John Kellerman: Sex slave virgins

"Ohhhh, Royce, ohhhh, God, ohhhhh, no! Ohhhhh, shit!"

Slamming her hard, Royce save a final shudder and slumped down against her back, his hot mouth drooling against her shoulder. For a moment, Mary had no idea who she was or where she was. But what had surprised her was the intensity of her climax. She'd never come like that before. Never in her whole life. When the big man rolled off of her, she saw her missing chapstick on the bed where her cunt had been. The convulsive tension of her pussy while Royce had fucked her ass had forced it out. She palmed the thing so the big man wouldn't see. Now her embarrassment was complete. But over shadowing it was the radiant afterglow of her come.

When Mary limped back to her bed that night. She didn't tell Teresa what had happened. She wasn't particularly proud, even if her sexual experience had been broadened somewhat. She was confused, more than anything. She hadn't liked the idea of what Royce had done to her, but just remembering the act itself made her tingle all over. She'd really come hard. And Royce had known it.

They were just waking up next morning when Royce brought breakfast. It looked as if he'd worked overtime fixing it, and neither of them could complain they weren't being fed well while in captivity.

"Fattened up for the kill," Teresa said, her mouth full of biscuit.

"No, I think you were right about what you said. Royce just doesn't seem like the type to hurt anybody. At least not young girls like us."

"What made you come around to that idea?" Teresa asked, giving Mary a funny look. "Did he pay you a visit last night?"

"Of course not!"

"Aw, you don't have to lie about it. I heard him take you out." Teresa put a bite of egg in her mouth. "And he practically had to carry you back in. Then you took a bath, right? So what did he do that made you feel like you had to clean up?"

Blushing furiously, Mary stared at her plate. "Nothing."

"Like hell. I'll bet he fucked you, too, didn't he?"

"You can look if you want," Mary blurted. "I'm still a virgin."

"Oh, hell, I'll take your word for it. But something must have happened." Teresa smiled again. "I'll bet he's pretty fond of your bottom. I wish mine was nice and curvy like yours."

"That's funny," Mary giggled. "I've always envied your slender shape."

"Maybe both of us are pretty nice looking."

Mary grew serious again. "Teresa, we've got to try to get out of here today."

"I'm going to work on this lock pretty soon," her friend admitted. "Don't worry. We can get out if we really try."

"You'd think his boss would know about this."

"Maybe the boss is away," Teresa shrugged, finishing her toast and pushing her plate away. "While the boss is away, Igor will play."

"He wouldn't like to hear you calling him Igor."

"I'll bet Igor was never hung like Royce is! God, that thing is…" Teresa shivered and a strange smile played across her face. "I wonder what it would feel like to have it all the way inside…"

"Teresa! You don't really mean that, do you?"

"Course not," Teresa said quickly, standing up. "I was just talking."

But her friend's comment had Mary thinking, too. She was vividly remembering just how deep Royce's huge cock had penetrated her body. Much deeper than it had speared Teresa! He'd fucked Mary's ass and rubbed her clit and chewed on her neck and ears until she'd had the most breath stopping come of her life. She couldn't forget something so intense. And thinking of the way that swollen prick had felt in her mouth made her pussy slippery inside. She stifled a moan and rubbed a hand across her cunt-mound. Just then, the door was opened and Royce filled the room.

"Hey girls, how you feel today now?"

Mary was sure she saw Teresa give the huge man a little smile. Mary tried to avoid his eyes. She couldn't help taking a peek at his crotch. The snake-like lump extended down one pants leg and she could even make out the ridged shape of his cock-head. It made her nipples tingle and she sucked in a quick breath.

"You!" Royce said sharply, pointing at Mary. "Come with me."

"No!" she whimpered. But the big man grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the room. Teresa looked worried, but the door was shut in her face and Royce locked it and shoved the key in his pocket.

"Nate want to look at you."

"Nate Rexford?" Mary gasped.

"None other. You heard of him, huh?"

"Everybody's heard of him. He's one of the richest men in this part of the country, isn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess boss have lot of money. But one thing he like more than money." Mary was afraid to ask, so she didn't. "Virgins," Royce said and laughed like he'd lost his mind. "Lucky I save you last night. Or I be out of job." He wrenched her around roughly. "And when you see Mr. Rexford, you don't say nothing what I did last night, okay? I can make rough on you."

Mary nodded. She was in a state of shock as she was pushed ahead of Royce up the carpeted stairs. This part of the house was more richly furnished than the basement. She could smell money everywhere. Her bare feet sunk into the rug that seemed to go on forever down a long hallway. Royce pulled her up short at a large, fancy door. She felt foolish in her shirt and bikini.

Royce touched a button by the door and nodded to her. "You wait here." Then he hurried away.

For a moment, Mary thought of running down the hall. Maybe she could hide somewhere, or find a window to scream from. But the big house was on a huge estate. Who would hear her? Still, she could delay things, make it hard for them to find her. It was too late. The door opened and she was staring into the blue eyes of a tall, well-built man.

Nate Rexford was younger than she'd imagined. Or did he just look young? Yes, not that she could see him better, she realized he was the type of man who kept good care of his body and face. He had on a short, velvet robe that showed off his muscular legs. He was nearly as blonde as she was, and his hair was long at the nape of his neck.

"So, you're one of the nymphs who decided to pay me a visit yesterday."

Mary took a step back. "It's not like that at all. We didn't…"

Nate took her hand and pulled her into the room. The rug was blue, the sofa snow-white. There were expensive paintings and sculpture everywhere. He snuggled an arm around her waist and walked her toward a fancy cabinet. It opened to reveal an array of bottles. Nate turned his blue eyes on her as if judging what her taste might be. Then he chose a bottle.

"Mary. That's your name, isn't it?"

"Yes." Mary looked at her hands. She was twisting the bottom edge of her shirt. She felt so naked in that damned bikini. The skimpy, satin thing clung to her plush ass like it was a second skin and she knew she was growing damp.

Nate had mixed her a drink. She took it, afraid to say no. To her surprise, it tasted very good. She slugged half of it down without thinking. She needed a little courage.

"If you'd just let us go, we'd promise never to bother you again," she said at last.

"But then I wouldn't be able to get to know you," Nate said. He touched her shoulder gently. Even through her shirt, she could feel his sensuality. She trembled and took another mouthful of the drink he'd given her. Nate smiled. "And I do want to get to know you. I understand that you're a virgin."

Red faced, Mary frowned, then nodded. She didn't know how to act around such an unsettling person. She didn't know whether he was making fun of her or merely tormenting her before he tried to get his hands inside her bikini.

"Then you'll be curious about sex, won't you?"

"I'm not at all curious!" she blurted.

"Don't be silly. Everybody is. Even we who already know a lot." He let his hand slide down her back, down to where her waist curved out. Mary shivered and turned slightly, but the man touched her ass then, petting one perfect cheek as he traced the line of the bikini. Mary closed her eyes, clinging to her drink with both hands as she touched the glass to her lips once more.