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Cindy and company 1
By pamela7@juno.com
(bestiality incest interracial teen BDSM slavery bondage HighSchool humiliation blackmail torture nc Heavy violent )

Cindy's father opened her bedroom door as she was talking to her friend
Rachel on the phone. "What a loser!" she was saying. "Can you imagine him having
the nerve to ask me to the dance? God! I wouldn't go out with him if he was the
last boy on earth!"
"Who's that?" her father said.
Cindy caught her breath. "Rach, I'll call you back," she said, and hung
up.
"Who, Cindy?" her father said. "Who wouldn't you go out with if he was
the last boy on earth? Who?"
"Just--just some guy, daddy. He's a jerk, that's all."
"I see. This jerk, this loser, asked you to the dance?"
"Yes." Cindy looked a little apprehensive, though she tried to hide it.
"And you said no."
"Yes."
"And not very politely, I suspect."
"Daddy--"
"Aren't you supposed to be studying, Cindy?"
"I am, Daddy, I was just--"
"Aren't you supposed to be grounded? Including no telephone privileges
for the next three days? Didn't I make that quite clear?"
"I was just talking to Rachel, Daddy, I wanted to get the assignment
for--"
"I heard what you were talking about. You need more punishment, Cindy."
Cindy went pale. "Daddy, please--"
"What's this boy's name?"
"The--the boy who--"
"Yes, that boy. What's his name?"
Cindy swallowed. "Chet. Chet Browder."
"Chet Browder. The loser. Who asked you to the dance. Who you sneered
at. Maybe even laughed at to his face. Because he's a loser, and you're the
wonderful Cindy Arnett. Is that right, Cindy?"
"Daddy--"
"Call him up."
"Daddy, please..."
"I think Chet Browder would enjoy seeing you taken down a peg or two,
don't you, Cindy?"
"Daddy, for god's sake..."
"Call him up and tell him you want to go to the dance with him."
"Daddy, listen, please, I'm sorry, I'll..."
"What are you, Cindy?"
Cindy bit her lip.
"Say it, Cindy. What are you?"
Cindy swallowed. "I'm a bitch and a slut," she said. Her voice was
barely audible.
"What? I can't hear you, Cindy."
Her voice was louder this time, but unsteady. "I'm a bitch and a slut"
"Call Chet Browder. Now."
"I--I don't--I don't have his number."
"You're stalling, Cindy," her father said. "You shouldn't do that. The
more you stall the worse it will be. The more you stall, the happier Chet is
going to be when he comes to pick you up. You know that, Cindy. Don't you?"
Cindy was crying now. "Daddy, don't. Oh god, don't, daddy, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'll be good, I'll do anything, Daddy, please don't do this again.
Please, Daddy. I'm sorry. Please."
"Call him, Cindy."
#
When Chet Browder called for Cindy on the night of the dance, her father
opened the door for him.
"Ah, you must be Chet," he said, smiling. "Do come in." He led the youth
into the living room and offered him a seat. "I'm afraid Cindy's not quite ready
yet. You know how women are. Would you like something to drink?"
"Uh...No thanks," Chet said. He was nervous. He still could hardly
believe that Cindy Arnett had called him up and told him she wanted him to take
her to the dance. Especially after the cruel, snotty way she had turned him down
when he had finally gotten up the nerve to ask her. Of course he hadn't expected
her to say yes, but he hadn't been ready for that kind of humiliation either.
Even though Cindy was probably the prettiest and most popular girl in school.
Her long blonde hair and her beautiful baby face, combined with her stunningly
adult figure, had all the guys falling all over themselves just to look at her.
Cindy's father was talking about what nice weather they were having. But
Chet also heard something else. It was coming from upstairs, and it sounded like
somebody moaning. Moaning and...and pleading. He couldn't make out any words,
but it definitely sounded like someone was begging. And then moaning again.
Cindy's father talked on.
And then there was a scream. A loud, definitely female scream that sent
chills through Chet's body.
"Ah," Cindy's father said. "I think Cindy is ready now."
And then Cindy was coming downstairs.
Chet started to stand up, but what he saw made him fall back again into
his chair, his eyes wide, his mouth open, looking like a poleaxed steer.
For one thing, Cindy wasn't walking down the stairs. She was crawling.
Crawling slowly, painfully, awkwardly, on her hands and knees, down the stairs.
And for another thing, she was naked. Stark staring naked. Her beautiful
full firm breasts swayed and jiggled beneath her as she made her painstaking way
from step to step. Her rounded rear stuck up provocatively into the air, and the
muscles of her luscious shapely legs flexed and rippled as she crawled.
Actually she wasn't entirely naked. There was a thin leather collar
around her neck. Attached to this collar was a leash, the kind used to walk dogs
with. And holding the other end of the leash was a young man Chet recognized as
Cindy's younger brother, Raymond, who was one year behind Chet and Cindy at
school. Raymond was naked too. He was scrawny and pimple-faced, but his cock was
big enough. It was standing up at full attention as he led his crawling,
whimpering sister down the stairs.
"Really, Raymond," his father remonstrated. "You might have put some
clothes on for our guest. You must forgive my son, Chet. He tends to become
overly excited when I give him the chance to discipline his sister. I believe
you overheard some of the results of his enthusiasm just now. But I'm glad to
see he hasn't gotten too carried away. As you can see, there are no marks on
Cindy's body. As yet."
Chet couldn't begin to answer. His head was swimming with confusion, and
with the unbelievable sight of the naked body of Cindy Arnett, crawling and on a
leash. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Raymond led her, still
crawling, to the center of the room, where she remained on all fours, breathing
heavily, not looking at Chet or at any of them, but at the floor. Little
whimpering sounds still came from her throat at intervals. Chet could not tell
whether they were sounds of pain, fear or humiliation, or of some combination of
all three. Raymond let go of the leash and stood back.
"My daughter, as you know, Chet, has a tendency to be headstrong, and
even arrogant at times," Cindy's father said. "Since she has no mother to
instill into her the values of proper feminine submissiveness, I must do my best
to try to set her straight. Occasionally this requires some rather severe
correction of her attitude. I must tell you that her going out with you, Chet,
is a part of that correction. This is really no reflection on you, my boy; Cindy
looks upon most of the world as her inferiors. But since she seems particularly
to dislike you, and since apparently she treated you rather shabbily when you
did her the honor of asking her to the dance, I thought it only fitting that you
should not only have your wish about that, but that you should also be able to
witness some other aspects of her correction."
"Daddy--" Cindy said pleadingly.
"Be quiet, Cindy," her father said. Then he said, "On second thought,
you may speak, Cindy. You may tell your friend Chet what you are. Tell him,
Cindy."
There was a pause. '
"Tell him, Cindy. Now."
Cindy did not look up, and when she spoke the words were soft and
mumbled. "I'm a bitch and a slut," she said.
"Now Cindy, I could hardly hear that, and I'm sure Chet could hardly
hear it also. I want you to look at him, Cindy, and speak up so he can hear you
clearly. Go on."
Cindy slowly raised her head. Her blonde hair fell raggedly about her
face. She looked at Chet now, but her eyes were opaque and expressionless. "I'm
a bitch and a slut," she said again. Her voice now was clear but flat. Then she
lowered her head again.
"That's better," her father said. "Now, Cindy, it's time to pay the
toll for your evening out." He unzipped his fly. "Usually she pays this toll
before her escort arrives," he explained to Chet. "But tonight, as I say, I
thought you deserved to watch as she does it." Then he pulled out his cock,
which was semi-hard.
Cindy made a sound. Until now, Chet would never have thought the
haughty, self-confident, supremely superior Cindy Arnett capable of making a
sound like that.
"I'm waiting, Cindy," her father said.
Chet saw Cindy swallow. Then she very slowly began to move, crawling to
where her father was sitting. He spread his legs and Cindy crawled between them.
Chet could hardly believe what he was watching. He saw Cindy's father's cock
hardening as she approached, her breasts swaying and her mouth half-open with
her labored breathing. He thought he might faint as Cindy, with only the
briefest of hesitations, took that cock into her mouth. Then her head started to
move, up and down, up and down, as she sucked her father's cock.
"Not too fast, Cindy," her father said, his voice as calm and even as
before. "Don't rush it. I'm sure Chet is enjoying this almost as much as I am.
Let's give him some time to savor it, shall we? How about it, Chet? Does
watching Cindy do this help to make up, to some extent, for the way she treated
you?"
Chet could barely think, let alone speak. "I--" he stammered. "I-I
don't--I can't--I mean..."
"I understand," Cindy's father said. "I think he means yes, Cindy. Keep
it up, dear. Use your tongue a little more. That's it." And then he fell silent,
and the only sounds in the room were the faint moist sounds Cindy's mouth made
as she sucked, the occasional muffled whimper that escaped her throat, and the
heavy, open-mouthed breathing of both Chet and her brother as they watched what
she was doing.
Finally her father stiffened and drew in his breath sharply, and then he
was coming into his daughter's mouth. She continued to suck him as he came, as
though from previous experience she knew what he wanted her to do.
"Swallow it, Cindy," he said as his climax subsided. "Do it for Chet.
Show him how you swallow all my come."
Cindy drew her mouth from his now limp cock and turned her face to Chet.
Her eyes were terrible. She tilted her head back so he could see her throat move
as she swallowed, which she did slowly, three or four times, until she had
ingested all her father's sperm. Then she collapsed onto the floor, panting and
shaking.
"Dad?" Raymond said. "Me too, Dad? Please? Okay?"
Cindy mewled softly.
"Why not?" her father said. "Cindy, pleasure your brother now."
Cindy raised her head. "Daddy," she moaned. "Daddy, please. Please not
him. Please..."
"I think you need further punishment, Cindy. To make you more
responsive. Hand me the leash."
Cindy made that sound again.
