Boarding School Sex Training

Boarding School Sex Training

Chapter 10 Rachel's New Life

Copyright 2005 by Powerone

Rachel sat in her room remembering what had transpired yesterday. It was spring break and this was the first time she was alone with Stephen since the agreement, Headmaster Michael was always around before. She thought about her agreement, three years of being sexually available to Stephen in exchange for a million dollar inheritance. Actually it was only two years and nine months now. A lot had happened since that time. Michael had trained her, trained her well. She had lost her virginity in all of her orifices, Michael and Stephen enjoying putting their cocks in her mouth, pussy and finally sodomizing her.

Yesterday, Deena had joined them in bed, Rachel forced to perform with another girl, jealous as Deena fucked Stephen. Stephen had told Rachel that he would be entertaining some of his friends and wanted her to join them.

"I expect you to do as you are told," the tone of his voice ominous, Rachel afraid of what was going to happen.

He had laid out her clothes, a short black dress that would ride high above her knees, low cut cleavage almost down to her waist, no bra, but she was thrilled at the sight of the black garter belt and stockings, and a pair of black satin panties to match. High heels assured that her legs would be highlighted. She took a leisurely bath, soaking in the suds, her hand slipping down into the water, to gently masturbate, her eyes closed in thought at what would happen to her today. She could never fathom the things that they did, Rachel was always surprised and sometimes shocked at what they conjured up for her. She was sure today wouldn't be an exception. She stood before the full length mirror, naked, turning sideways, her breasts sticking out, her nipples still hard from masturbating, surrounded by the dark brown areolas. She gazed down past her waist, her butt firm and tight, her legs lean and long. She faced the mirror, her pussy framed by the patch of pubic hair neatly cut into a vee, her mound pronounced, split delicately by her labia.

She began to dress, admiring herself when she finished, turning sideways, her dress opening up slightly in the front, a peek of her naked breasts. Her legs looked great in the short dress, the feeling of the garter belt and stockings making her feel even sexier then she was. She heard the doorbell ring numerous times, the sounds of voices downstairs signaling that some of the guest had arrived, a tremble running through her body at the unknown that awaited her.

The clock in the hallway chimed seven o'clock, telling her it was time to join Stephen. She left her room, closing the door behind her, her heels clicking on the wooden floors as she went downstairs. She could hear voices coming from the living room, unusual, not the place that Stephen usually entertained. She turned down the hallway, entering the massive living room. There were four men and Stephen in the room. She smiled as she entered, her eyes moving from each of them.

She had met some of them before when she was younger, before she went to boarding school. The first was the Judge, a prominent jurist, a good friend of Stephen's. He was about sixty five, graying hair, slim figure, impeccably dressed, a dashing figure if it wasn't for his age. Seated on the other end of the couch was a handsome man dressed in a military uniform, a Colonel if she read the insignia correctly. He looked to be in his late thirties, early forties; a quick look showed no sign of a wedding ring on his finger. In the chairs across from the couch sat the Chairman of the school, Michael's boss. She had heard rumors about him, though no one had every confirmed them, most of the girls refusing to even discuss it. He had a liking for the young girls at the school, nothing unusual in that, Headmaster Michael had taught many of the girls to be sexually available to their guardians, Rachel included. But his tastes were reported to run to more of the extreme, bondage and S&M. But no one ever talked about it, it remaining only a rumor. He was older than Michael and Stephen, probably in his fifties. He was tall and slender, handsome in his own sort of way, but also scary; his eyes seem to run right through you. Next to him sat a Japanese gentleman, graying hair, dressed in a black kimono, somewhat out of place with the other men, but still looking as though he fit in.

Her heels clicked on the tile floors as she walked in, all eyes on her, not on her face, but on her body. Her naked breasts beneath her dress bounced as she walked, her nipples hard as they rubbed on the inside of the dress, the silk stocking hissing as her thighs touched as she walked. She was sure that there were five hard cocks in the room as she walked in, smiling at the thought of what her body did to men.

"Good evening Rachel. You look lovely tonight. You know some of them men, Judge Johnson and Chairman Wilson. This is Colonel Leonard and Sensei Ito. Would you mind getting us all a drink? Scotch and water, a touch of ice." They began to talk again, Sensei Ito commanding the conversation.

She walked over to the bar, making the drinks, sure that all eyes were on her ass as she walked. Sensei. She was sure that was a title used for teachers, doctors and other people with a higher education and from whom you receive a service or instructions. She wondered what his services or instructions were. She put the drinks on a tray and walked over to them, the ice in the drinks clinking as she walked. She gave Stephen his drink first out of respect, bending over to hand him the glass, his eyes staring into the gap of her dress, staring at her naked breast.

"Colonel Leonard next. He is the head of the Special Operations. His specialty is political and military interrogation. I understand he is very good at his job. He has been very valuable for the school, helping Headmaster Michael in the training of the girls and assisting Chairman Wilson in some other matters."

She moved toward him, a shiver running up her spine as his eyes glared at her, sure that his mind was imagining some awful things that involved her. As she bent over to hand him the drink, he sat forward in the couch, closer to her. "Don't move," his voice commanding, Rachel frozen in place. She looked over at Stephen, he nodded to her, Rachel realizing that the night had already started.

"You're a very lovely girl Rachel," standing up in front of her. His hand reached out and pushed into the vee of her dress, feeling the goose bumps pop out on her skin as he touched her for the first time. He slid his hand in further, cupping her breast in his large hand, able to cradle it in his palm. "Such a lovely tit Rachel." His finger began to run over her nipple, feeling the tip react, swelling up under his ministrations. "Nice firm tits and a very perky nipple." He squeezed the nipple between his fingertips, watching her expression as he increased the pressure, seeing her bite her lip as he pinched harder. "Do you like your nipples pinched Rachel?" He twisted his fingers, feeling the flesh beneath his fingertips crush.

All eyes were on her as the Colonel played with her breast, his hand hidden from view but all could see his hand move beneath her dress, cradling her breast. At first he was gentle, then his fingers began to pinch her nipple. She did enjoy a little pain though she hated to admit it to anyone, but he continued to apply pressure, feeling like her nipple was in a vise. "Yes, I mean no," she stammered, the pressure continuing, feeling like her nipple was being crushed.

