Debt Payments {Closed for cgraven}

[Cherribo]

It was getting to early evening in the city, and the sky darkened quickly, the moon already faintly visible behind the thick cloud. It had rained earlier, and the water now lay in stagnant pools, filling the holes and cracks in the backstreet walkways that hadn't been fixed since they had been first laid down. Trying not to slip on the cobbles, a young woman made her way daintily through the alleyways in the lower side of the city, looking around herself at any tiny sound that sounded suspicious.

Wearing a dark purple dress that clung to her like a second skin, the skirts billowing out around her as she walked, just the rich material marked her out as someone who didn't usually walk the infamously dangerous slum shortcuts, where the more seedy of businesses did their work. Her skin was clear and pale, almost shining in the faint lamplight that dimly lit up her path. She wore dark stockings, her hair long and dark, with a sharply cut fringe that covered her forehead neatly and framed her heart-shaped face. When you looked at her, she was also obviously of faint Asian descent - quite unusual in this city. She carried a small bag which her left arm clung to her chest, and she seemed permanantly worried and also looked quite lost.

But not lost enough. Her name was Ywen, a young student who had gotten mixed up with loan sharks earlier in her studies. Now she was paying the price. It looked like she was meeting with the main man to decide how exactly she was going to repay her debt without the money tonight, and her stomach was clenched with fear. She was a good girl, a shy, hardworking scholar even when she was a teenager. Had never even done more with a man - or woman, for that matter - than hold hands.

This was the place. Knocking on the rusted iron back door of the building carefully, Ywen awaited an answer...

 

[cgraven]

It was a long way from the settlement houses and the docks of Lime House where
Ray “Ginger” West, a runny nose kid to fast to settle an argument or slight with his fists had stared. That shock of ginger hair, and his temper was no lie, and the reason for the moniker. He had attended the school of hard knocks in the post war slums of London and like so many others, his mother was trying her best to raise him on her own. Ray had few memories of his Da, just a uniform, a bottle and his mother sobbing. His Gram had been the driving force in Ray’s younger days. Family that was the most important thing. You did anything necessary to care for them and that was the man’s job, a job that he had been doing sense was twelve. Honor marked by your word, and once given you lived by it. The Dole it was the one thing that his Gram and Mother refused. You worked you didn’t take a hand out. If there where no legit jobs, well you did what you had to.

He had made his money in the back room gaming, brothels. and clubs of the West End. He had brutally made an example of the welshers and crushed the competition when it was called for. Tonight a client was stopping by. A client who he had given a small loan to a client that had fallen behind. To Ginger it was only a number in a ledger, # 2-96-f-Y.

At the jarring sound of the bell, Ginger lifted his cold gray eyes to the flickering little monitor. A trim young woman in a rather fetching dress stood outside her eyes nervously shifting about.

“It your eight o’clock Ginger…..Ring her in Handlin?”

He sat there in the shadows his hands tented before his face. The pretty little girl in the dark purple was left standing in a harsh little pool of white light. There was no chair for her and she was nearly blinded by the light. The room smelled of cheap liquor and cigar smoke.

“You got the Money babe?”

His voice was dark and thick yet it was edged with steel.

 

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Ywen wanted to cough, she'd never liked the smell of smoke. The overpowering stink of liquor and stale ash hung around this dark room like ghosts did a graveyard. She shivered at the morbid comparison. It really didn't help her nerves.

The swinging light above her made it impossible for her to look straight forward without squinting, so she looked instead at her hands, that were clasped together tightly, so tightly the fingertips were white. Her nails were long, and well-kept. Ywen knew she stood out like a sore thumb here, and she should of been a little more intelligent and worn something a little more drab. She had been lucky just to get here without trouble.

She cleared her throat as she was asked the question she had been dreading.

"N-not exactly." she said, her usually clear, low voice a squeak in the dark. It's what she felt like; a mouse cornered by a cat, the cat knowing it had its dinner awaiting him and knew he could have some fun before devouring the meal.

"I'm sorry! I just..I'm just a student.." she continued pathetically, knowing her excuses would never pass as genuine reasons. Ywen had never thought this far ahead, the actual debt payment. How she regretted ever getting involved with this. She hadn't even dared tell her family yet, they'd disown her for life.

 

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"N-not exactly."


