1. When the Need Strikes - Chapter 2


    Date: 4/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Mind Control, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 94, Source: sexstories.com

    keeping the old man up-to-date. But Lord DeGraves had warned me not to lie, and I had. If I came clean, perhaps he’d be generous…of course, what was the worst he could do? If I came clean, I’d be forced to tell him the whole story, a prospect I didn’t relish. I may have been living the old man’s sick fantasy, but that didn’t mean I had to share the details with him. I made a quick decision to keep quiet. Admitting to a lie wouldn’t help me, and would lead to this creepy, leering old man knowing far more about my nighttime activities than he had to. No one knew what Craig and I had done, and I wanted to keep it that way. No one ever had to know. To my credit, I don’t think anyone who saw me in that moment would have known what had just gone through my head. Lord DeGraves seemed satisfied, and allowed me to exit his car without any further questions. Before I could walk inside, however, he called me over to the window, and as I leaned in I saw his driver’s hand twitching again, slowly trying to make its way between her legs. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Petra?” “No,” I replied, and his lips curled with glee. “Because if you lied to me…” His hand shot out and grabbed my face, so quickly I couldn’t react. He held my jaw in a vice-like grip, and leaned in close. “…I’d have to make your life much, much more difficult.” My eyes widened in shock as his face contorted into an evil visage—I swear I saw flames flickering in the depths of his pupils, and his forked tongue flicked ...
    into my ear, dripping poison. His wrinkles were so pronounced, a face full of mountains and valleys—people starved in those valleys, and those who tried to climb the mountains were punished, thrown to the vultures, pecked to death while still falling…always falling. His nostrils flared, so wide that I could feel myself being sucked into them, hairy black holes in the centre of his face. His big, bushy eyebrows were covered with the tiniest women I’d ever seen, busty, naked and oiled, each one frantically humping a follicle of his eyebrow-hair, desperately needing to get off, but utterly unable to. And his teeth—they were yellow, crawling with mites, and the mites turned to look at me as I fell into his mouth, my limbs sucked off by the force of his nostrils. As Mason DeGraves consumed me, I could feel the poison he’d left dripping directly into my brain, rewiring my thoughts, feeding on the perversity that was already growing. I tried to scream, but the ball-gag in my mouth prevented me from being able to do anything—I was entirely at his command, DeGrave’s slave to use as he liked—I’d wronged him, and now I belonged to him… “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” his Lordship asked, a mild grin on his face. I blinked in confusion—the vision cleared, and I was standing on the sidewalk outside my house. I’d just been asked a question. “No, sir,” I answered, slightly stunned by the images that had just popped into my head as he spoke. “Do keep me updated,” DeGraves said, and with ...
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