Entrapped

[cgraven]

This is a closed thread for Lady S and cgraven, read along and enjoy.


It was a long way from the settlement houses and the docks of Lime House.
Ginger, Ginger West a runny nose kid, to fast to settle an argument or slight with his fists. That shock of ginger hair, and his temper was no lie, the reason for the monacoure. He had attended the school of hard knocks in the post war slums of London and like so many others; his mother was trying her best to raise him on her own. Ray had few memories of his Da, just a uniform, a bottle and his mother sobbing. His Gram had been a driving force in Ray’s younger days. Family that was the most important thing. You did anything necessary to care for them and that was the man’s job, a job that he had been doing sense he was twelve. Honor marked by your word, and once given, you lived by it. The Dole, it was the one thing that his Gram and Mother refused. You worked, you didn’t take a hand out. If there were no legit jobs, well you did what you had to.

He had made his money in the back room gaming, brothels and clubs of the West End. He had brutally made an example of the welshers and crushed the competition when it was called for. Tonight a client was stopping by, a client who he had given a small loan to, a client that had fallen behind. To Ginger it was only a number in a ledger, # 2-96-f-JD.

At the jarring sound of the bell, Ginger lifted his cold gray eyes to the flickering little monitor. A trim young woman in a rather fetching dress stood outside her eyes nervously shifting about.

“It your eight o’clock Ginger.”

“Ring her in Handlen.”

He sat there in the shadows his hands tented before his face. She was left standing in a harsh little pool of white light. There was no chair for her and she was nearly blinded by the light. The room smelled of cheap liquor and cigar smoke.

“You got the Money babe?”

His voice was dark and thick yet it was edged with steel.

 

[Lady_S]

She was all of 5’3’’ and barely over 100 lbs, but she carried a lot of curves into that tiny frame of a twenty three year old. Her exquisitely tapering yet firm bust was an immediate centre of attraction to those who would look in her direction. Amanda’s body was tanned from the summer sun to a tiny waist and her ass was round, fit and firm bubble. She had dark, lustrous hair and a captivating pair of hazel eyes that went with that frame.

It was surprising that she could look the way she did when her life had never been easy. Amanda had lost her dad when she was hardly ten and her mom never remarried for whatever reasons there could be. The caring mother’s earnings were modest but was barely enough for them to exist, surely not enough to dream of any luxuries. Amanda left high school; she was considered one of the bright students but that did not help her to pursue higher education even if she wanted. She searched and secured a job, albeit a lingerie shop, as a sales girl. She charmed her customers, was pampered by her boss and was envied by other girls in the store. She bore each of these reactions with a smile.

A couple of years into her job and Amanda’s life once again took another turn for the worse. Just when she hoped that her life was settling down for the better, her mother fell ill and, in a few days, she was diagnosed with a major disease that involved substantial expenses and a sudden need for money.

At that time she couldn’t think of any relative, either close or rich enough, from whom she could borrow to meet this expense. As a young girl, with hardly any financial creditability she could neither approach any bank for a loan. However, at the suggestion of one of the sales girls in the store, she approached the premise of Ginger West, a notorious loan shark. She did get the loan though but something told her that default in repayment would not be a very nice situation to be in against this man. The terms were rigid and even though she signed the papers for a loan number # 2-96-f-JD,she knew it would be almost impossible to repay in time.

True enough, she defaulted. She was warned twice but she could do nothing. But then she fixed an appointment with Ginger, whom she hadn’t met earlier but who was really the man running this business. She was to meet Ginger at eight that very evening and the man taking the appointment warned her not to come empty handed. She kept silent, hoping to plead and purchase some more time.

This evening, she turned up nervously, wearing a plum colour picture dress that fell midway up to her thighs, sleeveless, with an attached sash of the same material tied up in a rather large bow at the centre.

Amanda had some idea how these loan sharks were and particularly the guy named Ginger, briefed as she was by the same girl who had suggested his name. She walked into the room, and stood under a beam of light with darkness all around and her nervous discomfiture was clearly evident. “You got the money, babe?” she heard the cold voice although unable to see the face. Her legs were clearly shaking in fear and, with no chair offered to her, her condition was even worse and she placed a hand on the desk in front to steady herself.

In a trembling voice she blurted, “I couldn’t arrange for the amount that has fallen due. I cou…cou..could ..ahh ..only ge ..get $ 100. I promise … I’ll be able to get more before the end of the month.”

If only the man would accept, thought Amanda even though she knew she was making a commitment that would be impossible for her to keep.

 

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“I couldn’t arrange for the amount that has fallen due. I cou…cou..could ..ahh ..only ge ..get $ 100. I promise … I’ll be able to get more before the end of the month.”

How many times had he heard it before and that earnest plea and promise


That sweet voice, so sincere, as she implored him for just a little more time.

“Handlen see what our guest has in her bag.”

The brute grabbed the bag from Amanda and dumped it out on the desk at the edge of her island of harsh white light. The silence in the room was deafening only broken by the soft whisper of the falling contents of her bag as the brute rooted through them. Ginger West took the time to study the young woman before him she was young, slim, her short dark lustrous brown hair worn in the latest fashion and framed her angelic face with those striking hazel eyes. There was no doubt this girl was a real looker.

Just a little over one hundred and thirty dollars Ginger.

“A bit short are we Babe?”

He sneered the question at Amanda.

“And just how do you plan to get me Four thousand and one hundred plus interest by tomorrow Babe?”

He let the question linger.

"Perhaps if I had my associate break your arm as an incentive?"

West studied the young beauty as he casually sat behind his desk his hands tented before his face as he boldly took in ever sensual curve of her luscious young body.

 

[Lady_S]

Amanda had feared the worse when, earlier in the day, she had mustered enough courage to seek an appointment with Ginger and plead personally to him. If there was any hope of earning some sympathy and relief, it quickly receded. The voice at the other end was anything but considerate; rather it was cold, threatening and indicated utmost seriousness in recovering the entire loan without the least delay and in any way possible.

The young girl looked on terrified and in tears as the contents of her handbag lay dumped on the table. She didn’t touch the money but ashamed as she was, she started gathering the items and putting them back in her bag – cell, keys, mint, hair ties and brush, lipstick, safety pins, tampons and a host of articles that she was quickly wanting to disappear into privacy. All the while, this guy named Handlen stood beside her so close that she could feel his hot breath on her neck and hand touching her ass now and then even if accidentally. She moved away a bit, hoping that the man wouldn’t dare follow, at least not in front of his boss.

Just then Ginger’s stinging voice taunted her, “And just how do you plan to get me Four thousand and one hundred plus interest by tomorrow babe?”

She had no answer to that one. Her face, bathed in the focused light overhead, must have gone through a sea of expressions from timidity, fear, helplessness and surrender. It was obvious to Amanda that her plea for some more time had fallen on deaf ears although, at the back of her mind, she knew the question really had no answer.

Just then the seriousness sank in when Ginger threatened to break an arm if necessary.

Helplessly, she only went on blabbering excuses and ways, if only one would click in the shark’s uncompromising mind.

“Please Mr. West, I know it’s a bit too much but I think I’ll be able to repay in a couple of months…” she let her voice float across.

Silence! She could just see the man’s thick fingers drumming on the desk, barely outside the zone of light.

“May be I’ll work more … just to help me repay,” she offered a solution to her problem in a shaky voice hoping it would be accepted.

She heard Ginger just clear his throat, but still no words came out of the darkness. Just the sound of creeping footsteps as Handlen made an effort to come nearer to Amanda. The threat of a broken arm loomed in the scared and terrified mind of the young girl.

“Please Mr. West! I would do anything to repay … ju just .. give me some time,” she blurted out.

 

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Ginger smiled at the stunning young beauty’s reaction to the mere suggestion of pain, the frightened little rabbit look in those soft wide eyes. The way her lower lip trembled before the words came spilling over her sweet moist ripe lips.

