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Child's Play
by Demetrius (address withheld)

***

Two young brothers, a teen-aged babysitter and a movie. 
If you are scenting trouble ahead, you're correct. (mf-
teens, youths, reluc, 1st, mast, oral, bd)

***

The Endicott boys, Greg and Sebastian, (or Seba as he 
was more generally known), agreed that Sharon Martin 
was quite the prettiest of their several baby-sitters. 
She was, perhaps, the prettiest girl they had ever 
seen. Having just turned thirteen, Greg felt that it 
was not really necessary for him to be "sat", and he 
was quite sure that he was capable of looking after 
Seba who was only two years his junior. 

However, their father had made it quite clear that, 
until Gregory was sixteen, the law required that a 
"responsible adult" be in the house in a supervisory 
capacity whenever the parents were not there. In which 
case, if they had to have somebody, Sharon was the 
somebody that the boys, far and away, preferred to 
have. 

It could be argued that, as Sharon had only recently 
turned sixteen herself, she might not yet be viewed as 
a "responsible adult" by the law, but the boys were not 
going to argue the point. She was fun, not too strict 
and, most importantly, a fox. Greg was quite small for 
his age but his hormones had definitely kicked in even 
though his voice had not yet broken. 

The younger Seba, with his brother's encouragement, had 
just started to discover that girls could be exciting. 
Greg had shared his own sketchy knowledge of sex with 
Seba... all theory of course... and they had both tried 
playing with their willies, discovering the pleasures 
of self-stimulation. 

Greg had been thinking a lot about Sharon lately and 
always looked forward to her occasional evenings at 
their home. She was what his mother called 'the girl 
next door" type, except that, sadly, she didn't live 
next door. It was the way she laughed, flashing 
sparkling white teeth as she crinkled her blue eyes and 
tossed her curly, short blonde hair. Greg was also 
fascinated by her body. Not that the clothes she wore 
were ever revealing but there was no disguising the 
curviness of her shape. She was fashionably slim but 
with nicely shaped, small bumps under her blouse, a 
narrow waist, flat tummy and slender hips over long 
legs. 

One day, near the start of the summer holidays, his 
parents mentioned over dinner that they had received an 
invitation to attend a business convention that would 
mean their being away from Thursday night to Monday 
lunch-time. They started discussing who might look 
after the boys for such a long period. 

"What about Sharon?" Greg suggested quickly.

"Oh, Greg, she's too young for such a responsibility," 
his mother said.

"No she's not," he protested. "You always say that 
she's the most sensible young person you know. You 
leave us with her when you go out in the evenings so 
you must trust her. Besides, she's on holiday too, so 
she's bound to be available."

In the end, it was this last point that decided things. 
No one else could afford to take two days off work to 
cover the Friday and Monday, and it seemed silly to 
switch sitters part way through the weekend. 

Sharon was also sure to welcome the money that such a 
long sit would pay her. Greg heard his mother phoning 
Mrs. Martin, Sharon's mother, to sound her out. About 
an hour later, Sharon phoned back to say that she would 
be happy to do it. Terms were agreed and the date set 
for about ten days ahead. Knowing that they would have 
Sharon all to themselves for three days and four nights 
caused the boys considerable excitement. 

Greg found himself wondering if this extended stay 
might give him and Seba a chance to catch a glimpse of 
Sharon in her underwear or night things. The thought 
was enough to give him a real hard on and he hurried 
off to the bathroom to take care of it. That night, he 
shared his musings with Seba, his willing accomplice in 
all things, and they jerked off together talking wildly 
about their ultimate fantasy of seeing Sharon naked. 
Seba wondered aloud if they could somehow trick her 
into undressing and they evolved numerous complex and 
unlikely scenarios. In the end, they dismissed the 
idea. It wasn't going to happen.

A couple of days later, Greg was looking through the 
large collection of DVDs kept in the basement family 
room, looking for something to watch later that day. He 
was alone and used the opportunity to peek at some 
titles that were stored at one end of the top shelf... 
movies that were considered unsuitable for family 
viewing. It was a chance discovery in this section that 
led to the bare bones of a new fantasy that he 
discussed with Seba that night. They added a few 
refinements and thought that, as a plan, it could work 
but, secretly, Greg doubted if it would ever really be 
put into effect.

Finally, the day of the Endicott's departure dawned, 
hot and sunny, with the afternoon temperature in the 
seventies as Mr. Endicott went off to collect Sharon. 
They returned thirty minutes later with Mr. Endicott 
carrying Sharon's small case for her. Mrs. Endicott led 
Sharon upstairs to show her the guest bedroom where she 
would be sleeping, directly opposite the boys' bedroom. 

They toured the house, and Mrs. Endicott showed Sharon 
where things were... spare toilet rolls, soap, canned 
soups, fruit, etc. They ended up in the kitchen where 
she opened the freezer to show Sharon the frozen meals 
that she had prepared for the three of them ahead of 
time, together with the cooking instructions. Finally, 
she pointed out the list of emergency numbers pinned to 
the notice board.

"Well, I guess that's it," Mrs. Endicott said. "Do you 
have any questions?"

"No," smiled Sharon, "I think I have everything."

"Good," Mrs. Endicott nodded. "Time we were on our way 
then."

She and Mr. Endicott went out into the hall where the 
two boys waited.

"You be good, lads, do you hear!" their father 
cautioned them.

"We will," the boys chorused.

To their embarrassment, their mother kissed them on her 
way out of the door.

"Have a good time," called Sharon.

"Thank you. We'll see you about noon on Monday. Call if 
you need us for anything."

At last, the parents were off. The boys exchanged 
knowing grins. Let the fun begin.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening passed 
quickly. They played in the garden until it nearly six 
o'clock when hunger persuaded them that it was time to 
eat. Sharon sent them off to wash up and she set about 
preparing one of the frozen suppers that they had 
defrosted earlier. It took longer than she had expected 
and it was nearly 7:30 by the time that they sat down 
to eat.

Over dinner, they talked about music and movies and 
Sharon expressed interest in a music website that Greg 
had discovered. 

"What's your e-mail address?" Greg asked her. "I'll e-
mail you the link."

"Okay, thanks Greg," Sharon smiled. "It's..."

"Hang on," Greg said. "I'll grab a pen."

He went to the notice board area, picked up a pen and 
notepad and came back to the table.

"Okay, what's the e-mail?"

"It's 'blondegirl048 at hotmail dot com," she said and 
Greg quickly wrote it down.

"Great. I'll e-mail you the link later," he said.

After eating, they piled the dishes in the kitchen and 
went down in the rec room in the basement to watch 
television together. The two boys sat on the floor and 
Sharon stretched out on the couch. In spite of the 
heat, she was wearing blue jeans and a blue nylon 
blouse, where the boys had been wearing shorts and T's 
all day. She had, at least, kicked off her runners, so 
her feet were bare. Even, with her curves so well 
hidden, she was still great to look at and the boys 
both stole secretive glances at her when they could. 
Greg had control of the TV remote and flipped through 
the channels, looking for something to watch that they 
could all agree on but there didn't seem to be much on 
offer, being mostly repeats.

"Why don't we watch a movie?" he suggested, with a 
swift glance at Seba.

"Yeah!" said Sebastian.

Sharon glanced at her watch. Eight-thirty.

"Okay," she nodded, "but your mum said that you were to 
be in bed by ten o'clock at the latest. I suggest that 
you go upstairs, have your showers and get into your 
night things while I go up and clean up in the kitchen. 
Then, you can put on your robes and come back down 
here. After the movie, you can go straight to bed and I 
won't be in trouble with your parents on the very first 
day."

"Sure, Sharon," Seba said and the boys sped upstairs. 

As it was now getting dark outside, Sharon drew all the 
curtains, put on the lamps and went back up to the 
kitchen. She stacked the dirty plates in the 
dishwasher, scrubbed the cooking utensils and wiped 
down the counters. Finally she wiped the stove and 
cleaned the sink. She had just finished putting the 
utensils away when she heard the boys thunder back down 
the stairs and head for the basement. She wiped her 
hands on the towel and went down to join them. She 
stopped dead in the doorway. They were wearing only 
boxer shorts.

"Boys, where are your robes?" she demanded.

"It's much too hot to be wearing them tonight, Sharon," 
Greg said.

"Yes," Seba agreed. " We're quite warm enough like 
this."

"Maybe," Sharon answered, "but..."

She stopped. How did she explain to two innocent young 
boys that it was more a matter of modesty than warmth. 
But as they were not paying her the slightest 
attention, she preferred not to face the embarrassment 
of trying to explain why having two young boys sitting 
around in their underwear was not appropriate in the 
presence of their sixteen year-old female sitter. It 
clearly didn't seem to bother them and she was not 
quite sure why it bothered her... but it did.

The answer was quite simple really. Sharon had led a 
very protected and sheltered life. As an only child, 
she had been spoiled by her parents and it was very 
much to her credit that it did not seem to have ruined 
her. She attended a Catholic Private School where the 
nuns were delivering a good education that had dealt 
cursorily with the subject of sex, but with the usual 
Catholic slant of its being sinful if contemplated and 
a guarantee of eternal damnation if engaged in before 
marriage. So, like Greg and Seba, everything Sharon 
knew was theory only. However, unlike them, she had 
never really wondered overly about the practical 
application of what she had learned since she imagined 
that it would be a very long time before she needed to 
concern herself with it. Right now, the intricacies of 
French, and the necessity of keeping Sister Theresa 
happy, were of more immediate worry... something that 
she had mentioned to the boys during the afternoon when 
they were talking about school.

Now, suddenly, Sharon found herself alone with two 
precocious young males who were nearly naked and found 
herself torn between curiosity and Catholic guilt. In 
the end, she shrugged and decided that it would only 
create a "situation" if she insisted on them fetching 
their robes. The boys sat back on the floor and Sharon 
resumed her place on the couch.

