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Debbie's Adventures Ch. 01

By: persistantpest



*This is my second story featuring Debbie, and whilst I am having just as much fun writing this one as I did the first one, I would love to hear what YOU think of it. If you love it or hate it please, please can you let me know why. Thank you to those of you who commented on the first story it was the icing on the cake for me!*

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Debbie sat on the edge of her bed, she was fed up and more than a little bit irritable and she knew that things were starting to go wrong again for her.

For the week or more that she had been the virtual sex slave of her pervy neighbour, Debbie had wished for nothing more than for it to be over. His broken window had been the hold he'd had over her, and until it had been repaired he'd demanded that she make herself available to him for sex and chastisement and anything else he could think up.

His hold had been that he would tell her mother, who had had enough of her twenty two year old daughter, and had warned her that she would tolerate no more.

As her meetings with Mr. Groves (the pervy neighbour), had continued, Debbie had found that for some reason her life away from him seemed to improve. Her mother was happy with her, Debbie was getting so many orgasms that she was chilled and relaxed and happy with life.

A fortnight ago she had gone round to Mr. Groves expecting another encounter with him, only to find that the window had been fixed and he'd told her that she was free.

He'd then kissed her, a passionate kiss, and asked her to call him Robert. She had refused and pushed him away. Now whenever she left the house, she was aware of Mr. Groves watching her, always with a look of longing, but he never spoke to her and she refused to talk to him.

Her mum was on a day shift, and Debbie who was out of work and broke was home alone with nothing to do.

She gave a grunt of irritation and jumped up off the bed, she walked over to her bed room window and looked out. Over the road lived a young man, terribly obese, and from what she could tell, housebound. He would sit in his bedroom and stare across into hers.

Before her encounter with Mr. Groves, Debbie had liked to undress in front of her window knowing that Pete the obese young man would sit and watch her.

Mr. Groves had liked to visit her in her bedroom and she had developed the habit of keeping the curtains closed. After her time spent with Mr. Groves she had continued to keep them closed and her room began to feel stale and gloomy.

With the curtains pulled back, Debbie opened one of the windows and let in some much needed fresh air.

She could feel the eyes of the young man over the road, burning into her, on impulse she looked across and waved. The young man waved back and then seemed to pick something up.

Her phone began to ring and she answered it cautiously.

"Debbie!" she could hear his breath labouring as he panted down the phone.

"Pete? Is that you Pete?" she frowned as she looked across the road into the young man's window.

"Don't you like me any more Debbie?" the voice sounded a little bit sulky and Debbie felt her irritation stirring again. 

"We're not children Pete!" she snapped.

He gave a grumpy little snort and hung up the phone.

"Well be like that then." She muttered crossly.

She moved away from the window and back over to her bed.

A moment later the phone rang again.

"Yes." She snapped.

"I could pay you." His breathless offer confused her for a moment. 

As realisation dawned her pulse quickened and she felt a dampness begin in her groin.

"Pay me for what?" she asked haughtily.

"I've saved up fifty pounds, and, and I'll let you have it if you come over and visit with me for a bit."

"Visit with you for what?"

"Come over and we can discuss it." He hedged.

"All right, I've nothing better to do right now so, all right."

"Great! Come round the back, the back door should be unlocked and mum's out for the afternoon so we'll have the place to ourselves for a few hours."

Debbie found herself humming as she skipped down the stairs. She snatched her keys from the hall table and left through the front door pulling it too as she went.

There was no one around, but she still glanced about guiltily before scuttling down the garden path and around to the back of the house. Sure enough the back door opened as she turned the knob and she entered the house.

"Pete?" she called as she walked through to the bottom of the stairs. "Pete?"

"I'm up her Debbie, you'll have to come up."

She danced up the stairs feeling happier than she had in days. Pete's door was open and he was sitting in his chair facing her.

As she entered his bedroom she could see his dark eyes staring at her breasts, and her nipples hardened in response. 

"Close the door." He voice was low and his breath laboured, and she knew that he was excited.

She closed the door and stood leaning against it.

"What do you want of me?" she asked him calmly.

"I want you to undress for me."

"No."

His eyes widened with dismay.

"Don't you want the money?" he held it out in his fat sweaty hand and Debbie felt the thrill of it all again.

"I'll give you an hour." She relented. "For an hour I will do whatever you want."

"Agreed!"

He held out the money offering it to her and she frowned. "Afterwards, you can give it to me after."

He shoved it on the table next to him and set a clock there as well. The countdown had begun and Debbie struggled not to come there and then.

He turned back to her. "Undress." He ordered thickly.

"What first."

"Your top, unbutton your blouse for me."

Slowly Debbie unbuttoned. From the bottom to the top one button after the other. After the last one she pulled it from her skirt band and left it hanging open.

"Take it off."

She let it fall to the floor.

"Your bra."

She unhooked it at the back but held it with her hands looking to him for the next move.

"Drop it"

It fell on her blouse.

"Your skirt."

"Off, or up?"

He almost came in his pants.

He leant forward eagerly. "Come here." He whispered hoarsely.

She walked over to him and stood in front of him.

"Lift it up for me."

Debbie grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to her waist.

He just sat there, a look of total euphoria on his face as he sat less than two inches from her panty clad pussy. He breathed in sharply and then looked at her knowingly.

"I want to finger you?"

She opened her legs a little and smiled invitingly.

Pete held out his hand and, pulling her knickers to one side he jabbed his fat fingers into her pussy and started to rub vigorously.

He fumbled at his trousers for a moment, struggling to multitask. In the end Debbie took pity on him and leaned forward to pull out his rather small rather hard dick. She gripped it tight and pulled gently.

His fingers in her pussy, and her little hand tight around his dick, it was all too much for him and he came with a great big sigh.

He closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm, and then opening them again he looked back at Debbie. She didn't say a word just stood with her skirt still held up.

"Take your knickers off Debbie."

She did this surprised that he wanted to carry on. He shoved his hand between her legs and started a sawing motion.

"Tell me you like that. Tell me it feel good."

"Oh Pete," she winced, "oh yeah, that feels so good, don't stop, do it some more."

He carried on and after a while she figured that he wasn't going to stop until either the alarm went on the clock, or she reached an orgasm of her own.

"Oooohhh Pete," she sighed her eyes closing. "Yes Pete." She gasped. "oh! Yes, yes, yessss!"

She squealed out her fake orgasm and gave a gentle little shudder.

After she had quietened down Pete stopped his rubbing and grinned at her.

"Maybe you'll visit me again Debbie." He said handing her the cash. "I'd like to keep your knickers though, if you don't mind?"

Debbie picked them up and held them out to him. He took them and put them to his face breathing in deeply. 

"I can smell you." He whispered.

Debbie dressed quickly and then turned to Pete. "Maybe I'll let you watch me sometimes Pete, just til you've got enough money saved up."

His eyes rolled up and he gave a little gurgling noise, and for a moment she though he was going to have a fit or something. The slackness of his jaw made her realise that he'd just come again.

"Bye Pete." She closed his bed room door and skipped down the stairs. She went out the back way slamming the door as she went, she had money in her purse now, but for some reason she was feeling really, really cheesed off.

She scuttled over the road and went round to the back of her house.

"Morning Debbie."

Mr. Groves looked at her over the fence with a knowing little smile.

"Morning Mr. Groves." She responded stiffly.

"What you been doing then Debbie?" he asked with a grin.

"I don't think that's any of your business Mr. Groves." She told him angrily.

He tut tutted a couple of times, "now then Debbie, don't be like that. Didn't young Pete do a very good job with you then?"

"I don't know what you mean." She tried for outraged innocence, but blushed guiltily.

"Oh come now Debbie, me and you have been through too much to have secrets like that."

Debbie looked at him for a moment, studying and thinking of the things they'd done together. Whatever else had happened, Mr. Groves always made sure she had at least one orgasm with him.

"Would you like to come inside and share a coffee with me?" she asked quietly.

The look on his face made Debbie wonder if she had done the right thing, but the little man had gone and she knew that he would be with her in seconds flat. She opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen.

Leaving the door open she walked over to the kitchen sink to rinse out the kettle. The door shut behind her and the bolt slid across, and Mr. Groves was behind her and lifting her skirt.

He tucked the hem into her skirt belt, and a second later he was deep inside her pumping away as if his life depended on it.

"See you were ready for me weren't you Debbie, no knickers just how I like it. You were being the dirty little slut, first for Pete and now for me."

Debbie leaned forward a little over the sink and stuck her bottom out. Mr. Groves gave a little groan and then his hand came around and a finger started to rub her clitoris. Debbie had been aroused for quite some time now and Mr. Groves inside her and his finger in her clit was just enough to finish her off. 

