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The curious case of a doctor whose groundbreaking experiment produces an unexpected effect. This story is the property of the author. It may be redistributed, copied and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial entities. Using this material in any commercial publication, including websites, without the express permission of the author, will be followed up with legal action. This fictional story was written for the entertainment of adults and should not be viewed by those under the legal age. This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. --- Jacqueline & Heidi (MF, mc, nc, impreg, rape, slow, snuff, f-solo, viol) by Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]) --- "Doctor Jacqueline Stevenson recording, May 30th, 1995. The hypothesis of my experiment: Use radiological techniques to alter a subject's brain wave oscillations in order to induce a trance state. This procedure has many potential applications, from greater clarity in police interviews, to helping victims of violence to overcome resulting negative psychological effects. With additional work, it may also assist in absorbing knowledge more effectively. This is human trial #1, attempting to create an alternate mental state." The pretty ash blonde woman placed the microphone onto a nearby table, clambered into a customized dentist's chair, and lay back. Her assistant, a dark-haired man of average height, strapped a metal helmet to her head. Wires extruded from the helmet, running up to a hook on the ceiling and then down to a large machine in the back corner of the small room. The man looked uneasy. "Are you sure, Jacqueline? We could run some more mouse trials first." She sighed. "Damnit, Gabe, I'm tired of waiting! The mice responded as expected when we used the machine on them." She was referring to how the mice had forgotten their memorized path through the test maze. "They were perfectly fine afterward. Let's get going." Gabe Utterman secured his boss's arms to the chair using the attached belts and buckles. "At least let me..." "No, Gabe. We don't have FDA approval yet, so this is my choice. Just hand me the control." He placed the plastic remote in her hand and activated the microphone again. "What I'm about to do is of my own volition," she recorded. "I am not being coerced in any way. Dr. Utterman is following my orders to simply observe." Then she gave Gabe a smile and activated the machine. A faint cyclical 'Worb worb worb' sound emanated from the machine. Jacqueline closed her eyes. After a few seconds Gabe spoke: "Jacqueline?" She opened her eyes. "Fuck! It's not working." She thumbed a dial on the remote, but with her hands restrained it was awkward. The faint background sound increased in pitch and intensity. "Shit! Still nothing..." She flicked her thumb and the dial spun wildly, increasing the sound dramatically. She dropped the remote and closed her eyes. Gabe rushed forward. "Jacqueline!" She didn't respond. "No! Shit..." He reached for the remote but it had fallen under the chair. In the small room he had to lie across her slacks-covered legs to try to access it. "Who are you?" Gabe pushed back to regard her. "Jacqueline?" His boss was looking at him curiously. "Your name is Jacqueline? Kinda odd, but okay." "No, it's Gabe." "Gabe," she repeated. Then she looked down at her restrained arms. "Hey, why can't I move?" She strained at the straps. "Let me go!" She seemed angry now. "Jacqueline, stop! You asked me to do this." Gabe didn't know what to do, and now she was flailing her legs so that he couldn't reach the control! She stopped kicking and looked at him. "Please let me go." She looked like she was about to cry. "I will. Just let me grab the control..." He circled around the front of the chair. As he ducked forward to reach the device beneath it, the last thing he saw before the blackness of unconsciousness was the sole of one of her sensible shoes rushing at his face. --- Gabe Utterman woke to a throbbing pain in his chin and head, and the sound of a woman humming. "Ohh...fuck..." He was on the cold tiled floor, and he could see the remote, just a bit beyond his reach. He raised his head, but not so high that the restrained woman could kick him again. "Jacqueline...oww...why did you do that?" She stopped humming and looked down at him. "That's not my name, Gabe." He was confused. "It's not? What's your name?" She thought for a moment. "I don't think I have one. How curious. Everyone should have a name." Then she considered for a moment. "How about Heidi?" "Heidi? Why Heidi?" He was inching along the floor toward the control, trying to keep her distracted by talking. She closed her eyes. "I see names, all in a row...I don't like Anne, or Nancy, but I like Heidi." She opened her eyes again, and Gabe realized that the person in the chair wasn't the woman he had worked with for the last five years. He lunged the last few inches and hit the red failsafe button on the remote. Immediately her head slumped to the side as the background whine faded. He got to his feet. "Jacqueline! Dr. Stevenson!" He felt her neck; there was a strong pulse. Her eyes fluttered open. "Gabe? Damnit, it didn't work!" He looked at her closely. "What's my middle name?" "What?" "My middle name, Jacqueline...what is it?" She looked confused. "How should I know? Oh, wait...it was on your application...I want to say...James?" Gabe let out the breath he'd been holding. "Phew...yeah." He started to unbuckle her hands and then looked up at the clock on the wall. "Oh shit!" She followed his gaze. "The machine was on for an hour-and-a-half? What the hell happened, Gabe?" He finished unbuckling his boss and explained the bizarre encounter. Then they reviewed the digital recorder footage. After Gabe had been knocked out, "Heidi" had yelled and thrashed around for a bit, and then fell into humming some tunes. Jacqueline turned the recording up, concentrating. "That's 'Rubber Ducky', Ernie's song from Sesame Street." Gabe considered. "Not exactly a song you'd hear on the radio these days." He shook his head, then winced. "Ohh..." Jacqueline caught Gabe as he sagged. "Looks like you might have a concussion, Dr. Utterman. Let's get you to a hospital." --- Gabe did indeed have a concussion, and the attending physician sent him home for the rest of the week. This did not please Jacqueline, but it had been her foot that had injured him, so she couldn't complain. She returned to the lab and looked at the chair and equipment. The bonds were only there to keep her from hurting herself in case she had an epileptic fit, but she had been in the chair for well over an hour with no ill effects... She climbed into the chair again, but didn't fasten the helmet on this time. If she moved forward or thrashed her head then it would slip off and she'd be out of the wave field and back to herself. She had to figure out what was going on. She reached over, grabbed her pad and pen, and wrote, 'Hello, I am Jacqueline.' Then she activated the machine and ducked under the helmet. Suddenly she was sitting up. The machine was still thrumming but the helmet had fallen away. She looked down at the pad. No additional writing. She wrote, 'Please write what you want to say to me' and then ducked under the helmet again. Again, she found herself sitting up without the helmet. There was additional writing on the pad, and the handwriting was similar to her own, but there were noticeable differences: 'I'm Heidi. How the fuck are you doing this?' Using this bizarre note-passing method, going in and out of the wave field, a conversation formed. Jacqueline wrote down a layman's version of her theory. 'Bullshit,' Heidi responded. 'Then how do you explain this?' asked the doctor. Then there was no response when she came back out of the field. She went back in, but when she came out again her arm hurt. She found four gouged lines along her forearm, which matched the blood under her other arm's fingernails. She turned the machine off. "Well, that's enough of that." After treating the scratches, she went home. --- She woke in the morning extremely tired, her muscles aching. "Ohh..." she groaned. She had been neglecting her exercises, concentrating instead on work, and this was the result. "Heidi" must have really been working at getting loose of the restraints the previous day. She tied her hair back, donned her cardio outfit, and admired herself in the mirror. The tight yoga pants showed the ass of a thirtysomething woman that at one point you could have bounced a quarter off of, but not so much anymore. Still attractive, though. Her sleeveless t-shirt showed off nice, round boobs that she felt actually looked more attractive than when she had been more fit. She decided she'd do some leg and butt work. After she exercised, showered, and dressed, she left for work. The next door neighbor's apartment door opened and the Russian lady who lived there gave her a smile and wave before she closed it again. Weird, Jacqueline thought. She had never even talked with the woman before. --- The previous night: As Jacqueline entered her apartment building she could hear the next door neighbors screaming at each other in Russian again. When she got to her own doorway, the neighbors' door flew open and the wife burst out, crying. She ran past Jacqueline on her way to the stairwell, the skin around her eye red and swelling up. Her husband, tall, dark, and definitely not handsome, ran after her, his hands balled into fists. His intentions were clear. Jacqueline didn't even think about it; she stepped in front of him. The man barely looked down at her before he backhanded her out of the way. "Oh, you shouldn't have done that, big man." The husband paused, confused, and turned back to the woman he had struck. She was rubbing her face where he had hit her, and her eyes... "What--?" he managed to get out before the blonde pushed herself off of the wall with her foot and rammed her fist into his throat. "Ukghhh!" The man grabbed at his neck, unable to breathe. He tottered at the edge of the stairwell. Her kick took out his stair-side knee. Unable to hold the 200-plus pounds of Russian beef, it buckled and he fell. After the sound of several sickening impacts, he came to rest on the landing, his eyes staring at his wife, now his widow, watching from a few steps further down, while the rest of his body was twisted around the opposite way. The newly widowed woman looked up at her savior. "I take care of this. You go!" she hissed. Heidi nodded and picked up the purse and set of keys that had fallen to the floor. She unlocked Jacqueline's door and went inside. "Very nice..." she commented as she locked the door behind. It was an open concept studio apartment. While it was fairly sparse, Jacqueline had made an attempt to make it look "homey". The first thing she did was have a look at herself in the bedroom's full length mirror. Older than she remembered, though she didn't know how she remembered a younger version of herself, or this "Jacqueline" person, for that matter. She undressed and examined "the goods". Not bad, she thought, though she'd have to work on that ass before it got away from her. She looked at the scratches she had left on Jacqueline's arm. She didn't even feel them. She had also barely felt the slap earlier, and her face felt fine now, though in the mirror she could see a fading red mark where the big man had hit her. She remained naked as she investigated the rest of Jacqueline's things. She found some notes on the experiment that had brought Heidi to...life? Back to life? She definitely remembered things from before today -- flashes, impressions -- but she couldn't understand much of what was in the notes. How long would she remain like this? she wondered. In the lab it seemed that she could only "exist" while the helmet was on her head. The neighbor's attack had somehow caused her to surface again, and Jacqueline was nowhere to be found. She had an urge to just run away, to get the hell out of town, but no, she wasn't going to run away again. Again? Had she run away before? She didn't know. She found some leftover sushi in the fridge and devoured it. She liked eating. That would be unfortunate for her ass if she didn't keep a handle on it, she realized. There was a knock at the door. When she opened it a crack she saw a male police officer standing there. "Evenin', ma'am. May I speak to you about the incident?" "Incident?" He looked over toward the stairwell and back, confused. "You didn't hear the screaming and thumping?" She looked the cop up and down. Young, probably a rookie or not long since, in pretty good shape. "I hear screaming all the damn time from the neighbors," she nodded toward their door. "Thumping too. I tune it out." He nodded slowly. "Well, there's been a death. UM!" She had opened the door wide, revealing her nakedness. "That asshole finally kill his wife?" she asked, unconcerned. "Hope you fry him for that." The cop, bless him, was looking above her head now. "Ma'am, you might wanna put a robe on or somethin'." He waited, but she stayed where she was. He continued, "And no, it was the husband who died, fallin' down the steps here." She smirked sexily at the officer, whose voice seemed to be showing some Southern twang now that he was flustered. "Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. Do you want to come inside?" At the suggestively worded question, his eyes couldn't help but scan her sexy body before looking away again. "Um, no ma'am! If you say you didn't see nuthin' then that's fine. Can I just get some ID, though?" She turned to the purse she had dropped just inside the door and bent down to rifle through it, showing off her bubbly butt to the cop, who gave a little "Eep!" at the sight. Then she turned back and handed him Jacqueline's driver's license. He wrote the information down and handed it back, struggling not to look below her eye level. "Thanks, ma'am. You have a good evenin'." Then he turned away, trying to hide an obvious erection as she closed the door. She watched some Xena: Warrior Princess on TV and then felt tired. She brushed her teeth and slipped into the luxurious queen bed. While she lay there, her hand snaked down between her legs. The action from earlier had left her feeling antsy. She thought about the cute policeman, one of only three men she had seen in a long time, other than Gabe and "Mr. Neck-twist-ov", and thought about the cop taking her from behind. "Oh, yeah..." she moaned, dipping a manicured finger inside her pussy as her thumb stimulated her clitoris. Soon she reached her release, cumming hard on two fingers as she arched her back, gasping. Her breathing slowed, and then she fell asleep. --- Jacqueline was blocked in her research. She worked alone with Gabe, and needed him to secure her hands so that her alter ego wouldn't damage her body again, since Heidi wasn't going to be forthcoming otherwise. She reviewed her notes. The mice hadn't shown alternate personalities, but of course if they had, how would you tell? They were mice, and couldn't talk. The experiment had shown that they couldn't access their memories while being affected by the wave field, which wasn't what she was ultimately trying to achieve. She thought about people who got incredibly drunk and blacked out, or were given rohypnol, "roofies" in the more common parlance...was this more like that? An altered mental state due to the broadcast wave forms instead of through chemical means? "Great, I've invented a date rape machine." She sighed and dropped her head into her hands. --- After work she headed home again. Not finding the sushi she thought she had left in the fridge, and feeling restless after changing out of her lab clothes, she decided to head down to the local pizza place for a slice or two. As she walked along the sidewalk she kept her eyes down. The city was full of people that you just didn't know how they were going to respond these days. Crime was up, taxes were up, health care costs were up, and people that would normally have been kept in mental institutions were put out on the street due to budget cuts. The world was going to hell. An unkempt man quickly strode out of an alley and bumped into her. "Oh!" she exclaimed as she recoiled. "Watch where you're going, bitch," the man uttered as he continued up the sidewalk. "You talking to yourself?" the woman called out after him. He turned back. "What?" "Bitch," she said, pointing at him, "watch where you're going." He stomped back up to her. "You..." Then he looked into her eyes. "Um..." He suddenly felt afraid of this little woman. "Sorry, lady." Then he turned and walked very quickly away, not looking back. Heidi didn't remember leaving the apartment, having just suddenly found herself angry and on the sidewalk. She was hungry, though. She spotted a bar up the street offering Wing Night and went in. It was definitely a "rough and tumble" looking place, with even the older patrons looking like they used to be Hell's Angels back in the day. She found a booth, sat down, and perused the stained menu. A waitress who dressed for the body she had lost 20 years ago approached. "What can I get'cha, hon?" "Wings, every flavor, and lots of 'em," Heidi replied. "And beer, whatever's on tap." The woman nodded and headed to the back. Heidi looked down at her own button-up shirt, shook her head, and undid the top 2 buttons. Much better! Let the girls out to play. After filling her belly, Heidi sat back and sighed. Clearly she wasn't going to stay in charge of this body, but how long would it last before Jacqueline took it back? When she fell asleep, like last time? She looked over at the pool tables. Might as well enjoy myself while I can, she thought. One man was clearly "sharking" the competition, a ruggedly handsome dark-haired guy she guessed was about thirty. Heidi noticed that he purposely flubbed a couple of his shots against her so she won the first game for $5. "Double or nothin'?" he asked as he flashed his flashy smile at her. "Why don't we make it more interesting?" she asked. After she beat him for the fourth straight game, "Stu the Shark" shook his head. "Can't fuckin' believe it..." he murmured. "So what's my tally?" "Really big," she replied, moving up and grabbing his package through his tight jeans. "Just like this. Give me what I want and we'll call it even." --- Stu's apartment door burst open as he and Heidi, practically stuck to each other at the lips and hips, barely kicked it closed behind them. Clothes flew in every direction before they ended up on Stu's bed, he on his back and Heidi already lining up his hard cock with her very wet pussy. "Condom?" Stu asked, but Heidi answered by sinking halfway down his thin seven incher. "Okay, guess we're not doin' that." Then he grabbed her hips to help get himself all the way inside her. As he bottomed out, she shook in her first orgasm. "Fuucckkk..." she moaned. Stu looked up at her beautiful face, and then down at her gorgeous round boobs. "Goddamn..." he said, lifting his head up to suck on one of her nipples. "Mmm..." she purred, and started to ride him. When her nipples got too sensitive she pushed him back, grabbed his hands, and held them down on the bed as she fucked his cock. She leaned forward and took his lower lip in her teeth, gently biting it. "Aah! Shit...you are so fucking hot, Heidi..." She stopped bouncing and rotated her hips, grinding the root of his cock and swirling the shaft around inside her. "Oohh..." Then she started to ram her hips up and down again. "Oh fuck...gonna cum," he moaned. She didn't stop. "You gonna pull off?" Heidi redoubled her movements. "This is my first time, so you better fuckin' fill me right up, stud. Uhhh...yeeahhh..." "Unnhh! Unhh!" Stu thrust his hips up into the wanton woman as he blasted her insides with his cum. "Ohh...ouhh..." Heidi gasped as she felt her unused pussy being inundated with Stu's hot seed, and came again. Then she collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. "You are amazing," Stu said. She climbed off of him, watching his cock retreat like a turtle into its shell. "Oh, we're not done yet," she said before she took his spermy cock into her mouth. As he felt his cock revive, Stu asked, "You said first time...you're a virgin?" Her lips smacked as she pulled her mouth off of his cock, which was now ready again. "Long story," she shrugged and clambered into a reverse cowgirl position. After Stu deposited two more loads of cum inside her, Heidi finally left Stu sleeping, exhausted, though not before she left him a note with very specific instructions. Feeling his seed squish about inside her, she headed back to Jacqueline's place. --- Jacqueline woke in the morning. "Ohh..." she groaned at the soreness in her vagina. Pushing back the blankets, she found her vibrator between her legs, crusty with her juices, its batteries dead due to it being left on. Well, no wonder I'm sore, she thought, thinking back to the last time she had used the plastic cock. It had literally been months. She struggled to remember the previous night. She had walked to get some pizza. She was pretty sure that she had eaten. Nothing else. She shook her head. "I'm working too hard." She exercised, puttered around the apartment for a while, ordered some Chinese takeout, watched TV, and finally went back to bed. As she stretched her extremities under the soft sheets she thought about her vibrator, untouched for so long before last night. What had prompted her to use it? She considered grabbing it again, but then remembered that she was out of batteries. Finally, she fell asleep. --- Ring! Ring! Jacqueline woke up. Who the hell was calling her in the middle of the night? Well, it could be Gabe, she thought, and picked up the phone. "Hello?" A man started screaming obscenities at her, threatening her life... "Thanks, lover," Heidi said into the receiver. "That really gets me going. Same time tomorrow night." And then she hung up. She hadn't been sure it would work without being slapped or bumped like the other times she had emerged without the helmet, but it seemed that all it took was a fright. "The night shift is mine, bitch," she said to the absent Jacqueline. Heidi dressed in Jacqueline's jogging outfit and went out. No time like the present to get this ass under control, especially if I want to eat whatever I want, she thought to herself. She wasn't familiar with the area, but made sure to keep her bearings as she went down one street, up another, and down a park trail, before finally ending up in a cul-de-sac. She saw a dark footpath leading from the edge of the closed-off street to...where? She was going to find out. She emerged from the path to find herself in a trainyard. "You lost, lady?" She turned to find two rough-looking men blocking off the way she had come. "Nope!" she responded genially. "Just exploring." The men stepped forward. "Dangerous out at night," the taller one said, "you maybe want some company?" She smiled. "Sure, if you think you can keep up." Then she took off running deeper into the yard. "Hey! Goddamnit..." She heard the sound of pursuit as their feet crunched the gravel behind her. She had a good head start. The men rounded the corner of an empty boxcar. The woman was nowhere to be seen. "You go that way," the taller man said to his companion, pointing toward a nearby warehouse. He then headed toward a second boxcar, this one with both of its sliding doors open. He heard the sound of something shifting from the boxcar and smiled. His buddy was too far away to signal now, but he could handle a small woman by himself. He'd have some fun with her before his companion rejoined. "Ha!" he grunted as he jumped into the boxcar. He pulled out a small flashlight to find...nothing. Heidi, on the roof, grabbed the edge of it, twisted, and swung down, her feet smashing into the would-be rapist's back. The impact knocked the wind from his lungs and him from the boxcar. He landed face first, the gravel of the yard lacerating his flesh. He took a whooping breath, trying to replace the air, but it was again crushed out of his lungs as Heidi landed hard on his back. There was the sickening sound of cracking bone. The other man had come up empty, and headed back to where he had last seen his friend. He could hear a train coming. He searched, but neither his buddy nor the woman could be found. Finally, as the train approached and its light shone onto the track ahead of it, he could see the slight figure of the woman there, pulling something large and man-shaped. "Shit!" he hissed, and ran toward her. Once she saw him she ran in the opposite direction. He sprinted harder toward his friend, unmoving on the tracks. He had to make it! He had to! He... ...couldn't. The train went over his friend as if he hadn't even been there. A severed arm tumbled to the ground a few feet away as he stopped running and fell to his knees. "Aw, shit..." As the man gulped for air from his mad dash, the train finally passed, revealing the woman, standing on the other side of the tracks, looking at him intently. "Fuck..." he groaned, scrambling to get to his feet and losing his balance on the gravel. Then she was upon him, grabbing his head and smashing it back into the ground. He saw stars. She did it again and he couldn't think, his eyes rolling up into his head. "Looks like the train driver was asleep at the wheel; didn't even slow down," she commented. "Let's see what we have here..." He could hear her through the haze of pain and shock. He felt her unfasten his belt and pull down his pants. "You know, Willy -- I'm gonna call you Willy -- Willy, I was hoping for better. Hope you're a grower and not a show-er..." Then he felt her hand on his penis, stroking it. Despite his dazed state, it responded. "Ah, there we go..." Then she was straddling him, and he felt his cock enter something warm...her pussy? She was...raping him? But they were going to rape her! His head lolled, and he saw her riding him, a shapely shadow framed from behind by the glow of one of the trainyard's tall light poles. Soon she was ramming her hips down hard onto his fully engorged cock. "Yeah...yeah...almost..." she gasped, and grabbed his chin and hair in an insanely strong grip. "YEAHHH..." she cried out, twisting the man's head and cleanly snapping his neck as she orgasmed. The man ejaculated deep inside Heidi in his death throes, though he never felt it, his brain having been completely cut off from his body by the internal decapitation. "Ohhh..." Heidi moaned as she felt the dead man fill her pussy with hot sperm. When she recovered from her orgasm she patted the man's cheek. "Thanks Willy. What a great workout," she told his unseeing eyes as they gazed off into the distance the train had receded into. --- Heidi hid the little money her victims had on them in an envelope in the back of what seemed to be the least-used drawer in Jacqueline's desk. She didn't want Jacqueline to notice money missing from her wallet if Heidi decided that she wanted to go get a bite to eat or something. She washed and dried her jogging clothes while trying to watch some TV, but that late at night there were only infomercials or test pattern. She really had to figure out a way to come out during the day, but how could she hide it from Jacqueline? It was a conundrum. --- The next night at 2 AM, Jacqueline got another phone call. Once again, she answered it. "See you soon, Stu," Heidi said as she hung up the phone. It seemed that Jacqueline wasn't remembering Heidi's emergence triggers, so the phone calls were going to work fine as long as she kept Stu happy enough to keep those going. And he was definitely happy as Heidi rode his cock to another shattering mutual orgasm. He noticed that she always wanted to be in control, fucking him from on top and never letting him take her from behind. That was fine by him...he could lay back and let her do all the work. After a few hours of hot sex and three more loads of his cum inside her, she left, declining to stay the night. He wondered if he was just a side piece, and then wondered why he cared. Hot sex and none of the responsibility? Heidi was a dream girlfriend! --- Heidi considered her recent adventures as she walked home. She had snapped a grown man's neck with her bare hands, and outshot a pool shark...how was she so physically adept? She theorized that due to her limited existence and the consequent lack of distractions that most everyone else in the world experienced, she could focus her mind and body more sharply than the average person, kind of like a child prodigy who dedicated all of their brain power to learning a skill. She blinked. Had she thought that? That seemed more like Jacqueline. She shook her head. How did she know what Jacqueline thought like? --- On Monday, Jacqueline went back into the office to find Gabe waiting for her in the lab. She explained her solo attempt to get info out of Heidi. He looked at her, exasperated. "Jacqueline, that was really dangerous! Please tell me you won't try anything like that ever again." She nodded. "Okay, strap me in and we'll see what you can get out of her." Gabe knew better than to argue. After she was secure, he held out the remote control so she could press the activation button, and then Heidi was looking at him. "Oh, it's you again." "Yep, me again." He moved forward, making sure not to get too close. "You mentioned some names: Anne, Nancy, Heidi...what more can you tell me about them?" Gabe watched her carefully. "Gabe..." she smiled at him. "Why not unbuckle me? We can have some...fun." With that, she licked and then nibbled on her lips, looking at him demurely. Most men would be turned on by such a sight, but Gabe was not most men. "Well, if I had any doubts that you weren't a completely different person from Jacqueline, that put it to rest," he said. "I'm gay, darlin', and she knows it." "Oh," Heidi replied, disappointed. They sat there for some minutes, Gabe waiting patiently. Finally, Heidi harrumphed. "Hmp, fine. Those names were on books on my shelf." "What can you tell me about the shelf, or the room it was in?" She closed her eyes and thought for a moment. "I remember a mural of puppets -- no, Sesame Street characters -- a small record player in a wooden box, and some stuffed animals. It had a beige carpet and a fluffy pink bed. And then..." She stopped. "And then...?" Gabe prompted. Heidi had opened her eyes again and was looking into the distance. "Well," she stated flatly, "that explains some things." "What did you remember, Heidi?" She closed her eyes and sat back. "I'm bored with this game. Get me out of this stupid contraption, Gabe." Gabe tried to get her to reveal anything else, but she just started humming "Rubber Ducky" over and over. Finally, he deactivated the machine. Back to herself, Jacqueline reviewed the recording and thought for a moment. "I loved Sesame Street when I was young. Back then I had a bookshelf in my room. It had Anne of Green Gables, Nancy Drew, and Heidi, among others." Gabe nodded. "Anne...Nancy...Heidi. But I wasn't talking to a child, Jacqueline. Other than the personality change, she spoke like an adult." Jacqueline rubbed her temples. "Maybe she can only access some of my memories. You said she didn't remember you, but she didn't have a child's mind, so...what? What is she?" Neither of them knew. As Gabe went back to his desk he caught himself humming "Rubber Ducky". That damn song was stuck in his head for the rest of the day. --- After her nightly "wakeup call", Heidi went through Jacqueline's desk. Finally, she found what she had been looking for: a letter with a return address for someone she was dying to speak to. She called Stu. "Road trip, stud. Meet you outside the bar in half an hour." Soon they were driving out of the city. Once they were on the highway, with no curves in sight, Heidi had Stu teach her how to drive his old Chevy convertible and then he sacked out in the back seat while she drove. --- "Stu, you take over now." He woke to find the car pulled over at the side of the road and Heidi joining him in the back seat. The sun was coming out. When she saw the look in his eyes and the growing package in his pants she said, "Well, in a bit. Let's take care of that 'morning wood'." --- "What's...what's happening?" Stu had been driving for a few hours and looked back to find what he thought was Heidi waking up, confused. He quickly pulled over. She was looking at him now, her eyes full of fear. "Who are you?" SLAP! He had given her a full swing with his open palm across her face, just like she had asked. His was not to question why... She smiled at him. "Nice..." she said, rubbing at her reddening cheek. "Why don't you get back here and wake me up with that cock?" --- Robert Stevenson was puttering with the house wiring in his basement. His new toaster had broken a circuit, and so he was upgrading the breaker to handle the increased amperage. Then he heard something upstairs. He lived alone. "Goddamnit..." he murmured to himself as he crept up the stairs. He grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen and tiptoed into the living room. His daughter was sitting in his favorite chair. "Jacqueline?" he called out, confused. "Hi Daddy." Then she noticed the knife. "Oh, getting ready to poke me with something else you shouldn't?" He stepped back. "What?" She stood up and walked toward him, very unlike how he remembered his daughter; she seemed like a cat stalking its prey. She stopped in front of him and looked down at the knife. "Well?" He put it down on a nearby shelf. "What do you want?" he asked, dour. She looked at him intensely for a minute. He felt his back prickle as he started to sweat. "Just to tell you that I forgive you, Daddy. Without your...inappropriate behavior with me so many years ago, I wouldn't be the woman I am now." She moved forward and gave him a hug. He stood there, uncertain. "Um, okay, then...?" She stepped back. "Bye, Daddy." Then she strode out the front door and closed it behind her. Robert shook his head. After a moment he returned the knife to the kitchen and walked back to the basement door. "Changed my mind!" He felt a kick, square in his back, and heard a crunching sound. Then he was tumbling down the stairs, unable to stop. More cracks and crunches and pain. Finally, as he landed on the concrete, his arm produced the final snap as it fractured. "AaaAAHH!!" Thump! Thump! Thump! He could hear his daughter slowly descending the steps behind him. He tried to move, but his legs weren't responding and his arm was screaming pain into his head. She moved over to the switchbox. "Oh, electricity...so powerful, and yet so dangerous." She grabbed two cables and ripped them free. The lights went out. Sparks flew as she lightly touched both cables together a couple of times. Then she touched them together against the wood of the wall. After a few seconds it started to smoke, and soon caught fire. "Jacq--Jacqueline," he gasped. She looked at him. "That's not my name. You don't even deserve to know it." She dropped the cables and walked back over to him, the flame dancing up the wall behind her covering her face in shadow. She considered him. "No legs and one good arm. You still might make it up the stairs." Then she stomped down on his other forearm and he felt that bone snap as well. "Aaahhh!!" He collapsed forward, spent. She turned her back, went up the stairs, and closed the basement door behind her. She and Stu watched the house from a distance as it burned. He handed her a box of Milk Duds. "You okay?" he asked. "Oh yeah," she replied through a mouth full of chocolate and caramel. --- Jacqueline woke up to a huge pain in her head. "Oh!" She opened her eyes to see that she was on the floor of her apartment. She took stock of her body. Her sweat pants were wet; she had peed herself! She stumbled to the bathroom and found a cut surrounded by a nasty bruise on the side of her temple. Hobbling back to where she had woken up, she found some dried blood on the edge of her coffee table. Her phone rang and she answered. "Hello?" she groaned. "Jacqueline! Thank God...where have you been?" It was Gabe. "Knocked myself out on my coffee table, Gabe. Going to the hospital now." "You've been unconscious all day?" Her blood went cold. "All...day? What time is it?" "Almost 6 PM. You never came to work...I've been calling for hours. Even went to your building at lunch, but there was no answer on the intercom either. Damnit, I should have gotten the building manager to open the door!" "Not your fault, Gabe. I'll call you after I've had this looked at." Then she hung up the receiver. --- The hospital discharged her after a day of observation to make sure she didn't lose consciousness again. In the meantime she had called Gabe to let him know she'd be taking the rest of the week off. However, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Did she pass out as a side effect of using the helmet? They had kept an eye on the mice after using the wave field on them, but could you really tell if a mouse had passed out versus just falling asleep? --- She got home to find a voice message from the coroner from her old home town. When she called them back, they explained that her father had perished in a fire that had destroyed her childhood home. As near as they could tell, her father had been working on the house's electrical system and might have accidentally started it himself, and then had fallen down the basement stairs while trying to escape. His will left everything to her, his only child, but without the house there wasn't anything but the insurance settlement. She thanked them, hung up, and cried. --- Stu's calls brought Heidi out to play every night. Jacqueline kept trying to determine Heidi's origins, but the woman just wasn't cooperating. Then an unexpected development occurred and everything changed. --- Heidi opened her eyes. She was sitting in the lab chair again, and Gabe was there. When had he had time to grow that beard? she wondered. Then she realized that something else was different. She looked down at her distended belly. She was pregnant, and very well along! Also, both her arms and legs were restrained this time. "What is this?!" she yelled. "How long has it been?" "Since you last took over Jacqueline's body? About seven months, when she started throwing up, had herself tested, and realized that you'd been getting out on your own. Did you even use a condom? How many men did you have sex with?" "None of your fucking business, Gabe," she spat. "How did she keep me down?" He held up a halo-like object with circuitry running along it. "We created a smaller, less powerful version of the wave field machine and made some adjustments. When this detected the waveform that we've been using to bring you out, it generated an inverse wave to cancel it. Who was the guy screaming obscenities on the phone, Heidi? That the father?" She smiled at him. "Maybe." Most likely, though there had been Willy, she mused. Then she noticed a spent syringe on the table. "What did you inject me with, Gabe?" He looked at it. "Something to speed the birth along. Should be taking effect pretty quick." Then she felt it: her abdominal muscles spasmed and she gritted her teeth in discomfort. After about 30 seconds it calmed down. She was left breathing heavily. Gabe wrote something on his clipboard. "You seem to have a lesser pain response. Jacqueline was screaming and barely coherent during the last contraction. She has a message for you: 'Since this pregnancy is your fault, Heidi, it'll be your responsibility to carry it through.' You are going to birth this baby." Heidi screamed, but not in pain. --- In the end, Doctor Jacqueline Stevenson closed down her experiment and gave Heidi's baby boy to Gabe to raise with his partner. Then she left town, never to return. One day, 16 years later, Gabe received a package that contained the halo and a USB drive with all of Dr. Stevenson's notes about the experiment. He didn't know what it meant...was Jacqueline dead? Did Heidi finally take over? He hid the devices away, but nothing stays hidden forever. But that is another story. --- Krosis' home on the web: http://www.asstr.org/~krosis Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective ([email protected])

Both a prequel and a sequel of Interview With the Esper. This story is the property of the author. It may be redistributed, copied and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial entities. Using this material in any commercial publication, including websites, without the express permission of the author, will be followed up with legal action. This fictional story was written for the entertainment of adults and should not be viewed by those under the legal age. This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. --- The Esper Jake (mF, MF, Mm, mf, 1st, anal, caution, inc, interr, lac, mc, oral, impreg) by Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]) --- Then: "Go jump off a bridge!" 15-year-old Jake watched the anger drain from his father's face as the older man's brain absorbed what his son had just yelled at him. He looked confused for a moment, and then turned and exited through the front door, closing it behind him. Jake had been so angry. Now, decades later, he couldn't even remember what the argument had been about, but the deed was done. Jake had never seen his dad look like that before. He wouldn't actually...? No, of course not, he told himself...the man was an executive at a successful advertising firm, with a beautiful wife and A-level student son. He had everything to live for! --- The police called a couple of hours later, after Jake's mom got home. The cops wouldn't tell them why they were asking about his dad but Jake had a sick feeling in his gut. Officers in a patrol car arrived shortly thereafter to tell them what had happened. There were no bridges near their house so Jake's dad had traveled miles on foot to a highway overpass and, according to eyewitnesses, didn't even pause as he clambered up onto the railing and jumped off. Later, the news explained everything in gory detail. His dad had only broken his legs on impact but an SUV, unable to slow or swerve away from the sudden, unexpected obstacle, had finished the job, dashing the poor man's brains onto the asphalt. --- Jake experienced headaches for days afterward. He thought it was because he felt guilty...he had told his dad to jump off a bridge and the man had done exactly that! Jake would occasionally have periods of relief from the pain in his head but couldn't figure out why. --- They buried his dad a few days later, closed casket. Jake sat in the corner during the wake, his head in his hands. It hurt so much! "Jake?" His mother and grandparents were there in front of him. He couldn't stand it. "Please leave me alone," he ordered them. His family turned and left and instantly his head felt better. Yes, that's what he needed, he realized, to be away from everyone. There were too many people in the house. He got up and stepped out onto the patio. His nose was instantly assaulted by the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. His cousin Sandra, eighteen, was at the far end of the patio, smoking a cancer stick. "Hey squirt," she said, looking sad. "Anything I can do for you?" Jake was feeling quite self-destructive by this point. "Can I have one of those?" Sandra paused for a moment but then pulled the pack from her purse and offered him a cigarette. Surprised, Jake took it and put the filter end in his mouth. 'I guess people let you get away with some things when your dad dies,' Jake thought. Sandra stepped close and flicked her lighter. Jake sucked on the cig as it lit and smoke barreled into his lungs. He started coughing and choking. Sandra whacked him on the back a couple of times. "Better out than in!" she proclaimed, smirking. Jake looked at his older cousin. He could smell her perfume. He had always had a crush on the curly redheaded young woman, even though she was family. How much could he get away with? "Um, can I have a hug?" "Sure, squirt," she said, and enveloped him with her arms. He put his arms around her as well. 'Damn!' he thought to himself, 'I really wish I could kiss her!' Sandra moved her head back to look at him for a moment, and then brought her lips to his. Jake felt like an electric current was running through him. His first kiss was with his gorgeous cousin! Recovering from his initial thought, he returned her kiss and her tongue snaked into his mouth. This was so rad! Suddenly the patio door opened and Jake pulled back instinctively, breaking contact. His Uncle Brad stepped onto the patio, cigarette pack in hand. He turned, surprised to find them there. "Jake! How are you doing, buddy? Oh, Sandy, you gave him one of those? He's not old enough." Sandra jutted her chin out. "He asked, and I wasn't about to say no today, Daddy." Uncle Brad considered this as he lit his own cigarette. Suck...puff... "Hm, no, I guess not, but that's the only one, okay Jakey?" Jake nodded and did his best to finish his cigarette but it made him feel sick to his stomach so he had to rush to the toilet. People smoked that crap to relax? he wondered as he puked his guts out. After exiting the bathroom he found that Uncle Brad and his family had left. He hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to Sandra. Would she kiss him the next time they met, or was that a one-time thing because he was bereaved? His mom seemed to be giving him space, as he'd asked. 'Thank Heaven for small mercies,' his dad used to say. Thinking about his dad made him start to cry. --- At school, Randy Bowles, Jake's tormentor since middle school, went right at it. "Hey, Jake, I hear your dad went and killed himself." Jake kept moving down the school hallway. He had learned that it was best not to engage the larger kid. Finally he reached his locker, but Randy wasn't about to give up. "Makes you a bastard now, right?" Jake felt his face flush. "Go fuck yourself, Randy!" The burly boy paused to think. "Is that even possible?" "What?" Jake certainly didn't expect a conversation by this point. His hands were balled up into fists, ready to fight. Randy stood there, thinking. "I don't think it's long enough." "What?" Jake repeated, incredibly confused. "Just...go away, Randy." Randy turned and walked away. Shaking his head, Jake was pleasantly surprised to find that his headache had gone away. Adrenaline? He wondered. --- Now: Jake woke up but couldn't open his eyes. He could hear beeping, like machines in a hospital. Yes, that was exactly what it was! Why was he in hospital, and why couldn't he move? He listened intently. Was anybody there? Anybody? --- Then: Jake wasn't a social boy at the best of times. Losing his dad in such a bizarre way made the only child even more isolated. His mother continued to leave him to his own devices. Up to a point it was good, but after a few weeks he started to feel incredibly alone. He went up to the living room. His mom was watching TV. "Mom?" Instantly his mom got up and left the room, brushing by him on the way. "Mom!" He followed her into the kitchen. Again she tried to leave the room. He got in her way. "Mom, stop." She did. "Why are you trying to run away from me?" "You asked me to leave you alone," she replied, uncertainly. "Oh! Well, you don't have to do that anymore. It's been a few weeks now." His mom visibly relaxed. "Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry." She hugged her son, both of them crying. "No, Mom, I'm sorry." But he could never tell her how sorry he really was, that he felt responsible for his dad's death, even though the idea seemed absurd to him. --- Now: Jake felt the air shift as someone moved by him. He still couldn't see, move, or speak. Then he felt his bed sheet being removed, shortly followed by his hospital gown. What was going on? Then he felt hands try to roll him onto his side. Physical contact! With that he didn't need to talk. *Tell me what my diagnosis is.* He pushed that thought into the mind of whoever was touching him. The hands paused and then moved away. Papers rustled. A female voice spoke, "Glioblastoma multiforme, inoperable...diagnosis terminal within a few weeks." The hands moved back to rolling him to his side. *What the fuck is glioblas-whatever-form? Tell me.* This time the hands continued rolling him on his side. "Brain cancer," she said. Brain cancer! Fuck! And terminal! What could he do? Now that he was on his side he felt a wet sponge being applied to his back, but whoever was doing this still had a hand on him. *Tell me if there's anything anyone can do, even if it would cost billions of dollars.* "Even the richest of men wouldn't be able to recover from this." No no no! It can't end like this! Jake raged. --- Then: Months passed. Jake's only friend at this point was his mother, but even that was a source of pain for him. "Mom, why don't you go out with your friends anymore?" he asked her one day. She muted the TV and turned to him. "Oh, Jake, I just can't. Going out to have fun just feels like it would dishonor your father's memory." Jake nodded. He wasn't happy but maybe over time she would start to smile again? --- Now: The person washing Jake rolled him back and started to sponge his front. He felt his cock start to harden as she washed him down there. "Oh, a little more aware today? That hasn't happened before," the female voice said. She sounded attractive. Now that he was on his back again the woman wasn't touching him anymore except with the sponge. Then he felt her lift his ballsack to scrub under there...contact! *Get us some privacy and then touch me again.* She moved away and he heard a door close, followed by a curtain being drawn. Then she returned to touching his ballsack. *Who are you? Describe yourself.* "Anna, a nurse. Average height, average build, brown hair." *Pretty?* "My husband thinks so." *Good enough. The sight of my cock turns you on. You need to ride it.* "I don't have a condom." *You don't need one.* After a few seconds, presumably to remove her scrub pants, he felt her clamber on top of him. She grasped his member and he felt warm, wet flesh surround the head. Then the warmth extended down the shaft. "Unhh..." Anna groaned. She rose up a little and then pushed back down. Jake's cock was now fully embedded in the nurse's hot pussy. She began to ride him. He wished he could open his eyes! Anna slowed down and he felt her fingers on his eyelids. She pried one open and he saw her, bouncing up and down on his cock. She was indeed pretty, probably in her mid to late thirties. His eye was drying out so he had her let go and concentrate on what she was doing. She picked up the pace, slamming her pussy down on his hard cock. "I can't believe I'm doing this...unhh..." she moaned, "...so wrong..." Then he felt her pussy tighten as she came on his cock. He didn't know how long he'd been bedridden but his balls were full of potent sperm. He felt his release come upon him and it felt amazing...then he was spurting dangerous cum deep inside the orgasming nurse's unprotected baby factory. As she lay upon him, panting, he transmitted to her, *You will make sure to touch me for at least a minute once a day when you're on shift. Also, you loved this but won't tell anyone what happened.* He felt her mind accept the commands. Now that he was more relaxed, he had some thinking to do. --- Then: Jake hadn't noticed how those few people he spoke with tended to be very agreeable. During sports when he yelled for someone to pass him the ball they always did, even though he rarely scored. 'They're just being nice to the poor bastard,' he told himself. --- Now: "Well, Mr. Doe, I see that your brain activity is way up. Unfortunately, I'm sorry to say that you'll never fully wake up with that tumor in your head." This was a man's voice. He sounded young for a doctor. Jake felt a touch. Anna! *Ask the man to touch me.* "Doctor, feel the patient's forehead, please." When he made contact Jake asked the man to identify himself. This was Doctor David Mattrel, a third year resident in his mid-thirties. Anna lifted Jake's eyelids so he could see that Dr. Mattrel was a handsome guy, in good shape. Jake had an idea. --- Then: Finally, on the first anniversary of his dad's death he approached his mother again about going out with her friends. When she gave him the same excuse as before he blew up: "Mom, you have to move on and forget Dad! You need to have a life for yourself!" His Mom paused, blinked a couple of times, and then collapsed to the floor. "Mom!" Jake called an ambulance but by the time they arrived Jake's mother was awake. The med-techs checked her over but found nothing physically wrong with her. They recommended she get tested for low blood sugar and left. She looked at her son. "Wow, that was weird, huh?" Jake nodded. His mother reached for the phone. "You know what? I think I'm going to go visit Mary tonight. You okay with fixing dinner for yourself?" Jake was surprised but pleased. "Um, yeah! That's great, Mom...I'm glad you're not letting today get you down." She paused. "What's today?" "...you know..." She blinked at him. "...the anniversary..." She still looked confused. "Dad...your husband...?" "Who?" --- Jake, flabbergasted, had let his mother go out with her friends anyway. She had completely forgotten her husband of almost 20 years! He also realized that his mother had done exactly what he said she should do: forget his father and go out with friends. No... No way... All the people that continued to be so agreeable around him, doing what he said... He had to test this, but now he was alone! He stepped out of his house, looking around. The neighbor kids were in the playground of the cul-de-sac he lived on, so he headed over there. The little kids there eyed him warily, as normally Jake just ignored them. He went up to one of them, a little boy of about seven. The boy looked up at him. Jake considered before speaking, "Hey, you should, uh, slide down that slide 10 times face first." The boy paused for a moment, and then climbed the play structure and slid down the slide, face first. Then he did it again...and again...and again... Exactly 10 times. Then the boy went back to his friends. But was that enough of a test? Jake wondered. No. He approached all three kids, two boys and a girl of about the same age. They looked up at him. "You should all eat sand," he said. They walked over to the sandbox and grabbed handfuls of it, shoving it into their mouths and chewing. Shit! "Stop!" he commanded them. They did. One last test... "Go home and say 'fuck you' to your parents." All three kids spit the sand from their mouths and went their separate ways to three houses around the cul-de-sac. Within a minute he heard adults yelling from all of the houses. It worked... It worked! But how far could he go? he wondered. --- Now: Usually when Jake touched someone he could tell them what to do without vocalizing. He had also found that if he concentrated hard while doing that he could do other things, like implanting emotions, but it was difficult. What he was going to try to do now was beyond even that. He had started by making the doctor keep in physical contact with him while he started relating his memories to the younger man, along with the emotions that those memories elicited, as intensely as he could. Single child, how that felt being isolated without anyone in the family to identify with. Intelligent, getting straight A's all the time, almost without trying. Being bullied for being a nerd, a geek, a creep. "Doctor Mattrel! There you are!" Startled, the younger man turned away, breaking contact with Jake. "Er, Josie? Sorry...what is it?" The doctor was pulled away to some sort of emergency. This wouldn't do. Jake didn't know how much time he had left...he couldn't waste any! --- Then: A taxi pulled up. Jake opened the door and said to the driver, "I need to go uptown, but I don't have any money. You're okay with that, right?" "Sure, buddy!" said the driver, beckoning the young man to climb on in. --- Jake waved to the driver as the taxi sped away, and then turned to regard his uncle's house. He'd been here a few times for family events. He walked up and rang the doorbell. His Aunt Lauren answered the door and smiled. "Jake! What a pleasant surprise." His aunt was a redhead like her daughter, but slim and fit. Jake had heard that she was a hardcore fitness buff. He considered her for a moment but then decided to stick with his original plan. "Hi Aunt Lauren, I've come to visit Sandra." He moved forward and she let him in, still smiling. "Of course, of course...you know where her room is." Jake nodded. "Please make sure that we're not disturbed." Then he headed down the hall. He took a deep breath and knocked on Sandra's door. "Hello?" he heard Sandra call. He walked in. "Jake!" Sandra was lying on her bed, reading, but bookmarked her place and got up to greet him. "How are you doing, squirt?" She gave him a hug. He hugged back. "Hey, Sandra...do you remember the last time you gave me a hug?" She pulled back and her face turned red, making her freckles really stand out. "Oh, yeah, I don't know what came over me...that was..." "Really hot, and I think you should do it again," Jake replied. Her face turned serious and she moved into him, mashing her face against his. As they snogged his hands moved down to her jeans-covered ass and he groped it. She pulled back. "Hey! Kissing cousins is one thing..." "I want more," he urged, "I want to...to make love to you." "Oh shit..." she whimpered. Then she grabbed him and they resumed kissing. This time she allowed him to stroke her ass. He moved a hand to one of her breasts, squeezing it through her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. He felt her nipple harden through the cotton fabric. "Get on the bed," he commanded. She did, and he leapt upon her. She screeched and he hoped her mom would do what he said and allow them privacy. He was between Sandra's thighs, grinding his crotch against hers, their jeans the only barrier to ultimate pleasure. He pulled her t-shirt up and saw his first real pair of boobs. Sandra's breasts weren't large but they were a handful, and Jake wondered, did you really need any more than that? He sucked one nipple into his mouth and his cousin gasped in pleasure. His 16-year-old cock was harder than it had ever been before and he was going to cream his shorts if he didn't get fucking soon! He pulled back and unzipped his jeans, ordering Sandra to do the same. Then the rest of their clothes came off and they were both naked as the days they were born. They looked at each other's crotches. Sandra seemed pleased with Jake's package and he just stared at the patch of fuzzy red hair between his cousin's legs. Finally, he moved back between her thighs, a clear drip emanating from the head of his hard penis as it approached its target. "Oh," Sandra said, angling herself toward her nightstand drawer. "We'll need a condom." As she fumbled with a small box Jake got impatient. "This is my first time. I think...I think it should be without one, okay?" Sandra dropped the box on the floor and lay back. "It's not a great time for me to have unprotected sex, but okay. Can you pull out before you cum?" "Definitely not!" Jake replied, aiming his dripping cock at the fleshy slit in the middle of Sandra's red pubes. It didn't look like a hole...how did it go in? Sandra saw the trouble he was having, and used her fingers to pull her vaginal lips apart. "Um, I'm kinda afraid, Jake. I could get pregnant." This revelation, though, didn't stop her from taking a hold of his cock shaft and directing the head into her vaginal cleft. Jake pushed forward, watching his cock penetrate his cousin's fertile pussy and making her whimper. "You mean we could make a baby?" She nodded, still looking worried. "That's soooo hot," he said, pushing harder. Half of his teenaged cock slipped inside the mind controlled beauty. Her face changed to a lusty grin. "Ohh...that IS hot! Oh my God, this is so dangerous. Fuck me!" She used her legs to pull him in. His cock slid in further, aided by a sudden rush of lubrication from within her. Finally Jake was fully embedded in his hot, sexy cousin's lush body. This was the greatest feeling in the world! She grabbed his face and they French kissed as she started to roll her hips, angling his cock deep within her. She gasped into his mouth. Jake pulled back and then pushed back in. No, THIS was the greatest feeling in the world! He did it again, and again. Sandra kept rolling her hips as he thrust and he realized that he wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm going to cum, Sandra...I'm going to cum inside you," he told her. "Yes! Oh, yes! Do it! This is so fucking hot!" She used her legs to pull him back into her harder and harder. Finally he could take no more and his cock seemed to explode in pleasure. THIS was definitely the greatest feeling in the world! He felt cum rush up his shaft and blast out the tip, splashing potent, sperm-filled semen deep inside his cousin's fertile and unprotected reproductive system. "Unhh! Ohhh!" she moaned loudly, shaking in orgasm as she thought about how her younger cousin could be impregnating her at that very moment. Her cervix spasmed in time with her orgasmic waves, dipping into the pool of semen he was depositing there, greatly increasing his sperm's chances to fulfill their evolutionary imperative. Spent, Jake collapsed on top of his mind controlled cousin, both of them breathing hard. "I can't believe we did that, Jake! What came over me?" she asked. Now that he had shot his wad he felt ashamed by what he had done, but then he thought about it. Was it rape if she thought it was her choice? Lots of guys got what they wanted through false pretenses...was this better or worse than lying? He didn't know...all he knew was that it had felt incredible and he would definitely do it again. Speaking of which... He pulled out of Sandra with a slurping sound, making her gasp. His cock was starting to get hard again, one of the advantages of a teenage sex drive. "You wait here and have a nap," he ordered Sandra. She lay back and closed her eyes. "Oh, Auntie!" --- Aunt Lauren wasn't a blood relation -- that was Uncle Brad, her husband, who wasn't home -- so fucking her was less incest-y than it had been with Sandra. Jake had asked her what her favorite sex position was and was pleased that she liked being fucked from behind, bent over the edge of her bed. He did just that, sawing into her toned 40-year-old body until he also filled her up with a load of potent baby batter. As he got dressed he ordered them, "You can't tell anybody we did this; Uncle Brad would kill me! If either of you get pregnant, just say your husband (he said this to Lauren) or your boyfriend (Sandra) is the father, alright?" The redheads nodded and he called another cab. --- His mom got back a little after him and seemed in high spirits. About time, he thought, glad that his ability could help her as well. --- Now: Jake ordered Dr. Mattrel to take an immediate leave of absence, but to come to the hospital anyway and stay at Jake's bedside. He was to remain in constant physical contact as Jake continued to transmit his memories into the man's mind. Elementary school...middle school...high school...he dredged up all the memories, all the experiences, and the feelings. He remembered when he had accidentally killed his father and had to stop there, sending the doctor home for the day. --- Then: Jake had a new spring in his step as he went to school. All the shit he had to take growing up...it was all leading to this! The world was his oyster now, as his dad used to say. His dad...damnit, even now, thinking of him hurt. He stopped and someone barrelled into him from behind. "Watch it, dweeb!" said Randy Bowles, stepping around Jake and putting himself right in his face. Jake smiled. A few minutes later, a controlled Randy followed Jake into the gymnasium. There Jake found Mr. Ventnor, the P.E. teacher, an old school jarhead who liked treating his students like his drill instructor used to treat him back in basic training. The three of them went into the equipment room, where Jake proceeded to make them undress and then suck each other's dicks. After a bit of this he made Mr. Ventnor fuck Randy up the ass. When they were done Jake told them to remain there until someone found them. It took less than an hour before the police arrived, but by that time Jake was in his next class. Randy never came back to that school. --- Now: When he wasn't recounting his memories to Dr. Mattrel, Jake had Anna bring him other female hospital staff, and even patients and visitors, to help get his rocks off. One touch and they climbed on board for a ride on the Comatose Express, next stop: Insemination Station. Anna would open his eyes long enough for him to confirm he wasn't fucking fatties or other undesirables. There was a black mom of about 30 with big boobs...another nurse, slim and blonde, also in her thirties. There was a skinny 20-year-old redheaded patient with bandages wrapped around her head who Anna had found wandering the hospital halls. She reminded Jake of his cousin Sandra a bit. Orgasming seemed to help alleviate the pain that was building up in his head, at least for a while. He was pushing himself hard, but he didn't have a lot of time. It had been two weeks since he had been able to think again, and had a lot of memories left to go through. --- Then: Jake knew he had to be careful. He didn't know how many people he could control at one time, or how long his long-term commands would last, though he called Sandra every week to confirm her and her mother's were still in place. He managed to get his English teacher, Mrs. Adams, alone after school and he took her bent over her desk. Another time he followed Becky Fidel home and deflowered her in her own bed. Another time, at Wal-Mart, he ordered a visibly pregnant lady to fuck him in the restroom. That had been weird, but he had enjoyed how her breasts had leaked milk as he sucked on them. One day he came home from school to find his mother's housekeeper just finishing cleaning their house. Bleach-blonde Karen was in her early twenties and Jake had always had a hard-on for her...he liked how she wore a crop top and yoga pants while she cleaned. He got her to strip down and suck his cock while he sat on the recliner, and then he made her ride him while he sucked her medium-sized boobs until he blew his teenaged wad deep inside her. She had also asked for a condom but Jake told her she really loved it when men came inside her unprotected, and then it was so. She shuddered in orgasm when she felt him inseminate her. --- Now: Jake continued recalling his high school antics, pushing them into the young doctor's head. Then there was the thing with his mother...he paused, but told himself he had to keep going... --- Then: Jake came home to a seemingly empty house, but his mom's car was outside. Where was she? Then he heard something upstairs, from her room. Was she crying? He opened her bedroom door to find a man on top of her on the bed! A rapist! He rushed forward. "Jake! Stop!" That had been his mom. He paused, confused. The man disengaged and Jake's mom pulled the sheets about them to cover their nakedness. "Um, I'm sorry Jake...I meant to tell you about Wayne, but there never seemed to be a good time." The now-named Wayne, who Jake found had an uncanny resemblance to his dad, was trying to get his clothes on. "I'll, uh, leave you two to discuss this...?" He rushed out the door. Jake sat down on the bed. "I did tell you to move on, didn't I? I just never thought about what that would look like." His mom looked confused again. "Move on from what? You keep saying your dad, but I don't know who you're talking about." "So where did I come from? Virgin birth?" His mom concentrated. "Definitely not virgin. I...just don't remember who..." Jake considered. "Mom, I want you to remember Dad again." "I can't, Jake. There's nothing to remember." Jake was floored. He had thought that maybe those memories were still there in his mom's head, hidden away, but they were gone for good! His fault! All his fault. He had killed his dad, and now his mom's memory of the man she had pledged to love. It was as if the man had never existed. Guilt overwhelmed him. "Mom, you should forget me, too." As his mom fainted, Jake went to put together a backpack of things he would need. --- "Where ya off to, buddy?" asked the trucker as he opened his door to the hitchhiking teenager. "Thataway," said Jake, pointing down the road. --- What followed was two years of debauchery, moving from place to place. He couldn't stay long in case people started to notice the effect he had on those he controlled. Then he came home again, now 18 years old. He went to his old house but found another family living there. They didn't know where his mom was, but the neighbors did. They had heard the shot a year ago. His mom had been a mess since he left, unable to recall large amounts of her past, and finally, mercifully, she had chosen to end it by her own hand. Jake was numb. He had done this to her, at first by accident and then on purpose. He had left because he would have been a stranger to her after his command to forget, but her family had been her primary focus for almost 20 years...of course losing those memories would have had a profound effect on her mind! How could he have been so stupid?! Jake sat on a bus bench and cried. What was the point? What was the point of any of it? He had looked at his gift as just that: a gift from God or something, but he had destroyed his family with it! Something hit him from the side and he went down hard, his head ringing. "I can't believe you came back, you fucking asshole!" Jake saw a two-years-older version of Randy Bowles bearing down on him. He opened his mouth to tell Randy to stop but a kick to his ribs took his breath away. Then there was another, and another. He felt something crack and then his world became pain. Then Randy was on top of him, punching him in the face again and again. Jake couldn't say anything to stop him! He could barely draw a breath! Randy stopped punching and put his hand over Jake's mouth. "I don't know how you did it, Jake, but you'll never control me again." Jake heard something click and saw a knife in Randy's hand. *STOP!* Jake screamed in his head, his mind on overdrive with adrenaline. Randy stopped. *Get off of me!* The other young man did so. Jake groaned as he sat up. He could speak again. "Drop the knife." Clunk. Jake had told Randy to forget Jake's involvement in the equipment room incident two years previous. If Randy was remembering, then Jake's long-term commands must have a time limit after all! He also realized that if that was true then he wouldn't be able to just command Randy to forget again, as it would wear off. What could he do? Just then he saw a large delivery truck speeding down the road. "Randy, face the street." He did so. The truck was close now. "Run forward!" Jake urged, wincing as his ribs rebelled. WHAM! There was a screech of tires, and Randy Bowles' dead body careened down the road, finally coming to rest on the yellow line. --- His ribs bandaged by the fine folks at the local hospital after he jumped the triage queue, Jake went by his Uncle Brad's house. He found his cousin Sandra just coming out of the house, pushing a toddler in a stroller. Jake stepped forward. "Sandra?" "Jake!" Sandra's face lit up with a smile and she rushed forward to embrace him. He groaned in pain from the tight hug. She stepped back. "Are you okay? Oh, your face..." His cheek was swollen from Randy's punches. "Just a misunderstanding. Is that..." he pointed to the young redheaded boy. "Oh, yes, I got pregnant a couple years ago." She looked at him demurely. "It's my boyfriend's." She winked at him. "Mom got pregnant around the same time. Dad's, of course." Again the wink. His long-term commands held with her and her mom! So that trick worked on some people but not others. He'd have to see if he could figure out why, and determine who could throw it off. He looked down at the 1-year-old boy in the stroller, bored and fussing. He was adorable! He had fathered two babies! Did that offset the deaths of his parents? He had to believe it did. If his ribs weren't killing him he would have suggested a repeat performance with his hot now-MILF cousin with her larger boobs. Instead, he said goodbye and got on with his life. --- More time passed, moving from place to place. He had sex with so many women that he lost count. He'd fuck different women multiple times a day as he went here and there, getting free meals and accommodation wherever he went. One day he decided to create a documentary about himself (check out Interview With the Esper for those details). --- Now: He was coming to the end. He asked Anna to bring him the hospital administrator. As the older man laid his hand on Jake's prone form Jake pushed the same thought into his head that he had given Anna earlier. Then the hospital administrator asked the entire staff to come lay their hands on Jake. A long line led out of his room. They were all given the same command, and then Anna would write down each person's name, phone number, and home address. She also brought him whatever patients and visiting friends and family she could con into his room, doing the same with them. Jake's head was killing him, literally, by this point. He had overextended himself. Dr. Mattrel held his hand as Jake concentrated on the younger man, forcing as much of his current thoughts as he could into him. Then with a sigh he was gone. Dr. Mattrel stood up and went out to the hallway. "Hey," he said to a young boy waiting outside one of the other rooms who hadn't been brought in for Jake's "treatment". "Yeah?" the boy said, warily. "Jump up and down," the man commanded. The boy gave him an odd look and stuck his tongue out before slipping away. Well, that answers that question, the man decided. He returned to Jake's room. Anna was there, covering Jake's body with his bed sheet. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Dr. Mattrel?" "Yes, Anna, you can bend over...and call me Jake." A person is the product of their experiences, and all of Jake's memories were now in Dr. Mattrel's head. He had lost the ability to control minds, however that had worked, but with his forethought and planning he now had dozens of slaves who had visited the hospital and been given long-term commands to obey him just as they would the Jake who died, and that would have to do. The king is dead; long live the king, he thought to himself. --- Krosis' home on the web: http://www.asstr.org/~krosis Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]).

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Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" with impunity and without protection. --- The Third Wheel (MF, 1st, cons, exhib, preg, reluc, safe, F-solo, voy) by Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]) --- Author's Note: The board game the students play in this story is inspired by the computer game the protagonists play in Wollstonecraft's Party. --- It was our freshman year at (name removed) University. What? Oh, sorry...I can't have anyone tracking this back to me because of what I did. I've changed our names, too. My new name will be...umm...Danielle. Yeah! Dani for short. I like being a Dani! My cousin...umm...damnit, coming up with names is hard...Haley? Yes, my cousin HALEY and I were roommates, and newly arrived at the school. Our parents dropped us off, and after some quick goodbyes in the dorm lobby we pulled our luggage into our new room. The room was as small as could be expected, with a bunk bed for us and a door leading to the bathroom. There were 2 desks and...another bed? The toilet flushed, the bathroom faucet ran and a few seconds later a raven-haired girl our age walked in from the bathroom, drying her hands. Her face lit up with a smile when she saw us. "Haley! Dani! You're here!" Okay, first, let me warn you that stating the obvious like that is par for the course for this girl. Oh, I guess you need a name for her. How about Mindy? That sounds vacuous enough, doesn't it? Our other cousin Mindy had also registered for (name removed) University. What we didn't know, however, was that she had specifically requested to be in our room, and instead of MENTIONING IT TO US, the school just put us together. This was a banner year for the school, with a 15% higher student population than the record, so things like that just got pushed through to save on space. Still, we were pissed. We tried to convince the school to put her somewhere else, but there was no room, anywhere. What was worse, in addition to Mindy's stupidity, she and her family were total party-pooper, goody-goody Christians! We weren't going to be able to have any fun while she was around! Haley and I had dumped our high school boyfriends at the end of summer break because the University was so far from our hometown, and we wanted to party hard. We did our best to make Mindy feel unwanted, but she was just so damned easygoing, and thick besides! She just didn't get it...it was like ignoring a puppy, y'know? She was so anal retentive she put labels with our names on the desks and beds, and even on the drawers in the bathroom. We made do. Haley and I are very much alike -- like sisters even though we're cousins -- and we liked to hang out together. We went to parties and had lots of fun staying overnight at guys' places while Mindy remained in the dorm room, studying. Weeks went by like this, and then came that fateful night when I brought Gary back to our dorm. He lived off campus and I just couldn't wait to jump his bones, so we slipped into the room and then into my upper bunk. It was late so Mindy was sleeping (Haley was out at some guy's place) and I told Gary we had to be quiet. I should describe myself here, since at that point I got naked as my clothes flew everywhere. I'm blonde, tall (5'10") and curvy -- I have been described as a goddess by some -- and my voice can get loud when I'm excited. Yeah, I wasn't thinking. Gary went down on me after my panties took flight and I was still fumbling with my bra. I think Mindy may have woken up a little on my first gasp, and then she woke all the way up during the moaning that followed. Gary brought me to a near-screaming orgasm, and then clambered up to start to push his hard cock into me. "Con--condom!" I managed to hiss through my orgasm-induced haze. By this time Mindy was watching us in the dim light of the moon shining through the window, although I didn't know, and frankly wouldn't have cared if I had. Gary made an annoyed sound (typical man!), grabbed his pants and extracted the "jimmy hat." I made sure he put it on before I pulled him into me. Gary, bless him, kept his moans quiet. I didn't. His expert thrusting hit my G-spot nicely, and his pelvis rubbed my extended clit just right. He must have brought me to 5 orgasms before he started really pounding me hard, and then he groaned loudly as he thrust home. I could feel his condom-covered prick throbbing inside me and I came hard one last time. As we came down from our mutual cum we could hear Mindy gasping in her bed. We hadn't heard her masturbating until we had stopped our own sex noises. She either hadn't noticed we had stopped or couldn't stop herself, and then we heard her climax: "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Then all was silent. Gary gave me a peck on the lips and was gone. He knew the drill, and I knew the score. We'd have some fun some other night, or with others. Ah, university life... I didn't say anything to Mindy that night. I pictured her there, face red with embarrassment, as I passed into sleep. This could be fun after all. --- From then on I made sure to bring all my lovers back to the dorm. The guys seemed to enjoy being overheard, and when I brought one of them back while both Mindy and Haley were in their beds we heard both of them pleasuring themselves while we went at it. --- One Friday night I decided we'd have a group study session, just the three of us. I brought red wine. Haley was all about the wine...Mindy took only a little convincing, wine being the blood of Christ and all, but soon she loosened up and we started to talk about boys. "Have you ever, y'know...with a guy, Mindy?" I asked as we sat on the floor. We both looked at her, questioningly. She flushed with embarrassment. "Um, no; never." I pressed, "But you want to, right? I hear you playing with yourself when I fuck guys here." Her face turned scarlet. "Um...um..." "It's okay, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with those feelings." "But..." "You're at university," I continued over her protests, "It's expected." She thought about it. "Well, my mom did put me on birth control pills. She said that she wanted me to be safe, after she heard I was going to be rooming with you." Well, bless you, Auntie, you old bag, I thought to myself. She thought I would be a bad influence on sweet, innocent Mindy? Oh, yes. Haley and I started to frankly discuss our sex sessions. Mindy had nothing to offer the conversation but listened intently. At one point she started to rub her thighs together, almost imperceptibly. I stood up. "I'm going to call Gary over right now. Haley, you call Aaron." I then whispered to her, conspiratorially, "And tell him to bring a friend." I moved my eyes to point to Mindy, who poured herself another glass, as if on cue. Haley nodded, understanding. The three guys arrived quickly and Aaron covered for his buddy Jason's "unexpected" presence; that they had been hanging out when he got the call and it was a party, right? Gary and Aaron sat down next to us and Jason started up a conversation with tipsy Mindy. She smiled uncertainly at him. Some more wine followed, plus some beer the guys brought. Gary and I and Haley and Aaron were making out, and Mindy was watching, unsure what to do. Jason moved closer to her and took her hand. She started, but didn't pull away. Jason moved his head close and whispered something to her. She giggled. Very nice, Jason, I thought. Aaron's hands were now under Haley's shirt and were massaging her huge mams. Oh crap, I forgot to describe Haley! She's brown haired, kinda short and curvy, almost Rubenesque; the kind of woman who's probably going to be fat when she's in her middle age, but at this age had the bazoombas to get the guys' attentions. Mindy, in contrast, was of average height and a bit slim, although she had nicely sized breasts too, from what you could tell with the baggy clothes she wore. She was pretty, in a simple kind of way. Jason thought so, anyway, and he kissed her hand. How sweet (blech)! At about that point I lost track of what happened with them as Gary ripped open my shirt, pulled down my bra and devoured my nipples. I gasped and pulled his head to my chest, eyes closed. Things progressed quickly from there. Unlike with our normal voyeuristic show, the lights stayed on. As Gary took me up to my bunk and started inserting his condom-covered cock into me I noticed that Mindy and Jason were making out now. I could hear Aaron and Haley already fucking below us. Mindy's eyes kept roving back to our bunk beds as she made out with Jason. I lost track of them again as Gary started to fuck me hard. Knowing that sweet, simple Mindy was watching spurred both of us on, and we made a production out of it. From the sounds below, Haley and Aaron were of the same mind. Gary thrust and thrust, and I was cumming almost continuously. I don't know how he held out, but after 15 minutes I pushed Gary back and got on all fours. Jason now had his hands on Mindy's breasts through her shirt and was kissing her neck. Come on Jason! We're hitting home runs and you're still at second base?! Gary shoved himself back inside me and all coherent thought was lost. After I came for the umpteenth time and Gary finished off I looked over again. Jason had his hands in Mindy's pants and she was cumming too, watching us. When she was done she gave Jason his hand back, kissed him, and ran into the bathroom. The fun was over. Damnit. --- The next morning I found something very interesting on the Internet, took a picture of Mindy's birth control pills that I had found in the bathroom, and made some calls. By the next day I had in my hand the most amazing fake copies of her brand of pills, and these ones had a little extra something-something to get her into the mood, as well as some natural babymaking hormone boosters. The black market at (name removed) University was rocking this year. By lucky coincidence (or maybe not, since I've heard that female roommates synchronize periods), Mindy had just started taking this month's supply a few days earlier, so I took a few out of the babymaking pills to match, tossed them into the toilet, and swapped the fake case for hers. I couldn't find where she was keeping her extra pills, if there were any, so could only replace the one case. The real ones I put into my drawer, after taking one. Waste not, want not, I thought to myself. I decided not to tell Haley about the switcheroo. She hated having Mindy here too, but I figured she wouldn't go for something like this; better to save my favorite cousin the guilt. If all went well, Mindy would be pregnant, disgraced, and gone within a couple of months. --- The next Friday night we had another "study session." It went a lot like the previous week, but Mindy had been taking the "tingle pills" for a week and had been drinking more this time, so she was a lot more relaxed when the boys arrived. She was happy to see Jason, and they started kissing even before we did. Once again Haley and I brought our boys to our bunks while Mindy and Jason remained on the floor. I wanted to get a good look this time, so I pushed Gary onto his back and started to give him head. When I looked at Mindy I saw Jason's cock was out, and Mindy was masturbating him with her hand. As they kissed he awkwardly tried to pull her jeans off but she pulled away so he couldn't. She didn't stop whacking him off, though. When he tried again she broke their kiss. "I've never...I can't..." she stammered. I called out to her, "Mindy, honey, it's okay. You're in charge. Watch what I do," and I made sure she saw as I lined Gary's hard prick up with my vagina. "Mmm..." I groaned as I sank down, ever so slowly. Gary was shaking as I finally hit bottom. Holy shit did that feel good! I looked at Mindy. She stood up, slammed back the rest of her beer and then pulled her jeans and panties down. I couldn't believe it! She straddled Jason, lining up her noticeably wet hole with his stiff (but disappointingly not very big) prick. As I bounced on Gary's cock Mindy rubbed Jason's cock head around her pussy lips, and then sank down on it a bit. I heard her groan, and then push down a little more. Jason seemed in absolute heaven. Well, why not? Fucking a drunk virgin, and without a condom? Gary and Aaron were probably jealous because they had to wear protection. Which reminded me... I pulled off of Gary, looking down at his bare cock, shiny with my juices. He looked sheepishly at me. "I'm on the pill now," I whispered, "but it'll take a few weeks until I'm safe." He grabbed his pants, extracted a condom and disappointedly put it on. I climbed on board and slipped him right back in. Mindy cried out, but not in pleasure -- oh, her cherry! Jason was holding her, keeping her from slipping down his cock any farther...what a sweetie! I had paused in my bouncing to watch, and Gary started to thrust his hips up at me. I ground myself into his pelvis...mmm... Jason moved one hand down and started to play with Mindy's clit. She gasped and stopped crying after a few seconds of this. Finally after a minute or so she started to sink back down on Jason's hard penis, and cried out again when she hit bottom, only in pleasure this time. Jason whispered something in her ear, and she nodded. She rose up about halfway and then sank back down slowly, making sure it didn't hurt. Jason kept playing with her clit and her breathing was getting quite heavy. Soon she was bouncing up and down and Jason used his other hand to start removing her shirt and bra. Gary and I resumed fucking with gusto. He was incredibly hard from the show. I knew it wouldn't be long for either of us. I could feel the tingling start in my clit, moving inward, surrounding Gary's cock. God, it felt so good! I thought about Mindy, possibly fertile right now with a bare cock in her virgin cunt, ignorant of the danger. I was so close...so close... Mindy gasped and cried out as she came, her bra off but her shirt still on. Jason grunted, pulling Mindy down to grind their pelvises together. I pictured in my mind all the pent-up pressure in Jason's reproductive system blasting the sperm-filled semen up into Mindy's welcoming pussy with incredible force, and I came hard: "Auhh! Yes! Fuck meee!!" Gary grunted as my spasming cunt forced him over the edge and he blew his wad. Haley and Aaron were right behind us as I heard them both cry out. --- The next night went much the same. Jason still wasn't able to get Mindy's shirt off before he finished fucking her. Once again her possibly fertile cunt sucked up a load full of virile sperm and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. --- Midterm exams took up a lot of our time the next week, but we all masturbated in our beds every night, not caring if our roommates heard us. Mindy was becoming a lot more comfortable with her sexual identity. --- Another three weeks went by with weekends full of sex for all of us. Well, except for during our periods. We had synchronized our periods after all, and we were triply bitchy during that week. I was disappointed to see that Mindy got her period, but it wasn't all bad, as I would get to watch her possibly impregnate herself this next month instead. I made sure to swap out her latest batch of birth control pills and used hers again myself, once her new ones showed up in her drawer. --- On the Friday during the next month's peak fertility time for us all, I wanted to make sure Mindy got good and drunk. I managed to get some tequila and we did shots, and then a newly-bought sex board game (Ride-a-Pole-y, a spoof on Monopoly) got the night off to a good start. I stole some chairs from the common room. Haley and Aaron sat on her bunk because there just wasn't enough room otherwise, and we used Haley's steamer trunk as a table for the game. Mindy and Jason were holding hands sitting on her bed...how sweet! We'd see what we could do about that! We were arranged around the board like this: Mindy Gary --------- Jason | Trunk | Dani --------- Haley Aaron The game was indeed similar to Monopoly, but instead of paying money when you landed on people's properties you gave them pieces of clothing, or took drinks. Purchasing properties didn't cost anything; you just had to land on them. There were no houses or hotels; basic properties were gulps of your drink, intermediate properties were 1 piece of clothing, and the big ones 2 pieces. We all had 6 items of clothing (we let the guys wear their jackets, since they had no bras). If someone had some of your clothing and they landed on your property you could choose to get clothing back instead of taking theirs. Of course, the guys asked for their clothes back whenever they landed on one of the other guys' clothing properties, as did Mindy every time, but Haley and I wanted to see some skin! Jason rolled an 8 and landed his piece on Broadwalk, which was owned by me. "That's TWO pieces of clothing, Jason...gimme!" I said, holding my hand out. I was already down to my pants and bra and he had my shirt, but... Jason pulled off his shirt and remaining sock with a flourish, leaving him in his pants (Aaron had taken the other sock earlier when Jason had landed on Virgin Avenue). I wrinkled my nose as he handed over the sock, but then dropped it in front of me. In addition to the properties there were Pants (Chance) cards for the guys, and Chesty (Community Chest) cards for the women, which made the players do various naughty things when you drew them, depending on their state of undress. Many of the cards asked players to interact with other players, so the recommended setup for the game was to alternate the genders in each seat, as we had done. So far I'd had to kiss Haley on the mouth, Aaron had to give me a backrub for 5 minutes, and Jason had to tell us how he lost his virginity (at age 15 to his babysitter!). Mindy didn't look happy to hear about that! Mindy landed on Pants/Chesty and drew a card. She looked around wild-eyed, so I took it and read: "2 items of clothing: give a lapdance to the player on your left for one minute." The lesser clothing items directives were even more sexually charged, but luckily for Mindy she still had her bra and panties after losing most of her clothes landing on several peoples' properties in a row in the last few turns. My Gary was the lucky recipient, and as he grinned at Mindy she looked at him as if he were the devil himself. I spoke up: "Come on, Mindy, or you're out of the game and have to leave the dorm until we're done. Jason will stay." Jason looked at his buddies, who were giving him the evil eye, and he hung his head and nodded. Resigned, Mindy asked, "What's a lapdance?" There were simultaneous snorts from all 3 guys. Haley and I were expecting the question, given Mindy's inexperience. "You have to sit in his lap and move around a bit," I offered. Gary was down to only his boxer briefs (damn those things look sexy on guys!), and he was tenting the front out nicely. Mindy got up uncertainly, stood in front of Gary's chair and looked down. "But...but his thing..." I spoke up loudly: "You're both wearing underwear. Now DO IT!" She quickly sat down across Gary's legs, but not right in his lap. Gary wasn't shy, though, and reached around her waist, pulling her closer. Mindy gasped as she felt his underwear covered hardness press against her panty-covered mound. She sat still, breathing heavily, eyes closed. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have done this if she hadn't landed on several drink properties over the course of the game, and the tequila shots she consumed before we began the game didn't hurt either. After a bit she asked, "How much longer?" "You haven't moved," I replied. "The minute begins when you start 'dancing.'" "Oh!" she responded, and then she started to shift left and right, which caused Gary's cock to rub across her sex. She gasped and tried to scoot back, eyes wide. I got behind her and pushed her forward and down. I then lifted her arms. "Pretend you're on the dance floor," I whispered into her ear, "but instead of standing up you're sitting." Mindy closed her eyes and started to bounce a bit, which elicited a pleasurable hiss from Gary. She then gyrated her hips as she moved her arms back and forth over her head. Her breathing got heavier again. Gary's eyes were all over Mindy's body. Jason couldn't take his eyes off of the two of them, but he didn't seem jealous. Interesting... We let this go on for about 2 minutes. Gary actually started to thrust his hips about halfway through, and Mindy stopped being shy about pushing her pelvis into his. "Okay, time's up!" I called out. I had to repeat myself before Mindy stood back up on shaky legs and returned to her seat. She immediately grabbed Jason's hand again, but wouldn't look at him. Her face was beet red. The crotch of her panties was wet, and there was a matching wet spot on the front of Gary's underwear. After the next round had finished and Aaron had lost a sock (he had already lost his shirt) I had an idea: "How about we do a few rounds of just the cards, instead of moving around the board and maybe losing more clothes?" Mindy didn't want to lose her bra or panties, so jumped at that idea. Everyone else shrugged or agreed. As the owner of the game, I took it upon myself to read the cards out for each of them. It also gave me the chance to "embellish" the instructions a little, to get things going the way I wanted. I also set up an empty beer bottle on the board, spinning it to determine who would follow the instructions in order to keep it interesting. First up was Jason. I picked up a Pants card and looked at Jason's pants. "2 items of clothing: Suck the nipples of the player to your right for 1 minute." That was Haley. She slipped her bra off, letting her sizeable jugs out to play. Everyone's eyes got as big as saucers. Jason let go of Mindy's hand and went at the large mammaries, licking and sucking at Haley's nipples, which were surrounded by huge pink areolae. Haley grinned, closed her eyes and laid back on her bunk. This caused Jason to have to move forward to keep his mouth in place, his hips moving between her legs. By the end of the minute he was moving his hips a bit to get some friction between his crotch and her panties. He returned to his seat with a big grin and bigger hard-on tenting his jeans, and Haley sat up all pink-faced but didn't put her bra back on. Nobody objected, not even Aaron. "Haley..." I said, picking up a Chesty card. She was technically down to 1 piece of clothing, so I read that one. "...take a player of your choice down to 1 piece of clothing with just your teeth." My cousin Haley's not the brightest bulb either, you know? If we'd been on the same mental level she would have removed Mindy's panties, but instead she turned to Aaron, who was down to pants and a sock, and jumped on him. Within a couple of minutes she used her mouth and teeth to unzip his pants and pull them down his legs, and then she spent another minute more licking at his cock through his underwear before pulling those down as well. He stood up to help her remove them, and then he was left with one white sport sock. His rather handsome cock stood up proudly as he sat back down. I took another drink, shaking my head. That had been a damn hot display, what with Haley's soaked panties shaking at us all while she had undressed her man with her teeth, but it wasn't what I had wanted. The next spin was Haley's as well. I embellished again, making it extra nasty to get back at her for being so stupid: "All players will hold you down while the player to your left..." -- that was Jason -- "can touch you anywhere with only one part of their body for 2 minutes." Haley looked confused. "One part? What--? Wait...what was that about holding me down?" As one, we all (except for innocent Mindy) jumped on Haley, each grabbing an arm or a leg. On my suggestion we turned her over so her face was pressed into her pillows and her plump, panty covered butt was sticking out again. Mindy replaced Jason holding Haley's right leg, watching Jason as he contemplated what to do. He looked at her questioningly. Mindy was really fucking horny by this point, and our voyeuristic adventures had expanded her sexual palette. She used her free hand to unzip her boyfriend's pants and freed his cock from the folds of his underwear. "Go for it, stud," she growled. Jason clambered onto Haley's bed and poked his hard cock at her plump pussy, easily seen through her soaked panties. We heard a muffled gasp from her. Jason thrust his cock again and again at Haley's panty-covered pussy, his pre-cum transferring from the head of his cock into the cotton fabric, making it almost see-thru. Each thrust seemed to make the fabric stretch just a little more, until the very tip of his dick was pushing into her a little through it. Just then I remembered that Haley wasn't on the pill, and even the pre-cum soaking through the thin fabric of her panties could get her pregnant! However, there was still a minute left, and what was happening was so fucking hot I wasn't going to say anything and possibly kill the moment. Jason stopped thrusting and used the tip of his cock to catch the edge of Haley's panties, pushing the fabric to the side and slipping the tip under it. It was awkward, but his cock head was now touching Haley's outer pussy lips. I should stop this, I warned myself. Maybe...? Jason angled his pelvis, levering Haley's panties to the side with his cock and now the head was pressed right into her inner pussy lips. We could all see how wet and engorged her pussy was. Haley exclaimed something but we couldn't make it out with her face pressed into the pillows. Jason pushed. We watched, breathlessly, as his cock sank into the folds of Haley's puffy pussy, her wet cunt enveloping his tool inch by inch. The pre-cum I was worried about before was definitely inside her pussy now! "Was that two minutes?" Aaron asked, a bit forcefully. As Haley's sort-of boyfriend he did feel a bit proprietary about her pussy. I silently thanked him for keeping Haley from getting spermed and agreed it was. Jason verrry slooowly pulled out of Haley's possibly fertile pussy. Once his cock had vacated her love tunnel her panties snapped back into place. We let her up. Haley was breathing very heavily and looked to have been sweating, though her nipples were as hard as rocks. "Wow, that was fucking hot!" she said. By this point we were all as horny as wildebeests. "I liked that card," I said, "so I'll just shuffle it back in." There were no arguments. I spun again...me. I decided to just read the card out without embellishment. "Remove one article of clothing and French kiss the player to your left," -- that was Aaron -- "for one minute." I wasn't about to remove my bra, so the jeans came off. I downed my drink, sat next to Aaron and started snogging him, clad only in my matching blue bra and thong. Aaron turned out to be a pretty good kisser, and after about 30 seconds he had me hot and weak in the knees. He gently pushed me back on the bed, and then climbed on top of me. I could feel his hard, bare cock poking at my pussy through the thong's fabric as we tongue kissed. It felt really good. Too soon, it was over and I went back to my seat. The bottle then pointed to Jason. This card was interesting: "Take off 2 pieces of clothing. Every player of your gender, move 2 seats to the left." After Jason removed his pants and underwear, leaving him with nothing but his hard-on and a smile, the boys moved. After they settled down none of the girls had their boyfriends next to them anymore: Mindy Aaron --------- Gary | Trunk | Dani --------- Haley Jason This ought to be interesting, I thought. Next up was Aaron. I decided it was time for Mindy to get spermed, but my mind was still a bit fuzzy from dry humping Aaron. Lying about what was on the card, I used a variant of the one I had used on Haley. "All players will hold down the player to your left and you can touch them anywhere with only one part of your body for 2 minutes." The room went still. I looked at Mindy. For some reason she didn't look afraid, just...predatory? Then everyone jumped me. What the fuck?! And then I realized: Mindy was to the left of Aaron only because I was looking at her from the front...*I* was the one on Aaron's left! I was quickly immobilized. They carried me to Haley's bed and pushed my face into the pillows. I felt Aaron behind me, not wasting time like Jason had with Haley, his cock head nudging my thong aside. I felt his hot, hard cock easily push into my dripping pussy. It felt so fucking good without a condom! I wasn't worried, as I had been using Mindy's birth control pills for almost a month-and-a-half by this point. This was the first time Aaron got to fuck any woman unprotected, though, and he was going to make the most of it. He pulled back and then pushed back in forcefully. I grunted. I was really wet but he had a good sized cock, plus he had been turned on by our recent dry humping and all the other sexy things that had happened that night. His pre-cum and my pussy juice quickly lubed everything up, and he was able to get a good rhythm going. I realized that the hands on my legs and hips were pushing and pulling me as well, but they were the other peoples' hands so Aaron wasn't breaking the rules...he was still only touching me with his cock. My orgasm came on me fast. The hot things we had done that night had primed me, readying me for this. I screamed into the pillow as I came hard on Aaron's cock. In response his cock started to piston into me and a few seconds later I felt hot man seed splash my insides for the first time in my life. The delicious warm feeling extended my orgasm and by the time it had finished I was shaking. So intense! Aaron pulled out and they let me up. My thong was no barrier to the cum running out of my pussy, and everyone saw it. "Er, Dani," Haley said, looking at the seed spilling out of me, concerned, "will you...be okay?" I smiled. "It's fine. I've been on the pill for a month now." Everyone looked relieved. Haley smiled. "Me too! Well, not as long...about a week-and-a-half." Oh good, I thought. Soon we'll all be able to fuck unprotected, though only two of us will get away unscathed. Heh heh. Unsteadily, I made my way back to my seat, Aaron's cum running down my legs. I spun the bottle again, and this time it was Haley. I just read what was on the card this time: "Give a two minute lapdance to the person on your right." That was Jason now. Haley got up and sat in Jason's lap. His bare hard-on pressed against her panties and her sizeable boobs were in his face. She started grinding. After a few seconds of this, while Haley couldn't see because her boobs were in the way, Jason gently moved her panties aside so his hard cock could rub directly against her pussy lips. The skin-on-skin feelings drove Haley mad with desire, so she started moving her hips in different ways in order to make it feel even better. Finally, she raised herself up so that the tip of his cock bumped her clit as she came back down. That felt the best! After a few more of those bounces Jason's cock slipped inside her hot wetness. Both of them groaned in pleasure as Jason bottomed out within her. Haley took a moment to get used to the sensations. Like me, she had never had sex without a condom before, and the feelings were overwhelming. She kissed Jason passionately and started to bounce on his hard, bare cock. The rest of us couldn't be sure of what was happening. Haley still had her panties on but the way she was bouncing in Jason's lap...were they fucking? I craned my neck to get a better look but couldn't tell. One minute to go. 30 seconds passed. They really looked like they were doing it, so I got up to confirm. Sure enough, I saw Jason's slick penis penetrating Haley's pussy on one of her more energetic upward bounces. Haley cried out as she started to cum. "Jason!" I hissed. "Don't cum inside her!" Easier said than done. Jason knew what I meant; that he might get Haley pregnant, but her pussy was gripping and sucking on his cock as she came hard. He gritted his teeth and pinched off his prostate as best he could, and attempted to lift Haley up so he could quickly withdraw. Unfortunately, just before he was able to pull out, a spurt of cum shot out of his cock, to the back of Haley's vagina. He then shot the rest of his wad onto Haley's stomach and pussy lips. Haley groaned as she finished her orgasm, shaking as she held on to him. Worried, I asked Jason, "You pulled out in time, right?" Jason didn't want to wreck the mood or worry anyone, so he lied: "Yeah, I didn't cum inside her." We all breathed a sigh of relief. Haley was on the pill, but hadn't been long enough to be assured of protection. I was a bit worried about the sperm that Jason had shot onto her pussy lips, but the real danger was already working its way inside the depths of her fertile young pussy. The bottle spun again, this time pointing to Gary. Both Haley and I had been fucked (and had sperm shot inside us, though I didn't know about Haley at the time), and Mindy was still unfucked. That had to change. I decided to pretend that I had pulled the awesome card again: "Gary, everyone will hold down the person to your r--" Oh shit, I had almost done it again. "...rLEFT, and...well, you all know the drill by now..." Mindy leaned forward, finally catching on. "Hey, let me see that card..." Nobody else cared whether I had been cheating by this point. We all descended upon Mindy, holding her down, pressing her face into her pillow. We heard her muffled cry as Gary's hard cock defty pushed aside her panties. He easily penetrated her sopping pussy, eliciting another cry from her. Gary was the only guy who hadn't cum by this point so he pounded Mindy hard. He was approaching his release with a minute to spare when Mindy came hard, moaning into her pillow, her body shaking. The feel of her fertile pussy pulsating around his overstimulated cock sent Gary over the edge, and I actually came a little thinking about my boytoy possibly impregnating the unsuspecting little idiot. --- Turns out all three of us girls were idiots. At the end of the night we had swapped partners again so Jason went to bed with me, Gary with Haley, and Aaron with Mindy and we all fucked again before falling asleep. I didn't know if Haley got any more sperm in her that night, and didn't really care. I really should have. --- A few weeks later, none of us got our periods. I was really worried about Haley, and asked about the birth control pills she had been on. "Oh, those?" she replied, smirking, "I stole them off of Mindy when I replaced hers with fakes." My blood ran cold. If she had replaced Mindy's with fakes and used the real ones, and *I* had done the same... I grabbed her by the collar. "Which day? Which day did you swap them?" We eventually figured it out. I had replaced Mindy's birth control pills last month, so that month I had been using real pills, and then this month Haley had taken Mindy's real pills, and then later that same day I had taken Haley's fake ones for myself, thinking they were Mindy's real ones, and replacing them with my fakes. Mindy had been taking fake pills with babymaking hormones for 2 months so her pregnancy was inevitable. I had taken Haley's fakes this month, the fertility hormones countering the previous month's real pills, and Haley had only been on the real pills for a week-and-a-half when she had gotten spermed while playing Ride-a-Pole-y. We had probably all been impregnated that night, and since we had swapped partners there was no way to know who the fathers were! I know what you're thinking: why wouldn't forward-thinking ladies such as us just go get morning after pills, or abortions? Unfortunately, we live in one of those States where you can't get those pills, and you need the father's permission to get an abortion. When the guys found out they just took off, so that wasn't possible. In the end we all had to leave the University in disgrace when our conditions became obvious. Haley's and my family disowned us. There was no place for us to go, except... --- We walked into the small house that was our new home and put down our luggage. There was a light thumping sound approaching from the hallway, and then... "Haley! Dani! You're here!" Always with the obvious, Mindy. --- Krosis' home on the web: http://www.asstr.org/~krosis Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective ([email protected])