How many times had he heard it before and that earnest plea and promise

"I'm sorry! I just..I'm just a student.."


That sweet voice so sincere as she implored him for mercy

“Handlin how much does our little Academic owe to date?

Ginger West took the time studying the young woman before him, She was young, slim, her hair long and dark, with a sharply cut fringe that covered her forehead neatly and framed her angelic face with those striking dark eyes. There was no doubt this girl was a real looker.

Four thousand and one hundred pounds sterling, with interest Ginger .

“A bit short are we Babe?”

He sneered the question at Ywen.

“And just how do you plan to get me Four thousand and one hundred plus interest by tomorrow Babe?”

He let the question linger.

"Perhaps if I had my associate break your arm as an incentive?"

 

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"No! That won't..be necessary..hopefully.." Ywen replied desperately, her voice sounding so young and weak in the small room. "I...I'll do anything, please. I just don't know how to get the money back so quickly!

Embarassed at her outburst, she looked at the floor again, her cheeks hot with worry. She felt tears prick at her eyes as she expected the worst. What would they do to her? Kill her next week? If they broke her arm, she'd find it even harder to get the money back, unless she begged. She wasn't sure if she'd ever stoop that low however..if someone recognised her her life would not be worth living..

 

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Ginger smiled at the stunning young beauty’s reaction to the mere suggestion of pain. The frightened little rabbit look up with those wide soft eyes. How adorable she looked the way her lower lip trembled before the words came spilling over her sweet moist ripe lips.

"No! That won't..be necessary..hopefully.."

Ginger saw the fear in her eyes the way she unconsciously curled in around herself wrapping her arms around her slim young body. A wicked smile bowed his lips as her careless phrase slipped pass those rip lips. "I...I'll do anything, please………

“ Anything Babe?”

He let the question linger just long enough so Ywen to realize her mistake, yet he went on before she could answer.

“ Well a bird like you, young and a looker perhaps we can renegotiate the terms of your loan.”

How desperate, how young her voice had sounded in the small room. Ginger let his eyes openly rove over the girl’s supple young body taking in every sensual curve that the little dark purple dress, that clung to her like a second skin, did nothing to hide, but rather drew the viewer’s eye to her sweet youthful charms. When his eyes met hers again West simply said.


“So why don’t you just slip out of your things and lets see I the Goods Babe!”

 

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As soon as she had said it, she knew it had been a mistake. Her eyes flashed with realisation as the man in front of her grinned, as if waiting for her to make a slip-up like that the whole time. She stepped back a little towards the door, her throat suddenly dry. She...well..he wasn't serious, was he..?

"I-I'm sorry. What?!" she said, her voice a little clearer now. "I..I'm sorry, but I've never even had a proper boyfriend..I don't even know you..."

Ywen was making her way slowly to the door, trembling slightly. She wondered if she could escape that easily...until she stepped on the back of her dress and fell, hitting the floor hard.

Getting up all flustered, now it was obvious what she wanted to do. She turned and ran for the door, twisting the handle desperately to escape.

 

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"I-I'm sorry. What?!"

she said, her voice a little clearer now.

"I..I'm sorry, but I've never even had a proper boyfriend..I don't even know you..."

Ginger West stayed there still as the tomb as Ywen cheeks flashed crimson at his indecent proposal. He watched as the little tableau began to play itself out. The way the stunning young beauty slowly began to back away from the fate that seemed to be looming before her. The way she trembled with fear, yet with each backwards step West saw a the little glimmer of hope shimmer in the depths of her stunning dark eyes.

Ywen was making her way slowly to the door………. How many times had he seen this little scenario play out he could almost read her mind as …….. She wondered if she could escape that easily.….. As always the stunning young beauty had seemed to forgotten that she and Ginger were not the only ones in the dimly lit room that was….. until she stepped on the back of her dress and fell, hitting the floor hard. Handlin was there and he scooped Ywen up in his arms as if she were as light as a feather to set the struggling Miss down once more in her little Island of brilliant white light in a sea of menacing darkness.


“ Lets see I the Goods Babe!……….”

His voice dark threatening and edged with steel.

“…..or shall I have Mr. Handlin help you out of your clothes honey!”

