0 comments/ 83689 views/ 2 favorites Jenna Ch. 01 By: infinitee69 The clocked stopped at that point in time. My car almost swerved right as I almost lost control of it on the slippery road. "What the hell!" I exclaimed. "What the hell, Jenna! It's raining! I need to drive properly! Do you wanna die?" She started laughing, her full bodied, eternally cute and melodious laugh. Oh how I hated her then. "Stop the car." She said. "Why? What are you up to now?" "Just do it. Now!" her voiced was firm now. I stopped by the side of the road and turned on the hazard lights. It was 2am in the morning, and it was raining cats and dogs. I had no freaking clue what she was trying to prove. "Ok. I've stopped the car as you requested." "Good, cos the moment I said what I said, the car almost went out of control, and I didn't wanna die." She giggled, running her fingers through her long brown hair. "Most 22 year old boys can't drive for nuts anyway!" (Hated it when she did that cos it was just so sexy!) "Of course the car would have gone out of control! I mean seriously! You shouldn't be joking like that!" Jenna's face went serious. "I wasn't joking. I meant it when I asked you if you wanted come over to my place for a fuck." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jenna? Wanna fuck me? No way! "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes, I am." Her huge brown eyes rolling in mock exasperation. "Fine!" I said, starting the car. "We'll go to your place and fuck!" It has been a long day. Dave's daughter was christened this afternoon. And Jenna, his favourite cousin, of course was Godma. After the ceremony was over we had a little celebration at his place which ended about 8pm or 9pm, following which some of us mates went for some beers at a pub nearby. I had been watching Jenna all evening. She was getting hotter and hotter each time I saw her. Today was no exception. Everyone loved Jenna. She was always laughing. She had the most evil sense of humour, and was one of the guys. She smoked, drank and swore like all of us, and like all of us, she had a very candid attitude towards sex. Which was why at the "ripe old" age of 38 Jenna had never once been married. Come to think of it, she was never attached for long either. She was a free spirited woman nobody could tie down. Jenna was curvaceous. She had nice tits, probably C or D cup, full womanly hips and a sexy ass which made you wanna reach out your hand and give it a squeeze. She had very nice pouty lips and twinkly eyes. I spent many times cumming thinking of her sexy mouth wrapped around my cock. It seemed like forever but we finally got to her place. She had a decent pad, nobody knew where she had the money to finance it since she hardly worked or was always in between jobs. Some people said she had an older boyfriend who left behind a good sum of money for her. I never tried to ask as I didn't want to pry. I sat down on her leather sofa. "Just get the hell into my bedroom, will you?" she said, pulling me by the hand into her bedroom. No sooner had she banged the door shut I grabbed hold of her and planted my mouth on hers, our tongues mingling hungrily. I could feel her breasts against my chest as I held her tight. I moved my hand down to squeeze a tit. I could feel my cock stir as she coo-ed. She grabbed my other hand and put it on her other tit. "You don't have to be gentle," she purred, her light brown eyes looking at me pleadingly. I squeezed harder, feeling her breathe getting heavier. I pulled her sweater off. Then her bra. Her boobs were now free. "How do you like them?" she asked, winking. They were beautiful. 36C. Brown nipples – huge and erect, jutting out proudly. I took a nipple into my mouth and we sank into the bed, her below me. I sucked hard. She let out a sexy moan, tweaking her other nipple. I changed tit. She squirmed below me as I twirled my tongue around one nipple, then the other. She was removing my shirt now. Then unbuckling my belt. Then off went my pants. "Oh shit!" she said, feeling me. "What?" I asked, although I knew what it probably was. "You're freaking huge!" she exclaimed, laughing hard. "No way jose!" "Too late bitch!" I joked, pulling my cock out. "I'm armed and dangerous." We both started laughing but then I crawled over and stuffed my cock into her mouth and she started sucking on it hungrily. There I was on my knees, my balls and cock dangling over her face, as she expertly sucked my cock, her tongue teasing my cock head, flicking it over the pee hole, making me moan as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth, sucking hard. Then she was teasing my head again, eyes twinkling as I tried to push my cock in again, but she wouldn't allow it. Instead she cupped one of my balls, and slowly licking it, holding it in her mouth, as she continued to stroke my cock. Then she ran her tongue up and down the entire length of my shaft. I felt like I could explode anytime. Not wanting to wait any longer I turned her on her tummy and got her on her knees. "Ooooh..." she coo-ed. "Are you gonna fuck me like a bitch in heat?" "Yes, you slut. I'm gonna fuck you till you're sore." I smiled evilly. "My huge cock is gonna stretch you! Are you ready for that, bitch?" "Oooh yeah! I love huge cocks." She winked, lifting her skirt. She was wearing a g-string. I pushed it aside. She was soaking wet. I didn't have to fiddle with her much. Instead, I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. She let out a gasp. "Oh mister!" she gasped. "You're too huge!" "I know," I smirked, pushing further in. "Oh yeah! Push it all the way in, you bad bad boy! Push it all in!" I needed no more encouragement. Ramming the entire length of my cock in, I heard her moan in delight. Holding onto her waist, I started moving my cock in and out of her pussy, watching her fat ass sway sexily. I gave it a slap. It quivered. And another. I felt her move with me, moaning and gasping and sighing and screaming, begging me to go harder and faster. The slut could take it hard. And she loved it. Grabbing onto her long hair, I started fucking her hard, as she moaned and begged me to keep it up. "Oh hell! I love your cock!" she moaned. "You're stretching me! I love it! Keep banging! Harder! Harder! Ah shit! Yeah! Don't stop! Oh shit!" I slapped her huge ass hard. It jiggled. She let out a yelp. "Oh you like that huh?" "Oh yeah, I love that! Do it again! Please!" I gave her another smack on the ass. She moaned. I delivered a couple more slaps to her joy. The whole bed shook. The bed springs creaked. We were both starting to break into sweat, panting, moaning, yelling, screaming. "You like being on top?" I asked. "Hell yeah!" she smiled, and we changed positions. Lying on my back, Jenna climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my huge cock. Her eyes were filled with lust, as she started riding me hard. Her boobs jiggled. I loved how they swayed from side to side. I grabbed hold of them and started tugging at her nipples. She squealed in delight, riding harder and faster, her cries getting sharper. "I'm gonna cum soon!" she panted. "Yeah, cum for me, baby. Cum hard. Cum you little bitch. Cum for Papa!" I hissed. Suddenly she stiffened, letting out a loud cry. I felt the waves of her orgasm, wave after wave of it. She held on tight. I continued thrusting up. My balls tightened. I was almost ready to cum. But I held on, waiting for her to settle down. "Thanks," She whispered. "Your turn now. How do you want it?" "I wanna cum all over your face." I joked. "Sure," she grinned. She got off me, and made herself comfy between my legs, taking my shaft into her hands, pumping it, occasionally flicking her tongue across my cockhead. It was also too hard to bear. Then she took the entire length of my cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. I was almost there. I felt my balls tighten. Taking my cock out of her mouth I shot wad after wad of cum onto her face. She started giggling. Boy did she look cute. Pulling her up, we started kissing. I wiped the cum off her face. She giggled some more. We lit cigarettes. We sat at opposite ends of the bed, our feet outstretched in a V, forming a diamond, toes touching toes. Finishing her cigarette, she announced, "I'm still horny. Can I play?" I smiled. She started rubbing her nipples, squeezing them occasionally. "Squeeze your tits," I said. She did, eyes watching me intently. The intensity of her gaze made me wanna pin her down and do her all over again, but I had yet to recover. She continued massaging her breasts. "Do you have any toys?" I asked. "Yeah." She got up and went to her dresser drawer, taking out a huge black dildo. I laughed. "A black dildo eh?" "Have you not heard? Once you go black, you can't go back!" She got back in the same position on the bed, continuing with where she left off. Slowly she moved her hands down to her pussy. "Open up your pussy and let me see how wet you are," I said. She spread wider, opening up her pussy lips. She was still wet. And ready for another bang. Slowly she started rubbing her clit, purring softly. Then she took the dildo. I crawled over and lay between her legs, taking the dildo away from her. "I work. You, enjoy." I winked. She nodded. I put the dildo aside. Bending my head down, I started teasing her pussy with my tongue. She let out a gasp. "Oh hell. You're good at this. You fucker." She moaned, grinding her hips against my mouth. I grabbed her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue across her clit. She arched her body, gasping. I inserted two fingers into her pussy, in search of her g-spot. Pushing further in, I found it. "Whoa! For a kid, you're damn good!" she gasped, as I slowly teased her with my fingers, while keeping up with my tongue. Slowly, I pushed another finger in. Three fingers now. "I'm not a kid. A kid doesn't know how to treat a slut right." "Oooh... ooooh! Shit! Hell! Yeah!" she wailed. "Yeah!" My fingers were moving faster now. She was dripping wet. Slowly I tried to put in a fourth finger. "Oh shit. You can't!" She gasped, and my fourth finger struggled its way in. "Oh hell! This feels sooooooooooooo good!" I continued to tease her with four fingers, while picking up the black dildo. I rubbed it against her clit to mix it when her juices. Then slowly I brought it down to her ass. She froze. "No, kev. I've never done this before." She gasped. But it was too late. I had shoved the head of the dildo through her puckered hole. She cursed at me. "Relax. Ok? Leave it to me. Just relax as much as you can," I said. Although with 4 fingers in her pussy and a large black dildo up her anal hole, I wondered how relaxed she could be. Bit by bit, I worked on getting the dildo further up her asshole. It was tough no doubt. But a little persistence did the trick. Soon, it was more than halfway in. And Jenna was screaming in delight. "You like that bitch?" "Yeah! Oh kev, please, harder please!" "I knew you'd be begging for more." I smiled, moving the dildo faster. "Beg for more." "Oh Kev, please! Stick it in harder! Hell! This feels sooooooooooooo good!" "You like it slut?" "Yeah!" "You like being my slut?" "Oh yeah! Yeah!" "Yeah! I'm gonna make my mates fuck you next. You like that huh? Getting fucked hard by a bunch of young men!" "Oh shit! Shit! I'm cumming! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!! OH SITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!" she screamed, her hips bucking, the whole bed shaking wildly. She collapsed in the bed. slowly I took the dildo and fingers out and turned her over. Her anal hole stared wide open. Rubbing some of her cum on my dick, I shoved my entire shaft into her arsehole. She let out a gasp. Slowly, holding her hips, I rocked my cock in and out of her ass, feeling her muscles squeeze my dick. She was playing with her tits and moaning, her eyes shut tight. I continued to pound her. She was incredibly tight in the ass. It wasn't long before I knew I had to cum again. I took my cock out. Pulling her by the hair I tried to get her to suck my cock. She resisted. "Come on! Be a good bitch! Suck my cock! Taste your ass, you filthy slut." I stuffed my cock in her mouth. She sucked hard. Oh yes, the bitch would do anything I asked her to. I was pretty sure of it now. Holding the back of her head, I mouth fucked her, till I was ready to come. "Oh shit! I'm cumming! Shit!" I yelled, as I came in her mouth, causing her to gag slightly. She swallowed almost the entire load, with what she couldn't contain in her mouth dribbling down the sides of her lips. She looked at me smiling. "That was good." She said. "Glad you picked up the rough bits. It makes it easier for me to cum." I touched her cheek. "can I stay the night?" I asked. She nodded. I took her in her arms and we fell asleep. Dedicated to the TFFB Jenna Ch. 01 Part One: Home Jenna was terrified of the auction block. She had heard stories about life on other plantations, tales that kept her up at night. She didn't want to be beaten, raped, or worse- forced to pick cotton in the hot Virginia sun. Even though she was a slave, she had always lived inside her master's house. She had never had many chores, or any real work at all. There was a good reason for that. She was a mulatto, and her master, the honorable Judge William Henry Tyler III, was also her father. He was a tall, thin man, with graying brown hair and deep-set eyes. He was always fond of the slave girls. He liked the ones with dark skin, and had plucked Jenna's mother out of the fields when she was just 18 years old. Her mother became pregnant almost immediately and gave birth to her first child one cold December morning. It was a boy she named Will. He was extremely light skinned, with curly brown hair and dark grey eyes. He could pass for white, and often did. Jenna was born shortly after. She was even more beautiful then her mother, with long, wavy black hair and almond colored eyes. Her skin was a soft, golden brown, the same color as the walnut trees that blossomed on the plantation each autumn. When Jenna was about 16, her mother passed away, and the judge decided to take on a legitimate wife shortly afterwards. The new wife's name was Mary, a pale Irish woman with a long bony face and steel gray eyes. Mary hated lovely Jenna as soon as she laid eyes on her. Mary could sense that her new husband would have probably preferred to take someone like his daughter to bed then herself, and she jealously did her best to convince the judge to "throw his dark little daughter out in the fields with her own kind." As Jenna went about her daily duties, she often noticed Mary watching her intently, silently comparing her scrawny body with that of her growing stepdaughter. Her flat, tiny chest with Jenna's full and firm breasts, her pale, aging backside with Jenna's curvy bottom and thick, sleek thighs, and her nearly translucent skin, slightly yellowed with age and spotted with brown freckles against Jenna's almost perfect complexion and ebony locks. It was a contest Mary knew she couldn't win. As the years passed, Mary's hatred of Will and Jenna grew. She was unable to have children of her own, and without a legitimate heir to secure her place in the family, she felt threatened by Will. Even though he was still legally a slave, the judge had taught Will how to read and write, and discussed arrangements for him to attend a Negro college in Pennsylvania. Mary was against any sort of special treatment for them and made her displeasure known to the judge. He largely ignored her but both Jenna and Mary knew that her father couldn't live forever, and when he died, his estate, and her and Will's lives, would be in Mary's hands. When Jenna was about 21, the judge had a sudden bout with pneumonia. He was quickly bedridden, and shaken with cold sweats. Doctors came in and out of the plantation that winter, but it soon became obvious that the judge was going to die. On her father's last night on earth, the plantation was restless. Jenna laid on her small bed, which was nothing more then a few sacks stuffed with hay. Her mind wandered about what the future would hold. Quietly, the door opened. A shadowy figure stepped in, and her breath caught in her throat as she recognized her father. The man walked over to where Jenna lay on the floor and knelt beside her. As her eyed adjusted, she saw that it was not her father at all, but her pale brother Will, dressed in some of the Judges finest clothes. "Father is dead." Will whispered to Jenna. "No one knows just yet. I've taken some clothes and a suitcase- my inheritance. I'm leaving tonight." Jenna shook her head, not understanding. "I'm taking a train north," He continued, "When I have enough money, I'll come back a buy your freedom." Will saw the fear and alarm in Jenna's face, but he continued quickly, before she could protest. "Father's will stated that all of his slaves are to become property of Mistress Mary, but in his final days, I managed to convince him to give you to the pastor of his church. You won't be beaten there, and the reverend is an old man, he needs a house slave to care for him. He lives in Richmond, and it is from there I will come for you when I have the money." Will smiled to himself. Forging that part of the will and sending her to the reverend was Will's best option for keeping their stepmother away from Jenna. He leaned over a kissed his pretty brown sister on the cheek. "I promise I'll come back for you, no matter what." He whispered again. And then he was gone. Part Two: Richmond The reverend John Reynolds was a short, fat man of about 60. Friendly and good-natured, the pastor took an instant liking to this shy country girl from the plantation, and she took an instant liking to him. Jenna spent her days cooking, sewing, and doing housework, while the reverend read her bible verses in between seeing visitors. It was only the two of them living in his modest townhouse and Jenna quickly settled into her role as little woman of the house. One hot summer morning, while Jenna was busy making porridge for the reverend's breakfast, she heard the sound of horses stomping on the streets outside their home. She watched from the window as a tall man with broad shoulders stepped out of a carriage, shielding his eyes from the morning sun. She could see he was handsome, with dark blond hair that fell to the middle of his neck and ears. He was slender, like her father, but maybe a little too pale for someone with such a youthful face. She realized he was looking directly at the window she stood in. He flashed her a playful smile but Jenna, embarrassed to be caught not tending to her work, closed the curtain and ran back to the kitchen and the reverend's breakfast. It wasn't long before Jenna learned the identity of the smiling man. Thomas John Tyler Esq., the reverend's son and only child, who was returning home after 6 years studying law at the college of William and Mary. The moment Thomas arrived at his father's house; he took an interest in the shy little black girl his father owned. He asked her name. "Jenna sir." Even though she kept her eyes on the floor, she could feel Thomas staring down at her intently. The simple cotton dress she wore must have been made for a younger girl, he thought, because her hips and breasts strained against the threadbare fabric. He felt like he could almost see inside that pale blue material, an idea that made his dick stiffen. A smile spread across his face. "Well now, what are you doing here Jenna girl?" He asked teasingly, "I thought my father was too old for girlfriends." Thomas laughed loudly at his little joke, leaning over and pinching Jenna's bottom playfully. Jenna gasped and took a step back. Thomas was surprised. This was no little girl standing before him. Jenna was a woman of at least 20. He had never seen a Negro girl act so innocent before. "There's no need to act shy around me Jenna girl, we're going to get along just fine if you play nice." "Yes sir." He reached out to stroke her dark hair but Jenna was backing away from him at a quick pace. He thought about grabbing her and holding her still but he heard his father's weak voice calling out to him, and Thomas decided instead to say hello. As he entered the bedroom, it was immediately obvious that his father was more seriously ill then his last letter to the University had made it seem. The reverend sat propped up on the bed, a glass of water in his hand. He looked up at his son and smiled. "Don't worry about me lad." His father murmured, "I'll be right soon enough. I have a real good girl caring for me too." "You mean the negro girl? Is she a slave?" He spoke the last word carefully. As a boy, Thomas had often grown up listening to the reverend preach about the evils of slavery and the morals behind the legal enslavement of a race of people. His father looked sheepish. "Well...yes she is... but I didn't buy her. She was a gift from a wealthy parishioner. Do you remember Judge Tyler?" Thomas nodded. "Well the poor man died just a few months ago, leaving nothing but a widow and no heirs. His will specifically left the girl to me, there was to be no exceptions and no substitutions, although the widow did seem to put up a fuss." "No heirs?" Will repeated, "no children seems strange for a man his age and status." His father grinned, happy to share his piece of gossip. "Well I said no heirs, not no children." His father glanced towards the doorway where they could hear Jenna clinking pots somewhere in the kitchen. Thomas felt stupid for not seeing it before. The girl was dark for a mulatto but her long hair and light eyes were clearly a sign of mixed race. "What are you going to do with her? I mean, after..." Thomas trailed off. He didn't want to mention his father's mortality while he was in such a frail condition, and he also didn't want to seem too eager to know about the future of this slave girl. "Well... she, as with all of my property, will become yours when I die. I trust you will treat her with kindness." Thomas nodded, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face. He stood to leave but his father called him back to the bedside. "One more thing," he whispered, "Jenna is... innocent. I wish for her to remain that way while she is my property. Understand?" Thomas smiled. "Father, surely you don't think that I would..." He stopped when he saw the serious expression on the reverend's face. Thomas nodded. "Of course, father." As he stood up and walked towards the door, the reverend was suddenly taken by a fit of coughing, which rattled his weak body and sent Jenna running from the other side of the house to attend to him. Weeks passed and the reverend's health, while fragile, remained steady. Thomas attended to his father the best he could, but his thoughts were much more preoccupied by Jenna. As he sat alone in the dining room eating the food she had cooked for him, Thomas contemplated the future. He wasn't much of an abolitionist, even though most of the debates school centered on the issue of slavery, he had never really thought about it. They were not a very wealthy family, and they were certainly not landowners. Yet now he was in the position of inheriting his first slave and he wasn't really sure how he felt about that. He didn't know if he would make a good master. He wasn't a cruel man, which seemed like a necessity for the occupation. But perhaps he didn't have to be cruel. Jenna may have been his slave but she was also a woman, which meant she was useful beyond performing simple chores. Thomas picked up his half finished dinner and dropped the plate at his feet, shattering the dense porcelain on the hardwood floor. He called to Jenna. She appeared in the doorway moments later, and seeing the mess on the floor, quickly dropped to her knees and began to clean. Thomas watched her intently. The faded blue housedress she wore was still too tight for her, and it didn't take much imagination for him to envision the soft curves of her body beneath the thin material. She was on her hands and knees, and he imagined himself behind her, spreading her dark legs and pushing his dick into her soft, wet, cunt. "Anything else sir?" Jenna was staring up at him. She was still kneeling on the floor near his feet. Close enough, Thomas thought, to lean over and start sucking his dick. He was breathing heavily. He looked down at Jenna's face and the temptation to tell her to wrap her pretty lips around his cock seemed unbearable. For a second, he thought he saw Jenna's lips open slightly, and her little pink tongue shoot out and lick the corner of her mouth. "Ohhhhhh..." he moaned slightly. He heard Jenna gasp and glanced down. She was staring directly at the growing bulge in his pants. He was almost fully erect. "Oh." He stammered, embarrassed. Jenna climbed to her feet and started backing towards the door. "I should check on Master." "Wait." Thomas commanded. With some difficulty, Thomas stood and crossed the room slowly, his swollen member still bulging in his pants. "Face the table." He commanded. He stopped directly behind her and paused, waiting for her to react. Nothing. He moved closer to her, pressing himself against her body. She tried