WARNING: this story features non-consent. Do not continue to read if this is triggering for you.

Writer's note: Kasha surprised me a bit here, I honestly didn't know she was going to behave like this when I started writing. But our groundskeeper is taking full advantage of the presents offered. I expect he'll have to be much more brutal with some of his future victims. Kasha is... going to be a bit special for him (if she doesn't surprise me again that is).

Episode 3 has been written as well, but needs to be re-read. And with Kasha being as fickle as she is, I want to write episode 4 before releasing 3 as well :)

And yes, this story is slow, so you need patience. I'm a sadist, I enjoy making people wait, so deal with it :)

Previous episodes:
- The groundskeeper - 01 - Kasha

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Resigning in her faith, she pulled her arm out of one sleeve and then out of the other and started to take off the sweater. As she did, her blouse was pulled up enough that I could see her flat, muscled stomach, and I felt my mouth begin to water at the thought of having that body under my control…

When the sweater pulled free over her head, she stood fidgeting with it in her hands, still trying to hide as much of her body from me as possible. “Throw it to me and put your hands up and behind your head so I can look at you”. She did as she was told, and I pushed my nose into her sweater to drink in her smell. She smelled like violets on a spring morning. More delightful was that she blushed deep crimson when she saw me enjoying her smell and looking at her body.

The feeling of power coursed through my veins; it was going to be so challenging to be slow and careful with her. But I had planned this for a long time, and I wasn’t about to let the opportunity go to waste. I wanted to have her in every way for her whole time at uni. I was going to turn her into a complete slut – my slut. I got up from the couch and walked around her, inspecting her from close by.

Stopping behind her, I whispered in her ear. “How old are you, Kasha?”

“23”

A hard slap on her ass made her jump and cry out, shocked. “Answer properly, I’m not going to tell you again, slut!”

“I’m sorry, Sir! 23, Sir.”

“From now on, forget being respectful, and it’s ten lashes with the belt. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir”

I stood close behind her again without touching her, breathing in the smell of her hair. It was intoxicating… even more so because I could see her tremble as she tried to keep her position in front of me and not move. I went back to whispering in her ear.

“Spread your legs for me, and stand up straight. Arms back. Head up. Remember this position, Kasha, this is how I want you to present to me when I want to inspect you.”. She moved her legs apart a bit, and I kicked her left foot hard: “Wider! When you’re in this position, I want to have access to everything I want to touch!”. A small cry escaped her mouth; she really was adorable when I was a bit rough with her. Not used to much?

“Kasha, I’m going to need some information from you… tell me, has anyone ever used a belt on you before? Or been rough with you?”

There was a short pause before she answered: “My stepdad used a belt on me when I was younger, Sir.” I stepped around her so I was facing her and saw that eyes were closed and she was silently crying. “Did he do more than that, Kasha? Rule 1 for us is simple, when I ask you something you answer truthfully and as completely as possible. Trust me, I’m going to know if you’re lying or holding back, my little slut.”

“Sir…” more tears now and a small, quivering voice: “He would use the belt on me after taking off my panties. And when it was over, he would rub my ass. He said it was to make it better and reward me for being a good girl. I’m not holding back Sir, I really don’t want you to have to use your belt on me.”

“He didn't go any further”? I softly rubbed some of the tears from her face. To my surprise she moved her face into my hand as if it was soothing her.

“No Sir, he didn’t. My mother caught him hitting me with his belt at some point, and kicked him out. She was very protective of me after that; this video you made is only the second time a man touched my body in a sexual way ever.”

I took a step back and tried to hold the surprise out of my voice: “Hold on, what about your boyfriend, you didn’t do anything with him?” I rubbed more tears from her face: “Open your eyes and look at me while you answer, girl.”

She squinted through her tears and held her face against my hand. “No, Sir. He was a childhood friend and very nice, but I wasn’t really that attracted to him any more, and he was too scared to make any real advances, I think. I would give him a hand job once in a while, and he would touch my breasts over my clothes, but we never went further than that. I’m sorry, Sir; I’m afraid I haven’t done much and probably won’t be exciting to you. But please don’t show this video to anybody, Sir!” 

