George and the Debt Pt. 02

Pager Update : The family, George, Debs and their daughter Chrissy, have started their work for Casino Owner Anton. Sexual adventures await. : Update Ends

Meanwhile, while his wife was fucking his new Boss, and his daughter was watching a girl from Damcaster College being filmed giving a blow job, George was feeling very relaxed. He had made it to the clinic in good time, so he'd spent a few minutes in the newsagents picking up a small packet of Chrissy's favourite sweets. Then he marched in and put the pager, with its instructions showing, on the reception desk. The man behind the desk looked at the pager and smiled.

"Welcome sir," he said, handing back the pager. "Anton has sent instructions. You are to have a thorough detox and spruce up."

"Oh, thanks," said George, quite surprised. This didn't feel like work.

"Take this ID," said the receptionist, handing over a plastic disc with a symbol on it. "Through that door and then turn right, into the salon."

George took a peek at the ID. Hmmm, he thought, looks like a star sign, but not one I've ever seen before. It looked like a blend between the female cross-under-a-circle and the male arrow-circle design. He opened the door, turned right, and an assistant took the token from him, consulted a tablet, and guided George to a hairdressers chair.

To George's surprise he was given a hairwash, and then a haircut. Normally he just let his hair grow and asked Debs to cut a bit off when it got too long. This was the first time since he was a child that he'd been in a barbershop. The new style was fairly short and had been cut to give a rather spikey effect. To George's eye it looked a bit feminine in style but, when the hairdresser showed him it in the mirror, like they always do, he just muttered, "Er... fine, fine."

He was passed on to another room. ID examined, he was given a manicure and pedicure. Gosh, he thought, whatever job Anton has for me it's one where I need to look my best. He relaxed back into the chair and let the staff work on him.

The next chamber had a massage table and George was instructed to undress. The table was unusual in that it had a hole for the face, and one further down for his genitalia. He lay, staring at the floor, with his cock dangling through the other hole, as strong fingers massaged all the tension from his body. First his back, then his front. Lying in a haze of perfume from the massage oil he felt straps being put across his body.

"Wassup?" he muttered, he really was very relaxed.

"It's okay sir," came the pleasant reply. "We are going to change the angle of the table, and we don't want you falling off."

"Oh... okay."

The table was raised to 45 degrees and stopped. George relaxed again. A staff member who looked very clinical entered and hunted for a vein in his right arm. Then she inserted a line. Finally she brought over a bag of fluid that she dangled from one of those wheeled drip stands you see in hospitals. As she did this she kept up a continual commentary.

"Afternoon sir... Anton has asked that you have the full detox so we're going to give you an IV... I'm just putting in the needle now... might prick a little... there that was fine.... connecting up the saline... there... and here comes the antitoxin... you might feel a little more relaxed... okay... just nod, if you can... lovely... I'll be back in an hour to check on you. In the meantime this nice man is going to shave you."

George was feeling much more relaxed. Whatever the antitoxin was it certainly made him feel... well not sleepy but he didn't feel he could get off the table, even if he wanted to, which he didn't. The man who had come to give him a shave squirted cream into his hand but, instead of smearing it all across George's chin, took his genitals and covered them and his crotch with a thick layer. Then he set off removing all the hairs around George's scrotum and crack. It was a weird experience lying on the table with something styrange running through his veins, and a man manipulating his cock.

Soon he was being towelled and things felt a little cold down below. Any movement of air could be felt. The man picked something bright and metallic up from his tray and suddenly George's cock was in contact with cold, hard, metal. He struggled to take a look. For a moment, woozy because of the antitoxin being drip fed into his system, he thought his cock had turned into metal. A chromium cock.

"Mr Fagley's instructions," said the man. "Shave and a cock lock. Get used to it. It'll be on for a while."

George looked at it. It was a sort of cage, and was held in place by a loop that locked behind his testicles. Terrible things would happen to them if he tried to remove it, he thought, the loop was too tight to slip off easily, or at all. The cage was the right size for his flaccid cock, and it was obvious he could still pee without any metal getting in the way. He lay back on the bench. It was now too much effort to hold his head up. As he drifted off to sleep his last thoughts were to wonder what on earth he was going to say to Debs about this. How would they make love on Saturday night with this thing on his penis?

Back at the family home the last thing Debs was thinking about was Saturday night. Impaled on Anton's magnificent cock, and held down by his strong grip on her legs, she was waiting to be released so she could show her commitment to her new role. Anton obligingly rolled the pair of them over, putting Debs on top. He was prepared to give her a chance. Would she take it or would she make a run for the door and temporary freedom?

"Show me what you've got, Debbie," he whispered, looking intently into her eyes.

Debs sat up and spread her legs, frog like, and put her hands onto his abdomen. His six pack was hard and strong under her fingers. Then she lifted her hips up and moved herself up his cock. When the head, the wonderful plum sized head, neared her entrance, and pulled on her fanny lips, she stopped. Then plunged back down again until she had taken every inch of him. She groaned with pleasure and did it again, and again, and again, and again, her breath coming faster and faster.

Anton watched her face as she rammed herself up and down. He could see no sign of reluctance, either she was an excellent actress or her enjoyment was washing away years of monogamous mindset. Soon she started to pant as her efforts bought her closer to her climax. Her chest was becoming flushed with desire. The panting turned to deep grunts of effort and lust. Then she collapsed forwards onto his chest, as she sobbed out another orgasm.

