Perverts 'R' Us

Ruining Amanda

By Tafod Arian (Hetero sex, NC, Fisting, Piercing, Impreg)

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'Ruinning Amanda' contains graphic non-consensual sexual, and sometimes
violent, scenes. This story is FICTION. It does NOT depict the
relationship between actual living people. It is NOT intended for
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I am six feet tall and 200 pounds, white and proud of it. Although I do
a manual job I am in constant contact with the public and I have plenty
of opportunity to keep my eye on the talent. Sometimes the girls are
there for the taking and sometimes it takes longer and more planning.

I had been watching this girl for some time so that I knew all her
movements. The more careful you are, the longer you can enjoy your fun.
She was a catholic schoolgirl. I knew because I had followed her and
her family to and from church on several occasions. She must have been
about fourteen or fifteen with long blonde hair reaching nearly to her
waist that she usually wore either in a ponytail or loose over her
shoulders. She had nice long legs and looked as though she was an
athlete, runner or something. Although not huge her tits were very
reasonably sized for her age. She wore a typical school uniform. maroon
school blazer, white blouse with a tie, plaid skirt just about knee
length, and maroon knee-high socks. As it was summer she wore a straw
hat, boater-style. She had a very young innocent-looking face, very
pretty with big trusting blue eyes and a neat turned-up nose.

This was a choice piece and I knew that I should have to arrange things
so that I could take my time with her or it would all be wasted. I
watched her and her family for some time. She had a younger sister,
about eight, and every Saturday morning her mother, not a bad-looking
bitch herself, took the kid out for about four hours leaving at about
nine o'clock. As the husband was often away for days at a time this
seemed ideal. I followed the mother and the kid on two Saturday
mornings to the local ice-rink where they stayed for about three hours.
When I checked I found that the kid was having skating lessons after
which they went for a burger and then shopping. I could count on the
house being empty for at least three hours with some margin for safety
provided that the father was away. Although the girl often went out on
Saturday morning she usually stayed at home, although sometimes her
friends came to visit. That might not be so bad.

After watching for a while I got the father taped. I knew that if he
went away on Thursday he would not be back until Tuesday. I now had
everything ready. I would wait for a weekend when the father was away
and hide in the garden. This was overgrown with plenty of good places.
I had checked the doors in the middle of the night and the locks on the
French windows opening into the garden were easy. Once the mother and
the kid left I would be straight in the French windows and I would have
three hours clear to enjoy myself and to alter that girl's life for
good. It is not enough to frighten these teenagers. You have to leave
them something to remember the occasion by!

I collected all my gear, a silk scarf and a couple of things that I
would need for the end of the entertainment in a small bag and the next
Saturday that the father was away I hid in the garden around six am.
Sure enough, at about nine fifteen I heard the front door close and I
could see the mother and the kid getting into the car. I knew that my
girl was in alone because I heard her calling "Good-bye" as they left
and none of her friends had called. Ideal!!!

Without waiting I broke the lock on the door of the French windows and
slipped into the lounge, closing the doors behind me. The curtains were
drawn so I was completely hidden. I waited for a moment listenening -
nothing. I peeped out and the room was empty. I quickly slid across the
room until I was behind the door and waited. I could hear her upstairs
and I could see through the crack in the door into the hall and
kitchen. Rather than chase her round the house I decided to wait. I
heard her come downstairs and go into the kitchen. From where I was I
had a good view. She clearly thought that she was going out!! She was
wearing a yellow sun dress just above knee-length with a rather low
neckline which buttoned down the front as far as the waist and then
flared out loosely over the hips , dark stockings (I hoped, but I
expected them to be tights), dark shoes with quite a high heel. She had
not picked up a coat. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail. She had
clearly taken a lot of care with her make-up and she looked two or
three years older than I thought her to be. The only jewellery she was
wearing were small gold stud ear-rings, a gold cross on a thin chain
around her neck and a watch with a thin gold strap.

She got herself a drink from the fridge and wandered through into the
lounge. That was when her life changed for ever! In an instant I was on
her. I had taken the silk scarf from my pocket earlier and used it as a
gag so that all she could get out were frightened squeaks. From past
experience I knew how things go now. You either have to frighten them
with a weapon, like a knife, or you do something else. I don't like
using a knife because it occupies your hands and you have a physical
domination which always seems less satisfactory than purely mental
control. For me, sex with these teenagers is not enough. I want to get
inside their heads as well as their bodies and change them forever. She
was struggling and squeaking in my arms. I could feel the firm contours
of her young body writhing against me. I had her with her back to me
and she was, without realising it pressing her round young arse into my
prick. I had not touched her tits, I was holding her around the waist.
I let her struggle for a moment longer and then, in one movement, I
swung her round so that she was facing me and I slapped her hard across
the face and threw her down so that she was sitting on the settee. She
immediately tried to get up so I slapped her again, this time on the
other side, back down. I did not want to damage the goods so although
these were hard slaps they were with my open hand, designed to hurt and
frighten her, not to damage her. I knew from past experience that this
was the important time. If I could get the upper hand now, I could do
what I liked with no need for a weapon. She looked up at me with her
baby-blue eyes wide above the gag. She was clearly terrified and
continued making squeaky mewing noises but did not try to get up again.
She seemed too scared even to cry which was all right by me, for now
and it was time for the final move.

"I know that we are going to be alone for the next three hours," I
said, "so there is no use bull-shitting me. If you make the slightest
noise, I will kill you and I will wait until your mother and sister
come back and I will do them as well. I know that your father is away
and if anyone calls, we will not answer the door. Do you understand!"
She nodded, tears in her big blue eyes. This was the critical time

"I am going to take the gag out now, if you make the slightest noise,
or if you move then you know what will happen. Do you understand!" She
did not answer but looked with mute appeal in her terrified eyes. I
slapped her again, left and right. Not hard this time but just to
frighten her and to concentrate her mind. The work was already done.
"Do you understand?" She nodded. "OK, I'm taking the scarf off. Just
you sit there quiet and only speak if I ask you to. Do you understand!"
She nodded again.

For the first time since I threw her down I became aware of her tits.
They were much bigger than I had thought. They were heaving with
anxiety as she gulped air and tried to calm herself. For a girl of her
age she had a decent cleavage and I could see the tops of both tits as
I stood over her. This was going to be good!! I took the scarf out of
her mouth and put it back in my bag and watched her, ready to quieten
her if she made any noise but everything had gone well. She looked up
at me in mute terror and I knew that I had her. I sat down beside her
and she shrank away from me. I let her go for the moment.

"Right, we are going to have a little chat." I still was not touching
her but I could feel her trembling. "What is your name and how old are
you!" She had several tries to get words out but eventually, in just
above a whisper, she said, "Amanda. I'm fifteen"

"And are you called Mandy at home!" I asked. "No, my mum doesn't like
that, she always calls me Amanda."

"What about your sister and mother, what are their names!" This is all
a way of getting inside her head. "My sister is called Julie, she is
nine and my mum's name is Joanne," she said. She seemed to be calming
down a little, perhaps all she thought that I wanted to do was to
talk!! I began to put on the pressure a bit. She was sitting as far
away from me as she could and her hands were clenched into fists. I
could still feel her trembling. "Come over here by me," I snapped, "Put
your hands by your sides and relax."

Reluctantly she slid along the sofa until she was sitting close to me
but not touching me. She opened her hands and rested them on the
cushions beside her plump young thighs, quite a lot of which I could
see as her dress had ridden up. "Do you have a boy-friend, Amanda!" I
asked. She blushed and looked down into her lap - where I was also
looking at her thighs. "Well - do I have to show you again what happens
if you don't answer me politely!"

"I do. He goes to the school next door to mine," she whispered. "What
is his name!" She blushed again and whispered "Tim."

"How old is he and how long have you been going out with him!"

"He is fifteen and we have been seeing one another for about six
months."

She was getting used to the situation and becoming too relaxed. It was
time to step things up a bit. "And does Tim think that you have a nice
figure, Amanda!" She flushed the deepest red yet. I could see the
colour going from her cheeks to her shoulders and to the upper part of
her chest. This was excellent!!! She was clearly a very shy and demure
girl, just the kind I like and on whom I am prepared to take trouble.
How different her future was going to be! She didn't answer. "Amanda, I
asked you a question. This is your last warning," I said sharply. She
did not look at me. With her eyes fixed in her lap she whispered, "He
has said he likes me."

"I didn't ask you that. Does he like your figure!"

"He has never said, but I think so," she murmured.

"I think that it's time that I saw your figure, don't you!" I asked.
She looked horrified. "What are you going to do? she whispered. "You
just do as I tell you and it will all be OK. You remember what happens
if you don't!" I felt her shudder.

"Stand up and face me," I ordered. This was a critical point. If she
was sufficiently cowed she would do as she was told. Otherwise I should
need to get rough. I watched her carefully. She reluctantly got to her
feet and turned to face me. She instinctively pulled her dress down and
clearly did not know then what to do with her hands. I leisurely looked
over her young form. She had a surprisingly mature shape for a fifteen
year old. Her upper chest swelled out to a pair of very nice tits and
then narrowed to a trim waist before broadening out to surprisingly
wide hips. She had neatly shaped calves and ankles, outlined by the
rather high heels she was wearing. From where I was sitting, looking up
at her, I could partly see up the loose skirt of her yellow dress to
the start of rather plump childish-looking thighs. I made her wait,
enjoying her blushes and her acute anxiety. I could see her trembling.
I indicated for her to turn round. I knew that by now she was too cowed
to run. Her will was broken, and I had hardly done anything! She slowly
turned so that her back was to me and I took my time looking at her.
Her finely-spun blonde hair hung nearly to her waist, down the middle
of her very straight back. From her narrow waist there was a distinct
swell to her arse. She had very meaty cheeks for a girl of her age!
Time to move on ... "Pull up the skirt of your dress to your waist and
hold it there." She gave a loud sob but did not move.

"This is your last warning," I said, putting as much quiet menace into
my voice as I could. She gave a start and, putting her hands behind her
slowly ruffled up the back of her dress until she was holding the hem
which she lifted to her waist. She was not wearing a slip but I could
see white panties inside her dark sheer tights. I could see the
contours of her meaty young arse gloriously outlined by the dark
material. Her thighs were nice and plump still padded with puppy fat
going down to nicely dimpled creases behind her knees. I just sat and
looked at her, watching her trembling. "OK, let go of your dress and
turn round." She dropped her dress quickly and turned slowly. "Now,
look me in the eyes and don't look away. Lift your dress so that I can
see the front of you." She sobbed again and for the first time a tear
rolled down her cheek. She pulled at the front of her dress until she
could reach the hem and slowly lifted it to mid-thigh, keeping her eyes
on mine all the time. "Right to your waist, I said. Get it up there and
hold it still." She lifted the hem and stood, trembling, looking me in
the eyes and blushing. Her legs looked just as trim from the front but
I was more interested in her cunt. I could not see any evidence of
pubic hair through her clothes but I could see the outline of her cunt-
lips and a very pronounced pubic mound. I made her stand while I
inspected her at my leisure.

"Now, drop your hem, step back and bend right forward with your hands
on your knees. I want to see your tits." She obeyed without delay and I
stood up, looking right down her dress. I could see where her dress
fell away from her body leaving a very nice pair of tits dangling
encased in a smooth white bra. Her gold cross swung gently in the deep
cleft between her firm young tits. I could see right down her cleavage
to the indentation of her belly button. Although still afraid, she was
beginning to relax again and her blushes were subsiding. Clearly it was
time to move on. I sat down on the settee and motioned for her to sit
beside me.

"Now we are going to talk about you and Tim," I said. "I want you to
tell me the things that you do together." She gave a loud sob and
looked at the floor in front of her. "I can't," she whispered. "I think
that you will find that you can," I chuckled. "Let's start easily, has
he ever kissed you? And don't even begin to think about lying or I
shall know"

"We kiss when people are not about," she said quietly, "I feel shy if I
think that people can see us." Excellent, I thought - just the right
type. "When you kiss Tim do you French kiss - and don't pretend that
you don't now what I mean!" She began to blush profusely again. This
was too easy. "I have never French kissed anyone," she said quietly.
"Has Tim ever touched your breasts!" She looked shocked and took a long
while to answer. "Of course he hasn't, he respects me too much."

This was just over the top. A fifteen year old catholic virgin who had
never French kissed a boy and who had never been felt, even outside her
clothes. There was no point in my asking if she had even thought of
touching Tim's prick. The answers to a lot of questions were written in
her blushes. However I thought that I would ask her anyway just to
humiliate her. There was a long silence and she whispered, "I have
never touched a boy's private part before."

"Right," I thought, "time to put a stop to this."

"You are going to be learning a lot of new things this morning Amanda
and the first lesson is that you call things by their right names. A
boy's private part is his prick - now what is it called!"

