I brought her as close to orgasm as I dared and then stopped, pulling my head sharply from between her legs and grabbing the thin blade Tasha had left on the nightstand for me sometime while I was busy bringing her sister to a peak of lust. I watched the little slut, her eyes closed, her face flushed with lust, her lashes laying long against her cheeks, her hips grinding slowly against the rope as she sought to complete the pleasure my tongue had born in her. With one quick, easy motion I reached behind her and cut the rope which was covering the pussy and ass from

I reached up and took a nipple ring in each hand. I paced her movements with the rings; they left no doubt as to the speed and magnitude I wanted. When I was ready to cum I pulled her off me. Grabbing her by her long hair, I shoved my throbbing cock into her mouth. She used her tongue and lips frantically. Her hips were involuntarily thrusting her pussy against my thigh and soft whimpers of need escaped around my shaft. I couldnt hold back any longer and came. She swallowed as she had been trained to do.

She had no idea what she was doing, but her hips were moving and my cock was sliding in and out of that tight cunt. I put my hands on her hips and subtly began guiding her movements, making them slower and longer, making her hips slide and I had felt it before she had, noticed the change in her movements, how my hands went from subtly guiding her to merely resting on her narrow hips, which had started to thrust and gyrate with an unwelcome urgency, her breathing slowly quickening as a blush had started to spread over her face and breasts. She stopped dead still, horrified at what she was feeling, starting at herself in the mirror with wide eyes.

"Damn." "Yes, well, I have a proposition for you." "..." "I want free access to your sister." "I dont know..." "I can give you something..." "Money?" "No, but, if you dont like my suggestion, I wouldnt mind exploring that option. No, I was thinking about Lily." "Lily?" "Yes, that young woman who seduced your sister." "What about her?" "Do you like her?" "She is hot." "Yes she is. I can tell you how you can have her, whenever you want.

Exactly a week since I had spent the night with Kaley, I stood straining in my masters garage, my legs spread by a spreader, my arms stretched, bound together, over my head, stretching me, forcing my to my toes, my breasts flat against my chest. I was nude except for a short flared, pleated skirt wrapped around my hips and a blindfold around my head. He had kept me there for almost ten minutes, until the heat from the lights and the strain of standing on my toes had brought out a slick sheen of sweat to cover my body.

I guided her upstairs and into her room. It was was important that we be in her room, in the place where she had always felt the safest, where she could always go to escape the world. My job wasnt just to rape this beautiful girl, but to fill her with such shame and self-loathing, to shred any sense of self she had, that she would be easy prey for her stepfather.

That night I told my master all about what had happened with Kaley. He seemed only slightly interested, but only used my mouth and throat that night, forbidding me from cumming. It drove me crazy when he did that; I could barely think the next day, my mind obsessed with desire, everything reminding me of what my body needed, craved. When I left, he gave me explicit instructions, my stomach knotting as he spoke. The next evening I was over at Kaleys for the night. Her parents were gone as usual, and we were sitting in our pjs panties and long t-shirts

I didnt recognize myself. Her face was a mask of desire and lust and need. Full lips glistened, slightly parted; a soft, rounded face seemed to glow; small wisps of brown hair had escaped the pony-tail and, wet with perspiration, hung wildly in front of her face. The eyes, the eyes, big, brown, wide eyes seemed to speak: innocence, submission, want, and lust all shone

I jumped up and practically ran into Mr. Camerons living room, where he keeps one of his computers. I logged into my secret email account and there they were; bigger, clearer, more detailed. The pictures. I remember pulling them up one by one, staring at them, my mind hazing over, one hand on the mouse and the other clenching my thigh. I dont know how long I was sitting there, but I do know that I was staring at the last picture,

Sexy slutty cunt-girl Amy told me a lot of things that afternoon in the pool, the taste of her and Mr. Cameron still in my mouth. My head was swimming, and that bitch Amy wasnt helping my using her toes to diddle my pussy, keeping me all revved up. I had thought that having Amy as my own was cool--this was even better. This was the fuckin best. I wanted to shove the little bitchs head under water and hold her there while she sucked me to cum after cum,