Robert Vickers: His daughter_s keeper

"Ah I wish I could do that, but I'd be severely punished if I allowed you to escape. In a way, I'm as much a prisoner here as you are. I'm allowed to get out of the mansion now and then, but only when Mr. Strong is sure of my destination and intentions. He never takes chances. Really, he isn't a bad man. It's that bitch Miss Olson. Goddamn, but I hate that cunt! I could…" He bit off the vicious words forming as he sat down on the bed beside the prone body of Carole.

"You mean you won't let me go?" she sobbed. "I was counting on you. I thought you were different from them."

"I am. Up to a point. I'm not stupid and letting you go would be really dumb on my part. It's too complicated to explain, but Mr. Strong holds me here with bonds stronger than those ropes on your lovely little wrists."

"Wh-what are you going to do now?"

"I was told to come up here and make sure you were in fit shape for Mr. Strong. He's supposed to return sometime this evening. I know how he likes his women dressed and I'm supposed to deck you out in lacy finery."

Carole shivered a little, gooseflesh rippling her smooth white skin. Not for the first time since the man had entered the room did she realize she was mother naked. She crossed her legs in a vain attempt to hide her flame colored pussy mound from him. Somehow, his seeing her naked bothered her more than anything else done to her so far.

"Don't worry, Carole," he said, putting a gentle hand on her hip. "I won't hurt you. As I said, we're both prisoners even if you're the one wearing the chains." He stroked over the smooth curve of her buttocks, then quietly added, "I think you're beautiful. Don't be afraid of me."

"I… I'm not. Honest!"

"Good. Now let's get you dressed for the party tonight." He rose and went to a small cabinet standing near the door. He opened it and began pulling out long, silky black stockings. Then he produced a ruffled black garter belt, a pair of black panties and a firm corset. He returned and dropped these to the bed.

"Stand up and I'll dress you," he said. As if anticipating her frightened request, he hastily added, "I can't let you loose. I have to do it. Just cooperate and we both might enjoy this."

Carole glumly nodded and stood, still a bit frightened of him. He licked his lips and his eyes widened just a little as he dropped to his knees. His face was about even with her coppery red bush. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss it, then he stroked down the length of her leg, his hand rippling the silky flesh. She sighed and lifted her left leg for him.

As the black silk stocking slipped over her delicate foot and up onto her calf, she moaned in stark pleasure. The feel of the luscious, rich stocking against her skin turned her on. And his hands! They were exciting! They touched all the way as he smoothed out any nonexistent wrinkles and pulled the stocking snugly up around her thigh.

"There," he said. "That's nice." As quick as a striking snake, he kissed the inside of her thigh, then looked up guiltily at her. "I couldn't help myself," he confessed.

"Don't stop," Carole found herself saying, much to her surprise. "I… I liked it!"

He smiled and began putting on the other stocking. His hands aroused her as they gently glided up over her calves, paused at her knees, then pressed warmly into her luscious thighs. The soft flesh of her inner leg was treated to special consideration by the butler. His hands stroking his cheek brushed the flesh until she felt her beginning to respond.

The girl didn't know whether that was something she should blame on the man or herself. She didn't want to get sexually uptight over him.

But there seemed no way to avoid it. He was dressing her and his hands had to come close to her twat. There was no other way he could put those clingy stockings onto her legs.

She sighed as his hands stroked ever closer to her cunt. She knew the thick juices we leaking front between her pursed cunt lips down and running thickly down they inside of her thigh. She sobbed out loud, "Go on, Clive, fuck me! God, I can't stand it! You turn me on something fierce! I want you to fuck me!"

His lips brushed across her clit and sent lightning blasting into her belly. She couldn't stand on her rubbery legs any longer. She collapsed to the bed, the chain around her neck rattling loudly. The girl opened her black stocking clad legs in wanton invitation to the man. Her gooey, glistening pussy lips gaped wide open as she told him, "Hurry! I need you in me. I want to feel your swollen prick fucking me!"

"I can't Carole. Really. This isn't part of my job!" She could tell the man was agonizing over it.

He was as turned on as she was. He was the only one in the entire place that had treated her with anything but contempt. While she didn't delude herself into thinking she was in love with the man, she wanted to give him a little treat to thank him for his kindnesses. And to relieve some of that intolerable sexual frustration she felt.

When her father had raped her, she hadn't gotten off. When she sucked Clive off in the car, all she did was stir her own passions. No surging orgasm for her. And then Miss Olson had pushed her to the limits only to stop short of real satiation. She was horny. She was hornier than hell and demanded a hard cock fucking her needy cunt.

And Clive wouldn't give it to her.

"Please!" she urged. "I said I'd do anything. I'm all yours. But take me now!"

"I'd better put the garter belt on. No, the panties first." He held them up and she saw with horrified fascination that they were crotchless. He slipped them up her stocking clad legs and wiggled the smooth silken panties over her buttocks. The coolness stimulated her and made her even hornier than before. When he gently parted the lacy opening that revealed her cunt through the panties, she got off. It wasn't a big come. Only a little tremor passed through her body, but it was enough to show her she was primed and ready for some real action.

"You're driving me wild, Clive. Use me like they would, but stuff that cock of yours into my hungry cunt!" The words were foreign to her lips and she felt uncomfortable using them. But strangely, the stirred desire in her belly as nothing else had done. The words were forbidden and they made her all the more eager to fuck.

She wiggled her ass enough to make sure the panties were firmly in place. The way her pussy was slobbering, the thick juices from her interior would soon plaster the cloth firmly to her cunt lips. But she didn't care. She had Clive's hand stroking up and down her legs again, as he put on the garter belt.

The elastic twanged as he slipped it into place around her waist and began to fasten the stockings to tiny elastic tabs. She watched in growing fascination as her youthful body was converted into something so incredibly provocative and seductive she couldn't believe it. If only she wasn't chained like a clog!

Staining at her bonds, she tried to get her hands free. The ropes only cut into her wrists. Clive shook his head and told her, "I'm an expert at tying knots. You can't possibly get those undone. All you'll end up doing is cutting off all the circulation in your hands."

He fastened the corset around her waist. It pushed her tits up and supported them from underneath while allowing the nipples to poke over the very top of the garment. Tying the bindings so tightly around her waist she gasped for air, he soon finished.

"Look in the mirror," he told her. He stood back and panted heavily, and not from exertion.

Carole couldn't possibly miss the huge mound forming at his groin. His erection had to be paining him terribly by now – almost as much as the urges in her cunt were gnawing away at her.

Carole gasped when she saw her reflected image in the full length mirror beside the bed. She could hardly believe this seductive woman was really the naive teenager who'd been kidnapped earlier in the day. She turned from side to side and watched the flare of her tits as they protruded over the top of the corset. Her ass flared out behind, held in a silky cup by the thin black of the panties. On impulse, she turned her back to the mirror and bent forward. By looking backwards, she could see the panties opening up in the crotch and bright red pussy fur poking out.