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OVERDRAWN: GETTING DOWN TO BUSINESS [ part 4 ] Heather shrank away from Nick as he turned toward her. She’s seen her brother and sister nearly drowned in the pool, her parents and sisters stripped, and Diana tied to the fence like a piece of meat on display. Whatever was going to happen next was not going to be pleasant. Liz desperately wanted to rage at their “host,” but knew if was fruitless and painful to try. Rex wanted to lash out at the men around him and fight for his family, but he could imagine the disaster that would be. He had to stand naked and docile while Nick approached the last of his daughters. Nick stepped to just a couple of feet from the 9-year-old and said, “Hi, little miss flat chest, I don’t suppose this was what you imagined for your vacation, was it?” “N-no, Mister Nick,” said the frightened little girl. “That’s Master Nick,” said Nick softly. He reached out and stroked the girl’s soft, short hair. Heather flinched as he touched her. “There, there,” he said. “Nothing to be afraid of, baby girl. You don’t have to be like everybody else and disobey me, do you?” “Um, no, Master Nick,” said Heather. She was still trying to shrink away from the man, but she was backed up against Alan and had no place to go. “I’ll be good for you, M-master Nick, you don’t have to hurt me.” “We’ll see about that, baby girl,” said Nick. “But, just in case, let Alan put the collar on you. If you can really be good, then nothing’s gonna happen to you.” Heather really didn’t have a choice in the matter. She was trapped between the two men and when she felt the collar slip around her neck, she sniffed back tears, but made no move to stop Alan. Her body was visibly trembling in total abject fear. With the collar in place, Nick said, “Just to make sure the collar is working …” He took the box from Alan and put his thumb on the button. “No, no, no!” wailed Heather. “I’ll be good. I’ll do everything. I’ll be quiet.” Suddenly aware that she was being everything but quiet, she snapped her mouth shut. The earnest expression on her face and the way she pursed her lips together made Nick stop. Perhaps she had already learned from her parents and siblings. “I suppose I don’t have to do it, if you behave very well, do I?” “No, Master Nick,” said Heather and put her lips back together tightly. “You’ll do everything you’re told?” “Yes, Master Nick,” said Heather. “Good, then let’s see. Open your mouth and suck on my finger.” He put his middle finger to her lips and she opened her little pink lips just enough for it to slip into her mouth. She sucked on his finger as he moved it around in her mouth. He had it in her mouth to the second knuckle; it wasn’t deep, just a foreign presence that she felt toying with her tongue. She looked up at him, her big, innocent eyes eager to please. Her face asked, ‘Am I doing this right?’ Nick smiled reassuringly to her and pressed his finger deeper until it would go no further into her tiny mouth. Deliberately he pressed it against the back of her throat and she gagged, trying to force his finger back out. “If you can’t suck on it…” he said, his thumb on the button for her collar. The 9-year-old shook her head and sucked harder on his finger. When he pressed it against the back of her throat, she gagged, but fought against the reflex. He could feel the soft, moist tissue of the back of her throat as it surrendered to his probing finger. “Oh, you are a good baby girl, aren’t you?” Heather nodded, still sucking on his finger. Her eyes pleaded with him, begging for his approval. She was deathly afraid of the shock and wanted desperately to keep the owner of her button happy. As he withdrew his finger, she sucked harder, not certain that it was OK to stop. Only when the finger was completely out of her mouth did she stop sucking on it. Nick’s finger came out with a pop. “Can you say cocksucker, baby girl?” Heather went white at the words, but regained her composure and said, “Cocksucker.” She blushed as she said the word. She couldn’t quite fathom the reality of the word, but she knew the word cock was bad. “Turn around and wiggle your butt for me,” said Nick, willing to see how far he could play the little girl before she objected. But, Heather wasn’t about to object. She turned to face Alan and wiggled her nylon covered butt at Nick. “No, no,” said Nick, making Heather jumped at the thought that she had failed and was about to get punished. “You have to bend over to wiggle your butt right. So, bend forward and wiggle your butt.” Heather bent as instructed, pulling the blue material tight across her tight, round little ass. In that position, she wiggled her butt hard. Nick stepped back out of the way so everyone could see her. “Do it again, baby girl,” said Nick. “Do it so everyone can see you. Show Mommy and Daddy how a hot little tart wiggles her ass for all the men.” Heather blushed furiously, but didn’t stop wiggling. Put in those terms, it sounded so nasty to be wiggling her … ass for everyone, but she didn’t dare stop. Nick walked away from Heather and said, “Come over here, baby girl. Come over where everybody can get a good look.” Heather followed him to the center of the group. “Now say, ‘Everybody, watch me wiggle my hot little ass.’ Come on, you can do it.” Heather looked at her parents as Nick told her what to say. Neither Rex nor Liz said a word, but Liz felt compelled to nod encouragement to her little girl. It was either say it or get shocked. Heather said, “Everybody, watch me wiggle my ass.” She bent, but stopped when Nick cut her off. “That’s not what I said to say. You do it right or else,” he waved the box for emphasis. “Watch me wiggle my hot little ass.” “Yes, Master Nick,” said Heather. “Everybody, watch me wiggle my… um, hot little ass.” She bent over and gave a show for the group. Nick had spent some time gathering the group of bodyguards/trainers for this week. Though his usual bodyguards would never hesitate to carry out every command, he’d wanted to get some help for the week that was predisposed to Lolita bondage and sex. It had taken him a few weeks to get the right people, but as Heather put on her show, Nick knew that he wasn’t the only one enjoying the sight of the little tush as it waved in front of them. Nick moved over to stand between Rex and Liz. “Cute, isn’t she, bud,” he said to Rex. “Tell you what, I’ll give you ten words. You can say ten words, any words, with no punishment. What do you say?” “You fucking asshole,” said Rex, as if savoring every word. Nick counted off each word, displaying three fingers. “Let Diana down.” Six fingers. Attention had been on Heather for the last few minutes, but Diana was still stretched and straining on the fence. “Not the kids.” With one more word left, he thought about using asshole one more time, but said, “Please.” Nick turned to Liz and said, “How about ten words from you.” If looks could kill, Nick would have been dead on the spot. Liz looked at him with hate in her eyes and said, “You won’t get away with this, please, let them go.” “Oh, she’s nicer than you,” Nick said to Rex. “But, she’s wrong. I will get away with this. And, if you don’t pay up soon, this could become a regular deal.” He looked at Liz’s trainer and said, “Katrina, you want to fix up Liz’s tits for her?” He stepped away. “Better cuff them both. Don’t want to take any chances.” The two nude adults quickly found themselves with their hands behind their back and cuffed, like Nina’s. Defenseless, Liz could only watch as Katrina looped a thin rope around her right breast and pulled it tight. Liz stared in disbelief as her tit went from a lovely semi-circle of flesh to a distended globe that quickly started to discolor. She hated the woman wielding the ropes who only added to Liz’s discomfort by smiling as she worked on the helpless woman’s tits. Katrina deftly tied off Liz’s other breast and then swatted them with her open hand. Liz was aware that the man standing next to her, Bruno, was eyeing her tits and smiling as well. Nick turned his attention back to Heather who was still wiggling her butt because nobody had told her to stop. “Go over by your sister and grab hold of the fence,” said Nick, pointed at the chain link fence a few feet from the moaning Diana. When Heather did as she was told, Nick said, “Lower, put your hands lower, I want you bending over like you were before.” Heather walked her hands down the fence until she was bent 90 degrees at the waist. “Tie her hands,” Nick said to Alan, who quickly secured the 9-year-old’s hands to the fence, forcing her to stay in that bent position. “Keep wiggling your ass,” he said to Heather. She obliged him. “Gotta take care of this, though,” said Nick. He used the knife to cut through the straps of Heather’s swimsuit and lowered it down her slender pre-pubescent body. The girl was afraid to complain and afraid to stop wiggling, so she silently wiggled her ass even as he pulled the suit down her body and past her ass. Her naked ass wiggled delightfully as he pulled the suit to the ground and got her to step out of it. Since he was already knelt down by her, he took the opportunity to put his hands on the naked little ass and spread her cheeks. He could see her rosy little asshole and the puffy lips of her bare pussy between her clenched thighs. He put his hands between her legs and with gentle pressure got her to move her feet apart, improving his view of her virgin slit. The scent of the little girl’s cunt and the sight of her little ass, still trying to wiggle suddenly hit Nick and he was ready to stop fooling around. “Katrina, you take Rex and Bruno, you take