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First Published: 22 January 2015

A Willing Student
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, BDSM, Punishment, Voyeurism

In year eight we all had to move to the High School, it was daunting, for a start, the High School was in the city, it was the first time most of us had come across city children and at thirteen years old we were really out of our depth. I had come from a school with just two hundred kids and I was one of the oldest, suddenly I was in a class that seemed to have two hundred kids in it, they made the noise of two hundred kids, you could tell the city kids, they all seemed taller, they all seemed to have darker skins, I had never seen a black person up close, before in my life and suddenly I was in a class with over half its students black and half of the rest were mixed race, the kids from my school stood out like stars in the night sky, you could also tell us from the city kids because we all looked terrified all of the time.

I'm Victoria Clark, home, if you can call it that is in a tiny village just outside of Northampton, my mother and father both worked in London so I had been brought up by a nanny, all through school, if we were told to draw or paint our family, my drawing always had four people in it, my mother, my father and Elsa, my nanny and me, the sad thing was, at my school back then no one batted an eyelid that a child would draw her nanny into a family picture. I knew that Elsa was my nanny but looked on her as my mother, my mother knew that Elsa was my nanny but looked on her as a maid or housekeeper, my father knew that Elsa was my nanny but looked on her as a 'fuck doll' and so, when my mother found out about my father and Elsa she was fired, and that was just days before I moved to high school.

I had needed a nanny because my mother was a Queen's Council in London and worked long hours, she always left home before I woke up in the morning and she was on so many committees and belonged to so many societies that she seldom came home before I went to bed during the week. My father was a banker, worked in Threadneedle Street, I saw him for about ten minutes in the mornings as he grabbed a slice of toast and cup of coffee before running out of the house to catch his train into the city, then I would see him in the evenings for an hour or so before I went to bed, so I didn't really have very much of a home or family life and after mum caught Elsa in bed with my father I saw even less of him, I think that he had set Elsa up in a flat in Northampton and spent his evenings there with her instead of at home with me.

Why did mum and dad stay together, I'd love to say it was for me but it wasn't, my mother needed a 'family', she was ambitious, she had her eye on becoming a circuit judge and eventually a Law Lord, they don't give out posts like that to women very often and never to a divorced woman, my father's job had more to do with the fact that my mother's father was the CEO of the bank that employed him. As far back as I can remember the huge house that we lived in was actually three houses in one, my father had one wing, the North of the house, he had his own bedroom, study, bathroom and small kitchen, the south of the house was my mother's private suite, bedroom, bathroom, study and dressing room. The middle of the house had my room with ensuite the nanny's room with ensuite, two guest bedrooms and a large bathroom. The ground floor had a ballroom, three reception rooms, dining kitchen and dining room. One day I took in a picture of my house to school, the city kids thought I was showing off pictures of the school I had been too before, they couldn't believe that only one family actually lived in a house so big.

Anyway, I'm babbling on now, you're all interested in my story, that's why you're all here, the story of my first boyfriend or should it be my first master, you'll have to decide that for yourself!

It was late spring, our village was a Rugby village in the cold months and a cricket village in the summer, on the edge of the village there are three rugby pitches and one cricket square on the main road into the village. I had, in an effort to court popularity, stopped after school on Friday, there was a youth club attached to the school and every Friday evening they had a disco, I was the only one in school uniform but that didn't matter too much, the fact that I was an outsider mattered more. I managed to spend almost three hours being ignored by the lower order, the only boy who tried to pull me was a Senegalese boy, he couldn't speak a word of English and stank of stale sweat, I was tempted to dance with him but came to my senses at the last minute and opted to catch the next bus home.

I sat on the top deck for the fifteen minute ride home, the bus passed the sports field and stopped outside the first house in the village, there wasn't a stop there but a badly parked BMW seven series had made it difficult for the bus to pass, I'm not really a car bore, I recognise the seven series because it was the only car my mother would drive, in fact the badly parked car looked a lot like my mother's car. I checked my watch, if it took much longer my mother might be home before me and then I'd have to explain why I hadn't come home straight from school, I soon got bored trying to calculate the angle the car was parked to the pavement and casually looked at the bedroom window of the first house. At the back of the room I could see someone wrapped in a bath towel, closer to the window I could see the naked hip and leg of someone lying on the bed, shiny black high heeled shoes said it was a woman on the bed, as I watched the towel suddenly drop to the floor and I realised that it was a very naked man, very naked and very muscular and he was walking towards the window, attracted possibly by a car trying to leave the village honking his horn at the bus for taking too long getting past the parked BMW. I had never seen a naked man before, my eyes were instantly drawn to the natural point of interest for a thirteen year old girl, it looked like it was about two inches long and fatter than my thumb, it was totally surrounded by black curly hair like a Tudor wig. The guy reached up for the curtains and as he started to pull them closed he noticed me on the bus looking at him, as the curtains closed I was sure that I saw his cock double in length and thickness and start to stand up and then the vision was gone.

