1 comments/ 51402 views/ 4 favorites Be Sure Your Sins By: Fantasymaster Karen was in her early twenties, but was still asked for her ID on many occasions when she went out clubbing. Her hair was long and dark; her face girlishly pretty. She had no problem getting into a size 10, and her breasts were best described as pert with small areolas and dark little nipples that stiffened to the touch. She kept herself toned at the gym, and had a loathing of body hair that meant she was no stranger to the full 'Hollywood'. Her bum constantly drew stares from the men around her, both for its cute shape and her involuntary wiggle when walking. Her legs were slim and smooth. She had taken the job in her local cah and carry as something of a last resort. Jobs were hard to come by in her area, and she needed the money. Being more than qualified for the job, it wasn't very long before she was asked to take on more responsibility, including cash handling, and being responsible for various stock control duties. It wasn't too long before she realised that her Manager, Mr. Robinson, was just working out his last few months before retirement and had all but given up any pretence of controlling his store. Dipping into the tills for a few pounds here and there soon became a daily occurrence, and she found another source of income from selling off stock that never even made it past the delivery bay thanks to the co-operation of one or two drivers who would do pretty much anything for a few quid and a smile from an attractive girl. She soon began to rely on these 'extras' to maintain her lifestyle, and virtually forgot about how illegal her actions were, and how open she was to being blackmailed should anyone find out. The beginning of the end came one day when, on arriving at the store, she discovered that Mr. Robinson had not lived long enough to collect his pension. He had been found on the floor of his office having had a massive heart attack. It was only a few days later when the new guy arrived. Mr. Abel. In his early forties, fat and balding, he was the typical, straight from head office sort of man that had that unhappy knack of getting right up everybody's noses from the moment he set foot on the premises, but he got results. Sadly for Karen, he also knew how to control his cash and his stock, and after a few weeks he told Karen to report to his office one night after work. It was with some trepidation that she walked up the stairs and knocked on his office door. "Come in Karen," he said without even looking up from his papers. "Sit down." She did as he requested. He let her stew for several minutes before looking up from his work and switching on his laptop. "You know, the worst thing about all of this is that you take me for a complete and utter idiot. How long did you think you could get away with all of this?" "All of what?" She stammered, hoping to bluff it out. "Come on girl, don't insult my intelligence. By my quick calculations, I estimate that you have stolen at least £2000 and when I get my share, I'll be able to blame you for nearer £5000, and that's before we add on the value of the stock." He paused and turned his lap top around so that she could see the screen. "Not the usual type of film I amuse myself with, but as you can see, you look particularly guilty in this clip." She had not realised that some new security cameras had been installed, and she had been captured paying off one of the drivers as he loaded some produce straight into the back of her car. "The only question is do I fire you now, or do I fire you after I call the police?" Karen felt the tears start to roll down her cheeks as the full awareness of her situation began to dawn on her. "Have you any idea how hard it is to get any kind of a job following a conviction for theft and embezzlement? Not to mention the prison sentence. You'd be lucky to find work in a brothel." She stared at him through her misty, tear filled eyes, hoping to find some sign of him relenting, some mercy, but there was none. "Is there nothing I can do to make amends?" she whimpered. He sat back in his chair and stared at her for what seemed an age. "I might be able to do something, but it all depends on you. What are you prepared to do for me to make it worth my while to cover this mess up?" She knew she had little choice but to do anything he asked of her. She knew she couldn't face the shame that the discovery of her crimes would bring and the thought of a prison sentence terrified her. "Anything, " she whispered, "anything you tell me, only I must keep my job." "Good," he replied, " I need your services to repay certain debts I have accrued. Money won't pay them off; the people I owe have very particular tastes, and they will be very satisfied with you, provided you are completely obedient to me and to their wishes. You will be my little sex slave until I decide your debts are paid. Do you understand?" She felt her face redden and her breath quicken. She wanted to run, but couldn't move like a rabbit in the headlights. She managed a nod of her head. "Is that a yes?" he asked her. "Yes, yes, what ever you say." "Good. You can start now. If I am going to send you to these people, I need to know exactly what they are going to get." He stood up and went to his office door and locked it. He stood behind her chair and bent his head so as he was very close to her face. She pulled as far away from him as she could. "Your first job is to strip for me. Up here on my desk. I want to explore every inch of you." The full horror of her situation dawned on her, but there was no turning back. She got up on the desk and he sat down in front of her. "Let me see up your dress first," he leered at her. She slowly slid her uniform dress up her legs until the crotch of her tights were visible. "Stop, stop, stop," he ordered, "get those bloody awful things off right now. You will never wear tights again unless specifically ordered to. Do you understand?" "Yes," she nodded, afraid to refuse, and reached up her dress to take them off. His eyes not leaving her, he told her to raise her dress and show him her panties. She regretted being late that morning and in her haste, grabbing a flimsy little black thong. "Very sweet," he said, mocking her, "open your legs slightly" She parted her legs and stood there, on his desk, legs apart as he stared up her dress. "Now take your uniform off please." Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her uniform and slid it off her shoulders, leaving her in just her bra and panties. After what seemed a lifetime, he told her to take them off. Feeling utterly helpless, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra and let it fall from her breasts. "Quickly now," he chided her, "and when you take your knickers down, give them to me and then stand there, legs wide apart, hands behind your head. I want to see it all." She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her thong and slid it down her legs and off. She bent down to retrieve them, and gave them to Mr. Abel. He ran them through his fingers, enjoying their warmth from her body and staring into her eyes, lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply, revelling in the mixture of her scent and womanly odour. "It's good to see you keep yourself shaved," he said, "Spread your legs wider." She did as required, leaving her slit fully visible to him. "Turn round and bend over from the waist, keeping your legs straight," was his next command. Never feeling more exposed in her life, she did so. A she bent from the waist, she felt her breasts fall forwards and her nipples stiffen involuntarily. "Pull your cheeks apart, I want to see your little arsehole." The tears returned as she complied. He forced her to stay like that for several minutes, taking in every nook and cranny of her most private parts. "Stand up, turn back to face me and pull your pussy lips open. I want to see right inside you, and I want to see your clit." When she turned round, she found his chair almost up to the desk, so he had a very close up view of her. Gingerly, she spread her lips apart and pulled them back and up so that her vagina and clit were both visible. He was really enjoying himself now, loving her predicament. His erection was clearly visible through his trousers as he rubbed himself. Unable to contain himself any longer, he unzipped himself, pulled out his stiff, fat cock, and started stroking. He told her to come down from the desk and stand in front of him, and he started to enjoy her body. His hands ran through her hair, down the sides of her face and round her back. As he pulled her to him to kiss her, she recoiled as the sticky tip of his penis rubbed against her belly. He gripped her tightly and forced her mouth open with his tongue and pushed it deep into her mouth, almost making her gag. He pulled back and laughed. "You'll have something to gag on later," he leered. He squeezed her tits roughly and pulled at her nipples till she yelped before moving his hands down and round to her arse where he pulled her cheeks apart and pushed his index finger up her, making her squirm and gasp as his unlubricated finger stretched her. Laughing, he had her sit on his desk with her legs spread and knelt in front of her, tasting her pussy and flicking her clit with his tongue. Unconcerned with her feelings, he stood up again and rubbing her smooth thighs with one hand, rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her pussy, spreading his precum on her. When he penetrated her, it was with a swift hard shove that took her unawares. He took no notice of her initial dryness, and thrust away with unbounded lust. He was never going to last very long, and within a very few minutes, he withdrew and forced her to her knees in front of him. He rubbed his dribbling cock around her face and then made her open her mouth. He pushed his cock past her lips and, masturbating furiously, almost immediately came in her mouth. Her first instinct was to spit it out, and in doing so, it slid down her chin and dropped onto her breast. Holding her head still with her hair, he picked up the cum that had spilt with the tip of his cock, and forced it back into her mouth until she had swallowed it all. Using the hank of hair he had been holding her by, he wiped his cock clean, leaving little flecks of cum stuck in the strands. "O.K. my little slut, you'll do. Now fuck off and be in my office 7.30 tomorrow night. Wear what you like, you'll not be needing your clothes for too long, I'm sure." Make sure you're clean. Don't forget.....no body hair whatsoever. And with that, it was if she didn't exist to him. He ignored her as she tried to rub the taste of him from her lips before hurriedly dressing and making her exit. She just made it outside before she was sick from her ordeal and couldn't help thinking that if that was just the beginning, what other horrors did this pervert have in store for her. Part 2... Karen has an 'examination'. She spent the whole of the next day in a state of mounting panic, wondering what the evening had in store for her. She left early, waxed, showered, dressed casually and was back in Mr. Abel's office by the stated time. He looked her up and down like a piece of meat as she entered. " 127, Spinney Hill Rise, Torrington. Can you find that?" "Yes Mr. Abel." "Be there by 9.00pm. Ring the bell and ask for the Doctor. You will comply with his every wish and obey his every request, no matter what, no matter how perverted. Do you understand? If I get any negative comments, if you're late, my file on you goes straight to the police." "Yes sir." "Why are you still here then?" With that, she left. The address she had been given was about an hour away. It was all she could do to concentrate on her driving with so many dark thoughts running wild in her head. She forgot where the road was to start with, such were her nerves, but managed to find the address with minutes to spare. Automatically checking her appearance in her mirror, she left the car and walked up to the door and rang the bell. An old man, about 65 years of age, slightly scruffy, with unkempt grey hair opened the door. "Ah. You'll be Karen. I'm Dr. Fry. Come in, we've been expecting you. "Charles, Charles," he called, "the young lady is here for her appointment." The mention of an 'appointment' made her nerves worse. As she was shown through by 'The Dr', things got considerably worse. What kind of doctor sees patients in a private house at 9.00pm with an assistant called Charles and no sign of a nurse, she had been thinking. Her worst suspicions were fulfilled when she was ushered into a large room, completely kitted out as a gynaecological examination room. Charles, who turned out to be a nerdy looking young man in a crumpled suit and a dirty shirt and food splashed tie, entered the room behind her. "Now my dear," said Dr. Fry in an eerily creepy way, I will be carrying out a complete psychosexual examination. Charles is my student, and he will assist me and repeat certain procedures as and when required. Now I know that when you visit your GP or gynaecologist, every effort is made to protect your modesty, but here, we pay little attention to these minor details." "Well, lets make a start. You can undress right there, and then sit on the table facing us." "Charles, you must observe the way in which the young lady disrobes. It can tell you so much about her character, her promiscuity, her lifestyle. Watch closely." The pair of them sat and watched her strip whispering to each other as she removed each item of clothing. When she was naked, she did as instructed and sat on the edge of the examination table. "We have some questions to begin with," said the Dr. "Please answer truthfully or we will become most offended and believe me you would not appreciate the consequences. You will always address us as 'Doctor' As he spoke to her, he toyed menacingly with one of the more horrific looking instruments on his table. She understood. "You may start Charles." Charles began to ask a series of questions from the page in front of him, making much of writing down her answers to prolong the quiz. Each question seemed to be more intimate and embarrassing than its predecessor. "Name?" "Karen Small, Dr." "Age?" "24, Dr." "Vital statistics?" "32c - 24 - 34, Dr." " At what age did you lose your