﻿Teaching the Au Pair to Submit 
By Powerone

Copyright 2004
A Renaissance E Books publication
ISBN 1-58873-591-5
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Copyright © 2005 by Powerone
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A Sizzler/B&D Edition


SHE WAS BOUND TO PLEASE! Jessica is a full-time college student surviving on scholarships with no time or money for anything else, except her erotic daydreams of a tall, dark, dominant stranger. Facing a penniless, jobless summer, Jessica is thrilled when one of her professors refers her for a three month au pair position in Haiti, working for the prominent and wealthy Michael Jergen. Jessica jumps at the chance, envisioning a summer of adventure in an exotic new land. But, little though she dreams it, Jessica's fantasies are about to become real. For Jergen is tall, dark, and a domm, and in Jessica he instantly recognizes a beautiful young woman eager to submit. Thus commences Jessica's journey into a whirlwind world of submission, pleasure, erotic punishment - and the mystique of Haiti-s legendary Voodoo rituals.



Chapter One

The Job Interview

She was bound on the bed, her arms pulled up tight to the headboard, her wrists tied tightly together. Her fingers were beginning to grow numb, the circulation cut off by the ropes. Her legs were pulled wide to the corners of the bed, spread-eagled. Her toes pushed straight up into the air, the ropes stretching her to the sharply rising corner posts. Her joints ached, her crotch split painfully by the wide expanse between her legs. Her ankles were raised at least two feet up from the mattress, her body forced up into the air, her ass barely touching the mattress beneath her.

The room was ghostly silent, her ragged breathing reverberating against the walls. She was sweating even though she was naked, not knowing how she got into this predicament. She began to panic, struggling to escape, only succeeding in making the ropes cut painfully into her wrists and ankles. It might have only been minutes, but it seemed like hours, the painful bondage making her body ache.

Her worst fears were coming true. The door opened and in walked a large man, muscular, over six feet tall. Most terrifying was that he was naked except for a pair of hiking boots and socks. He had the largest cock she had ever seen, more than ten inches long and over three inches in diameter. It jutted out from his body, a pair of heavy-laden balls hanging beneath it. His face was covered with a sock-like mask, holes cut for his eyes, nose and mouth.

Before she could say a thing, he shoved soiled panties into her mouth, using his long fingers to stuff them deep, almost choking her. One hand stroked his large cock as his the other began to abuse her body, his fingers seeking out her breasts, roughly grabbing her nipples, twisting and pulling on them while she squirmed beneath him. Her nipples hardened from the abuse as his fingernails dug into the rubbery nubs, eliciting painful sounds from her gagged mouth. He played with her breasts until they were red and swollen from the rough handling, the tips painfully sensitive.

She feared what would happen next. His fingers moved down her sides, her body jerking from the intimate touch slowly passing over her taut abdomen, pushing through her neatly shaved bush. She jerked as he passed harshly over her clit before spreading her pussy lips. The look on his face, a smile, hidden beneath the mask. He had found out her secret—her pussy soaked in anticipation. He knew she wanted this.

""Jessica. Jessica!""

Damn. She looked up to see Professor Johnson staring down at her. She looked away, her face turning red in shame. Her skirt had ridden high on her legs, her thighs parted wide. She quickly closed her legs, pulling her skirt down. Bastard was looking up under my skirt again.

""Yes, Professor?"” She let her hands smooth her skirt, trying to act nonchalant.

""Glad you could join us. May I speak to you for a moment?""

Jessica noticed that the class had already cleared out. She must have been daydreaming again. Damn, I"m just so horny. And these dreams ... My pussy is soaked.

""Of course."” She stood, making her sure her skirt was pulled down, her hands smoothing over her ass cheeks, the material clinging to her taut flesh. Eat your heart out, you bastard.

His cock was straining his trousers. It must have been one helluva dream. Her legs were spread so wide he could see her black panties beneath the short skirt. Each semester he would pick out one female student, the one with the nicest legs, who wore the shortest skirts, and put them in the front row, his lectern only a foot from them. Jessica was this semester''s choice. He had checked out her college application. She was single, 23, older than most students, no living relatives, and a junior majoring in child psychology. Her father had divorced her mother when she was young, her mother passing away last year after a prolonged illness. She was going to school full-time and working part-time, surviving on scholarships with little money for anything else. He knew she did not have any employment prospects for the summer—the economy was not very good, and students were the first to bear the pain of company cutbacks. She was their ideal candidate.

Michael had come to him with the plan.

Michael Jergen was a close friend of his. Both of them had attended college together, and had kept in touch over the years. Michael was the eldest son of a very “"old money"” family. He had been very successful in the family business, taking over as Chairman of the Board on the death of his father. Michael, like himself, loved the company of younger women. Michael was still married though, while his wife had caught him in bed with one of his grad students, left, and filed quickly for divorce.

For reasons unknown to him, Michael would be going to his house in Haiti for the summer without his wife and he was looking for an au pair to care for his four-year-old son. If the candidate was chosen correctly, the advantages of having a young woman living at his house in a foreign land could give Michael many months of pleasure. He was to help him find a suitable candidate and, as a side benefit, he would have the opportunity to test the young woman''s sexual appetite.

His first thought had been of Jessica. With such a great pair of legs staring at him everyday, there could have been no other choice. At five foot five and approximately 110 pounds, she had lovely hair—a real blonde. He could only imagine what her bush would look like, barely able to hide her pussy lips. She had large baby blue eyes, a pert nose and a set of lips that made his cock hard. He would often look at her and see those lips wrapped around his cock, those big blue eyes staring up at him as he fed her more and more of his cock. While her breasts were not big, they were more than ample to nicely fill out a sweater or allow for a nice show of cleavage in a low-cut top. Jessica was the one they meant when they came up with the saying, “"her legs went on forever."” And you were the luckiest guy alive to have her walk away from you—the cutest ass with a gentle sway to it that would hypnotize you until she disappeared from sight.

She stood only inches from him, the scent of her perfume making his cock jerk in anticipation. “"Have you found a job for the summer yet, Jessica?""

""No, not yet."” The fear she had of being unable to find any work and having no place to live returned. “"Do you know of anything?""

""Well,"” the Professor began hesitantly, “"I have a good friend from my college days who is looking for an au pair to take care of his four-year-old son. He has a house—well, more like a mansion, in Haiti and wants someone to stay there beginning in June until September. The salary is $1,000 per week with room and board, and so whoever takes the job would only have personal expenses to contend with. But the young woman would have to be a very special one. My friend is wealthy and very well-known and therefore is a very discriminating gentleman, so the person taking the job would have to agree to certain stipulations to safeguard his privacy.""

Jessica could not believe her ears. It was as if a giant weight was lifted from her shoulders. She could save almost $16,000 by the end of the summer. And Haiti, a far-off distant land, would be such an adventure. She looked at Professor Johnson in a new light. It didn''t matter that he was always looking at her legs or up her skirt. All men did that. Now he was her savior. “"That sounds so exciting,"” she eagerly replied while trying to contain some of her enthusiasm. “"Do you think I would be good for the job?"” She needed him to agree that she would be perfect.

""I think you have potential."” The Professor appeared to be weighing his next words. “"Why don''t you stop by my office later? I have a lot of papers to grade, but I will be free by five.""

Jessica thought about that for a moment. By five o''clock the building would be empty. “"I don''t know, that is pretty late. Couldn''t we do it earlier?"” She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes, hoping to coax him into a better time, a safer time.

""That''s okay, Jessica. I just thought you might be interested in the position. But if you don''t have the time, there are other students. Other students who would be more appreciative of what I have to offer them. Thank you anyway."” He turned and started walking out of the room, his heart barely beating, waiting to see if she would take the bait.

""No!"” Jessica was afraid she had blown it, her cushy summer job already up in smoke."” No, Professor, five would be fine. I do appreciate you considering me.""

""Well, I''ll see you then. And we''ll see how appreciative you really are."” He left the room imagining what she was thinking.

She stood there for a while after he had gone. She did not like his last comment. See how appreciative she was? What was he after? What would he expect from her?

Jessica"s next class went quickly and she returned to her room by two o''clock. Still tired from lack of sleep after working late last night, she took off her blouse and skirt, not wanting to get them wrinkled, and stretched out on the bed clad in only her bra and panties. She closed her eyes, thinking about Professor Johnson''s parting comment. Was he expecting something in return for a chance at the job? The way he looked at her, always trying to see under her skirt, often so blatantly that she would actually blush. Thinking about both the excellent opportunity and what she might have to do to get it, she faded off to sleep. The alarm clock rang—four o"clock—giving her time for a quick shower before meeting the Professor.

She entered the bathroom, unhooking her bra, and caught a glimpse of her breasts in the full-length mirror on the wall. They looked great, no sag, dark brown areolas and large pink nipples which lately always seemed to be hard. She ran her fingers over them, slapping with her fingertips, feeling the pebbles harden more. She let her hands slide down her flat stomach, slips into her panties and pushed them to the floor. She turned away from the mirror then looked over her shoulder at herself, bent over, breasts hanging down, ass pushed out. She let her legs spread a little, her pussy peeking out from behind, already wet from playing with her nipples. Take a shower, a cold one, Jessica.

Shower finished, Jessica dressed, slipping into a sweater and skirt. She avoided the thong panties, not sure where the evening was going, but not wanting to appear too eager. She looked in the mirror again, pleased at her reflection. I"ll just tease the old bastard enough so he''ll give me the job. I can handle him.

At a few minutes to five, she entered the empty building, her footsteps sounding in the hollow halls. She covered the two long corridors to his office without seeing a single person. At the door, she stood contemplating her next decision. Should she enter and hope that she could contain the situation, whatever it might be, or blow the whole thing off and leave? God, I need that job so bad. I just have to get it.

""Knock-knock,"” she said, pushing in on the door, not waiting for an answer.

The Professor was sitting behind his desk. The desktop was empty, as if in anticipation of her arrival.

""Good evening, Professor.""

""Good evening, Jessica. Have a seat,"” the Professor encouraged her, pointing to the chair at the side of his desk.

She noticed, without much surprise, that the chair was placed so he could see her legs, not in front of the desk as it usually was. She smiled as she sat down, crossing her legs slowly, letting her skirt ride up, showing him an ample supply of thigh.

His cock rose in his trousers. She looked so sexy with those long, nearly naked legs. And that smile, that sexy smile. She was teasing him. She knew something was up and was trying to take control of the situation. “"I just spoke to Michael Jergen, my friend. I see from your expression, that you recognize the name so you also know that he is, as I mentioned before, extremely wealthy, handsome and frequently in the public eye. Unfortunately, his wife will not be able to join them for the summer, so he is looking for an au pair for his son.""

""And, as I told you, the position is in Haiti. Mr. Jergen''s private jet will take him and his son, but the person selected for this position would travel there by herself, first class, of course. I''m not sure how much you know about Haiti but it is quite different from the United States. The country has a strong background in voodoo and is quite backward in comparison to the U.S. Their legal system is very corrupt so if you are selected, you must always be careful you don''t get into any difficult legal tangles. Even Mr. Jergen''s wealth would not help you should that happen. The society is male-dominant and most women are treated no better than cattle. You would have to be very careful that you do not offend the locals, Jessica. Mr. Jergen has someone who runs his house as he has a very large staff. Rumor has it that his houseman is a local voodoo priest."” He watched her eyes widen as he explained the situation. She was obviously eager for the job.

""As I said, the salary is $1,000 a week, but all of the expenses are paid, so you would only have to pay for your personal items. He lives a very lavish lifestyle, so I don''t think you would be lacking for anything. You would be required to take care of his four-year-old son. It will not be a difficult job and there are other girls in the household who would help you, but you would be ultimately responsible for Mr. Jergen''s son''s well-being. This is not a nine-to-five job. You would be responsible 24/7 for his son, but I know that Mr. Jergen is a very good boss and I think you would find that you will have ample time to see the sights of Haiti."” He watched her expression. Oh yes, she wants the job. She wants the job bad. Now to see just how badly she really wants it. “"Is it something you would like and could do, Jessica?""

She couldn''t believe this! She could never even have imagined such an ideal job. And being in such an exotic location made it more exciting. If she saved most of the money she would not even have to work part-time next year. She had to have this job.

""Yes, Professor Johnson, I would love it. And I am more than qualified for it. I would not let you or Mr. Jergen down; I know I would do an excellent job and I would be happy to meet with Mr. Jergen any time that is convenient for him.""

""That will not be necessary, Jessica. I told him about you and your qualifications. He was more than satisfied and he has given me the final authority to decide whether or not to hire you.""

Here it comes ... Now I have to show my appreciation. “"What would help convince you that I am the right person for the job, Professor?"” She stared at him, waiting, dreading what the response would be.

""You are one of my top students and I have always admired your intelligence. I know you have seen me watching you. You are a very beautiful girl, Jessica, with a very lovely body. I would like to see more of it."” He smiled at her. His cock jutted out the front of his trousers, and his hand reaching down to rub the head through the material. It was hidden from her sight and he knew she could tell what he was doing but at this point he didn''t care.

So it was out in the open. He wanted her body in exchange for the job. She was still not sure what she would be required to do, but decision time had arrived. She stared directly at his face and slowly uncrossed her legs. She let them part, spreading them wider and wider until her knees were almost a foot apart. She saw his eyes move down, staring between her legs, into the dark recess only partly hidden by her skirt. She saw his silly smirk, thinking that he had won. She would submit to him. “"Anything you want, Professor.""

It was just as they had planned it. They had picked well. She would be thinking that this would be the end of it, but in reality it would be just the beginning of the long road of degradation planned for her.

""Spread your legs wider, Jessica. There is nothing more beautiful than a girl with her legs spread wide."” He watched and waited, though not for long, as her legs began to move outward again, her knees spreading wider until there was almost two feet between them. “"Very good, now I want your legs spread wide each day in my class for the remainder of the semester. I want you that way every day,"” he repeated, “"but on Fridays ... “” the smirk grew wider, “” ... you are not to wear panties on Fridays. Is that understood?"” He imagined how she would look, her naked sex peeking out from beneath her skirt as he taught. It would be difficult to hide his cock from the class, but that would make it an even more enjoyable game.

She knew she had to obey, but luckily there were only three more weeks until summer break. Then she would be free of him. “"Yes, Professor,"” she answered as submissively as she could, playing along, but even so, she sat there waiting, feeling very uncomfortable as his eyes peered up between her legs. She would normally close her thighs together, trying to discourage his leering glances, yet now she was encouraging them.

""Stand up and remove your sweater, Jessica.""

END EXCEERPT

She stood. He was staring at her, waiting, waiting for her to begin undressing in front of him. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving as she did and slowly began to pull her sweater up. Her taut, tanned stomach was uncovered, and then the lacy bra she had put on, before finally pulling the sweater over her head. She diverted her eyes from his, slowly and meticulously folding the sweater and putting it on the chair. Turning toward him, her breasts pushed up high by her bra, she realized she was more embarrassed than she thought she would be, stripping for her Professor. She cringed when she heard his voice again.

""Very nice cleavage, Jessica. Please remove your bra. I want to see those lovely breasts."” His hand rubbed his hard cock again while he watched her.

She reached back to unhook her bra, then pushed it off her arms, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands quickly covered her breasts, her hard nipples poking into her palms. She looked down, not wanting to see his leering glares.

She modestly tried to cover as much of herself as she could, her fingers gripping her breasts hard.

""Turn toward me, Jessica. Lace your fingers behind your neck and push your elbows out to the side."” He was making her perform for him, posing her body in provocative positions, making her submit to his will.

She closed her eyes and turned toward him. The cool air in his office hit her breasts; her hard nipples poked out like little thermometers. She hooked her hands behind her neck as she''d been told and slowly pushed her elbows out to the side. She knew that her breasts were being thrust out, and that his eyes were drinking in the sight of her naked beauties.

""Arch your back a little; stick out your tits for me, Jessica. You have nothing to hide. They are such a lovely pair."” He watched as she stretched, her breasts rising delightfully.

""You have such nice, dark brown areolas. I bet they''re the size of half dollars. And your nipples are like hard erasers, so pointed and erect.""

Her eyes squinted shut, trying to hide from her shame, but the flaming color in her cheeks gave her away. He waited, wanting her to grow uncomfortable, standing there, thrusting her naked breasts out for him. She finally opened her eyes, only to hear his next command.

""Come over here now, Jessica."” He motioned her over to his desk, pushing his chair out to the side so she would have room next to him.

She walked slowly, self-conscious, as her naked breasts bounced, his eyes never leaving them. She stood next to him and he motioned her even closer. She cringed when she felt his hands touch her and tried to cover herself as he moved her sideways, drawing her between his legs.

""Put your arms back up, Jessica. Push your tits out for me again.""

His hands slid up her sides, feeling her body cringe as he touched her bare flesh. She sucked in her breath when his hand cupped one naked breast, cradling it like a baby. His finger gently caressed the hard nipple, snapping back and forth over it. He smiled, enjoying her quiet moans as she endured his fondling, the expression on his face showing his enjoyment in touching her young breasts, her flesh so resilient and lively.

He rudely handled her breasts, taking liberties with them that she would never normally allow. He took great pleasure in bouncing them up and down, jiggling them like Jell-O. His fingers roughly touching her nipples, pinching and prodding the hard tips. She was so humiliated, standing there, half naked, willingly thrusting her breasts out for his abuse.

""Now, Jessica, what I want to do to your lovely body is to make you cum. I am going to masturbate you and you will cum for me. Now, don''t try to fake it; I can tell if you do. Do you understand?"” He wanted to hear her acceptance.

Oh, God, not that. She thought maybe she would just have to jerk him off. But no, he wanted to masturbate her. He wanted to see the humiliation on her face as he masturbated her pussy until she came all over his fingers and hands. “"Why don''t you let me jerk you off, Professor? I''m good at it and will make you cum."” That would be so much less humiliating. Just a quick jerk off and she could be on her way and forget this ever happened.

""No, Jessica, I want to see how well you respond to masturbation. Now raise your skirt up above your waist and hold it there."” She saw his cock jerk in his pants, twitching in anticipation that he would soon see her pussy, the treasure he had sought for so long.

Jessica prayed it would be over soon. Would she even be able to cum in front of him? She reached down to the hem of her skirt, the garment already short, well above her knees. She slowly slid it up her body, flashing more and more of her bare legs. She looked at the Professor, his eyes staring intently as she revealed her body. At least his eyes were off her naked breasts for the moment. She lifted her skirt higher, her panties now partially exposed, and she was glad she had not worn her thong. At least her ass would be somewhat covered. She wasn''t sure for how long, but the initial embarrassment would be less. She closed her eyes as she raised her skirt to her waist, feeling cool air on her abdomen, her panties cut low on her hips exposing ample naked flesh. She imagined how she looked to him, naked from the waist up, her nipples pointed and hard, her hands holding up her skirt revealing her skimpy panties to him.

She had never felt so degraded. A young woman forced by economic circumstances to prostitute her body for a cushy summer job. But she also felt this deeper desire. Though the Professor was not her chosen lover, she felt a strange sexual stirring. Being forced to submit to his demands had made her pussy wet. She could feel it, the dampness between her legs.

The Professor could wait no longer and reached around her, eager to fondle the lovely naked flesh before him. One hand reached for her ass cheeks, the tight flesh packed so tightly into the small panties. He grabbed her cheeks in his palms, squeezing tightly, hearing her gasp as her body was roughly fondled.

""Such a nice tight ass, Jessica. You must work out to get your buttocks so nice. I bet the boys love to grab your ass.""

It was so embarrassing as he spoke of her body, forcing her to accept his control over her, making her uncomfortable as he freely took sexual liberties with her body.

""Open your eyes, Jessica. I want you watching my hands as they fondle you and masturbate your sweet pussy. I want you to see everything that I am doing to you.""

His hand moved around to the front, slowly sliding over her naked abdomen until it came to her low-cut panties. Her eyes were wide open in fear and humiliation as she was forced to watch her own degradation.

""Much better, Jessica. Such a lovely body, so soft."” His hand moved down over her panty-covered abdomen, feeling her slight bulge. “"I feel a small bush; you must shave. I can''t wait to see.""

She heard the self-satisfaction in his voice and forced herself not to pull back when his fingers pushed in harder, slipping into her, feeling the puffy lips that protected her pink insides.

""I love big lips like yours, the feel of fleshy folds of skin protecting your sweet pussy.""

She felt his fingers running up and down her pussy, pulling back her lips, pushing the panty material between them, and knowing that he could feel her wetness, even through the panties. His fingers became more insistent, pinching her pussy lips hard. It was always that way with men, always rougher than they should be. She had found that with her other lovers; they would start off slowly, tender. Then their cocks would take over, eager to plunge into her treasures, eager to hear her gasps of pain and pleasure as they took her hard. She found she had started to get use to it, even craved it. She wanted a man to take control of her body, to do what he wanted with it without concern for her desires, his only intention to take his pleasures from her. It seem now that she was getting her wish as she stood there, half naked, her body being roughly fondled.

He cupped her pussy with his hand, his palm engulfing her sex. He felt her shift her legs, opening for him. He looked into her eyes, recognizing the change coming over her.

""Yes, very good Jessica. Open your legs for me, open them wider. Let me feel your pussy, let me make it feel good, let me make you cum for me.""

She parted her legs wider, feeling his other hand run down her ass to the back of her naked legs, pushing between her thighs, feeling the soft, tender flesh so near her pussy. Her sex was now held tightly by two strong hands, fingers twitching between her pussy lips from both front and back, nestling in tighter, lips pushed around them, cradling his fingers. Her hips began a rhythmic movement, a gentle sway back and forth as his hands began to feel good on her sex.

""I can feel you getting wet for me, Jessica. Is your pussy creaming for me, getting wet so I can finger your tight snatch? Is that what you want, Jessica, for me to finger fuck you until you cum all over my hands?""

His hand moved over her sex, the fingers snuggling between her pussy lips. She bowed her legs out farther, giving him easier access to her wet pussy. He was right; her juices were flowing. The excitement of being forced to submit to his fondling was making her wetter than she could ever remember being.

""Yes, please,"” she whispered, her voice so soft she could just barely hear it, so afraid of admitting it out loud.

""What did you say, Jessica?"” He wanted her to repeat it, forcing her to say it louder.

""Yes, please. Make me cum!"” she blurted out and quickly reddened with shame at her sudden outburst. She looked at his face, a broad grin flashing across it.

""I think we need to get these cute little panties off you. I want to see your naked pussy and ass. Put your legs together so I can pull them down."” She complied, tucking her legs together. “"Watch as I strip them from you, Jessica. Remember what I said. I want you watching my hands as I masturbate you. I want you watching everything.""

Her tiny panties slowly slid down over her hips, the cool air of the room breathing on her pussy, his masculine hands slowly stripping her. She continued to hold her skirt up high, aiding him in making her naked before him.

""I love what you do with your bush."” His fingers trailed over her mound, a small triangle of hair, neatly cut and cropped. He had pulled her panties down only above her knees, making her part her legs so the material stretched tightly between them.

No male had seen her bush since she had trimmed it that way. She wasn''t even sure why she had done it. Probably just a time she was horny and decided she wanted a change. His fingers brushing across the soft blonde hairs shimmering in the light started a tingling in her sex, a vibration. He had left her panties pulled down as if she was a little girl waiting for a spanking. Her body trembled as his fingers lightly traced across her pussy lips, moving up and down, but not pushing between them, yet.

He pulled her body toward him, her pussy now only inches from his face, and her body fully between his legs. He blew on her super-heated pussy, feeling her shiver in response. He put his fingers on each side of her pussy lips, grabbing the fleshy skin tightly and pulling them back, watching as her pink insides were slowly revealed. He let go, covering her pussy again then moved an adjustable desk lamp closer to her, able to move in any direction, able to direct the light to any surface. He pushed her panties all the way to the floor.

""Step out of them, Jessica. You won''t need them anymore.""

He waited, not having to give her the next command. She was already learning.

She saw him move the light near her, knowing what he was going to do. It was dim in the room, hiding some of her nakedness. He planned on shining the light directly on her, starting with her pussy. She kicked her panties to the side and stood there, her shoes and skirt, still held up high, the only things keeping her from being completely naked. She moved her legs apart, watching him stare at her slowly spreading pussy.

""Good girl, Jessica."” His hands urged her thighs further, her legs now over three feet apart, her pussy lips pulling back from the obscene spread of her legs."” Yes, that is so good."” He inhaled her fragrance, the sweet smell of her pussy juices. He shined the light directly on her pussy, looking into her eyes as she willingly obeyed him.

She felt the heat of the bulb on her sex, the brightly shining light only inches from her pussy. It was worse than a doctor''s exam. This was her Professor who was so intimately examining her, not a doctor looking at her sex in a clinical manner. His fingers fumbled with her pussy lips, gripping them tightly before peeling them back. She watched in humiliation as she was slowly exposed, her inner pussy glistening with juices reflected in the bright light. He pulled her open until she was stretched wide, a dull ache beginning from the obscene spread. She shifted her legs. Was he ever going to stop spreading them? She looked down. Her pussy was now opened to the revealing light, exposed to this stranger whose only intent was to humiliate her.

""Mmmm, that hurts,"” she moaned.

He pushed in quickly, his tongue already out, running up and down her slit, tasting her sweet nectar, tasting the slightly salty juices of her desires.

""God! No!!"” She almost dropped her skirt as she felt his hot tongue run harshly up and down her slit, lathering it with his saliva mixing with her juices as her hips pushed her pussy forward onto his waiting tongue. Her knees felt like they were going to buckle as he tongue fucked her. She did not know if she could stand much of this, her body trembling in pleasure as the rough tongue ran over her slick pussy.

He pulled back his tongue. He had so much more to do to her. “"Not yet, Jessica. I don''t want you to cum yet."” His finger ran up and down her slit, her juices allowing it to glide effortlessly. The bright light revealed her most intimate secrets. His fingers moved to her clit, the tiny bud hidden by its hood. He pressed on it, pushing down and outward, slowly revealing her clit. It was already dark red in lust, swollen to over twice its size, hard as a pebble. He moved his fingers in on both sides, squeezing it between them.

She could see him reveal her clit to his gaze, his fingers pushing against the exposed bud, like a tiny vise crushing it, squeezing more blood to the engorged head. Her hips rotated, forcing his fingers to tighten on the hard bud, bringing a masochistic pleasure. “"Agghh!"” she cried, needing to cum so badly, not sure she could wait, not sure she could stop the pleasure from overcoming her.

He released her clit and his fingers moved to her vagina, the tiny mouth opened slightly by the spread of her legs. One finger pushed into the hole, sliding on the juices already present.

""I want your pussy to cream for me, Jessica. I want more juices. Look down!"” he ordered. “"Watch as my fingers force their way into your defenseless vagina; watch as I control your body, taking my pleasure with your pussy, and you, unable to stop me."” He moved one hand behind her, pushing on her ass cheeks, forcing her pussy onto the invading finger in her vagina.

She watched his hands as her pussy slowly spread open, feeling his finger moving inside her, twisting and turning as it bore into her pussy, rubbing into her passage. He pushed harder on her ass, forcing her pussy to accept the finger moving deeper and deeper inside her. She raised her skirt higher, her legs spread wide, naked as he fingered her tight pussy. Her juices were flowing, the excitement of being taken, forced to accept whatever he desired to do to her young body, her only release to be when he allowed her to cum on his fingers. One finger became two, the digits spreading her wider, her pussy clamping down on them, still tight as she spread her legs more giving him greater access to her body. She could smell her sex, feel and hear the fingers making slight noises as they pushed in and out, gliding on her juices. She began to fuck herself back and forth on the invading fingers, each time forcing them deep inside her, feeling them twisting and turning, the knuckles rubbing harshly on her inner walls.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy, slick and wet from her juices and put them in his mouth, tasting the sweet nectar from her body, his cock jumping as if it could also taste her. “"No, not yet Jessica, you''re still not ready to cum yet. Turn around; put your back to me.""

She obeyed, turning, now facing away from him, backing up as he continued to direct, until she felt her butt touch him and his hands on her thighs, urging her legs to part. At least she would not be able to see what he was doing. She bit her lip and spread her legs spread wide again, waiting, her chest heaving. She did not have to wait long, his large palms completely encircling each globe of her ass cheeks, squeezing the taut flesh.

""Have you ever been spanked before, Jessica?"” His hands seized her roughly, clenching and unclenching on her cheeks.

""My father, but that was over ten years ago,"” she responded, barely able to think between breaths.

""No, I meant spanked sexually. Has anyone ever warmed your ass cheeks in order to make your pussy tingle?""

""Never!"” she exclaimed, suddenly understanding where he was going with this.

""Hold still, Jessica."” He let his hand swing, hitting her hard on the right cheek, the loud slap resounding in the room.

""Ow!"” yelled Jessica, but she did not move, feeling his hand rubbing the spot it had just slapped. It moved lower between her legs to slip two fingers into her drenched pussy. She arched her ass backwards, forcing the fingers in deeper, wanting so badly to cum. She felt the fingers leave, and braced for the sting of his hand, her teeth clenched tightly. This time her left cheek was the recipient of the slap. Now she hopped on one foot, the pain radiating throughout her body.

""Bad girls need a good spanking. I wish I had the time to do you properly, but I am sure that you will encounter it again. Now relax your ass cheeks, don''t tighten them.""

His finger sought out the split in her butt, tracing up and down, pushing in a bit deeper and deeper each time. He had to slap her ass once when she tightened on his finger. She grunted in pain but allowed his finger free access to her split.

She felt a fear in the pit of her stomach. No one had ever touched her asshole before. She just never considered it an erotic area. And it was so tiny. She had looked at her anus in the mirror once; it was only a tiny star. Any time a boy had even considered touching her back there, she immediately stopped him.

She felt his fingers part her ass cheeks, knowing that her anus was being completely exposed. She felt the heat from the light, knowing that he had moved it to better illuminate the most hidden part of her body.

""No,"” she protested weakly as she felt his fingers on either side of her anus, slowly pulling outward, opening her tiny back passage to his prying eyes and fingers. “"God, no!""

She felt his tongue run over her anus, humiliated that he would do that to such a place. A tear fell from her eye as she endured the wet tongue lathering her tiny hole, unable, or unwilling to stop him. She gritted her teeth, almost biting her tongue as his mouth moved away, replaced by a slick finger applying pressure to her anus. She groaned as she felt it slowly release, unable to stop the digit from forcing her open.

His finger was suddenly sucked into her hot, tight, back passage, her sphincter grabbing, squeezing, then trying to force it from her backside. It felt strange, having something enter her backside instead of pushing out. Her body fought the intrusion, but it was no match for him, unable to stop him from twisting it around, making her feel his knuckles pushing hard on her tender passage. She groaned in pain as her tiny anus received its first fingering, stretching her backside for bigger things.

""Have you ever been sodomized, Jessica?""

""No!"” she exclaimed rapidly, leaving no doubt that she had a virgin asshole.

Someone would be lucky to be the first to drive a hard cock up her asshole, lucky to hear her scream as it bore painfully for the first time in her unused asshole. And that person would probably be Michael. “"You have a nice hot, tight asshole, Jessica, made for a good ass fucking. But I think it is time to cum, Jessica. Turn around again,"” he ordered her.

She looked relieved to turn around. He knew it hurt as his dry finger plunged up her backside. She turned toward him, spreading her legs wide, pushing her pussy into the right place, the light shining brightly on it, her eyes down, watching his hands as they moved back to her pussy. His fingers plunged back into her, three fingers this time, her pussy spread wide around them as the knuckles rubbed harshly.

""Too many, too many fingers! Please! It hurts!"” She squirmed as her tight walls stretched wide to accommodate the multiple fingers plunging inside her.

He enjoyed her hips twisting from side to side, trying to escape the fat fingers spreading her wide, her pussy wrapped tightly around them. But her feet stayed put, legs spread, willingly accepting his finger fucking. He moved his other hand up to her clit, looking into her eyes as he grabbed the hard bud with two fingers, pinching tightly, twisting. At the same time he plunged the three fingers deeper into her pussy, contorting his fingers as they plunged into her clasping passage, making her feel every bump on the knuckles as they bore in. “"It is time to cum for me, Jessica. When you cum, keep your legs spread. I don''t want you closing them. You are going to have to cum more than once for me. Do you understand, Jessica?""

Her hips fucked the fingers filling her, sliding on her silky passage, slick with her juices. Her clit was swollen, sensitive, the pleasure making her pussy clamp onto the invading fingers inside her.

""Yes, I will keep my legs spread."” She hesitated, almost afraid to ask, “"what if I can''t cum more than once?""

""You will, Jessica. If you don''t, I will turn you around and fuck your tiny hole with my fingers. Unless you want three fat fingers stretching your asshole wide, you will cum when I tell you. Do you understand?""

""No!"” she shouted, “"not there!"” She began to hump the fingers harder, pushing her hips forward, trying to drive the fingers into her pussy as deeply as she could. “"Oh! That feels sooo good. Harder, please finger my pussy harder!""

""That is what I like to hear, Jessica."” He pushed deeper inside her, feeling her hot, tight pussy gripping around his fingers as they fucked her roughly, her hips matching his powerful thrusts, driving them into her deeper. He grabbed her clit again, twisting and pulling on the sensitive bud, her body jerking in response. He heard her heavy breathing, the slapping of her pussy onto his hand as she fucked him hard, riding his fingers to her first orgasm. He did not have to wait long.

""Fuck me!"” Her hips pumped up and down. “"That''s good, so good!"” Her body shuddered with the first orgasm. She couldn''t take her eyes off his hand, the hand that was masturbating her, fingers hidden from view, plowing into her tight pussy, making her cum for him.

He released her clit, rubbing the bud lightly with his fingertip, letting the pleasure overcome her senses. Her body still rocked on his fingers, her pussy clenching as her orgasm continued. He continued to plunge back and forth inside her, his fingers now soaked in her juices, sliding effortlessly in her slick passage.

He felt her begin to close her legs. “"Keep your legs open!""

Her body responded instantly, her legs moving outward again, her pussy no longer able to clamp on the invading fingers inside her. He felt her body begin to slump, his fingers slowing down to a gentle fucking.

He pulled his fingers out until they were only up to the fingertips. He put his little finger along the other three and plunged them back into her pussy, four fingers now spreading her open in one forceful thrust into her soaked passage. Her hips arched backwards, attempting to escape the four fingers. Running his hand over her ass, he pinched the smooth skin, driving her pussy back onto the fat fingers plunging inside her. He grabbed her clit again, the bud super-sensitive from coming.

""Oh! Not so hard!"” she screamed, but he continued to manipulate her clit, his fingers fucking her again. “"No!"” she cried, but her hips began to rock again, taking the fat fingers, her pussy compelled to spread painfully wide.

""Yes, Jessica, cum for me again. I know you can do it. Cum all over my fingers as they fuck your tight, hot pussy.""

It only took a few minutes, her eyes glued to his hand, masturbating her, forcing her to cum again. Stripped naked, required to have multiple orgasms as he watched her body shudder repeatedly. He had power over her, the power to make her cum on his command. And she had the desire to please him by coming for him again. She had never had multiple orgasms, even when she had masturbated herself. She would stop as soon as she had cum once. The Professor did not allow her to stop, continuing to masturbate her until she was ready again.

""Yes!!!"” Her body racked with pleasure as her clit was manipulated, her pussy finger-fucked to another orgasm. Her legs began to get weak, her pussy clenching and unclenching on the fingers inside her, her juices running down her thighs to drip on the floor beneath her. She wanted to collapse, her legs unable to support her body any longer.

""Not yet, Jessica, once more for me. Cum for me one more time."” His hands moved to her waist, pushing her limp body over to the desk, her tits pushed onto the cold surface, her nipples turning rock hard as they pressed into the wood. He grabbed her hips, pulling her backwards, her upper body on the desk, her ass pushed, arched up as if offering her sex to him

She barely felt her body being moved, bent over the desk, her strength sapped by the multiple orgasms. He kicked her legs apart, spreading her wide open again. She looked over her shoulder and saw him sucking a finger into his mouth, lubricating it. She knew instantly where it would go as her pussy was already soaked. He was going to finger-fuck her asshole. Her eyes pleaded with him, her body too weak to put up any resistance. She lay across his desk, feeling his hand moving sensuously over her ass cheeks, fingers sliding over her exposed anus. His other hand moved up between her legs, playing with her wet pussy, taking some of the juices and sliding up between her cheeks, coating her anus.

He would not wait; he had to make her cum again. He pushed two fingers into her asshole, her sphincter grabbing on them, trying to force them out. With her pussy juice on them, they slid effortlessly up her back passage, her head thrashing around on the desk as she bore the pain of the stretching fingers in her virgin asshole.

""Feel your asshole clench on my fingers, Jessica. I want you to cum one more time, this time with my fingers up your asshole.""

She heard the sound of the slap, a sickening sound as flesh met wet flesh. It seemed like minutes before she felt the pain, a sharp bite coming from her sex. He had slapped her with his palm, hitting her full on her wet pussy, spraying her juices onto the desk. Her ass arched up off the desk from the force of his slap. By the time she moved back down, his hand had slapped her pussy again. This time the pain was not as bad, almost pleasurable, her pussy stinging, yet not painfully. It was a new feeling, a feeling she could not yet comprehend. She arched her ass back, forcing the fingers inside her in deeper, the painful stretching mingling with the pussy slapping. His hand moved up higher this time, forcing her up onto her toes, his palm hitting her pussy, hitting her fully on her clit. She saw shooting stars as the pain radiated in her sex.

""Cum for me again, Jessica. Cum while I spank your pussy and finger-fuck your asshole.""

Her body shook as another orgasm hit then he slapped her clit. Harder this time, smashing the swollen bud into her body, his fingers causing cramping in her stomach as they continued to plunge up her backside. But it was his voice that did it. His voice ordering her to cum while he spanked her pussy and finger-fucked her asshole. She came again, a puddle forming on his desk beneath her, her body rocked by the orgasms. She was still on her toes, giving him access to her clit, making her sex available to his punishment.

He finally stopped, his fingers pulling painfully out her asshole, her sphincter clamping down on them as they exited, almost as if it did not want them to leave. He felt her body slump down, exhausted from coming, covered in sweat, the smell of sex permeating his office.

He ran his hands over her ass. “"Very good. You got yourself a job for the summer. Just don''t forget the rest of our bargain. Legs spread every day in class. Legs spread with no panties on Friday. I want to see that little bush on Fridays. Close the door when you leave, Jessica.""

She watched him go, but was unable to get up, exhausted and confused. Not sure how everything had happened. Not sure why he was able to make her cum so much. Especially when he did things to her that she would never have allowed. She finally began to get cold, urging her to get dressed and go back to her room and slump down on the bed, unable to even undress before she fell into an exhausted sleep.

* * * * ** * * *

Monday was the hardest, the first day of class with Professor Johnson after their sexual encounter. She wasn''t really sure what to call it. It was still so very confusing. He gave her a big grin when she walked in, his eyes on her as she sat down. It was as if he was looking through her clothes, seeing her naked again. The class began to fill up and he finally began to lecture. After about five minutes, he gave her one of those scowling looks. She knew what he meant. She let her legs part until her knees were over a foot apart. He was looking down as she did. How the hell could he lecture while staring up her skirt? He smirked a little, but she knew he wanted more.

Farther her legs went until her knees were over the sides of the chair, at least two feet between her thighs. He smiled and went back to lecturing, though he did seem to hide behind the lectern the whole time.

Every class was like that. All except Friday. Fridays were no panties day. She sat down, his smirk even bigger than usual.

""Good morning, Jessica,"” he stated loud enough for all to hear. “"I hope you are not going to disappoint me,"” he whispered.

""No, Professor. You will see what you are expecting. I don''t go back on my word."” She spread her legs before the class even started. It felt strange, the cool air on her naked sex in a public place. She weakly smiled back at him.

""More,"” he whispered, just before the class began.

She let her legs spread wider again, feeling her pussy getting wet. God, I hope I don''t wet my skirt. He had a huge grin on his face. He even dropped his pen one time, bending down to pick it up, gazing straight ahead so he could see up her skirt. She was so humiliated, knowing that some in the class could tell what he was doing.

This went on for the three weeks until the end of the semester. It was the final Friday. She was so pleased to be going to Haiti for the summer that she decided to give Professor Johnson a special treat. She wore the shortest skirt she could find. And she was naked underneath it. Luckily no one else was in the first row today. She sat down, her legs spread wide, real wide. Then while he was watching, she pulled her skirt up until he could see her naked pussy. She almost laughed at his tongue looking like it was going to fall out of his mouth. She stayed like that the whole period, smiling broadly each time she caught him looking at her naked pussy.

""I hope you have a great summer, Jessica. And thank you for that special treat today.""

""You''re welcome, Professor, and thanks for the job. And for the other, too."” She smiled and walked out of the room, her naked ass swinging beneath her skirt as she did.

Her summer adventure was fast approaching. She received a large envelope prior to her departure with all of the pertinent information she would need including tickets and money for expenses. Also in it was a contract, a very formal contract that was to be notarized and returned prior to her departure. Upon receipt of the signed contract, her first month''s pay would be advanced. She read the entire contract, twice, not understanding all of it. It did have some very strange language. It basically stated that since Jessica would be outside the United States, the laws of the United States would not apply, including any laws that she might sue under. Suit for any offense, including lawsuits resulting from sexual misconduct, would have to be brought under the Haitian court system following Haitian laws.

There were also some very defined rules. All women were to only wear dresses or skirts. No slacks would be allowed and Jessica was not to bring any. One part read, “"Haiti is a male dominated society and Mr. Jergen desires to try to be as inconspicuous as possible. Since his household staff is very large and predominantly Haitian, he has chosen to follow their local customs, though he might not agree with some of them. The Haitian society is built upon the practice of Voodoo. While Mr. Jergen does not believe in it, a large part of Haitian society does. Mr. Jergen is not responsible for any acts that might be committed against your person by those practicing Voodoo."” While it did sound strange, it also sounded very adventurous and romantic—a strange land with strange people. Jessica signed the contract and sent it back immediately.

It was finally time to leave, and having moved out of the dorm, she stayed in a hotel the last night prior to departing tonight. It was a night flight, expected to be about nine hours with layovers. Her seat was first class. She dressed in a simple white, button-down blouse, black skirt—rather short, and nylons. Not pantyhose, but real stockings. She had felt decidedly sexy while shopping and bought twelve pairs and six garter belts in assorted colors. She had never worn them before—they were way before her time—but she hated pantyhose. Well, she really didn''t hate them, they were so easy and convenient, but they were just so ugly. There was nothing sexy about standing there half-naked in your pantyhose.

She had been going past a small women''s shop when she saw them in the window. They were so beautiful. And sexy. Maybe it was that she was feeling horny and wanted something to spark up her sex life, or lack of sex life, especially after that strange evening with Professor Johnson. She bought a wide assortment of colors; some even had the seam running up the back. The garter belts were simply exquisite, with small ribbons on each leg. She ran home to try them on. She put on a pair of black stockings and a black garter belt. God, did she look good. Her legs had always been her best attribute and these made them look even better. Perched atop a pair of high heels, black panties and bra, she almost came just looking at herself in the mirror.

She also bought a few “"toys"” for the lonely nights, still in the box, saving them for her new adventure. One was something she had never thought about, but bought in the spirit of this new adventure.



Chapter Two

The Airplane Ride

Her stockings swooshed as she walked up the ramp to the plane. Since she was in first class, she was the first to board. She felt all of the male eyes on her as she went up the ramp, making sure she gave them the sexiest swing of her ass as she walked, her high heels tapping on the hard surface. God, she felt so sexy. It was only last night she masturbated and here she was, horny again. She now fantasized about the evening with Professor Johnson when she masturbated, imagining that he was making her do all those things while he watched. But she still could not orgasm more than once. She had no idea what made her cum three times with the Professor.