"Dad?" Raymond stepped forward. His eyes were shining. "Can I do it,
Dad? Let me do it, okay? I'll do it good."
"Oh, I'm sure you will, Raymond. You enjoy it so much. Too much,
perhaps. But all right. Give him the leash, Cindy."
Cindy was shaking her head, perhaps unconciously. She started to say
something, but her father's expression evidently persuaded her that it would do
no good. Her panting breath now rasped softly in her throat. Her hands were
shaking as she raised them to unhook the leash from her collar. It took her
several attempts. When she had done that, her brother walked over to her and
took the thin leather leash from her hand.
"Lie down, Cindy," her father said. "And keep still, or it will be
worse."
A sob came from her mouth as she lowered herself onto her stomach and
stretched her naked, trembling body out on the floor. Her arms were spread out
on either side of her, her legs tightly together, her face turned to one side
and pressed against the carpet. Chet was panting almost as hard as she was, and
his cock was achingly hard and throbbing in his pants. A part of him wondered
insistently if this was all a dream.
Raymond now raised his arm over his head, the smooth, slender leather
leash trailing from his hand. With a swift, sudden movement he brought it down,
sending it cracking loudly against Cindy's upper back.
Cindy screamed.
Raymond's cock, which had scarcely diminished since he had brought Cindy
downstairs, was now more rigid than ever, and twitching dangerously. His tongue
came out to lick his lips as once more he brought the leash down onto his
sister's body, this time onto her sweetly curving buttocks. Her scream was
louder than before. Her body twisted with pain, and now she started to sob.
Raymond grunted as he gave her a third blow, again on her back, but
lower than the first. Cindy's body bucked, and her shriek hurt Chet's ears.
Again the strap came down on her buttocks, harder now. Cindy's father's
cock, which still protruded from his fly, was now hard again, and Chet was on
the verge of coming in his pants. Cindy began to beg her father to make it stop,
but he only watched impassively as Raymond lashed her back again, and then her
thighs, and then her buttocks, until she was screaming almost continuously, her
body rolling and twisting with the pain.
Finally her father said, "All right, Raymond. That's enough." Raymond
looked like he wanted to argue, but he stopped, reluctantly dropping the leash.
He was panting as though he had just run five miles.
"Now, Cindy," her father said. "Perhaps you will obey with more
alacrity. Now do as I told you. Pleasure your brother."
Cindy was crying hard, and it was obviously painful for her to move, but
she didn't hesitate now. She pushed herself onto her knees, gasping with the
effort, and grasping her brother's thighs for balance as he stood in front of
her, she opened her sobbing mouth and closed it around his cock.
Raymond moaned and tangled the fingers of both hands in her long blonde
hair. "Oh, yeah!" he gasped hoarsely. "Christ, suck me, baby!"
Cindy sucked him. She was still sobbing, and still panting hard enough
so that she had to struggle to take in enough air through her nostrils, but she
sucked him steadily and well, taking in almost all of his sizeable cock with
each downward movement.
"Oh, Jesus!" Raymond husked. "Oh damn, you're so good, big sister.
Christ, yes, do it, oh my god... Such a great cocksucker, yeah, that's it, do
it, sis, take it, shit, here it comes, I'm gonna...yeah....take it
all...NOWWW..."
And as his climax hit him, Raymond clutched her hair even more tightly
and pulled her head off his cock, then spurted his come all over her face.
Holding her there so she couldn't move away, he sent jet after jet of sperm
shooting across her eyes, her nose, her mouth, and into her hair. He seemed to
go on coming for a very long time. When he was finished he let her go and
collapsed into the nearest chair. Cindy fell back onto the floor.
"All right, Cindy," her father said. "I'm tempted to have you do me
again, but that can wait until you get back. Go clean yourself up now, and get
dressed for your date. And don't take longer than ten minutes. You're making
Chet miss the dance."
#
Cindy came back wearing a lovely blue dress which showed off her
excellent figure without being blatant about it. She was perfectly though not
ostentatiously made up, and she looked as pretty as ever. Cindy's father had
been engaging Chet in a friendly discussion about football to pass the time,
while her brother had gone off about his own business. Now Chet stood up, hoping
that his hard-on had diminished enough not to be obtrusive. Cindy's father
showed them out the door, cautioning Chet to have his daughter back by one
o'clock. Chet promised he would.
Neither of them said a word until they were in Chet's car and he had
started the engine. Then Cindy turned to him. "Listen," she said fiercely. "If
you tell anybody about this, I'll kill you. You understand? You say one word to
anyone--ever--I swear I'll get back at you, I swear it!"
Chet blinked. "Okay," he said. He was still staggering mentally under
the impact of the scene he had witnessed. He hadn't thought about telling
anyone. He hadn't really thought about anything. "Okay, I won't."
They did not speak again until he was turning into the school parking
lot. Then Cindy turned to him again. "I mean it, Chet, okay? You can't tell
anybody about--what you saw. It was just--it was something that--that's nobody
else's businesss, okay? So just keep your mouth shut. All right, Chet? Promise
me."
There was something subtly different about her manner this time, less
threatening, more anxious. But her tone was still snotty, and even
condescending. Chet did not answer immediately as he searched for a parking
spot. He was thinking that he wished she would be nicer to him. After all, she
was asking him for a favor, even though the way she put it sounded more like a
demand. But still...
He found a spot and turned the car in, then turned off the engine. "Hey,
Cindy?" he said.
"What?"
"I'm not gonna tell anybody, okay? I mean, I told you that, right? But
listen--don't you think--I mean, especially since you want me to keep my mouth
shut and all--don't you think you could be...like...kind of nicer to me, instead
of--you know..."
In the dim light from the parking lot lamps her face suddenly hardened,
her eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?" she demanded.
He shrugged. "I just mean I think you should be nice to me," he said
simply.
Cindy's body stiffened. Her voice, when it came, was a cold, harsh
whisper that startled him almost as much as her words. "You filthy fucking son
of a bitch!" she said.
He looked at her in surprise. "What?"
"You think you can blackmail me?" she went on. "You think I'll go down
for you like I did for them, just so you won't spread that around? You think you
can have me that easily? Is that what you think, you little feeble-minded
dweeb?"
He was so astonished that it took him a minute to absorb what she was
saying. She thought he wanted to blackmail her for sex! For a moment the idea
stirred something in him, making his mouth dry. But no. It was obvious that that
wouldn't work. Besides, it had been so far from his mind that he couldn't even
consider it seriously.
"Hey!" he said, shaking his head. "Hey, no--wait a minute--Jesus, Cindy,
I don't--that's not what I'm talking about. Come on! Listen, all I meant--I just
mean, you know, you always, well, you're always so snobbish, you know? When
you--when you talk to me, it's like I'm a bug or something. Especially in front
of everybody, it's--well, it's embarrassing, you know? Now you--you're so--I
mean, I thought maybe you didn't know what it was like to be embarrassed,
but--but now--well, I guess you do. Okay, I'm not going to embarrass you more by
telling people what you don't want me to tell them, but I just thought--you
know, we're on this date here and all, and I just thought instead of treating me
like crap, you might just act a little nicer, that's all. Like maybe you really
wanted to be out with me. Like maybe I wasn't such a terrible guy. Such a loser.
That's all I meant. You know?"
Cindy looked at him in silence for what seemed like a long time. "Okay,"
she said finally. "Let me get this straight. You're saying if I don't put you
down in front of the other kids--if I play up to you tonight, and act all
lovey-dovey and make believe you're like some cool adonis stud and all--then
you're giving me your word you'll forget about what happened at my house, and
you'll never say a word about it. Is that what you're saying?"
Of course that wasn't what he was saying at all, really. For one thing,
he still hadn't meant to threaten her with telling; he hadn't been trying to
make a bargain. For another, he hadn't wanted it to be an act--he had wanted her
to be genuinely nice to him, to look at him as though he were a person, not an
inferior object. But he knew in his heart that this was the best he was going to
get, and he decided he would be a fool if he didn't settle for that.
"Well, yeah," he said, shrugging. "Something like that, anyway."
Cindy nodded slowly. "Okay, Chet," she said. "You got a deal. Let's go."
And she opened the car door and got out, heading for the school building. Chet
hastily locked the car and followed her.
As they entered the gym, where the dance was in progress, Cindy took his
hand. She smiled brilliantly as they came through the door, and she turned to
him to include him in her smile. Chet felt overwhelmed. He knew that a lot of
eyes would be watching as the pretty and popular Cindy Arnett made her entrance,
and she was already playing her part, showing him off as her escort. She
continued to hold his hand as they moved slowly through the crowd, greeting
friends and stopping to chat briefly here and there. Many people seemed
surprised to see her with Chet, especially displaying such apparent intimacy,
but no one said anything. Now they were approaching a group of Cindy's closest
friends: Rachel Harris, Melanie Bryan, Norma Veney, Sallie Jussel, Armina
Banks--the reigning clique, the most popular girls in the school. All of them,
Chet saw, were looking at him in more or less obvious disbelief. Some of them
were openly staring. Melanie Bryan didn't bother to stifle a giggle as they
approached.
Cindy's smile never wavered. "Hi, guys," she greeted them. "Chet, you
know everybody, right?" To his astonishment, she released his hand to snuggle
closer to his side and slip her arm around his waist. "Chet's my guy for
tonight," she said brightly. Most of the girls looked as startled as he
suspected he did. Cindy turned to him then, smiled into his eyes and said in a
soft, intimate voice, "Dance with me, honey, okay?"
"Sure," he managed, and a moment later they were on the dance floor,
though he could barely hear the music over the pounding of his heart. Cindy
moved close to him, taking his hand, he was moving somehow. She was still
smiling up at him. "How am I doing?" she whispered.
"Fine," he said. It came out as a croak, and he had to swallow before he
could continue. "Fine, Cindy. You're doing just fine. Great." She laughed
softly, as though he had said something really amusing, and then as the music
segued into a slow ballad, she moved even closer to him, her body melting into
his.