I arrived at home, jumped in the shower and dressed in my nighty before I was properly dry, I ran down stairs, there was always a long list of things I had to do when I got home from school, the breakfast dishes was a constant, I rushed through the list and jumped on the sofa, snatching the remote and stabbing the buttons to bring the screen to life just as my mother walked in the room, she was surprised to see me sitting there watching TV at ten o'clock, she kissed me, patted my bottom and, "You have no underwear on, you know that I don't like you wandering around the house undressed like that and you know that you can't get away with being bra-less anymore, get dressed properly before you go to bed!"

I didn't bother, in fact I took off the nighty as soon as I was in bed, I slept naked for the first time in my life, well, slept is a misnomer, as soon as I closed my eyes the picture of the guy's naked body in the house at the end of the village illuminated the room, my fingers wandered between my legs, I was moist, very moist and not because I had forgotten to dry myself properly after my shower, I allowed myself just enough pressure and friction to make the image of the naked man and the thoughts of what he was about to do to the woman on his bed disappear but I still slept fretfully all night long.

My mother must have followed me up to bed as there were no fireworks when my father arrived home at around eleven thirty, usually there was thirty minutes of what sounded like the eighteen twelve overture going off if the two of them bumped into each other at night.

I got up at eight o'clock, there was a note on the fridge from my mother, she had left earlier, she had to be in Leeds for a talk on women's rights and the Muslim community, she was the 'key-note' speaker, 'PS. There is five pounds in the jar, get yourself something for lunch, see you later!' I made a pot of coffee and toast, my father rushed into the kitchen, "I'm late, your mother usually wakes me earlier than this with her damned opera music every Saturday morning, is she still in bed?"

I nodded my head; the golf clubs slung over his shoulder were a giveaway that he had golfing plans for the day, either that or a plan for eighteen holes in Elsa's new flat under the cover of a golf match. If I had told him that mother was out for the day he would have blown his top and not gone out to do whatever he had planned, in the end it would have been me that suffered all day, I knew that much!

I often went to watch the rugby on a Saturday if my mother didn't have anything else planned for me, it wasn't that I particularly liked rugby, it was the fact that rugby is an intentionally physical game, I often saw shirts and shorts ripped off the body of a player trying to evade a tackle, I had never seen as much of the men as I saw the previous evening on my way home from the disco but seeing a man standing in his athletic supporter waiting for a fresh pair of shorts was totally worth standing in the cold for eighty minutes.

I was torn, since my breasts had started to develop my mother had insisted that I always wore a bra, I hated them, most girls at school couldn't wait until they needed a bra, it was the beginning of womanhood as far as they were concerned, my mother would be away all day so there wouldn't be a problem if I went out bra-less, I chickened out at the last moment, if one of the neighbours saw me 'wobbling' under my blouse they would surely squeal on me to my mother, I searched out my prettiest bra, mother didn't know anything about it, Elsa had taken me shopping for clothes just before she got sacked, I had picked out the bra even though it was a little too big for me and about ten years too old, Elsa had tried to talk me out of it but I had stamped my foot and threatened a tantrum, servants don't get paid to put up with petulant children.

I started my walk to the sports field, as I approached the last house I felt myself blush remembering the previous evening, suddenly the guy stood up, he had been kneeling down working in his front garden, I was startled and stopped dead in my tracks, he gave me a friendly smile and started to raise his hand in a wave, "Hey, don't I know you?"

I blushed an even deeper red and shook my head, "Don't you work at....... Ah, now I remember, you were the 'Peeping Tammy' spying on me and my girlfriend in my bedroom last night from the bus! What did you think?"

I shrugged my shoulders, what could I say, 'your cock was the first I have ever seen and I masturbated last night thinking of you!' He walked to the fence, extended his hand towards me, "I'm Greg, nice to meet you in the flesh!"

I took his hand and mumbled that I was Vicky, he kept hold of my hand and started looking down my body, not sneakily like the boys at school had started to do since the growth spurt in my breasts a year ago, no, he was deliberately staring at my breasts, making no secret at all that was what he was doing, he even took a half step backwards so that he could look down at my legs to see if I had tights or socks on, there was a hint of a whispered "Very nice!" as he let my hand go.

Greg went back to what he was doing, I could hear the whistle blow for kick off just beyond his house, Greg knelt down at the side of his path, one slab was slightly proud of the ones either side, Greg pointed at a nearby tree in his neighbour's garden, "The roots are lifting my path, I have to chop this one and re-lay the slab!"

I was about to walk on, he wasn't even looking in my direction, "There's a kneeler on the step over there if you want to watch, you could sit on it if you like!"

Talk about confusion, here was a very handsome man, he looked about thirty, chatting up, well, flirting a little with me, did he really think I was older, think that I was old enough to work, he had to have seen that I was in school uniform the night before when he had seen me looking at him from the bus.