to wiggle free at first, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and easily held her in place, pinned against the table. "You like what you saw, you little tease?" "No sir. I mean, no sir, I wasn't looking at you sir." Jenna stammered. She trembled slightly, afraid that he might hit her. She didn't make a sound as his fingers slid upward, and began messaging her body through her dress. The first few buttons holding together the top of the dress were easily undone and in an instant, Thomas had his first feel of Jenna's firm young breasts. He cupped them eagerly and pinched her chocolate colored nipples until they stiffened. He heard Jenna moaning uncomfortably and trying to wiggle out of his grasp. She didn't realize that the friction she created by brushing against him only excited him more. His yearning to fuck her was now dulled his other senses, and he had practically forgotten all about his father's wishes for Jenna's chastity. Thomas pulled Jenna around to face him. His blue eyes carefully studied her features. Her warm brown skin smelled of lavender leaves and the lemons she had been slicing earlier. He reached out and placed a finger gently under her chin, raising her face until their eyes met. He was hoping to see some of the same passion he was feeling in her eyes, but nothing was immediately obvious. "Open your legs." He ordered. She hesitated but did as she was told, parting her knees only a few inches. "Spread them farther apart." This time she moved her feet about 12 inches apart. He lifted the skirt of her dress to her waist, exposing her thighs and the short cotton underwear she wore. Thinking about being between those thighs made his cock feel impossibly hard and heavy, and he pressed himself closer against her body. Jenna griped the table. The bulge in his pants pressed against her thigh was a sickening thought, or at least she wanted it to be. The truth was, Thomas's warm breath on her neck, his hands exploring her- it felt almost good. Thomas lifted her on the dining room table and positioned himself between her legs. His hand slid down the front of her underwear, and with a gentle pressure, his fingers began caressing her most intimate area through the fabric. She gasped, and griped the edge of the table even harder, willing her body to resist. She felt a slow heat began to spread inside her body; it was like a tingling that started where Thomas touched her and then spread out to her stomach and thighs. Thomas smiled as he felt Jenna shiver slightly against him. A small damp patch began to appear on the outside of her panties and Thomas pressed further, encouraging her to enjoy herself. A small moan escaped from her lips. "Do you like the way that feels, Jenna girl?" Thomas asked in a voice as smooth as milk. "It will feel even better later- when we both have our clothes off." Jenna shook her head, almost involuntarily. She tried to shift in a different direction, to slip away from Thomas and back to her senses but Thomas held her in place. "I know you're a virgin, Jenna," he murmured in her ear, "But I know you want this too. Do you feel yourself getting wet? I can be real gentle, I can make this real easy for you, if you don't put up a fight." He could see Jenna's hips rocking slightly in response to his stroking fingers. He responded by increasing the pressure of his touch and feeling her panties become even wetter. Jenna was breathing much quicker now, and her exposed breasts bounced slightly as her body let out a few small tremors of pleasure. Thomas smiled. He leaned in to kiss her but Jenna shook head again and pushed against the table with all her strength. She managed to create an inch of space between her and the table and in an instant, she slipped out of Thomas's grip and pulled away from him. Thomas stood alone for a second, confused. What had just happened? "Forgive me, sir," Jenna mumbled, looking at her feet, but backing towards the door. "But I must attend to the health of my master." She turned for the door but Thomas was quicker, and grabbed her by her wrist, spinning her around. He pulled her to him, and peered down into her face. Jenna saw the anger and intensity behind his piercing eyes and froze, unsure what to do. "I will not disrespect my father by forcing myself upon his property," Thomas began. "But my father's health is declining indeed, and when he dies, his property will become my own. Soon I will be your master, Jenna, and when that hour comes, the choice will not be yours to make. It would be easier for you to play nice now, because I may not feel so kindly later." Although she was frightened, Jenna understood exactly what kind of threat Thomas was making. Numbly, she nodded slightly and turned towards the door, eager to be out of the room. As she hurried down the hall to tend to the reverend, she prayed that Will would come for her soon. Jenna Ch. 01 Ch 01 – Nature Therapy Jenna had always been skinny, had no tits, lank hair, and a gaunt face (at least, she thought so). As her teen years marched on without change, her embarrassment grew, and she took to wearing baggy clothes that hid her frame. By sixteen she no longer bothered doing anything with her hair, nor did she continue to wear makeup. She kept her nails cut to the quick. In short, she had resigned herself to being "ugly". She was so convinced of her doom that when early in her seventeenth year her body finally bloomed, she completely misinterpreted the changes. As her muscles filled out, and curves formed, her skin became soft and supple and glowed with fresh youth. Yet she thought she had become fat. Even her newly swelling breasts she deemed nothing more than final evidence that her body was merely betraying her in the opposite direction now. She bought bigger clothes to continue to hide her "hideously fat body" as she thought of it. She was so practiced at presenting the world with the "ugly duckling" image; loose clothes, clean but otherwise uncared for hair, no makeup, and reading glasses she wore too often to hide her face; no one even noticed her aymore. When 18, and time for college arrived, nothing changed. She was quickly dismissed as a killjoy, and to her relief she was pretty much ignored. Except for her roommate, Elsa. Elsa was a rare person. Friendly and popular, yet genuinely nice, and though disappointed that she had drawn such a wet blanket for a roommate, she was never cruel to Jenna. She even tried to draw Jenna out of her funk on many occasions. Jenna never allowed anyone to see her without clothing, and even in summer she wore baggy, long sleeved and legged pajamas. Still, Elsa suspected that Jenna had a good figure, and there were times when she watched the girl in unguarded moments, that she thought Jenna was actually quite beautiful, or would be if she just allowed herself to shine a little. More than once, Elsa tried to coax Jenna to let her "do her up". After several months, Jenna finally allowed Elsa small things, like doing her hair, or maybe putting on a little makeup, but she would never leave their room with any of the improvements visible, always removing any makeup, or rearranging her long hair back into an unappealing bun. Elsa was on a mission by now though. Through surreptitious touching, she had discovered that Jenna had a full, firm, well formed figure. One time, while Jenna was out, Elsa checked her underwear drawer. Her bras, though something Elsa thought her grandmother might wear, revealed that Jenna was a 38D. Then an accident happened that strained their cautious trust. Jenna always locked the bathroom door when she was in there. Always. So it was debatable who was the more shocked when Elsa walked in on her one day just as Jenna was stepping from the shower. Elsa was first stunned by embarrassment at walking in on her prudish roommate. Then she stood shocked with mouth open as the details of what she saw sunk in. Jenna froze too as the door opened. She was facing Elsa, one leg extended out of the shower as she reached for her towel on the vanity. For the first time, Elsa knew her suspicions were correct; in spades. Jenna rode her bicycle everywhere – she didn't have a car and offers for a ride just didn't happen – and the regular exercise was evident in the perfect musculature of her legs rising to 36" hips, tight ass, and flat stomach with 25" waist. Her arms and shoulders were well shaped without being "hard", and her 38D breasts stood proud and high with large pink nipples and areolae. Her black hair was wet and hanging loose about halfway down her back. Rich brown eyes stared back at Elsa in growing terror. Elsa didn't register Jenna's fear at first, struck speechless by this example of feminine perfection in front her. Finally, the moment broke. Just as it looked like Jenna was going to scream, Elsa leapt out of the room slamming the door shut behind herself, and loudly apologizing through the door for her terrible mistake. At first she felt embarrassed, but as the realization grew of just how gorgeous Jenna was, Elsa knew she had to do everything in her power to break her friend out of her self-doubt and despair. For now though, she had to calm Jenna down, carefully but soon, before the girl went into meltdown. Meanwhile, Jenna, at first mortified at being seen naked, even by Elsa, was running through drastic overreactions in her mind. She had to ask for another dorm. No, she'd need to leave the school. Not good enough, someone might hear about what Elsa saw in all its hideous detail and recognize her and know what terrible secrets she hid under her clothes. She couldn't bear to think of the embarrassment. As she dressed though, she could hear the distress in Elsa's voice, still talking to her through the door. She didn't seem to be disgusted, and sounded genuinely concerned for any embarrassment she might have caused Jenna. Once she was fully covered again, Jenna cautiously stepped from the bathroom, a sulky frown on her face, and reluctantly looked at Elsa. Elsa looked like she was in pain, and close to tears as she again apologized. She was so distraught that Jenna's heart melted for her only friend, and she went to her, sat down beside her on the bed, and hugged her. Elsa hugged her back, thanking Jenna for forgiving her. Oddly, Jenna found herself comforting her friend when just moments ago she thought herself inconsolably devastated. Eventually, Jenna was apologizing to Elsa, pointing out that it was her own fault for forgetting to lock the door. Besides, wasn't Elsa going to be scarred for life by what she saw? Jenna laughed bravely at herself over that, but Elsa took her hands, looked straight into her eyes with such utter sincerity as she argued that point with Jenna, that Jenna found herself actually entertaining the ridiculous idea that maybe she wasn't deformed after all. Elsa managed to make hope flare in Jenna's heart for a few moments, but the years of acceptance of her self image sat heavy in her mind, and would not easily surrender its familiar presence. Elsa saw the crack in the old wall, however, and became unswerving from then on in her quest to resurrect Jenna's self-esteem. It began with small things, like getting Jenna to let her pluck her eyebrows, and then keep them sculpted. She eventually got Jenna to wear just the barest hint of blush. Then it was subtle eyeshadow. A few highlights. A subdued lipstick. She convinced her to grow out her nails, and it became a comfortable ritual between the two young women to file and prep their nails, then paint them. Eventually, she managed to get her to a hair stylist. Jenna came out with hair that literally shone, falling in rich, wavy tresses well below her shoulders. The front and side had also been shaped to perfectly frame her beautiful face. Elsa was feeling very pleased with herself, even just a little jealous, as the graceful swan was slowly being revealed. Yet she simply could not get Jenna into sexy clothes; the girl continued to hide herself in baggy items that covered every inch of her except her hands and face. She mostly still put her hair in a bun, and continued to wear the glasses all the time which she needed only for reading. Elsa was finding it exasperating. Jenna was getting some looks, but it was curiosity, not attraction. The girl just refused to believe in herself, and it overwhelmed the little glimpses of beauty she would show with a grey pall. Elsa was near despairing of ever getting Jenna to take that critical step and reveal what she truly looked like. Jenna remained unshakably convinced at some level that she was ugly, and thought it pointless to expose herself to hurt and embarrassment for no good reason. There was a small group that were planning a trip over to the lake in a few weeks. They would arrive at dusk, have a barbeque, and swim in the warm water. It was a long shot, but Elsa thought if she could convince Jenna that it would be dark enough that no one could really see her, she could convince the girl to go with the group and go swimming. She would try to get Jenna in a swimsuit. Elsa wasn't expecting success, but she wasn't ready to admit defeat either. As expected, when she first broached the subject, Jenna flatly refused. Elsa coaxed and wheedled, argued that Jenna would not be seen. It would be dark. She'd be in the water. It would be fun. She didn't have to go swiming if she didn't want to. "Just come, wear your bathing suit underneath, make your decision there. No pressure." Elsa kept talking and persuading for what seemed like hours. Eventually she stopped. She had run out of arguments. Either they would work, or they wouldn't; she had nothing more to try. Jenna was quiet a long time. Just when Elsa was convinced she would not respond, Jenna finally said she didn't own a swimsuit. Caught off balance a moment, Elsa then realized she had won. Fighting to stay calm, she nonchalantly said it wasn't a problem, they would go tomorrow and buy her one. And they did. ===== Elsa was not surprised that Jenna would not even look at a two-piece anything. Many of the one piece suits were still very sexy, but as Jenna rejected suit after suit, rarely even trying them on, Elsa found herself fighting growing frustration. She was thinking how apt it would be to have gotten so close only to fall on her face just short of the finish line. When she heard Jenna say "this one" she didn't immediately get the significance. Almost fearing if she startled the girl, she'd disappear and the old Jenna would be back, Elsa turned slowly to see what had finally met with Jenna's approval. It was dark green. Full bottom of course, but though not a french cut, it still showed off an enticing amount of thigh. It completely covered her in front with a high, round neckline. Elsa stirred her finger in the air and Jenna obediently turned. To Elsa's surprise, a large amount of Jenna's back was exposed. Her ass was totally covered of course. And while the suit was by no means something you'd call sexy, there was absolutely no doubt about the amazing attributes of the woman wearing it. Elsa thought it would do very nicely indeed. Careful not to overdo it, she assured Jenna in a casual voice that it looked just fine, adding that the dark green would blend with the forest beside the lake, and make it nearly impossible to see her in the dark; should she even decide to go swimming of course, which she absolutely did not have to do if she wasn't comfortable. Elsa saw only one problem with the suit; one she as loathe to bring up. She decided to wait till they were comfortably back in their dorm room before trying to talk about bikini lines. ===== Jenna looked horrified. She had heard about it, of course, but never had she considered it something she'd do. She tried to picture herself trimming and shaving – down there. She realized she'd have to open her legs wide and bend over herself and look at what she was doing. Her cheeks flamed bright red at the image. Elsa was in overdrive trying to treat the whole thing as the most matter of fact activity in the world. She didn't seem to be getting anywhere though. Jenna's defense seemed to finally hang up on not knowing how to do it. How much? How short? Where exactly? Try as she might, Elsa could not find a way to get Jenna past that point. It was like the girl was incapable of making that kind of a decision for herself, and subtle hints from Elsa about how to tackle it met with fresh waves of red on Jenna's face and new rebuttals about how she couldn't do it right. Convinced that this time there would be no last minute magic solution, she played her final card in exasperation. "Just shave it all off then. Everything." Jenna said nothing, but looked shocked again. "No one will know," Elsa continued. "How could they? The would know if you didn't at least trim, but if you just take all of it off you'll solve all the problems and it will be our secret." Still Jenna was silent. Thinking. Elsa thought she'd give one more push, a glimmer of hope in the air. "Besides, it really makes it easy to stay clean too, you know?" Jenna sat looking at Elsa with an unreadable expression. Then, without a word, she went into the bathroom, closed and locked the door. Shortly, Elsa heard water running. "THAT worked? Really?" she said to herself, shaking her head. Her feeling of victory, however, was overwhelmed by exhaustion from the marathon argument, and she collapsed back onto her bed with a huge sigh. Well, she had almost suceeded in her quest. Elsa was confident that if she could just get past one last hurdle, getting Jenna to strip down to her bathing suit, that nature would take its course and see to the rest. There was no way she could have know just how right she would be. ===== The day of the event finally arrived. Elsa managed to get Jenna into a pair of jeans only 1 size too big, and they managed to hint at a fine ass and long shapely legs. Though she was wearing her one piece underneath, Elsa could not convince Jenna to let her tie her shirt in a knot in front. She felt too exposed with the close fitting suit her only bastion of modesty. So the long sleeved, heavy blouse remained buttoned up and untucked, and large, dark sunglasses paired with a wide-brimmed hat did a good job of hiding her face. Still, Elsa had succeeded in getting Jenna's nails filed and painted red, makeup complete and subtle, save for the red lipstick which Elsa felt was a major coup when Jenna agreed to wear it. It took half of the 45 minute drive to where they would leave the vehicles to convince her to let her hair loose. The battles were worth it, and despite the less than perfect attire, Elsa could see the guys were noticing Jenna. There were twenty of them, twelve guys and eight gals. After parking, they still had a half hour hike to where they would setup for the evening. They divied up the load; BBQ, beer, coolers, chairs, and so on. Everyone grabbed a chair when they reached the lake and rested for a few minutes. They were healthy, young, and full of life though, and before long they were all up and busily setting up the BBQ, making a campfire and laying out blankets around it, setting out the seasonings and trimmings, and so on. Elsa noted that Jenna was hesitant, but helpful; joining in with the work if not yet in the happy conversations, joking, and horseplay. Before long, two guys had laid claim to the BBQ duties, and three more stood around watching and talking; the ancient ritual well underway. Everyone had a beer in their hand, though Elsa had to encourage Jenna to actually drink hers. One of the guys tried to talk to Jenna, and though she was polite, it was a one-sided conversation, and he was soon drawn away to talk with others. Jenna was a little better with the girls, at least, and joined in their conversation cautiously. Elsa was unconcerned. She was confident that when the guys saw Jenna in her suit, and she was determined that would happen, that Jenna would have no shortage of male attention for the rest of the evening. A few of the guys were throwing a football back and forth, and most of the girls were in the water tossing a volley ball around, splashing, and giggling. The guys decided the girls were definitely having the most fun and, except for the two cooks, soon joined them in the warm lake. There was a large tree with a thick branch hanging out over the water. Someone in the past had tied a rope to it with a stout stick in the end to hang on to, and many of the guys tried hard to out do each other impressing the girls with their stunts. Jenna, Elsa, and one other girl talked while the glorious smells of the BBQ wafted by. When the food was ready, everyone loaded up plates and found places on the blankets. Jenna stayed close to Elsa. Their timing was excellent; as they sat eating, drinking beer, and talking, dusk settled in. The glow from the fire became the primary source of light, and it felt like the small area of illumination was their entire world. There was a natural lull in the conversation, and one of the guys seized the opportunity to tell the obligatory scary story about how local legend said strange things happened in this forest at night, on the full moon. Forest fairies would wake up the forest which became sentient, and trees would walk around all night, then reroot themselves where ever they happened to be as the sun's first rays appeared in the sky. It was said that well known, distinctive trees had moved, and even completely disappeared, sometimes later discovered many miles from where they were supposed to be. He told the story well, and had a captive audience. He finished his story with a low, dramatic voice. "That very tree," he said pointing to the tree they had swung on earlier, "used to be a half mile that way until six months ago, and the locals say..." and here he paused, building the tension, leaning forward. "They say that it is the home of the most powerful of the fairies that awaken the forest on the full moon. Beware, " he paused again, "tonight is the full moon!" he declared, standing and pointing out at the lake. Indeed, the round moon had just cleared the distant trees on the opposite bank, looking huge, yellow, and menacing. After a few dramatic moments, one of the guys broke the mood. "Yer so full of shit dude". Everyone laughed, letting out the tension. It was a well told story though, and more than a few kept looking back at the moon, wondering... It was full dark now. The camp fire was throwing dancing, distorted shadows on the closer trees, and the moon had risen higher, looking more its normal size and color, its light painting a glittering path on the lake. Elsa was thinking everyone would soon be moving for the lake again. Everything was perfect. Jenna was relaxed and smiling, and Elsa had a plan to get her out of her clothes and into the water. All at about the same time, the small group became silent. There was an odd feeling to everything, and it was quiet. Totaly quiet. No crickets or frogs, no night birds. Nothing. The very forest seemed to hold its breath. They felt a vague uneasiness, recognizing the effect, but having no idea of the cause. Then a slight breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, and everyone noted a scent on the air. It was subtle, and very pleasant, and they all found themselves breathing deeply to capture the wonderful smell. It was so relaxing, and seemed to seep into them, flowing through them, spreading to their fingers and toes. Their concious thoughts gently, slowly evaporated, and they slipped into a kind of waking dream. Small beetles appeared in the firelight, flitting around till one by one they landed on the neck of each one of the group. The beetles were small, appearing very much like a lady bug except that they were irridescent green. As a beetle landed, it crawled to the back of its target's neck, up the line of the spine to the base of their skull. The beetle would then face downwards, and extend a very fine tube which pierced their victim's skin, then a bundle of filaments were extruded and slipped around the C1 vertebra, and within 2 minutes had branched, invaded and integrated into all of the brain's base, primal centers. Stand up The command seemed to whisper within their minds. Unsteadily at first, but quickly gaining better motor control, each of the twenty rose to their feet. Following the whispered commands, they moved into a cricle around the fire, all the guys on one side, the girls opposite. They then stripped, tossing everything behind them away from the fire. Every one of them was standing with their feet in line with their shoulders, their chests out, heads high, hands clasped behind their backs. They looked like they were ready for inspection, and in a sense they were. Jenna Ch. 01 Choose All heard the command, but they also knew it was for the men to follow. As the men gazed at the firm, nubile bodies of the naked women before them, impulses in their primal centers were measured and compared. The beetles raised their irridescent wings, and their bodies glowed brightly with a light like bio luminescence, except it was blue. The collective signals were analyzed, compared, and a decision was reached. In unison, all the men pointed to the same woman, and that