“Please Mr. West, I know it’s a bit too much but I think I’ll be able to repay in a couple of months……May be I’ll work more …….. just to help me repay……..

That sweet angelic voice trailed off as Amanda pleaded with him for more time. How many times had he heard those empty promises to repay the loan if only he gave them a little more time. Ginger saw the fear in Amanda’s eyes, the way she curled in around herself, wrapping her arms around her slim young body. A wicked smile bowed his lips as her careless phrase slipped pass those rip lips.

“Please Mr. West! I would do anything to repay … ju just .. give me some time,”


“ Anything Babe?”

Ginger let the question linger just long enough so Amanda realized her mistake yet he went on before she could answer.

“ Well a bird like you, young and a looker………”

That wicked smile only broadens as he continued. His dark eyes, holding Amanda’s captive in his unblinking gaze.

“……. perhaps we can renegotiate the terms of your loan. So why don’t you just slip out of your things and let’s see the Goods Honey!”

Ginger loved the look of shock and dismay in the girl’s wide eyes as she stared at him, her heart pounding and her life force visibly fluttering at the little hallow where Amanda’s pulse was beat just below the surface of her flawless silken skin. She was about to protest, to refuse to do it, but a cough sound behind her reminded Amanda that should she refuse, Handlen would probably more than willing to do it himself, with a word from his boss. She gave a shudder, her hazel eyes flashed with reproach and annoyance, belatedly realizing the rashness of her offer to do anything to repay her debt.

 

[Lady_S]

“Anything Babe?”

The folly of uttering that one word quickly registered in Amanda’s mind. How silly could she be? ‘Anything’ could mean almost ‘everything’ and for that one slip, she knew, she might have to pay a big price. She was about to protest, wanted to explain that it was unintentional, that it was just her intention to repay her loan but even before she could open her mouth Ginger was roguishly back with another.

“ Well a bird like you, young, and a looker ……….”

What’s he leading me to? Amanda fidgeted with her bag without any purpose but she could not hide the uneasiness of a nervous girl. She breathed a bit heavily, unable to come up with a response to the words that came out of the darkness. The lights above fell on her agonisingly but it only helped to stress her heaving yet perfectly shaped breasts.

Just then Ginger leaned forward and although he was still not within the arc of light and brightness Amanda could make out the rough features of his face. It was sharp, it was purposeful and it was clearly about to say something more demanding. His face was now clearly visible and his tormenting eyes stared at Amanda with a singular purpose.

“ ……… perhaps we can renegotiate the terms of your loan. So why don’t you just slip out of your things and let’s see the goods Honey!”

The shark had put across his price. It was crude, repulsive and certainly deserving rejection by any girl. The only thing was that in her position she was not ‘any’ girl but one who had put herself into a terrible mess. She was about to react to this preposterous proposal and her mouth contorted in disbelief and horror. She had bent a little, wanting to put across some words of protest to one who was so repulsively vulgar. That little effort only made her ass touch Handlen behind her, who had also pushed forward menacingly with a cough. Just as soon as she had gathered courage to protest, it quickly evaporated. There could be only one conclusion to this encounter. As she straightened her shapely body and made an effort to hold back the tears that was about to burst, she felt a prodding finger on her back.

“You are on stage Baby … you heard the boss? The show begins right now.” This was Handlen and he was clearly threatening.

It was pointless pleading anymore and be treated with the same indifference. She resigned to her helplessness.

Amanda just knew what she was about to expose. Underneath the plum dress, she wore the most exquisite set of white lace lingerie, a product of the lingerie shop where she worked. She wondered if it would be enough for Ginger and his crony if she parted with just her dress and stood in her under garments. It would at least expose the ‘goods’ that he had spoken of without her being fully naked.

Her arms went behind her as she made an effort to unzip the dress, unable to look at the man who just stared at her. The harsh white light that covered her all along was now ready to embarrass her.

“It’s just the dress isn’t it, Mr. West?” Amanda squeaked.

 

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When Handlen cough and growled in Amanda’s ear,

“You are on stage Baby … you heard the boss? The show begins right now.”

The mattered was settled. Amanda’s striking hazel green eyes flashed with anger and a hint of childish annoyance yet it was apparent that the young dark haired beauty had little choice; after all she had said “Anything”.

“It’s just the dress isn’t it, Mr. West?”

Amanda squealed nervously. Defeated she reached back and unzipped her dress, before sliding down the sensual curves of her gorgeous young body. West watched as Amanda’s dress cascaded down her slim body before stepping out of it and stand before Ginger West in nothing but her exquisite white lace lingerie which highlighted her youthful charms. Amanda’s supple young body trembled, as she hesitated to take off her white lacey bra and panties. West could see the hope in the young girl’s eyes that this humiliation would be enough.

As the girl stood there in her lacy underwear, heels and thigh high hose in that harsh glaring pool of white light that allowed her to hide nothing, Ginger West gave a snort of approval and nothing else. He let the young beauty stand there as time slipped away, the silence oppressive. Then that thick cocky voice spoke.

“Very nice my dear but I said I wanted to see the goods……….All of them!”

The tenor in West’s voice left no doubt that he was a man who was use to being obeyed, and the edge to his voice told Amanda without the need for words that she better get on with it or Handlen’s rough paws would do it for her.

Ginger loved that sweet blush that kissed Amanda's cheeks turn from crimson to scarlet. The flash of pride as those striking hazel eyes as she jerked her head up again. Amanda’s sweet ripe lips ”O”ed as if she would protest this latest humiliation. This girl had spirit and West longed to curb that proud spirit to bring it low, and make her bend. But Ginger West did not want to break spirit, he wanted her to submit kicking and screaming all the way till she cuddled to him like a sweet little kitten. That however would take time.

 

[Lady_S]

“Very nice my dear but I said I wanted to see the goods …… All of them!”

Something in those words, the extent of humiliation that they carried and her own condition as she stood lingerie clad like a sexual exhibit ignited Amanda’s spirit of defiance and defence. Her position was now like that of a cornered cat hounded for the kill and she let her instincts claw back one more time even if it was futile.

“Oh no, I won’t Mr. West! I’ll do nothing of the sort …. Unless you can show me one clause in the agreement that tells I’ll have to strip if I fail in repayment,” she stood fiery faced. She was not sure what she had signed but she gambled.

The man opposite just looked on, his eyes scanning the girl from top to bottom, not hiding his appreciation of the ‘goods’ that were on display before he broke into a chuckle. To Amanda it seemed that Ginger West was enjoying every moment of her torment and he was just prolonging the end to savor her distress. I won’t succumb so easily, Amanda thought to herself. In another act of defiance, she started to pick up the dress that she had placed on the desk a while ago with the purpose of getting dressed again.

“Now, if you have finished Mr. West, I would like to dress before we begin discussions on the renegotiation that you spoke of,” she said boldly. She hoped she had given a picture of confidence and courage and that her rising heartbeat and shaky nerves were not overtly visible.

Ginger West looked momentarily at Handlen. May be that was indication enough to the man behind Amanda, for she felt an instant vice like grip on both her naked upper arms. The upper portion of her delicate body was drawn back roughly. Instantly, her breasts became taut and sharp, her nipples ready to burst out of the soft, laced covering of the cups.

“You are hurting me,” she protested. The grip only became more painful.

To what extent would they go? Amanda wished she had an answer. Till now, Ginger had remained seated where he was without making an effort to come near her or even wanted her to do so. As the pain in her arms increased and she was certain that by now there would certainly be a welting of her skin, she played her last gamble as she turned her face back towards Handlen.

“Go on, break them …. You’ll only get a broken doll. Sure your boss would be happy?” she still spoke arrogantly.

 

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“Very nice my dear but I said I wanted to see the goods …… All of them!”

Ginger West loved the fire that flared in the young beauty’s eyes as Amanda back stiffened and her hazel eyes became dark and stormy.

