STING : by (c) Robert Lilly     Mf    MF(nc)  Mf(nc)

John Oliviera sat in his deckchair beside the pool congratulating himself.  Life 
was good. A top job as Senior Geologist with a huge oil company. Though he'd 
had to work to get there. Lovely house in a beautiful town.  Lovely new bride. He 
stole a glance at her sitting beside 
him. So small and apparently frail, but her body lithe and firm. She had that 
golden, glowing brown skin that made the prettiest girls of his part of India so 
very desirable. He had been without sex for the twelve years since his graduation, 
fighting his way through the ranks of the company. But he had known this girl 
was the prize that awaited him. Though both families were Catholic, they kept the 
old tradition of  arranged marriages. As soon as she graduated (in accountancy) 
she had been sent out to join him.

The Kovaks girl rode past on her bicycle. Her gray pleated skirt was to his eyes 
scandalously short, and as she pedaled you could see her panties, light green silk 
today. 
He just could not help following with his gaze her long, slender legs, her tits, 
small but rounded against her t-shirt, and her golden hair streaming behind her. 
From behind he could see her cute butt, muscles working under her tight panties. 
He felt a stirring in his groin, but immediately banished the guilty thought. She 
was only fourteen after all, and a child, however sexy she seemed.

And yet he wished his wife was a bit more assertive. In bed they had slow, 
tranquil sex, always him on top, always on Sunday after mass, when she was 'at 
her purest and closest to God', always her coming with a gentle sigh and then him 
releasing himself into her. He knew sex could be more passionate and exciting, 
and more varied. But his wife had been brought up that it was to make children, 
and in one position only.

Kovaks and his daughter had introduced themselves briefly the day they moved 
in. The next Sunday, they found both families went to the same Church, and had 
chatted after the service. His wife was so demure, eyes downcast mostly as she 
had been taught. Stacy Kovaks was so open, so modern, her eyes flashing and her 
laughter engaging. He had found himself wondering what she would be like in 
bed. Guiltily, he realized he knew she would be energetic, active and stimulating, 
ready to experiment with anything. And, although he loved his wife, her shining 
black hair, and her glowing brown-yellow skin, this golden blonde was closer to 
his sexual ideal.

Stacy rode back again, and this time he imagined what it would be like to undress 
her and run his lips over her body, arousing her passion and then satisfying her. 
She gave a cheery wave as she passed. He waved back.

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'Shit, this is a boring dump. How much longer I gotta stay here. And I'm pissed 
off with wearing this girlie gear.' Stacy was pouting, and to some tastes looking 
very sexy in her tight, white t-shirt, gray pleated miniskirt, and trainers with white 
cotton socks.

'Remember where you were before I had you sprung. And think yourself lucky. 
You had at least another four years. You'd have been eighteen before they let you 
out.'

'Fuck you, mister!' 

'I've told you. Call me daddy until this job's over. Always.' He had a hand on each 
shoulder, and was shaking her.

'You like the teenagers, don't you, Daddy . You like their firm tits, slim hips and 
long legs. I've seen you looking at Mrs Oliviera next door. That's how you like 
them, isn't it. Meek and humble, and hard little bodies.' And it was true. He had 
his hand up under her t-shirt while she was baiting him, squeezing her firm little 
bosom. She never wore a brassiere, and never needed one either. She ground her 
belly against his, and could feel his erection, as she knew she would. 'It's your 
daughter you really want, isn't it, mister, it's Fiona.'

'Don't you ever mention her again, slut. You're not fit to wash her shoes.' He had 
his other hand on her arse, his finger slipping under the edge of her panties and 
into her slit. She was as wet as he was hard.

'She's so virginal and pure. That's why you hide her away in that English boarding 
school ...so you don't get tempted to fuck her. I know you.' She had her hand 
down his waistband and grasped his cock, feeling it throb as he slobbered over 
her neck and fumbled and fondled her. She opened his zip, and took it out. 'I 
know you. That's why you got the hots for me, and for Mrs Oliviera come to that.'

'Slut!' He had her pressed up against the wall now, and as they kissed she was 
wanking him, running her hand faster and faster up and down his shaft.  'I get to 
fuck Mr Oliviera. Why not you Mrs in return?' He was silent. Her t-shirt was 
rumpled up over her tits and he was licking and sucking her nipples. 'A hard 
little-girl body, and an all over Asian tan. You'd love it. Body like Fiona's to 
fuck.'

His finger was up her from behind, finger-fucking her round the hem of her 
panties. 'Shit, mister, that's good... fuckinell...I'm coming...I'm 
cooooooommming.' Her fist was suddenly covered in his sticky cum. As usual 
there was a lot of it. He bit her left tit as he came, and this was enough to give her 
her climax. He felt her vigorous, muscular vagina grip his finger.

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The office was spacious, with expensive-looking mahogany chairs round a huge, 
polished table. High up in the building, it had a view over the whole city. It could 
have been anywhere in the world, in any of a hundred cities because the oil 
business is global. In fact it was in the USA, in Texas to be precise. Only four of 
the chairs were occupied, round the end of the table.

A hard-faced young man was talking, the three older men listening.

'They've targeted one of our senior geologists this time.'

'No doubt about it, I suppose?'

'His house has been bugged. State of the art cameras. Couldn't be his wife or him 
done it. You need connections to get that gear. And Kovaks has moved in next 
door with a nymphet he claims is his daughter. In fact she's a girl he had sprung 
from Prison. State Juvenile Correction Unit to be exact. Real name Ivy Wigg. 
Inside for picking up business men down-town and taking them to a cash 
dispenser with a knife at their throat. Nasty little girl. Only genuine thing about 
her is her age. She's fifteen, and a looker, I tell you.'

'Honey trap, then?'

'Yesssir. With little Ivy as the bait. And your Head Geologist as the rabbit.'

'Kovaks still with Global Mammooth?'

'Sir'

'Well, let's show them we got teeth too!' He got nods of approval from the other 
two 
executives. 'Scenario B, then. It's simplest and best. And will really hurt them.'

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The summer seemed to go on for ever. Oliviera was sitting by his pool only half-
working, reading an article on the analysis of diatom fossils. He saw Stacy 
tripping by on the pavement, a bundle of library books under her arm. She waved 
at him, and suddenly all the books were scattered on the ground around her. By 
the time he had left his deckchair and gone over to help her, she had arranged 
them in an orderly pile again.

'You all right, Stacy?'

'Yes, Mr Oliviera, thanks. I was clumsy. That's all.' She knew exactly what she 
was doing when she bent over to pick the books up again. Oliviera was treated to 
a view of her bottom as she leaned over. Her blue satin panties were stretched 
tight over enticing sun-tanned cheeks. But even more excitingly for him, the 
crotch had ridden up between her cuntlips. It seemed to have been twisted and 
slipped right into her slit. The plump lips were virtually naked, and there was a 
light fuzz of blonde hair. He was instantly erect. She could see the tent in his 
shorts, but judged the moment not quite right yet. Let him have a night or two to 
remember and fantasize about her teen body. 


