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Author: Powerone

Title: Maiden Maid

Part: Chapter 8- New Girls from the Orphanage

Summary: This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and whatthey are forced to do to survive the Great Depression.

Keywords: M+F, nc, anal, reluc, humil, oral

Copyright 2002, 2003 and 2004 by Powerone. The author can be contacted [email protected].

This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they areforced to do to survive the Great Depression. Sara is an 18-year-old orphanduring the depression and life is hard. In this chapter, Michael invites twoof her friends to visit, Claire and Grace. But who are they visiting, Saraor Michael?

Maiden Maid

Chapter 8-New Girls from the Orphanage

Sara was so glad when John told her that two of her friends from the orphanagewere coming to visit. Michael had arranged with Mr. Smith of the orphanageto have Grace and Claire come for a long weekend. Since she had been with Michael,she had not gone out much, not meeting anyone her age. It would be good tosee some girls that she could talk to. She was just surprised, never havingmentioned anything like this to John or Michael. It just came out of the clearblue. She would not tell her friends about what she had been doing since shetook the job, too embarrassed to admit what she had allowed Michael and Johnto do to her.

She raced to the door when she heard the bell, knowing that it was them.She threw the door open, pulling both of them in from the cold air, huggingthem, giggling as she was so excited.

"You certainly have changed. A big lady now," Grace kidded her, admiringthe maid's outfit Sara had on. Michael had insisted that she start wearingit, a fashion he had seen in France. It was a black dress with a white apron,buttons that stopped at the waist. It was made out of silk, the bottom of thedress ending half way up her thighs. She wore black nylons, the seam runningneatly up the back of her legs. The shoes were three inch black heals. Thetop of the dress clung tightly to her bosom. She had been embarrassed at first.It seemed that every time she bent over either Michael or John were present,their eyes following her every move as she bent over, her skirt riding highup the back, sure that her black panties were showing.

"You like?" turning around in a circle, modeling the outfit to her friends.She looked at her friends, dressed as she had when at the orphanage, garbedin hand-me-downs, drab grey sweaters, the wrists worn, and moth holes throughout.Their skirts hung down to their ankles, hanging loosely from their bodies,almost unable to tell if it was a male or female beneath the attire. But onceyou saw their faces, you knew they were females. Grace was the blond, shortblond hair that fell just below her shoulders. She was the tallest, a whoppingfive foot two inches. Her blue eyes always shone brightly, no matter what shehad endured in her hard life. Her pert nose and clear complexion highlightedthe big lips that always seemed to be smiling. Claire was shorter, five foottall. She had brown hair, long, that hung half way down her back. Her greeneyes always looked back at you like a lost puppy dog. She wasn't outgoing likeGrace, keeping to herself, except around Grace. For some reason they seemedto hit it off even though their personalities were completely opposite, Clairemore submissive, agreeing to anything, more willing to blend into the background.

You would think that two beautiful girls would have been adopted by now,both of them having been in the orphanage for over 6 years. Sara never askedhow they got there, you never asked an orphan for her hard luck story. Butthe truth was that only the homely girls were adopted, the beautiful girlsnever adopted. The reasoning was quite rational. What wife would bring homea beautiful girl to entice their husbands? It would be only a matter of daysbefore the husband would be bedding down the girl. It was much better to geta homely girl that will work in the kitchen, not on her back in the bedroom.

"Both of you look so good," Sara lied. "We're going to have so much fun thisweekend. I have to work part of the time but Michael said I can spend timewith you."

John walked into the room, hearing the commotion of giggling girls. "Whydon't you take the girls upstairs to your room Sara? That way you wouldn'tdisturb the Master."

"Up the stairs, let me show you my room."

"Who was that?" Grace asked.

"SSSSH, John is in charge of the household, my boss. Don't get me into trouble."

"He's not bad looking," Grace teased, "but he scares me. His eyes kept lookingme up and down. And you have a Master?"

"Michael is the Master of the house. And he is gorgeous and intelligent.You'll probably meet him sometime. Just be respectful."

"What do you think we are, a bunch of sluts?" laughing as they raced downthe hallway, Claire trailing along as usual. "Hurry Claire, don't want to getcaught in the hall alone. John might get you and eat you up."

"This is your room," both of them surprised when they entered it. It washuge, almost as big as the whole room the girls had at the orphanage, and therewere 16 of them.

Sara saw their eyes, just as hers were when she first saw it. At one endof the room stood an enormous four poster bed. The posts all about three inchesin diameter at the largest part, but tapered down and then spread back outagain at numerous points on the post. At the top were large, pineapple shapedcarvings with many ridges. A padded bench was at the end of the bed, legs thicklike the posts on the bed. In the corner stood an enormous armoire, a darkmahogany that matched the rest of the furniture in the room. Next to it stooda large overstuffed chair and ottoman, looking out of place in the room. Onthe other side of the room was a door that opened to the bathroom, but thebedroom had a strange feature. The bathtub, a large claw foot metal tub, satin the room across from the chair, not in the bathroom.

"Look at this," Grace pointing to the mirrors above the bed. "What do youdo, watch yourself as you wank off?" Grace crudely saying.

Sara tried to ignore her remark. All of the walls have at least one largemirror on it with mirrors over the bed and the bathtub. "It was Michael's mother'sroom before she died. She liked to see herself. It takes a bit getting useto." Sara saw Grace run over to the armoire, opening the door.

"God, what do you do with all these clothes? Give some to us poor orphans," Gracegiving Sara one of her poor orphan faces.

"If you are both good girls, Master, I mean Michael said he bought you somethingspecial to wear. Both of you. He wants to meet both of you after dinner."

"Can we keep them?" Grace never having anything new before.

"I think so," Sara said. "Look at the bathtub. Hey, you want to take a bathbefore dinner. You probably stink," kidding her friends, but also probablyserious. At the orphanage, it was a shower only once a week. Sara was alreadyturning on the water, the steam from the water already rising up. She put insome bath salts, it would be good for them to smell good when they met Michael.

"Me first," Grace yelled, already taking off her clothes.

She threw off her sweater, naked underneath it, Sara almost forgetting howsore her nipples use to get from the scratchy sweaters. The dingy, loose clotheshid her body, Grace having lovely breasts, Sara almost embarrassed as she watchedher. They were bigger then hers, large dark brown areolas, the size of a silverdollar seemed to take up the tips. Her nipples were so pointed, over an inchlong, the rough sweater making them red. She watched the dress fall to thefloor, the white, simple panties sliding down her legs. She looked at her bush,the blonde hair barely visible, her slit looking almost bald. She had muscularlegs, hard work at the orphanage was necessary to get fed.

"Stop looking at me like that," Grace teasing Sara again. "You know I havea better body then yours. The only thing that makes you special is that redhaired bush," laughing at her discomfort at being discovered watching her.She slowly sank into the tub. "Don't disturb Me' Lady, she will be in her bath," tryingto sound like a rich lady.

"Tell Me' Lady to scrub herself for the Master," throwing her a washcloth.She watched Grace lounging in the hot water, a luxury that an orphan doesn'tget. She was washing herself with the washcloth. "You can take a bath nextClaire."

"That's all right," never pushing, "I can wait. "You're so lucky to livehere Sara. It must be great."

"Yes, it is much better than the orphanage, but I had to get use to the outsideworld. It is a lot different from the orphanage where you are always protected.At least almost always. Except for Headmaster Smith."

"Do you mean men, Sara?" Grace was always curious. Headmaster Smith had punishedher a few times, spankings over his lap. His hands did roam some, but nevertoo far, Grace afraid to protest, silently suffering the fondling of her fleshby him.

"Yes, men Grace. There weren't too many at the orphanage. On the outsidemen are in control. You sometimes have to do things that you don't want to.But anything is better then the orphanage, or worse yet, the street."

"Next," Grace grabbing one of the big, soft towels. "God, I could sleep inthis," wrapping the towel around her body, the top of the towel barely coveringher breasts, a long expanse of naked legs showing.

"Your turn," watching as Claire walked over to the tub. She faced the otherway, almost ashamed of undressing in front of Sara and Grace. She slowly strippedoff her clothes and jumped quickly into the tub but not before Sara caughta glimpse of her body. Similar to Grace, they were both so petite. They lookedso young, even though they would be eighteen within a couple of months. Withher smallish breasts, slight hips, Claire looked even younger. If it wasn'tfor her full butt and dark brown bush, you would think she was thirteen.

Claire ducked her head under the water when the door burst open, John walkingin. He carried two large bags and a tray of food. "Clothes that the Masterpromised for the girls Sara. You will wear your regular outfit. And I thoughtyou might be hungry. You have an hour before Master wants you in the study." Heglanced over at Grace, eying her half naked legs and the lovely cleavage thetowel exposed. She blushed when she saw his eyes staring at her breasts. "Verylovely."

