Two weeks, after her twelfth birthday, Celia found herself over Anne's knee being whacked with a heavy eighteen-inch 'ruler'. The previous twelve-inch light ruler had long since given up the ghost. After nineteen strokes to her plump little ass, Celia orgasmed -- loudly and wetly, soaking her mother's lap, the brocaded cushion of the dining room chair they were on, and the deep piled carpet beneath them. Her mother never spanked her again.
At the late age of fifteen, her menses began, but Celia felt no discomfort. In fact, her periods brought her a heightened sexual stimulus. At such times, she would 'spank' her pubes sharply with her palm or a ruler until she achieved orgasm. She performed this ritual at least a dozen times a day during her period. She evidently hadn't discovered her clitoris, and she never thought to masturbate between her periods. Further, Celia found this was another source of blood. She would lick her bloody palm and/or the bloody ruler after each orgasm.
When her parents took her to doctors, they were told that Celia had a genetic disorder that was not curable. They said that some people couldn't feel anything and were in danger of failing to have serious wounds and broken bones treated. Celia's problem wasn't that severe, but evidently what others perceived as pain felt good to her. She was able to fully feel the pain initially, but it faded immediately and was replaced with a pleasant glow.
Celia's parents thought that she would always need supervision, theirs or a husband's when she married. For this reason, she was not permitted to go off to college. After graduation from high school, Celia went to work at a Victoria's Secrets store. She was stimulated by the sexy clothes but didn't know why.
Celia was gaga over thirty year old Ken. When he came into the Victoria's Secrets store, she became weak in the knees. She couldn't wait on him and whichever girl he was with at the time because she became tongue-tied. Nineteen-year-old Celia felt that she would faint if Ken spoke to her.
One day, Ken spoke to her. She peed her pants. She ran to the ladies' room sobbing. One of the other clerks, who saw what had happened, grabbed a pair of panties from a counter and a sexy dress off a rack and followed Celia into the ladies room. Celia was standing in the middle of the ladies' room wet, shaking and crying. The clerk took off Celia's wet dress, pulled off her panties, wet some paper towels, and wiped the pee from Celia's pubes and legs. She then helped Celia put on the clean panties and pulled the sexy dress over Celia's head and down her slim body. Taking Celia by the hand, she pulled her back to the showroom. Too late. Ken had left already. The store manager called a taxi and sent Celia home.
The following week, Ken returned to the store without a girl in tow. When a clerk approached him, he requested that she ask Celia to go to lunch with him. He had asked the clerk because he was concerned that Celia might pee herself again. When the clerk told her what Ken wanted, Celia was able to squeeze her bladder sphincter until she got to the ladies' room, but she had to be sent home in a taxi again.
Unfortunately, many women gravitate to 'bad boys'. It may be because they are more exciting than 'nice guys'. That was not what attracted Celia to Ken. It was his physique and handsome face that turned her into mush. Her chemistry - her hormones betrayed her.
Two weeks later, a very beautiful girl came into the shop and approached Celia with a message from Ken. The girl told Celia that she would go to bed with Celia, or if that weren't Celia's orientation, Ken would meet Celia at his photo studio's back room. Celia was shocked and turned her down on both counts. The girl left, shaking her head.
A few weeks later, the gorgeous girl returned and asked Celia if she wanted to go to bed with both her and Ken. Celia almost said yes because she was so infatuated with Ken, but she regretfully said no.
A month later, Celia was in bed with Ken having her brains fucked out. The gorgeous girl, now naked, waited until Ken pulled out of Celia's body. Then she sucked Ken's penis, cleaning him off and downing any residual semen. Celia was too weak to move and nearly comatose.
The beautiful nude girl, Karla, sucked and licked the blood of Celia's broken hymen and Ken's semen from Celia's vagina. She then performed cunnilingus until Celia orgasmed several times. Then she drove her tongue deep into Celia as far as her tongue would reach. She kept this up until she had cleaned out Celia's juices and residual blood from the torn hymen. She finished by licking Celia's outer genitals clean and dry. This was the price that this straight girl had to pay to be Ken's mistress.