He was dancing automatically, still not sure of the beat but
instinctively following her movements. He could feel the soft swaying of her
body, the pressure of her breasts pushing into his chest, the movement of her
thighs against his. Her head was against his shoulder, and he felt her warm
breath on his neck. His own breathing was rapid, and he could feel his cock
getting hard. He couldn't do anything to stop it.
Cindy felt it too. He heard her low, soft laugh again. She didn't move
away; if anything, she pressed herself more firmly against the hardness. But she
whispered in his ear, "Remember this is all make-believe, Chet. Okay?"
He nodded. Of course it was. It was all an act, and she still thought
him a dweeb and a loser. Afterwards she would probably giggle with her
girlfriends, explaining to them what a great act she put on, what a sucker he
was. Though of course she wouldn't tell them why. And he suddenly remembered her
as he had seen her earlier that evening, on her knees, naked, crawling, sucking
her father's cock. Being whipped. Screaming. Sucking her brother's cock.
Sobbing.
He was almost panting now, his cock was throbbing as it rubbed against
Cindy's body. And Cindy was laughing, saying, "Hey, you don't want to come right
here on the dance floor, do you, Chet? We better sit down for a while."
He could barely walk, and his erection embarrassed him. As they came off
the dance floor he excused himself to go to the men's room. There he shut
himself in a booth and jerked off. He thought of Cindy, of course. Naked and
sucking and sobbing. It didn't take long.
The rest of the evening was a blur. Cindy continued to act as though she
was really attracted to him, and he could see that a lot of people were changing
their opinion of him, setting him higher in their estimation, simply because he
had the stamp of Cindy Arnett's approval. His whole life at school could well
change because of this evening. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He danced
with Cindy some more, and at one point had to jerk off again. He also danced
with some other girls, including several of Cindy's special friends. It was
funny to see them sizing him up, trying to see what had sparked Cindy's sudden
interest. Again, he supposed they, at least, would learn the truth soon enough.
Or part of the truth.
They left the dance about twelve-thirty. Outside her house, Cindy bid
him goodnight. "I'd ask you in," she said, half-jokingly, "but I think my father
has plans for me." Chet thought he heard a note of real fear under the joking
tone. Surprisingly, it thrilled him. Then she said, "Well, I kept my part of the
deal, didn't I, Chet?"
"Yes, you did, Cindy," he said. "You surely did."
"And you'll keep yours, right?"
"I will," he said. "I promise."
He really meant it too. But he didn't count on Jenna Quaid.
#
She approached him after the last period at school, the Monday after the
dance. The story of how he had been Cindy's date at the dance, and how she had
acted toward him, had gotten around, and he had already noticed that some of the
guys, and some of the girls too, had been looking at him a little differently.
People greeted him in the halls who had never bothered to greet him before. Some
of the boys he was friendly with asked him about Cindy--how he had managed to
get a date with her, what she was like, how come her attitude toward him had
changed so much, and, of course, how far he had gotten with her. To all the
questions Chet just shrugged and smiled and said stuff like, "Hey, I'm a bad
dude, what can I tell you?" It made him feel terrific.
He wasn't exactly friendly with Jenna Quaid, but she was in several of
his classes, and they had worked on a science project together and gotten along
okay. He had even thought about asking her out, but never had, although unlike
Cindy, she had never put him down or made him feel inferior in any way. She
didn't have Cindy's radiant beauty, but she was attractive enough, with long
dark hair, dark eyes and a body that was slender but well-rounded in the right
places. She didn't have a boy friend, but she had the vague reputation of having
been around, of being experienced. That was one of the reasons Chet had thought
about asking her out, and also probably one of the reasons why he hadn't done
so.
She caught him at his locker as he was packing up to go home. "Hi,
Chet," she said.
He was surprised. "Hey, hi, Jenna. How you doing?"
"Pretty good. Talk to you a minute?"
"Um...sure. I'm just leaving. You leaving?"
"Yeah." They walked toward the main door together.
"So I saw you at the dance with Cindy Arnett on Friday," Jenna said as
they left the school.
"Oh, yeah."
"You two seemed to be getting along great. I mean, hey, she was all over
you."
Chet shrugged, blushing a little.
"I didn't know you were such a stud, Chet," Jenna said.
He wasn't sure what to say. This wasn't like the guys questioning him,
this was different. He wondered if Jenna was jealous. No, probably not. Just
curious or something. "Hey, come on," he said, trying to sound modest.
They were at the bottom of the school steps now. "Hey, listen, Chet,
could you give me a ride home?" Jenna asked. "Phyllis is out today and I usually
ride with her, and I don't really feel like taking the bus. Can you?"
"Oh, sure," he said. "Sure, come on, my car's over here." They began to
walk toward the parking lot.
When they were in the car Jenna said, "Wait, Chet, don't start yet,
okay? I want to talk to you."
He turned to her, puzzled. "What's this about, Jenna?"
"It's about Cindy. I want to know what's going on with her. I mean, I've
seen the way she usually acts with you. Just like she acts with most guys--most
people, really--mean and nasty, right? And with you maybe even more so, because
you're--well, she thinks you're a real jerk, right? A dweeb. At least she did.
And now all of a sudden she goes out with you and she acts like she's crazy
about you? Come on. It doesn't make sense. And I want to know the real story."
Chet was taken aback. "I don't--I mean I don't know what--I mean, she
just--"
"She just what? Did she find out you have a real big dick or something?
Is that it? Because I don't know what else would make a girl like her--Do you,
Chet? Do you have a big one? Come on, you can tell me."
"No! I mean, I--Christ, Jenna! I mean it's not small or anything, but
it's just a regular--oh shit. What are you--what do you--"
"Show it to me," Jenna said.
Chet stared at her.
"I mean it. I want to see it. It has to be pretty good to turn Cindy
around like that." She looked at him intently. "Or is it something else?" she
asked.
"What do you mean? And hey, why are you so interested in Cindy, for
god's sake? Why do you--" A thought suddenly hit him. Maybe she was jealous, not
of Cindy, but of him. "Hey, you--are you hot for her or something? Jenna? Are
you--I mean, you like girls or what?"
"No!" Jenna said. "No, I don't, Chet. That's not it. And," she added
after a pause, "if you show me that cock of yours I'll prove it to you." She
paused again. "And if you tell me about you and Cindy."
Chet's cock started to get hard.
"But--but why, then?" he said weakly.
Jenna tossed her head impatiently. "Look," she said. "I heard some
things about Cindy once, okay? Some stories. I don't know how true they are, but
when I went to visit my uncle in Ohio last summer, I met somebody who knew her
at the last school she went to, before she moved here. He told me--well, it
might have been bullshit, I don't know. But I want to find out. I really want to
find out, Chet. So tell me what's going on here, and you won't be sorry, okay?"
Chet swallowed. "Jenna, Jesus," he said. "I can't--I mean, even if I had
anything to tell you, I couldn't--but there's nothing..."
"Well, it must be your big cock then," Jenna said. "Take it out for me,
Chet."
Chet stared again. "Right here?" he said. "Are you crazy?"
"Most everybody's gone by now," Jenna said. "Nobody's gonna see us
here."
He took a deep breath. "I'm going to take you home," he said, and he put
the key, which he had been holding in his hand, into the ignition.
Jenna reached over to his fly and pulled down his zipper.
"Jesus!" Chet said. But he didn't stop her.
Her fingers dipped into his fly and quickly pulled out his cock, which
was throbbing into complete erectness under her touch. Chet looked around
wildly. There was no one in sight, and the parking lot was behind the school
building. He could only hope nobody came along.
"You're right," Jenna said. "It's not huge or anything. It's not bad
though." Her fingers stroked him. He stiffened.
"Jenna, for god's sake. Listen, I can't tell you about--I can't tell you
anything. Okay? I'm sorry. I--I promised, okay?"
Jenna shifted on the seat, getting her knees under her and crouching
over him, lowering her head so that her mouth was close to his penis. She blew
on it softly. He felt her warm breath.
"You can tell me, Chet. I won't tell anybody. I just have to know. Tell
me, Chet." She breathed on his rod again. Chet moaned.
"For Christ sake, Jenna...I can't...I promised...please..."
Jenna stuck out her tongue and, using just the tip, very gently and
slowly licked the underside of his cock, from base to tip. Chet let out a hoarse
groan and his bottom arched off the seat.
"I'll do anything you want, Chet," Jenna whispered. "Anything. Just tell
me."
Chet was only human, and he didn't get a lot of chances like this. He
told her.
Jenna listened to every word, her fingers stroking his cock, her mouth
still close enough for him to feel her breath. That breath became more and more
rapid as his story went on, until when he finished she was actually panting.
"Oh god!" she breathed, raising her head. Chet saw that her eyes were gleaming
strangely. "Oh Jesus god. It's true. I-Oh Christ. Chet. Christ. Move over." She
was tugging at him, urging him out from behind the steering wheel. He slid over
on the seat, and as he did so Jenna reached under her skirt and pulled down her
panties, hastily working them off over her feet. Then she pulled her skirt up to
her waist, and he was able to get a quick glimpse of dark pubic hair before she
was on top of him, straddling him, her hand grasping his penis and guiding it
into her pussy, which was damp and ready. He gasped loudly as she slid down over
him, taking him in until he was buried inside her and she was sitting on his
thighs. Immediately she began to move, hunching herself up and down, her ragged
breathing loud in his ear.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god...oh yes...oh do it...oh god...they did
that to her...they beat her...they made her suck them...oh Christ...her own
father.... Jesus... Ohhh...unnnhhhh....aahhh...."
