Robert Vickers: His daughter_s keeper

"Nonsense." Then, turning to Clive, Miss Olson snapped, "Leave us! Immediately. I'll ring when your services are required. My pretty-pretty and I really must get better acquainted."

Carole felt a rising tide of panic when she saw Clive silently leave the room. She wasn't sure she even liked him, but he was in the same predicament she was in. Both were under the thumb of this evil woman, subject to her whim.

"My, do you care so for him? We'll have to explore that relationship more fully. Later. It would be interesting watching him fuck your tight little cunt." Miss Olson came and sat on the bed. Her gentle hand stroked down the length of Carole's leg, the soft flesh flowing under her fingers like foam on the ocean. "So firm, so tender. And here!"

Carole screamed at the sudden intrusion of three fingers all the way up her cunt. The woman drove the fingers in even deeper and began to wiggle them, against the slippery walls of her cunt. The girl wanted to escape. The collar around her neck prevented it.

"Yes, here is nice and hot and quivery to the touch. I think you must have just recently been a virgin. This pussy is much too tight otherwise. Is that so?"

"Go to hell!" flared Carole. She writhed around the impaling spike of the woman's fingers. She felt like crying, but wouldn't give Miss Olson the satisfaction of seeing her openly cry like a child.

The girl vowed to take whatever the woman dished out and not whimper about it.

"Such language from one so young. Sixteen, yes, I remember that was what Mr. Strong said. And he told me to make sure you enjoyed your first day here at the house. I can see I will enjoy you."

She slipped full length onto the bed and spread the redhead's thighs as wide as possible. Burrowing into the vee of her legs, the woman's tongue lashed out and licked up tiny spires of pussy fur. Her tongue pressed hard into the girl's pussy lips then and made her gasp in reaction.

"You do like this, don't you, cunt? Well, you're going to get the tongue lashing of your life!"

The woman was true to her word. Carole felt the rough, wet tongue drive deep into her pussy, then wiggle around. This was infinitely more exciting than having the fingers cruelly thrust into her still-tender snatch. The toll her father had taken on her virgin cunt the day before had left her sore and aching. With the soothing roughness of the tongue surging in and out of her twat, she found a mixture of sensations impossible to describe.

She hated the woman. But she loved the way her tongue stimulated her. Miss Olson seemed to know all the right places to touch with a feathery caress, then to pound hard with her tongue. Each movement was designed to drive the teenager's desires to the breaking point. And the woman succeeded.

Carole sobbed loudly now, unable to put her words to lip. The wonderous sensations mounting in her belly were similar to those her father had built up when he was fucking her. She wondered if there was any release possible. The young girl had never had an orgasm in her life. The unfulfilled feeling left her frustrated and a little disappointed that this was all there was to fucking.

Rape wasn't the best way to start on a life of fucking, but she could have at least gotten her rocks off. Now, the woman's agile tongue drove into every fleshy crevice and stroked lewdly along the pussy lips guarding the cunt hole. She licked and slurped obscenely loud at the girl's flowing sex gash.

When she pursed her lips around Carole's cunt lips, then sucked hard, the girl thought she would lose her mind. The sensations ripping through her body were unlike anything she'd ever before experienced. She came for the first time.

"So," said Miss Olson, her lips covered with the gleaming cunt juice from Carole's twat, "you dig that, huh? You're going to love this!"

"Please, I… oh, ohhhh!" The girl's entire body tensed as the woman's tongue began a slow, methodical fucking. It drove in hard between the tensed, blood-engorged lips of her cunt to plunge far into her seething pussy. There, the rough, pink tongue swirled around like a berserk tornado touching each and every spot of those velvet hung cuntal walls. The retreat from her twat was as exciting to the girl as the entry. Miss Olson managed to make her tongue feel as if it were corkscrewing out.

Her tongue slipped under one edge of the blue-tinged pussy lip, then slid the entire length until she got to the front of the we. There, Carole's clit poked meekly up for a look. The woman's eager lips pounced on the tiny spire of erectile tissue. She pulled the straining organ into her mouth and gave it the full course of mouth love.

Lips caressed it. Teeth dragged harshly along its slick sides. A tongue batted it around as if it were a pea. Then the process was repeated, more intensely, more effectively. Carole came again. Her entire body exploded with desire. She felt her tits pumping hard with blood. Her belly tensed and the sexual frustrations she'd felt were allowed to run free for the first time.

She was woman. She knew the pleasures only a woman can experience. She crammed her snatch down into the woman's face for even more of this illicit lesbian lovemaking. The woman countered by draggging her tongue along the exterior of the girl's pussy lips.

"Please, Miss Olson," she begged. "Drive that tongue of yours back into me! I need it so badly."

"Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want!"

"I… I want your tongue in me, fucking my cunt. I need that tongue of yours inside me! Tongue fuck me, please!"

The girl was wild with desire. The woman's mouth had lit fires that refused to die down. Even though she'd gotten off a couple of times, she wanted more. This was the promise of fucking that had been denied her by all the events of the past few days. And now it was, going to be hers.

"Tongue fuck me as hard as you can! My cunt needs it!" she bellowed.

Then Carole realized Miss Olson was no longer between her legs. Nothing but a cool air current from the air conditioner stroked across her flame red pussy mound and agitated cunt lips. Opening her eyes, she saw Miss Olson standing by the door, licking the last of the pussy fluids from her lips.

"That's enough for now," Miss Olson said, then left.

Carole felt the fires of lust raging inside her and there wasn't a damned thing she could do to quench them. If she'd ever been more miserable in her life, she couldn't remember when.

Carole didn't know how long she lay on the bed, softly crying, hating both her captors and herself. She felt dirty, used, horribly degraded. The way her snatch felt was almost obscene. The woman had lit the fires of lust in the young girl's body, and then callously walked away before allowing her the ultimate fulfillment.

Carole hated with all the intensity she could summon up. She hated Mr. Strong for tempting her daddy the way he had. She hated her father for actually going through with this illicit deal that the man had proposed. She hated Miss Olson for the utter disregard for human feelings the woman openly showed.

She hated everything and everybody.

The teenager tried to roll over and get her hands in front of her. By doubling up her feet, she attempted to get her hands around her ankles and ten up in front of her. It didn't work. She couldn't bend tightly enough to accomplish it.

She turned and saw Clive enter the room. For a frenzied moment, she was actually glad to see him. They seemed to share the same destiny. Both were totally at the mercy of Miss Olson and Mr. Strong. Somehow, in a way she didn't even want to think about, she felt attracted to this strange, strong, silent man. He was the only pillar of strength in the entire world for her after her daddy had so viciously raped her.

"Clive!" she called out. "Please! Untie me. Let me go. I'm begging you. Anything you want!"