The Colonel released his tight grip on her nipple. "It seems to have gotten bigger and harder. I think the answer is yes." His hand clenched onto her breast flesh, testing the resiliency, unclenching, then clenching again, feeling her squirm from his powerful grip. He loved the feel of young, firm flesh, his fingertip rubbing over her nipple, keeping it in a state of hardness. He pulled his hand out of her dress, all eyes on the black fabric, her pointed nipple seemed to be trying to poke through the silky material. "Give Chairman Wilson his drink next."

Rachel moved towards the Chairman, fearing him the most. While the rumors were never confirmed, she was almost sure they were true. She had read a little about BDSM and the thought of being bound did tend to excite her, she was not sure about the pain. There was a fine line between pain and pleasure and she had often discovered that pain didn't bother her much while she was sexually aroused. The Chairman was not as handsome as Headmaster Michael. He was older, mid fifties, with brown hair with a hint of gray around the temples, long and wavy. His face had a hardened look to it and she guessed that is what made her scared of him the most, the dark brown eyes that looked so forbidden. He was still fit for his age and dressed impeccably, a pullover and slacks that fit his body to a tee.

He grabbed the glass that Rachel offered him, putting it quickly down on the table. He had other things to attend to, the lovely girl that was standing in front of him. "Come closer Rachel," his voice assertive, just like Michael's or Stephen's. She didn't hesitate, a product of Michael's training. She stood before him, her shapely legs perched on her heels within reach, his hands moving out to touch her knees. "Spread your legs a bit Rachel. I want to feel those sleek thighs. Stephen tells me you have a lovely garter belt on." He waited as her legs parted, a foot between them. "Wider Rachel. You can do better then that."

Rachel was beginning to get a little embarrassed. All of these men were staring at her body, each taking a turn at touching her, Rachel unable to do anything but suffer under their fondling of her body. She feared what they intended to do to her, knowing this was only the preliminary. She spread her legs wider, a dampness between her legs as she submitted, knowing that a hand would soon feel that between her legs. She felt the large calloused hand begin to slide up the insides of her thighs. She shuffled her legs a little wider as the hand became more insistent, grabbing her tender flesh harder, squeezing her thighs, forcing them into a wider stance.

"That's a good girl Rachel," pleased as she spread her legs wider without being told. He sat forward, both hands on her thighs now, pushing outward on her legs, making her bow them out. She had to crouch down slightly to allow for the awkward position. He could almost smell her pussy, the thought of the way her pussy lips were unfolding by the obscene position made his cock throb in his pants. He felt her body shiver when he reached the top of her stockings, his hands finding her naked silky thighs. He pinched each thigh harshly.

She looked down at the position he was forcing her into, her legs bowed out his hands beneath her dress moving about, all eyes on her as she stood submissively before him. "OWW," she screamed, her legs moving farther apart as her sensitive thigh flesh was pinched, feeling like tiny bites of the pliers were taken to her skin. The hands moved up higher now, her legs beginning to ache, feeling as she was being split up the middle by the wide expanse. She could feel her pussy getting wet, her body eagerly waiting the touch. "AAAGGG," she moaned quietly as his index fingers pushed painfully into the tender area where her legs met, his thumbs moving up to push into her labia. She began to rock back and forth as the fingers pressed and released, each time the pressure harder then the last.

The Chairman pushed his fingers hard into her labia, pushing outward, feeling her lips part, imagining the way she was opening up for him. He felt the gentle rocking of her body as he pressed harder, her eyes closed as she seemed to enjoy the harsh pressure on her body. He would see how well she would respond later when she would be naked, spread and bound, the Chairman free to test her limits of pain and pleasure. He thought she had came when he touched her slit, his fingers finding her wet panties dug tightly into the crevice. "Our dear Rachel is ready to cum for us," the others laughing at her obvious arousal.

She opened her eyes to the laughter, her face red in shame, her body trembling. They were right, she was ready to cum, the Chairman's fingers leaving her body unfulfilled and highly aroused.

"Give the Judge his drink," Stephen ordered her.

She clenched her legs tightly together, feeling her wet panties still pushed between her lips, walking over to the Judge as her panties moved back and forth her wet slit. God, she wished she could push her hand into her panties and masturbate herself, not even caring if the others watched. She knew where the Judge would be visiting, afraid of the Sensei, all of her body would have been touched and prodded, what would he do? She handed the drink to the Judge, quickly turning her back to him as he ordered, staring at the Sensei and Chairman. The Judge's hands quickly manipulated her body into the position he desired of her, one hand on the small of her back, pushing downward, Rachel lowering her upper body as her ass naturally arched out.

"Hands on your knees, the Gentlemen would like to see those lovely titties dangling down." The Judge watched as her already short dress slid up the back of her thighs, her garter belt revealed, her black panties peeking out below the edge.

Rachel lifted her head up, leaving the top of her dress to open up, her naked breasts almost spilling out, exposed for the Chairman and the Sensei. She didn't have to wait long before she heard the familiar command.

"Spread your legs wide for me Rachel," the sixty five year old Judge always appreciative of Stephen sharing his teenage girls with him. They didn't like to be touched or fucked by someone as old as him but Stephen and Michael always taught them well, willing to do anything to please, the Judge eager to test their resolve. His hand slid between her widely spread thighs, gripping her abdomen, pushing upward. "Raise your ass up for me Rachel," his cock jumping in his pants as her ass arched upward, her dress sliding high over her panties, the lovely ass of this teenage pushed obscenely into his face, her black panties outlining her white flesh. The silky panties clung to her flesh, the crotch wet with her juices. With her legs spread so wide, her cheeks were barely covered, the panties sliding to gather into her crack, her taut cheeks almost begging for a spanking or a whipping.

She almost came as he touched her, not even caring when his dry, clammy hands touched her naked skin. She felt his fingers on each side of her crack, pushing outward, her panties sliding between them. She felt her hips wag back and forth, unable to control her own body as his fingertips touch close by her forbidden spot, her tiny anus. Stephen and Michael had both sodomized her, forcing her to take their hard cocks up her tiny hole and then making her pleasure them, clenching on their hard cocks until they flooded her colon with their hot cum. It had hurt, their cocks too large, her anus too small, but she knew that they enjoyed her screams, making it even more enjoyable to them as she squealed in pain under their urgent thrusting into her hot colon. The fingers pressed outward, feeling her anus begin stretching, the familiar burning in her backside beginning.

