The House on the Hill

[Lala_Phoenix]

Della was in hell.

Sitting in the bathtub, her body already quivering with the need to release as Moody rubbed her nipples and strategically placed the pulsing shower head to stimulate her clit. Her body had completely lost all familiarity. This body was a slave to sexual stimulation with a hair trigger when combined with her fear.

Her mind fought desperately against her treacherous body. She gripped the sides of the bathtub, trying to will herself to not respond to Moody's evil ploys to taunt and punish her. It was a losing battle with the cloth on her nipples sending a shot of electricity straight to her clit, which was swollen and under sensual attack by the pulsating water.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Della finally cried out, her thundercloud gray-blue eyes tearing up. She bowed her head and began to sob. Moody ever so slightly tightened the rope, not enough to affect her breathing, but enough to force her to look up.

It dawned on her very slowly why he did that. He wanted to see her cry. She couldn't see his crotch but she suddenly knew he was hard watching her suffer. It disgusted her.

And still, Della could not fight off another rising orgasm as it threatened to come forth. She hated herself even as her eyelids closed and she began to roll her hips to get constant pressure on her clit.

 

[cgraven]

Edwin loved the desperate little battle that Della McCullough was fighting with her own treacherous young body and its traitorous craving for more. When he had raped her taken her virginity by force he had awaken something in her something dark and needy that was in stark contrast to the young auburn haired innocent nature. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the tub as she fought her losing battle with her own supple young body.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Della finally gasped, her thundercloud gray-blue eyes tearing up. Della bowed her head in defeat and began to sob. Moody eyes shown evilly and ever so slightly tightened the rope, not enough to strangle her, but enough to force her to look up so that he could enjoy the flash of the young girl’s emotion in the depths of her tear shimmering eyes. That delicious, fear, oh such sweet hatred, and then there was that dark sensual look of arousal and sinfully shameful desire for more. As his cold cruel eyes held her gray-blue eyes captive, her young soul laid bare to his eyes. Della blushed scarlet under his gaze, her eyes fluttered closed and her full ripe lips “O”ed and she began to roll her hips to get constant pressure of the pulsating jets of water on her throbbing tormented clit.

It was Moody’s face that smiled down at Della McCullough as his hand moved back the pulsating shower head from her needy little pussy; it was time that this sweet innocent young beauty now beg for what that gorgeous young body desired. “All you have to do is ask for what you desire Miss McCullough.” As he spoke Moody moved that seductive pulsating shower head right up to her tender little pussy to directly tease and torment her throbbing clit. “Just a simple little “Please Master”. Moody kept Della tittering on the brink of that dark abyss that promised such sweet dark rich pleasure.

Then suddenly that pleasing, teasing, showerhead was gone, and that seductive washcloth was floating on the surface of the water, and Moody was drawing Della up out of the water and from the tub. Her stunning young body was glistening with a fine sheen of water. He began chaffing her aroused young body, dry wrapped Della in a rough terry cloth towel and drew her tightly to his body, his cock pressed to the firm curve of the girl’s ass. It was quite clear he would grant her no relief until she humiliated herself and beg him to fuck her again.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

Della shifted her legs, trying to quell her body's misery. Moody simply pressed his dick firmer in to Della's ass before pushing her out of the bathroom. He walked her to the bed and shoved her face down into the comforter, leaving the bath towel to fall off. She was bent perfectly at the waist, her smooth firm ass in the air for Moody to admire.

He held both of Della's hands behind her back with one of his. Just when she thought she'd lose her mind in fear of being raped, she felt a sharp slap to first her right then left ass cheeks. She gasped, shocked she was being spanked. She thought it must be some sort of sick game he liked to play but for the moment, she was just glad the attention was off her clit. She couldn't take much more of his teasing.

Then she felt another series of stinging slaps on her rear. The slaps permeated down to her core and the sound of his hands smacking her taut skin filled the silence of the room. In a terrible realization, she understood this was even worse torture than the bathtub. Her ass was crimson, the same color of her burning cheeks, and the sweet hurt felt delicious. Just as she was understanding his latest game, his next blow caught the backside of her pussy and sent a jolt of electricity through her. "Oh...no..." She moaned, once again felt to despair as her body was played so well by a devil.

He did not let up his pace and each blow landed in a new place, sending thrill after thrill through her wanting body. She could no longer help herself and gave into the sensation. She was lost in the sting of pain and its haunting pleasure as it burned on the surface of her skin and penetrated all the way to her pussy. She was so lost, she forgot where she was, who was giving her this pleasure, the hate she should feel - nothing matter but how her body felt and so, it was a completely unconscious movement when she freed her hand from Moody's and found herself twisting her right nipple painfully hard just as he landed another smarting slap to her ass. She cried out in rapture as lightening bolts raced from opposite directions until they collided in her pussy.

