"Teenage sex slave" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER THREE

"Did you and Lorrie enjoy each other's company last night?" Mother asked.

"Yeah. Fun."

We had just finished breakfast and Lorrie had gone home. Mom liked to sit on the back patio and drink tea before getting into the day. And today was going to be a busy one for her. She was flying to New York to confer with some women's fashion magnates. I was to be left in the hands of Nat Blake. I couldn't believe it.

"Mom. I have something to tell you. It might shock you terribly. It might even hurt you. But I think you should know."

Cathryn smiled at me over her teacup. Her expression was like I'd been complimenting her new hairdo. "Well? I'm all ears."

"Nat Blake did something awful to me yesterday."

"Ohhh?" She poured her teacup full again and stirred in some sugar. She seemed about as interested as if I'd been talking about raising snakes.

"He took down my pants," I said, "right in his office. And he…" I felt my face becoming red.

He felt me up.

"My my," Cathryn tittered. "You always have had such a vivid imagination, Jerilyn. I recall the time you came home from sixth grade and told me how you'd been raped by the man who ran the candy store." She sipped her tea.

"I'm not lying this time."

"Dear, you seem to forget your sad history." My mother could curse me out without frowning. I never could understand how. "You've even seen a psychiatrist about this little quirk of yours… or don't you remember."

"I was just a kid then. This is real!"

"I'm a little surprised at you," she went on, ignoring my frustration, "because Nat thinks too much of you for you to speak of him so cheaply."

"Yeah, he thinks a lot of me all right," I gasped. "He wants to fuck me!"

"I won't, hear that kind of language, young lady!" Mother had stopped smiling. But she still wasn't frowning. I felt I was trying to climb uphill in butter.

"I'm sorry. But if you could only believe…"

"Nat Blake is a dear friend. I won't have his name dragged around like you're doing now. And though you aren't aware of it, both of us have been confiding with your teachers and principal. Nat is to have the utmost freedom in this situation. We all hope he can make you see the light somehow, Jerilyn. You're getting old enough to realize you must think of other people too… not just yourself."

It sounded like gibberish. Oh sure, I was a little headstrong. And I'd made up stories when I was younger. Maybe I still made up a few now and then. Nobody understood me. They all hated me. All at them except Lorrie anyway. And sometimes even Lorrie didn't believe inc. I pressed my lips tight and waited for Cathryn to finish. She rambled about this and that until she finally looked at her watch and stood up.

"Well, I've got to run… my cab should be getting here soon."

"Have a good flight," I said.

I felt putty numb. Nat Blake was going to pick me up in fifteen minutes to drive me out to his summer house. I still couldn't believe it. I received my mother's damp kiss on my forehead and watched her disappear.

The longer I sat there with my tea getting cold, the more I fidgeted. Why should I sit there and wait to be led into the lion's cage? Didn't I have a mind of my own? I humped up finally and ran to my room. I grabbed my bag out of the closet and scooped underwear and clothes from my drawers and threw it all in without bothering to be neat.

I'd go stay with Lorrie. If her folks would let me. It was sure worth a try. Maybe Nat wouldn't know where I was. I'd probably get in one hell of a lot of trouble when Mom came back. But at least I wouldn't have to associate with… Nat. Even the thought of him touching me again frightened me. I thought of Bobby too and got scared. Now that the light of morning had cleared my mind, I could separate the good from the evil a little better. Men were evil.

I found my sandals and strapped them on. I'd need a little something between my feet and the summer pavement to make my escape. I was wearing a pair of faded, cut-off jeans and a denim shirt tied in a knot under my tits to show them off a little too much maybe but I'd finally grown tired of trying to hide them. They sure weren't going to get smaller. I took a quick look in the mirror. I'd braided my brown hair and tied tiny yellow ribbons at the ends. With all my freckles, I looked exactly seventeen. Not a year more or less.

I felt elated that I was taking my life into my own hands. I ran down the hall and flung the front door open… then thumped against Nat Blake's chest.

"Ohhhh…"

He held me gently so I wouldn't fall. "Where do you think you're off to?"

"You were going to wait for me on the front steps, am I right?"