Chet, totally unprepared for this passionate onslaught, had a struggle
to keep from coming almost immediately. Though he succeeded, he knew he couldn't
last long with this moaning, writhing, twisting girl humping away so abandonedly
on top of him. When the first paralyzing shock of her attack had passed, he
reached for her blouse and pulled it open, careless of the popping buttons. Her
brassiere hooked in front, and he managed to get it open in spite of the eager
clumsiness of his hands and the bouncing and twisting of her body. Her full
round breasts filled his hands, and when he pulled her to him and sucked one of
them into his mouth, Jenna screamed and climaxed. Her wildly spasming vagina
took him over the edge as well, and he shot his seed up into her twisting body.
They rested for a moment, panting hard. Neither of them said anything.
Then Jenna slowly and carefully pulled herself off him and settled herself back
on the seat, reaching down to find her panties and slip them back into place.
Chet stuffed his sticky cock into his pants and zipped his fly, looking around
apprehensively to make sure they were still unobserved.
"Okay, Chet," Jenna said. "You can take me home now."
#
Raymond Arnett, Cindy's brother, had just come out of the boys' room
during the lunch hour when Jenna stopped him.
"Hi, Ray," she said.
Raymond scowled at her. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Jenna. Jenna Quaid. I'm a sophomore. I'm--I know your sister. I
mean--sort of."
"So what?" Raymond said.
"Well, I'd--I'd just like to talk to you for a minute. Okay?"
"I gotta go eat," Raymond said.
"But you might find this interesting, Ray. It's about Cindy, okay? Cindy
and--and you."
Raymond frowned darkly. "What about Cindy and me? What are you talking
about?"
Jenna took a breath. "Listen, Ray. Just listen, okay? I'm not--I don't
want to make any trouble, all right? I mean it. That's not what--"
"Hey!" Raymond said. "What the fuck are you getting at? You think you
got something to say, fuckin' say it, okay?"
"Okay. Okay. Just let me--it's just that I--I've heard...things...that
I'm--that I want--"
"Things?" Raymond looked around. There were only a few people in the
hallway, most of the students being in the cafeteria or eating their lunch
outside. He took Jenna's arm and drew her to one side of the corrridor. He
opened a door and pulled her into an empty classroom, then shut the door behind
them. "Things?" he repeated. "What kind of things? What the fuck you mean?"
"Well, things," Jenna said, a little breathlessly. "I mean, interesting
things. Stories. About--about you and Cindy...and...and your father...and what
you..."
Raymond was staring at her, his eyes burning. Suddenly he grasped both
her arms, clutching them tightly, and shook her slightly. "Bitch!" he exclaimed.
"You fucking bitch! Who--what are you--"
Jenna gave a low cry of pain, then began to breathe heavily. "You're
hurting me," she gasped. But it wasn't a complaint. "You're hurting me." It was
a moan. Of pleasure.
Ray only dug his fingers harder into her arms. "Ohhh," Jenna breathed.
Her eyes closed. "Ray," she gasped. "Ray...." Her body arched toward him, only
his grip on her arms keeping her from pressing herself against him.
Raymond scowled at her. "What the hell's the matter with you?" He flung
her away from him, and she stumbled back against the wall. "Are you some kind of
freak? You get off on being hurt, or what?"
Jenna crossed her arms in front of her, her hands rubbing the places
where Roy's fingers had bruised her flesh, rubbing them hard. "That's what I'm
trying to tell you, Ray," she said breathlessly. "If you'll just listen. Those
things you do to Cindy...hurting her..." Her voice got hoarser. "Whipping
her..."
"Goddam it!" Raymond lunged toward her and grabbed her by the hair,
pulling her head back brutally. Jenna cried out. "Who told you about that?" he
shouted. "Who the fuck told you?"
"Ray..." Jenna's voice was full of pain, and of passion, but Raymond did
not notice.
"Tell me, goddam it! Was it that Chet Browder asshole? I'll kill him."
He yanked harder on her hair. "Was it?"
"Aaahhh! Yes!" Jenna cried. "But I--I made him. It was my fault, Ray.
Honest!"
"I'll kill the fucking bastard," Raymond repeated. He let go of her hair
now and pushed her away.
Jenna was panting hard, letting out little whimpers between breaths. Her
hands reached for him now, scrabbling at his trousers. "Ray," she moaned. "Ray,
please. Let me--" Before he knew what was happening she had pulled down his
zipper and released his cock.
"What the fuck--" Ray said, but her mouth was on him now, taking him in,
devouring him, and her lips were sucking him up and down, her tongue stroking
the hardening flesh, her throat producing a series of muffled moans, whimpers,
gasps, and mewling noises as she took him deeper and deeper. Her hands clutched
at his buttocks, trying to pull him still deeper into her frenziedly sucking
mouth.
Raymond, in the midst of the incredible pleasure her mouth was giving
him, came dimly to realize what was happening. This cunt really did get off on
being hurt! To test this theory, he took her hair in his hand again and twisted
sharply. Her mouth opened to let out a shriek of agony; but a moment later,
although he did not lessen his grip on her hair, she was sucking him harder than
ever, her moans louder, her movements more wild. Within a minute Raymond let out
a roar and shot his come uncontrollably into her throat, still not letting go of
her hair. Jenna swallowed it all down and sucked for more. Even after he had
given her everything he had, she still kept sucking on his softened cock,
moaning and gasping and clutching him to her.
When at last he pulled away from her and stepped back, releasing her
hair, she fell to the floor, taking in great rasping breaths, her body still
trembling with passion. "Jesus H. Christ!" Raymond said. "Fuck, you give one
hell of a blowjob, girl, but what the fuck is your problem?"
"Please--" Jenna gasped, almost sobbing now. "Please, Ray--oh god,
please..."
"Please what?" Raymond demanded. "What is this all about anyway? What
the hell do you want?"
Jenna lowered herself further against the floor, her body writhing,
literally grovelling at his feet.
"I want to be your slave," she said.
#
Raymond didn't tell his sister how he found out that Chet had let out
the story of what he had witnessed that night. He just told her it was true,
cursing at her all the while for being careless enough not to make sure Chet's
lips were sealed. Cindy didn't pay him much mind. He had no power over her,
except through their father; it was only at his orders that Raymond would dare
to molest her in any way--which was why, when he did get that chance, he was so
eagerly enthusiastic about it. But Cindy was also angry to hear that Chet had
broken his promise to her, although as far as she could see the story had not
gotten around. She sought him out and said she wanted to talk to him alone. Chet
somewhat nervously went with her to her car.
"You low son of a bitch!" was the first thing she said to him. "You
promised me you wouldn't tell, you piece of shit! We had a deal. Don't try to
deny it, asshole, I know you told somebody. My brother knows too, and I'm
surprised he hasn't beaten you up already."
"Cindy, I--I'm sorry," Chet replied humbly. "Look, I only told one
person, and--and I really couldn't help it. Nobody else knows, and I'm sure--"
"I don't give a crap if you only told your dog!" Cindy blazed. "You
weren't supposed to open your stupid mouth! After what I did--Christ, showing
myself off with you and pretending to even like you! What a laugh! I had to
force myself through every minute of that dumb act. I could hardly stand to look
at you, if you want to know the truth. Every second I was dancing with you I
wanted to throw up! Because you really make me sick, you shithead loser dork! If
you ever so much as talk to me again I'll spit on you! You got that? Now go back
to the cesspool where you belong." And with that she got into her car and drove
away.
Chet went back to school. He didn't really care if Raymond did beat him
up. It couldn't make him feel worse than Cindy had.
#
"That jerk guy Cindy went out with told somebody about what happened,"
Raymond said as he, Cindy and their father sat around the dinner table.
His father looked up sharply.
"Yes, but I don't think it's gotten around," Cindy said quickly.
"Me neither," Raymond said. He had not told either of them about Jenna.
"I got it covered okay. Nothing to worry about. But I'm gonna have to deal with
him."
"I already did," Cindy said. "I told him off good. Really let him have
it. I don't think he's going to say anything more."
"Wait a minute," Cindy's father said, in a tone that for some reason
made Cindy stop eating and freeze. "You told that Chet boy off? You were rude to
him? Is that what you said, Cindy?"
Cindy swallowed. "Daddy, he shot his mouth off! He promised me he
wouldn't, he gave me his word, and he told!"
"Cindy," her father said. "Didn't I tell you to be nice to that boy?"
"But--but Daddy, that was--"
"Didn't I, Cindy?"
"Yes, but--"
"And you disobeyed me?"
Cindy started to speak again, but then fell silent. She understood that
no logic, no explanation, no appeal to reason would avail her now. She had
turned very pale.
"I think you will have to make it up to him, Cindy."
"Daddy, please--" Cindy whispered.
"After dinner you will call Chet up and invite him over this evening.
Then we will see if we can't think up a little entertainment for him."
Cindy was unable to eat any more. In fact, she had to excuse herself to
go into the bathroom and throw up.
#
Chet, of course, was quite surprised when Cindy called him and invited
him over. He didn't know what to expect when he showed up at Cindy's house, but
whatever it was he didn't expect to enjoy it very much. Still, he hadn't been
able to bring himself to say no.
Cindy's father answered the door and let him in. When they were seated
in the living room he offered him a drink, which Chet declined.
"Well, Chet," Cindy's father began. "I expect you were rather surprised
to hear from Cindy tonight, after the way she treated you earlier today."
Chet swallowed. "Well, yes, sir, I was."
"Of course. Cindy is really such a headstrong girl. When I heard about
it, I thought it would be only right if she could make it up to you in some way.
Actually, I've decided to let you choose the way yourself. She's waiting for you
upstairs, Chet. Why don't you go up and see her now? You may have an hour with
her. And you may do anything you want with her in that time." And with that
Cindy's father leaned back in his chair, picked up a newspaper and started to
read.
Chet stared at him for a long moment. Finally Cindy's father lowered his
paper. "Well, Chet? Is there anything else?"
"I--uh--no, sir."
"Then go ahead. Cindy's waiting," Cindy's father said, and raised his
newspaper again.