In a sudden violence, he ripped her head back by her hair and snarled at her.

"Say it," He taunted. He released her hair. Both hands now dug into her hips, roughly positioning himself so that his cock was just ouside of her pussing, waiting to plunge in. Waiting to give her what she wanted. To bring her everything she wanted.

Her nipples, aching head, stinging ass, and wet pussy crushed her. Every cell in her body ignored her and instead now placed their loyalty in him.

Della was at her limit. She no longer cared what he said. Her tears of despair were quickly drying. She condemned herself, for her terrible weakness, her naivety.

And then she gave in. There was nothing else to do. She would never forgive herself, but she couldn't deny it anymore.

Della McCullough wanted to be fucked and fucked hard.

"Please, Master."

 

[cgraven]

What a delicious young body Miss McCullough had and so delightfully needy. By the time that Moody had chaffed her dry Della’s pale pink nipples were hard little pebbles crowning her now puffy dusky pink areolas. He knew that even she could smell the sweet intoxicating fragrance of her shameful arousal. He smiled when he sent Della sprawling across the bed her firm little ass wiggling so seductively. Moody was on her before the young fiery beauty had a chance to react. He had her hands pinned at the small of her back. Moody knew that the girl was expecting to be raped again but he had something very different in mind for this pour little innocent.

His hand flashed like summer lighting, Della felt a sharp slap to first her right then left ass cheek. That sensual little gasped of shocked when the gorgeous young beauty realized that she was being spanked. His hand print blazed crimson against the girl’s creamy ivory skin. Again and again his hand came down as he spanked not only Della’s firm little ass but her pussy and the tops of her thighs as well in till her tender fleas was hot to the touch.

"Oh...no..." The hapless young beauty moaned as her treacherous young body embraced the pain and her thighs glistened with her growing arousal. No matter how much Della McCullough wanted to deny that shameful arousal that his demanding hand brought her traitorous young body craved the pain. Della wrenched a hand from his grip but instead of trying to fight him off she began pinching, tugging, and tormenting her own engorged and hypersensitive nipple.

“Say it girl……..” His cock no positioned to take her once more that velvet tip just grazing her hot, wet, needy folds. His finger digging into her hips as he held her still. Della was caught between her shameless need to be fucked and fucked hard and her own shame at wanting to be fucked.

"Please, Master." The hapless young beauty pleaded. That simple word “Master” bubbled so naturally from Della’s moist ripe lips as if she were acknowledging a truth that could not be denied. “Please what Miss McCullough? Please fuck you,……..Please make you come Miss McCullough?” Moody taunted Della, the tip of his cock now nudging the young auburn haired beauty’s needy throbbing clit. Moody rolled his hips back and forth tormenting Della’s clit and just entering her chaste young body, just giving her a little taste of what her treacherous young body craved. “All you have to do Miss McCullough is ask for what you desire.”

Moody’s slow cruel seduction of Della McCullough stunning young body, and innocent young mind went on without let up. Edwin / Moody would leave Della no place to hide from herself or from what her treacherous young body now craved. No the proud young beauty would have to beg him to fuck her take her any way he desired if he would just let her have the sexual release she so desperately wanted.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

Della had already broken. With his cock at her entrance, she had done what Moody told her she had to do. He'd said a simple "please, master" would do. But it hadn't done. Now, he demanded even more degradation.

Della had already given up everything when she'd admitted her desparate need of him and the pleasure he could give. Her innocence, her self-respect, her ability to choose right from wrong. It was the wrongness of this that cut Della to the core. It was wrong for her to give into any man, call herself submissive to anyone, but for it to happen with this man was beyond wrong. It was wicked.

Wicked, shameful, humiliating, evil. All of these things Della felt acutely, but still her throbbing pussy drove her to turn her back on her very self. Della was an angel falling fast into carnal darkness. Gone was her inner white. Instead, her light had turned red, marred as Eve had been when she'd partaken of the forbidden.

No matter the darkness she was falling into, she was acutely aware she was no longer breathing, she was panting. She was no longer wet, but dripping. No longer simply hot, but on fire. Her body demanded action.

She pushed back on Moody so that his cock entered her a milimeter more. One milimeter is all it took.

"Take me, Master," she gasped. "Fuck me, Master. Please, Master."

