James Barton - X-rated daughter

Wendy looked at the woman as she descended the stain and approached them. She had short-cropped hair that haloed her face attractively and her body was slender – like that of a fashion model. Wendy cut her eyes away from the woman as she saw her breasts bounce invitingly beneath the light shirt she wore.

The woman stopped directly in front of Wendy and she took a long, appraising look as the man asked, "Well, what do, you think?"

"She looks like a real blonde…" the woman said huskily as she reached out to stroke Wendy's head.

"And she's a virgin!" Gregor supplied as Wendy cringed under the woman's touch.

"Really?" the woman said as she cupped Wendy's chin to raise her face.

Wendy felt her face burning under the woman's gaze. She swallowed back her fear as the woman licked her lips, then leaned forward to kiss her full on the mouth. The act surprised Wendy more than it frightened her and she tried to pull away. But the woman's hand was behind her head and she held her tightly as the two men looked on. As the woman's tongue touched her lips, Wendy groaned; she felt her lips parted gently and, as the woman kissed her softly, she felt searching fingers lift the hem of her short skirt. She tensed then as the woman's fingers slipped beneath the leg-band of her panties to tease the sensitive lips of her pussy. A small chill ran through her body as she felt her body probed, then stroked lovingly.

Finally, Stella lifted her mouth from the girl's and smiled as she looked up. "She certainly is a virgin… a real live blonde virgin!" and they all laughed.

Wendy stumbled back a step as the woman removed her hand from between her legs and she stared at the three people in disbelief. Never in her life had she been subjected to such humiliation and her cheeks burned brightly as they all looked at her. Then, the man stepped forward, took her by the arm and led her away as the man called Gregor spoke to the woman.

Paul walked the stunned teenager to the large leather sofa in the front of the fireplace. He gestured politely and smiled as Wendy sat down, then gazed into the low bank of coals before them. Sitting beside her, he reached out and took hold of her hand.

"Wendy…" he began as he squeezed her hand, "my name is Paul… Paul Land. You're going to be living with Stella and I for a little while – and I want you to understand something clearly…" He paused as she glanced up at him, a look of apprehension on her lovely young face. "You will not be mistreated or harmed as long as you co-operate. There are several other people living here. Just like them, your status will depend on how well you cooperate. Do you understand?"

Wendy felt a chill go through her as she looked into the man's eyes. She nodded slightly, then said, "I… I think so."

"Fine," he said and patted her hand. "When in doubt, ask. For the time being you will answer to no one but Stella and myself. I won't allow you to be harmed… but there is one prime rule you must follow so long as you live here."

"Rule?" she questioned.

He nodded and pulled her hand over his lap; he pressed it down over the outline of his prick as she tried to withdraw it. "One rule… you will never say 'no' to anything you are requested to do. Is that clear?" and he moved his hand away from hers.

Wendy sat dumbfounded as the man's hand released her own to leave it over the growing bulge in his pants. She nodded as her face burned brightly.

"Fine… now pull down the zipper of my pants."

"But… I… that is…" she stammered.

Paul shook his head and repeated the order. Wendy sobbed once and did as she was told. When she had pulled the tab all the way down, he told her, "Now take my prick out of my pants… gently."

Wendy held her breath as she reached inside the man's pants, through the opening in his shorts, and touched the wirey growth of pubic hair there. She swallowed thickly as she found his bulging prick and she wrapped her fingers around it. Finally, she worked it free of the confines of his clothing and she sat there, her eyes closed tightly as she felt it growing in her hand.

"There… that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked and lifted her face to his. He kissed her softly as his hand moved beneath her sweater to cup her warm tit.

Wendy felt her heart beating wildly as Paul fondled her tits; she felt her nipples responding as he rubbed his palm over them in small, sensuous circles. Tightening her grip on his prick, she began moving her fist up and down, thinking he wanted her to do the same thing as the other man. It was all so confusing, she thought, as she tasted his tongue and felt his flesh pulse heavily under her slow manipulation.

Finally, their lips parted and Paul smiled warmly at her as he remarked, "Hey… I think we're gonna get along just fine," and he hugged her as his hand cupped her tit fully. "Now go on down and kiss the head of my prick, honey," he told her as he removed his hand from beneath her sweater and leaned back.

Wendy swallowed as she gazed down at the shaft of flesh in her small hand; it was larger than Gregor's and she felt again that strange stirring in her stomach as his prick twitched in her hand. Slowly, she lowered her head and pursed her lips to kiss the velvet head. As she did, the smooth flesh jerked spasmodically and she felt his hand on the back of her head urging her down. She opened her mouth slightly and licked out with her tongue as she heard him moan.

"That's the idea, Wendy… make it feel good. Use your tongue, baby… lick it like it was an ice-cream cone."

Suddenly, Wendy found herself caught up in the act as a new excitement coursed through her body. It was both evil and somehow thrilling as she found herself doing the same thing that had caused her to cringe with fear with the other man. Now, it seemed almost natural to be doing what Paul wanted her to do and she licked around the swollen head of his prick, then took it into her mouth.

Paul shuddered once and groaned, then he lifted Wendy's face from his lap. He kissed her again and his hand sought her full, warm tits as she stirred in his arms. His touch was so unlike Gregor's, and though she knew what she was doing was wrong, she could not help but respond to his warmth.

"Well, looks like you two have struck up a fast friendship," Stella remarked as she stood before them.

Wendy felt a sudden embarrassment as she looked up and found the woman smiling down at them. She swallowed drily as Paul gave her tit one last squeeze, then removed his hand from her body. She felt her own hand move from his prick as Paul spoke softly.

"Wendy's gonna get along just fine… I've explained things to her and I believe she'll be one of the family before we know it."

At the mention of the word "family", Wendy thought about her mother, father and her younger sister, Sandy. A sudden swell of emotion choked her and her eyes were clouded as she realized they had no idea of what had happened to her – what was happening to her. But as the tears streamed down her lovely face, she was thankful that they didn't know – the shock of it would have been too much for them to bear, of this she was sure.

"Hey… what's the matter?" Stella asked and kneeled before the weeping girl. She took hold of her hands as Paul stood up and shoved his prick back inside his pants.

Wendy raised her face slowly and saw the concern etched on the woman's face. Then, she broke down completely. Stella took her into her arms and comforted her as Paul looked down and nodded approval.

"There, there, Wendy… it's gonna be okay…" Stella told her softly. "This doesn't have to be a bad experience for you."

But Wendy knew better. She had been ruthlessly kidnapped and forced to do unspeakable things – now this woman was telling her it was going to be all right. She sobbed deeply as the old fear returned momentarily and she wondered again what was going to become of her. Would she ever be able to face her parents again – her sister? And the man had told her that she would be living with them. For how long? For what evil purpose? She shuddered at the thought of it all and cried until the tears were all gone, then she sobbed as Stella continued to hold her, rocking her gently back and forth.