I slipped past him along the path, careful not to trip on the uneven slab, as I passed him Greg looked up, his eyes were at knee height and he could see slightly up my skirt, "You know that stockings are far healthier than tights don't you?"

That pesky blush was back again, I hadn't realised that he could see quite that far up my skirt, or was he just guessing? I started to sit on the kneeler placed on his front door step, then I realised that if I sat down so low that Greg would be able to see all of my 'dirty washing', I had to sit down very carefully, ensuring that my knees were turned away from him.

Greg was making small talk in a flirty way as he worked, he hardly even looked in my direction unless he heard the sound of my shoe on the ground, then he looked alright, he was hoping that I would forget and allow my legs to point in his direction, the thing that I found hardest to understand or handle was that he was making no secret that he was trying to look up my skirt. He mentioned that I hadn't seen his best side the day before but I didn't understand what he meant. "You good at making coffee?"

I nodded my head but wasn't sure that he had seen me as he was looking away again, "Everything you need is in the kitchen and the backdoor's open!"

I went into Greg's kitchen; while the water was boiling I nosily went through his kitchen draws, all the usual stuff, knives and forks in the cutlery draw, tea towels in the draw by the sink, sharpened axe in the murderer draw, well, not that bad, there was a pile of car magazines in one draw and in the cupboard below there were 'girly' magazines, all the usual top shelf stuff from the local news agents and a few other, more specialist ones, a few were 'school girl' issues, there were swingers magazines and light bondage magazines, one title caught my eye though, 'Dogging in the USA', I had put two and two together and naturally made eighteen, as I flicked through the pages there wasn't a single picture of a dog on any of the pages.

I put the hot water into the cafetiére and the coffee grounds, I needed to leave it to brew for a few minutes, I slipped into Greg's living room while I waited, he was kneeling with his back to the window, his shirt had become un-tucked from the back of his trousers, he either had very colourful underwear or a very large, colourful tattoo on his lower back. While I was in the house I took the opportunity to remove my tights, I didn't want Greg to think of me as unhealthy.

I found a tray, two cups and a sugar bowl, there was no milk jug so I put the milk bottle on the tray, I also found some biscuits and popped them, on a side plate, on the tray as well. I put the tray on the path between where Greg was working and the step I was sitting on, I had finished my coffee before Greg turned to pick up his cup, we chatted about nothing in particular, load of nonsense really, I heard the final whistle on the sports field which meant that I had been chatting to Greg for over ninety minutes and then I asked him if he had a tattoo on his back, if he had colourful underwear on I would feel stupid for asking that, "Like I said earlier, you hadn't seen my best side yesterday, all you saw was my sleeping cock!"

The blush was back on my face again.

"Would you like to see my tattoo?"

In all honesty I didn't like tattoos, I felt that women who have them are all stupid and men who have them are usually no hopers but instead of shaking my head I nodded, I didn't particularly want to see the tattoo but Greg had finished what he was doing in the garden and I was just looking for an excuse to hang around a little longer.

"You know how to use a digital camera?"

I nodded my head, I didn't have one of my own but I had used one at school in art and design class.

Greg took his tools away and I took the tray of pots back to the kitchen, Greg came in and opened a cupboard that I hadn't searched while I was waiting for the kettle to boil, he took a very expensive looking digital SLR camera with a very large zoom lens attached, he checked the battery, "Good, fully charged and a blank memory stick, let's go!"

I followed Greg down his garden, as his cottage was built onto the main road there was a back lane down behind all the houses, each house had a garage in their back garden, Greg's garage was almost the full width of his garden, one of the hous's previous owners had run a car repair business from the garage so it was huge. I followed Greg through the back door, the lights were on inside the garage before we got there, the room was painted white, even the floor, there wasn't a speck of dust anywhere, in the centre of the garage was a car covered with a cotton dust sheet.

Greg whispered to himself, "I just hope that everything is working in here!"

I don't think I was supposed to hear, it was just a comment to himself, he started to carefully uncover the car, as he was taking the sheet off he was folding it, it looked like it was a well-practiced manoeuvre, when the sheet was folded as small as it could be folded, he took it and placed it on top of a work bench two feet away from the car, "What do you think?"

"It's an old car!"

Actually it was an old car but it looked like it was factory new, it gleamed better than a showroom car, "An old car, that, my dear, is a 'sixty-nine' Chevrolet Camaro ZL1, the true American Classic car!"

"It's a nice old car then!"

The car was sleek, elegant and curvy; Polar White paintwork with White leather interior, it certainly looked like it had been well looked after for a forty year old car.

"Are you ready to see the best tattoo in the world?"