virginity?" "Sixteen, Dr" "Sexual orientation?" "Straight, Dr." "Any lesbian experiences?" "No, Dr." "How often do you masturbate?" "Occasionally, Dr." "Have you ever been penetrated anally? "No, Dr." As the questions became more and more intimate, it became very clear that this was going to be far from any intimate examination she had ever experienced. "I think that's enough for now, Charles. We can learn much more from the examination itself. I shall now demonstrate the technique, and then you can try yourself." "Stand up please Karen. Legs apart, and hands behind your head. Stand facing Charles." "Now Charles, we start with an overall appraisal of the subject's health." He loosened her pony tail and ran his hands through her hair, and then had her open her mouth and inspected her teeth. "She is in good general condition," he said, " we would normally check the body and pubic hair for signs of lice infestation, but as this young lady depilates, we will proceed." He ran his hand over her vulva, sliding his fingers along the line of her groin as far as her anus. "You wax, don't you?" "Yes Dr." "I can always tell. Waxing is so much more thorough and leaves the pubic area much smoother. Come and try for yourself, Charles." Charles stood in front of her and repeated the old man's fumblings, agreeing with him that she was very smooth. "Please get up on the table now my dear." She sat up on the edge of the table. "Next is the breast examination. This is how the basic test is done, Charles." Charles stood in front of her and watched intently as the old man palpated her breasts and when he was satisfied, Charles repeated the exam, pawing at her like an over anxious teenager. "Now we can go a little further, and judge the girl's sexual reactions by how quickly her nipples stiffen." He squeezed and rolled her nipples between finger and thumb and pulled on them. Against her will, they eventually rose and hardened, much to the old man's delight. "Very good my dear. Your turn Charles." Charles took his turn with obvious delight. He pinched and twisted and pulled with great and obvious pleasure until he was satisfied that her nipples were as hard as he was going to make them. "Next, we will start the pelvic area and recto-vaginal exam. You need to have your bottom right on the very end, Karen, and then place your feet in the stirrups and let you knees fall wide apart please. Arms by your side." She took up the position as instructed, and awaited the next molestation with dread. She could feel her face turning crimson with embarrassment, and she tried to look anywhere apart from at the two men violating her when she realised that every poster on the walls showed an open vagina. An involuntary shudder ran through her as she realised she was totally at the mercy of two madmen. "Come down to this end, Charles so you can watch as I examine the vaginal area." Charles stood as close as he could and stared intently between her legs. "We start by running our fingers over the surface of the vulva, parting the lips and pushing back the clitoral hood to examine for any signs of warts or other infections. Next, we can examine the lips and vaginal entrance and that little bit between the vagina and anus, the perineum." This he did, lingering over her clitoris with lascivious pleasure. "You have a very pretty clitoris, my dear. A pretty shade of pink, not too long, but easily found under its hood. Come and locate it for yourself, Charles." Charles also took his time separating her lips and pulling her hood back to find her little pink nub which he rubbed enthusiastically. "While we are examining this area, Charles we can check the condition of her urethra, where her pee comes from. We'll do this together, so if you gently pull back her lips on your side, I'll do this side." She could feel herself being pulled apart by the two men, becoming wide open to their explorations. "There it is," said Dr. Fry, "can you see that little opening?" She felt his fingers pointing out her little pee hole to Charles, and as the two men rubbed their fingers over it, began to feel the urge to pee. Dr. Fry noticed the opening close as she tried to control her bladder. "It is quite common at this stage for the woman to feel the urge to pee. Do you want to go?" he asked her. "Yes please, where's the toilet?" asked Karen. "You may use this bed pan right here. We need to watch you to ensure you produce the correct flow. I will put the pan on this stool, and you can slightly squat over it, holding yourself wide open so we can see everything." They stood in front of her as she got off the table and squatted slightly over the bedpan with her legs wide apart and her fingers spreading herself wide open. It took a short time to begin, but she started to pee while the two perverts watched her closely. When she stopped, Charles offered her some tissue and watched as she wiped herself. She couldn't think when she had felt more exposed and embarrassed. "Now we will proceed to the pelvic area. For this, Charles, we must insert two fingers into the vagina and then press down with the other hand to feel her ovaries and womb. At the same time, you can feel her cervix at the top of her vagina, and by moving the fingers gently, examine the vaginal walls." Be Sure Your Sins The old man slid his fingers inside her and pushed them right inside, twisting them about with little or no pretence of any real exam. "The tightness of her vagina can also be assessed, but I find the only definitive way to do this is with the erect penis." Karen felt the panic rise in her at this remark. The idea of being raped by both these nutters was repulsive in the extreme, but she knew she must submit. "We can have a proper look inside her by the use of a speculum," he said, picking one up from his table. "This should be lubricated with warm water and inserted gently whilst holding her lips apart. You can then spread the vagina walls using this little screw here, and there you are." Charles was clearly delighted when it was his turn to push the cold metal instrument inside her, and spent what seemed like an age peering into her. "Now we examine the anus and, by inserting a finger into the anal passage, we can learn a lot more about her uterus and other internal organs." He pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her little star to his view. "Now if you don't want this to hurt, missy, you push down when you feel my finger start to enter you." The idea of cooperating in her anal violation repulsed her, but the thought of pain scared her more so she did as she was told. When Charles had his go, he was rougher, but by that time her hole had begun to stretch slightly and relax as a result of Dr. Fry's ministrations. "That, apart from taking a smear, is about it for the basics. We will now move on to a more complete examination, and go on to test the girl's sexual abilities. Again we'll start with the basics. I want you to masturbate for us, Karen. It is important that we can judge your sexual reaction time, and rate the strength of your orgasm. Charles and Dr. Fry sat down between her open legs and waited for her to start. She let her hand slowly creep down to