Desperate for Work (closed)

[TwistedBaby]

(Closed to CGraven)

It was 5 minutes until closing time at the library, and Amy Wallis was desperate not to go home to her drab one room apartment without a hope for an interview soon. She was starving, having eaten very little in the last few days in order to stretch her pennies. Finally, at the very bottom of the site she was looking on, she found an ad that seemed perfect for her.

It was short and concise, stating that she'd be the Personal Assistant to the CEO of a very prominent company, and that whoever applied must be ready to dedicate her whole life to serving the needs of the CEO. It gave a time and date to be at the office. Looking at the date, Amy saw that it was tomorrow morning.

Considering that Amy had no life to speak of, this wasn't a problem at all. She didn't care what she had to do long as it was legal. The library computer shut down just as she finished writing the address on a small piece of paper.

Amy was a very petite, skinny girl who only measured 5'2" and weighed 110 lbs. She had long light brown hair and pale skin with D cup breasts. She hated her breasts and wished they were smaller. She was so skinny her ribs could be counted whenever she was naked or in a bikini, which was almost never.

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The next morning, Amy woke up bright and early and took a cold water shower (she couldn't afford hot water), ate a pastry, and dressed in a threadbare white blouse, very worn-looking black business skirt that ended a few inches above her knees, and one inch black heels, also in worn condition. She hated her clothes, but they were the best she had to wear. Taking the subway, Amy walked a distance to the firm, following her phone's GPS.

Finally, her stomach rumbling, Amy arrived at the building and went up the elevator to the top floor. The office was crowded with women of all ages, shapes, and sizes, and they were all dressed better than her. One by one, they were all seen and sent away as Amy sat in hard chair. Finally, a man came out and looked around.

"So that's all of them, Brigit," he asked the secretary.

"I'm afraid so, sir."

"What about me?" Amy asked, standing. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she blushed. "I have been waiting all day for the interview and I was never called, even though the ad asked for only those who were desperate and who could tailor their life to suite his. I'd bet you 10 bucks that I don't have that none of those ladies you met with are struggling just to put food in their bellies and that if they were, they most certainly don't live in a one room hovel."

Amy made a face and gave a humor-less laugh. "I think I'll go now before I make an even bigger fool of myself. Surely I'm too desperate for this place, and I'm certainly too poor to work here."

 

[cgraven]

Charles Davenport watched as Gwen left. He watched her as she ran down the path. He had told her to go and he knew it broke her young heart, but she had become to demanding of where their relation ship was going, so she had to go. Now this turn of events presented certain difficulties for him, chiefly he now had to find a replacement for Gwen. The first step was to place an advertisement for a personal assistance.

Charles Davenport was in his mid fifties and to say the least set in his ways. Gwen had be a delightful little submissive until she wanted more out of their relationship than to serve him with her body and soul. The day had been long interview after interview, but none met what he was looking for. He ran his fingers through his ginger hair, 5:30 the clock read. He went to the outer office. "So that's all of them, Brigit," he asked the attractive young redhead.

"I'm afraid so, sir." Brigit quickly answered.

"What about me?" Davenport turned toward the sound of the voice. He saw a young girl, it a rather worn blouse and skirt. Before he could answer the young woman spoke; "I have been waiting all day for the interview and I was never called, even though the ad asked for only those who were desperate and who could tailor their life to suite his. I'd bet you 10 bucks that I don't have that none of those ladies you met with are struggling just to put food in their bellies and that if they were, they most certainly don't live in a one room hovel." The girl’s pale face seemed to blush as she continued. "I think I'll go now before I make an even bigger fool of myself. Surely I'm too desperate for this place, and I'm certainly too poor to work here."

Davenport face was set unreadable. “That of course is your decision Miss. Yet if you want a chance for the job you will get your ass in my office right now.” He had chosen his words and tone carefully and was anxious to see her reaction would be. If she stormed out that was that but if she stayed well then he would take the evaluation to the next step. “Brigit you may go.”

Turning to the young girl, “What is your name, your qualifications, and tell me why you need this job.”

 

[TwistedBaby]

Amy Wallis quickly stepped into his office. This was her last chance if she wanted to have any hope of eating decently this week and paying for her shitty apartment.

"I am Amy Wallis, Sir," she said, collapsing into the chair in front of his desk. Her stomach rumbled, loudly, but she ignored it and pushed on. "Normally when the public school system teaches you to type, it sucks. But either I lucked out with my program or I came by my typing skills naturally. Either way, I can type as fast as someone speaks, well, a second or 2 slower than that to be completely honest, and I have a way of manipulating situations to get a desired outcome." She shrugged. "It came in handy growing up in a group home and making it clear that it's not my fault when the hubby gropes me."

