Chapter 4
Sara sat up in the bed, a look of fright on her face. She felt like
something was wrong. She was not sure what it was, it was just an uncomfortable
feeling you have like when you wake up from a bad dream. It was barely dawn,
the light already starting to come through the window.
She thought she saw some
movement over in the corner of the room, her head turning quickly. Her eyes
were still half closed, able to only make out a dark shadow.
"Master Michael, is that you?" A hint of terror in her voice as her
eyes finally focussed on the chair in the corner of the room. She could now see
better, Michael was sitting in the corner of the room, still dressed in the
tuxedo that he had worn out last night. He was staring at her.
"No need to be frightened, Sara. After all, this is MY house! I told
you I have a right to go anywhere in it at any time.
Sara pulled the blanket up to her neck, aware that she was only wearing
a silk negligee that highlighted her body very tightly. "I'm sorry sir, I
didn't mean it that way. I was just startled to see you there. I did not hear
you come in."
"You will have to get use to me, I intend to make full use of my house
and that includes your room. Now quickly get out of bed and come over here. It
is Saturday and you have many chores to do for the day. And tonight you will be
punished again for your insolence last night. Now hurry, I don't have all day
to wait for you!"
Sara jumped out of the bed quickly at the mere mention of the punishment
tonight. She did not want to do anything that would further jeopardize what she
was sure would already be painful and humiliating. She straightened out her
negligee, the silky fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. It went
down to a little ways past her knees, but she felt naked even with it covering
her body. The top was low cut, allowing ample naked flesh to the eyes, a slit
cut down between her breasts, revealing her abundant cleavage. The rest of the
garment clung to her body, highlighting her hourglass waist, her tight ass and
you could almost discern her sex mound.
Michael watched as she moved towards him, her hips swaying seductively,
her bare feet lightly tapping on the floor. He had been out all last night
drinking with his friends. Naturally there was many woman they met, but he did
not want them last night. Every since he began to teach Sara how to satisfy his
sexual urges, that is all he could think about. He had been sitting in the
chair for over an hour, watching Sara sleeping, the sunrise slowly bringing its
light into the room. He could see the innocence in her face, the innocence that
he would soon take from her. He had watched her breathing, his cock becoming
hard as he imagine her hands stroking it. When her mouth opened slightly, he
imagined his cock slipping between her sensuous lips, her hot breath bathing his
cock. He could not wait until tonight, no, he wanted her to satisfy him now.
Sara saw his hands outstretched, urging her forwards towards him. Was
he going to make her jerk off his cock again and shoot all over her face? She
moved forward, not wanting to make him angry, already having to submit to
punishment tonight. She stared straight ahead as she felt his hands already
begin to run over her body. His hands grabbed her hips, naked beneath the
negligee and turn her until her back was to him. She felt his hands slide over
her ass cheeks, his fingers clenching on them. She let her ass cheeks relax,
knowing the punishment for tightening her cheeks and refusing to allow him
complete access to her body.
Michael just loved the feel of her flesh beneath his fingers, his cock
hard as he ran his hands over her haunches, feeling her young body. "Your legs,
spread your legs for me," he ordered her. He saw her legs move outward, drawing
the negligee tighter on her body. He let his hands slide down between her legs
until he reached the bottom of the negligee, then moving up again, this time the
negligee pushed aside as he did. His hands reached the juncture of her thighs,
feeling the hairy mound of her sex, his cock jumping in his pants as he
visualized the red hair pussy she has. He wanted to see her naked and he wanted
to see her now. "I want to watch as you take a bath. Run the water for it
while I get more comfortable."
Sara had never been completely naked before him. Now he wanted her to
strip for him and take a bath while he watched. Hesitantly she moved to the
bath, putting the drain plug in and running the hot water. She watched as
Michael moved his chair over to the tub, sitting it prominently at the head of
the tub. He would have an unobstructed view of her from the front. She put in
some bubble bath, hoping that it might obscure some of his view when she got
into the water.
"Turn towards me, Sara. Lower the straps of your negligee. I have
never seen your breasts naked before, but I do see your hard nipples pointing
out. I remember you told me you had large nipples. I am soon to find out.
Slowly, tease me a little, Sara," laughing as he said it.
She was always proud of her breasts though they were on the small side.