"Such a lovely backside Rachel," his cock ready to spew as he peeled her cheeks open, her tiny black panties pushed into her crack, the only protection from his leering eyes. "It will be a pleasure to punish it." His hand began to move over her asscheeks, touching the naked flesh, clenching the resisting muscles as she tightened her cheeks in response to his words of punishment.

Now the truth was beginning to come out. Her body trembled in fear and pleasure, the thought of being spanked or whipped while the five of them watched, knowing that she would be bound, her body readily available to whatever they desired to inflict on her, pain or pleasure exciting her and also making her fearful. She didn't know what to expect, but sure that they wouldn't give her an option of accepting or not. A smack to her ass by the Judge, his age no deference to the powerful slap of his palm on her cheek as she felt her skin burn from the blow. At the same time she felt her pussy leak her juices, the thought of how she must look driving her arousal.

He smacked her ass again, the sound ringing out in the room. "Up now Rachel, give the Sensei his drink," Rachel standing back up, her hand moving to the top of her dress, pushing her breasts back in the wide gap of her dress, picking up the last drink and moving towards the Sensei.

He smiled as she moved closer, taking the glass from her hand and sitting it on the table. "Stephen would you help me," handing Stephen the blindfold that he had on the table.

Panic settled into Rachel when Stephen placed the blindfold over her eyes, blackness suddenly engulfing her as she stood there. The blindfold fit her tightly, no light entering, the sounds and smells around her getting stronger. She felt a touch on her arm, Stephen's reassuring grip leading her away, the sound of the other men following them. "Where are we going?"

"Into the other room, we want it to be a surprise for you. I think you will enjoy it, if not, we will for sure." They entered the other room, the lights already turned on.

"Do you know what to do Stephen?" The Sensei moved closer to Rachel, standing in back of her. He gripped the roll of heavy rope, waiting for the right moment. He had done this many times, each time the result was the same. The Judge was standing by, ready to pull off her blindfold at the right moment.

In the darkness, she could still sense Stephen in front of her, partly from his scent, partly she just felt him. She felt a light touch on her leg, feeling a tickle, her dress being pulled up her legs. She was sure that it was above her waist, the cool air blowing on her naked thighs. She heard the command again.

"Spread your legs Rachel, really wide and I will make you cum." He tucked the dress up, keeping it above her waist, his hands free to masturbate her, her legs sliding farther and farther apart, her panties pressing harder against her labia, her slit clearly visible, the front panel of her panties already wet.

The thought of being masturbated and forced to cum in front of them almost did make her cum. She knew all eyes were on her sex, her legs extended wide. "OOOHHH," she moaned as she felt Stephen's hand pull out her panties, his hand sliding in, sliding down over her neatly trimmed bush, her legs spreading wider, eager to have him touch her slit.

As if they were synchronized and had done this a million times it happened. The Judge pulled the blindfold from Rachel's eyes, it taking a second for her to get use to the bright light again. Michael's fingers slid between her lips, finding her pussy soaked, moving back up to tap at her clit. The Sensei pulled her ups arms up, pinning them together, her opposite hand gripping the other elbow. He quickly wrapped the rope tightly around them, pulling tight as she began to struggle.

She could finally see, the room filled with various table, chairs and strange equipment, all with the express purpose of binding her open and spread. Ropes and chains hung from the walls and ceiling, heavy beams able to support her weight from the ceiling. One wall held various instruments, paddles, whips and a wide selection and sizes of dildoes, many looking very painful, large bumps, nails, hooks and ridges running up and down the length of them. She felt her arms pulled up behind her, her wrists bound tightly before she could even think about protesting, even if she had wanted to. At the same time, Stephen touched her clit, her mind conjuring up an image of being bound and forced to service all of the men, all of her orifices open and available, her body painfully bent and tied. She came from the image, the orgasm racing through her body as she struggled, the ropes painfully digging into her arms sending a second shattering orgasm through her body. Her legs felt like they would collapse, Stephen holding her up as she came again, his fingers moving up and down her drenched slit.

"Young girls have a tendency to do this. You can make them cum the first time you bind them. The sudden surrender, a gentle masturbation, the sights of the equipment that will take away their free will and leave their body available to whatever perversion we will inflict on them makes them cum hard as Rachel has aptly demonstrated. It also leaves them sensitive, their sex temporarily sated, the feel of a whip or paddle made more painful."

Rachel could just barely stand, the Sensei continuing to run ropes over her body. Her arms were now pinned to each other, high up her back, forcing her to bend forward. The Sensei yanked back on her hair, her head thrown back, her breasts thrust out. Ropes moved around her upper body, circling her breasts at the top three times before circling lower, this time the Sensei pulled her breasts up so the rope would wrap tightly underneath them. His hands fumbled at the side, unable to see what he was doing, but when he pulled the rope, she felt her breasts begin to crush between the ropes, her nipples poking out farther as they blood rushed to the tips. His hands fumbled between her breasts, a sudden intake of her breath as he pulled again, her breasts pressed even tighter between the ropes, feeling like her nipples would explode. Her legs were just starting to regain their strength when she saw a rope thrown over the beam above her, pulling tight, a strain put on the ropes securing her arms as she felt herself being pulled upward.

They all watched as Rachel was slowly pulled up, the rope moving higher and higher. "On your toes Rachel. Stretch that lovely body up for us." Her breasts were tightly drawn between the ropes, her nipples, hard and pointed pushed out the front of her dress. Her dress had ridden high up her thighs as she perched on her toes, slowing swinging around in a circle as she tried to balance on the rope.

The Chairman moved behind her, holding her body still. His hands reached around the front of her, his hard cock pushed up against her teenage ass, jerking and throbbing as her cheeks tightened, attempting to hold the position on her toes. He let his hands run down the front of her legs, moving down until he reached the top of her short dress. He gripped it and began to let it run up her naked legs, slowly teasing the others as her flesh was revealed.

It was beginning, the Chairman the first to take advantage of the bondage they placed her in, his cock rubbing against her ass, sliding side to side as he slowly pulled up her dress. All eyes were on her, but down low, watching her legs as they were slowly revealed. She felt the dress move up, feeling the air on her naked thighs, sure that it was above where her stockings ended, the sexy garter belt revealed to them.