I nodded my head, I thought that it was best to humour him, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, he was dancing to some strange tune in his head, I had noticed the day before that he had a 'fit', muscular body but up close and in the full glare of florescent lights, he had absolutely fantastic muscle definition, he kept his face to me as he carefully folded his shirt, he stood at the side of his car with his hands on his hips, "Well, don't you like what you see? I'd have thought that you would have loved to snap a picture of my muscles next to the muscle car!"

I lifted the camera in front of me and zoomed out to get Greg and his car in the shot, I snapped and the camera made a sound as if it were an old film camera taking the picture and then winding the film on, then I zoomed in on Greg and snapped another picture of his upper body, then while I was still looking at the screen he turned and my jaw dropped, his back was covered with a huge mural in vivid colours, his car was depicted by not having any ink where the white of the car was, it was more a work of art than a tattoo, it took me an age to take the picture before zooming out again to show him standing next to the car that was etched into his skin.

I lowered the camera and stood staring at his back, he tried to look at his own back, "Can you see it all?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Come here and look!"

I walked slowly to him, he hooked his thumb into the waistband of his trousers and, kind of, offered it to me, I pulled slightly and peeked in, the tattoo went lower, much lower than the small of his back and the fact that he had no underpants on was a bit of a shock, "Well, is there more?"

My voice cracked and croaked as I said, Yes, there is!"

"Well, I'd like you to photograph it all, show off my artwork and my car together!"

I froze, I realised that he was telling me that I had to pull his trousers down or was he, inside I was really in a panic, "Well, are you going to take my picture or not?"

I pulled at the waistband of his trousers weakly, "Come on, you were okay with seeing my cock yesterday when you were peeping at me from the bus!"

Greg unfastened his trousers and even though I was pulling weakly they still fell down, "Make sure that you get the entire tattoo in the shot and the entire car!"

I stepped back and snapped three pictures in quick succession, then I zoomed out a little more and snapped a few more, just in case I had missed any of the car. "So, do you want me to turn round?"

"What?"

"Do you want me to turn round so that you can take a picture of my cock?"

I didn't say anything, Greg looked over his shoulder, "Well, do you want me to turn round for you?"

I knew that my face was bright red but I nodded my head, well I say I nodded my head, it moved imperceptibly but Greg noticed it and he turned to face me. His cock looked like a graceful swan, his balls were the body and his cock looked like the neck of the swan, looping up slightly before dipping down so that his cockhead was looking at his feet. I took a picture, it looked like the swan was swallowing, its neck was getting fatter, the head stopped looking at his feet, it started to look at my feet, then at my ankles, knees, skirt and then blouse, it looked me in the eye with its one eye before turning finally to look at Greg's face, it was twice as fat as it had been when he first turned towards me and a whole lot longer.

Greg stepped out of his trousers, picked them up, folded them and put them, with his shirt, on top of the car cover, then he stepped toward me, his left hand slipped under my hair and onto my neck, he massaged gently before pulling me to him slightly, "Do you want to go now, before something happens?"

Greg was now turning my face up to his; he leaned in and kissed me, my first kiss from a man who wasn't part of my family. I said nothing, simple stood there allowing his kiss, then returning it, I opened my mouth as he probed my lips with the tip of his tongue, the first time in my life, well since I was a baby being breastfed, that a part of another person's body was in my mouth. I felt the fingers of Greg's right hand at my neck, mouths still locked together, it took him just a second to open my top button, then the second, his kisses were getting more and more passionate as his fingers went lower down my blouse. As the last button was opened Greg broke off his kiss and stepped back to look at my body as he pulled my blouse out of my skirt, my bra was white but I'm sure that he could tell that before he opened my blouse, the impressed look on his face was because I was wearing a white lacy bra, far more adult than my thirteen years.

My blouse was free of my skirt, Greg pulled it away from my shoulders and cast it onto the pile of his clothes on the workbench, then he moved in closer, he leaned forward and kissed me again, his hands were on my hips, palms flat against my sides, he moved them up slowly, softly, careful not to tickle me, when the sides of his fingers reached the bottom of my bra he pressed in slightly harder and moved on, slipping his hands inside my bra, another first, no boy or man had ever felt my tits before, when they started to grow I noticed that boys at school would look at them, through my clothes but would never approach me, not even to talk to me, I wasn't the biggest girl in my class but I was in the top half for my age, and at 32'B' they had a lovely shape, my nipples hadn't quite started to be responsive but I had started to get 'Jogger's nipple' which I was assured was just 'part of the growing process'.

My bra had been lifted above my breasts, Greg's hands were covering each breast, then he started to palpate them softly, he pulled me against him, crushing my breasts against his chest, I felt fingers fumbling with the catch of my bra, then he stepped back, bringing my bra with him, to join the rest of the clothes on the pile. I looked down at the eye of the swan, there was a bubble of thick liquid, the infamous 'pre-cum' standing there, "Are you a virgin?"

I nodded my head, inside I was asking myself why I was standing there with my arms by my side with my tits on display, everything I had read, seen or heard of was that a girl should use her arms or hands to keep herself safe from a man's lustful eyes. "You ever do anything to damage your hymen?"