This story is the property of the author. It may be redistributed, copied and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial entities. Using this material in any commercial publication, including websites, without the express permission of the author, will be followed up with legal action. This fictional story was written for the entertainment of adults and should not be viewed by those under the legal age. This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. --- I Love My Brother (M-solo, F-solo, mf, Mf, MF, 1st, inc, nc, preg, reluc, rom) by Krosis of the Collective ([email protected]) --- I love my brother. I can admit it freely. You may judge me, but I know what is right in my heart. My name is Beth. Let me tell you my story... --- I was almost 17 when it started. I was in the change room at my school and heard some girls in the corner giggling, looking at something on the wall. When I got close I realized they were looking through a small hole, and on the other side was the boys' change room! I hung back, deliberately dressing slowly until the lunch bell rang. Once everyone had left I knelt down and had my own look through the hole. There, before me, was the first naked male body I had ever seen! The hole in the wall was small but it allowed me to see the side of the boy's toned midsection and his beautiful hard cock as he stroked it in the shower. I guessed that all of the other boys had left for lunch and he had stayed behind to whack off. It was the first penis I had ever seen, and it was beautiful. Based on what I know now I realize it was a little above average in length, and not thick, but not thin either. It looked just right. As I watched the boy stroke himself I felt an itching between my legs. I changed from kneeling to squatting and then snaked my hand under my skirt. I found that I was quite wet down there, watching this boy pleasure himself. I moved the crotch of my panties aside and started to play with my clit. After a minute or so I pushed a couple of fingers inside my pussy a little. They went in easy; I had never been so wet before. I imagined the boy's hard cock slipping into my wet, virginal depths, and I thrust my fingers inside myself in time with each of his strokes, mindful of my maidenhead. I could feel my orgasm build. It was going to be big. The boy's hand started to move faster, faster... White cream exploded from the tip of the boy's cock and I heard him grunt. I had already been fantasizing about that cock being inside me, and seeing it spurt like that made me wonder how it would feel for that gush of semen to splash my insides. I came hard on my fingers, gasping, almost losing my balance. I somehow managed to keep my eye lined up with the peephole, watching as smaller, weaker spurts of cum erupted from that cock. Finally, both of us were spent. I had experienced the strongest orgasm of my young life, and I hadn't even seen my fantasy lover's face! I kept watching as the boy finished his shower and walked away from the peephole. His ass was tight, with no fat showing anywhere. 'Turn,' I broadcasted my thoughts at him. 'Turn!' He toweled his hair dry and finally turned enough so I could see his face. I gasped. It was Avery, my big brother! But you knew that already, didn't you? If the title of this story wasn't enough, the preamble should have made it pretty obvious. This is an incest story, and you're still reading, so you must be okay with it. Maybe you're even turned on? I know I am. I masturbate often, thinking of that day. The day that I became obsessed with my brother and his magnificent cock. --- I was confused by my feelings at the time. He was my brother! You're not supposed to want to have sex with family! But we love our family, right, and married couples love each other, and they have sex...? I was pretty messed up. That year was my brother's last in high school, and it was only a month before the summer break started. I waffled back and forth between guilt, shame, and lust, but didn't act on my feelings before he went off on summer vacation with friends, followed by his moving to college. --- He sent emails and called on weekends. I was still masturbating almost every night thinking about his gorgeous body and hard cock. Finally, a boy in school asked me out during our last year in high school and we dated for a bit. I only said yes because he kind of reminded me of my brother. After a few months I was ready. We parked in a secluded area and had sex. It was awkward, with the lack of space in the back seat and making sure the condom was on right. His cock was actually kind of disappointing compared to Avery's, but I let him put it inside me. It hurt when my cherry popped but we managed to keep going. I didn't cum but he did, way too soon. All in all, it was nothing compared to the fantasy of my brother. I broke up with him a few days later. He asked if it was because he wasn't good at "doing it" and I didn't say no. --- Time passed. I didn't date anyone else. I graduated from high school and then it was Summer again. And then fate, beautiful, wonderful fate, gave me my chance. I was almost 18 and my parents informed me that they were going on vacation...without kids...in Hawaii! They had already discussed this with Avery and he was going to stay with me until they got back in 2 weeks. I was filled with mixed emotions. On one hand I was disappointed to not be able to go to Hawaii...on top of that, my parents thought I couldn't take care of myself for 2 weeks?! But those feelings were overshadowed by my delight at being alone in the house with Avery for all that time! --- When Avery arrived home I jumped into his arms. "Avery!" I yelled, holding on tight, wrapping my arms and legs around him. "Hey squirt," he said as he dropped his bags and gave me a warm hug. I pulled back and pouted. "I'm not a squirt; I'm a grown woman now." I crossed my arms under my breasts, which were stretching out the front of my t-shirt. He eyed my boobs for a moment, and then quickly looked away. "Guess you are," he murmured. "How are you, Beth?" I smiled, having caught him scoping my newly grown rack. "Better now," I said mysteriously, and then skipped away. --- I didn't really know how I would make my intentions known to Avery. He would glance at my shapely chest, butt, and legs in my t-shirt and shorts every once in a while as we prepared dinner. Would he make the first move if I kept showing off my goods? I didn't know. I never had to seduce anyone before. My ex-boyfriend had initiated everything. --- We watched a romantic movie the first night (my idea), and I asked him to rub my neck because I lied and said I had pulled a muscle. As his strong hands worked my neck and shoulder muscles I could feel my nipples hardening. I moaned softly. He worked on my neck until the movie ended, and then he stretched and said he was tired from the long drivefrom his college. We went to bed, separately. --- I was frustrated, lying in my bed one room away from my sexy brother. I was usually able to masturbate thinking about that one and only time I had seen his cock, but with him so close it was no longer about fantasy; I wanted the reality! Finally, I threw off the covers, donned a big t-shirt, and crept out into the hall. I could hear him softly snoring in his room. I quietly opened his door and padded to his bed. There was no change in his snoring pattern. I then slipped between the sheets. If he woke up I would just tell him I had a bad dream and didn't want to sleep alone. Carefully, I placed my palm on his chest and felt the definition of his muscles, toned through years of playing football in school, and now in college. I let my hands slowly wander downward, making sure I stayed aware of his breathing. No change. My mouth had gone dry. My hand brushed his penis, and then I deftly grasped it. It wasn't hard but it was warm. It jumped a little at my touch but his breathing didn't change. I slowly, carefully, started to stroke my brother's penis. I could feel it start to harden almost immediately. I was amazed at how fast it filled up with blood, and soon I had in my hand that magnificent cock that I had fantasized about for over a year. My pussy was throbbing. I could feel the moisture from it dampening my thighs. With my other hand I pulled my t-shirt up a bit and rubbed my clit with my finger. It still wasn't good enough. I needed his cock to touch me...to touch me down there. I moved closer to him, my face in his neck, and directed the head of his cock to my clitoris. It felt good. The warmth of his body and the fact that it was Avery's cock touching me in so intimate a place gave me the shivers. It felt good but it still wasn't enough. I shifted up a little and then moved my hips forward. With a little work, I managed to nudge the head of my brother's cock between my pussy lips. It felt wonderful. I needed more! I started to rub my clit and roll my hips as I ran my other hand up and down his shaft. I managed to get a little more of his cock inside me. Unlike my first boyfriend, Avery's cock was a good size, and I could feel my vagina stretching around it as I managed to slip it inside me bit by bit. This was becoming awkward and I didn't want to wake Avery, so I stopped rolling my hips and concentrated on the sensation of a couple inches of my brother's wonderful cock inside me as I stroked it and rubbed my clit. It felt GOOD! Unbeknownst to me, though, Avery had whacked off before dropping off to sleep, which is why he was sleeping so soundly. There was still a little bit of semen remaining in his urethra. My stroking of his cock had slowly coaxed that dangerous liquid up his shaft, and now it started to drip out the tip, which was embedded a couple of inches inside my hot and ready vagina. How could I know that, you ask? Well, aren't you the smarty pants? Shush. I was really close now, and quickly rubbed my clit, faster, faster... I came hard, gasping, thinking about the forbidden thing we were doing--*I* was doing. I did my best to keep quiet, but as my pussy throbbed around Avery's cock it was so pleasurable I almost cried out, right in my brother's face. I was finally able to calm down, and then I realized that Avery was no longer snoring. I froze. Did I wake him up? I waited, barely breathing. He didn't say anything. Was he awake? I continued to wait. While I waited, the drops of my brother's sperm-filled semen that had been deposited inside me had time to soak in, and the small amount of incestuous seed moved inward, searching for the prize. That might have been the one...maybe. Finally Avery started breathing heavily again, signalling he was asleep. I waited another couple of minutes, experiencing nice orgasmic aftershocks due to how wonderful it felt to have his still-hard cock inside me, and then I pulled back. Avery's cock slipped out of me and I felt empty. I knew I would try something like this again; I was hooked! I silently, carefully, left his bed and his room, and returned to mine. --- The next day Avery got a call from his high school friend Jasper. I listened from the next room, though I could only hear my brother's half of the conversation: "I'm fuckin' horny, man. Chelsea dumped me last month, and this morning I woke up with the biggest case of wood. Couldn't do anything about it because I had to make breakfast." "Uh huh...no way?" "Where is it?" "Really?" "Sounds kinda shady." Finally: "Okay, I'll try anything once. See you there at 1? Right...later, man." He ducked his head into my room. By this point I was pretending to be reading a magazine so he wouldn't suspect I had overheard his phone call. "Hey Beth, can you take care of yourself this afternoon? Gonna hang out with Jasper." "Sure," I responded, seemingly uninterested. Where was he going, and was it something about sex? Oh my God, was he going to a whorehouse? I had to follow him. There was no way I was going to let him go to a dirty place like that when I was more than willing to take care of his needs! --- I put on a sundress I had recently bought that Avery wouldn't recognize, big sunglasses, and tied my hair back under one of Mom's hats. I managed to spot him a couple of blocks away and then followed at a distance. Wherever he was going, it was within walking distance. After a few more blocks he entered a shop in a seedy party of town: the sign declared it as The Castle of Love. The racy ads in the window made it obvious that it was a sex shop. I kept an eye on Avery through the window as he and Jasper did that fist clasp and shoulder bump thing guys do when they greet each other. They went to the back of the shop, chatting, and I couldn't see them very well anymore. I went in through the front door and immediately hid behind one of the shelves, making sure they couldn't see me while trying to look like I was shopping and not spying. They paid the clerk and then he directed them to a door with a sword painted on the front. After they went in an older woman I hadn't noticed came up alongside me. "Two going in. Want to join me?" she asked. "Um," I said, confused. She took my hand. "Come on, they're cute. Should be fun." I followed the woman, who I guessed to be in her thirties, to the front counter. She dropped a twenty dollar bill on it and then both she and the clerk looked at me. I fished a $20 out of my purse and dropped it down on top of hers. The clerk grabbed the bills and directed us to another door on the same wall, this one with a picture of a medieval shield on it. The door opened to a hallway turning immediately right, and then another door. We went in. The room wasn't big, maybe 10' x 10', with a single dim light bulb hanging down, and it was empty except for a trash bin and a shelf with a box of tissues on it. A bell sounded from the other side of the far wall and I noticed that wall actually had several small holes in it, at about waist height, and what appeared to be handles on either side of the holes. The other woman went to one of the holes and knelt down, so I did the same. With a feeling of dj vu from my high school changing room adventure I was just lining my eye up to see what was on the other side when something poked out through it! It took me a moment to realize it was a hard penis and then I pulled back in surprise! It took me another moment to realize Avery and Jasper were in the next room, but the cock in front of me wasn't Avery's! I looked over at my companion. She had grasped Avery's cock and was stroking it. She looked back at me. "This is a niiice one," she whispered. I was instantly filled with jealousy. "Can I..." I whispered, a little loud, "Can I switch with you?" The woman paused, inspecting Avery's cock and looking over at Jasper's. She would definitely be trading down. "Pleeease," I urged, "I know him." The woman took pity on me, letting go of my brother's cock and standing up. "Okay, sweetie," she said, and then paused, "But if he's good for round two I get him, okay?" I nodded. Round two? We switched, just in time, as both boys started to thrust their cocks into the holes impatiently. I watched as the lady took Jasper's cock into her mouth, licking and sucking. I knelt down and looked at Avery's beautiful cock, now that my eyes had adjusted to the dim light. This was the first time I had seen it since that fateful day over a year ago, since last night I had only been able to touch it in the dark. The base of his cock was hidden by the wall, but it was as fantastic as I remembered. I put my lips to the head of his cock and kissed it. He stopped his impatient thrusting, waiting. I licked the head. I kept my eye on the lady sucking on Jasper's cock, since she seemed to know what she was doing. I followed her lead, putting the head of Avery's cock in my mouth and gave it a strong suck. I grasped his shaft with my hand and moved it forward and back, and then licked at the head some more. His penis got a little bigger. I was turning him on! My stomach fluttered at that thought. I had been distracted and didn't notice what my companion had done in the meantime. When I looked over again she was now facing away from the wall, her pussy embedded on Jasper's cock and her yoga pants and panties around her ankles as she used the handles on the wall to pull herself back onto her unseen lover's cock. I realized that was why the boys had come in here: to have anonymous sex, not just get their dicks sucked. I couldn't fuck Avery, here in front of this lady, could I? I watched as the woman gasped, her face in ecstasy as she slowed her movements, enjoying the feel of Jasper's cock slowly pushing back into her as she pulled on those handles. She whimpered as her butt finally pressed back flat against the wall, achieving maximum penetration. My panties were soaked at the thought of having Avery's fantastic cock inside me again, except this time not limited to just a couple of inches. The sexual atmosphere in the room only spurred me on; my brain was not working right. I turned around, whipped off my panties, and raised the back of my sundress, lining up that magnificent hard prong with my wet vagina. It took a couple of tries but then his cockhead pierced between my pussy lips. It felt fantastic. With some additional adjustments I managed to get his cock further inside me, about 2 inches, just like the previous night. My pussy felt like it was on fire, in a good way. The feeling of my pussy being stretched by his cock was almost overwhelming. It was awkward but then I remembered the handles on the wall. I reached back and pulled on them. Avery's cock went inside me another couple of inches. I gasped; it felt incredible! Using the handles, I pushed away from the wall a little, and then pulled back. More of that wonderful cock entered my almost virginal pussy, deeper than my first boyfriend had been able to go, and there was still more! My mouth was open and smiling at the ecstasy I was feeling. Finally, Avery's magnificent cock was inside me! Deeper, deeper... I pulled hard and my bottom thumped against the wall. I was stuffed full of incestuous cock, my legs shaking with pleasure. I had never felt this good without actually being in the throes of orgasm before. If it felt like this now, what would it feel like when I finally came? I wanted to find out. I pushed and pulled, sliding my brother's hard cock into my wet pussy over and over. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm deep within, small and distant, growing as I pushed back on that cock again and again. Soon I was almost there...almost there...just a little more...I could feel Avery's cock seem to get bigger inside my pussy, but all I knew was that it felt good, so good...oh...yes... I heard a muffled grunt, and then my brother's cock throbbed. The unexpected pulsing, wet feeling occurred so deep within my being that it set off my orgasm, and I started to cum HARD. I was so inexperienced with sex that I didn't realize that my unprotected pussy was being blasted full of potent, incestuous sperm, many of which had been wanting their chance to be inside my body since I had slipped some of Avery's cock into my pussy the previous night. I dimly heard another grunt from the next room and the lady next to me started to orgasm as well, calling out, "Yeah! Cum for me, big boy!" Now my fogged mind put two and two together and I dimly realized that Avery's cock was shooting dangerous seed deep inside my possibly fertile young womb, but I couldn't stop cumming. I cried out as another orgasm washed over me. My arms were locked in place, securing my pleasure-wracked body firmly against the wall so Avery's cum kept shooting as deep inside me as possible. Finally, I could let go of the wall handles and dropped to the ground, shaking with aftershocks from the greatest orgasm of my life. As my brother's cock vacated my vagina a copious amount of his sperm spilled out of me onto the floor, but I knew far more of it had been shot deep within my reproductive system. My companion came to check on me and noticed the puddle of cum. "Damn, girl, you trying to get pregnant?" She held out the filled and tied off condom resulting from her own coupling with Jasper and shook it. "If not, use one of these next time." Chuckling, she pulled her yoga pants back up and left on unsteady legs. It took some time to get back on my feet as well, and by that time Avery and Jasper were long gone, thank goodness. I had used some of the tissues the store provided in the room to clean up, but it kept dribbling out. Finally I just stopped up my pussy with some tissues and hobbled home. I showered and tried to push out as much of Avery's cum out of my pussy as I could, but not much more came out. That might have been the one. --- Avery wasn't home when I got back. After my shower I did some Internet searching. Based on my period schedule I had not been safe at all for the last day or two. I would have to be careful. I resolved to just masturbate, and maaaybe slip into my brother's bed at night for some (I thought) safe penis play. After dinner and some TV I went to bed. I was worn out from the powerful orgasm I had experienced earlier in the day, plus the exertion of using the wall handles in the sex store. I was in good shape, but you don't usually exercise those muscles at those angles. I woke up to the sound of a female voice giggling in Avery's room. He'd brought a woman home! I was going to confront him and then realized that that would be the worst thing to do. If he was going to get some then he would be angry at me for cockblocking him! If I didn't, though, he'd have sex with someone else! I was jealous and torn. I kept listening. It got quiet. I knelt on my bed and moved my ear to the wall to hear better. Gasps from her. Muffled "mm" sounds from him. That went on for a few minutes. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I started playing with my clit. I heard her getting louder and then she cried out softly in orgasm. It was a minute later when I heard the bedsprings creak and then another gasp, this time from both of them. I was pretty sure he had just penetrated her. Creak. Creak. Creeeeak. Creakcreakcreak. Yes, he was definitely fucking her. I was jealous, but also turned on. I thought about Avery sliding his hard cock into me, and pushed 2 fingers into my now sopping pussy, matching the creaking sounds of my brother's bed with my self-penetration. I knew what my brother's cock felt like in my pussy now; I didn't have to imagine it anymore. His cock had actually been inside me twice now, and he hadn't even known. That sent a mischievous thrill through me. That woman on the other side of the wall was only experiencing it for the first time; I had her beat! Avery's bed was now bumping the far wall rhythmically so I didn't need to press my ear to the wall anymore. I lay back on my bed and imagined his wonderfully hard cock deeply penetrating me as I thrust my fingers faster and faster into my pussy. Yes, yes, Avery...it's so good! I heard Avery grunt and his partner gasp, and then I reached my orgasm as well, flashing back to earlier in the day when I was cumming on his cock in the back room of the sex shop, imagining each throb of his penis as it shot his forbidden seed deep inside me. This orgasm wasn't as good as the one earlier, but it was nice. After a bit I heard Avery's lady friend head to the bathroom, and then a few minutes later she left out the front door. I lay there, wondering what to do. After a few minutes Avery started snoring softly. I didn't risk trying to slip into his bed that night. I had had a full load of sperm shot inside my possibly fertile pussy earlier that day, and was scared of what that might mean. I let sleep overtake me once again. --- The next day Avery said he would be hanging out with Danielle, an old school friend. Was that who he had fucked last night? I couldn't really ask. I went out to a movie. It was a romantic comedy, and the lead guy was handsome, like my brother. I was very turned on by the end of it. That night, while waiting for Avery to come home, I masturbated three times thinking about all those sexy things I had done in the last few days. I actually fell asleep afterward and didn't hear him come in. I woke up when I heard the front door close as Danielle left. Just like the previous night, I thought. I waited (mostly) patiently for Avery to start snoring. He didn't. I waited longer. Still no snoring. Finally, I threw on my shirt and went to his door. I still didn't hear snoring. I was really horny and frustrated by this point, and I was going to reclaim what was mine, and by that I mean Avery's cock. I quietly slipped into his room. Avery was breathing heavily but not snoring. I slipped into his bed and reached for his cock. It was already hard! I didn't know what that meant, but I was happy that I didn't have to coax Avery's dick to life. I raised my shirt, and then decided what the hell and took it right off. I would feel my brother's skin against mine tonight. Unlike last time, I turned around so my back was to him and we were spooning. I reached down between my legs and brought the head of his magnificent cock to the entrance of my pussy, rolled my hips, and worked it in. The position and the lubrication from my orgasms earlier that night made it easier than the last time I was in his bed. I was able to get half of his cock inside me this time before it got awkward. I lay there, enjoying the feel of his cock stretching me again as I played with my clit. After a minute or so of this his hand slipped up my hip and then cupped my right boob. I stopped moving. I was very near orgasm. My pussy was throbbing with need, and I couldn't move because I had to determine if Avery was awake or if this was just reflex. His hand loosely groped my boob. I was so close... His hips moved forward and his cock pushed into me a bit more. That, combined with the intimate new experience of having my boob squeezed, set me off. I almost lost control and cried out loudly as my pussy squeezed my brother's shaft, but instead I just gasped and grunted (mostly) quietly. What I didn't know was that Avery and Danielle hadn't had sex that night. Her period had started while they were playing around in bed and then she had informed him that period sex was disgusting. When Avery had asked her to give him a blowjob instead she had left, leaving my frustrated big brother with a hard dick and no release. He had fallen asleep soon after, and the next thing he knew his penis was halfway inside a very warm and wet pussy. Naturally, he assumed Danielle had come back and had had a change of heart. Also, he could tell they weren't using a condom, and obviously it was because she was on her period and couldn't get pregnant at that time of the month, right? Avery twisted and sat up behind my butt, keeping his cock inside me as he knelt over my extended lower leg. I was so surprised I couldn't do anything but squeak! I was still on my side. He pushed my upper leg up and then started thrusting. This position was unknown to me. I've since learned it's called "The Pretzel." All I knew at the time was that it felt incredible. I realized then that with everything that had happened in the last few days that I had never had all of Avery's cock inside me. Even in the sex shop that last inch or so was denied to me by the width of the wall separating us. Also, with the frustrating experience with Danielle earlier, his unfulfilled cock was harder than it had ever been. It touched a part of my body so deep that no one would ever be able to again. I felt full...I felt complete. I quickly came again, gasping. After a few more minutes he shifted my upper leg to the side so I was on my back and we were in a more traditional missionary position. And then he started to kiss me. This was amazing! He was a great kisser, as I knew he would be. I kissed him back fervently. He continued to fuck me. It felt incredible. After a few more minutes I came again. I was gasping into his mouth as we continued to kiss. I kept cumming. He squeezed my breasts and it felt wonderful. I kept cumming. Finally, my orgasms subsided and the dim realization that I was being fucked unprotected in the middle of my cycle percolated in my cum-addled mind. What could I do to stop him, though? He must have thought I was Danielle, who was probably on the pill or something for him to be fucking her unprotected. If I spoke he would know it was me and not her, and then the shit would really hit the fan! There was nothing I could do to stop him without revealing myself; nothing. I was afraid, but in love. I trusted my brother...he wouldn't hurt me...he would protect me. Avery sped up his thrusting. Despite the danger I could feel another orgasm blossoming deep within my body. I couldn't stop this, so I figured I may as well enjoy it. I crossed my legs behind his butt and pulled him deeper into me, kissing him passionately again. He kissed me back, his tongue snaking into my mouth. My brother wanted me! I knew he did. By now he had touched my body all over and he obviously enjoyed it...I was going to make him cum! Avery stopped thrusting and ground his crotch into mine. His cock got harder, and the grinding sensation stimulated my clit. I came hard, harder than anything previous, gasping into my brother's mouth as we continued to kiss. And then I felt his release, so very deep within me. The warm throbbing sensation that I had felt in the sex store's back room was happening again. Avery's potent cum was shooting into the depths of my pussy, some of it sliding through my cervix as it spasmed open and closed in time with my orgasmic throes. My orgasm rose like a tidal wave, overwhelming me like an epileptic fit, and I shook under his body as we became one. Finally, it was over and Avery collapsed on top of me. I continued to experience orgasmic aftershocks for several minutes, my reproductive system pulling more of my brother's seed into my womb. And then Avery started to snore. I lay there, Avery's still-hard cock embedded in me. He was so heavy...I couldn't get him off! Heh...I meant off of me...obviously I could get him OFF. I was rather proud of that fact, and that his cock had been inside me three times now, and stupid Danielle only twice (only once, really, but I didn't know it at the time). At some point I fell asleep. Avery's sperm pooled at the back of my vagina, soaking in to my depths. I think that was the one. --- I asked my mother one time how she had known when she was "with child". She had said that she just knew; there was a fluttering feeling deep inside her belly, or a flushing heat...it was hard for her to describe it to me. I awoke with that feeling. Mom had been right; it was hard to describe, but I knew... "I'm pregnant," I said, opening my eyes, a warm calmness washing over me. Avery raised his head and his eyes flew open, looking right into mine. We hadn't moved since our coupling last night, and now it was morning -- sunny, bright morning, where the cloak of night could no longer hide me. "BETH?!" He rolled to the side, off of me, realizing that he had been between my legs, and then realizing that both of us were naked. And then he noticed the puddle of dampness that had formed under my butt. "Oh my God...oh my God!" he muttered as he sat there. He tried to cover my nakedness with his blanket but I threw it off. I looked into his eyes again. "No regrets," I said, "I've wanted this for over a year now." "What--? What!?" he was freaking out. I leaned forward and kissed him. He was initially hesitant but I brought my body closer to his and held his chin as I continued to kiss him. Finally he settled down. And then I told him everything: the change room, my first time, and then this summer's antics: my first nightly visit, the sex store, and then last night. He listened, still a bit freaked out, but fascinated. He looked at me. "Did...did you say you were pregnant?" I looked over at his cock, now hard as a rock. "Maybe..." I lied. "Another load might do it." I then straddled his lap and started to run the head of his cock between my wet pussy lips. "Beth..." he warned. "No," I said firmly, "Look at your hard cock. You're obviously turned on by me and what we've done. We're going to make love now." And then I sank down on his prick. Avery groaned as a couple of inches went inside me. He watched me with awe as I pulled up a little and concentrated on getting his magnificent babymaker inside my young, lithe body. He watched my face, my breasts, my hips and crotch, as I sank down, down. After a few more attempts I had his cock all the way inside me. Both of us groaned at the pleasure of it. I was in charge. I teased him by moving my hips in a circular pattern. I took his hands and put them on my breasts. He kneaded the nipples and I started to bounce on his lap. I kept my eyes on his as we made love. In them could see the desire, the love of my brother and lover. I leaned forward and we kissed. I could feel his penis getting harder. The perversity of what we were doing was obviously a big turn-on for him, and he wasn't going to last much longer. It was perfect. I had all of his fantastic cock inside me, and I could see all of him. He knew it was me this time, and he loved it. I was finally claiming him as mine and he was a willing participant. I raised up again, grinding my crotch against his. "Put your baby in me," I urged. "Ohhh FUUUUCKKK!!" He cried out, grabbing my hips and pulling them down as he thrust his pelvis up for maximum penetration. As I felt his cock throb within me I came again. It wasn't an overwhelming orgasm like the previous times he had cum inside me, as I had been afraid and confused at those times. Instead it was a wonderful, rolling orgasm that spread from my womb outward, leaving a tingling feeling in my nipples after it had finished. I kissed him again, and he kissed me back. That wasn't the one, but I like to think it was. --- By the time Mom and Dad came back Avery and I had been fucking like rabbits for over a week. Our parents noticed that there was a difference in our relationship but we explained that we had had some personality conflicts early on, and then we had a heart-to-heart talk that had allowed us to come to an understanding. We also told them I would be moving in with Avery after the summer. He would be getting an off-campus apartment and I would get a job out there. In reality, Avery would get a job to support his new wife and child. Nobody out there knew me, so introducing me as his wife instead of sister would work, especially since I had the same last name! When Mom and Dad would inevitably find out about the baby I would explain it as a one night stand and absentee father, and that Avery had stepped in as a surrogate Dad, and was happy to do so. It was as I told you: my brother would protect me. I love my brother. I can admit it freely. You may judge me, but I know what is right in my heart. My name is Beth. Thank you for reading my story. --- Krosis' home on the web: http://www.asstr.org/~krosis Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective ([email protected])

The Twins Retribution Pt. 3 by Jedi Knight This is a fictional story intended for adults over 18 (21 in some areas). If you underage or not interested in explicit sexual content, go no further. Do not post on any website without written permission from the author. Send requests to [email protected]. Nora slumped back against the pillows breathing deeply, her hips still twitching with post orgasmic tremors. Her twin sister Ronnie lay next to her, propped up on one arm, tracing idle circles over Nora's still moist flesh, causing little sparks of pleasure to zip back and forth through her nervous system prolonging the joy they had just shared. Almost a year had passed since the terrible night Ronnie had been dumped on the curb by the men who had abducted her from work and brutally raped her. Nora's tender ministrations had awakened a sexual desire for each other that night that led to the discovery that they could hear the thoughts of the other as if the words had actually been spoken. Even more than that, however, it had enhanced and strengthened the natural bond all twins feel to the point that even raw emotions were felt as if they were their own. As a result, their lovemaking had an intimacy and intensity that took them to heights of passion they wouldn't have believed possible. Nora reached over and caressed Ronnie's luscious breasts, bringing a soft purr of contentment from her sister. Carefully shielding her thoughts she reflected on everything that had happened to the two of them over the last ten months. The terror and brutality of the rape were bad enough, but the nightmares had been the worst by far. She'd lost count of the nights Ronnie had been jolted awake screaming in terror as her subconscious replayed the events of that night in her dreams like a sleazy videotape. Thankfully, those dreams had all but disappeared and it had been weeks since the last time. She knew that her love and lovemaking had been more help in her sister's healing process than any shrink could have been. Glancing at the clock on the night stand, she folded Ronnie into her arms for a brief hug and a moist, tender kiss. 'Come on, sis, its almost eight and we promised Lisa we'd meet her at the club at nine,' she thought. 'Move that beautiful ass of yours!' An hour later, they pulled into the parking lot of the little jazz club where they had met Elise several months earlier. The stunning blond had triggered something in them that night that led to an incredible night of lovemaking. That first encounter had since blossomed into a deep mutual affection between the three, making them almost inseparable. Elise was standing next to the door as they walked up, a warm smile of welcome on her full lips. They exchanged hugs and a kiss, then went into the intimate little club. They had become regulars at the club, and received several friendly greetings from the bartender, the waitress, and several of the other patrons. Completely at ease in the friendly environment, they sat in their favorite booth and ordered a carafe of wine, settling in to listen to the sensuous jazz and chatter about their day as close friends do. Two hours passed quickly. Just as the jazz trio was leaving the small stage for their last break between sets, the girls heard a loud disturbance at the door. Five burly men in work clothes stomped in, obviously drunk as lords. They made immediately for the bar without glancing around at the rest of the patrons. The biggest of the five pounded on the bar, loudly demanding a round of shots and beers back as they jostled each other for position at the bar. The patrons already at the bar quickly moved to other seats away from the group, a few finishing their drinks and leaving. Exchanging glances, the girls silently agreed to call it a night and leave, when Ronnie suddenly gasped and went deathly pale, her fingers gripping Nora's arm so tightly her nails drew little droplets of blood. Nora felt a sickening wave of fear and revulsion wash over her, and she knew instantly that one of the men had been part of the group that had raped her sister. A rage as cold as the void of space began to build in her. Even Elise picked up on the feelings of rage, fear, and disgust emanating from the twins. She realized that these were the men Nora had told her about months before. Her eyes narrowed, giving her a hard, dangerous look. "Wait here till I come back," she said, slipping out of the booth before Nora could stop her. The twins watched anxiously as Elise slowly made her way by a roundabout path to the bar on the far side of the group. As soon as they saw her approaching, there was a chorus of lewd catcalls and suggestive remarks, especially from the big man who was apparently the leader of the group. Elise, a hard smile on her lips, sashayed up to the group in her best 'bad girl' walk and elbowed her way among them until she was standing in front of the big man, eliciting another round of leers and catcalls. "Buy a girl a drink?" she said, her voice low and husky and sensual. "You bet, baby, anything you want!" The man threw a crumpled twenty at the bartender. "Give her whatever she wants, sport." His eyes swept up and down her body, pausing pointedly to stare at the abundance of her breasts and the lushness of her hips and crotch. "You lookin' for some action, sweet thing, or you just slummin' like us?" "Depends on what you're offering, honey," Elise said softly, batting her lashes at the man. He's kind of cute in a crude sort of way, she thought, but he'll never get into MY panties, and oh, is he going to pay. "I've got a bottle of good bourbon, some good grass, and a big bed all for you, baby," he grinned. "And I'll make it worth your while, too." He flashed a fat roll of hundred dollar bills at her. Elise's eyes widened briefly at the sight of what looked like a couple thousand in cash. Mistaking her reaction for greed, the man grinned ear to ear and poked one of his buddies in the ribs. "I think we can work something out," Elise purred. Smiling, she reached down and gave the man's cock and balls a healthy squeeze, feeling the large cock swell instantly. Good, she thought to herself, a stiff cock turns off the brain. "Okay, honey. How about I do all five of you for two thousand?" She flashed her best "come fuck me, big boy" smile at the group. "And you can be first." A couple of the men gave low whistles of approval, the leader standing up a bit straighter as if it were only his due from his minions. "You're on, honey. Here's the address of the motel," he said, writing it down on a bar napkin. "And here's a C-note in advance, just to seal the deal. You'll get the rest when you show up." "I'll be there in an hour," Elise said, smiling, a secret surge of satisfaction flushing her body. She turned and walked away toward the ladies room, leaving the men staring after her. As she entered the bathroom, she paused in the doorway, turning to blow a kiss to them. A couple of them gulped and hastily downed their drinks, then the group beat a hasty retreat, almost tripping over each other in their eagerness to get out the door. Elise waited a couple of minutes, peeking through a crack in the door until she was sure they were gone. Then, she hurried back across the bar to the both where the twins sat with worried looks on their faces. As she sat back down, she was hit with a barrage of questions. Shushing them, she began to lay out her plan. "Okay, I've got these guys primed for a night of hot fucking. They think I'm a working girl and I'm supposed to meet them at this motel in an hour for the fun and games. What they don't realize is that we're going to turn the tables on them and make them pay for what they did to Ronnie, " she confided, "and oh man, are they gonna pay!" A cold shiver ran down Nora's back at the hard tone of Lisa's voice. She had a feeling she wouldn't want to be in their shoes. Elise went on to lay out the details of her idea, repeating it until the twins had it down pat. Finally, she reached out and took each of their hands in her's, looking intently into their eyes to reassure them that the plan would work. With a nod from each twin, the three stood up and made their way out of the bar to their cars, going to get what was needed to carry out their revenge. Retribution Forty-five minutes later, they reunited a block up the street from the motel, parking in a small cul-de-sac off the main road where the vehicles were hidden from casual scrutiny. Elise had changed into a slinky, black knit dress with thin straps that hugged her voluptuous form like a second skin. Even in the dim light of the streetlamp half a block away, Nora could tell she had nothing on underneath. A feeling of apprehension and misgiving surged through her at what they were about to do, but she bit her lip and kept quiet seeing the look of steely determination on Elise's face as the blond opened her purse and took out a deadly looking flat black automatic pistol, expertly popping the magazine to check its contents. Satisfied, she slid the magazine back into the grip locking it in place with an audible click, then pulled the slide back and let it spring forward to chamber the first cartridge. She flipped the safety on, then looked up at the twins, looking intently into their eyes for a long moment. Satisfied that they were ready, she nodded, and began to walk up the street to the motel. The twins lingered for a count of 30 then followed, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. Elise arrived in front of the door to the room listed on the address the men had given her, took a deep breath and knocked three times. A few seconds later, the door opened a couple of inches and a bearded face peered out through the crack. A wide grin split the man's face when he saw Elise standing there hipshot, a sexy half smile curling her lips. "Come on in, babe!" The man stood aside and held the door open for her, sweeping his arm in a sham courtly gesture toward the inside of the room. Elise stepped into the room, rolling her hips fluidly, playing the roll to the hilt. The twins, concealed in the bushes 30 feet away, could hear a chorus of wolf whistles as she entered, then the door shut with a thud, the audible click of the lock floating across to them. Hearing the lock snap shut, Nora cursed silently to herself as they crept up beside the window. 'I hope she can pull this off' she thought, 'or she's in for a long night.' Despite the curtains pulled across the window, there was a gap near the bottom that was wide enough both twins could see into the room with a clear view of all but the corners on either side of the window. There were two standard motel beds against the far wall, and a door leading to the bathroom on the opposite side. A small table with a phone was against the wall just inside and below the window, with a small lamp casting a dull yellow glow. Good, she thought, the lamp will keep them from seeing us looking in. The five men were lounging on the two beds and against the far wall, with the leader leaning back against the headboard of the far bed with his hands clasped behind his head, a lewd rictus of a smile playing across his lips. Nora saw Elise move into view between the window and the bed, the black dress showing off her charms to superb advantage. Nora could see the lust smouldering in the eyes of every one of the five men, and once again a flash of fear gripped her heart, but she quickly suppressed it, knowing the fat was in the fire and there was no turning back. The twins could hear their voices but could not understand the words. That proved unnecessary, however, because it was obvious that Elise was taking care of the business transaction first. She saw the leader dig into his pants pocket and fish out the huge roll of bills, then begin to count out twenty hundred dollar bills. He fanned them out and flipped them back and forth a few times, then stuck his huge paw out toward Elise. As she reached for the money, he yanked his hand back briefly, laughing, then handed her the money. Elise took it, counted it again, then nonchalantly stuffed it into the inside pocket of her purse. Then she did a slow bump and grind as she moved back toward the window and the small table. She said something and one of the men reached over to the night stand between the beds and turned on the radio, the sound of a local rock station filling the room. Elise resumed her burlesque routine, slowly doing an expert strip tease. Her fingers slid up and down her sides sensuously, then slid up and caught the left strap of her dress and kicked it off her shoulder. She repeated the maneuver on the right strap, and turned away from the men toward the window as she slowly lowered the top of her dress down to her waist. Nora could see her straining to see if they were in place outside the window, but she didn't pause in her dance. Folding one arm across her breasts, she turned back to the group, her other hand at her head shaking out her long blond tresses. The men said there transfixed as she slowly pushed the dress down over her hips, pausing at the point just before it would drop free to the floor, doing another slow pirouette. The twins could see the dress had stopped just a inch above Elise's shaved pussy, concealing what the men most desired for another instant or two. As Elise turned back, she gave the dress a final nudge and it slipped into a puddle of black mesh around her ankles. By this time, the men were almost panting like dogs, licking their lips repeatedly trying to compensate for suddenly dry mouths. Elise kicked the dress to the side, ending the dance by standing with her legs a few feet apart, her hips doing a hard bump and grind that ended with her throwing her shaved pussy at the men in a lewd taunt. The leader stood up and started to walk toward her, but Elise held up her hand, and said something the twins couldn't quit understand. The man stopped and grinned, looking around the room at his buddies, nodding. Then, all five men stood and began to remove their own clothing, throwing it haphazardly in every direction in their haste. As the last one pulled his final sock off, Elise leaned up against the table, her hand slipping back to dig into her purse that was concealed behind her lush ass. The twins saw her pull the pistol out and hold it ready behind the small of her back, the safety off and her finger caressing the trigger. The men had moved around to the end of the beds, lined up like a police lineup, with the obvious difference that their cocks were all standing at rigid attention. The leader and one other man were slowing stroking their hardons, grinning in anticipation. The leader's cock was very large, Nora saw, but the black man next to him had a truly stupendous cock, jutting out from his loins at least 14' , looking as if it was as big around as a soda can. Nora looked in awe at the huge coal black dick, realizing that this must be the man that had damn near killed Ronnie by fucking her in the ass. Suddenly, the laughter and grins disappeared as Elise snapped erect, feet wide and both arms swinging up to grasp the pistol in a two-handed grip. The twins jumped up and moved quickly to the door just as Elise edged sideways and popped the latch on the lock. Checking to make sure their ski masks were pulled tightly over their faces, they opened the door quickly and stepped into the room. They saw the eyes of the men widen in surprise as they kicked the door shut. The leader started to move, a sulfurous curse on his lips, but he stopped so suddenly he almost fell when Elise barked "FREEZE, ASS HOLE!" Now, the men realized they were in deep trouble and began to edge back away from Elise and her deadly friend. The twins tossed a heavy sport bag on the table and quickly unzipped it. Meanwhile, Elise made the five men lay down on their stomachs and put their hands behind their backs. She nodded at the twins, who moved quickly to the first man on the left and used some heavy nylon tiedowns much like the police used instead of handcuffs around the man's wrists. Moving with quick efficiency, they did the same to the other four, using two each on each man just for insurance. Once all five had been secured, Elise relaxed and started pacing back and forth, heaping abuse on the men. Finally, she stopped pacing and began to lay out what was going to happen. "This will be a night you boys will never forget. You have my word on that. If you want to see the dawn, you'll do everything I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. If you don't, I guarantee you won't like the consequences!" She glanced over her shoulder at the twins, and seeing that they had finished their preparations, walked over and turned the leader half over with the toe of her pointed spike heeled pump. "Get up on your knees, dickhead, and be quick about it! You guys abducted and raped a friend of mine awhile back, and tonight is pay back time." An evil chuckle emanated from Elise's lips, her eyes as cold as stone as she gazed into the leader's eyes. She saw to her immense satisfaction that a look of terror was beginning to build in his eyes. She stepped to the side and poked the big black man in the mass of muscle at the base of his neck, eliciting a sharp cry of pain as the toe of her pump jammed into his neck. "Get up on your knees!" "Okay, boss man, you're gonna find out what its like to suck a big black dick, and you better do a good job if you know what's good for you!" "No fuckin' way, you cunt!" The leader spit at her. That brought him a slap on the side of the head with the heavy pistol, splitting his scalp causing a rivulet of blood to run down the side of his face. Elise pressed the muzzle of the pistol savagely into the man's temple and leaned in close to his face, her eyes glinting in fury. "Do it, you fuck, or I'll blow your brains all over that bed!" Sensing his life was hanging by a thread, the man quickly bend down and put his lips around the huge head of the other man's now limp cock. It was still huge, a full eight inches soft, but it was still a mouthful because it was as thick as a log. He began to noisily suck on it, glancing nervously at Elise out the side of his eye. "All the way in, honey, and make him enjoy it. I want to see that big black cock standing at attention." She turned briefly back to the twins, seeing that Ronnie was aiming the video camera right at the action, twisting the telephoto ring to bring it in up close and personal. She smiled and turned back to see him trying to take in all of the monster cock. The big black man closed his eyes and put his head back, obviously enjoying the efforts of his erstwhile compatriot. Elise chuckled to herself, the man's reaction confirming her belief that a stiff dick knew no conscience. After several minutes the leader had managed to overcome his gag reflex and was deep throating almost all 14 inches of the huge cock, leaving a glistening coat of spit every time he pulled back and forth. Elise could see the black man's buttocks starting to clench in preparation for pumping his load of sperm down the other man's throat, a low growling moan of pleasure escaping from his lips. His hips started to pump his monster cock in and out, and she could see his muscular body starting to tense up even more. She poked the black man in the ribs with the muzzle of the pistol, telling him to let her know when he was going to come. A few seconds later, his whole body went rigid and he croaked out "now!", his voice barely audible. Elise grabbed the leader's hair and yanked his head back off the man's cock just as it spewed his first blast of semen, the thick white cream splattering right between his eyes before he had a chance to close them. Blinded by the sticky fluid, all he could do was receive the rest. The huge cock pumped blast after blast onto the man's face until it was running in thick streams down his face where it dripped off his chin onto his hairy chest. When the final spurt finally came, he was covered from crown to navel with the stuff. The black man, his strength almost sapped by the best orgasm he'd ever experienced, sagged back against the bed breathing like a marathon runner at the end of a race. Elise didn't give him time to recover, however, prodding him until he heaved himself back to an upright position. "Lick it off of him, ALL of it!," she said, gesturing with the pistol toward the come drenched leader. The black man looked at her with hate-filled eyes, but didn't say a word. Instead, he leaned over and began licking his own spunk off the man's face, slowly moving down his body to get all of it. Elise turned toward the two men to the left and told one of them to face the end of the bed and lean over it on his chest. She made the second man move in behind him on his knees. She stepped up behind him, kneeling down, then reached around with her left hand and grabbed his cock in her hand and started to pump it. Despite his fear, the man's body began to respond after a few moments, his seven inch cock slowly rising to full erection. Elise stood up and used her foot to kick the thighs of the man laying over the end of the bed until his legs were spread as far apart as they could go, causing the cheeks of his ass to spread apart exposing his puckered ass hole. Stepping back, she took the hard cock in her hand again pulled on it until the man had moved up tight against the thighs of the man on the bed. She bent down and spit on the head of his dick, then placed it against the puckered orifice in front of him. "Now, ram it up his ass, hard. I want to see it all the way in on the first stroke." The man hesitated, eliciting a crack on the back of his head from Elise's pistol. Squirming a bit, he began to push as hard as he could, the spit on the head of his cock providing barely enough lubrication to force the glans into the other man's ass hole. He strained harder, and suddenly his cock slammed past the resisting ring of muscle. The sudden release caused him to fall forward over the other man's back which in turned buried his cock up to his balls in the man's ass. The man on the bad let out a choking scream as the hard cock ripped into him, trying desperately to pull away from the red hot pain that erupted in his ass. The bed prevented him from doing so, and his scream tapered off into sobbing whimpers of agony, the muscles in his back and legs twitching spastically. "Now fuck him like you fucked my friend, and don't let up if you know what's good for you," Elise snarled in the man's ear. He nodded quickly and began pumping his cock in and out of the other's ass, grimacing in discomfort until enough moisture from the man's rectum had covered his cock, enabling him to bury it deeply on each stroke. The twins stood behind the video camera on its tripod, staring in awe at the spectacle before them. The savageness of what they were witnessing caused the adrenalin to pump through their bodies like fire, and both girls discovered to their dismay that it was turning them on. Both sets of nipples had swollen to stiffness, poking out the fabric of their tight fitting pullovers. Their pussies were beginning to itch and throb, their juices staining the crotch of their denims as it oozed out. Nora could no longer stand it, and popped the snap on her pants, plunging her hand into her panties to bury two fingers deep into the hot wetness of her pussy. Grinding the heel of her hand against her clitoris, she began to pant as her orgasm began to build. Ronnie, adjusting the camera to get all the action in the shot, was kneading her right breast and nipple from base to tip, her fingers grabbing the nipple and pulling hard on it with each pass. As soon as she finished with the camera, her left hand reached down a began massaging her pussy through her denims. Elise glanced over at them, grinning from ear to ear as she saw their self ministration begin to take its toll. She looked over at the black man and saw that he had finished licking his sperm from the leader's body and that his cock had begun to get hard again. 'He's starting to get off on this,' she thought. 'Time for him to get a reality check.' The other two men were now in the throes of arousal; the man on the bed beginning to moan as the pain turned to pleasure, while the other was panting heavily and beginning to pump faster and harder as he neared climax. Elise then stepped over to the remaining man on the other side of the room. He whimpered as she approached, cowering against the wall. "Lady, please, I didn't have anything to do with raping your friend," he pleaded. "I wasn't even in town until three months ago!" Elise paused, then kicked the leader hard in the ass with the sharp point of her shoe. "Is that right, scumbag?" She leaned down, shaking his head by the hair. "Was he involved?" "No, you bitch. He's ain't been here till three months ago, like he says." The hatred and humiliation from the man was almost a physical thing. Elise turned back to the other man. "Okay, sport, we'll go easy on you. But you've seen what's going on here so we have to make sure you keep your mouth shut." Just then, Elise heard a loud groan and 'oh, fuck, I'm coming!' from the man pumping his cock into the ass hole of his friend. She looked over just in time to see him go rigid as he buried his hard cock deep into the other's ass. She could see his balls pulsating as he spewed shot after shot of hot sperm into the depths of the man in front of him. The man on the bed squirmed and shook as the hot blast of semen deep in his bowels triggered his own orgasm. His rigid cock shot his load against the end of the bed, where it dripped down onto the floor between his spread legs. The man buried in his ass gave a final shudder and slumped over onto him, pinning him to the mattress. After several seconds, unable to support himself any longer, he slumped sideways, his partially rigid cock pulling out of the man's ass with an audible pop. Elise could see his cream pumped back out of the man's ass hole as it slowly opened and closed like an angry red eye, running down the backs of his thighs in thick rivulets. Abandoning all pretense, the twins had shucked their denims and panties, and were openly fingering each other's pussy with one hand while the other tugged and pinched rock hard nipples. Their breathing was ragged, and their breasts heaved with lust as they strained to bring each other off in concert. Finally they couldn't stand up any longer and fell to the floor behind the tripod, scissoring their legs together so their sopping wet pussies came together in a sticky meshing of passionate flesh. Each grabbing the leg of the other, they ground their cunts together in a motion as old as time itself. As their lust reached crescendo level, they were slamming their pussies into each other as hard as they could until both girls arched their backs stiffly and cried out in a mutual orgasm. The intensity was so great that they saw bursts of color behind their tightly closed eyes, punctuated by little sparkling fireflies of white light. Nora's pussy was pumping her juice out in a torrent with little spurts flying out to soak both girl's loins in a glistening mess of spunk that filled the room with the aroma of hot pussy. Finally, the magnificent sensations of ecstacy began to subside, and both girls collapsed in exhaustion on the carpet, their hips still locked together doing a slow soft grind as their bodies tried to extract the last bit of pleasure. Elise found herself beginning to reach a point of need that would soon have to be taken care of, but she had more immediate things to consider. The leader and the black man had pretty much recovered from their first bout, and it was time for the grand finale. She motioned for the fifth man to move over next to the other two, noticing that he did so quickly, hoping to ingratiate himself. Ignoring his obvious attempt, she squatted down in front of the other two. "This is where it gets good, guys," she said. She pointed at the black man and motioned for him to get on his knees with his head down on the carpet. Then she had the leader kneel directly in front of him, the man's soft cock hanging down and touching the man's hair. "Now, you can return the favor and get your rat leader up and hard," poking the black in the shoulder. "Get to it." While he raised up and began to suck on the cock in front of his face, Elise motioned for the third man to kneel next to the leader. After a few minutes the leader's cock was sticking out from his loins, throbbing, the head reddish and angry looking. "Scoot around behind him, sport." said Elise, then motioning the other man to take the leader's place in front of the black man. "Start sucking on him. Make him enjoy it." Turning back to the leader, she looked at him coldly, wishing she could just shoot him outright. Instead, she grinned evilly, and leaned in close to his face until her breath was hot and moist on his skin. "Now you get to fuck HIM in the ass, lover!" She stuck out her tongue and licked him across the face in a gesture of derision, reminding him of what he was never going to get, a faint taste of sperm flashing across her taste buds. The man's pride and his good sense were battling like demons in his head, a wild look of a trapped and desperate animal playing across his face. Finally good sense prevailed and he began to stuff his hard cock between the dusky ass cheeks in front of him. After some brief fumbling getting into position, he made contact with the man's puckered ass hole and shoved hard, sinking in several inches before the dryness stopped him. The man before him gave a short bark of pain, but kept on sucking on the dick in his mouth. The pain in his ass began to subside somewhat as the other man began pumping in and out, lubricating his tight ass hole after several strokes. The leader was gritting his teeth as he tried to stave off the beginnings of pleasure, but only succeeded in speeding up the process. Soon his head was back, his eyes closed and his mouth open, pumping into the tight hot hole in front of him. The black man was equally aroused by then, and responded by pushing his ass back toward the invading cock on each inward stroke. All the while, he was sucking on the cock in his mouth like a vacuum cleaner gone mad. The fifth man, himself consumed by lust, began fucking into the mouth before him, straining to unload his sperm into the man's mouth. With an incoherent cry, he slammed the head of his cock deep into the other's throat and exploded, the jets of come momentarily gagging the black man as he tried to swallow around the engorged head of the cock buried almost to his tonsils. With a final shudder, and a last spurt, the fifth man's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed in a heap on the floor, out cold from the tension, the adrenaline, and the mind numbing orgasm. The last was too much for Elise, who grabbed the semi- conscious Ronnie and dragged her out into the area between the camera and the beds. She quickly straddled Ronnie's face, a knee on each side, and lowered her dripping cunt onto Ronnie's lips, her hips ticking slightly back and forth in anticipation. Ronnie mumbled something unintelligible, reaching up to cup the cheeks of Elise's ass to pull her pussy down tight against her mouth. Her tongue plunged deep into Elise's flowing pussy, her lips closing over the outer lips and clit like a suction cup. Flogging her tongue back and forth and all around, and sucking for all she was worth, she pushed Elise over the edge into a quick but savage orgasm that had skyrockets going off in Elise's brain. Ronnie gulped down the flood of love juice that burst from Elise but kept up her assault at its frantic pace, not allowing her lover to recover from the first orgasm. Elise, barely able to hold herself upright, watched the leader savagely pistoning his big cock into the black man's ass as Ronnie's continued attack on her pussy stoked her fires to white heat. Second by second, her passion ratcheted up and up until she was hanging on the precipice. She strained to make that last little bit that would push her over the edge, but was unable to get there until she saw the man pumping his partner's ass slam into it and begin to howl as he filled the man's ass hole with ropes of sticky sperm. Something snapped in the depths of Elise's brain and she felt a flash of intense heat engulf her body accompanied by a white hot burst of light in her head. She fell forward trying to catch herself on her hands, but only partially succeeded. Struggling to regain control, she saw little sparkles in front of her eyes as if she'd stood up too fast. The leader had pulled out of the black man and was slumped against the end of the bed; the other man lay over on his side, both gasping. Elise forced herself to stand up, then helped Ronnie regain her feet. She pulled Ronnie in close and plunged her tongue deep into her mouth in a passionate kiss, tasting her own juices and smearing them all over her own lips and chin. Breaking the kiss, she wiped her arm across her mouth, once again in command of her faculties. She gently pushed Ronnie back behind her toward Nora, then stepped forward one step. "You guys have had a little taste of what its like to be raped. By rights I should shoot all of you for what you did, but I think my solution is much better. You see, we've got the whole thing on video, and your faces are the only ones anyone will be able to see. We're going to photograph your ID's as well, so that anybody who see's this tape with know exactly what kind of perverts you are. Now," she paused for dramatic effect, "you're going to confess to what you did, and tell exactly who did what to my friend, starting with you." She pointed the pistol at the leader. "Start talking." With a bit of prodding, he recounted how they had seen Ronnie leaving from work for several nights, alone, and decided to grab her and have some fun. Then he told what he'd done to her in the woods that night. One by one, Elise had the others move in front of the camera and tell what they'd done, except for the fifth man who had not been involved. During the confessions, Nora had gathered the wallets from each man's pants and extracted the ID, and when they were finished, she held up one up in turn so that Ronnie could get a clear shot of it. Once that was done, and Elise and the twins had put their clothes back on and packed up the gear, Elise made all five lay back down on the floor on their stomachs. She tossed a worn nail file on the carpet in front of them. "It'll take you awhile to do it, but you can use that to free yourselves. We'll be long gone by then." She started to turn to go out the door where the twins waited for her, but paused. "Copies of this tape will be made and sent to several lawyers with instructions to play it if anything, and I mean anything, happens to me or my friends. If you don't want anyone to find out about this, forget you ever heard of us." With that, she turned and quickly left the room, closing and locking door on the way. Grinning, she gathered the twins in her arms and the three hugged each other in triumph. They then ran off into the darkness. An hour later they were assembled again in Elise's living room. The lights were turned down low, and two chilled bottles of wine were leaving rings of condensation on the low table in front of the sofa. Elise, with the twins seated on either side of her, pointed the remote for the VCR and clicked 'play.' They had stripped out of their clothes the instant they had arrived, and now sat waiting for the tape they had made to start. Their bodies were flushed with adrenaline as they relived the adventure, a delicious scent of aroused womanhood filling the dark room. Before the first ten minutes was finished, the tape was forgotten and the three were in a lustful tangle on the floor, each girl feasting on the pussy of another. Hours later, the first light of dawn turned the dark room to gray, revealing the three of them sleeping entwined with each other, their lust satiated for the moment.

When my boyfriend Jason told me he was going away on a camping trip for a week with a bunch of his mates, I wasn't very impressed. I had taken a couple of weeks off work and was looking forward to spending it with him. Jason and I had been going out for about six years and it had been pretty good, as relationships usually are at the start. The last year though, we had been arguing more, usually about stupid little things. This wasn't the first time that Jason had gone away camping with his friends. Weekend trips away happened about once every month or two. They were fishing trips mostly. Lately I had become suspicious about these so called fishing trips and was wondering if there was something more to them. It crossed my mind on more than one occasion that maybe Jason was cheating on me and this time, when he said he wanted to go away for a week, I put my foot down and insisted on coming along. In hindsight I think I was suspicious about Jason because of a guilty conscience. I had screwed around on him quite a few times. My job takes me away to conferences and seminars fairly regularly. They usually only go for a couple of days but every now and then they go for a week or more. I didn't usually have any problem going without sex for a day or two but the first time that I went away forover aweek was only four months after I started going out with Jason. I met a guy and slept with him on the second night of the two week seminar, and again every night after that! Every year from then on, I fucked at least two or three other guys at various conferences, but I always came back to Jason. I should tell you a bit about myself. My name is Brianna and I live in Melbourne, Australia. I'm 175cm tall. I have longish, dark brownhair, about down to my shoulder blades. I am very fit because I work out every day. I'm fanatical about it. I haven't missed a day at the gym in years! My breasts aren't particularly large but they aren't small either. My friends say I'm pretty and I guess I am, although I don't think I would ever make it as a super model or anything like that. I'm 27 years old and quite a successful business woman. I think I will keep the nature of my business to myself as I have used my real first name, so I can't add too much detail or someone might put two and two together and figure out who I am. Jason wasn't very happy about me coming along on this particular trip, which only made me more suspicious. We went to a campsite somewhere in the Grampians. That's amountain range not too far from Melbourne. I wasn't really into camping and when Jason finally agreed to let me come along, I regretted it almost instantly. If he really was planning something other than camping, he would never have agreed to let me come, so I knew I had made a mistake, but I couldn't change my mind now. Not after all the fuss I had made. We got to the campsite and we were the last to arrive. There were nine other guys there and I was the only girl. I was instantly uncomfortable with the whole situation and Jason was still mighty pissed off with me, so this didn't look like being a fun week. The other guys were surprised to see me turn up with Jason, as this was supposed to be a blokes only sort of trip, but they were friendly enough. They were friendlier than Jason was being at the moment anyway. He was still pissed off with me and a bit embarrassed about turning up with his girlfriend. I was feeling pretty bad about the whole thing as well. It was obvious now that I was mistaken about Jason cheating on me and I thought I would make it up to him tonight in our tent. Jason was cold to me the whole rest of the day and bit by bit I changed from feeling guilty to getting annoyed with him as well. He was drinking pretty heavily that night as we all gathered around the camp fire. I was trying to be nice to him, using the cold as an excuse to snuggle up to him and getting very flirty. I could see the other guys watching me and I knew that as they watched me coming on to Jason, they were wishing they had a woman with them as well. Jason still wasn't interested though and when we finally went to bed that night, he was out like a light within seconds of his head hitting the pillow. To make matters worse, he snored like you wouldn't believe and I got very little sleep that night. Things were a little better the next day. Jason wasn't being cold to me anymore but he also wasn't interested in sex that morning. He was seriously hung over and looked like shit. He also smelled very bad! We got up and got the fire going again. I tried to help out a bit with the cooking but I had never cooked on an open fire before and the guys very quickly but politely suggested I go and sit down. After lunch I wanted Jason to come with me and do some hiking but he was feeling a bit unwell so I ended up going alone. I was gone for a couple of hours and when I returned, the guys were already drinking heavily. I didn't want Jason getting seriously drunk again so I suggested he slow down a bit, but that just pissed him off again. It was obvious he really didn't want me being there. I had worked up a bit of a sweat with all my hiking and really needed to bathe but the river was freezing cold. One of the guys had brought along a bush shower, that's just a canvas bag that you hang from a tree and fill with water. It has a shower head attached to it but the water doesn't last long so you have to be quick. The shower was out in the open off to the side of our campsite so I went into our tent and changed into my swimsuit. It was a tiny little white bikini and while I had worn it many times at the beach with hundreds of other bathers, somehow it was different wearing it here where I was the only one in a swim suit andnine guys were watching me shower. I discreetly turned away as I lifted my bikini top and washed underneath. I could feel all eyes watching me as I put my soapy hand inside my bikini bottoms and washed between my legs. The water was quite cool butwouldn't have been too bad if it wasn't forthe wind chill. I got very cold as the wind blew and my nipples got very hard. When the shower water ran out, I threw a towel around me and moved closer to the fire as I tried to dry myself as quickly as possible. I could see my nipples poking out through the flimsy material of my bikini and I knew all the guys around the fire could see it as well. About the only person who didn't seem to notice was Jason who was already well on his way to getting smashed again. As soon as I was dry, I went back in to the tent and got changed into something warmer. Normally jeans would have been best but I had a long, thick woollen skirt that was very warm, so I wore that instead. It was gettingon towards sundown,so I didn't need a bra. A t-shirt and soft wool pullover, with a pair of sheepskin 'Ugg' boots to finish it off and Iwas nice and warm. After dinner we sat around the fire and talked, just like the night before. Jason was staggering drunk almost before the sun set and he was being an arsehole as well. I could see my chances of him making love to me that night were slim to none, so I thought I might as well have a few drinks as well. They didn't have any wine and I'm not really into beer but fortunately someone had brought along some port, which is nice and sweet and burns as it goes down. I sat close to the fire drinking my port and soon I was feeling warm inside and out. Jason got so drunk he threw up and crashed into bed by about 8pm. I was starting to get pretty pissed off with him. Most of the other guys were still sober or at least not staggering drunk like Jason. We sat around the fire and laughed and talked and my mood started to improve. I was starting to get a lot more attention from the guys now that Jason had gone to bed, nothing too serious, just a bit of flirting. I was sitting on a large log that we had been using as a seat near the fire and I had a couple of guys sitting on either side of me. We were squeezed in pretty tight to stay warm and I was rubbing shoulders with the guys on my left and my right. The wool skirt I was wearing reached almost to my ankles so as long as I kept it wrapped around me, I was toasty warm. The skirt was split all the way to the top but with a large overlap at the front. Occasionally as Ishuffled around or adjusted my legs, the skirt would fall open, baring one or the other of my legs all the way to my upper thighs. I quickly noticed though and a quick flip of my skirt and I was decently covered again. David was sitting on my right and he commented on my choice of wearing a skirt and asked me if I was cold having the wind blow right up me. He was being a bit suggestive but I was getting quite drunk by this time and I just laughed. I told him that I was very warm underneath thank you and that the wind wasn't a problem. One of the guys whose name I can't remember asked me with a laugh if I needed another shower. All the guys joined in laughing and so did I but I said no thanks. I could feel my cheeks burning as they made comments about my shower earlier in the day and my suspicion that they were all watching me as I showered was confirmed. I had several offers to help me next time I wanted a shower but I laughed it off. Even from where I was sitting I could hear Jason snoring and I wasn't in any hurry to go to bed. I figured if I had a few more drinks and waited until I was really tired I would have a better chance of sleeping through the thunderous noise. The cool breeze picked up a bit and once again David commented on how cold I must be wearing a skirt. Once again I told him I wasn't cold as Ibared my right leg and said, 'feel'. David put his hand on my leg and was amazed at howwarm I was. His hand in comparison felt ice cold and as I flicked my skirt back over my leg, he left his hand where it was, to get warm, he said. I laughed again but didn't do anything to push his hand away. The other guys were all watching and David kept talking about how warm and soft my legs were. Paul on my left also reached out a hand between the overlap in my skirt, and slid it between my legs. I was laughing as I sat there with two guys' hands between my legs, roughly half way up from my knees, trying to warm their hands. They were both rubbing their hands up and down my inner thighs under my skirt and my legs were being pulled gently open by their hands. They weren't open wide but bit by bit they pulled them wider. Every now and again my skirt would fall off one or both legs and I would flick the skirt back over their hands again. I would never have allowed them to do any of this if I was sober but I was very drunk by this time and enjoying the flirting. I rested my head on David's shoulder and closed my eyes as they touched me. David changed hands and put his left arm around my shoulders as I leaned into him and he continued stroking me with his right hand. Paul was the first one to get a bit braver and his hand was reaching quite high up my thigh as he was stroking me. He tentatively brushed the heel of his hand against my knickers as he was moving up and down my thighs. When I didn't protest, he got a bit braver and eventually stopped his hand as high up my leg as he could go. His hand was resting against my clit, through my knickers,as his fingers continued stroking my upper inner thighs. I was so far gone by this time that I had totally forgotten about all the other guys there, who had gone very quiet. David also slid his hand up to my groin and began directly rubbing my slit through my knickers. He gently pulled my leg wider and Paul did the same thing from the other side. My legs were spread wide open now and they both had easy access to my panties. My skirt had completely fallen off both of my legs and I was no longer concerned about covering up. The hands rubbing me and the alcohol were keeping me warm. I had completely forgotten about Jason by this time. I was only dimly aware of what was going on at all but I certainly wasn't resisting. This continued for quite a while and I can remember giving out a few little moans as they touched me. I'm not sure which one it was that first slid a finger inside my knickers. I think it was Paul but I can't be sure. He slid his fingers in from the side and started rubbing my clit directly. I was moaning louder now and he was obviously getting more confident as he began rubbing me harder. Occasionally he slid his finger down a bit to moisten his finger in betweenthe outer lips of my cunt which was by now very very wet, before returning to rubbing my clit. After a few minutes I felt more hands rubbing my legs and in a dreamy sort of way, I realised there had to be a third man kneeling in front of me but I didn't even open my eyes to see who it was. I really didn't want Paul to stop rubbing my clit, it felt so good. Paul moved his hand up and came in from the top of my knickers and continued rubbing me. He slid his hand down further and used his thumb to rub my clit as he slid first one, then two fingers inside me. I gave a gasp as his fingers first went in and I was rocking my hips backwards and forwards against his thumb as I could feel an orgasm approaching. A few seconds later a powerful orgasm swept through me and I spasmed and gave a long loud moan of pure pleasure. Before I had even finished Cumming, I felt the hands of the guy in front of me, reach up high on either side of my hips and pull my knickers down. I still had my head resting on Paul's shoulder but I opened my eyes even as I was Cumming and saw most of the guys gathered around really close where they could see me being fingered. I had a moment's hesitation when I saw that sea of faces but I just closed my eyes again as the second wave of my orgasm swept through me. I didn't even notice what was about to happen until it was too late. Very suddenly, Paul's fingers withdrew from my cunt and were replaced with a cock. I opened my eyes again and saw that I was being fucked by Nigel, one of Jason's best friends. He was kneeling on the ground between my legs and was holding my knees apart as he looked right into my face and continued fucking his best friends girl. I was being supported on both sides by Paul and David and was leaning back as Nigel screwed me. This was all like a dream to me. A part of me knew that what I was doing was wrong and that I should put a stop to it but another part of me was really enjoying it. Nigel didn't take very long and a few minutes later he gave a bit of a grunt as he buried his cock deeper and pumped his cum into me. Paul and David held my legs wide open as Nigel pulled out and stood up. My cunt was clearly visible to all the other guys standing in front of me and one of the other guys took Nigel's place and a few seconds later I was getting fucked again. This wasn't the first time I had had multiple partners. I have had several threesomes' over the years and once I even had three guys at the same time but I had never been gangbanged before.That was about to change though as the second man was working up to a frantic pace and it wasn't long before he added his cum to Nigel's, inside my dripping snatch. As the second man finished the guys picked me up and carried me to a single air mattress that someone had brought out earlier to sit on. I was laid back on the mattress and my legs were roughly pulled open as the third man got on top of me. I felt like I was on fire inside, but in a good way, as he started fucking me. It wasn't just the bounce in the air mattress that had me thrusting my hips back up as I was being screwed for the third time and as I was approaching another orgasm; I lifted my legs and wrapped them aroundhis waist so he could go deeper.I didn't quite make another orgasm before he finished, adding yet another load to the mush inside me, and a groaned in frustration as he pulled out of me. I was desperate to keep the feeling going before I lost it and I pulled the next man down on top of me and guided him into my sloppy cunt. The fourth man had a verylong cock and I gave a yelp as he pushed into me with one thrust. It hurt at first as the head of his cock hit deep inside me but I soon stretched to accommodate him and started working up to Cumming again. I raised my legs high again as he fucked me and I took him all the way. I could feel his balls slapping against my buttocks as he pumped thatlong cock into me. A few seconds later I was screaming as I came and my whole body convulsed as the man just kept on screwing me. I let my legs fall back to the mattress as he continued and it wasn't long before another flood of cum splashed into my increasingly gooey insides. The next three were very much the sameI just lay there as they took their turns. I was exhausted and was sure I wouldn't cum again but I was wrong. The eighth man to screw me had the thickest cock I have ever seen. He proudly stood before me as he dropped his jeans and I saw what he was going to stick in me. It was massive and it wasn't even fully hard yet! I exclaimed 'Oh my god!' in a drunken slur as he knelt down between my legs. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pushed the head of his cock into me. I couldn't believe the size of this thing. I felt the pressure as he pushed against my already loose ring and felt myself opening wide but he still wasn't inside me. He was holding his semi hard cock in one hand andslowly but firmly increasing the pressure on my cunt. Just as I thought I wasn't going to be able to take him, I suddenly gave way and the head of his cock was in me. I gasped as he penetrated me and even after the head was through my opening I could feel myself being stretched. He started working himself backwards and forwards, getting a little deeper each time and I grunted with every thrust of that monster into my little hole. As he got deeper his cock also started to get harder and it wasn't long before I felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into me. I could barely breathe and was grunting rhythmically to his thrusts. I couldn't believe it when I finally felt his body pressed against mine and realised I had all that meat inside me. He lasted a long time in that position and as he fucked me with long slow strokes, I came again. I wanted him to stop as I had my orgasm but he ignored me and kept on pounding into me. I went into a frenzy as he continued to screw me even as I was Cumming, and that generated another wave and I had another orgasm, only seconds later. I had three more orgasms in the next 30 seconds or so and was starting to scream so much, he put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. My multiple orgasms finally subsided and he screwed me for about another ten minutes before finally unloading an amazing quantity of cum from those monster balls. Each surge hit my insides like apowerful stream of water and I counted seven surges before he finally finished draining his balls. I felt my ring stretched again as his head pulled out of me with a squelching noise and my cunt suddenly contracted back to more normal size. Half a dozen more men went through me after that so I know at least a few of them came back for seconds. I'm assuming they all screwed me but I can't be certain because I had my eyes closed most of the time. When they had finally done with me, I was helped to my feet and stood there very unsteadily on shaky legs as I was supported by two men. I could feel the Cum running down my legs but I didn't dare even try to bend over or walk yet, so I just stood there as Cum ran down past my knees and into the top of my sheepskin boots. One of the men handed me my knickers and with some help I managed to get them back on. As I looked around I saw that over half the guys had gone to bed, there was only three men left awake. Without a word, two of them helped me to the entrance to mine and Jason's tent and I unzipped the door and crawled inside. Jason was still sound asleep and making loud rumbling noises as I got undressed and used my t-shirt to wipe the sticky mess off my legs. I buried the now sodden t-shirt deep in my bag and crawled into the double sleeping bag with Jason. I was truly exhausted and fellasleep very quickly despite the snoring in my ear. I have no idea how late it was when I finally got to bed but it had to have been at least 3am, so it wasn't surprising that Jason woke up before me. Wouldn't you know it, he was finally feeling amorous! I woke up to him kissing me and playing with my tits. I tried to resist a bit and muttered something about being tired but he was insistent. As he rolled on top of me and entered me he commented on how wet I was. I knewthe wetness was the combined cum of his nine best friends, but I couldn't let him know that, so I faked being veryhorny. I acted like he was the best lover in the world as he screwed me and I tried to ignore the pain as he slammed into my bruised and swollen cunt. He didn't last very long and it was only a few minutes before he added his cum unknowingly,to that of his friends. Soon after that, Jason got up and I went back to sleep for a few more hours. When I finally got up around mid morning, Jason was more cheerful than he had been the last couple of days have a great time with his mates. I felt awful about the night before and was terribly embarrassed about the whole thing. The guys all smiled at me whenever Jason wasn't looking and I spent most of the afternoon snuggled up to him. It was obvious he had no idea about what had happened and his mates all just continued talking to him and socialising as if nothing had happened. It always amazes me how easily men lie! I felt very uncomfortable the rest of the day. I really just wanted to go home but this was only day three. We had four more nights to go before we were due to go home. After dinner that night, I went to bed early. Jason stayed up with his friends and I lay in our sleeping bag, wide awake for several hours before finally, silently crying myself to sleep. Jason was a little bit drunk when he came to bed and wanted sex again. It didn't hurt this time andI was obviously already getting over the bruising from the previous night. Day four went much the same as day three. I was very clingy with Jason and hardly left his side.He started to wonder about my strange behaviour and kept pulling away from me to go and do other things with his friends. A few of the guys tried to flirt with me whenever Jason wasn't around, even touching me when they could get away with it. As I was lifting the Jerry can to get a drink of water, Paul offered to help me and with Jason only a few feet behind me but facing the other way, Paul gave my breast a good squeeze and smiled at me. I backed away in fright. Not that I was scared of Paul as such but I was scared of Jason catching us. That night I went to bed early again, much to the disappointment of Jason's friends. Jason stayed up quite late and I pretended to be asleep when he came to bed. He very briefly tried to see if I was interested in sex but gave up when I was unresponsive. The fifth day I was up early and so was a few of the guys. I had another shower and the guys weren't even subtle about watching me this time. Jason was still asleep so the guys came right up to me and watched as I washed my tits cleaned between my legs. As I was drying myself the guys were getting a feel and I was whispering to them to stop as their hands touched my breasts and one of them even stuck his hand down my pants and got a finger inside me before I could pull away. Jason could have come outside of the tent at any moment and I was very scared of getting caught so I finished drying quickly and went back in our tent to get changed. Jason woke up an hour or so later and the morning passed uneventfully. At one point, I saw one of the guys tipping away lots of ice and wondered why he was throwing it out but didn't think much about it at the time. After lunch, Michael very publicly said we were out of ice and a few other things and asked Jason to go with him to get some more. The nearest town was at least an hour away and I knew instantly that this was a plan to get Jason away.I froze as I heard Jason agree to go along for the ride but Michael already had put thecooler boxesin the back of histruck, and there were only two seats in the front cab. I tried to think of some excuse for asking Jason not to go but nothing came to mind. I went very silent and withdrawn as Jason and Michael got ready to go. Jason noticed my silence and asked me if everything was alright. This was my opportunity. I had to say something, now or never but what could I say. Don't go because your best friends all want to fuck me was the only thing that sprang to mind but I couldn't say that. "I'm OK" I heard myself say as Jason kissed me goodbye and told me they would be back in about three hours. The dust from Michael's truck hadn't even settled when the guys gathered round me and started feeling me up. I tried to protest and said I couldn't do this again but they ignored me and continued mauling my breasts. I said 'No' more firmly, and struggled to pull away when David revealed what a total bastard he is. "You wouldn't want Jason to find out about the other night would you?" he asked me. My heart sank as I realised I was being blackmailed. I couldn't risk Jason finding out that I had cheated on him with his friends. I stood there in shock as David and the others pulled my top off and removed my bra. Several of them were holding me up as my boots were taken off. One of them was unzipping my jeans and hands pulled my jeans and knickers off and within a minute I was totally naked. I was stunned as I realised I was about to be gangbanged for the second time in three days and this time I was sober and didn't really want to fuck all these guys. It was the middle of the week and no one else was in the campground so the guys carried me over to a wooden table that was just a few metres away. One of the guys, very considerately,placed a sleeping bag on the rough wood before they laid me on it right near the end. It appeared that they had already worked out who was going first because there was no arguing as Brett got between my legs and started undoing his pants. He said "I've been dying for another go at that cunt of yours" as he pulled out his already hard cock and worked it into me. I was on the edge of tears as his cock started pressing into me and I looked away and tried not to cry as he started thrusting. My beasts were bouncing up and down with the force of his cock slamming into me. He wasn't gentle but he knew he could do whatever he wanted to me as I lay there and got savagely fucked. Davidcame to the side of the table and shoved his cocktowards my mouth. I tried to turn my head away but he forcefully turned my head back and told me to open my mouth. He grabbed a handful of my hair and wouldn't let me turn away but I kept my lips closed as he rubbed the head of his cock all over my lips. He was laughing as he said his cock was either going in my mouth or up my arse, my choice. I have never had anal sex, with anyone, not even Jason. Even through his laughing I could see he was serious though. It was either suck his cock or get anally raped. Reluctantly I opened my mouth and David stuck his cock inside and started to fuck my face. I wasn't cooperating but he didn't seem to care. He just held onto my head and pushed his cock into my mouth as if he were fucking a cunt. I felt tears coming to my eyes as his cock repeatedly hit the back of my throat. I knew how to give head, I just didn't want to. I deep throated Jason some times and he loved it! I knew if I didn't start swallowing, David would keep bashing his hard cock into the back of my throat and it was really starting to hurt. I finally surrendered and said "OK OK" around the cock in my mouthand David stopped being quite so brutal. The next time he pushed forward, I swallowed and took him all the way down my throat. My head was turned to the side and I could feel his hairy balls on my cheek for a second before he pulled out. Brett was still pounding away at my cunt and I tried to get into a rhythm with the cock going down my throat and the one in my cunt. Brett's pace was picking up and I knew he wouldn't be much longer. I was actively sucking on David's cock now and swallowing him every few thrusts. A minute or so later, Brett came inside me and was quickly replaced by someone else. I have no idea who it was, my face was otherwise occupied but I felt another cock push inside me only seconds after Brett pulled out. It took almost ten minutes to bring David off. I think he was deliberately holding back so I would have to suck him longer. Eventually he grabbed my head firmly and pulled his cock almost all the way out of my mouth but not quite, as he shot several loads of cum over my lips and tongue. He told me in a serious tone to swallow his load and I didn't try to argue. I swirled up all the cum from my mouth with my tongue and swallowed it all in one go. I was still being fucked by whoever had taken Brett's place and a few seconds later another cock was shoved into my mouth. Four of the men fucked me and three came in mymouth before they changed my position. I was rolled onto my stomach and bent over the end of the table. My feet just barely reached the ground and once my legs were spread I was forced to stand on the tips of my toes as someone's hands grabbed my hips and stuck there cock inside me. At least I couldn't be forced to suck cock in this position and I lay bent over the table as I was mercilessly pounded into. I was surprised that it didn't hurt more after the gangbang only a couple of days ago but it seems that the cunt recovers quickly. I rested my head on my arms and let them take turns at me until I felt the one with the giant cock pushing at my cunt. He was easier to take this time but that is a very relative term. It wasn't easy! I looked over my shoulder and saw that Andrew was the owner of the monster cock. He smiled at me as he eased his thick prick inside my slick opening. I forced myself to relax and allowed my cunt to open up instead of resisting. He had his cock inside me much more quickly this time and within a minute he was giving me his full length. I could feel how hard he was and my cunt was being stretched to the maximum, especially when he was deep inside me and the base of his cock opened me right up. I couldn't help grunting with every thrust of that monster inside what used to be my tight little hole. I found myself wondering if Jason would notice the difference now that I had been repeatedly stretched. Would I be loose and unsatisfying to him? The guys used me for about two and a half hours before someone said that Jason could be back soon. I gathered up my clothes and walked naked to the shower. There was no point in being modest anymore. I stood naked under the shower and rinsed the cum from my cunt and washed myself clean with soap. One of the guys refilled the canvas bag so I could have a longer shower and I even washed my hair to get the cum out of it. When I was finished I dried myself and got dressed in clean clothes. The weather had turned warm so I wore a light cotton dress and felt clean for the first time in days. That didn't last very long because the guys had been watchingme the whole time and David said he was ready to go again. Brett said it was too risky because Michael and Jason could be back any minute. David said he didn't care and took me into his tent. I didn't get fully undressed. David just pulled my knickers off and got on top of me. He fucked me hard for a few minutes and filled my cunt with his cum again. I was just pulling my knickers back on as David left the tent and I heard him say 'anyone else?' a moment later one of the others was in the tent and undoing his pants. I lay back down again and removed my knickers, which I hadn't even fully got back on as the next guy took his turn screwing me. Two more guys came in the tent next and they had me doggy style, one in my mouth and one up my cunt when someone called out that they could see Michael's truck coming. As the guy in my mouth pulled out and stuck his cock back in his pants the voice said "Too late. Stay where you are". I tried to pull away from Johnno, who was fucking me but he held firmly to my hips and kept going. I could hear the truck pull up and I heard Jason's voice outside. I turned and whispered to Johnno to let me go but he just shook his head and kept quietly fucking me. The guys outside were all talking and I heard Jason ask where Johnno and I were. David said Johnno was sleeping and I had gone for a bit of a walk about half hour ago and should be back soon. Johnno was still fucking me with my boyfriend right outside and I was trying very hard not to make any noise as he slammed into me. My heart nearly stopped when someone slapped the side of the tent and I heard Jason no more than three feet away say "Johnno you lazy prick. Come and give us a hand". Johnno stopped fucking me for only a second when Jason spoke from so close and replied. "Yeah righto. I'll be there in a minute". He immediately went back to fucking me furiously and less than a minute later emptied his balls inside me. As Johnno went to give the other guys a hand, I snuck out the back door of Johnno's tent and made my way out of the campsite. As soon as I was out of sight I stopped and cried. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was being blackmailed into fucking all my boyfriends 'friends' repeatedly, and we were getting dangerously close to being caught. After I finished crying, Iwiped the tears from my eyes and tried to get rid of that 'just been fucked' look. I straightened my dress and that's when I realised that in my panic I had left my knickers behind in Johnno's tent. I had cum leaking out of me and there was nothing I could do about it. I made my way back tot he campsite and acted as if I had been away on a pleasant walk.Jason didn't seem to suspect a thing. At the first opportunity I went to my tent and got another pair of knickers to put on. The guys had brought back lots of ice and plenty more alcohol from their shopping trip, including several bottles of Vodka. That night after dinner the main drink was Vodka and orange and I noticed that the guys were trying to get Jason to drink more. They weren't being too obvious about it though; it was only when I saw David mixing up a couple of drinks that I saw he was putting three or four times as much vodka into Jason's drink. It's kind of obvious how things were going to go from there. Jason was comatose by 9pm and I was being gangbanged at 9:05. Michael got to go first because he had missed out during the day but they all had me again and most of them came in my mouth as well. For the next couple of days I stopped trying to resisttheir advances. There were no more gangbangs but they took turns finding excuses to take Jason away for a while and I was being fucked regularly. Someone took Jason out to gather some more firewood and three guys fucked me while they were gone. Mostly it was just quick blowjobs though. That way I didn't need to get undressed. If Jason went to the toilet block for example, I would be behind one of the cars sucking someone off until the lookout said he was coming back. That camping trip was over six months ago and Jason still doesn't suspect anything as far as I know. Most of his friends fuck me whenever they can. Even a few of his friends who weren't on that camping trip have been told about me and it's a rare week that I don't get two or three guys fucking me. Most of Jason's friends work with him and I get visits from them at lunch time a couple of times a week, when they know Jason is busy at work. Never more than two or three at a time though. They seem to be taking turns to keep Jason busy at work while the others fuck me. Ihave become their slut now and Ido whatever they tell me to. Jason mentioned that work wants him to go away on a business trip for a few days in a couple of week's time. I know when he goes I will have most of his 'friends' over and I will get seriously gangbanged again. I'm not even thinking of trying to avoid it. Part of me is even looking forward to it! Hi! 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I smoothed down my dress as I went to the door to meet my husband Mark! I hadn't seen him for over a week! This was going to be an awkward confrontation but I was determined to see it through as planned. I had the upper hand and I knew it! Let me give you some background. My name is Elizabeth and I live in one of the best parts of Adelaide, South Australia. I'm 24 years old, tall and slender. I have a great body! My bum is small and tight. All those personal trainers actually accomplished something. I have long light brown hair and quite nice breasts. They are not overly large but well rounded and firm. I am quite wealthy! Filthy rich would be another way to put it! My mother died when I was young, I didn't really know her. My father passed away a couple of years ago and left me control of the family business. I don't really know much about it. Mark worked for my Dad and when he passed away, Mark took over as the manager. Even though I live a wealthy life style, I don't actually own anything. The cars and even the house I live in, which could more accurately be described as a mansion, are owned by the company. The company itself is owned by some kind of family trust. I have control of it but I don't own it directly. I think my dad set it up so that it couldn't all be taken off me in a divorce settlement or something like that. Basically, if Mark divorces me, he gets nothing! I got married to Mark when I was 18. Way too young but we all make mistakes! For the next few years I lived a luxurious life style. I spent my days at beauty salon's and health spas. I played tennis at the local club or went swimming. We had a part time house keeper who came in every morning. I really didn't have to work at all. I was always home like the dutiful wife by the time Mark got home from work. I lost my virginity to Mark, on our wedding night. How rare is that these days? That's probably why I got married so young! He was the only man I had ever made love to. We made love once or sometimes twice a week. The sex was ok as far as I knew but I didn't really have anything to compare it to. I never orgasmed when we had sex, but I knew what an orgasm was because I masturbated nearly every day, usually in the morning after Mark left for work and before the house keeper arrived. Just over a week ago on a Saturday morning, I took my car to the dealership for a service. They said it would be a couple of hours but there was a shopping centre nearby so I told Mark I would be out for two or three hours. I went to the dealership but they weren't ready. Apparently some parts hadn't come in that morning as expected. They assured me that they would come in on a later delivery and they would have my car ready by late afternoon. They gave me a courtesy car but I wasn't impressed. It was a tiny small ugly car and I didn't even like being seen in it. I gave shopping a miss and went straight home. That's when I caught Mark cheating on me. He didn't hear me come in because his attention was somewhere else. He was in my bed with my best friend Amanda. He had her in doggy position, something I never liked and rarely did. I stood there stunned for a few moments and Mark looked up and saw me. He just said "Elizabeth!" in surprise and pulled his cock out of my best friend. Amanda turned around and saw me and covered herself with my silk bedspread. I called Mark a bastard and stormed out. I disappeared for over a week and had just come home. I called Mark's secretary at the office and asked her to let him know I was at home and that I would see him after work but Mark had come home earlier than I anticipated. I wasn't alone! I had six 'friends' with me. Mark rushed into my arms as he entered the family room area, a kind of open plan lounge room and casual dining area. Straight away he started berating me, telling me how worried he had been and asking why I hadn't called. He wanted to know where I had been and who these six men were. I asked him to sit down on the sofa and told him what I'm about to tell you. When I stormed out of the house that Saturday morning, was it really only a week and a half ago? It seems much longer! I took Mark's car! My car was at the dealership and Mark had a Mercedes convertible. Exactly the same as mine in fact except for the colour. I got in the car and just started driving. I was very upset and at first I didn't have any plan on where I was going. I found myself on the major highway, heading north out of Adelaide. The only family I had left were an aunt and uncle who lived in Darwin, at the far northern end of Australia and without really thinking things through, I decided that's where I would go. Adelaide to Darwin is about three thousand kilometres, so it would take about four days to get there. I didn't have any clothes with me other than what I was wearing, but I had about a thousand dollars in cash and my credit cards. I could buy more clothes on the way. The only decent sized city on the way is Alice Springs, about half way to Darwin. That was too far to go in one day, so I would have to spend the first night in a motel somewhere. A couple of hundred kilometres north of Adelaide I picked up a hitch hiker called Michael who was going to Alice Springs. I don't know why I did that. I have never picked up anyone before! I guess I wasn't being my usual self. He was a very handsome young man and it gave me someone to talk to for the long drive. I told him about my husband cheating on me and he was very sympathetic. I think I unburdened myself on him quite a bit actually but he didn't seem to mind. We didn't make it vey far that day. I had started out mid morning so we hadn't even made it half way to Alice Springs before the sun was starting to set. Driving at sunset in the middle of Australia gets very dangerous. There are too many animals on the move, especially kangaroos. We stopped at a roadside motel in a very small town. It was little more than a petrol station, a cafe and the motel. Michael didn't have any money so I paid for the motel room. Michael asked if he could sleep in the car and continue travelling with me tomorrow. The motel room had a double bed and a single bed in it so I told him he could stay with me. One thing led to another and I ended up sleeping with him. I have never done anything like that before but I was in a very bad emotional state. This was some kind of revenge fuck I think and he was good! Maybe it was the excitement of the whole situation, or maybe he was just a better lover than Mark. He was certainly better hung! I'm not sure what it was, but I had an orgasm during sex for the first time in my life! He made love to me three times that night and each time I came! I have never felt so good and yet at the same time so bad. I felt like I was cheating on my husband even though he had been cheating on me. Maybe the guilt added to the excitement! I fell asleep exhausted that night, with Michael beside me. Even though I had enjoyed my time with Michael, I softly cried myself to sleep! In the morning when I woke up Michael was gone. I never saw him again! I guess this had just been what they call a one night stand. I continued my drive north and felt kind of dirty. I had spent the night with another man and I was still wearing the same clothes, both of them made me feel a bit unclean. A short skirt and blouse that was totally inappropriate for the climate. There was nowhere between here and Alice Springs that had anything other than truck stop cafes and petrol stations. It was midday when I stopped to get something to drink that I discovered I didn't have any money. All my cash and credit cards had been stolen. Obviously by Michael! He had fucked me in more ways than one! I was very upset and cried some more! I checked my fuel and had a bit less than half a tank. That should be enough to get me to Alice Springs. From there I could report the theft to the police and sort out some way to get some money. I was totally wrong. The car ran out of petrol about 200 kilometres from Alice Springs. I was stuck in the middle of the desert with no water, no transport, and no money. I waited by the car, getting hotter and hotter. Temperatures in that part of the country usually get over 40C, that's about 104F. About half an hour later a small van pulled up. It was a bunch of surfer types, all boys. They were scruffy and had long hair, some of them in dreadlocks. They weren't really my kind of people but I had little choice in the circumstances and accepted the lift. I climbed into the back of the van. There weren't even any seats except the ones in front. The floor was a mattress and there were sleeping bags and back packs everywhere. There were four boys in the back as well as the two in the front. They looked to be a few years younger than me, late teens or maybe early twenties. They were drinking beer and laughing and generally having a good time. I started to relax a bit and even tried a beer. How can people drink that stuff? Give me a nice Chardonnay any day! I was sitting on the dirty mattress on the floor of the van, just like everyone else. I had my legs curled up under me and was trying not to flash my knickers. My skirt really wasn't intended for sitting like this and I caught a couple of the boys trying to look up my skirt. The boys started smoking some weed. That stuff really smells bad! I had never tried it before but they were all smoking it, even the driver and they convinced me to have a go. I had a puff on the joint they wee passing around and nearly choked to death. They were all laughing at me and told me it gets easier. I had a few more puffs and it wasn't quite as bad but I still choked a bit. They kept passing the joints around and I could hear a buzzing in my head and things began to get a bit fuzzy. I was laughing along with the rest of them but I can't remember what about. One of the boys asked me if I had ever tried a 'shotgun'. I said no, I didn't even know what he meant. He took a big puff on the joint he was holding and leaned in as if to kiss me. He stopped an inch or so away from my lips and told me to breathe in, and then he exhaled the smoke into my mouth. This was a whole new world for me! I had never experienced anything like it. I was having a good time though and another boy called 'shotgun', and 'kissed' another lungful of smoke into my mouth. His lips actually touched mine as he did it but I didn't mind. I even drank some of their beer and it didn't seem so bad anymore. I was really thirsty! The boys in front kept talking about my hot red, shiny silk knickers. I wasn't being as lady like as I usually am and they got an eyeful from time to time. The boy behind me called 'shotgun' again and as I leaned back to receive his 'kiss', one of the other boys slid his hand up my skirt and was rubbing me through my knickers. I broke away startled and pushed his hand away. I was laughing though, everything was very friendly and getting friendlier all the time. The boy behind me snuggled up behind me and let me lean on him. It was much more comfortable than the hard wall of the van. He slipped his arm around my waist but that seemed natural and I was ok with it. Everything was buzzing now and I was feeling very strange and distant. The boys kept shot gunning me one after the other, except now they would turn it into a passionate kiss every time. As one of the boys in front of me was kissing me, he was squeezing my breasts and I didn't even notice at first. I tried to push him away but he was kissing me very firmly. As he broke our kiss, I tried to tell him to stop and grabbed his hand to pull it off my breast. Another boy moved in from the side and kissed me again. As I was kissing him, more hands were touching me. One of the boys in front slid his hand up my dress and got a finger inside the band of my knickers. His finger was rubbing up and down my slit as at least two other hands were on my breasts. It was like I was in another world as this was all happening. It was kind of like I was watching rather than being involved. Someone was undoing the buttons on my blouse and I felt the boy with his finger inside my knickers, slide his finger inside me. Even in my condition, I realised things were getting out of control and I tried to tell them to stop. They ignored me though and their hands continued undoing my clothing and touching me everywhere. I was mainly trying to stop the boy who was fingering me. I had hold of his arm and was trying to push it away. I actually succeeded but as he pulled his finger out of my cunt, and took his hands out from under my skirt, he pulled my knickers down. Some hands grabbed my arms as I was struggling to sit up. I was saying, "No" but it was if they couldn't' hear me. My own voice sounded so far away, I'm not even sure if it was only in my head. With hands holding my arms, I was helpless. I had no leverage even to sit up and more hands finished undoing my blouse. I was wearing a front clasp bra and they had that open in moments. My breasts were now bare and they were having a good feel as one of the boys was kneeling between my legs, which wedged them open, and he started fingering me again. This time there was no awkward underwear in the way and he was sliding his finger in and out of me very smoothly. I heard one of the boys comment, "Look at the tits on this rich bitch!", as hands were pulling at my nipples and squeezing my breasts some more. The boy who was fingering me suddenly took his finger out. I could see him kneeling in front of me and unzipping his jeans. I started to struggle as I realised his intentions but it was no use. A few seconds later he had his cock at my wet opening and pushed himself inside me. I was getting fucked again. This was only the third cock I had ever had inside me and the second one was only the night before. I was still kind of struggling but not very effectively. They weren't violent in any way. They didn't hit me or even really hurt me physically. The boys just kept hold of my arms and even kept taking turns kissing me as I was gently raped! The first boy quickened his pace and the force of his thrusting and I could tell, even with my limited experience, that he was close to coming. A few seconds later he gave a loud moan and pushed into me really hard. I could feel the wet jets of his semen splashing into me. As he took his cock out of me and moved back, I pulled my legs together but they were forced open again a few seconds later as the next boy took his turn. He had his pants down and was already hard and had his cock in me moments later. I was being gang raped! "Gangbanged" I think they call it, as we drove down the highway! The second boy quickly finished and there was a brief shuffle behind me as the boy I had been leaning against moved. I was pulled to the centre of the van and both my hands were being held above my head as another boy got between my legs and started to fuck me. This boy was quite large and knew what he was doing. He was giving me long slow strokes of his large cock and without realising it at first, I started to respond! I felt myself lifting my hips to meet every thrust of his cock inside me. I was getting a warm feeling deep inside me and before I knew it I was coming! I gave a long low moan and lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He kept on driving his huge cock into me, as I had wave after wave of a powerful orgasm sweep through me. I couldn't believe I was coming like this. I had never experienced anything like it! Every ten or so seconds I would have another orgasm. It seemed to last forever and I totally lost count of how many times I came. Even as he pushed into me for the last time and shot his load of cum inside me, I had another. He stayed deep inside me for a minute and I wouldn't unlock my legs to let him go. I was still coming! He broke away from the embrace of my legs and I let out a moan of frustration as another boy took his turn screwing me. They all took their turns fucking me. They even changed drivers a couple of times so everyone could have a go. I certainly couldn't call it rape anymore. I was spreading my legs and holding out my arms for each lover as they entered me. Two or three of them came back for seconds, and I had many more orgasms as I was gang banged over a period of hours. When they were finished, I lay there content but exhausted. I was quivering with the aftershock from my most recent orgasm and made no attempt to cover myself as I lay there, bare breasted, with my legs wide open and cum dribbling out of me. It was some time before I recovered and started to tidy myself up. The boys had pulled in to the drive way of a house in Alice Springs. It was a place that belonged to a friend of theirs. They said they would be staying there a few days and I was welcome to stay with them. The house was like a hippy crash pad. There was a bunch of people staying there already and seven more really wasn't a problem. They were generous though. They fed us all and I got to have a shower. Boy did I need a shower! I stayed there for a few days. The boys never forced themselves on me again but they didn't have to. I fucked them all several more times over the next few days and a few of the other boys that were staying there as well. I thought about my situation over that time and decided that I was going back to Adelaide. I didn't need to run away to Darwin to have someone take care of me. I was an adult and could take care of myself! When the boys that I arrived with told me they had to leave, they dropped me at a big truck stop on the south side of the city before they left. They said I should be able to get a lift back to Adelaide from here without any problems. The first truck I approached had two drivers, one in his late twenties and the other a bit older, maybe even late thirties. I told them I needed to get to Adelaide and I could tell they were more than happy for me to come along. The older driver made a quip about payment. I think he was only joking but I said I didn't have any money but would pay him any way he saw fit. You should have seen his eyes bulge! Needless to say, I spent the next half a day get given two kinds of ride. They both had me twice and the younger guy got a blowjob as well. They took me more than half way back to Adelaide in one day but were turning off and going a different direction soon and had to drop me off. They left me at another truck stop and even gave me a little money to get something to eat and drink. I stayed at that truck stop for an hour or so and had a meal and cleaned myself up. There were plenty of trucks outside and I knew I wouldn't have a problem getting a ride. I approached the driver of the first truck in a long line, parked on the south bound side of the road, and asked him if I could get a lift to Adelaide. This was one of those really big trucks with a sleeping cabin in the back, which would be far more comfortable than fucking in the passenger seat. The driver looked at me and said he would love to take me but there wasn't any room. He explained that they were on a long haul and there were three of them in this truck already. There was only room for two in the front and another sleeping in the back. I said, "What if I spend all my time in the back?", and after a slight pause, I added, "On my back!" You should have seen his face! He couldn't believe what he was hearing! As his co-drivers arrived he told them what I had said. I had to explain further when one of them, obviously not too bright, asked me what I meant. I told him straight, that he and his fellow drivers could take turns fucking me all the way to Adelaide, as often as they liked, if they would give me a lift home. The three drivers looked at each other for a few seconds and then the oldest said, "Lady, you just bought yourself a ride!" They said they would be leaving in about ten minutes and we stood by the side of their truck for a while making conversation. Mostly that was just them telling me what great tits I had and things like that. They took turns touching me up. One of them even slipped my dress off my right shoulder and bared my breast so he could have a good feel. I could tell they were eager to get on the road and I didn't know why they were waiting. The senior driver said it was time to go but it was the youngest driver's turn in the back and he helped me up the ladder to the little door of the sleeping compartment. As we were going in, I heard the senior driver say, "Half hour changeovers". It was only about a four hour drive to Adelaide from here so I guessed I was going to be fucked about eight times on the way. There was more room than I thought in the back and the young stud didn't waste any time. I could feel the vibration of the truck starting up as I slipped my dress off and took off my shoes. He was taking off his pants and I could see he was hard as a rock. I barely had a chance to lie down before he roughly grabbed my knickers at both sides and pulled them quickly off. I was naked and he spread my legs and started fucking me urgently. He was very quick! I wasn't even getting warmed up before he started pumping his cum into me. It took about three minutes! Fortunately he was young enough to be ready to go again about ten minutes later and this time he did better. He had just finished for the second time when the hatch from the front cabin slid open and someone said it was time to change. After the young driver hastily got his pants back on, they did a complicated shuffle. The passenger from the front had to squeeze into the sleeping area with us for a moment so the young driver could leave. The second driver looked at me in the dim light of the compartment and said I was "fucking gorgeous", as he unzipped his jeans. He had a good sized cock! About eight inches and pretty thick! He wasn't fully hard yet and I sucked him for a couple of minutes until he was ready. Then he got me to assume the 'doggy' position and fucked me from behind. I had my face in a pillow and was braced against the side door and pushing back as he gave it to me. He started off easy but pretty soon he was slamming into me quite hard. I loved it! I was yelping with every thrust of his hard cock inside me and a few minutes later I came. I made a lot of noise, the guys in the front probably even heard me over the noise of the truck. When he was finished, he collapsed down next to me and I lay down with him. He never spoke to me again; he just lay there with one arm over my waist. I had had a big day and I was very tired. I think I drifted off a bit until I heard the next changeover called. Light flooded in and blinded me as the door opened again and they changed over. I turned my head away from the light and waited until they had completed their shuffle. When the door shut and the cabin was mostly dark again, I saw that the senior driver was now in the compartment with me. He didn't even take his pants off. He just pulled his cock out through his zip and spread my legs. He reached up and turned the dim light off. It was pitch black in there now. I couldn't see a thing but I could feel him. He was very big in every way. He was kind of fat really and the weight of him spreading my legs with his massive hips put some strain on me. His huge cock stretching my cunt was worth it though. I had another orgasm as he quickly fucked me. He pulled out and lay down next to me. There wasn't really enough room for both of us and I was squished against the back wall but I managed to drift off to sleep for another ten minute cat nap, until the door opened and light flooded the sleeping area again. Going from pitch black to bright daylight was even more blinding than before and I buried my face in the pillow as they changed again. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could make out the silhouette of the young driver as he came back for his second session. He was much better this time and screwed me slowly for nearly the whole half hour. I came three times during that one session and was amazed how he had improved! I was still quivering from the most recent orgasm as I heard him pull up his pants and leave. I didn't even hear anyone call changeover. I think they had given up on any pretence of a schedule and were just changing over as soon as they were done with me. Light flooded in again as he left and I covered my eyes until the door was closed. Once again I was totally blind for the first few minutes after the door closed and we were once again plunged into darkness. The guy on top of me was very big! It had to be the senior driver again. I was expecting the other one. Maybe they had changed sequence for some reason. Not that it mattered! He was pretty good for a big fat guy and screwed me hard and fast. He took his pants down to his knees this time instead of just pulling his cock out through his zip. He really gave it to me hard! It was different than the first time. He held most of his weight off of me for one thing, and he fucked me so hard I could feel his balls slapping against my bum. I came again which surprised me! When he came he released a flood into me. I already received several loads but I could still feel his cum splashing inside me. Jet after jet hit the back of my cunt as he came repeatedly. I was amazed he had so much juice left, since he had just fucked me about an hour ago. He got dressed and mumbled thanks as he left. The changeovers continued like that for a surprising number of times. It was all a bit hazy, I was so tired I barely noticed as the one fucking me changed, but I was sure that they had changed at least fifteen times. That meant that they had fucked me at least five times each, which was impressive, especially for the older driver. Eventually I began to notice pressure on my bladder and I told whichever one it was that had just finished screwing me that I had to pee. He said ok and as he left through the forward hatch I heard him say coarsely, "She needs a piss", to the others. It was only moments later that the side door opened and one of the drivers said that we were in a roadside rest area and there was a toilet block nearby. I had so much cum dripping out of me and I didn't want to get it on my clothes, so I just wrapped a blanket around me. One of the drivers helped me down from the cabin. My legs were trembling from all the fucking and orgasms and I could barely walk, but I managed to make it to the toilet block on my own. The rest area had seven trucks in it and a bunch of the drivers were sitting around a park table, smoking and drinking beer. There must have been twenty or more of them. It was starting to get dark but I could see my way. As I walked past them they all smiled at me and I began to get suspicious! I went to the toilet and peed and cleaned myself up. I rinsed as much cum out of me as I could with splashes of water and my fingers, but I was still very wet inside. I was thinking about all the men outside and was pretty sure I knew what had been going on. As I walked back toward the truck with the blanket wrapped around me, I stopped at the table where all the truckers were gathered. I approached the senior driver I had originally made the deal with. I said, "The deal was I would fuck you and your co-drivers. You've been letting all these guys take turns at me haven't you?" He looked quite smug as he told me that these were all his co-drivers, they were travelling as a convoy. He smiled at me as he said it and the truckers all laughed at how he had tricked me into fucking all of them. I wasn't really pissed off. I had been enjoying myself, so I surprised them all by sitting on the edge of the table with the blanket under my bum and still wrapped around my shoulders and saying, "Who still hasn't had a turn then?" With that I leaned back and lay down on the table with the blanket underneath me. I threw the blanket open and lay there naked with my legs off the end of the table, as the crowd went totally silent for a second or two. Someone broke the silence with a comment about getting some of that, and undid his belt as he approached the end of the table. He lifted my legs over his shoulder and started fucking me. Some of the guys were still sitting at the table and were playing with my tits as he fucked me. There were only a couple of the drivers that hadn't had me yet and they took their turns in the same position. When they had cum inside me, I lay there for a moment before I realised no one else was coming forward. "Is that it?" I asked as I sat up. Someone said that was the last guy. They had all had me! Twenty one drivers for the seven long haul trucks had all taken turns at me! I just said, "Anyone for seconds?" Seven or eight of the drivers went for seconds as I was laid back on the table again. I was being screwed in front of twenty other guys and being watched by so many men as I was being fucked, got me very excited. I had three or four more orgasms right there on the table. When they were all done the guys told me they were just outside Adelaide but they were now too late to make the depot, and would have to wait until morning. The convoy broke up as some of the guys went home to their wives and girlfriends. A couple of them, who were sharing a house, took me to their place and fucked me a few more times. They said they would take me home after they dropped off their loads at the depot the next morning. At least I had the opportunity to have a nice bath and wash my hair. I felt much better the next morning after a good nights sleep. My sleep was interrupted a couple of times by someone climbing into my bed and fucking me. I caught up with most of the truckers I had screwed the day before at the depot, but there was no opportunity for them to fuck me again. It was nearly lunch time when they were done and I asked who was going to take me home. I had a lot of volounteers and I knew they wanted to fuck me again. In the end, three trucks took me home with six men in them. It was early afternoon now and that's when I called Mark's secretary to let him know I would see him after work. Mark sat in stunned disbelief through most of my story. He tried to interrupt me a few times but I wouldn't let him stop me. When I was finally done telling him how I had spent my time getting gangbanged for the last week and a half by over 50 men in all, I finally let him speak. The six truckers who had brought me home were still in the room and had been silent throughout my whole story. It was the first time they had heard the whole story as well. Mark got very angry and told me straight out that he didn't believe me. He said I was making it all up to get back at him for cheating on me. I could see how hard it would be for him to accept the new me but I didn't have much sympathy. He had cheated on me with my best friend after all. I told Mark that I would make him believe me. I told him I had promised to fuck all six of these truck drivers for bringing me home but since Mark had come home early, I had only been fucked by four of them so far. I stood up and let my dress slip off my shoulders. I had nothing on underneath! I was in my own lounge room, naked, with my husband and six other men. As I walked towards the table, I said "Whose turn is it?" to the men. Mark stood up and told me to cover myself! He still didn't seem to realise how things had changed. I wasn't the submissive, little woman anymore. I told him he could leave and divorce me if he wanted but if he walked out of this room, he was fired! He could tell I meant it and fell back onto the sofa with a look of shock on his face. He was paying himself over $300,000 a year as manager of my company and we both knew he wouldn't get anything even close to that anywhere else. I knew he wouldn't leave! This was my final revenge. I had seen him fucking my best friend and now he was going to have to watch me getting fucked as well. The two men who hadn't fucked me yet approached me with a smile and dropped their pants. I think the thought of fucking me in front of my husband turned them on because they were both hard. As I hopped back up on the table, one of the men lifted my legs over his shoulders and looked right at Mark as he stuck his cock inside me. He started screwing me hard and my breasts were bouncing up and down as I lay there on the table moaning with pleasure. I motioned the second man over and took him in my mouth. I sucked his cock while his friend screwed me and Mark had to watch the whole thing. The two men came almost at the same time. The one in my mouth was quicker by only a few seconds. As he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed cum all over my face, his friend suddenly gave a mighty shove and buried his cock to the hilt in my cunt as he unloaded his balls of their contents. I still hadn't cum so I asked if anyone wanted more. After hearing my story, most of the men were ready to go again and one by one they fucked me in front of my husband. I came twice as they fucked me, and I was loud. There was no way Mark could doubt me anymore. I was a gangbang queen! When the men were done, one of them helped me off the table. I walked very unsteadily over to Mark and he said angrily, "OK, you've had your revenge. Now get these men out of here!" He still didn't get it! I explained to him that it had started out as revenge but now I knew that this was what I wanted. I told him I was going to be letting a lot of men fuck me from now on and he might as well get used to the idea. The men left and things with Mark were very cold for a few weeks but he never actually left me. I wasn't particularly cruel about it. I never deliberately invited men over to fuck me in front of Mark again, although he did come home early again once more and I was with two guys in our own bed. We had a talk after that and I agreed to have any men out of the house by 5pm and Mark agreed not to come home before then. There was only one more incident but it wasn't my fault. Nine men had been taking turns at me as I was bent over the kitchen table, all afternoon. They spread my legs and tied my ankles to the table legs and then bent me over with my hands tied to the far side. Most of them had me more than once and I think a couple even went for thirds. They fucked my ass as well as my cunt and when they had finished, they left without untying me. Mark came home to find me in that position with cum dripping out of my cunt and my ass. There was a large puddle of cum on the floor. Mark wasn't very happy but I didn't care much, although he did wait almost an hour before untying me. That has been the way of it ever since. It's a rare day that I don't have a few men drop by the house for a fuck and if they don't, I go out and find some new ones. I leave week day afternoons for my regulars who come to me at home. Usually there's only a few but occasionally a dozen or more will turn up. Friday or Saturday nights I go looking for new talent. Sometimes both nights, so I get seriously gang banged by a group of new men at least once a week, even if I have to go a bar and pretend to be drunk and gagging for it. I've been living this life style for almost three years now and I estimate I have had over two thousand different cocks inside me. Mark still fucks me a couple of times a week. More often than he used to in fact. When he's fucking me, he likes to give it to me hard. I think he's trying to hurt me but he's not really equipped for it. I give a little yelp every now and then, it seems to make him happy, but it's the next gangbang I'm really thinking about when Mark fucks me. My life is wonderful! Hi! If you like my stories, or even if you don't, please give me some feedback. I would love to hear from you. [email protected]