It was not so much a question as an ultimatum for somewhere out beyond her circle of light Handlin was out there ready to cut off her escape and ready to show the Boss her Goods if Ywen hesitated much longer.

 

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Ywen squealed as Handlin picked her up from the door and placed her back in the middle of the room, the light spotlighting on her again and making the pressure on her so much worse. As he threatened her with manhandling away her clothes, she choked back her fearful tears, and took a deep breath.

Standing up with a sad, but determined expression on her face, she reluctantly started to unbutton the front of her dress, the stitching giving away as her fingers fumbled with the small buttons hidden away under the detail. She refused to look at the two men as the chest-corset part of her outfit suddenly gave way, her breasts revealed, still covered by a plain black bra with only simple stitching in comparison to the dress. When this was met with silence, she knew that was a notion to continue. With a sigh of frustration, she pulled at the skirts. A few seconds later, her dress fell into a crumpled mess around her feet, leaving her only in her bra, matching underwear and her dark stockings that reached her thighs, and her tiny black heels.

"There! Are you happy now?" she said, her embarassment showing in her voice.

 

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She stared at him, heart pounding hard. A cough sound behind her reminded her that should she refuse, Handlin would probably do it himself. She gave a shudder, her dark eyes flashed with reproach and annoyance.

In the dark shadows that masked him Ginger West smiled wickedly as Ywen’s cheeks turned crimson, her moist ruby red lips poutidly “O”ed as if she where going to speak but he had already cut off that avenue of protest. He watched the battled that warred in her soft shimmering eyes. When Handlin cough the mattered was settled. Ywen’s striking dark eyes flashed with anger and a hint of childish annoyance she reluctantly started to unbutton the front of her dress, the stitching giving away as her fingers fumbled with the small buttons hidden away under the detail. West smiled in the darkness as the girl’s chest-corset part of her outfit suddenly gave way, her breasts revealed, still covered by a plain black bra with only simple stitching in comparison to the dress. If Ywen thought this modest little display of her charms was enough the deafening silence soon told her it was not. With a sigh of frustration, she pulled at the skirts. A few seconds later, her dress fell into a crumpled mess around her feet, leaving her only in her bra, matching underwear and her dark stockings that reached her thighs, and her tiny black heels.


As the girl stood there in her lacy underwear, heels and black thigh high hose in that harsh glaring pool of white light that allowed her hide nothing from his piercing gaze, Ginger West gave a snort of approval and nothing else. He let the young beauty stand there as time slipped away the silence oppressive. Then that thick cocky voice spoke.

“Very nice my dear but I said I wanted to see the goods……….All of them!”

The tenor in West’s voice left no doubt that he was a man who was use to being obeyed, and the edge to it told her without the need of words she better get on with it or Handlin’s rough paws would do it for her.

 

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Embarassment heated her cheeks. This was not enough? This was more than enough. She'd nearly reached her limit. Her body was sacred..which is why she'd never really got involved in men so far in her life. Waiting for some special, precious. One of a kind.

And now this. With the anger of one having her dreams torn away in only a few words from a stranger, she carelessly tore her bra in two - she didn't even know she had the strength for that - and tossed it on the floor hard. She then stripped off her stockings after removing her shoes, before finally, with only a moment's hesitation, removing the thin underwear she had thrown on that morning as she had attended her last class before the break. Stepping out of the pile of clothing, she looked into the darkness in front of her, slightly shivering now she felt the cold more acutely.

 

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It was not the first time West had seen a young girl’s dreams torn away in this very room as she stood under the naked glare of that unblinking white light. The flash of pride in those striking dark eyes as she jerked her head up again at is scandalous command. Ywen’s sweet ripe lips ”O”ed as if she would protest this latest humiliation. This girl had spirit and he longed to curb that proud spirit, to bring it low, make her bend. But Ginger West did not want to break it. He wanted her to submit kicking and creaming all the way till she cuddled to him like a sweet little kitten. That however would take time.

He watched with the keenest of interest as Ywen carelessly tore her bra in two and tossed it on the floor hard. God she was a magnificent creature standing there in those thigh high that caressed her long sculptured legs and the heel that accentuated the sensual curve of her calve.