I shook my head, "Ever ridden a horse?"

Head shook again, "More girls ruin my fun by riding horses than I can remember! Ever use a tampon?"

"No!"

"So you think you are totally intact then?"

I nodded my head.

Greg came back to me, one hand massaging my breasts, the other behind my back at the fastener of my skirt, in my head there was a little conversation going on, "How far will you let him go?"

"I'll stop him in a minute!"

"Will you let him see you naked?"

"I guess so!"

"Will you let him....."

The conversation stopped as my skirt fell to the floor and I felt fingers easing the back of my knickers down, rolling them like a roly-poly, the hand on my breast slipped down to the front of my knickers, just one touch made the front roll just like the back, as soon as the front roll and the back roll met my knickers fell to the floor with my skirt. Greg looked back at my body and I looked at him, the bubble of pre-cum was now the start of a stream easing down from his cockhead, running slowly like treacle on a cold day.

"I prefer a girl to be totally smooth; you may be a little old for me!"

My inner voice said, "Thirteen. Too old, what kind of a man is he?"

"The next time you come to see me I'd prefer it if you had cleared all the hair from your body!"

Next time, I was starting to think that there shouldn't be a this time, I should grab my clothes and run, but strangely, my arms were still at my sides, still making no attempt to hide my body from Greg's stare.

"Are you positive that you are still intact?"

I shrugged my shoulders; I could only assume that I was still 'whole', I had done nothing at all to alter that state. Greg slipped his hands under my armpits and lifted me as easily as if I were a doll, he lifted me clear of my clothes and turned me towards his car, he eased me towards the front wing of the snow white car, then he looked up towards the ceiling in the corner of the room and turned me a little more towards the car's window, "I do hope you are still a virgin!"

I was carefully placed on the wing of the car, the cold metal was a shock to my system, I was pushed backwards slightly, I had to put my arms out behind me to keep my balance, Greg left me to fetch something from a draw in his work bench, two long, red, cargo straps, about thirty-two millimetres wide and about four meters long. He formed a loop in the end of each strap with the buckle; he slipped one on each of my wrists, not tight, just tight enough so that they wouldn't pull off over my hands.

I was sitting there, totally naked, on the front wing of an American sports car with a man just a little younger than my father with long webbing ribbons hanging from each wrist, Greg lifted my left leg, bent my knee, then pulled my hand down to my knee, he formed a figure of eight knot from my wrist above and below my knee, slipping the webbing through the loop around my wrist at each part of the knot, then he carefully trailed the free end of the strap on the floor by his feet, he repeated the knot on my right leg and again trailed the free end of the strap onto the floor by his feet. I was pushed back slightly, as I moved the straps on each side tightened up because he had trapped the free ends under his feet; my wrist was clamped tightly to my knees on both sides.

Greg started kissing me again, his right hand reached down between our bodies, he gripped his cock close to his balls and drew his hand to the head of his cock, pulling a great ball of pre-cum up from his balls, he touched the head of his cock between my lower lips, aiming directly for my hole. Then he started to move his cockhead up and down my slit, down almost to my bum hole and up until it crashed against my sensitive bud and out into the downy hair covering my mound. "It's a shame that it has to hurt so much the first time, but it has to hurt to turn you from a girl into a woman!"

Hurt, now I wasn't up for hurt, I didn't sign on for pain, I knew of course that it would hurt the first time; everyone said so, just like child birth, they are both crosses a woman had to bear. Greg was now sliding his cock up and down my gash, each time it passed my hole it dipped in slightly, each time there was a little pain, "That's not too bad!"

I thought to myself, I'd done other things that hurt more, "I'd use Vaseline but it will make cleaning the car harder after!"

Greg had stopped moving his cock, it was resting over my hole, just at the point where it started to feel painful, his hands slipped up my body, pushing in between my sides and arms, up under my arm pits, turning behind me slightly to grip over my shoulders, as he was doing this I was thinking, 'We are in this position and he's talking about cleaning his damned car!' Then my thoughts turned into very loud, very vocal, "Oh my god stop! You bastard stop you're hurting me too much!"

Greg had, without any warning, pressed his entire weight down on to my body, his huge cock almost ripped my body open as in one movement he filled me up to his balls, I didn't want to cry but I was balling my eyes out, I could feel Greg's cock jerking or pulsating inside of me and with each twitch it felt like he was stabbing me and each twitch made me scream out loud with the pain of it. "God, you're so fucking tight I almost cum my coco there, I do hope that you're worth this girl!"

I was trying to get my feet to engage against Greg's body, trying to push myself away from his cock but I couldn't do anything as Greg was still standing on the straps holding me fast in place.

