Kissing me as tenderly as she knew how, she just whispered "Goodnight dad. Go to Natalie now, she needs you as much as I do."

I needed them more than anything I realised.

I could see Michelle snuggled up against her father as I crossed the room. She was just a little girl like all the rest of them. So obviously trusting of him, she was sound asleep, his arms around her encircling her young breasts as he held her to him. Jerry was fast asleep too. I wondered if they had been active a little earlier. I was sure they would have, Michelle would have seen to it. Besides, the happy if not angelic look on her face virtually guaranteed the fact!.

Natalie was almost asleep – completely naked. How could one father have so many impossibly sexy daughters? As I climbed in, she half-stirred and I pulled her to me. I kissed her neck and allowed my hands to slip under her arms and then to gently caress her enticingly warm breasts. She made a little sound like "mmmmmm." I nuzzled her deeper as I fondled those beautifully soft and pliant mounds upon which her nipples were indisputably hardening.

"Make love to me dad," she murmured, still three-quarters drowsy.

Has it come to your notice by chance, just how sexy and satisfying it is to penetrate a girl when she is half-asleep? The "possessional" and "submissive" factors come readily into play when you are able to push further and further into her as she just sighs and wriggles in a barely conscious condition. Natalie just lay there on her side, having turned to face me. Holding her leg up slightly I just permitted myself the luxury of pushing in between the folds of her labia as she lightly groaned with anticipation. I kissed her and continued penetrating her gently until she simply fell asleep as the rhythmic pleasure overcame all else. Very gently I eased her onto her back.

Even by such moonlight as had found its way into that cabin, I could see clearly her sweet and quite innocent expression as she slept there, one hand on her tummy the other on the pillow. The night’s activities would have fairly exhausted her, as it would have all of them. Slowly I parted her legs and knelt between them. She barely stirred as I penetrated her once more. More than anything, I wanted her to stay asleep this time.

Her compliant little pussy was making me so hot I found it hard to restrain myself but by necessity, I stuck with the game plan and intruded upon her womb’s antechamber as one might a very young virgin. That she felt pleasure, even asleep, was quite obvious by the lightest of sounds issuing from her lips and a few satisfied half-smiles on her pretty face. Occasionally I would kiss her breasts and at one stage she even raised her own hand to her nipples, pleasuring herself in her unconscious state.

I could feel her vaginal muscles engaging automatic clamp-mode even as my own pleasure reached its zenith. Concurrently I became aware that her legs were spreading yet further apart and simply the sensation of being inside her while she remained in so submissive a position, carried me over the edge. Never had I actually "felt" the ejaculatory process more keenly and as I pumped the last few milligrams of remaining sperm inside her, I wished for just the briefest of unintelligent moments, that I was making her pregnant.

Withdrawing, I lay beside her and just watched as she slowly turned on her side, one hand fulfilling an automatic response to cup her pussy protectively. I was asleep myself within five minutes, but not before I kissed her moist, almost pouty little lips just one more time.

The morning brought complete chaos! Think about it - five teenage girls and one bathroom? By the time the last one (Larissa) emerged, a veritable assembly-line of scrubbed, sweet-smelling youth filled the cabin with sexy promise. Not that anyone was thinking along those specific lines I would imagine, given the previous night’s frenetic activities. As I have so often observed, how can these girls look just such untouched and innocent little virgins in the light of a new dawn, given their unrestrained erotic involvement just hours earlier? Jenna especially, has recuperative powers denied the average Tibetan Monk. Even as, smiling sweetly at me from across the room whilst tying her hair back neatly, she called out "Morning daddy!" I knew what she was really thinking. I’m sure she picked-up on my underlying preferences too!

Breakfast was a smorgasboard of optional delights, from an olde English fried platter to a more traditional European-styled croissant and fresh fruit conglomerate. Being British by birthright, the sausages, bacon and scrambled eggs won-out as far as my palate was concerned.

It was later while we all hung out on the private balcony, observing the far distant land mass of Vanuatu, that I realised that for all our memorable interactions at the various Harper gatherings, we had never really spent any time getting to know each other, let alone each other’s daughters. Pleasant as removing the girl’s bras and panties have been all year, plus any and all ensuing debauchery, except for Larissa, I really didn’t know what made them all tick. Thus seated on the extended sea-lounge with my arm around Michelle and Larissa, hugging them to me and chatting on a wide range of subjects of common interest, I noticed Jerry over by the handrail talking animatedly with Jenna. At the other end of the balcony, George, Kylie and Natalie had drawn up three deck-chairs together and I could see him holding each girl’s hand on either side rather intimately, as the three of them chatted away obviously greatly enjoying each other’s company.

That’s really what this cruise inevitably was all about – company!

Quite a strong breeze had blown up and with the girls’ hair billowing around their shoulders albeit quite delightfully, we decided to go back inside. That’s the one advantage of a receding hairline such that the years have inflicted on my good self. Even In hurricane-force winds, I look little different!

Disembarking many hours later at Port Vila, we decided that rather than try to co-ordinate a party of thirty-plus people, everyone would just do their own touristy thing, with the aim of a late rendezvous back aboard The Pacific Princess early in the evening. Wonderfully warm but without any energy-sapping humidity, you couldn’t have asked for more pleasurable conditions. Appealingly dressed young girls as far as the eye could see – and not just in our party either, added to the tropical attractions on display that morning.

"Aren’t we enough for you dad?" Kylie teased, slipping her arm into mine as she walked alongside, fully interrupting my thoughts as I watched a pretty little red-head just ahead of us tying her hair up into a pony-tail as she walked with her family. I have always found it fascinating how girls do that so neatly with no way of seeing what they’re doing.

"Well, since you ask Kylie!……." I replied. She looked-up at me quizzically for a moment before tugging my arm playfully and flashing that sexy little smile she does when the situation calls for it.

Just then, Chloe and Kirsten caught us up and making it obvious they wanted an early-morning hug – who was I to disappoint them? In the skimpy little summer-dress she had on, freshly-washed hair curling up around her shoulders, Kirsten looked for all the world a young teenager now, rather than someone in their second-last year of primary school. She cuddled like one too. Now I really was distracted!

Having first sought their dad’s permission, they asked if they could tag along with Jenna. To be honest, Graham was that busy trying to ingratiate himself between Natalie and Kylie I think he would have agreed to whatever they’d asked. I sure as hell didn’t mind. A couple more hot little teases on site was precisely the kind of therapy I figured I could always use. Under-age or not, I most assuredly wasn’t about to get picky!

Jerry and Michelle were last seen linking-up with Keith, Brittany and Wayne’s cabin-load, all heading off for a few Melanesian delights at a place called Poppy’s on The Lagoon.

The gentlest of "Good mornings" assailed me and my day was complete as Larissa took my hand.

"Ohhh Hi sweetheart," I said, turning my head and giving her a kiss on the lips, "This is a really nice surprise I don’t mind saying. Where’s your dad?"

"He’s with Warwick, Brianna, Mal and Cathy," she replied softly, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, "I don’t know where they’re going – he didn’t say."

I didn’t care either and holding her tight we crossed the road as Jenna had unfortunately just seen her first souvenir shop. I cursed the fact I had forgotten to cut-up my Amex card before leaving the cabin.

Were I to exhaustively detail the ensuing six or seven hours, readers of this site would understandably be bored to distraction having not logged-in one imagines, to be regaled with a PG-rated re-run of Gilligan’s Island. I must however make mention of one memorable interlude.

The aptly named Hideaway Island Resort links up with a magnificent Marine sanctuary whose crystal-clear waters are home to amongst other things, the world’s only underwater post-office. Visitors are offered a range of cutesy waterproof letters and postcards which after completing and addressing you have to "mail" by diving into the sea and hand delivering to the postmaster himself who is decked out in full snorkelling gear and seated in a rather natty Vanuatu Post cubicle behind his desk on the sea floor. For young kids in the peak of condition, it is easy enough to hold your breath for the twenty-five seconds or so it takes to ‘deliver’ the item.