She let out a deep sigh and her muscles gripped at Mr. Groves, hugging him tight as he came inside her spilling his pent up load for all that he was worth.

He staggered away from her and sat down at the kitchen table breathing heavily.

"I think I'd like that coffee now girl." He panted.

"Yes Mr. Groves." Debbie said meekly as she pulled down her skirt and filled the kettle.

She knew that this was not the last time she would be fucked by Mr. Groves, he always seemed to know exactly when to go for her.

As she sat down opposite him she felt a little rush of excitement that this dirty old man kept finding ways to screw her.

Debbie's Adventures Ch. 02



Her mum was off out on another hot date, and Debbie was faced with spending the evening on her own.

"You seem to be going out a lot with this new guy?" she asked her mum curiously.

"Yes dear." Her mum said with a dreamy little smile. "I really think he might be something special." She seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying quietly. "Don't wait up for me tonight Debbie I don't think I'll be coming home tonight."

She kissed her daughter hurriedly and left the room to get ready for her evening out.

"That's just great," Debbie muttered grumpily, "I'm only twenty two, I'm the one who's supposed to have the hot dates."

She was feeling irritable and restless again and on an impulse she stepped out into the back garden.

"Afternoon Debbie." Mr. Groves as usual was lying in wait.

Debbie walked over to the fence.

"Afternoon Mr. Groves, what are you doing?" she asked a little bit sulkily.

He looked at her for a moment and then held up a little figure that he was painting. "I like to make little armies, and I paint them in the proper colours.

"That sounds like fun." She muttered sarcastically.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I gather that your mum's off out tonight Debbie?"

"Yes she's got another hot date and she probably won't be coming home tonight."

"So you're going to be all on your own?"

"Looks like it yes."

"You know Debbie." He said a little shiftily. "I could come over and keep you company for a bit. Bring some of my army and show you what I've been doing since we last fucked."

She blushed a little but her eyes brightened in remembrance of being bent over the sink and fucked from behind by him. That had been two weeks ago, and now she knew she was ripe for a little more action.

"Don't bring your soldiers, bring your other toys." She gave him a coy little smile. "I think that I'm going to be a very bad little girl tonight." 

His look of excitement almost proved her undoing, but she just managed to hold herself together.

"Did you know Debbie, that my wife is away again this weekend? Would you like to come over to my house?"

She looked at him a little anxiously remembering how badly he had punished and violated her at his house, the time that he had made her dress up like his wife and nag him like his wife.

"I don't think I want to go that far Mr. Groves." She told him warily hoping he would get the message.

He gave a little sigh of disappointment, but leaned forward to talk to her.

"So Debbie, bad girls get spanked. And bad girls get fucked hard with big dildos, and when they have come four of five times they get fucked again by a big hard dick." He looked into her wide brown eyes moist now with lust. "So are you a bad girl Debbie?" he breathed.

She nodded her head, "yes Mr. Groves I'm a very bad girl."

"Have you still got that little black skirt and top?"

She shook her head regretfully, the first thing she'd done when his window had been fixed was to throw those clothes he had liked right into the bin.

Another little grunt of disappoint, followed by a thoughtful look.

"Wait here for a moment." He scuttled off inside his house to reappear a few moments later.

He handed her some notes, about thirty pounds it looked like. "Go and get a new one, and a top if you can find one. You should just have time before the shops close if you hurry."

She did make it to the shops, and she did find exactly what she wanted, but she also missed the bus back and new that there wouldn't be another for at least another hour.

She could get home quicker if she cut through the park, even though it was deserted and a little creepy at this time in the late afternoon.

She hesitated as she came to a fairly sheltered part of the park, it was quiet with no one around, and with a quick look around she shrugged her shoulders and entered the little copse.

"Hello there little girl, aren't you a pretty thing."

It was a couple of tramps, setting up for the night by the looks of things, and they were filthy and smelly and Debbie wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Would you let me past please, I have some where I need to be." She asked politely.

The two tramps looked at each other and grinned. "What will you give us if we let you pass?" one of them asked with a little smirk.

"I have no money; I just spent it on a new outfit."

"A new outfit you say? Let's have a look then and see what you got."

Debbie sighed in defeat and took the top out of the bag. It was a blouse again in snowy white and so fine it was almost transparent.

"Ooh now that's nice aint it Burt." The first one said.

"Yes very sexy, do you think she's got anything else in that little bag Will?"

They both looked at her questioningly and she gave another little sigh and took out the very short black skirt.

"You know something Burt I think this little girl would like to be a little tart."

"Yes Will I think you're right."

"Please!" Debbie said impatiently, "can I just get past?"

"Oohh I think that that would deserve a kiss little girl." Will said with a smirk.

Debbie looked at these two dirty grubby smelly tramps and knew that they planned to rape her. She decided that they wouldn't.

"Ohh sirs." She said on a little sigh. "I'm not supposed to kiss strange men, but," she said as they moved towards her. "Maybe you could kiss me?"

"That sounds like a very good idea little girl." Burt chuckled. He moved to pulled her to him and she held up her hands.

"Not on my mouth though." She told him.

"Where then?" Will asked impatiently.

Debbie smiled at them innocently and unbuttoned her top to reveal her bra, she pulled it down so that her nipples were out and looked to the two excited men.

"Look one each." She offered.

She was on her back with a tramp on each boob before she could blink. 

They suckled and nibbled and licked at her nipples until she thought she would come for them.

Will's hand slid down her skirt and pulled it up. He started to finger at her very wet pussy while he suckled at her breast and pulled at his dick.

Burt was pulling at his own dick and pushed his hand down to join Will's. Two Tramps with their fingers rubbing at her pussy, and suckling at her boobs. Debbie arched her back and enjoyed a long vocal orgasm that had both tramps shooting their loads all over her.

She stood up and straightened her skirt and fastened her top, pulling a face at the icky damp patches on her. She grabbed her bag and backed away from the two men.

"Oh don't worry little girl, we won't hurt you." Will said tiredly.

"What's your name little girl?" Burt asked.

"Debbie, I'm Debbie." She told them with a smile.

"Maybe you'll come and visit us again Debbie?" Will grinned.

Debbie didn't answer; she simply turned around and jogged off. She smiled as she ran, it was always nice to have options, she thought to herself. 

She went round to the back of the house, and sure enough Mr. Groves was still there waiting for her.

"You got something then?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes I got something." She nodded.

He noticed the patches on her top and frowned. "What happened there then?" he asked.

"Oh that, that's where I let two tramps come on me while they sucked my boobs and fingered my pussy." She said carelessly.

"Filthy little whore!" Mr. Groves snapped. "What time is your mum going out?"

"About seven I think."

"Leave the back door open, and I want to find you bent over the kitchen table with your skirt up and your knickers down to your knees. Stay like that until I come to spank you like the nasty little slut that you are." He took something out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Wear this as well, and you are NOT allowed to take it off."

"Yes Mr. Groves." She whispered.

"And Debbie, make sure you take a shower as well."

"Yes Mr. Groves."

Debbie went into her house and since the bathroom was vacant she dove into the shower. She was extremely horny, and tempted to indulge herself, but she decided to save herself knowing that she would enjoy her time with Mr. Groves if she didn't have another orgasm now. 

Yes she was going to have a good time with Mr. Groves tonight, and she hummed as she soaped herself down in preparation for him.

"I'm off now Debbie." Her mum called up to her.

"Have a good time mum." She called down.

"Thanks love. See you tomorrow."

Debbie pulled her skirt straight with a shaking hand as she heard the front door slam. A moment later there was the slam of a car door and the engine revved up. The car drove away and Debbie was left alone.

She walked downstairs and made sure that the front door was locked and then went through to the kitchen. She opened the back door, and then she turned around and pulled her knickers down to her knees, she slipped the blindfold, which Mr. Groves had given to her, over her eyes. She bent over the kitchen table pulling up her skirt as she did so and waited.

The house settled into silence, and the light began to fade, Debbie waited.

It got darker and still nothing. Debbie waited. 

Finally what seemed like hours later she heard the back door softly close and the bolt slide across. 

"Mr. Groves?" she whispered nervously.

SLAP! The pain shot right through her as she yelled out in pain.

"Now then Debbie you know the rules." Mr. Groves whispered as she rubbed her cheeks.

SLAP! "Ooh one thank you Mr. Groves." She called

He rubbed the cheeks and shoved a finger up into her pussy.

"Nice and wet after those tramps aren't you Debbie?" he asked nastily.

"Yes Mr. Groves."

SLAP! "Ouch two thank you Mr. Groves!" she sobbed.

He stopped for a moment and Debbie relaxed. Suddenly she felt something hard pushing against her opening and she knew it was the dildo. She opened her legs wider to better accommodate it and Mr. Groves slapped her hard.