Claire's head popped out of the surface, sputtering as she did. She heldher breath as long as she could, hoping that John had left. When she poppedout, the bubbles in the tub did not cover her breasts, the small tits naked,John not missing them. He smiled at her as she covered them with her hands,feeling the hard nipples prick into her palms.

"Master loves petite girls," looking at Claire as he left, closing the doorbehind him.

"Does he always walk in without knocking?" Grace exclaimed.

"It's the Masters house. They can do anything they want. Being rich and powerfulgives them lots of privileges that the common folk don't have. They are beyondthe law." Sara had already found that out, John and Michael having their waywith her at will. Including punishing her, knowing that they got hard doingthat.

"He scares me. Is your Master like him?" Claire finally saying something,getting out of the bathtub, afraid the door would open any second again.

"They're men, they only want one thing. Just don't cross them, they havea lot of power," Sara warned them. "Let's eat and see what they bought youto wear," Claire and Grace already digging into the food as if they were starving,which was probably partially true.

Sara took the clothes out of the bags, each marked with the recipient's name.The first was marked for Claire. She pulled out a pair of white thigh highstockings, pink ribbons on the top to hold them up. The camisole was a whitesilk, tiny white mother of pearl buttons adorning it up the center. The pantieswere also a white silk. It had a short skirt of red plaid, a slit up each side.The white blouse was a button down that would barely reach the skirt, if sheraised her arms above her head, her bare midriff would be exposed. "They'rebeautiful," even Sara was impressed.

Claire was a little shocked. While she loved the fabric, the feel of thesilk over her body would be lovely, it was the style that bothered her. Shewas use to wearing drab clothes that covered her body. These would just barelycover anything. It would more likely attract a lot of attention. "I hope Ican wear them," afraid of how she would look.

Grace had already opened up the second bag marked Grace. In it was a similarpair of thigh high stockings, hers were black with shiny silk bows on the top.The camisole was black, with black buttons down the center, but the top waslower cut, sure that ample cleavage would be exposed. "Hell, at least he knowsI have some tits," never failing to kid Claire about her small boobs. The pantieswere black silk, but the sides were only two silk bows, the area of her hipswould be naked. She pulled out the skirt, a gray skirt, rather drab looking,but when she felt it she was sure it was cashmere, so soft. She put it up againsther, knowing that it would cling to her figure. The top was a cashmere buttondown sweater, like Claire's it would leave a bare midriff if she raised herarms. "I know that I can wear these. Hell Sara, when your Master sees me inthis, you'll be out of a job. And get your ass into those clothes Claire. You'lllook great. Stop being such a mouse."

Sara brought them two pairs of shoes, both three inch heels, Claire's white,Grace's black. They had a strap that would hold them secured to the ankle. "Itwill take a while to get use to these, but you'll manage. And they make yourlegs look great." She saw how happy her friends were, almost afraid of whatwas going to happen. The clothes were quite provocative. What were Michaeland John up to?

Grace sat down on the chair, throwing off the towel. She slowly rolled theblack nylons up her legs, oblivious to the wide spread of her legs or thatSara's gaze was glued to her lovely slit. She stood up to put on the pantiesonly then catching Sara's gaze. "I can't believe it either, my pussy looksgreat with these black stockings." She pulled on the panties, tying the knotson the side. "Not too tight, maybe Master Michael will want to get into myhot little pants tonight," teasing Sara. The camisole clung to her breasts,Grace sighing as she felt the cashmere sweater and skirt slide over her skin.She looked into the mirrors, the clothes clinging to her body in all the rightplaces.

"God, would you look at this slut," never missing a chance to kid Claire.She looked like a thirteen year old Lolita. The white top, highlighted by thered plaid skirt and the white stockings clung to her petite body like a secondskin. Even her small breasts looked big, her nipples pushing out the top.

"I can't wear this, she's right," Claire shouted out.

"Don't listen to her Claire, you're a knockout. Master will like you." Thatis what she was afraid of, that the Master might like them too much. She lookedat the clock. "Let's go, we have to be in the Master's study in ten minutesand you still have to learn how to walk in those heels."

It took them almost ten minutes to get there, Claire and Grace both havingtrouble balancing on the heels. It's not as if you get much practice in theorphanage in wearing three inch heels. Sara knocked on the door, opening itwithout waiting for an answer. She was surprised when she saw Headmaster Smithand John in the room, along with a stranger. All were sitting around with Michael,a drink in their hands and cigars in their mouths. "Sorry sir, I didn't knowyou had company. We will come back later."

"Nonsense Sara. Come in. You already know Headmaster Smith and John. Theother gentleman is our esteemed Governor of the State. Tell the girls to benice to him, he is the one that pays for their upkeep," all of them laughing.

All eyes were on the three girls as they entered the room. Headmaster Smithwas anxious to see Sara, Michael already telling of her exploits since theorphanage. Grace and especially Claire were embarrassed by all the attention,the men not staring at their faces, but their eyes running up and down theirbodies as they walked in. Sara finally chimed in, "this is Grace and Claire."

Michael's cock felt like it would pop out of his trousers at the sight ofClaire and Grace, especially Claire. She was so petite and her red face madeher look even younger than the eighteen years she would be. Grace had a fullerbody so he already decided what they would do. "Step into the center of theroom Claire, let these gentlemen see how beautiful you look in those clothes.Don't be bashful. You are very appealing."

She almost stumbled on the heels as she tentatively moved forward, her headbowed down, her back slouched over.

"Look up and stand up straight," Headmaster Smith ordered her.

Her head shot up instantly, recognizing the stern voice of the Headmaster.She arched her back, her little tits pushing out the front of the blouse, lookingaround the room as they all watched her.

"Turn around slowly Claire," the familiar voice ordering her again, Clairenot having any choice but to obey, humiliated as she heard some mumbling behindher as they saw her butt. What did they say?

"Very nice Claire. Now it's your turn Grace. Into the center of the room," thistime Michael's voice giving the commands.

Grace fearlessly walked forward, smiling at Claire as she swept by, her heelsclicking on the floor. She stood in the center of the room, proud of how shelooked, smiling as they stared at her. She turned around without anyone asking,stopping when her back was to them, pausing, letting them get a good look ather ass. She turned around, smiling again. She could easily control them. Allshe had to do was shake her ass and smile and they would do anything. "To yourliking Master Michael?" She brazenly spoke to Michael.

"Come here Sara," Michael gesturing her over to his side. He whispered intoher ear.

"Please Master, don't make me do that," they heard her protest, Michael shakinghis head no.

"John, now please," John walking over to Grace. Before she could even thinkabout it, John had grabbed her tiny wrists in his large hand and began to pullthem up over her head.

She squirmed and tried to move away, but John was able to easily overpowerher five foot two inch body, moving her arms up until he found the metal cuffsin the ceiling, quickly putting each wrist in them, the loud snap of the heavymetal shattering the quiet of the room. She pulled her arms, finding them trappedin the iron, the sound of the cuffs moving up until she was almost on her toes.She could feel the cool air on her bare midriff, the sweater having pulledup high. "Sara, tell them to let me go," she begged her friend. She lookedover at Michael. "Why are you doing this to me?" She suddenly lost all controlshe thought she had over these men.

"With such a lovely body as yours Grace, I thought that you should entertainus. The Headmaster has been seriously lusting after your delicious body. Sarais going to slowly strip you naked so we may savor it." He looked over at Claire,having backed up to the wall, trying to be invisible. "And you lovely girl,come over here and sit next to me. Or would you rather be strung up like Grace?"

Claire meekly walked over towards Michael, afraid of him, but more afraidof John, his look menacing. "Sit down on the floor next to my chair and bea good girl." He watched her as she sat down, the skirt sliding up her legs,catching a sexy glimpse of the top of the white stockings. "Are you going tobe a good girl?" leaning down to her.

Claire looked up at Michael. He was so handsome, but he had an evil glintin his eye and she saw the way he was staring at her, especially her legs. "YesSir," her eyes down, not wanting to see that look again.

"Do you have any of that coca leaf? Maybe the girls would like to have some," theGovernor spoke up. He had been with Michael one other time when he had broughtout the powder that was processed from the coca leaf. They had the girls snortit up their noses. They lost some of their inhibitions, became easily arousedand it seemed to heighten their senses.

"John, give it to Sara. You might have to force Grace to take it." Michaelwatched as John took some of the powder, placing it on a small mirror, a goldstraw passed to Sara.

"Put the straw to your nose. Run the other end along the line and snort itin. Don't worry it wouldn't hurt you. Hurry now, we don't have all day," forcingthe issue with Sara. He watched as she did as ordered, snorting a line of thepowder, her eyes running as her head rose up. "Now help me with Grace. I don'tthink she will be as willing."

"I don't want that, no!" her body shaking as she saw them approach.