Anton grabbed her buttocks and pressed her hard against him, crushing her clit against his pubic bone as she squirmed through her climax, causing her to squeak with the new sensation. Most of her is a bit skinny, he thought, but she does have a great bum. Then he was overtaken by a desire to see that bum framing his cock.

Debs found herself suddenly ejected from on top of Anton then dragged into the doggy position. She was still a little phased from her climax, her mind full of sparkles, but there was enough mind there to recognise that Anton had not finished yet. George was a one cum man, and then he turned over and went to sleep. Debs had learned early on not to expect anything more, however frustrated she was.

Anton took a firm hold of her hips. It was the first time she'd been pleased to have such wide hips. She could feel his cock pressing against her, then he was pushing inside.

"Uh... oh God!... Anton... you're insatiable," she gasped, very happy to be able to say that to her new lover. Then words were impossible, and unnecessary, as he slowly built up speed. Soon he was thrusting so powerfully that Debs breasts were jiggling on her chest and her head was flung around with the force of his strokes. Oh shit, she thought, then - for the third time that afternoon - she could feel her body building up to another orgasm.

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Keep going!" she screamed.

Anton, obligingly, didn't stop and then they were both cumming at the same time. Restraint was thrown to the winds as they called each others names and writhed together on the bed, finally collapsing in a sweaty heap. Round two followed soon after, and then, to Debs' astonishment and real pleasure, round three.

In the studio Abi was kissing and licking the interviewer's fat cock. Chrissy watched as the black girl, after a couple of minutes avoiding the move, finally took the cock into her mouth. It made Chrissy feel very strange to watch and she looked away, hoping that David would arrive soon to restart work. She'd not done oral sex yet. Just taking off clothes in front of the camera seemed suddenly quite appealing.

He gaze was dragged back by Gabrielle who whispered, "Yeh man, give er it hard. She wan it hard." The man now had Abi's head between his hands and was fucking her mouth while the young lass held the camera pointing at her own face. The device was bouncing around a lot with the ferocity of his thrusting. Abi's not a born camera operator, thought Chrissy, though she suspected most people would struggle under the circumstances. The man was not holding back on his thrusts, his hips were moving like a pendulum, taking his cock from barely inside her mouth to fully swallowed.

A hand touched Chrissy's shoulder and she turned. David was standing there. He crooked his finger and indicated it was time to get going again. Chrissy still had her plate and orange juice from the buffet so she pointed at that, back at the buffet room, and went to put it away. But, as she passed the open door on her way back to David, she couldn't resist another peek into the room. She heard Abi cry out.

"Oh oh ow!" said the girl. "Oh yes... shit... oh hell."

She was now bent over the desk, her fingers gripping the edge to try to steady herself, and the man was fucking her. He'd taken the camera back and had it pointed down at his own cock, doubtless filming its pale flesh as it thrust between Abi's fat, dark, butt cheeks. Chrissy looked at the girl's face, twisted in discomfort as the man plundered her without mercy. He had her dreads tightly in one hand and her body was being shoved back and forth on the desk. Chrissy could see how the movement squashed and distorted Abi's breasts as she was thrown about like a doll.

Gabrielle was quivering with pleasure at seeing her daughter getting a hard fucking. It was almost as if she would have liked to be bent over the desk herself. For a moment Chrissy felt like telling the woman to go, join her daughter, stick her own backside out for the man to abuse, if that's what she wanted, because it was clear Gabrielle actually wanted to join in. Then she realised that was silly. If the company had wanted a mother and daughter casting she would have been on the sofa with her daughter.

"Ah... God... yah... yah... oh please... that's too hard... yur splittn' me in half," wailed Abi, playing her part of the girl new to porn to perfection.

Chrissy walked on to find David setting up in a brightly decorated bay of the mill. There were numerous steel pillars holding up the ceiling of the giant room that made up this floor. She remembered, from school, that the open plan design was to facilitate giant machines to spin yarn. The pillars were very useful now, you could use them to separate the area into smaller zones simply by fastening thin walls between them.

The bay that David was working in was set up to look like a young person's bedroom, complete with dozens of soft toys and a make-up table. And the costume for this one was a baby-doll negligee. A negligee and fluffy slippers, both in bright pink. The negligee was very see through and the hem had been designed to lay just above Chrissy's plump pudenda. Even if she smoothed the garment down, which she did several times, it wouldn't cover her private parts. To Chrissy's eyes this was going to be shots that implied she was barely legal for sex.

Several poses were taken by the make-up table where David encouraged Chrissy to apply some lipstick. The fact that she was no expert in this art didn't bother him. "Pretend you've stolen it from your mother," he said. "And that you're not very good at applying it."

Chrissy had never borrowed her mother's make-up supplies. From the moment she thought about make-up her style was Goth, and nothing her mother wore suited her. And she put most of her efforts into her eye make-up, only occasionally adding black lipstick. She took her hint from David's comments and smeared the lipstick on as a child might, while shots were taken. She got a broad smile from David as a reward.

The poses moved to the bed where Chrissy rolled around clutching a teddy bear and a large soft toy elephant. At one point she had to push the elephant's trunk between her legs and sit with a surprised look on her face. Then the toys went on the floor and it was back to legs wide and fingers on her clitoris.

