Chapter 6: Subjugated Shopgirl

How could she? How could he? Cindy was devastated more by the fact that her uncle, the minister, Reverend Gillis would commit adultery with a married woman than by her mother's unfaithfulness. She'd heard stories that indicated that her father was not true to his vows and as for her mother, on two occasions she'd seen men, family friends, leaving the house when there were no good reasons for them to be there. It had bothered her but not nearly as much as seeing evidence that the minister she adored and respected, maybe even loved was aiding and abetting her mother's unfaithfulness.

The root of Cindy's distress was the fact that the handsome preacher had been more intimate with her than anyone else had ever been. Not only that but she had been willing to surrender to him her precious and irreplaceable virginity. She'd wanted him to take her that last distance to womanhood even if it was happening without the holy sanctity of marriage.

When Cindy returned home without visiting the man she'd thought she loved, her mother was already back and at the kitchen table drinking a gin and tonic.

"Hi Mom. How was your day?" It took great acting talent but the girl managed to pretend she'd seen nothing unusual.

"Oh, nothing special dear." Marilyn replied as she took a long sip from her drink. She squeezed her thighs together and the friction renewed her lust for the handsome preacher. "How was yours?"

"Oh, the usual... you know," and silently the girl added, I saw my Mom after she fucked the man I love, that's all. "What's for dinner?"

"I guess we'll order takeout Chinese if that's OK with you."

"Sure Mom." And if you weren't off fucking the minister maybe you could make something at home. Cindy turned to go to her room. How was she going to survive in this household? Then the phone rang.

Cindy waited until her mother answered it and after a brief conversation she looked up at her daughter and said, "Dad's not coming home for dinner. He has to work late... an interview or something... so we'll just have a pizza.

Marilyn knew and Cindy suspected what the interview was about. Some young, unschooled immigrant girl was going to spread her legs to get a job. For the good Christian Deacon Robert Ramsay.

Robert Ramsay was, at that moment, waiting in a hotel suite for his latest job applicant. This was not the sort of location that interviews for seamstress positions in a garment factory were usually held nor did the head of the company usually do the interviews. Except for Ramsay Re-Usables, Ramsay's company which advertised that it produced clothing that could be passed on from sibling to sibling or for that matter, from parent to child. There was no substance to the claim but it attracted cash-strapped family people and the truly frugal.

Ramsay Re-Usables had been founded by Patrick Mahoney whose family had been among the original settlers who had named the town Dublin after their former capital city. A descendant, Peter Mahoney had recently returned but he had no interest, financial or other wise, in the company his predecessors had founded. He was however Robert Ramsay's attorney.

The woman, actually not much more that a girl arrived ten miutes after Robert called home. She was from Guatemala and like most of his employees she didn't have a visa. And that made her delightfully vulnerable to his advances.

Robert however was not one to leave things to chance. Like his former minister Reverend Tyler and now his increasingly amoral brother in law Reverend Gillis, he used drugs when necessary. Room Service had already delivered an impressive tray and he'd prepared a concoction that would be both sweet-tasting and potent.

The job applicant was a young Latina as were most of his workers. Rita Gonzales was the product of a U.S. Marine and a Guatemalan girl. The man hadn't stayed around but the girl remembered his tattoo, Mother Rita, and she'd given her baby the name Rita. And then she'd married the man that Rita now called Papa.

Rita Gonzales was a good girl. She wasn't a virgin but in the place where she grew up there were few virgins older than ten. Nonetheless she was innocent and her few occasions of sexual intimacy had been nothing that would lead to a desire for more.

"Hello Rita. Thank you for coming." Robert Ramsay was a smooth talking and handsome man and the apparent sincerity of his greeting made the uneducated and underprivileged girl warm with appreciation. A few more words and she was seated on a plush sofa and the distinguished looking man had placed a tall glass in her hand.

"My goodness Rita... it's OK if I call you Rita isn't it? You're so beautiful I'm left speechless. Sam (his personnel manager and unintentional procurer) didn't tell me you were a movie star."

Flattered by the man's fawning obeisance the eighteen year old illegal immigrant flushed with pleasure and took a deep draught from the drink he had handed her.

"Hee hee," she giggled nervously. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm serious Rita. You're truly beautiful." And she was more so than many of the shop girls he'd screwed. He looked at her eyes for a sign that the drug was taking effect and he saw the glassiness developing. Yes! She'd be one of the fast ones, he thought. Maybe he could have her and be home with his wife and daughter before eight.

"Hee hee," the girl giggled again. "Do you really mean it?"

Robert Ramsay moved at once to the sofa beside her, put his arm around her and hefted her heavy breast. "You know I do, Rita. You're a special young woman. I need you working for me... a beautiful woman I can count on to... to take care of me... of my needs," and gently he placed her hand on the bulge in his pants. "Can you be good to me, Rita?"