"What shall we watch?" Seba asked.

"Do you like horror movies, Sharon?" Greg asked.

"Not much but if you want to watch one..." Sharon said

"No, it's okay," Greg grinned. "It's your first evening 
here so we should watch something that you'd like. Let 
me see what we have." 

He jumped to his feet and went over to the shelf on 
which dozens of titles were lined up, heading for the 
titles that he and Seba had never been allowed to 
watch. Greg had taken the time to check out the notes 
on the jackets and was now about to use this research 
to their advantage. He had discovered that his father 
had a couple of French titles at the very far end of 
the row, almost hidden from sight, but not quite. They 
were movies directed by the woman director, Catherine 
Breillat. He picked one off the shelf.

"Look, here's a film called 'Romance'," he said 
innocently.

"Oh," said Sharon. "It sounds okay but are you sure 
it's something that you want to watch?"

Greg had just read a quote on the front of the case 
that called it "possibly the sexiest film ever made." 
Perfect! Almost by accident, "the plan" had started to 
play out.

 "Well, if you think you might enjoy it, we'll give it 
a try," he said guilelessly. 

"Alright, then." Sharon smiled. "Thank you."

As though he had only just discovered the fact, Greg 
looked up from the DVD. 

"Oh, it says that it's in French, with subtitles. Hey, 
here's a chance for you to see how much French you can 
understand."

And without giving Sharon a chance to comment, he took 
the remote controls, switched the TV to Channel 3, 
turned on the DVD player, inserted the disk and pressed 
play.

The usual FBI warnings came up and the opening titles. 
When the movie started, there were no subtitles on the 
screen. The opening scene showed a very handsome man 
being made up for a photo shoot and there was music in 
the background. Sharon guessed, rightly, that there no 
dialogue at that point but, in the next scene, the 
voice of a man speaking rapid French was heard and 
still there were no subtitles. 

Well, how could there be? Gregory had carefully 
switched them off in the set-up menu the day before... 
and he still had the remote control held tightly in his 
hand. He knew that the film would be exciting because, 
on the back cover of the DVD, it was described as 
"wildly explicit" and it carried a "Restricted" rating 
. Moreover, this was the uncut theatrical version. He 
did not want to take a chance that anything in the 
subtitles might give Sharon a clue that this was 
unsuitable for them to watch before it became obvious.

Once the dialogue started, the French was spoken so 
rapidly and so colloquially that Sharon was able to 
make out only about one word in five. She looked over 
at the boys but they seemed unperturbed by absence of a 
translation and she decided to let the movie run on a 
little further. The guy and a very beautiful, slender 
young woman seemed to be discussing something and she 
was crying. Sharon wasn't making much sense of what was 
being said but she thought that maybe the couple on the 
screen were married. 

Then there was a long silent shot as they walked on a 
beach together. Back in the city, they argued again, 
then made it up and went home together. After brushing 
her teeth, the woman went into the bedroom and lay on 
the bed beside the man, who was already in bed, wearing 
a white T-shirt and lying under a duvet that was folded 
down to his waist. He was propped up on the pillows, 
watching television. The woman and the man started 
talking again and Sharon decided that it was really 
going to be a romance, especially when the man placed 
his arm around the girl's shoulder and she rested her 
head on his chest. 

Sharon settled back on the couch to enjoy the film. The 
woman said something, the man took off the T-shirt that 
he was wearing and she snuggled up to him again. 
Suddenly, the woman flipped back the duvet, pulled down 
the mans shorts, grabbed his penis and took it into her 
mouth. Neither Gregory or Seba had known what to expect 
but this, so early in the movie, was an unexpected 
bonus and both of them felt their dicks spring to 
attention immediately at their first ever sight of a 
woman giving a blow-job. They had heard about them, of 
course, from some of the senior boys at school but 
never expected to see one in a movie... especially not 
one owned by their parents.

Sharon watched the television screen in stunned silence 
for a moment, not quite believing what she was seeing. 
Then she sat bolt upright and yelled.

"Gregory, turn that off right now!!"

"No way," Greg chortled. "This is cool."

As Sharon turned from the screen to look at Gregory, 
she saw that both the boys had tents in their boxers 
and she could even see a part of Seba's penis through 
his gaping fly. His eyes were glued to the action. 
Sharon was horrified. She jumped to her feet and stood 
glowering down at Greg who looked back up at her with a 
broad grin on his face. 

"Give me that," she demanded, pointing at the remote.

He did not answer her so she bent down to grab the 
control out of his hand. Gregory had been expecting 
something like this and had carefully arranged his dick 
against the edge of his fly. Seba, knowing what might 
happen, if they got lucky, turned away from the screen 
to watch. As Sarah bent to retrieve the remote, Gregory 
had only to wiggle his butt a little and his rigid dick 
popped out of his fly into plain view just as Sarah 
made her grab. Gregory whipped the remote aside and 
Sharon's outstretched hand brushed his dick, bending it 
sideways before it sprang back upright again.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry," Sharon groaned.

"Did you see that, Seba?" Gregory gasped. "She tried to 
grab my dick."

"I didn't!!" Sharon cried. "I was trying to get the 
remote."

"No you weren't," Seba said. "I saw you. You went 
straight for his willie."

Sharon collapsed back on the sofa.

"You know that's not true," she said, "and cover 
yourself up, Gregory. It's disgusting."

"Then why are you staring at it still," Gregory asked.

"I'm not," she protested weakly.

But she was. She didn't mean to but she'd never seen a 
real one...well, except on a baby, but never a real 
live one on someone who was almost an adult and 
especially not one fully erect. She looked back at the 
screen. The woman was now stark naked... full frontal 
nudity. She didn't know what to do.

"Wait till I tell mother," Gregory said quietly.

Sharon looked up in alarm and her heart started to 
pound.

"What do you mean, 'tell your mother'? Tell your mother 
what?"

"That you invited us to watch a restricted movie with 
you in which a girl gives a man a blow-job and that you 
then made us let you do it to Seba and I."

Sharon felt as though someone had punched her in the 
stomach.

"WHAT?!! You wouldn't! I mean... I haven't. You picked 
the film, not me."

"But Seba and I will swear that it was you who chose 
it... to practice your French. We don't speak French so 
why would we pick a French film? 

 "Anyway, with both of us crying, and promising on our 
word of honour that you got turned on by the movie and 
tried to play with our willies, who do you think Mother 
will believe? Her sweet, innocent boys or a sixteen 
year-old 'woman'?"

Sharon's mind raced and she knew that it was true. She 
thought about telling Mr. And Mrs. Endicott that they 
had never watched any such film but quickly dismissed 
the idea. The boys were going to be able to describe 
the storyline in some detail... not the words... just 
the pictures but it was the pictures that would condemn 
her. Damn it, they were still playing in the background 
and now the woman was having sex on a staircase. Greg 
and Seba were watching the screen again and, in horror, 
she saw Seba pull off his boxers and start to play with 
himself.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!!" she screamed but Seba 
ignored her.

"Why are you doing this?" she pleaded, tears starting 
to well up in her eyes. "I thought you liked me and 
that we were friends?"

"But we DO like you, Sharon. That's the whole point. We 
both think that you are the prettiest girl we know."

"So, why? What is it you want?"

Gregory put the movie on pause. The screen was filled 
with a still frame of the woman who was now 
masturbating in vivid close-up.

"We want you to do everything that the woman does in 
this movie."

Sharon though that she was going to faint.

"You want what?!!" she screamed. "Gregory, you have to 
be joking. There is no way that I am going to do 
anything like..."

She pointed at the frozen picture,

"...like that. No way!"

"In that case, I'm going to take Seba next door and 
have Mrs. Langham phone Mother and the police to let 
them know that you attacked us... sexually."

With that, he stood up, pulled of his boxers and told 
Seba to get up.

"Come on, Seba."

Now completely nude, they headed towards the stairs. 
Seba even managed to sound as if he was crying. Sharon 
went into complete melt-down.

"No... wait!!" she yelled. "Please... come back."

They turned to face her and she found that her eyes 
were again drawn to their groins where their penises 
were still fully erect. She even found herself noting 
that only Gregory was circumcised and that he had a 
fairly full sack hanging below his erection.

"Can't we talk about this," she pleaded. "You know I 
can't do this."

"Then there's nothing to talk about," Gregory replied. 
"Either you do everything we ask or we go next door."

"I just can't" Sharon whimpered.

"Fine," Gregory said.

Once again, they headed for the stairs.

"Okay... you win," Sharon screamed. "You win," she said 
again, sobbing.

Grinning all over their faces, the boys came back into 
the room. This had gone far better than they could ever 
have anticipated.

"Please don't cry, Sharon," Seba said. "We really do 
like you."

"Well, I really don't like you," Sharon sniffed, wiping 
her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Never mind that," said Gregory. "You are going to do 
what we tell you, aren't you?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good," he nodded. "Let's get started."

He hit the back-up button and the film flickered 
backwards to the bedroom scene where the woman took the 
man's penis in her mouth. He hit the slow-motion button 
which had the effect of making the action even more 
graphic. Sharon watched in dread. Did they really 
expect her to do that... to both of them? Greg froze 
the picture at the end of the scene.

"Seba can be first," he said.

Seba pulled a couple of cushions off the couch. He 
placed them side by side on the floor, lay down with 
his head on one and spread his legs. His little willie, 
with its foreskin now seeping a little at the tip, 
stood upright. Sharon made one last attempt to reason 
with them.

"Greg, you can't ask me to do this. Seba's only eleven. 
It's so not right."

Greg looked at his younger brother.

"Do you want her to do this to you, Seba?"

"Oh, yes!" Seba said.

Greg looked back at Sharon.

"There you are. So lie down beside him and do it... 
just like her."