SLAP! "OOhh Three thank you Mr. Groves."

"Whore!" he roared at her. "I didn't say that you could open your legs!" he rammed it inside of her and switched it on. "Now close your legs slut and don't let it slip out."

Debbie clamped her legs together as tight as she could which only served to amplify the sensations going on inside her pussy.

SLAP! "Ouch Four thank you Mr. Groves."

Mr. Groves stopped fooling around and started to spank her hard and fast, so fast that Debbie could barely count and thank him in time. She lost it at about thirteen as she had her first orgasm of the night. She gained at least three extra slaps until she could resume the count.

Finally he was done with one final resounding:

SLAP "ouch ooowww Twenty-four thank you Mr. Groves." Her blindfold was soaking wet from her tears, but it was over at last. She stood up and went to remove the blindfold.

"Leave it!" he snapped. "I didn't tell you to remove it!"

Debbie let the blindfold fall back into place and just stood there waiting.

"I can see your tits through that blouse." He accused in disgust.

"I thought you might like it." She whimpered.

"Huh" he grunted noncommittally.

"What about the skirt? Do you like that?"

"Pull it down and let's have a look then." He ordered bad temperedly.

She straightened the skirt and stood, the blindfold over her eyes, her nipples poking through her transparent blouse, her skirt as short a she could get, and her knickers still around her knees.

"Very nice Debbie." He finally sighed.

He grabbed her by the hand and started to pull her with him. "Make sure you don't lose that dildo Debbie, hold it in with your hand if you have to."

So she waddled along blinded to where he was taking her and with her knickers gradually slipping down until they were around her ankles and the dildo humming away happily inside her.

She had to stop half way as she was racked by another orgasm, this one was intensified by the fact that Mr. Groves suddenly without warning pinched cruelly at her nipples.

They resumed the walk and her senses told her he'd taken her into her front room.

He forced her down onto her knees and told her to open her mouth.

"No suck it you little slut!" he demanded as he rammed his hard dick into her mouth.

He started to fuck her face, his hands either side of her head and his hips thrusting back and forward.

Debbie fought to breathe as he carried out this assault on her and the buzzing inside her pussy just exacerbated the situation for her. 

"Enough!" he suddenly called out as he pulled his dick out of her mouth.

He grabbed her elbow and forced her to bend over the sofa with her bottom out in the air. Her cheeks still bright red from his spanking.

He reached between her legs and very slowly pulled out the dildo. As it popped out Debbie shuddered with another little orgasm.

Mr. Groves knelt behind her and thrust his cock inside of her. "You're nothing but a bitch in heat!" he hissed into her ear. "So from now on I'm only ever going to fuck you like the dog that you are!"

Debbie let out a little sob. "What makes you think I'll ever let you fuck me again?" she asked spitefully.

He reached around and fingered her knowing that it would drive her to another climax very quickly.

"Because Debbie, I know how to make you come." He whispered, "And then I can make you come again, and then again." 

Sure enough she tensed into another orgasm, and Mr. Groves just kept on pumping and fingering and pumping. She came again, he kept up the pumping and fingering and she came again.

"Please," she whispered "Enough please!"

"Grab my balls Debbie like you did before."

Debbie reached around to squeeze, and squash them, and Mr. Groves gave out a grunt. "That's it girl, dig your nails in, yes, yes Debbie like that! Oh yessss!"

He tensed and sighed as he came deep within her spilling and filling her until it ran down her leg.

As he moved away from her, to collapse on the floor at her feet, Debbie lifted the blindfold.

"So Debbie, will you let me fuck you again?" he asked her breathlessly.

Debbie sat up on the sofa and spread her legs. "That depends Mr. Groves. Will you clean me up first?"

He grinned as he crawled over to her and started to lap at her pussy.

Debbie sat back with a purr of satisfaction as she let the blindfold slip back down.

"Oh yeh Mr. Groves like that." She gasped grabbing his head and spreading her legs wider.

She forced his head further into her pussy as she felt her next orgasm coming on.

Life was so very good! She thought.



Debbie's Adventures Ch. 03



Mr. Groves had stayed until the early hours the night before and they had had a lot of fun, but since Debbie wasn't sure what time her mum would be back this morning she asked him to leave just before three o'clock in the morning.

She locked the back door behind him and yawning tiredly she went up to bed.

She slept the night through and a good part of the morning too, but she was still up and dressed and looking bright eyed by the time her mum got back.

Debbie put the kettle on and sat down at the kitchen table. Her mum was almost humming with suppressed excitement, and so she waited for her to start talking.

Debbie's mum waited until they were both sitting with a cup of coffee.

"So how was your date last night?" Debbie asked with a little smile.

Her mum shone. Debbie couldn't remember ever seeing her this happy.

"Oh Debs!" she sighed softly. "Gordon is just so wonderful."

"Good." Debbie paused as she reached out to take her mum's hand. "You deserve it mum."

Her mum gave a self conscious little laugh. "He wants to take me away." She eyed her daughter worriedly.

"Excellent! You could do with a holiday, where does her want to take you?"

"It's a world tour, lasts about six months." 

Debbie sat in total shock. "When?" she finally managed.

"Next weekend." Her mum looked at her anxiously. "Should I go Debbie? What do you think? Would you be all right on your own here?"

Debbie swallowed a couple of times and then forced a bright smile. "Don't be silly mum, of course you're going. There is absolutely no question about it, you ARE going."

Her mum gave her a little sigh of relief and a soft grateful smile. "Luckily all the bills for this place." She looked around the house, "they're all paid by direct debit. So you won't be out of pocket." She studied her daughter for a moment. "And I'm going to set up a standing order to pay £25 into your bank account once a week so that you can get food and things."

Debbie hugged her mum gratefully. "You always take care of me mum." She sighed through a watery little smile.

Her mum stood up. "Right, I'm going to take a shower, and then I might take a nap for an hour."

Debbie grinned naughtily. "Did Gordon work you hard last night ma?"

Her mum blushed and there was a little twinkle in her eye. "I'm not even going to answer that."

Left alone Debbie's smile faded and she stared at her empty coffee cup dejectedly. Her mum's life was moving on and she (Debbie) was in danger of being left behind. 

She walked into the back garden and wandered over to the fence. Mr. Groves shed door was closed and he was no where around.

Debbie gave an irritable little grunt and went back inside. She went up to her room and wandered around it restlessly, picking things up and putting them back down again. She looked out of her bed room window and could see Pete in his room looking across at her.

She casually began to unfasten the buttons on her blouse. She could see him sitting forward in his chair as he strained to see her. She stepped back into the shadows of the room.

The house phone rang and Debbie laughed in exhilaration, before she could get to it though her mum could be heard answering it. 

A few moments later her mum knocked on her door.

Debbie hurriedly fastened her top just as the door opened. 

"I thought I heard you come up here." She said her eyes bright with excitement. "That was Gordon; he's just on his way over. His father wants us to go and have dinner with him."

"That's nice." Debbie smiled, "have a good time."

"Oh no Debbie, you're to come too, he wants to meet the both of us before he gives his blessing." 

Debbie looked at her in surprise, "his blessing for what?"

"Gordon wants to marry me eventually, but he works for his father and all his money comes from his father, so he won't do anything without his blessing."

Debbie's mum looked her over. "You've just got time to shower and change." She murmured as she stepped fully into the room.

"Why? What's wrong with the way I look now?" she asked sulkily.

"Just go and take a shower, you'll feel much better once you've freshened up, and I'll look through your things."

By the time Debbie stepped out of the shower and went back into her bedroom, her mum had gone downstairs, leaving a pretty little summer dress that Debbie hadn't worn for years, laid out on her bed.

Her curtains were still open as she started to towel herself down, and she knew that Pete was getting a real treat. Maybe it would encourage him to save a little harder. 

Debbie didn't dwell on the implications of taking money for sexual favours, and what that made her.

She put on some lacy briefs and matching bra and moved around her room a little giving Pete ample viewing time.

A car pulling up outside convinced her to hustle and she pulled on the dress and added a little cardigan since there was a chill in the air today.

This was her first meeting with Gordon too, and she was a little surprised by the fact that he was easily in his mid to late fifties, with a soft look to him. Her mum in her early fifties was still a very attractive woman; surely she could do better this Mr. Potato head?

She sat in the back of the car tugging at the hem of her dress; she couldn't imagine what her mum was thinking in making her wear this little girl's dress.

They turned onto a private drive way and as they turned the corner the house came into view.

"Oh my!" both mother and daughter exclaimed in unison.

The house was huge! A great sprawling mass that looked like it had been added to every other generation.

"It's been in the family forever." Gordon informed them pompously.

