"It won't hurt so much if you'd stop struggling," said the man dressed in the black silk suit. He appeared to be cut from the same cloth as his master. Clive was efficient, aloof and totally callous when it came to inflicting pain.
Carole strained hard at the bonds holding her hands firmly behind her back. The thin cable cut harshly into her flesh and made her think she was going to lose her fingers from lack of circulation. Worst of all was the hopelessness of her position. No amount of struggling would free her from the cord or the fact that her father had willingly sold her to these people.
"Go to hell," was all she said to Clive.
The man sighed and said, "It's not going to be that bad. Unless you make it hard on yourself. Most of Mr. Strong's girls have a nice time and not a few end tip getting paid handsomely for their time. I haven't the slightest idea why you're fighting it like this."
"I've been sold!" she snapped. "By my father! He and that slimy Mr. Strong of yours did it!"
Clive shrugged. "Mr. Strong has odd tastes but usually isn't unnecessarily cruel. Ah, here's the chauffeur with the Rolls." A long, metallic grey Rolls Royce Corniche pulled to the curb. The man opened the rear door and shoved her in. She tumbled to the floor and stayed there on her knees, unable to get herself lifted onto the seat from the awkward position.
"Allow me, Miss," he said. Strong hands lifted her easily and she felt a thrill pass through her body. Carole didn't care to examine the emotions raging inside her. She might have been interested in this man under different circumstances. Clive wasn't unhandsome although he was hardly the type that ended up as a movie star. The easy grace as he moved attracted Carole in much the same way a bird is attracted by a snake. She was almost hypnotized by him.
The Rolls moved away from the curb and headed towards – what? She didn't know and there was no way for her to tell. The windows of the back compartment had been silvered so that it appeared they were surrounded by mirrors. There was no way she could look out and see what her destination was going to be.
Pouting, she sat on the seat and glowered at Clive. The man's eyes were on her constantly. When he licked his lips, she knew what was going through his mind. Looking at his crotch and seeing the telltale bulge growing there was almost icing on the cake. He liked what he saw. She wondered if a hired servant in Mr. Strong's employ would be able to sample the same things that the master did.
She found out.
He said nothing but reached down and pulled hard at his zipper. There was a harsh metallic hiss as it raced to the bottom of the track, but this wasn't what held Carole's full attention. The long, acorn-tipped cock that leaped out for her inspection was pulsing and throbbing with lust. Lust for her.
"Go on," he said in a deceptively quiet voice. "Suck me off. I want to see how well you give head."
"No! You can't make me do that. I… I won't suck on any man's prick! I've never done a thing like that."
He looked at her as if she was lying – and she was. While she was a virgin, or had been, she'd sucked enough cock to keep the boys interested in her. She wasn't quite the cock teaser that Mr. Strong believed her to be. If a guy interested her and she wanted to keep seeing him, she'd give him a blow job. She licked her lips remembering the last time she'd tasted a stud's cock. It'd been only a few weeks before. She and Dick had gone to the drive in movies. She couldn't even remember what the feature was because they'd begun the heavy petting soon.
She shivered at the memory of his hand moving all over her tits. She could hardly suck in enough air to keep going. When his fingers had closed on her nipples, she had shuddered and knew then that it was going to be a special evening. She had forced his hand away from her pussy; that was off limits. Had been off limits until her father raped her.
But there wasn't any real hesitation as she'd gone down on her boyfriend. His prick always amazed her the way it was so tasty and heavy with male musk odor. What would it be like forced to suck cock instead of doing it because she enjoyed it?
Carole found out.
A heavy hand gripped her neck and pulled her to the floor in front of the butler. The man spread his legs and pulled her into his crotch. The floor of the car was thickly carpeted and she felt her knees scuffing across the thick pile, bruising her flesh slightly. With her hands bound behind her back the way they were, she couldn't really fight him off very effectively, although she tried.
"Don't," he commanded. "I'm going to find out – for Mr. Strong, of course – just how talented you are. You appear to be inexperienced."
Those words infuriated her. She looked up into the man's gray eyes, her green ones blazing with fury. Inexperienced! Well, sure, she was, but hearing it from his lips made her mad. Damned mad. She'd show him!