Something about the look, the strong sound of his voice, made me look down at my feet. I nodded slowly. He let go of my arms. He was wearing a pair of Levi's and a casual shirt. He looked younger dressed like that. But he was still Nat Blake. The man who'd taken awful liberties with me…

"I told my mother," I blurted. "I told her everything you did…"

"That's wonderful." He picked up my suitcase where I'd dropped it. "Is this everything you'll need?"

"I guess so." I followed him outside. He locked the house with the key my mother had given him. I wondered for a moment just how many times he'd let himself in with the very same key. So he could crawl between my mother's legs and… The thought made me a little sick.

We got in his car. It was a low slung Mercedes about the same color as my light blue shirt. The top was down and, as Nat drove the powerful car, I saw that a woman could be romanced by such stuff. Not me though. I was mad and scared. I was even thinking of jumping from the car if he stopped at a light. But Nat hit every one on the green and soon we were winding up out of town on the old cliff road where the fancy houses were.

Nat's villa was surrounded by woods and orchards. For a town the size of Rutherford, his place was something special. Everybody understood how Nat Blake was so successful. He was the kind of man who was born to be successful. Everything he touched turned to gold.

He parked the car and led me into the house. He wasn't really holding onto me. But his hand was right there. In case I started to run maybe. A hired man opened the front door for us. He looked at me nonchalantly. Maybe he got paid to act dumb.

"This is Miss Jerilyn Clinton. She'll be staying with us for a while." The man, I guess he was the butler, started upstairs with my bag. Nat went somewhere else. I looked around, shrugged and then followed the butler.

It was a spacious room with flowers on the dresser. I kept glancing at myself in the big oval mirror. I hadn't ever seen a mirror quite that big in a bedroom. I started back out when the butler did.

I followed him down to the stairwell, but then he turned and shook his head.

"Mr. Blake wants you to stay upstairs."

"I can't even go down for a drink of water?"

"There's a bathroom connecting your bedroom."

"Connecting my bedroom? With what other room…"

"Mr. Blake's room." He turned to descend the stain. I started after him. This time his look was one of bored suffering.

"If you insist on leaving this part of the house, I'll be forced to watch you." He stood there, waiting to see what I was going to do next.

I turned angrily and went back to my room.

Like he said, the bathroom connected my bedroom to another, even larger one. It was obviously a place where a man slept. There was heavy, mahogany furniture covered with leather. I tried to lock the door. No luck. I went and sat on the bed and felt as freaked out as I'd ever felt in my whole life.

Nat came in suddenly, closed the door behind him. He was carrying a bunch of silk scarves of various colon. I felt like I was in some kind of weird movie. I blinked and stood up. He stopped there and looked at me.

"You are growing older every day," he said.

I frowned. "Why are you locking the door?"

"It's better that way," Nat said, slipping the key into his pocket. He walked towards me.

"I could run through the bathroom and out your bedroom…"

"… locked." He smiled. "Today, Jerilyn, your new life begins. You'll have to grow used to my discipline. But if you don't fight it…"

"Tomorrow is Monday," I said, trying to control my voice. "Maybe you forgot. But on Monday I go to school."

"Arrangements have been made…"

"Arrangements?"

"You'll be tutored here."

"Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus Christ!" I sat down on the bed hard. Now I was really scared. "What's going on?"

"Because I've wanted this for a long time." Nat pulled the silk scarves through his fingers as he eyed my legs. "And I'm used to finally getting what I want. Undress! Now!"

I swallowed hard. "Undress…"

I stood up and undid the button of my jean shorts. If only I could think. If only I had time to figure out a plan. I slid my shorts down and let them puddle at my ankles. Nat smiled. My fingers shook as I undid the knot of my shirt and slipped it back over my shoulders. Think… think what to do! His eyes changed when the edges of the denim material hung for a moment on my nipples and then fell away. I wadded the shirt and held it in one hand as if I was about to drop it on the floor.

Then I flung it in his face… hard!

"You!" He lunged, but I was already heading for the bathroom.

I slammed the door and leaned my weight against it hard. He hit it from the other side with his shoulder. I knew this little game wouldn't last long. He hit it again. The door lurched half open but I managed to shove it closed again. Then I knew he'd be getting back to hit it another blow. I let the door go and looked around for something to hit him with.

