Carole didn't know how long she lay on the bed, softly crying, hating both her captors and herself. She felt dirty, used, horribly degraded. The way her snatch felt was almost obscene. The woman had lit the fires of lust in the young girl's body, and then callously walked away before allowing her the ultimate fulfillment.
Carole hated with all the intensity she could summon up. She hated Mr. Strong for tempting her daddy the way he had. She hated her father for actually going through with this illicit deal that the man had proposed. She hated Miss Olson for the utter disregard for human feelings the woman openly showed.
She hated everything and everybody.
The teenager tried to roll over and get her hands in front of her. By doubling up her feet, she attempted to get her hands around her ankles and ten up in front of her. It didn't work. She couldn't bend tightly enough to accomplish it.
She turned and saw Clive enter the room. For a frenzied moment, she was actually glad to see him. They seemed to share the same destiny. Both were totally at the mercy of Miss Olson and Mr. Strong. Somehow, in a way she didn't even want to think about, she felt attracted to this strange, strong, silent man. He was the only pillar of strength in the entire world for her after her daddy had so viciously raped her.
"Clive!" she called out. "Please! Untie me. Let me go. I'm begging you. Anything you want!"
"Ah I wish I could do that, but I'd be severely punished if I allowed you to escape. In a way, I'm as much a prisoner here as you are. I'm allowed to get out of the mansion now and then, but only when Mr. Strong is sure of my destination and intentions. He never takes chances. Really, he isn't a bad man. It's that bitch Miss Olson. Goddamn, but I hate that cunt! I could…" He bit off the vicious words forming as he sat down on the bed beside the prone body of Carole.
"You mean you won't let me go?" she sobbed. "I was counting on you. I thought you were different from them."
"I am. Up to a point. I'm not stupid and letting you go would be really dumb on my part. It's too complicated to explain, but Mr. Strong holds me here with bonds stronger than those ropes on your lovely little wrists."
"Wh-what are you going to do now?"
"I was told to come up here and make sure you were in fit shape for Mr. Strong. He's supposed to return sometime this evening. I know how he likes his women dressed and I'm supposed to deck you out in lacy finery."
Carole shivered a little, gooseflesh rippling her smooth white skin. Not for the first time since the man had entered the room did she realize she was mother naked. She crossed her legs in a vain attempt to hide her flame colored pussy mound from him. Somehow, his seeing her naked bothered her more than anything else done to her so far.
"Don't worry, Carole," he said, putting a gentle hand on her hip. "I won't hurt you. As I said, we're both prisoners even if you're the one wearing the chains." He stroked over the smooth curve of her buttocks, then quietly added, "I think you're beautiful. Don't be afraid of me."
"I… I'm not. Honest!"
"Good. Now let's get you dressed for the party tonight." He rose and went to a small cabinet standing near the door. He opened it and began pulling out long, silky black stockings. Then he produced a ruffled black garter belt, a pair of black panties and a firm corset. He returned and dropped these to the bed.
"Stand up and I'll dress you," he said. As if anticipating her frightened request, he hastily added, "I can't let you loose. I have to do it. Just cooperate and we both might enjoy this."
Carole glumly nodded and stood, still a bit frightened of him. He licked his lips and his eyes widened just a little as he dropped to his knees. His face was about even with her coppery red bush. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss it, then he stroked down the length of her leg, his hand rippling the silky flesh. She sighed and lifted her left leg for him.
As the black silk stocking slipped over her delicate foot and up onto her calf, she moaned in stark pleasure. The feel of the luscious, rich stocking against her skin turned her on. And his hands! They were exciting! They touched all the way as he smoothed out any nonexistent wrinkles and pulled the stocking snugly up around her thigh.
"There," he said. "That's nice." As quick as a striking snake, he kissed the inside of her thigh, then looked up guiltily at her. "I couldn't help myself," he confessed.
"Don't stop," Carole found herself saying, much to her surprise. "I… I liked it!"
He smiled and began putting on the other stocking. His hands aroused her as they gently glided up over her calves, paused at her knees, then pressed warmly into her luscious thighs. The soft flesh of her inner leg was treated to special consideration by the butler. His hands stroking his cheek brushed the flesh until she felt her beginning to respond.
