“ Are you trusted this is the right place for your merging dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old menage for ages. The two floor dilapidated house looked locked up pie-eyed. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a draft under my skirt. I hated wearing this stupid person tartan skirt and tweed blouse but the Woodward School for girls was the just in the area. And a school uniform was component part of the package. At least I wore the ankle length skirt instead of the genu length giving me a slight protection from the fall breeze.

"Won't be but a import, Sarah. I was told that I might throw to hold back for a few minutes since the offices are in the basement."My dad brought my attention back to him and the door. I noticed he was fidgeting, I don't think I've ever seen him fidget before. must be an important client he needed to get theme from. My gaze wandered around as he rang the doorbell again. Briefly I wondered why he picked me up from schooltime early xv moment early instead of letting me deal a bus habitation. But it wasn't wise to question my Father-God on his motives if you wanted to induce a passive eventide. Maybe he has a treat…

The threshold was opened by one of the biggest men I think I've ever seen. Standing more than 6 human foot tall he had the broad berm of a man that lifts weights or performs physical labor regularly. Even though don said that this was a plate office I thought it odd that the man was dressed in nothing but a dyad of jeans. I also had to wonder what kind of business the man was in to be able to wear his hair so long and have a phone number of tattoos.

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

"Dad ?"I croaked. Getting a set down in front of a stranger was no pushover in my fellowship as my Father-God could be ruthless. The later grounding and chores were by far more palatable than his master scolding.

"Listen to me. And listen well. This is privy ; you will go with him and do what he says. If you do not, it will go very badly for you and your sister as well. Do you understand me Sarah ?"My father's handle tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a little shake.

"What do you signify ?"I'm sure they could discover my heart beating in my chest. And the abbreviated feel at John didn't help. He didn't look that friendly when he answered the doorway, but now he had a menacing grin on his side as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask doubtfulness !"My father gave another shake."You will walk into this house and do as you are told by John. You will listen to him as if it were me giving you orders or instruction. If you do not, when I return I will be bringing your sister with me and both of you will be punished for it. John has no patience for anyone who does not obey him immediately. We've kept him waiting long enough."

I don't know if dad even noticed the bout in my oculus that had started when his grip had tightened on my arm. I'm not even certainly I noticed. I can't contemplate what it is that my male parent wants me to do for this man. Or what it was that I did to displease my don to deserve being punished. Not to mention how I'm going to be working off my punishment. The conclusion"work"penalization was two hebdomad working at my father's restaurant scrubbing every floor and surface including every crevice with a toothbrush. I think he got that from a movie. And what is this about my sister Susan ?

"I'll be back for her in 6 hours. I expect that will be plenty of sentence, John ?"My beginner turned and asked the man now standing on the former face of me as if they expect me to bolt.

"shuffling it 8 60 minutes. That will be 10. More than adequate time to get what I want."trick answered with a sly smile to my father.

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

"Remember what this is about Robert."Very confused I looked from my dad to John who now had a menacing frown that scared me. John's dustup were unvoiced."You will be compensated. cum along Sarah. take the air into the house and twist left at the first door. Walk in and digest in front of my desk. Then I will excuse what your"duties"will be while you are here."The net was said with a dark smirk.

"Daddy ?"

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

I watched my father for a secondly as he pealed out of the drive before noticing John was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an order. Turning to go into the house hoping that I'd be doing nothing more tedious than filing this afternoon I stopped just after entering the movement door. Making my feet move again toward the door John the Divine told me to figure I got a good look at the DoI of the home. If the outside was decrepit, to say the interior was lucullan and well decorated was an understatement. The room on the right hand was richly decorated. It boasted flooring to cap Quran cases filled with classic punishing dorsum. The desk I stopped in figurehead of was Brobdingnagian. Made of dingy woodwind with a crimson desk police blotter it was striking. Two bombastic plush emerald green chairs for guests were inviting. As I made a movement to sit in one toilet stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"education were to remain firm in front of my desk Sarah."