Some of the other girls had large breasts and she knew that in five years they
would be hanging down to their belly button. She allowed the straps of the
negligee to slide slowly down her arms, one hand crossed in front of herself,
keeping the negligee from falling down in the front and exposing her breasts.
She allowed the top to lower, her hands clutching her breasts, hiding them from
Michael's view as she pulled her arms out of the straps. Her hand was the only
thing keeping the negligee up in the front. She saw Michael move his hand down
to his pants, his fingers sliding the zipper down. He reached inside and
grabbed his cock, brining it out, his hand gripping it tightly.
"You make my cock hard, Sara, you know what you are going to have to do,
don't you?"
She looked at his hand, stroking the huge cock as he watched her. Soon
he would force her to do it, stroke it until he came again. "Yes, sir," she
replied.
"Your tits, let me see your tits," Michael getting impatient.
Startled, Sarah let the negligee fall to her waist, her breasts now
naked for the first time to Michael. Her hands hung uselessly to her side,
unable to decide what to do with him, humiliated at having to strip before him.
Michael licked his lips when he saw her. Her pink nipples, pointed,
surrounded by the dark areola, her skin around it an alabaster white. Redheads
always had pale complexions, susceptible to the suns burning rays. That is what
always intrigued him about her, that and the redhead bush she would have. Her
cock jerked in anticipation of that vision. He saw her staring straight-ahead,
not wanting her eyes to meet his, her humiliation almost complete. First he
wanted her completely naked. "Touch your nipples with your fingertips, make
them hard for me, Sara."
Her hand moved up as she cringed at the suggestion. While she did
masturbate often, more often lately as Michael had forced her to strip and
service him sexually, she had never done it in front of anyone else. At least
not a male, she had masturbated occasionally with some of the girls at the
orphanage. She felt her nipples harden as soon as she touched them, more
sensitive then usual. Her fingers played with the hardened buds, running her
sharp fingernails over the tips, the pain mixing with the pleasure as she did.
She always received a masochistic pleasure in sexual pain, often pinching her
nipples harder then she should have.
Michael watched her playing with her nipples, her eyes slightly closed,
caught up in the pleasure of the moment. He could see her hips gently rolling,
imagining how wet she was. "Wet your fingers and play with your nipples, Sara."
His cock jerked as two fingers pushed into her mouth, her tongue running over
them, Michael imagining that it was his cock. She was teasing him, running her
fingers in and out, like they were his cock.
Sara could not believe what she was doing, acting like she was sucking
his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around her fingers, her tongue running over
them, getting them wet with her saliva. Her fingers moved down, lightly
touching her nipples, the cold wet fingers sending a shiver through her body.
She could feel her pussy getting wetter, glad she was going to get into the
bath, hoping she would avoid Michael's detection. She had never felt her
nipples so big before, it almost felt like they were going to explode. She
teased the tip with her fingernail, running the sharp point over it before
running it around her areola, tiny goose bumps appearing as they scarped
pleasurably over it. She was suddenly snapped out of her sexual dream by
Michael's voice.
"Strip off the negligee, I want to see that red-headed bush." His hand
stroked his cock with broad strokes, watching as she slowly stripped for him.
Her hands pulled the negligee up from the bottom, pulling it up over her head,
slowly revealing her naked legs, higher up until Michael could finally see her
bush. He thought he was going to cum as Sara pulled it above her waist, her
naked pussy, hidden by a large red bush. God, he had never seen anything like
it before. He always had a desire for a redheaded girl, but could never find
one before. It was Mr. Smith's phone call from the orphanage, telling him of
Sara that excited his cock so much. It had been expensive, but Michael was not
going to miss out this chance. It was worth every penny he spent on her. Her
pubic hair was just like the hair on her head, a bright red. And it was in
abundance. He normally shaved his girls, not this one.
Sara dropped the negligee on the floor, standing naked in front of
Michael. She looked at him, his eyes not on her face, but staring intently at
what was between her legs. It was so embarrassing to stand while he openly
ogled her. Her hands clenched, at her sides, waiting for further instructions.
"Such a beautiful red bush, but I must see your cunt. Peel your pussy
lips back, let me see the pink of your pussy. Spread your legs open wide."