He silently watched as the girl stepped out of her shoes and stripped off her stockings. He wondered if this spirited young beauty knew how incredibly sensual she was . Finally, with only a moment's hesitation, Ywen removed the thin underwear she had thrown on that morning as she had attended her last class before the break. Stepping out of the pile of clothing, she looked into the darkness in front of her, slightly shivering. He let her stand there in the harsh unyielding glow of that white light in all her naked glory. Then he spoke a frightening simple command .

“Come here Babe I want a closer look.”

Ginger West swiveled his chair and he patted his leg for her to take a seat.

“ What do they call you Babe?”

 

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He wanted a closer look? What else did he want..well..she'd done the worst. Trying not to tremble from her nerves anymore than she was already, she walked over to him, her bare feet feeling the cold from the floor. This was better than a broken arm. Maybe. She just hoped he did not tell anyone she knew...this would haunt her conscience for a long time to come, she just knew it. Her hair covered her face as she slowly, delibrately, sat down on the knee of the one commanding her to humilate herself, all on the basis of her stupid loan..

"My name is Ywen." she said, her voice lilting. "What is yours?"

Ywen was surprised her voice now spoke without the fear it had before. Maybe if this was all she had to do, it wasn't that bad. She glanced at the pile of clothes she'd left behind..no...he'd stripped her of her pride..she felt her stomach clench.

 

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West sat there his short-cropped ginger hair, his thick bulldog neck turned to the sensual padding of the girl’s bare feet. At first glance, as he sat there, one might think he was just an overweight gangster. Yet that would be a deadly mistake for that bulk was solid muscle. He watched as the naked beauty came around his desk to the softer light where he sat. His cold gray eyes boldly took in every sensually seductive curve of her ravishing young body from the gentle bow of her slender heck to the firm curve of her breasts capped by little pink rosebud nipples, to her flat abdomen and the dark fleecy triangle that caressed her moist warm treasure.

She hesitated only a moment before settling on his lap. She turned her face from him, her dark hair now falling over her left eye lightly, hiding her face just a little.

".. ..Ywen……What is yours?"


The girl’s voice was soft and lilting. He did not answer her question but raised her chin with a single finger so he could look into those dark haunting eyes.

“Ywen…….no to POSH…… what do your mates, your friends call you Babe.”

As he spoke he laid his meaty hand on her thigh.

“As to your loan I think I shall have you work it off………. You got the goods for the job………..What do you say Babe?”

 

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Up close, she realised he was more foreboding than she had originally thought. His hair was neatly cut; he was obviously well-off, his muscles obvious, and his confidence oozed off him. He knew he was in a good position, and could keep that position. She shuddered inwardly. Ywen did not want to get on the true bad side of this man. Just with a look, anyone could tell he could get very nasty.

"My friends..? I don't..have many friends..I guess.." she mumbled, trailing off. How pathetic. She had to admit to her lack of friends. The friends she'd had for a while when she had money just called her Ywen. She'd never really had a nickname.

"W-what do you mean..work it off...?" she said, curiousity in her voice. She knew there was a catch somewhere in this. No one just made a girl strip off and then talked about work without it being something..seedy.

 

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With each fleeting touch of her velvet skin Ginger could feel the little shiver of disgust that rippled through the spirited young beauty.

"W-what do you mean..work it off...?"

West heard the mote of curiosity in her soft young voice. The look in her stunning dark eyes told Ginger this girl was no fool that she knew that there must be a catch somewhere, No one just made a girl strip off, sit naked upon his lap and then talked about work without it being something……seedy. Ginger West could see the turning of her young agile mind in the dark mirrors of her soul as the gazed up into his own hazel eyes that reveled nothing of what lay behind them.

“Brains as well as beauty Babe I Like that, and your quite right Ywen . I knows many a block that would pay for a tumble with you and the arder you fought the more they would pay.”

Ginger West had not minced words he made it very clear that the girl had no real choice. As he spoke his hand had crept steadily up her silken thigh as if to punctuate what he was saying his thick fingers now brushed Ywen’s rose pink folds.

“ So tell me Ywen……. How many lovers…… have you had. And what would you say was your most accomplished sexual act.”

 

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"Aah..lovers..?" Ywen blushed, feeling his hand stroke her, his eyes darting greedily all over her, taking in every inch of her exposed body. "This..your hand touching..is the first..I haven't really had any experience..."