 

[cgraven]

"Please, Master.” The hapless young beauty pleaded. That simple word “Master” bubbled so naturally from Della’s moist ripe lips as if she were acknowledging a truth that could not be denied. “Please what Miss McCullough? Please fuck you,……..Please make you come Miss McCullough?” Moody taunted Della. What a needy little creature she was, her arousal undeniable. Moody smiled as Della swallowed the last of her pride, and rolled her hips back to his slowly impaling herself on his cock as she blushed scarlet and sobbed;"Take me, Master," Della’s voice a soulful needy gasped whisper "Fuck me, Master. Please, Master."

“Come to me impale your tight little pussy on my cock.” Moody rolled his hips to Della McCullough as she pushed back impaling herself on his cock. His hands tightened around her trim little waits as he began to pound into that delicious tight pussy. He had left Della with no place to hide from herself or from what her treacherous young body wanted he fucked her hard, harder than when he had raped her and claimed her virginity. Moody’s fingers fisted in Della’s silken auburn hair: “Is this what you want Miss McCullough to be fucked hard like a little bitch in heat? He stilled himself his cock buried to the hilt in the young beauty’s tight grasping pussy. It must of seemed like an eternity before he began fucking the hapless young beauty again. Time and again he brought her tittering on the brink of that dark Abyss that promised her such dark rich forbidden pleasure, before denying her again.

When Della was sobbing and begging to cum when the last bit of her pride evaporated in her burning desire to cum. Moody whispered in Della’s ear; “Cum for me babydoll!” and slammed into her fucking the auburn haired beauty hard and fast until she came. Moody gave Della no time to recover from that soul searing orgasm, but continued to slammed into her tight little pussy ripping a series of cascading orgasm from her until that unimagined pleasure became painful. When he finally came filling her fertile young womb with his cum, and as she lay beneath him spent and exhausted her gorgeous young body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat Moody whispered in Della’s ear, his cock still buried to the hilt in her juicy little pussy; “Rest now Miss McCullough we have all weekend together……….” He paused and then breathed”…………and it is a holiday weekend so that is three days of fucking you have to look forward to.”

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

When Moody's cock slammed into her, all of Della's nerve endings fired. She let out a strangled groan. She would have wept with relief but she quickly forgot everything but his unrelenting pace and the way his cock filled and stretched her.

His dick drove harder and farther in with each pump. Della's firm breasts bobbed forcefully as he drove her to scream and beg incoherently for more. He fingers dug into her hips and he smacked her ass, adding an even more delicious sensation coursing through her.

Della's guilt and shame were lost as she drifted higher and higher, her brain firing on all cylinders as if there were fireworks going off in her cranium. And then it was all too much, and Della once again detonated, convulsing uncontrollably around Moody's cock.

Even as she came, his pace never faltered and Della soon found herself cresting wave after wave of pleasure. When at long last, Moody erupted inside her, she milked him hard, making him groan. In that moment, Della felt both immense power and satisfaction.

Of course, then he had told her they had three days of fucking to look forward to. She had no idea what that would entail, but she was too exhausted just now to consider it.

When he withdrew, she collapsed on the bed, spent and savoring the tingly aftershocks that continued to pulse through her body. Della felt something graze her entrance and then Moody was sticking two fingers in her mouth, making her taste the mingling of their come. Instinctively, Della sucked his fingers, reveling in the salty sweetness. An evil gleam shown in Moody's eyes; it was a dangerous look. He had withdrawn from her completely then and she'd fall back on the pillows and she drifted off to sleep.

 

[cgraven]

The first day of Miss McCullough new life began with a firm smack to her melodious little ass, Moody’s hand print glowing crimson on Della’s pale soft alabaster skin. His hand fisted into the young girl’s thick, rich, silken auburn hair as he snapped her head back and his mouth crushed to hers as he took and savored the sweetness of Della’s chaste young mouth. “You must be hungry after your “Workout” yesterday evening Miss McCullough.”

He knew the words must sting after all he had raped her, taken her virginity as if it was his right and then to her shame and horror she had begged and pleaded with him to fuck her again as she called him “Master”. How prophetic, he smiled to himself, as he idly wonder if this young beauty had any real understanding of what it would mean to her that he was indeed her “Master”. As delightful as that thought might be and all that it would entail for her, he returned to the moment. “You will Dress Miss McCullough, something quite conservative, a skirt, a modest blouse I prefer white, heels and stockings I detest panty hose Miss McCullough and if you do not have stockings then go bare legged.”

He had subtly begun Della’s training and she would soon learn that when he said “Miss McCullough” it was in fact a command that she was to obey without question and immediately. “I shall meet you in the kitchen Miss McCullough when you have dressed………..” He paused a moment before continuing, “………..do not keep me waiting young lady.” Moody gave Della’s firm ass another sharp stinging slap before turning on his heel and leaving to prepare her breakfast. Moody had taken the precaution to have slipped Della’s cell phone into his pocket as he desired no interruptions in the young auburn haired beauty’s training. He knew that Raven’s Rest would not let this sweet little dove fly unless it was his wish.