"You put a spoonful of the powder up her nose and pinch it," John handingher a tiny gold spoon. He moved behind her, seeing the frightened look on herface, her head trying to follow him around. He let his hand slip around untilit covered her mouth tightly, Grace struggling as he effectively gagged her. "Doit now. Once it's in her nose, she will have to snort it in or suffocate. Don'ttake your fingers off her nose until I tell you." Grace struggled as Sara jammedsome of the powder up her nose, her fingers gripping her nostrils tight. Grace'seyes opened wide as she was unable to breathe, panic beginning to settle in.They waited as she became more panicky, her head trying to shake, John's stronghands holding her tight. You could see the surrender in her eyes. "Take yourhand off her nose. I think she will cooperate now." Grace instantly suckedin the precious air through her nose, the coca powder also sucked in deep intoher nostrils.

She could taste the powder in the back of her throat as it ran down fromher nose. Another spoonful was pushed to her other nostril, this time she willinglydid it, not liking the suffocation. She felt a strange buzz in her head. Hersenses seemed to get sharper, able to feel John behind her, feeling his hardcock pushed against her ass, feeling it pulsate and throb. She was gratefulthat his hand moved from her mouth, able to take in deep breaths of air.

"Begin now Sara. I want Grace to be stripped slowly for our guests." Michaelleaned down to Claire next to him, "I have something special for you littlegirl. A nice glass of wine," handing her a chardonnay wine that was over 100years old. "Drink it slow, savor it." He saw the reluctance in her face, "Iwouldn't tell you again!"

Claire picked up the glass, taking a little sip. It was delicious, with atingle to it, having never drunk alcohol before. She slowly sipped it as Michaelwatched her until it was gone, handing the glass back to Michael.

Michael took the glass from her, putting it over to the side, not wantingto get it mixed up with his. Claire's wine was mixed with a concoction thathad an opiate mixture. She would begin to feel a little woozy and lightheaded.The drug would allow them to be a little harsher with her; her brain wouldbe able to take more pain then usual. Michael and the others planned to abuseher petite body for his pleasure, and wanted a more willing participant incontrast to Grace. In her they would enjoy the fight as they took her body,her cries of pain only making their cocks harder.

"I feel a little dizzy. I have never drank wine before," Claire's eyes alreadybeginning to glaze over.

"That's all right, put your head on my lap," pushing her head down untilit rested near his knees, "now watch your friend," his hand stroking her brownhair, running over her soft cheek. He could almost hear her purr, the drugtaking control of her body.

"Begin Sara, you know what we want you to do." Michael eager to see Grace'snaked body, his cock hard, the excitement of having Claire so close makingit pulsate. Sara took a drink of John's drink, the cool liquid swishing aroundin her mouth.

Grace's eyes pleaded with Sara, but Sara knew that she had to obey. Gracewould soon understand. Once Headmaster had availed himself of her lovely bodythis weekend, Sara was sure that he would continue to do so for the remainingtime Grace spent at the orphanage, teaching her of the pleasure and pain sexcould bring. "Sorry Grace, but I have to do this. It's not so bad," her handsslowly reaching out for the buttons on the cashmere sweater, but not beforerunning her fingers over the drawn flat plane of her stomach, feeling Graceshiver as she felt the soft hands touching her. Michael had given her specificinstructions. Not only was she to strip Grace naked, but she was also to makesure that she was sexually aroused by the time she finished. Sara had neverdone anything like this before, never with a female before. Her hands trembledas she touched her, attempting to touch her as a man would do.

Grace could see all eyes on her and Sara, even Claire's as she snuggled onMichael's legs like a pet dog. The mixture that they had shoved up her nosehad raced to her brain, a sudden awareness rushing through her body. She felteverything in so much more detail, a strange feeling almost as if touch wasin brilliant colors. She stared into Sara's eyes as she felt her hand touchingher naked stomach. What immediately hit her was how soft her hands were onher skin. Her body kept still as the hand moved over her stomach, her musclestight as they felt the pleasure of the touch. Her eyes pleaded as she feltthe hands move up towards her breasts, but not sure if she really wanted toprotest or not. She held her breath until she felt the fingers hesitantly touchthe tip of her breast, feeling the pebbled nipple.

"MMMM," softly as Sara's mouth moved closer to mine, my heart pounding, myeyes wide open in shock, knowing what I would be doing in a few seconds. Shebrought her faced inches from mine, eyes locked on mine and stopped there andlooked at my mouth. I trembled, not sure if it was nerves or wanting, completelyoblivious to all the eyes glued to us. Her eyes moved back to mine, seeminglike minutes. Then Sara kissed me, the feeling surreal. Her kiss was soft,her tongue cool from the drink she had taken moments before. I never felt anythingso erotic.

We were kissing! Our tongues swirled gently in our mouths, the softness drivingme crazy. Her mouth pressed, taking the kiss deeper, increasing the intensity.My pulse was racing, my heart in my throat as I let myself go and kissed herback. It was so arousing, just our mouths touching, her hand still on my breast,the kiss almost taking my breath away.  I felt her suck my bottom lipinto her mouth, tugging on it as she pulled away. I moaned softly, I couldn'thelp it, it was such a turn on, her mouth returning to kiss me again. Her handmoved from my breast, my nipple hard and slipped around to the back of my neck.Her hand was so cool and soft, but forcefully holding me as she continued toravish my mouth. God, I could barely keep up with her.

Her other hand moved up, stroking the tip of my breast with her fingers asshe felt the pebbled tip. I couldn't even try to explain how it felt, it wasunreal. She fit her hand around my breast and lifted the weight in her hand,running her thumb over the taut nipple. Michael's loud voice booming in theroom had me crashing back to reality.

"That's enough kissing Sara. I think you are enjoying it too much," the menlaughing as the girls turned red in humiliation, almost forgetting that theywere being watched.

Sara, her face red, let her tongue slide over her lips, the taste of Gracestill on them. She moved her hands to the buttons, slowly unbuttoning them,standing to the side so the men could enjoy the show the girls were providing.

Grace looked down, her face and chest flushed as her sweater was slowly pushedaside as the buttons were popped free. She almost now hated the low cut camisole,her ample cleavage being revealed. She looked into the men's eyes, their eyespinned to her chest. It only took seconds until it was pushed aside, the sexycamisole doing little to hide her breasts.

"Make them hard," Michael's voice ordering Sara, her fingers reaching upto cup her breasts again, this time only the silk camisole covering them. Hersoft hands hefted the breasts up gently, almost bouncing them. Her thumbs movedover the tips, rubbing the tender tips. Sara's hands moved underneath them,the silk sliding over her nipples as they hardened to the touch. Sara pushedher breasts up high, presenting them to the waiting eyes of the men.

"Yes, very lovely tits Grace. But now we want to see them naked Sara."

Sara let her fingers run over Grace's cleavage, seeing tiny goose bumps appearbefore slowly unbuttoning the tiny black buttons, this time starting at thebottom and working up, teasing the men. She felt Grace shudder when she touchedthe underside of her naked breast, wanting to test her reaction to the touch.Only one button left, standing to the side as she undid it, pulling the camisoleto the side as her breasts swung free. Grace could hear the oohs from the menas her naked tits were presented. Her areola's circled the erect nipples ina sea of dark brown, the pink tips pushing out, hard and erect. Sara let herhands cup the naked flesh this time, Grace shuddering as her finger ran overthe tip. "They're so hard Grace," she whispered to her. Her hands ran all overher flesh, squeezing her breasts, feeling how firm they were.

She moved behind Grace, her hips pressed against Grace's butt. She let herhands run down Grace's hips until she felt naked skin. They moved up this time,moving along the inner edge of her thighs until they reached the fabric ofher skirt. They pushed in, sliding under the skirt, moving up higher again.

Grace's hands clenched involuntarily when she felt Sara's hands on her innerthighs, just above her knee. She just couldn't believe how soft her hands wereon her skin. The hands moved higher under her skirt, slowly pulling it up,revealing the naked skin above her thigh high stockings. Her eyes popped openwhen she felt Sara's fingertips trail along the edge of her panties. Her mouthopened "oh god, you can't…"

"Yes," slowly pulling the skirt up until it was above her waist, the blackpanties with her naked skin of her hips revealed. "Spread your legs for them," Saraordered Grace. She was surprised when Grace obeyed, the drug that they shotup her nose obviously affecting her. "More," she pushed, Grace's feet shufflingwider. All eyes were on the exaggerated stretch of her legs, the short skirthiked up high, the panties clinging to her skin.

Grace was embarrassed, knowing that her black panties were stained with herjuices. Why was she like this? Was it the drug they gave her or was she reallyenjoying the control that Sara and the men had over her? She didn't have timeto think about it, her skirt falling to the floor beneath her. She lifted herlegs, helping Sara to pull the garment out, thrown to the corner of the room.She now stood there, her breasts naked, only panties covering her sex, posingwith her legs spread wide, and the black thigh high stocking accenting thewhite flesh above.

"Turn around Grace," Headmaster Smith's voice ordering her, feeling Saraguide her hips around until her butt was to the men. "Spread your legs again," hecommanded, her legs slowly parting again, feeling her panties stretch acrossher ass cheeks, sure that the sharp crease of her butt was clearly outlinedin the black silk panties. She felt Sara reach around, her finger sliding downthe crease, pushing the panties in, highlighting her tight cheeks. "Yes, sucha nice ass Grace."