Debbie wasn't sure if she liked Gordon or not, but she had to admit that whenever he looked at her mother she could see how much he cared for her.

As the car came to a halt, they all climbed out. Gordon took her mother's hand in his and waited for Debbie to join them.

"Now then Debbie," he told her in a low voice, "it's very important that my father thinks well of you, so be sure and be respectful, and make sure you do whatever he tells you, no matter how odd it may seem."

Debbie was expecting an older version of Gordon and figured she could charm the old guy easily enough. She smiled up at Gordon, "I'll be on my best behaviour." She promised.

"Good, good, good." He muttered nodding his head vigorously.

They walked through the large double doors and Debbie looked up into the face of an evil old man who looked to have a very nasty temper. He was old and crabby, but still fit and strong by the looks of him. He must have been in his eighties though.

Gordon made the introductions and Mr. Patterson senior smiled politely at Debbie's mum.

"And this is her daughter Debbie." Gordon finished.

"A pleasure girl." He took her hand in his and looked down at her.

His tone was genial and polite, but his eyes were saying something else to Debbie and she swallowed in fear. He held onto her hand a little longer than was necessary, and he squeezed it ever so slightly as if in warning.

They sat down in a large room with several comfortable sofa's scattered around here and there.

Gordon and her mum sat on one sofa and she and Mr. Paterson sat on the one opposite them.

The sofa wasn't that big but Mr. Paterson was, so she kept finding herself falling into him.

"Dinner isn't going to be for at least another couple of hours." The old man suddenly murmured. "So Gordon why don't you take Fiona and give her a tour of the place."

Debbie's mum sighed with pleasure. "Oh that would be wonderful." She said warmly.

She looked to Debbie and was just about to invite her along, when Mr. Paterson spoke up again.

"Debbie can stay with me so that we can get to know each other a bit."

As the other two stood up he murmured to his son. "Make sure you give her the full tour, I don't expect you back for at least an hour."

"Yes father." Gordon said respectfully as he took Debbie's mum by the hand and led her from the room.

Debbie sat still and demur next to him, her heart going like a jack hammer.

His hand came down on her knee and she flinched.

"Now then girl there's no need to be like that." He admonished.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't do that sir." She whispered softly.

He gave a little snort. "You do want you mum and my Gordon to stay together?"

"Yes." 

He smiled cruelly at her as his hand came down on her knee again.

"Then YOU'VE gotta play ball my girl."

She sat very still and it seemed to satisfy him, for a little while, as he sat rubbing his hand up and down her leg. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her dress and he started to gently poke at her groin area, his breathing getting heavier as he felt the dampness there and knew that he was arousing this young woman.

"Now then girl, we're going to go into my study and you are going to do exactly what I tell you?"

She nodded but didn't trust herself to speak.

"Good girl!" he stood up and held out his hand to her and together they left the comparative safety of the living room to enter the danger of his study. He locked the door behind him and just stood watching her.

"You're a pretty little thing Debbie, and that's a very pretty dress."

"Thank you sir." She whispered as she looked down at the ground.

"Take it off!"

"What?" she needed him to be clear about this and so made him say it.

"The dress!" he said impatiently. "Take off the dress."

Debbie unbuttoned the front of it with tears in her eyes; she let it fall to her waist and then slid it down her thighs. Then she stepped out of it and laid it neatly across a chair by the wall.

"Oh very nice!" he whispered hoarsely as she stood there in her lacy pants and bra.

He went and sat at his large desk and beckoned her over.

"Sit there on the edge of my desk, yes that's it, now just open your legs a little, yes that's very nice."

He picked up a pen and began to write and Debbie just sat there with her legs open and her pussy just peeping out.

She watched his hand as he wrote and let out a soft little sigh. His pen wobbled ever so slightly.

She stretched out ever so slightly and gave another little sigh. The pen wobbled a little more.

Suddenly Mr. Paterson pulled open a drawer next to his desk and pulled something out.

He reached over and pulled her knickers to one side and pushed a little silver bullet up against her clitoris. He switched it on and it started doing its magic. Debbie groaned.

"Now then girl you must keep that there until I've finished writing this report, and I don't care how many times you come, that stays right there."

So for the next half an hour Debbie had to sit there with a bullet humming away in her crotch driving her from one orgasm to the next, until she thought she would scream.

Finally though he threw down his pen and stood up. He took the bullet off her and just as she breathed out a sigh of relief he spoke. "Take off your knickers girl. "He unfastened his trousers, and Debbie looked at him in dread. This old man surely couldn't?

There looking proud as punch and standing at full salute was Mr. Patterson with a very good erection.

He spread her legs and plunged into her to pump at her pussy like he'd not had pussy in years!

"Aint Viagra a wonderful thing." He grinned as he started to claw at her boobs.

Even after he'd come he still looked rock hard, but he was panting like he'd just run a marathon and Debbie worried that he might have a seizure or something.

They got back to the living room just as her mum and Gordon did and the four of them sat down to dinner with a rather quiet Debbie.

After dinner she was horrified when Mr. Paterson turned to her.

"Come on Debbie we can take a quick turn in the garden before you go, give your mum and Gordon half an hour to themselves.

"Yes why don't you?" her mum beamed at them pleased that they seemed to be getting on so well.

They didn't get far, just out of sight of the house in a quiet secluded little orchard. He had her lean forward against a tree with her dress up and her bottom sticking out. He fucked her heard from behind, and the bark from the tree gave her splinters.

When he was done he refused to give her back her underwear. "I shall keep these Debbie until you visit me again, then maybe I'll still keep them so that I can smell you before I go to sleep at night."

What was it about these men that the kept on nicking her knickers? She felt a little hysterical laugh bubbling up, as she thought about running out of underwear, because all the perverts that she let do her all wanted to keep them afterwards.

As they joined Gordon and her mum she listened in dismay as they arranged for her to make weekly visits to the old man whilst they were away.

The look he gave her just before they left promised much more. As he said goodbye to her he whispered. "I'll fuck you good again soon Debbie and while I do you are going to finger yourself till you come."



Debbie's Adventures Ch. 04



Her mum had been gone for just over a week, and Debbie began to realise that the £25 her mum put into her bank each week wouldn't go very far. She'd phoned up Pete yesterday, asking if he'd managed to get the money together yet, but he'd only managed to save £30.

She toyed with the idea of going over for the £30, but she didn't want him to realise that she was in need of the money.

She was just coming down the stairs in the early morning when there was a knock on her back door.

"Morning Mr. Groves, what can I do for you?" she greeted him as she opened the door.

"I thought you might like to offer me some coffee." He said with a little smirk.

Debbie frowned at him. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, your mum has been gone for more than a week now, and I'd guess that you're beginning to feel a bit lonely by now."

She opened the door a little wider to let him in and went to put the kettle on.

Mr. Groves sat at the kitchen table watching her with his dark beady eyes.

"So Debbie, how are you managing for money?" he asked casually as she poured out the coffee.

She slid a mug over to him and sat down opposite him.

"Mum puts a little in my account each week and she pays the bills for this place by direct debit." She told him quietly.

He seemed a little disappointed. "So you're all flush and taken care of then?" he grunted.

She gave a little wince. "Not really. The money mum gives me covers the basics but I've nothing left and I need soaps and things."

"You don't say?" he seemed pleased she thought as she looked at him questioningly.

Mr. Groves didn't say anything for a little while merely sat sipping the coffee she had made for him.

"How would you like to earn a little bit of pocket money Debbie?" he suddenly asked her casually.

"How?"

He fixed her with his beady eyes and Debbie felt a little jolt in her gut.

"Well you see it's like this." He told her carefully. "You remember my friend who came to visit with you in your bedroom."

She nodded her head but didn't speak.

"Well, he'd like to visit with you again, and he'd be quite happy to pay you a little something so that you can treat yourself."

"How much?"

He seemed surprised at her question, probably expected to have to talk her into it, she thought.

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "that would depend."

"On what?" she asked calmly.

"Well, how far would you be prepared to go."

She shrugged her shoulders, "I've no idea, what he did last time wasn't too bad." She said cautiously. "But what would he want this time and how much would he be prepared to pay?"

Mr. Groves looked as baffled as she felt. Neither one of them were prepared to admit what this would make Debbie.

"Look I'll tell you what." Debbie sighed. "You tell him to write it down in a letter what he wants, and put the money in with it. If I'm happy to do it then I'll keep the money and arrange for him to come round, if not then he can have the money back." She looked uncertainly at Mr. Groves. "Does that sound like a good idea?" 

Mr. Groves nodded and smiled. "That sounds like a very good idea Debbie." He stood up and headed for the back door. "I'll go and talk to him right now and get back to you this afternoon.

