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  Date: 01-01-95  19:18
  From: Story Guy

     Kerry's Story (part 1)  

     ======================  

     By Sarah  

     Kerry was eager to earn some money.  The summer holidays were  
only just upon her, school having broken up a week ago, and she was  
due to go on holiday in a few days to stay with some schoolfriends in  
the country.   

     Her only problem was that she had not managed to save nearly  
enough money as she would like to take on holiday with her.  She had  
decided that the only thing to stop-she could do was to try all her  
neighbours and see if there were any odd jobs she could do for them.   
She thought that maybe there would be some washing up, or other  
housework that someone would be glad to get her to do for a pound or  
two, but she'd been trying all morning, and all she'd managed was to  
clean two pairs of shoes for the old lady next door, and only for  
fifty pence!   

     She was getting rather hungry, and it was a good half hour walk  
back home, so she thought she'd just try the next few houses along  
this road, and then go back home for some lunch.   

     The second door she knocked at was opened by a young man of  
about twenty five.  He smiled and asked what he could do for her.   
She explained that she was looking for some odd jobs to earn her  
holiday money, and he smiled again, looked her up and down, and said  
"I think I've got just the thing for you, come in".   

     She stepped through the door and he shut it behind her.  He eyed  
her up and down again and sighed "You really are a very pretty  
girl".   

     Which indeed she was, though only just ****teen years old, she  
was in that delicious stage where a girl is halfway between a girl  
and a woman, breasts young and firm, not yet large enough to merit a  
bra, yet large enough to cause many lustful glances in her direction,  
hips starting to fill out just a bit, with a nicely pert little  
bottom just asking to be caressed.  And she was dressed well to show  
off her figure today, in a tight tee-shirt, through which the young  
man could see a hint of her nipples, and a short, bright, summery  
skirt, which showed off her flawless legs from just above her knee.   

     "Well", said Kerry, blushing a little, and coyly twisting a  
strand of her long fair hair in her fingers, "what can I do for  
you?"   

     "If you only knew" thought the man to himself.  "Let's introduce  
ourselves, first", he said, "so we can get off to a friendly start.   
I'm Mike, now what's your name?"   

     "Kerry" she said, "and I'm willing to do any sort of odd jobs  
you may have, I'm so desperate to earn some spending money for my holiday"  

     "That's no problem, Kerry, I've got plenty for you to do around  
this house.  I live alone, you see, and not being very good at  
housework, the place tends to get in a bit of a mess."   

     In a short while he had sorted out some rags and polish, and  
Kerry found herself on her hands and knees on the floor of the back  
room, polishing the parquet.   

     in the corner, she had assumed it was his study, but that didn't  
seem to explain all the strange objects hanging on the wall.  Perhaps  
he was some sort of antique collector, for there were many items  
around that looked fairly ancient, such as the peculiar thing she  
could see on the wall in front of her, which consisted of a leather  
handle which sprouted several leather thongs at least three feet  
long, yet next to that was what appeared to be a brand new pair of  
handcuffs, definitely not antique.   

     While she was polishing away, turning these strange things over  
in her mind, she was totally unaware of Mike, who was standing in the  
doorway behind her, taking advantage of the fact that a short skirt  
on a young girl bent over on all fours tends to show more than she  
might realise, and was gazing lustfully at the backs of her thighs,  
which were visible almost up to her panties.   

     Kerry was in the centre of the room now, and was still a little  
puzzled about the contents of the room, including the metal ring  
fixed to the floor that she was now polishing around.   

     "Curious?"  asked Mike, making Kerry give a little jump, which  
shook her skirt up just a little, and gave him a tantalising glimpse  
of her white panties.   

     "Oh, you made me jump", she said, "yes, I was just wondering  
about this metal ring."   

     "Well, this is what you might call a games room", he said, "and  
if you like, I can show you a game"  

     Kerry was not quite sure what to make of all this, especially  
from Mike's mysterious tone of voice, but she thought it might turn  
out to be interesting.  "Ok", she said, "what sort of game?"   

     Her answer came quickly, as Mike suddenly threw himself towards  
her, pinning her shins to the ground with his knees, and clasping a  
pair of handcuffs around her wrists, making sure that the one around  
her right wrist also fastened her to the iron ring on the floor.   
Before she had time to scream out, he had also shoved one of the  
polishing rags in her mouth, and tied another over it to hold it in  
place.   

     He now produced two lengths of cord from his pocket, using one  
to tie Kerry's left ankle to an iron ring near her foot, and the  
other to tie her right ankle to another ring about two feet away.   

     He stood up and admired his handiwork while he regained his  
breath, for Kerry had been struggling somewhat while he was binding  
her down, indeed she still was writhing about, trying uselessly to  
escape, while making muffled shouts of anger.  But she was now  
undoubtedly held firmly in position on all fours.   