When Della finally arrived in the kitchen she found that only one place had been set at the table and Moody was sitting there. “You must be starving Miss McCullough……….” He smiled sweetly as he spoke his eyes met her soft grey-blue eyes, eyes that were as cold as the grave, as if somehow Moody was a soulless corps, and yet they held hers captive in their unblinking gaze. “……..Kneel Miss!” he pointed to the floor, a spot near is chair. Della would bend to his will and eat from his finger tips or…..“Now Miss McCullough or shall I start by fucking that tight little cunt of yours if you are not hungry?” Moody left Della no choice either submit to his will or get fucked hard and the look in his dead eyes told her that it would be a very painful and no doubt humiliating for her.

As Della hesitated Moody decided that today he would start to train the gorgeous young coed to be the best little cock sucker at Ladysmith College.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

When Della was finally alone in her room, she breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, Della felt her head clear. Now, she was unable to explain the spell she had been under - the dreams had blurred into reality, Marcy had blurred into Moody, and forced sex had blurred into consensual sex.

For those few minutes as Della was dressing, she tried to work out what to do next. She couldn't find her phone and she found her tablet and laptop were dead. She plugged them up in hopes she could get help if she ever got the chance to use them. She simply had to bide her time. She'd quietly tried to open all of her windows, but none would not budge.

Biding her time was a lot easier without Moody in the room. Downstairs, what she felt was the most dreadful fear. He had threatened to brutally take her if she didn't obey, but Della found it hard to commit to whatever game he had mind. She had the feeling she'd already lost in any case.

Finally, she steeled herself and knelt beside him. She had dressed in the most conservative clothes she had and tried to cover every inch her body that she could. She'd worn a dark blue pencil skirt and an off-white satin button up with her hair pulled back with a few strands framing her face. Della did not own stockings, so her legs were bare below the hem of her skirt. Black heels made her legs appear much longer than they were. Della thought she looked like a librarian or perhaps a secretary from a bygone era.

In the soft light dreaming in the otherwise dark room, she had knelt before him. Della instinctively knew she must appear to submit to Moody for the time being, and so she lowered her head and placed her hands on her thighs.

She didn't know when she would have a chance to run, but she held out hope she would get a chance. For now, she had to play his games and hope he didn't hurt her too badly before she broke free. Moody was not a large man but he'd already proven he was quite strong and she already knew he wasn't afraid to leave a mark. Her ass could testify to that.

What Della couldn't have known is how she actually looked in that moment. She was the image of a virtuous, pious angel, kneeling in the sunlight, with her bee stung rosy lips parted in concentration, blue-grey eyes lowered beneath long, thick lashes, insubordinate hairs framing her face. The skirt she wore hugged every sexy curve of her hips and ass, the blouse from above showed her pale bosom, and the heels accentuated her firm, toned calves.

No devil would have been able to stop himself from partaking in Della's innocence, which surrounded her as an aura. Even as Moody had corrupted Della's mind and body for a moment, her angelic halo remained. As her eyes were lowered to the floor, Della did not see the wicked, savage smile Moody gave her.

She sat where she was and waited for her next command.

 

[cgraven]

Edwin Graham in the guise of Moody could see the tension in Della’s lithe young body as she came to him in the Kitchen of Raven’s Rest. He lifted his dark cold eyes to hers and boldly took in every inch of her gorgeous young body, the way her little dark blue pencil skirt hugged every sexy curve of her hips and firm little ass. The sheer off-white satin button up blouse delightfully accented showed her pale bosom to perfection, the way Della had pulled back her hair with a few strands framing her angelic face, and the high heels accentuated her firm, toned calves. Miss Della McCullough might think that she looked like a frumpy librarian. Could it be that this Ravishing young beauty be ignorant of her own stunning beauty? As Della sank to her kneels in one natural fluid, sensual, and seductive motion could any man or devil that saw her kneeling there with her firm little ass resting on her heels and her stormy blue-grey eyes demurely downcast and her hands resting palms down on her sides resist partaking of her maidenly charms?

As Della knelt by his side he gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “I approve of your ensemble Miss McCullough. It pleases me babydoll you look good enough to eat.” A wicked smile bowed Moody’s thin lips. He now cupped Della’s chin and his thumbs seductively slid across the sensual bow of the young girl’s full ripe moist lips. He seemed to know just how to touch her to enkindle the dark passions that he had awoken in Della’s treacherous young body. “Ah but forgive me Babydoll you must be hungry.”

