For Love or Money

[cgraven]

I smiled in triumph for now Ginger was there. A lone where mind excepting that she was truly alone, that she hand no one to care for her or rely on for help.

I removed her headphones, the clamp from Ginger’s tortured clit; releasing one trim ankle from its bondage I kissed the chaffed spot from her tortured struggles.

“I care for you Ginger.”

I did the same with her other ankle. “I think you’re beautiful.”

My words soft, reassuring, seductive in their simplify. Next her wrist, my lips lick the wound there; “They are selfish fools, they only take from you and give nothing in return.”

Now her other wrest; “I only want you to see the truth, to expose their lies and set you free.”

Ginger’s body is now drawn up into the fetal position, as I gather her in to my arms, cradling her to my chest, rocking her back and forth, as if she where a frighten lost little child. My hand strokes her matted hair. My words of comfort enfold her in an iron gripe.

“Ginger you may call me “Me Lord”


I continued to comfort this child in a woman’s body.

Shall I set you free Ginger?......Shall I make love to you,......... give to you the joy they have denied you all theses years?


I pause

No more choices … No more decisions … No more responsibility…only the freedom of obedience.

 

[geri]

The headphones slipped from my ears, the smallest sound now like thunder in my ears. His footsteps ringing through my mind, the clink of metal as my restraints are undone jarring my senses, his voice echoing through the the recesses of my mind, my own moans as the clamps were removed and blood returned to my swollen and discolored nipples disconcerting to me.

"I care for you, Ginger." He said and the sudden sound of his voice after so much silence would not let me ignore his words. "I think you're beautiful." I lay there not saying a word, my body tight and my muscles sore from being unable to move for so long, my eyes glazed as I felt caught in a daze of an emotionless void.

He kissed one ankle and his tongue ran over my wrist and I jerked at the contact, remembering the soft torture I had only recently endured. "They are selfish fools, they only take from you and give nothing in return." He continued and my mind flew to Marcus whose life I had come here to save by sacrificing a part of my own. Would he truly appreciate what I had gone through or would he go right back to where he had been before, dealing and using and taking from his employer if the opportunity presented itself.

"I only want you to see the truth, to expose their lies and set you free," His words broke into my thoughts and my eyes followed his movements as I continued my silence. Once the last restraint was removed I curled up and withdrew into myself not caring what happened now. His words and voice the only thing my world consisted of at the moment.

I feel his arms around me, drawing him up to him as he holds me almost as one would a child. His hand runs through my hair gently moving through the tangled mass it had become.

"Ginger, you may call me 'My Lord'" He said his voice so very close to me I could feel it rumble through his chest as he spoke. I lay there not acknowledging his instructions, not wanting to move, speak or feel for the moment. Still he would not let me go so easily, his the sound of his deep voice entwining about my very soul as he continued.

"Shall I set you free, Ginger? Shall I make love to you? Give to you the joy they have denied you all these years?"

My breathing became rapid as I thought about all I had sacrificed for others, how I had lived my life for them instead of me. My mind flitted through all I had done and all I owned trying to remember something I had done or gotten just for my own enjoyment and coming up blank. The pitiful amount that I had in my savings account was the only measure of security I had ever given myself and I had even offered to give that up to save Marcus. Marcus who would not have been around if I had needed him, who would not care what sacrifices I had given up as long as he was able to stay alive and get back to the sweet oblivion of the drugs he dealt in.

I closed my eyes searching for something...anything I had to go back to, anything I had left to bring me out of this with my soul and sanity intact. And I came up empty. With a small strangled sob I felt my body slump in his arms, all tensions being released as I submitted to whatever fate had in store for me. Finding my voice, I moaned out my reply.

"Whatever pleases you, My Lord," I said the tears again falling to roll down my cheeks and along my neck, my body shaking with the sobs that now racked me to my very soul.

 

[cgraven]

Gingers small delicate body shock with the sobs of her tortured soul. When the moment came when she finally surrenders her soul, I could feel all the tension easy from her tortured body and mind.