I want to tell you about how I became who I am today. I never intended for things to turn out this way but it's too late to change now. I am who I am! I still feel like the events of that Saturday night happened to someone else. I was so drunk. It was like I was an observer, rather than a participant. If it hadn't been for the physical evidence and my very sore fanny the next day, I would have almost thought it was just a dream. My name is Sara. Without an "H"! It always pisses me off when people get that wrong! I was 16 at the time. I'm 5ft 4in tall. I have long brown hair and small to average breasts. I wish they were bigger! I do have a really tight body though. I did gymnastics after school three days a week. I love sport, mainly soccer, and I am very fit. I went to a party that Saturday night. It was the usual teenage party! Josh's parents were away. There were lots of alcohol and mild drugs available. I was still living at home but my parents weren't very strict. I was supposed to be staying at a girlfriend's house that night, so I wasn't expected home until Sunday afternoon. The party was huge! Just about every teenager in town must have been there. A slight exaggeration! Over 50 of us though. Mostly boys! Maybe 15 or so girls! I was having a great time. I was horny as hell and out to get laid. Does that shock you! Yes, girls like to just fuck sometimes as well. I wasn't a virgin! Not even close! I lost my cherry when I was 12. I had only had three boyfriends, but I have had a few one night stands as well, mostly in the previous year. I love how they call them one night stands. With teenage boys, they are mostly 5 minute stands! The point is I wasn't completely sweet and innocent. I had fucked or blown seven or eight of the boys who were at the party that night in the previous year or two. This was mostly my regular social crowd with a few boys from nearby schools that I didn't know. The party was really rocking. I was putting away the drinks pretty quickly. I was trying to get drunk and succeeding admirably. Most of the other girls that were there were with their boyfriends, so I was getting lots of attention from the boys who weren't attached. It was a nice warm night and Josh suggested going for a swim in the pool. There was already a few guys in there. Skinny dipping of course! I really had the hots for Josh so I agreed but I kept my panties on. Josh was all over me in the pool. Kissing and touching. I was enjoying the attention. I was kissing him back and letting his hands wander without too much resistance. I had already decided he was the one I was going to fuck that night! At one point he had me up against the wall of the pool, kissing me and squeezing my tits, below the waterline. Then he put his hand down my panties and slipped his finger inside me. I was getting fingered right there, with about seven other boys in the pool with us. I was pretty sure they knew what was going on. A little while later, Josh got out of the pool to go and get us both a drink. The other boys started gathering round but I had made my decision so it was just a bit of harmless flirting. I was waiting for Josh to come back! We were all laughing and water fighting. Most of them were using that as an excuse to cop a feel. One of them even tried to finger me but I wriggled away. They all managed to fondle my tits though. I had hands going everywhere and only two hands to stop them but It was still just harmless playing around. Eventually I realised Josh had been gone a long time. I got out of the pool, despite the protests from the boys, and went looking for him. I picked up a T shirt from the deck chair and went inside. I couldn't see Josh anywhere! I thought maybe he was in the bathroom but it had been a long time so I went to make sure he was alright. He wasn't in the bathroom but I need to go, so I locked the door. While I was sitting there on the toilet, I could hear noises coming through the wall from the bedroom next door. Someone was having fun! It was obvious they were having sex! Then I heard Josh's voice! I finished in the bathroom and went next door! Josh and some other guys were tag teaming one of the girls. Josh had his cock in her mouth and the other guy was fucking her. A third guy was standing back waiting for his turn. I was mightily pissed off! The guy I had set my sights on was being blown by another girl, right in front of me. Josh looked up and saw me! He looked stunned for a moment then started to say something. I just said 'fuck you' and walked out. I was really annoyed. I have always managed to get any guy I set my sights on. Being thrown over for a tall blonde bimbo, ten minutes after I let him finger me, really hurt my pride. I went back out to the pool area to get my clothes and go home. I found my top but couldn't see my jeans, or bra anywhere. The guys were calling for me to come back in the pool, but I just wanted to leave. Then one of them called my name and I saw that he was waving my bra in the air from the centre of the pool. One of the other guys did the same thing with my jeans. I asked them to give them to me but they just kept saying 'come and get them'. I didn't really have much choice. I took off the T shirt I had borrowed and jumped in. Naturally that didn't do any good. It just turned into a game with the boys tossing my bra around and me chasing them. I was pissed off at first but eventually my mood changed and I started to laugh along with them. More of the same sort of water fighting as before happened. Only this time my goal was to get my bra back. Their goal was a bit different! I was play fighting with them. We were in a tight group at the time. I was trying to get my bra from Steve who was holding it above his head. He was much taller than me so I couldn't reach but he was enjoying my bare breasts rubbing up against him as I tried to reach high enough. Whenever my arms were outstretched, reaching for my bra, the other guys would grab my tits or stick their hands between my legs. Then the bra would be passed to someone else and the whole thing was repeated. Everybody got a good feel. The other guys were touching me and squeezing my tits when suddenly, someone pulled my panties down! I don't know who it was! I squealed and tried to stop them but it happened so fast and I was obstructed by hands all over me. Now the game continued except I was totally naked and I had both my bra and panties to get back. I was unsuccessful of course! There was about eight of them and they were all bigger and stronger than me. Eventually I gave up and things settled down a bit. I became more relaxed about being naked in the pool with a group of boys. Two of them, David and Ian were friends with Josh. They had me pinned against the wall and were kissing and touching me all over. I knew both of them from school and I was seriously thinking about letting them take me to one of the bedrooms. I was still pissed off with Josh and fucking two of his friends in his house, was starting to seem like a good way to get revenge. I said 'I need a drink' and David offered to get me one. A few minutes later he came back and gave me a drink of something. After that things got a little hazy. I still don't know if the drink was 'spiked' or if I was just really drunk. Either way, things started to get out of my control. The guys who had me pinned against the wall were getting serious. One of them was always kissing me which made protesting difficult. Their hands were all over me and one of them started fingering me. Things just got more and more heated. It wasn't a game anymore. They were being seriously passionate. I was in the shallow end of the pool now so my tits were out of the water for all to see. I was getting really hot with these two feeling me up and taking turns fingering me. I kind of forgot about all the other guys in the pool. I broke away from David who was kissing me and turned around to reach for my drink. They both didn't stop touching me the whole time. Ian came up behind me and reached around with both hands, cupping my tits. I was having a drink and was still leaning forward on the edge of the pool when he slid his cock inside me from behind. It surprised the hell out of me! I really wasn't expecting it. It happened so quickly and my drink went down the wrong way. I started to choke on my drink and put the glass down. Ian didn't even pause. He kept fucking me while I was choking! Before I could get my breath back, David jumped up and sat on the side of the pool and slid in front of me. His cock was hard and right in my face. As soon as I stopped choking on the Vodka, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head down, shoving his cock in my mouth. Before I even knew what was happening, I was getting it from both ends! Like I said, I was very drunk, maybe even drugged and it was like this was all happening to someone else. David was holding my hair in his fist and was pulling my head up and down on his cock and I wasn't resisting. I may have even been cooperating! His cock was getting really hard now and he was pushing it all the way down my throat. I've always found it easy to swallow cock. I know lots of girls that say they gag, but I have never had that problem. I was deep throating him, and he was loving it. Ian gave an almighty thrust and came inside me, pushing me forward and my head came off David's cock for a moment. Then Ian pulled out. I felt the sudden absence of his cock much more than I felt him fucking me. Isn't that strange? I thought that David would jump in and start to fuck me then, but he just pulled my head back down and I continued sucking him. I still felt Ian's hands on my body from behind, reaching around and squeezing my tits. Then he entered me again. His cock was still as hard as a rock! Then I realised, it wasn't Ian! I had forgotten all about the other guys in the pool and one of them had just started fucking me. I knew most of the boys in the pool but I was being fucked by one of them and I didn't even know who it was! I tried to lift my head up to put a stop to this. A threesome was ok, I had done it before, but I wasn't intending on getting gangbanged! David was still holding my hair and wouldn't let me go. He had a good hold on my head and he was a lot stronger than me. He just kept moving my head up and down on his cock. I couldn't stop it. Things had gone too far for that and besides, I was kind of enjoying it. After a while I stopped resisting and started really sucking David's cock. The boy behind me, whoever he was, just kept on fucking me. Soon I felt the stranger behind me spasm and I had another load of cum dumped inside me. When he pulled out, I wasn't surprised that someone else immediately took his place. This guy must have been huge. Even after two guys had just fucked me, and even with me being very drunk and relaxed, I could feel him stretching me. I reached between my legs and felt his cock and balls. They were enormous! He soon warmed up and started giving it to me deeper and harder. He was very thick but obviously not too long or it would have hurt more, because he was really pounding into me! I finally had my first orgasm at about the same time that David came in my mouth. As he pulled out of my mouth, I let go a deep moan of pure pleasure. I was coming like never before! It was like a scene from a porn movie, but I couldn't stop myself. I had another orgasm about thirty seconds after the first one. David was quickly replaced by one of the other guys from the pool but I didn't see which one. Once again I found my head being pulled up and down on a cock. I had two cocks inside me and I didn't know the owner of either of them! The monster cock behind me finally unloaded and boy did I feel it! He thrust forward so hard I thought he was going to split me in two! I felt surge after surge of his cum, splashing inside me. Finally he pulled out and I felt empty as the cool pool water rushed in. Not for long though! Another cock slid inside me, more easily this time but he didn't seem to mind. A few minutes later the guy in my mouth pulled my head up and sprayed cum all over my face. I recognised him then. It was a boy called Anthony who was in one of my classes. He let go of my head and jumped back into the pool. For the first time I could see more than just the belly of the boy in front of me. Everyone from inside the house had come out to watch the show! About 20 people in front of me on the patio were all looking at my cum covered face and watching me get fucked by multiple guys. I could only see one girl. She was Julie, one of the girls I know from school and she was there with her boyfriend. As I caught her eye, she shook her head in disgust, grabbed her boyfriend's arm and left. That left me as the only girl with seven or eight guys in the pool and about another 18 guys in front of me. I scooped up a handful of pool water and rinsed the cum off my face. Soon after that, the guy fucking me came inside me. I was still bent over the side of the pool and moaning with pleasure. It was clear to everyone that I was enjoying myself. A couple of the guys from the patio grabbed my arms and lifted me out of the pool. They carried me inside and laid me on the kitchen table. There were a few more guys inside. Not very many though. Most of them had been outside watching me get fucked. One of the guys slid me to the end of the table, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and entered me. Another one at the side of the table turned my head, pulled me towards his cock, and I started sucking again. Four or five more guys fucked me in the same way and another two came on my face, then someone started taking pictures. I saw the camera flash a few times but I was too far gone to care. I wasn't really sucking cock anymore. I was in too much of a drunken daze for that. The guys were just holding my head and fucking my face. They seemed to enjoy pulling out and spraying my face rather than coming in my mouth. Soon I was a real mess. I couldn't even open my eyes and I started to drift off into a drunken stupor. After a few more guys had cum in my cunt and on my face, they carried me outside and threw me in the pool! That woke me up! I guess they were just trying to clean me up without getting their hands messy! I could hardly move but a couple of the guys in the pool held me up. I was carried out of the pool again. I felt hands drying me with a couple of towels, and then I was taken to the main bedroom and thrown on the bed. I had barely hit the bed when someone was on top of me and once again I was getting fucked. Someone else pulled my head towards their cock. I found I could open my eyes again and I saw that it was Josh. I could taste cunt juice on his cock and remembered the blonde he had been with earlier. He had obviously fucked her and now he was making me suck her cunt juices off his cock! A few minutes later the guy fucking me came and Josh took his place and drove his cock deep inside my cunt. Now I was finally getting what I wanted earlier, Josh was fucking me! It wasn't quite the romantic evening I had planned on though. I have no idea how many guys fucked me that night. Most of them! All of them! Who knows? I just know it went on for a long time.Eventually I totally passed out! I was incredibly stiff and sore the next day. My tits were bruised! My jaw ached! My cunt hurt! So did my ass! At least one person had fucked me up the ass. I don't even remember that happening! It must have been while I was unconscious. When I woke up there were still a few guys awake and a lot more crashed out all over the house. Two of them were in the bed with me. It was nearly lunch time. My hair felt like it had a bottle of glue squeezed into it with all the dried cum and I couldn't open one eye, so I had a quick shower and washed my hair. When I got out, I couldn't find any of my clothes. Josh gave me something of his mothers. An old lady dress! Yuck! I live in a small town so it was only a couple of miles home. I walked the whole way, aching from head to toe. Nobody offered to drive me home! I got home and got inside without being seen by mum or dad. I had another couple of hours sleep and another shower before showing myself downstairs. I felt sure that somehow, what I had done would be written all over my face but everything was normal, at home at least. Back at school on Monday was different. The stories ran wild. Everyone knew about it. The photos were being sent from phone to phone. Apparently there was even a movie file, taken with someone's camera phone, which was being shared around. Everyone treated me like I was the town slut from then on. I lost all my girlfriends. The boys showed me lots of attention but all they were after was a quick fuck. I shut myself away for a few weeks but teenagers are not solitary creatures. I started going out on dates again. I was very lonely and looking for affection. With my reputation, every boy that asked me out expected to get lucky and I didn't disappoint them. Since I had lost all my real friends, spreading my legs was the only way I could maintain a social life. The girls at school called me a slut and a whore but the boys kept asking me out. It got so a hand on my leg was all it took for my legs to open wide. If a boy put his hand on my head or shoulder and gave the slightest downwards pressure, I would drop to my knees, open my mouth, and reach for his cock. I became known as an easy lay. I was getting fucked four or five times a week. Sometimes with more than one guy! Not another gangbang. Just the occasional threesome! One night I was in the park with two boys when one of the guys said something like, "This slut is so loose. I can't touch the sides". I was devastated because he was right. I had stopped going to gymnastics and all the fucking was stretching my cunt wide. I knew I had to do something. I started working out again. I bought some heavy metal balls from a sex shop on line. You have to hold them in your cunt, to force you to keep the muscles tight. At first I couldn't hold even one without a great deal of effort. It kept on slipping out when I lost concentration. Gradually it got easier and I started going through the whole day with one of them inside me. Occasionally it would slip out and roll around in my panties until I popped it back in. Eventually I could keep it in without even thinking about it. Then I inserted two of them. The extra weight made it difficult again but I soon got used to it. Then it was three. Then it was four. This took several weeks and I was still getting fucked almost nightly during the process. Nevertheless, I soon got my body and my cunt back in shape. I was getting nailed by a couple of guys one night when I decided to show the one on top of me what muscle control is all about. On every thrust I relaxed my cunt so he could enter me easily. On every withdrawal I gripped him tightly, forcing the blood into the head of his cock as he withdrew. He got so hard I thought he was going to burst! He said to his friend "Fuck this bitch is tight", which made my day. All my work had paid off. He soon came inside me and then I did the same to his friend. It was tiring, contracting my cunt muscles every second or so, but it was very satisfying watching their faces as I worked my magic on their cocks. We lived in a small town so I guess it was inevitable that my parents heard rumours about my exploits. Mum gave me a talk about safe sex but she didn't say anything about my activities. We moved town quite suddenly a few months later! To give me a fresh start as a decent girl I suspect. That didn't really work out as they planned. I did try to be 'good' but I found myself in a big city with no friends. I still had my final year of school to go and I knew one sure fire way for a girl to make friends. I wasn't the town slut anymore but it was only a few months before most of the boys knew that if we went on a date, they would get laid. I could live with that. The girls didn't hate me and I didn't fuck or flirt with any of their boyfriends. I had friends again, both male and female. I set up a Facebook homepage and had lots of friends from school add me as a 'friend'. I kept my account private. Only my school friends could see me but I had dozens of them. I was popular again and not for the wrong reasons. About six months later I got invited to go swimming up at the lake by a guy named Jimmy. He was a boy from school and one of my Facebook friends as well. He said a bunch of people were going. Jimmy was a nice guy and I wanted a steady boyfriend instead of screwing a different guy or two every week, so I said yes. I was hoping he could be the boyfriend I was looking for. He was gorgeous! I t was about an hour and a half drive to the lake down a bumpy country road. Jimmy and I held hands and flirted a bit on the way. I was getting wet just holding his hand! When we got there it was beautiful. There was a small but nice cabin and the lake was magnificent. I couldn't wait to go for a swim. There were three of Jimmy's friends there already, all boys. I assumed there would be other girls coming as well. We went inside the cabin and I asked Jimmy where I could get changed into my bathing suit. He showed me the bedroom and then he left. I started getting changed and was topless when Jimmy walked back in. I covered my breasts with my arms and was about to tell him to leave but he walked up to me and started touching me. I wanted him, I just didn't expect it to be this quick. He had me fully undressed and on the bed in nothing flat. Within seconds he had his pants down and I could see that his cock was already hard. He entered me in one quick thrust with nothing much in the way of foreplay, but I was wet enough that it didn't hurt much. It was the change in his manner that bothered me. He wasn't flirting or kissing me anymore. He was just fucking me for his own pleasure, as if I was a blow up doll. About ten minutes later one of the other guys came into the room and said "Hurry up Jimmy, I want a turn". I was shocked! I hadn't given them any reason to believe that I did that sort of thing. I started to say something about not fucking his friends. Jimmy just said in a really aggressive voice, "Shut the fuck up slut". Then he rolled me over on my hands and knees. I was scared! I didn't really know Jimmy all that well and he now seemed like a different person altogether. I didn't know the other guys at all. Before Jimmy had even finished, the other guys came in. One of them tried to stick his cock in my mouth but I turned my head away and Jimmy slapped my ass, hard! He didn't even say anything. He just wrenched my head around and the other guy shoved his cock in my mouth and started face fucking me. I didn't want to suck him so I wasn't doing anything to cooperate or help him cum. I would have bit him but I was too frightened. Jimmy started fucking me harder and I knew he was close to cumming. A few minutes later he slammed into me so hard it hurt. I screamed around the cock in my mouth but the guy wouldn't let go of my head. He used that opportunity to shove his cock deep down my throat and he held it there. Jimmy unloaded deep inside me while my head was held down on the other guys cock. I couldn't breathe! I can deep throat but I can't keep it there for a long time. I was starting to suffocate when I felt the next cock enter my cunt. Then the guy I was giving head to pulled his cock out far enough for me to take a breath. He warned me to start sucking properly or he would leave it in my throat for longer next time. I took his threat seriously and I started sucking like a wild woman! I used every skill I could think of. I swirled my tongue around the head. I played with his balls. I stroked the base of his cock. Anything to make him cum! He let go a load of cum into my mouth and told me to lick his cock clean. I did! Some of it had run down to his balls. I kept licking and sucking until there wasn't a trace of cum on him anywhere. When he was finally satisfied he got up and someone else took his place. I was getting gangbanged again! Even though there were only four of them, this time was much worse. I was stone cold sober this time and they were being quite rough. I tried to show as much enthusiasm as possible because I was scared they would hurt me if I didn't. After they had all fucked me, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and then went out to the lounge room. I still couldn't understand how this had happened. I did nothing to lead these guys on, yet they were treating me like a cheap whore. I put on a smile, as if I was having a great time, because I didn't want to be roughed up anymore. Besides, I wanted to go home and they had the only cars. We were miles from anywhere! In the lounge room, the guys were watching a porno on a lap top computer and laughing. They called me over and showed me what they were watching. It was titled "Sara Marshall - The Gang Bang Girl". It was me! I was spread on the kitchen table at Josh's place getting gangbanged. I watched while three guys went through me, plus two who came on my face. The guy fucking me pulled out and the camera did a close up of my cunt. Cum was dripping out of me. One of the guys pushed down on my stomach and cum flooded out of my cunt. I don't even remember that happening. I was stunned but I couldn't tear myself away. Jimmy said he found it on the Internet after doing a search for me. I didn't even know it was there. "That's how I knew you were into this sort of thing", he said. I didn't know what to say. There was no way I could convince them that I wasn't really into gangbangs. Especially since I had just finished fucking all four of them! Apparently very enthusiastically! The guys kept watching my movie and I couldn't help but watch it as well. The guys broke out some beers and made lots of crude comments throughout the whole thing. It only went for 25 minutes, so it was only a small part of what I had endured that night. The boys all got so horny from watching the movie that they took turns at me again, right there in the lounge room. They weren't so rough this time, so I kept on cooperating. I wanted to keep things friendly! I must have got a bit aroused watching my movie because this time I had an orgasm. When they were done for the second time, I went to the bathroom to clean up again. When I came back out, one of the guys was gone. I asked where he was. Jimmy said he had gone to get supplies for the night. I told him "I thought this was just a day trip". He said "Not anymore. We decided to stay the night". He looked at me and smiled. I knew I was in for a night of more sex but it was worse than I thought. When Steve came back from the supply run, he brought two more cars with him. Another seven guys got out. That's when I realised I was going to need lots of alcohol! This was going to be a very long night! The guys took turns at me all night long. In every hole! For the first time, I was fucked up the ass while I was conscious. It hurt at first but wasn't too bad. I persuaded them to use lubricant but the first two or three guys to fuck my ass still hurt. Eventually I loosened up a bit and started to enjoy it. Then they all wanted my ass, even the ones who had already fucked me. At one point they had me straddling a guy on the floor, sucking the cock of a guy kneeling in front of me, as well as getting fucked up the ass by a third guy. I actually had lots of orgasms that night. I lost count after about ten. In the morning a couple of the guys took me home. The ride home was uncomfortable. I was very sore. Bouncing up and down on the bumpy road was quite painful on my bruised cunt and asshole. Mum and Dad weren't home when we got there so the two boys who brought me home fucked me once more each on the lounge room floor of my home and then left. Just a few minutes later Mum and Dad got home. Later that evening I checked my Facebook account and found that Jimmy had posted a link on my homepage. The link took me to the site where Jimmy found the movie file of `Sara Marshall - The Gang Bang Girl'. It also had over a hundred pictures from the first gangbang at Josh's house. Jimmy had added a few more pictures he had taken last night as well. My face was clearly recognisable in most of them and many of them were 'tagged' with my full name, just like the movie. They must have posted the link last night because it had been on my homepage for nearly 24 hours! All my friends must have seen it by now. My life was ruined! It was going to be just like before. The next day at school I got lots of cold stares from the girls and rude comments and come ons from the boys. I got called a slut so many times I lost count. I had lost all my friends again and it wasn't my fault! I wasn't the gangbang slut everyone thought I was. The first time I was drunk or drugged. The second time I was just too scared to say no. I only had six months of school left but that felt like an eternity. I was asked out on a date nearly every night. The guys 'knew' I was a sure thing and wanted sex. They would get really angry if I tried to say no. They thought that I was a slut who loved to fuck, so why not them? It's kind of understandable from their point of view. In the end I stopped even trying to say no. I was getting screwed on every date and I was going out four or five times a week. Some days I was being fucked at lunch time in school as well. I had totally lost the will to say no. If a boy grabbed my hand and dragged me into a closet or an empty classroom, I just went without resistance. I would drop to my knees at the slightest hint they wanted their cocks sucked. And believe me, teenage boys always want their cocks sucked. Three boys even fucked me, very quietly, in the school library in the middle of the day. They took turns keeping a lookout for the librarian or anyone else who might happen along. I was frequently dripping with cum but If I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, I got nasty comments from the girls like 'Here to wipe the cum from your cunt are you slut". It didn't help that most of the time they were right. I couldn't face them, so I stopped using the bathroom at school altogether. I spent most of the afternoons with wet, cum soaked panties after being screwed at lunch time, because I wouldn't go clean myself up. Sometimes the boys took my panties as souvenirs and I would spend the afternoon with cum running down my legs under my long tartan skirt. My favorite time of day was at the gym after school. It was a private gym a long way from my school. It was the only place other than my home, where I could still be me. I even had a few friends that were regulars there and for the next few months this was the highlight of my day. Then one day, there was a group of men working out and they kept looking at me. They were quite a bit older than me. They looked in their mid to late twenties so they definitely weren't from my school. One of them was particularly big and muscular but I didn't recognise any of them. I didn't really think too much about it, as it's not unusual to have a few guys in there working out even during the women's gymnastics sessions, and I'm used to attracting stares from men. When I finished my training, I was returning some equipment to one of the equipment rooms. The guys walked in to put away their weights. I looked up as I heard the door open and I saw the five men come in, including the huge guy I had seen earlier. I smiled and nodded hello as I went back to what I was doing. I wasn't worried. It was a public gym and there were dozens of people outside the door including lots of women. Anyone could walk in at anytime so I felt quite safe. I put my things away and started to leave the equipment room. As I was walking past them, one of them grabbed me. He spun me around and bent me over the pommel horse. The other two grabbed my arms and held me there. I saw the other man go and lock the door! I don't know how he came to have a key! One of them shoved a rag into my mouth as the other guy was locking the door. In one swift move the guy behind me had my skirt up, my panties down, and he was pulling down his shorts. Fortunately I always take the metal balls out when I'm training! The guys took turns at me right there! I don't know if the rag was to stop me calling for help or to stop me from moaning with pleasure. They kept changing positions, so every few minutes I was looking into the face of a different man who was holding my arms pinned down in front of me. The big guy was the last one to fuck me! He placed one hand in the middle of my back and pushed me further forward. The guys holding my arms over the pommel horse pulled harder. I was raised on to the tips of my toes as the big guy grabbed my hips and lifted me up for easier access because he was so tall. I felt the big guys cock pushing at my cunt. I felt my cunt stretching wider as he pushed at me and I tried to relax my muscles or I knew this was going to hurt. I concentrated on relaxing and my cunt opened even wider. He still wasn't inside me yet! How big was this guy? Suddenly my cunt gave way and he was inside me. I could hardly breathe. It was like losing my virginity all over again! He fucked me fast and hard. It didn't last long but within a couple of minutes, I came with the strongest orgasm I have ever had. I nearly passed out it was so strong. A few moments later he flooded my cunt with his cum. He pulled out of me, pulled up his shorts and they all walked out. I was left bent over the pommel horse with my skirt up around my waist, my panties around my knees, and I was still quivering in the aftershock of the most powerful orgasm ever. As I stood there, dripping cum down my legs, I realised that I had just been fucked by five total strangers. They never even spoke to me. Not a word! Anyone else would have screamed for help or at least struggled. What did I do? I stood there and let them all fuck me and I had the best orgasm of my life! I had become the total cum slut that everyone thought I was! I no longer had anywhere I could go without being the Gangbang girl. I returned to the gym a few more times. Very cautiously at first because I didn't want a repeat, but I never saw those guys again. That didn't matter though because everyone looked at me differently now. It was clear that my reputation had spread even here. Most of the men I had become friendly with at the gym, asked me out over the next few weeks and one by one they all fucked me. Usually in the back seat of their cars in the parking lot, before they went home to their wives or girlfriends. It wasn't just school 'friends' that were screwing me anymore . Some of these guys were in their thirties and I was still sixteen! Three of them dragged me into the men's locker room one day and took turns at me. I had screwed all three of them in the last few weeks but not at the same time. There was a broken weight bench being stored in there and they put it to good use. They stripped me naked, laid me on the bench, lifted my legs high into the air and tied my ankles to the upright posts using skipping ropes. One on the left and one on the right. One of the guys stuffed my panties into my mouth while another tied my hands above my head to the far end of the bench. It wasn't to stop me screaming for help. They knew I would let them fuck me. I think they just enjoyed gagging me with my own wet panties. Then they adjusted the bench to a comfortable height and started to fuck me. Their cocks were much bigger than the average teenager's cocks and they lasted much longer. They took turns fucking me and then just walked out, taking my gym clothes with them and laughing about the Gangbang girl. They took all my clothes except for my panties, which were still stuffed in my mouth. I was exhausted when they had done with me and was still tied naked on the bench with my legs spread high to either side. I remained like that for nearly an hour before another group of men came in and were surprised to see me there. There were six of them and some of them recognised me. I had fucked a couple of them already. One of the guys who didn't know me, thought I had been raped and rushed forward to help me and told one of the others to call the police. The other men laughed and told him about me. I distinctly heard him say 'gangbang girl' in disgust and then he left. Almost as soon as he left, the remaining five men looked at each other and moved toward me, unzipping their pants. One of them started to fuck me while another took my panties out of my mouth and put them in his pocket. He immediately replaced my panties with his cock, and I started to suck him off while his friend fucked me. They all changed positions a few times and I sucked and fucked the lot of them. My mouth was very dry from having my panties shoved in them for so long and I was actually quite relieved when the first man moistened my mouth with his hot jism. At least they untied me when they had finished with me, which is more than the first group had done. They did walk off with my panties though! I had a change of clothes in the girls locker room but that was at the other end of the gym and I was totally naked. I looked around the change room for some kind of clothing or a towel but there was nothing. Too many thefts had taught people to lock everything in their lockers. I snuck out of the men's locker room and made my way cautiously to the other end of the gym. I had to duck around a few corners. I hid for a few minutes in an empty squash court as some people came by, then I made a 20 yard sprint down the main corridor. Surprisingly, I made it to the ladies locker room without anyone seeing me. I raced through the door and quickly shut it behind me, only to find three ladies in there looking at me. I was a mess! I was naked! My hair and face had cum all over them. That last sprint had released loads of cum from my pussy and It was running down my legs in huge quantities, readily visible at a glance. These were some of the ladies I had been doing gymnastics with over the last few months. We were friendly a few months ago. That friendliness cooled when they heard the rumours about me. Now, with proof right in front of them, they turned totally cold. They called me every name under the sun. Slut and whore were the nicest ones. I realised I couldn't come back here anymore. I had just lost my last refuge! I had finally become the total cum slut that everyone always thought I was! I would fuck or suck any cock, anywhere, anytime. Any man or group of men that wanted me could just take me, with or without asking. The harder I was fucked, the more men that were involved, and the more forcefully I was restrained, just added to my pleasure! My life as the 'Gangbang Girl' had really started! Hi! If you like my stories, or even if you don't, please give me some feedback. I would love to hear from you. [email protected]

I have read so many stories on the subject of Gangbangs. For some reason I have always found the idea very stimulating but it was just a fantasy until very recently. A little bit about me. My name is Christina. I'm 23 yrs old and employed in retail sales. I'm moderately tall at 5ft 8 and quite slim. I'm not a fitness fanatic so I don't have some of the curves more athletic women have, but I'm told that I am attractive. I have black hair down to my shoulder blades. I would like it longer but it becomes a nuisance to manage so I keep it shorter, but still long enough for a lover to grab a handful. I do have very nice breasts. They are a bit large considering how skinny I am but they stand up nicely even without support and they are well rounded. They have always been my best assets. As far back as I can remember, gangbangs have been my main fantasy when masturbating. There's something about being the sexual centre of attention of a bunch of horny guys that really turns me on. Even though I had never done it with more than two men at a time before, I frequently fantasised that my lover was the last in a long line, even while he was fucking me. I love it when they pin my hands above my head and make me feel helpless to resist them. I've been tied up a few times during sex play and quite enjoyed it but it had never got out of control and was only ever with a single partner. I was very nearly gangbanged a long time ago when I was 16. Things got very passionate with me and a roomful of about seven or eight boys around the same age. I was drunk of course and flirting with all of them. I was sitting on the couch between two of them who were taking turns kissing me. Eventually their hands started to roam and I was quite enjoying the feel of their hands running up and down my legs and squeezing my tits through my top. Bit by bit they got braver and my shirt was undone exposing my cleavage. Their hands moved higher up my legs and started rubbing my wet cunt through my knickers. My head was tilted slightly back and to the side as I was passionately kissing the boy on my left, who was also rubbing my cunt with his left hand. The other boy on the couch managed to get my bra undone. I don't know how that happened but I noticed as he lifted up my bra and let my tits out. Now they started taking turns licking and sucking my nipples while the other one was kissing me. Soon after that one of the boys slipped a finger inside my knickers and started fingering me. I had kind of slid down on the couch a bit so my bum was right near the front. My knees had been pulled wide and the boy fingering me started slipping his finger deep inside me. He kept that up for a while which I was really enjoying in a dazed drunken sort of way, then he quite suddenly pulled his finger out and I felt my knickers being pulled down. I pulled my knees together as he stripped my knickers down to my ankles. Then he moved back up and took over kissing me while the other boy took over fingering duties. Both of them cooperated in pulling my knees wide again and it was at that point that I remembered that the room was full of other boys. They had been so quiet and I had been so preoccupied that I had forgotten they were there. I started feeling a bit uncomfortable as the thought of being gangbanged crossed my mind for the first time. I tried to sit up a bit and pull my legs together but I was in a bad position for leverage and the boys were stronger than me anyway. I was still being tongue kissed by one of the boys and both of them had their free hands on my tits when I felt someone else fingering me. There was a third boy getting in on the action. I was getting a bit more scared now and actually started struggling for real but I couldn't close my legs because of the third boy who was kneeling between them. The boys were still gently restraining me, more by body weight than anything, when I heard the sound of a zipper. Now I seriously panicked and managed to break away from the boy kissing me. I pulled myself up into a sitting position again and could see the boy in front of me had his cock out, inches from where my cunt had been only seconds before. Remember, I said that I was very nearly gangbanged! I stammered out some kind of apology, saying 'I can't do this' or something like that and got up and left, pulling my knickers up as I got off the couch. I was very upset at the time. I'm not usually a prick tease but on this occassion I was just too scared to go through with it. Give me a break! I was only 16! One of the two boys from the couch came after me and gave me a lift home. He was actually very nice and ended up comforting me on the passenger seat of his car. About six inches of comfort as I recall. For the next six years or so things were pretty tame. Don't get me wrong, I had plenty of lovers in that time. Even a few threesomes but I never put myself in that situation again. Yet through that whole six years and still now, being forcefully but nonviolently gangbanged has been my secret fantasy. I don't know why that is considering how scared I was when it nearly happened. There's probably some deep and meaningful reason. Ask a psychologist! Whatever the reason, I found myself repeatedly unsatisfied by my lovers. Whether they managed to go for an hour or two, or whether they lasted minutes didn't seem to make any difference, they always left me wanting more. Finally at the ripe old age of 22 I decided to do something about it! I never thought that getting gangbanged would be so difficult. Just going out to a bar and finding the right size group of guys, in the right age bracket, who aren't hideously ugly, and with no other girls around is harder than you think. I don't think I was being particularly picky. I'm quite attractive so I didn't want to be screwed by a bunch of fat smelly drunks but I didn't set the standard very high. Just a group of average or better looking boys is what I was after. I deliberately hung out at night clubs that had the younger crowd in them. I figured a bunch of horny teenagers shouldn't be that hard to find and they weren't. I met up with a group of about eight boys at a place in Sydney. They all looked to be around 16 maybe 17 yrs old. I was flirting quite outrageously and pretending to be drunker than I really was. I heard comments saying that I was 'gagging for it' and things like that. Which was pretty much the truth in this case. It all seemed to be going well. I got invited back to someones house and five of the boys turned up so the party continued. I was making it obvious that I wanted sex. I was kissing the boys I was dancing with. I was squeezing their bums and letting them squeeze mine. It was all laughs and giggles and lots of fun but it was starting to get late. Or perhaps early is more appropriate as dawn couldn't have been too far away. I started rubbing the crotch of the boy I was dancing with and he started getting more touchy as well. I thought it was time to make my move so I 'staggered' and nearly fell over. I said I had better sit down before I fall down. I let a couple of the boys help me to the couch and pulled one of them into me for a kiss as I sat down. He was leaning over me and I was rubbing his crotch when he slid his hand up my dress. My knees flew open to give him better access and he took the hint and started fingering me. I pulled the other boy in closer and we kissed for a bit while I got fingered. I helped him undo my bra and he started sucking my tits with all the other boys watching and cheering. I really thought things would have gone by themselves from here but I still had to initiate everything. I reached for the pants of one of the boys and undid them. I pulled his cock out and started wanking him off while the other boy fingered me. When he was nice and hard I looked him right in the eye and said 'Fuck me'. He moved back a bit to take his pants off and I used that opportunity to remove my knickers and lie back with my legs spread. The boy that was fingering me had moved aside and his friend moved in between my legs. He knelt down on the carpet and slid his cock inside me. I was finally getting fucked. It seemed to have taken a lot of effort on my part, which is really unusual. I'm usually fighting them off! The boy fucking me wasn't very big and worse, he didn't last long. He shot his load inside me inside of two minutes. As he pulled out, I let out a moan of frustrationand turned to the other boy. He still had his pants on! I undid his pants for him and took out his cock, he wasn't even hard! I started to suck him off but it took me ages to get him hard. Probably something to do with having his cock sucked in front of all his mates but eventually we got there. As soon as he was hard enough, I took him out of my mouth and guided him into my cunt. He didn't really seem to know what he was doing. He may even have been a virgin. Whatever he was, he was no expert lover. He slammed into me for a few minutes and then pulled his cock out and shot his load onto my stomach and tits. A couple of spurts even made it up onto my face. As he pulled away I looked to see who was next but none of the others came forward. I even tried to wave one of them over but he just shook his head and turned away. I was left there hugely unsatisfied. I had been screwed for a total of about five minutes by two of the boys. The others weren't even interested. They were too shy or too scared maybe. I was hugely embarassed and once it became obvious that none of the others were going to fuck me, I got dressed and got out of there. They didn't even offer to drive me home. I did the walk of shame to the nearest train station and made my way home. It was several weeks later that I made up my mind to try again. This time I would go for a slightly older group that might actually have the balls to go through with it. I dressed quite elegantly with a black dress and a plunging neckline. The shoulder straps were very thin but thickened out as they went down over each breast showing plenty of cleavage between them. The neckline plunged past my belly button which is pierced and has a saphire stud in it. I had a small black purse with a thin but long chain, just big enough to hold some money and my keys. I was wearing black lace knickers, no bra, and black high heeled ankle length boots. The dress was very short and really showed off my long legs. I was lucky this time and found a group of young men in their mid to late twenties at the first place I went to. It was a hotel bar and the men were all there for some kind of conference, which meant they had rooms in the hotel. Perfect! It didn't require much effort to insinuate myself into the group and the evening progressed pretty much as expected. I got quite a few drinks bought for me and lots of attention. It was still early when I got invited back to a room and we continued drinking and partying. There were about eight of the original group that came back to the room and things were looking good. It was Michaels room we were in and he wasn't shy about hitting on me. I was responding to him and letting him know I was up for it, but I didn't want the others to think I had chosen just him, so I made sure to flirt with the other guys as well. A few of them copped a feel of my tits while we danced and I encourage them. It was Michael that took things a bit further though. While we were dancing he slid the strap of my dress off my left shoulder as he was kissing my neck. I think I surprised him, and the others, when I dropped my left arm and let the dress fall down on my left side, completely freeing my left breast. All the men seemed very appreciative! Michael wasted no time in getting a handful and playing with my bare breast and gently pulling my nipple until it was very pointy. He slid off my other shoulder strap and I let my dress completely drop to the floor which left me standing there in high heels and black lacy knickers and nothing else. I threw my arms around Michaels neck and kissed him while we continued dancing. Another one of the guys snuggled up behind me, rubbing his crotch against me, making me the meat in the sandwich between him and Michael. I saw a few of the men start to leave at that point and I said, "You don't have to go!" One of the men said something like "I'd love to stay darling, you're fucking gorgeous, but I'm married". This seemed to be the case with a few of the others as well, as the crowd of eight rapidly dropped to three men and me. I was hugely disappointed. It was obvious this wasn't going to be the gangbang I had planned. That didn't stop the remaining men making their move the instant the door closed. As Michael continued playing with my tits, the guy behind me pulled my knickers down and I was left naked except for my heels. He slid his hand between my legs from behind and started fingering me. I was very very wet and his finger went in easily. A short time later Michael pulled away from my embrace and undid his pants. He pulled his cock out, which was an impressive nine inches and put his hand around the back of my head. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me down. I obediently dropped down to my knees and took his already hard cock in my mouth. His cock was quite thick and I had difficulty deep throating him, but I managed and he seemed to enjoy it. I was gently playing with his balls with one hand and stroking the base of his cock with the other as I sucked him. It was only a few minutes before he let go a load of hot sticky cum into my mouth. Quite a lot actually. As he removed his cock from between my lips, I made sure to look up and show him my open mouth full of his juice before I swallowed it all in one gulp and smiled up at him. I didn't even have to move position as the second guy stepped into Michaels place and I sucked him off in pretty much the same way. This guy also had a decent sized cock although not as thick as Michaels. When he shot his load into my mouth I was surprised, not by the amount, but by how thick it was. I have swallowed all consistencies of cum from thin and milky to thick and sticky but this was the thickest and gooiest I could remember. It had such a 'stringy' texture, I almost had to chew it! The third guy was sitting on the couch stroking his cock and I crawled over to him and started sucking him off. It was another very large cock and I thought then, that perhaps guys with smaller cocks were shy about getting them out in front of their friends. Maybe that's why I got left with three well hung guys. This guy also had the balls to match! They were the biggest I had ever seen. They were actually heavy and hung down a long way. I suspected he was going to deliver quite a load when he came and I was right. While I was blowing him I felt someone get behind me and spread my knees. It turned out to be Michael. He had recovered from my blow job and he slid his cock into me and proceed to gently fuck me doggy style as I blew his friend. I had already been sucking the third guy for about five minutes, so Michael had only just got started when the couch guy let go a load of cum into my mouth. Talk about quantity! He was lying back and I was on top of him, so I wrapped my lips firmly around his cock just behind the head, and let him shoot up into my mouth. The very first surge nearly filled my mouth. The second surge overflowed it. Some of it went down my throat when I wasn't expecting it and I choked slightly, which caused cum to snort up my nose. Hot cum in your nose is an overpowering smell! A third surge of hot cum erupted into my mouth and I couldn't hold it all. Some of it leaked out and ran down his cock and onto my hand which was still wrapped around his shaft. As I took my head off his cock, I tried not to let too much more cum spill out but a bit more escaped. I threw my head right back and opened my mouth to show him my mouth was completely full of his cum. Some of it spilled out and ran down my chin. I had to swallow three times before my mouth was empty and then I started licking up the spilled cum. I cleaned up his cock and balls and licked the cum from my hand. There was still more cum which had run down my face and onto my neck. I wiped it up with my fingers and licked them clean as well. The whole time Michael kept fucking me! The guy on the couch slid out to the side and I rested my head on my arms while I was bent over the couch. Michael started fucking me harder now that I wasn't sucking cock and I had to put my left hand forward to brace myself against the back of the couch. I slid my right hand down between my legs and felt Michaels cock as he slid in and out my wet cunt. I started rubbing my clit while he fucked me and I could finally feel my own orgasm starting to build. I am a major 'moaner' when I get close to coming and this was no exception. I was furiously rubbing my clit and moaning, or perhaps grunting is a better word, with every thrust of Michaels cock inside me. Michaels pace was quickening and he was slamming into me even harder. When my orgasm finally happened, it was a beauty! I came so hard I got all hazy and for a moment I thought I was going to pass out! I don't know if all girls are the same but when I come, I become very sensitive for a while. If I was riding on top, I would have totally stopped moving until it subsided and then continued riding. Michael wasn't having any of that though. He appeared to be close to coming himself and he kept on slamming into my most sensitive area right at the most sensitive time. I had stopped rubbing my clit so I gathered in one of the cushions with my right hand and buried my face in it as I screamed out with unbearable orgasmic pleasure while Michael continued fucking me harder and faster. I was wrong about Michael being close to coming. He kept going for three or four more minutes and my orgasm continued the whole time! Michael had a tight hold around my slender waist and suddenly pushed hard up inside me and stopped. I could feel his cum splashing into me and felt his cock spasming with every jet of his hot juice into my cunt. I hoped he would stay buried inside me while my orgasm finally subsided but he almost immediately pulled out in one sudden move. I was still a bit hypersensitive and the sudden contraction of my ring made me squeal again. What a sight I must have been. I lay there without moving, bent over the couch with my head buried in the cushion. I had my arse up in the air and my knees spread wide, wearing nothing but high heels. My cunt was quivering like a strummed guitar string and my whole body was shaking as my orgasm subsided with pulse after pulse of lessening pleasure, until finally it stopped and I just collapsed. I don't know how long I lay like that but eventually I realised everything was quiet. I slowly eased my knees back together against the protesting muscles and pushed myself back up off the couch and looked around. Michael was the only person in the room and he had had time to get his pants and shirt back on. The other two men must have left after I sucked them off and I hadn't even noticed. So much for this attempted gangbang! Although I couldn't really complain, I had been well and truly fucked! Michael came over and helped me get to my feet. I needed the help! My legs were shaking almost uncontrollably for the first few seconds. It only took a few moments though before I was able to walk, albeit a little unsteadily over to Michael who was holding my dress. It was at that moment that Michael, who had been charming and sensitive all evening, surprised me. As he slipped my dress over my head and it fell into place, he simply said, "You have to go now". He handed me my purse and he grabbed my arm and walked me toward the door. He picked up my knickers from the floor and stuffed them into his pocket saying, "I'm keeping these". I barely had time to adjust my dress so that it properly covered my nipples when he shoved me out the door into the hotel corridor. I turned around to speak but the door was already closing. It all happened so quickly I was a bit stunned. A couple of minutes earlier, I was bent over the couch getting the best fuck of my life, and now I was standing in the corridor, looking at a closed door with cum running down my legs! To make matters worse, there was an elderly couple just about to enter a room across the corridor about five metres away. I turned and walked away as my face started to burn with embarassment. I walked very unsteadily towards the elevator and pushed the button. I refused to look around in case the old couple were still there. After about a thousand years the elevator doors opened, and thank god it was empty. I quickly stepped in and pushed the button for the ground floor. As the doors closed, I turned and saw myself in the mirrored side walls of the elevator. My god I was a mess! If you have ever seen a woman with that 'just been fucked' look, you have some idea of what I looked like! I have no idea how so much cum got in my hair but there were globs of cum everywhere and my hair was sticking out all over the place. I ran my hands over my hair trying to smooth it down and remove the shiny white cum but my hair kept springing back out. My more immediate problem was the cum running down my inner thighs. It had gone half way to my knees, way past the hem of the dress. It wasn't brilliant white like the stuff in my hair, but I could clearly see the shiny wetness glistening off my inner thighs in the reflected lights of the elevator. I had nothing to clean myself up with, not even any underwear. I stretched my dress down as much as I could and used the inside of my dress to wipe away the cum from my inside thighs and pussy. Not the best idea in the world I realise, but I was in a rush because the elevator was nearly at the ground floor. I had cum on my hands which I had wiped from my hair and which now stained the front of my dress. A larger amount of cum from my pussy and legs, made a huge wet patch right over my crotch but there was nothing I could do as just then the elevator arrived in the lobby. It was still quite early. The lobby clock was showing 10:30pm and there were plenty of people around. I attracted quite a few stares as I walked as quickly as I dared across the lobby and out of the hotel. Fortunately there was a taxi waiting outside the hotel and I got in the back and went home. The taxi driver was way too friendly. He kept turning around to talk to me whenever he could. It was obvious he was trying to get a better look at my tits or a glance up my dress. He wasn't even being subtle. Maybe he thought I was a prostitute. The drive seemed to last a very long time. When I got home I found a business card in my purse. Written on the back were the words, "If you really want a gangbang, meet me in the restaurant at 7:30 Friday and wear the same boots!" It took me a few seconds to realise what restaurant he meant. He could only mean the hotel restaurant. He must be crazy! There was no way in hell I was ever going back to that hotel or seeing that arsehole again after the way he treated me. I cleaned myself up with a long hot shower and got into bed. I still couldn't believe what Michael had done. Nobody had ever treated me so much like a slut, or been so disregarding of how I felt. He used me like a whore then threw me out of his room without even giving me a chance to clean myself up! I had been totally humiliated. Which is why I was quite surprised to find my hand wandering towards my clit. I was getting hot thinking about what had happened and ended up masturbating twice that night! I kept thinking about it all week and even had to go to the bathroom at work and masturbate a couple of times. It wasn't until Friday that I eventually made up my mind to go. I wore a nice outfit but nothing like the sexy dress I had worn earlier in the week. I followed Michaels instructions and wore the same ankle length, high heeled black boots. I arrived right on time and Michael was already there. I was very nervous but Michael was being quite charming again and gradually I lightened up. We had a delicious dinner and a nice conversation. After dinner Michael suddenly asked, "So how many guys do you want to take on?" He caught me by surprise with the sudden question and I said I didn't know. He said we would just see how it goes and that he would keep an eye on things to make sure it didn't get out of control. I actually felt reassured by that. I had absolutely no reason to, but I trusted him! I thought we would be meeting some other men there in the hotel like last time but Michael had something different in mind. He told me he was taking me to a club. A very exclusive club. I asked if he meant a sex club. He said yes but it was mostly a B&D club, which worried me a bit. I'm not really into pain and told him so. Michael explained that lots of people who went weren't into the discipline side of things. They treated it like a fancy dress party and got dressed up in leather and chain and just had a good time. He said there would be some people there who were more seriously into it but that it wouldn't involve me unless I wanted it to. We established some ground rules from the start and I said if I was to come along there was to be no violent discipline of any kind. Not even a spanking. I agreed that a bit of bondage was ok and we reached an understanding! Michael told me that he would be taking me as his 'submissive', and he would play the role of my master. Basically I was to be his sex slave! We went up to Michaels room and he had an outfit ready for me to wear. Everything except the boots since he didn't know my shoe size. Now it was obvious why he had me bring my own boots! I have to describe this outfit in detail because I want you to really get the picture. It was basically at first glance a black leather bikini. The 'Bra' had leather straps and was studded with metal rings. The cup on both breasts was clipped on and could be removed, leaving nothing but a harness in a triangle shape around each breast. It was surprisingly comfortable! The pants were a black leather G-string with ties at the sides, which of course left my arse totally bare. A very small triangle of leather at the front barely covered my pussy. The leather bikini bottoms were covered over by a short leather skirt which snapped together with press studs down one side. He strapped some leather bracelets onto my wrists and another set on my legs, just above the ankles. I looked a bit like one of the pretty slave girls out of Conan the barbarian movie. The bracelets had metal rings hanging from them at several points and an odd little hook attachment with a catch. Michael demonstrated that if the hook on both bracelets was hooked in to one of the rings on the other bracelet, it became a very effective yet comfortable set of handcuffs! There was no way I could reach back with my fingers to unhook the catch. Once I was ready Michael left uncuffed me and went to get changed. I couldn't wait to see what he would be wearing! To my surprise, when he came out he was wearing a very expensive looking but perfectly ordinary business suit, including a brief case. That hardly seemed fair! Michael gave me a fairly ordinary coat to wear on the way to the club. When we arrived at the club, Michael got something else out of his briefcase. It was a dog collar and leash. I said 'you've got to be joking', but Michael explained that the collar and leash were necessary. They showed that I was his property and nothing could happen to me without his consent. He said if I walked around in there dressed as a submissive without an owner, anything could happen. I put the collar on! Michael attached the leash and walked me into the club! I felt very conspicuous at first. The club was mostly men although there were a few other women there. Most of the women were dressed even more extreme than I was. Dominatrix types! Quite a few of the men were dressed up as well, mostly as submissives! Michael walked me straight to the bar and ordered us a couple of drinks. I was attracting a fair bit of attention from the men at the bar but played my role as a submissive and tried to look shy and subdued! It really was just an ordinary looking bar except for the people, although there seemed to be a few more secluded areas than normal. There were several sections to the place and Michael took me on a bit of a tour. It was actually pretty tame. All the women I could see were there with someone, boyfriend perhaps, or maybe even their husbands. It could have passed for a slightly kinky fancy dress party. At least until we walked into an area where there were a few more people gathered and they were making quite a bit of noise. As we got closer I saw a topless blonde submissive on her knees giving her 'master' a blowjob! Something you don't see in your average bar! We stopped and watched with the others for a few minutes. Michael was chatting with a couple of the other guys and I was trying not to stare at the blowjob going on right in front of us! We had been there for about an hour and had several drinks when Michael finally got things rolling. We were sitting in a shallow booth almost directly opposite the main bar. It wasn't a big booth, it comfortably sat two people with a small rectangular table between them, but if you squeezed, you could get two on either side and another at the far end. The padded bench seat in the booth was 'U' shaped. It wasn't a secluded position at all and I was feeling a bit 'exposed'. I slipped around to the top end of the table to sit closer to Michael but I was really after the cover which that gave me. Michael had to go to the bathroom and he took his end of the 'Leash' and hung it on a hook on the wall. He smiled at me and walked away. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable without Michael there. I felt like a dog tied up outside a shop while it's owner was inside. Apparently I was still out of bounds while I had the leash on though. Several guys came closer and checked me out but none of them tried to touch me. Michael came back from the bathroom and told me it was about time I got my tits out! There were a few other women there by this time and about half of them had bare breasts. One even had exactly the same top I was wearing but without the cups but I hesitated about exposing myself in front of all these people. Suddenly Michael grabbed my arms and lifted them above my head. He attached my bracelets to each other and hooked them on to something on the wall behind me. He looked me in the eye and said, "It's about time you learned how to play the game! From now on when I tell you to do something, you respond with 'yes master' and do it, or there will be punishment!" As he said that, he reached down to the cups of my bra and unsnapped them both in one sudden move. I was 'chained' to the wall and my tits were out for everyone to see! A lot of clapping and cheering erupted from the guys at the bar just a few metres away. I could feel the colour rising to my cheeks and told Michael that I wasn't sure about this. He just said 'it's too late for that' and he gagged me! Michael held my chin and pushed something into my mouth. It was a very strange gag. It resembled a babies pacifier more than anything but it was made out of rubber and leather. It had a small rubber cock attached to a leather pad. The cock went in my mouth. The leather pad sat across my lips and was held on by elastic which Michael stretched over my head. The gag wasn't tight. I could still breathe around it. The cock didn't reach the back of my throat so there was no choking feeling. It just had the effect of keeping my tongue depressed. I could make noise but I couldn't form any words. Reflexively, I struggled as Michael moved away from me but that just had the effect of setting my breasts bouncing and I got another round of applause from everyone nearby. Michael moved the table out of the booth, leaving me fully exposed to all the men at the bar. He left me like that for about ten minutes before telling me he was going for a drink. He took the dog leash, which was still attached to the collar around my neck, and hung it back on the hook on the wall. Michael went to the bar directly opposite and got himself a drink. He was chatting with the guys there and I could hear them telling him I had great tits and things like that. Michael invited them to come and check them out. He came back to the booth and took control of my leash again. About a half a dozen guys came with him and Michael invited them to feel my tits. For the next few minutes I had hands all over my breasts as they all took turns cupping them, squeezing them, and pulling at my nipples. When all the guys came over I had pulled my legs tightly together. Michael noticed that and told me to spread my legs. I obviously didn't respond fast enough or enthusiastically enough to please him because he said, "I can see you need another lesson". Michael got some thin rope out of his briefcase and tied it through the metal loops on my ankle bracelets. I could see where this was heading and sure enough my ankles were soon spread wide and fastened to the bench seat legs on either side of the booth. I had slipped forward on the seat when Michael pulled my legs wide and now my bum was just barely on the edge of the seat. I was mostly supported by my arms which were tied above my head. Michael unsnapped the leather skirt from around my hips and I was left with just my leather bikini bottoms. The guys all took advantage of my helplessness and took turns playing with my breasts and rubbing my cunt through my soft leather panties. This went on for quite a while and eventually I stopped resisting! My arms were getting a bit sore from being stretched above my head for so long and I think Michael realised that. He told me that he was going to untie my hands but if I tried to undo the gag or if I disobeyed him, I would be strung up again. One of the guys offered to buy Michael and me a drink. Michael accepted and when the guy came back with the drinks, Michael took the gag out of my mouth and told me to drink it quickly! My mouth was a bit dry from the gag and I gulped down the drink thirstily. Michael ordered me to thank the guy that had bought us drinks and I obediently said "thank you". Then Michael said "you can thank him better than that. Suck his cock!". I hardly hesitated this time as I leaned forward in front of my 'master' and reached for the zipper of the guy standing in front of me. I took his cock out of his pants and started to suck on it. My legs were still spread wide and the rest of the guys were still playing with my tits while I sucked their friend. I tried to give good head to the guy I was sucking and it wasn't long before his cock erupted and hot cum splashed into my mouth. I held him in my mouth until he had finished spurting and made sure he and the rest of the guys standing around me got a good look at my cum filled mouth before looking at my master. "Swallow it" he told me, and I did. One of the other guys said, "That's got to be worth a drink. What's she drinking?". Michael said "She's drinking cum, but I'll have a scotch". The guy nearly fell over in his haste to get to the bar. He was back in a minute with a scotch for Michael and with a nod, Michael indicated that I should 'pay' for it. Without hesitation I reached for the guys cock as he pulled it out of his pants and I started to give him head. This guy was pretty big and a little bit rough as he held onto my head and pulled me onto his cock. He was putting a bit of pressure on the back of my head and trying to go deeper into my mouth, so I fought back the gag reflex and swallowed him. He really seemed to like that so I kept doing it. I stroked the base of his cock with one hand while my other hand slipped down to my clit. I was so horny it took no time at all before I let his cock slip out of my mouth, gave out a long low moan, and had a shuddering orgasm. The guy wouldn't give me a moment to recover. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back on to his cock. It wasn't long before a second load of hot cum filled my mouth and just like before, I showed it around before swallowing it. I looked back at Michael with a 'see what a good girl I've been' look on my face and he smiled and pointed to the table next to him. It was full of drinks! There was about fifteen guys standing around me and it looked like all of them had bought Michael a scotch. As the realisation of what that meant came to me, another guy stepped in front of me and took his cock out. I was going to be swallowing a whole lot of cock! That became my routine for the next couple of hours. As I sucked off the guys in front of me and they 'came' and went, others took their place. The guys were nearly always hard and ready from watching me give head, so it was only taking me a few minutes to suck each one off. I didn't come again. I must have sucked about thirty cocks in that couple of hours. My stomach was full of cum, and my jaw was aching but the crowd around us was bigger than ever. Some of the guys spurted a bit more as I took them out of my mouth, so I had cum on my face and in my hair. As I finished off one of the guys and swallowed his load, I turned to Michael with a pleading look and said, 'I can't do anymore'. Michael nodded and said, "Yeah that's about enough". The guys weren't happy though and wanted more but Michael ignored them and I gratefully collapsed back in to my seat as Michael untied my legs. I was exhausted! Michael got off his seat and came round in front of me. He hooked my leather bracelets back together but this time behind my back. I looked at him in surprise because I hadn't done anything 'wrong' but before I could say anything he gagged me again. Michael stood me up and moved me out of the booth. He replaced the table he had removed earlier and whispered in my ear, "I didn't want you to panic and change your mind'. Then he turned me around and bent me over the table. He spread my legs and tied my ankles to the table legs. I was sure he was about to fuck me as he undid the ties of my bikini bottoms and stripped me bare. Then he came around and sat down in front of me leaving my ass hanging out over the table with my cunt fully exposed to all the guys at the bar. He lifted my head an looked me right in the eye as he removed my 'Leash'. Then he loudly told the bar that my cunt was now open for anyone to use! You should have heard the commotion. I couldn't see what was going on because I was facing in towards the bench seat that Michael was sitting on. My cunt was facing outwards, on full display to everyone in that part of the bar. It was just a few seconds later I felt a guy behind me, grabbing my hips and pushing his cock into my cunt. He had quite a big cock but I had no trouble accomodating him. My cunt was very wet! There's really not much to tell about the next couple of hours. It wasn't gentle! Cock after cock went through me in much the same way. Cocks of all sizes and shapes. The guys tended to hold on to my hips or sometimes my waist, and drive their cocks into me really hard. I loved it! I couldn't talk but I screamed and grunted with every thrust of a hard cock up inside me. I came a half dozen times in the first hour. After that things just became a blur. I certainly wasn't drunk because I hadn't had much to drink. Maybe it was the continuous orgasms! I was just barely aware of being fucked but I noticed more when a cock was pulled out of me. I was going hoarse from all the grunting but I noticed that when I went quiet they fucked me harder! I guess it strokes their ego to think they are hurting poor little me with their massive cocks! So I squealed with pain/pleasure when each new cock entered me and I grunted loudly with every thrust of their mighty weapons into my guts. I wasn't really faking it, just exagerrating a bit! Eventually though I became less responsive and was just a fuck bag for their use. The next thing I remember clearly was Michael untying me and helping me stand up straight. The bar lights were up and it was much quieter, although there were still quite a lot of people around. I didn't have my bra harness on anymore, not that it covered anything anyway! The leather bracelets had been removed from my wrists and ankles as well. The only thing I was wearing was my high heeled boots and the dog collar! I was very unsteady, my legs were shaking like crazy, although there was surprisingly little pain. Just stiffness from being in the same position for so long! Michael took my boots off, saying that there was no way I was going to be able to walk in those. He was probably right! Even barefoot I had to lean on Michael heavily as I walked naked out of the club with cum running down my legs. We picked up our coats in the foyer and went home. Michael dropped me off at my place but he didn't stay. As the taxi pulled up outside my place and I got out Michael said, "Don't you want to know how many?" It took me a moment to realise what he meant and I just nodded. He looked at me and said, "twenty seven blowjobs and thirty eight fucks", as he smiled and drove away. At first I couldn't believe I had been fucked by that many guys in one night. I thought about it. It was about nine when we got to the club. It was about another hour before anything started. If my guess about the two hours giving head was right, then Michael had bent me over the table and offered my cunt to the bar sometime around midnight. I looked out at the first signs of the sky beginning to get light. It must be about 6:30am. Even allowing for the drive home, I had been continuously fucked for about six hours! That's about ten minutes per fuck on average. It sounded about right! Michael himself never fucked me that night and I never saw or heard from him again. 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Introduction: She was the perfect girl but had this one problem, nightmares, nightmares that were so real to her that she felt everything in real life that happened to her in her dreams. Unknown Presence - The Vessel. Leeann Hamilton had always been a normal twenty something girl with the IQ of a genius and looks that could stop people dead in their tracks. She was a dead heat in a Zeppelin race. Her gorgeous ivory skin glowed in the sunlight with a delicate scattering of freckles; untamable flaming red curls that flowed down her back like a babbling brook and a body with the perfect ratio between chest-waist-hips, the type of curves that both men and woman would kill for. She was the perfect girl. Leeann had this one problem; nightmares, nightmares that were so real to her that everything she felt in her dreams she felt in her body. They did not bother her until the bruising and the marks started to appear on her skin, that was when she began to feel frightened and that is where we begin this story... As Leeann woke up in the middle of the night yet again; she gasped for air as she clung onto the Egyptian cotton sheet that was draped over her curvaceous body as she slept. Sitting bolt upright in the grand mahogany four-post king-size bed looking around; searching for the figure that haunted her in the land of nod, the faint scent of roses and lilies filled the room as she shuffled to the edge of the bed in search of the Tiffany lamp switch on the mahogany bedside table. As the light filtered into the room; she felt an eerie presence behind her on the bed that made her jump up onto her feet and back up towards the wall. She stared at the bed as she crossed her arms across her chest, feeling her erect nipples straining against her cotton tank top. She stood looking at the bed for a few minutes before moving from the wall towards the bed; she scanned around the room before clambering back into bed, as she pulled the sheet up over her shoulder she looked around one last time and put it down to just another bad dream. That night Leeann slept with the light on, yet again. The next morning Leeann went downstairs in her black pajama shorts and black and white striped tank top to have breakfast, her parents were sat at the dining room table already eating when she heard her mother gasp and drop her cutlery. ''Lee, what happened to your arms, baby?'' she cried out. Leeann looked down at her arms unaware of what her mother was making a fuss about, her eyes still groggy from sleep widened as she gasped in utter shock when she saw purple bruises around her wrists in the shape of hand prints. ''Mum! I... '' she burst out crying as she fell to her knees at her mother's feet. ''What happened! Who did this! Baby?'' her mother pleaded with her as she held Leeann tightly to her as she sat on the floor. ''I can't explain it, it's happening when I sleep...'' she looked at her mum teary eyed. ''It's okay; you can tell me the truth. If a boy is hurting you; you can be honest with me, I won't be mad.'' she said soothingly as she stroked Leeann's hair and wiped away the tears from her cheeks. ''I AM telling the truth! It happened when I was sleeping Mum!'' she shouted. ''It can't just happen when you're sleeping! Don't lie for some BOY!'' her mother shouted back. ''Forget it!'' Leeann pushed her mother away as she ran to her room, locking the door behind her. She ran and jumped back into bed pulling the covers over her untamed flaming red mane, she lay sobbing hard into the feather filled pillows trying to hide from the world like she did as a child. Leeann was racking her brain as she tried to figure out where the marks on her body had come from when she heard movement come from inside her room, even though she had locked the bedroom door behind her. ''M...mum?'' she sobbed. Her head peeked out the covers as she tried to see through the tears; she looked across the room, nothing. As she tried to compose herself; wiping away the tears, she felt a cold hand graze her knee and work its way up her thigh. She scrabbled to the edge of the bed as suddenly the covers were thrown from her body, across the room and she was callously pinned to the bed by an unknown presence. ''Ahh...Let me go!'' she squealed. The presence lifted her up off the bed into midair; then threw her up against the wall, restraining her by the underarms as she kicked and flapped her arms around as she tried to break free. She felt it kiss her neck down towards her large full ripe breasts; tearing her tank top off as it bit down into the creamy flesh of her left breast, leaving its teeth marks imprinted in the delicate skin directly around her nipple. Its cold hands pawed at her milky flesh as she struggled to fight the invisible assailant. ''Leave me ALONE!!'' she shouted at the top of her lungs. Suddenly she was released and dropped onto the bed, she found herself in a pile on the bed half naked and bleeding. Leeann jumped from the bed grabbing her jeans; hoodie, bag and ugg boots as she ran out of her room dressing as she fled the house. She jumped into her jeep and headed for her best friend's house, one town over. She searched in her bag for her cellphone to call Jessie, she realised she was going to sound insane trying to tell her about what had happened to her. She pulled into a car park to call Jessie. ''Jess?'' Leeann stammered as her voice quivered. ''Lee, what's wrong?'' Jessie knew immediately that there was something wrong. ''Can I stay with you tonight?'' she asked as she started to sob. ''Of course, what's wrong Lee? Where are you?'' she quizzed. ''I'm at your work...'' Leeann sobbed. ''I'm on my way out... Stay there!'' Jessie demanded. Leeann sat crying uncontrollably with her head on the steering wheel as she waited for Jessie to come out of work. The door opened suddenly and Jessie hopped in, she looked at Leeann and wrapped her arms around her; that was all it took for her to break completely. She broke down sobbing and shaking, she was an emotional wreck and could not even explain what was wrong. ''What's wrong L?'' Jessie asked, as she brushed her wild fiery tresses away from her face. ''You won't believe me...'' Leeann sobbed hard into Jessie's shoulder. ''Try me Babes. Just try me.'' she smiled sympathetically. Leeann pulled up the sleeves on her hooded top to reveal the hand shaped bruises around her wrists. ''Lee! What happened?'' Jessie asked shocked ''I don't know. I woke up and they were there. And then...'' she paused and looked away from Jessie. ''Then?'' Jessie raised an eyebrow. ''Then after I tried to tell my mum, I was in my room and something touched my thigh, pinned me to the bed then lifted me off the bed and was... ...touching me...then...'' Leeann cried. ''Something? What do you mean something?? Then what!?'' Jessie questioned. ''I knew you wouldn't believe me!'' Leeann yelled. ''It's not that I don't believe you, it's just... What do you mean something?'' Jessie raised her eyebrow again. ''I don't know, I can't see it! I can only feel it touching me!'' Leeann sobbed uncontrollably, she then pulled her hoodie down revealing the tender bite mark on her left breast. ''Oh...My...God! That thing did that to you! Honey, we'll figure it out. I promise.'' she said reassuringly as she pulled her closely and held out her pinky making her a pinky promise. ''Thank you for believing me. No one else does!'' Lee locked pinkies with Jessie. ''Do you want me to drive, Lee?'' ''No, I'll drive. It will keep my mind off everything.'' Leeann said wiping her tears away. They set off towards Jessie's house where they opened a bottle of wine to discuss what the hell had been haunting Leeann. ''Okay...Lee when did this start? Think...'' Jess asked as she sipped her wine. ''Erm...about three weeks ago. I think...'' Leeann responded embarrassed. ''Why haven't you said anything to me about it before? I mean we tell each other everything. Don't we?'' Jess held Leeann's hand. ''I didn't think it was really happening, I thought it was dreams but now it's happening when I'm awake and leaving marks on me!'' she started hyperventilating. ''What has actually happened? From the beginning; tell me everything, even the stuff you think was a dream. You know I will take it to the grave if you don't want me to tell anyone.'' she smiled empathetically. ''The first time it was like someone was standing over me; watching me sleep, it went on like that for a few days. Then it was as if someone was breathing on me as I slept and touching me its hands groping/stroking me then when I would wake up it would stop. Last night it was like someone was in bed with me spooning with me; with their icy cold hands running across my stomach, holding me against them, grinding on me. Then today the bruising appeared; then I was pinned to the bed, lifted off my feet, groped and bitten. It's really scaring me Jess... I need your help! I need something...like an exorcism or something!'' Leeann wailed. ''Oh Lee! Why didn't you come to me before now?'' Jess reached over and hugged her tightly, rocking back and forth as she tried to soothe her and make her feel safe. ''You can stay here as long as you like! If you need me to go to your house and get stuff for you I can do that, so you don't need to go into your room.'' Jess said softly as she stroked her face. ''Please, I don't want to go back into my room. That's the only place it's happened, it hasn't happened anywhere else in the house.'' she sighed. Jessie helped Leeann up from the sofa and took her to her bedroom where she undressed her, got her into pajamas and put her into bed with sleeping tablets. ''Please take these Lee...it will help you get some rest while I go get some stuff for you. You need to rest...'' Jess handed Leeann a couple of sleeping tablets and a glass of water. ''I'll stay with you until you drift off, honey bee.'' Jess smiled as she stroked her wild curly tresses away from her eyes. Jessie climbed over Leeann on the bed and lay down beside her; she draped her arm over her waist and held her close against her as she drifted off to sleep. Once Jessie was sure Leeann was asleep she set off for her house to get some things she may need whilst she stayed with her. As she drove to Leeann's house her mind raced back and forth about what it could be that was attacking Leeann at night as she slept and now during the day. As arrived at her house she could see Leeann's mum pacing back and forth in front of the living room window, as soon as her mum spotted Leeann's car pull up and Jessie getting out she disappeared. She was waiting at the front door before Jessie had even gotten to the gate. ''Is my baby alright, Jessie?'' Leeann's mum Vera probed. ''She's really shaken and upset Vera. Something has her really shit scared and I think she's telling the truth about it being 'something' not someone.'' Jessie said to Vera with a deadpan face. ''I just think she needs time away from 'this' house to get her head straight. I'm just here to get some things for her and I'll be out of your hair.'' she said as she pushed passed Vera. ''What do you mean, away from 'this' house?'' Vera asked with anger in her voice as she grabbed Jessie's wrist. ''You know exactly what I mean! Leeann hasn't been the same since you moved to this house. And I think it is something IN this house that is doing all this stuff to her! Now let go of me!'' Jessie pulled her arm out of Vera's grip. As she headed up the imposing mahogany staircase towards the arched stain glass windows on the landing, she felt a breeze whoosh passed her making her stop dead in her tracks. She turned to Vera with wide eyes before carrying on up to Leeann's bedroom to pack a duffel bag of stuff she might need. Just as she zipped up the bag, she heard creaking come from behind her, she turned around thinking it was Vera as something threw her onto the unmade bed and held her down. She clawed at the air and sheets to find freedom but her efforts were useless against an invisible perpetrator. Jessie cried out for help and screamed but no one came, not even Vera who was stood at the top of the staircase just outside the bedroom door listening to everything. ''Let me go!!! Let me go, you bastard! Leave me alone!!!'' Jessie screeched at the top of her lungs, suddenly she found herself released. She grabbed the duffel bag as ran out of the room knocking Vera onto her ass; she vaulted down the stairs taking no prisoners as she went. It seemed like the longest drive back to her place ever to get back to Leeann and tell her she most defiantly believed her 150%. Jess arrived home parking the car atrociously before running into her house crying out Leeann's name, forgetting she had previously given her two strong sleeping pills. She sat on the bed next to Leeann and shook her bodily trying to wake her, but to no avail. Jessie stood pacing back and forth across the bedroom floor waiting patiently on the sleeping pills to wear off. Six hours later...and a lot of wear on the carpet, Jessie was still pacing back and forth in front of the bed when Leeann was finally opening her eyes slowly and groggily. ''What's wrong Jess? What happened?'' she said quietly as she saw the terror still on Jessie's face. ''I believe you! I believe you, completely and entirely! 2000% I believe you!'' she fell to her knees beside the bed and started to cry into the duvet as Leeann put her arms around her. ''I thought you would be safe going into my room, that it was just me it wanted. I'm so sorry!'' she tried to apologize. Leeann lifted the duvet open as she helped Jessie up into bed, they lay together that night hugging and sobbing as they tried to soothe each other's torments from the unknown presence in Leeann's house. The next day - Leeann woke up to find Jessie gone but replaced with the smell of bacon and French toast filling the room. She slid out of bed in search of her; unsteadily she wandered towards the kitchen/diner where she saw Jess stood at the stove. The light shining directly on her through the window making her black hair seem almost blue and her slender body almost translucent. ''You want coffee, Honey?'' Jessie called out without turning around. ''Mmmhmm'' Leeann called out as she plopped herself down in a bar stool at the kitchen counter. ''Well, you know where the coffee is and the OJ! Get me some too.'' Jessie smiled as she slid a cup along to her along with an empty glass. Leeann chuckled as she pottered over to the coffee machine and refrigerator. She poured out two cups of strong Columbian coffee, adding in milk and sugar before getting two freshly squeezed glasses of OJ. ''See I can do things for myself, I haven't always been waited on hand and foot.'' Leeann smiled and stuck her tongue out as Jess. ''Here...eat up cos we got a lot to talk about...'' Jessie placed a hot plate in front of her filled with bacon, pancakes, three types of eggs, French toast, sausages and hash browns. ''Mmm...It smells so good...I know we do, but can we take it slowly. It's hard for me to talk about because my mum always told me NEVER to tell anyone.'' Lee sighed as she cut into her pancakes. Jessie nodded as she sat beside her to eat breakfast before they took their coffee into the living room to chat. ''Lee, you ARE going to have to tell me everything you know about this Thing. I'm involved now too...'' Jessie told her matter of fact. ''Where do you want me to start, Jessie?'' ''Well the beginning would be good, but the other night before it attacked you in the middle of day might shed some light on it.'' ''I woke up from a nightmare, I swear something was in bed with me but when I reached for the light and turned it on there was nothing. I put it down to my imagination or the nightmare, maybe both.'' Leeann told Jessie as she looked at the coffee in her hands. ''What about the nightmare?'' Jess quizzed Leeann. ''What about it? It was just a nightmare.'' Leeann dismissed Jessie. ''There's something you ain't telling me, L! Spill it now! We're in this together, now tell me...'' Jessie shouted. Leeann sat there in silence as she tried to think of an excuse but all she did was make Jessie angrier. ''Leeann!'' ''ALRIGHT! Alright...I'll tell you. This is hard for me...'' ''I know L, but I'm here for you and I ain't going anywhere, you know that.'' ''Okay... ... I was dreaming that I was in my house but it was like way back in the 1900's or something; I was dressed like they were back then with a long white, empire waisted cotton and chiffon dress with little cap sleeves. My hair was pinned up messy with my curls trailing down my neck and a light blue ribbon throughout it to match the dress. It was very surreal, Jessie.'' Leeann paused "It was like watching myself in a sort of out of body experience'' she sipped her coffee before continuing. "I was in a dark room with very heavy and lavish drapes all over the walls and doorways; with all the old dark mahogany furniture like in my bedroom and the staircase, there was a small round table with a vial on it and a small round brown jar. Beside the table was an old style day bed you see in old fashioned houses, you know with one side and half a back?'' Lee asked Jessie. ''Yeah, yeah I know what you mean. Keep going... It's interesting.'' Jessie encouraged. ''Well the day bed was covered in a white muslin style material and I was laying on top of it; sort of, my arms and head where draped off the end of it like I was unconscious or dead...'' Leeann stopped. ''O.M.G. Leeann! You're dead?'' Jessie interrupted. ''That's not the strange part... There was a devil/incubus type creature sitting on my chest smiling evilly down at me as I am lying there, either unconscious or dead. Then a demented looking horse stuck its head through the drapes at the doorway. By that time I had freaked out and woke up clutching the sheet on my bed. That is when I could feel someone in bed with me and I reached for the light.'' Leeann trailed off. ''Jesus Lee! No wonder you have marks on you. Demons and demented horses. That is fucked up!'' Jessie gasped. ''Wait! I had bare feet and they didn't walk about in bare feet back then. I must have been dressed for bed... It was a nightdress and I must have fallen asleep on the day bed.'' Leeann exclaimed. ''But that doesn't explain the demon thingy or horse...Does it?'' Jess looked confused. ''It's an incubus and no...You're right it doesn't... I think we need to research my house cos it all seems to center around that main thing.'' ''Internet or library?'' Jessie asked. ''How about we go to the library and kill two birds with one stone. They will have computers there and they might have info on my house or what was there previously.'' Leeann smiled at her genius idea. ***** ''Hi, welcome to the library, my name is Michael. What can I do for you pretty girls today.'' He said to them as they enter the library. ''Erm...we're looking for information on a house, or what was on its location in the 1900's or so.'' Jessie answered as Leeann looked at the man strangely. ''Okay, I think we might have something that could help you. All the records are over here if you would like to follow me, girls.'' he smiled at Leeann. ''What are you doing, flirting with the creepy librarian man?'' Jess asked Leeann. ''No! I just smiled at him, nothing more.'' she said defensively. ''Yeah, right, whatever you say.'' Jessie smiled and nudged her as they followed behind Michael. ''Here you are girls', do you want me to help you look or are you all good to do it yourselves?'' he asked. ''No we're good, thanks.'' Jessie answered. ''Alrighty, I'll be over there if you need me. Just give me a shout...well maybe not shout but you know what I mean...'' he blushed as he walked away. ''Well, well, Leeann! I see you can even make grown men stumble over their words with one look. I haven't seen you do that in a long time.'' Jessie joked. They spent the next two hours going through records and files on Leeann's house and what used to be there. It turned out it has always been a house but it had a dark past, there were files in the records of an exorcism of a twenty year old girl back in 1908. Also further files about strange figures being seen in and around the house and strange things happening to the occupants from previous years dating all the way back to 1779. ''Jessie look...'' Leeann nudged Jessie making her jump and drop a heavy book; everyone looked over at the two of them. ''Damn it Lee. You scared me half to death. What is it?'' Leeann handed her the file with all the 'strange' going's on. ''Go photocopy it ALL! I'll keep looking. Also see if there is other files not open to the public.'' Jessie smiled. ''And how am I supposed to do that?'' she looked at Jessie innocently. ''Go ask lover boy, bat your eyelashes. I am positive he'll give you anything you want.'' she grinned. Leeann walked over to him and started chatting as Jessie picked up the large oversized book she had dropped; an old tattered single piece of paper fell out. She quickly picked it up and looked at it, it was a photograph. A photograph of what Leeann had described in the dream, furthermore it was a keen likeness of Leeann and on the back it said 'My love, Anna. 1779.' Jessie quickly put it in her pocket as Leeann was on her way back over with the photocopies. ''Find anything else, Jess?'' she smiled. ''NO!'' she said defensively. ''What's wrong with you?'' Lee frowned. ''Don't freak out but look at this...'' she pulled the photograph out. ''Where did you find this?!'' Leeann's eyes widened and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she took the photograph from Jessie. ''It was in this book you made me drop; it fell out when I picked it back up. She looks so much like you...'' Jessie looked at Leeann with shock. ''We need to go to my house, Jessie. I can't out run this forever. I have to go home at some point.'' Leeann told her. ''You know I'd do anything for you but I will not go into your bedroom...I can't. I'm sorry Lee.'' Jessie hugged her. ''Drop me off then'' she hugged her back. ***** It was a short five minute drive from the library to Leeann's house but they both sat in complete and utter silence, neither of them knew what might happen or if Leeann would make it out alive. ''I love you, Lee. You know that don't you, no matter what.'' Jessie kissed her on the lips hard. ''And I love you, Jess. Always and forever. I'll call you tomorrow and if I don't you'll know something has happened.'' she hugged her tightly before giving her, her favorite bracelet. Leeann climbed out of the jeep and headed up the path towards the overbearing house, where her mother was standing on the porch waiting on her with a smug look on her face. Vera smiled vindictively and waved at Jessie as she hugged Leeann, closing the door behind them before Leeann could get a chance to wave goodbye. ''I'm glad you're home, Honey. Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat?'' Vera smiled innocently at her daughter. ''No, I'm fine Mum. I just want to soak in hot bath...okay?'' Leeann half smiled. ''Oh, okay sweetheart. Just shout if you need anything.'' her mum chirped as she headed to the kitchen. As Leeann headed up the dark staircase she felt that eerie feeling she was being watched again; she shook her head and continued up towards the bathroom. She started to fill the tub with hot water and lavender and jasmine oils to try help her relax. She turned the water off and started to peel off her clothes; Leeann stood naked in front of the full length mirror looking at the marks on her body as the smell of lavender and jasmine filled the room. She felt the tears building as she stood staring at her bruised and battered reflection. Leeann climbed into the tub dipping her toes in first; feeling the tingle of the hot water wash over the cool skin on her feet, up her calves and over her thighs until she lay down and sunk under the water. She emerged pushing her hair off her face as she lay with her eyes closed thinking about everything that had happened. The time slipped away as the water cooled around her, Leeann had drifted off to sleep with the fragrance of the oils relaxing her. She felt something touch her face as it slipped down to her shoulders and into the water, gently caressed her ample bosom, kissing around her nipples and licking where it had previously bitten. Trying to sooth it. Leeann shifted slightly in the water as she became aroused, her knees parted slightly as her nipples became hard as rocks. It ran its hands up her calves massaging as it slid up towards her knees and kissed up her thighs before she opened her legs completely for it. The next thing Leeann realised was she was having an orgasm in the bathtub; something was rubbing against her clit and licking as her legs where draped on opposite sides of the tub as water dripped off her toes making puddles on the floor below. Her arms and hands caressing her own breasts and body as she experienced the best orgasm ever, her mouth opened as her bottom lip quivered uncontrollably. She could not find the words to object to what was happening to her, Leeann was too wrapped up in the sheer bliss of the orgasm she had just received that left her quivering in the cold bath water. Leeann clambered weakly out of the tub reaching for the freshly laundered fluffy white towel; she quickly wrapped it around her shivering body as she fled the bathroom and headed straight for her bedroom. As she dried off she pulled on a short white silk nightdress and wrapped her hair up in the towel, she lay down on the bed trying to retrace the events that had just unfolded in the bathroom. She drifted off into a deep slumber after her strangely relaxing bath, as Leeann slept her dreams turned to everything that had been occurring with her in the house. Her dream started off with her standing watching herself sleeping in the short white silk nightdress, her untamed flaming red mane surrounded her ivory face like a halo born straight from the heart of hell itself. But she could see the incubus sat on the chest of her sleeping self as it smiled at her, as she watched on in a complete daze. Leeann tried to speak but her voice would not work, she tried to move but her feet where planted firmly to the spot where she stood at the base of the mahogany four poster bed. She grabbed onto the bed pulling and pushing it as she tried to wake herself up, when the horse appeared beside her poking its head between the curtains on the four-poster bed looking at her sleeping with the incubus sat upon her. They both looked on in shock at what was unfolding in front of them on the bed. The incubus pulled at the bedclothes from under her; tugging at the straps of the nightdress ripping them from her delicate shoulders revealing the tops of her milky white breasts. It continued to tear it clean off her body to reveal her full round heavy breasts with rose coloured nipples; her round belly with a scattering of freckles around her 'inny' navel, down towards her fiery trimmed bush. It perched on sleeping Leeann's belly as it looked around to Leeann and the horse as it sniggered with a sinister look of what it had planned. It moved off of her belly down towards her thighs; pushing them open forcefully, he pawed at her breasts pushing them together and nuzzling his head between them, licking and biting on her breasts and nipples. Scratching at her stomach and thighs he lined up his engorged penis, thrusting upwards into Leeann's hymen popping it painfully. She groaned loudly and noisily as she slept unaware of the abuse she was receiving. The incubus continued to smirk at Leeann and the horse as it pumped rhythmically like a piston in and out of her virginal pussy. Sleeping Leeann started to move her hips to meet the Incubus's merciless thrusts as he pounded her continually, he could feel her breathing become laboured and knew it would not be long until she felt the ecstasy of vaginal stimulation. His balls slapping against her ass as the rhythm became erratic; Leeann started to claw at the bedsheet and pillows, her breath drew in through gritted teeth as she began to cum on his large cock. He continued to plough her velvet passage watching her climax on his member; he finally released his devil seed fully inside her fertile womb. He climbed off of sleeping Leeann; stood with the horse and Leeann to bask in the glory that was Leeann lying on the bed naked glistening with sweat, her legs spread and semen mixed with fresh blood dripping from her freshly plucked pussy. ''Well, it was inevitable Leeann. This was your fate, and your fate has been fulfilled.'' A familiar voice chimed in as the incubus smirked. ''Tonight I had you in bed with me; tossed the bedclothes, wound my hot and tight clasped hands about you, fused your body and soul together with my own, poured into you my spirit, breath and strength. Anyone who touches you, now commits adultery and incest! You are mine, and I am yours. And have you I will...'' The Incubus whispered in Leeann ear before she was transported back into her body. Leeann woke late the next morning naked, sore and aching. She sat up clutching the covers to her breasts as she looked about the room trying to discover if the dream was real or just a dream. As she sat staring blankly at the end of the bed where she had been standing that night, she began to remember everything that happened and the chilling voice of the incubus. She reached under the sheet to between her legs when it hit her; it was not just a dream. Her fingers were covered in a creamy bloody liquid; he had taken her virginity and he had come inside her. She grabbed for her phone from the bedside table to call Jessie but as she reached for it she was pulled back onto the bed and restrained. The incubus appeared beside her, sat on her left arm and held the other one down. ''Ah ah ah...'' He tutted to her before disappearing. ''Leeann, can I come in?'' Vera appeared at the door suddenly. ''Yeah...'' she whispered. ''We need to talk honey. I know what happened to you last night.'' she piped up. ''WHAT!'' Leeann shot up. ''Honey, you're special. You are the chosen one. You've been chosen to be the vessel.'' she smiled proudly. ''Special? Being terrorized and raped is special and chose! What do you mean vessel?'' Leeann shouted. ''Yes! It is special; you've been chosen to be the vessel for the son of Satan! It is a tremendous privilege that you've been chosen!'' Vera shouted excitedly. Leeann jumped up from the bed and started to punch her stomach and screaming like a maniac. Vera jumped across the bed grabbing Leeann and slapped her across the face knocking her onto the bed. ''Be very careful my girl, this is a privilege and you better not FUCK it up!'' Vera stormed out the bedroom. Leeann lay in a ball on the bed cowering before she slid off onto the floor as she rocked back and forth unconsciously. Hours passed as she sat still rocking back and forth, no one had come to see if she was okay until she heard Jessie shouting from downstairs. She crawled to the door and cracked it open. ''JESSIE!!'' she cried weakly. Jessie came running up the stairs towards Leeann's room pushing Vera onto her ass at the bottom. ''Jessiiee... Help me...'' Leeann weaped. Jessie fell to her knees when she saw Leeann, overnight she had put on 25lbs. she had a little pot belly that she did not have yesterday. Jessie hugged Leeann and pulled her up onto her feet. ''Come on, you can do it. We need to get you out of this place. Sit there, on the bed. I'll pack a bag for you.'' Jess told her. ''Oh Jess, it... It raped me...'' Leeann broke down sobbing. ''You need to leave this place Lee, come on get dressed! We can talk about it at my place. Hurry!'' Jessie shouted. Leeann grabbed the jeans that were draped over the bottom of the bed and tried to pull them over her belly but failed miserably. She ended up pulling her t-shirt and jumper over her swollen belly as they left her bedroom and down the staircase. ''Where do you think you are taking MY DAUGHTER?!'' Vera shouted at Jessie. ''Away from this house and especially away from you, you old witch!'' Jess pushed passed her toward the front porch. ''DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE! LEEANN! YOU'LL REGRET IT...'' her mother screamed at the top of her lungs. Jessie pushed Leeann into the jeep before she went back over to Vera; she stood toe to toe with her, only inches from her face. ''What you gonna do, bitch?!'' Jessie asked sarcastically. ''You'll see...'' Vera said quietly before walking away. Jess drove back to her place in silence with Leeann staring blankly out the window through soulless eyes. Something had stubbed out the flame inside her, sucking the very soul from within her and Jessie was about to find out what it was. Leeann suddenly turned to her with a dark; evil gleam in her eyes, she grabbed Jessie's arm making the car spin around to a stop. ''Fuck Leeann! What the hell?'' she shouted. ''I'm hungry and you smell yummy...yes you do...'' Leeann licked her lips. ''Leeann, LEEANN!'' Jessie shook her. The darkness drained away from her eyes as Jessie shook her. ''Jessie?'' she asked dazed. Jessie started the car again, sped home to get Leeann into somewhere she knew and felt safe. The next day after they both had a good nights' sleep they sat down to talk about everything that had happened. Leeann's belly was now round and protruding like she was about four or five months pregnant. Jessie gasped as she saw Leeann's stomach after only one night it had grown so much. ''Jesus Lee! What the fuck is that!'' she asked blatantly. ''I'm 'The Vessel'...Or so my mother say. Like it's a good thing.'' Leeann rolled her eyes. ''The Vessel? What do you mean your mother says...?'' Jess looked at her confused. ''That thing raped me two nights ago, then yesterday my mother came in and told me I am the vessel for the son of Satan to be born. It's a privilege to be 'the chosen one'.'' She said snarkly. ''Fuck Lee, what are we going to do? You can't give birth to it. Son of Satan?! Fuck Leeann!'' Jessie paced back and forth nervously biting her nails. As she watched Jessie pace back and forth in front of her she felt a sharp stabbing pain deep in her belly; she lifted her t-shirt to rub her belly when they saw it, the face of the devils spawn protruding out of her skin. Leeann screamed as she saw the tiny devil looking face pressed against her stretched skin, showing the evil that was growing inside of her and desperate to be born. Jessie stopped pacing as she fell to her knees in front of Leeann as she stared shocked at the tiny face stretching out her belly. She reached out her hand to touch the face gently as it tried to bite her index finger through the skin. Leeann punched her stomach furiously as Jessie squealed and fell back bumping her head on the table, knocking herself out in the process. Leeann's nostrils flared as she smelt the blood as it started to trickle from the crown of Jessie's head; licking her lips she knelt beside her rolling Jessie onto her front. She ran her hand through Jessie's hair closing her eyes as she felt the warm liquid ooze out onto her fingers; she opened her mouth a little, moaning erotically as she pushed her finger into the gash on the crown of Jessie's head. Leeann ran her other hand across her breasts; rolling her nipples in-between her fingers as her hand moved south down into her panties. She lifted her blood covered hand to her mouth as she inhaled deeply taking in the scent of Jessie's blood, salivating as she smeared it across her lips and onto the tip of her nose before sucking the blood off her fingers noisily. Slurping as she twirled her tongue around her ruby red fingers until they were clean. As she panted heavily she inhaled so much of Jessie's scent she could not control her blood lust any longer. Leeann pounced onto Jessie and started to lick her head furiously like a hungry cat that had just gotten a bowl of cream. Jessie came around as Leeann was still sat on her back licking her head; she moved her head around slowly trying to remember what had happened. ''Leeann...Leeann?'' she called out slowly and nervously. ''Mummy is busy at the moment, may I take a message?'' the spawn cackled. ''LEEANN! It's me. Jessie. Remember we're best friends. Please get of me. Please!'' she screamed. ''Mm mm...You're tasty aunty Jessie...I told you mummies busy and I'm hungry.'' it said evilly. ''Leeann...Leeann please fight it. Please.'' Jessie pleased. Leeann suddenly realised what was happening and jumped back towards the sofa releasing Jessie from her grasp. She sat cowering and sobbing against the sofa covered in Jessie's fresh blood, it trickled slowly down from her mouth dripping from her chin onto her heaving chest that was growing by the day. Quickly Jessie clambered into the sofa across from Leeann looking at her as she held her head protectively. ''Lee...is it you?'' she looked over at the blood soaked pregnant Leeann. ''It's me Jess. I don't know what happened! One minute I was going over to help you up then the next thing I remember you were shouting my name and I was covered in blood. YOUR BLOOD!'' Leeann sobbed. Leeann went straight to bed after going in a shower to clean all the blood off of her body; she fell over to sleep almost immediately before she knew it she was dreaming, she was in a club with loud techno music and strobe lighting. Wearing a very short black skirt and red silk top that emphasized her watermelon sized breasts and pregnant belly. She was stood at the bar talking to a man that told her how radiant and glowing she looked and that he had a 'thing' for pregnant women. They were suddenly outside and the guy hailed a cab for them to get back to his, during the journey they were making out as his hand worked up her thighs towards her panty-less crotch, rubbing and massaging her thighs until reaching her warm, moist snatch. The cab stopped before things got any further, the guy got out and opened the door for her taking her hand and led her into his home. As soon as Leeann got through the door she became sexually aggressive; pouncing on him, pushing him against the wall kissing him furiously as she fumbled with his trouser zipper. He pushed her back against the opposite wall; pushing her legs apart as he grabbed her left leg pulling it up to his waist, he dropped his trouser to reveal his large pulsing cock that was glistening in the moonlight with pre-cum. He thrust up into her with purpose and force; pinning her against the wall, he kissed and nibbled on her neck as he crammed his large cock into her tight, contracting, aching pussy. He kissed over her mouth forcing his tongue into her mouth as he plowed into her pregnant pussy. Like a piston engine he was firing into her with all his energy before shooting all over her insides, he let go of her leg grabbing hold of her arms and entwined their fingers together. Leeann pushed him to the floor as the devil inside her cackled; she sat over his limp cock with her dripping pussy, kissing down his neck she nibbled lightly before biting down and ripping a chunk out of his neck. She sat on his chest trapping him down under her as she licked her lips, her eyes completely black with no sign of life behind them as she pounced down on his neck drinking him dry. Leeann woke early feeling refreshed; happy and energetic, unlike the way she had been feeling since the attack on her had taken place. As she got out of bed with glazed eyes she walked to the bedroom to take a shower; she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection in shock. Her face; hands and upper body was covered in dried blood, she looked up and down her own body to see if it had come from her body. She was fine not a cut or bruise on her glowing blood stained ivory skin, Leeann decided not to tell Jessie she just washed the blood off her body and sheets before she woke up. ***** For the next week they lived perfectly normal; well as normal as can be under the circumstances, with no strange goings on, no devil faces appearing on her belly, no blood drinking or strange cravings. It was late Friday afternoon and Leeann was now heavily pregnant wearing a long white cotton nightdress, the only thing that fitted over her huge belly. She was sat on the floor with her legs crossed staring blankly at the white wall in front of her, suddenly her head fell forward with her arms over her legs as if she had fallen asleep. Jessie came home from work to find her like this, not knowing how long Leeann had been like that. She walked over to her and placed her hand on her shoulder to gently wake her up when her head shot up with black eyes and spun around to face her. ''DO NOT TOUCH HER!'' a deep eerie voice stated. Jessie jumped back in shock; things had been so normal but this was completely fucked up she thought to herself. ''Leeann...Leeann...'' Jess called out quietly trying to call her out. Her eyes suddenly closed as her head fell gently; rolling to the right she lifted her head and opened her eyes to see Jessie's pale face crouched in front of her. ''What are you doing home? Shouldn't you be at work Jess?'' she asked quietly. ''It's 16.45 honey, works finished. How long have you been sitting here?'' Jessie asked as she helped her to her feet and over to the sofa to lie down. ''Wait...What? 4.45pm? I went to meditate at 10am and it only felt like about twenty minutes ago.'' she said with a confused look on her face. ''I'll go make you a cup of hot chocolate Lee. You will need something after sitting for so long.'' Jessie kissed her forehead and went to the kitchen. Leeann went to the bathroom when she suddenly started to feel excruciating cramps all across her stomach, back and legs. ''Jessie?! Jessie!!!'' Leeann screamed at the top of her lungs. ''What's wrong?'' Jessie asked as she casually walked into the bathroom. Leeann was holding onto the wall as her waters broke just as Jessie opened the door to walk in; a green slime-like mucous splashed onto the black slate tiles on the floor. Both Leeann and Jessie let out an ear piercing shriek as they saw the liquid from inside Leeann fall onto the floor. Jessie hurried over to the bathtub filling it quickly with warm water before helping Leeann get undressed and into the tub. ''Leeann stay here I'll be right back...'' Jessie scrambled to the linen cupboard pulling out lots of towels and getting a large bowl of hot water from the kitchen. ''Where the FUCK am I going to go!'' Leeann shouted as a contraction shot across her. Jessie came rushing back into the bathroom dropping the towels into the sink and putting the bowl of water on the floor as she tried to soothe Leeann. ''Don't you think we should go to hospital Leeann?'' Jessie pleaded with her. ''NO, we need to drown this bastard as soon as it's born. It cannot be allowed to live or worse let my mother get hold of it.'' Leeann spat through gritted teeth. ''Okay, but we don't know how to deliver a baby, let alone the spawn of Satan!'' Jess looked at Leeann concerned. Leeann's contractions became more regular and got closer and closer together. She was crying her eyes out with the pain, holding onto Jessie's hand tightly as Jess tried to reassure Leeann and reminding her to breath. Jessie was suddenly silent; Leeann opened her eyes to see her mother Vera standing over Jessie's body with an empty syringe in her hand. ''JESS! NO!'' Leeann cried out painfully as she held her stomach. ''Well, well. Didn't I tell you not to leave? You are not prepared for this, daughter. You need me and I will get you through this.'' Vera smiled wickedly. Leeann stared at her mother with a blank expression across her face unsure what to say or do as she lay naked in the warm bath water; another contraction, a minute apart now. Her blank expression disappeared and was replaced with a grimace mixture of pain, fear and dread. Her mother put her hand between her daughters' legs; checking to see how far along she was before she lit seven black candles, seven red candles and placed them around the bathtub in a specific order as she chanted. ''It's time Leeann. You are ready to give birth and become a mother. Bring the spawn of Satan into the world. Fulfill your duty.'' she smiled happily. Leeann was in too much pain to argue or object; she just wanted the little bastard out of her before she hurt anyone else because of it. Vera helped Leeann onto her knees to help her bear down to give birth, she clung onto her mother as she pushed harder than she ever thought possible and the excruciating pain was unbearable. ''Push Leeann, PUSH!'' Vera encouraged her. ''I'M TRYING!!! It hurts so much!'' she screeched. Before long she felt the pressure release from between her legs and heard a loud splash into the water as it turned pink. Vera let Leeann go falling into the water as she scooped up the baby from the water wrapping it in the clean towels and washing the baby with the warm water in the bowl. Leeann started to hemorrhage in the bathtub as her mother stood watching her daughter bleed to death, holding her screaming grandchild. Vera cradled her grandchild; her granddaughter to be specific, the spawn of Satan was a girl, not a boy like had been foretold. The devil's only child was a daughter and she would rule the earth. "You shall be called Eve." Vera smiled at her granddaughter as she cried. "Hush my little darling, everything is alright. Mother will take care of you. Everything went to plan. You are MY little angel. And no one will ever harm you!'' Vera sang eerily to baby Eve. She walked out of the house cradling baby Eve leaving Jessie and her daughter dead, or so she thought. Leeann was not hemorrhaging her body was getting ready to deliver another baby when her mother dropped her in the bath hitting her head. She opened her eyes slowly and weakly looking around her for some sign of life when the pains in her stomach started again; she was still in labour and about to give birth to a baby. Leeann got into the position to bear down in the cold blood filled waters when a baby appeared in the water below her. Her memory was a complete blank from the knock to her head; she cannot remember anything from before the fall except that she was heavily pregnant and that Jessie was out cold on the floor beside her. Leeann grabbed the crying newborn and held him close to her chest as she lay back in the freezing cold water; she wiped his tiny face with her bloodstained nightdress as he burrowed into her chest. "You are so beautiful... no one will ever harm you... " Leeann said softly as she sobbed. "What shall I call you?" Leeann asked the newborn as she lay looking at him. "David?...Jay?... Michael?...Adam?" she asked before the baby started to cry at Adam. "Adam it is then, my sweet baby boy." Leeann chirped as she stood up getting out of the bath wrapping him in a towel. She stepped over Jessie's body as she left the bathroom as she headed towards the bedroom to put Adam down on the bed, she surrounded him with pillows to keep him safe. Leeann hurried back to try and wake Jessie up and tell her she was an aunt but Jessie was dead, she was not breathing and had no pulse. The police suddenly burst through the door grabbing Leeann as she sat sobbing over Jessie's dead lifeless body. She was dead and Leeann was the prime suspect. They dusted the house and syringe for prints finding Vera's dirty little prints all over the murder weapon and house. They immediately sent the entire force to her house with a search warrant and a warrant for her arrest when they found her over the crib of a newborn baby girl with the same fiery red hair as Leeann and baby Adam. Vera was arrested for the murder of Jessie, the sexual assault of her daughter, kidnapping of a newborn baby, and cannibalism. Leeann was united with the baby daughter she knew nothing about; she was a rape victim that was now a mother of twins mourning her best friends' murder by her mother. She was left to raise Adam and Eve alone, but the question is - Which one is the evil twin? & What will the world become when they grow up?