Usually, Ken would sleep with a girl only once or twice, -or again, if she agreed to a threesome and to do what Karla had just done to Celia. Then he'd move on to his next conquest. His motto, one that he had picked up from a British tabloid, was: "Fresh cunt, fresh courage." He especially enjoyed "popping cherries". Karla was willing to demean herself to get Ken's attention and had performed this service several times with different girls. She was willing to do so as often as Ken wanted. She had even swallowed (so to speak) her pride and smiled when he called her 'cunt licker' even when his --or her- friends were nearby. Ken was addicted to pussy; however, Karla was addicted to Ken. She refused him nothing.
Ken disliked the fact that his addiction to pussy ruled him. His lack of control enraged him, and he took out that rage on the women he bedded. He was cruel --but despite the brutality that he employed, women put up with it just to be with him. His favorite ploy was to kiss her throat, the corners of her mouth, and her lips with tender passion. After having her disrobe, he'd kiss, fondle, pet, caress, and play with the girl's body and breasts until she was limp with desire -- on fire. However, he never kissed or licked her genitals. If she indicated that she would like that, he told her, "That's women's work. Find a woman to go down on you." He would constantly stick a large finger into her to test vaginal lubrication but was careful not to damage her hymen if he found one. He had other plans for that dainty morsel.
He would then tell the girl that the foreplay had been for her, but he needed other stimulation for his arousal. He would get her to agree -- promise -- that she would allow him his form of foreplay. By this time, the poor girl was so gripped by sexual desire that she would have agreed to anything. He then had her place herself spread-eagled on the bed and told her that if she moved her hands, arms, or legs even a fraction of an inch, he would immediately tell her to get dressed and leave. He had, in the past, thought of tying the girl to the bed, but forcing her to remain still of her own volition was more diabolical. When the girl was shivering in anticipation believing he was about to stimulate her in new ways, Ken set about to punish her because his need for pussy dominated his life.
Ken would take the girl's lubrication soaked panties and place them in a drawer of his nightstand. From that same drawer, he'd take the panties of the girl he'd last used, fold them, dampen the crotch with a few drops of water, and shove them into the girl's mouth, crotch against her tongue. He'd tell her he'd remove them if she could tell from the taste to whom they belonged. The girl would gag and try to spit them out, but Ken would laugh and tell her to suck on them. If the girl continued trying to eject them, he'd tape them into her mouth. Her slobber would wet the panties and 'enhance' the taste; of course, she couldn't name the owner unless she had licked and memorized the vaginal taste of half the girls in town; the cotton or gauzy material would muffle her future screams.
Ken would caress her clitoris tenderly until it was 'standing at attention'. Then he would use his thumb and middle finger to snap it gently. Ken's hands were large and strong. He could inflict a lot of pain with the snaps. The girl might flinch but would hold still as she had promised to do. He'd tell her to count out loud each of a dozen snaps that he was about to bestow upon her. The first of the dozen was harsh and the girl would arch her back and maybe yelp, but she would dutifully say "one" through the panty gag and strive to remain immobile. The next eleven were even more brutal. She would scream, her back would arch, her legs would tremble, her hands would clench, her knees would point inward -- desperate to close and stop the pain, but she would have counted each of the snaps -- and she would not otherwise have moved.
After the dozen finger snaps to her clit, Ken moved to her nipples. He would take them between his thumb and the second knuckle joint of his index finger and begin increasing pressure until the girl was sobbing and pleading with him to stop. She would not have moved her hands to her breasts to foil him. As if that weren't enough, he'd twist her nipples sometimes 180 degrees - or more if he thought they wouldn't tear off. At this point, the poor girl would be almost unconscious from pain.