Two days later, he has just seen his wife drive off to work...on Fridays she only 
works the afternoon at the bank. He intends to sit by his pool and tidy up his 
week's work on the laptop. Looking idly out of the bedroom window, he sees his 
lolita-neighbour step through her patio door carrying a huge, white towel. She 
lays it on the grass, and lays down to sunbathe. He can just make out she is 
wearing a light blue bikini. He strains his eyes, and then remembers the 
binoculars. In focus, he can see the two tiny triangles of blue silk over her breasts. 
No tan lines, so she must sometimes sunbathe nude, unless she has a bikini even 
smaller than this. That doesn't seem likely, as most of her lovely, golden, rounded 
breast is naked. He feels his erection return as he sees, before his very eyes, tiny 
nubs appear as her nipples seem to harden. The binoculars sweep down to her 
belly and the tight little navel. How he would love to lick round and round that 
sweet little belly-button. And now down to the scarcely larger triangle of her 
bikini trunks. Surely she must have shaved, the triangle of blue silk is so small. 
She may only be a teen, but surely she must have more pubic hair naturally than 
that? The swell of her mound starts uncovered, and it is only really down very 
close to her crotch she has covered. Again, there is no tanline. Absent mindedly, 
he has pulled his shorts down a few inches, and is rubbing his cock with his left 
hand.

Stacy has caught the glint of his binoculars reflected from an upstairs window 
next door , and knows she is being watched. Good! The fish is hooked and now 
she just has to land it. She pulls at the bow on the side of her bikini bottoms and 
suddenly her hip and mons is bare...but not her cunt. She pulls the cloth harder 
into her slit, and re-ties the bow. Through his binoculars, Oliviera can see her 
cuntlips etched against the thin cloth. Now she turns over on her side and pulls at 
the bow between her shoulder blades. For a second he has a sight of her lovely 
breasts, their nipples surprisingly tiny, but brown. Then she is on her belly, 
sunning her back. The blue thong divides the cheeks of her buttocks, hiding 
nothing except her secret rose, and the plump purse of her little blonde box.

It takes him ten minutes in the cold shower to reduce his erection. He doesn't 
really approve of jerking off now he is married and tries not to whenever tempted. 
Decent again, he goes down to the poolside with his laptop. He sits so he can see 
the near-nude teen beauty out of the corner of his eye.

She reaches behind her and reties the bra. Then getting up athletically, she walks 
towards him, holding her towel. She steps lightly over the token white, wicket 
fence, her stride emphasising her long, slender legs. She stands beside him. He 
has dreamed about her flat belly, round bottom, plump cuntlips, legs, blonde hair 
and innocent open smile  for the past two nights. More accurately, the memory of 
them has kept him from sleeping. And now that so-desirable mound is inches 
from his face as she speaks.

'Sorry to disturb you while you're working, Mr Oliviera. But I'm so hot, I wonder 
if I can use your pool. Daddy is going to get one, but It won't be this summer I 
think.'

Oliviera wishes he has something to put on his lap to cover up the tent his hard-
on is making in his boxers. 'Of course you may, my dear. Any time you like. And 
there's no need to ask again.'

'Thanks so much, Mr Oliviera.' He is certain she is looking at his cock. He looks 
down, and can see it embarrassingly clearly outlined through the thin cotton. She 
looks him direct in the eyes and gives him a lovely, girlish smile.

And then, dropping the towel, she runs lightly to the pool edge and enters 
headfirst with a real racing dive. He watches as she covers several lengths of the 
pool with a strong, easy stroke, before stopping at his end. She knows he has been 
watching her, and also that as she pulls herself out of the pool, her bikini slips 
slightly, giving a view of her bosom almost down to the nipples.

Beside him again, she wraps herself in the towel.

'That was lovely, Mr Oliviera. Don't you swim?'

'I'm not as good as you, my dear. That was a joy to watch.'

She laughs, and he blushes as he realizes her eyes are again focused  on his 
crotch. She seems as keen to ogle him there as he had been to avoid being seen 
with his gaze concentrated on her little honeypot. Then he realizes what she is 
doing. With the towel still wrapped round her she has undone the bow on her bra. 
It drops to her feet. Now her hands are working on the bikini bottom. That tiny, 
wet triangle equally falls to her feet.

'Can't stand wet cossies, can you?  Ooops! That's awkward.' For a moment, 
attempting to dry herself, the towel nearly slips off. Only a shoulder is revealed, 
but it is a close-run thing before she gathers it again. 'It is difficult. That's why I 
hate changing on a beach! Though I don't mind it when the boys do!' She 
giggled. 'Do you think I'm terrible?'

'Of course not, my dear. You're too pretty to be anything but charming.'

'How nice. Help me dry myself, please.'

Hardly daring, he stands up and pats the towel where it passes over her back. 
Then round her shoulders, and now her breasts. He can feel how firm they are 
under his palms, even through the fluffy towel. He pats her belly, and rubs the 
towel over her bottom, those buttocks that have disturbed his sleep since the 
library book episode.

'You're so gentle, Mr Oliviera. And now up between.' He pats and rubs the 
inside of her thighs and then right up into her crotch. That sweet little honeypot is 
under his palms, with only the towel between him and paradise. 'That's lovely. 
Like a caress. Mmmmm. Oh dear! Look, my hair must have dripped on your 
shorts.'

He knew, and she knew, though he did not know that she knew, that the damp 
patch on his cotton shorts was not drips from her hair...but his own precum. He 
was desperately aroused. She was confident now she had got him, and launched 
into the words that had been scripted for her by her employer, the bully Kovaks. 
'Swimming pool chlorine is murder on my fine hair...especially if I leave it to dry 
in the sun. I've broken my hairdryer. Have you got one I could borrow?'

She and Kovaks knew he had, and more to the point, it was kept in the main 
bedroom, where Kovacs had installed his cameras. That very morning she and her 
Boss had watched Mrs Oliviera dry her hair after her shower, and Stacy had given 
her 'father' a quick blowjob while he watched the reverse striptease of the pretty 
little Asian putting her lingerie on.

She follows him up the stairs. 'No, you do it for me.'

Oliviera could see why. She couldn't dry her hair and keep decently covered in 
the towel. As she sat on the marital bed, he dried her lovely shoulder-length 
blonde hair, sensuously running the fine strands through his fingers. He had 
stopped worrying about his erection now. It really was so very obvious she must 
have seen it, and even at her age it did not seem to worry her. 'Kids nowadays!' 
he thought.