"His prick," she quavered quietly. "We might as well learn the names of
the other important places and get it over with," I said. I pointed at
her tits. "What are these?"

"Mmmmyyy breasts," she stammered. "No," I shouted, frightening her
again, "they are your tits and you are sitting on your arse. Now you
say it, touching the places." This was good. She gently touched her
left nipple and said, "These are my tits, and I am sitting on my arse."

"And what do you call the place between your legs!" She buried her head
in her hands and started sobbing. I wound her pony-tail in my hand and
steadily pulled until she was sitting upright again. "If you do that
again," I said, "I will slap you. Now, answer the question." For a
moment it looked as though she wasn't going to be able to get the words
out but she gave a loud sob and said, "My vagina." I laughed. "We can't
call it that," I said, "what to the girls call it at school?"

"Some girls call it their pussy," she said with the deepest blush yet.
"OK," I said, "You put your hands between your legs and touch it." She
gingerly put her right hand down over her dress and rested it on her
pubic mound. "That is your cunt," I said, "let me hear you say it."

"My cunt," she whispered.

She moved her hand as though her cunt was red hot and sat leaning back
on the sofa with her hands clasped at her waist. Although this outlined
her tits nicely it was not as submissive as I wanted. "Put your hands
by your sides like I told you before," I growled. She leapt to obey and
I could see that I clearly had her under control. Time to move on.

There was a nice big upholstered armchair beside the settee which was
just right for my purposes. It was also a chance to demonstrate my
control and to see if more was required. I got up and moved over and
sat down in the armchair and just looked at her. She looked down at the
floor in front of her. "Amanda, look me in the eyes." She raised
terrified baby-blue eyes to mine. "I want a drink. That looks like a
cocktail cabinet. Why don't you get me a whisky?" She jumped to her
feet, ran to the cabinet and poured me a generous drink. "Bring it over
here, sweetheart, it is time we got better acquainted," I said. She got
the drink and brought it to me with reluctant steps. I took it from her
and left her standing in front of me while I put the drink down on a
small table beside me. I fixed my eyes on hers and just looked at her.
She began to tremble and to blush again. I reached out and took her
hand and gently drew her towards me. "I think that it would be nice if
you sat on my knee, don't you!" I asked. She shuddered and shook her
head violently. "Do it," I snapped, "that was not a question." I drew
her onto my knee and settled her firm young arse against me with her
legs to my left and my right arm around her. I told her to put one arm
round my neck and I took hold of her other hand. I had still not
touched her sexually and yet she was blushing from her hairline to the
neckline of her pretty summer frock and trembling violently. I could
feel my prick getting hard against her arse and she must have been able
to feel it too. This increased her trembling. I looked into her baby-
blue eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"You are a very pretty girl, Amanda," I said, "far too good to waste on
a fifteen year old schoolboy." This is where I got my surprise. I
thought that I had broken her spirit but she suddenly started to
struggle. I let go of her hand and took her bottom jaw in my left hand
and slowly squeezed. She began to sob. "If you struggle, or put up any
kind of resistance at all, I am going to slap you hard. Would you like
to lose some teeth!" She looked horrified and tried to shake her head
but I was holding her jaw. "Are you going to behave!" I asked. She
desperately tried to nod. I let go of her jaw and took her hand again.
I could see the marks of my fingers on her face imprinted on the blush.
They slowly began to fade. "Now that we understand one another, it is
time to get to know one another better," I said.

"I want you to kiss me the way that you and Tim kiss," I said. She was
now beginning to look more resigned and her burst of spirit may have
been a good thing as it seemed to have finished off her resistance. She
raised her lips to mine and closed her eyes. I felt the featherlight
touch of a teenaged girl's soft lips caressing mine. My prick began to
swell more. This girl was something special. She kissed clumsily and
was clearly unpractised. I had no reason to doubt that her experience
was as limited as she had described. I let her kiss me and made no
effort to force the pace. She obviously was not going to proceed so I
withdrew my lips and looked at her. Her baby-blue eyes looked back at
me and there was the first faint sheen of perspiration on her forehead.

"That was a little girl's kiss," I mocked. "You are old enough to be
able to kiss better than that. Just relax, keep your eyes open and look
into mine." She was sitting slumped on my lap and I could feel the
fullness of her left breast against my chest. I put my right arm round
her and gently rested it on her side just above her waist. I lowered my
lips to hers and looked into her eyes. I began to kiss her more
strongly, moving my lips on hers. Her eyes widened as she felt my
tongue touch her lips. I slowly moved my tongue forward until her mouth
slightly opened and I then kissed her more firmly and put my tongue
between her teeth until it met her little tongue. I held her firmly and
gradually began to explore her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she moved
uncertainly on my knee. I persisted, taking charge, as this was the
first in a long series of steps to complete sexual domination. She was
clearly uncomfortable with the intimacy of the kiss, never having done
anything like that before, but I just carried on. The sooner she
realised that she was there to serve my requirements the better. I
finally took my lips from hers and looked into her eyes. She was
breathing deeply and I could see her breasts heaving.

"Well, Amanda," I asked, "Did you enjoy that? Was it better than
kissing Tim!" She shuddered on my lap sending delicious waves into my
prick and balls. "I hated it," she said quietly, "It was dirty and
disgusting." I laughed. "What a baby you are," I said. "Now I want you
to kiss me like that. That is the way a woman kisses a man." She
shuddered, looked into my face and knew that resistance was hopeless.
She raised her lips to mine and closed her eyes. I halted her. "Open
your eyes Amanda, I want you always to look into my eyes when you are
kissing me." She opened her eyes and fixing them on mine, raised her
lips to mine. I waited for her tongue and, sure enough I felt it
tentatively brush my lips. I opened my lips and sucked her tongue into
my mouth. Again I explored her mouth and tongue and, at my leisure
looked into her very soul and saw the fear there. She had good reason
to be frightened. She began to pant into my mouth and I broke the kiss
to let her recover. She slowly began to calm down. I still had hold of
her right hand with my left and by right hand was on her side just
above her waist. I let her relax a little and then gave her the next
surprise.

"Amanda, I want you to tell me what you are wearing under your dress,"
I said quietly. She looked shocked. I could, of course, have just made
her undress or undressed her but I wanted to humiliate her as much as
possible. There was a long pause and she looked confused and miserable.
"Amanda, describe your undies to me. I won't ask you again." There was
a pause and she looked down at the floor. "I have told you before, and
this is your last warning. When you are kissing me or speaking to me,
you look into my eyes." She rapidly raised her eyes to mine and
mumbled, "I am wearing a bra, tights and panties under my dress." I
looked into her eyes. "That is not a very good description. In future
if I ask you something I don't want to go over it twice. I want
complete descriptions, do you understand? Now I want you to tell me
exactly what your underwear is like and I won't ask you again." In an
almost mechanical voice she said,

"My bra is white with a bit of lace on the edges. It is a 34C cup size.
My panties are white with little blue flowers around the legs and my
tights are dark and as sheer as I could afford."

"There you are," I said, "That wasn't so hard was it!" She shuddered. I
took a drink of whisky and considered my next move. Too quick would be
too crude and this girl was worth taking time over.

"Now, Amanda, you said that Tim has never felt your tits," I said. She
blushed violently, "Yes," she whispered. "Has anyone ever touched your
tits?" There was a pause and then a very quiet "No." I had to consider
what to do next. It would be easy to tear off her clothes and fuck her
senseless but I had the feeling that this would mean missing out on an
awful lot with this girl. While I was thinking I lowered my lips to
hers and, looking deep into her eyes, began to kiss her. This was the
most thorough kiss yet. I explored her mouth and gums with my tongue,
raping her virgin mouth. I stopped both when her terrified panting
began to transmit itself to my prick and when I had decided what to do.

Holding her left hand tightly I moved my right hand slowly up her side
until it was just touching the lower border of her right tit. I looked
deeply into her eyes and moved my hand up on to her breast. She gave a
deep gasp and went rigid. I was delighted. If touching her tit over her
clothes had this effect I was in for one hell of a morning. Her tit was
a beautiful handful of springy girl flesh. There is nothing sweeter
than a teenaged girl's newly-developed tits. I could feel her little
nipple in the palm of my hand through what must have been a very thin
bra. Holding her hand firmly I began to gently knead her tit as I
looked into her eyes. The perspiration beaded her forehead and I could
see a deep cloud of shame in her baby-blue eyes. She was holding her
breath. "Kiss me, Amanda," I commanded. She raised her lips to mine and
I began to deeply French kiss her as I looked into her eyes and
luxuriously felt her springy virginal tit. This was the best yet. I
broke the kiss and looked down at her. She was a sea of red from the
roots of her hair down into her dress. It was time to see more of that.

"Sit still and do not move," I ordered. I took my arm from around her
and let her support herself with her right arm around my neck. This
left my hands free. Using both hands I reached for the top button of
her dress and unfastened it. She gave a loud gasp. "Please don't," she
whimpered. I just smiled and slowly continued unfastening her dress
until I reached the end of the row of buttons at her waist. I drew her
dress apart and looked at her exposed flesh. She was not very brown and
the whiteness of her bra was outstanding. I could see the indentations
of her small nipples through the thin material. As she was sitting
slumped the slight folds of puppy fat of her belly were visible with
the cute indentation of her belly-button above her tights. I drew her
to me again and, putting my arm round her, kissed her deeply. She had
clearly learnt her lesson as her eyes snapped up and looked into mine.
I moved my hand on to her right tit and began to feel her through her
bra. She gave a loud sob thorough the kiss. I just ignored her and
carried on exploring her mouth and feeling her luscious breast. She
gave another sob. I broke the kiss and let her recover, keeping my hand
on her tit. Her sobbing breathing slowly returned to normal.

"OK, Amanda, I think we can lose the dress now, don't you!" She looked
miserably into my eyes as I pushed her to her feet. I had unfastened
all the buttons and as it was loose around the waist as she stood the
dress fell to the floor around her feet. I lay back in the armchair and
smiled at the fifteen year old virgin trembling in front of me. She
looked incredibly erotic in just her white bra and dark tights and
high-heeled shoes. I motioned to her and she reluctantly settled back
on my lap in her previous position. I put my right arm round her, under
her armpit and straight on to her breast. She gasped and moaned gently.
As I sat feeling the trembling young blonde I thought that it was time
to humiliate her further.

"Tell me, Amanda, what do you wear when you go to bed!" She looked at
me uncertainly, unsure where this was going but clearly afraid. "I have
a nylon nightie in the summer and pyjamas for the winter," she said
quietly. "And when your daddy comes to kiss you goodnight, do you think
that he sees your tits?" She gave a loud gasp of shock and took her arm
from round my neck and covered her face with both hands. I said,
quietly and with menace, "You know better than that. Put your arm back
round my neck and take hold of the hand that isn't feeling your pretty
tit." She gasped and obeyed without question. "I think that Daddy must
get plenty of views of your pretty tits when you are in your nightie
before you go to bed. Does he ever see you in your underwear!" She
nodded bleakly. "Come to think of it, even though you are fifteen, you
are still your Daddy's girl. Do you sit on his lap the way you are on
mine now only in your little nightie!" She looked crushed, clearly it
had never occurred to her that I would ask her that. "Yes," she
whispered. "And can you feel your daddy's prick under your arse the way
you feel mine now!"

"No," she whispered. "You little liar," I thought, "but I'll let that
one pass."

"Perhaps his prick isn't as big as mine," I laughed. "Does your Daddy
brush your tits 'accidentally on purpose,' when you are cuddling up in
your nightie!" I asked cruelly. "No," she gasped in horror. It was time
to leave this alone and to move on.

I moved her on my knee so that she was sitting with her back to me and
her legs open astride mine as though she was sitting on a pony. This
was the best position for my next moves. I flicked her pony-tail aside
and began to kiss the back of her neck. She relaxed back against me,
perhaps finding this position less threatening as she did not have to
look at me. I moved my hands under her arms and put them straight on to
her breasts. She gave a loud gasp and stiffened. I just ignored her and
continued to knead the fullness of her delicious young flesh through
her thin bra. This was the first time I had been able to feel both tits
and they were wonderful handfuls. They were surprisingly big for a
fifteen year old girl but as firm as one would expect a teenager's
breasts to be. Although I could feel her little nipples in the palm of
each hand I could not feel them becoming erect. Her breathing was
becoming easier and she was possibly becoming more accustomed to being
felt.