Amy stared into space for a moment, remembering, and finally brought herself back to the present with a jerk of her shoulders.

"Anyways, I've moved around, Sir, and I'm at the end of my rope. I'm desperate for a job, doing anything and everything, long as I get paid enough to be able to eat and pay for my shitty apartment. I need this job because I'm tired of starving and going without heat or ac, Sir. Oh! And I would love some clothes that weren't threadbare, but beggars can't be choosers, eh?" She looked down and thought for a long moment before looking up and meeting his eyes for the first time.

"Basically, Sir, I don't care what I have to do to keep food in my belly and a roof over my head. Give me any task that's not illegal, and I don't include prostitution in that category, and I will do it. That's how badly I need this job."

 

[cgraven]

Davenport did not have to wait long ass the young beauty quickly went into his inner office. "I am Amy Wallis, Sir," Amy nearly gasped as she then collapsed into the chair before his desk. She explained that she could type as he dictated to her, quite impressive if it were true. He arched his eyebrow as she then added ”………. It came in handy growing up in a group home and making it clear that it's not my fault when the hubby gropes me."

So, this young beauty had no real family, that was definitely a point in her favor that and the fact she had grown up in group homes which meant that she would either have become a bitch or very subservient, and Charles Davenport suspected the latter. She seemed lost and disorientated as she stared wide eyed into space before she continued.

"Anyways, I've moved around, Sir, and I'm at the end of my rope. I'm desperate for a job, doing anything and everything, long as I get paid enough to be able to eat and pay for my shitty apartment. I need this job because I'm tired of starving and going without heat or ac, Sir. Oh! And I would love some clothes that weren't threadbare, but beggars can't be choosers, eh?" Amy paused for a moment before lifting her pleading eyes to his then continued. "Basically, Sir, I don't care what I have to do to keep food in my belly and a roof over my head. Give me any task that's not illegal, and I don't include prostitution in that category, and I will do it. That's how badly I need this job."

So, this young beauty was not opposed to prostitution if he required it of her. Yes Miss Amy Wallis had clear potential to be his Personal Assistant. “ I am willing to give you a chance for the job Miss Wallis on a trial basis for the next two weeks.” Davenports voice was brisk and business like. She was quite attractive but perhaps needed a little meat on her bones to bring out her true beauty.

“Get me a cup of coffee Miss Wallis………and undue the top three buttons of your blouse.” Just a little test to see just how really desperate young Amy was for the job.

 

[TwistedBaby]

Amy stared at him in shock. She got the job? He said she got the job on a trial basis! A brilliant smile lit her tired, drawn out face and made her seem years younger.

"Thank you, Sir, for giving me this chance to prove myself to you," Amy said gratefully. She longed to express her gratitude in an intimate way, but she wasn't sure what was appropriate or not. Then she remembered what he had asked her for and asked him, "How do you like your coffee, Sir?"

She lifted her hands to her blouse and fumbled with the top buttons. Looking down, she undid the top 3 buttons and turned away once she had his coffee order, her hips swaying most noticeably now. Getting directions to the break room, she fixed his coffee the way he wanted it and ignored the stares and whispers of those she passed on her way back to his office.

Amy knocked on the door before entering quietly and placed the coffee cup on his desk, then stood back to await his orders, her head down submissively. Her blouse had opened up enough to show cleavage and a hint of her white bra.

 

[cgraven]

The young chestnut haired beauty stared at Davenport in apparent shock. She got the job, he said on a trial basis! A brilliant smile spread across her pale face. "Thank you, Sir, for giving me this chance to prove myself to you, how do you like your coffee, Sir?" There was no disguising the gratitude in her voice. “Black Miss Wallis.”

Charles Davenport watched as young Amy’s fingers went to her worn blouse. She fumbled with the first button of her blouse. She seemed to hesitate for a moment and then the second and third buttons of her blouse surrendered to her fingers. Davenport smiled to himself as the material of Amy’s blouse gapped open to show a generous amount of cleavage and glimpse of her modest whit bra beneath. She turned on her heel and went to get the ordered cup of coffee. Davenport enjoyed the sensual sway of her hips as she left his office.