The back of the toilet, bowl… that heavy, porcelain covet. I got it above my head and stood there to one side of the door, waiting for him to come crashing through. Nothing. I started to sob quietly. I was so scared I didn't know my own name. Then the door swung open. I held the heavy cover higher and gritted my teeth.

"Come out, Jerilyn." His voice was emotionless and flat. And it cut through me, sapping my resolve. I lowered the weapon I'd found. I felt defeated, lost. Nat stepped through the doorway then took the cover from me.

"Into my room!" He was standing very close. A silk scarf brushed my arm. "Obey me, Jerilyn."

I obeyed. When I was standing in the middle of his bedroom, Nat came over and smiled at me.

"You'll have to be punished for that little trick," he said. "That's going to be the style of your new life. Reward and punishment, depending on how you act. With you, I think it'll mostly be punishment." He looked at my feet.

I did what be wanted and stepped out of them. Nat led me behind a big leather chair. The back of it was even with my hips. He bent me over it and looped a silk scarf around each of my wrists. I couldn't see how he knotted them so fast. The silk felt smooth on my skin. I told myself I wasn't going to cry. And almost immediately I began to sob.

"Ahhh, how beautiful. A lovely nymph crying." He pulled another, longer scarf through the ones that bound my wrists together. He tied that to the two front legs of the chair. I was bent over the back of it, held firmly forward, my arms stretched out as far as they'd go. Then he knelt to bind my ankles to the back legs. I continued to cry. I knew that something was happening to my body, something I had no control over.

"I was surprised that first time in my office," Nat said. "I hadn't realized how receptive you were to stuff like this…"

"I'm not receptive to anything." I cried harder than ever. "You're crazy! You're really crazy! You should be in jail…"

My ankles were bound firmly now. I was stretched over the back of that chair like some animal being offered for sacrifice. At least my panties were still on. Nat rubbed a hand over the plump swells of my ass.

"I don't believe in whips," he said. "I'm an old-fashioned man at heart."

His hand went away. But when it came back again, it came back hard! The smack made my asscheeks glow with heat and I could feel the smarting shape of his hand on my flesh even when he'd taken it away again.

I whimpered and writhed against the chair back.

I jerked, every muscle in my body going rigid for a split second. The pain was sharp and keen, but it didn't last but a second. What followed was a spreading warmth that swept down over my cunt and across the insides of my thighs.

"Nooo… I'm sorry! Don't hit me any more!"

"What a lovely, lovely ass you have," Nat said. He was doing something with the elastic of my panties. I felt the taut band sliding down over my burning ass-cheeks. Then Nat kissed each, soft swell.

I shuddered. Hot juice spilled from my cunt. I was panting like a dog. Then Nat spanked me again, harder than any, of the other times. I gasped for air. As the pain went away, I was aware of Nat's lips again. He was licking the inflamed flesh of toy ass. The roughness of his tongue against my spanked ass was excruciating.

"Are you going to hit me again?" I whimpered. "I can't take any more!"

"No. That's enough. If you think you've learned your lesson."

"Oh I have… I have!"

"You won't try to escape again?"

I hesitated. Nat's hand left the reddened flesh of my ass. "NO! I won't ever try again!"

I kit exhausted. I was trying to keep my body still, but it felt so comforting to work my cunt-mound against the back of the chair. I couldn't explain it to myself I didn't care what Nat thought. He untied my feet tint and then my wrist. But when I stood up, he pulled my hands behind me and tied them again. That damned silk… it was woo soft and smooth. But it was as strong as a steel chain.

"What are you going to do now?"

Nat led me around to the front of the chair and pushed me down on my knees so that I faced it. Then he stood behind me. I could hear him undressing I looked up at the chair, empty now but… Yes, I could guess what was next.

Nat Blake was going to sit in that chair. That would make my head about even with his… cock… when he pulled me forward. I squirmed my ass around. My panties were around my thighs and they felt uncomfortable. Nat seemed to understand. I couldn't see him, but I felt him reaching between my thighs. There was the sound of a sharp knife blade cutting through nylon. I was naked.