'I think it's dry now, my dear.'

'Good! Because...' Suddenly the towel dropped from her, and she was naked 
before him. He started as if stung by a wasp. Then he felt her arms round his hips, 
her naked breasts with their hard nipples pressing into his belly. 'I may only be 
fourteen, Mr Oliviera, but I'm not as innocent as I look. Like I've done it a lot. 
And Daddy doesn't mind. In fact he has had me put on the pill, so I don't get any 
accidents, he says.' She had the waistband of his shorts pulled down, and his cock 
was against her soft, smooth cheek.

'No, Stacy we shouldn't...'

'Would you like me to be slutty, Mr Oliviera. Because I can be. The boys love it 
when I'm tarty. Like, ''Give me your cock, mister. It's so big and strong. Give it 
me here,' the cock slipped into her mouth for a second, 'And in my cunt too. I'm 
aching for it.'

'No, Stacy. I'm married...'

'Or would you prefer an innocent little girl. I know men like innocent teens, 
especially the married men. Do you want me to play that? I can, you know. 'Oh 
Mr Oliviera, no. Please don't make me do that. I'm only fourteen and I've never. 
No. We shouldn't. Oh , please, Mr Oliviera. I'm a good girl. And you're so big. 
No don't make me do that. What would my Daddy say? Or Father Murphy? No 
please. You're so strong, and I'm so weak.'

Next door Kovaks is watching his five camera screens and checking the sound-
recording level. 'Stacy' is doing well. That is the first essential piece of her script 
and she has got it in completely naturally. A talented little actress, as well as a 
sexy little whore!

She has his shorts down around his ankles now, and as she falls backwards onto 
his bed, she pulls him with her. He is lost. He is thinking now with his prick and 
not with his brains. How well we understand that, whether men or women! A 
naked, lovely, available body and we all succumb to temptation.

Anyway, she knows what she is doing, and it is at her initiative that his cock slips 
into her cunt. She took the precaution a few minutes before of lubricating herself 
with gel, but in the event that wasn't necessary. His slender but wiry Asian body 
is a novelty to her, as is the devious conspiracy she is working out. So she is 
nicely aroused, and the gripping and releasing of his cock he feels, deep in her, is 
natural rather than feigned.

'Jesus, mister. That's lovely. Now fuck me good and hard. Ooooh! Just like that 
mister. Hey. I was forgetting. I'm supposed to be innocent, aren't I? OK. No, Mr 
Oliviera! You shouldn't. I'm too young. I'm only fourteen. Oh! What's that funny 
feeling. Oh! Mr Oliviera, I've never felt. Oh! Stop, please. Don't. We mustn't. 
It's wrong. It's a sin. Father Murphy says we mustn't before we're married. What 
will daddy say? Oh! No!  Shit Mister, I can't keep this up. That's lovely. Just fuck 
me as hard as you can. I love a good seeing-to. Ah yes! That's good. I'm going to 
come...' With a succession of grunts and squeaks she came, quite genuinely, and 
he was able to release the orgasm he had been holding back for hours it seemed. It 
drained him.

But not her. 'That was lovely, Mister. And because it was lovely I'm going to 
give you my tight little arsehole too. I love that.'

'Jesus,' he thought. 'Her lovely little bottom too.' He shook his prick. It was 
limp. 'I'm afraid I won't be up to it my dear.'

'Ah! But I know a trick or two. Feel my tits for me, while I get you up.'

He has almost forgotten to enjoy her body in the passion of their lovemaking, but 
he makes up for that now, learning every inch of her lovely shape as his fingers 
linger, fondle, penetrate her all over. She is sucking his cock. No-one has ever 
done that before, and he realzses what he has missed. But his wife would never, 
he knew. She feels it swelling again in her mouth. 'Some more play for you? 
OK... Not in the mouth, Mr Oliviera. That's naughty. It's forbidden. It's worse 
than the other you made me do. It's un-natural. Please, not in my mouth.'

'I wish she wouldn't go on like that,' he thought. 'But if it makes her randy, so 
much the better. With a body like this she can say what she wants. I guess she 
thinks I like her to pretend to be innocent. In any case, she's a lovely little piece.' 
He carries on his exploration of those delightful tits, her navel, and her fine hair.

'Oh no, Mr Oliviera. It's too big. You'll break my jaw. No, please don't come in 
my mouth... Oh, shit. I've had enough of this. You're ready. Got any cold cream? 
Over there?'

He watches as she trips across the room to the bathroom, emerging with a small 
jar. 'Mmmm. I love the feel of that. She turns her back to him and he watches her 
bend over so he can see the purse shape of her lips, more swollen than the first 
time with the library books. She is rubbing cold cream into that secret, 
mysterious, pretty little arsehole. She kneels on the bed beside him. 'Now fuck 
me in my arse, mister. And hard. What I like is for you to slap my bottom with 
each shove. Don't forget to spank me.'

Another first for Mr Oliviera. His cock slips easily in .He didn't know, but Stacy 
was renowned for butt-fucking, and hadn't been a virgin that route for seven years 
now. Her real daddy was the first, of course. And she had four elder brothers. He 
remembers to slap her buttocks. Her face is buried in the pillow, and he can hear 
her screaming. He prefers to assume the screams are of pleasure as he takes her at 
her word and violently fucks her, holding one of her hands twisted behind her 
back, while he pummels her with the other one. 'God! It feels just like a rape!' he 
thinks, as he comes, pumping his spunk deep up into her. He collapses on top of 
her, this time really drained.

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The sky fell on his head two days after the episode with young Stacy.  A packet 
arrived by special delivery twenty minutes after his wife  went out to work. The 
inner envelope was marked 'Make sure you're alone when you play this'.

He broke out in a cold sweat within seconds of loading the tape. It was a video of 
his fun with Stacy, but edited. Now he understood the meaning of her innocent-
girl-role-play. 'No, Mister Oliviera, please. I'm only 
fourteen...wrong...sin...daddy...Father Murphy.' All her seduction of him, all her 
pleasure in their lovemaking, all that had been edited out.  He watched in horror. 
'It's too big, Mr Oliviera...don't come in my mouth...' And then the buggery! It 
looked as if he was raping her in her arsehole. Her arm twisted behind her back 
he was slapping her bottom brutally while he buggered her, ignoring her screams 
and protests, part-smothered in the pillow.'

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The two hours before Kovaks presented himself at the door were the longest of 
Oliviera's life.

'I see you've seen the tape, Linus. Enjoy it?'

'Bastard!'

'Probably, Linus. But more to the point, you've had your fun with my daughter, 
and now it's time to pay.'

'Blackmailing bastard!'

'Possibly! Indeed, that sounds like a good idea. What have you got to pay with, 
Linus?'