woman turned and started walking away along the edge of the lake. As the remaining people moved a little apart from each other and laid down, Jenna disappeared into the night. The nineteen settled to the leafy ground on their backs. The men parted their legs slightly, the women far more so. A few moments passed, then the forest floor began to move. It looked at first like large earth worms were coming up through the leafy loam. As the subterranean objects broke the surface, the firelight showed they were a reddish orange in color, and about a half-inch thick. Dozens of these tentacles broke through from below and began exploring the first body they encountered. They seemed to be blindly bumping and nudging their target to no apparent purpose. However, when one of the appendages encountered a cock it paused, then opened at its tip, extruding a multitude of fine filaments which spread over the man's pubic region. It maneuvered itself into a vertical position and twisted slightly, seeming to align itself to some inner requirement. Then it began to pulse blue. For a minute nothing seemed to happen, but soon the ground bulged in many, yet precise places, and tendrils with specific purposes extended forth and attachd to the man's body in the exact positions they needed to be. Many attachments were made along his spine with filaments connecting to his spinal column. Others came to his neck and introduced a myriad of hair-thin tubes into his arterial and veinous systems. Similar connections were made elsewhere; armpits, chest, groin, scrotum, and feet. The beetle at the base of his skull was now glowing so brightly as to be difficult to look at. It began stimulating the limbic system, activiating arousal and pleasure centers; the man soon had a full erection. Last, a woody tentacle emerged between his legs. Its end opened and a translucent tube extended and eveloped the man's stiff cock, flexing and undulating, stimulatng his organ. As he built towards climax, all the fibers attached to his nervous system showed blue with growing intensity, absorbing the sexually driven energy. As he spent his seed into the tubule, his cum fluoresced an intense blue before disappearing into the internal structure of the thing pleasuring him, milking him, feeding from him. Inside the creature, the male creative life force was extracted from his semen, the physical components then expelled to feed the roots of plants. Tubules began delivering nutrients into his system. Other natural chemicals stimulated his repair mechanisms, cell growth accelerated tremendously. Put simply, the energy of physical activity was rapidly replaced, the waste products rushed away far faster than his own bodily systems could achieve. The minute cell damage to his dick repaired in a minute or two, and his testicles and semenal glands were again full. The beetle stimulated him once more, and the man groaned and absently thrust his hips as the process was repeated; once every five to ten minutes. Over, and over, and over. For the women, it was a little different. As it happened, Elsa was the first female "located" by a tentacle. As with the man, it connected itself to her sex via filaments and assumed a vertical orientation, then pulsed blue. Tendrils shortly began making connections to her circulatory systems in a similar manner to the men, but the spinal nervous system connections were absent; they would be tapped differently for reasons physiological and mechanical. Two leaf like tendrils extended and fanned open revealing a milky white inside surface covered with fine, moving hairs, and a central tube surrounded by tiny barbs. The beetle at Elsa's skull had sent signals causing her nipples to engorge, and these plant-like things slipped their inner tubes over her swollen nubs and secured themselves by extending the barbs painlessly into her flesh. The leafy portions fitted themselves to the swell of Elsa's large, firm breasts, and the tiny hairs extended, piercing into her and finding the glands which were a source of life sustenance. Vines secured Elsa's ankles in their widely spread position, and more anchored her wrists to prevent her arms from thrashing around. Flexible, muscular tentacles found purchase at her knees to keep them open and pulled back, but not completely preventing movement, and a similar appendage snaked around her waste; flexible enough to permit her hips to raise and gyrate without allowing her to shift from her location. The last appendage finally appeared, emerging about two feet from her vulnerable pussy, and looking very much like the stump of a tree about six inches in diameter and almost laying on the ground. The end facing Elsa's awakening sex was oddly fleshy looking, and gave the appearance of there being tubes presently sealed by membraneous valves. Indeed, as the stump came to a stop, the upper most valve opened and a slender tube snaked out. It stretched directly to her hood, enveloping it completely and securing itself with tiny hooks. Its moist tube secured, a vacuum formed, pulling Elsa's clit into the tube, stretching it, and exposing her sensitive bulb. Delicate, miniature, internal fingerlike protrusions began to manipulate her, and with neural feedback from all the connections the main creature had in her body, it applied exactly the right amount of stimulation. Elsa began to moan dreamily, and her hips flexed slightly. A second valve opened and another thin tendril shot towards her, this time burying itself straight into her hot sex. Reaching the end of her tunel, it probed for and found Elsa's cervix, and gently pushed its way through, up and into her womb. Once there, thousands of tiny tendrils extended from its tip, and as each tendril contacted the wall of Elsa's womb, it released a thousand fine filaments which embedded themselves in her flesh, ready to capture the raw, sexual energy from the very source of human creation. The main tendril then secured itself firmly with many tiny hooks, ensuring it would not become dislodged by what followed. Elsa was in a half awake, half asleep state. The receptors in her brain for fear, for fight or flight, were completely blocked. She was aware of her body and what was happening to her, but was utterly incapable of feeling any alarm whatsoever. Her ability to form higher cognitive memories was also shut down. In short, she was utterly unhibited, completely free to indulge in the pleasures she was experiencing. And she would remember nothing of it except for a vague, subliminal sense of primal enjoyment she would never really idenify. Even as the plant was feeding off these early, low key signals from her body, it was in turn giving her growing levels of stimulation. Elsa felt much like she would if a lover was eating her right now, plus playing with her breasts in an expert fashion, while she was stoned on the best sexual-enhancing drug known to man. Multiplied by ten. She was moaning softly, and her hips were starting to move with stronger gyrations. The tendrils attached to her pelvic region were easily riding along with her motions. A third valve now opened at the end of the stump-like object. A very wet, fleshy tube was now exposed, and a phallus began to slowly extend from within. It was shiny and wet, bright red, and initially drooped down as it extended from its protective enclosure. However, even as it continued to slide forth, it hardened and thickened, and the barest hint of blue coloring could be seen. The shaft eventually swelled to about two inches thick; the tip was a ball-like shape flaring out about a half inch thicker before sharply merging with its main shaft. As it swelled, a strange structure extended out from around the shaft almost ten inches from the tip. It was roughly ovoid in shape, and once fully extended, it appeared to harden on the back while maintaining a smooth, rubbery surface to the front. From that structure back to the fleshy tunnel from which it had come, the appendage looked like a muscle, was about three inches thick, and had full, prehensile movement. Thus supported, the business end, now nearly straight, was brought to Elsa's quivering hole. The instant the ball head touched her lips, Elsa bore down on it, reflexively trying to impale her hungering sex on the object. The phallus was held there, but without enough pressure to penetrate her despite her adamant atempts to make it so. Slowly, the tip was pushed against her, and the head, not yet totally hard, deformed and elongated, gaining entry to Elsa'a molten core, and formed a kind of wedge, easing the way for the thick shaft behind it. Already stretched open further than ever before, Elsa wanted more, she wanted it all. She grunted with her efforts to impale herself on the thing that as yet only teased her. Her efforts managed to get the head to slide in and out of her slightly, and the sensations began driving her to greater need, almost desperate to be filled. She cried out as she felt it push a little more into her, still only barely past her entrance. Finding her ankles and wrists held in place, she tried to use that purchase to push herself down onto the phallus, but the powerful tentacle around her waist stiffened, and held her in place. She almost cried with joy when the dick, or whatever it was, began a slow, steady rythm. Each time pushing just alittle more of its thickness inside her, stretching her slowly. She was mewling with the sensations, still trying everything she could to speed up the process. Then the shaft was inside her, and Elsa's back arched powerfully as the creature continued to slowly push itself in until the ovoid guard pressed against her mound. As it held that position, Elsa felt the ball end swell and firm against the end of her tunnel. Her breath exploded from her, and she began grinding on whatever was pressed against the outside of her. The creature pulled back till Elsa felt the now fully swollen and stiffened head meet the restrictive tightness of her entrance, trapping the head inside her body, then it thrust hard, slamming the oval stop against her. Elsa was whimpering and moaning, no longer able to maintain any rythm with her hips, but content now that the creature was truly fucking her. Its thrusts were growing stronger, and each time it rammed into her depths, the flared area slammed into her vulva feeling very much like the shaved pubis of a man. Except no man she had every had was equiped with nearly ten inches of two inch thick shaft. Elsa was becoming delirious with the sensations, and early twinges of orgasm began building. As the sensations started, every tendril in contact with her body began to glow blue, feintly at first, but building in brightness as her arousal worked towards its peak. The creature's thrusts were becoming harder, even violent, and its weapon swelled even more driving Elsa nearly insane with the feeling of being so incredibly full. As the creature pulled back, she felt its ball jam against the inside of her pussy, causing her over stretched lips to bulge and flare around the massive shaft before it rammed itself back into her. Even as she thought the head could not now pass her entrance, the creature pulled slightly further out on the next back stroke, slammed fully in, then pulled back a little more, and a little more, until right at the brink of what she was certain would tear her, it popped free. The creature immediately stuffed its full length back into her, then pulled fully out once more, explosively flaring her pussy lips. In an orgasm that Elsa thought might be the end of her, an intensity almost like pain in every nerve of her body, she arched in a rictus as the creature continued to savagely assail her burning sex. As the unbelievable energy coursed through every fiber of her being, the tendrils feeding upon her reached a blinding intensity as they captured and channeled the raw power of orgasmic energy down to the creature below. The tentacle buried inside her womb gave the greatest display. Tapped into the very engine of human creation within this woman, the life force energy fairly crackled like blue lighting, barely contained, it seemed, within the flimsy structure as it drew the powerful life pulses down to the creature below. As the display subsided, and the static in the air around Elsa's body dissipated, the creature began the sustaining and restorative cycle as it had with the male. Within about five minutes, the cycle began over again, Elsa now fully ready to generate a fresh surge of life energy to the subterranean creature. And thus it went for the nineteen young people throughout the night. ===== Once she had been chosen by the males and begun walking away from the camp site, Jenna found her awareness increased, though in a slightly unusual way. By the light of the full moon, she could see perfectly, and she felt every minute touch of the breeze on her naked body. Like her friends she was leaving behind, she was incapable of feeling fear or apprehension, and she was not forming memories of her experience. She was only about 200 hundred yards from the group when the sound of Elsa's first orgasm reachd her ears, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with Jenna so she kept walking, and in a few moments it was forgotten. She had walked an unknown distance when she felt she should turn left, away from the lake, and headed deeper into the forest. After some further walking, she entered a clearing. It was densely circled by trees of may different kinds, and in the middle was...something. "Wooden Flower" was the first term that came to mind as Jenna walked towards it. It did have a vaguely flower like shape to it, with five points that could be a kind of thick, fleshy petal, and a slight indentation in the middle. It was huge though, being several feet across. The petals, if petals they were, were actually thicker than Jenna's thighs. The whole thing was vaguely like a pedestal, tilted towards her, and supported on a very thick base or stem. As she reached the object, each of the five sections split along the top of their length and slowly opened. The inside of the thing was white, covered in moving hairs, and shiny with some kind of thick fluid. It also had randomly placed bumps that looked like sphincters throughout its inner surfaces. Jenna heard a whispered command, and moving between the closest two petals, turned and sat in the center of the thing, sinking down a little as the slick, slimy fluid oozed up into her crack and between her legs. The top petal began to stretch out, and as it did so, Jenna leaned back against it, knowing to hold her hair until the section had extended enough for her to fully recline in it. The beetle at her skull, no longer needed, dropped free and buzzed away just before Jenna trapped it against this creature-plant. Once laying back, she raised her arms into the two petals to the sides, and lifted and spread her legs widely to drape them over the lower petals. These four sections too began to stretch and elongate. As the upper two extended past her finers, they began to close over her arms. A few moments later, the lower two reached past her toes, and also began to envelope her limbs. As they reached her torso, the last section began to close, but from the center out, and more slowly. It had far futher to stretch before it could meet over her belly, then gradually slip over her brests, slighly depressing her firm mounds as it reached to its opposite side and sealed. As it began closing around her neck, a sphincter opened and an appendage slitherd out, untwisting at the end to open into a translucent, cupped mask which covered her mouth and nose and sealed to her skin. Then the last of the seam closed over, Jenna lost conciousness, and she was gone. ===== Nature made many changes within Jenna. Most were subtle genetic tweaks that would slowly manifest over the next 7 year rythm of her body. A few were complete now, however. Imperfections had been removed or repaired. Hormone and chemical balances restored to what Nature intended. Head hair, eyebrows and lashes were preserved as features important to reproductive success, but all other hair was removed, and their follicles and even the gentic instructions for them were - altered. Other improvements, too numerous to mention, were either done, or would become apparent with time. The biggest mess was her brain. It took many hours for all the self-destructive pathways to be rerouted. Techniques hundreds of years out of reach of modern science analyzed then destroyed and re-built neural pathways, one after another, until Jenna was as Nature intended; balanced and healthy. ===== When Jenna awoke, she was no longer enveloped by the creature, but instead was merely cradled by its arms/petals. She sat up and looked around, feeling better than she could remember ever feeling before. And she remembered; she understood. Oh, she didn't know the minute details, they were beyond her ability to comprehend. Yet she understood certain things at an instinctive level mostly. Like she was immune to all disease except the common cold (something to do with the need for balance) which would never be more than a sniffle. She would heal fast; not that sci fi "right before your eyes" stuff, but significantly faster than others. And she understood, no, comfortably embraced the fact that she was beautiful. It was not an arrogant, strutting sort of realization. Just a calm, secure knowledge. She lifted her legs out from the creature's embrace (she still didn't know what it was) and brought her legs closed to dangle over its edge as she gazed around the clearing, revelling in the sensations coursing through her body and mind. She felt so clear in so many senses of the word. Then she saw some trees move. She was actually surprised it did not create panic within her, only a heigthened focus and she sat calmly watching them move in her direction. As they shuffled along, Jenna heard the whisper in her mind once more. It explained without words that much had been expended in restoring her and now, if she was willing, Nature was asking Jenna to in turn revitalize her servants. As the conversation was expressed as ideas, Jenna immeditely understood the concept, but though more than willing to grant Nature's request, she couldn't recognize the mechanism by which it might happen. Nature noted Jenna's confusion, so She supplied her with images. A surge of excitement raced through Jenna's body as understanding dawned, and she gave her enthusiastic agreement. Reclaiming her former position within the creature, she found herself quickly connected to it physically and mentally. Her needs and wishes were known to the creature, and it instantly provided every assistance she needed. It did not completely enclose her like before; in particular her head was supported but free to move, and her pussy was fully exposed. Having left the camping area before the feeding there had begun, she could not know how similar things were proceeding here. The tree that approached her first stopped a few feet away from her with what looked like a knot jutting a few inches out from its trunk as if a branch had years ago broken off there. The tree anchored itself in the ground, then what had appeared to be the knot irised open revealing the three membraneous valves inside. The top valve opened and a slender tube structure extended to her hood and enveloped it. As had happened with Elsa and the other women, it was soon secured and providing Jenna equisite stimulation. Jenna Ch. 01 Jenna grunted at the initial jolt of intense pleasure, then settled into a slow gyration of her hips as she waited to be filled. She had the creature support her head so that she could see what the tree-thing was doing. She wanted to watch its phallus come to her, penetrate her. She saw a second, small valve open and another tentacle, slightly different to the first, snake through the air to spear unerringly to her waiting pussy. Suddenly it balked, and Jenna felt a resistance inside herself. Confused a moment, she was soon stunned to realize she had actually forgotten she was a virgin. She had never managed to get even close to sex, hell, she only made first base twice in high school, and she was pretty sure those were on a dare. Yet here she was, willingly spreadeagled and about to be popped by something she thought was a tree. Her mind was brought back to the now by the small flash of pain as the tentacle tore her hymen and proceded to find and enter her cervix. As with the girls back at the camp, the appendage extruded a vast number of tiny tubes which in turn sprouted a multitude of filaments that burrowed into her flesh. A new instict deep within the primitive center of Jenna's mind was triggered by the sensation, and powerful signals which Jenna's higher brain interpreted as nurturing bloomed, filling her with a warm satisfaction. Then her sexual instincts flared to dominance again as she saw the third appendage come into view. She felt the thrill of impending penetration as the clitoral appendage increased its pace. Hints of blue flickers of light barely seen played just below the surface of the otherwise bright red shaft which was well over two inches thick. The ball-shaped head was significantly bigger. She noted the ovoid section and realized this would determine depth of penetration; she estimated eight inches, maybe more. At the sight, a thought arose in her mind that it was too big, but even as it formed, the idea was discarded like an old memory proven to be a misconception. Jenna knew she would be okay. She watched it approach, quivering with anticipation and growing stimulation. She gasped as the head touched her lips, gently, slowly pushing them aside, spreading them, stretching her as the nob went briefly cone-shaped and spearheaded the shaft's introduction into her body. Slowly it stretched her further and further. As Jenna's pussy finally opened enough to accept the shaft, there was suddenly no further impedence to forward movement, and the phallus seemed to leap several inches deeper into her heated core. The abrupt sensation of being so rapidly, rudely filled made her cry out. As the creature pressed further into her she squirmed and panted as her body and mind were overwhelmed with stimulation. When the creature's phallus was fully inserted, it paused, then began to fuck her. Slow, strong strokes. Jenna raised her head again and looked between her legs. She was still amazed that the monster was inside her, and the site of the massive shaft sliding deeply into her, then out again, glistening along its length with her own intimate juices was almost hypnotic. She shifted her focus to her belly, which clearly swelled with each insertion of the shaft; an obscene telltale of the over-sized intruder inside her, yet this too only inflamed her more. The wet noises from their point of joining were also adding to Jenna's symphony of sexual stimulation. Her eyes lidded heavily, and she began to lose herself in raw, sexual heat. Her world seemed to contract to center upon her ravaged sex. A liquid heat began to flow outward from her private core, permeating every fiber, flowing out of every pore of her body. Her chest was heaving in ragged gasps. Then she felt the first quivers from deep inside. With animal grunts of passion, she lift her headed to again watch herself being impaled. The thing had grown even thicker, and still it stretched her more as it forced its ball-like head to finally pass out of her body, only to plunge back to hilt. Jenna was growling with her intensity of hunger, watching the creature as her orgasm began building, slowly, powerfully. The prehensile section of the thing was making an "S" as it retracted the phallus completely from her body, then just like a snake, it struck forward in a blink to slam its full appendage deep within her. Jenna was struggling to breathe now, her orgasm hanging back impossibly long, still building. The supporting creature alowed her full movement, save only that it kept her legs clear of the tendrils attached to her, and kept her sopping, inflamed sex positioned for the monstrous shaft ravaging her. Jenna spasmodicaly straightened her legs, squirmed and thrashed. Unable to breath, unable to think, the pillar between her legs still jackhammering her body, she waited an eternity for her orgasm to break. It exploded through her with such intensity of pleasure it hurt. Her back arched, head thrown back, mouth gaping open in a scream that wouldn't come. Her fingers were clawed, even her toes splayed as if wanting to bury themselves in something. Her lungs, already filled to bursting, repeatedly spasmed trying to draw in more air. The clearing was ablaze with blue light. The tendril grounded in Jenna's womb flashed to a brilliance that could not be looked at directly. Too much to contain so fast, sparks of energy played about its surface, and danced and circled around the trunk of the tree, then jumped between its branches. Finally, Jenna screamed. It was piercing. Long. Raw. When her lungs emptied, she drew in another, ragged breath and expelled that one in a long squeal. After that, she made grunts and moans punctuated by the thrusts of the slowing