Sara looked over at Michael, seeing that he was busy with Claire. She turnedGrace's body around again, facing the men, standing behind her, her hands movingin front to play lightly over Grace's abdomen, sliding up and down, feelingher silky bush beneath the panties. "Watch Claire, they will leave us alonefor a few minutes," she whispered into Grace's ear.

"What's he going to do to her," Grace asked Sara.

"I think the drink had something in it that blocks some of the pain to herbrain. Men enjoy inflicting pain on girls, it makes their cocks harder. Michaelloves to do that and I think that's what he has in mind for her body. She isso petite and submissive, a willing participant to his perversions."

Michael ran his hand down Claire's cheek, "come over her closer Claire," watchingas she rose up, her eyes glossed over, an innocent, peaceful expression onher face. The drink had done its job well, Claire in a state of bliss, obliviousto her surroundings. "Kneel up near me," helping her until she was perchedup high on her knees, his hands posing her body until he was pleased. "Archyour back for me. You have such little titties, you have to make sure you stickthem out for me."

Claire was not sure why she did as he ordered, but she did, pushing out herbreasts, looking down and seeing how exaggerated it looked, almost like shewas trying to push her breasts into her face. His hands stroked her face almostlovingly, moving down to her neck, sliding down both sides. She shivered infear when she fully realized where they were going, not even dawning on heruntil now that she had positioned her breasts for his hands. His hands eagerlysought out her breasts, the large palms completely encircling her smallishbreasts. She felt her nipples poke out in response, almost aching as his handstouched them. He began to clench his hand, encompassing her breast flesh inhis powerful hands, crushing the firm flesh. His gentle touch had turned harsher,his fingers seeking out her nipples, finding them easily. While her breastswere smallish, her nipples were long. She had made them get over two incheslong when she masturbated in her bed at night, quietly playing with them, pullingon them until they stretched out long and hard. She always had to push herface into the pillow as she came, one hand on her pussy, the other pinchingher nipple.

Michael found the hard nipples and let his fingers grip onto them, pleasedthey were so big. John was right, catching a glimpse of them in the bathtub,long, pink nipples, made to be abused. "Unbutton your blouse," he ordered her,his hands still on her nipples. He tightened his grip on them until her handsmoved up and slowly began to unbutton the pretty sweater. He removed his handsas she pushed it to the side, revealing the hard nipples pushing out on thesilk camisole.

She looked over, seeing all of the men looking at her as Michael's handsslid the sweater down off her shoulders, pulling it from her arms. She lookeddown, her nipples pushing out her camisole, her smallish breasts just tinybumps, but her nipples big. "Are you going to make me take off the camisolein front of them?" Claire's voice was just a tiny whisper only heard by Michael

"Yes Claire. And that is not all. You are going to have to strip until youare nude. Just like your friend Grace will soon be."

She moved her fingers down the buttons of the camisole, almost like a robot,her naked flesh revealed as she unbuttoned the last button. She felt Michael'shands help pull the garment off until it was thrown into the corner with hersweater. Her hands gripped her breasts, hiding them from the others as sheshivered in embarrassment.

"Put your arms behind your back and let your hands grip the other arm. Keepthat position no matter what I do or you will be punished." He waited, hereyes looking up at his, then lowered them as her hands uncovered her breastsand moved behind her back at her waist, her palms gripping her arms just belowthe elbows tightly. "Arch your back again Claire. You have to push them littletitties out for me. I wouldn't tell you again." He smiled as he looked down.Her upper chest bare, her breasts were so small. He let his fingers roam aroundthe flesh, his fingernail dragging along her areolas, teasing the nipples.He looked into her eyes, the pupils only pinpoint, the eyes glazed over.

Claire face turned crimson in shame as Michael's hands stroked her nipples,making them ache as the sensations of his hands swept through her chest. Shecould feel them getting bigger from the manual ministrations. She almost bither lip as the pinching began, Claire gasping in pain, her body jerking asthe firm tips of her small breasts were pinched and twisted.

"Good girl," Michael stroking her face with one hand while his other handinflicted more painful pinches and twisting on her nipple as Claire pantedand jerked about from his abuse. But she kept the position almost as if herhands were bound behind her back. Her nipples enlarged, over an inch long andstill growing. "I have such lovely toys that will bite into those lovely tips," hemurmured to her. Michael removed his fingers from her nipple, pleased at howred and sore he had made it.

Claire looked down at her small chest, seeing the angry red marks his fingershad left behind. She didn't have time to think about it, his hands returningto her nipples, this time both hands grabbing her nipples, Claire jerking andgroaning in pain as his fingers sadistically twisted her nipples.

The drug had done a good job, Michael's fingers gripping the rubbery tipsharder, pulling and stretching them, pressing more firmly until he extractedthe groan from Claire that he desired. He pulled them both, stretching themfrom her body until he heard her whimper, the tips now over two inches long,compressed beneath his fingertips. He twisted them, her body jerking in pain,her groans making his cock jump in his pants. "I'm going to love taking a whipor cane to these lovely tips Claire. I can inflict such lovely pain on them,enjoying your gasps of pain." He captured her breasts in his hand, his fingertipspressing just behind the swollen and sore nipple and squeezed. She squealedin pain, her head shooting up as the blood was pushed painfully into the tip,her chest jerking back and forth, his fingers gripper tighter.

She felt him release her nipples, the pain worse when the blood rushed backinto the pinched flesh. His hands rubbed back and forth over the red and swollentits. She couldn't understand why she felt dampness in her panties. He washurting her, but the pain seemed to also bring her some pleasure. "Put yourhead back down Claire, we still have to finish with Grace," feeling her headpush down in his lap, this time higher up, his cock jerking on the side ofher head as she pushed down into his crotch. She began to pull away, but hishand held her head tightly, forcing her to feel the throbbing flesh beneathher cheek.

Michael turned back to Grace. "Sara remove her panties, everyone wants tosee that lovely pussy."

While Grace felt sorry for what Michael was doing to Claire, the pinchingand twisting of Claire's nipples looked painful; it did divert attention fromGrace. But now all eyes were back on her, Sara's hands again becoming activeon her body, slowly sliding over her abdomen, each time sliding lower. Sheheld her breath as Sara's hand moved lower to run down her slit, pushing thesilk panties into the moist slot, her lips pushed back as it moved up and down. "No" shecried when she felt the soft hands slide along the wet crotch of her pantiesand suddenly pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her pussyto all of the men that stared so intently on her sex. She was extremely wet,not only from what Sara was doing to her, but also from seeing what Michaelhad done to Claire. They could all see how turned on she was, but also howterrified she was

Grace felt Sara slide two fingers up into her, God, they were so soft andcool, but at the same time hard and probing.

"You're so wet, mmmm" Sara teased her.

Sara's slim fingers slipped in and out Grace's virgin pussy, pulling herjuices up to swirl around her clit and then back inside her. Sara kept doingit, Grace's hips doing a gentle dance as they fucked back and forth on thesoft fingers that probed inside her. In and out, then up to flick her clit,then back inside deeper, banging against her hymen. Sara kept up this tormentingcircuit, harder as Grace's hips began to move faster, her breathing ragged,soft moans coming from her lips. She didn't want to cum, not in front of thesemen, but Sara was making her. Suddenly Sara stopped, Grace's pussy feelingso empty, her hips jerking around, trying to find them, wanting the pleasureback that Sara's fingers had given her, wanting to cum, not even caring ifthey watched her. She could feel her juices running down her thighs as herbody trembled in lust, Sara behind her, whispering in her ear.

"You can't cum yet, Grace. Only when Michael's cock is inside you, fuckingyou. He will tell you when." Sara's hands went to Grace's hips, slowly untyingthe pretty silk ribbons that held the black panties glued to her body. Evenwhen untied, the panties stayed up, the wet silk clinging to her skin. Sarastepped in front of Grace, kneeling down and slowly pulling the panties downuntil they pulled from her crotch. She pushed her hands between her silky thighs. "Spreadyour legs for them Grace. Let them inspect your vagina," the juices glisteningon her bush and lips.

Grace wanted to cum so bad, her legs willingly opening, anything to feelSara's gentle touch back again. She looked over, Sara walking over to Michaelas he signaled her. "OH NO!" Grace saw the other men get up and walk over toher, her legs closing instantly, her thighs clamped tight as the three menstood before her. She looked down at them, blushing when she saw the tent intheir pants.

"Claire, it's time for you again," Michael's hand moving down to stroke herface, seeing her lift her head up. "Turn around," watching as she shifted herbody, the red marks on her breasts making his cock hard again. "I'm going tofuck your friend, Grace. But I need you to make it easier for her. If my cockgoes in dry, it will hurt her. I need you to get it wet. With your mouth. Sarawill show you how. Can you do that to help your friend?"