     Now Mike went over to the wall, where another, longer length of  
cord was threaded through a pulley up near the ceiling, then ran down  
the wall to a pulley near the floor.  He took the lower end of this  
cord and tied it to Kerry's left Knee, then repeated the procedure  
with a cord on the other side of the room.   

     He took the two loose ends of cord and stood behind Kerry.  He  
tested the strain on them.  From where he stood, if he pulled  
slightly on both cords, which ran up to the ceiling on either side of  
Kerry, down to the ground through the lower pulleys, then to the  
middle of the room where they were attached to her knees, he could  
make her legs part.   

     When he tried this, he found that her knees rubbed on the  
polished floor, and with a flash of inspiration, he tied a duster to  
each knee, to give improved slip.  He pushed her skirt up over her  
back, and returned to his position behind her and again took up the  
cords.   

     He pulled very slowly on the cords as Kerry's knees went further  
and further apart, until her groin was all but touching the floor.   
He then released the tension, and her knees sprang back towards each  
other, her bottom riding up again.   

     "This is a new way of polishing the floor", he chuckled, and  
started pulling and releasing the cords, slowly at first, then faster  
and faster, until Kerry's little bottom was going up, down, up, down,  
up, down.   

     Kerry was at first angry, then frightened while Mike was binding  
her up, and as he started pulling her knees further apart, she felt  
discomfort as the muscles on her inner thighs were stretched to a  
position she hadn't experienced in her ballet class.  Presently, as  
Mike continued pulling her legs apart, then letting then back again,  
she was amazed to discover a tingle of excitement running through  
her, almost overcoming the pain, and as he increased the pace, so her  
excitement increased.   

     Initially she wondered what it could mean, but then slow  
realisation came, as she remembered the 'games' she sometimes played  
with herself at night, since first her sexuality had begun stirring.   
The little ticklings she had given herself between the legs, gently  
at first, then more insistent, until finally frigging away at her  
clit with her eager fingers.   

     She was even beginning to feel a little damp between her legs  
now, when suddenly Mike stopped.   

     He had been quite enjoying the sight of Kerry's little white  
behind going up and down, but now he wanted to try the game without  
the panties blocking his view of her sweet little anus.   

     He went up behind Kerry, and slit her panties down each side  
with his pocket knife, gently unpeeling them from her, and then knelt  
worshipping her bottom to stop-for a minute.  He spread her cheeks  
and planted a kiss right on her puckered hole, then retreated to his- 
cord-pulling position.   

     He now continued pulling and releasing the cords, while kerry's  
naked ass went up and down, up and down, up and down.  He increased  
the pressure, and now her pubic mound was going bump, bump, bump  
against the floor.  For some reason that Kerry could not understand,  
this treatment was far more exciting than any she had been able to  
give herself at night in her bed.  She was rapidly working herself up  
to an orgasm.   

     Mike began to recognise her groans for what they were, not those  
of fear or hurt, but of enjoyment.  "Right", he thought, "if that's  
what you want, you little bitch..."   

     He dropped the cords again, and fetched an object from the shelf  
his fingers under her cunt.  It was quite damp now, and she was
moaning ecstatically.  He inserted the dildo as far as he could up  
her well lubricated vagina (a stifled scream of pain from Kerry)  
leaving about three inches showing.  He then returned to the  
cords...   

     Every time her knees were pulled from under her, Kerry's cunt  
was yanked towards the floor, but before it got there, the dildo did,  
and every time the 'S' to stop-dildo hit the floor, Kerry gave a  
muffled scream of pain and pleasure.   

     For another fifteen long minutes Mike continued pulling and  
releasing, pulling and releasing, pulling and releasing, while  
Kerry's bottom went up and down, up and down, up and down, while the  
dildo went knock, knock, knock against the floor, while Kerry moaned  
and groaned and lost all control of herself.   

     At the end of that time, Kerry was scarcely conscious, she had  
lost count of the number of orgasms she had experienced, and she had  
liberally lubricated the floor under her streaming vagina.  When Mike  
finally stopped, she collapsed (as well as she could in the bonds)  
onto the floor.   

     When she woke up, she found herself curled up on her side, on  
the floor, with only her hands still bound by the handcuffs.  Mike  
was standing above her.  "Well, my little angel", he said, "how do  
you feel?"   

     "A little tired", she murmured, faintly.   

     "And how did you enjoy your 'polishing'?"  he asked  

     "It ...  it was ...  oh ..", she stammered, a little confused,  
and tears appeared at the corner of her eyes.   

     "I have a feeling you rather enjoyed it, didn't you?"   

     "Well, yes, I suppose I did", she said, guiltily.   