Greg held himself in me until his near climax had passed, then he pulled out an inch and pushed back in, to an accompaniment of my screaming and sobbing out loud, he pumped into me twice then stopped, "Close again, God you tight fucking bitch, you're just trying to get my milk before I'm ready to give it to you!"

Again Greg stopped still, again I could feel his cock twitch inside of my body, this time the pain wasn't nearly so bad, "Right girl, make as much noise as you want, no one can hear you but us and I love the sound of breaking girls in!"

With that he started to pound himself into me, he was moving about two inches in and out of me but it felt like yards of cock going in and out, the pain was intense and I was screaming my lungs out, it took less than two minutes before I could hear Greg's breathing become laboured and a growl in the back of his throat, he was pressing me down with all of his weight, forcing the breath from my body, now his cock was jerking wildly inside me, it felt as if he could have lifted me off of the car with just his cock if he hadn't been holding me down the spasms in his cock were so strong, then I realised that I was feeling something else, deep inside my belly, it felt like I was a ball being inflated, not with air but with live semen.

"Try and keep still!" Greg said as he started to back away from me, I felt the flood cascade from my body, it felt like Niagara Falls were pounding out of my body, again Greg looked over his shoulder, I tried to follow his eye line but it was too difficult as I was trying to balance my body in place without hands or feet. Greg looked down between my legs, "Good girl, that's what I like to see, nice free flowing blood form a freshly ploughed furrow, you were definitely a virgin but not now, you're a woman!"

I tried to see between my legs but almost tipped myself off of the car, Greg's hands fired into place to hold me still, then when balance was regained he picked up his camera and snapped a few photographs right up into my cunt.

I was left sitting there for fifteen minutes, all the time Greg was looking closely at my blood and his semen running out of my body, then he said, "Right, I think you're about as empty as you are going to be!"

Then he lifted me off of the wing of the car as carefully as he could, he sat me on his bench, then I saw his sleeping swan for the first time since he started to break into my body, his cock was bright red from all of my blood covering it, and his belly had blood on it too, I looked at his car, there was a stream of my blood running from the top of the wing all down the side of the car and forming a puddle on the floor, I was shocked, it looked like a gallon of blood had been ripped from my body by Greg's monster cock, I was forgetting that most of the fluid wasn't blood at all, there was a little of my own lubricating fluid in there and a load of Greg's semen. I felt my eyes 'bug out', Greg's semen, I was thirteen, I had been menstruating for a year, depending on my cycle, Greg's semen deposit in my cunney-bank could be generating interest in the form of a baby in a few weeks' time, suddenly for the first time in my life I was genuinely frightened.

Greg untied me then I was given my knickers, "Clean the car off, use your draws or your tongue, I don't care which!"

It took ages to clean my blood and his semen from the car's wing but it took my mind off of worrying about the possibility of my being pregnant. When the car was clean Greg pulled me up off of my knees and pulled me over to his workbench, he opened a cupboard above our pile of clothes; there was a small roll of nine carat gold chain. Greg took the roll down and started to unwind a length of the chain from the roll. He patted the wooden bench and told me to hop up on it.

Greg lifted my left foot and measured the chain around my ankle, holding it carefully with his thumbnail against the link that needed to be cut. He had small cutters that he used to cut through the chain and then he showed me the chain up close, "I actually have a goldsmith make this chain for me, every link has a little 'G' on it, now that you're my pet, you'll have to wear this forever!"

Greg wrapped the chain around my ankle and used the cut link to join the two ends of the chain together and closed the link with pliers, then he plugged in a small soldering iron and used special gold solder to seal the cut link closed permanently.

"Right girl, I think we both need a shower!"

Greg picked up an arm full of clothes and guided me out of the garage, we were both still naked and I started to worry about being seen by Greg's neighbours, as we got close to the house I realised that anyone passing the house in a car or walking could see me. Greg led me to the bathroom, "What time do you have to be home?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I had no idea what time my parents would be home but it wouldn't be for some hours. Instead of a shower Greg filled his large corner bath and we stepped in together, there were heated jets of water blowing around all over the bottom of the bath, we kissed and cuddled for over an hour and the water didn't cool down one bit. "How do you feel Vicky?"

"Okay! I guess!"

"Still sore?"

"Not too bad!"

"Want to try it again?"

I had to think about it a little, if he had made me pregnant already then there was nothing to lose but if he hadn't, it was like playing Russian roulette and his cock was the loaded gun. I didn't think too long though, he wasn't waiting for my answer, he turned onto his back and pulled me on top of him, it took just a second for my pussy to line up with his hard cock and he was in me again, there was a little stinging but nothing like the pain of earlier, he fucked me slowly and passionately, giving me a countless number of orgasms, another first, I had rubbed my 'button' in the past but I had never given myself a full blown climax before, Greg had no such compunction though, he was happy to drive me wilder and wilder using his cock as if it were a pleasure stick.