Her legs parted, spreading to over two feet. Her hands moved to the
front of her, running over her pussy, not doing as he said yet, just lightly
touching her mound. Her pussy hair was silky smooth, just like her long red
hair on her head. Her fingers pushed between the fine hair until she grabbed
her pussy lips ever so gently and began to peel them back, feeling the cool air
of the room running over her wet pussy. Sara pulled them back until she could
feel a slight twinge of pain, holding herself open to Michael gaze. Her face
turned crimson in humiliation, naked, her own hands spreading her most intimate
opening for his inspection. "Yes, sir," she replied.
"So lovely, Sara, your pink insides, framed by that beautiful red bush."
Michael's hand continued to stroke his cock his cock. "Get into the bathtub. I
want to watch you bathe."
Sara lowered herself into the hot tub water, wanting to hide her shame
of being so wantonly exposed to Michael. She grabbed the soap and washed her
body, ignoring Michael sitting next to the tub, stroking his cock as he stared
so blatantly. She tried to put him out of her mind as she went about her bath,
often times she was shocked back to reality by his commands. Stand in the tub
and wash your pussy. Turn around and spread your ass cheeks apart and wash.
Each time she begrudgingly obeyed. Finally she was finished and stood in the
tub, drying her body as the tub drained.
"Come over her, Sara." Michael's hands were outstretched as she stood
before him. He let the towel slip to the floor, moving her so she was between
his legs, one hand moving behind her and one hand in front. "Spread your legs
again, this time farther," he ordered. His face was only inches from her pussy,
the sweet scent of the bath oil covering her body. His hands caressed her
supple skin, rubbing her so sensuously as he did. One hand moved up and cupped
her breast, pinching at the pert nipple, bringing it erect again. He pinched it
harder, feeling her feet shuttle back and forth, but her hands did not try to
prevent his actions. He squeezed the nipple harder, seeing it turn a darker red
as he squeezed the blood to the tip. He twisted the nub, a small moan coming
from her lips as he did. Still she did not move or attempt to stop him.
Her teeth were clenched as Michael dug his fingers into her nipple,
twisting the delicate morsel harshly. It hurts so bad, but she did not move,
fearing further punishment tonight it she disobeyed him. "MMMmmm," she
murmured.
His hand slipped down the flat plane of her stomach until his fingers
were tangled in her red bush. He allowed his fingers to play with the silky
strands, twisting them with his fingers and pulling them. He could hear some of
the hairs tearing out, tiny yelps escaping from her mouth as they were yanked
painfully out. He grabbed her sex mound with his whole hand, gripping her like
she was a ball. When she bucked her hips backward to escape the groping hand,
his other hand was waiting, gripping her ass cheeks tightly, one finger snuggled
tightly between her cheeks, his fingertip nestled snuggly against her delicate
asshole. A quick snap of that finger against her asshole, piercing her opening,
sending her hips scrambling forward again into the grip of his hand.
Sara felt her body being manhandled by Michael, a finger pressed into
her asshole, feeling strange as it kept her open, the finger moving against her
sphincter, rubbing it. His other hand was now pushed between her pussy lips,
already covered with her juices, her body betraying the effect Michael was
having on her. One finger rubbed up and down her slit, moving all the way down,
up and over her vagina, rubbing the tight opening, before moving up to her clit
and rubbing the hard bud that had already poked out of its protection.
Michael began to masturbate Sara, wanting to hear her burst into an
orgasm. He saw her hips moving back and forth, forcing the finger in her
asshole to penetrate her deeper, her asshole clenching on the invading digit as
it did. Her pussy was soaked, covering his fingers with her juices, the smell
of her sex permeating the room. His finger poked inside her virgin body,
feeling the tightness as she clenched on the invading fingers. Her asshole,
though not lubricated, sucked his finger in deeper each time she forced her hips
backward. Her heard her groan in pain as the finger in her asshole rasped
harshly up her back passage, unable to stop the duel ravishment of her virgin
body.