He froze the on-screen action once more.

"Do you want me to play it again so you can see what to 
do?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I don't want to see it again."

Feeling sick inside, Sharon knelt on the floor and then 
stretched out on her stomach with her head level with 
Seba's waist. She looked at his face and saw that the 
smile had been replaced by a look of fixed 
concentration as he waited for her to begin. 

She turned back to look at his small, rigid dick. Seba 
gave a huge sigh as, slowly, she reached out and 
wrapped her fingers around it. It felt hot to her touch 
and she almost recoiled from it. She may never have 
come face to face with the real thing before but she 
was not entirely ignorant. She knew what boys liked and 
had seen Seba playing with himself earlier. 
Experimentally, she slid her hand up and down his slim 
shaft and he shuddered with pleasure. She tried again 
and this time, his foreskin slid back a little to 
reveal the glistening head. For a moment, she thought 
that she might be able to get away with just rubbing 
him but Greg soon put paid to that possibility.

"Okay, Sharon," he demanded. "Now go ahead and suck 
it."

She looked at him and saw nothing but lust in his eyes. 
With no other option open to her, Sharon inched forward 
on her stomach, leaned over Seba's groin and opened her 
mouth. Lowering her head, she took the tip of his dick 
into her mouth and closed her lips on it as she had 
seen the woman do in the movie. She sucked and Seba 
murmured with pleasure. Still sucking, she slid him all 
the way into her mouth and then back out. She felt him 
tense. She slid back down and immediately felt hot, 
sticky fluid splash into her throat. She pulled off him 
at once, swallowing hard.

For Seba, the whole experience of having a girl suck on 
him was so overwhelmingly exciting that it was all over 
in moments and he lay there, grinning happily. It had 
been far better than doing it for himself. His prick 
started to wilt almost at once and then it just lay 
there, a small, floppy tube of whitish-pink flesh. 
Sharon looked up at Greg who had watched the whole 
thing. He was nodding approval. 

"Okay, Seba, budge over," he called. "It's my turn."

Seba shuffled out of the way and Greg lay down in his 
place. Sharon prayed that he would be just as sensitive 
and that, having had their jollies, this nightmare 
would soon be over. She leaned over and took Greg's 
erection in her hand. He relaxed against the pillow and 
allowed her to work him for a while before telling her 
to get on with it. Once again, Sharon forced herself to 
take a boys penis into her mouth. This time, Greg put 
his hand on the back of her head so that she could not 
slip off him and, by pushing and pulling her hair, soon 
had her sliding up and down his shaft.

"That's good, Sharon. Keep sucking. Now lick my balls. 
Oh, yes, that's great. Now put it in your mouth 
again... all of it. Ahhh... that's it. Keep sucking... 
faster now... go on...faster...faster.. that's it... oh 
god, I'm coming... ayee!! 

This time, it was not just a few spurts that hit the 
back of Sharon's throat but the full load of pent-up 
jism that Greg had been building up for days. He jerked 
up and down, spewing hot sperm into Sharon's mouth so 
forcefully that she began heaving and choking, her head 
clamped in place over his cock. He let her up and she 
coughed and spluttered, red in the face, gulping in air 
and her chest heaving. 

There was a long pause while all three of them regained 
their breath. Finally, Sharon got to her feet. She saw 
the DVD cover lying on top of the television and picked 
it up. "Wildly Explicit" said the cover note. She saw 
the "Restricted" warning in red and tossed the case 
aside. Turning to face Greg, she tried to sound 
resolute.

"Okay, Greg, you've had your fun, both of you, but it's 
over. I won't tell your mother that you made me do this 
but that's it. No more."

Immediately, Greg jumped up.

"You're wrong, Sharon. We're only just beginning. I 
told you that we want you to do everything in the 
film."

"Well, I'm not going to and that's final. I can't 
believe that I let you trick me into going this far but 
it stops now. Do you hear me?"

"What about when we tell mother?"

"I wasn't thinking earlier. I'll tell her the truth. 
That you took the film from the shelf, knowing very 
well what it was and that you told me that it was a 
romance. That was why we were watching it together. 
There's a good chance that she will believe me and not 
you. It's a chance I'll just have to take."

"And when I tell her that you sucked us off against our 
will?"

"It'll be your word against mine."

"You mean that you'll deny it?"

Greg sounded worried and Sharon was encouraged.

"It'll be no more wicked than what you have done to me 
so... yes, I'll deny it. "

Greg grinned.

"Then I guess I'll just have to show her the film," he 
said quietly.

The blood drained from Sharon's face.

"The film?" she said. puzzled. "How will showing her 
the film help?"

"No, not that film," Greg smiled. "Our film. Why do you 
think Seba placed the cushions right here under the 
overhead lights? The web-cam has been on all this time, 
recording you."

Sharon whipped round to look at the nearby desk on 
which the boy's computer sat and, sure enough, the LED 
light indicated that the camera was live and the lens 
appeared to be focussed on the spot where the boys had 
been lying when they had forced her to perform such a 
repulsive act.

"Seba has already recorded a soundtrack for it, haven't 
you Seba?"

"Yes," Seba nodded.

"Tell her what you recorded," Greg told him.

Seba screwed up his face and began to whimper.

"No, Sharon, please don't. Please stop... please 
Sharon. Stop! Oh, oh, oh!!"

He stopped whimpering and grinned. 

Sharon felt sick. There was not the slightest doubt in 
her mind that if a soundtrack like that was added to 
pictures of her sucking Seba's penis, the result would 
be catastrophic for her. No one would believe that she 
wasn't taking advantage of him rather than the other 
way round. She launched herself at the computer but she 
wasn't fast enough. Greg was one step ahead of her. He 
charged her and pushed her away from the desk. 

If it had come to a fair fight, Sharon and Greg would 
have been fairly evenly matched. Although small and 
younger, Greg was very athletic and quite strong for 
his age. But this wasn't a fair fight and Seba was able 
to help turn the tide in their favour. Together, they 
pushed Sharon down onto the sofa and Greg held her 
there by pinioning her arms above her head in a grip 
that she could not break.

"Okay, Seba, I've got her. Quickly now. Copy those 
files to a DVD and take the disk out of the machine."

Seba scooted over to the computer and quickly dropped 
the files. He removed the disk and ran off up the 
stairs. In moments he was back. 

"I've hidden it, Greg," he said, a little out of 
breath.

Greg released Sharon and she sat, seething and with 
tears in her eyes.

"So, now we have proof that you took advantage of us 
sexually and that Seba was begging you to stop."

"You little rat," Sharon hissed. "I'll..."

But she had no idea what she could do.

"You'll do whatever we ask, that's what," Seba said 
boldly.

Sharon just hung her head.

"What are you planning to do?" she asked.

Greg picked up the remote and ran the film forward from 
the blow job scene. He paused it again at the end of a 
scene where the woman got out of bed naked and slowly 
got dressed. Then he played the scene backwards at 
half-speed.

"This is where we get to see you undress for us," Greg 
said.

"Yes," said Seba, "we want you to take off all your 
clothes."

Sharon was about to argue but they had already proved 
that this was a well prepared plan. They held all the 
cards and were obviously quite prepared to play them. 
She could see from the eager looks on their faces that 
they would not be satisfied until she had met their 
demands. For a modest young woman who had never let 
even her mother see her undressed from the time she was 
nine years old, the thought of stripping completely for 
two lust-filled boys was unbearable. She felt shame 
redden her cheeks and she was close to having hysterics 
but, somehow, she got her panic under control.

She stood up and moved to the end of the sofa.

"No, Sharon," Greg ordered. "Come over here under the 
lights."

"You're not going to film this too, are you?" she 
gasped.

"Of course we are."

"But why? You have the other tape. I've agreed to do 
what you want. Why do you want to film me undressing?"

"Use your head, Sharon," Greg grinned. "For one thing, 
we want to be able to watch it again whenever we 
choose. For another, if you decide at any time not to 
do what we ask, we will post it on the Internet with 
your name, address and telephone number."

Sharon groaned and felt hot tears rolling down her 
cheeks. If she did what they wanted, they had another 
hold over her. If she didn't, they would use the one 
they already had to ruin her future anyway. How could 
her life have been turned so totally upside down in the 
space of less than an hour? 

As if in a daze, she moved to the spot that Greg had 
chosen. The boys took the cushions and sat together on 
the floor in front of the desk. This meant that, as she 
faced them, she was in full view of the camera and the 
LED light was on again.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked forlornly.

"Take off your blouse first," Greg said.

Sharon tried to blank her mind to what she was about to 
do. Her fingers moved to the top button and undid it. 
Looking at the boys, she saw Seba's prick twitch. She 
moved to the second button. When the third button was 
undone, the shadowy line of her cleavage began to show 
and, with the fourth button, her bra cups were now 
clearly visible... sensible white nylon. Now Greg's 
dick began to stiffen as well. She undid the last two 
buttons and then the sleeves. As she eased the blouse 
off her shoulders, she began to tremble. Seeing the 
effect that just taking off her blouse was having on 
these two monsters, what else did they have in store 
for her? What on earth else was there in that damned 
film?

Finally, the blouse was off and she tossed it onto the 
couch. She stood still as the boys gazed happily at the 
sight of her young breasts heaving within the 
restraining brassiere.

"Make her take her bra off next, Greg." Seba said 
eagerly. "I want to see her tits."

"So do I, Seba. So do I," Greg smiled. "Okay, Sharon, 
take it off."

Sharon felt the pink flush on her cheeks spread across 
her chest as she reached behind her to undo the bra's 
clasp. It wasn't easy but she finally managed it. She 
let the shoulder straps slide down her arms and then, 
when she could delay no longer, pulled the bra off and 
flipped it to join her blouse. As she did so, her 
breasts sprang free and she immediately covered herself 
with her hands.

"Put your hands down, Sharon," Greg said sharply. 