"A lovely surprise Stephen, unexpected and lovely. Not many girls wear garter belts and stockings. Rachel looks lovely in them, it highlights her white, silky thighs. I'm sure they will look good at framing her pussy when we get her panties down." The Colonel rubbed his cock, he had many plans for Rachel's lovely body. She would not like them but she would have to learn to sacrifice to please them. He continued to raise up her dress, the black dress pulled up over the top of her panties, Rachel seeing all of their eyes on her sex. The Chairman ran his hands over her hips, letting them slide back until he could grasp her ass cheeks, turning her sideways so everyone could get a glimpse of her taut cheeks, her panties pulled tightly over them. "Nice ass," his hands continued to take liberties with her body, Rachel tied tightly, still perched precariously on her toes, unable to stop him from molesting her. He turned her more, her ass to the men, his hand running up and down her crack, the slight indent in her panties giving all of the men a mental image of her anus nestling tightly in her crack. "Spread your legs for us Rachel," the familiar words ringing out in the room again.

Rachel did as she was asked, her legs spreading apart, hard to keep her balance with the obscene position. The Chairman helped her from spinning again, his hand on her ass, holding her in place as he caressed her flesh. He tucked the bottom of her dress into the top of her panties, keeping it out of the way. She felt him turn her again, Rachel spreading her legs again when she was facing forward, their eyes burning a hole in her as they gazed at her pussy again. She could feel her panties in her slit, knowing they had a great view of her labia split by her slit, all of them eager to see her naked pussy.

"May I, Chairman?" The Sensei moved next to Rachel, a new set of ropes in his hands. He tied one end of the rope around her waist, wrapping it twice around before tying another knot, this time the rope moving downward.
His hands pushed out on her inner thighs until her legs spread wider, the rope slipping down between her legs, his hands touching her labia, pulling back her lips until the rope pushed in, a knot conveniently located at the top of her slit would make sure her clit received the maximum attention. He pulled the rope up from behind hard, a gasp coming form Rachel's lips as she felt like she was being split up they middle with a knife, the rope splitting her sex into two. He pulled her cheeks apart, the rope pushed between them, another knot conveniently located over her anus, this one a double knot for added stimulation. Back up to the rope around her waist, another knot, then back down again, joining the first to push apart her cheeks and lips, the double thick rope now harshly placed between them.

"That hurts," she begged, but she knew it would do no good, their cocks jerking in their pants as they inflicted the pain on her sex. She felt the Sensei pull up on the rope, her feet almost leaving the ground as she was yanked up by her sex. He yanked it back and forth, the knot grinding harshly on her clit and anus. "OOOOWWW," she screamed in pain, her sex rubbed raw by the harsh rope. She felt the Sensei's hands cup her breasts, squeezing the bound flesh, his fingers tapping at her nipples, the blood engorged tips sensitive to the touch. His fingers began to tug on her nipples, plucking the swollen tips, pinching and twisting them as she tried to move to avoid his harsh fingers, only succeeding in forcing the rope to move back and forth, the knots effectively rubbing her sex.

The Sensei pushed his hands into the gap of her dress, pulling her naked breast out, repeating the process until both of her breasts were naked and exposed. The tight ropes compressed the lovely, teenage flesh, her nipples red and swollen as the blood was compressed to the tips. He ran his fingers over them, feeling her shudder as the sensitive nipples received his calloused fingers. He squeezed her tits hard, compressing the flesh beneath his powerful hands, pleased with the moan of pain he squeezed from her lips. He pulled the ropes tighter, her breast flesh pinched tighter, compressed into two extended cones capped by hard, red blood engorged tips.

Rachel thought her breasts would pop, a heartbeat in her nipples feeling so loud as it throbbed. The Sensei's hands molested her breasts harshly, treating them roughly but they seemed to drive a strange feeling between her legs as she was slowly stripped naked for the men in the room. It had happened to her before, her submission to Headmaster Michael and then to Stephen sending a strange desire in her body as they used her body for their own pleasure, often igniting pain in her body to please them. The Chairman was not idle, his hands running over her naked hips, sliding back to cup her ass cheeks, clenching tightly on them, driving the rope deeper into the crevice. He yanked hard on the rope, driving it between her legs, feeling like a knife was cutting her up the middle, the knots sawing back and forth over her sensitive skin. His fingers touched her labia, his powerful fingers pinching the puffy flesh, pulling back, shoving the rope in deeper, making sure that she felt the rough rope, her panties the only protection she had left. He pinched her lips tightly against the rope then yanked it, her breath taken away by the pain as it rasped along her tender inner lips.

The Sensei began to untie the ropes from Rachel, her relief short-lived. As soon as the last rope left her body, her dress was yanked from her body, Rachel left standing half-naked, her panties her only protection, the garter belt and stockings making her feel all the more naked. "On the table," he motioned for the others to help him. Rachel was lifted up quickly and placed on the cold table. They pushed her head back until it slipped from the table, bending backwards as the table no longer supported it, staring up into the ceiling. She feared this, the position leaving her mouth open and available, sure that she would be fed some hard cocks. Her arms were pulled down towards the floor, forcing her back to arch, her breasts forced up into the air. A rope around her waist, too tightly drawn forcing her down onto the table, unable to move from side to side. She felt fingers fumbling at her ankles, knowing that they were being prepared to be bound. She didn't have long to wait until she saw two ropes come down from the ceiling, her view cut off by her position as they neared her feet. More fumbling and then she felt the rope being pulled back up again, this time her ankles were attached. They began to sway uselessly, Rachel unable to stop them as her legs were drawn up. At the same time, the ropes moved outward, her legs beginning to spread farther and farther apart as they rose up.

A sudden movement next to her caught her attention, turning her head, struck by the feel of hot flesh on her cheek, the naked cock of the Judge resting on her cheek. She looked over at him, naked, his balls, wrinkled and hanging down, his cock semi-hard, the sixty-five year old Judge barely able to get an erection. Her ass began to rise up from the table, her legs pulled up higher and higher. She began to ache between her legs, the spread of her legs now obscenely wide, sure that all of her charms were open and exposed, including her anus, a thought that scared her.