All the girls had their bikini swimmers on underneath their dresses/shorts whatever, and gazing at this constant parade of skimpy little tops and bottoms as they discarded their outer clothing, was more than worth the price of admission. Watching Chloe and Jenna as they followed each other into the water I was thinking, "Hell, what a rush for that guy down there, seeing an unending procession of semi-exposed budding young breasts swimming towards you all day. Whatever they paid him, it was way too much!

Even as Kirsten and Larissa hauled themselves back up on to the rectangular diving platform, Paul and his daughter Chantelle turned up. Not having met Graham, I introduced them to one another. The girls of course, all being at the same school, knew each other already.

At the furthest end of the resort the jungle encroaches almost to the breakwater and appearing to be completely deserted along the far beach, the girls all wanted to sunbake for a while. Fortunately, Natalie and Larissa had shown a commendable degree of forward-thinking in bringing a blanket each. Laying them down where we found some shade from the overhanging tropical growth, Most of us squeezed on to them with just Kirsten, Jenna and Chantelle electing to lie face-down on the sand. Hot though not murderously so, Graham, Paul and I shared sun-screen-application duties. Could there be a more pleasurable task?

Cream all over your fingertips bequeaths the masseur almost carte blanche to intrude on semi-indecent areas of the female body one otherwise could barely justify. Graham in particular I noticed, was not one to pass up any such opportunity. Crouched behind Natalie as she knelt in front of him, he clearly was taking his time rubbing lotion into her shoulders while slipping her straps far lower than were necessary. Working his way around to the front I saw his fingers deftly smoothing the cream deep into her cleavage as she protected what fragmentary modesty those skimpy little cups afforded, by holding them tightly to her breasts. She smiled up at him cheekily a couple of times.

I should be so hypocritical! With Chloe stretched out face-down beside me, I was applying lotion to her lower back and with that pert little ass just begging for some meaningful contact, I worked my fingers experimentally beneath her elastic and allowed myself the luxury of smoothing a little more "protection" across the top of those hot little cheeks. Giggling, she turned her pretty head towards me and wriggled that little bottom as sexily as she knew how.

I moved on to Kirsten as Graham indicated to Kylie she should take her sister’s place on the rug. Teasing him unmercifully, she knelt there facing him, holding her hair back off her face with both hands, which of course had the effect of thrusting her breasts out right in front of him. The most inept attorney should have been able to get him off any pending sexual-assault charge by pleading ‘unfair duress’ or ‘temporary insanity.’

Even as I began rubbing lotion onto Kirsten’s shoulders, my eyes were glued to Graham’s applicatory methods. Firstly ensuring that her cheeks, nose and forehead were protected, he made his way south and smothering her neck with block-out, he began working it in. Kylie having let go of her hair now just sat there, breasts as prominent as before, idly watching as he warmed to his task, his fingers now just inches above the curve of her breasts. Looking up, I saw her smile at him and I would swear she wriggled her shoulders suggestively. Seizing the initiative, and using both hands now, he began to massage the very top of her breasts and if that wasn’t a slight gasp of pleasure I heard Kylie give out…then I’m obviously delusional.

At the point he actually slipped her straps down, exposing her breasts right to nipple level she quite audibly murmured something…I couldn’t hear exactly. What I was then privy to witness though, brought on measurable cardiac irregularity. Quite without embarrassment, he began working the lotion across and between her breasts, one hand deep inside either cup and massaging her at will. Gravity being what it is, her top slipped completely down exposing her breasts fully and Graham’s ministrations of them. For their part, Larissa, Kirsten, Chloe and Natalie were simply staring open-mouthed at Kylie’s predicament. Jenna was in no position to – lying as she was on her tummy on the far rug, while Paul gave her lower-back the treatment.

"Hold your hair back for me again Kylie." Graham muttered. I think she would have stripped for him if he had asked her to.

Posed thus, her nipples completely erect now, she could only gasp quietly as he continued rubbing and manipulating those fair-skinned little mounds. He even took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss both her breasts as she knelt there. That which he performed on her left nipple looked more of a quantitative suck but hey, let’s give him the benefit of the doubt on that one. Pulling her top back up for her, Kylie looked marginally disappointed for a second. He had her then lay face down.

"Would you like to do that to me?" broke my reverie. Little Kirsten looked back at me expectantly and I realised her back was awash with block-out.

"Er…..well maybe in a few years sweetheart," I managed to reply, hastily disposing of the surplus cream in fully legal areas of her young body. Ok…so maybe I did slip a little low once or twice…can you blame me?

Having found inarguable success with his earlier modus operendi, Graham saw no reason to change tack. Rubbing oil across Kylie’s back, taking care to work it well into those delightful inward curves just above her hips which had her wriggling noticeably, he came ultimately to her bikini pants that hid little of what lay beneath. Looking across at me for what reason I know not, I simply inclined my head as if sensing his unspoken question.

"Noooooooooo," she gasped, as he tugged the thin material down sufficiently to reveal the onset of her delightful cleft. "Don’t pull my pants down…please!" she begged.

By then however, Graham was already rubbing the lotion well below her panty-line and heading lower. Kylie for her part, was certainly no longer being verbally critical of his work-ethic and had begun wriggling in earnest the further south his hands reached.

Ultimately, he didn’t have to pull anything down. The combination of her hip movements and his ever firm massaging of her upper cheeks caused the material to slide lower and lower. In five minutes her entire bottom was exposed and probably so highly aroused herself by then, she let Graham tug them the rest of the way after which she just kicked them off.

Now, it was becoming interesting!

Working his way inside her thighs which had the un-surprising effect of seeing those deliciously tempting and now fully naked legs parting perceptibly, it behove Graham to glance back at me once more. This time, I didn’t need his flight plan – I knew what he had in mind. (my own hand by now had inched its way to within centimetres of Kirsten’s central hotspot) I nodded my acquiescence.

I think he found her G-spot in seconds. Kylie was quite out of control as he slipped God-knows how many fingers up inside her. So spread was she now and so hot was it to look upon, both little Chantelle and Natalie had a hand down their own bikini working the system steadily.

It was one of the quickest orgasms I ever saw Kylie pull down – one of the noisiest too. Problem is….every girl then wanted the same treatment. We could hardly fuck them all on a public beach although the nearest group would have needed binoculars to even make-out the illegalities being perpetrated. Besides which, it was yet only hours since the previous night’s depravities. There had to be some sense of decorum shown.

Paul already had Jenna’s bikini pants at half-mast I noticed, so pulling them down the rest of the way was the work of but a second. Like her older sister, she was unable to show much restraint once he slipped his fingers up between her slim legs. She didn’t even object to his pulling off her bra additionally, lying then submissively naked for him face down, while he fondled her from neck to crop.

Little Kirsten wanted her own father to "play with her" which suited me – still having understandable qualms about sexually exploiting a ten year old. Thus as Kylie pulled her pants back up and moved to one side, Kirsten positioned herself alongside her dad on her front, giggling madly as he pulled her bikini bottoms down…not for the first time I would guarantee. Was that one hot little girl?

A plaintive "My turn please," caused me to turn round – in time to see Larissa on her hands and knees crawling towards me on the rug from where she had been sitting near Natalie. You wouldn’t have needed a protractor and set-square to work out that the angle of incidence between my eyes and her bikini-top was, if not optimum…life-threatening. And didn’t she know it?

Given that right that moment Graham was committing multiple indictable offenses against his younger daughter, Paul much the same with mine and the other girls all attending to their own little whims and fancies as they watched, I doubt anyone was even looking at us. I kissed Larissa softly on the lips, at the same time slipping a hand down her top where her beautiful young breasts awaited my touch. She whimpered as I grasped her softness, my palm little more than brushing her nipples in passing.

Pulling her to me so that her legs were splayed either side of my lap, I allowed one hand to move up flush between her legs – at that point the bikini pants are the narrowest. So easy then to slip a finger to one side of the elastic and burrow the few centimetres inwards to where girlish innocence once resided but lately was home to a plethora of more adult emotions – love, lust and longing amongst them. Her head on my shoulder now, I pushed in another finger in my quest to please….