Sara could feel the beginning of an orgasm coming over her. While she
had cum from her own fingers, this was different. She was stripped naked, all
of her treasures exposed to Michael's eyes and fingers, forced to spread her
legs and let him have his way with her. The finger in her asshole tore into her
being, having never felt so violated as she did now. It pushed around inside
her, like a tiny animal, moving back and forth, never resting, continually
stimulating her body. It hurt, but it also made her pussy wetter. The forced
masturbation of her body was overcoming all of her senses. She felt two fingers
now stretching open her pussy, banging up against her hymen, forcing her asshole
back on the fat finger pressed. "MMMMM," she groaned, a mixture of pain and
pleasure.
Michael moved forward, grabbing one of Sara's clenching hands, placing
it on his hard cock. "Stroke it nicely while I make you cum," he ordered her,
watching as her delicate hand began to run up and down his hard cock, squeezing
the head of his cock as she passed over it, her fingernail rubbing just
underneath the bulbous head, making it jerk in response. "Yes, such a good
girl, Sara," a second finger joining the first in her asshole, a yelp in pain
escaping her mouth as she jerked forward onto the fingers banging against her
virginity. "Careful, I don't want to take your virginity yet, it will be my
cock that will do that tonight."
Sweat began to run down Sara's body, the hot water of the bath and the
increasing rapid movement of her body on the masturbating fingers overheating
her body. She felt his thumb push against her clit, pushing it hard against her
pubic bone, moving it back and forth. Her hips began to gyrate in rhythm,
moving left to right. She felt the fingers inside her pull up on her body,
straining onto her tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure, balancing
precariously on Michael's fingers. She felt her body shuddering, her pussy and
asshole tightening on the fat fingers, clenching and unclenching as she began to
lose herself to the orgasm that began to overtake her. Her toes ached from the
perched position, her thighs hurting from the obscene spread of her legs, but
her pussy climaxed wetly over the fingers inside her. Her toes gave out, her
feet moving flat on the ground, the fingers not relenting, driving her pussy
deeper onto them, almost taking her virginity with it. She arched backwards
when she felt her hymen stretching, forcing her to take the two fingers
stretching her asshole all the way in until Michael's knuckles banged against
her asshole. "OOOOOWW, MMMMM, GGGGGoDDDDDD," Sara cried as she came again, the
fingers still twisting and turning inside her, her clit still smash by his
grinding thumb.
Michael smiled as she came, her juices covering her fingers, more
aggressive now, making her feel the power he had over her body, twisting
painfully inside her asshole, stretching her open. Her hands jerked his cock,
her fingers moving faster, holding it tighter, pulled the foreskin back and
forth. Michael gritted his teeth, holding back an orgasm. He had other plans,
he wanted to shoot his cum in her mouth as soon as she finished cumming. She
must have cum at least three times until she finally slumped down, his fingers
the only thing holding her up. He pulled his finger out of her asshole, her
sphincter fighting their removal as he did. Finally out they popped, his
fingers in her pussy sliding wetly along her cum soaked pussy. He could see her
dew on the red hair of her pussy, glistening in the early morning light. He
lowered her to the floor, Sara not realizing what was transpiring, her body just
too exhausted to stop anything. Michael knew that this was the time to take
advantage of the situation.
A pillow was placed on the floor in front of her, Michael helping her
kneel onto it. She saw him stand up, her hand still moving gently back and
forth over his cock, now slippery with his leaking cum. He moved closer to her,
her face now level with his cock, her hand jerking the hard cock towards her
mouth. It suddenly dawned on her what Michael planned to do. He wanted to put
his cock in her mouth and make her suck him. She was sure that he would not let
her take it out when he came, no, he would want her to swallow it. Before she
had a chance to protest, fingers in the corner of her mouth pushed in, forcing
her to open wide, the hot flesh of Michael's cock forced inside, leaving a trail
of leaking cum in its path. Her tongue moved in response, salaciously moving
over the head. Her tongue had meant to lick the salty cum from her lips but had
instead provided a startling reaction from Michael, a short burst of cum
shooting out from the end into the confines of her hot mouth. Her mouth closed
in reaction, her teeth clamping down on the flesh filling her mouth, biting into
the hard flesh.
"OOWW," yelled Michael in pain, "you bitch," pulling his cock painfully
from her mouth, his hand swinging back and slapping her hard across the face,
her cheek already turning red. He grabbed her head tightly, his fingers pushing
in on the sides, lifting her face up towards hers. "You will pay for that
tonight, Sara," her eyes already watering from the pain of the slap. "I better
not feel your teeth again!"