"Yes my dear, open up that sweet mouth and take in my cock," his fingers running into the corner of her mouth, prying her lips open, his hips moving towards her, his cock dragging across her cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her face until it sat throbbing on her lips. She couldn't protest, his cock slowly pushed into the hot confines of her teenage mouth, her lips stretching wider and wider around his cock. He felt it harden as her hot breath engulfed the head, her tongue accidentally swiping at it, afraid he would cum too soon. He wanted to enjoy her mouth first. He held her face, turning her towards him, feeding more of his dick into her mouth. "Tongue it Rachel, you're going to have to make me cum."

She gurgled as the cock settled into her mouth, disgusted at having to service an old man's cock, afraid of when he would cum, knowing they all liked to force her to swallow their semen. She almost vomited as it pushed in farther, pushing against her cheeks, bulging them out before pushing to the back of her mouth. His hand gripped her head tighter as his hips began their urgent pumping, sliding in and out of her mouth. She could taste the cum leaking from his cock, sliding over her tongue, sitting heavily in her mouth. His hand held her face too tight, knowing that he was waiting to shove his cock down her throat, just waiting for it to get harder.

She felt hands running up and down her thighs, her legs pulled high up into the air, spread wide, her silky thighs available, caressed by calloused hands, moving up and down, pinching her tender skin, forcing a muffled yelp from her stuffed mouth.

The Colonel let his hands run up and down her thighs, moving down to her pussy. The wide expanse of her legs left her pussy lips pulled back, her pink pussy glistening, her arousal evident. She might protest, but her pussy liked being bound and taken. He took a clover clamp, tying a nylon string to the end, securing it to the side. He moved it to her labia, his finger gripping it, seeing her hips jerk in response for the sudden touch. He pulled outward on it before he moved the clover clamp to it, letting it go, snapping shut on her tender flesh. He enjoyed her muffled cry of pain, the Judge taking advantage of her scream to push his cock further into her throat. She began to gag, the cock shoving deep into her throat, clogging it, her breathing heavy through her nose. He saw the Judge grip her face tighter, pumping his cock in and out of her throat. He pulled her other labia back, her body tense, this time knowing what was going to happen, bracing for the sudden pain. She was not disappointed, feeling the clamp snap on her other lip, pulling the string tight. She could feel her pussy lips pulled wide, opened by the strings attached to the clamps, her vagina slightly agape, her pink insides now completely exposed to the men.

She gurgled and gagged as the Judge pumped her mouth up and down on his cock as if it were a pussy. He pushed her face into his abdomen, her lips pushed against his stomach, his cock throbbing and jerking in her tight throat. Her throat muscles fought the intrusion, clamping on the hard cock, trying to push it out as she coughed and gagged, only succeeding in bringing so much pleasure to the Judge. "Such a good girl Rachel. You suck cock like a pro," almost ready to cum in her teenage mouth, her tongue and throat bringing so much pleasure to an old man.

Her pussy hurt, a pinching and pulling, not sure where it was centered, her sex a mass of pain as she lay there bound. She felt the fingers return, felt them run up and down her inner pussy, knowing that she must be horribly exposed, his fingers not even touching her to spread her open.

"Do you like clamps on your pussy Rachel? They spread you open so nicely. I can almost see inside you," the Colonel laughed. He continued to run his fingers over her pussy, taking liberties with her teenage body, his finger pushing into her vagina, feeling the tightness, moving back up to her clit, the hood already slid back, the tiny bud already hard and pulsating with blood.

"EEEFFGG," the cock making her choke, gagging while her mouth was still plugged, the Judge pushing her face harder onto his cock. Her stomach turned flip-flops as she choked and gagged, her throat massaging the cock buried in her neck, unable to stop the constant spasm. "Cough, cough," a combination of spit and cum dripping from her mouth to his cock as he pulled it out of her mouth, Rachel quickly sucking in as much air as possible, all the while choking and gagging.

"Again, back into your throat again," the Judge eagerly awaiting his pleasure again, Rachel's mouth forced back down again onto his cock, the Judge not hesitating, her throat breached by the cockhead before she knew it, the choking and gagging beginning again. His hands became more insistent, forcing her throat back and forth on his cock, never quite pulling it from her throat as he face fucked her.

Her throat was plugged again, sore now, the cock taking its toll on her tender passage. She blubbered, gagging uncontrollably, his cock fucking her, not caring about her pain or discomfort, eagerly waiting when he would cum and spew his filthy seed in her mouth.

She heard the buzzing, bracing for what she knew was coming, the touch of a vibrator on her pussy sending a shiver up her spine in spite of the cock that continued to fuck her face. "MMMM," she moaned, the vibrator playing up and down her pussy, her juices beginning to freely flow. Vibrators were her downfall, never failing to give her an orgasm, but usually it was she that wielded the instrument, this time another was doing it, not sure if he could find the right places that sent her over the edge. She wished she could raise her hips, but the bondage was tight and unyielding, pinning her to the table, spread and open. She didn't have time to think any more about it, the Judge getting ready to cum, his cock jerking in her mouth, funny noises coming from him, his hands more urgent now, pulling his cock from her throat, wanting to shoot his filthy cum in her mouth.

The Judge felt it coming, his balls tingling, her teenage mouth and throat dragging his cum from deep in his balls. He pulled his cock from her throat, hearing her suck in air, his cock still sitting on her tongue, his hand holding her head tight, not wanting her to escape when he shot, wanting to bathe her hot mouth with his cum. "GGGGOd, here it comes," his hand gripping the base of his cock, squeezing it, feeling her tongue flutter underneath his cock. It jerked and began to spew in her mouth, a blast of cum shooting out the end, hearing her choke as it shot to the back of her mouth. "Yes, drink my cum Rachel," his hand continuing to pump his cock in her mouth. He saw it in her eyes as his cock filled her mouth with his hot cum, the degradation of sucking his cock and letting him shoot in her mouth. He loved the look, making his cock shoot again, her cheeks bulging as her mouth was filled. "Swallow Rachel or you'll choke to death." Her saw her hesitate, then he saw her neck move, knowing that his thick crème was sliding down to settle in her stomach.

He kept shooting in her mouth, Rachel holding it as long as she could, hoping to spit it out, the taste bad enough in her mouth, the thought of it sitting in the pit of her stomach almost making her vomit. Finally she relented, swallowing, the thick semen slowly passing down her throat, the hot, salty fluid feeling like lumps as she swallowed again and again. He finally pulled his depleted cock from her mouth, a trail of cum on her lips and chin as he dragged it out. Her head slumped down, her taste buds coated with the foul tasting cum. She coughed, spitting out what was left in her mouth.