Like Kylie, Larissa brought herself to orgasm way quicker than usual. Perhaps the thrill of being fingered in a public place accentuated the pleasure to be had. I must admit I was sorely tempted to move-up a cog or two, and especially with what was in my shorts right about then. As the orgasm washed over her (and my fingers too if the truth be known) the bond we had shared for months now seemed ever closer, my love for her totally superseding the two-way pleasures on offer. I sat there cuddling her for the longest time afterwards, just holding her to me, kissing her softly and realising that never was life ever going to get any better than at this moment.

Chloe I could see, was helping her little sister pull her swimmers back up – I didn’t even get to witness the final stages of her and her dad’s activities. Last I saw he was slipping a finger up between her legs…much to Kirsten’s pleasure. Obviously he gained a pass-mark for his efforts! Jenna had her pants back on and with both hands behind her, was kneeling there trying to hook her top back up while Paul was making it difficult for her, continuing to fondle and kiss her breasts wantonly through the taut material as she wriggled about on the rug.

Eventually we all settled for what we originally went there for. Some quality sunbaking and multiple sessions in the non-violent surf. For a while afterwards I just sat there watching as, kneeling or squatting on the sand, they all combed out their dripping wet hair, their youthful body-language making me ache once more with desire. Listening to their girlish chatter as they either giggled or frowned quite subconsciously, what I would have given to have been eighteen again. The entire session was to be repeated several times on different beaches over the next few days. The faces may have changed, the wonder of it all didn’t!

That evening , reunited aboard the Pacific Princess and seated at the dinner table, there was no shortage of conversation. Seems we weren’t the only group to have been affected by the tropical sun. Brad, Connor, Jerry, even Chris and Anne, had all partaken of the various forbidden fruits on offer it seemed. The girls certainly had great fun exchanging their various experiences with their counterparts across the tables, to judge by the level of giggling between mouthfuls.

I was mid reverie, considerably more than replete, having finished-off not only my own serving of French cheesecake, but also the remains of Kylie’s that she had been forced to leave behind when Connor had asked her for a quick dance. I vaguely noticed the impeccably dressed young steward approaching.

"Excuse me Sir," he said, "May I have a word with you?"

"Have several if you wish," I replied. I was in a good mood.

"Well Sir, is that your daughter?" he asked, indicating the sexy little brunette being twirled around near the live band. Connor’s hand I noticed was somewhat below her Plimsol line.

"It’s one of them," I confessed, "Why? were you thinking of having her partner placed under house-arrest for indecent dancing?"

The poor guy wasn’t big on humor.

"Ohh, no Sir, I just wanted to ask you a question," he replied, looking by now quite embarrassed.

"Shoot," I said.

"Well, its kind of hard to explain Sir, but you see, I was in Cabin 718 last night with two other stewards. We were just delivering a late room-service order." For a second the implication escaped me.

"And?" I enquired.

"And…..well, we stayed for a bit, if you know what I mean Sir." Now he was looking guilty as all Hell.

I looked at him. "Surely," I said, "P & O has rules about its staff fraternising with passengers. Instant dismissal? dishonorable discharge and the like?"

He was almost comatose.

"Y…Yes, they do Sir, but we just couldn’t believe what we saw…and a couple of the men there talked to some girls and then asked us if we’d like to stay a while."

I was quietly imagining in what state of undress Tanya, Brittany, Chantelle and whoever else, must have been in and/or what further was taking place at the time…

"Well anyway….what is your name lad?’ I interrupted myself,

"Ryan Sir."

"Yeah, well anyway Ryan…what’s all that got to do with my daughter over there?"

He looked like he was expecting me to punch him in the mouth at any moment.

"Well, the fact is Sir, while we were there (he blushed visibly) two of the girls told us that……that everyone in your party was doing what we were."

"And what exactly were you doing Ryan??" I enquired, trying swiftly to gather my thoughts at this point.

"Just what everyone else was," he stammered, "You know….doing it to the girls."

A forced silence ensued.

"I see Ryan," I said eventually. "So doubtless, you’re assuming much the same went on in our cabin and you want-in on the action….right?"

I could see the lips quiver, I figured he was priming himself for my first blow. His admission hadn’t really bothered me. After all, he was hardly in a position to blackmail anyone, risking as he was not only dismissal, but charges of indecent dealings with a minor…multiple minors probably. I doubt he was prepared for fifteen years in the slammer.

"To be honest Sir," he continued – bravely, I thought, "Geoff, Don and I…they’re the other two stewards, were saying earlier just how pretty your daughter is and we were kinda wondering if she’d like to come up to our cabin later….we could get her in without anyone seeing."

Only his forthright honesty prevented me from breaking his nose.

"So let me get this straight Ryan," I answered. "You get yourselves invited into Cabin 718, fuck yourselves stupid, then presume from what you’re told, the same thing’s happening in the other cabins nearby. You see my daughter later, like what you see and make the assumption she’s in on the action too. Then, hoping she’s basically the hot little slut you’ve already imagined, you come to me to ask if I can see my way clear to arranging an introduction? Have I missed anything lad?"

To say the color was rising in his cheeks would be the understatement of all time. He was speechless, if not paralysed with shock. I figured I best keep talking.

"A few facts are in order son. My daughter does not make house calls – you get what I’m saying Ryan? I don’t know what you heard in 718 or what you think goes on, but I’m not running a booking-service here for my daughter’s favors." Deflated now to the point of cowed submission, I almost felt sorry for the boy. Fact is, he was rather likeable.

"Now if you were to be invited to our cabin by whatever miracle – well that might be a different story." I added consolingly. "You simply then got the problem of getting the three of yourselves invited."

Just then I noticed Connor escorting Kylie back towards our table. I turned to Ryan.

"Looks like you’re up kid, " I said, "Don’t let the other guy worry you – he’s just a friend of the family."

Kylie came over and gave me a hug as Connor sidestepped us and returned to Sandy who was chatting to Natalie at the far table.

"Kylie," I said, "This is Ryan, one of P & O’s finest!"

From confident cruise-ship professional to stuttering dickwad in just three seconds!

"P..p..pleased to meet you miss." He managed to get out, shaking her hand with less rigidity than that cheesecake I’d recently farewelled. The boy needed help.

"I just invited him and two of his co-steward friends to our cabin tonight Kyles," I turned to Ryan…."What time did you say you’d be off duty lad?"

"Half past ten Sir," he managed to ad-lib.

"Oh, OK then," replied Kylie, "Nice meeting you Ryan," and with that she took off for a small group nearby that included Jerry, Michelle, Warwick and her younger sister.

"Thank you," he muttered, "for the invite I mean." he added by way of quite unnecessary explanation, turning then to leave.

"Just one other thing Ryan," I put an arm round his shoulder. "The really bad news? It’s my cabin…..I’ll be there the whole night!"

"Th..that’s fine Sir," he lied. "I understand that. The three of us will be there at 10.30, OK?" I nodded.

A little later Kylie came back over to me. "What was all that about dad?’ she asked.

"Just three more young guys got a crush on you sweetheart," I told her, "Can you believe he asked if I’d let you go to their cabin?….Simply looking after your interests baby."

"He was rather cute," she giggled.

As it happened, Natalie took-off for Connor and Sandy’s cabin at around 9 p.m. Jenna, Brianna and Danielle were linking up with Nadia, Cathy and Brittany in 720 for God-knows what little scenario and with God-knows whom? George and Larissa had a standing invitation to meet-up with Jerry, Michelle and a few others at Mischa’s nightclub on the main deck.

I had fortuitously organised a little "inviting" of my own. Craig, who I hadn’t really caught-up with since George’s first gathering, rocked-on up to our door shortly after 9 pm with his two girls in tow, followed minutes later by Pete, whose son Mike I learned, had been seconded to duty in cabin 720 with all those other hot little sirens. Last night he had found Kylie much to his liking, I figured Jenna was at short odds to extend his appreciation of the family.

