John Kellerman - Teenage sex slave

"Ohhhh… don't take it away!" I begged as Nat eased his hips back. I felt the very tip of his cock at the sucking mouth of my pussy for a second… then I was empty.

"You like it now, don't you… you like me to fuck you."

"God yes!"

"You want me to come inside you…"

"Ohhh, yess… hurry… hurry, Nat… Ohhh fuck me hard!"

I threw my bound body around wildly. Nat's cock touched my outer lips and he laughed. Then he shoved me so full of cock that I felt it all the way to my womb! I babbled gratefully and rolled my hips against his. I was coming! Coming fast and hard and wonderfully.

When Nat kissed me, I opened my mouth a wide as I could. I wanted to shove his tongue into my throat if he could! My nostrils flared with excitement. I made cooing noises as his cock plunged in and out of my cunt. My second come made me feel like I was falling. Fingers seemed to massage my flesh. I felt like a melting candle. Even the hurt of my ankles pulling hard against those silk ties faded out.

My eyes fluttered open as I was being carried into the house. The red dress hung loosely from my hips. I let my head flop against Nat's shoulder. He kissed my nose and then, my lips. I couldn't begin to think straight, to figure out what was happening to my mind… my body.

He put me in the bed. I remembered wanting to hold onto him. I wanted him to sleep with me all night so I wouldn't be frightened. But he went away. I felt the foggy comfort of sleep smothering my thoughts.

I always could think better when it was daylight. I'd gotten up sometime in the middle of the morning I changed to the blue silk dress.

The man rd seen the very first day brought me my breakfast. He sure wasn't much of a talker. But I was hungry so I didn't feel like small talk anyway.

The butler brought me more orange juice when I asked for it, and when I wanted coffee, he brought that too. I kept trying not to think of Nat. It was hard to keep from going along with his game. He was so damned good-looking. He knew how to do things to my body I'd never dreamed about. No boy could match such techniques. And Nat knew my soul had been touched. He'd felt me shivering in his arms as he'd carried me upstairs. He'd seen me reach out for him when he'd tucked me into bed and left me alone.

"Thanks for breakfast," I told the butler. "What if I wanted something to drink now…"

His face looked puzzled.

"Like booze."

He shook his head. "Mr. Blake said you weren't to have any spirits."

I started into the big front room to see if the butler would stop me. He followed, but didn't say anything. I walked around touching things. I looked at the titles of some book on the coffee table and then started towards the double glass doors that opened to the back yard.

Mr. Butler stepped in front of me. I nodded. He didn't have to say a word.

I saw the liquor bottle on the table in the front room. I went for it like I was going to get a drink.

The butler quickly stepped in front of me and scooped the bottle off the table.

I didn't really want a drink. I'd had some beer a couple of times on a dare and could hardly handle that. I was just seeing how carefully I was going to be watched… how much I was allowed to get away with. It didn't look like much.

I thought I'd try the phone. But when I looked around, I realized I hadn't noticed one since Nat had brought me out to the villa. He probably had one in his study. For receiving business calls and what not. And his study would be locked. I didn't even have to ask.

I went back upstairs. It was driving me crazy that all the kids at school were whispering about poor me. I'd had a nervous breakdown, they'd be saying… or whatever it was that. Nat Blake had cooked up between my mother and the principal. Of course my teachers at school didn't know just what kind of psychological help I was getting up here at Nat's villa either! And if I ever got out to tell them the truth they wouldn't believe a word I said.

I went in my room and took a look out the window. Bobby Jackson was shoveling in a flower bed, his back to the sun. Nat was so damned confident of his little trip that he wasn't even afraid to have one of my schoolmates around.

If only I could get to Bobby… get a message to him. The sun was so bright I had to squint. And that's what gave me the idea.

I took the hand mirror from the dresser and got the sun in it just right. I flashed it out to where Bobby was on his hands and knees now, pulling up some weeds. He saw the bright patch of light immediately and turned to see where it was coming from. I gave him as hot of sun right in the eyes and then put the mirror down and waved like crazy.

He must have seen me behind the locked window. He waved and smiled and then went back to what he was doing.

I slumped down on the bed, madder than hell. Sure. Nat had told him I was here. And he'd probably told him that I was emotionally disturbed, needed a rest. I was so mad I could've spit. But I knew that Bobby was my only chance to get the hell out of this madhouse. I found a scrap of something to write on and the stub of a pencil I'd seen earlier. I told Bobby to meet me in the back yard that night at midnight and that it was a matter of life and death. I crossed out life and death and simply said it was very, very important. I didn't want to scare him off.

There was a window in Nat's bedroom that worked. I'd seen it partly open the day before. Then I flashed sun on the side of Bobby's face again. The note fluttered down and he saw it.

Good old Bobby! He stuffed the thing in his pocket without reading it. Now all I had to do was figure out a way to get out of the house sometime around midnight. And when Nat came home at noon from his office, I realized just how hard that was going to be.

"It's kind of early… isn't it?" I swallowed hard as he led me upstairs. I'd been sitting around the front room, eyeing the whiskey bottle… just to make the butler uneasy. Nat had swept into the room and kissed me and taken my hand. I could see by the front of his pants exactly what he had in mind.

He closed the door to his bedroom. I didn't sit on the bed or do anything that would make him think he'd won a victory the night before. But he seemed to know that things were working in my head. And he was right.

Just the strong sound of his voice, the way he moved and ordered me around made me flush with excitement. I didn't understand why I should feel like that, but I did. Then he pulled that silver choke chain out of his pocket. It was the kind used to train dogs.

"I have a little necklace for you," Nat smiled. He slipped it around my neck and did something with a pair of pliers. I was thinking of fighting him again. I knew that once that damned thing was on me, he could do anything he wanted. And yet at the same time, the cold steel against my skin, the rub of it made me start shaking. My breath got tight in my throat. I closed my eyes when he snapped the expensive leash into the collar and gave it a gentle tug. I was panting now… hard.

And Nat knew why.

"This is the sort of thing which suits your needs, Jerilyn." He pulled me over with the leash and kissed me softly. I didn't close my lips when Nat gingerly pushed them apart with the tip of his tongue.

"So young…"

He touched my shoulders. He knew I wasn't wearing any panties under the blue dress. And he knew then wasn't anything but that sheer silk between his fingers and the jutting nipples of my breasts. I whimpered as he began to massage my tits deeply. I tried to make him stop. The gentle but deep rubbing continued. My nipples burned with pleasure as he forced the silk back and forth over their tender surfaces.

"When are you going to let me go?"

"Let you go?" He looked truly surprised.