"Whatever pleases you, My Lord,"

Ginger’s voice is small and meek, with those simple words the flood gates of her torment open, the tears stream down, staining her cheeks, bitter sobs, rack not only her body, but her soul as well. Ginger Masterson, 21, long blonde hair, with the deep blue, almost violet, eyes, is a blank canvas, waiting for her master to create a new image, but first thinks first, the virgin sacrifice, Ginger's last physical link, to her past life, that needs to be severed.

I picked the sobbing, quivering, “Newborn”, up and carried from the scene of her torment, from the instruments of her torture, to a warm, mirrored, room with a large in ground tube, her bath already drawn by unseen servants. I placed Ginger’s feet upon the deep pile carpet.

“Ginger it would please me to watch you bathe and prepare yourself for the bliss I have promised you. I did not lie to you when I promised you pain, I have not lied to you now. I will set you free, and give you the joy, that has been denied you.”

My soft, loving, seductive, voice never leaves her ears. I praise her unselfish love, her bravery, her courage to embrace life, now for her own joy, and how she pleased and honored me, by her submission to my will.

“I shall keep you safe, you need but to obey me, and you’ll want for nothing....... I will be generous in my love for you Ginger……Giving you more unbounded joy than I shall receive in return.”

I paused as I took my seat in the solitary chair. All was still.

“If you disobey me in the slightest way I shall chastise you, severely.”

Again silence.

“You’ll address me as “My Lord”……….Do you understand?”

“Now bathe and prepare yourself, for I wish to make love to you.”

 

[geri]

Without a word he picked me up easily in his arms and carried me from the room I had been in and into one plush and luxurious. I had never seen anything like it before except in movies and TV. He sat me down, my feet sinking into the soft carpeting and causing me to stumble a bit with the weariness I felt and instructed me to bath as he watched.

At first I raised my hands to cover myself at the thought of bathing in front of him and then remembered all that had happened and shrugged. There was nothing to be gained through modesty now. His tone was soft now, seductive and his words of praise covered me in a warm blanket, beginning to fill the emptiness I now felt inside and causing me to let down my defenses. It was much easier to just accept what he said than fight it.

"I shall keep you safe, you need but to obey me, and you’ll want for nothing....... I will be generous in my love for you Ginger...Giving you more unbounded joy than I shall receive in return." He said as I began to walk slowly toward the tub. My heart could not comprehend but my mind accepted it. I could not think of it now that was no longer for me to worry about and I found I could not make myself care if I was taken care of or left on the street as naked as I was now. I wondered if the core of my being would ever heal.

"If you disobey me in the slightest way I shall chastise you, severely." He continued his instruction as he sat in the chair across from the tub watching as I stepped into it, the water rising to my calves. I nodded accepting this too. My world was no longer under my command.

He restated that I would call him by his chosen title and that I would bathe and prepare myself for him. I shuddered when I thought of losing the one thing I still had left and then I pushed it away. Things were no longer in my hands at it seemed better to realize and accept that now. "Yes, My Lord," I murmured as I stepped forward in the tub again.

Sinking down into the tub, the water coming up to just cover my breasts the heat soaking in and relieving the ache in my muscles as I closed my eyes to enjoy the small pleasure. Sighing I ducked my head under the water, soaking my hair before rising again. I spent the next few minutes lathering my hair in slow, deliberate motions, my breasts slucing through the water with every movement of my arms. Once I had scrubbed it thoughly I ducked under the water again letting it wash the soap and grit away before emerging once again, my long hair now clinging to my face, neck, shoulders and back.

Now I opened my eyes long enough to find the soap and washcloth laid out in the dish beside the tub. Lathering the cloth I begin to scrub my face and neck then my shoulders and where I could reach on my back. The dirt and sweat rolled from my body as I worked my way down to my breasts, scrubbing them carefully, running the soft cloth over my nipples and under my soft mounds and then down my stomach. Leaving off the soap I rinsed, letting the water wash away the tensions I had been feeling all day.

I hesitated only a moment before rising from the water to clean the rest of my body. Averting my eyes from his steady gaze I ran the washcloth along my stomach, thighs, legs and, sitting on the edge of the tub, my feet. Standing again I ran the cloth down and over my, now shaven, mound making sure to clean inside of my swollen lips before moving to my buttocks and paying attention to the crack where my own female cum had stuck to my skin and dried. When I had done everything but where I could not reach on my back I sank into the water once again rinsing throughly and then sitting in the cooling water not knowing what to do.