Virginia, Craig’s eldest daughter, was seventeen now - in Kylie’s grade and although not what you might call classically beautiful, was attractive enough, simply full of life and of an adventurous disposition and yes, I do mean in that regard! Several other fathers will vouch for that statement.

Unlike her dark-haired sister, little Rhiannon was nearer a redhead, as pretty as they come and probably the main reason I asked Craig over. Effusive, bubbly – you name it. How many hearts was this one going to break over the next decade? Just fifteen, her first car would likely be sporting the personalised plates DESIRE in eighteen months or so.

She had only been to one Valley get-together and had understandably been sheltered from all but the most basic of interactions (kissing) by Craig. That was OK, Virginia had more than made up for it as I recalled! Like so many other attendees, her mother and father had split-up when she and Virginia had been tots. That she loved and adored her dad was obvious. I retained however the overwhelming conviction that she was yet a virgin.

Kylie was still putting the finishing touches to her presentation-package when Craig and the others arrived. I poured the drinks while the girls congregated in the bathroom and do what girls do in times like this.

One major plus in entertaining friends…especially of the female persuasion on board ship, is the lack of chairs in most cabins. One is forced to use the beds for seating. Admittedly ours had the balcony, which later in the evening proved most accommodating. By judicious shuffling of chairs, lounge and beds, we orchestrated a workable split. Rhiannon and I commandeered the lounge, Pete and Virginia parallel chairs, while Craig and Kylie looked remarkably ‘comfortable’ propped-up on the single bed.

By the time we had covered the inevitable subjects of school, careers, work problems and films we all wished we’d never seen, the alcohol was kicking-in. Craig’s arm had already found it’s way around Kylie’s waist, Pete’s mid-way along Virginia’s thigh while I was fully content to just hold Rhiannon’s exquisitely shaped hand and have her nestle-in closer. So much did she remind me of Kylie just two years ago.

The last thing I expected was to see this beautiful little thing raise her head towards me, quite obviously wanting to be kissed. Given that the other four were by now well down the track in this regard, I pulled her to me and kissed those soft lips as they deserved to be treated. Doesn’t matter how many times the game is enacted – that first time with a beautiful young girl you have never kissed before, cuts loose - at least for me, those self-same emotions ….wonderment, desire and an instinctive need to protect.

The conversation had fallen away as you might expect. So had Virginias’s top, Pete having some hand in this occurrence one might be led to deduce. Craig meanwhile, was availing himself of the convenience of a flat and comfortable bed having laid Kylie down on her back, which in that short skirt offered up no shortage of ideas. Being directly opposite, my view of proceedings might best be described as uncommonly arousing, especially if like myself, one has a penchant for flimsy black underwear.

Kissing begets more kissing and when the recipient is but of extreme tender age, crushed up against your chest and thereby permitting a wicked if not wide-screen view down her blouse, quite obviously in learning-mode also, then it becomes a case of love before honor, or given the nautical flavor of our locale – all hands on deck!

Cupping Rhiannon’s breasts elicited a slight gasp but no resistance. Gently fondling those delicate little mounds, an unutterably beautiful work-in-progress, her softness was an instant aphrodisiac. She glanced downwards as if fascinated by the sight of her departing innocence. With my left arm still around her shoulders, I allowed my hand to gently caress her neck beneath her hairline and she looked up at me making some rather endearing little-girl noises. I slipped the hand at her breasts inside her bra and found what I had hoped for – two delightfully erect young nipples. Rhiannon’s expression glazed on the instant. We had crossed the line from playing to grown-ups.

"It’s OK sweetheart," I reassured her, holding her ever tighter, "You tell me the instant you want me to stop, OK?" She looked at me so trustingly and to be honest….lovingly, it made me shiver momentarily.

Nearby, I could see that Virginia was radically less interested in her little sister’s immediate fate than her own. Having vacated her own chair, she was now sitting on Pete’s lap facing him, her back to us. Exactly what he was doing to her was not readily obvious, but judging by her splayed legs, the fact that her dress was scrunched up around her hips and the pleasurable noises issuing from her, I’d say he was penetrating her pussy with, at the very least, a couple of fingers. Her arched back also gave credence to the likelihood he was suckling her additionally with unfettered relish.

So far as Kylie’s predicament was concerned, I didn’t have to wonder. Her skirt pushed up sufficiently to allow her to spread her legs wide enough to accommodate the least skilled of gynaecologists, Craig had one hand up beneath her panties, rubbing and fingering her to a state of shared Nirvana. Alternating his kisses between her lips and her now exposed breasts, she was wriggling and urging him on to a greater level of involvement.

Little Rhiannon’s cry of "Ohh " as she glanced at first her sister and then Kylie, almost made me ashamed strangely. Somehow I felt it all cheapened her own predicament and I could not entertain the notion suddenly of the four of them watching my progress with such an innocent. Lightly pulling her to her feet, I guided the way to the far side of the room and George and Larissa’s bed.

It was darker there and drawing her down on to the coverlet I just whispered to her, "Let’s leave them to it sweetie, this is way cosier." She squeezed my hand – she understood perfectly.

"Shall I undress?" she asked softly, not so much with any fear of the unknown but rather a willingness I felt, to do that which might please me.

"Just take your skirt and top off love….so they don’t get creased." I added, removing my own trousers and shirt concurrently, while being thankful for the pervading gloom which mercifully hid the thirty-five year gap between our bodies. One clearly offering a ten-year warranty – the other, a day to day proposition. Emotionally I would point out, no such distinction could be drawn.

Together, slipping beneath the covers from either side of the bed, the status-quo was restored and I pulled her to me, aroused dramatically by the contact with her soft skin and the knowledge that she was dressed now only in her bra and panties.

Speaking of arousal – Rhiannon’s older sister was becoming increasingly vocal now as Pete was quite obviously treating her to a vaginal exploratory with something other than his fingers. Kylie too from what I could see at that angle, had allowed Craig to download her knickers and was now lying astride him face-down on his chest as he thrust up into her pussy with commendable zeal.

Lying side by side, I unhooked the tiny bra and tossed it on the floor. Nuzzling her perfectly formed little breasts and nipples, that associated milky smell that is so prevalent in young girls especially, was addling my senses. I was aware of her soft gasps and her own urgency as I began to draw down on her nipples, the first I like to think, afforded the privilege. Rhiannon was on her back now and as I allowed my hand to caress her shoulders, her arms then the flatness of her belly, I felt her stiffening slightly – not with trepidation but more anticipation. Lifting my hand, I replaced it on her left knee and began to caress the skin along her inside lower thigh.

As my hand continued its northbound journey I felt her breathing becoming more and more irregular – my own of course was fortunate to still be working at all. I felt her legs parting instinctively and at the point I placed my hand directly on the front of her panties, gently cupping her most secret of treasures, she was unable to repress a gasp of pent-up emotion.

Kissing her lips, I reassured her and just began to rub her very softly through her panties as I felt her hips moving perceptibly against my hand. The last thing I wanted to do however was to bring her to orgasm just yet. Judging by the noise over the far side of the room though, they were playing by very different rules. I have seen and heard Kylie in extremis enough now to recognise those hot little yelps of passion.

Committed to on-going series of "ohhhhs" now as I continued rubbing her pussy in exactly the right spot, Rhiannon was wriggling about and willing to be fondled and caressed in any spot you care to mention – and I think I had all bases pretty well covered.

"You can take my panties off," she whispered as my lips located a hotspot just beneath her hairline. Music to my ears! They joined their skimpy top-half relative on the floor. Now, having a naked and panting little fifteen-year old girl in bed with you, really is better than a first-division lottery win! Trust me on this.

She had to be shocked stupid at some stage – I pulled her on top of me.

"Oh Gosh," she said as her wonderfully flat tummy came into contact with my anything but flat erection.

"Oh Gosh???? I repeated, "Is that all you can say sweetheart? After all, its your fault this happened. I was trying to keep it a surprise."

I felt her small hand exploring what I hoped was a totally new sensation from her viewpoint. So cool was her touch, for a moment there I recaptured my lost youth.

"It’s so big," She sounded awestruck. "Are you going to put that in me?"