A soft knock and Amy entered again and placed the cup of coffee on his desk. Then the young beauty took a step backwards to await his next instructions. What caught Davenport’s attention was the way young Amy demurely and submissively lowered her eyes. This pleased Davenport as he was now convinced that Miss Amy Wallis was a natural submissive.

“Tell me Miss Wallis you said you did not consider prostitution illegal. Tell me more!” He paused for a moment then asked, “By the way Miss Wallis are you a virgin?”

 

[TwistedBaby]

"Is prostitution illegal or legal, Sir?" Amy asked him thoughtfully, her gaze flicking up at his face but not meeting his eyes. "It all depends on your definition of prostitution, in my eyes, Sir. I call illegal prostitutes night walkers, but as everyone knows, a wife submits to her husband sexually and in return he keeps a roof over her head and food in her belly. That, to me, is one form of legalized prostitution, is it not?"

Then Amy heard him ask her about being a virgin and she blushed brightly, nodding, before clearing her throat and, looking at the floor, answered, "Yes Sir." When he said nothing, she continued her explanation.

"Sometimes a client has to sleep with a potential contract in order to win the case. I don't mind doing that, Sir, long as I have the energy and the looks. Powerful men have mistresses, Sir, and they give them expensive gifts, which is another form of prostitution, as you know. But they don't get arrested for it. Probably because the first police officer who dared would lose his job, but oh well, that's how the world works." Amy smiled and gave a delicate shrug. "The only prostitution I won't be involved in is being a night walker, Sir, but then, I seriously doubt you'll ask that of me. Why would you need to? Any form of legalized prostitution I can understand, but not the kind that would land one of your employees in jail. Even if she's only employed on a trial basis so far, Sir."

Amy smiled calmly, sensing that she had shocked him with her elaborate answer about how she viewed the legality of prostitution. And she instinctively knew that it was a rare thing for someone to surprise her new boss. Amy had almost used up most of her knowledge of the complexity of things, however, and hoped that she had passed the first test with flying colors.

 

[cgraven]

"Is prostitution illegal or legal, Sir?" Amy asked there was a quizzical look on her angelic face. Charles listened as the young beauty explained how she saw prostitution. When she had said, "Sometimes a client has to sleep with a potential contract in order to win….” So, the little virgin would be open to sleeping with clients. What an interesting turn of events, but of course before he would make that kind of request he would have to do something about her virginity.

“A very educated and realistic view you have of prostitution Miss Wallis……..” a smile bowed his lips, “……… of course I would never ask you to be a street walker Amy.”

Amy had passed her first little test when she had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. “I’ll need your measurements and dress sizes. Your wardrobe needs to reflect your position in the company.” Then almost as an afterthought, “Your skirt is to long I want it the helm higher Miss Wallis.” Davenport tented his fingers before his face and waited for the girl to raise her skirt.

 

[TwistedBaby]

"Please, Sir, if it's all the same to you, please call me Amy. Being called Miss Wallis just brings back some unpleasant memories. And I know for a fact that I haven't earned a punishment yet, Sir." Amy frowned thoughtfully as she stared at the floor, contemplating this next test. "May I use your stapler, Sir?"

With permission, she grabbed it and bent over, folding the hem up underneath her skirt several times and then stapling it into place. When she was done, she put back the stapler and gave a little twirl. Her white plain panties showed when the skirt lifted up a small bit. As she was fixing her skirt, she gave him her sizes, but also told him that those were her sizes before she got so skinny.

"Well, Sir, what do you think of my skirt now? Is it too short?" Amy bit her bottom lip, worried as she looked submissively to the floor again.

 

[cgraven]

Amy did not hesitate as she immediately reached for the stapler and using it dis up the helm of her skirt. "Well, Sir, what do you think of my skirt now? Is it too short?" Amy bit her bottom lip, worried as she looked submissively to the floor again waiting his approval. The young chestnut beauty when she was done, she had put back the stapler and gave a little twirl. Her white plain panties showed when the skirt lifted up.
“Not bad Miss Wallis,………Amy……..” He corrected himself. He studied the young girl before him with a critical eye before he spoke again. “I would prefer if you wore your skirt six inches above your knee Amy. You have such shapely legs Amy.”

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All in all, Davenport was quite pleased with Amy’s interview. He had established two important facts. The first being that Amy was desperate for the job and would go a long way to get it. The second was that he suspected that Amy was a natural submissive. He smiled anticipating just how deeply her submission nature went. During the next two week Charles Davenport slowly began to take over aspects of young Amy’s Life. The first was in the way that she dressed for work. Davenport required Amy to wear a white transparent blouse, a black skirt 6 inches of above her knee and a black outer corset that trust her firm young breasts up and out.