Straight Lads: Jamie the School-Lad. I dont know why more teachers dont fuck their students. Particularly Year 11 boys; in my experience, the only time the little bastards shut up is when their fragile girl-centric minds are trying to rationalise why theyre enjoying a cock up their arse. But, as usual, Im getting ahead of myself. I am a teacher in a secondary school. Why am I teacher in a secondary school? Is it because I love to teach, or because teenage children light up my life? No, its because I graduated university a few years ago with a degree in History, and couldnt get a job for love-nor-money. So, quite naturally, I took a pot of free money off the government, and trained to be a teacher. Yes, I essentially sold my soul to the devil. Im now 27 years old and teaching at a fairly large secondary-modern in Birmingham, England, which hugs the bottom of the national league tables. The only good thing is that my fellow teachers are so gormless that within a couple of years, Ill hopefully be a Head of Department and not have to teach anymore. Seems unrealistic? Well Im deputy-head of Department already, and whilst this only entitles me to a cupboard of an office and an extra 50p per hour, I am at least getting closer to my dream of being a teacher who doesnt teach. But, there are perks to being on the frontline. Perks which really only make themselves apparent should you happen to be a teacher who really couldnt give a flying fuck as to the quality of the education your pupils receive like me. An attitude which stands me in good sted with the kids, of course; if youre a teacher, the LAST thing you want to do is imply that you actually care about the kids in your classroom; Generation Xers dont respect that sort of thing at all. No, appear completely apathetic, like you really dont care whether they leave with 15 A*s at GCSE or 1 GCSE at grade D, and suddenly youll realise that you and the kids have something in common. But, now Im getting sidetracked. Perks. The sexy perks are the ones your interested in, yes? Ok, Ill get straight to the point. 15-16 year old boys these days are very full of themselves (and very full of something else, Ive come to realise), think theyre entitled to the world and everything in it, and dont take any shit from anyone. However, they are also, like teenagers from every generation, emotionally wrought and, generally, incapable of making rational decisions. This is where a pervert teacher such as myself comes in. You see, it might seem impossible to rape such a pupil in the modern world were not talking about cherubic altar-boys from the 1940s, after all. Were talking about boys who lost their virginity at age 14; kids who certainly know a lot more about sex then I do. But its actually possible, provided you play on one key aspect: the shame of it all. Thats the key. Shame will ensure they wont tell a police officer anything, let alone their friends. Case in point: young, dumb Jamie, in my Year 11 bottom-set History. The bottom set are basically the little-to-no hopers; the paper they sit at the end of year is piss-easy, but even if they get 100%, the highest grade they can get is a D and you need A-Cs to get in to University. So, basically, they make absolutely no effort. Which is fair enough; if I were in their place, I wouldnt bother, either. Jamie is in the bottom half of the bottom set; quite an achievement, in a perverse sense. What he does have going for him though are his looks. I could see him being a rent boy in a couple of years; although he reckons hes going to be a superstar footballer, of course. He has curly blond hair cut short, which he leaves natural when its short, and when its longer, sweeps forward with gel, in the usual style of jack-the-lads. He has smoky-grey eyes, and his skin is blemish free, and seems to have a natural tan, giving him a slightly golden hue, and whilst he has a square, hard face, he usually wears the cheeky grin of a sixteen year old, making him appear more pleasant than he is. I presume his smile is the reason all the girls swoon over him. That and something else, of course. The uniform of white shirt, blue and green tie, black blazer and black trousers show off very little of his body everything is seemingly mandatorily baggy. Thankfully, we have a sports field where we pervs can ogle the more sporty boys in their natural habitat. Ive spent many a free period watching Year 11 PE, or more specifically, watching an energetic and sweaty Jamie jog from one end of the field to the other, usually in a game of football or rugby. Its win-win for me; when hes running, I can observe his hearty-looking family jewels jiggling around in his shorts, and when hes stationary, I can observe the fine definition of muscle running along his arms, the way his baggy T-shirt, damp with sweat, clings to the sloping mounds of his pecs, and the way his shorts hug his round bottom. I notice that in sports, Jamie is very attentive. Very eager. The most attentive he ever gets in my lesson is when hes slouching in the plastic foam chair, long legs spread and stretched out as though he needs room for his dick and balls to breath, wearing white socks and trainers in direct contravention of both school regulations and fashion regulations. Drawing pictures of tits in his exercise book. I know what pictures he draws, because I have to mark his book once every four weeks. Like I say, thats his MOST attentive; usually, hes a lot more rambunctious and disruptive, serving as a lightning rod for the entire class to act out. Perhaps I can quieten him down by introducing him to another physical activity? Of course, the most difficult part of the operation the bit which requires the upmost consideration and thought is the hook. The hook is the thing that turns an unapologetically disinterested lad into a perky, engaging chap who wants something from me. Hooks tend to fall into two broad categories: girls, and consumer products. Being as the former is a little expensive for me to provide, I usually base my hooks on the latter. Id planned it for one of the many detentions Jamie and I spent together. 3pm on a Friday (school finishes early on a Friday, at 2.45pm), and he was the only pupil in the classroom. He was reading by which I mean, sitting with a book open on the desk, and his head resting on the desk, seemingly dozing. This pissed me off, but it allowed me a good fifteen minutes of staring at the lads developed thighs beneath the table, and whilst I was again cursing the looseness of his black trousers, I got a tiny, pathetic little thrill when he absentmindedly reached down and scratched himself, his fingers burrowing behind his balls and pushing his whole package to the fore for an instant. I then casually reached into my bag, and extracted my own reading material Official Playstation 3 Magazine. It was like he *heard* it; his ears pricked up like a curious rabbit, and he looked up at me with his cold eyes. I felt my stomach flutter. He asked inquisitively, with his broad, working-class accent, you got a PS3? I kept it cool. Yep. You? He returned to a sitting position, leaning back in his chair in mock nonchalance, unknowing advertising his body to me with his legs stretched out beneath the table and his haggard white shirt now taunt across his powerful shoulders and pecs. He looked around the room as he spoke, as if it was the first time hed noticed stuff on the walls. Nah. Got an X-Box. I cautiously nodded in response, causing him to add almost defensively, its one of the new ones, though. I smiled, as though I approved of his addendum. Yeah. The ones with the 250gb hard-drives? Ive got one of those, too. Theyre not that new, though; came out last July. He shrugged. Yeah. Well, I dunno when it came out; got it for Christmas. Its a good machine. Yeah. Me girlfriend dont fink so; spend more time with the X-Box then I do with her he replied, chuckling as he thought about his girlfriend, causing him to once again absentmindedly reach down and rearrange his bits and pieces. He continued, Id like a PS3, though. What games you got for it? We proceeded to idly chat about the various games currently available on, formerly available on, and up-and-coming on, the Playstation 3. So much so, that we exceeded his detention time by 15 minutes. As we were leaving the classroom, I suddenly remembered that I had Fifa 11 in my office, unopened, sent as a birthday present by my (non-existent) girlfriend; as I had the PS3 version, maybe hed like to borrow it? Or even, perhaps, buy it off me? He expressed an interest in borrowing it, no doubt with the intention of just keeping it. Fine by me. I intended to rob him of something much more valuable. As the two of us stalked the empty corridors, I asked him a somewhat unusual question. Not the weirdest question I would ask him that day, however, but at stage, odd. Ever in the Scouts, Jamie? He frowned. Eh? Wotdya mean, the Scouts? Course I fuckin wasnt. I looked at him sternly. Err, sorry, Sir. But no, it...wasnt really my fing, if you know what I mean, he said with a grin. I dont think I do? Well, you know...only puffs do Scouts, dont they? Well, I dont know about that, Jamie...I mean, *I* was in the Scouts. Even though that assertion seemingly proved his claim that only puffs did Scouts, he wasnt in possession of all the facts, and did not know that. Oh, sorry, Sir. And you know, Jamie, you learn a lot of useful things in Scouts more then you learn in school, at least! Practical things, which you can take with you into the real world. He said dismissively, oh yeah? Like what? I pretended to think for a moment, implying that I hadnt preplanned this entire conversation beforehand. Well, maybe not a LOT of things, he laughed at that, but...well, something you learn is knots. I can tie a knot which no-one will be able to escape from. Well, a grownup, maybe; but not kids like you, at least. This, he took oh-so-predictable umbridge with. What-dya mean, kids like you?! Im not a kid! Im fitter then you bloody are, Sir! I could totally break out of some fucking puff-knot from Scouts. I chuckled, shaking my head as I did so. I really dont think so, Jamie. Its not criticism of you; I know you think youre invulnerable, but you are, what, sixteen? Thats still very young, and boys like you just dont have the upper body strength necessary to break out of the knots. And theres a certain degree of mental dexterity necessary, too, of course. Now, he was seeing red. Let me see one of these fucking knots. We reached my office, in the now deserted administration block at the far end of the school. The room was opposite the secretaries open-plan office, which was now quiet, the lights and computers darkened and switched off. I unlocked the door to my office, swung the door open, and stood to one side, allowing Jamie to enter before me. Once in, I closed the door hard. There was still some light coming in through the window, which overlooked the large sports field behind the school, but as there were no windows onto the lit corridor wed just come from, the room was pretty dark. I flicked the light switch, with Jamie now standing in front of my desk, which was festooned with exercise books. His hunky, well-developed six foot frame would do nicely for what I had planned. As I walked passed him to reach my desk, I breathed in deeply, ostensibly to squeeze past, but getting a hit of the lynx deodorant he wore, as well as the scent of something more primal which the deodorant was attempting in vain to mask. Something Ill investigate in greater detail very soon. I got the game, and put it on the desk; his eyes lit up seeing it. Great. Cheers. Ill bring it back next week. Like fuck will you, I thought to myself. Before he could pick it up, I took out a piece of thin, strong rope from the same desk. Oh, thats convinent, he said with a smile. Yeah, I thought. Almost like Id planned it. What, your not sure now its a proper piece of rope, and not some string out of a kids magic set? He shook his head, knowing that I was now intentionally trying to rile him up. But, I could tell it still got to him. Just do the knot, so I can undo it. I made the knot. Or rather, I made *a* knot. One particularly easy to undo through the application of brute force, making it ideally suited for someone as brawny and simple-minded as Jamie. He looked at it, and I smiled inwardly as the creases of a frown on his forehead indicated the degree of thought he was putting in it. He looked at it closely, from different angles, before doing anything. Come on, little donkey, I thought. A flash of panic suddenly ran through me; my plan would be well and truly scuppered if he was too dumb to undo even this knot. What would I do then? Give him the fucking game, and send him on his way? Thankfully, just as soon as I thought that, I saw him yank one of the loops free, and undo the entire knot. He handed me the rope, beaming a broad smile. Piece of piss, he said confidently. I looked unimpressed. Well, yeah. Of course you can undo it; anyone can undo it, when its not tying your own wrists. The whole point the thing I was on about is that you cant undo it, when its tying YOU up. But...yeah. Well done, I guess. Although an 11 year old probably couldve done it better, I said before looking up, as though Id accidently said something terrible. I continued, look, I didnt mean to imply that- He immediately put his wrists together. I could undo that no matter where you bloody tied it. Tie my wrists together; youll see. Well, thats a bold claim, Jamie... A TRUE claim, mate. Just do it. Well, how about if we make it more interesting. You say you could undo it no matter where you were tied; Ill tie your wrists together, but not from the front, and youll feel uncomfortable until you break out of it. If I win, you do your bloody work in class, quietly, and do your homework on time; if you win, Ill give you Fifa 11, and you can borrow my PS3 for a week. How about it? The Jamie of an hour ago would immediately remind me that such a wager was a direct violation of the rules dictating relations between pupils and teachers; the little bastards know the rules better then we do these days, and love to take every opportunity to remind us of that fact. But the new Jamie, since the introduction of the hook? Youre on! And the lumbering fool stood there in the centre of my office, voluntarily keeping his wrists behind his back. As I moved behind him, I took one thick wrist in my hand. The first time Id touched him; what felt like an electric current ran through my arm at the touch. I looped the rope around his wrist, taking a few minutes to tie it properly. This was a different knot; this was knot he will not escape from. Unknown to him, directly above the boy, on the ceiling, was a thick, brass loop, presumably left over from when the room really was a broom cupboard. In the past I had looked at it often, considering the ways in which I was utilise it. This was one potential I had previously considered, and my hardon was pitching out my trousers like a rod of iron at the thought that I was now actually doing it. With one wrist secured, I quickly yanked the rope up, ooped it through the loop, and began tying his other wrist. Hey, hold on, mate! That fucking hurts! If you want to give up, then just say... What? I aint...fine, fuck it, just do it. No big deal. I smiled, and continued tying his second wrist, looking down at his supple arse as I did so. Soon, he was immobile, and I sat down in my chair to coolly watch him try in vain to break out, with his arms reaching up to the ceiling, twisting this way and that in an effort to gain the purchase which I knew wasnt there. The ceiling was infact higher then I had estimated; he was standing on tiptoes in his white Reebok classics, his thighs straining against his black trousers as he continued to exert himself. He was ignoring me, looking up at his wrists as he tried to get free, allowing me to stare at him. He still wore his jacket, tie and shirt, although the tie was high up close to his neck, and his shirt had escaped from his trousers; either accidentally as a result of his current predicament, or intentionally, as part of some misplaced sense of schoolboy style. After five minutes of straining, during which time his delightful, robust scent filled the room thanks to his efforts, I moved to phase 2. With him still looking up at the complex collection of knots he still seemingly believed he could escape from, he remained unaware of me walking up to him until I was right in front of him, at which point, without a single word of explanation, my right hand reached out and planted itself firmly on his right pec, feeling his heart beat once, at which point my nimble fingers began undoing the buttons on his shirt. Sir, what...what the fuck? Sir, stop! I continued my actions, looking at his face as I did so, but ignoring his pleas. Ok...yeah, ok. I made the gay joke earlier...alright, Sir, I get it; ha ha. Now...now, just stop it, ok? Just...JUST STOP IT! 3.30pm. The building would be empty now. Caretaker would be in his flat, doing dinner for his own kid. Cleaners didnt turn up til 7. Jamie could scream all he wanted. By this time, Id reached the bottom of his shirt, and I gripped either side of his shirtcollar, and yanked it back as far as it would go. His position and the black blazer limited the extent to which I could reveal his chest, but I was happy with what was revealed anyway, and took a picture on my phone in honour of this, taking in the smooth contors of his sloping pecs, each adorned with a soft little brown nubbin, leading down to...a three pack, maybe a four pack, on the boys tum-tum. Not a six pack, but even so, my hand reached out and ran along the softly defined ridges of his tummy, delighting in how they flexed and hardened in annoyance of my touch, and in an ever vigorous attempt to break free and kick my face in. It should be noted that he continued to scream and holler as I did all this. Fucking queer, cant believe this is happening, your dead when I get out, etc. I find with teenage boys, as with dogs, that they tend to quieten down and become more obedient if you pay them absolutely no attention whatsoever, so I continued to ignore his pleas. Indeed, to really make clear how futile his cries were, I calmly brushed the shirt and jacket on his right aside, revealing the entirety of his defined pectoral muscle, and latched my teeth on his nipple. AARRGGGGH GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF he screamed in response, which I continued to ignore, quietly feasting on his teat like a baby with a bottle, alternately biting his nip with my teeth and skimming it with my tongue, occasionally encircling it with my tongue and giving it a good, hearty suck. The rhythmic thumping of his heart indicated how keyed up he was by this turn of events. After a couple of minutes, I withdrew from his erect tit, and did the same with the other until it too was standing proud like his twin-brother. I took a few steps back and took another pic of the trussed up stud; this time with my spit drying on his pecs, and tears welling up in his eyes, doing his best to maintain a macho attitude even as I was molesting him. I returned to stand infront of him, and got on my knees. Ever the little straighty, even this gave him cause for concern, with him shouting no...get UP...NO! as I slowly scooted forward on my knees until my face was directly before his black trousers. I slowly leant forward, until my face was just grazing his groin, and took in a deep breath; I then began to gradually mash my face into the lads crotch, continuing to hyperventilate as I did. Sick...youre FUCKING SICK he shouted. The smell was a scent I never grew tired of: sexy teenage boy. Jamie had PE in the morning, and is always the case with the boys whos PE is directly before break, opted to get an extra 15 minutes of break rather then shower. His body had been marinating in his juices all daylong in the rest of his classes, and after his most recent workout trying to get out, he was now he was one tasty treat. After a minute or two of breathing him in, I unlooped his belt, and began lowering his zip. It was now his turn to hyperventilate. I maintained my stony-faced impassivity as I finally reached for the warm metallic clasp at his waist, taking care not to rip the button from the cheap polyester-cotton mix of his trousers. His loose, baggy trousers, which had up to this point in my relationship with the lad been a con, suddenly turned into a pro, as they cascaded down his legs and pooled around his still tip-toeing trainers. He was now standing, stretched out to his maximum extent from floor to ceiling. His dark blond hair, short as it was, was now matted and stuck his forehead and scalp. His face was hard, uncompromising and angry, but with the occasional sniffle giving him a trace of boyish vulnerability which made me want to lean up and lick it. I didnt, though. His arms, strong as they were, served him no use now, and were obscured from my lecherous gaze by his black school blazer, which, with his shirt, also covered his hard flanks, but revealed the muscles he was no doubt so proud of, which maintained the gentle definition of a boy on the cusp of manhood. His chest, hairless as it was, was now slick with a thin film of sweat, and spit. His legs were a real charm, however, straining every sinew to maintain his position and relieve the pressure in his arms, and worked on religiously every week in PE and with regular games of football. And Im sure they got a little extra work in the gym; after all, girls on the sports field go to see the bits of him out in the open, not the bits of him covered by jerseys. The size 11 reeboks, white socks and trousers were still at his feet, but my eyes were quite naturally drawn to the tight black Lonsdale boxer-briefs that displayed his still soft teenage charms quite magnificently, with the agreeably fat hump of his shaft distending the thin cotton, and disappearing into a bulging mass of flesh where his balls hung. Still on my knees, I wrapped my arms around his lean legs, running my hands up, over the fine, prickly hairs on the backs of his fit thighs and over his encased adolescent rump, planting my hands firmly on his warm backside, to keep him from twisting too and fro to escape my lecherous gaze. I gently moved forward, my tongue snaking out and making long, broad sweeps over the inner thighs Id admired so often on the football pitch. My tongue running over the fine, peachfuzzy hair that peppered his long, fit legs, I was now able to play with him in any I so wished; my big boy toy. After licking his leg and every now and again gently biting the thick muscles residing there, I moved on, or rather, up. My tongue trailed over his leg and onto the warm, gently spiced cotton of his boxers, continuing p until my lips carefully locked on to either side of his clothed shaft, like a tasty hotdog surrounded by a bun, with my wily tongue licked over his own sweaty sausage, like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream. With cream central in my mind, my burrowing face decended, from the thickening trunk to the packed jewels beneath; his legs reflexively speading slightly to provide himself surer footing allowed my mouth to maul his hanging charms for a second, before sucking one plump ball into my wet mouth, sucking the sweat off the boy, directly through the well-seasoned boxers hed been wearing in lessons all day. Before long, his cock had thickened appreciably, with the hot length resting heavily on my left cheek, and now becoming constrained by his restrictive underwear. As the lads bollocks continued to dance on my tongue, my hands happily dug into the endless muscle of his ass, allowing my inquisitive index fingers to dig the clammy cotton back into the enigmatic crevice of his crack. The heavy breathing and gurgling sounds he had been making since my tongue began pleasuring him were replaced with a more urgent n...get...aWAY! as my fingers zeroed in on his straight hole, playfully poking at it through the cotton. Despite his hollering, with my hands planted on one end and my face locked on the other, he was immobile and unable to escape my investigations of either his hefty nuts or his dank arsehole. After a couple of minutes of alternating between rhythmically sucking one ball and then the other, whilst my right index finger poked and scratched at his portal through what must be irritatingly itchy cotton, only occasionally just sticking the tip of my finger nail up his insides, I perceived a little of the fight go out of him right about the time his cock became painfully erect, infact, now hovering just above my cheek and weeping for its plight. And I can see why; hed basically surrendered himself to getting a nice, sloppy blowjob from teach and hey, I might be a guy, but here I was dutifully sucking on his nuts for him; something his girlfriend probably wouldnt do; and sure, my finger was teasing his ass, but it wasnt any more then that, and besides, what straight guy, in his quieter, more reflective moments, hasnt wondered what a finger up there feels like? Yeah, he was coming out on top of this deal. He thought. With my face still pressed firmly against his laddishly fragrant crotch and slick with sweat and saliva, I slowly withdrew my fingers from his behind, and only removed my face long enough to grip the waistband with LONSDALE printed along it in large, block capitals (so the simple-minded oafs their products were aimed at could understand what it said, I suppose), and quickly yanked down his pants, causing his torpedo-shaped, pleasingly thick six and a half inch fuck-stick to make a loud THWACK as it bounced off his defined stomach, spraying a few pellets of pre-jizz into the ether as it did so. Jamie had a thick, moist thatch of curly dark-blond/light brown hairs above his prick, which I yearned to smash my face into. But, I had work to do! I worked equally quickly to extract his trousers and wet boxers from his legs, awkwardly removing them from the left foot, with him silently cocking up his second leg to make it easier for me to extract his trousers from his other large flipper of a foot, like a docile little puppy. No doubt done to make it easier for me to get back to his cock, I took the opportunity to slide his firm leg up and hook it around my right shoulder, forcing him to balance like a ballerina on one sneakered foot, with his other leg cocked up and out of the way, my right hand lovingly running up and down it, from his waist to his knee so as to keep his appendage locked there, with his other white reebok weighing down his slack lolling foot on my upper back. Whilst it was annoying not to have the beefy girl-chasing strumpet totally naked, I got a thrill from looking up and seeing him in his black blazer, white shirt and striped tie, reminding me of the boys status as full-time schoolboy. The positioning of his leg, of course indeed, the reason I did it granted me unfettered access to his sweet, dank boy pussy, which I gazed upon lovingly. I thought of all the times this cocky kid had been the centre of attention in my class for all the wrong reasons, stirring up trouble or taking the piss out of me, and now here he was, trussed up with his big, sweetly defined frame available for my perusal and delectation. He saw what I was staring at, and realised what he had now put within my grasp; no...look, just, just keep sucking me, and when I cum, well call it quits, ok? Deal? A moment of silence passed, as the spindly fingers of my left hand with which he was already acquainted closed the distance between the two of us, quietly hefting the distended nut sack I had previously been sucking on, running my hand over the smooth skin; cupping him at times, to feel the weight of his cum-sacs, as though considering the heaviness of a cricket ball when at the crease, and giving him a slow, satisfying scratch at other times, like a rewarding scratch on a faithful dogs furry tummy. And his reaction was much like the dogs. Ahh... he hissed, satisfied in that Id returned to soothing his heavy balls for him (I know because the fleshy scimitar they were attached too jumped and flexed in appreciation, surrendering some sticky prejizz for me in the hopes of soon fucking something), but I also knew, straight lad that was, he worried that I intended to sooth another scratch he was no doubt feeling. He continued babbling, look, mate...just, ok, just finish me off, yeah, and, like, we can do it again, ya know? It...it doesnt have to end here, yeah? You...you can suck me off, or wank me, whatever, whenever you want, ok? Just...just let me know when, ok mate? Sir? I kept my face impassive, but was laughing on the inside. That would be a good deal for him. And, an hour ago, I guess I wouldve considered it a good deal for me, too. But I had certain...frustrations I needed to excise. With that in mind, I released him from my grip, sliding my fingers along the dank, sweaty crease of his taint, before wedging my middle finger, now slick with his ball and ass sweat, firmly within the trench of his ass and with my finger pad pressing firmly but not too firmly against his puckered opening. My other hand gripped his sweltering cock firmly, causing it to flex once again as the lad moaned his appreciation, with my hand slowly pulling down and revealing the sight and boyish smell of his slick cockhead to the small confines of my school office. My sloppy wet tongue extended from my mouth, which was now less then an inch from his cock, and lazily swept across the newly revealed red head of his cock, taking in the gamey taste of his usually covered organ, and sucking up the sweet juice he had most recently produced. In the flash of a second, my head descended along the flavoursome teen-stalk which had been sweating and festering in his black school trousers all day for me. As my suctioning mouth decended ever closer to his pubes, keeping his simple brain occupied and allowing my thick digit, gently rubbing up and down his button, to suddenly press its advantage and worm its way into his insides. And once I was in, I was like a ferret up a drainpipe. I could tell by his bulging eyes, open mouth and the way every muscle in his young bod suddenly tensed and strained that he was unsure how to react to my inquisitive finger, but he was rapidly coming to the conclusion he didnt like it. GEDITOUTGEDITOUTGEDITOUT! FUCKER! STOPSTOP! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK STOP IT! As you might imagine, I didnt stop it, although I agreed with his assessment that I was rapidly on my way to becoming the fucker in this relationship. By the time my mouth was settled at the base of his prick, my nose breathing in the stale scent from his still sticky pubic hair, I had another finger wriggling its way up his rectum; he was so tight and fit that his clenched ass muscles nearly cut off the blood supply to my finger, but I put up with it knowing how doing that merely meant he could feel me up him all the better, and slowly began to saw in and out of him. I felt the right leg that was wrapped around me flex and strain against my shoulder in an effort to escape my finger and thrust forward, at first quite gently, but getting increasingly fast as my finger increased its tempo - unintentionally pushing his damp pubes and delish cock further into me which I was more than ok with! Ugh...Ugh...Ugh... he melodically intoned, as my tongue danced along his granite-hard shaft. I timed the ascent and decent of my lips to work in time with his thrusts; he seemingly didnt notice when I altered the tempo of my finger fucking slightly, so that rather then pushing himself forward when my finger was pushing forward, he was pushing himself back when my finger was firmly rooted up his ass. Whether he realised it or not, he certainly approved, yelping and whining as I nipped and gently licked at the wide glassy dome of his knob. After a good fifteen minutes of sucking, biting and licking his fat red knob and thick pink pipe whilst using the delicate dangling overloaded cum factory as a scratching post for my finger nails, I could tell he was getting close; but wanting to still teach him a lesson, I slowed my sucking to a crawl, slowly withdrawing my fingers and then, horror-of-horrors, withdrawing my vacuuming mouth, too. P-please, sir... he whined. I unhooked his leg, and stood, walking around him to take in his majesty, standing behind him; he, still dressed in his school uniform from the waist up, me still dressed completely in the trousers, shirt and tie Id been teaching in all day. For the first time since Id touched his chest, I spoke. Whats the problem, Jamie? I next spoke to him like he were a baby, would Jamie like to cum? Is he feeling all tingly downstairs? I waited whilst he just looked at the floor, not saying anything. I leaned in, close enough to his ear so I could lick it when I wasnt speaking to him. You have to tell me what you want, Jamie. You have to say it. I...I...just do it, please. Wank me off or something. Youd like me to wank you off? But I thought you liked girls, Jamie? I-I do! I just...wanna cum. Oh, ok. You just want to cum. I get ya...well, how about this, Jamie. Ill make you cum, but itll cost you. So what are you willing to do for it? What...like, be quiet in lessons and stuff? I chuckled, reaching around to wrap my hand around his sticky, stiff cock, and start jacking him - ever so slowly. Do whatever you fucking like in lessons, Jamie. Infact, Id rather you just be yourself. With my other hand, I silently reached down, and unzipped myself, extracting my achingly hard cock. Be your annoying, over-confident self, always trying to disrupt my lesson-plans, show off to your adoring mates, chat up the pretty girls whose panties get wet just from talking to you do all that, Jamie, at which point, my six inch cock slid between the roasting cheeks of the lad he lurched forward, but my hand on his cock restricted his movements. The fingers of my unoccupied hand the one which five minutes ago had been up his guts I waved before his face. He knew what I wanted, and turned his face away. Suck them, or it goes in raw. He so very reluctantly stuck out his tongue, initially gently licking my fingers, but sucking them more forcefully when I shoved two of them in his mouth. After a minute, I withdrew, and stuck the two fingers into his ass, causing him to grunt appreciatively. I continued speaking where Id left off, inserting and withdrawing my fingers as I spoke, Yeah, do whatever you like, mate, because after the lesson, or whenever I want, for that matter, were going to get you somewhere nice and quiet, lower your trousers, and relieve you of the stresses and tensions that have built up in your balls over the course of the school day. Yeah, well do that together, kiddo; make sure you leave school nice and happy, and not all bunged up with testosterone and jizz, eh? He didnt respond directly, but rather he emitted a long, whining yelp, as I replaced my fingers with my cock, and began fucking him in earnest. With my hand now free to reach around and take his sweaty balls in hand, I continued, youll like that, wont? A helpful teacher like me taking charge of your always-bursting bollocks for you? I squeezed and yanked on his balls for effect when I said that, causing his knees to buckle ever-so-slightly. After a minute, Id located and made a point of nudging his little love nut with each inward thrust; that combined with the satisfying corkscrewing of his cock causes him to spasm; AH...AH....AHHHRGGHHHH...ARRR...AGH....AH...he roared as he began firing thick streams of pure-white, viscous teen paste all over the place - like an angry fountain, coating my table for three shots, the carpet for four, and my hand for the final three. Pressing my index finger forcefully against the cum tube running along the base of his cock, I forced out the final, satisfying globule and, without stopping my fucking, brought my hand to my face and begun the agreeable task of licking his piping hot fresh produce from my hand, enjoying the salty masculinity of the beefy school lad I was fucking. His arms still hanging above him, he was now completely slack, and only reacted when I returned my wet hand to his cock, and began insistently jacking him off once again; he didnt like that not one bit hunching over and whining like a bitch. But, needy horndog that he was, he started to get hard again. Your a horny fucker, arent you Jamie? Girlfriend not taking proper care of you? Slamming my hips into his arse as hard as I could, I could feel either as a result of my hand, the sex talk, or both that he was inflating at a fair old rate now, grunting as the rough pad of my thumb grazed over his sensitive bell-end. Bet she thinks you only need to spunk once every couple of days, huh...shows what she knows, right Jamie? Strapping sixteen year olds like you need it at least twice a day, just to clear the sex mist from your brain and focus on your schoolwork, am I right? Yeah, Im right; you dont have to say - were both blokes; we both know how it is. Dont worry, mate. Your days of flogging yourself off because your too proud of getting someone else to do it are over thats what Im here for, now. Ill keep you on a good, regular schedule, and if you have to put up with my dick up your ass, hands running through your hair when it doesnt have that fucking stupid gel crap in it, maybe even exchanging the odd little kiss well, it doent mean anything, right pal? I mean, your still straight. Not like your enjoying it! Although I guess this cocks hard for a reason... I left that sentence hanging in the air to focus on fucking him, taking full advantage of the muscular arse hed worked on to impress girls with, cumming up into his guts with my own roar, that I tried but failed to stifle. With the sensation of my load coating his rectum, he lost it again, letting lose with a drawn out, animalistic growl as I quietly intoned into his ear, there we go...good boy...better out then in...that feels better, now, doesnt it? His still-thick load once again coated my hand, which was already sticky with dick sweat, ball sweat, and the excesses of his first load. I offered him my hand, stating simply, my hands dirty. He turned away. With my softening dick still up his sporty butt, I continued now, come on. Its YOUR sperm, YOUR fault, mate...fairs fair... He didnt speak. Fine, I said, and reached up into his hair, wiping my hand on his scalp till it was dry, albeit still sticky. There we go. You look like you do in class when you put gel in it, mate. He didnt speak, allowing me to extract my cock. Wiping myself with the tail of his shirt, I tucked myself back in. I then extracted a pocket knife from my pocket, causing him to look apprehensive. Oh, this? Dont worry, kiddo; another thing I picked up in the Scouts. You dont need to worry about it. I reached up and sliced cleanly through the rope, causing him to collapse to the floor. I leant down. Now, the bloodll return to your arms and legs soon enough, kiddo. So, whilst your lying there immobile, allow me to explain how I see things. Basically, you can accept the agreement I put to you earlier when I was fucking you- he looked at the floor again in shame, and youll get a decent mark in a subject youll otherwise fail, and whilst youll never admit it, youll have a fucking great sex life thanks to the fact Im better than that blonde bimbo your seeing. Oh, and of course, it means no-one has to find out about how you offered your body to me in exchange for a good mark. He frowned in confusion, bless him. Yeah. Ya see, thats what Ill say if you tell anyone, Jamie. And I hate to say this, I really do but your such a brainless fucking trouble maker, mate, that the powers-that-be will believe me. And because theyll believe me from the get-go, their investigation will discover exactly that. Lose my job? Yep. I will have to get another job. But I aint going to prison, kiddo. And meanwhile, all your friends will think your a puff. So...well keep this to ourselves, ok? And in that way, in the end, everyones a winner. A shaky, stunned Jamie left my classroom that day a changed man minus his boxers, which Id kept as a keepsake. If I kept his underwear from all of our encounters over the remainder of that, his final year at school, of course, he wouldnt have any left; yes, I had lots of fun and games with Jamie. A real favourite of mine was when I paid for the two of us to go to the cinema to see the new Harry Potter film as my treat; although I think he probably had to go again with his mates, because I kept him distracted for pretty much the entire movie by calmly frigging the knob of his cock, which was trapped by his boxers down the right leg of his trackies. He was worried wed be seen, because the theatre was over half packed; but we were fine in the shadows, provided he scooted down in his chair, and kept his toned legs spread nice and wide. His seventeenth birthday was a real humdinger, too; fucking him in the bogs of the pub, holding his own legs up against his chest, allowing me to admire the new trainers hed bought with his birthday money whilst his mates and girlfriend at the bar were wondering why he hadnt turned up yet. Yeah, what me and Jamie had was a good thing. Not the only good thing, though.

Chapter the Second: Niall Horan: The Innocent One I have to be honest, I never really expected Harry to get back to me. Prior to putting him into a trance, he seemed uninterested and distant, and after the trance, he seemed confused and, still, distant. I think the suspicion on his part that I had systematically raped both his mind and supple body whilst in said trance *might* explain his confusion (he was quite insistent that he was straight, the poor lad), but as for the perplexing distant, ill-defined attitude? Who knows. Maybe he didn't like the taste of my spunk. In any event, Harry was not the one who called me a few days ago; it was Simon. He was having trouble with other members of the 'band', as he called them, and wanted me to help. I enquired as to the nature of the problem, but he 'didn't want to talk about it on the phone'; honestly, the guy is so full of himself - as if some vast technologically advanced organisation would be monitoring his telephone calls in order to discover the latest nitty-gritty details of One Direction's progress on the X-Factor. Then I remembered that the News of the World was owned by Rupert Murdoch and thought, well, Simon might be justified in his concerns. Naturally, regardless of the problem, my cure was going to hypnotherapy, and I was happy to oblige Mr. Cowell, in exchange for my usual fee, as well as free reign over the group's firm young bodies - not that I mentioned that. We decided on seeing them the next morning - time waits for no man, and given the schedule of the show, Simon wanted me to visit within 24 hours, or not at all. As he didn't want to risk paparazzi seeing him take the various members of One Direction to see a psychiatrist, he insisted I visit the house where the boys were staying. This annoyed me, as I had to cancel my monthly visit to Her Majesty's Young Offenders Institute, Huntercombe - one of my favourite days. But, I thought, the boys of One Direction should more than make up for it. Tuesday 26th October, 2010 I arrived at the house at 8.45am, wanting to get started early and either amuse myself with the boys all day, or wrap up early and manage to meet at least some of my appointments with the imprisoned criminal fraternity of Oxfordshire. I asked my secretary to phone up the Governor, apologise for my inability to spend the entire day there, and have my more spunky subjects (or 'troubling cases', as I'd put it to my secretary) ready for me in case I can make it there by late afternoon. After being buzzed through the exterior gates, Simon met me outside the house. He said he himself had only just arrived, but that the boys should be up by now. A burly chap in a suit opened the front door, and eyed me suspiciously as I shuffled past him, behind Simon. Standing in a large lobby with a wide staircase creeping round the right side of the hall, I stood still, listening to the voices emanating from other parts of the house, whilst Simon conferred with Mr. Burly. I was struck by how warm it was in the house, even at this early hour; I felt myself perspiring. He came over after a minute or two, not looking happy. "Right. Bit of a balls up; Niall's not up yet." I was stunned. "What?! Not up in this bloody temperature? I don't know how anyone can sleep through this." "Yeah. We had problems with getting them up early when they first moved in, so we started putting the heating up early on, to get them awake. It worked for a while, but after a few weeks, some of them have...well, adjusted, shall we say." "Oh. Well, I can get started with the rest of the group, anyway," I replied, a little too eagerly for my own good. "Calm down, cowboy. You're not here to see the entire group. You're here to see Niall. He's the one having trouble." "Oh." Niall was not my favourite one. But then again, neither was Harry, yet I had a bloody smashing time with him. "Well," I continued, "exactly what is the trouble with Niall?" "He's just being a bloody teenager. He's started getting a lot moodier recently, and I hear he has some sort of relationship with Sophia Wardman." A girl from a rival pop act within the group, Belle Amie; the whores I'd mentioned previously. "I have no problem with relationships when I'm making them up to get votes," he went on, "but actual sexual relationships are a major no-no. It upsets the group dynamic, and if one of them gets voted out, the inclination is for the other to try and follow them." Simon wasn't much of a believer in true love. But then, I was hardly one to criticise. "So, let me get this straight. You want me to make him...stop liking this girl he fancies?" "I have no problem with him fancying her - Jesus, *I* fancy her - I just have a problem with him fucking her. Is it possible to do something about that?" I smiled. "Well. Maybe, in a fashion...with boys his age, it tends to be lust, rather than love, which will certainly make doing what you ask a lot easier. I think it's a case of replacing one infatuation with another...an infatuation which he can realise when properly conditioned, I think." "Right. Well, whatever. Just do it." At that moment, Harry traipsed down the stairs, dressed in grey tracksuit bottoms, white socks and the hoodie he had worn when I'd seen him previously. It had white, opaque stains at the bottom, when I'd wiped my jizz from his face - now very crusty. He was yawning as he came down, still shaking the sleep from his body. Acting purely on irrational impulse, I said "you want to wash that hoodie, Harry, or those stains'll never come out." Looking down, he looked at me impassively. "Yeah. Thanks. Alright," he said to Simon as he passed. "He's up. Waiting upstairs." When he'd gone, Simon looked at me, smiling, and shook his head. "Come on. Lets go up." Yes, lets, I thought. As we ascended the stairs, Simon went on. "Thanks for your help with Harry. He's been a lot more settled since you saw him. Almost introverted. But free of nerves. Also, he's stopped this really fucking annoying habit of wandering around in a bloody thong." I didn't say anything. But he did. "I just don't understand how you seeing him for his nerves could affect something like that?" Fingering Harry's silky gold thong in the pocket of my suit trousers (I carried it for luck), I simply replied, "the mind works in mysterious ways, Simon." He slowly nodded, and by this time we had come before a thick wooden door, which Simon knocked on. "Yeah," we heard from the other side, and walked in. Niall was in a bedroom; presumably, his own. It was as hot here as it was everywhere else in the house. He was sitting on the bed, playing a PSP. He wore a fairly tight fitting, white T-shirt which had a three leaf clover and the words '100% Irish' on the front in green (which he probably picked up at the Tower of London giftshop), and loose navy blue jogging bottoms, leading to feet clad in grey Addidas sports socks, sheathing a pair of cute, wide feet. Niall was the least well-built of the group, with a ruddy complexion and boyish face that made him look younger than his sixteen years. He looked cute with his blond hair dishevelled from sleep, and I smiled. The boy looked up as we entered, and Simon spoke. "Morning, Niall. Remember the man I told you about, here to help you with your vocals?" Oh, I see. "This is him. He'll take good care of you." Yep, no doubt about that. I smiled, and Niall returned the smile. "Hello," he said to me in a delightfully quaint, yet surprisingly deep, southern Irish accent. "Hello, Niall. Sorry to get you out of bed early." "S'alright," he said. "I need to start getting up earlier, anyway. Just enjoying the lie-ins whilst I don't have to go to school," he replied with a broad grin. For all his faults, in that moment, I so wanted to fuck him. "I hear you're having a bit of trouble. Hopefully, we'll be able to get to the bottom of it," I said. Quickly taking charge of the situation, I turned to Simon. "Simon, I think it best if I see Niall alone." Simon frowned, and Niall piped up. "Um, if the problems with my voice, shouldn't my voice mentor be here? And Simon, too?" I didn't look at him; I simply held my hand up in his direction and said, "Niall, please." Resuming my discussion with Simon, I added, "Simon, you know as well as I do that for me to do my job properly," I emphasised the word 'job', hoping to get the message through his seemingly thick skull, "I need to be alone, and free of distractions." Simon stared at me for a moment. "Yeah," he replied slowly. "Yeah. Ok. If you need me, Niall, just dial nine on the phone." Before waiting for a response, Simon turned on his heels, and stomped out of the room. I followed him, closing the door securely and turning the gold key in the lock. I turned back, and sat myself on a computer chair put before a desk, with Niall staring at me as I did so, sat on the edge of the bed. "Right." Now I had to think of a way to put him into a trance, which conformed with Simon's ridiculous story that I was here to 'help with his vocals'. I hope the lad didn't have any questions; I didn't know the first thing about vocals, and whilst I could offer a suggestion on how to make his voice go up an octave, I'd rather do that for him myself. "Vocals. Niall, voices are funny things. A lot of external stimuli can affect them; even things you might not think could affect them. Changes in environment, changes in circumstance - new people, literally anything. Do you have any idea what might be affecting your voice?" He slowly shook his head. "No. Not really. I mean, if it could be anything, though...well, I wouldn't really be able to tell. I mean, what with all the changes we've had - the new house, the new people. I wouldn't really be able to be specific...would I?" The little pseudo-smart arse played right into my hands. A brain surgeon of Harry Styles' calibre, this one. "No, quite right. Which is why I think it's probably best if I put you under a light trance so we can explore your personality more directly, with the help of some neo-regressive techniques." "Is that what you did to Harry?" "Oh he mentioned me did he?" Niall broke eye contact and looked at the carpet. "Yeah. A little." "I'm sure he told you what a brilliant time he had round my office, then. Shall we get started?" Niall smiled slyly. "Yeah...alright. Let's do it." I told him to rest back on the bed, which he did, his head on the pillow, his arms by his sides, his legs slightly spread as they rested on the duvet. After retrieving my induction aid from my briefcase, I switched it on, and making sure to select a calming, melodic pattern, I held it up before his eyes and asked him to look at it. After about 30 seconds, his blue eyes became unfocussed, and started to droop. I began my induction. "Ok, Niall. I want you to close your eyes, and empty your mind, so that only the sound of my voice remains. In your mind's eye, you see all the distractions in your life slowly fading into darkness, so that only you exist; only you, and my voice which, although unseen, serves your guide through your mind. Do you know why you need a guide, Niall?" "N...no?" His voice was already slowing, and slurring. "You need a guide because the brain is a complex place, Niall. The brain is a complex place, and you don't know very much about it. I, however, know lots and lots about your mind, Niall, and that is what makes me the ideal guide for you. Don't worry; I shall be your guide, for free, and not demand anything in return. Isn't that good of me?" "Yyyeah..." "So as you stand in the darkness of your mind, alone, you might find yourself feeling scared. But you find peace in listening to my voice, Niall. You find it reassuring, and relaxing, and listening to my voice is like being wrapped up in a warm blanket, safe and cozy; at peace, like you were an hour ago, before you awoke. Do you understand?" "Think...so..." "But, Niall, for me to fulfil my role as guide, there is one thing I must ask of you. And that is your trust. You must trust me completely, because otherwise, I won't be able to lead you through your mind, will I?" "No..." His voice was a little shaky. The fear I spoke of had made it into his subconscious, which was good. As I suspected when I basically told him to shut-up during my discussion with Simon - which he did - he was a natural submissive, already well trained in doing what he was told. That would explain why my induction was going so easily. "No. And it's important to you that I can lead you, Niall. I help bring illumination to the darkness. And as you stand in the darkness, you realise that the darkness is indeed not absolute: that you can perceive something beyond your immediate vicinity. Stare into it, Niall. You can so nearly make it out...but not quite. But keep looking. As you stare, you will feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper into your trance. With each passing second, you slip further in; like sliding into a warm, relaxing bath. " His head resting on the pillow, he would of looked at peace, were it not for the fact that his eyes were open, and vacant, staring into the middle distance. He was now well and truly under; and in record time, too. I was about to move on to some more substantive abuse, when something caught my attention. That something was between the boy's legs. It seemed that the act of induction had aroused him, and now his cock was tenting the loose material of his sweats. "Niall," I said, genuine confusion in my voice, "are you wearing any underpants?" He replied conclusively, "no." As if that was the end of the matter. "Err, why are you not wearing any underpants, Niall?" He frowned as he considered his answer, before responding, "I just got up, didn' I?" I chuckled. Fair enough, I thought. Unlike Harry, Niall appeared significantly more malleable to sexual subversion when in a trance; so knowing that I wouldn't face any opposition, I decided to forgo my usual efforts to initially shield the mind from what I was doing, and simply reached over and gripped Niall's fleshy poker through the soft, yielding fabric, like it were a joystick. Which, of course, it was. My hands deftly roamed over his shaft, in an attempt to get the measure of the lad, which was more considerable then I might otherwise expect. Seeing Niall, I always imagined him with a perfectly respectable, if average, mid-teen cock. Feeling him now, though, made me realise how wrong I was in making such a baseless assumption. In length he was around 5 and a half inches, perhaps a little bit less, but the thing was thick, like he had a spark plug down there, and delving lower into his crotch, I felt a pair of nuts that felt like fat plums in a crinkly leather sack. He murmured as I did this, and the lids of his eyes fluttered, but otherwise he didn't react. Intrigued (both professionally and sexually) by his reaction, I decided to explore him further. Withdrawing my hand for a moment, I gripped the waistband of his sweats, and stretched them out and down, nimbly tucking them behind his weighty Gaelic bollocks, which I took a moment to cradle in my palm, weighing them out of admiration. His legs, chunkier then I might otherwise expect from his overall build, spread and hunched up slightly in response. His groin had a small patch of blond pubes directly around his cock, shorter than that of an adult, and sparser, too, like newly sprouting grass. As I ran my fingers over the ridges and furrows of his ballbag (which I was still holding for him), I could tell that his sack was completely smooth. I ran the fingers of my unoccupied hand through the hairs he had; they were silky smooth. In doing so, the back of my hand rubbed the shaft and pink glans of his turgid spike, and as it pulsed and produced a dewy drop of prejizz, I was reminded to get back to the issue in hand. Wrapping my hand around his prick, I coyly asked him, "so what's going on between you and Sophia," yanking his bollocks down as I did so, causing him to reflexively open his legs further, and purr like a kitty cat. This turned me on so much, I rewarded him by leaning down and deftly swiping my tongue across his knob, taking in the juices that had collected on the sweaty head. He groaned at this. "MMMmmm...we...we're just friends, is all." I slowly but firmly jacked him for five minutes or so, just to get settled into a good rhythm. As I did so, continuing to fondle his balls, it was obvious his sexual experience was limited, and that he could spew before long. I knew I would have to keep my mind on controlling his cock. Running my hand up and down his taut Irish cock in reasonably quick time, gripping the head and gently twisting on occasion, I said, "Niall, I know there's more to it than that. I suggest you think about being honest with me...because boys who aren't honest with me-" as I said this, my hand slowed to a maddening crawl up and down his length. "-don't get rewarded. So, let me ask again, what's going on between you and the girl?" "AHH-HA, it's just, you know, I'm just talkin' to her, tryin to fuck her!" As he said this, I moved my hand more quickly, and with my other hand ran my blunt fingernails across the taut, damp sack of his bollocks, now sticky with sweat after having my hand glued to them all this time. He sighed appreciatively. "Why are you trying to fuck her, Niall? You seem like such a nice boy, and I don't see your band mates rutting anything in sight." Harry's previous experience of rutting my hand didn't count, principally because he still didn't know it'd happened. "Sooo...hornyy..." he moaned in response. Might sound stupid, but this confused me, as I didn't know if that was some sort of answer, or if he was just expressing how he felt at the moment. Not wanting to take any chances, I slowed my hand down. His eyes widened, and he had a kind of scared, deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, indicating he didn't approve. "I...I...get so horny hereeEEE-" I'd sped up again at this point, and ran my thumb over his angry red dome, causing his voice to go up an octave - see? I said I could help with his vocals. "-AAaand I can't wank, so I have'ta find a girl ta fuck around with!" He started thrusting into my hand now, with my two hands pretty much remaining stationary; it was amusing to watch him thrust up, and cause me to pull down on his own fat balls as he did so, before thrusting back down onto the bedcovers with a bounce, resheathing his cock, time and time again in a very determined fashion. "Why can't you masturbate?" "ARGHh....its...its a s-s-SIN!" Oh, how delightful. "Yes, Niall, I thought your balls were a little bloated," I squeezed them as I spoke. "And it does explain why you're on a bit of a....um...hair trigger, shall we say-" although he was doing admirably at the moment. "But fucking the girl in the room next door, so to speak, will prove problematic for your future career." I don't think this argument carried much weight with him, in his current state. "What we need to do, Niall, is find a way for you to get your rocks off, without compromising your closely held Roman Catholic belief structure. And I think I have just the ticket for you." At this point I stopped wanking him, letting his gooey cock slap against his T-Shirt, and removing my hand from his balls, which were so over-heated that it was like removing my hand from a pair of juggling balls left out in the rain. He emitted a sort of disappointed grunt, so out of sympathy for the Irish lad, I removed the joggers from his legs, revealing a surprisingly compact, tightly defined pair of legs, with wonderfully muscled thighs, sprinkled with barely perceptible peach-fuzz. This left him in his white T-Shirt, now sticking to him and slightly transparent, and his grey socks; it also gave his prodigious testicles some breathing room, allowing them to coalesce on the blissfully cool, starched white bedcover he was lying on. Knowing that poor Niall couldn't cum from his own hand, I simply told him that he had contracted a life-threatening disease, which would kill him if he ejaculated. As his doctor, I insisted, he must seek my permission before cumming, or he could DIE. He implicitly believed me. At this point, I told him to wank away. No fuss, no muss. Extricating myself from the situation, I unlocked the door and went into the cooler, but still stifling hallway. Part 2b: This Week's Special Guest Star: Harry Styles, as Himself As I walked to the staircase, I sniffed the hand which had held his balls, still sticky with sweat. Hmmm. Fresh teenage bollocks, still sweaty from a night's sleep. What an exquisite scent. I was ripped away from my reverie by a more-moody-than-usual Harry Styles, just at the top of the stairs. Watching me as I approached he said bluntly, "What the fuck are you doing?" It was a fair question. But its fairness didn't make me any less angered by it, the arrogant little fucker. My response, I knew, would certainly ensure I'd manage to take him down a peg or two, right now. "Betty Boothroyd Bludgeon's Boris." An odd response? Certainly, but it was the trip word I had planted in his brain at the end of our last session, in order to circumvent the laborious process of inducing him yet again. It's actually a fairly standard technique, employed for all patients, many of whom require several sessions in order to resolve their issues. Of course...it's open to abuse, as the gently swaying form of Harry now standing before was a testament to. I placed my hand on his developed shoulder. "Harry, when I count to three, you will open your eyes and follow me. You will also do exactly as I tell you, because if you don't, I will leave you like this forever. Do you understand?" It was, of course, nonsense, and impossible, but he wasn't to know that, and I knew that unlike Niall, he would need an implicit threat in the back of his mind in order for him to do what I had planned. I led Harry back to Niall's room, opened it, entered, and relocked it. Upon opening the door, I was overwhelmed by the smell of boy-sex. I was pleased to see Niall do as he was told; lying on his bed, head resting on the headboard, legs stertched and splayed open before him, wanking his fat Catholic dick for all it was worth, prejizz flying all over the place as he did so. I sat on the bed next to him, and looked at the two boys for a moment. "Harry, come over here." He moved like a zombie to the side of the bed, where I was. I reached for the waistband of his trackies, and pulled them and the grey striped boxer-briefs he wore under them down to his lower thighs, which I stroked for a moment. His cock was soft, although it began to lengthen as I gripped his loose foreskin, and idly pushed, pulled and prodded it. My other hand returned to the Niall's nutsack. My other hand "Harry," I said, "you and Niall are mates, yes?" "Yeah," he responded, in the monotone he seemed to speak with when both in and out of a trance. "And as mates, you help each other out, right?" "I...guess so," he replied, his cock now stiff and demanding attention, which I was happy to provide, with my hand now methodically gliding up and down, occasionally slipping down to his hairy coconuts. "Niall needs a favour. You see, he's a strict Roman Catholic, which means he's not allowed to spill his seed using his own hand. So, out of respect for his faith, I thought you could offer up your arse to him, whenever he needed to get his rocks off; that's alright, isn't it Harry?" "N...nnnooo...." he replied, with difficulty. "Harry, Harry, Harry," I said disapprovingly, "we must respect each other's religious difference. Tolerance is what makes this country great, Harry." "I do, but-" "Great, then if you do, then you'll help your mate continue to live by the religious teaching he holds dear, won't you?" I yanked both the Celtic and the English crinkly teen ballbags that were in my hands as I said this, causing Niall, who was still wanking, to groan, and Harry to take in a deep intake of breath. "Well, I guess if there's nothing else he can do..." "There isn't." With that, I released the four sixteen year old bollocks I had in my hands, and helped Harry remove his trackies and underwear. "I think, Harry, to make sure this is going to work, we'd best test you out. So stand up the bed, yes, that's it, right onto the bed, with one foot on either side of Niall's flanks. That's it. Now just move up a little bit so your over his middle. And kneel down." Harry was now on his knees, placed over Niall's cock, looking down towards Niall's feet with his own feet upturned, on either side of Niall's flanks. He was still dressed in the grey hoodie and white socks, with his fit long legs being the only part of him uncovered. It was the only bit of him I needed. "Now, Harry, reach behind yourself, use your hands to grip your arse cheeks, and pull them apart, please." He did so, revealing his puckered, hairy little hole, which my tongue had already become familiar with. I instructed Niall to stop wanking his red, angry looking cock, which he reluctantly did so. Taking his cock in my left hand, and Harry's shoulder in my right, I proceeded to compel the two band members to dock with one another. Holding Niall's cock delicately, directing the fiery head towards the darkened epicentre of Harry's crack, I gripped Harry's shoulder tightly, and pushed him further down. Would lube be necessary? Probably not. Niall's cock was certainly slip-sliding all over the place as I was holding it, and it wasn't like I'd used any when I shoved practically my entire hand up Harry's arse. Heh. And I wondered why the boy was stroppy around me. It wasn't long before I made 'contact', requiring me to take Niall's cock in hand a little more firmly, in order to slide the bullet-shaped head into his mate's anus, making both boys groan and curl their socked toes in unison, each for very different reasons. Taking my hand from Niall's cock, I wiped the cummy residue in Harry's full head of hair, before standing on the bed myself, placing my hands on both of the boy's shoulders, and pushing, really quite firmly. Harry groaned all the way down Niall's thick pipe, till his arse-cheeks were ground into Niall's sweet downy pubes. Harry looked like he was about to cry, and Niall looked like...well, looked like he was enjoying lad-on-lad anal sex far more than a Catholic boy should be. I knelt and stared at Harry's face as I said,"Harry, push yourself up, so just the tip is in you." Planting his hands on the bedspread, his thighs demonstrated some tight definition as he pushed himself up; I ran my hand along their prickly, damp expanse as he did so. "...and down." He returned back to a sitting position, doing so more easily than he did the first time, with both boys moaning as he did so. "Now keep doing that until I stay stop." "AR......GH......ARGH......AHHH....AHHH....AHHH..." like a puffing choo-choo train pulling away from a station, Harry steadily built up a faster and faster rhythm, the more he bounced on Niall's stiff prick. I stood, unzipped the flies on my black suit trousers, and extracted my cock, beginning a slow and methodical wank about six inches from Harry's face as I took in the vista before me; the facial expressions, the interplay of firm, teenaged muscles at work, and the smell of teenage boys bedroom; lynx deodorant, and churning, sweaty bollocks. It all helped bring me closer to climax. Nobody spoke; just occasional animalistic grunts as Niall thrusted with all his might to meet Harry's downward thrusts with a loud 'slap', shoving his knob into his bandmate as deeply as he could. I took the opportunity to extract my blackberry from my trouser pocket, and took a couple of pictures. What, out of all this, tipped me over the edge, you might ask? The deep blue eyes and pained expression on Niall's sweaty, hair-matted face, and his masculine, testosterone-laden voice saying between deep breaths, "Please...please, can I cum, please?" "Ahhhh...ye, yes, cum now," I whispered, as my own orgasm overtook me, coating Harry's ascending and descending face, neck and hair in spunk, whilst Niall fired unseen jet after unseen jet up into his bowels. Without any instruction from me, Harry's cock also fired white-hot stream after white-hot stream of spunk, straight through my legs and onto the bedspread of Niall's bed, a few feet away. After five good shots, he began to subside, coating his cock in the dregs. As I myself recovered, I reached into Harry's hair, and rubbed the semen into the long locks. My legs feeling weak, I stood down from the bed, and sat down. "Alright, alright, stop Harry, for Christ's sake, stop." Harry, still raising and lowering himself like an energiser bunny, stopped. "Get the fuck off him," I said. He did. Standing on the bed, his head nearly reaching the ceiling, he looked a magnificent teenage male specimen, albeit somewhat sullied by the fact that he clearly been used for the purposes of sodomy, and his grey hoodie detracting somewhat from his classical beauty. "Harry, get off the bed." He did, nearly falling off it in the process. "Niall," I said, "there's an ointment that'll help with your vocal chords. It's smeared all over Harry's face; you'll have to lick it off him." Niall frowned in disapproval. "Listen, fuckwit, context is everything." He now frowned in confusion. "Normally, you'd be right to avoid licking your friends face. But the context of this situation is, Harry's just let you fuck him up the arse so you don't offend the Pope - so I'd say that what I just asked isn't too big a deal. Okay? Just fucking do it." Natural submissive that he is, he stood up from his position on the bed, and dutifully started licking Harry's face. "Gulp it all down," I said encouragingly. When he reached Harry's full pouty lips, he delicately licked each one in turn, like a curious cat, before slipping his tongue into his mouth. Harry, for his part, still just standing there, opened his mouth further, letting Niall explore in the insides of his mouth. They did this for a few minutes, during which time I took four or five more pictures, before Niall withdrew, and looked at the floor, as though embarrassed. Niall's cock, slick with various juices, jutted out of his groin. "Still frisky, Niall?" "Hmmm..." he replied, unable to form words since his orgasm. "Harry," I said, looking at the sweat soaked teen, "get on your knees." He wordlessly slipped to his knees. "Do you remember me saying, in our last session, how much you liked the taste of that medicine I gave you?" "Yeah..." "Well, Niall's got a nasty buildup of the stuff, and as your such good friends, he'll let you have some. You just have to get it. Before you is a thick straw; just put your lips around it nice and tight, and suck. Mind your teeth. Niall, cum whenever you want." "Thanks," Niall responded. Such good manners. I laid back on the floor, and just watched them go at it. Harry slid his lips around Niall's prick, formed a tight seal, and began to suck, somewhat clumsily. Without saying anything, I stood, moved behind Niall, and knelt. Spreading the lads cheeks, I slid my tongue into his musky depths, and licked from the back of his pendulous babymakers, which were now most excellent, having collected and stored all of the boy's tastes and smells from the previous hour and a half of fucking and jacking, up to his lower back - confirming that his crack was almost completely (and presumably naturally) devoid of hair, with just a small outcropping lining his hole. I ran my tongue back down to his shiny penny, and proceeded to make love to him, gripping and relishing in the feel of the firm curves of his thighs as I did so. I felt them tense and become hard as granite when my tongue breached his virgin portal, and he emitted a scared little yelp. As I investigated the teen's musky depths, he started to emit other, more gutteral sounds, and backed his arse up as far as he could into my face. After five minutes or so, I withdrew my sweat and saliva strewn face from his posterior, and stood behind the small boy. Soothingly running my hands up and down his flanks before running them up under his now sodden T-Shirt, across his hard, flat stomach and up to his sloping pecs to tweak first his left, and then his right nipple, I put my chin on his shoulder, watching Harry's clumsy blow-job whilst sandwiching my semi-erect cock firmly between Niall's flaming-hot ass. As ever, he didn't seem to object. Watching Harry for a moment, kissing Niall's ear as I did so, I thought it best to give the confused straight lad a few directions. Placing my hand on the back of his head, I firmly shoved him down onto Niall's plug, until his nose was in his golden curls and he was coughing and spluttering like a bitch. He naturally tried to extricate his mouth from this uncomfortable position, sliding his tongue back up the way it had come, and much like Don Corleone in the third Godfather film, just when he thought he was out, I pushed him back in, causing him to emit yet more coughs. After a couple of minutes of this, his saliva had matted Niall's pubes and was dripping down onto his balls, or rather my fingers, as I had once again taken charge of them. His breathing was incredibly laboured, and as it would be difficult to explain why he had passed out, naked and covered in sperm, I felt it best to let him catch his breath, and allowed him to remove himself entirely from his pal's prick, with my hand taking up the position his lips had just vacated, luxuriating in the feel of Niall's stone-hard cock, and wide-domed knob. I slowly cork-screwed my hand up, and down, up, and down, whilst squeezing his puffy tits through his T, on occasion running my hand up the T, visiting all the points of interest on his sweaty torso and firm abdominals. My cock would sensually saw up into the moist furrow of his crack...but I didn't want to fuck him. Not yet, at least. I found the idea of turning Niall from a submissive into a dominant not only personally stimulating, but professionally, also. If it wasn't highly illegal, I'd write a paper on it. Wanking him, first slowly, then steadily building up speed, I would every so often smack Harry in the face with Niall's stubby cock; Harry would flinch, whereas Niall would simply keep on looking down, impassively. One thing I liked about Niall is that when he got close, he would really start to moan and groan and wriggle; not only did his writhing arse feel great on my cock, but it would be a good sign for me to stop wanking him; scratch his balls, flick his nipples, or gently baste his sopping wet knob. I did this two or three times, before finally going for gold with the lad, and bringing him off to another orgasm. He fired six firm shots straight into Harry's face, where it joined my own previous contribution, before drizzling onto the floor, the base of his cock, and my hand. I removed my sticky fingers from his well-used cock, and licked my fingers and palm clean of his tasty sacred spunk. '100% Irish' indeed. It was quite sweet, and still wonderfully thick. I wondered whether Harry's arse got the best of the boy, but I was perfectly happy with these leftovers. Speaking of Harry, he looked quite a sight, and was quite a site, with two loads of spunk coating his face in a thick paste; one from a forty-two year old professional, the other from a sixteen year old Catholic boy. I used my fingers to one again scrape a load of the stuff from his face, causing globlets to drip down onto his top. Offering the soup to Harry, I instructed him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue, at which point I smeared the stuff on his pallet, before instructing him to gulp it down. Taking another finger-full, I this time offered it to Niall, shoving my fingers into his mouth; he as vey compliant, and allowed me to shove nearly my whole hand in there, before I instructed him to suck my fingers clean. He grimaced. "I don't know what your fucking problem is, Niall," I said, "this is a fine delicacy, and you love the taste of it." He was soon sucking on my rank fingers with wild abandon. "What you should do, Niall, is get down there and lick it straight off your mates face, if you like it that much." Niall got down on all fours in order to reach the still kneeling Harry, and made great, broad-sweeping licks across Harry's impassive face, slurping up his own produce, like a happy, uncaring dog. I rubbed his upturned rump as he did so, wondering if it really would be such a big deal, were I to fuck him. It was at this point that there was a loud, piercing knock on the door. Running to the door, remembering to put my cock away as I did so, I opened it a crack to see a young Louis Tomlinson wearing trainers, white socks, football shorts and a T-Shirt. "Alright; you the hypnotist bloke? Was sent up to tell you lunch is in an hour and half, but the we're all playing a football game against the boys in the garden in half an hour. So Niall needs to be up and about by then." Somewhat understandably, I was eager to get back and finish up. "OK, thanks Louis." I went to turn, when he continued. "I was wondering..." "Yes?" "I was wondering, about this football game-" "I can't play." He smiled. "Yeah, no, I...I guessed that; no, my girlfriends here, watching...do you reckon you could make me play a little bit better?" He smiled, "I'd like to impress her." I thought for a minute. "I'm sure we can work something out, Louis. Give me five minutes." Slamming the door in his face, I turned back, just to see Niall licking the last strands of jizz from Harry's face. "Right, both of you, get you're fucking clothes on. You've got a football game to play." Turning to Harry, I took the dirty sweater he was still wearing and wiped his face with it, adding to the dried strands of jizz already on it. He slipped on his boxer-briefs and trackies. I vigorously rubbed his hair, to try and work out the most visible clumps of spunk. "When you close this bedroom's door behind you, you will awaken, and not recall anything that occurred in this room. This does not bother you. Any pain from your arse you will blame on your own sexual peccadilloes, recalling that the last time you had a wank, you shoved a cold carrot up there, and liked it. This also explains why you don't have much of a problem with Niall here giving you a good fucking whenever he feels like it. Now fuck off, Harry, and stop giving me the evil eye all the time." He slowly moved to leave the room. I'm somewhat ashamed to say that, for pure vindictiveness and spite, I added as he left, "oh, and Harry, don't bother having a shower or changing your clothes; you think you look fine." Soon, it was just me and Niall left in the room. "Niall, now you've got free reign over Harry's backside, you've got no need to find relief from the cows in the house, have you. It doesn't make you gay; you're just finding relief, in accordance with your religious convictions. That's all. And to that end, you must always be nice to Harrry, and not let anyone find out about the two of you. Do you understand?" He nodded in ascent. "Right. When I click my fingers, you're going to wake up. Whenever I say the words, 'Felicity Fucks Philanderers', you will return to the state you are currently in. Do you understand?" He again nodded, and I clicked my fingers. His eyes opened, and he rubbed them, as though he'd just woken up. He looked at the wall clock and smiled, "Well, I caught up on my sleep, anyway." Err, yeah. He looked worried, "Jesus, the game's in half an hour; I have to get changed." I went to leave the room, when he ran to the door. I asked in confusion, "Isn't this your room?" "No! It's Harry's room. I just came in to have a go on his PSP." With that, he ran out the door, slamming it behind him. I looked at the room, in something of a new light, I guess. It was then that I noticed the white translucent stain streaked over the duvet...ah, yes. Harry's load. I wasn't particularly keen on changing the boys sheets for him. Although the room generally, and the duvet specifically, smelt very strongly of Niall Horan's sex organs, and Harry's ass. Shrugging, I just turned over the duvet; problem solved. With that, I went off to find Louis Tomlinson.

Tenderloin Tales: Sally's Slap in the Face California Dreamer 2001, 2002 all rights reserved. Gavin, our fun loving San Francisco boy, accepts a slap in the face from a sweet young thing. San Francisco, city of my birth, must be just about the best damn place in the whole world for a single guy. Not just because there are more women than men, but because it's a faery city as well as a city of fairies. From any vista point, you might feel you were overlooking a silvered, shimmering Oz. "Mornin' Sally. How you doin' this beautiful day?" "Good morning to you, Gavin. I'm doin' okay." The tall blond hid a large yawn behind long, red tipped fingers. "Are we keeping you up, beautiful?" I teased. "Late party last night. Low fat Latte?" "As always." I eyed her slim hips as she turned to the Espresso machine. You could keep me up all night, you pretty thing. Just wrap those long legs around my neck and hang on. I almost chided myself for thinking lewd thoughts about this warm hearted young woman. Almost. "Who was that big New York Jewish woman with you the other night?" I didn't remember seeing Sally in my favorite Potrero Hill coffee stop, the Daily Scoop. "A friend who was house guesting for a few days. She's thinking about immigrating. How did you know she's New York Jewish?" "I recognize the style." I almost couldn't hear her words over the machine's steam blast. "And she has that nose made famous by Striesand." Could only nod acceptance. Sally turned to slide the tall Latte glass across the counter. "You're a slut," she stated softly, grinning, her eyes sparkling. "What?" I almost shouted, feeling a flash of horrific. If she'd stuck a finger in my eye, I couldn't have felt more pain. "I am not!" Sally's steady grin held firm, despite my forceful denial. "Every Saturday night, you're in here with a different woman. You are definitely a slut." She tried to quell her grin, forcing her full, wide lips into a puckered half frown. My mouth hung open as I tried to find the words to deny, to explain, to mask the awful embarrassment of truth. "You're cute when you blush," she noted, almost an aside. "I've seen you in action. You're a smooth talker, could prob'ley sell freezers to Inuits." She plucked dollar bills from my numb fingers. She gave her smile to the next person in the queue as I turned away, feeling confused. Burying myself in the Sunday Chronical didn't work. Rambling thoughts confounded me. Yes, I like women, and they like me. I've known more than a few, but to be called a slut hurt. I felt diminished by the cruel label, and didn't like it one little bit. What the hell's wrong with a little recreational sex? Or a lot of recreational sex? I decided to accept the title, to not feel demeaned by it. "Hey, din't mean to hurt your feelin's, guy." Sally slumped into the chair opposite, a hint of worry in her pretty blues, dark circles under her eyes. "No, you just..." I looked closely at her slightly reddened eyes. "Got me stuck in a loop. You look..." I almost said 'terrible', but closed my yap in time. "Had a 'disagreement' with my boy friend last night. We stayed up most all night after the party trying to talk it out, but..." she sighed heavily, dropping her eyes to her hands, her shoulders slumping. "Tell me about it. I'm a good listener too." I grinned at her. Sally made a small sound as if to reject the offer. After a moment, her eyes peeped up through pale yellow bangs. She shrugged, clearly emoting 'nothing to lose'. "Brian's a guy's guy. He's a good salesman, makes lotsa money, likes to hang with his buds after work, shooting hoops, drinking beer. Then he comes to my place and 'bops me a good one'." She snorted softly, shaking her head. "His words." Sally sat taller in her chair, pulling her shoulders hard back for a few seconds, finally making eye contact with me. My eyeballs strained not to stare at her modest breasts. "Then he wants me to fix him breakfast, and make like nice little wifey." Her eyes tightened. "He doesn't care I've my own agenda." "So you butter both sides of his toast. What's on your agenda, Sally?" I asked her softly. "I want to get married, to finish my degree, then make some babies." She tilted her head slightly, frowning. "That's not too far out, is it?" "Sounds okay to me," I shrugged. I felt like picking her up in my arms, and carrying her to a warm safe place. "What's his problem, do you think?" "He's thirty, says he doesn't want to get serious yet. He wants me to live with him, but doesn't want to get married for a few years. I'm sorta conservative, you know? I grew up in a small town that Norman Rockwell coulda sued for copyright infringement." Laughing, I asked, "But you're sleeping with him, so you can't be that conservative." "Should have said conventional. There's not much to do in a small town, so..." She grinned lewdly. "Most of us started, um, having sex pretty early." She burbled a big sigh through fluttering lips. "He's really a nice guy, and, when he turns it on, could charm the socks off a nudist." We shared a small laugh. "Thanks, Gavin. You made me feel better." She put a quick friendly smile on, reaching over to squeeze my arm. "Back to work," she said, standing. "Give me your phone number, Sal. I'll call you later." I brought out my pen and poised it over a napkin. "What for?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I'll ask a friend how she handled her Peter Pan, and will gladly share it with you." "Oh, cool." She gave me her number, no longer guarded. For the next while, my eyes were either on the Sunday paper or on her. She shared her warmth and friendly smile with each customer, though not with her usual energy. Damn, she's such a pretty one, I thought several times, trying to quash a tingle of lust, and not succeeding. Not succeeding at all. -------- That afternoon I called her, expecting to leave a message on her recorder, but she picked up. "Hello," she answered softly. I could sense tears from the tone of her voice. "Hi Sally, It's Gavin. I didn't expect to catch you. My friend is unreachable this week, so I'll have to get back to you next week or so." "Don't bother, Gavin. I outlined my issues again and he split." "I'm sorry to hear that." Like hell I was. "You okay?" "No, I'm not. I feel like shit. Like a dog turd, squished on the sidewalk." I listened to her snuffle for a moment. "May I help you, Sally? What's your address, I'll come and take you to a beautiful place to contemplate your universe." "I'd love to, Gavin, but I'm a mess. Maybe some other day. Okay? I just want to crawl into bed and pull the covers up over my head." "Just give me an hour." I tried not to sound too pleading. "Please. I can guarantee you'll feel better." -------- Miracle's do happen. I picked her up in front of her flat, short blocks down the hill from mine. She was sitting on the narrow granite stairway with her cheek on her knees, her straight hair a cascade of shimmering gold down to her ankles. When she heard my car, she unwrapped her arms from around her legs as she twisted her head to look up. When I waved, she made a weak smile and stood; long slim legs and torso slowly unfolding. She'd changed from tight jeans to a knee length, dark skirt and white blouse. She looked simply California Blonde Beautiful, even if her slouch marred the effect. I leaned to open the car door for her. She tossed a ski jacket into the back seat before swiveling her butt into the leather bucket seat, flashing a long, slim bare leg. I had to gulp and swallow, my mouth suddenly flooding with saliva. "Be cool. Be cool. Be cool," I subvocalized. I could feel the rush she elicited flush my cheeks. "Where are you taking me, Gavin." "There's a park just off Upper Market. The view is terrific, and it's very tranquil." We rode in silence. She glanced at me several times, but I didn't respond until she didn't drop her eyes for almost half a minute. "Why are you studying me, Sal?" I gave her a quick look. From her expression, I gathered that she was evaluating my worth, my value to her in this painful hour. I felt a tingle of goose bumps down my neck. "You're too nice," she said, her voice flat. "You say too many nice things. Why?" she probed. "Mm," I stalled, exaggerating a shrug. I glanced at her face again to find an amused gleam in her eyes. "When I called you a slut, I thought your face was going to fall off." She laughed softly for a moment, as if delighted by the memory. "I'm sorry. I really didn't expect your reaction." "I've come to terms with it, don't worry. In fact, I kinda like it, even if it's not really true." "Liar!" she said with a soft chuckle "I can talk, listen pretty good, whatever. Women like me, maybe 'cause it's obvious I like them." I shrugged again. "I really can't stand the company of most men." I thought about that for a moment. "Except some of the gay guys." "You like gay guys?" She seemed surprised. "You're not..." "No," I drawled, interrupting her. "There are just so many with a delightfully wicked sense of humour. What's to not like? You can't be comfortable in this town if you're homophobic." I held my breath, trying to feel out her reaction. "Or judgemental." "Mm," she seemed to agree, nodding her head, the afternoon light shimmering in her long, straight yellow hair. We rode in silence up Market Street. An oncoming yellow and green, turn of the century trolley car clattered past, its brakes squealing. Most riders seemed tucked into their own thoughts, except for the few grinning, head on a swivel, tourists. "Where you from, Sal? Originally." "A little town near Mount Shasta. Ever been there?" She seemed distracted, not really interested in my answer. "Close. I've been to Crater Lake. Great skiing." I watched her eyes track a handsome young gay couple, striding along with their hands in each others back pockets, each smiling warmly into the other's face. I wondered if they were really as carefree as they appeared. "How do you know when," she said in a soft voice, "um, if you love somebody?" She turned her head slightly away. "Not just like them a lot?" I had to think for a long minute, distracted by the fairly dense traffic. "How about when you're not thinking with your gonads." I grinned at her. "Or your insecurities. That's a start anyway. Do women think with their gonads?" I queried, feeling my brow furrow. "Sometimes," she sighed long, turning her face to the side, as if bored with the topic now. I left her to her thoughts while negotiating the turn off Market Street. The street before us was steep and twisting, narrow, congested with parked cars. "What do you want? What do you look for in a man?" "Mmm," she hummed, "sense of humour, sweetness..." She took a deep breath. "Selfconfidence 'cause it makes me feel safe." She tsked, as if annoyed. "Comfortable, I mean." I steered the car around the last curve into a parking lot. "Here we are. Be prepared, this is about the most beautiful open air view the city has to offer." I drove behind the building, a community rec center, and parked facing north. "Shit," she breathed, "this is about as pretty as it gets." She twisted around to look over her shoulder. "Can almost see from the San Mateo bridge to the Golden Gate." "Let's walk. From the top of the hill you can see most of the city." -------- Sally sat quietly on my blanket, not focused, but looking in the general direction of Marin county, very much inside of herself. "I think I did the right thing," she said, almost to herself, her lips pinching tightly together, nodding her head, satisfied with her choice. "Tea?" I asked. She didn't respond. I poured tea into two mugs, and held one out to her, resting my forearm on her bare knee. She took the mug in both hands, held it up to her lips, breathing in the steam. "Smells spicy," she said with more strength, straightening her back, pulling her shoulders back. "I'm going to miss him," she said, turning to look me full face for the first time in a long while. "Not for too long, but..." I waited for her to finish her thought, then realized she wouldn't. "Why?" "Mmm, sex, I guess. He was a pretty good bopper." She paused for a long moment, a small smile playing over her lips." I wish he'd been better company, though. And, he kept demanding I suck him and swallow. I can't do that." She dropped her head. "Seems like I was only good for bed and breakfast." "I think I saw the two of you, maybe three, maybe four times. He seemed rather full of himself, rather self centered." "Rather New York." Her eyes flashed a sad smile as she sipped her tea. "Yeah, that was obvious. How did you feel about him?" I scooted closer to her, close enough to enjoy her faint perfume. "Early on, I mean." I lay beside her, propping my head on a bent arm. Sally shrugged, sipped her tea, stared at the Marin headlands before speaking. "I'd only been in town a few weeks when I met him. He came up to me in the Scoop and asked for a cheese puff." Her head fell forward, her chin almost on her chest. After a moment she lifted her head and took a deep breath, a glint of tears in her eyes. "He said, in such a sweet voice, 'What are you doing tonight, pretty girl?'" She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Such a simple line, but he spoke to me as if we were friends, as if he knew me, had known me for years." She shook her head again, her long silky hair waving as if puffed by a gentle breeze. "I felt suddenly bold. I'd been so intimidated by this town, maybe I still am, but I said I'd no plans. Did he have any suggestions?" I watched her pretty face change from softness to pain, her eyes scrunched tight, her lips clenching as she fought back tears. In a blink, I had her in my arms, holding her tight to me. Her arms clutched around my waist and shoulder as she pressed her face to my chest, muffling wracking sobs. I held her, rocked her, pressed my lips to her neck, trying to suck out her pain as if she'd been snake bit. Her sobs slowly changed to occasional snuffles. She sat up and fumbled a tissue from her jacket pocket. "Sorry I'm such a mess," she whined, blowing her nose. "You look very beautiful to me." She gave me a 'Yeah, right!' look, stuffing the tissue back into the pocket. With a big sigh, she arched her back, throwing her shoulders back, scanning the park as if she were seeing it for the first time. I fumbled in my backpack, pulling out an ocher plastic bottle. "Here, take half of one of these." I held out my hand. "What is it?" She focused on the pill in my fingers, slightly wary. "Quaalude. A half will take the edge off, but not mess up your head." She seemed hesitant, so I pressed it into her hand. "Here, take it. Break it, I'll take half, you take half." I spoke with a strong voice, not giving her the option of rejecting the offer. I tossed the bottle back into my backpack, watching her stare at the large, white tablet in the palm of her small hand. "You sure?" "Oh yeah, I'm sure. Half a 'lude will just smooth you out. Nothing to worry about. You wont be tripping." We popped our pills, washing them down with cold tea. "More tea," I asked her, dumping my cup. "Sure," she said, handing over hers. We sat in silence for long comfortable minutes. She sipped and occasionally sighed. "How long does it take?" "Mm?" "For the 'lude to kick in?" "I've never felt a 'kick in'. In fifteen minutes or so, I just notice I'm sort of mellow. Lasts for a few hours." "Mmm," she sighed. "What are you studying?" "Art," she said, without enthusiasm. "I want to the teach little ones to draw and paint, so I guess I'm also working on a teaching credential." Again a big sigh. "I have to support myself someway until I'm famous and rich. I might as well be a teacher until..." "What's your favorite medium?" Sally turned her face to mine, staring intently as if to determine the sincerity of my question. "Acrylic, but sometimes watercolor. Right now, I'm focused on paper and wire mobiles 'cause it's cheap." "Alexander Calder style?" She seemed surprised, her eyes held mine as she answered. "Sort of, not as stark, more feminine, you know, softer shapes and colors." Her head tilted slightly, her bright hair falling across her cheek. She tucked it behind an ear. "You an artist?" she asked with little confidence. "I'm a poet," I lied, feeling so charmed by her, my lust forgotten. "Your eyes reflect the sky, so blue. Azure eyes capturing me. Let my fingertips taste your fair, soft cheek." "Liar," she exclaimed with a tinkling laugh. "You're a suit, not a poet." "Ah, yes, but your beauty so inspires." I gave her my most melodramatic delivery. "You stop," she said with that charming tinkling laugh again, leaning to press her shoulder against my chest. I kissed the top of her head, and hugged her tight. She tilted her face up, her mouth so ripe for a kiss. Grinning down at her, I pecked her nose lightly. Leaning back, I admired her perfect, slightly pink complexion, her pale eyebrows, noticing for the first time a small scar. I traced her eyebrow with a fingertip, stopping on the scar. "Baseball," she said, almost a whisper. "My mother almost shit kittens, there was so much blood." Her eyes were blinking about once a second. I wondered if she was aware of my thumping heart, I certainly was. I traced a fingertip the length of her aquiline nose, across her cheek, her jaw line, the side of her neck. "Sally, you are a work of art," I said, matching her whisper. I trailed three fingertips across her collar bone to the hollow below her throat. "May I kiss you here?" I stroked that hollow with a gentle finger, wishing it were my tongue. "And here?" I tapped my forefinger down her sternum, pecking my lips softly with each tap. "And here?" I brushed her nipple with a gentle thumb before lightly cupping her breast. Sally's cheeks were pinking, her mouth opened slightly. She made the smallest of head shakes so I slid my palm down and around to her ribs, feeling her soft warmth. "Sorry. I'm so selfconscious." She gave me a pained look. "My breasts are so small." "Ah, sweet Sally. There ain't much meat on your bones, but what there is, is certainly choice." "Cherce," she said with some force and a giggle. "You said it wrong. Tracy said Hepburn was 'cherce'." Her eyes danced. "So he did. So he did," giving her my best W.C. Fields imitation. My sillyness seemed to break her mood. Her wide smile and dancing eyes transformed into a serious expression, a questioning near glare. "You're coming on to me." She tilted her head slightly. "Aren't you?" "Thought you'd never notice." My grin was not responded to. "You just want to get into my panties?" Her tone accused. "Not just your panties." That twitched her. "What does that mean?" "Your spirit, your lovely bright spirit so entices me. I want to share time with you, close, intimate time." She turned her face away, closing her eyes. After a long moment, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through pursed lips. "Too much, too soon." Her voice carried a slight petulant whine. "And you're not really an appropriate choice for me." She turned a tight lipped face up to mine. "You're too old. I don't think I could handle a May-December relationship." "Try May-September." My growl harsher than intended. She glared, but didn't pull away from my embrace. "I'm not asking you to have my children, you know?" "What are you asking then?" Another petulant whine. "I'm inviting you to get to know me. I'm inviting you to let me get to know you. You're a beautiful woman, and I'm not just talking about how you look." Her face softened a bit, some of the wariness fading from her eyes. I pressed on. "Did you have a nice hour here with me? You seemed to enjoy yourself. I got into your head a little bit, didn't I?" I waited for a response, got only a small nod. "I got you out of your head, didn't I?" She just blinked. "You were feeling miserable, full of self pity, doubting yourself." I raised my eyebrows and waited. "You gave me drugs and sweet talk and groped my tit." Her eyes danced, a smile wiggling her lips. "Is that your standard seduction ploy? Is that the way you get all those women into your boudoir, slutty man?" "It's simpler than that," I grinned most lasciviously and waited until she poked me. "I just show 'em my dick." She made a cute 'don't be a jerk' face. "For maybe two hours or so." She tried to glare, but couldn't suppress a short bark of a laugh. "Truth!" "Liar," she burst out, her tinkling laughter charmed. "How 'bout a date? Will you come with me..." I paused, trying to think of an event she'd find amusing, distracting. Looking ever so mischievous, she asked sweetly, "Is that two separate invitations?" "Could be, but I was thinking the Asian American Theater Company has a warm up dress rehearsal next Thursday night of 'Once Is Not Enough'. I'd love to see that." "You are so transparent." She shook her head. "Once is not enough? That's not for real?" "On my mother's empty grave. It's a 'who dunnit'." "I'll think on it." "Thanks, Sal." I leaned and pecked her forehead. "I'll pick you up at six. We can have dinner at Greens before." I called her Wednesday evening. She answered her phone with a cheery, if wary, tone. "Hi, Sally. It's me, Gavin. How you doin', pretty girl?" "Glad to hear it. I called to ask if you'd like to dress fancy tomorrow night. We can go casual, but it might be more fun to fancy it up. What do you say?' "Cocktail dress would be perfect. Oh, I'm going to dress black, so if you want to brighten us up, that would be great." "Yellow? Yow, you'll hurt somebody in that color. Fantastic. See you at six." -------- I parked in her driveway, and hurried to ring her bell. She opened the door before I could find her button. "I'm ready," she sang. "Oh, my god, you are, aren't you." Her hair was up, exposing a long slim neck, her lightly tanned shoulders bare above the low cut bodice of her pale yellow silk dress. I held out my hand, she took it, and gracefully swept through the doorway. Her faint perfume subtle at first, but seemed to linger. She walked to my car, I floated six inches above the concrete. I began the Sally mantra, "Be cool, be cool, be cool." The drive to Fort Mason was a blur. Her melodic voice, tinkling laughter, kept me all a shiver. Greens' organic vegetarian dishes were tasty, but all I wanted was her. Not just for desert. I wanted a taste of her ear lobes for starters, and there were so many tasty tidbits to nibble before the main course. "Gavin, you seem distracted. You okay?" Sally's innocent blue eyes twinkled. "I'm quite fine, Sal. It's just that you are distractingly beautiful." I fought to keep my eyes on her face. "You like my dress?" She put a coy, little girl expression on, as she sat taller, arching her back slightly. "Sally, that dress is killer." I put my hand over my heart and sighed. "You are just scrumptious." She preened happily, her cheeks pinking slightly. "Did you get some sun? Your shoulders are..." "Oh, I have to tell you this. My girl friend and I went to Baker beach yesterday." Her eyes gleamed and danced. "The part up by the Golden Gate bridge where everyone is naked!" She giggled, and hid flushing cheeks behind her palms. "Oh? Did you have fun?" I said, waggling my eyebrows. "There were three guys who kept staring at us. One of 'em had a guitar. He played Classical Gas. So hot." "Him or the music?" "Him, of course." "So, what did you do?" "I felt very brave so I rubbed baby oil on my tits." She laughed, shaking her head. "He shuffled his guitar around on his lap. I think I gave him a hard on." She hugged herself and shivered. "He was so cute." "Did you talk to him?" "No," she groaned. "His pregnant wife was there." Sally's nose wrinkled, her mouth twisted. "He rubbed lotion all over her big belly in such a loving way," she said with a big sigh. "It turned me on. Mega turn on. I wanted to run over to him and beg, 'Do me!', 'Put your big hands on me!'." "Guess girls do think with their gonads." "Gavin," she reached to squeeze my hand, "I want to go there again. Will you come with me?" "Me?" I was dumbfounded. "Yes, you. You're the only guy I know that I can trust right now." She squeezed my hand harder. "Please. Please." She tilted her head slightly, her eyes pleading, smiling large. "Well, I guess I could." I tried to hide my eagerness behind patently false reluctance. "Thank you. You're such a Sweety." "Let's go see a play." The walk from Greens to the theater was short, too short. Sally hung on my arm, her body brushing against me. Major tingles. We took our seats in the small, nearly empty theater. Sally leaned close, rubbing shoulders with me, turning a sweet face up to mine. I couldn't resist kissing her. A soft kiss, no tongue. "Mmm?" she questioned, when I gently sucked her full lower lip. The play went well, the lead actress gave us her soft Japanese femininity. In the second act, during one tense scene, Sally gripped my leg hard. She seemed very into the play. The third act was twisted and dark. The actress gave us scenes of harsh emotion, her face contorting with anger and hate. When the final curtain came down, the actors came out for their bows, and Sally's enthusiastic standing applause. "Wonderful, Gavin. Thank you for bringing me." She danced and twisted before wrapping me in a big hug. "I've never been to a live play before," she beamed up at me. "It's so intimate." I held her, wanting so badly to taste her sweet mouth again. "People, listen up." Sally and I turned to find a tall, goateed man on the open stage. He raised his arms, and gestured 'gather round', his long dark pony tail swaying down the back of his black turtleneck. "I think the rehearsal went splendidly. Good job." He smiled around his group. "But," he paused to endure their groans. "We have to pick up the pacing here and there, especially act two, scene two. Give it a little more energy, a little more tension." He scanned the troupe's faces. "I'll have my notes ready for all of you tomorrow afternoon. Now, let's partay. Where's the champagne?" "Do you want to meet him, Sal? The director?" I whispered in her ear. She lifted wide eyes to mine. "You know him?" She seemed impressed. "We were at Cal about the same time," I shrugged. "Oh, let's." As we turned, she slipped her arm through mine, and hugged it to her breast. Feeling a surge of heat in my belly, I wrapped her up, and held us tight, belly to belly. Her eyes sought mine, widening as her grin became lascivious. She pressed closer, rolling slim hips against me, mouthing my ear. "You shuuure know how to compliment a girl," she purred. I chuckled and squeezed her tighter for a moment. "Is it for me, or for that gorgeous actress." She bit my earlobe. I jerked my head back to mock glare at her. "Both of you," I stated firmly, without expression. "I'm a slut, remember?" "Tsk," she said, wrinkling her nose as if in disgust, shaking her head, her eyes dancing. "Come on, silly Sally. You're about to have some fun." On stage, the pony tail swung as the tall man waved his arms to emphasize his exuberant words. He held a half empty magnum of champagne in one hand, and a tall paper cup in the other as he danced in front of the petit star of his play. He radiated boyish charm, his body language seductive. "Guy, if you have a moment," I half shouted over the din of twenty or so laughing voices. "Gavin," he burst out and spun to face us. "Hey, old man. How is your sorry ass?" He seemed about to step forward, and bear hug me when he noticed Sally on my arm. He stopped, frozen in place, leaning forward to put his face inches from Sally's. "Who is this little peach?" He glanced at me. "You are an actress? Oh, tell me you're an actress," he begged. His tongue swiped his upper lip as if he were a happy puppy, about to lick her face. "I'd love to direct you, my pretty." Not on a stage, his tone implied, "Guy Nakamura," he breathed. "Tell me your name, pretty little peach," he begged as if in pain, holding out his hand. Sally, a bit wide eyed, gave him her hand, which he immediately brought to his lips. "S, Sally," she stuttered, glancing at me. "Sally Finnagin." "Saaally," he sang softly, his eyelids drooping. His body shuddered slightly as if he'd had a small orgasm. "Lovely name for a beautiful woman. Those lips, those eyes will break a thousand hearts." He brought her hand to his chest. "And mine will be the first." "Gav, you reprobate, let me introduce you to the love of my life." He gestured at the petit woman waiting patiently. "Annette Fujihara, the most beautiful star to ever grace these ancient boards. Annette, this is my best, greatest buddy, Gavin." He grinned at me. "I don't remember his surname," he groaned. "Those Irish names all sound like mumble to me." "Gavin O'Rourke," I said with a grin, and held out my hand. "Guy's mentioned you. I'm pleased to have a face for the outrageous stories he tells." She smiled, making my heart thump. "You have great presence," I told her, feeling awkward, off balance. "You are also very beautiful." I clasped her tiny hand in both of mine, and bent to kiss her fingertips. "Dozo yoroshiku," I begged. "I don't speak Japanese, but I understood that," she smiled, her eyes wide as if pleased. I stared into her eyes, seeing her soul. The room, the noise, the world faded to nothing. "I want you," I whispered. She blinked, her smile shrank to a soft, open, oh so kissable mouth. I leaned forward to taste her, stopping with a lurch even as she lifted her chin to accept my approach. "Call me," she mouthed, stepping back. "Call me soon." She turned, searching the crowd until she found Guy and Sally. "You'd better rescue your young lady before Guy has his way with her." "That's okay, she needs male attention right now. She dumped a serious boy friend last week." I turned to see Guy lean very close to whisper against Sally's ear. "I think he likes her. What do you think?" "She's blond," she grimaced. I bent to Annette's pale, pink ear. "I have to touch you. I hunger for a touch of your skin." I palmed a bare, round shoulder. "Umm, your skin is like silk, so soft, so warm and smooth." She tilted her head back to rest her cheek against mine, her warm breath tickling my ear. "Let's go someplace," she breathed. "Quickly." "Office?" I asked, feeling a rush of heat, a rage of pure lust. "No, on stage. Behind the drop." She tugged hard at my jacket sleeve, drawing me toward the back, stage right. In the dim light, behind the painted canvas drop, her face seemed to glow. I wrapped her in my arms just as her arms were reaching for my neck. Her legs came up and around my waist, my hands found her butt. Her mouth ravenous on mine. All I could hear was panting, hers and mine. She tasted of champagne. She smelled musky; hot, humid musk. My cock, stone hard, begged for release. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she growled into my ear. "Fuck in me." I leaned her against the cold concrete back wall, feeling the rough surface scratch my knuckles. I unzipped and worked my cock out, pressing against her heated, liquid crotch. "Oh," she chirped as I ripped her panties. I tried to smear my cock head in her juicy folds, seeking her core. "Put it in me," she pleaded. "Aah, god, you big dicked haole bastard," she groaned and shuddered. "Don't move. Don't," She sucked air through clenched teeth, "move." She tilted her head back against the concrete, panting softly. "Move just a little now. Go easy." "You okay? We can stop." I mumbled, feeling calmer now, fearing I'd hurt her. I lifted her slightly. "Don't you fucking stop fucking now," she cried, her hands clutching my shoulders. "Just give me a bit." She panted through her clenched teeth. "I've never felt so stretched." "Want some company?" I turned my head to see Guy and Sally watching us. "Just like old times, buddy?" I grinned. "Yeah," he purred, turning to Sally. "C'mere, baby. Put your back up against the wall. I'm gonna eat 'til you scream." "Hunh?" Sally seemed a bit dazed as Guy spun her against the wall." He bent and lifted her skirt. "Hold your dress up," he said gruffly, dropping to his knees. "Baby, your skin is so smooth." He slid palms slowly up her slim thighs then back down, taking her panties to her ankles. "Step out," he commanded, his voice harsh with lust. He groped at my hip, stuffing Sally's panties into my pocket. "C'mere, you sweet little mango." He buried his face in Sally's crotch, moaning. Sally gnawed a knuckle, thrusting her hips into his face. "Remember me, Gavin?" Annette purred. Her lips mashed into mine. She tried to fuck my mouth with her tongue. "It's been so long since..." She sucked in air. "I've been full of dirty white boy." I began moving her up and down my pole, not going as deeply as I wanted. "This is soo hot," she groaned against my mouth. Her thighs clenched around my waist. I felt a hand slide down my arm. I knew it was Sally's. Her hand found my wrist, her fingers gripping hard. I twisted my mouth away to find Sally's pleading face in the dim light. "I'm so close. Kiss me," she mouthed, tilting her head. I got my mouth on hers to stick my tongue in, as deeply as possible. Sally sucked my tongue hard and licked, mimicking Guy's action on her clit. I felt her tense, heard her grunt, and pulled my mouth away. "Yesss. Oh, god, yesss." Sally's cry rang out. The stage space momentarily quiet until a titter came through the drop. Then someone started to clap hands, then all joined in. "Author. Author," a woman's shrill voice cried out. Guy pulled away from Sally, a knee popped as he stood. He kissed her flushed cheek. "You have such a pretty peach," he stated, loud enough carry to the invisible audience, bringing another titter. "We seem to have lost it," Annette mumbled in my ear. "Let's go someplace, and ..." I stopped her with a kiss. "Good idea. This is starting to hurt my back." I kissed her again, long and soft. "Hey, Gav. How's your hot tub?" Guy asked. "Perfect idea," I said, carefully dismounting Annette. I held her close for a moment. She tilted her head back, and grabbed my hair in one hand and my dick in the other. She pulled my face down, kissed me hard. I heard Guy chuckle. "She's always so hot for it after the last curtain." -------- "I think you set me up, Gavin." Sally said, sitting half twisted, leaning against the car door, studying me with amused detachment, as if I were a Lady Bug crawling up her arm. "You do?" I said with mock surprise, giving her a most innocent face. "Well, I did sort of forewarn you." She narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose. "I'm not complaining. He's very charming and..." "Has an ego out to here," I finished for her. "You like him?" "Of course, migod, he's a whirlwind. I've never met anyone like him in my life." "Compared to your ex, who isn't?" I laughed. She held her gaze steady on mine for a moment, as if considering her next words. "Is he your slut buddy?" She snorted a quiet laugh, her eyes sliding away as if embarrassed. "Mm? Our circles overlap somewhat, sometimes." "Tell me about him. Tell me about you, too. You know, I just realized I know nothing about you." She leaned forward to squeeze my arm. "Sure you do. You know I talk nice too much, that I'm a slut. Now you know I do nice things for people." I glanced at her quickly. "Sometimes, anyway." "So, you think you're gonna do something nice for me? I can't believe you can be so..." she hesitated, pursing her lips. "Amicus humani." I provided. "Friend of..." She thrust her face forward, staring at me. "Humanity?" she said, and chuckled softly. "It has it's rewards," I said, in a soft flat voice. I heard her inhale deeply, and twist to face forward to stare out the windshield. "Here they come," she said, excitement burbling in her voice. Guy and Annette were walking toward us, arm in arm, chatting. Guy, as usual, very animated, gesturing widely with his free arm. Annette, her gestures more delicate, smiled up into his face. She had changed into tight black jeans and white turtle neck under a puffy blue ski jacket. I started the car engine and buttoned my window down. Guy bent to stick his face in mine. "I'll follow you, Gav. Drive safely, please." He gave Sally a meaningful look. "Don't bruise that plum." As we left the parking lot, Sally commented dryly. "He's sure into fruit." "Not to my knowledge," I laughed. She stuck her tongue out at me. -------- Annette and Sally stood, shoulder to shoulder, in front of the living room glass wall, scanning the view. The Bay Bridge suspension span lights curved delicately, tiny in the distance. The City sparkled below, a sprinkle of diamonds on black velvet. "Beautiful, isn't it," Annette murmured and sighed. "I wish I could afford a place like this." "Me, too," Sally agreed. "Wine, anyone?" I asked pleasantly. "Red, white or champagne?" "Champagne for me," Guy said, walking up to the two women, laying an arm across each shoulder, smiling broadly down into each face in turn. Sally, in heels, a half head shorter. Annette, in flats, came up to his shoulder. "White, please," Annette said in her melodious voice, patting Guy's back and turning to me, smiling. "Champagne goes to my head too quickly, makes me do silly things." "Well then, let's toast first." I waved the champagne bottle at her. She dipped under Guy's arm and walked slowly across the room, her body swaying slightly. "You don't need to get me silly." I just nodded, at full stop, admiring her classically beautiful face as I worked the plastic cork with my thumbs, hidden by a kitchen towel. "How did you meet Guy at UC," she asked, her eyes locked on mine. "He was ramping up to produce an Indi film. Came to me for some free financial advice." The cork popped softly into the towel. I put the black bottle into the ice bucket and spun it. "I was doing a rocket science MBA at Haas." Her eyebrows lifted. "Berkeley B school. Financial engineering, emphasizing the metrics." I grinned at her. "I'm a bean counter, a digit head." I gave her an exaggerated look of apology. "And you?" "At the audition, two months ago." "And now you're the love of his life," I stated. "That's what he claims, but..." She gestured with her chin to Guy and Sally at the window and then shrugged. "He's like a prowling tomcat. I leave the door open, and he comes back home." She chuckled. "A little chewed on sometimes." Her face took on a serious expression. "How'd you meet Sally? She seems awfully young for you." "I befriended a stray kitten, to continue your analogy. She's doing her first year at the Art Academy, fresh off the mountain." "She is beautiful, very fresh, very appealing." Annette's eyes smiled softly. "Very vulnerable." "She dumped a clod last week. You know the type, a sweet talking, Neanderthal hoop shooter." "So girl dumps boy?" "True." "And the man rebounds." "Right again." I smiled at her quick uptake. "And the man is a team player? He shares the ball?" "Obviously." I turn to carefully study Annette's serious face. "I think I'll have a Champagne." Her smile flickered under hooded eyes. "I feel adventurous tonight." "So, do you and Guy live together?" "Mm, same house, but I'm really just renting a room. We aren't a pair so much as close friends." She grinned. "Very close." She pressed her belly against my hip, straddling my leg with hers, hunching forward. "Maybe you and I will be very close. I'm looking forward to getting to know you." Her lips parted slightly, her eyes flashed. "Mm? We have some unfinished business." "So do they." I gestured towards the pair at the window. Sally stood facing Guy, fingers to her cheek, leaning forward slightly, a palm on his chest. Guy, leaning forward, his face very animated, eyes flashing, smiling large, his soft words barely audible across the room. His hand drifted up to her cheek, almost absentmindedly. Guy kissed her. A gentle lingering kiss. She moaned softly, pressing closer, belly to belly. Her arms came up around his neck. Guy's free hand came around, sliding slowly up her back, fingers searching. I clearly heard the long, soft purr as he drew the zipper down to her buttocks. "Mmmm," Sally moaned when his palm slid down her bare back into her dress, massaging her butt cheek. Her arms came up, she palmed his head, sucking his mouth until Guy pulled his head back. "Let me see," he begged. Sally stepped back, folding her hands as if in prayer against her chest. Guy lifted spaghetti straps from her flushed skin, drawing them slowly over softly rounded shoulders. Stepping back, no longer smiling, his eyes locked on Sally's, his mouth slightly open. He raised his hands, palms together, an unconcious prayer to the goddess of feminine beauty. Sally opened, spreading her arms wide as if crucified. She smiled, her cheeks pinking even more. Slowly she lowered her arms, her pale dress slipping down to her flat belly. Guy's sharp intake of air, loud in the quiet room. Annette and I watched in silence, aware of our thumping hearts. She clutched my arm hard. I winced. Sally's small breasts, in profile, slightly pear shaped, upturned pink nipples puffy with her excitement. I heard Annette suck air slowly, letting it out with a soft sigh. I pressed the stone in my pants hard to her belly as Guy reached out trembling fingertips to stroke the side of Sally's breast. She turned slightly to press against his fingers, letting her arms drop to her sides. The pale yellow silk whispered to a puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of her heels, reaching for his face. They came together with a thump, mouths devouring, arms clutching, fingers gripping, both growling through their noses. "She's so fucking hot," Annette moaned against my chest. "Mmm," I grunted softly, rubbing my dick against her, trying to reposition it where it wouldn't bind. Finally I gave up and thrust my hand into my pocket to fix the problem. "Take it out," Annette said, her voice husky with her own heat. "Get your cock out where I can play with it." She arched away from me, giving me room to unzip and fish. She had it in her grip before I had it half out, squeezing hard and stroking. Sally was tearing at Guy's turtleneck, try to rip it out of his pants. He was trying to shove tight jeans down off his ass. She gave up, grabbed his cock and pulled him towards the couch as he stripped the turtleneck off. He, hobbled by the jeans sliding to his ankles, made awkward penguin steps. Sally fell back onto the couch, her legs spread. "Eat me again, fucker," she demanded, pulling her knees to her arm pits, flashing pale pubes and pink lips. The girl is hot. I felt a flash of worry for my leather upholstery. "Sit," Annette commanded, pointing to a wooden chair. I devined her intent and dropped my slacks. She stripped her turtleneck, carefully pulling her long dark hair through. I kicked off my loafers and dropped into the chair, kicking my pants off. Annette wiggled, forcing her jeans down to her hips. She put a hand on my shoulder and stripped one leg off. "Hold your cock up," she demanded mounting my lap, facing Guy and Sally, bending slightly until I'd centered my cock. She sat slowly, easing herself onto me. Slowly, very slowly, wincing, she impaled herself. "Love that fat cock of yours," she moaned, rocking her hips. I felt busy fingers on her clit. "He shuure knows how to suck pussy," Annette hissed. Guy's face twisted and turned on Sally's shining cunt. He lapped and rocked, sucked and twisted. Sally had his pony tail in one hand and a nipple in the other, pulling and pinching. Sally was headed downtown on the express bus; make that a runaway bus. Her cries rose in pitch and tempo. Her back arched as Guy tongue lashed her clit. He pistoned two fingers into her. "Gonna come," she groaned. "Gonna..." Her voice rose, a high pitched cry exploded from her body. She flopped on the couch like a beached fish, then fell limp. Guy was on her and in her in half a breath. His hips plunging, his ass clenching under Sally's clutching fingers. Her cries rising again as Guy humped like a crazed animal. I worried the neighbors would 911 for paramedics and police. Someone was obviously dying a painful death. As Guy sang his song of orgasm, Annette's cunt tube clenched. She banged her head back against my shoulder and cried out her own song. Guy collapsed onto Sally. Annette disimpaled herself and ran to his side, jeans flapping around her ankle. "Get off her, Guy," She demanded, pulling at his hip, rolling his body to the rug. She fell to her knees, thrusting her face into Sally's sopping crotch. She lapped and sucked the poor girls battered cunt, humming and frigging her own. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, stripping it off as Sally's voice cried out, louder with each second. I pulled my socks off, and stood. My cock waving as I walked to stand behind Annette. I studied Sally's contorting face, her eyes clenching, her lips pulled back over clenched teeth. Strands of pale hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Droplets of sweat glistened between her breasts. "Hunh, hunh," she panted. too weak to vocalize. Annette squealed and shuddered, rolling to the floor to lay panting and trembling on her side, both hands shoved, stiff armed, between her legs. I stepped over her and dropped to my knees between Sally's trembling, sweat sticky thighs. I watched her face as I smeared my cock in her juices. Her eyelids fluttered, her head rolled back and forth. I pushed slowly into her tightness. "Oh, migod. Oh, migod," she chanted. Ever so slowly I stroked into her until she took everything I had to offer. Her eyelids fluttered open, she shook her head. "No more. My god, no more." Pulling her legs down, and I lifted mine over hers, straddling her thighs. I leaned down onto her, letting my chest scrub her engorged nipples. "Mmm," she moaned, shivering. I slid a hand under her shoulder blades, gripping her slim neck, bracing my other hand on the cushion, slowly moving in and out of her, gently stroking, keeping my weight light on her chest, just enough to scrape her nipples in my chest hair. Sally stared up into my face, her bright eyes dancing. "You slut bastard," she whispered. "Slut bastard, fucking me with his fat cock." "Yeah, you knew I'd get into your panties, little girl. You like this? You like my cock in you? You made the 'A' list, little peach. Can you handle it?" I ground slowly in and out, pressuring her clit with the top of my cock. "Or are you going to run back to your little bopper?" Sally's eyes fluttered, her mouth opening, but no sound escaped except her slightly panting breath. The sparkle left her eyes, her lips curled into a snarl. "Gimme your cock, I wanna suck it. I wanna suck you off and eat your jiz," she said, her eyes flaring, smiling through her snarl. Annette's whimper distracted us. We turned our heads to see them wrapped together on the floor, kissing tenderly. Guy's ass pumped slowly, stroking in and out of Annette, as if he had all the time in the world. Her ankles were locked over his butt, her hands sliding slowly around on his back. "God, he fucked me, now he's making love to her." Her face flinched, a little flash of pain. "I fucked her too. You were busy and didn't notice." The taut cords in her neck pulled my lips to her skin. I kissed and sucked her pink flesh, reveling in the silkiness against my lips. "Oh," she sighed softly, her lips nibbled my ear. "Kiss me, Gavin," she whispered. I pressed soft lips to hers, smearing gently, licking her lower lip. Her full lips opened slightly, we pressed together. "Mmm," she moaned. "Mm, mm, mm," she laughed softly into my mouth, her arms coming up, wrapping around my neck. She hugged tight for a moment then curled long fingers in my hair, lifting my face away from hers. Her soft, sweet smile warmed me. I felt an up welling of tenderness for this golden child woman. "I get it." She pursed her lips, nodding her head slightly. "I understand," she said with finality. I smiled at her. "Altruism has its rewards," she chuckled. "Only when properly balanced with selfishness." Whimpers and groans from the floor distracted. The little scene on the floor was coming close to its final curtain. Annette's face, distorted, a rictus of pain, pressed against Guy's shoulder, her arms clenching his torso as he stroked fast and hard into her. "Aaah," she cried out. "Guy, Guy, Gaiiii," she shrilled, her body convulsed and collapsed as Guy strained into her. "Anneeee," he groaned. His hips flexed once, then again. "Ung," he groaned. "Mmm," he sighed. "Get off me, Gavin." Sally pushed at my shoulders. "I've a little favour to return." I pushed myself to my feet, and held out hands to her. She took them and pulled herself up to sit, staring at my erect cock. "Two hours, right?" She looked up, wide eyed, eyebrows high. "I'm gonna hold you to that." I just nodded and grinned, pulling her up into my arms. "Go get it, sweet peach. I'll be right behind you". A wary look filled Sally's eyes. She opened mouth, but I cut her off. "I want to fuck her again." I smiled softly, shrugging at her quickly lifted eyebrows. "She likes my dick." "Who doesn't? Who wouldn't? You're a walking dildo." I gave her a look. "A very human walking dildo," she said, her eyes softening. She stroked my cheek with gentle fingertips. She pulled free, turned and put a foot on Guy's hip, rocking his body. "Get off her, man. She's mine now." Guy groaned, kissed Annette's neck and rolled away, flopping onto his back. Sally dropped to her belly, spread Annette's legs with a rude shove and buried her face in her matted black fur patch. "Suck my cunt, fuckin' blond bitch." Seems Annette has a thing with blonds. "You get your jollies real good, sucking your man's come outa my cunt, wahine bitch? Seems Sally takes no shit. "Yeah, you're not good enough for it, country girl." Seems Annette can dish it out. "Ung," Annette grunted, clutching at Guy's arm, her belly spasming. Seems Sally was winning the war of tongues. Time to get in on the action. I dropped to hands and knees and skewered Sally, sliding easily into her. Seems the oral, so to speak, exchange had juiced her up pretty well. She was very slick, very hot. Her firm ass cheeks a delight against my belly. When I pushed in, she opened, letting me sink to my balls. "God, Sally, your ass is so fine," I groaned into her ear. "Ung," said Annette, but muffled. Guy was kissing her mouth, pinching her nipple. She had one fist in Sally's hair, the other in Guy's, her body trembling, tensing. With my face next to Sally's, I had a close up of her work. Her lips tight around Annette's flesh, her cheeks hollowing and puffing as she mouth fucked her clit. "Come, baby. Come for me. Show us all you got." Guy's voice loud against Annette's cries. "Commmmmminngg," she cried. Seems the wahine takes direction. Annette's body surged with her pleasure, crunching her into a half circle, her face distorted as if in pain, as if hot irons were stroking her skin. We all shared her pleasure, Sally's cunt twitched then clamped around me. I held still, letting her enjoy being filled. "Ah, yes. Baby, you do it so fine," Guy murmured into Annette's ear as he nuzzled her temple. Sally reached back and patted my ass. "Get off me, Gavin," she said softly. I got off her, rising to my knees. Sally crawled up Annette's body, kissing up her belly, licking a nipple, pecking a collar bone. "You suck pretty good," she mumbled against Annette's lips, "for a wahine girl." "You're not so bad yourself," Annette mumbled back, bringing her hands to Sally's face to pull her into a soft kiss. A study in contrasts. Sally, long and flushed pink; Annette, shorter and flushed, slightly olive. Pale hair against black. Self contained, controlled Asian against out there, free flying Caucasian. Guy swung his face slowly to mine. He narrowed his eyes, giving me a speculative look. His goatee waggled as his lips pursed. "Don't go there, Guy. Not interested," I teased. He barked a short laugh. "You brought Sally to the play knowing my 'inclinations'?" I nodded. "Thanks. 'Preciate," he grinned. "She is quite a woman." "So's Annette." Guy's turn to nod, but his eyes flinched. "We be very lucky." He squeezed Sally's shoulder. "Two fine women here." He stroked Annette's cheek with gentle fingertips. "The goddess of love has been very, very kind to us, my man." He flashed a quick grin. Sally rolled to her side, taking Annette with her, Annette slowly sliding a leg up and over Sally's waist. "We're all lucky," she said, hugging Sally, a quick squeeze. "Yeah." Sally hugged back. I crawled over the two women's bodies, bringing kisses for their lips. "Champagne, anyone?" Guy asked.