"Only if you would like me to Rhiannon," I answered truthfully. "You are still a virgin aren’t you baby?"

"Yesss," she whispered. I was so pleased!

"OK well tell me the truth sweetie," I added, "This is important to me….Do you really want me to do it? Have you thought about this?"

She was quiet for a couple of seconds, wanting I knew, to be held and kissed.

"Dad told me I would know when it was right and the person was right for me. I always thought it would be a boy but you make me feel so safe…I know you won’t hurt me."

"Well darling," I told her, "I can’t guarantee it won’t hurt just a little. You must have been taught all this in sex-ed classes at school."

"Virginia said it didn’t hurt her at all," she said matter-of-factly. I looked across the room. It sure as Hell wasn’t hurting her now!

Just my opinion, but I believe having the girl on top for her first time is by far the best option. The man still has full penetrative potential but the girl – especially a very young one, can control the depth and the pressure.

Slipping my hand over her shoulder, across her magnificently sculptured little butt and flush up between her legs confirmed two things instantly. She obviously liked the sensation of having things inside her and lubrication was never going to be an issue.

Fingering her for at least three or four minutes initially, I had no need to guide my erection into her – she was well able to manage that all by herself. Of course, lying on me as she was, I had the added benefit of being able to kiss and fondle her breasts at will.

For several minutes she was completely taken up with just having the head of my erection between her labia. When she was comfortable enough to be penetrated further we both entered a brave new world, one I would wish never to have left.

"Are you Ok sweetie?" I asked, feeling her wriggling and not sure whether through discomfort or pleasure. She answered by kissing me passionately. People in discomfort don’t do that!

All roads on this board-game lead ultimately to the same destination. A very large stop sign! Throwing a double-six isn’t gonna help either. There were other considerations also bothering me now.

"Rhiannon," I whispered to her. "I know it’s a little late to ask this, but have you……..?" she cut me off with a face-nuzzle. "Yes..I have silly…..I’ve been on the pill for a month so you needn’t worry. It was dad’s idea."

Not sure I wanted to follow that implication through to its logical conclusion but it was good news nevertheless.

In the wash-up, I can’t claim to have done anything much more than lie there – well at least in those early stages. She knew what pain she could take and even though I knew she was gritting her teeth and hurting in the process, she stuck with it. At the point she bit the bullet and thrust her hips downwards shredding the barrier, she cried-out and I hugged her to me.

Whatever pain she was feeling was outvoted by the body’s needs and once I was deep inside her she wanted what every girl wants. To be taken to the end of the road and for however short a period – to be loved and worshipped for the uniquely beautiful female she is. I could so do that!

Bringing a young girl to her first vaginal orgasm is a privilege and probably as emotionally gratifying an opportunity as may ever come one’s way. You don’t "fuck" emotionally dependent and inexperienced little girls like Rhiannon – you make love to them in every sense of the word. You never lose sight of their complete vulnerability and their dependence on you to protect while you teach…..while you share….while you sexually fulfil.

Having said that though…I think she took me apart. If getting her little pussy filled with white-hot DNA was her plan – it was highly successful. I can recall no more gratifying a moment (and with Nat, Jenna and Kylie, there have certainly been a few of those!)

Emotionally and physically levelled by the experience, she was fit for nothing except sleep. I pulled out of her reluctantly, laid her on her back and kissed her, telling her she was the most beautiful girl and that never would I forget what she had shared with me that night. I think she was unconscious midway through the last sentence.

Getting dressed, I returned to check on the awesome foursome. Whoa! Talk about musical chairs.

I was about to castigate Craig for his fully unsubtle handling of my daughter as he rather indelicately attended to the gaping pussy on its knees center quilt when I realised it wasn’t Kylie. Turning around, I noticed she had replaced Virginia (or had been replaced) on Pete’s lap. Seeing as her black panties were still on the edge of the bed, obviously Pete was without that particular challenge. In any event, so hard was he fucking her, Kylie was reduced to little more than soft moans and intermittent sighs. Two men, one on either side, couldn’t have held her legs any wider.

In a move quite unbefitting my usual mannered etiquette, I moved across on impulse and put my hand right up between her legs and began rubbing the upper part of her pussy even while he continued penetrating her deeply. Topless still, her breasts I couldn’t help but notice, were openly vibrating as a result of the jolting forces in play. Raising her head as I located her now very distended clitoris, she looked at me dreamily, nah, make that lustfully. Either way, I had to kiss her. Right then, Pete crossed the finish line and simply spurted his calling card as far up inside her as he was able. I knew what that felt like!

Not two minutes later a knock at the door. I glanced quickly at my watch. 10.30 p.m.

"Hell Kylie, " I said, "That’s the other three – quick, go make yourself decent." Grabbing her knickers, she took off for the bathroom. Craig and his daughter had obviously run the gamut of extravagant excess. Virginia was sitting up near the pillow clutching her pussy, Craig was learning to breathe again.

I just called out "Be with you in a second Ryan," then tossed Virginia her little blue panties which were sitting on one of the chairs. She wriggled into them which to be honest was no hardship to watch either. All Pete had to do was zip himself up.

Flinging the door open like an episode from "Friends," I ushered in the trio of young hopefuls. Dressed in civvies, any bartender would have asked for id from all of them.

Lacking only the aggression, Geoff was a passably good look-alike for Patrick Swayze. Don in twenty-five years time was cut-out to be a suburban Barney Rubble, toting his own little Betty around – it sure as hell wasn’t going to be a Kylie. For now though, they looked pretty decent clean-cut kids.

Introductions were made with the other four – Kylie was still making good with the repair work. Virginia I noticed, was not unimpressed with Geoff, giving him the full eye-fluttering "Yes I do enjoy fucking" look. Not sure any connection was made and even if it was, at the moment Kylie walked out thirty seconds later it was completely wasted. I was almost struck dumb myself. I even forgot about Rhiannon in the far bed.

You figure someone could totally respray a ’78 Caddy Eldorado in eight minutes? That’s what she’d managed! For a girl who had just been sitting with her legs spread on an older man’s knee, getting herself fucked senseless, what walked out was Alice in Wonderland with a lollipop! I could almost hear Craig’s erection in progress and Pete’s pulse-rate spiral.

Her hair brushed and shining and hanging now around her shoulders, she had found some tight-fitting cream-colored dress in the bathroom somewhere and either ditched her sexy black undies for something more demure or she wasn’t wearing any at all. Either way, she looked the epitome of virginal innocence and no-one meeting her at that moment would have doubted it. The barest hint of mascara, lightly-glossed lips and not a man aboard that ship could have looked upon her standing there so innocently, without having to take-off to the nearest rest room and relieve himself urgently.

If I thought Ryan was a stuttering dickwad earlier, Geoff and Don were reduced to monosyllabic nerds when I introduced Kylie, being able to do little more than shake her hand and grunt. She carried it off well though, knowing full-well the effect she was having on them.

Virginia tried unsuccessfully to engage Geoff in conversation, in fact embarrassingly for her, her dad was more successful in that regard, the two of them discussing life on board ship, the New York Mets and inevitably "How did you end up in this cabin?"….I didn’t hang around to hear what he had to say about that. Ryan, Don and Kylie seemed to hit it off which left Pete and Virginia as the two Nigels. I had to leave and go check on Rhiannon. She was still sound asleep and so I just kissed her lightly on the forehead. I sincerely hoped George and Larissa would be making a long night of it at Mischa’s.

By the time I returned, Don had joined his companions who were shepherding Kylie towards the outside balcony following someone’s observation "Isn’t it a bright moon tonight?" We had even doused the center lights to verify the fact. No one was in any hurry to put them on again either. Pete and Virginia were getting all hot and bothered again in the far corner while Craig was more than interested to know all the ins and outs of his youngest daughter’s recent experiences, confiding in me additionally his own desires in that regard. Call me the world’s greatest hypocrite but it took every bit of willpower to show neither my bitter distaste for such an eventuality or my burgeoning inclination to drop him where he stood. Oddly I realised, I cared less about him fucking my own daughter to the brink of collapse than daring to touch his own innocent little girl. Quite instinctively I knew too she would never be able to share with her father what she and I had experienced. Nor could he ever take from her now that which she had already handed to me so willingly and so lovingly.