“Oh no, I won’t Mr. West! I’ll do nothing of the sort …. Unless you can show me one clause in the agreement that tells I’ll have to strip if I fail in repayment,”

Ginger found it amusing that this young beauty thought that she was in a position to negotiate. A bemused little smiled bowed West’s lips as he waited to see just how far he would let this fiery little beauty would go before he made it quite clear that she was in no position to refuse his demands.

“Now, if you have finished Mr. West, I would like to dress before we begin discussions on the renegotiation that you spoke of,”

Handlen caught the subtitle nod that West gave him. Handlen stepped up behind Amanda and griped her arms so hard that little white half moons appeared at his fingertips on her creamy ivory skin.

“You are hurting me,”

Amanda blurted out and then her fiery spirit flared once more as she spat at them.

“Go on, break them …. You’ll only get a broken doll. Sure your boss would be happy?”

West and Handlen both laughed for breaking Amanda’s arms was not what they had in mind for this stunning fiery young beauty.

“Handlen please assist our young guest in removing her bra and panties.”

West voice was calm as he spoke, it had a dark serpent like quality as it coiled around Amanda’s senses. Yet it was Handlen’s hands that presented the real threat at the moment. Their firm grip slid down the fiery young beauty’s arms. Handlen and West found Amanda’s pathetic little struggles amusing as Ginger’s gorilla both of the girl's hands in one of his as he bent her arms behind her back as her turned her to face him and drawing her firm young body tight to his rock hard body. Handlen fished a knife from his pocket and with a flick of his wrist its blade shimmered menacingly, its cold unyielding steel caressed Amanda’s soft warm skin. That cold steel slid across the girl’s flawless skin, a flick of Handlen’s wrist an Amanda’s bra strap parted in less than a heard beat and a flick of a wrist and the girl’s other bra strap fell to that sharp blade. The tip of Handein’s knife explored the firm curves of Amanda’s breasts as it slid down the scented valley between them and with one last flick cut that little scrape of white lace in two. When Handlen turned Amanda to face his boss again the tattered remains of her bra fluttered to the floor.

Ginger West gave an appreciating nod as Amanda was turned to face him. In that moment of confusion and humiliation Handlen ripped Amanda lacy panties from her to leaving her standing before his boss naked as the day she was born.

“Come here Babe I want a closer look.”


Ginger West swiveled his chair, he patted his leg for her to take a seat. There could be no doubt in Amanda’s mind that she had little choice in the matter as Handlin’s rock hard body was still pressed to her back.


“ What do they call you Babe?”

With a little shove from Handlen the CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. of the young beauty’s heels echoed in the still room. Ginger West sat there his short-cropped ginger hair, his thick bulldog neck, turned to the sensual clicking of the girl’s heels. At first glance as he sat there one might think he was just an overweight gangster yet that would be a deadly mistake for that bulk was solid muscle. He watched as the naked beauty came around his desk to the softer light where he sat, his cold gray eyes boldly took in every sensually, seductive curve of her ravishing young body from the gentle bow of her slender neck, to the firm curve of her breasts capped by little pink rosebud nipples, to her flat abdomen and the dark fleecy triangle that caressed her moist warm treasure.

 

[Lady_S]

Amanda’s false courage ebbed at the laughter and approach of these two men. No matter how much she had tried, they were hardly impressed or surprised by her show of defiance. With little to offer by way of physical strength she now resigned to her fate. She had been sufficiently warned even before she had taken the loan that these illegal loan sharks would go to any means to recover their dues. Gangsters lived in their own world of depravity and wouldn’t hesitate to lay hands on a girl’s modesty. For the body was just as much a material possession of the borrower as her money or house or any other goods owned by her.

“Handlen, please assist our young guest in removing her bra and panties.”

Her arms on her chest she took a protective stance, trying to offer some semblance of resistance as she turned to face Handlen who had already gripped her harder than before. She struggled to release herself, hammering a few blows on the man’s chest with her hands but that only brought about a snigger from the brute. In one swift action, he had let go his right hand and held both the girl’s arms with his left, holding back the delicately soft limbs. She still wouldn’t spare an effort, trying to pull apart her hands as her body shook in failure.

“Let go you brute,” she shrieked in an inaudible voice which the men either didn’t hear or ignored totally, both of them enjoying themselves at the hapless condition of the girl.

Handlen’s knife had gone to work and she felt the cold steel running across her back, the slow touch threatening her with the impending but certain nakedness. The fright was clearly visible in her eyes and from the initial resistance a while ago these were now imploring, as she looked at Handlen who had glee on his face written all over.

He picked his spots with the precision of a surgeon as he ripped apart the bra straps and the cups, without support, fell on to the perky curves which rose and fell with her exhausted breath. Satisfied at his work, he let the knife probe in between her cleavage and in one swift action, split the laced strip in two but part of it remained dangling on her breasts. Her panties met the same fate as it lay in tatters on the floor and Handlen forcefully turned Amanda around so that she now faced Ginger.

The ignominy of that humiliation further rubbed in when, in that stage of nakedness, Amanda was asked to walk across to Ginger. Of all her nakedness, it was the exposed triangular bush that she was ashamed of the most.

“Come here Babe. I want a closer look. What do they call you babe?”

She didn’t even feel like answering that question and kept quiet. It was at Handlen’s prodding that she walked over towards Ginger. The sound of her heels was not that of a confident and proud woman but one that revealed the state of her shaken nerves.

Nearer to Ginger, she saw that the man was not just burly but huge and the lap that he had indicated for her to sit on was big enough for two petite girls like her sit easily. But, at the same time, there was one other thing that caught her attention and that was the unmistakable bulge that had taken shape right in the middle of that vast lap. If Amanda was scared till now, at this moment she felt terrified. She had already taken two steps back and had she been able she would have sprinted away like a deer. But it was the trusted Halden behind her who pushed her back towards Ginger. Unbalanced, the poor girl fell right on the waiting lap and on to the man’s hardness, her arms almost around his neck as she tried to arrest her fall. For a moment, the softness of her breast squeezed into Ginger’s chest. Just for a second though.

“Oh! No!” Amanda cried out as she jumped out from where she was pushed into.

“You can’t do this to me Mr. West. Please, oh please, let me go, I beg you," she wailed.

 

[cgraven]

With an accommodating little shove Amanda found herself sitting on Ginger West’s lap. Like a frightened little rabbit the stunning naked young beauty popped right back up as she gasped.

“Oh! No!”

The fear that West saw in those sweet soft hazel eyes pleased him as Amanda stammered.

“You can’t do this to me Mr. West. Please, oh please, let me go, I beg you,"

Ginger West massive arm snaked around Amanda’s trim little waist as he drew the naked struggling young girl back on to his lap. The hovering presence of Handlen made it quite clear that Amanda had little choice but to accept the fated that her own ill advised choice was now forcing on her.

“I asked you what your friends called you young lady!”

There was a warning note in West’s voice that told Amanda that she better answer his question or there would be a price to be paid. As he spoke he laid his meaty hand on her thigh.

“As to your loan Honey I think I shall have you work it off. You got the goods for the job………..What do you say Babe?”

There was little doubt what he expected by working off her debt as his fingers traced idle little patterns on Amanda’s naked thigh. With each fleeting touch of her velvet skin Ginger could feel the little shiver of disgust that rippled through the spirited young beauty.

Handlen was the ever present shadow hovering so close, the shadow that would enforce whatever West demanded of the frightened dark haired young beauty. The dark lecherous look in his smoldering eyes told the trapped young beauty that he could not wait to get his hands on her once more. Those eyes told Amanda that perhaps West the lesser of two evils and so the hapless young beauty was faced with the devil’s own choice, surrender to West’s outrageous demands or to be possibly being given to Handlen to persuade her that it was to her to submit.