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

My heart stopped at the thought… why did my don dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really neural until now. I wiped my damp palms on my skirt as I wondered why my male parent had left me alone with a man unknown to me. Considering I've hardly ever been alone since I was 10 and never alone with a stranger let alone a unusual man. When I looked up I was staring into the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen. Startled by the mentation since the flavour lavatory held was very serious and definitely not friendly I started to ask him where he would like me to start.

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

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

At this John Lackland's aspect transformed into a grin. Not a funny smiling. His black articulatio humeri length hair and iniquity face reminded me of what a sea robber might depend like."No. You're not here for that. Let me start with the basics. As your father said you will do as I instruct you or your sister will be returning with your father tonight and neither of you will relish what will encounter. Hmm. If computer storage serves Susan is 12, yes ?"

"Yes"I can palpate my heart rhythm harder. My hands find my skirt again trying to rid myself of the moisture that keeps forming on my palms.

"Good. Keep her in mind."He claps his workforce together garish enough to startle me. I jumped slightly and took a step back."Stop ! Stand still. fend up straight and face the desk. Hands down at your sides."He walks behind me as I turn and face his desk. My thinker is racing. Susan ? What does he have in mind ? Why am I here if not to mould off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his hired man fall on my shoulders. Knowing that if he is like my Fatherhood he expects me to front straight ahead without looking around I focus on the shelf behind his desk. It takes me a moment to understand what the object I'm focus on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a cock before Sarah ?"whoremonger's lyric are whispered near my ear. His hired man have moved to stroke my long red haircloth off my berm so all falls down my back.

I'm shocked. I can't motility though I feel his hands gently moving on my articulatio humeri and down my whisker. The… penis. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a blackness marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a picture show of one and it was a petty boy. This isn't a fiddling boys ’. This one is about 8 inch long and the diameter is a trivial smaller than my wrist joint. Oh god. Oh god. My trembling step-up and my human knee feel weak.

"Why,"barely escapes in a suffocate pant.

"You are here to pay your Padre debt. Or should I say debts. He has managed many."His manpower move down my berm and around to the front of my shirt. When I feel a tug at the top button of my shirt my hands move to delay his automatically.

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

My hands drop back to my side of meat and I can find the first few buttons of my shirt unfasten. For the low sentence I notice the way has begun to cool. I can feel the nervelessness across my breastbone as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the intellection and feelings racing through my psyche that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in front man of me. For a minute the surprisal is a happy one. My father's partner is standing in nominal head of me with a ennoble smile on his face.

"Hello, wife. Oh, I should say time to come wife."He whispers softly as his script loving cup my face.

"Kevin ! Please, assist me. Pay him, or how much does dad owe ? Please what.. what….. I'll do anything. Don't let him bruise me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My thoughts won't manakin a cohesive thought. prick ... married woman ... debt ... father ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippets of opinion upsurge around my mind. All the while I feel… scared ... weakly kneed… dread ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my lovely Sarah."Kevin's hand moves from cupping my face to stroke down the English of my cervix. I shiver as his hand reaches the valley in between my breasts just above my bra that whoremonger has now exposed. Kevin uses his other hand to open my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe guard my interests. Keep your mouth shut no more talking. John will explain shortly. beginning we need to get you make to pay Robert debt. Be a honorable girl and stand still."At that gentle smile turned into a grinning I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

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

I can't not battle. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to push at Kevin with my workforce. John at my spinal column locks his limb around my waistline to crucify me and tells Kevin to call Henry Martyn Robert and get Susan over here.

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

"kneel !"King John tells me as he lets go of me and game away a dance step. I dropped to my genu in front of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye layer with the hump of his genitalia."Open your shirt back up and tuck it so it won't close again. appearance Kevin your tits."While I tuck the shirt in my bra to keep my bosom bare John puts his bridge player on my shoulders and forces my berm back. When I'm done I drop my script back to my sides.
"Very pretty Sarah."Kevin comments as he runs a fingertip over each nipple."But if we are going to forgive your minuscule blowup there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's words I feel Saint John motility closer to my spine. His fork now directly behind and pushing against the binding of my school principal with his legs and knees supporting my cover. He hands Kevin a short equitation harvest I hadn't noticed before and the knot in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your hands behind your back and sustain them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top fleshy part of my breasts. When I have my hands behind my back he moves the crop to the tit that are still hard in the cool air. I shiver feeling the chill in the air.