I glanced back and saw that Pete had Virginia across the single bed this time, and in the process of tugging her panties down once more. Her father was seated nearby watching impassively. I hoped quite vindictively they both made her sore as hell!

Thought I’d best head off outside and stall any imminent moves for Kylie and the Three Amigos to return indoors. I really didn’t want them seeing Virginia’s predicament and getting quite the wrong idea.

Stepping out on to the balcony, I think it was me had quite the wrong idea. Down the far end alongside the ship’s rail, the four of them were clustered about on that same lounge Kylie and I had shared but twenty four hours earlier. It was a very warm night. At first glance I thought they were just hanging out, chatting about everyday nonsense. It was the fact I couldn’t hear too much chatter that made me look again. As my eyes adjusted to the quite beautiful moonlight, I could see Kylie was snugly encircled by the boys and right that moment was being passionately kissed by Ryan. I can’t be sure, but I have the impression that Geoff had a hand up beneath her dress and was caressing something he definitely shouldn’t be, albeit no complaints were being registered by any party that I could hear.

I was unable to study the tableau further as my unheralded appearance sparked a mass exodus of bodies from the crime-scene. Cries of "Ohh dad," and "I’m sorry Sir," did tend to incriminate certain individuals, but I was not out for justice.

"It’s Ok kids," I reassured them, "I’m unarmed – you’re all safe. Kylie’s a big girl and hey…I was young once myself y’know!"

Don obviously was having second thoughts about throwing himself overboard now and he moved back towards his compatriots. Ryan, who had not moved far from Kylie’s side, sat back on the lounge drawing her down beside him. Geoff’s body language suggested that he didn’t believe a word I said and was waiting for the Uzi to appear.

"Enjoy the moment kids," I told them and stepped back inside, pulling the door to.

Pete, Virginia and her Dad were making-out with unchecked vigor down the far end of the room, but I really wasn’t that interested.

For maybe ten minutes I stood looking down at that angel. I knelt beside her. I could see every feature, from her stubby but cutest of up-turned little noses to her blemish-free skin, smooth cheeks, artistic and delicate eyebrows, tiniest ears and shoulder length hair, splayed-out now as it was on the pillow. She even had the sweetest of breath. I kissed her and she stirred in her sleep. I took a hold of the child’s hand that was free of the covers and resting prettily by her face. If only God could have orchestrated things differently – she could have been mine. I would have loved her more than life itself.

I must have slept for a short time. I was very quiet opening the door to the balcony. I suppose I always knew what I would see. They had her full-length on that lounge, her dress pushed up around her hips, her top unbuttoned to the waist. Ryan was kneeling on the couch rhythmically attuned to her needs, and penetrating her as deeply as he was able. Given the degree of openness her legs were affording, that was considerable. They had her breasts out of course and while Don was taking care of her lips, Geoff was sucking both her nipples and eliciting the most arousing of moans for his trouble. As I approached, I indicated my acceptance of the situation and either through some innate understanding or they were simply all four too far down the track to care any more, they simply continued with their ministrations.

I wanted Ryan to come in her – I wanted them all to! Kylie herself was so transported with pleasure she just smiled as Ryan pumped her full and happily allowed Don to take his friend’s place. I had the impression this was not their first spin of the wheel either. I just watched fascinated as the boy worked up to his climax and contributed yet more residual cum to that overflowing pussy. Incredibly, it all seemed so natural and even as I took the boy’s place, Kylie looked up at me and smiled that lovely smile she has perfected. Even as I reached that inescapably beautiful plateau myself, Kylie and Rhiannon’s expressions were merging. I was making love to perfection, to every beautiful young girl that ever lived. As I came in her, Kylie clung to me and just whispered "Oh dad!"

In my next life, I am going to marry her!

When finally we returned to the main cabin, the other three had departed, Craig having left me a note to "Bring Rhiannon over in the morning." Kylie passed-out within moments. I had more than two hours with Rhiannon before Natalie, Jenna and everyone else returned. Their experiences, not surprisingly would fill another two episodes alone.

Did I make love to her again that night? No, but simply holding her and kissing her in her sleep was just as good – believe me.

Now, you’re all wondering about the title of this episode?

Well, if we move on say six days, and to be honest, the events thus far recorded were to be repeated nightly with just about every cabin combination you care to mention. Getting home was almost blessed relief….I thought!

Not two days after we had gotten back to Sydney, I had one stack of client-database work to catch-up on which was meaning I had to burn the midnight oil for several days running to meet commitments, and let’s be honest, no-one does their best work at 2 in the morning. Just a week after we had gotten back, I was wrapping-up another night’s torture session when I divined an inordinate amount of noise coming from Natalie’s room just down the hallway. Assuming naturally those pesky little bisexual daughters of mine were at it again, I hastened on down to tell them to hush-up and/or to fuck each other rather more quietly. Pushing Nat’s door inwards I was stunned to hear all sorts of passionate outpourings….but no ready source. Definitely no sisters on heat. Walking around the far side of Natalie’s bed, my world fell apart.

Down on her knees in just her thin nightdress, but equally obviously no panties, Natalie was being routinely and obviously most pleasurably, fucked senseless by none other than her older brother.

"Excuse me Chris," I interrupted. "We really have to talk."

 Author's Note:

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Krueger lived in a large house, with spacious secluded grounds in the hill country a few miles outside of town. He had acquired a great deal of wealth that made him financially independent. He had turned his interest in the sexual slavery of women into his avocation. He was well known in S & M circles, nationally. As a result his services were in demand. Because of my relationship with David Rayne, he was willing to take Abbey under his wing. His basic training course for new sexual slaves was two weeks, possibly longer. That decision would be his, and his alone. I would not be able to be part of the training process. He would provide me with video tapes of her training, and on occasion, I could watch what was happening from a secure hiding place, but she must never know that I was there until the training course had been completed. I agreed.

Krueger made sure that I understood that while under his “care”, she would necessarily be available for any sexual activity which interested him. There would be no restrictions in that area. As a critical part of her training, if she were to refuse any sex act, she would be punished and forced to comply. I would not be allowed to bring any clothing for her, other than the cape she was to wear in transit. I was told to bring several pair of high heel shoes, so she would not have to wear the same pair during her training. I packed several pairs of high heel shoes, of different and similar styles, all of which had heels that measured at least four inches. Keeping her naked for the duration of her training appealed to me. Everything else depended on what I wanted for Abbey’s training.

I agreed with his demand for her sexual availability. I wanted her to be fucked at least once a day, and made to suck cocks several times a day, and be made to swallow all the cum she received. She had never been fucked in the ass, so I wanted him to open that sweet facility. While I had no particular interest in ass fucking her, others that I gave her to might be, so I wanted her prepared. Any other sexual training and activity would be up to Krueger. Bondage and Discipline was to be a critical part of her training. When at all possible, I wanted her in bondage and whipped routinely. I liked her to be restrained and helpless. I wanted her to grow more used to it. Even if she was not tied or restrained, I wanted her locked up, or chained by the neck to the wall, et al. We reached an agreement, and she would soon be delivered to him.

Abbey was not sure. Outside of her submission to David Rayne, she had never been with another man since she had married me. The thought of being under the control of Alex Krueger, without my being present was a scary thing for her. Finally, when she realized how insistent I was, she agreed. I explained what would be expected of her during her stay under Krueger’s training. It was obvious that she was afraid to be without me, but she said she understood. She submitted.

On the day of her delivery to Krueger‘s place, according to Alex Krueger’s instructions, I prepared her the trip to her place of incarceration. First, she was bathed, and her hair and make up were perfect. Her wrists were locked behind her with leather cuffs. A leather strap was wrapped around her elbows and pulled tightly, causing them to nearly touch in the small of her back. Matching leather cuffs were locked onto her ankles, along with a matching leather collar around her pretty neck. To complete her dress, a pair of black patent leather pumps, with 4 inch high heels were placed on her feet. She was magnificent. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but Krueger was specific. He did not want her whipped or fucked for 48 hours prior to delivery. She could be teased and aroused, but she was not to be allowed any sexual satisfaction. He wanted her to be sexually frustrated on arrival for her training. A black cape was draped over her shoulders to hide her nakedness and bondage.