"Don't dare move," I whispered into her ear. She began to tremble, not
knowing what to expect next. I could feel perspiration from her armpits
on both my forearms as they stretched round her. She was clearly very
frightened and sweating with fear. She had good reason. Keeping my left
hand on her tit I moved my right hand slowly down across her stomach
gently feeling the puppy fat until I came to her belly-button. I
inserted the tip of my finger and she gave a loud gasp. I gently
squeezed all over her stomach above the line of her tights, just
letting her know that her body was mine to do as I pleased. I moved
both hands down to her thighs and began to slowly rub up and down the
inner parts of her thighs from just above her knee to just below her
cunt, which I was careful not to touch. I found the feel of the nylon
tights very sensual on my hands and I grasped the inner parts of both
thighs gently. She was panting gently. "Turn round and kiss me Amanda,"
I commanded quietly. With the suppleness of youth she turned on my
knees and reluctantly offered her lips. I gave her another deep kiss
while I was holding the inner part of her thighs just below her cunt. I
could feel her panty-line on my thumbs, I was that close. I took my
lips from hers and looked into her eyes.

"Time to lose the bra, I think"

"Please, no," she whined although I should have thought that she would
have realised by now that begging and pleading was hopeless. I just
ignored her and, removing my hands from her thighs unfastened the catch
of her bra. It fell forward loosely on her arms. "Take it off," I
ordered. She dropped it from her arms to the floor. I took hold of her
pony-tail and pulled her back so that her back was resting against my
chest and put my hands under her arms again, straight on to her bare
tits. I could see the blush extending over her shoulders as I
thoroughly felt her breasts. I gently squeezed them with the palms of
my hands and then took the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
Amanda gave a loud gasp. I did not want to hurt her (yet) so I gently
pulled on her nipples but I could not get them to erect. I moved her
round again on my lap so that she was sitting sideways with her arm
around my neck. I lowered my mouth to her tit and took the nipple
between my lips. Amanda gave a great shudder, "No," she gasped, "you
mustn't do that!" I gently began to suck her nipple, teasing it with my
teeth. As not much was happening, I sucked harder and at last I began
to feel the nipple erecting. She began to breathe heavily and the flush
extended over her tits. I moved to the other tit and repeated the
performance. By now Amanda's eyes were staring wide open and she was
taking great gulps of air. I moved from one tit to the other until the
nipples were erect. As I doubt if she had ever played with herself this
was probably the first time in her life that this had happened to her.
She had nice protruding nipples, once they had been encouraged - just
right for what I had in mind for later. I fastened my mouth on hers
again and looking deeply into her, now cloudy, blue eyes I gave her a
very thorough French kiss while I felt her tit with her newly-erected
nipple. I just sat for a moment looking into her defeated eyes while I
felt her and drank my whisky. "Time for a change of scene and a little
more humiliation," I thought."

"Amanda, can't you see that I have finished my drink? Don't you think
that it would be polite to get me another one!"

She climbed off my lap and walked slowly to the cocktail cabinet. I
admired the outline of her firm young thighs clearly delineated by the
sheer tights and her cute little arse, stuck out a little as a result
of the high heeled shoes. When she had poured my drink she turned and
came back towards me I watched her tits bobbing as she walked. To my
surprise, her nipples had remained erect. I let her stand in front of
me holding my drink while I lay back in the chair and leisurely looked
over her body. She looked like a young whore serving a drink in a
topless club but I doubt if the thought had occurred to her. "What
would Tim and your Daddy think if they could see their little Amanda
now, I wonder," I said maliciously. She gave a loud sob but did not
otherwise move.

"I think that it is time that we moved upstairs," I said. Amanda looked
at me in horror. "Just keep quiet, carry my drink, bring the bottle,
and lead the way to your parent's bedroom. We need more space." She
gave a loud sob and turned for the door picking up the bottle on the
way. I picked up my bag and was right behind her and, as she went up
the stairs carrying my drink, for the first time I put my hand on her
arse. She jumped but did not spill any drink. Her arse felt full and
lovely and I looked forward to getting to know it better. She led the
way straight to a large airy room containing a king-sized double bed.
Along the whole of one wall parallel to the bed was a series of
wardrobes with mirrored doors from floor to ceiling. Excellent!!!

I moved over to the bed, kicked off my shoes, piled up the pillows and
just lay back watching her. She seemed now to lack all will, waiting to
be directed. "Put the glass and bottle on the bedside table near me and
come to the side of the bed," I ordered. "I think that it is time to
lose the rest of your clothes - just slowly strip." She looked at me
helplessly and slid off her shoes. There was a chair near the bed which
would give me an excellent view. "Sit on the chair when you have taken
your tights off." She began a quiet sobbing and peeled her tights down
her legs. Now she was only wearing a pair of small panties, white as
she had said with small blue flowers around the legs. She sat on the
chair as I had told her and, clasping her hands in her lap, looked at
the floor in front of her. "OK, Amanda, take off your panties." She
raised her cute arse from the chair and slid her panties down her legs,
trying to keep her thighs pressed together. When her panties hit the
floor she sat quietly sobbing with her hands in her lap, her thighs
tightly closed and looking at the floor in front of her.

"Amanda," I snapped, she raised her eyes fearfully to mine. "Put your
hands by your sides, keep your eyes on mine and open your legs." For
the first time she really began to cry. Her sobs changed to deep gulps
and tears ran down her cheeks. She did not move. I think we had finally
got to the point where she was incapable of obeying without my putting
on more pressure. I got up from the bed and walked over to her,
fastening my left hand in her pony-tail I pulled her upright making no
real effort to be gentle. I slapped her hard across the face with my
right hand twice and then again and I could see the imprint of my
fingers on her soft cheek. "Do you remember what I said about losing
teeth. Do you really want your Mummy and Julia to suffer!" I snarled,
"It is all the same to me. Now stop that awful crying." With a huge
effort she brought herself under control and stood, my hand still
buried in her hair, rubbing her cheek. "If I have to do that again then
I will really hurt you - don't forget. Now sit down and dry your eyes."
I pushed her down into the chair and threw her a box of tissues. She
wiped her eyes and, although she had stopped crying she was quietly
sobbing.

I walked back and lay down on the bed looking at her. "OK Amanda," I
said, she raised her eyes to mine. "Put your hands by your sides, keep
your eyes on mine and open your legs - I won't tell you again." She
slowly parted her thighs and for the first time I saw her virgin cunt.
I smiled as I looked from her cunt to her deeply blushing face. She had
a very prominent mound with two very fleshy outer lips which were
completely closed, showing just a groove and rather sparse blonde curly
pubic hair covering her mound but leaving her lower lips clear. She was
clearly trying to keep her thighs as close together as possible but I
wasn't having any of it. The chair in which she was sitting had very
small upholstered arms about three inches high. "Just right," I
thought. "Amanda, spread your thighs and hook them over the arms of the
chair." She gave a loud sob and hesitated. At first I thought that she
wasn't going to do it. This would have been a real shame as it was
still too early to really hurt her. I wanted as much reluctant co-
operation as possible. I gave her a harsh look and she gradually spread
her thighs until they were hooked over the arms of the chair, opening
up her cunt to my inspection. Spreading her thighs had caused her
little groove to part and I could begin to see the pink of her inner
lips.

"Amanda, you have a lovely little cunt," I said. "Have you ever touched
it while you have been in bed!" She looked so horrified that I thought
that what she would tell me would be the truth. "Never," she gasped. I
laughed. "I think that it is time to improve your education .Take your
fingers and open your cunt for me - just do it, or I'll come over there
and you'll be sorry." She quickly dropped her hands to her cunt and
spread the outer lips. She did it clumsily and with such lack of
familiarity that I doubted that, even in the darkness of her bed she
had made any experiments. I could see the pink slash of her cunt
opening with the inner lips beginning to protrude. "Amanda, what do you
think that your Daddy and Tim would think of you now, sitting with no
clothes on and holding your cunt wide open for a strange man to look
at." She shuddered but did not otherwise move. I reached in my bag
which I had brought up with me and took out my digital camera. I took a
quick photo of the terrified teenager sitting nude with her thighs
parted and holding her cunt gaping open.

"That is a memento of the occasion," I chuckled, "If you don't behave
yourself I will send copies to your Daddy, to Tim and to your school.
Now, come over here and lie beside me." She let go of her cuntal lips
as though they were red hot and slowly climbed on to the bed, lying on
her back on the left side of the bed. I leaned over her and looked down
into her terrified eyes. I lowered my lips to hers and began to give
her another deep kiss. Her eyes automatically opened and fixed
themselves on mine. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and began to
mash my lips against hers, regardless of her discomfort and fear. I put
my right hand on to her left breast and began to feel it more roughly
than before, pulling and tweaking the nipple. She gave a little gasp
into my mouth but I persisted. I felt her nipple erect again. I took my
lips from hers and looked down the bed. Her thighs were tightly
clenched together. I began to twist her nipple. She gasped with pain.

"This is your last warning, Amanda, open your legs and keep them open
or it will be the worse for you." Her thighs reluctantly parted. I
began to kiss her again and slowly moved my hand down her belly on to
her thigh. She gave a deep sob. I took my mouth from hers and looked
deep into her eyes. "Unless you want me to really hurt you, keep your
eyes on mine and your legs wide apart." I began to kiss her again, more
gently this time as I now had complete control, and moved my hand
slowly up her plump trembling young thigh until it was just below her
cunt. She was sobbing gently into my mouth and seemed incapable of
controlling the shaking that affected her entire body. I moved my hand
upwards on to her cunt and let it rest, cupping her slit. She gave a
loud gasp and with a reflex action, tightly squeezed her thighs
together, trapping my hand. "Amanda," I said - and that was all I
needed to say. With a loud sob her thighs relaxed open and her legs
parted. I looked into her wide blue eyes. "Well, Amanda, what do you
think that Daddy and Tim would think now? A well brought-up young
virgin lying naked in a man's arms and having her cunt felt. Don't you
think that they would be ashamed of you!"

"I can't help it," she whimpered, "you made me do it."

"Pretty easy though wasn't it," I mocked. I lay propped up on my elbow,
looking into her eyes, with my hand cupping her cunt. I slowly began to
explore her dry outer lips, gently tugging on her pubic hair. She gave
a great shudder and closed her eyes. "Amanda, open your eyes and look
at me," I commanded harshly. Her eyes flicked open and fixed themselves
on mine. "Open your legs wider," I ordered. She parted her thighs
relaxing her knees outwards and giving me complete access to her
girlish cunt. Her cunt was too dry. I thought a moment and then brought
my fingers to her lips. Suck my fingers," I commanded. She looked
horrified and disgusted but slowly opened her mouth and took my three
middle fingers between her red lips. She could taste the unfamiliar
tang of cunt on my fingers but was powerless to help herself. "Come on
Amanda, put plenty of spit on my fingers," I said. As this was
obviously humiliating her, I made her suck my fingers a little longer
and then took my moistened hand from her mouth. A small tendril of spit
joined her lips to my finger before it parted.

"Now, Amanda, keep your eyes on mine and your legs apart." I moved my
hand down to her cunt and this time I put one finger between her cuntal
lips and into her slit for about an inch. The moisture on my fingers
made it easier and I slowly began to move my finger in and out, not
pressing too deeply but giving her the first finger-fuck of her young
life. Her blue eyes were wide and staring and she was panting and
trembling. To humiliate her more, I sat up while I was fingering her
and just left her looking blankly at the ceiling. I began to inspect
her cunt more closely. To my delight it was beginning to give off the
typical girlish smell of cunt-juice. Things were beginning to happen
down there whether she wanted them to or not. While finger-fucking her
I used my other hand to spread her outer lips and display her soft
inner lips and the small bud of her clitoris which I had not yet
touched. I explored the soft inner lips and continued to finger her
tight channel which gripped my finger deliciously. I began to finger
her deeper. She gave a loud gasp, probably of discomfort because her
cunt was really tight, and I was now in about two inches, far enough in
to feel her virginal barrier.

"Well, Amanda, you have been a good girl haven't you!" I mocked, "still
a virgin at fifteen. Your boy-friend is very slow, that's all I can
say." She moaned softly. I moved back up the bed, keeping my finger
buried in her cunt as far as her maidenhead. I began another slow
finger-fuck this time going as far as her hymen and now adding a second
finger. She gasped again and I was no longer so sure that it was purely
from discomfort. I looked deep into her eyes and began to kiss her
again, gently this time, and giving her a thorough finger-fuck with two
fingers as far as her maidenhead. I could feel her legs and cunt
beginning to relax. "Aha!" I thought, "I wonder if this little virgin
is beginning to think that having her cunt felt is not so bad after
all."

I moved my lips from hers and lay, looking into her frightened wide
eyes with my two fingers deeply buried in her virginal cunt. "OK,
Amanda, bend your knees upwards and outwards with your feet flat on the
bed." She slowly pulled her feet up the bed and parted her knees
widely. Her cunt, impaled on my fingers, now gaped open. I removed my
fingers from her cunt and brought them to her lips. "Now, Amanda, suck
your cunt-slime off my fingers," I ordered. Without waiting I pushed my
three fingers between her moist red lips and smiled down at her. "Get
sucking." She began submissively to clean my fingers although she could
not prevent a look of revulsion crossing her face. I didn't mind that.
She could be as repelled as she liked as long as she did as she was
told.