When it came to taking dictation, he required Amy to kneel at his feet, or to type while seated on his lap. Slowly but surely, he began to mold the stunning young beauty into a new and even more submissive creature.

 

[TwistedBaby]

Amy blushed, grateful when he corrected himself. Her new boss could be reasonable and nice, she thought to herself. But she also sensed a hardness to him that meant that anyone displeasing him would be in for a nasty surprise.

"Normally I would disagree with you, Sir, about my legs, but I know better than to disagree with a man and to risk displeasing them in doing so, Sir," Amy said. She made a careful mental note of what he required her to wear to work and knew that she would have to find out where to shop for her clothing from her coworkers.

Luckily Amy made friends easily and she persuaded HR to advance her her 2 week check, saying that she needed to buy appropriate clothes to work in and food to eat. No one wanted her fainting dead away from starvation and it was clear from her rumbling tummy and her slow speed that that possibility was eminent.

On the day of her interview, when it was lunch time, she chatted up some girls in the break room and asked them where she should go shopping for the clothes her boss wanted her to wear everyday. The girls, sensing she was no threat and just wanting to toe the line, told her a place and also recommended she drop her boss's name in order to get help. Amy thanked them profusely and said that she owed them a favor she hoped to someday be able to repay after her 2 week trial with the company. This only made the girls like her even more.

That night Amy went to the store after work. When she was about to be turned away, Amy stood her ground for the first time against someone she saw superior to her.

"That's fine. I will just explain to my boss Mr. Charles Davenport that helping his PA dress to his exact specifications was beneath you and that I had to order my work clothes online," Amy told the saleslady. "I'm sure he won't mind waiting a few extra days, even though he doesn't have a lot of patience for fools." She turned around to leave.

"No wait!" The saleslady quickly changed her tune and welcomed her in the store. A few short hours later, Amy Wallis left and took the subway home, unpacked, ate, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Over the next few weeks, Amy slowly became dependent upon Sir for everything. She asked him for his opinion on everything, from what to eat to what perfume to wear to how she should style her hair to please him best. Every time he smiled at her, she lit up on the inside and was quite pleased with herself if she was the cause of the smile.

One day though, she came home to find her home broken into and her place ransacked. Amy burst into tears and called Sir's private number.

"S-Sir? My h-home w-was ransacked," she stammered when he answered. "Please Sir, you know I'll do anything to please you, Sir, I need a place to stay." She cried softly into the phone.

 

[cgraven]

Developing a young beauty into a submissive little sex slave was a delicate matter. One could not push her too far or too fast. It had to be a slow steady process until at last her every thought, every action was to please you. Charles Davenport was quite pleased with Amy’s progression. She had gone to great extent to dress the way he wished in extremely short skirts, transparent blouses, and tight little corsets that trust her firm breast up and out as if she were offering them to him.

Yes Charles Davenport was quite pleased with young Miss Amy Wallis’s progress. After several weeks Davenport decided that it was time for him to do something about Amy’s virginity. He arranged that her little hovel of an apartment should be ransacked. He was quite pleased when the phone rang, it was his private number. "S-Sir? My h-home w-was ransacked," The girl’s voice was trembled he could hear the fear in it. "Please Sir, you know I'll do anything to please you, Sir, I need a place to stay." Amy sobbed into the phone.

“Of course, Amy, I’ll sent a car over for you, you shall stay at the mansion until you get back on your feet. Besides, it will make work much easier and there is plenty of room .” His voice was firm confidence as always a guide for the young girl. It was perhaps an hour later when the car drove up. Davenport was there waiting for Amy with open arms. “Are you ok Amy?”.

He led the girl into the house and poured her a rather large brandy. “Drink this Amy it will steady your nerves. He fed the trusting young girl several more drinks before he calmly said, “Amy I think it is time you lose your virginity, and I am just the man to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” His voice was dark threatening, and there was a wildness in his eyes as he reached out and tore Amy’s blouse open.

 

[TwistedBaby]

Amy was amazed by the luxury of the limo that Sir had sent to pick her up in. She couldn't believe how luxurious it was or how much it must have cost him. She once more vowed to please him in any way she could.

Amy longed to be the perfect Assistant to him, to be His perfect everything. She didn't want him to rely on anyone else for any of his needs, not even sex. Yes, He was much older than the age what she had thought her ideal partner would be like, but that didn't matter to her any longer. What mattered was his complete control over her and her thoughts. She couldn't imagine displeasing him and wouldn't want to.

