u/ProphetofSins

“So, same time next week?”

“Of course! Thank you so much! I really feel like I’m learning so much about myself!”

Dani smiled as her excited patient thanked her, even though she couldn’t help but sneak a peek at her watch. 

It was 11:02. They should have already started.

“I’m going to work through lunch,” Dani told her receptionist Alice. “Please don’t-“

“I won’t disturb you, Dani, I promise,” the young woman said with a roll of her eyes. “Just as I haven’t done every lunch the past two weeks.”

“Thank you, you’re a sweetie,” Dani said, closing the door and locking it just in case.

A minute later, she was sitting in front of her laptop and signing in to her home surveillance camera. 

11:05.

Just as expected, her boyfriend Justin had returned home during lunch, bringing a blonde, tanned miniskirted piece of meat with him to enjoy in their shared bed. 

Jennie, one of Dani’s closest friends. It wasn’t the first time she’d visited Dani’s boyfriend behind her back either. 

Feeling the familiar warmth between her bare legs, Dani kicked off her heels and put her bare feet against the edge of the table while her hand slipped underneath her skirt. Her breath turned heavy and her flower turned moist as she watched the two kissing while removing each other’s clothes. 

The hidden camera Dani had installed a few weeks ago was top tier, capturing the betrayal in smooth HD. 

Dani’s red toes curled when she started to circle her throbbing clit with a finger. 

“Yes, Jen… take his cock in your mouth. Be a good whore for him…” Dani whispered as the scene played out in front of her. She opened another window on her desktop, typed in one of her favorite adult sites and clicked on one of the first suggestions based on her past views.

It was titled “misogyny/humiliation compilation” and Dani gasped when the right side of her screen was suddenly covered by naked, wobbling women getting slapped and spit on by laughing men. 

Dani’s body went into overdrive, the arousal causing her legs to shake. Dani had spent 30 years on this planet, yet this was the pinnacle of her experiences of sexual pleasure: watching her boyfriend cheat on her best friends while rubbing her clit to misogyny porn. 

The next video on the automatic playlist showed young women humiliating themselves by stuffing their throats and pussies with dildos while looking stupid. Their faces were twisted into exaggerated, brainless expressions, eyes rolling and tongues sticking out as they fucked their shaved little cunts with bare feet kicking through the air by their heads.

Dani couldn’t stop herself. Justin was fucking Jen’s face without abandon and the brainless whores on the screen were devouring her every sense of pride, turning into mindless lust.

Following the lead of the sluts on the screen, Dani stuck out her tongue and bent her knees back against her shoulders, letting her shaking, bare feet hang free in the air, soles wrinkling as she writhed in pleasure and desire. She pretended to be one of them, being watched by thousands while she degraded herself for the enjoyment of strangers.

And for a few blissful minutes before she exploded in a whimpering climax while watching her cheating boyfriend unload himself on her friend’s smiling face, she wasn’t the legendary Danielle Lexington, the gorgeous wonder child of modern psychiatry. She was nothing more than a worthless, subhuman, desperate piece of fuckmeat. 

And it was the best few minutes of her day. 

That was why, when she wiped her brow clean of sweat and slipped her feet back into her heels, she finally made the decision that’d been lingering on the back of her mind for weeks. 

***

“I want you to break me. I want you to ruin every piece of me, physically as well as mentally. I want you to turn me into a thing, an object, a toy. To degrade me, abuse me, to violate every limit and break every barrier that I’ve surrounded myself with. I want you to make me forget the very notion of free will and basic human rights. To make me cry, moan, whimper, plead, beg for mercy, and then… keep going.”

Alec cleared his throat as his friend for almost 15 years confessed her wants as they sat in the back of the pub, hidden from prying eyes and ears. “Are…are you already drunk, Dani?”

“I haven’t even touched my beer,” she answered, voice almost eerily calm. “Would a drunk have been able to write this?”

And with that she placed a thin bundle of papers on the table in front of him, filled with text in a formal looking font, the size of the letters almost too small for Alec to read. 

“I, Danielle Sarah Lexington, hereby resign the right to my own free will, and, therefore, the possibility to decide over my own body, my own mind, my own opinions, and any actions my body or mind are able to perform. In all matters, practical or theoretical, the agency of Danielle Sarah Lexington no longer belongs to her.
Instead all aforementioned rights regarding the undersigned’s will, mind, body and agency now belong to Alec Patrick Swanson, and are subject to his commands and desires, which are to be obeyed at all times, no matter the cost or consequences for Danielle Sarah Lexington. 

For a more complete definition of “free will”, “mind”, “body” and “agency”, read the attached appendix. 

I, Danielle Sarah Lexington, also-“

Alec kept reading with conflicting feelings of horror and a strange sense of pride. He’d always considered Dani the smartest person he knew, but even so… he was impressed. She’d done the work. Of course, as the very definition of human rights made it impossible to reject them, it would never hold up in court. But Alec imagined that wasn’t the point. 

“Why? Why do you want me to… break you, Dani?”

“Because look at this!” She gestured at the still unlocked phone lying on the table, momentarily forgotten as she presented the contract. The video currently playing was one she’d sent minutes before, just before she dropped into her rant about wishing to be violated, abused and broken. It showed a friend of hers with long, bright hair, tanned body and round, enhanced tits. Naked. Riding her boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend as of last night. “And this!” Dani reached down and scrolled to the video she sent before, showing a similar scene with one of her other friends, though the main character remained the same. “And this! And this! And this!” She swiped through video after video, all of them conveying the same basic message: her boyfriend was an unfaithful swine. 

“I understand…” Alec said, 

He didn’t.

“No you don't!" But I’ll explain.” Dani sat down again and took a calming breath. “I’m one of the youngest certified psychiatrists in the country. I graduated first in my class, despite being younger than all of my classmates, from one of the finest Ivy League colleges around. I’ve authored papers and given lectures all over. I’ve made a lot of fucking money, creating the life I always thought I wanted. All of it before turning 30. And it just fucking led to this!” Again, she pointed at the phone. “And you want to know the worst part, Alec? The first time I actually caught him in action with the hidden camera I installed, was the first time the bastard ever made me cum. The first time any man or woman ever made me cum, in fact. That was when I realized the truth.”

“Oh… wow… okay, what was the truth?”

“I don’t want to be an authority. I don’t want to be this respected, famous, up and rising queen of modern psychiatry. I don’t like how it feels. To be admired. To be put on this damn pedestal. To have all these responsibilities and all these people expecting me to solve their problems. I don’t want to be… human anymore.” Again, she nodded at the phone. “Even now, watching him humiliate me by plowing through my circle of friends, it tingles. It makes me warm. Fuck, it makes me feel safe! And I’m not going to deny myself those feelings any longer.”

“So… you want to give it all up? You whole life, everything you’ve accomplished, to become… my sexslave?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, eyes sparkling. “Your toy.”

“But… why me?” Alec finally asked. He’d known Dani since high school, and of course he’d been madly in love with her most of those years. She was smart, funny, charismatic, gorgeous in that innocent way he’d always been drawn to. But she’d also always been miles above his league, and lacking her brainpower, he just couldn’t put his head around why she would choose someone like him. 

“Because… Al, I’m a damn good psychiatrist. And I know you better than anyone. And I know you’re just as tired as I am.”

“Tired of what?”

“Of being nice. Of being this thoughtful, trusted image of altruism. To be the shoulder everyone else cries on. I know that, deep inside, you don’t want anything more than just shove that damn empathy aside and do whatever the hell you want. Put yourself first, no matter how it might hurt someone else. So… use me. I’ll use you as a means to escape all this human shit, and you’ll use me as a scapegoat for all your inner frustrations.”

“Wow.” Was she right? Was he really that tired of being the good guy?

Hmmmm. Yeah, he fucking was. Just as she’d said it, he’d realized the truth of her words.

“And what if you change your mind or just want to end the deal?”

“If that were to happen…” she said, excitement obvious as Alec hadn’t rejected the idea yet. “Then I’ve put a safe word that would permanently stop the whole thing. It can only be used once, and only as a way to shut it all down. But there’s no on and off-switch. Once I’m your property, my body and mind belongs to you until either one of us activates the safeword.” She pointed at a paragraph. 

“Teddybear? That’s the safe word?” Alec asked. “Did you steal this from Demolition Man?”

“I sure did!” She grinned. “Because you’re going to demolish me, Italian Stallion style! And you’ll be sly as you’re doing it.”

“Is there anything about restriction of puns in this contract? 

“It could be. You set the terms. Completely.”

Alec eyed the document again and Dani could probably sense the conflict inside of him, because she leaned forward and put a hand on the papers. 

“Don’t give me an answer yet. Take it with you home, read it through, think about it. A week from today, I will ring your doorbell. If you open the door, I will effectively transfer into your property. If you don’t, I will return home and we’ll forget this was ever mentioned. Okay?”

Alec met her eyes, searching for traces of doubt among the tones of green and white. He found none. 

“Okay.”

***

A week later, a somewhat nervous Dani stood in front of Alec’s door, wearing a long trench coat with her high heels barely visible under its hem. She licked her red painted lips, adjusted the auburn brown hair until it was just right, tracing her smooth cheekbones in a way that her adorable mouth and round little chin was highlighted within a frame of sensuality. She inspected her reflection through her phone. 

With her face in makeup of dark, seductive shades, and the tight, red dress underneath the coat, it was a new Dani that stood by the door. A Dani she’d never truly embraced before, but one that’d always longed for freedom. 

She’d always been cute, adorable. Even hot, when the time called for it. But never erotic. Not like tonight. 

The question was whether this new Dani would be welcomed.

With yet another calming breath, she pressed the doorbell. 

The seconds crawled by as she waited. 

Then it opened. 

Alec was dressed in an ironed shirt stuffed into a pair of bright chinos, the arms of his shirt folded to the elbow. His hair was modestly styled, with a bit of gel holding it in place above the forehead. He’d skipped shaving for a couple of days, as evidenced by a slight darker tone around his chin and cheeks. 

Relief rushed through Dani when she laid eyes on him. Finally, she would be allowed to escape it all. To forget her humanity, to forget the pressure of being perfect.

Of course, Alec would probably need some time to get used to it. It wasn’t easy to shear a lifetime of ingrained niceness in order to completely use and abuse another person, and she was prepared for him to be a bit awkward in the beginning. 

That was alright, she would teach him what-

Her train of thought were broken in pieces when Alec’s hand flew out and gripped her by the neck, hard enough to jam her breath.  “I expect you to get down on your knees when you see me, you stupid whore.” His eyes, normally so sweet and understanding, were cold as ice and Dani instinctively tried to step back. But his grip was firm and his arm didn’t budge, even as his eyes grew colder. 

Needles of pain exploded from Dani’s cheek when his free hand slapped her without any trace of restraint. Her ears rang and she wheezed for air when the next slap landed with enough force to make her face shoot toward the side. If it hadn’t been for the hand choking her, she’d have stumbled to the ground. Instead, she felt the long, thin heel of her shoes take to the air as Alec’s arm raised her upwards until she was standing on her tippy toes, gasping through his hold and blinking away tears. 

When did he get this damn strong? The thought flew through Dani before she felt her best friend bring her closer, intense eyes locked into hers.

“Pathetic. No wonder your boyfriend cheated on you. You’re not even worth being called a human, even less a woman.”

Dani couldn’t help but flinch when Alec, her sweet, warm Alec, spat on her face, slapped her again, before spitting one more time straight at her eyes. 

Then he threw her to the floor with disgust. 

Dani heaved for breath, coughing and sobbing, trying to orient herself enough to separate up from down and maybe crawl to her feet, but Alec’s furious voice cut through the fog like a knife. 

“Get on your damn knees, you pathetic whore. I told you to kneel!”

Dani obeyed, fighting through the sobs as she positioned herself on her two knees, swaying in place and blinking her eyes to clarity. 

“Remove your coat.”

She hurried to get her arms clear and throw it to the side, revealing the red, thin dress hugging her slim body, luscious hips and firm, full breasts like a second skin. She looked up tentatively, waiting for his reaction and hoping the sight was satisfactory. 

Alec watched her in silence, the disdain obvious as he picked up his phone and aimed the camera at her. 

“This dress is too nice for you. Like a pig wrapped in fine silk. You’ll only sully a fine piece of fabric.”

He took several pictures of her kneeling in front of him, the mascara around her eyes already a mess from the tears and spit. Each time he pressed the button, the click echoed through the hallway.

“You think you can fool people with a dress and cheap makeup? You think anyone will see anything but a pathetic pig underneath that fabric?”

“N-no…” Dani spoke for the first time since he opened the door. 

Once again, needles of pain erupted over her cheek when Alec’s palm met her face. He immediately forced her back upright again with a grip around her hair. She whimpered from the pain of her hair roots getting stretched. 

“You will address me as “Master” and “Sir”, you stupid pig!”

“Y-yes sir…” she wailed. “And n-no sir, no one will be fooled by my dress, sir!”

“Of course they won’t, and it’s pathetic for a worthless, disgusting pig to even try. Isn’t it?”

“Y-yes sir, it’s pathetic for a worthless, disgusting pig like me to even try!” A warmth spread through her as she said it, and she realized how soaked the crotch of her panties had become in just these few minutes. 

Alec bent down over you and pressed the tip of Dani’s nose upwards, turning her cute little nose into a snout of a pig. “Oink for me, piggy.”

Dani shivered, entranced by the quiet intensity of his command. For years, she’d been hailed as a once in a lifetime prodigy. She’d received every honor and award available for her chosen path, showered with compliments and admiration, as well as a fair bit of envy. Yet, nothing had ever made her body flutter as when she opened her mouth to oink like a dumb pig. 

“Oink oink!”
Alec let go of her nose, raised the phone and pressed record. “Let me see how pathetic you really are. Get up on your feet and squat for me with your legs spread wide.”

Dani climbed to her high heeled feet, making it so that her squatting knees were pointing in opposing directions, the hem of her thin dress resting high up her thighs. Alec stepped closer and used his ankle to push the dress further, until the crotch of her panties were finally visible. He shook his head in contempt while aiming the camera between her thighs. 

“Your panties are soaked, piggy.”

“Sorry sir…”

*SMACK!* She’s almost thrown from her feet by the force of his palm hitting her cheek, but he quickly grabs her hair to stabilize her. “Pigs don’t talk, do they?”

Dani’s cheeks burned, both from the shame and the repeated strikes of Alec’s palm. Her heart thumped against her chest in synchronicity with the throbbing between her legs. 

“Oink oink!” she quickly corrected herself before Alec raised his hand again. He stepped back to capture all of her with the camera. 

“Press your ugly snout and keep oinking, piggy.”

Dani obeyed, pinning the top of her nose toward her brow, squatting with her legs spread wide and laced panties turning dark from her gushing sex while she kept squealing like a stupid pig in front of Alec’s recording phone. 

“Oink! Oink! Oink!”

“If only all your admirers could see you now… all your former classmates, your colleagues, teachers and patients could see what a pathetic creature you truly are. Wouldn’t that be something, piggy?”

Her heart made a pirouette by the very thought, shame spiking as she imagined professor Caulfield - her dear, sweet mentor - watching her display. It almost made her cum right there and then. 

“How about your friends? Your former girlfriends who all were so willing to jump your ex?” Alec continued, reaching down his pocket to conjure a black marker pen. She oinked as he aimed the tip of the pen against her brow and started writing something. He continued to write something on her right cheek, then the left, before putting the lid back, a look of satisfaction on his face. 

“Stick out your tongue and keep pressing that snout,” he ordered, taking pictures from all possible angles as Dani stuck out her tongue beneath her pig nose. It was getting hard to keep balance while squatting in her open-toed high heels, but she didn’t dare asking Alec for a reprieve. At some point, she’d forgotten it was her kind best friend who was standing in front of her. The man slapping Dani’s face without any restraint, forcing her to mimic a pig while spreading her legs to show the world her leaking cunt was unrecognizable to Alec. 

This man scared her. Dani’s cheeks still burned from the hits of his palm, and his threats of letting her friends and colleagues see her like this truly terrified her. He wouldn’t do that, would he? But… why was he taking all these pictures and videos? And those eyes… the intensity, the mocking disdain that shone from them. 

Dani didn’t even dare to question him, not even when he brought the camera down between her thighs and filmed the moisture that’d spread itself past the lace and down her thighs. 

Alec snickered and showed her the pictures. Dani felt the fluster when she saw herself with her pig-nose and squatting legs. But the thing that truly embarrassed her was the words written on her. Over her brow stood the word “DUMB”, followed by “PIGGY” and “CUMRAG” on each cheek respectively. 

“This is what your friends and mentor will see when I send the pictures to them. A dumb cumrag of a pig.” His mocking smile grew wider. “Maybe I’ll widen the spread a bit. Don’t you think your sweet little sister would enjoy seeing the golden child of the family in her true element?”

This time, Dani couldn’t stop herself. “Oink please don’t send those to my sister, sir, oink!”

“I won’t,” Alec answered and Dani released a breath of relief. “You will. Before this night is over, you’ll have pressed the button to send all these pictures to both your traitorous friends, your dear old mentor and your sweet, younger sister.” And before she’d had time to process what he’d just said, he grabbed her by the hair and started to drag her toward the living room.

And through the whimpers, pain from the roots of her hair, and awkward crawling attempts to keep pace with Alec’s determined steps, Dani’s cunt gushed.

Ella felt the haze of the chloroform leave as she woke up in a foreign room. The walls were blank, and the single, steel clad door was missing a knob. In front of her stood a table with some clothing, neatly folded next to a large, pink dildo, standing tall with its suction cup etched to the metal of the table. Behind the table, etched into the wall, was a giant screen showing her in unflattering high definition as she woke up and crawled to her feet. In the right corner of the screen she could read the lines: 
 [Viewers: 10 348
Current debt: 5 000 000]

As she fought the fog clouding her mind, a voice echoed through the room. 

“ALL DEBTS MUST BE PAID.”

She jumped at the loud, robotic voice, seemingly coming from all around her. 

“W-what do you mean?” she asked hoarsely. 

“THE FOLLY OF GREED CAN’T BE AVOIDED. ALL DEBTS MUST BE PAID.”

As the voice disappears, new lines of text appeared on the screen below the other two:
[Donations: 0
Current objectives: 
Put on the clothes. Reward - 1 000$
Put in the tail. Reward - 4000$]

“What debt?!” she yelled out loud, but as she waited for an answer, moments from the last few months started to make a bit more sense. How her father had seemed distressed, almost jumpy. How the high quality of her familys’ lives had been unchanged even as her father entered his second year of unemployment. Why her dad never came home last night, before the doors were suddenly kicked open and masked men rushed in, zip ties and bags in hand as they threw her, her sister and mother to the floor and put some chloroformed fabric against her whimpering, struggling faces. 

What had daddy put them in? 

Even as more pieces of the puzzle started to click in her mind, her eyes wandered towards the table and the folded clothing on top of it. As she made her way over and went through them, it was abundantly clear what the purpose of the clothes were. 

The white, thin shirt looked barely large enough for her to squeeze her breasts through, even if she left quite a few buttons open, and the striped skirt would not even cover the lower end of her buttocks. With the long, white stockings and matching sneakers, she would look like a skanky school girl as if taken from the fantasies of a pimple-addled hentai-addict. 

And then it was the tail… her cheeks turned red as she followed the brown fur with her fingers until she touched the clear, metallic plug at its end. The design made it clear how it was supposed to be used, and her blush turned darker as she imagined putting… that… in her…

“Please,” she whispered. “Just let me go.”