 

[cgraven]

This is a crucial test, will Ginger obey, or rebel?

Ginger raised her hands to cover herself, then shrugged. She slowly walked to the tub entering it the water up to her calves. No longer just passive Ginger nods in acknowledgment of my instructions. Sinking down into the tub, the water coming up to just cover Ginger’s breasts she softly murmurs:

“Yes, My Lord,"

She is no longer passive and silent, Ginger is slowly accepting her new station in life. Her movements becoming more natural with each passing minute. Her bathing has an innocent, naturally sensual, quality to it; deep within the mousey little girl lies a sexual “Tigress” waiting to be freed and to taste all the possibilities of life.


“Come Luv set on the edge of the tub and I’ll wash your back for you.”

My voice is never stilled for long, it takes on an almost hypnotic quality, I weave words of endearment, in with my words of praise, ever strengthen the bonds that now bind Ginger to me body and soul.

I lather my hands, washing Ginger's back, slow, erotic caresses, my slick hands glide over her heated flesh, the tips of my fingers just grazing the swell of her breasts.

Rising I hold open a to her, an over sized bathe towel.

“Ginger Come my love I shall dry you.”

The simple act of toweling off, can become a highly stimulating event, as the coarse texture of cloth meets flesh, and so it is for Ginger, now as I let her melt into my arms, enfolding her, hugging her close, giving her the physical support thst her weary body needs.

Ginger is ready now, her hair dry and in a tight “French Braid”, her skin rosy pink from the hot bath, and vigorous toweling, every nerve alive, and ready to receive the sensations that will soon envelope them.

Taking her by the hand, I lead Ginger to the “Gothic” bed chamber, where her virginity, will be sacrificed to save Marcus. and mark the death of her old existence, then her rebirth as my sexual ”Puppet”.

 

[geri]

His hands move over my back, around my side and just graze the swell of my breasts making me draw in my breath sharply. The whole time he is 'taking care of me' he is talking to me, the words unimportant, the tone of his voice reverbrating through my soul. After he decides that my back is clean enough I rinse and stand moving obediently into the large towel that he holds out for me, his arms wrapping around me and drawing me into his arms.

He meets no resistance as he begins to towel me dry, the feeling of the rough towel making my skin tingle and sensitive to his very touch, my nipples hardening into aching points as the material scrapes lightly against them, a soft moan coming from my lips as his hands cup and squeeze my breasts though the towel, my legs trembling as he dries first my bald mound and then draws it along the indentation between the cheeks of my ass. I sit quietly as he twists my hair into a french braid, amazement at this talent fleetingly passing through my muddled mind.

Taking my hand he leads me into a room that was decorated in a dark and gloomy way. My eyes flit around the room taking it all in my stomach tightening as I do. I tremble and instinctively press closer to him feeling an impending sense of doom knowing I would not leave this room the same person I entered it as.

 

[cgraven]

An Ending and a Beginning

There was a fear, a tenseness, in Ginger as she entered the room where life would change for ever. Once given her virginity could never be reclaimed, this was a defining moment in Gingers life and I knew I had to make it tender , special, the dream of the perfect night come true for her, her dream come true.

I lead Ginger to the massive four poster bed, invite her to join me on its silken sheets, then cradling Ginger in my arms, I rest her head against my shoulder. I hold her close to me and whisper all the things a young girl whishes to hear on this special occasion but seldom dose.

I left her chin, her emotions still waring within her as the moment of truth closes in on her, Ginger’s fate is at hand.

The kiss, is hesitant, tender, as my tongue slides across her lips, asking leave to enter he sweet mouth., no demands, just patient coaxing, waiting for her answer.

 

[geri]

I walked on trembling legs to the huge bed and slid beneath the sheets. My whole body was shaking with nervousness and I wondered why I was doing this if I had decided that Marcus would not appreciate it. The answer was simple, no matter what he had done in the past or what he would do in the future, he was still the only one left from my family and if I did less than my best I would not be able to live with myself.