""Good evening, Jessica,"” greeted the flight attendant.

""Good evening."” She realized that first class was definitely different from coach; they knew her name before she even sat down. “"Is the plane going to be crowded?""

""No, late night flights are pretty empty except for the weekends. In fact, there are only two of you in first class this trip; the other seats will be empty. Do you mind if I ask you a favor?""

""No, go ahead,"” she said, a little surprised by the request.

""As I said, there are only two of you in first class. Senator Montan is the other. He has already boarded. He doesn''t go through the lounge, but boards from the apron. A security and privacy thing, I think. Anyway, I would appreciate it if you would sit next to him. I realize there are twelve other seats you could take, but it would seem a little awkward, almost as if you were purposely trying to avoid him if you sat elsewhere. I will keep you in good supply of champagne and food if you would do this favor for me."” She had a desperate look on her face.

Jessica had heard of Senator Montan. Who hadn''t? Not only was he the senator for this state, he was also Chairman of the Armed Services Committee, not to mention that he was rich, handsome, single and quite powerful. She should have been begging the flight attendant to sit next to him. “"I would be glad to. I will try to be as charming as I can,"” she assured the other woman, trying to fit into her new role as a world traveler.

""Thanks, this way."” She led Jessica past the small galley and pulled back the black curtain to the first class section.

Jessica had only flown a few times, all in coach. Each time it was an experience she did not care to repeat. She always seemed to get stuck next to a crying child, sick adult or lecherous, dirty old man, crammed into a seat, unable to escape. First class was completely different; it was like flying on a different plane. All the seats were leather, at least twice the size of coach and only two across. And now unlimited champagne and food, with hopefully some stimulating conversation with a powerful senator.

""Excuse me, Senator, this is Jessica. She has the seat next to the window.""

The Senator looked up, a big smile when he saw her. “"Hello, Jessica, and my friends call me Bill."” He stood up and moved out into the aisle. “"There you go, get comfortable, it''s going to be a long flight.""

Jessica flashed him her sexiest smile. “"Hello, Bill."” She was a little uncomfortable calling him by his first name, but tried to get into her world traveler character. She moved to her seat, scooting over to get to it. She smiled, imagining his eyes on her ass as she did. She had worn a pair of stockings with the seam up the back, almost a billboard advertising her sexy legs. She sat down into the seat with a whoosh, not expecting such comfort. Her skirt rode up rather high as she did, Bill not missing a minute of it, his eyes glued to her legs.

""Well this trip is certainly getting better by the moment. I didn''t realize I would have such an attractive traveling companion."” He looked down at her legs, the short skirt accentuating her thighs. He had noticed the seamed stockings. Damn, haven''t seen those in twenty years. Too bad, they are so sexy, garter belt and all.

They both settled in, not really talking yet while the plane got ready to depart. It was a short boarding and before they could say much the plane was airborne.

The flight attendant came into the cabin. “"Can I get you both a glass of champagne?"” She already had two glasses and a bottle on a tray, obviously assured of their answer.

""Yes, thank you."” Jessica did not really drink much, but this was the first day of her new adventure. It deserved a toast, champagne being very appropriate for such a momentous occasion.

Bill just nodded, taking Jessica''s glass and handing it to her. Jessica took the glass from Bill, noticing his eyes studying her body, his eyes staring at her breasts. She loved the attention. A powerful senator thinking that she was sexy. She could already feel her panties getting wet. “"Thank you, Bill.""

""What shall we toast to, Jessica?""

""My new job,"” she immediately responded.

""To your new job."” He tipped his glass up, taking a sip of the champagne.

""To my new job,"” Jessica replied, drinking half of the glass, the bubbles tickling her nose as it went down. It tasted good; she''d not had champagne before.

""Well since we have already toasted to it, tell me about your new job.""

""No, that''s all right, I don''t want to bore you.""

""Nonsense, I don''t think a man could ever be bored by you, Jessica. Tell me of your new job. Is it in Haiti?""

Jessica was happy to have someone to share her success with. On campus, her friends were limited to a few girls. Her parents had died and she had grown apart from her distant relatives. And Bill seemed genuinely interested in her. “"I have a job as an au pair for the summer for a very wealthy man. I''ve never been out of the country before, so this is going to be a big adventure for me.""

""Jessica, did you know that I can read your mind?""

Jessica looked puzzled. “"Read my mind?""

""Well, we have never met before have we?""

""No, but how are you going to read my mind?"” She smiled, thinking he was teasing.

""You don''t become a U.S. senator without reading people''s minds. Now I bet I can tell many things about you. Things that I shouldn''t know.""

Jessica took another sip of champagne, finishing the glass. She saw Bill look over and then hit the call button.

""The flight attendants won''t come in here unless we call for them. It is very private."” The attendant arrived promptly. “"Would you bring us a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice? And some strawberries. Anything else, Jessica?""

""Whipped cream."” She didn''t realize that the strawberries were for the champagne.

""And whipped cream,"” he said, laughing at Jessica''s naivety.

Bill waited until the attendant returned with all they had requested, including a huge bowl of whipped cream. He poured Jessica another glass of champagne. “"Now back to reading your mind."” He put his hands on his head, as in deep thought."” Your new boss is Michael Jergen,"” he began.

Jessica''s eyes opened wide in surprise. “"How did you know?""

""Oh, there is more that I know. The person that got you the job ... let''s see, is a professor. Yes, a professor. Now, what''s his name ... yes, yes, Professor Johnson. The person who got you the job is Professor Johnson.""

Jessica giggled, already a little tipsy from the champagne. “"How did you know that?""

""He is your professor. I can see you in your classroom ... “"He put his hand on his head again, faking deep concentration. “"You sit in the front row.""

""That''s right! Come on; please tell me, how do you know all that? Did someone tell you?"” Jessica was stunned. He was correct on everything. She took another sip of champagne. She noticed her skirt had ridden up higher. The hell with it. I have great legs, I''ll show them off.

Bill noticed the long expanse of leg that she was showing. God, to have those wrapped around you. “"It was very easy, Jessica. I know Haiti very well and there are only a small number of wealthy Americans; it''s not a place where most vacation. And knowing where you boarded, I suspected that your new boss lives in the same state. So therefore it had to be Michael Jergen. You see, Michael and I are very good friends; have been for a long number of years.""

Jessica was astonished that he could deduce all of that. “"You''re a very intelligent man. I don''t mean that as a bad thing. Of course you are, you''re a senator, an important senator. I just mean, to be able to deduce that from my one statement. But how about the professor? How did you figure that out?""

""Since I am such a good friend of Michael''s, I am, therefore, also a good friend of Professor Johnson. We all went to college together. I know that Professor Johnson does many things for Michael and it was easy to figure out that if he was looking for an intelligent woman to take care of his son, where else would he turn to but to Professor Johnson?""

He called me an intelligent woman, Jessica thought. And attractive. She took another sip of champagne. “"OK, but how did you know where I sat? Was that just a guess?""

""No,"” he chuckled. “"As I said, I have known Professor Johnson since our college days. Did you know he is divorced because his wife caught him in bed with one of his grad students? He loves his students, especially the female ones. Especially ones with legs as shapely as your own."” He saw her look down, blushing. “"He makes it a habit to take the girl with the best legs and put her in the front row so he has something to look at while he gives his boring lectures,"” he laughed as he said it. “"And if he is really lucky, to get her to spread her legs for him during class so he would not be bored.""

""You''re embarrassing me, Bill."” Her face, already flushed from the champagne, turned red with humiliation.

""See, I can still read your mind, Jessica. Would you like to know what else I know about you?""

She looked up. “"Yes, tell me.""

""You spread your legs for him in class and let him look up your skirt, didn''t you.""

""Bill, now you are really embarrassing me."” Her head hung down in shame as her secret was exposed.

He reached over, putting his hand under her chin, lifting up her face until she was looking directly at him. “"Come on, Jessica, we''re all adults. You can answer my questions. Don''t forget I can read your mind,"” he said, laughing at her humiliation.

She stared at him, their eyes meeting. “"Yes.""

""Yes what, Jessica?""

She saw it in his eyes; he wanted her to say it. She took another gulp of champagne, a big gulp this time. “"Yes, I spread my legs for him. So he could look up my skirt.""

""Did he make you take off your panties, Jessica?""

This was getting difficult, even with the champagne. She wasn''t even sure why she was answering his questions; they were getting very personal. It just seemed like she was obligated to do it.

""Yes, on Fridays."” She blurted out, “"and on the last Friday, I hiked up my skirt so he could see everything. And smiled at him.""

Bill laughed out loud, “"I like you, Jessica; you''re a very smart woman.""

Jessica was relieved when the Senator began to talk about other things, Haiti especially. Bill had been there often on senate junkets. He told her how different it was compared to the United States. Jessica listened intently, enthralled by his knowledge.

""You have to be careful of the police. It''s not like in our country, where you have rights. You can be arrested and disappear in Haiti and no one will even look for you. Even our embassy cannot do much for an American who has been arrested.""

He talked about the Haitians believing in Voodoo and how their society was built on many of the beliefs from the religion. “"You especially don''t want to offend the voodoo priests, in particular, the one who runs Michael''s household. He is one of the most influential voodoo priests on the island. Do everything you can to get on his good side; it will make your job much easier.

""I will see you for Michael''s Carnival celebration, a special masquerade party Michael hosts each summer. Everyone''s face is cloaked; you will be surprised at what happens at a party when no one knows who you are. Inhibitions seem to vanish and it turns into one long debauchery. It''s simply incredible.""

Jessica continued to drink, not really hearing Bill but noticing that he barely touched his glass. She was feeling so good. Even the awkward moments when he talked about her spreading her legs for Professor Johnson did not bother her anymore. She still noticed him staring at her body, but far from making her uncomfortable, she felt special, that a powerful man thought she was intelligent and beautiful. She giggled again as they talked, the champagne really getting to her now.

Bill leaned over to her, noticing her giddiness, knowing it wouldn''t be much longer before the champagne would prevail. “"So you can tell me, Jessica. What else did you give Professor Johnson for the job? I know you didn''t get this job just for a couple of peeks up your skirts.""

She looked at him. What the hell? “"He made me strip naked for him. Then he masturbated me."” She could hardly believe she said that. Even more, she wasn''t even embarrassed by saying it!

""I figured that, but did he make you cum?""

She smiled at him through drunken eyes. “"Three times. God, I can''t even make myself cum that much,"” she laughed.

""Ah yes, Professor Johnson has always been good with the girls."” He promptly changed the subject, talking about Jessica and her career plans. Their conversation lasted about another twenty minutes before he noticed her eyes beginning to flutter. She''d had at least three glasses of champagne and she was getting dizzy.

""Excuse me, Bill. But I think I need to close my eyes for a few minutes. I must have drunk the champagne too fast.""

""No need to apologize. The conversation has been stimulating. I always enjoy talking to an intelligent woman. A woman who knows her place in life. Why don''t you close your eyes for a bit? It will be at least a couple more hours before we land.""

""You don''t mind, Bill? I hate to be rude. You have been so nice to me.""

""Don''t worry, Jessica, I''ll still be nice to you. Very nice. Here''s a pillow. Why don''t you lie back and take a little nap.""

Jessica reclined the seat back not realizing that it went almost horizontal, unlike the seats in coach. “"Whoops!"” Her legs flew up high as her head went backwards, Bill''s eyes following her, looking up her skirt as it rose up. “"Thanks, Bill. Thanks for everything.""

It didn''t take long. One minute she was wide-awake, the next she was breathing heavy. She was on her back, her chest stirring up and down as she breathed. Her legs were slightly parted, her skirt high up her thighs. The attendants would not be back unless he called for them and he did not intend to do that. He had other plans. He pulled the armrest up from between their seats, not wanting anything in the way. He leaned closer to her, smelling her sweet perfume. She was wearing a white button-down blouse, the buttons straining to contain her breasts.

He held his breath and let his fingers move cautiously over her breasts, lightly touching the covered flesh. She did not stir. His fingers became more insistent, running from the top of her breast, up and down her cleavage, then under her breast before finally cupping one of the sweet globes in his hand. He hefted it, loving the feeling. She twitched a little, but seemed unaware of his handling of her. He became a little bolder, both hands now encircling her breasts, squeezing them gently, feeling her stir a little as he did. He cupped them both, searching out her nipples with his index fingers, lightly rubbing the tips through her blouse, seeking the buds.

""No, please no ... “” Her hands moved up to try to brush his away, but were too feeble to do anything.

""Shhhh, Jessica, it''s okay, lay back now. I''ll make you feel good.""

His hands brushed hers aside and returned to her breasts, now squeezing harder. Her body began to move as he felt the flesh between his fingers. He saw her hands moving, clenching into a fist, but they did not reach up to stop him.

He let go of her breasts and his hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. He undid the first one, his touch like a feather as her blouse began to spread open. The next one, and her bra was now partially exposed. She did not even stir. The next two buttons went quickly, the only remaining button below the waist of her skirt. His hands went to the middle of her blouse, one on each side and he began to peel it back, exposing her bra and naked stomach. God, what a magnificent set of tits. No wonder Johnson wanted her. He pulled it as far open as he could; the blouse still tucked into her skirt.

She stirred a little, an arm lifted up as if swatting a fly, too week from sleep and drink to be very effective.

His fingers brushed across the silky, smooth flesh pushed up by her bra, between her cleavage, and he imagined that it was his cock buried there, stroking back and forth. He pushed his fingers into her bra, seeking out more flesh, not even caring at this point if she woke. His hand moved from her breasts to her abdomen, his palm on her flat, taut stomach, feeling the heat from her body. She moved a little, attempting to dislodge the weight. “"Such a lovely body, Jessica.""

Jessica could feel someone touching her wrists. What was happening? Through her champagne daze, she felt her blouse being pulled from one of her arms, felt the cool air on her front. She didn''t dare open her eyes. She was afraid of what she would see. Was Bill actually taking off her clothes? What should she do? Her blouse was pulled from her shoulder and then hands pushed her over onto her other side, away from him. She squinted, afraid of him seeing her, realizing that she was awake. Her blouse was almost off, his hand pulling the last sleeve from her arm. He disappeared from her sight, as did her blouse. She shut her eyes again and waited.

He folded her blouse neatly, looking over at her huddled body. Her back was to him, naked, her short skirt barely covering her butt. She didn''t seem to have stirred. He reached over her, his hand finding her bra-encased breasts, squeezing them, harder than he should have, but once he felt the luscious flesh between his fingers he had to press harder. His hand hefted her globe, enjoying the feel of flesh bouncing as he jiggled it. His hand moved up the naked flesh of her upper breast, over the smooth, silky skin. He ran his fingers around the top of her breast before slipping into the cleavage. With the angle of her body, her breast pushed down, neatly cradling the other. He had to see and touch her naked breasts. He ran one finger along her side, seeing her body react as it moved toward her back. As he went up her back, her body arched forward, attempting to escape the tickling finger. He fumbled with her bra catch, taking a minute to open it, excitement making his fingers shake.

No, please no, she thought as she felt her bra loosen, one of her breasts already slipping out. She knew the lights were still on. “"Please, Bill, I can''t sleep with the lights on. Have them turned them down,"” she said, feigning that she was just waking up from sleeping, still drowsy. She moaned a little, hoping that she was not overplaying it. The alcohol was having an affect on her but that wasn''t all of it. She was becoming sexually aroused. The Senator was an important man, a powerful man. The thought of what he might do to her was exciting.

Ding, ding. The attendant bell rang.

""Yes, Senator, how may I help you?""

Jessica wondered just how close the attendant had gotten to them. Could she see her lying there, half naked?

""Can you dim the lights in here, please? Jessica wants to catch a nap.""

""Of course. Anything else?""

""Don''t disturb us unless I ring for you, is that understood?""

""Of course, Senator. Have a good nap.""

Even though Jessica had her eyes closed she could tell that it was now fairly dark in the cabin. She snuck a quick look, only the exit door signs dimly illuminated the cabin. She closed her eyes again, waiting. Her breathing stopped when she felt hands on her back again, cold hands moving her bra strap off, her body shivering as her bra was pushed down, clutching her arms over almost naked breasts.

He pushed on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back again. His hands moved up to her bra, pulling it free, turning and putting it with her blouse, eager to get back to her young breasts. He grabbed one of the linen napkins as he turned back to her.

She could feel the cool air from the overhead vent rushing onto her nipples. They stood out hard. She did not want him to think that they were erect because of him. Her hands moved up and clutched her breasts, her palms pushing into her hard nipples. She still kept her eyes closed, not so much feigning sleep but wanting to feel the touch of his hands on her body, afraid him knowing she was awake would stop him, the thought of how she looked making her pussy wet.

She felt a napkin placed over her arms, his voice softly speaking. “"So the light will not get in your eyes.""

The napkin covered her eyes; it was really dark now. She still clutched her breasts. What did he mean, the light? It was already off. She heard a click and then realized what he meant. He must have turned on the reading light. She could only imagine it, but she was sure that it was probably shining directly on her palms clutching her breasts.

""They are too beautiful to cover, Jessica. Let me see your naked breasts.""

She slowly raised her arms high over her head, her breasts rising up. She knew how they must look, thrust out. The attempts at trying to make believe it was not happening were now gone. He knew that she was not asleep and was making no pretense to cover up his actions. She lay there waiting for the Senator''s hands to return, not sure how far he would go with her body, the wetness between her legs still flowing.

Bill watched her breasts rise as her arms went over her head. “"So beautiful, Jessica."” He had won; she was his to do with as he wished. She might protest a few of the things he planned to do to her, but he enjoyed that. He liked when they fought a little; he liked a little reluctance in them.

""Please."” She pleaded, not really knowing whether she was protesting or begging. She jerked in response to his touch on her naked stomach, as he slowly circled her flesh. Her eyes clenched tight, not wanting to see what he was doing to her.

He couldn''t wait any longer. His hands moved up until they cupped her breasts, his fingers delighting in the feel of her youthful flesh. He gently squeezed, his hands grasping while his fingers sought out her nipples. He let two fingers lightly tap at the already hard buds, and heard her gasp at his insolent fondling as she passively lay there, half naked, the bright reading light illuminating her breasts. Her areolas were the size of half dollars, the dark brown highlighted against her alabaster skin. Her nipples were a dark pink, almost red and over an inch long. His fingers tapped on them, snapping back and forth then pinching them lightly, applying more and more pressure. He twisted her nipples, and her back arched up as he pulled upward.

His fingers were moving so fast, pulling, twisting and snapping her nipples then finally his fingers stretching up the rubbery flesh. The pressure on her nipples increased, his fingers tightening more the further he pulled on them.

""Ohhh!"” Her nipples were now over an inch and half long. She suddenly felt relief when he released her buds, causing her breasts to collapse back to her chest. But her relief was short-lived when she heard the sound of ice cubes sloshing about in the ice bucket, and she braced for the inevitable. “"Ahhhhh!"” Ice-cold water dripped onto her stomach, her muscles contracting in response to the freezing stream. “"No, please!"” she pleaded, knowing her cries were falling on deaf ears. A piece of ice pressed to her warm stomach and slowly, painfully moved up her body seeking her breasts.

""I''m going to make your nipples so hard they are going to feel like they are bursting, Jessica. You will eagerly want my fingers to return and tug on them."” She felt the ice rub on the underside of her breasts, goose bumps sprouting out all over her body. The ice left a trail of rapidly warming water, her body heat melting it.

He stroked her head, as her teeth clenched in anticipation of the ice on her nipples. “"Relax, Jessica. It is going to hurt when it touches your sensitive nipples, but it will be such a delicious pain. And I will make you cum from it.""

She felt the ice begin to move over one of her breasts, his other hand grabbing the globe in his fingers, pressing inward, forcing blood to rush to the hard nipples. The ice moved closer and closer to her areola.

She shivered, partly in fear and partly from the cold. Her breast was wet, the ice rapidly melting as he ran it over her flesh. She felt it near her areola, and her teeth gritted in expectation of when the ice would touch the delicate flesh. He was right, the ice hadn''t even hit her nipple yet, but it already felt like it would burst. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his clenching fingers. He ran the ice around her nipple leaving a freezing path of water on her dark areola, tiny hard goose bumps covering the otherwise smooth flesh.

Jessica screamed, not even caring if the flight attendants heard her. He had pushed a new piece of ice directly on her nipple, holding it tightly against it. The shock of the cold came first, then it was the numbing pain as he moved it around her nipple, but never quite pulled it away. A sharp throbbing emanated from her frozen nipple and traveled up her spine. He pushed down on the ice with one hand while continuing to squeeze her breast with the other, leaving no escape for her. Her fingers clenched in pain, her fingernails digging into her palms. It burned now, the hardened nub frozen. She feared he would cause her permanent damage.

He gave her a break, pulling the ice from her. His fingers quickly sought out the cold nipple, plucking at it, feeling how long it had become, how hard it was. He pinched harder, not hearing even a groan from her, knowing that his fingers were better than the ice. She even arched her back up, pushing her nipple into his fingers; his pinching fingers were warmer than the ice.

She could not believe how much the ice had hurt. He was right; it had felt like her nipple was going to burst. It felt swollen. His fingers felt good, warming the frozen flesh. Hearing the sound of the ice swooshing around again, knowing that he was readying another piece obviously for her other breast, she braced herself.

Her other breast was subjected to the same treatment. First the ice slowly encircled her breast, then moved over the wide expanse of her flesh, but always skirted her areola, always teased her. She shivered again, her breath taken away as the ice finally touched her areola, moving around it. She could feel the cold from the ice on her nipple as he slowly moved it around it, playing that same game, not yet touching it. “"God, no!"” the ice at last pressed painfully onto her nipple again. She could feel it become numb, then move on to the pain stage. She fidgeted about, but his fingers continued to hold the cold cube against her nipple, replacing it with a new one, never allowing it to melt. “"Thank you ... “” Jessica whimpered when the ice was removed, grateful for the reprieve. His fingers returned to pluck at the hard nub, igniting pain into the tip as he snapped them with his fingertips. The pain he caused assured her she had not lost feeling in them.

Then he grabbed both of her nipples between his fingers and began to pull on them, upward, stretching the hard nipples to greater proportions. He rotated his hands, and her body jerked in pain as her nipples were painfully twisted. He let one of her nipples go, his hand sliding down her stomach.

""You''re going to have to cum for me, Jessica.""

His hand slid over her pussy and down her thigh until he found the bottom of her skirt. He quickly snapped it up, moving up her naked thighs until he touched her panties. He grabbed her pussy in his fingers, digging into the tender flesh, feeling how wet she was, her panties soggy with her juices.

""It should be easy, Jessica; easy for you to cum. Your pussy is already wet. I told you the ice would be a delicious pain."” He pushed his fingers between the ridges, feeling the fleshy crease of her lips fold over his two fingers, her panties pushed between them. He ran his fingers up and down her slit, moving higher each time to the place where her clit would be, pushing harder with one finger until he found the hard bud. He rubbed harshly, feeling her press her ass into the seat, trying to escape his probing finger. He massaged it, feeling her body relax, accepting the inevitable. Her thighs slid further apart, giving him greater access to her sex.

It began to feel good, his fingers masturbating her just like Professor Johnson had done to her. Would he also be able to make her cum more than once? She raised her ass up from the seat as she felt his finger slide down her slit, pushing her silky panties into the moistened groove.

Her hips moved up allowing his fingers to slide lower, down over her pussy until they touched her tiny anus. His finger felt so big compared to the small opening; her body shivered as he touched her there. She felt the finger circle the hole, clenching and unclenching on the darting digit.

He was touching her back there, just as Professor Johnson had done. This was why she had bought that anal probe. She had not used it yet, but the professor''s manipulations had brought out a new curiosity in her. She had never even considered her anus to be an erogenous zone though men seemed to fixate on it. She knew she would have to submit to the Senator''s rude fondling of the opening. She had to find out if she got just as much excitement from it as the men did, had to find out if she got just as aroused from it this time as the last.

Jessica was quickly brought back to reality when she felt a chunk of ice pressed tightly against her nipple. “"Ow!"” Another ice cube was pressed onto the other side, trapping it. He eased up a little, moving both cubes back and forth, increasing pressure as the ice began to melt from her hot body. His other hand moved back to her pussy, sliding up and down her slit, running a fat finger over her swollen clit, pushing and pulling her silky panties between her fleshy lips. Her panties were now soaked. She was ready to cum. She had to, the pain of the ice re-freezing her delicate nipple now ran up her spine to her brain.

Her nipple hurt as the rough, bitterly ice was pinched tightly around the sensitive flesh. His fingers sought out her slit, pushing into the soaked panties pulled tightly between her legs, splitting her open.

The pain of her rapidly freezing nipple was merging with the pleasurable feeling of his masturbating fingers. She was going to cum soon. She had to. Emotions enveloped her—the feeling of submissiveness as she lay on an airplane, her body almost naked, her nipple tortured with ice, her pussy masturbated by a powerful senator. It was happening to her again. She arched her back, pressing her breast into the ice, the nipple pinched even harder between the cubes. Water was running down her side, rapidly melting from her body heat. She raised her hips up, her ass rising from the seat, pushing him deeper into her pussy slit, his masturbating fingers creating such wonderful pleasure in her body.

Her body shuddered as his fingers flicked and tapped at her clip. His fingers pinched her nipple harder between the ice, letting the cubes saw back and forth over the frozen flesh. She gasped in pain or pleasure, but not sure which, the feelings merging into one.

Screaming, she came on his fingers, her juices soaking through her panties, running between her spread thighs to the leather seat below. She felt him release the ice from her nipple, his hot fingers returning to it, pinching and pulling painfully, the feeling returning to the frozen flesh. That was all she needed to cum a second time, trying to fuck his fingers into her pussy, her panties preventing it. She jerked her hips sideways, back and forth, making him pull on her clit as she came, afraid that she had peed her pants, they were so soaked. “"Fuck!! Feels soooo good ... “” His hands continued to run over her body, dragging her orgasm out. Her senses were on overload, unable to comprehend how they did this to her each time.

His hands slowly manipulated her body. She was unable to stop him, limp from coming so hard. She felt her body lifted up and pulled over to his seat, not sure what he planned to do. She had thought he was finished, now afraid of what would be required of her. Her head was lifted up and placed on his stomach, her chest still heaving, her body trembling from the cold. She watched him slowly draw down his zipper, unbuckle his belt and draw his pants apart, his shorts barely able to contain the hard cock tenting it out. One hand stroked her face, the other grabbing her hand, placing it on his cock.

She felt it pulse beneath her fingers. It was large; she was barely able to encircle it. She knew he wanted her to jerk him off. He had made her cum; now it was his turn.

""Take it completely out. I want to feel your hot hands on my naked cock,"” he ordered her.

She did as he demanded, pulling his cock fully out of his boxers. It was big, over eight inches long. The head of his cock was a dark red, large veins running up the length of the shaft, and it twitched in her hands when she touched his naked flesh.

""It likes your warm touch. Rub it, Jessica, and play with my balls."” He pulled his pants and shorts down. Her head now rested on his naked stomach, her face only inches from the hard cock in her hands. Her other hand reached down between his legs, grabbing his ball sack, hefting it up and squeezing it gently. The head jerked when she squeezed his cock. He stretched back in the seat, loving the feeling of an exquisite young girl jerking off his cock. He could just barely feel her hot breath on his cock. “"Did you masturbate Professor Johnson?""

""No, he just made me cum,"” she answered, still sliding her hand up and down his cock. She tightened her fingers when she ran over the head, letting the friction increase. She flicked her fingers on his piss slot, his cock jerking in appreciation.

""You''re good at this, Jessica. You stroke my cock as if you had one of your own."” He moved his hand down to her face, stroking her cheeks, the other hand on the back of her head. “"Blow on my cock, Jessica. Let it feel your hot breath.""

She blew on the head of his cock, holding it tightly with her hand as she did. She clenched tighter on the hot cock as it jerked from the exquisite feeling of her breath.

""Mmmm,"” she mumbled, as two fingers suddenly pushed into her mouth, opening her up wide. Before she could pull away, his fingers were replaced with the rubbery feeling of his hot cock, her lips spread wide to accept the large shaft. She began to struggle, but his hand on her head kept her in place, his hips rising up, forcing more of his cock into her mouth.

""Relax, Jessica. Wrap your hot little lips around my cock. It will fit. Ahhh, yes that feels so good. Your mouth is so hot.""

""You''ve never sucked a cock before, have you, Jessica?"” The Senator laughed. Professor Johnson had missed a wonderful opportunity, an opportunity that he would not pass up.

She continued to struggle, the terrible taste of his cock filling her mouth, leaking drops of cum onto her tongue. It sat there, thick and salty, mixing with her saliva, permeating her mouth. His fingers tightened on her head.

She shook her head. The cock in her mouth sat heavily on her tongue, pushing deeper inside. Her lips ached from being stretched so wide, trying to spit the cock out, while his hand held her head tightly.

""Damn, a virgin mouth. Well, Jessica, we don''t have enough time for me to teach you how to properly suck a cock, so I''m just going to jerk off in your mouth."” He placed one hand on her head holding her in place. He moved her hand off of his cock, bringing both of them to his balls. “"Play with my balls; I''ll stroke my cock.""

She struggled more. He intended to cum, cum in her mouth. Just a few drops had already tasted bad. She was sure that if he dumped a load of cum in her mouth she would vomit. She shook her head back and forth trying to dislodge him.

""Settle down, Jessica!"” he shouted, his hand grabbing her head tight. Her struggles stopped. “"Much better. I made you cum, now you are going to do the same to me. I want you to run your tongue over my cock, especially the head.""

Jessica trembled. He was rough with her, holding her head tightly, forcing more of his cock inside her mouth, her lips stretched like rubber bands as they wrapped tightly around the hot flesh. She puffed through her nose, her mouth stuffed. She had to get this over with. She tentatively ran her tongue over the cock, its head already in the back of her mouth almost gagging her, so she let her tongue curl just under the ridge.

He relaxed his grip when he felt her tongue move about his cock. He pulled his cock out until only the head was slipped past her lips. “"Good girl, Jessica, now run your tongue over the head. Get used to the taste of my cum. You will soon have it overflowing your mouth. You''re going to have to swallow a lot of it to keep from choking to death."” He stroked his cock, his hand banging into her lips occasionally, his passion getting the better of him.

It throbbed as she tongued it. Each time it jerked in her mouth another drop of cum leaked out, her tongue soaking it up, her taste buds overpowered by the thick, salty fluid. Her lips hurt from his knuckles banging into them. Then he pushed his cock further into her mouth. She let her tongue run down the length of it, feeling the large vein down the side, feeling every bump and ridge with her tongue. She felt him pumping quicker, knowing that it would be soon. Soon, he would dump his cum into her mouth.

""You''re going to make such a good cocksucker, Jessica. You just need someone to teach you how to do it right. Your tongue already knows what to do. Keep your tongue fluttering on my cock when I begin to cum. Do a good job and I will feed you a nice load of hot cum,"” he said, laughing at her distress.

She was being treated like a whore, her mouth nothing more than a hole to dump his cum into. But she continued to please him, wanting to get it over with, wanting to get dressed, but still half naked, her breasts pressed into his stomach as she was mouth-fucked. She took hold of his balls, both hands capturing the sac, squeezing gently, forcing the cum from him. His hand gripped her head tightly, his other hand pumping harder and she knew he was ready to cum. This was what she dreaded. Would she be able to swallow his cum? Would he choke her with it?

""Take it, Jessica."” His hand pumped his cock, his jism shooting up from his balls and out the end, her tongue running over the piss slit at the exact moment it shot out."” God, such a tight, hot mouth. Take my cum!""

Jessica choked as the first load shot out into the back of her mouth, some blasting directly down her throat, gagging her. She tried to swallow, difficult to do as her mouth became more and more filled with the heavy fluid. Cum dripped from the corner of her mouth. He pumped again, filling every corner of her mouth with the salty liquid, while her tongue fluttered over his slimy cock head.

He watched her throat swallowing as his cock shot out the second and third load of cum into her sweet mouth. Her fingers coaxed the cum from his balls, her tongue received it, bathing the darting appendage with his cum. She might have not sucked a cock before but she was swallowing his cum like a common street whore. “"Take the rest, swallow the rest of my cum,"” he grunted, pumping harder, emptying the cum from his balls into her young, hot mouth.

He seemed to ejaculate forever. She would swallow and before her mouth was empty, it was filled with another load of cum. She could not get the taste of the salty, thick fluid from her mouth, running out over her lips, thickly coating her tongue. Finally, the cock began to shrink in her mouth, her lips not stretching so far. She felt it jerk as her tongue licked it, at the last remnants of his orgasm. He stroked her face like a good dog rewarded for fetching a stick.

""That was great, Jessica. You did a good job of sucking my cock.""

She started to sit up, looking for her clothes but he pushed her back over onto the seat, down onto her back. “"No, no more.""

""You''re going to have to cum for me one more time, Jessica."” He pushed her arms back up over her head, her breasts rising up. He could see his cum glistening on her lips. His hands reached down to her skirt and began to unzip if from the side. “"Let''s get you out of this. I want you naked this time; I want that tight pussy.""

Could he make her cum again? She raised her hips, her body willingly manipulated again, her skirt shoved down over her hips. Picking it up, the Senator added it to her other clothes. She only had her panties now, her soaked panties. She knew that would not last long.

He grabbed her pussy in his hand, feeling the wet panties. “"Too much cum on these,"” he said, pulling them quickly down her thighs and off her legs. She was now naked before him, his cock already hardening again.

""Can you spread you legs for me, Jessica? Let me see that tight pussy,"” he said, urging her on.

She parted her legs, the thought of being masturbated again exciting her. She didn''t understand it; she couldn''t make herself cum twice, but men could. She felt his hands on her thighs, slipping between her legs to rub the silky flesh, his hand moving up and down, each time getting closer and closer to her pussy. She felt him tap her thighs, urging her legs to spread wider, submissively complying with his command.

""Such a good girl. You want me to make you cum again, don''t you Jessica?"” He waited a moment, then, “"Don''t you, Jessica?"” He paused. “"Answer me.""

""Yes, please,"” she whispered, and when he stayed silent and unmoving she added, so confused at her response, “"Yes, please. I want you to make me cum again.""

The Senator nodded his approval, then instructed, “"Wider now, I want your pussy fully open. Bring your knees up, feet flat on the seat. Then bow your legs out; open up real wide."” He watched her, her knees far apart, her sex opened up for his hands and fingers, her legs spread obscenely.

He clicked on the other reading light, aiming it directly on her spread pussy. He saw the humiliation on her face as her pink pussy was brightly illuminated like a famous picture on the wall of a museum. “"Such a sweet pussy."” It glistened with her juices.

""No, not there,"” she cried out, hearing the clinking of the ice in the bucket again. Once again, her fingers clenched into a fist, fingernails digging painfully into palms, awaiting the pain of the ice on the most intimate part of her body. But she stayed still, her arms over her head, her legs up and spread wide, ready to receive whatever abuse he desired upon her vulnerable body. He moved the iceHe up her thighs, moving higher and higher, leaving a trail of cold wet skin as it moved. The cube melted almost the minute it hit her super-heated sex, pushing between her labia, melting on contact with her hot, inner pussy.

""You''re so hot, Jessica, literally hot,"” he said, grabbing another piece of ice and pushing it directly between her pussy lips, sitting on the opening to her vagina.

It hurt as it hit her sensitive inner pussy, the flesh turning cold instantly. “"God, don''t leave it there, it hurts too much, please, please! Move it around,"” she cried, begging him to abuse her more, unable to do anything else.

He smiled at her request, letting the ice move around her vagina, the cold ice touching every part of her. He let it slide up her pussy slit, his other hand moving up to her clit, pulling back her clit hood to expose the swollen bud.

""God, nooo!"” she cried when she felt her clit exposed to the air. “"Not there!"” In seconds she knew that the ice would hit it. The shock of the pain shot through her entire body.

He pushed the ice up and rubbed it over her clit. Her hips pushed down into her seat, his hand following her movements, unable to escape the terrible burning of the ice on her clit. He rubbed it up and down her slit, each time returning to her exposed clit, scraping the harsh, ragged ice over it.

She moaned loudly, partly in pain as her sex was frozen by the ice, and partly in pleasure as she was masturbated again. He had already used four pieces of ice on her, her pussy melting them almost instantly. When the last piece melted, his hands returned empty-handed.

""Put your legs down and roll over onto your side, Jessica.""

""What are you going to do?"” She panicked, knowing he wanted to push the ice into her anus. Not taking no for an answer, his hands rolled her hips over until her ass was facing him, her head buried in the seat, unable to see what was transpiring behind her. But she could feel him, his hands rubbing over her exposed ass cheeks, his fingers loving the feeling of the silky flesh.

""Reach back and spread your cheeks for me. Show me your tiny asshole,"” he ordered her. He wanted her to humiliate herself, open up herself to him.

And she did. She reached back, her hands sliding down to the cleft in her ass, slowly pulling back her cheeks until she could feel them taut. Her anus spasmed as it was spread open by her own fingers.

""Good girl, now keep yourself open."” He reached into the ice bucket again, extracting a large cube from the bottom. He let it rest on the top of her split, watching as the cold water run down her crack and dripped sensuously over her exposed anus. The cold temperature of the water made her anus tighten in response. He moved the ice lower, watching the goose bumps appear on her ass.

She felt the ice touch her fingers and then touch her anus, the shock of the cold forcing the tiny opening to clench and unclench as the ice ran over the tiny hole. He was pushing in, her anus having to spread open, grabbing painfully around the rough edges of ice. Her anus swallowed the ice, the heat in her rectum melting it instantly. She heard the clanking of the ice bucket and knew he was returning with more.

This time he had three pieces, each one long and tapered. He pushed the first against her anus, the tiny hole slowly spreading to accept the ice. He pushed with his finger, following the ice as it journeyed up into her rectum, her sphincter grabbing onto the digit. He pulled out, and another piece was shoved up against her asshole, her body trembling from the cold as more ice was pushed inside her, fingers forcing them deeper and deeper. He watched her anus close on the last piece, the tiny bud red from the cold, glistening with the water of the rapidly melting ice.

""Don''t put any more in, please,"” she begged, “"I''m stuffed already, and it burns!""

""Turn over again and spread your legs like before. It''s time for you to cum again,"” he ordered her. She eagerly complied, anything being better than having your asshole crammed with freezing ice. “"Good girl. I have to taste that sweet pussy!""

""Yes, yes!"” she cried out. He had forced her to suck his cock; why not let him reciprocate? The thought of his tongue on her pussy sent shivers through her body. She spread her legs wider, arching her ass up from the seat, eagerly awaiting his tongue. She knew how she must look, but she didn''t care any longer. She wanted to cum again.

She didn''t have to wait long. The Senator''s cock was already hardening again, the smell of her aroused pussy exciting him. He had to taste her juices, feel her explode on his tongue. He moved over onto her seat, sliding down the seat until his head was between her widely spaced thighs. He inhaled deeply, his nose quickly filled with the strong scent of her arousal. He let his tongue slowly run up and down her inner thighs, each time moving higher and higher to her waiting pussy.

God, she couldn''t wait much longer. The stubble on his face rubbed harshly over her the tender skin of her silky inner thighs, her body trembling each time he moved close to her pussy, disappointed as she felt his tongue move back down again. She arched her hips up higher, giving him complete access to the flat plane of her sex. She couldn''t wait any longer, and her hands reached down to his head. “"Stick your tongue in my—"” she ordered him. She quickly remembered who he was and what she was requesting. “"Please, please.""

The Senator was quickly taken aback by her sudden dominant behavior. He knew that she was sexually aroused, unable to wait any longer. He knew that she would cum almost instantly when he touched her.

""Raise your pussy up to my tongue if you want me to eat you, Jessica.""

She did not hesitate, pushing her pussy onto his waiting tongue. He let his tongue hit her superheated pussy, lapping up and down her pussy lips, his fingers pulling them back, exposing her to his rough tongue. He moved up to her clit, his tongue pushing back the clit hood and touching her sensitive and aroused clit.

She mashed her pussy into his face the second his tongue hit her clit. “"God!"” she moaned, trying to muffle her scream of ecstasy as she came. She grabbed his head tightly, pushing it up and down, forcing him to service her pussy with his tongue.

The Senator''s face was instantly covered with her juices, his lips wet with her cum as she exploded on his tongue and mouth. He sucked her clit into his mouth, lapping at the aroused bud as her body shuddered, waves of orgasms shaking her body. He cupped her ass, pulling her onto his tongue as she slumped back onto the seat, her body racked with the pleasure of his tongue. He released her clit, letting his tongue slowly and lightly run up and down her slit, soaking up the sweet taste of her cum.

She slumped down, exhausted from the second orgasm, her body limp, unable to stop the Senator who continued to run his tongue over her pussy. She was embarrassed, having cum so quickly and how she had demanded satisfaction from the Senator, forcing his head between her thighs. “"I''m sorry, Sir,"” she blurted out. “"I''m not usually that way."” She tried to sit up, but the Senator''s hands pushed her back down.

""I''m not finished with you yet, Jessica. I want to taste your delicious body. Lay back and let your fingers reach down and spread your pussy lips open for my tongue again.""

She let her fingers reach down to her pussy lips, even surprised herself at how wet she was, her fingers quickly becoming slick as she pulled back her pussy lips. She felt his tongue continue to run up and down her pussy slit, the rough tongue tender on her exposed inner pussy flesh.

""Gently,"” she begged, knowing that she could not stop him from having his way with her body, ashamed at how she had treated him. She raised her ass up as she felt his hard tongue push against her vagina, attempting to force its way inside her body.

The Senator used the opportunity of her upraised ass to let his fingers play under her it, running up and down her crack, feeling her body shake as he slowly let a finger play over her tiny anus.

She felt the finger on her hole, and let her body sink back down to the seat, hoping to keep the offending digit from it. She cried out as she felt the fat finger slowly opening her, the tip forced in by her own weight. She arched up again, driving his tongue back into her speared vaginal opening, her fingers still keeping her pussy spread for his tongue.

He let her rock her body back and forth on his tongue and finger, her hips jerking unable to stop his further ravishment of her body. “"Grab your legs and pull them up high,"” he ordered her.

She complied, partially glad that she no longer had to hold herself open for him, her body unable to stop rocking back and forth, trapped between his tongue and finger. She pulled her legs back, feeling her ass rising up from the seat.

""Higher, I know you can pull them up higher, Jessica."” He waited until she complied, her back now only supported on the seat, her ass rolled up beneath her. “"Good girl, Jessica. Now hold them up for me.""

She was now so completely exposed. Not only her pussy, but her anus was now defenseless and what she feared most. And she had every reason be fearful as she instantly felt the hot, moist tongue slowly slide backwards along her pussy lips. She knew she would soon feel it on her anus and that humiliated her. It was such an intimate opening, not what she had ever even considered sexual until she the Professor had his way with her. And a tongue, no less. What would it taste like? How could he even fathom licking her back there? “"No, not back there, it''s dirty,"” she mumbled, but his tongue continued its exploration, moving higher now.

The Senator loved to tongue girls on their anus, even delighting in sticking his tongue inside their rectum, feeling them fight to push it out, humiliated by having to keep their body spread open for his rimming of their asshole. And Jessica was no exception, her legs pulled up high, unwilling to prevent him from having his way.

""No!"” She felt his tongue hit her anus, the wet, rough tongue sending her tiny hole dancing in response, clenching open and closed at the strange sensation. His fingers returned to her pussy, pulling apart her lips as fingers played up and down the slit, moving over her clit, masturbating her again. Her body jerked, her anus pulling inward, her sphincter clenching tight in response to the rude fondling of the tiny nerves circling her puckered hole.