Prior to taking her out to the garage, and our car, I used gauze and surgical tape to “blindfold” her. A large pair of large dark sun glasses were put on her face to hide the fact the she had been blindfolded. Now she was ready. While at Krueger’s she would not know where she was, nor how to escape and how to return home.

On the long drive to Alex Krueger’s estate, I opened Abbey’s cape and fondled her breasts and pussy. She look fantastic. She sat there, bound and blindfolded, heading to a sexual imprisonment, and being taken there by her husband. Yet, as we drove along, she was becoming aroused by my fondling of her. At one point during our trip, we stopped at a secluded spot next to the highway. I spent time kissing and fondling her. When we got back onto the road, both Abbey and myself were aroused. I made sure she did not have a cum. I could tell she was sexually frustrated. By the time we arrived, late in the afternoon she was very aroused, but I would not let her have a climax. I kissed her before we got out of the car. Abbey returned my kiss, and whispered, “I love you, Jim.”

We were met by a young man at the front door of Krueger’s home. We were escorted inside and taken to the library of the house. This was a large room, lined with shelves containing books and video tapes. On closer examination, it appeared that Krueger has a considerable collection of pornography, especially pornography involving sexual slavery of women. Someday, I would love to peruse this library and it’s contents.

We made ourselves comfortable. The young man who brought us into the house removed Abbey’s blindfolding bandages. She was allowed to keep her cape on, for the time being. As we were about to sit down, Alex Krueger came into the room. He was an imposing figure. Alex Krueger stood at least 6’ 4” inches. He appeared to be trim and very athletic. His blonde hair framed his ruggedly handsome tanned face. He steel gray eyes told of his inner strength, and denoted a trace of cruelty. He was wearing a black satin robe and black sandals. The robe flared as he walk, reveling tanned muscular legs. He was confident and clearly in control of his world.

“Good evening, you must be Jim”, he asked, extending his hand.

I took his hand and shook it. We exchanged greetings, and then I introduced Krueger to Abbey.

“Abbey, I am glad to meet you”, was his reply. “Your husband told me you were beautiful. He wasn’t kidding.“

Abbey blushed, “Thank you Sir.“

Krueger smiled and continued, “Has your husband told you what to expect her at my place”, he asked.

Abbey quietly replied, “Yessir. I have been told about what happens here, and what I must do.”

Alex smiled, “Well, that’s very good. We don’t want any surprises. Jim, if you don’t mind, I would like to see your slave. I want to see what I have to work with.”

I stood Abbey in front of Krueger, and removed her cape. She stood proudly as he looked her over. I watched Abbey. She was naked and still bound at the wrists and elbows. The bondage made her body even more outstanding. Her high heel shoes made her legs look good and forced her ass out. They also made her stand straighter, with her breasts raised.

“Jim, you were correct. The woman is stunning. Abbey, turn around so I can see all of you.”

Abbey did as she was told. She was obeying like I expected her. I was proud of her. I could see the black robe Krueger was wearing was beginning to exhibit a tent like bulge in front, indicating that he was getting an erection from what he saw of Abbey.

He walked around her, touching and probing her. Squeezing a breast, patting a buttock, running his hand down her belly, and delving quickly into her pussy.

“Abbey”, Krueger said. “While you are here, among the chastisements and ordeals you will experience, you are aware that I will use you sexually, in any way I want, and you will have no right to refuse anything demanded of you.”

Abbey was quiet for a moment, “Yes…, I,,.uh… understand that.”

“I want you to tell me why are you here, may I ask?”

“I love my husband. He wants me to be his sex slave. By coming here, he thinks I will be a better sex slave. I want to be his sex slave, and I want to make him happy by being his sex slave”, was Abbey’s reply.

“Now that you understand, and have agreed to come here, there is one final caveat for you. Once your husband leaves here, and you are still here under my care, you will be my prisoner, unable to leave until I say so. If you escape, we will hunt you down. You will be punished severely for your escape efforts. Once your husband leaves you here, you are my property until I release you. I own you and I will do what I want with you. There will be no way out, no matter how you might plead or beg. Do you agree to these demands.”

Abbey was taken aback by this last statement of Krueger’s. There was terror, and sexual excitement in her heart. Part of her was excited by her predicament, yet part was very afraid. She paused, and then with her head bowed, she agreed.

“On you knees”, he ordered.

Abbey did so. Krueger walked up to her, and opened his robe to expose a massive hard-on. He cock throbbed with each beat of his heart. Abbey’s mouth was only an inch or so from the heated purple head of his cock.

“Abbey, as a sign that you agree to come here to my place for training, and agree to whatever happens to you, and further agree to submit to any sexual demands I make of you, I want to take my cock in you mouth and suck it.”

Abbey moved forward, and opening her sweet lips, took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue was lashing the sensitive tip of Krueger’s cock as she was working her delicate mouth around the throbbing head. I watched Abbey working on Krueger’s cock. This was heady stuff, and very stimulating.

“Jim, she is good. There is a lot of promise here. She should make an excellent sex slave.

Krueger continued to stand there with Abbey working on him. He looked at me and said, “If you want, you can leave us now. Girard will show you out. You can take her cape with you. She will have no need of it.”

I walked over to Krueger, and shook his hand, even as I looked down at my wife sucking his cock. I leaned down and gave her breast a squeeze as I kissed the top of her head. She kept sucking Krueger’s cock as she has been ordered to. As I walked away with Girard, Krueger spoke again.

“I will have a courier deliver a package to you, every other day. By my estimates, she will need to be here for a fortnight. I will let you know if she needs further training”, Krueger asserted.

I was escorted from the Krueger house by Girard. I was excited about placing Abbey with Krueger, yet I was missing her already. No matter what you may think of me, I am madly in love with Abbey, but I am also in love with her being my complete bound naked sex slave. The rest of this story is from information I pieced together from later conversations with Krueger, watching video tapes made of Abbey’s ordeals and training, and from Abbey herself.

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Abbey continued to suck Krueger’s cock after her husband left her at the house. She was scared. Here she was, naked, bound and being used sexually by a total stranger. She was going to be tortured and sexually abused, and there was nothing she could do but cooperate. The predicament was rather daunting, yet it erotically stimulating. Abbey knew that she was a slave at heart, and that this was her logical future.

As she knelt there, with this massive rigid cock throbbing n her mouth, her thought ran the gamut of sexual excitement to trepidation. She knew she had agreed to come here and be trained as a sex slave, but why. She knew she loved Jim, and wanted to please him. There had to be more to this. She realized that there was a hot excitement about being helpless and subject to the sexual whims of who ever had control of her. Even the punishments, whippings and tortures, while painful and at times terrible, they were arousing and did heighten her sexual pleasure. Her mind was in turmoil. Fear, lust, love, and a little guilt were partners in her emotions. While she twisted her wrists in her bondage in a futile attempt to escape, she nevertheless found her bonds to be exciting.

Krueger spoke, “Take my cock from you mouth, and let me show you something that I expect of you.”

Abbey obeyed, and let his rigid cock slip from her mouth. As a good faith gesture, she kissed the head of Krueger’s cock after it was free of her mouth. Krueger smiled.

“Abbey, I am going to ask you a few questions. Anytime you are faced with a cock, such as now, I want you to place your lips to my cock, just barely touching it. If you have to be told to do this in the future, you will be punished. You are expected to do this automatically.” Abbey did so. Her soft red lips were just touching the head of Krueger’s erection. Her sweet delicate tongue was gently licking his cock.

“Now when I ask you a question, you are to answer me quickly, without hesitation. When doing so, you are to make sure you lips stay in contact with the head of my cock. That will give me pleasure because you lips are fluttering against my cock as you talk. My cock will feel your hot breath and the vibrations of your voice. Always make sure that this is the case.”