I picked up my camera and moved down the bed so that I was looking up
at her between her widely gaping thighs. I could see the red slash of
her cunt after the finger-fucking she had received beginning to gape
open. It would be a lot wider open than that before I had finished.
"Smile for the camera," I said. She looked scared but managed a tight
little smile. I got her with her legs wide open, her cunt gaping and a
terrified little virginal smile topping the lot. I put my camera back
on the bedside table.

"Now, keep your hands by your sides, your thighs open as they are and
lie still or I will really hurt you," I said. I moved up between her
thighs and closely inspected her slightly gaping cunt. I could smell
the frightened girl smell in spite of her fear. I moved my fingers to
the bottom of her slit, to the delicate area between her cunt and arse
and gently began to half stroke, half tickle her. She gave a shuddering
gasp but did not dare to close her thighs. I moved my finger to her
arse hole and slowly brushed across it. "Please don't," she gasped,
"it's so dirty."

"You haven't seen 'dirty' yet," I laughed. She shuddered. I probed her
virgin arsehole with the tip of my middle finger and I could feel the
resistance of the outer ring of muscle. Although she was clenching her
arse cheeks and hoping that I would not notice she was undone by the
spit she had put on my fingers. Her arse hole muscle suddenly gave way
and my middle finger popped an inch deep in to her tight back channel.
I left it there and moved my thumb into her open cunt. There was
already less resistance. Keeping her impaled on my fingers I moved up
the bed and looked into her eyes. "Well, Amanda, aren't you a dirty
little girl - letting a man you don't know stick his finger up your
arse. Do you like the feeling!"

"No," she whispered, "I hate it."

"Too bad," I smiled and began to slowly and deliberately finger-fuck
her virginal arsehole while looking into her eyes and keeping my thumb
buried in her moist cunt. I lowered my lips to hers and began to deeply
kiss her while my finger was in her arse. I began to finger-fuck her
arse more deeply until my finger was buried to the root in her little
bottom. She was squirming deliciously on my finger but did not dare to
close her thighs. I knew now that she was my creature to do whatever I
liked with. I removed my fingers from her arse and cunt and brought
them to her lips. "Suck my fingers clean," I ordered.

"I can't," she whispered, "it's too dirty, I'll be sick." I didn't
hesitate but slowly pushed my fingers into her mouth. A look of
revulsion crossed her young face as she tasted the sour forbidden taste
of arsehole but I kept her at it until my fingers were clean. "That
wasn't so bad was it!" A shudder racked her whole body. I moved down
the bed again so that I was lying between her upraised parted knees and
looking directly at her slightly gaping cunt. I moved a little higher
and lowered my lips to her cute little belly button, into which I
pushed my tongue. I could hear her gasp. Her knees, however , remained
widely parted. I slowly drew my tongue down her plump young belly until
I reached her pubic hair which I began to tug gently with my teeth. She
gasped. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. She was looking
fearfully down at me wondering what I was going to do next. "Keep your
knees wide apart, Amanda, and your feet just as they are. I don't want
to have to hurt you." I lowered my head and very slowly and gently drew
my tongue along the crack of her slightly gaping cunt from the back to
the front. She gave a loud gasp and a shudder and I could see her
little hands bunch into fists and tightly clutch the bedclothes. Her
heels pressed down hard against the bed. I began to lick the outside of
her cunt-lips and then put the tip of my tongue between them. All the
time I was watching her terrified eyes as they looked down at me. I
pushed my tongue deeper into her sweet young cunt and began to French
kiss it. I mashed her outer lips with mine and pushed my tongue as far
up her cunt as I could and sucked deeply. She gave a loud hollow moan.
I could smell the girl smell mixed with sweat deep in my nose. It was
wonderful. I slowly withdrew my tongue and began to gently lick her
delicate inner lips, all the time moving closer to the little bud at
the front, the existence of which she knew from biology at school, but
the power of which she was as yet unaware. I brought the tip of my
tongue to her little bud and gently began to tickle it. She gave a loud
gasp. "Please don't," she whimpered, "it hurts." I laughed. "I don't
think that it does, you know. You have just never felt like this
before." I began to gently suck her clitoris, pulling on it with my
lips. I could feel it slightly expanding between my lips and, probably
for the first time ever coming out from under it's little hood. She
shuddered and groaned deeply, pressing her heels deeply into the bed. I
knew that she was too frightened and tense to come. I felt that I had
probably gone as far as I could like this and it was time to take a big
step forward. Her education was about to be extended beyond anything
that she could have imagined.

I moved back up the bed and lay back against the pillows and finished
my drink. "Amanda, pour me another drink, sweetie, and then get back
here," I ordered. She scooted off the bed round to my bedside table and
refilled my glass and came back to her place beside me. I looked at
her, fixing my eyes on her baby-blue wide open gaze. "I don't think
that it is very fair. I have had the chance to see and play with your
body and you have not seen mine at all." She gave another horrified
gasp. I sat up and took off my tee-shirt and lay back on the pillows
with my arms behind my head. "Unfasten my trousers, Amanda," I said
quietly. She looked terrified out of her wits. Although a lot had
already happened to her this morning I really believe that it had just
dawned on her that she was going to be raped and that there was no
escape. She lay trembling but did not otherwise move. "I don't want to
have to ask you again," I said quietly. With trembling fingers she
reached down, unfastened the clip, and slowly drew my zip down. When I
am going on one of these expeditions I wear as little as possible so I
was not wearing underpants. My prick popped out of the opening to her
horrified surprise. I ignored it for the moment and just looked at her.
"Get to the bottom of the bed, Amanda and pull of my trousers and socks
and then get back here." She quickly did as she was told and I lifted
up my arse to make it easier for her. I was now as naked as she was.

It was just as well that she had never seen a prick before because mine
is so much larger than average that comparing it with a 'normal' one
would have terrified her out of her wits. It is just over eight inches
long when erect and, more to the point, is very thick. I am circumcised
so there is a large threatening head like a small orange. I have
correspondingly heavy balls and thick pubic hair extending back to my
arsehole. Also, as she would find out, I am multi-orgasmic. When I am
excited, and I have seldom been in a better situation, there seems no
end to my powers. That is bad news for Amanda!

"OK, Amanda," I said, "you told me downstairs that you had never
touched Tim's prick. I think that it is time for your education to
begin, don't you!" She shuddered. "look into my eyes," I ordered. She
looked dumbly at me. "I want you to feel my prick and balls gently
until I tell you to stop." She looked fearfully down. My prick was
semi-erect lying across my thigh with a blob of pre-cum staining the
bead-spread. She did not move. "Do it," I said quietly, "or you know
that I will hurt you." She reached out with her small hand and gingerly
touched my prick about half way up the shaft. I made her close her hand
around the shaft and showed her how to wank me. My prick rapidly became
fully erect under this treatment. She looked at the threatening sight
with horror. "Do you know what you are doing Amanda!" I asked
maliciously. She shook her head. Little liar I thought, no-one could be
that innocent. "You are giving me a wank." I lay with my hands behind
my head and let her slowly wank me. "Are you enjoying it!" I asked. She
shook her head. "Just you keep on wanking me until I tell you to stop,"
I ordered. "Get both hands on my prick." My prick was big enough and
her hands small enough for her to easily get both hands on. She
continued giving me a slow delicious wank. "Instead of the baby kisses
you gave Tim, just think, you could have given him a nice grown-up wank
like this. Don't you think that he would have liked it!" She shook her
head miserably. "Well I know that he would," I said. "He is a man. I
bet he wanks himself in bed. It would have been much nicer for him if
you had done it. In future, if he looks at you again when I have
finished with you, you make sure that you treat him like a man. Your
only function in life is to satisfy men's desires. If Tim wants a wank,
you give him one - understand." She sobbed and nodded. "I wonder what
your Daddy would think of his little girl now," I mocked. She paused.
"Just keep wanking," I growled, "I didn't say that you could stop but
keep wanking me with one hand and gently feel around my balls with the
other." The miserable girl kept on slowly and rhythmically wanking my
big prick with her right hand and with her left hand she began to
fondle my balls. More pre-cum oozed from the end of my prick under her
treatment and ran down over her hand. She looked at it in horror. I
stretched luxuriously. "Just you keep on wanking me and feeling me," I
said, "I could stand quite a lot of this. Considering that it is your
first time you are a pretty good little wanker."

"Don't you think that I deserve a kiss for letting you wank and feel
me!" I asked her. "Just keep on wanking me and give me a nice kiss."
She looked into my eyes and brought her lips to mine. I immediately
took command and began a deep French kiss exploring all of her mouth
and gums and sucking gently on her tongue. She carried on mechanically
wanking me nice and slowly and fondling my balls. I could feel the pre-
cum running down over my prick and on to her hand. I carried on kissing
her, enjoying the wank. Itook my lips from hers. "Amanda," I said
quietly, "I think that you should thank me for letting you wank me.
Weren't you brought up to be polite!"

"Thank you," she whispered so that I could just about hear her. "What
for!" I asked. "For letting me wank you," she whispered miserably. I
looked into her eyes and smiled. "That wasn't so hard was it!" She
shuddered. All this time she had been gently wanking me with her right
hand and feeling my balls with her left. I just let her get on with it
while I had a drink. Her eyes were fixed with horrified fascination on
the big prick that she was wanking and feeling.

"Amanda," I said quietly, "you seem very interested in my prick. Don't
you think that you should give it a little kiss!" She looked at me in
absolute horror and shook her head violently jerking her hand off my
shaft. I wound my hand in her hair again and pulled her face close to
mine. "Listen, this is your last warning. Do everything I tell you
without hesitation or you will get hurt. I will not tell you again." I
threw her head back and looked down at her. "I did not tell you to stop
wanking me," I growled, "get back to it." She hurriedly seized my prick
in her right hand and began her slow wank again. She seemed to know
instinctively how hard to grip and how fast to go. "Now, kiss my
prick." She lay looking at me in horror but continuing to mechanically
wank me with her left hand under my balls. I raised my hand warningly.
She shuffled down the bed so that her head was level with my prick and
looked hopelessly up at me. "Kiss it, you little wanker," I snarled.
She slowly brought her lips to my shaft below her wanking hand and
above my balls and put a timid little kiss on my prick. She then
withdrew her mouth and looked up at me. "That's not nearly good
enough," I said, "do you know what a blowjob is!" She shook her head
dumbly - and I think that she was probably telling the truth. She
clearly had had a very sheltered upbringing. "What I want you to do is
to kiss the end of my prick," I said firmly. She shook her head. I
raised my hand warningly again and I felt her hand tighten on my prick.
"Just keep wanking," I said, "and kiss the tip." I felt her breath on
the end of my prick and then I felt the slightest touch of her lips.
She pulled away as though it was red hot. I smiled down at her. "Now,
open your mouth and take the end of my prick into it," I said. She
looked horrified and shook her head, shrinking away from me across the
bed. She was still mechanically wanking my cock and she had worked up a
nice rhythm. It was funny that her mind and body could be so cut off
from what her hand was doing. I reached out and pulled her towards me
by the hair so that her head was resting on my thigh so that she was
looking up at me with my prick rearing up in front of her eyes. "Right
you little wanker, this is your last warning. Take the end of my prick
into your mouth." I kept my hand wound in her soft hair and moved her
head to my prick. I don't think that I would have been able to get her
to do this without a bit of compulsion initially. I felt the end of my
prick brushing against her closed lips. I moved her head around,
smearing pre-cum all over her mouth. "Right, Amanda, keep wanking me
nicely and open your mouth wide." She gave a convulsive sob. I twisted
her hair a bit tighter and felt her mouth slowly opening on the end of
my prick. "Wider you little wanker," I snarled. She opened her mouth as
wide as she could and the tip of my prick was just touching her lips. I
slowly pushed the big end of my prick past her lips and her teeth and
into her mouth. I put about two inches in and just rested there. "Now,
Amanda, keep wanking me and close your lips around my cock." She gave a
great shudder but did as I commanded. "Open your eyes and look at me,"
I snapped. Her blue eyes, now misted with the shadow of defeat gazed up
at me. Her mouth was stretched around my prick which she was still
slowly wanking. "OK, you little cocksucker, lets have a nice picture
for Daddy." I picked up my camera and took a picture of her startled
face with my prick resting two inches deep inside her mouth. I began to
move my prick around inside her mouth and I could see the head bulging
first one cheek and then the other. I slowly moved it in and out about
half an inch. She looked completely crushed with her sweet red lips
stretched around my big prick and her blue eyes fixed on mine. "Now,
Amanda, for your first cocksucking lesson. Run your tongue around the
end of my prick and gently suck." She automatically followed orders. It
was a really delicious sensation, just like being held in a velvet
vice. "I don't want to have to do any work. Move your head backwards
and forwards just keeping my prick inside your lips and taking it in as
far as you can. Run your tongue around the end and keep gently sucking
and wanking."

