0 comments/ 231807 views/ 71 favorites Jenna's Purchase By: immediate Frank had worked as a store security guard for 15 years. He worked hard, and did his best to help the store reduce its losses. Never-the-less, times were tough and the manager had notified him that morning that he was being laid off. Friday was his last day. It was just one more bit of bad news in a year that had proven to be very unfortunate. Frank's wife had left him two months earlier, taking the children with her. His attorney had just informed him that he was going to have to pay nearly half of his income in child support. So it was really the worst possible time for Jenna when Frank noticed her slip a scarf into her purse and head for the door. He went outside through the employee's entrance and waited for her. As she walked toward the exit, he got a good look at her. She couldn't have been more than seventeen years old. She had shoulder length blonde hair, a cute face, and nice slender legs. On her sweater, part of her cheerleader uniform, Frank admired how her breasts stretched her school name. No doubt she was some spoiled brat, stealing for the thrill of it. He lit a cigarette and waited. It technically wasn't shoplifting until she left the store, although he could have detained her as soon as she put the item in her purse. She stepped out the door, and wrapped her arms over her chest as she felt the chill. "Excuse me, young lady," Frank said in his most authoritative voice, "You are going to have to come with me." Her face immediately fell, she knew she was caught, "I'm sorry, I'm in a big hurry." "Be that as it may, you will have to come with me to the security office." "What?" She tried getting angry, "I don't have time for this!" "Look missy," Frank said sternly, "I know you stole that scarf. Shoplifting is a crime, and if you don't come with me right now, I will call the police." "What are you talking about?" Frank reached in and grabbed her purse. "Hey! You can't take that, it's private!" He ignored her, opened the bag and pulled out the scarf. "You didn't pay for this." "Oh my God!" It was a pathetic acting job, "I forgot I put that in there. I meant to pay for it really." "That's not going to work. There is no reason to put anything into your purse when you have two hands. Besides, we have you on video." "I'll pay for it!" she was pleading now, "I have cash." "Look, are you going to come with me or do I really have to call the police right now. I assure you things will go much better for you if you cooperate." "Okay," she said, and followed Frank back inside. He led her into his office, and closed the door. She sat in a hard wooden chair, and he could tell she was trying not to cry. "Are you going to call my parents?" "How old are you?" "I just turned eighteen." "Well, then you are an adult. I don't have to call your parents. Unfortunately, that also means that you will be treated as an adult by the police." "I, I thought that you said you wouldn't call the police." "I haven't made up my mind yet. You see we have a problem. It is my job to stop people from shoplifting. When other customers see you walked out of the store in handcuffs it sends a message." "Oh God," she started crying now, "They're going to revoke my scholarship to Stanford." "Stanford? That's impressive. Then you are definitely smart enough to know better." "I'm so sorry!" tears flowed down her cheeks, "Oh God, can't I please just pay for the scarf and promise not to do it again… This will ruin my whole life." Frank didn't feel sorry for her. She was obviously a spoiled brat, with a great future in front of her, and she screwed it up by shoplifting a stupid scarf. Maybe a night in jail, some community service, and a couple of years at a local college would show her some perspective. "Frankly, I'm not very sympathetic." She looked up at him with a very sad look. "Please?" She pouted her lips. He couldn't believe it. This little brat had probably manipulated every adult in her whole life. What she really needed was some discipline. The idea lingered in his head for a moment, and he came to a decision. "Listen," he looked her right in the eye, "I will let you go, without having you arrested, if you let me give you a spanking." "What?" She was shocked. "I don't think so!" "Look Jenna," he said glancing at her driver's license, "I think you are a spoiled little brat who needs to learn about right and wrong. Either you let me spank you, or you go to jail." "But, I'm eighteen!" "Your parents should have done this a long time ago." "You don't know anything about my parents! You're just a dirty old man. Maybe I'll tell the police you are sexually harassing me!" "Fine, have it your way. I don't care." He picked up the phone and dialed the number for the police. "Can I speak with detective Phillips?" Jenna began to panic. No Stanford. Her parents would freak out. They might take her car away from her. She would definitely be kicked off the squad. Ben might even break up with her; they had been fighting a lot lately. And she didn't know if she could handle jail. What if her parents didn't bail