When Amy finally got to his mansion and Sir welcomed her with opened arms asking if she was alright, she burst into tears again as she shook her head and nodded. Knowing that would only confuse him, she quickly explained, "Sir, I'm devastated by the destruction of my property but I'm so glad I won't have to ever return to that shitty apartment, Sir. On the way here, I vowed to myself to please you Sir in every way possible."

Amy trustingly drank the brandy Sir gave her, even though she didn't care for it. But it didn't matter what she wanted. Sir wanted her to have it, so she would drink it like a good girl. Time passed quickly for the girl with him constantly refilling her glass before he stopped and told her it was time for her to lose her virginity. A fire began building in her bloodstream as his dark voice told her he was going to do it.

For some reason, Amy's body agreed completely and the low burning fire in her belly started by the brandy turned to an inferno at the wild, savage look in His eyes as he leaned forward and ripped open her blouse.

"No!" Amy whispered, giving a half-hearted token protest. But they both knew that she didn't mean it as she kept still as possible, heart pounding loud in her ears, hoping that he wouldn't be too rough with her for her first time, her head bowed as it usually was in his presence. In fact, Amy couldn't remember the last time she had last met his eyes. Oh yeah, last week, by accident, and he had scowled at her so deeply that she hadn't dared raise her gaze above his waist for 3 days afterwards.

Her nerves winning, her knees gave way and she knelt on the floor in front of Sir, careful not to provoke him, scared, but strangely aroused too by the prospect of whatever was going to happen next.

 

[cgraven]

What an innocent little thing Miss Amy Wallis was. Charles could see the trust in her pretty expressive eyes, the desire to please him , which by now seemed to have come her young reason for being. Oh, that sweet look of shock when her ripped open her blouse and he told her his intentions, how deliciously wonderful. The way her eyes flashed with a mixture of fear and at the same time longing.

"No!" Amy whispered, a half-hearted token protest. “Oh, yes Miss Wallis I am going to fuck you hard and fast.” With those words he grabbed her skirt and tore it from her lush young body. The half drunk girl lay before him, in nothing but her bra and panties. “Strip Miss Wallis I want to see you naked……” He paused, there was a wild look in his dark stormy eyes. Amy’s loss of her virginity would not be a sweet girlhood dream of her first lover, or of a romantic wedding night. No, he would dominate her, he would teacher that her purpose in life was to please him what she wanted was not important at the moment. First she must learn her place.

 

[TwistedBaby]

"Miss Wallis" reverbrated in her ears over and over again. She hadn't been called that by him since day one, it had always been Amy. Amy knew she was in deep trouble now, since Sir wasn't calling her Amy anymore. She glanced up at his face, taking in the wild, dangerous look in his eye and knew that the polite Sir she had always known until now was gone and in his place was a wild man who would not be denied whatever he wanted. And that appeared, she gulped, to be her virginity. She shuddered, wondering how much pain she would feel before it was over and she could go hide, if he would let her.

Sensing his impatience begin to grow, she fumbled, half drunk, with her bra and finally managed to take it off, then stood up and slid her panties over her hips and down her legs and kicked them away. Done, she laid back down on the floor and spread her legs wide, breathing deeply, trying to ignore what was about to happen to her.

 

[cgraven]

In that moment Charles Davenport was truly “SIR”, he who must be obeyed, as her tattered skirt dropped from his fingers. He waited for Amy to do as she had been told. Her weak little protest of a barely whispered “NO” had only been acknowledge by his demand for her remove her bra and panties.

With trembling fingers Amy fumbled with the clasps of her bra. He watched as it slipped from the chestnut hair beauty’s fingers. Charles watched her stand, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her prim and proper white panties His face was stern as he watched Amy work the garment over the swell of her hips, he Savored the way they slid down her long shapely legs to pool around her ankles before she kicked them away.

Amy stood naked before Charles Davenport. She had filled out nicely over the time she had been working for him, no longer the skinny little waif that had walked into his office. Slowly the young beauty laid down on the floor, spread her shapely legs wide, and took a deep breath, no doubt to stead her nerves for what was about to come.

“Hands above you head Miss Wallis and cross your wrists. He would bind her wrests. As she lay there he slowly stripped out of his clothing, he would bind the young girl’s wrists with his belt. Charles knelt between Amy’s shapely legs, his hands ran up the sensual curves of her young body, her arms to her wrist, which then he bound. His Body now pressed to hers and for the first time young Amy felt naked flesh pressed to her naked flesh.