Mr groves was back within the hour, and he had a nice sized envelope in his hand. Debbie put the kettle on to boil and made them both a coffee, and then she sat down at the kitchen table and opened the envelope. There was a nice amount of cash in it and two sheets of typed paper. She read the letter carefully frowning a little.

"Well?" Mr. Groves asked impatiently. "What does he want?"

"Here you read it." She said handing it over to him.

Mr. Groves read the letter. He gave an evil little chuckle and looked at her with dark excited eyes. "Seems simple enough?" 

"Yes I suppose." She shrugged, "but he wants me to go to his place, and I've no idea how to get there."

"How much money did he offer you?"

Debbie counted it out carefully. "One hundred and twenty pounds!" she said in shock.

"So if you give me the twenty pounds I'll take you there and wait to bring you back again." He offered carefully.

"That would still leave me with a hundred pounds for myself." Debbie murmured thoughtfully. She looked at Mr. Groves. "Tell him I'll be waiting outside for him just after eight o'clock."

Mr. Groves took his mobile out of his pocket and punched in a text. A few seconds later he got one back. "He says that's fine." He told her putting his phone away.

He looked at Debbie again and she could tell that reading that letter had excited him. It had turned her on a little as well she admitted silently.

"We've got loads of time until eight o'clock." Mr. Groves said slyly.

Debbie nodded fighting to keep a stern look on her face. "Yes I have."

Mr. Groves frowned at her. "Now don't be like that Debbie."

She stood up and walked over to him. "So how would you like me to be?" 

"I'd like you to be a good girl and lift your skirt up for me." He whispered.

"And if I don't?"

"I'm bigger and stronger than you." He muttered. "I could force you, and I would probably hurt you."

"So what you are saying is that I have NO CHOICE." She whispered in a frightened little girl's voice.

"No Debbie you don't"

Debbie lifted her skirt and Mr. Groves admired her pretty lacy panties. "My! Aren't they pretty Debbie?" He sighed softly.

"Yes they are Mr. Groves." Debbie said through clenched teeth, "and before you ask; no you can't keep them."

Mr. Groves looked at her in surprise. "I like to see them on you, and I like to take them off you, but why would I want to keep them?"

"Never mind." Debbie sighed.

"Open your legs Debbie." He whispered hoarsely to her.

He slipped his fingers inside her panties and started to rub at her moist clitoris.

He pulled her panties down to her knees and as she opened her legs wider for him he pushed two of his fingers as far into her as he could get them. 

Debbie gave a little gasp of pleasure.

"You like that girl?" he snarled at her. "Tell me how you like it."

"Ooh Mr. Groves." She sighed, "That feels so good, with your fingers deep inside of me. Can you fuck me hard with your two fingers and make me come like the filthy little slut that I am."

"Get your tits out for me Debbie." He growled as he started to move his fingers hard.

As Debbie opened her top to reveal her boobs to him he leaned forward to clamp one of her nipples in his mouth, where he proceeded to suck hard on it.

His thumb started to rub at her clitoris and Debbie's head went back in ecstasy. It didn't take long for her muscles to tighten around his fingers and her body tensed into an unbelievably intense orgasm.

Mr. Groves let go of her boob and his fingers slithered out of her with a little slurping noise. Debbie fell back to sit panting on her chair for a moment.

Mr. Groves sat watching her as he played with his fully erect penis, "So little Debbie, are you going to come and sit on my knee for a bit?" he asked giving her an evil leer.

She let her panties slip of her feet and left them lying on the floor as she walked over to him and slowly lower herself on his hard cock

He went deep inside of her and they both groaned in unison.

Up and down on his dick she went, working them both into a frenzy. He pawed at her boobs again and sucked and licked at her. The whole thing was just so seedy that Debbie came with a little squeal just as she felt Mr. Groves's sperm gushing deep inside of her.

Debbie left Mr. Groves sitting in the kitchen while she went up stairs to take a shower and freshen up. By the time she got back down Mr. Groves had left, closing the back door behind him. Debbie glanced to where she had left her knickers, meaning to put them in the washing machine. They were gone and she frowned in confusion. She shrugged her shoulders and went to look in the washing machine. There they were lying inside ready for the next wash.

She gave a little giggle and turned to leave the kitchen, on impulse she turned back to the back door and slid the bolt across, then went back upstairs to sort out more washing while she thought about it.

She sang softly to herself as she rummaged through her clothes gathering things together

She walked down the stairs with her arms loaded with dirty clothes, she kicked open the door on the washing machine and bent to load it up. The washing machine was empty, her lacy panties no longer inside. Debbie dropped her washing to the floor and looked around in confusion. They had definitely been in there! She looked at the back door which was still locked, so where had her knickers gone?

***

She was ready and waiting when Mr. Groves came back for her at seven thirty. He knocked on the back door and she slid back the bolt.

"Are you ready to go Debbie?" he asked as he looked at the little skirt and top she was wearing with the dark stocking tops just visible.

He drove her to the large building and left her standing alone on that cool, dark night. She wasn't alone for long though as the door was suddenly yanked open and a tall thin man stuck his head out.

"What do you want?" he demanded irritably.

"Please sir," Debbie whimpered, "I'm cold and hungry and it's so very dark....."

"Oh well," he sighed impatiently. "You'd better come inside for a bit then." He opened the door and Debbie walked inside.

He led her to a large study where three were two large armchairs on either side of a roaring fire.

"I've brought you a visitor Wilson." The thin man said jovially.

As Debbie stepped in front of the armchair she recognised the Santa look alike from that night in her bedroom. So now he had a name – Wilson.

"And what a pretty little visitor she is too Jones!" he said in his soft gentle voice.

"Good evening sir." Debbie whispered in her little girl voice. She gave a little shiver and Wilson frowned in concern.

"You look chilled my child, come and sit with me by the fire." 

Debbie sank down onto his ample lap and he held her close for a while. His hand moved restlessly up her stocking leg, and she could feel the bulge developing beneath her bottom.

Jones sat in the chair opposite, watching her with bright eyes filled with lust.

"You see what you've done to my friend?" Wilson whispered loudly into her ear, "he looks all swollen and sore, and I think you should go over there and help him out."

Debbie stood up only to be stopped by Wilson. "On your knees girl." He ordered her briskly.

She sank down onto her knees and crawled across to the other man who was busy opening up his trousers. Her eyes widened as she saw the size of his erection and knew that she was expected to get that into her mouth.

He stroked it proudly as he saw the look on her face. "All for you my dear," he murmured smugly, "it's all for you."

Debbie swallowed nervously and knelt up to grip it with her hands and lick it around the edge, trying to get it as wet as she could with her suddenly dry mouth.

She put the edge of it into her mouth, just as Wilson came up behind her and lifted her skirt.

She wasn't prepared for his violent thrust inside of her as he rammed his dick as far in as he could get it. He had been so gentle with her last time that this penetration had been unexpected and she lunged forward taking Jones's rock hard penis all the way down her throat.

It was a chorus of groans – followed by huffing and puffing and grunting like wild animals, as again and again Debbie's head was pushed down onto his penis forcing her to swallow it only to have it whipped out again leaving her heaving and panting for breath.

Wilson behind her was plunging into her rocking her back and forward as his hand came around the front and started to finger her clitoris. She let out a little groan which turned into a gurgle as Jones came into her mouth his liquid hitting the back of her throat and going down into her belly with almost no effort from her.

His now limp dick slid out of her mouth and she slumped forward her head in his lap as she relaxed against the assault on her lower person.

It didn't take him long to reach his climax as he spurted his seed into her filling her and trickling down her leg.

Breathing heavy Wilson grabbed her arm and propelled her to his chair where he sat her down and parted her legs. He then took the position kneeling before HER as he thrust his bearded face into her come filled pussy and started to lap it up. 

Debbie achieved four orgasms before he lifted his head her fingers buried deep into his hair as she had guided him.

"Now it's our turn again." He told her softly, as he stood and pulled her to her feet.

He walked her back over to Jones and she stood with her back to him. Wilson guided her down so that she was speared by Jones's enormous erection and he immediately started to buck his hips thrusting up deep into her

Wilson stood in front of her with his own hard dick level with her mouth. She parted her lips and holding him gently in her two little hands, she delicately began to sip at him, cupping at his balls as she did so.

Wilson's head went back and he let out a gusty sigh as she sent shivers of ecstasy through him. His hand came down and he pinched gently at her nipples as Jones's hand started to rub at her groin area looking for her magic spot.

Just as Wilson shot his load into her mouth Jones's found her spot forcing her into another mind blowing orgasm which tightened her muscles around his shaft bring his ejaculation deep inside her, shooting up into her womb.