 

[Lady_S]

The hands that held her at the waist were big, coarse and strong. With ease, he just pulled Amanda back on to his lap and then, with a hand covering her belly button, she was held in place making it impossible for her to dart out again. His other hand was now free, as it roamed teasingly across her naked thighs. Oh! How disgusted she felt, how terribly impure! And, at the back of her mind, she was haunted with the thought of losing what she had treasured and preserved till now. She gave up any thought of escape, for just in front stood that beast of a man Handlen, grinning from ear to ear, possibly entertaining the thought of having a few morsels of this luscious prey who sat so desirously on Ginger’s lap. The rude and imposing voice drew Amanda’s attention once again.

“ I asked you what your friends called you young lady!”

She had to answer now, avoiding this would only bring more discomfort and that too possibly at the hands of the one who stood in front. If she had to, she would rather be ‘spoilt’ by the man who was the boss than the one who hungered in front like a beast. She wondered if she could get away by any other name than her own. May be their records gave only a number rather than a name, just like # 2-96-f-JD allotted to her when she first approached for a loan. In the end she decided against this folly – she would most certainly be caught and that could prove more dangerous.

“Mandy,” she said softly, for that was not untrue. Her friends did call her by that name rather than Amanda.


“As to your loan Honey I think I shall have you work it off. You got the goods for the job....... What do you say Babe?”

Amanda pondered for a while. By now, the abhorrence and disgust that filled her mind when Ginger first played on her naked thigh had subsided. Her eyes moved across the room, wondering how many innocent girls in similar position might have succumbed to this man under threat. Ginger’s finger moved about without any resistance, moving into the girl’s inner thighs and Amanda’s feelings by now had turned from disgust to discomfort, from unbearable to uneasiness.

“Do I have a choice, Mr. West? If I don’t then I would rather keep quiet. But I do hope your terms will be fair and I am able to repay your loan as quickly as possible,” Amanda said weakly.

 

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She turned her face from him, her dark hair now falling over her left eye lightly, hiding her face just a little.

".. Amanda. Or Mandy?"

“Amanda…….no to POSH…… Yah Mandy, its sassy, it suits you Babe.”

Mandy turned her face from him, her dark hair now falling over her left eye teasingly, hid her face just a little.

With each fleeting touch of her velvet skin Ginger could feel the little shiver of disgust that rippled through the spirited young beauty.

“Do I have a choice, Mr. West? If I don’t then I would rather keep quiet. But I do hope your terms will be fair and I am able to repay your loan as quickly as possible,”

Mandy’s voice sounded resigned, if a little weak, and that brought a wry smile to Gingers rugged face.


Ginger swept Mandy’s soft dark hair from her sweet angelic face, her stunning hazel eyes burned with a cold green fire. Damn but he loved her spirit. No shrinking violet, Mandy.



“Brains as well as beauty Babe I Like that, and your quite right Mandy you really don’t have a choice. I know many a block that would pay for a tumble with you and the harder you fought the more they would pay.”

Ginger West had not minced words he made it very clear that Mandy had no real choice. As he spoke his hand had crept steadily up her silken thigh as if to punctuate what he was saying. His thick fingers now brushed Mandy’s rose pink folds.

“So tell me Mandy how many lovers have you had? And what Honey would you say was your most accomplished sexual act.”

 

[Lady_S]

Those thick fingers! They were becoming so decidedly distracting now that they were on to the pink folds. Never before had these been touched by any other person ….. well, none other than herself! What’s was happening to her all of a sudden? Brains! What brains was he talking about. Was she in her senses at this moment or else why would she start thinking how easy and pleasant it would be if she surrendered to the whims of this man?

“So tell me Mandy how many lovers have you had? And what Honey would you say was your most accomplished sexual act.”

Just when her defiance seemed to be weakening, Ginger’s words hit Amanda’s pride and hurt her badly. Her crumbling resistance got back some of the fire all of a sudden and although she couldn’t jump out of Ginger’s lap, she protested. Her pretty face contorted into wild anger as she turned her neck and screamed at Ginger whose face was barely ten inches away.

“Just who do you take me for Mr. West? Some cheap hussy? You think I have been jumping into bed with whoever wants to?” She tried to wriggle out of his clutches, the anger trying to manifest itself in a physical outburst, even if it was futile.

The grinning Ginger pulled Amanda more into his chest, obviously enjoying her spirited retaliation. She stared back at the man’s gray eyes underneath the short-cropped ginger hair. Just then she felt those thick fingers roaming over her pussy lips once again ….. teasingly and searchingly. Amanda wished she could push away those fingers and hand from where they were placed but instead, on an impulse, may be with the purpose of wanting to prevent the man’s hand to move about, she clamped her thighs tightly on the hand to make it immobile.

To anyone, there could be just one meaning for this behaviour by a girl …. that it was her intention to let the hand remain where it was and continue to do whatever it was doing. Ginger had a rascally smile on his face as his eager finger become more probing. The more intense was the probe the more Amanda clamped her thighs tighter.

 

[cgraven]

Was that a soft little gasp that had escaped Mandy’s soft ripe lips as Ginger’s finger slid along the moist delicate folds of the young girl’s sweet little pussy. Oh how he savored the way that this delightful young beauty was melting into his arms. Yet he loved the flare of her of her fiery young spirit when he had demanded of her. how many lovers have you had? And what Honey would you say was your most accomplished sexual act.” And her sharp outraged reply to his question.

“Just who do you take me for Mr. West? Some cheap hussy?

There was no mistaking the girl’s anger as she struggled within Ginger West firm grip. A smile bowed his lips as Mandy struggled in his grasp,; Could this stunning young beauty be a virgin? He almost dismissed the though and yet it was so intriguing, as he pulled her tightly to his chest. Well there was one way to find out and his fingers, which were stroking Mandy’s soft moist feminine folds, was in the right place to answer that taunting and intriguing question. That lecherous smile broaden as the tip of his finger rolled the trapped young beauty’s hooded clit beneath that pad of his finger, slowly coaxing it from its sheltered hiding place.

Mandy’s reaction was immediate, as she clamped her velvet thighs together trapping his hand were it was. The little gasps and moans that escaped those sweetly “O”ed lips left no doubts in Ginger’s mind, there could be just one meaning for this behavior by Mandy …. that it was her intention to let the hand remain where it was and continue to do whatever it was doing. His dark grey eyes met the young girl’s fiery hazel eyes and he could see in those clear depths her smoldering arousal. His finger slowly began to work in and out of Mandy’s deliciously tight little pussy. As he finger fucked the trapped young beauty his dark brooding eyes held Mandy’s captive in his unblinking gaze. His probing, fucking fingers brushed that little barrier that proclaimed that Mandy was a very rare young lady, a Virgin!.

“So no one has tapped that sweet little honey pussy of yours. You have been saving yourself for Mister right Mandy?”

West taunted her and smiled down into her stormy eyes as her fiery spirit flared once more.

“So shall it be me or Handlen that gets to claim that sweet little prize you have been so diligently guarding Mandy?”

Ginger West turned to the brute that was hovering so close to them.
"Handlen got a coin will flip to see who gets first poke at that tight little pussy,……. Awe yes I know you would rather have a poke at her tight ass Handlen.”

There was the harsh clink of a coin hitting the concrete floor. A coin that would decide Mandy’s fate.

“Heads Handlen looks like you……..”

Ginger’s words hung in the air as he let Mandy anticipate who would be the one to claim her virginity.

“………………..You lose Handlen.”

Both men’s attention was now fully on the trapped little virgin.

“Get up babe, strip off your shoes and stockings, and make it sexy Mandy if you know what is good for you.”

He was glaring down at the stunned young beauty.

“Hands on the desk and spread them lovely legs of yours!”



“Handlen………”

The man’s name alone was enough to tell Mandy that she had no choice in the matter the only question how painful her fall from grace would be.

