John Kellerman - Teenage sex slave

"Ooooooooo… Huuuunnnn!" I couldn't escape his viselike hands. He was sitting on my chest, my breasts mashed together by his thighs. He jacked his cock faster now and I saw a huge glop of froth come cult. Somehow I jerked enough so that it smeared down the side of my cheek. Nat cursed and hurt me with his fingers.

I whimpered and clawed the bedspread. My heels drummed the mattress. But Nat was grinning down at me like a crazy man. He kept nursing the cum from his body, his eyes glazed with the pleasure of coming. A forceful, hot spurt jetted up across my face, oozed down the bridge of my nose. Some of it leaked into my mouth. I had to swallow, had to taste the terrible stuff.

It wasn't as bad as I'd thought. It was sour and a little salty and… kind of strange. I gagged anyway just as Nat shoved his cockhead against my bottom lip. I felt the steamy curds slide across my tongue as his prick throbbed powerfully against my trembling chin. Now I was feeling that swollen tenderness between my thighs. That plump, seepy excitement that meant my cunt was ready to be touched.

Not that I wanted Nat to touch me! The bastard was doing enough… I felt half sick as a hot, slimy pool filled my mouth. How much could he squirt out of his balls? I knew that I couldn't keep from swallowing much longer. But still the stringy stuff dangled from the tip of his cock and into my open mouth.

Nat laughed and tugged the choke chain tight. The strangling feeling made me swallow automatically… he knew how to make me do anything he wanted. My body shuddered as I felt the slippery sap ease down my throat. But I didn't gag again. It was done. I'd eaten his win… just like he'd been trying to get me to do.

He didn't say anything for a while. He just lay there on his back, breathing hard, his big cock wilted slightly and sticking against his cummy thigh. I was on my knees, the leash hanging down. The other end of it was grasped tightly in Nat's fingers. I smelled the sharp aroma of his seed in my mouth and on my lips. I wiped my chin and looked at the creamy stuff that came off.

"You're going to take this damned thing off, aren't you?" I said.

"No. That's a part of your wardrobe now," he laughed.

"Oh, sure. Your… butler, or whatever he is, will sure start to get funny ideas if he sees this thing."

"Roland is gone for the week. I sent the cook away too." He beamed at inc. "I thought it would be more fun with just the two of us around."

"But you said you were taking a trip out of town tonight…"

"All the better to have you chained up, don't you think?"

I closed my eyes. A tear fell down my cheek. Now I would have no way of contacting Bobby when he tried to meet me in the back yard that night. If he even bothered to come. For all I knew he was laughing at my note right now.

"Come with me, Jerilyn," Nat said, getting up. "On your hands and knees."

I crawled behind him. The gentle tug against my leash made me shiver. I knew my body had been excited by the abuse Nat had given me. He seemed to sense something about my makeup that I wasn't conscious of. I hated him for that… and yet when he touched me…

He led me into my bedroom.

"I've had this chain for some time," he said. He took the leather leash off and tossed it aside. A steel chain was hooked into my collar and secured by a small brass lock. He put the key on a cord around his neck.

"You have enough slack to go to the bathroom. I don't guess you'll be needing any clothes." He stood back looking at me. His cock had gone soft, but when I tried to tug at the awful steel links, his prick stiffened.

"God, you're beautiful. So young… so innocent."

He came over. I stopped moving. He bent to kiss one of my breasts. I tried not to let him know what the soft brush of his tongue across my nipple was doing to me.

But Nat knew.

"Until tomorrow…" He walked to the door. "There's some food for you there…" He pointed to my dresser.

I hadn't even noticed the big silver tray and the linen cloth that was draped over it. When I looked up again, Nat was gone.

I tried to get some sleep. I'd brushed my teeth a dozen times it seemed, pulling the chain behind me each time I went into the bathroom. But that fanny taste was still in my mouth and every time I drifted off, I dreamed of something weird. I dreamed I was a dog, Nat's dog. And when he fucked me, I barked and yipped and frothed at the mouth.

Once I woke up with that damned chain twisted between my legs and rubbing me in a very sexy way. I'd almost came in my sleep, tossing and turning. After that I just couldn't rest any more. It was dark still, though I had no idea what time it was.

I spent an hour trying to see if I could possibly get loose. No way. Nat had thought of everything. I didn't think I could have gotten loose even if I'd had a hacksaw.

So I waited at the window, naked shivering with fear that maybe Bobby wouldn't bother to believe my note.

It seemed like it had to be past midnight. I couldn't see into the darkness of the garden now, but I could tell if anyone started over that high wall. I was beginning to think Bobby wasn't coming when I saw a shape hunch up against the corner of the wall. If it was Bobby, he was doing it right. Coming over as far from the house as he could.

The shape disappeared. He was inside the grounds now.

I wrapped a pillow around my hand and broke the window. It made a hell of a racket and I saw Bobby boost himself back up on the top of the wall. It had to be Bobby!

"Bobby!" I screamed as more glass splintered down on the patio below.

"It's all right! There's no one else here out me! It's Jerilyn! Ohhh, Bobby, don't run away!"

The shape stopped, hunched over. The he dropped back into the yard. In a few moments I saw him in the gloom, standing below my window.

"You sure there ain't nobody else around?" It was Bobby all right. I felt like crying with happiness.

"Can you get in some way?"

He looked around. "I'll see."

I watched him disappear around the corner of the house. It seemed like a long, long time. Then I heard a noise downstairs and someone coming up to my room. I jumped on the bed and threw a blanket around my nakedness. I had the bed lamp on and turned low. I felt funny about having Bobby seeing me like this… but flow it would be over. I could get away! I heard footsteps in the hall now.

"Jerilyn?"

"In here!"

Bobby threw open the door and hurried over to me. He didn't expect such a warm peeling, but I was overjoyed to see him. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him against me. My blanket slipped away from one breast and I saw his flare as he looked at me. Then he saw the chain around my neck, the chain leading to the bolt in the floor.

"What the hell's going on?"

"He's keeping me like this… so I can't go tell anybody!" I started bawling. "I was afraid you wouldn't believe my note."

"I almost didn't. It sounded pretty crazy and everybody says…"

"I'm not crazy, Bobby! I haven't had a nervous breakdown or anything." I told him everything I'd figured out about my captivity. I left out a lot of the details of what Nat had done to me sexually. Bobby seemed mad enough just hearing that he'd fucked me.

"He hired me to do some gardening." Bobby made a fist. "He told me you were emotionally disturbed and that you were going to be resting here at the villa for a while…"

"It's all lies, Bobby! He just wants to tie me up like this and fuck me while my mom's out of town…"

He frowned. "But wouldn't she find out when she gets back?"

"You don't know Nat… He could talk a mouse out of a piece of cheese."

Bobby was looking at me. The damned blanket kept falling away from my breast.

"God, Jerilyn… you sure are pretty. Even with that chain around your neck."