“ALL DEBTS MUST BE PAID.” The booming voice made her squeal, and as she watched the viewers break the 11 000 mark, she realized there’s no room for negotiation. 

She was completely trapped, 5 000 000 in debt and only one way of getting out. 

Trapped in a haze, she lifted the shirt and folded it out in front of her. Knowing that there’s no escape, no hope of getting out with any type of negotiation outside of whatever she can offer with her young body, she gave in to the inevitable.

Trembling, mind almost numb, she started to peel off the upper part of the pajamas she wore as the abduction took place. Her face turned red as the pale skin of her breasts and shoulders exposed itself to the streaming camera. She hurried to cover her plump, nosy breasts with the blouse. It was a close to futile venture, as the fabric was just barely wide enough to fit her twins while pushing them close together in a kind of cleavage that would be unfitting for even the skimpiest Halloween-outfit. 

The skirt stood next in turn. She avoided looking at the screen as the trousers fell to the floor, panties in tow as she quickly put her legs through the opening, unwittingly bending forward with her bare butt towards the camera as she pulled the skirt in place, face burning as she realized the view she just must have offered. 

A bell rang as 1000 was reduced from the debt. At the same time, the number of viewers spiked just a tad, going to 13000 as she stood awkwardly in her skanky new outfit. A more quiet sound like that of an old cash register followed as a green “+500” appeared on the screen, raising the donation category by the same amount. 

“Such a cute little slut. Can’t wait for her to show us how dirty and desperate she is!” 
The comment appeared underneath the donation and disappeared a few seconds later. 

Cha-Ching!

Another donation of 500 rolled through the screen, along with another comment:
“What a whore! Making me so hard to imagine her getting raped in every hole. Covered in cum, crying and squirming as a fat cock enters her ass!”

Her eyes grew wide watching the deranged comments, but soon it slowed down as if they’re all waiting for something. She also noticed how the donations didn't seem to affect her debt as it was still hovering at 4 999 000$. 

And lastly, the tail. Elsa wasn’t well versed in the deeper echelons of pornographic culture, but even without a formal, theoretical background, she could still figure out the purpose of the oval shaped metal at the end of the brown fur. She had a little trouble figuring out the “why” of the whole invention, but the “how” and “where” was all too obvious. 

It didn’t make the final step easier though

The gross comments from the screen flickered through her head as she picked up the furry, brown tail with trembling hands. The metal plug was cold to her touch and she winced as she used her fingers to measure the diameter of its widest part. How would that ever fit in her bum? The thickest (and only) object she’d ever squeezed through her behind was a pencil, and that had been while intoxicated by a wine bottle, stolen from her parents basement. 

This… wasn't a pen, and if it were to fit inside her inexperienced, virgin asshole, it would need some preparation. 

With thirteen thousand people watching, she held back the tears as she opened her mouth and put the cold metal between her lips. She watched herself on the screen as she sucked on the anal plug until it was close to body temperature. She then sat down, now unable to hold back the sobs as she spread her legs and moved the plug towards her puckered little hole. She tried to hide as much of her intimates as she could as she slowly spread out the saliva covering the plug over her asshole. 

DONG!
[1000$ has been added to your debt as penalty for obstructing the view of your fans.]

The debt went back to an even 5 million and Ella whimpered in frustration. It wasn’t enough to humiliate her by forcing this stupid outfit and tail on her, but she would actually get punished for making a small attempt to keep a tiny shred of dignity?

“Fuck you,” she whispered, but raised her legs to the air and dragged the skirt upward, allowing the cam to catch every bit of her exposed pussy and ass. Whatever the price tag that came with the camera filming her was, it was certainly worth it since every detail of her clean shaven pussy, with her small, pink folds and tiny pearl was clear as day in the stream. And that meant that the glistening moisture that was spreading over her sex as she degraded herself in front of thousands of strangers, was as obvious for them as it was humiliating for Ella. 

Cha-Ching!
(+250$)
[Anonymous: Look how wet she is…
She’s actually enjoying this, isn’t she? What a whore…]

Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!
…

The donations flowed as water, each one accompanied by a degrading comment. The language made Ella blush, but even through it all, her folds started to pulsate and spread, opening up as a flower in sunlight. 

She tried not to look at the screen as she pressed the wet metal against her puckered hole, feeling the sphincter struggle against the ever widening intruder. Her ass cried out in protests of pain, while a tear ran down her cheek as her virgin bum was violated by her own hand. 

Oh fuck… she thought, squirming through the bolts of pain as she forced her own ass to open wider and wider, to give room for the stupid, furry tail and completely mark her as a degraded little thing, void of dignity or principles. 

“Ahhh!” She breathed as the last bit of metal slipped in place and her sphincter closed around the curvature, jamming it shut with a tight grip around the humiliating anal toy. 

DING!
-3000$

The text hovered on the screen as she sat with her legs spread wide and the tail lodged in her inexperienced, puckered little asshole. 

[Current debt: 4 996 000
Viewers: 18 000
Donations: 2500]
Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!

More donations flowed through the screen, along with a myriad of vulgar and threatening comments. They ordered her to bend over and show her stuffed ass, to stick out her tongue and pant like a dog, to crawl on all fours and wag her tail, to rip off her socks and lick her toes, and dozens of all the more humiliating commands. And with the comments, money flowed. But the donations still didn't seem to affect her debt, as it lay steady just a few thousand below the 5 million mark. 

“Current objectives: 
Pleasure the toy with your mouth. Hands must be held together behind your back at all times. Reward based on performance: corresponding to 20% of donations offered during a period of ten minutes. Timer starts as your lips touch the toy.”

Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!

“Donations: 10 250”

The pink dildo stood upright, latched to the table as the donations ebbed out once more, waiting for her next move. Ella stood frozen, caught in a wave of humiliation, fear, pain from the plug in her virgin bum, and indecisiveness. The rubber dildo wasn’t that much thinner than her arm, and she had never… done anything like this before. She watched herself on the giant screen, saw her cheeks turn dark red at the thought of getting down on her knees and lowering her mouth to the pink, rubber glans. The embarrassment actually hurt, making her almost dizzy. But the enormous number at the top of the screen wouldn’t fade from her consciousness, and she knew no help was coming. This was too intricately set up, too planned for any hope of rescue.

She didn’t have any choice.

As she fell down on her knees in front of the dildo, the screen split as another camera went online, this one with a view from behind her, showing her back with the tiny skirt resting atop of the furry tail, barely covering any of the soft skin of her little ass. 

At the same time, the cam in front zoomed in, giving a clear view of her blushing face as it closed in on the pink dildo on the table. 

She remembered the instructions and knit her fingers together behind her back. The pain from the plug in her ass forced a small gasp from her as she lowered her mouth towards the rubber tip. She was not a pornographic connoisseur in any way, but some things were inescapable as a young girl growing up with a smartphone in hand. Therefore, she had a vague idea of what was expected of her. 

She trembled as her lips softly kissed the glans, followed by a lick with her wet tongue. It felt strange, knowing thousands of people were watching her first stumbling attempts in the art of pleasure making, and even more strange considering her silly and humiliating outfit. The rubber surface got wet and slippery as she kept kissing it, following the template set by the few pornos she’d watched. 

Some donations ticked in, but nothing spectacular and after a minute she realized she’d have to turn it up a notch. 

Her lips closed around the rubbery tip, moving down to fill her mouth. The foreign feeling of having her mouth filled by a dildo made the movement hesitant and she realized she must truly look like a fumbling amateur. Of course, that was exactly what she was.

Not that the viewers seemed to mind.

Cha-Ching!
(+1000)
[Anonymous: Now we’re talking. Fill that whore mouth. I’ll tell you what, if you manage to touch the table with your nose as you throat that cock, I’ll donate 10 000$.]

Ella winced. Touch the table with her nose? She’d barely managed to swallow the tip… that would force her to take it all the way down her… well, throat, just as he’d said. Was that even possible?

She looked at the timer. Seven minutes left before her reward would lock in, and she’d only managed to gather 1700$. 20% of that would barely make a dent in the debt…

Fucking sick bastards…

She pushed deeper, and immediately felt tears forming as the glans closed in on her tonsils. After a few seconds, she was forced to let go of the dildo and catch her breath. 

She sobbed, sight bleary from the tears. Through the fog, she saw the seconds tick down the timer. 6:30 minutes left. She had no time to rest, despite the tears and storming shame as she degraded herself for the pleasure of some filthy strangers. All she could hope was that no one she knew would ever see how low she had sunk. Especially not her parents…

Oh god, please mom, forgive me for this.

And with the tail sticking out her ass, her minimal skirt resting against it, exposing every inch of her pale bum, and with the tight blouse pushing her breasts together in a cleavage which left nothing to fantasy, she once more took the pink dildo in her inexperienced little mouth. 
***

The Game Master watched the girl struggle with the toy, her face turning red as she through pure willpower made her way down the pink shaft.

She had started the assignment with a weak imitation of a pornstar, and a meek, sensual one at that, licking and kissing the dildo as if it were a lover. 
That wasn’t what her viewers were looking for, which they’d luckily made clear almost immediately. Now she was getting closer to where they wanted the newly minted puppygirl to be - pathetic and desperate with her face covered in tears and spit. The only proper look for a bratty little daddy’s girl like her. 

The Game Master turned his attention to his other screen, switching the sound to match. 

“O-oink! Oink!” The mother of the family was doing her best to adopt her new role as a stupid fuckpig. Her large tits bounced as she straddled the dark, muscled thighs of the masked stranger pumping his cock deep inside her pussy. 

“Ah… oink oink oink!” She moaned beneath the plastic pig nose that was fastened to her face with a pink leather strap. An equally pink, curly pigtail was lodged between her full ass-cheeks, wagging up and down as she got plowed by the 10 inch, black cock. 

She had been the first of the trio to let go of her pride, crawling and oinking within minutes after the facts had been made clear. Maybe it was the implied threat towards her daughters that had spurred her into quick action, but that hadn’t stopped her from sobbing from shame as she stripped the clothes from her full body, revealing a pair of surgically enhanced tits and a cleanly shaven pussy, along with the fit, but mature, body expected of a trophy wife nearing her middle years. 

She certainly wasn’t unfamiliar with having her ass stuffed, considering how quickly she’d been able to put the curly tail in place, her sphincter barely protesting as she’d pushed on the plug with her face burning.

She was a gorgeous woman, leagues beyond her pudgy, meek husband. The Game Master imagined that her current situation of having to dress and act as a pig while getting plowed by an unfamiliar man was only slightly less humiliating than feeling her husbands sweaty, bloated belly slap against her brow as he thrust his semi erect cock in her mouth before emptying his balls on her tongue a few minutes later. 

However, considering the not so subtly racist remarks on her Facebook-page, the fact that it was a black cock currently drilling her might make it slightly more humiliating. 

Especially as a second, equally black cock, suddenly appeared in front of her face, interrupting her shame-colored oinks in order to force itself down her throat without any attention to her desperate gagging or flapping arms as her eyes grew wide and mascara started running. 

“Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-“ 

Soon her arms were held hard in place against her back by the one fucking her cunt, as the other flung her face back and forth over his giant, fist-wide pole.

Seeing that the mother’s situation seemed to be going along just fine, the Game Master switched to the other sister. 

The eighteen year old girl was currently laying on her back, her legs spread wide and bare feet in the air as she rubbed her shiny, tiny clit with two fingers, her breathing hard of pain and involuntary pleasure as the kitten tail shifted in her tight, virgin ass by the circular motions of her fingers and tiny hip thrusts. 

“Meow…” she whispered, eyes half closed but cheeks crimson as signals of shame, pain and pleasure were intermixed in a confusing mesh, making her churn and moan as her glistening pussy opened wide in front of the cameras. 

Her pretty feet, with the toenails painted bright yellow, shook as the masturbating fingers brought her closer to orgasm, and the Game Master took the opportunity to pander to the feet lovers among his clients.

[New objective: Clean kitten.
A good kitty is a clean kitty. Use your tongue as it’s meant to be used. Lick and suck on your toes as you pleasure yourself. 
-1000$
Bonus: keep all of your five toes in your mouth as you climax.
-2000$]

The Game Master sent out the assignment and watched the blush grow wider as the girl read it. Still, it didn’t take long before she bent her bare leg back and used her free hand to force her bare little foot towards her lips, meeting it with a tentative lick of her tongue. 

As the donations started to pick up pace, she turned more brazen and was soon turning her toes wet with her lips, all while managing to look innocently embarrassed. Which certainly wasn’t an act.

The Game Master switched back to the older sister. The twenty year old had made good progress with her deepthroat-training. She was now able to push herself more than halfway down the dildo’s shaft, at the small cost of a few loud gags and some dripping strings of saliva. 
The appearance of her face had gone through quite the change in the few minutes he’d had his attention to the other pets. It was no longer the clear, cute face of a bratty daddy’s princess. Now, it was red as wine behind a thick layer of tears, spit and smeared out makeup. Every breath took the form of deep gasps as she gathered strength for another push down the pink cock, hoping to gain yet another inch in her mission to fill her throat and reach the table with her petite little nose. She cried and sobbed through the gasps, but never for longer than it took to fill her lungs, before bending forward yet again, hands locked behind her back, trading air for rubber and gasps for gags. 

She was a fighter, the Game Master thought. She’d make an excellent plaything for the rich degenerates making up his clientele. As long as she was properly trained. 

With about two minutes left before the timer would run out, the Game Master added another directive to the objective. 

***

Ella couldn’t stop the sobs. She couldn’t wipe her face clear of the messy layer of tears and spit gathered the last few minutes. She couldn’t process the enormous amount of humiliation that was burning through her entire person as she pathetically kept pushing the dildo down her throat, hoping and praying that it would be enough. Two other viewers had joined the offer of donating 10 000$ if she succeeded in reaching the table with her nose, and other donations kept coming as she fell deeper and deeper down her pit of shame and turned more and more pathetic. She’d realized that’s what they wanted: to see her struggle, to see her humiliated and broken. To watch her lose all dignity as she turned into a spit covered, crying, wailing toy of theirs. 

And she was giving them what they wanted. Not because she was playing along, but because she was forced to. How would she ever get out of here if she didn’t?

(Time left: 02:00
Donations: 22 000$)
[New objective: Good doggy!
You’ve proven yourself a dedicated little puppy. Good girl! Good girl! Show your appreciation for your trainers by barking between your attempts. 
Reward: 100$ for every bark. (Max 300$ will be rewarded per time)
Bonus: Pant loudly with your tongue out between the barks.
100$ per occasion)

“B-bark like a dog?” Ella whispered through a sore throat. “No p-please, don’t make me…” She sobbed, knowing that it was pointless to argue. It was a voluntary objective after all. She didn’t have to do it…

But when she, a few seconds later, released the dildo with her lips and gasped for air, she still stuck out her tongue, feeling the spit drip down the cleavage of her blouse as she panted like a subjugated little puppy. 

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” She yipped and panted once more for good measure and pressed herself down the wet dildo.

The humiliation was unbearable, but why oh why couldn’t her fucking pussy stop throbbing???

***

“Good girl,” the Game Master said as he watched the puppy take yet another step in the right direction. 

He glanced at the screen with the mother and had to turn on the sound as he saw what was about to transpire. 

“Oink! Oink! Oink!” The mature, suntanned trophy wife was standing on her knees as her curly tail dangled from her wagging ass, cupping her large plastic tits and croaking like a pig as the two black men jerked their cocks above her. 

“Oink! Oink! Oi-“ Her croak was interrupted as two massive projectiles of warm jizz hit her face, turning it sticky white as load after load kept hitting her body. Lips, cheeks, neck and of course her bimbo tits were all drenched in the cum, but she was a whore by nature and knew to keep oinking through it all.

When the last load had hit her, she even voluntarily started cleaning her tits with her tongue, transferring the cum to her mouth without losing a beat. 

She didn’t even try to resist when her face was forced to the floor to lick it clean of the drops that had managed to escape her breasts. 

At the same time, the younger sister was rubbing a soaking pussy while intently making out with her own, sloppy toes. She stuck her tongue between them, licked and sucked, even spit in them before smearing it out over her cute face, obviously lost in arousal as two fingers went inside her cunt and started fucking it without abandon. 

Suddenly, her eyes rolled back as her body started to spasm. She forced the foot, all five toes, in her small mouth as the orgasm shot through her in violent waves, making her squirm and moan through her stuffed lips.

And, as if some familial bond were leading them forward together, the older sister gave out a few final, desperate barks before practically throwing herself over the dildo, ten seconds left in the clock.
She gagged and sobbed and wailed, but inched all the closer to the table until finally… her nose touched the table surface.

She released the pink cock, relief visible even through the ruined face.

“Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!” She barked and panted with her wet tongue out, skipping on her knees very much like an excited puppy. She might have been doing it to try and score some extra donations at the last second, but it genuinely looked like excitement… which was underscored by the sudden blush, making it seem as if she’d actually just gone deeper in her puppy role than she’d expected. 

And with that, all three of them had finished the first room. They had done well, even though the debt had barely been dented. Of course, there would be plenty of opportunities coming, some of them quite more lucrative than these first rooms.

The Game Master watched the mother for a few moments. She had been quite the natural, obviously not unfamiliar with humiliating herself for money. She might already be ready for one of the more lucrative rooms. His hand hovered over the buttons that would determine her next room and hovered over one depicting a large, red cock with a wide knot by the lower end of the shaft. Should he?

***

Walter struggled against the rope as the naked, collared slave girl licked his balls and the other slave girl slowly jerked his cock with infuriatingly slow and soft motions. They’d been doing that all through the first room as he watched his family get humiliated and violated on the giant screens in front of him. 

There was no way for him to fight his binds, to get loose, but even so he couldn’t stop trying. A gorgeous woman, dressed in a long dress, sat on a chair aimed towards him. Her legs were resting on the armrests, exposing a perfectly trimmed, glistening pussy that she was stroking softly while looking at him with amused eyes. “What do you think, Walter? Three rooms? Five? How much of my pets’ teasing tongues and hands can you withstand? How long will it take before you are ready to do anything to feel that sweet release? How long until you’re ready to fuck your cute, innocent daughters?”

"How to Steal a Man" - Introduction

Character List:

Carl Albertsson
Real estate agent, wealthy and married to Charlotte. Stepfather to Tindra, who is Charlotte's daughter with an unnamed man of African origin.

Jessica Wallin
Carl's assistant at work. Young, attractive, unhappily (and unknowingly) in love with her boss. Terrible driver.

Tindra Reynaud
Charlotte's daughter and Carl's stepdaughter. 18 years old, starting her final year of (Swedish) high school and seen by her classmates as unfairly gorgeous. Of mixed heritage since her mother is white, but her father is presumed black, though neither she nor Carl has met him. She has a defiant temperament, which among other things shows through her homemade French surname.

Charlotte Albertsson
Carl's wife. Also beautiful, which she uses to ensnare men in various infidelity affairs. Her adventures are known to everyone except Carl (presumably).

Linn
Jessica's best friend and self-proclaimed slut. Goes by the name SxyLinn in Jessica's phone for... reasons.

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Carl Albertsson, often described as "the town's best real estate agent," was drinking coffee. He wasn't a breakfast person. On a good day, he could force down a toasted sandwich before lunch, but usually he settled for his coffee.

He was dressed like "the town's best real estate agent" should be—tailor-made suit with a neatly knotted tie, pocket square in the breast pocket, and hair carefully combed. He sat at his kitchen island, elbows resting against the polished wooden surface as he sipped his coffee.