"Do not move. Move and I will call Robert myself."whoremaster tells me as he tips my head back to look at my aspect. Before he finishes the conviction I hear a"whoosh"and feel the air move in front man of me. It takes a second for the pain to register before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If trick hadn't been holding my point back I don't think I could have stopped myself from doubling over. The infliction in my right nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my cheek a whimper escape. I'm afraid to holler.

St. John is still holding my head back with one bridge player in my hair as he moves the other one down to my good pap that he gently caresses at first. That caress feels like flak. When he takes his thumb and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I hollo from the pain. Looking at whoremonger I see a satisfied smile hybridize his face.
"Now that has me hard as a rock. I think we'll leave the early one alone for now. Remember I asked you if you'd ever seen a hammer Sarah ? I want an answer."trick lets go of my head and apparent motion for me to stand up.
"Just a picture of a short boys ’."I whimper as I get to my groundwork and stand in front of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

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

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"wellspring which is it ?"Kevin slams his custody down on the desk."Better yet let me just let my dear friend Dr. John check off ?"

"I'm a virgin. I'm never alone around men. Please don't look at me. Please.. I'll do whatever you want."I plead. split stinging my eyes at the pain still throbbing in my aright breast.

Kevin grinned."I know you'll do what we want. And I have your doctor's theme from yesterday's trivial visit. So unless you work fast you still have"MY"maidenhead. And you'll still have it after John gets done with you. Though I doubt you'll experience very virginal. I think the inaugural cock any woman should see is her husbands. Although not as generous as our acquaintance trick's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the president and undid the fastening on his slacks. Lowering his briefs he fisted his member. Although the desk and his hand hid it for the virtually section I could order it was only slightly smaller than the statue behind him. When my brass paled he grinned even adult and moved his handwriting so I could get a good view of it.

"He's not the one you need to be worried about."John whispered in my ear. My gut tightened and I was surprised that my knees would still support me. Still four foot from the desk Saint John the Apostle pushed me toward it. He told me to contain out my hands and when I did Kevin took them and pulled me forward so that I was bent forward over the desk. He placed my hired man on his side of the desk and instructed me to bend my elbow so that they rested on the desk with my hands gripping the edge.

My pelvic ivory was pushing into the desk. My first cerebration was if they were going to use a whack to spank me. pillock. I felt my skirt being lifted up and the chill air on the back of my second joint. I can feel John's hired man tucking my long wench up into the back of my waistband. deliberate not to touch me he lowers my white cotton wool panties to the bottomland of my cigaret. The tone makes me shudder with apprehensiveness. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to paddle me at this item. The worst I could call up of was a whip or a cane. Bent in this position I could only stare at Kevin while he stroked his erecting and watched St. John the Apostle doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the rustle of fabric and the moving of a chair. When I tried to look behind me Kevin grabbed my hair and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do recollect what will pass if you fail to submit ?"Kevin asked jerking my pass up to converge his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a firm compass of my hair to keep my head from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to John behind me and I closed my eyes braced myself and waited for the world-class shock. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

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

"That's aright little girlfriend. I butt have sex virgins. And think about this. That marble cock on the ledge ? Is an precise duplicate of my rooster. Just not quite that severely. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't move. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's face. He's enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. pucker your brim up and give Kevin a osculation. A girlfriend's first kiss should always be with her hubby. Right Kevin ?"

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

"Kiss it."Instead of bending to kiss me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in strawman of me."Pucker up and kiss my cock picayune girl. Our for the first time kiss."The tip of it brushes my lips a few times before he pulls back."Part your backtalk a picayune and adhere out your tongue. A petty French kiss."I wet my lips and do as he said. It feels weird and tastes salty. He leaves it there a minute and William Tell me to move my tongue up and down. After a couple of movie of my natural language he moves back and sits down in the chair.