She almost forgot the vibrator, looking up and seeing the Colonel smiling at her. She shivered when it touch her pussy again, this time pressed against her vagina, the vibrator humming on high as the pressure began to build, the Colonel pressing it inside her. She could only lie there and feel the vibrator slowly sink inside her, her walls gripping on the vibrating plastic as the Colonel began a fucking motion with the fake cock, each time sending it deeper and deeper inside her. She looked up, the Chairman standing next to her, his cock in his hand, looking at her slightly open mouth. "No, not again," she cried, but his fingers pushed into the corner of her mouth, prying it open, his hard cock pushed into the opening.

"Suck it Rachel, suck it like you did the Judge," wanting to dump his cum in the teenager. He felt her tongue begin to move around the head, her lips tightening on his cock as it slid in and out her lips, his hands reaching down to grip her head. "In your throat Rachel, like the Judge," not to be denied the pleasure that only her throat would bring.

She began again, the only way he would be finished with her was when he came, so she set about to bring his pleasure, knowing that her mouth would again be bathed in cum, unable to do anything to change it. The vibrator began to feel good, the Colonel moving it around inside her, touching places that she didn't even know existed, but a new threat emerged. She heard another vibrator, feeling the cold of a lubricated vibrator pressed against her dimpled anus. She hated it when they fucked her in the ass, the vibrator almost as bad. She felt her anus fight the plastic cock, the Colonel applying greater pressure, her anus slowly forced to open to accept it. The vibrator felt strange, not hurting like she thought it would, but not all together pleasurable yet, the plastic vibe massaging the muscle in her rectum, rubbing back and forth as it pushed in deeper. She choked, the Chairman forcing his long cock into her throat, Rachel taking a deep breath, opening up her throat and swallowing the cock, fighting back the urge to vomit, her mouth filling with saliva, but at least she wasn't choking. She breathed through her nose, fighting the urge to gag, the cock blocking her throat, the flesh pulsating and throbbing in her throat. She let her tongue lash at the shaft, feeling every bump and vein on it, running up and down the side, eager to make him cum.

"OOH," she mumbled, the vibrator pressing in deeper, wishing she could bend her knees and bow them out, anything to relive the cramp the vibrator was giving her, not like a cock, the plastic rigid and unyielding in her anal tract. She could never understand their fascination with her asshole, it couldn't be better than her pussy. The cock in her mouth began to fuck her, pushing in and out of her throat, each time Rachel tried hard to swallow it, many times not gagging, the cock passing painfully into her throat for the pleasure of the Chairman.

"Going to cum soon Rachel. But I need to play with your nips to get me to cum," his hand reaching down to her nipples, strong fingers pinching both of them, pulling them out. He got off when he molested a nice pair of nipples, twisting and turning them, the girls groans and moans of pain what he needed to cum, Rachel no exception.

Her body was a mass of conflicting emotions. Her mouth was stuffed with hard cock, her throat impaled on the thick member. Her nipples were pinched, twisted and pulled painfully, her pussy stuffed with vibrating plastic as her asshole fought the intrusion of the plastic vibe buried deep inside her, pulsating away. She fought it but the pleasure was winning, her mouth began to suck the Chairman's cock deeper into her mouth, swallowing as it pushed into her throat. She tightened on the twin probes in her holes, exacting the maximum amount of pleasure from the vibes. Even her nipples seemed to crave the harsh touch of the Chairman. Then it hit her. At the precise time that the Chairman began to cum in her mouth, pulling it from her throat to make sure she tasted his thick cum, her mouth quickly filling with his juices, she came. Her body shuddered, her pussy and asshole clamping down on the twin probes, grasping them as they continued to plunge back and forth in her orifices, the vibrating plastic massaging her passages. And her clit, swollen to twice its size felt like it was going to burst, the vibrator drawing out such a delicious feeling that ran through her body. She could feel her juices flowing over the vibe, soaking the fake cock as it continued to fuck her as she came again, her mouth swallowing the first load of cum just in time to receive another copious load of cum.

They watched Rachel as she came, the twin vibrators extracting pleasure from her bound body while she sucked the Chairman's cock with abandonment, no longer fighting the cock that had forced its way into her throat. She had cum twice so far, but Stephen's and the Colonel were still ready to take her, but they preferred the orifices between her legs, the tightness of her teenage body would extract such pleasure from their loins. Her body slumped down, exhausted again from the orgasm. The Sensei quickly removed the ropes from her body, her legs back down on the table, Rachel turning onto her side, curling into a ball, cum dripping from her mouth, her thighs glistening in her juices.

She felt hands lifting her up again, her legs weak, unable to support her body as she was half dragged onto the floor. The Sensei held a leather collar in his hand, a long chain hanging from it. She felt it tightened around her throat, panicking as he tightened it too tight, hard to swallow now. She was placed on the floor, a large O' ring on the floor, Rachel pushed to her hands and knees. Her head was pushed down by unknown hands until her face was only inches from the wooden floor. She saw the Sensei's hands grip the chain, pushing it through the O' ring before a tiny metal lock secured it. She pulled back with her head the pull of the chain stopping her only inches from the floor. She felt hands pull her ass up higher, hands on the small of her back pushing down, her ass arching up obscenely as an unknown number of hands posed her body provocatively for them.

The Sensei moved behind her, kneeling behind her up thrust ass, his hands sliding between her slightly parted thighs, pushing out on the silky skin. "Spread them out for us Rachel," his hands continuing to force them outwards even when she tried to stop. His hand went to one knee, a rope tied tightly around it, the Colonel grabbing the other end and moving it to another O' ring on the floor to the side of her body. "That should keep you spread for us Rachel," his hand pushing down on her back, the other under her abdomen, forcing her ass to arch up again. "Real high Rachel. It opens up your sex so nicely for us when you do."

She felt the cool air on her wet sex, her labia pushed back by the spread of her legs, feeling the air blow on her super-heated pussy. Even though she had cum twice, the bondage and the powerful hands on her body sent ripples up and down her spine, knowing that hard cocks would soon be thrust into her bound body. The chain on her neck was slackened, allowing her to rise up on her hands. Hands fumbled with her other leg, a tight rope attached low on her thigh. She felt a hand lift up her leg and pull it backwards, the rope tightening as the Sensei made sure that her leg didn't bend unnaturally as it was pulled up high behind her. She gasped in pain as her legs were spread obscenely, her cheeks parted widely, her pussy feeling as if she was being split up the middle. The Sensei tied the ropes tightly, letting her leg go, her lower leg hanging uselessly as she balanced on her hands and one leg, her body twisting sideways.