"Frig yourself," said David. "Have another go, think of yourself as a girl doing her first exploration of her sexuality."

Compared with what Abi was having to do, this instruction now seemed mild. Chrissy had noted that Abi's groans, and later screams, had stopped sometime during getting dressed for this shoot. Perhaps she was being given a rest. Chrissy thought back to the sight of the interviewers fat cock and tried to use that to make herself feel randy and, to her surprise, it worked. She felt lusty, and found herself suddenly lubricated. She took advantage of the glistening liquid to smoothly pleasure herself.

David was full of praise. "Yes darling," he said. "Throw your head back... get your legs wider... clutch at the bedclothes... roll your eyes up... yes that's right... keep going..."

"Ah... ah... ah... ahhhhhh," panted Chrissy, quietly, as her climax overtook her. She was used to keeping the noise down, acutely aware that the wall between her home and next door was not that thick. She'd always worried that Mr Philips, the guy next door, might be able to hear her. Mr Phillips was double her age but when they met on the street he always looked at her with such lust. She had no desire to give him any clue she might be sexually active in case he was listening through the wall.

But now she was displaying herself at her most vulnerable, during orgasm, to a guy at least as old as Mr Philips. David was smiling down at her as his camera clicked and the moment her eyes rolled up was caught in pixels forever. Chrissy lay recovering as David moved closer to take shots of her post-orgasmic body and wondered if he too desired her. And what would she do if he took his cock out and tried to fuck her? She was feeling so randy now she believed she would probably let it happen.

David moved away and rummaged in a box returning a few seconds later with something he was cleaning with an antiseptic wipe. Then he used a towel to polish it and, presumably, remove the cleaning agent. He handed it over to Chrissy. It was a dildo, scarlet in colour and made from glass. Chrissy automatically took hold of it before she could think to object. It was heavy and cool to the touch. David had returned to the tripod and was checking some details on the camera. Nothing was said until he finished his checks, looked up, and said, "Ready, darling?"

It was obvious what he wanted her to do. Chrissy knew what a dildo was, she'd joked with her friends at college about them when they were in a mood to discuss sex. But she'd never owned one, or even handled one before. She was very uncertain how to proceed. Luckily David was his usual helpful self. The series of shots started with Chrissy just holding the thing. Up in front of her face, looking shocked. Then there were a few of her running fingers over it, then licking it, and sucking the tip. Finally there was putting it on her thigh, and then came the instruction she was dreading.

"Okay darling," he said. "Tip to your clit, and rub your self."

Chrissy obeyed. More shots were taken.

"Now tip inside your fanny, and rub yourself," he continued.

Chrissy tentatively inserted it. It felt strange, hard, compared with her boyfriends cock. Tommy was a nice lad and a good friend. They had made out at a party a few weeks ago, clumsily fumbling in the dark of one of the upstairs rooms. They dare not put the lights on in case it attracted attention and kept as quiet as they could. Nonetheless they managed a good grope and eventually a brief, hurried, penetration. Tommy was wearing a condom and, with the assistance that gave to reduce his sensitivity, he managed about ten minutes of pretty good thrusting before he lost control. Chrissy still remembered the feeling of his cock ejaculating into the condom. And the smear of blood on the condom afterwards.

Several more shots concentrated on the dildo sitting with its tip just inside her. It seemed that David wasn't going to ask her to push it all the way in.

"Do you want me to push it in further?" she asked.

"Do you want to?" he replied.

"Well since it's a little way in, I might as well," she said, feeling very naughty.

"Go for it then, but stop if you feel uncomfortable," he said, unclipping the camera from the tripod and moving in closer.

Chrissy took a firm hold of the dildo and pushed. It slid deeper and deeper and she stopped every inch so that David could take shots. She was sitting on the bed, one arm behind her to prop herself up, and staring at her own crotch as the thing slowly went deeper and deeper. Some of David's shots took in her whole body, some were focussed just on her face, and some were close-up shots of her cunt lips pushed out by the red glass. She realised she was almost drooling over the thing. She got all of it in her except the bulge that represented the scrotum and provided the hand grip. Then she pulled it out in one long tug. It felt nice.

I'll just push it in and out a few times, she thought, nice and slow. But in and out a few times turned into many, and nice and slow gave way to faster and faster. the glass had warmed up now and the shape of the head was having an interesting effect. Chrissy put two hands onto it and collapsed backwards onto the bed as David loomed over her and took shot after shot of her juiced up cunt and her flushed face. then she had her second orgasm of the day.

"Ah... ah... ah... Yah! Yah! Yah!" panted Chrissy, as her climax grew between her thighs and then sent sparks to her head. This time she was louder. Much louder. And David got close up shots of it all as her hips lifted from the bed as her back bent with pleasure. Then she pulled the dildo from her and lay back and panted for a minute.

"Bloody good! Take ten, darling," David said. "Then the last shoot of the day. Though it will be quite a long one."

The next bay was decorated in scarlet and black and featured several items of furniture but Chrissy was far too distracted by the woman standing waiting for them to look closely.

"This is Barbara," said David. "She's going to help you dress and then will help with the shoot."

Barbara was about forty years old, to Chrissy's eyes, though she might have been older. A tall woman with large, soft, breasts and big hips and thighs. She was dressed in a scarlet leather corset that covered only the lower half of her tits. They sat in the cups with the nipples showing and, because her breasts were so soft, they quivered with every move she made. Chrissy thought the effect was like waves on an ocean. The corset stopped at her bulging abdomen, leaving her prominent sex on display. A spiked collar completed the look of an angry, rather dominant, woman.

