EXTRACT FOR
The Society - Book 1
(DrkFetyshNyghts)
The door to Nina's room was open slightly so her guardian Joseph could see in with ease. There were no creaking floorboards on the first floor of the huge house so she wouldn't hear him. Nor would her attention be drawn to the door at all. Even at eighteen she was full bodied, something that she had been self-conscious about for a long time. If only she appreciated how gorgeous she actually was. And how there actually was nothing for her to worry about looking the way she did. That she had curves where there should be curves and more than that she had spectacular legs. At five feet six inches, a considerable amount of her overall height was made up of the length of those legs. What was more, her legs weren't spoilt by having an overly long torso. A curvy torso yes. Hips rolling out and into fleshy buttocks that were very mature for her age. If only she realised that a girl like her had potential. Real potential. Those long flowing blonde locks too, framed her attractive face to perfection. And then there were her deep blue eyes that simply oozed sensitivity. She really was physically mature beyond her years although it was the sensitivity and naivety that gave away her true age.
But then, Nina was a teenager with barely a care in the world why would she realise anything at her age? Slightly too old to be completely innocent and yet much too young to be fully aware of the ways of the world. Maybe it was just as well she wasn't aware or conversant with those ways or she would be damaged goods before the handover. Oh yes, the handover. Something else she knew nothing about.
Nina had become a ward of court when both of her parents had died. Joseph had appeared like out of nowhere to take her in. At least it seemed he had appeared out of nowhere. Oh she had met him before. An acquaintance of her father. She had always thought of him as a little creepy. She had never said anything, or complained. Truth be known she had seen him on the few occasions she had met him, letting his eyes roam over her curves, and linger there. And always that little smile on his face. It was, to her, like a mocking smile. Thin lips just curled up in the corners and eyes just pouring over her at will. The fact was, that she had kind of blamed herself for his interest in her body. She felt it was her own fault that his eyes were drawn to her. That she didn't really have cause to complain about his interest in her. That he was doing just what other people did when they looked at her. It didn't occur to her that people looked at her because of her striking, natural beauty. Or in his case because she oozed a latent sexuality that any man, or some women would be able to smell from some way off. The latent sexuality was just something she was not aware of. At least at this point in her life she wasn't aware of it.
Then when her parents died in the car crash, she had been so full of grief, that Joseph was the only vaguely familiar face. All of a sudden he was there. Out of nowhere, able to look after her when she was barely able to recall even the day of the week it was at any given time, let alone look after herself, such was her grief.
She remembered that day, the day she had officially become a ward-of-court. Joseph leading her into the closed chambers, his hand in the small of her back, just where the little dip and curve was above her tail bone. Just where that gorgeous curve was. The curve that the spinal arch faded out of and into the reverse curve of her buttocks. His finger tips just pressing into the flesh and lingering there. He had a legitimate reason for having his hand, and his fingers there. He was reassuring her. Gently soothing her and guiding her. So he could legitimately paw her. And so consumed in grief was she that she didn't in the slightest, connect this with any sexual motive or stirring.
That was twelve months ago. She had got used to him 'touching' her in that time. Like he was sizing her up. Checking her out for something. Like he was thinking of a bigger picture. She had fully expected him to be wanting to have sex with her shortly. She had prepared herself mentally for that day. But it had never happened. That added to the self consciousness she felt. Like she had been rejected or something. And all because of the way she looked or appeared. This was how she perceived herself. The issues upon issues of a teenage girl.
In point of fact Joseph WAS thinking of a bigger picture. There was one phone number in his cellphone book that he constantly fingered. Always brought it up on the screen. More so in the past year. More so since the decisions had formed in his mind about what he was going to do with Nina. It was just the timing that needed to be right. Needed to be absolute. Often he brought up that number on his phone. And the corresponding name Bernadette and in brackets "Huntress". Always eventually pressing the backspace button, deciding the time just was not right not yet. Eventually he would make that call, just not yet. That's what he had always thought up until this particular day. This particular day Nina seemed ready. She seemed, and smelled ripe for inclusion in The Society's program of supplying specialist clients.
At first Nina was sitting on the edge of the bed. She only wore a very short, very silky, red housecoat that was tied tightly round her middle. It was incredibly short and so was ruffled around her hips and her fleshy thighs and fuller expanse of her long legs totally visible to Joseph as he stood outside her room. Eyes travelling from bare feet over the pale flesh and up the entire length of her legs. It was a quiet moment for her. Probably one of the few times that she was completely comfortable with herself. Her sitting poise natural. One knee bent as she brought up her foot onto the bed. Joseph gasping slightly as her un-pantied slit was exposed fully. She filed a toe nail. Joseph's eyes not moving from the slightly downed slit. Her labia, neat and just pouting a little from the inner flesh of her sex. The way the light was in the room, it caught those delicate folds of flesh highlighting the entire sex. Spotlighting it. Drawing attention to it. Drawing attention to the fact that at this precise moment in time, Nina was wasted. She was not fulfilling her potential. That there were people out there. People with special requirements. Wealthy people willing to pay lots and lots of money for a girl like Nina. She oozed innocence. But she oozed something else as well. She oozed a latent sexuality that all but dripped from her every orifice. This was a special thing that dripped from her. That latent sexuality needed to be harnessed and put to the best possible use. Thankfully she wasn't aware of it yet. That latent sexuality. So it could be captured and harnessed thoroughly, virginally.
Then she moved. Lowered her foot to the floor before swinging both legs around onto the bed so that she was lying face down. The natural curve of her spine now teasingly obvious through the silk of the housecoat or robe. The silk having ridden up over her hips and bared the cheeks of her buttocks. Joseph's thoughts lucid and clear in his head. It was like he was speaking out loud to himself. Although, of course he wasn't.
"God, that ass has potential BIG definite potential."
He could feel the stirrings between his own legs. But fucking Nina wouldn't be enough for him. He wanted more than that for her. He wanted her to meet the requirements of a very specialised group of people. And then he wanted her to go further to meet the extra special specific needs of those clients who would eventually own her. Yes a simple fucking, as delightful and delicious as that would be, just would not be enough. He had very special plans for Nina. But the timing had to be right. Once the wheels were put into motion there was no going back and so the timing had to be right. Had to be perfect.
Joseph watched Nina for what seemed an age. He watched as she brought a hand up behind herself, letting her long nails scratch over the surface of one buttock. He loved the way her nail dented the flesh of the buttock, leaving a little white trail before that faded leaving just a trace of red where the nail had grazed over the surface of the flesh. Then he faded back from the door and back down the stairs to the ground floor of the huge house where just himself and Nina had lived for the last twelve months. He took out his cellphone. Fingered through the phonebook until Bernadette's number had appeared on the colour LCD screen. He looked at the name for ages. "Huntress". Tingles of excitement coursed through the core of his spine. But also, little throbs of pleasure in his semi flaccid cock. It was the right time. Now was the right time. The name Bernadette aka Huntress was beckoning him to call. It was as though even "She" knew he was about to call. He rubbed his thumb tip over the touch sensitive screen. A very slight caress of Huntress in the phonebook, and the call was going through.
"Hello, yes it's Joseph....... Yes, yes I think you can proceed with what we discussed. Y-yes, yes of course, I realise once The Society have been made aware of Nina's existence that there will be no going back..... that clients will be sought and there will be no going back. It's fine really, I want only the very best for Nina..... Yes, thank you, we will meet soon.... bye."
Joseph thumbed the name again to hang up the call. Upstairs he could hear Nina moving around getting ready for the start of her day. Little did she realise that normal days like this would soon not exist for her any more. It was as well she didn't know that her world was about to turn upside down.