Abbey replied, “Yessir, I will.” His cock throbbed from the fluttering sensation of her lips. It was delicious.

“Very good. You learn quick. That will keep the need for torture and whippings to a minimum. Now, let me ask you, how long have you been Jim’s bound slave?”

Abbey replied, “About 11 years.” Her lips touched his throbbing cock the whole time. A little of Krueger’s pre-cum was being transferred from the tip of his cock to her lips. She could taste it.

Krueger continued to ask very personal questions. On one question, she hesitated to answer. He stepped back from her, and seemingly from nowhere he produced a medium weight multi stranded flogger. He quickly brought the whip down across her breasts three times. Each quick lash was harder than the one before. Abbey gasped and cried out with pain.

Krueger stepped back to Abbey, placing his cock against her lips. “Now, you can see how the game is played. You are to never hesitate or refuse to obey an order, and to always answer a question when you are asked. If you don’t, you will be punished immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes…, yes sir, please, I do understand”, Abbey gasped.

Krueger continued to ask personal questions. Questions about how it felt to be whipped, had she ever has a climax from being whipped, what was Jim’s favorite position or punishment, when did she lose her virginity, had she ever used her fingers to bring herself off, had other lovers tied and whipped before she met Jim, what did she think about being given to David Rayne, did she like the taste of a cock, did she like the taste of cum, had she ever sucked a pussy, had her pussy ever been sucked by another woman? The questions were endless, and caused Abbey to blush, but to avoid having her breasts whipped again, she was quick to answer.

Krueger bent down and took her face in his hands.

“Abbey, you love being a bound slave, don’t you?”

A tear formed in the corner of her eyes. “Yes…yes sir…, I think do. I love being a sex slave to my husband. I want him to want me, and I want to be what ever he wants me to be. I love what he does to me.”

Krueger wiped the tear from her cheek, “You are very afraid, right now, aren’t you?”

“Yessir, I am”, was her reply. As she answered, Krueger ran his hand down to her pussy and delved his finger in her heated passage.

He smiled cruelly, “But, you cunt tells me you are turned by your predicament. Is that not so?”

Abbey closed her pretty blue tear filled eyes, “Yesss…, yes sir, I’m sorry, but I do admit that.”

“So, on one hand you want to escape and be with your husband, and on the other hand, you are aroused by being my property.”

Abbey kept her tear filled eyes closed and just nodded her head.

Krueger spoke again. “Just so you understand. I will not inure you, nor will I allow anyone else to injure you. But, you are a slave, and for the time being you are my property. You will learn the love the whip, the torments and bondage. You will beg to be fucked. You will know sexual excitement that you have never known before. You will learn to submit to anyone I give you to, and you enjoy sexual slavery as you have never before.”

He stood up, still looking down at her. Abbey looked up at him. In her field of vision was his handsome face, and his throbbing erect cock.

“You will obey me to the most infinite detail, or suffer the consequences. If you are a good slave, you will be rewarded. If not you will be punished. I will allow you to enjoy your bondage, tortures and sexual requirements. You are going to be here for those reasons, so you might as well enjoy it. It will make the whole experience more exciting.”

Finally, Krueger finished his questions. He back away, and ordered her to remain on her knees. He left the room. Abbey was too afraid to move, or get up, even though her knees were beginning to get tired and hurt. In a few minutes the young man, Girard, entered the room.

“Get up, slave. Lets go to your room”, were his orders.

He helped her up, and clipped a leash to her collar. Jerking the leash, he lead her from the library, and down the hall. The heels of her high heel pumps were clicking on the cut stone floor. At the end of the hall, Girard unlocked and opened a door. In side the door was a set of stairs, leading to the basement. He flipped a switch, lighting the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs was another locked door. This opened into a large room. Abbey could see lounging chairs and couches, along with two or three large king-size beds. There was what appeared to be a whipping post. Hung from the wall were hundreds of feet of ropes and chains, along with a vast array of whips and leather restraints. This was a very well equipped sexual torture chamber and orgy room. Along the far wall were four doors. Girard took her to one of the doors. This was to be her room. When the door was opened, there was a second door, a door made of steel bars, much like a jail cell. Inside, was another king-size bed and a bathroom. More whips and restraints were mounted on the wall of this room. She was indeed a prisoner, and escape was to be impossible.

Girard unhooked the leash from her collar, and hung it from a hook on the wall. While she stood there, Girard quickly undressed. His cock was rampant. He seated himself on the side of the bed.

“Slave, kneel down here, and get my cock in your mouth”, he ordered.

Fearing retribution, Abbey knelt down and took Girard’s cock into her mouth. As best as she knew how, she was sucking his cock. Things were happening very fast. It seems that everyone wanted their cock in her mouth. She had to admit to herself that a large throbbing cock in her mouth was arousing. Both Krueger and Girard had large, hot, throbbing cocks.

In a matter of moment, he was moaning and his cock was throbbing. She worked harder, and finally his cock erupted in a hot driving cum, sending jets of scalding cum into her throat. In a matter of about two hours in this strange mansion, Abbey had sucked two cocks and her breasts had been whipped. She did not even have time to think about what was happening to her.

After Girard had recovered, he had Abbey stand up. He released her elbows and wrists. She was relieved. Her arms had been bound tightly behind her back for about five or six hours. They were stiff from such a long and stringent bondage. Girard had plans for her.

He quickly tied a rope to her wrist cuffs, in front of her. This rope was passed through a hook at the top of one of the four tall corner posts on her bed. The rope was pulled up tight, stretching her, exposing her body to Girard. He spent the next several minutes examining her body. He spent time fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples. He ran his hand down onto her smooth ass and her thighs. Finally, he spent considerable time rummaging through her pussy. When he finished, he leaned forward and kissed her. In fact, he kissed her several times. By the time he was finished, Abbey was very aroused and was desperate to be fucked.

Girard extracted a whip from the chest of drawers, much like the whip which had been used on her by Krueger. He came to her with the whip. He leaned down and kissed her. She returned his kiss to please him. He kissed her again, while fondling her breasts.

“Slave, every evening, just before you go to bed, you will be whipped. You have permission to get used to it as it is the usual ritual. Now, turn you ass to me.”

As Abbey did so, Girard struck her with the whip. After a few hard strokes, she tried to avoid the whip. He would have none of it. A second strand of rope was used to tie around her waist, tying her tightly to the bed post. Now she could not avoid her punishment. Girard struck again. It did not take long. Soon she was crying, asking for mercy. None came. When Girard felt she had enough, he replaced the whip in the dresser drawer, untied her waist rope, and released her wrists from the bed post. She was ordered to get on the bed and open her legs. Girard’s cock was now erect, again.

Abbey did as she was told, and Girard climbed between her open legs, and after slipping his cock into her pussy, fucked her soundly. She could feel his cock in her cunt. It felt good. She hated to admit it, but it felt really good. After all the sexual activity today, she wanted to be fucked, and to have a wonderful climax. She had obeyed every thing they wanted, and felt she would be rewarded with a climax. Girard made sure Abbey did not have a climax, leaving her frustrated, and wishing her husband was there to give her a cum.

Instead of cumming in her pussy, Girard pulled his cock from her cunt as he was having his climax. His ejaculation rocketed from his cock, splashing on her belly and breasts. Smiling, he reached out and spread his cum on her breasts and belly. Abbey was aroused by what he was doing, but very frustrated as she was not allowed to have a climax. She even begged him to fuck her to a cum. He ignored her pleading. After having his way with her, Girard dressed, and left the room, looking both doors behind him. Before leaving, he locked her leather wrist cuffs behind her back.

Abbey was alone, in a strange place, a prisoner of a stranger, and her cunt ached for her husbands cock, or by now, any cock, and satisfaction. Her wrists were still locked behind her back, eliminating the possibility of her seeking her own relief. Girard cum was spread on her, and there was nothing she could do about it, or her predicament. Abbey felt alone, very alone, and very helpless.

Continued…