Chet got up slowly. His knees felt wobbly. He made his way to the stairs
and started up.
He didn't know which one was Cindy's room--assuming Cindy was in her
room--and he was about to knock on the nearest door when he heard sounds coming
from a room down the hall. The sounds were of heavy breathing, labored and
interspersed with whimpers. The door to the room was open, and he stepped up to
it and looked in.
And nearly fainted.
Cindy, stark naked, was hanging by her wrists in the middle of the room,
her body suspended by a stout rope from what looked like a pulley set into the
ceiling. Black leather manacles were fastened around her wrists, and the rope
was secured to the short chain that ran between them. She was hanging free, with
her toes several inches off the floor, her arms stretched high over her head and
pulled taut by the weight of her body. That body was straining in every inch,
the flesh tight over her ribs and torso, her breasts pulled high on her chest,
almost flattened under the strain. Her curvy legs dangled helplessly, her feet
reflexively but vainly reaching for the floor they couldn't touch. Her head was
hanging back, her long blonde hair falling almost to her ass, her mouth open and
gasping, emitting the agonized sounds he had heard in the hall.
He made some kind of sound himself, and Cindy, hearing him, raised her
head. Her eyes were indescribable.
"Chet..." she gasped. "Take me down. For god's sake take me down."
Chet moved slowly into the room. His first impulse was to do as she
asked, but something held him back. He stood for a moment, just staring at her.
"Chet, please. Get me down. There's--there's a switch over there. On the
wall. Just--just turn it on. Please Chet, I can't take any more, please!"
Chet looked. There was indeed a switch by the door, evidently some kind
of control for the pulley. He moved toward it. Then he stopped and turned back
to her.
"Chet, damn it! Oh god, I can't--Please. Oh please."
Chet was suddenly aware that he was hard.
"Wait," he said. He moved to the bed at one side of the room and sat on
the edge of it, not taking his eyes from her. From her dangling, helpless,
agonized body.
Her breath was coming harder than ever, and she was moaning now. Her
rope-suspended body turned slowly, back and forth, giving him views of her from
different angles. He was fascinated. And very aroused. "Oh god, Chet, I can't
stand it! Please, I'm begging you, please! How can you do this to me?"
His own breath was quickened now. "Hey, Cindy," he said finally. "Don't
you remember what you said to me this afternoon?"
"Chet, listen--"
"You know, how I make you sick and all? How I'm such a loser and a dork,
and how you wanted to throw up when you were with me? Remember that, Cindy?"
"Chet, I-I'm sorry, Chet, I'm sorry, honest, I didn't mean it, please
Chet, I'm--"
"Oh, I think you meant it all right," Chet said. "You sounded very
sincere, Cindy. You said you never wanted to see me again. So why should I do
anything for you, Cindy?"
"Chet. Jesus. I can't stand it. I'm--I beg you. I'll make it up to you,
Chet. I swear. I'll--I'll do--"
"What?" Chet said. "What will you do, Cindy?"
Cindy closed her eyes. Tears ran down her face. Her voice, hoarse and
breathless, sounded strangled. "I'll do anything," she got out "Anything, all
right? Just get me down, for god's sake!"
"Well that sounds good, Cindy, but you know what? Your father already
told me I could do anything I wanted with you. Anything, he said. So why should
I bargain with you, Cindy?"
Cindy began to cry in earnest. Agony and despair were mingled in her
sobs. Chet wondered if his cock had ever been so hard before. He stood up, with
the idea of releasing it from his pants, maybe even taking his clothes off.
After all, if he could do anything with Cindy...the possibilities crowded his
brain. As he stood his eye lit on a low table near the bed. His eyes and his
mind had been so full of Cindy that he had not paid much notice to his
surroundings. Now he saw that there were a group of objects laid out on the
table. They had evidently been placed there for his possible use. One of them
was the leash Cindy had worn the other night. The one Raymond had beaten her
with. Next to it was a small whip that looked like a riding crop. There was also
a rubber paddle, and several clamps of various sorts. In addition there was an
instrument Chet didn't recognize. It was a cylindrical device with a pronged tip
and a button on the side. He picked it up curiously. Whatever it was, it looked
wicked. He held it away from him and pressed the button. It made a loud zapping
sound, and the prongs vibrated and sparked.
Cindy heard the noise and opened her eyes, which widened with fright as
she saw what Chet was holding. She shook her head from side to side
instinctively while she tried to form words.
"Some kind of an electrical thing," Chet said. "I bet it really hurts,
right, Cindy?"
"No," Cindy said hoarsely. "Chet, no. No, you can't. Please, Chet, for
god's sake please. I'll do anything you want, I swear."
"You said that already, Cindy. But I'm kind of curious now." He moved
toward her.
The pulley creaked as she reflexively tried to pull away from him. Her
useless struggles only increased the strain on her arms and shoulders. "Chet no,
Chet I beg you, don't do that, listen, Chet, please, I swear, I'll be so good to
you, I'll be good to you always, no Chet, no, Christ no..."
"Damn, this must really be something," Chet said. "Let's just see." He
was close to her now. He reached out and placed the tip of the device on the
side of her upper thigh and pressed the button.
He didn't know what to expect, but her reaction exceeded his wildest
imaginings. She gave an ear-splitting scream and her whole body convulsed,
curling up on itself in the air, her legs, bent almost double, rising up to her
waist, her upper body twisting and hunching. The spasms lasted for several
moments as the pulley creaked wildly, and then she was hanging again, shaking
and twitching, groaning and sobbing, her legs still kicking faintly.
"Wow," Chet said.
He unzipped his pants now, and freed his rigid cock. "Look what you do
to me, Cindy. Look what all your pain and your suffering does to me. I didn't
know I was like that, Cindy, but you bring it out in me. You sweet suffering
bitch. You gotta do something about this, Cindy. But first I want to zap you
again."
Cindy gave a shout of terror. "NO!" she cried. "No, Chet, no more, Chet,
god..." He was standing in front of her now, and with a tremendous effort she
swayed her body toward him, raising her legs and hooking them around his hips,
arching as close to him as she could. The strain and pain on her shoulders and
arms must have been intense, but she held herself that way. Chet stepped closer
to her, letting her press herself against him, letting her squirming body rub
against his. "Chet, please. I'll be yours, I'll be anything you want, don't do
that, I can't stand it, I beg you, I beg you...Chet...take me, do anything to
me...oh god please...."
"But you said you can't stand me, Cindy," Chet said. "I'm a loser. I'm
an asshole. I make you throw up, remember? You don't want to throw up, do you,
Cindy?"
Her legs clutched him harder, her voice a continuous pain-filled gasp.
"I'm sorry, god, I said I'm sorry, Chet, I'll make it up to you, I'll--"
Since she was several inches off the floor, and since he was a bit
taller, her mouth was on a level with his. "I want you to kiss me, Cindy," Chet
said, interrupting her babbling. "You hear? I want you to kiss me good. Real
good. And try not to throw up, Cindy, because I won't like that. Kiss me like
you love me, Cindy. Like you can't wait to fuck me. And don't stop till I tell
you. You understand, Cindy?"
Cindy nodded spastically, her eyes wild with fear and desperation. She
brought her head forward and pressed her mouth to his, her open, quivering,
panting, gasping, moaning mouth, and she did her best to kiss him as he wanted.
Her head rolled from side to side as she plastered her trembling lips against
his, and her tongue went into his mouth. She still sobbed and made inarticulate
sounds in her throat as she struggled to take in air through her nostrils, but
her tongue snaked against his, writhed in his mouth, probed it searchingly, then
reached as far as it could, as though trying to slide down his throat. All the
time she held onto him with her clutching legs, her groin rubbing against his
hard-on and her tautly straining breasts heaving against his chest.
He let her go on kissing him for a full minute, loving her enforced
obedience and the sounds of her agony almost as much as the pleasure she was
giving him with her mouth and body. But when he felt that his cock was ready to
erupt from the rubbing of her squirming torso, he pulled away from her and
stepped back. Cindy gave a cry of anguish as her full weight fell once more upon
her exhausted arms.
"That was nice, Cindy," he said. "That's a great mouth you have. Really
great. I want to fuck it, Cindy. Just like your father did, and your brother.
Fuck it and come in it and watch you swallow my cream. Just for starters. Okay,
Cindy?"
Cindy again nodded her head and began to beg him to take her down.
"But first," Chet said, "another little zap." And he raised the
electrical device and placed it against the underside of her breast.
Cindy screamed frantically. Again she tried desperately to pull herself
away somehow, anyhow, tried to pull herself up by her now useless arms, but
there was nowhere to go, she had no strength left, and Chet kept the instrument
where it was, his hand on the button. "NOOOO!" Cindy shouted, her voice hoarse
with terror, trying vainly to pull herself up by tugging against the rope. "NO
NO PLEASE CHET NO GOD NO I CAN'T NO CHET NOOOOOO..."
He pushed the button.
"NOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Cindy howled, and this time Chet
wondered if she might break the rope, stout as it appeared, with the convulsive
gyrations of her body, which thrashed and flailed and flopped about for a good
thirty seconds before again hanging helplessly. Streams of sweat rolled down her
skin, and she sounded as though she was strangling for real as she fought to get
breath into her lungs through her wide-open mouth. Her head hung back limply, as
it had when Chet first entered the room, her face now twisted with an agony that
made her at once ugly and beautiful.
Her contortions had left her body swinging from side to side, and Chet
reached out to stop it. Not that he wanted to ease her pain, but he couldn't
keep his hands off her any longer. Her taut, damp flesh felt wonderful under his
hands. He slid them up to her breasts, cupping the slightly flattened but still
luscious mounds, then took her nipples between his fingers and twisted them
hard.