phallus, at last allowing her to come down. The lightning display amongst its branches lessened to occasional snaps and sparks, then stopped. The glow of the feeding tendril grew dimmer, and as it finally went dark, the tree's phallus stilled, then slowly withdrew from Jenna's tunnel, leaving her so stretched and open she could actually feel cool air flow into her. The clitoral tendril withdrew next. Last, she felt a tickling in her womb as the feeding tendril withdrew it filaments, then it too retracted back to its place. As the last valve closed, the woody outer covering irised shut and instantly appeared once again to be just an old knot in the tree. With a quickness that was lacking when it came to her, the tree backed from between Jenna's outspread legs, and walked away, leaving its spot free for the next tree. Jenna gasped at how may waited their turn, then giggled wickedly as a light lethargy swept through her. Her own newly accelerated restorative abilities would have had her back to normal in about ten minutes, but with the assistance of the creature upon which she was supported, the two minutes that past while the next tree took its position and extended its tendrils was more than enough forJenna to be completely recovered. This tree was very tall and slender, and it seemed that the trees' general characreristics dicated the nature of their phallus, as this one swelled to a mere inch thick, but about twelve inches long. She somehow understood that was close to her limit, as there were organs within her that would not be happy about being displaced by an ever stretching vaginal passage. In a similar way, several trees later she got an idea of her limit for thickness. It was a short but very stocky tree, sort of like an oak. Experience this night had taught Jenna that the trees swelled to their maximum just as she began to cum, and when she reached her plateau with this tree, she was shocked to see his phallus was almost touching her thighs; it had to be over three inches thick. Jenna had seen a magazine once where a girl had a black dildo of similar girth somehow buried inside her sex, and she had wondered if it was real. Now she figured it wasn't so special that she could take the offerings of these trees. What was extraordinary was how fast she would return to her starting tightness. Thanks to Jenna, the little clearing glowed many, many times with displays of blue eldritch fire that night. Yet even with the combined benefits of her "tuned" system, and the help of the creature/plant she lay on, there were limits to her physical endurance. Plus she was sleepy and emotionally drained; high levels of ecstasy cannot be sustained indefinitely either. She was ready to rest, and it seemed the trees were too. She had not knowingly counted them, but somehow she knew there had been twenty-one trees, and she understood that was an important number, though she didn't know why. They were once again arranged around the clearing, and even as she settled to sleep, she saw the last one position itself, and grow still. It was one of those things that is very hard to describe, something that is subtle, almost subliminal. Jenna was looking at the creature when suddenly she knew it was just a tree. Something was not there any more which was a moment ago. A kind of life had departed. Yet a living, healthy tree remained. A very healthy and happy tree, Jenna told herself in a mildy self-congratulatory fashion. And then she slept. ===== The campers all woke within minutes of each other, as if they were on the same alarm clock. They were scattered haphazardly around the cold camp fire, except all the men were to one side, and all the women to the other. As they sat up and looked around, they noted that everyone was naked. There was still enough altered chemistry in their systems that they did not shy away from the exposure, and in fact many interested looks were exchanged across the intervening space. A short red head with heavy breasts broke the tension by standing and sauntering over to one of the guys she had liked for a while anyway. Watching her aproach with her intentions unmistakably clear on her face and in her walk, he was hard before she reached him. She pushed him down on his back, and without any ado, mounted him and began to grind hard on his shaft. Not to be outdone, Elsa made a beeline for a guy with a thick 9-incher, and similarly straddled him before someone else claimed the prize. Shortly, every female was occupied, but that left five men wanting. They did not wait long before offers to join in came from several of the girls. Elsa smiled at one guy, winked at thim, and told him to "climb on". Soon, she was wallowing in the pleasures of double entry. In less than five minutes after waking up, an orgy was in full swing. ===== Jenna awoke on the forest floor, momentarily disoriented. She thought she'd falen asleep within the creature. Looking around, she saw an oddly shaped stump that seemed to have once had five branches sprouting from it, low to the ground, but now only five gnarled protusions remained. She understood this was the creature, and like the trees that had fucked her for much of the night, it was once again just a stump. A little disappointed, Jenna stood and started walking. It didn't cross her mind that she shouldn't know where she was was, she simply walked unerringly to the lake. The water was still warm, at least compared to the cool, early morning air, and it felt wonderful as she plunged into it. Her skin was covered with what looked for all the world like dried glue, and something similar seemed to be throughout her thick, black hair. She thought she'd have a difficult time washing it out, but as she began to run her fingers through her hair, she found that the substance easily dissolved and washed away. In just a few minutes she was clean. She walked out of the water and headed back towards th camp site. Very soon she saw the tree with the rope swing tied to it. She walked over to and laid her hand upon its bark. "Good morning," she said. She did not expect an answer, but it felt right to acknowledge it. She returned to the path and continued walking. She knew it would take twenty minutes to get back to her friends. ===== Elsa was resting against one of the guys, watching a last couple finishing their coupling. Everyone was pretty much exhausted from a short, but intense 30-minute sexual assault on one another. The couple, finally sated, relaxed, the guy rolling off to one side. As he did, the path behind him came into Elsa's view, and there she saw Jenna walking briskly towards them. A triple shock had Elsa bolting upright. First, there was her dowdy, shy friend, the girl who wouldn't expose more than feet, hands, and head even in the privacy of her dorm room with only her female friend present. Yet there she was, naked as the day she was born, boldly walking into a group of likewise naked people, and doing so with a confidence and self-assuredness that Elsa had rarely seen. She exuded a raw sexual ripeness somehow overlayed with silken sensuality. Second, guilt slammed into her as she realized that, until this moment, she hadn't even noticed her friend, the girl who was here only through her trust in Elsa, had been missing! Anything could have happened to her, and Elsa didn't even know she was gone. Last, there was... something. Jenna was different. Not her confidence, which Elsa recognized. No, something about how she looked. She looked normal. Other than being naked, she looked just like Elsa remembered. Except not. Elsa was intensely frustrated as some part of her brain registered a change that her cognitive ability simply couldn't identify. It was a puzzle that Elsa would worry at for many months to come. Others began noticing Jenna's approach, especially the men. Without exception, as each man saw her, tired as they were, they all immediately began growing hard. Though many tried to hide it, Elsa could see the women too were responding to the mere sight of Jenna. She was the embodiment of paradox at this moment. She was like a goddess; beautiful, sexy, sensual beyond the ability to resist. Yet also approachable; attainable. Seeing all the sexual responses, Jenna walked straight up to Elsa and the man beside her. She kissed Elsa passionately, leaving her breathless, then pushed her and the guy down to the ground on their backs. Carefully she pulled one of Elsa's legs across the upper chest of the guy, then sat, impaling herself on his cock, and leaned forward to bury her face between Elsa's wet, cum-filled pussy. Soon, the threesome were surrounded. One guy wasted no time spitting on his cock, then on his fingers which he quickly wormed into Jenna's virgin ass, then carefully began working his cock into her. Jenna had no real interest in being fucked analy, but neither did she have any objection, and as he slid into her, she did like the sudden increase in the sensation of fullness, and the feel of the two cocks fighting for room deep inside her. She decided double penetration was a good thing. Finding no further access possible to Jenna, the remaining campers turned once again to each other, and soon a second orgy, this time centered around Jenna, was underway. Jenna found herself climbing towards climax, and began moaning into Elsa's folds. The extra vibration pushed Elsa over the edge, and she started cumming loudly, grinding her sex against Jenna's mouth. With the site and sound of Elsa cumming loud and hard right next to him, and the stunning Jenna begining to cum on his cock, the next of the foursome lost control too, and he began squirting into Jenna's heated tunnel harder than he could ever remember. For the first time in her life, Jenna felt a man exploding inside her. The sudden extra wetness and slickness, the feel of it striking her deep, inner wall, the very idea that she was being filled with cum, was a powerful combination, and with a tremendous squeezing of her muscles, she reached full climax, cumming hard and loud. Then the fourth domino fell in turn as the sight of two gorgeous woman coming loudly, and the sensations of the heat and contractions on his cock, was more than enough to send the guy buried in Jenna's ass over the edge. For many seconds, all four voices combined in a sexual song of ecstasy. As the guy in her ass slipped free and moved away, another guy who had been waiting his chance approached her, tugged gently, suggestively, on her shoulders; asking rather than forcing her to roll onto her back. Jenna obliged, and he quickly mounted her and immediately began fucking her hard and fast. Jenna discovered she could ripple the muscles of her tunnel, and noted it had an amazing affect on the guy. She kept "discovering" things like this, and even as the thoughts formed, they took on the feeling of memories. It was strange, but she was liking it. The man on top of her was clearly getting close. Jenna raised up and caressed his upper legs and thrusting hips with her soft inner thighs. It drove the guy quickly to climax, and he added his sexual cocktail to the juices flooding Jenna's sex. As he finished, Jenna noticed a hard cock belonging to a guy laying close to her, and as soon as her present lover lifted off her, she rolled to her side, raised up on one elbow, and began devouring the long, thin organ. Moments later, someone lifted her leg, straddled her bottom leg, and stuffed himself to the hilt in her sopping wet hole. He leaned backwards to gain the fullest entry possible, and feeling himslef completely engulfed by her molten tunnel, he began grinding hard against her. The upper tendon joining his groin and thigh was pressed against Jenna's clit, and as he ground into her, that rock hard but smooth, and now slippery surface, began rubbing her in a way that instantly had her gasping and moaning around the cock she was greedily swallowing. What she lacked in expertise she more than made up for with enthusiasm, and quickly Jenna felt his hot, thick cum hit her throat. As she pulled back from the cock, the next shot filled her mouth, and she kept his head at that spot to feel his cum swirl in her mouth where she could taste it, feel it with her tongue. When his last shudder died away, Jenna swallowed the slightly salty mix, then washed him clean with her tongue before letting him plop from her mouth. Though she had enjoyed doing it, she was glad now to be able to concentrate on the sensations building between her legs. He was now fucking her hard, but each time he slammed home, he still rubbed her clit. She was starting to build again, and twisted her upper body to more fully face him and watch his face as his own sensations played out in his expressions of pleasure. He was alternately drawing on the look of lustful hunger in Jenna's eyes, loving the sight of her big tits jouncing each time he slammed into her, or leaning back and raising her leg high so he could feast on the sight of his own cock being repeatedly swallowed by her gorgeous, tight, hot pussy. Jenna watched his eyes darting from one stimulating sight to the next till she closed her own eyes as her next climax began to break over and through her. The boost to the man's ego, watcing this gorgeous woman cum hard from his cock, lifted him the last bit too, and he joined her in his own release, throwing his head back and growling out his satisfaction. Many moments later, Jenna opened her eyes to see that everyone was once again sated and lay relaxed on the leafy ground. One of the girls suggested cleaning up in the lake, and everyone agreed, standing and languidly stretching before lazily making their way to the water; relatively cool now that the day was warmer. The activity seemed to wash the last cobwebs from their minds even as the stickiness of sex floated away. A few seemed to be wondering how they could have taken part in an orgy, but none seemed embarrassed about it. Still, as they left the water, they all made beelines for the piles of clothes scattered all around the camp area, and there was some nervous giggling as bathing suits and other items were sorted out amongst the group. Jenna Ch. 01 Suddenly, a tall blond with perky tits gasped. Everyone turned to her to see her standing with both hands covering her mouth, and looking pale as her gaze darted around the bank of the lake close by. Several other girls approached her asking what was wrong, but she could only shake her head and point at the bank. The others kept darting looks at the lake, til one of the guys muttered, "Oh fuck. Fucking shit!" He too paled as everyone clamoured for an explanation. Finally, after looking around at the faces of everyone, he said, "The fucking tree's gone!". As one, the group looked towards the lake, at first confused about what he meant, then in rapid succession it hit them; the tree they had been swinging from last evening was missing. The ground was undisturbed as if it had never been there. Only Jenna was not panicked, though she decided not to tell anyone where it had moved to, let alone how she believed that had happened. Without a word, everyone galvanized into action, and in record time everything was collected, and they started back for their vehicles in a tight group. Reaching the cars and trucks, the gear was unceremoniously dumped into the back of one of the trucks, then they all just stood around, a feeling of shock permeating the small group. Then the story teller from the night before said, "Shit Greg, what the fuck did you put in the marinade?" The joke broke the tension, and everyone laughed hard, letting much of their tension ease out of their minds. Another said he was hungry, and received a unanimous vote to find a diner ASAP. With that, they quickly organized themselves into vehicles and headed back for the highway. It did not take them long to find one, and in short order they had occupied a grouped of picnic tables and were chatting and joking about things unrelated to the last 24 hours. Finally though, one of the guys looked at Jenna and commented on how she had changed, and the words were supported by a chorus of affirmations claiming it was a very good change. One of her lovers went so far as to thank her for the best lay he'd ever had. Several more jumped in with similar statements, and Jenna returned the compliments saying she had thoroughly enjoyed herself too, but not to expect a repeat any time soon. That brought an enthusiastic round of agreement from the women. To which the guys voiced how wounded they were by the cold rejection. One girl poked a guy in the ribs saying maybe HE could come to her room tonight, if he wanted. That launched a minute of raucous teasing. They were young and resilient. Something very strange had happened to them, and it would be with them for the rest of their lives as a shadowy mystery, a pleasant experience tinged with a thrill of fear at the unexplainable. Yet they adapted. In the months to come, they would acknowledge a certain bond amongst the twenty, and several long term relationships came from it, but everything was soon more or less back to normal. Only Elsa had some suspicions, perhaps fed by subtle differences she saw in Jenna. Not the obvious behaviourial shift, though she was extremely happy about that. No, there were things that niggled at the back of her mind but could not seem to be brought into clarity. Well, except that at times, when Elsa looked at Jenna from the side, and the light was just right, she could swear she sometimes caught a shimmer of iridescent green flash over Jenna's eyes. ===== [Three months later. Sound of an old radio being dialed, searching for a channel] In other news, farmers .....................near Lake ........................county, are reporting record crops this year. One farmer ................ in more than twenty years. He went on to say that his corn was the sweetest he had ever tasted it, and everyone else was saying much the same. Spirits were high in the region as the boost to local prosperity came at a critical time, saving many farmers from foreclosure as...................[hiss pop CLICK] Jenna Ch. 01 Readers be patient, this will be a story of non-consent, as the main character and her maid are taken by plundering mercenaries in Part II ***** Jenna was a twenty eight year old woman who lived on her family's prosperous farm in Poland in the early 1700s. Ten years ago she had wedded Josef, a childhood friend from a neighboring village. His family too was well off and there was much of their mating that had been arranged, but they did like each other. Prior to her wedding night her mother, mother and various aunts and older cousins had instructed her in the proper behavior for her first time, and anytime, in bed with her husband. She was to have no light in the bedroom, and prior to his entry she was to don her white night gown, lacing it up to her neck. She was to be under the covers and simply allow him to do what he would, and to make no animal noises like some city harlot. But Jenna had spied upon Josef, and other boys at the swimming hole, and she had other feelings about this matter. Having drank more mead and vodka during the wedding party then all the other times in her life she had felt a warm glow over her body, and before she had laid under the covers as instructed she had left the oil lamp burning. When Josef had entered, wearing a knee length night shirt she had slowly threw back the covers. She had then stood a few feet in front of him and then began to unlace her gown. She spread it open as she did so, revealing an ample cleavage and in the soft light of the lamp a view of her breasts. She has felt her breath quicken and she had become nervous but she had continued, perhaps due to the drink. So next she shrugged off her garment and let it drop to the floor. Her long blonde hair, which she had unbounded when she had changed, she shook loose. It cascaded over her body. Josef had gasped. Jenna at the age had been truly a beautiful young woman. She had long golden blonde hair, light brows and long lashes. Her eyes were bright blue and her teeth were star bright. Her body was magnificent. Her skin was milk white except for her lower arms, face and hands that had been exposed to the weather. Cinnamon colored freckles dotted her breasts. Her breasts were incredible, full and ripe, they had stood straight out, and at that moment had been heaving from her excited breath. These tits were crowned by petite pink areolas' and nipples that stood erect in her passion. Her arms and legs were strong and thick, but well proportioned. Her bush was small and just a shade darker then her hair. Josef had stood there mesmerized, so she then had stepped up to him, and had on an impulse sunk to her knees to reach the hem of his night shirt. She trembled as she then had lifted it up. She stood so she could raise it over his head, averting her eyes from his manhood. He finally had become active and had helped pull the garment over his head. Then she had stepped back and looked fully at his now engorged cock. Her closet girlfriend, Sophia, had discussed the size of this feature, so Jenna had some background in the subject. So then she had known that her spouse was well fitted. His cock's length was equal to the span of his large foot, and was thick. Now sweat had begun to run down her cleavage and her back. She felt wetness between her thighs. Again, acting out on a whim, or an urge, she had reached down and had then had taken into her one hand his cock. Then with her other hand she had cupped his balls. A moan then had escaped his mouth, and Jenna ran her tongue across her dry lips. Her heart had felt like it would pound out of her chest. She gently ran her hand up and down on his cock. After a moment he carefully lifted her onto their bed. Then he covered her and set his mouth on her tits. First one, then the other, trying to take in their entirety. His hands had roamed over her body. From the fireplace the clock, a family heirloom had struck the hour, and then it had struck the quarter hour. As he had continued his caresses she had wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tightly to her. Her chest had heaved in and out, making her ribs show through her skin. Jenna now had her head tilted back on her pillow, eyes shut, and her lips parted. Sweat from her backside soaked the bed cover. More ran down her forehead, and her beautiful hair was soon stuck to her head. Sweat from her chest flowed thru her cleavage and pooled on her flat belly. Her breath now was is ragged gasps. She began to squirm under Josef. Tremors ran through her body. She had spread her legs under him and spoke in a fierce whisper. "Josef, Josef, please..." "Please what my dear?" Her passion and vulnerability that night had excited him. "You know, oh, God, please, please fuck me." Using a word that all knew but was seldom heard by her folk. He poised himself to enter her. When his cockhead touched her cunt lips she shuddered. "That's it, that's it! Oh God, now Josef!" She then had reached with her hand and guided his cock head past her folds, then further. Supporting himself with his arms extended, hands on the bed, he had pushed into her. She reached with both hands and grabbed the head board of their bed. She pushed her hips up to meet him! Through clenched lips she instructed him. "Fuck me, now, now, please." She opened her eyes and held his, for now she was to lose her virginity. He moved into her tight wet cunt, coming to her barrier. Then he had thrust forward. She had grimaced in pain, and then relaxed. "Oh yes darling, go on, it will not hurt me." It would not have mattered if she spoken those words. He could no longer have held back. He had then thrust he cock into her, needing to use his hips to get into her so tight cunt. He didn't stop until he was completely in her. She had arched her back and let out breath. If she had wanted him to be slow it was too late. Now he pumped on her, stretching her out with every penetration. She turned her head to the side and groaned, then cried out. She had lied. His fucking did hurt her! Then as she her cunt accommodated his cock she began to enjoy her first fucking. She turned her head back to face him, and then wrapped her legs around his hips. After awhile she reached with her hands and grabbed her ankles to squeeze that much tighter. The clock then had struck the half hour. When she had felt his cock head swell in her she had clutched his dick with her cunt. As he had shot his cum into her she had shuddered with each load. Once, twice, three times. Twice more they had fucked that night, doing nothing more than dozing in each other arms in between. When Jenna had felt he cock begin to rise she reached with hands and stroked it back into stiffness. The oil lamp had guttered out between the second and third couplings and it was an hour before dawn when they fell asleep. The bedding was by then soaked with her sweat and her blood; he had topped her all three fucks. The next night was the same. She again had disrobed for him; she needed to wear her night gown so as to go to the privy otherwise she would have had waited naked. But as she had watched Josef watch her she realized that this act excited