"Fucking whore, you think I care what you think?"

"You don't talk to me like that!"

"I talk however I want, fucking ass."

"If you want to leave the house anytime soon, then shut up and change clothes now!"

"So you're just gonna lock me up if I refuse, or what?"

"Test me!"

Carl sipped his coffee. He liked it black. Strong, no fuss. Milk turned good coffee into slop.

"You're such a fucking cunt!"

"Change or stay home for the rest of your life, your choice."

The girl screamed in frustration and a door slammed shut. Carl took another sip while looking toward his fridge. He had wanted an ice maker. He should have gotten the fridge with the ice maker.

"You weren't gonna help out, I assume?" Charlotte asked dryly when she appeared in the kitchen after the dust-up with her daughter.

"You seemed to handle it perfectly, darling." He leaned forward to kiss her cheek, but she pulled away.

"I need your car today," she said while packing her things into her purse.

"What happened to yours?"

"Lent it to Amanda."

"And how am I getting to work?"

Charlotte shrugged. "Figure it out."

Carl took another sip of his coffee while eyeing his wife. She was a beautiful woman. It was hard to imagine she had an 18-year-old daughter, but there it was. Charlotte had taken good care of her body and knew how to highlight the good parts—the well-shaped breasts, full lips, soft hair, and beautiful face. Few people would say no to a night with Charlotte, and they were all either married, women, or gay.

Tindra, Carl's stepdaughter, appeared in the kitchen from her room. Carl didn't know what she had been wearing earlier for this to be an improvement, but Charlotte approved it with a snort.

"Can I go now?" the 18-year-old girl asked, swinging her arms demonstratively. She was dressed in a purple skirt that ended at her thighs, a thin top that clearly showed her bra underneath, and heeled sandals. Her skin was dark, but on the lighter side since only her father had been of African origin, while Charlotte was white as a Viking. Her hair was dark and thick but well-brushed, and her face was subtly painted over her cheeks, eyes, and eyelashes. She was— if Carl allowed himself to admit it—absolutely stunning. Like her mother, but chocolate instead of vanilla.

"Have a nice day," said Carl. The coffee was running low. Time to get to work. "I can probably get a ride from Jessica, darling."

Charlotte shrugged while smacking her lips against her portable makeup mirror. "Do that."

Jessica swore loudly when yet another crazy pedestrian decided to cross the street right where she was driving her Polo. She glanced in the rearview mirror. The person was still alive.

What kind of maniac thinks a few white lines on asphalt mean you can stand in front of a moving car?

Her phone pinged. She looked down where it lay on the seat next to her.

Carl: Hey! Can you pick me up? Wifey needs to borrow my car today :)

A car honked loudly and she swore again. Yeah, she had driven into a roundabout while reading a text from her boss. And yeah, she had blocked the person's lane. But honking was just rude.

Jessica was only two minutes from work but made a 180 through the roundabout without hesitation. Another car honked when she forgot to signal.

"I'm coming!" she wrote with one hand. She drove another ten minutes, this time without any near-murders, before reaching Carl's villa in the city's upscale neighborhood. She laid her hand on the horn and held it for a few seconds before letting go. Then she fiddled with her fingernails and waited.

Just as she was about to honk again, the door opened and Carl stepped out, dressed impeccably as usual. Behind him came... the woman. His wife. The crone, as Jessica had dubbed her in her silent mind. And in the watercolors she sometimes made with her niece.

"And don't forget to shop on the way home. Food. Milk. We're out of wine too."

"Maybe it's better, darling, if the one with the car does the shopping?"

"I don't have time, going out with Amanda and the girls tonight. Gotta get home and get ready quick."

Carl looked like he was grinding his teeth for a moment but nodded in the end. "As you wish, darling."

Charlotte—the crone—pretended not to see him when he leaned in for a kiss and walked over to their parked car. Carl looked a bit embarrassed as he walked toward Jessica, who whistled while distractedly looking the other way.

"Hey Jessica. Pumped for another day in the wonderful world of real estate?"

Jessica smiled stiffly, trying not to show how her heart beat harder when he sat down next to her. "Always pumped for another day as your assistant!"

Jessica: The disgusting crone forced him to ride with me cuz she lent out her car
SxyLinn: Jessica, I can't even...
Jessica: What?
SxyLinn: It's all you talk about... Carl and the crone, she's bad, he's good. She's mean, he's nice. She's ugly, he's hot...
Jessica: I've never called him hot!

Jessica stared at her phone for a few seconds and when no reply came, she wrote again.

Jessica: What are you trying to say?
SxyLinn: You're in love with your boss.

Jessica furrowed her brow.

Jessica: What?
SxyLinn: You heard me.

"Boyyya!"

Jessica jumped at the sudden triumphant yell from the next room. It was probably a minute before Carl innocently opened the door from his office. He sauntered toward her desk with feigned nonchalance, gaze directed at the walls as if her paintings were incredibly fascinating.

"Hey Carl?"

"Hey hey, Jessica." He whistled as he picked up the unsolved Rubik's cube from her desk. Carl sat on her desk and started twisting while fiddling with the colorful cube.

"So… what's up, Carl?"

"Oh, nothing. Just checking in. All good?"

"All good here. You?"

"Splendid." He put the Rubik's cube back and stood up. He turned his back to her and started walking before stopping and slapping his forehead. "Oh right! Almost forgot. You know the villa up on Mollberg Street? The one we've worked night and day to sell? The one we've invested all our time and energy into selling?"

"Yeah, Carl, I know which one..."

He smugly clicked his mouth. "I just sold it."

Jessica couldn't stop herself from jumping up from her chair and throwing herself into his arms. She pressed her cheek against his chest as she felt him embrace her. They had almost given up hope on that villa. Many late nights, just the two of them, while they hunted potential customers, calculated prices, and...

She realized she had held the hug too long, that his posture had gone a bit stiff. She pulled back without meeting his eyes. "Congrats! You've worked hard for it."

"We've worked hard for it. You deserve as much credit as I do. Celebrate tonight?" He winked with one eye. "Mom's not home."

Jessica was just about to say yes when she remembered her plans for the evening. "I can't unfortunately. I promised to go out with my girls."

Carl hid his disappointment behind his practiced sales smile. "No problem. More champagne for me."

Jessica stared at his back as he went back to the office. She picked up her phone.

Jessica: Fuck.
SxyLinn: Yes.

Jessica's car stopped outside Carl's villa. His groceries and wine were in the back seat, he himself was just unbuckling his seatbelt. "Thanks for the ride."

"Of course, no problem."

He looked at her. "You sure you don't wanna come in for a glass of champagne? I have some cheese that's supposed to be fancy, but it smells awful. You can taste it, so I know if it's poisonous."

"Thanks for the offer. But I have to get home quickly if I'm gonna make it to my friends." Jessica didn't think she'd manage to say no if he asked once more, and was disappointed when he just nodded with a slightly stiff smile.

"No problem. See you Monday?"

"See you Monday." Jessica smiled as he got out, picked up his groceries, and walked alone into the big villa. With a final sigh, she put it in gear and drove off.

Jessica saw herself in the mirror in front of the graffiti-sprayed toilet. Dressed in her tight outfit, with dark red lips, shadowed eyes, and straightened hair, she had to admit it—she was hot. Full breasts that fit perfectly in hands, well-trained legs and thighs, an even tan from a summer at the beach, and a cute-beautiful face that always drew compliments from drunk strangers at the bar. Between her legs, she was smoothly shaved with just a little tuft on top, and her ass cheeks were strong enough to bend a coin. Not really, but almost.

She was, as the saying went, ready to party. Too bad she felt so... out of place. The gloom must have shown on her face, because her friends sighed as soon as she got back.

"Stop it now, Jessi. You're young, hot, and single. Just enjoy the evening."

"Sorry. You're right. I'll stop thinking about... I'll have fun from now on!"

She raised her beer bottle demonstratively and they clinked when the others did the same. She took a deep gulp...

And spat it out over the table.

"What the hell!" said Linn, but Jessica barely heard her. On the other side of the bar, through the crowd, she saw the crone. With her mouth locked to another man's lips. Her breasts pressed against him, hands moving through his hair. It was like watching a dog eat spaghetti.

Jessica stared at them there in the crowd, making out wildly, in plain view of dozens of people, without shame or care. Carl wasn't a public figure, but many knew who he was. And who he was married to. And, as everyone except Carl knew, this was no unusual sight. It was just the first time Jessica had witnessed it.

"Jessi?"

"Linn, you're a slut, aren't you?" she whispered to her bestie.

"Excuse me?"

"Your own words. But they’re true, right? You're a slut?"

"Where are you going with this questioning?" asked Linn, offended.

"Have you ever stolen a man from another slut?" asked Jessica without taking her eyes off the cheating crone on the other side of the room.

"Uh... Maybe... Why...?"

Jessica finally tore her gaze from the makeout and met Linn's. "I want to steal a man. Teach me how."

Carl sat at home in his dark living room. Neil Young was playing from a vinyl record in the background. In his hand was a glass of whisky. In front of him stood an empty champagne bottle and an empty red wine bottle. Just one wine glass.

He looked down at his phone and stared at the picture a drunk customer had sent him a few weeks earlier. The picture of his wife in the arms of another man. He remembered the chat conversation he had accidentally seen when he borrowed her computer to check email. How Charlotte had filled the chat with pictures of herself, both clothed and naked, while asking the recipient for his opinion. How she in the same chat had called Carl a wimp who wouldn't dare do anything even if they got caught.

It pinged.

Jessica: Hi
Carl: Hey
Jessica: I'm thinking about you...

Carl furrowed his brow.

Carl: What do you mean?
Jessica: I'm thinking about you... are you thinking about me?

He stared down at the phone. What did she mean?

Carl: Now I am...
Jessica: Good. Keep doing that.
Carl: Now you're confusing me
Jessica: Giggle. Good.

Maybe it was the alcohol doing its thing, but Carl felt himself biting.

Carl: How do you want me to think about you?
Jessica: Am I your good and obedient assistant?
Carl: You're very skilled... mostly...
Jessica: :O Mostly?
Carl: Well... you have a tendency to be sloppy
Jessica: Then you have to punish me. So I learn.

Carl wasn't as blind as people thought. He could read signals. The villa, the expensive cars, the whisky he drank—all bought through his ability to read people. So he didn't miss that something had changed with Jessica. She was probably just drunk. But so was Carl.

Carl: Do you think you deserve to be punished now?
Jessica: Have I been naughty?
Carl: You text your boss when you're drunk. That qualifies as being naughty.
Jessica: :( Okay boss. What time? Where?

Carl took a deep breath. He was about to do something he had only fantasized about before. He thought of Charlotte and her poor attempts to hide her infidelity.

Carl: Tomorrow. At the office. 6 PM.
Jessica: Yes Carl. Tomorrow. At the office. 6 PM. Then you'll punish me.

Linn handed the phone back to the pinned-down Jessica. She snatched it as the two other girls released her arms. They had completely ignored her screams of horror while Linn loudly read the texts she sent.

Jessica felt her face go white as she read Linn's conversation with Carl.

"Punish me? Tomorrow at 6? What have you done, Linn?" At the end, her voice was barely more than a desperate whimper.

"You want him, right? You want to steal him from his wife?"

Jessica swallowed. "Yes."

"Then give him what he's missing now."

"What is that?"

"Power. Control. Be his little toy."

"What the fuck?"

"You put yourself completely in his hands, let him do whatever he wants with you. Be naughty and let him punish you, and make sure to always be there when he desires something to to play with."

"But… just… why?"

"Because it's hot," Linn grinned.

"Wow. You really are a slut," said Jessica.

"Guilty. But listen. You want to be with him, right?"

Jessica bit her lip. She had never said it before, or even admitted it to herself, but... "Yes."

"Then you can do one of two things. You can knock on his door and confess your love, like in a movie. It might work. From how you talk about you two, it feels like he’s got some feelings for you too. But you don't just want him, right? You want to steal him. From that bitch there." She thumbed back toward Charlotte, who still hadn't let go of the man at the bar. "And if you want to 'steal' him, really make him yours, and you his, then do what I say. Be his toy."

"God, Linn. I didn't know you'd read Makavello."

"It's 'Machiavelli'. But be honest now. Doesn't it tingle between your legs? I mean, certain parts of you seem more than up for the idea."

Jessica followed Linn's pointed gaze and saw how the fabric tented where her nipples had gone hard. She blushed but couldn't protest. Linn was right—between her legs, a small dark spot was forming as her pussy got wet.

Ping

Charlotte: Not coming home tonight. Sleeping at Amanda's.

Carl looked up from his phone when the door flew open. Tindra staggered in, dressed in the short skirt and thin top from earlier. She was obviously drunk, the way she wobbled while taking off her sandals.

"Hey," said Carl.

"Hey," replied Tindra and started toward her room.

"Come here," Carl called. Tindra's bare feet stopped at Carl's low but hard voice.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Money was missing from my wallet earlier. You don't happen to know anything about that?"

"No," she answered and turned around again.

"Stop!" It was the anger toward his wife that permeated the voice, but it was directed at Tindra. She stopped and turned around again. "Come here."

Carl sat calmly in the armchair while Tindra hesitantly stepped toward him.

"Are you lying to me now, Tindra?"

"No, I promise." But she couldn't meet his eyes. Her gaze was directed at her purple toenails.

"One last time. Did you steal money from me earlier today?"

Tindra bit her lip and glanced at him from under her lashes. Her young, dark face was uncertain. "Yes. Sorry."

Carl calmly set aside his glass. He thought of Charlotte, who was probably getting fucked right now. And of Jessica, who was making him all confused. The challenging texts he still wasn't sure he'd interpreted right.

"Come here." He beckoned her closer. She took a couple steps toward him. And yelped when he grabbed her arm and in one motion pulled her face-down over his knees. He locked both arms over her back and held them there with his left hand.

He didn't think before pulling up the short skirt over her hip and letting his free hand strike the soft, thong-clad ass with a loud SMACK.

Tindra peeped, more from surprise than pain, but the next smack hit harder. She writhed over his knees.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"You're spoiled and ill-mannered." Carl smacked his palm against each ass cheek twice. The soft skin jiggled from his strikes. "You need to learn that there are consequences."

SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

Tindra struggled to get free, but her small, slender body was nothing against his. Carl thought of his wife, and the secret everyone knew about. People thought he was blind. Let them think that. It wasn't for Charlotte's sake he stayed in the marriage.

SMACK
"Ah!" Tindra whimpered and writhed over his knees. Her bare feet kicked.
SMACK
"Ah!" the resistance lessened.
SMACK
She gave up trying to get loose and instead started moaning louder as the redness grew over her ass.
SMACK
"When you do wrong, you must be punished. If you're disobedient, you learn to be better!" Carl continued while slapping her bare ass with his hand.
"I... Ah! I'll be obedient!" she promised.
SMACK

Carl rested his hand against the chocolate-dark, thong-clad rump. With a quick tug, he pulled down the thong so it hung between her thighs and slowly slid down to her knees.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Carl felt how his cock pressed against the girl's stomach and realized she must feel his erection. But she had stopped protesting and writhed more sensually when his hand struck the smooth skin.
It had never been for Charlotte's sake, not after the first year when she started showing her true colors. The marriage, the job, the long hours... it wasn't for Charlotte. It was for the girl over his knees.

SMACK "Ah!" SMACK "Please," whispered Tindra, but it wasn't clear what she was begging for.
She moaned and groaned as he continued spanking her, alternating between the two cheeks and letting the full sound echo in the room.
SMACK
SMACK
It was for her sake he pretended to be unaware of his wife's infidelity. So he could give her a better life. Charlotte lacked education and work experience. Without Carl, both she and Tindra would end up in some shitty one-bedroom apartment. They'd struggle for rent and food.
SMACK
"Ah, punish me, Carl," mumbled Tindra, and it sounded like she was giving in to something. "I deserve it."
SMACK
Carl could pretend to be blind, endure the shame and stay married to his wife, if it meant a good and secure future for her daughter.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK "Oh, oh..." SMACK She bucked her hips against his thigh with each strike, as if seeking rougher contact with his leg. SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

Carl calmed down after a couple minutes. He felt her breathing heavily on his knee, but when he eased his grip, she stayed there, panties down at her knees and her naked pussy against his leg. Did he feel a wet spot on his thigh?

"Will you be an obedient daughter from now on?" he asked his stepdaughter.

"I'll try, Carl."

"I'll continue punishing you if you're disobedient."

"Okay, Carl. I understand."

"Good." He stroked the bare ass for a few seconds. His fingers slid down and briefly felt how wet and smooth her pussy was. She gasped.

"P-please… Carl..." But it didn't sound like she meant for him to remove his hand. A part of him usually kept in tight chains took control and he let his fingers glide deeper between her legs, over the smooth and wet skin between her labia.
Her pussy was parted, warm and wet. Waiting for his fingers.

"Please, Carl," whispered Tindra. "Don't stop..."

He stroked tentatively with his finger in the open slit, felt her juices and heat. He lightly brushed her clit, hard and sensitive as it was.

"Yes daddy, keep going, please..."

The finger slid down again, toward the waiting opening. He pressed lightly against it, felt her pussy envelop the tip of his index finger. She was tight and he realized she had probably never had anything penetrating her pussy before. Was she a virgin?

He couldn't hold back. He slowly pushed his finger into her, felt her pussy widen and make room for his fingertip and knuckle. How the wetness and warmth surrounded him.

"Ahhh..." Tindra gasped. "Oh, yes..."

He fought the temptation to finger her fast and hard. To shove in more fingers and finally his cock, which was harder than it had ever been pressing against her stomach. But she had been punished. That would have to be enough for now.

Carl pulled his finger out of her pussy but couldn't resist licking off the juices. She tasted wonderful. Tindra moaned desperately.

"You can go to bed now." He smacked her ass as if to shoo her away.

"Please, Carl, keep going..."

"Now."

"Y-yes, Carl." Tindra got up from his thigh and stood on shaky legs. The panties fell to the floor at her bare feet, but she stepped out of them instead of pulling them up. She smiled a little shyly at him before walking away. She stopped at the door. "By the way. Mom's a pig. You deserve better."

"Thanks, Tindra. Go to bed now."

"Yes, Carl. Thanks for... teaching me to be better." Tindra did something like a curtsy and went up the stairs to her room. The panties lay on the floor in front of Carl.

A Neil Young song later, Carl stood up, a pair of purple thong panties in hand, to sleep himself. He passed Tindra's room on the way and heard something through the door. He stopped and listened.

A bed creaked as it shook and moved up and down. "Yes, Carl." A whispering voice. "Just like that. Fuck me, daddy. I'll be obedient! I’ll be a good girl for daddy!." The bed creaked louder as the intensity in her whispers increased. "Like that! Like that! Like that! Like that! Ahhh, Carl!"

Carl felt the wet spot against his leg. He swallowed, thought of his meeting with Jessica the next day. What had he just started?

Linnéa folded laundry and rolled her eyes when she heard her "brother" call out in the next room. He was playing video games as usual. It had been a month since he and his father moved in with Linnéa and her mother, and hardly a day had passed without Albin annoying her in some way. Either through his laziness - I mean, how many hours could one spend in front of that goddamn TV? - or through his poorly concealed glances at her breasts and legs.