 

[Lady_S]

There was sheer helplessness in Amanda by the relentless probing of the man’s fingers. True she had indulged in a degree of self-pleasure in the privacy of her home but this was different, one that she had never experienced. She could only gasp softly, allowing little moans to escape, much to her own discomfort and embarrassment after her show of dislike till now.

In the meantime, while her thighs remained clamped on Ginger’s robust hand, the man took further liberties as a finger began its intensive search of the girl’s sexual corridor. In Ginger’s favour it had to be said that while his earlier brushes were non-consensual, Mandy’s present behaviour seemed an invitation to carry on.

“So no one has tapped that sweet little honey pussy of yours. You have been saving yourself for Mister right Mandy?”

A matter of fact statement by one who had almost ‘clinically’ examined the girl and was satisfied that what she had said was factually correct. To Amanda, much as she may have disliked the taunts she had no reason to deny either. On the other hand the intensity of the man’s finger as it dug in and out of her moist, inflamed pussy silenced whatever intention she might have had to protest.

“So shall it be me or Handlen that gets to claim that sweet little prize you have been so diligently guarding Mandy?”

Oh! No! Not him. Unsaid words, but her eyes didn’t hide the horror that hid behind the hazel pair. The terrified girl looked towards Handlen and her entire body revolted at the thought of being claimed by this man. She turned her face away as the man’s lecherous eyes locked on to hers.

Just then, she heard Ginger suggest flipping a coin to decide her unenviable fate and she just looked on in disbelief. So, all these years she had waited for just a flip of the coin? It came to just that … and that too among two who she would have rejected outright? But the alarming probability of Handlen getting that first poke made her panic as she writhed on Ginger’s lap.

“Oh my god! Just let it not be him,” Amanda whispered inaudibly as the stark possibility of Handlen winning loomed in her mind and the horror of his sexual preference. She realized that she was thrown into a situation where she was making a choice for the lesser evil. She wouldn’t know that Ginger had overheard even that inaudible whisper for he had looked at her quizzically.

“Heads Handlen!”

The coin just clinked and rolled across to where Ginger was sitting. As he stooped to check so did Amanda, inwardly praying that he won the toss.

A fleeting look of terror as she thought she saw ‘Tails’ on top but Ginger had other things in mind, much to the frightened girl’s relief.

“ ……….. You lose Handlen.”

Her saviour, she thought as relief swept through her, and she warmed into him instantly. For an instant she couldn’t care less what Ginger said next and was almost willing to part with her shoes and stockings in gratitude.

But the reality of what would follow now was on to her. Standing with her hands on the desk and her legs spread just a little, she was trembling in fear.

“Please! Oh Please! Don’t hurt me,” she squeaked.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger found the sweet fragrance of Mandy’s arousal quite intoxicating. Her body, if not her mind was certainly receptive to his bold advances. Yet one look at those smoldering Hazel eyes told him her mind was far from accepting what her body apparently craved. When Mandy slid from his lap he was quite surprised at the fluid and graceful movements as she slipped from her heels and seductively rolled down her stockings. Oh there was no mistake he enjoyed her forced striptease yet this somehow seemed more graceful more sensual as if something the ravishing young beauty herself was not quite aware of. There was a moment when Mandy seemed to hesitate between him and Handlen but he seemed to be the lesser of the evils. He could tell by her little glances back to see just where the silent brute was.

The wicked smile that bowed Ginger’s lips told Mandy that he liked what he saw. When she continued to hesitate he used the one thing he knew she feared more than him more than being taken like a common whore. Handlen. That single name that threat personified had been enough to get the ravishing beauty to hastily scrambled up, moving up onto her feet. She gave both men openly hostile looks as she moved, placing her hands on the wood desk in front of her, making her body bend a little. She then spread her legs apart, exposing her pussy, as her fate rapidly closed in on her. West let Mandy stand there on lewd display for several minutes as he and Handlen discussed her body and speculated on her sexual performance as if she were a new car they were thinking of purchasing.

Mandy was almost trembling when Gingers huge hands griped her waist. West smiled as the young girl nearly jumped out of her skin at the touch of his cock on her inner thigh. But Mandy was a smart girl and had kept her eyes front. He could felt her visible relax at the simple words You lose Handlen. Then brace herself for the coming assault.

West knew it was always better to keep his latest victim off balance, to keep them guessing, a little threat to make the point, and little Hope to keep them under control. So instead of ramming into that sweet vulnerable pussy and brutally claiming what was by right his now, he let his finger sensually slide along the length of Mandy’s dewy pink folds. A perverse smile twisted his lips for Mandy’s pussy was already moist and ready to be taken. Ginger knew that she would know now that despite all, somehow she had become aroused and the shame of it no longer a secret. Slowly that finger snake deeper and deeper into her until he was rolling her clit again under its pad. He teased, messaged, and coaxed it from its hooded hiding place. Ginger let it slip into her tight pussy and grunted his approval. Before long a second finger joined the first as he worked them deeply in and out of the girl as he slowly, seductively opened up the young virgin. It was if he were searching for something and then his fingers fluttered over the one little illusive rough spot in all of Mandy’s moist silken perfection. His palm was pressed to her Mon, his fingers fluttered over that spot as he rolled her clit under the heel of his palm.


West could feel the hot blush of Mandy’s humiliation with each little whimpered moan and sensual gasp that bubbled from her moist, ripe, “O”ed lips. He loved how her treacherous little body was slowly betraying this proud young beauty. He felt Mandy’s body tensed, shudder, and squeeze down on his tormenting fingers. Ginger knew how to touch a woman to bring her pleasure and he now would make the young virgin cum on his questing fingers alone.


“Please! Oh Please! Don’t hurt me,”


Mandy squeaked.

He was patient and waited till that moment of the trapped little beauty’s deepest humiliation It was then that he let his fingers slip from Mandy’s quivering body. He slammed into her virgin pussy with one might thrust as he tore away her innocence. His hands drawing her hips back to him. He pounded into Mandy, dominating her gorgeous supple young body, riding her hard demanding all she could give and more. Each thrust drover Mandy forward on to the desk, forced her to brace her hands to it, as West took her. His hand now cupped her breasts finger rolling, pinching and tugging at her nipples as still he rode her.

It was done to make it quite clear to the now defiled young virgin that she was his, his to do with as he pleased.

 

[Lady_S]

Mandy had stood nervously with her hands on the desk and with her legs apart. She had obediently followed the orders of Mr. West when she sat on the chair and, removing her heels, rolled down her stockings. In the end, her shoes and stockings lay piled on the floor beside her. Just like her dress and undergarments that lay crumpled on the wood desk right in front of her face.

When Ginger came and stood behind Mandy, one of the first things he did was to slap her inner thighs, indicating that they were to be further parted. The girl had been hesitant, ashamed at showing more than necessary but the man’s needs were urgent and he wanted the best posture for an easy and enjoyable journey into her virginity.

The pink folds of her pussy now lay opened out before Ginger like a blossoming flower. They were moist, they were quivering and they were still innocent. The stage of innocence, however, was almost over and she could only hope that the trauma of that first violation wouldn’t end in a complete dislike for sex.

As she lay in frozen anticipation in that position, gripping the wooden sides, her knuckles stiff and icy white in bracing for the first push, she saw the dreaded Handlen walking across and standing at the other end of the desk. Her face now pale, she wondered what mischief was this animal was up to? Handlen stared at the girl knavishly as he stretched his big hand and, putting aside the girl’s plum dress, coolly picked up her soft lace panties from the desk. To Mandy’s utter disgust, Handlen had raised the panty to his face and, with a lewd grin, began sniffing that piece of cloth. He sniffed deeply, not muffling his sounds … wanting to humiliate the terrified girl by his sounds alone, even before he got the opportunity to lay his hands.

“Hmmm … smells nice,” he said in garbled voice with the panties still covering the lower part of his face. Mandy turned her face away and if she could, she would have covered her ears too.