Chrissy took off her dressing gown and Barbara held up something that looked like a collection of black leather straps. It turned out her costume for this shoot was just that. Thin leather straps. They ran over her shoulders and two hoops of leather surrounded and emphasised her little breasts without covering them. Then the straps criss-crossed her abdomen, round her back, and passed between her thighs and her labial lips to return up her belly to be fastened to the straps under her breasts.

Chrissy was always embarrassed at how much her cunt lips protruded when she wore soft bottoms, now they were pushed out even more by this fiendish arrangement of leather. The final parts of the costume were cuffs on wrists and ankles, and a collar around her neck that looked as if had been designed for a large dog. Somehow, wearing the strappy outfit, she felt more exposed and dirty than she had even when fully naked in earlier scenes.

The photography started and Barbara posed around Chrissy, threatening her with riding crop and a many stranded whip. "Bend over!" she instructed, making Chrissy bend and expose her buttocks and cunt. She inserted her fingers into Chrissy's cunt, fingered her for a while, then sucked them. Then, to Chrissy's alarm, she produced a chromium object. It bore a large glass gemstone in deep red and a bulging pointed end. Before Chrissy could work out what was happening lubrication was applied and the thing was being pushed into her anus.

David caught the look of horror and surprise on Chrissy's face as it went in. He was now taking shots in what Chrissy knew, from media studies, was 'burst' mode. Multiple shots over a few seconds, heavy on memory card use, but excellent for catching that specific moment in time. The moment Barbara pushed her fingers into Chrissy's cunt, for example, or the moment the butt plug went in. Chrissy knew that her eyes were wide with surprise at those moments, and her mouth even wider open in an O as she gasped. Chrissy tried to look happy with the plug inside her. But it was making her feel like she wanted to go to the toilet. She couldn't manage happy but David smiled. "You're supposed to look unhappy during this shoot, darling," he grinned. "Stop trying to look as if you don't mind. Look unhappy! Now, it's coming out so I can get shots from behind as it goes back in again."

Chrissy felt abused, penetrated in her arse, and she wondered what was coming next if these were the warm up shots. It was easy to relax her face and allow it to show her real distress. Pulling the butt plug out was somehow worse than when it went in. A pressure on her anus that grew until it became almost unbearable, then faded like the sensation you got when passing a large stool.

She was turned so her bum was facing the tripod and Barbara pushed the thing back in again, pausing at significant moments for David to take the shot. This time it didn't come out. Barbara dragged Chrissy to the middle of the bay and fastened her wrists onto dangling chains. With her arms stretched above her Chrissy could feel her breasts lifting and becoming more taut. Barbara stalked around, picked up something when she was behind Chrissy's back, then advanced and struck Chrissy's left nipple with the riding crop.

"Ow! Oh God! Ow!" cried Chrissy. It wasn't a brutal hit, just a sharp tap, but so expertly delivered that the pain shocked Chrissy into crying out. The second strike hit her right nipple and she screamed and twisted in the chains trying to pull away from the pain.

Barbara put the riding crop down onto a packing case. Then she rummaged in what Chrissy had named her 'box of tricks'. The item she pulled out was a bright red ball with straps on it and she approached Chrissy from behind.

"Open wide," was the command, and Chrissy complied, stretching her mouth around the ball as it was presented. There was a tugging as the straps were fastened behind her head and David took shots of the entire process. The ball was firmly in place and Chrissy knew no shaking of the head or pushing with her tongue would remove it.

"Nnnnnn nnnnnn," said Chrissy as Barbara picked up the crop again and hovered it near Chrissy's nipples. Then the pain started. Each flick of leather on flesh making her writhe around. David stalked around Barbara and Chrissy, looking for the best angles, sometimes getting very close to record the tears trickling down the teen's face. Barbara was inventive, moving from nipples to buttocks and finally, to Chrissy's distress, placing the crop between her thighs.

It had seemed to go on for hours but the threat of crop onto clitoris was the final act, and Barbara didn't actually hit Chrissy in that most sensitive of places. David took some final pictures of Chrissy's clitoris with the crop resting on it. Then the butt plug was removed, ball gag too, and Chrissy was released from the chains. She sagged, then rubbed her arms. The muscles were aching from the position she'd been forced to hold.

"Shower, and get dressed, darling" said David. "You're finished for today."

The shower was wonderful and Chrissy let the warm water flow over her body, just standing under the flow, letting it wash away the tension. Afterwards David shook her hand and gave her a brief hug.

"Well done," he said. "You're a natural. I hope to see you again soon."

Outside, to her surprise, Chrissy saw Abi and her mother sitting drinking takeaway coffee by the old fountain. They were deep in conversation but as soon as they saw Chrissy they waved for her to join them. Chrissy thought of turning away, pretending she'd not seen them, but the moment passed and she decided that allies, in her new situation, might be useful.

"It Chrissy?" said Gabrielle. "Mah dotah says you know her fram college."

"Please don't say anyting," whispered Abi. "I don't want people at college to know I'se doin this."

Chrissy promised. Presumably Abi needed the money, or perhaps Gabrielle was pushing her, convinced that fame would follow. She sat with them and chatted about ordinary things, then she noticed that Gabrielle was looking her up and down.

