made her realize she was now a woman.
The shock of that knowledge made her go wild. Chains rattling on her slender wrists, she clawed and bounced hard on the bed. She was firmly impaled by the spike of cock. The man mercilessly pressed forward as she tried to get away. No matter how she turned, his prick remained fully embedded in her softly yielding pussy.
Her entire cunt convulsed around the throbbing pillar of man-meat and she felt a trembling throughout her body. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. A tiny trickle of her own cunt juice leaked around the thick plug of cock in her pussy. The girl reached down and felt the hairy bush of the man fucking her and the fluid leaking from her cunt.
'Blood!' she cried. 'You're killing me! Don't do this!'
The feel of the liquid on her fingers wasn't the expected slickness of fuck juices. This was blood from her ruptured cherry. But the girl quickly forgot all about being damaged when the man began to slide back and forth in her well-greased fuck tunnel.
Every nerve in her untried cunt sang. Her pussy wails trembled and fluttered around the retreating cock. And she realized she didn't want him out of her cunt. Fingernails gouging deep into an unseen back, she lifted herself up and off the bed enough to ram her hips down onto his cock again. The prick raced the length of her cunt and she felt his balls wetly slapping against her ass. This was more like it!
'Fuck me, fuck me gooooood!' she pleaded. She hardly knew what she was saying by now. Her passions were running away with her. The idea of being fucked in total darkness should have frightened her. She didn't know who this was screwing her, taking her cherry, fucking her for the very first time.
And it didn't matter. All that counted now was the sweet sensation ripping through her body. She was a woman experiencing what only a woman can. The pleasure of feeling a cock hard and hot against her tender pussy walls entirely erased the fear.
She began hunching up and down on the man's cock, trying to fuck herself. Her tiny clit poked up and tried to get into the act. She had to arch her back to rub her clit against his bush. The motion was worth it for the young girl. She came harder than ever before.
She soared on the hot winds of ecstasy blowing through her untried body. She glided and dipped and was cast high up into the outer reaches of ultimate human pleasure. As he drifted down from her sex high, she felt the man begin to really pound her cunt. He fucked her so hard and fast that she was, afraid he would bruise her cuntlips. His body ground into her snatch, his cock probing deeper and deeper in to her once-virgin cunt. She felt her passions mount again with surprising speed. She then became afraid the man wouldn't bruise her cuntlips. She found she needed it hard and brutal.
'Fuck harder!' she grated between clenched teeth. 'Hurt me, use me, but fuck the living shit out of meeee!'
Her body quaked as another orgasm seized her. She felt her cunt walls collapse around the fucking cock hidden so far up her. Trying to hang onto his cock as long as she could, she tensed her inner muscles. The orgasm added power to her attempt.
For a moment, she thought she was going to succeed. She wanted that throbbing, virile fuck-stick all to herself. Then her body betrayed her. The slippery cunt oils lubricated his prick so much that he was able to slowly slip from her grasping pussy.
'No!' she screamed. 'You can't deny me this. You can't!'
And he didn't. His prick poised for a moment just inside the gates of her blue-tinged outer cuntlips, then rammed her hard and fast again. His hips pushed his cock forward with impressive power. She felt her teeth rattling at every impact.
She came more times than she could count. And she wanted more. The fucking was truly turning her into a sex junkie.
She didn't know why but it turned her on. She was being raped in the dark after being tortured with a feather. She had been chained to the bed after being forced to degrade herself by sucking off Mr. Stanton. Everything was all wrong. Her first lay shouldn't be a rape, yet it was. She shouldn't enjoy rape, yet she was. This was so far away from even her wildest rape fantasies. And she couldn't get enough of the silent, masterful man's prick.
'More, more, give me more of that fucking cock of yours. Please, I need it all the way up my poor little cunt!'
Her hips worked in a rotary motion, screwing herself down around his cock. He corkscrewed himself in the opposite direction. Their combined motions brought her off repeatedly. When she thought she was totally drained, both emotionally and physically, she found new reservoirs to tap. She continued to come as long as the man's cock fucked hard and fast. All too soon for her, his rhythm became jerky, uneven. He fucked harder, but with less authority. She felt the hot, sweet rush of his jism filling up her virgin cunt.
He left her in the darkness, not once saying a word to the young girl. She sobbed bitterly when he left, his absence the greatest torture of all. Her pussy had sampled cock and it wanted more. She was going crazy wanting more.
And there was only the empty darkness around her.
CHAPTER SIX
Sheryle awoke, the lights dim and sedate in the room. For a long time, she simply lay there on the bed wondering what was going to happen to her. She knew the dull ache in her cunt came from having her cherry taken. Rubbing across her snatch, she moaned lightly, feeling the now familiar surges of desire race up and into her body.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had a finger stuffed all the way up her tiny pussy. She finger- fucked herself until her breath came in ragged, harsh pants. She knew her tits were rising and falling heavily even though she kept her eyes firmly shut. The feelings inside her were so exciting she wished they would never go away.
After she got herself off playing with her own cunt, she had to slow down. Her hand was cramping and the ache in her pussy was turning into pain. It hadn't been any bed of roses getting rid of her virginity. But she couldn't say she had hated it. The feather had been almost silly when she looked back on it. The man using it – was it Stanton or someone else? – had taken her mind off the slight discomfort then.
She had loved the actual fucking. Never again would she call herself a girl. Sheryle knew she was a full- fledged woman now, having experienced the delights only a woman can know. That didn't take away from the fact that she was still securely chained to the bed. Nor did it help her figure out any way she could escape. Naked, helpless, she could only wait for whatever Mr. Stanton wanted to do to her.
She wasn't the least bit happy with that. Or with the idea that Michael was strung up like a side of beef somewhere else in the mansion. Still, if one of them had to be hung up by the wrists, she preferred it to be with him. She was enjoying the feel of the soft velvet bedspread under her nakedness too much to want to swap it for cold chains in an even colder room.
As Sheryle roiled over, she saw the door open. Mr. Stanton came in. She blinked hard at the sight. He didn't actually enter the room. He strode in, regal as any king and looking even more commanding. She felt as if she should drop to her knee and offer allegiance. But the chains on her wrists prevented it.
'On your feet, wench,' he ordered. 'Dress in these.'
He dropped a small sack onto the floor in front of her. For the span of a heartbeat, she wasn't sure she should even pick up the sack. She was afraid of what she might find inside. Or what she might not find.
She did as she was told. After all, this might be the stud who had freed her from the bonds of her own self- imposed virginity. She had someone to thank for that. Listening to the tales her girlfriends in school had told, she had come to think of it as painful and not the least bit interesting. To hear them talk, it was just something that had to be gotten out of the way.
Sheryle hadn't found it that way at all. She had gotten off repeatedly and wanted more. That was the mark of a real cocksman.