The Sensei let his hands run under her body, grabbing her hanging breasts in his powerful hands, squeezing them until she gasped in pain, feeling her nipples harden up his touch. His hands slide down her sleek side, cupping her tightly clenched cheeks, before moving down to her sex.

"AAAAHHH," she gasped, two fat fingers suddenly impaling her vagina, sinking deep inside her, her legs unable to protect her body from their hands. They began a gentle fucking motion, sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

"Get wet for us Rachel. You're going to have to take some hard cocks in your teenage pussy." He thrust a thumb in her anus, watching as the red, wrinkled opening swallowed it.

"NOOO," his thumb hurting as it slid inside her rectum, the large finger moving sideways, touching places that should be left untouched. The burning returned as she felt her sex invaded by too many fingers, her rectum beginning to spasm uncontrollably by the finger running in and out.

"There too Rachel. I'm sure someone will test the elasticity of your asshole. Young girl's assholes are so resilient, able to take large cocks that stretch their holes painfully, but shrink back down again, feeling like a virgin asshole again and again. Your spasms grip my finger so nicely, imagine what it will do to a hard cock. Are you ready Colonel?"

The Colonel moved to the spot vacated by the Sensei, his hard cock throbbing, the sight of her tight pussy almost making him cum. He put his hands on his hips as he kneeled behind her, seeing her look over her shoulder, her eyes staring at his big cock that thrust out, his cum laden balls hanging down below. Her slit was gaping open, her vagina slightly agape, the dark mysterious hole opened. He pushed his cock head against her vagina, hearing her gasp as the mushroom head pushed aside all resistance, feeling her opening grip his cock like a giant rubber band. God she felt good, his cock head gripped so tight he didn't know if he would be able to push in.

Rachel let her head sink down as she felt the insistence of his cock as he began to thrust into her spread body, unable to stop the thick cock from sliding into her wet pussy. She groaned as her pussy stretched to receive the girth of his cock, feeling the head push aside all resistance as he began to fuck her, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his thrusts driving his cock deeper and deeper into her clutching pussy. It seemed to go on forever, his large cock touching places inside deep inside her, filling her with his hot flesh. She felt her juices aiding his cock, sliding along her wet passage, feeling every lump, hair and vein on his cock as it slide inside her. She felt it hit deep inside her, a yelp pushed from her lips as the bulbous head banged against her cervix, feeling bruised inside. She felt it jerk then begin the gradual withdrawal, feeling like he was drawing her insides out. The painful spread of her legs hurt, his cock beginning the fucking, pulling in and out with more powerful strokes each time, his hands reaching under to grip her tits in his palms, pulling her back onto the cock that tore into her very being.

"Such a good fuck Rachel, squeeze my cock real nice and I will shoot you full of hot cum," teasing her as he fucked her bound body, her tits slapping back and forth in his palms as her body was buffeted by his powerful thrusts. Her pussy gripped his cock so tightly it was a struggle to drag his cock from her each time. His balls slapped against her from behind, his stomach banging against her ass cheeks, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing out in the room, Rachel's groans and moans joining in as the fucking continued. The Colonel fucked her for over ten minutes, his cock never slowing down, continually thrust in and out of her teenage pussy as she endured the constant fucking. He had long learned to control his orgasm, enjoying the way he made the girls underneath him endure the constant fucking of his cock, Rachel no different then the rest.

Her pussy felt raw, his cock continuing to fuck her, her body rocked back and forth as his hips slapped against her. It felt like hours, the cock extracting the maximum amount of pleasure from her body, her pussy gripping it, trying to force it out, only succeeding in giving him greater pleasure. She finally felt the final thrust, his cock feeling like a sword that was trying to drive through her as he buried it deep inside her pussy, throbbing and jerking before finally spewing out a load of hot, stinging cum. She shuddered as it felt like a fire hose spraying her insides, gallons of cum dumped into her body. He finally pulled out, feeling the river of cum drip down her thighs, a puddle beneath her.

They gathered around her again, the ropes loosened from her body, her legs able to close, feeling the stickiness between them, cum still stuck to her thighs.

"Let her ride the horse," moving her over to the padded bench sitting high on four legs. It was covered in leather, a dark brown from the countless stains that covered the top. It was rounded, sloping gradually to the sides.

She feared what they were going to do to her. She knew she would be bound, but what scared her most was the large rubber dildo that stuck up from the edge of the bench. It was over eight inches long, a fat bulbous crown on it shaped like a cockhead. The edges were flanged, sticking out over an inch on each side, sloped downward. While it would slide in easily, the exit would not be so, the flanges would flare out as the head was drawn out, dragging out painfully as it spread her open. That and the fact that if the dildo was in her pussy, then the cock she knew was coming would have no other place then in her asshole. She knew that she would be stuffed, her pussy and asshole filled with faux and real cock. She struggled uselessly, two strong men lifting her up, a third between her legs, pulling back her labia, aiming the dildo onto her vagina. "OOOOHH," she moaned as her vagina was stretched again, still sore from the previous fucking, the rubber dildo slowly forcing her open again. "No, slower," she begged as they lowered her down, feeling her pussy clenching tight on the rubber dildo as it slid in her cum drenched passage.

They finally settled her down on the faux cock, her vagina stretched tightly around the huge cock. Ropes were attached to her ankles, tied together under the bench, her legs bowed out by the shape of the bench, her sex stuffed. It hurt when they bent her over, the rubber dildo bending painfully inside her, rubbing against places never touched before. She felt the front of the bench lowering, her head down, her ass rising up. "It burns," her pussy suddenly burning. "What did you do?"

"A little Ben Gay on the dildo. It should keep you moving up and down on the dildo while Stephen buries his cock inside your anal sheath. If you squeeze on it, it wouldn't burn as much." It would also give Stephen a ride he wouldn't forget.