She hesitated for just a moment and then let her hands 
fall to her sides. The boys just stared at the most 
exciting sight they had ever seen. Sharon's breasts 
were small white mounds with little pink rosebud tips, 
firm and inviting.

"Oh, gosh," Seba said excitedly. "She's even prettier 
than that girl in the film."

"She certainly is, Seba... and she's real too."

Sharon found her eyes straying again to the boys' 
groins and saw that both them had fully recovered their 
erections.

"Lovely, Sharon," Greg said. "Please take off your 
jeans now."

Hoping that the ground would open and swallow her, 
Sharon undid the top button. The ground stayed solidly 
under her feet and didn't move as she undid the zip on 
her fly. She slid the jeans down over her knees and off 
of her feet, feeling her unsupported breasts swing 
forward as she bent over, then firm up again as she 
straightened back up. Now she wore only thin cotton 
panties and she was aware that the flimsy material was 
clinging to her like a second skin. This fact did not 
go unnoticed by her mesmerised audience.

"Look, Greg." Seba said, pointing at her crotch. Is 
that her...?"

"Yes, Seba, it is" Greg assured him. "Do you want to 
see it properly?"

"You bet!" Seba responded promptly.

"Okay, Sharon, take of your panties," Greg ordered.

In her mind, Sharon began reciting the Rosary, hoping 
for divine intervention but none came. This had to be 
the ultimate humiliation, she thought, as her hands 
went to the waistband. She slid her panties down, 
stepped out of them and stood there, totally revealed 
to their lewd gaze. 

She saw that both boys now had their hands on their 
dicks and were happily rubbing themselves as they gazed 
at their first real live pussy. They saw a small patch 
of blonde fuzz above the straight lines of her outer 
labial lips.

"Turn round. We want to see your bum too," Seba said.

Without a word, she turned her back to them and heard 
their hands busily working their pricks as the two 
rounded hemispheres of her ass came into view. There 
was a pause while they admired the view before Greg 
ordered her to turn back to look at them.

"You really are pretty, Sharon," he gasped, jerking his 
hand up and down frantically on his shaft.

"Yes, you really are," said Seba, and promptly came 
again all over his leg.

A moment later a horrified but fascinated Sharon 
watched as Greg had his second orgasm of the evening 
and shot sperm all over the carpet.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "That's what you made me 
swallow?!!"

She thought she was going to throw up. She forced 
herself to take some deep breaths and slowly the heaves 
quietened down. She saw that both boys were now going 
limp again.

"Can I get dressed now," she asked.

"Of course you can't," Greg snapped. "It's early yet."

"You can't want to do anything else surely," Sharon 
pleaded.

"Why not? We're only a little way into the movie. 
There's plenty more to see and do."

He hit the menu and looked through the chapter 
thumbnails.

"This one is the one I thought we could try next."

He hit the play button and the movie started at the 
scene where the woman was lying on a bed masturbating. 
The scene ended with her orgasm.

"Yes, this is the scene," he grinned. "We want you to 
do this for us."

If Sharon thought she had become totally numbed by what 
had happened and that nothing else could affect her, 
she was wrong. This sent a shiver of fear through her. 
Playing with herself was a mortal sin. The Sisters had 
stressed that emphatically and she had never done it 
because she had no wish to imperil her immortal soul, 
let alone suffer the embarrassment and terror of 
telling Father Joseph about it in confession.

"Please don't make me do this," she begged. "It's a sin 
and I'll go to hell."

"You'll be all over the Internet if you don't," Greg 
told her. "Come on, lie down here on the floor." 

He pointed to the area under the lights and threw one 
of the pillows down for her to place her head on. Once 
more, Sharon contemplated refusing but the boys now had 
more damaging footage of her and she was deeper in 
their power than ever. She lay down where Greg had told 
her.

"Don't start until I tell you," Greg said and then 
whispered something into Seba's ear. Quick as a flash, 
Seba gathered up Sharon's discarded clothes and ran up 
the stairs with them.

"Seba, bring them back," Sharon screamed but Seba just 
kept going.

She made to get up but Greg pushed her back down.

"What's he going to do with them," Sharon demanded.

"Don't worry," said Greg. "You won't be needing any 
clothes until Monday."

"What do you mean?" whispered Sharon.

"Until Monday morning, you are going to stay completely 
naked and you are going to do everything we tell you to 
do."

"No," Sharon moaned. "You can't do this."

"Yes, we can. You'll see. Until Monday, you are our 
slave."

A few moments later, Seba came back downstairs.

"Did you get them all?" Greg asked.

"Yes... everything," Seba nodded.

"There you are, you see," Greg told Sara. "Seba has 
just collected up all your clothes and hidden them 
where you won't be able to find them. So now you have 
to stay naked."

Sharon slumped back on the pillow. She had hoped that 
undressing for them would satisfy them but it was now 
evident that the longer this went on, the worse it 
might get. So far, they had only looked at her but the 
way things were escalating, she was pretty sure that 
looking would soon not be enough. Frantically, her mind 
sought a solution... a way of turning the tables on the 
boys but no solution came to her. She was trapped, 
naked and helpless, with two sweet-faced, young 
monsters who had the power to make her "shameful 
behaviour" public. Worse yet, they had the power to 
destroy her parent's respect for her and even to make 
her face criminal charges if they stuck to their story.

If suicide were not the biggest in the Sisters' 
catalogue of dire mortal sins, she might even have let 
her mind dwell on it for longer than the fleeting 
moment that she did. Instead, she decided to regard her 
ordeal as a test, a little like some of the early 
martyrs were made to suffer, although she was not 
conceited enough to imagine that her suffering was as 
extreme as theirs but the idea did have the effect of 
strengthening her resolve to somehow get through this.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Greg and Seba 
squatting, one on either side of her stretched out 
body, at her waist level.

"You know what to do, don't you, Sharon."

She tried the truth.

"No, I don't know what to do. I told you. I've never 
done it because it's a mortal sin."

Greg just laughed.

"Well, so is sucking off little boys, but you managed 
that so now you can try this."

With which, he re-ran the scene in the movie.

"Go on... do it," Seba said.

"Yes. Rub your pussy and keep rubbing it until we tell 
you to stop. We want to see what happens. We've never 
seen it before."

With a silent prayer for forgiveness for what she was 
about to do, Sharon placed the index finger of her 
right hand on her slit and pressed. Nothing happened.

"Rub your finger up and down," Greg commanded.

She closed her eyes did as she was told and again, at 
first, nothing happened. She kept rubbing and soon she 
could feel her outer pussy lips getting warm. They 
began to swell a little and, at the same time, a 
sensation that she could not yet identify started to 
build in her.

 "Play with your tits," Greg ordered 

She stopped what she was doing for a moment and opened 
her eyes. One look at Greg's face and she knew there 
was no arguing with him. Giving him a look of pure 
hatred, she moved her left hand up to her breast and 
began squeezing it gently.

"Keep going on your pussy too. We didn't tell you to 
stop yet." Greg snapped.

Sharon closed her eyes again and returned to rubbing 
herself under their unrelenting gaze. Once again, she 
felt warmth returning to her groin and was shocked to 
find that her nipple was becoming erect under her hand. 
For Greg and Seba, this was just one more thrill.

Her moving finger explored the length of her slit. She 
swiftly discovered that there was a spot at the top 
that was supersensitive and she knew from her sex 
education lessons that this must be her clitoris. As 
her finger continued to glance over it, she felt it 
swell and every time she touched it, she could feel the 
muscles in the pit of her stomach tensing. Her next 
discovery was that her slit was no longer dry and she 
blushed to think that she might be leaking pee but it 
didn't feel like pee. The fluid was more viscous and it 
made it less uncomfortable for her to rub down there.

As she continued, she became aware that her outer lips 
were now open and that the small hole of her virgin 
vagina was now completely visible. Her finger glanced 
off the opening and she felt as though she had received 
a small electric shock. Without any conscious 
prompting, her finger began to move a little faster as 
the pulsing muscles in her stomach started sending out 
signals that were at the same time scary and exciting. 
It took only a couple of minutes before she reached a 
point at which it would have been virtually impossible 
for her to stop, even if she had wanted to. 

Her fingers now rubbed and tweaked her rampant 
clitoris, her stomach heaved up and down, her nipples 
throbbed and the whole world dissolved into a crashing 
wave of sensation that robbed her of breath.

She heard herself scream. The boys sat back in 
surprise, until they realised that it was a scream of 
pleasure, not pain – although so intense was the 
feeling that Sharon herself could not have decided 
which it was. She collapsed on her side, panting, and 
with her knees drawn up towards her chest.

"Wow," said Greg. "That was fantastic."

"She made me jump when she screamed," Seba laughed.

"Me too... but I think she liked it."

Sharon looked up at their grinning faces.

"No more," she gasped. "Please, Greg, no more."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Greg sat, 
considering her for a moment.

"Okay, Sharon," he smiled. "No more."

Sharon heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was over.

"For tonight," he added.

Sharon felt total despair then and started sobbing 
again. Greg beckoned Seba close and murmured something 
in his ear that Sharon could not hear. Seba ran to the 
back of the basement area and Sharon heard him 
rummaging around for a few minutes. When he came back, 
he was carrying a large choke-chain for a dog, to which 
was attached a long leather leash. He also handed Greg 
a small padlock and key. Sharon began to shake.

"What is this for?" she asked nervously.

"Don't be frightened. We're not going to hurt you," 
Greg assured her.

 "What are you going to do?" Sharon insisted.

 "You'll see," he said. "Now, sit on the couch."

Sharon sat.

"Now, don't move," he ordered.

He formed a large loop in the choke chain and slipped 
it over her head. She went to stop him but his warning 
look was enough. Once Greg had the chain around her 
neck he tightened it. She began to panic. He was going 
to strangle her. But once he had it snug, Greg 
introduced two fingers into the loop to make sure that 
it would not bite into her skin.

