Samantha

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The next evening at dinner Paula said, "Why don't you ask Martin if he'd like to fuck you?"

"What should I say to him?"

"Say 'Martin, would you like to fuck me?' Ask him tomorrow."

At morning break I let Martin buy me tea and we sat on our own.

I leaned towards him and very quietly said, "Martin, would you like to fuck me?"

He sat bolt upright. I saw the colour drain from his cheeks. He looked at me, I think scornfully. He didn't say anything. He got up and stalked off. Not quite what I'd expected.

Paula said, "Don't worry. Tomorrow he'll ask you when. And he'll be stiff a as ramrod, you'll see."

"What should I say?"

"Say 'soon'."

Martin accosted me before the first lecture.

"Did you mean it?" he said.

"Of course I did," I said.

"When?" he said.

I looked him straight in the crotch and said, "Soon."

Paula was right.

When I got home on Friday afternoon Paula called me into the kitchen.

"I've got a very special weekend arranged for you, Sammy. Go upstairs and have a wash. Which is your favourite dress?"

"The red one."

"OK, wear that and the black silk undies. And stockings. I've bought you some new shoes, wear those too. We must have you looking your best. But you'll have to be quick, they'll be here in half an hour."

I think I was aroused even before Paula had finished speaking. The excitement of it! I washed as Gloria had shown me, had a quick bath and dressed. The silk knickers felt lovely against me but were already getting damp from my excitement.

"You look a million dollars," Paula said. "They'll be here any minute, go and wait in the hall. As soon as they come, go straight out and get into the car. Don't wear a coat."

I preened myself in front of the hall mirror. My heart was racing. Paula went out shortly afterwards. Josh was away.

It was another two hours before a car arrived. I jumped up and was outside before the car drew to a halt. It was Ralph and Jane. I was thrilled.

Jane was in the back and opened the door for me. I got in beside her. They greeted me warmly. Jane said she was going to blindfold me to add to the surprise. She also tied my hands behind my back. She said Gloria had told her that I liked being tied up.

Nobody spoke during the journey. I was quivering with excitement, the anticipation of the unknown was wonderful.

When we arrived I was guided up a steep slope into a house and then into a room which felt cold. Jane untied my wrists but did not remove the blindfold. I heard a door close.

After a few minutes of silence I said, "Hello?" But there was no reply.

I put my hands to my blindfold to see if anyone would tell me not to take it off. Nobody said anything.

I pushed the blindfold off my eyes. The room was almost pitch black. It felt like a cellar. The only illumination was flecks of light showing through one small, high window.

I called out. Nobody responded.

I could make out vague shapes, but could see nothing clearly. I felt around. There was a bicycle leaning against the wall beside me. I edged forwards. I brushed the edge of a packing case. I felt my stocking catch on the rough wood. I discovered a pile of coal by tripping over onto it.

It was cold, I wondered how long they were going to keep me waiting here.

I edged back to the door. It was locked and felt solid. I felt along the wall until I found a light switch, but it did not work.

I found something to sit on. It felt like a pile of old books. I tried to brush as much dust off them as I could to keep my dress clean.

I'd been there about an hour when I heard someone at the door. I got up and dusted myself down wondering how bad the ladder in my stocking would be.

A letter box at the bottom of the door opened, casting a momentary light across the floor. Something was pushed through, then the letterbox snapped shut and I heard a bolt being slid across.

I went to see what had been delivered. I caught my dress on the packing case as I moved forward incautiously. I heard it rip. My best dress!

I couldn't open the letterbox. Half a French loaf and a plastic bottle had been pushed through. I left them there.

Still nobody came. I shouted, but nobody replied. I began to think I might be there all night. I would freeze to death like this.

I explored the rest of my dark cell. It was littered with junk. Despite taking care I caught my stockings and my dress on obstructions several times. I found a blanket. It smelled of dog but I put it around my shoulders and huddled down in a corner to try and keep warm.

It must have been around midnight when I desperately needed a wee. I called out for someone to let me out, but to no avail. In the end I took my knickers off and squatted down and did it onto the coal pile. I put my knickers back on, glad of what little warmth they gave.

I ate the bread and took a sip of the water.

I dozed fitfully, shivering from cold all night.

I was woken very early by the letter box. A tiny box of corn flakes and a bottle of milk were pushed through. I called out but was ignored.

There was a little more light coming through the window now. The room was tiny and full of discarded bits and pieces. In one corner I saw there was a bucket, presumably my toilet.

I ate the corn flakes and drank the milk. I used the bucket, for a wee.

Lunch came. Bread and water. I called out every so often even though I knew it was pointless. Dinner came. Bread, water and a huge garlic-laden German sausage. I devoured it, I was starving.

I was sure they wouldn't leave me here for another night, but before it got dark I made myself a den using the books and a pile of old newspapers. If I was to be kept here tonight I would at least be a little more comfortable.

When it got dark and still nobody came I began to cry. How could they do this to me? I was cold, hungry and I must have looked a wreck.

I pulled myself together and hunkered down in my makeshift bed. It was much warmer with newspapers and my blanket covering me.