The Senator tasted the murky, tart hole, his tongue moving round and round the opening before finally centering on it, his tongue curled up into a rigid piece of flesh. He pushed in, feeling her body fight the strange intrusion, her ass cheeks clenching. He pinched her clit hard.

""OW!"” she cried out in pain when his fingers bit into her clit.

As her body shifted to defend her pussy, she relaxed long enough for the Senator to push his rigid tongue into her anus, sliding inside her hot rectum, her sphincter finally gripping onto the hard tongue.

""Oh, God."” Her anus felt strange as it was slowly opened up from the outside, his tongue trapped inside her rectum, moving around like a snake, touching parts of her body that were not meant to be caressed with a tongue. The finger returned to her clit, this time more gently, rubbing the piece of flesh, masturbating her again.

He fought to keep his tongue inside, but her sphincter was so strong, trying to push it out of her rectum. His fingers were busy with her pussy, sliding up and down her slit, two fingers entering her, sliding inside the soaked walls, finger-fucking her. His other finger continued to thump back and forth over her clit, trying to revive her arousal, feeling it get harder and harder as his fingertip flicked at it.

She began to respond again, her anus unaccustomed to having something inside it, especially a tongue. It had been bad enough when she was fingered back there, but to have a tongue in such a private place was both embarrassing and humiliating. She was aroused again, her pussy and sphincter both clenching on the fingers and tongue masturbating her. The finger snapped painfully on her swelling clit, back and forth at a monotonous pace, her clit swelling, giving the fingertips a better target.

The pain mixed with the pleasure, creating a masochistic feeling that permeated her body. She imagined how she looked—naked on an airplane, her arms pulling her legs up, her pussy and anus exposed to him; the Senator between her thighs, his tongue pushed tightly inside her rectum and moving around as his fingers masturbated her. The image made her cum, and her body shook, her pussy and rectum relaxing, the fingers and tongue driving deeper into her body, ripping an orgasm from her body for the third time. The first shudder that ran through her body was more intense than the aftershocks, her body responding to the rimming of her asshole. Each burst diminished, her body no longer able to respond, exhausted from coming three times in such a short period.

The Senator enjoyed the way her body responded. He would have loved to make her ride his cock with her hot, tight pussy. Maybe at the Carnival he would have a chance to encase his hard cock inside her pussy, feeling it wrap around his cock in pleasure. He felt her body relax, knowing that she had no more strength in her, her body racked by the multiple orgasms he had extracted from her.

He sat up, his fingers stroking her face, knowing she could smell her own juices on his fingers. “"You have such a hot body, Jessica. You are going to have so much fun in Haiti. I think you are going to cum a lot,"” he laughed.

The flight attendants heard the commotion. “"Here''s your half of the $200 he gave me to give her that story. It works every time. I''m not sure if he takes these flights to go somewhere or just to get laid,"” she laughed as she handed her partner a $100 bill.

Jessica managed to get dressed, excusing herself to freshen up in the lavatory. When she returned, the Senator acted as if nothing had happened. The evidence was missing, the flight attendant having removed the ice and champagne.

""I hope you enjoyed yourself, Jessica. I know I did. Maybe we will meet again at Michael''s party.""

There was still over two hours to their destination. Jessica was actually able to close her eyes without fear of the Senator arousing her again. When they arrived at the airport, the Senator was escorted out, while Jessica had to wait with the others to pass through customs.

""Now be careful in customs, Jessica,"” the flight attendant warned her. “"This isn''t the United States. They do things a lot differently here and most of the military and police are corrupt. Just don''t piss them off.""



Chapter Three

Airport Search

The lines for customs were long, and Jessica waited patiently for her turn. She needed time to recover from the forced masturbation by the Senator. No, if she were honest, to recover from her reactions to the Senator''s humiliation of her. She could still taste his cum in her mouth; even brushing her teeth did little to mask the salty taste of the thick cum still permeating her oral cavity. She was ashamed at what she had done, sucking his cock, letting him shoot into her mouth. She could feel the cum sitting heavily in her stomach.

She had been waiting over a half an hour now, and her impatience was beginning to show, in spite of the flight attendants warning. The soldiers doing the customs checks appeared to be in no hurry, the line moving at an incredibly slow pace. Finally, it was her turn. A young soldier, not more than eighteen, stood before her, her suitcases on the table beside him.

It had been forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes of standing in the uncomfortably hot terminal, and her nerves were on edge. “"It''s about time. I have been waiting for almost an hour. Couldn''t you move any faster?""

The soldier looked up, surprised at her outburst, realizing instantly that she was just another dumb American tourist. They were always so arrogant, always demanding, as if they were the only people on the earth who mattered. He looked over, seeing the Captain and a few other soldiers pushing a young French girl toward one of the examination rooms. He caught the Captain''s look and nodded. “"I''m sorry, Ma''am, for taking so much of your valuable time. Let me show you over to the expedited customs lounge. The head of customs, Captain Fignolé, will personally take care of you and make sure that you are on your way. Let me personally apologize for us. We are a backward country, not sophisticated like America. We do things at a slower pace, not realizing how valuable your time is.""

She was taken aback by his apologetic tone, but nodded her acceptance. She was not normally this bold, but the long plane trip and the sexual encounter with the Senator had her just wishing the day was over. Maybe she would finally get out of there and to her destination.

""Step this way; we will check your bags while you are with the Captain. It shouldn''t take long. He is very quick and thorough."” He grabbed her wrist in one hand. “"Sorry, but I have to hold your arm. This is a restricted zone and all persons must be controlled while in this area.""

She nodded again, letting him hold her wrist as he pulled her along a corridor with a series of rooms, each with a sign that said “"occupied"” or “"unoccupied."” She assumed this must be the expedited customs area, probably what the Senator and the privileged must use. She felt superior, her boldness earning her the same privileges as a United States Senator. She heard voices inside speaking in a foreign language in a room marked “"occupied"". She was led to the last room of the corridor. The guard opened the door, changing the sign to “"occupied"” as he did. He pushed Jessica inside.

""The Captain will be with you shortly. Make yourself comfortable."” He closed the door behind him; she heard a click as the door closed.

She looked around the room. It had a table in the center running lengthwise, about six feet long and four feet wide. It was wood with large metal legs secured to the floor with bolts, making it immobile. A large white cabinet stood in the corner, a metal hasp and lock securing the contents from the occupants of the room. There were two wooden chairs in the room, both heavy, with the only difference between them that one was similarly secured to the floor with heavy bolts and the other not. They must have a problem with theft, having to secure the furniture to the floor.

The strangest thing was the padded bench, or at least it looked like one. It was a little less than waist-high. A thick leather bolster about six inches deep and over two feet wide was held up by two thick metal poles, similarly secured to the floor. In front and back were two metal rings. The room was air conditioned, almost too cold, but much better than the hot, stifling terminal. She sat in one of the chairs, waiting. She noticed the window on the adjoining wall to the next room, a heavy black curtain draped over it. She could hear voices next door, speaking French, she thought. Haiti was a former French colony, with many of its citizens, as well as many visitors, speaking French. The voices began to get louder, a woman''s voice seeming to plead, the male voices loud and demanding.

She began to get impatient again, and got up from the chair, moving toward the window. She went to the end and peaked under the curtain. The other room also had a curtain on its side, but it appeared to be partially drawn back. If she pulled out her curtain, she might be able to see inside the room. Her curiosity got the best of her.

Inside the room there was a French girl. She looked about eighteen; a very lovely girl. There was an officer inside the room, although Jessica was not sure if the insignia was that of the Captain or not. There were also two other soldiers, both young like the one who had brought her here. The girl was chattering away at the three men in French, her eyes pleading with them. She was trying to fight them off, but they were more powerful than she was—a slight girl a little over five feet tall, just barely 100 pounds. One held her arms behind her back; the other stuck his fist into the small of her back and pushed, forcing her to arch her back, her breasts prominently pushed out. The Captain was slowly unbuttoning her blouse as she chattered endlessly in French, the soldiers ignoring her pleas. Her arms were released, but only long enough for her blouse to be pulled from her body, the soldier slipping his fingers behind her back to unsnap the brief, sexy bra that encased a lovely set of breasts. The bra dropped to the floor. Her arms were again pinned behind her, her back arched, her naked breasts now presented to the Captain.

She saw the Captain''s hands run over her naked breasts, his fingers plucking at her hardening nipples as she continually pleaded in French with him. The other guard was pulling her skirt up her legs, revealing the briefest of panties—a thong—that barely covered any part of her body. The Captain released her breasts and moved down to her legs. She squirmed and struggled, but the Captain''s hands slowly slid the thong down until it hit the leather strap binding her knees together that Jessica had not noticed before. He grabbed her sex. Jessica could not see everything he was doing, but by the look on her face and the sound of her voice, he must have at least one finger, maybe two inside the girl''s pussy.

The soldier who had brought Jessica to this area interrupted the Captain. He pointed toward her, and the Captain looked at the window. Jessica dropped the curtain quickly. Had he seen her? She sat down in the chair, now definitely more scared than irritated. She remembered the flight attendant''s warning. Now be careful in customs, Jessica. This isn''t the United States. They do things a lot differently here and most of the military and police are corrupt. Just don''t piss them off. She feared for her safety now. She saw what they were doing to the young French girl. She went over to the door and turned the handle, hoping she could sneak out of the room. The handle turned, but the door did not open. Her fear increased; she was locked in the room. Hearing footsteps, she hurried back to the hard, wooden chair and sat down, trying to look nonchalant as the man from the other room entered. He was a large man. Not so much tall as massive and darker skinned than anyone she had ever seen.

""Good afternoon, Mademoiselle. I hope we have not kept you waiting too long. One of my soldiers told me you seem to be in a hurry. You were brought here because that is usually a sign that something is amiss. Do you have anything to hide, Mademoiselle?""

""Nothing,"” she stammered out. “"I just had a long flight, and I was in a hurry to relax. I''m sorry I was rude.""

""Yes, you were rude. Your name is Jessica?""

""Yes.""

""Such a lovely name for such a rude girl. Why are you in our country?""

""I have a job with Michael Jergen for the summer.""

""Yes, I know Mr. Jergen. A very powerful and rich American. What is your job? Were you hired to warm his bed for him?""

She was confused for a second, then realized what he was implying. He wanted to know if she was coming to Haiti to have sex with Mr. Jergen. “"No, no, I am the au pair for his four-year-old son."” She was embarrassed at his observation of her. What did he think she was, a prostitute?

""Don''t we have educated women in this country who can do that for him? Must he bring in outsiders to do it?""

He was getting agitated. He did not seem to like foreigners, especially Americans.

""I''m sure he does not mean any offense. I have never met him, so I don''t know.""

""You were brought to this room because of your impatient behavior, which is the typical behavior of smugglers and anarchists. You will now be subject to further inspection and search in order to verify your story. If we find nothing, you will be allowed to leave with our sincerest apologies. If we find the opposite? Well, our prison system is cruel and harsh, especially for lovely girls like you. If you fail to cooperate, I assure you, you will be transported to the nearest women''s prison. They know how to handle difficult cases. We do not deal with that. They will hold you for at least a week and I think you will find it very unpleasant.""

""What are you going to do?"” She was very afraid now. Her new adventure in a strange land had now become a very dangerous place for a young girl.

""My soldiers are searching all of your bags very thoroughly. Unfortunately they may ruin some of your things as they will be opening up anything sealed and will even cut into the lining of your suitcases. This is necessary, as smugglers are very good at hiding drugs in small places. Meanwhile, I will search your person."” He smiled at her as he said it. Such a lovely girl, so much nicer than the French girl next door. He had left that one with his soldiers. They had her stretched over the table, her arms securely fastened when he left. Her legs were spread wide and tied to the legs of the table, forcing them into an obscene spread. She was naked and one of the guards was likely placing rubber gloves on his hands, a large jar of lubricant open before him, spreading the cream on his fingers as he reached down between her legs, his fingers lubricating her vagina for a special body cavity search.

""Searching my person? What do you mean?"” She was afraid of his answer. She knew that she was going to be subjected to the same treatment as she had seen with the girl next door.

""You know what I mean, Jessica. I saw you watching behind the curtain. I am going to strip-search you and then do a body cavity search. Each and every part of your body will be probed by my hands and fingers. Smugglers have been known to hide drugs in the stomach, vagina and colon of their mules. You will cooperate or we will send you to the prison. There they have machines that will fill your colon with gallons of water, forcing out any illegal substances you may be carrying. They use high-pressure hoses to shoot up into your vagina. Though they tend to be painful, they are quick and effective. Will you submit to my search or would you like to go to the prison for theirs? I don''t have time for any foolishness. Make up your mind, now!""

Neither option was acceptable, but she had no choice. She did not want to go to prison for a week, a foreign country''s prison. “"Isn''t there any other way?"” she begged.

""The choice is simple, prison or here."” He waited. He knew what the answer would be. They all picked the same one. They might fight later on, but he enjoyed that. He enjoyed the game they played, his cock becoming harder at their successive struggles and screams. And this one was quite exceptional. A beautiful, young American female. One that he could take out his hatred of all Americans on. She would suffer for what the United States had done to his country. He would make sure that she was completely humiliated by time he finished with her.

""What do you want me to do?"” she sighed, resigned to her fate.

""I need to frisk you first. Step over here."” He watched her walk over to him, admiring her body as she moved. Nice tits, great ass and legs. He wondered what her pussy would look like. Well, he''d find out soon.

She reluctantly moved toward him.

""Face that way, lean forward and put your hands on the wall at least shoulder high."” He watched as she complied, seeing her ass arching back, bending slightly as she leaned in, her hands touching the wall. “"Good, now spread your legs,"” he ordered.

This was what she regretted hearing, feeling his feet nudging her ankles apart. She slid her feet apart, the gap between her legs now over three feet wide. It was difficult to spread her legs that far, as she balanced precariously on her high heels.

""Now stand still or I will cuff you."” He moved between her legs, shuffling forward until he was able to reach around to the front of her. Her hands moved over her waist, reaching up to cup her breasts.

Startled when his hands touched her breasts, she dropped her arms. “"Not there, please,"” she pleaded, her hands pushing his away.

He backed away and slapped her on the ass. “"I''m not going to tell you again. Hands up on the wall or I will put handcuffs on you and do what I have to!""

Again she felt him move behind her; this time he pressed against her. She felt his hard cock pushing against her outthrust ass. His huge hands moving around her again made his intentions clear, engulfing her breasts, molding them. She moaned quietly as his fingers pressed into her soft skin. She arched her ass backwards in response, regretting the decision as she felt his cock jerk against her taut ass cheeks.

""Let me see, are you hiding anything in your bra."” His fingers grabbed her breast flesh in tiny pinches all over.

""Ow!"” she cried as one hand found her nipple, pinching the already hardened bud.

He kept his fingers on her nipple, clenching and unclenching on the bud, feeling her hips begin to move against him. His other hand repeated the procedure until he elicited another gasp from her. Fingers tightening on the hardening nipples, he pushed in with his hips, trying to drive his cock as far into her ass as their clothing would allow. She responded visibly when he squeezed her nipples.

She cringed in shame as her body responded to his rough treatment. She could already feel her pussy get wet. She was being felt up while she submissively offered her body to him and she knew that soon he would have her naked and spread, his fingers searching out her most intimate parts. This excited her, and she feared that the most.

""You seem to have very sensitive nipples, Jessica."” He lowered his hands from her breasts, returning to frisk the rest of her body above the waist, eager to strip her naked; he wanted to see as well as feel those luscious breasts.

""Turn around, back against the wall,"” he ordered after running his hands all over her upper body. “"Hands at your side for now."” He watched as she complied, staring straight at him. He moved in close, his face only inches from hers. His hands slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. He saw her eyes move down, watching his fingers, then move back to stare pleadingly into his.

""Please,"” she murmured quietly.

""Shhh, Jessica. With a beautiful body like yours, you must display it naked often."” His hands continued their task; he unbuttoned each button one at a time, wanting to prolong her humiliation as much as possible.

This was what he loved about his job. The power he had over young girls like the French girl next door or Jessica. He loved to force them to submit to him and the other guards, humiliate them. He reached the last button and slowly pulled the blouse out of the top of her skirt, exposing her tan and naked stomach. He reached down to her arms, pulling each one up, unbuttoning the button on her wrist, her arms limp.

""Let''s slip this off your shoulders, Jessica. Such a lovely bra. “"His eyes feasted in the sight of a lacy, white, low-cut bra enhancing her already ample cleavage. He face turned red with shame as he slowly and methodically stripped her naked. He pulled off her blouse and put it on the table, leaving her still standing half-naked against the wall, waiting for his return.

She trembled as he walked back toward her, frozen against the stone wall, cold against her warm back, tiny goose bumps appearing all over her body. He moved in front of her, her trembles turning to shudders as his cold hands touched her bare waist.

""Such lovely skin, so soft and smooth, Jessica."” His hands moved up to her breasts again, this time his fingers encircling the lacy bra, feeling her breasts quiver in their confinement. He found her nipples poking out the bra, a testament to the excitement she must feel at his control of her body. “"So lovely, Jessica, such hard nipples. Are you enjoying this?"” he teased. Her eyes lowered in shame attempting to hide her own arousal, attown.

""No, please don''t,"” she implored, her body betraying her.

""Face the wall, Jessica,"” he ordered, his hands at her waist helping her until she was pressed against it.

She knew what was going to happen, and was not surprised when his fingers fumbled with her bra catch. It seemed like minutes before she felt her bra slacken. His hand rubbed her warm, naked back, moving up to her shoulders, pushing the bra straps off, the flimsy garment effortlessly falling down her arms to the floor. He pressed her forward, her nipples hurting as they touched the cold wall in front of her.

""Put your arms up, Jessica."” He watched as she raised them up along the wall until they were high above her head. “"That''s good."” His hands moved around her side, the fingers trailing over bare skin, making her body shake. “"Ticklish, Jessica?""

""Yes.""

His fingers lightly touched her flesh, unable to keep still, knowing he would not be content until they completely encircled her naked breasts. She pushed away from the wall, giving him unfettered access to her young flesh.

""Good girl, you''re learning to cooperate, Jessica. It will go much smoother if you do."” She felt his calloused hands grab her naked breasts, completely encircling the flesh, her hard nipples pressed into his palms. “"Turn around again, Jessica; show me your naked breasts."” She felt his hands returned to her waist, urging her around, his impatience showing.

She reluctantly complied. He had backed up, giving her room to maneuver, watching her every move as her naked breasts were exposed to his eyes. She put her hands over her breasts, hiding them, not sure why. She knew that he would force her to put them down, to expose herself, but modesty overwhelmed her. She could feel her hard nipples poking into her own palms. She looked into his eyes, not seeing any compassion, only lust.

""Now, now, Jessica, there is nothing to hide. I want you to raise your arms over your head, again. This time real high, stretch your body out. I want to see those twin beauties."” His cock twitched in anticipation.

She obeyed again, raising her arms high, feeling her breasts pulling up as she did. With the extreme stretch of her arms, her pointed breasts seemed to arch up. She felt her stomach tighten as she stretched, her whole body rigid.

Her young body was now exposed, half-naked, her breasts rising and falling from her rapid breathing. Her pink-colored nipples were surrounded by large brown areolas, highlighting her all-over tanned skin. She saw his eyes stray from her waist before moving up, feeling his hands move under her breasts, hefting each globe. The hands cupped them tenderly, bouncing slightly, her flesh shimmying. His fingers found her nipples, able to grip and pinch them tightly.

""Ohhh,"” she moaned, unable to contain herself as he manhandled her naked breasts, feeling so powerless as she let him have his way with her half-naked body, while his fingers pulled and tugged on her nipples. He was violent with the sensitive flesh, but that excited her more, unable to stop the rough treatment of her body. Yet, she feared what else he had planned for her.

He used one hand to grasp her breast in a tight circle, squeezing the flesh until the blood rushed to the inflamed nipple. His head moved down, clasping the throbbing nipple before she had a chance to protest.

""God, no!"” she cried as his hot, wet mouth unexpectedly clamped onto her nipple. She''d expected his hands and fingers, not his mouth. She felt the powerful suction extend her nipple, pulling it into his hot mouth. His tongue lapped over the stretched flesh, bathing it roughly. She thought surely her legs would collapse as she trembled now in unbridled lust as he sucked her nipple harshly. She looked down at one nipple, swollen and turning a darker red, still soaked in his saliva, while his fingers ran over the bud as his mouth moved to the other.

She felt his cock jerk in his pants as his face rubbed between her young breasts, his tongue, lips and teeth grabbing and sucking anything and everything as he moved back and forth between her twin beauties. Where his mouth wasn''t, his fingers were, neither of her breasts suffering neglect.

Jessica moved her hands down and pushed his head away from her naked breasts when she heard the door open, startled and embarrassed as two guards came into the room carrying her luggage. They were younger than the Captain, both looking barely eighteen, and heightened her humiliation. She clutched her naked bosom.

The Captain saw his men. So much the better. He wanted to see her pussy and he wanted others present for that; he wanted her to feel the humiliation. He saw her clutching herself, having difficultly containing those breasts within her small hands. “"Sit down, Jessica, over there."” He pointed to the heavy wooden chair bolted to the floor.

""Please, may I have my clothes back?"” she begged, sitting in the chair.

""Not now, Jessica.""

""What have you found?"” he asked the two soldiers.

""We found these,"” one responded. He took a long, slender box from his pocket, opened it and threw a cylindrical object onto the table with a heavy thud.

""Bzzzz, bzzzz,"” the object vibrated on the table. It was one of the “"toys"” that Jessica had bought but not yet used. It was called a rabbit pearl, a pink vibrator, with what looked like a rabbit, with two long ears on the side, with the intent that as the dildo twirled and the rabbit ears fluttered, the “"pearls"” rolled and tumbled at the mouth of the vagina. It was guaranteed to work wonders, or so the advertisement said. “"Bzzzz, bzzzz,"” it continued to sound to her deepening humiliation.

The other soldier also took a box out of his pocket, longer and more slender than the first. He opened the box and threw his find onto the table. This one also began moving about on its own, its powerful motor humming, the long object flopping onto the table at the same time. The shaft was over nine inches long, about one-and-one-quarter inches wide, curved so that it forced the object to tumble about the table as the motor made it shake. Along the shaft were three balls of varying widths. The smallest, about one half inch wide, was situated about two inches from the end. The next one, five inches up the shaft, was about one inch wide. The final one, eight inches from the end, was the most formidable and over one and a half inches wide. It was an anal probe. It vibrated and turned. The curved shaft made it turn in an oblong circle, which would slowly stretch the anal passage in widening circles as it passed through the anus. The varying size of the balls would force the anus to stretch and shrink as they passed through the tight opening.

Jessica turned deep red with shame; they looked at her as if she was some kind of sex pervert. She had not even used them! The purchase of the anal probe had been provoked by her multiple orgasms during Professor Johnson''s exploration of her anus while he masturbated her, though she actually feared it. The balls were surely too large for her tiny anus. She had looked into a mirror, bending over and spreading her cheeks to see her anus. It was so small. There was no way the balls could pass through without causing incredible pain.

The Captain chuckled as he turned off the vibrating devices. “"You are a naughty girl, Jessica."” Two more guards walked into the room, the Captain motioning them over with the others. “"I hope you don''t mind these guards being in the room while I search you. Of course, it really doesn''t matter if you do. I am training them in proper procedures.""

""No, please no, not with me!"” Jessica cried out, her hands still clutching her naked breasts.

""I will send you over to the prison if you would like, Jessica, and we could continue with the lovely French girl that you were spying on, if you would prefer. They should finish with you by the end of the week, while the French girl will be leaving in about two hours. “"

Two hours. Two hours of humiliation. Either that or the degradation she would suffer at the prison for a week. She feared that she might be raped or worse in the prison. She had no choice. “"No, it is all right for them to be here,"” she whimpered.

""Very good, Jessica. Now stand up and move toward the table. “” He motioned her over to the heavy wooden table secured to the floor. “"Turn this way, Jessica,"” he said, watching as she turned toward the guards, her hands still clutching her naked breasts. He looked into her eyes. “"Hands behind your neck, Jessica, elbows out to the sides.""

Her eyes pleaded with him to no avail. She let her hands move away, baring her breasts to everyone. She could see their eyes piercing her body, as her naked breasts were revealed. She put her arms into position, knowing that the action thrust out her breasts for their enjoyment.

""Arch your back a little, Jessica. You have very beautiful breasts, let these men see them.""

He began to talk to the men, speaking as if Jessica were not even in the room.

""When searching a female suspect, it is important to keep them on edge as much as possible. Humiliation is an excellent tool. You will notice that I have stripped Jessica half-naked without using physical force. She is now posing for you of her own accord. It is very important to use intimidation and to make them perform. Yet, you may use physical force if necessary to secure their continued cooperation. Jessica knows that if she doesn''t submit, she will be turned over to our prison system. I can assure you that it is a fate she would not like to experience. Isn''t that right, Jessica?""

Jessica could only nod her head. It was as if she was an inanimate object, the others all using her like a toy to play with instead of recognizing her as a person. She felt his hands move to her breasts again, and cringed as the others watched.

""While Jessica''s very youthful breasts do not sag,"” he lifted her breasts up, “"older women may have sag and can hide objects beneath the breast, here,"” he said, pointing to the lower edge of her breast. “"If you lift the breast by the nipple,"” he grabbed one nipple tightly and yanked it up, “"you can check this area. You will notice that Jessica''s nipples are hard. We have found that many women, even though being forced to strip naked, and their bodies openly fondled against their will, tend to respond sexually to the stimulation. In many cases, they can even be forced to have orgasms. This tends to be the ultimate humiliation for them and we encourage you to do this at all opportunities. I will show you later with Jessica.""

His hands moved to Jessica''s waist, fumbling with the skirt. “"This will just get in the way."” The button quickly opened, the sound of the zipper breaking the silence in the room.

Jessica stood there, her breasts still thrust out, her skirt sliding down her stocking-clad legs to fall at her feet. She saw the surprised and pleased looks on the guards'’ faces as they noticed her garter belt and stockings.

""It seems our Jessica enjoys being a very sexy girl. I haven''t seen a garter belt and stockings in many, many years. You will notice the way the garter belt frames the sex, a very erotic sight, I must say. You surprise me, Jessica."” The Captain briefly gave his attention to her before turning back to his men.

""Now, let us continue with our search of sweet Jessica. If one of you would help me,"” all of them hurried over. “"Turn around, Jessica, and face the table."” His hand on her hips forced her around. “"In front of her on the other side of the table,"” he told the nearest soldier.

Jessica felt the Captain''s hand on her naked back, forcing her down onto the table. She shivered as her naked breasts slowly touched the wooden top, her nipples feeling like they would explode.

""Arms out, Jessica,"” he ordered her, watching her arms stretch over the width of the table. “"Secure her wrists with the leather cuffs,"” he ordered the soldier.

Jessica looked over her shoulder at the Captain. “"Please, don''t tie me up,"” she pleaded. She felt the thick leather straps tightening on her wrists. Her arms were pulled, her stomach pushed into the edge of the table as she was extended outward. Her arms secured, she tugged on the straps, the metal buckles banging noisily on the wood table.

""While females may be cooperative, it is always best to secure them to the table. You may secure them, as we are with Jessica, bent over, her ass thrust out. “” He punctuated his instructions with a caress. “"Or if you desire, you might lay them on their backs, hands over their head, legs spread wide, allowing easy access to their open sex. When you want entrance to their anus, you only need to secure their legs next to their hands, high above their head. This position also affords easy access to their mouth.""

Jessica felt the Captain''s hand between her legs, touching the inside of her thighs, urging them apart.

""Personally, I like this position much better. I''ll use the leather straps on her thighs instead of her ankles."” He picked up a thick leather belt, over four inches wide and placed it just below her crotch, almost touching her unprotected sex. He tightened it around one thigh, strapping it tightly to one of the slanted metal legs. He moved to the other, but not before kicking her legs farther apart. She was now spread over four feet wide.

She felt the leather adjusted tightly onto her thighs, her feet free, but her legs spread far apart.

""The leather so close to the female''s sex has a tendency to make them wet. I have seen many struggle just so the leather will rub on their pussy."” He finished securing Jessica, pleased at the outcome. Her ass was thrust upward, seemingly begging to be fucked. Her feet balanced precariously on her high heels, the leather straps on her thighs allowing only limited movement. His hand rubbed down her back and onto her panty-covered ass cheeks, feeling her muscles tighten as his fingers lingered down her crack. “"Very beautiful ass, Jessica, very beautiful. Tight, smooth and begging."” His fingers continue to massage her almost naked bottom.

Jessica struggled as her ass was manhandled. At least she still had her panties on, but she knew that she must still be quite a spectacle. With her legs spread so wide, she was sure that her pussy was almost discernable beneath the stretched fabric.

He grabbed the waist of her panties and began to slowly pull them down beneath the garter belt. He knew they would not go very far, but it was the humiliation of the act of slowly stripping her ass naked that made him prolong the game.

Her head was turned toward the soldiers, knowing that her ass was being slowly revealed. She could do nothing to stop it, so she rested her head on the table; she was so tired. The soldier who had secured her wrists, swept his hands over her face, pushing the hair from her eyes. She was at least grateful for that, but he did not move away; instead, his fingers moved to her mouth, his thick, calloused fingers running over her wet lips, pushing into her mouth to touch her teeth.

""Yes, continue to do that. It confuses them when more than one person is molesting their body. Sorry, Jessica."” The sound of ripping material filled the room as her panties were shredded, the Captain throwing them into the corner.

She cringed when the hand returned. This time she was naked, sure that her pussy and probably her anus were completely exposed. She turned crimson in shame as the Captain again began to talk to the soldiers as if Jessica was not there.

""See how she tries to clench her ass cheeks tight, hoping to hide her anus from our view. You don''t have to force women detainees; they will eventually tire and leave themselves exposed."” His fingers slid down her tightly clenched ass crack until it reached her pussy. “"She cannot do much here."” His fingers pulled back her pussy lips, her pink pussy exposed, his resulting chuckle adding to Jessica''s humiliation. “"Ah! And you can see she is already wet."” His finger slid onto the juices, glistening in the bright light in the room. He held her lips apart as the fingers of his other hand began to run up and down her pussy, lightly touching her vagina. “"It looks like Jessica has not been fucked much, or if she has, her lover must have had a small cock."” His finger pushed into her vagina, parting the slight opening to force the digit inside. “"You may use gloves when examining, though I tend to not like them. I want to feel the heat inside them.""

""How are you doing, Jessica?"” He finally seemed to remember she was capable of participating as he looked into her eyes, her head hung submissively onto the table. “"I''m going to have to do a cavity search of your vagina. I want you to take a deep breath and try to relax as I open you up with my fingers.""

Don''t!"” she cried. “"I''m too small.""

""Don''t worry, I will make sure you are wet enough first, Jessica. Instead of using the cold lubricant, why don''t you put out some pussy juices for us instead?"” His fingers moved down to her pussy and began to rub up and down her slit before one hand moved up to her clit. “"If you part the clit hood like this,"” his fingers on each side of her clit, pulled back, exposing her red clit to the men, “"it will leave her clit exposed. A little stimulation from my finger,"” he began to rub the head, “"and maybe Jessica will get wet for us.""

Jessica groaned as the Captain slowly masturbated her while they all watched, waiting for her juices to flow so that the Captain would be able to violate her vagina with his fat fingers. The other soldier pushed a finger into her mouth, forcing her lips around it as if it was a cock. It played with her tongue as the fingers on her sex continued. Her hips began to sway gently as she was fondled by the two men, one in her mouth, and the other in her pussy. The Captain''s fingers kept her spread open as his other hand continued to run up and down her slit, running over her exposed clit as it did.

""You will notice that Jessica is beginning to get wet."” His finger glistened with the juices suddenly pulled from her. “"Just be careful you do not allow them to cum. It is much better to begin then stop, each time bringing them to the brink of an orgasm, but denying them the final cum. See how she arches up her ass, wanting my fingers back,"” he said, wiping his wet finger on her ass cheeks.

She did not want him to stop. At this point, she didn''t care who was watching, all she cared about was the finger that masturbated her. She wanted it back. She felt the leather straps on her thighs, her hips moving, feeling her flesh pulled by them.

""Not yet, Jessica, soon. You will notice that she is more open now, her pussy lips are spread apart, and her ass cheeks are no longer clenched. Most females do not like their asshole played with."” He moved his fingers up her ass crack again, this time her cheeks stayed open. His fingers moved back to her pussy again, moving up and down her slit, feeling her juices flow. “"I''ll masturbate your pussy, Jessica, but I don''t want you to tighten your ass cheeks. I want to play with your asshole.""

She felt his fingers running up to her anus, the calloused finger running over it, spreading her juices onto the clenching hole. She tightened her ass cheeks, his finger trapped between them. She could feel the pulse on his fingertip beating against her sensitive anus.

He stopped masturbating her, his finger removed from her slit. He watched her ass arch up, searching for the feeling again. “"Loosen your cheeks, Jessica, and my fingers will return."” They all waited and watched.

Her hips circled, searching out but not finding the relief she so desperately wanted. She moaned at the denial then let her ass cheeks relax, his finger moving over her exposed anus again.

""Good girl, Jessica."” His fingers moved back to masturbate her pussy again, his other finger pushing into her tiny hole, feeling it struggle to keep him out.

""Aaaahh!"” she cried as her anus was speared by his fat fingertip. She felt her sphincter clamping onto it, trying to expel it from her body.

""Jessica has a very tight asshole. It is going to be very difficult to do an anal cavity search on her. She is going to be very reluctant as she is slowly stretched open by my fingers and will probably require more physical coercion. A spanking on her ass and, if necessary, on her pussy will probably be required.""

She had dreaded it when his finger entered her anus. It felt uncomfortable, the digit slowly twisting and turning inside her. If it wasn''t for the masturbating fingers on her pussy she would have clenched her cheeks, preventing any further ravishment of her asshole. She heard the word spanking, her pussy getting wetter as she imagined his large hand slapping her ass cheeks hard.

""Let us not regress now. It is time for her vaginal search. Would two of you help me, one on each side of Jessica? Now I want you to pull back her pussy lips until they are drawn tight.""

""Owww!"” Her puffy lips were pulled back tightly, fingers digging hard into the flesh, gripping them tightly in order to pull them back. She had six hands abusing her body, one in her mouth, four holding her open and the Captain''s fingers poised at her widely stretched vagina.

""If you like, you may take your cock out and run it over her face while I finger her vagina. Females find that it is very demeaning to have a cock leaving a trail of pre-cum all over their face and lips. If you have to cum, make sure you cum on her face, and hopefully in her mouth.""

""Jessica, I want you to open your mouth and leave it open."” His finger pinched her clit hard.

She yelped loudly, her hips pushing back as the brutal pinching of her clit shot the pain to her brain. Again, the finger twisted her swollen and sensitive bud. She opened her mouth, the guard fishing his cock out of his pants. It was over seven inches long, but skinny. She cringed when she saw it move toward her face but another pinch on her clit assured her obedience.

""As I said, sometimes it is necessary to use a little pain to secure their cooperation."” His fingers began to masturbate her again, her pussy juices glistening on his fingers as her hips rotated with a life of their own. “"See how quickly she forgets the pain and seeks out the pleasure?""

The guard was stroking his cock, only inches from her lips. She could see tiny drops of cum on its head. Before the drops had a chance to fall off, he pushed his hips forward until the head of his cock touched her lips, leaving a trail of heavy, salty cum on her mouth. Instinct drove her tongue out to lick the fluids from her lips. As soon as it touched his pre-cum, she regretted it. The thick semen mixed with her saliva, spread the foul taste throughout her mouth.

""Ahhh!"” She felt one fat finger pushing into her spread vagina, slowly twisting and turning as it entered. She could feel the large knuckles rubbing harshly over her inner passage.

""See how her vagina seems to swallow up my finger? It is obvious she is very sexually aroused from the fingering of her sex and wants to cum badly. She has a very tight pussy; even one finger is gripped tightly by her inner muscles. As I thought, she hasn''t been fucked much and her previous lovers have been quite small.""

She was red with shame as he dissected her life as if she were not even there, describing her vagina to the others as his finger plundered her sex.

""She will be an excellent fuck."” One finger became two, her vagina having to stretch wider to accept the calloused fingers that began to plunder her sex, sliding in and out on her own juices. “"Even as tight as she is, she puts out an abundance of cream with a minimum amount of masturbation. Relax now, Jessica. Three fingers will stretch you very wide. Put your cock on her lips; maybe that will distract her a little as I open her up more.""

Before she could react to the fat fingers spearing her vagina, the hard cock was pressed inside her lips, sitting on her tongue, jerking in appreciation as her hot breath bathed it. She couldn''t even mumble as her lips had to stretch wide around the cock in her mouth. Her vagina felt so full, fuller than it had ever been. She could feel the fingers moving around inside her, stretching her pussy to accept them, the hard knuckles pressing even more painfully into the sides, yet she almost forgot that the reason for the fingers was to search her, not make her cum.

""If you are very quiet, you can hear how wet Jessica is."” The room turned deathly silent. The only sound the sloshing of his fingers plunging in and out of her vagina, slick with her juices.

Jessica didn''t even care if they could hear her wet pussy. She had to cum. “"Please, please make me cum."” She pulled away from the cock in her mouth to shamelessly beg the Captain.

""Not yet, Jessica, but soon. First you have to take four fingers. Do you want me to do that, do you want me to fuck your pussy with my four fat fingers?""

""Yes, yes, just make me cum!"” she pleaded.

""You will notice that Jessica is now a willing participant. She will do anything to cum now. This is the time to do more extreme things to her young body as she is fully cooperating."” He pushed his four fingers together and tucked his thumb in alongside them. He pushed them against her vaginal opening, already red from the constant fingering.

Her body arched up and she screamed in pain as it felt like her sex was being torn. She was breathing heavy, the cock sputtering in her mouth, a load of hot, thick cream spewed, resting on her lips. His hand stroked up and down as he began to cum. Jessica choked as it sprayed into the back of her mouth, some of the salty cum shooting directly down her throat. Sharp pains were coming from her groin as an entire hand pierced her vagina, slowly and deliberately entering her tender passage. It moved back and forth, each time deeper, pushing aside all resistance by brute strength. If she could only spread her legs more, bow them out to allow easier access to the plundering hand.

The guard shot a second load of cum on Jessica, pulling from her lips to leave a trail of hot cum running down her nose and lips. His hand pumped his cock until he finally finished dumping on her face, bathing her beautiful features with hot semen.

The Captain pulled his hand from her pussy, feeling the muscles clenching as he did. It came out with an audible pop, her vagina still a gaping hole. They all watched as it clutched on air, slowly shrinking in size as it remained vacated. “"I see you got a cum bath, Jessica.""

Jessica cringed at the sound from her vibrator again. She shuddered as she felt the tip run up and down her slit before the pulsating head rested on her swollen clit, teasing the sensitive bud.

""I''m going to fuck you with your own vibrator, Jessica. Will you cum for us now?"” He pressed the vibrator against her vagina and applied pressure, watching as her body slowly engulfed the vibrating toy. “"See how her pussy sucks it deep inside, drawing it in on its own?"” He pushed deeper until the pearls were pressed against her vaginal opening and the rabbit ears touched her clit hood. He pushed the button that sent the pearls rotating around her vaginal opening, rubbing it over and over. The vibrating rabbit ears played with her clit, making her body shudder.

""Oh, God, that feels so good."” The vibrator now fucked her, in and out.

""Cum for us, Jessica, cum now."” He pushed the rabbit ears hard against her clit, vibrating the swollen and inflamed organ.

She didn''t care. She didn''t care who was watching, what they were thinking, only about what they were doing to her. She could taste the cum in her mouth. It even began to taste good. Her pussy clenched on the vibrator fucking her as a man would. She screamed; her pussy came all over the vibrator fucking her.

They all watched her, their cocks hard as she came, her pussy juices running down her thighs to soak into the leather straps mixing with the cum of the unlucky girls who preceded her. Her body shuddered as the vibrator continued to bring out additional orgasms. She could not believe this. Like the Professor and the Senator, the Captain was giving her multiple orgasms, something she could not do for herself. She finally slumped down, still bound to the table, her pussy pushing out the vibrator to fall on the floor. She could feel the juices running down her legs.

The Captain stroked her ass cheeks as she finally came down from her intense orgasms. “"See how the bound female can be so easily brought to orgasm?"” She could sense his smirk.

Humiliation swept over her. When she was highly aroused, she hadn''t cared. Now that she had cum, she felt so dirty, forced while bound to cum for them. Forced to swallow the cum of one of them.

""Please, let me go now,"” Jessica whimpered.

""Not yet, Jessica. We still have to do an anal cavity search. And you are going to have to cum for us again, this time with the anal probe inside you. You want that, don''t you, you want me to masturbate you again?""

""No!"” she cried, but the hands had already returned to her pussy, the soldiers'’ fingers spreading her apart again. She felt a gentle hand begin to masturbate her, wondering where the Captain had gone. She looked up to see a tube of lubricant in his hand, squeezing some it out onto his fingers.

""Now for your asshole, Jessica. I''m afraid that you will not put out enough cream for that, so I''m going to have to lubricate you."” He saw her ass cheeks tighten. His hand swung down and slapped her upraised ass cheek hard, the pink flesh turning red instantly.

Jessica screamed, just wanting the ordeal to end.

""As I said, before, the female does not like her asshole so rudely probed so she will fight it. Physical coercion may be necessary, as you have seen in the case of Jessica. Are you ready for me to continue, Jessica? Or should the next slap be on your tender pussy?"” He did not wait for her to respond. He motioned for the soldiers to remove their hands and he let his open palm move up between her legs and slap painfully on her open and wet pussy, the sickening sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing out in the room.

She screamed again, the pain shooting up from her sex, already tender from the forced masturbation. Her hips tried to rise away from the force of the slap. “"No more,"” she begged.

The Captain watched as her cheeks relaxed. “"Continue."” He ordered his men to spread her open, hands masturbating her again. He squeezed a generous amount of lubricant on the tip of his finger and moved down between the cheeks of her ass, aiming for her exposed anus. “"Relax now, Jessica. It will be a little cold for a second but will heat up rapidly as it enters your hot asshole."” He watched her as she gritted her teeth, her body trembling from the touch of his cold finger against her sensitive anus. He let his finger slowly rub around the tiny opening, the shiny lubricant shimmering in the bright lights. “"You need to open up your asshole, Jessica. Push back as if you are trying to force something out. Can you make that tiny hole open and close for us?""

She pushed out on her ass as his finger rested on her opening. She could feel her anus slowly spread open, the cool air in the room seeming to enter the hole. She relaxed, feeling it close again. She could only imagine how it looked, her tiny hole opening and closing as they watched her perform for them. Only a short time ago, she would never let anyone touch her there; now she was openly making her tiny anus purse open and closed for their enjoyment.

The Captain moved his hand between her legs, lightly tapping her pussy with his hand. “"See how the female can be controlled. Again, Jessica, show us how your asshole can purse open and closed."” They all watched as she pushed out, her asshole opening, then her cheeks clenched tightly.

""I think her face needs another cum bath. Would one of you help out Jessica?"” They almost tripped over each other before one of them finally, his naked cock already out, pushed it into her face. This one was the same length, but the girth was much greater. He sat it on her lips, the head already wet with pre-cum. She would have to stretch wide for this one. “"Open your mouth again, Jessica. And don''t forget to keep it open.""