her wide open vulva and started to rub along her lips, gradually concentrating on her clitoris before inserting two fingers from her other hand deep inside her and frigged herself to orgasm in front of their intense gaze. It took her about twenty long minutes before she groaned and bucked against her fingers and the two creeps enjoyed every second of her humiliation. " Charles, I think it is time to explore this young lady's back passage further. You can insert your penis in there, and tell me what you feel." Charles did his bidding. He dropped his trousers and his erection was instantly visible under his pants. He slid them down and his cock sprang up to his belly, long, veiny, circumcised, but thankfully for Karen, not too thick. He was just about to force himself in when Dr. Fry stopped him. "Lubricant, Charles, Lubricant. We don't want to harm her now, do we?" Karen was shocked that they should have any feelings concerning her, but , in a perverse way grateful, to feel the cold sticky gel being massaged around her bum. Charles tried again, and this time, pushed his way past her sphincter deep into her bowels. "If you put your fingers in her vagina and press down, you can feel your cock inside her back passage." This sensation ,however proved too much for him and he managed only two or three thrusts before he turned bright red and shot his load deep inside her. "Oh Charles," scolded Dr. Fry. "You must learn more control." However, if we wait a moment or two, we will see your semen trickle out of her no doubt." Seconds later, she felt the warm sticky fluid dribble out of her distended anus. "There you are. What a lovely sight. Now I must complete her sensitivity test myself." While Charles watched intently, the old man started to rub her breasts and then pulled his semi erect cock out. He pulled his long foreskin back and rubbed it over her clitoris, down between her lips, around her cum soaked backside and tried to put it inside her, but he wasn't hard enough. Not to be denied, he moved up to where he could reach her nipples with the tip of his sticky cock and rubbed himself all over them, leaving smears of Charles' cum which he had picked up from her arse. With surprising agility for his age, he got up on the table, and squatting over her face, demanded that she lick his arsehole and after a few minutes of this, he moved back slightly to let his droopy old balls sag into her mouth. Within seconds of this, he turned himself round, and kneeling over her face, masturbated himself to orgasm, letting his cum drip onto her cheek and across her nose and lips. As his orgasm wore off, he rubbed the tip of his uncut cock over her mouth and made her suck him clean. When he had got off, Charles stuck his cock in front of her and demanded she did the same for him. The bitter taste of her own anal juices mingled with the saltiness of the two men's cum nearly made her gag, but she just managed to hold it back. "Right my dear," said Dr. Fry, you may shower, dress and depart. We will contact Mr. Abel when we require you for another appointment. It is obvious we still have much to explore." She began to wonder what more indignation she could suffer at their hands, but then thought better of it. Charles showed her to the shower and stood and watched her as she tried to scrub their fluids and memory from her body. She dressed hurriedly and they showed her out of the house as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She got in her car and sped home. She had to be in work early the next day to report back to Mr. Abel and she had no doubt he would want every sordid detail before sending her on her next assignment. Part 3 She was summoned to Mr Abel's office as soon as she got to work, as she suspected. He had her sit on his desk, legs wide open so he could look up her skirt while she told him of her trials from the previous night. At one point the got up and walked round behind her and grabbed her breasts roughly, putting his hands under her clothes and rubbing her over her bra. As she finished her account, he pulled out his cock and had her kneel in front of him. "Suck me off, you dirty little bitch. Make sure you use your tongue well, and swallow my cum." He was so turned on by her story of last night that it didn't take him long to cum. He flooded her mouth with salty cum and he made her show him how much was in there before she swallowed it. "What a good little whore you are. I think we'll make this a daily routine. Oh, and by the way, you will not wear any panties to work as of now. Get them off." She reached up her skirt and slipped her knickers down as he ogled her. He took them from her and made a big thing of sniffing and licking at the crotch. "Men would pay good money for these," he told her, "maybe we should start selling them?" He grinned, enjoying her discomfort. "I have your next assignment. You are to be at 'The Laurels' on Stoneypark Road at 9.00 pm. It's one of those big places up there. You will be dressed in black. Short black dress, black underwear, black hold up stockings, black high heels. Usual terms; no lateness, no refusals. You may not enjoy tonight as much as my friend , but hey, you're a lying thieving whore so who cares? Hahahahaha! Now get out of here and remember, don't bend down to far! Hahahahahaha! His sarcastic, cruel laughter ushered her out of his office. Her mind was racing, wondering exactly what was coming that night. The address he had given her was on a long road known locally as 'millionaire's row' due to the size and luxury of the houses there. A party? An orgy? She would find out soon enough. Arriving at the given time, she parked her car near to the front entrance and rung the bell. She had dressed as required, applied her make up with great care and her hair was immaculate. She was any man's dream. As the door opened, she drew in a big breath to try and calm herself. "Hello, I'm Karen." The man who stood there was in his mid thirties, about six foot and obviously in good shape. In any other situation, she would have fancied him big time, but not tonight. She knew she was there for some perverted reason, and more than likely, this man would be her tormentor. "Hello Karen. My name is of no consequence to you. Come in." She went into the mansion and found herself in a large hallway with several rooms off and a large sweeping stairway. Money was obviously not a problem here. The man looked her up and down and seemed satisfied with her efforts. "You may call me 'Sir' or 'Master', he told her, "you will only speak when spoken to. You will do as commanded instantly, any hesitation or refusal will be dealt with very severely. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," she replied, beginning to sense what would be required of her. "Good girl." He smiled down at her and called, "Mary, come to the hall and meet Karen." An attractive, though slightly older woman came almost immediately from one of the rooms and embraced her with a kiss on each cheek. "This is my wife, Mary. She has been very keen to meet you. We have been planning this for some time. Take her to our playroom, Mary and wait for me there. I will be along presently." Mary led her away from the hall, and into one of the strangest rooms she had ever seen. Decorated in a very masculine way with dark leather furniture, a dining table set for two, and, a bare brick wall at one end, her gaze was drawn to the array of equipment in front of that bare wall. There was a large cross in the shape of an X, various whips, paddles and chains and a myriad of other equipment designed to inflict pain and humiliation. Kate's blood ran cold at the thought of what was to come. Seeing her face drain of colour, Miriam put an arm around her. "Don't worry dear, he never goes too far the first time. Things may get a little uncomfortable, but you'll be OK. I have to make sure you are as requested now. What are you wearing under your dress?" "A black bra, black knickers and black hold up stockings," Karen replied, trying to keep her voice from betraying the fear she felt. "Good, I have to check that you are shaved, dear. Pull your dress up and slide your panties to one side please." Quivering with embarrassment as she had never been intimate in any way with a woman before, she did as requested, and Mary seemed satisfied. "Right, now come and stand here." She led her to the side of the table to a place where she would be completely visible to whoever sat there. Mary took her place at the table and a couple of minutes later the man entered. He looked at Mary and then looking into Karen's eyes asked her: "Has she been inspected?" "Yes sir," replied his wife. "And all is as it should be?" "Yes sir" "Good. Karen, you will stand there and await my pleasure." He poured a couple of drinks for Mary and himself, and sat at the table, looking Karen up and down. He made no pretence of disguising his lust. He had those eyes that could undress a woman while she stood there. "Mr. Abel has done very well, don't you think Miriam?" "Yes sir," was her subdued reply, "very well." "I like her. She has a sweet face, lovely hair and a very nice figure. We are going to enjoy a very pleasant evening." They continued talking about her as she didn't exist for some time until the man rose and slowly started to circle Kate. The next thing, she felt the zip of her dress being pulled down and the man roughly pulled it down as far as her waist. Before she had a chance to react, he did the same with her bra, pulling the straps down her arms and pulling it down around her tummy. "Keep your hands behind your back and don't move unless you are told." "Yes, M,M,Master," she stammered. She was left, standing there, her breasts on view to the man and Mary when the door opened, and a butler came in and started to serve the meal. "Good evening Samuel, just a light dinner this evening, I hope?" "Yes sir," he replied, sneaking a long look at Karen before he left. The two enjoyed their meal, making small talk, ignoring Karen until, after he had drained his wine glass, he rose from the table and standing behind her, pulled her dress and bra to the floor, leaving her standing there in her stockings and panties. He sat down and the butler returned to clear their plates and serve dessert. Finishing this, the man rose once again and this time stood in front of Karen and pulled her panties down as far as her knees. "Keep your legs apart now, girl. I want your panties to stay round your knees for now." This she did, turning crimson as he and his wife unashamedly stared at her and discussed her. "I like her pussy, don't you darling? It's a nice shape and her lips are quite small. We will have fun with that, won't we. I'm going to enjoy watching you eat her later." Karen looked at Mary, but she had her eyes averted. Just then, the butler came back with coffee and liqueurs. "Ah, Samuel, can you please check out how smooth our young lady here is. Make sure she's up to standard." "My pleasure sir, purred the butler and stood to the side of Karen so that Mary and her husband could witness the 'inspection'. He looked directly into Karen's eyes as he roughly groped between her legs and between the cheeks of her bum. He then used one hand to spread her open while he checked along the line of her lips to feel for any stray hair. "Perfect, sir," he said. "And her aroma?" Spreading her open again, he quickly pushed two fingers inside her and moved them up and down until she started to lubricate herself with her juices. When he felt his fingers getting moist, he pulled them out and sniffed them. "I'm, sure you will find her most appealing sir." Bizarrely, he then went to the man and offered his fingers for him to smell. "Mmmm....very nice," said the man, watching Karen for her reaction. "Mary, what do you think?" Mary copied his example and pronounced her enjoyment. "That's all Samuel. You may take the rest of the night off." "Thank you sir," said Samuel and retired from the room. "I'm just going to change," he said, getting up from the table. Put her on the cross and I'll be right back." As soon as he left the room, Mary led her over to the cross. "Take your panties right off now and stand there, dear, and let me get you sorted." She stood her facing the cross, and shackled each leg to one of the struts and each arm above her head, leaving her spread eagled. As she finished, she whispered to Karen: "Don't worry, I told you, he won't hurt you too much this time. Just do as you are told and everything will be O.K." Karen looked over her shoulder as the door opened. The man came in. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only a pair of well tailored, but tightly fitting black trousers. His chest was flat, smooth and well toned. His arms were well muscled, but not overly so. He had a six pack and as Kate watched him, his cock was easily visible under his trousers. She could see it's outline as he moved towards her. "Mary, you seem to be overdressed my love, let's get comfortable eh?" Mary stood to one side, just behind Karen, and stripped completely. She was bigger all round than Karen, but she too was obviously fit. Her breasts were full and beautifully shaped with no sign of surgery, her tummy firm and her legs in good proportion. Like Karen, her mound was shaven. Her pussy lips were larger and easily visible. Bound, as she was to the cross, with her legs spread wide, it was beginning to dawn on Karen just how vulnerable she was. As if to emphasise this, she felt the man's hand start to caress her. He ran his fingers down her back and round her tummy and up to her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen under his palms. He let his hands drop to her backside and jiggled her cheeks before pulling them apart and inserting his middle finger in her pussy. "Come and join me Mary, this young thing feels wonderful to the touch." When Mary's hands found her breasts, Karen involuntarily tried to pull away. She had never felt the touch of another woman before tonight. The man noticed and pushed Mary back. He grabbed Karen's hair and pulled her head back. "What's the matter, bitch," he said menacingly with his face right beside hers, "is my wife's touch unpleasant to you?" "No sir," whispered Karen, "its just that I've never been with a woman before." "Do you think I care?" You may not recoil at any time. Now I