Without a word, she jerked her head free of his hand, tossed a mane of red hair back over her shoulder and dipped her mouth down toward his prick.
The thick fuck stick jutted proudly from his groin. She had to admit he had a huge pecker. The way it throbbed and danced around showed the pent-up lust he held for her. She vowed to get him off so fast he wouldn't know what she'd done to him. That would show him who was inexperienced!
Her lips closed over just the tip of his prick. Then she began using her tongue to tease and torment the delicate flesh she found there. The cleft head guided her tongue down to the tiny triangular flap of skin dangling just under the head. This was the most sensitive portion of his prick. She batted that skin around with the rough tip of her tongue until the man was moaning in pleasure.
Changing her tactics, she started kissing down the side of his prick. The cock stiffened even more. She hadn't thought that would be possible but it was. The heavy pounding of his distant heart was transmitted directly to his cock. Each and every time it jerked, she knew his heart had beat again. By the time she licked and kissed her way to his hairy sac containing his balls, the cock was bouncing all over the place.
Her agile tongue flicked out and tapped the hairy bag of his balls. Pressing her tongue hard into the limp flesh, she felt the balls inside begin to lurch and tumble with joy. The thick stew of his jism was approaching the boiling point. She wanted to make sure it spewed out the tip of his prick in nothing less than superhuman time.
"Ummm, God, that mouth of yours feels so damned good all over me. Keep going, kid. I like the way you go down on me. That bit with the tongue pressing into my balls really turns me on!"
The man's hands laced through the thick mane of her coppery red hair. He began stroking and petting her as if she were some sort of small animal. In a way that angered her. And in another, it amused her. He liked what she was doing to him. The teenager vowed to show him just how inexperienced she really was!
She might not have put out for every guy in the school like some of her friends, but she knew a few moves which would put this guy in his place. And she was going to use them on his balls right now. Sucking hard, she managed to pull the tiny bag into her mouth. Then her ruby lips closed on it and she started to gently gnaw on his balls.
He went wild with delight.
"Shit, girl, never felt anything like that before! Gotta work hard to keep my jism down. Feel it inching along my cock. Shiiiiiit, that mouth of yours is something else!"
She smiled, his balls hardening into a tight sphere within the soft prison of her lips. She wanted to reach out and cradle his balls as they came spilling from her mouth but her tied hands prevented that. Scooting around on her knees, she managed to shift positions enough to do what she wanted to. Her tongue forced his balls from her mouth and she began to work on the underside of his prick. Her rough, pink tongue flicked out and lightly touched first here, then there.
His hips were restless on the velvet car seat. He shoved forward in an attempt to get more of his prick closer to her mouth. Saying nothing, he accepted her mouth love openly.
"Like it, don't you?" she taunted. "How do you rate me, huh?" She was feeling a bit more in control now. She'd been robbed when her father had fucked her. She hadn't come. That intense emotional release had been left locked up inside her young body until it had almost driven her wild. She couldn't even masturbate to get off, not with her hands tied the way they were. But now she could make this butler jump to her tune.
Looking up at the windows, she gasped. Pot the first time she noticed her reflection in the mirrored windows. The sight of that long, purple headed cock bouncing near her red lips proved to be an incredibly erotic sight. It spurred her on to really suck on the man's cock. And when she witnessed the sight of his thick stalk of cock disappearing into her ruby lips, she had to swallow hard. This was sexier than she'd thought it would be.
True, she hated the idea that she was being forced to do this horrid thing. With her hands behind her back and the man's superior strength forcing her head down to his prick, she was helpless to do anything else. There was a certain element of desire blossoming inside her, though. It was something new for her and she couldn't identify the source of the itch deep in her pussy.
She wished she could reach put and drive her finger into her ravaged twat. Scratching that deep itch might help her a little with the hollowness she felt. That wasn't possible; she would have to try and assuage her slowly growing desires in some other way.
Such as sucking on the cock dancing against her soft lips.