'No-one will believe it. It's obviously a set-up. There must have been several 
cameras. Who put them there to record it. It's clearly a frame-up for blackmail.'

'Film looks genuine enough to me, Linus. And we all know some men are so 
perverted they like to film their sexual exploits to enjoy them again later. By the 
way, the cameras are all removed now. So no hope for you there.'

'Bastard!'

'Let's get down to facts. She's a minor. Only fourteeen. You've raped her. 
Innocent girl, raped in all her orifices. Vagina, mouth, rectum. A pretty American 
blonde teenager raped by an Asian. That'll get you life in this state. Ladies and 
Gentlemen of the jury I rest my case.'

'Bastard!'

'Tut tut, Linus. Language! And what are you going to pay with? Your job? 
They'll sack you, you know. Your wife? She'll leave you, lovely innocent young 
bride. Your liberty. Life, Linus. And plenty of beatings in prison,  with the 
warders looking the other way. Nobody in jail likes sex-offenders, Linus. And I 
hope you like it up you, Linus, because a pretty, smooth-skinned boy like you is 
going to be butt-fucked a lot. They'll paint tits on your back and hump you from 
hell to breakfast, as the quaint saying is. How long before you get aids, Linus? 
Nasty way to die.'

All his bluster gone now. 'Anything. Anything. what do you want?'

Kovaks paused a moment. 'Anything!' He thought about the lovely, innocent 
bride. He had seen enough of her and her husband in their bedroom ( an extra 
perquisite on this job) to know she had a perfect teen figure, and that she was 
innocent of all except the most conventional sex. She was tempting. But no! 
Work first, pleasure after.

'Your company's been prospecting in the South China Sea for years now. Word 
in the industry is they've found oil.'

'I can't. The work! The cost!'

'You can. And the cost of those explorations so far is reckoned to be three 
hundred million...but if you've found oil that's nothing to the value of that data to 
my principals. They want data. Blocks surveyed and results, positive but negative 
as well. Geology. Holes bored. Core sample analysis. Flow rates. The whole 
shooting-match, Linus. You got it on that laptop there? Ok, but you got it at 
work! So easy. Download to disk. Give it to me. And I'll give you the tape...the 
full tape.'

Linus looked shell-shocked. But he agreed.

When the dreadful Kovaks had gone, he felt better about it. He'd had his oats, 
and really that data would cost him nothing. They'd never know it had been 
stolen from them, and even if they did guess it had leaked out they'd never 
suspect him He was a totally trusted servant. His wife need never know. He'd 
have to be careful where he hid those tapes, though. He had an hour before she 
would be home . He'd have another look. 

He managed to hold out as he jerked off, as far as the shot where his cock entered 
the protesting girl's anus. Then he came, spunk arcing high to the ceiling. 

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Another palatial office set high in the sky. Again it could have been in any of a 
hundred 
cities. But this time it was London, and the speaker had a German accent.

'An excellent result. The data is doubly useful to us since there is no way they can 
know we have it. Kovaks has excelled himself.'

'We've told him to un-wind the operation. The girl has been sent to Hawaii, 
where our revered ex-Chief Executive Officer is indulging in his little retirement 
hobbies with her. And Kovaks surrenders the lease on Saturday.'

'Sehr gut, Gerhardt. Most satisfactory. Get him out of the country.'

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Kovaks timed it carefully. Mary Oliviera would be back in forty five minutes. 
Just time to 'bump' Oliviera into what he wanted, and not enough time for him 
really to think it through.

Oliviera opened the door and his heart fell when he saw the dark mass of Kovaks 
silhouetted against the sunlight, filling the doorway.

'Better invite me in. Don't want a scene on your respectable doorstep. You 
perverts have to be careful, you know.'

'You promised the tape.'

'I lied! That's another thing about blackmailers, Linus. They lie! I keep thinking 
about your offer of 'Anything'. Remember that, Linus? 'Anything!' And I keep 
thinking about your lovely bride. So trim and petite. I love that. And so innocent. 
Yes, I've been filming your tame lovemaking for a week or two, Linus. Surely 
you guessed that? I see from your face you didn't guess. I think those lovely lips 
deserve better than just a tongue. And those lovely other lips...how I love them 
shaven, Linus...they deserve a tongue. And that sweet little arsehole. How can 
you resist it, Linus? I couldn't. And I won't! I will, of course want to sample her 
cunt, too.'

'Bastard! You promised. I won't do it.'

'Down to you, of course, Linus. Matter of balancing two things, I suppose. All 
this.' His sweep of the arm took in the luxurious home. 'And on the other side the 
agreement of your wife to do for two...make that three hours...what many women 
have been only too pleased to grant me. I take a pride in my technique, Linus. 
You've not only raped a minor now, remember. Your company is bound to sue 
when they get a copy of that disk. You really should have taken your passwords 
and file numbers off it, Linus. Totally damning evidence I fear.'

'I won't. Bastard!'
   
'Swear if it helps. But you've got till eight this evening. Present yourself and your 
willing bride at eight sharp. At ten past, if you don't show, I will feel the need to 
confess my illegal receipt of your data. At eight ten my conscience will get the 
better of me. I'll leave you now. Your wife will be back in twenty minutes, so you 
have that long to decide how much and how little to tell her, and how to persuade 
her. Good luck, old fellow!'

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One minute to eight, Kovaks sees their door open and the two of them cross the 
gardens to his doors. They are not talking, and he is leading her with her arm in 
his.

'Ah, Mary and Linus! How good of you to come at such short notice. I see you 
have dispensed with coats. The evening is warm, isn't it. Linus, I suggest you sit 
over there.' He pointed to an upright, wooden, armchair in the corner. 'And Mary, 
you make yourself comfortable over there.' The settee, covered in deep red 
velvet, was at the other end of the room. 'I would offer you a drink, but I find it 
dulls the responses, don't you?'

Mary sat silent.

'I said, Mary, that a drink would dull the senses. Don't you agree?' He was 
standing over her now, his presence over-powering, as intended.

'Yes, Mr Kovaks. It does tend to.'

'Good. I see Linus has properly briefed you. There is no point in unwilling 
cooperation. Enter into it with spirit, and it will be better for your man! We do so 
want this to be a pleasant and educational experience for all of us, don't we, 
Mary?'

'Yes, Mr Kovaks.'

Sitting beside her on the settee, Kovaks amused himself by still using the light 
conversational tone. 'What a charming dress, Mary. I believe it is the traditional 
sari, is it not?'

'Yes, Mr Kovaks.'

'I have always wanted to know how it is secured. Is it true that it is simply wound 
round and round, and then tucked in here.' His hand touched her bosom, and she 
started as if touched by a hot coal. 'That seems so chancy. So easy to suddenly 
find yourself naked. And all those layers. Fortunate you have such a slim, svelt 
figure my dear. Stand up and show me how the sari works.'