"You should visit us'm," Gabrielle said, tugging at Chrissy's clothes. "You jus the type mah husband like. Yung, slim, cute 'n white!"

"Sorry?" gasped Chrissy. It sounded a lot like Gabrielle was inviting her to have sex with her husband.

Gabrielle ran her hand over Chrissy's thigh and then leant in close. "Mah husband," she whispered. "He like gurls dat is skinny. He pay you good for yur time. An you enjoy... day allas enjoy. Abi, tell her day allas enjoy."

"Yeh mom," replied Abi very quietly, looking very embarrassed. "Dad's gurls always have a good time."

"An she shud know," whispered Gabrielle, nodding at her daughter. "She allus have a gud time wid her dad. Is you a screamer?"

"Not really," whispered Chrissy.

"Leroy... he real gud, he make you a screamer," replied Gabrielle. "He fuck you hard wiv him big cock. He go deeper dan you ever had it before. He make you shout him name and beg him to cum in yah cunt. Beg him tah gi yah a black baby."

"Oh," replied Chrissy, unsure if she wanted to be that vocal. Or to have a black baby. Or any colour of baby at this point in her life.

"Here," said Gabrielle, pulling a scrap of paper from her handbag and scribbling down an address. "He aften do nights at Red Brothel. You cum afternoon when he just awake. He like dat."

She pushed the scrap of paper into Chrissy's hand. Chrissy took a peep and saw an address, quite close to home, and a figure in pounds sterling which was much larger than she expected. Then Gabrielle kissed her on both cheeks and she and her daughter turned away. As they walked down the pedestrian precinct Abi looked back over her shoulder with an expression that said 'sorry about mum'.

Chrissy watched them go and only then realised what Gabrielle had said about her daughter and her father's prowess.

"She allus have a gud time wid her dad."

George woke up feeling quite refreshed. He always wondered what a Spa experience would be like, and this felt like it, even if it did have some more unusual elements that he'd never heard of, like the antitoxin drip. A young lady unstrapped him, gave him back his clothes, then told him he needed to return in a weeks time.

"We need to get you looking your best," she explained.

"But what about the work?" asked George.

"Anton," said the girl, and George got the strange impression she knew him well. "Anton has got some very interesting, and rather specialised, work lined up for you. But there's quite a bit of... well... preparation before you'll be ready."

"Oh, okay," said George. "In that case I'll see you next week. Will I get a reminder?"

"Oh yes, sir," said the girl. "Your pager will tell you the time of the appointment."

George was back home first and Debs welcomed him with a cup of coffee. Anton and his bodyguard and chauffeur had gone and she had changed the sheets on the bed. They were currently churning around in the washing machine as the soap removed the evidence of the afternoon's uninhibited lovemaking.

"How was yours?" she asked.

"Er... I got a sort of spa experience," he said, pointing at his hair and nails. "They want me back in a week's time."

"Oh," said Debs. His hair looked very different, a rather feminine style, and she could see his nails had been worked on. The damage done by him chewing his nails seemed to have been repaired. She wondered why George had chosen that style of cut, but perhaps it was Anton's choice, not her husband's.

"And how was your interview?" he asked quickly, just in case Debs wanted to know more. Like why he was carrying hardware in his trousers.

"It was very... thorough. I had to do a practical test," she replied, hoping George wouldn't ask for more details.

"Oh... good," said George. "Is Chrissy back yet?"

"No," she said, with a worried expression on her face. Debs was a bit concerned. It was now nearly five in the evening, her daughter has been away for four hours, and God knows what Anton had sent her to do.

They stood looking at each other for a minute, neither of them wanting to explain more of their afternoon's events, then the door opened and Chrissy came in. She looked tired.

"Chrissy," gushed her mother. "How was it? Are you okay? You look tired. Are you tired? Did you want a bath before tea?"

"Yeah mom," replied Chrissy. Then, looking at her parents who clearly wanted a report on her afternoon's activities, said, "Fashion photography... er... evening wear, bikinis, summer dresses... you know the sort of thing."

She waited, hoping they wouldn't want more information. Her mum turned to the cooker.

"You go and have a nice bath then dear," she said over her shoulder. "Tea will be in an hour or so."

Tea was a quiet affair. Debs sat thinking that what had happened so far was something they could cope with as a family. She could accept having to fuck Anton from time to time. George had returned from the clinic looking very relaxed and his hair and nails were the best they'd been for ages. Chrissy seemed okay with modelling work. It was all perfectly acceptable. But, she thought, if it gets bad then I'm going to have to do something about it. I'll have to go and talk to my mum.

Later, in the bedroom, Debs found that George had got into his pyjamas and slipped between the sheets while she was in the shower. This was unusual, he was normally the second into bed as he fussed about trying to remember if he'd locked the front door or had put the right setting on the catflap. She got into bed and lay there for a moment feeling guilty. Not because she'd fucked Anton, after all that had been forced on her by George's debts, but because she had enjoyed it. I'll give George a blow job, she thought, that'll make him feel better. She was quite aware that she was just trying to assuage her own guilt.

She snuggled up closer and was a little annoyed by the fact he wriggled away in the bed. I need to be more assertive, she thought. Grasping his pyjama bottoms she pulled herself down to his crotch, dragged them down, and went in for the suck.