her out? "Wait!" She looked up at him, "I'll do it." "Do what?" Now he was just fucking with her. "I'll let you," she stared crying again, "spank me." Frank hung up the phone. He couldn't believe he was going to do this. He hadn't even been with a girl this beautiful when he was her age. "Come here, Jenna." She stood up slowly, her hands behind her back, obviously frightened. "Turn around." Slowly she turned around. Frank reached up and grabbed her hands, wrapping the scarf around her wrists. "Hey! What are you doing?" She tried to pull her hands away. "I don't want you putting your hands in the way." "I-I won't," she said. "I know you won't because your hands will be tied. We're going to do this my way, or else we can just call the police. Besides, I thought you liked this scarf." "Please, I'll be good," she was crying again. However, she stopped struggling. Frank tied the scarf tight around her wrists. She wiggled her hands but she couldn't get free. "It's too tight!" "Stop complaining. This isn't supposed to be fun for you." He reached out and grabbed her hips pulling her toward him. It was so exciting to touch her like that. "Now bend over." He pulled her down so she was lying across his lap. She whimpered a bit, but didn't complain anymore. She had to be able to feel his cock through his pants, it was hard as steel. He couldn't believe that this beautiful cheerleader was laying across his lap, hands tied behind her, waiting to be spanked. Her short skirt was barely covering her ass, and he could see now that it was nice and round. Frank lifted the hem up, revealing her bloomers. He grabbed the top of them and began to slowly pull them down. "WAIT!" Jenna panicked pulling her feet up to try and stop him. "What do you think you are doing?" "Look, little girl, you agreed to let me spank you. I give spankings bare assed." "Come on! This is too much." "I told you, Jenna, we do this my way." She remained tense for a minute, but then slowly put her feet back down. He pulled her bloomers down and stared at her ass. It was perfect. A bright pink thong was tight in her crack, and her cheeks were as nicely tanned as her legs. "You wear a thong bikini don't you?" She didn't answer. He slapped her ass hard. She screamed out loud and struggled to move her hands, but the scarf held them tight. A bright red handprint appeared on her ass. "I asked you a fucking question!" "God, yes! Yes. I wear a thong bikini. Don't hurt me anymore!" He slapped her ass four times rapidly, making her scream again. He was glad the security office was in the basement and nearly sound proof. Unless someone was standing right outside the door, they were never going to hear her. She was really crying now. "Oh please stop! Please, I'm so sorry." She lifted her legs again. "Keep your legs down!" he shouted. She lowered them. He began hitting her again, alternating between ass cheeks. "Count!" He slapped her, leaving his hand on her ass and cupping it. "One," she said softly. He rubbed her ass with both hands, massaging it. Then he smacked her hard with both hands. "Two!" Again, he caressed her beautiful backside, allowing the suspense to build in her. Then smack! "Three!" He kept smacking her, and rubbing her ass while she counted. By the time she got to thirty she was sobbing uncontrollably and barely able to speak. "P-please. P-p-please s-stop. I'm sorry. I-I-I'm so sorry. I won't do it again. P-please." "Stand up." Jenna stood up, her panties around her ankles, her ass bright red. He looked at her face; her make up was perfect. He assumed she wore waterproof makeup so she could work up a sweat while cheering. She really was a cute girl, struggling against her bonds. "Are we done?" "Oh no, sweet Jenna, I'm just getting started." "What? You hit me more than thirty times! I've learned my lesson." "Bend over my desk," Frank opened a drawer and pulled out a wooden ruler. Jenna looked very afraid, thinking about her sore ass. She moved toward the desk but hesitated. "What is that for?" "I'm going to spank you with it. My hand is very sore now." "Please, please, don't…" "Bend over the desk, Jenna." "Please! No more." "Jenna, I'm not going to tell you again!" She flinched at his raised voice, and slowly bent over the top of his desk. He was nearly beside himself. She was so fucking hot bent over like that. He pulled the fabric of her thong to the side. "No, don't do that!" He could see her pussy and asshole now, and his cock wanted to play. The pleats of her white skirt contrasted with the bright red of her spanked ass. Frank had never been so horny in his entire life. He raised the ruler high and brought it down hard on her already burning ass. "OH SHIT!" she screamed. He hit her again. "FUCK! STOP IT!" Again and again. "PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!" "Why should I stop, Jenna? I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." "I have. I've learned my lesson." He hit her again and again. "You are a spoiled little brat! You don't care about anyone but yourself." "Yes. I'm a spoiled brat. I'm so bad. I've learned my lesson." He stopped hitting