If she were blonde, he thought, she  would be blushing. But these, modest 
downcast eyes were, perhaps even better. 

'Do as he says, my sweet. The sooner you do, the sooner it's over.'

'And if you speak again, Linus, I shall have to gag you. And tie you. But he is 
right, as it happens, Mary. Show me.'

She stood and unwound the sari, by habit folding the delicate silk carefully. 'And 
there was I imagining you Indian beauties are naked under the sari. Ah! These 
illusions. But they are absolutely charming. How lovely that dazzling white is 
against your glowing brown skin. My word! I find myself quite tempted by you, 
Mary. Against my better feelings, of course, but quite tempted. Turn round and 
show me the back....and Linus your lovely front, as well. Delightful. Now here, 
beside me.'

'Closer! I won't bite you! I may eat you, but I won't bite! Not funny, Linus? Ah 
well, I try. And your bride has the most delightful body.' He was caressing her 
breast, smoothing the satin and lace. 'I'm sure you don't really need these, my 
dear. You've put them on just to please me. Are they her best lingerie, Linus? 
Speak up, man.'

'Yes, Mr Kovaks.'

Yes Mr Kovaks. No Mr Kovaks. A little more eloquence the two of you. 
Remember the idea is to please me.'

'I'll try to please you, Mr Kovaks.'

'That's better, Mary. Now slip out of that brassiere. Ah! Yes! I knew it. You 
don't need it at all. They stand perfectly. Be careful when you have children, 
Mary. These are so perfect it would be a shame to spoil them. And sensitive too.' 
He had licked one naked breast, and nibbled the brown nipple of the other one. 
Both nipples stood. 'Undo my shirt buttons, Mary. And then you will have the 
feel of me against your breasts.' 

As the shirt slipped onto the floor, she was aghast at the mat of thick black hair 
that covered him, shoulders, arms, chest, and even down his back. He was like a 
cave bear. It felt so strange when he pulled her too him and kissed her. The hairs 
tickled her bare flesh, and she could feel her nipples sticking into it.

'Delightful, my dear. No sign of any baby. Flat and firm.' He stroked her belly, 
slipping his hand into the waistband of her satin panties. 'What have you been 
playing at, Linus? Four weeks, and still no baby coming. Well, we may see what 
we can do about that. Fancy a white baby? Hairy like its Dad?'

'Oh, please, no. It's just the wrong time of the month for me. Don't make me 
pregnant, please.'

'Problem, being Catholic, isn't it. Ah, well. If you're nice to me, I may find some 
other place to put all those little man-sperms, Mary. Any ideas?'

'I said, any ideas, Mary?'

'No, Mr Kovaks. '

'Early days, I suppose, my dear. Now I want you to take off those panties. Very 
nice. How sensible to shave, and so pretty, too. Mmmmm. My dear, you've 
scented it for me. Jasmine? I thought so. How very nice of you. My trousers now. 
There. That's cosy, isn't it? I'm bigger than Linus, aren't I? Do you like big, hairy 
cocks Mary?'

'I don't know, Mr Kovaks.'

Suddenly she was upside down, handled by Kovaks as if she were a feather. Her 
face was crushed against his cock and his balls. She hung onto his shaggy body so 
as not to fall onto her head. She felt his rough chin on the inside of her thighs, and 
then his lips on her cunt, wide-open for him as her legs splayed out. She hung on 
to him as his tongue slid the length of her slit, into her vagina, and then back to 
her clit, where it paused as he nibbled at it. Despite herself, despite her shame and 
religious guilt, he was arousing her. She could tell herself that it was a simple 
response to a stimulus, like the doctor's hammer  producing a knee jerk, but she 
knew that Kovaks would know she was reacting, that her cunt lips were swelling 
and her slit becoming slick and slippery. That he knew her shame was doubly 
shaming. And his cock was pressed right across her face, from her chin to her 
forehead. She could hardly open her mouth to breathe without touching it with 
her lips. She pushed at it with her tongue.

'Now, that's nice, Mary. More of that. Your tongue on my shaft. She a good 
cock-sucker, Linus? I heard all Indian lasses give good head. What was that book, 
something Sutra?'

'She's never...I mean we never...'

'Oh my poor Linus. We must correct that. And I just love to see a pretty little girl 
giving head.' He twirled her upright again, and set her on her feet. 'Come with 
me, my little angel. Feel this. He's hard! He must enjoy seeing his wife being 
sucked off. Some men do, you know, Mary. I said feel it. That's right. Tell me, 
my little Indian princess, is he still hard?'

'He is, Mr Kovaks. Oh, please don't make us do this, please.'

'He has too many clothes on. Strip, Linus. Let's all see that cock. Now your 
tongue on my cock again, Mary. Take you time, my angel. I know this is all very 
new.'

While her husband reluctantly took his clothes off, reluctant because he was 
ashamed of his erection, ashamed that he did indeed find it exciting to see another 
man fondling, fingering and licking his wife, Mary made her first explorations of 
cock-sucking. Her cunt was still inflamed by the completely new sensation 
Kovaks lips and tongue had given it, and like her husband there was something 
liberating about having her man watch her with another. As she knelt in front of 
Kovaks, his hands stroked her hair, very gently directing her face towards his 
cock. She licked the shaft, tentatively with the very tip of her pointed tongue. She 
saw it twitch with pleasure, and repeated the caress. There was a drop of liquid in 
the eye of the angry red helmet. she lifted it with the tip of her tongue, and tasted 
it salty. This new experience had her entranced. Linus watched, naked now, in a 
mixture of several emotions, anger, horror, jealousy, but all those feelings buried 
under a breathless excitement.

Linus hated himself for it. It went against all the morality he had followed 
through his life. It offended his religion. But he could not help himself. He was 
more excited by his wife's evident pleasure in sucking this bully's cock than he 
had ever been before.

Kovaks could see her back and bottom in the long mirror. He had positioned her 
kneeling so he would be able to enjoy that sight: he was delighted too, to see her 
man erect, and stroking his cock. His pleasure increased as he felt her lips close 
round his knob. She had finally succumbed, and was willingly sucking him. He 
felt the shape of her head under his palms, through her fine hair, and pulled it 
onto him, and she took the length of him into her mouth and throat. If he was not 
careful he would come...and he no longer repeated as he had as a young man, so 
that would be a waste.

Time to cement her corruption, as she would see it, by giving this couple a taste 
for one embrace their wretched Church had forbidden. 'She's a natural, Linus. I 
can hardly believe you haven't been teaching her. Or perhaps a brother or uncle?'

'Oh, no. She would never.'