"Ow!" she cried as she hit her front teeth against something unexpectedly metallic and hard.

"Sorry... sorry... so sorry," said George.

Debs dragged the sheets back and took a good look. A chromium plated steel cage surrounded her husband's dick.

"What the hell is that?" she demanded.

"Er... I believe it's called a cock lock."

"And what's it doing there?"

"They put it on me at the clinic, Anton's instructions."

"Oh!" Debs was shocked but not entirely surprised. This, she thought, is to stop George from fucking me so I'll appreciate Anton more. And it's not necessary. I already have the hots for Anton. He could have saved himself the money buying that thing because I'm already imagining his next visit, and hoping it will be soon. She rolled away, pulled the sheets over her, sighed, and muttered, "Go to sleep, dear."

"Yes dear," said George, quietly.

No requests were made of the family for a week. Chrissy went to college as usual and Debs found George lots of jobs around the house to keep him busy. They redecorated the spare room, something they'd been thinking of for ages, and a number of other little DIY jobs around the house got fixed.

George seemed happy to potter around and since he had no money of his own he was unable to gamble. Debs however became increasingly frustrated as day after day went past and Anton didn't return. Luxuriating in the bath she cast her mind back to his strong hands on her, holding her down as his wonderful cock plundered her.

Then the pagers went again. George looked at his at the breakfast table. It said...

Be at Red Erotic Fashions at 1pm and ask for Toni. Do as she asks. Then go to Red Clinic for more work on your physique.

Debs and Chrissy however sought some privacy before reading theirs. Debs pager said...

I will visit this afternoon. Be ready to open your legs.

She pressed the YES button and clutched the device to her chest, smiling like the cat that has got the cream. She was going to get another afternoon with the handsome Anton.

Chrissy took hers to her bedroom and, pressed the buttons, read...

Go to college. Go to your locker and remove the bag there. Get changed into the contents of the bag. Report to Dean Hughes at 1pm and obey his requests without question.

It was Reading Week at college, where tutors took a few days off and students were expected to work through their book lists. The place would be quiet, except for the library, the only facility open. Chrissy hadn't intended to go in at all, she had most of the books she needed in a pile by her bed, but here was a direct command. She pressed YES and got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Might as well get in early, she thought, do some reading in the library before I have to do this next job for Anton.

She left her parents at the kitchen table. Her dad looked relaxed. He was telling mum he had another spa appointment this afternoon. Mum looked very pleased for him. There was a happy tension in her mum that Chrissy had previously seen only when the family were about to take a holiday.

College was very quiet, just a few students in the corridors, and Chrissy made her way first to the library. She spent the hours up to lunchtime reading, then went to the college cafe for a spot of lunch. Finally it was time to get ready and she walked through the corridors to her locker. She keyed in her code and opened it. Inside she found a paper bag containing some clothes. Anton knows the four digit code for my locker, she thought, what else does he know about me? And how long has he been watching our family? Has he been planning this for months?

The toilets were just a few yards down the corridor and Chrissy took the booth furthest away from the door. Then she opened the bag and dressed herself in the costume, putting her old stuff into the bag for safe keeping. Then she emerged, checking if anyone was in the toilet first. In the mirrors over the sinks she saw herself and her heart sank.

Flat soled shiny black shoes gave way to white socks that stopped just above the knee. Above that a navy blue pleated skirt barely covered her buttocks and plump pudenda. Her white blouse was made of thin cotton and only just concealed her nipples. She had a broad navy blue tie. The slutty schoolgirl looks was completed by a blazer with an imitation of a school badge on the pocket. She was acutely aware that there had been no bra or knickers in the bag. She could have kept her own on but was worried that this would be a violation of the rules.

Now she had to report to the Dean, Mr Hughes, and that meant a trip into the administration area of the college. She worried about who might see her. But nothing for it, she had to go, or she'd let down mum and dad. And dad's description of what was happening to the daughter in the white slavery video was still clear in her mind.

Walking slowly she set off. The narrow skirt moved a lot as she walked and threatened to reveal her cunt to anybody watching. Luckily she passed only a couple of students on the way, and they seemed to be caught up in their own conversations, paying her only a brief glance. Perhaps they thought she was a schoolgirl visiting the college to get orientated before joining later in the year.

Dean Hughes office was one of the few where the lights were on. There was an outer office with his secretary, Miss Forbes, and then his inner sanctum. She knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Miss Forbes was a fearsome looking woman. Tall, skinny, flat-chested, and with a hatchet face. She'd never been known to smile.

"Ah Chrissy," she said. "Good. Dean Hughes is expecting you. You've come in good time, in fact a little early. That's unusual."

Chrissy wondered if she should ask why that was unusual, but Miss Forbes saw her expression and explained.

"Some girls are a bit reluctant and try to put this off as long as possible. You obviously have courage. It will serve you well while you work for Anton."

Miss Forbes got out of her seat and picked up a sign that she hung on a hook on the outside of the office door. Chrissy caught a glimpse of it as she passed. It said...

Office closed. Come back in two hours.

Miss Forbes then locked the outer door and went to stand in front of Chrissy. She undid both of the buttons on the blazer. Chrissy stiffened. The last time a woman had put her hands on her it had ended in pain.

"Relax, dear," said Miss Forbes.