She looked at me pleadingly and rubbed her face against my hand. I don’t think I was ever more aroused in my life. Here was one of the sexiest students on campus, entirely under my control, and she turned out to still be a virgin. I moved my face close to hers and looked deep into her blue eyes: “Kasha, if you are a good girl for me, your secrets will always be safe with me.” I wrapped my hand around her throat and leaned in for a first kiss. Her whole face was wet with tears, so her lips tasted salty, but she responded immediately and softly kissed me back. Her breathing slowed down, and she relaxed against my hand and lips.

I have always loved kissing, and her lips felt terrific. She opened her lips, and her breath hitched when I nibbled her lower lip. I squeezed her throat harder and allowed the tips of our tongues to touch. Electricity shot through me, I felt it through my spine, and my cock twitched in my jeans. Breaking our kiss, I moved to her ear and licked the soft spot behind it, then nibbled and softly bit her earlobe. The softest of moans escaped her mouth, and I could sense her hands coming down to touch me.

“Keep your position, my little slut,” soft and threatening in her ear while applying some more force on her throat. “I’m sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir. I… am not used to this, Sir.” Her neck and cleavage were now also blushing, and her breath was halting and irregular.

“Do you masturbate frequently, Kasha?”

“Sometimes, Sir, but not very often; it’s usually frustrating”

“Hm,” I went back to licking and sucking on her ear, “why frustrating?”

“My best friend tells me she can make herself orgasm easily that way, but I have never been able to. At least, I don’t think so. It feels good, but…”

She tilted her head unashamedly now in an attempt to give me better access to her neck and invite my tongue to explore more of her. I wondered if she even realized she was doing that, but I took full advantage of it. So not only did she not have sexual experience, she hadn’t even experienced an orgasm. This was becoming better and better.

I took a step back and let go of her. She whimpered softly and I saw that she had to stop herself from moving closer to me.

“Good girl!” I wasn’t new to being dominant, and I had always found it fascinating how well the ‘good cop, bad cop’ dynamic worked, even when you took on both roles. “Don’t move, Kasha; it’s time for me to examine all of you now. Stay still.” To be honest, this girl was far more responsive and submissive than I had ever anticipated. She was a natural.

I kneeled down in front of her, untied her sneakers, slid them off her feet, and removed her ankle socks. I stood back up and looked at her. She was looking back at me with big eyes, no more anger in there, but anticipation and arousal. With a smile, I put my finger on her lips and curled her bottom lip with it, then slid it down her throat and down into her cleavage. Slowly, feeling every inch of her body. Feeling her ragged breath, seeing her eyes squint in concentration as my finger moved toward her breasts. I stopped when I reached her shirt.

Slowly, I opened one button after another. Her stare didn’t leave my eyes, and she pulled her arms back even more so her breasts were pushing against the parting shirt, presenting herself to me and silently asking for more.

I moved her arms down and slid my hands inside her blouse, pushing it backward until it slid off her shoulders and dropped on the floor behind her. Her bra was also purple, with lots of lace. It looked more like decoration than support, but as I had seen on the video already, her breasts didn’t need support. When I dropped my eyes to her chest and looked at her breasts in the wonderful bra, I saw her shiver and she made a soft noise in her throat as if she wanted to say something.

“What is it, Kasha?”

“I… I just wanted to know whether you like my breasts, Sir. I know they aren’t the biggest, and they’re probably disappointing,” she allowed her head to sag and look down at her feet.

“Look at me, Kasha”, I said sharply, and her head snapped back up, her eyes searching mine.

I moved my hands to her chest and cupped both of her breasts. They were a perfect fit, and touching my palms against her nipples made her inhale sharply: “I really, really, like your breasts, little girl. And I will have a lot of fun with them.”

Kasha exhaled, she seemed relieved. She straightened her back and leaned into my hands. For the first time, I noticed the hint of a smile on her face.