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GIRL FOR SALE by Dean King
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Amber swallowed nervously as she walked up the stairs. She was late
coming home from school. And after having been grounded by Daniel just
the other day, too. He always seemed to be angry at her, and she was
always doing something to screw up. She did try to be good, at least,
she thought she did, but something always seemed to happen.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it slowly and
quietly behind her. Daniel had been unemployed for almost a year now,
and perhaps that was what made him so angry at her.
Of course, he didn't spend much time or effort looking for work,
spending all his time on the couch watching TV, but still, she guessed
it must be hard on him. At least, she'd heard it could be hard on
people who were unemployed. She sighed unhappily. Sometimes she wished
her mother would just tell him to go away.
Amber had no idea what she saw in the man, or why she seemed to dote
on him so.
"Where the hell have you been, you slut?"
She gulped and cringed back against the door, eyes widening.
"Uhm, I uh, I missed my bus," she squeaked.
He got off the couch and moved towards her, clad only in his pyjama
bottoms. He hadn't shaved today, and clutched a can of beer in one
hand.
"I told you you were grounded!"
"I uh, I know, Daniel," she gulped.
"That means coming home right after school!"
"I did! I mean, I would have if the bus..."
He swung his hand and slapped her across the face. Her books went
flying and she reeled back against the wall, stunned.
"You lying little whore!" he shouted. "You expect me to believe that
shit?! You're out with some goddam boy, aren't you?"
"No!" she whimpered. "I wasn't! The bus came early!"
"You lying bitch!"
He grabbed her hair and yanked her away from the wall, ignoring her
yelp and whimpers as he pulled her into the room.
"I give an order, I expect you to obey it," he hissed, throwing her
forward so she stumbled and fell against the sofa.
"But I diiiiid," she whined.
"Bout time I taught you a lesson, girl," he sneered, slamming his can
down on a table.
He went up to the trembling teenager and his eyes flicked down to her
slim waist. His hands gripped the buckle of her belt, and, as she
blinked in surprise, and sniffed back tears, he undid it, then ripped
the belt out of its loops, jerking her around and almost spinning her
as he pulled it free.
He folded it in his hand and swung the doubled up belt against his
other hand as he looked at the frightened girl.
"Now you're gonna bend over the couch and learn some discipline," he
growled.
"But...but...but Daniel," she gasped. "I didn't..."
"Do what you're told!" he roared.
She jerked back, crying out in alarm and fear, then, trembling, she
turned away from him and bent over the back of the sofa a little bit.
"I...I tried to come home on time," she pleaded. "It wasn't my fault
the bus came early!"
"Shut up and drop your pants."
"Wha...what?" she gasped.
"You heard me, you little whore."
She gasped in shock. He couldn't mean... it wasn't like she was a
little girl any more! How could he expect her to - .
"But...but Daniel..."
"Do what you're told!" he yelled.
Her sniffles turned into sobs as she unclipped the front of her jeans,
then slowly shoved them downwards. Her skin flushed in embarrassment
as she exposed her panty clad buttocks, and her hands trembled as
tears filled her eyes.
"Hurry up, you whore!"
He gripped the back of her neck and shoved down hard, bending her way
over, then his other hand gripped the back of her pants and yanked
them down around her knees. To her shock, he then grabbed her panties
and jerked them down too.
She yelped and tried to grab at them but he twisted his hand, pulling
her hair sharply, and making her cry out in pain.
"Put your hands down on the sofa!" he ordered. "Go on. Do what you're
told, bitch!"
She sobbed in misery and humiliation as he jerked her panties down to
her knees too, then let go of her neck and stepped back. A moment
later she heard a swishing sound, then something cracked against her
round buttocks.
A split second later a blast of pain made her cry out, and made the
tears pour from her eyes as her body shook and trembled. Again the
belt lashed down across her soft, upraised buttocks, sending another
jagged blast of pain into her body.
She sobbed piteously, her bottom burning as the belt descended again
and again and again on her poor bare bottom. The pain seemed to fill
the entire world, burning and tearing at her as the belt continued to
lash across her upturned buttocks.
