Chapter 7
There was a big stir when Dr. Brewster carried Susan back into camp. He put her in her tent and told her to stay there. Mona was with her for a few minutes but Susan got the idea that she was being sequestered for a reason. No one was to talk to her except Nate himself. And by the muted conversations she heard, she knew he had already confronted Les for having made a pass at her.
The sun was just about down when Susan awoke from a short restless nap to hear the engine of the Land Rover start up. Dr. Brewster was giving instructions to his wife and to Les. After some gear grinding, the Land Rover growled out of earshot and all was quiet again. The next thing she knew Mona was sliding into the tent.
"Susan!" she whispered, touching her shoulder.
"I'm not asleep. Who was leaving?"
"Les and Dr. Brewster's wife. He sent them back to the university for more supplies." Mona looked away from Susan's face. "He wants to run some tests on the kiva and he needs more equipment.
"That's not really the reason he sent them off, is it?" Susan watched Mona's face relax.
"No. That's not the real reason."
"Well, why did he send them off?"
"Sshhh. I'm supposed to get you ready."
"Ready for what?"
"Come on." Mona helped her dress and then they were heading towards the newly discovered kiva. At least that was what the others thought. Susan knew better. Nate had really found the place on a previous trip. He'd been saving it. Saving it for when he could bring Susan up here. She trembled, remembering some of the things he'd told her about. It was all a big muddle in her mind. But one thing was very, very clear. She had sucked Nate Brewster's cock and swallowed his cum!
"What's wrong?" Mona put an arm around her shoulder. "You're trembling."
"What's going to happen?" Susan whimpered.
"Nate told me not to say anything. I'm just supposed to get you ready." Before Susan could ask anything else, Mona pulled her by the hand. The sun had just slipped behind a mountain range to the west when they reached the kiva. Mona lowered down the pack she'd been carrying and then held a flashlight for Susan to descend. Susan felt strange about going into the dark and gloomy room. It was like a cave down there and Nate's words echoed in her memory. Tonight her whole life would be changed, he'd said.
Mona descended the ladder behind Susan and dug some candles out of the pack she'd brought along. As each one was lit and placed around the circular room, eerie shadows flicked across the walls. The stone dais loomed in the center of the circle. Susan avoided it. She had the feeling that Nate meant for her to end up on that thing. And the last time she'd touched it, Les had slipped his cock up her ass.
"Undress now," Mona whispered.
"Undress?"
"You'd better do it. I think Nate's just a little crazy, but he told me how to get you ready."
"If he's crazy, why should I pay any attention to ... "
"Take my word for it, Susan," Mona breathed, squeezing her arm. "You're really lucky."
Feeling numb, Susan took off her pants and shirt. Mona nodded for her to peel her panties too. Susan started to obey, then hesitated.
"Listen, if he wants to fuck me, why doesn't he just drag me into his tent and rape me. I'm sure he could get whatever he wanted. I'm not strong enough to resist." Susan let out a sigh. "I've already found that out."
"It's not so bad to be Nate's slave," Mona said, her smile growing.
"You mean, you already are?" Mona nodded and motioned for Susan to hurry. Susan stripped off her panties and let Mona put them into the pack with the rest of her clothes. Then Mona gave her a narrow leather belt festooned with large feathers. It went around Susan's waist perfectly, the feathers hanging down over her ass and hips and partly hiding her mound. Gold bracelets were attached to her thin wrists. Then her long hair was tied with smaller feathers and Mona stood back to gaze upon the results in the yellow flickering of the candles.
"I'm supposed to leave, now," Mona said.
"I don't want to stay down here alone," Susan whimpered, grabbing the dark-haired girl's hand.
"You won't be alone for long." That knowing smile flitted across Mona's lips and was gone. Then she grabbed the pack and mounted the rickety ladder. Susan paced the dusty floor, her bare feet tingling against where they'd been cut on the rocks when she'd fled Les. There was no mirror, but she could imagine how she looked all decked out in feathers and gold. She was a tall girl and her muscles were the long, lanky kind. Her white skin glowed in the candlelight and when she walked the feathers tickled her bottom. She knew that her cunt could be glimpsed through the shifting just enough to add tension to the scene. She was trembling again and for a moment she wondered if maybe she should flee back to her tent. But Mona had taken her boots and clothes and her feet were still very tender. Then a noise outside told her that someone was up there walking around. Susan shrank back against the circular wall as Nate Brewster descended into the kiva.