The girl didn't know whether that was something she should blame on the man or herself. She didn't want to get sexually uptight over him.
But there seemed no way to avoid it. He was dressing her and his hands had to come close to her twat. There was no other way he could put those clingy stockings onto her legs.
She sighed as his hands stroked ever closer to her cunt. She knew the thick juices we leaking front between her pursed cunt lips down and running thickly down they inside of her thigh. She sobbed out loud, "Go on, Clive, fuck me! God, I can't stand it! You turn me on something fierce! I want you to fuck me!"
His lips brushed across her clit and sent lightning blasting into her belly. She couldn't stand on her rubbery legs any longer. She collapsed to the bed, the chain around her neck rattling loudly. The girl opened her black stocking clad legs in wanton invitation to the man. Her gooey, glistening pussy lips gaped wide open as she told him, "Hurry! I need you in me. I want to feel your swollen prick fucking me!"
"I can't Carole. Really. This isn't part of my job!" She could tell the man was agonizing over it.
He was as turned on as she was. He was the only one in the entire place that had treated her with anything but contempt. While she didn't delude herself into thinking she was in love with the man, she wanted to give him a little treat to thank him for his kindnesses. And to relieve some of that intolerable sexual frustration she felt.
When her father had raped her, she hadn't gotten off. When she sucked Clive off in the car, all she did was stir her own passions. No surging orgasm for her. And then Miss Olson had pushed her to the limits only to stop short of real satiation. She was horny. She was hornier than hell and demanded a hard cock fucking her needy cunt.
And Clive wouldn't give it to her.
"Please!" she urged. "I said I'd do anything. I'm all yours. But take me now!"
"I'd better put the garter belt on. No, the panties first." He held them up and she saw with horrified fascination that they were crotchless. He slipped them up her stocking clad legs and wiggled the smooth silken panties over her buttocks. The coolness stimulated her and made her even hornier than before. When he gently parted the lacy opening that revealed her cunt through the panties, she got off. It wasn't a big come. Only a little tremor passed through her body, but it was enough to show her she was primed and ready for some real action.
"You're driving me wild, Clive. Use me like they would, but stuff that cock of yours into my hungry cunt!" The words were foreign to her lips and she felt uncomfortable using them. But strangely, the stirred desire in her belly as nothing else had done. The words were forbidden and they made her all the more eager to fuck.
She wiggled her ass enough to make sure the panties were firmly in place. The way her pussy was slobbering, the thick juices from her interior would soon plaster the cloth firmly to her cunt lips. But she didn't care. She had Clive's hand stroking up and down her legs again, as he put on the garter belt.
The elastic twanged as he slipped it into place around her waist and began to fasten the stockings to tiny elastic tabs. She watched in growing fascination as her youthful body was converted into something so incredibly provocative and seductive she couldn't believe it. If only she wasn't chained like a clog!
Staining at her bonds, she tried to get her hands free. The ropes only cut into her wrists. Clive shook his head and told her, "I'm an expert at tying knots. You can't possibly get those undone. All you'll end up doing is cutting off all the circulation in your hands."
He fastened the corset around her waist. It pushed her tits up and supported them from underneath while allowing the nipples to poke over the very top of the garment. Tying the bindings so tightly around her waist she gasped for air, he soon finished.
"Look in the mirror," he told her. He stood back and panted heavily, and not from exertion.
Carole couldn't possibly miss the huge mound forming at his groin. His erection had to be paining him terribly by now – almost as much as the urges in her cunt were gnawing away at her.
Carole gasped when she saw her reflected image in the full length mirror beside the bed. She could hardly believe this seductive woman was really the naive teenager who'd been kidnapped earlier in the day. She turned from side to side and watched the flare of her tits as they protruded over the top of the corset. Her ass flared out behind, held in a silky cup by the thin black of the panties. On impulse, she turned her back to the mirror and bent forward. By looking backwards, she could see the panties opening up in the crotch and bright red pussy fur poking out.
Her own pink pussy lips were inside this rim and the sight made her feel absolutely wanton. There was no way she could hold back the urges rampaging inside her tender body now.
"Clive," she said in a low, intimate voice. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."