Her head rattled by the slap, her hands clenching in pain as her head
was held tightly, she felt Michael's cock again bang against her mouth. Fearing
what was already going to happen to her tonight, she opened her mouth slightly,
his large cock taking her brief surrender to force its way into the depths of
her hot mouth. She quickly covered her teeth with her lips as it slid in, the
bulbous head now securely in, her lips wrapped around the base of the crown of
his cock. She trembled in fear, her heavy breathing igniting the cock in her
mouth to jerk about.
"Now hold the head in there just like that. Be a good girl and I will
feed you some of my hot cum," he laughed, watching the sweet lips of this
innocent girl wrapped around his cock, her eyes searching for relief from the
terrible task he was asking from her. The only relief she would find is when he
unloaded his sperm into her stomach, he thought. "Now run your tongue over it,
very slowly, make sure you get the tip, taste the cum," his hands still holding
her still on his cock. He moaned in pleasure as the tongue caressed his hard
cock, feeling it jerk in response. "MMMM, so much better, Sara, you are a
natural cocksucker. You just need a little training and a little punishment to
keep you in line, but I can provide both of them. Now take it a little deeper."
He pushed on his hips all the while holding her head still, his cock sliding
over her wet lips, moving deeper into her mouth. "Rub your tongue under the
crown of my cock. Oh, yeah, sssso good, Sara."
The cock pushed deeper into her mouth. She feared that he would soon
reach the back of her mouth, the entrance to her throat. She feared that would
not stop him, he would continue on, forcing it deeper as she choked on it. She
ran her tongue over it, feeling the veins sticking out, every bump and ridge on
it. She could taste the salty, thick cum leaking out, the texture sitting on
her tongue. He tilted her head up, straightening out her throat, his hips
pushing his cock in and out of her mouth, her lips smacking loudly on it as she
tried to make it as tight as possible for his cock.
"Deeper, Sara, I want you to take it deeper now. Take a big breath and
begin to breathe through your nose." Michael began to slowly let his cock slip
through her lips, each time more of it was pushed into her mouth. He put both
of his hands at the back of her head, knowing that soon she would try to move
away.
"AAAGGGHH," Sara choking, her stomach almost feeling like she would
vomit as the head of his cock pushed into the back of her mouth. It was just
like the doctor when he put the stick in the back of your mouth to check your
throat. Only this stick was bigger, a large, fleshy hot cock. She felt the
hands on her head tighten, not allowing her to move. It pulled out, but
immediately pushed back in again. "GGGGGLLLUUUGGG," this time the gagging worse
as she was forced to swallow the head of his cock. "MMMMGGG," trying to breathe
through her nose, the cock feeling like it was suffocating her. She could feel
it swell inside her throat, her gagging, forcing her throat muscles to grab at
it, milking it. She could feel it jump and move in her throat, each time her
stomach would turn, the choking almost continuous.
"That's it, Sara, breathe through your nose, relax, let it happen."
Michael could feel her body shuddering, panic setting in. She was having
trouble breathing. He pulled his cock out until only the head was inside her
lips. "Take a deep breathe, you are going to have to learn to swallow it." He
pushed with his hips again, hearing her sucking in air in expectations of what
would happen. It hit the back of her throat again, his saliva and cum covered
cock sliding easily along her throat passage and down inside again. Again, Sara
choked and gagged, this time not as much as before. "You're learning," his
fingers grabbing the base of his cock, pumping it as he continued to fuck her
face. He pushed hard with his cock, burying over two inches of cock inside her
throat. He looked down, her throat bulging out.
Sara struggled but it did no good. Michael held her firmly by the hair,
her mouth now only a receptacle for his cock. She did not know how much more
she could stand, her throat burning as he used her face like a pussy, fucking it
with his cock. Her throat was sore, the gagging and choking taking its toll on
her body. She had to get it over with. She had to make him cum. As much as
she hated the thought of him dumping his sperm in her mouth, she had to stop the
fucking of her face. She began to run her tongue around the cock, swirling it
as she did. Her hands reached up and grabbed his balls, hot and heavy, swollen
in lust. She began to grasp them lightly, feeling each ball inside, massaging
them, hoping to force the cum from them.