She loosened Chrissy's tie so that it hung slack, then worked her way down the blouse buttons until they were all undone and it hung open. Her hand went inside the blouse and she ran her fingers over Chrissy's breasts. Lightly, slowly, and ending her stroke on a nipple. Then she grunted with satisfaction and withdrew her hand.

"Just checking," she explained. "No bra. That's good. But are we wearing knickers?"

Her hand went into Chrissy's crotch, pushing the pleats of her skirt between her legs, then she twisted her hand, slid past the navy cloth, and had her fingers between Chrissy's plump cunt lips.

"Oh!" said Chrissy, quietly.

Miss Forbes rubbed her fingers around, flicking Chrissy's clit with her thumb, and pushed two fingers inside her.

"Aaah," gasped Chrissy, with the unexpected sensations. Miss Forbes pushed her fingers in and out a few times.

If you wanted to know if I wasn't wearing knickers, Chrissy thought, all you had to do was lift the skirt. But she was very pleased with herself that she'd stuck to wearing just the garments given her. She'd obviously done the right thing and Miss Forbes was well known in College as someone you should never cross.

Chrissy went to button up her blouse but Miss Forbes stopped her. "Sorry dear, no," she said. "You're supposed to look like a slutty schoolgirl. Leave things as I've arranged them." She pulled her hand out of Chrissy and licked her fingers, then walked to the inner door, opened it, and announced, "Chrissy for you, Dean Hughes."

Then she pushed Chrissy into the room.

The Dean was sitting at his desk, his trousers were round his ankles, and he was wanking his cock. On the desk was a laptop, and on the laptop was a porn movie. The sound has been turned quite low but Chrissy could still hear the gasps and moans of the participants. That girl is as young as me, thought Chrissy, and the man is old enough to be her father, or even her grandfather. The girl was flat on her back on a wooden table, or perhaps a desk, with her bottom at the edge. The man was pounding her and grunting, ramming his cock into her in an aggressive manner. Then he stopped the long smooth thrusts and switched to hammering her with single, long, very hard, strokes, pausing for several seconds between each one. She could hear dialogue between each thrust. Thrusts that made the girl cry out in pain.

"You want... (thrust)... to fucking... (thrust)... improve your... (thrust)... grades," said the man. "I'll show... (thrust)... you how.. (thrust)... to improve... (thrust)... your grades..."

The voice was familiar but at that moment the Dean closed the laptop, stopping the video. He sat back and stared at Chrissy. He was still breathing heavily from his wanking and looked at her with an expression of pure lust. Behind Chrissy the door softly closed and she glanced back to see Miss Forbes standing with her back to the door. The woman's lustful expression was only slightly less intense than Dean Hughes, she was actually licking her lips with delight.

"Chrissy," said the Dean. "I need to talk to you about your attendance."

"I'm sorry?" Chrissy was puzzled. She'd only missed one lecture, on the afternoon she had to attend the photo shoot. Hardly an issue, she knew many a student who bunked off all the time.

"If you obey Anton, and do his work, then I'm to tell you that you will not get less than a C in all your subjects."

"So you're saying if I have to be absent while doing things for Anton it won't affect my results?" asked Chrissy, aware how ludicrous this conversation was, with him fondling his cock, and her with her blouse hanging open. "However much time I have to take off from my lecturers and seminars."

"Yes," he replied. "Anton's instructions. It seems you're going to be busy for the next six months."

"Oh... yes... probably," Chrissy agreed.

"So we have an agreement... Miss Forbes here will set all your results to a C... let's seal the deal. Fellate me."

"What!" Chrissy had feared something like this was going to happen from the moment that Miss Forbes locked the door.

"Fellate... from the Latin fellare 'to suck'," he grinned. "I want you to strip for me... act like the dirty little schoolgirl you are... and give me a blow job."

Anton's orders had been clear. Obey the pager instructions, and obey any person the pager puts her in contact with. She sighed and took off her blazer and then moved around the room as she pulled open her blouse to give her two observers a good eyeful of her breasts.

"Lose the blouse," said Dean Hughes. "But keep the tie."

Chrissy slid the blouse from under the tie then dropped it off one shoulder and then the other. She cast it away and covered her breasts with her hands.

"Show me, you little slut," said Dean Hughes.

Chrissy thought back to a week earlier and tried to imagine what David would have suggested. She paced back and forth moving her hands around her breasts, occasionally allowing him to see her nipples. Then she stopped, the other side of his desk, so that the solid wood was between her and Dean Hughes's rapidly hardening wood. She uncovered her breasts, bent down, and touched her thigh. Then ran her fingers up her pale flesh until she came across the hem of her little pleated skirt. She slowly dragged the hemline up until she knew he could see her cunt.

"Oh God," he gasped. "You are such a gorgeous little slut!"

He stood up, alarmingly, showing her his paunch, and his cock waved around. Then he strode around the desk and sat back, resting his buttocks on the edge. He pointed down at his cock.

"Time to suck, you little tramp," he grinned.

Close up he looked older. Chrissy could see the wrinkles around his eyes, his sagging jowls, the slack flesh around his neck, and the folds of flesh around his stomach. No six pack down here, just soft abdomen and sagging flesh, though his cock wasn't sagging. On the contrary it was standing up proud and tall.