Maybe she was a little unfair there, dressed as she was in her tight t-shirts and short skirts, but it was summer and she had no intention of changing her ways just because her mother had found a new man to play with. Besides, she kinda liked teasing him a bit… 

The dryer was almost empty and she leaned in to scoop out the cotton panties at the bottom. Once inside with her hand, she felt something resist when she pulled the fabric. Something had nailed the panties to the tiny air hole at the very bottom. A loose thread?

She tried to pull it loose calmly, but soon the emotions took over. “Fuck, let go damnit!” She craned her head further inside the dark space to get a better view of her defiant fiend. As she did, her hair slipped inside the dryer and the few strands of dreads she and some friends had breaded for fun a drunken night fell in with a clicking sound.

She fiddled, carefully and slowly with the panties until she felt them come loose. “YES!” She threw her head back triumphantly. “AHHH!” Her victorious shout came to a painful halt as her thin braids wouldn’t follow her to sweet glory.

"What the hell.." She blindly felt around with her fingers until they found the source of the pain. The little beads at the tip of the braids had wedged themselves into the narrow space between the spinning thing and the rest of the machine. She sighed and tried to pull her hair free. It wouldn’t budge. She pulled harder, but to no avail...

"How… how?" How had the dreadlock even managed to slip through a crack so narrow?

For several minutes she tugged and struggled with her hair, but in fear of tearing it and ruining her work, she dared not put too much force into it.

Damn... she needed help. And both mom and her boyfriend were gone until tomorrow. She closed her eyes in annoyance. "Albin!"

***

Albin put down his joystick when his stepsister called his name for the third time.

”ALBIN!”

"Yes I am coming!" he shouted back. Miss Perfect, the talented little daughter, wanted something. Probably complaining that he didn't help around enough in the house. Like it was his choice to move into some damn upperclassman's house? As if it was fair that his father finding a new sweetheart meant he suddenly had to be a servant to a blonde, big-titted bimbo younger than himself?

”ALBIN!”

He stepped around the corner to the laundry room and…

"What the hell?"

His "sister", Linnéa, was sitting on her knees, bent forward with her head hidden in the inside of the dryer. Her legs and feet were bare, toes curled as she struggled, and her white, juicy bum was (barely) covered by a light, loose-fitting skirt, fluttering as she wiggled her hips in frustration.

"I… am stuck."

Albin could hear how she forced the words out through gritted teeth. He could not contain the laugh bursting out of his mouth.

"This. Is. Not. Fun.”

"It's the funniest thing I've ever seen."

"I. Will. Smite. You."

“Now, now, sister. It's actually you who needs my help," Albin said as he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the helpless teenager with her helpless butt pouting from the dryer.

“Did you just take a picture? STOP! DELETE IT IMMEDIATELY!”

"Not a chance!" Albin almost had trouble breathing through the giggles as he walked toward his "perfect" stepsister, taking pictures from all angles. His buddies would die laughing when he showed them this.

"DELETE THEM NOW YOU STUPID GOAT! STOP TAKING PICTURES DAMN IT!”

“Don’t worry princess, they are very flattering. This is your best side.” To prove his point, he patted his sister gently over the firm, cute little  bum. She flinched.

"What are you- TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”

He patted again, just to tease a bit, and as her anger grew louder he couldn't help himself. He raised the hem of the skirt and took a picture of the exposed, cotton-clad asscheeks.

"FUCKING PERVERT! STOP!"

"Really, sister, you have a great ass." He folded the skirt across her back and strike the bare skin next to the panties. “Firm and smooth. You should be proud.”

“I WILL KILL YOU WHEN I GET FREE!"

"Sure, sister." Albin's gentle pats turned into soft caresses and he felt something change. From having been amused to the point of laughing, to... feeling his shorts pressing against his groin.

"Albin... what are you doing?" Her voice was lower, more serious as his hand moved back and forth over her bottom. He clenched the soft flesh of one cheek between his fingers and felt her flinch. "Albin... stop now."

"Really nice ass," he murmured. He was in an internal battle. On the other hand, it was his stepsister that he was now rudely groping... but on the other hand, she was so damn hot. And helplessly stuck. In a dryer. Wearing… like nothing. With her butt facing him. His hand slid down, between the legs, gently caressing the fabric between the thighs, feeling the warm contours of her slit. Felt it react to his touch as Linnéa let out a reluctant breath.

"Please Albin... you mustn't..."

"You're getting wet," he murmured as he felt the fabric moisten against his fingertips. “Is that a shaved pussy I feel, sis?”

"Noooo," she whispered out loud, but a shudder made her body pulsate as Albin's fingers reach the sensitive pearl through the fabric. "Ah..."

"Do you like to touch yourself, sister?"

"Albin... this is so not okay..."

He spanked the quivering buttocks and she yelped. "Answer me."

"No stop-"

He spanked again, harder. "Do you enjoy to rub your little cunt while locked in your room?"

"Yes," she quipped. "Sometimes... in the evenings."

"And what do you fantasize about?"

"Like everything!" she moaned as Albin's fingers stretched further through the fabric, forcing the cotton surface into her moist slit. He fingered the sensitive bud for a few seconds, felt her breath grow heavier. 

"Do you watch porn?"

“Albiiiin, please. T-This is too much! Oh…” She flinched as his hand turned more intense between her legs.

"Answer me," he repeated.

“YES, I watch porn!”

"What kind of porn?"

"Like whatever turns me on. Double penetration, gangbangs, bdsm, cumshots! All!"

“You don't sound like a very good girl, do you? And you have been rather mean to me.” He pulled his hand away from her pussy and smacked her butt again. "Right?"

"No I know! Sorry!" she moaned and he spanked her again. Then, without warning, he pulled the panties down to her knees, fully exposing her ass and pussy. The two cheeks were slightly parted, exposing a puckered, wrinkly little hole above a smooth, bright pair of folds, that was already shimmering from moisture. He returned with his fingers and felt the heat radiating from her sex, felt her squirm as he wedged and drew his finger back and forth in her leaking slit.

“I think it's pay-back time now, little sister.”

"Albin..." She gasped in and her body shook as his finger burrowed deeper and deeper between her legs. She parted her thighs so he could get a better view. "Okay," she whispered. "But promise to delete the pictures later. Please?”

"Perhaps", replied Albin, who felt himself quickly lose control of all his inhibitions as his stepsister willingly spread her legs for him. "If you're a good girl and I'm feeling satisfied when I’m done with you."

"H-how... how do I make you satisfied?"

“You will notice.”

"Okay. But please be careful… I have never…”

The bulge throbbed harder against his shorts. “You are a virgin?”

”Yes...”

"Mmm," Albin mumbled as he pulled out his frustrated cock and anchored it against the valley of her soaked slit. He rubbed his glans back and forth between her pussy lips and felt her juices lubricate his member. “Not for much longer.”

"Okay." Her breathing was heavy enough to be heard clearly by Albin, and he pressed his harder against the tiny opening of her cunt.  She moaned in both pleasure and slight pain. “You are so big… I didn’t know… be careful...”

"Spread your legs wider."

She obeyed, lowering herself as she gave room to his unrelenting cock. The shuddering girl gasped as he pushed through the resisting opening, forcing himself into the sweet, warm embrace of her virgin cunt. "Ahhhh..."

"You're so damn tight," Albin murmured ecstatically. "I’m not gonna hold back, you stupid whore..."

"Oh… fuck… don’t call me that… I’m not a whore…” But even through her protests, he could feel her body respond to the degradation. Feel how her vagina squeezed his cock as she shivered in pleasure. 

“Shut the fuck up! You’re a worthless, randy little cocksleeve!”

“Ah… okey, Albin... keep going..." She trailed off as he thrust deeper with a short thrust.

“Damn, I can't fucking help myself. You’d better hold on, because now it’s all going in your tight little whore cunt!

She swallowed through the gasps and her hands gripped the opening of the dryer.

“Ahhh!” she moaned as Albin pushed his balls to her ass with a deep, brutal thrust. He exhaled as the sweet pleasure soared through him, before he immediately started hammering his cock back and forth in her tight virgin pussy. Linnéa whimpered and moaned, but within minutes, her moans were euphoric. She quickly found his rhythm and met his hips with her pussy as his cock drilled harder and harder. Albin's fingers grabbed her waist and thigh and began to stimulate her clit as his cock claimed her very being.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-” Her pussy made splashing sounds with each thrust and the fingers against her stiff, hard clit made her squeak in pleasure. "Keep going, Albin! Please don't stop! Fuck my worthless cunt! Oh, fuck your little stepsister! Ah-ah-ah-ah-”

Within minutes her pussy began to milk his cock through spasms and convulsions. Albin buried his cock deeper and rubbed intensely against her clit, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. He loved the feeling of her contracting cunt, milking his pole through the waves of orgasms. He was about to cum, but still wanted more. He bent forward, grabbed the tangled braid and jerked violently. It came off with a popping sound and he tore his stepsister out of the dryer, turning her so that her cute, flushed face was facing his cock. He ripped off her t-shirt, exposing her fine tits and its stiff, pink nipples.

"Open your worthless mouth!" he ordered. She wobbled, her eyes were glassy, ​​but when he pushed his wet cock forward, she took it between her lips, using the wisdom gained from her online adventures to massage the soaked cock with tongue and mouth. He pressed it deeper into her mouth, and even deeper, until she was starting to gag through wide eyes. Grabbing her head, he began facefucking her, ignoring the gasps and flailing hands as they slapped against his hips and thighs. 

"Fuck, I'm cuming!" He had been by edge for far too long and his cock began to jerk and twitch as he drilled himself down her throat. He pulled it free from her exasperated face, but held her in place with a firm grip of the dreads as he jerked the slobbery cock with quick strokes, inches from his stepsisters sobbing, tear-stained face. He slapped her. 

"Shut the fuck up and stick out your tongue!" 

Holding herself upright only through the force of his hand, and blinking tears from red, messy eyes, she stuck her tongue out over her chin. Linnéa met his eyes as he jerked faster and faster, close enough for his tip to brush her lips once in a while. His eyes admired the cute little nose, red cheeks, and green eyes, and he made sure to take a mental picture of his submissive step sister just as he sprayed her face.

Sticky drops of cum splashed over her tongue, lips and nose. Three, four, five loads of white jizz landed over her cute teenage face, glazing her cheeks and chin. Within seconds she splattered by the largest load Albin had ever conjured. He exhaled, gently stroking the empty cock as hhe pulled out his cell phone. “Stay still. Just like that, mouth open, tongue out.”

She sat frozen on her knees in front of him, naked and cumdrenched while he took a few more pictures. "Close your mouth, squeeze your breasts together and smile for the camera."

He expected her to protest but to his surprise she followed his orders, using her arms to cuddle her tits as a sweet, innocent smile spread over her messed up face. He took more pictures as she sat like that, breasts cupped between her arms, the girlish smile playing on her jizz covered lips, head tilted slightly while the sperm trailed down her face.

“Y–you’re not going to delete the pictures?” she asked after he put the phone back in his pocket.

“No. They’ll serve as a reminder to behave the next time you feel like acting like a bitch.”

"O-okay." No protests, just a simple nod.

"My cock is messy. Be a good stepsister and clean it for me. Then you can do the same with yourself.”

She closed her lips over his flaccid member, slurping the cum from the glans and her own juices from the shaft. Then, following a short bout of hesitation, she started scooping the cum down her face with her fingers, guiding it to her mouth.

"Enjoying the taste, I see. A little cumwhore, are you?"

"Yes brother," she replied.

“This doesn’t make up for the bitch you’ve been to me. Dad and your mom won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. I think it’ll do you good to continue your payback this evening. And night. And the morning after.”

"Okay," Linnéa replied as she kept cleaning her face of the jizz and feeding it to her lips.

“Put on that little dress you wore to the party last week. And cook me something fancy. You won’t need panties or a bra.”

"Okay, Albin." A shy smile spread over her lips. "And when mother comes home? What do you want me to do then?”

He held up his phone. "I’m not letting you go back to your old, bitchy self. You will continue to be a good girl for me. But only when they are not looking. At night and when they are out of the house.”

“Yes, stepbrother.” She lowered her eyes. "I will be a good girl to you. And if I am, you won't show the pictures to anyone?”

"As long as you are the obedient and good little girl I know you can be."

"Thank you. And if I’m bad, you better send all those pics to your friends. That’s the only way for me to learn my lesson." She stood up, still swaying a little. “What do you want me to do now?”

Albin took in the sight of his hot, perfect stepsister standing naked and subservient in front of him. “I will continue to play video games. You will entertain my cock while I do it. Then, after I’ve emptied my balls in your mouth, you will clean the house, starting with my room. You won’t need clothes for any of it. And tonight, you're going to cook something nice for me and keep me warm while I watch a movie.”

"Okay." Linnéa nodded and smiled sweetly again. “Whatever you want, stepbro.”

Magister Lars Eriksson sat behind the desk in his home classroom and absentmindedly corrected the pile of papers in front of him. He casually crossed over sloppy wording, misspellings and grammatical errors as he pondered the impending meeting. During his many years in the profession, he had come across many different variations of cheating, usually several times over. But this particular one was unique. 

A knock sounded from the door. 

"Yeah, come in," he muttered, drawing a circle around a grade before looking up from behind his glasses. A young girl, who was about to finish year two of upper secondary school, stepped inside. She had a particularly innocent appearance, with long, brown curls, distinctive dimples, and bright eyes. Wearing her ballerina shoes, pleated skirt with bare legs and white shirt, she gave off a cute impression, which was only strengthened by the slightly nervous look she now directed at Lars. "Ah, Astrid. Come in."

She closed the door behind her, walked past the many benches and sat in the chair in front of the lectern to which Lars pointed. He flipped through his papers until he found the stapled bundle at the bottom. He read the front page, nodded to himself, and glanced up over the edge of the paper. "All is well?"

"Can’t complain", answered Astrid and smiled a little nervously. “Uh, I just don't know why I'm here...? Is there a problem?"

“Do we have reason to believe there would be any problems?”

Astrid shook her head. "Er... i-not that I know..." 

Lars sighed inwardly. He was disappointed. She had shown such promise in the beginning, but then something had changed. Around the middle of her sophomore year, the usually bright girl had started to become... not feisty, but teasing. Subtly uptight with passive microaggressions and off-handed comments. Lars had of course seen it before with other girls her age, but it never failed to irritate him. 

"Are you sure?" He gave her another chance to confess. One last chance. 

"A-as I said, I don't know anything, Lasse." The doubt in her eyes said it all. Even without proof, he could see how the lie was written all over the uncomfortable, young body. 

Lars sighed again, this time openly. "Do you know, my dear lady, what plagiarism check is?"

She swallowed and sank deeper into the chair. The feet, bare in the open ballerina shoes, drummed nervously against the floor. "Yes, Lasse."

"And do you know how it works?"

"Not... r-really," she admitted. "It searches the internet for texts and compares them with what we send in?"

"Exactly."

"W-but it doesn't search -all- pages, does it?" The question was almost desperate and the cheeks were getting redder. 

"Pretty much, it does."

“Oh.” She clasped her hands in her lap and refused to meet Lars’ gaze. "Then I understand."

“A little late for that now.” Lars scrolled until he found the text she had plagiarized from. “It was an interesting experiment. The text you copied cannot be found on any of the more common sources for cheating. But it is still plagiarism, even if only parts are stolen.”

Lars himself had been surprised when he clicked on the plagiarism result and found himself on a website for erotic stories. Before long he understood what she was trying to do—steal the beginning of a short story from a page she didn't think was in the plagiarism checker’s database, then finish the short story herself from the middle before any of the filth showed up. It was smart, but also exactly the subtle insubordination that Astrid had started with. 

"So, Lasse-"

"Let me read selected parts from the continuation of the text you stole." Lars raised his papers and cleared his throat. 

“No, please Lasse-”

“'She moaned loudly as Daddy spanked her bottom red. Each hit made her small teenage body twist and kick her legs. Her cries for mercy were heard by no one as Daddy’s palm alternated between her buttocks. At the same time, she felt how her little teenage pussy dripped against his thigh and how the cock pressed against her stomach. She wanted to oppose, she wanted to leave, but even more she wanted him to continue punishing her like the disobedient little daughter she was.'" Lars looked up over the paper, at Astrid who was now redder than wine in the face. 

"Please, stop..." she chirped and pressed her chin to her chest. 

“Let me continue from a later paragraph.” Lars pushed his glasses up over the bridge of his nose and read aloud. "'Daddy's cock tasted so good in my mouth! She sucked and sucked and sucked as hard as she could, but moaned when a hand hit her cheek. - ‘It's not a lollipop! Use your tongue, suck softer. Jerk off my shaft!’
I calmed my cravings and followed his instructions. I longed to taste his cum and feel it against my tongue. I wanted to be his obedient little daughter and be praised for how well I sucked his cock.'”

Astrid shook her head as if she regretted every decision she had ever made. "Lasse, please, please, please, stop!"

"One more piece, just a little later. I found this particularly exciting: 'Daddy's cock penetrated deeper and deeper into my virgin pussy and I screamed out loud in pleasure. I massaged the big cock with my vagina, using my pussy to hug his glans and shaft tightly. When he was finally about to cum, he pulled out his cock, knelt over my face and jerked off quickly. With a moan of pleasure he jizzed on my face, coating it with his delicious daddy cum. I licked my cheeks and tried to catch the squirts with my tongue, but it was too much. Soon my whole face was covered in his delicious daddy sauce-’” Lars paused and glanced at Astrid with raised eyebrows. Her face turned even more red. “‘-and I immediately started cleaning the seed with my fingers, putting every drop in my mouth and swallowing like an obedient little girl.'”

“Please-please-please-please!” Astrid had crawled so far down the chair that she was about to slip off while she, with her face hidden behind her arms, shook her head rapidly. Shame stained her voice and it sounded like she was just one further sperm-metaphor from crying.

Lars put his papers down on the bench and folded his arms under his chest. “So what do we do now?”

"Well, I can re-write everything! From the beginning, all by myself! I promise, please!” She sobbed behind her hands. 

"According to the consequence ladder, I have to contact your parents. In that case, I must explain what you have done and also show them… what you have plagiarized from.”

"NO!" A terrified face appeared behind her hands. “YOU CAN'T SHOW THIS TO MOM AND DAD! YOU JUST CAN'T!”

“I'm afraid I have no choice.”

"But..." Astrid closed her eyes in despair, which had become red and wet. "Lasse, please..."

Lars drummed his fingers against the desk while thinking. He ignored out of habit the small bump that had grown over his crotch as he read from the plagiarized text. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten excited around one of his students and he hardly even noticed these days. But something was different about this situation. Maybe it was because he knew what was hiding in little Astrid's most secret fantasies. And maybe it was the knowledge that he had her completely in his grasp. “It is possible that there are other solutions.”

She looked at him through her fingers, a sliver of hope in her eyes. “Other solutions? What? Which? I will do anything!"

"Anything?" Lars asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"ANYTHING!" She almost bounced in her chair when she said that. The sobs faded and were replaced by desperate eagerness. 

"That’s a bold statement. Are you sure about that?"

"YES!"

Lars picked up the papers in front of him and looked through the text. "There's a lot in here that could be categorized as a form of punishment," he said slowly. “Spanking. Verbal humiliation. But also elements that can be used to strengthen good development. Positive reinforcement. Praise for good efforts.” 

"I-I don't understand," said Astrid. 

"I can clarify. Either we take the long way, go to the principal and your legal guardians, present evidence and map out your past patterns. It will lead to many a boring evenings with bad coffee, half-hearted efforts of improvement and bitter faces. And I think both you and I would rather spend our evenings doing other things, don't we?”