Just at this moment, when her attention was so thoroughly engaged in the perversions of the horrible Handlen, she felt the unmistakable touch of hardness on her inner thighs. She shook instantly, almost recoiling in fear. Ginger understood the withdrawal and instantly slapped her on the ass curves. It was a warning … as if to say ‘be receptive’. Mandy tried her best to relax and ease her body. The best way for her now, with what was inevitable, was to make it easy and smooth for herself. Pleasures, his or hers, were least in her mind right now. It was just survival of an incoming storm.

The hot shaft roamed about teasingly on the naked thighs … traces of moistness trickled on her raw skin … not hers surely, she thought. For, the little moistness that had formed earlier when she sat on Ginger’s lap had all but dried up in the recent bouts of fear.

Just when Mandy was expecting something brutal to happen she felt the hardness move away. Not that her pussy folds were left alone. Rather, she realized that a thick finger had replaced the man’s cock. It ran along the crack, teasing her a bit before pushing in. It played with the walls inside, touching her clit, playing around it, tapping it … Mandy felt her body relaxing in stages. Despite her humiliation, more so in front of that lecherous Handlen, she seemed to be anticipating his moves inside. Unexpectedly, however, he suddenly pushed in another finger, and both of these played inside in tandem. Amanda knew she had leaked but her mind didn’t own up. She refused to believe that she was wanting this to continue.

All of a sudden, Ginger pulled out his fingers and the girl felt an emptiness after that frenzy of activity. But that was for moments only. Ginger had clasped her thin waist with his burly hands, bent her down more on to the desk and pushing her forward on the wood desk.

She cried out once again, “Mr. West, please … don’t hurt me. I beg you!”

Ginger pushed in one mighty thrust and, in just a fleeting second, Mandy had surrendered her innocence of all these years. The passage, made easier by the man’s incessant probing with his fingers a while ago, was moist enough and the shaft moved in to fill in the gnawing emptiness. She lay straddled on the desk, her hands stretched out, her face on the wooden turf … and the man crushing her from behind.

“Squeeze her titties Ginger,” Handlen said almost greedily. He was thoroughly enjoying the girl being taken in this manner, right on the desk and right in front of him.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger’s touch, the way he toyed with her innocent young body, and the way he stimulated it were making her body react, no matter how much her mind tried to say no. He was an expert at this, and was certainly proving that to her. Her body writhed as his fingers stimulated her, rubbed at her most elusive spot, her clit, and his fingers explored her utterly.

He smiled wickedly as Mandy became more and more aroused under his touch, until she was right near the edge of orgasm. Part of her seemed to panic at the thought of cuming for this him, in a way showing him her submission, almost giving herself to him. She struggled, her attempt to fight it futile, a light cry of frustration escaping her moist ripe lips pleased Ginger as Mandy found herself unable to resist his touch.

She got right to the edge of cuming, her body tensing up, arching as she lingered on the edge of cuming, trying desperately to save herself from this last humiliation. Then finally, her body released, and she shuddered hard as she went into throes of an orgasm, a loud cry escaping her soft lips.

And then his fingers were gone, and with a mighty thrust, she was impaled on his cock. A cry escaped her, but it was lost among her moans and mews of passion. He was thrusting into her so deep and hard, her orgasm became more intense as his cock rubbed her throbbing clit, continuing to arouse her, sending aftershocks through her trapped body. Mandy’s gorgeous supple young body bucked and thrashed, she was panting, weak groans escaping her as she came to the end of her orgasm.

“Mr. West, please … don’t hurt me. I beg you!”

Mandy’s begged just before her total submission, warmed the black cockles of Ginger West’s heart. Mandy’s screams of ecstasy, her unwanted orgasm pleased him. Yet he did not tarry to savor the girl’s shame, for he was far from done with her. Each little cry that escaped her sweet lips, her sensual moans and seductive mewls of passion only spurred him on. West was pleases as Mandy bucked and thrashed beneath him panting gasping for breath. The young innocent nearly spent, her groans of sinful pleasure becoming weakening little sighs.

“Squeeze her titties Ginger,”

Handlen taunted the defiled young virgin. It was obvious that he was thoroughly enjoying Mandy being taken in this manner, and his smoldering eyes told the trapped young beauty he could not wait to get his hands on her.
Ginger’s meaty hands cupped Mandy’s firm young breasts his fingers cruelly kneading, rolling, pinching and tugging at her engorged nipples. Did this proud fair skinned beauty have a darker side to her, a need to be controlled?
Like a spirited young mare he intended to put her through her paces and see if he was correct.


One hand slipped from Mandy’s firm young breast.

CRACK

His hand came down hard on Mandy’s firm well rounded derrière. The crimson print of his hand on her alabaster skin pleased West.

“Come on Babe fuck me Mandy!”

Ginger West rode Mandy encouraging her with his fingers on her nipples even as he used his hand to encourage her to greater length like a jockey uses the crop on a spirited mare. He rode her until the hapless girl was engulfed in a cascading series of orgasms.

Ginger’s hand smacked Mandy’s ass, and her body jerked, as Mandy began to move, moving back against his hips, fucking him. Gasps and light cries escaped her lips as she continued to move back. His fingers were tugging, pinching her hard nipples, encouraging her, making her move faster. Riding her at the same time, putting her to use, putting her through her paces. Was Mandy getting turned on? Handlen grinned as Mandy gave a loud whimper. As West continued to ride her Handlen could see the question in Mandy’s smoldering eyes,

Surely not again.. surely..

Handlen answered Mandy’s silent unasked question.

“Oh yes baby! The Boss is just getting started Honey”

 

[Lady_S]

Pressed and pushed Mandy couldn’t believe that she was in fact enjoying being straddled by Ginger West. It was not that she could feel the raw skin of the man, for he still hadn’t parted with his clothes. But that one organ, the one that she hadn’t seen as yet, was embedded deeply inside her. The more she thought of it now the more excited she felt and there was a growing sense of not just forced surrender but of consensual submission to this man, who was her first. There could be no doubt that her passions were now fully released and she was on the verge of expressing them freely. Her only mental block was the man who stood in front – Handlen.

Ginger had already stretched his big hands to hold Mandy’s breasts, gripping them roughly as he squeezed and mauled the tender bulbs. “Squeeze her titties” the beast had taunted a while ago she recollected, and now his master was obliging him. He traced the areola on both those perky breasts with his index fingers, running them over and over the outlines. Then, without warning, his long thick fingers and thumb pinched the nipples, twisting them hard enough for the girl to utter a small cry of pain. But she liked that pain, delighted in the pleasure that she felt as her breasts were pulled and stretched and mauled.

Manda moaned without inhibition. She had closed her eyes as she took in the pleasures of being taken without a care by the man. Even in those moments of pleasure she realized that she was really and truly a submissive and it is only the rigors of a hard life that made her pretend something different to ward of the known and unknown dangers. She was now squirming on the desk and Ginger had no doubt that she was at a heightened stage of arousal. He must have sensed the younger girl’s rapidly changing behaviour and must have concluded that there could be an ‘inner self’ that lay hidden deep inside and one that could be explored.

WHACK !

A stinging slap on the perk curves of the girl who lay underneath as it turned crimson instantly. Mandy ignored the pain. She could feel the tingling sensations in her loins instantly. Oh yes! She loved it. She waited for a few more as she heard Ginger lead her to greater heights of pleasure.

“Come on Babe fuck me Mandy!”

He spanked her a few more times on her butt, wanting her to speed up her movements, to push herself back and take in his organ just as much as he pushed in. In brief moments, Mandy had caught on to the art of fulfilment as she played with her nerves and muscles that had held his hard cock. She pushed herself back, leaving no space between her and Ginger who was now not only continued to ride her but had given the girl’s breasts a mauling that she would remember for a long, long time. She whimpered and moaned endlessly, much to the delight of Handlen who kept grinning at her. He would be next, of that Mandy was certain, but in this moment of sheer joy she could hardly think of that alarming certainty. She just wanted this to continue, wanted Ginger to take her as many times as he wished.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard Mr. West!” Mandy was whimpering. It was the cry of a girl in extreme need. She was his, she wanted to be his, for that was as true as this moment. And you cannot deny the truth, she knew.

