John Kellerman: Teenage sex slave

"I can't even go down for a drink of water?"

"There's a bathroom connecting your bedroom."

"Connecting my bedroom? With what other room…"

"Mr. Blake's room." He turned to descend the stain. I started after him. This time his look was one of bored suffering.

"If you insist on leaving this part of the house, I'll be forced to watch you." He stood there, waiting to see what I was going to do next.

I turned angrily and went back to my room.

Like he said, the bathroom connected my bedroom to another, even larger one. It was obviously a place where a man slept. There was heavy, mahogany furniture covered with leather. I tried to lock the door. No luck. I went and sat on the bed and felt as freaked out as I'd ever felt in my whole life.

Nat came in suddenly, closed the door behind him. He was carrying a bunch of silk scarves of various colon. I felt like I was in some kind of weird movie. I blinked and stood up. He stopped there and looked at me.

"You are growing older every day," he said.

I frowned. "Why are you locking the door?"

"It's better that way," Nat said, slipping the key into his pocket. He walked towards me.

"I could run through the bathroom and out your bedroom…"

"… locked." He smiled. "Today, Jerilyn, your new life begins. You'll have to grow used to my discipline. But if you don't fight it…"

"Tomorrow is Monday," I said, trying to control my voice. "Maybe you forgot. But on Monday I go to school."

"Arrangements have been made…"

"Arrangements?"

"You'll be tutored here."

"Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus Christ!" I sat down on the bed hard. Now I was really scared. "What's going on?"

"Because I've wanted this for a long time." Nat pulled the silk scarves through his fingers as he eyed my legs. "And I'm used to finally getting what I want. Undress! Now!"

I swallowed hard. "Undress…"

I stood up and undid the button of my jean shorts. If only I could think. If only I had time to figure out a plan. I slid my shorts down and let them puddle at my ankles. Nat smiled. My fingers shook as I undid the knot of my shirt and slipped it back over my shoulders. Think… think what to do! His eyes changed when the edges of the denim material hung for a moment on my nipples and then fell away. I wadded the shirt and held it in one hand as if I was about to drop it on the floor.

Then I flung it in his face… hard!

"You!" He lunged, but I was already heading for the bathroom.

I slammed the door and leaned my weight against it hard. He hit it from the other side with his shoulder. I knew this little game wouldn't last long. He hit it again. The door lurched half open but I managed to shove it closed again. Then I knew he'd be getting back to hit it another blow. I let the door go and looked around for something to hit him with.

The back of the toilet, bowl… that heavy, porcelain covet. I got it above my head and stood there to one side of the door, waiting for him to come crashing through. Nothing. I started to sob quietly. I was so scared I didn't know my own name. Then the door swung open. I held the heavy cover higher and gritted my teeth.

"Come out, Jerilyn." His voice was emotionless and flat. And it cut through me, sapping my resolve. I lowered the weapon I'd found. I felt defeated, lost. Nat stepped through the doorway then took the cover from me.

"Into my room!" He was standing very close. A silk scarf brushed my arm. "Obey me, Jerilyn."

I obeyed. When I was standing in the middle of his bedroom, Nat came over and smiled at me.

"You'll have to be punished for that little trick," he said. "That's going to be the style of your new life. Reward and punishment, depending on how you act. With you, I think it'll mostly be punishment." He looked at my feet.

I did what be wanted and stepped out of them. Nat led me behind a big leather chair. The back of it was even with my hips. He bent me over it and looped a silk scarf around each of my wrists. I couldn't see how he knotted them so fast. The silk felt smooth on my skin. I told myself I wasn't going to cry. And almost immediately I began to sob.

"Ahhh, how beautiful. A lovely nymph crying." He pulled another, longer scarf through the ones that bound my wrists together. He tied that to the two front legs of the chair. I was bent over the back of it, held firmly forward, my arms stretched out as far as they'd go. Then he knelt to bind my ankles to the back legs. I continued to cry. I knew that something was happening to my body, something I had no control over.

"I was surprised that first time in my office," Nat said. "I hadn't realized how receptive you were to stuff like this…"

"I'm not receptive to anything." I cried harder than ever. "You're crazy! You're really crazy! You should be in jail…"

My ankles were bound firmly now. I was stretched over the back of that chair like some animal being offered for sacrifice. At least my panties were still on. Nat rubbed a hand over the plump swells of my ass.

"I don't believe in whips," he said. "I'm an old-fashioned man at heart."

His hand went away. But when it came back again, it came back hard! The smack made my asscheeks glow with heat and I could feel the smarting shape of his hand on my flesh even when he'd taken it away again.

I whimpered and writhed against the chair back.

I jerked, every muscle in my body going rigid for a split second. The pain was sharp and keen, but it didn't last but a second. What followed was a spreading warmth that swept down over my cunt and across the insides of my thighs.

"Nooo… I'm sorry! Don't hit me any more!"

"What a lovely, lovely ass you have," Nat said. He was doing something with the elastic of my panties. I felt the taut band sliding down over my burning ass-cheeks. Then Nat kissed each, soft swell.

I shuddered. Hot juice spilled from my cunt. I was panting like a dog. Then Nat spanked me again, harder than any, of the other times. I gasped for air. As the pain went away, I was aware of Nat's lips again. He was licking the inflamed flesh of toy ass. The roughness of his tongue against my spanked ass was excruciating.

"Are you going to hit me again?" I whimpered. "I can't take any more!"

"No. That's enough. If you think you've learned your lesson."

"Oh I have… I have!"

"You won't try to escape again?"

I hesitated. Nat's hand left the reddened flesh of my ass. "NO! I won't ever try again!"

I kit exhausted. I was trying to keep my body still, but it felt so comforting to work my cunt-mound against the back of the chair. I couldn't explain it to myself I didn't care what Nat thought. He untied my feet tint and then my wrist. But when I stood up, he pulled my hands behind me and tied them again. That damned silk… it was woo soft and smooth. But it was as strong as a steel chain.

"What are you going to do now?"

Nat led me around to the front of the chair and pushed me down on my knees so that I faced it. Then he stood behind me. I could hear him undressing I looked up at the chair, empty now but… Yes, I could guess what was next.

Nat Blake was going to sit in that chair. That would make my head about even with his… cock… when he pulled me forward. I squirmed my ass around. My panties were around my thighs and they felt uncomfortable. Nat seemed to understand. I couldn't see him, but I felt him reaching between my thighs. There was the sound of a sharp knife blade cutting through nylon. I was naked.

"You won't be needing these any more," he said, caressing my belly.

He came around and stood next to me for a moment. I could hardly stand to took at him I was so frightened. He had the muscular body of an athlete. There wasn't, much fat on him at all. He had a hairy, broad chest and long, well-shaped legs. And his cock…