***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***
Mia Milosevic, 18, is feeling sexy, wrapped in black lace and soft silk hugging her curves quite flatteringly, with a bodice squeezing in her belly, and her breasts held firmly, sleeves adorn her arms with embroidered floral swirls, and a lace choker binds her neck with a small silver bell dangling from it. Her legs smooth and black in tights covering her feet up to her waist, she has never felt so good about herself; a treat from her work flaunting on camera, affording her a new perspective to try new things.
This newfound look isn't just for the young teen though, as she has a date with her college tutor, John John, 38, who is taking her to his house. He has opted for their first date to cook for them, enjoying a nice meal, with some classic rock bathing the air with electric pulsing matching the electric pulsing through their bodies. Bottles of beer are offered and tasted as the pair dine and drink to fuel their true appetite; for each other. Spending hours in each other's company, they share laughter, and small talk, flirting but not getting too close.
John invites Mia, "Come," leading her down into his basement, descending the stairs deep down steep steps, arriving underground in a cellar with racks of wine stored, and boxes taped sealed, and a heavy wooden door being pushed open by the tutor, unveiling a room with leather walls, floor and ceiling, manacles hanging from chains threaded through rings on the far wall, a wooden chair covered in spikes, and an iron cage suspended from the ceiling.
Mia looks around at everything, shocked by this revelation from someone who seems so plain. He hardly seemed interested in her on their first encounter, but he was the one who asked for this date, so maybe he was just playing hard to get? I don't know. I'm intrigued by what I see, so how about I show him a good time.
John proposes, "You should strip," standing, watching, waiting.
Mia slowly teases her dress off her shoulders, but John is not wanting to take things slow, hurrying to her to tear at the delicate dress, ripping it apart at the seems, pulling away the silk from her skin. Distressed, Mia protests, "Hey, watch it! That wasn't cheap. What the fuck?"
John slaps the young teen hard across her cheek, glaring at her with wide-eyes, and huffing loudly from his nostrils like a dragon breathing smoke. He continues to disrobe the teen by force, holding his intense stare into her eyes, captivating her attention as she struggles to maintain her composure.
Standing completely naked for her teacher, Mia is taken by the wrist and dragged across to the chained manacles hanging from the wall, having them clasped to her wrists, feeling the cold metal freeze her soul. She is no stranger to bondage, and she does trust her tutor. He has a duty of care. He asked me on this date. He wants me. This is a surprise, but that's not bad, right?
John commands, "Sit."
Mia reluctantly squats, soon feeling the strain of the chains, not long enough to comfortably get lower, so she resists, saying, "I can't."
John pushes on her shoulders, pressing down, seething, "Sit," forcing her to meet the floor with her arse with a hard bang.
Mia's arms are stretched up above her head, hurting her hands and thumbs as the manacles squeeze against the bones, and her shoulders feel as if they are going to be pulled apart from her body. Naked, and hurting, the young teen finds strength to ask, "What is this?"
John explains, "I don't like you; not in that way. I barely know you to like you as a person, and, you are far from beautiful enough for me to be aroused by you, but, needs must. You see, I have a friend, who needed me to lure you in, all so he can have his way with you."
Mia looks confused at the tutor, hearing footsteps behind him as she looks to see her father walking towards her. She scuttles back with her thighs, hardly able to move even an inch from the position she is in, but she struggles anyway, her heart pounding in her throat, like she wants to be sick. She watches her father closely as he looms over her.
John continues to explain, "You see, you never questioned how I knew about your home life, because all the police told me was you had been kidnapped and sexually assaulted. They didn't say by whom, and they certainly didn't elaborate on any details, but he did. He came to me, knowing you would be coming in to class, knowing your hopes and dreams of your studies leading to a better life, so he reached out to me for help. He told me everything about you, and I gave him safe harbour from the authorities."
Mia's father scolds his daughter, "You are a whore; a filthy whore. And, stupid for thinking that anyone could love you like that."
Mia bitterly scowls, "You keep coming back for more though."
Mia's father preaches, "I have a duty as a father to teach my child, and I teach my child the filth and disgrace of the flesh, and it's corruption." He gets his penis out, holding it steady as he rains a golden shower to spray over the young teen, saying as he does so, "I wash away that corruption, in the hope that you will abstain from any more ideas of being a whore, like your filthy mother."
The piss pouring over the young teen smells strong, and is dark in colour, making Mia have to decide between holding her breath, and inhaling the stench, both are uncomfortable. So, Mia holds her breath, trying as hard as she can to block out the rich stench, but, with the spattering of the yellow droplets, and the pressure of the golden stream on her skin, she has to inhale hard, taking into her mouth a bitter mist tinging her tongue. Quickly, she presses her lips shut, spitting from her closed mouth, hoping to empty it of the mist.
A thick glob of spit splats on her face from her father, and the rain ends with a few additional splashes shaken from the foreskin. Mia sounds scared as she says, "I am a whore... I'm sick... I'm sorry... I just want to come home to you, Dad... Let's go home, please?"
Mia's father screams, "You think you can be forgiven that easily?," slapping his daughter hard across her face. He grabs hold of her throat, throttling the life out of her, relenting only to stand astride her face, pressing his limp cock into her mouth, brushing her teeth until the blood flows to inflate him like a balloon. He squeezes his daughter's throat harder, forcing her to open her mouth, taking his penis inside.