"You won't be needing these any more," he said, caressing my belly.

He came around and stood next to me for a moment. I could hardly stand to took at him I was so frightened. He had the muscular body of an athlete. There wasn't, much fat on him at all. He had a hairy, broad chest and long, well-shaped legs. And his cock…

"Why are you closing your eyes, Jerilyn?"

"I'm afraid." I felt the sobs coming again.

"Good." Nat touched the back of my head. "You haven't been afraid enough times in your life. It'll be good for you."

I glimpsed at his cock again. It was very big. And I could see the tiny slit at the tip.

Nat moved his hips in the chair as if to get comfortable. Then he reached out and grabbed my braids. He pulled me forward gently, trying not to hurt me. My mouth hovered over that rigid, thick prick that jutted upwards from between his thighs.

"Ohhhhh God…"

"How old are you?" Nat breathed.

"You know how old I am," I whimpered, "I'm eighteen!"

"Oh, I know. But I wanted to hear you say it. Nice number – eighteen."

"I'm not going to do this!" I blurted. "I won't, I won't, I won't…"

Nat grabbed my face. I didn't know what he did, but my mouth was forced open. A little pressure behind my jawbone and just under my ears. It hurt a little too.

"Hunnnnnn…" I went limp for a second. Then he was casing my body forward, my head down. I felt the hot flesh of his cock touch my lip. I closed my eyes. My spit drooled out over the tip of his cock.

I tugged at my bonds. The muscles in my arms felt tight and tingly. Inside my mouth I felt his cock changing. But I was fighting to keep from closing my lips around him. Nat changed all that. He touched another nerve and with his hand under my chin, he forced my lips down around his meat.

"Mmmmmmm…" I gasped.

"I know a thousand ways to hurt you?" he said. His voice was without emotion. "I don't want to hurt you, Jerilyn. But I care." He made another noise, a growling noise in his throat as my tongue rubbed along the underside of his prick.

"We can stay here all day if you like," Nat went on. "But the sooner you learn what pleases me, the sooner you can have your reward."

I felt dizzy with that big cock filling my mouth. What kind of reward was Nat talking about? My knees were pressed deeply into the thick carpet. He pulled me forward again and for a second my throat was gouged by his cocktip. I bucked as the gags swept through my belly and back.

This time when he lifted my head, I began to suck gratefully at the hot shaft. Almost immediately, the foreskin began stretching back. The slick, bulging head inside was swelling with blood. In just a few seconds it was sliding out of its covering. I flattened my tongue and shoved it forward and back. I didn't want to think of what I was doing. It was making me faint just to think that a man's prick was between my lips.

"Yess… do that Jerilyn… faster now…!"

The muscles in Nat's arms corded. His belly heaved. I could see him squirming around on the leather chair as I pushed my tongue against the velvety surfaces of his cock. The little hollows underneath that flared tip seemed to drive him crazy… I was breathing noisily. Spit drooled from the corners of my mouth.

"Beautiful… beautiful… Jerilyn!"

Nat's head flopped to one side. His eyes were dazed-looking and half closed. In spite of all his muscles, he looked like a little boy that way. It was a new realization far me. That a man with all his power over women could also be made to feel helpless and weak and gasping. Nat was gasping, right now!

"Slower… Jerilyn! You learn fast… Uhhnnn!"

His hands held my hair firmly, keeping me from jerking back. I knew what he wanted me to do of course. Suck the white stuff out of his body! The thought of it revolted me. But it was like running down a hill too fast. You have to keep running or you'll fall on your face. I knew Nat wouldn't let me stop now.

"Mmmm…" I cooed, almost pushing his cockhead from between my lips. He pulled on my braids, forced my lips down over him again. He was acting real funny now. His thighs were as tight as cables. I could see the way his belly kept tightening. And inside my mouth the tip of his prick swelled like some powerful pulse controlled it.

"Jerilyn… ohhh, baby…"

I knew things were getting dangerously close to the moment when my mouth would be suddenly shot full of that awful white cream! I tried to imagine what it would taste like. I remembered the way it'd looked when Bobby's rubber had broken and his sap had spilled onto Lorrie's smooth belly. She'd acted like it was acid or something.

