Robert Vickers - His daughter_s keeper

Mr Strong never did things by half measures.

She began to cry as the pain slithered up her legs like some horrid snake intent on devouring her tender young body. By the time she was trembling in ill-suppressed rage and pain, Mr. Strong came back in. He walked around her, studying her.

"Yes, I think you're about ready. You understand that pain is necessary. Without pain you can never know true pleasure. There isn't any other comparison possibly. Understand pain and know the greatest pleasures of any human on this planet."

"You bastard!" she gasped out. "Why are you doing this to me? I hate you! I hate you!"

"Why am I doing this? I just told you. For your education in matters of a sexual nature. Pain, you have that. Pleasure, that is to come. Now we must find some way of fine tuning your nerves. Most women respond only to the coarsest of stimuli. You, however, are to be trained to respond to the lightest touch, the most fleeting pleasure possible."

She watched in mute horror as he took a long feather from an inside pocket and drew it between his fingers a few times. "Yes, a simple feather. Nothing else."

And then he lightly ran it along the line of her jaw. She tossed her head and sent a cascade of bright red hair showering down into her eyes. He pushed the hair back with the feather. The teenager could hardly stand the feel of it. The feather might have been dipped in acid for the response it caused in her body.

"Yes, you begin to understand, don't you? The feather stimulates in ways totally at odds with the pain you feel. Yet you can tolerate both and the effects blur. Pleasure and pain become one. Like this."

He flicked the feather across her aroused nipples. She came. The entire universe exploded around the girl in the suddenness of her orgasm. The light touch of the feather against her nipples set her off again and again until she swung heavily from the padded cuffs.

"See? It can be paradise. Or torture."

The feather sought to steak along the line between the black comet and the top of her pussy mound. She cringed and actually screamed. It felt as if the man used a scalpel to cut her open. The feather which had given her intense pleasure before now gave only pain.

"A matter of knowing where to apply the feather. You didn't seem to like that. How about this?"

The feather inched lower, dragged delightfully over her clit and when he began stroking back and forth along her sex gash, she came again. The top of her head felt as if it blew off, so great was the orgasm. And he didn't stop. The feather continued to work against her cunt lips, teasing, tickling, tonying with the rigid flaps of delicate flesh. He duelled lightly with her clit again and sent her soaring off to the heights of human pleasure.

She closed her eyes tightly and allowed the delightful feelings to totally possess her. The pain from the stretching was almost gone as far as she could tell. All that mattered was the man and the feather, the way he was drawing it along her most sensitive flesh. When he attempted to get the tip of the feather into her asshole, she came again. While her asscheeks were tightly clenched against that possibility, the light caresses of the feather made her respond fully.

The girl actually swung back and forth in the chains as she came and felt no pain. Then the feather vanished. It wasn't stroking her nipples or her clit. Her cunt lips no longer responded to its teasing touch. She had been abandoned once again.

"See what I meant about learning to respond fully?" he taunted her. She almost cried aloud when she felt the chains lengthening on her wrists. The agony rocketing into her legs blotted out any feeling of achievement, however. The pain was too intense for her to stand. She collapsed to the floor, her hands still pulled above her head by the cuffs.

"Suck my cock while you're down there," came the cold order. She blinked twice to make sure he was actually saying such a thing. Suck his prick? After he had torutured her?

Or was it torture? She'd gotten off on the feather more than she had any other thing he'd done to her. Pleasure more intense than any she'd ever felt before had been hers. Maybe it could be again – if she obeyed this strange, dark-visaged, gaunt man.

The cock was in front of her lips, limp as a sleeping snake. She managed to get closer to it, the chains restricting her movement a little bit. The tip of his prick sucked into her mouth easily and, once there, she began to chew and gnaw gently on it. She was immediately rewarded by its stiffening response.

"Ummm, you do that well dye was right. You are most expert at giving head. But there is so much I can teach you about this particular art. Ummm, yes, yes! That is good but you must use your tongue more. Ah, that is exactly what I like!"

She ran her rough, pink tongue around the rim of his prick and teased it erect. When her mouth overflowed with the man's ponderous cock, she began bobbing her head up and down, fucking her own face. The big shaft easily split her lips apart. When the purpled glans bounced off the roof of her mouth, she gulped.

The cock ran all the way down into her throat.

The girl fought down the urge to choke. After a brief moment of panic, the instant passed. She rose up and twisted around slightly to make sure that his prick remained lodged firmly behind her Adam's apple. Swallowing a couple times seemed to stimulate him. The bouncing Adam's apple pressed directly into the most sensitive portion of his prick.

"I like that. Shows imagination. Keep going!" he urged her. She wanted to tell him off but decided it was better to keep her mouth working on his cock. She vividly remembered the pain he could inflict with the riding crop still dangling from his fingers.

She finally had to back off enough to let the cock slide from her throat. Gasping in deep draughts of air, she filled her lungs and then began face fucking mote avidly – and found herself being pulled erect by the chains around her wrists.

She fought hard to keep her lips pressed to the very end of the man's cock and failed. The chains on her wrists tightened and pulled her entirely erect again until she was precariously balanced on tiptoe.

"There, that should be enough fellatio to get me interested in other orifices in your body." He stroked with the feather along her belly. Again she felt a stab of pain. The pain was instantly replaced by a shuddery feeling deep in her cunt when he moved the attentions of the feather down to her clit again. "Nice, isn't it. And it will be even nicer!"

He moved behind her. She felt his long, eager prick seeking her cunt from the rear. Then he stabbed up and forward. His fleshy sword of prick sheated itself fully in her cunt.

The girl's senses exploded in orgasm. The sudden entry shouldn't have done anything but give her pain. It had made her come instead. The man had skillfully coaxed the desired reaction from her body, as if by magic. She was sobbing and shaking from the reaction when she realized his prick was slowly slipping from her agitated pussy.

"Stop! Don't take it out! Leave it in my cunt! I need your big, swollen prick in me! Meeee!"

"Ah, there is the secret. I shall fuck you with my cock in the way I decide is best."

He reached down and placed his hands just above the tops of her black silk stockings. Lifting her body slightly, he swung her forward. This placed her pussy directly in line with his jutting prick. And then he rammed into her cunt as hard as he could.

The impact of his prick into her pussy jarred the girl's teeth. She moaned loudly, wondering if anyone would ever hear her cries if she screamed. The redhead decided no one would care. Or Miss Olson would hear and come to gloat over the girl's predicament.

"Now we wing it. How does it feel to be suspended only by your wrists – and my prick?" he demanded. Words failed the girl. She tried to sort out all her feelings and got lost in the tangled emotions.