She wiggled her ass just enough to make her cunt lips protrude through the black silk rim of the crotchless panties. The man moaned softly and then told her, "I see an angel come to earth to tempt me. An angel or a devil. I don't know which."
"Fuck me. Fuck me and find out!" she begged.
The chain fastening her to the bed rattled and she felt her already constricted tits tighten even more as the man spun her around. His prick jutted from his trousers and the look on his face told her she'd succeeded in tempting him beyond his ability to deny it.
"Shit, girl, you've pushed me too far. I can't control myself any longer!" He spun her in a circle and pulled hard at the chain holding her neck. She snapped to a halt and bent forward, finding a chair shoved into her belly.
Everything seemed to happen at once. The compression of her boobs due to the corset heightened the effect of being bent over the chair. Her tits felt as if they were ready to explode. Her nipples were long, red fingers pointing outward in an accusing gesture. Her garter belt tightened and pulled her stockings even more firmly up her legs. The tightness of them excited her as much as the silken smoothness rubbing against her skin did.
But it was the long, throbbingly virile prick that was shoved between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks that made her sob with joy. He was going to fuck her!
"If they ever find out about this, it'll be my head on a plate!" he protested.
"I won't tell on you, honest I won't! Just fuck me! I want to, ummmm, oh! Yes, fuck meeeee!"
The probing cock sought and found her trembling cunt lips. The thick arrowhead on the end of his prick spread those pinkly scalloped lips and dipped a little into the well of her passion. Her cunt was frothing with desire now. She wanted nothing more in the world than for this man to fuck her to climax.
He didn't surge all the way up into her cunt. He was showing more technique than this. His cock inched into her pussy in such a way that she was strung out sexually by the time she realized his entire prick was inside her cunt.
The position she was bent into made his prick turn a corner and dive down into the depths of her cunt. This stimulated both of them, though the girl was sure she was getting the best out of the bargain. The sexy clothing added to her thrill and she'd never thought she would be glad to wear such lewd things as crotchless panties. Now she was! It saved the time of having to take them off so his prick could drive hard into her cunt.
"Shit, I never felt a tighter pussy around my cock before," the man gasped out. "You were a virgin and not too long ago. No chick who's had a lot of cock could feel this tight!"
"Only my daddy," she sobbed out. "Only he's fucked me. You're the second, Clive. And how I wish you'd been the first! Fuck me good. Show me what it's supposed to be like, a man fucking a woman!"
He might not have heard her pleas. All he muttered was, "So fucking tight all around my cock. Tight sheath of hot flesh. Hot, like a vise gripping down on me."
His hands circled her waist to give him some leverage. With her hands bound behind her back the way they were and the dog collar on her neck, the redhaired teenager couldn't contribute much to the fucking. The top of the straight backed chair cut into her belly and made it even more difficult for her to breath. The corset was impossibly tight around her body and clung like a sexy second skin. Somehow, being so constricted in her movements added to the girl's lust.
She wasn't responsible for anything done to her. She was bound. She was at this man's mercy. That she wanted him to fuck her like this didn't matter. She could struggle and thrash around all she wanted and wouldn't cause any problem as he fucked her. The girl's movements were simply too restricted for any amount of fighting on her part to matter.
The sexy clothing made her respond more fully to the man, also. She didn't understand what the change was inside her, but it was real. The girl actually felt different, sexier, more willing to do anything this man told her to do. For the cock driving hard into her pussy, fucking her to new heights of enjoyment, she would do anything.
"Do it harder!" she cried out. She felt the edge of the chair cutting harshly into her belly. The wooden back pushed her corset upwards and made her tits feel as if they were going to explode. The way her nipples throbbed with life made her all too aware how turned on she had gotten due to this awful fucking.
She shouldn't have been enjoying it the way she was. She was a prisoner, hands tied together so she couldn't protest even if she wanted to. What appalled her the most was that she wanted Clive to fuck her. The feel of his prick entering the cut out crotch of the panties excited her. When his long, thick prick surged all the way into her cunt, she couldn't think of a single thing in the whole Goddamned world she liked more.