She felt ashamed at him looking at her bare bottom like he was. It
wasn't like he was even her father, or even her step-father. He had
only moved in with her mother last year, not married her. And she was
old enough now to be on her own! It wasn't right that he treated her
like a child! If only she had a job, some money, some way of living on
her own!
The belt slashed across her bottom with another sharp, stinging blast
of pain and Amber cried out, her hips jerking violently as fresh tears
filled her eyes. She tried to keep her legs tight together, wanting to
hide her pussy as much as possible, but every time the belt struck her
it was as if her legs had a mind of their own and jerked apart as her
bottom shook violently. She cringed in shame as she yanked her thighs
back together, wondering what he was seeing, what he was thinking.
Far more than the shame, though, the pain tore through her. Amber was
a sweet, gentle girl, who was seldom exposed to any real anger, let
alone pain. Her parents had never used a belt on her, nor even really
found cause to punish her.
Nothing she did ever seemed to please Daniel, though. She thought it
was dreadfully unfair of him not to believe her. How could she be
blamed if the bus came early. Why wouldn't he understand?
Of course Daniel didn't really care. He punished her because he could,
because he was working his way up to control, control of her like he
had of her mother. Daniel didn't work because he didn't want to work,
and though Paula, Amber's mother, made decent money as an executive
secretary, he wanted more.
And this little bitch was, he thought, the way to get it. It had taken
him time to get Paula to the point where she was wrapped around his
little finger. Now he was pretty sure he could take care of this one.
She was obviously none too bright, and had no more will power than her
mother. Otherwise she'd have told him to go fuck himself and
threatened to call the cops. No, he would get this one, just like he
got her mom.
The methods would be different. For Paula, he used flattery and just
the right amount of criticism. He flattered her looks constantly,
making her preen and smile. But he criticised almost everything she
did, to the point where she was so uncertain of herself she asked him
what to do about almost everything.
By now she was so in love with him, so unable to do without him, and
so sure that he was a wonderful man who could do no wrong, that he
felt confident she wouldn't interfere as he turned Amanda in the
direction he felt would be best - for him.
Unlike her mother, Amanda wasn't at all smart. There was no way she
was going to get a good-paying job as an executive secretary. She was
lucky to get the occasional C in her report cards. Mostly she got Ds
and Fs.
She was however, a gorgeous looking piece of ass. He'd noticed that
the first time he'd set eyes on her. She had a sweet, heart shaped
face with a tiny snub nose and full, sensuous lips. Her eyes were wide
and green, and innocent, or perhaps, vacant, he sniggered.
Her hair was thick, rich mahogany, and tumbled over her shoulders and
halfway down her back in waves of light, wavy curls.
She had a body that just wouldn't quit. Her breasts were full and firm
and round, a pair of thirty-eight D cups that he was just drooling to
get his mouth and hands on. She had a slim, tiny waist, and a full,
round, apple of an ass.
An ass that stared at him now, all white and beautiful, even if it was
criss-crossed with red welts. His cock was sticking out like it was
made of stone as he slashed the belt across her perfect little ass
again. Beneath her firm young buttocks was her small tight pussy, and
the little slit between her lips that seemed to beckon his cock
forward.
Surely she wasn't still a virgin, he thought, as he whipped the belt
down again, not a big titted cow like her. He wanted to find out, to
find out right then and there, to stuff his cock into her soft tight
little cunt to the balls.
But he had to be patient. He had to be, if she was going to be the
treasure he wanted her to be. Daniel loved pussy, but he loved money
more.
He cracked the belt down a final time, then stopped. He reached
forward and gripped her by the hair, pulling her upright once again
and jerking her back from the sofa. he looked down at her brown furred
pussy before turning his eyes to her tear-stained face.
"Now you get upstairs and don't come down again until dinner," he
snapped, shoving her towards the stairs.
Of course, with her pants around her knees, she stumbled and fell, but
he didn't mind watching as she slowly got back to her knees, then
pulled her pants up and stumbled up the stairs.
He nodded in satisfaction. He'd slapped her a few times, more and more
lately, but this was the first time he'd really given her a beating.
It wouldn't take much to make her his dog, if he was right, and her
mother would almost certainly accept anything he did, so long as he
could give the slightest justification.