Astrid nodded despairingly.

“Or I will punish you here and now. That means you do everything I tell you, without protest or complaint, until I'm satisfied and sure that this cockiness and bad attitude has left you.”

“S-punish me?” She still sounded unsure of what he meant. 

"Yes. Punish you. Here and now."

"How?"

"Does it matter? Would you rather I take it up with the principal and your parents?”

She slowly turned her head back and forth. "No. Really not.”

“So you'd rather be punished by me? Do as I say, without protest, until I feel comfortable putting this behind us.”

“I... I suppose so...”

“Don't suppose. Yes or no. Me or the principal. Make your choice."

She looked uncertainly at Lars, but glanced down at the stack of papers and then up again. She nodded. "Yes. You can punish me. Whatever you do is better than… that.”

"Think about it one more time. Are you really sure that 'whatever I do' is better than contact with your mom and dad?” Lars was perhaps about to cross a pretty serious line, but he at least wanted her to make a conscious decision. 

She nodded immediately. "Yes, Lasse. Dad must not know.”

"As you wish." Lars leaned back in his chair and looked at her. She was a beautiful girl, with pale skin and breasts that made themselves shown under the white shirt. "Get up. Lean forward with your hands on the desk.” 

She looked at him with uncertain suspicion, but rose and stood with slightly shaking legs, her hands on the office desk. Lars grabbed his wooden ruler from the table and stepped around so he was standing behind her. Astrid gasped as the tip of the ruler touched the fabric of her skirt and stroked the soft skin of her buttocks. "Lasse, w-what gg-are you doing?"

"I will punish you as they used to punish cheating students. Before your time.” Before Lars' time too, of course, but young people had no grasp of time. As far as they were concerned, he was born before the invention of the automobile. "The old methods were very successful." They weren’t. It had mostly been about satisfying the teachers’ ego and need for power explay. But Lars was at least mature enough to admit it to himself. 

“O-okay…” She shook harder as his ruler played with the hem of the skirt, lifting it so he could glimpse the soft thighs and crotch of the white panties. 

“You get one last chance to withdraw. We can do the whole ordeal 'properly' if you'd rather.”

She trembled, exposed as she was leaning forward over the desk, the gears ticking underneath her temples. But after a few silent seconds, she shook her head. "No. It's not possible. P-punish me as you wish.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

*SMACK!* She squealed in surprise as the ruler hit the skirt fabric with a satisfying, muffled sound. She wrapped a hand around her hip to massage the spot he hit, but he slapped the back of her hand with the ruler. 

"Hands on the table! If you lose your grip, we start over.”

“W-what? But i-it hurt!”

“As a punishment should. Now keep your hands on the table. Grab the edge if you have to, but don't you dare let go until I say so.”

“O-okay.”

*SMACK!* She thrust her hip forward as the ruler hit again, this time harder. She whined and kicked her bare legs.  

"And call me Master. No more 'Lasse' or 'you'. Every time you talk to me you call me Master. Understood?"

“Y-yes Master.” 

*SMACK!*

“Ouch!” she howled, bucking her hip. Her nails bit into the edge of the table from the effort of keeping her hands still and not protecting her poor battered ass. "H-how much m-more are you going to p-punish me, Master?"

*SMACK*

Lars waited until her screams of pain subsided before he answered. “We have only started to warm up. Do you think a few soft slaps over the skirt will be enough for you to learn?”

“S-soft? M-master...” she added a little too late. 

*SMACK!* She howled loudly and arched her neck as she breathed deeply. 

“Yes, soft. Pull your skirt up over your ass and hold it with both hands. Lean forward so that your chest rests against the chair.” 

She whimpered for a second before laying down with her stomach and chest pressed against the surface of the table and pulling up her skirt to reveal the white cotton panties. Her buttocks were firm and fine under Lars' fingers as he caressed them. Pinching the two crescent sides of the panties, he created a makeshift thong that he pulled between the ass cheeks. Now her two buttocks were completely bare and Astrid shook noticeably as the ruler stroke the smooth skin. 

“Count for me, girl. Loud and clear. If you lose count or drop the skirt with your hands, we start over. Likewise if you don't address me properly or get up from the desk. Do you understand?"

“Y-yes Master.” Her voice broke halfway through.

*SMACK!*

"Ah... one, Master..."

*SMACK!*

"Ohh, two, Master..."

*SMACK!*

"Ahhh..." She had to catch her breath as she pressed her forehead against the table, skipping on her feet. The skirt flutters in her hands as she resists the impulse to protect her exposed bottom from further cracks from the ruler. “Three, Master!”

Lars lets the ruler slide down between her thighs and strokes the broad side over the crotch of her panties. She gasped, but remained still. “I won't hold back any more now. Don't think your punishment is coming to an end just because of that. This is only the beginning. Do you understand? Explain it to me in your own words.”

“You won't h-hold back anymore. T-this is just the beginning of my punishment, Master.” A first sob escapes her lips. 

“Get ready.” She stiffens and gathers her strength as he once again raises his ruler. 

*SMACK!*

The sound of her squeal echoes through the classroom as the ruler leaves a deep red line across both of her buttocks. “F-Four, Master!” she gasps. 

*SMACK!*

“Ahhhhh!” She alternately whimpers and wails as she bangs her forehead on the table and fights through the burning pain across her ass. "Five, Master!"

*SMACK!*
"Six, Master!"
*SMACK!*
"Seven, Master!"
*SMACK!*
"Eight, Master!"
*SMACK!*
"Nine, Master!"
*SMACK!*
“Ten, Master! Ahhh, ahh.” She bends and raises her knees, struggling to breathe through her sobs. The body is shaking with pain and the previously pale bottom is now covered in red lines. Lars caresses the bottom with his palm, feels the heat from the red blush. Astrid flinches worrisomely. 
*SMACK!* 
"Eleven, Master!"
*SMACK!*
"Twelve, Master!"
*SMACK!*
"Thirteen, Master!"
*SMACK!*
"Fourteen, Master!"
*SMACK!*
“Fifteeeeeeen-” Astrid has to swallow her tears and take several deep breaths before she can continue. "...Master."
*SMACK* Lars doesn't hold back, but lets the broad side of the wooden ruler dig deep into her red-screaming skin. Part of him enjoys watching the cocky young girl suffer, pressed against his own desk. Next to her sobbing face lies the story she plagiarized, as a mocking reminder of the sin that brought her here. 
"Ahhh – ahhh – ahhh-" Astrid's squealing sounds were like music in Lars's eyes. "Six...teen, Master..."
*SMACK!*
"Sss...seventeen, Master..." She shook as if in soundless crying and her voice was barely more than a fragile whisper.
*SMACK*
"Eight…een, Master..."
*SMACK*
"Ni-nineteen, Master..."

Lars took a step back and admired his work. The young schoolgirl was still slumped over his chair with her skirt pulled up over her bottom and the edges of her panties tucked between her round buttocks, which were now red as roses from close contact with Lars' wooden ruler. She sobbed and snorted, but her forehead and breasts were meekly pressed against the wooden surface. The older teacher stepped forward and without warning grabbed her hair firmly, pressing her head harder against the desk. 

“How many more times have you cheated without getting caught? Don't you dare lie. Then your punishment will be worse.”

"I-I..." She sobbed through her tears. “I-I don't know, Master. Four times maybe...”

“This one will be for those times too. Thank me for being so kind as to punish you like this, after my working hours and completely pro-bono.”

"T-thank you Master, for p-punishing me after work hours."

"Say you're a spoiled, disobedient brat who needs to be punished hard and often."

Astrid quivered under Lars' grip, but squeezed out the words through her watery eyes. "I-I'm a s-spoiled and disobedient brat who b-needs to be punished severely and o-often, Master."

"Good." Lars raised the ruler again and let it fall. 

**SMACK!*

“AHHHHHH!” The last hit was the hardest of them all, causing her to both yelp and writhe in his grip. He held her tight as the pain sent signals of fire from those poor, red buttocks to the rest of her body. It took several long seconds before she got any words out. “Twenty... Master.”

“Say thank you.”

"Thank you, Master..." 

"Good little brat." Lars let go of his hair and hit the desk with the ruler. "Get up."

She turned her head towards him and he saw how the many tears had smeared the makeup around her eyes. “W-what? Master...”

“Kick off your shoes, get on the desk and sit down facing me. Put your feet on the edge.”

“O-Okay, Master.” She wiped away a tear with her shirt sleeve, stepped out of her shoes so she was standing barefoot, and clumsily stepped onto the lectern. With timid movements, she pulled her knees up so she was sitting with her feet planted on the edge of the table in front of her. Her toenails were painted a dark tone, black or deep purple. Lars had always been bad at colors. 

He pulled his chair around and sat down in front of her—leaning back and eyeing the young schoolgirl he'd just smacked to tears with his ruler. "Spread your legs."

"W-what..." Astrid sobbed again before nodding. “O-Okay, Master.” The knees and feet slid apart, revealing the white panties hidden under the open skirt. 

"As I thought." Lars nods affirmatively. "Wet as the common whore you are."

In a thin, oblong line that followed the slit behind the fabric, the white panties were stained wet. The pulsating labia were clearly visible behind the thin cotton fabric. Astrid blushed, lowered her eyes and made an effort to close her legs. 

“Keep your legs apart. Explain to me why your panties are drenched?”

"I-I can't, Master," she whispered.

"Yes, you can. Why do girls' sexes get wet?”

Astrid tried to escape with her gaze, avoiding his eyes as the blush spread down her neck. It was cute. When she finally got the words out, they were barely a whisper: "Because they're horny, Master."

"I did not hear...?"

"Because they're h-horny, Master," Astrid said louder. The dark spot between her legs slowly grew as she sat in front of the older teacher with her legs spread wide. 

"So why did your panties get wet when I spanked you?"

Astrid sobbed and was silent for several seconds. But finally, after a long internal struggle, she whispered again: "Because I got horny." 

"Did you enjoy the feeling of having your bare ass whipped red by my ruler?"

“Ye-... I-I think so, Master. It hurt a lot, but...” She put her chin to her chest and her cheeks turned as red as her bottom. 

"But...?"

"I-I got horny too, Master."

"Are you aroused now?"

It was hard to hide as the wet spot grew more and more over the panties. The schoolgirl nodded. “Yes, Master.”

"As I thought." Lars crossed his arms and examined the girl. His cock throbbed hard in his pants and he remembered how long it had been since he had really released it. Free, not to the missionary at nine o'clock on a Friday. But free like unleashing it completely through sweat, tears and thunderous moans. "Touch yourself over the panties."

She swallowed. "Is this part of my punishment, Master?"

"Yes. Until I say you're free, you're mine. And I won't let you go until I know you've learned your lesson.”

“Okay, Master.” She swallowed again and the shaky fingers travelled down between her legs, to the wet fabric. She ran two fingers over the dark stain, rubbing the fabric into the cleft between her folds, letting it absorb more of the ever-increasing moisture. It didn't take long before the effect began to show on Astrid's face. The breathing became deeper. Her breasts rose and fell in time with the massaging fingers. The stain grew. 

So did Lars' cock under his pants. "Open your shirt with your free hand."

“Yes, Master.” She unbuttoned the white shirt, button by button, while continuing to caress the fabric. It slid open for Lars, exposing her bra-clad breasts and smooth stomach. At the same time, the front of the white panties was now completely dark as her juices had spread over the fabric. 

Lars let a hand rub over the hard lump between his legs. "Take off your panties."

The panties slipped off as she gracefully, but red-faced, followed his orders. Her shiny pussy was exposed. It was like looking at a small, pink pastry. The small, inner labia were wet and parted, and the clean-shaven folds pulsated in time with the small micro-movements from her hips.   

"Put your panties in your mouth."

Her eyes widened sheepishly. “B-but...”

“Do it now. No protests.”

She hesitated for several seconds, but resignedly lowered her eyes and brought the panties between her lips. 

"Can you taste your juices?"

She nodded with wide eyes. 

"Does it taste good?”

She, after a few moments, nodded again. 

“Keep caressing yourself. Give in to the desperate, horny slut you are.”

The fingers returned and began fiddling and playing with her little pink flower. She rubbed, caressed and massaged around the slightly parted hole. At the same time, Lars heard her heavy breathing through the panties in her mouth. She was Lars' property now. He owned her, completely. He rubbed his cock harder. 

"Take off your shirt and bra."

She threw off her shirt and snapped her breasts free. They were well-filled, perky with nipples just as pink and sweet as Lars had imagined. 

"Good. Come here now."

She stepped down from the desk and knelt in front of Lars. "Open my pants and pull out my cock. Jerk it slowly until it's hard.”

Still silenced by the panties in her mouth, she followed the instructions. She gasped through the wet fabric as she saw the size of the limb hiding. Lars couldn't help but smile. They always reacted like that the first time. They could not imagine that he was hiding a smaller python between his legs. 

Her hands were unaccustomed, but not entirely inexperienced as they ran the foreskin up and down over the shaft and glans. Lars fixed his gaze on the girl's wide, innocent eyes and panty-stuffed mouth while she jerked his cock hard. As it approached its full size, he grabbed her wrist. “You are going to blow me now. Have you blown a cock before?”

She nodded.

"Repeatedly?"

This time she shook her head. 

"Have you tasted cum?"

She shook her head again. 

“Then you will get to do it. Later. When I'm done. And you will have to swallow everything I offer you. Is that clear?"

She nodded as if paralyzed by his unyielding tone. Lars removed the panties from her mouth and stroked them over the doll-like cheeks. 

"Open wide." 

She obediently obeyed and he pulled her head down against the swaying cock. When the wet, warm lips enveloped the glans, he couldn't help but moan. He pushed her down deeper, letting his wide cock fill her mouth and force her cheeks apart. 

"Caress the glans with your tongue. Suck gently and evenly. Find a good rhythm.” Lars guided her forward in the process until she found the golden zone Lars was looking for. After a while he pushed her down deeper, testing her limits. She began to resist as the glans slipped past her tongue, creeping closer to the throat, but he held her firmly in place until she gagged loudly. When a first tear ran down her cheek, he pulled her up, letting the young girl catch her breath. 

"Please, I-I can't go that deep, Master," she begged after a second round. This time tears ran down both cheeks and a stream of saliva trailed from the glans to the lower lip as she released the cock from her mouth. 

"Then you have to practice more. You are lazy. That is your problem. You can be a great student. And a fantastic cock sucker. But you have to be willing to put in the time. Go back down.”

She nodded with mascara running and returned down, taking the cock as deep as she could on her own accord. Then she waited obediently until Lars pushed the top of her head, bringing her lips further down over his wide shaft. He felt the glans gliding past the root of the tongue and deeper down, towards the throat. She started to gag and snort. Saliva dripped from her mouth and over Lars' groin, but he held her firmly over his cock. A tear broke out, sliding down the cheekbone and landing on Lars' thigh. Astrid, the bratty, saucy schoolgirl, got redder and redder in the face. 

Lars released her just as the girl's whole body began to shake. She coughed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. The make-up was sticky and ruined and her chin glistened with saliva. 

"You have been good."

"T-thank you, Master," she replied, stifling a sob. 

"You have almost finished your punishment for today. There is only one last part left.”

"W-what, Master?"

“Stand against the desk again. As before – bent forward with chest and cheek against the table surface.”

She nodded with yet another sob and stood back up. With faltering steps she bent over the table with her ass pointed at Lars. He pulled off his black leather belt. With the strap in one hand and her wet panties in the other, he stood behind the red-whipped ass. With a nimble movement, he placed the sash around the girl's neck, under her hair, clasped it shut to form a loop. He tightened it so that the belt was like a collar around the schoolgirl's neck, himself holding the leather like the end of a leash. 

Astrid gasped as he forced her head back with the noose around her neck. “Summarize your punishment so far for me, whore.”

"Y-you whipped me hard with your ruler, Master..." she answers a little hesitantly. Her voice is still mushy from the many tears, and the unfamiliar feeling of the belt tightening around her neck made her body tense under Lars. “and you f-forced m-me to caress my pussy for you. And s-so you fucked my mouth deep, t-to the throat, Master.”

"Good. And what do you feel is an appropriate next step?”

She was silent until he pulled on the leash, tightening it around her throat. "That you fuck my pussy, Master," she replied quietly, but without hesitation.

"And?"

"And cums in my mouth, Master."

"Are you wet enough to take my hard cock?"

"Yes, Master," she whispers. 

“And why is that? Why are you so wet?”

"Because I'm a horny slut who loves to be whipped and facefucked, Master," replied Astrid. She was slumped forward, her neck bent back from the pressure of the belt that tightened around her neck. 

"Have you been fucked in the pussy before?"

“Yes, Master. But only once. And not by someone as big as you, Master.”

"Good. Then you will learn something new today.” Lars sniffed with his cock between her legs. He dragged his glans across the wet slit before pressing it against her cunthole. "Thank me when I penetrate you, Astrid."

“Yes, Mast- AHHH!” She squealed loudly as the cock forced its way into the tight pussy, into the heat and wetness and the tight vaginal walls that were forced to give way to the advance of his giant shaft. Lars felt her pussy hug tightly around his throbbing member as he pushed his hips deeper towards the girl's buttocks, defeating the struggling pussy with every inch. "AH- Ah- ah- ah- oh..." Astrid breathed through her teeth and the belt tightened around her neck as she moved with unexpected pain and... pleasure. "T-thank you Master..."

"Thanks for what, whore?" Lars asked gruffly.

"Because you f-fuck my pussy with your cock, Master", moaned Astrid while Lars pulled his cock back, gained strength and pushed himself deeper. “AH!”

“Tell me what a horny slut you are. Tell me what you deserve, whore!”

"Oh-" Astrid shook her head as Lars steadily began to fuck her with long, deep strokes that slowly increased in pace. “I'm a horny s-slut, Master. I-I deserve to be fucked hard by your cock. I m-must b-be spanked and whipped and throat-fucked unt-til I can't breathe, Master!”

The horniness and the pleasure mixed with pain made her voice mushy. 

"M-my pussy has to be f-filled with your cock and I-I have to take it as hard and as often as you w-want, master," continued the schoolgirl and Lars grabbed her hair, pulling it hard as he fuckedthe tight the pussy with harder and quicker thrusts. His hips were now slamming into her buttocks with each thrust and soon he was breathing fast. 

"You're so tight and wet, whore," Lars muttered. A drop of sweat ran down his forehead and landed on her back. 

"Your cock is so b-big, Master," Astrid replied, half-choked. "Fuck me h- MMHGG-"

The girl's voice was cut off when Lars stuffed her soaked panties into her mouth. He held his palm over Astrid's lips, forcing the panties down as he plowed harder and faster through the milking cunt. 

After a few minutes he released her mouth, left the panties on his own accord, and rubbed the girl's clit with two fingers. 

"HMMM- HMMM- HMMMM-", Astrid moaned through the panties and the girl's young, tender body began to twitch and pull. Lars felt how the pussy spasmed around the cock and Astrid screamed and gasped through the panties as she came to a resounding orgasm. She tossed her head under Lars' rock-hard grip, ignoring the fact that her hair was stretched to its limit when his fingers didn't budge. The orgasm lasted long enough for Lars to catch up. 