There was something else too, underneath the fear was the beginning of a nervous type of excitement that tried to push itself to the surface past the fear. I was breathing heavily as he drew me to him, his arms coming about me once again. I was stiff in his arms, unyeilding even as his whispered words filled my ears. I wanted so much to believe him but I was in unfamiliar territory with someone I was bargaining my brother's life for my virginity with.

He put his hand under my chin and lifted it from where I had my eyes locked on his chest and I was forced to look him in the eye. My eyes search his, my emotions plain in them as he takes my lips in a painfully tender kiss. His tongue moves over my lips searching for a way in and, after a small hesitation I open my mouth to allow the intrusion. My small hands laying on his large chest, trembling as he deepens the kiss, his tongue moving in to begin his exporation.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger is stiff in my arms at first; there is a hesitation, then a small shy parting of her lips, slowly softy my kiss then our kiss deepens, her small delicate hands, on my chest, ready to fend me off or to explore my body, all is poised on the brink of success or failure.

A soft shuddering, a gentle trembling, comes over Gingers body as our kiss deepens, her fingers stir. My tongue is gentle in her mouth; slowly I coax it to my lips, and invite it with a soft sucking motion into my mouth, hands caressing ginger’s hair, sliding down the sides of her torso, gentle light touches, that slowly kindle her nerves to desire, tips of fingers grazing the swell of her breasts. My hands are not demanding but soothing and seductive, inviting, and enticing, they only follow the little chicks in Gingers armor, tenderly exploiting each one, opening it wider to lay her soul bare.

Our kiss slowly breaks, lips brushing along the line of her jaw, then to find Ginger’s earlobe. Our lips meet again, part,....“I need you Ginger.....You complete”......., Fingers tracing light feathery patterns on ginger’s inner thighs, then our lips meet again in a passionate kiss.



Now I flood Ginger with a world of sensations, fingers to her clit, mouth suckling, her breasts, nipples aroused to pearly hard nest, sensual kisses, travel down her torso, and naval tongued, cool stream of air drawn across the moist surface, playful nips at her waist.

Gingers thighs, legs, feet, and toes covered with passionate little kisses and licks. I pay loving an attention to the tendon behind her knee, and sensualy suck each toe, then back again up her legs to part her virgin’s coral lips. A long slow lick of its length, then darting tongue strikes Ginger’s clit. I feast at the entrance of her virgin passage devouring her clit, driving her to a euphoric state.

 

[geri]

Ginger

His gentleness overwhelmed me as he fed my body sensation after sensation, my skin slowly becoming sensitive and then burning at his touch. My back arched, my body writhed and my breath came in slow torturous pants as I felt his mouth, hands and tongue moving over my body, leaving nothing untouched.

I shook and shivered, moaning to him my eyes opening wide as he spelled out his need for me in words. The fear I had was now replaced by a burning need as he found and excited my heated sex. I did not fight him, I could not if I had to. In fact my legs parted for him as if on their own even as my mind called out that this was not my choice, that I was being used and exploited. Then that thought, that voice faded as I felt a powerful wave of passion and pleasure surround me and pull me under. I cried out as I began to shake uncontrolably, a warm liquid spilling from my swollen lips at which he still worked, my hands tangled in his hair as his tongue forced the jolts of pleasure to continue through my clit lengthening the sweet torture he was putting me through. I rolled my head back and forth not wanting this feeling of total abandon, fearing it as I had feared him just a short time ago but being unable to resist it as I jerked and spasmed in response to his gentle coaxings.

My hips lifted as the orgasm continued, filling my senses with nothing but him and the feeling he was drawing from me until I finally fell back to the bed, my chest heaving, my mind muddled as I wondered how I could have responded to him that way. My hands fell from his hair and I closed my eyes, swallowing hard as I whimpered from the feelings still running through me like a liquor taken on a cold night.

"Oh, god..." I breathed when I had regained my voice,"Oh, no...I...I can't believe I did that." Tears formed in my eyes, my mind berating me for responding, telling me that I could only have done that if I were something besides the lady, the good girl, I let everyone think I was.

 

[cgraven]

Jordy

Ginger’s virgin body bucks and withers as the sensations so foreign to it engulf her. The first thick, pearly drops of her orgasm, sweet beyond compare to my taste and feed my black soul. Her mind may still lie to her that she is being forced, that it is not her choice, but the sweet flow, that I so eagerly lap up from those puffy, aroused lips, now betray her.