her. Dark red lines striped her ass now. She was sobbing loudly. "I'm sorry I stole from you. I'm so stupid." He put the ruler down and began to massage her ass slowly. His cock was really protesting against the fabric of his pants now. Never had he needed release this badly. "Please don't do that," she said softly, "you're making me uncomfortable." He kept rubbing her gently, but looking down he noticed that her pussy was getting wet. Even though he had spanked her severely, having her ass massaged was getting a physical response. Jenna couldn't believe it. She was so angry and scared but this man was getting her wet. It was disgusting. This humiliation was too much to bear. At least he had stopped spanking her. At least she would still be going to Stanford. At least he hadn't raped her. "You are getting turned on by this!" Jenna was glad he couldn't see her face. "No I'm not!" "You are! I can see how wet your pussy is!" Frank put a finger on her pussy. "STOP! NO! I DIDN'T AGREE TO THAT!" She tried to stand up, but he held her down. "STOP IT!" He moved his hand away, hesitating. Was he really going to do this? "Jenna, I've decided I can't let you go." "WHAT!" She was yelling at him now. "You promised! I-I let you…" "Look, there is video of you stealing. There is video of me detaining you. If you go away free people are going to know I didn't do my job. I'm not getting fired for you." "But," "Look, I'll be straight with you. I wanna fuck you." "NO!" "If you let me fuck you. If I can have my way with you, I'll let you go. Even if I get fired it will be worth it." "NO!" "Think about it, Jenna. Stanford University or community college? It's a small price to pay don't you think?" "Please. Oh God. Please don't make me do that." "Not to mention jail. I wonder if your parents will bail you out or leave you in there for a day or two to teach you a lesson." Jenna suspected the latter. "I wonder what the dykes in there will do to you in your cute little cheerleader uniform?" She thought about it, and shuddered. "It's your choice. But make it quickly!" "Oh please. Isn't there anything else I can do?" "Jenna, I want to fuck you so bad. You are so fucking hot, I can't stand it." "I-I can't…" Frank picked up the phone again and began to dial. "Ok, Ok! Don't turn me in. You can do it." "Do what?" "You know what!" "I want you to say it." Jenna took a deep breath. She couldn't believe this was happening. "You can have sex with me." "Look, I don't want to have sex with you," he said mimicking her high voice, "I want to fuck you. Hard." She looked back at him and he saw real fear in her eyes. He didn't know if she had done it before, but he was quite sure she had never been truly fucked. "Say it, Jenna!" "You are such a bastard!" She pouted for a second, but then, "You can fuck me. Just do it, get it over with!" He couldn't wait anymore. Pulling his pants down, he released his cock. A full nine inches. Spreading her legs apart, he pushed the head of his cock against her wet pussy hole. Pushing inside of her, she moaned softly. He slid inside further meeting no resistance. "You've done this before, right?" She just moaned again, so he picked up the ruler and slapped her sore ass with it. "FUCK! Don't do that!" "Then you better answer me when I talk to you! You've been fucked before, right?" "Yes. Damn you! I've done it before with my boyfriend." He pushed more of his thick rod insider her, causing her to gasp. She had almost five inches inside. "Is he a jock?" Six inches. "Yeah. Football player. If he finds out about this, he'll kill you." She didn't sound so confident. "I'm not really worried about that," seven inches, "Is he this big?" "God no!" Jenna's voice was strained, "you're tearing me apart!" She hadn't seen anything yet. Frank shoved the last two inches inside of her. "OW! God, you're so huge!" "That's a prime piece of meat in you, isn't it?" He pulled almost all the way out and slammed it back inside of her tight hole. She groaned. "Isn't it?" "Yes." He pounded her pussy again, lifting up on her tied hands until she called out in pain. "Yes, what?" He was slamming her now, pistoning his cock inside her. His wife's pussy had never been this tight, even on their wedding night. But as hot as she looked, and as smooth as her pussy was, what was really turning him on was controlling her. "Yes, that's prime meat in me." She sounded so insecure, it was all he could do not to shoot her full of hot cum right then. "You like it?" Jenna was hating it. His cock was so huge it was painful. He was old and disgusting. She wished that she was with Ben, kissing softly, making love. But she knew better than to piss off this man who was ravaging her. If he was into this talking dirty shit, then she would play along. The sooner she made him cum, the sooner she could go home and take a shower. "Yes, I like it." "You like what?" "I-I like that prime meat in me." God he was really going at it. Jenna had never felt so full in her whole life. Ben had been her first and his thing had seemed big to her. She had no idea that they got this big. The truth was, she didn't