Her head was still foggy, but she couldn't let him put his cock in her mouth.It was disgusting. She clamped her lips tight in protest, Michael smiling ashe saw her defiance. She felt him take her hand and place it on the throbbingmember in his pants. She tried to pull back, but he was stronger, holding itdown as it jerked underneath her gentle touch. He moved her hand, making herstroke the hard flesh in his pants. God, it was huge. His fingers moved aroundhers, making her grab the girth of the cock in her tiny hand, moving it upand down the hard shaft.

He loosened the grip on her hand. She didn't stop, her hand continuing thegentle masturbation of his cock. "Good girl. Now open up my zipper and reachyour hand in. Take out my cock." His hand reached down to her chest, feelingthe big nipple beneath his fingers. He gripped it and twisted it cruelly, hergasp of pain pleasing him.

She didn't want to, but maybe he wouldn't make her put his cock in her mouthif she stroked it as he wanted. She felt his fingers return to her nipple,bracing her body for the inevitable pain, the piercing pain shooting throughher chest as the tender tip was twisted, feeling like he was trying to tearit from her body. Her fingers moved quickly before he could do it again, slidingdown the zipper, her hand sliding inside his pants, finding the hole in hisshorts and reaching inside. She pulled her hand back as she felt the hot flesh,feeling like it was scalding her flesh when she touched it. His fingers touchedher nipple again, her hand returning, this time her small hand slid aroundthe thick cock and pulled it from his pants. God was it big. The head was anangry purple, a thick ridge running around the head, the shaft long with protrudingveins running down the it. It was hot and pulsing in her hand. It must be overseven inches long and two inches wide. She felt sorry for her friend Grace,having to take such a formidable cock inside her virgin pussy. She knew itwould hurt, but Michael seemed to like that, her nipples still throbbing fromhis abuse.

Michael pushed her head closer to his cock, feeling her hot breath on itas she lightly stroked it up and down. "Rub the head Claire," he ordered heras Sara moved down next to her. Sara let her hand slip onto the back of Claire'shead, pushing it down until her lips touched the hard cock, feeling her flinchwhen it first touched her lips with the hot flesh. Her lips were still clenchedtight. Michael's hands reached down to her nipples, digging his fingernailsinto her tender nipple flesh, grinding painfully into the flesh until theybegan to bleed.

Claire screamed in pain as it felt like he was taking a knife to her nipples,her mouth instantly filled with his thick cock as she opened her mouth to screamin pain. "MMMGG" the only sound that came from her mouth as it was filled withthe throbbing flesh. Her mouth was filled, his cock moving around in her mouthas Sara held her head still as Michael pumped his cock in and out of her tightlywrapped lips. She felt it push out her cheeks as he moved it from one sideto the other.

"Run your tongue over it Claire or I'll tear off your nipples," he threatenedand the last pinching with his fingernails showed he was serious. She hesitantlylet her tongue run down the length of the cock, her sensitive tongue feelingthe veins running up the side. She felt it shudder when her tongue touchedthe ridge, lapping at the underside of the cock head. She could feel her mouthflooded with the salty tasting fluids, it must be his semen, her tongue forcingit to leak from the head. She felt his cock punching in and out of her mouthas he fucked her face, gagging when he pushed too far and it banged againsther tonsils, the head too big to jam down her throat. She heard a scream, butcouldn't move, her body held tightly, servicing Michael's cock with her virginmouth.

They had pulled what looked like a trapeze from the ceiling, black leatherstraps hanging from each end of the bar. It must be at least five feet wideas they lowered it down towards the ground. Grace struggled but was overcomeby far superior forces, the three men easily overpowering her petite body.Her legs were pulled up and secured to the first end, the leather strap tiedtightly. The next one was more painful, her legs having to stretch wide, hercrotch feeling like it would split up the middle. She kicked but John's powerfulhands held her slim ankle while Headmaster Smith secured her ankle in the cuffs.All eyes were between her spread thighs as they slowly raised the trapeze,her legs strapped tightly to the corners, spread wide and open. They pulledit up until it was waist high, her arms pulled tight as they supported allof her weight now. She blushed as they stood in front of her, looking downto see her pussy lips pulled back wide by the obscene spread of her legs, theblack stockings highlighting her white skin and pink pussy.

Headmaster Smith moved next to Grace, his hand moving down the flat planeof her stomach as he whispered in her ear, her body trembling. "I'm going toenjoy your lovely body every day when we get back to the orphanage. You andClaire both. You will be very accommodating once bent over my desk," his handtouching her silky, blonde bush. He pulled a few hairs, hearing her squealin pain as the hairs pulled from her follicles painfully. "Yes, I enjoy yourlittle squeals," the hand moving down between her young slit, feeling the moistureof her juices. "You are so wet down there Grace," his finger gently rubbingup and down the insides of her labia, the other finger on the outside, gentlysqueezing the tender flesh as she squirmed beneath his touch.

"Keep my cock in your mouth as we watch Grace get ready to accommodate mycock in her virgin pussy. Keep it hard with your tongue," he ordered Claireas he pushed her head down, his cock jerking in excitement as her innocenteyes looked back at him, her teenage mouth stuffed with his man-sized cock,her lips stretched tightly across the girth of the massive tool. He felt hertongue swirl around the head of his cock, feeling his cock leak his pre-cuminto the hot confines of her mouth.

Grace shook and jerked about, trying to escape the masturbating fingers ofHeadmaster Smith as his fingers played with her pussy. It would be gentle,then suddenly he would deliver a sharp jolt of pain to her sex, pinching orpulling her tender labia until she squealed and jerked about in her bondage.It only got worse as John moved up to her breasts, his head moving down toengulf the tip of one in his hot mouth, sucking her breast into his mouth,his tongue bathing the nipple with his hot saliva as it pulled painfully fromher body. His other hand was not idle, stroking and pinching her other nipple,her large tits jiggling as she struggled to escape his mouth and fingers. Asharp slap to her tender ass cheeks signaled that the Governor was not to beignored, his hand engulfing her tight cheeks in his palms as he pushed herbody up into the Headmaster's fingers. She squirmed, his fingers succeedingin slipping between her tightly clenched cheeks and running up and down hersweat drenched crease before finally running over her anus. She tightened hercheeks and was punished with a sharp slap to her other cheek.

"Relax your cheeks or I will spank your ass red," the Governor commanded,another sharp slap in the same spot igniting the heat and pain in her bottomas the white flesh turned pink. "Good girl," as he felt her relent, his fingernow allowed access to the tiny anus that was snuggled so tightly between herteenage cheeks. His finger, already moist with her sweat rubbed around thetiny opening, feeling it clench tight as Grace attempted to stop the fingeringof her tiny asshole.

How could someone want to touch her there? The fingerwas insistent, moving around her opening, waiting until her sphincter couldno longer keep her opening closed tightly, sending shivers through her bodyas it played with the tiny nerve endings that surrounded the tiny hole. Sixhands were driving her body to a sexual peak, a combination of pleasure andpain making her jerk and squirm as they abused her bound body. She could feelher juices running down the insides of her thighs, onto the finger of the Governorthat was poised at the entrance of her asshole, making the opening slick.

"Enough Claire, it is time for Grace to accommodate my cock inside her silkypussy," his cock slipping through her wet lips, her tongue playing over thetip as it moved from her mouth, feeling like it was almost disappointed thatit was leaving.

Sara watched Michael move over towards Grace, her eyes staring at his salivacovered cock, glistening in the bright lights. She was almost jealous thather friend was going to get it, not her, remembering the pleasure that he gaveher when he fucked her. Even when he abused her, she always managed to cum.She hoped that he would have time for her later, but she knew that Claire wasalso going to get his cock before she would.

Grace saw the thick cock moving towards her, the others moving away fromher, her body almost empty without their fingers and mouth. She was so aroused,first Sara leaving her unfulfilled, now the men bringing her to the thresholdof an orgasm and then letting her down abruptly. She looked at the big cock,knowing that he would not be satisfied until he buried it deep inside her virginpussy, forever taking her innocence from her. Then he would ride her untilhe filled her with his hot cum, all while the others watched her ravishment,eager to take Michael's place, Grace unable to stop them from being next.

Michael pulled her legs up higher, slipping down between them before loweringher back down, his body now between her widely spaced thighs, his eyes on thepink slit glistening with her juices. He looked up to her large breasts, John'ssaliva and bite marks on her areolas and nipples, her nipples pointed and erect.He let his hands slide onto her legs, enjoying the luxurious feel of her satinyflesh as he moved up and down the tender insides. He pinched the flesh betweenhis fingers, her gasp of pain making his cock jerk in pleasure. "Such a lovelybody Grace," his hands moving up to the vee of her legs, his fingers spreadingapart her puffy labia, her tender pink insides wet with her juices. He movedto the tiny opening, her vagina barely discernable. He moved his fingers tothe sides of the opening and began to press outward, pleased that she did nottry to fight his attempts, resigned to the fate of losing her virginity whilein tight bondage, four hard and eager cocks ready to teach her the pleasuresof sex. The tiny hole began to open, Michael moving forward until his cockpushed between her slit, his hips pushing it upward to the slowly unfoldingpetals of her flower.