On Sunday morning I was woken by a loud bang and a very bright light coming on. I held my hands to my eyes. The door was flung open.

"Time to go home." It was Jane. She helped me up from my nest and guided me out. I was dazed and disoriented. I caught my reflection in the hall mirror. I was covered in coal dust. My dress was ruined. My shoes were ruined. Jane blindfolded me and tied my hands and then led me out to the car.

Jane drove. Ralph wasn't there. I lay slumped across the back seat.

When we got home Jane helped me out of the car, untied my hands and removed my blindfold. Then she drove away. I walked to the front door, my legs barely carrying me. I didn't have my key. I rang the doorbell.

Paula answered the door. "Oh, Paula!" I fell into her arms, sobbing my heart out. "They locked me in a cellar for the whole time. My dress, my lovely red dress, everything is ruined, ruined."

Paula patted my on the back, then held me away from her. "You're home now. Go and have a nice bath then come down and we'll have a nice long talk. I'll make you some lunch. There, how's that?"

"Yes," I said, my tears subsiding.

I had a long hot bath, thawing out my chilled bones.

I wasn't sure what to wear - I couldn't put on my red dress, everything smelled and was dirty and torn. I wore what I had been wearing before that - jeans and tee shirt.

More composed now I went downstairs looking forward to a long talk with Paula.

But Paula had gone out.

When she returned home late that evening she said, "I hope you have got over all that hysteria of this morning?"

"Yes, Paula," I replied.

"Don't come running to me every time somebody does something to you that you don't like. I thought I'd asked Gloria to make that clear to you."

"Yes, Paula," I said. "I'm sorry." I realised now that locking me up in that room would have been Paula's idea. Or at least she would have known about it.

"Right," she said, brightening, "make us both some cheese on toast, let's slump in front of the telly, shall we?"

"Yes, Paula," I said, pleased she was being nice to me again.

Every day the next week Martin asked me when, and did I really mean it. I kept saying 'soon'. I didn't like to ask Paula when Martin was going to fuck me in case she got cross.

On Saturday evening Paula and Josh had guests. I was told to be on my best behaviour and be careful what I said. He was something in the dentists' association. I was to serve dinner dressed very soberly in a long black skirt, a white blouse and white underwear. I was not to eat with them.

As I was about to serve pre-dinner drinks Paula came into the kitchen. She hitched up the front of my skirt, pulled my knickers down a little and then pushed a little white vibrator up into my cunt. She dressed me and patted me between my legs.

"At least it won't be a totally boring evening," she said.

George and his wife were stuffy and I was glad I didn't have to sit down and make conversation with them. After dinner Paula took the vibrator out of me and asked me if I had come.

"No," I said. "But I am desperate to!" I knew as soon as I had said it that it was a mistake.

"Good, off to bed you go then and absolutely no wanking, is that clear?"

"Yes, Paula," I said.

On Sunday afternoon Paula told me to invite Martin over on Tuesday evening. I wasn't to bring him home with me. He was to arrive at seven o'clock, to give me time to get ready. Was Tuesday to be the big day?

On Monday morning I was just leaving for college when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a well-built man. He looked about thirty.

"Hello," he said. "You're new."

Paula came into the hall. She greeted the man by putting one hand around his waist and the other on his balls.

"Harry, you are pleased to see me," she said.

"Who's this?" Harry asked.

"Oh, that's only Sammy," Paula said. "Do you like her?"

"You bet," Harry said.

"Really? Do you want her?" Paula asked.

"Sure," Harry said.

"Sammy," Paula said. "Kneel down on the floor would you."

I put my coat down and knelt down on the floor. I watched as Paula undid Harry's trousers and pulled his pants down. I saw Harry's erection. Paula led him over to me and he knelt down behind me. Paula lifted my skirt up onto my back. She pulled the crotch of my knickers to one side. She wetted her fingers with spit then wetted my cunt. She parted my cunt lips with her fingers. Paula was holding Harry's cock in her other hand. "It's about time the little bitch got fucked," Paula said. "She's a virgin."

"A virgin? Here?" Harry said.

"Go on, Harry, shove it up her, hard, hard as you can."

She guided Harry's cock to the entrance of my cunt. She was still holding me open. She rubbed the end of Harry's cock around the portals of my cunt.

"Now, Harry, bang it in to her, as hard as you can. Go."

I braced myself.

Harry thrust forward into me. I caught my breath in pain. I wasn't lubricated well enough inside for him to go all the way into me. He withdrew, he put his hands on my waist to hold me and then he slammed into me again.

This time his cock went all the way in. I could feel his pubic hair against my bottom. He stayed there, rammed right up me. I savoured the feeling of it. His cock felt hot and hard and alive. As the surprise passed I experienced a deep sense of well-being. Harry was still pressed hard into me, not moving.

"That's it," Paula said. "That's all she gets. I'm not having you waste it on her."

And I felt her hand on his balls, pulling him out of me.

When Harry was out of me, Paula put her foot against the side of my bottom and pushed me so that I rolled onto my side on the floor.

"Get up, Sammy. You'll be late for college."

I lay on my side, discarded. I watched Paula take hold of Harry's cock and lead him upstairs.

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