really enjoy sex that much, she only allowed Ben to do it because they had been together for two years and she was tired of fighting him off all the time. But now she was really feeling it as Frank continued to put it in her. A warmth was spreading throughout her stomach. She felt like she was going to wet herself. And then suddenly her body was convulsing as she experienced her first orgasm. "OH GOD! OH GOD! AAAAAGH!" This sick bastard was making her come! She tried to stop it, she was so humiliated. She wanted to throw up. Frank couldn't believe she was cumming. Her whole body shuddered with the intensity of it. He kept fucking her hard, pushing her into the desk not slowing up a bit. She kept cumming. "Am I making you come?" "YES!" She replied immediately that time, her body was drenched with sweat, although he was doing all the work. He was giving her the fuck of her young life. "What is making you cum?" "You are!" She just wanted it to stop, but he just kept going. Wasn't he ever going to finish? "No! I didn't ask you who, I asked you WHAT!" He slapped her ass hard making her scream again, but she was still cumming. "Y-your prime meat?" God, just come already! "That's right. You are cumming like a little slut aren't you? You love my cock don't you, slut?" He was getting so close. Jenna couldn't believe what he had called her. No-one had ever talked to her like that! How dare he! She wasn't a slut, she was being forced to do this. He slapped her hard again and she cried out in pain. Damn! The fucking bastard wouldn't be happy until she was completely humiliated. "Yes, I love your cock." She hated that word. Ben had used it once, and she had given him the silent treatment for three whole days. But Ben had never tied her up and slapped her ass with a stick. "And what are you?" He couldn't be serious? "What are you?" She didn't want to be hit again, "I'm a slut!" She couldn't stand it anymore. She needed him to come, and soon. Her pussy was so sore already. Maybe if she really played along. "I'm your slut! Fuck me! Fuck me with that prime cock!" "Oh, that's good, whore!" What? That was really too much. He was treating her like she was some kind of piece of meat. No-one talked to her like that. She was no-one's whore! "I'm going to come right inside of you!" Suddenly a thought occurred to her. He wasn't wearing a condom! "NO! You can't come inside of me! I'm not on the pill!" She started to struggle. "I'm going to come inside of you, whore! I'm not pulling out!" Frank was so close and had no intention of stopping. "Please! Please, don't come inside of me! If I get pregnant I'll never go to Stanford!" Frank thought about it. She had consented to this, but if he got her pregnant she might be able to get him for sexual harassment. Still the idea of knocking up this little teenager was really a turn on. "You said I could fuck you! Fucking you ends with me cumming!" "Please! Can't you just pull out!" She was really squirming now, trying to get away. Her orgasm had passed, but she felt another one building. He was just slamming her over and over. Frank had an idea. "Ass or mouth?" "W-what?" Jenna hoped he wasn't asking what she thought he was asking. "I'm going to come inside of you. I can come in your cunt, your ass, or your mouth. You decide or I'm just going to fill your cunt with my cum!" He wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. "B-but, that's sick!" Jenna refused to suck Ben's cock. It was disgusting to put something in your mouth that pee came out of. But she really couldn't imagine having anything put in her bottom. If she took it in her mouth it would be all covered with her juices; that would just be so gross. But anal sex was sick, and she knew it would hurt especially with his huge cock. Either she had to risk getting pregnant, or she had to let him come in her mouth. "You've got about two seconds, cunt!" Panic helped her make the decision. "My mouth! My mouth! Please, come in my mouth! Don't come in my pussy!" Frank couldn't resist messing with her a bit. "Beg me for it." What? God he was such an asshole! But she had no choice. "Please come in my mouth! Please, put your prime cock in my mouth. I'll suck it. I want your cum in my mouth. Oh God, please don't come inside me. Let me suck it! Please, please, please. Give me your cock in my mouth! I'm your slut. I'm a whore. I'm a cock sucking whore! Please!" Jenna's Purchase It was too much. He just couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled his long cock out of her abused snatch. Grabbing her tied wrists, he yanked her off the desk. She yelled out as he pushed her to her knees. He grabbed the back of her head and she opened her mouth wide. He shoved his cock inside. Jenna had never sucked a cock before, but with her hands tied she wasn't in control. Frank pushed his cock all the way in, making her gag. She thought she was going to vomit, but then it subsided as he continued to push. It tasted disgusting, but she soon didn't think about it as he began to enter her throat. He was going to choke her to death! She couldn't breathe and tried to back away, but