Veronica X was right on course for Emerson’s plans. Of course, he could expect some rebellion; he’d been surprised that she hadn’t already put up a fuss, thus the day’s punishment was certainly something he knew would happen. He was actually glad that particular initiation was over since he planned to find more ways to cause her pain and bring out the eroticism inherent in such acts. He suspected that there was a deviant piece of this girl yet hiding amidst her innocent inexperience.
In the next few days, he incorporated several small punishments, reminders, he called them—clamped nipples, pussy spankings, several canings—all as she was being sexually stimulated in other less painful ways—lips kissed, breasts fondled, her horny snatch licked until she orgasmed. The mix of both experiences had the exact the effect he wanted. Her body found the pleasure easily and used the pain like a booster rocket to make the following climax take off in ways she had, so far, not known.
***
Sadie
You say she was actually begging to be de-virginized?
Daphne her eyes gleamed knowingly
Yes, she did.
Sadie head shaking
I find that so difficult to believe.
Daphne
I can see that. Most people would think that. Even I might now. But at the time… she hated sounding like a broken record. No, it’s not a fantasy at all that Veronica X demanded her virginity be stripped from her, almost exactly as Emerson planned.
Chapter Eight
Two weeks after Veronica’s more aggressive training began, Emerson had the movie camera set up in the cellar unbeknownst to the girl. In her blind world, her senses might have been heightened, but she still couldn’t make out what was responsible for the strange sounds she heard, as her captor fooled with something off to her right.
“What are you doing?” she finally asked him.
Emerson jerked a bit hearing her speak.
“How surprising you ask,” he answered, without sounding cross.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t know things when I have the hood or blindfold on.”
“It’s too bad it’s necessary.” When they gave her the use of her hands, he put a hood over her head that locked into her metal collar, making the device impossible to remove. He made sure that there was no chance of her seeing them.
“I suppose I’m a danger to you,” she ventured more.
“How’s that?”
“You worry that if I see you, I’ll be able to identify you to the police.”
“But that won’t happen,” he said, still fixing his equipment.
“Why, because you’re going to kill me when you’re done with me?”
He immediately stopped and stared at her, oddly stunned. Although it wasn’t a silly question.
“No. I would never kill you or anyone.”
“Not even to save yourself from prison?”
“Not even for that. If I can’t do this without that kind of violence then I shouldn’t be attempting it at all.”
“You have a peculiar sense of right and wrong.”
“I don’t think of myself as having any at all,” he said. “It is my aim, however, to win your compliance, so that even if you did see my face, it wouldn’t matter. Our time here will remain a secret.”
“If you expect me to do this willingly, you’re crazy. I can’t imagine consenting to this abuse.” She said it with some emotion that gave him pause.
Until that moment, Emerson had found the conversation somewhat pleasant. He thought of her bonding with him and the others, something he expected. This last comment so convincingly spoken forced him to think otherwise.
“Perhaps it’s time I gagged you again! Or maybe it’s punishment you want! If I were you, I’d slink into the corner and start thinking what you need to do to make me happy.”
Emerson took this unexpected exchange with the girl to be a good sign. Although she displayed some defiance, she had opened the conversation and showed surprisingly little anger over the profound nature of her incarceration. Her general reticence and lack of determined resistance indicated a woman with clearly submissive tendencies. The degree to which she’d accepted her incarceration seemed almost chilling, but then, he thought that Daphne might react the same way in the same circumstances.
The girl remained quiet after Emerson’s mild rebuke, while he continued setting up his filming equipment. Bo and Zack arrived shortly afterwards to set up a bed and mattress just outside Veronica’s cell. The heavy iron bed had been pulled from one of the unused bedrooms in another section of the house. Its old-fashioned head and footboards were designed with bars, making it perfect for the bondage games Emerson planned. The painted surfaces were now chipping flecks of white, and in some places where the metal was bare, the iron bars had begun to rust. Backed against the stone wall, with an ill-fitting white sheet haphazardly tucked over the sagging mattress, its look created an ambience of sleazy decay that pervaded the entire scene in a strangely alluring way.