"Oh, god..."………… ,"Oh, no...I...I can't believe I did that."

Ginger’s words come in bated breaths, in a deep husky, sexually aroused whisper of wanton desire and need. Tears form in her violet blue eyes as they roll back into her head. My tongue allowing her no rest no, peace no time for her mind to regroup, but drives her on in a sexual frenzy, of violent orgasms. Hands massage, kneed her innocent breasts, fingers roll pull, tweak and pinch her taunt nipples. Lips, firry kisses slowly climb her velvet skin, leaving a liquid trail of searing passion in their wake, till at last our lips meet in savage passion.

Ginger is stripped of all the old self images, the loving daughter, the self sacrificing sister, the loyal friend with a compassionate ear, the dependable hard working employee. All the shams she has used to deny her bodies natural urges, laid bare in the naked light of her aroused need.

“ Kitten you please me, you are My completion, My loving “Good Gril”.

The savage lust in our kiss returns, the velvet helmet of my ardent desire grazes, Ginger’s wet, silken, rose pedal lips.

 

[geri]

Ginger

I could not breath as our lips met and it seemed he drew my lives breath from me. He whispers to me how good I am and I do not argue, I cannot breath much less speak. My hands flutter and then timidly touch him, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my hands. I moan into his mouth as I feel his member brush against my sex and my back arches in response in spite of myself.

I try to shake my head but he holds me captive with his body and mouth, giving me no recourse but to submit to the passions that are bursting upon me. I sob into the kiss now, afraid and yet excited, my emotions in turmoil and my mind in a haze. My hands grasp his arms, my fingers digging into the muscles there, my body pressed against his in a silent plea to quench the fire that burns within. And yet my mind still screams off in the distance that this should not be but my body is too far gone to care.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger’s body rises to mine; her tortured mind now confused, all her esteem and self image of the passed having been cruelly striped from her only leaves the burning desire that consumes Ginger’s loins to be answered. That need so unfamiliar to this Virgin body the only thing real to her, the only thing that exist her, the need that she now must fulfill or surely be lost for ever.

I meet her gyrating hips and thrust an inch into Ginger. Her needs knows no limits, as she trusts her hips up to meet me, her virginity ripped away, by her own wild actions as she seeks the release & she has so long denied herself.

Ginger the shy blackmailed Virgin, now the wanton libertine as she lusts for fulfillment.

 

[geri]

My body bucked under his and I whimpered in my need, not wanting to give into it but not being in control of my emotions or actions that that moment. I gasped as I felt the head of his member suddenly enter me just as I move my own hips up in a gesture of my own need. Unable to stop the movement of my hips I cry out as I feel the burning pain of my virginity torn from me, the situation made worse by the fact that I knew I had done it on my own...that I had impaled myself on his hard shaft, my most precious treasure flung away in that instant of passionate need.

I sobbed not only with the pain but with the loss of and regret for what I had done. Freezing as I felt his sex enter mine, stretching it and widening it, encased in my warmth as no man had ever been before I clung to him not sure what to do now. Too late to go back, to scared to go on, my body shaking against his as I struggle with my emotions and the unfamiliar desires that shook through me.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger clung to me her face pressed to my chest, her tears bathing me her sobs, exciting me as the rich warm blood of her virginal sacrifice bathes my shaft. Her body knows what it craves, even s her mind tries to fight, to rationalize what she was done own her own, the sacrifice of her Virginity for a passing moment of passion.

I stroke her hair; I cradled Ginger in my arm, as she squirms impaled on my shaft, by her own willing trust. Her mind had not fully submitted but her body had. Now I would please her body, later torture her mind as I lead her to a world she’ll either come to embrace or forever be the victim on display for the amusement of others. In either case Ginger was going to make me a lot of money.

With mock kindness and true gentility I ease the frighten Virgin’s body back and start a slow probing, assault on her tight pure passage, each stroke longer deeper, maintaining pressure on her clit as I with drew, then the quick thrust to violate her innocents just a bit more till the velvet helmet nudged her womb.