 

[cgraven]

So this little defiled virgin liked it hard West smiled at the memory of when he had mauled the girl’s breast and nipples that his nostrils were filled with the sweet dark musky fragrance of Mandy’s growing arousal. The way that Mandy’s gorgeous young body had pressed back to him when he had ordered her “Come on Babe fuck me Mandy!” This spirited young beauty had given him a great ride and the icing on the cake was when Mandy had screamed,

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard Mr. West!”


There had been a ragged primal quality to Mandy’s voice, dread, and fear what was happening to her, her fall from grace now complete and it was the cry of a girl in extreme need. She was his, she wanted to be his, and they both knew it. Yet when she was engulfed in that blinding white flash of pleasure. Mandy’s body again betrayed her, and she came hard for West. This time even harder than before, a cascading series of orgasms claiming the hapless young girl. Finally, after feeling like she would cum forever, she slumped over the table again, panting for breath, a fine sheen of sweat covering her slim body. Her hair mussed, her body trembling lightly as she fought to regain her composure.
West knew that Many was not truly prepared for what was to happen. Ginger smiled as she lay there slumped over the table…… panting for breath, a fine sheen of sweat covering her slim young body. Her hair mussed, her body trembling lightly as she fought to regain her composure. Hardly the nervous, yet composed proud young woman, as when she arrived.

Ginger had let Mandy slump forward on to the table as he slipped from her hot wet pussy. he brushed her mussed hair from her neck and shoulder and almost tenderly kissed the nape of Mandy’s neck.

“ You did well Mandy you really pleased me babe.”

West knew that the stunning and well fucked young beauty could feel his warm hot breath slowly fading from her sweat shimmering skin.

“ Handlen you’re up!”

The heavy foot falls of the brute came closer to her. A gasp escaped Mandy’s sweet ripe lips, her stunning hazel eyes opening wide as Handlen's footsteps had sounded behind her, and brute’s massive hands gripped Mandy’s trim little waist before the exhausted beauty could react. Even so Mandy tried to lift herself up, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to beg West, her eyes turned pleading to him, imploring him, to have mercy on her. His cold gray eyes met hers and he gave a little shrug as if to say it was out of his hands now.

There was a leering grin that twisted Handlen’s already grotesque face, the victim of too many bare knuckle fights. He was naked and his cock proceeded him like an obscene glistening lance.

“ Not to worry you little bitch your pussy can rest for now! Old Handle knows yous are sore but not as soar as when I am done with you.”


Mandy could feel him spreading the blazing cheeks of her tight little ass when it dawn on her why his cock was glistening. The blunt tip of his shaft press to the dark star of the young defiled virgin’s ass. A steady unrelenting pressure, until the velvet tip of his cock popped through the tight little ring of Mandy’s anus. Handlen’s greased cock made it easier for him to enter Mandy’s virgin ass. He stilled for a moment the head of his cock lodged in her, his hot whisky soaked breath washing over Mandy.

“ If yous thought the Boss rode you hard Bitch….”

His voice trailed off as he thrust his hips forward.

 

[Lady_S]

To Mandy, the end was too abrupt and, honestly, she had felt it would linger for some more time. The earlier inhibitions on sex and abhorrence to this man called Ginger West had all but faded and she could vividly imagine situations where she would be taken sexually by this man over and over again. At that stage, there was a fleeting thought of regret – couldn’t she have touched the organ that had given her so much pleasure for the past fifteen minutes? Couldn’t she have brought her hands behind and at least once touched the point of their union? How quickly feelings change, she wondered.

“You did well Mandy you really pleased me babe.” Ginger’s words brought about a renewed surge of happiness and her slim body shivered once again. To have given the man the pleasure that he had sought brought about an inner satisfaction to her and if she had any doubts on her own ‘incompleteness’ that was now put to rest.

But the man had followed this with ones that she had dreaded all along – “ Handlen you’re up!”

“Why! Oh Why!” words unsaid but her imploring eyes couldn’t have put across this feeling to Ginger in any way better than this. She tried to raise herself from the awkward position that she was in but the impact of those words had weakened her thoroughly. How ridiculous of her to think that giving the man pleasure in sex was a guarantee of protection from other animals of the same flock. She turned away her face.

Mandy’s eyes fell on the waiting Handlen. He had been only too eager and, on cue from Ginger just now, proceeded to fulfil his lust. Unlike Ginger, who was almost fully clothed in the act, he had become fully naked in the twinkle of an eye and the young girl was repelled by what she saw. The man’s big face, pockmarked and with deep scars, was freakish and gave him a terrifying appearance. Fear had set in ever since the girl set her eyes on him. But now it was his naked body that made her recoil in horror. The upper part of his torso showed how much the body had endured – in fights, as punishment, or simply by way of torture and, to add to it, no less than three bullet injuries showed that death was the least of this horrible man’s worries.

Mandy stared hypnotized as the aroused Handlen walked towards her, his hard cock tauntingly pointing straight in her direction. In the light that fell on the man, the length of the glistening shaft had a greasy appearance, the reason for which was unknown to the innocent girl. Her eyes followed him as he walked, till he was behind her and she was gripped in fear again. Just at that moment she felt a pair of rough hands hold her firmly at the waist.

“Not to worry you little bitch your pussy can rest for now! Old Handle knows yous are sore but not as sore as when I am done with you.”

The raw, crude words lashed at Mandy who had already shrivelled into an extremely frightened kitten. Terrified at what would follow soon she once again looked at Ginger helplessly. Ginger West remained unmoved. Just then Handlen’s finger ran for a few seconds across her crack. He was fascinated by the girl’s rounded ass curves even since he laid his eyes on her and to him this prize was his to be taken. He had parted the butt cheeks with his strong hands and would have ripped them apart if necessary. The man had brought his face down and sniffed the spot that was the centre of his attraction a few times. A thick greasy finger was soon inside her rectum preparing the insides for the onslaught that would follow, certain that otherwise it would be almost impossible for his cock to find a smooth passage.

Mandy cried out. Even a finger was hurting her as it entered her small, tight, virgin rosebud. Before she knew, Handlen had inserted another finger also, massaging the insides of her anus. She felt relieved when the fingers were taken out but it was temporary. Soon, the man was rubbing the tip of his cock on the hole, even as he slapped her butt with one hand while he held his shaft with the other.

“If yous thought the Boss rode you hard Bitch …” Mandy heard him saying. The man reeked of whiskey.

In one movement, Handlen had pushed in his cock as Mandy cried out instantly. Both her ass and the man’s cock were greased and lubricated and it should have made entry into the hole easier. Her fears increased her pain more. It was humiliating and uncomfortable for something so very foreign to enter her asshole but Handlen went on pushing with a purpose. He loved doing it.

The man had no intention of stopping now as he kept on pushing. Mandy’s face contorted and tears trickled down her cheeks but the beast wouldn’t stop.

“You’re hurting me. Oh please! Stop,” she bleated.

“Oh yeah! Ain’t it supposed to hurt ya bitch?” he sniggered.

He was a wild animal now as he banged in his cock in the virgin ass in a frenzy that might have surprised even Ginger West.

“Take that …. and that …. and this ….., ”he was mad in delight as he plundered the hole repeatedly. His rough hands had gripped the girl’s breasts and kneaded them hard. These were small in his big hands and he simply crushed them easily. He pinched the nipples, loving it when they became hard and taut.

“What tits!” he uttered in delight.

Mandy feared she would lose her senses if this continued longer. But she didn’t. Handlen grunted and snorted as he tore into the girl and she in turn wailed in one long drawn sound ‘ahhhhhhhhhhh’ that could mean just as much pain or as pleasure to anyone else.