It was amazing how quickly she picked up the idea. I looked down at
this little virgin giving me a very competent blowjob only five minutes
after I had started teaching her. "You are a natural cocksucker
Amanda," I said, "now take my prick deeper into your mouth." It was too
much to expect her to deep-throat me but she was taking about four
inches of my prick into her mouth and sucking gently. I thought that
that was pretty good for a beginner. I was surprised that I had lasted
so long with this little blonde virgin fondling my balls, wanking me
gently and sucking my prick. I could feel the pressure beginning to
build in my balls. Amanda knew that something was happening because she
felt my prick suddenly harden as it spasmed. I grabbed her hair and
held her mouth fixed on my prick. It dawned on her what was about to
happen and her eyes widened in horror. I just smiled at her as I came
in a rush of cum that filled her mouth, ran down her throat and
trickled out of her lips. She looked wide-eyed and terrified with her
mouth clamped to my prick and spunk running down her chin. I reached
for my camera with one hand and took a quick picture of her raped face.
I kept her mouth fixed on my prick but she had stopped wanking me. I
didn't mind that. I just looked down at her and smiled. "If only your
Daddy and Tim could see you now you dirty little cocksucker. Lying with
your face covered in cum and your mouth around the prick of a guy whose
name you don't even know who you have just sucked off. What do you
think they would feel about that!" I let go of her hair and she stayed
just as she was. I think that she was in a state of shock. I pulled her
off my prick and threw her some tissues. "Clean yourself up
cocksucker," I taunted. She wiped her face and dried her tears. "Now
use that pretty little tongue to clean up my prick and balls," I
ordered brusquely. She took one look at my face and knew that it was
useless delaying. I picked up my drink and lay back as I watched the
little blonde virgin licking around my semi-erect prick and, for the
first time, licking my balls. I just lay back relaxed and drinking
while I got my strength back and I just let her get on with it. With
me, it doesn't take long and soon I started to harden again.

I motioned up the bed and she quickly scooted up so that she was lying
beside me again. "Feet up and knees apart, Amanda, like before," I said
brusquely. She did not hesitate but drew her feet towards her arse and
let her knees fall apart. "Good girl," I said. I put my fingers to her
mouth and she mechanically sucked on them, transferring spit and cum to
my fingers. I put my hand straight on to her cunt with no messing
about. She gave a soft gasp and pressed her feet into the bed. I began
to casually finger-fuck her with two fingers going in as far as her
maidenhead. She blushed and shuddered. I included a third finger in the
fuck and began to deliberately stretch her cunt. She gasped. "Look into
my eyes, Amanda," I commanded. She opened her eyes and fixed them on
mine. I put my lips to hers and put my tongue deep into her mouth. I
gave her a long kiss, tasting my own spunk on her tongue. I just lay,
relaxing, kissing the frightened virgin deeply while I was giving her a
vigorous finger-fuck with three fingers as deep as I could without
breaking anything. This was definitely beginning to stretch her twat. I
slipped my left arm round her neck and moved it down on to her left
breast which I began to knead. I pulled on her nipple and watched it
erect. I began to gently twist her nipple as I was kissing and finger-
fucking her. Her breath began to come in pants as the various
sensations flooded through her body. She was still far too tense and
frightened to come so I concentrated on giving her a little pain. I
twisted and squeezed her nipple and she gasped into my mouth. I just
ignored it, carried on deeply kissing her and giving her a good three
finger-fuck. I twisted her left nipple until she began to gasp with
pain and then I left it and began to roughly squeeze her tit. Her gasps
increased as I mauled her tit roughly and finger-fucked her moist and
quivering cunt. At last I took my mouth from hers and looked down
triumphantly at her. She was still being roughly finger-fucked and her
tit was being squeezed much harder than was comfortable. I didn't care,
all I knew was that all this was turning me on again. She lay panting
with her knees splayed outward and my fingers in her cunt. "Do you like
that Amanda!" I asked. She shuddered. "I am so scared," she whispered.
I slowed down the finger-fuck, still using three fingers and trying to
stretch her twat but going more gently. "I tell you what would be nice
Amanda," I whispered, "how about another nice wank." Lying on her back
she reached over with her left hand, turning slightly towards me and
began to wank me off. "You are a natural my sweet. In a short time you
have become a pretty good little wanker." My fingers continued slicking
in and out of her open cunt. I just lay enjoying the feel of her hand
on my prick again.

"Do you know what we are going to do now!" I asked calmly. She looked
at me with fear in her eyes. "Keep wanking me my sweet little
cocksucking Amanda and I'll keep feeling your pretty cunt while I tell
you. Whatever you do, keep your thighs apart as they are and don't stop
wanking me or it will be the worse for you. Do you understand!" She
nodded dumbly. I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips without using any
tongue and lay looking at her anxious pinched face. Her cunt was
getting very wet and I could feel the cunt-juice slurping around my
fingers. That was good.

"It is time for you to be fucked, my sweet. I am going to turn you from
a girl into a fucked-out woman. I am not going to use any protection
and I am going to shoot all my cum deep into your womb. Believe me, you
will get a baby from this morning. My big prick will stretch your
little cunt so far open that it will never be the same again. Where
other girls your age have tight little cunts yours will be gaping so
wide that you will never feel a normal prick again. I am not only going
to take your virginity and give you a baby but I am going to spoil sex
for you for ever." As I spoke to her she looked more and more afraid,
the fear slowly turning to horror. Her eyes widened and she began to
pant. Big tears formed in her eyes and slowly ran down her cheeks. Her
body was wracked with a convulsive sobbing. "Remember what I told you,"
I snarled, "keep your thighs well apart and don't dare to stop wanking
me." I got a fourth finger into her cunt and began to spread her outer
lips as much as I could. She was going to need it. "Stop crying
Amanda," I said calmly, looking into her puffed-up eyes, "don't be such
a baby just when you are on the verge of becoming a woman."

She looked hopelessly into my eyes. "Please don't give me a baby," she
begged, "what will I do? What will my parents say? I wanted to go to
University after school and I can't if I have a baby. I couldn't get
rid of it."

"Splendid!" I thought. I just looked at her. "You don't get it do you,
Amanda," I said, "I don't care in the least what you want. After this
morning you will just be one more of my bitches having my kid. How you
live your life is your affair - but it will include a baby." I pushed
my fingers deep into her cunt right up against her hymen. "Feel this,
my sweet!" I asked, "you won't have it many minutes longer." Putting a
time on it like that terrified her. I could feel her whole body
trembling. Mechanically she continued gently wanking me off - she
didn't dare stop. I took my fingers from her sloppy cunt and put them
to her mouth. "Lick my fingers clean like before." She automatically
opened her lips and accepted my smelly fingers. I wiped them round the
inside of her mouth. She shuddered.

"Now listen, Amanda, you know what is going to happen so you might as
well accept it but I want you to ask me if you can please have my
baby." She looked at me in disbelief and shook her head violently,
tears beginning to run down her cheeks again. She slowed down her
wanking action. I just glanced down and she got the message loud and
clear and carried on wanking me off properly. "Ask me," I repeated. She
shook her head. I put my right hand across her body on to her left
breast and I began to squeeze it. She shook uncontrollably, adding to
the sensations of the wank. I was really hurting her tit now when I let
it go and grasped the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I knew
that she would not be able to stand this I began to twist. She gasped
and took her hand off my knob. I just looked at her. She quickly took
hold of my prick again and began to wank me. I pulled and twisted her
nipple and she gave a low moan. I could see how much I was hurting her.
"Well!" I asked. No answer. I just let go of her nipple and slapped her
hard across the face. She stared vacantly into space and the imprint of
my hand was clear on her cheek. "Well!" I repeated. No answer. I
slapped her again, harder. Her head rocked to the side and she gave a
little squeal. I could see her trying to say something. "Right, you
little wanker, I have really lost patience with you now. Don't say I
didn't warn you." I could see froth on her lips mixed with a little
blood. "Please..." she whimpered. "Please what, Amanda!" I asked. There
was a long silence while her body was convulsed with sobs. She had
stopped wanking me but her little hand was still clasping my prick. I
let it go because I knew that she needed all her concentration for what
was to come. She looked hopelessly up at me and whispered, "Please may
I have your baby," and closed her eyes numbly. I smiled. "Open your
eyes Amanda and look at me." She did so automatically. "Are you sure
that that is what you really want!" She shuddered and nodded dumbly.
"That wasn't so hard was it, now get wanking." I lay back and had a
drink as my reluctant young victim recovered her composure while she
continued to give me a nice wank. I gave her a tissue to wipe the blood
from her mouth and to clean herself up. "If you behave yourself, I
won't have to hurt you again - but just remember that I can and I will
if I have to."

My prick was as hard as an iron rod now. She was lying on her back
still with her feet drawn up and her thighs widely splayed apart. She
looked like a fucked-out little whore, and I hadn't even started! "You
can stop wanking me now," I said and I moved down the bed until I was
kneeling between her thighs. I looked at the pink gash of her cunt,
already much more stretched than it had been an hour ago. She looked at
me between her plump childish thighs in mute terror. "Remember, Amanda,
you asked for this so you can put my prick into your cunt. Open your
cunt-lips with your left hand and use your right hand to guide my prick
in."
"Please don't make me do this," she begged as she reluctantly put her
left hand down to her cunt and spread the lips. I knew that she was
completely cowed when she took my prick in her right hand and clumsily
pressed it against her cunt. I took over and slowly pushed the head of
my prick between her outer lips. She gave a loud gasp and screwed her
eyes up. "Open your eyes and look at me Amanda, You know the rules," I
snapped. She opened her blue eyes and fixed them on mine. I slowly
began to push my prick into her tight cunt. She gasped and shuddered
but kept her eyes on mine. It was hard going. I don't think that a
prick the size of mine would have gone into her tight little channel
without tearing her if I hadn't stretched and moistened her with a
decent finger-fuck so recently. I was now about an inch up her and I
stopped pushing and started to very gently fuck her fresh young cunt
with the end of my tool. It felt great and her channel was slowly
becoming more relaxed in spite of her terror. "Do you like that
Amanda!" I asked. She shook her head in mute fear. Her face was red
with shame and she was trembling with fear. I pressed a little harder
and slid a little further in. Suddenly I felt resistance. I was in
about two inches and was at her hymen. She flinched and I knew that she
had felt it too. I withdrew again and started gently fucking her so
that the end of my prick was touching and stretching her hymen with
each stroke. I just carried on as I knew that her cunt was becoming
more stretched every moment by my prick but the time had really arrived
and Amanda knew it.
She was so tight and hot inside. I was already beginning to feel a
tingle in my balls. I knew that this might not last very long. I didn't
care! However long it lasted, was going to be pure bliss. I pushed
forward once more sliding in to meet resistance at around two inches
deep. I rested the head of my cock against her hymen while trying to
decide the best way to do it. I pushed a little harder against her
tight virgin barrier. The feeling was so intense for me that I couldn't
think of anything but how great it would feel to be all the way inside
of her. I pushed Amanda's legs down flat against the bed and climbed
between her thighs in a traditional missionary position. I thought that
that position would give me the most control over her and the best
leverage for breaking through her cherry in one hard and forceful
stroke. I looked deep into her eyes and smiled cruelly.
"You're going to have a Spring baby," I said quietly. I began to push
deeper into her virgin childish cunt. "No ... no," she whimpered. My face
was now very close to hers, our noses were touching and I was staring
into her eyes. Her young blue eyes gazed straight back into mine in
mute terror. I kissed her and pushed my tongue into her mouth to keep
her quiet. She had already had my prick in there, so she didn't fight
now, her resistance appeared to be over. My cock was still nibbling at
her maidenhead, slowly forcing an opening. Her whole body squirmed and
trembled, as my invading organ kept pushing and pushing. And then, with
one hard shove I penetrated her more deeply. She gave a sharp yelp
against my lips, that special terrified sound young girls always make
as they are being deflowered. I had heard it many times, but I never
become tired of it. Her eyes widened and she desperately tried to throw
me off. I was having none of it. I just pushed her back into the bed
and thrust harder. I forced my way deeper inside her squirming hips,
pushing past her torn and ruined cherry. "Oh somebody please help me!"
she squealed, tearing her lips from mine as I drove my shaft home. With
my left hand I seized her by the hair tightly twisting her ponytail,
now wet with the sweat of fear, looked deep into her terrified eyes and
began another deep kiss, my weight pressing down on her. With the other
hand I began to firmly fondle her right tit. Her nipple was erect. Inch
by inch I forced my way into her virgin body, gradually impaling her on
my huge prick. She struggled and thrashed, as I slowly entered her. In
a couple seconds my cock had completely disappeared between her plump
childish thighs up to my balls. She was tight, but still I was able to
get the whole thing in. I could feel the taste of her blood on my lips
as she bit the inside of her lip. Here was this beautiful teenager,
lying flat on her back, her thighs splayed wide apart, impaled on my
large cock. Although she was so tight I could move in her. I began to
slowly fuck her, moving my prick out about four inches and pressing
hard into her until the end of my giant tool rubbed against her cervix.
She was sobbing against my kiss and her whole body was shaking.