Did it smell? Did it taste bad or good? Did it make you sick? I gagged just thinking of how it might feel pouring out of that huge, hard cock. Again, I moved my head upwards. But Nat kept me suckling over him.

He was breathing so fast now that I knew it would happen any second. Then his hands relaxed. I knew if I was quick, I might jerk my mouth free before it's all filled with seed.

"No…!" he grunted, reaching out for me. I'd swayed backwards, but he caught my shoulders and pulled me back down.

"Don't make me do it, Nat!" I gasped, my chin glossy with spit. "I'll just die if I have to…"

I guess my mind, was working fast. When Nat forced my mouth down and over the head of his cock again, he was trying to grab my braids like before. He let go of my shoulders for an instant. That's all it took. I pulled my knees forward and rolled backwards. I fell onto my side and kicked away from his chair.

"Jerilyn… damn…!" He lunged off the chair, but by now I was on my knees, scooting, trying to get up. I guess I knew from the start that I couldn't get clear away. But at least I wouldn't be there when his prick exploded in my mouth!

When Nat grabbed me around the middle and threw me on his big bed, I didn't attempt to fight him. I was on my back, my hands still tied behind at the wrists. He forced my flailing legs apart. Then he lunged.

I saw him coming at me… saw the lower part of his body. His cock was wet from my spit and the exposed head was dark blue. A thin string of cum stretched all the way to the rug. He had already started coming!

"Nooo!"

My kick glanced off his shoulder and he laughed and dove between my thighs. I wriggled frantically, tossing my ass around on the mattress. Now I was beginning to wonder if I'd done the wise thing. I'd escaped having to get own in my mouth. But it looked like Nat was going to…

"Don't hurt me!" I suddenly broke into tears. "Oh Jesus Christ noooo!"

I felt a powerful jet of something against the fur of my cunt. Then that hot, spit-slick tip plunged between my outer lips and I felt Nat shooting his cock and… trying to find the soft place where he could break through. To feel that slick, hard pressure against my delicate cherry sent shivers through me.

It happened fast. Nat had me hanging at the edge of the bed, my legs up in the air and forced wide apart. I pawed frantically with both feet but I had nothing to push on, no way to resist him. My hands were still firmly bound behind me, shoved down under my body.

Then Nat's cock ripped through my cherry and I felt his meat raping my cunt. My cunt convulsed tightly as if it were trying to keep out the invader. The tightness around the head of his cock made Nat grunt with pleasure and then fuck into me again. He was coming. I felt some of his seed being forced back out around his prick by my inner spasms.

"You wild little cunt…" Nat kissed my neck as he fucked his hips forward and back. I sobbed and cursed at him. I knew what he'd said about that. That I'd be punished. But I couldn't restrain myself. It went against everything I'd always believed. Until that funny sensation flowed over my body.

I didn't know where it'd come from. It was like a warm coating of honey. And then I just seemed to melt. The rough way Nat was heating me seemed only to intensify the pleasure. I fought it at first. I tried to bite him or something. But I was weakening. The hard, forceful rub of his cock as it speared deeper into my pussy was something I'd never experienced. And the experience was unbelievable!

"Nhuuu… Noooo… ohhhh, God… what's happening to me?"

"You're getting fucked…"

"Oh no! Don't fuck me any more… Ohhhh don't!"

"Baby… Jerilyn… Jesus…!" He was flopping around, holding my body hard against him. My breasts were flattened a little and my nipples rubbed his chest hair. I could feel his belly against mine, feel his thighs sliding against mine.

So this was fucking! I never knew that fucking could be so… exciting.

"Ohhh… Ohuuu… Ohhhh shit…" I tugged harder, knowing that those silk ties weren't about to break. I knew that everything that was happening was wrong. I was being raped, I was tied up, I was being kept in a house against my will. And now I was actually moving my body against the hard fucking cock to make it better. I felt shame and ecstasy at the same time. I felt myself climbing, felt the tension building inside me as my cunt yearned for release.

"So… you wanted it that way." Nat pulled his cock slowly from my pussy. I felt that cock-head slip back along those steamy tissues deep inside my posy. My pussy tightened down, but he was already out. I opened my eyes. I couldn't stop my ass from rolling around on the mattress.