He was wearing a pair of khaki trunks, nothing else. His tan, muscled body glistened as if with oil. He turned and smiled at her. His eyes glistened like he was seeing her beauty for the first time. And though she was scared, Susan realized that her natural beauty had been heightened by the strategically placed feathers and the wristbands of gold. Nate threw off his shorts and came near the dais. His cock wasn't fully erect but it looked to Susan like it must weigh ten pounds. She trembled as she remembered that thing sliding in and out of her mouth.
"Come here, Susan." She shook her head no. "I said, come here!" The booming of Nate's voice in the small dark underground room made chills go up her spine. With downcast eyes she shuffled through the dust on the floor and came to him. He touched her shoulders and breasts and the flat, firm plane of her belly. Then his fingers traced the outward curve of her hips and the place where the feathers dangled over her brown-haired cunt.
"Perfect," he murmured. He lifted her onto the dais and made her lie on her back, knees bent. The feathers draped across her pussy and she felt how wet she was. Susan was almost afraid to look at her professor's cock now. It was huge enough even when it wasn't hard.
"Does your wife know what you're doing? Does she know you've got me down here like this?"
"Of course not. And Les has instructions to make certain that she'll be too busy with other pleasures to worry."
"What do you mean?" Susan could guess exactly what Nate meant but it sounded so awful! To get Les to seduce his own wife so he could.
"We're not here to discuss my wife," Dr. Brewster said. He was gazing down between her thighs like he'd found the lost city. His fingers brushed the outer lips, making them part slightly. Susan realized that she had been led like a Iamb to this place of sacrifice. And she'd come willingly. It was her own damn fault. But maybe it wasn't too late to stop him.
"No, you can't talk me out of it," Nate said, reading her mind. He pulled her hands down to the sides of the big stone and she heard metal against metal as he locked hidden chains through her gold bracelets.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, squirming her body against the hard, cool stone. Nate covered one of her breasts with his mouth and sucked hard. Susan writhed harder as she felt her nipple fill with blood, felt his tongue rake back arid forth across its sensitive surface.
Her heels dug against the ancient polished dais as Nate nursed on one and then the other of her small tits. The effect was incredible. Her cunt had already bloomed out, its inner surfaces so plump with blood that she felt heavy and hot down there. While he continued to lick and excite her adolescent breasts, Nate eased a finger into her slickened, velvety-smooth crevice.
"Uhhh, ohhhhhh, god, ohhhh, Nate, please, let me go!" Susan tugged against the chains that held her wrists near her sides. Just the tension of knowing she was caught there caused hot thrills to surge through her body. Nate Brewster noticed this.
"Being bound doesn't excite some people," he commented, nuzzling one of her nipples. "But I knew that someone with your intelligence and imagination would respond to being restrained. You do like it, don't you?"
"No! Of course, I don't!" But another tingle of pleasure rushed through her and as her cheeks flushed, Nate laughed. His finger petted deeper into the feverish heat of her vulva. Susan began to squirm her slim hips, rocking them as she felt the subtle friction of a fingertip across her clit.
"My beautiful, teenaged princess," Nate growled his penis. biting her tummy just hard enough to hurt a little. Even this seemed to make Susan feel crazy. She couldn't make her mind work like it normally did. All the things she knew were wrong in the light of day seemed turned around in the candlelit kiva. Here was her trusted teacher, a friend of her father's with his clothes off, his cock hard, his mouth on her breasts and his finger in her cunt! She whimpered, wondering if she were losing her mind.
"So soft inside," Nate whispered, fingering her even deeper. She groaned when he touched her hymen. Susan had seen it many times before and always been afraid to touch it very much. Nate didn't share that fear.
Susan flopped her head back and forth. Nate kissed her mouth, kissed her hard. At first the way he used his tongue shocked her. But she found that when he pushed it deeply between her teeth, her body responded quickly. Soon she was moaning through flared nostrils and sucking on it. Nate sucked her own tongue between his teeth and nibbled gingerly. Her cunt flooded more hot butter.
From somewhere Nate produced a small bottle and, as Susan watched, he poured the aromatic fluid into his palm and spread it over the pulsing length of his erection. She could see how hard he'd gotten since coming into the kiva. His cock jutted out from his body. Nate released one of her wrists from the chain and told her to smooth the oil into his penis.