Jessica reluctantly opened her mouth, the cock leaking cum onto her lips as her hot breath blew on the hard, rubbery head. She felt it push in, her lips slowly forced to expand until the head sat inside her mouth, her lips gripping the large member right below the bulbous head. The taste of cum filled her mouth again as it leaked from the seal of her tight lips.

""Since the anal tract is not naturally lubricated, it is very important to do a good job of it."” The Captain let one finger slip quickly up her anus, feeling her sphincter grab onto it as it entered her hot, tight rectum. Jessica moaned, the cock in her mouth muffling most of her sounds. He pushed his finger inside her, twisting and turning it, making her feel his knuckles running over her anal tract as he lubricated her. He pulled his finger out, her anus now shiny, slight agape from his fingering. He pushed more lubricant on his finger and entered her asshole with one swift push, burying deep inside her. He began to pump his finger in and out, twisting his finger, trying to coat all of her anal tract with the slippery lubricant.

It felt strange as her asshole went from being empty to full, the slippery lubricant allowing his finger to slide effortlessly in and out of her backside. The soldier in her mouth stroked his cock as he held it within her lips, her tongue accidentally hitting it, making it jerk and leak cum onto her tongue.

""Jessica is very tight. I imagine she is a virgin here. Have you ever been sodomized Jessica?""

She shook her head no, her eyes opening wide. The cock in her mouth almost slipped out, a hand on her head forcing her back down onto the hard cock head.

""Very hot and tight, with a good grip. A cock would be pleasured up her ass, though I doubt that Jessica would enjoy it much. She would have to be stretched first."” It was time for two fingers now, and he lubricated his ring finger and middle finger. He pressed them both against her anus, pushing the tiny hole inward until it relented and her asshole sucked the digits into her hot confines. She bucked a little as his fingers filled her. The hands masturbating her grabbed her clit and began to massage the bud, drawing it hard again, urging her ass backwards onto the fingers stuffing her.

""Unfortunately, I don''t think I will get more than three fingers in her, she is so tight. Push out on your asshole again, Jessica."” His hand lightly tapped her pussy to remind her of the consequences of not obeying. When he felt her push, he pulled his fingers out and then pushed three fat fingers into her tight asshole, deep into her rectum and then deeper still into her colon. He twisted and turned his fingers inside her, her body shuddering as he used her asshole as if it was her pussy, harshly finger-fucking it.

It hurt badly, the fingers cramping her stomach as they went deep inside her, entering her colon, banging painfully against her anal tract as they slid along the slippery walls. Her mouth filled with its second load of cum, this time more plentiful, her cheeks bulging out as she was rapidly packed with the thick cream.

The soldier pulled out, just in time to shoot the next load on her nose, some into her open mouth, forcing another gag as her throat moved up and down, trying to swallow the foul cum.

The Captain pulled his fingers out, a loud pop and a small fart escaping from her asshole. He reached over for the anal probe. “"You need to cum for us again, then you may leave, Jessica. Can you do that for us?"” His finger began to masturbate her again, lightly touching her clit. One of the soldiers lubricated the anal probe, paying special attention to the three ever-increasing sized balls.

""Please, not that,"” she cried but pushed out on her asshole when ordered to do so by the Captain again. The probe pressed against her asshole, her body jumping, startled by the probe when it began to vibrate.

She felt her anal flower open, the slim probe entering until the first ball bumped against her tightly clenched anus. She slowly opened, the round ball gently spreading her more before popping inside, her sphincter clenching onto the slim probe. It felt strange as it the ball moved inside her, spreading her open temporarily then passing through, her anal passage collapsing behind it.

""Here comes the next one, this one is bigger. Push back again.""

She pushed her hips back, her anus spreading open wider still as the gently sloping ball slowly entered her rectum before her sphincter clasped onto the slim base again. Her stomach began to cramp slightly as over five inches of the probe pressed into her, the balls keeping her anal passage open as it was pressed deeper. Her pussy began to feel good again, as she arched her ass up to the masturbating fingers.

""This is the largest one, Jessica, push back and let it in.""

It hurt dreadfully as she was speared by the anal probe, slowly forcing her open, feeling like she would tear, the red ball slowly engulfed into her asshole, sharp pains shooting through her entire body.

The Captain moved behind her, his cock out of his pants. “"Would you like to be fucked with my cock while I ream your asshole with the probe, Jessica?"” It was a rhetorical question. That is what he was going to do, her bound body unable to stop him.

""No,"” she cried out, “"don''t fuck me!""

She felt the hard, rubbery head of his cock spread apart her labia, pushing against her vagina. There was a knock, and the door opened without waiting for a response. It was an American.

""May I talk to you, Captain?"” It was more of a statement than a question, the person seeming to know him.

""Of course, any aide of the Senator receives my special attention."” He put his cock back into his pants and walked over to the Senator''s aide.

Jessica could not hear what they were saying, but noticed the Senator''s aide occasionally glancing over at her. This was the ultimate humiliation. The anal probe was still vibrating deep inside her, the muffled sound still discernable in the room as she was stretched over the table, naked and bound.

She finally heard the Captain proclaim, “"I will let her go, but first she must cum. I will not fuck her, but you must stay and watch as she cums. She is quite the exceptional girl. I can see why the Senator has taken a personal interest in her. She is very sexual."” The aide agreed, walking over to stand next to Jessica.

""The Senator''s aide has asked me to do the Senator a favor and let you go. I have consented, but first you must cum again, this time while your asshole is fucked with the probe. And the Senator''s aide has decided to stay and watch. Now if you want to leave, I suggest you cum, and don''t try to fake it. I will be able to tell. We will all be able to tell."” He added the last statement to make up for the interrupted humiliation he''d had planned for her.

She felt him behind her again, his hand peeling back her pussy lips, his fingers running up and down her slit, touching her clit, watching her body shudder. He lightly tapped the end of the severely embedded anal probe, forcing her to feel it deep inside her. She bit her lip, trying to ignore the Senator''s aide, wanting only to get dressed and leave. She closed out everything except the feeling of the fingers gently gliding over her sex. Her ass raised, his fingers finding her clit, twisting and pulling on it. She could feel her impending orgasm, her body shaking, yet another orgasm beginning.

""Yes, such a good girl. Cum for us, Jessica."” He began to pull the probe from her asshole, her anus forced to open as the last ball inside her, the largest one, opened her up. He didn''t allow it to open slowly. When he felt her cum he pulled the first ball out with one yank, Jessica yelping at the sudden pain, but it didn''t do anything to lessen the feeling of her orgasm. “"See how her asshole flowers open as the ball is pulled? She has a very tight asshole. The Senator would be honored to sheath his cock inside it.""

Jessica began to cum, her asshole suddenly and painfully stretched open by the ball, the other two balls keeping her open as they pulled through her anal tract. She came on his fingers, feeling her juices running down her thighs again. Another ball was pulled through her clenching anus quickly, the tiny cavity pulled open and closed in one quick movement. Another orgasm hit her. She was not sure if it was the Captain''s fingers, the aide watching her debasement, or the probe stretching her asshole. Or maybe it was all of it. She arched her ass up as the last ball was pulled from her asshole, the smallest, barely felt. Her tiny anus was now red and slightly agape, a testament to the abuse it had suffered.

Jessica was finally released and allowed to dress. The aide did not leave, watching her as she quickly put on her clothes, handing her a new pair of panties from her suitcase. The guards put her toys back into the boxes, both glistening from use.

The aide escorted her out until they reached the taxis outside. “"I must apologize for your mistreatment by the soldiers, but as you were probably told, this is not the United States. There is nothing you can do about it now, so it is best that you forget it ever happened and do not mention it.""

""Tell the Senator I owe him deeply. I would have been fucked if you had not appeared.""

""The Senator just wanted to make sure everything was all right. And I am sure that the Senator will find a way that you can repay him."” He eyed her body as he said it. “"Now hurry, there is another plane to Cap-Haitien in ten minutes. They will be wondering about you by now. Jessica, it was a true pleasure to meet you. I hope to see you again.""





Chapter Four

Jessica''s New Job

Haiti was not what she expected. She had known it was a poor nation, but it was worse than she thought. She saved an arduous eight-hour drive by catching a small airplane from Port-au-Prince where she had arrived, to Cap-Haitien in the northern peninsula. Mr. Jergen lived on Ile de la Tortue, an island to the north, about sixty kilometers from Cap-Haitien, separated from the nearest port by a twelve-kilometer channel. The roads from Cap-Haitien to the channel were the worst she had ever seen. Most were unpaved, dirt byways, the taxis old and in bad mechanical shape. Except for the beautiful view, the trip would have been torture. It was hot, with the temperature about thirty degrees Centigrade. She was beginning to get used to Centigrade and kilometers, refusing to convert them into Fahrenheit and miles, wanting to fully immerse herself into the culture.

Cap-Haitien had been more Spanish-influenced architecture, but it quickly turned to one and two room shacks in the rural area, supporting families who farmed their small plots of land. The road meandered along the coastline on Rue 21, passing some excellent beaches amidst the poverty-stricken communities. Professor Johnson had told her that Mr. Jergen''s house, or more appropriately, mansion, was on the beach on Ile de la Tortue. If it was even half as nice as the coastline here, she knew she would have a fabulous summer, as she loved the sun and the beach. She had bought a new bathing suit, a tiny thing that barely covered her nipples and pussy, a thong leaving her ass cheeks exposed. She planned on getting a great tan over the summer.

A small ferry, or rather, a boat, brought her to a private dock on the whitest beach she had ever seen. She looked up to see Mr. Jergen''s mansion, a magnificent structure that was so grand it must have been built as a palace over a hundred years ago and then converted into a residence. It was Spanish architecture with lush landscaping and she could see a large number of workers tending to the massive gardens surrounding the house. She knew Mr. Jergen''s staff numbered over fifty, many working outside, with an inside staff consisting of more than twenty girls doing the cleaning and cooking.

She''d been told that given Haiti''s poor economy, Mr. Jergen had his pick of people for employees as he paid exceptional salaries by Haitian standards. From her reading, she knew the island people were black or mulatto, a mix of black and the French who colonized the country. The mulattos were light skinned with straight hair, spoke French and were the upper class of the society, having advantages in education, with jobs or connections in the government and military.

As Jessica exited the taxi, she was approached by a group of men, one obviously the leader, the others walking behind him.

""Bienvenue, vous êtes aussi beau qu"ils ont dit,"” he stated as his eyes seemed to devour her.

""Beyond ‘'welcome'', I don''t understand much French,"” Jessica admitted.

""I said, ‘'Welcome, you are as beautiful as they said.'’”” He grinned, his eyes continuing to travel up and down her body.

""Thank you."” She returned his gaze with a blush.

""My name is Henri. I am the head of the household. I take care of all the details of running the Master''s house. You do not work for me but the Master has requested that I take care of all your needs while you are with us.""

""Apportez-lui les sacs le long,"” he motioned to the others, the men grabbing Jessica''s luggage and moving toward the house.

Jessica was impressed with Henri. He was about forty-five, and obviously kept his body in good shape. He was mulatto, with many classic French features, and appeared to be well educated. He must be the one who was rumored to be a Voodoo priest, she thought. Jessica had promised herself that she was going to attend a Voodoo ceremony so she intended to get on Henri''s good side, as she knew outsiders were rarely invited to an authentic ceremony. They had ceremonies for the tourists, but that was not what she wanted.

""You use the term, the Master. Are you referring to Mr. Jergen?""

Henri smiled at her. “"In the presence of others, you must refer to him as the Master or Sir. It is very important that the staff respect his position. The same applies to me. You may continue to call me Henri, but you must not disrespect me in front of the staff.""

""I would never do that. This is your country and I have so much to learn while I am here and I am hoping that you will teach me,"” Jessica smiled at him.

""I would love to teach you, Jessica. I have many things that I think you would enjoy. Come, let me take you to your room. You may take a bath and freshen up. I will give you a tour of the house after you are fresh from your trip. The Master is out with Jerome until dinnertime.""

It would be strange to call Mr. Jergen, Sir or Master. It sounded so submissive, but Jessica did not want to show any disrespect to him. This was her adventure; she knew that she would have to submit to certain things that would be different from anything she was used to. Professor Johnson had explained that Haiti was a very male-dominated society, so she would have to remember that and be careful not to offend anyone.

The house was magnificent. She had never seen such expensive furnishings and perfection in the attention to detail. There were many people buzzing about, mostly females, but a few males were present. All of the girls, as they all looked around eighteen to twenty-one years old, were black. They were in maid costumes, straight from the old French postcards she''d once seen of the early 1900s. The black dresses clung to their skin. You could see every bump on their bodies, their outfits were so tight. Each clung to their breasts, their pointed nipples protruding, a testament to the fact that none wore bras underneath. Their skirts were short, very short. She noticed one girl bending over to dust a low shelf, the skirt riding up her legs in the back, her black panties showing. She made no attempt to pull it down or change or position, unconcerned about the view of her sex from behind, hidden only by the tightly drawn black panties.

Henri caught Jessica''s gaze. “"The girls are very lovely, oui?""

""Très beau,"” Jessica said, throwing out one of the few French phrases she knew.

""The Master and I both interview the new girls very extensively to make sure that they are suitable to this environment. We do not want any girls who would make trouble for the Master. It is very important that they respect the power the Master and I have in the household. The Master pays exceptionally well; the girls are almost bound to the position for economic reasons. They can be directed to do anything that the position calls for and they will readily obey."” Henri smiled as he talked to her. He knew that Jessica was in a similar position, willing to submit to whatever was necessary to get and keep this job.

""I''m sure they just want to do whatever they can to please the Master."” She was still uncomfortable with calling him Master, but trying to accommodate.

""It is different here in Haiti than it is in America. We tend to solve our own problems before going to the police who are terribly corrupt and will only do something when paid well. When we have employee problems, whether theft or something else, the Master and I decide and carry out the punishment. Sometimes we do it in front of the other employees to make sure that they all are aware of the consequences of their actions.""

""You punish them?"” she asked, surprised at what he said.

""Yes, we must in order to maintain control over the staff. We have over fifty employees working here at any one time. It is not like in America where they know the police will arrest them if they do something wrong. Here it is different. If they did not have some fear that illegal actions would bring about a consequence, we would have anarchy.""

""What do you do to them?"” Jessica asked, curious as to the power they both held. Would it include her, she wondered?

""It all depends on the severity of the crime. For rather a simple crime like theft, the punishment would probably consist of some type of whipping, spanking or caning. This might be done in private or, if serious enough, might be done in front of all the employees. In the latter case, the punished would be stripped in front of everyone, as the humiliation of being naked before one''s peers is almost as bad as the whipping itself.""

""Would that include me?"” Jessica asked. She imagined all of the employees gathered around, her wrists bound around a large whipping post. Hands stripping her of her clothes, her legs parted, everyone able to see her naked sex. Then there would be the pain.

""Everyone is included, even me. No one can be exempt. But you don''t have to worry; I''m sure that you will not do anything purposely that will deserve punishment. Though the thought of punishing you does excite me,"” he said, laughing at his own comment.

Jessica looked at him, a little fear in her eyes.

""Only teasing, Mademoiselle. Here is your room. I will send someone for you when the Master returns."” He opened the door for her.

She looked around as she entered—a large room with a huge bed as the centerpiece, four posters holding up a large canopy. It must have at least two feet of mattress and springs beneath it. A dressing table with three adjustable mirrors sat near the bed, a large upholstered bench sat at its foot spanning the width, heavy wooden legs supporting it. There was a vast closet, more like a second room for clothes, and the bathroom was all Italian marble, a large bathtub in the corner. In one section of the bedroom was a mini-living room, a sofa and two chairs, all with wooden arms and overstuffed cushions surrounding a large wooden coffee table. She caressed the bed, her hands sinking luxuriously into the mattress. She caught a movement, and looked up, surprised to see her own reflection. The interior of the canopy was mirrored. It seemed a little strange, but this was a French colony and, obviously, the French took their boudoir activities very seriously.

An entire wall of the room consisted of windows with a large French door and a spectacular view of the oceanfront. The door opened to a patio, some furniture for lounging outside, and a small path that seemed to lead to the beach. She could hear the gentle pounding of the waves in the distance, and a slight breeze blew into the room. There was no air conditioning, but there were gently circulating fans in all the rooms. While it was warm, it was quite comfortable.

Jessica just wanted out of her clothes and into the bath. It seemed that she had been wearing the same skirt and blouse for years now. She had all but forgotten her encounters on the way with the Senator and at the airport, the excitement of the new job making them now seem trivial in nature.

She unpacked her suitcases, barely able to even put a dent into the large closet. She went to pull the curtains and realized that there were none to pull. She looked outside. Her patio and room seemed to be fairly hidden on all sides by heavy foliage. While the view of the beach and ocean was clear, no one appeared to be in sight. It looked to be very private. She was a little puzzled and would ask Henri about it later, but for now, she concentrated on her bath.

She lay in the tub, the warm water sliding over her body, soothing her. She thought about her encounters of the day, her fingers sliding beneath the water and gently running up and down her pussy lips. She put one leg on the edge of the tub, her fingers beginning a gentle masturbation as she thought of Michael, the Master, punishing her for some minor infraction. He had her over his lap, her skirt pulled up high, his hands inching down her little panties, her naked ass cheeks waiting to receive their punishment. It hurt as his hand crashed down on her sensitive skin, but his other hand had crept underneath her and began a gentle massaging of her clit, offsetting the stinging pain he was inflicting on her butt. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her, and wished he would force her to her knees, sticking his member into her mouth until he came. Her body shuddered, the water spilling over the edge as she climaxed on her fingers.

Partially sated, she lay on the bed, naked, forgetting about the open windows, staring up at her own naked body. Her nipples were still hard, her body fresh from the bath, her sexual appetite re-ignited. She still felt a stirring in her loins, something only a real cock could satisfy, something, for all she''d been through these past three weeks, she''d gone too long without. She would take out her toys tonight, hoping to make some of those urges go away.

Jessica awoke from a knock on her door. She grabbed a robe, barely able to cover herself when the door opened and a girl walked in. She was one of the maids, a young girl, barely eighteen, the black maid outfit molding to her body. She was lovely, jet black hair hanging down her back, a shapely figure like all of the maids, long legs perched upon a pair of absurdly high heels.

""Master would like you for dinner in one-half hour,"” she said in almost perfect English.

""Thank you. My name is Jessica. What''s yours?""

""Charisse, welcome to the manor.""

""You speak English very well. Does everyone here speak as well as you?""

""The Master makes everyone learn if they want to keep their job. He doesn''t like us to speak Creole or French. He thinks we are talking about him.""

""How long have you worked here, Charisse?""

""Been going on a year now since the Master hired me.""

""Do you like it?""

""Master pays well; makes up for the other things.""

""The other things?"” Jessica inquired.

""Just obey the Master and you won''t have any problem,"” Charisse said.

""Charisse,"” she caught her before she left the room, “"how come there aren''t any drapes on my windows?""

""Don''t need any. It''s pretty private around here. The Master would punish anyone caught peeping. Not many would dare to defy the Master. Don''t forget, one-half hour. The Master doesn''t put up with lateness."” She left the room, the door closing silently behind her.

The dining room quieted when Jessica entered. She had put on a black dress with spaghetti straps and no bra, her youthful breasts not requiring one. The hem came about six inches above her knees, showing a generous amount of leg. She wore black stockings with seams running up the back, a pair of high heels accentuating her toned legs. She felt so sexy with the garter belt and stockings. She smiled as Michael noticed her first.

He was every bit as handsome as his pictures. He was in his mid-forties, sandy blonde hair, five o''clock shadow highlighting a roughly handsome face. Great build, over six feet of solid flesh. God, no wonder I dream about him when I masturbate, thought Jessica, feeling the wetness between her legs already. You''re such a tramp Jessica; this is your boss, act your age.

""Good evening, Sir."” Jessica stammered, uncomfortable with the idea of calling a man “"Sir"". “"Master"” would definitely be difficult.

She was every bit as beautiful as Henri and the Professor had said. She was an excellent choice and Michael was looking forward to a very interesting summer. While he enjoyed the Haitian girls, especially the maids, he often longed for a white, American girl. With his wife away, Jessica might just fill the void in his marriage bed. The Professor''s test had shown that she might service his needs nicely.

""Glad you finally joined us. I hope your trip was acceptable. Getting here is always a chore, an often unpleasant chore that we must sometimes endure and I am sure that flying by yourself on a commercial flight made it even worse. I hope that we can make up for any unpleasantness you may have endured with our luxurious accommodations.""

""Your house, or should I say, manor, is beyond words, Sir,"” she replied, beginning to get the hang of the “"Sir"” thing. “"And my room is more than I am used to.""

""Very well, then. I would like you to meet your charge. Jerome, this is Jessica. Say hello to her.""

Jerome was the cutest little four-year old boy she had ever seen. He had long blonde hair, with features like his father, a rugged handsomeness in miniature. He was dressed similar to his father, more formal than he would have been in the United States, a neat pair of slacks and shirt highlighting his small frame. He sat in the chair as if he was an adult.

""Hello, Jerome, I''m glad to meet you,"” she said, extending her hand to him. He reached out, shaking her hand like a gentlemen.

""Hello, Jessica,"” he said shyly, a little uncomfortable with the new stranger.

Michael told Jerome, “"She is going to take care of you for the summer, Jerome. She will be playing with you and teaching you new things. Won''t that be fun?""

""Yes, Daddy,"” he said. “"I like to play, Jessica, but there is not anyone here to play with.""

""You and I are going to have lots of fun this summer. I know how to play very well,"” she smiled back at Jerome. “"He''s such a grown up boy, Sir.""

""He is like his father; he usually gets what he wants. That is why you are here, to please him. If you do that, you will also please me."” His eyes fixed on hers. “"You do want to please me, don''t you, Jessica?""

""Yes, Sir."” She wondered about his meaning, her discomfort probably more a part of her continuing fantasy than reality.

""Have a seat, dinner is about to be served."” He pulled out the chair across from Jerome and next to his own at the head of the table.

Michael''s eyes rested on her legs as she sat in the chair, her skirt rising up high on her thighs.

""I hope you don''t mind the formality down here, but it is so much more refreshing than the casual attitude in the States. I know the ‘'Sir'’ and ‘'Master'’ are difficult to swallow in these days of women''s liberation, but this is a different world down here and we must also live within this culture. And hell, what man wouldn''t want to be called ‘'Master'’ all the time?"” He laughed as he said it.

Jessica laughed with him, “"I don''t mind it, Sir. I''m not sure if I will ever get the ‘'Master'’ out, but you seem to have a very good life down here and I will do everything to fit in properly.""

""We do dress formally. I insist that females wear dresses all the time and that will include you, even when you are taking care of Jerome. It might be a little bit awkward, but I assure you after a while you will not even notice the difference and simply take it for granted.

""Our beach is very private. You will often find yourself the only one on it for miles, so bathing attire is optional. I notice that you have a very attractive figure and know that young girls tend to like a tan all over. While we don''t have tanning booths, we do have the old fashion way—the sun. I can assure you, no one will bother you. We have our own methods of controlling unruly behavior here and it is very effective. It is rare when we have to punish anyone for unacceptable behavior.""

""You punish them yourself, Sir?"” She wanted to hear more about the punishment that Henri had told her about.

""The government doesn''t have control of the civilian population. The country has been in revolution for over twenty years. We are on a small island with limited police so we have to do whatever is necessary to control our large staff otherwise the island would be overrun with lawlessness. Henri and I are judge, jury and executioner in this manor. You may decline the punishment but your employment will terminate at the same time and you will depart the manor. I do not expect any trouble from you, Jessica, otherwise I would not have given you the great responsibility of caring for my precious son in my wife''s absence. But if necessary, you will have to submit to the same punishments as the others. Do you understand that, Jessica?""

""Yes, Sir."” She nodded her head in agreement.

""Say yes, Master,"” he ordered her. His smile disappeared, seriousness claiming his face.

""Yes, Master,"” she managed.

""I love that,"” he shouted out, laughing. “"They''d kill me in the States if they knew my employees called me ‘'Master''.""

Jessica broke out laughing; he had been kidding her. “"You''d set the women''s rights'’ movement back a hundred years, Sir."” Still keeping with the Sir, not daring to stray too far.

Dinner was very pleasant, Jerome starting to break out of his shell, talking more to Jessica as the meal progressed. By desert, he was sitting on her lap eating his ice cream. Michael smiled at both of them, obviously pleased at her progress with him.

""Henri will explain your schedule. I spend a lot of time with Jerome while I am here. I''m able to accomplish most of my work in the morning so you will have lots of free time for yourself. Take the opportunity to explore the island and if you are lucky,"” he added with an intriguing smile, “"Henri might take you to one of his Voodoo ceremonies. I don''t cotton to the notion of it, but the Haitians are deathly afraid of the Voodoo Priests. Jerome goes to bed by 7:00, so the evening is yours. We have no television. It is available by satellite, but I prefer to be without it. It is much better for Jerome. I do have friends over, and during my Carnival I have a very lavish masquerade party that lasts for days. I expect you to attend all of my dinners and parties. With my wife''s absence, you will have to fill in as the hostess.""

""Your wife, Sir, where is she?""

""That is not a topic for discussion, especially in front of Jerome, is that understood?"” His voice turned stern again. This time she knew he was not kidding.

""Yes, Sir,"” she immediately responded, sorry that she had ever broached the subject, making a mental note to never bring it up to Michael again.

""Ah, here is Henri. Henri is head of the household and my most trusted employee as well as an excellent friend. We have been together for over ten years and anything Henri says, you can consider as coming from me. You are to obey him implicitly; you are to obey him first and disagree with him later. Any sign of disobedience to him could destabilize the fragile balance we have with my employees. You may discuss your disagreement with me later, but it is important that you obey him first.""

""That will not be a problem, Sir. I expect Henri to teach me many things while I am here. I am so eager to learn."” Jessica smiled at Henri, hoping to stay on his good side, knowing him to be the key to a great summer.

""Yes, Jessica. You are a very intelligent and beautiful girl. Henri and I can teach you many things that you will enjoy. Say goodnight to Jessica, Jerome. You''ll see her in the morning.""

Jerome looked up at Jessica, his blue eyes smiling at her. “"Goodnight, Jessica.""

Jessica bent down and planted a kiss on the top of his head. “"Goodnight, Jerome. We are going to have so much fun tomorrow.""

""I will take care of Jessica, Master,"” Henri said, ushering her from the room.

Henri and Jessica left the room, hearing Jerome squealing with joy as Michael picked him up and put him on his shoulder, galloping off to bed. Henri led her to the living room, a room larger than most houses Jessica had seen. The floors were Italian marble, and a piano in one of corner of the room. A bar, comparable to a bar in most restaurants, took up one expansive wall. An array of couches, chairs and tables were spread about the room that, with fifty people, would still look half empty.

""The Master is a very good father to Jerome. He is his pride and joy. You have a very important position, the care of his most prized possession. Don''t do anything to jeopardize Jerome.""

""I wouldn''t, Henri,"” she promised. This job might be more demanding than she thought, but she was up to the challenge. Jerome seemed very intelligent and would give her a chance to use the skills she was learning in college.

Henri began to explain the position and the hours she would be expected to be available to take care of Jerome. “"If you need any help during the day, speak to Charisse. She will take care of Jerome if you need to leave him for a few minutes. It is important that you do not leave Jerome unattended."” He explained where Jerome usually played, his toys, his likes and dislikes. Jessica began to understand that Henri knew Jerome almost as well as Michael did. “"If you need anything or have any problems, come see me first, do not bother the Master. And I do mean anything. I realize that I am not a girlfriend like the one you probably have at home, but besides being a good listener, I am the one who can solve just about any problem. That is what the Master pays me for.""

""He got upset when I asked about his wife, Henri.""

""His wife is not a subject we discuss, Jessica. While you are here, you will be filling in as the hostess of the manor. You do not seem to have a problem fitting in; you''re intelligent, beautiful and have a way with men. You are expected to do whatever is necessary to be a good hostess. This is an important part of your job. The Master is a very social person and does entertain often, mostly male guests. I have seen you, Jessica, and have no doubt you can wrap any man around your little finger."” He laughed as he said it. “"Jerome also misses his mother and you are to do whatever is necessary to fill her role. I''m sure that the job is more than you expected; it is not baby-sitting. Michael had your background checked thoroughly and you would not have been hired if he did not feel that you were up to the job.""

""Thank you, Henri. I know I will be able to do anything expected of me, especially with your help.""

""You may stroll the outside of the manor and the beach at nighttime. You do not have to worry about being bothered. We have guards patrolling the premises at all times but they are very discreet. You would be lucky to even see them. The manor is yours to explore. We have one wing of the manor that is closed, it is being remodeled, but the rest is open. You will find many interesting rooms and the Master has an extensive library that is available to you. He is a very ardent collector of old books and manuscripts and has some very interesting volumes.""

""I did have one problem, Henri. I''m a little embarrassed about it, but you should know.""

""As I said, think of me as your girlfriend. What is your problem?""

""I did have a little run in with the customs police at Port-au-Prince when I arrived.""

""Yes, I imagine you did. Captain Fignolé, I assume?""

""How did you know?""

""He hates foreigners, especially Americans. A beautiful girl like you, traveling alone, would be an easy target for him. What happened?""

""It''s embarrassing.""

""You must tell me everything, Jessica, otherwise it could jeopardize the Master''s existence here.""

""They took me to a separate room and Captain Fignolé strip-searched me.""

""Were his guards present?""

""Yes, and then he did a body cavity search.""

Henri''s cock began to harden as he imagined her bent over the table, naked, the group of soldiers gathered around her, viewing her exposed charms. “"Vaginally and anally I presume?""

Jessica blushed. “"Yes.""

""Anything else? Did they fuck you? I hate to be so blunt, but I need to know everything.""

""They were about to, but Senator Montan''s aide came in and made them release me.""

""Senator Montan''s aide? Do you know the Senator?"” She is certainly moving in fast circles already.

""We met on the airplane.""

""So, they released you?""

""Sort of,"” she said.

""What do you mean? Did they do anything else to you?""

Jessica took a deep breath before admitting, “"They masturbated me. Twice.""

""Ah, I see,"” he said, imagining her body shuddering as they fingered her tight pussy. “"Twice, why twice?""

Jessica blushed, but she knew she must tell him, otherwise he might find out and she would lose his trust. “"Once in my vagina, with a vibrator they found in my suitcase.""

""And the second?""

""Anally. They also found an anal probe that I had bought before I left. I had never used it. I had just bought it on a whim.""

""And obviously you enjoyed both experiences. No, no. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Many girls your age will get excited when being taken sexually by an authority figure. It is an excuse to do things that they would normally not be able to do. It allows them a rational justification to experience the forbidden.""

""I never thought of it like that. I felt like such a whore, letting them make me cum while they watched.""

""You don''t have to feel that way, Jessica. It was a very normal reaction to an intense experience. That is what makes some sexual experiences so intense—the forbidden."” He moved closer to her, putting his arm on her shoulder. “"You are a young girl. Do not shut out the forbidden, it is what makes life so exciting. You seem to have come away from the experience intact. That is good; it shows your willingness to experiment. Remember, Haiti is very different from America. You will have many chances to choose the forbidden, or to let it happen. I hope you will not shut the door on these experiences. You will not be disappointed.""

Opening up to Henri was almost like talking to a girlfriend. Better, even. He seemed to understand her so well. Ever since she had decided to take this job, men had taken advantage of her sexually. First the Professor, then the Senator and finally the Captain, all of them taking her body and forcing her to cum. And yet it did not seem to affect her emotionally or psychologically. Each experience always ended with something better on the other side. “"Thank you, Henri, you seem to understand me so well, better than I do myself, sometimes."” She kissed his cheek. “"Thank you.""

""Mademoiselle, you make me blush. Don''t let the others see me like this. My power will quickly go away."” He laughed, he was going to enjoy the summer with Jessica, more than she could imagine. Or maybe she could imagine it!

""I need to get back to the staff before they steal the place blind. Have a good night. Charisse will wake you in the morning; we don"t have alarm clocks, a noisy distraction. Goodnight.""

""Goodnight, Henri, and thank you again,"” she said, walking from the room. She exaggerated the swing of her hips for him as she walked out.

He watched her shamelessly shake her ass, teasing him. His cock was already hard from the story of her strip search and masturbation, wishing it was he instead of the Captain. Soon he would have his chance with her and he would teach her how to submit. But for now, he needed a hot, tight pussy for his hard cock. Maybe he could tease her at the same time. He gave her an hour, watching from outside her windows. She was still modest, undressing in the bathroom, but he did catch a glimpse of her coming out and jumping into bed, a pair of panties the only nighttime attire she wore. Her naked tits danced as she ran across the room. The room suddenly pitched into darkness. Now it was time for his revenge.



Chapter Five

Taking Charisse instead of Jessica

Charisse was in the kitchen, her ass pushed up in the air as she was bending over and putting away some pans. A startled scream burst from her lips as she was grabbed about the waist.

""Oh God, you scared me, Master,"” she said, feeling him push his hips into her ass, his hard cock rubbing on her cheeks. “"Can I help you, Master?"” She was afraid of his answer. All of the girls were fair game for the Masters. Henri had taken her sexually on a number of occasions, but it had been a long time, preferring the newer girls.

""You have met Jessica?"” he asked her.

""Yes, Master, a lovely girl.""

""Yes, but also a tease. I want to teach her a lesson and you''re going to help me.""

""Anything you want, Master,"” she said, knowing it would have been foolish to resist.

""Come along to the bedroom next to hers."” He grabbed her hand and dragged her from the kitchen. He looked down at her ass, just as sexy as Jessica. Well, almost. He pulled her closer as they walked down the halls, empty now, most employees having already gone home. Only a small staff worked at night to take care of any last minute requests.

Charisse wished she had not worked tonight. “"What are you going to do, Master?""

""I''m going to fuck you, Charisse. And, I want Jessica to hear your passion. I want her to regret teasing me.""

""Yes, Master. Anything you want,"” she replied, hoping at least he would get it over with quickly, as she felt his hand slide down her waist to rest on the gentle swell of her ass.

""You have a nice ass, Charisse. If I remember, it''s hot and tight. I think the sound of your passion when I fuck your asshole would be enough to make Jessica sorry, don''t you?""

""It hurts when you do that, Master. Wouldn''t you rather fuck my pussy? Or maybe I could suck your cock.""

They reached the bedroom next to Jessica''s, Henri slamming the door noisily, wanting to make sure that Jessica was awake. He leaned over to Charisse and whispered in her ear, “"No, your asshole is where I''m going to fuck you. And scream all you want, I insist.""

Jessica was just about asleep, exhausted from the long trip, when she heard the door in the room next to hers close loudly. She hadn''t thought anyone was in that room, as it looked empty when she had passed it that afternoon. She could hear mumbled talking, though the door and walls were rather thick.

Henri turned Charisse around, facing him, pushing her toward the large bed. He reached down to the buttons on her dress, her hands reaching up to grab his. “"Hands down, I won''t tell you again. Would you rather be hung up, stripped and whipped in front of everyone?"” he threatened.

She had escaped being punished for over a year, being very careful. She had seen too many girls caught, their bound bodies slowly stripped naked in front of everyone and then the Masters would beat them with various types of whips, paying special attention to their tits, ass and pussy. They always did what would provoke the loudest screams, wanting to scare everyone else into submission. And it worked. She let her hands fall to her sides, watching as he continued to unbutton the top of her dress.

Henri reached out, his palm clutching her naked breast. She moaned louder as he tightened his grip, wanting more reaction from her. He used his other hand to snap at her nipple.

""Ow!"” she yelled, a sharp pain igniting in her tender nipple as Master''s fingernails lashed at the rubbery tip. His abuse was making it hard, a better target, easier to grip. Both hands now squeezed her breasts rather brutally, wanting to provoke more noise from her. She did not disappoint him, tiny screams driven from her lips each time he grabbed her nipples too hard.

It sounded like someone was having sex in the room next door. She could still hear mumbled voices, but now muffled screams of pain came from a female beyond the wall. Jessica parted her legs, her hands playing over her own nipples as she listened to the sound of sex. God, I wish it were me, she thought, her fingers slapping her nipples back and forth, making the buds bigger and bigger.

Henri had the dress hanging from Charisse''s waist, her upper body naked, his hands still continuing to roughly abuse her breasts. He imagined it was Jessica he was stripping naked, pushing his hips forward to grind on her pussy. He pulled the dress down further, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her standing only in her panties and shoes. His cock was so hard, wanting to bury itself in the hot flesh before him. Henri leaned over and bit Charisse''s neck, his hand reaching down between her legs, gripping her sex. “"Spread your legs, Jessica,"” he told Charisse.

Charisse understood now, he didn''t want to tease Jessica, he wanted to fuck her, and right now she was the substitute. She let her legs part, allowing Henri complete access to her pussy, feeling his fingers push between her lips, his large hand sawing up and down her slit.

""Rub my cock, Jessica."” His hand grabbed Charisse''s and forced it over the bulge in his pants, wrapping her tiny hand over his large cock. He let go, feeling her continuing to rub his cock, his attention turned back to her pussy. His hands forced their way into her panties, almost tearing the fragile material as he sought out her pussy. “"Take my cock out, Jessica, stroke it nice,"” he ordered Charisse, jerking as he felt the soft, warm hand engulf his hard cock. “"Yes, so nice, rub it nice."” His hand pulled her panties down, eager to bury his cock inside her body. He let his hands run over her ass, the ass that swayed so sexily in his face only hours ago. His fingers slid between her cheeks, feeling her clench, preventing them from reaching their target. He slapped her ass hard, the sound ripping through in the room.

Jessica jumped when she heard the slap. She could almost feel it, Michael''s hand spanking her naked ass, two fingers pushing into her wet pussy, clutching tightly on the digits. She heard more noise, the sounds of movement in the other room. She turned over on the bed, getting on her hands and knees, just like Michael would force her to do. She put her head down, arching her back, forcing her ass cheeks up in the air. She spread her legs, feeling Michael behind her, playing with her body, his fingers running up and down her pussy slit.

Charisse was bent over the bed, her head turned toward him, her legs spread wide, two fingers pressed tightly up her asshole, twisting and turning painfully as she lay there. “"Please, that hurts, not there!"” she cried out, Henri forcing the desired gasps of pain, wanting Jessica to hear them.

Jessica let one finger slide up to her asshole, hearing the protests from the room next door, knowing what they were protesting. She pushed into the dry hole, hearing Michael tell her to open, the burning pain radiating from her speared asshole.

Charisse screamed as the hard cock pressed against her tiny asshole and forcefully pushed in, her anus stretching to accept the large head. “"No! Please, no!"” she screamed in pain, the cock head opening her anal tract as her sphincter fought the painful intrusion. Henri held her hips, forcing her body to accept the slow, painful fucking of his cock in her ass. She began to get angry with Jessica. It was her fault that she had to take a big cock up her ass. It was Jessica who should be screaming in pain, not her. The slow gradual intrusion of his cock up her backside continued for over five minutes, loud gasps of pain coming from her lips as Henri fucked in and out, each time driving deeper into her rectum before finally shoving deep into her colon. It hurt so bad, her stomach cramped from the pulsating member jerking in pleasure as her asshole painfully clamped on the hot flesh.

Jessica buried her face in the pillow as she shoved her finger up her dry asshole, twisting it inside her rectum, the burning increasing. Two fingers were still sliding in and out of her pussy, slick from her juices. Michael lorded over her, forcing her into this submissive position, open for his anal fingering. She could hear the sound of flesh slapping in the other room, feeling Michael behind her, forcing his cock into her tender asshole, his stomach banging against her ass cheeks, her tits bouncing as she was fucked in the ass for the first time. “"Take me Master,"” she cried out, “"take me in my ass, Master!""

Henri could see the anguish on Charisse''s face as his cock continued to tear in and out of her stretched asshole, her anus clinging to the huge shaft as it pumped in and out. He pulled her back onto his cock, feeling it punch deep into her guts, her body jerking in pain. He was ready, ready to cum inside her. “"Clench on my cock with your asshole, Jessica. Do it or I will fuck you for an hour,"” he threatened her. He slapped her asshole until he felt it tightening on his cock as it dragged from her tiny opening. “"Yes, Jessica, such a good girl,"” he said, stroking Charisse''s back and ass as he continued to rock his cock in and out of her distended asshole.

Charisse could not believe the ache. Henri was making no effort to minimize the pain, in fact he seemed to try hard to force screams from her lips. He plundered and battered her ass, painfully fucking Jessica and Charisse was suffering for it. She would get back at her, somehow she would, she thought, gritting her teeth as she tightened on the huge, thick cock tearing inside her, hoping to make it cum and end her agony.

Henri plunged deep, burying his cock in her colon, making it jerk inside her, forcing her body to twist in pain. He tore a scream from her lips before he came, dumping loads of hot cum deep inside her.

""Take that, Jessica!"” he yelled, trying to drive his cock in deeper as his balls pumped out his semen inside her.

Jessica heard the final scream just as she came, her asshole clutching on her fingers, her pussy creaming all over the fingers buried inside her pussy. Her body fell to the bed, her hands between her legs as she came over and over, Michael standing over her, watching her cum for his pleasure.

Henri slumped onto Charisse, his cock rapidly shrinking inside her clutching asshole, her sphincter pushing it out. He felt it pop out, her breathing rapid as his heavy frame pinned her to the bed. He stood up, stroking her ass cheeks, watching her asshole as it slowly began to shrink. “"One word of this and you will be whipped. Do you understand?""

""Yes Master,"” she said, pulling on her panties and slipping back into her maid''s outfit. She could feel the cum dripping down her ass, soaking her panties. Luckily she only had ten more minutes and she could leave.

""Leave now, you can go home.""

Charisse quickly ran from the room.

Did you like your ass fucking, Jessica? Henri put his cock back inside his pants. Next time it will be you and you will be begging me to fuck you up your ass.

Jessica came again, two fingers still pushed deep into her asshole, feeling Michael taking possession of her body as her Master. God, it felt so good, her body shuddering in orgasmic bliss, soaking the sheets below her. Jessica fell asleep quickly, her hands still between her legs, her juices drying on them, exhausted from the day''s ordeal, satisfied by her masturbation fantasies.





Chapter Six



Performing for Michael for the First Time



The days passed quickly, taking care of Jerome a full-time position, but she enjoyed it immensely. He was such a happy boy with so much energy, Jessica was barely able to keep up with him. By the time night came, she was almost beat, going to bed early.

Henri was especially attentive to her, almost embarrassingly so. She already felt that Charisse did not like her, not sure why, but thought that maybe it had something to do with the attention Henri paid her. She had not seen much of Michael, barely catching glimpses of him during the day, but that was not the case with Henri. It seemed that he was always around, though that was his job, to take care of the household, Jessica included. They talked about Haiti, Jessica beginning to learn a little bit about the country, hoping to go off that weekend and see more.

Henri admitted that he was a Voodoo priest, explaining very little about it to her, saying, “"I can arrange for you to learn about it first hand if you would like. You can''t really explain it; you must experience it. You''re not afraid of trying new experiences are you, Jessica? You do not seem to be the type who is afraid of anything strange or forbidden.""

Jessica listened and nodded her head in agreement, but still not ready to take up his challenge, especially when he used words like “"forbidden."” She did notice the interest that Henri took in her, especially her body. He would be talking to her, but his eyes would be on her breasts or legs. At first she was a little uncomfortable, but the longer she was there, the more comfortable she became. She was even getting a little outrageous, unbuttoning the top buttons of her dress when she knew he was coming over, or letting her dress slide up her legs, showing a little more naked leg than usual when he would sit with her. She couldn''t wait to get home and tell her friends that she teased a Voodoo priest and got away with it.

One afternoon, Michael walked into the room where Jessica was on the floor playing with Jerome. They were both hollering and yelling, enthralled in the game they were playing. Jerome jumped up and rushed over to him when he looked up.