have to punish you." He went over to his collection of whips and canes. Selecting a cat of soft leather thongs, he went back to Karen. "Five with this I think to start, you count Mary." The first blow landed right across her back. His skilful use made her skin redden, but there was less pain than Karen expected and more a feeling of humiliation and helplessness. The second landed on her ass as did the next. The fourth caught her around the top of her thighs and stung a little more and the last went to the inside of her left thigh and caused her to yelp. "Did I say you could speak?" Now were going to have to start on the front. Turn her round , Mary." Mary obeyed and reshackled Karen so she was facing them both. She felt even more vulnerable now, and still had the warmth from her lashes on her back. As he came back towards her, the soft leather cat had been replaced with a riding crop. He stood as close as he possibly could to her and began to rub the tip of the crop over her body. She felt her nipples stiffen as he flicked them gently and then he slid it between her legs, running it back and forth and pulling it upwards to ensure he stimulated her clit. When he had enjoyed this for several minutes, he stopped and pulling Mary away, whispered in her ear. She went and collected several items which Karen could not make out. "Part of the pleasure of sex is anticipation," he said, "just as I am anticipating using your vagina and your mouth, and all the other pleasures to come, You will learn to anticipate. Give me the blindfold, Mary." The blindfold obscured her view completely. She was left alone for what seemed like an age to her when suddenly enough to make her jump, she felt a hand between her legs gently rubbing her clit before the fingers entered her. Then she realised that the softness of touch could only be Mary's. A rough hand squeezed a breast. Him. A soft palm on her tingling buttock. Mary. She felt her fingers withdraw and then came a 'crack' as the crop hit her on her mound. Next an ice cube on her nipples letting cold water trickle down her chest and belly then another hit with the crop. This time it was his rougher fingers that entered her while she felt that soft, gentler touch on her breasts. This went on for some time. To her great surprise, Karen felt herself actually getting turned on and when she was expecting another hit from the crop, suddenly she felt the warm, moist attention from a mouth and tongue over her pussy. It was impossible to tell at first whose it was until he whispered into her ear: "It's Mary." As he leant towards her, Karen realised that he must be naked because she felt his cock rub against her. Mary continued with her attentions and Karen felt more and more aroused under the skilful ministrations of both of them. When Mary pulled away, Karen was nearly ready to cum. Pushing two fingers into her with ease, He bent towards her and asked her: "Do you want to cum?" "Yes master, I want to cum now," she groaned. His fingers left her to be replaced with Mary's pulling her apart leaving her now swollen clit jutting our from beneath its hood. The next thing she felt was incredible. He was using a huge vibrator with a big rounded head and the force of it made her cum right then. Far from letting her orgasm subside, however, he pushed the vibrator hard against her until another wave of orgasm shook her body, then another and another until she was literally hanging by the straps holding her arms to the cross, unable to support herself. Be Sure Your Sins Getting her down from the cross, they helped her over to one of the large settees that had been pulled out into a bed. They laid her down, and the man forced her legs back and apart and entered her. She took him easily even though he was hung like a horse, so wet was she from her multiple orgasms. Mary manoeuvred herself over her face and spreading her lips, pulled Karen towards her. For the first time in her life she tasted another woman. The feel of Mary's lips and then the hardness of her clit in Karen's mouth was completely new, but she had been pushed to such a sexual height that she didn't care. Mary's juices flowed, and it wasn't long before she came right over Karen's mouth. He pulled out of her and pulled Karen towards him by the back of her neck, kissing her roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth, tasting his wife's juices from Karen's mouth and face. He positioned the women into a 69 position with Karen on her back between Mary's legs. He rubbed the purple, distended end of his cock all over Karen's face before using her mouth. When he pulled out of her mouth, he had Karen open Mary up for him and had her guide his cock into her vagina. A few strokes later, he pulled out and put it back into Karen's mouth. This time he had Karen lick Mary's anus before he penetrated her there. As before, after several hard thrusts, he pulled out pushed himself back into Karen's mouth. Mary was licking and fingering Karen while she was getting it from her husband and soon Karen came again while she was licking the man's balls as he was fucking his wife. He seemed to be able to go forever, when suddenly he withdrew from Mary's gaping backside and pulled both women to their knees. Mary had been there before and knew what was expected of her. Grabbing his cock, she rubbed it over Karen's face before presenting it at her lips. Kate took it in her mouth while Mary rubbed his long shaft. Mary pulled it out and sucked it herself for a short time while Karen's face was pressed into his balls. Knowing her man. Mary pulled Karen back up so that she was looking straight at his cock and pumped it furiously. The first gobbets of cum spattered across her lips, then her nose and chin were hit and then a long spurt hit her on the forehead and started to run down the side of her face. The final eruption went over her head and into her hair. She tried to scrape it of her face with her hands, but was stopped by Mary. It was Mary's job to lick it from her face and doing so, she tilted Karen's face back squeezing her jaw, opened Karen's mouth and spat his cum in to her until it was all laying on her tongue. "Swallow it," Mary told her, and as the man watched her, she did. Satisfied that her mouth was empty, he presented his still tumescent cock to both the women to be cleaned, Mary took it first and Karen next, both women sucking and licking along his entire length until they were both satisfied no trace of semen remained. "Take her to the shower, wash her and send her home," were his parting words as he turned and left the two women bathed in sweat and their own juices. Karen was surprised at how much she enjoyed Mary's tenderness as she helped her to bathe. "You did really well tonight for a novice," Mary said, "thank you. You can't imagine how he treats me if it goes wrong." "Why do you stay with him?" asked Karen. "We have a great lifestyle, I get everything I want and need, and to tell the truth, I quite enjoy our weird sex life. Sometimes he brings another man to use me, some times we have another girl. I saw you cumming tonight, can you honestly say you've ever cum like that before?" Karen was silent for a long time, playing back the evening's events in her mind, but finally had to admit that Mary was right. Maybe Mr. Abel's tasks would not be so unpleasant as she first thought. How wrong could she be........ Part 4 In his office the next morning, she had just performed her morning blow job for him. As she got up off her knees, and stood beside him Mr Abel slid his hand up her thigh, idly toying with her. "I had a very good report of your conduct last night, my little whore. He wants You back very soon. I understand second visits can be a lot more painful than last night." She jumped as he pinched her at the top of her thigh. He laughed, cruelly. "Anyway, I have another date for you. It's not until next week. 93, Bilton Road, South View Estate. 8.00 pm. Now go and do some work for me." He dismissed her from his office having had a quick grope of her pussy as she left. The address he had given her was the complete opposite of where she had been last night. The area had a terrible reputation for crime, drugs, prostitution and all things bad. The week passed and she eventually found a taxi company that would take her to the given address. It was a grubby, typical down at heel, uncared for old house. Music was blaring out, and the smell of cigarettes and booze as well as various illegal substances was obvious, even before the door was opened. When her knocks were answered, it was a big man, hair shaved and tattoos everywhere that answered the door. He took a long swig from his Special Brew can and looked Karen up and down. "Are you Abel's little slut?" he asked her and belched loudly. "Mr. Abel sent me, yes," she replied. "Best get your arse inside then, eh?" She had to squeeze past him to get into the house. As she did, he pulled the top of her blouse forward and looked down her front. "I like little tits," he leered at her and laughed. "Hey lads," he shouted over the music, "the tart's here." She walked into a crowded living room and all faces turned towards her. There must have been at least fifteen men there, one other frightened looking young woman and an older woman. The men were all at least forty, some probably approaching sixty. All pretty similar. Shaven or cropped hair, multitudes of tattoos, some even spelt correctly, pot bellies, vest tops, bad body odour, crude, viscous and unfeeling. She knew she was in trouble. The other girl in the room was even younger than her. She appeared to be from the area and swapped frightened glances with Kate. Her name was Carrie and she had been dragged into one of these parties before. The older woman was Eve, a pretty name which tried to mask her less than pretty nature. She was definitely in control. The men all seemed to defer to her and nobody wanted to cross her. "Right lads," Eve shouted over the general noise, "lets get started." The men positioned themselves around the outside of the room, leaving a space in the middle in which two guys placed a low wooden coffee table. Several video cameras were in evidence. Carrie and Karen were told to stand up on the coffee table. Karen felt a bit like a piece of meat in a butcher's window, sensing the dirty looks from all present. Carrie looked at her almost apologetically, knowing what was coming. "Right you two, you are the centre of our fun and games tonight," said Eve, "you will look after my boys and do as you're told. No exceptions. They deserve a good time and you are going to provide it. Boys, they are all yours, do what you want with them, but remember this, I want to see all your cum on young Karen here. I don't care where it gets put in the first place, but it must all go on her at some stage." "Let's give the boys a bit of a show first girls. I want you both to strip, wank, and then suck each other off. Go on now, my boys are keen to see you." Karen was petrified. Carrie started to undress and pulled her top over her head and this broke Karen out of her terrified trance. She was wearing a blouse top, short skirt, and the usual underwear and stockings. She started by unbuttoning her blouse and let it drop behind her. A chorus of obscene cat calls began. "Get your tits out!" "Show us your cunt!" She hated that word. Cunt. It seemed to encapsulate all that was dirty and nasty and perverted, and confirmed the worst of what she thought about those present. Trying hard to ignore the cat calls, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall down her legs. Carrie was wearing a tight pair of jeans and was wriggling out of them. Both girls were down to their underwear, and, knowing they couldn't stop, reached up in unison behind them to unhook their bras. As their breasts were exposed, the cat calls and whistles got even louder. "Nice tits, girl." "Look at those jugs!" Karen slid her stockings off, and then she had no choice but to pull her panties down. She kicked them off just as Carrie pulled hers down, and the two of them stood there and suffered the jeers and taunts of the men around them. "Spread your legs, bitches!" "Spread your arse, woman!" "Yeah, show us your shitter!" This bought a chorus of raucous laughter. "Come on, let's see you wank!" The last remark reminded Karen of what she had been told, and she started to rub herself, not knowing how she could possibly have an orgasm in front of this baying crowd. Carrie had also started to caress her self. Karen closed her eyes, and tried with all her mind to imagine herself somewhere else. After what seemed an age, she felt her self getting wet, and her clit started to swell and become more sensitive. Opening her eyes, she found that several of the men had sat themselves on the floor in front of the table and were staring straight between her legs. She rubbed her self harder, and put two fingers inside herself, and to her surprise, felt herself cumming. As she reached her orgasm, her knees buckled and she couldn't help but let out a low groan. Carrie was not far behind her. Ironic cheers filled the room. "Come on you bitches, now you're warmed up, suck some cunt!" The two girls arranged themselves on top of the coffee table, 69 style. Karen felt Carrie's fingers spread her wide, and then she felt her mouth lower on to her pussy. She was on her back, looking up between Carrie's thighs and her pussy was just over her mouth. She parted the girls lips and started to flick her clit with the tip of her tongue. To her horror, two guys circled the girls with their video cameras, urging them on to deeper and deeper depths of depravity. Carrie came first, grinding her crotch into Karen's face, leaving her juices all over her. Karen struggled to get there and took some time longer, but eventually managed it. She got anther round of obscene cat calls for her trouble. "I want you next girls, before I turn these animals loose." Eve had stripped and was standing there, shameless in front of the room. She had Carrie kneel in front of her, using her fingers and mouth on her hairy pussy, and Karen had the less pleasant job of pushing her arse cheeks apart and rimming her. The men in the room were getting less rowdy now, and the atmosphere was becoming more intensely sexual. The guys were stripping as she looked out of the corner of her