As her long fingers curled around his cocktip, Nate lifted himself on his toes a little and a shudder went through him. Susan stared at the way the head darkened when she squeezed just behind it. As she rubbed more of the perfumed lubrication into his flesh, she pulled his foreskin back to expose his hot barb. For the first time she realized the danger she'd let herself be dragged into.
"Nate, I'm scared. I don't want you to hurt me."
"Everything good hurts a little. In the beginning, anyway."
"Noooo!"
Sensing her fright he locked her braceleted wrist through the chain again and went around to where her cunt dripped hot juice onto the stone. Her ass was perched on the edge of the rectangular stone dais and when she tried to close her thighs, Nate grabbed her ankles and forced them apart.
"Ohhh, God! I'll die! If you put that thing inside me, I'll die!"
Nate pushed her knees wider and touched her clit with the hot tip of his big penis. She throbbed with pleasure as he rubbed up and down over the tender lump. Tingles of joy spread quickly through her belly and down her legs. But she was still scared shitless.
When that rounded glans pushed deeper into her young vulva, she felt the strain, the stretch of her dainty petals as they curved out around it. Susan gave frantic cries as she squirmed in fear on the stone place of sacrifice. It would be like getting fucked by a donkey! it would tear her in two!
"Stop fighting me," Nate growled, kissing her neck hard. She felt his teeth and his fingers and that big, hot glans pressing harder against her clit. Then Nate was easing it down her crevice, down towards her cherry.
"Oh, God in heaven," she gasped, writhing to keep out of hi way. But she couldn't turn her body because of the restraints on her wrists and she couldn't slide away from that stiff, hot barb. it pressed against her virgin membrane as Nate leaned over her. He kissed her nipples, sucking them rhythmically as he pressed even harder against her cunt.
"It hurts!"
Holding her head between both hands, Nate covered her mouth with his. It seemed he was trying to suck the air from her lungs. But the kiss was so sexy that she couldn't concentrate on what was happening to her poor little slit.
He lunged suddenly and a stinging pain shot up through her belly. She tried to cry Out but Nate's kiss grew deeper, wetter, hungrier.
"Mmmmmmuuhh," she moaned, feeling him jerk forward again. The movements were small but strong. And she knew that her hymen was vulnerable in that position, her thighs apart, knees drawn up. She tried to straighten her legs but Nate grabbed both her ankles and pushed them back hard against her buttocks. He lunged again and this time the stinging sensation made her scream. Something was tearing inside her!
"Ghhhaaaahh," she babbled, ass dancing like an animal trying to escape. Nate was panting hard now that the tender head of his cock had made a small tear in her body. Now that he could feel the lovely heat of her virgin cunt!
"Susan," he moaned, licking her neck, her shoulders. His hands petted her writhing body as if to make her forget the pain. But no sooner had she stopped whimpering than Nate had hardened his tongue, pushed it deep into Susan's mouth and fucked his cocktip another inch into her bleeding young cunt. Susan twisted away from his kiss.
"Yaaahhhhh," she cried, belly heaving. She could actually feel that thing going into her. All her life she'd wondered what that was like. And now that it was happening there were no words to describe it. Her vulva seemed to squeeze around the tumid, throbbing shape as it penetrated her. Her insides were tight too, squeezing their slick flesh down around the shaft. Her muscles seemed strongest where her hymen was being ruined and when Nate had managed to force his glans past this constriction, her body squeezed behind that swollen head. Nate gasped as he felt her body convulsing.
"Ahhhh," he panted, eyes glazed with lust. " ... what a hot little princess you are ..."
"Uhhh, uhhhhh, God," she groaned, weak from the pleasure that was building. Through the sting and hurt of being torn, hot thrills surged over her flesh. Her nipples seemed to be on fire and when Nate began to kiss them again, Susan was secretly relieved. She couldn't hide the fact that it felt good. She arched her back, pushing the immature swells up so that he could eat more of them. And her ass danced a different dance on the stone. That thick shape that was hurting her was doing other things, sexy things, things too incredible to believe!
"Ohhh, Nate," she gasped, sliding deeper into the high, hot dream. Fucking! So this was fucking! But it had hardly begun.