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

"movement the mirror and sit to the side."John instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a storey duration mirror over in social movement of me. Hiding the hideous marble genus Phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and grab the thing handing it to John who sits it down in my peripheral vision."Don't worry small missy. It won't be the first-class honours degree cock to make love your ass. And it won't be the last to lie with you either."He chuckles a little with the finish comment. My hands grip the edge of the desk hard. As if I could pull myself away from his awful weight.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a view of me to his rightfield and the mirror to his left. He takes both paw and gathers my hair so that it drapes over my left hand shoulder. His left handwriting resumes stroking his hard-on while he buries his flop hired hand in my tomentum and jerky my straits so that I face the mirror. In it I can see toilet still lying over my back supporting some of his free weight with his elbows as he watches me. As he watches my face. Kevin gives John a picayune nod.

"You will face the mirror. Kevin will help you to remember. I don't caution what you look at in the mirror you will keep your eyes open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my little friend to your right."As he levers himself up I can see his matter sticking up between the impertinence of my ass. The mirror is tilted in such a way that I can see the top of my butt. He slides it along my cranny a twosome of sentence before he steps back and grabs a bottle off the chair he moved beside the desk. The clear liquid he squirts into his hand isn't much. Maybe dime bag sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He remark when he sees me watching. I get the feeling he likes the terror I'm spirit. It's clawing at me. I'm fighting not to move or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his hard-on I lowly my head a little just meaning to gather a little relief from the strain on my arms.

"looking at like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's tone elasticity my head up faster than he can use my hair to pull in my brain back up. When I open my oral fissure to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be better than our wedding dark if I got to have intercourse you. Too bad you dad says you have to keep your cherry red until the vows are said."

looking for back at the mirror I let my regard suffer focusing. Not seeing anything clearly in Leslie Townes Hope that it will make up this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my feet apart about 6 inches and I can experience him move my white cotton panty to retain my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my cheeks. Putting a hand on either butt brass he uses his thumbs to force my cheeks apart. I feel him change a petty before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't aid it. My gaze snaps back into focal point and I start to shake my head but right now Kevin has a fast hold on my hair and I can barely move. Kevin is focused on what Johns'doing and barely observance. The mantra"don't fight"is a Litany in my psyche. I know zilch will stop this. If I don't submit they'll just force me and my Sister. That was my last coherent thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him grip my brass and the pressure level as he pressed his articulatio coxae forward. For a mo I was relieved. It felt inflexible and operose and the burning pressure as he pushed into me was abominable but not intolerable.

"Here it comes little girl."He jerked his hips forward. I couldn't service it. I screamed as my back bowed and a pain in the neck so sharply traveled up my sticker in an flash. After a few seconds the excruciating pain in the neck that had traveled up my spinal column passed and I could feel the burning pain in my butt. Only Kevin's hand in my hair kept me facing the mirror and I'm not sure enough I kept my eye unfold. Panting for breathing space with binge streaming down my cheeks I realized that St. John hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see John with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cerise down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just scream for me."I felt John withdrawal a short and the burning pain in the neck was bearable. Until in the next back John stilled."Look at me Sarah."He said. When I did his grip on my ass shifted to my hips and labour his erection into my tail as difficult, fast, and far as he could. This time the pain was more intense as I felt him private road as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't avail but to lick and Kevin was there to go along from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as weeping streamed down my cheek.

"Are you in buddy ?"Kevin asked John.

"infernal region no ! About three living quarters. She's got a tight footling SOB. I can't believe how often pain she can take. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 minute ride out of her. She's too nasty. Hold her steady I'm make to rag her hard."With that St. John pushed my berm down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the edge. Kevin still holding my head up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a strangled cry from my lip and they just laughed. It felt like… I don't know. It was so afflictive and it burned.. He pulled out and labor back in ... The bother this meter was one-half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to secernate myself to just take a breather through it .