     "Well, what if I were to tell your parents what you'd been up  
to?"   

     "Oh, no, please, don't do that, please don't, I'll do anything,  
but don't tell them, please", she pleaded.   

     "Well, as long as you're a good girl, and do as I tell you, I  
don't see why I should have to let them know what a naughty little  
girl you've been", he conceded, "now, what I suggest is that since  
you've done so well at your 'polishing', I'm going to pay you well  
today" he continued, taking out a ten pound note, and tucking it down  
the front of her tee-shirt, "and if you take my advice, you'll come  
back tomorrow to earn some more money - I've got plenty of other  
little chores around the house"  

     "Oh thankyou" she said, "perhaps ...  perhaps I should be going  
..  going home now?"   

     "Of course you can", he said, "you're too tired for any more  
work now, and perhaps your parents will be wondering where you are"  

     "Thank you", she said, then, looking down at her skirt rucked up  
about her panties...  What shall I do?... How shall I get home?  *  

     "Don't worry about that", Mike interrupted, "You've got your  
dress on, haven't you?  You can go home without your little white  
panties, can't you?"   

     "Oh, yes, I suppose I can" she agreed.  "Well, can I go then?"   
, she asked, tugging at her hands.   

     "Oh, the handcuffs", he said, looking at them, "hmm, OK, I think  
first, I'd better see if you've suffered any bruises or muscle  
strain, or anything, you know", and he grabbed her ankles, pulling  
and stretching her body tight from where her wrists were firmly held,  
and onto her back.  "If you feel any pain, let me know", he said, and  
then raised her legs up so that her body was now at forty five  
degrees.  "No pain yet?"  , she shook her head, "good", he said, and  
started to splay her legs apart, further and further, her downy mound  
opening in front of his eyes, her widening cunt staring him in the  
face, until she gave a little shriek.   

     "That hurts" she said  

     "This?"  he asked, widening her legs a little more.   

     "Yeees", she screamed, "Stop"  

     "You will not scream", he told her firmly, "you may tell me if  
it hurts, but you must not scream, now, does this still hurt?"  , and  
he pushed her legs so far apart that she was almost doing the  
splits.   

     "that h-h-hurts a l-lot", Kerry sobbed, trying hard not to  
scream, she was so afraid of what he might do.   

     "I'm sure it does", he murmured.  "What a lithe young body  
you've got, Kerry, it's so supple, isn't it?  I'm sure there are many  
positions we'll be able to fit you into over the next few days, that  
you never would have believed it!"  .  He then snapped her ankles  
back together (to a sigh of relief from Kerry) and pushed her legs  
back over her head, forcing her feet to touch the ground behind her  
head, and sat on her thighs, looking down at her bottom.  "any  
pain?"  , he asked.   

     "No, not really", she said  

     "How about this", he said, as he stuffed his index finger up her  
ass as far as he could push it.   

     Kerry gasped and winced and moaned "not really pain, I don't  
know how to describe it"  

     "What does this feel like, then", he said, putting his thumb up  
her vagina, and wriggling it and his index finger vigorously  

     "aaah aaaaah aaah aaahaa" she cried, "I ...  I feel like ...   
aaaaah, oh God, oh God, oh God, I ...  please, no oooh ...  waaaaah",  
and she climaxed, energetically, yet again.   

     Mike withdrew his thumb and forefinger, and stood up, allowing  
Kerry's legs to fall back over to the floor.  He then his hand up to  
her mouth, question, that's an order".  She hesitatingly opened her  
mouth, allowing both his thumb and finger in, and played her tongue  
over them.   

     "Taste good?"  he asked.  She nodded, watching him carefully.   
"ok, he said, now try this", and remove his hand and dropped his  
trousers to reveal a rampant penis, which he than stuffed into her  
mouth.  "Lick it well, little girl, it needs a good clean".  She  
obeyed readily, and quickly brought him to an orgasm.  She choked on  
his sperm as it gushed down the back of her throat.   

     He withdrew, and chuckled at her "don't like the taste, eh?  ,  
well it is an acquired one I suppose.  Ok, well I think that's about  
it for today, my little Kerry", he said, undoing the handcuffs, and  
lifting her up onto her feet.  She took a couple of steps, stumbling,  
then seemed to gain more strength.   

     "Now don't forget what I said, Kerry, I don't really want to  
have to come and speak to your parents, so I advise you to come back  
tomorrow and we'll see about some more work for you"  

     "OK then, Mike, I'll see you tomorrow" she said, moving towards  
the door.   

     "See you tomorrow, come at 11 o'clock" he said, then showed her  
out through the hall to the front door.  "take care now, I want you  
back in perfect shape tomorrow" he said.   

     "I will", she said, and walked off down the road, while Mike  
stood gazing

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