He broke off a piece of toast and held it out to the kneeling girl for her to eat from his finger tips. He saw Della’s hesitation. “Or shall we just start your training now Miss McCullough.” It was clear that Della would either submit and eat from his finger tips and no doubt drink from the palm of his hand or she would get nothing to eat or drink and he would simply start what he called her training. Moody waited for the young kneeling beauty to make her choice.

Once Della’s breakfast was over Moody commanded her to rise. “Step out of your heels Miss McCullough it is time for your first little lesson. So far you have received pleasure now you shall learn to give pleasure my dear. Dance for me and slowly bare your gorgeous young body to me for my pleasure.” Moody paused for a moment. “Amuse me with your performance Miss McCullough” Moody sat back in his chair waited for the trapped young beauty to obey or suffer the consequence for disobedience.

This was just the first step in Della McCullough’s first lesson of the day. If the young beauty baulked, or refused to do as he had commanded her then young Miss McCullough would find herself drawn over his knee, the helm of her dark blue pencil skirt bunched up around her waist and her panties down around her knees as his hand stinging Della’s ass until she learned he was not to be defied and she would beg him to let her cum and that she would do “anything” if he did. But if Della was a good little babydoll then she would again find herself on her knees as he taught her to be a pleasing little cock sucker.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

Della stood awkwardly before Moody. She didn't know how to dance the salsa much less seductively. She had made it through the breakfast debacle only by distracting herself from both the humiliation of being fed like a dog and the cramps in her legs.

Moody's eyes were piercing and Della had the strangest feeling of being watched, which made no sense. Still she felt as though some unknown eye was gazing at her. It made her cold. She shivered visibly.

She had to forcefully focus her attention to the task at hand. Was she supposed to be doing a strip tease? Or just pirouetting around the room. She wanted to ask but kept her mouth shut, getting more anxious the more she thought about dancing.

Finally, though, she recognized she really didn't have a choice but to move her body. She didn't know what she was supposed to be doing but she mentally put a record on in her head and began to slowly sway. Before she knew it, her eyes met Moody's and as before, she became almost hypnotizeed by them. She felt she was drowning in the amber pupils.

As she lost more and more of herself in Moody's eyes, his face became strangely blurry and another face began to appear in its place. It was a familiar face but the features weren't defined enough in her periphery.

Della was no more aware of her movements than she was her quickened breathing. It was as if she'd been paced under a spell. She didn't register the way she dipped and rolled her hips, then her chest, tracing her hands seductively along the curves of her body. Her hair began to fall from its tie and the light hit it just right so that her tiny strands of hair looked like they were on fire. Her eyelids were half closed and her mouth made a small "O." She had undone two buttons of her blouse, exposing the tops of her firm breasts.

Della misread Moody's expression as one of simple lust. She smiled to herself as she danced - her body was back in charge and if he lusted after her, Della would ultimately get what she wanted, which was to come.

Moody's true expression was one of fierce cruelty and that was a lesson Della was about to learn.

 

[cgraven]

“Amuse me with your performance Miss McCullough” Moody sat back in his chair waited for the trapped young beauty to obey or suffer the consequence for disobedience. Moody watched as Della rose with some effort from her kneeling position where he had fed her from his finger tips as if she were a prized little pet. The girl stood there hesitating before slowly tentatively her hips began to move to the music only she could hear.

Della McCullough soft blue-grey eyes met Moody’s and the young beauty slowly became lost the dark swirling depths of his shifting amber and gold eyes. The more lost Della became in Moody’s mesmerizing gaze the more sensual, seductive and erotic her dance became. The way she rolled her hips, sensual way that the young auburn haired beauty’s delicate hands slid up the sensual curves of her torso to cup her breasts and tease her nipples pleased him. A wicked smile bowed his lips as Della’s eyelids fluttered close and her full moist lips made a small "O." Her delicate fingers undid two buttons of her blouse, exposing the tops of her firm breasts before slipping to the third.

Oh that sweet little innocent was so predictable. The little smile that bowed her lips, the sweet musky intoxicating scent of her growing arousal told Moody that Della now thought that she was in charge and that she could play his lust for her to get what her gorgeous young body now craved. He let the young auburn haired beauty enjoy her ill founded belief that she was now in control until she let her white satin blouse slip from her shoulders to flutter to the floor and her lacey little bra to be shed as well. Suddenly without warning Moody roughly grabbed Della drew her across his lap and imprisoned her hands in the small of her back. The young girl could feel him working her dark blue pencil skirt up over her firm little ass and then Moody pulling her panties down around her knees. CRACK his hand struck like lighten on Della’s bare little ass. The force of the blow made her firm young flesh jiggle and his hand print to glow crimson on that pale creamy ivory skin. Again and again his had came down on Della’s right, then left cheek of her ass. The tops of her thighs and her bare little pussy also felt the sharp stinging caress of his hand. This time there was no sensual or seductive caress of Della’s pussy just the harsh spanking.