Ginger at first is passive yet as my words envelop her mind seducing her to let go of the past and all it’s lies, to embrace the future where her pleasure and joy awaited her there if she but claim them, of her beauty, and of how her body pleased me so, then of her bravery to take what her body craved, on her own & of her own free will.

Deep powerful strokes, my body arched driving into her, mouth, teeth, lips exciting Gingers breast and torrid, taunt nipples till at last her tender young body trembled not with sobs but an orgasm that rocked her to her very soul.

I allowed her no rest bit but built wave after wave of pleasure upon her my teeth now biting her nipples, clawed fingers raking her breast till at last in a crescendo, of sensations we climaxed together, spent, in each other arms my shaft still buried deep with in Ginger’s womb the last gushes of my liquid hot seed filling her grasping body.

 

[geri]

I lay there listening to his honeyed words and feeling his hard sex moving in and out of my newly opened body, going just a bit deeper on each stroke until it feels as if it is buried so very deep within me. As his words and motions take hold on me and I feel the tingle in my clit as his shaft rasps against the hard nub I begin to groan and writhe under him, pleasure beginning to replace the repulsion of what I had just done and a building feeling of orgasm slowly approaching me, submerging me in desire and lust and drowning my senses as well as my sensibilites.

His mouth teased me, causing my skin to tingle at the very brush of his skin along mine. And, just as the mere touch of his flesh against mine began to send me wild I felt his fingers dig deep into the tender flesh of my breast sending pain spiraling through me to mix with the approaching orgasm and send me over the top. I cried out, my body arching and my hips thrusting to meet his as he took me harder still until my whole being shuddered helplessly beneath him, caught in a climax that left me weak with the force of it. Within that overwhelming peak I felt him flood my womb with his seed, filling me to overflowing, the sticky liquid mixing with my own and spilling around his manhood buried deep inside of me and coating my thighs in a testiment to my weakness and humiliation.

But for now I could not think straight enough to realize that I had given myself over to the dark words and actions of this man. All I knew was the tremors that filled me as my heated passage flexed around his hard manhood, draining it further, desiring the last of his cum as if it were life giving.

With a shudder I lay there afterwards, my eyes closed, breathing hard and moaning in both disbelief and pleasure, my body's hunger sated for the moment as I felt him close to me our entwined bodies wet with the activities we had just been through.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger’s body yielded eagerly to mine as the pleasure she had only dreamed of engulfed her sweeping her away in wild feelings of joy, fulfillment, pleasure, and searing pain, an intoxicating mixture that would seal her fate. Yes seal her fate, not for the bargained for 48 hours, but for the rest of her life, my play toy till I tired of her and sold her off.

She lay there wash in the warm glow of her nubile body and the disbelief or her mind, her will had been weak yet Ginger’s body’s cravings had been strong and would not be denied., Soft encouraging words bate Ginger’s mind her soul ever tempted to surrender to the pleasure. Has it not all she had dreamed of and more, why did she deny her self for the views of others, where they jealous wishing to enjoy the rapture of sex themselves but denying it to her. My fingers still stoking the fires of her lust at her breast, her clitoris, allowing Ginger no rest till she begged for more.

 

[geri]

Even as my orgasm had begun to fade he stroked it to life again. I whimpered as I tried to get away from his fingers and mouth. My already overloaded body crying out as yet more feelings and emotions were brought to life. I gasped and groaned, my hands trying to stop his to no avail. I sobbed as my body was given no rest, begging in a tearfilled voice.

"Oh, please...please...I can't take anymore. Oh, god, please nooooo...." My nails dug deep into his flesh even as I tried to move away from the constant pleasure that was quickly becoming torture to my flushed and heated skin. "Please...please...it was my first time. I can't handle it. Please...arggghhhhhh." My body arched as a particullarly hard orgasm rocked through me causing my body to lock up, shuddering and spasming making me tremble from head to foot.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger’s body comes to life under my knowing, if not loving hands, for the powerful orgasms that no made this innocent girl shudder from head to toe, can be such a sweet torture, to a mind that will not except them as natural and good. My free hand joins in the assault as I start to maul her sanative nipples now standing erect, her areolas puckered, drawn so taunt, the mere heat of our body’s pressed together fanning the flames of Gingers passion to uncontrolled wanton lust. Her words plead for rest, it was her first time, her mind trying desperately to be rid of the ecstasy, which her nubile, arches to.