"Fuck harder! Give my cunt the best fucking ever with that Goddamned prick of yours!" The words sent shivers of delight passing through her tender body. The forbidden, naughty words made her feel more sophisticated, more a woman of the world. She wanted Clive to think that. She wanted it desperately for some reason.
"God, can't keep this up much longer. Your pussy is like a hand squeezing down on me. And so fucking hot! Can't believe it." He grunted, then placed his hands on her waist to give him even better leverage as he pulled himself in all the way to the hilt.
She felt the ruffled edges of the panties carried along into her cunt with his hard driving prick. The silken edges tickled and stimulated her more than she would have believed possible. But it was his prick that made her come totally alive with desire. The throbbing, virile cock filled her to overflowing. She could sense her fuck fluids leaking around the thick plug of cock and then running down the inside of her leg.
Sweat formed on her forehead and ran in a steady river onto the seat of the chair. What aroused her even more was the way the sweat on her body seemed to find a natural path all the way to the tips of her boobs. The liquid dribbled off her nipples and made those conical mounds of creamy titflesh, tingle and pulse wildly. Every beat of her heart sent more excited blood hammering into them until she was sure they would begin to flat upwards like hot air balloons.
She wanted to shove her hips back into the man's crotch to insure the deepest possible entry into her cunt. The teenager still didn't know all she could get out of fucking. The sensations running wild in her body were new and wonderously different for her. The friction of the cock against her pussy walls lit tiny watchfires that turned into raging blazes that threatened to consume her.
The girl felt her pussy walls begin to shiver and convulse in a strange and wonderful way. Then she screamed out her joy as orgasm smashed heavily into her body. For a ghastly instant, she thought she was dying. The way her breath seemed to catch in her throat, the way her muscles tensed and refused to relax, the feelings in her pussy, all told her something beyond her experience was happening.
She had gotten off in a small way when Miss Olson had tongue fucked her. That had been her only introduction to real climax and it hadn't been all that satisfying. She had been left with the feeling there should have been more.
The butler's powerful fucking and hard prick shoved balls deep into her cunt showed her what had been missing before. She came again and again and still another time. She felt ragged and ripped apart from reality. Never had such powerful emotions blasted through her entire body. She felt like a small bit of paper tossed high on winds so powerful they were beyond her imagining.
"More," she shrieked. "Fuck me more! I… aaaaaaieeeeee!"
Her entire body was caught up in the come. She shuddered and tried to stuff her cunt back around the impaling spike of prick fucking her cunt so expertly. She felt every single contour of that powerful cock as her cunt smashed down on its buried length. She felt the thick arrowhead topping the long cock shaft in addition to the wrinkles and bumps and veins. Most of all, the friction of the fucking turned her on.
She had to have more, yet bound as she was, there seemed no way of getting it. Clive came to her rescue. His hips exploded in a wild frenzy of fucking that would, have satisfied even a nymphomaniac.
The girl's pussy burned with desire. The cock fulfilled her every need. Lust burned brighter and brighter until she came again. When she was drifting down from her sexual high, she realized that Clive was fucking with ragged, uneven strokes now, not like he had been before. Then came the fluid gush of his white hot jism. It spurted all the way into her pussy. She tensed and another come possessed her like some demon of lust. Then they were rocking and grunting and moaning together in mutual satiation.
It made her feel a bit sad when she felt the man's prick melting inside her cunt. Somehow, in spite of the tremendous fucking, she had wanted a bit more. But she would have to be satisfied with this.
"Clive," she gasped. "That was the best ever. I never imagined fucking could be so good."
"Whew, yeah, it was good," he admitted. "And I shouldn't have done it. Damn."
"But why not? I wanted it as much as you… I don't know much about these things, Clive, and I'm glad you do. Together, maybe we can really do great things."
"It can't happen, Carole. Never. No matter how fine it is with you, we are both still working for Mr. Strong. I shouldn't have done this. He might have wanted you all for himself."
She tried to argue with him but couldn't. He wouldn't listen to her. She didn't know what sort of hold Mr. Strong had over Clive but it was a powerful one. No amount of argument would convince him that what had happened was anything less than a betrayal of his employer's trust. The butler left the room without another word.
Carole hung over the back of the chair, the coal air from the air conditioner soothing her heated pussy and sending shivers up and down her spine.