“I am going to enjoy this Miss Wallis. It has been a long time sense I fucked a little virgin and claimed her cheery” He then threw his head back and an evil laugh erupted from deep inside him. First he would claim her virginity and then he would strip away her innocence one layer at a time till she was the perfect and willing little sex slave.

 

[TwistedBaby]

Amy cried out in fear and disbelief that this was happening to her, that her boss was posed to take her virginity, but the proof was there. She crossed her wrists above her head and he bound them together with his belt, firmly pressing his naked body between her legs as he did so. She couldn't fight him off if she tried, but for some reason the "fight" response never entered her mind, only flight.

Amy longed to disappear into her mental happy place as she often did when her life got simply too dreadful for her, but there were too many things connecting her to what was about to happen to her. Sir was speaking to her, what she didn't know and couldn't understand over the roaring in her ears, but it didn't seem like he expected a response from her now so she mentally shrugged his words away. But then he laughed, gave a truly evil laugh and that sent chills down her spine to her soul. She shuddered and spread her thighs wider, hoping he would get this over with quickly.

But Amy knew that even as she hoped he'd end this soon so she could go hide, she would never actually leave his presence without permission. She didn't dare. She was too well trained by now to actually do what she wanted to do rather than whatever he wanted her to do. Even after he finished with her, he would have to order her to leave him before she did, just as he did every work day for the past 2 weeks.

 

[cgraven]

“I am going to enjoy this Miss Wallis. It has been a long time sense I fucked a little virgin and claimed her cheery” Oh how he loved that look of fear in her expressive young eyes and that desire to flee, yet sweet little Amy lay there like a dear caught in the lights of an oncoming truck, knowing she should flee, but unable to. Such a sweet little submissive she was for despite her desire to flee she lay there waiting for her fate to claim her.

She become the perfect little submissive over the last weeks sense she became his Personal assistant. She had been so desperate for the job, her natural submissive nature, had made her so easily mold to the point where her wishes and desires had become submissive to his. By the simple turn of phrase, he could stamp out any resistance that may arise. Amy when she willingly submitted to his most outrageous demands, and a stern “Miss Wallis” when she showed any real resistance.

Amy now laid with her wrists bound, his naked body pressed to her naked body. And what did the frighten little beauty do? She spread her beautiful shapely legs. Despite her fear her gorgeous young body was welcoming him. He rolled his hips forward as he entered her chaste virgin body. Another thrust of his hips he sunk further into Amy, delicious tight pussy. With the third thrust of his hip and his cock pressed to her maiden head, the physical proof of her virginity. The next thrust of his cock claimed Amy’s virginity.
Charles Davenport fuck Amy Wallis hard and fast dominating her luscious, gorgeous body and her submissive will. “Amy you have a sweet tight little cunt. Come to me Amy!” All the time he kept her wrist over her head and in his grasp.

 

[TwistedBaby]

Amy cried out in pain as he entered her completely dry body, the pain unending and becoming unbearable almost as he thrust again and again, finally ripping through her maidenhead. Maidenhead, she thought, somewhat hysterically, as her mind fought to distance itself from the pain wracking through her whole body from her core deep inside her. Maidenhead, she thought again. What a quaint, old-fashioned term. Why did I think of my virginity as having a maidenhead? she wondered, then shrugged the thought away as Sir kept fucking her and slowly a tingly began at her core.

Suddenly he spoke to her and she listened.

“Amy you have a sweet tight little cunt. Come to me Amy!”

She frowned, confused.

"What do you mean, Sir? How do I get closer to you than I already am, Sir? You're already pressed tight against me in every way, Sir. Please Sir, you know I'll obey you and do whatever you want me to do. I need this job, and now, even more importantly, I need to stay here with you, Sir, in your home. That makes me even more in your debt Sir, so if that means you fucking me or some form of legalized prostitution, well, you know I'm up for it." She met his gaze once, to show him she was serious, before she looked away submissively like a good girl. He hadn't called her that yet, but she had a feeling it was only a matter of time before he would and then she would quiver in pleasure at those words. At least he hadn't called her Ms. Wallis this time. And for that she was eternally grateful.

Amy absolutely hated it when he called her by her last name. It was like a slap to her face and being spat upon at the same time. That was why whenever he called her that she was quick to do whatever it took to make him call her Amy again.