“Ahh! Get down in front of me!” he ordered, pulling out of the pussy with a plop. She dropped to her knees in front of his cock, panties sticking out of her mouth and eyes wide as she looked up at him under her bangs. He jerked with quick strokes and just managed to pull the panties free from between her teeth when the first load of sticky cum sprayed out of his cock. It landed slightly wrong across her nose and lips, but the second load hit right in the middle of the girl's gaping mouth. She adjusted and stuck out her tongue, giving him a wider target area. “Ahhh!” he moaned again and the third load hit her tongue and chin. Another couple of smaller squirts left the tip of the cock, but Lars was too tired to aim. Her face was smeared with his jizz, but she sat obediently with her mouth open as Lars leaned forward and ran his fingers over her red-flamed face, scooping the cum down to her lips and mouth. When he was satisfied and saw his white seed bobbing in the schoolgirl's mouth, he nodded.

“You can swallow now.”

She closed her mouth and swallowed with three loud gurgling sounds, closing her eyes she forced it down. “Thank you for your sperm, Master.”

"Did you enjoy the taste?"

"It… was delicious, Master," answered Astrid.

"Good." Lars sank into his chair. "You can get dressed and go home now, Astrid."

The schoolgirl bent down and began picking her clothes. She glanced shyly at him as she dressed. "A-am I finished being punished, Master?"

“Your punishment is done. You were very good.”

She lowered her eyes as she buttoned her shirt and slipped her feet into her shoes. “I-I don't think I've fully learned yet, Master.”

"You say, Astrid?"

She looked up and her cheeks turned red. “Y-yes, Master. I think I need to be punished more. S-several times, Master.”

“Do you really?” Lars buttoned his own pants, but could already feel the blood beginning to fill his flaccid member again. “You may be right. Come back here, same time, next week.”

“Yes, Master. I long to learn from you, Master.”

"I do believe you." Lars held up her panties, wet with saliva and juices. “I will keep these. It's an unnecessary garment anyway. From now on, you don't need to wear them. Understood?"

“Yes, Master.” She blushed but smiled shyly.

"Good. See you tomorrow then."

Maja, wife of Sigvard Karlsson and stepmother of his son David, wagged her plump ass as the young, clean-shaven man stood behind her. She gasped as he took a firm grip around her hair and smacked her buttocks. She felt the usual shameful arousal when his stiff manhood pressed against her wet pussy. She embraced his shaft with muscles inside her cunt, met his hips as they began moving in a steady rhythm. His hand slid around her waist, reached to stimulate the pink pearl hidden on top of her wet folds. She spun like a cat as he firmly pulled her hair and increased the speed.

Maja saw herself gazing back from the mirror at front of the bed. Even though she was only four years from her forties, she was still hanging on the the beauty that had made her so notorious during her youth. Her looks had of course changed, but in the best possible way. A safe, shielded life had kept her skin smooth. Her discipline regarding food, alcohol and tobacco made her body well-rounded instead of thick or sinewy. And still had no major wrinkles or gray hairs had made their entrance.

She felt how the younger man, almost a boy as he was, pulled on her hair, forced her to kneel. She moaned as his lips kissed the back of her neck. One hand squeezed her stiff breasts as he drilled his cock deeper inside of her.

"Do you like when I fuck you, bitch?" he whispered in her ear.

"Mm," moaned Maja.

"What do you think your husband would say if he saw you now?" Patrik asked, grabbing her throat with a firm grip.

The shame welled at the thought of Sigvard seeing her now, being fucked by this young, pimple-faced man, but for some reason - which Patrik was well aware of - it only made her pussy drip all the more.

"He would get angry," Maja said.

"Would he punish you?" Patrik bit into her ear while he emphasized his words with even stronger thrusts against her ass.

"Maybe," Maja moaned.

"He should, because you deserve it." He pinched her hard nipples before pushing her face back onto the sheets. "This is how it goes when you are an unfaithful bitch." He pulled out his cock and parted her buttocks. Without pardon he pressed the cock against her forbidden hole, as he had done many times before. The sphincter gave way and his cock filled her tight bottom almost to the root.

It still hurt, but not like the first few times, when she hadn't even been able to walk afterwards. The pain was quickly followed by pleasyre these days, and came from more than just the feeling of his cock in her tightest, most sinful hole. It was also how forbidden it was, in both act and situation, as well as knowing that she was completely under his control.

Sigvard, her husband, was a strong man. But he had always been overly tender towards her, especially in the bedroom. A fine lover with his hands and tongue, but always in full control of himself. He had never forced her face against the sheets, hard enough to make her gasp for air, as he did what he wished with her helpless body. He had never torn off her dress, making buttons fly in all directions, while grabbing her face and pushing his cock deep into her mouth. He had never forced her to lie still on her back while jerking over her face and spraying his thick, white seed over her waiting face.

Patrik had done all these things the first night they met, and more since then.

She had spent two months at the capital, away from her husband and family. Tomorrow she would start her journey home and she had made it clear to Patrik this was their last night together. Of course, he had decided to make the best of it. He drilled his cock hard and deep between her buttocks and Maria felt an orgasm start its approach.

He filled her with his seed as she screamed in climax. She panted with her brows buried against the sheet as he playfully smacked her buttocks and pulled out his shrinking member. He lay dwon on his back next to her, resting his hands under his head. She put her cheek against his chest, as she knew he wanted.

"So you're really leaving me tomorrow?" Patrik asked.

"It's time," Maja replied.

"You can stay. No one is forcing you to go back."

Maja sighed. She had been afraid that this would happen. "No one is forcing me to go home. I just want to."

Patrik was silent and she could feel his chest getting tense. She regretfully closed her eyes as she knew what was coming. 

"I love you."

"You are cute," Maja replied, kissing his cheek. "But you know I belong to someone else."

"He's not enough for you."

"It ... thats not true," Maja replied.

"Why else are you with me?"

"It's not that simple ..."

Patrik looked down at her. "Do you regret being with me?"

"No," said Maja. "And yes."

"Can you give a fucking answer at some point? Do you love me or not?"

Damn, she had known it would lead to this. From the first moment, she had known that this was the final destination. A broken heart for him, and eternal shame for her.

"No, I do not," she said as tenderly as she could. "I love my husband."

Her chin hit the bed as Patrik got up and began to dress. "Thanks for the answer," he said just before leaving her alone in the hotel room. Maja did nothing to stop him. Instead she sank deeper between the sheets while staring up at the ceiling. She was not a stupid woman. She had known this was going to happen. And how the shame would strike at her. She closed her eyes. There was no taking back what was already done. It was time to face the consequences.

***

A few days later, the Mr. Sigvard Karlsson sat behind his desk with a newly opened letter in his hand. The letter was from a certain Patrik Stark. Judging from the tone and handwriting, the sender was a young well-off man, probably living in the more dainty parts of Stockholm. 
Anger made Sigvard shake as the contents hit him, further spurred by the arrogant wording troughout the letter. He wanted to crumble it and throw it away, followed by a chair and possibly his most expensive table, into the wall. But through all the anger an inner voice managed to make itself heard: "And how innocent are you, Mr Karlsson?".
Images of a girl with fair skin and curly hair, kneeling with his cock deep in her mouth, appeared. Another of him "punishing" her with both palms and a thin rod, and later fucking her as a reward when she's proven her obedience. For two months Sigvard had enjoyed his very own slave, a young not-so-innocent lamb to do what he wanted with. And if he was honest with himself he would'nt have given up on this new found pleasure when Mary returned. 

Alas, he had no right to be angry. Any sin she might have committed, he was equally guilty of. 

But still he was angry.

Someone knocked on the door. "Mrs. Karlsson is here, sir," said Lisa and curtsied. Sigvard dropped the letter on the table and perused his new maid. He thought Sara was a wonderful young girl, with all that entailed. In any village or lesser town, she would be hailed as the great beauty. But Lisa was more than just beautiful or cute. She dazzled every room she stepped into. She had a doll-sweet face with smooth, porcelain-like features, sun-golden hair and bright eyes. Her body was well turned, the hips just wide enough to described as curvy, and she had started to fill out those dresses a bit more during her time here – slowly making up for what previously been missing as a child growing up in a poor family. And her breasts ... even through the fabric of her dress, he could still make out the beautiful forms – firm and as made to be fondled and squeezed. 

In ancient times, a great war had been fought between the united city-states of Greece and Troy, just for one woman. Sigvard imagined that Helene might have approached Lisa's beauty. To have such a revelation in front of him ... lying on her back, naked, with the legs parted, hunger burning in those innocent eyes of her...

Sigvard realized he was not only staring, but also building an erection while so doing. He forced his thoughts back to the present. His plans for Lisa was in motion, but now he had to focus on the present.

"Tell her to meet me up here, if you would my dear."

"Yes, Mr. Karlsson." The girl curtsied again – slightly overcompensating - and left. Sigvard reached for the letter and read the words one last time before Maja walked in the room. She could most likely feel something in the air, because she stopped at the doorstep and looked at the letter still in his hand. "I suppose that must have just arrived?"

"Hello, darling."

He's voice must have been cold, despite his attempts of light-hearted flippancy, as she just lowered her gaze and sighed. "Patrik?"

"Yes." He stared at his wife, waiting for an answer. She truly was beautiful. He was almost surprised at how much her betrayal hurt him. Once you had lived with one person long enough, it was easy to forget what those feelings you've taken for granted truly meant. Easy to forget what love really was. But when he pictured her with another mans cock in her mouth... his gorgeous wife satisfying some spoiled city brat with that beautiful, mellow body of hers... that's when he remembered how much she truly meant for him. And the shame towards his own recent decisions multiplied. 

"I was ... confused," Maja said. "He ... I was not strong enough." Her voice was colored by shame and she fiddled with a curly lock as she spoke, her eyes lowered to the floor.

"So you fucked him?"

She seemed shocked by his language, but nodded.

"Come here," said Sigvard.

Hesitantly she crossed the distance between them, until she stood just a few feet from him. He looked at her. She was not old, but her youth was behind her. And the journey had made her blossom. The curly hair framed a mature but wrinkle-free face, with full lips and usually playful eyes, like a kitten sneaking up on its master, intent on slaying his wicked fingers. He touched her cheek. "Do you love Patrik?"

She opened her eyes. "No. Never. You're my one love. Truly."

"But yet you let him fuck you? Several times?"

She nodded with a lowered gaze.

"How many times?"

She drew in her breath. "Every night for a month."

Sigvard felt himself stiffen. Every night? How long had it been since they used to fuck every night??
His hand moved downwards while the battle between jealousy and anger raged in his mind. Was he not guilty of that exact same crime? Had he not fucked another girl practically every night during this same month? And just "fucking" wouldn't be enough to describe it. 

"Something is wrong between us," he whispered. "It's been for a long time now."

She raised her eyes hesitantly "What do you mean?"

"What you've done ... and what I've done ... it's symptoms."

"What have you done?"

"We have both sinned ... against God and one another."

She frowned in confusion for a second before her face shifted. "Oh." She was silent for a moment. "Who?"

Sigvard thought. Their infidelity was a symptom of something ... But maybe it did not have to be a disease ... Maybe it could be something good? He decided to put all the cards on the table.

"Sara!" he called.

Maja turned confusedly towards the door when the young maid cautiously stepped in and curtsied. "Yes, sir?"

With her hair braided in two cute pigtails, the feet bare on the cold floor, and that slim dress she looked ridicously cute.

"Her?" Maja asked.

Sigvard took his wife by the hand and whispered softly. "We can turn this around. Let me show you." He kissed her cheek and neck before raising his voice towards his yound slave. "Sara, explain to my wife what we have done in her absence."

Sara blushed and nervously clasped her hands in front of dress. She stammered, "Everything, sir?"

"All of it."

"Mr. Karlsson has taught me to be an obedient girl. He has taught me to suck his cock and take it deep in my throat. He has taught me how to best satisfy him when we fuck. If I am obedient, he rewards me with his warm seed, and if I disobey, he will punish me."

Maja looked with wide eyes at the girl who spoke so frankly. Sara's face turned redder.

"How did he punish you?" Maja whispered.

"By whipping my ass or pussy."

"He whipped you ... between the legs?"

Sara nodded, her face red as wine.

"Do you want me to show you?" whispered Sigvard in Maja's ear. His wife stood still for a moment and while staring at the girl, but her breathing was heavy and a cute blush was spreading on her cheeks.

"Yes," she croaked silently.

"Sara, sit down at the table."

The girl obediently walked over to the desk and sat on its edge. "Like this, sir?"

"Good. Now, pull up your skirt."

The girl blushed deeper, but parted her legs as she pulled up the hem of her dress. Her smooth, wet pussy exposed itself to Maria and Sigvard. Sigvard heard Maja catch her breath. Her gaze was fixed on the glistening, hairless pussy.

"Caress yourself, Sara."

The young, fair-haired girl ran her fingers between her legs. With gentle movements she moved a finger up and down the slightly parted slit.

"Do you want to feel?" he asked. Maja stretched out a hand as if in a trance and touched gently on the wet surface of the young pussy. She moved a finger along the pink lips, widening her eyes as Sara let out a soft moan. The tip of her finger became wet as the girls eyes turned glassy, squirming in pleasure as a woman touched her most sacred part for the first time.

"What are we doing?" Maja whispered as she raised her finger to Sigvard, who took it in his mouth and licked the juices.

"We are discovering what we have been missing before, darling," he said. His hand slid down over his wife's back, toward her waist and hips. He squeezed her ass through the dress fabric. "Touch her again."

Maja's hand returned to Sara, who raised the pussy to meet her. Sigvard slid around his wife and slowly pulled up the hem of the dress as she stood leaning between the girls thighs. He bared her legs and lace covered buttocks. He pulled her underwear down her waist and dropped them to the floor while unbuttoning his pants, freeing the screaming cock from its prison.

"You've shaved," he said.

"Patrik forced me," Maja mumbled as her hand played with Sara's labia.

"Keep it up," said Sigvard, putting his throbbing tip against her swelling mouse. She was as horny as the girl on the table, which the juices down her thighs tattled. "I'm going to fuck you now, honey."

"Yes, please", she whispered and moaned as Sigvard buried himself to the root inside her with a single deep thrust. She anchored her hands against Sara's slender thighs as Sigvard began to fuck her hard. He detached one of her breasts from the tight-fitting dress and massaged it while thrusting harder and harder into his wife's hot pussy. Sara watched with wide eyes as they fucked just inches from her face.

"Caress yourself, slut," Sigvard ordered and Sara began to rub her pussy with legs spread wide and Maria's face rocking inches from the parted, glittering folds.

"Spank your pussy!"

Sara obeyed immediately. A splashing *SLAP* sounded as her palm slammed between her legs.

Maja had her eyes fixed on the young creature in front of her. Their eyes locked as Sara punished her pussy again with her hand and Maja moaned from horniness and pleasure. She wanted to take it to the next step, as Patrik had done with her.

"Bring your back legs more. Show me your tightest hole," she ordered gruffly. Sara's eyes widened even more as she pulled her legs up further and fully exposed herself to her master and mistress. "Did you fuck her there?" Maja asked her husband as he thrust into her from behind.

"No," he grumbled. "Not yet."

"Tonight you will do it." She kept her voice steady, despite the cock pumping in and out of her pussy. "And you have to be ready, Sara. Put one finger in. No, the other hand. Keep stroking yourself at the same time." It was almost exactly the same words that Patrik had used against her. He had also made her caress herself for him, on a chair in front of the bed. When he had told her that he was going to fuck her ass, she had been both nervous and a little excited.

Sara's eyes were locked to hers as the maid put her finger to the tight, wrinkly hole below the pussy. Slowly, with a gasp, her fingertip pushed through the resistance, entering her own asshole for the first time, all while rubbing her pussy with the other hand. She exhaled as she leaned further back.

"Good. Good," Maja whispered. "Now, deeper. Push past the nail."

Sara forced the finger deeper in her ass while rubbing her clit faster and faster.

"I'll show you," Maja said, bending forward, down between the girl's legs. She gently pulled out the girl's finger and moistened her own with a little saliva. She touched on the wrinkled skin covering the small, tight opening. "Relax, try not to tense." Slowly she penetrated the girl's asshole with her index finger.

Sara drew in a deep breath and her ass closed tight around Maja's finger as she slid deeper into the girl's rear hole. Centimeter by centimeter, she stretched the girl's ass while Sara herself rubbed the hard, moist clit. Sara pulled her legs up, raising her bare feet towards the air. Maja began to fuck her tight hole in rhythm with the splashing from Saras pussy.

"Keep going," grumbled Sigvard, who already felt himself closing on climax. Maja moaned, eyes fixed on the maid's swollen pussy. She slapped on it with her free hand, first gently but then harder. Sara responded with loud moans. After a few minutes, her body began to shake in orgasm and Maria buried her face between the girl's legs, feeling the ecstasy run through the young girl.

That was enough to drag Sigvard over the finish line. He pulled out and let his semen squirt over Maja's buttocks. Maja raised her face as she leaned on the girl's slender thighs.

"My God," she mumbled.

"Slut, clean us," ordered Sigvard. Sara stepped down from the table and knelt in front of Sigvard. She took his cock in her mouth, cleaning it with tongue and lips. Then she turned to Maja's ass, and without further ado she slowly licked the semen from her buttocks. Maja stood still, leaning over the table and catching her breath as the young maid cleaned her.

"You are a very good maid," Maja said at last.

"Very good," Sigvard confirmed, stroking the girl's cheek. He kissed her lips. Maja pulled down the hem of the dress from her buttocks and stood up. She joined her husband, caressed the maid's cheek. Sara looked shyly at her, but parted her lips as Maja leaned forward for a kiss. Their tongues met and Maja felt the taste of Sigvard's semen. She wrapped a hand around the girl's throat, a tender yet firm grip. "Tonight, Sigvard will fuck you in the ass."

Sara nodded obediently, albeit with some hesitation.

"But before I do that, you should get an assignment," said the farmer.

"What, sir?"

Sigvard smiled at his wife.

***

It was night. Lisa lay dozing in bed with Sara's warm body close to her side. It had been weeks since she arrived at the farm, and the two girls was still sharing a matress. Lisa had started to suspect that the delay wasn't accidental. A week had passed since she spied on her master and Sara's nocturnal adventures but the memory was still clear, ingrained in her mind every time she closed her eyes. She pictured Sara's pussy and ass being spanked with the thin rod. She saw the maid willingly parting her legs in anticipation for another lash. She saw Mr. Karlsson getting ready in front of Sara's cute, tear covered face as he started to push his cock deep in her throat. Her face getting red and covered in saliva while Mr. Karlsson fucked it without any sign of gentleness.

Lisa could not help but curl up in the bed and press her moist crotch against the mattress. A whole week had passed since she touched herself to orgasm while peeking at their sinful act. Since then, every night had been torture. With Sara next to her, it was difficult to access her pussy without drawing suspicion. And it didn't get any better when Sara insisted on squirming close to her back, often with one arm over her hip. Sometimes she felt fingers massaging her thighs or playing with the hem of her nightgown. But nothing more. And when they woke up in the morning, no words about it were spoken. Maybe Sara was only doing it in her sleep, and thus unaware of how it affected Lisa? Did she dream about the big farmer and did not know what her hands were doing?

The dark part of Lisa, the forbidden part, wanted Sara's fingers to wander deeper. Up the thighs and under the thin fabric of the nightgown. She knew it was forbidden, but her pussy roared for attention.

Just as she thought of Sara's fingers, she felt an arm slide over her side. A hand was placed against her thigh, just where the nightgown ended. Lisa drew in her breath as her fingers began massaging her sensitive skin. She lay as still as she could, pretending to sleep, while the fingers walked further up her thighs, playing with the hem.