Jones sank back into his chair- Wilson fell back onto the other chair and Debbie collapsed onto the floor all three of them exhausted and spent.

After a little while Debbie stood up, straightening her clothes as she did so.

Wilson leaned forward in his chair holding out another envelope.

"This is for the same time next week if you are willing." He told her sombrely. "Let Mr. Groves know your answer and he will get in touch with me."

"Yes sir I'll let you know by tomorrow." She smiled back at the old gentleman as she left the room.

Jones walked her to the front door. "Are you all right to get home?" he asked her politely as he opened the big door.

"Yes thanks my ride should be here any minute." She smiled up at him just as Mr. Groves pulled up in front of them.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening Debbie – I hope to see you again next week."

"Good night sir." 

She walked over to the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Everything okay?" Mr. Groves asked shooting her a sideways look.

"Yes thanks, just a bit tired." Debbie sighed. She ripped open the envelope and read the letter as Mr. Groves drove her home.

"Can you let him know that next week is fine same time same place if you don't mind taking me again?"

"No not at all." He pulled up outside her house and looked hopefully at her. "Are you going to invite me in Debbie?"

"Not tonight Mr. Groves, like I said I'm tired."

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

Debbie pulled a little face. "No I have to go and spend the day with mum's father to be."

"What all day?"

"Yes, he's sending a car for me in the morning and I'll be dropped off in the evening."

Debbie considered confiding in Mr. Groves about what might happen to her at that house but she kept her silence and merely wished him a quiet good night.



Debbie's Adventures Ch. 05



Debbie was up early the next morning. She took a leisurely shower and then sat at her dressing table mirror with a towel wrapped around her.

She brushed out her copper coloured curls, and her blue eyes narrowed as she examined her creamy white skin, she frowned slightly at the faint freckles that sprinkled over her little upturned nose. 

She was twenty two years old, and at five foot two inches and with her petite little figure, she could pass from anything from twelve years old to thirty, depending on how she dressed and acted. 

She supposed that, that was her appeal to all those dirty old men, and why so many persisted on calling her things like little girl, and little Debbie.

The knock on her front door at nine o'clock, was enough to make her want to throw up.

Debbie swallowed nervously and went to answer the door.

"Morning miss." The chauffer - a middle aged portly looking man grinned at her in a friendly fashion. He held out a white envelope to her.

"Good morning." She responded politely as she took the envelope from him.

"You're to read this before we leave miss." He told her in a firm voice.

Debbie glanced at him uncertainly for a moment before opening the door wider. "You'd better come inside for a moment then."

She wandered through to the kitchen opening the letter as she went.

'Debbie!' The letter began.

'I owe Mr. Jenkins the chauffer some over-time.

He's agreed that an hour with you will write it off.

Do what he tells you.

J. Paterson.'

Debbie looked across at the man who had followed her into the kitchen.

"You know what this says?" she asked her hands shaking.

Jenkins smirked at her, his eyes filled with lust. "I know what it says." He agreed.

"And do you know what will happen if I refuse?"

He shrugged indifferently. "That's not my concern. Mr. Paterson told me to remind you of how happy you mother is right now though."

Debbie swallowed the tears and looked him in the eye. "So what do you want to do about it?"

His smirk turned into a full malicious grin. "I want to fuck your brains out." He whispered coarsely.

Debbie felt a little jolt in her stomach but she managed to keep her expression calm. "Where would you like to do this?"

His chuckle was like nails down a chalk board. "I think you need to get your things and we can discuss it on the way."

Jenkins waited while she locked up the house and then he led her out to the classic Rolls Royce that was parked outside her house. He held the front passenger door open for her and helped her inside.

The first ten minutes or so they achieved in almost total silence, aside from his cheerful whistling that grated along her fragile nerve ends.

Finally Debbie could stand it no more. "What about your just deserts?" she asked sharply.

He shot her a side long glance as he turned the car down a quiet country lane.

"I watched a movie once." He told her, "Where a wife did something for her husband when he was feeling stressed."

"I'm not your wife." She snapped as he pulled up into a little lay-by.

"Would you like to argue the point with Mr. Paterson?" he asked as he unfastened his trousers.

"Not really." Debbie muttered grumpily.

"Good." He sighed as he put his hand on the back of her neck and forced her head into his lap.

For a while all that could be heard was the odd slurp from Debbie and an occasional grunt from Jenkins.

"That's it." He gasped as his erection throbbed in Debbie's mouth. "Yes you little slut - suck it like that. Yeah! Oh yeah baby!"

When he came into her mouth, Debbie swallowed it back quickly.

She moved away from him, wiping her mouth as she did so, and sat staring miserably out of the passenger window.

Jenkins sat for a while catching his breath, but making no effort to fasten his trousers or start the car.

After a while Debbie looked back at him questioningly. "Shouldn't we be going?"

He grinned at her suggestively and her gaze dropped into his lap, her eyes widening in surprise at the size of his fresh erection.

"I've not had sex for more than two years." He told her. "And Mr. Paterson had a spare Viagra pill."

'Well that accounts for the colourful cheeks and the silly grin!' Debbie thought hysterically.

"Come on then Miss Debbie in the back with you." He pushed a lever and their seats dropped back suddenly, sending Debbie sprawling.

She never got a chance to get herself together before his pulled up her skirt and ripped of her knickers. Her face was pushed again the back of the backseat upholstery and her right knee pushed up onto the seat at a very painful angle.

Jenkins shoved his sizable very hard dick into her and then putting his hands on her stomach he started to pump violently at her.

Debbie gave a little whimper followed by a grunt which seemed to drive him wild as his hand snaked up to paw at her breast.

This aggressive coupling didn't go on for too long as he plunged himself deep inside her and Debbie felt the warm fluids gushing out of him into her.

He pulled out of her and fell back onto the driver's seat panting heavily.

Debbie pulled down her skirt and moved back to the passenger seat her hands shaking.

"Is that it?" she whispered tearfully, "Are we done now?"

Jenkins gave a sidelong grin. "Aye miss we're done now." He nodded.

"Good!" she sobbed slightly. "You had better get moving then!"

They accomplished the rest of the journey in absolute silence. Even Mr. Jenkins seemed a little subdued.

He pulled up outside the sprawling old house and he opened her door to help her out.

Debbie looked to see Mr. Paterson standing in his door way waiting for her. As she walked towards him she remembered her shredded knickers still lying in the back of the car. She gave a bitter little smile, - at least that was one pair he couldn't keep.

"Good morning Debbie, come on inside." Mr. Paterson barked at her.

"Morning." she muttered as she walked past him and entered his home.

The door closed behind her with an ominous thud and Debbie swallowed back another little sob as she squared her shoulders and turned to face the evil old man.

"I paid your debt for you." She told him her eyes latching on to his.

Mr. Paterson scowled at her. "You don't have to be like that about it girl." He reproached. 

"So how should I be?" 

He ushered her into his study where he closed and locked the door.

"You should be damned grateful girl!" he snarled at her angrily.

"Oh? Grateful for what?" she challenged

"Grateful that your beloved mother is getting a world cruise at my expense." He snapped his colour rising at an alarming rate.

Debbie felt the anger and defiance drain from her and her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"So I suppose you want to fuck me now?" she whispered her head lowered in submission.

"Huh!" he grunted in anger as he turned away. "The doctor told me to stay off the Viagra for a couple of weeks." He told her angrily.

Debbie's head came up hope brightening her eyes.

"And don't you look at me like that miss!" he barked. "Just because I can't fuck you today, doesn't mean you aren't going to get fucked!"

"What do you mean?" she asked anxiously.

He went and sat on a little sofa in the corner of his office. "Come over here Debbie." He ordered coldly.

She walked over to him, but when she would have sat next to him he stopped her making her stand in front of him.

"Lift up your skirt so I can see your pretty little knickers." He commanded.

Debbie hesitated for a split second then lifted her skirt with a malicious little smile.

His eyes shot up to hers his rage purpling his face again. "Where are your knickers?"

"Jenkins tore them off me." She told him innocently.

He shoved his hand in her crotch to feel the sticky dampness there. "You're filthy!" he snarled in disgust. "You dirty little tramp!" he forced her over his knee and began to slap at her naked bottom with a hard heavy hand.

Debbie cried out as the pain shot through her. "Please!" She sobbed. "No more! Stop Please!"

Mr. Paterson kept going venting his rage on her poor little bottom until it glowed bright red.

By the time he let her go he was breathing heavy and huffing and puffing. He wasn't done with her yet though as he stood up and forced her across the room. He pushed her down onto a hard wooden chair that had straps attached to it. Debbie was so bewildered by the events that she was fastened to it before she knew what was happening.

Her arms were fixed to the back of the chair, with a strap going around her waist, and her ankles were fixed to the outside of each leg.

