John Kellerman - Teenage sex slave

"Ohhh… noooo! Ohhhh Nat, please stop! I think I'm losing my mind!"

"Jerilyn… Goddamn… you fine little hunk of ass!"

Nat kissed me harder.

I was no match for his weird imagination… or for his strength. I was his slave! It was beginning to dawn on me that Nat wanted a slave, not a lover.

I must have passed out again, this time with Nat's cock deep inside my pussy.

My dreams were turbulent and mixed up. I dreamed now that I really had been put in a mental hospital. And that my doctor was Nat. He came and visited me in my padded cell. Of course his visits were completely private and part of my therapy was being chained to the wall and getting fucked.

Getting fucked and fucked and fucked.

Until all I saw when I closed my eyes was cocks!

I woke up alone.

And the first thing that entered my mind was how bad I wanted to come! Nat had made me suck him and then he had fucked me… and I remembered being so close before. Now I was crazed with that one thought.

"Ohhh, where am I?"

I pushed myself up on elbows. The morning light was coming in the window. There were birds outside. It was a normal day for millions of people in the world. Bait it wasn't that way for me.

I threw back the sheet. Satin sheet. I was in Nat's bed, in Nat's room. There was smears of dried cum on my skin… everywhere it seemed. When I moved my mouth, I could feel the stiffness of the stuff on my cheeks too. And there was a flat, sour taste in my mouth.

"Mmmmmnnnn… Ohhhh, I feel soooo funny." My cunt was mushy and swollen. When I sat up and crossed my legs, I could see that the outer lips were swollen. My clit jutted up slickly like it wanted to be rubbed.

What had Nat done to my mind? He had really changed something inside me! I knew it so well! It was a new hunger that ran through my nerves. I touched my feverish pussy. The muscles contracted and throbbed with hot blood.

"Nooo… Ohhhh God, I'm so horny I think I'm gonna die!"

I realized that for the first time in days, I was not tied or chained or anything like that. I swung my long legs out of bed and tried to stand up. So far so good.

Then I managed to walk to the bathroom door before my legs threatened to give way. I threw cold water over my body, spilling most of it on the floor. Then I dabbed myself clean and tried to keep my head from drifting off into thoughts of sex.

Ohhhh Christ! He'd really fucked me up. This insane lawyer! I went on through the bathroom to my own room. The broken glass had been cleaned up.

Did Nat suspect anything? And where was Bobby Jackson? It was too much to sort out now. I tried my door. Open!

I was in the hall before I realized I was stark naked. I went back inside my room and opened the closet. This time I found something. The red dress. The dress I'd worn that evening with Nat when he'd let me eat at the table like a human being. I slipped it over my shoulders. It wasn't much, and I didn't have any panties or shoes.

I was tiptoeing down the hall when I heard Nat's voice. There wasn't anyone else talking to him… just the low hum of his words. He was talking on the telephone… to my mother in New York.

"Yes, Cathryn, I mean it. I want to marry you as soon as you fly back… yes, Jerilyn is coming along nicely… We've reached an understanding. She still has some pretty vivid fantasies but we can work those out I'm sure…"

I put my hand to my head and slumped back against the wall. It was like living in a madhouse. Everybody was out to drive me crazy. But of course my poor mother didn't know the truth. And she would always believe Nat before she would take my doubtful word.

He had her under his thumb. And he was making plans to keep me there too!

"Ohhh God," I breathed, listening to him sweet-talking my mother.

Marry the old lady and have the daughter for free. And after the strange things Nat had done to my head, I doubted that I could resist his advances any more. I knew that the next time I felt something silk being tied around my wrists, or felt a chain on my neck… I knew I'd just about fall in the floor and come tight there.

Even now my body was feverish. It was unbelievable that I really wanted to be raped. Rut the imagery that flooded my head was that of being pushed down onto my knees… of having a hot cock stabbed into my mouth… and then bent over a bed and fucked from behind!

"I'm crazy. He's driven me crazy!"

I clapped a hand over my mouth and hurried back down the hall. My bare feet were quiet on the thick carpet. I had no plan. I plunged downstairs, expecting to be stopped by Nat's butler. But surprisingly enough, he was nowhere around.

The silk dress fluttered around my thighs and breasts as I ran. The front door was a few steps away and it seemed unbelievable that I'd gotten this far.

Had Nat made some kind of miscalculation? Or would the door be locked?

It was! I looked around, frantic and angry. The window in the front room. It had no bars on it, no grating or anything. I picked up a small table and straining, rammed it through the glass.

The sound was so loud I almost pissed. I didn't know how I got over that windowsill without cutting myself, but I did, and I was running across the big front lawn in the warm sunshine!

I made the curving drive before someone burst out of the house behind me. Of course, it had to be Nat! Would I make it to a neighbor's house before he caught me and dragged rue back? In this part of town the houses were far apart and many of them fenced in, or worse… walled.

And then I saw Bobby Jackson's car! He had been parked along the tree-lined street and now he jumped out!

He ran towards me. I saw a pistol stuck in his belt. He looked more scared than I was.

"Jerilyn… are you okay?"

I threw myself into his arms and turned my head to see if Nat was still coming.

Nat had stopped halfway down his front lawn and then walked in our direction. But Bobby had seen him chasing me! And he knew about the chains and everything!

"Get me out of here," I blurted. "Ohhhh, Bobby… please hurry before he takes me back!"

Bobby pulled the automatic from under his belt. It was just a twenty-two target pistol that Lorrie had told me he fooled around with sometimes. But it was big enough to make Nat stop.

"Now let's be sensible about this, young man!"

"You just stay back there, Mr. Blake, and everything will be fine."

"I could make a lot of trouble for you, Bobby," Nat said, grim-faced.

I clung to Bobby's body and pushed my mound against his thigh. I couldn't help it! Even with all this going on, I felt about to explode.

"Don't even talk to him, Bobby?" I whimpered. "Just get me out of here… now!"

Bobby pushed me into his car and ran around to the other side. He waved the gun at Nat to keep him back.

The red dress had flopped up my thighs so that my cunthair showed, but I didn't pay any attention. Bobby spun his tires as he turned around. Nat started for the car again, but we were squealing rubber down the hillside road that led back toward town.

"Oh Bobby…" I put my hands around his middle and knew that my tit was warming his bare arm. "You save me!"

I was crazy with gratitude. I started kissing his face and neck and whimpering happily. I couldn't believe it was over. I knew how a caged bird must foci when his door was accidentally left open. I'd been fed and given a place to sleep but I hadn't been free at all.

"I was sitting in my car trying to think of what to do when you came running out," Bobby said, his words tumbling out fast. "I would've shot that sonofabitch if I'd had to."

My body was in flames! I could feel the slick juice between the puffy lips of my cunt. I couldn't keep my ass still on the car seat. Bobby noticed too.

"Ohhhhh God Bobby, how can I thank you enough…"