She felt the bulbous head of his cock slip between her pussy lips, shiveringin fear as his fingers spread her vagina for the hard cock. She wasn't surehow it was going to fit. She had often thought of losing her virginity, butthis never fit into any of her dreams. It was always a tender lover, patientlypreparing her for her deflowering, his rather smallish cock, at least by Michael'sstandard, gently taking her maidenhood with a minimum of pain as she clungto him in a passionate embrace. But here she was, bound and spread, an olderman between her legs, a formidable weapon ready to plunge into her unused passage,her scream of pain would only increase his pleasure while others watched herlose her virginity painfully, each waiting their turn. "Please, be gentle," shetried to beg but she saw by the big grin on Michael's face that it would dono good. She saw his hand fist his cock, pushing the hard head against hertiny opening, his hips beginning a slow but gradual push, forcing his cockto push aside all of her resistance.

Michael looked down as her tiny hole began to open, his slick head slowlysinking into the depths. He grabbed her ass in his large palms, cupping thetightened cheeks, feeling her beginning to fight the painful intrusion intoher vagina. He pulled her up, a groan escaping from her lips as she was forcedonto the hard cock. He looked into her face, her eyes shut, her lips clenchedin pain as she tried to endure the painful cock spreading her apart. He lethis fingers grab a piece of her tight cheeks and pinched painfully, pleasedwhen her eyes shot open as her hips were forced up by the painful pinch, shovingher vagina onto his cock, her hymen tearing as his cockhead was slowly swallowedup by her tight pussy. "Such a hot, tight cunt," pushing down with his hips,eager to feel her silky pussy clenched around his pulsating cock. "Raise herlegs up higher so I can get better leverage." He felt her legs rise up, hervagina forced down at a different angle, his cock able to push easier insideher.

She screamed when she was forced to take her own virginity, his pinchingfingers catching her off guard, forcing her hips to rise up to escape the painonly to meet the hard cock poised at the entrance of her pussy, driving itinto her body and forever taking her virginity. She felt so full of cock, histhrobbing member squeezed tightly in her vagina, feeling the wetness, not sureif it was blood or her juices. His hands were still holding her ass tightly,fearing that any second now he would begin to push deeper inside her. "AAAGGGH," shemoaned as his powerful hips pushed forward, the head of his cock beginningto push deeper inside of her. "Slower," she begged, but his cock would notlisten, eager to bury itself deep into her hot body.

Michael pulled out until only the head was gripped by her pussy, her tightring clinging around him. He pushed in again, this time pushing farther insideher, his hands underneath her raising her up to meet his thrusts. He lookedinto her face, tears running down her face as she pleaded with him to go slow.But he only felt the pleasure that her once virgin pussy was providing forhim and sank back in again, thrusting into the teenage body, little painfulgasps coming from her lips as his cock swelled up, tearing into new places,deeper into her. In and out he thrust, his hands pinching her ass cheeks, drivingher hips up and down, pleasuring his cock as her body jerked around tryingto escape the powerful fingers that left red, angry marks on her body.

She felt him begin to pump into her with an urgent need, his fingers forcingher to fuck back on the large cock, her pussy forced to spread wide to acceptthe rampaging member that tore in and out of her. She had never felt anythinglike it. It felt like a baseball bat was between her legs, sawing in and outof her body as she swayed in the air. Her ass was raised up high, positionedfor the best possible angle for him to fuck her, unable to do anything exceptto try to relax her muscles and accept the brutal fucking.

He was now burying his cock deep inside her with each thrust, feeling hiscockhead banging painfully against her cervix as he fucked her hard, his pelvicbone smashing into her, the sound of soft flesh slapping against each other.His fingers moved up to her pussy, peeling back her clit hood, his hard cockplunging back and forth inside her with abandonment. His fingers found theswollen bud, pinching it between two fingers and began to pull and twist itas he fucked her hard. Her pussy began to clench on his cock, not sure if itwas the pain or the pleasure, not really caring, his fingers twisting her clitharder.

Sara watched the change come over Grace as she responded to the fucking ofher pussy, her hips moving up and down on their own, the look on her face ashis fingers played with her clit as he cock tore in and out, covered in a pinksheen of blood and cum. John moved over next to her, his fingers finding hernipples and squeezing them tightly as she grimaced in pain, her hips movingfaster, obviously the pain increasing her arousal.

Grace couldn't believe it, but the arousal in her returned, even with thegiant cock inside her painfully sawing in and out her pussy, feeling like itwas dragging her inside out with each thrust. He was burying the full lengthof his cock in each thrust, making her take the full measure of his member.The fingers pulling at her clit and now her nipples were driving her to theedge. She could feel the cock inside her begin to swell, knowing that he wassoon going to cum inside her, filling her with his hot seed. She screamed inecstasy as the fucking finally drove her over the edge, the fingers on hernipples sending such delightful sensations through her breasts, her sensitiveclit no longer able to withstand the powerful fingers. She came, her pussyclutching on the cock inside her. And then she felt him jerk, his cock buryingitself deep inside her, his stomach bashed tightly against hers, his fingerswithdrawn, but moving his hips side to side so their pelvic bones slide backand forth against each other, her clit smashed between them. It began to sputterinside her, hot powerful jets of cum bathing her insides with her first spermbath. She came again, his cum feeling like a fire hose shooting inside her.He pulled out, then back in again, each time the sound of her wet passage humiliatingher as cum dribbled down her thighs. The sound of wet flesh slapping togetherringing out in the room.

She slumped down, exhausted, as she felt him pull his cock from her pussypainfully, a sudden rush of fluids running down her thighs as his cock headpulled free. She hung there, her eyes closed, her chest heaving as she triedto recover from the most intense orgasm she had ever encountered.

"You can have her now. Teach her well," Michael moving back towards Claire. "Sara,you go help them, I am going to play with Claire for a while. I think I'm goingto enjoy that petite little body." Michael moved in front of Claire, stillon her knees. He saw her pointed nipples, his hands reaching out for them ashe spoke, "stand up." She did not have a chance to react, Michael's fingersreaching her nipples and clamping down on them hard. He yanked her body upby her nipples; a scream tore from her lips.

Everyone stared at Claire, her scream almost hurting their ears. Michaelwas lifting her body up by her nipples, the rubbery tips stretching her tinybreasts and nipples out at least six inches, as she scrambled to get up, almostfalling back down, her nipples almost torn from her body.

She couldn't believe the pain, the dizziness almost passing now, the painintensified. It felt like her nipples were being ripped from her body, herentire weight hanging from the delicate tips. She was finally able to pullherself up, Michael's fingers still on her nipples, twisting them, seeing herface contorted in pain, tears in her eyes.

"Do I have your attention Claire?"

The others went back to their task, bringing Grace down from the bondage,her legs freed first and then her arms. She could just barely stand on herfeet, rubbing her wrists, her crotch aching from the spread, her pussy burningfrom the fucking that Michael had given her. She felt the cum dripping downher leg. "What are you going to do to me?" Sara had already started to wipeher body with a warm washcloth, paying special attention to between her legs.

"You have to ask, Grace?" They all watched, pulling their cocks from theirpants, stroking the members to hardness. "We're going to fuck you. All of us."

Michael eyed Claire's petite body, her smallish breasts, red from the abusehe had inflicted on them, but he also noted how large and hard her nippleswere. She might have screamed in pain, but he would bet anything that her pussywas dripping wet. He would soon find out. "Remove your skirt Claire," a command,not a request. This time she hurried to obey, the skirt falling to the groundat her feet in seconds, Claire kicking it out to the side to stand before him,trembling in her white panties and thigh high stockings. His hands found herhips, running up and down the side before moving behind and grabbing her tightcheeks that snuggled the tight panties. She might be petite, but she had anice ass, his fingers running all over her bottom, making sure that she felthis fingers on her crease, sliding up and down the tightened crack, teasingher. "Remove your panties for me and spread your legs. I want to see that sweetpussy."

She bent over, sliding the panties down her legs, kicking them off her feet,standing up again. She looked into his eyes then quickly spread her legs, almostforgetting his second command.

"That's a good girl Claire. Are you going to obey me?"

"Yes Sir," fearing what she was agreeing to, her nipples still throbbingin pain. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I love your tight little body Claire. I want to spank and abuse it. AndI want you to help me. Help me by spreading your legs for me. Sticking yourtits out for me." He smiled at her when he saw her eyes open wide, fully understandingthat she was to submit to him. "Are you going to be good and help me?"

She knew that she had no choice. He would take what he wanted from her, justas he had with Grace, and probably had done with Sara. She didn't know whethershe could do what he wanted, knowing that she would be exposing her body sohe could inflict deeper pain on her. She nodded her head, resigned to her fate.