Upstairs, Amber sniffled and whimpered as she gazed at her bottom in
the mirror. She winced as she ran her fingers over the welts, wishing
Daniel had never come to live with them, wishing he would die. She was
almost finished school. Maybe she could find a job of some kind -
though her marks were horrible, of course, and she'd failed many
classes - and wasn't really good at very much. Her mind trailed off
miserably.
It never occurred to her that Daniel had any purpose other than
discipline, that he was anything but unfair and nasty and mean. That
he might have done it just so he could make her more and more obedient
to him, that he had ordered her pants down just so he could gaze at
her naked bottom.
For Amber truly wasn't all that smart, and was, despite the many boys
who had tried to get into her pants, rather innocent, as well. Sex,
she thought, was a dirty thing that good girls didn't do. She had
always been taught that, and only that had kept her from giving in to
the many types of persuasion they had tried on her.
Though she was embarrassed at Daniel seeing her bare behind, she would
have been astonished and horrified if she'd know how close he'd come
to losing control and simply raping her.
Instead, she just thought he was mean. She would tell her mother how
mean he was.
She had a lot of doubt, though, that her mother would side with her.
Her mother always seemed to side with Daniel, no matter how unfair he
was.
As it happened, before she could even complain to her Daniel told her
what he'd done. In fact, the first Amber knew she was even home from
work was when she opened the door to her bedroom.
"So," she glared. "You just can't behave, can you?"
"But mother!"
"Don't you mother me, young lady," her mother glared, shaking her
finger at Amber. "You were told to come home right after school."
"But the bus was early!" she whined.
"Oh, you're such a little liar," her mother snapped. "Daniel doesn't
believe you, and neither do I."
"But I..."
"You just stay here until dinner. In fact, you'll be lucky if I even
let you eat dinner."
"But it's not fair!" she whined.
"Your father should've taken a belt to your behind long ago. Maybe
you'd be more honest now. Maybe you'd be getting better marks at
school. Maybe you'd have graduated last year and be working and not
just lazing around doing nothing and costing me a fortune."
"I try to study," she said sullenly.
"You don't try very hard. And another thing, you stop flirting with
Daniel!"
"What?"
"You heard me. He tells me how you're always flirting with him to try
and get out of punishments."
"But I don't!" she gasped.
"You remember what I said," her mother snapped, shaking her finger
again.
She went out and slammed the door, and Amber stared after her
indignantly. Flirting with Daniel? She hated Daniel! The very idea
that he would tell her mother she flirted with him was infuriating.
She would move out! She would! All she needed was - well, money.
She punched her small fists into the bed and glowered at the closed
door, but knew it would be pointless to try and go out and talk to her
mother now. Maybe later, when she wasn't in such a bad mood she'd
listen to reason.
But she didn't listen to reason. In fact, over the next couple of
weeks she accused Amber of flirting with Daniel several more
occasions. One time she even slapped her face after a long screaming
match about her supposedly flaunting herself at Daniel.
Amber had tearfully tried to explain that she'd only been on her way
from the shower to her room. She had been sure she'd brought her robe
with her, but somehow she'd forgotten. And the large towel she'd
thought she'd taken into the bathroom turned out to be a really small
one that was barely big enough to reach from her groin to her breasts.
And of course, when he'd yelled at her like that she'd been so
startled the towel had sort of...well, opened a bit. But she hadn't
known he was out there, she really hadn't! The last thing she wanted
to do was show him anything!
Her mother just didn't seem to believe her. What was worse, Daniel
insisted she bring home all her marks, even the ones from homework.
Since most of her marks were pretty bad, that gave him even more cause
to punish her.
Three more times over the next two weeks he made her bend over, then
whipped her bare behind with a belt. And he slapped her bottom or face
or yanked her hair more times than she could count. He was always
yelling at her, too, and calling her names.
Amber had always been meek, but she was soon reduced to a timid,
trembling mess who jumped at every sound. She was even starting to
stutter and tremble a little when anyone was upset with her. She found
it harder and harder to disagree with people in case they got mad at
her.
