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This story documents the seduction and eventual enslavement of May, a
sixteen-year-old high school junior, to her unbelievably wealthy
classmate Richard.

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Story codes: teen, exhib, ds, oral, the straight bumpity
Participation combos: f solo, mf

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TO HAVE AS MY OWN... 02

A BRUSH WITH THE LITTLE DEATH
May closed the door behind her and then just leaned back against it,
her mind whirling at a dizzying pace. What had she done? What had
started as a regular date had ended up with her doing things she never
would have imagined. In public! And thinking about it made her weak in
the knees.

She jumped when she heard the squeal of Richard's tires as he pulled
away from her house. The squeal gave her goosebumps. She had loved it.
Loved it when he commanded her, made her do things; when he forced her
to do things she never would dare to do on her own. And it scared and
excited her.

"Oh, you're home. How was your date, dear?"

May started at the voice of her mother, who was looking at her from
the kitchen.

"Are you ok? You look a little..."

"I'm fine!" she answered quickly. Not too quickly, she hoped. "It was
nice. But I'm tired, so I think I'll shower and hit the sack."

Mom looked at her, but didn't seem to find anything amiss. "Sounds
good, dear. Tomorrow's another school day."

"Yup!"

May stepped out of her shoes and walked toward the stairs, self-
conscious of the lack of panties under her green dress. She had wiped
herself off as best she could, but she was still acutely aware of a
spot of semen that had dried on her stomach, stiff against her skin as
she moved.

She raced up the stairs and into the bathroom.


Her thoughts raced as she stood in the shower, the hot water caressing
her body. The steam was thick, like a sauna. How had she given herself
up so easily? She touched her sex. It was a bit tender, but otherwise
felt normal. What she had done back at the drive-in... she still
couldn't quite believe it. But the thoughts sent tingling through her
body. When she removed her fingers, they came out sticky. She was
already missing Richard. And his cock.

Soon she was toweling herself off and itching to get back to her room.
Wrapping herself in a fluffy towel, she picked up her dress from the
tiled floor and tiptoed down the hall. She closed the door behind her
and dropped the green dress to the floor. Her window was open a crack
and there was a chill in the night air.

Looking at the bedside clock, she saw it was almost 11:30. The date
hadn't even been that long. Though she supposed plenty had happened.
As she flopped backwards onto her bed, the towel fell open to reveal
her full breasts. The cool air in the room crinkled her nipples into
hard little nubs.

She recapped the night in her head.

The memory of the power she'd heard in his voice made her shiver. His
voice could be soft, yet compelling. There was a confidence in it that
gave her chills, and the memory of his strong hands forcing her to
obey made her quiver on the bed. It wasn't the first time she'd had
sex. Or the second. But no one had ever made her feel like that.
Though the sex had been exciting at the time, quick fucks in backseats
and bedrooms while parents were away, they paled in comparison. They'd
been in and out, short in duration and low in intensity. Her breathing
was becoming heavy just by thinking of tonight.

With her left hand she cautiously began to caress her left breast,
remembering his powerful fingers. They had been much coarser than the
smooth flesh of her own fingertips. She flicked her nipple, shocking
herself.

Imagining that they were his firm cock, she put two fingers in her
mouth. Trying to force herself like he had, she pressed them toward
her throat, practicing control of her gag reflex. She pinched her
nipple, pretending that the fingers were his.

Swirling her tongue around her fingers, she knew she would go to
school panty-less tomorrow, as he had commanded. They were no
substitute for his warm, pulsing cock. It had felt alive and powerful.
She let the fingers slip out from her lips and brought them down
towards her sex. After pulling the towel aside, she delved in and
found herself soaked. Her long fingers slipped in easily.

Oh, that it were his engorged cock parting her. Her thin fingers were
simply not enough. He had plumbed depths previously unexplored within
her, and anything less seemed unacceptable. She searched her room for
a suitable replacement.

On her dresser lay her hairbrush, its plastic grooved handle strongly
reminiscent of the shape of Richard's large phallus. Though not nearly
as big around, it was roughly the same length and certainly a better
likeness than her fingers. It was the same hairbrush she had taken her
hymen with when she was younger. It had hurt and she hadn't used it in
that way since, instead relying on her fingers. Maybe tonight was the
time to put it back in service.

Putting her legs over the edge of the bed, she stood up, the little of
the towel that was still covering her sliding away. Motion caught her
attention - her reflection in the dressing mirror that hung at the end
of her bed. She turned and saw herself as he must have, naked, with a
flush of arousal spread across her face and chest and rock hard
nipples accentuating her high-set breasts. In her own eyes she could
see unbridled lust.