My lips savagely claim hers, denying her mind the ability to voice, even the pitiful mercy, of protest. Gingers thrusting withering body, her pleading for a moment's rest from the sensual onslaught, bring my manhood instantly back to ridged life. Fingers now replaced with a driving force that fills Ginger again, positioning her grasping, milking sex. Our tongues intertwined, her breath shared with mine, her life and mine joined, as our breathing is, in the rape of her mind, as well as the rape of her body. I claim this innocent as my puppet and play toy.

We lay there spent, to exhausted even to move. Ginger’s hair in disarray, a fine sheen of sweat covers her body, her breath coming in short little gasps, as she is forced to face her body’s cravings in the naked light of truth, of its own willing cooperation in her rape.

The sleep of exhausting finally gives Ginger a moment’s rest, my arm draped across her chest claiming this virgin child as my own.

 

[geri]

He refused to stop, his hands, mouth and body driving me to crashing heights again and again until I was too exahusted and too worn down to resist any longer. I can feel his manhood stiffening against me and I moan half in desire and half in a weakening fight against him and my own body.

I begin to kiss him back, tasting his mouth as he thrusts his tongue in as far as he can, claiming my mouth as his property. I arch my back as I feel his hard shaft thrust through my swollen, sensitive lips to become sheathed in my warm wetness once again. He begins to move within me, my newly opened sex automatically conforming to the shape of his manhood, the walls contracting as his thrusts causes friction against them. I moan and cry into the kiss as his tool tears through me with no gentleness at all. I shudder as my body responds to the onslaught. My hips lifting as the waves of pleasure begin again, his shaft rubbing my tortured clit causing me to writh beneath him, the movement closing my hot passage even more firmly around him.

My nails dig into his back as I shudder and jerk as the orgasm overcomes me, my body locked in position as I feel his seed once again flood my womb once again sending me into a hard orgasm, my mouth open, my eyes wide, my breathing shallow as all I can do is let my body ride through it. I feel his sex clasped in mine, my sheath milking his as his jerks and spasms inside of me, filling me to overflowing and causing me to moan as a warmth covers me like a blanket.

Finally I fall back on the bed, exahusted, unable to think only knowing that my own hips had been thrusting as fast as his and remembering the pure lust and desire I had felt as he had plundered my depths. These thoughts following me down into sleep.

 

[cgraven]

Wake to see Ginger lay there in the glow that lingers, her body knew what it had wanted along even if her mind still rebelled. No difference, she could yield and learn to accept the sensations I would deliver to that body, totally willing or she could continue to delude herself

My hand strays to her still swollen sex, waking her to a driving need to be fulfilled. She moan, her hips trust to meet my fingers, her G-spot was fully aroused by the time Ginger was fully conscious, her body withering in her aroused need.

“Ginger bathe, yourself go to the wardrobe, dress as a school girl, no underwear, you will be performing for a group of very special clients…… They like young fresh meat dear.”

 

[geri]

I dream and in my dream he is taking me again, torturing me with pleasures that are almost pain. In my dream I raise my hips to take him in fully, my body wanting so much to feel him inside me, my mind no longer fighting against what my body wanted. I was breathing rapidly, my moans interspersed between my gasping breaths. With a final groan I woke up, finding that what I had thought a dream was all too real and he was above me his fingers buried into my sex, stroking a spot that had never been stroked before and sending me close to the edge of an orgasm.

I almost cried when he stopped, very short of my release and ordered me to bathe and dress. "You will be performing for a group of very special clients...they like young fresh meat, dear." He said and my heart began pounding hard in my chest. This was not the ending of my torture, it was only the beginning. Hot tears coursed down my cheeks as I made myself get up and head toward the bathtub.