Her tongue stumbled over her confession, her head tilted down so her hair masked her embarassed face. All her bravado at being brave, stripping in front of two strangers who would not let her leave, left her as she realised how out of her depth she really was. They were talking of selling her. Selling her body, and letting people do as they wished for her, all for a few exchange of coins, or favours. How many would it take until they were satisfied that her debt was paid?

She shyly looked up again, her eyes filled with questions. "If I've had no experience, I can't be of any use to you..in that way.." she said slowly, as if working something out. A last glimmer of hope.

 

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Oh how she trembled at the mere suggestion that he would make her a whore to work off her debt. West had learned a long time ago go with the threat that was most likely to terrify and then offer a lesser evil that might be choked down. He could always escalate the payment if he had to. The shiver as Ywen realized what his fingers where doing, how she fought to control her reactions pleased West this was a smart girl, but she had still to learn that this was no game and that he was deadly serious. He listened intently as The girl blurted out the answer to his very personal question.

"Aah..lovers..?"

The blush that kissed her cheeks as soon as the words had slipped from her mouth told Ginger that she had reviled much more than she had intended.

"This……your hand’s touching….is the first…..I haven't really had any experience..."



As he spoke he let his thick finger curl inside her soft pink Labia to roll her hooded little clit under its pad, before slipping a little further into Ywen

“Well your so nice an tight Honey.”

He let his fingers slip from her as the little innocent gasped as she shyly looked up again, her eyes filled with questions;


"If I've had no experience, I can't be of any use to you..,,,in that way.."

A last glimmer of hope shining in her dark stunning eyes. A hope that slowly died as the brute, Handlin had slipped up behind Ywen as silent as the grave.

“ No problem Babe……..we’ll give you all the experience you need!………”

Ginger West said matter of factly. So where shall we begin Honey…. Perhaps by teaching you how to use that pretty little mouth of yours to please a man.”

As West spoke he let his finger trace the bow of Ywen Lips.


“If that is not to your liking Babe then maybe Handlin can break you in to pleasing a man with your tight little ass.”

Ginger was offering the trapped young beauty the devil’s own choice as to how she would be violated first.

 

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"No! What?" she cried out, looking around and seeing his associate there, smirking as he knew what was happening next, what impossible decision they'd given her. That and she felt her pussy tighten automatically around the finger placed casually inside her untouched body; his finger moving slightly to test how tight she really was. She winced a little as he tested her, squirming on his lap as she played for time as the two men stood between her and the exit.

"My ass..or my mouth..?" she whimpered. "Are you sure...?"

Did the question even need to be asked? The two men stayed silent, and she knew that the answer was obvious.

"I didn't want my first time to be like this!" she confessed, her eyes watery as she looked into the eyes of the man violating her pussy, his eyes emotionless as he looked into her despairing face.

 

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"No! What?…. My ass…or my mouth..?………….I didn't want my first time to be like this!"


Ywen tearfully whimpered as all her girlish dreams were dashed my West question. Ywen’s little outburst gave Ginger her Achilles heel he had been probing, testing to find what this young beauty feared most and in that unguarded out burst she had served it up to him on a sliver platter. West’s fingers cruelly curled into her soft dark hair as he pulled her up until her luminous eyes met his dark gold-flecked hazel eyes.

“NO!”

Ginger almost spit the word at her as he twisted his hand in her hair.

“YOU DON’T TELL ME what you will or will not do Babe! You owe over Four Grand and by tomorrow it will 4.5 grand Miss and I will take what you owe me out of your pretty little hide one way or another.”

With a twist of his hand, West sent the kneeling girl sprawling on the cold concrete floor to lay between him and the Brute Handlin.

“Handlin I wager you would like to give her a little poke Hay? Got a coin we’ll flip to see who gets first poke,……. ……….Heads I take her mouth….. Tails you have a poke at her tight little ass Handlin.”

 

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His outburst had terrified her, and she lay sobbing on the cold floor, lying naked and helpless between him and the man he called Handlin. She whimpered as they chuckled on how to decide who got to do what first, and her mind was full of too many questions to ask.

Was this how it was meant to be all along? When she had borrowed that huge amount of money, did his mouth creep into a sly smile, knowing that only months down the line he'd be looking at her naked breasts, grabbing at her virgin pussy? He made it clear now that because of her debt, she was as good as owned by him, and his business.