LaDonna and Sparky Version 1.1 (Thank you, Des and Katie) Genesis: I was listening to an NPR piece describing high tech future farming using GPS, satellite images, soil analysis and micro weather prediction. But, back in the old days, how did they do it, down on the farm? "Poppa, Old Red got on Sparky today." I shoveled another gob of mashed potatoes onto my plate, careful not to get any on the peas and carrots I'd piled up. Sparky, my rat faced, black and white, part terrier, part who 'n the heck knows, had followed me home one day. When she smiled her silly smile and fawned, rollin' to her back to show me her pink, round belly, I fell completely in love with the silly puppie. So much that I washed out an old chipped and rusty, broken handled enamel cookin' pan just for her scraps. Poppa didn't raise his head, just glanced up through his thick black, gray streaked eyebrows for a second or two. He nodded and chewed his beans quietly; well, for him, quietly. "Cull two when she weans 'em, baby girl. Gunny sack the rest." I nodded my head, Poppa's word was law on our farm. I'd expected to have to drop all the pups into the creek, but Sparky was a real good ratter. That's maybe why Poppa wanted to keep two. He reached for another corn bread muffin, splitting it with one hand like Momma usta break eggs over her mixing bowl. His other hand lifted his knife, which he waved at me like Mr. Patterson, our junior high principle and girls choir leader would wave his baton when he was trying to bring us up tempo. "LaDonna," he said with a questioning tone, now looking me full in the eye. "How old you now?" "Twelve, Poppa," I said, pouring hot brown gravy into the hole I'd made in the middle of my mounded mashed potatoes. His question surprised me, I slipped and poured gravy outside the hole. I like things neat and almost swore out loud. Jesus somehow transformed into, "Jiminy Crickets." Now Poppa's not got much religion, but he's careful 'bout things like that. He'd thump my head if I profaned loud enough for him to hear. Poppa tilted his head back and closed his right eye. His squinty, one eyed look gave me the shivers. "Don't, Poppa. Don't left eye me like that. You'll curdle my milk." "You aint got no teats ta speak of," he said, opening his right eye a crack. "No milk to spoil." I picked up my blue aluminum glass, which, not many years ago, had come from the A&P full of cottage cheese, and took a big gulp. Momma couldn't resist twofers, back when she was alive. "This milk, Poppa." I waved the glass at him before putting it down. Poppa cleaned his plate, sopping up ham hock and bean juice with the last unbuttered corn muffin. "Come set with me in the parlor," he said, his voice so very soft I almost didn't make out his words. "When you got your chores done." "Yes, Poppa." I felt a shiver, a tingle of anticipation wash through me. After I cleared the table and did the dishes, Poppa was gonna talk to me. He did almost every week. Trying to explain different things like how life wasn't very fair sometimes, but we could still be grateful for what we had. I enjoyed his talks, sitting, cozy and comfy, on his lap. His big, rough calloused hands would hug me, stroke my belly, squeeze me close. I loved my Poppa and I could tell, even if he never told me, that he loved me too. Poppa was winding the old clock, set high on a shelf on the wall opposite his upholstered chair. He turned and smiled, just a little smile, as I entered his room. Yeah, his room. It smelled of his evening tobacco, his sweat, his... Oh, I don't know, 'cept this was Poppa's parlor, always a special place for me. Poppa walked slowly over to his old chair, and bent himself into it. He looked at me, kinda squinty eyed for a bit, then he patted his leg. "C'mon over here, baby girl. Sit on my knee." I turned and aimed my butt at his lap, bent slightly and slowly lowered myself down. Poppa would complain, and probably pinch my leg if I just jumped onto him. I squirmed into place, put my cheek against Poppa's shoulder and smiled up at him. He half smiled back with that twisted look of him doin' something he didn't do very often. "Baby girl, you is growin' up." He squeezed my skinny leg just above my knobby, scabbed knee. "The boy's will be sniffin' round you soon. Don't give 'em any truck, you hear?" "Yes, Poppa," I said. Then Poppa did something he'd never done before, kinda surprised me. He put his work gnarly hand right on my titty. He gave it a little squeeze, and made a funny sound in his chest, like he was diggin' down real deep for phlegm. He finally got it out, and asked, his voice almost a whisper, "You grow'd any hair yet, baby girl?" He poked a black nailed finger tip at my crotch, not touching me, mind you, but close enough so I knew where he meant. "Don't think so, Poppa." I lifted my head off his shoulder and gave him a questioning look. I didn't understand why he was asking about my body. "You got a nurse at school. Go ask her about 'The Curse'." "Curse? What curse, Poppa?" "Wimmins' curse. You understand? The 'monthlies'." I guess the look I gave him showed my confusion. "Ever' month wimmin bleed from their, ah..." He squirmed, as if trying to get comfortable in his lumpy chair. " 'Gina's." He made a little grunting sound right after he said that. Sorta like he was still trying to clear his throat. "You'll be startin' in soon. We'll keep some clean rags handy." Now I understood what he was getting to. Cousin Darly Jean had a bad pain deep in her belly when she had her 'curse', as Poppa called it. Guess for DJ it was, she got snippier than a momma dog with a litter of sharp tooth pups when it was on her. "Now, one last thing," Poppa made that funny sound again, deep in his chest. "If a boy tries to show you his pecker, you got my permission to kick 'em in the balls." "Pecker, Poppa?" I didn't know that word. "That thing they got between their legs, they're gonna want to stick it in your 'gina. Like Big Red did to your Sparky today." Now I'm not ignorant, believe you me, I understood about sex. I seen it often enough on the farm. I just never thought about people doin' it. Never crossed my mind about me and sex. It was something the bull did to a cow, a rooster with the hens, but me? No way on god's green earth was I gonna do it. The devil would be chuckin' snowballs at the sinners before I'd bend over and drop my drawers so some boy could mount my back and stick his 'pecker' in me. Not this girl. That was my feelings on it until harvest time and Ramon Garcia, the brother of my school mate, Connie, drove one of his daddy's big flatbed trucks into our yard to haul our string bean crop to the cannery. I was in the kitchen fixing dinner for Poppa and the help when Ramon jumped out of his truck, peeled off his tee shirt and began washing up in the sink right outside my window. I think I stood there, my mouth hanging open for two whole minutes, just waitin' for a fly to buzz on in. I felt this funny tingly warmth down in my belly, real low in my belly. I felt like I was dreaming in my bed. I took off my apron, and dropped it on the table. I tried to smooth my cotton dress tight over my titties. I almost let out a yell, my own hands put a zinger down my spine, 'bout like the time I put my hand on the tractor spark plug wire. I filled a nice, unchipped glass, pretty flowers painted on it, with iced tea from the cooler jug, dumped in a handful of sugar, some chipped ice and traipsed out the door to meet my fate. Ramon didn't see me coming. He was bent over the sink, rinsing his face. I could count his backbones, count his ribs under his tight brown skin. Up close to him, I felt dizzy for a moment, then he straightened up real slow and turned his head. We locked eyes and just stood there until I held out the glass of tea. Why my hand wasn't shaking I have no idea, my knees sure felt wobbly. When his fingers touched mine, that zinger did me again. "Gracias, Bonita," he said softly, smiling wide, showing perfect white teeth in sharp contrast to his brown face. His smile so beautiful I staggered, my knobby knees almost buckled. He had called me 'pretty girl'. I watched him wipe his face with his tee shirt then drain the glass. He held it high and swallowed slowly, my eyes blinking in time with his bobbing adam's apple. I knew he was watching me, but I couldn't resist letting my eyes slide down his chest and belly. He had the cutest little inny belly button, and, oh my god, he had a pecker. I could see it outlined by his tight jeans, it's shape and size reminding me of the carrots I pulled from my kitchen garden almost every day. My cheeks burned, I knew he could see where I was looking, but I couldn't help myself. When I could finally look up at his face, he grinned, his eyes twinkled and danced. "What's your name?" he asked me, the sound of his voice made that zinger thing happen again. He was looking at me kinda funny, like maybe he knew my name, but wasn't remembering on purpose. "LaDonna," I said, surprised the sound didn't come out in a squeak. "Ramon," he said, holding out his hand. I stared at it for a moment, before placing my limp fingers on his pale palm. I wasn't real sure about why he'd shake hands with me. That's not the way men folk treat women folk in my mind. When he brought my fingers up to his lips, and pressed a soft kiss on them, that darn old zinger almost knocked me down. I yanked my hand back, and stuck it behind my back. I wouldn't wash those fingers for days and days, I promised myself. Then it hit me, we'd known each other. so to speak, since we were both snot faced. He was introducin' himself, formal like. "You hungry?" I asked him, backing towards the kitchen stoop. "Dinner's almost ready. Please, you be welcome to eat with me." "Sure," he said, his grin widening into that smile again. I stumbled when my heel hit the first step, and might have fallen if Ramon hadn't grabbed both my arms. We were almost eyeball to eyeball, just standing there, grinning at each other. When he tilted his head and leaned closer, I raised my chin and stretched my neck, eager for the touch of his lips on mine. I knew about kissing, hadn't really cared when cousin Darly Jean explained it all, but now, was darn tootin' interested. Ramon pulled me close, I felt that zinger again when my titties pressed against his chest. When his soft lips touched mine, I knew heaven. My arms came up around his neck like I knew what I was doin'. When I felt the tip of his tongue tickle my lower lip, I tried to catch it with mine, jus' like cousin DJ tol' me to. We musta traded spit for a full minute before he pulled back and looked me right in the eye. "You kiss nice," he said, the little purr in his voice put goose bumps on the back of my arms and down the back of my legs. "So do you." We looked at each other for a bit, both of us grinning like fools. "Come inside," I said, stepping up on the stoop, pulling on his arm. We got into the kitchen, and the screen door hadn't even banged shut yet, and we were kissing each other like crazy. I had an arm lock around his neck, my hand feeling the warm, smooth skin of his shoulder. My other hand was all over him, down his back, pulling him closer. He mashed up against me and I could feel that carrot stick bumping my belly. My hips moved without me tellin' 'em to, I tried to mash up against his pecker, hunching, trying to get it closer to my... I pulled my face away from Ramon's, blinking like crazy, panting as hard as if I'd run to the barn and back a hundred times. "We gotta stop. Poppa's comin' in shortly. Poppa and the crew for dinner. Let me set an extra plate." I stepped back and dropped my eyes to the lump in Ramon's jeans. Carrot, my Aunt Hattie's fanny, that was a corn cob he had in there. "LaDonna, I can't stay for dinner. I gotta drop the empty trailer and take a load to the cannery. I'll come back tonight, right after supper." The look he was giving me, so sad, so pained, almost brought tears to my eyes, but I knew he was right. Those beans had to get to the cannery fresh or we wouldn't get top dollar. "Kiss me again, then you can leave." I tried not to pout, but he saw the disappointment in my face. Ramon leaned forward and brushed his lips on my cheek. I shivered and wanted to taste him again, so I bent and licked his shoulder, right there at the end of his collar bone, that round muscly part tasted good, salty but sweet too. "Tonight, mi preciosa" he said softly, reaching up to stroke my cheek with soft fingers, then turned and walked out the door. I floated over to the sink to watch him through the window. He moved so nice, smooth like a dancer I'd seen on the TV at cousin DJ's place. I liked the way his skin shone in the sun. My palms tingled when I remembered how smooth his flesh felt. Poppa gave me a funny look at dinner. I felt kinda hot and sweaty, I know my cheeks were pinked. His crew ate with little talk, except for thank you when I brought more corn bread or greens. I tried not to fidget, tried not to think about Ramon. About Ramon's hands on my body, his lips on mine. Poppa gave me a long look, his nostrils flaring slightly, but he didn't say boo. After cleaning up, I went to my bedroom and sat staring out the window. I couldn't help wigglin' around, and every time I squeezed my legs together I felt kinda warm and tingly down there. When I stuck a finger under my drawers, the gooey mess made me think I'd pee'd myself, but when I sniffed my finger it didn't smell like pee. That night, Poppa asked me into the parlor. I snuggled in, his big rough hands felt good, sorta comforting. "Baby girl," he said softly, patting my knee. "You lookin' a bit off your feed today. You comin' down with somethin'?" He squeezed my leg, just above my knee. I could feel his rough, calloused fingers, kinda scratchy, on my skin. So different from Ramon's soft hands. "No, Poppa. I'm doin' jus' fine." "Garcia's pup was drivin' the rig today. You see him?" "Yes, Poppa. I gave him a glass of tea. We talked for a spell." We sat quiet for a bit, I could feel my heart thumpin' harder. Finally, I could look up into Poppa's eyes. "He's a nice boy, Poppa. I like him." I felt his chest expand as he took a slow deep breath. He held it for a moment then let it out with a rush. "We gotta talk about you and him." "Um, okay," I wasn't sure what there was to talk about. "He comin' back tonight?" "I hope so." I said it real soft, kinda squinching up my eyes, crossing my fingers Poppa wouldn't be gettin' mad, feeling surprised at his guessin' the truth. "I know'd Ruben Garcia durn near my whole life. He's a good man; works hard, works smart. Folks say his youngest boy takes after him." I sat up and wiggled around so I could look straight into Poppa's face. He had the saddest eyes on him I'd ever seen. "Folks will talk if'n you take up with him." "Talk don' hurt nobody." I felt that in my heart. "Baby girl, I wantcha to know, you got my blessin'. Jus' don't run off, I need you here." I put a hug on my Poppa, the mother of all hugs, around his neck. He was telling me he loved me, I knew. He'd never say the words, that was his way, but I could feel it in my bones. "Now, you git, baby girl. Go git gussied up for your boy." Now I'm not so sure what getting gussied up was all about. I knew cousin Darly Jean would put her hair up, rub some red lipstick on her mouth, squirt some perfume on her neck. But I didn't know beans about putting up my hair, and, sure as shootin', didn't have any red lipstick or good smellin' stuff. So I settled for a bath with the nice smelling sea shell shaped soap cousin DJ had given me for my twelfth birthday. I even washed my hair with it. Standing in front of the mirror, brushing my hair until it shone, I looked at my tall drink of water body. I knew I was taller than most girls my age. Compared to the women on TV or in magazines, I looked like a bunch of sticks leaning in the corner. My little titties were just bumps on my flat chest. Very sensitive bumps, I might say. They was always tingling at the strangest times. I'd ask cousin DJ about that one of these days. I put on clean panties, my favorite pair, they had three little roses on the front. I didn't want to wear a school dress, too plain, but didn't want to wear a Sunday dress either, too frilly. Finally I picked out my white dress with little roses on it. It had buttons down the front from the square cut bodice to the hem. It felt a little tight across my chest, I had to pull the cloth together to get the top buttons into their holes. I twirled in front of the mirror, the full skirt billowing out like bunting in the breeze at the fairgrounds. I felt good, I felt pretty, I felt hungry for Ramon to see me. I knocked on the parlor door to get Poppa's attention. He leaned over and turned down the sound coming from his old radio, and turned to look long and hard at me. I worried I had dirt on my dress or on my face, then his eyes got that sad, soft look again. "Baby girl," he started to say around his pipe stem, then he stopped and just stared at me, nodding his head. "That's a purty dress, LaDonna," he said, now letting his lop sided smile show. "Thank you, Poppa," I told him, my smile so big my cheeks hurt. He'd seen it before, many times, so I knew he wasn't talkin' about the dress, but about me. He was tellin' me, in his own way, that I was pretty. My heart swelled up, fit to bust. "I'm gonna wait on the porch," I said turning towards the door. "Sit yonder," Poppa said, pointing to his couch with the pipe stem. I sat prim and proper, my feet and knees together like momma always usta tell me to, my hands in my lap, my back straight. Poppa turned his radio back up. It was, as usual, the farm weather report out of Chicago. He listened to the weather news as serious as some people listened to a radio preacher man. He even wrote down something sometimes on a pad of yellow paper he kept handy. I tried not to fidget, tried not to look at the clock every other tick. I listened to the radio voice and tried to make out the words, but my brain was too full of Ramon. I picked at a scab on my knee, trying to lift it off with a fingernail, but it hurt too much. I worried it a bit, then I heard the sound of an engine, thought I did any way. I ran out of the parlor and bent to look out the window, pulling the lace curtains wide. Yes, a pickup truck was coming slowly up the rutted lane from the road. "Set," Poppa called, "in the parlor. I'll call you out when it's time." Soon there was a rap on the screen door. Poppa got up out of his chair. looked at me for a long moment. I fidgeted and grinned, feeling all tingly and happy. Again a rapping on the screen. "I'm comin', I'm comin," Poppa growled, sending shivers down my back. "Good evening, sir. How are you?" Ramon called from the porch. "Howdy, boy," Poppa said, holding the screen open. "Fair to middlin'." I sat, quiet as a church mouse caught in Sunday school, holding my breath. I could see Ramon shake hands with Poppa. He looked good: nice clean khaki slacks, shiny pointy toe boots, a blue western cut shirt tight across his chest. He and Poppa stood there talking. I couldn't make out the words, their voices so low. Ramon nodded his head a few times, then shook it, looking very serious, his smile fading. Poppa held out his hand and they shook on something they'd agreed on. Ramon's smile came back, bright on his face, his dark eyes dancing and sparkling. Thought I was all zingered out, but the one I just felt proved me wrong. "LaDonna," Poppa called. I got up, smoothed my skirt, and walked slowly, up on tippy toe, towards Ramon. The look he gave me, eyes wide, smile so big, made me proud to be a girl. He held out his hand, and I took it, trying to stay calm, relaxed. If Poppa saw me zinger, he'd maybe lock me in my room. Ramon walked me to his red pickup truck like I was a delicate flower. He opened the door and helped me up into the seat. I wanted to kiss him so bad my brain hurt. He stood there smiling at me, an easy little smile. "You are so pretty, LaDonna," he said, his soft brown eyes flashing. I lurched toward him, then pulled back, not wanting for Poppa to see me kiss this lovely boy. He stepped back and closed the door, careful to check my skirt was clear. He walked quickly around the front of the truck and climbed in. "I'm going to kiss you," he warned, "in about two minutes, or I'll bust a gut." I understood how he felt, I felt the same. I scooted over and leaned against his shoulder. He put his arm up and over my head, wrapping it around my shoulders. "What did you and Poppa talk about?" I asked, admiring his profile, wanting to run my finger down his tall forehead, down his nose to his full lips. He gave me a quick look, his dark eyes flashing in the dim light. "No beer, no liquor, have you back by ten tonight." Ramon pinched his lips tightly together. "Your daddy's a good man, LaDonna. My daddy and yours been friends a long time." He gave me a long look. "They go way back, back to when they were both little booger pickers." I sorta knew that, Poppa was good friends to a lot of folk. He didn't talk much, but when he did, people paid him strict attention. We motored carefully to the end of the our farm lane, bouncing along for a few minutes. Ramon stopped and carefully looked both ways. "Do you want to go into town," he asked, turning to face me. "No," I said, real quiet. I stretched up and stuck my face in his. "I want to do some more kissin' n' huggin' n' rubbing our bellies together." I mashed my mouth onto his, sucking like to take his breath right out of his chest. My heart was beatin' so hard I thought it'd pop out of me, but I didn't pull away until I ran out of air. We both grinned and panted at each other. Then Ramon grabbed the gear shift lever and shoved it into reverse. He backed the truck around until we were facing away from the last sliver of light from the setting sun, a thin red band stretching across the tops of the low far away hills. "C'mon," he said opening his door and sliding out. I followed him, hanging on tight to his hand, round to the tail gate. He pulled it down and turned to me. Sticking his hands in my arm pits, he lifted me up and sat me on the warm metal. Ramon stood there, between my knees, smiling up at me. He put his hands on my legs, and I put my hands on his and pressed down hard. "Your daddy tole me not to stick my pecker in your pussy, LaDonna." He squeezed his hands around my skinny legs. "Or he'd skin me alive, and hang my hide on the barn to dry." Now I didn't know that pussy word, but, like a porch light comin' on, I knew what he was talking about. I felt kinda funny, sorta disappointed, but, thinking back on that corn cob I'd seen in his pants this morning, maybe relieved too. He jumped up to sit beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist, holding my hand tight in his. He leaned and nuzzled my ear, his lips soft and warm. "I gave him my word, an' we shook on it." "Mm, hm." I didn't have any words right now, I was all a tingle sitting here with Ramon's arm around me, his sweet breath tickling my neck. "But we can do other stuff," Ramon breathed in my ear. "Other stuff that feels real good." "Like this?" I asked, turning to mash my mouth on his. In a wink, we were both moanin' and groanin'. I pulled his hand to my little titty and, with his tongue sucked hard into my mouth, my world exploded. I started jerkin' around like a stranded catfish floppin' in the shallows, fireworks in my head, and hot electric zingers down low in my belly. Ramon held me real tight, I was limp as an old dish rag in hot water, and might've fallen back into the truck bed if he hadn't. I was gulpin' air and shivering like I had the flu bug real bad. "My god and little fishes, LaDonna," Ramon marvelled. When my vision finally unblured, when I could focus on his face, I saw that he was all goggle eyed. "I've never seen one like that before." One like what? I wanted to ask, but the zingers still had control of my brain. I could only lay back on his arm and try an' get my breath back. I was panting harder than Old Red, hot on a 'coon scent. Ramon stared down into my face, his eyes as big as kitty milk saucers, shining so white in the moonlight. "One like what?" I asked him, when I could make sounds come out of my throat again. "An orgasm, LaDonna. You just had an orgasm, like thunder and lightning, you went off." I just looked at him, blinking, shaking my head. The moonlight was just bright enough for me to see Ramon's mouth twist into a frown. "I don't know how to 'splain it, so..." He grinned now, his eyes gleaming. "I'll show you." He stood up and bent, grabbed me under my arm pits and lifted me up like I was nothin' but air. I bellied up to him, searching for his mouth with mine, something hard poking my belly. I thought for a minute that he had a rock in his pocket. Then I remembered. It wasn't a rock, but his pecker. I was gonna have to find out what one of these pecker things looked liked, I decided. Real soon like. "C'mer," Ramon said softly, dancing me to the front of the truck bed. He opened the steel tool box that straddled the bed rails, and pulled out two sheep skin saddle blankets. He tossed them out side by side. "Let's lay down," he said, tugging my hand. Lay down? Now that sorta scared me, don't know why. "Ramon?" I asked, backing away a half step. "Mi muchacha preciosa, I wont hurt you." "Let's set for a while." I patted the tool box lid, feeling warmed by him callin' me his precious girl. We sat side by side, shoulders just barely touching. After a minute, I took his hand in mine and laced our fingers. He squeezed my hand and let out a big sigh. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you, movin' so fast?" I shook my head, trying to find some words, but my rush of feelings couldn't be put into words, somehow. I remembered back to the time Old Red got on Sparky. She'd been eager for him to mount her back, her tail stuck out sideways, that silly grin on her face. She'd held real still while Old Red licked her. I had to think on it for a bit. Licked her 'gina, I guess. If I had one, then Sparky had one, we both bein' girls. I looked over at Ramon's face. He didn't smile or nothing, just raised his eyebrows at me. I turned my head and made like I was lookin' at the last little red streak of sunset, but was still remembering. Old Red had mounted Sparky's back, and humped on her. Sparky didn't seem to mind, seemed patient from the look on her face. Old Red finished his chore and unmounted, but they were still stuck together someway. I was sitting on the stoop watchin'. When I called Sparky to come to me, she did, draggin' Old Red by his pecker, him letting out a squeal, whining so pitiful like. "Are we gonna get stuck together like dogs if we do it?" I turned to look closely at Ramon's face. He looked at me like I'd gone demented on him. He let out a whoop and pounded his knee, then he got real serious. "Nope, but wouldn't mind if we did. I'm kinda stuck on you, wouldn't mind a bit bein' stuck 'in' you." He squeezed my hand, and chuckled, "Stuck together like dogs." He shook his head and twisted around to peck me on the lips. "Poppa said folks would talk, if'n you an' me took up together." Now it was Ramon's turn to squint at the sunset. He nodded his head, I could see that, but couldn't see the look on his face. "You worried I'd be braggin' round town I got me a pretty little white girl?" Now that confused me. I wasn't so worrisome about anybody talking about us, we were just plain folk, after all. I didn't know what to say about that, so I kept my mouth shut, thinkin' hard, until something clicked. "White girl? You think folks would talk 'cause you're Mexican?" I struggled to make sense out of that idea. Ramon's head came around real fast. "I'm not Mexican, I'm American, Latino American." His voice sharp, very strong, loud in my ear. He spoke so forcefully, I leaned back away from him, my mouth hangin' open. I knew I'd stepped in a big, gooey meadow muffin, and was thinkin' hard, trying to find a way to unruffle his feathers. "I'm thinkin' that's maybe why I'm kinda stuck on you too." I layed that out there for him to chew on. Ramon didn't say anything, he just tilted his head slightly. "You're beautiful," I said. "The way you look, your smooth skin, the way you smile." I giggled at his squirming discomfort. "Your beautiful smile." "Men aren't beautiful," he snorted. "Men are handsome, or good lookin'," he said in a firm voice. "You are beautiful. Only girls can be called beautiful." My mouth made like a fly trap, and I felt a small zinger down my spine. "You think I'm beautiful?" I asked him when I got my jaw to stop flapping . "Sure do, your hair is like spun gold, as soft as corn silk," he said gently. And I'd always thought it just dishwater blond. "Your eyes really set me off. So pale blue, like pure water bubbling up from a spring. Washed out blue, I'd believed, like my momma's. "Consuela tells me you're smart in school." "Connie's been talkin' about me?" "No, I asked her about you. You don't think I came by your place by accident, do you?" Talk about putting my little brain in a tizzy. Inside, I felt like a flock of swallows, swoopin' and sweepin' back and forth in the evening twilight. I bit my tongue, real hard, trying to settle myself. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, thumping as hard and fast as Old Red's tail when I put out his bowl of table scraps. "Ramon, I'd like to lay with you now," I said, feeling a shiver go through my whole body. Ramon didn't move, he just sat there, dead still. like a frog on a lilly pad. "I'd like that," he said. "Kissin' you is nicer than... Than..." He blinked once, maybe twice. "Than sweet milk straight outa the cow's teat." I giggled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. I knew he was tryin' real hard to be romancin' me. Never been romanced before, I kinda liked it. I stood up and pulled on his hand. He got up real close and took my other hand, holding 'em both between us. "Kissing you just almost takes me outta my skin," I told him. "It makes me feel like I never felt before. All jingly jangly." I suddenly shied up, feeling like I was talkin' too much. "Me too," he said, his lips against my ear, tickling'. He danced us over to the saddle blankets and dropped to his knees, holding my hands. He looked up at me, smilin' the softest, sweetest little smile, the moonlight shinin' in his eyes. I had to take a real deep breath and let it out slow and easy, before my heart slowed. "LaDonna, every Sunday I kneel down in church just like this and say a prayer for my family, askin' God to be kind and generous to them. Now, I'm gonna say a prayer for you too." I had to think about that for a bit. Poppa went to church twice a year, Easter and Christmas. That put a crick in Preacher Thomas' neck, let me tell you. At least twice a year he'd come by and talk to Poppa about lovin' Jesus and fearin' the Lord regular, like every Sunday morning. Poppa was always polite to the poor man. I'd serve him iced tea in the summer time and hot coffee in the winter. Preacher Thomas always complimented my cookies real polite like. Poppa always promised to think on it, but we never did go regular. I didn't know what to say about him prayin' for me, so I just told him thank you, in a sweet voice. Ramon tugs at my hands so I drop to my knees. The moon is full and his eyes shine so pretty, I want to put little kisses all over his face. He's smiling to beat the band and I guess I am too. I put my hands on his chest to feel his firm flesh. He leans closer and puts the softest little kiss on my lips. "Mmm," he moans through his nose when I tickle his tongue with mine. "Lay with me, Ramon. Hold me real close and kiss me like that again." We lay down, on our sides, facing each other. We wrap up, belly to belly, and it seems the most natural thing to throw my leg up over his hip and pull him close. "LaDonna..." he trys to talk, but I silence his words with my mouth. "Mmm," one of us moans, maybe both of us. I can feel his arm under my neck, his hand holding my shoulder. His free hand is roamin' up and down my back, light as a feather. His fingers putting electric tingles up and down my body. When he cups my butt and gives it a squeeze, my tongue started waggling around on his lips. "Wait a minute, LaDonna," he kinda grunts at me. "Let me..." He rolls onto his back and sticks a hand down the front of his pants, rearranging himself. "Sorry. Gotta kink in my pecker." I don't hesitate, but sit up and look straight at his pants front. That corn cob is back, so I put my hand on it. "Show me your pecker, Ramon. I never seen one." I look up at his face, thinking I might have to beg him to show it. "Shucks, LaDonna, you never seen a pecker before?" He seems surprised. He pops his pants button open, I reach to pull down his zipper, but he brushes my hand away and does it himself. When he starts pushing them down, lifting his hips, I pull on his pants leg to help. In the bright moonlight, Ramon's pecker looks like a dark brown, curved pointy stick. It's laying on his belly, sorta arched up in the middle so only the end touches his flat stomach. My hand goes to hold it without my brain telling it to. "Oh, it's hard and soft at the same time," I marvel. I lean down to get a closer look just as Ramon wraps his fingers around mine. He pushes the loose skin down, and a large bulb pops out. "Oh, what's that comin' out?" I look up at Ramon's face. He's kinda grinnin' at me, lookin' proud I feel. "That's my pecker knob," he says. "Feel of it, real gentle like." I tickle his knob with easy finger tips, Ramon's legs jerk, I yank my hands away. "It's okay," he says, his voice low, sorta strained. "Keep doin' it." He pulls my hand back to his hard shaft. "It feels real good when you do that. Makes me shiver." "So, when you kiss me, your pecker grows?" I ask him. "Sure does," he laughs. "Why?" I ask him. "Just so's you can stick it in my 'gina?" "Yeah," he grunts. "Ceptin I gave your daddy my word I wouldn't." He pulls on my shoulder and I lay on his arm. Didn't let go of his pecker, it seemed natural, holdin' it tight. When I squeezed it, his hips jerked up. "What's it feel like when I do this?" I squeezed and stroked him gently. "Heaven," he sighed. "Down low in my belly, there's a heat buildin'. If you keep doin' that, I'll orgasm and spunk all over my belly." "Spunk? What's that?" I asked, feeling sorta dumb, havin' to ask. "My semen," he answers in a whisper. He nuzzles my ear, his lips warm, putting a tingle down low in my belly. Now I knew what that was. Poppa bought frozen semen once and inseminated our cow. She dropped a fine bull calf 'bout nine months later. Poppa said it was money well spent. "LaDonna?" Ramon asked, "Can I see you?" He rolled to his side, and put his palm on my cheek. "Can I see yours?" he asked, kinda nervous like. I don't answer. I just roll to my back and start unbuttoning my dress, starting at the top and working down to my hips, as far down as I could reach. I watch his face, his eyes so bright in the moonlight. He looks just like a little boy, so excited, about to unwrap a birthday present. Ramon looks at me. Oh, his eyes shine so. His white teeth flash that beautiful smile. I pull my skirt high, after unbuttoning the last button, I search for his pecker. He wiggles his hips so's to let me take it up. "LaDonna?" he asks, tugging at my dress, exposing half my chest. His cool finger tips on my skin put such a zinger on me that the stars go out. That darn thing bounced from my head to my toes and back again. "Ramon," I growled, deep in my throat. "Kiss me!" He stretched over and put his soft mouth on mine. I could feel his sweet breath, softer than butterfly wings, when our lips touched. When his warm palm found my bare, proud nubbin, the zingers took my breath away or Ramon sucked it outa me, don't know which. When he slid his palm down my belly, I didn't have to tell my legs to open, they popped apart as fast as Sparky's tail twitched sideways when Old Red got up on her back. I heard a small animal, far away, whimpering, callin' its momma. Ramon's fingers tickled my belly, and I wanted to, needed to, do something. He pulled up and kissed my chin, then my chest, then he licked my little tittie bump. Now I recognized the whimper sound. It was me, crying out for Ramon to touch me. Touch me there, where I was burnin' up, down between my legs. "Ramon," I growled against his neck, grabbing his hand off my belly and shoving it between my legs. "Touch me." His warm fingers, squeezin' so soft, felt darn good, but were not enough. I stuck my thumb under the waist band of my panties and tried to shove 'em down. Ramon tugged and pulled 'em down to my knees so I could get one leg free. "LaDonna, your skin is sweet cream on my tongue. So smooth and soft." He kissed my tittie bump, and sucked it into his mouth, his warm fingers pressing between my legs. The stars went out again. My hips start to hunch against his hand. It felt so good, I wanted him to never stop. When he lifts up over me, I try to pull him down on top of me, hangin' onto his neck real tight, tugging on his pecker, aiming it where I wanted it. "No!" Ramon's voice loud in my ear. "Stop! I gave my word," he groaned. Something hot splashed my belly. Ramon grunted and jerked above me, his pecker swoll up even more in my hand. "Ung," he groaned, his body stiff and shuddering. I felt another hot splatter, this time all the way up to my titties. His mouth panting hot against my cheek, I figured we was even. I felt real good about that, him having an orgasm just like I did. "Whooee, LaDonna." He kissed my cheek. "That was a surprise." He laughed softly. "A very nice surprise. Turn loose of my neck now." He got up off me and sat on his heels between my spread legs, his pecker sticking almost straight up, pointing at the moon. I bent my neck and studied the two silver streaks on my belly and chest. "Let me clean you off," he said, reaching for his pants pocket. "No, use my panties," I told him, lifting my foot up so he could pull my panties off my ankle. He swiped around on my belly, then, turning my panties over, he cleaned my chest. "I'm never gonna wash those panties. They'll be our keepsake for our first lovin' together." I balled up my damp panties and held 'em tight in my fist. Ramon gave me the strangest smile, like he was pleased as punch I'd said that. "Now, we got some more kissin' to do. Git yourself back down here." I held out my arms to him. "Wait a minute, LaDonna," he said, turning his head to study the moon. "I think I gotta take you home now. It's pretty close to ten oclock. I don't want to git on the wrong side of your Daddy." -------- Poppa was waiting for us, rockin' slow and easy on the porch. While Ramon said good night to him, I ran upstairs to put my panties under my pillow. Back on the porch, Ramon was sitting in the swing chair so I sat next to him. "Sir, if'n it's okay with you, I'd like to take LaDonna to Sunday morning Mass, and meet my family." Poppa looked at me, his mouth twisting, his eyes squinting, his head nodding. "Reckon that's reasonable, boy." "Poppa," I said soft like, "you got Ramon's word he'd not stick his pecker in me." Poppa's mouth worked like he was tryin' to say something, his eyebrows waggling. "I want you to give it back, Poppa." Sparky crawled out from under the house, dragging her heavy belly in the dust. She came up and put her head on my knee. I rubbed her back, swayed from the weight of her pups, and watched Poppa's face. Ramon's hand found mine and we laced our fingers. A cricket chirped, off in the dark somewheres. Poppa stood up real slow, sorta unfolding his lanky frame. He stared down at me, frowning so as to scare the beejeebers out me. He took a deep breath and let it out slow, nodding his head. "Baby girl..." he started. Then he shook his head. "I reckon that's tolerable, LaDonna, jus' let me think on it a spell." He stared at me for a long moment then turned, and went into the house, the screen door swinging shut with a loud bang. ~fin

Silicon Valley Tales from the imagination of California Dreamer 2001, all rights retained. Critiques invited and responded to. [email protected] Moira and friends A Small Deviation from the Theme. <I>"The fascinating depth and complexity of the human condition."</I><br>Anon. "Hey, buddy. Would you mind babysitting Paul for us. We want to go up to The City Saturday night next week for dinner and a play." Dave sounded a little rushed. "I'll check with Moira and let you know." "I already talked with her and she said it was up to you." "S'okay by me, pal." "Great, thanks. We plan to stay at the Mark 'cause we'll be checking out the bars after the play. We'll collect Paul Sunday, late morning." "Gotcha. Why don't you bring Paul over about noon Saturday. We're going to visit the mummies at the Rosicrucian Museum that afternoon. Aly's got an Egyptian thing going." "I'll let you know tonight or tomorrow morning." "Cool, man." Dave hung up and I pressed the button to dial Moira's number. "AMD. Moira O'Rourk." "Hi, sweetheart. How's your day going?" "Hi, lover. It's a finer day now that I've heard your voice." "Lay it on thick, dear one. I love it." I interrupted her pleasant chuckle with, "Dave just called about us keeping Paul over night next weekend and I thought he might enjoy the Rosicrucian Museum too. What do you think?" "Good idea, lover mine. The kids can keep each other company while we sit and talk. I've been thinking about something that I want to share with you." "Shall I come over tonight? I know we hadn't planned it but I haven't seen you for three whole days and..." "I know you miss me. I miss you too but I've been taking work home all week and it's about finished so let's wait 'til the weekend. Okay?" "Sure. How about we take Aly to a matinee this Saturday then have dinner in Japan Town?" "J Town? Fine idea. See you Saturday." I called Dave back and left a message for him to call me then returned to find the beast on my desk had crashed. I toggled in the boot code and tapped the go button. The day disappeared in a swirling mist of octal op-codes. Later that afternoon Dave came into my office and released me to the reality of the Carbon based world. "Wanna coffee?" His voice sounded tired and his face was not pleasant to look at. "Sure. You look stressed. What's happening?" I stood up and headed for the lunch room. He followed me through the hallways saying, "The yields have slipped to 55 percent on one of my products. My manager is telling me that I should have found the problem months ago." He sighed and grimaced. "I wouldn't mind the pressure but this Germanium product line is so old I know they'll drop it by the end of the year. Let's talk about something else. Like our women. That's what I came over here for." As we turned into the lunch room, I could see that the coffee pot was empty. "Shit, the pots empty, let's take some cokes outside." I grabbed a Lemon/Lime for me and a Cola for Dave from the fridge. We went out the side door into the shady east parking lot. I handed him his bottle and he popped the top using the middle door hinge. I did the same and leaned against the concrete wall and drank deeply. "How are you getting along with Moira?" "Really well but her daughter's giving me some fish eye still." "Paul's getting friendlier since I got him a Pong game and showed him how to hook it up to their TV. Maybe you can try the same." "Well, maybe. I hope the museum excursion will lighten her up. I bought an Egyptian history book for her and she seemed to like that. She got a little friendlier when we talked about how many women rulers Egypt had in the days of the Pharaohs." "She's going to be as pretty as her momma when she grows up." "Yeah, she will. I think she's beautiful now. I hope the cold weather she's been giving me blows away. We met under strange circumstances." I gave him a brief synopsis. "Whacked you with her doll? That's a tiger you're up against." We both laughed for a moment. "I hope Paul never peeks in on us. He'd have a completely different opinion of his mother if he did." "Yeah, why?" "I heard Kerry telling him that 'Potty Mouth' was not acceptable behavior. He'd learn a few new potty mouth words if he heard her in bed." I grinned at him. "Kerry talks dirty in bed?" "Does she ever! It turns me on so much sometimes I have to, ah... Cool it or lose it." "Moira's a bit inhibited that way but that's about the only way now. Except she is sort of reluctant to let me do her butt. Some pecker neck tried to take her by surprise and hurt her so I'm in no rush. "Kerry told me I can do anything I want to her." "Do you think maybe she likes you or what?" I grinned at him. "I think she's going to be full blown 'In Love' soon. She said she'd never had a better lover or a nicer guy for a boy friend." "I think you're very lucky, my friend. I like everything about Kerry including her zaftig body. If Moira ever dumped me, watch out." I grinned to let him know I wasn't serious. Dave looked at me speculatively. "Do you think we could set up a four way soon?" That caught me by surprise. Well, sort of. I hadn't thought about sharing my woman. Even though the three of us had gone "under the boardwalk" a few weeks prior. "Our ladies may not be that adventurous. Well, Moira might not be." "Are you sure? She didn't hesitate when Kerry asked her if you could come with us." "Yeah, but I've never mentioned what we did. She probably thinks that I just indulged my voyeur streak." "Bullshit. How could she have missed your happy face afterwards. Give her credit. I noticed that your voice pitch drops an octave after you've had a good come. She probably has too." "Okay, okay. I'll sound her out, you turd. Isn't Kerry enough for you, horn dog? You've gotta have my woman too?" Dave started laughing. He bent at the waist and sloshed cola into the air. I dodged the spray and spilled mine down the front of my dark slacks. "Come on, let's go sit in the sun so this can dry." "Nah, I've got to go check my last yield adjustment. The wafer probe line should be about finished testing the latest run and I need to get the red dot counts. Go rinse your slacks." "All right. See you later." I went into the restroom to rinse and dry my slacks with the hot air hand dryer. One of the draftsmen came in and made a rude remark about my knobby knees which I ignored. I was thinking about Aly. I remembered how she looked and acted at the beach. Long slim legs, tight little girl bubble butt and a flat belly. Much like her mother but with auburn hair and blue eyes. She'd played in the water as gracefully as a sea otter even with the life jacket slowing her down. She had built a sand castle with Paul while Moira watched them. They seemed to get along together without friction. Two bright lively children about to start the hormonal phase of their lives. I sighed, not envying either one of them if their bodies did to them what mine had done to me. If an older neighbor boy hadn't noticed the tent in my pants one day I'd never have figured out how to masturbate by myself. I wondered how Paul would discover the secret pleasures of Onan. Saturday morning I woke up late. I wobbled to the shower and scrubbed the taste of last night's beer from my mouth. I was in a good mood and looking forward to a day with Moira and Aly. But my little one bedroom apartment needed some attention first. As soon as two cups of coffee and the San Francisco Chronicle had kick-started my brain cells back to life. Started with Peanuts and worked my way up to Herb Caen's column. Or down. Whatever. "Someday I'll understand what he's talking about," I said to myself. Then "The Fearless Spectator" for dessert. He, I thought I understood except for his occasional references to "Green Death" as he called Rainier Ale. "Have to check that brew out someday," I said aloud. Cleaning time. I vacuumed the rugs then took the week high stack of newspapers to the laundry room, adding them to the three foot high pile. "I'll take them to the Boy Scout paper bin on my way to Moira's today," I promised. "Or maybe tomorrow." Laundry time. Grabbing a couple of quarters, I took two loads to the laundry room. Returning to my apartment I saw the next door neighbor in her doorway. She gave me a wave and a big smile. "Can I ask a favor, Rich?" "Sure, Carol. Any time." This forty something, mousey haired woman had always given me sweet inviting smiles which I'd ignored. She didn't have much garlic in her sauce in my humble opinion. She was a trim woman with full hips but I'd never felt the urge despite her large smile pleasantries. "Tomorrow I'm going to buy a new mattress and could use your help getting it up the stairs. Would you mind?" She smiled sweetly. "Not at all, I'll be home about three or so. I can lend you a strong back then." "Thanks, Rich. You are such a dear man." Her high beam smile bathed me and I responded with a quick low beam. The morning went quickly after that. Changed the sheets. Grabbed three more quarters and carried the white ball of sheets down to the laundry room and stuffed them into a washer. Transferred the contents of the other two into dryers and went back upstairs. Time for a beer. Hard work has its rewards. As I was reaching into the 'fridge the phone rang. It was Moira. "Hi, sweetest one. Will you be joining us for lunch?" "Love to, my little heart throb." "Hyperglycemia! Aren't we sick?" I laughed out loud into the phone and heard her do the same. "Okay, I admit it. We're sick and the only cure is more sex." "Oh, a bitter pill. But where can we go for more sex." "Where do we go and who do we ask to help?" "You are a naughty, naughty man, Richard Peters." "And that's why you love me?" I fished. "I don't love you as much as I love that beautiful cock of yours. Oops! Hang on a sec." I heard her muffled voice for more than a few seconds then she came back. "Sorry. Aly heard me say that and she went into "Momma!" mode. I had to say 'sorries'." "She can't be too shocked at her mother's sexuality. Not after what she saw us doing on your bedroom floor." "Maybe but that scene cost me about two hours of 'splaining the facts of life," she said in a wry voice. "Birds and Bees?" "Hell, no. She didn't want to hear about pollination. She wanted to know about insemination. In great detail." "Maybe next Saturday night we can give her and Paul some privacy." "You're not serious?" She snorted. I didn't say anything. "You are serious?" "Sweetest woman I've ever met other than my mother, how old were you when you played 'Show me yours', et cetera?" "Point for you. It is one of the tingly parts of growing up, isn't it." "Was for me. Still is." Her laughter was musical. "You seem to want to do more than look, dirty old man you." "You'll be right about that someday. I am working on it." "Okay, lover man. Let's continue this later today. I'll expect you for lunch. Be here at high noon." "That's good. Shall I bring anything, love of my life?" After a moments silence, I heard her whisper. "Rich, why did you say that?" "What? Do you need anything from the store or not?" "You don't need to." Click. I hung up and headed for the laundry. Couldn't help whistling while I worked. At high noon I knocked on Moira's door. "Who's there?" a muffled voice asked shortly. "Aly? Is that you? It's Rich." "Go away." "What? Aly, what's wrong?" Silence. "What's wrong, Aly?" "You made my mommy cry. I don't like you. Go away!" I tried to twist the door knob but it was locked. "Aly, go get your mother. Tell her I'm here." "No. Go away. I'll call the police if you don't." "Where's your mother?" "In the bedroom, crying." I sprinted around to Moira's bedroom window. It was open just a crack and through the screen I could see her curled on the bed. "Moira, are you okay? Why are you crying, honey?" "Rich?" "Yes, it's me. Let me in, sweety." "I don't want to see you right now, Rich. And don't call me that." "Tell me what's wrong. What happened after you hung up?" "Please go away. Look, I'll call you later. Okay? Leave me alone for a while." I went back to my apartment and waited. And moped. Drank a tasteless beer. Drank another and considered walking to the liqueur store for a fifth of brandy. At six o'clock I called her number. No answer. I replayed our morning conversation for the hundredth time to see if I'd said anything that would hurt her. Nothing. Late the next morning I woke up on the couch, a half empty brandy bottle on the floor. My head hurt, my back hurt and my heart felt dead over the tension in my gut. Two aspirin and two coffees later I decided to retrieve my Sunday Chron. As I approached the door I saw there was an envelope sticking partway through the brass mail slot. I stopped and stared at it, dreading what might be in it. I grabbed the envelope and retrieved the Sunday Chron. "What's the worst thing that it could be?" I asked myself out loud. I pondered the question. "Ponder. Ponderous. Ponderosa," I intoned, my brain in a whirl. "Lighten up jerk, 'cause what ever is happening with her you will fix. Right? Right!" I told myself. I smacked the table top with my open hand. It stung my palm and made my head throb. I tore open the envelope and began to read. <BLOCKQUOTE>Dear Richard I'm going to be blunt. I'm feeling manipulated and I don't like it. You can be very sweet and charming and I like that in you but I don't really know much about you beyond that. Except that you are very sexual. I know that for sure. I feel that you have drawn out my sexuality past a point where I'd been comfortable in the past. That's good I guess but a bit scary for me. I grew up hearing that only 'bad girls' liked sex. I know that's stupid but that's where I came from. It's not where I am now, though. You've let me enjoy my sexuality somehow. That's something I've never experienced before. My husband was furtive and not very demanding. He didn't want sex very often nor was he very creative, adventurous or exciting. I'd accepted my mother's comment that sex was something women permitted their husbands even if it wasn't enjoyable. My next and only other lover was considerably older and mainly just wanted my company. I felt like he was giving me sex because that's what he thought I wanted. Our relationship was based on a mutually enjoyable companionship and sex was not a significant element for either one of us. You've told me you love me and I'm okay with that but calling me the 'Love of your life' is too much. I'm not 'in' love with you but I do love you for what you give me and what I feel you are. These last weeks have been so good. I enjoyed your company and having sex with you. No, that was earlier in our relationship. Last week we started making love. You treated me so tenderly. I never expected that from a man. It wont take much more and I might find myself 'in' love with you. Being 'in' love with you scares me. I am an independent, successful professional but if I fall for you I fear I'll lose my independence. I'll need you because of my love for you. Then you'll meet some 'chippie' and waltz away to another sexual adventure leaving me feeling like discarded trash. Your romp under the boardwalk convinces me of this. You said you loved me but casually went off with Dave and Kerry. I might say more about this later but only after I've thought about it some. So I'd like for you to leave me alone for a few days so I can settle my feelings. I still want to be with you but you must stop trying to jerk my heart strings. I want to continue our relationship only until one of us feels the need to break it off. In other words, stop trying to manipulate me into dependance. Let's just enjoy each others company as friends and lovers. Love M PS. Aly is very confused about our relationship so I gave her this letter to read. I think she should sit in when we discuss what happens next.</BLOCKQUOTE> I reread the letter. Then read it again, slowly. "What to do?" I asked myself. I went to the bathroom and reread the last sentence of the third paragraph while pissing. "It wont take much more and I might find myself 'in' love with you." "Ah yes, Dicky boy, you know what to do." I talked to my reflection in the mirror while rinsing my hands. "Major changes coming soon, Dicky boy. You've really done yourself up good here, haven't you? You've tripped over a woman that makes you so aware of stuff you never noticed before. You are in such deep doo doo. Chippies, indeed." I wrote a short letter. Just two incomplete sentences signed "I do love you." I drove to her house and parked around the corner. I walked to her door and slid my letter under it then scurried quietly away. Time to go shopping so I drove to the Bascom Ave Safeway and bought food. Beer, chips, oatmeal, raisins and milk. A few chicken pot pies and my larder was almost restocked. The soup aisle yielded several cans of Cream of Mushroom soup and many more of Chicken Noodle. My sense of bachelor hood reaffirmed, I checked out and took it all home. Carol was pulling into her parking space with a mattress roped to the top of her Volvo station wagon. I jumped out and walked around to the passenger door and started putting the three brown paper bags on my car roof. Carol waved and called out, "Can I help with one of those?" "Sure. Appreciate it." I gave her a big smile. I handed one bag to her and up the stairs we went. She lead the way and I stared at her full ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as she climbed. "Nice butt. I'll bet her boy friend is an ass man." I thought. "Stop ogling my butt, Richard. You're embarrassing me," she admonished with a soft laugh. "Not ogling, admiring," I admitted in a hopefully honest tone. She laughed and gave me an inviting look over her shoulder. At my door I handed her a bag, dug my keys out and unlocked the lock. I pushed the door open, retrieved the bag from her and nodded her to proceed me. She scanned the living room and focused on the bottle sitting on the coffee table. "Party last night?" "I wish." I didn't elaborate, she didn't comment. She followed me into the kitchen and slid her bag onto the counter. "You keep your place rather neat for a bachelor. I like that." I smiled thanks. "You just caught me in the neat part of my cleaning cycle. Come back in a few days and it'll look very lived in. Shall we bring up your mattress?" "Sure. I'll go open my door first," she said and moved towards the door. "Meet you downstairs." She waved over her shoulder. When she joined me at her car she waved a pair of scissors and started snipping the hemp twine holding the mattress tight to the car roof. I was attacking my side with finger nail clippers. Soon we were groaning up the stairs with the unruly mattress flopping between us. I hate carrying mattresses. They make me feel like a weakling. After maneuvering through two doorways especially designed to thwart mattress movers, we were in the bedroom. I saw that her old mattress was leaning against the wall. We dropped the new mattress into place and both panting heavily, laughed at each others apparent fatigue. "The store will deliver the box springs next week and will take away the old stuff so you wont have to do this again," Carol panted. "Thank god," I panted back. "I have a new German beer in the 'fridge. Let me reward your hard work. Go open a couple of frosty ones for us. I want to change my clothes then I'll join you." "Sure. I've never had German beer." I went and found six green bottles lying in state on the bottom rack of her fridge. After rummaging for a bit I found a bottle opener and popped two open. The first long draw was delicious and refreshingly cold. I took them into Carol's living room and flopped onto her couch. I took another swig and put one bottle on the glass coffee table. "This beer has a great flavor, Carol," I called out to her. "It's become my favorite even if it costs twice as much as domestic," she answered as she came through her bedroom door. She was barefoot and wearing a short yukata, a Japanese cotton summer kimono. A bright colorful cherry blossom print. The pink blossoms bloomed her skin. "Wow, that's nice," I exclaimed. "Thank you. I bought several my last trip. I just love the way they feel against my skin." She moved directly toward me and quickly flat backed to pick up her beer. I glimpsed small breasts with large brown nipples. She bent her knees and squatted upright directly in front of me, flashing momentarily her downy looking bush. "Carol, you are a dancer." She nodded her head and gave me a toothy smile. "It's been a few years." She gazed steadily at me, her eyes slightly squinted. She was chewing her bottom lip gently. She seemed to be thinking hard about something. After a long moment her face relaxed and she gave me a wink and said softly, "Will you do my ass?" I gawked at her in disbelief and said with some eloquence, "Awk?" "May I take that for a yes?" she smirked. Then she laughed, at the expression on my face, I'm sure. I could feel my face burn. "Carol, I'm, um, sorta involved... with someone." "I know but you've not been gone at night for over a week and you got drunk last night. That makes me think you've had a little falling out with her. I just gaped at her, speechless. "It doesn't matter. You look very qualified for my needs. I'd love to suck you up first if you'd like," her soft dulcet voice intoned. She raised her eyebrows. "You can come in my mouth. Have you ever had a woman suck you until you squirt down her throat. I love the taste of boy cum," she said lasciviously. I felt my crotch heat up as my dick filled with blood. "Oh my god. Carol, what are you... Why are you doing this to me. I've never..." I lied. She must have mistaken my reserve with her for shyness so I decided to play along and be her young inexperienced boy toy. The thought of fucking her shit hole while holding onto her broad butt put zingers down to my toes. My dick swelled a bit more in my now too tight pants. "Let's go to the bedroom, lover boy," she chortled. She knew she had me. I stood and hesitated to give her time to admire the bulge in my pants. She spun and pranced a few steps before flipping the back of her kimono up to show me a beautifully shaped broad butt. I gawked admiringly while she grinned over her shoulder at me. "Come on, lover toy. I've got a ride for you you'll never forget." Where did the mousey little woman go? I thought as I followed her. "Put your beer down and strip for me. Hurry, I want to see what you're packing." I put my forgotten beer bottle on a dresser and started pulling my shirt over my head. Kicking my loafers off while I undid the top button on my old jeans, I started undoing the buttons one by one. She stared at my crotch and licked her lips. "Let me do the rest. Come here." She motioned for me to stand in front of her. I complied. She pulled my jeans wide, hard enough for the buttons to pop free. Then she reached to my hip bones and stripped jeans and briefs to my knees. My dick stuck straight out at her. An expression of lust and hunger transformed her face. "Oh, gawd. Suck me, please," I whined. I was humping my hips blindly, trying to find anything warm and wet to sink into. She grabbed it and held it to the side. One finger curled gently under my purple glans putting a big zinger down my spine. I reached for her head with both hands but she dodged away. "Don't hold my head. I don't like that. And it's not polite." "Okay, okay. Let me put it in your mouth. Hurry, I've never...before," I lied. "Little boy really wants momma to put his nasty dick in her mouth, doesn't he?" I was tempted to shout, "just open your fucking mouth!" But I didn't want to drop out of the character she'd chosen for me. Yet. "My little boy getting hot? You gonna squirt real soon?" She pinched my deep purple pecker head causing me to yelp. "Ow! Don't! Please, Carol. I wont come too fast." Not after that pinch I wouldn't. She licked her lips and leaned forward, wiping just the tip of my dick across her slightly pursed wet lips. "Weoo, little boy. Where'd you get such a nice fat long schlong?" "From the Dick Fairy, dammit. Now suck my dick, bitch." I growled with so much power in my voice that I shocked myself. Her head popped up and her jaw popped down so I stuck it to her. I put one hand behind her head and shoved my hips forward hard. She took about five inches before she started to squeal through her nose. I pushed another inch and felt her throat muscles flutter. Fearing she'd bite I yanked my hips back fast. The shocked look on her face made me laugh. "Momma likes her not so little boy's dick down her throat doesn't she?" She nodded and opened her mouth a tiny fraction more. Her face changed from shock to pleading. "So, you want a mouthful of 'sweet boy come', bitch?" She nodded and whimpered. Her hands flew to her sash and pulled her yukata open and off. Her chest was flushed red. Bright red. I reached behind her head and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her toward me. "Jack it and suck! Now!" I half shouted. My dander was up, I was riding a wave of anger. She wrapped one hand around my dick and sucked it down. Her other hand flew to her crotch and started whipsawing up and down her cunt. I gave her a moment then slapped her arm away. "Stop that. You can't come until I tell you to!" She came. Not hard but not that small. I bent and pinched her fat nipples. I jerked them out and away from her body. She came again, moaning around my dick. I pinched harder just to see what would happen. She started twisting her body back and forth, intensifying the pull on her nips. She had so much dick down her throat that there wasn't anything left to jack. I started fucking her face but I'd lost my lust and was just cold cocking her. I thrust hard and felt her nose mash against my belly. I held her until she started to thrash and push at my hips. She strained to get me out of her throat so she could breath. I starting pulling out but took my sweet time. Her mouth was wide open and trying to suck air but she wasn't getting any. A wave of pity for her and anger at myself flooded through me. I'd had a sudden flash of Moira's presence. I yanked my wilting dick out of her mouth and she got one lung full of air before she started to retch. I jumped back but it was only dry heaves. Nothing came up. After a moment she moaned and flopped over on her side. I could hear soft sobs. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Carol. I shouldn't have done that." I knelt and stroked baby fine hair. Her sobbing continued behind a clenched fist. "I'm sorry. Really, really sorry I did that. It wasn't you. I was angry with my girl friend and took it out on you when you pissed me off." The sobbing abated slowly. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leaned down and started kissing her cheek bone and temple. "Please don't cry anymore," I whispered, feeling pretty lame. She snuffled quietly for a moment before drawing a deep breath. She let it out slowly and peered at me through reddened eyes. I held a tissue box in front of her face and she popped several free and smeared them across her eye lids. I took one and wiped a small drool of grey snot from her upper lip. "Thanks," she whispered. "I'm very sorry I hurt you," I said with the most sincerity I could muster. She gave me a long blank look and shook her head. Blinking one long, slow blink she said softly, "You didn't hurt me." She shook her head back and forth. "No, you didn't hurt me. I liked it. I came twice and I rarely come without my vibrator. You needn't feel bad." "Why were you crying then?" I asked in amazement. "Because I'll never experience anything this intense again. After this it'll just be play acting. It wont be real." "I see your point." I paused for a moment, thinking. "I wish I'd followed your game plan, Carol." I hesitated a moment. "I was looking forward to fucking your 'work of art' ass." She gave me a strange thoughtful look then said, "You can still have it if you want but to tell you the truth I'd really like to have you in my..." She hesitated a moment. "In my pussy first. I only let my subs do my ass 'cause I'd say they weren't good enough to have any pussy. They were only good enough for the shit hole 'cause that's what they were, shit holes." I stood and pulled my shorts up before yanking my jeans up and buttoning up. I remembered the beer and grabbed it. My mouth was strangely dry so I took long pull. The beer had warmed a bit but still tasted good. "Can I have some?" Carol asked, sitting up. I handed her the bottle and sat down beside her on the bare mattress while she chugged. "Stand up," I told her. She complied and I swept the yukata aside to show a big wet stain on the new mattress. I looked up at her. "Looks like you'll have a little reminder." "Um, it's okay. I'll clean it later." I threw the yukata at her and she snagged it one handed. "Let's go to my place now, Carol." I went to her 'fridge and grabbed the remaining four green bottles and returned to the living room. She was waiting for me, a beer in each hand. We walked to my apartment, went in and I directed her to the couch. After putting the beer in my 'fridge I went and sat with her. She handed me the full beer bottle and sipped quickly from hers. I just looked at her. After a moment she squirmed uncomfortably. "What are you thinking?" she asked. I didn't answer so she squirmed a bit more. "Why did you tell me to come over here?" "Change of scene. You've never been in my apartment and I'm hoping you'll feel less secure." She gave me a quizzical look. "I want to see more of you." Her hands moved quickly to the sash knot and pulled it free. Before she could expose herself I yelled, "Stop." She froze. "Tie your sash." She did. "What do you want from me?" "Not quite sure yet." She nodded and brought her beer to her lips and tilting her head back, drained it. Her eyes didn't leave mine. "Want another?" "No. I have to pee." "You know where it is." She stood and on the balls of her feet only, moved daintily, gracefully towards the bathroom door. "Stop. Come here." She did as I said stopping just arms length away. "Take it off." She dropped the yukata and stood naked before me. "Walk like that again. To the bathroom." She came up on her toes and pirouetted. She moved slowly forward, only the balls of her feet touching the rug. I watched her wide hips rolling gently, side to side. She opened the bathroom door and hesitated. I didn't say anything. After a moment, she continued into the bathroom shutting the door carefully. I went into the bedroom and pulled a four by six foot Naugahyde covered plywood panel from behind my dresser. I slid it to the bed and flopped it centered on the bed spread. From my closet I retrieved a stick easel which I leaned against the wall next to the entrance doorway. From under the bed came a two by three foot sketch pad which I clamped to the easel's top rail. I opened a gold painted tin box from the dresser top and took out a charcoal drawing stick and waited for Carol to find me. She soon did, peeping carefully around the door frame into my bedroom. "Get on the bed." Still on her toes she moved across the room, her eyes finding the charcoal. As she approached the bed I said, "Lie on your right side facing away from me. She crawled onto the plywood and dropped onto her side. "Point your right leg straight down and point your toes. Bend your right arm up and rest the back of your head in the palm of your hand. Pull your left knee up to your chest." "Good. Now put your left arm straight behind you. Try to put your left palm on the panel as high up as you can manage. I want to see your sweet ass in silhouette." "Perfect. Don't move." I began to sketch and had gotten a half dozen lines on the thin paper when the door bell chimed. "Shit. Don't move. I'll get rid of 'em." I strode purposely to the front door wondering who in hell, fully intending on being rude and abrupt. I yanked open the door and a blubbering Moira launched herself into my arms. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please forgive..." I silenced her with the palm of my hand. She looked into my face with begging eyes. "You knew just what to say, didn't you?" she mumbled against my hand. "There's nothing to forgive, but..." She twisted her face away from my hand. "You said you weren't thinking and the words came directly from your heart. That's what your cryptic message means?" "Yes, but..." "But?" "Yeah. But there's a nude woman on my bed." A horrified glare started to build on her face. "There's a naked woman in your bed?" she almost shrieked. I shook my head. "Nude not naked. On not in. There's a big difference." "Fuck your semantics. Fuck you, too." She struggled to escape my hug, pushing against my shoulders and chest. "You didn't trust me yesterday and what happened?" She stopped struggling and stared at my chest before looking up and forcing a smile. She rubbed her lips in and out as if smoothing lipstick. She swallowed hard and said in syrupy sweet voice, "Show me a 'nude' woman 'on' your bed." "With pleasure," I intoned adding considerable Karo of my own. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom doorway, stopping just outside so she could only see my sparse sketch. She looked at it as if it were an alien artifact for a second then at my face. Then back to the sketch. "Is that the nude...?" She turned and tried to grab my shirt front but I stopped her by grabbing her shoulder. "Look inside." She stepped forward three paces and froze, both hands coming up to her face as if to shield her eyes from some horrific sight. She didn't move for almost five seconds. Then she turned and quickly scanned the sketch. With a glance at the bed she turned to me trying to block a smile. "I'm looking forward to seeing the finished work, Richard. Got any beer?" She let her smile blossom fully as she brushed past me. "Try a green one, Moira." I thought I heard a snort. I moved to the foot of the bed and looked down at Carol. "Are you uncomfortable? It's too bad if you are." She didn't change her blank expression. "You are doing very, very well, Carol. I'll be done soon." Her expression changed ever so slightly as she reacted to my patronizing tone. "You are not to respond if Moira speaks to you." I didn't bother waiting for an answer. I pulled a new charcoal stick from the red painted tin box as Moira returned, beer in hand. She stationed herself at the end of the bed, leaning back against the wall along side the dresser. "What's her name?" "Carol. Don't know her last name." "Hey, Carol. Your butt is magnificent. Do all the ass men flip over it?" Carol just closed her eyes. Moira took a sip of her beer while eyeing Carol's ass. "Is she deaf or mute or both?" "I told her not to respond to you." Moira's eyes flashed at me and then held steady on my sketch. The black strokes were defining shapes nicely. This will be a good one, I thought to myself. "You're pretty good, Richard." "Just. My teacher said I pay too much attention to detail." "What's wrong with that?" "She preferred to capture the essence of the figure with as few strokes as possible." "Ah. A visual Haiku. Yes?" I gave her a long warm admiring glance. "Just who is this Carol, love?" At last. A term of endearment. "My neighbor, love." "Does she pose for a living?" "No. This is her first time, I think." "Then how...? What did you do to get her...?" "She made me an offer I could refuse." "Hm?" "I'm finished. What do you think?" "Not bad. I'd hang that in my house. The guest room most likely." "Thanks. You can be so droll." "Tell her to talk to me now." "Carol, you may speak. And roll to your stomach now." Carol complied with a long sigh. "Carol, what was your offer?" "My ass hole." "What? Explain!" "I said he could fuck my ass hole. In short, my ass hole was only for ass holes so he could have it." "I'm surprised he turned you down." "So was I, then." "But not now?" "He's not an ass hole." "How did you determine that?" "I'd rather not go into that right now." "As you wish." Moira sipped some beer and eyed me contemplatively. "How could you resist?" "The answer is obvious should you think on it a moment." "You didn't because of me?" I nodded yes. "You fucked Kerry, no?" "No, she sucked me off." "What did you do to her?" "Sucked and pinched her nipples. Rubbed her clit with my fingers and tongue." "Why did you get it on with her and not with Carol?" "I had your permission to play with Kerry. I didn't have it for Carol." "What'll you give me to give you permission?" "I've already given you everything I've got." Moira just looked at me, blank. "You gave me your love, right?" "Yes, and trust and now honesty. That's all I've got that's worth anything." "You are sure working the high ground today." "After yesterday, I don't feel like anything else is reasonable." "Why? What are your intentions?" "I hope you will become aware of my spirit, the essence of my being. Ignore the human frailties and pufferies. Find out for yourself what makes me different from and the same as many people." Moira blew out a big breath of air and shook her head. "I need to digest that one. Get her out of here. I don't want you to fuck her. Ever." "Carol, go home. Take your beer with you." "Yes, Master." She bounced to her feet and scurried out of the room. She gave me a long pleading glance as she brushed past. I ignored her. A moment later we heard the front door open and quietly close. "Master? She called you Master?" Moira's eye were wide. She was not smiling. I just shrugged. "It's her schtick, not mine. I'm not involved or concerned." "I saw her face when you told her to leave. She's your willing and eager slave. You'll probably have to find her a 'Master'." "I told you, she is not my concern." "I think you should be concerned and I think you are but don't feel it yet. She has an emotional knot with your name on it. If you don't untie that knot she's going to be miserable." She gave me a contemplative look. "I don't think you can let somebody be in pain because of you and not do something. Which means you'll do something and not tell me and like you, I'll have a little knot with her name on it. Please tell me now that you'll do something for her." "I think she likes pain. That's her raison d'etre. But if you're going be pained by her then I have no choice. I will do something for her. Happy?" "No, I'm not. Not until we're both free of her." Saying that she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the front room. Reaching the middle of the room, I took her face in my hands. "You're peeling my onion, lover," I whispered. "And you mine. Is that the why of our tears?" "Don't know." "When will you tell me how she found out you're not an ass hole?" "Soon. I need to think about it some then we can work on it together." "Give me a generality, please?" "The sound of one hand clapping?" "Jesus! Be serious." She pushed away from my hands. "Wrong philosopher." "You're not being honest." "I'm not being dishonest either. Carol made you aware of an event she and I shared. I confirmed it happened but because I don't understand why it happened it's scary and confusing. I'd like to delay sharing the details until I get it sorted out. Can you tolerate that for a while, please?" "I don't like it. You're leaving me out. Don't you want the synergy we create when we co-operate? Let's work it out together so we learn more about each other." "Of course but consider this. If I give you the event details now it will be a random list and all details will have equal intensity or importance to you. If I just let the event simmer on a back burner so to speak, the more important elements will soon float to the surface while the less significant will sink. That means I might be able to see the structure of the elements that are most significant. It's a way to eliminate noise to make it easier to create an ordered list." Moira just stared blankly at me then glared. She turned and walked to the front door. "If you can't accept me as an equal and respect my opinions and style then never call me "the love of your life." She turned and reached for the door knob. With one bound, I had her wrapped in my arms and hoisted off the floor, her butt against my belly. "I don't understand you." "Well, I understand you! You're going to isolate yourself while you figure it out then you're going to come 'tell' me your independent version. You must think I'm not smart enough to make sense of anything unstructured. Not only that, I asked you to do it with me and you ignored me." I looked down at her expressionless face. "You're mad at me because of my logic style? " "I'm not angry, I just don't appreciate your condescension." "But I wasn't..." She tilted her head and raised a dubious eyebrow. Images and thoughts swirled in my brain. "My thinking processes have evolved to a very effective tool..." She didn't let me finish. "So try something new. You've got a bad case of NIH. Check out my style. That's an offer you shouldn't refuse. "Not invented here?" I almost screamed. I struggled to slot Moira somewhere between the pliant love of my live and an uncooperative pain in the ass. She had hit me with the worst possible insult. "That's totally..." I sputtered. "Put me down or I'll pee on you," she interrupted. I put her down and she darted into the bathroom. I heard a loud tinkle and moved to peep around the door frame. Her tan shorts were around her ankles. Hm. No panties. She wiped herself twice after carefully folding two feet of TP into two neat square stacks. I felt my anger and resentment fade. She stood, her white blouse draping to mid belly. I admired her slim, muscular thighs. "Nice tan. Wish I had my camera handy." She turned her back to me and wiggled her bubble butt lasciviously. She put her hands on her hips and grinned at me over her shoulder. "Your butt is so cute it should be declared a narcotic." Turning to face me, she stepped out of her shorts and kicked them in my direction. I dodged and stepped toward her intending to scoop her up and hug her. I wanted to squeeze those tasty buns in my hands. Knead them like bread dough. She raised her arms and wrapped herself around me as I lifted her. Nose to nose I said, "Take off your clothes. I think I love you." "God, you are so easy. A butt flash and your brain fades. And guys claim women are hormonal." "With you around I might die of testosterone overdose." Her cool buns firmly cupped in my palms were distracting. "I want to fuck your little cunt so badly," I growled into her ear. "Yes," she hissed. "I want to fuck your little cock until you scream for mercy." "You gotta deal, sweetheart." An hour later, our hot, sweaty, sticky bodies slid into a quiet spoon cuddle. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her breast in one hand and her belly in the other. Her hair was damp against my cheek, her butt warm against my sticky dick. "Moira?" "Yes, love." "Let's make a baby." "Sure. Snooze now. Talk later, okay?" she sighed. She clutched my arms tightly to her chest and belly for a moment. I kissed her small round sticky shoulder and closed my eyes. <p><hr><p><p> <I>"God gave man a penis and a brain <br> but not enough blood to operate both at once."</I><br>Robin Williams.<p>