Eventually Greg filled my body twice more with his semen before helping me out of the bath and we dried each other off, I was given my blouse and skirt, no bra and of course my knickers were ruined from cleaning the car. I realised that the huge tattoo was actually just a body transfer; an hour in a spa bath had washed most of it off. Greg was checking his watch as he rushed me out of his house; it was obvious that either he was expecting someone or he had somewhere to go.

I stepped out of Greg's house and was very aware of being watched as I walked along the street towards my house at the other end of the village, I felt almost undressed with just my blouse and skirt on, as I walked I was holding the hem of my skirt down in case a sudden gust of wind blew up, there was also something about the way I was walking, I was walking differently, there was a swish in my tail and a roll in my hips, three fucks in one day had altered me or it could just have been the weight of the gold chain on my left ankle that was drawing my attention to my feet and the way I was walking. I'd have to be careful in case my mother noticed something, Ha! Fat chance of her noticing anything about me.

When I got home I changed my blouse and skirt, I also put on a clean bra and fresh knickers, I also put a panty liner in, as I had walked home there had been a trail of Greg's spunk running down my inner thighs along with an occasional blood clot that was being washed out of me. I locked myself in my bedroom, the less my mother saw of me today the less likely she was to spot that there was a difference in me, that I had changed from being a girl to being a woman. When my mother eventually arrived home she called up to me that she had a pizza for our dinner, I called down that I wasn't hungry but that was a lie, I had eaten nothing for lunch and now my tummy was grumbling.

My door opened suddenly, I managed to kick my left foot under my covers so my mother didn't spot the slave chain on my ankle that I couldn't remove without cutting it off. "Are you Okay? I said Pizza for dinner, that's your favourite!"

I dragged myself off of the bed, found my old Ugg boots at the back of my wardrobe; I needed some way of hiding the gold chain around my left ankle that didn't look too suspicious. I followed my mother down stairs, there was something different about her, her hair was messed up at the back and her dress was very creased, that was very unusual, my mother always spent ages getting ready, she was usually pristinely turned out, she was walking awkwardly too, her legs wider apart than usual, then I noticed a damp patch on the back of her dress around her bottom, when she sat at the table I noticed that she had no tights or stockings on and that there were dirty marks on her inner thighs, I had seen those marks earlier on myself, the dirt left behind when the river of cum runs down!

My mother had just come home from a fresh fucking, the pizza was hot so I had to assume that she had been fucked at the takeaway, I was very confused, there was another change in my mother, not a visible change, she was relaxed, she was talking to me comfortably, easily, not as 'up-tight' as she would usually be. I wondered how long it had been since she and my father had last fucked, they had been in separate bedrooms for as long as I could remember, I had never seen them kiss or hold hands, it was just a possibility that my conception was the last time they actually did it, theirs was definitely a marriage of convenience, I was a child of convenience, my mother needed to provide a public face as a safely married wife and mother to fall in with her plan for domination of the legal world.

The pizza finally finished I took the box away to put it in the recycling, I had to remove the label from the box as it had sticky tape on it, the label told the whole story, it had the delivery address on it, my mother had been fucking and ordered the pizza to be delivered to her lover's house, Greg's house, it was his address on the label.

I felt funny inside, the man who had, just a few hours ago, broken my virginity has, just an hour or so later, fucked my mother as well, Greg obviously knew I was her daughter because I looked like a twin to her, just a smaller version. It dawned on me that the car that made it so difficult for the bus on Friday evening looked like my mother's car because it was and the new thought dawned that it had been my mother that I had seen naked on Greg's bed, I closed my eyes and replayed the mental video, Greg came into focus very well, he was after all the main focus of my attention, when I finally persuaded my internal editor to switch its focus on the woman she slowly came into focus, I had seen her breast, the whole of her side and, yes, it came clearly into focus, I had seen her pussy, it was bald like a new born baby. I shook my head to try and throw that last picture from my head!

My mother woke early on Sunday, earlier than normal, I got up earlier than usual too, she was just leaving as I walked in the kitchen, some feeble excuse, and she said that she would be home in time to cook dinner, I had a bowl of cereal and a fresh Orange juice, then I checked my father's room, room empty and bed not slept in, he obviously decided to stop over the night at the golf course. I decided to go and challenge Greg about his affair with my mother and to find out what the hell was in his mind, doing me and then my mother in the same afternoon.

As I walked to Greg's house I was mulling things over in my head, my mother was definitely acting very differently, breaking her own rules, she insisted that I had at least two pairs of school shoes, her mantra ran in my head, 'Never wear shoes two days running, leave them at least twenty-four hours after wearing them to dry out properly or your feet will smell bad.' So why had she worn her little brown 'Pixy' boots two day running and why was she wearing brown shoes with a dark blue dress.

