Maiden Maid-Ch 6 John Teaches Sara

The final book, "Gang Rapes and the Need to be Raped" was the most brutal. The females all bore the physical abuse inflicted on them. Many were beaten, forced to sexually service the males that were raping them. Some girls were raped by groups of more then twenty men, their mouth, pussy and finally their asshole all raped for the male pleasure. There would be no pleasure for the female. No orgasm. This was about control. The control the male had over the female and his ability to use her body in any manner he saw fit. It was not the tight pussy or asshole that brought about the male orgasm. It was the screams of pain as they were pierced by giant cocks. It was the begging and crying, the pain that the male could inflict on her as he fucked her. Sara had only been fucked once, relatively painless for the first time, but Michael had made her cum. She could not imagine taking on that many men at one time. But she could imagine them inflicting pain. It seemed liked they enjoyed that.

"That is the life you will enjoy, Sara. Even if you leave the relative easy life here, you will be subject to even a worse life out their. As a prostitute, the only profession you would be able to get, you would not last longer then a year until you were either killed or so badly disfigured, you would not even be able to continue in that profession. Until this damn depression is over, you will have to submit to the demands of Michael and myself." He gave her pussy a very painful fingering, watching her jump in pain. "Get up, and remove your dress, I want you only in your underwear. It is time you learn firsthand some of what you have seen in these books. And Michael will be here soon, wanting to enjoy the delights your body has to offer."

Sara got up and stood between John's legs as he sat there, looking up at her. His hands moved to her hips, watching as she slowly unbuttoned the ten or so buttons running up the front of the dress. She slowly revealed the silky garments underneath. She pushed the dress from her shoulders and let if fall down onto the floor behind her.

"Hands behind your head, legs spread. Wider, I want your legs spread wider. Come on, Sara. I will have you naked soon." He watched as she submissively complied with his desires, smiling at her lack of reluctance so far. Wait until Michael's and his desires became more perverted. By that time, even her reluctance will be overcome by the bondage she would be placed in. She looked so beautiful. John was so lucky to have this job, not only because he was paid well, but also being allowed to subject the female servants to his perverted ways. He looked at her breasts, the silky camisole strained tightly over the erect nipples. He knew that it was a combination of the material rubbing over them and also the secret desire she possessed to be taken against her will. His gaze moved down to her small waist, to where her womanly hips began to flare out. She had a shapely ass, taut and resilient. The best was nestled between the tiny, silk panties, small ribbon ties holding them together at the side. Beneath them lay her naked, red bush, hiding her wet pussy. It was a bright red, shared by the hair on her head.

Michael's friends would be entranced with her, making sure that she would be displayed openly when they partied here. She would have to endure frequent examinations of her pussy and anus, his friends loving to play "doctor" with Michael's maids. Michael had all of the usual doctor’s instruments, including some specially designed speculums, speculums that would open vaginal and anal openings to large gaping holes. John had built a gynecologist table years before, modifying a used one to allow for even a greater spread of the stirrup. They almost split one up the middle, a maid a year ago, a small framed girl unable to withstand the obscene spread of her legs. It also moved up higher, raising her ass up from the table over a foot, allowing unfettered access to her asshole. The head of the table could be folded downward, withdrawing the support behind the females head, forcing it to bend painfully back. In this position, she could be manipulated to allow maximum penetration of her throat with a hard cock. One had almost choked to death on the cock of a black servant they had brought in to service her. He had a cock that was almost fifteen inches long, a massive weapon that was only good for inflicting the maximum amount of pain on the sexual organs of a bound female. It was not made for pleasure, only pain.

"Is your pussy wet, thinking about what I am going to do to your body, Sara? Turn, facing the mirror. I want you to watch in the mirror as my hands take liberties with your body." He stood behind her, moving closer until his cock was pushed against her ass again. "Yes, I know you can feel my cock twitching against your tight ass. Pull your camisole off, I want to see your naked tits," he ordered her.

Sara could feel him behind her, his cock rubbing sensuously against her ass cheeks. She heard his command, lowering her arms down, grabbing the camisole at the bottom and slowly pulling it up. She saw her own image in the mirror, her naked skin gradually showing. First the underside of her breasts began to show. There was no sag, young, perky tits that would sag later in life but for now they stood up proudly. Higher it went, John's cock twitching as her areolas and nipples began to peek out. Her areolas were a dark brown, her nipples, a pretty pink in the sea of darkness. She shuddered as the silky camisole rubbed over the nipples, inspiring them into even greater hardness, now the size of tiny marbles, hard and sensitive to the air and touch. She knew that John liked to pinch them, making them ache in pain. But they always seem to get bigger when he did. She remember one picture in the book, a female was bound tightly on a table. A pillow was thrust behind her back, arching her up, her tits now the most prominent part of her body, hard, pointed nipples pointing up to the ceiling. The next picture had shown string, rough thick string looped around the areolas and nipples of the victim in a noose and pulled tightly, trapping the blood into the end of the buds, turning dark red. She could imagine how sensitive they would be. The next picture showed the strings tied to some apparatus in the ceiling, slowly pulling the string tighter and tighter, the nipples painfully pulled from the victim’s body. You could see the look of anguish on her face as they were crushed and stretched painfully.

"Wake up, dreaming about what I am going to do to you?" he laughed. "Get that top off so I can pinch those luscious tits and nipples. I know you like that, the pain as I abuse your young body."

John's voice brought back her reality, standing half naked before the mirror, a thick cock pushed against her ass, waiting to fuck her pussy hard. She pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor, her hands moving to cover her breasts with her palms without thinking, embarrassed to be naked before a servant. She felt John's hands cover her, his cold, clammy hands molded around hers.

"No need to be so embarrassed maybe you want to make your nipples hard for me. Would you like to show me how you play with your nipples, Sara?" He grabbed her hands and began to squeeze them, forcing Sara to do the same to her perky tits. He pulled her fingers back, revealing her nipples, "pluck your nipples with your fingers for me, show me how hard you can make them," he ordered her.

Sara was being forced to caress her own body as John watched. She could see her reflection, her fingers pinching her own nipples, arousing them for John's pleasure.

"Pinch them harder, like I would do to you. Yes, like that, see how dark red the nipple gets. Good girl, it hurts doesn't it, Sara."

"Please, they hurt," she moaned, her nipples aching from her own ministrations.

"Pinch the nipple with your fingernails real hard just once and I will let you stop," he ordered her.

"OOOW," she moaned in pain as her sharp fingernails dug into the tender nipples, almost drawing blood as they did. She felt his cock jerk again on her ass cheeks, pleased at her own degradation.

John pushed her hands away, dropping uselessly to her sides as he began to play with the youthful mounds. He molded and squeezed them in his big hands, watching them jiggle as he bounced them up and down, before returning to the areolas and running a ragged fingernail around the age, tiny goose bumps appearing as he did. The nipples stood out hard and pointed, aching to be touched as he teased around them before his fingers returned to tease them into hard pebbles.

Her tits bounced up and down as John slapped them back and forth, his fingers playing over the tips. She gritted her teeth as his fingers finally returned to her nipples and began to tighten on the nubs, his strong fingers mashing the delicate flesh between them, squeezing the blood from them. He began to pull her tits by the nipples, stretching them from her body, her beautiful breasts now pulled into an obscene shape. "Toooo far, you're pulling them out to far," she cried out, his fingers painfully stretching her pink nipples over two inches long.

"More, I can stretch them more, on your toes," he ordered her, watching her in the mirror as she began to get up on her toes, hoping to relieve some of the ache and strain on her abused nipples. He pulled higher, her legs taut, stretched up high on her toes, balanced precariously.