him. Then she removed his night shirt. On the third night as she knelt to raise his garment up, instead of grabbing the hem she lifted it enough to uncover his cock. Then, again on an impulse, she had taken it into her hand and then set her lips over its tip. Inexperienced and unschooled in such an act had not prevented her from taking most of his length into her mouth, and from using her tongue on it as she did so. His arousal had led him to lift her up and not gently put her on their bed. As before he devoted himself to her beautiful breasts, but this time he bite and chewed on her nipples and the soft/ firm flesh of her tits. He had not been so rough that he elicited anything more than soft yelps and cries from his wife. When he had entered her it was in one forceful thrust that had Jenna arch her back and lift her hips of the bed. Looking down at her Josef had seen that her eyes were open but glazed. A film of sweat covered her entire body. More ran down off her forehead. Later that night she had aroused him again with her lips; she needed to stand next to their bed as it was so narrow. Once his was stiff she climbed back in and before he could move over so that she would be under him she straddled his hips. Fixing her eyes on his she had reached with one hand and held his stiff cock and then had lowered herself onto it. As it entered her cunt her eyes shut and her tongue ran across her dry lips. She had rocked back and forth until she had his entire member in her cunt. Then she took her hands and placed them on her tits. She rubbed her nipples to a stiffness that she not experienced in all of their past fucking. Josef then had had grabbed her hips in his strong hands and ground her down against him, moving in a circular motion. Jenna had then leaned back, her hands still self stimulating her tits. When back had been arched so that it her hair fell down and her had could almost had reached her ankles the added friction from this position was almost overwhelming. "Oh, Josef, yes, oh my love, fuck, oh Mother in Heaven." Josef had smiled at her language, mixing the crudest word among their folk with a reference to Mary. He had looked at her face in the lamp light. Her eyes had been squeezed shut while her mouth was wide open as she tried to draw in enough air. While her hands had been on her tits he had seen that her chest was heaving in and out. After a moment he had spoke in a whisper. "Should not it be you Jenna fucking me? Are you not the wife?" She had had froze with his words. She had opened her eyes and then had spoken in a quiet, urgent voice. "Yes, yes my darling." She then had dropped her hands off her chest and lowered herself over him, using her arms to support herself. She then had begun to move up and down on his cock. Her breasts hung over Josef and he took one in into his hand. They were slick with her sweat. After she had gone on for awhile he had spoken again. His voice was almost angry. "You call this fucking Jenna?!" "What?" "Are you a dead fish like the men in the village speak off?" "NO! NO Josef!" Worried that his words had hurt her he spoke reassuringly. "No my dear, you are wonderful!" They smiled at each other. Then she had raised and lowered herself in rapid forceful motions. Josef looked down between them and had watched his cock enter and leave his mate's cunt. Now sweat rolled off her. He took her breasts and mashed them together with such roughness that she had yelped in pain and then Josef had become gentle in his handling of her beautiful tits. Jenna had continued to rise and fall on her husband's cock. Her cunt was so slick that his member glided in and out of her. Soon both of their patches had become soaked and matted. When she had felt his head had begun to swell in anticipation of his ejection she had clenched her cunt against his cock, as if she had been milking a beast. When he had subsided she had lifted up and off him. She felt his cum licking down out of her and onto her thighs. She lay next to him and fell asleep. Later that night he had awaken her. He had turned her over on her back and then had swung her so that she was her chest was on the bed, her hips had been leaning on the edge, and her feet on the floor. Fully awake she had asked him. "Josef, what is this?" He had simply hushed her. He spread her legs apart and then slowly pushed into her. His strokes at first had been deep; shudders had run through her body when his cockhead came against her the back of her cunt. Even when she had mounted him he had not been so deep! So her breath had quickened, her chest rising and falling as she was pressed against the bedding, her beautiful tits pushed out. Her head had been turned to one side, her mouth agape. Her long golden hair had lain on her back and spread across the bedcover. Looking down at her in the lamplight, having her body had begun to be covered when a sheen of sweat Josef had found her so arousing he struggled to control himself. Being fucked in this position had aroused Jenna incredibly. She had begun to move her hips to match Josef's slow loving thrusts. Instinctively she had raised herself up with her arms. This adjustment to their position had increased her stimulation! Her hair had then fallen to the bed, and her tits hung down, swaying with each the movement of her hips. At the center of her pleasure she felt a burning, a tingling, coming from when he entered her. "Oh, God, Josef, I, I do not know..." "What Jenna? What do you not know?" He had spoken quietly, truly baffled. "I, I do not know what, what..." She gasped for breath. Before she had finished Josef had reached with his hands and hand cupped her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, which he then had gently rubbed. It was if Jenna had been struck be lightening. She then reared up on one hand. With the other she had reached and covered one of his. "OH! Mother of God! OH!" That her cries reached the bed of his parents, for they had lived with them, had Josef hushing her again. "Oh, I am sorry! Oh, but Mother, fuck me Josef! I do not know what you are doing! Please! Faster!" Her husband then had responded. He had released her breasts and she collapsed onto the bed. He then had grabbed her hips and had started to stroke quickly but still deep. With each rapid thrust an animal like grunt had come from his beautiful wife. He balls had slapped against her ass and thighs. Soon she pushed back with her hips each time he had driven his cock into her. After awhile she had had sweat rolling down her spine. Underneath her chest the cover had become soaked. And then her grunts had changed to words. "Oh, Josef, Oh Mother Mary, I do not know...oh, oh, in the Mother's Name fuck me, fuck me, harder Josef, the Christ, push it into me, Oh, Oh, Mary Mother fuck me Josef!" She had begun to have spasms run through her body. She had used her cunt muscles to grip his cock. Her breath had escaped from her pursed lips like steam from a kettle. She had felt that the bed was falling out from beneath her, that the room was spinning. Then suddenly she had raised herself back up on her arms arched her back and cried out. "OH! GOD FUCK!" He had reached with a hand to muffle her. He had felt her body quiver and shake. And then he had cum, his cockhead swelling in one long ejection that had gone on forever until he shuddered and had fallen down on top of Jenna. His cum had oozed out from around his shrinking dick and onto her thighs, white on white. Later that night when they had laid side by side she remembered her Sophia had spoken of when a woman might "feel the earth move." After that their sex lives had changed. All the time she had found actual pleasure. For she had had been able to have him be not so rough. And taken from behind she had had "felt the earth move" as her friend had had called it. And after that night they had both looked for chances sex outside the bedroom. They had met in the barn. There sometimes she had without saying a word had pulled off her small clothes from under her skirt. Then she had placed herself against the rough timbered walls or had her go on all fours on the straw and dung of the floor. She had had only objected when he had pressed his dick to her asshole. For she had truly thought that such an act was a sin, and it also would be too painful Other times he had her go to the granary and then had sat on a chest and motioned her over and had her lower his pants and taken his cock into her mouth. The first time she had sucked him she had removed his cock in time, and his cum had shot on her apron. But that was too hard of a stain to remove, and her mother had asked her about it, so the following times she took his load into her mouth, and then had spit it out on the floor. She had first worried that losing his seed was also a sin, since they were meant by God to have children. But when less than two months had passed since their wedding and she had become certain she had been carrying his child she no longer was concerned. And in their bedroom he had taken his tongue and lips to Jenna's cunt. He had done so the first time after he had feasted on her tits. Instead of entering her he had moved down her body. He had placed her thighs over his shoulders. Jenna had held herself in suspense, and when he aroused her she acted in a manner that excited and shocked Josef. "Oh, yes, yes, oh, I love you, I love you Oh, Josef, yes my cunt Mother of Christ, my fucking cunt!" he could not believe she had spoken thus," my cunt, my fucking cunt, oh Josef, yes, I love you." Her words had so shocked Josef that he pulled away, but Jenna had grabbed his head in her hands and forced his mouth back against her cunt. As he returned to tonguing her she pressed her muscled thighs against his face. Then she continued to urge him in the coarsest of language. When he had entered her she had twisted under him like a weasel, a string of filth flowing from her lips, her face contorted in passion and pain. So Jenna then was a most happy of women. She had loved the pleasure she received, and the pleasure she had given him. And a thought that she keep in the back of her mind was that while Josef by all accounts as happy with life, especially after she had told him about her condition, and he could not hide his pleasure in the couplings, she knew that such acts would help keep any man from straying. For while it was difficult for an affair or tryst to take place in their small world, it was not impossible. There were women who enjoy coupling with such a man. And many times in the year he would be gone to the larger villages, hauling grain and other products. And then there were the times he went off with the militia and all the tales that she had heard of the camp followers. And it was the militia that took Josef away. Three months after their wedding, and a two months after she knew she had had become pregnant he had been called up. And a month after that she had received word from a neighbor that he had been killed in battle. And so ten years ago her life had changed. She had moved back with her father and mother. This evening, in the cool autumn air Jenna had just finished the milking and had cleaned the pails and put them away. Since she had moved back she gave birth to twin boys; Josef, named after his father, and Stephen, who was named after her father. He still was alive, but her mother had died two years ago. Her brother Tomaz also live here, and he and boys, who were very close, were away for a day or two, hauling grain to the market. Today as most days she wore a green skirt that fell to her ankles and a white blouse that laced up. Her breasts were larger then when she had wed, and her hips were wider. Both due to her bearing the twins. Her larger tits were not necessarily a detriment to her appeal. She wore her blouse tighter than most women would in her status, and laced it up so her breasts stood out. Her hair was still golden and thick, though she wore it scandalously short. Her teeth were star white and her face did not show one wrinkle. Her neck was fitted perfectly to her body. Under her blouse she had a band of cloth wrapped around her breasts supposedly o as to keep them from bouncing immodestly, as they were heavy and ripe, but she wrapped it so to actually push her tits out. For she had a secret urge to be immodest. Since Josef had climbed onto his horse and rode off to war and death she had never felt the touch of a man. Sometimes her yearning for fierce coupling of her married days had her thinking of how that could be arranged. But then she would stop herself, knowing that it would either impossible or too risky. Jenna Ch. 01 On the farm were six hands; four men and two women. This evening Jenna was with her favorite, Karina. She was barely eighteen and both an orphan and a cousin, and in looks nearly a complete opposite to her lady. They were both tall, but Karina had slender hips and shoulders. She had a long graceful neck, and bright teeth, like Jenna, and a cheerful disposition, also like Jenna. Karina's almond shaped eyes were dark brown, with long dark lashes and thick but short black brows, like strokes from a piece of charcoal. Her breasts however were no bigger than large apples. These she displayed immodestly by wearing a tunic too tight for her. Instead of reprimanding her Jenna had encouraged it, enjoying for some reason the way her brother reacted to this globes bouncing under the material, or when her nipples would react to the cold and try to poke through! Along with her tunic she wore black trousers. Unusual for a woman, but not unheard of at her age. As they were about to the back door of the farmhouse both heard a commotion coming from the road that ran in front of the farm. First it was the cur hounds barking. Then what? Horses? Men? Jenna began to run to the front, going thru a gangway formed by the house and the granary. As they raced towards the sound Jenna heard now the wolfhound, Sig. His was not a bark but a threatening growl. Right before she reached the front she then heard a loud bang. A gunshot!! She turned the corner to see Sig lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Half his head was gone! Her uncle had given her boys that animal, and it had always been trustworthy and loyal, to the end. Jenna then looked up and saw a man on horseback, a pistol with smoke still curling from its barrel in one hand. Then her vision expanded and she took in everything! Another man on horseback was next to the first. The one that had killed Sig had by now dismounted. Coming up the road was a dozen men or more, all carrying muskets! All of them wore blue jackets and pants and black shoes. Soldiers! Swedes! Behind them were two, no three wagons pulled by oxen. The two riders were dressed somewhat differently. The shooter had blue pants but a red jacket. The other one had black pants with a red stripe and a yellow and green waistcoat. As she stood there Jenna felt Karina come up behind her. And they had different appearances. The shooter had a light brown beard, neatly trimmed, and similar shaded hair coming out from a cap that he wore. His companion had a thick raven wing black mustache and beard, trimmed as well. His head was covered by iron cap with gold trim. Both had a belt that held three or four pistols. From shoulder strap they had swords in scabbards. Just then Jenna's father came out of the farmhouse! He was carrying an old matchlock firearm! Jenna's covered her mouth in horror! "No, father! No!" Then shooter, red jacket, seemed unperturbed. He walked up to Stephen calmly as the old man fumbled with the firearm, and then in one vicious blow struck him on the side of his head with his empty pistol. The old man crumpled to the ground. Red Jacket then took the matchlock and appeared to be about ready to beat Stephan with it when Jenna came running up to him. Karina held back, a sense of overwhelming dread seizing her. Jenna fell to her knees in an effort to shield her father. "Please, please, I'll do anything..." On Red Jacket's face came a look as if he had just noticed the woman. Then he looked up and saw Karina, whom his companion was approaching. Red Jacket paused, and then called out to his soldiers in a different tongue then Polish. Quickly two came up and pulled Stephen under a large tree that had sat front of the house for one hundred years. They propped him up in a sitting position and the old man appeared to be alive. Another soldier came and took the reins of the two horses and led them off. Others became busy with the wagons. Red Jacket grabbed Jenna by her arm and pushed her through the door and came in behind her. Black Pants was pushing Karina ahead of himself and the two followed suit. The house was dark now with the coming night. In good, but accented, Polish, Red Jacket spoke to the woman. Jenna Ch. 02 Derek rose to his feet and tried to overtake Dr. Greyson. He threw him against the wall, upsetting a table of tools, and put his forearm across his windpipe. He felt the cold metal of the gun at his neck, but didn't relax. "Do it." Derek pushed harder, causing Dr. Greyson to gasp a little. He let out a choked laugh, and cocked the gun. He smiled. "And what exactly do you think I would do to Ms. Fuller here after you and I were complete? Do you really think I'd just walk away from her...tied and wet?" Derek sagged, letting his arm fall. "Yes, that's a good man, Dr. Watts. You might have potential yet. Now, where were we?" He resumed his seat on the little roll-away stool, and motioned for Derek to sit. Jenna was frozen in fear. She now understood this wasn't just a fantasy for Dr. Watts. He had been trying to protect her. He had been forced just as much as she had. She felt the lights turn on again, and turned her head in shame, knowing she must look like a harlot, still pink with pleasure, her pussy moist and aching. "Oh no, my lovely. Don't turn away. You are beautiful, so beautiful. It's why I chose you. You would never choose me willingly because you are vain and vapid." Dr. Greyson smiled. "But before this day is through, you will beg me to take you." "I will NEVER do that. You are insane!" Jenna was so angry, angry at herself, angry at her friend, even angry at Dr. Watts. "Oh really? You really should do what I want, my dear. It is you who are trussed up like a turkey, horny and vulnerable. For example, perhaps we should give her this tranquilizer, just to make sure she's...a little more willing." He picked up a vial off the counter and moved towards her. Derek caught his arm, and motioned to her. "Wouldn't it be more fun if she's awake? I want her to moan for me and grind against my body." Dr. Greyson laughed his approval, and Derek almost vomited, but whatever he had to do...he would not let Dr. Greyson touch Jenna. Dr. Greyson motioned to the counter where tools, bottles, and various supplies were laid out. "Choose one and insert it. Make her cum again, so she's more...relaxed." Jenna felt sick. Just when she had thought she had a savior, she realized they were in this together. It was just a game to them. She saw Dr. Watts reach for a smallish cylinder, and heard Dr. Greyson tisk in disapproval. Dr. Watts reached past that and grabbed a small bottle. He turned towards her, and their eyes met. She saw the hesitation, the disgust, and the anger. It was either towards her, or towards Dr. Greyson. She tried wriggling, but knew it was futile. Even just one of these restraints would've kept her in place, and she had five. She was determined not to be broken. She would think, figure out an escape. Then she felt Dr. Watts' fingers press into her. Derek had lubed up the small bottle as much as he could. He tried to stroke her pussy just enough that she wouldn't bruise or tear when he inserted it. When he felt her open for him, he began pushing in the bottle, stroking her clit to keep her pleasured. He heard her moan, felt her legs shake, but knew it was in pleasure not in pain. He tried to make it quick, tried to stroke her clit with two fingers, in circles...but he felt her body resisting. He knew it was her way of fighting, and felt a wave of admiration. He also knew it was pointless. It would just stretch this out. He reached forward and pressed his mouth against her clit, sucking in gently. Jenna let out a silent scream, and felt her body go rigid. She felt his mouth on her clit. She was trying so desperately not to give in, but she felt his tongue probe her, felt it vibrate against her clit. When she felt the bottle start to move inside her, it was too much. She felt hands on her gown, pushing it apart. She strained her legs even farther apart, seeking release. Her nipples strained upward, and she cried when she felt the sharp tugs on both her nipples. She felt hands on her body, pulling her nipples to points, the mouth sucking on her clit, and the bottle rocking her body up and down. She couldn't hold on, and threw her head back as she let the orgasm take her. Derek slowly withdrew the bottle, trying not to stimulate or hurt her. He licked his lips and groaned. God, she tasted sweet. He saw Dr. Grayson standing next to her. Her eyes were closed and she looked like an angel. A very, very sated angel. He couldn't resist one last lick, and her eyes flew open to his laughing ones. He caught that glimmer of humor, and then saw her notice Dr. Grayson standing close to her face. He stood up, flinging the stool back. "Get away from her." Dr. Grayson pulled the gun and pointed it at Jenna. "I want to cum. Make me cum in five minutes or I'll shoot you." Jenna glared at him defiantly. He seemed to recognize the fight in her, and raised the gun at Derek. "Make me cum in five minutes, or I'll shoot his arm off. He'll live, but not without difficulty." Jenna took all of 1 second to decide. As much as she hated to admit it, she felt some sort of pull to Dr. Watts. She would never allow him to be harmed for her sake. She saw Dr. Grayson unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down. His erection sprang free. It was of a decent size, long and thin. She felt the chair lower until it was at face level for her. She glanced at Derek, saw his heated gaze...the anger, the frustration. She wanted to sooth the worry lines on his forehead, to assure him she was okay. If this is what she had to do, she was a strong woman. She would survive. Derek saw Jenna steel herself. He was so proud of her, and so scared for her. And unfortunately, so freaking turned on by her. She was bared for all the world to see, and she was one of those women born to be naked. Her hair belonged to the wood nymphs of mythology, her face to an angel, and her body to a porn star. He knew without a doubt she was all real. His palms itched to be on her breasts, his head buried in her thighs. He saw her lips part and her tongue flick out to lick her lips. He couldn't breathe. Jenna almost laughed. She wanted him to know she was okay, that she understood. She tried a little tease, a lick of her lips, and saw the tent in his scrubs, and the clench of his fists. If only it were just the two of them. She felt Dr. Grayson's cock brush her wet lips, and tried to imagine him as a second Dr. Watts. Her tongue circled his head, licked the precum off. She felt him grow larger and knew she would have no problem getting him off in time. She sucked him on, rubbing her tongue against the length of him. She let him pull almost all the way out, and then sucked hard as he reentered. She felt him stiffen, and she started her arsenal of tricks. Derek groaned as he watched Jenna suck and lick Dr. Grayson's cock. He could almost feel her lips on his, doing the same teasing dance on his aching member. He heard Dr. Grayson shudder and felt jealousy, anger, and sexual frustration. He sent a mental message to Jenna to hurry, please hurry. He needed to touch her. Jenna took a long, suctioned pull and felt the cum hit the back of her throat. Definitely not five minutes, she thought to herself. She opened her eyes and sought out Dr. Watts. He looked in physical pain. She wanted to feel bad, but all she felt was satisfaction. She knew what it felt like to try and hold in an orgasm at his hands. Now he knew the same. Dr. Grayson placed cold hands on her nipples, and she fought to arch up into them. He may be disgusting, but right now her body was strung tight. She had a feeling if she even let her think about Dr. Watts right now, she would cum. Derek stood, hoping Dr. Grayson would give him a command. He didn't have to wait long. He motioned for Derek to undo his scrubs and join him. Dr. Grayson laughed at the obvious erection, but the chuckle died in his throat when Derek yanked down the scrubs. He might have length, but Derek was just as long and about three times the girth. He made an angry motion and moved out of Derek's way. Jenna had her eyes open, and Derek tried to send her a mental apology, some silent strength. When Jenna felt his cock on her mouth, she inhaled in pleasure. He smelled of cologne and man, and tasted like vanilla and anger. She eagerly drew him into her mouth, not even trying to hide the moan. He took a step forward, and she felt him at the back of her throat. She moaned again. When she moaned, he almost