John McKeon - Abused again and again

Ginger couldn't believe she was actually going to get to eat a real meal. The thought of having coffee and eggs made her stomach growl hungrily. She stood and followed.

As they walked down the hall, Ginger suddenly stopped. She heard a male voice laughing behind one of the doors. "That sounds like Roger," she cried excitedly. "Did you get him out?" She made a dash for the door, but J.D. cut her off.

"Where do you think you're going? If Roger was out, don't you think I'd tell you? Stop acting silly or you won't get any breakfast." He pulled her away from the door.

Ginger felt like crying. The excitement of thinking she would see Roger today and then finding out her hopes had been wrong left her feeling depressed. She didn't know how much more of this kind of treatment she would be able to take. More than anything else, she wanted to see Roger. She didn't even have any proof that Roger was getting any kind of help from anyone.

J.D. led her into a dining room large enough to seat a convention. There was no one else there. He seated Ginger at the table and disappeared through a side door. A few moments later, he returned carrying a heaping tray of eggs, bacon and coffee.

Ginger gobbled the food as though she had been without for months instead of a couple of days. Nothing had ever tasted better. And when the food was gone, she crossed her legs on the chair and nursed a steaming cup of coffee.

"I want to see Roger," she said.

J.D. sat across from her. "We've already been over that," he said. "It's impossible for you to see Roger. He's in jail in Los Angeles. So unless you want to go up there and join him in jail, you'll just have to be patient."

"How do I know you're doing anything to help him?"

J.D. stared at her, letting his face turn angry. "How dare you say that. Just what kind of proof do you think you should have? A note from my mother maybe, telling you I'm honest?"

Ginger looked away. She didn't want to make him mad. It was so pleasant not being tied up and being able to sit in a chair and nurse a cup of coffee, that she didn't want to do anything that would change that, but she did want proof. If she didn't get it, she could wind up being J.D.'s slave for months and be no closer to getting Roger out of jail than she was right now.

She didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to do something. Finally, taking a deep breath, she committed herself. "I'm not going to take on any more customers until I know something is being done to help Roger."

She was not prepared for J.D.'s violent reaction. Knocking the coffee cup out of her hand, he pushed her backward out of her chair. She landed on the back of her head and rolled over. J.D. was on her even before she could sit up. He jerked her by the arm out of the room and into the hall. "Bitch," he cursed. "You'll be sorry you said that. You may not know it, but now you're going to take not only your customers today, but Alice's as well. I'll teach you to act so independent. You haven't learned anything! Slaves do what they're told – not what they want to do!"

"I'm not going to be your slave any longer," Ginger said, pulling uselessly against him. His fingers tightened around her wrist. He twisted it and she was forced onto her face. Still she insisted on proof that Roger was being helped.

J.D. laughed at her. He grabbed her ankles, twisted her legs until she rolled onto her stomach, and dragged her over the carpet. "I'll show you what's going to happen to you next." He dragged her through several doors until she found herself in the spotless, richly tiled and lavishly mirrored bathroom.

The tub was huge. It was round with gold faucets. Three steps led to its edge. Ordered into the already filled bath, Ginger looked at the steam rising from its surface. Shaking her head, she turned and made a final stand. "No," she said, refusing the bath despite its appeal. "Not until I have proof Roger is getting help."

J.D. picked her up and threw her into the tub. Ginger gasped as the hot water splashed over the room. She grabbed the edge and was surprised to discover the water came all the way up to her breasts. She backed away as he stripped away his clothes, moved to the edge and sat down. He spread his legs so his cock and balls dangled atop the water. Tossing her a bar of soap, he ordered her to wash his prick.

Ginger looked at his already growing erection. Refusing him would be brave, but she also knew it would only bring her more punishment. Yet once more she vowed she would not be his slave any longer.

"I don't think you're doing anything to get Roger free."

"If I hear Roger's name mentioned one more time, you'll be eating my cock underwater. Would you like that?"

She shook her head but the idea of blowing his big cock under water stirred her curiosity. "I won't do it," she said, but her refusal was not convincing.

"You're standing on thin ice. No one knows where you are. If you turn up missing, no one will even know. Roger thinks you're with Willie. Willie tells Roger you ran away. That gives me the freedom to do with you as I wish. Do you see now that I have the power of life and death over you."

Ginger shivered despite the hot water. "You wouldn't do anything like that." She backed farther away, her heart racing in alarm.

"Don't be too sure. After all, what use do I have of you if you don't do what you're told?" He stroked his cock until it stood out stiffly. "You've got one more minute to make up your mind before I turn you upside down in the water."

Ginger didn't hesitate very long. The look on J.D.'s face told her he meant what he said. Completely humbled, she moved to his side of the tub and stood between his legs. She lathered the soap over his cock and balls, working heavy suds into his pubic hair. She felt his cock pulsing between her fingers as she washed it carefully.

His balls were the size of walnuts. She fondled them gently, wondering what would happen if she suddenly squeezed them as hard as she could in her fist and made a run for it. She put the thought out of her mind as fast as it occurred to her. She didn't know anything about the building she was in. It might be impossible for her to escape if they knew she was running. Any chance of escape would have to be when they were not expecting it and after she had time to explore the building.

Despite herself, she found the sight of his huge erection stimulating. She continued caressing his cock until he told her to wash the suds off and suck it. This time she was eager to do as he ordered. His swollen prick tasted fresh and exciting. She forced her head down hard over his cock and felt his rubbery knob pushing against her throat.

"That's it," he said. "Blow me real good. I like the feeling of your tongue licking my cock. Play with my balls while you blow me." He held her hair and jerked her head up and down over his cock, ramming his knob harder and harder against her throat.

Ginger worked his cock deep into her mouth. She felt his prick sliding over her tongue and working all the way into her mouth until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She smelled the clean fragrance of his balls and felt her cunt responding to the taste of his cock. Her pussy quivered. Relaxing her entire body, she allowed him to work her head up and down at his own pace.

Continuing to fondle his balls with her right hand, Ginger lowered her left to her cunt. Her fingers spread her cunt lips and slid lewdly along her slit. She flicked a finger over her clit and felt the nubbin jerking to life. Lifting his balls, she licked his scrotum, tasting the warm flesh. She felt his shaft reaming back and forth over her tongue with eager compulsion.

"You're a slave," he told her, "and you're always going to be a slave. From now on you'll do as you're told and nothing else. If you have any more ideas about refusing to obey, you'd better change them. Do you understand?"