"Did you know," she wondered, "what an insult it is to me when you call me by my last name, Sir? I absolutely hate it, and you know that, but you don't really know why. Whenever you call me Miss Wallis, it's like you just slapped my face hard and spit on me. That's why I'm always so compliant afterwards, Sir. I thought it was time you knew and understood my abnormal reaction to it, Sir."

 

[cgraven]

“Amy you have a sweet tight little cunt. Come to me Amy!” He loved the little frown of confusion that marred her angelic face. He watched as her moist ripe lips parted. "What do you mean, Sir? How do I get closer to you than I already am, Sir? You're already pressed tight against me in every way, Sir. Please Sir, you know I'll obey you and do whatever you want me to do…..” Such a naïve little thing Amy was. He thrust in again into her gorgeous young body and ground his hips to hers.

Davenport continued to Physically dominated the young chestnut haired beauty, yet her next words let him know that he was also dominating her will as well. “I need this job, and now, even more importantly, I need to stay here with you, Sir, in your home. That makes me even more in your debt Sir, so if that means you fucking me or some form of legalized prostitution, well, you know I'm up for it."

Amy had taken another little step into her new life of becoming his little sex slave. Those sweet trusting eyes sought his as if looking for conformation that she was a “Good little Girl” eager to please him in any way he demanded. "Did you know,…….” Amy gasped as Davenport fucked her tight young cunt. “Whenever you call me Miss Wallis, it's like you just slapped my face hard and spit on me. ……..That's why I'm always so compliant afterwards, Sir”. Amy had unwittingly confirmed that that simple change of how he addressed her had a very powerful effect on the young beauty.

“Miss Wallis warp your legs around me and raise your hips to meet my thrust into that sweet cunt of yours.” He knew that that simple term “Miss Wallis” would have Amy immediately complying with his command. Davenport smiled to himself as Amy’s gorgeous young body began to betray her, her sweet honey nectar making his rape of the defiled young virgins supple young body. Now he waited for her shapely young legs to warp around him and her young hips to rise to meet his raping cock, then and only then would he whisper the words her young soul longed to hear, You’re a good little girl Amy and you please me.

 

[TwistedBaby]

Amy flinched as he called her Miss Wallis again and eagerly did as He commanded, wrapping her legs around His hips best she could so she could go back to being Amy to him. As she started to meet his thrusts with her own, pleasure bloomed and her blood caught on fire.

Oh, what's this, she wondered, her face full of awe at the pleasure her body was experiencing now. This must be the pleasure that all the ladies at the office whispered about, what romance novels raved about, why prostitutes were willing to go to jail over to experience, she thought. This pleasure must be why ....

Amy never stopped thrusting to meet Sir's hips when suddenly she tensed and exploded, crying out her pleasure loudly in his ear. Even as she came apart, she never stopped obeying his last command and kept thrusting her hips to meet his. She was too well trained not to, even in the midst of something earthshattering as her very first climax. Luckily, it had been a small one, but still, it had rocked Amy's world.

"Wow," she breathed, panting for breath, calming down.

 

[cgraven]

That simple phrase Miss Wallis had sweet little Amy wrapping her lovely shapely legs around Charles and lifting her gorgeous young body to meet his demanding thrusts. The little submissive became a willing participant in her own sensually seductive rape. That gorgeous young body was soon responding to her Master. Davenport could smell the tell tail scent of the young defile virgin’s arousal.

Charles Davenport was thrilled when he felt Amy’s luscious young body tense and then it happened her orgasm broke, Davenport felt that this was the first orgasm the young innocent had ever empierced. That lovely innocent body arched with the intensity of that orgasm.

"Wow," Amy gasped as she was panting, as she tried to catch her breath. Charles knew that Amy was trying to calm down, yet that was not part of his plans for his young P A. Davenport continued to fuck young Amy as he wrung a cascading series of orgasms from the naïve young beauty, each building on the one before. Amy was nearly spent from the intensity of her orgasms when Davenport’s own body tensed, and he filled Amy fertile young womb with his scalding white hot cum.

‘Amy you are a hot little fuck, and you please me.” He kissed the young girl’s forehead and then rolled off of her. “Amy don’t bother getting dressed I’ll want to fuck you again .”

Charles Davenport fucked Amy three more times that night.

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For the next two weeks Amy slowly became Sir personal little sex toy. In two more weeks, he would have Amy craving the pleasure that he brought her. Their sessions were unpredictable. Some time he was the lover a young girl dreams of at other times he was a domineering brute that took the girl with no thoughts of her pleasure. Davenport made up his mind the only fair thing to do was to teach Amy to crave pain as much as she craved pleasure.