He stood there looking at me. I felt my cunt leaking with his slick cum. And then the hate and fear came back. This bastard! This pervert! I hated him. But why had he quit so soon? It was like two parts of me fighting each other now. I wanted to feel more of that indescribable, spearing pleasure. And I wanted to spit in Nat's face.

"Get up!" His voice was so sharp that I forced my feet onto the floor.

I sat there for a second, trying to get my breath, waiting till my dizziness passed. He jerked me up and turned me around so he could untie my hands.

"I should punish you harshly." He turned me back around and looked into my eyes.

I couldn't face that smile on his face. He seemed so handsomely sure of himself. So smug. But his voice! His presence. I could despise him one second and fall on my knees the next.

"You'll find clothes in your room. I'll send for you later." Nat guided me to the connecting bathroom. When my feet touched the cold tiles, I guess my mind came to life again.

I whirled as the door closed in my face. "But what about me! I might be pregnant!"

The door was closed. It was final. Nat obviously didn't care about that. I rubbed my wrists and leaned against the wash basin. I wept for a little while. But that only made me feel worse. Finally I pulled myself together and took a steamy shower.

If only my mother knew! Oh God, how dumb could she be? Was Nat that cool, that smooth? That he could bide his time all these years, waiting to get a chance at me? It seemed almost unbelievable. But I knew that he was right about so much. No one would ever question his reputation in Rutherford. And my history for telling the truth was pretty sad. I finally had to face it.

I dried myself off, taking it easy around my poor little cunt. It was raw and tender. I had been so close to coming.

There was nothing in any of the drawers in my bedroom. No panties… nothing. Then I opened the closet and found the clothes Nat had told me about. Three satin shifts. I had my choice of deep red, emerald green or royal blue. The red one was the longest, reaching to the middle of my thighs. It felt expensive sliding over my shoulders and down my breasts. But when I moved, the sheer material did other things to me besides remind me of Nat's money.

"Ohhh, I wish I had some panties… and a bra."

It was funny. I didn't even own a bra. But now I felt that silk rub against my nipples. It was too much to take with my cunt still throbbing. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the dress up. There was a tiny droplet of blood hanging on the brown fur that edged my cunt-lips. I took the towel and dabbed it away. Then gently I pried my cunt open for inspection.

I could see the torn edges of my cherry. For the first time in my life I looked into that soft, seepy tube that men fought over. I tried to imagine what it must feel like for them to push their cocks into a cunt. My pussy looked soft and only slick. It glistened with cunt-juice and the walls tightened even as I watched them. I dabbed again with the towel. The bleeding had stopped now.

I went to the big oval mirror and stood there, feet wide apart, hands on my hips. I didn't feel as gay as the dress made me look. But I had to admit that it did nice things to my body. It was tight over my breasts and the neckline was just low enough to show off my cleavage. The firm little bumps of my nipples poked out the silk. There was a little band just under my breasts that pulled the dress tighter. Then it flowed freely to my thighs. I whirled and watched it float up. My pert, curvy ass flashed into view for an instant before the hem of the crimson dress fell again. I undid my braids and brushed them out.

"Damn him! I won't play his little game! I won't, I won't!"

I went to the window and looked out. Through grating of course. I could see that it was like the bars of a prison. My prison.

Below me in the large back yard someone was working. My eyes fluttered as I recognized the long, dark hair, the muscled shoulders. He was bending over a flower bed that bordered a pond. It was Bobby Jackson, Lorrie's boyfriend. My heart seemed to reach, out for him. Rattlesnake tattoo and all.

My first instinct was to open the window and holler. Of course the window would not open. But it would be nothing to break the seal… even if I had to do it with the hairbrush. I picked it up and started for the window.

No. Nat had already arranged things so that everyone thought of me as a disturbed teenager. I was under his care. If I yelled to Bobby for help, Nat would explain it as another indication of my emotional imbalance. He was making me out to be kind of half crazy! So that anything I did could be used against me.

I put the brush back on the dresser. I'd have to think a little more cleverly to outwit a lawyer. I watched Bobby work. It was funny how I could see him as my savior now. But would that include sex if he rescued me?