~Subject: FANTASIA: Three Little Maids from School (15/25)
~Keywords:  [sm,bd,etc]
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                THREE LITTLE MAIDS FROM SCHOOL
                       by V.P. Viddler
                              15

    "Sharon," I said, "I want to take you home and fuck you now."

   "You'll have to make me," Sharon said.

   "What?"

   "I--I can't do it unless--unless you make me," Sharon said in a
small voice. "Can you, Danny?"

   "Why, you dumb little slut," I said. "I'm your master now, I own
you. Don't I, Sharon?"

   "Yes, Danny."

   "So if I tell you I want to fuck you, you lay down and spread
for me. Don't you?"

   "No," Sharon said, gasping it.

   I could see she was frightened at what she was doing, but she
wanted to see how far she could go without being hurt. Except that
I saw something more in her wide yes and her tremulous lips--she
wanted to be hurt. I reached for her hand, and quite deliberately
and slowly I bent two fingers back. Far back. Sharon melted. She
squirmed with the pressure, and started to pant. As I continued to
push, a small whining sound came from her throat. I still kept it
up, until she bowed her body under the pain, and slipped off her
chair to sink to the floor on her knees.

   "Now, slave," I said. "Say, I will gladly fuck for you, Danny."

   "I will!" Sharon gasped. "Oh, I will, yes I will, ohh god--"

   "Bitch," I said. "You just want to be punished, don't you?"

   "Yes," Sharon said. "I-I've never--nobody's ever--"

   "Wait a minute. Nobody's ever what? Hurt you?"

   "Or--or anything," Sharon whispered. "Nobody--ever made me--
nobody ever could--"

   "Holy shit!" I said. "You--you're not telling me--you're a
virgin?"

   Gulping, Sharon nodded.

   "Son of a bitch!" I said.

   "Do you mind?" Sharon said anxiously.

   "Mind? Well--no. Christ, no. It's just--a girl like you--"

   "I always wanted to," Sharon said, blushing. "But I-I couldn't
do it without--without being--"

   "Forced," I said.

   "Yes. And nobody ever--"

   "God," I said.

   "Do it for me, Danny," Sharon said. "Force me. Take me. Make me
fuck for you. Hurt me till I do it--"

   Sharon was still on her knees. I liked it that way. "Sharon," I
said. "Did Cindy ever tell you how I first had her?"

   "I--no," Sharon said. "How?"

   I thought she was lying just to hear me tell it again. I didn't
mind. "I made a trade with her old boyfriend," I said. "I gave him
my sister Barbara to fuck in exchange for sexy Cindy. Only Cindy
didn't want to go along, so a whole crowd of guys jumped her and
spread her out on the floor and four of them held her down and
pinned her arms and legs and they stripped her buck naked and held
her while I took her. Cindy was struggling and fighting like
anything, but I dug the hell out of it. I raped her and raped her.
And the other guys did it to Barbara. And then all of us fucked the
two of them all night long. Over and over. What a night that was!"

   Sharon was panting. Her body was swaying slightly. "Ohh god,"
she breathed. "Oh, god, Danny. Will--will you do that to me?"

   "Maybe," I said. "Not right away. I want you all for myself the
first time anyway. We'll have lots of chances to pass you around.
Would you like that?"

   "Ooohhh...I--oh my lord...Wh-what else will you do to me?"

   "Sharon," I said. "You're making my cock stand up. I can't wait
to get you home and watch you take all your clothes off and put my
hands all over that scrumptious body. Crawl for me, Sharon. Go on.
Right now, right here. With your clothes on. Crawl around the
floor."

   Sharon looked fearfully at the door. Anyone could come in any
time. But she got on her hands and knees and crawled. I watched
that young, sinfully nubile body crawling degradingly for my
pleasure, and I almost came in my pants.

   "Danny," Sharon panted. "Tell me how you'll hurt me. Please,
Danny. Will you...will you whip me?"

   "Of course," I said. "I'll whip your soft, smooth body from top
to bottom. And laugh at your screams."

   "Aaaahhh!" Sharon moaned. She crawled toward my chair.
"Danny...Cindy said you...you burned her...with cigarettes!"

   "That's right."

   "Oh god, Danny! Ohh my god! On--on her--on her breasts--
her--her nipples--"

   "Right. And other places too. High on her thighs was nice. She
always--"

   "Oh, Danny, Christ! I can't--will you do it to me? Oh god, I--I
want--I'm so--Will you? Oh, I can't stand it! On--on my breasts!?!"

   "Okay," I said. "If you fuck nice for me."

   "Take me home, Danny. Do it now. I want you to make me fuck
you."