"Sit on the floor, facing the others. They may be busy now, but they willenjoy seeing you spread before them later." He sat down behind her on the floor.His hands moved around her, touching the insides of her thighs. "Spread yourlegs out Claire. Show me that precious pussy." He lightly slapped her thighs,giving her the little urging she needed to comply. "Bring your legs up, andthen out. Yes, that's so good." He let his hand rub her inner thigh, feelingher flinch from the touch, Claire already knowing soon that it would go fromgentle to hard without warning. He slapped her right inner thigh, high up abovethe stockings, his cock hardening at the sound of the slap on her tender flesh.

Her body turned, her legs crossing as she felt the sharp pain. She lookeddown, the flesh already pink, still aching.

"I said keep your legs open!" This time his voice louder, more demanding,her legs quickly moving open again, trembling, as she knew that her thighswere vulnerable again.  He slapped her other thigh, high up, almost ather crotch, moving back to the other side to revisit the same spot with a sharpcrack. Her body twisted and turned as she gasped in pain, but her legs werestill spread open. "Much better," he complimented her.

She felt the heat from the slaps on her inner thighs as his hands moved upto touch her breasts, his fingers grabbing her nipples and pulling and twistingthem painfully. She squirmed, gasping in pain, but her legs were spread wideopen, her butt moving up and down, side to side as he abused her nipples. Hisfingers moved over her breasts, fingertips grasping her small nipples, digginginto the delicate flesh as it felt like he was trying to crush them. His fingernailsscraped along her flesh, moving over her nipples, the sharp nails feeling asthey were cutting her skin. The hand moved down to her thighs, her body flinchingin response, this time his fingernails digging into the tender flesh, bruisingit with his strong fingers as her butt squirmed beneath him, attempting torelive some of the pain. Her leg moved out to the side as he scratched herthigh, drawing his sharp nails along the inner flesh. "OOOOHH," she cried inpain as he yanked on her pussy lips, pulling them out painfully. No man hadever touched her there, but this is not what she had dreamed about the firsttime being like. "OOOWW," another sharp slap to her inner thigh, this one harder,sending her leg out to the side, spreading herself open more.

"Good girl Claire," picking up a slender flexible rod about three feet long.He lightly tapped her pussy with it as she gritted her teeth, her chest risingand falling rapidly as her fists clenched tight, her legs still spread widefor him as the pain increased. He swung it back and hit her hard on her pussy,her leg crossing the other as she screamed in pain.

"EEEEHH," her crotch feeling like it was on fire. The tapping was bad enough,but he had swung hard, the flexible rod beating her tender sex. How could hedo such a thing? A woman's sex was not to be treated like this. She moved herleg out again hesitantly, the rod moving along her inner thigh, urging herto spread wider, sliding along the crease of her leg before moving back toher pussy again. She began to hyperventilate again, bracing for the pain sheknew was coming, the tapping rod already hurting.

He waited until her guard was down to slash at her pussy again, the rod smashinginto her tender flesh, her scream making his cock jump. "Open your legs," heordered her again as she hesitantly did. His hand reached down to her pussy,her hips flinching, jerking back and forth as he touched her flesh. He grabbedher pussy lips between two fingers and pulled and twisted them as she pantedand squirmed, her legs moving back and forth as he yanked her pubic hair. Helet his hand rub her pussy again, feeling her wetness as she struggled to regainher composure.

She felt his fingers rubbing across her mound as the ache from his abusebegan to fade. He squeezed her pussy again, this time more gentle. His fingersrubbed over her bush as if trying to brush something off of it. ""EEEEEH," shecried out, her hips jerking high up into the air as his hand slapped her directlyon her pussy, his powerful fingers pushing apart her labia to slap the tenderinsides. She shook in fear, bracing for the inevitable, feeling his cock jerkingbehind her, knowing that her pain was pleasing him. Another sharp slap to herpussy, her legs struggling to stay open, shaking as she waited for the handto return. This one harder, her legs closing as the pain shot to her brain,trapping his hand in her crotch.

"Open your legs!" He saw her obey, "wider." When they were wide apart, hishand slashed down between her legs, hitting her squarely on her sex, her yelpmaking his cock jump. He began to spank her, his hand slapping up and downher slit as her head shook back and forth in pain, her ass rising up from thefloor, her legs trying to close, fighting the urge to spare her own pain, eachtime moving open again. Her screams of pain were continuous, his hand wet fromher juices as he beat her pussy with his hand. He stopped, holding her tightly,her face covered in tears, sobbing as her chest heaved up and down. "Good girlClaire." His hands moved down to her breasts, rubbing her small breasts asshe continued to sob.

Sara could not believe what Claire was doing. She willingly spread her legsfor him to inflict such terrible pain on her open sex. She could see Michaelthoroughly enjoying abusing her body and could imagine how hard he was. Clairewas sobbing as her pussy was being spanked, her legs trying to close but somehowshe willed them open as her sex turned a deep red from the constant barrageof his hand on her pussy. Grace was not faring much better. She had been expectingto get fucked by each of the men, but they had other ideas.

The Governor was already naked on the couch, his hand holding up his erectcock, stroking it back and forth as she walked over to him. "Come on Grace,kneel on both sides of my hips and settle that tight, teenage pussy down onmy cock. You're going to fuck me." He stroked his cock as she climbed overhim, her pussy poised over his cock, the Governor's cocks jerking as he staredat her juicy pussy spreading over his cock. "It's already wet Grace. Grab mycock and rub it up and down your slit. MMMMM," he moaned in pleasure as hiscock jerked in pleasure as her tiny hand gripped the shaft, rubbing the bulboushead up and down her slit.

"Please, don't make me do this. It already hurts down there. Please," shebegged. She saw the look on his face, only concerned with his own pleasure.She felt her swollen labia pushed aside by the thick member as she rubbed itup and down. She could already feel the tingling that it brought, the hot fleshfeeling as it was burning her flesh. She had already lost her virginity, feelinglike such a slut, the others watching her as she rose up a bit, adjusting hiscock so it fit tightly against her clenched vagina. She took a deep breath,seeing the Governor watching her breasts rise and fall as she slowly beganto lower herself down, resigned to her fate. "GGGGHHHGG," she moaned in painas the thick member slowly spread her open, her own weight forcing the cockinto her moist channel. She felt it twitch, her pussy clenching onto it asthe head popped through into her vagina, the small opening wrapped tightlyunder head, trapping it within her. She felt so full again, her pussy tinyin comparison to their big cocks, knowing that she would have to stretch widefor them. She felt the Governor's hands reach up and cup her breasts from beneath,feeling his fingertips begin to rub her nipples, the rubbery tips turning hardunder his ministration. She moved her hips side to side, feeling his cock followher movements, her juices allowing it to slide deeper inside her as she presseddown, the Governor's hands pulling on her nipples, pulling them downward, forcingGrace to sink her hot, tight pussy down on his cock.

The Governor couldn't believe how good it felt. Her pussy was so tight, squeezingand clenching on his hard cock as she slowly lowered her hot pussy onto it.He watched as she rode his cock, pushing down, then back up, then slowly backdown, each time her pussy swallowing more and more of his cock. He saw hervagina clinging to his cock as it slid in and out, a tight ring that extractedgroans from his lips.

"OHH, God," she cried out, his cock twitching deep inside her pussy. Shefelt so full, his cock feeling like a baseball bat sitting inside her. Shewaited, knowing that he would force her to fuck him now. She turned when shefelt John's hands on her shoulders.

"Down Grace, straddle the Governor. Press those lovely tits into his chest," pushingdown on her back until she was lying on top of the Governor.

It felt even bigger now, his cock bending inside her, pressing harshly againstthe walls of her pussy, feeling like it was going to push out the sides. TheGovernors hands came around her, pinning her arms to her side, keeping herpressed up against him. She didn't understand, the Governor seemed to be contentto leave his cock inside her, not wanting to fuck her. She turned just in timeto see John behind her, a strange red object in his hand. It had a large redball on the end, about the size of an apple, connected to a long metal tube,about six inches long. She could hear something sloshing around inside theball. "What's that?"

"It's to lube you up Grace. I don't want to fuck you dry," John moving behindher.

She jerked her hips when she felt his fingers pulling apart her cheeks, fingerson each side, feeling her anus spreading wide. "NNNOOO!" Now she understood,someone was going to fuck her in the ass. God, how could anyone even want todo that? She let her hips move side to side, trying to escape his fingers. ""AAHHH," feelingthe cold metal touching her anus, trying to clench her cheeks, rewarded witha sharp slap to her cheeks.

"Relax Grace, it wouldn't be so bad. This will make it easier to slip mycock inside you." His hand rubbed sensuously over her upraised ass cheeks,the lubricant placed against her clenching asshole. He looked down at her rosebud,a tiny light brown wrinkled pucker, clenching tightly, trying to prevent theintrusion of the metal tube. John pushed harder, seeing her press her hipsforward, a soft moan from her lips as she pushed her pussy deeper onto theGovernor's cock nestled so tight inside her. She finally gave up the fightwhen John gave the ball a gentle squeeze, lubricant pouring out the tube togrease up her opening. The tube pushed in easily, aided by the slippery lubricant,John sending half of the tube inside her asshole before she could even moanin pain.