She sucked in and took the entire tip of the trembling cock into her mouth. A sideways glance showed her the entire sexy action was being reflected perfectly in one mirrored wall. Inch by slow inch the cock vanished into her humid cavern of mouth. She felt the rubbery tip bounce off the roof of her mouth and then slide down into her throat.
Panic struck her as the prick filled her throat. She couldn't take his entire length like this. It wasn't possible! But the teenager managed to get the entire prick down without gagging. It throbbed and danced in her throat so that every time she swallowed, her Adam's apple would massage the delicate underside. Finally, she wasn't able to stand it any longer. She had to get that cock out of the tight throat passage so she could breath again.
"God," the man said as his prick escaped, the confines of her throat, "never felt anything like that before. Almost made me get my rocks off. Almost. You're going to have to try harder if you want to truly please me."
The words hit her like a hammer blow. She couldn't believe that all her oral acrobatics were going for nothing. The teenager wanted to cry from humiliation and frustration. Snuggling closer, she breathed hard into the man's bush. The hot gush made the crinkly strands of pubic hair flutter. She knew that had to be sensitizing his already quivering prick. The lightest touch was electric to him – if the way his prick responded was any indication of his real arousal.
She sucked as hard as she could on the end of his prick. The girl's cheeks went concave with the pressure of her suction. She had to get him off using her tongue, she roughly whirled around the mad's glans until his hips rose off the soft seat covers every time she tried to stuff her tongue down the piss-slit. They both knew this wasn't possible but the attempt aroused them and made it all worthwhile.
"More. Shit, give me more of that mouth, kid. You're doing good, real good. I think Mr. Strong's going to like you a hell of a lot."
This angered the redhaired teenager even more. She wanted Clive to be the one who wanted her.
She felt nothing but repulsion toward Mr. Strong. The man had bought her like a slave on an auction block. She wouldn't cooperate with him. Not at all. But this man had spurred her on to suck his prick. She wanted to do a good job, to please him. There was an attraction for Clive she felt that didn't have any sense or logic to it.
The thick taste of male musk clung to her lips and coated her tongue. She loved the way it seemed to spread throughout her mouth and down into her throat. This keyed her up and made her aware of every single nerve in her body. The way her cunt was sluggishly flowing bothered her. She shouldn't have felt this kind of arousal simply because dye was forcing her to do such a horrible thing. But she did.
That confused her even more. She was enjoying this. The girl knew it was a degrading thing to be abused like this, but she was getting off on it in a big way. Deciding to think about it later when she could, she applied all her talents to sucking on the man's trembling prick. The way it was beginning to buck and dance under her expert lips, she knew it wouldn't be long before the thick flood of his jism leaped forth.
She didn't want to have that spewing prick in her mouth then. She didn't like the taste of come. Even the idea of swallowing that gooey slime made her slightly sick to the stomach thinking about it. But until that moment, she vowed to give him the best blow job he'd ever gotten.
Her tongue was restless, moving to and from and touching all the right spots. When the cock began to expand to an eyeh larger girth than before, she guessed he was at the breaking point sexually. A tiny drop of bitter pre-come told her the torrent of jism was just behind. But before she could move her mouth off the purpled glans, his fingers tightened their grip and prevented her from moving.
The teenager's mouth was firmly fixed at the end of the fountaining prick. She was forced to take all his white hot come into her mouth. She recoiled in horror but the hands on her head pulled her face into his crotch. He demanded that she face fuck herself while he was jetting out his lead-heavy load of come.
She choked and tried to pull back. This only increased the friction of her lips on the sides of his prick. He let her face fuck herself until his prick went limp and slipped from her lips. Then he pushed her back to the floor of the car.
"Very good. You surprised me with your expertise. Where did you learn to suck cock like that?" he asked in a conversational tone. As if it meant nothing to him, he carefully put his prick back into his trousers and zipped the fly.
"You slimy bastard," she moaned, the come dribbling down the side of her face. She tried to spit it all out and found herself swallowing it instead. The salty tang to it wasn't as repulsive as she'd thought it would be, but she didn't dare let Clive know that. She had to show him he couldn't abuse her like this.
She spat a tiny bit of his come onto his perfectly polished shoes. Carole immediately regretted it when dye forced her to lick it off.