I withdrew my lips from hers. She lay, looking at me dumbly, her
forehead beaded with perspiration and her lipstick smeared. I could
smell the terrified girl-smell of a deflowered virgin coming off her
heated body. The smell of the sweat from her armpits was strong in my
nose and the whole room seemed to be filled with the scent of cunt. I
carried on fucking her, slowly lengthening my stroke until she was
getting six inches and at the end of each push I could feel her cervix
rubbing my knob-head. "Well, little Amanda," I gloated, "you are no
longer a virgin. What do you think that your Daddy and your boy-friend
Tim will think of you now? Do you think that Tim will want to go out
with you now that you have been fucked? Just think, he has been going
out with you for six months and he never even felt your tits. I have
known you for less than two hours and here you are lying under me with
my prick deep in your belly waiting for me to give you a baby." I began
to fuck her a little harder, but still just giving her six inches. She
gasped and her hips began to move. I pulled my prick right back so that
the tip was just inside her outer lips. I looked down and saw my prick
and the bed-spread stained with her virgin blood. I rammed my prick
deep in her to her cervix and felt my balls nestle against her soft
arse. Her hips jerked spasmodically.

I looked down into her defeated eyes. "Ah, you like that do you," I
said. She shuddered but, despite herself, her hips continued to squirm.
I began to mess further with her mind. "Don't you wish that your Daddy
could see his precious little girl, his darling daughter, just as she
is now, like any other little whore, lying with her legs open and
letting a man fuck her? When he knows what you have done he will never
think the same about you again. He will always wonder if you were
willing to let me do this. You are a strong healthy girl. He will
always be tormented by doubt and the feeling that you should have
fought harder. In fact, don't be surprised if the next time you are
sitting on his knee in your little nightie you feel her prick under
your arse and his hands on your tits. He may even think that as you are
such a little whore and have given your virginity to a man so willingly
that you liked it. He may feel that since you put out for me so easily
you will for Tim if he can stand you after this, so he may as well have
a piece himself. You could become the school and family whore if this
all gets out." She groaned and her body began to be wracked with
convulsive sobs.

I began to fuck her harder. Pressing her arse deeper into the bed and
giving her a full eight inches. Her eyes were screwed up and she was
biting her lip. This was the hardest fucking yet and I knew that her
cunt was being stretched and might even have torn a little. It was very
moist and, looking down I could see more blood. I kept pressing deeper
and deeper, my knobhead brushing her cervix with each stroke. She was
sobbing convulsively a fleck of blood at the corner of her smeared
lips. "Open your eyes," I commanded. She looked miserably up at me. I
could feel the pressure beginning to build up in my balls and my knob
hardened even more as the spasm began. "Here comes your baby, Amanda,"
I whispered into her ear. I withdrew to the opening of her violated and
torn cunt and, and with the spurts of cum with beginning to flood her
from my rigid tool I pushed my prick deep into her open cunt and spewed
my potent sperm against her cervix and straight into her womb. I lay on
her with my prick buried to the balls in her raped cunt and I could
feel her horrified gasping breathing. Her damp hair was soft on my
cheek and the smell of girl-sweat from her armpits and forehead was
stronger. "Your womb is full of my sperm, Amanda, and you will get a
nice little baby come Spring." She sobbed and tried to move. "Just you
lie there for a while," I said feeling my prick becoming softer in her
cunt. "Now," I whispered into her ear, "give me a nice kiss and thank
me for giving you a baby." She lay dumb and unresponsive seemingly in a
state of shock. I was still fondling her right tit so I began to
squeeze it harder and moving to the nipple I gave it a sudden vicious
twist. She gasped with pain. I looked into her clouded blue eyes.
"Well!" I asked. She shuddered and her whole body began to tremble.
After one or two wordless noises she licked her smeared lips and
offered them to mine. I began a slow luxurious deep kiss lying on the
fucked teenager with one hand buried in her hair and the other
squeezing her plump tit, the nipple of which I could feel hard and
erect against my palm and my softening prick deeply buried in her
violated cunt. I just let her lie there and took my time exploring her
mouth and fondling her springy tit. I could feel her sweaty and
bloodstained thighs splayed under me sticking to mine as I moved
slightly. She was totally at my mercy. I withdrew my lips and looked
into her defeated and fucked-out eyes. I knew that she would never be
the same again and so did she. She whispered quietly, "Thank you for
giving me a baby."

"That's better, I knew that you were a polite well brought-up girl," I
mocked. It was time to screw her mind up some more while I recovered.

I took my hand from her right tit and put my fingers to her lips. "Just
get sucking," I ordered. "Pull your feet up and spread your knees like
before," I commanded. She seemed to have no will left and dumbly
complied immediately, her smeared sexy lips closing on my fingers and
her knees widely splayed. "You have very quickly become my little fuck-
toy haven't you Amanda? It certainly didn't take much effort. You are
such an easy lay. It is a pity for Tim that he didn't know that you
were this easy," I mocked. "Have you no pride? Don't you think that
your family would be ashamed of you if they could see you now!" Tears
oozed from her eyes further smearing the small amount of eye make-up
she had applied that morning. "Now just listen to me and keep sucking."
She looked up at me with a defeated hopelessness in her eyes, a feeling
that I knew she would never forget and that would stay with her for the
rest of her life.

"I told you earlier that I would spoil sex for you for ever and now
I'll tell you why. When I leave you your cunt will be stretched so wide
and out of shape that it will be permanent. Instead of a nice tight
little girl's cunt you will have the hole of a fucked-out whore. It
will be big enough to get a fist in. You will never feel a normal boy's
prick again because it will hardly touch the sides. It is even better
than that though. Whenever a boy you like, or your husband if you ever
find one after this morning comes near you, you will remember this
morning and how I fucked you and you will not be able to stand it. They
won't get near your cunt because you will be too frightened to even
open your legs." My fingers played around inside her mouth and she
looked hopelessly up at me with defeated eyes. "You told me that you
have never touched your cunt while you were in bed, so you have never
had an orgasm?" She shook her head against my fingers which I removed
from her mouth. I moved my hand down her body and rested it on her
sweaty stomach.

"Did you have an orgasm when I fucked you?"

"No," she whispered. "I know you didn't," I smiled, "because you were
too tense and my prick was hurting you. Well, Amanda, that was your
last chance. You will never be able to relax enough to let anyone fuck
you gently enough so that you have a compete orgasm even if your cunt
wasn't stretched and ruined so you will never, ever know what it is
like to come with someone you love. You better enjoy this morning
because, my sweet, effectively this is the end of your sex life." She
sobbed quietly.

I could feel my prick hardening in her cunt and I began to move slowly
in her just an inch or so. She was moist and easy now as her stretched
and ruined cunt was lubricated by my cum. "No, please," she whimpered,
"not again."

"We haven't even nearly finished, my little fuck-toy," I smiled. I took
my right hand from her girlish belly and moved it under her thigh so
that I approached her arse. Looking into her shocked eyes I pushed the
middle finger of my right hand straight into her still virgin hole. She
gasped loudly. I pushed my finger deep up her hole and started to
finger fuck her arse deeply and slowly while my prick gently fucked
deep into her ruined cunt. She gave a loud sob of pain and caught her
breath as I pushed a second finger into her arse and began to stretch
her hole. I pressed my fingers as deeply as I could and began to twist
my hand. She moaned and her hips began to twitch. I began to fuck her
cunt more deeply, giving her all eight inches and pushing my prick into
her to the balls, feeling her cervix caressing the end of my knob. I
put a third finger into her arse and continued finger-fucking her back
hole as deeply as I could, twisting my fingers with each thrust. I
could feel the sweat and mucus from her fevered hole lubricating my
invading hand and her girlish buttocks clenched against my fingers.

The fingers of my left hand were still twisted in her hair. Her eyes
looked empty and unfocussed for the first time so I gave her hair a
vicious twist to concentrate her mind. She looked into my eyes and with
my hand buried in her arse I increased the depth and force of the
movement of my prick until I was hammering her cunt and having a very
satisfactory ride. I continued to give her the full eight inches deep
into her cunt so that my balls slammed against her arse as the end of
my knob battered her cervix. I could feel the slime and blood around my
prick and her cunt felt looser as her knees splayed helplessly. I
looked down at her and her plump tits were bouncing on her chest with
each thrust. I carried on riding her roughly and forced a fourth finger
into her arse. She sobbed helplessly. I knew that she would not be able
to come and I wasn't bothered anyway. I kept on fucking her hard with
my hand up her arse until I began to feel the familiar tingle in my
balls and the increasing tension in my prick. I leaned down and pressed
my lips against her reluctant little mouth which I immediately invaded
with my tongue. I gave her a rough kiss as, with my hand shoved deep
into her arse, I began to flood her womb with another lot of hot cum.
She sobbed helplessly against my mouth and I lay on her with my left
hand deeply buried in her spreading arse while I sucked on her tongue
and let the remains of my ejaculation flow into her receptive womb. I
just lay there, sucking on her tongue, enjoying the smell of her sweat,
while I got my breath back and let the remainder of my cum leak into
her cunt. I could feel my prick becoming softer and I knew that I would
need a rest.

I removed my lips from hers, took my hand out of her arse and brought
it to her lips. "Get sucking," I ordered. She gasped and shook her head
as she smelt the tang of her own shit on my fingers. "I can't," she
whimpered, "please don't make me." I just looked down at her and slowly
pushed four fingers into her mouth stretching her lips. A look of
revulsion crossed her face but she obediently sucked on my fingers.
When she had cleaned them I removed my left hand from her hair and
slowly pulled my prick out of her cunt. She just lay, fucked and
defeated. I picked up my camera and moved down the bed between her
thighs. Her cunt was a sight. It gaped open slackly four or five inches
and blood-stained cum leaked down towards her arsehole which was also
beginning to gape. "Smile for me Amanda," I ordered. She raised her
head from the pillow and her lips twisted into the semblance of a
smile. I took a couple of photographs. I moved up the bed and put my
camera down. I picked up my drink and relaxed back against the pillows.
Amanda lay beside me quietly sobbing. My prick lay on my thigh semi-
erect and I knew that before I could do anything else I needed a rest.
No problem, I had plenty to occupy myself.

"OK, Amanda," I said quietly, "Get down there and clean me up with your
tongue." Her resistance was so broken now by my physical and mental
pressure that she didn't even argue or hesitate. She moved down the bed
until her head was level with my prick, leaned over and began to lick
my prick and balls. I just relaxed watching the dominated little
schoolgirl washing my prick and balls with her pink tongue. When she
had been over my prick and balls she hesitated but kept her head at the
level of my thigh. She knew what was next almost without my saying.
"Suck me off, Amanda," I ordered, "and look at me while you do it so
that we can carry on talking." Without hesitation she took my semi-
erect prick into her mouth, washed round the knob end with her soft
tongue and gently started to suck me off while I looked into her eyes.

"You are such an easy lay," I taunted, "It isn't difficult to get you
to suck me off is it? I think that you like the feel of a prick in you
mouth. Your cunt is really stretched and ruined just like I told you it
would be and it will stay stretched now. You are bleeding a bit and I
may have torn you inside slightly but you will be OK. Your arsehole is
also much bigger than it was and I can see the pink of the inside which
I couldn't before. You don't know yet how that is going to affect you
but I will tell you. She looked terrified but mechanically continued to
suck me off. "You stink something awful and I think that we are going
to have to do something about it. Come up and lie beside me." With a
sigh of relief she took her mouth from my prick and moved up to lie
alongside me.

I didn't touch her but had a pull on my drink and looked round. There
was a second door in the room. "Where does that lead!" I asked. "It's
my Mummy and Daddy's bathroom," she whispered. "Good," I said, "right,
Amanda, just you go into the bathroom and wash the sweat off yourself.
Stand where I can see you and don't close the door. Wash your legs and
the outside of your cunt but keep away from the inside and leave your
arse hole alone. I want you smelling nice when you come back. Do you
understand!" She nodded and tried once or twice to say something. I
looked at her and waited. "I want to go to the toilet," she whispered.
"You can, but leave the door open so that I can watch you," I replied,
seeing another chance to humiliate her. She looked shocked but had got
beyond arguing with me.