"Undo the padlock and pass it to me, will you Seba," he 
said.

Seba did so and Greg slipped the metal bar of the lock 
through two of the chain's links and snapped it shut. 
The chain around Sharon's neck was now locked in place. 
It was loose enough not to cause her any physical 
distress and tight enough that there was no way that 
she could remove it. Delighted with his handiwork, Greg 
snapped the leather dog leash to the ring on the choke-
chain and gave it an experimental tug. Sharon's hands 
flew to her throat as the chain cut into the back of 
her neck. She grabbed the leash where it connected to 
the choke-chain and pulled to ease the pressure.

Greg gave a mighty tug, the links cut painfully into 
the back of her neck and Sharon was jerked off the 
couch to fall face-down on the floor. Immediately, Greg 
swung the leather leash like a whip and delivered a 
single stinging lash across her lily-white buttocks. 
Sharon yelled in pain as the leather seared her 
backside, leaving an angry red mark. 

Never in her life had she received any form of corporal 
punishment and the pain was an agonizing shock. She 
clasped her hands to the spot and looked up pleadingly 
at Greg, who loomed above her. Unbelievably, he was 
hard again. God, if whipping her turned him on, what 
would he do next? His next words were only partly 
reassuring.

"Sorry about that, Sharon. We don't want to hurt you 
but you made me angry. As long as you do everything we 
want, without fighting us, we won't need to punish you. 
Do you understand?"

Miserably, Sharon nodded her head,

"Say it then," Greg commanded.

"I understand," she muttered.

"I understand, Greg" he corrected.

"I understand, Greg," she repeated.

"Good. Please kneel."

With some difficulty, Sharon got to her knees and found 
herself staring straight at Greg's hard-on.

"Since you got us excited again, you are going to have 
to take care of us before we go to bed," he told her.

This time, Sharon did not try to avoid the inevitable. 
The pain in her buttocks told her it was not worth it. 
She had somehow become their compliant slave and would 
have to do whatever they said. She shuffled forward and 
closed her mouth over Greg's penis, cupping his balls 
with one hand. Seba shuffled closer and she used her 
other hand to give him a hand-job. He was still too 
easily excited and he came very quickly. With Greg, on 
the other hand, it took several agonising minutes 
before, once again, he shot cum into her mouth. This 
time, she knew what to expect and was better able to 
cope with the gush. 

Now that her mind was resigned to the situation, she 
started becoming aware of other factors; like, for 
example, the fact that, although the idea of sucking a 
boy's penis and swallowing his semen was still 
revolting to her, the actual experience was not as 
horrific as she would have believed. Greg's cum had a 
salty tang to it but otherwise it felt like... she 
fumbled for a comparison... like warm jello was about 
as close as she could get.

Finally satisfied for the time being, Greg made her sit 
on the couch. He went over to the computer and spent 
the next twenty minutes working away. Against her every 
expectation, Sharon felt herself getting sleepy and her 
head began to nod. In moments, she had drifted into an 
uneasy doze. She was brought back to consciousness by 
Greg gently shaking her,

"Wake up, Sharon," he said. "I want you to see this."

Pulling lightly on the leash, he led her over to the 
computer.

"Listen, Sharon," he said. "I've told you that we don't 
intend to hurt you but we have to be certain that this 
weekend remains a complete secret between the three of 
us. We are going to have to unchain you and give you 
your clothes back on Monday and we need to know that 
you won't tell anyone about what we did and are going 
to do."

"I won't tell anyone," Sharon said. "Just let me go."

"You'll have to wait until Monday for that but, right 
now, you should watch this,"

He clicked on an icon, turned up the volume on the 
speakers and sat back. The screen came to life. There, 
beautifully lit and right in the centre of the frame, 
Sharon saw herself standing, fully dressed and facing 
the camera. She started to remove her clothes. Neither 
of the boys were visible in the picture. Finally, she 
was totally naked and she did a pirouette so that the 
camera could see her ass as well. 

There was a momentary fade to black and then a shot of 
her stretched naked on the floor as she started to play 
with herself. Again, the boys were not in frame. She 
watched with growing anguish as she frenziedly, and 
noisily, brought off her climax and collapsed sideways. 
There was another black and then, there she was, 
sucking a penis. The owner was not identifiable, but 
from its size, she knew that it had to be Seba, and 
sure enough, she heard his voice whimpering "No, 
Sharon, please don't. Please stop." This was followed 
by a breathless "Oh, oh, oh!!!" as he climaxed. As a 
piece of editing, it was masterly. 

The film ended and Greg looked up at her,

"Well, what do you think?"

"What are you planning to do with it," she croaked.

"Nothing... as long as you keep our secret. Otherwise, 
I will post it on the Internet under your email 
address, which you gave me earlier this evening, as 
being one of those girls who likes to exhibit herself 
on a web-cam... and then I'll show my parents, telling 
them that I came across it accidentally."

This was the final straw. If Sharon had harboured even 
the slightest hope that she could somehow escape this 
nightmare, those hopes were now dashed. Even she would 
find it hard to dismiss such evidence as the film 
provided. In the first two sequences, she appeared to 
be alone and there was nothing in the background that 
could clearly identify it as being in this basement. 
She also seemed to be totally into what was happening 
on-screen. She collapsed to the floor in tears.

Greg knew, at that point, that he and Seba had won. 
Their secret was safe and he could now afford to ease 
up a little. He stood up and put a hand on her 
shoulder.

"Stand up," he said softly. "Come on, it's bed time. 
We'll carry on tomorrow."

He pulled gently on the lead and Sharon got to her 
feet. He led her across the room and up the two flights 
of stairs to her bedroom. She noticed immediately that 
all her spare clothes were gone. Greg pulled back the 
bedding.

"I have to pee," Sharon said.

"Come on then," Greg said, and led her to the bathroom.

Sharon stood just inside the door.

"What are you waiting for? Greg asked.

"Aren't you going to leave?" she replied.

"No way," Greg grinned. "We've never seen a girl pee, 
have we Seba?"

"No," Seba said. "Where does it come out?"

"Let's watch and find out," Greg said.

He pushed Sharon into the room.

"You said you wanted to pee, so pee," he commanded.

Sharon thought that nothing else could make her blush 
but she had been wrong. To have two boys watching her 
closely as she emptied her bladder was to add a whole 
new layer of humiliation to that night's experiences. 
She walked over to the toilet. The lid and the seat 
were up. She lowered the seat, turned to face them and 
sat.

"Spread your legs so we can see," Seba said.

She spread her legs and felt her bladder respond. A 
stream of urine began to pour from her and she saw two 
pairs of eyes staring closely at her slit. She was past 
caring. Bone weary and totally demoralised, she let 
them watch until her bladder finally felt comfortable 
and the stream ceased. Automatically, she reached out 
and pulled toilet paper off the roll, wiped herself off 
and flushed the toilet. She stood up, washed her hands 
at the sink and stood there.

"Good girl," Greg smiled. "Come on."

He led her back to the bedroom.

"Okay, Sharon. Lie down," he said.

She did as she was told. The bed had a simple cast iron 
frame. As soon as she was lying down, Greg undid the 
choke chain. Sharon thought for a moment that he was 
going to take it away but he simply wrapped the top end 
of the leash round the iron cross-rail of the bed-head. 
He slipped the choke-chain back through the loop of the 
leash and then dropped the choke-chain back over 
Sharon's head before relocking it as it had been 
before. Sharon was now effectively chained to the bed, 
although the leash allowed her at least some movement.

"I'm going to leave the bedroom door open and the hall 
light on. We'll be directly opposite you just in case 
you thought of trying anything."

"What could I do?" Sharon asked, indicating the chain 
around her neck.

"I don't know but, if you do try anything, it will be 
the worse for you. We'll see you in the morning."

He and Seba left the room and she heard their bedroom 
door open and their excited chatter as they got into 
bed. Then their light went out and she soon heard the 
sound of their snores coming from across the corridor. 
She tested the lock but it was quite secure. She tried 
the leather loop on the dog leash but it was so 
securely stitched that there was no way she could get 
it apart without a knife and the boys had made quite 
sure that there was absolutely nothing to hand that she 
could use to help herself. 

She lay awake, replaying the night's events in her 
mind, trying to see if there was anything she had 
missed that would have alerted her to what the boys had 
in mind. She could think of nothing. She had walked 
into their trap completely blindly and that was that. 
With her mind still buzzing, she finally drifted into a 
fitful sleep. In her dreams, she thought that she heard 
an alarm bell ringing but nothing happened and she 
slept on.

**

The next day, she was aware of the boys moving again. 
Greg came into the room, fully dressed.

"Good morning, Sharon," he said. "That was your mother 
on the phone. I told her you were still sleeping and 
would call her back. She said that she and your dad 
were just heading out and that you should call back 
this evening... which is good because I want to be sure 
that you know exactly what to tell them."

Sharon said nothing.

"Sit up, then. It's time for you to make us all 
breakfast. Seba and I are starving."

She sat up and Greg freed the leash from the bedrail 
before chaining it around her neck again.

"Do you need to pee again?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Come on, then."

He led her to the bathroom, but allowed her to go in 
alone. He pulled the door to but did not close it.

"Be quick or I'll have to come in and fetch you."

He heard her empty her bladder and bowels, and then 
wipe herself and flush. He immediately opened the door 
and grabbed the leash, allowing her only to wash her 
hands before leading her downstairs to the kitchen.

Fortunately the kitchen was at the back of the house 
and was not overlooked from any side. This meant that a 
chained, naked sixteen year-old "slave" would not be 
the object of neighbourly curiosity. Sharon prepared 
breakfast and was aware that Seba could not take his 
eyes off her. He kept staring at her breasts and her 
muff and she saw that his dick was pushing at the front 
of his shorts. She tried to ignore him and the 
breakfast was eaten in an atmosphere of restrained 
excitement on their part and misery on hers.