eyes. Eve had them change places, and took great pleasure in grinding her crotch into Karen's face. As she came, a short spurt of fluid hit Karen in the face. "See lads, even I came on her!" "Nice one Eve, get Carrie to clean her up," came a voice from the back. Carrie stood up and held Karen's face gently and licked the older woman's juices off her. It was the last gentle thing Karen would feel for some time. "O.K. lads, they're all yours. Remember, when you want to cum, use Karen, get stuck in now." Karen was helpless as the men approached her. Hands were all over her, rubbing, pulling, pinching and probing every inch of her. A man in his mid fifties with a scruffy beard, stinking of beer pressed his mouth over hers pushing his tongue past her lips. Another gave her a love bite on the base of her neck. At least three different pairs of hands seemed to roam between her breasts and bottom. "Spread her out lads, I'm going in!" This met with low chuckles from his mates, and Karen was spread eagled on the floor. The first cock to enter her was fairly average, but the one rubbing around her face was much bigger. He grabbed her hair and slid his cock over her mouth and then pushed it in, nearly gagging her. There was no attempt to take her feelings into account, she was just there to be used for their gratification. The guy in her pussy came quite quickly, spurting his cum deep inside her. As he pulled out, Eve appeared with a video camera. "Push that cum out girl," she ordered. Karen didn't have to try hard. The man's cum had already started to dribble out of her and was running down into her backside. "Stay there, Eve," puffed the man in her mouth and almost immediately shot his load. Some went in her mouth, and some over her face. Emily got it all on camera. Not even bothering to clean her up, two more men got hold of her. One laid down and had Karen impale herself on his long prick. She felt it against her cervix as she settled on him. Another stood in front of her and offered his cock to be sucked. Positioned like this, she could see Carrie getting treated in a similar way. The man that was enjoying Carrie's mouth suddenly pulled out and rushed over to Karen, and just reaching her, shot his wad over her face. This made the guy in her mouth cum and he shot down her throat, almost making her sick. The man fucking her changed her position so that Karen was on her back, legs being held apart by two other men, one with the camera. As the man doing Carrie finished, she was pulled to her feet and, squeezing her pussy tightly together was placed kneeling over Kate's face. Carrie spread her self, and the cum from her latest assailant dripped into Karen's mouth. Another man got behind Karen and forced her head up so that she had no choice but to have Claire's pussy between her lips. The man inside Karen came, and Carrie was made to suck his jism out of her and spit it onto her tits where eager hands rubbed it in. By this time, enough bodily fluids had accumulated between both girls legs to allow their arseholes to be used with ease. They were placed, kneeling up with their arses pushed out, side by side and anally raped by several men in turn. In between each man, Karen was forced to suck the last one's cum out of Carrie's anus and Carrie was made to do the same from Karen's, except Carrie had to then kiss Karen, ensuring that all the cum was transferred to her mouth for Karen to swallow. One of the oldest men there had Carrie wank him off all over Karen's pussy before he made Carrie suck all his cum up and push it into his mouth before he kissed Karen and let it all dribble down her throat. Several men had Karen lick their arses while they were getting a blow job from Carrie. Several more enjoyed Karen licking their shafts while they were in Carrie's pussy or arse. Eve gathered quite a crowd around her as, about half way through the evening, she fucked both girls with a massive strap on. The guy with the biggest cock there had both girls lick his shaft at the same time, so their tongues collided over the end of his prick. His cum hit Carrie in the eye, stinging her until Karen licked it out. Karen remembered serving five guys at the same time during one part of the night. One in each hole, and two being masturbated by her. After about four hours of every sexual excess and debased act she could imagine, it seemed to Karen that every man there must have cum at least twice, some three times. The men seemed to be spending more time drinking beer than fucking. Then somebody had another idea. "Get the paddling pool!" "Yeahhh!" went up the cheer. A large paddling pool was placed in the middle of the room and the girls told to kneel in it. Eve filmed them, cum dripping from Karen's face and tits and had the two of them kiss and fondle each other. Then, beckoning someone else to come and hold the camera, she spread her legs, opened her lips wide and pissed over the two helpless girls. "Shower time boys!" called Eve, and without further invitation, all the men started to form a circle around the two forlorn women and began to piss over them. They were literally showered in urine, but not even this could rid Karen of all the cum on her. She could still feel it between her legs and ass cheeks. It was still visible in her hair and eyebrows and lashes. When they had all done, Eve took some final footage of them both in that obscene pool, and made them piss over each other, pussies wide open. "OK, bitches, you can fuck off now." Wiping cum and piss from her eyes, Karen asked for the shower. The guy laughed in her face, grabbed her coat with one hand, and Karen with another and dragged her to the front door, opened it and through her out into the cold, wet night. Naked on the street, she pulled her coat around her, sank to the ground and cried and cried and cried. Some time later, she pulled herself together and started the long walk home. She knew how she must appear, and all she could smell in her nostrils was the disgusting mixture of cum, piss and bad body odour. When she got home, she made straight for the shower and soaked her self clean for hours. The next day at work, she went to Mr. Abel's office as usual. She thought she had been through the lowest point in her life until he sat her down and switched on his laptop. "I've been editing this all night, he told her as the title came up: 'The Sexual Adventures of Karen, a thief and embezzler.' The film started from the first security camera footage he showed her, and followed with every sexual act she had committed at Mr. Abel's request. " This is my favourite bit he said as he watched Mary wank her husband over Karen's face. I think I'll watch that again while you give me my morning blow job." Karen felt doubly assaulted as she was forced to suck his cock while he watched her ravishment from that last week or so. He got about as far as her eating the cum from Carrie's pussy before he shot his own load in her mouth. When she had got him clean, he told her that he had no further clients for a week or so, but would definitely have some new people for her to attend to after that. She knew she would be far, far away long before that day arrived.