“Put your right hand down and feel my cock, Lucille,” he said to me suddenly, and I wanted to die of shame. How I wished my parents had loved me a little more and not sold me like a slave to a man who was cruel and merciless to a helpless girl.
“Oh… pl-please… d-don't make me do that, Mr. Raleigh,” I sobbed. “Please… oh, how can I… I never did such a thing in all my life… Oh, please, I'm a decent girl, how can you want me to do such a thing?”
“Because I order you to do it, that's why, and because, now that you are my ward, I expect obedience no matter what your thoughts or feelings are. Otherwise, you'll be whipped till you come to your senses. Now-are you going to put your hand on my cock or aren't you?”
Closing my eyes and shuddering violently, I reached down… and took hold of… what he called his cock… I felt that there was something thin and glossy over the head of it, and I supposed that was what he meant by saying he had taken precautions… but I was so terrified and shamed and suffering from the feverish heat in my bare bottom that I hardly knew what I was doing.
“That's it,” he gasped eagerly, kissing me very hard and fondling my breast with his left hand now, while his right went back to force my bottom so that I lay tight against him, side by side, on the bed. “Stroke it very slowly and lightly down to the roots, Lucille. Get it ready to poke you… So you've never been poked between those lovely bare legs, eh, you pretty, impudent, naughty little girl?”
“Oh, no, no. Oh, I beg you, w-won't you be s-satisfied now… and let me go, Mr. Raleigh?” I sobbed as I hesitantly grasped and stroked his hard… thing. It was throbbing now… just as my poor bottom was… and I was dying of shame… Would my father and mother have let him do this shameful thing to me, if they had known? But what could I do now?
“I am becoming angry with you, my dear, and let me hear just one more protest of any kind tonight and you'll regret it and so will that lovely bare behind of yours,” was his cruel answer.
“Oh-pl-please-I… I'll do what you say… but… oh… I… d-don't… know what you… w-want me… t-to do… Please, I… I'll try my best to please you, only… only, I… I've never done a thing like this ever before,” I sobbed in my shame and despair.
“I'll tell you what to do, never fear,” he laughed thickly, squeezing my breast and bottom with a liberty and greediness that made me die of embarrassment. I wished with all my heart I had not been pretty, as then I would not have made him want to buy me from my parents and whip and terrorize me into this wicked thing.
He made me open my lips again so he could run his tongue into my mouth, and I felt his panting breath on my face. I held his… thing — I could not bring myself to use the ugly word he referred to it by-in my hand and the other arm lay about his neck… just as if we were a happily married couple on our wedding night. But every inch of my body was cringing from contact with him. It was not that he was not handsome and refined, but his cruelty to me, his obsession with wanting to see me whipped and whipping me himself, had made him utterly repugnant to me as a man. And then too, I had never had even a sweetheart to kiss me or anything. My mother had, in a crude way, told me how children were born and I had seen the animals around the farm. But nothing had prepared me for tonight.
What I feared about him, I think-apart from his cruelty in whipping me as he had, of course- and… and this… was his way of showing his anger. He was a hypocrite, for he hardly raised his voice and used endearments even when he proposed the most outrageous things. And this control and composure frightened me far more than an outburst would have done, as I believed he was capable of the most ruthless things if I disobeyed him.
I could only pray now that he would… do what he wanted to me… and then leave me to my shame and tears. But he prolonged this… a victory for him, I suppose, because he fondled and kissed me, told me how lovely I was, and began to be specific about my naked charms. “You have perfectly beautiful titties, Lucille,” he told me as he squeezed my breasts and flattened the nipples with his palms, putting his tongue back and forth into my mouth with the freedom utterly of a man who owned an animal he had bought at auction. “That's the word for these ripe round firm breasts of yours, you know. You must learn all the words and all the acts I teach you, as you're my ward and must obey. You know that, don't you?”
“Y-yes… Mr. Raleigh,” I quavered, trembling and shrinking as his sly fingers stroked and kneaded my unresisting naked body.