his hand on her head was firm as he continued to feed his huge cock into her face. And then it was all the way inside, she felt his balls on her chin. My God, she thought, I've swallowed all of his cock! Her mouth was so fucking good. He looked down at her perfect face, her glossy lips spread wide to accommodate his cock. Her eyes were red from crying, but her makeup was still perfect. It was like fucking a model. He began to pull out of her mouth and she gasped for breath. But then he jammed it back in again. It only took a moment and he began to come. Suddenly she felt his cock start to spasm and she knew it was going to happen. He was going to fill her mouth with cum. But he was still in her throat! She felt hot liquid inside her throat, sliding down. He was cumming right into her throat! It was so disgusting! She pulled back, and then her mouth was filling with his salty jizz. Jenna had never imagined how awful it was. "Don't you dare spit it out!" He was shouting at her. "God your mouth is so fucking sweet!" Wasn't he ever going to stop cumming? Finally, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, the last jet of his cum splattering on her pretty face. "Swallow it!" She shook her head no. She wanted to spit that nasty fluid out. "Jenna! I'm not fucking around. I didn't come in your tight cunt, but our deal was I got to fuck you! That means cumming inside you. Swallow it, or no deal!" She couldn't do it. She shook her head no again and then spit it out on the tile floor. "You fucking bitch!" Jenna just started to cry, looking up at him and wondering what he was going to do. He reached out his hand and slapped her across the face. "Bastard!" He grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her head to the ground. "Lick it up!" "No! Fuck you! Let me go!" "Lick it up, cunt, or so help me I'll beat you senseless!" He grabbed the ruler and slapped her ass hard. She tried to sit up, but he grabbed her hands and lifted them hard, bringing her pain. "STOP! OW! OW! OW! Stop it! I'll lick it up!" He was slapping her ass over and over with the ruler while nearly breaking his arm. But hearing her concede, he relented. He watched as her small pink tongue came out of her mouth and licked at his cum on the floor. She grimaced as she took it into her mouth and swallowed it. Frank was amazed at the site before him. Here was an adorable cheerleader, her skirt up around her waist, her ass in the air and bright red, her hands tied behind her back, her face on the floor licking up cum. He grabbed his digital camera and began snapping pictures. He would be jerking off to this moment for the rest of his life. She heard the clicking and looked up at him. "What are you doing?" "Just making a souvenir. Give me your email address and I'll send you copies." "You really are a bastard!" "You missed some cum, whore. Get to it." She gave him an evil look, but turned her head back to the floor and resumed licking it clean. The sight was so hot that Frank noticed his cock returning to life. He began to stroke it while watching her, and in moments it was back at its full length. There was no way she was going to consent to another round. He had an idea. At this point he figured he could just about do whatever he wanted to this girl. She wasn't going to tell anyone about this episode. He reached in her purse, and found the hand lotion that he had seen when he retrieved the scarf. He then grabbed two pairs of handcuffs from the shelf. "Let's get you untied," he said. She stood up and turned away from him, expecting him to untie her hands. Instead, he pushed her down onto the hard wooden chair onto her knees. She cried out in pain, and tried to stand back up. He pushed her over so her face smacked on the back of the chair. Then, reaching down he slapped one of the handcuffs to her left ankle and the other end to the armrest on the chair. "What the fuck are you doing?" He ignored her, shackling her other foot to the other armrest. Only then did he untie her hands. She immediately tried to hit him, but he dodged easily. He caught her right wrist and pulled it down over the back of the chair as far as it would go. "OW! STOP IT!". He looped the scarf around her wrist and then tied it to the back leg of the chair. He did it again with her other hand. "Bastard! Aren't you done with me?" He pressed his hard cock against her ass in reply. "NO! I can't take anymore." She was now tied securely to the chair in reverse, her ass jutting out behind her. It could not have been comfortable. "What are you going to do to me now?" He showed her her lotion bottle and watched as her eyes widened. He wouldn't! But then she felt him squirt cold lotion on her sore ass. "Please, no. Please, oh God please no." But he wasn't listening to her pleas now. He began rubbing the lotion onto her sore ass. Then, without warning, he shoved a lubricated finger right up her asshole. "FUCK! THAT HURTS! STOP IT!" She pinched her sphincter tight trying to force his finger out. "Yeah, fight it bitch! It makes your asshole that much tighter." "Why? I've done everything you asked! I ate