She felt the first rush of the liquid inside her, a warm feeling as it bathedthe insides. She clenched on it as it pushed deeper, another squeeze of thebulb sending another torrent of warm fluid inside her. She felt the bulb pushedup against her clenched anus, the unyielding metal tube now over six inchesinside her. Another squeeze sent the balance of the lubricant inside her bowels,the warm fluid washing down her tender insides. "UUUMMM," a finger enteringher now as the tube was withdrawn, teasing her clenching muscle as she clampeddown on it with her sphincter. She could feel the cock inside her pussy jerkingup and down, her pussy forced to squeeze it when her sphincter clenched tight,massaging the Governor's cock. It didn't hurt; it just felt strange, the fingermoving around inside her, pushing against the sides of her anal passage. Shesquirmed when his finger went deeper, but her asshole was adequately lubricated.The finger pulled out, then back in, this time two fingers stretching her,the initial pain as her anal ring stretched to accommodate the fat fingers,but then her asshole almost seemed to welcome them, gripping onto the fleshas they moved inside her. She felt him work his fingers in and out of her asshole,making her begin to itch with desire.

John looked down at her tiny anus, clinging to his fingers as they sawedin and out of her asshole. Her initial grunts of pain had turned to low moansas she got use to having fingers inside her asshole. It was time, pulling hisfingers from her asshole, Grace turning to look at him almost as if she wasbegging him not to stop the fingering of her asshole. "Relax now Grace. Itwill hurt for a moment when it goes in."

She braced herself as she felt John's body cover her, his legs pressed betweenhers. She was still pinned down by the Governor's hands, feeling like a butterflypinned down to a board. She felt the head of his cock push up against her tinyrosebud, the moist crack of her rounded buttocks pushing against the side ofhis cock. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh ashe held her tightly. She felt his cock bend as he pushed in harder; bracingherself for the moment she knew was inevitable. She felt her tiny hole beginto open; the head of his cock slick with the lubricant was not going to bedeterred from his task. She bit her lip in pain as her anus was stretched wide,the round hard cock popped into the tight ring of muscles that tried to protecther backside. It began to push up inside her, into her clenching rectum, thethick cock aided by her slick insides. She tried to scramble forward, but onlysucceeding in driving her pussy down on the large cock already buried insideher pussy. Her sex felt like one giant hole, the two cocks filling her up socompletely. She gasped as his cock was pushed deeper and deeper, her backsideburning like fire. His cock continued to punch in and out of her asshole, deeperinto her bowels, the thick head now in her lower intestines. She bowed herlegs out farther, anything to stop the terrible pressure she felt between herlegs.

John couldn't believe the delicious feelings her asshole was giving his cock.Her inner muscles contracted on his cock as he sodomized her, his cock pushingin and out, her anus wrapped tightly around the thick member, sliding up anddown the shaft as it fucked in and out. He felt her body go rigid beneath himas the full length of his cock was pushed into her teenage asshole, burieddeep into her bowels. He saw her fingers clenched tightly as her body wentrigid, skewered by two man sized cocks between her legs, twitching and throbbinginside her. "Squeeze our cocks with your body Grace. Show us how much you loveto have the twin cocks buried inside you."

She felt so full, as if she had eaten too much Thanksgiving dinner, her stomachfeeling as if it was going to explode. She gritted her teeth and squeezed herpussy and anal muscles, gripping the cocks inside her. Again, she squeezedthem, almost as if she was masturbating them with her hands, her inner musclesbringing such joy to the cocks inside her, feeling them jerk and jump in pleasureof her tight, teenage body. "Noooo, slooww," she cried out as she felt Johnbegin to pull his cock from her asshole, feeling like her insides were beingsucked out. At the same time, the Governor pushed up with his hips, forcinghis cock hard against her cervix. They were beginning to fuck her.

She felt a hand on her chin, lifting her head up, a large cock bobbing beforeher mouth, Headmaster Smith holding it out to her lips.

"Suck it! Open wide!"

She shut her eyes and opened her mouth, taking a deep breath, her mouth ovalledwide.

Headmaster Smith looked down at her teenage face, her mouth wide open insurrender, her hot breath on his cock making it jerk in anticipation. He sawher white teeth and her tiny, pointed tongue glistening with saliva. "Stickout your tongue." She obeyed, her tongue hanging out, his hand stroking hiscock over her tongue until a drop of precum dripped down, landing on her tongue.He couldn't wait any longer, pushing his cock into her Grace's mouth. The headslid past her lips, the thick shaft following as it rolled over her tongue. "God,such a lovely mouth. Close your mouth and suck my cock Grace. Good girl," ashe felt her lips tighten on his shaft. She began to suck it, her head bobbingup and down in a steady rhythm, Headmaster Smith letting her do all the work,moaning in pleasure as the teenager pleasured his cock with her virgin mouth.

She felt all of the cocks inside her come to life. Her head bobbed up anddown, her tongue fluttered over the head as she sucked it deep into her mouth.Not even the occasional gag stopped her, her enthusiasm getting the betterof her, sucking his cock in too deep, banging against her tonsils. The Governorbegan to push his hips up, driving his cock deeper inside her almost virginpussy, still sore from Michael fucking, her body clenching on the throbbingflesh. John was the most vigorous, freely using her asshole, making Grace takethe full measure of his immense cock inside her, jabbing into her that madeher raise her hips up. She tightened her muscles, milking all of the cocksinside her, her head thrown back in abandonment, her virgin body no more. Theysandwiched her between them, their taking their pleasure with her young body.Her hips began to move, forcing one cock inside her, the other withdrawing,sending such strange feelings through her sex. She could feel the cocks betweenher legs, separated by only a thin layer of skin, the cocks rasping along eachother as they fucked her.

The room was filled with the lust of the foursome, the slapping of wet fleshas three cocks tore into the young girl's orifices. Grunts of pleasure rangout as they all fast approached an orgasm. The Governor was first, his cocklong pleasured by her clasping pussy, burying itself deep inside her, fillingher with a new load of hot cum. Grace yelled as John pushed his cock deep intoher colon, feeling her clutching delicate linings grip his cock like a pairof hands. She felt her first cum enema, John filling her bowels with his hotcum, sloshing around inside her. Grace's cheeks ballooned out as the hot semenof the Headmaster filled her oral cavity; her eyes wide open as she tried toswallow the thick fluid. She choked and gagged as the cock spurted again andagain as she gulped and swallowed, unable to take so much sperm at one time,a trickle of the thick milky fluid leaking from the corner of her mouth.

And cum she did, her head thrown back as a powerful orgasm gripped her bodyas she felt the pulsating cocks spew their cum into the depths of her orifices.She felt her body clench tight on the cocks inside her, her juices flowingdown her thighs as she came all over the Governor's cock. She came again asher body was continually filled with their cum, finally exhausted from herordeal as the cocks, one by one were pulled from her body, white milky cumdripping from her mouth, pussy and inflamed asshole. They got off her body,leaving her spent on the couch.

Everyone looked over at Claire, Michael's hands between her legs, masturbatingher as she watched the scene before her eyes, knowing that soon she would benext. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy gleaming with her juices, Michaelmaking her spread her lips wide so he would have access to her slit. Even heranus was visible, a sheen on it, a testament to the fact that Michael had fingeredher backside.

Michael got up, leaving Clair sexually aroused. "Now why don't you threegirls get ready for bed? These gentlemen have to leave, but I am not finishedwith you yet. Don't bother putting your clothes back on. When I come up toyour room Sara, I want to see three pink pussies in your bed waiting for me." Hedismissed the girls, finally having another drink with his friends before leadingthem to the door. John closed up the downstairs, Michael going to his roomto freshen up, putting on a bathrobe, naked beneath it. He tied the sash, hiscock jutting out the front, eager to take one or all of the lovely girls upstairs.

He entered the room, pleased at what he saw. Three pink pussies stared upat him from the bed. All three girls, naked on top of the sheets. Three bushes,blonde, brunette and redhead framed the cutest pink slits. Sara and Grace hadalready chosen his prey. They had Claire between them, their hands each pullingone leg back and up, spreading her crotch wide, their other hand pulling backher lips, her pink insides so inviting. Her sex glistened, the girls havingmasturbated her for the last half hour, driving her to the brink of orgasm,then letting her down, each time not letting her cum. Even her asshole wasnot spared, a slim ivory shaft protruding from the tiny hole, her asshole hidingthe other, thicker four inches inside her. Michael opened his robe, his handfinding his cock, slowly stroking the member hard. "It looks like you're goingto be fucked Claire. But first, I think a pussy whipping would be nice." Hewanted her first orgasm to be from the whip. He saw her shudder.

To Be Continued