With the bed in place, Zack moved into Veronica’s cell, pulled her to her feet and lifted her gently into his arms. He carried her to the bed and set her down, where Bo assisted him in tying her cuffed wrists to the headboard and her cuffed ankles to the footboard. They worked in tandem with a touch more gentle than one would figure for what would happen next. Of course, this too was according to plan. Seducing her mind and body into a state of arousal were always first steps before the rough stuff began. The technique had already proved successful in preparing her for the demands to follow.
As on several previous occasions, the three women began the scene. Naked, on Emerson’s orders, they climbed on the bed on either side of Veronica X and began to massage the captive’s body with the same thoughtful tenderness they’d used before. The girl shuddered as the tease awakened her dormant sex and within minutes, she began to squirm, fitfully at first, and then with less agitation, shaking off her need to struggle.
As her opposition fell away, it was replaced by an eroticism that turned anguish into the whimpering cries of want. With Kathy Ann’s fingers teasing her cunt and Daphne and Penelope running their tongues along her nipples and breasts, her body turned edgy. Her breathing became more labored and the lovely mound between her sweat-soaked thighs rose to greet Kathy Ann’s delicate fingers. She wanted to come.
Seeing her desires so evident, Bo moved between her stretched-out legs adding to the pleasuring with another subtle caress. She seemed to notice the change in energies right off, responding with quick jerking movements to the feel of a man’s fingers as they toyed with her inner and outer sex lips.
“Oh, please, please, yes…” she softly mewled. “Yessss.” Hardly anyone could hear her pleas at first, but the more determined the caress, the more her physical body moved toward its release. She swayed back and forth inside the loosely fitting bondage, breasts undulating, hips rolling, her legs, as much as they could, rubbing together with the frantic desire to get off. She wore the look of a soul seeking more, wanting more, and yet was frustrated by a perpetual tease that left her just short of the release she sought. Intermittently, Bo would toy her vaginal opening, even rarer, he slipped his fingers inside and her groin went taut. The girl’s gasping thanks followed in panting, breathy exclamations. But when his fingers withdrew, her face screwed up with distress and her heart bled unhappiness.
With her sensory awareness painfully heightened, she cried a sorrowful, “Oh! Please, no!” when she sensed Bo moving off the end of the bed.
“Veronica!” Emerson addressed her sharply.
“Please! You torture me! Please don’t tease me anymore!”
“Should I send them away?” he asked.
“No, no!” She looked as if she might cry.
“Then what is it?”
She couldn’t say, though it was clear that her lips were holding back what her body wanted most.
“What is it, girl? Tell me. You want the women making love to you?” He paused. “Or would you rather have a man?�
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“Oh, dear God!” Her breathless gasp was filled with yearning.
“If it’s cock you want, you’ll have to ask for it,” Emerson stated flatly.
He’d moved up on the bed himself and was kneeling at her shoulder, his hand stroking the side of her face and her red tangled hair. The emotion poured from him as desperately as hers reached out for the unidentified ‘more’.
She suddenly jerked hard and angrily. “Oh, no, please…” she babbled on, frantic now.
Her chest heaved and her breasts reached toward the ceiling, her back arched like a bow. Her tiny nipples were erect, sitting like peas on top, moving as if riding on an erratic ocean wave.
“What is it Veronica, luv?” he asked again.
“Oh, I want my hands,” she finally gave words to the desire.
“Hands?”
“To touch you back, to find you.”
Emerson nodded to Bo and Zack, who pulled loose the ropes that secured her wrist cuffs.
He moved off the bed, while Daphne, Kathy Ann and Penelope moved in and began their gentle massage, loving her again.