This new torment had its gratifying results in a further cry and an
almost incomprehensible plea from the hanging girl, but Chet's lust for sexual
gratification was finally growing stronger than his pleasure in her pain. The
cries and sobs and whimpers emerging continuously from that lovely open mouth
further inflamed his desire to fuck it. He went over to the wall control,
prepared finally to let her down.
It was a two-way switch, with no indication of which end was which. He
pressed one end experimentally. There was a hum of machinery and the pulley
started to turn, but it was the wrong way. Cindy moaned piteously as her body
rose slowly, heading for the ceiling. Chet took his hand off the switch and the
movement stopped. He pressed the other end, and the rope slowly played out as
the hanging form descended.
Cindy gave a cry of relief as her feet made contact with the floor. She
was unable to stand, however, and she continued to hang by her arms as the rope
lowered her further, finally falling onto her knees. Her position gave Chet a
sudden idea, and he took his finger off the switch again, leaving Cindy kneeling
upright, her arms still stretched tightly over her head, her breasts still
pulled up, her body virtually unable to move. Cindy cried out again, this time
with apprehension, as Chet came over to her.
"That's perfect, Cindy," he said. "The perfect position." His cock was
still sticking out of his pants, still rigid, still throbbing. He stepped as
close to her as he could and jabbed it at her face. "Suck me, Cindy," he said.
"Suck the loser who makes you throw up. Suck him good."
And Cindy did. She still emitted the occasional sob, the frequent moan,
the almost continuous panting. But she took him into her mouth and gave him the
best blow job she was capable of, and by far the best that Chet had ever
experienced. She used her tongue and her lips and her throat, and she sucked him
so well that, although he tried his best to make it last, he was unable to hold
out and it was over far too soon. He came so violently that instead of making
her swallow his sperm, he inadvertently pulled out of her mouth and shot it all
over her face and her hair. But that was fine too.
He was still recovering from his orgasm when he heard Cindy's father
calling from downstairs. "Chet? Your time's up, I'm afraid. Finish up and come
downstairs now, please."
"Yes, sir," Chet replied, hastily stuffing himself back in and zipping
up his fly.
"Thanks, Cindy," he said.. "Just one more thing before I go." As he
headed for the door he stopped to press the control swtich. The rope pulled up
again, taking Cindy's body with it. Cindy cried and begged and pleaded, but Chet
waited until she was once again hanging from her wrists before taking his finger
from the switch and going out the door. Her moans followed him downstairs.
"Well, Chet," Cindy's father said. "I hope you enjoyed yourself this
evening."
"Yes, sir. I did, very much," Chet replied.
"Good." Cindy's father showed him to the front door. "I hope Cindy won't
give you any more sorrow. But if she does, you're always welcome to come back
again. Would you like that?"
"Yes sir, I surely would."
"Fine." He opened the door, and as Chet stepped through it he added, "On
the other hand, Chet--if you ever again say a word to anyone about anything that
has happened in this house, whether the other night or this evening, or any time
in the future--if you do that, Chet, I promise you that you will not live to
graduate. Do I make myself clear, Chet?"
Chet swallowed hard. He felt cold. "Yes, sir," he said sincerely.
"Good," Cindy's father said. "You have a good night now." And he closed
the door.
#
Raymond did not quite know what to do about Jenna.
It was nice having her at his beck and call, being able to bang her
whenever he wanted, being able to slap her around now and then when he felt like
it without worrying about her complaining to somebody. And she was useful for
things like doing his homework for him and washing his car and stuff. But she
was always wanting more. Wanting to be whipped, for instance. Well, he could
whip her all right, and he did, but the trouble was that she liked it so much.
It really wasn't that much fun hurting a girl who WANTED to be hurt. It got
boring. Besides, she wanted other things too, wanted to be mistreated in other
ways, ways that were not just physical. Her idea of being his slave involved
things that he wasn't sure how to bring about. He realized dimly that she was
giving him the opportunity to use her for anything his imagination could
conceive of. But his imagination was not that fertile.
He finally decided to consult his father.
#
"So you're a slave," Raymond's father said.
"Yes," Jenna said. Her voice was a little unsteady. Though she was fully
dressed, she felt exposed under this man's steady, penetrating gaze. It seemed
to bore right through to her soul. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly under the
blue summer dress she wore as she stood before him.
"And you belong to my son."
She cast a quick glance at Raymond, who was standing to one side. His
father was the only one who was seated.
"Yes," she said.
"And since you are evidently too much for my son to handle, he has
passed you on to me. So now you are my slave, is that right?"
"Yes," Jenna said. "Yes, sir."
His eyes never left her. "Indeed," he said. "Very well. Go into the
kitchen and cut your little finger off."
Jenna's eyes got very wide. She stared at him, her face pale. "Wh-what?"
"I think you heard me, Jenna. The kitchen is through that door. In it
you will find a chopping block and a meat cleaver. Lay your hand on the chopping
block, take the cleaver in your other hand and cut off your little finger. Then
come back."
Her mouth worked, but for a moment she couldn't speak. "You--you're
crazy!" she gasped.
"You are not a slave," Raymond's father said. "Slaves obey. Get out of
here."
"But I--I--"
"Just get out," Raymond's father said. He picked up his newspaper and
began to read.
Tears came to Jenna's eyes, and she turned and fled from the house,
sobbing.
"Damn it, Dad," Raymond said. "You chased her away!"
"She'll be back," his father said.
#
Cindy was always nice to Chet now when they encountered each other at
school. She was, of course, anxious to avoid giving her father a reason to
discipline her for disobeying his instructions, whether or not that discipline
might include a return visit from Chet himself. So whenever he saw her she spoke
to him in a polite and even friendly manner, forcing herself to smile at him.
Even in the presence of her girlfriends, who found her new attitude puzzling.
She may have set them straight after the dance, but now she had reverted again,
and she had no real explanation to give them.
Chet found this pleasant, of course, but at the same time, ironically
enough, a bit disappointing. He had vivid memories of the hour he had spent in
Cindy's room, and of what had happened there. His mind was full of images of her
naked body, hanging so painfully, or writhing and convulsing in agony. He could
hear the sounds of her screams, of her begging and pleading and crying, and he
could recall the sensations of her breasts in his hands, her body against his,
and her sweet sobbing mouth around his cock. Not surprisingly, he got hard every
time he thought of these things; and even less surprisingly, he had a very
strong desire to experience those sights, sounds and sensations again. And he
remembered vividly how her father had said he would be welcome to come again if
Cindy gave him any more sorrow. Which, of course, was why she was doing her best
to avoid doing that.
He began to wonder how far she would go.
It was difficult to find Cindy alone; she was usually surrounded by her
girlfriends or various admirers and hangers-on. But he finally managed it one
afternoon after the last class period, as she was heading from her gym class to
her homeroom.
"Hi, Cindy," he greeted her.
He thought he caught a brief flash of something in her eyes when she
first saw him--fear? Anger? Hatred? Or all three. But it was gone in an instant,
and her mouth curved itself into a smile. "Hi, Chet."
"Talk to you a minute?"
"Um--okay. I mean, sure."
He drew her aside. "You've been real nice to me lately, Cindy." he
began.
Her smile was strained, but it was there. "Well, of course, Chet," she
said.
"And I guess we both know why, don't we?" Chet said. "Because your
father told you to, and if you don't he'll punish you again. Maybe even let me
punish you again. Right?"
Her hesitation was brief. "If you say so, Chet."
"Yeah, I say so. But what I'm wondering is--well, just how nice to me
you're prepared to be, you know what I mean?"
He saw the flash in her eyes again, but only for a second. "No, I don't
Chet. Not really."
"Well, you obviously don't want me to feel that you're not treating me
right," Chet said. "You don't want me to be able to tell your father that. So
I'm thinking, if I want you to do some things for me--you know, personal
things--you wouldn't want to turn me down, you know? Because then I might feel
bad. And that's what you don't want. Right, Cindy?"
He saw her swallow. But she still retained her smile, and her voice when
she spoke was still pleasant, if a bit strained. "Listen, Chet," she said. "I'm
saying this nicely, okay? I don't want to hurt your feelings, and I don't mean
to insult you. All right? But the fact is, I don't think it would be a good idea
for you to get sexual with me without my father's permission. I'm telling you
nicely, Chet. I don't think he would like that."
"Is that right?" Chet said. "Why would he mind? He seemed just fine with
it the other night."
The mention of the other night made her smile disappear. But her manner
was still friendly enough. "That was because it was his idea," Cindy said. "But
this isn't, is it, Chet? I don't think he'd want you to make me have sex with
you so he won't punish me. I really don't. You understand, don't you, Chet?"
The memory of Cindy's father's words as he had left her house now gave
Chet pause. But he hated to give up the idea of forcing Cindy to give him her
body. "Well, I don't know," he said. "I wouldn't want to get your father mad at
me, for sure, but I'm not so sure he would object, Cindy. I'm really not."
Cindy took a breath. "Do you want to take that chance, Chet?"
"Not really," Chet said. "But I think we should find out how he really
feels about it, Cindy. Don't you? Then I would know which way to go."
"How would you find that out, Chet? Are you going to ask him?"
"No," he said. "You ask him, Cindy."
She stared. "Me?"
"Yes, you," Chet said. "He won't get upset if you ask him that, will he?
You're just trying to be an obedient daughter. And if you're right, then you
won't have to fuck me. At least not unless he tells you too. And if you're
wrong, what have you lost? So you ask him, Cindy, and let me know what he says.
Otherwise I'm going to feel very insulted."
The flash in her eyes this time was definitely fear. "All right," Cindy
said. "I'll ask him."
#
"I'd like to ask you something, Daddy," Cindy said.
Her father put down his newspaper. "What is it, Cindy?"
She took a breath. "Well...it's about Chet. You--you know how you told
me to be nice to him--treat him respectfully and all..."
"I certainly hope you have been doing that, Cindy."
"Oh yes, Daddy. I am. I am, really."