""Daddy! Daddy!"” he yelled. He ran over to Michael who pulled him up, hugging him.

""Are you having a good time with Jessica?""

""Oh yes, Daddy. I like her, Daddy. She plays real good,"” he said, smiling from ear to ear.

Michael looked at Jessica, still on the floor on her hands and knees. He smiled at her, pleased that his son was being taken care of so well. “"I can see that."” He put him back on the floor, Jerome running over to begin playing again. “"I"ll stay and watch for a while.""

He sat in the chair, watching as they began to play again. Even though Jessica was wearing a skirt, heels and nylons, she still scampered along the floor on her hands and knees, giggling and chasing Jerome. She did not seem to care that her skirt would ride up giving him a glimpse beneath it. His cock hardened the first time he saw it—a garter belt holding up a pair of stockings. He really wasn"t sure; his eyes followed her around, trying to catch another glimpse. Finally they stopped, falling into a heap on each other, Jerome giggling as Jessica tickled him. Her skirt had ridden up very high. He could almost see her panties.

Jessica looked over at Michael, at his eyes following their play, not sure if he was watching her or Jerome. She continued to play until they stopped chasing each other. She looked at Michael again, his eyes staring directly at her naked legs. Her skirt had ridden up high, her garter belt and her panties clearly visible. She looked at him again, his eyes not even seeing hers, fixed on her legs. She made no attempt to pull her skirt down. Here was a handsome, rich man and he was fixated on her body. She smiled, proud of herself, not at all ashamed to display her body to him. She continued to play.

""Bye, Jerome. See you before dinner."” Michael rose to leave.

""Bye, Daddy. Come on, Jessica, let''s go outside,"” he said, dragging her by the hand for the door.

After dinner, Jessica went to her room. She noticed two large bags on the bed. She opened the first one. In it were at least a dozen pairs of bra and panties, all silk. Also in it were a dozen garter belts of various colors. In the other bag were three pairs of high heels, each with straps to secure them to her ankles. She tried them on. They fit her perfectly. So he was watching her and obviously pleased at what he saw. The straps on the high heels would keep them from falling off when she played on the floor. She knew he would enjoy her wearing them. She smiled. It must have been difficult to get all of them on such short notice.

As she lay in bed, her hand slipped between her legs, her fingers running down between her pussy lips. As usual, she imagined it was Michael, his fingers feeling her wetness, her hips arching up to allow him complete access to her naked sex. She spread her legs wide, almost feeling his hands on the inside of her thighs, urging them apart. She rubbed her clit, two fingers on either side of it, pulling back the hood, the other finger rubbing back and forth over the bud. He was taking her, her fingers soaked from her juices, two fingers now pushing in and out her pussy, her ass rising up and down on the bed. “"Fuck me, Michael!"” she cried out as she came, soaking the bed sheets beneath her.

* * * * ** * * *

The next day she dressed in the new underwear Michael had given her, her body shivering as she slipped into the panties. They were his present to her, the silky material touching her intimate sex. She put on the high heels, the straps pulled tightly around her ankles. It felt strange for a while; it was as if they were bound to her feet. Her pussy got wet at the thought of it.

She and Jerome were playing in the sunroom when Michael came in. Jerome instantly stopped and ran to his father, yelling, “"Daddy, Daddy!""

They hugged and talked, Jessica still sitting on the floor as they did, watching the bond between father and son. One of the maids came into the room. “"Jerome, why don"t you go into the kitchen and have a snack? I think they have some ice cream for you.""

Jerome howled, dragging the maid''s hand, rushing her toward the kitchen, leaving Jessica and Michael alone in the room, the door closing noisily behind them.

""Did you get my presents, Jessica?"” Michael sat in the large leather chair, watching her as she sat on the floor.

""Yes, Sir, thank you very much. I really appreciate it,"” she smiled up at him.

""You surprise me, Jessica.""

""How so, Sir?""

""I noticed you were wearing stockings and a garter belt. Most girls opt for the more convenient pantyhose. I personally hate them. While they do look good outside the skirt, under the skirt they are plain awful. As far as panty lines, I tend to love panty lines, I love to see the outline of what is encompassing the sexy flesh under the skirt.""

She blushed a little. “"I just started wearing them when I came here, Sir,"” she said, admitting to herself that she did it purposely for him.

Michael smiled again. “"I like that in a girl, Jessica. A desire to please others. Do you like to do that, Jessica? Does it make you feel sexy when you perform for others?""

""Perform, Sir?""

""Yes, Jessica, perform. To do what others tell you to do, whether you like it or not, knowing that you are sexually arousing them.""

""I never thought of it that way, Sir.""

""Did you enjoy it when I was watching your skirt slide up your legs yesterday?""

She lowered her eyes to the floor, trying to hide the blush coming over her. He was asking her very intimate questions. Yet again, she found herself answering personal questions when she wasn"t even sure why, never mind why she was responding truthfully. “"Yes, Sir, it made me feel very sexy that a man of your stature was interested in my body.""

""You are a very beautiful girl, Jessica. And from what I can see you have a very lovely body."” He felt his cock cramped in his shorts, not wanting to rearrange it, Jessica"s eyes glued to his.

""Stand up, Jessica."” He paused, to see if she would obey.

She got to her feet, her eyes still glued to his. She stood there, uncomfortable, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides.

""Would you like to show me your garter belt, Jessica?""

She hesitated, her eyes staring directly at his. Should she? If she did, she was not sure she could ever go back. She shuffled her feet, her eyes lowered to the floor again, embarrassed at his request.

Michael did not wait for an answer. “"Slowly lift up your skirt for me, Jessica,"” he ordered her.

Her hands went to the bottom of her short skirt, grabbing it tightly in her hands and began to slowly pull it up her legs.

""Look at me when you do it, Jessica. There is no reason to be embarrassed. I"m sure you have a lovely body.""

She let her head rise, her eyes meeting his, the smile on his face.

She held the skirt higher, seeing Michael grabbing his cock in his pants as he watched her. She knew that she was the cause of it, able to make out the bulge in his pants, able to tell that his cock was big, though not sure how big. She could feel her panties getting wet, hoping that he would not be able to tell from where he was sitting. She looked down, her legs now naked, the skirt riding up above her stockings, the garter belt beginning to show. She stopped, looking up at him again.

""You can do better than that, Jessica. I want to see all of it. Pull it above your waist,"” he ordered her.

Jessica shivered, even though the sun was shining brightly through the windows, the room warm. The door was closed but anyone outside would be able to see her. “"I"m afraid someone will see me through the windows, Sir,"” she said nervously, still holding her skirt up, afraid to let it fall back down again.

He looked at her, holding her skirt up, her legs almost naked, trembling like a schoolgirl. “"Don"t worry about anyone else, Jessica. You are performing for me, not them. Now lift up your skirt higher.""

He used that word again—perform. Yes, that is what she was doing. She slowly let her skirt rise up higher, his eyes moving from hers down to below her waist as she was slowly revealed to him.

Michael watched her garter belt come into view, framing her panty-covered sex. He could almost make out her pussy lips, the silk panties pulled tightly over her shapely form. He had never seen anything as sexy as this, especially when she was doing it herself. It was not as if she was his wife or girlfriend, or even one of the Haitian servants. She was a very intelligent girl slowly revealing her body to him. And he was sure that she would do even more. He would find out in the days to come. “"Very beautiful, Jessica. A little higher, above your waist. I want to see everything.""

Her arms pulled her skirt up high, until she was standing, half-naked, her legs perched on the high heels that he loved. She suddenly turned her head, seeing a figure out of the corner of her eye. She dropped her skirt, the garment re-covering her nakedness. She had seen the gardener, an older man, cutting a hedge outside the window. He was looking at her, obviously having seen her with her skirt up.

""Did I say you could let it fall, Jessica?"” Michael questioned her in a stern voice.

She looked back at him. “"But, Sir, he saw me.""

""I don"t blame him for looking at you. It"s probably been a long time since he has seen such a beautiful young girl lifting her skirt for him. And I haven"t finished yet. Lift it up again, Jessica, quickly before Jerome comes back.""

She looked at the gardener, his eyes still fixed on her as if he knew what Michael was making her do. She looked back at Michael, searching for an excuse not to do as he asked, but seeing only lust in his eyes. Her hands went down to the edge of her skirt again, letting it slowly rise up until it was above her waist again.

""So lovely, Jessica. Turn to the side, toward the window and look straight ahead.""

She knew what he was doing. He was forcing her to show herself to the gardener. She hesitantly turned, her skirt pulled up high, her half naked legs clad in the garter belt, toward the gardener. She saw the surprise on his face as she looked into his eyes, ashamed at exposing herself so blatantly.

""Spread you legs a little, Jessica, and let me see your lovely inner thighs,"” he ordered her.

She shuffled her feet, nervous at his request, but she complied, her legs spreading over two feet wide. She saw the amazed look on the gardener''s face, as it appeared that she was posing just for him.

""Turn with your back to me. Let me see that lovely ass.""

She saw his hand reach down to his trousers, grabbing his cock, stroking it as her panty-covered ass was exposed to him.

""Legs apart again, Jessica.""

At least she did not have to see anyone''s face anymore, the humiliation almost too much for her, exposing her body to Michael and the old gardener.

""Bend over, let your panties tighten across your ass cheeks, Jessica. Keep your legs spread as you do."” He stroked his cock harder, feeling it jerk as she complied, her head moving toward the ground, her hair falling. Her panties pulled tightly over her cheeks, the crack showing, her pussy outlined by the silk material pulled between her lips.

The sound of screaming and the door opening scared Jessica, pulling her back up quickly, her skirt falling down, covering her nakedness.

""Jessica, let"s play outside,"” Jerome screamed, running up and grabbing her hand. “"Can I play with Jessica, Daddy? She plays soooo good,"” he hollered, his stomach full, the sugar increasing his energy.

""Of course you may, Jerome. Jessica is here to play with you. And yes, she does play good, doesn"t she?"” He smiled at Jessica as she was pulled from the room.

Jessica could feel how wet her panties were. The encounter with Michael and the gardener, while humiliating, was so exciting. She wasn"t sure why, but he was right. She did enjoy performing for him. Later, in bed, she masturbated again, imagining that Jerome had not come back so quickly. Michael would have come over to her, rubbing his hands all over her body, fondling her young flesh until he made her cum. Her body shuddered as a powerful orgasm overcame her.





Chapter Seven

Caught Peeking on a Job Interview

It had been a couple of days since her encounter with Michael. She was passing the main living room when she caught a glimpse of Michael and Henri. She backed up, peaking around the corner. They were sitting on the couch, a girl standing before them. She caught a little bit of the conversation. It seemed that she was applying for a position at the manor. She stood before them, their eyes looking up and down the young girl''s body as she spoke. She seemed to be a little uncomfortable, her feet shifting on the carpet.

Jessica had heard some of the stories about Michael and Henri, and in the case of Michael, she had also experienced some of it. They were both very powerful figures and in a poor nation like Haiti, their ability to give jobs, often at very lucrative salaries, afforded them opportunities to take advantage of those who were less unfortunate. The employees of the manor included many females, most young and attractive, like her. She had lifted up her dress and showed herself to Michael and the gardener simply from a desire to please Michael. She wondered if they took advantage of others. She had heard voices in the next room the other day; the female voice seemed to be pleading more than being a willing participant. Could it have been Michael or Henri that had been the male voice she heard? She later masturbated imagining that it had been Michael taking her.

She watched the girl turn, her back to them, standing nervously as they stared at her. She had long black hair that hung half way down her back. Her skin was dark black, not a mulatto like Henri. She had large sad eyes. Even though she was trying to smile, you could tell that she was uncomfortable being examined like a piece of meat. Her breasts were about average, but you could tell that she had large nipples. Even though it was not cold, they were already poking out of the white blouse she was wearing, her bra unable to cover them. She was slim, with flaring hips and a voluptuous ass, her skirt clinging to her butt like a second skin. Her legs were athletic, her thighs tight, highlighted by her short skirt, the white material contrasting with her dark skin. She turned back to them, listening as Henri spoke to her. Her head hung down at his words, but she nodded her consent as if forced to by circumstances.

Jessica moved back behind the corner when Michael and Henri rose from the couch. She moved back around the corner when she heard footsteps coming her way.

""This way, Renee.""

We can finish the interview in a more private location. You''d like that, wouldn''t you?"” Henri had his hand around her slim waist as they walked by.

""Yes, Master,"” she replied nervously, trapped between these two important men as they ushered her down the hall, walking toward Jessica''s bedroom.

Jessica watched as the young girl''s hips gently swayed down the hall, Henri''s hand still gripping her tightly. They passed her room and opened the door to the next, the same room where she heard the sexual encounter the other day. Could it have been both of them with one of the female staff? She followed them, slipping quietly into her room, silently closing her door. She went over to the connecting door, turning the door handle quietly, finding the door not locked. She slipped it open about two inches, standing back from view, holding her breath as she waited to see if she would be discovered. She peeked through the gap in the door. Looking in the gap, she saw them sitting on a couch near the bed, the girl standing in front of them again, nervously fidgeting, her hands beside her tightly clenched. Michael and Henri did not seem to notice the door ajar, so she moved closer to the opening, feeling safer. She could hear their voices now.

""You realize that when you accept a position here, you are subject to our rules and if you break them, we will punish you. We do not bother with the police, finding them ineffective in preventing further problems."” Henri looked at her, seeing the puzzled look on her face.

""Punish? What do you mean, Master?""

""The severity of the crime will determine the punishment. It can be as simple as a spanking, done in private by the Master or myself,"” he said, pointing toward Michael, “"or a public flogging or whipping on your naked flesh for more serious offenses. We try to persuade others not to follow in the footsteps of the punished and it is only effective if all see firsthand the punishment. If you do not agree, you are welcome to leave now.""

She had heard of this before she applied for the job, but the others also told her of the benefits. The great pay, fine clothes—though she was told that they were provocative—good food and great working conditions. She had been warned that the Master did rule over the staff and that he was not to be denied anything by the female staff. Her mother was sick, her father died the previous year, and she needed the money. While not a virgin, at eighteen she''d had only a handful of lovers, but they had respected her and were gentle. She knew that this would not be the case here. But she resigned herself to the fact, the alternative to let her mother suffer.

""I will do whatever is required to serve you, Master.""

Michael looked up at her, a very beautiful girl. “"Go to the closet and get the uniform in there and bring it back. Before you are hired, we must see how you look in it.""

They watched as she walked over to the closet, her full ass swinging. She pulled out a simple button down dress cut short to highlight the legs, the bosom pulled tight to mold over the breasts. It was meant to accent a lovely body, something that Michael and Henri both appreciated. They loved to see the young, nubile bodies of the staff. She brought it back in front of them, holding it up in front of her.

""It looks like it fits perfectly, Master. If it would please you, Master, I can go into the bathroom and change into it."” She waited for their response.

Henri reached over and took the dress from her hands, laying it on the table in front of her. “"Yes, we would like to see it on you. Please remove your clothes.""

Jessica was not surprised at the command. She moved her own hand to the front of her dress, rubbing softly between her legs. Would they take her sexually like the girl the other night? She saw the frightened look on the girl''s face as the request sunk in.

Renee looked at the smiles on their faces. She had reconciled herself to the fact that something like this might happen; it just never dawned on her that it would be so soon. She hesitated, staring at Henri. “"Please, Master, can''t I change in the bathroom?"” She looked, hoping for some sympathy.

""You say you will serve us, but already you are defying us. Is that what we can expect if we hire you? You may leave now."” She watched him get up, not even giving her a chance to respond.

She panicked. She needed the job. There weren''t any others on the small island. “"Sorry, Master, I didn''t mean it. I''ll do whatever you wish, Master."” Her eyes were pleading. There was no turning back now; she was theirs.

Jessica let her fingers slip beneath her dress, her finger pushing her panties between her pussy lips, feeling the moisture seeping into the material. She was already wet, wishing it were she, not Renee. She couldn''t wait to see what they would do to her, hoping to catch a glimpse of Michael''s cock.

""Shall we give her another chance, Master?"” Henri asked Michael.

""I don''t know, Henri. There are many other very beautiful girls who would not have a problem showing their bodies to us. Many would let us fuck them! Why should we bother with Renee?""

Michael sounded so cold-hearted, Renee nothing but a piece of meat to fuck. Would he be the same way with her, Jessica thought? But the idea of being taken forcefully with no other regard than to obtain sexual satisfaction from her body still excited her. She had often thought of being bound, taken against her will and forced to cum from it.

""Please,"” Renee begged, almost getting down on her knees, desperate now. It was now or never, she would have to decide. “"I will do whatever you want, Master. If you want to fuck me, I will obey."” It was a last minute desperation move.

""Are you a virgin, Renee?""

""No, Master, but my boyfriends tell me I am tight,"” she offered, hoping to entice them.

Henri enjoyed the position they had her in, willing to do anything for the job. So many before her had done the same thing, and with each new hire they became a little more perverted to satisfy their lust. “"Have you ever sucked a cock?""

""Once, Master. My last boyfriend forced me to. I didn''t like it, but I swallowed when he was finished to please him. I could do the same for you, Master.""

""Both of us Renee?"” Henri inquired, seeing the look on her face at the thought of such a distasteful job.

""Yes, Master, anything to please my Masters."” Her eyes pleaded with them for another chance, knowing that they were going to sexually take advantage of her, but unable to stop it.

""Have you ever had two men before, Renee?"” Michael smiled, his cock jerking in his pants when he asked the question, imagining how she would look, riding Henri''s cock as he slipped his large cock up her ass at the same time.

""I''ve had three boyfriends, Master,"” she responded.

Henri laughed,"” Silly girl, you don"t understand. Did you ever have two men fuck you at the same time?""

She blushed. “"No, Master, I don''t know what you mean.""

Michael smiled, an ass virgin he was sure. “"One would be in that tight pussy of yours and the other would have his cock up your virgin asshole.""

Jessica had to stop rubbing her pussy; she was ready to cum. His cock up her asshole at the same time as another cock up her pussy. She could imagine how full she would feel, so much male flesh filling her to overflowing, plunging in and out of her tight body.

Renee had no idea anyone would want to do such a dirty thing. She had never even heard of it except for gay men and that disgusted her. It was bad enough that they wanted to fuck her, now they were going to do it together. “"Please, Master, fuck my pussy, both of you. I will fuck you real good,"” she begged.

""That''s OK, Renee. We don''t want you to do anything you dislike,"” Michael said to her.

""Thank you, Master, thank you.""

""You may go now, Renee.""

""I have the job, Master?"” Her eyes searched his for a yes, hoping.

Jessica knew the answer. Her fingers moved back under her skirt, knowing that Renee would submit to their demand and she would get to watch them. This excited her, the chance to see Michael''s cock. To see him fuck. She hoped it would be him in her ass.

""I''m sorry Renee, we are looking for someone who will obey. I don''t think you would fit in here. Thank you for coming in."” Henri waited, watching her searching eyes.

They had her and Renee knew it. They were going to test her and in doing so they would push her past her limits. She did not have to think long, the thought of her sick mother in her head. “"I will do whatever you want, Master. Anything."” Her eyes lowered to the floor, not wanting to see the victory in theirs.

""Are you sure, Renee? If you are, tell us what you want us to do to your lovely body."” Henri waited for the response he knew was coming.

Renee sucked in air for courage. “"Please, Master, fuck my ass while Master fucks my pussy.""

""Very good, Renee. That''s a lovely dress you are wearing, but why don''t you slip out of it."” Henri watched as she slowly unbuttoned the dress, her eyes glued to the floor.

She felt so uncomfortable, both of them staring at her as her bra was first exposed and then her panties, the dress falling to the side. She hesitated, then let the dress slip from her shoulders, and placed it on the table next to the other dress. Her hands were in front of herself, hiding her sex.

""Yes, she is a very beautiful girl, Henri,"” Michael commented.

The white bra and panties accented her black skin. The garments were very thin. She had not expected to strip naked for the interview.

""Try on the dress, Renee.""

She felt a sense of relief. Maybe they were just testing her. She grabbed the new dress and slipped it on. She struggled with the buttons, trying to close them hastily, but the tightness of the dress, especially in the bosom, made it difficult. She finally finished, standing up, looking at them again, a slight smile on her face. That wasn''t so bad. She felt a sense of relief.

""Turn around, Renee, and let''s see what the back looks like."” Michael watched as she spun around, stopping with her back to them. They admired her rounded ass pushing out the back of the dress, her long legs perched atop the high heels she wore.

""Very lovely, Renee, you may take off the dress now. It fits you well."” Michael was pleased with the way the dress accented her body.

Renee took off the dress, neatly hanging it back onto the hanger. She bent down to pick up her dress.

""You won''t need your dress, Renee. We''re not finished with you yet. Hang the other dress up."” Henri watched as she walked over to the closet, her ass swaying in her brief panties. She had a great ass, an attribute he always loved. And she was going to have to share it with him before she left.

Their eyes burned a hole through her as they watched her hang up the dress. They were both staring at her as she turned to toward them, their eyes moving down from her breasts to between her legs.

""Come over here, closer, Renee, so we can see you better. And remove your bra. I''m sure you have very luscious tits and we can''t wait to see them."” Michael loved chocolate-colored breasts, having learned to appreciate dark skinned women since living in Haiti. It looked so sensual when his white hands were encircling their black flesh.

She reached behind her back, unsnapping her bra, but not before she let one hand grab the front, holding it against her breasts, not letting it slip. She knew she would have to bare her breasts for them and probably more, but anything to delay the humiliation. She let the straps slip down her shoulders, both palms now encircling her breasts. She stood there hugging her bosom.

""Don''t be shy, Renee. I''m sure you have a very beautiful pair. Put your arms down and let us see them,"” Henri liking the reluctance on her part. He loved to force women to bend to his will. He didn''t like the ones who gave in so easily.

Renee hung her head, her arms falling helplessly to her side, letting her bra fall to the floor, not even making any attempt to catch it. She refused to look at them, as she stood there half-naked, her breasts rising and falling.

""Look up, no need to be ashamed, you have a lovely pair of tits. Don''t you think so, Master? Look how big her areolas are, like silver dollars. And her nipples. I bet you could suck them and they would grow over an inch long. Is that right, Renee? Do your nipples get real long when they are sucked on?"” Henri wanted to humiliate her further and it was working.

Renee looked at Henri, his eyes still gazing at her breasts. She could see his hard cock bulging out his trousers, and her eyes moved back to his face, ashamed of herself. “"Yes, Master, they get big, especially when played with.""

""Well show us, Renee, wet your fingertips and rub your nipples and get them hard for us,"” Michael ordered her.

She had no other option but to comply, her fingers slowly pushing into her mouth, her tongue wetting them. Her nipples were very sensitive and would harden like rocks when touched, especially when touched with wet fingers. She closed her eyes as her fingers slowly ran around her areolas, tiny goose bumps appearing on them. Even though she knew they were watching her, she felt her wetness between her legs that she got when she played with them while masturbating. She used two fingers on each nipple and pinched the tips lightly, feeling them already begin to grow. She pinched harder, the tips now over an inch long. She manipulated them, pulling and twisting on them, now oblivious to the two men in the room who were so intently watching her. The only other thing she felt was the dampness between her legs.

""It seems that Renee has done this before. Have you ever masturbated in front of anyone?"” Henri seemed intent on humiliating her.

Jessica fingers played over her breasts before finally opening the buttons on her dress, her hand slipping inside her bra, hastily pushing the garment aside, desperately seeking her own nipple. She grabbed it hard, like Michael would do, making her feel the power he had over her body, just as Henri and Michael held over poor Renee. It felt good, the slight pain making her pussy even wetter, her other hand moving under her dress again, seeking out the wetness between her legs.

""No, Master!"” Her eyes opened, forcing her back to the reality of her situation, half-naked in front of two powerful men as they forced her to play with her own body.

""Come over here, Renee."” Michael gestured her over onto his lap.

She sat on his legs, seeing his hands reaching out for her naked body, cringing the moment they touched her sides. Henri was staring at her breasts as Michael''s hands played over her naked stomach before moving up.

Michael cupped her globes, hefting her heavy breasts in his hands, his fingers moving over the nipples, bringing them back to hardness. “"Such beautiful breasts. The boys must love them."” His hand gripped her breasts hard, and he saw her hands clench at her sides, her mouth shut tightly as she let him have his way with her. “"I love the feeling of young breasts. They are so firm, standing up, nipples pointed."” His head moved down and his lips eagerly sought out one hard nipple, sucking it into the hot confines of his mouth. His tongue lapped at the hard bud, slapping it back and forth. His other hand continuing to stimulate her other nipple, not giving it a chance, keeping it hard for his lips.

Renee cringed in shame as she sat on his lap and he sucked on her nipples. She squirmed when he sucked it too hard, stretching the nipple painfully, her hands clenching but refusing to stop him. “"Oooow,"” she moaned in pain when his teeth bit on her flesh, twisting her rubbery nipple between them.

Jessica pulled her nipple hard, her other hand busily masturbating her wet pussy. God, she wished Michael was doing that to her. She''d be enjoying it more than Renee was.

Michael moved his head over and captured the other nipple in his mouth, his teeth gently grinding the tip, sharp teeth moving back and forth. He could feel Renee''s body jerking in pain, only making his cock harder, his desire to bite deeper into the flesh, greater. He moved his head between the cleavage, loving the feeling of firm, teenage breasts rubbing over his cheeks. His fingers ran down her naked stomach, feeling her suck in her muscles as he reached the top of her panties. He looked up at her, one hand still pinching her nipple, the other hand poised to slip into her panties. “"Are you wet, Renee?""

She didn''t say anything, ashamed, knowing that he would soon feel the wetness that she was already feeling.

Henri reached over to her, his hands on each of her knees. “"Spread your legs open for the Master, Renee."” He pushed outward on her tightly clenched knees until he felt her relent, her legs slowly parting. He let his hands slide up her muscular thighs, tightening on the black flesh, all the while urging them to spread open.

Michael wasted no time, his hand sliding inside her panties, tugging on her curly bush, his fingers getting caught in the hair, tugging some out, small cries escaping from Renee''s lips as the hair pulled out painfully.

Jessica''s fingers were busy inside her own panties, rubbing up and down her slit, now soaked in her juices. She closed her eyes, imagining that Michael was doing it, pinching her own puffy lips, two fingers spreading them apart.

Renee bit her lips as Master pushed apart her pussy lips and his dry fingers slid along her slit. She was wet, but not that wet, his fingers feeling like sandpaper as they slid up and down inside her pussy. Henri''s hands were still on her legs, rubbing up and down her smooth thighs, caressing them, all the while pushing them outward, forcing her legs to spread open wider.

""Stand up, Renee."” Michael let his hand slip out of her panties, but stayed on her naked waist as she rose. He turned her so she was facing Henri, her ass toward him. He let his hands play over her plump ass, clenching on the teenage flesh, feeling her muscles tighten. “"You have a very beautiful body, Renee. No wonder you don''t mind showing it to us naked.""

Renee felt her panties slowly slipping down over her hips. Henri''s eyes were glued to her sex, and she felt Master''s eyes burning a hole through her as she felt her ass cheeks being slowly exposed to his gaze. She was so humiliated, stripped naked between the two men, knowing that once she was naked they would not waste any time before she would have to take their cocks into her young body. Her panties fell to her knees. She stepped out of them, not wanting anything binding her legs.

""Very lovely pussy, Renee, but I would be able to see it much better if you would spread your legs apart. Can you do that for us, Renee?"” Henri let his hands move back to her legs as she shuffled one foot to the side, the gap between her thighs now wide, her pussy lips peeling back, her pink insides contrasting with her dark, black skin.

Four hands were now running over her naked body, but it was the ones on her ass that scared her the most. She could already feel them pushing on her ass cheeks, trying to separate them, her tightened muscles the only thing stopping him. But she knew he would not be persuaded for long. Henri fingers were gripping her pussy lips and began to peel them back. She screamed in pain, her hips shooting forward in pain, smashing into Henri''s hands.

Michael had smacked her flesh with his palm. “"Relax your ass, Renee. I won''t tell you again."” His hands moved back, his fingers now able to slide between her ass cheeks, moving down to her anus, fingers on each side, spreading her cheeks, the tiny pink opening winking at him as it tried to clench closed. “"Yes, nothing has ever been up here before."” His fingers on either side of her tiny anus, pulled apart, watching the tiny hole open. The tiny pucker opened and closed in response to the rude fingers abusing it. Michael put his fingers on each side of the tiny hole and began to draw it apart, her pucker fighting back.

Henri was not idle, his fingers moving to her open sex, gripping her pussy lips and pulling them apart, stretching them open wider and wider. “"Such a nice pink pussy, not many cocks have been in there, either."” He pushed his finger into her vagina, feeling the flesh separate as he slid in on her juices, feeling her tight, teenage pussy grip his fat finger.

Renee was standing between them, Henri''s fingers playing with her ass and her pussy, her legs bowing outward to relieve some of the pressure as his finger started to slide up inside her. She was more afraid of the Master behind her, his finger rubbing round and around her tiny anus, putting pressure on it, trying to spread it open.

""Turn around this way, Renee,"” Michael ordered her. She turned, Henri''s hands pushing down on her back, bending her over, her head only inches form Michael''s lap.

Michael was blocked from Jessica''s view. She was only able to see some movement in front of Renee, then hands gripping her head and pushing her downward. There was the cry of protest. The hands began to move her head up and down, the muffled sounds coming from Renee''s mouth a testament to the fact that it was filled with hard cock. Jessica moved into the doorway more, desperately wanting to see Michael''s cock, but Renee still blocked her view. She could see Henri behind her, his fingers busy masturbating her from behind, two fingers now thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, his other hand on her ass, his finger playing around her anus. Jessica put her fingers between her lips, tasting her own sweet juices as she slowly fucked her mouth, imagining that it was Michael''s cock forced into it. She even made herself gag once, pushing her fingers into her throat.

Renee was being abused by both of them. Master''s hard cock kept pushing into the back of her throat, choking her as it tried to force itself further down into her gullet. The hands guided her head up and down, her mouth masturbating his cock. She arched her ass back onto Henri''s fingers, her pussy now soaked, spread wide by his two fat fingers. She felt Master grab her head tightly, forcing her onto the cock. She could feel it jerk in her mouth, the vein swelling as his cum pushed up from his balls and shot out into the hot confines of her mouth. She gagged and choked on the thick, salty fluid, swallowing as fast as she could, her mouth filled repeatedly. It seemed to never end. She would swallow just in time to receive another load of hot semen.

Michael could not believe how good her hot mouth felt. Her tongue played with the head of his cock as he spewed his cum into her teenage mouth. He held her head tightly on his cock hearing her gagging as she was forced to swallow the large amount of cum. He blasted again as he saw the tears in her eyes, pleading when she looked up at him, her mouth stretched tightly around his cock as he shot another load into her mouth. He finished coming, letting his softening cock rest inside her mouth, feeling her still trying to swallow all of the cum, her tongue accidentally running over the tip. He let his fingers rub over her cheek, wiping the tears off. “"That was good, Renee. You certainly are a good cocksucker,"” he commented, wanting to humiliate her further. Michael pulled his cock from her mouth and put it back into his pants. He stood up, “"Henri, you may have Renee. If she pleases you well, you may hire her. I have some things to take care of. Can you take care of Henri, Renee?""

Michael smiled at her and Henri. “"I''m sure you will. Henri has a way to make girls obey."” Michael left the room as Henri stood Renee up and moved her over to the bed, his fingers still lodged in her pussy.

Damn, Jessica thought as Michael left. She still had not seen his cock, Renee blocking her view. She would rather watch Michael fucking her, but Henri will have to do, she was too far gone to stop, her pussy dripping wet. She hoped that he would still fuck her asshole.

""Over here, Renee."” He pulled his fingers from her pussy, yanking her up to her feet. They moved to the bed. “"No, don''t lay down on it, over to the end.""

Renee was puzzled as Henri moved her over to the end of the bed, an upholstered bench against the bed.

""Kneel up on the bench on your hands and knees, that''s a good girl."” His hands guided her on to the bench as she crawled forward. He caught a glimpse of her tiny asshole, his ultimate goal. He adjusted her body, his hands on her back, pushing her down, gripping her hips and arching her ass up higher. “"Now, spread your legs."” His hands between her tightly clenched thighs, pushed outward as they reluctantly parted, her ass cheeks separating.

She felt so exposed as her body was forced into a position of servitude, her sex open and available to whatever Henri desired, unable to stop his perverted lust. She cringed in fear when she felt his hand pushing apart her ass cheeks, blushing, knowing how exposed her anus was to his eyes. “"Please, not there, fuck my pussy,"” she begged. She turned to see Henri grab a bottle of lubricant and coat his finger with it, knowing it would soon be inside her asshole.

Yes, he was going to fuck her asshole, Jessica could see Henri preparing her. Her hand returned to inside her panties, her finger rubbing over her swollen clit. “"EEEHH,"” Jessica started when she felt a hand touch her side. She turned around, surprised to see Michael standing behind her.

""And what are you doing, young lady!"” he said in his most condescending tone of voice. His hand grabbed her arm, preventing her from pulling it from her panties.

Jessica blushed as she felt Michael behind her. Her hand was trapped in her panties, and she was unable to even lie about what she was doing.

""Were you spying on us?"” he demanded in a commanding voice.

""Bbbbut, nnno,"” she stammered, lost for words, humiliated at being caught, especially by her boss.

""Well, speak up, tell me what were you doing?"” His voice grew impatient with her, his hand still gripping her arm tightly, pushing his cock up against her ass.

""I''m sorry, Sir."” Words finally managed to fall from her mouth.

""I didn''t ask for an apology, I want to know what you were doing."” His voice was growing angrier.

""I was watching you and Henri with Renee.""

""And what else, Jessica?"” His voice was less angry, more understanding.

""And masturbating, Sir."” Her face flushed red with embarrassment. It was as if she were a little girl caught playing with herself by her father. She felt his hand loosen on her arm, not gripping it so painfully tight.

""Spying is a naughty thing to do, Jessica. You know you will have to be punished for it, don''t you?"” His voice was stern.

""Punished? What are you going to do, Sir?"” she said, scared at the thought of being punished. Henri had told her about the whipping and spankings, but she had been thinking that they would never happen to her.

""That will be for another time, Jessica. I will decide when. As for masturbating while watching, I think I can help you with that."” Michael pulled her hand from her panties, seeing the juices on her fingers. “"You certainly are wet, aren''t you?""

She looked down at her fingers, her juices glistening, his hand still holding her arm. She did not look at him, not wanting to see the expression on his face as he discovered her secrets. “"Yes, Sir.""

""Would you like to watch Henri fuck Renee in the ass, Jessica?""

""Oh yes, Sir!""

Jessica almost came in her panties when she felt Michael wrap a leather strap around her wrists, binding them together in front of her. The soft leather bit tightly into her flesh, pinning them together. She had never felt so powerless, her hands bound in front of her, Michael''s hard cock pressing against her ass. Even though he had just cum, she could feel his cock hardened again.

""Why?"” she asked, tugging at her binding, her juices running down her thighs.

""I will take care of you, Jessica. Let''s watch Henri now. Just relax and let yourself go for me. Can you do that for me, Jessica?""

She raised her bound wrists and placed them high up on the wall, giving him unobstructed access to her body, giving into own her desires. “"Yes, Sir.""

Henri greased up his cock, his hand sliding up and down the thick shaft, watching the terrified eyes of Renee on him. “"It is big, isn''t it? You are going to have to take all of it up your tight, hot asshole. Now relax and I will grease you up. It will make it less painful to take my cock."” He let some of the lubricant pour over her exposed anus.

Renee gritted her teeth, her hands clenched tightly to the edge of the bench as she felt his finger running the liquid around her tiny anus. The pressure increased as his finger slowly pushed in until it finally popped painfully into her virgin asshole, her sphincter quickly grabbing onto the digit tightly. “"AGGH!"” she cried out, unaccustomed to having anything forced in, only out. She felt it moving around inside her like a tiny animal, massaging her tiny hole, expanding it outward for something much bigger.

Michael let his hand reach around Jessica, unbuttoning her blouse and yanking her bra up out of the way so he could play with her naked breasts. His fingers found her nipples already hard and increased the pressure on them until she arched her ass backwards in pain, a tiny whimper escaping from her lips as the pain increased. “"Look at her asshole gripping his finger, Jessica. Have you ever had your asshole played with? Have you ever been sodomized?""

His fingers hurt her nipples but her pussy tingled from the sharp pain. She pushed back onto his hard cock, wanting anything to touch her pussy, her bound hands struggling not to move down and continue her masturbation. “"Never, Sir. Would it hurt?""

""Would that matter, Jessica?""

""Not if it was you, Sir,"” she blurted out.

""I like that in a girl, Jessica, the desire to please. Would you like me to play with your pussy?""

""Please, Sir, please,"” her hips moving sideways, dragging her ass cheeks sensuously over his hard cock.

Renee now had a thick finger sliding in and out of her asshole, stretching the unused passage, her asshole clamping on the finger as he prepared her for his cock. “"God."” It hurt as two fingers slid into her asshole, her anus having to stretch and tear to take the fat fingers, stretching tautly around the knuckles.

Henri slapped her ass, the sound ringing out in the room. “"Arch up that ass, Renee, head down,"” he ordered her.

Renee did as she was ordered, the pain from the slap radiating from her ass, a warm tingling feeling in her flesh. Her ass pushed up, knowing how obscene she must look as she pushed back onto the fingers, feeling them spread painfully, deeper into her colon.

Jessica''s body began to shudder when Michael''s hand slid inside her panties, shoving the tiny garment down until her sex was naked. He touched her wet pussy the same second that Henri slapped Renee''s ass. “"Oh!"” Jessica gasped, coming on the finger touching her. She fucked her pussy onto the finger, trying to push it inside her, her legs spreading wider, giving him greater access to her body. “"God, yes!"” she cried as the finger ran over her clit, her legs almost unable to support her body as she came.

""Such a hot little body, Jessica. Relax, there is more."” His finger softly ran up and down the folds of her pussy as she continued to shudder. He moved his other hand up to her breasts again, his fingers plucking her nipple to hardness for a second time. “"Yes, watch Henri. I''m sure we can make you cum again.""

Jessica spread her legs wider, her arms still raised above her head, the leather strap binding her wrists tightly. She arched her ass backward, stopping only when her cheeks pushed against his hard cock. God, how she wanted his cock inside her. She rubbed her ass back and forth, feeling the bulge in his pants jerk in reaction. She looked through the crack in the door. Henri now had his hard cock poised on Renee''s anus, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She knew that he would soon plunge it inside her.

Renee looked over her shoulder. Henri was focused between her spread legs, his hand fisting his glistening cock, the hot meat pressed against her tiny anus. “"No, please, put it in my pussy. I''ll squeeze it real tight and give you a good fuck,"” she begged, but she felt the pressure on her anus increase.

""Push out on your asshole, Renee,"” Henri said, slapping her ass hard, the skin rippling from the harsh blow. He saw her anus straining, puckering outward, the tiny opening getting bigger as she exerted more pressure. He pushed, the head of his cock slowly entering her, her anus stretching wider and wider, the edges looking like they would soon tear. Only about one-half of the head was inside her, her sphincter gripping his cock, straining to keep it out.

He began slapping her ass. When he felt her concentration move to the spanking, he pushed in harshly, his hard cock almost bending in half before it slid up her lubricated passage. Her sphincter gripped his cock right under the head, forced to take the bulbous head inside.

""AGH!"” she cried out in pain. Renee felt the burning and tearing in her ass, his cock head wedged tightly inside her, her sphincter unable to push out the intruder. “"God that hurts so much! Please don''t move,"” she begged him, sobbing as she cringed in pain, bent over on the bench, her ass raised up, seemingly begging to be ass-fucked, unable to stop the sodomy.

""Do you like that Jessica? Do you like watching Henri fuck Renee in the ass?"” She knew that he could feel her pussy begin to juice up again, knowing that the sodomy of Renee was turning her on.

Jessica wiggled her ass on Michael''s cock, side to side, sliding over the hard cock. “"I wish it were you behind her,"” she said, wishing she hadn''t admitted that as soon as she said it.

""Or do you wish it was me sodomizing you, Jessica?"” He pushed hard with his hips, driving his hard cock onto her spread cheeks. She did not reply. With one hand he began masturbating her again, two fingers finding her pussy wet, plunging deep inside her, spreading them apart inside her, stretching her. His other hand left her nipples, but not before twisting one painfully, her yelp of pain making his cock jerk. He let his hand slide down her side and over her ass cheeks, clenching on the tight buns before sliding up and down her crack. He felt her shudder as his fingers lightly glazed over her pink anus.

Renee cried out as Henri grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her back onto his hard cock. He pushed with his hips, feeling his cock begin to slide in her lubricated back passage, her groans of pain exciting him. He loved to fuck the new girls in the ass; it was all about control. His control over their body, unable to prevent him from performing whatever perverted acts he desired on their young, tight bodies. And Renee had an extremely hot, tight asshole, clenching on his hard cock, squeezing the blood from the head as it plunged in and out of her asshole, each time going further and further inside her.

Renee jerked in pain, his cock entering her colon, her stomach cramping as she was filled with hard cock. It seemed like his cock would go forever and come out her mouth as Henri continually fucked in and out her asshole, each time punching deeper inside her. She felt his hands dig deep into her hips, forcing her back onto his cock, her head yanked back, her hair pulling from her head as he used it to ride her harder. Would it never end, the burning and cramping? “"Please, stop!""

""If you want me to cum, squeeze my cock with your asshole as I pull it out. If you do it real well, I''ll fill your asshole with my hot cum. If not, I can fuck you for a very long time without coming."” He pushed in hard, making her take all of his cock, banging it painfully into her asshole, making her feel the pain. He heard her groan in pain, making his cock jerk inside her. He began to pull it out, watching her ass cheeks clenching tight, her asshole gripping his cock as he slowly pulled it up her anal passage. “"Yes, like that Renee, grip it tight,"” he said, running his hand along her back.

It hurt even more when she tightened on his cock but she had to make him cum and soon. “"Hurry, please hurry."” His cock pushed back inside her, his hips pushing hard, forcing his cock to tear painfully up her asshole.

Jessica''s hips were moving back and forth as Michael''s finger masturbated her pussy again, running up her slit to rub over her swollen clit. His other finger rubbed over her anus, feeling it clench and unclench from the unnatural fingering. Henri was riding Renee hard, seeing her tighten on his cock as he pulled it out, biting her lips in pain, her hands clenching the bench tightly.

""No!"” she cried as she felt Michael''s finger take some of her juices back to her asshole and push in, opening her anus. It hurt as it pushed in, spreading her legs wider apart, hoping to relieve the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach as he penetrated her anus, sliding his finger deeper into her rectum.

Renee felt his fingers play over her clit, grabbing the hard bud in his fingers and rubbing back and forth over it. Her hips began to move back and forth, fucking back on the cock filling her insides. “"Can you cum with me Renee, cum when I fill you with my hot cum?""

A strange masochistic feeling overcame Renee as Henri''s fingers played with her clit, snapping the hard bud with his fingertips as his cock continued to plunge up and down her anal tract. It felt like she had just finished a big dinner, her stomach full as his hard cock stretched her open. She bent her knees, giving him greater access to her sex, pushing back with her ass, her sphincter clenching on the rampaging member as it pulled out. When only the head was gripped she held her breath as he plunged back in painfully, making her take his cock in one deep, powerful thrust until it was buried deep inside her colon, the head jerking in the hot confines.

