John Kellerman - Tied up virgins

The car came for her a week after that terrible, frightening day in the cabin. Jody always knew it would, but Brit had just laughed at her. Or laughed and hidden it. Jody, hated to be humored. But she'd known that the car would come and take her away. There'd been something in Mark Edwards' eyes that said he would send for her as he'd promised. Nobody was around. The car just pulled up all black and gleaming and a man in a suit got out.

Jody knew who had sent him even before he spoke. She got in the car and let it take her down the farm road away from the Russell place forever. Maybe she would write Brit. Maybe not. Jody had never been quite the same since that time in the cabin. She could feel the change but couldn't identify it. She felt removed from things at a distance. It was hard to concentrate. But she could concentrate on sex. It was what she thought about all the time. Thought about it, but didn't do anything about it. Except when she touched her own body like she'd learned to do from Brit.

The car took her down the highway for a long way. She had never been that far in her life. The man said he would stop if she was hungry, but Jody told him she wasn't. She was anxious to arrive to wherever they were headed.

The place where Mark Edwards lived wasn't really a house at all. It was a mansion. There were servants around, but they only seemed to appear when something was needed. She was shown to a room. It would be her room, she understood. A nice Jody talked to her. The Jody was Mark's secretary and there was something in her eyes that said she had seen everything and yet not let it make her ugly inside. She smiled at Jody a lot, admired her.

"Mark has some things picked out for you," the Jody said. Her name was Glenda. Jody had just gotten out of the shower and was drying her hair with a fluffy towel.

"A dress?"

"Yes. White silk. It hangs to your knees." Glenda brought it out. She was lots older than Jody but not so old as to look old. She held the dress up by two thin shoulder straps, then draped it across the bed.

"I didn't bring any clean underwear," Jody said.

"You won't be needing panties, darling. Mark will prefer you without them." Jody let the words stop echoing in her head. Then she swallowed hard.

A little thrill burned around her nipples. She swallowed again. Glenda's smile told her she was blushing.

"Mark isn't like most men," Glenda said. "I think you must know that by now. He knows what he wants and takes it." Glenda looked at her hands. "He used to want me. Sometimes he still does." She looked into Jody's eyes without hostility, without jealousy. Jody blinked back.

"He's a very nice man," she stammered, feeling stupid for having opened her mouth at all. Glenda only smiled, tilted her head.

"Yes, Mark is that. You won't have any cares. Not for the rest of your life." Glenda took a breath. "Here I've been talking too much. We've got to get you ready for Mark. He's flying in from the capital today."

Glenda brushed Jody's hair and braided it. Jody thought it made her look like a dumb little country kid, but Glenda assured her that she looked wonderful. The dress was slipped over her body. Jody knew it had to be pure silk, the way it clung to her breasts, sliding over her skin in a way that made her shiver. Glenda painted her toenails and fingernails. Not bright red like Jody had wanted, but a delicate pink.

"You're too young for red, darling," Glenda told her and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Christ, you're lovely. Mark certainly has fine taste." Glenda smiled brightly. "After all, he chose me."

"How many years ago…?" Jody hated herself for nosing into Glenda's private life, but she had to know.

"I was eighteen. Your age." Glenda's eyes looked damp. "I'm thirty-two now. But it hasn't been a bad life."

Jody was shown into a large bedroom, a man's room. Mark's room. The walls were fine paneled wood, the chain leather. It had a rich smell to it, a manly smell. Glenda took some large silk scads and lay them out on the bed.

"What are they f-f-for?" Jody asked, drifting over.

"You'll find out in time, sweetheart. You'll find out in time." Glenda held her at arms length and took a long look. "I'll leave you alone now…"

"No… don't go. It's been so long since I've seen Mark that… well." Jody looked at her hands. "I won't know what to say or anything."

"Mark has been talking with people all day," Glenda laughed. "Do you think he really wants to talk anymore?" Jody blushed again and sat on the edge of the bed. Glenda closed the door behind her and the room was silent except for the ticking of an antique clock.

In half an hour Mark was striding across the thick carpet towards her. Jody jumped up. He looked as if he'd just had a swim. He seemed younger than before, healthy, strong. It was hard to believe he was older than Glenda.

They talked for a while, but soon he was holding her young body against his bare chest. The bulge in his tight trunks looked huge. When he rubbed it against Jody's thigh she moaned and tilted her head up to be kissed.

"You'll be my daughter by the end of this month," he said. "I've seen a few judges, taken a short cut or two…" Jody thought she was hearing things.

"Daughter! Me? Your… daughter?"

"Adopted. Legally?" Mark cupped his fingers around her breast. The silk warmed to his touch and Jody felt her nipple growing against his palm. Mark picked her up and carried her to the bed. He took one of her feet in his hands and started to caress it.

Jody flopped on the bed, thrilled when he shoved his tongue between her toes. He kissed her sole, licked her ankle and began to work up her leg. Her pussy was feverish. She wished she had on panties to sop up some of the overflow. Her butter was seeping from between her plump, curl-fringed lips. Mark lifted the silk dress and gazed lovingly at her naked pubes.

"All that red hair," he smiled, "stuck together in little curls." His words made Jody pant. She closed her eyes. Mark was slipping out of his trunks. She looked and saw his long, hard cock bobbing between his thighs. It was fringed with black hair. The exposed head was dusky purple, swollen out from the shaft like a strange mushroom. Mark picked up one of the silk scarves, the ones Glenda had put out. He drew it through his hand. Then he looped it around her right wrist and tied it. The silk was strong hut sensuous on her skin. Jody shivered as he wound it around her neck once and then tied the other wrist to the loose end. Her arms were up beside her head, bent at the elbow. She couldn't lift them far from the bed because of the silk that circled her neck. Mark lifted the edge of her white, silk shift until her breasts were bare. Then he started kissing her.

"Nuuuuuu…!" Jody squirmed as his lips touched her belly, her hips, her tits. He never stayed long enough in one place to do more than tease. She sucked in lungfuls of air and wiggled under the tickly, tantalizing sensations. The restriction of her arms only added to her feeling of helpless excitement. Then Mark was nuzzling into the frizzy dampness of her mound. She felt his lips pinch each swollen labia and then his tongue flicked across her clit until she arched her back and strained her arms against the silk scarves.

"Hhhuuuunnnn…!" she groaned. Mark worked his chin into the hollow of her hole and sucked her clit between his teeth. Jody thrashed wildly, the silk cutting into her wrist now, sending jolting pleasure up and down her body.

"Yes," Mark whispered, "I knew I'd chosen right when I first saw you today…"

"Ohhhhh Mark. Ohhhhh it feels so… sooooo good." Jody tossed her head from side to side. Her heels dug at the bedcovers. Mark slipped his body up hers. She felt his weight crushing her down into the big bed. She felt her breasts flattened under his chest. He forced her mouth open and kissed her deeply… hungrily. She bit back, sucking his tongue as she'd learned to do. His hips thrust and she felt his dry cock slip up her belly. It pressed into her flesh, warmed her. She remembered suddenly how that thing had been in her mouth… the rubber had broken and Mark's cream fountained in her throat.