She got off the bed and moved stiffly and rather bow-legged, towards
the door. "Is your cunt sore!" I asked maliciously. I heard her sob as
she went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. Good, I could see
the toilet from where I was lying. She sat on the toilet and hugged
herself with her arms looking at the floor. "Amanda!" I said sharply,
"you know better than that. Sit back, hands by your sides, open your
legs and look into my eyes." She leaned back and looked into my eyes
across the twenty feet or so that separated us. I could see the open
slash of her ruined cunt and I admired her tip-tilted tits as they
heaved with her embarrassed breathing. I heard her fart and the plop as
she shat. She blushed furiously as she saw me watching her. I heard the
loud buzz as she began to piss. Tears ran down her cheeks as her
bladder emptied. I picked up my camera and took a picture of her
humiliation. For a modest girl, in spite of all that had happened to
her, this might have been her greatest torment yet. It is odd what
people can stand and just what can break their spirit. I watched her
clean herself and gingerly stand. "Now wash yourself and clean your
teeth," I ordered. She filled the basin and began to follow my
instructions exactly. She dried herself and picked up a tin of talcum
powder. "Don't worry about that," I said, "I like to smell you as you
are. Get back in here."

She shuddered and slowly moved back into the bedroom, walking very
carefully. I got off the bed and went to her. I took her in my arms
with my left hand dropping to squeeze and fondle her arse cheek and my
right hand caressing her left breast. I knew that she could smell my
sweat but it didn't bother me. I gave her a deep kiss enjoying her
clean mouth while I looked into her eyes and fondled her soft young
body. Taking my lips from hers I released her and went to sit on the
chair that she had been on earlier. "We have made a mess of the bed," I
said looking at the bloodstained bead-spread. "Find another cover and
tidy it up." Without saying anything, she did as I told her and stood
dumbly waiting for further orders. I had clearly driven all initiative
out of her. "Pour me a drink and lie down on the bed where you were,
Amanda," I said. She hastened to obey and I moved to the bed and lay
down beside her. I picked up my drink and lay resting, recovering my
strength. Amanda lay beside me on the fresh bed looking up at the
ceiling, gently trembling and in spite of her wash, smelling of girl-
sweat. She was very crushed and frightened. I glanced at my watch and
knew that I still had plenty of time.

I glanced down at my semi-erect prick lying on my thigh. "What about a
nice wank, Amanda!" I asked. She sighed, sat up against the pillows,
took hold of my prick with her soft hand and began to gently wank my
prick to hardness again. She really was becoming an expert little
wanker. It seemed a pity that she would be so scared of sex after this
morning that it would be wasted experience. As my prick hardened I
looked at her. "Come on sweetie," I said, "you can do better than that.
Toss me off a bit harder." She began to wank me with a delicious firm
stroke. I grinned at her. "You see, you can do it when you try. Now
just keep on wanking me like that until I tell you to stop and while I
have a drink just suck me off for a while." She did not even hesitate
but moved down the bed and took my prick into her mouth. She wanked me
into her little rosebud lips, washing the head of my prick with her
soft little tongue and began to gently suck me off. I took a quick
picture of her rosebud lips stretched around the prick that she was
compliantly wanking into her mouth and lay back, drinking my whisky,
and smiling down at the blonde teenager lying across my thigh sucking
me off. I could feel the strength returning to my loins. When my prick
was hard I motioned to her. "Get back up here beside me," I ordered.
She took her mouth from my prick and moved up the bed. Such was her
programming that she carried on wanking me without a pause. "Just carry
on wanking me and feel my balls with your other hand while we have a
talk," I smiled. I had a drink while I enjoyed the wank and the
sensation of her soft hand as the scared and sweating young girl gently
caressed my balls.

I put my drink down and then turned to her. I took her chin in my hand
and brought her mouth to mine. I began a deep demanding kiss while I
looked into her eyes and I began to explore first one tit and then the
other, gently squeezing them alternately and pulling on her nipples
until they erected under my fingers. She began to pant into my mouth
and her hand tightened on my prick but she did not stop tossing me off.
I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She looked back at me,
anxiety clouding the clear blue of her baby eyes now a little puffed.
She was very taut about what was going to happen next. While I
continued to recover my strength I decided to let her know just what I
had in mind and to complete the ruin of her cunt. "Take your hands
off," I said suddenly. She let go of my prick and balls as though they
had burnt her! "Stand up," I ordered. She scrambled off the bed and
stood dumbly looking at me. I moved across to her side of the bed and
motioned for her to lie where I had been. Just as she was about to lie
down I stpped her. I tossed her a pillow. "Right Amanda," I said, "just
get on to the bed lying with your feet on the pillow by me and your
head down by my knees and start wanking me, open your legs like before,
feet up to your arse and knees spread and don't stop tossing me off
till I tell you. Keep looking into my eyes." She got onto the bed,
pulled her feet up as I had ordered and splayed her thighs. She reached
for my prick and started expertly tossing me off. I could now easily
reach her cunt with my right hand.

I looked down at the slack open pink hole of her ruined cunt. Even
though she had washed it I could still see cum around inside. Looking
into her eyes I casually reached down and put four fingers into her
gaping pink slit. She gasped audibly. I began a deep and rough finger-
fuck noting that I could get four fingers and half my hand into her
open hole without causing her too much pain. An hour ago, one finger
had made her gasp. "OK Amanda," I said, "time for you to answer some
more questions." She gasped as I rammed my hand as far up her cunt as I
could. I could feel her cervix with three fingers and the walls of her
stretched quim clutching my hand. I just kept my hand rammed up her
cunt feeling her cervix and slowly twisting it back and forward further
stretching the spoiled walls and noting the involuntary squirming of
her hips. I could see her wondering what was next, perhaps she thought
that I had got all her secrets. Little did she know. She certainly
looked shocked and surprised by the question I asked her.

"When you have your period, do you use sanitary towels!" Teenagers are
funny. After all she had been through, talking about her period to a
strange man brought a deep blush to her face which spread up to her
ears and down over her neck and upper chest towards her tits. There was
a long silence. I continued to torture her cunt going back to a hand-
fuck with four fingers and most of my hand. In her shock she had slowed
down the hand-job. I just looked at her and she hurriedly started to
wank me at the speed that she had learned that I like best. "Well!" I
asked, "I don't want to have to repeat myself." In a breathy baby voice
she whispered, "I have never used sanitary towels, I always use
tampons."

"You may find them less convenient and effective in the future," I
remarked casually. I could see her mind anxiously wondering where this
was leading and what this had to do with the ordeal that she was
undergoing. In the position that she was with her feet drawn up and her
knees splayed I had just as easy access to her arsehole as I had to her
cunt. I pulled my hand out of her wrecked cunt and was pleased to see
it gape even wider.

From the previous fingering I had given it her arse was gaping slightly
and easily admitted two fingers. I forced three fingers in and as much
of my hand as I could and I began to hand-fuck her arsehole fairly
hard, twisting my hand so as to loosen the walls and the muscle
guarding the entrance. She gasped with pain and I knew that it must be
uncomfortable but I wasn't about to stop. I was amused to see that in
spite of all that I was doing to her she had not dared to let up on
tossing me off. She had worked up a nice rhythm and I could feel a warm
tingle at the end of my knob. What a way to spend a Saturday morning, I
thought!!!

"I am going to fuck you up the arse, Amanda, like the little bitch that
you are," I said casually. She went pale and the motion of her hand
slowed. I rammed my hand hard up her virgin arse until she gasped with
pain. "Just keep on wanking," I snarled, "I have warned you." She
looked horrified. "You just can't," she pleaded, her plump knees
trembling as they splayed out and her hips twitching as I tortured her
arsehole with a vigorous hand-fuck. "That is why you will probably need
sanitary towels," I said. "I am going to stretch and ruin your arsehole
so that it will never close properly again. You will always feel as
though you want to shit and you will constantly soil your panties
unless you take some protection."

"Please don't," she pleaded, "I'll do anything."

"I know you will," I said, "but I think that your arse needs stretching
anyway. Now just get on and wank me. In fact, suck me off as well while
I have a drink and you can be thinking about it." Like the experienced
little cocksucker she had become she slid up and took four inches of my
prick into her hot little mouth and began to deliciously suck me off.
It was as if she hoped that by doing what I told her as well as she
could she would change my mind. I pulled my hand from her now gaping
arsehole, accompanied by a soft fart, and rammed it straight up her
cunt. She gasped with pain on my knob because this time I put all my
fingers and my thumb into her cunt and I began to slowly shove as much
of my hand into her as I could. I was determined to fist her stretched
and ruined cunt. She gasped. "Keep sucking," I snarled and slowly
pushed my whole hand into her cunt-hole until it was pressing against
her cervix and began to twist it from side to side, deliberately trying
to stretch her cunt further while admiring the gaping stretched
arsehole. Now that my whole hand was up her stretched and tortured cunt
I closed my fingers inside her into a fist and pushed it in until my
fingers met her cervix again. My hand was buried in the terrified
teenager's cunt up to my wrist. I could see the tears in her eyes and I
knew that it must be hurting but she did not dare to stop wanking me
and the soft blowjob I was getting was the best yet. I began to slowly
twist my fist from side to side in her cunt and, reaching down I
gripped her pony tail and pulled her head towards me so that she had to
take more of my prick into her mouth. "You are being fisted you little
whore," I said quietly, "now just suck me off a bit harder and keep
wanking." I lay back and watched her. She looked back helplessly her
pain-filled eyes fixed on mine. She gasped again but I felt the suction
on my knob suddenly increase and she carried on with her exciting
rhythmical wank. I knew that much more of this would make me come and I
decided to come in her mouth again. I just relaxed and let her wanking
hand coupled with the beautiful rhythmical sucking of my knob do its
work. I felt the pressure building up in my balls again and my prick
suddenly hardened. She had felt it before so she knew what was going to
happen. I saw her eyes widen but was too afraid to take her mouth away.
"Keep your lips closed and look at me. Don't take your mouth off my
prick till I tell you," I snarled and rammed my fist as hard up her
cunt as I could giving it a vicious twist as I filled her mouth and
throat with jet after jet of hot cum. She gagged a little but kept her
mouth on my prick while she swallowed my cum. A small trickle leaked
out of the corner of her mouth. I gave my fist a final twist in her
cunt, accompanied by a gasp of pain from her, and then pulled it out. I
had never seen such a large slack ruined cunt in my life even on a
fucked-out old whore. It was an open tube about four or five inches
across and I could see right up inside it where the walls were very
stretched and loose. It was clearly wrecked for ever. There was a small
trail of blood running back towards her arsehole where I must have cut
her with my nail. She lay with her head on my thigh and my semi-hard
prick in my mouth. Although she still had her hand around my shaft she
had stopped wanking me. "OK, cocksucker, just clean up my cock and
balls with your tongue while I have a drink." I lay back in contentment
and had another pull on my whisky while the fucked-out teenager cleaned
up my cock and balls with her hot little pink tongue.

I casually reached down and pushed four fingers and half my hand into
her slack arse and began to work them round. I felt the gasp of her
breath on my balls. "Please don't," she pleaded. I just looked at her
and she hurriedly kept on cleaning me with her tongue. "What's the
matter!" I asked her as her arse wriggled on my fingers. "It makes me
want to go to the toilet again," she whispered shyly. "That's not a bad
idea," I said, "I could do with a piss myself. Come on." She looked
horrified. "We can't go together," she gasped.

I laughed. "Just get in there," I said roughly, pulling my fingers out
of her slack arse and slapping her on the arse cheek. She looked
startled but shuffled off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. I
laughed when I saw how carefully she was walking and thought how
uncomfortable and sore she must be. I got off the bed and followed her,
giving her a sharp slap on the arse. She gasped and sobbed loudly. I
let her stand by the toilet while I washed my face. I then walked over
to her. "You can hold my prick while I piss," I said. She looked
horrified but didn't even bother arguing. When I had finished, I
gestured to the toilet. "Your turn," I said. She blushed again. "Please
wait outside," she whispered wretchedly. I just laughed. "Get on with
it," I said, and slapped her arse hard again. She burst into tears and
sat down on the toilet. I heard and smelt a soft fart and then a couple
of loud plops. She reached for the tissue and began to clean herself. A
look of sheer horror crossed her face and I knew that she had just
realised what I had done to her arse as she felt how loose and open it
was. She cried as she finished and stood up, shaking. I slapped her
arse hard a couple of times just to see her squirm and her whole body
jerked. "Wash your face and comb your hair and get back into the
bedroom," I said. She washed her face and reset her hair in it's pony
tail after combing it. I have to say that she looked much better.