Michael watched his finger get sucked up inside Jessica''s asshole, the tiny hole stretched tight over his finger. “"Soon, Jessica, soon you will get to feel what it is like to be sodomized, but not now. I want you to cum for me, now. Can you do that for me, Jessica, cum for me again?""

Jessica could not hold back any longer. Her asshole burned and felt good at the same time. Her pussy juice was running down her thighs as Michael''s fingers continued to masturbate her while she watched the sodomy in the next room unfold before her eyes. Oddly, Renee seemed to like it now, pushing her ass back on his cock to receive his powerful thrust. Jessica saw Henri''s hands beneath her body and knew that he must be masturbating her, while burying his cock deep inside her asshole and holding it there. He pulled back on her hair, her head arched back as he obviously shot her full of cum.

Renee felt his cock get bigger, feeling the vein running up the side become swollen. The first blast of hot cum burned, the salty fluid aggravating her raw anal passage, but his fingers on her clit made her cum at the same time, her body jerking around on his hard cock, her asshole clenching as her orgasm rippled through her body.

Henri pushed on his cock, trying to drive it deeper as he shot his second and third load of cum in her colon, filling it with the hot fluid. She was the tightest of all the girls he had ass-fucked, dragging the cum from his balls as he unloaded inside her. She was coming at the same time, her body shuddering as she clenched tightly on his cock. “"Yeah, cum with me Renee, cum while I fill you up.""

Renee could not believe that he had made her cum while taking his big cock up her ass. It still hurt as he fucked her, bent over, her ass raised up as he filled her with his cum. Yet at the same time, his fingers had dragged a powerful orgasm from her, her body shaking as she came.

Jessica arched her back, pushing her ass out onto Michael''s finger massaging her insides as she came. She continued to keep her bound wrists high above her head, her legs spread wide, Michael''s hands busy masturbating her. She shuddered, her asshole tightening on his finger, Michael''s other fingers now deep inside her tight pussy, feeling her cum. She gripped the pulsating fingers as the orgasm ripped through her body. She pushed back, her asshole driving the finger in deeper. “"Make me cum!"” she shouted, not caring any longer, coming all over Michael''s fingers.

Michael loved the way she came. She had let her body go, unable or unwilling to stop him from having his way with her. He knew that he would enjoy this delightful girl in many ways, teaching her to love the perverted acts he would make her perform. He felt her body slacken, his fingers barely moving inside her, soaked in her juices. He pulled his finger from her asshole, stroking her back. “"Would you like to learn of the dark side, Jessica?""

Jessica looked back. “"The dark side of what?""

""Sex, the dark side of sex.""

She did not have to think about it, she just knew. “"Yes, Master,"” she said, giving over her body to Michael with that simple answer. She knew that she had lost her power to say no. She would be forced to do whatever he desired and what that would be, she could not even begin to imagine.

Michael removed the strap from her wrists, rubbing where the leather had dug into the flesh. “"The first thing I want you to do is attend a Voodoo ceremony with Henri. I think you will like what Henri will teach you."” He looked into her eyes as she pulled her dress closed, hiding her naked charms from him again.

""Yes, Sir,"” she responded, as Michael walked from the room. She looked back in the other room, Henri and Renee already gone. She was sexually exhausted, barely able to fall into bed, asleep in minutes. Sometime during the night, she awoke, finding her hands between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy and remembering her dream of Michael fucking her in the ass. It didn''t take long before another orgasm overcame her.

Jessica awoke refreshed. Multiple orgasms seemed to do that, lately. While she had not been able to accomplish it herself, others had. She took care of Jerome during the day, the weather beautiful, spending most of the time at the beach.





Chapter Eight

Voodoo Ceremony

Henri brought Renee with him at dinnertime. “"Renee will take care of Jerome."” Henri waited until Jerome and Renee were gone. “"There is a voodoo ceremony tonight that I will be attending. Master said you might be interested in attending. Would you like to go?""

Jessica looked up at him. “"Yes, I would feel honored."” She knew that not many were invited to voodoo ceremonies. Yes, the tourists went to “"ceremonies"” but they were little more than folklore presentations staged for money. Real voodoo is a religion, concerned not with tourists, but the invocation and worship of gods and spirits.

""Tonight after dinner. You will be a Hounsi, a server. Everyone at the ceremony participates in the service. I will leave a white robe in your room for you to wear. You should not wear anything under it. You must be free of your worldly possessions.""

Jessica nodded as Henri walked off. She went back to her room after dinner and showered. She let her towel drop to the floor, putting on the robe she''d found just as Henri had promised. It had a row of buttons down the front from her neck to the bottom of the hem and she felt a little uncomfortable, naked beneath the robe, but it hid her body. It was shorter than she expected, above her knees. She had expected a robe that went to her feet. She slipped on a pair of sandals. She looked in the mirror; her breasts were just barely visible through the loose, flowing robe.

Henri knocked on her door. He was wearing a top hat and black coat. “"Let''s go, we have to be there soon."” He offered no explanation for his dress. They caught a cab out front, the cabbie nodding to Henri.

""Evening, Sir.""

""I am the Houngan for this region."” Henri explained during their ride. “"In your Christian religion, I would be a priest. You cannot be an idle bystander at a Voodoo ceremony; everyone participates. You will be offered drinks, which will be familiar to you, at the ceremony. Michael has asked me to watch over you, so feel free to drink, it will make you more comfortable during the ceremony and more willing to participate."” Henri looked over at her, the robe already sliding up high on her legs, his cock hard at the thought of her naked beneath it.

""Thank you, Henri, I trust you. Though, I am very nervous. I would not want to make you look bad in front of your people.""

""Don''t worry about me, Jessica,"” he laughed. “"The people are fearful of the power of the Houngan. I am very powerful and the people fear what I can do. Moreover, I practice Petro Voodoo. This is black magic Voodoo."” Good thing she did not know that Petro Voodoo is not the typical Voodoo. Dangerous things could happen in Petro, including death curses, the making of zombies and wild sex orgies. Tonight was going to be a special night for Jessica.

""In Voodoo there is what they call an Iwa. They are the various spirits of the family members and can intersect with the people of earth. They ‘'mount'’ people now and again during the ceremony and give messages and can even cause various good and bad things to happen to people. They take over the body of a person for a time. When the Iwa comes, the person is gone. The body is the body of the person, but it is really the Iwa. The person enters a trance and usually remembers nothing after they return to a normal state of consciousness.""

""Is that going to happen to me?"” Jessica worried.

""Probably not, it is rare for an outsider of the family to be entered."” Henri knew the real reason certain persons were mounted. Most Houngan''s were accomplished herbalists with secret herbs that could be poured into drinks and that would put people in trances, their memories fuzzy later in the evening. Jessica would soon learn of the effects of one of them tonight. “"I will pay special attention to you tonight, Jessica.""

The taxi arrived at the location of the service. Rural slums lined both sides of the street, typical two-storied, unpainted houses with wrought-iron balconies. Jessica got out with Henri, noticing that Henri did not pay the taxi driver and the driver did not seem interested in getting paid. He must be very powerful, though she still could not get used to his clothes, the top hat and coat still out of place. Groups of people were gathered about the main structure, a tin roof supported by wooden posts. A small tin-covered building stood behind it.

""The poto mitan is the sacred center pole at which gifts are offered to the gods. A concrete base of the pole holds the gifts,"” Henri explained to Jessica. “"Music is provided by drums exclusively, not the frenzied dancing as shown on your American television movies, but slow, ritual dancing. It is much more seductive. Let''s sit over there, the service is about to begin."” He motioned her over to a row of benches encircling the poto mitan.

""Don''t you have to lead the service?"” Jessica asked Henri as she sat down next to him.

A few other men moved next to her on the bench as soon as they sat down. Very few outsiders are allowed, making an attractive girl all the more of a novelty.

""I will take part in the ceremony later on, but there is a La Place, or as you Americans would call, a master of ceremonies. You know Charisse, don''t you Jessica?""

Charisse brought over two drinks, one she handed to Jessica, the one that Henri had instructed her to give to her. She knew it contained special herbs and she hoped she would see Jessica humiliated, a fitting revenge for the ass-fucking she''d had to endure, when it should have been Jessica on the bed being sodomized by Henri.

""Yes, we are good friends."” Jessica took the drink from her. She took a sip of it, crème de cacao, a chocolate and vanilla flavor mixed with something else. She wasn''t sure what it was, but it was strong, her throat burning as it passed down.

""Do you like it, Jessica?"” he asked, taking a sip of his own drink. “"Drink some more,"” he urged her, watching as she placed the glass to her lips, taking a longer drink this time.

Jessica let the liquid run down her throat, warmth already running through her body. She had never drunk anything like this before. She saw that Henri was pleased, so she finished the glass. She barely had time before Charisse was back with another. “"Maybe I should wait on this one?"” she asked Henri.

""Nonsense, Jessica. I will make sure nothing bad happens to you. I promised Michael I would take care of you. Drink some more, the service is about to start.""

She drank the next glass rather quickly, the drums beginning, a sort of hypnotic rhythm that made her want to dance. She was already feeling a little light-headed, her limbs tingly. She went to lean back and almost fell over, forgetting that they were on a bench.

""Careful."” Henri caught Jessica before she tumbled backward. Her legs shot up, all of the males feasting their eyes on her as her robe pulled high up, hoping to catch a glimpse of her naked sex. He put his hand behind her, keeping her from falling off. He pulled her closer toward him, her body not resisting. “"Let me hold you to keep you from falling off."” His hand slid around her waist.

Jessica felt secure in Henri''s arms, tucked against him, his arm holding her tightly to him. “"Thank you,"” she said, looking up at him, his face a little foggy. She could feel his hand moving across her back to play against her waist, slowly moving back and forth, up and down, getting close to her unencumbered breasts. She noticed that her robe had ridden high up her thighs, barely covering her naked crotch. She looked at the men on the other side, their eyes glued to her naked legs. She went to pull it down, but Henri''s hand stopped hers.

""No, let me."” His other hand slid down to rest on her naked leg. “"Relax."” His hand moved up and down her naked leg.

Jessica shifted a little on the bench as Henri rubbed her leg. He made no effort to pull her robe down, instead seemed more interested in caressing her leg. “"Please, my robe,"” she begged him. She could hear the music become louder, some male members of the service moving up to the poto mitan and placing gifts on it, dancing slowly as they moved around the pole. A female joined them, a young girl of about twenty, her hips moving slowly to the beat of the drum. Jessica watched her body moving sensuously to the music, almost forgetting Henri next to her.

Henri continued to rub his hand on her leg, moving down between her tightly clenched thighs. “"Relax, let me spread your legs,"” he ordered her. She looked at him, her eyes already glazed over, merely nodding, the muscles in her legs suddenly relaxing. Henri looked at the man on the other side of her, nodding to him.

Jessica was mesmerized by the girl dancing, her body flowing to the music. One of the men around the pole moved in behind her, his body against hers, both of their hips moving in unison. His hands encircled her waist, drawing her closer, moving up to her breasts, rubbing them lightly as his hips rubbed against her ass. She did not protest, her eyes shut, entranced by the demanding drums. Jessica let her legs relax, feeling Henri''s hand move between them, grabbing and rubbing her tender inside thigh. She looked down at another hand moving over her other leg, slipping down between her thighs, pulling her leg outward. She seemed to be observing her own body from above, detached at what was happening to her, only a voyeur, watching it as it unfolded. The hands became more urgent between her thighs, pulling her legs outward, her robe sliding up higher.

""Lift your ass off the seat for a minute, Jessica,"” Henri ordered her, watching as she obediently did as she was told, Henri pulling her robe out from under her before she sat back down.

Jessica felt the cold, hard wood of the bench on her ass, not able to comprehend why, not understanding that her robe was pulled from underneath her, her naked ass now on the bench.

The man behind the girl was now cupping her sex in his palm as he ground his hips into her ass. Another man had joined them, standing in front of her, his hands reaching out to grab at her breasts, molding the flesh in his palms, clenching on the globes in time with the pounding of the drums. Jessica looked down, surprised to see her crotch naked, black hands contrasting with her white thighs, sliding up and down her smooth flanks, each time stopping before they touched her pussy. She squirmed a little when they began to pinch her thighs, tiny bits of her flesh squeezed between powerful fingers.

Henri looked at her naked pussy, her juices already glistening on her neatly trimmed bush. The herb he had given her would keep her sexually aroused even after multiple orgasms. “"Relax Jessica, I''m going to pull your pussy lips apart."” His fingers grabbed one puffy lip, the other man grabbed the other and they began to separate them, all eyes converged on her pink inner pussy as it was exposed.

Why are they doing that to her? Jessica wondered, seeing the two men spreading the girl''s pussy open. She looked down. It was her! She was so exposed. She looked around, others were watching her, all could see her sitting there, her legs pulled apart, naked from the waist down, her pussy exposed. She felt a fat finger push between her pussy lips, her ass arching up from the bench, trying to drive it in further. It felt so good, she didn''t even care whose it was, she just needed someone to touch her pussy. She was so hot.

Henri stuck a finger inside her pussy, feeling her hot, tight hole grip his finger tightly. She might have been fucked before, but not often. She was as tight as a virgin. She squirmed in her seat as he began to fuck her, her juices running freely over his finger as it plunged in and out of her pussy. “"Let''s get up and join the service now, Jessica,"” he said, pulling his finger from her wet pussy, wiping it on her inner thigh as he withdrew. He pulled her up by the arms, her robe falling temporarily back over her naked sex.

Charisse came over, offering Jessica another drink. Jessica could just barely hold the glass, moving it to her lips and drinking it down. It burned as it added to the warmth in her loins.

""Good girl, how are you feeling Jessica?"” Henri looked into her eyes, her pupils tiny spots, her eyes glazed over as if in a trance. “"Has the Iwa taken over your body?""

""It''s strange, as if I am not inside my own body, able to see what is happening to me, but unable to stop it. Where are we going?"” she asked as she was led over to the poto mitan.

The couple moved out of the way, giving Henri and Jessica the floor. Some of the others had followed them up, including Charisse.

Henri stood behind her, his hands on her hips, his body near hers. He leaned over her shoulder and whispered into her ear. “"Let your hips go and listen to the drums. Ignore everything else and concentrate on letting the drums guide your body."” He put his hands on her hips and began to roll her pelvis with the music, relaxing his grip as he felt her responding, moving on her own.

Jessica felt like a stripper, grinding her hips back and forth to the drums. Her upper body joined in, her breasts bouncing up and down in the confines of the robe, unfettered by a bra, her nipples rubbing on the rough material, turning into hard buds. She closed her eyes, her body gliding around the pole, Henri always near her.

Charisse came close to Jessica, leaning in next to her. “"Did you bring a gift for the gods?"” she asked her.

Jessica opened her eyes. She had nothing. She looked at Henri, “"I didn''t bring anything for the gods,"” she exclaimed, embarrassed at being unprepared, afraid of insulting Henri. “"What should I do?""

""You have something for the gods,"” Henri answered.

""What?""

""Your pussy, you can give your pussy to the gods. The gods will be pleased with a hot, tight pussy like yours.

""How?"” she exclaimed.

""Dance on the poto mitan, rub your naked pussy on it. The gods will love that,"” Charisse told her.

""Yes, Jessica, let me help you."” Henri pulled her robe up, exposing her naked ass to all, watching as she continued to roll her hips to the sound of the drums. “"Move closer."” He pushed her toward the pole.

Jessica looked around, all eyes feasting on her. Henri''s hands were at her waist, her robe gathered underneath them, her body naked from the waist down. She saw her hips moving so sensuously, grinding on air, moving to the beat of the drum as she saw the poto mitan only inches from her. It ran from the concrete base all the way up to the ceiling. It was a shiny metal, shimmering in the light. It was about four inches wide. “"Yes, if it will please the gods.""

Henri moved her closer, “"put your legs on each side of the pole, spread them out."” All eyes were on Jessica as her legs went around the pole.

Jessica hesitated as she spread her legs around the pole before moving her hips in, the cold metal shocking her super-heated sex, scalding her flesh, her pussy lips wrapped around the outside, pushed back by the metal pole. “"Mmmmm. “” She let her hips move up and down, feeling her inner pussy rub on the metal, wetting it with her juices as she fucked it. She felt Henri''s hands gripping her naked ass, helping her movements, making her slide up and down the slippery pole, her juices soaking it quickly.

""Such a good girl, Jessica. The gods will be pleased. Yes, rub up and down, let your clit touch the pole, pleasure the pole as you would a cock."” He felt her ass clench tight, as his finger slid between the cheeks, trapped, pressed up against her hot anus. “"Charisse, help Jessica with her top.""

Charisse moved next to Jessica, her fingers slowly unbuttoning the top of the robe, pulling it back as she did, exposing Jessica''s cleavage. I hope Henri fucks you in the ass as he did with me, she thought, assisting in Jessica''s public degradation.

Jessica impassively watched Charisse slowly bare her breasts, pulling the robe back until they bounced free of the material, her nipples already aroused. The other men gathered around her, wanting to catch a glimpse of her young white breasts, her big brown areolas and her hard, pink nipples. She continued to slide her pussy up and down the pole, pressing in harder, making sure her clit rubbed on the shiny metal. It felt so good. She pushed forward, harder, Henri''s finger pressing firmly against her clenched anus, spearing the tiny hole, entering her rectum, trapped by her sphincter. A pair of black hands reached up to her breasts, each nipple grabbed tightly by calloused fingers and squeezed painfully, twisting the tender flesh, nails accidentally digging into the nipple. And then she came, her pussy gushing all over the pole, her juices sliding down the shiny metal, her pussy lips mashed into the metal, her clit rubbing back and forth as her body shuddered.

Jessica didn''t care if they saw her, her orgasm too powerful to even try to hide it. She fucked her hips on the pole, painfully banging into it, the pain increasing the heights of her orgasm, making her lose all sense of her surroundings. She only wished she had a thick, hard cock inside her pussy, so empty, having to suffice with the cold impersonal metal pole sliding up and down her pussy and Henri''s thick finger moving around inside her rectum.

Henri could feel her orgasm as her sphincter clenched and unclenched on his invading finger, moving it around, fighting her muscle, making her cum even harder.

Henri had to hold her up after she had cum, her body slumping down. He knew that even though she had cum, she would be sexually aroused again within five minutes, the herbs he had given her heightening her senses. He let her robe slide back down over her hips, covering her lower body, his hands roaming over her breasts, rubbing her nipples before pushing them back into the robe, but not buttoning it back up. It would be a waste of time; he expected to have her stripped of the robe shortly.

""Henri, I''m sorry, I got carried away."” She seemed embarrassed at the way she performed before them.

""Do not worry, Jessica. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman having an orgasm. The gods were happy with your gift. In fact they would like more.""

""More? What do you mean?"” she asked, her unfocused gaze seeking Henri.

""We are going into the small building over there for a special ceremony. You are going to cooperate, aren''t you Jessica!"” Not a question, but a demand. “"You don''t want to offend the gods.""

Jessica walked between Henri and one of the other men over to the building. They were joined by Charisse. The door was opened before they arrived, entering as the lights were turned on. A bright spotlight shined on an altar in the center of the room, a large wooden structure over six feet long and about three feet wide. It was covered in a black plush material. The door closed on Jessica, Henri, Charisse and six other men. She would have been afraid if Henri was not there, but she knew that no harm would come to her. She was also feeling sexually aroused again. Even though she had cum ten minutes ago, she could feel the wetness between her legs.

""Over here, Jessica, get up on the altar,"” Henri ordered her, pushing her toward the large structure. “"Everyone have a seat while I get Jessica readied."” The others found chairs and dragged them near the altar.

""On it?"” she asked, confused.

""Yes, let me help you, sit down first with your feet over the edge."” He helped her up, watching as she scooted back on the soft cloth, her feet hanging down, her short robe riding up her naked legs. He pulled off her sandals and let them drop to the floor. “"Are you comfortable?""

Jessica was feeling a little more comfortable, the others content to sit back and watch. She rubbed her thighs together, her pussy longing for something to stimulate her again. She did not have to wait long. Henri''s hands returned to her naked legs, placing them on top, his hand gripping her tightly. “"What are you going to do?"” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer, more interested in the feelings his hands were already giving her.

""I am going to undress you. I want you naked on the altar."” He waited for her response.

""In front of them?"” she asked, pointing to the others.

""Yes, I am the Houngan. I do as I want.""

""Yes, Sir,"” she replied. She let her muscles relax as Henri''s hands pushed her legs outward, spreading her open.

His hands moved to the buttons at the bottom of her robe and began to open them one at a time. Jessica watched, her eyes glued to his fingers as if in a trance as her body was slowly revealed to him. He stopped when he got to her belly button, pushing the robe to the side, her sex naked.

""Are you going to fuck me, Sir?"” She felt his hands move up to her pussy, two fingers on each side of her pussy lips, peeling them back like an orange.

""Do you want me to?""

""Yes, please,"” she replied, embarrassed by her answer, but she had this feeling in her pussy that only a hard cock would relieve. “"And the others?""

""You might have to suck a few of their cocks. Can you do that?""

""I''ve only done it once and I wasn''t very good."” She hoped they wouldn''t make her do that. She had not liked it when the Senator had cum in her mouth, filling it with his hot, salty cum. It was so thick she could barely swallow without choking.

""Charisse will show you how. She is very good at it. And most of them will be fucking your mouth, not caring so much about your technique as the feeling of your sweet lips and hot mouth on their cocks.""

His fingers were nestled in the folds of her silky pussy, sliding up and down her slit. Pushing her lips aside, they ran over the slick sides, her juices already flowing freely. He moved two fingers up too, his thumbs peeling back her clit hood, exposing her red, hard clit. His herbs had made it swell to twice its normal size and become incredibly more sensitive. He felt her shiver when his finger grazed over it, snapping at the swollen nub. Her hips began to move slightly as he continued the exploration of her sweet pussy. “"I''m going to masturbate you in front of them first, before I fuck you. I want you wet. Will you give me some of your juices and cum for me in front of them?""

""Please,"” she moaned. “"No, please."” But her hips started moving, pushing on the fingers playing with her. Her mouth might be protesting, but her pussy wanted his fingers and cock more than anything else. Even if it meant being masturbated in front of strangers. She could not see them with Henri between her legs, blocking their view, but she knew they were there.

""Unbutton the rest of the robe, otherwise I will have to move my hands away from your pussy to do it. Do you want me to stop?""

Jessica''s hands moved up to the top of the robe, slowly unbuttoning it, one button at a time until she reached where he had stopped, one button holding the garment still around her breasts. She looked into his eyes, a smile on his face, a nod, telling her to obey. She opened the last one, the robe falling to the side, her naked breasts exposed.

""You have such a nice pair of tits, Jessica. You should be proud to show them. Such nice big, dark brown areolas and your nipples, like large pink erasers, hard and erect. That lovely white flesh surrounding them, so firm.""

""Now, Jessica, I want you to scoot up on the altar, on your knees, facing this way."” He picked her ankles up and swung them onto the altar before she could even protest. The robe fell backwards, Henri pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the altar before she could even raise her arms. “"Roll over and get on your knees, yes like that.""

Jessica tried not to look at the others watching her. Henri was no longer blocking their view of her and had stripped the only remaining garment from her body, tossing the robe to the floor. His hands moved her body around until she was facing the front, her palms clutching her naked breasts, pushing them into her chest, hiding them from their view. She saw their eyes piercing her naked sex, one hand shooting down between her legs to clutch her crotch, the other hand barely able to contain her ample breasts. Suddenly, she could not see Henri, only six pairs of male eyes penetrating her naked flesh and Charisse, watching her debasement, a smile on her face. “"Henri!"” There was panic in her voice when she could not see him.

""Behind you. Relax Jessica, I''m right here."” He had moved to stand behind the altar. He let her see him. “"Now rise up, I want your body tall."” He watched as she sat up on her knees, her legs still clenched tightly together, her hand pinned between her clenched thighs. She looked so beautiful, naked, her hands barely able to cover her sex and breasts, her body stretched out. “"That''s good. Now I want you to spread your legs open."” His hands moved around her waist and slid down to touch her thighs. He tapped them with his fingers.

Jessica looked down at Henri''s fingers touching her thighs, tapping on them. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her legs spread. And she knew that next he would order her to remove her hand. She would be completely exposed. She shuffled her knees outward, difficult to do and keep her hands in position but not topple over where she''d have to use her hands to stop her fall. His hands rubbed sensuously over her silky thighs, up and down, moving closer to her hand clenching her sex. She could feel her own wetness, her wanton nakedness driving her to higher heights. His fingers became more urgent, pushing out on her thighs, his strong fingers digging into her tender flesh.

""Yes, Jessica, more, I want them spread wide. If you want me to play with that sweet pussy, you are going to have to cooperate."” He ran his fingers up to her hand, moving it aside so he could touch her pussy, making her feel the pleasure again.

""Mmmm,"” she murmured as Henri''s fingers touched her again, her body quivering with excitement. She looked down, not wanting to see the men watching her, letting Henri push her legs wider apart, his hands moving to her knees and spreading them open.

""That''s so good, Jessica. Now remove your hand from your breasts. And look at the others as you do it. I want you to see how pleased they are when they see those luscious tits."” He pinched her thigh, making her yelp in protest, but her hand moved down to join the other one between her legs.

She looked up. Everyone was leering directly at her breasts. She felt Henri behind her, pushing on the middle of her back, forcing her to arch outward, her breasts rising up higher, the white mounds with their brown and pink tips standing up firmly.

Henri''s hands moved up from behind her again, this time dipping below her breasts and cupping the firm globes in his palm as if offering them as a sacrifice, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over the tips, the nipples turning harder and harder from his calloused fingers. “"So nice and firm, and such large, hard nipples."” He crushed them in his palms, flesh popping out through his fingers, her breasts more than ample. He released them, red marks already appearing from his muscular grip.

""Continue looking forward and remove your hands and place them at your sides. Show us your pink pussy,"” he ordered her. She hesitated, his hands sliding down over her taunt stomach before touching her fingers still clutching her sex. “"Now!""

Jessica had never been exhibited as fully as she was now. She saw all eyes focused between her legs as she knelt on the altar, her legs spread wide, alabaster breasts rising and falling from her heavy breathing highlighted by hard, erect nipples, her pussy again filled with Henri''s fat fingers, her lips gripping them tightly. It had felt so good when his fingers touched her clit. She couldn''t understand how she could be this way so soon after coming. But she wanted his finger back on her clit and there was only one way that it would happen. She let her body slide upward, rising up on her knees, her pussy gripping the fingers as they pulled out. When she felt the fingers almost leave her pussy, she pushed back down, this time further, feeling Henri twist his fingers as they plunged back inside her again, spreading her pussy as they stretched her open from the inside.

""Such a nice hot, tight pussy, Jessica. Fuck my fingers and I''ll make you cum."” Her body moved back up and then down, spearing her pussy on his fingers as he returned to her clit, snapping the bud back and forth hard, making her jerk from the pain but not protesting.

Up and down, she rode the fingers, her clit receiving the masturbation by his finger. “"Agh!"” she cried as she pressed her pussy down on the three fat fingers pushing inside her. They felt so big, the knuckles banging painfully on the walls of her pussy, twisting and turning as she fucked herself on them obediently.

She murmured quietly, rising up and down on the fingers, her juices glistening on his drenched fingers as they slid in and out of her pussy. She pushed forward with her hips, wanting to feel his fingers on her clit, mashing the red swollen bud hard against his fingers. “"Oh!"” she cried out, ready to cum. She didn''t care who saw her, she just had to fulfill the craving she had between her legs again. She had to cum. Pumping up and down, fucking herself on Henri''s fingers, her hips almost a blur as they moved faster and faster. “"Oh, God! Yes, make me cum again!"” Her breasts bounced up and down as she came, her body shuddering, her pussy clamping onto the fingers inside her, gripping them, refusing to let them go. Henri twisted and stretched his fingers open inside her, making her pussy painfully expand to accept them.

Her juices coated Henri''s fingers as she came all over them. Her pussy kept fucking up and down, grabbing tightly as she rode, the orgasm rushing over her body, trembling as she performed for them, coming as they watched her.

Jessica would have slumped down had it not been for Henri''s fingers still pushed up high inside her pussy, slowly twisting and turning, his fingers separating inside her, straining to push out on her constricting walls. Between her legs, fluid soaked the black plush material beneath her, her pussy lips still open, glistening with her juices. She looked up, all eyes still staring at her, her humiliation complete, forced to cum in front of them. But she did not have time to reflect, feeling Henri behind her remove his fingers from her pussy, leaving her empty again.

""Now lie down on the altar, Jessica. You are going to have to service Papa Ghede. He is the Iwa of death and resurrection. He is the lord of eroticism and he will manifest himself in me."” Henri helped Jessica rise up, her body stiff from the spread position, and laid her down on the altar lengthwise, her white skin highlighted against the black plush material beneath her.

Jessica looked to the side to see the six men and Charisse rise from their chairs and move toward the table. She put one hand over her breasts, trying to hide the naked flesh, the other between her legs, her thighs gripping her hand tightly, embarrassed again to be naked in front of them. She trembled in fear, knowing that Henri was going to fuck her now, in front of all of them. And she knew that he would make her cum again. Worse was that Henri had already told her that she would have to suck the others'’ cocks. Besides the Senator''s, when he forced his cock into her mouth, she had never sucked a man''s cock before, and now she was faced with the prospect of sucking six black cocks.

""Prepare her for me,"” Henri ordered the others. He moved out of sight.

""What do you mean, prepare me?"” Before she had a chance to react, the men were all over her body. Two quickly grabbed her arms, tearing them from her breasts, which shook as her arms were thrust up over her head, rising up, her nipples pointed upward. A black leather strap was wrapped around her wrists, her arms pulled straight back, forcing her back to arch up, her tits predominately displayed. She tugged but found her wrists were secured to something, pinned to the table.

""Put a small pillow in the hollow of her back, to make her tits stand out more,"” Charisse ordered one of them.

Jessica felt her body lifted up, a black pillow pushed underneath, her back now bowed, her breasts thrust out obscenely.

""Yes, that looks good. Papa Ghede will like that."” Charisse touched Jessica''s nipples, still hard and swollen. She pinched the tips, watching as Jessica clenched her lips in pain. “"Papa Ghede will love to see your tits bounce as he fucks you.""

Jessica looked away in shame as she felt two others grab her thighs, sinking their powerful hands into her tender flesh, pulling outward, her legs forced to spread, her knees bent, her legs pulled back. She did not want to see their expressions as her pussy was opened up and spread wide.

""Papa Ghede, Papa Ghede, Papa Ghede,"” the men began to chant as Henri reentered her vision.

Jessica looked over, Henri different now. Not only was he naked, but he seemed different, his eyes wide open, his expression one of lust, his hand stroking a large, brown cock. Jessica could not take her eyes off it. She looked in his other hand and saw something more ominous. He held what looked like a long piece of wood with a chicken claw on the end of it, with at least three very sharp pointed claws that stood out over an inch.

He moved between her legs, putting down a bowl on the altar.

""Henri, Henri, what are you going to do with that?"” She was getting scared now.

""Open her more,"” he ordered the men, ignoring her. They pulled back on her legs, forcing them to the side, her legs opened wide, almost at a right angle to the table.

Jessica groaned in pain as her legs touched the table next to her hips, feeling like her crotch was going to split up the middle.

Papa Ghede began to chant. His hand moved to the bowl, dipping his fingers in the red mixture, and moved between her legs to begin to paint her abdomen with a strange red design. His finger dragged the paint down until it reached the top of her pussy slit, pushing harder to get the red mixture on her skin beneath her bush. He moved up, his fingers tracing a circle around her areolas, almost like a target, both breasts now with a bright red circle highlighting her nipples.

One of the men picked up a small vial of liquid and, sticking his finger in the corner of Jessica''s mouth, poured the fluid inside, waiting until she swallowed it before releasing the hold he had on her head. He whispered in her ear, “"One effect of the fluid is that it will stimulate your salivary glands. We want to make sure your mouth does not get too dry. You are going to have to do a lot of sucking before you are finished.""

Jessica felt lightheaded again. The liquid left a bad taste, her mouth filling with saliva quickly. She watched as one of the other men moved toward her breasts, another vial in his hand. He dipped a brush into the liquid and moved toward her nipple. She felt the rough brush run around her areola, coating it with a fluid before moving onto her other nipple. The brush touched her nipple and it felt like it was going to burst. It went from feeling cold to gradually becoming warmer and warmer, like all of the blood was rushing from her body directly to her nipples. They looked almost purple, enlarged, with blood pulsing through them. She tugged on her arms, wanting to touch the buds, unable to even shift her body, the pillow still forcing her back to arch up.

""Now her pussy, prepare it for me,"” Papa Ghede ordered one of the men. He moved between her legs, two others on each side. They reached down, grasped her pussy lips, and began to spread them apart. With the obscene spread of her legs, her lips immediately began to pull tightly, stretching painfully from her body, the fingers gripping the puffy lips harder to maintain their grip.

""Pull her clit hood back."” Fingers on each side of her clit pushed down and outward, her clit revealed, the dark red clitoris vulnerable. The paintbrush moved around her clit, as her hips rose up, trying to get the brush closer, hoping to get it to move over the swollen clit. She did not have to wait long, and a low moan came from her lips as the rough brush washed the liquid on her clitoris.

Jessica she felt a warm, tingly feeling hit her clit. “"What are you doing?"” Her nipples and now her clit began to heat up. From gentle warmth, they now started to feel hotter. Jessica wanted to rub them to make it go away, but her bound arms over her head stopped any movement.

Charisse moved next to Jessica, her hands turning her head toward the other side.

Jessica opened her eyes and was staring at the largest black cock she had ever seen. It was so close it looked like an eye staring at her, the bulbous head inches from her mouth.

""Time to learn how to suck cock, Jessica. Maybe that will take your mind off your nipples and clit. The burning will get worse but will eventually wear off. There isn''t anything you can do to stop it. Now open up your mouth and I will teach you how to service a cock."” She put her fingers into the corner of Jessica''s mouth, letting it play down her lips, feeling the saliva fill her mouth. “"Open up. Time to take his cock inside your hot little mouth,"” she ordered her.

Jessica let her mouth be opened, drool running down her chin, having to continue swallowing to stop the flow of saliva. She felt the hot, fleshy cock rub over her lips as it slowly pushed forward into her mouth. She opened wider, the cock stretching out her lips as it continued to push in. She let her tongue run over the tip as Charisse instructed her, feeling the cock come alive, jerking in her mouth. She tasted a drop of pre-cum on the cock, the heavy, salty fluid mixing with her saliva to spread throughout her mouth.

""This is the smallest one, Jessica. You are going to have to take bigger cocks than this before you are finished. He is enjoying your hot, tight mouth around his cock. How does it feel to suck a strange cock?"” Charisse grabbed Jessica''s head and began to move it up and down on the cock, her hand curled tightly in her hair, fucking her face on the cock. “"Keep your lips tight around it, Jessica, that''s good, suck now, draw it into your mouth.""

Her cheeks drew in, the cock pulled deeper into her mouth until the cock head pushed out on her cheek from the inside. It felt strange having the cock in her mouth, she could feel the flesh throbbing and jerking each time her tongue touched it. She ran her tongue up the side of it, feeling every bump and ridge on it before swirling her tongue around the ridge of his head. She felt it jerk again. Her tongue moved to the very tip, pushing into the hole, tasting the cum leaking from it as she let her tongue flutter over it, slapping back and forth. She could feel him groaning, his hips pushing forward, more cock being fed into her mouth.

""Relax now, Jessica. You are going to have to take it deeper. He won''t be happy until he can feel your throat wrapped around his cock."” Charisse pulled Jessica''s head back, making sure her throat was straight, so that she would be able to deep throat it. She knew that it would gag and choke her, but she wanted to get even for the ass rape she suffered in her place. She placed her hand on Jessica''s throat, wanting to feel the cock as it entered it. She pushed on the back of Jessica''s head, making her take more of the cock.

The cock head hit the back of her throat and she gagged for the first time. Charisse was relentless, not letting her back off, the cock sitting in the opening, her gagging continuous now, her stomach churning. The cock pushed forward, her throat opened by the sheer force of it as it felt like she was swallowing a leg of lamb, the hard cock moving deeper inside her.

Charisse patted Jessica''s face, seeing the tears running, her eyes opening wide in terror each time she gagged, unable to breathe as the cock pushed slowly into her gullet. She had learned the same way, by sheer force. “"Yes, so good, you can''t imagine how good his cock feels inside your throat. Breathe through your nose, you''ll get use to it. You''ll have to,"” she laughed.

Jessica panicked. She could no longer breathe. She sucked in as much air as she could through her nose, feeling his hot, heavy ball sack resting on her chin, her mouth completely engulfing the cock. She was relieved when it pulled from her throat, sucking in a big breathe of air, but it was short lived. As soon as the head was captured by her lips, he shoved with his hips and pushed it back in, forcefully entering her throat again, Charisse''s hands held her tightly, preventing her from stopping the face fuck.

""Don''t worry, they won''t last long. They''ve never had a young, white girl suck their cock before, especially throat fucking one. They''ll cum in you or on you before you know it.""

Jessica could feel the vein in the cock throbbing, and knew that Charisse was right. She could feel that he was ready to cum, afraid that he would dump his load inside her mouth. She heard him moan, and his hands reached down to her breasts, fingers twisting her nipples painfully. He pulled his cock out, his hand pumping up and down on it as was placed inches from her nose. She could see the hole opening and she felt the first ropey batch of cum shoot out, landing with a splat on her lips, the hot semen feeling like it was burning her skin. The hand pumped the cock over and over, two more loads of cum dripping from her face before it grew limp.

Clarisse ran her fingers over Jessica''s face, scooping up the load of cum and placing it inside her mouth. “"Don''t want to waste any,"” she said, laughing at Jessica''s misfortune.

Jessica tasted the thick, salty cum in her mouth, the awful taste. Her mouth was temporarily empty, her mind focused on the burning on her nipples and clit. At least the last one had grabbed her nipples, giving temporary relief, even though his fingers were brutal to her tender flesh. A hard cock was placed on her lips again. Her mouth opened in response, this one bigger, her lips opening wide to allow it to enter. Her tongue began to move about the head, wanting to get it over with quickly. He was horny like the last one, eager to shove his cock into the white girl''s mouth, eager to make her suck his cock. He grabbed her head and pushed it down on his cock. Her throat opened for the rubbery head, choking as she swallowed it, her throat beginning to spasm on the thick meat. It only took a few minutes of running her tongue over it before she heard the familiar groan and felt the cum shoot out. This time he let it stay in her mouth. She choked as the first load of cum shot to the back of her throat, the heavy fluid gagging her. She swallowed quickly, her mouth filling repeatedly as he continued to cum.

Papa Ghede moved between her legs, his cock fisted in his hands. “"Hold her legs while I insert the fig inside her.""

Jessica had already made five of the men cum. The sixth one stood next to her, rubbing his cock all over her lips and cheeks. His cock was huge, the bulbous head looking like it would not fit into her mouth without tearing her lips.

Papa Ghede grabbed the suppository and placed it on her anus, feeling the heat from her body already melting it. He had to work fast. He pushed his finger inside her anus. Her body jerked, the men doing their job of holding her tight. He used two fingers to stretch her tiny anus open, hearing her groan in pain. He used his other hand to stick the suppository inside the gaping hole, making sure it moved into her rectum before releasing her anus, trapping the suppository inside her. It would do no good for her to try to push it out, having probably already melted in her hot rectum. The burning started instantaneously, the special herb he used irritating the tender anal tract almost like a hot pepper.

""Take it out!"” she begged, the pain mixing with the burning of her nipples and clit. But this was different from the others. Her anus clenched tightly in response to the terrible burning, unable to control her own bodily functions, tightening shut, the pucker of her anus pulling in. She felt it relax again, her anus pushing out, the burning more painful. Her anus clamped again, her tiny pucker clenching shut. She felt fingers on either side of her anus and knew Papa Ghede was watching her anus dance to the terrible burning. “"Make it stop, please make it stop!"” she cried out.

Papa Ghede pushed two fingers inside her soaking wet vagina just in time to feel her sphincter clench tight, her pussy grabbing the fingers at the same time. It felt like she was going to squeeze all the blood from his fingers, the pressure gripped so tight. “"It will last about twenty minutes, Jessica. Long enough for me to fuck you. The tightening of your sphincter makes your pussy tense up at the same time. It will be a very pleasurable experience for me, your pussy walls clamping and clutching on my cock, massaging it. I will try to hold out as long as possible, wanting to enjoy your hot, tight pulsating pussy on my cock. Now open your mouth and suck the last cock."” He fisted his cock and letting it run up and down her labia, her juices coating him, running over her clit, feeling her shudder before her sphincter clamped down again.

She couldn''t control herself, her pussy and sphincter clenching and unclenching. Her legs were released, with some relief from the muscles being painfully stretched open, but the burning in her rectum was overcoming her senses. The cock entered her mouth. Her lips stretched painfully wide, the cock filling her mouth until she thought the corner would tear. She let her tongue run over the head, a natural response now, hoping to make him cum quickly like the others. Dried cum was on her face, her mouth filled with the overpowering taste of the semen.

She felt Papa Ghede move between her legs, lifting them up behind the knees, spreading her wide open again, his cock placed against her vagina. She clenched again, her anus puckering. As soon as her body relaxed, Papa Ghede''s cock pushed inside her vagina, her tiny opening having to stretch wide, the layer of skin turning white as it spread open.

When he felt her begin to clench again, he forcefully pushed his cock inside her, feeling her pussy walls straining to force it out. It was a losing battle for her. His cock was like steel, pushing inside her hot, tight pussy. “"I can feel your pussy fighting me, Jessica. It feels so good."” He pulled out as her body relaxed again until only the head was inside her, then thrust back in again, this time going deeper. Her hips rose up as she clenched her sphincter, her pussy pleasuring his cock like no other. He looked up at her, her eyes wide as her lips were stretched over a large cock pushed deep into her oral cavity, her throat bobbing up and down as she choked and gagged on the hard flesh. He pushed with his hips, fucking her until his cock banged painfully against her cervix, her body ground into the altar.

Jessica''s hips rose up from the altar as she once again involuntarily clenched tight, gripping the bar of flesh inside her, squeezing tightly, anything to stop the terrible burning in her backside. She knew that her pain was giving him such great pleasure, unable to stop the convulsions of her sphincter. He pulled his cock out of her pussy as she gripped it; feeling like it was dragging out her insides before thrusting back as she relaxed her sphincter.

Her breasts shook on her chest as his thrusts became more violent, rocking his cock back and forth inside her, making her take all of him in brutal plunges. His fingers had found her clit, rubbing it back and forth, moving to the side so when he fucked in, he rubbed his body against her clit, then the finger would return again. The cock in her mouth backed out of her throat, but stayed in her mouth. Jessica knew what she had to do. She let her tongue flutter back and forth over the tip until she felt it throb. She sucked it in deep as she felt it shoot, filling her mouth again with cum, choking, cum shooting out her nose as her mouth overflowed with the vile fluid.

Papa Ghede was enjoying the fuck. Her pussy giving him so much pleasure, but he could not last any longer. She was like a virgin, her pussy so tight, but also like a whore squeezing his cock with her pussy, a seasoned professional. He plunged inside her, burying it deep against her cervix, waiting until he felt his cum rise up from his swollen balls, run hot through the thick vein and shoot out, filling her pussy. She clenched and unclenched on his cock, Papa Ghede not moving, allowing her to do all the work of dragging the cum from his balls. He was not disappointed, the orgasm she drew from him the best he had ever felt. The fig had done its job well. He rubbed her clit harder as she bucked up and down, squeezing his cock as she came when he did. His hot cum shot out in her pulsating pussy, her juices running and mixing with his, her pussy now soaking wet.