“What will you deny me Miss McCullough?”

His dark sensual voice warped around the young girl’s senses and like misty fingers curled around her will, leaving no doubt in her young mind that she could deny him nothing.

“Why were you born Miss McCullough?”

Moody taunted the young coed. But before she could answer he let her slip from his lap to lay prostrate at his feet. Moody slowly rose from his seat to tower over the prostrate young beauty. Della could hear the soft metallic of his fly’s zipper. “On your knees girl! It is time you learned how to give pleasure not just receive it.”

For the first time in her young life Della McCullough was face to face with a man’s cock. “Kiss it Miss McCullough……… Take it into your warm sweet mouth……” Moody began to instruct the hapless trapped young beauty on how to please him with her deciduous mouth and little pink tongue

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

It was as if Della were in a dream, someone else's dream in which she had no will of her own. She did what this unknown dreamer wanted to her to do. She'd transitioned easily from a woman who was strong and biding her time to leave this place to the lusting, pathetic girl who tentatively stuck her tongue out and licked the head of Moody's cock. She chided herself once again for being such a weak-willed person. This lasted on a second longer as the salty taste of his pre-cum pushed all thoughts out of her head. Her cheeks still shown their rose-colored shame even as she did what he instructed her to do.

She leaned forward and put her lips very slowly around the head of his cock and kissed lightly. She tried again, this time her mouth drawing the smooth skin of his dick nearly half way in and slowly sucking him as her mouth slid back to the head. Each movement she took more of him in while dancing her tongue around the tip.

She drew his cock into her in the same way she drew in breath. In the same way the house had drawn her in - little by little - until she was consumed.

She savored the novel feel of a man's penis and learning what gave him pleasure. When he moaned or hissed, she knew he liked what she'd done and she would do it again and again. She looked up at him while she serviced him, her gray-blue eyes caught in his amber ones. She no longer saw Moody. As when he'd taken her in her bed, she saw Edwin's strong features shine through the mask that was Moody.

Sucking a man's cock took some getting used to and Edwin Graham was impatient. When her jaw became fatigued, he gripped the back of her head and began to fiercely fuck her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged for air, her face instantly turning red. She began seeking stars and still he fucked her mouth hard, his fists in a death grip in her hair. It was agony.

Yes, Della was in agony...and she was absolutely wet.

 

[cgraven]

Her cheeks still shown their rose-colored shame even as she did what he instructed her to do.
She leaned forward and put her lips very slowly around the head of his cock and kissed lightly. She tried again, this time her mouth drawing the smooth skin of his dick nearly half way in and slowly sucking him as her mouth slid back to the head. Each movement she took more of him in while dancing her tongue around the tip, her full moist lips “O” around the shaft of his cock.

What an adorable little cock sucker this winsome young auburn haired beauty was becoming as she followed his imperious instructions. Yes young Miss McCullough was bending to Moody’s will more and more she took him into the sweet warm cavern of her mouth. Inch by inch she managed to take him in to the sweet heaven of that chaste young mouth, his will was becoming her will. Yet Edwin / Moody was not satisfied with her will simply bending to his will. His fingers fisted in her hair when her jaw became fatigued and he forcefully fucked Della’s angelic face, when the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth, she gagged for air, her face instantly turning red, and still he fucked that angelic face until his groin was pressed to her little button nose.

“Breath through your nose Babydoll!” He kept his cock buried deep in Della’s throat enjoying the feel of her throats muscles rippling down the length of his cock, massaging it in the most delightfully erotic way.”That’s it Babydoll swallow!” Again he began to brutally fuck the hapless young beauty’s face as she desperately sucked him off. It was obvious that the young beauty was in agony, it was also obvious that she was aroused as she had never been before. She was wet with her need, and worst of all he knew it.

“So you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of your Miss McCullough.” He knew that she could not answer his with his cock down her throat. “What will you deny me Miss McCullough?” then he answered his own question. “Nothing Babydoll you will deny me nothing that I demand of you!” He pulled his cock from her mouth allowing the girl to answer him.

“Open wide Miss McCullough I am not done fucking that pretty little of face of yours yet.” Like a serpent, the serpent that had tempted Eve in the garden his cock bobbed and weaved before the hapless defiled young virgin as her Lord and Master waited for her to once more take his cock into her mouth.