Faiths End - MMMMg - GANG - NC - TOR - FIRST - PREG - ANAL "What do you want from me?" Asked the frightened girl when she woke.... 2 Days earlier. Helen Simpson was a perfect daughter, a perfect human, fourteen years old, she was incredibly pretty, tall and very slim from Ballet all her life, she had long curly blonde hair and dreamy blue eye's, she was the most sexually desirable person in her entire city, but she didn't know it, she was blinded by Innocence. The last thing that Helen remembered was leaving Church on Sunday morning, she took her normal route home though the park near her house, she felt as if someone was following her. She could not remember what had happened after, it was just a blur. Her head throbbed and her throat felt dry and sore. She heard a mans voice which woke her from her deep induced sleep. "Helen...... Helen..... Helen..." The man sang to her, in a soft voice. "Where am I?" She asked. "What do you want from me?" "We want your soul Helen." Said the same mans voice. "Where am I?" she repeated, a frightened quiver in her uncertain tone. "You are miles away from home, you have been unconscious for over a days travelling, today is Tuesday. We have taken you to be our newest project. This is not the first time we have done this, and we are very good at it. We will never be caught. We have no criminal records so Police cannot trace us through evidence, but I want you to know, you WILL live, we WILL return you home. You will see your parents again. How quickly that happens is up to you and your body." The man explained. "What do you mean?" She asked "We are a group of men calling ourselves Faiths End. We are hoping that when you leave us you will change from your religious former self, and you will be woken to reality, there is no God. If there were, an innocent 14 yr old girl such as yourself, wouldn't be about to suffer a brutal gang-rape. If there were a God, he wouldn't have allowed us to get away with this more than 40 times already. Do you understand?" "No, I love God and he loves me." She said "God is not real, you have been brainwashed by your parents into believing in a story, it's false, and we are here to show you that. We will prove it to you." Said the man. Helen felt the man touching between her legs under the sundress she still wore, he pawed at her panties and pulled them down her long slender legs. Then he pushed his fingers and hand in to her groin and rubbed around in circles. She fought as much as she could but her hands were tied tight above her head and her feet were apart and tied to the bottom of the bed, she could not get away from the abusing hand. Helen cried and stopped fighting against her bonds, the ropes dug painfully in to the soft skin of her ankles and wrists. She took the abuse for a few minutes. Then she felt something new, something hot and wet between her legs. Helen forced herself to open her eyes and look, the man had his head between her thigh's, her dress was over his head so she couldn't see him, she just felt his hot tongue probing at her sensitive private skin. He tongued around her vagina, her clitoris and her vulva, even her anus, she began to breath heavy and her body started to betray her feelings of guilt and shame. She cried and cried and begged the man to stop, but he continued, he continued until her head was swimming and her sex burned with desire. "Please don't rape me, I am saving myself for my husband on my wedding night, I don't want to be impure for him. Please...... Please...... Please.... " She begged. " I am sorry precious, but religious people need to learn a lesson from society, religion is over, it is proven to be false time and time again by nature, by human cruelty, by ME! There is NO FAITH!" he said, and went back to licking the girls young pussy. In spite of the young girl being 14 she had very little pubic hair, she was blonde and her pubic hair was thin and slight, this made sucking her all the more appealing, her taste was the sweetest he ever tasted. He began to play with her clitoris with his fingers, rubbing it firmly left and right, he did this for several minutes, then he got off the bed and another man sat and continued in his place, a few minutes later he began to lick her, then suck her clitoris and her ordeal continued to a third man, and a fourth, a Fifth. For over 3 hours men played with her sex and sucked her private flesh, she was feeling dizzy and weak, the pleasure she felt was shameful but overwhelming. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful to her before. A few times already she had felt her body convulsing and thought she had passed out, the burning itch inside her sex finally extinguished for a few minutes, only to be re-ignited by the next man, she had no Idea how many men were in the room or participating in her abuse, there could be hundreds she thought, but then it could be just a few taking turns. When Helen woke again, she was still in the same position, a single naked bulb hung 6 feet directly above her head it was blindingly bright against the dull room. From her bondage she could not see around the room, she had no Idea what kind of building it was. She waited for a long time, as long as she could. "Is there anyone here?" She shouted. "Hello darling, I wondered when you were going to wake up. Did you have a nice sleep?" "I.... Need the bathroom." she said embarrassed. The man approached Helen and sat on the bed next to her, she felt am arm reach under her back and then something Very cold, metal under her bottom. Her Knickers were still around her ankles. "You can go now darling, don't worry about it." He said, much softer voice this man, she liked it almost. Helen had to really concentrate to begin a stream of urine, it tinkled against the metal bed pan as her stream became stronger and it splashed a little on her small naked bottom. When she had finished the man pulled away with pan and licked Helen between her legs, licking away all of the urine from her soft sex lips. She felt herself start to flush hot again but then the man stopped. "How long are you going to keep me here?" Said Helen. "As long as it takes darling, up to you and your fertile young body." He giggled. "What do you mean? Please tell me what is going to happen to me." She asked, She was trying to sound as genuine and friendly as she could, to try and earn the mans respect in hope he would give her some information. "What's going to happen darling is, we are going to fuck you, for as long as it takes, to give you a baby. We will then keep you till your 6 weeks, then we'll let you go home." He said. Helen cried, she tried to scream but she was just too upset. She couldn't believe this was going to happen to her. "Please... " she sobbed. "Let me go, you don't have to do this to me, please... " She cried and sobbed through the words. "I'm sorry darlin, I can't do that. You will just have to accept it love. You are going to have one of our baby's. Just like most of the others have. I'm sure you have thought about having a baby. We are just going to make that sooner than you thought." Said Will, he was the oldest of the group at 46. "How many men will I.... ?? " she cried again. "You mean, how many of us will be fucking you?" He asked. Cry. Sob. "Yes." She weakly confirmed. "20" Said the man. "There are 20 of us. We`re not all here all the time, we take shifts, you will most likely have around 10 to 12 each time." "Oh my... Please, you have to help me...." She said louder. Will placed his hand over Helen's mouth and shhhhh'd her, "there there baby girl, you will be home in no time, just remember. There is NO GOD.. You will need to prove to us that you believe that before we stop and let you go. Think about it babe, you think he would put you though this? " "I don't.... " Cry, sob. The frightened teenager couldn't think of what to say, or what to do, she prayed. After days of being tied to the bed, she was frustrated and even bored. Her fright had subsided and now she felt bitter and angry. She wanted to go home and as soon as possible. Helen was woken again by someone between her legs at her sex, he was licking her, she began to react instantly and her heart rate increased involuntarily, he was very skilled. Before she knew it, her head was spinning and her sex was burning, he was replaced by another, and another. Again she passed out after several exhausting hours of unwanted stimulation. Some days later, the process was repeated. Then again days later. Each time Helen was experiencing Orgasms without knowing what they were. When she woke she noticed a man walking by her bed. "Why haven't you started yet?" She asked "We start a few weeks after the abduction, that way we can be sure you haven't been traced by Police, and that there were no witnesses, we like to make sure the media attention has died down a bit. Because we only take religious girls, they are usually high profile cases, not too many of you goody-goody types would run away see. If we took troublemakers, they would just spect' they ran." said the man Helen tied her hardest to think how long she had been here, now many times she had slept, but she didn't even know for how long she was sleeping, sometimes she slept for hours, sometimes it felt like a few minutes, there was little for her to think about after accepting that she couldn't get away. Helen had her period , for the next 5 days she was changed by one of her captures after her daily shower. And during her trips to the toilet. Then a week after she had stopped bleeding, the men met and decided it was time to begin. When Helen woke something was different, she was still on the bed, her arms were still tied above her head but her legs were free, well, almost. Her body position was different too. Her feet were still tied but the rope was tied to her left ankle, it then ran under the bed and was tied to her right ankle, it meant her legs were wide apart but she could move them about 6 inches in either direction, then she noticed the worst and most scary thing so far. She was Naked. Under her bottom was something firm, that tilted her body back, her head was tied down, her pubis was the highest point on the bed. She felt a man sucking at her sex lips, she swooned and moaned. Her crying had stopped during her last session and she didn't see the point anymore. Her body was enjoying the attention, and her mind was starting to agree, if this was going to happen anyway, she might as well gain as much pleasure as possible. When she felt the man move, she thought another would take his place but he didn't, he got on his knees between her legs and pushed something against her sex, something soft but stiff, something large and warm. His cock. Her mind went wild, and her body followed, she began to fight. She screamed and pulled at her bonds, shouting at the man to stop, but he did not, he lined up the swollen head of his engorged organ and pushed it against her soaking wet hole, it only resisted for a split second, and then he slipped inside, Helen's own juices were helping her rapist get inside her easily, she felt so ashamed and guilty. She started to blame herself when a white flash of light went off in her head and her sex exploded in agony, his cock was entering her deeply, she knew in her heart, her virginity was gone, this was confirmed a second later when she felt the man's body pressed against her own, he was deep inside her. Helens' emotions were awash with guilt and rage, she felt so helpless, she felt dirty and sick. Her rapist was pulling and pushing inside her, the pain was unbearable and Helen screamed continuously through her first rape. He held still after a few minutes and grunted, he stayed inside her until she felt his soft cock slip out of her soaking pussy minutes later. Another man was there in a second, he pushed himself slowly inside her and began long strokes into Helen's small body. Much longer this time, he lasted much longer than the first man, but it felt almost the same to Helen, painful and torturous. When he finished he held still inside her till his cock was limp, then he pulled out of Helen and man number 3 got between her legs. He didn't fuck Helen immediately, first he pulled apart her pussy lips and sucked her sensitive clit. It took Helen a long time to react to this pleasurable act, her pussy was hurting inside, the pleasure from her attackers tongue eventually took over her mind and several minutes later her body shook and her pussy twitched though the convulsions of her orgasm. He then took his position and pushed himself inside Helen. For the next 4 hours Helen was raped by the 12 men, after 2 men had cum inside her, she was forced to orgasm against a tongue, then another 2 raped her, then another orgasm. Helen had lost count how many times she had been raped. She knew that each time the man finished he left his cock inside her to go limp, and the last few rapes she felt something running down her ass onto the cushion underneath her. Her pussy was full to the brim with sperm. When the last man finished, she felt him push something hard, metallic inside Helen which was still inside her when she woke the next day. 2 Days later whilst being fed by her captures she asked a man "How long till you know I am pregnant?" "We won't test you till 4 weeks from now, you will be raped again today, and every 2 days until the 3 weeks are up. Then once you are confirmed pregnant, we work on the religion part." He said. Helen was stunned, she was raging and angry again, how could this be happening, she wanted to blame someone, anyone, defiantly she said " I will never give up on God, I couldn't not believe." "Then you will never leave, the longer you are here, the worse it will get for you." He smiled at her knowing about previous girls torture's. They were brutal with the girls that wouldn't break. That night her ordeal began again, she was tied this time over the bed, laying legs on a cushion horizontal, The rest of her body down towards the floor, her hands were tied under the bed.. Her feet were tied together this time and tied under the bed to her hands. The position meant her pussy was downhill to her womb, the same with all of the groups rape positions, to fill her pussy with sperm and forced orgasms then pulling that sperm through her cervix and towards it's goal. The first man got on the bed and straddled her, he pushed his cock into her pussy from above her body, he squatted on his legs and rested his hands on her back as he rode her for 20 minutes then cumming deep as possible inside her, he made way for the second to begin his assault. She was then forced to cum by man 3, he then took his position laying down on top of the girl and fucking her that way. After 2 hours she had been fucked 8 times and cum 4. Then things took a turn for the worse for poor Helen. The next man took up position but she felt his cock pressing against her Anus, it was some how wet? Cold and wet? He forced his cock into her bum, it stretched and opened allowing entry, she screamed through the intense pain of his entry, and through the progression he made until his cock was completely engulfed in her tight throbbing ass. Hot pain seared her tended hole, the man didn't give a thought to her agony and fucked her firmly though her first anal rape. He quickened his strokes as he got more energetic, his cock seemed to grow and get harder, then he pulled out quickly without finishing, his cock was still hard, a few seconds later, he inserted into her pussy, fucking her quickly and firmly until he cum, then waited till his erection subsided before making way for the next man to repeat the process. Each man then took turns in Helen's rectum, always pulling out and finishing in her pussy. She was still forced to cum after every second sodomy. Helen cried and screamed through the next 3 hours of anal rape. When the ordeal was over, once again she slept with a plug inserted into her pussy to minimise waste though leakage. In the morning, she had to pull out the plug over the toilet and watch as the dead river of excess sperm oozed from her tight teenage cunt. The routine changed, but not much. She was still raped by everyone several times every 2 days, some men preferred her ass, some her pussy, but they always cum in her pussy. She started to receive the odd visit during her off days. Men would come in late at night and gag Helen, then fuck her and cum inside her, then leave. Sometimes 2, sometimes 3. But the gang nights were the worst. She hated it. After 2 weeks of this, she had been raped over 200 times, and taken over 200 male ejaculations inside her body. One night on an off day she was visited secretly by Will, the older man she recognised from her first days at the cabin. He sucked on her for a long time till she cum, then he inserted his cock into Helen and fucked her slowly but deeply. Helen felt something different about this man raping her, she felt like he was trying to be as nice as possible, he always took his time and never hurt her like the others, her body responded to his fucking and she even cum again during the rape. He noticed this and kissed Helen softly on the lips until he had finished a few minutes later, she was amazed and surprised, because she kissed him back. During the 3rd week of Helen's gang- rapes she cum during the vaginal sex increasingly often, it always happened to the girls in the end, their body couldn't hold off the pleasure anymore, the minds of these girls started to block out the pain and the shame of rape, and concentrate on the pleasure. Orgasms always resulted. They still forced orgasms after every 2 cum loads were deposited, any extra were a bonus for Helen. She had even begun to react to Anal sex, if the man wasn't too hard on her, or wasn't too large in size, she felt herself getting aroused when she was sodomised. She never managed to cum, not until one of the men played with her clitoris during his anal rape of her, she cum with him still inside her and she clenched around his pole, he accidentally cum in her ass. After this the men were prohibited from playing with her clit while fucking her ass. The visits continued, on her off day from the gang-rapes she would be fucked up to 6 times in her final week, the gang-rapes seemed to be much longer as well, sometimes going on for 8 hours + The final one was the worst. The men were loud and jolly In the room, Helen was tied against a chair, she was completely upside down, her pussy was vertical with her vagina pointing at the ceiling. Each man would be standing on the last full gang-rape of her scheduled 4 weeks. "All 20 of us usually do the last one darlin, that's why it's so busy in here today." the man chuckled to himself. The men were savage with her, all except for Will were violent in their rapes of Helen during that day and night, all 20 men fucked her at least 3 times, the rape went on for 11 hours. Helen was sodomised 44 times and pussy raped 23 times. Every-man cum inside her pussy. She was also forced to cum repeatedly through the rapes and in between. The final man in her ass was not someone she recognised at all, he must be new she thought, he was horrible to Helen, his cock was the largest by far and he didn't even use any lubrication, he just pushed his huge cock into her anus and fucked her as hard as he could for 40 minutes stretching her young bum hole to the largest size her anus had ever been stretched. She cried and sobbed through her last rape of the night. For 2 days Helen enjoyed no rapes. Will had stopped by and made her cum by eating her pussy for a while, but nobody fucked Helen. It was time for the test. For 4 weeks Helen had been repeatedly raped without protection, her 3 tests all came back positive. She was pregnant. "Congratulations babe, your pregnant." one of the men said to her. Helen cried, partly out of relief and partly because she didn't want this to be real. Her being pregnant after the first 4 weeks was a good thing, she didn't' see it but it prevented the next step taken by the group, which was daily gang-use until the test was positive, some girls were there for months being raped 50 times a day until they tested positive. "O.K." Sniff. Sob.. "So what now.... " Young Helen cried her words out. She just wanted to go home. "Now you have to loose your faith." He smiled. Helen lay quietly sobbing to herself until she fell to sleep. She was woken at 9 AM by someone pulling her from the bed, It was the first time she had been without cuffs or ropes around her wrists. She felt relief but it was short-lived. She finally saw outside of the room she was in, she had spent the entire time during her captivity in a 20 foot square wooden room with dirty plastic windows and horrible naked bulb's lighting the room sparsely, casting ugly shadows on every wall. When she was lead from the room through a corridor, she was lead into a house, she glimpsed a view of the countryside from one of the windows, the Sun... it was the first time she'd seen it in months. The house was huge, a mansion of some kind, large expensive looking furniture placed against every wall. Helen tried not to seem like she was looking, she just followed the man until he stopped walking, she was in a bedroom. There were several Men already in the room. Most of the men were Naked and had erections. She thought she was in for another gang-rape. "Tie her for her first punishment. " said the man in charge. He was wearing all black and held a whip in his hand. Helen saw it and looked scared to death. Helen was bound by 2 men on a large double bed placed in the middle of the room, she was tied on all fours over a soft cushioned box, hands and arms were tied tightly to the headboard, feet were tied together and then to the bottom of the bed, her knees were secured to the bed also. Helen was completely immobilised by her restraints. She couldn't move an inch. The man behind her spoke now, she was waiting for this. She thought she had a plan. "Do you believe in God Helen?" He asked. "No. I don't believe, I don't think god would put me through this, so he can't be real, I believe you. I don't think there is a god." She said quickly. "I don't believe your telling the truth Helen, a lot of girls have said the same thing in your position to try and prevent the torture you are about to suffer. But it's not going to work, I want you to HATE people who believe in god by the time you leave. " "I don't know what to say, you won't believe me if I say No and you will whip me if I say yes... so I can't win anyway. What do you want me to do to prove it?" "Nothing at the moment." He said. The first lash of the whip hit Helen on her tiny soft backside. An angry red line appeared almost instantly, then the sweat started to show on Helen's white back, her scream was deafening, when she stopped after 10 seconds another lash landed. The man continued for over 20 minutes by which time Helen was covered in whip marks. She eventually stopped screaming after each lash of the whip. Her body had began rejecting the pain, her mind was numb, her body was catching up, she just stared straight ahead to the bible on the table in front of the bed. She could see the leather cover, the gold words on the front, she could feel the lashes as she studied the book, but pain had stopped registering in her mind. After another 20 minutes Helen was unconscious. The man stopped. When she woke a Man was fucking her from behind. The pain was unbearable against Helens tortured ass. When he cum several minutes later another man did the same. Then another. Then another. Then another. After all 12 of the men had fucked her they began hitting her ass with paddles. This continued for several minutes until her ass felt like it was on fire. They stopped just before the blistering stage. She passed out again and when she woke she was fucked again my each man in turn. Helen didn't know what she needed to do to get out of this. Little did she know, the men were simply breaking Helen, so she didn't believe in anything anymore. Towards the end, most girls would rather die than be released. For 4 days Helen received several punishments and many gang-rapes. Some were all anal rapes, some were vaginal, men no longer had to cum in her pussy, they sometimes cum inside her ass, sometimes her pussy, but sometimes they came around the table and made her take their loads in her mouth, she was forced to swallow several times per day, she choked and gagged each time, she threw up a few times after a smelly fat prick had dumped it's creamy load in her mouth. On the 5th day in the bedroom when Helen woke, a man was standing once again with the Whip. " Do you believe god will save you? Have you prayed to god?" He asked "No. I swear I haven't Prayed, I don't think God will save me." Helen said desperately. "Better." Said the man, and then began another severe whipping. Helen was hit over a hundred times, over her back and shoulders, her ass and her legs, even on her feet. The pain was incredible for most of the punishment, but then a numbness came over her and she felt nothing but hopelessness, she just stared at the book on the table. Before the gang rape started that day, the leader pushed a vibrating phallus into Helen's pussy, it went deep and on the outside of the base were 2 plastic clips similar to bulldog clips, these were fixed to Helen's outer lips and held the fake cock in place, he turned it on, and then took his position inside her ass, he rode her quickly and firmly, as did each man, she cum several times over the next 3 hours, sometimes with a man in her ass which caused a great thrill. Some of the men insisted on cumming in her mouth, even after fucking her ass hard, they would push their shit stained cock in her throat and hold her long hair while fucking her mouth till they exploded. When Helen woke the next day her hands were behind her back, she had been tied at her wrists and her elbows which caused her firm youthful breasts to stick out as far as possible. Her legs had been tied to the walls via a series of pulleys, they were spread as wide as they would go, which since Helen did Ballet, was almost in a full split, her small pussy gaped open and revealed her clitoris. Her ass wasn't touching the bed, just her arms, feet restraints and shoulders supported her weight. The position alone was torture for the innocent young girl. It was about to get much, much worse. "We have found out many things about girls bodies since we started doing this, and the most painful thing we have found that doesn't cause permanent injury is, girls cannot stand being flogged directly on their pussies." The man said, he was clearly enjoying this. "No.... NO... PLEASE... NO... I'll do ANYTHING... PLEASE!!!... Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease... " Helen broke down in tears.... She yelled and screamed at the men to stop, but nothing would stop them, nothing. When the first lash of the leather slapped against her open pussy Helen's entire body went taught, every muscle in her body went rigid at once, then she convulsed and pissed herself on the bed. She got control of her body after a second, the second lash repeated the process, a small amount of urine dribbled down her pussy down passed her ass and ran down her back, some of it going on the bed. The 2 inch wide leather flogger went splat against Helens' piss-wet pussy and depressed her clitoris hard, the pain was excruciating. The man left a 5 second gap between each lash, which made it even worse for Helen. After 20 lashes, Helen felt like her clitoris had been cut off. Her bladder had emptied completely all over the bed in short bursts after each lash of the cruel man. Then another gang-fuck began, it actually hurt more in her tortured pussy than in her ass, she was almost relieved to feel a hard helmet being pressed against her puckered sphincter. She endured another 3 hour gang-rape by which time exhaustion had taken Helen far, far away into deep sleep. Some of the men didn't mind, and fucked sleeping Helen anyway till they were satisfied. Helen endured a tit-lashing the next day, each of her small firm teenage breasts were whipped and flogged until her nipples began to bleed. The next day her breasts were black and blue with deep bruising. She whimpered and begged the men to stop, she assured each one that she wouldn't go to church ever again and she would no longer believe in god If she were released. The leader even began to believe Helen was telling the truth, but that wasn't enough to release her, not yet. When Helen woke on day 8 of her new routine she was tied differently again, she was in a full Hog-tie and she wasn't touching the bed at all, the bonds were tied to the ceiling and walls around her. She was upside-down. The blood had collected in her face and head and made her dizzy and sick. The next torture would be worse. Helen was pierced. Her nipples and her outer pussy-lips were pierced and hoops were passed through each hole. Helen was hysterical throughout, But worse was yet to come. Helen felt heat, intense heat against her ass. It was scolding, she screamed, then it became too bad to cope with. The heat made her blood boil, her ass must have been burned off she thought. It felt like a blowtorch, it lasted 20 seconds and then something super cold and wet replaced the heat. Helen fainted, but then awoke seconds later to the other cheek burning, then exploding in agony, when it stopped Helen couldn't even talk, she wanted to know what was happening but couldn't use her body to ask. 2 days later. "Helen... Helen.... Helen..... " A man said lightly touching her face with his hands." It was Will, she hadn't seen him in days and since he had Never hurt Helen she felt like she wanted to reach out and hug him. She couldn't move. She was on her side, she felt like she was wearing a huge nappy. The pain was there, but less intense. A dull itching ache in her skin. "What happened to me?" She asked Will. "You got branded darlin' They put your number on your ass." He said, like it was normal. "What number?" "You are number 42 babe. You are our 42nd girl. My favourite too. " he smiled and she felt so much love for him. Strange to find love in this place of horror, but since she hadn't seen any affection since she arrived, she wanted to kiss him, she longed to touch him.... She wanted to... she was amazed and surprised... she wanted to fuck him. She wanted to ask, but in her medical dressings there was no way it could happen. " What do I have to do to get out of here? " She asked. His eye's told her he wanted to say something, he was about to get up when she put her small hand on top of his and begged. "Please... I know you want to help me. Please... " she pleaded. Will got close to her ear and whispered. "The girls only get let go when they are totally broken. When he asks you a question, just stare blank at the wall and don't say nothin" Said will as quiet as possible, then he gave Helen a wink and walked away. Helen pretty much lived on the bed for the next week., a catheter took care of her urine output, she occasionally had to go to the toilet but rarely, she was only fed liquid meals. Her dressings were taken off and changed each day, a wet, cold compress was taken off her ass and within a few minutes pain would register, then when the new pack was attached to her by her bindings, she felt the soothing comfort. The only sexual contact she had was men who would talk by and put their cock in her mouth till they cum, this happened 6 times a day... there or there abouts. When she came around one day she was upright, she was sitting on her bare ass on the bed, but didn't feel too much pain, a man was sitting in front of her. When she awoke she didn't say anything. He handed Helen a picture of her bottom, an A4 glossy image. She recognised it's small white round shape as an ass, but she didn't know it was hers, she looked at the detail, deep bruises coming to the end of their short lives, more slightly redder welt's obviously newer. Then large Red and black letters with tiny blisters all over them in 5 inch tall lettering. #42 on her left cheek and F.E. on her right. "This was 2 days after it happened Helen, This one is now." And he handed her another picture of the same size. This one looked much healthier. Her lettering was a white and pink scar tissue colour, her welts and bruising had almost gone. The man looked at her nipples and pussy. Then turned her over and looked at her ass, he was examining her like a Doctor. Helen thought he must be. Then he confirmed it by going over to a man and explaining that Helen was perfectly OK, no infections and healing up nicely. Helen felt better after she had heard that news, but she shouldn't have. It meant the rapes would begin a new, and when they did she held on to the information Will had given her, she hoped she would be questioned again soon. She tried not to react during her many gang-rapes, the pain was incredible when they all took her from behind, her ass was still very tender, Her pussy piercings hurt sometimes when the men would go hard on her. Will, she noticed was still so gentle and lovely when he fucked her, she cum EVERY time he did and enjoyed every second of his rapes. She noticed something strange out of the corner of her eye during one of her gang-rapes, she thought she saw the blue material and silver trimmings of a policeman's uniform, she thought she was hallucinating at first, but then she saw it again, and again. She turned her head during one of the rapes and confirmed it was a policeman fucking her. She thought nothing of it, Until later. In the evening she was blindfolded and handcuffed on the bed while her rapes continued. When the day was almost done, the sun was going down there were 3 people in her room talking about Helen being one of their favourite fucks so far... she heard the crackle of a police radio and a womans voice broke the silence. "Charlie William 44 come in please... Charlie William 44 come in..." A man stood and left the room but was close enough outside that she could still hear him. "Go Ahead Despatch" Said the man. " We have your warrant for Abbot house Lieutenant" Helen didn't know what any of this meant, but she would remember anyway, it could help when she went to the police, she wanted to get justice for what happened to her, she wanted the men to pay. "My day just keeps getting better boys" Said the man when he came back in the room and undid his trousers, he took out his cock and pulled Helen down the bed where he raped her as the others watched, he was brutal and grunted through his savage abuse of her young body, the other men quickly followed him and Helen kept quiet and still as possible. 4 days later. "Do you think God is watching you? Do you think he likes watching you get raped?" The man asked. Helen stared in to space and said nothing. Just blinked slowly every few minutes." Do you think you will be welcomed back to church when you go home Helen?" He asked again. Nothing, no reaction. " Can you hear me Helen? Look at me.... Look at me." He repeated. She didn't look, she just stared at the wall, even when the man took hold of her face she looked away from him. He left the room and came back shortly after. She felt cold and then a stabbing in her arm, a cold liquid seeped into her vein and just as the lights went out she heard the man say .... " Our work here is done boys..." then she fell softly into darkness. When Helen woke she was lying on some grass, she sat up and looked around quickly, but it was too dark to see anything. She got up and walked slowly while her eyes adjusted to the light, then she recognised the park near her house. She walked to the park, she found a place to hide and she waited till the sun came up, she wanted to see her father again, but she wanted it to be light outside. She wanted to see the SUN before she saw ANYTHING else. Amazingly Helen slept peacefully, she was sure it was over, and that she was free. At 9:22 AM there was a knock on the door, Parker Simpson opened the door quickly and saw a sight he hadn't seen in 5 months. His daughter Helen. Dirty and unkempt but alive. She smiled at her father as tears began to fall down her face. He didn't move, just stared wide eyed at the Daughter who had disappeared. 2 weeks later. "Ok Helen, I know we've taken up a lot of your time with this investigation but I need you to focus on this last 3 line-outs. You have already put most of these criminals behind bars, we just need a little more of your time." said the stern, female police captain. Helen walked with the Police-woman to a window, she knew the routine all too well having seen 20 lineout's already, her memory had held well, and the police message she had heard had lead the vice detectives to the corrupt police-man rapist, he had given up all of the men for a plea and Helen was picking them out of line-ups for the court cases. The first window she saw one of the men, she recognised him instantly, his fat gut and dirty unshaven face... "3" she said.. "I'm 100% sure." The next window she saw the leader.... "5" he was the leader or something. He told the others what to do, he always did all the talking in their meetings. In the next room she saw Will standing at number 6. She looked at his deep blue eye's, he looked like someone's favourite grandfather. She felt no hatred or anger towards him, he had been the only nice thing about being held by the men. "I'm sorry detective, I don't recognise any of them." She said. "Your sure... take another look for me." "I'm certain, I would recognise them if they were there, I saw all of their faces clearly everyday, none of these men were part of the gang that raped me." she said confidently. "Ok thank you for your time." Said the police lady, she looked frustrated. Helen knew it was probably a mistake, this man might go on to hurt other girls, but she just couldn't bring herself to say anything... she liked Will. She knew he liked her too." 6 months later. On a Sunday morning Helen sat in a car with her 20 yr old secret boyfriend, her belly was huge, disproportionate to her small childlike body, her boyfriend held her hand and they talked about the baby being born. He had been fucking Helen since they got together months before, just weeks after her release from the rapists. He knew she had gotten pregnant from being raped, but supported her decision to keep the baby. Something good would come from the evil of the men's actions she had said, he already thought something good had, a sexual active beautiful 14 yr old girlfriend. All but 1 of the 20 men had been convicted of multiple rapes and torture and kidnapping, each were serving life sentences without the possibility of parole. Helen being so open and honest with the police and the media about her ordeal convinced other victims of the group to come forward, they faced 12 brave girls in court, the others were too scared or still too broken. Still hiding away frightened. Helen had given up her religion as promised, she no longer believed. "Ok, you can tell me if you want." Said Chris, Helen's boyfriend. "It's a boy." She said. "Amazing, I thought it would be a boy." He said. "Any names yet?" "Will." said Helen. The End.

Ellen's Sex Shop 3: Tinker's Workshop Tinker was delighted as she looked over her small audience. While some of Ellen's girls loved the various sale drives and events over all else, Tinker preferred the workshops. Trisha had come by her nickname of "Tinker" honestly, she was the store's de facto expert on sex toys of all types and the little seminars she ran as an extra for their VIP customers were her preferred duty at Ellen's Delights. Today was even better than usual, as this particular, rather small, class was among her favorites to teach. It was also among the most hands-on. Which accounted for a good chunk of why it had that status. There were only three women in attendance. The hands-on nature of the class made it a rare exception to the shop's firm "look but don't touch" rule and, as a result, anyone who wanted to attend had to be hand-selected by either Tinker or Ellen. Even if the waiver's these girls signed would protect the shop legally, no one wanted a black mark on the shop's reputation if someone unable to handle the seminar ended up in attendance. The women covered a range of ages, the youngest was barely twenty, the second appeared in her early thirties, and Tinker knew the last was forty-three, even if the brunette looked barely out of her teens. The older woman, Karina, wasn't particularly vain, merely rich, and saw no reason not to spend a far bit of money on the best anti-aging gene mods and rejuv treatments money could buy. She was also, ironically, the only newbie to the class. The other two, Diana and Lily had attended a variation of this class the week before. She was also fairly sure the two of them had been "practicing" on each other since then. They seemed to be more familiar with the subject matter than the single previous seminar could account for. Which, given that the topic of this workshop was two-person toys, certainly meant they were partnering with someone, even if not with each other. It was, of course, the topic which accounted for the rare hands-on policy, as it was virtually impossible to teach without that concession. They would cover three toys over the course of the night, and two required some measure of active participation. The first toy for the evening was a fairly basic double dildo, for Karina's benefit, Diana and Lily had covered it already. Later, they would swap to a pair of much more high-tech solutions, a hard light strap-on with some extra features, and an echo neural stimulator. Tinker finished setting up the program they'd need for the echo stimulator, and turned to her students. "Alright! We're ready to go. Now, since Karina is new, we're going to go back over the double dong for her benefit. On that note, everyone strip! No room for modesty here." She immediately put her own actions to words, peeling off the shapewear top she'd been wearing for work. Her B-cups were the smallest of all the shop girls and, while she liked their sensitive perkiness, the shapewear helped her get maximum use out of what she had. As her breasts met cool air it became clear to any that hadn't known that her minor metal fetish, shown before in a nose ring, lip ring, and trio of piercings in each ear, was continued on the rest of her body. In addition to the, almost expected, belly-button ring, each of her small nipples were pierced, and her cleavage sported a vertical sternum piercing. As she rapidly divested herself of the tight pants and thong that had completed her minimal outfit, the others were shown that her piercings went even further down, with a vertically pierced clitoris hood and a pair of rings through either outer lip. Tinker had, unsurprisingly, been the first finished. Diana and Lily had expected the command, and both were nearly finished. Diana was down to just her panties, and those came off as Tink glanced at her. The youngest member of the group, her hard, athletic body showed off her active lifestyle, powerful but lithe muscle stretched out on a perfect swimmers body. Lily finished a moment later, her soft, petite, but no less alluring form a startling contrast to Diana's. Their hair, short-cropped golden blond and ass-length raven black respectively, emphasized the physical contrast. Karina was, honestly, probably expecting the order to strip as well. She'd been to other workshops with Tinker, and it was an almost universal need for any of the advanced classes. She'd clearly been caught out at the abruptness, or else had simply been perving on the other girls stripping, as she still had her bra and panties on when Lily finished. Tink honestly suspected it was the latter. She was well aware that Karina had an almost frightening sex-drive. She also figured that turnabout was fair-play, so she made no effort to pretend she wasn't soaking in the sight of the older woman's amazing body. Those gene-mods of hers had done far more than slow her aging. They'd granted her a rather epic pair of E-cups, a 5' 9" body, and one of the most amazing rears Tink had ever laid eyes on. She had curves in all the right places, somehow making the oversized breasts look completely fitting on her supermodel frame. The woman caught her looking and grinned, striking a subtle pose and blowing her a kiss. Tink laughed, then waved to gather their attention. "Okay. Since we have that little formality out of the way," that got a giggle from Lily, "I wanted to ask Diana and Lily if the two of you are comfortable demonstrating the techniques we learned last time for Karina?" The two of them looked at each other, shrugged, then nodded back to Tinker. Lily spoke for the pair of them, "Sure. We've gotten some practice in with them since last time, so hopefully we can get it right." Tink mentally pat herself on the back for her earlier guess. "Good. Let's grab the toys, go over their single-person use, then have you demo the best options for paired usage." She led the way over to a long table arrayed on one wall of the small room and pulled back a black cloth to show off her choices for their first exercise. The luridly purple, double ended toys revealed were a low-tech jelly material, smaller at one end than the other and intended to be easily bent over double. She passed them around to the other women, gave them a lube packet, then shooed them back to the padded mats and cushions laid out on the floor. She joined them on a mat facing them, leaning back against a padded wedge, bending her knees and spreading to give them a good view. She motioned for them to copy her, and spoke up when they had. "Alright. This is pretty basic, and not really the main focus of our workshop, so we'll cover this quick." She took a quick, mostly professional, glance at each woman's slit. All of them were already wet to some degree, but only Karina was wet enough for an immediate start. Hopefully, watching her would get the other two going properly. "Now, since I assume you're all big girls and know how to use a dildo normally," that got snickers and snorts, "I'll cover the one unique masturbation option with a double dong like these." She picked hers up from where she'd set it on the floor. "They are obviously designed for double self-penetration and beyond that the only thing to note about them, mostly for Karina, is that they go from ridiculously floppy, almost unmanageably so, to fairly rigid when they are bent into a U shape." She slapped the unbent dong on her knee, then bent it in half and did the same, it was noticeably less pliant once bent. "That's obviously useful once you get it in, but managing it up to the point can be a bit of an art form, and something only practice can help you with." She picked up the bottle of lube she'd left next to her wedge. "Getting onto to the main thrust of the matter." Just eye rolls that time. Well, it was a pretty bad joke. "It technically doesn't matter which hole you start with when you're going for double penetration with one of these monsters. However, I personally fine it easiest to start with my asshole, as working around the already inserted vaginal end can be a bit awkward, particularly if you're new to the experience. That it's harder to get that bit in for many women, just makes starting there even more logical as far as I'm concerned." She squirted a generous amount of lube onto the smaller end of the toy, then set the bottle aside to work it in with both hands. "If you aren't experienced with anal play, or for that matter even if you are, I recommend working a couple of fingers in first. This particular toy isn't huge, but some of the others we sell definitely are." She put action to her words, taking a lube-covered hand and beginning to work some of it into her rosebud. She didn't really need it, with how often she did this sort of thing, but best to set a good example. She glanced at her charges again, and noted that all three were notably more aroused now. Good. She slipped a finger in and lubed her insides thoroughly. "If you feel you are ready, grab your lube and beginning applying it to the toy and yourself while I insert." She was gratified to see all three of them do so, and amused that Karina was the slowest about it, splitting her attention to watch Tink avidly. Tink pressed the smaller head of the toy to her rear opening and relaxed her muscles. She teased the opening for just a few moments before sinking half the length of the toy in with the ease of long experience. She gave a couple of perfunctory thrusts, then turned her attention to the others. Lily was already in the process of inserting her own toy, not needing prompting, and it looked like Diana was about to join her. Karina was behind, and not just because she had been watching Tinker. She was visibly having a bit of a hard time wrangling the toy in its unbent state. "Karina, go ahead and bend it a bit, even just a small bend with make it easier to position." The older woman nodded and tried it, quickly managing to get it under control and in position. She was either more eager than the others, or perhaps just more used to anal, as she inserted the toy with nearly as much grace as Tinker herself had. By that time all three had the smaller end of their dildo's inserted, and the imagine they created, legs spread with lengthy jelly dongs lewdly dangling, was enough to penetrate Tink's professionalism slightly. She licked her lips, feeling a flush of high arousal beginning to tint her pale skin. She cleared her throat, ignored a knowing looking from Karina, and started teaching again. "Okay. Now that we've got step one complete, the rest is pretty obvious. Which doesn't mean it's easy, sadly." Grasping her dildo, she withdrew it until only three inches were inside her. "The only real tips I can give you at this point are to only keep a minimal amount of the toy insert, I use about three inches, and to clench down gently if you can without pain, it will provide a bit of stability while maneuvering the toy." She bent her toy over, easily aligning it with her core. She paused before inserting. "Also, it should go without saying that you should use lube here as well, if you need it. I'm gene modded for extra natural lubrication, so don't feel you have to try to match me." Warning given, Tink pressed the head of the bent toy into her lips, easily taking the modest size despite her own tightness. That extra lubrication mod was awesome. Well, that and she did this a lot. She sank both ends of the dildo in as far as she could, then examined how well the others were doing. Diana and Lily were no surprise, they'd been through this with her in the previous session and both were hilting their own toys as she glanced up at then, Diana letting out a low moan as she did so. Karina was a bit more surprising, she'd beaten everyone but Tink herself, already having the toy buried inside her and now focusing on Diana. Diana noticed the attention and blushed slightly, she likely hadn't meant to let the moan escape. They'd discovered, last time, that she was incredibly responsive to the full feeling the double penetration gave. Tink chuckled at the byplay and picked up the thread of her lecture. "The last bit is actually more annoying than you'd think. It can be a bit awkward to manage thrusting the toy, the jelly doesn't give the greatest hand hold. The best thing to do is simply experiment, though I will mention that one of the most effective options is to place the outside portion against a surface, hold it there, and thrust against it." She spun on her wedge, she'd selected it with this in mind and under the padding the surface was just hard enough for the demonstration to work. She leaned forward as far as she could, to give them a view of what she was doing from behind, and used one hand to trap the U of the dildo bend against the wedge. Using the other hand for balance farther up the incline, she slowly lifted herself off the double dildo, biting off a moan of her own at the feeling, then pressed back down. She repeated the motion several more times, then fully impaled herself and spun back around. "Alright people, play around with your options for a few minutes. Diana, Lily, I've already helped you, so just enjoy yourself. Karina, I'll help you figure out what works for you." Tink, very regretfully, removed her toy, and moved over to help Karina. It took a few minutes to satisfy the woman, she refused to switch to the easier position at first. Once Tinker realized why, she shifted the horny woman's wedge so that she'd get a good view of Diana and Lily working themselves from the new position. She tried not to roll her eyes when she got immediate compliance. She left the older woman to her increasingly eager efforts, moving to check on the other pair. Finding nothing of note with them, aside from the fact that they were both hot and she really wanted to force a few more of the cute noises Diana was making out of her, she reluctantly shifted over to the supply table. She picked up a pair of much stiffer, and somewhat thicker, double-enders and moved back to her instructor's mat. She watched for a few moments more, holding the dongs in one hand while she idly played with one pierced nipple. Lily's efforts to keep quiet were failing almost as badly as Diana's now, and Karina wasn't attempting to keep quiet at all. She was tempted to just let them finish, but being worked up would make the next bit smoother. She cleared her throat loudly, "Okay, ladies! You've obviously got this down, time to move on." Diana came back to awareness the most abruptly, blushing hotly as she spotted Karina watching her. Lily merely pouted, and Karina glared at Tinker, prompting Tinker to grin and wink at her. That seemed to throw her off, and she settled down, withdrawing her toy and readjusting herself to face Tinker. "Diana, Lily, as you two have agreed to demonstrate this for us, why don't you push your mats together, then lie down as I showed you last time." Both girls nodded and readily complied. Diana seemed a tad nervous, but settled down when her smaller partner gently touched her elbow. Once the mats were in place the girls lay nearly crotch-to-crotch, legs spread wide and overlapping. Tinker had taken the time to set one of the firmer dongs aside, and mildly lube both ends of the other. Both girls were visibly dripping, but a little lube was a good policy anyway. She waved Karina to their other side, and when the woman silently complied Tink knelt to hand the dildo over to Lily, who appeared by far the more comfortable of the two. Once Lily silently took the offered toy Tinker began her lecture, directing her words at Karina. "Now, there are a fairly large number of positions that the double dildo can be used in. The one our volunteers here," she waved and the pair, "are demonstrating, is the easiest for unassisted newbies. Note the leg positioning and the small distance, only about five-inches, that they've left between them. If you're using a truly monstrous toy, rather than the fairly tame twelve-incher we have here, you might need a bit more space, but this is just about perfect for what we have. Lily, if you would insert your end please?" Lily nodded and quickly pressed the toy to her slit. She smirked a little and fluttered her eyelashes at the unabashedly starting Karina, then slowly sheathed far more than just her half, stopping at about ten inches. Lily giggled as the older woman licked her lips, then she reversed direction until only half the toy was inside her. Tinker shook her head but grinned a bit at the showboating. "Good, Lily. Now Diana, if you would?" The other girl was clearly far less comfortable with her audience, but complied fairly swiftly regardless. She grabbed the unattended end of the dildo and shifted her hips to insert it, she got about three inches in, leaving four in her partner and five between them, then looked up at Tinker for instructions. "Good. Now, at this point you have two options, but for both of them you want a bit more even of an insertion. If you two would close the gap a bit?" They did, and the ease with which they, silently, ended up with five inches each and two in the middle showed clear evidence of how much they'd been practicing together. "Perfect. Now, if I remember right, Diana, you had the better muscle control, correct?" The blond nodded and Tink continued. "Good, if you'll tighten down then?" She nodded again and Tinker looked up at Karina. "Often the easiest way to do this is for one girl to clamp down with her vaginal muscles, this will allow them to move with it thrusting in and out of Lily only." She motioned for them to start, and the girls began moving. As they came together, pussy's kissing, then drew apart again, the dildo stayed firmly rooted in Diana, the other eight inches repeatedly impaling a softly mewling Lily. Tink was pleased when, after a half dozen thrusts, the switched without needing to be told. She stopped them after they'd flipped twice more. "Now, sadly, this has the downside of been a bit rough on the body without enough pleasure to get off easily. Still fun, but really just a warmup. Once you get a good rhythm you can mostly stop clamping down, only doing so as needed. The only thing to remember is that both of them need to want the other to get off for it to work naturally." She nodded to the girls and they picked up where they left off, only this time they weren't sticking to a pattern of slow thrusts. Instead, they steadily built speed, freely exchanging the dong. Within a dozen thrusts a change came over Diana and she lifted herself with her arms, zoning out as she used the leverage to add a grinding motion and deeper thrusts. Both girls were moaning, panting, and rapidly beginning to glisten with sweat. Tink watched silently for a moment, then leaned in to whisper in Diana's ear, wanting to advise her without breaking her trance. "Di, with Lily's build you should lower your angle just a--" Lily cried out on the next thrust, looking surprised at the increased pleasure the sudden change had forced. "There you go, perfect." She smiled and let the two get on with it. She grabbed the other dildo, not bothering to lube it. She was soaked, and Karina's juices had been running down her thighs from the moment Lily showed off her talents. Karina resisted moving away from the humping couple, at least until Tink waved the dong in her face. The older woman's eyes lit up and she towed Tink to another pair of mats, these already pressed together. Tinker couldn't help but laugh at the eagerness. The older woman just smiled. "Thank what you want, my dear. I haven't gotten any in nearly two weeks!" Tink shook her head and quickly stopped the woman from mimicking the pose of the other girls. "You've seen the basics of that pose, and anyone can figure it out with a bit of time. We'll try one of the other options. Normally, I'd work you through both, but with the others a session ahead of you...." She nodded happily enough. "Say no more, I'm just glad you let me join late." She spread her arms. "Now, how do you want me?" Tink grinned, Karina's easy going nature was the main reason they'd let her join late. That, and the fact that another girl had dropped after the first session. "We'll go with a simple doggy style, get down on your hands and knees, facing away from me." Tink dropped to her own knees, but didn't face away from the other woman yet. Once Karina complied, even arching her back a bit to present her dripping pussy for inspection, Tinker lined the dong up and gently pressed it home. Karina moaned lewdly and actively bucked into the thrust, aroused beyond any thought of control. She knew she shouldn't, but Tink couldn't help thrusting a couple of times, delighting in the unforced gasps and groans the woman under her hand let out. She forced herself the stop after a half dozen thrusts, leaving the double dong buried halfway into the woman. She quickly positioned herself to take her own end, backing up to press her dripping slit to the dildo. "The easiest way to do this is to just have the second woman reach between her legs and handle the alignment, rather than trying to do it hands-free. Clamp down for a moment, if you can." She suited actions to words, aligning the toy with a hand and sheathing it inside her, backing up to press right into the other woman's ass. There was almost no movement into Karina as she did so, showing the brunette had excellent muscle control. Somehow, Tink wasn't surprised. "Alright, you can release. I could try to walk you through this, but I think we're better off just experimenting." She didn't wait for a response, clamping her own muscles down and pulling the dong most of the way out of Karina, then pushing her hips back roughly, fucking the older woman with the toy and setting the tone. Karina let out a happy moan and started awkwardly trying to help. The first few attempts were almost comical, as they always were with newbies. But, surprisingly quickly, Karina got in sync with her and TInk found herself enjoying the experience. She should have called it quits, she could see Diana and Lily had finished and were watching them, but she wanted to cum and knew Karina was damn near desperate for it. She applied her hard-earned skill, angling the dildo for maximum pleasure to the both of them. Karina came within a few more strokes, and clamped down tight on the toy. Tink took full advantage, roughly fucking herself with the rooted toy, angling her thrusts for her own pleasure only. She quickly hit her own peak, tumbling over the edge with a gasp. They both collapsed for a few moments, but Tink was back up quickly, Karina not far behind. Tink walked to the supply table, energized by the experience far more than drained. She clapped her hands together. "Well! I'd say that went well. Now, on to the good stuff!" They smiled eagerly back at her. She whipped off another cloth, revealing...a trio of metal belts? She chuckled at their puzzled expressions and picked one up. She held it up, folding down a pair of metal strips from inside the belt. The two thin strips ran down from the belt, through where the crotch would rest, and back up to the belt. Despite passing through the crotch, they were clearly designed to sit on either side of the wearer's slit, granting access in much the same way a pair of crotchless panties would. "These are among my absolute favorite two-person toys. Let me show you why." She tapped a small control on the side of the belt and it sprang to life with a low hum. A glowing holographic plate appeared first, between the two strips, covering where the wearer's pussy would rest. A hard light cock, quite realistic looking save for its vivid red coloring, jutted out from the plate a few moments later. She turned the belt, showing them that another, somewhat smaller, cock had formed on the inside, obviously intended to penetrate the wearer. "These belts use dozens of small hard light emitters, and they do far more than just mimic a more traditional strap-on." She carefully mimed the motion of a thrust, while still letting them see inside, which took rather a lot of practice. She was gratified to see the realization on their faces as they watched the smaller inside cock grow and shrink with the thrust. "I see you all understand. The hard light emitters thrust the internal cock in and out with the exact timing and power of the wearer's own thrusts, effectively allowing them to fuck themselves as well as their partner. More, they can even vibrate, and the system translates motions it can't mimic as appropriate levels of vibration." She grinned and added, "it even does a decent job of translating blowjobs into appropriately powered vibrations, so you can actually get off by your partner blowing the light-cock." She could see they were eager to begin, so she cut to the chase. "The major learning curve for this toy rests on the wearer, so I'll act as a receiver for at least one of you. Alternatively, if you all want to try the wearer side, I'm willing to receive for all three of you. Either singly, two at a time if you want to try the blowjobs, or even all three if you're feeling really adventurous. Take a few minutes to discuss it amongst yourselves." Karina practically dragged the other two away, and TInk busied herself with double checking the toys. She suspected she knew which option the older woman would try to talk the younger two into, but had no idea if they'd go for it. She was pleasantly surprised when they returned and Karina announced their decision. "Get those toys on us and bend over girlie, we're all taking you at once." Tink grinned happily. Even most of these groups didn't go for that option, and it was an awesome experience. It wasn't everyday she could get pounded by three-cocks at once, even if they were fake-cocks. Well, she supposed she could, but she didn't. She scooped up all three of the belts and set about showing the girls how to adjust the semi-rigid metal to their differing body types. She mischievously targeted Diana first, not warning her about the automatic "fitting" program that the hi-tech belts used to calibrate the projectors for the wearer. The delightful squeak the girl let out when the belt activated and abruptly penetrated her, thrusting several times, rapidly, and with different sizes and shapes of cock, threatened to shatter what little remained of Tink's professional mask. The only thing that saved her was being torn between maniacal cackling and giggles. Once she had them all squared away, a trio of well-lubed eight-inch fake-cocks pointing at her, she swept them over to the mats and gave a quick lecture before the impending lack of ability to speak. "Alright girls. I've gone over the basic operations and minor safety points, so just three last bits. First, as a last note on the toy usage, if you haven't used a strap-on before thrusting may feel awkward at first. It will likely take you a few tries to get a feel for it, so don't worry if you have a comical miscue or three. Second, make sure you don't wipe yourselves out before you each get a chance to experience both a blowjob and penetration. Also, remember that we have another toy to cover tonight, so don't completely run yourselves out of steam. Third, and relating to the previous two, don't worry about me. I'll likely lose it pretty quickly with all three of those monsters making themselves felt, but I've done much more intense things before. I've also got mods that help, so don't be alarmed unless I actually pass out." Diana and Lily looked a little nervous about that, but Karina just nodded, she likely had a few of those mods herself. It was a needful warning for them, regardless. Tink had a bit of a hair trigger for climaxes once she got started, and she'd been fully multi-orgasmic even before Ellen modded the heck out of her. With Tinker's full, gleeful consent, of course. Now, she could handle dozens of orgasms chained together, each one stronger than the last. Unfortunately, she lost any actual coherency after the first half dozen, switching to a sort of autopilot. A few previous groups had freaked out, thinking they overdid it, so the warning was important. She repeated the warning, making sure they understood, then guided Lily, as the smallest of the three, to the ground. Tinker straddled the girl, able to rest her hands and knees over the smaller girl. She lowered her aching core until the head of Lily's false-cock pressed against her folds. She looked up, grinning as she focused on Karina, knowing she would be the instigator. "Well, what are you waiting for?" The older woman smirked and stepped forward, surprisingly choosing to start with Tink's mouth. She shoved her cock forward, nearly whacking Tink in the cheek. "Nothing, girl. Now, suck me!" Tink rolled her eyes at the ridiculous line, but started moving to capture the toy anyway. Her eyes popped open and she nearly squeaked in surprise as Lily abruptly thrust up into her, driving deep with her lack of control. Then she moaned as she felt Diana's lubed light-cock pressing firmly into her rosebud. Karina took full advantage of her open mouth, shoving the head of her cock between Tink's lips. Thankfully, she had more control that Lily, but she still pressed right passed Tink's gag reflex, nearly causing her to choke in surprise. Lily pulled out, all the way out in overreaction, and Diana pressed in firmly, slowly filling Tinker's ass with considerably more control than the others. Lily fumbled with her toy, getting in aligned with Tink's pussy again just as Diana fully hilted. Trying to ignore the fumbling attempts of her students, TInk took Karina in even farther and started humming, drawing a surprised moan from the older woman as her half of the system matched the deep throat with a thrust and translated the humming as a powerful vibration. Diana began thrusting slowly, seeming already in rough control, and Lily only fumbled once more before managing a jerky rhythm. Tink's eyes tried to roll back in her head, hum turning to lewd moans as their efforts began creating more pleasure than humor. Karina grabbed her by her hair and began guiding her mouth. Tink didn't fight it, falling into the sensations as their combined efforts slowly started smoothing out. Her breathing deepened as Lily and Diana managed to fall into a rough counterpoint to one another, one pressing in as the other pulled out, leaving her with a constant full feeling she adored. Karina had withdrawn for a moment to let her breathe, but now the rough hand fisted in her hair slowly forced her to deep throat again, and despite the roughness, she moaned happily around the cock buried in her throat. A few thrusts later Lily reached up, pinching Tink's nipples hard and she came for the first time. When they slowed she pulled her mouth free, losing all pretense of professionalism she demanded, "More! Please!" Karina giggled and complied, forcing her fake-cock on Tink again. The combined pace of her students picked up again, and as they mastered the belts more fully the room began filling with surround sound moans. Tink felt the false-cock in her ass twitch and grinned around the one buried in her throat. They only did that as a signal that the wearer had cum. She was only slightly surprised it had been Diana not Karina that peaked first. She was ecstatic when the athletic girl barely slowed for a few thrusts before returning with even greater vigor. Tinker came again a few thrusts later and time began to blur. She was pretty sure she came twice more before Diana showed off her strength by leaning forward, roughly grabbing Tink's arms and pulling them behind her back. She howled in climax as the new angle from Lily hit a particularly sensitive spot, then was silenced forcefully as Karina's cock found her mouth again. Her mind hazed, her body doing its best to ride the cock below it while another plowed her from behind. There was a pause where she barely registered them changing positions, their rhythm broken somewhat as they adjusted to new holes, but the hands now using her tits for leverage more than made up for it. She didn't know how long it lasted, the incredible pleasure racking her body shutting off her mind. She thought there was another position change, and that her hands were jerking someone off at some point. Eventually, someone signaled an end and a scream of incoherent pleasure was ripped for her as both cocks fucking her sheathed themselves fully, roughly. She came back to awareness a bit later, lying propped comfortably on her instructor's wedge. As her mind cleared, her eyes darted around for her students. Oh, good, they were just over at the snack and drink table she'd set up. That would have been what she ordered them to do anyway, they needed to replenish their bodies before they went for round three. She took stock of her body. Nothing more than mild soreness, and that was already fading under the accelerated healing one of her many mods provided. Ironically, that was a military mod she'd had to fuck a senator's son for, back in her wilder days, before Ellen's Delights. She thought her use of it was much better than theirs. She pushed herself up and pattered barefoot over to the others. They forced a drink on her when they spotted her, and she let them worry over her for a few moments, reassuring themselves she was alright. Then she snagged a cookie, and between bites tried to get back to her actual job. "Well, that was fun!" They all beamed, laughed and exclaimed in turns. "But we aren't done yet." They looked at each other for a few moments. Karina was the one that finally spoke. "Okay, I'll bite. What the hell can top that? We each came at least three or four times, and I completely lost track of the number you had." Tinker grinned, readily getting back into lecture mode, she really loved this last toy. "Ah, but that was such a crude thing. This last one is much subtler, and even hotter in its own way." She waved them after her, leading them back to the toy table. She drew the last cloth away with a flourish to reveal...a set of small wafers? She let it sink in, then chuckled at their confusion. When their questioning gazes pinned themselves to her she let them in on the secret. "These little beauties." She picked one up and held it out to show them more clearly, though there wasn't a lot to see. "Are neural interfaces, and their effect is...well, perhaps I'll just show one of you." She exaggeratedly sized them up, but had already picked out Lily as the happy medium earlier. She stepped around the girl, holding her still with a hand to the shoulder. Though she was obviously confused, she held position as Tinker swept her long hair out of the way. She pressed the small wafer to the base of her skull, right at the top of the spine. There was a small "ding" noise, then nothing. She returned to the table, reveling in their bemused expressions, and repeated the procedure on herself. She could see a dawning realization in Karina's eyes and acted quickly, before she could completely make the connection. Tink slapped herself on the ass, hard. Lily squealed, jumping half a foot in the air before nearly falling into Diana. "What the fuc--!" Tink cut her off by pinching her own nipples. Lily jerked again, hands darting to her breasts, like someone had touched them with a live wire. Tinker grinned. "I'm sure you're all getting it now. They link the nervous system of the people wearing them. Anything I do to myself, she can feel." She rubbed a nipple with one hand, and lowered the other to lightly tease her clit. Lily moaned in response. "Of course, it goes both ways." Lily tentatively pinched one of her own nipples and Tink groaned happily, leaning into the ghost sensation. "In some ways these are the penultimate sex toy. While your linked you can feel two of everything. That makes them much better than even our previous fun, as you could theoretically both get tripled-fucked like I was, and feel the effects multiplied by two." Diana's eyes had glazed and Karina let out a low whistle. Lily was too busy mischievously playing with her clit, to Tink's pleasure. Wanting to sell them on the toys even further, they were one of Tink's personal favorites after all, she added, "They have pretty good range too, and can even be hooked up to the exonet if you don't mind the expense. So you can play with a friend or lover across the galaxy." She grinned, eyes crackling with humor. "Or perhaps play with them while their trying to shop. The echo stimulator is almost unlimited in its fun possibilities." Karina was sold, she was almost vibrating in glee as she demanded, "Then what the hell are we waiting for?" Tink smirked and scooped up another wafer, motioning the woman to turn around. She complied immediately, and with a press and a small "ding" she was connected. She immediately gasped in surprise as she felt Lily's efforts. "Oh, yeah. I may have forgot to mention...they can be hooked up in a net of up to four people. Just perfect for us." They gaped at her as what she'd just said sunk it, and she took the momentary halt on Lily's part to step around Diana, attaching the last wafer. As a wickedly grinning Karina started to move she cleared her throat. "Wait a moment." She ignored the frown leveled at her and pulled a large chest out from under the toy table. She popped it open and Karina immediately lost her frown, eyes going wide. The chest was filled with well-organized sex toys of all shapes sizes and types. Tink smirked, grabbed her pre-prepared set of favorites and darted past them to her wedge. She called out over her shoulder, "You can use whatever you want in there. Better hurry up though, you might not be able to stand much longer." She giggled as she flopped down and armed herself with a slim vibe. She flicked it on, applied it to her clit, and basked in their simultaneous yelps. She had worked herself into a nice pleasant buzz by the time Diana half-stumbled her way to her own wedge, clutching a pair of vibes in one hand, lube and nipple clamps in the other. TInk enjoyed the bite as the other girl fastened the clamps on herself, smiling at the new yelp coming from Lily behind her. Karina joined them, much steadier than Diana and unphased by the pinching feeling of the clamps. Tink raised her eyebrows in pleased surprise as she realized why Karina hadn't come from the same direction as Diana. She had a glass full of ice from the refreshment table. It didn't take her long to settle and start tracing the ice around her nipples. It made a fascinating contrast with the sharp bite from Diana's metal clamps. It actually made Tinker wonder what would happen if a third person used candle wax for heat. Amazingly, she'd never thought to try. A shaky legged Lily joined them, glaring lightly at all three of them. They smirked back unrepentantly, even Diana. She scowled, then her expression shifted to predatory as she settled and drew a rather large, ridged, glass anal plug from behind her. Diana's eyes widened but Tink and Karina just laughed. She pouted outrageously at their response, but followed through on her implied threat regardless, lubing the impressive plug and slowly working it into herself. Tink groaned and mewled at the deliciously full feeling. That plug was one even she'd have hesitated a moment to tackle, and the sensation was exceptional. That very little pain was broadcast told her a lot about the other girl's anal expertise. Deciding to up the ante, she let her vibe, by now well lubed with her juices, drift to her own puckered entrance. She easily inserted its slim length, then ramped up the power, showing off the reason it was on her favorites list. It was ridiculously potent for its size. Even Lily reacted to the new sensation. For all her apparent experience, the ghost feeling of a second penetration, not to mention the powerful buzzing feeling, clearly threw the girl. Her eyes dilated and TInk grinned in anticipation. She was rewarded a second later as first Lily shuddered, then Karina and Diana cried out as they peaked in response, joined by Tinker herself. She may have forgotten to mention to them that the neural link would broadcast their climaxes as well. She didn't give the other girls time to process what had just happened, plunging two fingers inside herself with one hand, and thrusting the anally impaled vibe with the other. Lily howled, she'd gotten the echo of their peaks and had been right on the cusp of another. Her second orgasm crashed through them, but Tink didn't let up, adding a third finger to her still convulsing cunt and ratcheting the vibe up to max. Karina mauled both her tits, and Diana mewled as she slammed her fingers desperately into her own core. Tink smiled predatorily. That was the other reason she loved this toy. Groups ended up in a vicious cycle until someone passed out or the link was cut. As her mind started to haze again she reached for a realistic looking ten-inch dildo. The action was the last thought complete thought she had until Ellen woke them in the morning. All three girls signed up for another class. ### Authors Note: If you enjoyed my story, check out my new erotic novel "Freedom in the Sky," available on Amazon or Smashwords. You can also get updates on my work, including information on new Free releases (Like the rest of this 6-part series) on my Facebook Page. Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01BHDLANY?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/612869 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Jaylee-Coglin-210793212603170/

Tammy's introduction to sex I was an eighteen year old virgin when Barry came into my life, he was twenty two. Before our wedding day, six months after we met, sex played a very minor part in our relationship. I think we had only fucked a dozen or so times, always in the missionary position. I should have realised something had changed when he insisted I shaved my pussy and went naked under my wedding dress. Then, on our wedding night, he shoved his full eight inches up my ass. It hurt like hell, but he was my husband and, I thought, entitled to shove his cock where he wanted. After dumping his load in my dung funnel he shoved his shit encrusted cock into my mouth and tried to force the knob down my throat. Can you imagine, the bastard expecting me to suck his cock for the first time when it was covered in shit, at least it was my shit. Still, he was my husband and, I thought entitled to do with my body as he pleased. For the rest of the honeymoon I went without scanties, at Barry's insistence. Each morning he would fuck me in the ass before breakfast. Then we would go down to the beach and sunbathe nude. He insisted I lay with my knees high and legs spread so people could get a good look at my freshly shaved pussy and cum oozing ass. Before lunch he would dump a load in my pussy, then during lunch I would wear a very short and tight skirt that rode up so I sat on my bare ass giving the waiter a view of my pussy as he served. In the afternoons we walked about the shopping centre. I would try on several pairs of shoes, needles to say the assistants had a full view of my cum oozing pussy. Each evening after tea he would fuck my mouth, eventually I managed to swallow his knob so his balls could bang against my chin. Evenings saw us in the hotel disco. Barry took great delight in raising my skirt and undoing my blouse so everyone could see my boobs, ass and hairless pussy. Was I embarrassed? Of course I was. Why did I let him do it? He was my husband. Was I a nymphomaniac or exhibitionist? I didn't think so at the time. He just wanted to do things with my body and he was my husband so do things with my body he did. On the last night of our honeymoon he stripped me naked as we entered the disco and I stayed that way all night. Embarrassed? I'll say I was. Especially when he guided me onto my knees and shoved his cock into my mouth. He dumped his load all over my face and into my hair. I had to stay encrusted with his cum for the rest of the evening. Back in our room he had me kneel in the shower and pissed all over my face, 'To wash the cum away'. This was new, and too kinky by half, especially when he had me open my mouth! But he was my husband and if he wanted to pee on me then pee on me he would. When we arrived home things didn't improve. He fucked my ass, came on my face and pissed in my mouth almost daily. Then he fist fucked me. It hurt like hell. At first I didn't know what he was doing. I thought he was trying to spread me for a better look, However; "Tammy, you're the kinkiest girl I've ever met. No other girl would let me do what you do." I couldn't believe my ears. What other girl? I wasn't kinky. He was the kinky fucker. "Yeoh! That hurts." "Just a little bit more, It'll be all right." "Yeoh! Please Billy, no more." "Just. One. More. Little. Bit. And..." "Billy. Stop. Please. It. Hurts. Yeoh!" "Almost. There. One. More... That's it, I'm in." "What the fuck have you shoved in me. It hurts. Take it out please Billy." "Relax Tammy, it's just my fist. It's in right up to my wrist. When you get used to it I'll give you your first fist fuck." "Please Billy. No. It hurts. Take it out. Please Billy". "Relax Hunny, it'll be all right." Then he started and I screamed. Billy kept on fucking my pussy with his fist. It hurt, like hell, and just kept on hurting. "Billy. Please. Stop. It. Hurts." "Relax doll. I can feel your cervix. I'm going to try to get into your womb." "No Billy. Please. I'll die. Stop. Pleaseeeeeeeee!" "I can feel it opening honey, just a little more and. That's it. It's open, Holy fuck. My hand's in your womb." I looked down through tear streaked eyes and saw he was almost up to his elbow in me. "Hunny, your the kinkiest girl I've ever fist fucked." How many women had this shit fist fucked? "Yeoh! It hurts! Pleas Billy! No more! Take it out!" "Relax Hunny, it's all the way in. now I'll make you cum." "No Billy. Please. No. No more..." "I'm I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg." He fist fucked me for what felt like hours, until I passed out. I woke up with his cock dumping a load in my ass. "Did you enjoy that Hunny?" "No Billy. It hurt like hell. Please don't do it again." "Relax Hunny, It'll be much easier next time." "No Billy please." Next time was the following night. and the next night and the next . I never got to like it or even enjoy it. But Billy wanted to shove his fist into my womb so I let him shove his fist into my womb. "OK Hunny, I want you to kneel up and spread your knees, that's right. Now put your head on the pillow. Now relax. I'm sorry but this will hurt." "What're you going to do Billy?" "I'm going to fist fuck your ass Hunny." "No Billy. Please No. My pussy was bad enough. I can't take your fist in my... Yeoh!" "Relax Hunny, I'm using plenty of lube." "Please. Billy. No. It. Hurts. Yeoh! "Hold on Hunny. Four fingers in, Now. My. Thumb. And..." "Yeoh! Please Billy. Stop. It hurts. Please. St..." "Just my wrist to go. Relax Hunny. Almost. There. That's it. All in." "Yeoh! Argh!" "Relax Hunny just get used to it before I start." "Please. Billy. No. More. It. Yeoh!" "It's OK Hunny. I'm just going to rotate it a little before starting the fist fuck in earnest." "Please. Billy. No. More. It. Yeoh!" The fucker was now moving his fist in and out. Slowly at first, then faster and further. Eventually he was pulling his hand right the way out and then pushing it all the way in. At least he wasn't going up to his elbow like he did in my pussy. "Please. Billy. No. More. It... I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg." Eventually I passed out. I woke up with A fist in both my holes. The fucker was double fisting me. I'd never heard of such a thing. Hell before I met Billy I'd never heard of fist fucking or water sports, as he called it. The following night Billy said he was going to find out just what I could take. Anyway to cut a long story short, I ended up sleeping with a whisky bottle embedded in my pussy and a beer bottle all the way up my ass. Did I enjoy it? hell no. Did I cum? Hell yes. Did I want him to do it again? Hell no. Did he do it again? Hell yes, and again and again and again. We'd been married for about a year. I'd let Billy do anything he wanted. Fist fuck my ass and pussy, right into my womb. Shove bottles into me. Shove his cock right down my throat. Piss in my mouth. Go out with him wearing very revealing clothes with cum trickling out of my pussy and ass. However up until now it had been strictly between him and me. One night Billy's brother Mike came around, as he did once a month or so. I had just brought in the coffee. "Mike, do you think Tammy's pretty?" "I'll say she is." "Tammy take your clothes off so Mike can see the rest of you", Billy said matter of factually. "No!" "Come on Tammy, be a sport, get your dress off." What was I to do. My husband wanted me to strip in front of his brother. I slid the straps off my shoulders and stepped out of the loose fitting dress. I was left standing there wearing only white nylons, suspenders and patent shoes. "Put your foot up on the arm of his chair so he can get a proper look Hunny." What the hell must Mike think. Me standing there, foot on the arm of his chair, pussy wide open. He must think I'm a complete slut. Still Billy wanted me to show him so..." I felt Mike slip a finger into my pussy. "Mike why don't you take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of her". "No!" I shouted. So there we were. Mike lying on the bed. Me sitting on top of him. His cock pistoning in and out of my well used arse. Billy came into the room, naked. Climbed on the bed and shoved his prick into my pussy. Both men dumped their load inside me while I was on cloud nine and shouting obscenities. "Do you think she'll take both our cocks in her pussy?" Mike asked while I, still naked, was serving coffee. "She should do," Billy replied, "I shove my arm and whisky bottles in there regularly. In fact she'll take us both in her ass. Won't you Hunny?" "Billy, please no." Mike was lying on the bed with me kneeling over him, his prick in my pussy. "Hold it there," said Billy. He climbed up over my back and shoved his prick right up my pussy on top of his brothers. "See, I told you she could take it." It wasn't as bad as the whisky bottle or his fucking arm. I was just beginning to cum. "Lets double fuck the bitch's arse," said Billy. I was taken aback. Bitch! Bitch! I was his wife. Doing anything he wanted. And he called me a bitch! Billy was lying on the bed with me sitting on him and leaning back, his prick embedded in my arse. Mike straddled us and guided his prick right up my arse on top of his brothers. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Kinky or what? I ended up with two doses of cum in my ass. Over the following month Billy allowed, no taught, Mike to fist fuck my twat and ass as well as shove monster bottles in both holes. What else could I do but let him, for Billy was my husband and owned my body. One Saturday afternoon Billy invited half a dozen mates over to watch the game. As it finished I brought in a tray of coffee. "Tracy, these are my best mates. Anything I own they own. Therefore they own you. Strip." "No!" I was standing there naked in front of these six guys. "Turn around, bend over, spread your legs, pull your cheeks apart, that's it, wider. You know lads Tracy can take my forearm in her twat and my fist in her ass at the same time. She takes my prick down her throat. I've had whisky bottles in her pussy and ass at the same time. She likes Mike and me to shove both our pricks in either her twat or ass at the same time and she likes it when I piss in her mouth. She's all yours just don't kill the bitch." Now I'm not a slut, I just do what my husband bids. I'm not an exhibitionist but my husband insists that as many people as possible see my body and if it's dripping cum so much the better. I don't like strange things or pricks shoved inside me but my husband commands and I comply. So that afternoon and evening six men used my body in any way they wanted. The six pricks dumped in all three bodily opening. I had fists in my pussy and ass. My pussy and ass were double fucked and the guys pissed all over me. When it was finished and all six were spent Billy shoved a pair of whisky bottles inside me. Why did I let him do this? he was my husband. On Sunday Mike came around with a couple of Labradors. "Hi Billy, think she can fuck these?" He didn't ask me. he asked fuckin Billy. I wanted to scream NO! "She's fuckin well going to", replied Billy. "Hunny, this'll be a wow!" "Please Billy, No! Not that! Please say I don't have to fuck... Them!" "Hell Hunny It'll be great. You'll love it. Bend over that chair and let them see your fuck holes." So there I was, kneeling into an armchair, pulling my buns apart and these two black mother fuckers were licking my slit. "Hey Mike, better put one in the kitchen. He can fuck her later." "OK Billy." I heard the kitchen door open and shut. "Look at the size of that fuckin thing. Good job she's a slut or she'd never take that thing. Is that his knot? I've never seen one before. Do you think he'll get it inside?" I heard Mike say. The animal leapt up and straddled me. I felt his hot prick probe around. "Spread them wide Hunny so he can get it in. That's it. Now relax and let him do his thing." "Argh!" "Relax Hunny, it's just his knot. He'll get it in a little while then you'll get the fuckin of your life. Spread a little wider, that's it, it's in." "Argh!" The knot wasn't as wide as a whisky bottle and the prick wasn't as long as some things I'd had had inside me. But it was still bashing against my cervix. How degrading can you get letting your husband and his brother have a dog fuck you. He humped harder and faster. "Argh! I'm cummiinngg. I'm cummiinngg. I'm cummiinngg!" The animal dumped his load in my pussy. "Just relax doll," said Mike, "It'll take a while for his knot to shrink. He can't pull out until then. He wants you to get pregnant." I felt Billy's prick press against my mouth. Opening up I swallowed his knob end and let him fuck my throat until he dumped his load into my belly. At about the time he came the dog pulled free, animal cum gushing out of my wide open pussy. "Please Billy. No more!" "Relax Hunny, this'll be even better. What do you think Mike, should he fuck her arse?" "We'll have to plug her pussy first. Got a bottle?" "No Billy please!" "What size?" "Well if you use a beer bottle he'll probably still get his knot in. A whisky one'll just let him get his prick in." "I bet he'll get his knot in even if she has a whisky bottle in her twat." "Please Billy. Mike. No!" "Come on Mike, spread her wide, I'll never get it in there. Come on wider!" "Argh!" "That's it, wide apart, more, fuckin wider. Nearly there, that's it, we're in. I'll push it all the way in so there's only the neck showing." "Argh!" "How the fuck's the dog going to get into her ass, there's hardly room for a couple of my fingers in there?" "Don't worry Mike. Either he'll get his prick in or he'll kill her trying." I couldn't believe my ears. "Relax Hunny, first part's over now for the dog." "Hey Billy. What happens if the dog fucks her in the pussy anyway?" "He'll push the fuckin bottle into her womb. Relax, I'll make sure he goes up her ass." Up my ass he went. "Argh!" "Relax Hunny, he's only got a couple of inches in yet. Still a foot to go" A foot! A fucking foot. "Holy shit Billy, he's all the way into her. Only the knot's still outside." "That'll be in in a few min... There see, it's inside." "Argh!" I know. I know. I've had bottles, fists, arms and cocks aplenty inside me. But somehow a whisky bottle in my pussy and a dogs' knot in my ass was much worse than anything I'd done before." "Argh!" "Relax Hunny, he'll cum soon!" "Argh!" "Shit look at that cum spurting out of her ass. He must be dumping a tone of the stuff in her." "Argh!" "Relax Hunny, almost all over. Soon his knot'll slip out. Hey Mike fetch that other whisky bottle and we'll plug her butt as soon as old Blacky's free." "Please Billy, No!" So I was kneeling there on the chair, pussy and ass full of dog cum while the two brothers bottle fucked both my holes with whisky bottles. I woke up, alone, holes still stretched wide with the two bottles. Nothing much happened until the following Saturday. Around Noon there was a knock on the door. "Strip Hunny, we have company." "Hunny I'd like you to meet Nina," as he showed in a petite and very pretty young girl wearing a school uniform. "Nina, this is my slut wife Tammy. Tammy what do you think of Nina, isn't she pretty." "She's jail bate," I hissed. "Relax she's sixteen." With that he reached up under her school skirt and slid down her panties. Nina took off the rest of her clothes until she was standing there wearing only ankle socks and trainers. "Isn't Nina gorgeous Tammy," said Billy sliding a finger into her shaven black snatch. "I suppose so," I pouted. "Nina. In a little while my brother's going to be here with a couple of his black friends to fuck my wife. While we're waiting why don't you give me a blow job. Show my slut wife how it's really done. The naked black kid knelt down, leaned back placing her hands on the floor, threw her head right back and swallowed Billie's entire eight inches. "See Hunny, isn't she great. No, that's enough, I don't want to cum yet luv. Tell you what, want to see my wife take a couple of whisky bottles? Come on Hunny, up on the chair and spread em." Why was I doing this? Why was I letting him do this?" "Come on Hunny, wider than that, come on, you know you can do it." I was kneeling up in the armchair, knees apart, pulling my pussy wide open while Billy stood there hefting a fucking whisky bottle as the little trollop watched, eyes wide open. "C'mon Hunny, you can do better than that. You know it'll hurt if you don't stretch out." "Argh! Umfh! Argh!" "At a girl, almost there. Just. A. Little. Bit. Wider. And..." "Argh!" "That's it. See Nina, she took it. Now I'll just slide it all the way in. See right up to the fuckin neck. OK Tammy, now spread your ass." "Argh! Umfh! Shit! Argh!" "See Nina, that was a little harder than the first one but she took it all." "Are... You... OK Tammy?" she asked hesitatingly. I looked around and through my tears I saw the juices running down her legs, soaking her socks and filling her trainers. "Want to fist fuck the slut Nina? Come on over here. We'll start with her ass. I'll just get this bottle out. There, now ball your fist and shove it in." "Argh!" "No don't worry, you're not hurting her. She always makes that noise. Now I'll just get this other bottle out and you can shove your other fist in her pussy. That's it, shove it all the way in." "It won't go any deeper Billy." "You're up against her cervix. If you push hard it'll open and your hand'll go right into her womb. Come on, you're only in as far as your elbow, she'll take your whole fuckin arm. Push." "Argh. You're. Going. To. Kill. Me. Argh!" "No she won't. Come on Nina Push!" "Argh!" "That's it, it's going in can you feel it?" "Shit something's opening!" "Argh!" "At a girl push, you'll soon be in up to your armpit. Now fist fuck the bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass" "No Billy, don't. I don't like it in... Argh!" Serve the bitch right. "I'm cummiinngg. I'm cumming. I'm cumming!", we both coursed In unison. "You're ass is so tight luv. I'm cummiinngg!" As Billy's prick slid out of Nina's' arse her fists slid out of me. Slowly I got to my feet. The cum, shit and juices were gushing out of her and staining her legs. I felt a little sorry for her. I was about to say something when the bell rang. Oh shit. Not the dogs. Nina and I were both naked as Billy let Mike in. "Ni, Mike, this is Nina, I've just fucked her in the ass while she double fisted Tammy." "Hi, Nina. Meet Blacky and Niger, they're going to fuck the shit out of Tammy." "Can they fuck me instead?" the little slut asked. "OK," said Billy, "But we'll have to plug Tammy first." So I was kneeling there with two whisky bottles in my openings. Watching as the two brothers sorted out the little black trollop. The dogs were locked in the kitchen as they started. "Come on over here and sit on me so I can get my cock in your ass. That's it now lean back, put your hands on the floor. Mike climb on top and get your prick in her pussy." "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!" "Think she can take both of us in her ass?" asked Mike. "No! Argh! Yeoh!" "At a girl I knew you could do it." "Argh!" "Relax Hunny, soon be time for the dogs," said Billy. "Argh!" She was kneeling there, arse full of cum, as Blacky mounted her. Mike guided the dog prick into her young pussy. "That's it, just relax, he'll soon get it all in." "It's fuckin huge!" "Relax Sugar, half way there." "What the fuck!" "It's just his knot Sugar. He'll soon get it in." "No he fucki Argh! Yeoh!" "That's it it's in. Now just relax and let him fill you with his doggy cum." "Argh! Yeoh! Argh! Oh fuck. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg." Blacky dumped his load and the cum oozed out dripping on the floor. "Now relax Sugar. Blacky has to stay there until his knot shrinks. It could be up to an hour." "Fuckin Bastards, I'm going to kill the fuckin pair of you'" "Oh no your not. In fact your going to let Nigger fuck your ass in a little while!" Half an hour or so later, I had made coffee. Have you ever tried to walk about with two whisky bottles stuck inside you. Fuckin shit, it hurt. Nina was kneeling in the centre of the floor. "Just have to get a beer bottle into your twat so Nigger has to go up your arse," said Billy. "Don't let him put his fuckin knot inside me Billy." "Of course I won't. There's no room." "Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "Relax Sugar, nearly there," said Billy. "Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "Just his knot to go Sugar." "Please Billy No! "Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "That's it. All in. Now relax while he fucks the shit out of you." Nina was screaming and pleading and screaming. Nigger just kept on fucking her arse. "Please Billy. No more. Make him stop. Please Billy!" Serve the fuckin bitch right. It should be me not her. Fuckin sixteen year old black kid. "Argh! Yeoh! Argh! Oh fuck. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg." When Nigger eventually pulled free they stuffed another beer bottle up her arse. Fuckin shits they fill me with fuckin whisky bottles but she only gets beer bottles. "How was that Sugar?" asked Billy. "Fuckin assholes. I'll tell my dad and he'll fuckin kill you." The lads laughed. Of course she wouldn't tell her dad, she loved sex too much. Well, they spent the rest of the day fucking the shit out of their new black fuck toy. Nina called her mom and said she was going to spend the night with a friend. Sunday morning, after I fixed everyone breakfast they started in on Nina again. "Come over here and sit on my prick," said Billy. "What the fuck?" Nina was sitting on Billy's lap, prick up her ass. Mike knelt down in front of her and shoved his prick into the same hole as his brothers. "Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "Relax Sugar, you'll take more than this today," said Billy. "Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" I went off into the kitchen. When I returned with three coffees and a coke Nina was kneeling, legs apart, cum running out of her wide open ass while Mike worked his fist into her pussy. "Argh! Yeoh! Argh! Fuckin bastard" Relax sugar, not much more to go That's it. All in." ""Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "I can feel your cervix. Should I push on into your womb?" "Please God No. Not that. Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "I can feel it opening. Nearly through. That's it. I'm in." "Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "Just relax sugar. I can't go any further. I'll start to fist fuck you properly in a little while." "Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "No' Please. Take it out. No more!" As Mike started to gently fist fuck the little black girls womb she began to relax and "I'm cummiinngg. I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" When she quietened down Mike slowly removed his hand and stood up. Billy knelt down behind the little fuck toy, hand covered in K. Y. "Tammy come over here and spread this black ass for me. Come on" Reluctantly, for I knew what he was about to do. I pulled the young victim to her knees and spread her ass cheeks while Billy eased his hand into her butt. I think Mandy was past any type of protest for she just moaned as his hand disappeared into her shit hole. "Tammy give me that beer bottle, I'll shove it up her pussy." I don't know when, but somewhere along the line Mandy passed out. She woke up with a beer bottle in each of her holes. "Fuckin bastards." "Relax Sugar, have a coke. Soon be time for Blacky and Nigger," giggled Billy. "No it fuckin wont" she hissed. I watched Nina, kneeling in the middle of the floor, as Blacky shoved his knot into her well stretched pussy. An hour later, with a beer bottle in her pussy, Niger fucked her ass. Around two Billy made a phone call and a little while later his six friends arrived to use and abuse the new fuck doll. Not one of them paid any attention to me. My pussy and ass were screaming out for action but all they wanted to do was fuck the black kid, in all positions and combinations. They wouldn't even shove a bottle into me. I tried to fuck Blacky but Billy said he was saving him to fuck Nina later on. I was horny as hell and none of them were going to help me. So I left the living room orgy and went up to my bedroom. Shit I had to get fucked and none of those assholes would do it, so I'd find someone who would. I showered, shaving my pussy again, even though it didn't need it. Tying my red hair in a pony tail and letting it trail down my back I slipped on my white suspender belt and matching nylons, the tops reaching right up to my pussy. Going back down stairs I picked up my coat and slammed the door behind me. I don't even think they noticed. Zipping up my coat I left our cosy neighbourhood and headed for Boomtown, half an hour away. I know, I know, it's a bad area. But that was just what I was looking for. I entered the snooker club and walked straight up to the bar. Shit I think I've made a mistake. The place is full of smoke. All eyes followed me as I sat on the bar stool. I'll have a quick drink and get out of here. "What can I get you Doll?" a gravely voice issued from the huge black barman. "You can get me as many cocks as want to fuck me," I heard myself say. "You say what Doll." "I'm horny as hell and I want to fuck every black prick in this place. I'll take it in the pussy, throat and ass." "Best get out of here before you get your wish doll," he replied. I stood up, unzipped my coat and dropped it to the floor. "Help me up lads," I said to the small crowd that had begun to gather. They helped me up onto the bar. Kneeling down I picked up a beer bottle and shoved it straight up my pussy. Reaching behind me I spread my ass cheeks. "Will someone shove a bottle into my fuckin arse!" I hissed. Well I goy my wish. While two of the black lads bottle fucked me the barman unzipped his pants and shoved his prick into my face. "I hope you know what your doing little honky. You're going to get the fucking of your life." Shit he was big. Still." "Gulp. Glug. Argh!" "Hey lads this honky's trying to swallow my cock." "Glug. Umfh!" "Holy shit, she's doing it. Come on Doll. You can do it. Hey lads, I'm in all the way!" I could feel his knob end enter my belly. I hoped he would let me breathe. Just then I felt the bottles being removed. The cock withdrew from my throat and I was manhandled on top of a guy who slid his cock into my pussy. Someone climbed onto my back and another cock slid into my ass. Shit they were big. The barman's cock invaded my belly again. Thankfully he allowed me to breathe often. "This Honky's hot," said the barman as he shot his load directly into my belly. As the other two guys finished I said, "I want two big cocks in my pussy at the same time!" I got my wish, with a bonus cock in my mouth. Then I had two cocks in my ass. "O. K. guys, who wants to stick his fist in my twat?" "Recon you can take this?" the barman asked showing me an enormous hand. "Reckon I can. Just use some lube." He picked up a pat of butter and shoved his hand into the middle of it. "Stretch her pussy wide fellas, I need all the room I can get." "Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "Want me to stop doll?" "Fuck no, get your fuckin fist in there. Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "I've got it in. Now I'm going to give you the fist fucking of your life." "Deeper, shove it deeper. Right up to my cervix. That's it. Now push right through. Fuck push harder Argh! Yeoh! Argh! That's it, it's opening. Straight through into my womb. Come on push. Push. Argh! Yeoh! Argh!" "Do you believe this fuckin bitch, she's taken my whole forearm," he announced to the crowd of spectators. He was surprisingly gentle as he fist fucked my pussy. "Stick you're other fuckin fist into my arse!" I hissed. "You got it Doll." "Argh! Yeoh! Argh! Oh fuck. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg." I passed out sometime later. When I woke up the barman was standing beside me. "Had enough Doll?" "Hell no. I want to fuck all night." Well I did, fuck, suck, fist, bottle. I don't know how many black dicks I took, or how many fists. All I know is that I came and came and came. Around midnight I was kneeling on the bar, covered in cum, with a whisky bottle in my ass and another in my pussy. The lads were sitting around, I think shattered. "Why the fuck did you do this doll?" asked the barman. I told him. All about my marriage, Billy, Mike, their mates, the dogs and Mandy. When I had finished he looked mad as hell. "Please Doll, describe this Mandy." "We'll she's sixteen, very small, shaved pussy, round face, very black, navel ring. Ok and a small scar on her top lip." "That's my fuckin daughter!" he boomed, "Where are they?" I told him and he told me what he was going to do. "Lads, come on we're going to kill some honkies!" I was left kneeling on the bar with the bottles inside me. Gingerly climbing down to the floor I made my way to the phone. "Billy? Thank fuck. Listen Mandy's dad and a gang of his mates are on their way to the house. When they catch you they're going to cut your balls off and shove baseball bats so far up your arses they'll come out your mouths. What? I told them? Why? I'll teach you to fuck your little doll and ignore me. Billy. Billy. Where the fuck are you." The phone went dead. Half an hour later the guys returned, with a naked, cum streaked Mandy and the dogs. "The fuckers got away," the barman said, "But you were right about what they were doing to my Mandy." Gently he withdrew the bottles from me. "Say what's your name Doll?" "I'm Tammy, pleased to meet you." "Hi, I'm Martin. This is Mark, Tom, Andy, Ben, Barry, Carl, Dan, Fred and Garry." "Hi lads, I hope you liked fucking me. I'd like to repeat it. As often as I can." "Better hold on their Doll or you might get your wish, right now," replied Martin. Bending forward and spreading my cheeks I said, "Please yes!" Two hours later I was lying on the bar well and truly satisfied, with a whisky bottle, once again, in each hole. Martin asked, "Want me to run you home Doll?" "What for? You frightened off my prick of a husband. I need to find somewhere else to live and a fuckin job." "You can stay with us. My wife's long gone. You can work in the bar. I'm sure the lads would like that." I woke up with the sun streaming through the windows. Gingerly I stepped out of the bed. "Hello?" I shouted. A smiling Mandy arrived. "Hi Tammy, dad says you should wear these. Shower's down the hall." The warm water washed away the caked on cum and revived my aching body. I pulled on the 'clothes' Red fishnet crop top, matching pleated skirt barely covering my pussy, Red nylons and black thigh boots. Shit I looked like a slut, but, I suppose that's what I was. I entered the living room. "Wow girl! You look hot enough to fuck right here!" said Martin. "Dad!" shouted Mandy. "You're one to talk you little slut. Letting those white honkies fuck you and then fucking dogs!" "I'm sorry dad. H-how can I make it up to you?" "If you can fuck those white honkies you can fuck my mates. I'll meet you at the school gates." She left and Martin said, "Did you really enjoy yourself last night?" "Hell yes, but I could have done with fucking the dogs." "They're out the back. Do you want me to bring them in?" "One at a time," I replied. After Blacky had dumped his load in my pussy and slipped his knot back out. "You'll have to stick a bottle in my pussy or Nigger'll not fuck my arse." "If I didn't hate your husband for what he did to my daughter I'd hate him for naming those dogs." "It wasn't him, it was his brother Mike." "I'm going to kill them both if they ever show their faces around here again." "No not that, a beer bottle." "Why not the whisky bottle?" "It'll be too tight." "If you can take two whisky bottles you can take a whisky bottle and a dog cock." "Please no. Stop. Argh! Yeoh! Argh! Oh fuck." Nigger had his knot in my arse with the whisky bottle embedded in my pussy. "Argh! Yeoh! Argh! Oh fuck. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg. I'm cummmiiinnnggg." The dogs were out in the kitchen and I was kneeling in the middle of the living room with a whisky bottle in each hole. "Open wide Doll," said Martin as he shoved his prick down my throat. Don't worry I'll let you breathe." Let me breathe he did, until he dumped his load straight into my belly. I collapsed onto the floor, ass in the air. Martin insisted I keep the bottles inside me until it was time to fetch Mandy. I sat beside him in the car, dressed as in the morning. Well, if I was a slut I might as well look like a slut. Back in the house Martin cooked a meal, he was very well house trained. After I cleared away the dishes we prepared to open the bar. Mandy was still dressed in her school uniform. "Mandy, come over here," he said. Reaching up under her skirt he slipped down her panties and she stepped out of them. "Take off your bra," he commanded, Now tie your blouse up under your tits. Like I said Hunny, you let them white honkies fuck you so you can let my bros fuck you. Don't worry Mandy, there'll be plenty left for you." The word had gotten around. By eight the place was packed. "Showtime," I said to Mandy handing her a beer bottle and picking up a whisky one. We both climbed up onto the bar, handed the bottles to two lucky guys and pulled our cheeks wide apart. By closing time I could hardly walk. I'd had so many pricks in me I'd be peeing and shitting cum for a week. They loved shoving their fists into my womb and arse. Most of all they liked watching me get dog fucked in the arse. Mandy kept pace with me and by the end of the evening they had forced whisky bottles into her arse and twat. The Following morning Martin woke me up with coffee, toast and a boiled egg. After a shower I went down to the living room, naked. Mandy was sitting, naked, watching some talk show on TV. "No school today?" I asked. "Na, dad's taking us out to buy some new outfits." "Here put these on Tammy," said Martin handing me a small pile of clothes. What he handed me was; Long white tee shirt that just about covered my ass, White nylons and suspenders. "I can't go shopping wearing this. I'll get arrested." "Wait till you see my outfit," said Mandy as she headed for her room. "I want to show both my girls off," Said Martin. "What do you think?" asked Mandy. Shit, she was wearing a white string dress, black belt, white knee high socks and a pair of trainers. "I think we're both going to get arrested." I giggled. To say that we turned heads is a complete understatement. You didn't have to look very close to see our boobs, pussies and asses through the revealing outfits. I, tall leggy blond was holding one of Martins hands while the diminutive Mandy was holding the other. We must have been a sight. "We're going in here first," said Martin matter of factually. "Oh shit," I said. "Why here?" asked Mandy. As we went through the door of the Tattoo Parlour I noticed the antiseptic smell. "Hi Mark," said Martin. "Tammy, Mandy, you remember Mark? You should do, he's fucked both of you in the ass the past two nights." "Hi Mark," we both said. "What can I do for you?" he asked. "The girls would like some piercing," Martin replied. "No!" I shouted. "Cool," said Mandy. Ignoring my protestations Martin just said two words, "Strip ladies." So there we were standing in our shoes and stockings and shaved pussies. "They want Tong studs, nipple rings, navel rings and clit rings," Martin said matter of factually taking our approval for granted. "No I don't!" I shouted. "Do you want me to shove my fist up your arse?" Martin asked. I pouted and kept quiet. Thankfully Mandy had her piercings first. The navel and nipple rings went easily enough. Mandy yelped a bit when her clit was pierced. She didn't like the tong piercing one bit, in fact she cried. Then it was my turn. He started with my navel, not much pain. Next my nipples, a little sorer. My clit, shit that hurt. My tong piercing was horrendously painful. When Mark had finished would you believe the pair of them fist fucked our arses before dumping a load of cum in the same holes. Obviously Martin didn't worry too much about incest. Next on to the boutique, run by Tom and Andy, where Martin selected several very revealing outfits for each of us. In the jewellers, owned by Ben, we each had a chain linking our nipple rings and another between our navel and clit rings. As we headed back to the club my arse was smarting somewhat from the various pummelling's it had just had. That evening in the club we wore only short tee shirts, nylons and boots. Just before opening the doors Martin had us kneel on the counter and shoved four whisky bottles into us. One thing was for sure, life was never going to be dull again. I would never be taken for granted. I was always going to be full of cum and Nina wouldn't upstage me ever again.