The girl had no doubt about what her hoped to be boss was asking for. And other than the teaching of her religion, she had little reason to say no. She snuggled closer, pressing her thigh to his. Maybe he'd get her an apartment? And she wouldn't have to work. A feeling of relaxed comfort filled her as the drug took effect.

"Stand up Rita. Show me what you have to offer."

The girl was shocked by her boss's sudden change of tone but her natural deference to authority, her need for the job he might offer and the effects of the alcohol and drugs made her totally submissive and obedient. She rose to her feet and stood nervously before him.

Rita then stood by helplessly while the powerful man literally tore her clothing from her body until she was standing naked before him. Rita was a full figured young woman with very large heavy breasts and wide womanly hips that created a most appetizing sight for the male of the species, but it was her seldom used cunt that was covered with a thick coat of black pubic hair that was her boss was most interested in. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but it was impossible to hide all of her womanly charms while Deacon Ramsay led her to the adjoining bedroom and announced, "The only way for you to come to work for me is for you to surrender totally to my desires! First you must have a shower. You must make yourself completely clean for me."

Ten minutes later she came out of the bathroom showered and clean and still completely naked.

"My, you're beautiful, Rita," and as he spoke Robert snapped three quick photos. The modest girl mad a futile attempt to cover her voluptuous charms which added spice to the pictures.

"Meester Ramsay? Don't take my picture she pleaded but she was too late. Then she shuddered in fear, but offered no resistance when her boss-to-be lifted her upon the big table that was there for business meetings. She didn't notice the camera that was right beside her. He spread her young thighs wide apart. While she'd been fucked a few times none of her assailants had ever done what Ramsay was about to do to her as his mouth covered her hairy vagina and his tongue probed her tight little slit until it came to rest on her tiny bud. Her body shook involuntarily as his tongue worked its way up and down her crack, each time stopping to give her clitoris a special licking. Being young and sexually inexperienced, Rita had an abundance of reserved sexual energy stored up, so it was no surprise that her first orgasm was brutally hard, with her vagina flooding the man's mouth with cunt juice while her pussy convulsed for at least half a minute.

"I think you needed that, my dear," Ramsay said as she lay there panting and her head spinning at just what had occurred. "I need it too but the first load is for your womb." The meaning of his comment was lost on the guileless immigrant. He quickly undressed and the girl shuddered in dismay at the sight of what was to her an enormous cudgel projecting out from his hairy groin. Actually Ramsay's equipment was not abnormally large but the girl had not seen the cocks she'd had inside her and was most familiar with the child-sized cocks of her younger siblings.

He needed to get laid. It was more than two weeks since his last interview and the black haired young Rita looked capable of draining his lust. But right now she was still sprawled on the table; her big thighs spread wide apart, her lower legs dangling from the edge. He sat on the chair next to her and pushed two fingers into her. His fingers easily penetrated her fat cunt, lubricated by his saliva and her own juices. The girl groaned. Her eyes were closed and he wondered if she'd passed out from effects of the drink or the stress of her obviously intense orgasm. Ramsay reached out with his free hand and got the little digital camera. Then, careful to have her face in the picture, he snapped several shots of her finger-penetrated, hairy pussy.

Ramsay fingered his helpless victim for several minutes until her big hips began to move. Then he withdrew his hand and stood between her heavy thighs, pulling her hips close to the edge of the table to facilitate entry. He grasped his swollen penis and brought the throbbing head of his cock to the slit of her hairy vulva. She was so swollen and puffy down there that the head of his cock actually disappeared between her hair-wreathed pussy lips without even entering her vagina. He moved the head of his dick up and down in her hot wet cunt slit. God! She was so warm and soft. Once he was sure that the head of his cock was thoroughly coated with her juices, he placed it against her opening.

Ramsay watched the girl's face as he slowly began to push with his hips. Her face began to register discomfort as her eyes scrunched tightly shut. She couldn't be a virgin could she? Damn though, she was delightfully tight. He continued to push and suddenly the wide flat head of his cock popped into her about an inch. Her mouth flew open and she gasped. He thought he saw her eyes begin to open but she seemed to remain unconscious even through the intrusion into her most private area. He held still as he felt her tight pussy begin to milk him as it tried to adjust to the large presence inside.

This girl was so HOT! Figuratively and literally. Her body temperature must have been over 100 degrees down there. He moved another inch into her. Again she gasped. Her heavy thighs closed around his waist holding him inside. Was she coming to? He could not hold out any longer. He pulled back until the tip of his cock was just inside her and then with one slow smooth motion, he pushed all of his throbbing seven inches into the girl's fat, hairy cunt...