Then, one morning, Daniel came bursting into her room only a little
after she'd wakened. He was furious at her because he couldn't find a
CD, and thought she'd taken it. He slapped her face when she denied
it, then pulled her hair as he tried to get her to admit she'd taken
it.
He heaved her on the bed and let her curl up there whimpering and
sobbing as he searched through her CDs, then went through her dresser
drawers and closet. Then, much to her shock, he sat down beside her on
the bed and stroked her head, apologising for being so mean to her.
She was so stunned by that she couldn't even speak. He pulled her into
a sitting position the end of the bed and put his arm around her as he
told her how sorry he was. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to
clear the tears from them, totally flustered at this new friendly
Daniel, and not wanting to do or say anything that might bring back
the nasty mean version.
He stroked her head softly as he told her how hard it was for him to
be unemployed, and how he was sorry he sometimes took it out on her.
He told her he loved her! Which stunned her. He told her how sweet,
and pretty she was, what a nice girl she was, and how he only wanted
what was best for her.
He kissed her on the forehead as he stroked her shoulders. He smiled
at her, and she smiled tentatively back, blinking her eyes.
"You really are a beautiful girl, Amber," he said.
"Uhmm, tha...thanks," she gulped in confusion.
"I bet the boys are sure after you."
She smiled weakly, blushing a bit.
"I hope you're not doing anything you shouldn't be," he said sternly.
"No!" she gulped, eyes widening.
"Good. Not that...not that you aren't old enough," he said, eyes
flicking down to her bare, shapely legs.
"It's just that boys your age wouldn't know what to do with a young
woman's body. You'd be wasting your time to let them do anything. A
luscious morsel like you should find a real man to teach you how much
pleasure sex can be."
"I...I don't understand," she said.
He smiled and squeezed her shoulder.
"Amber, Amber, Amber," he said. "You've got eyes. You know what you
look like. You are as prime a piece of hot, sexy girl flesh as I've
seen in a long, long time. It would be a crying shame for some fumble-
fingered little punk to get his hands on this body and ruin it."
"R...ruin it?"
"Well sure. You know, if the first guy who does it to you doesn't know
what he's doing, it could seriously damage your body. You're like
a...a fine sports car. It takes a real professional to appreciate you,
to make your engine purr."
"I...I don't understand," she repeated.
"Amber," he smiled. "You know you've been kind of coming onto me these
last few weeks."
"I have not!" she gasped.
"It's all right," he smiled, squeezing her shoulder again. "I
understand. It's only natural that you want a strong, good looking guy
like me to show you the ropes, so to speak."
"But...but I..."
"Shhh," he smiled, kissing her on the forehead again.
His hand slid up behind her head and then his lips pressed down
against hers. Her hands rose, but she put little force into it as she
pressed them against him. She was shocked, stunned. She didn't know
what to do, how to respond.
She tried to think how she might have given him these signs he spoke
of, wondering how such a thing could have happened. She had no desire
to have him touching her in any way! She didn't want to say this,
though. She was afraid he would start yelling at her again, start
slapping her and calling her names. It was so nice to have him being -
well, nice to her.
She gasped as his hand came up and cupped her breast, stroking and
caressing it through her thin nightshirt. She tried to push his hand
away but then he pulled back on her hair, and let his weight come
against her as he forced her back onto the bed.
"Da...Da...Daniel," she gasped, trying to wriggle free.
"Come on, baby. You know what you want," he breathed, crushing her
lips with his.
His hand squeezed her breast harder as his weight pinned her to the
bed. Her legs jerked helplessly as he stabbed his tongue into her
mouth. She couldn't pull free, and was still uncertain how to respond.
She couldn't bring herself to slap him, or anything like that. She was
terrified of what he would do if she even tried.
Yet she was embarrassed, and horrified as his hand groped at her
breasts and his tongue slid into her mouth. She tried to jerk her head
away, but he held her by the hair. She felt brief relief when his hand
slid off her breast, but then she sensed his fingers at the buttons
running down the front of the shirt.
She gasped anew, trying to push him away. His weight pinned her right
arm to the bed, however, and she felt the buttons slipping free one
after another.