What had I let myself in for? Not only me but poor Amy as well. It had started as an ordinary Saturday evening. Now, here we were, in a flat with two naked, muscle rippling black guys neither of who's cock was less than a foot long. What the fuck was going to happen to us? Could we take these monster pricks on and survive? How the hell had it happened? Oh shit he wants me to suck the fucking thing. Amy called around four that afternoon. "Hey Trudy what you want to do tonight?" "Don't know. Go out and get drunk." "Why don't we go clubbing?" "Could do. Where do you want to start?" "What about 'Blacks on Blonds' I've heard it's real cool." "Don't know. You think we'll get in?" "Well we are blond and when we get our war paint on people think we're nearly twenty." "How much does it cost? I've spent most of my pocket money?" "I've heard it's free for blonds." "Cool." So 10pm Amy arrived. Shit she was hot. Her long blond locks were tied in a pony tail that reached nearly down to her arse. Short white crop top allowing her black lacy bra to show through. Black lycra mini that barely covered her arse. Knee high white socks and patent calf length boots with four inch heals. Shit she looked so hot I could have fucked her there and then. However I wanted to go out so my dildo stayed in it's drawer. I couldn't compete with Amy so I pulled on a very short and tight red dress. My black bra showed across the plunging back and it was so tight the outline of my g-string was embossed on the material. I added Red nylons and suspender belt finishing the outfit with a pair of red heals. Shit we were both hot. It was a good job both our parents were broad minded. In actual fact they fucked like rabbets and not necessarily with their respective partners. Any other parents might well have objected to their fourteen year old daughters going out late on a Saturday evening dressed like two street walkers. We pulled on our leather coats and were off. At Blacks on Blonds there was a queue of around twenty people. Mostly couples (living up to the name of the club) but also several gorgeous black men. We joined on to the back of the line. "Evening ladies. First visit to my club?" said the deep base voice coming from a black guy with a bald head wearing a dicki. "Y-yes," we both said in unison. "Then you should know that pretty blonds don't have to wait. Just go to the head of the line and 'Open Sesame' you're in. Come on." He led us to the door and in through the foyer to the cloak room and ladies. "Enjoy yourselves ladies. I look forward to seeing a lot more of you later." In the loo Amy was looking a little nervous. "What's up?" "They're all black" "What did you expect from a place called Blacks on Blonds?" "I duno? I suppose Well I just didn't think." "Don't be stupid Amy. Come on I want to dance." Taking her by the hand I led Amy down the corridor and into the semi darkness of the incredible club. I say it was semi dark, but there were a zillion spotlights of all shapes, sizes and colours. All rotating and gyrating madly. The place was big enough to hold twice the two hundred or so people there. The disco and it's myriad speakers nestled against the far wall. Fuck the jockey was a gorgeous blond, completely naked, not even pubes, and she didn't mind who saw her! We weren't in the hall more than a few seconds when two hunks grabbed our hands and led us onto the floor. The guys were well over six foot tall with shiny bald heads and wearing suits and ties. Fuck I could have wet myself just looking at them. They danced with us for half an hour or so then led us over to the bar for a beer. Back on the floor things were hoting up. My partner's hands were all over me during the slow numbers, as were Amy's partners. "I need the loo," I shouted in his ear. Then he shouted something in my ear. I went bright red and giggled then headed for Amy. Have you ever known a girl to go to the bog on her own? Taking Amy by the hand I led her down the corridor and we shared a stall. "He told me to loose the undies!" "Who did?" "He did when I told him I needed the loo." "Are you going to?" "No!" "It might be fun." "What might?" "Going back without your undies." "No fuckin way." "Come on. I'll loose mine as well." "No!" "Go on. Call his bluff!" When we left our bras were on the floor and we were both carrying our panties. "We'll give them these as souvenirs," said Amy. The lads were waiting for us as we left the loo. Amy handed her black panties over and I did likewise as we headed for the floor. Shit what would these guys think? I hoped they didn't get the wrong impression. Back on the floor The lads were over us even more than before. During the next slow number his hand was up under my dress playing with my naked backside. I looked over at Amy. Fuck her crop top was up around her neck and her partner was sucking one of her nipples. I felt a hand move onto my shaven pussy, I don't like pubes, always smelly and getting in the way. Amy was going wild, she just let him do what he liked, keeping her tits out. I felt two hands on my hips and just knew that my dress was up well above my arse! His hand slipped in between my legs and the thumb found my opening. Fuck what should I do? I looked over at Amy and her skirt was up around her waste. Then my dress slipped further up and I was naked from the neck down. Fuck. How had this happened. I was dancing, naked with a black guy and my mate Amy, fuck she was naked as well. My dress, her top and skirt were on the dance floor. I was beetroot red, all over. However, when I looked around I was relieved. Virtually all the women there were naked from the waist up and at least half off them were totally naked! So I just kept on dancing. At around 2am the guys decided it was time to go. They led us, naked, off the floor and up to the cloak room, our clothes remaining somewhere in the main room. As we collected our coats the owner appeared. "I knew you'd enjoy yourselves. Come back soon, you're always welcome." Pulling our short leather coats on we tried, unsuccessfully, to pull them down low enough to cover our arses. The guys led us out to the car park and into a black Merc. Ten minutes later we were standing, naked, in a very expensive flat with the guys handing us a couple of beers. "Let me introduce ourselves," said my partner. It had been far too noisy in the club for conversation. "I am Michael and this is my brother Thomas. We are diplomats from The Gambia." "Hi I'm Amy and this is my friend Trudy. Pleased to meet you." Now this was a ludicrous situation. I was standing there wearing only Red nylons, matching suspender and a pair of red heals. Amy was wearing Knee high white socks and patent calf length boots with four inch heals. We were both holding beers. The two gorgeous black hunks were fully dressed in black pinstripe suits, white shirts and old school ties. "I hope you ladies don't mind if we get comfortable," said Thomas undoing his tie. So there we were, all four of us naked and those two monsters hanging down around their knees. Now don't get me wrong, we both lost our virginity long ago and liked nothing better than a good fuck. We also had nothing against black men. It was just those monsters that we were going to be expected to accommodate inside our bodies. Amy knelt down in front of Michael and gingerly took his knob between her lips. Oh fuck. Oh shit. I took Thomas's prick into my mouth. Amy made a gurgling noise and rolling my eyes I could see she was beginning to swallow the snake. Thomas pushed, I swallowed, and his knob end was passing my throat. Fuck! Shit! I was going to die! His balls hit my chin and he pulled all the way back out. Michael had done the same to Amy. Fuck it was wild. We did it again and again. The knob ends were actually reaching into our bellies! Michael pulled free from Amy. "Take a good deep breath doll. I'm going to do something wild." She did as she was told and Michael quickly buried his monster to the hilt. "Deep breath," said Thomas before quickly plunging his knob end back into my belly. What the fuck! Oh shit! He was pissing! Straight into my belly! I could feel the hot liquid filling me up! The dirty Bastard! I couldn't stop him. All I could do was kneel there and let his hot piss gush directly into my belly. I took ages for him to finish. I heard Amy gulp air as Michael finished and his knob end passed back between her teeth. "Fuckin bastard you pissed into my belly!" she shouted. "And my brother is filling your pretty friends belly with his piss also." "Why the fuck are you doing this?" "We do it with our girlfriends at home. Do your boyfriends not piss into your bellies?" I gasped for air as Thomas withdrew. I thought I was going to be sick. "No they fuckin don't!" she shouted. "Did you not enjoy it then?" "No I fuckin didn't Well. Actually. It was wild. Fuckin shit it was great!" "No it fuckin wasn't!" I hissed. I have a belly full of piss and I don't like it." "I'm sorry," said Thomas, "I assumed that you would enjoy it. I thought at least one of your boyfriends would have pissed in your belly before." "We'll they didn't. And you wouldn't have either if I'd known what you were going to do." "Let me get you something to drink as an apology" "Shit no, my bellies full of your piss. The last thing I want is a fuckin drink." There was an awkward silence which was broken when I burst into a giggle. We all giggled and things were all right. Thomas went to a cupboard and returned with two quart tubs. "I think we will need this if you are going to accommodate our weapons between your legs." He handed one to me and the other to Amy. The label read: STAR LUBE. A blend of natural lubricant, muscle relaxant and local antithetic blended to allow the tightest openings to accommodate the largest implements. Directions: Work into the opening, gently at first. Ensure that the opening is well coated along it's entire length. It may also be necessary to coat the implement before insertion. The preparation requires less than two minutes to work and the effect lasts for at least four hours. "Do Do Do you think we can actually take those inside us?" I asked. "I think you will try. Do not worry we will be gentle," said Michael taking a large dollop of the clear goo in his right hand. "Come on Trudy, Kneel in this chair, no put your knees on the arms and lean over the back. That's it now just let me get this goo inside you." Thankfully it was at room temperature. I felt him working it well into my pussy. It felt like he had three or four of his fingers inside me. Fuck shit I was cumming already. Then he was working it into my arse. Now I'm no stranger to shit stabbing but that thing? No way. Fuck he was stretching me, how many fingers had he shoved inside me. He was using both hands, one on each hole. "Your turn Amy," I heard Thomas say. "No Fuckin Way." "Come on up in this chair." I looked over and Amy was climbing into an armchair and spreading herself like me. Michael withdrew his fingers and I slumped down into the chair. Across the room Thomas was working the lube into Amy's pussy. Fuck his whole hand was inside her! Then the other started to work on her arse. He had both fuckin hands inside little Amy. Then I thought Fuck! "Did you do that to me?" "Why of course. I had to get the lube all the way inside and make sure you were completely lubed all the way up." "But how? I'm not that big and it should have hurt like hell." "The Star Lube is a secret formula known only to a few people." "Watch," said Michael. Thomas withdrew his hand from Amy's ass and started to ease it into her pussy alongside his other. Fuck he was going to kill her! I think I went a little pale. Amy was going wild. Cursing and swearing but quite definitely having the orgasm of her life. Then he withdrew both hands and slid the pair into her anal passage! That's right, right up to the fuckin wrists! "Do you think you could do that?" asked Michael. "No fuckin way!" "Cum up in the chair, spread your legs, you will like it." Why did I fuckin let him do it? I knew what he was going to do. It was impossible. But he still did it and I let him! I was double pussy fisted before being double arse fisted! I came and came and came. Amy was kneeling by my head. "He's got both fists in your ass Trudy." "I fuckin know." "Does it hurt?" "No more than when Thomas double fisted your ass," I hissed. "You mean?" "He had both fists in both your pussy and ass!" "You fuckin bastard!", she yelled. Michael withdrew his fists from my ass. They moved both chairs next to each other and had us kneel back up on the arms. I looked over my shoulder as Michael slid his left fist into my pussy and his right one into Amy's. Then Thomas slid his Left fist into my ass and his right into Amy's! I watched as the pair fist fucked all four of our openings. Then fuck" Michael withdrew his fist and slid it inside my ass alongside his brothers before doing the same to Amy! Fuck I never even imagined anything like this was possible. They fist fucked us until we both passed out. I woke up and fuck! Something was wrong! I was lying on the floor with my knees in the air, feet spread on the floor. I reached down between my legs. Fuck something was in there! "What have you fuckin shits done?!" "Relax hun, just loosening you up a bit." Amy was lying next to me just beginning to stir. Shit there were bottlenecks poking out of both her openings. "What the fuck have you shoved into us? Get them fuckin out!" "OK Hun, just spread your legs and I'll ease them out." Thomas knelt down between my legs and reached up. "Brace yourself." He started to pull on the bottle in my twat. "Fuckin thing's stuck. Michael hold her arms while I pull." "Argh! Fuck! Shit." "Hold on I think it's coming. That's it nearly out." It felt like I was being turned inside out. Finally Thomas held the Jack Daniels bottle in the air. "See it came out all right." "Get the other fucking one out of my arse right now!" "Argh! Fuck! Shit." "That's it. See it came out all right," as he held the Champaign bottle in the air. "Fuckin bastards you could have killed me." "Na we could've shoved far bigger things inside you." "No you fuckin couldn't. Now get the bottles out of Amy." She was lying there moaning. Thomas held her by the arms as Michael took hold of both bottle necks and pulled them together! How she didn't split in two I don't know. She did scream and curse until, eventually, Michael held up the two Champaign bottles! We sat down, naked, drinking coffee. "Why the fuck did you shove those bottles inside us?" asked Amy. "Because we could and we didn't think you'd mind. In fact we thought you'd like it." "Fuckin bastards. It wasn't very nice," said Amy, "You could at least have asked us." "Please Amy can I bottle fuck your pussy and ass with two Champaign bottles." "Yes please," said Amy. "No Amy!" I shouted. "Come on Trudy, you took them before you can take them again," said Amy unbelievably. "Come over here girls and kneel down, that's it spread your knees wide," said Thomas. I'll just work some more lube inside your holes while Michael lubes the bottles." Thomas slid both his lube slimed fists into Amy before performing the same function for me. Then he climbed up on Amy's back and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart while Michael offered up the Champaign bottle base to her anal opening. She squealed a lot while Thomas pulled her wide apart and Michael worked the gigantic bottle into her arse. Then the bottom of the bottle slid past her anal ring and slipped smoothly all the way in until only the neck was showing. "We'd better let Amy recover for a little while. OK Trudy, your turn." "No fuckin way!" So there I was with Michael perched on my back spreading my arse while Thomas worked the bottle into my anus. Even though I was well lubed it hurt like hell. I was glad I'd been unconscious when they shoved the bottles in last time. I thought they were going to shove bottles into our pussies next but instead Michael filled mine with his monster black tool while Thomas did the same to Trudy. Fuck he was big. He only managed to get about half of it in before bottoming out. Amy took a little more of Thomas's prick. ""This will hurt a bit," said Michael. "What will?" "When I push through your cervix and enter your womb." "No fuckin way." Just then Amy squealed. Looking over I saw Thomas push the rest of his prick inside my friend. I screamed as the monster black head entered my womb. Fuck they had shoved their monster cocks all the way inside us. Slowly the pain subsided. I heard Amy moan as she reached a tremendous orgasm. Mine followed quickly. The two studs pounded at our pussies for ever. Finally I felt him jerk and start spewing his seed deep into my womb. Next to me Thomas was dumping his load into Amy. "What the fuck!" squealed Amy. "Relax hun it's only piss." Just then I felt Michael piss directly into my womb! The fucking bastards. They just kept pissing. Finally they were done and I felt the soft hosepipe slide out of my pussy. "Don't move I'll have to plug you or the piss'll go all over the carpet." I felt Michael slide the bottle out of my bottom before guiding it up my abused pussy. I think it also entered my womb. Thomas was doing the same to Amy. "When I had recovered a bit I asked, "What now?" "Why now we fuck you in the ass, one at a time." "Why one at a time?" asked Amy. "Because we've only got two pricks and we're going to put them both inside the same ass at the same time," said Michael. "No fuckin way!" we both said in unison. So there I was pussy full of cum, piss and god knows how big a bottle. Straddling Michael with his monstrous dong in my ass. Thomas was kneeling behind me and Amy was helping him work his monster in on top of his brothers. Man it was fucking tight. The bottle in my twat was taking up all the available space. Where these two giant black salamis were going I had no idea. They fucked me for what seamed like hours before transferring their attentions to Trudy's arse. Finally they both spent their loads deep in her back passage. Unbelievably they both pissed in her ass together. I was glad I had been first. Michael, who was on top, slid free first and the piss started to leak out around Thomas's prick. As Thomas slid free Michael slid a whisky bottle up her arse to keep the piss in place. The lads carried us into the bathroom and sat us down on our hands and knees. Finally the bottles were removed and we were allowed to empty ourselves. The piss gushed out of my pussy and both Amy's holes for ages and ages. Finally we were empty. The four of us showered together before returning to the living room still naked. Michael fixed some coffee. "Man that was wild," said Amy as we sat sipping from the steaming mugs. "How big were those bottles you shoved inside me?" I asked. Thomas produced a large green bottle. "This magnum went into your pussy. It holds two pints of Champaign. And this whisky bottle was up your ass." "And these," said Michael producing two magnums went inside Amy." We just sat there in shock. They couldn't possibly. No way. "We could not have done it without the Star Lube." Said Michael. "Without it our pricks would have torn you apart," said Thomas, "With it you were able to take all this." "Fuckin hell," I said. "Did you enjoy yourselves?" asked Thomas "Fuckin hell we did!" we chorused A little while later Amy said, "We should be getting home." "OK," said Michael, just a minute. He returned from the kitchen with four full coke bottles. "These are a special present for you." Fuckin cheapskate. "Come on, kneel back up on the chair so we can insert them." You've guessed it, they were going to shove the contoured bottles inside us. We knelt back up on the two armchairs while the bottles were worked all the way into our well used, abused and lubed arses and pussies. Then they helped us to our feet. Fuck it's difficult to walk with coke bottles filling your holes! However, with a little practice we managed a rather undignified waddle. "No, no coats, you go home as nature intended you, naked," said Michael. ""But we can't," in unison. "Don't worry. It's early and we'll drive you." "No please don't make us do this," I said. Twenty minutes later, just after six thirty am, The Merc drew up to the pavement outside Amy's house. Michael stepped out, opened the rear door and helped an unsteady Amy to her feet. We sat there and watched as she waddled up the drive to the front door. Fuck she didn't have a key. All she could do was ring the bell. A few minutes later the door was opened by Amy's rather startled mother. As the door closed behind my best friend I wondered what she was going to say, considering she had two coke bottles inside her. I was growing more apprehensive as we drew closer to my house. Finally we were there. Thomas helped me to my feet and opened the gate for me. I knew the back door would be open, but the lads wanted a show so I rang the bell. Well they got their show but I had a lot of explaining to do. I convinced mum I had been to a party that had gotten out of hand. I slept most of Sunday, Amy did the same. On Monday we spent every minute of free time talking about the fantastic evening and wondering if we actually did everything we thought we remembered. I couldn't believe the size of the bottles I'd taken or that they'd actually pissed inside of me. We decided to go around to my place after school. My parents wouldn't be home for hours. We were going to try to fist fuck each other and see if we could actually fuck each other with bottles. As we rounded the last corner I saw a limo parked outside our house. I wondered if As we approached both rear doors opened and out stepped Michael and Thomas. "Hello girls may we talk to you?" asked Michael. "Sure," replied Amy. "We'd be much more comfortable in here," said Thomas gesturing into the limo. The door closed behind us. The compartment was the size of a small room. Leather and walnut trim. A mini bar Dark and smoked windows including the one behind the driver. "How are you?" asked Michael. "Great," replied Amy. "Did you enjoy yourselves on Saturday?" asked Thomas. "You mean when the two of you fucked the arse of two fourteen year old schoolgirls?" I asked mockingly. "I think we did more than, 'fuck the arse of you', I seem to remember fisting, bottle fucking and pissing", replied Michael. "Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble for fucking underage girls. Statutory rape or something?" I asked. "They can't touch us, we're diplomats and in our country it is legal to have sex with anyone so long as they have reached puberty," replied Thomas. "The worst they could do is send us home and we would simply be reassigned to another country." "Wow!" exclaimed Amy. "Do you mind?" asked Michael as he reached over and undid my blouse. "What the fuck?" "I just wish to see your exquisite body once again." "You're not going to throw me out naked again." "No, I promise not. But I will probably fuck your orifices." I looked over and Trudy was stepping out of her panties. Well, what can I tell you. We drove around for nearly two hours. The four of us naked in the rear of the limo. The boys had a plentiful supply of Star Lube. We started off swallowing their entire monsters. Then they pissed in our arses and fucked us through our cervixes. Fuck it was hot. "Would your parents mind if you stayed out late tonight?" asked Thomas. "Well it is a school day," I replied. "Come on Trudy, we could tell them we're staying with each other." "OK let's go for it." "Martin, take us home," said Michael through the intercom. It was getting dark as we swept into the compound. I started to pull on my blouse. "No leave them here." Said Michael. "What?" "Come on," giggled Thomas. They grabbed us by the hands and led us out, across the square and in through the ornamental doors. As we walked along the corridor we passed several people none of whom batted an eye. Now just consider, here we were, two naked blond schoolgirls, cum and piss running down our legs. Walking along holding hands with two tall naked black men sporting monster dongs and apparently it was quite normal. Wow! In their room there was a superb meal for four laid out. Fabulous delicacies, and all manner of meats, cheeses, breads and fruit. We spent nearly an hour eating and drinking. Then we phoned our parents. I'm not sure if they believed us, especially after Sunday morning, but it was OK. "Would you like to do something really daring?" asked Thomas. "What kind of daring?" I asked. "Something really wild, but not dangerous," said Michael. "Sure," said Amy. "Great. But first you'll have to loose those few wisps of blond hair," said Thomas. "What these?" I said pulling my sparse pubes. "Unfortunately yes," said Michael, "Both of you will need to be completely depleted. You will find what you need in the bathroom through that door. I will make the rest of the arrangements." The bathroom was unbelievable. Gold taps, marble everywhere. Mirrors an all four walls and the ceiling. We spent a fair amount of time making sure that each other was completely shaven, every last piece of stubble and wisp was removed from our navel right around beyond our anuses. Returning to the main room I was startled to find another bloke had joined our escorts. "Hi girls, this is Ronny. He is going to prepare you for tonight." "Like hell he is," I said, trying to cover up with my hands. "Relax girls, Ronny is an artist. Do not be shy. Let him do what needs to be done and I assure you you will have a great time." With that passing remark the studs were gone and we were left with this pot bellied, lank haired turd. "Hello girls. Don't worry I'll be gentle. Who wants to be first?" "First for what?" I asked. Opening his case Ronny said, "I am a body artist Michael and Thomas have asked me to pierce your navels and tongs." "No fuckin way!" I shouted. "Once the piercings are complete I will paint your outfits." "No fuckin way!" once again. "Cool," said Amy. "OK you fuckin go first," I said indignantly. "OK young lady please come over here and lie down on this couch. That's it, I'll just clean the area with this antiseptic. Now I'll deaden the sensation a little with this. OK, just a little prick And That's it all done. Now sit up and put your tong out. A little further than that." As Ronny worked away with what looked like a large silver monkey wrench I went a little pale. "That's it all done. Now for the next two weeks you need to keep the gold ring and stud in place. Bathe the skin around them with this antiseptic at least three times a day. OK now it's your turn young lady," he said turning to me. "No fuckin way!" "Come on Trudy, after all I did it." "No. Never" So there we both were, tongs pierced with gold studs and navels pierced with two inch gold rings. "Now for your outfits," he said opening another case. This case contained several pots of paint, brushes and several cloths. "What the fuck now?" I asked. "I am going to paint your outfits on you." "No fuckin way," I said. "You can start with me," said Amy. Well, she stood up as he painted a black bra, straps and all, directly onto her gorgeous tits. Then a black thong. A white crop top was followed by a pair of red hot pants. Finally he painted on white knee high socks. "I'm afraid you'll have to wear a pair of shoes, I cannot paint them." We all laughed. "Now for you Trudy." I was given a red paint bra and matching thong followed by a yellow top and pair of hot pants. Black knee highs completed the outfit. He took particular care painting under my boobs and in between my legs, ensuring that every crease and crevice was coated. When he had finished Ronny handed each of us a litre bottle. "You cannot wash the paint off with soap. You need to rub this solvent all over first. Wait a few minutes and it will just shower away. The door opened and our black studs arrived wearing pinstripe suits, white shirts and old school ties. We both turned slowly around and stuck our tongs out. "Ronny, you have done a perfect job, as usual. Thank you, the usual cheque will be in the post tomorrow," said Michael and Ronny was gone. "What now?" I asked "Now we go out for a meal and then clubbing," replied Thomas. "No fuckin way, not like this," I replied. "No of course not you need these," said Thomas. He handed me a black leather case. Michael handed a similar one to Amy. "Are Are these real," I asked. "Yes of course," answered Michael, "Here let me help. I held the case as he removed a black pearl necklace and placed it around my neck. Next a Cartier watch. A Gold chain passed through the navel ring and circled my waist. Finally a half inch deep jewel encrusted bracelet was clamped around my right ankle. Thomas did the same for Amy. "Fuck I don't know what to say," I said. "Perhaps you should look at yourselves in the mirror before saying anything," said Michael. "But We can't go out like this. We We're naked!" I squeaked. "NO you only think you're naked," said Thomas. "Others will wonder but will not believe their eyes. Now come on, I am hungry." The limo pulled up outside Swanks, the best, at least most expensive, restaurant in town. "I I'm not going in there undressed like this," But it was too late Amy was out the car and heading for the front door hand in hand with Michael. I had no option but to follow with Thomas. As we entered all conversation stopped and all heads turned in our direction. I was startled and my face went beet red. "Relax Trudy," said Thomas, "it's not your nakedness they are seeing. It is two pretty young blonds accompanying two monstrous black gorillas." "But you are not gorillas" "You know that and I know that but evidently they do not." We were shown to our seats by a bulging eyed concierge. "Do not worry about Luigi. He knows us well. We visit this restaurant almost once a week, usually in the company of young girls such as yourselves," said Michael. "I bet they wear clothes though." Replied Amy. "Quite the contrary young lady, they are always undressed as yourselves," replied Thomas. We were served a sumptuous meal and when we were drinking coffee this hoy poloy wearing makeup that must have been put on with a trowel walked over to our table. "You two should be ashamed with yourselves," she said looking straight at me. "Why don't you find some nice white boys to go out with in stead of these niggers!" I couldn't believe it. She completely ignored what we looked like but picked on the colour of our escorts skin. Just then Luigi appeared beside the horrible creature, "Mrs Shithead please sit down or you will have to leave." "But Just look at them." "And very pretty they look too don't you think?" She looked and her jaw dropped as she realised that we were naked. "Now please go back to your table Mrs Shithead," and he escorted her away. "I am sorry for that dreadful scene Michael," Luigi said when he returned. "Rest assured she will be well taken care off." "What did he mean by that?" I asked as Luigi returned to his duties. "Oh not much, In a few minutes her escort will be called away on urgent business, then she will be asked to visit the kitchen. She will never forget what will happen to her after that. "Come on, what will happen? You've gone this far," said Amy. "Well In the next town there is a donkey show. In less than two hours she will be enjoying the attentions of a magnificent animal," replied Michael. "But But They can't! What about the police?" "Oh, she will not complain. There will be plenty of photos and she will not want her stuck up friends to see her cumming with a donkeys' dick stuck up her anus," said Michael. "Or drinking a donkeys' piss," added Thomas. "Serves the bitch right," giggled Amy. Half an hour later we were in Blacks on Blonds. As usual there were many very pretty young blond girls in a state of undress. It wasn't long before Michaels prick found it's way up my ass. Meanwhile Amy was kneeling in the centre of the floor blowing Thomas. Well, to cut a long story short we spent the rest of the evening fucking, sucking and dancing, as did most of the other young blonds in the place, just we were more blatant than most. Back in the Embassy, around midnight Thomas said, "we must prepare you for the Ambassador, he would like to meet you." I knocked on the door to the Ambassador's suite. We were both naked, asses full of piss and plugged with bottles. "Hello girls come in. You must be Amy and Trudy. My you are much prettier than Michael had led me to believe. Come in and make yourselves ready for our mutual pleasure." He was around forty or so, not quite as tall as Michael, shaven head, in fact all over. His prick was almost trailing on the floor! Fuck we were going to die. "Let me introduce you to Cindy," he said pointing out a young girl already ensconced in a fucking chair. Cindy looked around and said, "Hi," in a strained sort of way. I looked between her legs and, shit, the necks of two Champaign bottles were sticking out, you could tell they were Champaign bottles as they still had the gold foil around the necks. "Please girls, get into the apparatus, arrange yourselves just like Cindy." The three 'chairs' were placed side by side with Cindy in the centre. I climbed into mine, finally I was lying on my back, head on the adjustable padded rest, arms in the supports and hands gripping the knobs. The chair finished just level with my ass while my legs were supported on arms and my feet rested in stirrups. Amy had ensconced herself into her chair in much the same position as me. "Now girls," said the Ambassador, I'm going to secure you in place and arrange your legs. Just relax, everything will be fine." He pulled some straps up and over our arms and legs fastening them with Velcro. Then he pulled the lower supports and stirrups so that our legs were straight up and out so we were almost doing the splits with Cindy's legs crossing our bodies and ours crossing hers. "I am going to make all three of you cum like you've never cum before. We will be here until, at least dawn. If you need to pee or shit while we are fucking then just pee or shit. If you need a drink, just ask. I will require you to change position several times during the session. Nothing will be done to cause you actual harm but things will be painful several times during the night. I am sorry but this cannot be helped. However, at any time you can just say, 'Stop.' And I will release you and you can go home. However if you stay I will be very grateful when we are finished." I was just about to call 'Time' when I felt him take hold of the bottle in my pussy and slide it out. He did the same to Cindy and Amy. I felt Michaels piss begin to gush out of my pussy. "I see my sons have done some preparation. Tell me did they have their entire cocks in both your pussy and ass, all the way inside? Good. And did they double fist both your openings? Good. And piss into your belies? Great. Then I can begin. I will tell you what I am going to do as we go along so there will be no surprises." "First, Cindy I am going to lube you, I will cover both my hands with Star Lube and insert one in your pussy and the other in your ass. It should not hurt, the Star Lube will see to that. See that's it, I am in up to both wrists, I could push farther but there is no need. Next, Trudy I will lubricate you and then Amy. You know you are three very lovely young ladies, I believe you are all only fourteen is that right? It is remarkable that you are willing to do these things." Up until then I hadn't thought about what I was doing, but now? Why the fuck was I letting this old geezer fist fuck my ass and pussy? I was about to say something when I felt it brewing in my belly and my back started to arch "Oh Fuck I'm Cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg. I'm Cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg. I'm Cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg." Eventually I settled down and the Ambassador said, "Now I must insert some small bottles into your pussies to tighten up your asses a little." Small bottles! The fucker shoved magnum bottles into all three pussies right in as far as the neck. At least he took his time. Then he stood in the centre and slid his knob end into Cindy's ass. He wasn't hard, just a bit stiff. I suppose in he ever got completely stiff it would drain so much blood from his body that he would pass out. He had just over a foot inside his hapless victim when I felt a hand enter my ass. His other went into Amy's ass. Fuck he had magnums in all three of our pussies, his cock in Cindy's ass and his fists in our two asses. The guy was perverted with a capitol PERV. He started to rock back and forward as he fucked Cindy's ass and fist fucked Amy and me. It went on, and on. And on. It didn't take long for Cindy to start to cum, she had her back arched and was screaming obscenities, so was Amy and me. It just went on, and on, and on. Eventually he stopped and withdrew his hands and prick. I thought he'd had enough but all he did was moved the chairs so I was in the centre and Cindy was on the outside. Fuck! He was going to shove that thing in me. "Now young ladies, I am going to transfer the bottles to your asses so I can have access to your well stretched pussies. This will only take a moment." I felt his cock enter my cunt and I guessed that his fists were in the other two pussies. Fuck he was huge! No way could I take this! He was going to kill me. I felt him bottom out, raising my head I say I'd taken less than half of the monster snake. Fuck! Shit! Then he started to move back and forth. It was tight as hell. The magnum in my ass was taking up most of the available space and there just wasn't room for his monster in my pussy, but, nevertheless, it was in there and fucking me to one climax after an other. Then I felt him push and oh fuck, his knob end was through my cervix and in my womb! I was going to die! He just kept fucking and fucking and fucking. Did it hurt? Hell yes! Did I cum? Hell yes! Was I enjoying it? Hell no! Eventually, and thankfully he withdrew what felt like four feet of salami from my pussy. The four of us were dripping with sweat and panting. Thankfully the Ambassador himself needed a break. He put a coke into the receptacle on each chair and put a long straw into each of our mouths. As we drank he, once again, rearranged the chairs. This time Amy was the meat in the sandwich, only this time he had spun her chair around so her head was down between our pussies. "Amy, my dear, I'm just going to insert another small bottle in your pussy so both holes are occupied." 'Small bottle! Small Bottle!' It was a fuckin magnum. Amy squealed and cursed as he worked it in. Eventually she had a magnum bottle inserted right up to their necks in moth holes. Fuck that Star Lube was incredible. Then he was in between my legs transferring the bottle from my ass to my pussy and then he did the same to Cindy. Fuck I'd had enough, more than enough. I just didn't know any way to stop this fucker and what he was doing to us! "Now Amy I want you to take a deep breath and then swallow my cock. You were able to swallow my sons cocks, I know they are only half the size of mine but the principle remains the same." Amy had a lot of difficulty getting the head past her teeth but eventually it was in her mouth. I heard her take a deep breath and then he pushed. As his knob bed distended her throat he slid his fists into the two well stretched asses. As he withdrew from Amy's throat he also withdrew his fists from our asses. His knob end stayed in poor Amy's mouth as she fought for breath before it, once again, headed for her belly and his fists went back up our asses. Again, and again, and again, he slid in and out until, thankfully for poor Amy, he'd had enough and withdrew. "Thank you girls, you are all very good. Just a little longer." Once again he rearranged the chairs so our heads were all at the same end. As he did so I realised that his cock was, at last, fully hard. The knob end was brushing his chin. Fuck, this was incredible. He withdrew the bottles from our pussies leaving all six holes open. Then he moved, rapidly from hole to hole stuffing all six one after the other. I don't know how much of that 'Thing' he got inside any of us but I rather suspect it was more than we would have believed. Then, incredibly, he pulled his cock free and hosed the three of us with an incredible amount of cum. He just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. By the time he had finished the three of us were covered with his jism from head to toe. When his balls were emptied he discharged the contents of his bladder into all three of our mouths. Fuck he was a real shit. Slowly he undid the Velcro and helped us, very unsteadily to our feet. The place was a mess, piss, shit and cum was staining the chairs and pooled on the floor. The four of us were panting for breath and dripping sweat. "Thank you girls. That is the only way I can get this thing I am burdened with hard and force it to ejaculate. If I do not ejaculate every couple of days I am afraid it would build up inside me and poison me. If you are willing I would like to add you to the list of young ladies who help keep me healthy." Fuck was he being serious? Did he expect us to do this again? No fucking way! I looked around and he was gone. Michael and Thomas arrived a few seconds later. "You must forgive our father." Said Thomas, "He must relieve his infliction on a regular basis or he might die. Come, let us help you clean up and get you something to eat." After a shower and a meal I felt somewhat more alive, even if my ass and twat were still open wide enough to drive a train into. We were tucking into a large breakfast, I hadn't realised how hungry I was. Michael started to speak. "You may keep the jewellery that you were given last night, it is very valuable. Also there will be $5,000 deposited in your school bank account today. Each time you come here to 'Relieve' the Ambassador you will receive a further $5,000. Unfortunately he tires of girls very quickly so you will only be able to make two or three more visits." We just sat there stunned. I was about to say something when Amy started. "Fuckin hey that was incredible. I've never cum so much in my life. I'm so wide open I feel I could fuck a donkey." "That can be arranged if you so wish," said Thomas. "No she fuckin doesn't!" I said and we all giggled. Well, what else can I tell you. The Embassy had informed our parents that we were on a good will, would be well looked after, and would be home later that day. We slept, alone, for a few hours before being driven home. I was sore for a week. Amy and me relieved the Ambassador twice more, but not together, with two different girls each time. We each earned fifteen grand and the jewellery turned out to be worth around the same, so we ended up with enough money to pay our own college fees. What happened in college is a whole other story.

I was driving back from another exciting visit to my girlfriend. Fuck was she uptight, as usual it took me nearly two hours to get into her knickers and as usual it was totally unawe-inspiring. She refused to get naked, reluctantly slid her skirt up, took off her panties and lay there like a wet fish while I pumped into her hairy, and rather smelly, minge. Afterwards she pulled up her panties and acted like it had never happened. Fuck was she cold or what. I didn't know why I kept up the relationship. We'd been going out for over a year and I got to fuck her maybe once a week, if I was lucky, and it was always as good as tonight. I had to get myself out of this relationship. Still, nearly back to the dorm, and it was early. Plenty of time to get myself well and truly drunk. Tomorrow I had to help Prof Zach with binomial calculations, that was nearly as uninspiring as an evening with Sadie. If I never had to see either of them again it would be too often. The car started to splutter and died. Fuckin great, stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. I tried the key but nothing happened and to make things worse my mobile couldn't get a signal. I opened the bonnet, not that I knew what I was looking for, or at. The next thing I knew I was waking up lying beside the car in the full heat of the sun. I tried the engine again and miracle of miracles, it started. I sped back to the dorm, the Prof would be pissed if I was late. I grabbed my shaving kit, funny, no stubble. I washed before pulling on a new shirt and hurried off to the lab. "Ah young Peter," said the Prof with a beaming smile, "You've decided to join us at last." "Sorry Prof Zack, my car broke down." "Oh I see, and it took you two weeks to fix it?" "No it broke down last night and I couldn't get it started until this morning." "And you have another explanation for the past two weeks?" "Two weeks?" "Yes, two weeks. Where have you been?" "I've been right here." "So you've been on campus, you just decided not to join us. Frightened by the prospect of binomial calculations I expect. Very well. We finished them ten days ago, now we're doing quadrilaterals." I had no idea what he was talking about, perhaps it was his sense of humour, I never suspected he had one before. I just put my head down and started to work. At lunch the other guys asked where I'd been. I suspected it was a big joke with me as the butt. That evening I drove over to Sadie's. "Where the fuck have you been the past two weeks?" "Not you too?" "You been shacking up with that tramp Kirsty? I'm not enough for you you have to shag that slut as well?" "Look Sadie, the jokes wearing a little thin. It's time to stop." We argued for nearly an hour, she insisted I hadn't been around for two weeks and I insisted I'd seen her the previous night. Then, surprisingly, she put her hand on my crotch and smiled. A few minutes later she was lying on the bed, still as a corpse as I slid my cock into her fishy hole. "Get that the fuck out of me!" "What's wrong?" "Get that fucking thing out of me it's too fuckin big." "It's no bigger than it's ever been." "Get it fucking out of me." I pulled it out and she turned the light on. "Fuck!" we both said in unison. "What the hell have you done to yourself?" "I haven't done anything." "Well how do you explain that?" "Explain what?" "That! That fuckin baseball bat between your legs." "I can't. It just got Well bigger." "Bigger! Bigger! That just didn't happen on it's own. A dick doesn't go from five inches to that overnight all by itself. Have you been in some sort of sex clinic for the past two weeks? Is that it? You had your cock extended? Well you can just go right back and get them to put it back to normal!" "Look I haven't been anywhere and I haven't done anything. I don't know how it happened and it's just normal size when I don't have an erection." "Fuck it frightened the shit out of me when I first felt it inside me. Still It's very impressive." She stood up, pulled her blouse up over her head, took off her skirt, dropped her bra, she'd never let me actually see her naked before and now I realised she didn't have a bad body, well she was slim with nice tits. Pushing me backwards onto the bed Sadie straddled my legs and guided my now unbelievably enormous cock into her dripping pussy. This wasn't the same girl I'd fucked the previous night. I wondered if it was her twin? "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she shouted as she bounced up and down on my truncheon, "I'm fuckin cumming!" As far as I knew she'd never cum during her entire life up to that point. I didn't even think she knew what a girls cum was, that is unless she used a dildo when she was on her own Na, not Sadie, too much of a prune, but maybe... I felt my balls tighten and the cum gush up the length of my piss tube and suddenly all hell broke loose. Sadie shot straight up in the air and banged her head on the ceiling before falling back down on top of me nearly breaking my cock in two and knocking the wind from my body. "Fuckin pervert! Get the fuck out of here! What did you fuckin do to yourself! I never want to see you again!" she shouted as she pushed me out the door, throwing my clothes behind me. "Don't fuckin ever come back here ever again!" I had no explanation as to what had happened. Sure my cock was big, very big, but I didn't know what had caused it. And there was no reason for her to jump off me like that. I'd cum inside her before, she was on the pill. Fuck she'd jumped so high she'd nearly brained herself on the ceiling. Still I wouldn't really miss her. The next day they kept up the pretence of me having been missing for two weeks. I just ignored them. At lunch in the canteen Kirsty came over and sat beside me. "Sadie called me last night. She didn't make much sense. Said you'd had a sex change operation and it was all my fault." "She's just upset." "Well, I thought so at first. But you have been missing for two weeks. So did you do it?" "Do what?" "Have a sex change?" "Fuck no!" "Well what did you do that frightened Sadie so much." "Nothing, Sadie's easily frightened." "Well you must have done something!" "I didn't do anything but something happened." "Like what?" "It's embracing!" "Come on tell auntie Kirsty." "Well, it kinda got bigger." "What do you mean 'it got bigger', what got bigger?" "My cock if you must know. It got big." "How big?" "Bloody enormous!" "This I've gota see, get it out." "No fuckin way, not here anyway." "OK come round to my place tonight. But I warn you if it isn't big I'll fuckin cut it off." Kirsty was the biggest slut at college. Not that she was actually big. In fact she was rather petite. Less than five foot high, lithe body, small but well formed boobs and unbelievably long legs which she took delight in showing off. She was also drop dead gorgeous. She didn't need to put it about, it appeared she actually enjoyed fucking, as often as possible. "Hi Peter come on in. You know I didn't realised until Sadie called me that we'd never fucked. Well big cock or no big cock it's time we got together. Well, get it out, let's see it." "I think I made a mistake, perhaps I'd better go." "Oh come on Peter. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that I like to fuck and I see nothing wrong in talking about it. OK we'll take it easy, would you like a drink? "Sure." "I'll get us a couple of beers." When she came back from the kitchen carrying two buds her jeans and top had gone and all she was wearing was a pair of black hold-ups and patent heals. "Like what you see? Most guys do." I just sat there catching flies with my wide open mouth. She was fuckin gorgeous, olive skin, no tan lines, no blemishes, no pubes. Beautiful tits, flat tummy, fuckin gorgeous. "Well, do I get to see it now?" I slid off my top, kicked off my shoes and undid my jeans. "Fuckin hell!" she shouted as the enormous bell end sprang out the top of my boxers. "Sadie didn't tell me the half of it. Come on get them off. This I gota see!" I was standing there like a spare prick at a wedding with my bell end straight up in the air level with her eyes. "How fuckin long is it?" "Don't know?" "Well I gota know. I'll get a tape." She reappeared with a tailors tape measure and proceeded to run it from balls to tip. "That's fuckin impossible. Two and a half fuckin feet. Not even black guys are that big and I should know I love fuckin black guys. Lets see how fat it is. Fuck, over eight inches around. What'd you do have them stitch an elephant cock over the top of your weenie?" "I told you I didn't do anything. Look at it. Do you see any fuckin join?" "That doesn't prove anything. Still it's impressive. I've just gota get it inside me. It's gona be fuckin tight. No sticking it in my bum though, I want to live afterwards. Here spread this lube on it." With my cock well lubed and Kirsty kneeling on her bed I spread her cheeks wide and forced the enormous cock head into her well used cunt. "Fuck take it easy Pete it's too fuckin big. Nice and slow, I wana live to tell about this." I managed to get about half of it inside her, fuck I'm sure it wasn't this big yesterday. I began to hump in and out of her pussy wrapped tightly around my shaft. "Fuck! Too big! Fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm fuckin cumming! Please don't stop! Eaowwwwwwwwwww!" As I humped into her tiny body I felt the cum welling up and suddenly it spurted deep inside Kirsty's twat and she shot forward like a spigot mortar banging her head on the wall behind her bed head! "What the fuck!" she said rubbing her head, "Why'd you fuckin push me off like that. I didn't do anything to deserve that and I'm on the pill. Why'd you fuckin push me off!" "I didn't, I thought you jumped. It wasn't me." "Fuck that was incredible. Most guys can't make me cum but you I don't think I've ever come like that ever! Wait'll I tell the girls. You're gona be so popular!" "Now Kirsty" I was hardly back in my room when there was a banging at the door. "Hi Sandi, Ann, what can I do for you?" "You can fuck the shit outa us with that enormous pecker you've been hiding. Kirsty says you had it extended and it's huge." "Go away girls, I'm tired." "Too tired to fuck this?" asked Sandi pulling up her short skirt and exposing a shaven pussy. "Or too tired to play with these," said Ann pulling down her boob tube and exposing her gorgeous tits. "If you don't let us in we'll strip right here," said Ann undoing her jeans. "Ok Ok, come on in, make yourselves at home." "Come on let's see it then," said Sandi. "First things first, would you like a beer?" "Sure!" "OK I'll be right back." A few minutes later when I returned with three bottles the pair were bollockless naked in the middle of the living room floor, Sandi on top, the pair licking each other out, fuck they were real sluts. I sat two of the bottles down and hefted the third while I knelt down at Sandi's head. I showed her the bottle and she smiled pulling Ann wide apart. I put the bottle against the opening and tried to push it in. "What the fuck you doin?" shouted Ann. "Just trying to get a dildo in," said Sandi. "Well use some fuckin lube!" "I haven't got any." "Have you got any baby oil? No I don't suppose you have. Well what about body oil? No. Some butter or marge then!" A few moments later I scooped a handful of marge out of the tub, rubbed it around the bottle and smeared the rest on Ann's gaping twat. "OK I'm gona get it in this time." Sandi spread Ann's pussy wide and I worked the base of the bottle in. Fuck it was tight but it was gona be even tighter when I shoved my cock in. As the base forced it's way in Ann squealed like a stuck pig. Finally the base was in and I rotated the bottle as I worked it in right up to the cap. "Fuckin bastards!" she hissed. I smiled and Sandi smiled back. "I don't know what you're fuckin smiling about I'm gona shove this one in you're ass." "Now just a fuckin minute!" "No not a fuckin minute. Don't worry I'll lube it well." "Fuck, you'd better lube my ass well" "Don't worry I will." I got a huge pat of marge and dolloped it against her ass. "Get it well inside her," said Ann, use you're fingers, she likes being fist fucked!" "No I fuckin don't!" "That's not what the guys tell me!" said Ann. Ann spread her friends cheeks as I worked three fingers deep inside her ass. "Come on get your whole fuckin hand in there." I added the other finger and then my thumb. I mean I'd heard of fisting before but I never believed it, I'd never heard of ass fisting ever! And here I was with my entire fist buried in this gorgeous nineteen year old ass. I pushed it further in. "Take it easy Pete, that's my fuckin ass you're hammering!" "Hang on, there's something in here!" "What the fuck!" she said. "Hang on, I've got it." I slid my fist out, Sadie squealing all the time. "That's it, here it is," I said holding up a silver wrist watch. "You're a fuckin bastard Sadie," said Ann, "I know who owns that fuckin watch." "Wait a minute Ann I can explain everything." "Explain, explain what? How my dad's watch got up in your fuckin ass!" "No it wasn't your dad, honest!" "What someone stole my dads watch and lost it up you're ass." "No it wasn't like that. It was Billy, he came around this afternoon when you were out and Well We kinda did it." "You mean my brother fist fucked your ass and left my dads watch inside you?" "He did more than fist my ass, he fucked it and pissed in it as well, he must'a been wearing it and it came off inside. We were both far too excited to notice it." "You're a fuckin slut Sandi!" "No more than you, you fucked my two brothers. And one of them's only fourteen!" "Girls, girls, can't you sort this out later, we've some fuckin to do." Reluctantly they got back to the task in hand and with Ann spreading Sandi wide I worked the bottle all the way home. When I'd finished I hefted the third, lubed it and with a little help from Ann filled Sandi's pussy with it. "Just a minute girls," I said heading off to the kitchen. I returned with a fourth bottle. "Now just a fuckin minute!" shouted Ann. "What? You helped me get two bottles in Sandi, so you should be willing to take a second one as well. Spread her wide Sandi. With Sandi grinning and spreading her friend wide open I lubed her ass well using my hand to work it deep inside. "Kinda squelchy in here," I said. "It would be, the entire ball team fucked it today." "What!" said Sandi, "When?" "Just before you called. I left them to lock up when I went round to see you. All twelve of them came in my ass." "How long ago?" I asked. "Well, lets see, the first one must have shot his wad around two and the last one around eight. But they all did it more than once, I'd say around three dozen loads went in there within the last seven hours." "You're an even bigger slut than me," said Sandi. "And now my hand's covered in black men's cum," I said looking disgusted. "OK Ok so there's a little cum In my ass, that shouldn't stop you stickin that bottle up there, get fuckin on with it." With Sandi spreading Ann wide I worked the bottle into the well used asshole. Fuck these were two complete sluts. I couldn't believe what I'd just done and heard. I'd never done anything near as kinky as this, ever. The pair of gorgeous dark eyed beauties got, unsteadily, to their feet. "OK, you've had your fun, now it's time to put up, let's see what you're packing." I turned my back, slid my pullover over my head, kicked off my trainers, slid off my jeans and stepped out of my boxers. Turning around the two girls squatted there open mouthed. "Bloody hell," squeaked Sandi. "Is that fuckin thing for real?" asked Ann. "You'll know when I shove it up both you're asses." "No fuckin way," they chorused. "Every fuckin way. You've got me randy as hell, who's first?" I lead the pair, rather unsteadily, remembering that each had two bottles inside her, into the small bedroom. "Who's first? OK Ann let's get the bottles out to make some room." "All right but take it fuckin easy, I still want to be able to fuck again tomorrow!" With Ann kneeling on the bed, knees wide apart, Sandi slid the bottle out of the gaping pussy before emptying the well used ass. "If you took thirty six cocks in there today you can fuckin take this in there now." "OK but take it fuckin easy, don't shove it all in at once." "All right, I don't want to hurt you. I'll go slow." Sandi pulled her friend's ass wide apart and I eased my enormous cock head into the widely gaping hole. I was surprised how loose she was, I'd expected her ass to be tight. Still thirty six cocks and at least one fist not to mention the beer bottle must have done something to open it up. I eased forward on the bed as my shaft disappeared inside the olive skinned girl. "That's fuckin incredible," said Sandi, "I never thought she'd take even half of that but it's nearly all fuckin in!" "Eaooooooooo," hissed Ann. "You cumin girlfriend?" "Fuckin A!" "Don't kill the bitch Pete, and save some for me," said a smiling Sandi. "Don't worry, plenty left for you. Ann started to rock back and forward on my enormous shaft fucking herself into a wild orgasm. Soon I felt it starting to well. "Hold onto her fuckin shoulders Sandi?" Sandy loosely took hold of her friend. "Hold her fuckin tight" I shot my wad and Ann bounced off the wall. "Why'd you fuckin do that," she said rubbing her lump. "I'm sorry I didn't do it, it just happened. I did ask Sandi to hold on to you. "That's not very funny Pete, It fuckin hurt." "What'id it feel like?" asked Sandi. "Fuckin incredible until he cracked my skull on the wall." "Come on I gota get that inside me." Sandi knelt down and took my length in both her hands. "Fuck it's still fuckin hard. I'm gona blow it." Try as she might she couldn't get it past her teeth. Finally she licked Ann's shit from most of the shaft before pushing me down on the bed. Ann slipped the bottle from Sandi's twat but left the other one in her mates butt. "Come on Ann It'll be too fuckin tight." "Well if it is I'll take it out. Just try it." Sandy stood over my prick and eased down, she didn't have to bend her knees much before the enormous cock head was in contact with her shaven pussy lips. "It's fuckin huge, I don't think I can take it" Ann stood behind her, hands on her shoulders and forced her down as half the enormous shaft disappeared inside her pussy. "Fuck I can't take anymore!" "Sure you can, he's not in your womb yet!" "You know I fuckin don't like that!" "No but you do it. Harry got his hand in there, Freddie stuck a baseball bat into it and Meat pissed in there all in the past week." "OK OK, so they did but I didn't like it." "You fuckin loved it. Now stop wining and shove down so he can get through your cervix." "Oh fuck!" squealed Sandi as she forced down until I felt the head of my now enormous cock pop through her cervix and slide all the way into her fuckin womb. I'd never heard of such a thing, but now I'd done it I was sure going to do it again and again and Sandi fucked up and down on my shaft until she banged her head on the ceiling as a wad of cum spurted deep inside her womb. "That was fuckin incredible," she said rubbing her sore bonce. "Come on Ann, I wana fuck up past your cervix." "No fuckin way, that thing inside me once is enough. Besides I'm all fucked out. Maybe tomorrow." The two tired, and very dishevelled, gorgeous girls slowly dressed and, very unsteadily, left. I washed my well used, and still enormous pecker before going to bed. Fuck it was so big I could give myself a blow job! The next day I was surrounded by girls all day. They wanted to know if it was true that I'd had an elephant's cock sewn on. I brushed them all aside and tried to get on with the equations. I didn't know what had caused the change and I wasn't sure if it was a good thing. Fuckin hell of course it was. I'd had incredible sex with three gorgeous girls within the last twenty four hours and it looked like today was going to follow the same pattern. Seven o clock that evening Pat, Kerry and Tina were ringing on my doorbell. "Hi girls what can I do for you?" "You can fuck the shit outa us if your trouser snakes half as big as Ann and Sandi say it is," Pat. "Look girls I've got work to do." "Plenty of time for work after we get a load of that monster you've been hiding all this time," Kerry. "OK you wana come in and play? Then strip." "What?" Tina. "You heard me, take your clothes off, right here." "No fuckin way," Kerry. "OK goodnight girls," I said closing the door. Two minutes later the bell went again, I wondered who it would be this time. Standing there in the public corridor Kerry, Tina and Pat were stark naked, not even shoes. "OK, turn round, that's it, right the way round. Now spread your feet, come on wide apart, now bend forward. OK I want you to spread your buns and let me see if your fannies and butt holes are worth all the trouble." I was amazed! The three gorgeous teens did as I asked, right there in the public corridor giving me an unimpeded view of their gorgeous ring pieces and smooth shaved pussies. "OK girls come in, leave your clothes there you can dress on the way out." I'd only closed the door a few seconds when the bell went again. This time it was Michelle and Brandy. "Hi Pete." "You wana fuck?" "Sure." "Ring the bell when you're naked." "What!" "Take your clothes off, pile them up over there with the rest of them and ring the bell again." I closed the door. Fuck could I take on all five? The bell went and when I opened it not only were Michelle and Brandy standing there buck naked but so were Nancy, Betty and Carol. "Hang on a minute," I said closing the door. "What's goin on Pete," asked Kerry. "Nothing to worry about, just some more pussy wants a part of me, don't worry I'll get rid of them. Holding a six pack I opened the door. Fuck the five had been joined by a naked Dian. "Here take one of these each, ring the bell when you've shoved them up your asses." "What!" they all shouted in unison. "You heard, I want you to shove these bottles all the way up your ass, blunt end first, so only the cap's outside. Then ring the bell again. Here you'll need this for lube," I said handing Dian a kilo of marge before closing the door. "OK girls that should have goten rid of them," I said pulling my shirt over my head and shucking off my trainers. I'd just stepped out of my jeans when the doorbell rang again. "What the fuck now? My enormous cock was standing straight up poking out the top of my boxers with the knob end nearly brushing my chin. I left Pat, Kerry and Tina, standing, hands up over their wide open mouths stifling silent screams. Annoyed I pulled the door wide open and there waiting for me were six bottle filled asses high in the air. "Can we come in now Peter," asked Dian. "You'd better before we all get arrested." As the six bottle filled girls got sight of my totem pole they gasped. "Well, what you waiting for, come on in if you want a good fuckin!" "Sorry girls," I said to the first three, "But it looks like we've some company." "How come they didn't have to shove bottles up their asses?" asked Brandy. "We can soon rectify that. Pat, go get some buds from the kitchen." Pouting, the pretty young teen padded off. "Is that fuckin thing for real? What'id you do to make it that big? I can't take that. Wow. I'm gona die. I already did and went to heaven. I want it first," were some of the comments as I slipped out of my boxers. "Look at those fuckin balls," someone said, "They're like tennis balls!" I hadn't realised my balls were in proportion to my cock. But they were fuckin huge. "They must hold a quart of cum," giggled Brandy. Pat came back holding three cans of coke. "Sorry Pete no more beers, will these do?" "They will if you three can get them in your asses." "They're fuckin cold." "They'll soon warm up!" Pretty soon the three early comers had the coke cans all the way up inside their asses. "OK girls this is what's gona happen. I'm gona fuck you in either the ass or twat, my choice. If you're not too tight I'll shove a bottle in your other hole while I fuck you. If I fuck you in the twat I'll shove my cock head right through your cervix and into your womb." "That's impossible!" Kerry. "Na, Sandi told me he did it to her last night," said Brandy. "Meat and Harry both did it to me," said Michelle. "Meat did it to me this afternoon," said Carol. "OK Pat, you're up first, I think I'll do your ass. Nancy, take the can outa her ass and slide it into her twat. You'll need some lube." With Pat kneeling in the centre of the floor I had Kerry pull her cheeks wide open and offered the knob end to her wide open pucker. As I slid the first few inches in she gasped and started to squeal. I slid nearly a foot in and then stopped. "The rest of you, I want you to get in a ring and fist fuck each other, get your fists all the way in, right up to the wrists mind you. Come on, plenty of marge in the fridge." "They pouted a bit but soon all eight girls were wrist deep in pussy." I had three quarters of my salami inside Pat and had started to hump back and forward. "OK now use your free hands to bottle fuck the ass in front of you. Come on I want to hear those orgasms. If you don't work hard and cum I'll throw you out in the street naked!" It didn't take long until I fired my first salvo and Pat cracked her head on the arm of the settee. "OK, Kerry, your next. Pat take her place in the Daisy chain. Tina slide the bottle outa Kerry's ass and slide it into Pat to plug the cum inside. Kerry I'm gona fuck you're womb, come over here and spread your pussy for me." In one long push my cock went all the way to the top of her fuck tube, forced open her cervix and bounced off the top of her baby cavern. "Fuckin bastard you've killed me! I'm gona die," she squealed. I just kept on fucking as her pussy squeezed my shaft. Pretty soon I shot my wad and Kerrie's head hit the same part of the settee as Pats. "Better pad that arm before someone gets hurt," I giggled. A little while later Tina banged her head on the ceiling as I filled her ass with man goo. By ten o clock all nine girls had taken a load either deep in their ass or in their womb and every one of them had cracked her skull against either a chair, wall or the ceiling. Funny, once I'd shot my wad inside them they wouldn't let me fuck them again. Still, I'd probably hurt them, I wouldn't be surprised if they weren't too sore to fuck anymore. When they left they had my buds and cokes damning the cum and stopping it running down their legs. I made them dress in the corridor, not that any of them appeared to mind. The next evening I fucked another six girls and the next and the next and They'd let me do almost anything, make them arrive naked, with bottles in their asses. I even fucked several with Jack Daniels bottles, just to see if I could. Then I fucked them up the ass with the JD bottles in their twats, fuck it was tight. It went on and on and on. Funny enough I appeared able to fuck as many girls as wanted me to without ever getting knackered. The following morning I was always wide eyed and bushy tailed, even the day after I'd fucked the entire cheerleader squad, fuck were they fit young ladies. I hadn't seen or heard anything of Sadie since that night when it all started, no fuckin loss, not the way things were now. Then I had the call. "Pete you fuckin bastard I'm pregnant!" "What!" "You heard you fuckin bastard I'm pregnant. What're you gona do about it!" "Sadie is that you?" "Who do you fuckin think it is. I'm fuckin pregnant!" "Whose is it?" "What do you mean, 'Who's is it'. It's fuckin yours that's whose it is." "Are you sure it's mine. After all it's been so long" "Not too long. I knew I shouldn't have let you fuck me with that fuckin mutant thing. Now what you gona do about it!" I put down the phone. Fuck Sadie was up the duff. Well I sure wasn't goin to marry her, not now, not with all this goin on. The phone went again and I ignored it. Ten minutes later the doorbell went and I opened it to grim faced Kirsty, Ann and Sandi. The three pushed past me into the apartment. I hadn't closed the door before Ann started. "We're all pregnant Pete." "What?" "You've made us all pregnant." "Are you sure?" "Are we sure we're pregnant or are we sure you're gona be a dad?" said Kirsty. "Yes and yes," added Ann. The doorbell went again. I ignored it but it was insistent. Michelle, Brandy, Nancy, Betty, Carol and Dian were all standing there grim faced. I knew what they wanted so I let them in. Fuck thirteen girls all expecting my kids. I was gona commit suicide. We talked into the early hours, not resolving anything. Much later as I lay in bed the enormity of it hit me. Fuckin hell! I'd fucked a couple hundred bunnies since that first night. If even half them were pregnant I was in deep shit, and god knows how many of them were under age. Quickly dressing I haphazardly packed a bag and hurried out to the bunch of scrap I called a car. I'd drive to Reno and catch a Greyhound to Mexico. I could disappear completely in South America. They'd never find me there. As I left the city lights behind I suddenly felt sleepy. Pulling over I stopped the engine and dozed for a couple minutes. End of Part 1. Part 2. I came to slowly. Fuck my head hurt. I tried to open my eyes but the light was blinding. "Easy fella. Take your time. Just keep your eyes shut. Here let me help you sit up. Drink this, it'll help. Now slowly, open your eyes, careful it's fuckin bright." Slowly the world came into focus, but I couldn't resolve what I was seeing. It looked like I was inside a great mirror ball. Nothing made sense. Someone's head came into focus. "Hi there, welcome back to the land of the living. Take your time, I'm Frank and this here's Tommy." Slowly bits and pieces came into focus. Fuck the two guys were naked and their pricks were as big as mine. I'd been kidnapped by a fuckin fag gang! I started and tried to get to my feet. "Easy fella, slow down. Plenty of time. No one'll be here for a while yet. Just relax and let it wear off and let your eyes get used to the light. What's your name." "Pete. What is all this?" "We're not sure. I've been here a long time, Tommy arrived a while ago and you got here just now. Hang on I think someone else's coming." There was a shimmering in the centre of the room and a naked body appeared. "Here Tommy, give me a hand to get him on a couch," said Frank. He seamed to be in charge and I wasn't going to argue with him. "Yep big prick too. That's four of us all with enormous dongs. Bet yours isn't natural either, sorta happened couple months ago? Well, looks like we're gona get some more visitors, there's another six couches." I had no way to tell time. When I could see, I realised we were in a large circular room with mirror walls and ceiling. Around most of the wall ten cots were arranged. Against the other was a water faucet and some cups and a table on which nondescript, but edible, food appeared from time to time. Other blokes arrived at irregular intervals, at least it appeared irregular. Frank took care of them and got us to help them onto couches. Fuck we all had enormous peckers. As we swapped stories they were all very similar. None of us had family to speak off. We had all been in failing relationships. We'd all lost two weeks but gained enormous peckers. We'd all fucked ourselves silly until the hoard of pregnant girls started to scream at us. We'd all made a run for it and we'd all woke up here. Oh yes, we were all from the Midwest and we were all twenty two years old. Nothing much happened until all ten couches were filled. None of us had a clue where we where or why this had happened. Naturally we talked and came to the opinion that it was some sort of secret government experiment that hadn't done what they expected. So we'd all been kidnapped. None of us had any idea what was going to happen next. Even if we had none of us would have come up with the true story, never in our wildest dreams. I woke up and couldn't move. I was sitting up in the couch as were all nine others. "Hello lads, welcome to the 'Shining Star'," An enormous women was standing in the centre of the room. No not enormous, tall, well over seven feet. She was drop dead gorgeous, black, and naked. "My name is Anna. That's not my real name, you couldn't pronounce it, so Anna will do. I'm afraid it's my fault you're all here. It will take a while to explain what happened and why you're here but we've plenty of time." Anna explained that she was from a planet at the opposite end of our arm of the Milky Way, near the galactic core. I didn't believe a word of it. Apparently her world was similar to earth in very many respects. Too many. The men had waged war against each other until someone released a Contagion that wiped out every male on the planet within a week. It didn't matter where they hid, the contagion got to them. Not only that but as every male child was born it died immediately. Sure they took precautions but what ever they did the babies died. Until no more babies were born. Finally, three years later, they cleared the contagion and started to clone boys. It wasn't a success. They all had deformities and were sterile, thankfully none of them lived long. They had been visiting earth for very many years and after the disaster 'tested' several men discovering that we could make them pregnant. However it was decided that because of the anatomical differences between our two races they'd have to 'alter' those chosen to help. Then they waited to make sure we weren't sterile before 'harvesting' the crop in preparation for taking us back to 'Eden'. Naturally I didn't believe a word of it. At first they were going to keep us all asleep and continually 'harvest' our seed to impregnate their population. Then they decided it wasn't moral to let us live out our lives asleep, after all we were going to rescue their entire world. Then they were going to let us stay awake and 'harvest' us several times a day. When they realised none of us would cooperate with that they had thankfully decided that 'proper' sex was the only real answer. So we were going to be expected to fuck as many girls as possible until enough male babies were born and came of age to take over and then we'd be returned to earth if we wished. What the fuck was this woman on. She left through a seamless door. We sat in silence for a long time. Finally someone said, "Well." It took some time to digest what she had said. Was she living on cloud kuku land? Was it some enormous practical joke? Was it the Russians? Or was she really a little green woman? It turned out that none of us had anything to go back to, just an awful lot of pregnant girls. So if this was for real it wasn't a bad thing. Anna appeared several more times telling us about her planet. It was slightly smaller than Earth, so a lighter gravity. A bit hotter, with three moons. Chlorophyll was apparently universal as was carbon based life. The animals were much as on earth, some sort of parallel evolution. Then she dropped the bombshell, this wasn't the only 'cell'! There were another nineteen so there were some two hundred odd twenty two year olds from different parts of the world all with enormous peckers to repopulate a world. Sometime later a door opened and all twenty cells were linked to a corridor. Unsurprisingly we were all the same age but not the same height or hue but all had the same attribute. Surprisingly there was no animosity, every 'cell' had developed it's own leader but none of these showed macho tendencies and all cooperated with each other rather than fight for power. Eventually Anna informed us that we had landed, we hadn't felt a thing thanks to the inertia less drive. A door opened at the end of the corridor and slowly, we filed out. If we had had any doubts before they were all gone now. The ship had landed in the main square of a very beautiful city. Later we learned that the square had been specially constructed for this very moment with a number of buildings being cleared to make room. As we emerged into the semi darkness the three large moons were very evident. But what took my breath away was the thousands of beautiful women, all naked thronging around the landing pad. "Welcome to 'Eden'. Your arrival has been eagerly anticipated. To consummate our new relationship please chose whichever woman you like and impregnate her. In fact impregnate as many as you can, right here in public. Don't worry, none of them will chase you for 'Alimony'," she giggled. One of the black guys took a young blond girl by the hand and led her up onto the pad where she knelt down and started to blow him. Anna had told us that it didn't matter who we had sex with or where we deposited our semen the Eadenites would all get pregnant, some sort of osmosis. Several other guys selected 'partners'. Oh well in for a penny, in for a pound. I went down and selected a beaming pretty ebony girl, I'd always been partial to jungle bunnies. Soon she was bending forward and my salami was entering her pucker. Before long all two hundred of us were fucking. The orgy went on all night, we had no way of knowing how long it actually lasted, and most of the next day. Finally, in twos and threes we retired into the ship exhausted. When we woke up an enormous banquet was waiting for us, and hundreds of eager naked beauties. Naturally we partook of both. I fucked several young girls in their tight puckers. Unlike my earth partners they had no trouble taking the entire length. Fuck I was in heaven. Finally, a long time later we were led out of the ship, through the cheering throng of gorgeous naked girls into a shimmering towering building. "Welcome to Eden, I am Garsheba. The people have chosen me to represent them. Please take a seat. If you feel like impregnating any of our population while I talk please feel free." Apparently public sex was going to be the natural order of things. "Thank you for coming to our aid. Our current population is four billion. Whilst you cannot possibly impregnate them all you can impregnate enough to ensure the survival of our race. Our population will naturally fall far below its current levels but within a century we should be back to this level, with your help of course." "We encourage you to have sex with as many women and post pubescent girls as you can. In return you will be housed and fed well. Within the next few days we will disperse you to our twenty most important population centres. Naturally you can choose who you want to impregnate but you will only be able to impregnate each girl once. You see part of the 'Alterations' we made was to add a pheromone gland that makes each one of you irresistible to females. However to make sure that you impregnate as many girls as possible we added an innoculant to your semen. Therefore once your cum touches a girl she will not want to have sex with you again. This was the fairest way to make sure that you impregnated as many different girls as possible and didn't waist your seed on girls who were already pregnant." This place was truly Eden. Slightly lighter gravity so we felt full of energy, warm enough to go naked, plenty of good food, pleasant, naked, company and as much tail as we could handle. By the time the speech was over we were all in the process of impregnating, hell fucking, one little tart or another. I was in absolute heaven and I hadn't done anything to deserve it. I soon got into a steady routine. Wake up and go outside to choose two pretty young blonds to blow me before breakfast. Fuck a couple of twenty somethings in the ass after breakfast. Have a jungle bunny blow me during lunch. Fuck several more before dinner and spend the evening servicing four of five fourteen year olds. Garsheba appeared to approve of our activities. A few days later we were dispersed to the various cities. Not that it would be our last or only journey. We could meet each other any time we wanted and move between cities as and when we wished. We could also travel to the smaller enclaves just so long as we kept fucking ourselves stupid. No girl ever complained at her treatment, even if we were a bit rough with her. It appeared to delight them if they made us happy so they started to make sexy outfits. Cheerleader uniforms, nurses outfits, nylons, boots, anything that we suggested. They had vast libraries of earth pictures to work from. Life was good. By the first anniversary of our arrival we'd managed to impregnate nearly three quarters of a million women and everyone was happy. The race wouldn't die out with this generation thanks to our sterling efforts. In future we could do anything we wanted, anything. Not that we hadn't done anything we wanted before. The anything I started to do was double team the youngest girls available with Frank. We started with fourteen year olds and progressed to twelve year olds, double fucking their asses in front of their doting and approving mothers. Fuck life was good. We double teamed at least two asses every day. We started 'Theme Weeks' Say only fourteens, or only jungle bunnies, or only girls with pierced nipples or only twenty five year olds. Then we played the scales, One day twelve year olds, the next thirteen and so on until nineteen days later we reached twenty nine year olds and back down to twelve's. Six years after we arrived nearly five million babies had been born, nearly half of them healthy boys all with todgers big enough to satisfy any girl. Six years after that the first of our brood were starting to impregnate their piers. Life was good and we could soon start to take things easy. Not that fucking the shit out of willing pretty young things one after the other was exactly onerous. Twenty years after our arrival our job was done. The race had survived. Not that anything or anyone stopped us from fucking. But we'd slowed down somewhat only shagging a couple girls each day. The new kids fucked like rabbits, and in public. In school, the office, the fields, the factories, the cinemas, anywhere, any time with any one. Sex was normal and nothing to be ashamed off. End of Part 2 Chap 3. Then the bombshell dropped. We were summoned to the capitol. Garsheba, older but still in command stood before us. "I have some terrible news. The men of your world have done what our men did. They have wiped themselves out, every one. It happened when we were busy elsewhere and we didn't know until babies had stopped being born. Our people are decontaminating your world but we haven't made ourselves known to the survivors. We need to know what to do. Should we send some of our young men? Would you like to return? Should we revel ourselves? What should we do?" It was decided that the the Eadenites should revel themselves to earth and explain what had happened to them, how they'd fixed things, what they were doing to help and offer to let us return once the contagion was cleared. Anna travelled back to Earth and several months later returned with earths representatives. I was amazed to see people I recognised in the group. They were a lot older but still drop dead gorgeous. Kirsty, Sadie and Ann. Needless to say the Eadenites, and us, were completely naked. The earth delegation very quickly got into the swing of things and stripped naked. I was pleased to see people from home. Naturally the Eadenites kept us informed of the general things that had happened on earth, but the little things, that was something else. I got together with Kirsty and Sadie and within minutes had fucked them both up the ass. Something they said they'd been looking forward to, it appeared the anti pheromone inoculation didn't last forever. Then Ann introduced me to my twenty year old daughter and I beamed as she blew Frankie. The delegation had been told that like the Eadenites, being fucked in any hole by us would leave them pregnant. The delegation stayed for a week. It was agreed that fifty of the original men would return together with three hundred of our male children once the contagion had been vanquished. In return the delegation readily agreed to abolish all forms of prudery and allow us to impregnate anyone we wished, any where, any time. It would take six months to clear the contagion and in the meantime Anna would ferry earth women back and forth. It was agreed that only young pretty women would be chosen. The next flight carried nearly a thousand 'sixth formers' from Pakistan. All gorgeous, dark skin, flashing eyes, big smiles even with cocks down their throats or up their asses. We must have hurt them but they took it without a murmur of complaint but lots of squeals of delight. Then we 'serviced' a cargo of Orientals, then Frogs, Brits and Yanks. Finally the contagion had been cleared and we headed home. To say we were welcomed with open arms wouldn't exactly be true. There was a lot of suspicion from the leaders. The military, yes there was still military, suspected some form of invasion. A faction thought that we'd spread the contagion so we could arrive as 'Saviours' and rescue the planet taking over as we did it. However, we were permitted to fuck and fuck we did, like bunny rabbits. It took weeks to persuade our home world that we were only here to help. Finally things eased up, we dispersed across the planet and did our utmost to ensure the population did not die out. Naturally things were a little more difficult. Public sex wasn't exactly popular with the locals, neither was underage. Group sex, especially with dozens of girls at a time was beyond the pale. However after a couple years all the taboos had been swept aside along with the prudes who advocated these. The only taboo still existing, and rightly so, don't impregnate your own kid! Fuck it was exciting all over again. At nearly fifty I am fucking the shit outa between eight and ten pretty young things every single day. I have all the food and everything else I want. I'm in heaven lying here with a thirteen year old gorgeous black skinned girl bouncing up and down on me, my prick sliding in and out of her ass. Three other thirteen year olds fist fucking each other waiting for my attention. Five fourteen year olds just leaving with my babies starting to grow in their bellies and years more of the like to cum. Life sure is sweet. Would I have preferred to spend the past 30 years with Sadie and a life steeped in mathematics? I leave you to answer that.

FOSTER CHILDREN BY KARA Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story is pure fiction and is intended for the enjoyment of adults only. It involves the hard spanking of a ten- year-old and nine-year-old girl and describes the enjoyment and sexual arousal a teenager experiences by giving the spankings. This may be considered edgy by some, so please be forewarned. If this does not interest you, please do not read further. The author in no way condones the real-life mistreatment of children. I will never forget my senior year of high school. I had decided to participate in an exchange program and thus spent the entire year with a host family. It was not the typical program where one goes abroad; it was within the United States, but gave me a chance to experience a different part of the country. Being from a big Midwestern city, it was very different to suddenly be in a small, rural Georgia town. My host family, the Walkers, were very nice; Mr. Walker was in his mid-40s and a successful business man. He was a partner in the only insurance agency in town and had done quite well for himself. Mrs. Walker (Kelly as she insisted I call her) was what you would call a southern bell. She was Mr. Walker's second wife, and they had been only married a year. She was 25, beautiful, and knew it. She didn't seem like someone who tolerated things not done her way. Although I had my doubts at first, I actually ended up getting along with her quite well. She was very sweet to me once she saw that I was always willing to help out with whatever I could around the house. Speaking of the house, it was a large, majestic home on a bluff above a river on a big estate with an ample orchard of apple trees and several hickory trees. It was extremely beautiful and relaxing, and I loved taking long walks through the property and walking down to the river. I actually arrived about six weeks before school started; both Mr. Walker and Kelly insisted it would be a good vacation and give me a chance to explore the area and become familiar with the town before beginning school. It turned out to the be the best thing I could have done. When I arrived, I learned that it soon would not only be the three of house in the house. The Walkers had apparently decided a while back to take on foster children, and they would begin arriving in a week. I tried to find out more, but it was apparent Kelly did not want to talk about it. I got the impression this was more Mr. Walker's idea. I figured with him getting older, maybe he wanted kids in the house and thought his home would be a good place. I personally found children extremely annoying, especially badly behaved ones, and had mixed feelings about the whole thing. But it didn't take long before my questions were answered. The first to arrive were sisters: 10-year- old Katie and 9-year-old Emily. Both girls looked very similar; they were slender, had blond hair, and blue eyes. Emily had short blond curls, while Katie's hair was longer and in pigtails. For the first two weeks after the girls' arrival, Mr. Walker was mostly at home, handling the affairs of some family clients. He was warm and gentle towards the children, comforting them and helping them adjust to their new environment. Kelly, on the other hand, was cold and reserved. I wondered how she had ever agreed to take on foster children. She barely talked to the children at all, But when I overheard a conversation a few nights after the girls arrived, I thought I started to understand, and it gave me the most incredible feeling between my legs. Kelly lectured that she was not used to having children in the house, especially preteen girls, and although she was willing to take them in, that they would have to pull their weight. She gave them a written schedule of daily chores and warned them about failure to perform their tasks. She then asked how they were disciplined by their previous foster parents. They gave her some examples of punishments they had received, grounding, removal of privileges, extra work. She than asked if they were ever spanked. That question caused me to become weak-kneed, and I could feel moisture on my private parts. Katie could remember two occasions when she was spanked, the last more than five years prior; Emily could only remember one spanking in her life. Kelly asked them to describe the spankings. They told her truthfully that they had been spanked only by a foster mother, on their bare bottoms, and that it really hadn't been very severe. She had used her open palm and had given them no more than five slaps. Kelly solemnly shook her head, and said that things were going to change for them, and that they would be disciplined "as I was when I was a child." She didn't elaborate further. My mind was racing; could it be true? Did Kelly really intend to spank the girls when they needed to be punished? From a young age, I had always been interested in spanking. While I was never spanked myself, I was very curious about the spankings my friends or classmates got at home. Whenever I had heard of one of them having "gotten it," I used to ask as many questions as I could to learn the details without trying to seem too interested. Was it on the bare or over clothes? What implements if any were used? At the time, I didn't understand what about spankings I found so fascinating, but I soon did. Once when I was 12, I was walking home from school when I heard faint crying coming from a house several down the street from mine. I didn't know who lived there, as it had just recently been sold. I couldn't resist and had to check it out. The living room was in the back of the house, but the window was not completely closed. I crouched down and looked through, and I saw a little girl, probably eight or nine, draped across the lap of an older girl, maybe 19 or 20. I didn't know if she was her older sister or babysitter, but she was wielding a large, wooden hairbrush and whacking the little girl's bare bottom with it. The kid's cries were much louder now, but it was the older girl's face that caught my attention. She was smiling. And it was not a typical smile; her face clearly showed anger, but her lips were separated and grinning. There was no denying she was greatly enjoying what she was doing. I only watched for 30 seconds, but the expression never changed, and it didn't appear she had any intention of ending the spanking. I quickly made my way back to the street and continued to walk home, my mind filled with new thoughts. That night, I laid in bed, and for the first time, thought of what I had seen earlier in the day as I rubbed between my legs. My body responded differently than it had ever did before, and it felt amazing. Without even consciously doing it, I imagined myself in the place of the older girl, with the kid draped across my lap. I pictured pulling her panties down, picking up the hairbrush, and spanking her hard. I imagined her squirming and kicking, but the more she resisted and cried, the harder I spanked. There was a rush like I had never felt before, and soon I experienced the most intense orgasm of my young life. After that day, I did everything I could to try to witness spankings, and I would lie awake, thinking of how I could one day administer a spanking myself. I also came up with many fantasies smacking and whipping little girls. In my dreams, I was in a position of authority over children, usually a schoolteacher or headmistress or babysitter. A child would soon disobey or backtalk or behave like a spoiled brat, and I would have the opportunity to punish her. The child was consistently a preteen girl, right at that age where she thought she knew everything and could get away with anything she wanted. I would strip the child naked, slapping her hard across the face if she resisted. I'd then position her for punishment and derive the most incredible pleasure from whipping and beating her and making her scream and cry in pain. I would either bend the girl over a piece of furniture and apply the paddle, strap, or cane to her bottom, or I would lay her down on a bench or table and soundly whack the soles of her bare feet with a hard wooden ruler or belt. I did not think I was a sadist, but in my dreams, it felt so good to reduce the naughty brat to a howling, bawling baby who was completely under my control. I enjoyed the feeling of total power over the child, and I would always wake up completely soaking wet from these dreams. Several years ago, I had even secretly started collecting spanking implements, thinking I could somehow use them. Every time I had babysat for a naughty little girl in my neighborhood, I would promise myself I would give her what she deserved, but I had always chickened out; I was always afraid of being discovered. The truth was that I could have easily given a spanking and not gotten into any trouble, but I was always so self- conscious about it. I always found it so ironic and frustrating that someone who would derive no enjoyment from spanking a child probably would have easily spanked some of those girls I babysat, but I, who yearned to give a good, hard spanking, could not bring myself to do it. Over the next couple of weeks, Katie and Emily became more and more used to their new environment, and as they did, they started to behave like a typical pair of bratty little girls. They became slack about during their chores, they would not come when called, and they would regularly talk back to us. I suspected Kelly knew exactly what needed to be done, but it became apparent nothing was going to happen as long as Mr. Walker was working out of the house. I began to have daily fantasies about disciplining the children; I would lie in bed at night and imagine punishing them while I rubbed myself to hot orgasm. It didn't help that Katie and Emily looked and behaved exactly like the little girls I imagined in my fantasies. Sometimes, I would place a couple of pillows on top of each other on the center of my bed, retrieve a paddle or switch from my collection of implements, and whack the pillows hard while I scolded out loud, imagining I had bent one of the girls over them for punishment. There was something about actually standing at the side of the bed, holding a real implement in my hand, and being able to administer hard whacks to an object which produced a loud sound that made the whole experience seem much more real than a fantasy; however, it still felt incomplete. I wanted an actual child to whip. I wanted a naughty little girl struggling and begging while I positioned her over those pillows. I wanted to tell her just how she was going to be punished and watch those tears start to fall. And most of all, I wanted to paddle her and strap her and switch her good and hard while I elicited the most satisfying shrieks and howls of pain from the little brat. And that's exactly what I did after falling asleep. In my dreams, I was "Mistress Kara" and had complete authority over Katie and Emily. I would catch the girls misbehaving, smack them hard across their know-it-all faces, and drag them by their earlobes into the bedroom, twisting hard while they cried. I would bend Emily over the foot of her bed and whip her hard with my belt as she wailed; then I would lay Katie down on the bed, tie her ankles to each bed post, and use a long wooden ruler to whack the soles of her feet, seeing which girl I could get to scream louder. In the morning I would wake up with their cries ringing in my ears, dripping wet, and within 30 seconds of rubbing, I would once again be overcome by an orgasm which would take my breath away. Two weeks after the children arrived, everything changed. Mr. Walker left on a two-week business trip to Europe, and Kelly and I were left alone with the girls. On the day he left, Kelly entered Katie's room, closed the door, and started talking in a loud voice. I was in the next room, and could only hear snippets of the lecture, but it was apparent that Katie had failed to do all her morning chores, something both Kelly and I had repeatedly admonished her for. The voices got louder, and there was a sudden commotion; I heard what sounded like stomping, the scraping of a chair, and more frantic stomping, accompanied by Katie's sudden shouts of "No! No! You can't!" I couldn't help but smile as I Realized what was going on, and I was already getting wet from the thought. A few seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sounds of a spanking! An actual spanking! Right here, in the next room, and it was real! Katie's defiant cries of "No!" quickly turned into cries of pain as the slaps rained down. "Owww! Stop! You caaaaan't spank me! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll do it! I'll be gooooood! Please stoooooooop!" Katie squealed as she obviously realized she had gone too far. I couldn't believe how quickly Katie's attitude was changing from one of utter defiance into one of submission. If I had ever needed proof that physical punishment was the only way to deal with naughty little girls, this was it. I was a bit disappointed, however, as it did not sound as if Katie was getting spanked on her bare bottom, and after what seemed like about 20 smacks, Kelly stopped the spanking. I couldn't imagine Katie's punishment was over, and I went out into the hall where I could hear more clearly. My sexual excitement had just started to mount, and it was going to be a huge letdown if Kelly was going to allow this spoiled little brat to get off with such a light spanking. To my surprise, Emily was already in the hall, listening with a shocked expression on her face. "You have two minutes, Katie, not a second longer," I heard Kelly exclaim. I wondered what that meant, but at that moment, Kelly emerged from Katie's room and proceeded towards her own bedroom. As she passed by Emily, she grabbed her arm and said, "You come with me right now; you have a good dose coming yourself!" Next thing I knew, both Kelly and Emily had disappeared into Kelly's bedroom. Katie, tears streaming down her face, followed Kelly out of her room and headed downstairs. I quickly followed to find out what had happened. My mind was a blur and racing with possibilities. "She wants me to cut a switch," said Katie miserably as she went outside. A switch! I continued to follow her, my sexual excitement growing by the second. "What kind of a switch?" I eagerly wanted to know. In my mind, I was already picturing Katie kicking and screaming as a switch painted bright red stripes on her naughty bottom. "She told me to cut a hickory branch and make sure it's at least two feet long," said Katie through muffled tears. "What will she do to you if the switch is smaller?", I wanted to know. "She didn't say, but I don't think I want to find out. I'm really scared!", she said. I became even wetter, and my heart rate began to increase. All I could think about was that this naughty child was about to get a sound whipping, and the thought turned me on like nothing ever had. I watched in amazement as Katie selected the element of her coming punishment and walked upstairs to Kelly's bedroom. Kelly closed her door after Katie entered, winking at me as the door closed. I could tell her face was flushed. In a trance, I knelt by the door to hear the sounds that would emerge. "Remove your dress and skirt, girl," said Kelly. Katie was crying harder now. "Stop that crying RIGHT NOW!!" Kelly instructed. "You're going over this bench whether you like it or not. You DESERVE a spanking, and that is PRECISELY what you're going to get. Now I want you to come over here, remove your sandals, take off your panties, and bend over. It's time you learned what happens to disobedient children in this house." Katie gasped, stamping her feet in childish refusal. "No, mommy, no, noooooooo!!" she begged in keening, frantic tones. "Don't make me take them off, spank me over my panties, please mommy, you don't know how awful it is, please don't..." <SMACK!!> "You GET those PANTIES down NOW!!" Kelly shouted as she slapped the child hard, probably across the face. "No mommy, no, please don't, I'm sorry, I'll do it, noooo..." I reached down and began to rub myself. My earlier concerns that Kelly would go easy on this girl and not punish her the way she deserved had now fully evaporated, and Katie was only half the picture! I smiled as I thought of Emily getting her "dose," curious as to where she was right now in that room. I began to wonder if Kelly would ever let me inflict punishment on the girls; oh what I wouldn't give to feel their naked little bodies draped across my lap, squirming and wiggling as I whacked their naughty bottoms good and hard with a paddle. My thoughts were interrupted by Kelly's sharp voice. "All right, Katie, let's get you into position." "Mommy, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Katie wailed, as she no doubt realized her chances of escape were quickly approaching zero. "Oh, you'll soon have something to wail about, you little brat," I thought to myself as I pictured the now-naked girl bending over and presenting her bare bottom for punishment. Kelly then gave Katie another lecture about doing her chores, then told her that she would not tolerate unruliness and that disobedient little girls in this house "get spanked on the bare bottom." The "bare bottom" was emphasized by Kelly, as if getting spanked on the bare bottom was to be a rare occasion. Of course, they were to find out later that they were never to be punished any other way, as it should be. "I'm sorry mommy I didn't mean it really I didn't please don't spank me..." "Hold still and stop that wriggling!" Kelly ordered. "And I don't want to hear another word out of you, Katie! You've had this coming for weeks now, and this is one lesson you aren't going to forget in a hurry!!" After a brief pause at the end of Kelly's lecture, the switch made its first appearance. <Swish, CRACK!> Katie screamed in pain. <Swish, CRACK!> Again, Katie howled and I began to feel an incredible heat between my legs. Here was a little brat, getting the whipping of her life, and I was listening! How I wished I were the one wielding that switch. "Beat her, Kelly!" I whispered aloud as the whipping continued. "Beat her hard! Punish her, and don't hold back! That's right, make her scream...Louder! Louder! Oh yeah, just like that! You know this is exactly what this child has deserved for weeks!" <Swish-WHACK!> <Swish-CRACK!> <Swish-THWACK!> The blows came mercilessly, intertwined with Katie's shrieking, crying, and begging; such lovely music to my ears. My heat grew. <Swish, CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> <CRACK> The "spanking" continued for what seemed like an hour, but was actually only a couple minutes after two dozen unbelievable lashes. My female being was on fire at the end, and my legs were weak. As I got up to hurry away from the door, it opened, and Kelly motioned for me to enter. I noticed her face was fiery red, and she had a glint in her eye. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time. I entered to find a scene straight out of my fantasies. The 10-year- old girl was completely naked and bent over a tall bench near the foot of the bed, bawling loudly. Her hands had been secured to the legs of the bench, and her feet barely reached the ground, her toes just brushing the carpet. Her bottom looked incredible. Long, red welts covered the entire lower surface of Katie's bottom. On the right buttock, and on the right thigh, I saw yellow-purple blisters caused by the end of the switch. I let my eyes wonder the room, and in one corner, I saw Emily, nose pressed against the wall, no doubt extremely scared she was next, which I hoped she was. Oh how badly I wanted to strip her naked and beat her right then and there! Drunk with passion, I couldn't think of anything to say. I just stared. I finally managed to stammer, "This looks like a good way to punish." "It's the only proper way to punish a bratty little girl," Kelly responded. "Would you like to give her another half dozen strokes with the hickory switch, to see how you like it? Both girls need to learn it's not just me who is in charge of discipline." I almost had an orgasm right then and there. Had I heard correctly? Katie began to protest but Kelly quickly silenced her by giving her five hard spanks to her very sore and red bottom. This of course only silenced her protests; her cries increased in volume. "Make it a full dozen for that outburst; she needs to learn that children in this house shall not speak unless they are spoken to, especially during punishment," Kelly said curtly. She was about to hand me the switch when she suddenly paused, eyeing her watch. "I didn't realize the time; I have to be at a hair appointment in 15 minutes. We can continue this another time." My heart sank. I was so close...Too close. I had to do something. Mustering up as much courage as I could, I said, "No need to wait till later; how about you go to your appointment, and I'll deal with Katie and Emily?" I was worried my voice would sound shaky or too eager or somehow not just right, but it sounded good, and I seemed to have struck the right chord with Kelly, since she paused and seemed to consider it. "I don't know, Kara. Do you have experience whipping children?" she finally asked. "Yes I do," I said with a level of confidence that surprised me. "When I was a few years younger, I was regularly asked by a family who lived on our street to baby-sit their three daughters. They were an Eastern European family and very strict and insisted I spank the girls whenever they misbehaved, which was quite often." "What kind of spankings?" Kelly asked. It had worked beautifully; none of what I had just told Kelly was of course true, but it didn't matter. I had played out dozens of spanking fantasies in my head, and it was second nature to come up with a believable story line. I now had to continue it and answer her; no way was I going to risk Kelly changing her mind and lose the opportunity to punish Katie, and maybe even Emily if I was lucky. I wanted it so badly, I could taste it. "There were three basic rules," I said, trying to choose my next words carefully. I had reached the pivotal moment; if Kelly were the type who believed a child needed to be spanked as a last resort and only for her own good, it was critical I came across as being strict but still gentle. On the other hand, if Kelly believed that little girls simply needed hard spankings as a matter of course to learn to behave, and if she maybe even enjoyed giving a spanking, it was in my interest to sound very strict and unsympathetic towards the child; just like a disciplinarian. I had no idea if Kelly was anything like me and got sexually aroused by the sound spanking of children, but based on what I had observed so far, I decided Kelly fell much more into the latter camp than the former, and I chose what I said next accordingly. "I had to give all spankings on the bare bottom, I had to use an implement at some point throughout the spanking, and I was not allowed to stop spanking until the girl was loudly screaming and crying." Kelly's face broke out in a smile. "Now those are exactly the kind of rules used by parents who know what they are doing. If more people had such rules, I guarantee you we wouldn't have bratty kids screaming and running wild in restaurants and stores. How old were the girls, and what type of implements did you use on them?" I knew I had won her over. The rest was just icing on the cake. "They were 8, 9, and 11. The naughtiest little brats you could imagine, except for perhaps Katie and Emily. Most of the time, I would bend the girl over my lap and use a paddle on her, or position her over the back of a chair and whip her with a leather strap." Talking to Kelly about the punishment of children like this was turning me on beyond belief, and I debated if I should say something about whacking naughty little girls on the soles of their feet, but I decided against it. If everything went well here, there would be ample opportunity to discuss punishment techniques later. "Did you ever feel the spankings you had to give were too harsh?" I was now in my element, and I smiled back. "No, I never did. Sure the girls would be bawling by the time I was done with a spanking, but that was the point; the punishment was meant to hurt." "Okay, it sounds like you can more than handle things with Katie while I am gone." "And Emily? You had promised her a dose as well." "Give her a dozen as well. If either of them give you any trouble, any trouble at all, tell me, and I'll personally tend to them myself when I come back." It was over; I had done it. I was about to live out my fantasy! Hoping I was doing a good job of keeping my excitement in check, I said, "Don't worry, they are going to get exactly what they deserve. You will find two very sorry little girls waiting for you when you return." "I'm sure I will," she said as she handed me the switch, and with a smile, excused herself. When I held the switch in my hand, I felt an electric current course through me. It was going to happen; it was *ACTUALLY* going to happen. I had finally done it; I was alone with the naughtiest little girl I could imagine, and I had full authority to inflict harsh physical punishment. Here I was, me, in a position of complete power, a two-foot length of hickory in my hand, a spoiled and bratty preteen bared and ready for discipline before me (and one waiting in the corner), and it was no dream. I couldn't believe it; it *really* was happening! "Mistress Kara" was *actually* going to soundly whip and beat these disobedient, insolent children into submission, and I found myself consumed by an overwhelming sense of triumph and pleasure. I stared at the blond, pigtailed little brat before me, and she was all mine! Mine to discipline, mine to punish, mine to thrash! I had dreamed of this moment since the girls' arrival, and I now had every intention of taking full advantage of my position of power to thoroughly enjoy myself and make Katie pay for her disobedience and insolence. I thought about her constant haughty attitude, how she felt free to repeatedly backtalk with impunity, and I began to experience The most intense desire to hurt this girl, to make her suffer, to watch her writhe and shriek as I gleefully beat her with my switch good and hard. It was an incredibly powerful feeling, and the greatest aphrodisiac I had ever felt. I flicked the switch lightly against my left palm and couldn't believe the sting. If a light tap on my hand could hurt this much, a full-force, good hard stroke on a naughty bare bottom must feel like absolute fire! I now realized the sheer magnitude of the pain I was about to inflict, and I felt hot juices begin to run down my legs. I decided to wait a few more minutes to let Katie gain as much of her composure as she could; the quieter she was when I began the whipping, the better. I wanted to elicit fresh howls and screams from the girl, so I could fully enjoy the severity and effectiveness of the punishment. While I waited, I took advantage of the time to run my hands over the child's bottom. It was hot to the touch, and I could easily feel the raised welts caused by the earlier switching. I began to slowly massage the area, concentrating especially on her sit-spot, where I intended to deliver the majority of the strokes. Katie relaxed slightly, and I realized she probably thought I was trying to alleviate the hot burning of her little bottom. In fact, my goal was the exact opposite; I wanted to prevent the numbing of the area. I knew that after an extended pause during physical punishment, the skin's nerves had a tendency to go to sleep, so to speak, and I wanted to make certain all the nerve endings were wide awake when I resumed her discipline. My sexual excitement was growing by the second, and after a couple of minutes, I could no longer postpone the moment. I approached the child and raised the switch high. In a stern voice, I said, "This is what happens to little girls who don't do their chores!" and swung the switch. In a split second, all the years of fantasy were suddenly turned into reality. This was no pillow before me; this was the bare bottom of a real flesh and blood child, one who deserved physical punishment like none other. I intended to make this hurt, and I flicked my wrist to maximize the speed. I heard a swish as the switch descended, felt it slice the air, and rotated my body to put more force behind it. An instant later, the switch made contact with the child's upturned bottom, producing a loud and satisfying THWACK!! Up until this very moment, I had often wondered whether the feelings I would experience if I ever got to administer physical punishment for real would be the same as in my fantasies. Just because the thought of myself whipping and beating a naughty child gave me incredible pleasure, would I derive the same pleasure if the child were real and not imagined? I had heard parents use the expression, "This hurts me more than it hurts you;" what if I felt sorry for the little girl and wanted to stop? Well, I now had an answer. The feelings which began to surface were unlike anything I could have imagined; they were much stronger than anything I had experienced during any fantasy. The switch left behind a glowing red welt, and I felt a surge of power like never before. What happened over the next several seconds was incredible; Katie writhed over the bench, kicked both her feet in the air, and threw her head back and screamed in pain. My sexual excitement reached new heights as I watched; her reaction to the pain I had just inflicted gave me the most intense feeling of satisfaction I had ever experienced. There was an incredible rush of excitement, and I felt a savage joy at hearing the sounds of the child's suffering. I stood transfixed as the reality of the situation began to hit me. I had just whacked a child! An actual, naughty, bratty, disobedient little child who thought she called the shots around here. And not only had I just whacked her, I now had an overpowering urge to whack her again and again, over and over, good and hard, until she learned just what I do to naughty little girls in my charge. I was overcome with the hot burning lust to inflict pain and revel in it, to fully indulge myself and not hold back. No more being self- conscious like when I used to baby-sit; I was going to turn Katie into one very sorry and contrite little girl, and I wasn't going to be satisfied until I had her howling and screaming at the top of her lungs. I couldn't help but grin broadly as I raised the switch again and began to soundly whip her lower bottom and thighs. Katie bucked furiously, her blond pigtails swishing up and down. Each stroke was followed by a shrill, piercing scream which sent waves of pleasure right to my private parts, intensifying the fire between my legs to a level I didn't think possible. A few minutes ago, I had thought nothing could feel better than listening to this disobedient child receive her punishment, but I was wrong. It was so much more gratifying to soundly thrash the naughty little brat myself, to inflict the pain that forced her to acknowledge my authority over her. I repeatedly brought the switch down with sadistic glee, making sure to cross as many previous welts as possible to ensure the girl felt the maximum pain, and judging by her reactions, the punishment was having the desired effect. In my fantasies, I had sometimes wondered whether the constant and unmitigated screams of real children getting thrashed would annoy me, but I now learned nothing could be further from the truth. I found it incredibly satisfying to make this insolent little child shriek and cry across that bench, such lovely music to my ears. I raised my voice and began to loudly scold her as I continued to punish. "So you think you are going to misbehave and get away with it, huh little brat?" <Swish, WHACK!> "YIIIIIIIIEIEEEEEEEEIIIIIIOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!! NOOOOOO!" "You think I am going to tolerate disobedience and backtalk from a 10- year-old girl? HUH?!!" <Swish, WHACK!> "YIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE- HAAAAAAAAA!!! WAAAAAAAAAH! NOOO! PLEEEEZE! It HUUUUURTS!" "Oh, that hurts, huh child? Does it? Good! I want it to hurt. You are a naughty little girl, and it's about time someone put you in your place!" <Swish, WHACK!> "Aiiiieeiiieeeiaaaaaaaah!! Ieeee-aaaa- haaaah! NOOOOO! PLEEEEZE!! Waaaaaah! I'm SORRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE! Waaaaaaah!" "Oh you're sorry, huh? Well, that's not good enough. I'm in charge, and I'm going to make sure you are severely punished! Where's your haughty attitude now, little girl? Huh?! HUH?!" <Swish, WHACK!> "YIIIIEEEEEEIIIAAWWWWWWW! WAAAAAAH-HAAAAA-HAAAA! NO MORE! PLEEEEEZE! WAAAAAAH! I BE GOOOOOOD! WAAAAAAH!!!" I was almost shouting to be heard over Katie's anguished wails and cries; it was absolutely thrilling to scold her like this, to beat the girl with the switch as I sternly said, "HUH?!" I was taking great pleasure from every stroke, every crack of hickory on bare skin, every shriek and howl of pain and terror and helplessness. She was begging and pleading for the whipping to end, and it only served to further fuel my desire to thrash her as hard as I could. The girl was powerless, she had to just lie there and take it! I gleefully continued the discipline, relishing the power I held over her. "Imagine, only 10 years old, and she thinks she doesn't have to follow the rules or obey her elders. Oh believe me, little girl, you are going to learn to obey! Don't you ever forget that you are a CHILD!!! And do you know just how I deal with an unruly child who thinks she is in charge, huh? HUH?!!! Take *THAT*!!!" <Swish, WHACK!> "YIIIIIEEEEEEEEEOWWW!!!" "And *THAT*!!!" <Swish, WHACK!> "YIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAAAIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" "And *THAT*!!!" <Swish, WHACK!> "Waaaiiieeeeooowww!!! <sob> Waaaaaah! <sob> Waaaaaaah!" Katie was howling and bawling at the top of her lungs, and I was in total ecstasy. The power and control I had over this child was intoxicating, and I was on the verge of an orgasm. It was now that I understood my true nature; nothing else could ever give me the kind of sexual gratification that I was deriving from severely beating this disobedient child into submission. I realized then and there I could never be satisfied with just this one experience and had to plan accordingly. I was starting college next year; I imagined a career in education. I could have an entire classroom full of naughty little girls for me to whip. Or what about social work? I could start an orphanage for preteen girls. And that did it; the thought of an entire orphanage full of bratty little girls who desperately needed physical punishment pushed me over the edge. My body began tingling all over, and as I delivered the 12th and final stroke, I felt myself orgasm as the little girl once again screamed in pain. It was the most glorious and intense orgasm I had ever had, and I pressed my legs together as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through my body, the child's shrieks echoing in my ears as I relished my private pleasure. I watched fascinated as Katie's body bucked and trembled violently, her bare feet kicking wildly in an attempt to rid herself of the pain. Her mouth was open wide, taking in gulps of air between her anguished howls. Crocodile tears rolled down her face and onto the carpet. It took all my willpower not to grab her ankles, raise her feet into the air, and apply the switch good and hard to her bare soles. Little did I know that it would only be a week later when I would get to strap both sisters to this same bench, remove their flip-flops, and whack each girl long and hard on the soles of her bare feet with an 18-inch wooden ruler. But that's a story for another time. I waited a few minutes for Katie to calm down, then undid the straps binding her hands to the legs of the bench. "Alright, child, On your feet! Get up and stand in the corner, hands behind your head," I ordered, already getting aroused again. I debated asking Katie questions like whether she had learned her lesson, or whether the punishment had hurt and if she was now ready to obey, but I decided against it. Although it would have been fun, I didn't want to unnecessarily delay, in case Kelly came home sooner than expected. Katie was taking up valuable bench space, as it were, and I could hardly wait to put Emily across it, this time fully experiencing the entire punishment process myself, from beginning to end. The bawling child struggled to her feet and stumbled toward the corner that was still free and unoccupied. I smiled with satisfaction as my eyes fixed on the very red, inflamed skin, the pattern of livid welts all across the round, little bottom that bounced as the well-punished girl walked painfully towards the far end of the room to take up her position in the corner. "Stand still and don't even thinking of turning around or getting your nose out of the corner. Any movement from you, little girl, and I won't hesitate to put you back over this bench for another good thrashing!" I exclaimed. I now turned my attention to Emily.