Now he had got her where he wanted her, Mr. Paterson seemed to calm down a little bit. He smiled down at her as he pulled open her top and pulled down her bra, he left her pert little boobs hanging over as her massaged them and tweaked at the nipples. 

"You like that don't you girl?" he muttered croakily.

His hand went down as he hooked his fingers into her pussy and began to push. His fingers slid into her and he started to finger her with hard thrusts, while his other hand continued to pinch and tweak her nipples. 

He knelt in front of her, his breathing heavy and his eyes excited as he used her and abused her. 

"Tell me to stop." He said with a cruel smile "Beg me to stop!"

Debbie gave a little sob. "Please sir, it hurts, it hurts so bad. Please don't sir." She whimpered softly.

He laughed as he leaned forward and began to suck hard at her breast, his teeth nipping at her as his fingers continued on their assault of her lower body.

Debbie began to cry as the pain simply increased until finally he seemed to have had enough.

He pulled away suddenly and went over to his desk, where he pulled out the little bullet he'd used on her before. He pushed it against her clitoris and then quickly he released her ankles to tie them together tight. He tied her at the knees and then again on her thighs, making sure her legs were pressed firmly together. Then he switched on the little bullet and at Debbie's gasp he grinned. 

"Now you just sit there and enjoy yourself while I finish some work." He ordered her as he walked back over to his desk.

The constant humming and buzzing against her pussy was something she just could not resist and it wasn't long before her first orgasm hit her, her moans earning her harsh looks from the man trying to work.

As time went by she became more vocal as she called out to him.

"Please sir my poor little pussy! Please make it stop sir. Oh sir!"

He threw down his pen and stomped over to her. "What is the matter with you girl?" he demanded gruffly although his eyes were still excited.

"My boobs sir." She gasped. "Please could you suck them like you did before?"

He gave an impatient little sigh but knelt in front of her again to suckle on her.

He made her endure several more forced orgasms as he kept her there like that and by the end Debbie's tummy was aching.

The bullet suddenly went silent as the batteries died and Debbie's head slumped forward with relief.

Mr. Paterson untied her without further comment and took his little toy back to his desk.

"You can go home now Debbie." Mr. Patterson said abruptly. "I'll have Jenkins bring the car round and I'll see you next week."

She looked at the evil old man with dislike. "Whatever else happens I will never service your staff for you again." She told him quietly.

He gave a little snort. "No girl I suppose not."

She left the room and Connor the butler after having a little word with the master arranged for her ride home.

While she sat in the hall waiting, Conner walked over to her. "Are you alright Miss Debbie? Is there anything I can get for you while you wait?" his gentle voice and soft sympathy was almost her undoing.

"No thanks Conner." she smiled tearfully.

She sat in the back of the car aware of the lustful glances from Jenkins. "You've had your bit." She told him at one point. "And I've made sure that you NEVER get a look in again." 

His eyes returned to the road but she could feel his animosity and sexual frustration, it rolled of him in waves and she knew she'd earned an enemy in him.

She resolutely ignored him and at her home she climbed out the car before he could assist her and absolutely refused to let him near her home.

"I'm fine Jenkins you go on back now, don't wait for me." She told him haughtily.

She locked her front door behind her and as she leaned against it was aware of a letter on her mat.

She tore it open and read its contents with a little frown. It was from Mr. Groves. He'd had to go away for a few days, maybe even a week.

Debbie gave a little sigh and went upstairs to take a much needed shower. As she sat at her dressing table with a towel wrapped around her, she became aware of the sun shining through her window, and something glinted in the corner of her room up near the ceiling. 

Curiously she climbed up onto her bed to look closer and let out a little gasp a she realised there was a camera in her room!

With a shaking hand she grabbed it and wrenched it out, snapping the little wire that was attached to it.

She threw it to the ground and started to run around the house searching the rooms frantically.

She found four more of them. She found one in her bathroom, one in the kitchen, one in the living room, and one on the landing. Her mother's room seemed to have been spared.

She sat at her kitchen table clutching at her towel and shaking. Could Mr. Groves have done this? She wondered, but no he had open access to her he wouldn't need to do that.

As she sat thinking she remembered the phone calls she had received when she had first been with Mr. Groves.

Debbie ran upstairs and pulled open a draw. Sure enough her mobile was still there switched off. She switched it back on and plugged in the power whilst it hunted for a signal.

"Come on!" she sobbed as it beeped at her. "Ring!"

She was so upset she didn't hear the quiet tread on the stairs.

She let out a little squeal as her door was suddenly flung open and a tall young man stood there. His usual friendly grin was gone, and now he just looked slightly unhinged.

"Rick!" she gasped in disbelief as she remembered him from her mum's garden party.

She'd known him for years as he'd hung around doing odd jobs for her mother. He'd even looked after this place while she and her mum had gone away for a few days once.

"You did this!" she gasped tearfully. "You had a key cut and you've been coming in and taking my things."

"Yes Debbie all me." He snarled as he kicked the door too with his foot. "I was the one phoning you up and getting you all hot and bothered. You shut me out though when you got that little pervert next door." He eyes narrowed at her accusingly as he walked closer to her.

"What do you want?" she whispered in real terror.

He held up some handcuffs as he stood in front of her. "I'm going to have you like you let him have you." He whispered. "Now hold out your hands Debbie and be a good little girl."

Debbie had become a bit of an expert at playing the little victim over the last few months, but with Rick, she had alarm bells going off in her head as she caught the hint of madness in his expression. She stood up abruptly, praying that Pete would be looking over as usual. 

Rick must have realised though as with a little hiss he pushed her back down onto the bed.

"Hands Debbie." He snarled.

With a little sob she held out her shaking hands and he snapped the cuffs onto her wrists. He then pushed her down onto her bed and attaching a second set to one of the bars at the top of her bed, he pulled up her arms and clicked the second cuff over the chains on her arms.

She was anchored to her bed, but he could still move her around a little, should he wish to.

He stood looking down at her and slowly pulled away her towel.

"Yes Debbie, I knew how beautiful you would be up close." He whispered hoarsely as his hand started to stroke her body.

"Do you remember what HE did when he tied you to this bed?"

Debbie shook her head her eyes bright with fear.

He held up a little bottle. "He fucked you with this while you sucked him off."

She blinked as she remembered that time but again stayed silent.

"It's my turn now." He chuckled manically.

He wedged his hand between her legs and rammed the little bottle into place and then he was on top of her. His knees either side of her head as he pulled out his long hard dick.

"Open up bitch!"

Debbie had no choice, she opened her mouth and as his cock entered she sucked as hard as she could, her tongue tickling at the end.

Rick closed his eyes as a wave of sheer pleasure washed over him.

"Oh yeah Debbie like that. Me and you are going to have such fun together. I've brought whips and chains and all sorts with me and I'm going to use you like you've never been used before."

Debbie let out a little sob as she continued to suck him off. Her whole body was shaking with terror at what this mad young man might be capable of.

As he let her lie back and have a breather she looked at him with her huge blue eyes, a picture of innocence and fear.

"Please Rick." She whispered. "Please don't hurt me, I promise to be a good girl and do whatever you tell me to do." 

As he shoved his cock back into her mouth he gave a little shiver of excitement at her total submission to him. He was going to do her but good, he sighed as he felt his first orgasm approach.



Debbie's Adventures Ch. 06



Debbie curled up on her bed sobbing quietly. Her whole body hurt from the lashing Rick had given her. He had made her wait on him wearing only a little frilly maid's apron, and stockings and high heels. She had tottered around bringing food and drinks for him.

He'd tripped her! Just as she was about to hand him a glass he'd stuck out his foot causing her to topple forward spilling the liquid all over him.

"Stupid useless little whore!" he raged.

Debbie leaned away cowering in fear but he lunged forward suddenly and grabbed her cruelly round her wrists.

"You need to be taught a lesson." he hissed as he dragged her out into the hall.

"Please Rick no! I'm sorry Rick!" she sobbed in terror.

He'd left some manacles and chains hanging down from high up between the bars on her banister.

He clasped the cuffs around her wrists and pulled hard on the other end so that she was forced to go up on the tip of her toes.

As Debbie moved around trying to keep her balance, Rick stood back to study her. He felt his cock hardening as he admired her pert little boobs and her tight little bottom. Her pussy was just visible under her little apron and she looked as sexy as hell.

He wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard right there and then, but he knew that he had to teach her a lesson first. He pulled out a small multi tailed whip and flicked it lightly at her.

Debbie cried out as she felt several little stings against her skin. 

"No Rick please!" she cried out desperately, the tears streaming down her cheeks.

He flicked it again a little harder and she squealed. He walked around her a little studying her from all angles while she moved trying to protect her most sensitive places.