He pulled his cock from her with a pop, cum dripping from her swollen labia, running down her inner thighs. He looked at her face—cum dripping from the corner of her mouth, her head slumped to the side, too exhausted, having passed out. The pleasure and the pain too much for her. They dressed her and got into a cab. No one saw Henri bring her into the back of the house, carrying her directly to her bedroom. He stripped off her clothes, bathing her body gently with a washcloth before putting her under the sheets. He turned off the lights, leaving her sleeping soundly, but not before pulling the sheet back and gently stroking his cock as he gazed at her naked body, coming on the washcloth.





Chapter Nine

The Punishment Room

Jessica woke early, feeling as if she had slept for days. Her body was so relaxed, but she couldn''t seem to remember what happened at the Voodoo ceremony. Yes, she remembered going, but after the drinks, her recollection was foggy. Short brief images popped in her head, something about the pole in the center and the vision of strange men standing over her naked body filled her mind. But she wasn''t sure if these were actual events or just erotic dreams.

Henri was sitting at the table drinking coffee when she walked into the kitchen. His cock rose as he saw her luscious body inside the white dress.

""Good morning, Jessica. Did you sleep well?"” He smiled and silently added, I know I did after filling your sweet pussy with my cum.

""Yes Sir, but I don''t seem to recall much of yesterday. What happened, Sir?"” She had a puzzled look on her face.

""I''m not surprised you don''t remember, you were mounted by an Iwa.""

""What did I do? Did I embarrass you?"” Jessica looked afraid that she might have made a fool out of herself and that would have an effect on diminishing Henri''s power as a Houngan.

""No, you were mounted by an erotic Iwa. Besides some very sexy dancing, you were a perfect lady. My flock welcomes you back anytime you want to return.""

Jessica smiled, pleased that she did not make a fool out of herself. She only wished she remembered more of it. “"Do all that are mounted not remember what happened?""

""In most cases. You might have some visions, but it is hard to tell whether they are real or fantasy. Have a good day. I have work to do, have to make sure the employees don''t steal everything."” He left Jessica eating her breakfast before meeting with Jerome.

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The next week went quickly, the Master being away on a trip. Jessica hoped for his return, remembering how he had made her cum, and the deeper desire inside her of his threat to “"punish"” her. Jerome took to Jessica as though she was his mother, hugging and kissing her when they played. Even Charisse seemed to be nicer to her. Whatever her problem had been, she seemed to have gotten over it.

They were playing in the sunroom one afternoon when Jessica caught a glimpse of Michael out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look, a mistake as Jerome, running over expecting Jessica to grab him and pick him up, instead landed on top of her, both tumbling to the floor in a mass of arms and legs.

Michael looked down at them, laughing, seeing Jessica''s naked legs, her dress almost above her waist, Jerome on top of her laughing as well. “"I seem to find you this way often, Jessica."” His eyes were on her panty-covered crotch.

Jessica blushed. He was right; she always seemed to have her skirt above her waist when she was around him, always looking like she was trying to entice him. She hugged Jerome, getting up, letting her dress fall back down over her legs. “"Sorry, Sir, you both caught me off balance.""

""I like that, keeping you off balance.""

Charisse came into the room. “"You wanted me, Master?""

Michael looked at Jessica. “"Yes, please take Jerome to the beach for a couple of hours,"” he ordered Charisse. He picked up Jerome. “"You go to the beach with Charisse and tomorrow we will go into town and go shopping for some new toys,"” he said, kissing his cheek, not waiting for or expecting a reply.

Charisse picked Jerome up and walked from the room, leaving Jessica alone with Michael, a little apprehensive. “"May I go, too, Sir?""

""Yes. But go back to your room and remove your garter belt and stockings. Then go to the last room on the left of the main hallway. Remove your dress and stand in the center of the room, your hands behind your head, your elbows out, your legs parted, presenting yourself to me. I will be with you shortly. We have some unfinished business to take care of. I have been waiting all week for this. Do you understand?"” He stared at her eyes.

""Unfinished business, Sir?"” She felt her pussy getting wet. Was he finally going to punish her?

""I am going to punish you, as I promised. And while this is going on, you will address me as Master,"” he said sternly.

""Yes, Sir, I mean, Master,"” she quickly corrected herself, then added in a voice barely above a whisper, “"I''m afraid, Master.""

""You should be."” He left her standing in the room.

She quickly went to her room, taking off her dress so she could remove her garter belt and stockings. She knew that he did not want them in the way, that he would probably strip her naked. She let her hand slip inside her panties, her finger running up and down her slit, her pussy already soaking wet. God, how could she be so wet when she knew whatever he was going to do to her would hurt? Or maybe that was why she was wet. She pulled her hand out, not wanting to cum, hurriedly running out of her room toward the main hallway. She slowed to a walk when she reached the long hallway, her heels clicking on the marble floors until she reached the last room on the left. She stood at the doorway, her hand pausing on the doorknob, knowing that once she entered, she could not leave of her own free will.

Jessica was shocked when she entered the room. She had expected to enter Michael''s bedroom, or at least a bedroom, but this was different. It was a playroom, but not like Jerome''s, this was for grown ups, grown-up men. There was a large overpowering four-poster bed, heavy scrolled posters in each corner filling the center of the room. More ominous were the leather cuffs secured to each corner, attached with short pieces of leather strapping. There were other pieces of furniture, if you could call them that. There was a large, leather-covered bench bolted tightly to the floor, about waist high, metal rings on the legs and also on the floor in front and back. A large wooden chair was also bolted to the floor, heavy armrests with leather cuffs dangling from the legs. The most interesting part was the seat, or lack of it. Only tiny edges of wood lined it, the center was open, leaving whomever was secured in it with their bottom and sex completely exposed.

A large cross constructed of heavy beams was in one corner, the cross piece, the base and the floor behind it all adorned with cuffs, a large protruding block of wood pushed out from the center facing the front. She could only imagine being secured in that, the block of wood forcing out her breasts to whatever mistreatment could be devised.

A glass-front cabinet was jammed with various types of paddles, whips, floggers and other instruments, many she could not even fathom the use of. A wide collection of dildos in various sizes from small to large, some with large protrusions, bumps that would make entry very painful. And then there were the clamps, shiny metal glimmering in the light, chains running between them, the teeth hard and sharp.

What she thought was going to be a simple spanking now took on a more ominous threat. This was a room designed for elaborate punishment. This was the room where Henri and Michael must punish the more errant employees. Was she sent here just to scare her, or was she to be subjected to more extreme punishment? It really wasn''t important; she was here and didn''t have much choice in the matter. She had already subjected herself to humiliation and sexual abuse to get here, with the Professor, the Senator and the military. It was too late to change her mind and go home.

She unbuttoned her dress, noticing the mirrored-covered walls, purposely placed so the victim would be able to see her own humiliation from anywhere in the room. She pulled the dress from her body, placing it on the bed. She stood in the center of the room, staring at the mirror in front of her as she submissively thrust her hands behind her neck, interlacing her fingers. She watched her bra-encased breasts push up as her elbows moved to the side. She parted her legs, her panties getting tighter between her legs. She spread them further until she could discern the line of her pussy lips beneath her panties, pleased at the sight of her own body as she displayed herself for the Master. She stood there, waiting, her thoughts running over what she would look like in the various pieces of equipment in the room, or how they would feel on her body. She looked at the bed, wishing she were spread on it, Michael''s cock inside her, fucking her hard as she desired.

Michael stood outside the room, having seen Jessica enter. He wanted her to wait. The suspense was usually far worse than the reality, though he doubted Jessica had even an inkling of what he was going to subject her to. He let her wait at least ten minutes before he entered. Her mind was surely going over the endless options. He turned the handle and slowly entered the room, the sight of Jessica the first thing that greeted his eyes. Her young body was displayed as he requested, her perky tits pushed out, her legs parted, her panties pushed between her pussy lips, probably already wet in anticipation.

""Do I please you, Master?"” Jessica smiled as she said it.

""No, but I am sure you will."” Michael took the advantage, not letting Jessica''s sexuality get the upper hand. He moved close to her, his hand caressing her naked, taut stomach, feeling her flinch as his fingers touched her skin. He let his hand cup one of her breasts, enjoying the feel of her firm breast in his palm, hefting it, feeling its weight, all the while staring directly into her eyes. His other hand moved to her other breast, both hands now squeezing the firm flesh.

""Such lovely tits, Jessica. Remove your bra for me, let me see them."” He waited while she reached behind her, unsnapping the tiny bra. He moved his hands to the straps, letting them slide down her arms, grabbing the bra in the center, pulling it down, her naked breasts exposed. “"Arms back up again, Jessica. Show me how well your tits stand up for my inspection,"” he ordered her.

Jessica did as she was ordered, apprehensive about her punishment, not wanting to provoke him any more. She laced her hands behind her head again, elbows out, back arching forward, her young, youthful breasts proudly erect on her chest. She watched his fingers and hands return, his palms encasing the firm flesh, his fingers playing back and forth over her nipples, slapping at them, making them harder.

Michael dug his fingers into her nipples, twisting them, watching the expression on her face, seeing her clench her lips as he pulled roughly. “"Does it bother you when I abuse your sensitive nipples, Jessica? You might grimace in pain, but your nipples get harder. You seem to like the pain. That is a good thing, the pleasure and the pain. I will give you both.""

He grabbed her nipples tightly between his fingers and pulled her forward. “"Time for a spanking, Jessica, over here,"” he said, making her follow him over to the chair, her nipples stretching painfully out when she did not move fast enough for him. He sat in the chair, pulling her over to him. “"Lie down over my lap, head to the floor. Just like a naughty little girl.""

Jessica felt his hand on her naked back urging her down over his lap. She got a little dizzy when her head went toward the floor, the blood rushing to her brain. Her breasts hung down, his hand smoothing over her near naked haunches. She could feel his cock pushing up against her stomach, squirming to get better situated.

""Such a lovely ass you have, Jessica. I''ve noticed it often in the dresses you wear. You have a nice sway as you walk, very sexy. Will it dance when my cock is in your asshole? Will you make it sway back and forth to pleasure me?""

Her pussy got wetter when he spoke of taking her in the ass. She''d had only fingers there, but she''d learned to like the feeling of fullness they gave her. They hurt sometimes, but she knew the masochistic feeling was part of the thrill. “"I will do whatever you desire, Master.""

His hands moved over her ass cheeks, the flesh soft and firm beneath his fingertips. He traced a line up and down her crack, pushing her thin panties into the opening. She trembled each time his fingers passed over her panty covered anus. He pulled his hand up, then slapped it hard on one cheek, the sound echoing in the room as it connected with her flesh.

It stung, stung bad. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out in pain, a muffled gasp of pain still coming from her lips. The Captain had spanked her; the Professor had spanked her. Men seemed to enjoy it. She doubted that this would be the last time it would happen to her. The hand returned to lovingly caress her near-naked ass cheeks as if it was soothing away the pain. Back and forth over her ass cheeks, fingers sliding up and down her ass crack, pushing the silky panties between her cheeks. She felt the hand move away as she braced for the inevitable slap again. She was not disappointed, her other cheek the recipient this time, even harder. She could not hold back and cried out.

Michael''s cock jumped at the sound of her pain, pleased as his hand returned to her ass cheeks, feeling the heat rising from her skin where it had been spanked. Soon he would strip off her panties, able to see how red he made her sensitive skin.

""It stings doesn''t it, Jessica? While you were readying yourself for your punishment, I''m sure you saw the different whips and paddles in the cabinet. Each will bring a different type of pain when used on the flesh. Just when you think your body is numbed to the pain, a new, more intense torment can be inflicted. I can keep your body in constant agony for hours. You will also find pleasure in this. The pain and pleasure will mix. You will find yourself accepting the pain in order to receive the pleasure. If you please me, I will reward you with my cock."” Two quick, powerful slaps to her ass, caught her off guard, her body jerking on his lap, her stomach rubbing sensuously against his pounding cock.

Her whole bottom was stinging now, each successive slap touching new places, the pain radiating from her ass. She mumbled something, and was rewarded with two more slaps, both on the same cheek, the second one more powerful than the first. She squirmed, her pussy sliding over his hard cock. Yes, she wanted it; she wanted his cock so bad that she would allow him to do anything to her body. And she knew that he would force her to accept whatever punishment he would extract from her body. She arched up her ass, presenting it for his hand.

""Yes, that''s a good girl, Jessica."” Slap, slap. His hand beat hard on her upthrust ass cheeks. “"I like that in a girl. Arch up again.""

His large hands played over her ass, continuing to slap at her tender flesh, each time making her present her ass for further punishment, feeling the heat radiating from her flesh. As though he couldn''t wait any longer, his hand slipped inside her tiny panties.

Jessica thought she would cum as soon as his hand touched her naked ass. She looked in the mirror, seeing her own reflection, ashamed at how she looked. Her half-naked body was stretched over his lap, her head hanging down, her breasts stretching downward to the floor. His hand moved around inside her panties as she squirmed like a schoolgirl in heat. She relaxed as his fingers moved between her cheeks, his rough, calloused finger sliding up and down the crack, her body shivering in fear and excitement as it lightly touched her anus.

""Such a tiny hole, Jessica."” Michael let his fingers slide down lower, moving to her pussy, her juices coating his fingers as soon as he touched her hot flesh. “"Are you ready to cum, Jessica?""

""Yes, Master, please, please make me cum,"” she begged, pushing her pussy into his fingers. Even the pain still radiating from her ass could not stop the pleasure she was feeling.

""Stand up and remove your panties."” He watched her as she struggled to rise from his lap, her abdomen rubbing over his cock as she did. He was not sure if this was by accident or she was teasing him. She bent over, lowering her panties down her legs, kicking them off her feet. “"Turn sideways,"” he ordered her.

Jessica did not wait for any further orders. She turned to the side, catching her reflection in the mirror. She raised her arms up, interlacing them behind her neck again, thrusting her breasts out for him. She spread her legs, watching as her pussy lips spread apart, her dew reflecting off the bright lights in the room. She looked like a shameless slut, trembling as she waited for his hands to return to masturbate her.

His right hand returned to her ass, his left hand grabbing her sex. Two fingers pushed between her puffy lips until they found her vagina, sliding in on her juices, feeling her rise up on her toes as her pussy engulfed the fingers. He slapped her ass. “"Lower your toes to the floor. Impale your pussy on my fingers. Push them in deeper.""

The fingers pushed inside her, bowing out her legs even farther as she fucked herself on them, her feet finally flat on the floor again. He gave another sharp sting to her ass, driving her hips forward, forcing her pussy to receive the fingers more deeply. He slipped a finger up to her clit, snapping at the engorged flesh, the fingers inside her moving around, his knuckles rubbing harshly on her clenching walls.

His other hand slipped between her cheeks, pushing on her anus until he felt her sphincter relent, then he sank the top of his finger into her rectum, feeling the hot tightness of her asshole. She squirmed, her hips moving back and forth, her pussy swallowing the fingers, pushing backwards, forcing his finger deeper into her asshole, her throaty groans of pain as her asshole was stretched open.

Michael knew that she would not last much longer. He pulled his finger out of her asshole, feeling her sphincter grabbing it as he did. He pulled one of her legs back farther, leaving her tender inner thighs unprotected. He smacked the flesh, the sharp bite making her body jerk as his hand slapped close to her wet pussy.

Jessica felt so full. His thick fingers moved around inside her as his hand began to slap her inner thighs. It hurt terribly, the sensitive skin unused to such cruel treatment. His hand began to move about her lower body, slapping all of her skin, moving from her inner thighs, up to the juncture of her pussy and anus, slapping her perineum with two fingers before moving back to her ass cheeks with his whole palm, powerful slaps jolting her body back and forth on the fingers masturbating her pussy.

She watched in the mirror, his hand descending on her body, bracing herself for the pain, her pussy clamping tight on the fingers as her body clenched in anticipation. Now she knew why men loved to spank girls. It forced them to tighten their bodies, gripping whatever was placed inside their holes. She could only imagine how tight her pussy would be on his cock instead of his fingers, if it were inside her. The thought of her pain bringing such pleasure was all she needed to send her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on the fingers as Michael''s hand continued the staccato slapping of her ass cheeks, her pussy now clenched tight as she came, and came as she had never done before, the pain in her ass mixing with the pleasure his fingers were giving her as he masturbated her. He seemed to be able to foresee each orgasm, his hand slapping her ass harder just before her orgasm hit, the pain shooting to her brain at the same time as the pleasure of her orgasm did. She saw herself in the mirror, her hips jerking back and forth as her body was unable to comprehend the dual feelings.

Michael pushed three fingers inside her pussy and her juices flowed out all over his hand. He continued the abuse of her ass, his palm slapping back and forth over her cheeks. When he obviously felt she could cum no longer, he let one finger slide over her anus and slip painfully and swiftly inside her asshole. Her sphincter and anal walls tightened on the digit, trying to force it out. Her hips drove forward, three fingers pushed deep inside her. He bent his finger inside her asshole, stretching out the virgin hole, making her feel the fullness and pain.

Jessica thought she was exhausted from coming so much when she was swiftly impaled on Michael''s finger, her asshole forced to take the dry finger painfully up her rectum. The pain was all she needed to drive one last orgasm from her body. Her pussy was forced by her bucking hips to take the fingers deeper inside her, hitting a spot that drove her over the edge again, an orgasm ripping through her body. Her legs could no longer hold her body upright any longer, and she slumped down onto Michael''s lap. His finger ripped painfully from her asshole, his fingers still inside her clenching pussy.

Michael cradled her body. Jessica sobbed quietly, while his fingers continued to rub up and down the folds of her pussy. “"Relax for a few minutes, Jessica. Then it will be time to pleasure me.""

Jessica felt comfortable in Michael''s arms, his fingers still gently rubbing up and down her pussy slit. Even though she had already had multiple orgasms, she still felt a stirring between her legs as his fingers continued the gentle masturbation of her pussy. She clenched her thighs together, trapping his finger, clenching her pussy, letting him feel her.

""Ah, I see you are ready again, Jessica. Such a responsive body you have. It was made for pleasure,"” he laughed. “"Over here. I have such lovely things I''m going to do to your body, but I want you bound and spread this time.""

Jessica let him pull her over to the leather bench. There were two heavy metal rings in the floor, and Michael picked up some leather straps as they moved toward it. She felt his hands on her hips, turning her back to the bench.

""Turn around and spread your legs out for me, Jessica. Get them as close to the rings as possible.""

The rings must have been spaced out over four feet wide; her legs gaped to even get close to reaching them. Her pussy was spread wide, the slightly inflamed inner lips a darker red from the constant masturbation by his fingers. She watched him in the mirror, bending down behind her, wrapping the supple leather straps around her ankles, securing them tightly with double knots, pulling the first strap through one of the rings. She had expected him to spread her wide to it, but he stretched her only to about two feet from the ring. He pulled her other leg outward, making her spread wider to reach the desired width, pulling the leather strap through the ring and tying it, leaving at least two feet of leather strap on this one as well. She even shuffled her legs closer together, to relieve the ache from being so spread.

""Now your wrists, Jessica."” He grabbed one wrist and tied a long leather strap around it before proceeding onto the next one, the straps hanging uselessly. She was puzzled. It was not what she had expected. Michael stood behind her, his hands on her waist. “"Now let your body go limp and relax. Trust me.""

Confused, she did as he ordered, feeling his hands holding her upright. She felt her body being pulled backwards, the leather straps on her legs beginning to lose the slack. When they reached the end of the strap, Michael began to lower her upper body backwards, her body tightening in response.

""Relax, it will be over soon, Jessica.""

Her body surrendered to his will, and he lowered her until her back hit the leather bench. He used her weight, bending her backwards as he moved behind the bench. The bench was just a foot wide, her skin sticking and sliding noisily as he continued to pull her backwards over its leather seat.

Now she understood his intentions. The narrow leather bench kept the center of her body neatly arched up, leaving her sex exposed front and back, the leather straps in the rings keeping her spread wide and precariously balanced. He drew her arms behind her, fanned out to each side and secured the straps to the rings behind her, leaving her head and upper body lower than the bench.

Michael secured a thick leather belt around her waist, securing her to the bench; unable to move from side to side, pinned tightly to the bolted bench. He looked down at her body, pleased at the sight. “"Look up, Jessica. See just how provocatively you are displayed.""

In the mirrors on the ceiling, she scrutinized her body stretched out tightly as if she were drawn and quartered, her legs and arms pulled tightly to the far corners. The bench gave little support for her body, the main purpose only to keep her sex raised up and exposed. She had to pull her head upright, gravity forcing it backwards almost to the floor.

Her body was arched up almost three feet from the floor, with her arms and legs bowed downward. She tried to move her hips to get more comfortable, but the thick leather belt around her waist kept her bound fast to the bench. She felt surprise and relief when Michael held her head upright.

He turned her head toward him and she saw him, or at least she saw his cock. He was crouching beside her, naked, his cock magnificent, everything she had dreamed of. It was nearly eight inches long and two inches wide. The helmet was a dark red, with a ridge running around it, tapering down to the shaft, thick veins running up the sides. Beneath his cock hung a pair of swollen balls each one filled with his cum. She licked her lips, greedy to have it inside her mouth.

""You are an eager one."” He watched as she licked her lips. He squatted over her face, letting his scrotum settle on her lips. “"Open your mouth and take my balls into them.""

Jessica hungrily opened her mouth. Michael pushed in first one then the other, her lips having to stretch wide, her cheeks bulging outward as he filled her oral cavity. She opened her eyes, his anus above her, her mouth stuffed with his heavy balls. She ran her tongue over him, sucking in the flesh, feeling the balls heavy in their sacks. She had never done this before, only recently having been forced to suck a cock. She hoped she pleased him as she sucked and licked the male flesh inside her mouth.

Michael felt the thrill of her hot mouth and tongue. He allowed her continue to play for a few minutes before he pulled out of her mouth, down her face and lowered his ass onto her mouth. “"Stick your tongue out and rim my asshole.""

""No!"” she cried out. Her moan was the only sound as he pushed his ass into her face, crushing her beneath him, sliding his asshole back and forth over her tightly clenched lips.

Michael heard her muffled scream when he used the kangaroo stinger on her left breast. The evil whip had seventy-five tresses, each one-eighth of an inch wide. It completely encircled her breast, each individual tress seeking out her tender flesh, some stinging her areola, others biting painfully into her already hard nipple. Before she had a chance to recover he slapped at her right breast. Her body shook and trembled, the bondage holding her tightly spread as the seventy-five tresses again and again stung her tender flesh.

She could not believe how much pain was being inflicted on her. It felt like she was being whipped with numerous whips at the same time, her view hidden by Michael''s ass covering her face, only feeling the sharp stinging of the tresses as they beat her flesh. She couldn''t believe that he would do this, beat her tender breasts. While he had caused considerable pain when he had pinched and pulled her nipples, this was pure agony. The whip ran back and forth across her breasts, the leather rubbing over her nipples.

""Are you ready to run your tongue over my asshole, Jessica? I''m enjoying the whip on your breasts. They are already turning pink and I imagine they must be feeling rather warm. Your nipples are really extended."” He did not give her a chance to say anything; he pulled his ass off her face, this time wanting to hear her scream. He slapped her breasts with the stinger, first the right and then quickly the left, watching both dance on her chest, bouncing up and down as seventy-five tresses each sought out a piece of tender skin to sting, her nipples receiving multiple strands. He appeared to revel in her exquisite pain as her screams filled the room.

She was terrified. She knew Michael had intended to mix some pain with pleasure, but this was not what she was expecting. She knew her legs were so spread, her sex so exposed. Knowing she had no choice if she wanted to spare herself unbearable agony, she stuck her tongue out quickly, finding his asshole. Running it around the edge, she ignored the slightly murky smell, eager to please, not wanting a repeat of the whip.

Michael felt her tongue on his asshole, almost coming from the pleasure. He pushed out with his sphincter, opening himself up to her attentions. “"Curl your tongue and make it hard. Put it inside my rectum."” He felt her wet tongue slowly slide inside, pushing outward until it was trapped. He clamped shut, his sphincter grabbing at the tongue inside him. It felt so good, her hot tongue moving around inside his asshole, his cock jerking each time it moved. “"I think that is enough for now, Jessica. Have you learned who the Master is?"” He pulled off her tongue, his asshole shrinking back down.

He saw the humiliation on her face, forced to lick his asshole. He lorded over her, his cock sticking out; the head now almost purple, swollen from being hard so long.

He looked down at her bound body, the flogger still in his hand. He moved to her side, her eyes following him, glued to the flogger. “"Yes, Jessica. I am going to use this and other wicked tools on your delicate body,"” he said, sensing her question. “"First on your breasts, then I have a nice Cat o'’ Nine that I am going to use on your sex. I am an expert with it and will find your pussy and your tiny exposed anus. I will use the flogger to make them both so tender.""

Tears welled up in her eyes as he stroked the flogger, letting the tresses drag across her breasts, watching the leather rise over her swollen and hard nipples. “"Close your eyes so you will not see if coming. It will make it so much better,"” he ordered her. She complied, then he raised his arm and swung. The rush of air raced down giving her a warning of the impending pain. He saw her body tighten up, the flogger slapping crosswise on her breasts, slapping first the right and then passing along to slap at the left. Her breasts jiggled up and down as they received the brunt of the leather tresses, her body held tightly, unable to prevent the pain.

It stung! Stung like a thousand bees biting her tender breasts. The worst were her nipples. Already swollen and sensitive, the leather tresses slapped sharply, cutting pain shooting to her brain. She bit her tongue, trying not to cry out, her lips pressed tightly together. She kept her eyes closed, imagining Michael standing over her, his cock jerking from hearing her pain, the flogger ready to run over her breasts again. “"Noooo,"” she moaned, as the flogger dragged through her pussy, her lips already pulled back by the obscene spread of her legs, the leather inching along her slit, picking up the wetness already there. Over her stomach, it rubbed over her pink breasts before leaving her body. She tensed, knowing it would soon be thrown back down, not sure where it would hit this time.

Michael smiled as he raised the flogger off her body, over his head, slapping it back down, this time hitting her abdomen, making sure some of the tresses trailed over the top of her pussy slit, barely missing her clit. Her hips jerked hard against the leather belt, fighting a losing battle to escape the leather flogger. He was pleased she remained mute, though her eyes clenched tightly closed, her muscles tightened. That would soon change, the next time he would slap her pussy. She would not stay silent when the leather stung her tender inner pussy lips.

Despite the burning sting from the leather flogger, her pussy grew wetter. She kept thinking about his hard cock fucking her as she lay there bound and spread, forced to take his brutal thrusts inside her tight pussy. She knew now that he would inflict pain on her as he fucked her, making her tighten up, milking his cock like a street whore. She pushed her hips up as she felt the flogger return to her pussy, the leather tresses dragging up her slit. God, it felt good, the smooth leather mixing with her juices. The flogger left her body once more and she tensed, waiting for the inevitable painful return. She waited and waited, no sound in the room except for her heavy breathing. She finally opened her eyes, just in time to see the flogger swing down. Destination, between her spread legs to slap inside her pussy lips.

Michael let her wait until he finally saw her eyes open, then swung the flogger down, between her spread legs. Over seventy-five tresses, many stinging her tender thighs, many others slapping her pussy, some moving between her spread pussy lips. Each tiny leather tress stung her flesh, her pink inner pussy receiving the sharpest bite, the leather dragging painfully along her slit, some slapping and dragging over her clit.

Her scream was inhuman, her throat hoarse from yelling as she suffered the most terrible pain she had ever felt. A woman''s pussy was not meant to be abused, or so she had always thought. Michael seemed to have other ideas. Her clit felt like it was ripped from her body. It was like being hit over and over, the leather snapping the swollen clit, drawing blood to the surface, another leather tress waiting to follow it, to slap at it again and again.

Michael loved the way her body danced to the pain, jerking and pulling on her bonds, her arms and legs secured, the leather straps digging as painfully into her wrists as the tresses were to her pussy. His hands roamed her body, starting at her breasts, encircling her globes, feeling the heat the flogger induced, the flesh pink, her nipples sensitive to even the slightest touch. She would be a good fuck, tightening up each time he thrust into her. Even though she was young and had a hot, tight pussy, he loved when pain made them tighten their pussy or asshole on his cock, milking him. His hand slid over her abdomen, moving through her bush before rubbing her clit. Her body jerked as he touched it. It would be extremely sensitive to the touch by this time, those cruel leather bites. He slapped at it, back and forth, her body jerking with each harsh touch.

She felt his hands as they played with her battered body, unable to stop the calloused fingers from moving over her sensitive nipples or clit, igniting feelings she did not understand. It hurt; it felt good. The pain was overcome by the excitement of being bound and whipped, used to pleasure him.

""Ahhh."” Two fingers plunged into her vagina, pushing along the slick passage, twisting and turning inside her. She felt his other hand moved back to her clit, stroking it, forcing her arousal again. Would he fuck her now?

She was dripping, her body responding as he planned. He was not ready to fuck her yet. She would still feel the pain of the Cat o'’ Nine. He pulled his hands from her body. Her hips searched for them, her eyes still shut tightly. He picked up the Cat o'’ Nine. It had nine thin, fine braided cattails, nineteen inches long, including the terminal Turk knots and four-inch fringe. The handle was weighted and balanced for control and both Henri and he had become experts after using it for many years on errant girls who broke the rules of the house. “"Open your eyes, Jessica. This I want you to see before you feel it."” He stroked the Cat o'’ Nine in his hands, seeing the fear in her eyes as she spotted it instantly.

""Where—where are you going to use that on me?"” she implored him, not sure she really wanted an answer, almost sure she knew it.

When released with a snappy punch, the Cat o'’ Nine tails swished through the air to land with a pronounced bite from the terminal knots. Jessica would be taken down with this one, Michael thought. “"You will receive three slashes. The first one will be on your vagina. The second, your clit. The final will be on your anus. I will enjoy hearing your screams of pain. Then I will be ready to fuck you. You will be so very tender and will buck like a horse, your pussy gripping my cock in your pain. Oh yes, I will enjoy you very much. And you will be surprised. You will cum for me.""

Jessica watched as he stood between her legs, unfurling the whip, his hands stroking the black leather, fingers caressing the knots on the end. They looked so cruel, and would be extremely painful when they struck her body. He let the whip snap, the tails racing through the air, snapping only inches from her abdomen.

""Practice swing, Jessica. The next one, I will not aim to miss."” He saw her thighs clenching, trying to shut her legs, the leather straps holding her tightly spread, her pussy defenseless.

Her scream mirrored the hail of knots that bit into her vagina, escalating in pitch as each pushed inside her tiny opening before slapping hard on her delicate inner membrane. Her vagina began to spasm, the searing pain spreading throughout her body. It burned as if he had plastered red hot pepper on her tender skin. Her breasts heaved up and down, her breathing ragged.

Michael watched until she settled down, accepting the pain he gave her. She looked up at him, her tear-stained eyes begging him not to do the next, knowing it was useless, his cock bouncing in pleasure. He raised the whip over his head again, seeing her eyes shut tight, her lips clenched as she braced her body for the new pain. She didn''t have to wait long this time, the whip swishing through the air, the knots landing on her pussy, this time higher, smashing into her clit, two knots beating it, others dragging up through her pussy lips, one errant knot beating her inflamed vagina.

She screamed again. He was tearing her pussy with a red-hot poker, her clit crushed. The bolted bench barely held as her body quivered in pain, her toes curling, hands clenched tight in pain. His hand returned to her pussy, gently rubbing over her flesh as if trying to make her pain go away. He continued to masturbate her beaten pussy, her pain mixing with the pleasure, her clit so sensitive that she jerked each time his finger ran over it. He slipped a finger inside her vagina, feeling her tighten on it as it moved harshly over the abraded flesh.

Michael removed his hands from her body; her eyes still clenched tight. He moved back, this time swinging the whip up from the ground, her body jerking upward as the knots tore into her ass, seeking out and finding her tiny anus, slapping at it, forcefully pushing up inside her rectum.

Her tiny anus was torn open by the whip, spread painfully wide, sharp needles driving inside her rectum to puncture her flesh. She could not control her sphincter, the muscle opening and closing, her anus pulsating.

Michael was pleased with the way her asshole danced for the whip. The tiny hole fluttered open and closed. It would be enjoyable when he sheathed his cock inside that hot, tight opening. But now he was ready to fuck her tight pussy. He stroked his cock as he walked in front of her again, slipping between her spread legs, his cock fisted in his hand. “"Ready to be fucked, Jessica?""

Jessica needed it bad, needed his hard cock inside her. She had been dreaming of this since she first arrived, masturbating to thoughts of his cock taking her. All the pain became worth it as she felt him rub his cock up and down her slit, oiling the bulbous head with her juices, re-igniting the pain from the Cat o'’ Nine knots. “"Please fuck me,"” she begged him.

He placed the head of his cock against her vagina already clenching in pain, and pushed in, the tiny opening spreading wide, her bound body preventing any escape, not that she looked for any. His fingers reached down to her clit, pulling back the hood, swollen, red, inflamed, sore from the terrible bite of the knots. Her body shuddered, her pussy clenching tight in pain, gripping his cock head.

He pushed, hearing her grunt in pain as he slowly spread her open, his cock sliding inside her wet pussy. “"So tight, Jessica. Yes, you will give me so much pleasure.""

It was good as the hard cock pushed inside her. His praise excited her, made her want to wrap her legs around him and pull him in. She felt him withdraw and then push back in, each time going deeper until the head of his cock was inside her, her vagina clasped tightly around the ridge, trapping it. She clenched her pussy on the throbbing organ, rewarded when it jerked inside her. His fingers continued to play with her sensitive clit as the pain and the pleasure of his cock filled her pussy. She grunted as his cock moved deeper, and each time he receded it felt like he was drawing her insides out before plunging back in again, the head of his cock opening her pussy more. Like an iron bar, the thick, hard flesh pushed aside all resistance, sliding along her silky insides, so wet in spite of the pain she had endured.

Over half of his cock was inside her now, her pussy gripping as it slid in and out. She was so hot and tight, the knots having done the intended job. Her vaginal opening was red and swollen, sensitive to the slightest touch, his cock rubbing the inflamed flesh, setting off the pain again. She felt his body tighten, his hips shoved forward, sinking almost all of his cock inside her in one potent thrust. Her hips bucked as her pussy spread open, his cock sliding on her clutching insides.

Her pussy stretched over every bump and ridge on his cock as it plunged inside her. She tried to bow her legs out, anything to relieve this pressure; she had never felt so full. He leaned over her body, his mouth clasping onto her sore nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, the hard flesh forced to stretch, his teeth gripping the base painfully, his tongue running back and forth over it.

Michael slipped his hands under her unprotected ass, gripping each cheek, pulling her up onto his cock as he tried to fuck it in deeper. He pulled out and then plunged back in, the air pushing out her lungs as she accepted the brutal fucking. His hands slipped between her cheeks, one finger on each hand searching out and finding her raw anus. She bucked up as the fingers slid on each side of her anus and pulled outward, opening her, stretching the virgin hole. He thrust back inside her pussy, his fingers tugging her anus as he fucked her, making her take all eight inches of cock with each stroke, her tits bouncing up and down.

""That hurts!"” she cried out, his fingers painfully tearing at her anus, the tiny hole already beaten a dark red by the knots now having to endure thick fingers digging and pulling on the opening. She felt her pussy clench on his engorged cock. He was doing it to her. Her pain pleasured him, her body unable to stop from ferociously kneading his cock as he fucked her. His stomach smashed into her clit as he drove into her, lifting up with his body, making his cock drag along her clit as he pulled out.

""You''re going to cum for me, Jessica. I want you to cum when I fill you with my hot cum.""

She only cared about coming now, his cock dragging those delicious feelings from her body. It was everything she imagined it would be, the tight bondage adding to the excitement of being taken so forcefully, unable to stop him from doing whatever he desired with her body. “"Fill me with your cum!"” she begged and grasped his cock with her pussy as it pulled from her body, relaxing as he plunged back in, the cock head banging painfully inside her.

He buried it deep, jerking as he began to cum, growing thicker. She felt a hot splash of cum shoot inside her. “"Ahhhhh,"” His fingers plunged inside her rectum, her sphincter gripping it, her pussy clenching on his cock as he spewed his semen inside her. His fingers were what she needed, her body shuddering as she began to cum with him, her pussy pulsating on the huge piece of flesh inside her, her juices mixing with his.

Michael felt the cum move up from his balls and shoot inside her hot, wet hole, bathing her insides. His fingers drove into her asshole, eliciting the response he wanted, making her cum with him, feeling her pussy soak his cock. He pulled out and plunged back in just in time to shoot her full of a second load of cum, her pussy drenched in fluids. He fucked in and out until they both finished coming, their cum dripping down the insides of her thighs to puddle on the floor beneath her.

Michael pulled out, his cock slick with juices. He saw the puddle of cum on the floor, and bending down, scooped some up on his fingers. He moved to her, slipping his finger in her mouth. “"Suck our juices, Jessica, taste our cum."” And watched as her tongue lapped at the salty, heavy cum.





Chapter Ten



Sodomized



Michael held her until she could stand by herself, their naked bodies pressed against each other until the feeling came back into her legs, the tight bondage having cut off her circulation. He kissed her cheek, slipped into his clothes and left the room, leaving Jessica alone. She masturbated that night, the thought of Michael in her head.

Michael was gone the following week, having business on the mainland. Jessica was busy taking care of Jerome. They had grown fond of each other, Jerome treating her as he would one of his four-year old friends.

Michael had told Henri of the time Jessica spent in the punishment room and how she had accepted the punishment and seemed to embrace it. Henri spoke to Jessica during the week, but she still did not remember what happened to her at the Voodoo ceremony, had not realized that Henri had fucked her or that she had sucked six black cocks.

Michael finally returned on Friday, rushing to see Jerome upon his arrival, hugging him as Jessica watched. He stayed for over an hour, playing with him and Jessica, his eyes often on her legs as they crawled on the floor, and when Michael was behind her, his eyes were glued to her ass. Charisse came to get Jerome, to give him a quick bath before dinner. When they left, Michael turned to Jessica. “"After dinner, I want you in the room,"” he said, emphasizing the word “"room"".

""Did I displease you, Master?'’”” she remarked.

""On the contrary, I was quite pleased watching your ass. Now, I want to fuck your tight asshole. Since you have never been sodomized before, it will be best to have you spread and bound, face-down."” It was not a request, but an order.

""Yes, Master."” Her pussy was already wet in anticipation. Ever since the Professor had played with her anus, she''d had an intense fascination with her ass. She still had not used the anal probe, a grim reminder of the degradation the Captain had inflicted on her body. “"After dinner?""

""Yes, when I enter the room, I will be greeted with the sight of your naked body on the bed, legs and arms spread wide, waiting for me to bind them to the posts. I want you on your stomach. Do you understand?""

""Yes, Master. I will obey.""

Dinner went slowly, or so it seemed to Jessica. She excused herself, slipping up to her room, stripping off her clothes and grabbing a quick shower. She was nervous, thinking only would she be able to please Michael again, this time with her asshole.

She walked to the room, the halls empty. She opened the door and went quickly to the bed. She stared at the large posts on the corners, the wood adorned by the leather straps tied tightly to them. She would not be the first to be bound to the bed, nor the last. She stripped off her clothes, seeing her reflection in the mirror, the marks from her first whipping gone. Would Michael mark her body with new strokes tonight? She stretched out on the bed, spreading her arms and legs to the corners, her legs already aching. She lay there waiting.

It was only five minutes, but it seemed like hours before the door opened and Michael entered, his cock hard when he saw her upraised ass, her legs parted, her anus and pussy already exposed. “"You look very enticing tonight, Jessica.""

She looked over at him. “"Thank you, Master,"” she said, pleased at his response. She let her ass rise up a little, pushing back, exposing herself to him more. She felt his hand on her ass, lovingly caressing the flesh, giving her goose bumps as it played over her bare skin. He fondled her naked body at will, his fingers sliding over her ass, parting her cheeks, running lightly over her anus. He moved lower, her ass arching upward, giving him access to her pussy, the bed beneath her already wet. She felt his fingers slide up and down the folds of her pussy, feeling her juices coat his fingers. She would probably cum in minutes if he continued, but she knew that he wanted her to wait, loving to see her so aroused.

She watched him as he moved about the bed, first securing her wrists to the bedposts, stretching them out wide. He stroked her face. “"You''re such a good girl. You like being spread and bound don''t you, Jessica.""

She could only nod her head, as she tugged on her wrists, the leather tightening, digging into her flesh, feeling good. She put her head back down on the bed as he moved behind her. He attached the leather straps to her ankles, and she felt the supple leather tighten. But he did not secure them to the corner, leaving them dangling from her ankles. She turned and saw him pick up a pillow, a leather bolster about six inches high, circular, and then he pushed it under her hips, arching her ass up. His hands stroked her ass again.

""Yes, I like that, your ass arched up, ready for my cock."” He moved to her ankle, pulling the hanging leather strap over to the corner bedposts. He wrapped it around the end and began to pull it, watching her legs spread wider, stretching out toward the corner. He continued to pull, the leather digging deep into her ankle before he tied it tight.

He had tied her leg tighter than she thought he would. His hand was now on the other and she felt the leather strap drag her leg to the opposite corner. She turned her head to see him, watching as he pulled her legs open like a turkey wishbone. She moaned in pain, her crotch aching. He tightened the leather strap, her body drawn tightly to the bedposts, spread wide, her ass raised up in offering.

His hand ran down her legs, feeling her taut muscles in her thighs. “"Do you like that, Jessica? Do you like being so helpless?""

Jessica turned toward the door, startled when she heard the doorknob rattling. She tried to cover her naked body, yanking on her bound limbs, unable to do anything but have the leather straps dig deeper into her body.

""Hello, Henri,"” Michael said, not surprised to see him.

""Evening, Master. And how are you, Jessica?"” Henri gazed at her stretched and naked body, all of her secrets revealed. He saw her face redden with humiliation. If she only remembered that he had already stripped her naked and fucked her. There was nothing he had not seen already.

""Please, Master,"” Jessica begged Michael, not really certain about what had happened at the voodoo ceremony. “"Don''t let him see me like this,"” she cried.

Michael moved toward Jessica''s head, a strange pillow in his hand. He lifted her head up and slipped the strange pillow beneath it. It cradled her neck, raising it up over six inches from the bed, her face pulled forward, her head backwards. He grabbed her hair into a bunch and pulled it back, parting it into two pigtails, each one drawn through a hole in the pillow before he tied them separately into a knot.

Tears were in Jessica''s eyes as her hair felt like it was being pulled from her head, her head forced up into an awkward position. She was staring straight ahead, unable to move her head in either direction.

""While I fuck your hot, tight asshole, Henri is going to fuck your face. I thought you might enjoy two cocks at the same time."” He smiled, his hand reaching down to his cock, gripping it beneath his pants.

She could only hear them as they moved behind her, and became resigned to her fate, unable to prevent them from doing what they wanted with her body. They began talking about her.

""Jessica has a very talented asshole. She can make the tiny pucker dance for us.""

""Are you going to use that on her for lubricant?"” Henri was surprised when Michael pulled out a tube of Ben Gay.

""Yes, it will encourage her to make her pucker dance."” He squeezed the tube onto his finger, coating the tip with a large dollop of the mentholated ointment. He touched her anus, rubbing the greasy substance all around the tiny hole. “"Relax Jessica, it will feel cold to the touch, at first."” He put an even larger dollop on his finger again, this time pressing hard on her anus until the tiny flower began to open, his finger sliding in on the greasy substance to enter her. He coated her rectum liberally with the Ben Gay, her ass pushing back on his fingers, not feeling the heat yet, his finger turning and twisting inside her.