collapsed. That little vibration at the back of her throat almost did him in. He couldn't stop himself from grabbing her hair and tugging her closer. She felt so warm and wet and he threw his head back in pleasure. He felt her tongue caress his length, sucking on just the head and then taking the rest of him...each time nearly pulling him out of his skin. He prayed for patience, for release, for stamina, for gratification. He wanted the end, never wanted it to stop. Jenna put everything she had into that moment. If she could just make him feel enough pleasure, they could forget the situation they were in. She licked his velvety tip, and prepared to stroke him again. Her lips had just closed around him when she felt a vibration at her pussy. She let out a muffled scream and tried to jerk her body. Dr. Watts didn't open his eyes, just reached for her breasts, thinking she wanted release. She felt his warm hands circle her nipples, pinching hard. She loved her nipples to be roughed up. She tried arching, pulling, stretching...anything to get away from the vibrator that was directly on her clit. Every time she moved, it came with her, and Derek pulled harder on her nipples. It was torture. When Derek leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting down, she felt the vibrator go up a speed and lost her mind. Derek felt her bound hand clench the side of his thigh, and her mouth squeezed his cock. He felt shudders rack her body and let himself feel release, knowing she was pleasured. His mind went blank with the satisfaction, releasing a huge load into her waiting mouth. He felt her tongue clean him gently, and sighed. Moments later, he opened his eyes and looked down on her. She was beyond beautiful. His heart hurt, knowing she had been used in this way. He heard a faint buzzing sound and tried to ignore it. When it because loud, he felt her body jerk and looked down to see Dr. Greyson rubbing a vibrator against her clit. Jenna squeezed her eyes shut, her body tired and stressed, trying to ignore the sensations. She heard a scuffle and opened her eyes to Dr. Watts holding the vibrator, stroking it back and forth on her. She felt liquid slide out of her, felt him catch it and watched him lick it off his fingertip. Oh god, was he hot! She flattened out her body, giving in to the temptation of carnal desires. Dr. Greyson took it as an invitation to take it to the next level. Jenna Ch. 02 "Get your lamps lighted, and your candles, will you please? All of them, I wish not to sit her in the half dark. And stoke your hearth." He spoke calmly and almost pleasantly. Something that made Karina more frightened. The women of course quickly complied. While they were caring out this task the two men doffed their armaments on top of a chest near the door. Pistols, knives and swords. Then from their boots another knife each and more pistols, though smaller and then those on their belts. Jenna overheard them speak to each other. The one that had struck her father was Karl, the other Peter. After unloading their weapons they had doffed their outerwear. Both were clad in white linen shirts. Carl inspected the home, looking into the two bedrooms that were opposite the kitchen. One held a large bed, intricately carved and covered with thick comforters. This was the bed Stephen had shared with Jenna's mother for over thirty years. The other bedroom was Jenna's. In the corner of the kitchen was a cot that Jenna's boys shared. In another nook was a bed for her bother Tomaz. A soldier came in carrying two satchels which Carl had him set on the table. "Oh, and heat water for us to wash." Again spoken so quietly and pleasant. Jenna had quietly instructed Karina to load wood onto the hearth fire while she went around and used a taper to light all the candles and lamps she had in the main room. Soon the home was well lighted, far more then on the longest winter night except for Christmas. In the center of the kitchen was a large, fine wooden table, with two high backed chairs at each end and benches along the sides. Jenna poured two basins full of hot water and the men washed their face, hands and, striping off their linen shirts, their chest and arms. They had Jenna give them towels, and when finished they put back on their undershirts and then sat down, turned the chairs out so that they could extend their legs then sat down. "Our boots, please." Again in a quiet voice. When that task was completed Jenna and Karina set the boots by the hearth then returned to the kitchen. "Good, now what do you have to drink here? Vodka, mead?" Fighting to control her voice Jenna answered. "Both, Sir." "Good, good, let us have vodka first. Is it good?" "Yes Sir, our, our family distills it here and sells it to the Prince." She cast her eyes down, fear trembling thru her body. "Good, then vodka it is!" He sounded cheerful. Jenna took two crocks down from a shelf and handed one to Karina. Then she placed a cup down in front of each man. She started to pour Carl his drink when he stopped her. "You are not in the proper dress, let us say," this line elicited a laugh from his companion, who so far has said nothing. "In the proper dress of a good Polish serving wench." Jenna froze. The man looked her over. "No, no your not. Take off the apron." His voice was quiet. With fumbling hands she untied the knot behind her back, then lifted the item over her neck and then folded it and placed it on a bench. "Good, and now the blouse." "Sir, Sir?" Tears welled in her eyes. Karl reached up as quickly as a cat, pulling Jenna to her knees in front of him. Then he took her face in one strong hand and looked at her. He waited a long moment then spoke again, in a quiet and smooth and most frightening voice. "What is your name?" "Jenna, Sir." "Jenna, I have fought in more wars and battles that I wish to remember, as did my father and grandfather, hiring out to whoever paid the highest. I, as they, do not risk my life for the gold I receive, or the estates that have been given me. I do this so that when I find a woman as beautiful as you I do what I please, how I please and as often as I please. Do you understand me?" Jenna nodded, her eyes dropping. He shoved her back onto her feet. She reached with trembling hands to the lacing of her blouse and undid it. Once undone she lifted it over her head and placed it with her apron. Now she stood there with her breast strap. She paused for a moment, but the look in his eyes had her reach up and unwind this garment. This she dropped to the floor. As the band came off her breasts fell loose. She posed an incredible sight. Her tits were full and while so large they folded over they did not droop. Her skin in the lamp light was creamy white, and her teeth were bright and perfect. Her belly was nearly flat, with just a fold of fat, and her navel was just right. She was enough to arouse both of these looters, even with all the women that had taken. "You are a fine woman, Jenna. Come here." She stepped up to him, having no desire to test him. When she was close she took her breasts in his large strong hands and began to squeeze them. He pushed them together and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her breath now was ragged, and as he molested her she shut her eyes. Tears ran down her checks. "Does you good husband pay enough attention to these fine tits of yours, Jenna?" "He, he is dead, Sir." Having said that she regretted it. "Ah, recently? It was not our men, I hope?" "He did die, fighting, fighting the Swedes, ten years ago. At the Oder, where you were defeated.'' "Will I do not care, for I'm not a Swede, but tell me, ten years without a man touching these?" He continued to fondle her flesh, making her body spasm and flinch. "Not a farm hand, or perhaps a brother?" With this Peter laughed. Carl then in a sudden move grabbed her and placed her on his lap, facing away from him. She could feel his hard dick. She squeezed her eyes shut as tears sprung from them. She shook with fear and revulsion. "You're not going to be a cold fish, are you Jenna?" he asked quietly. Jenna froze for a second, and then reached with both of her arms and placed then back around Carl's neck. She slowly moved her ass through her skirt and underclothes against his cock. In a soft voice she answered him. "No, no,..." she moaned as he felt up her tits, "fuck me, as you wish." "Open your eyes, good. Now take those fine Polish tits of yours and push them up." Placing her own hands on her breasts after a moment she did as she had been told. "Good, now suckle them!" "What?" "You heard me! Like you have a child do!" He grabbed a fist full of her hair. "Ow, yes, yes, please!" He released her and she bent her face down and lifting one breast took her own nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. The other man had taken Karina back into his lap and turned her towards Jenna. He ran his hands up under her smock while watching Jenna. Carl spent the wealth earned during the campaign seasons in exclusive brothels and ingraining himself with nobility. It was from the latter, specifically the Countess of Savoy that he had learned the debauchery he was inflicting on these farm women. He had Jenna go from one breast to another in this act. Both women were ordered to keep their eyes open, and Karl had Jenna take more and more of her own flesh into her mouth. Her body shuddering with sobs, she was required to lick her tits and cover them with her saliva. "Do you have children Jenna?" "They, they died, Sir." Why did she lie? After her globes shone in the lamp light from her own spit Carl reached with a hand and pulled her head up. His eyes, like those of a predator, fell on Karina. He nodded and Peter placed his hands on her tunic and in one swift motion tore it neatly down the middle, all the way to her navel. He then had her lift it over her head. She too was a beauty. Brown hair done up in braids, golden skin, almond shaped eyes and full lips. She was to the naked to the waist in front of the men and Jenna. Her pants hung low on her thin hips. Her almost childlike breasts were perfect, crowned with large areolas' and nipples as thick as a man's thumb. Peter had her shake her hair out of its braids. It cascaded over her shoulders and chest. If Jenna was a beautiful woman Karina was a nymph, a goddess. "Good." Said Carl, "now vodka." Jenna poured him a cup that he drained, then another, which he finished in similar fashion. Karina poured his partner his drink, but instead of having it he left it on the table. "Drink it." These were his first words. She reached for it with trembling hands and lifting it to her lips took a sip. "All of it." Karina stood there in a daze. Then her tormentor spoke to Jenna. "Help her." Not knowing what to do she went over to the younger woman. Jenna looked at the man. "Take her head and hold it back, Now! Go on, good, now take the cup and pour it down her throat! Go on!" As he started to get out of his chair Jenna finally did what she had told. She held the young woman's head back, and went to take the cup. Just then Karina stopped her. "Okay, Okay." The girl lifted the cup to her lips and slowly drained it. Afterwards she sputtered and gagged. He made her drink one more, then go back to serving. She wobbled on her feet as she did so. Then Carl had Jenna do the same. Then the two mercenaries began to drink. They drained the two crocks before they had Jenna and Karina served them food. Hams smoked to almost black, ropes of sausages, pickled beets with clotted milk. All washed down with honey mead from kegs and current wine from stone jugs. The two women, who had not eaten anything since early in the afternoon, dared not take anything. Finally they finished, eating more food then Jenna's family would have consumed in a number of days. While they laid out this feast Jenna looked at the window when she heard men's voices. She saw some of the soldiers carrying pine torches, and others who were lugging out the sacks of grain from the granary and loading into the carts. Others were busy carrying halves of swine from the smokehouse. Starvation! Over the years, centuries, folk would face death from famine, sometimes from drought, or flood, or pestilence, but most often as it would happen now, from a clash between kings and princes. She thanked Mary that the boys and Tomaz were gone and prayed that they did not return until these devils depart. Now Carl eyed the two women. They shirked at his gaze. Finally he spoke. Who wants to get fucked first?" Karina dropped her head, wringing her hands together. Sobs shook her body. Jenna also looked down, but then took a long breath and replied. "Please, Sir, ah, fuck me please." Carl looked at her. "Fuck what Jenna? Show me what you want me to fuck." Jenna stood there for a moment, and when she realized what he meant she was mortified. But knowing she had no good choices she complied. She pulled up her skirt, and then pulled off her small clothes, revealing a light bush of hair just darker than that on her head. "Fuck this Sir," her voice filled with tears. Carl grabbed her and sat her on his lap. He had her hitch up her skirt to her hips. "Go on you fucking slut, show me what it is you want me to fuck! Put your fingers in your fucking cunt!" Her body heaving from her cries Jenna reached down and tentatively placed her hands on her cunt. Carl set his hands on her breasts and started to fondle them, squeezing so tightly that she cried out. "Go on Jenna, put your fingers in," this in a whisper to her ear. In a moment she did so, gingerly placing one, then two, then three fingers into herself. As she did so one of the lamps guttered out, in the diminished light she presented an incredible tableau. Head tilted back,, her mouth open, her tongue running across her parted lips. A man's hands cupping her breasts; her skirt bundled up at her hips, and her fingers slowly penetrating her cunt. Her eyes were shut and tears rolled down her cheeks, her fair skin was coated with a luster of sweat, her chest heaving with her panicked breathing. Across from Carl and Jenna Peter had Karina extend her arms and lean against table. He yanked her pants down below her knees and spread her legs out. One of hands roamed over her ass cheeks while he placed the other between her legs in a knife like position and rubbed her crotch. The young woman shook in terror, her beautiful long brown hair falling down over her back and chest. Sweat trickled down her back and between her girlish breasts. Her chest heaved with her rapid breathing, her legs and arms trembling in fear. "Open your eyes and watch your matron," Peter commanded. Karina too frightened to do otherwise obeyed him and looked transfixed on Jenna. "Look how she fucks herself, pretty soon she will have more than her fingers in her cunt, do you not think so?" When she did not answer slapped her hard on her ass. "Come on tell me!" he laughed. Again in terror she knew nothing but to do as you are told. "Yes, yes, she, she will, have more..." she broke down in sobs that made her body shake. Just then there was a loud thump on the door. "Enter!" from Carl. Jenna flinched as a soldier entered, feeling humiliated by her degrading behavior. She tried to remove her fingers from her cunt but Carl stopped her. The man eyed her for a moment the reported. "The granary and cellar have been loaded onto the carts Sir. Along with the meat from the smokehouse, We also found a shed with drink. All that is left will be to move out the livestock come morning." "Excellent Sergeant. And what about the farm hands?" "There are four men and one girl." "Just one, well you and your men have faced greater odds!" he laughed, "take her out to the barn, and make sure the men have plenty to eat and drink." The man saluted and turned and went out the door. Jenna gasped. The girl would be Jutta. Just twenty, she had long thick red hair she would wear in twin braids or loose, and a fair face covered in freckles and fine teeth. Her eyes were green and sparkled and she was quick with both laughter and song, and always had a good word and grieved when one of the lambs or calves would die. She was a good worker, from a nearby family, and had broad shoulders, strong arms and thick legs. And a wide ass and huge tits covered like her face with freckles and capped with large areolas that were ringed with stitch-like beads the size of pebbles and nipples the size of a man's thumb. Her breasts swayed with every move she would make, barely contained in her smocks and tunics, and when she could she would expose them to the men, stripping to the waist in the field. Other times they would simply fall out of her clothing. Learning from Karina of Jutta's escapades this summer Jenna had followed the girl down to the swimming hole where Jutta would meet one, and sometimes two, boys her age. They stripped and swim, and on the bank she would let them fondle her breasts. Jenna told herself that she watched them to protect Jutta virtue, but the truth was she found viewing them arousing. When the village priest found out about Jutta's antics he banned her, so she walked six miles each way on Sunday to attend Mass at the Monastery. Jenna also knew her brother would get Jutta in the hayloft and do more to her then fondle her breasts, though he had yet to take her virginity. No Jenna thought that will be done tonight, by a dozen men Then Jenna was snapped out her thoughts when Carl spoke. "Why do you think this fine matron would offer herself Peter?" Peter instead of answering grabbed Karina and had her kneel in front of him. "Because this fine thing is a maiden." He held her face in one hand and forced her to look at him. She nodded. "Well good, now you can meet your groom!" He smiled and placed her hands on the lacing of his breeches. "Go on!" Fingers trembling Karina undid the laces. Then he had her pull down his pants and underclothes. These exposed his stiff cock. Jenna's stomach turned. While Josef had a good sized cock, and she had seen Tomaz's and the boys with Jutta, Peter's was incredible. It was like a wooden rod, reaching to his navel, and seemed almost as thick as Karina's arm. The young woman froze in front of it, tears streaming down her face. Jenna squirmed in Carl's strong grip. "Look at that Jenna," he whispered to her, "your maid is going to have quite the wedding night, is she not, and do not fear, Peter will grace you also." Peter paused then grabbed Karina by her hips and lifted her onto the table. She tried to break his grip, putting her feet on the table for leverage. She turned and twisted in his grip. She squirmed and bucked and cried out. "No, No, No! God please, have mercy!" Her body shook from her sobs. Carl pushed Jenna off his lap. "Go on, grab her by her shoulders." When she did not react he cuffed her on the side of her head. Naked except for her skirt hiked up to her hips she lurched, almost falling, but caught herself on the chair. She staggered over and made a feeble effort to get hold of Karina. Carl come up behind her and pinned her arms behind her back. "Go on, seize her or I'll snap your arms!" Not knowing what to do but obey Jenna took Karina by the shoulders and pulled her back against her breasts, the young woman's head against Jenna's shoulders Carl came from behind and grabbed Karina by her hair. Now Peter moved up against the table. Taking Karina's thighs in his strong hands he spread them wide, then wider then more, making her scream. Then moved his cock, now hung level with the floor and pushed it against her cunt lips. Her bush was golden brown and downy soft. "No, no, please, no..." Peter shoved his cock head right against her flesh. "Both of you, watch, or I will poke out your eyes!" Terrified the women looked as Peter pushed his cock forward while he pulled her hips toward him. He entered her until his head was buried, then stopped. The clock on the mantle struck the hour. "Oh, oh, God, please!" From Karina. She squirmed, twisting one way then the other as she tried to find as less agonizing position. Her face was a mask of pain. From Jenna's eyes tears flowed down her cheeks. Carl stood behind her. He pressed his cock against her ass, his fingers finding their way to her cunt. She flinched at the contact. Peter continued his assault on Karina, He forced his cock into her virgin cunt and withdrew it in excruciating slowness. The young girl struggled, crying out in pain. When he cock was completely in her he would grind his hips, pressing his fingers into her thighs. "No, please, oh God, please, stop, stop!" But off course he did not stop. Soon sweat rolled down the young woman's breasts, pooling on her flat tummy. Sweat puddled under her ass, they spread across the table. Her hair, pressed against Jenna's tits became matted as their sweat co-mingled. She pursed her lips as her lungs were like bellows with her strained and rapid breathing. Each rib stood out as she sucked air in. Muscles trembled and spasmed and cramped. She bucked her ass and twisted her hips to no avail. And she cried out. "Oh God, oh God, please! Stop him!! God, Mother, stop him! Help me!" After five or six cycles of extraordinarily slow penetrations and withdraws her words changed. "FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Carl laughed quietly. "She likes it Peter." The other man said nothing, concentrating on his violation of this woman. She was not the youngest he had defiled, but certainly the most beautiful. Releasing her thighs he moved his hands to her childlike breasts, now slick with sweat. Now she was fighting less, her muscles seizing under her brown skin. Slowly she was becoming exhausted. Her eyes were half closed and glazed. Her breathing now was ragged and she turned her head to the side and tried to spit, the effort getting no further than her chin. No long was she crying, though Jenna shook from her sobbing. In the relative quiet Jenna heard a woman's defiant yell coming from the barn; Jutta! She is fighting! Oh God! Shortly after the clock struck the half hour Karina slumped into Jenna's embrace. Carl glanced at his compatriot who nodded. With that Carl had Jenna lay Karina down on the table, and then he led the older woman to the chair. He grabbed a jug of raisin wine and pulled her hair back, forcing her mouth open. Tipping the jug back he poured a stream of the liquid down her throat, emptying most of its contents. Jenna gagged and spit, having been forced to drink almost a gallon of wine. Her stomach churned and her head spun, but even drunk her attention went to the table. Jenna Ch. 02 Peter had eased his cock back until it was almost out of Karina's cunt. She lay on her back, arms spread, head back. Her lips were parted, her body glistening with sweat. She felt relief for a moment the Peter hoisted her legs over his shoulders, taking her ass off the table top. "What, what..." She was cut short as he plunged his cock all the way against the back of her cunt. No longer slow penetrations, these were rapid and forceful. He gaze was down, watching his cock pump in and out. "Ah! Ah! Help, oh God..." Her body rocked against the table, her head banging against it with each stroke. He lifted her ass off the table for more leverage. She extended her arms to the edges to keep from slipping off. Each thrust of his huge cock was a slam again. Then he picked up Karina off the table. Holding her hips in his hands he raised and lowered her on his cock. She hung limp as a rag doll in his gripe. Suddenly he stopped, laid her back down on the table. He shook as he shot his cum into her virgin cunt. As she felt the hot semen she shuddered. Finally he withdrew his reduced cock, sat down and took a drink of wine. Karina lay on the table gasping for breath, sobbing. Then she raised herself on one arm and vomited on the table, then rolled back down. Carl pushed Jenna to her feet and led her to the cot, having a jug of wine in one hand. At the cot she lay down, skirt still at her hips. She turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut. Carl looked at her, then at a shelf above the cot. On it were two wooden horses, one with Stephen and one with Josef carved on them. He took these off the shelf and set the wine in their place. Then he tossed these items onto Jenna. "Lay like a fish Jenna and maybe I will wait for these dead boys to return. Then I will tie them up and have them watch my men fuck you two at a time." Jenna felt bile rise in her throat. She froze for a moment, and then prayed silently, "Mother forgive me, but I do this for my sons. And then she followed with this thought, "I will not ask forgiveness again for what I must do." Then Jenna turned her head and looked at Carl. She reached for the jug and took a drink to wash the bile from her mouth. Keeping her eyes on his she reached down and pulled off her skirt, lifting her ass off the cot to do so. She tossed it to the floor, and then still on the bed kneeled in front of her violator and, still holding his gaze, slowing began to untie his breeches. "No Sir, I will not lie like a dead fish under you." Her voice was husky. Carl smiled to himself and thought, it is always the children that gets to these Poles. One his drawstring was undone she pulled his pants down. He stepped out of them. His cock, stiff as an iron rod, was now even with her breasts. She rubbed these against his cock, and then pulled him down on top of her. As she did so she so Peter take a jug of wine and pour it over Karina, making the girl bolt up. "Come now, please, it has been so long..."this in a whisper. She pulled his mouth to hers and set her lips on his, probing him with her tongue. "Please, please, I, I have not had a man..." His hands now roamed over her now. She lay under him, hooking one leg over his ass, pushing his cock against her thigh. She moaned. She heard Karina speak. "Please, I, I must go to the privy." Peter had her go out the front door, naked. She heard the clock strike the hour. Jenna ran her hands up and down Carl's back. She bucked her hips under his body. Then she moved his head down to her breasts, and taking one into her hands presented it to his mouth. His suckled it, taking her nipple between his teeth and biting, hard. "Ow, oh, yes!" She cried out. "Oh it's been so long! Take it all in, oh Mary, yes!" She pulled his head down onto her tit, he bite her, causing her to flinch in pain, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh Mother of God, oh yes, oh please, fuck me!" He ignored her and spent more time on her breasts, going from one to the other. Soon they were covered with bite marks and bruises. She struggled to ignore the pain. Now sweat soaked the bedding under her. She heard the clock strike the half hour. Karina was back in the house. Peter held her on his lap and had her drink wine and watch Jenna and Carl. Finally Carl raised himself on his arms above Jenna. "Go on, put my cock in your cunt." The clock struck the quarter hour. Suppressing her revulsion Jenna reached down and placed his cock against her lips. Without waiting he shoved himself into her. She arched her back and cried out in pain. "OW! Oh yes, that is it! So long, so long, yes!" She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him close, closer. He pumped fiercely on her, slapping his balls each time he sunk his cock against the back of her cunt. He would motion his cock against her cunt walls, stretching them out with each penetration. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, the pain almost unbearable. Her tits swayed with the pounding he was giving her. She struggled to hold back her tears. "Oh fuck, yes, fuck me, oh God, it's been too long, my fucking cunt...Mother!" She yelled to keep from crying. Finally she felt his cock swell and she griped it with her cunt, milking his cum. In the back of her mind she heard the clock strike the hour. He finally rose off her. Just then she heard men cheering from the barn. Carl slapped her thighs, hard. "Get up, we will go see how the men are doing with your farm girl." Jenna Ch. 03 Jenna saw Dr. Greyson near with two gleaming metal pieces. She felt his hands lift her breasts, and gasped when there was a cold pinching. She felt pain, and then the pleasure. She heard some low noises, and the stool rolling away. The vibrator picked up another notch and someones fingers held her clit up so that there was no escape. She thrashed her head on the paper covering of the chair. When she felt a warm pushing at her vagina, she sighed in relief. She hoped it was Dr. Watts, but at this point, she was too turned on to care. Derek slid into her gently, all the way to the hilt and rested for a moment inside her. It was heaven. His cock was sensitive from his orgasm, but still hard. He felt her wetness, the moist heat, and had to clench his jaw from cumming. He slid out of her and felt her tried to slide down onto it. He groaned, muttered, and then slammed into her. His hands found their way to her waist, and he slid her onto his cock again and again. He felt the vibrator brush up against him occasionally and he was going crazy with the sensation. He heard her moans turn into screams and new he had to give in. Jenna was in a state of pure sexual arousal. Every time he slid into her, he slammed her clit up again the vibrator. Each time, she felt the clamps on her tits tighten and pull up. It was amazing. She felt the band at her waist release and the stirrups loosen, and suddenly she was being held up by strong arms and pumped into. The change in position was forcing her clit to rub even harder against the vibrator, and her nipples were being pulled away from her body. When she felt something against her ass, she knew she was in trouble. Dr. Greyson lubed up his finger, and held it against Jenna's bottom. Each time she slid down, her ass pushed down on his finger. She knew it was slutty, but she wanted it. She pushed down harder and harder, until finally his finger went inside. A moment of pain, followed by a million sensations. Now she could feel her ass and her pussy being pumped into each time. Derek felt her give in, saw Dr. Greyson's finger in her butt. He thought it was crazy hot, that she could get release off of that. He felt Dr. Greyson move closer to him, felt the doctor push him this way and that, until finally he was underneath Jenna, her hands still bound, pressing her into him. He willed her to open her eyes, and she did. He lost himself in their green depths, wished it could be this way forever. He reached his hand up pushed back her hair. He could've swore she leaned into his hand. He made a move to press his lips onto hers, and felt her jerk back. He held back his disappointment, realizing this was just about sex. Forced sex. He was just a cock and some fingers. She felt Dr. Watts fingers in her hair, and leaned against him. He felt so wonderful. She lifted her face towards him to kiss her, and suddenly something cold was poured onto her ass. She jerked, surprised. A couple more pushes from Dr. Watts and then she felt Dr. Grayson at her ass a few minutes later. She knew Dr. Watts was surprised, felt his body stiffen. She rocked her body against his, letting him know it was okay. Derek felt Dr. Grayson moved behind them, and then felt a push against her pussy. He was going to anally rape her, and with Derek on top of her, she couldn't go anywhere. Derek saw red, and his whole body tightened. Then he felt her sigh and slide up against him. He let out his breath and leaned forward to nuzzle her. He had never felt so helpless, or so turned on. Dr. Grayson starting pumping at alternative points, until he knew Jenna was seeking release. He pulled up on the clamps and reached down to suck on the extended nipples. She whimpered and he put his hand into her bound one. She felt his hand go into hers, warm, and rough. She was content in this moment. He would never hurt her. She let the sensation of her ass and pussy being fucked at the same time take her away. She barely felt the orgasm, felt the two of them cum inside her. She did feel the cool air when they withdrew, and made a sound of disappointment. Dr. Watts was careful not to remove his hand though, wrapping it around hers tightly. "We should let the other staff have a chance at her. A slut like that shouldn't be wasted." Jenna stiffened, unclenched her hand from around Dr. Watts. How could he? Dr. Greyson laughed, acknowledging the good idea. She tried to close her legs, but he held them open. She turned her head to the side, felt a tear seep out and hit the paper. She was a fool. Dr. Greyson turned, presumably to open the curtain, and there was a whirlwind of action. Jenna opened her eyes to see Dr. Watts pulled the gun on Dr. Greyson. He looked sick, and was edging towards the door. Dr. Watts warned him not to move, and when he made an attempt to head out, Dr. Watts pulled the trigger and she saw crimson spread over his chest. Dr. Watts rushed out the door, and in a few minutes she heard sirens and shouting. He came back in, stepped over the body, and handed her the clothes she had been wearing previously. He opened his mouth to speak, seemed to hesitate, and then just said, "Might want to put them on quickly. The police will be here in a few seconds." She didn't know what she was expecting him to say, but that wasn't it. The cops came in, took the statements, removed the body, and left the two of them, both staring at the floor, a hour or so later. Jenna finally looked up at him, and his gut fisted in disgust with himself. She was holding herself together, but clearly she was traumatized. That he had any part in that was so fucked up. He couldn't stop the disgust from being reflected in his eyes, and he saw her eyes glaze over with the sheen of tears. He reached out to her, but she had closed up to him. He knew she could never care about him now, not ever. His only wish was that she could get over this, not relive the nightmare over and over. Jenna headed out the door, out of the clinic, out of the path of Dr. Watts. Strange that without him, she now felt dirty and touched. The weather reflected her thoughts, dark, gloomy, starting to pour. She made it to her car, and realized she had left her keys in her purse, still on the floor in that room. She reentered the double doors, thinking in humor of the last time she had come in here. The cops were still there, taking statements from the staff. She turned the corner to the hallway and saw Dr. Watts there, standing with an officer. She tried to turn around, caught herself, and squared her shoulders. This was not her first rejection. She walked past the two of them, and caught the tail end of the officers comment..."- like to be locked in a room with a hottie like that for six hours." She half turned, saw that Dr. Watts didn't even seem to react. What was she expecting? She ran the rest of the way, grabbed her purse, and headed back. When she turned the corner this time, the officer was on the ground, his head back, bleeding from his nose, and whimpering. Derek was squatting, jabbing his finger into the officers chest. "...beautiful, smart, strong. What she went through, no one else in this building could've endured. I would've done anything to get her out of there. Anything. I would do anything for even a chance to be with her. All I wanted to do was help her, and now it's my fault she is hurt." Dr. Watts slid down the wall, seemingly exhausted. He put his head in his hands. Jenna felt her heart flutter. She must've read something wrong, misread the signs. Somehow in the last six hours, he had come to mean everything to her. The only thing that had hurt her, was his disgust. "Well, if that's true - " Jenna started, seeing Derek's head come up in shock, "- why did you look at me like I disgust you, like I wasn't worthy of you?" She started out strong, but inside she was hurting. She knew they could hear the pain in her voice. Derek stood, his mouth gaping. "Disgusted?! The only thing that was disgusting at any point today was myself. I was angry and disgusted with myself. I should've been able to take care of you, not hurt you more. You depended on me, and I let you down." He kept walking until he was directly in front of her, close enough to see the flecks of gold in her eyes. "There were a million opportunities to save you, and I just ended up taking advantage of you." Jenna saw the defeat in his eyes, and her heart broke a little more. "You are the reason we are here right now. YOU. I had lots of opportunities too, and I missed them. We were a little distracted." Dr. Watts grinned a little, the light returning to his eyes. She reached up and smoothed his hair, caressing his face. "You are strong, and beautiful, and would make any woman proud. You also clearly have a bit of an anger issue. Every time I'm with you, you've bloodied someone." She smiled, letting him see the twinkle in her eye. Derek stood still for a moment, letting it sink in, and then let out a bark of laughter and picked her up against him. His hands locked behind her waist and he looked into her eyes. "Come home with me." Jenna was startled, but this man had become her life in just a few hours. She knew she would never trust a man the way she trusted him, never care about someone. She nodded and lowered her head to his waiting mouth. ------------------ 2 years later ------------------------------ "Babe, it's back on!" Jenna hustled from the kitchen, stopping for a moment at the entry of the living room to look at her husband. He was in his black boxer briefs, lounging in the recliner, watching the Packer game. He was one of those men that was meant to be naked. She smiled to herself, and he caught the grin. "What's that look for?" Jenna laughed, and shook her head. "Nothing." She perched on the side of his chair, and he tugged her down into his lap. His arms went around her, and she knew she would always be safe. And when she wriggled on his lap innocently and felt his rising erection, she also knew she would always be sated. She heard his warning voice..."Jenna...." Jenna Ch. 03: Playing Games JennaShoes and I have been co-writing stories for a number of years now. Jenna considers herself a prudish corporate executive who fantasises about being dominated by well-endowed men. Her desire is what prompted me to write these stories and add her input. I have not edited her grammar. Jenna also authors on a couple of erotic story sites. Although all stories may be read individually, there is a sequence to them which has developed over our relationship. ***** Jenna3 - Playing Games Jenna's Story We have been away from each other for a long time. I have been a good faithful wife during that time. But I keep thinking about the times we had together. We exchange emails during that time and I mention that I will be in Philadelphia for a conference. You reply that you will be there as well during that period for some work. I shudder when I ask if you want to meet. You say, sure "why not". I dress for my conference. A bit more sexy than usual, although my coworkers are used to my rather sexy outfits. I put on a sweater dress that reaches mid-thigh. Under that I wear a tight thin lace body and opaque black stay up stockings. Of course I wear my new luxurious Prada suede black boots. I call you once I am free to go. I come to meet you at the hotel bar we set for our meeting. I am trembling as I strut into the deserted bar and see you sitting there. I remember the way you fucked me last time, how my voice was hoarse from screaming in pleasure, embarrassed at having asked you to fuck me harder and faster. I can still remember how your massive member had stretch me so much, so wide, so deep, so good. Mike's Story As I enter the near empty bar I recognize her immediately. The feeling of lust surges through me as I feel my cock start to harden at the sight of her. Her one piece dress is exciting and the leather boots bring back vivid memories of our last meeting. I wonder how long it will take to get this faithless wife naked and on her back again. Perhaps she would like a different kind of adventure this time. The fact that she is here for sex is a forgone conclusion. Perhaps I should stretch the envelope just to see how much she can take. Her tight, wet pussy still brings back fond memories. As. I approach her chair, I lean forward to kiss her cheek. She quickly turns her head so that our lips come together into what turns into a torrid welcome. Can she sense my cock stiffen? I wonder. Staring into her eyes, the message is pretty obvious. I don't think that much time will be spent in the bar. Jenna's Story I do not want to appear like a wanton slut so I act a little bit more coy and bashful. We go sit down at a low table with hard couches. I sit standing straight putting my breasts in more evidence. My long legs are crossed with the hem of the dress just below the edge of the stockings. My luxurious knee high boots finish my legs with a touch of sexiness and yet classiness. We chat over a strong drink. I need one to relax. It is rather nerve racking to meet you again after all that time. Memories rush back to my mind. You reach over and pet my thigh. I shudder but grab your hand and leave it there. Mike's Story Sitting beside Jenna after such a long time is mesmerizing. I find her scent intoxicating and arousing at the same time. I'm sure that I can detect her arousal intermingled with her cologne. The way that she is sitting has put her breasts on prominent display. I can't help myself. I have to touch them. I reach across her running the flat of my hand teasingly across her nipples as I take her glass and move it closer to her. The subterfuge is not lost on her as she shivers in reaction. As she leans back she slowly crosses her legs. The sight of her stocking tops peeking below her hem are complemented by the softness of her knee high boots. I can't resist. I slide my hand over her knee, under her hem and onto her thigh. She slowly reaches down and covers my hand with hers. Now the moment of truth! I move my hand further up her thigh, my fingers teasing the soft inside flesh. Will she resist? Will she open her legs in invitation? What is she wearing underneath? Jenna's Story These "incidental" touches and brushes are getting me excited but I do not want to show it. When you reach under my dress and start climbing up I want to scream stop or push you away but part of me wants you to go higher. My legs are crossed now and I leave them that way. Your hand goes up my thigh inch by inch. You reach and feel a harsher path than my silky stockings, it is the lacy part that holds the stockings up. Further up you finally reach skin. I shudder as your fingers touch my skin. It is like a small electric shock. You go higher and feel my hip. I whimper "please not here" you do not stop. Smiling you caress my black lace Brazilian shaped panties high up my hip. You get our hand out and see how flustered I am. You kiss me again and I let your tongue meet mine. Mike's Story Tasting Jenna's sweet lips again is like savouring a long forgotten nectar. I let my fingers dance over the short hairs of her neck. Sliding my fingers over her ear lobes, I recall how the sensations once drove her crazy. She starts making soft mewing sounds in the back of her throat. I cannot resist kissing her soft neck and running my tongue over her ear. Her hand slides to my lap and I know that she can feel the impact that she is having on me. The only question that remains is: whose room? Hers or mine? Jenna's Story My conscience takes over and I start acting coy. "Mmmm... I shouldn't do that. I don't know..." You smile knowing me. You want to say "sure you dressed in a short tight dress with stockings and knee high boots just to have a drink". You know you have to take charge. You put money down to pay the bill. "Let's go for a last drink" I can't resist that authoritative tone and follow you strutting around. Mike's Story I realize that Jenna is back to playing games again just like last time. I half expected as much. In fact I counted on her acting just this way. However, things would be different this time. She was going to get a lot more than what she anticipated. A lot more! Dropping some bills on the table, I took Jenna by the arm and led her towards the lobby. She stiffened at my pressure and I wondered if she was having second thoughts. It really didn't matter if she was. It was way too late. Releasing her arm, I put my hand around her waist, reaching up and grasping her full breast. I applied pressure to the breast as my hand slid down to the nipple which I squeezed between my fingers ensuring that she felt some pain. Although this action took but seconds Jenna stiffened noticeably at the assault. She knew that the game had changed. She just didn't realize how much. Jenna's Story I do not let out a sound more than a small whimper. I do not want to be noticed in the lobby. As we walk together it is clear that Mike is the dominant person here. He holds me close like personal property. My boot heels smack the marble floor. That draws a few looks as always. I try to regain composure as the self-assured executive I am. However I feel like Mike's plaything now. I did throw myself in this situation teasing him. But he is not like most men that usually let me walk away after I play with them. "You know what you want so don't play with me dear" Mike says in my ear as we walk down a long corridor. He grabs my ass with an appreciative moan as it swings from side to side. Mike's Story As we reach my room I pull out my key card and swipe the door. Leaning against the door, I push Jenna forward and roughly grab one of her breasts giving the nipple a solid twist. She cries out and I'm not sure if it's pleasure, pain or a combination of both. Now it's time for some fun! I push Jenna forward through the suite into the bedroom. Quickly turning her around, I push her backwards towards the bed which catches the back of her legs. She falls onto the bed, her legs opening giving me a glimpse of her attractive stocking tops and creamy white thighs. She quickly closes her legs attempting to assume a ladylike pose. She's in for a big surprise. Before this night is over she is going to freely tell me what a slut she is and how much she likes to fuck. She will drop all barriers tonight. She has that coy expression on her face again. It starts to disappear and turn to fear as I say, "Jenna, get your fucking dress off, open up my trousers, take out my cock and suck it like you've never sucked cock before. Make it quick before I use my belt on you". Jenna's Story I am a bit shocked by these direct words. No one ever talks to me this way! A bit scared I stand up and unzip the back of my dress. I struggle to get it down my chest revealing my breasts. It is tight and I start getting it down over my hips but you stop me. You push me on my shoulders until I am on my knees. Quite the fancy lady in my Prada boots and DVF dress but on my knees in front of a man. Mike orders me to get going. I slowly open his belt and trousers. His pants fall revealing his large member straining through the underwear. I gasp when I see how thick and long it is. Mike's Story "What are you waiting for bitch? I told you to suck it. Let's see how hard and wet you can get it". I lean forward and grasp her bra strap easily separating the flimsy garment from her body. I can see the reaction to this treatment. She isn't use to it. Little does she know that it is only going to get worse! I reach down and grasp both of her large, pendulous breasts in my hands. As the rock hard nipples slide between my fingers I squeeze them tightly until I hear Jenna start to moan. Raising her by her tits I command, "Take my cock out and wrap it in your tits. You can suck it while I'm fucking them. Have you ever had your tits fucked before Jenna? You ready to swallow cum? Tell me what you want baby. You're going to do it all tonight and it's going to be messy." Jenna's Story I raise up on my knees, such a humiliating position for a lady like me, and grab your massive cock in between my breasts. It slides up and down through my large breasts. I hold them tight to get your cock nice and hard. After a minute you grab me by the sides of the head and push your big cock into my mouth. I do not fight it but lick the sides and twirl my tongue around the edge of your thick cock's tip. Mike's Story Jenna's actions are less than inspiring! I grab the back of her head on either side and pull her forward onto my cock. Her mouth spreads open as the large piece of meat slides to the back of her throat. She attempts to pull back as my clock head cuts off her airway. I can see her eyes start to water as a look of fear appears on her face. She starts to panic as I push harder into her throat and start to fuck her face. As I draw my cock back for another stroke, she gasps a large breath of air and pleads to me to stop. As I feel cum building in my balls, I struggle with the decision as to where my first load is going to go. Fucking Jenna's face is really turning me on. I say to her, "Tell me what a slut you are Jenna! Tell me how much you like the taste of my cock. Where do you want me to cum, baby?" Jenna's Story I look at you in shock. How strange this classy business lady is on her knees in her $500 Prada boots and pricy Laperla lingerie. I look down and whimper "I love it, it stretches me so good" You smirk. "That's better. You like my cock stretching your uptight pussy? Good" You grab me under the arm and stand me up. I stumble where you guide me to the back of the couch. You roughly bend me over the back looking at my round ass sticking up. "I am going to stretch your pussy right now and make you scream" "Please go easy... aahhhhhhhh" Your member is pushing into my pussy. Even with my saliva covering it, it has problems sliding inside my tight pussy. Mike's Story I fist my stiff cock and push the enlarged head between the wet, swollen lips of Jenna's tunnel. She is so tight it feels like trying to fuck a virgin. I roll the head up and down between her lips attempting to pick up enough lubrication for penetration. This isn't working! In frustration, I drop to my knees, push Jenna forward and seal my mouth over her wet opening. I drive my tongue deep inside as she pushes her ass back into my face. This is the wanton little slut that I wanted to see. "Suck my pussy, Mike. Suck it hard" she screams. I