Forty eight hours I told myself I just have to hold on for forty eight hours and then both Marcus and I will be free of him and his kind. Just let them use your body and live through it and you will be out of here soon. But still the tears fell and a sob could be heard every once in awhile as I slowly cleaned myself, wanting to drag out the time before I had to go meet his 'clients'. I scrubbed my body hard trying to get the feel of him off of me, mad at myself for enjoying the sensation of his hands and mouth on me, his sex plunged deep into mine. Even as I remembered the night before I began to scrub hard at my soft mound, trying first to remove any evidence of him from me and then moaning as my sensitive clit responded to the friction on it. With a gasp I began to circle it wanting release from the burning he had left between my legs, shuddering as my fingers moved faster and faster my orgasm just on the edge and then a small cry as my own fingers pushed me over the edge, my honey flowing from my lips to mix with my bath water.

I sat there gasping and trying to recover, a blush covering my face at what I had just done. Getting out of the water in a hurry I made my way over to the closet, the large towel circling my dripping form. Pulling out what he had instructed me to wear I pulled it over my head and dressed in a hurry, just wanting this to be over with so I could get back to my life.

 

[cgraven]

I watch the video monitor of Ginger bathing, her gasp, husky, and wanton, as she begins to circle her clit, searching, wanting release from the burning need I had left between her legs. Shuddering as her fingers moved faster and faster to claim the orgasm just out of her reach, then tittering on the edge, a small cry as her own fingers pushed Ginger over, her honey nectar flowing down her thighs to mix with the bath water.

I smiled to myself ;

my, my, sweet Ginger, your mind may rebel, but your body knows what it craves, and that craving I’ll use against you, till your body’ needs, drags your protesting mind into submission.

She did as she was told, well almost for the first thing Ginger did was dawn a pair of panties and a bra, then the navy blue over the knees stockings white blouse, school tie, blue plaid skirt, then slipped on the black low pumps. Then Ginger surprised me as she did her long blonde hair up in a tight “French” braid, taking great care that all was perfect.

Ginger stood there freshly scrubbed, no make up and looked the role of a nineteen year old school girl to the tee. A silken blind fold, and I lead Ginger out of the room to stand center stage in a darken room, to stand center stage in a blacken room a bright spotlight bathes her in its harsh glare, as I slip the blindfolded a large video screen displays her little bathe scene as her gasps and moans echo through the room.

 

[geri]

When I was dressed, I stood waiting for my next instruction wondering how many hours I had left before I would be free of this. Then he came and placed a silken blindfold around my eyes, and I was lead, blind to somewhere I could not see to stand, abandoned, in a spot I dare not move from because I did not know what was outside of it.

A heat bathed me then from an unknown source and I shivered in it rather than basked in it's glow. My blindfold was undone and I was blinded now by light rather than darkness as I squint to see the source of the noises before me. Once my vision is cleared a bit I blush heavily at seeing me pleasuring myself on screen, my shame being shown to any who were close.

 

[cgraven]

A crimson blush engulfs Ginger as she realizes the scene that plays on the wall size screen is her. It delights me, her shame, the pain in her eyes, all are a delight. The back of my hands tenderly strokes her cheek, my voice a soft seductive whisper, barely audible; my breath stirs the whips of hair not caught up in her tight “French” braid.

:”Ginger I would have kept you for myself if you had but admitted what your body craves for, the fulfillment of its needs, it was you that trust your hips so willing, to rip your own virginity away, it was you in the bathe, masturbating to recapture a bit of that pleasure, yet your prideful mind refuses still to admit, what your body has not only surrendered to, but now so eagerly seeks”

The sting of my words strike Ginger harder THAN ANY FIST COULD FOR SHE KNoWS THERE WAS A CERTAIN TRUTH BEHIND THEM.

“Now you will perform for my guests, you will do anything they tell you, you will not hesitate, or you will be severely punished……..I will be watching baby.”

A tender kiss on her cheek and she is left to stand that in that harsh, white light, that reviles all. Several moments pass, there is a scraping of chairs being occupied. A gnarled wither old hand comes into view, laying a $50.00 bill on the stage. A whizzed voice crackles.

“What a cute little school girl we have here, and so naughty, I like naughty little girls. Lift you skirt Baby I want to see you pussy”.

Another $50.00 appears and an other request.

“Yah lets see you finger your blond cunt like you did in your bathe.”

A $50.00 "

Stick your finger up your ass Baby”