Veronica, less frenzied now, reached out as she hadn’t been able to before and touched their arms, their hips, their skin, searching tentatively for faces—Daphne’s and Kathy Ann’s. Penelope was poised to suck her snatch, with fingers parting the wispy pale red curls that glistened with female dew. She pried open the girl’s plump nether lips below and thrummed her tiny hardened bud.
Veronica X struggled to bring her captors closer, then, at last, drew Daphne to her lips. She smiled as her fingers lighted on one of Kathy Ann’s big breasts and tentatively gave the nipple a gentle pinch.
Her other hand fumbled absently for the warmth of flesh, no doubt seeing a feminine form with her inner eyes. But when her fingers found the warm bulge in Zack’s crotch, her lust jumped another degree higher. Her surprise was evident, but she didn’t shirk away. “Oh, God…” she softly purred. “Oh, please, if you’re going to do it, please do it now…” Her words were clear and sure.
“Please do what?” Emerson probed.
“This! This!” She grabbed hard for the burning muscle inside Zack’s pants.
“You want his cock?”
“Yes, I want his cock!”
“And where would he put that cock, pray tell?”
Her face screwed up again unhappily. “Please! You torture me.”
“You ask for it, you’ll have exactly what you want.” The more Emerson spoke, the more his voice became detached and cold.
“But if I can’t ask?”
“Then we walk away.”
“No, no!”
“Then speak.”
There was a long silence and the hands that nurtured her began to withdraw.
“If he could just…” she began, her voice cracking and tentative.
Zack was already stripping down and about to mount her between her legs. His tumescent cock jutted proudly from his nest of dark curls, while the rush of his feral energy produced a fragrant sexual odor that drifted into the air.
“If he could just what?” Emerson tried one more time.
But Zack had already moved into place, and was straddling her hips, bending over her body, the head of his erection grazing the sensitive skin about her inner thighs and the crest of her pubic mound.
Her hands reached out to pull him down, while her hips rose to meet his groin.
No going back now, the impalement was inevitable. And though she couldn’t say what she most desired in words, she reached out beseechingly and grabbed for his torso, communicating the only consent Zack required. He would have fucked her even if the invitation had been less convincing. But satisfied that he had her consent, Zack’s hips thrust and his cock broke through what was left of her virgin membrane.
She whimpered briefly, although it was a pointless cry. The pain was only minimal with two weeks of foreplay to prepare her. She had him securely in her arms, wanting him there. And to the avid thrusts that massaged her sex, she responded like a woman hungry for womanhood.
Zack finished his business with a few quick grunting jolts, then motioned to Kathy Ann, who went down on the girl’s pussy. Her mouth moved over the hot slick valley with her tongue, adoringly lapping the juices like a mongrel pup, until the captive girl was on the verge of climax once again.
After a few minutes, Bo pushed Kathy Ann aside and stuffed his raging hard-on where Zack’s had been. She took it rougher this time, as Bo’s big body lunged with little finesse. But finesse didn’t matter now. She was gathering steam for an eventual climax, getting used to sex inside her and not just on the fringes of her body. Her face recorded some surprise when Bo’s prick first invaded her snatch, but the brief moment of fear quickly disappeared with her body greedily answering his urgent thrusts.
She could barely breathe, and yet she held him close, with fingers digging into his back and scratching the skin raw. “Oh, dear God, fuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeee!” she wailed.
The shout was sweet, like a girl’s first plea, filled with surprise, relief and anxiousness. Would he stay long enough to bring her off? she would worry. So close. So close.
His groin rubbed against hers, making her clit jump with excitement. She met his every thrust, anxious, wanting, groveling into him, breathless, panting, a cawing sound issuing from her throat.
At the moment of Bo’s climax, he rose up on his arms, afraid of hurting her, and thrust for the last time, swallowing his own cry. Sex with an audience made him more reticent then he might ordinarily have been. Still gasping for breath, he climbed off her quickly, feeling spent. Veronica X was nearly in tears.