"Good. Then what's the problem, Cindy?"
"Well, he wants...I mean, what I'd like to know, Daddy, is...is how far
you want me to go. In being nice to him, I mean."
"How far?"
"Yes. I mean, I know you want me to be friendly and not insult him or
make him feel bad or anything, but--but do you want me to do what he wants,
Daddy? I mean--everything he wants?"
Cindy's father smiled. "I take it this young man is importuning you for
sexual favors. Or I should say, further sexual favors."
Cindy was looking at the floor. "Yes, Daddy."
"And who can blame him?" her father said. "And he expects you to grant
these favors as part of your new program of enforced amicability, is that it?"
"Well, he--he asked me, and I--I said I would have to ask you, because
of course I'll do what you say, Daddy, but I thought you might not want me
to--to have sex with him without your knowing about it, you know?" Cindy's
breathing was a bit ragged and her face was flushed, but not with excitement.
"I see," her father said. "That's interesting, Cindy. An enterprising
young fellow, our Chet, isn't he? I rather admire him. I'll have to consider the
situation. Perhaps talk to Chet about it directly. Why don't we invite him to
come to dinner tomorrow evening? Then we can all talk about it and see what
happens. All right, Cindy?"
"Yes, Daddy," Cindy said, and she began to cry softly.
#
"Damn it, Ray, why are you doing this to me?" Jenna said.
"Hey, come on, Jenna," Raymond said. "I told you, my father says I can't
have anything to do with you any more. He says you're a phony. He says--"
"Oh Christ!" Jenna said. "You know better than that, Ray. Haven't I done
everything you wanted? Didn't I let you hurt me--hell, I begged you to hurt me!
You know how it turns me on! You could do anything to me! You know I'm not a
phony. I mean, Jesus, just because your father--god, he--he didn't really want
me to cut my finger off, did he? I can't believe--I mean, that's so-- He didn't
mean that, did he, Ray?"
Raymond shrugged. "I dunno. He usually means what he says, all right.
And you know what happened when you didn't do it. You kinda blew your chance
there, didn't you? And you blew it with me too, looks like. Sorry, babe. It's
over."
"No," Jenna said. "No, Ray, please. I need this. I need to have this.
Please."
"Damn it, I can't!" Ray said. "Why don't you get somebody else? Hell,
there's lots of guys around who like to hurt girls, I bet. Find one of them to
be a slave to."
"It's not--" Jenna started. Then she stopped, and went on in a lower
tone. "It's not the same," she said. "I've tried. You don't know. I need someone
who knows. Someone who is really into it. Like I thought you were. Like--like
your father is." She shivered. "Oh god," she said. "He scares me, Ray. He really
scares me. But--but he--he makes me feel--"
"Shit, you hardly spoke three words to him," Raymond said.
"I know," Jenna said. "I can't help that. I know what he is. And he
knows what I am. He knows, damn it. I need to be his, Ray. I need it like--like
air. I need it to live."
"Well," Raymond said. "you know what you have to do for that to happen."
Jenna shivered again. "Yes," she said. "I know."
#
They ate dinner around the table in the Arnett kitchen. Cindy's father
sat at the head of the table, with Chet opposite him, and Cindy and Raymond on
either side. Cindy was on Chet's left, Raymond on his right. Cindy had prepared
the dinner, which was delicious.
Throughout most of the meal they talked of general subjects. Cindy's
father guided the conversation, drawing Chet out and appearing to be interested
in his life, his plans for the future and his opinions on the issues of the day.
Chet was a little nervous, but he did his best to hold up his end of the
conversation. Neither Cindy nor Raymond spoke very much. Especially Cindy.
It was only when they had nearly finished and were sitting over their
second cups of coffee that Cindy's father brought up the reason Chet was there.
"So, Chet," he said, leaning back in his chair, "I understand you have been
trying to coerce my daughter to fuck you."
Chet swallowed. Raymond grinned, and Cindy looked down into her coffee
cup. There was a brief silence.
"I--I'm not sure I would put it quite that way, sir," Chet said
haltingly. "I mean--it's just that, well, since she's been being so nice to me
and all--"
"On my orders," Cindy's father put in.
"Yes, sir. I understand that," Chet said. "So I just thought--well--"
"You thought you would see how far she would go in following those
orders," Cindy's father said. "Well, I can't blame you for that, Chet. My
daughter is a very attractive girl. Ripe, nubile and sexy. And of course she is
a bitch and a slut. Isn't that right, Cindy?"
Cindy closed her eyes, but opened them again quickly. "Yes," she said
flatly.
"Say it, Cindy."
"I'm a bitch and a slut," Cindy said.
"Yes. And of course, you have already sampled some of her charms, and it
is only natural that you should wish to avail yourself of them further. The
question is whether I should give you the authority to sample them whenever you
please. This is not an easy decision, Chet. I generally prefer to keep Cindy's
coercion under my control, and to have it take place in my own house. You have
no objection to fucking my daughter in my house, have you, Chet?"
"Well--no, sir. Not at all. I just--"
"Good," Cindy's father said. "Would you like to do it now?"
Cindy went pale.
Chet blinked. "Now?" His voice sounded strange.
"Yes, here and now. Stand up, Cindy."
Cindy looked at her father, her mouth opening as if she were about to
say something. But she evidently thought better of it. Her eyes returned to the
table, and for a short moment she sat motionless. Then, slowly and not very
steadily, she stood up.
Cindy was wearing a blue dress with a lace collar. It fit snugly over
her high round breasts and brought out the curves of her waist and hips, coming
down almost to her knees. "She looks good, wouldn't you say, Chet?" Cindy's
father said. "Extremely fuckable, don't you think?"
"Yes I do," Chet said.
"And would you agree with me," Cindy's father went on, "that her obvious
reluctance--actually, repugnance--in the face of this situation, gives her an
extra measure of desirablilty? That it acts as a further stimulus, as if any
were needed, to the lust for her sweet young body?"
Chet looked at her. She was holding on to the table as if for support,
her knuckles white, her face pale and rigid. She did not look at him.
"Yes," he said finally. "I--I have to say--Yes."
"Then fuck her, Chet. Bend over, Cindy."
A tiny sound, barely audible, came from Cindy's throat. Then she bent
over the table. Her father reached over and with a sweep of his arm cleared the
dishes and other obstacles away from the surface in front of her. "All the way
down, Cindy," he said. "Raymond, hold her hands."
Cindy closed her eyes as she lowered her upper body onto the table. Her
brother caught at her wrists and pulled on them, holding her arms straight out
in front of her, so that she lay flat against the hard surface, her face lying
on the tablecloth, her breasts mashed beneath her, her rear end thrusting out
sharply as she bent at the waist.
"All right, Chet," Cindy's father said. "Fuck her in the ass."
Cindy gave a moan of fright and despair.
Chet's mind was reeling. He felt himself suddenly thrust into a
situation which he had never imagined. He had not expected to be fucking Cindy
in front of her father and brother. He had never had sex with people watching
before. Nor had he ever fucked anyone in the ass. But he couldn't deny that his
cock was hard, as hard as he could ever remember it being. And there was no
doubt that Cindy's horror and helplessness, as her father had said, was pouring
gasoline on his already raging desire.
He stood up. He knew there was a very obvious bulge in his pants.
Raymond was grinning lubriciously at him as he kept up his tight grip on his
sister's straining arms. Her father was watching calmly. He reached for the
cream pitcher and placed it within Chet's reach. "You can use this for
lubrication," he said. "Not as effective as some, perhaps, but I'm sure you'll
manage."
Chet's legs felt unsteady, but he moved behind the pinioned girl, his
breath coming fast. He reached out to pull Cindy's dress up, hoisting it to her
waist and tucking it beneath her so that it stayed in place. Then he grasped the
waistband of her panties with both hands and pulled them down, down over her
magnificently curved ass, down over her smooth shapely thighs, down past her
knees until they fell around her feet. His mouth went dry as he looked at her
round bare buttocks, thrusting out at him and squirming slightly as her body
tried to adjust to her uncomfortable position.
He unzipped his fly to release his aching cock. Then, with a sudden
boldness, he opened his pants completely and let them fall. He pushed his shorts
down to his ankles also, and now he, like Cindy, was naked from the waist down.
He saw Cindy's father nod slightly.
Chet put his hands on Cindy's ass, thrilling to the feel of the smooth
firm flesh of her buttocks. They twitched a little under his palms. Then with
one hand he scooped some of the cream out of the pitcher and spread it into the
crack of her ass. His breath came faster as he worked a cream-covered finger
into her anus. Cindy gave a low, anguished groan and reflexively tried to squirm
away, to raise her body from the table, but she could not. Her asshole was very
tight and resistant, as though fighting him every inch of the way. He pushed his
finger in as far as it would go, and listened with an unholy joy to the sounds
she was making.
He withdrew his finger now and with both hands spread her buttocks wide
apart, exposing that small anal opening, which with its spastic twitching almost
seemed to be winking at him. He wasn't sure he could actually fit his cock in
there, but he was damn sure going to try. And he did.
Cindy's groans got louder, and then turned into cries of pain as Chet
pushed himself forcibly into that narrow passage. His head was spinning now, and
he nearly forgot about Cindy's father and brother as his cock tasted the warm
clutching of her asshole. He had to work himself in slowly, inch by inch, and
the resistance of her tightly clenched sphincter muscles almost made him despair
of getting into her fully. But he pushed ruthlessly on, grasping her hips,
pulling back slightly to batter at the obstacles she presented. Cindy was
yelling now, her helpless body twisting with torment. Chet was relentless, and
he felt a burst of triumph as with a savage lunge he breached her sphincter
muscles and slid further into her spasming passage. Now, though she was still
tight and narrow, the going was easier, and he thrust on and on until his cock
was completely buried in her ass.