your cum! I let you fuck me! Why won't you let me go?" "Because I'm not done yet! Now, I'm going to fuck your virgin asshole and you are going to talk like the dirty little whore you are. The dirtier you talk, the faster I'll come. Understand?" Jenna was starting to cry again. He let the infraction slide this time. He reached around her torso, and felt her breasts through her sweater. He pulled the sweater up, and freed her tits from her pink bra. "Nice and perky." He slathered lotion all over his rock hard dick, and positioned the head at the entrance to her asshole. "Oh, please, please, please!" He pushed the head inside and she screamed in pain straining against her restraints. She couldn't get away. He began pushing, feeling her sphincter muscles tight. It would be so much easier on her if she would just relax, but he decided not to share that insight with her. "You're killing me! Stop! Stop! God, please stop!" But there was no stopping him now. He decided just to slam the whole cock inside in one motion. She screamed at the top of her lungs. "AAAAAAAAH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" "That's right, cunt! I'm fucking your asshole now!" And he was. He pulled his cock all the way out, and shoved it inside again. This time she screamed, but not as loudly. He repeated the action over and over as she stopped screaming and just cried loudly. "Your asshole is so tight, Jenna. I have never felt anything so incredibly good in all my life! Now, talk dirty to me and make it good or I swear to God I'll keep you here all night!" He was really going to town on her while she sobbed. At first he thought that maybe he had broken her too much, that she had past beyond conscious thought, but then she began. "Oh your prime cock is so good in my asshole. Fuck my asshole. Fuck it! Fuck me! I love your cock in my asshole! It hurts so much, but I love it!" He reached around and grabbed her tits in his hands. "Oh yes, feel me up! Rub my breasts!" "Tits, slut. They are tits!" "Yes, rub my tits! Pull my nipples!" He felt his orgasm rising. She was really getting him hot. She beat him to it. "You're making me cum! Fuck it feels so good! I'm cumming you fucking bastard! You are fucking my asshole and it's making me cum!" And then he was cumming, filling her asshole with cum. "Yes, cum inside me. Fill my ass with your juice! Fuck, yes!" She was really getting into it this time. He wondered if she was really into it, or if she was just trying to get him off quickly. Finally, he pulled out of her ass. "Oh thank God!" she said, "you hurt me so bad!" He grabbed the chair and turned it around shoving his now filthy cock at her face. "Clean it!" "What?" What more was she going to have to endure? "I'm not putting that in my mouth! It's been inside my asshole!" "I'm well aware of where my cock has been, slut! Now, clean it or I'm shoving that ruler right up your asshole!" She didn't know what to do. He would fuck her with that ruler, she was sure of it. Seeing no other option, she opened her mouth and allowed him to put his shit covered cock inside. It was nasty and foul, and she wanted to puke, but she licked him clean, swallowing all of the slimy coating on his rod. Her eyes widened as halfway through he began to get hard again. "No. Please no." But she kept cleaning, hoping maybe he would be done anyway. She wasn't that lucky. Oh why did she ever steal that scarf? He pushed his now fully erect penis back into her throat and fucked her face mercilessly for a full five minutes. Then he pulled out, while she gasped for breath. Turning around he presented his ass to her face. "Lick my asshole!" She was beyond trying to resist at this point. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could and licked his asshole gently. It seemed clean enough. "Stick it deep inside!" Closing her eyes, and trembling, she did what she was told. Her tongue penetrated his anus, tasting a foul residue she could only assume was feces. Soon she had licked it completely clean as deep as her tongue would go. "Oh yes! Yes, you cunt! Lick my asshole! Lick it!" He then pulled away, and turned her chair around again. He shoved his cock deep in her cunt, still sopping wet from her previous orgasm. He alternated between her ass and cunt, pounding her mercilessly as she yelled and begged him to stop. When the time came again, he moved around and came all over her face. He began taking pictures of her again. One of her eyes was glued shut with his cum. Her makeup was still perfect, amazingly. "Oh man, I really have to take a piss." She hoped that meant that he was finally going to let her go. She had done everything he had asked. It was all so disgusting. She felt so violated. So used. All she wanted was to get home and take a long shower and forget that any of this every happened. He opened the door. He was going to leave her tied up while he was gone. Maybe he wasn't going to come back! She began to panic! "Wait! Don't leave me alone!" Frank paused. He glanced at the clock. The store had closed two hours ago. Had he really been fucking this sweet thing that long? He could