"Make me cum, Sara, that's sssssoo good, milk the cum from my balls."
He could feel her soft hands rubbing his balls, her hot lips wrapped tightly
around his cock, her tongue bathing it with her saliva and her throat crammed so
tightly with his cock. He would not be able to hold out much longer. He needed
to cum and he needed to cum now. He plucked his cock out of her throat, wanting
her to taste his cum as he shot off. "Pump my cock with your hand. Make me cum
inside your mouth."
Her other hand grabbed his cock by the base and began to use broad
strokes up and down the hard flesh, dragging the skin back and forth, her other
hand massaging the cum from his balls. His cockhead sat heavily on her tongue,
her tongue moving along the rim of the crown, licking at it. She could feel the
cum rush from his balls, her hand squeezing tightly onto them as they released
their hot fluids. Her lips felt it shoot up the hard rod, the cock jerking as
it shot out the first rope of cum, the hot, salty fluid shooting out to the back
of her throat. "GGGGGGGGHHHH," she choked as it quickly filled her mouth. Her
hand pumped harder, rewarded with a second powerful blast of cum shooting out.
She gulped, swallowing the first shot, her mouth very rapidly filling.
Michael pushed with his hips, emptying his balls of his sperm into her
virgin mouth. He saw her eyes open wide as her mouth was suddenly filled with
his sperm, unable to believe the large amount of fluid he was pumping inside.
Tears ran down her face, choking as some shot down her throat. Her hands were
busy, stroking and milking while her mouth continued to suck down his cum.
Another load shot inside, small trickles of his cum running from the corner of
her mouth. Her throat bobbed up and down, swallowing the copious amount of cum
he was giving her. Her tongue swirled over his piss slit, his cock jerking in
response, another load of cum shooting out.
Sara could not believe that he had that much sperm. She kept
swallowing, unable to contain all of it in her mouth, some leaking down her
chin. The thick, salty cum filled her oral orifice. The cock kept pumping out
more cum, her lips aching from spreading so tightly around the cock, her tongue
hanging uselessly, pinned down to the bottom of her mouth by the hard cock.
"GGGUUULLLP," her stomach starting to groan from being filled with so much
fluid. She felt the cock begin to soften in her mouth, having shot out four
loads of cum, emptying his balls. The rubbery flesh sat in her mouth, covered
in her saliva and his cum.
"Lick it off as I take it out. You must always clean my cock when I
fuck you," Michael ordered her. He felt her lips tighten as he slowly drew his
cock from her mouth, pulling hard as her tongue raced over it. It finally
popped out of her mouth, a loud sucking sound coming from her lips as it
escaped. Michael looked down at her, her tear stained face, her lips red and
wet, covered in his cum, dried cum on her chin. "You did a good job of sucking
my cock, Sara," he exclaimed. "But you are still going to be punished tonight,
especially for biting my cock." He got up, grabbing a towel and his clothes,
leaving Sara still kneeling on the floor as he shut the door.
John was pleased with his accomplishment. Sitting in the middle of the
library sat the punishment bench he had built for Michael. It was a heavy
wooden structure. The bench itself was about two and a half feet off the floor.
Heavy wooden legs held it up. It was about the right height for fucking. In
the front of the bench was a pillory. A large heavy board went along the front,
a hinged board above it, with three holes cut into it, two for the arms and one
for the head. A clasp would keep the two pieces secured together, preventing
the victim from moving her arms or head. Hair could be tied back, keeping the
head in an upright position, leaving the mouth open for a cock to fuck. The
back pillory was adjustable, with six holes for the legs, allowing for varying
degrees of spread. The board would also slide forward or back, forcing the
victim's ass up into the air as it pushed towards the front. The whole base was
carpeted. Running along parallel to the body was a board, in the shape of a
pyramid. This could be lowered or raised, pressed between the legs of the
victim. If pushed up high enough, it would split apart the labia of the female,
forcing her to ride the ridge edge. Small spring loaded clamps were attached to
the base under the victims chest. They would be snapped onto hanging nipples,
the tension of the spring pulling them harshly to the base.
"Very nice, John, you did a beautiful job. Sara is going to enjoy it
tonight. She will be made to pay for biting my cock tonight." Michael's cock
was already hard in anticipation.
To Be Continued