Grabbing the hairbrush from the dresser, she moved over to the edge of
the bed and sat down, facing the dressing mirror. Leaving the brush on
the bed next to her for now, she cupped her own breasts, hefting them,
imagining that someone was behind her. She pinched her nipples firmly,
again letting the shocks stream through her. Then she let her hands
drop to the insides of her knees, and slowly spread her own legs until
they were as far apart as she could part them. At a snail's pace, she
slid her fingertips gently down the insides of her thighs, watching
herself all the while. When she reached her juicy center, she pulled
apart her labia, exposing herself to the mirror. She hoped it was
enjoying the peepshow. She knew she was. Inside, her pussy was moist
and pink, topped by a little fleshy button that was poking proudly out
of its hood. Below, the moist valley deepened into a dark and
bottomless pit, a wet cavern just itching to be deeply explored.

Leaning back, May propped her heels up on the edge of the bed. This
way, her hips were rolled back and lifted, allowing her to fully
contemplate her dripping pussy. She let one finger trace around her
entrance, teasing herself and all the while imagining it were someone
else. In the mirror, she could see a slick, wet trail trickling toward
the rosebud of her rear entrance. She considered it - another hole,
another entrance into her. Would Richard enter her there as well?
Sliding some of her ample lubrication toward it, she teased herself
with her finger, making a couple of half-hearted stabs at the tight
muscle. It began to part, but she withdrew nervously.

Right now, she wanted to be fucked.

With her hairbrush in hand, she looked back at the mirror.

"Take me," she ordered. "Drive your hard cock into me!"

The mirror was at best a passive participant, but it watched her
carefully as she positioned the plastic handle and began to insert it.
Slowly but surely, inch by inch, the textured rod disappeared into
her, fake wood finish blending with flesh, pink and soft. May let a
moan escape her as she followed the firm intruder with her eyes,
filling her like Richard had earlier.

The brush stopped when the bristles touched her. She wiggled it
slowly, feeling it move deep within her. Her chest was heaving, her
breath becoming shorter in excitement. It was like an exquisite
torture when she reversed the hairbrush's direction, pulling it slowly
out, feeling herself catch on the ridges of the handle as each one
escaped her. And then back in, and then out and then in again, each
time increasing just a little in speed. Her moans grew more frequent
and her hands gained in speed, until she was pounding the plastic
piece in and out of her drenched pussy.

It was Richard! He was there and fucking her. She wanted it! It was
all she could think of, until even her moans were cut short by rantic
gasps. Arching her back toward the ceiling, she concentrated
everything on the hard rod hammering into her, rubbing her raw.
Suddenly her orgasm hit, stronger than she had ever before produced on
her own. She groaned, not caring that her mother might overhear. She
tightened up and shook, before finally flopping back into her bed, the
brush still sticking out of her, moving slightly up and down with each
breath she drew.


The clock was just a hair past midnight when she prepared her clothes
for tomorrow - a cute short-sleeved, button down shirt, a front-snap
bra that she loved and a loose skirt that ended a few inches over her
knee, like a red tennis skirt. The panty drawer she let be. Tomorrow
couldn't come too soon. And neither could she.


FOOD FOR THOUGHT
May fidgeted all through her algebra II class, turned on by the cool
wooden chair against her bare skin. The skirt flared around the chair
such that no one could tell how exposed she was. Or at least, so she
hoped. Everything she'd done today had raised her excitement to a new
level. She'd had to walk carefully down the stairs, lest she jump too
much and give her mom an eyeful of what wasn't underneath her skirt;
she'd made a point of being the last person to get on the bus so no
one got the opportunity to peek as she climbed on; she'd had to be
careful every time she sat down. As of yet, no one had pointed,
giggled or made any other indication that they'd noticed, but the risk
was turning her on. Was she leaving a slime trail on her seat, she
wondered - a trail smelling of excited girl?

When the bell rang, she was the first one out the door, the only thing
slowing her down being the fear that if she rushed too much, her skirt
would billow. Lunch was next and she was hoping to intercept Richard.
Well, both hoped and dreaded. Would she dare show him, like he'd
demanded?

He intercepted her.

She was looking for him when Richard came up behind her, putting his
hand at her elbow.

"Hi."

If he'd just bitten her in the ass, she wouldn't have jumped any
higher. When her breathing finally returned to some semblance of
normalcy, she responded glibly, "um... hi."