God, what a feeling! He had to struggle to keep from coming right then,
because he wanted to last long enough to give that ass a good fucking. Cindy was
sobbing now, between her cries of pain, and the sound was music to him. He
looked down at her twisted face, which was turned to one side, her cheek lying
against the table. Her blonde hair was plastered against the side that was
visible, and he reached down and pushed it aside with a curiously tender
gesture. "God, I love your ass, Cindy," he breathed, stroking her cheek. And
then he brought a finger to her mouth--it was the one that had been in her
ass--and traced her quivering lips with it. "Suck my finger, Cindy," he said,
and pushed it into her sobbing mouth. Then he began to fuck her.
Between her sobs and cries and moans of anguish she wasn't able to
actually suck his finger, but he didn't really care. The tightness of her ass as
he pumped vigorously in and out of it, the squirming body bucking with pain as
much as it could in its restricted position, and the astonishing fact that this
was Cindy Arnett, the blonde goddess who despised him, that he was fucking up
the ass, in her own house and in front of her own family, made him so hot that
it was a miracle that he lasted as long as he did. Harder and harder he moved,
joyously ravishing that tortured asshole, glorying in the sensations she was
giving him and the agony he was giving her, until he couldn't hold in any more
and, with a cry, let himself fall on top of her bending body as he sent spurt
after spurt of come up into her backside.
"Good," he heard Cindy's father say. "A good performance, Chet. I
congratulate you."
Panting hard, Chet slowly pulled himself off Cindy's body and stood up,
his now limp cock sliding slowly out of her ass. Cindy was still sobbing and
moaning softly. Raymond continued to hold her wrists, keeping her as she was. He
had obviously been aroused by watching Chet fuck her. Now he looked anxiously at
his father.
"Dad?" he said. "Can I have her now? Can I have her mouth? Please?"
His father looked half exasperated, half indulgent. "All right," he
said. "I suppose so, if you must."
"Oh, yeah!" Raymond said. He released one of Cindy's arms just long
enough to unzip his fly and take out his long hard cock. Then, grasping both
wrists again, he pulled her toward him strongly. Cindy cried out as she was
hauled across the table until she was lying on it full-length. Raymond continued
to pull at her until her head lay over the edge of the table on his side, just
above his lap. Then, grasping her hair, he forced her head down to him, feeding
his erect cock into her sobbing, panting, moaning mouth.
"Oh yeah, sis," Raymond groaned. "Oh god, that mouth! Do it, sis, suck
it for me. Come on." He held her with both hands in her hair, twisting it
painfully, hunching up at her face. Cindy's sounds were muffled as she struggled
to do what he wanted, closing her mouth around him, but she still cried out as
he jerked her head up and down by her hair. "Oh shit, my big sister, I love
this, keep it up, ohh yeah, god, sweet sucking cocksucking sister, take it,
baby, take it all, take it NOWWWWWW...."
He held her hair tightly, preventing her from pulling away from his cock
as he spurted into her. Cindy swallowed most of his sperm, but some of it
spilled out of her still crying mouth. Raymond rubbed it over her face.
"Raymond is always so vocal, but at least he doesn't take long," Cindy's
father said. "Well, since you have pleasured everyone else this evening, Cindy,
you might as well finish the job, don't you think?" He opened his pants as he
spoke. "Just turn this way, Cindy. And do try to stop crying. I do love to hear
you cry, as you know, but enough is enough. Don't you think so, Chet?"
"Actually, sir, I'd like to hear her cry forever," Chet said boldly.
"Ah, a man after my own heart," Cindy's father said. "But as you get
older, Chet, you will find that even the greatest delights tend to pall if they
become too familiar. However, for Chet's pleasure, Cindy, you may continue to
cry if you wish."
Cindy did seem to make an effort to stop crying, although it was not
completely successful, as she slowly and painfully turned herself on the table
in obedience to her father's command, until she faced him as she had faced her
brother, with her head above his lap. "All right, Cindy," her father said.
"First tell me what you are."
Cindy stifled a sob. "I--I'm a bitch and a slut," she said brokenly.
"Good. Now you may proceed."
Cindy lowered her head to his lap and took his cock in her mouth. She
sucked him for a long time. Her father seemed to have the ability to hold out
for as long as he wished to, and to come only when he decided the time was
right. Cindy still gave out the occasional sob or moan as she sucked him, but
she never stopped. Her father directed her performance by murmuring softly to
her whenever he wanted her to go faster, or slower, or to use her tongue more,
or to stop and lick his balls, and so on, and she of course obeyed every
instruction. When he finally came down her throat she swallowed every drop.
"Thank you, Cindy," her father said, zipping up his pants. "And now I
have come to a decision on the question that you asked me. Chet seems to me a
fine young fellow, Cindy. His...shall we say, affection for you is obvious, and
I believe he is indeed qualified to assume a certain amount of authority in my
absence, where you are concerned. So the answer is yes, Cindy. When you are
outside this house you will do anything Chet asks you to do. Anything and
everything. To put it more plainly, Cindy, you will fuck for him any time he
wants. Any time, any place, and in any manner he wants. Do you understand,
Cindy?"
"Yes, Daddy," Cindy said. Her voice was very small and tight.
Watching Cindy suck off her brother and father, as well as hearing her
father's decision in his favor, had made Chet hard again. So, at her father's
order, Cindy sucked him off too before he left the house.
#
"Jenna wants to see you," Raymond said to his father.
"Indeed." His father put down his newspaper. "Very well. Bring her in."
Jenna was wearing a green and white print blouse and a pair of jeans.
She was very pale, and she was trembling. But her face was determined.
"Yes, Jenna?" Raymond's father said.
Jenna took a deep breath. "I'll do it," she said.
"Really?" Raymond's father said. "Do what?"
"What--what you said. I--I'll cut my finger off."
"I see. And why would you do that, Jenna?"
Jenna stared at him. "You know why," she said. "Because I--I want to
belong to you. I want to be your slave. You said that's what it takes. I was
scared, okay? I--I'm still scared, but--but if that's what it takes--I'll do
it."
"That's not exactly what I said, Jenna, but close enough," Raymond's
father said. "And so you are ready to do it. Right here, right now. Is that
correct?"
"Yes," Jenna said. Trembling harder.
"Look at this, Raymond," his father said. "This is a rare and beautiful
sight. A pretty, sexy teen-age girl who is ready to do anything we want. A sweet
young woman who is willing, even eager, to put herself utterly in our power.
Look how afraid she is right now, how beautifully, arousingly afraid, and yet
she is prepared to mutilate herself for our enjoyment. Because she is a slave at
heart. She longs to crawl and serve. She longs to be used, and to be hurt. And
we can use her, and hurt her, and do anything we want with her. Anything. Isn't
that exciting, Raymond?"
"Yeah," Raymond said. "But will she really cut her finger off?"
"Of course she will. Show him, Jenna."
A tiny sound came from the girl. But she began to move toward the
kitchen. She moved as if in a trance, trembling harder than ever, her legs
barely able to hold her. Raymond's father got up and followed her into the
kitchen, and Raymond came after them.
There was indeed a wooden butcher block on the table, and a meat cleaver
hanging nearby, among other implements. Jenna's movements were stiff and
mechanical, as if they were disconnected from her brain, but she didn't allow
herself to pause. With a palsied hand she took the cleaver from its hook. Then
she moved to the table and placed her left hand on the block, her little finger
oustretched. She was panting hard, and she gave a wild, mindless little cry as
she raised the cleaver above her shoulder, ready to strike.
"Stop," Raymond's father said.
His voice was not loud, but it was sharp, and it was enough to stop her
even as she was bringing the cleaver down. She looked at him, her eyes wild.
"I have no intention of having a nine-fingered slave," Raymond's father
said. "The willingness is enough. Put the cleaver down."
The instrument dropped from her neveless hand and clattered onto the
table. A moment later her knees gave way, and with a soft moan in which relief
was only one of several elements, she fell to the floor, almost fainting.
"You see, Raymond?" his father said. "Completely in our power. This fine
young girl is our possession. Like a useful gadget, or a handkerchief we blow
our noses on. A toy for us to play with. An object for our pleasure. That's what
you are, isn't it, Jenna?"
"Yes," Jenna breathed.
"Let me show you. Come with me, Jenna. No, don't bother to stand. I want
you to crawl. On your hands and knees. I like to see girls crawling. Come."
Jenna, still breathing hard, got onto her hands and knees and crawled
behind Raymond's father as he led her out of the kitchen. Raymond followed,
watching Jenna's ass moving in her jeans as she crawled.
Raymond's father led her down the hall and stopped at the door to the
bathroom. "In here," he said, and stood there as Jenna crawled past him. "Go
over to the toilet," he told her. "And kneel upright." He followed her in, and
Raymond stood in the doorway, watching.
Jenna's expression was a mixture of puzzlement and apprehension as she
crawled over the tiled floor. When she reached the toilet she turned and raised
herself into a kneeling position.
"Fine," Raymond's father said. He stepped over to stand in front of the
trembling girl. "Don't move, Jenna," he said. Then, not hastily but with a
deliberate flow of motion, he unzipped his trousers, took out his cock and began
to piss into her face.
Jenna cried out and instinctively turned her head away. "No!" Raymond's
father said sharply, and she turned it back again. Her eyes were closed. "Open
your eyes," he said, still pissing, and Jenna, whimpering, did so. Raymond's
father pissed into her eyes. He pissed into her nose and all over her face, and
into her hair. Then he told her to open her mouth, and he pissed into that too.
When he finished Jenna was choking and crying. Her face dripped with
piss, her hair was soaked, and most of her blouse was drenched as well. It stuck
to her skin and showed the outline of her brassiere straps.
"Piss Girl," Raymond's father said. "That's your name from now on. Piss
Girl. Remember that. Now clean this up. Not yourself, just the room. Then go
home. Come back tomorrow." He turned and left the bathroom. NEXT

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