"We should clear up the breakfast things," Greg said. 
"Just in case anyone calls by. Don't want the place to 
look too disgusting."

Once everything was reasonably tidy, it was Seba who 
grabbed the leash and led her down to the basement. 
Somehow, this was even more debasing. On some surreal 
level, Greg seemed more like an adult, a peer, but to 
be at the mercy of an eleven year-old made her feel 
pathetic. 

Greg followed them down, admiring Sharon's ass from 
which the red stripe of his lash was now fading. He had 
her stand facing the television and switched it on, 
together with the DVD player. 

There was no pretence now at trying to follow the 
story. All he was doing was looking for the sexy 
sequences and he soon found one. This time, the woman 
was in somebody's home... an older man... and they were 
talking. He went away and returned with some ropes. 

He proceeded to tie the woman up and pull her panties 
half-way down her legs, revealing a bush of curly black 
hair. In another scene, he had her backed up against a 
wall and had his hand between her legs, rubbing her 
until she came.

Greg froze the scene.

"Keep her there, Seba," he said and disappeared back to 
the storage area. He was soon back with some rope and 
some duct tape.

Sharon was about to open her mouth but there was really 
no point. She knew what they were going to do next, 
thanks to that damned film.

"Hold out your arms with your wrists together," Greg 
demanded.

She did as she was told. Quickly he had her wrist 
lashed tightly together. He looked around and saw the 
heavy wooden posts that supported the upper floors. Two 
had a large eyebolt in them near the ceiling. Mr. 
Endicott had strung a rope, probably the rope Greg was 
using, between the two bolts and then hung a large area 
rug over it to dry after he had shampooed it earlier in 
the Spring. It was ideal for Greg's needs.

He led Sharon over to the post.

"Bring me that chair please, Seba," he said and Seba 
dragged the wooden chair over from the desk.

Greg stood on the chair and passed the end of the rope 
through one of the eyebolts and began pulling, 
gathering in the spare rope. Sharon was forced to move 
to the post and Greg ordered her to stand with her back 
against it. With the last of the slack taken up, Greg 
pulled hard and Sharon was forced to raise her arms 
above her head until they were stretched as high as 
they would reach. Greg tied a simple knot in the rope 
just on the other side of the eye-bolt which prevented 
it from running back through the eye. He got down from 
the chair went to the back of the basement again. 

She heard the sound of hammering briefly and then he 
returned with a four-foot length of 2" x 4" wood into 
which he had hammered two nails, one about six inches 
from either end. He slid the wood behind Sharon and 
used the spare rope to fasten an ankle to one end of 
the wood, with the rope on the outside of the nail. The 
wood ran behind the post and he quickly pulled her legs 
apart and secured the other ankle to the opposite end 
of the wood. The nails made sure that the rope could 
not slip down the wood, allowing Sharon to close her 
legs.

Sharon was now held fast to the post, her arms over her 
head and her legs spread about three feet apart. Her 
breasts were pushed out and her pussy was completely 
displayed to them. She fought back tears. She knew 
that, for the first time since this nightmare began, 
they were going to start touching her in her most 
private places. Just how far were they planning to go?

"So, Seba, she's all yours. What do you want to do?"

"I want to touch her tits," Seba replied.

"Go ahead, but wouldn't it be more fun if she asked you 
to do it?"

"Oh, yes. Do you think she would?"

"Of course she would. She's our sex slave for the 
weekend, aren't you, Sharon?"

Sharon hung her head.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Say it then." Greg ordered.

"Yes, Greg. I'm your sex slave for the weekend."

"Good. Well, you heard what Seba wants. Aren't you 
going to invite him?"

Although it almost choked her, Sharon managed to get 
the words out.

"Please, Seba, will you play with my brea... my tits?"

Seba stepped close to her and nervously reached out his 
hand. He was trembling a little, almost as if the small 
mounds would bite him. Finally, his hand made contact 
and he squeezed her left breast a little.

"Wow," he gasped. "It's so warm and soft."

He continued to play with it, not quite sure what he 
was doing but it did not take long to discover that 
playing with the nipple produced an interesting effect 
as it started to grow firm in his hand. He reached out 
his other hand and worked the right breast as well 
until he had both nipples standing proud of the 
alabaster flesh. Even the brown circles around the 
central button had swollen. He heard Sharon whimper and 
thought that he had hurt her. He backed away. She had 
her eyes closed and was biting her bottom lip.

Greg stepped forward and took over where Seba had left 
off. In a moment, Sharon whimpered again and, this 
time, there was no mistaking that it was not pain that 
she was feeling. Feeling highly encouraged, Greg 
lowered his right hand and used his index finger to 
explore her pussy. This time Sharon yelped from the 
shock... even though she had been expecting it but also 
because she now knew what feeling this might lead to. 

She knew that what she had experienced the previous 
night had been her first ever orgasm and, although 
bringing it on herself had been a mortal sin, she had 
been totally overwhelmed by the feelings that had 
coursed through her body. They say that you do not miss 
what you've never had. That first time, she had been 
frightened of what was happening to her because she had 
not known what to expect. Now she knew... and she found 
that, scared as she still was, she was half relishing 
the thought that she might get that feeling again.

Greg was busy exploring what was, for him, totally new 
territory but he had seen what had happened when Sharon 
had masturbated for them, so he knew fairly well the 
sequence of events. It did not take him long to find 
Sharon's clit and to see the effect that rubbing it had 
on her. So he rubbed it and waited for her to get wet. 
Seba, in the meantime, had stepped up beside him and 
was, again, playing with Sharon's boobs.

Sharon started to moan and Greg's finger encountered 
her first secretions. He slid his finger up and down 
her opening pussy lips and soon found her small opening 
which was still tightly closed. Moving his hand still 
further, his finger travelled back until it discovered 
her other small hole and Sharon squeaked in anguish as 
his tried introducing his finger into her anus. She 
writhed against the rope.

"No," she pleaded.

Greg did not insist. There was plenty of time for that 
later and, besides, he was not quite sure what that was 
all about anyway. His finger went back to rubbing 
Sharon's clit and pussy. She was now soaking wet and 
the small hole was starting to open. He pressed his 
finger against it and saw Sharon's eyes fly open. She 
shook her head.

 "I'm a virgin, Greg. Please... not that."

He grinned.

"We'll see," he said and went back to rubbing her.

In spite of the horror of her situation, Sharon was 
beginning to find that sexual arousal was an automatic 
process that didn't stop just because you wanted it to. 
Her breasts now throbbing from Seba's touch and her 
pussy on fire from Greg's finger, she felt the wave 
beginning to rise again and, at that point, her body's 
automatic responses took over. She began pushing her 
bum off the wall and onto Greg's finger then falling 
back again. Forward, back, forward, back... the pace 
quickening. She was panting now as she felt liquid ice 
rushing to her burning pussy. 

She heard someone shouting "Oh god, oh god," and 
realised that it was her. As before, her body was 
consumed by ecstasy bordering on agony and she would 
have collapsed had the rope around her wrists not held 
her upright.

Greg felt her hot juices wash over his finger and tried 
licking it to see what she tasted like. Not too bad he 
decided. He bent down and untied her ankles and then 
the knot holding the rope taut. As he allowed the rope 
to slacken, Sharon almost slumped to the ground but, 
with Greg's help, managed to stand on legs that were 
still shaking. When she finally got her breath back and 
looked around, she saw that Seba was happily playing 
with himself again. She turned away for a moment but 
could not help but look back. Greg saw her looking and 
smiled to himself. He led her to the sofa and allowed 
her to sit down. Seba climaxed and smiled at them.

"That was great, Greg," he said. "I want to try it 
now."

Sharon gulped. Greg, who was watching her closely, saw 
that she was about to protest. He picked up the leather 
strap and just toyed with it. Sharon's mouth snapped 
shut. He stood up. 

"Stretch out on the couch, Sharon."

She did so.

"Now ask Seba to get you off."

She swallowed, then sighed and took a deep breath.

"Please, Seba, will you play with my... pussy?"

"Just a minute," he said. "I want to get undressed 
first."

It was almost as if he knew that nakedness was an 
unsought excitement for her. In moments, he had 
stripped off his clothes.

"Come on, Greg. You undress too."

"Okay, why not," Greg grinned and he too was soon naked 
beside her.

"Okay, Seba. You saw what to do. Go for it."

Sharon had not fully recovered from Greg's masturbating 
her. She felt Seba's smaller finger seek her slit and 
feel around. Almost immediately, he found the little 
button at the top and she jumped because it was still 
so sensitive. Her back arched and she pushed her bum 
off the sofa. Seba was delighted. Not yet understanding 
that Sharon was still half-aroused, he was surprised 
that he was managing to achieve what it had taken Greg 
much longer to make happen. He ran his finger down the 
line of her labia which were already puffed up and, 
like his brother before him, found the opening to her 
vagina which had still not entirely closed. 

His curiosity aroused, he moved his head closer to see 
what he'd discovered and so he did not see Sharon's 
frightened glance. His finger traced its way around the 
edge of her hole and she knew that another orgasm was 
not far away. Seba pressed his finger against the 
opening but found that it would not go in. So he 
pressed harder, then really hard. Sharon half-stifled a 
scream as his 
sharp finger nail ruptured her hymen and pushed into 
her virgin tunnel.

Seba immediately backed off as he saw a trickle of 
blood run down her thigh. He looked panic stricken.

"It's okay, Seba. She was a virgin. It should only hurt 
for a moment or two. Carry on. She's nearly there."

Relieved, Seba went back to known territory, Sharon's 
clit and started rubbing it again.