The hand at her elbow lead her toward the cafeteria. Before she had
time to collect herself, she was once again behind him in line,
waiting for the lunch lady to ladle some limp beans and lumpy mashed
potatoes onto her tray. Her mind was awhirl, wondering how she was
going to pull this off. He bade her sit next to him at a corner table,
such that their backs were to the wall.

Might as well jump into it. She looked around, making sure no one was
looking her way. When she glanced over at Richard, it was as if he was
making a point of not appearing to pay attention to her. She tried
anyway. Quickly, like a little kid being naughty, she grabbed the hem
of her skirt and flipped it up quickly, hoping that he would notice
that the skin went all the way up.

He was unmoved.

How much did he expect? She glanced around her again before repeating
the motion, just a hair longer this time. The adrenaline was coursing
through her. Constantly, she was glancing around, wondering if someone
had seen - but there was no reaction. Not even from Richard. May
scowled at him.

"You won't get approval if you don't hold it long enough for me to
inspect."

Her eyes went wide.

"In here!?"

"Well, if you're going to question me, this thing is off. You can go."

Still, he wasn't looking at her, but just staring straight ahead. A
shiver shot down her spine. She guessed it was now or never. Looking
around, she cautiously gripped her skirt and began to lift.

"Sit still! You look like a trapped squirrel."

Immediately, she froze. Only her hands kept moving. Straight-backed
and looking straight ahead at nothing, she pulled her skirt until she
was holding it above her waist, and everything below at full display
to anyone at the right angle.

"Good. Don't lower your skirt until I tell you to."

She waited impatiently, terrified that someone would see her. At least
everything was still under the table.

"Spread your legs."

He kept his voice low, but there was no denying it. She parted her
legs, opening them and turning slightly towards him at the same time.
Admiring her, he flashed a brief smile in her direction.

"Rich! What's up?" The voice carried from across the cafeteria. Jay,
one of the football jocks, tall and wearing his varsity jacket, was
approaching their table. "Where have you been lately, man?"

May began to lower the skirt, but a curt hand gesture from Richard
stopped her. On her brow, a drop of sweat beaded and trickled down
along her hairline. Surprising her, another form of moisture trickled
down the inside of her thigh. She almost gasped aloud when she
realized how horny she was.

"You know, around. Been busy lately." Richard's voice snapped her back
into the reality of the situation.

"Yeah, that's cool. Know how it is." Jay carried himself with macho
bravado. She froze when he turned his eyes to her. "So this your new
girlfriend?"

"Yeah, this is May."

"Yeah, I've seen her around. In one of my classes, aren't you? I'm
Jay."

She nodded at him, smiled and tried to stay calm while making small
talk. Jay was a gabber, and kept chatting at Richard and May about
girls and football. In addition, he was a veritable party calendar for
at least the next six months. However, he was not exceedingly
observant, and May's discomfiture went entirely unnoticed.

Finally, the torrent ceased and he got up to leave. With a final,
"later, dude," he left to go talk with some of his football buddies.
As soon as he was gone, Richard signaled that she could lower her
skirt.

"Well done. You pass. Trim away the fuzz for next time though. I hate
getting hair in my teeth."

May looked at him with big eyes. She had done it - and gotten away
with it. So amazed was she that she forgot to be shocked that she had
just been ordered to shave off her pussy bare. He didn't give her time
to catch up either.

"Finish your food, then go behind the gym and wait for me. You should
be standing, facing the wall, and leaning against it. Bend over at the
waist and keep your eyes closed. And remember to keep your skirt hiked
up."

May's day was getting crazier and crazier.

"I only have..." She looked at her watch. "Seventeen minutes until my
next class!"

"You'd better hurry, then."

She took two more bites before she ran off toward the large gymnasium.


BEHIND THE GYM
She waited. Time seemed to hardly pass at all. Having braced her
forearms against the wall, it gave her something soft to rest her head
on. The tick, tick, tick of her wristwatch near her ear seemed slow
and ponderous. She wanted to open her eyes, but didn't dare. There was
a cool breeze slithering over her exposed lower half, cooling the
moisture seeping from her pussy. She shivered. How long was he going
to make her wait?

Behind the gym was a soccer field, unused during this period but
hardly private or secluded. From where she was standing, she was
clearly exposed. But, he had commanded her, and the time for decisions
was past. She had elected to obey him; she had already made that
clear. All she could do now was wait.

Then there was a sound - feet treading on grass. It was a soft
swishing sound, but distinct in the quiet. Was it him? Somehow, she
knew he wouldn't say anything; that he would leave her wondering. What
if it wasn't him? She clenched her eyes tightly shut and waited. The
sound stopped right behind her.