I dodged a puddle in the middle of the path to keep my Ugg boots dry, the Ugg boots that I'd worn to hide the gold chain from my mother, 'Click, click clunk!' all the cog wheels in my head lined up, my mother had slightly fat calves, there was only one pair of boots that actually fitted her and they were her brown 'Pixy' boots. My mother was wearing the same shoes two days running to hide something from ... me, my father, the world, who knew but I was now running towards Greg's house.

My mother's car was parked in front of Greg's house but I wasn't surprised about that anymore, I walked around the back, the door was unlocked but there was no one in, I wandered around and found a small office under the stairs, there was a CCTV screen on that was flicking through four cameras, suddenly my mother came into view on the TV screen, totally naked and tied to a wooden frame in Greg's garage. The equipment in the small office was recording the images from all four cameras; I pressed a few buttons and managed to hold the monitor on the camera that was directed at my mother.

I sat and watched as Greg verbally abused my mother and beat her with a riding crop. Before he could fuck her he had to untie her from the frame and once she was freed he wrapped a dog's collar around her throat, fastened it and attached a thick leather leash to the collar, he then positioned her on her hands and knees, on the floor, at the side of his car. She was directly below the spot that Greg fucked me the day before; there was a brown spot on the pristine white floor, I had spotted it when I was cleaning Greg's car, it was a mixture of my dried blood and his semen but as Greg hadn't told me to clean it up while I was cleaning his car I didn't bother.

As Greg pushed his cock up my mother's cunt from behind, he pushed her face down to the floor and forced her to lick up my dried blood off of the floor, as Greg started firing his seed up my mother's cunt he told her whose blood she was licking up off the floor. My mother went crazy, she was like a bucking bronco trying to throw its rider but Greg had a good tight hold on her and rode out her anger.

Greg looked at the camera I was viewing him and my mother through, he grinned up at the camera and winked his eye, "Elizabeth is being punished for covering my expensive gift of gold up with cheap brown Pixy boots, I want this to be a learning exercise to both of you!"

Greg lowered a loop of the leash that was fixed to my mother's collar close to the floor, then he lifted his right foot and stamped down on the leash close to the collar, dragging my mother's face down to the floor rapidly. He trapped the leash under his foot and then picked up the riding crop again; he gave my mother quite a beating across her buttocks with the crop. I knew that I should have left and not just sit there watching my mother being abused but I found it strangely exciting to watch her suffer at Greg's hand.

My mother was screaming out in pain but wasn't trying to move away from her tormentor. Eventually Greg seemed to get bored hitting her and walked away from her, even though she was free to move she didn't, it was just as if Greg was still standing on the leash.

I looked down at my Ugg boots and a sudden chill ran through my body, I suddenly didn't want to get caught by Greg, in his house, spying on him and my mother and after seeing what he did to my mother, I didn't particularly want to ever be in his house or garage ever again! I left in rather a hurry, I didn't care that I hadn't put everything back as I found it, something in the garage had told Greg that he was being watched and I guessed that he knew exactly who it was looking at him.

You know we girls are stupid; the man that takes our cherry has a kind of hold over our hearts for the rest of our lives. Well, there was no doubt that Greg had given me a better sexual start in life than most thirteen year old girls get and I would remember what he did to me for the rest of my life but I'd also seen the other side of him, the side that had just humiliated my mother and beat her just for wearing shoes that covered her 'Slave' anklet.

I ran for home and the first thing I did was to cut off the gold chain that Greg had soldered around my ankle, I had intended to throw it away but I changed my mind, I dropped it into my jewellery box and decided not to give it another thought. Greg had been a good teacher, a good sexual teacher but his tastes were far too rich for a thirteen year old girl.

On Monday when I went to school I made up my mind, I wouldn't be afraid of any of the city kids ever again. At lunch time I watched the football team training, I saw Isaac Arman training, Isaac was in year nine, just one year above me and he was the youngest of the boys in the school team, he was playing without a shirt on and as I ate my sandwiches at the side of the sports field I watched him running all over the pitch. By the time he finished forty minutes of training his dark skin was glistening with sweat. I couldn't believe how sculptured his muscles were for a fourteen year old boy.

As Isaac walked past me I said, "Hi, would you like a sandwich?"

He stopped dead in his tracks, "I didn't think you village girls ever spoke to us city boys!"

I just smiled up at him from the grass and then he said, "And you should be careful who you offer a sandwich too, round here when a girl offers a boy a sandwich he has to look for his best friend because she wants fucking by two boys at the same time."

I studied his face, the smirk told me that he had made the sex comment to shock me, if Isaac had made that comment to me just three days earlier I'd have run a mile but today, I just sat there looking at Isaac's body and as my eyes flicked from his muscular chest down to his well-defined six-pack stomach and a little lower I raised my eyebrows as his shorts turned into a tent. "Who would you choose to team up with on me?"

Isaac's smirk turned into a full on grin, he sat down next to me on the grass and took one of my sandwiches, "You're not too bad looking, I could get a dozen guys to fuck you with me if you'd like to try it that way!"

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