“Keep fondling my cock, then… tell me that you're fondling my cock and call me Master, Lucille. Say it,” he ordered sternly.
“I… I… am… f-fondling… y-y-your… c-cock… M-master,” I groaned, tears running down my cheeks. And my thighs wanted to clench together, for, while my hand was doing it to his… thing… he kept prodding against me with it.
My saying it in tears seemed to excite him terribly, for he suddenly gripped my shoulders and hissed, “Now get ready, I am going to poke you, Lucille… Turn over on your back while I get over you, and open your legs as wide as you can and put your arms round my neck and kiss me good and lovingly, if you don't want to be unable to sit down for a week.”
I knew the terrible moment had come when he was going to have me, just as a man and wife… and I wanted to escape… to plead with him, to beg him humbly not to shame me this awful way. I had been a good girl all my life, and after this I wouldn't be. No man would want to marry a girl who had done… this… with a strange man she wasn't married to, I was sure.
With a sob, I rolled over hopelessly, tremblingly, onto my back and forced myself to open my legs up. He got over me at once, and I opened my eyes. I saw his… thing… sticking out violently over me, his face looming flushed and twisted, his eyes glittering greedily, and I burst into tears. I couldn't control them, I was so afraid and ashamed.
He lay down on top of me, and all my body crawled and shuddered as I felt him naked on me, weighing me down. “Put your arms round me. Be quick about it, Lucille,” he ordered angrily, and I obeyed him. Oh God, what else could I do now? Only pray and endure this, and hope it would end soon so that he'd go away.
His hands were on my breasts mashing them down, pressing them together, slapping them lightly over the nipples, and it stung and smarted curiously, though naturally not like the way he'd done to my aching, burning bottom. His weight on me made me all too conscious of the inflamed condition of my behind, and I moaned from it, but he crushed his mouth over mine, thrusting in his tongue, and I felt his… thing… rub along my belly, then suddenly prod against my… spot. “Ohhhh,” I groaned, trying to turn my head away.
“Lie still and do just what I tell you, you understand? Keep those lovely legs open as much as you can, or a whip will open them for you,” he demanded. “Now,” he continued, “tighten your arms round my neck and put your tongue into my mouth as I do mine in yours. Hurry.”
I had to obey… and I felt him tensing and shuddering against me as I did so… felt his fingers dig into my bare breasts hard till I gasped with pain, squirming and trying to ease myself, crushed down on my sore bottom as I was.
“Now,” he panted hoarsely, “now I'm going to poke you, Lucille. I'm going to put my cock into your sweet pussy… Is that what you call it? Tell me, I order you to tell me, and you must answer if you don't want your behind a lot sorer right away.”
“N-n-no… Mr… R… R… Raleigh,” I sobbed.
“Master, you stupid little girl. Call me Master whenever I'm in bed with you like this-”
Whenever he was in bed with me-oh, God- did that mean he would do this to me whenever he wanted? Oh, heaven forgive me for my shame and weakness… If my parents hadn't been such money-grubbing, unfortunate people. “N-no Master,” I groaned, feeling his… thing… press gently again and again, in light little touches that made me tense and shrink, right against… my spot… “I… I… c-call it… my… s-spot… Oh, d-don't do it to me. Oh, I'll be good and work hard and obey you in everything you want, just don't do it to me… M-Master… Oh, if you only knew how awfully ashamed I am to do this with… with a man…”
“Not with a man or any man, you little fool, but with your guardian, who has every right over you. And this is only your gratitude for the lesson I am teaching you, you understand? Spot… a charming, naive word that… I prefer pussy, Lucille. So I am going to put my cock into that sweet virgin little pussy of yours right now and poke you good. And if you want to escape another sound whipping tonight, you'll kiss and hold me with your arms while I'm doing it… The rest, I'll tell you what to do, so you needn't be upset about being ignorant… I'm happy to find you are, as I prefer to teach a young virgin especially one who needs her lovely bottom well whipped regularly to help her learn quickly.”
I couldn't speak, I was so ashamed and unhappy, but I kept my arms about him out of sheer terror that he