I walked back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. She followed me
and stood uncertainly at the right hand side of the bed. I knew that
her resistance was completely broken and she was waiting to be told
what to do. I just let her stand while I looked over her quivering
form. "I am getting tired of looking at your slutty little whore's
body," I said harshly, "go to your bedroom and bring back all your
nighties and I'll tell you which one you can wear, and be quick." She
scuttled out and was back in about a minute with three night-dresses. I
chose a peach-coloured nylon one with a deep scalloped neckline that
clung to and outlined her tits and just reached to her hips. It was
normally worn with panties but she wouldn't be needing those. "Right,
slut," I said throwing it to her. "Put that on." She did, and with her
freshly brushed hair she looked like the virginal teenager that both
she and I knew that she would never be again. I knew the ruin that I
had caused under her nightie. I needed a rest after my efforts and I
had had enough whisky. On the dressing table was an automatic tea-
making set. "OK, Amanda, while I rest you can make me a nice cup of
tea." She rushed to do what I said while I enjoyed the sight if her in
her little nightie with her tits pressing out against the sheer nylon
fabric reflected in the mirrors. I was interested to see that her
nipples were still erect. She brought me my tea and stood waiting by
the bed. I pointed to the chair that she had used before. "Go and sit
over there," I said, "open your legs and hang your thighs over the
sides of the chair. Pull your nightie up so that I can see your cunt.
I'll call you when I want you. You can spend the time playing with your
tits.." She mechanically did as I said, fondling and squeezing her
tits, and looking at me through dead, hopeless, raped, fucked-out eyes.
Her cunt and arse gaped wide and I could see into both holes. The lips
of her cunt were swollen and hung slackly open and I could see some of
her insides beginning to droop out of her arse. I had really wrecked
her. I took another picture. I lay back looking into her eyes while I
enjoyed my tea.

"We can do a couple of things when I leave you," I said
conversationally. "I can leave you to get on with your life and explain
your baby to your parents and to Tim or I could send the pictures I
have taken to all your friends. If they see them they would know that
you are an available cunt who has been well fucked. Boys would never
treat you with respect again. They would only ask you out because they
know that they can fuck you - and they would fuck you because they'd
know that they could get away with it on every date. Once they know
that you have been fucked boys lose all respect for you and can just do
what they like to you and talk about it to their friends. Until your
pregnancy becomes obvious you would be the school slut and there
wouldn't be a thing that you could do about it." I could see the horror
dawning in her eyes as she thought about what I had just said. "Please
don't," she whispered desperately, "please don't."

"Don't you think that I should even send some pictures to Tim!" I
asked. "After all, he has been going out with you and he hasn't even
felt your tits. Don't you think that he deserves a fuck now that you
are available!" She sobbed loudly. "Please, please don't," she repeated
mechanically. I laughed. "I'll think about it," I said looking at her
still playing with her tits. I finished my tea and I could feel my
strength and interest returning.

"OK, Amanda, pour me some more tea and get your slutty little body back
over here," I said patting the bed beside me. She stiffly came and got
my cup and walked over to the dressing table and poured me another cup
of tea. With a shaking hand she brought it to my table and then lay
down beside me. I looked into her eyes. "You know what to do," I said
with a smile and lowered my mouth to hers and began another deep
thorough kiss. I took my time and began to feel her left tit through
the clinging nylon of her nightie. I felt her hand go to my prick and
begin to wank me off. Although my knob was only semi-hard yet I could
be patient. I knew that she would get it ready for me. I squeezed her
breast harder and she got the message. She tightened her grip on my
prick and increased her stroke beginning to give me a very thorough
wank. I took my lips from hers. "That's a good little girl," I said
mockingly, "you just know what to do automatically now don't you. I've
got a good mind to keep you as a pet." She looked into my eyes and
sobbed. I just let her carry on wanking me while I mauled her tits
roughly through the nylon, moving from one to the other and pulling on
the nipples until they were completely erect. With all this treatment
she really had outstanding nipples for a fifteen year old girl. By now,
even I was finding it hard to become erect again and I still had one
hole to fill. "Suck me off, Amanda," I ordered again, "and look at me
while you do it so that we can carry on talking." Without hesitation
she moved down the bed and took my semi-erect prick into her mouth,
washed round the knob end with her soft tongue and started to suck me
off while I looked into her eyes. She was getting more used to it and
was taking more of my prick into her mouth, washing my knobhead with
her tongue and sucking rhythmically in time with her wanking hand. I
reached down and started to move her head on my prick. She got the
message and started to fuck her own mouth with my cock. She was now
totally compliant. "I won't send my pictures to your friends," I said,
"it will be our secret, until you have to explain the baby. I know how
grateful you are so just keep on give me a nice wank and sucking me off
while I relax." Little did she guess what I had in store for her. If
she had known, she would have given the pictures out herself! I lay
back and finished my tea while I watched the fucked-out little teenager
sucking me off.

Now my prick was hard again. "Get up here, Amanda," I said. She moved
up the bed. "Just stay on your hands and knees," I ordered, "and face
the mirror." With a sob she did as I commanded without question, as I
knew she would. I kneeled behind her and flicked up the hem of her
little nightie, all the time looking in her eyes in the mirror. "Don't
dare move," I said, "I am going to go up your arse now." She gave a
loud sob and burst into tears. "Please, please don't," she begged. "Put
your arms on the bed in front of you," I commanded and rest your head
on them, keeping your arse stuck up in the air." She gave a loud
shuddering sob and complied. I gave her arse a few hard slaps just for
the hell of it making her whole body jerk and causing a loud sob each
time. "Are you ready!" I asked maliciously. She just sobbed louder,
shaking the bed. I parted her arse cheeks and looked at her wrecked
hole. I pressed my knobhead against the entrance and it slipped past
the outer ring of ruined and relaxed muscle without any problem. I was
now about two inches into her arse. She gave a loud wailing noise. I
slapped her arse hard. "Shut up, you little whore. Don't make that
noise again." She began to cry quietly. I began to fuck her ruined arse
going deeper with each stroke. She sobbed louder. I drew my cock back
to the entrance and with one shove buried it to the balls. She gave a
loud sob and continued weeping quietly and wretchedly. I reached under
her and grasped her dangling tits through the nylon of her nightie. She
was sweating with fear and the room stank of her again. I squeezed her
tits to get her attention and began to fondle them rather more firmly
than I knew would be comfortable. I whispered by her ear, "I am right
up your arse now, Amanda, and I am going to fuck it until it is
completely ruined." She sobbed loudly, "Please take it out," she
whined, "I'll do anything for you."

"I'll take it out when I am ready and not before," I said, and began to
roughly shaft her. My cock was rock hard again and her arse gripped it
tightly but I knew that this would not last. I continued to fuck her as
hard as I could giving her the full eight inches and slamming my balls
against her cunt with each stroke. I knew that I would not last very
long so I shafted her as hard and as deep as I could until I felt the
walls of her arse becoming moister and looser. With a groan, I squeezed
her tits tightly and shot the last ejaculation I would manage that
morning deep into her moist arse. "There you are, Amanda," I said,
"I've had your arsehole as well now." I pulled my prick out of her arse
and lay back. She did not move. "Clean me," I ordered. "She looked
round at me in dumb horror. I gave her a sharp slap on her arse. "Don't
make me repeat myself," I snarled. With a look of revulsion on her face
she scooted down the bed and began to clean my smelly prick and balls
with her tongue. I just lay and relaxed while she licked around my
balls. I looked down at her and she jumped and took my prick into her
mouth. I laughed. "I don't need that now," I said, "just turn round,
feet up to your arse, knees spread and show me your cunt and arse." I
looked down at the gaping ruin of her arse and decided that I might as
well finish the job properly. "Look into my eyes, Amanda, I am going to
ruin your arse for the rest of your life," I said. "Please, don't," she
whimpered helplessly.

I ignored her and put my right hand straight into her stretched and
sloppy hole. I got four fingers and most of my hand in with no trouble.
I pushed my thumb in as well and just kept pushing and twisting in the
wet hole until my hand was buried in her to the wrist. I closed my
fingers into a fist and began to rotate it in her ruined hole. She gave
a loud sob and involuntarily twitched her hips from side to side in
time with my twisting fist. She burst into an uncontrolled sobbing as
she writhed on the end of my fist. I slapped her to get her attention.
She looked dumbly up at me. "Now your arse has been fisted, Amanda," I
said, "It will never close up again properly and you will be shitting
in your panties every day. People will probably be able to smell you."
She went pale and continued to sob helplessly as I twisted my fist and
tried to loosen the walls of her arse even more. I pushed my fist as
hard up her arse as I could while watching her terrified and defeated
eyes. I gave a last twist and pulled my hand out of her arse to the
accompaniment of a loud fart and a bad smell. "Dirty girl!" I smiled. I
looked down between her spread thighs. She had two large pink gashes
now. Her cunt looked completely slack and ruined and I could see even
more of her insides hanging out of her arse. I thought that I had done
a good job. "Just you stay there and don't move," I commanded. I got
off the bed, went to the bathroom and washed my hands. When I came back
she was still lying in exactly the same position, as though paralysed
and quietly sobbing.

I had now come to the last act and I knew that I would not be able to
keep her still enough to do what I wanted. I left her lying where she
was and went to the dressing table. In the top drawer I found several
pairs of stockings. "Just right," I thought. On my way back to the bed
I picked up her panties which still lay where she had dropped them so
long before. "OK slut," I said brusquely, "nightie off and lie down on
the middle of the bed with your head on the pillow and your hands above
your head. She hurried to comply. I tied a loop in a stocking, slipped
it round her wrist and tied her hand to the head of the bed and then
did the same with the other hand. I squeezed her used panties into a
ball and stuffed them into her mouth, securing them with the silk scarf
I had put back in my bag downstairs. Her eyes bulged in terror and she
made muted whimpering noises through the gag. To concentrate her mind I
said sharply, "You know the position, feet up to your arse and knees
spread." She pulled up her feet and splayed her thighs and I took a
photograph of her ruined holes.

"Now I'm going to put the finishing touches to you Amanda darling," I
said, "you'll never forget me after this. Don't move a muscle or it
will be the worse for you. I'll be back in a minute." I went downstairs
to the kitchen, checking the time as I went, and came back with a bowl
of crushed ice. I reached in my bag and took out a professional pair of
piercing pliers. She shook her head in horror. I sat beside her and put
ice on each of her nipples. She gave a loud gasp. I casually pierced a
hole in each nipple and threaded them with a gold ring to which was
attached a thin chain joining each nipple and running down her belly to
her cunt. I was going to pin her labia together but I had made such a
mess of her cunt that this was not possible. I didn't bother with ice
this time, I just pierced each of her cunt lips, threaded a gold ring
through each and joined them to her nipple chains. She gasped with
horror and her splayed thighs were trembling uncontrollably. "You look
very nice, Amanda," I said mockingly, "now for your ears." She shook
her head violently. I slapped her hard across the face twice. "I told
you, slut. Lie still," I snarled. She looked up at me fearfully, her
whole body shaking. As I had noted earlier, she had a pair of modest
small gold studs in her ears. That was not enough for me. I pierced
three holes in each of her ears and put large slutty rings in each of
them. She wept quietly. Now for the final touch. I knew that I would
have to do this quickly while she was still in shock. I seized her
bottom lip and pulling it forward I suddenly pierced it about half an
inch below her lip in the midline. Her eyes widened and she gasped in
pain and fear. I took a big gold stud with a barb on it and pushed it
into the hole. The barb stuck into her lip and I knew that plastic
surgery would now be the only way to remove it. Whatever she did with
the others she had that one permanently. I took a tissue and wiped off
all the blood. I took a photograph of her before her mouth began to
bruise. She lay quietly weeping.

"I am going to take the gag off now Amanda, I said, "don't make a
sound." I put the scarf and all my equipment back in my bag while she
lay there crying. I went to the bathroom and had a quick shower and
came back and dressed. Amanda was still lying weeping with her heels
drawn up and her thighs widely splayed. Her spirit was completely
broken and she would never be the same again. I took a last look at
her, picked up my bag, went downstairs and slipped out through the
garden the way I had come in.

Epilogue.

I always like to see the effects of my adventures so about eight months
later I checked up on Amanda. I had to wait for a while in my car
parked along the road from her house and I had to make quite a few
visits but eventually my patience was rewarded. I saw her come out of
her garden gate and walk along the pavement towards me. She did not
look like a teenager any more but more like a woman in her middle
twenties. She ware a tight dress which showed that her tits were much
bigger and had begun to sag. Her belly was enormously distended and her
legs were swollen up. It would clearly not be long before my baby was
born. She walked slowly along the pavement with a hopeless air of
dejection about her and to my pleasure I saw the sun glint on the gold
stud in her lower lip. I smiled with satisfaction and drove home.

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