'Ah! But she is, isn't she. And very well, too.' Her head was bobbing up and 
down now, completely committed to the task. 'Stand here, Linus. Now, my angel, 
try this one. It's not as long or as broad as mine, but you can't have everything.' 
He pulled her head from his cock, and was proud to hear her complaint. Then he 
directed it to the springy, brown shaft she had seen, felt, but never before even 
kissed. Her mouth closed on it avidly.

Kovaks lay on the carpet beside them, watching her suck. They were a pretty 
couple, he thought, she with her fine limbs and sweet, round breasts, he slightly 
darker, but with a smooth skin too, and an almost feminine arse. He reached and 
fondled her bottom as she knelt. He squeezed his hand between her legs, and 
found her slit. Almost imperceptibly she opened her legs a fraction, and his finger 
slipped in. She was wet. His finger slid over her clit, and she moaned, the sound 
half-stifled by the cock in her mouth. He was wanking her properly now, licking 
her thighs and buttocks, while he pressed, pulled and stroked her clitoris and 
cuntlips.

He felt her coming, and looked up. Her man had come in her mouth. She was still 
sucking at his cock, and some of the cum she had not been able to swallow was 
dribbling from her mouth down her chin. The tableau was motionless as her body 
spasmed, and the Linus pulled his cock from her mouth.

'Well, my dears. That was a success, wasn't it? He'll want that again, sweetie. 
Won't you, Linus? But you've left me still unsatisfied. Over here, Mary. '      

He sat again on the settee, Mary on his lap, her back to him. His cock rose from 
between her legs as if she were some transsexual. He lifted her, and as she 
dropped again it slipped into her.

A wave of pleasure went through her body as the cock stretched her. She hated 
herself, but she could not help it. She wanted this cock. She was raising herself 
and dropping onto him, raising herself again and dropping, scarcely aided by the 
hairy hands cradling her tits. She could feel his breath on her neck, and his tongue 
licking the salt from her shoulders. Now Kovaks was beckoning her husband, 
who knelt in front of them His mouth was on her clit, giving her almost 
unbearable pleasure as her vagina was reamed and her clit nibbled.

'Sweet Jesus, I'm a whore,' she thought. 'And my husband is worse. And he did 
it first, with the Kovaks girl. But I could do it with this man for ever.' The words 
slipped out, out-of-control, 'I'm a whore! Suck me! Fuck me! Sweet Jesus, all my 
life I...Oooh. Fuck. Ah! I'm coming'.  Kovaks tightened his hold on her tits, and 
rammed his cock hard up into her, holding it there to feel the waves going 
through her body. Her husband nipped her clit between finger and thumb, and got 
his tongue into her vagina alongside Kovaks' cock. He was jerking his own cock 
with his free hand, hard again, and excited close to coming by this threesome.

Kovaks intended to have her arse before he came. He knew he would lose interest 
as soon as he came, and did not intend to waste this. And he could further corrupt 
both of them : fleetingly he realized the truth that it was their corruption, his 
power over them to make them willingly offend against their beliefs, and the 
knowledge that this would never again be reconciled within them, this perverse 
manipulation was what he found exciting. Even more than her sweet, almost 
teenager body.

'Kneel down. You, Linus, get behind her. Now your tongue in her arse. I want to 
see you rim her. Yes, stroke her cunt by all means, but I want to see your tongue 
in her arse. She's hot for you, Linus. Feel how she's moving her sweet buttocks 
onto you, wriggling. She'd take anyone now, and in any hole. Try her arse, Linus. 
You heard what I said? I said her arse. That's it, in her! Yes! No, harder. Shag her 
arse. Fill her and open her for me.'

His secret dreams had been of having his wife's bottom-hole. Since the day they 
had met at his Uncle's house, when she was ten, he'd thought about that little, 
forbidden hole. And she was beyond thought now, so wrought by the orgasms and 
by her mxsture of guilt and lust. Her hands clutched at her cunt, driving herself to 
another climax, as her husband crashed his cock into her.

Linus was on the point of coming when his orgasm suddenly took a fierce and 
sinister turn. His wife had come, but he was still deep in her arse, on the point of 
another draining climax, when he felt Kovaks behind him, that huge, wedge-
shaped cock pressing on his anus, and then the pang as Kovaks forced his entry. 
At that very moment, Linus filled his wife's rectum with his hot come, and fell 
away from her, back into Kovaks arms.

Mary, emerging from the ecstasy of her latest orgasm, saw her husband being 
fucked by the macho figure of her neighbour. He looked so frail, his slender 
brown body hardly capable of sustaining the weight of the body leaning over his 
back.

Kovaks laughed. 'Never seen a pretty boy fucked, Mary. He loves it. Look how 
he's pushing back on me. But your arse is sweeter, my angel.'

He pulled out of her husband and knelt behind her kneeling form. Her anus was 
wide-dilated by her husbands' fucking, and despite his larger size, his prick 
slipped easily in. His arms around her, he held onto her tits. This time he would 
come!'

Mary was an incoherent mix of desire for yet another orgasm, and shame at her 
lust. But she pushed back to meet each of his thrusts, her hand tearing again at her 
cunt, driving her passion ever upwards. She was on the point of coming when 
Kovaks pulled out that extra quarter inch, freeing his cock from her anus. His 
next thrust took him into her cunt. Even as she came, she was screaming, 'Not 
there. Jesus, not there. Oh Yes! Yes! I'm coming. Oooh. You promised. No. Not 
there! Yes! Yes!' Her arse crashed against his thighs, and the spunk he had built 
up in an hour of bullying sex, spurted into her, at the very moment of her climax.

For moments after their two, wonderful orgasms, Kovaks moved his cock in and 
out of her cunt, feeling the last ripples of her coming.

As usual, once he had come, he lost interest and dismissed them. He did not give 
them the tape he had promised of Linus with the blonde teen. That would have 
been too dangerous. But he did give the an un-edited tape of the whole of the 
events of that evening.

Next day, Kovaks was gone. A van arrived and took the few bits of furniture and 
possessions that were his. 

The Olivieras were left alone, with their disturbing new knowledge, and the 
probability that Linus would become a father in nine months time. He prayed the 
child would favor the mother, and not the father.

                                   ………………………………………..


London, again. A year later, but the two executives we met earlier might not have 
moved in all that time.

'We've been had. They've taken us for a ride. Seven hundred and fifty million 
dollars, and  for nothing.' The speaker was thick-set and muscular. He cracked his 
knuckles as he talked, and you could see a dangerous anger in his eyes. He looked 
like a neanderthal, despite his immaculate charcoal-grey suit. 

'Clever!'

'And simple. All the data is genuine. All they have done is scramble the GPS 
positional data so we bid for the wrong blocks...all the hopeless ones.'

The other man at the table nodded. He was lean, short and gaey.   Pallid, his weak 
blue eyes showed no emotion. 'And they bid us all the way up, too, to make it 
hurt. Still,our turn next time, perhaps. Win some lose some. But where is Kovaks 
nowadays?'