Her heart beating against her chest, but otherwise still, Lisa pretended to sleep. Without thinking about it, she moved her leg, causing the linen to slide higher up along her thighs. Sara's fingers followed. They caressed the inside of her legs, approaching the laced fabric over her warm and moist sex. Slowly, still as if asleep, Lisa slightly parted her legs. Then she lay still, waiting for Sara to take the next step.

Three fingers slid over her crotch, feeling the wetness. The soft touch sent a shock through Lisa's body. She held her breath, forcing back the moan. For a long, painful minute, the fingers lay still. But then they began to gently caress her above the underwear. Lisa felt Sara's breath against her neck and it took all her strength not to gasp loudly while the fingers danced and played between her legs. The young, cute maid must feel the moisture through the fabric and it was no hiding how horny Lisa was.

It did not take long before the intruding fingers slid under the lace, caressing her pubic hair before sliding between her parted, wet folds. The top of a finger touched her pink pearl, the knot of sensitive skin that always made Lisas toes curl. For the first time, another person touched Lisa's sex and she could no longer hold back the moan.

"Ah", she gasped with eyes closed.

Sara shifted behind her. A warm leg slid over her thigh and she felt the young maid move her hip closer against her as Lisa lay still, feeling the invading hand against her slit. Another hand slid inside her neckline and Lisa gasped once more when two fingers started to play with her stiff nipples and firm breasts.

"Are you awake?" Sara whispered.

"Yes," Lisa finally whispered back.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," Lisa replied.

"Good," Sara breathed in her ear. "Because I don't know if I can." The girl's fingers pushed deeper against the wet folds of her pussy while also pinching her nipples. Lisas body responded accordingly, and a slowburning fire was building inside her, spreading from the crotch to her muzzled breathing and curling toes. 

"Are you close?"

"Yes," Lisa gasped.

"If I let you explode, will you follow me later?" Her fingers slowed down, stroking gently over her pubic hair. The orgasm poked, but stayed teasingly at the doorstop as Sara teasingly stroked her labia with smooth, circling motions. "Will you do as I say? Without question?"

"Yes," Lisa replied desperately. So close, yet so far away. Right now Lisa would agree to anything. With her body shaking, bare toes grasping around the sheets, she was completely under Saras control. If she was denied the erupting fire spreading through her young, virgin body, she would surely die. 

"So you will do what I want, no matter what?"

"Yes, anything", Lisa moaned and tried to force her pussy towards the girl's fingers. It was not enough.

"Good little girl," Sara said, pinching her nipple harder. Then she returned to caressing Lisa's pussy, harder and faster than before. A finger slid into the pulsating opening, penetrating the narrow, unexplored hole. Then another finger. Sara pressed her body harder against her back, grinding her hips against Lisas buttocks while gently biting her earlobes and kissing her neck.

It brought her past the finish line.

"AHHH", Lisa shouted as her body spasmed. She bounced up and down on the bed, the young girl suddenly over her with fingers buried between her legs. Squirty sounds echoed in quick rythm as Sara fucked her with two fingers, dragging her to another orgasm. And a third.

Finally, Lisa's body relaxed and she rested her forehead against the sweat soaked mattress.

"Very good little girl," Sara said, kissing her neck and cheeks. She slid her leg over Lisas hips and sat up straight, her thighs on each side of Lisa while she rested her bodyweight on her loins. Their eyes met for the first time and a small smile played over Sara's lips. She leaned forward and put her soft, warm lips against Lisas.

It was Lisas first true kiss and she greedily accepted the heat from the other girl's breath while meeting the tongue with her own.

"Now it's your turn to obey, my little slut," Sara suddenly said.

Lisa blushed, but at the same time she felt a strange warmth spread within her. She had longed for this, ever since that night watching Mr. Karlsson spank the other Saras naked buttocks. It had haunted her thoughts and dreams for days and the time was long gone when she could deny her inner desires.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Wash yourseld and brush your hair. Then come with me. Your new master is waiting for you." She brought forward two fingers, wet from Lisa's pussy, and put them against her lips. The taste was more than pleasant. "He's been waiting a long time for you."

Sara scooped up some more water and poured over the new maid's head. Her curly, sunny yellow hair straightened when it got wet, lay tightly over her shoulders and bare breasts. The new girl - Lisa - had put her arms tightly around her breasts as she sank into the bathtub, and had not yet let go.

"So how long have you worked for Mr. Karlsson?" Sara recognized Lisa's words as an awkward attempt to downplay the embarrassment of the situation. Apparently she was a little uncomfortable being naked in front someone else - girl or not.

"Oh, just a few months," said Sara, who herself felt how a familiar feeling began to build within her. It always started as a slight tickle between the thighs, almost as if someone had pulled a feather along the soft slit. Shortly after, she began to get wet.

"He seems to be a good man," Lisa said. "Not true?"

Sara smiled to herself. "He is a very good man. Especially if you are docile and do as he says."

"Of course," Lisa said.

After the tickling, it started to burn lightly, but in a pleasant way. It spread through the pussy and along Sara's arms and legs. It was now that her body began to scream for attention, and if she did not immediately remedy it, it would get worse.

"It's easier if your arms are straight," Sara said as she poured another scoop of water over Lisa's back. She put down the bucket and picked up a bath sponge. With soft strokes she began scrubbing the new girl's bare shoulders.

"I ... I might be able to wash myself ...", Lisa said uncertainly.

"Uh, it's no problem. We'll share a room, so it's just as well we get used to each other.

Lisa blushed and Sara felt how the fire between her legs became more intense. Lisa released her breasts and let her arms fall into the water. Sara stood behind her with her scrubbed back, but could see the pale, puffy forms, with small warts and slightly pink nipples. Sara closed her eyes as the fire reached her toes, and curled them on the wet floor.

Her body had always lived its own life. Boys and men, and the thought of what they were hiding under their pants, made it glow and burn between her legs. But it was only now, with this naked wonder in front of her, that a girl fused the same feelings. Sara had always seen herself as cute, even beautiful, but she knew she was fading compared to the new maid in the tub in front. A body created by the angels themselves to drive the men crazy, with nosy breasts, well-carved hips and a face so beautiful that it was hard not to stare.

Sara remembered the words Sigvard herself described her with, and could not help but feel jealous. When he took her hard from behind, was it Lisa he would dream of? When he squirted her mouth full of seed, was it the sun-yellow angel's lips he would imagine?

"Sara?" Without thinking about it, Sara's movements had changed over Lisa's back. The harsh movements of the sponge were now soft, massaging. They circled the exquisite shoulders with long strokes and went further and further over the girl's shoulders, down towards the full, waiting breasts. Lisa turned her head and Sara noticed a blush on the girl's face.

Sara had to clear her throat before answering. "Sorry, my mind was drifting..."

Lisa did not answer, but turned her face back, still red as an apple.

Sara continued with the sponge down over Lisa's shoulders. She washed the girl's neck and felt the wet curls against the skin. And then she trailed the sponge towards the beautiful, soft breasts again, with smooth, massaging movements. Lisa began to raise her arms, but stopped them halfway up.

"I can probably wash myself there," she said weakly.

"I can continue if you want?" Sara replied, slowing down, just as they were on their way over Lisa's pink, wet nipples. They looked ... stiff?

Lisa was quiet while the sponge caressed her skin by the sides of the breasts, but then Lisa held up her hand and took the damp sponge from her. Disappointed and with fire between her legs, Sara let go.

It knocked on the door. "Sorry, ladies." It was Mr Karlsson who spoke on the other side. "Can I exchange a few words with you, Sara?"

"Yes, Mr. Karlsson," Sara shouted back.

Once outside, her master stood with a wicked smile. "Well?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"How's the new girl?"

Sara thoughts pictured the nosy breasts, wet with water and steam. "Sweet as the sun," she mumbled, perhaps a little resignedly.

Mr. Karlsson stroked her cheek. "You do not need to worry."

"Really?"

He caressed her cheek, the slowly moved the hand down her dress. Her nipples were stiff through the fabric and she inhaled deeply as he pinched hard. "Are you wet?"

Sara nodded.

"Show me."

She brought her hand under the hem of the dress and pulled with a finger between her pulsating labia. Just the soft touch was enough to almost make her explode. She raised her glistening finger and held it in front of Mr. Karlsson's face. Then she slowly and sensually licked it off, a quiet moan escaping her lips. His eyes held hers and she felt his fingers curl up under her dress, reaching between her legs, and softly moving back and forth.

"Does she make you horny?" he asked.

"Yes," Sara replied with half-closed eyes as she moved her hip towards his hand.

"Do you want her to touch you like I do now?"

Sara moaned in response.

"Do you want to touch her like I do now?"

"Yes," Sara whispered.

"Tonight we will continue your training. But before you come to me, I want you to touch yourself to climax. Next to Lisa, while she sleeps."

Sara hesitated, her legs weak from his touch. "How?"

"You will share a bed. Explain that we have ordered another, but yours will not arrive for a while. Come up with any excuse you want."

Saras heart fluttered. She would share a bed with sweet, beautiful Lisa?

"When you come, I want you to feel her."

"Where?"

"Anywhere, but it should be bare skin."

Sara swallowed. The nervosity was palpable, but so was the fire between her legs. Even more so, even.

"After, you come to my room. Then I'll teach you a new thing."

***

Lisa prepared for the night as she always did - a hundred strokes with the hairbrush. She liked her hair and even the curls, but without constant attention it quickly turned into something that could best be attributed to a homeless animal.

Sara sat at the bedside table next to her, also with a hairbrush in hand. She was wearing a thin nightgown that barely reached the knees, and as she sat with her legs crossed on the chair pale skin showed up towards the hips. Her toes were painted in a deep, red color, which Lisa perceived as strange in a working class girl.

Sara had explained that they would share a bed while waiting for another to arrive. Lisa wasn't going to complain - Mr. Karlsson had given her so much. And it was only for a short time. But Lisa remembered back to the bath, and the quickening of her breath while poor Sara scrubbed her back. Lisa had forced herself to interrupt it before the other maid felt how hard her nipples were.

She had never been touched that way before. Not by girl or man. During her eighteen years, Lisa had never had time with boys. There had been too much to do on the farm and too many problems to take care of. So when Sara touched her, so softly and sensually, something had hit Lisa. It had been difficult sitting still or breathe normally. At one point, as Sara's hands approached her breasts, Lisa's hand had settled between her smooth legs, touching the forbidden slits. She wondered if Sara had heard the little squeak escaping her lips.

Damn, now it started happening again. The moisture between her legs slowly spreading...

"Are you ready?" asked Sara, who was already lying in bed.

Lisa lay down under the covers next to her. She thanked the Lord for her nightgown, which covered the moisture between her thighs. They chatted for a few minutes before quieting down. She seemed so nice, Sara did. Lisa did not want to ruin anything so quickly, before the even got to know each other. If the cute, innocent girl had any idea about the droplets running down her thighs, turning the bed wet under her...

She closed her eyes tightly and tried to fall asleep.

***

Is she sleeping? Sara had been waiting for almost an hour. Surely she must have fallen asleep now? Sara touched Lisa's shoulder. No reaction.

Okay. She lay down on her back, her legs slightly apart. She wished there was more room, but her foot was already touching Lisa's legs. Softly, she pulled a finger along the dark cleft between her legs, feeling the wet and sensitive skin. She took it slow, as Mr. Karlsson had taught her when he made her caress himself in front of him, on a chair, while he watched. With her legs spread wide open over the armrests, she had come, time after time while he watched and gave instructions. Sometimes he brought a thin rod, narrower than a finger, and slapped her pussy with it. It was those orgasms that made her scream and whimper through the oiled wooden ball he used to clogg her mouth with. It was necessary as to not wake up the whole house and reveal their nocturnal meetings.

It was a simple, oiled wooden ball, fastened to two leather straps, which he tied around her head. The ball was small enough it fit in her jaw, but only just. With her mouth gagged, she could at best grunt and howl dully, but her screams were dampened to manageable levels. After some time with the gag, her chin and face was covered in saliva, drippling down on pointy breasts, which she then had to wipe off herself with fingers or undergarments.

Her hand had now picked up speed and the mattress rocked lightly with her movements. She pushed two fingers up inside her pussy while a moan escaped her lips. Her foot hit Lisa's legs and she angled over to the side, forming a spoon against Lisa, who was lying on her stomach with her face turned to the other side. Sara was about to cum, but as was she would fail Mr Karlsson's assignment.

All or nothing.

With her free hand, she began to pull up Lisa's nightgown, hoping the girl was deeply asleep.

***

Something woke Lisa from her slumber. A splashing sound next to her where Sara lay. The mattress rocked slightly, in time with the sound. A warm foot caressed her leg. Suddenly she felt a hand pull on her nightgown, exposing her skin to air. Lisa held her breath. Her brain had a hard time putting together the clues. She felt Sara's movements – restrained, but easy feel pushed against eachother as they were. The girl was touching herself! Under their shared cover! While... also touching Lisa?

Lisa was unsure of what she should do. She should feel disgusted, but... she felt ... warm. The nightgown was pulled up over her behind and without thinking about it, she moved so that the fabric could be released more easily.

A hand was placed over her bare buttocks and squeezed lightly. Lisa could not help it. Slowly, slowly, she brought her hand down between her legs. Sara's hand squeezed harder over her bare ass and she held back a gasp. Lisa pulled her fingers like a feather over her slit, feeling how the moisture stained her fingertips. There was something forbidden about touching oneself - seldom pronounced, but still well known. It was an insult to God, a submission to your basic carnal impulses. Humans were more than that, more than animals. God had given them the will and strength to resist such temptations! 

But... it felt so good. And ... Lisa had to admit it to herself – but sweet little Sara next to her, squeezing Lisa's buttocks, made it even hotter.

"Oh!" Sara panted and Lisa felt something wet over squirt over her buttocks. The hand let go of her butt and Lisa tried to lie still, still with her fingers buried between her legs. Sara sighed loudly and the mattress shifted as she got up. Lisa heard her step out of bed, open the door and sneak out in the hallway outside.

Lisa felt the heat from her pussy, felt it pulsate under her fingers. She just wanted to start rubbing, giving in to her sinful desire. But she held back, forcing herself to be the docile christian she was raised as.

She lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling, feeling how the mattress got wetter under her ass, where Sara had sprayed something on her. What had it been? And also... what had just happened? Lisa thought of the bath earlier during the day, when Sara had started massaging her breasts. Had it been more than something innocent? Had Sara ... had a desire for her?

And where had she gone?

Lisa waited a few minutes, her eyes closed in pretend sleep, in case Sara would return. When she did not do so, she got out of bed and snuck out, barefoot, after Sara. She did not really know what the plan was. Finding her and ... what? She just knew she could not sleep with her pussy itching the way it did.

Mr. Karlsson owned a large farm, with a large house, but not large enough to get lost. Her and Sara's rooms were upstairs, on the same level as Mr Karlsson's, and it was a short walk from one end to the other. Therefore, the sounds from Mr. Karlsson's room reached her almost immediately.

The door was slightly open, as if it been carelessly closed without really shutting in place. A dull voice spoke from the inside but Lisa could not really make out the words. She snuck closer, her heart in her throat, until she was standing right by the doorway.

"And when you touched her, did it make you horny?"

A gasping, affirmative sound answered, and was immediately followed by a whipping sound and a squeeking, feminine howl.

"Did she wake up?"

Sara, who for some reason did not seem to be able to speak, replied with a negative muffled noise.

Mr. Karlsson, and Lisa recognized the voice as his, continued, "Do you wish she had touched you?"

It took a few seconds before another whipping noise broke the silence, followed by a muffled howl. Sara moaned submissively in response.

"Do you wish her head was between your legs now?"

Lisa could not stop herself. She took a step closer to the door and gently moved it open, just so she could peek inside. She gasped at the sight.

With her buttocks protruding and her legs wide apart, Sara sat on a chair, naked as the day she was born. She had arms wrapped around her legs, keeping her feet high in the air, with her bare toes curled and the soles of her feet wrinkled. Her body shone with sweat, the hair was a tangled mess, and something seemed to be tied to her mouth.
Was that a wooden ball? Fastened with leather straps? Was that what made her unable to speak? Did that explain why her chin and breasts were covered in spit?

But it was the sight of her pussy that really cought Lisa of guard. It was smooth as the surrounding skin, but reddish and moist. The girl jerked when a rod, narrow as a finger, hit the blushing pussy with a wheezing sound and she screamed with both pleasure and pain.

It was clear, both in how she wriggled sensually in the chair, and how moist her sex was, that Sara enjoyed the treatment. And it was just as clear that Mr. Karlsson, who was holding the rod, enjoyed having her stuck in the chair.

The rod hit the plump breasts, leaving a blushing stripe over the soft skin. Sara twisted in the chair and her nails dug deep in her thighs.

"You were a good girl tonight, Sara. So your punishment will not be harsh this evening. Twenty on the buttocks and ten on the lips. Get ready."

The girl immediately pulled her legs down and turned around on the chair, so she kneeled on the cushion with her ass pushing high against the air.

Lisa tensed up when she saw the big farmer take charge with his arm. When the rod hit the bare skin she slapped her hand in front of her mouth to quiet the involuntary gasp. Sara's howl was dampened by the ball in her mouth, but still loud enough. The next hit made Sara jerk spasmodically as she pressed her head down in front of her, pushing her forehead towards the seat of the chair.

Lisa watched the spectacle with wide eyes. She had a hard time understanding what she was seeing. Part of her was worried about being caught and she knew the smartest thing was to turn around, go back to her bed and pretend that she never never saw anything. But another part of her, the part that slowly took control of her body, felt something warm and itching build inside her. Without thinking about it, she started fiddling with the hem of her nightgown, pulling it halfway up her bare thighs before she realized what she was doing. With trembling fingers she released the thin fabric.

*WHIP* Sara moaned again. A dozen red stripes was now covering her buttocks and her bare toes curled tight as the whip hit her again. Despite the obvious pain, her ass rose higher in the air, inviting him to continue with the punishment.

The last lash hit its target and without catching her breath, the girl turned around, pulled her legs up and spread them wide, resting her feet on the armrests. Her clean-shaven, red pussy was now open to the world and it glistened wet with juices of the same kind Lisa felt running down her thigs.

"Good," grumbled the big farmer. "If you're a good girl now, you'll get a reward later. Can you be a good girl?"

Sara nodded obediently, sank deeper down over the chair and grabbed her legs with her hands so her feet dangled at head height, and wiggled with her open pussy towards Sigvard. When the rod hit her sensitive slit, she screamed loudly, but her legs stayed in the air. The next las made her jerk and saliva ran down through the gag and down her chin. She sprawled her legs, but sat obediently on the chair, ready to take the next lash.

Lisa abandoned all attempts at decency and pulled the dress fabric over her waist. She sank to her knees and let her fingers caress the hot gap between her thighs. She touched the little pearl that so often poked for attention, and a quiet, desperate moan escaped her lips. She sinned, and she hoped that God would forgive her, but right now it wouldn't matter. The only important thing was the scene that unfolded in front of her, and sparks of pleasure that ran along her body every time her fingers reached the right points.

The next lash made Sara hit her head and squeek through the saliva-covered ball. Lisa pretended that it was she was lying there in the chair, with her legs apart, her feet high above her head while her master whipped her pussy with a rod. Would she enjoy it as much as Sara? Or would the pain be too much? The sinful part of her, who now got a hold of both mind and body wanted to test. It wanted to open the door, go in and ask the patron to punish her as he punished the girl inside. But she held on, shaking, on the other side of the door, fingers buried in the blonde bush between her thighs.