Sharon's mind was in turmoil. There was pain, there was 
anger and there was concern. Was she technically still 
a virgin? But above everything else there was that 
small finger working her button and driving her body 
crazy. Before she could think further about her 
virginity, the rising wave consumed her and she yelled 
and thrashed about as her body was racked by another 
massive orgasm that left her weak and totally confused. 

She knew that what was being done to her was sinful and 
wicked but she also knew that this all-consuming rush 
of sensation was something she could never have 
imagined before now. If it was so wrong, why did it 
give her body so much pleasure? And even if it were 
wrong, could she now ignore the knowledge of how it 
made her body feel?

Gregory and Seba watched her as she slowly came back 
down from the wave. As she calmed, and the blood 
stopped rushing through her ears, she opened her eyes 
to look at them, she saw that they were both hard. In 
her confused state, she wasn't sure if they had ordered 
her to pleasure them. They probably had. She stared 
first at Seba. His little dink was actually quite sweet 
with the wrinkled folds of skin covering its tip. 

Why hadn't she noticed that before. Turning her 
attention to Gregory, she found the sight of his rigid 
prick quite fascinating and was still a little amazed 
that she had the power to cause it to stiffen so 
quickly. What was it they had asked her to do? Probably 
blow them again. She was their sex-slave. She slid off 
the sofa and slipped to her knees in front of Seba. 
Without a word, she bent forward and took him into her 
mouth while reaching out to grasp Greg's prick in her 
right hand. She began working him and sucking on Seba 
automatically now.

Greg and Seba were stunned. They'd said nothing, lost 
in awe at the effect that their fingers had produced on 
this beautiful and formerly modest girl. As she worked 
hard at bringing them off, they exchanged broad grins. 
She was truly becoming their slave. Then their eyes 
closed as her mouth and fingers worked their own magic 
and they were soon climaxing, Seba into Sharon's mouth 
and Greg all over her back. As soon as they had 
finished spasming, Sharon sank back on her heels and 
waited.

Greg smiled down at her. 

"We all need a shower," he said. "Seba, you go first."

Seba went off to the downstairs bathroom and they heard 
the shower start running. Ten minutes later, he was 
back with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair 
still wet. Greg pulled the chair over to the post and, 
taking up the leash, led Sharon over to the post and, 
with a short piece of wire, secured the loop of the 
leash's handhold to the eyebolt. It was too high for 
Sharon to reach, so she was once again secured by the 
choke-chain.

"I'll only be ten minutes," Greg said and he, too, went 
off to shower.

Seba stood watching Sharon and saw that her eyes had 
lost their sparkle. She stood still and silent by the 
post waiting for Greg to release her again. Seba walked 
up to her.

"Don't be sad, Sharon. I didn't mean to hurt you and 
make you bleed. I'm sorry."

"I know," Sharon said.

"I did make you feel good afterwards though, didn't I?"

Sharon said nothing.

"Shall I do it again for you while we wait for Greg to 
come back?"

"No, Seba. Please, not so soon."

"Later then?" he pleaded.

"Later," she whispered.

As she stood waiting for Greg, her mind continued to 
review what had happened and what might yet happen. She 
had little doubt that Greg, at least, would want to 
take the final step and force himself on her. She had 
always thought that, in keeping with the teachings of 
the Church, she would never have sex until she was 
married. She had had it drummed into her that her 
virginity was to be prized as a precious gift for her 
husband, whoever he might turn out to be. Now, with 
that gift unwrapped, if not yet opened, and her body 
responding so readily to the advances of two young 
boys, she started to have doubts about herself. 

Maybe there had been a way that she could have avoided 
all this and she hadn't tried hard enough. She could 
have just left the room when she glimpsed Seba's penis 
through his gaping fly. But she hadn't. The same was 
true when Greg's penis slipped out of his boxers. She 
now knew that he had contrived that but she had just 
stood there, eyes glued to his groin. So, maybe they 
were right; maybe she was only fit to be their slave. 

A degree of sanity intruded into this line of thinking. 
No! She had not in any way encouraged this. It was 
wrong, wasn't it? Then doubt again. Some of her non-
catholic school friends were always talking about their 
exploits with boys or which base they would allow a boy 
to get to, and they didn't seem troubled. She guessed 
that some of them were exaggerating their experience. 
Others asserted, as she had, that they would NEVER let 
a boy go beyond second base... but they had not felt 
that damned finger caressing their most sensitive area. 
If she knew one thing for certain, Sharon knew that she 
wanted to experience those sensations again.

Her mind was dragged bag to the present by Greg's 
return. He untied the leash and led Sharon to the 
shower where he removed the choke-chain. He stood 
watching while she used the toilet, had a shower and 
washed her hair. Then he threw her a towel and waited 
for her to dry off before replacing the choke-chain. 
She did not struggle because she knew it was useless. 
Greg looked at her standing there, naked, quiet and 
compliant. She was gorgeous, more so than even his 
vivid dreams had imagined.

He led her back to the rec room. He knew what he 
intended to do but it was part of the fantasy that it 
be justified by being in the film. He made her sit on 
the couch. Seba sat on one side of her and he sat on 
the other with the remote controls. He switched on and 
selected the set-up menu to restore the sub-title 
function. They might as well know what was being said. 
Looking at the Chapters index, he saw a thumbnail of 
the woman lying on a bed. He hit play.

In the film, the woman was lying on her side naked. 
Kneeling on the bed with her was a handsome guy, but he 
was not her husband from earlier. He, too, was naked, 
and he was stroking his erect penis and talking to the 
girl. Greg could not believe it. They were talking 
about men's cocks, tampons, how disgusting used condoms 
were, at which point the woman picked up a used one 
from the floor. This was new ground for Seba and even 
Greg had only a vague idea of what tampons were. The 
woman lay on her back and the man lay over her, kissing 
her lips and then her tiny breasts for a while. He sat 
up again.

Sharon had her eyes riveted on him and the size of his 
penis. What on earth would it feel like to have 
something like that pushed into you. She shuddered at 
the thought. The man on the screen now tore open a 
condom pouch and started to slide the transparent 
sheath over his enormous dick. The woman started to 
help him, stroking him to get him harder. Then she 
rolled onto her stomach. "Shall I stick it in your 
ass?" the man asked her. "No, not yet," the woman 
replied. "Screw me some more first." The man separated 
the cheeks of her ass and proceeded to slide his dick 
into her pussy. Greg froze the film. This was an 
example that even he could not have imagined. It 
shocked him to know that his parents owned such a 
movie.

 "Greg," Seba said, "what did he mean about 'sticking 
it in her ass'?

Greg wasn't quite sure himself.

"Well, I guess he was going to push his dick into her 
bum-hole."

"But his dick looked too big. It's only a small hole."

"Don't worry about it, Seba. Are you ready to try the 
real thing?"

"Yes please," Seba said nervously. "You go first 
though."

 "Okay," said Greg.
 
It came as no surprise to Sharon that both Greg and 
Seba were hard again and they were going to do it to 
her. She had convinced herself that, since she had not 
actually had a boy's prick inside her, she was still a 
virgin, even without her hymen being intact. But now, 
they were going to take even that from her if she could 
not somehow stop them.

Now that the big moment had come, Greg was a lot less 
sure of himself because, if he was truthful, he had 
never really thought that this would ever become more 
than a game... fun to plan, a great fantasy to jerk off 
to but hardly likely to become a reality. In fact, the 
most that he had really hoped for was to sneak a 
glimpse of Sharon in her underwear at some point during 
her stay. But, as the saying goes, power corrupts and 
once he realised that fortune had placed Sharon 
completely in his power, he was excited to see how far 
he could make her go. Not that he wanted to hurt her.

The incident of whipping her with the leash was more of 
an automatic response than a planned act and he had 
been scared for a moment when he realised what he had 
done. She had become submissive so quickly afterwards, 
though, that he gained even more confidence that they 
could do anything they liked to her quite safely. He 
looked at Sharon. Her head was lowered and her 
shoulders were slumped but with the last shred of 
defiance left in her, Sharon protested.

"Greg, you mustn't do this. I've done everything you've 
asked. Please don't rape me."

"Sorry, Sharon," he said. "I..."

That's as far as he got. With his first word, Sharon 
knew that he intended to go through with it. She leapt 
to her feet and ran across the basement towards the 
stairs, yelling for help. No matter that she was naked, 
no matter that they had film of her, she had to do 
something to protect her self-respect. Greg caught her 
two steps from the top stair by grabbing her ankle. She 
was brought to a sharp halt and nearly fell backwards 
on top of him. 

He grabbed the trailing end of the leash and pulled. 
Sharon felt the choke-chain bite into her throat and 
had no choice but to stop. Greg pulled again and she 
was forced to back down the stairs. He dragged her back 
to the couch and made her sit. She was quaking with 
fear now.

"That was stupid, Sharon," Greg said. "Now I'm going to 
have to punish you."

Sharon was certain that this would mean pain again but, 
at least while he was punishing her, he was not raping 
her. If only she could distract him long enough... 
Sharon's hope was short-lived.

 "But first," Greg said, as if reading her mind, "we 
get to screw you, and I think that would work better in 
the bedroom than on the couch or the floor." 

He grabbed her wrists and forced her arms up over her 
head. 

 "Seba, will you tear off a piece of that duct tape. 
We'll stick it over her mouth."
 
At this, Sharon began to struggle but Greg was too 
strong for her. Seba picked the roll up off the floor, 
pulled out a four inch strip and, with a bit of 
difficulty, finally tore it off. He was about to stick 
it on when Greg stopped him and looked around the room. 
He saw a small soft-rubber ball that had been given to 
his dad to squeeze as physiotherapy after he had broken 
his wrist. Like all unneeded odds and ends it had found 
its way down to the basement. He pointed to it and Seba 
brought it over to him.

"Open your mouth, Sharon," he ordered.