'Alexandria. You promoted him after his South China Sea intelligence coup! 
He's H.O.S.M.E.A.

'For Christ's sake, Gerhardt, speak English.'

'Head Of Security Middle Eastern Affiliates.'

'Get him back. I feel like fixing Mr Kovaks.' 

'Anthony?'

'I think so.' He lifted a phone. 'Send Mr Churchill in, please, Miss Williams.'

He must have been waiting because the double leather-covered door opened  and 
a tall, rangy Afro-Caribbean walked in. He walked with a nonchalant ease. You 
could see his body would be that of a boxer under the regulation gray suit, silk in 
his case. His head was shaven, and he had a gold ring in one ear. There was 
something insolent in his manner. And something camp about the way he stood, 
despite his macho body.

'Ah! Anthony. We may have a job for you. You will enjoy it.'

Yes, Anthony. We need to punish a servant who has failed the company. Both 
because he failed and as an example to others. We considered eliminating him, 
but have decided there may be other methods almost as painful to him, but 
leaving him as an example.'

The corpse-like executive carried on. 'He has a daughter, the apple of his eye... 
Does that suggest anything, Anthony? And he is a very macho type. Does that 
create the germ of any idea?'

'I shall write you my proposal, sir, and it will be on your desk this afternoon.'

'Excellent, Anthony. Miss Williams has all the names and places you'll need.'

                           ……………………………………………..

Kovaks knew he could be in trouble when Anthony and two of his bruisers met 
him at Heathrow and hustled him to the waiting limo.But they wouldn't talk as 
the car went sedately, always inside the speed limit, towards the Wiltshire Manor 
corporate training facility. He had been told he was required to lecture new 
appointees on the need for secure communications, so he was still in some doubt. 
He also knew the cellars of the Manor housed some very specialised security 
equipment. He knew because he had helped instal it. If he was going down into 
the vaulted dungeons he was in deep trouble.

'This way, Kovaks.' 

He considered making a run for it. He was bigger than any of the three. But he 
knew they were pros, and he would only end up getting hurt, to no avail. Perhaps 
they only wanted information, and this was not one of their infamous punishment 
sessions. He decided he'd tell them anything they wanted. They'd get it in the end 
in any case.

He was told to strip naked in a sort of ante-room. Then he was propelled into a 
room he knew only too well. Two of the bruisers, clones of Anthony, with their 
shaven, polished heads, and their ebony skin, hustled him to the frame and tied 
him too it, spread-eagling him. They gagged him and left him.

He had no way of knowing how long it was, perhaps only minutes, when the door 
was thrust open, and a bundle thrown onto the floor. The dimmer was turned up 
and as the light increased, he realized, with horror, who it was. In her short tartan 
skirt, white cotton socks and court shoes, her white school blouse, it could only 
be his daughter, Fiona. He would have screamed, 'No. No. No.' But the gag 
stopped him. She had been weeping, and her lovely, long black hair was loose.

Anthony addressed the room. 'A family reunion. How very nice. For the time 
being you'll stay there, Daddy. Do you know what this is, Little Fiona?'

'No.'

'This is a knife. A very special knife.' It had a wooden handle and a short, curved 
blade. You could see it was wickedly sharp. 'The peasants in the land my parents 
came from used this knife for castrating pigs and sheep. Some of our tribal chiefs 
would also use it on slave boys to create a new sexual plaything. You know what 
castration is? I see you do, Fiona. Ah! The power of education. If I'd had an 
education, I might be something better than a company enforcer. Hey ho! 
Castration. No sheep here and no slaveboys, but one pig. You will do exactly 
what I say, or daddy will lose his bollocks. You know what bollocks are, Miss 
Fiona. Ah yes, I see you do.' He closed the knife up and slipped it back into his 
waistcoat pocket.

'Now our first task is to get Daddy interested. We want his cock nice and hard. 
All three of us appreciate a nice hard cock, Miss Fiona. Now what else have you 
learned at school? Try a few caresses.'

Slowly the slender figure approached her father, and putting her arms on his 
shoulder kissed him. 'Oh, Daddy. I'm so sorry.'

'Not a good start. Nothing here, look. ' He grasped the limp cock in his hand 
before dismissively flicking it. 'Show him your tits. We know he likes little girly 
tits.'  

The girl 'Stacy', Ivy Wigg, had been right. Kovaks' habitual fucking of teen girls 
was a substitute for his own daughter. Her naked breasts so firm and pointy 
against his chest, broke through his fear and trepidation. She felt him getting hard 
against her belly as she rubbed her tits on his hairy chest. He closed his eyes, but 
it was no good. The vision of that body, her hair, her lips, but above all her tits, 
lingered, and he was fully erect.

Meanwhile, Anthony had stripped, hanging his clothes up carefully as befitted 
very expensive hand-made articles. 

'That's more like it, Kovaks. Very nice!' He weighed the balls in one hand, and 
gave the throbbing shaft a couple of swift caresses, his hand loosely around it. 
'Now, lads. Like we agreed.'

To her horror, Fiona was seized by one of them, while the other tore her 
remaining clothes from her. In the case of her panties, he quite literally tore the 
crotch out. He held the tattered silk and lace to his face and breathed deeply. 
'Lovely! can't wait!'

'You'll have to wait. Plenty of time for that later! Grab her other leg! Now lift.' 
With her legs wide apart, she was raised from the ground, handled by the two 
thugs as if she had no weight at all.

'One minute!' Anthony felt her cunt as she was displayed to him. 'Dry as old 
leather! Clearly, Miss Fiona, neither your daddy nor me turns you on. Never 
mind. We've got what you need here.' He squeezed gel from the tube and applied 
it to her spread slit. She gasped and winced as he anointed the cunt itself. 'I 
think...Well, Miss Fiona. You are a good little girl aren't you. A virgin, no less. 
Not even a candle been up here yet. That'll look good in the report. You hear that, 
Kovaks? Your little girl's a virgin. But not for long. Now lads!'

At his command they carried her over to her waiting father, her legs splayed, his 
cock erect. Carefully, they lowered her onto the cock. She screamed as her weight 
forced him up into her. She hung her arms round his neck, to take some of the 
weight off her clit and pubic bone, resting on the base of his prick. Anthony took 
her legs, passed them round the back of the tied figure, and linked her ankles 
together behind him. 'Now hold tight there, Fiona, while these two reprobates 
strip for you.

Kovaks could not move, and nor could his daughter. He was excited but there 
was no risk of his coming, even with this long-desired cunt round his cock. Lust 
battled with fear, the two emotions in balance.