Now she would have to fuck back on his cock and also on the dildo as painful as the task was. She saw Stephen moving behind her, his large cock glistening from the lubricant, Rachel hoping it wasn't Ben Gay. His fingers moved to the sides of her anus, pulling outward, her tiny hole forced to spread open, the burning beginning as the skin was drawn taut. "AAAAHHH," a tongue forced into her anus, pushing deep inside, lathering her rectum from within, the fingers keeping her spread open for the rough tongue. She tightened on the dildo, her anus tightening at the same time, forcing the tongue out of her. "OOOWW," the fingers spreading her farther open, a rubbery object touching her spread hole, the cock pulsating and jerking as it touched her hole. "OOOHH," the slippery cock not to be denied, slowly spreads her open, entering her hole to slip into her hot rectum.

Stephen was not to be denied, his rigid cock so eager to be encased in her hot, buttery asshole. He thrust into her rear passage, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she struggle to accept the hard cock.

A scream tore from her lips as her crotch was ablaze in pain, the searing dildo stretching and burning her pussy, her asshole stretched painfully over his probing cock as it felt like a red hot iron bar was being shoved painfully up her ass. She began to sob as a second thrust forced his cock deep inside her bowels, the spasms of her anal tract massaging his cock as she tightened to lessen the pain of the Ben Gay, delivering such a delightful fuck to his cock, her pain adding so much to his pleasure. The third thrust was the worse, his cock pushed to the depths of her bowels, painful cramping in her stomach as it straightened out her bowels as it went where cocks shouldn't be, pushed to the furthest limit of its length.

Stephen felt his cock jerking and jumping inside her asshole giving him so much pleasure, her walls clamping and clenching on his hard meat. His hands stroked her sleek thighs. "Good girl Rachel. You are giving me such pleasure," making his cock jerk inside her asshole, feeling her tighten on his cock.

She almost felt proud to be able to give him that much pleasure, the pain she was suffering almost bearable, as long as he was happy. He began to fuck her asshole, the searing agony as his cock pushed in and out, his cock rubbing against the faux cock only separated by a thin membrane bearable. He fucked her twenty nine times. Twenty nine times his cock plunged in and out her backside, burying itself deep into her clenching bowels before the fucking stopped. She felt him plunge deep inside her, pushing as hard as he could, Rachel feeling like he was driving a sword through her body and trying to push it out the other side. She felt him ejaculate deep inside her guts, his hot cum bathing the tight tunnel of her backside, each spasm of his cock dumping more cum inside her. She could only lie there, whimpering as he slowly pulled his cock out of her asshole, her clenching bowels squeezing the last of the juices from his cock.

She cried as they pulled her off the bench, the faux cock pulling her insides out as the flanges spread out, stretching her open. At last she had satisfied them all, taking four cocks inside her, the Sensei being there for his bondage techniques, Rachel not available sexually to him. But she was wrong. They bound her again, this time face up, her head down far, her arms and legs tied to the base of a stool, her body bent painfully, her crotch the highest point of her body. They spread her open as they always did, Rachel seeing the hard cocks already in front of her. The only pleasure they wanted from her was her screams, her pussy spanked by the Chairman, his large hand easily covering the whole area of her sex, setting the skin ablaze in pain.

It seemed like hours, her body bound in different positions, her sex always spread and exposed, various instruments used to make her scream. A cock was introduced into her orifices, her mouth, pussy and her asshole fucked for their enjoyment, her body forced to dance on their cock, the pain used to make her give them such pleasure with her tight, teenage body. They finally left, Stephen helping her up to take a bath, her battered body soaked in sweat and cum. He helped her into his bed, Rachel falling into an exhausted sleep, her naked body curled into a ball.

Rachel woke up first, Stephen nestled up behind her, spooning her, his cock throbbing against her naked ass. Even though he was asleep, his cock was hard. She snuggled against him, rubbing her ass cheeks against it, feeling it begin to stir. She reached behind her, gripping his cock gently, bringing it between her legs, surprised to find her pussy already wet. She pushed it against her vagina and began to slide back, his cock gradually swallowed up by her pussy. She heard him awaken, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples already hard, one hand sliding down to her pussy, rubbing her clit, driving her back onto his cock encased in her hot pussy.

"That's the way I liked to be awakened," his cock beginning to thrust back and forth inside her pussy. "But tomorrow, I want to wake up in your asshole," he ordered her.

Only two years and eight months and thirty days now. She was beginning to enjoy the domination Stephen had over her. It made her wet and excited. Even the pain failed to dampen her desires, the submission to Stephen and his friends making her cum more then she cared to admit to. But still, she would probably leave once her time period was up. It wouldn't be the same. Now she was submitting because she had to, had to service Stephen and any of his friends with her body. She had no choice and that was what excited her so much. She would miss it, but she still had a long time to go, the thought of forcing her to slip her asshole over his cock while he was asleep making her ready to cum. There was so much that she would have to endure with Stephen before the time was up, her body shuddering as he shot his load of cum inside her, his finger driving an orgasm from her body.

The End

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Twenty-three year old Jessica is the consummate full-time college student surviving on scholarships with little time or money for anything else, except her fantasies of the tall, dark stranger. Facing a jobless summer and no family to fall back on, she begins to worry about her prospects.  

When her professor catches her having yet another of her blatantly sexual daydreams during one of his lectures, he realizes she is a suitable candidate in his hunt to help his very prominent, wealthy, long-time friend. Michael Jergen seeks a beautiful, young, female Au-Pair for his four-year-old son while they spend the summer in his house in Haiti. Knowing Michael's insatiable appetite for beautiful, supple, young females and noting Jessica's apparently unfulfilled needs displayed so brazenly in class, he realizes she's the perfect choice.

 When her professor offers her the chance to apply for a lucrative Au-Pair position for a young child in Haiti, Jessica sees all of her prayers answered. She jumps at the chance, seeking a summer of adventure in a new land and the opportunity to make some extra money and learn of another culture all at the same time. Surely having the professor take advantage of her young body and touch her so intimately in order to get the job was a one-time deal; a small price to pay for a summer of wealth and luxury in a foreign land with a handsome and powerful man like Michael Jergen.

 Unbeknownst to Jessica, her sexual fantasies are about to take on a life of their own as her introduction into submission begins the moment she steps into Michael's world of discipline, mastery and pleasures of the flesh. So commences her journey into a whirlwind world of sex, submission, punishment and the mystique of Haiti's legendary Voodoo rituals.

M/f, B/D, reluctant, humil, D/s

Excerpt

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.