Liz. Training is now in session. Christopher, Tanya, and Paul, you, too. Take your slaves and get started. Alan, Heather is going to entertain me for a few minutes and then you can have her.” Except for Diana and Heather, the slaves were taken away. Nick slipped off his clothes and stepped around Heather. With her hands tied to the fence, the little girl couldn’t move. Nick stepped between her arms so that he stood directly in front of her. With his back to the fence, his cock was pointing right at Heather’s forehead. She looked up at the huge member, getting her first view of a man’s cock from just inches away. He towered over her and she looked up at his hairy balls and long thick shaft. She stared in awe, not aware of what was about to happen, but taking advantage of the opportunity to check out a man’s anatomy for the first time. She blushed at the closeness of his cock, thinking that this was a mistake. Not knowing that she was about to become a sexual plaything, she had thought that the slaves would be naked and the masters would remain clothed. She had thought that being naked was the object, not just a step on the way toward the true objective. She felt Nick’s hands on her ass as he bent over her and caressed her soft skin again. His hands wandered up over her sleek hips and under to her smooth belly and flat chest. He toyed with her little nipples until they were hard. Finally, he put his hand under her chin and said, “Time to suck cock, baby girl.” Heather’s eyes widened as she realized what he meant. She almost protested, but the tightness of the collar around her throat reminded her that there were worse things than sucking cock. It was actually in Nick’s favor at the moment that she had not experienced the pain of the shock collar. Her imagination was far worse than reality. She might have balked at the thought of cocksucking if she knew the pain was harsh, but not overwhelming. As it was, after a brief hesitation, she raised her head, eyes watching Nick’s face for approval, and sucked on the smooth, soft head of his cock. She was rewarded with a smile, “More,” said Nick. She sucked harder. “Deeper.” She slid the cock two inches into her tiny mouth. Her little pink lips spread wide to accommodate the man’s cock as it violated her mouth. “Back out and lick it,” said Nick. Heather pulled back and ran her tongue over the head of his cock. Nick’s cock, eight inches of it, was pounding at the sight of the pretty little 9-year-old attending to his cock so daintily. Just a few feet away, Diana was getting a different indoctrination to sex. Her painful, stretched position was not eased as Christopher started her training. He simply stepped up to her and put his tongue to her body, licking her nipples to hardness. He used his fingers to pinch them and pulled them away from her body, eliciting ever increasing moans of pain as he did. Then, still pulling on her tender nipples, he licked his way down to her slit and tasted her little girl juices. The flower between her legs was completely open to him as he ran his tongue between her pussy lips and then plunged it into her virgin fuck hole. Diana, who could see nothing but sky and feel nothing but pain, suddenly was aware of a growing urgency in her body. Warmth started in her tummy and a tingle started in her pussy. The sharp pain in her stretched nipples became like surges of electricity; not painful like the collar, but pleasant like a demanding caress. The tongue in her pussy felt strange, yet it seemed like there was nothing more natural than to have it opening her, probing her, teasing her, and wanting her. She gave a sharp intake of breath as Christopher found her clit for the first time. The adolescent fantasy of this man massaging her was replaced by a real-life surrender. His hands were on her, all over her, caressing her, and taking her. His mouth was on her most private place, making her want him even more. The 11-year-old strained against her bonds, not because she wanted freedom, but because her muscles demanded the strain, the stretch, pain, and the pleasure that coursed through her body. The harder she pulled the more pleasure she felt. Her moans of pain had changed to pants of lust. Never had she imagined her body could feel like this. She wanted to plead with him to do it harder, everything harder, lick harder, pull my nipples harder, squeeze me harder, but she didn’t dare voice any words to break the moment. Like her little sister she had never envisioned that sex was the object, that this moment was even possible, or that what was happening was happening on purpose. She strained as his tongue teased her slit and his teeth nibbled on her clit. She strained until she exploded in orgasm, pain replaced by absolute pleasure. Heather could hear the urgency of Diana’s experience, but was in the midst of her first ever blow job and concentrating on making Master Nick happy. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his soft/hard shaft, tasting his warmth, laving every inch of it, and lapping up the precum that salted the tip. As his command, she took the cock into her mouth again and sucked on it. Her eyes widened as it pushed deeper and deeper. It filled her whole mouth and there was more of it left on the outside than the inside. As it pressed against the back of her throat, she tried to stifle the gag reflex that threatened to eject his cock and earn her a terrible shock. She shifted her head, changing the angle of the penetration so that it slid down the center of her throat. As if in the distance she heard herself making slurping and choking noises. Breathing through her nose, she pushed her head forward, eyes still on Nick’s face to see the smile that grew wider with each inch that she swallowed. “Suck my cock, baby girl,” said Nick. “That’s incredible.” He had five inches in her mouth. He knew he was past the back of her mouth. The tightness of her throat was unmistakable. “Suck it all the way down, baby girl,” he said. “Suck it all the way down or I’ll…” he waved the box for emphasis. He had no intention of pushing the button with his cock between her pearly white teeth, but used it as a prop. Suddenly he had an image of himself accidentally pushing the button in the midst of the blowjob. He handed the box to Alan. He looked firmly at the man and said, “Don’t worry, baby girl, you’re doing fine and nobody’s going to shock you now.” He put his hands on Heather’s head and grabbed her hair. “Suck me, baby, suck me. I want you to take every inch down your pretty little throat, baby.” He used his hands to press her head forward, taking yet another inch of his cock. He pulled his cock out a few inches, feeling the girl frantically trying to suck it back in as if she couldn’t stand the thought of losing his cock. But, he stroked it back in and she swallowed it again. After a few more tries, she seemed to pick up the idea of fucking her face with slow strokes. It was no longer an effort for her to suck the cock in past her gag reflex. A quick learner, she breathed between strokes, sucking on the way out, and relaxing on the way in. Nick felt his balls bang against the 9-year-old’s chin and sighed in pure pleasure. He’d never had a girl take to cocksucking so fast before. He began to wonder if Diana and Nina would be such quick studies. But, his mind returned to the moment and he started pounding earnestly into the little girl’s face. The sudden increase in pace, the depth of the strokes, and the look on Nick’s face brought concern to Heather and her big eyes searched Nick’s face for a sign of approval. Seeing that, Nick gave her a quick smile, “Yeah, baby, you’re the best cocksucker. I’m almost there. Almost there.” Nick’s eyes ran over the cute little bare ass as it bounced and wiggled in time to his thrust. He thought of fucking her tight little asshole, but at the moment there was nothing that would drag him away from this wonderful blow job. “Suck me, baby girl,” he said, feeling the rise of an impending orgasm. “Suck me, you little 4th grade slut. Suck me for your daddy. Suck me little bitch, cocksucker, suck my cock, you hot little bitch, oh, God, you are so fucking hot.” He felt the surge from deep inside as his cum shot into the little girl’s mouth. His whole body tensed, but he managed to keep the girl’s head thrusting forward and back, up and down the length of this throbbing shaft. Heather’s eyes had been big with wonder at each new event, but they were simply huge as she felt his cock spasm in her mouth, seeming to grow even larger as it twitched, and sensed the fluid surging down her throat and into her flat little tummy. Heather caught the taste of his cum, not unlike the precum she had savored at the beginning. It flooded into her mouth and she swallowed to keep from choking on it. When her mouth was full, it ran down her throat and out the corners of her mouth. She swallowed hard again, wondering when the flow would stop. From Nick’s intensity, she knew that she was doing everything right despite the grimace on his face that seemed a mask of pain. She could not have done anything other than what she was doing. Nick’s firm grip on her head kept her under control. He moved her head forward and back, controlling the speed and the depth. Finally, he leaned back against the fence, his rapidly shrinking cock sliding from her mouth, and a smile filling his face from ear to ear. “You did good, baby girl,” he said.
Coming Soon Dan’s eyes bug out at his own unexpected predicament. Nina learns to count all over again. Diana wishes she was back on the fence. Heather wonders why daddy is smaller than Nick. And Alan. And Paul. And Christopher. And Bruno. |