They were almost more than she'd bargained for.
"Now you stay dressed up like that unless they say something different. Okay?" Jack said.
"No, damnit, it's not okay. I don't like dressing up like a little girl. This flowery dress sucks. And the white stockings and these little white patent leather shoes disgust me. I'd rather have my platform shoes back."
"It doesn't go with the Little Bo-Peep outfit. Just shut up and do what you're told."
"Look, Jack…"
"Shush. They're here."
Fawn quieted down although she didn't care one iota for this ridiculous outfit. Still, if it got the money Jack needed, it might be worth it.
It damn well better be, she thought.
The teenager did a double take when she saw the two coming in the door. She didn't believe what she saw. The man was like a Greek God. He was so beautifully muscled she simply didn't believe he could be for real. He was something out of a dream.
But it was the woman who caught and held her attention. The woman was dressed in the most bizarre outfit the young girl had ever seen. Wearing a high black corset that pushed her tits cruelly upward and together, the woman virtually pranced around the room. Fawn didn't understand how she could even balance on the high-spiked heels on her boots, boots which came up to mid-thigh.
The soft black leather of those boots made Fawn want to reach out and touch them. They looked like fine gloves from the tight fit. Underneath, the woman had on black net stockings held up by a garter belt.
Flashing black against the milky white of her crotch was the woman's bush. For a second, it took Fawn's most intense concentration to understand the woman's crotch was naked. In spite of all the leather and trappings, her cunt was exposed.
The girl looked back at the man for an explanation. He was tall, heavy with muscles. The blond crewcut made him look like an Army recruiting poster model.
"You," the woman snapped, pointing at the girl with a black-gloved finger, "on the bed."
"Now look here, lady. I…" and the teenager was slapped across the face. The force of the blow sent her reeling toward the bed. As the edge of the bed hit the backs of her legs, she simply sat down, stunned.
She didn't understand what was happening. It shouldn't be like this, she thought.
"Good. Now, Adonis, strip for the little girl. She wants to see your big biceps. Strip, damn you!" she shrieked. "Now!"
A whip magically appeared in the woman's hand. The long lash snaked across the room and landed flush on the man's back. He flinched but said nothing.
He began stripping off his shirt.
The girl licked her lips in anticipation. The man was another Mr. World. He had muscles in places most men didn't even have places. And Fawn was obviously expecting to let him fuck her.
She'd do that for free!
But she didn't understand why he let the woman humiliate him like she did. A man so powerfully built could tear the woman limb for limb. To actually allow her to whip him, that was something the teenager just couldn't fathom.
"You. Little girl. Take this. Oil his body!"
Fawn caught the tiny vial of oil. She looked at the towering mountain of muscle rippling in front of her. Just running her hands over his body would be super!
Apparently she didn't move fast enough for the black-clad woman. The light touch of the whip spurred her on. The top was yanked off the bottle and a generous portion of the oil puddled in her hand. She began applying it to the man's chest.
"Is your name really Adonis?" she asked, only to have the whip land bitingly on her back. She flinched and moaned in pain.
"No talking. Just do as you're told."
"Christ," she muttered under her breath. "What a bitch!"
"Be quiet," the man told her quietly. "She means business."
The girl could see that. She continued with the pleasurable task of oiling the man's skin. The smooth flow of muscles under her fingers made her hotter and hotter. Soon, she was thinking how nice it would be to actually feel his cock splitting her apart.
"Take his pants off and oil the rest of his body," came the cold command from the whip-carrying woman.
The girl hastily obeyed. This was getting better and better. She was a little surprised to see the man's cock was still limp. Lightly touching it got her a painful cut from the whip across her arm.
"Don't touch him there. Oil everything else!"
The job went swiftly. The man's ass was tight and well-muscled. The teenager thought he must lift weights all day long to be in such fine shape. But in spite of her little tweaks and gentle probing up his ass, his cock was still flaccid.
"Back, little girl. He must be punished for his evil thoughts."
"What!"
"Silence!" the woman bellowed. Turning to the naked man, she said, "Tell us all about your evil thoughts. NOW!"
She began beating him with the whip. Whistling through the air, the whip seemed to fill the room. Nasty blow after blow landed on his chest and back and arms.
To the girl's surprise, he was slowly getting a hard-on. She watched in amazement as his cock rose.
"Tell us, damn you, you mindless prick!"
"I like little girls. I love the hysterical way they cry out when I approach them. As soon as I'm hard, I like to use them. I fuck them. Little girls like her!"
"Show me. Show me what you do to little girls like her!" goaded the woman dressed in black leather. The whip cracked again and lashed across the blond man's shoulders.
He didn't seem to notice. His attention was fastened only on the now terrified teenager.
"Look, I don't know what your game is but…"
She leaped out of his way. The well-oiled man made a grab for her, his fingers almost tangled in her auburn hair. It became a game of hide-and-seek. But as long as she was in the small bedroom, the girl knew she didn't have a chance.
The black clad woman spurred on her man with continual lashings from her long whip. All the while she was gloating, "Get the little girl! Show me what you do to them!"
Finally, the man caught her. Fawn struggled and tried to get away. For a brief second, she thought she might make it. The man's hands were as oily as his body. But his grip was stronger than she'd thought possible.
"Show me what you do to little girls!" repeated the woman.
He lifted the girl up and dumped her on the bed. In rapt fascination, the teenager saw his cock slowly stiffening into a fully usable fucking tool. In spite of herself, she wondered how good he was.
She knew she'd find out very soon.
He yanked her skirt up around her waist and quickly ripped off her cotton panties to reveal her shaved snatch. A sharp intake of air told the girl he was really getting hot at the sight of her naked pussy.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she demanded. "T-tell me!"
"I'm gonna fuck you, little one," he said in a monotone voice worse than if he'd shouted. The man seemed more like a machine. Only the black-garbed woman showed any animation at all. She danced around chuckling and using her whip liberally on the man's bare shoulders. Red welts had formed but he didn't seem to care. He was too intent on touching the shaved pussy spread open before him on the bed.
"Fuck you, little girl. I'm gonna fuck you good with my big cock!"
Powerful hands slipped under her buttocks and lifted her off the bed. With a powerful forward motion, he shoved his hips close to hers. His cock bent like a rubber wand. He was losing his erection.
The auburn-haired girl reached down and gripped his prick. To her amazement, it was only about half-erect. The man was this close to screwing her and he'd lost his boner!
Then the woman began a rain of blows on the man's back which would have killed a lesser man. Under her fingers, Fawn felt the man's cock stiffening. With the suddenness of lightning in the twilight, he lunged forward. His now erect cock penetrated her hairless pussy.