Anthony was still standing behind his victim. 'Not my sort of arse, to be honest 
Kovaks. Too broad and too hairy for me. I like them younger and smoother. But it 
will look good in my report to the Board so here goes.' He parted the hairy 
buttocks with both hands, and brutally shoved his cock, un-oiled, into the 
unprepared arse. For the first time that evening, Kovaks screamed through his 
gag. His tiny, struggling movements communicated themselves to his daughter's 
cunt, and despite herself she could feel her clit becoming erect as it rubbed on the 
base of her daddy's cock. Despite herself, her vagina was giving tiny twitches, 
gripping and releasing the invading prick. Anthony fucked hard and brutally. He 
seemed to get bored and pulled it out, still massively erect. He had not come.

'Duty done! I could have just said in the report that he'd been fucked. But it's 
safer to actually do it. Doesn't do to try to deceive The Board, eh Kovaks? You 
agree?' He and wiped his cock on the hairy buttocks. 'This is for your little girl, 
Kovaks, now you've opened the way for us.'

His two assistants, naked now, grasped her thighs again, and lifted her off. 'Say, 
Boss! Look at that. She was, too.' Kovaks' cock was streaked with blood.

'I could feel it there, Lee. Now hold her for me. There, over the table.'

The table was round, of polished oak. One of the naked, muscular males pulled 
her arms towards him across it, while the other grasped both ankles and bent her 
in half, her legs wide- splayed. Her cunt and arse were completely open, at the 
edge of the table. It was clear the three had done this before to other girls, as there 
was no hesitation or discussion. It had all the appearance of routine. She lay on 
her back, sobbing partly in fear, partly in her shame at being exposed, and partly 
in guilt at having been aroused by her father's penetration. 

Anthony stood in front of her, his cock touching her open cunt-lips, black against 
the pink flesh and fine black fuzz. He leaned forward and grasped her breasts, one 
in each hand. 'I fancy this pretty little arsehole, boys, but instructions are to fill 
her with come. Pity.'

'Fuck her in the arse, Boss, but come in her cunt!'

'You always were a lateral thinker, Josh! That's just what I'll do.'

 As he forced his cock in, he twisted each tit, making her scream through her 
sobs, though whether because of his forced entry or because of his bruising her 
bosom, who knows?

'Won't take long, Kovaks. Watch this. Your little girl being bum-fucked.  But 
I'm about to fuck her cunt. Fancy a little black grandson?  Remind you of this 
night every time you see him. Now, out of here, and into here.  Hey! That's good. 
I can feel you, sweetie. Not so bad after all, is it?'

'Please don't. Not in me, please.'

'It's a sin to spill seed on the ground, sweetie. Don't you know your Bible? No, 
it's got to be in you, little darling. Jesus! You're gripping.' There was little 
passion in his fuck. Perhaps he preferred boys. But he came in her, with long, 
sweeping thrusts, still twisting her tits in time with his movement.

'You next, Josh? You look ready for it.' Josh had been holding her hands, pulled 
back over the table, his ebony prick standing in readiness. They all exchanged 
roles. Anthony held her arms, Lee fastened one ankle to a table leg, and patiently 
held her the other one as he sat on the floor. Josh stood in front of the victim, his 
cock in his hand.

'Slips in real good, Boss. Sweet little cunt. That slippery you, honey? Or my 
Boss's come.' Josh fucked with more enthusiasm than his Boss, and was 
caressing those tits rather than punishing them. He stroked and licked them, and 
made sure his long, strong sweeps into her cunt rubbed her clitoris with their full 
length. Again, she felt the shame of an involuntary excitement 'down there'. She 
was still appealing to him not to come in her, but he could see from her flushed 
face and her little panting moans that he was having his effect.

In fact, she was coming as with a dozen cruel thrusts he came and collapsed on 
her bosom, pumping his spunk into her.

 He changed roles with Lee, who was not at all fazed by the mix of cum and pink 
blood that dripped down her white thighs. He added his to her harvest of cum .He 
was too quick for her to feel much. 

All three were still erect!

'Now, sweetie, you'll suck daddy.'

'No! I can't. You can't make me. Please, no.'

'Remember the knife!'

Released, she stumbled to the tied figure, knelt, and took his prick in her hand. 
She licked it tentatively.

'Make him cum...or it's the knife for him and the whip for you.little darling.' Her 
hands round his buttocks, she took his knob in her mouth. Once she had 
undergone this first  disgrace it seemed less to suck and bob on it, as some of the 
wicked girls at school had described. It had to be done, so the sooner the better, 
she thought, and she pressed her tits into his legs, moving her head faster, and 
sucking harder. Then she parted his buttocks, and let her index finger tap in his 
hairy arsehole, as the girls had described to her. She had no warning as the first 
spurt filled her mouth, making her gag. She flinched back, and the next white 
eruption hit her breasts. She stood.'

'Good girl!'

'Will you free us now? What are you going to do with us?' 

'Immediately, sweetie, you're going to spend the night with Josh. Keep his bed 
warm. By the look of you just now, you might enjoy that.  Tomorrow it's Lee, 
and then me. And then a day with Josh again. After a fortnight you'll have an 
examination. If you're pregnant, then you'll go away. If not, then more fun and 
games with us. See, Kovaks, you're going to have a black grandson, whatever!'

'Where will you send me?'

'Hawaii, lucky girl. There's a fat old man with a penchant for teen girls. He also 
has some games he likes to play with pregnant fillies. So you'll qualify for his 
harem on both counts. Then off to a little business we run in Haiti. You'll have 
plenty of exercise there for this sweet little box.' He stroked her cunt with the 
back of his hand. 'And your child will grow up to a life of  pleasures in the same 
little business, whether it's a boy or a girl. I just hope the child has the best of our 
looks. I mean you, and whichever of us three is father! Gag her, Josh! can't stand 
that moaning!'

At that moment the door opened, and two white-coated orderlies entered with a 
stretcher-trolley.

'Ah! And that's the big surprise for you, Kovaks. No! Don't worry! Dr Mancusa 
is a fine surgeon. World class, in fact. There was some discussion, Kovaks, as to 
whether to give you a vagina. But, on balance, The Board decided not. After all, 
no hetero male would really want to fuck you. And gays will be just as happy 
with your arsehole. So Dr Mancusa will just remove all this.' He reached out and 
squeezed his balls, then flicking at his cock. 'Don't worry. He'll leave it all nice 
and tidy. In fact, you'll never know you ever had them.' Again the rough caress. 
'And then to Haiti, to await the arrival of your daughter and your new grandchild. 
You'll have to work for your keep in the brothel.'

One of the orderlies injected him in his arm, and when he was unconscious cut 
him down to place him on the trolley. As they wheeled him out, Lee and Anthony 
were dressing, to leave Josh, naked, with the sobbing brunette still splayed out on 
the table.

                                          FIN

 
                                                    