"Daniel!" she gasped. "Nooooo! Dooon't!"
"Man, I been watching you shake your tight little ass around for too
long," he groaned. "I gotta have a piece of that pussy."
Amber felt the shirt parting, felt her breasts exposed to the air,
then her belly, then the shirt slid apart completely and she was
virtually bare beneath him.
She blushed deeply as he tore his lips free and pushed himself back.
She tried to cover herself, but he gripped her wrists, shoving them
against the bed above her head, then pinning them together with one
hand. He gazed down at her nudity in lust and admiration.
Her chest heaved as she whimpered in embarrassment and misery. She was
so...so bare! Even when she had messed around with guys, it had never
been like this. She had never had herself so exploded to their gaze.
She was hideously embarrassed as he ran his eyes over her body.
"Man," he said. "You are one gorgeous little piece of ass. I don't
know when I've seen a better one."
Despite her embarrassment she felt a tinge of pride at his obvious
admiration. Yet still she struggled as he brought his hand down onto
her bare breast, arching and twisting as he stroked and squeezed the
soft, full breast.
He bent and rubbed his face against her breasts, using his hand to
crush the soft, warm flesh over his face as he licked and sighed in
happy pleasure. He laughed, pushing his face up and away, then
fingered her nipples, squeezing and twisting them.
"Please!" she groaned. "Daniel! Stop it! Stop iiiit!"
"You're too beautiful for me to do that," he said. "No man could live
with a hot little pussy like you and not grab a piece."
He licked at her right nipple, then pulled it into his mouth and
sucked avidly, his teeth gnawing and chewing on the surrounding flesh.
At the same time his free hand slid down her belly and in between her
legs. She cried out in surprise and embarrassment, then groaned as he
rubbed and squeezed her pussy mound.
He suddenly raised himself upwards on his knees. He reached over her
to the upper corner of her bed, where her robe was draped, and tore
the soft belt from the loops. He wrapped it around her wrists, using
his knees to pin her arms down as he tied them tightly together.
Then he tied the other end of the belt to the headboard above her, and
sat back. Amber pulled and pulled at the belt, moaning in
embarrassment and fear as he grinned in lewd pride. He shifted further
down her body, then knelt between his legs, pressing down on her
thighs to spread them further apart.
He slid through them and onto her body, kissing her as his own body
crushed hers. Her moans and begging appeals were crushed by his lips
as he ground himself against her. His hands fondled and caressed her
body, running up and down her hips and thighs and over her breasts as
his tongue twirled inside her mouth.
She begged him to stop, even though she knew he wouldn't. Suddenly he
drew a hand back and slapped her face hard, throwing it to the side.
She saw stars and blinked her eyes as the flash of pain momentarily
dazed her.
"I don't want to hear your whining any more," he said calmly.
Then he returned to his enjoyment of her body, licking and sucking and
chewing on her throat and breasts as his hands roamed over her flesh.
He moved downwards, sliding his tongue around her belly button, then
down through her thin thatch of pussy hair.
He forced her thighs further apart, his hands stroking up and down
against them as he stared into her soft, tight little pussy slit. He
licked along her thighs, then up and down alongside her slit. His
fingers massaged her flesh as he slowly eased his tongue against her
slit and rolled it up and down.
Amber gulped in horror and embarrassment, but fought back any sound
lest he get mad and hit her again. Her entire body strained and
trembled as his tongue and fingers probed at her pussy opening. She
knew he was going to do...it...to her, but knew nothing she could do
or say would stop him.
His fingers pressed against her tight slit, then slowly eased between
prying her sex lips open. A sob escaped her as her pink insides were
exposed to air and his gloating eyes, and she felt his tongue
slithering inside.
She trembled in terror as his tongue lapped at her sex, sure that
terrible pain would soon follow. She clenched her jaw, closed her eyes
tightly, and moaned weakly as his fingers probed against her hole. She
felt one of them slowly easing inside, pressing forward, then back,
then forward deeper.
His finger slid into her bit by bit as his tongue slurped and sucked
and licked across her pink flesh. She could feel it stroking across
her clitty, and was amazed that this was happening to her, that she
was involved in such a wicked, wanton act.
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