In all the years that he had known Handlen, Ginger West had never seen him becoming so possessed in one girl as he was in Mandy.

 

[cgraven]

He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to. He thrust deep inside her ass, making her give another, louder cry of pain. Her body arched, and she tried to fight again, her desperate spirit replenished by this new sensation. She struggled, fought it, yet there was no escaping Handlen.

“You’re hurting me. Oh please! Stop,”

West watched the little tableau begin to play out before him. It was immediately apparent that Mandy did not have the slightest inkling of what was about to happen to her. Her voice showed the slow realization as she gasped.

“Take that …. and that …. and this ….., ”

Handlen was brutal, coarse in his speech and is treatment of the girl, her scream of pain would make you think Handlen had sunk his shaft into her to the hilt as opposed to only half an inch. He like West was a master of his craft. He let Mandy’s body arch, as she tried to fight again, her desperate spirit replenished by this new sensation. She struggled, fought it as she howled:

"O-oww, no, pull out!"

Yet what she really accomplished was to stretch her violated virginal ass opening to the beast who had mounted her. Ginger watched intently now, for ever sense Amanda had walked in, the rougher she was treated the less in control she was, the more aroused the little vixen had become. He leaned forward, Mandy had never been handled more roughly nor so totally out of control of the situation. Handlen took his time now easing working Mandy open. His shaft sunk a little deeper with each stroke. When he drew back he almost but not quite popped from Mandy. Then another plunging thrust until his ball slapped her soar little pussy. West wondered, would he, could he, could Handlen really wring an orgasm from his brutal and sensually seductive assault of Mandy’s virginal ass.

Ginger West saw Mandy’s parched lips moving silently as if she was in prayer as Handlen relentlessly plowed in to her virgin ass. He had watched as the girl’s struggles had grown weaker, then something changes ever so slightly. The musky fragrance of Mandy’s shameful unwanted arousal filled West’s nostrils. A fragrance that West knew well was growing stronger. The pitiful little whimpers of pain became sensual little mewls of pleasure. Then like a thunder clap a loud squeal escaped Mandy as she came hard. Handlen gripped her bucking hips as he gasped .

“Come on you little bitch show me how you can really fuck!”

The tempo of his thrust built to a blinding crescendo as he rode the hapless beauty demanding everything she had to give and more. A primal growl of conquest broke from his lips as his twisted lust filled Mandy’s spasming clutching ass. Like a dog in Heat Handlen had excreted his dominance over his little bitch Mandy. His bestial lust satisfied he slipped from the spent and exhausted girl. Handlen gave her tight little rump a firm smack. When her head snapped up his eyes met hers.


“Babe you’re the best fuck I’ve had in a long time kid.”

He shuffled off leaving Mandy slumped where she was. West let her catch her breath and rest for a few moments before he called her .

“Mandy come here.”

His voice softer now but none the less commanding his finger pointed to the floor at his feet.

 

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Mandy was spent. In one evening, she had been fucked in both her virgin holes and fucked real hard. She was too exhausted to move for a while as her arms still lay stretched and her hands continued to grip the edges of the desk. She panted heavily, her eyes closed and with an excruciating pain in her brutalized ass. For almost ten minutes, she had endured the insensitive plundering cock as it went berserk and quietened only after it had excreted its entire load into her tiny shithole.

“Babe you’re the best fuck I’ve had in a long time kid.” Handlen was thrilled as he stared at his own work – the naked, raised ass of the girl he had enjoyed as his spent, sticky load trickled out freely from her ravaged hole. Even Ginger stared at the girl and the spot.

Amanda’s eyes remained closed for a while, not just because she was exhausted but she hid her shame. She was lost in the thoughts of the past few moments between Handlen and herself. What to her till now was forbidden taboo had snapped in moments. It was the intensity of that shameful violation that, midway in their act, broke a mental barrier and she had exposed herself as a shameless girl who enjoyed being taken in both her pussy and her ass and taken rough. She had leaked excessively, for her unoccupied pussy of hers was free and expressed its needs in the best way it could. She could certainly sniff her aroused sex as she breathed, sometimes deeply in the strenuous activity that she was being led through. Recollecting her act with Ginger who had, in those intense moments, led her by asking her to fuck him, she was raising her ass on her own to meet the wild Handlen. Oh God! What would these men be thinking of me? A cheap hussy? All the angry protestations that she had put up earlier just a show? Or else, how could she have taken these two rough, wild gangsters to take her in one night?

“Mandy come here.” She heard Ginger call out to her.

With difficulty, she crawled to get up from the desk, the hurt sending spasms of pain as her entire body ached out of the severe fucking by that beast of a man - Handlen. There was one good thing that this monster did at this stage. He walked across and with complete ease lifted the girl and carried her to where Ginger West was waiting. As Handlen let her down and she stood naked, her eyes cast down in shame, West pointed to the floor in front. No words – just a task that she was to follow.

“Should I kneel?” Mandy asked in a voice that was submissive and which, at this moment, was willing and prepared to observe every command of the boss, without protest. She was certain that was exactly what the man had in mind but she had, in her heart of hearts, become a sub and would follow whatever subs were required to do.

 

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Ginger West watched as the proud little Miss was gathered into Handlen’s strong arms, the brute setting Mandy down just in front of him.

“Should I kneel?”

Mandy’s with her eyes demurely down cast and her voice was soft and submissive all her pride, all her protestations now vanished. Mandy padded the few remaining paces to stand before Ginger naked, her feet bare, as she sensual lowered her magnificent young body to kneel before him. She had kept her eyes averted again, but this time there was no attempt at begging, or fighting her fate.

“It’s been a hard day for you haven’t it Mandy? But you must understand my dear a man in my business cannot be to soft hearted less welshers take advantage of his kinder nature.”

His voice had soften and his hand gently stroked her sweat matted, mussed, hair that lay in wild disarray, a dark halo, that framing Mandy’s angelic face.

“Here rest you head on my leg, rest now Amanda.”

Ginger west saw the distrust in her soft hazel eyes, the demanding scent of her shameful arousal hanging in the air still, as he gently guided her head to rest upon his lap. He just let Mandy rest there, catch her breath, and return to a more normal state. A half hour had slipped in blissful silence before West spoke again. He cupped the girl’s chin and lifted it so her eyes met his. He took both her hands in his and drew her up to stand then patted his lap for her to sit. West enfolded the naked beauty in his arms her head resting on his shoulder as if she were a child, or a favored nice.

“Now I am sure you must have questions of what your life will be like now Amanda.”

He could almost guess what those questions would be, after all Mandy was not the first young beauty to find herself in the grip Of West and Handlen. ".. are you going to keep me here all the time? For how long? And.. are you going to really make me do all the things you said.. serve men who'll pay more if i fight it?" Ginger smiled to himself as Mandy’s gorgeous young body gave a little shutter as a myriad of questions ran through her pretty little head. Ginger began to answer some of the more obvious of Mandy’s unasked questions.


“For now yes you will be staying here. Perhaps later as your debt dwindles I will allow you to come only when I call. But that Mandy will depend if you have shown me that you have been a very good girl.”

Hold out a little hope to her, but let see the stick as well, that was the maxim that West lived his life by.

“ Mandy I will not lie to you there may be times that for business reason I may ask you to be very friendly to a gentleman and if it is for business then I’ll credit your account with twice the going rate for the Poshest call girl in town.”

West knew that Mandy had brains, she had proved that several times all ready and if he had told her no then she would never trust him and her trust, her dependency on him where paramount for his plans for the little chestnut haired beauty. That Body that spirit that dark passionate nature of hers…. Miss Mandy was going to make him a fortune.

He stoked her hair and cradled her in the security of his arms.

“Surely There is more you wish to know Amanda.”

His lips gently brushed her forehead.