The feathers that dangled down on each side of her mound were damp with blood and dripping cunt juice. The head of Nate Brewster's cock was imbedded in her cunt but stuck so tightly that when he pumped his ass, it didn't slide much. She knew how small she was in comparison to his huge penis. Maybe it was impossible for him to make love to someone as young and immature as she was.
"I'm going deeper now. Got to stretch you ... "
"Nooooo! Ohhhh, stop it! This is awful!" Susan was frightened all over again. She realized for a moment that her poor little cunt would be sullied forever, that Nate meant to do even more perverse things to her than this. But as he moved rhythmically between her quivering thighs, the friction blanked out her mind. She pumped back, unable to control her excited body. Now his cocktip was sliding inside her clasping tube. Her clit stretched as the flesh was pulled away from it. Hot juice trickled down onto the stone and for the first time Susan heard the sucking, slurpy sounds of a cock going in and out of her cunt. And it was going in so far!
"Ohhhhh, it's sliding up into my belly!"
"Yeah ... ohhh, yeah, Susan!" Nate Brewster pushed his chest down against her tits as his hips moved, danced, plowed forward to force another inch of thick cockshaft past the tightly muscled opening into her body.
"It's touching me in such a weird way! It—it—"
"You're so soft and hot up inside. Softer than any woman I've ever had."
"Ohhhh, God! I'm getting so stretched. It's going to hurt if you put it in any deeper!"
"I'm only halfway in now." Nate held her ankles firmly, keeping her legs bent back, keeping her young twat stretched wide. His thick penis surged forward and back, juice clinging to its sides. Susan knew that his flesh was smeared with her blood too. Because she could feel the hot ooze of it as more of her hymen was destroyed.
"Ohhh, I can feel the tip of it! Ohhh, God, it's like a big knob tearing me up!"
"And exciting you," Nate said, kissing her white neck. Susan threw her head around and whimpered but knew that he was right. As much as it hurt, as much as she was afraid, the exhilarating tingles of sex made her sigh and squirm wildly on the stone. She squirmed on that spike of hot meat that was caught in the clasping depths of her pussy.
Nate was undoing the chains that had held her wrist bracelets. He pulled her up gently, careful not to hurt her with his prick as he changed her position.
"Hold around my neck."
"But ..."
"Do as I say."
Susan clung with both arms around his neck as he lifted her up, his hands spread under the hot firmness of her ass cheeks. She wrapped her legs around his waist too, trying to keep her weight from pushing her down any farther on that barb that was stretching her young pussy so cruelly.
"Uhh, ohhh, God, it feels like I'll never get loose!"
"Be a nice way to live," Nate whispered into her ear. "To have that lovely little cunt of yours squeezing me forever!"
"Nate ... ohhh, I can't think straight anymore. I feel like I'm in another world."
"I told you it would change your life." He let his hands slip away from her ass and Susan cried out and clung tighter to his neck. She realized that the only thing keeping her from being skewered was her grasp of Nate's body. But her legs were weakening and she couldn't hold around his neck much longer either.
With a cry she slipped down harder against that big prick that had stabbed her. Blood trickled down Nate's balls as her hymen was ruined a little more. She felt frantically with one hand, felt the bruised, torn petals where her teacher's cockshaft was disappearing into her dripping vulva! It made her shiver excitedly to realize just how much of it was inside her belly now.
"You're fucking me!" she cried.
"It's not the first time you realized that, is it?"
"No ... but it feels bigger! It's going in so deep!"
"That's it, little princess, keep wiggling!" An ecstatic look had spread across Nate's face. Susan had lost her hold around his neck and now her long fingers hooked uselessly over his shoulders. Her weight sagged, pressing her cunt down around his hard prick. The sound of more of his shaft sliding up into her pussy made her drool against his chest. Then her legs lost their scissor hold of his waist and she was speared to the hilt!
"Ghhaaahhh," she moaned, her long legs quivering. One of them swung loosely, the other still hooked over Nate's hipbone as she tried to lift herself off that feverish stake of cockmeat that throbbed deep in her cunt.
Nate took her back to the dais of stone and with her ass perched at the edge again, he made her lie down. By now she was stretched enough and wet enough so that he could actually fuck her. Gently at first, he thrust in and pulled out. The barbed head of his prick seemed to be dragging her guts out of her body. But the next time he moved like that the friction was less. Her flesh became juicier and plumper and now he was thrusting rhythmically, fucking deeper, pulling back farther.