The big man gave Sara's pussy one last lash. The whipping sound was overshadowed by Sara's long howl as she writhed in the chair of pain-mixed pleasure. The farmer put down the rod and freed the girl from the mouthball. Sara sobbed dully while the farmer caressed her saliva-covered cheek and playfully pinched her puffy nipples.

"Are you ready?"

Sara nodded and smiled through her tears. "I'm ready, sir. I've been practicing."

"Good." The farmer stood in front of Sara, with his crotch just in front of her face. Sara slid down the chair and knelt. With slightly trembling hands she laced up his pants and pulled out his semi-rigid limb. Lisa gasped over the size. By right, it should belong to a larger animal, but certainly not a human.

It swelled in the maid's hand as she pulled back the foreskin and playfully licked the dark glans. With parted lips, she took the cock in her mouth. The farmer stroke her hair gently while she held it inside her mouth.

"Good girl," he whispered, barely audible to Lisa, who was still slowly caressing her now splash-wet pussy. The farmer pulled out his cock, which had grown to its proper size, and slapped the girls cheeks with it. Sara giggled and tried to catch it with her mouth, hands clasped behind her back. The farmer pulled his cock over her lips before slowly inserting it into her mouth. "Now let's see how much you've really practiced, my little slave." With his hands around her head, he pushed his cock deeper and deeper, inching closer to her throat. Sara quivered with her lips around his cock, but made no movements to push him away. The farmer relieved the pressure a little, let her breathe for a few seconds before again forcing his cock deeper into her mouth.

Lisa smacked her fingers against her pussy and tasted herself. It was not an unpleasant taste, and it spurred her excitement, feeling her own juices against her tongue. She wondered what flavors Sara tasted, with the cock deep in her mouth. What was it that made the maid submit to her master to such a level as to letting him whip her, not only on the ass but also her bare cunt? And now he was pushing his cock pump deeper and deeper into her mouth, as her face turned red. She started to gag. One time. Two times. Three. Saliva hung in thick strings from his cock and her lips when the broadshouldered farmer once again let her breathe.

"Now it's going down," the he announced, fixing his eyes on Sara's. She nodded with puppy-like obedience through her salivated face and gaped wide.

Lisa stuck a finger as deep as she reached in her warm sex as the cock penetrated Sara's mouth and slid down her throat. She could see how it bulged when the throat gave way to the cock, and suddenly Sara's chin was pressed against the farmer's balls.

"Oh yes... good girl," groaned the farmer, holding her head with both hands. Lisa could see Sara trembling from the effort to hold the cock in her throat, gagging and whimpering, and when the big farmer finally pulled out his cock, she croaked loudly and gasped for air. Her master smacked playfully his cock against her cheek while he let her breathe for a few seconds. But the young maid did not need long. After a short minute, she raised her gaze again and parted her lips. Mr Karlsson did not hold back this time. With one single thrust, the entire length of his cock penetrated the petite maid's mouth. With the power of a man who spent his life doing heavy farm work, he started pumping his cock in and out of the girl's throat, fucking her face without restraint.

Lisa felt herself approaching something. How her body began to react more and more strongly to the finger buried in her pussy. The feelings of shame that previously haunted her was long gone, as she pulled up her nightgown and began to caress her full bosom intensely. She twisted a nipple while watching the big farmer pull out his cock after an extra long pass in Sara's throat. A moan escaped Lisa as the pain became a little too much, but she did not let go of the dark bud until the big farmer started fucking the girl's face again.

Lisa, at this moment, longed to change places with the girl. To feel the older man's cock in her. To be completely in his control. She pretended she was sitting on her knees, drenched in both sweat and saliva, while her master pumped his cock to the root of her mouth. Feel his hands on her scalp and cheeks against his short pubic hair as he held his cock deep in her throat until she began to run out of air. And then a little longer. She pretended it was her making the gagging sounds echoing through the room and out the hallway.

"Are you ready, slut?" the farmer asked harshly and pulled out his cock. The girl, the little, innocent maid Sara, nodded with tears along her cheeks. The master farmer started jerking his cock in front of her face and Sara opened her mouth wide, showing her tongue. With a loud grunt, he sprayed his semen over her face and as it connected with the cute mouth and nose, it started to flash in front of Lisa's eyes. She came in the first real orgasm of her life.

As she shook in the middle of her climax, she saw the strings of semen hit Sara on the back of her nose, hair and cheeks. Only the last spurts hit the mouth and the waiting tongue. But the girl still smiled and stuck out her cum drenched tongue so the farmer had something to clean his wet cock on. "Good girl," he whispered, patting her tenderly on the cheek as she swallowed his load.

"Was I as good a girl as you hoped, sir?"

"And much more."

Lisa, not just a little ashamed and surprised at herself, quietly withdrew. She dropped the nightgown back down over her thighs and walked on unsteady legs back to bed. Once there, she lay down and stared at the ceiling. What had happened to her? How had she lost control of herself so completely?

About an hour before sunrise, Sara returned to the room. Lisa pretended to sleep when the girl slid down under the blanket next to her. A few minutes later she felt an arm close around her waist and a hand cupping her breasts over the nightgown. Another few minutes later, it pinched the hard nipple through the fabric and Lisa suspected that Sara had received new assignments from her master.

Lisa didn't remove the hand.

Lisa nervously adjusted her skirt as she waited in her new patrons dining room. She had traveled for three days in a horse-drawn carriage to get here and had never met the grand farmer Karlsson herself, for whom she would now work. Her father and two sisters were currently on their way across the sea to the New World, defying wind and water for the chance at a new life. But the money had not been enough for the whole family, so her father had written to Sigvard Karlsson, a friend since childhood. Lisa had gotten her hands on the letter before sending it and had sobbed as she read the desperate words from her father, who was practically asking on his bare knees for a job for Lisa. Karlsson's answer had come quickly, with a promise of work and housing for as long as Lisa needed it. And so she was here now, dusty and tired after a long journey.

She heard footsteps outside the door and made one last attempt to straighten a tangle in her curly blonde hair. When the door opened, she stood with her fingers firmly in her curls, and with blushing cheeks she clasped her hands in front of her belly and nipples, her gaze on the floor.

"Ah, welcome, young Lisa," said the master farmer with a friendly smile. "I hope the trip was gentle?" He was a tall man with broad shoulders shaped from a life of hard work. While many peasants struggled during these times, life had been good for Mr. Karlsson, who wore fine, clean clothes and looked to be in good spirits. Next to him stood a younger man, perhaps only slightly older than Lisa herself, and on the other side of the farmer stood a young girl of Lisa's own age — eighteen or at most nineteen years old. She was struck by how beautiful and clean they all were. All three seemed to be well-fed and freshly bathed and she felt a scent of soap spread in the room. She herself had not seen a glimpse of a bathtub for several months and the last time she washed herself had been a couple of days earlier in a cold river at the side of the road. Her blush deepened.

"The journey was pleasant, but long, Mr. Karlsson," Lisa said without raising her eyes.

"I understand that," said the farmer. "And I really think a bath would be nice, right? And maybe a hot meal?"

Lisa's stomach churned in response and the farmer's warm smile widened, though she could sense something sad in his eyes. "Let me introduce my son, David, and Sara, who also works as a maid here. You two will share a room and I expect you to be good friends. Right, Sara?"

"Yes, Mr. Karlsson," the young girl replied in a low voice.

"Sara, why don't you take young Lisa and help her pour a hot bath and we'll start preparing the food in the meantime?"

"Yes, Mr. Karlsson," the young, blonde maid answered, taking Lisa's hand while leading her out of the room. Lisa felt both the patrons and David's eyes following her when she left.

*****

Sigvard Karlsson grunted happily when the door closed behind the two girls. "Beautiful girl, right David?"

David blushed and avoided Sigvard's eyes. "Yes," he said. "Very."

"Beautiful" was an understatement. The girl was as sweet as the sun, with her light curly hair and shy manner. When Mark had sent the letter, he had mentioned his daughter's obedience and willingness to work, but completely missed that he had raised an angel the last eighteen years. Sigvard felt something move between his pants and he sensed that David was struggling with the same thoughts. Sigvard smiled inside - when he hired Sara, the idea was to lure his son out of his shell, give him a chance to grow out of his shyness. But while Sara was a beautiful, young girl, it quickly became clear where her interests lay. And it had not been with David.

Sigvard got harder when he remembered the knock on the door that night when Sara first visited him. She had been wearing a thin nightgown, her pale skin glistening in the moonlight as her bare feet slowly walked toward his bed. Without a word, she crawled up among his blankets and sheets and nestled in between his arms. Her nipples were hard through the thin fabric.

"I'm scared, Mr Karlsson," she said with her face close to his. She shifted so she sat with her pale legs on either side of his hip.

"How do you mean?" Sigvard asked harshly.

"The devil has a grip on me. Every day and every night it burns."

"Burns where?"

With glossy eyes she took his hand in hers and brought it up between her legs, towards the soft cleft. Her juices spread on his fingertips when he felt how wet she was, how open she was already to him. He tried to muster the willpower to ward her off. His wife was gone over the summer and his marriage was a happy one, but her horny eyes enchanted him.

"Every day I have to walk away, away from all watching eyes, so I do not go crazy," Sara continued.

"And what do you do then, when you are alone?"

"I touch myself, hard and fast, until my sex is tender and face is glistening from sweat. But it is not enough. Sometimes I rub myself against things, pretending it be a man under me. But it is not enough either. I have tried everything - even hitting with the hairbrush where it burns the most. But the pain only makes it... warmer."

Sigvard's cock pulsed in his underwear. He now knew that he would never be able to push her away, not when she made her will so clear. And that made him angry, not at her but at himself. That he, with all he had accomplished in life, so easily lost the battle against a girl not even half as old as he. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers drilled into her buttocks through the thin fabric.

"It's called being horny," Sigvard said. "Everyone is sometimes, but some are born with more of it than others. It can very well be a curse."

"How do I get rid of it?" she gasped as his hand fondled her buttocks.

"You can not. You can only give in. You are a slut, made to please others." He may have been angry with himself, but he directed his anger at the girl.

"I am not!" said Sara, but her moan betrayed her as his hands reached under her nightgown and parted her buttocks.

"You are. Cursed to be a horny slut for the rest of your life, to suffer in shame. But I can help you if you want."

"How?"

"You can not get rid of it, so you have to give in. I can satisfy you and it will give you rest. I can train you to deal with it and learn to steer your horniness in the right direction, but in that case you have to do as I say, always. Is that understood? "

Sara, this eighteen-year-old girl who had only lived on his farm for a couple of weeks, nodded. "I will do as you say. I will be your slut."

"Good." Without warning, he pulled off her nightgown and she gasped as her body was exposed. Still angry at himself and his weakness, he twisted her nipples. Not hard, but determined. She moaned in pain-mixed pleasure as he embraced her firm, full breasts with his hands. He threw her onto bed and she bounced softly on the mattress. She watched with wide eyes as he pulled his cock out off his underwear. It rocked in all its glory, almost as wide as her arm. It must have been a terrifying sight for a young virgin like Sara, but she did not back down as he brought his limb to her lips. "Open your mouth." He knew his voice was hissing. The anger that burned in him spurred on his lust, made his hands shake as he grabbed her head and pulled her towards his pulsating member. He moaned loudly as her saliva-soaked tongue touched the sensitive top of his cock with tentative strokes. The primal part of him wanted to thrust himself to the root, into her throat, filling her completely. But he resisted the impulse. No matter how horny he was - and no matter how much this was her fault - she was still young and inexperienced. He would take his time with her, train her, make her his. And when Maja, his wife, returned in a couple of months ... it was a problem to be solved at a later time.
He let her get used to the feeling of the hard cock, let her tongue and lips become more confident in his movements before he pulled out.

Sara breathed heavily, catching her breath. He might have been tougher on the team than he realized. "I did not know you could do that," she gasped. "With your mandom... in my mouth ..."

"You will learn a lot more than that," said Sigvard, and she gasped as he pulled her around so that she was lying on her stomach between his blankets. He pulled up her hip with his hands and enjoyed how warm and soft her skin was. He caressed the buttocks, parted and slapped them lightly. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"

"Yes," she said shyly.

*SLAP* His palm left a slight red blush over her pale buttock. "How long have you had these desires? How long have you not been able to control these wicked thoughts?"

"For several years, since I was very young," she mumbled down to the pillow. She squeked when he slapped her again. "I have been punished for it before," she continued. "I told the village priest how I felt, how it always burned between my legs and how my breasts were always hard, despite my infertility. I wanted him to understand so I let him feel, first on top of my breasts and then between my legs ... Oh! " Sigvard's hand struck her bare buttocks again and the blush spread.

"What happened next?"

"He got upset, so he told me to get over his knees, pulled my dress up over my ass and punished me like my master does now ... But worse, harder."

"But it did not help," said Sigvard. *SLAP*

"No," she moaned between the hits. "It only got worse. I felt his limb beneath me, how hard it got, and the longer he held on, the more it burned. I parted my thighs as I lay over his knees and begged him to touch me. He slapped me harder, but I kept begging and finally ... He stuck touched me with his fingers and rubbed them against my sex. Something went through my body and after a while I screamed loudly while something wet shot out of me. It stained his clothes and ... ah! ah! ah! "

Sigvard slapped her several times in a row, varying between the two buttocks.

"And that's why your family sent you here, right?"

She nodded quietly into the sheets. "I could not stay in the village after that. The priest threatened to destroy for father and mother if I did not leave immediately, so ..."

Sigvard let his fingers caress the red lines over her ass. Suddenly he felt pity for the creature beneath him. She could not help her feelings - she was created differently, and it did not have to be an evil thing. God was not prone to mistakes, after all. "You are not created wrong, Sara," said Sigvard. "You are just cast in a different way. It will take a while, but eventually you will find your way in this life. But you do not have to be ashamed of who you are."

"But it's so hard!" she said. "Even now, when you punish me, I feel how it burns in my whole body and it takes everything so that I do not let go of everything and rub my fingers between my legs."

In response, Sigvard let his own finger round the bend that separated the butt from the pussy. She was hot and wet and her labia were parted around his fingertips. Sara let out a desperate moan and itched her hip against his hand.

"I will teach you to take care of yourself. At the same time as I teach you to take care of me. And when one day you find your own husband, you will pass on what I have taught you. Sounds good?"

She was silent for a few moments. "Do you mean it?"

"Yes." Sigvard continued to caress her pussy, letting two fingers slide back and forth over her wet cave. He pressed his thumb lightly against her second opening. It had been many years since a woman let him take her from the behind, but he still remembered the tight embrace around his cock, how his semen always shot hardest after an ass fuck. Oh, that he missed the early years of his youth. He had been much like Sara, with desires that could hardly be controlled. But unlike Sara, he had been lucky enough to encounter a like-minded girl early on. Together they had explored all that the primal world had to offer. They had traveled together and found others like themselves. It had been good years. "I will teach you. And train you. But it will have to wait until another day. Tonight I will only show you one thing."

"What?"

In response, he straightened his cock and pressed it against her leaking pussy. He heard her gasp as his broad glans parted her labia and pressed into her. And quickly, without warning - he knew she would endure it - he bumped, taking her innocence in the time between two heartbeats.

Sara howled, but mainly of pleasure, a lesser part of surprise and an even lesser of pain. The anger had subsided, but the energy it evoked still burned strong in Sigvard and he began to fuck Sara hard. To someone else, he would have been softer and more gentle, but he recognized Sara's for what she was. A gentleman would never be enough for her - she needed fire. And Sigvard had plenty of it.

With both hands around her hips, he thrust his cock into her. His balls hit her pussy and Sara emitted muffled sounds in time with his cock.

"Oh- oh- oh- oh-" She buried her face in a pillow, trying to muffle her moans of pleasure.

*SLAP* Sigvard resumed his blows with the palm of his hand. Every fifth thrust was followed by his palm, which left an increasing redness on her buttocks.

"Oh- oh- oh- oh- oh- * Smack * Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- * Smack * Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- *SLAP* Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- *SLAP* Oh! Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- *SLAP* oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- *SLAP* oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- *SLAP* oh! Oh- oh- oh- Oh-"

Her pussy was the tightest he had ever experienced. It tightened and twitched around his cock, while her ass followed his movements in perfect thrusts. She formed such a beautiful and arousing sight beneath him, where she tossed her head back and forth, moving as wildly as his hands and cock allowed while the ecstasy was building inside her. He felt how the climax started to build inside him, how the seed was gathering, but he had no plans cum before her. So he increased the speed of both his palm and his hips.

*SLAP* "OH! oh- *SLAP* OH! oh- *SLAP* AH! oh- *SLAP* OH! Ah- *SLAP* OH! oh- *SLAP* OH! oh- *SLAP* OH! oh- *SLAP* AH! oh- *SLAP* OH! oh- *SLAP* OH! oh- *SLAP* OH! oh- *SLAP* OH! oh- Harder! *SLAP* OH! oh- *SLAP* OH! ah- *SLAP* OH! oh- *SLAP* OH! oh- HARDER!"

Sigvard was not slow to obey.

*SLAP* OH! *SLAP* OH! *SLAP* OH! *SLAP* OH! *SLAP* OH! *SLAP* OH! *SLAP* OH! SO GOOD! AHHHHHHHH! "
She came with a loud howl and her body twisted spasmodically between his hands. The cramps in her pussy pushed him over the line and he pulled out his cock just as the first jet of semen shot out of his tip. He came over her back and red buttocks, leaving sticky traces over the smooth, blushing skin.

Sara lay with her head over her crossed arms and breathed heavily. Sigvard imagined that this was the first time she had ever been completely satisfied. That it was the first time it did not burn between her legs.

He sat down on his knees next to her. His cock, still semi-hard, dangled at her open eyes and without prompting she raised her head and took it between her lips. He stroked her hair as she cleaned his cock and wondered how the taste of both cum and her own pussy juices must hit her. But she just smiled with tired eyes and smacked her lips when she was done. She was that mix of sweet and beautiful that Sigvard was always drawn to - reasonably innocent on the outside, but everything else on the inside. His cock started jerking again.

"Oh," Sara said as she felt his cock grow in her hand. She caressed the top with her thumb and jerked him slowly. "Does it usually go so fast to get hard again?"

"Only when it is properly motivated."

"And I motivate it?" she asked with innocent eyes.

"Apparently."

With a smile, she took the cock in her mouth again. A few minutes later, with his fingers intertwined in her hair, he came with deep thrusts into her mouth. A thin stream of semen flowed from her full mouth. She swallowed, again without prompting. Twenty minutes later, she rode him as he fucked her for another orgasm, which ended with their lips locked in an intense kiss.

"Father?"

Sigvard realized that he was standing and daydreaming. His mind returned to the hall where his son was waiting for him. "I must have started thinking about something else."

"If you say so," David said. There was something suspicious in his voice, but he let it be. "I hope the new girl is as good a worker as Sara."

"Eh ..." The thought that struck Sigvard did not follow David's meaning, and he forced himself to push it away. But it returned quickly and suddenly he was stuck with the picture of Lisa and Sara on his bed, naked and curled up, while he approached with his cock on high alert. "Eh, we can only hope, my son." Jesus! Sara thought she had a problem with her desires! If she only knew- His thoughts stopped. If she knew, she would most likely do everything in her power to make it a reality.

Maybe it wasn't such a far-fetched idea after all? Not with Sara as a conspirator by his side? 

Maybe?