Emerson sat beside her, stroking her brow.
“You’ve had enough for now,” he said.
“No, not enough,” she was still remote and delirious.
But he pulled away, shooed the others from the cellar and after letting the girl pee, he retied her to the bed instead of taking her back to her cell. He extinguished the lights, which left the room pitch black, and left with her with a body desperately hungering for more. She wouldn’t sleep until he came to her again.
***
“So, you got all that on film?” Zack asked as the six reconvened on the porch.
“We won’t know until it’s developed. But I pretty sure we can get a good print.”
“Then you’ll have your insurance,” Bo said.
“Maybe.” Emerson paced from one end of the porch to the other.
Penelope looked at him worriedly. “There something you’re not saying,” she said.
“It didn’t play out exactly as I wanted.” He looked at Zack but said nothing more.
“She was salivating for it, Em,” Penelope said. “You heard her at the start. Trust me, you got her exactly where you want her. We just keep reeling her in. One step at a time, one nasty scene after the next. She’s a little whore; I think that’s perfectly obvious.”
“Yes, I suppose so. I have her this far…but we’ve only scratched the surface. My need has hardly played out.”
“What more do you want from her?” Penny asked.
His faced dimmed as he mulled the question. He already knew the answer. “I want to hurt her,” he finally stated flatly. “If I can’t use her to quell my sadistic cravings this will all be for nothing.”
“That’s what this is all about, your sadistic cravings?” Kathy Ann jumped in.
“Yes. Exactly. You doubted that?”
“It doesn’t surprise me, but you’ve never spelled it out that bluntly.”
“Don’t worry, luv, I’m not going to really hurt her, not beyond her limits. My plans are simply, to take her as far as I can stretch her lust. She’ll have some grueling challenges, but just like you, I expect those pheromones, hormones and wild endorphins to keep her matching me stride for stride, fuck for fuck, cum for cum.”
“I think the least the brat can do for all the good times she’s getting with us is put out,” Penny chimed in. An amused twinkle flicke
red in her dark eyes.
“She wants more,” Daphne said. She tossed a magazine she’d been thumbing through to the floor, then stood and moved to the door.
“What do you mean ‘more’,” Emerson stopped her.
She turned back, looking over her shoulder.
“She’s like me, Em. You know that. Probably why you picked her. She’ll throw herself into pain. Trust me on that.”
Finished speaking, Daphne continued moving into the house, disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.
***
The cellar was pitch black, and Emerson had to move by the feel of his hands. He felt his way down the familiar stairs, then plunged into the nothingness in front of him, knowing the bed was just a few feet ahead. He sighed relieved when his shin finally hit the mattress. But then he almost stumbled forward and his hand grazed the girl’s foot. He heard her tiny shriek.
“It’s me,” he said, attempting to quell the feeling of panic she emitted all around her.
Climbing on the bed, he straddled her body and felt for the blindfold, pushing it off. He still couldn’t see her eyes, but he could imagine them better when he could use his hands to feel her face. He leaned in, kissing her lips, pressing his tongue between her teeth. He pried open her mouth to French kiss her deeply, while his hands skirted her nakedness and were caught in the valley between her thighs. She was still sticky and wet. Her body reeked with perspiration. Except for a couple of quick sponge baths, she hadn’t bathed since being taken captive. And yet, her pungent scent lodged erotically in his body. He imagined the remnants of his friends clinging to her skin, inside her in the form of Zack and Bo who had just torn her virginity to shreds. He wondered at himself, as the author of this plan, why he hadn’t done the brilliant deed himself.
The answer was easy. He liked watching, the most basic of male aphrodisiacs—if it weren’t for this crazy scheme, he might be a sleazy peeping tom, peeking into neighborhood windows watching pretty girls undress. But more than that, he wanted from Veronica X something besides her nervous fears and those first wondering moments of sexual taking. He wanted more of a woman, less of a girl.
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