Robert Vickers: His daughter_s keeper

"Yes, master," she replied, wondering if this was the right thing to say to him.

Apparently it was, for he laughed. "I like that. A dumb bitch who knows when to get hot for her master." The tube came ripping from her ass and took her by surprise. She barely had time to close off her anus entirely to keep the noxious fluid from running down her legs.

"Stand up straight and spread those legs of yours. You know how to do that, I'm sure. You put out for anything. Even a dog."

Fear clutched at Carole's chest and almost stopped her heart. He'd said she put out for a dog. Had that mysterious licking tongue while she was tied and blind been a dog rather than a human? She couldn't remember all the details. It might have been a guy licking her cunt. The cold feeling almost neutralized the burning sensation in her belly.

He slapped her and brought her back to her senses. "Don't daydream. I want you responsive to me."

She obediently spread her legs even though it was more difficult keeping the kerosene enema inside. She thrust her pelvis forward a bit and tucked her ass underneath so that she could maintain her firm hold over her anal sphincter muscle. This seemed to work, but it also incited the man to comment.

"So you're hot for my cock, eh? I guess I'll just have to fuck that cunt of yours, then. And don't let one Goddamn drop of that enema out or you'll be in a world of trouble!"

She shivered as he moved forward and positioned himself in front of her. She closed her eyes and waited. When nothing happened, she opened her eyes and looked directly into the polar eyes of Mr. Strong. The man was quietly laughing at her. Glancing down she saw his prick, still limp but jerking and bucking into erection.

It was like watching a snake charmer and his snake. The cock rose up, twitched and started back down only to repeat the process until it was throbbing with life. The purpled cock head was poised just inches away from her drooling pussy. Her cunt juices even leaked out and went down the inside of her leg in a thick stream.

"That's not the kerosene, is it?" he demanded. He dragged a rough finger along her thigh and made her quiver. "Lick my finger off and tell me what it is."

She cringed but sucked his finger into her mouth. The salty, tangy taste assured her it was her own love juices. She told him so.

"You'd lie simply to protect yourself from a beating. But I'm inclined to allow you to get away with this lie because it pleases me." He moved closer, his arms circling her waist. His arms tightened and bent her backwards enough so that he could drive directly up into her yearning cunt.

She gasped as his prick penetrated her. The pussy lips hardly posed any barrier at all to his surging assault on her inner cunt. The teenager had to struggle to keep her anal muscles tight and prevent the enema from rushing out. The suddenness of his fucking had taken her by surprise. And that was almost her undoing.

She felt the added pressure inside her pussy. His cock stretched her almost virgin cunt walls to the breaking point and this added pressure to her already tight intestines filled with enema. The way she felt, she might explode from the fluid pressure at any moment. Just as she was sure she would have to relax and allow the horrid liquid to run out her ass, he pulled his prick from her cunt.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she almost lost control. Everything was intent on robbing her of that enema she had been told to hold inside her.

She gasped again as his prick reentered her body. The fucking took its toll on her as she quivered with excitement and fear and allowed just a bit of the fluid to escape.

The instant she felt it running down her leg, she panicked. "Please, master, no! I can't do it! I just can't!"

He laughed and began fucking her with short, rapid strokes designed to burn her pussy up with friction. She felt the heat from his cock spreading throughout her loins. This joined with the heat seething in her bowels from the enema and made her come to a boil inside. Her raging emotions took too much out of her. She screamed and another gush of the burning liquid forced into her guts came out.

The man didn't seem to notice. He was fucking her faster now. She hardly thought it was possible for him to do so, but he did. The feel of his prick against the sides of her twat sent shivers of desire pulsing throughout her body. His hard, virile prick almost made her forget that he was the one responsible for the horrible, burning ache in her guts.

But forget it she did. All she knew was that he was giving her pleasure such as she'd never known before. She wanted to please him as she had no man in the world. He was in control, he was dominant, he was her master. All she had to do was hold in the enema and he would fuck her all night long.

His cock drilled deeper into her cunt as he bent her backward even more. She was having a harder time keeping the enema inside as his cock found new and different angles of entry into her seething, boiling, churning twat. Her cunt had never been more alive. Each nerve sang its own separate song of delight.

And he fucked faster. She could hear the lewd smucking noise each time his prick broke the suction generated by her tightly clinging pussy. The girl was being driven out of her mind frying to obey him. The passions running loose in her offset the need for caution.

As she came, she screamed and the torrent of shit and kerosene gushed from her asshole.

He fucked her two or three more times, then simply dropped her into the vile pool on the floor. His prick continued bucking, slippery from her cunt juices.

Looking down at her, he said, "You disobeyed me. You allowed yourself to spew forth all that filth." He took his hand and put it around his huge prick. A few quick strokes up and down it and he came. The white jets of his jism arched through the air and spattered over Carole's face and onto the floor near the pool of liquid that had been held inside her for so long.

"Lick it up. All of it."

"Yes, master, whatever you say, master." And she did. She wanted to please him. She had failed him and anything she could do to redeem herself was all alright. As long as he fucked her again.

When she had finished her awful task, he said nothing. He merely left the room. She cried for an hour.

Carole couldn't remember how long she waited for Mr. Strong to return. For some reason she couldn't begin to understand, she had fallen under his powerful spell. For him, she would do anything. Anything at all, no matter how degrading.

She lived solely for his kind word, a passing glance, even his touch. And to have him fuck her would be the finest thing in the world. She was actually sorry she had let him down by allowing all the smelly, vile liquid to pour from her bowels. She had tried to hold it in and had failed. She had failed him.

The redhaired girl stood and went back to the bed and sat there, feeling sorry for herself. Her hands were still handcuffed firmly behind her back but Mr. Strong had allowed her off the leash that had held her since she'd come to this mansion. Getting some of her strength back, she rose and went to peer out the window. The bars on the window were obviously steel and too firmly planted in the stone work of the window sill for her to ever hope to escape that way.

Still, did she really want to escape? What did she have to look forward to on the outside world? Her father was a rapist. He had sold her into slavery, raped her, and all for money. She couldn't go back to him. And there was no way she could ever face her friends back at school. They wouldn't understand the feelings that rampaged through her now. They were children while she stood on the brink of being a woman.

That rape had done more to her than simply open her cunt up to any prick seeking it out. It had made her all too aware of her own body and its needs. She had denied those needs for so long that it had seemed natural to her. Now that a world of desire had been forced on her, she needed cock and lots of it. Passionately, she needed fucking.