After what must have seemed like an eternity Moody finally came in Della’s mouth and throat. The first jets of his cum gushed into her mouth and throat, the next splattered against her sweet little face as he pulled from her mouth, and then against her firm young breasts. He flipped her over drew her hips up and back and he then began to pound into Della’s need pussy.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

Disoriented, Della had lunged forward unsteadily with each hard thrust. He roughly pulled her hair back, causing to call out as pain mixed with pleasure. The angle of his attack made him enter her more deeply. The sounds of their skin slapping and her moisture against his invading cock filled the void.

Della's world had become so small, she was only aware of the cock drilling into her pussy, harder, faster, deeper than she could ever have imagined. She faced the street and though the curtains were drawn, a sliver of the street and the campus beyond was visible. She could see people below as she was getting her brains fucked hard. No one had any idea about her - who she was and what was happening in this desolate house. She couldn't see faces but she wondered if she knew anyone below. Was Marcy or Ben or her professors walking by, looking up and thinking of her even as she was being impaled and calling out for more? She had no idea why it should please her but it did. She didn't even realize she had a little smile on her face.

As her pussy greedily accepted his cock over and over again, Della turned back to look at Moody. Only it wasn't Moody she saw. She wasn't sure what she saw. She saw the intense Edwin Graham, yes, his face coated in sweat, and evil gleam in his eye, but his face gave way to another. Now, inexplicably, Ben's face appeared and as much as this startled Della, the thought of a new lover drove her lust higher. She groaned and pushed her ass and pussy on his big cock, loving his feel even more. Once more, though, his face shimmered another appeared. This time, Marcy, her first lover. Marcy, of course, couldn't have fucked her this way but caught in the spell of sex, Della didn't question, she simply accepted the pounding.

The amber eyes stayed the same, no matter which face became prominent. But Edwin came back soon enough and Della was undeniably hungry for him. In this one fuck, he'd allowed two others to fuck her - and she felt this in her bones. She'd be fucked by Ben and Marcy as surely as she'd been fucked by Moody. The thought drove her over the edge. She soared higher and higher and then detonated. This evil man - being - absorbed her and when she came, she came for him.

Time blurred and when she came slowly back to her senses, she found herself mumbling, "Thank you, Master Edwin, thank you" over and over again.

 

[cgraven]

Umm what a delicious little toy Miss McCullough was proving to be. Edwin Graham loved toying with her innocent young mind, he had been Moody when he came in her mouth and throat and then gushed his cum over her angelic face and firm young breasts. Then he appeared as her coworker Ben as he pounded into her tight little defiled pussy. His fingers entangled in the young auburn haired beauty’s hair as he pulled her head back forcing her to arch her back to him. Then it was her first lover Marcy that fucked her and laughed so wickedly.

Time blurred and when she came slowly back to her senses it was Edwin Graham’s face that always kept coming back to Della. It was Edwin Graham that fucked her so hard that bent her to his will and it was Edwin Graham that the young beauty thanked as she found herself mumbling, "Thank you, Master Edwin, thank you" over and over again. Della was answered by a firm swat on her ass as he simply stated “You are mine Miss McCullough now and forever Babydoll, to fuck and use that gorgeous young body of yours as I please”.

As he spoke the Illusion of Moody faded Edwin Graham. No it had to be a trick for the man had been dead for over a hundred years and yet there was no denying that this apparition had physically fucked her. Her tight greedy little pussy still ached for his cock, could still feel how he had filled her and how he had used her. The sights, the sounds of how he fucked her filled Della’s mind as spent and exhausted she slipped into a dark dreamless sleep.

She was awoken from that sleep by Edwin as he stood over her. “Kneel at your master’s feet Miss McCullough.” He commanded as he pointed to the floor. “You will assume the position of display young lady, hands at the nape of your neck, fingers interlaced, elbows out, your firm little buttocks resting on your heels, and your back arched.” The spectra of Edwin Graham waited for the stunning young Miss McCullough to obey. And so started Della’s third day as his captive.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

This morning, sunlight streamed in the windows Della had caught glimpses out of only yesterday...or was it the day before or mere moments ago. Her mind was hazy but Edwin and the blinding light demanded she come to her senses quickly.

Della thought only dully that he seemed fond of the morning sunlight on her body, as if each day, she was reborn in pious purity. The light caught the fiery red that normally lay hidden in her rich auburn hair. As she sat before him, the light kissed her skinned, chasing down the shadows between her buttocks, between her breasts, and down between her thighs. She was fully exposed by the light and under Edwin's unblinking stare.

