Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

"I told you it would feel good. Didn't I? Hmm? I know other things that feel good too. Physicals can be fun. We can have a lot of fun together, you and I, as long as you're a good girl. In and out. Mm-m-m. Yes. In and out and round and round, making that hot, sweet little asshole of yours feel better and better all the time. And you love it. Yes, you do. Little ass just squirming all around, pretty little titties just jamming up against the table, hot little asshole sucking on my finger and juicy little cunt waiting for its turn, coming up."

Janie woke from her half sleep with a start. As soon as Mr. Scantland said that word she knew exactly what he was doing to her, and she tried to crane around and look up at him from over her shoulder, but his hold on her fanny wouldn't let her. "D-Don't. Please," she said. "Can't we wait for the nurse?"

"Nonsense," he said with a smile, still knuckle-deep in her asshole, and now reaching her cringing cuntlips with his little finger. "I'm fully qualified to do all of this. And I'm not hurting you. I'm making you feel good. Doesn't your cunt feel good? Doesn't it? Don't you feel good all over?"

"No-o-o-o," she moaned. "You shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be talking to me this way. I'll… I'll tell the nurse. I will! OH!"

His finger hooked and twisted cruelly in her sweet, little pussy and Janie in turn twisted in panic on the table. She could feel him bending over her now as he said, "You'll not threaten me, you little ragamuffin. You'll lie there and take it, do anything I say, do you understand?" he demanded, twisting harder, deeper, until at last the tears flowed from Jane's eyes and she could only gasp and writhe under the strong hands that could tear her to pieces. She was brought right to the brink of unconsciousness by that finger so deep within her before the pain dwindled and her body could stop its helpless twisting.

"That's better," he purred, trying to soothe her with his hands now, and with a voice that had turned oily smooth. "You've simply got to learn to cooperate. Pretty little thing like you, you can go a long way if you cooperate with men, and you can have a good time doing it. Tha-a-a-t's right. That's a nice little girl. And that's a nice little cunt you've got down there. Roll over, Janie. Let's have a look at it."

Dear heaven, he was touching her there, poking his fingers in flesh that was far more secret than anything else about her, and Janie couldn't do a thing about it except sob. Tears didn't mean a thing to him. He kept pawing her and saying things that sounded dirty to her, but at least he took his huge finger out of her pooper. She had to shudder and moan as it was withdrawn. It did feel almost like pooping now, and then he massaged the ball of his finger all around her stretched-out anus as he took it out, reviving all those weird itchy feelings, but banishing the last of the pain. But it still existed in her mind, and she knew it would be repeated in force if she didn't do as she was told.

Jane let him help her roll over on the examination table, prepared for the very worst.

"Yes, you're a pretty little thing," Scant-land said, taking the smock out of her plucking fingers, leaving her stark naked before his lustful old eyes. "Nice little titties, cute little body, and tight little cunt," he said, pawing her as he spoke, as if she didn't know what awful parts of her body he was referring to. "Just relax and we'll have some fun together now. Stop that silly crying and let's see you smile."

There was no way Janie could smile and mean it, but at least the tears were stopping. She'd learned long ago that tears didn't do a bit of good. It wouldn't even do any good to try to cut and run now, for she'd never find her way out of this building, and when he caught her things would go all the worse for her. She had to lie there and suffer, looking forward to more pain, but in a different place.

"Yes, that's a nice little cunt," he said, nudging her trembling legs apart, rubbing three fingers over the previously inviolate lips. "Sweet as can be and quite ready for fucking," he said, prodding her deeper there, making her gasp and grab at the sides of the table.

"Now I didn't hurt you. You can't tell me I did," said the hovering Mr. Scantland, and he held her right hand captive against the table's edge with his hard, hot loins. ''Girls like to have their cunts played with. You can't tell me they don't. I'll bet you play with yours yourself. Don't you? Answer me, dear," he went on, and the increased pressure of his fingers in her slit told Janie she'd better speak up.

"N-No. It's not… nice," she faltered.

"Fibbing isn't nice, either," he said. "I know you play with your pussy. I know you masturbate. All good children do. Show me how you do it. Come on. I'll help you," he said, and at last he took his fingers from her pussy, only to take her left hand in his and hold it against her opened crotch.

For a moment this afforded Janie some relief. It was almost as good as being dressed, but only for a moment. She was covered up there, but then he started moving her hand with his, and her shame was so great at his knowing that she'd touched herself there before that she closed her eyes and bit her lip in mortification.

"That's right," he purred. "Doesn't that feel nice. Yes-s-s. Just like you do to yourself when you're alone in bed. But while you're here with us, I'll be doing it for you, dear, and that will feel even nicer. And the other girls, they'll help you do it too. Oh, you're going to have such good times here you just won't want to leave. So nice. So very nice," he murmured, and now, now that she couldn't see him, now that she was touching herself in that recently familiar way, it almost did feel nice.

"Mm-m-m-m. It does feel nice, doesn't it. Yes-s-s. You're starting to get wet, aren't you?"

Head turned away, eyes tight shut, Jane had to nod yes because, indeed, her flesh was getting wet there, and there seemed no way she could lie to this man who knew all about her innermost secrets in advance.

"Let's see," he said, and his bony fingers crept under her hand, and now it was he who was touching her wet hole.

"No. Please," Janie murmured, and tears approached once again.

"Why not? It feels good. Doesn't it? No fibbing now," he said, massaging her cunny, gentle now, and knowing just where to do it most effectively.

Lies were impossible and Janie just kept still, but he persisted, saying, "It doesn't feel bad. Does it? And if it doesn't feel bad, it must feel good. And if it feels good, why stop. Lie back and enjoy it. Lie back and dream about your favorite boyfriend. Who would that be? Elton John? Neil Young? Paul McCartney? Lie back with your eyes closed and dream about them, listen to their music, dance with them while you feel so-o-o-o good, so very very good. While I make your pussy feel even better."

Again he had looked into her mind, this time naming her secret passion without even trying. She could see him now, all aglitter in sequins, smiling radiantly while he worshipped her through his outlandish big glasses and made love to her with his musician's hands. She could hear his music, it seemed, hear him pouring out love words to her, and she couldn't help but move to the tune he was singing, for she did feel good.

"Oh. Ah," Janie murmured, for it felt almost as good to move as it did to be played with by her secret lover. "Oh my," she said, squirming her bottom on the table to alleviate the itchy buttocks that had been bothering her ever since Mr. Scantland had taken his finger out of her pooper. "Oh, yes," she sighed, as one hand went to her titties, the other moving even more beautifully between her legs.

"Yes! That's it!" he murmured, quite close to her now, hands moving in just the right way. "Isn't that good? Doesn't that feel nice? And don't you look nice with the nipples of your tits all stiff and hard and waiting to be sucked on, with your hot little cunt all wet and squirmy, with your pretty little ass working like a coffee grinder on the table. Move it around, Janie. That's what feels good. Don't be afraid to get good and hot. That's what girls are made for. Get hot, baby. You love it and you know it. That's it. Let yourself go and have yourself some fun for a change."