He dropped suddenly and lashed out catching her on her bottom and upper thighs.

Debbie cried out again and flinched instinctively away.

Rick moved quickly and lashed out again to catch her tender little nipples. Debbie screamed in pain.

Again and again he would flick it and catch her and there was nothing she could do to protect herself.

By the time he was done she had hundreds of little red marks across her skin and she was sobbing hysterically.

Rick threw the whip to the ground and grabbed hold of her. "There now Debbie." He soothed. "Your punishment is over and the marks will be gone in a couple of hours."

He pulled her against him and kissed her on the mouth his tongue forcing its way inside to poke her and push against her teeth and her own tongue.

"Kiss me back Debbie." He growled in frustration.

Debbie swallowed back her tears with a little hiccup and returned his kiss as best as she could.

His hand cupped her breast and she could feel his hard-on digging into her belly.

"Take me Rick." She whispered huskily. "I want you so bad right now fuck me here and fuck me hard."

Rick showed a moment of surprise, but his excitement at her words overrode everything else as he dropped his trousers to stroke proudly at his long thin dick. 

"You want this Debbie?" he asked her softly.

"Oh yes Rick." She allowed her voice to drop to a husky whisper full of desire "do me Rick like you did before."

He grabbed her hips and pushed his dick inside her pussy.

Debbie grasped at the chain she was dangling from to pull her legs up and hook them around Rick's waist. Rick sank deeper into her than anyone ever had before and they both groaned in unison.

As he began to pump into her, his mouth latched on to one of her boobs. His hands were cupping her bottom his fingers digging in slightly, to the soft flesh.

Debbie allowed her head to go back and closed her eyes as she rode him.

"Oh yes Rick!" she sighed.

He looked at her angrily. "I'll bet HE never did you like this did he?" he spat.

She opened her eyes to meet his look head on. "You've seen everything we did; you know exactly what he was doing to me all the time."

"Yes I saw." He snarled, "I and I saw how much you loved it!"

She couldn't deny it so she didn't even bother trying.

"You're nothing more than a filthy little whore!"

Debbie decided to take a risk. "Yes I am Rick." She whispered. "But now I'm YOUR filthy little whore and you can do whatever you want, to me and I'll love it for you."

He tensed as he shot his load into her, her words exciting him into an early climax.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and crushed her mouth with his, his tongue forcing its way in and invading her in every way that he could.

Afterwards he had led her back up to her bedroom and cuffed her to her bed. 

"I'm just going to clean myself up and then I'll be back to sort you out." He smiled tenderly at her as he stroked her hair away from her face.

Alone in her room, Debbie curled up and wept.

Five minutes she allowed herself, five minutes to fall to pieces and wallow in pain and misery. Her sobs quietened into the odd little hiccup and she lay still as her mind went into action and she began to plot and plan.

By the time Rick returned she had resigned herself to being another pervert's plaything and now she simply bided her time as she submitted to his will.

He placed a chair next to her bed and disappeared into her bathroom, Debbie could hear the sound of running water and wondered what he was up to now.

Rick came back with a bowl full of warm fragrant water, which he place on the chair.

He dipped a cloth into the water and then wrung out the excess.

"Now then Debbie I'm going to give you a little wash and make you all clean again." Rick told her, his breathing accelerating with his increasing excitement.

He was actually very gentle with her although he did have a tendency to linger in places for longer than she was comfortable with.

He dried her down and then went to get rid of the water.

As Rick sat down in the chair he released one of Debbie's hands.

"Open your legs Debbie, so that I can see your pussy." He whispered softly. "Now touch yourself."

Debbie gently began to stroke herself while Rick sat over her watching excitedly.

"Your fingers Debbie, put them inside yourself, yes that's it! Now, do it a bit harder, yes Debbie like that. Yes a little bit harder Debbie."

Debbie was pumping her fingers as fast and as hard as she could, she could feel her orgasm closing in on her and looked to Rick desperately. "I'm going to come Rick!" she gasped, "Please can I come?"

Rick smiled down at her gently, "yes Debbie you can come." He tweaked at her nipples and she closed her eyes and cried out her orgasm.

As she removed her fingers and lay on the bed panting Rick allowed his hand to stroke down her body. He fingered her gently before trailing back up the length of her, he grasped her free had as he passed and took it back up to the cuff where he locked it once more around her wrist.

He leaned down to kiss her gently on the mouth. "I found something of yours in the bathroom," he told her gently with a little smile.

Debbie looked at him questioningly.

He raised his other hand to show her what he was holding and Debbie swallowed nervously. She'd forgotten all about that butt plug that Mr. Groves had used on her the night she'd dressed up like his wife.

"I'm saving this for a very special occasion." He told her affectionately.

The next few days she spent as Rick's little plaything, they were the longest most humiliating of her life. Debbie sank to new depravities with Rick as he pushed her to the limit and beyond.

As the week wore on she detected and air of desperation in Rick and seriously began to worry for her safety. 

He loved to catch her at fault with something and find any excuse to punish her, and so it was on this day as he ordered her to make him a drink and then caused her to spill it.

"Stupid useless little whore!" he raged again, unable to come up with anything more original.

Debbie shrank away from him in fear; resigning herself to her almost daily lashing. But Rick's anger seemed to be beyond that as he lunged at her slapping her across the cheek and forcing her to the ground. 

He was on top of her before she could brace herself, and with one viscous thrust he penetrated her, fucking her as hard as he could. His hands snaked around her throat as he slowly began to choke the breath out of her.

Debbie began to struggle as she realised that her very life was in danger, her hands clutching at his wrists her nails clawing futilely at him. 

Her face went a shade of purple and her eyes bulged as she saw a million tiny explosions of light, the final thing she saw was Ricks face contorted and twisted with madness, just before she blacked out.

**

Her first sense of awareness was a light behind her eyelids, she blinked and tried to open her eyes but the light was too bright and she winced and closed them tight again.

"Good morning Debbie, your awake at last I see." The bright cheerful feminine voice caused her to try to open her eyes again and this time she managed, provided she squinted a little. 

Debbie tried to respond to the nurse but her voice just came out in a dry rasp.

"Don't worry about your voice Debbie." the nurse reassured her as she saw the alarm in her face. "That brute strained your larynx, lucky he didn't crush it, but you should be fine again in a week or so, as long as you don't try to put any more pressure on it." She handed Debbie a pen and notebook. "You're to use these for a bit."

Debbie picked up the pen and with a shaking hand wrote.

"What happened?"

The nurse gave her a look full of sympathy, "the man who held you, he did some pretty awful things to you from what I hear, and finished it by trying to strangle you whilst he was raping you."

Debbie's eyes filled with tears and her face went white with terror as she remembered that last awful scene.

"Your neighbour had been away; he came back and heard a commotion, and tried to get in." The nurse handed her a drink and took her pulse as she continued with the story. "When he couldn't, he phoned the police. They arrived and broke down the door to find him choking the life out of you. They told him to stop, but he wouldn't so they shot him."

The tears trickled down her cheeks as she silently asked the question. "Dead!" the nurse confirmed with a little nod of her head. She smiled again at Debbie, and pumped up her pillows so that she could sit up a little. "Now how would you like some breakfast? Something nice and easy for that throat of yours, and a nice pot of tea?"

Debbie nodded as the tears continued to stream; now that they'd started she couldn't seem to stop them. 

The nurse after a quick look at her gave a little click of her tongue and reached across to hug Debbie to her, holding her tight as she sobbed away her fear, pain, and humiliation at the hands of that young psychopath.

After she had cried it out of her system the nurse handed her a tissue and backed away a little. "The police will be in later to talk to you. Is there anyone we can call for you? Friends, family? what about that neighbour?"

Debbie shook her head "Only mum and she's out of the country at the moment." She scribbled.

"Maybe we can get someone from victim support to come and talk to you." The nurse left Debbie alone as she went to make some arrangements on Debbie's behalf.

Later that morning the police came and asked her a lot of questions forcing Debbie to relive her ordeal. They took down the answers she scribbled on the notepaper and left with a promise to return in a few days with a written report for her to read and sign. After that the case would be filed and closed as far as they were concerned.

That afternoon a very nice lady came from the victim support and after a long chat with Debbie she left with a promise to do the things that Debbie had requested.

By the end of a week she was deemed fit to leave the hospital and the lady from victim support came back with a suitcase full of everything that Debbie owned. The house had been locked up and a flat had been leased on Debbie's behalf. 

Despite several requests from Mr. Groves to come and visit her she had refused point blank. Debbie moved into her flat and found herself a job and resolved to live her life free of all men. She would never be used or abused by one ever again, and she would live a respectable life.

The End