Her eyes flickered from each man as they slowly made an act of getting out a coin, obviously one they kept handy for such instances. It made her wonder how often they did this, breaking down a girl's defences, waited until she had cried and begged, then to leave her naked on their floor, at their feet, awaiting Lady Luck to decide her next few hours. As the coin was flipped, she couldn't help but squeeze her eyes shut as Handlin picked it up, to decide who was...first, as they put it.

"Heads." Handlin announced, his voice unemotionless. She looked up in despair, seeing the other man stand, looking down at her.

 

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Ywen’s soft tear shimmering eyes shifted between West and the brute Handlin as they calmly made their wager, a wager that would decide the little virgin’s immediate future. A coin was flipped, flashes of sliver light piercing the dark, the hollow ring of the coin as it hit the cold unyielding concrete floor, wobbling untill it finally came to rest Ywen’s fated decided.

"Heads."

Handlin announced, his voice unemotionally . As all eyes came to rest on the naked little virgin that lay prostrated between the two men. Sweet young Ywen looked up in despair, West and Handlin, towering over her , all avenues of escape cut off.

Ginger West slowly sat back in his chair his legs spread open as he crooked his finger for the hapless little beauty to come to him.

“You do know how to suck cock don’t you Missy?”

A lecherous grin bowed his lips as hen could guess the little virgin’s answer before she spoke.

“IF not your going to get a quick course in cock sucking and deep throating Miss Ywen.”

There was a deep lewd chuckling from the brute behind her.

“Come on babe stop stalling, and crawl on over to me on your hands and knees for your lesson……..That is unless you want to learn how to please Mr. Handlin with that tight little ass of yours babe.”

 

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Ywen had only been in this room for under half an hour, but she already knew how this worked. These men may be sweet on the outside, all smiles and nicknames, and seemed to be reasonable. But they had - especially the one with ginger hair - flashed their true side; cold and heartless, thinking about money and sex, cared not of the feelings of the trodden down, the ones in the way. Like her. It seemed other people to them only fit into one of those two; if they couldn't get the money, use them for sex. If no good for sex, use them for money.

But analysing them would not do her any good now; it was far too late to be clever, to outwit them. She bowed her head and crawled towards the feet of the man she was to pleasure, almost feeling his smugness radiating from him as she obeyed his command. Apparently she was to be taught a lesson. Usually Ywen liked her lessons, but she suspected this one would be quite different from expanding her knowledge of subjects she enjoyed...

Kneeling up between his legs, she looked at him with her watery eyes. Was she meant to..oh, she didn't know. She sat there dithering, wondering if they now were waiting for her to do something to initiate the next part of what they sarcastically called a 'lesson'.

 

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Ginger could see the slump of the young beauty’s shoulders as she seemed to accept her fate. He wondered if this petite beauty knew how incredibly beautiful she was or how very sensual and naturally erotic her movements were. He watched as Ywen crawled to him her movement fluid graceful almost primal as she came with a seductive feline grace to kneel between his legs.

Kneeling up between his legs, she looked at him with her watery eyes. It was obvious that this little virgin hadn’t the slightest idea of what was expected of her.

“You do know how to suck cock don’t you Miss Ywen?”

For the first time sense she had entered this hell her tormentors voice began to soften ever so slightly. Ginger West looked deeply into the girl’s dark tear shimmering eyes. Damn could she be that innocent. If So then Little Miss Ywen would be worth her weight in gold.


“ I asked you a question girl!”

 

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"I've not done it before..but I think it sounds simple enough..I don't know.." she mumbled, her eyes darting from his face as he demanded an answer. She didn't want to anger him; but Ywen had never had a boyfriend since high school, and had never got remotely close to removing clothing. The only thing that could be deemed as sexual that she'd done was be kissed two months ago in one of the pubs near where she'd studied; and it'd been by a very drunk classmate who'd promptly passed out. Ywen had shyly stepped over his body and let his friends take care of him. It'd been so embarassing.

And now was here, being asked if she'd had experience sucking cock. She would of laughed if it wasn't so serious. For a moment after she answered, she could of sworn his eyes lit up; but then they were dark and cold again, an eyebrow raised. She wondered if it was that bad, that she hadn't done it before. Ywen had never really thought about her lack of sexual experience before now.