 

[TwistedBaby]

Amy had a darker side of herself that was quickly emerging as the weeks past and Sir dominated her every thought. She no longer gave a thought to her own wants and needs except to a new desire, one that was matching his more and more often. She only dressed to go to work with Sir, and quickly undressed once they were home.

One evening, as they were eating dinner, Amy decided to bring up her only want. She was kneeling at his side on the floor eating from a plate on the floor.

"Sir, I've been a good girl, right?" Amy asked quietly. "I've always tried to do whatever you want, and I think I've proven to you, Sir, that I'm certainly no fragile doll to be handled with care. At times I've sensed you've been holding back on me, Sir, and I don't like that idea. I've accepted my place in your world, Sir, and that's to please You however you want. If that's as a pain slut sex slave, then fine, make me one. I don't care. Just don't sell me please. I've signed up to work with you and only those you approve of, not to be sold around the world, Sir." She paused. "Plus I like pain, Sir."

Amy gulped, shivering in fear at her bold words, her eyes glued to her shaking hands in her lap. She had never spoken so boldly to Sir since the first day she met him. And there was a reason for that, he intimidated her badly, plus she was desperate not to be homeless again. To speak so boldly like that might have just signed her death warrant and she knew it.

 

[cgraven]

"Sir, I've been a good girl, right? "I've always tried to do whatever you want………” Davenport idly wondered what Amy was going to ask him for, and he was only half listening to the young beauty that was kneeling at his feet. When he had first seen her Amy was a pretty girl he thought but now that she had been eating regularly and had put some wait on he could see that Amy was not only pretty, but she was a gorgeous young beauty.

The young girl went on how she had accepted her place in his world and was welling to be his sex slave, pain slut what ever he wanted of her. Then Amy dropped her gaze even more that normal. Her head slowly rose when she made her little confession, "Plus I like pain, Sir." Those words caught Charles Davenport by surprise.

“You enjoy pain Amy?” He her raised her chin with a single finger so her eyes met his gaze. The young girl’s expressive eyes had always been a window on her young soul, he wanted to see in those lovely expressive eyes if she were telling the truth. “Would you like me to pierce your sweet little clit Amy slowly with a needle and then insert a ring?”

Before she could answer Davenport gave her a new command. “Amy take my cock out and please me with your sweet succulent mouth and throat.” Charles had never commanded her to do such an act, but it was time that Amy expanded her abilities to please him. Later he would teach her other things, later he would mold her into his own little company whore for the sake of the business.

 

[TwistedBaby]

Sir's grip on her chin forcing her to meet his gaze after he asked her if she liked pain made her very uncomfortable. Not because she'd lied, as she hadn't, but because she couldn't remember the last time she had met his gaze so intentionally before. This was taboo to her now, this was breaking an instinctive rule. Amy longed to pull back and cower from him, but she had no reason to, she had to prove to them both that she was strong enough to deal with whatever he dealt her. She let her thoughts be read by him, let him see that she anticipated whatever pain he brought her with joy.

When Sir asked how she'd feel if he'd pierced her clit, Amy's pussy gushed and the smell of her arousal quickly filled the room. She blushed, still not used to her body's reactions like that and wondered if she would ever become used to them. Probably not, she thought, internally amused. Her thoughts were cut short by Sir's next command.

“Amy take my cock out and please me with your sweet succulent mouth and throat.”

Amy jumped in surprise and hesitated a mere moment as she processed the command. Sir allowed her that moment graciously, knowing that new commands took a moment or two getting used to. Soon as what her Sir wanted her to do registered, Amy flashed him a brilliant, but nervous, smile, careful not to meet his gaze, and went to work. Reaching up, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, tugging them down best she could, then reached in and took out his large cock. She hesitated for a moment and then licked his tip.

Amy liked the taste very much, bitter and salty, and she went after it some more. She licked the underside of Sir's cock and swallowed his precum eagerly. She moaned softly and sucked on it, stuffing more of his tip in her mouth eagerly. Soon it wasn't about pleasing Sir, but about pleasing herself with Sir's cock and tasty treat.

"I love your taste Sir! Wish I didn't ever have to stop drinking it!" Amy proclaimed truthfully, then stuffed more of his cock in her mouth, determined to taste more of his salty cock-skin and precum. Amy had no gag reflex at all, and therefore nothing telling her to stop going unless Sir stopped her, so soon her nose was buried in his pubic hairs.