Sharon kept her mouth clamped shut.

"Okay," Greg grinned. "Seba, pinch her nose closed and 
when she opens her mouth, stick the ball into it. Then 
stick the tape over her mouth and make sure that it 
firmly stuck down."

Sixty seconds later, Sharon was effectively silenced. 
She could make muted noises of protest but the sound 
would barely have carried across the room, let alone to 
a neighbouring house. Satisfied that she could not 
raise the alarm, Greg tied her hands loosely behind her 
back, picked up the duct tape, tugged on the leash and 
forced her to follow him up the stairs and back into 
her bedroom. Using pressure on the choke-chain, it was 
not difficult to force Sharon onto her back on the bed. 

With Seba's help, he quickly loosened her hands from 
behind her and then tied her wrists to the top 
bedposts. Sarah continued to struggle but it was 
hopeless. She felt a hand grab her ankle and drag her 
leg sideways where it was tied to one of the bottom 
posts. Then the other leg was dragged and secured to 
the other post. She was now totally exposed and 
vulnerable.

She began to sob and, as a result, began to choke. For 
just a moment, Greg thought that she might be faking it 
but he saw the tears rolling down her cheeks and 
realised that she clearly couldn't breathe. In a panic, 
he ripped the duct tape away from her mouth and she 
spat out the rubber gag, coughing and gulping in air. 
As soon as her breathing seemed to be easing, Greg 
clamped a hand over her mouth. And asked Seba to pick 
up the ball again. Sharon shook her head violently in 
protest.

"Alright, Sharon. I won't put it back in on one 
condition. You have to promise on your life that you 
won't scream. I mean it. If you DO scream, we will make 
you very, very sorry. Will you promise?"

Sharon nodded her head. She had no doubt at all that 
they would make her suffer badly, though what worse 
they could do to her than they now planned she 
preferred not to consider. Slowly, Greg removed his 
hand.

"Good," he said.

He stood beside the bed looking at her. She saw his 
gaze drift from her eyes down over her breasts, 
stretched taut by her spread-eagled position, then down 
to her belly and lastly to her crotch. He could even 
see the pucker of her anus. Her face flamed crimson as 
she saw the lust in his gaze and watched his penis 
respond to the sight of her. She remembered the movie 
and her idle thought about how it would feel to have 
something like that stuck into her. She was about to 
find out.

In spite of the terrible violation she now faced, a 
part of her brain was working in damage control mode. 
It set out to help her cope with what was about to 
happen. For one thing, she told herself, the act of sex 
itself was supposed to be pleasurable, or people 
wouldn't be so anxious to do it. From her recent 
experience, she knew that her body had responded to 
what had been done to it with pleasurable sensations 
that had completely overwhelmed her. In fact, knowing 
what she now knew, she was quite sure that, in the 
future, she would be unable to resist the temptation of 
stimulating them herself... sin or no sin.
 
She looked at the young teen standing beside her. 
Greg's penis was not as large as that of the man in the 
movie and Seba's was smaller still. She had already 
recovered from the pain of her ruptured maidenhead. She 
reminded herself that nothing that had happened this 
weekend was her fault so she might just as well resign 
herself to the inevitable since she could do nothing at 
all to prevent it. She lay there awaiting what would 
befall next with a strange mix of fear and excitement.

Greg knelt up on the bed and then stretched out beside 
her. Like her, he was nervous and shaking. He had never 
kissed a girl although he had often imagined doing so. 
Now he could and the girl in question was the girl of 
his boyish dreams. He leaned over and pressed his lips 
against hers. Her lips were soft and she smelled of the 
sandalwood soap she had used earlier. He kissed her 
again but did not feel a response. He opened his mouth 
a little and ran his tongue over her lips, pushing it 
between them. He felt her teeth and pressed more 
firmly. Her mouth opened a fraction and his tongue 
darted in while his hand slid up her belly to her 
breast. He let it just rest there for a moment.

He felt Sharon's intake of breath and her mouth opened 
just a little. Their tongues collided and explored each 
other. Encouraged, he squeezed her breast gently, 
flattened it with his palm and then let his fingertip 
wander around her nipple. It began to firm up under his 
finger so he tweaked it between his finger and thumb. 
He felt her tongue probe his mouth and he met it 
eagerly with his own.

As so often throughout the past two days, Sharon's mind 
was in turmoil. Greg was not raping her... he was 
making love to her, exactly as he had learned just ten 
minutes before from that damned film. Recognizing that 
fact, she suddenly saw him less as a manipulative 
little bastard but far more as a nervous boy who likely 
had no idea how truly damaging his nasty little scheme 
was. It was a game to him but one that had quickly 
snowballed. Right now, he was fumbling his way through 
something he didn't really understand, using any means 
that came to hand - and she had unwittingly provided 
him with the means. 

What unnerved her even more was knowing that her body 
was, once again, responding to Greg's touch. She would 
NEVER have willingly allowed any of this weekend's 
events to take place but these two young boys had 
introduced her to sensations that she would not 
otherwise have experienced for years yet. But for them, 
how many amazing orgasms might she otherwise have 
missed and what a loss that would have been because she 
was forced to admit to herself that, now she had 
experienced that mind-blowing ecstasy, she craved it. 
Which is why she had allowed her tongue to dart into 
Greg's mouth.

Greg wasn't quite sure what was happening but he wasn't 
arguing. Sharon was now returning his kisses and he 
gained a little confidence. He pulled gently on her 
nipple with one hand and heard her murmur. He placed 
his other hand on her other breast and pulled his lips 
away from her mouth. As he had seen the man do in the 
film, he started to kiss the swollen nipple on the 
breast that he had just been fondling. 

Sharon gave a surprised little "Oh!" as she felt his 
warm breath on her skin. Greg opened his mouth and took 
the entire tip of her breast into his mouth. He sucked 
and ran his tongue over the rock-hard nubbin. Sharon 
sighed. He bit down very lightly on the button and 
pulled it. A small yelp escaped her throat. His hand 
had now aroused her other nipple and he planted kisses 
all over her chest. Sharon felt herself getting hot. 
For Greg, natural instinct took over and he slid lower 
down Sharon's body, planting more kisses on the slope 
below her breasts, over the flat plane of her stomach 
and down to her belly-button. His tongue explored it 
and Sharon squirmed. Lower he went and blew softly in 
the pale blonde triangle of fuzz on her pubes.

Greg could smell her musk now and moved lower to 
investigate. Closer than he had ever been before, he 
saw that her clit was already stiffening and he felt 
the overwhelming desire to lick it. The effect was 
instantaneous. Sharon gave a loud gasp and jerked her 
bum off the bed, but with her arms and legs securely 
tied, she fell back immediately. Incredibly pleased 
with the result he had produced, Greg started licking 
in earnest. 

He had already guessed from yesterday's experience, 
that this was a particularly sensitive spot for Sharon. 
Within moments, her juices were flooding her crack and 
she was panting. He stopped for breath and she wailed.

"Oh god, don't stop. Please, Greg, don't stop."

Greg was stunned. She was actually asking him to 
continue. He went back to licking her, then let his 
tongue explore the entire length of her slit. Her taste 
was strange but pleasant and he swallowed some of her 
juices to savour them. His probing tongue found her 
hole and she whimpered again as he introduced the tip 
of his tongue into her vagina. His penis was so hard 
that it was hurting him so, with his objective now so 
clearly available to him, he slipped between her 
outstretched legs and placed the tip of his penis 
against her clit.

Sharon strained to lift her head from the pillow so 
that she could see and remember the exact moment that 
her virginity was lost. Greg ran his dick up and down 
her slit only a couple of times before he felt himself 
starting to crest. Sharon also knew that another orgasm 
was not far away. She felt the tip of Greg's penis 
slide down to her opening and with barely a pause, he 
plunged his full length into her as she pushed up to 
meet him. Two pumps and they both climaxed, he gasping 
for breath and she saying "Oh my god" over and over 
again. With a final spurt of jism, Greg collapsed on 
top of her, still buried deep in her hot, tight tunnel.

For Sharon, this was the most shattering experience 
yet. He filled her up and she could feel his hot sperm 
in the back of her passage. She knew she should be 
worrying about getting pregnant but, right now, her 
body was throbbing in the aftermath of her first full 
sexual experience and it surpassed anything she could 
have imagined, even after yesterday.

As soon as she could speak again, she looked at Greg's 
face. It held a blissful smile.

"Greg," she said. "Please untie me. I give you my 
promise I won't try to escape again."

Greg looked at her uncertainly.

"You promise?" he said.

"I promise," she repeated.

He withdrew from her and she whimpered again as she 
felt him slip free of her. A little shakily, he got off 
the bed and untied her ankles and then her wrists. She 
lay there, rubbing the chafe marks left by the rope.

Seba had watched the entire episode open-mouthed. So 
that was what sex was like. He was now seriously 
worried. What were his chances of having sex with 
Sharon now that Greg had released her... and anyway, he 
wasn't sure if he could manage it.

Sharon suddenly became aware that Seba was there.

"Seba," she gasped.

Greg had been so involved in his own experience that he 
had forgotten Seba too. 

"Oh, shit," he said. "What about Seba?"

"It's all right, Greg," Seba said. "I don't have to."

"But we agreed and Sharon is our sex slave for the 
weekend, aren't you Sharon?"


It was a turning point for Sharon. In less than twenty-
four hours she had gone from prim virgin to sex addict. 
She could not approve of the way the boys had set out 
to trick her and the cruelty that they had shown last 
night was totally wrong but she sensed that the balance 
of power had changed subtly and they hadn't realised 
it. With skill on her part, they never would. She had a 
lot of catching up to do and two willing, virile young 
males to service her need. She suppressed a smile.

"Yes, Greg," she whispered. "I'm your sex slave. What 
would you like me to do?"

END

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contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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