These sensations of being speared again and again made Susan realize she was still very ignorant about sex. Because as the friction built into wave upon wave of pleasure, the thrills overlapped and reinforced her excitement until she was squirming and crying out in an agony of shivering tingles.
"God! Ohhhh, god, I didn't know!"
"Deep ... you're really deeper than I thought you'd be." Nate kissed her tits and this time the heat of his mouth sent skyrockets of ecstasy through her body.
"Uhh, uhhhh, Nate! Ohhhh, it's rubbing me. Your cock is rubbing me like crazy!"
Her clit and her inner lips were being stroked by the sliding, sucking shaft! She wiggled and humped her hips up and down. She gasped and dug her nails into her palms.
"Yeah, Susan!" Nate pumped faster. The sound of their passion echoed in the circular room. The flickering candles sputtered as one or two went out.
"Ohhh!"
"Yes!"
"Nate!"
"Sweet girl!"
He kissed her, felt her body with hungry hands. His hips slammed and pounded her. His balls bumped her ass. And that cock! That feverish, hard cock went in and out of her dripping pussy until she thought she'd scream. She did scream! She screamed and heard her own scream as the muscles in Nate's belly hardened against hers.
"Yaahhhhh!" she gasped, her muscles convulsing as the hot thrill of climax jolted up through her. "Nhhhuuubhhhh!"
"Susan, baby!" Nate was fucking with quick, frenzied movements now. Susan could feel the head of his cock being smeared by her juicy linings. The heat of her clinging, clasping pussy must feel good to him, she thought, squeezing her long legs around his waist as he probed the secrets of her depths. He was gouging and stabbing her into a frantic seizure that made her jerk uncontrollably. The itchy pleasure pounded through her now, sucking the air from her lungs, and making her nipples grow stiff and tender.
"Ahhhhh," Nate bellowed, his muscles twitching. Deep inside her Susan felt the flood of cream. It boiled out with steady spurting power. It was dripping from around the edges of her torn cherry. It dribbled down her ass and the hot stickiness of it added to the lusty pleasure she felt.
"Ohhh, Nate, you fucked me! You really fucked me good!"
It was true, Susan thought, her life was changed. She didn't feel like the same person at all. She felt ... all cummy and hot and swollen. She felt like she would die if she couldn't get fucked again somehow!
When Nate eased his cock out of her body, her muscles squeezed at it like they didn't want to relinquish the throbbing shaft. Nate bent down and kissed her fresh wound and Susan whimpered as her ravished cunt squeezed tight.
She was in a dream-like state. Nate Brewster was carrying her back to camp, her damp feathers dangling behind her ass. He put her inside her tent and cleaned her up a little before kissing her again and disappearing. Susan had tangled, restless dreams. She thought she heard voices in Nate's tent. It was Mona begging for something.
Susan tried to listen, tried to make out what was being said.
"I watched you fuck Susan," Mona said. The wind blew away her next words. But Susan heard what Nate said next. "And now you want it too."
"Please, Nate! Ohhh, please! I've always obeyed you. I've done everything you ever wanted." The wind came up again and Susan couldn't hear the rest. She felt disturbed by what she'd heard but could she really force herself to go and see if anything was actually taking place in Nate Brewster's tent?
"He wouldn't touch anyone else, would he? Not after what we did together?" Susan decided that this was being overly romantic. Somehow she managed to crawl to the entrance of the tent and walk on trembling legs to where a dim light illuminated Nate's tent. Nate was on his back on the foam mattress. Mona was naked, hovering over his cock. She was jacking him, exciting him to hardness with smooth jerking movements.
Nate gave a soft moan and Mona straddled his body and eased herself back towards the dark, fat head of his cock. Susan couldn't watch anymore. She glimpsed a smear of the girl's juice spreading across Nate's glans and then she was hurrying away, tears on her cheeks. But what was she crying about? She'd submitted to him against her will hadn't she?
In her sleeping bag she hugged her belly and cried and decided she hated Nate Brewster. But when the sun came into her tent the next morning, a hunger gnawed at her cunt. It was the kind of hunger that she couldn't ignore. And now she realized that it didn't matter whether she hated Nate or not. Because however she might feel, she knew she'd do anything to have that hot, throbbing cock stabbing her again!