It felt strange when he anointed her anus, the finger lubricating her, a coolness spreading as his finger left. The thick finger returned, burrowing deep inside her anus, rubbing her rectum as her sphincter grabbed onto him. She felt the coolness inside her, her hips rising up gently.

""It''s going to begin to get hot, Jessica. It will last for about 20 minutes. If you push out on your asshole, it won''t hurt as much. Now watch, Henri. Watch our pretty little Jessica make her asshole pucker dance for us.""

""What did you use on me?"” she cried out, her anus and rectum heating up, her delicate linings beginning to burn.

""Ben Gay, Jessica. Push out. Show us what you can do."” Michael and Henri waited and watched.

Her hips began to move side to side, the tight bondage preventing most movement. She arched her ass up as the intensity of the heat began to build. She had used Ben Gay on muscle pain before, the heat drawing the pain from her injured muscles. This was different. This brought a terrible burning pain to her delicate anal tract. She pushed back on her sphincter, feeling her anus begin to pucker open, the cool air mixing with the heat of the Ben Gay. She tightened the muscles.

""Look how open she is,"” Henri''s finger circled her puckered anus, the tiny hole now open. He felt her anus shrink back down, his finger grasped in the tiny opening, as she could no longer hold the straining.

She felt the finger in her opening, the burning get more intense again. Groaning, she pressed outward again, her asshole opening up, pushing as if she were having a bowel movement. She felt like she could not control her bowels, releasing, her anus closing again. The burning continued, her ass now humping up, her sphincter straining to push out, her anus opening again, this time wider, hoping to relieve some of the painful burning. It burned deeper inside her, deep into her rectum. “"Put your finger in my ass, please, it hurts!"” she begged Henri, wanting his finger to massage the burning region.

Henri did not need any further encouragement, pushing two fingers into her asshole, passing her gripping sphincter into her rectum, twisting and turning inside her, his knuckles rubbing harshly against her anal walls. He spread his fingers in deeper, down into her colon, his knuckles pushed hard against her anus.

She felt the fullness of his fingers inside her, and pushed out again, her anus opening wider, her sphincter straining to keep her anus open, the fingers moving around inside her burning anal tract before Henri removed them.

For fifteen minutes, they watched Jessica make her anus perform for them. Her spasms increased as the intensity of the Ben Gay increased, her asshole opening and closing, the tiny hole unable to stop the painful burning and itching they had inflicted on her bound and spread body.

Michael could wait no longer. His cock wanted to be sheathed inside her hot, tight asshole. “"Push out with your asshole and I will lubricate you again. This should stop the burning."” He was pleased when her ass arched up even higher, her anus flowering open, her tiny hole now a dark inviting passage. His lubricated finger slid inside her, readying her to be sodomized by his large cock. He knew that it would hurt at first but she would eventually come to enjoy it. A cock in her mouth would keep her occupied and aroused. Henri would teach her how to take it deep in her throat.

Jessica looked up to see Henri in front of her, naked, his hard brown cock jutting out from his body, his hand clasped tightly around it. She moaned as one finger became two, twisting and turning in her virgin asshole, lubricating her anal passage for his cock.

Henri held her face in his hands, pushing his hips forward until the head of his cock touched her silky skin. His cock jerked, leaving a faint trace of pre-cum on her cheek as he slowly dragged it over her face and lips, his cock jerking again when her hot breath whispered on his cock. “"Open your eyes and wet your lips,"” he ordered Jessica. “"I want to see that innocent face as I fuck it.""

She felt a heavy weight sink down on the mattress between her legs, Michael''s naked body sliding down on her upraised ass cheeks. She quivered in excitement as she felt his hard cock rub on her ass cheeks. She let her hips move, feeling the hot cock burning her skin as it moved over her ass. Henri''s cock waited on her wet lips. She could see his heavy balls hanging below. She let her lips part, Henri taking it as her answer and let his cock head slowly part them, forcing them wider and wider as the head of his cock slowly sank into the hot confines of her mouth. She let her tongue run over the head, tasting the slightly salty tang of his pre-cum fill her mouth. He pushed harder, her head held still, forced to accept the deeper penetration. Her lips lightly wrapped around the rim of his cock, her tongue playing back and forth over the piss slit, tasting the drops of cum extracted by her hot tongue.

Michael saw Jessica busily servicing Henri and waited no longer. He lifted up his hips from her body, grabbed his cock at the base and stroked it up and down her crack, from the top of her ass, down over her anus to dip into the wetness of her pussy, coating the head of his cock. He brought it up to her wrinkled anus, fisting the hard cock, and pushed against the clenching opening. He pushed with his hips, his hard cock forcefully shoving aside all resistance, stretching her anal ring near to the tearing point. Over half of the head was inside her, her moans reflecting the pain she was in as he began to fuck her virgin asshole.

She was filled at both ends. Her mouth enveloped over half of Henri''s cock, her cheeks bulging and hollowing as the cock quickly filled her oral cavity, her mouth held captive by Henri, unable to stop the gradual descent into its depths. She moaned on the hard cock as her asshole stretched wide, the slow unfurling continuing. Michael did not seem to be in a hurry, letting her get used to having her back passage filled, each time pushing in just a little deeper, pulling out until her sphincter grabbed at him, then plunging back in to root his member further inside her. She mumbled incoherently through the mouthful of cock as her anus suddenly snapped open and Michael''s cock slid into the hot, buttery depths of her rectum, her sphincter clutching around the rim of his cock, gripping it.

Henri took that as his sign and shoved his cock forward, slamming hard into the back of her mouth, feeling her gag and choke convulsively as he filled her throat. He held it there, feeling her throat muscles massage his cock, almost like a hand stroking it. He pulled out, letting her catch her breath, knowing that Michael was readying to plunge his cock into the depths of her bowels. She would scream when he did that, but Henri learned that he could cut it short by burying his cock in her throat just at the start of the shriek. The spasm of her throat would seriously pleasure him.

Michael leaned over Jessica. “"Do you like that, Jessica? Do you like being taken by two hard cocks?"” He pressed with his hips, feeling his cock sink deeper inside her, her insides clutching, her sphincter grabbing the root of his cock, her anus stretched tightly around it. She was so hot and tight.

Jessica could feel only the pain as she was stuffed with two hard cocks at one time. She choked and gagged each time Henri shoved, his cock jerking in appreciation as her throat caressed the hard flesh. Her asshole felt like it was tearing as Michael''s cock continued to plunge inside her. He would pull out until her sphincter would grab tightly around the ring, then push back in again, each time sinking deeper and deeper into her asshole. Her asshole was not built to be fucked, but Michael did not seem to care, his only concern was the pleasure it was giving him. She felt his hand slip under her body, searching out and finding her pussy. It began a gentle masturbation of her body, rubbing up and down the folds of her vagina, fingertips rubbing the tip of her clit, slapping at the hard bud.

Henri could not believe how good Jessica was with her mouth, instinctively lapping at the shaft with her tongue, rubbing up and down the side, over the veins, before returning to the head to coax more cum from the tip. When he shoved it down her throat, his balls would slap against her chin, his belly rubbing on her face, the clasping of her throat on his throbbing member bringing such exquisite pleasure.

Michael''s cock sunk deep inside her colon, a sharp cramp hitting her as the hard cock straightened out her anal passage. Her tightly clinging channel gripped the rubbery flesh as his cock ripped its way past her rectum and into her colon. She thought she was going to be split open.

Michael watched his cock pull from her anus, tugging the rim of flesh out with it, then plunging back deep inside the tiny, brown, puckered opening, his huge organ gripped tightly by her constricting ring of flesh. It was so good, her anal muscles gripping his buried cock; he had to fight the urge to cum. He gripped her hips tightly, plunging his cock inside her with a fury, hearing her gasp in pain or pleasure as she went from empty to being stuffed in seconds. Her head was thrust up, Henri pumping her mouth as he filled her face with his huge member. She could only make small gurgling sounds as she was battered from both sides.

His fingers felt good, the relentless masturbation of her pussy, coupled with the complete surrender of her mouth and asshole to their demanding cocks was forcing a cum from her loins. She pushed back on her asshole, clenching the hard cock as it withdrew, relaxing her anal muscles so he could thrust back hard. Her mouth now suctioned on Henri''s cock, and her tongue lapped at whatever it could find, from the head to the shaft. Her throat convulsed, forced to swallow the huge man-meat jammed into the hot confines of her throat. She would never be able to deep throat a cock without choking, her gag reflex too hard. Now, she wasn''t sure she would ever learn; men seemed to enjoy forcing her to choke more.

It was time. Michael''s cock plunged unmercifully in and out her constricting ass, making her take deep hard strokes that battered her insides, feeling her body shudder when cramps hit her. He felt cum surge up from his balls as his shaft slipped up and down her elastic anal passage. He shot a molten river of cum inside her nether region, his hotly jerking cock spewing his semen inside her colon.

Henri did not wait, either. His cock plunged in and out of her mouth, her tongue swirling around and around the shaft and tip, her lips sucking hungrily on his cock drawing the juices from his balls. He plunged into her pulsating throat, feeling her gag on his hard cock. He pulled out, wanting her to take all of his cum in the hot confines of her mouth. He pumped his cock with his hand, his knuckles banging painfully against her lips as he began to cum. The first load shot out, catching her throat open, choking her as it shot down the wrong passage. A second and third load followed, her mouth swallowing rapidly, trying to keep from choking to death on the thick, salty fluids.

Jessica was delirious with passion. Her anal muscles were clasping the cock filling her colon with his hot cum, the cock growing larger and throbbing, filling her and stretching her. Jessica''s body was jerked between the two cum-spewing cocks, battered at both ends, her mouth stuffed with the hard flesh of Henri, the salty taste permeating her mouth as she swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the volume of cum filling her mouth. Her noises of protest had long turned to surrender and familiar cries of excitement as Michael''s masturbation had its effect on Jessica, her body shuddering into a series of sudden jerking orgasms, her body simultaneously being filled with the cum of her two partners.

Henri let his cock sit in her mouth, his limp member shrinking rapidly. She sucked on it, her tongue lapping up cum from the head.

Michael felt her sphincter push his cock out of her ass, the limp flesh popping out noisily, his cum dripping from the inflamed hole to drip onto the bed beneath her. Cum drizzled from the corner of her mouth to roll down her chin as she quietly coughed. He got off the bed, allowing her to take a deep breath.

Jessica was released, her limbs numb, simply lying unmoving on the bed for over an hour. Michael and Henri were long gone before she went back to her room.

During the next month, Jessica was called to the punishment room at least once a week, sometimes only by one, but usually by both Michael and Henri. Her body was often taken by the two of them, one in her pussy or asshole, the other always in her mouth. She was punished at times, finding her body tightly restrained to one of the pieces of bondage furniture, her tender flesh often striped by a whip or a flogger before her orifices were used to service their members. But they always managed to make her cum more then once. Each time a powerful orgasm would rip through her body.

On rare occasions, she would find herself being woken unexpectedly, naked, her legs spread, a large cock plunging into one of her orifices. It would be minutes before she fully realized what was happening and who was fucking her. She would be left, cum dripping from her body, mixing with her own as she submitted to their desires.





Chapter Eleven



Carnival



Jessica was on her back, tightly tied at her knees, thighs and ankles, her arms thrust over her head, rope pinning them to the headboard, her naked breasts rising and falling. She was naked; she seemed always to be naked when around Michael. His visits had become more frequent, as the end of the summer neared. He said he had so much to teach her, though Jessica suspected that he just enjoyed using her body. She let him do anything he wanted and was always surprised at the new things he thought of.

Henri''s visits had tapered off, the planning for Carnival at the end of the week taking all of his time. Jessica had heard so much, yet knew so little about it. All said it was the party of the year; all guests required to attend in costume and masked. Anything would go at the party, but when Jessica inquired as to just what went on, people refused to say, telling her she had to experience it.

Her legs pulled up to her chest, Michael''s hands running down her legs, her pussy peeking out from between clenched thighs, her anus exposed. He slapped her ass, feeling the skin heating up immediately. He could see her juices flowing.

Michael looked down at her naked body, her shaved pussy glistening in the room''s light. His hand caressed her flesh, soft and silky, even after the times he had used a whip or flogger on her. He slapped her ass, her body flinching, his large hand completely encircling her twin bound ankles, holding her legs high up in the air, keeping her exposed thighs available to him. He fisted his cock and placed it against her pussy, the head slipping between her tightly clasped pussy lips, sliding on her wetness to find her grasping vagina. Her bound legs and thighs would make her tight for him, tighter than usual. It was not that he was complaining, he just loved having a girl bound, a lesson Jessica had long since learned. He shoved hard, his mushroom head pushing aside all resistance and slamming forcefully inside her. He loved the sound of her tiny yelp of pain. He pressed down on her legs, forcing them back further, her ass raising up from the bed as he fucked his cock in deeper, feeling it pinched by her clenching pussy. He finally buried himself inside her, her hot insides wrapped tightly around his cock. He kept it inside her, not moving. “"Make me cum without me moving my cock. Squeeze my cock with your pussy until I shoot inside you.""

Jessica began to tighten her pussy on his cock, clenching, relaxing and clenching, on and on, her tightly bound legs keeping him trapped inside her pussy. It was more than half an hour before she made him cum, her body drained from the constant tightening of her muscles. She felt her body filled with his hot wetness, the cock jerking as it shot his cum deep inside her constricting pussy. He did not move, content to lie inside her.

""I want you to attend the Carnival with me.""

He surprised her. “"I would love that,"” she said, honored that he wanted her like that. At night, he was different; during the day, the Master of the house, her employer. “"What should I wear?""

""Just be naked in your room at 8 P. M. Saturday night. I will bring your costume.""

""Yes, Master,"” she replied. She felt him slip his hand between her tightly clenched thighs, seeking out her clit. He found the hard button, his fingers beginning the gentle masturbation she so loved. She felt his cock begin to stir inside her, the shaft hard, filling her up. She began to squeeze him again, wanting to make him cum anew when she did. Wanting to please him.

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She stood in the center of the room, naked, her legs spread, facing the door. Her arms were behind her neck, her fingers interlaced, her elbows pushed out to the side. Her tits were pushed upright by the pose, her back arched. She was proud of the way her body performed for him, eager to please. She had shaved her pussy bald as Michael had instructed, her lips already swollen with desire, the faint smell of pussy filling the room.

Michael entered, pleased at her appearance. He wore a pair of black leather pants that clung to his body, especially his cock; no shirt, his muscular chest tanned from the Haitian sun. “"You''re a very good girl, Jessica.""

He handed her a pair of four-inch black high heels, with leather straps that would run around her ankles, making sure they would not fall off, and a pair of thigh high, white stockings. “"Put them on."” He watched her sit, her knees bending outward as she pulled the white stockings up until they went above her knees, the elastic band holding them tight, her thighs still naked. Then she placed the shoes on her feet, unaware or maybe just too aware of the view of her pussy she was affording him. She stood up, slightly shaky on such high shoes, the muscles in her legs straining as she perched on them. “"Very beautiful,"” he commented then handed her a white dress. “"Put this on.""

It wasn''t much of a dress, a very thin material with a slit up each side. When she walked, it would pull back, leaving a large expanse of naked flesh visible. “"Panties?""

He shook his head.

She pulled the dress over her head, not even bothering to ask about a bra. The side of the dress was open from below her armpit to the hem, only a tiny patch of material keeping it gathered at her waist. Her ample breasts would be visible from the side, especially as she walked. The material was silky, her nipples hardening into tiny buds the minute the material ran over them. The bottom of the dress barely covered her crotch. She dared not bend over, as it would ride up her back if she did. But she knew that was the purpose. “"Pleased, Master?""

""No, but I will be."” He pulled out two fur-lined leather cuffs for her wrists. She held out her wrists as he put them on, tightening them. Metal rings hung from the sides. Rings that she knew would be used to secure her. She raised up each leg, making sure that Michael got a good view of her naked pussy as he put ankle cuffs on also, with similar rings in them.

She was a little shocked when he brought out a collar, a thick two-inch leather dog collar. “"Why?""

""You are going as my slave."” He fitted the leather collar around her neck, feeling her gulps as the leather collar began to tighten on her neck, constraining her. The thickness would keep her head upright, not allowing her to look down. The collar was surrounded with the metal rings. Her arms, even her legs could be attached, allowing for some very interesting and provocative positions.

She was a little nervous now. He picked up each wrist and attached them to her neck collar in the back, forcing her elbows out to the front, her hands behind her. Her breasts rose up higher, the skirt pulling up. He attached a leash to the collar, the other end in his hand. He put on a black leather mask, tiny slits for his eyes and nose. He put a leather hood over her head. The thin leather seemed to mold over every feature of her face as he forced then smoothed the leather down over her nose, two tiny holes allowing her to breathe, further still to cover her cheeks and over her chin. There was an opening for her mouth, a thick leather ridge running around the edge. She felt so constrained by the hood, the pressure of the leather on her, molding to her skin, as if it was getting tighter the longer it stayed on her.

No one would be able to recognize her face, though he did suspect some would recognize her body. The nose holes had small flaps that could be pushed into place, blocking the breathing through the nose. The mouth had rings to allow various types of ball gags, mouth stretchers or other means to enable or disable the use of the mouth. He pulled on some of the strings on the side, tightening the leather to her face, feeling her begin to panic.

""Do not embarrass me tonight, or I will have to punish you,"” he warned her, tugging on the leash, pulling her out of the room into the hallway. He knew he would punish her anyway tonight, no matter how good she was.

Jessica tried to keep her balance as she learned how to walk on the high heels. The collar kept her from looking down, the hood limiting her peripheral vision and Michael pulled on the leash as she lagged behind making her feel clumsy as she followed him.

""I will call you “"J"” tonight."” Her breasts bounced as she walked, her nipples getting harder as the silky garment continually rubbed up and down on them. Her naked legs flashed as she walked, the short skirt pulling away with each forward step. Her hips swayed seductively, the silky garment clinging to every curve and crevice. He let her walk ahead, admiring her ass, almost able to discern the crease in her butt cheeks as they swayed from side to side. “"You look very enticing, J. My guests will love you.""

""Thank you, Master,"” she mumbled, the hood making it difficult to talk. She glanced into a mirror they passed in the hall, surprised at how she looked. Exactly like a slave. With her arms bound to her neck, she had no way to protect herself. The hood was scary to her; it could be used to block her mouth and nose, to stop her from breathing. She was almost naked, the thin, short dress leaving little to the imagination. If you looked in just the right place, you could see her breasts bouncing free under the garment, or her naked pussy beneath the short skirt.

When they entered the large hall in the manor, there had to be over 200 guests and all eyes were on her and Michael. Jessica saw every conceivable type of costumes. Some of the women were dressed as little girls, their partners the fathers. All manner of historical costumes could be found, from Cleopatra to the Pope. Jessica recognized most of the servants working the hall, their costumes consisting of only skirts or pants, naked from the waist up, male or female. She caught a glimpse of Charisse, her breasts bouncing as she walked, carrying a tray of cocktail glasses, unconcerned about being naked in front of so many strangers. Many of the guests wore more revealing costumes, Jessica included in that group.

""Darling, how was your summer?"” A tall, leggy blonde approached them, embracing Michael. She wore an outfit similar to Michael''s, tight leather pants that clung to every shapely curve of her body, a leather vest that could barely contain a luscious pair of tits, the tight leather pushing them up, almost bursting out. In her hand she held a riding crop that she smacked back and forth against her leg.

""Heather, I hoped you would make it. How is my wife? Have you seen Jerome, yet?""

Jessica was surprised. Was this Michael''s mysterious wife? She stepped back, afraid of the being seen with Michael, not sure how possessive his wife was.

""Yes, he tells me he had such a lovely summer. And he had so many good things to say about his au pair, Jessica. Could this be the enchanting mistress?"” She gazed over at Jessica.

""J, this is my wife, Heather. Say hello to her.""

""Hello, Ma''am,"” she blurted out from behind the hood.

""It looks like she enchanted you also, Michael. But isn''t trained very well."” She slapped Jessica on her inner thigh with the riding crop. Jessica jumped from the mistreatment. “"It is Mistress to you,"” she corrected her.

""Yes, Mistress!"” she immediately responded, her thigh burning from the bite of the crop.

""Heather and I have an arrangement for the summer, J. I get to play with a nice girl like you or some of the staff and Heather goes off to find a nice young man or girl, depending on her inclination for the summer. You see, we both have dominant personalities, so we tend to clash sexually.""

""Yes, Master."” She looked at Heather. “"Yes, Mistress.""

""A young man this year, Michael. But after seeing Jessica, I now yearn for a female. They can be so much more submissive. Is she trained, Michael?""

""We will find out tonight, as we do each year. Why not inspect her, yourself?""

Heather grabbed the leash and began to tug. “"Over here, J."” She pulled her over to the center of the room. Even though the music was rather loud, many people watched as they passed, eager to see what she would do with the new slave. They approached a small stage, barely three feet higher than the floor. “"Up,"” she ordered Jessica.

Jessica stepped up, her short dress riding up high over her naked ass as she struggled to maintain her balance in the heels without falling off the stage. The stage was only about six feet square. In the floor were various metal rings. Jessica feared that they would be used to secure her.

Heather eyed Jessica''s body shimmering in the bright light. There was a large lamp above the stage, bathing those below. Heather reached out and lightly touched her breasts.

""Such sensitive nipples."” Heather''s fingers grazed over the hard tips, feeling them get harder. She looked in Jessica''s face, her fingers grasping the erect nubs and pinching them tighter, watching Jessica''s eyes as she increased the pressure on the rubbery tips. “"Like a little pain, do you?""

Jessica arched her back, pushing her breasts into Heather''s hands, giving her the answer she wanted. Her hands seemed to mold Jessica''s breasts in her palms, squeezing the ripe flesh. “"First things first,"” she said. She unclipped Jessica''s wrists from the collar, letting her stretch her arms for a moment, watching as her breasts bounced beneath the flimsy garment. “"Ever been with a girl before, J? Ever had girl sex?""

""No, Mistress,"” she responded, her arms feeling better after stretching them out.

""They know just the right things to do, just the right places to arouse you, just the right amount of pain to keep you in a fevered pitch. Too bad you are leaving tomorrow. But we still have tonight."” A small group of people had come over, mostly men, eager to see Jessica''s lovely naked body. “"Turn around, J. Move forward, stand over the mirror in the floor.""

Jessica realized she was so nervous, she hadn''t noticed the mirror when she first stepped up on the stage. A small mirror, about three feet wide by two feet long was embedded in the floor. She stepped over to it, standing on the shiny surface, still unable to look down, the collar preventing it. She felt the riding crop slip between her legs, slapping back and forth between her thighs, hitting the tender flesh, the leather stinging as it hit her.

""Spread your legs, J. You''ve been trained to do that, I''m sure. To the outside of the mirror."” She slapped her thighs back and forth until Jessica complied, loving the sound of leather on tender female flesh. Michael pressed a button, tilting the mirror on an angle in front of her, a bright light from below shining up between Jessica''s legs. With the angle of the mirror and the lights, Jessica''s sex was highlighted to the audience that grew larger the longer they were up on the stage.

Jessica felt the heat from the bulbs slipping under her short dress, bathing her sex in the high temperature and light. She knew she was exposed, just not how exposed. Her hands hung to her sides, waiting for further orders, afraid to move, her thighs still smarting from the riding crop.

""Good girl, J. Now, I want you to bend over. Keep your knees straight and grab your ankles."” She let her hands run over Jessica''s ass before she pushed down on her back, urging her to comply. “"You are so open, J. That little dress is half way up your back now, your ass naked."” She ran her hands over Jessica''s ass cheeks, rubbing the soft flesh, making Jessica feel her nakedness as she bent over, her ankles gripped tightly. Heather moved down near her arms.

""Just to make it easier for you,"” she clipped the wrist cuffs to Jessica''s ankle cuffs, securing her in the bent over position.

Blood rushed to her head, her hair falling to the floor, her breasts pulling downward to the floor. The back of her legs quickly began to ache, her muscles straining to keep her knees locked, bent at the waist.

Heather stood in front of Jessica, leaning over to grab her ass cheeks, spreading them apart with her fingers, the audience having an unobstructed view as her anus came into sight. “"Still looks tight. Michael must enjoy being in your hot, snug asshole. He always was an ass man. He likes it better than pussy."” She moved around to the side of Jessica, reaching out to her pussy, her feminine fingers grasping her lips and pulling them back for all observers to see. “"Look at that tight pussy and asshole. “"

Jessica felt a finger enter her pussy, not the calloused finger of a man, but a soft feminine touch. She squirmed as it slid inside her, her pussy already wet from being exhibited naked before the guests. She moaned silently, squeezing the finger with her inner muscles.

""Such a nice grip she has, she must be a remarkable fuck,"” Heather told the growing audience. Some of the women came over to their men, hands reaching out and grabbing hard cocks, rubbing them as they watched Jessica''s humiliation. “"She creams nicely."” She pulled her finger from Jessica, slipping it into her own mouth, sucking it as if it was a cock. “"And such a tasty one, too. Young pussy has such a sweet fragrance to it.""

She wanted the finger back; her pussy wet and aroused. She didn''t care who was watching or that it was a woman who was doing it. All she cared about was having a finger back in her pussy.

""Should I test her asshole?"” Heather asked the audience.

""Yes!"” the crowd offered. “"Two fingers!"” someone shouted out, “"let her feel it.""

Heather let her finger slip back up Jessica''s pussy, noticing that she was wetter than before. “"You''re enjoying this, aren''t you, J? Grip my finger and get it wet. They want me to stick two fingers up your ass.""

Jessica let her pussy grip the finger, clenching and unclenching on it as Heather began to run it in and out, gathering up her juices as she did. Her pussy felt empty again, but she knew that it would be her asshole that would receive the reaming next. She didn''t have to wait long. A finger slowly and gently circled the tiny, brown, wrinkled hole. Even though she had been fucked in the ass with fingers and sometimes with large cocks, it always seemed to shrink back down to a tight, tiny opening. It was true what she''d been told; it was like constantly being a virgin.

Heather teased the small hole, putting pressure on her finger as she circled the opening, seeing the small hole pucker from the rude fondling. She jammed two fingers in Jessica''s asshole hard, pushing past the protective muscle into her rectum. She had to hold Jessica, keeping her from falling, shocked at the brutal thrust in her asshole, expecting a gentle fondling like her pussy received.

""Ahhhh ... “” she moaned in pain, as the finger scraped inside her rectum, yet her sphincter clenched on the two fingers as Jessica felt the fullness again.

""Such a magnificent asshole. Very hot and tight, good grip. Her muscles clench so nicely. She was built to be sodomized."” She gave Jessica a quick jab deep inside her, extracting another gasp of pain, then her fingers withdrew, the pucker still open, waiting for the return of her fingers.

Heather reached down to Jessica"s legs, unsnapping her cuffs from her ankles, letting her body rise up. “"Turn around,"” she ordered Jessica, “"and spread your legs wide again.""

Jessica faced the group of people watching her, about twenty of them, plus Michael grinning at her. She saw one girl, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit in front of one of the men, her head bouncing up and down, his large cock splitting her lips, her cheeks bulging each time he pulled her head onto his cock. She felt Heather snapping the ankle cuffs into a pair of rings in the floor, leaving her spread open again. Her arms were pulled up, attached to the collar, her elbows jutting outward, her breasts rising, her skirt riding up over her crotch.

Heather pulled her dress up, tucking it in, leaving Jessica naked from the waist down. “"Such an inviting target."” Heather tapped the riding crop on the insides of Jessica"s thighs, slapping it back and forth between them, each time moving higher and higher. She reached down, touching Jessica"s pussy, pulling back her lips. “"Just as I thought, you"re ready to cum.""

The riding crop swung up from the floor, hitting Jessica on the lower part of her pussy. Jessica jerked her hips backwards, then pushed forward again. “"Yes, you obey well. But this time, I don"t want you to shy away from the whip.""

The whip hit her squarely on her sex. Pain shot up, and Jessica bit on her lip, keeping her body rigid, not flinching away from the harsh leather riding crop. The crop slid between her thighs. Jessica bowed out her legs, accommodating the leather crop moving between her pussy lips.

Heather began to slide the crop up and down between Jessica"s pussy lips, noting Jessica''s tiny yelps of pain when a hard push or a snag on the normally smooth shaft of the crop would scrape her tender inner lips. The crop turned dark, Jessica"s juices staining the leather as she sawed it back and forth between her legs. Heather pulled it out and snapped it harshly upward. Jessica rose on her toes as the crop banged painfully into her sex. Two more sharp slaps to her lower pussy, slapping the puffy lips back and forth before moving up, snapping the crop over her lips as she moved from the bottom to the top, beating Jessica''s tender flesh.

Jessica"s body was rigid as she endured the constant barrage on her pussy, her flesh steaming, her pussy lips swelling. Just when she thought she couldn"t endure anymore, the whip slipped through her pussy again, this time the tip starting at the bottom and pushing hard against her sex as it spread her lips, making the journey from the bottom of her slit to the top, the tip rubbing harshly against her clitoris. After going up and down three times, Jessica"s hips began to move, pushing her pussy into the crop harder, craving the pleasure it was giving her.

Heather saw that she could not last much longer. She played the shaft of the crop up and down between the swollen lips, would pull it out and slapping three times, each time harder, making sure she hit the fat lips, forcefully pushing them out of the way so the leather would slap her tender pink insides or better yet, her swollen clitoris. She watched her juices splatter as the leather crop slapped hard.

Jessica had her eyes closed, her hips thrust forward. Pushing her pussy out, not caring where the shaft of the crop masturbated her or the slaps landed, they both blended into a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. She bowed out her legs, opening her sex for the crop, eager to cum. Heather moved the crop faster and faster, the pain increasing with each unyielding strike, the pleasure increasing as the shaft moved back and forth between her lips, always making sure it rubbed harshly over her hard clit.

""God, yes!"” Jessica cried out. Heather slapped her pussy hard, swinging the crop up from the floor so she could get more powerful strokes. That was all Jessica needed, the leather strap hitting her swollen clitoris, slapping hard, the pain radiating all through her sex. “"Oh, yes! Harder!"” she pleaded, shaking and trembling, the riding crop dragging a powerful orgasm from her body, coming before all of the people watching her, the faces watching her making it even more exciting.

Heather slid the crop up and down her drenched slit, letting Jessica''s cum soak the leather, keeping her orgasm from ending quickly. She unsnapped the ankle cuffs from the rings on the stage, Jessica able to close her legs now, Heather, leading her off the stage by the leash.

Jessica was now embarrassed, the crowd around her clapping as she was led from the stage, pleased at how she had cum for them.

""Such a nice little pet, Michael,"” Heather complimented him.

""Come, J."” Michael pulled her along by the leash, moving among the throng of guests.

""Evening."” She heard the voice and instantly recognized the Senator''s voice. She looked up and saw the Senator smiling at her. “"And I recognize this beauty.""

""I didn''t know you two had met."” Michael was puzzled at the Senator''s comment.

""Yes, on the plane when she first arrived here. A very enjoyable plane ride. She was a very eager and willing girl. I''m sure she has improved,"” he said, noticing her body peaking out from the meager garment draped over it.

""Well, have you improved?"” Michael spoke to Jessica.

""Yes, Master, I hope I have,"” Jessica answered.

""Do you mind if I have her again?"” The Senator was not particular as to which one answered him, remembering only the lovely body Jessica had.

Michael looked at Jessica, nodding his approval. “"She would love to.""

Jessica moved toward the Senator, Michael handing the leash to him. She felt herself being led over to a long bench situated at the side of the room. Next to the bench a couple was engaged in sex, the girl on her knees, her mouth wrapped around the large cock of the man. She had a schoolgirl outfit on, his hands guiding her head up and down by her pigtails. She gurgled as she swallowed the load of cum he shot in her mouth, his semen dripping from the corners. They stood, nodding to Michael as they moved off, leaving the three of them alone.

The Senator pulled the leash off of Jessica, remembering the flight they had taken together. His hands reached out to her dress, pulling it from her body, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle. He watched as she stepped out of it, spreading her legs slightly. His cock hardened at the sight of her breasts, her nipples erect from the constant rubbing of the silky material on them, the areolas large, highlighted by the white flesh surrounding them. Moving his hands to her stomach, he felt her body shake as he touched her, up to her breasts, his eyes staring at hers. He clenched his large hands around her globes, hefting them up, loving the feeling of the firm flesh in his hands. “"Have you clamped her nipples yet?""

""No, though she does tend to like a little pain with her pleasure,"” Michael said, smiling as he watched the Senator rubbing his fingertips over her nipples, making them stick out, hard rubbery tips that ached to be squeezed hard. She did not have to wait long. The Senator''s thick fingers, eager, tightened just behind the swollen nipples, squeezing, the dark red nipples looking like they would pop as the blood was forced to the tips.

The Senator pulled up on her nipples, watching her rise up on her toes as he stretched them in the air, the flesh distorted. Her mouth clenched tightly, enduring the pain he was inflicting on her tits. His other hand reached down to her pussy, feeling her spread her legs wider for him, opening up for his examination. “"Good girl."” His fingers found her slit, pushing between the thick lips, finding her pussy wet with desire. “"Just as I thought. Soaked! Put your feet back flat on the ground,"” he ordered her. He kept his hands still as she slowly lowered her feet, her nipples forced to stretch and tear, Jessica inflicting her own pain on her body. She grunted when her feet were firmly planted on the ground, seeing her stretched nipples in front of her face.

She felt a sudden relief as his fingers left her nipples, followed by a sharp pain as the blood rushed to the nipples. His fingers continued to rub up and down her slit, her hips beginning a gentle rocking as she enjoyed his masturbation of her body. She looked around. At least twenty faces watched her naked body put through its paces by the Senator.

""Turn around,"” she was ordered, and turned her back to the Senator. Feeling his hands grasping her taut buttocks, she relaxed her cheeks, knowing where he was going with his fingers. She was not disappointed. As he stretched her cheeks wide, she felt the cool air of the room on her anus as the tiny hole was pulled open.

The Senator''s fingers circled just inside the wrinkled opening, feeling the muscle try to push it out, fighting the intrusion of the intimate opening. “"I see you have sodomized her. Is she trained to make you cum with her asshole?""

""Yes, such a grip she has. Once I sheathed my cock inside her, not moving, making her squeeze it until I came. It took her a half an hour but it was the most exquisite feeling. It was like a velvet glove massaging my cock. You should take her in the ass if you haven''t already,"” Michael laughed, not knowing how far he had gone with her on the airplane ride, Jessica always surprising him.

""Has she taken two at a time yet?"” the Senator asked, knowing that Henri had also probably enjoyed her body during the summer.

""Yes, but one always in her mouth. She has never had a cock in her pussy and one in her asshole at the same time.""

""Would you care to join me in showing Jessica what it feels like to be so stuffed between her legs, to feel two hard, pulsating cocks splitting her up the middle? If you don''t mind, I would want to be in her asshole.""

""I would love to. Her pussy is already tight, with a cock in her ass, it''ll grip my cock like a vise."” Michael lay down on the bench, his hand reaching up to grip his cock, aiming it straight up in the air, the thick, red head gleaming with pre-cum.

""Jessica, impale your pussy on his cock."” His fingers still in her asshole urged her to place her legs on either side of Michael''s body, straddling the thick piece of meat that was already pressing between her legs. She almost had to stand on her toes to keep it from going inside her instantly.

Michael''s hard cock teased her vagina, burning hot, swollen, probing her opening. He slipped a couple of inches inside her, the large rubbery head pushing aside all resistance, her vagina clinging to the shaft as he slowly entered her. She pushed down again, her pussy taking six inches of hard cock inside, grunting as he filled her up. She lowered again, taking it all inside her, stretching her vagina open to receive the hot flesh, her hot tight walls gripping him and pulling on skin as it impaled her. She struggled as his cock slid inside her wet tunnel, his round hard knob burying itself hard against her cervix. Hands reached behind her, playing with her buttocks, pulling apart her cheeks, opening her anus up.

Michael watched her vagina cling to his cock when she pulled it from her and only when the head was gripped just beneath the rim did she plunge back down, her body rocking from the powerful thrust, his fingers underneath keeping her raised up and fucking back. Her tits danced on her chest. The Senator''s fingers rubbed her anal opening, entering her hot rectum, fighting her reluctant sphincter.

Jessica felt full again, Michael''s hard cock squeezing painfully into her young, tight body. A finger entered her anus, sliding into the buttery depths of her rectum forcing a pained gasp, stretching her open, making her ready for two fingers to plunge inside, to pack her ass with fingers and her crotch with cock. She felt stuffed, a mass of pleasure, fingers meshing with the cock arousing her to a fevered pitch, again. She barely remembered the audience with their eyes glued to her rocking figure, being fucked, while fingers readied her asshole.

Michael''s cock clung to the walls of her pussy, sliding along, fucking her faster and faster. The Senator''s hands pushed down on her back, her sharply pointed nipples pushed into Michael''s naked chest, his hand pressing her body to his. She felt the Senator behind her, his hot cock rubbing up and down her ass crack, sliding over her swollen anus. She felt a warm liquid poured on her, a thick finger forcing it inside, lubricating her anal tract for his hard cock.

Michael stilled his cock, buried in her velvety insides, jerking in pleasure as she squirmed above him, knowing that the Senator was readying her asshole to be sodomized. He looked at her face, her eyes wide open as she felt the big head of the Senator''s cock pressing against her anus, the steely weapon slowly forcing itself in the tiny hole.

She screamed in pain. Michael''s mouth pressed against hers, smothering her scream as she felt like her body being torn open by a jackhammer, the two hard cocks trying to bury themselves simultaneously in her tiny openings. She shuddered violently, her pussy clasping onto Michael''s cock in reaction to the pain, the terrible burning and tearing as her anus was slowly forced to accept the hot flesh sliding into the buttery insides of her hot rectum, her sphincter in spasms of pain. It felt like one giant cock between her legs instead of two.

""Slowly, please, slowly,"” she begged as the Senator''s hips moved forward, her asshole forced to take his rigid member in powerful jabs, plunging in and out, each time burying itself deeper into depths of her colon. She gritted her teeth as she was sodomized by the thick cock, feeling the twin members lying side by side between her legs, hard, pulsating flesh. Michael made his cock jerk inside her pussy; the Senator did the same, both of them buried inside her, twitching in pleasure.

""Relax, Jessica. Don''t fight it,"” Michael comforted her.

She braced for the impact when the Senator grabbed her tightly by the hips, slowly drawing his cock out of her asshole.

The Senator watched her anus grip his shaft as he slowly pulled it from her, a giant rubber band wrapped tightly around his cock. He couldn''t believe how stretched she was, Michael''s cock right below, her vagina wrapped tightly around him. He felt Michael''s hands lifting her off of his cock, both of them leaving her holes temporarily vacant, but not for long. When both cocks were gripped just beneath the heads, their hips shot forward, burying the hard meat inside her clenching body.

Just when she felt some relief from the twin shafts inside her body, they smashed back inside her like a freight train, shoving aside all resistance to smash into her cervix and to bury within her colon, her body trying to bend to stop the terrible cramping they caused. She could barely breathe, her chest rising and falling as they began to fuck her, again. First one cock would be pulled from her body while the other pushed in. Then they changed, both cocks burying themselves inside her, feeling like her insides were being pushed aside for the dual cocks. They buried their cocks, smashing against her insides. She felt them swell, imagining the cum running up from their balls, through their shafts, bathing her pussy and asshole with their hot juices. She came when they did, from the cock twitching deep inside her colon, giving her a sperm enema and from Michael''s cock twitching and jerking, leaving his wetness deep inside her pussy. She bucked as the orgasm came, eyes opened wide, the audience watching her cum, naked and exposed, two powerful men taking her body as she lay, now submissively, pinned between the twin members coming inside her.





Epilogue



Home-Cumming



Jessica sat in the first row of Professor Johnson''s Advanced Child Psychology class. She had worn her most provocative outfit—a tee shirt that barely covered her breasts, her tanned stomach naked. The cold classroom was making her nipples hard, pressing out the thin material. She knew he would see her dark brown areolas through the almost sheer material. She had bought a very short, plaid “"schoolgirl"” wrap-around skirt that opened with just a pull of the belt.

The Professor smiled when he entered the room. He had heard she was back, Michael filling him in on the details of her summer. He masturbated after seeing her name on his roster, the thought of doing all of the things Michael had done to her filling his mind. “"Good morning, Jessica. I trust you had a profitable and instructive summer. I hope you used the training you learned in my classes.""

The classroom was still empty, Jessica having shown up early, eager to surprise the Professor. She looked into his eyes, then down to his crotch, seeing how hard his cock was already. She smiled, then slowly parted her legs, her hands moving down to her skirt, pulling the already short garment up higher as her bottom slid to the edge of the chair and her legs spread for him. She watched his eyes as they shifted to her clean-shaven pussy so boldly exposed by her widespread legs.

""Yes, Professor. I made lots of money; no need to work part-time this semester. Even better, I learned so many new things about myself. I have you to thank for that, Professor. I am deeply indebted to you. Anything, and I mean anything I can do to show my appreciation would barely repay you for the enlightenment I have received. I still have so much more to learn and experience. Master assured me that you would be more than willing to further my education.""

The other students began to come into the room. Jessica pulled her short skirt down but kept her legs parted, Professor Johnson only able to imagine what was in the darkened region between her legs.

""Come to my office at seven tonight. And be prompt. I don''t abide lateness."” He turned from Jessica, not waiting for an answer, but moved behind the lectern, the class beginning.

Jessica entered Professor Johnson''s office at exactly 7:05, five minutes late. She had stood outside the door, waiting for over ten minutes until she was sure she would be late. She was not disappointed. She found herself bent over the desk, her head resting on the smooth, cold wood, her arms reaching out and gripping the other side. She felt hands on her legs, rubbing her inner thighs before urging them outward until her ankles were at the corners, stretched wide, the familiar feel of leather straps wound around them almost making her cum. She felt the cold air on her ass as her skirt was pulled up and laid on her back, her naked ass cheeks exposed to his gaze. She kept her ass relaxed as he''d instructed while he caressed her taut flesh, his large hands grabbing a cheek and squeezing it like a melon.

She bit her lip when the large wooden ruler hit. He moved systematically up and down her thighs before working on her ass cheeks. Her hands clenched on the wooden desk, her nails almost breaking she was gripping so tightly, the pain becoming unbearable as he relentlessly continued the assault on her tender flesh. She felt him pause then screamed when he brought the wooden ruler up sideways between her legs, hitting her spread pussy with the hard, unyielding object.

He watched the juices fly from her pussy when the wooden ruler connected, wetting the desk beneath her. She jerked in pain, but her cries were more of pleasure than pain. She pushed her ass toward him, her cheeks open, her anus exposed. He took advantage of her position, the wooden ruler hitting her tiny anus with a loud splat. Three more times he hit her, alternating between her pussy and her asshole, contentedly watching her body dance in pain.

When he could wait no longer, the Professor pulled his erect cock out of his pants, fisting the hard meat and placing it against her red ass, running it up and down her drenched slit. He found her vagina, slipping in her silky insides to bury it deep inside her. Her pussy clamped down as he dragged it out, milking him. She had learned well.

""I have friends who would love to join me. They love submissive girls like you. I think I will invite them next time."” His cock plunged back and forth in her tight pussy, his fingers playing with her anus, one finger deep in her rectum. He did not expect any comment; this was not her choice. “"Do you have any friends that are like you, Jessica? Girls that love what an older man can teach them? Naughty girls who must be punished. Girls that love to cum."” He drove his cock deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum. He felt her body shake as his fingers played with her clit, driving an orgasm from her body.



THE END