probably risk it. Grabbing the back of the chair he dragged her with him. "Can't you just let me go?" "Shut up!" He pulled her chair all the way to the basement men's room. It was a filthy one toilet room, that maintenance never remembered to clean despite his years of complaints. It was about to get a lot messier. "Look up here!" Jenna looked up at his face and saw a sinister smile. Suddenly she was hit in the face with a stream of hot piss. "STOP! OH GOD! STOP!" But then she stopped screaming because her mouth was filled with piss. "Open your mouth, slut!" She shook her head no, so he reached up and slapped her hard. "Open it!" She opened her mouth and allowed him to piss directly into it. "Swallow it!" She closed her mouth and managed to swallow his disgusting urine. "Open!" She did it again and again. By the time he stopped pissing on her, she had swallowed six mouthfuls of the vile liquid. Seeing her white uniform stained with his piss, and her now smeared make up was getting him hard yet again. He had not been able to get it up so many times since he was her age. She saw his erection and just started to cry. She knew he was going to use her again. "If I untie you, will you ride me willingly?" Jenna hated being on top. Ben had convinced her to do it once, but she had felt cheap and refused to do it again. But hell, she had already swallowed this man's piss, cum, and shit, how much cheaper could you get? Besides, her legs were starting to cramp and her wrists and ankles hurt a lot. She would have done just about anything to be untied. She nodded her consent. He untied her wrists and unshackled her ankles. He had her remove her piss soaked uniform and underwear. She now stood before him completely naked. Truly she was a goddess. She certainly deserved better than this. He couldn't give a shit. Leading her back to his office, he checked the monitors. The store was dark and locked up for the night. Those bastards never even came down to say goodbye anymore. He led her upstairs to the bedding department. He lied down on one of the bedding displays and motioned for her to follow. "Climb on, and fuck me," he said as she hopped up on the bed. As she slid her slick cunt over his cock he turned her head up to the ceiling. "There's the camera. Look at it, and look like you are having a great time. Speak dirty words, begging me to fuck you. I want a good record of this!" Jenna didn't see what options she had. She didn't want to be on camera, but this asshole already had photographs of her cum covered face and body. If she was really good, maybe he'd finally let her go. She began to ride his cock slowly, taking every inch of it deep inside her. Looking up at the camera she began to speak clearly. "Oh, I love your hard cock! Yeah, fill me up with it. It's prime meat and I love it." He motioned for her to rub her tits, and so she did so. His cock did feel good now, she had to admit, and having her nipples pulled really caused nice sensations in her pussy. She blushed with shame as she realized she was going to make herself cum riding this asshole's cock again. "You're going to make me cum! I'm cumming, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" And she came and came. Frank had decided that he didn't give a fuck if she got pregnant. He was going to cum inside this girl's tight cunt whether she liked it or not. The idea that he could make her with child was really turning her on. "I'm going to fill you up, slut!" She looked away from the camera. "NO! I told you! I'm not on the pill!" He grabbed her wrists, and flipped her over, penetrating her from behind. Pulling her hands behind her back, he pulled her onto his cock over and over. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" But he ignored her. "I'm going to fill that tasty little cunt up with my cum! You're going to have my baby, and every time you see him you'll remember this night." He shoved his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt until he began to come. Shooting hot jizz into her hole, he laughed, "That's right, whore. You are mine. I'll do with you what I want!" "NOOOOO!" but there was nothing she could do. He was filling her with his sperm. She wondered if she was already pregnant! How long did it take? He took the scarf and tied it around her neck. "Get the fuck out of my store, slut!" He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the front door. "You say a word to anyone, and I send the video and pictures to everyone you know, including Stanford!" He pushed her outside. "BUT MY CLOTHES!" He latched the door behind her. He had seen her license, she only lived three blocks away, she'd be alright. She was pounding on the door, "LET ME BACK IN! PLEASE! I'll fuck you again! Please. Anything! Just give me my clothes!" But Frank was finally spent. He wouldn't be getting hard again. He turned his back and went back down to the basement to get the video tape. When he came back upstairs to leave she was gone. He still had her purse. Maybe he would get in touch with her in a few days. She might do anything to keep those pictures from being circulated.