Chrissy had never done a blow job before, though she'd seen it done. Just a week ago now she'd seen Abi do it as an obligatory part of her casting movie. But she'd not yet done it herself. A blow job had not featured when she lost her virginity to Tommy in that upstairs room at the party. Chrissy tried to remember how Abi had approached the task and the first problem was... should she bend over, or kneel down? She decided that bending over would put her breasts near to the Dean, with only a tie to protect them, the idea of him mauling her breasts while she sucked his cock was just too much.

She knelt. This would be better, she thought, and she started by lifting his cock until it touched his abdomen, then kissed her way down the underside until she reached his hairy, wrinkled, scrotum. This wasn't too bad so she licked the scrotum, watching it twitch and hearing the Dean's gasps. Then she worked her way back up again until she was planting kisses on the tip. Some fluid was leaking from the hole he pissed through and she wasn't impressed with the taste but she knew she had to keep going.

To avoid the moment when she had to take it into her mouth her next move was to pull his cock down to a horizontal position and run her lips up and down its length. On her tenth birthday she'd been given a harmonica by her dad and now, years later, she ran her lips up and down the Dean's cock as if she was playing a lively tune.

The Dean leaned back on the desk, narrowed his eyes, and stared at her. He made low groans and moans. Then Chrissy felt someone kneeling down behind her. It was Miss Forbes.

"Very nice my dear," Miss Forbes whispered in Chrissy's ear. "Nice appetiser... now get on with the main course."

Chrissy felt hands grasping her head, steering it into position, and pushing. The Dean's cock touched her lips then, under the pressure of his secretary's hands, popped past her lips and over her tongue.

"Do it! Do it yourself!" the whisper from Miss Forbes was harsh and unforgiving.

As Chrissy slowly took more and more of the Dean's cock into her mouth Miss Forbes hands shifted. One went to Chrissy's breasts and pinched her nipples. The other ran down the crack of her bum to push two, or was it three, fingers into her vagina. Chrissy tensed up but pressed on with swallowing the Dean's cock until she was beginning to gag. She choked and pulled back, then pushed forward again. Again her gag reflex kicked in and stopped her in her tracks.

"Don't stop," the harsh whisper in her ear. "Move, you little bitch."

Chrissy pulled back until she was almost free of the cock, then pushed forward again. She repeated this slowly, keeping just the right side of her gag reflex. The Dean seemed to be enjoying it a lot, perhaps this was all that was required. And the hand in her vagina was creating compensatory pleasure. Then it was removed. Miss Forbes grabbed Chrissy's hands, directing one down to rest over the teen's clitoris, and the other out to cup the Dean's scrotum.

Chrissy took the hint and rubbed her clit, while stroking the hairy ball sack. Then, suddenly, the Dean shifted position. His cock was deep in Chrissy's mouth at the moment he chose to move. But he wanted more. He wanted deep throat. He stood up, took half a step forward, and grabbed the back of her head with his hands. The shift of position pushed his cock further into her throat and then she could feel his pubic hairs on her cheeks, and his balls tapping at her chin. So, she thought, it can go deeper.

"Nnnnn nnnnnn nnnnnn," she gurgled as she gagged, choked and her eyes watered. She couldn't breathe but, strangely, what she thought at that moment was not impending death by lack of oxygen, but that her carefully applied gothy eye makeup was going to run like hell.

"Ahhh yes!!" snarled the Dean. "Now we'll have some fun you little whore."

And he proceeded to head fuck her remorselessly while Miss Forbes applied her fingers to any of Chrissy's erogenous zones she could get hold of as the teen was pushed pulled and dragged around. To Chrissy it seemed to last a very long time. Her jaw ached, her neck muscles tensed, she gagged repeatedly and felt she was drowning in her own saliva. She stopped struggling, it wasn't helping, and just concentrated on surviving the onslaught. The Dean, feeling her losing resistance, took his hands from her head, hooked the fingers of one hand into her hair, and used the other hand to slap her breasts. Chrissy wept as her erect nipples were struck time and again, jolting her body with pain.

She felt the pulse of ejaculation without entirely understanding what was happening. But she instinctively pulled away, taking the Dean by surprise. "Ugh!" she said, breaking free of his grip and backing off until his cock was out of her mouth and waving in front of her face.

His first spurt hit her nose and right cheek, his second her right eye, his third splattered over her chin and dripped onto her school tie, and his forth hit her left knee, soaking into her sock. The final spurt was a long string that decorated the carpet. The Dean looked furious, like a man who had been denied something. Miss Forbes appeared with a phone and took several photos of Chrissy's cum splattered face before the teen could say anything. Then the Dean bent down, dragged Chrissy to her feet, swept paperwork and pens from his desk and lifted her on. He pushed her down onto her back.

"I wanted you to swallow, you little bitch!" he shouted. "You're supposed to swallow. Well now I'm going to fuck you. And you won't be able to avoid my next lot of cum. It's going to go exactly where I want it! In your cunt!"

Chrissy looked at him, at his penis slick with her lubrication, and at his angry expression. She could see some of his cum was still attached to the end of his cock, dripping slowly. He's going to fuck me, she thought, and it's going to be horrible. He's going to push that semen into me, and add more. Oh God, I'm going to get pregnant!

She felt the head of his penis pushing at her cunt then Miss Forbes screamed.

Pager Update : George has started his treatments. And his daughter Chrissy has been giving a blowjob to the College Dean. Debs is looking forward to the return of Anton, she is excited by the sex he offers. : Update Ends