run my hands up her nylon clad thighs to her pussy opening the lips up as much as possible. The scent of leather from her high priced boots mingled with the erotic scent emanating from her molten centre is intoxicating. I start licking her pussy from her pucker hole to her clit. Her pussy lips are becoming wetter and more swollen with the treatment. The clit has emerged from its hood begging for attention. I do not disappoint. My lips wrap themselves around the man in the boat and I suck it into my mouth grasping it gently with my teeth. Holding it tightly, I use my tongue to beat a tune and drive Jenna to her first orgasm. Her juices flow over my face as she continues to fuck my face muttering obscenities that I didn't know she knew. Jenna's Story I try to catch my breath after coming hard. My body is so sensitive now from my head to my toes. I am still lying face down on the table with my booted legs touching the floor. You grab me by the hips in a firm manly way that makes me feel so. Weak and like your plaything. Your big cock starts sliding in me. My pussy stretches to accommodate it. With. Difficulty you push in further. "Oh shiiit. It's so biiig. Oucch, Haahhh" I groan. You don't care and go deeper until you are to the hilt. You give me a few seconds to adapt. My torn flesh sticks to that massive invader. Pulsing flesh is giving a massage to your cock. You start pulling out then push back in slowly. Enjoying the feeling of domination over me you begin fucking me like a madman. Ignoring my squeals and moans and my pleas to "take it easy". You are fucking me hard. You hear my boot heels strike the floor when you pull out. Mike's Story Jenna's pussy grips my cock like a vice. If I keep fucking her at this rate my cock will be rubbed raw. I grab her ass in both hands, and drive my cock deep until I hit her cervix. She lets out a scream as I bottom out. I lift her up and head for the bed where I ungraciously drop her. I walk over to the nightstand and take out the lube that I previously left there. Screwing off the cap, I applied a generous amount to my sore swollen cock. I then grabbed Jenna's legs and pushed them back towards her tits. As her swollen pussy opened in front of me I grabbed my cock and rolled forward to slide it inside of her. I watched as my cockhead speared her lips and forced them to stretch around its surface. God, this women is tight! Putting her legs on my shoulders, I drive my cock deep into her swollen cunt. Her scream is a mixture of pain and pleasure as she starts to cum again. I glance towards the mirrored closet doors and marvel at the position that this high-priced executive is in. I would love to see the expression on the faces of her board members if they could see this slut getting her pussy drilled. The noises coming from Jenna are incoherent as her body is overcome with orgasmistic spasms. I grab the lube and spread some over my fingers. I'm driving my cock into Jenna's cunt at a steady pace as I reach under her and slide a lube covered finger into her ass. She arches her back, driving her cunt onto my cock as her brain goes into overload. . Jenna's Story If you thought my pussy was tight... I am still shaking and mumbling incoherently as you drive that big cock deep in me. My orgasm is just mind shattering. I try to push you away from my ass but not really firmly. You pull out of my pussy to calm down. "Pleaseee don't stop " I grunt. You start finger fucking my ass with one then two fingers. "Oh no way you are too big for that". Mike's Story Jenna's ass is pushing back hard against my fingers. There's little doubt that she's building to another big cum. I take two fingers of my other hand and slide them into her cunt. Her back arches as her head rises in a silent scream. I slide my thumb over her engorged clit. The juices are pouring from Jenna's battered pussy as she withers on the fingers thrust into her ass and cunt. Her butt is stuck high in the air and she is snapping it back and forth at a frenzied pace trying to bury my fingers deeper inside herself as she rises up her plateau to a hard climax. Just then, the phone in her purse rings. . Jenna's Story My eyes roll to the back of my head as I get finger fucked to a frenzy. My pussy is torn up from the rough fucking that just occurred but I am getting hornier and very wet again. I like getting my ass fingered but not sodomized. I writhe and moan as I try to get more stimulation. Suddenly, my phone rings. At this hour it has to be my husband. I lay there with my eyes wide open looking at my purse on the chair. My boots slamming into the sides of my head as Mike thrusts into me his fingers. He knows my dilemma and enjoys it. "Let's get hubby thinking of what I am doing to his sexy wife" you say. You pull your fingers out and while pushing my legs back against me and spreading them out you push that fat cock into my tight little ass. I moan and groan "damn no oooohh ooooo " You start taking a rhythm as you ass fuck me deeper and deeper. "With that outfit on you have been dreaming of getting fucked hard dear" you say between two thrusts. . Mike's Story The phone continues to ring as I tease your ass with my cock. I pull out, bring your legs down and tell you to answer the phone or shut it off. You groan as my prick leaves your ass and you look at me with that "I need to be fucked" expression. "Make up your mind Jenna, or your outta here", I said as I continue to run the head of my cock over her wet pussy. . Jenna's Story I look at the phone and notice it is my husband. I am too flushed and too struggling for air to answer. I turn it off. "You are too big for me," I say holding my ass. You smile and grab me like a rag doll. I let out a little "ohhh". You carry me quickly to the arm of the small couch. You lay me down on my stomach. My boots' tips are resting on the floor. You add more lube to your large cock and start pushing into my ass again. Grabbing my ass on both side you slide into me slowly despite my groaning. Take it Jenna or I will call your husband back. "oh no" i moan. My boots are slamming on the ground as I try to get into position so your cock can enter me. It is like being mounted by a stallion. . Mike's Story It's quite obvious that Jenna has given up all concerns about being the uptight proper little bitch that she likes everyone to believe that she is. When I first met her, she was prime and proper as well as being the office executive cock-tease. She dressed to flirt and played to tease but didn't give anyone as much as a sniff. There wasn't a male in the company that hadn't dreamed of sliding his cock into her uptight pussy at one time or another. I knew this as a very good friend of mine worked for the same company and was always complaining about her attitude and behaviour. I work for a company that was interested in Jenna's companies' product line. I was the Operations VP and had the responsibility of doing the product evaluation. I had to meet with Jenna to discuss my findings and the feasibility of carrying their line. During the third one-on-one conference with Jenna I finally called her bluff and fucked her royally in her plush office. When I finished with her that day I left her barely conscious lying on her desk with cum running out of her wet swollen cunt. Her secretary knew what had happened and had a self-satisfied smirk on her face as I left. But that's another story. Jenna Ch. 03: Playing Games Now, I'm about to give Jenna what all the male staff members would like to share in. This will be one fucking that she won't soon forget. The fact that she shut off her phone and has opened up her ass to my cock leaves little doubt that she has accepted the role of dominated slut. I originally assumed that she had never been fucked in the ass before but now I begin to wonder. As she humps her ass back onto my cock I begin to doubt that this women is a virgin anywhere anymore. For those that are wondering I'm a six foot blond well-built male weighing 190 pounds and my cock is a little over average in size. About two Red Bulls in length and girth actually. When a women strokes my dick they can usually get two hands around it and the head sticks out the end for personal attention. The mushroom head of my cock had just popped past Jenna's sphincter and she had let out a scream of pain at the intrusion. I am grasping her heavy breasts and pull them back as I thrust my prick into her. I stop to let her adjust and catch her breath before I stuff her with more of my cock. Twisting her nipples brings moans from her lips as she finally begins to tell me what she really wants me to do to her. . Jenna's Story Bent over the arm of that couch I feel like I am at your mercy. You have ravaged my tight pussy with that big member of yours and now you are about to destroy my even tighter anus. Now I now I have a rather tight sex as many men have told me. But you are really hung and have torn me torn up. The pain is like losing my virginity again. That deep feeling of being owned and taken is stronger than the pain though and worth it. As you now start pushing your oiled thick cock in my ass I buck and strain to accept it. My husband is the only one who has ever dared to fuck my ass. He is rather well endowed too or so I thought until I met you. I let him take my ass when we were dating. I like getting fingered there but that was new and he really took his time enjoying his possession of my body. Now however is a different thing? That log of yours is sliding in and out of my distended ass. Thank God for the lube as it slides without too much pain or burning. You get in position behind me and start ramming that thing into me harder and further. I howl and squeal. "ooohhh Gaaawwwwdd ooooohhhh shit ahhhhh" You get finally all the way in and take a few seconds to let me get used to that feeling. Playing with my nipples is getting me so hot. You grab me by the forehead and pull me back and say in a very manly deep voice "are you mine now?" I respond between two hard breaths "yes" You know you have tamed at least for now the business executive that you know has teased so many men around the industry not because she is very hot or pretty but because of her attitude and outfits. Now you get ready to show me who the boss is. Mike's Story Jenna's ass is squeezing my cock with an unbelievable intensity as I slide another couple of inches into her. Her groans and grunts are turning me on even more. I reach down between her thighs into the sopping mess that is her crotch. I can't believe how wet her cunt is as I caress her hairy swollen lips. I grasp her extended clit between my fingers and begin to massage it. Her groans turn to gasps of pleasure as I play with her clit and continue to drive my cock into her ass. Her pussy continues to cream as her thighs twitch in anticipation. I drive the last inch into her as I feel my balls bang up against her cunt. Her back is covered in perspiration as her body becomes inflamed with desire. The pain has since disappeared to be replaced with lust. She now starts to rotate her ass as I continue to withdraw and then drive my prick back into her body. I catch her looking at the wall mirror as her rosebud stretches to the maximum around my thick piece of meat. Her expensive leather boots are shaking from the pounding that she is taking. The fancy silk thigh highs have slid to the top of her boots in a sodden mess from her secretions. The look of lust on her face tells me that she is ready for anything. She has become a different person. One who's only desire is to get thoroughly fucked. Her juices flood my fingers as I continue to tease her clit and swollen hairy lips. It appears that our executive big shot is multi-orgasmic. Her head shakes side to side and her hair is matted to her face as she starts to build to another huge release. I can feel the pressure building in my balls and I want us to go over the top together. I pick up the pace and drive my cock deep into Jenna's ass as hard as I can as she yells words of encouragement knowing that her cum is right in front of her. . Jenna's Story I howl from the rapid ass fucking you are giving me. The burning sensation is gone and now only the pleasure of being dominated by my stallion is left. Slamming against me you push me further down. My ass is just at the right height for you and you just slam faster and faster into my destroyed ass. "Faster" I squeal "I can't ahhhhhh take much more ouuuuuhhh" You are holding my hips and are positioned right above me. That thick long cock is driving like a jackhammer into my ass. You are possessing me like no one else has before" you are mine now Jenna" you groan as you flick my clit one more time. I scream a long cry of pleasure and pain as I come hard. Never have I come from being ass fucked. My rosebud closes on you even more tightly. You can't hold much more and spurts of cum splash inside me marking your complete domination of Jenna. . Mike's Story Jenna thrashes beneath me as I shoot rope after rope of hot cum into her ass. I drive my cock deep into her bowels as my balls smack up against wet cunt for the final injection. Jenna falls forward on the back of the couch in exhaustion as my cock starts to shrivel back to its normal size. I run my hands over her perspiration soaked back and tell her not to move while I clean up for the encore. She says, "What encore? I couldn't move to save my life." My cock falls out of Jenna's ass with a plop and she groans in recognition of its departure. As I turn towards the bathroom, I give a "you're on" signal towards the closet. Jenna is facing away from the mirrored closet and doesn't witness Dan slowly slide the door aside and enter the bedroom. As I walk towards the bathroom I think back to what lead up to this moment. Dan and I go back a lot of years to high school. Both of us have always been athletic and played a lot of football in both high school and college where we got our degrees together. We roomed together for four years and committed innumerable sins while in each other's company. Dan graduated with a degree in Technology while mine was in business. We have kept in touch with each other and still continue to party together when the opportunity presents itself. I recently moved back to the city where Dan works and we started getting together with his Friday night work group. I hadn't really paid too much attention to where Dan worked, (he was the IT Director for his company) until one Friday evening when this tall leggy brunette walked into the bar. She screamed executive from head to toe. Dressed in a smart business suit that accented her curves as if she was poured into it. Her large breasts were mounted proudly on her chest and begged everyone to pay attention. Her tight A-line skirt came to just above her knees and were accented with expensive four inch high heels that encased a pair of what appeared to be silk, seamed nylons. Who wears those anymore! I was staring at this vision when Dan asked me if I liked what I saw. The high-priced executive was Jenna and what Dan didn't know is that the two of us had made an acquaintance a couple of years earlier. I had fucked her royally in her conference room and left her semi-comatose when I finished with her. Dan commenced telling me what a bitch she was and that she was impossible to deal with. She kept his department constantly busy with her silly demands and requests. He had tried to come onto her a number of times but had been rebuffed with disdain. Although she was married, the rumour mill had it that certain privileged individuals had access to her pussy. Dan wasn't one of them and it pissed him off to no end. He wasn't sure if it was because he wasn't high enough up the corporate ladder or because he was black. And Dan is very black. In college we were known as salt and pepper. I listened to Dan commiserate on the unfairness of his situation while I played low-profile and watched Jenna work the bar. Actually, she worked the executives. Anyone that she considered beneath her, she simply ignored. At one point Dan walked up to the bar for drinks and greeted Jenna only to be ignored with a low life stare from her beautiful eyes. As Dan returned from the bar I decided to attempt to give my best friend what he desired. When he sat down and asked if I had seen the cold shoulder he had received I asked him if he would like pay-back? He asked what I was talking about. I then told him about my relationship with Jenna. (See my earlier story). He couldn't believe what he was hearing and asked how that was going to help him. I told him that Jenna had contacted me about getting together at a conference that she had to attend. Dan started laughing as he informed me that he was scheduled to attend the IT portion of the same conference. (Jenna was attending the Operations portion). The stage being set, Dan and I spent the rest of the evening putting a plan in place to give Jenna her comeuppance. After giving my cock a thorough cleaning in the bathroom, I gently stroked it back to life as I quietly re-entered the bedroom. Jenna was still splayed across the couch with her legs spread apart and showed little sign of life unlike Dan who had shed his clothes and stood behind her naked and fisting his giant black log of a cock. Dan is about 3 inches taller than me and carries about an extra 20 pounds. His cock is also marginally larger than mine. Especially the cockhead which is probably the size of a baseball. The mushroom head was swollen and angry looking as he stroked its full length. Jenna was starting to moan when I signalled Dan to move between her legs and fuck her. He needed no further prodding as he spread her legs further apart and started sliding the mushroom head of his cock up and down her wet, hairy cuntal lips. As he started to push the head into her body, Jenna came to life and said, "Mike, where did you get the energy? You can't be ready to go again so soon." I slapped Dan on the back and he drove that big sucker right up into Jenna's cunt as I stepped forward and pushed my now stiff cock into her wide open mouth choking off the scream that just stared to escape from her lips. . Jenna's Story I look up at you with eyes full of terror. What is going on? At first I think of a dildo but then I feel hands on my hips. My pussy is really stretched already but still that cock is massive and can barely get in me. You pull out of my mouth so I can breathe. I look at the mirror and see part of the closet open. A video camera is set up in there. Then in the mirror that is left I see Dan. I gasp in shock as I recognize him from work. "Hi Jenna! Now you will know what we do to a tease like you" he groans trying to fit that bat into me. I see the grotesque size of his cock as it is being shoved in my prim and proper pussy "please no please I can't raahhha" He starts pushing deeper and I start howling in pain. But he adds lube to his cock and pushes deeper. He drives it in as you watch but you can't stay still and you go in front of me again. Grabbing me by the hair you shove that big rod of yours into my gaping mouth. Dan is getting a bit faster. His member is tearing me apart. I was stretched but sore already and now it is insane. I drool all over your cock as Dan's thrusts push me against your cock. Dan starts groaning "oh shit watching you fuck her was too much rahhh aaaa I'm gonna breed her now oh here it comes" I feel cum splashing in my pussy again as Dan strokes his cock. . Mike's Story "Damn that was good but a bit quick man" Dan snarls. "We will have to do this again. Think she will remember this when she wakes up from the drug you gave her?" "Drug? What drug? This bitch is running on natural sexual adrenaline! The only drugs here is the Viagra we took. I told you Jenna loves to fuck. It's just that she's so uptight that she can't let herself go. It's a change just to hear her tell me to fuck her. Before we're done with her she'll use every filthy word in the book. I really want to hear her tell us to fuck her cunt! Her problem has to do with either her upbringing or her lack of sexual education. Ok Dan, let's get her over to the bed and ready for some more action. If we can't fuck her into being the little slut that we want then we can use the video to convince her to play nice. In any case, it looks as if you won't have any problem with her at work anymore." Dan and I took Jenna's comatose body from the back of the couch and laid her across the stripped off bed. She looks a mess with cum drooling from her pussy and ass. Her hair is plastered to her face and she has remnants of saliva and cum around her mouth. Dan and I get some face cloths and start to clean up the mess. This in turns starts to bring Jenna around. As she starts her recovery Dan and I double team her by starting to tease her large breasts and extended nipples. She starts to protest but must realize that she has gotten herself into an impossible situation. As our hands gently caress her thighs she starts to groan and undulate her hips. My hand slides in between her legs to start to play with her pussy when I run into Dan's already busy fingers. Jenna's crotch is a sopping mess and she has lost all inhibitions as to what she wants next. . Jenna's Story "Please I am so sore mmmm i can't take you anymore ooohhhhh you are too big oohhh no I am ahahaaha please " Dan pushes his big black cock against my mouth "ever fucked a black man Jenna?" he snarls pushing his massive member into my mouth. You stretch my legs and apply lubricant to my pussy before sliding your cock into me again. Your slamming pushes me onto Dan's cock until I choke and drool on it. "Damn that snobby bitch can suck dick" Dan exclaims. "Yeah Jenna rrrahhhh". You are having a good old time. As Dan pulls out of my mouth I scream "please stop it hurts I can't anymore please" Dan says "well Jenna you need to finish us" And he slams his cock into my mouth. I reach up and grab it and as I suck his tip I stroke his shaft faster and faster. Enjoying the sight you get in the rhythm and start fucking me quick. Suddenly Dan pulls out and spurts cum all over my once proper lady's face. You are so turned on you just ravage my pussy and explodes again inside me. Once we have all recovered you look at me as I clean myself "Well Jenna how about next time we have a triple date the three of us. Not like you have a choice. Dress hot and sexy to show us you care". Mike's Story "Let's fuck her doggy style." urged Dan. "You get behind her, I'll be in front doing her mouth. You won't believe how long I've dreamt of having Jenna's lips wrapped around my cock. If only the whole office were here to see it." Jenna let her body go limp in submission, she heard the guys heavy breathing, felt them take their positions in order to take her in the humiliating "dog fashion" position. Another spasm shot through her sensuously prostrated body as she felt Dan place his hands on either side of her face, pulling her forward toward his loins as her knelt in front of her. "Open your mouth," he ordered, squiring his loins forward to press the hotly swollen massive head of his rigid cock right up against her sensuous red lips. Once more, just as if she was so lost in her frenzy of lust that she had no mind or will of her own, Jenna complied, opening her mouth as wide as possible taking the twitching cock-head with minimal protest between her lips. Her body suddenly tensed as, simultaneously, I leaned forward from behind, thrusting my palpitating cock right up between her trembling thighs to find heated contact with her already wet swollen tunnel. Jenna sucked her breath in deeply as I eagerly lunged forward burrowing my cock easily up her well lubricated fuck channel until my loins smacked up against her ripe buttocks. From in front, Dan shoved eagerly forward, a lusty groan rising in his throat as he pushed his pulsating cock-shaft deeper between her obscenely ovalled lips, all the way along the length of her tongue until it was embedded in full erection far in the back of her throat. Jenna's body shivered from the shattering dual skewering. Her mouth was completely stretched to maximum by the lewdly throbbing black rod of Dan's cock, and from behind by my pulsing shaft of flesh buried to the hilt in her already wantonly flowering loins. She'd never felt so ashamed, humiliated and wanton in her life. Kneeling between the two of us who were obscenely and thoughtlessly violating her defenseless flesh, she felt herself a picture of depravity, and she was helpless to resist, even if she had wanted to. Jenna let out a long drawn out moan as we simultaneously began to move, and almost instantly she forgot her shame and responded with a sensuous writhing of her own body. . Jenna's Story I wake up naked. I do not remember really well what had happened except Mike and I had met and fucked. There is something odd and I vaguely remember someone else but I cannot quite put my finger on it. I slowly get my wrinkled clothes back on my sore, tender body and limp back to my hotel room. I get a text from you telling me what a great time you had and wanting to see me again soon. I reply "sure" I remember cumming hard and like crazy and I know that I want more.