A zipper sounded in the still, followed by the rustling of cloth. It
wasn't until something firm and flesh was positioned right at her
entrance that she realized that she'd been holding her breath. She
held it still. Was it Richard? Her cunt was soaked; it didn't care.
The hairbrush had been good, but no replacement. Only a hard cock
would do. Any hard cock. But she wanted it to be Richard.

Large, strong hands wrapped themselves around her waist, causing her
to start. They clutched her, held her firm, and then the large cock
slammed in to the hilt. The breath she'd held expelled in a loud,
throaty moan. She was glad she had braced herself, for the unknown man
was pounding into her for all he was worth. And it was exactly what
she needed. How could she even have thought for a moment that the
hairbrush was sufficient? The greater diameter of the cock stretched
her, filling her. Its greater length probed her deeply. It pulsed
inside her, alive, and she could feel the blood-engorged veins rubbing
against her. Her orgasm was already beginning to build.

The pounding went on, each strike punctuated by a sharp exhalation and
a short, involuntary voicing of her passion. After a while, the hand
clutching her right side released and slid down her back toward her
ass. What felt like a thumb began to circle her asshole, rimming her
while gradually asserting ever-increasing pressure. Soon, the tip was
making its way into her, and she could feel it rub against the cock
that was still sawing in and out of her. Nervousness filled her. She
had never put anything in there, and she already felt so full from the
large cock in her pussy.

Suddenly, the first knuckle popped past her sphincter, lodging in her
ass. Had she felt full earlier, then now she was feeling stuffed. The
finger in her ass felt strange, invasive. But the dirtiness only
seemed to egg her on, and her moans became louder and louder.

The finger in her ass began to thrust into her like the cock was doing
just below. Her stomach was tightening up and her head pounding like
there was a vein trying to break out. The rough wall of the gymnasium
was leaving white scrapes in the skin of her forearms. She didn't
notice or care.

And then she began to quiver, shocks shooting through out her body.
Her legs became like jell-o and only his strong hands kept her from
falling. She moaned and squirmed as the orgasm rushed through her
little body. She shook for several long seconds, and then her body
went limp and her breath came in short gasps. The pounding had never
ceased, however, and was like an exquisite torture against her now
puffy and supersensitive pussy.

She was still trying to recover when the cock suddenly pulled out of
her, followed by his thumb, which came out with a slight pop. For the
first time his voice sounded and she knew for sure it was him.

"Turn around and get on your knees. But keep your eyes closed!"

Rotating as close as she could to 180 degrees without being able to
see, she immediately dropped to a kneeling position. She was hardly
down before two fingers pinched her nose shut, forcing her to open her
mouth to breathe - and as soon as she did, the cock was pressed into
her mouth. It was dripping wet and carried her flavor strongly. A hand
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forwards, impaling her.
Once the large cock bumped against the back of her throat, she was
released to pull back, only to be yanked forwards again. She had
gotten better at controlling her reflexes, but she still coughed a few
times before she regained some semblance of control.

"Open your shirt."

It was difficult to fumble with the shirt buttons while someone was
pulling her head back and forth. However, she finally made it,
exposing her bra-covered bosom. Almost immediately, the cock
disappeared from her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. Then a
practiced hand reached down and unsnapped the front clasp on her bra,
allowing her tits to pop out into the open. She could hear a rhythmic
squishing noise right in front of her.

"Lean back on your hands and thrust your tits towards me."

May did as she was commanded, waiting anxiously. She could hear his
breath becoming shorter, more strained. Suddenly, Richard moaned and
then she felt the wet stickiness of spurting come on her tits. She was
splashed on both sides and she could feel it running down her smooth
skin towards her stomach. The sticky come was warm against her cool
skin, before the air cooled it down.

"Now hook your bra back on and close your shirt." His voice was
calmer, but still commanding. "I want you to feel my come running down
your tits and stomach for the rest of the day."

She followed orders. Her bra was wet in several spots where it pressed
the sticky substance against her skin. A rivulet detached and
slithered down toward her belly button.

"Well done." She beamed at his praise. "I have brought something for
you." She wanted to open her eyes and look, but he ordered her still.
Then she felt something cold and metallic settle around her neck, to
then be locked in place with a quiet click behind her.

"You can feel it, if you like."

Reaching up, she traced the contours of her new necklace. It was in
the form of a light chain of links, and she couldn't for the life of
her figure out the catch. There was a small ring in front.

"The catch can't be opened without this key. And the metal is a very
sturdy alloy." He paused. "You are not strong enough to break it. This
chain marks you as mine."

She felt the chain for a short while longer before accepting it. She
was his.
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