Just as she was beginning to focus in the white light of the room, she was blindfolded with something satiny silky, perhaps panties, she wasn't sure. The sudden darkness coupled with her now awake mind created an acute sense of awareness. Her breath quickened. It seemed loud in her ears as did his very deliberate movement, slowly walking around her, flicking her hair, causing her to gasp.

She felt hands from behind her find her breasts, warm and kneading her skin, rolling the nipples. In the same moment that she sighed into the hands that cupped her breasts, she felt hands everywhere. Hands on hands on her stomach, her ass, her thighs. Hands pulling her thighs farther apart, pulling her hair back and fingers digging into her ass, fingering her clit, entering her pussy and rubbing her asshole. Panicked, she snatched the blindfold off and staggered back on her heels of her feet, desperate to get away from these people who somehow had gotten into her room.

But there was no one. Not even Edwin Graham. There was...absolutely no one. She slowly stood on unsteady legs, fear coursing through her. She hadn't imagined it. It was real. She was sure she'd felt several people touching her, caressing her, coaxing her, but as the moments passed by, she began to doubt her sanity.

She found herself staring up into the sunlight despite its terrible glare, trying to warm her now chilled skin, unable to shake her terror. She felt caught in some waking nightmare - tossed in a violent sea of excruciating need and awareness to mental breakdown and exhaustion. This fright had been terrifying and she once again was horrified by how wet she'd become.

Outside, the morning appeared to be like any other. The house on the hill had stood for decades in its regal darkness. The house was the embodiment of the old Fredrich Nietzche quote, "if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you." It gave most people such a sense of dread, they rarely looked closely at for long. As Della stood naked in her bedroom window, drowning herself in the light of the sun, seeing nothing as her mind struggled to maintain its sanity, the outside world went on as normal. No one noticed her there. No one except a figure in shadow who stood transfixed until Della finally turned away from the window.

Inside, when Della turned was immediately consumed with the stern gaze of Edwin Graham, who motioned her with a single finger to get down, back into position. More than anything, she did not want to kneel before him. She did not want to open herself back up to that...exposure, being used and by so many. She didn't want to be exposed to how it made her feel, wrong, dirty.

Dirty Della. The words floated in her mind. She wanted to deny it, she wasn't dirty, she wasn't. His amber eyes said otherwise as they burned into her. "It's your fault," she cried out in the deadly quiet of the house.

The outburst caused a shift in Edwin's eyes and until she saw it, she'd had no idea what fear was. They amber of his eyes were instantly consumed by blackness. Della froze in place. She no longer thought. She no longer breathed. Her eyes grew wide as he approached her.

 

[cgraven]

The night had been long and torrid Della had been taken several times by Edwin Graham in different guises and in the end it seemed like they had all used the poor young beauty at once demanding more and more of her. She had panicked it was all too much for her and yet as she calmed there was no one there and exhausted sleep finally claimed her.
Outside, the morning appeared to be like any other. The house on the hill had stood for decades in its regal darkness. Della stood naked in her bedroom window, the morning sunlight warming not only her ravishing young body but her tortured soul as well, seeing nothing as her mind struggled to maintain its sanity; the outside world went on as normal. No one noticed her there.

No one except a spectral figure in the deepest shadows who stood transfixed until Della finally turned away from the window. The hapless young beauty was met by the stern gaze of Edwin Graham, who motioned her with a single finger to fall to her knees and assume the position of display. It was a Position that Della knew well by now, a position he could see that she hated for the way it made her feel vulnerable, exposed and somehow feel wrong, dirty. He saw she felt a shame for enjoying what he had done to her what he had made her feel and the young teen beauty’s temper flared. "It's your fault," she cried out in the deadly quiet of the house.

The outburst caused a shift in Edwin's eyes and until she saw it, she'd had no idea what fear was. They amber of his eyes were instantly consumed by blackness. Della froze in place. She no longer thought. She no longer breathed. Her eyes grew wide as he approached her. He moved with the silence of the grave, the house itself seemed to shiver and the cries of all the young women who had suffered his attention over the last hundred years. Yet they were not the only voices that reached the frighten young beauty. The voices of all the men that had succumbed to lust had become the host for Graham were heard as well. “You are mine Miss McCullough…….” He closed the distance between them his body was as cold as the grave. “………You can deny me nothing!” His fingers ensnared her rich honey blonde hair, her forced her head back so her soulful eyes met the cold blackness of his stare and he forced the hapless young girl into a deeply passionate and savage kiss.

His tongue raped her mouth and he took his pleasure form that kiss. “You are mine to use, or to let others use if it pleases me.” As he spoke all the men that had lusted after youth and innocence and had fallen prey to the house on the hill began to take on a more physical presence. “Kneel at the feet of your Master and display Miss McCullough or please all these gentlemen!”