John Kellerman: Teenage sex slave

"Nhuuu… Noooo… ohhhh, God… what's happening to me?"

"You're getting fucked…"

"Oh no! Don't fuck me any more… Ohhhh don't!"

"Baby… Jerilyn… Jesus…!" He was flopping around, holding my body hard against him. My breasts were flattened a little and my nipples rubbed his chest hair. I could feel his belly against mine, feel his thighs sliding against mine.

So this was fucking! I never knew that fucking could be so… exciting.

"Ohhh… Ohuuu… Ohhhh shit…" I tugged harder, knowing that those silk ties weren't about to break. I knew that everything that was happening was wrong. I was being raped, I was tied up, I was being kept in a house against my will. And now I was actually moving my body against the hard fucking cock to make it better. I felt shame and ecstasy at the same time. I felt myself climbing, felt the tension building inside me as my cunt yearned for release.

"So… you wanted it that way." Nat pulled his cock slowly from my pussy. I felt that cock-head slip back along those steamy tissues deep inside my posy. My pussy tightened down, but he was already out. I opened my eyes. I couldn't stop my ass from rolling around on the mattress.

He stood there looking at me. I felt my cunt leaking with his slick cum. And then the hate and fear came back. This bastard! This pervert! I hated him. But why had he quit so soon? It was like two parts of me fighting each other now. I wanted to feel more of that indescribable, spearing pleasure. And I wanted to spit in Nat's face.

"Get up!" His voice was so sharp that I forced my feet onto the floor.

I sat there for a second, trying to get my breath, waiting till my dizziness passed. He jerked me up and turned me around so he could untie my hands.

"I should punish you harshly." He turned me back around and looked into my eyes.

I couldn't face that smile on his face. He seemed so handsomely sure of himself. So smug. But his voice! His presence. I could despise him one second and fall on my knees the next.

"You'll find clothes in your room. I'll send for you later." Nat guided me to the connecting bathroom. When my feet touched the cold tiles, I guess my mind came to life again.

I whirled as the door closed in my face. "But what about me! I might be pregnant!"

The door was closed. It was final. Nat obviously didn't care about that. I rubbed my wrists and leaned against the wash basin. I wept for a little while. But that only made me feel worse. Finally I pulled myself together and took a steamy shower.

If only my mother knew! Oh God, how dumb could she be? Was Nat that cool, that smooth? That he could bide his time all these years, waiting to get a chance at me? It seemed almost unbelievable. But I knew that he was right about so much. No one would ever question his reputation in Rutherford. And my history for telling the truth was pretty sad. I finally had to face it.

I dried myself off, taking it easy around my poor little cunt. It was raw and tender. I had been so close to coming.

There was nothing in any of the drawers in my bedroom. No panties… nothing. Then I opened the closet and found the clothes Nat had told me about. Three satin shifts. I had my choice of deep red, emerald green or royal blue. The red one was the longest, reaching to the middle of my thighs. It felt expensive sliding over my shoulders and down my breasts. But when I moved, the sheer material did other things to me besides remind me of Nat's money.

"Ohhh, I wish I had some panties… and a bra."

It was funny. I didn't even own a bra. But now I felt that silk rub against my nipples. It was too much to take with my cunt still throbbing. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the dress up. There was a tiny droplet of blood hanging on the brown fur that edged my cunt-lips. I took the towel and dabbed it away. Then gently I pried my cunt open for inspection.

I could see the torn edges of my cherry. For the first time in my life I looked into that soft, seepy tube that men fought over. I tried to imagine what it must feel like for them to push their cocks into a cunt. My pussy looked soft and only slick. It glistened with cunt-juice and the walls tightened even as I watched them. I dabbed again with the towel. The bleeding had stopped now.

I went to the big oval mirror and stood there, feet wide apart, hands on my hips. I didn't feel as gay as the dress made me look. But I had to admit that it did nice things to my body. It was tight over my breasts and the neckline was just low enough to show off my cleavage. The firm little bumps of my nipples poked out the silk. There was a little band just under my breasts that pulled the dress tighter. Then it flowed freely to my thighs. I whirled and watched it float up. My pert, curvy ass flashed into view for an instant before the hem of the crimson dress fell again. I undid my braids and brushed them out.

"Damn him! I won't play his little game! I won't, I won't!"

I went to the window and looked out. Through grating of course. I could see that it was like the bars of a prison. My prison.

Below me in the large back yard someone was working. My eyes fluttered as I recognized the long, dark hair, the muscled shoulders. He was bending over a flower bed that bordered a pond. It was Bobby Jackson, Lorrie's boyfriend. My heart seemed to reach, out for him. Rattlesnake tattoo and all.

My first instinct was to open the window and holler. Of course the window would not open. But it would be nothing to break the seal… even if I had to do it with the hairbrush. I picked it up and started for the window.

No. Nat had already arranged things so that everyone thought of me as a disturbed teenager. I was under his care. If I yelled to Bobby for help, Nat would explain it as another indication of my emotional imbalance. He was making me out to be kind of half crazy! So that anything I did could be used against me.

I put the brush back on the dresser. I'd have to think a little more cleverly to outwit a lawyer. I watched Bobby work. It was funny how I could see him as my savior now. But would that include sex if he rescued me?

Someone unlocked my door. At first I thought of just staying where I was. To resist whatever Nat wanted. Assuming that the unlocked door meant he wanted me downstairs. But I was stir crazy. I took a few swipes at my hair, tugged at the hem of that red shift and padded barefoot down the empty hall.

The house was empty. The front door was locked. I strolled into another room. There was a table set for two. Candles, sparkling wine glasses… the whole works.

"You look beautiful." Nat was suddenly behind me, warm hands on my shoulders. I stiffened. The fear of punishment made me tremble. I had disobeyed up there in his bedroom. And though I knew that I'd been justified, I felt guilty too. God, had he fucked up my mind.

He seated me at the table. I didn't look at him at all. He served us. Now I was sure that all his servants had been sent away. It was just the two of us in that big house. Nat poured me wine and I drank a glass down quick and got more.

I didn't even know what the food was it was so fancy. I didn't say a word during the meal, but Nat treated me as if I was some visiting princess. There was no hint of physical pain now, or punishment.

When we were finished, he took me gently by the arm and led me through the big house. In the back garden, crickets chirped everywhere. It was damp and warm out. The wine had smoothed out some rough edges. Nat was talking to me, telling me how young and pretty I was. Telling me that I was growing into a lovely woman. I thought I was going to scream. My body wanted one thing and my mind another. I felt the wine reminding me of the pleasure I could bring to myself when I was once again alone. I longed to get to my bedroom. I could lay on my bed.