TALES OF TERROR: THE ACADEMY BY UNKNOWN Rita awoke to a loud crash from her window. She looked up to see 3 shadows emerge from the broken window. Rain splattered her floor around the window and the wind was loud as it whipped the curtains around. She tensed as she recognized that she was in danger, and tried to flee from her bed. She was caught in the strong grip of one of the intruders. There was no sound from them as they bound her, placed duck tape over her mouth to keep her from screaming and dragged her struggling body to the window. She tore her nightgown when she tried to get away, exposing one of her naked breasts. Her exposed nipple hardened in the cold air as she was eased out of the window and carried to a waiting car. She got a good look at one the assailants faces as he placed her into the trunk. He was a large man, blonde hair with a beard. He smiled at her as he lowered her into the trunk. It was a warm smile and she could tell that he wished her no harm. She could see now that all 3 of her attackers were men. One man was very large, fat. Another man, an older man of about perhaps 50 years of age and graying leered at her before closing the trunk. He examined her body closely. She feared now that she would be raped. The vehicle drove away into the night. No one knew that 12-year old Rita Wakely from Amarillo, Texas was missing until 8am the next morning when her mother went to wake her. She was never seen by her family again. ****** It was cold in London in November. Atleast, that's what Diana Brooks thought as she walked on the campus of her junior high school. Even though she wore a heavy sweater and a coat, she still shivered. The faster she walked, the colder she became. If she walked slower, she'd be late for her 8th grade math class. She had 3 minutes to get to Webley hall and into her room, where it would be warm and cozy. She picked up her pace. She could see the building in site. 2 more minutes before the tardy bell. Her daddy would have a fit if she were tardy one more time! She had been tardy 4 times this semester. She would be in serious trouble. She had sweet-talked her way out of detention the last time by batting her pretty blonde eye-lashes at the new young, handsome assistant pricipal and promising never to do it again. She'd have to think of something more convincing this time. She might even have to flash some naked legs this time, she devishly thought. 5 steps from the door... 4.... 3.... (RRRIIIIII NNGGGGGGGG! ) "Shit! I did it again!" "Miss Brooks!" Diana flung herself in the direction of the commanding voice behind her. "Mr. Roberts!" "Nasty language from such a pretty girl, don't you think, Diana?" She stuttered for several moments, and finally gave up on speech. Better think of a good excuse, she thought to herself. "I believe this is the 5TH time you've been tardy to class this semester. Now, last time, I gave you a break and relieved you from punishment. I didn't even notify your parents because i was being nice. I can't do it again, Diana." He looked at her sternly. "Come with me, young lady." She followed him as if her tail were tucked between her legs. They entered his office. He closed and locked the door behind them. This worried her slightly. "What do you think we should do to make sure this never happens again, Miss Brooks?" The Assistant Principal asked in command mode. She looked at the floor and spoke in a whisper. "I don't know, sir." Roberts looked at the young girl very closely. This could be a good one, he thought. If it can be arranged.... "I think this matter is very serious to me, Diana. I cannot keep pulling you out of trouble. The other kids will start complaining to my boss, then I'll be in trouble. Now, I try to be nice because I like you, but I can't keep it up." She nodded passively. I wonder how far I'll have to go this time, she thought nervously. Last time, he only made me undress so that he could see me naked. I wonder if I'll actually have to do something else this time. GOD! He's so handsome, but I don't know if I could have sex with him! I've never done anything like that. Heck, I've never even kissed a guy. I wish he'd hurry up and let me. Roberts began unzipping his pants. Diana tensed. He pulled his throbbing cock from his zipper and began stroking it. The 13-year old girl couldn't believe her eyes. He was actually showing her his dick! "Come here, Diana. I want you to touch it for me." She approached apprehensively. He seized her hand, and made her touch his hardening member. "Now, put your mouth on it and lick it with your tongue." She backed away quickly. The girl had genuine fear in her eyes. "No! I can't! Please don't make me!" The fear in her eyes grew more and more. Roberts continued stroking his hard-on. "If you don't suck me, you'll have to fuck me. Make up your mind, Diana." "Please, Mr. Roberts, I've never done anything like this. I don't want to. Can't we do something else? You can touch my naked body if you want, or I'll touch you some more. But, please don't make me do anything else. I'm scared." She was shaking. "There's one other thing that you can do for me. But, you'll have to promise to me right now that you'll do it, and if you don't, I will be forced to expell you from school." She began to relax. "What is it?" "Meet me in the school parking lot at 11:00pm tonight. We will go somewhere where I can get you naked. I want to take some pictures of you naked." She tensed. She began to think of the complications of this request. What if he sold the pictures and the whole town saw them? What if DADDY saw them? "Promise you won't show the pictures to anyone?" "I promise. And, don't tell anyone about this or even where you are going tonight. Clear?" "Yes, sir." "Good." He slipped his cock back into his pants, and pulled the zipper. Diana could see the bulge straining against the material. It turned her on to see it, but she wasn't ready to have it in her mouth or virgin pussy. No way! He unlocked the door, and ushered her out of the office and back to her class. ****** It was 10:55pm. Diana had sneaked quetly out of her father's estate and had rode her bike to campus. As she rode into the parking lot, she noticed that it was empty. There were no cars. Where is he? She wondered. Suddenly, she heard a screech behind her. She dropped off the bike, fell to the ground and turned her head in the direction of two headlights bearing down on her stunned body. The car jerked to a stop. She heard several sets of footsteps, and saw shadows emerge from the car. Before she realized what was happening, she was being bound by duck tape. One man put tape over her mouth just as she was about to scream. Her legs were taped together. Her arms were also taped together. Desperately, she fought to get free. She had no recognition of any of her attackers. Mr. Roberts was no where to be seen. Maybe they murdered him? She wondered. She was picked up by one of the men and placed into the trunk of the car. The trunk was closed and she was shrouded into darkness. The car raced away from the campus. Diana Brook's bicycle was found in the school parking lot the next day. Her father had awoken early that morning and discovered that she was missing. It was 48 hours before the police would begin their search for her. They suspected that she had run away from home and was safely at a friend's home. The Assistant Principle, Ed Roberts, was shocked at the possibility of her abduction right on school property. He could not fathom why a child of her age would be riding around on her bike during the middle of the night. Especially on school grounds. Two years later, a local man bought an adult video tape from a "grab bag" collection, inwhich no titles were printed on the videos. He discovered a very pretty, young looking girl as the lead star of the film. Upon closer examination, he remembered the girl's face. He notified the local police, and confirmed that it was Diana Brooks in the X-rated film. She was only 15 at the time this video was purchased. It was speculated that the film had been made 1 1/2 years before, 6 months after her disappearance. No arrests were made. All traces of Diana Brooks after the video discovery vanished. ****** Beth Jorgans was walking back from the ice cream store. She carried her latest conquest: a double- chocolate cone and was eating it with joy. A car slowed and pulled up beside her as she walked. "Hey, girl! Why don't you share some of that ice cream with me!" Beth looked around and saw Jimmy hanging out of his brother's car, waving at her. Jimmy Thompson was only 2 years older than her at 13. He always rode around with his brother during the summers. They had always been good friends, and played together alot. Until lately. Something had changed between them. Last year, in school, Jimmy started teasing her about growing "boobs". She hadn't begun to wear a bra yet because her mom wouldn't allow it. So, it was common for her sizable breasts to bounce and sway as she played in gym. That's where Jimmy and most of the guys made fun of her. It hurt her feelings when he did that because she had always thought that he was her friend. But, her mom said that boys change when they reach his age. The car stopped, and Jimmy opened the door. "Hey, big whoppers! Why don't you spread some of that ice cream on your tits and let me and my brother lick them off!!!" The two boys began laughing at their crude joke. Beth turned to walk away. Jimmy grabbed her arm and looked her in the eye. Beth saw something strange in his eyes. It made her feel week and scared her. Unconsciously, she glanced at his crotch and saw a huge bulge. She had been getting in the bad habit of looking at guy's crotches to see if they were hard. Jimmy was definitely hard. Hard for me? she wondered. Ever since her older brother had made her watch that dirty movie, she found herself staring at guy's crotches, trying to guess how big they were. The ice cream began to melt on her shirt. She tried to stop it from dripping, but a huge glob got on her shirt, right over her right breast. Jimmy reached over, scooped up the ice cream, and while doing so, rubbed her nipple which was beginning to get hard. As he did so, she began to feel weaker. "My brother and I can really make you feel good, Beth. We won't tell nobody." She suddenly realized that he wasn't joking this time. He had a very serious look on his face. Her hands began to shake. "We've been driving around, drinking beer and thinking of your body. When we saw you walking, we couldn't stand it any more. We need you, Beth. I'll be your boyfriend, if that's what you want. Or, we will never do it again after this one time, it's up to you." She looked around. There was no one else in sight. She was trapped between the two boys. Jimmy, 13 and Tom, 16. Both had massive bulges in their pants. Tom spoke up, finally. "Listen, little bitch. You either come with us willingly and enjoy it, or we take you and rape you. It's up to you." He had a vicious look in his eyes. Jimmy winced at his brother's talk. Jimmy's eyes pleaded with her to cooperate. She could tell that he didn't want to hurt her, but she wasn't sure about his older brother. The ice cream was now melting down her blouse, running down her legs. She made the mistake of allowing her panic to show in her eyes. Tom grabbed her and dragged her to the car. Jimmy protested to his brother, but did not move to stop the older boy from kidnapping the young girl. "God damn it, Jimmy! Help me gag the bitch and put her in the trunk!" Jimmy got the tape from the back seat. Beth was screaming at the top of her lungs, but no one was around to hear her. The boys gagged her with the tape and taped her arms and legs. They placed her in the trunk, got in the car and drove away. ****** "How much do you think we can get for her after we're done with her?" Jimmy glanced at his older brother, Tom before answering. "I don't know. You're supposed to be the money man. I thought you've done this before!" Tom looked embarrassed. "Well, actually, not really. Sure, I've raped a few girls, but I never sold them like we talked about." "Well, that's great! What are we gonna do with her, just let her go?" "We might have to kill her, Jimmy." The boy got a stricken look on his face. "No, Tom. We can't do that. I won't let you." "But, she knows us, and she'll tell the cops!" "We have to think of something else." He thought for a few minutes. "Maybe we can sell her to Toby in exchange for some stuff." "Maybe. Probably won't give us alot for her if we fuck her first. Toby likes virgins. They sell for more money." "Well, I really want to fuck her, Tom. I've been after her for a year. And, you told me that I could have her cherry. You promised!" "Sure, kid. You get to make her bleed. But, I get to cum in her little mouth!" Tom reached down and rubbed his crotch as he drove into the woods. He picked up his car phone and dialed. "Toby? It's Tom. What? I thought I paid you. 200 bucks? You sure? Yes. I can get it. How about making a trade? I got this girl. Yeah. She's about 11 or 12, real pretty." Jimmy sat patiently as they drove. "Oh, yeah. She's a real babe. Dark brown hair down to her ass, big tits, pretty face and a hell of a figure for such a young one. She'll grow out real nice in the next year or so. What? No, she won't be a virgin, Toby. We're gonna fuck her first. But, she'll be fresh from her first fuck. She won't be a slut or anything, if that's what you're worried about. Real innocent little bitch. Great! Meet us in Wilford Hallow." He hung up the phone and smiled. ****** Beth laid still in the trunk of the boy's car and tried not to cry. She knew that they were going to rape her. But, when she heard Tom talking about killing her, she began to tremble violently. Then, the boys talked about someone by the name of Toby, and she didn't think she'd like him very much. Then, Jimmy talked about his lust for her. She had suspected that he wanted to have sex with her, especially after all the rude comments during the past year, but she never thought that he'd rape her like this. She didn't know Tom very well. She never liked him. He always looked at her funny. Lately, he just looked like he wanted to kill her with his bare hands, which scared her even more. Something wasn't right about the older boy. He was almost....demented or something. The car stopped and the engine cut off. A few moments later, the trunk opened. It was dark outside now, but she could see shadows by moonlight. The boys stood over her and glared at her bound form. Tom chuckled evily. "How old is this little tart, Jimmy?" Asked the older boy. "I think she's 11. She's 2 years younger than me." "Pretty big tits for an 11 year old, don't you think?" Tom grinned lustily at the young girl who was bound by duck tape and could hardly move. Jimmy only nodded. "How long have you been jacking off over these tits, little brother?" Jimmy blushed. "I never jack off!" His face was red. "Come on, you little shit, I saw you coming all over that girlie magazine behind the shed! You were shooting several good streams and yelling this bitch's name as you did! Were you pretending that your hand was this bitch's mouth? Huh?" Tom had a vicious tone in his voice. Jimmy began to get scared himself. "Come on, help me get this bitch on the ground so we can have some fun." Tom picked the little girl up and threw her body to the ground. Jimmy began taking the tape off her body. Tom drew his pocket knife. "It's easier if you use this. Here, let me show you." He stepped over to the crying girl and began cutting the tape off her body. As he did so, he cut into her clothing and peeled it off her body as well. Her shirt was cut into shreds, which he removed quickly, exposing her bare tits. He nicked a nipple with the blade playfully and watched as she shuddered. He moved the knife down her belly to her womb, and began slicing the cloth of her jeans. He kept the material of her panties untouched, but peeled the demin off her body with his knife. Then, he turned the knife to the only remaining piece Tof cloth on her body: her panties. He removed them in three slices and exposed her bare hairless cunt. Beth sobbed loudly as the boys gawked at her nude form. Tom took the initiative and forced her legs apart. "See, little brother, this is a cunt. You fuck it. You lick it when it's clean. Yup! We might even lick it for you, little cunt!" Turning back to his brother. "This cunt will be tight, and it'll squeeze your dick real nice. You'll probably shoot when your get the first inch in. But, that's okay, I plan to spend alot of time with this little bitch. She's the youngest I've ever grabbed." Jimmy stared at the naked girl and licked his lips. His cock was so hard that it hurt. Tom removed the gag from her mouth, and she cried out. "No sense in screaming out here, little bitch. Ain't no one around for miles to hear you. Save your breath for my 8 inch cock!" Tom spoke lewdly as he pulled his jeans down exposing his erection to the little girl's view. Tom began stroking his massive hard-on as he stared at the nude, trembling 11- year-old girl. "Oh, Jimmy! She's going to be a nice little fuck! Even after we bust her cherry and have some more fun with her, she'll get a good price. We will be rich men, Jimmy!" Jimmy had now removed his clothes, and was stroking himself as well. He was speechless. He had never seen a naked girl in real life. He had fantasized about this very girl for a long time. Even when they were little kids, age 8 or 9 and played together, he dreamed of being her boyfriend and kissing her. He also dreamed of playing with her pussy (which he called a 'hole' back then). He had accidentily walked in on her in her family's bathroom one time and saw her naked ass as she pulled her panties down. This was when she was 9. She screamed very loud when she saw him from between her legs. He had run out of the bathroom, and they never spoke of the incident. Now, he was going to rape the girl, force his manhood inside of her body. Make her bleed with his meat, and unload his sperm into her young body. His dick twitched as he thought about the night to come. "Damn! If you don't hurry up and bust her lollipop, I'm gonna do it for you! Now, get to it! I'll hold her down while you do it." Tom laid down next to the girl, and forced her to submit to his younger brother. Tom sucked her tits as his brother got into position to mount his first fuck. Jimmy took his manhood in his hands and pointed it at her small, hairless opening. "Jimmy!" The little girl sobbed. "Please don't do this!" "Shut up, bitch!" Tom reached over and hit her in the mouth with his fist. She cried out in pain. Jimmy winced. "Stupid little bitch! The only thing your mouth's good for is sucking cock!" Tom held her down, stradled her chest and forced his 8 inch manhood into her mouth. "You bite it and I'll kill you, bitch!" The trembling child held the older boy's cock in her mouth. "Suck and Lick it, Bitch!" Tom growled. Jimmy stared at Beth as she begun to comply and suck lightly on Tom's cock. Tears were still flowing down her cheek and she begged Jimmy with her swollen eyes. Jimmy looked at her bare slit. It was so small, and his dick was so big! He wanted desperately to feel his dick inside of her tight pussy, but what if he hurt the young girl? "Tom! I don't think it'll fit!" Tom snickered at his virgin brother as he watched the young child suck and lick his massive member. "You little shit! You MAKE it fit!" "But, I'll hurt her!" "Who gives a fuck? The more she hurts, the more exciting it'll be for you! Anyway, she'll adjust to your dick, and the pain will go away. Now, do it before I decide to do it for you!" Jimmy reached down and rubbed her small opening with his thumb. Beth squimed and moaned around the cock in her mouth. He noticed that his thumb came away from her being wet. He had heard that girls got wet down there, but only when they were turned on. How could she be turned on? She was being forced to do this and she was scared. How could this turn her on? He slowly ran his thumb over her bare pussy again, this time applying some pressure. The little 11-year-old girl lifted her hips, her eyes went wide as they locked onto his, and she moaned again. This time, Jimmy saw something other than fear and pleading in her eyes. He wasn't sure what, though. "You're turning the bitch on, little brother. Keep it up. Her mouth feels good when she's turned on, and when she moans!" Tom sneered at the child as he pushed his hard cock against the back of her throat, causing her to choke slightly. Jimmy noticed that Beth wasn't crying as hard anymore. He began teasing her pussy with his thumb again and was rewarded with her thick juices lubricating his thumb. He slid part of his thumb into her virgin womb. Her eyes grew wild as she looked at him. He definitely saw passion in her eyes now. He began moving his thumb in and out of her pussy as if it were his dick. She met his thrusts with her hips. She was breathing very heavy around Tom's cock now. Jimmy looked into her green eyes. "I love you, Beth! I have always loved you." "Cut out the smoochy shit! You're gonna FUCK her, not marry her, then you'll never see the little slut again!" Tom scorned. "She's just a FUCK, kid! Don't make it more than it is! Anyway, you're too young to know what love is. Hell, *I* don't even know what love is yet." The younger teenage brother looked down at the ground in shame. Then, he looked back into Beth's eyes and saw passion and something he couldn't recognize. He got down on the ground next to her, moved his face to her hairless mound and kissed her pouty pussy lips. She moaned loudly. Tom did too. Jimmy stuck his tongue out and lightly licked the little girl's opening. She went crazy, thrashing about on the ground, moaning with cock in her mouth. As Jimmy placed his tongue on her pussy hole and inserted it, the girl began coming. So did Tom. "Aaaarrrrrrr rrrrrrggg ggggghhhhh hhhhhhhhhh! Yoooouuuu fffuuuuc cckkki ingggg bbbiiiii tchhhhh!" Tom roared as he blasted hot jets of semen down the little girl's throat. The girl began gagging and joking on the thick cream. Her eyes bulged as she fought for breath due to the flood which was blocking her passage way. Beth's small body shook with her own orgasm. Tom forced his spurting cock deeper into her throat as he continued to empty his balls. ****** Jimmy couldn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him. He continued to lap up the young girl's gushing cream with his tongue and mouth. He found the taste and aroma very pleasant. He had heard about guys "going down" on a girl, but this was better than he thought. He was concerned about Beth, though. She was choking alot and seemed not to be able to breathe. But, she also was thrashing her body like she felt good. Her eyes were glazed over, even though they were bulging due to lack of air in her body. Tom was making grunting sounds as he finished with the girl's mouth. He finally released his softening cock from her mouth. Beth released a huge breath and began inhaling violently. Her color began to turn back to normal, although, she still seemed to be thrashing around and rubbing her bare pussy into Jimmy's mouth. She moaned softly as another orgasm took her. Tom finally came to his senses and looked at the couple on the ground with amusement. "You really got the slut going, little brother! Where did you learn to eat pussy like that? I've NEVER been able to make a girl cum like that. Hell, I can't even get them to moan when I eat them. They just lay there and look stupid!" He began to regain his anger as he thought of all the bitches that had made fun of his sexual technique. He looked at the 11-year-old girl, lying nude on the ground with his brother's face buried between her legs. "You fuckin' little whore! You'll cum like a damn waterfall for my little brother, but I bet you'd be stiff as a board for me!" He shook himself and walked toward the car. Tom pulled out a plastic bag and opened it. Inside was a small straw. He put it to his nose, dipped the straw in the bag's white powdery sibstance and began inhaling the powder into his nose. His head went up as a rush hit him. He smiled, and looked at the two kids on the ground. Beth was moaning loudly now. _I knew I should have just grabbed the bitch and left my fuckin' brother at home. I should have known that he'd get all lovey-dovy over the bitch. Look at them! My god, two little lovebirds during their first fuck together! She's cum like there ain't no tomorrow and he ain't even stuck his dick in her yet!_ Tom stepped back to the couple. "Jimmy, damn it! That's enough! She's plenty wet to fuck now. You ain't gonna hurt her now. Stick your dick in her and let me have my turn." Jimmy and Beth both tensed at the older boys words and tone. Beth began to get scared again, despite the wonderful feelings she was feeling. _I think I love him too. Why didn't I see it? I've loved him for a long time! I was TURNED ON when I knew he was going to rape me! That can only mean that I WANTED him! Now, the thing I want most is for him to be inside of me and spurting his stuff like Tom did in my mouth! It was awful when I had to swallow that stuff. Would it be better if it were Jimmy's sperm instead of Tom's? I hope Tom doesn't touch me anymore. I can't stand him. I want Jimmy!_ She placed her hands on Jimmy's head and motioned for him to come up from her bald mound. Jimmy looked at his first love with passion as he moved his body up onto hers and began to mount her. She spread her legs wide to accomodate her first lover. "Ain't this fuckin' sweet! Shit! She actually WANTS you to fuck her! What the *HELL* do you have that I ain't got?" Tom screamed in anger. He walked over to the naked virgin, grabbed her hair in hand and yanked very hard. Beth cried out in pain. "Tom! Stop it! You're hurting her!!!" Tom shoved his little brother. "You don't get it, do you? This is RAPE, Jimmy! You're SUPPOSED to hurt the bitch! She ain't supposed to lay down, spread her legs and coo for you! She's crazy! She must be! Look at her! She's practically begging you to fuck her! The next thing you know, she'll be lowering her pert little body onto your dick and RIDING YOU!!!" Tom spit in the ground, and stared angrily at the couple. The younger boy thought about what his older brother was trying to say. _Why? Yes. She wants me. But, why? Is she just trying to get me to let her go? No. I don't think so. She really likes me. I can tell. But, she doesn't like Tom. He hurts her. I really DID make her feel good! Maybe she likes me enough to be my girlfriend like I always wanted. Jimmy lowered his head and kissed the young girl gently on the lips. She met his lips, placed her arms around his neck, pulled him close to her and locked onto him desperately. After an eternity, the children came up for breath. She looked into his eyes and whispered: "I love you, too, Jimmy! Please don't let him hurt me. Protect me, Jimmy! I'll do anything for you! I'll never tell anyone about tonight, I promise!" They kissed again. She moved her body into his as they kissed, nudging his hard member into her small belly. "Take me, Jimmy! Be my first lover! I'm ready for you now!" She whispered to her lover. Tom couldn't hear what the couple was whispering and it angered him that they were so happy. "This is making me SICK TO MY STOMACH!!!" Tom turned and went back to the car. He began to snort the remaining crack in the bag as he watched the two begin to fuck. ****** Toby was feeling good tonight. _Six little cunts in one night! Too bad I couldn't have fucked them before delivering them to their destination. But, I have money to make, and the Academy don't like soiled goods. Hell, they seldom accepted used goods at all. Each pussy had been a virgin this evening, thank god! Once in a while, certain cargo never reached it's destination, though. Or, reached it's destination alittle...late. When the cunt wasn't a virgin to begin with, he'd been known to sample the merchandise before delivery. Which is what he planned to do with the last pickup tonight. That little cunt that Tom had waiting for him. But, he had to deliver these cunts to the Academy first. Then, he'd have all night to play with the sweet young thing waiting in the woods. He'd let Tom have his fun with her, because he knew that young ones like her stayed tight no matter how many times she'd been fucked. Word on the street was that the Academy was just about to get a new big-wig. Toby was confident that he could continue making money even with someone new in power. Hell, he could always blow the cover off the place if they refused to buy his product line. He snickered as he thought of all the tight-assed professors being ushered to jail in patrol cars. They didn't dare cross Toby Monroe. But, it'd be interesting to see how the new guy works out. The old prez died of old age. Toby was sure that he had several young things suckin' him off when his life drained from his body just as semen drained from his aged balls. _Lucky Bastard!_ Toby wheeled the vehicle up to the security gate. When the guard approached, he flashed his I.D. The guard scanned it with a lightpen and waved him by. _Cargo delivery!_ He laughed to himself. He would never get used to delivering the cargo that he dealt in. He drove past several large buildings. All was dark at this time of the night. Peaceful. He pulled into a back entrance to a large green building. A light came on, and a garage-style door opened. He pulled the van inside the building. The door closed behind him. Men surrounded the van. They wore hospital uniforms. One man opened the back door to the van and began unloading the cargo. "You'll see that all these products are in top shape. They are young, intelligent, and will fit yoyr needs well." One of the doctors looked at the fat man. "I've told you before! You're using too much Tetlicyline! You're going to kill one of these kids one of these days!" OOPS! I definitely don't want to tell this guy about the incident last week. Good thing I dumped the body in a good place._ The doctor ordered several nurses and attendants to help with the 6 children. The doctor looked at Toby again. "Each of the five girls appear to be virgins. What about the boy?" Toby looked alittle uneasy. "Examine his ass for yourself! He ain't been fucked!" The doctor examined the young boy's anus, then looked back at the nervous fat man. "What about oral sex, anything else? You sure this kid has never been messed with?" "How the hell would I know? I just pick 'em up!" Toby was sweating. "Damn it, Monroe! You're supposed to check your sources thoroughly. If this kid has AIDS, you'll never make another dime in the slave trade! You better believe me! Now, TELL ME! Have you had sex with this boy?" Toby hesitated. "No. But, one of my men did. He blew the kid after we gave him the drug. The kid never knew it happened. The boy came in my guy's mouth and that was the end of it. I swear!" The doctor looked at him sternly. "I expect you to stop these incidents from happening in the future. I will write this one up, Monroe. Next time, you're history!" The children were ushered away on hospital stretchers into their new home. The young doctor turned from the slimy fat man and walked back inside, yelling orders as he did so. Toby knew that he had to watch himself. While he had alot on these guys, he didn't want the cops getting to him before HE blew the whistle. He needed the Academy as a bargaining tool to keep from going to jail himself. ****** "Oh, Jimmy! Make Love To Me!" Beth cooed as the boy rubbed his hard cock again her bald pussy. It was so wet from her orgasms mixed with his saliva that the head went right into her. She tensed at the tremendous pressure of the cock straining her lips apart and entering her virgin hole. Their lips met and they kissed passionately. She thrust her hips at him and accepted his manhood into her body. "I love you SO MUCH, Jimmy!" The 13-year-old boy couldn't believe the incredible feeling of having the head of his dick inside a girl. Her body was so hot and exciting. Her smell was wonderful. TSweet soapy, shampooy, with a string musky scent mixed. He had just learned the smell of sex. He was addicted to the fragrance. Jimmy sank another inch into the young girl and hit a barrier. "OOH!" She cried as pain shot through her body. "Jimmy! Don't stop! Break me open!" The encouragement from his child-lover was too much for him. She seized his lips with hers and began licking his lips with her tongue. This drove Jimmy past the point of caring whether he caused her pain or not. He thrust deeper and felt resistance, followed by an incredible sucking pressure on his cock as she cried out in pain. Jimmy could hear Tom laughing in the distance. Beth had never experienced more desire in her life. She knew it was love. She never even THOUGHT of having sex before. Now, she was begging her rapist to make her a woman. She knew that she loved him. That's the only way she could explain it. But, how could she really love a guy at age 11? Was it possible? Only a year ago, she'd been playing with *dolls*! Suddenly, she felt the pain. It was slight at first, and she knew that Jimmy had just touched her barrier with his manhood. _GOD! I LOVE THIS GUY!_ She attacked him. A moment later, massive pain shot through her body as he thrust his cock all of the way into her young, tight body. "Fuck the bitch, little brother! Pop that slut's cheery!" Tom cheered his young brother on as he snorted more drugs. The two children moaned as they thrust at one another. Jimmy was obviously getting ready to blast off. Beth was just coming down from an orgasm. It didn't take her long to get over the pain and to start coming. She had just come 3 times in a row, and if he didn't shoot soon, she could feel another orgasm approaching. "AAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! !!!!!!" Jimmy screamed at the top of his lungs as the first gush of sperm washed into the 11-year-old female's body. He suddenly realized that he could make her pregnant, and jerked his cock from her pussy. White cream flowed from her cunt, his cock throbbed as a blast of white semen shot out and all over her tits and stomach. Spurt after spurt shot onto the child's body. One glob shot up to her chin and dripped down to her throat. Another went into her long hair that hung around her shoulders. She was a beautiful vision as her lover's sperm covered her body. Jimmy and Beth collapsed into one anther's arms. Beth began to drift off to sleep, but was abruptly awoken when Tom violently picked his brother up and pushed him aside. "My turn, little brother! Now, sit back as I show you some REAL fucking!" Beth;s eyes grew wild. "NO! JIMMY, HELP!" The older boy straddled her cum- smeared form and moved to mount her. The younger boy woke up, and went after his brother. "Tom! Leave her alone! She's MY girl!" The older boy frowned and turned around slowly to face his sibling. "What? You little punk! I've taken enough of this shit! She's a FUCK, how many times do I have to tell you? After I fuck her, she'll either be sold to some guy who will drug her up and fuck her til she OD's, or WE'LL kill her ourselves! That's the way it works! If you don;t like it, TOUGH! Now, go back to the car if you can't take it. Let me have my fun in peace." The older boy inserted his cock into the young girl's body, and thrust his entire 8 inches into her. "UGGGGHH! She's TIGHT! Good thing you got her all wet. I slid right in!" Tom chuckled as he began to pump his hips. Beth began to cry. Jimmy attacked his brother. He knocked the older boy off from the girl's nude body. There was a popping sound as the boy' manhood was forced from the tight chamber of the 11-year-old girl's freshly fucked body. "You little bastard!" Tom screamed as he came back at his brother. His responses were slow, though, and his younger brother knocked him to the ground. Jimmy grabbed Beth's hand, jerked her to her feet and pulled her toward the car. Just as they reached the front door, a headlight blinded them. Jimmy could hear a car door slam. Tom was passed out on the ground by where Beth had been raped. "Nice little piece of ass from the looks of it, Jimmy! Now, where you going in such a fuss?" A shadow appeared in the lights and slowly approached. Jimmy was able to make out the huge form of Toby Monroe. He had a gun in his hand. ****** Colin Herst had just become president of St. Mary's Orphanage and Prep School. It was a small, sheltered campus situated in the countryside. When he first stepped foot onto the grounds, he couldn't fathom why the school had so much security. After accepting the job, however, he was quickly filled in on the status of the school. He was shocked, but realized that he finally had a chance to make some of his dreams come true not only professionally, but personally. It was a private school, receiving no state or federal funding. It was supported solely by alumnis and private individuals and enterprises. The school had some of the most talented faculty in the country. It was unusual for the faculty at a small private boarding school to hold doctoral degrees, but almost all at St. Mary's did. The student body made up of approximately 300 children ranging in age from 3 to 18 years of age. Most were orphanes, but some were children of faculty or supporters of the school. Herst had worked as Dean at several small universities and colleges for 10 years. Before receiving his doctoral degree, he taught high school math. He had just gone from a thriving university of 15,000 students to this small 300 student boarding school. The money was great. The benefits were even better. His opportunity to run the show. And, he had just learned that it wasn't an ordinary show, but one he thought he'd enjoy thoroughly. A knock came at the door. "Come in." He announced. The door opened to reveal a young man wearing a hospital uniform. "Ah, Dr. Gregory. Please come in. What may I do for you?" Thomas Gregory was 24 years old, but had been practicing medicine since the age of 16. he received his first doctorate in medicine at age 15. His qualifications were outstanding, but he tended to be testy toward others. "Mr. Herst, the new shipment has arrived. You told me that you wanted to review them, Sir?" "Yes. I will be right there. How many tonight, Thomas?" "Six, sir. The contractor said he's got one more, but he won't be delievering until tomorrow morning." Herst followed the doctor out the door and down the hall. They exited the new president's home, and walked to the medical building. They entered a door marked "Trauma". All around, Herst saw children on stretchers. There were six stretchers in the room. He noticed that there were 5 girls and 1 boy. He walked around to each sleeping form and studied them. As he stopped by each bed, he drew back the covers revealing the child's nude body. "How old are they?" Herst inquired. The doctor glanced at his chart. "We have 1 female age 5, 1 female age 12, 1 female age 13, 2 females age 14, and 1 male age 12, sir." Herst nodded his head as he observed the 5-year- old child. "She's really pretty. It's good to get them at this age. It makes it easier to train them. Make sure she isn't harmed, and make sure that no body touches her without approval." "Understood, sir." Herst went to one of the females. He pulled back the covers to reveal her full breasts and brown haired cunt. "Shave each girl's pubic hair. I want all these females to be hairless." Herst took took the chart from the doctor and browsed through it. "No special medical conditions on any of these?" "No, sir. They are all perfectly healthy." "What about this note here about the boy. Someone performed oral sex on him prior to bringing him here?" "Yes, sir. One of the contractor's men." Herst looked disgusted. He stepped over to one of the oldest females and examined her. "We have a nice selection here. Once they begin to wake up, put them in private rooms until we can begin their orientations. I want pictures taken of all, and make sure I get personal copies of all pictures. When the first one wakes up, call Ginger in to counsel them." "Yes, sir." "Oh, and I want to schedule a meeting with all department heads first thing in the morning. Notify William, will you? I don't want to wake him." He thought for a moment. "Do we have any girls that are ready for distribution?" "I'll have to check the log, sir. We should have a couple ready. Would you like me to send one to your room, sir?" "Yes. Make sure she's blonde, and I want her cunt shaved. Understand?" "yes, sir. I'll send her right up. Will that be all?" "Yes, Thomas. Goodnight." Herst walked back to his home. ****** "You weren't planning on cheating me outa $200, were you, Jimmy?" "What? $200? What are you talking about?" "Your brother and I worked out a trade. This little one for the $200 debt he owes me for his latest batch of stuff. I also told him I'd give him some extra stuff." Beth cried and clung to Jimmy. "Listen, Toby. I'll pay you the $200. Let me take her with me." "No deal, Jimmy. I've seen her now, and I want her. I have plans of my own for this doll this evening. Now, hand her over. I don't want you to get hurt, kid." "No, Jimmy! Don't let them take me!" Beth cried. "Toby, I love her. She's my girl. I can't let you have her." Jimmy pleaded. "You're breaking my heart, kiddo." Toby nodded toward his men. Beth screamed as a pink dart hit her leg and penetrated it. "Knock-out dart. She won't feel any pain. Can't risk her trying to claw my eyes out, Jimmy." He looked at the dart and then at Jimmy. "I ain't gonna use no dart on you, Jimmy. This gun's got real bullets that makes real holes. Back up, and leave her where she is, or I'll shoot." Toby cocked the gun. Jimmy knew that he was helpless. If he tried to save her, he'd be killed. His only chance of saving her was to let the men take her, then follow them. "Okay, Toby. I give up." He raised his hands and moved away from the crying girl. She began to fall to the ground as the dart took affect on her body. "Jimmy! Please don't leave me!" She fell to the ground, fighting to stay awake. Jimmy could do nothing. The men approached her, scooped her over their shoulders and loaded her into their car. "Real smart boy, Jimmy. Now, I can't have you chasing us in your car." He pointed the gun at the tires and shot a bullet in each one. Jimmy jumped at the shots. he watched the air leak out of the tires. "If you try to find us, I will shoot you instead of your tires next time, Jimbo. Don't fuck with me, kid." Toby backed away, got into the car, and they screeched away.

Ms SMYTH'S SCHOOL By Blader [STRAIGHT] [TESTICLES] [MINOR] [Female circumcision] Long story, many aspects... Ms Smyth buzzed me on the intercom and asked me to meet her at the stables. Ms Smyth believed in strict rules and corporal punishment, she also believed in fair play. Staff were subject to the same rules and punishment as the students. I was the only male on her staff, well the only complete male anyway. As I came down the path to the stables, Ms Smyth was waiting holding her finger to her lips, I got the message no noise. As we came into the doorway we saw Ms Graham the school doctor taking a deep drag on a joint. When she saw us she turned several shades of red. " I'm sorry Ms Smyth I just had the one left from holiday, please don't punish me." "You know the rules Amanda, my office at 9 tonight." As we walked back to the main building Ms Smyth said " you'll do the punishment John." I just about cheered but I just said "yes Ms Smyth." I sometimes got to spank the younger girls when Ms Smyth thought they needed a little embarasment, but to get Doctor Graham's bare ass was a real thrill. At 8:45 I knocked on Matron's office door, " come in John" I heard. As entered the office I saw the special bench Ms Smyth had me make in the centre of the room. It had knee pads with straps to secure the legs when the victim was on all fours, a padded bench with a wide strap to hold the body down and a head rest again with a strap to hold the victim secure face down. The hands were held behind the back with padded hand cuffs. "Will you wait behind the screen please John. " I sat behind the screen which took up one corner of the office, I could see the room clearly throught the fabric, but I was completly hidden. At 9 on the button there was knock on the door and Ms Graham entered.I felt a tingle in groin as I saw her in the teacher's uniform, white blouse, short tartan skirt and black nylons. She put her hand to her mouth when she saw the bench. " You know the punishment for staff smoking, 6 strokes of the strap on bare skin." Ms Smyth reminded her. "But I don't need to be tied up, I'll just bend over the desk." "Sorry Amanda this is the way it has it be, on your knees please." Resigned to fate Amanda put her knees in the pads and got on all fours over the bench. Ms Smyth quickly did up all the straps. "Now your hands behind your back," The handcuffs clicked and Amanda was helpless. " Ok John you can come out now." Amanda tried to move but she was held fast. "Please, Please Ms Smyth not with John watching." I had come form behind the screen and saw that Ms Smyth was also in the school uniform. "You know what to do John." I had to bend over reach the crank between Amanda's knees and gave it two full turns. Amanda's knees were pulled open about 18 inches, I heard her give a little gasp. I then lifted her skirt up over her back. Amanda was wearing a white silk thong, she was hoping to bare her bottom but hide most secret parts. I looked up at Ms Smyth who nodded her head. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and slowly drew them down, as the fabric peeled off her lips I could feel the heat on my face which were only inches away. I heard Amanda's low moan as the last of her cover was peeled away. Whisps of her red hair were visible but the lips were shaved smooth. I dare not stand so I stayed on my knees and held out my hand for the strap. Ms Smyth had a little smile as she handed it to me. I quickly gave Amanda the required 6. Amanda was howling as I moved aside so Ms Smyth could release her. I stepped behind the screen to hide the bulge in my pants as Amanda hurried out. "John." I looked out and Ms Smyth was on the bench. " I've been a bad girl John, I tricked Amanda, she was getting too smug. I think I better have same. And then I think I better give you 6 for what you were thinking when you had your nose to Amanda. As I secured Ms Smyth to the bench, she said " put my head down John " I pulled the pin holding the front of the bench and lowered her head to the floor. Her bottom was now turned up to me as I raised her skirt. She had white cotton panties which covered her cheeks. I was a little shakey as I drew them down to expose a thick black bush which completely hid her lips. " It must be hard for you here John with all the young girls to tempt you. " " Yes Matron it is" I replied" How would you like to have me right now, I know your balls must be bursting after seeing Amanda." I looked at her slightly open legs and that rich black bush, my balls were beginning to ache." Will you waive punishment" I asked. " I can't do that John, but I will fix it so that you also get have Amanda. if Amanda says no you can have had me as a freebee." I was sure Amanda would never agree. I hadn't had a woman for 2 month, the girls were on holiday and I had been kept busy getting some special things ready for their return next week. "Ok your on " I said as I got out of my pants and shorts. "Theres a condon on my desk under the memo pad" she replied. In a flash I had it on , I ran my finger through her bush and found her dripping wet.As I parted the hair and slid smoothly into her, the alarm bells went off in my head. She had this planned right down to the condom. I had a hard time to hold back, but I did, when your screwing the boss you want to do it right. When she came ,I couldn't hold on any longer, pulse after pulse I must have come a cup. I gave her the 6 and took her place on the bench. As she tied me downshe reached between my legs and gave my balls a close examination. She took each one between her thumb and fingers and also found the cords and rolled them between thumb and two fingers." One of these will soon be mine. what is it you guys say, I'd give my left nut." As I took 6 of Ms Smyth's best, I hoped Amanda would save my left testicle. The punishment for having sex with another staff member was the removal of one testicle. Sex with a student got you castrated! When I got back to my room, I went right to bed. I didn't want to spend any time sitting down! I must have dozed off, I opened my eyes as I felt the covers being pulled back. The Matron and Dr Graham were standing one on each side of my bed. NAKED ! " Sorry John, you lost Amanda is going to spend the night with you " Matron said with a smile. Amanda reached down and took my sleeping member in her right hand and laid it on my stomach. Her left hand was giving my left testicle a workout. " You got a very good look at me in Matron's office now it's my turn " said Amanda. " I think you need a little clean up " said Amanda and opened her little black doctor's bag. Matron had gone into my bathroom and I had heard water running. Matron returned and handed Amanda a shaving mug with a brush in it. " You need to be shaved for tomorrow anyway " Amanda said. Matron sat on the bed beside me and took my hands and held them up beside my head. One breast was on my chest. I was wide awake now as Amanda lathered up my groin. My sleeping member was also awake and rock hard. " Be very still now John, I'm using a straight razor." Amanda removed all the hair between my belly button and knees. When she had wiped me dry, she took me fully in her mouth. I was I heaven. Amanda released me and asked Matron to bring us two sandwiches. " John can't have anything to eat after midnight, I'm going to do him at 10 tomorrow morning. " Roast beef with mustard and horseradish ? " asked Matron. She knew that was my favourite. " Yes please " was my reply. As soon as Matron left Amanda had me in her mouth, After a minute she sat up, " You don't know how must I missed that, as an intern I used to blow the guys so they would work my midnight shifts. I really got to enjoy it ." Then she mounted me, she was so wet she slipped right in to the hilt. She rocked back and forth, fingering herself. As she came, I did too, it was bliss. Amanda snuggled beside me and whispered in my ear " You've made me so happy, I assisted with castrations as an intern in the cancer ward, but you'll be my first solo. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. There was a knock at the door and Matron came in with the sandwiches, I found I was really hungery. Matron also brought me a beer, which was a strict no no when the students were in residence. " Have a good night " Matron crooned as she slipped out the door. Amanda slipped out of bed and got her bag, She handed me two pills. "You need a good rest John, tomorrows a big day for you and for me." I took the pills with the rest of the beer and was out like a light. The next thing I knew Amanda was kissing my ear. " Time to get you showered " she said and got into the shower with me. She took special care to soap up my now hairless equipment. She dried me off and helped me into a terry towel robe. She got her black bag and came up with another pill, this one large oblong blue one. " This will help you relax" she said and gave a sip of water to get it down. She had her own robe and put it on, then picked up her bag. " Lets go " she said and took my arm. As Amanda and I walked down the hall to her OR I began to feel very mellow. When we entered Matron was there also wearing a terry towel robe. I was surprised to see Miss Carter Amanda's nurse was also there. Amanda said " Nurse Carter is going to assist, she was called back early for the special preparations." Nurse Carter was 22 years old just graduated from nursing school. She was a slim dark haired girl and was wearing a white lab coat, white stockings and shoes with a low heel. Her hair was covered with a blue paper cap and a surgical mask hug around her neck. " Nurse Carter will get you ready while I scrub up." Amanda walk through into the scrub room. Nurse Carter took my hand and lead me over to a corner of the room, where there was a stool beside a small table. On the table was a covered tray. Nurse Carter sat on the stool and still holding my hand turned me to face her. " Just slip out of your robe please John " she said. I dropped my rope and stood before her in all my fresh shaved glory. She was pulling on a pair of latex gloves. Matron had come up and picked up my robe and hung it on a hook. Nurse Cater uncovered the tray which had some funny looking tubing ,sort of orange in colour. " I'm going to see that your bladder is empty " she said. She took that funny tube and squeezed some gel on the end. She took my pecker between the thumb and first finger of her left hand just behind the glans and started to insert the tube into it with her right. I started to become aroused. "Just relax John it's going to enter your bladder now" I felt very uncomfortable as that happened, but not painful. About half a cup of urine flowed in the jar. " Ok Matron it's your turn " I looked at Matron as she hung up her robe, she was also naked. " Yes John I'm also here for a procedure " Just then Amanda returned with her hair under a blue cap and a surgical mask around her neck. Other than that she was also naked. Nurse Carter had just finished draining Matron. "John we have a proposition for you. As you know the girls are coming back next week I have the consent of all the parents, and the girls are all going to be circumcised. I am going to be circumcised today." I must have been standing there with my mouth open. " I want to know what it's like before the girls do. If you let Dr Graham take out that other pesky nut, you can shave the girls an inch above the clit and the lips , just like Amanda is shaved. Also Nurse Carter will give you a blow job, she's still a virgin so you can't screw her." As I was thing about how great it would be to shave 30 14 year old girls Nurse Carter took off her lab coat. All she was wearing as a garter belt and the white nylons. I guess that did it for I heard myself saying " Ok you can have them both ". Matron gave me a hug and said " Thank you John, If you don't mind I'll go first. " Matron sat on the table and put her feet in the sirrups. She lay back and closed her eyes. Amanda handed me a battery powered clipper and said " cut down that bush ,You'll need the practice." I set to work starting on the belly and working down spread the lips to clear around the clit. Nurse Carter rubbed shaving cream on the stubble and handed me a disposable razor, when I had finished Matron looked like a young girl, except for the lips puffing out, Matron had a pretty big clit as well. Amanda waved me aside and stepped between Matrons legs. She nodded to Nurse Carter and was handed a hypodermic . She made 3 injections, one to each side of the clit and pulling back the hood one right under.Nurse Carter then wiped the whole area with a brownish liquid. "while that takes hold Nurse Carter, I guess you'd better start calling her Jean , will drain the rest of your liquids." Amanda smiled. Nurse ...I mean Jean took me over to a cot and had me lay back. " I've jerked lots of boys off, but this is my first blow job." She said as she licked her lips, Dr Graham and Matron both watched as she took the tip in her mouth. Soon her head bobbing up and down, her fingers lightly stroked by balls. She knew just when to pull back as I shot 2 feet in the air. "Matrons ready " Amanda called and Jean went to assist. I got up and looked over the girls shoulders. Amanda took a small scissor and made a half inch snip in Matrons hood. I could see Matron was watching in the overhead mirror. Taking a clamp Amanda gripped Matrons clit and pulled it out about an inch. Amanda held out her hand and Jean gave her a stainless steel clip, very thin in two parts one fitting inside the other. The clip was about 2 inches long with a hole about one half inch in diameter in the centre. Amanda released the clit and pressed the hole over the clit which protruded through the hole. Holding the clip tight against Matron with thumb and finger, she again gripped the clit pulled it though the hole. With nod to Jean, Jean pushed on each end of the clip. I could hear several clicks as the ends of the clip came together. Matrons clit started to turn blue. " All done, now lets get you on the table John." The girls helped me sit on the edge of the table, and lifted my legs into supports which held my legs between the knee and ankle. " Just lay back John and put you head on the pillow. " Nurse Carter came up and gave me a kiss on the forehead. " I've got to restrain you John, this is a much more delicate procedure tham Matrons " she said. She put a set of soft fabric cuffs on my wrists with a steel ring attached to each. She drew my hands up behind my head and I heard a snap as they were attached to something behind my head. She then pulled a wide strap from under the table and fastened it just above my hips. Two more straps below my knees and I was secure. Amanda stepped between my legs and I felt cold liquid on my sack. "Just cleaning with alcohol " she held up a clamp holding a cotton swab. Jean had tied a loose loop from a roll of gauze and slipped it over my penis, pulling it snug under the glans. She taped the ends under my belly button with elastoplast. " Got to keep little John out of the way " she said with grin. Both girls put on new gloves. Matron stood on one side Jean on the other and Amanda between my legs. It was a real turn on to see 3 naked ladies about to take my manhood, but little John was to tired to stand. " A little sting now John." Amanda squeezed my sack near the top. I felt the needle go in and then the sting as Amanda pushed the plunger. Almost instantly I was numb. Amanda Kept moving the needle and injecting, I could feel the freezing spread but no pain. I could feel her catching the cords between thumb and finger. " You may feel this a little " she said as she injected the cord. There was a sharp jab of pain and then my left nut was numb. She quickly did the same to the right. Nurse Carter gave me a wipe with that brown stuff, and handed Amanda a scalpel. " Let me know if you feel anything " Amanda pressed the scalpel to my sack. " Only a little pressure " I replied. I felt a funny sort of pulling and then Nurse Carter dabbed with a cotton swab Mand it came away red. Amanda was squeezing my sack and I could feel the push against my groin. " There it is! " Nurse Carter squeeled. She reached forward and I felt a pull like guts were coming out , but not any pain. I looked up in the mirror and saw her hand holding a bluish pink egg with the cords between her 2nd and third fingers. " Just a little more Jean " Amanda said and I saw my cords come an other 3 inches out of the sack. Amanda put clamp on the cord close to the sack, and then spent several minutes tying the various bits of my plumbing. She then clamped again about an inch away and with her little snips cut it off. Jean held it up and said " It's just beautiful". Amanda was working away at the other side. In about 20 more minutes both my nuts were in a stainless steel bowl." I'm going to put you to sleep now John " and I felt a needle in my arm. I woke up in the ward with all three girls beside my bed. " How do you feel John " Matron asked. " Just fine, I'm kind of hungry " I replied. " Only soup and liquids today " said Amanda as she patted my groin. " Any pain " "No none at all " I replied. I spent 2 days in bed and I was up and around again. Matron came by every day to show me her clit clip, her clit was now turning black. " After the 2nd day it hasn't hurt at all " she reported. " Just 2 more days till the girls get back, are ready start shaving." I can hardly wait Matron called a meeting of all staff the day before the girls were to return. Mr Rodgers and Mr Koch, who had been castrated by Dr Marshall the year before Amanda took over as school doctor were in attendance as was the cook Mrs Watson and the two orphan girls who did the dishes and laundry. Matron announced that the girls would all be circumcised on their return, and then talked about the benefits. She the told of her own circumcision and my castration. She asked if any of the staff would like to be circumcised. Mrs Watson put her had up right away followed by the two girls a few seconds later. Dr Graham drew me aside as the meeting broke up, "We'll do Mrs Watson today and Amy and Lisa can be done tomorrow with the other girls." She went off to speak to Mrs Watson who was a widow and the 2 girls. She came back to me and said " meet Jean and I in the OR at 8 tonight I've told Mrs Watson to skip lunch and dinner." At 8 I entered the OR to find Amanda and Jean naked except for caps and masks. Amanda gave me a cap and mask and had me strip and scub up. She helped my on with my gloves. Just as we had everything laid out, Mrs Watson arrived fresh from the bath, wearing fuffy house coat. Jean helped her out of the house coat, revealing a chubby woman with large firm breasts. " Ever since my husband died I've had these awful urges, when I heard Matron's talk this morning I knew I had to have this done." Amanda and Jean helped her onto the table, and Jean restrained as I had been. I looked at Amanda who said " Mrs Watson is having a clitoridectomy and she has to stay still." Mrs Watson had a full thick black bush, as I clipped the hair away a large clit and protruding lips were exposed. As I shaved her she closed her eyes and her mouth opened and she began to take deep breaths. Amanda went up and whispered in her ear. " Oh yes please " she said. Amanda turned to me and said Mrs Watson would like to have a man one last time " she told me. "But " I blurted. Amanda said " Not to worry " she went over to the drug cabinet and took out a small bottle. She took my hand and had me lay back on one of the tables we had prepared for the girls tomorrow. We had set up screen and tables so we could do the girls 5 at a time. Jean came and stood at my side, then reached down with both hands and lifted up my empty sack. Amanda gave me a shot on each side of my penis. Like magic little John stood right up. As I stepped between Mrs Watsons legs I could see she was dripping, I opened her lips with my thumbs and slowly went all the way in. Jean had put some lube on her fingers and began to massage Mrs Watsons clit." We need her aroused anyway " she said. Mrs Watson was gasping for breath, suddenly she screamed and I could feel ripple afer ripple up and down little John. I came too, and I could feel the stubs of my cords drawing up. "You'd better go and have another shower while we get Mrs Watson ready " Amanda said. When I returned Mrs Watson had been painted brown all around her clit. " We were Just waiting for you " said Jean. She took a clamp and gripped the tip of Mrs Watsons clit. Amanda made little cuts all around clit, as Jean pulled a tube the thickness of a pencil emerged from Mrs Watson. When it was nearly 2 inches out Amanda took a probe of some sort and slid it into the incision, as she pulled up I could see the clit was divided on each side of the probe. A few more cuts and Jean was holding what looked like a snakes tongue. " All done Mrs Watson, did that hurt at all " Amanda asked." Not a bit, thank you girls and you too John " she replied. " Just a few stitches now, and I'll give you some pills for when the freezing wears off, I've arranged with Matron for you to have 2 days off." I watched as Amanda expertly stitched her up and applied a sanitary napkin. Tomorrow we start on the girls! As Dr Graham, Nurse Carter and I waited for the first 5 girls, Amanda said to me " You know Jean and I will be the only uncut girls by supper time, after the girls are done I'm going to do a special on Jean, Matron is not to know." She explained Matron had been after them to get circumcised and they wanted keep the magic button. Amanda explained she would cut under the hood and under the clit, then sew it together, when it had healed the clit would be hidden, she was also going to burn the hood with a red hot instument to form a scar. " We're going to do it at 8 tonight while Matron is serving ice cream and telling the girls how proud she is of them, we want you to assist." She also said if everything looked right when healed, Jean and I would do her. Then in a couple of months they'd show Matron and say they did it as a surprise. Just then Matron came in with the first 5 girls, the girls were bare foot with just a white T-shirt and panties. The girls giggled a little as they saw us naked except for caps and masks. Matron put them each in a little cubicle we had make with screens. " I'll be in the dinning hall with the rest of the girls, just use the intercom when your ready for the next 5. " and she was gone. Nurse Carter and I went into the first cubicle, Brenda a red head about 4 foot six was waiting. " Just slip out of the T-shirt and panties " Jean said. Brenda slipped the T-shirt over her head and stepped out of her panties. I asked her to put her hands behind her head and examined her small breasts, the nipples were rock hard. I then had her sit on the edge of the table and lean back. The back had been raised so that it was like sitting in a recliner. She had a thin patch of curly red hair on her mound and down the sides of her lips. Her clit was peeking out of the folds. Using my thumbs I opened her. Nurse Carter reached in and pulled the hood back between 1st and 2nd fingers. " No need to cut, I'll get Amanda to make it numb, you can start shaving John." As soon as Jean had left Brenda whispered " I'm glad its you doing me, I've been dreaming about it all summer." This was why Matron had male teachers, young girls have crushes and their teacher. " I'm so glad too Brenda I replied. Just as I started to shave her, Amanda came in and gave her 2 shots one on each side of the clit. Amanda said " I've frozen the other girls, only Ronda and Joyce need the hood cut , so you can shave them as soon you are done with Brenda,". Brenda had her eyes closed as I finished shaving her.Nurse Carter came in with a tray, the clip was in a sealed package and a bottle of the brown disinfectant, a clamp and a cotton swab were the other items on the tray. " Are you ready Brenda " she asked. " Yes miss " was the reply. " John we need the clit erect, how do you want to do it " Jean asked. I bent down and took her clit in my mouth and rolled back and forth with my tongue. Brenda had a smile on her face. When I lifted my head her clit was standing out from the folds. Nurse Carter was ready with the swab, she wiped all around the clit. I broke open the clip package and pressed the clip down over the clit, Jean grabbed it with the clamp and pulled it out, with my other hand I closed the clip with thumb and finger. I heard the clicks plainly as it locked in place. " All done Brenda " Nurse Carter said. Brenda sat up and looked at the little silver clip, with her little clit trapped inside, the clip was horizontal so it held her lips slightly open. " It's beautiful, thank you so much Miss Carter and you too Mr Gilbert " As Brenda stood up she said " I heard you'd been castrated Mr Gilbert, can I feel it ?" I stood up and put my hands behind my head , just as I'd had her do at the start. She lifted my penis and felt the stitches, then squeezed my empty sack, finally poking at the stubbs of my cords with one finger. " Does it hurt " she asked. " Not anymore " I said. Nurse Carter told Brenda to sit on the table so the girls could all go down together. As we were about to go in search of Ronda , Amanda came in to check Brenda's clip. " very nice , Rondas in number 3." The rest of the day was a blur of pubic hair, beautiful clits, silver clips and the sweet taste of young girls. When we had done the last 5 Amanda took my arm, " How about a coffe before we eat, sorry Jean you can't have any, We'll tell Matron you were to tired and are taking a nap, see you back here at 8. As I lay on my bed waiting for 8 o'clock, I replayed the day in my mind. After we had the clips on 15 girls, Matron came in with Lisa and Joan the 2 orphans. They had just come from the bath and had their terry towel robes on. They had a good look at the 3 of us in our working clothes, ( or lack of ). Jean had them take off their robes and hang them up. Both girls were full breasted, Lisa had a triangle of dark hair whereas Joan had a strip of light brown hair that came about half way to her belly button. Matron said " I've got to make lunch, since Mrs Watson has some time off, come down for lunch when you finish. " We got the girls in the cubicles and I checked Lisa's breasts as I had all the other girls. As I had her lay back she said " Mr Gilbert can I see your castration." Most of the girls had asked to have a feel. I came up beside the table and she looked at my stitches, which would not be coming out for an other week. She also stroked my shaft which had been at half mast all day. Before I started cutting her hair Amanda came in " Just let me freeze her before you start John, I've got Joan already done." Amanda spread Lisa's lips and asked me to pull back the hood. She did the usual 2 injections and then motioned for me to follow her out. Nurse Carter had the 2 trays ready. " Put a sewing kit on each one Jean " she whispered " Both these girls have long hoods, I'm going to do the same procedure as I plan for you Jean except we'll pull the hood skin through the clip after, It will look just like the other girls, I can compare their scar with yours, when the clips fall off, You can then do me which ever method gives the best scar." I clipped and shaved lisa and then went to the next cubicle to do Joan. Amanda and Jean started to do Lisa. Joan was looking at little John. " I heard you and lisa " she whispered " can I see your castration too." She gave me the same sort of feel I'd been getting all day. " Can I give him a kiss " she asked. She took little John in her mouth and her nose was pressed to my now hairless belly. After several long pulls she released me. " I did a lot of that at the orphanage and I sort of miss it." I got busy with the clippers and the razor. When she was clean she said " Will you kiss my clit goodbye for me." How could I refuse, I was still sucking and Joan was holding her hand over her mouth, when Amanda and Jean entered. Joan turned red in the face,but Amanda said " It's ok he's blown just about all the girls today, I think you just had the big O, which they didn't." I went back to Lisa, as Amanda and Jean started on Joan. Lisa was looking at her clit clip with a hand mirror. The hood skin looked just like a clit. " Heard what Dr Graham was saying, I seem to have missed out, can I blow you now." I took her place on the table, she knew what she was doing, I came in her mouth. " I did a lot of this in the orphanage too " she said. Jean's procedure went as planned. Amanda had seen the girls using a wood burning tool in the craft room, it was like an electric pencil for burning designs on wood panels. She used it to burn Jean's hood just above the stitches. The next morning Amanda was on the phone. " Matrons just been to see me, her clip is starting to itch, that's good because it means its healing, But the itch was driving her nuts." She went on to explain that Matron was afraid the girls would be pulling off their clips when the itch started. She then told me she'd sprayed Matron with solarcaine a produce used for sunburn and it fixed the itch. As we didn't have enough in stock to give the girls each a can, Matron was making me chief sprayer, Jean was going to bring 5 cans to my room and Matron was puting a notice on the board for the girls to see me when the itch struck. Sure enough when I came back from the stables next morning I had a line- up of girls in the hall. I had the girls come in one at a time lay back on my bed, put their hands behind their knees and pull their legs up to their chests. Matron had told them none were to wear panties till the clips came off. The girls giggled or gasped them the cold spray hit their lips. The itch lasted 4 days and then tapered off. I still had 3 girls at the end of a week, but I think they came for the spray not the itch. Ten days after circumcision day I woke to the sound of feet pounding down the hall. Six naked girls burst into my room holding up their clips. They wanted me to be the first to see their scar. Matron had told the girls to keep the clips to be cast into 2 inch square clear plastic paper weights as a keepsake. Punishment had been suspended until all the clips had fallen. The day after the last clip fell, Matrons voice boomed over the load speakers" ALL STAFF AND STUDENTS TO THE DINNING HALL ON THE DOUBLE." As I entered I saw that the tables had been moved aside, and folding chairs set up, the stocks had been set up facing the rows of seating. Someone was going to get 6. To the side were 3 chairs, Mrs Watson, Mr Rodgers and Mr Koch sat on them. When everyone was seated Matron came forward " The girls have been pestering me to see a man castrated, Dr Graham and Nurse Carter have supported these evil thoughts. John will give 2 to each of you except the 3 seated apart. The floor is marked where you will stand with your legs 18 inches apart as marked by by the tape. Starting with Lisa you will come forward 5 at a time and grap your ankles. " The first five girls came forward, Matron handed me the strap, a 2 inch wide 1/4 inch thick rubber belt 2 feet long with a wooden handle. As I looked down the row of beautiful bottoms I felt sorry for the girls. I walked down the row, first a forehand SMACK then a backhand SMACK as I finished 5 more took their place. Dr Graham and Nurse Carter were the last in line, they had stepped out of their panties and left them on their chairs. All of the girls wore no panties. As they took their 2 , Matron again came forward " Put me in the stocks John, I'm arranging for 3 boys to come from the orphanage to help you at the stables. Now that the girls have been circumcised we are starting our riding programme. I have 3 colts comming to add to the two horses we have. Dr Graham will castrate these colts next week and the girls will watch. I know that within a month the boys will have tried to mess with the girls, and will need to be castrated, for even thinking about this I need 6, and for making it happen I want 6 more." The girl gave Matron 3 cheers as I put her in the stocks. The girls had remained standing after they received their punishment, some had been crying, now they were all smiles. Matron was howling by the time I had given her the first 6. Dr Graham came up with her black bag, as she bent to set it down I saw the 2 wide red marks on her bare bottom. She took a jar and rubbed some cream on Matron glowing cheeks. She whispered to me " Lay it on John, she woun't feel the next 6." The morning after punishment, Matron called Dr Graham and I to her office. Matron was sitting on a rubber blow up cushion. Amanda said " Let me have a look at you. " Matron stood and turned her back to us, bent over and flipped her skirt over her back. She had left her knickers off and her bottom was covered in welts. Amanda applied the cream and Matron sat down again. Matron expained she wished to discuss the riding programme with us as we were the only 3 who could ride. Matron told us she had engaged a mother, daughter team to teach the girls horsemanship. Matron had spoken to the mother by phone earlier and had been asked not to geld the colts till they arrived. She explained that the team liked to work with the colts for 2 or 3 days before the were castrated and to handle the colts while they were restrained for the procedure. The team would arrive in 4 days time. Matron said I would have 2 days to get 3 stalls ready and 4 or 5 days to build an area, with seating for the girls to watch the operations. Matron said " We will do 1 colt a day so the girls enjoy it over time." Matron said she was going for the boys tomorrow and the boys were to have the room next to the showers in the gym. I knew that room was open at the top and the boys could hear the girls in the shower. They would soon be peeking over the wall. Matron told me I could have as many girls as I needed to help, and the boys could do the lifting and carrying as soon as they arrive. When Matron got back with the boys, she had them in her office for about an hour before she brought them down to the barn. The girls and I had been busy painting and sweeping, I just had on shorts and rubber boots and the girls had T-shirts, shorts and rubber boots. We had all worked up a sweat and some of the girls had taken off their T-shirts. The boys eyes just about poped out. Matron said " Remember the rules." The boys choked out " Yes Matron." Matron had 2 of the topless girls take the boys into the change room to get rubber boots. By the end of the next day the boys and I had built a 12 foot square area with ring bolts in the wall and floor and seating for the girls. It was like a small basket ball court, except that the balls here would not be bouncing very high. The following day the colts arrived. They were beautiful horses,about 2 year olds. The girls spent most of next day at the corral watching the horses. As the boys knew nothing about horses, I just had them watch as I handled the horses, they got to carry bales of hay and shovel manure. The next afternoon the team arrived. The mother was about 45, slim and looking very fit. The daughter looked like a younger version. Matron had a meeting in her office, the 3 of us with riding experience and the new horsewomen. Matron explained that now that the girls were 14 they were old enough to take up riding. The mother said that they had found that girls of this age often became aroused when riding and lost control of the horse. Matron laughed and explained that all of the girls had just been circumcised and that arousal would been no problem. The mother and daughter looked at each other.The mother said " You know Rachel has lost a couple of competitions because of that and has taken to wearing a napkin when she rides to avoid the problem." Rachel asked what all was involved and Dr Graham explained how the clip worked, and how the girls were done. Rachel told her mother that it sounded like a good idea, but that she couldn't take 2 weeks off if they were to get started training the horses. Dr Graham laughed " The girls wore theirs till they dropped off as a rite of passage, I could have cut off the dead clit in 3 days and removed the clip. Rachel asked if she could see one of the clips. "Sure, come on up to the OR, I,m sure Matron and your mother can work out the programme." Amanda got up and motioned me to come as well. The 3 of us went into the OR and Amanda got out a box of clips, and opened a package and handed Rachel a clip. Rachel said " It's so small, and you say I could ride again in 3 days." Amanda asked if Rachel would like her to examine her. Rachel gave me a look, and Amanda told her I was a Medical Technician and had cliped most of the girls. Amanda gave her a gown and showed her the scrub room where she could change. In a few minutes Rachel came out holding the gown closed at the back and blushing profusely. Amanda had her sit on the examination table and put her feet into the stirups. Amanda handed me a pair of gloves and put on a pair herself. She lifted the gown over Rachels knees and slid it down completly exposing Rachel. Rachel had light brown pubic hair but not very thick. We could she her opening as we watched. Amanda went forward and took Rachels hand. " John is just going to check your hood, Just relax." I stepped between Rachels legs and putting my left arm around her leg I spead her lips at the clit with my thumb and finger. With my right hand I pushed her hood back and pressed down on each side of her clit. The hood went back easily and the clit was a hard button between my thumb and finger. "No problem , You don't have to cut, Just snap on the clip."I said to Amanda. I'll have to talk to my mother, when could you do it, if she says ok." Rachel asked. "Tonight if you like." Amanda replied. Rachel went and got dressed and the 3 of us returned to Matrons office. When we returned, Matron and Mrs Mattson had the desk covered with notes. Rachel went over to her mother and whispered in her ear. Mrs Mattson asked Matron if they could use her bathroom to talk. Matron gave permission and mother and daughter entered and closed the door. We could hear the sound of their voices. but couldn't tell what was being said. As they came out of the bathroom Rachel said " Mum says it's up to me, can we do it tonight, Mum would like to be there too." Amanda picked up the phone and asked Jean to have the OR ready for 8 o'clock. " Nothing to eat till after, and take a hot bath with this in the water." Amanda instructed. She handed Rachel a small bottle from her bag. She told Rachel to just put on a robe and nothing else. At 8 Matron, Mrs Mattson and Rachel come into the OR. Mrs Mattson look us over, taking an extra long look at me. She whispered to Matron. " Oh yes Amanda castrated John about 6 weeks ago." she said. Jean had taken Rachel's robe and she now stood naked. I hadn't seen her breasts before , they were lovely with no sag, the nipples were quite large and were standing stiff. Matron took Mrs Mattson aside and showed her a clip from an open package. I heard the clicks as she closed it. Mrs Mattson stood beside me as I clipped and shaved her daughter. I moved out and Amanda sat on the stool between Rachel's legs. I moved to the side opposite Mrs Mattson and reaching down from above, opened her lips. Amanda made her 2 injections. " We'll wait 5 minutes for that to take hold, and in another 5 minutes we'll be done." Mrs Mattson took Rachel's hand and they smiled at each other. Mrs Mattson went over to Matron and said something " Oh it doesn't hurt a bit I had it done to me Just a few weeks ago." Matron said " Would you like to see." Matron went over to one of the tables where we had done the girls, lifted her skirt and slipped off her knickers. Mrs Matttson went over and Matron lay back opening her legs. Matron opened herself with 2 fingers. Mrs Mattson asked if she could feel, and ran her fingers over Matron, poking at the scar with fingers. She said something to Matron and Matron motioned for me to come over." Mrs Mattson has castrated a lot of horses, but your the first man she's seen, can she have a feel. Everyone else had so why not. I took Matrons Place on the table. Mrs Mattson gave me a check-up that was as good as what Dr Graham had done the day after she cut me. Rachel had been watching and she said " Can I feel Too." Amanda and Jean helped her off the table and she came over to me, looked me in the eyes and gave me a smile. She lifted my penis and drew the skin up and down with her thumb and 2 fingers of her left hand, her right hand closed around my empty sack, she felt my scar with thumb and my cord stubbs between thumb and forefinger. " Thank you John " she said and went back to the exam table. Jean helped her back up then said " Ok John" I sat on the stool and opened Rachel's lips wide. Jean wiped on the brown liquid. Amanda broke open a clip package and gave me a new clip, I squeezed Rachels clit and pulled it up then I pressed the clip down hard over the clit and Jean grabbed it with a clamp and pulled through. I then closed the clip counting the clicks. "All done Rachel " I said. Amanda handed the girl a mirror and she sat up to look at her new clip, spreading the lips slightly, the clit already changing colour. Mrs Mattson sat on the stool and had a good look at our handywork. Then she helped Rachel up, Jean was holding her robe for her . Matron said " how about some milk and cookies before we all turn in." After 3 days of working with the colts, Mrs Mattson told Matron they were ready to be gelded. Matron said the girls could hardly wait and that she would make an announcement in the dinning hall. Mrs Mattson said " I only wish it was going to be a man, I'm sorry we missed seeing John get cut." Matron smiled " Not to worry the 3 boys are going to be castrated, they just don't know it yet." " You can't do that can you " Mrs Mattson asked. Matron explained that the boys had signed a document that they agreed to the rules of punishment. Matron also explained that the reason she had taken 3 boys, when John only needed 1 to help with the horses was that these 3 had raped Lisa and Joan at the orphanage, and the girls had told her who they were. Lisa and Joan enjoyed jerking the boys off and giving them a suck, but didn't want to have intercourse. These 3 jumped them and held them down, it really hurt. At 10 o'clock next morning the girls were all seated in the barn. Mrs Mattson and Rachel brought in the colt, they were wearing white lab coats, as were Dr Graham and Nurse Carter. They talked to the colt and rubbed his nose. The colt allowed his feet to be secured to the floor and the halter tied to the wall. Mrs Mattson showed Amanda where to inject in the neck. Amanda told the girls that the injection was to calm the horse, and that the horse would remain standing. Amanda then had Jean wipe the sack with disinfectant. Jean had 4 needles ready and Amanda injected 2 into each testicle. The colt gave a little start, like he had been bitten by a fly, but calmed right down as Mrs Mattson and Rachel talked to him. Amanda had the girls form a line and they all filed past to feel the big balls. She had the 3 boys feel as well and the girls giggled at the bulges in their pants. Amanda jabbed the sack with the scalpel, no reaction from the colt. Amanda cut the sack on 1 side from end to end. A big blue -pink testicle fell out and hung swinging from the cords. The girls did another file past, the boys were walking funny as they took their turn. Jean lifted the testicle and Amanda crushed the cords with a funny looking tool, the testicle came off into Jeans hand. As the testicle was passed around on a tray, Amanda explained that crushing the cords made them swell up so there would be a minimum of bleeding. In a few minutes the colt was back in his stall. The girls were gathered around the tray giggling. The boys were standing to the side trying to hide their hard ons. Nurse Carter went over and said something to them, they got red in the face and looked around to see if Matron was watching. They saw that Matron, Mrs Mattson, Rachel and Dr Graham were on their way back to the main building. They then all nodded their heads and went sneeking out the back door. As soon as the boys had left I went over to Jean. " What was that all about" I asked. " Matron wants to get the boys scheduled, I told them Rachel and I got so hot watching the gelding that we had to have a man and they were the only 3 around." She went on to say that she told them Matron would never know, because she and Rachel would get 6 in the dinning room if they were found out. She told them she would leave the window to the storage room open and they could come though the woods and nobody would see them. Rachel and Jean would meet them there at 7 o'clock. I laughed, I had put in a motion detector hooked up to a video camera last year, when racoons had got into the storage room. Matron would have them on tape. " What about you girls getting 6 each " I asked." Amanda's going to freeze our butts so we wount feel a thing, Rachels ever getting hot about baring her ass to the whole school. I got a call to meet Amanda in the OR at 10 P.M. when I got there Amanda and Jean were already suited up ( well you know what I mean ) Amanda said " We're going to sew me up and clip the skin of the hood, the scars on Lisa and Joan look just like the other girls." I asked Jean how things had gone in the storage room. " Perfect, they each had us twice, or we them." I told her it would never work, the boys would be over the hill and through the woods to Granma's house before you could say " Matrons got my nuts." " You know Matron always sweetens the pot " she said. Matron would tell them that the girls needed to learn to jack-off boys and give head to protect themselves from intercourse. The boys would be tied to cots in the class room and Dr Graham and myself would teach the girls to give hand-jobs and give head. The girls would then practice on the boys. Matron is also going to tell them the woun't be castrated unless they ask to be. If at the end of a month they have not asked to be castrated they will get 6 in the dinning hall and all will be forgiven. I could just see those poor buggers, they'd think they could beat Matron Just as I had, they'd take the deal. By 11 Amanda had her clip on and we were all in bed, tomorrow the girls would see another colt lose his. Many of the girls skipped breakfast to get front row seats for the next colt. When the colt was brought in, I noticed even Mrs Watson had come down from the kitchen, she had heard the girls talking in the food line and wanted to see for herself. Only Matron was missing. Mrs Mattson was going to do the gelding this morning, she was telling the girls that the colt would be put on his back to demonstrate another method of gelding. I saw Matron come in and stand in the background. Amanda had given the colt a bigger dose. and Mrs Mattson had the boys and I help get get him turned over as he slowly sank to the floor. Rachel tied a rope to 1 hind leg and pulled it out of the way. Mrs Mattson injected into each testicle to kill the pain, as the colt was not completely out. Rachel held to colts head and patted the neck. The boys were standing a little to the side whispering to each other and giving Rachel and Jean knowing looks. When the testicles were being passed around for the girls to see, Matron came up to the boys and asked them to come with her to the office. About 20 minutes later the barn phone rang. I took the phone and Matron asked me to come to the office and bring Jean, Rachel and Mrs Matson. When we entered the office a few minutes later, the VCR was set up. Matron said " You should see this, the boys just have." Matron pushed play and the TV screen came to life. Jean and Rachel pretended to be shocked. " You 2 girls will come naked to the dinning room at 8 tonight and receive 6 with girls and staff in attendence." she said gruffly. She went on to say that the boys should have been castrated at the same time, but had volunteered to be models for the girls in the Safe Sexual Practices Class and would not be castrated unless they asked to be. After punishment, where Jean and Rachel put on a good show, I had gone down to the staff hat tub to have soak. Mrs Mattson came in wearing one of our white robes and asked if she could join me. As she hung up her robe beside mine I could see she had an all over tan. When she turned around I could see she had shaved her pubic hair in the shape of an arrow, pointing at the biggest clit I had ever seen.It was like a small penis. She saw that I was looking at it. " I'm going to talk to Amanda tomorrow about it " she said " As you can see a clip would never fit over it." In my dreams I saw all the girls missing clits dancing around Mrs Mattson's like a totem pole.

THE ORPHANAGE By Blader [STRAIGHT] [MINOR] [Female circumcision] This is a part of my old novella. Thanx. "Good morning, Miss Arbuthnot, I hope you don't mind, but I've brought along a young Doctor, Dr. James, with me. He is soon to become fully qualified and is spending time in my practice to gain experience." "Not at all, Doctor Forbes, a pleasure I'm sure." "Dr. James - Miss Arbuthnot, the Superintendent of this very excellent orphanage for girls." Good Morning, Miss Arbuthnot." "And a very good morning to you, Dr. James, a pleasure, I'm sure." "I have been telling Dr. James of the problem that we discovered a few years ago amongst your girls." "Oh, terrible it was, and the shame! I could hardly hold up my head when we found out. And to think that it was happening right under our very noses! The older ones were teaching it to the younger ones. You can't blame the girls, they come from all sorts of homes, poor little orphan waifs, but Dr. Forbes, here, did a marvellous job. Now we have everything under control." "Miss Arbuthnot and her staff keep a careful watch on the girls, and if there is any suspicious behaviour, then I take a look at the culprits. I also do a routine inspection of a random selection of girls every week just to catch any hidden problems - to nip them in the bud as it were. "So, Mrs. Arbuthnot, what have you to tell me today?" "Well, first, Sir, I want you to look at Sophie Brown. You have seen her several times before. She is one of our older girls, nearly ready to go into a position. (Most of our girls go into in service in the houses of the gentry when they leave, Dr. James). But the family I have in mind for her, Sir, is most particular and I daresen't let her go into service until I'm sure that she is free of the habit and a girl of good repute, Sir, so I'd be glad for you to take a look. "Then there's Amanda Smith. (Most of the girls seem to arrive with names like Smith, Jones and Brown, Dr. James, the mothers don't use their real names, you see, for fear of shame). There were some suspicious movements in the bed a few nights ago, my staff have seen her twice, (we fitted spy-holes in the dormitories under Dr. Forbes' instructions, Dr. James), and she has a shifty look about her like she's hiding something. "Then there's Irene Watson. You did a little operation on her three weeks ago, but she has been complaining so terribly of pain that I said that I would ask you to take a look at her to see that nothing is wrong. "I also have a new girl, Roberta Long. Her mother has been put into prison for persistent soliciting along with the mother's lover, a renowned ponce,so the girl is certainly depraved. We have seen nothing definite yet, but we thought you ought to take a look at her. "You discovered two girls last week, so they have been severely beaten, as you instructed, Sir, and are to be operated on today. They are Ellen Smith and Rebecca Brownwell. There is also Jane Smith 4 to be operated on - she asked to speak to you last week and you decided upon an operation to solve her little problem. "That's all the definite ones, but I did my usual "lucky dip" from the complete list and you can take a look at as many of them as you have time for, Sir. And, as usual, if you see a girl who arouses your suspicion, when you look around the school, she will be brought to you for inspection. Dr. Forbes likes to take a look at the girls, and he has often spotted a miscreant that my staff had not noticed, Dr. James!" "Well, thank you Miss Arbuthnot. As always, your arrangements are most thorough. Let us go to the examination room and we can examine our first patient. Sophie Brown, you said, yes I remember her very well." A member of the Orphanage staff, Nurse Jamieson, assisted us and acted as chaperone. She ushered the first patient in. "Ah, Sophie Brown, do come in. How are you feeling today?" The girl mumbled something. She was pretty with wispy light brown hair and pale features. Her lips were prominent and her eyes a piercing blue. At Dr. Forbes gesture, she got up onto the examination couch and lifted her skirts; this class of girl did not wear drawers at that time. "Many doctors set great score by the interrogation of their patients, but I have found this to be nearly useless, they all tell endless lies and waste a lot of time. I find that I can get all the information I need from a simple examination of the parts. She is used to this; see how she gets into the right position with the knees raised and well apart? Let me first check her record. Hmm. Yes: it is as I remembered it. "I choose an incremental approach to curing onanism. Some doctors simply remove the whole clitoris at once, but I do not do that. The first time the vice is discovered, there is simply a dire warning. The second time, I remove the clitoral hood. The third time, the upper quarters of the inner labia are removed tight up against the clitoral glans - I actually cut into the glans a little as a sharp reminder. The next time, the glans itself is removed. After that there are three stages of removal of increasing portions of the clitoral shaft and crura. A very few persist after this, and I sometimes have to go beyond and perform complete spaying with deep section of the pudic nerve. This girl had the glans removed as you can see. This knot of scar is the stump end of the clitoral shaft and the thin semi-circular line is where the hood was cut away earlier. Do you see these scar-lines on the buttocks and thighs? From the last beating she received for masturbation; Miss Arbuthnot is not gentle when it comes to such behaviour! "A girl who has masturbated in the past but who has stopped will become aroused easily when you start to press on the clitoral shaft, ah, see that! Now, watch to see if there are contractions of the pelvic muscles. A truly continent girl can suppress that urge indefinitely, but a persistent masturbator will be unable to - no self control. There! And again! Better stop. I've had girls actually experience orgasm under my manipulations - disgusting! And see the moisture exuding from the vagina! "So, Sophie, you've taken up the habit again after all that we've done to help you?" There was a meaningless whimper from the girl. Her eyes were moist with tears. "Very well, you know what has to happen. I shall inform Miss Arbuthnot to beat you, and next week, when I visit, we shall cut some more of this dirty part away. But this time, as you are soon to leave for a position in service with a most important family, instead of taking away just a little as a gentle reminder to behave, I shall have to take the lot away so that there will be nothing left for you to do it with, do you hear?" There was a muffled "Yes, Sir!" and the girl was sent away. Next was Amanda Smith. She had long black hair and dark brown eyes on a narrow face with a somewhat sallow complexion. "I last inspected her about two years ago as part of a random sample, but she was pure then. Since then, puberty has arrived. Up on the couch, girl, you know what to do!" She got up on the couch rather reluctantly, and lifted up her skirts. The pubic hair was thick and black, and we had to hold it apart to view the vaginal entrance. The clitoris was long and narrow and rather black on the outer surface as were the edges of the thin lips. "A touch of the tar-brush, as they say: a small admixture of African blood, I wager. It always shows up there even if it shows up nowhere else! We'll soon see if there has been any abuse. Do you want to do it?" I pressed the clitoral shaft beyond the glans just as he had done, rhythmically, about one press every two seconds. Soon it was pulsing with arousal, the little glans peeping out of its hood, glistening bright pink against the strange black skin. Soon the whole vulva was clenching in time with my movements, moisture seeping out between the labia. "Try not to clench!" said Dr. Forbes. She tried, but soon started again. She could not prevent it. I stopped, fearing an orgasm. The girl was weeping silently, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, there is shame when you are discovered, is there not, Amanda? But do not fear, there will be no punishment this time." He waited until her tears subsided, and then began a stern lecture on the dangers of the habit and the possible consequences if she did not give it up entirely. "Be assured," he concluded," that one way or another, when you leave here, you will be entirely free of the habit. Whether this is because of frequent beatings and the pain and deprivation of surgery or through your own free will is your choice. Go away and think carefully about it." She left with earnest assurances of future continence. Irene Watson was shown in. She was a thin pale child with mousy hair and somewhat pinched features. She walked with an awkward stooped posture with her legs a little parted. At Dr. Forbes' gesture, she got up onto the couch and raised her skirt just as the others had done. On her buttocks and thighs you could see the scars and yellow-brown bruising of her beating nearly a month ago. "This girl is a recalcitrant masturbator. I first operated on her about two years ago to remove the clitoral hood. Nymphotomy was performed five months later, and glansectomy about a year ago. I operated on her three weeks ago to remove the first small section of the clitoral shaft. The earlier operations have the effect of reducing sensitivity without much accompanying pain, but sectioning the shaft means that for a long time after, each arousal induces pain and a contraction causes the pain to become acute. The intention is to remind the girl to stop thinking thoughts that cause arousal, as you no doubt realise. That is probably what is happening in this case, but we perform an examination just in case there are complications of any kind." He turned to the girl: "I'm told that you are having pain. Please show me exactly where it hurts." The pubic hair had been shaved for the operation and was now short stubble. She pointed, without touching, at the very livid and inflamed fresh scar where the clitoral shaft had so recently been severed. "Hmm. Does it hurt all of the time or only now and then?" "Please, Sir, there is pain all the time but at times it comes on much stronger and it is all I can do not to cry out." "How often does that happen?" "Mostly at night, Sir, as I try to get to sleep or when I wake up." "You mean when you think wicked thoughts of the kind that lead to self-abuse?" "I can control these thoughts at other times of day, but when I am nearly asleep . . . " You will soon learn to control such thoughts even at these times. That pain is a constant reminder to help you. The wound will not heal and the pain will not stop until you abandon these thoughts entirely. But we must just check if there is any infection or whether the pain is just from improper behaviour. Dr. James, what is your opinion? There was a very raised and lumpy scar on her knee from a fall at a younger age. "I notice that you have a scar on your knee." I touched it. "When did this happen?" "A long time ago, when I was about six or seven, Sir." "How long did it take to heal, do you remember?" She grimaced. "A long time, Sir." "Did you pick at the scab?" "Er, yes, Sir. It irritated a lot, Sir." "Have you ever had other injuries that took a long time to heal?" She showed me the back of her right hand. There was an ugly lumpy scar. "I burnt it on a hot pan, Sir, when I was helping in the kitchens about a year ago." "Do you cauterise the clitoral shaft when you operate?" I asked Dr.Forbes. He knew what I was saying. "Keloid formation - of course. Notice how the other operation scars are also thick and raised - the labia and hood. And there was quite a sizeable knot of scar tissue from the glansectomy at the last operation. So, what should we do, Dr. James?" "Another time, I would not use cautery in one who is liable to keloid formation. Burn wounds are particularly susceptible to this problem. I suspect that she has picked at the scar many times already, despite the pain. This can lead to a form of onanism where the keloid scar is stimulated to the point of a pain-filled orgasm - I have seen it before in my training. "There are two possibilities. The first is another operation to take away the keloid tissue, closing the wound with pressure and perhaps a suture, but this might still result in some keloid formation. The other option, and the one that I would recommend, is to employ a device to prevent her touching the scar until it is completely healed - an anti masturbation appliance in the form of a genital cage attached to a locked belt and only removed for cleaning. Of course, you could do both, and may have to, as was necessary in the other case that I mentioned." "Very well, an appliance shall be procured. Meanwhile, girl, do not pick at the scar or it will never heal and we shall have to operate again!" She was sent away. "Another thing," I asked, "is there medical supervision of the corporal punishments?" "No. I don't watch," he replied. "They are very severe, and, in a case like that where there is a tendency to keloid scarring, and perhaps in other cases, a larger number of strokes without breaking the skin might be advisable. I fear permanent harm, perhaps injuries making some lass unemployable. That would be a pity and a burden on the orphanage." "I take your point. And would you be interested in . . . ." "Certainly, I would be most willing to provide Miss Arbuthnot with advice on these matters. It is an area that I have, ah, studied in the past." Roberta Long, the new girl, was shown in. She was a striking girl with blond hair but dark brows and lashes; tall and delicate featured; she would make a stunning beauty in a year or two's time. She was given a full health check as it was the first time that Dr. Forbes had seen her. "It is important to isolate any consumptive patients right away. We send them to an asylum out in the country." Fortunately, she proved to be in excellent general health. Last of all was the check of her sexual parts. The pubic hair was dark like her eyebrows, but wispy and not yet full-grown. "Ah! Not a virgin!" exclaimed Dr. Forbes. "Your mother sold it? How much did she get?" "Not me mum - 'er ponce. 'E told me 'e got a guinea. 'E give me a shillin'and gave my mum 'alf-a-crown. But I fink 'e got a lot more 'cos the toff tipped me 'alf a sov." "All right, all right. How long ago?" "Couple o' years." "Since then?" "I ain't been out on the streets. Only specials that 'er ponce brings in. Maybe one or two a week." "What you're likely to find in these cases - ah yes, here - and here. You see? These are stitch-marks where the stitches have been torn out. The virginity has been sold several times to several different clients. She's probably a good actress to carry that off, so don't believe anything she says." "One a month. Plucked all me parsley an' kep' me on short rations so me boobs din't grow. 'E'd sew me up then wait 'til I 'ad the curse so there was plenty of blood. Sell me cherry to a ponce and then sew me up again.Bastard!" "Enough of that language! That life is behind you now. Miss Arbuthnot will have her hands full to manage this one." He started to manipulate the clitoris. There was no response, even after several minutes. "I can't feel a thing you're doin'," she said. "D'ya wanna know why?" "Go on." "One o' the toffs asked the ponce for 'is money back 'cos 'e said I wa'n't no virgin 'cos I was havin' a spend wiv 'im. So 'e got a doctor an' 'e cut me deep inside. Cut all the nerves, 'e said, so I wouldn't feel a thing any more. I've not been able to spend since." Dr. Forbes parted the labia and peered inside. Two thin scar- lines could be seen, one each side, where a bilateral pudic neurectomy had been performed to render her clitoris and the surrounding tissue totally numb to make her more pleasing to her clients. Soon after, he told her she could go. Such exceptional beauty with such coarse language - Twhat ever would become of her? We took a break then, to look around the school and have a cup of tea with Miss Arbuthnot. We were shown the dormitories with the peepholes carefully concealed as decorative iron-work ventilators that allowed the staff to watch the orphans at night. The girls knew that they were being watched, knew where the spy-holes were, but because of the concealment afforded by them, they had no means of knowing when they were being observed. We were also shown how the lavatory and bathroom facilities were designed so that the girls could be constantly supervised to ensure that there was no opportunity for secret activities. We were shown the punishment room with its benches and horses festooned with straps for securing the young ladies for their beatings. We saw the array of implements ranging from lightweight martinets and tawses to full-sized reformatory canes of wicked severity. It all looked well worn and subject to frequent use. We went into many of the classrooms where Dr. Forbes would look around the room and ask one or two girls questions about the subjects they were being taught. I soon realised that these questions were merely an excuse to appraise the girls. Some gave him look of hatred or resentment and after we left the room he would explain the treatment they had already received at his hands. It was noticeable to me that he seemed most concerned about those who had recently reached puberty. My previous experience indicated that the vice was prevalent amongst much younger girls, of whom there were many in the institution, but there seemed to be few who had had treatment for this condition. I broached this subject. "That was the case when I started my purge. But, I have found that at a younger age, a few lectures, a strong sense of the inevitability of detection and a few sternly treated examples sufficed. Girls of that age, in a regime where vice is not tolerated, can, (and do with very few exceptions), control their urges. It is those past puberty who give the physician the greatest challenge. At that age, despite the warnings and examples, the urges of the body can overcome the will and only the intervention of science can save the child from herself." Just occasionally a girl in one of these classrooms would give a look of guilty apprehension at the moment he entered: blushing perhaps, or trying to appear invisible. Then he would linger and direct a series of questions at the girl. The questions would quickly take on a sinister double entendre. "How do you spell 'virtuous'?" "In which book of the Bible is the sin of Onan described?" "What is another term for 'sin'?" "Give me a definition of 'purity,' please." He was playing the girl in the same way that a fisherman plays a fish caught on the line and she would soon blush deeply and become confused. She would be instructed to report to Miss Arbuthnot and request an examination by the doctor. The form mistress would be asked to see that this happened. By lunchtime, three more girls were added to our list: Jane Palmer, Eliza Heron and Maud Brown. We had a pleasant lunch with Miss Arbuthnot. There I broached the subject of the severity of the corporal punishment and of the possibility of doing permanent and disabling damage to one of her charges. "But Dr. Forbes said particularly to punish them with the uttermost severity and I did take him at his word. For no other offence do we break the skin, Sir, although some girls do need to be treated most severely to keep them in line. I should be most pleased to take your advice if you would care to offer it. I usually perform the beatings after lunch at the same time that Dr. Forbes is operating on those caught the week before." "So soon? Why, I would have thought that a day or so of thoughtful anticipation would have served a salutary purpose? It is for this reason that Dr. Forbes waits a whole week before operating, is it not? It would be as convenient for the Doctor to operate right away." "Well, there you go, Sir! Your experience in these matters would surely be most valuable. And when would you suggest, Sir? "There are several opinions on this point, Ma'am. It is convenient if the girls are in their night attire rather than encumbered by clothing, which suggests an early morning or late evening appointment. I find that the senses are dulled by fatigue towards the end of the day and that sensibility is enhanced in the early hours. At what time do your girls rise and break their fast?" "Why, Sir, the rising bell is at six of the clock and breakfast is at seven precisely. By that time, they have washed and brushed their hair,dressed and made their beds; they have done their duties and have attended the short act of worship that we conduct here each morning. But you surely cannot be intending to come here for that hour, Sir?" "I would propose to come here the night before and to stay overnight, if that would be in order? And to have the girls in question fetched from their beds at half past five. They should be instructed to wash and brush their hair and then to attend the punishment room in their night attire. There they will be kept waiting until six when the punishment will commence. I would propose not tomorrow morning but the next, but to instruct the girls now so that they may deliberate upon the experience that awaits them." "It shall all be done as you advise, Sir. And shall you . . ." "As you wish, Miss Arbuthnot. I should not, of course, want any breath of impropriety to sully the reputation of this admirable institution." "It shall all be most properly conducted, Sir, and I myself shall be in attendance at all times, so there is no risk of any other, Sir! And it would save my arm which does at times get most tired from wielding the rod with such vigour." "Then I shall be most happy to oblige you, Ma'am." After lunch, we had the operations to perform. First was Ellen Smith. She was a tiny girl, fully mature but small. She was fastened in the lithotomy position to the examination couch by the straps attached to the underside. The straps went around the backs of her knees and fastened them close to her shoulders. Her bottom was still black and blue from the beating and several of the wounds opened and started bleeding again from the stretching of the posture. It was her first operation - the clitoris and labia were intact. They were large on such a small girl, and seemed even more prominent because of the shaven pubis. Dr. Forbes liked to wash the parts before operating, (this was not usual practice at that time; it was only later that the importance of asepsis became known), and he did so with warm water and a little soap, rinsing and drying it. Then he drew forward the clitoris hood and grasped it with forceps. He fastened two pairs in place, one either side of the centre-line. The girl squealed. He pushed the point of a pair of scissors between the forceps, up and under the hood and snipped down sharply. The girl gasped. "I like to fasten the forceps on before cutting as it is the very devil to get a proper grip once the blood starts to flow," he commented. Then he picked up each pair of forceps in turn, pulling the hood-half to full stretch, and snipping with the scissors close to the glans. Again the girl cried out in shock, and continued to cry and moan loudly. The remaining skin slowly retreated half-way up the shaft of the clitoris. He placed a lint pad onto the wound and pressed firmly, holding it there for fully five minutes. "Some authorities recommend suturing, but I leave it as it is. The wound takes longer to heal so it is longer before the girl resumes the habit, if she chooses to. And if she should try it too soon, the wound reopens, acting as a deterrent. There is sometimes trouble from bleeding, but not often, and when it happens it is rarely serious. Rebecca Brownwell was sent in next. She was a big girl in every way, the kind who easily runs to fat. She looked very apprehensive and was nearly in tears. The reason was soon clear: there was very little left of her external genitalia. All of the inner lips had been removed. ("That was done by my locum-tenens when I was unwell last year. I don't generally remove that much unless there are exceptional circumstances.") And there was very little clitoral shaft still visible. He secured her very tightly to the couch, straps at the hip and waist as well as those behind the knee, and he fastened a stick gag in her mouth to bite on and to prevent her biting off her tongue. "We have to cut down along the line where the clitoris used to lie and uncover the inner shaft. The scar tissue from the previous operations is adherent to the underlying shaft in several places so we have to dissect carefully. There we are! Now we can release the shaft from its suspensory ligament and . . . up it comes. You see that it divides into two crura to pass either side of the urethra. We cut it through right at the point of bifurcation, thus, and immediately apply pressure to the wound - thus. Could you heat the cautery iron in the gas-flame whilst I hold this, please?" He had to raise his voice to be heard all through this as the girl was screaming and roaring loudly through her gag. There was a spirit burner on the bench beside him so I lit it and started heating the iron. When it was glowing a dull red, about five minutes later, he held out his hand. I placed the handle in it and he lifted the pad of lint from the wound and quickly applied the cautery. The girl's screams had dulled to a low moaning by this time but they immediately recommenced with powerful vigour. There was the usual stench of burning flesh as the wound was sealed. He held the iron away and watched for a little until it was clear that there would be no further bleeding. He unfasten ed the patient, who was by now incoherent, and had a member of the Orphanage staff carry her away. Jane Smith 4 was next. She was called "Jane Smith 4" presumably because there had been at least three other girls of that name in the orphanage when she arrived. She was somewhat older than I had expected to find in an orphanage, seventeen or eighteen perhaps with the coarse looks of a working girl, a scullery maid, perhaps. Most girls would have been found positions in service at fourteen. I asked about this. "Many of these girls have never ever seen the world outside the orphanage. They ask to stay on as it is the only home they know. A chosen few are invited to stay as members of the cleaning or service staff; it is regarded as a privilege. They are allowed to remain as long as they work hard and behave in a proper manner. They are provided with a bed, clothing and all meals, but no pay. This girl could elect to leave rather than submitting to this little operation - she has been given that choice, haven't you?" "Yes, Sir." "Tell Dr. James how it is that you come to be here today." "Ooh, Sir, it was two years ago that you last stopped me, but I found that I was starting to get the feelings again. I knew if I was caught they would send me away and I didn't want that, so I asked to speak to you." "You did quite right, Jane. You are a good girl. And what did you ask for?" "Please, Doctor, to take it all away so it don't trouble me no more." He gave her chloroform, telling me that he did this will all girls who had been good and asked him for help to remain good. And so I saw my first complete spaying of a girl - removal of the ovaries from the abdomen as well as the deep sectioning of the pudic nerve that provides the clitoris and the surrounding parts with sensation. There was still a stump of clitoral shaft visible as her previous operation had been the first cutting of the clitoral shaft; it was not strictly necessary to remove this, but he did so in any case, "for tidiness and completeness". She was still unconscious from the chloroform as she was wheeled away by a member of the orphanage staff. We took a short break then for a cup of tea with some admirable scones cooked by one of the girls in the kitchens. We were served by this same girl, a pretty young thing by the name of Sandra Goodall, with russet hair and a 'peaches and cream' complexion. She was clearly a favourite of Miss Arbuthnot who had nothing but good to say of her. When she left, I asked Dr. Forbes if he had ever had occasion to examine the girl for signs of self-abuse. "Why no, I have not, Dr. James!" said Dr. Forbes; "Miss Arbuthnot?" "There has never been the slightest suspicion of Sandra. Such a good girl! One of our special girls who we are so proud of! A real treasure! A fine example to the others!" "But, I find that there is something about her that I would like to probe further. I do beg your pardon should I be proved wrong, Miss Arbuthnot, but I should feel happier if I could just make certain that there is nothing amiss. Would you permit?" "Dr. Forbes?" "If Dr. James thinks . . " "I am certain that there is no taint in Sandra Goodall, Sir, and would willingly submit her to any examination to be sure of that." "And I shall be the happier in my mind to know that you are right, Miss Arbuthnot. Please send her for examination directly, then." "As you request, Dr. James, so shall it be." And when we returned to the examination room, Sandra Goodall was the first to be ushered in. Dr. Forbes gestured for me to conduct the examination. Sandra had never been examined before in this way, but clearly knew what it was about from talking to the other girls, as she got straight up onto the couch, lifted her skirts and adjusted herself into the familiar position. I parted the russet pubic hair and examined the genital parts. They looked natural and untouched: just the way you would expect the parts of a modest girl to look. The labia minora were small and thin, pale and straight. The clitoris was also small and smooth and showed no sign of unnatural use. Either side of these organs, within the folds of the labia majora, was a little creamy matter - again evidence of lack of unnecessary physical contact. I gently raised the clitoral hood; underneath was a small build-up of clean, fresh, smegma, not enough to be troublesome, but evidence of lack of manual interference. I lent down and sniffed - again the healthy fresh smell of tissues unaffected by unnatural acts, and yet there had been something about the girl: her posture, her gait, perhaps? I performed Dr. Forbes' usual tests, but there was no abnormal reaction. I asked Dr. Forbes to repeat them; again there was no sign of abnormality. I asked her to straighten her legs flat on the couch and to press them together. Unusually, there was no gap between her thighs at the crotch. "I apologise for doubting you," I said, "there is no sign of anything abnormal, whatsoever. You may go." When she had gone, I asked, "Nurse Jamieson, how much exercise do these girls get?" "Why, they go for a walk on a Sunday afternoon, and thy have household chores to do: cleaning, helping in the kitchens, laundry and so on, Sir." "She has muscles in her thighs like an athlete, and quite unlike any other girl I have seen here. Is her bed positioned where it can be spied on without her knowing?" "We position the ones we are most concerned about near the spy- holes, Sir, and they know this. She has never been suspected, so her bed is positioned where it might be difficult to watch easily. You still suspect something?" "I have seen just one case like it before. If it is what I think, she will do it lying on her back with her legs quite straight, but tightly pressed together. She will simply squeeze her thigh muscles slowly and rhythmically for a long time. It will be almost unnoticeable and leaves few signs on the tissues. One of the characteristics of his condition is that arousal does not occur with the knees raised and the thighs apart, hence the lack of response to the tests. I may be wrong, but the only way to be sure is to catch her in the act. "What excuse could we find to move her bed without arousing her suspicion? Do you place trusted senior girls in the younger girls' dormitories, for instance?" "We used to, but when we found out that so many of the senior girls were corrupted and were corrupting the younger ones, we instituted a strict segregation, Sir." "Perhaps, as she has been tested and found pure, this procedure might be restarted for a select few. Is there a dormitory of younger girls that you are especially concerned about? She might be moved to a position of trust and responsibility and coincidentally where we can see her more easily. I am determined to keep watch over her for a night or two. With your permission Dr. Forbes, I should like to approach Miss Arbuthnot on the subject." He nodded his concurrence. Jane Palmer, one of the girls identified in the classrooms by Dr. Forbes, was the next one brought in. At another time, she would have seemed quite pretty. A small girl, younger than the others we had seen - only just past puberty. She had a broad freckled face and high cheekbones. Large blue eyes peered out under a mass of light brown curls. Now, however, she was in tears and her face was distorted with anxiety. Dr. Forbes consulted the notes. "This is one of the younger ones that we made an example of. About two years ago, soon after the initial purge, she had a second operation and a severe beating. She had stopped touching herself with her hands after the first operation, but had then started crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together, thinking that this would not be noticed." He turned to the girl who had got up onto the couch in the usual position for examination. The pubic hair was still a downy fuzz. The clitoris was large and prominent. The hood had been trimmed well back, and its healing had clearly been prolonged from the appearance of the broad area of scar tissue. The shrinkage of this scar had drawn the glans back and upwards so that it stuck out prominently between the outer lips making the underside clearly visible. The underside of the glans clitoris had scars where the inner lips had been tightly shorn away. About a quarter of the length of the labia minora had been removed. There were white scar-lines on her bottom and thighs from the severity of the beating that she had received. "Do you want to tell me about it?" he asked her. She sobbed loudly and her tears flowed freely. Eventually her crying subsided. "Oh, Sir, I feel so ashamed!" She cried again for a minute or so. "Sir, it rubs against my clothes when I stand or move. My nightdress rubs it and torments it. I feel it all the time. It is a constant torment, Sir." "Here?" He lightly touched the tip of the glans. She reacted strongly, startled as if she had been pricked, crying out. There was clearly hypersensitivity. "You could have come to me. Then there would have been no beating, no shame. Chloroform would have been used so there would be no pain. Instead you have chosen the hard way." He pressed the shaft, keeping clear of the scar tissue and the hypersensitive glans. Soon she was responding strongly, the vulva clenching and contracting. He told her to relax and stop clenching, but she could not. Moisture oozed from her vagina. She must have been on the very brink of the pollution when he stopped. "You are a depraved and corrupt child. You deserve to be beaten for that disgusting exhibition alone. I shall talk to Miss Arbuthnot. You will come back here next week for your operation and I will cut away the part that has been troubling you. Now go!" She left, howling pitifully again. I thought that he had been unnecessarily hard on her, but did not say so. Eliza Heron was a tall gaunt girl. She had clearly experienced the post-puberty growth-spurt without filling out at all. She had very bony hips and hardly any bust. Pale features, greyish eyes, acne and mousy wispy hair all added up to make an unattractive sight. The way that she peered at everything made me think that she was myopic as well, and I mentioned this to Dr. Forbes. "That may well be the case," he said, "but the financial resources of the orphanage make it impossible to pay for spectacles for the girls. She will probably become a good seamstress." The glans and part of the clitoral shaft had already been removed, the most recent operation being but four months ago and the previous ones very closely spaced. The cane had made many sharp imprints in her meagre thighs and bottom. She was clearly one of those who did not learn from these lessons. She said little, but she was no cretin and she had answered most of his questions in class earlier. The scar on the clitoral shaft was still somewhat livid, and clearly gave the child some pain when the shaft was stimulated by Dr. Forbes' testing, but she soon showed the obvious signs of arousal. She made little attempt to suppress the clenching, and did not even seem to understand what was meant when he told her to stop. I knew that she would lose everything in the end and I wondered why Dr. Forbes did not go down that route immediately. "I have even seen imbeciles stop of their own free will before that point, and this girl is no imbecile. She simply chooses not to learn from our treatments and punishments. However, taking it all away immediately deprives a girl of the opportunity to learn and I always give them the greatest opportunity possible to reform. It is then a matter of their own choice." He eventually told her that she would be beaten and given a further operation. She made little reaction. Perhaps she was expecting it, perhaps she was hardened by the frequency and severity of her previous reatment, or perhaps she did not fully comprehend what was in store for her. She left. Maud Brown was a mouse-like girl, anxious, timid and terrified of anything and everything around her. She had never been suspected or inspected. Dr. Forbes was very gentle with her, unlike his treatment of Jane Palmer. He showed her how to position herself on the couch. He gently parted her pubic hair and did a thorough examination before starting to press on her clitoral shaft. Soon she became aroused and it was clear that she was terrified of revealing this, but he gently told her that it was normal as long as she just relaxed and did not squeeze her internal muscles and clench when this occurred. She did indeed clench once or twice but relaxed and controlled it again. "You were anxious about something, yet I can tell that you have been good and have not given away to these feelings. What is it?" "Don't know, Sir." "Every girl gets strong feelings from time to time, this is perfectly normal. The proper thing to do is to relax, just as you did then, until the feelings subside. It is only wrong if you deliberately provoke those feelings and abuse yourself by touching or pressing your secret parts when the feelings are strong. People who do this can find that a terrible thing called pollution occurs. This is what happens if these feelings are deliberately made to get stronger and stronger until suddenly they get too much for your young mind to stand; they overflow and cause a convulsion through the whole body and give a tremendous shock to the whole nervous system. This is what we call self-pollution. When that happens the nervous system is damaged in such a way that the will-power is sapped and the ability to resist this force is weakened. Each time it is repeated there is more damage. People end up mad, having to be confined to lunatic asylums. The best way is never to start. The fact that you have demonstrated to me that you can resist this force tells me that you are a good girl and that you have not given away to this evil. "But there is still something that troubles you. You can tell me what it is; you will not be punished." I asked: "Have the other girls been misleading you, telling you dreadful stories?" "Please, Sir, sometimes, not often, when I'm asleep, I get funny dreams, and when I wake up . . " "You experience a pollution on waking up from these dreams?" "Yes, Sir." "You were quite right to tell me. How often does this occur?" "The night before last was the fourth time." "Did this happen before you started having the monthly curse?" "Oh, no Sir, the first time was soon after. I didn't think anything of it the first two times but not long ago I was asking another girl about why she had had to have an operation and she told me about self-abuse and self-pollution and the strong feelings. Pollution sounded a bit like what happened to me so I described what happened in my dream and she said that she never had this. She must have told some other girls because they all started telling me that this was self-pollution and that I had to stop myself or you would stop me." Dr. Forbes was consulting his notes. "Your monthly curse started about a year ago, is that right?" "Yes, Sir." "If this happened too often it would require investigation and perhaps some treatment, but four times in a year is perfectly acceptable. Girls who abuse themselves do not experience this; that is why they told you stories. Tell me about your dream! What happened?" "Oh, Sir, I feel so ashamed. I dreamed of doing things that I could not think of doing when I was awake." "You can tell us." "Oh, dear. I was in the bath, but there was another girl in the bath with me. I would never do that, Sir, I know it to be dreadfully wrong, Sir." "All right, go on!" "Well, she was at one end and I was at the other and she was splashing water at me and I was splashing water at her, and the splashing got stronger and stronger and there was water everywhere, and then it happened and I awoke immediately, Sir." "Who was this girl?" "Amanda Grey, Sir." "Is she a friend of yours? Someone you speak to a lot?" "Yes, Sir." "Is she the one you told about these dreams?" "No, Sir, well, I did tell her, but she didn't know anything and that's why I told Jane Ross, because she has been to see you several times and has had four operations. It was Jane Ross that told the other girls and . . . " "Jane Ross is a very silly little girl. I remember her. She pretends to know everything because she has had some very bad street experience before she came here, but really she knows nothing. You should not listen to her. You should have come straight to me. "Now, when you are with Amanda Grey, do you experience strong feelings?" "Oh, no. Sir!" "I shall have to examine her, and if your friendship is or becomes the kind that causes either of you to have the sort of strong feelings that could lead to self-abuse or pollution, then the friendship will have to stop. As long as the friendship is pure and modest, then it can continue. "I shall also need to speak to Jane Ross. Who were the other girls who were telling you stories?" It took some time to draw this all out of her, as she was afraid of being the butt of vengeance. These girls would be put on the list for next week. It was already late in the day, so the girls that Miss Arbuthnott had selected at random for examination were allowed to return to their normal activities. We bid our fare-wells to Miss Arbuthnot and her staff and left forthwith. The next day I returned as the girls were all taking their evening meal. I determined that Sandra Goodall should be unaware of my presence in the school. As I had requested, her bed had been duly relocated in one of the dormitories of the younger girls, and I watched as she competently and quietly supervised their undressing and nighttime prayers. Once they were settled, she lit the night-lights around the big room and extinguished the brighter lights of the oil-lamps. Then she undressed herself and climbed into bed. It took some time for the whole dormitory to become quiet and Sandra had to get out a number of times and tell one or another girl to stop chattering and go to sleep. Eventually all was quiet, and Sandra seemed to go to sleep. She was lying quite still, on her back with her thighs together and her arms above the blankets, the hands clasped modestly over her stomach. The movement that I had expected began: it was barely perceptible, the thighs tightening, holding for a few seconds and then relaxing. Several staff members were stationed nearby, I gestured two over to observe with me and to witness what transpired. It was done in time with her breathing so that the movement could easily be mistaken for a consequence of breathing. Perhaps half an hour elapsed whilst there was little increase in the pace or strength of the movements. Her breathing slowly became just a little louder, deeper and quicker, and then, suddenly, you could see the hands grasp and stretch, the face tightened into a grimace. I signalled to the waiting staff to fetch the girl. They went to her bedside, threw back the covers and lifted her out. She called out briefly in surprise. I examined her in a nearby room. The parts were flowing with fluid and shining with arousal. I asked her to demonstrate just what she had been doing. She seemed not to know what I was asking. I made her put her thighs together as I had seen her, and to squeeze and relax the muscles. "I often do that before I go to sleep, it relaxes me," she said. She seemed genuinely not to know that she had done anything wrong. "And what about the feelings that you get when your hands clench and stretch, your face screws up in a devilish grimace and your heart pounds?" I asked. From her response, it seemed that she truly had never thought anything wrong in it. "The thigh squeezing is self-abuse," I said, "and the point where the heart pounds and the face goes into a rictus is a pollution. This is the thing that Dr. Forbes has been trying to stamp out all these years." I was still unsure whether she was truly unaware of what she had been doing or whether she was very sly and deceitful. "This is the first time that you have been caught. From now on, you will be carefully watched. You know what the consequences will be if you are caught again. I shall not lecture you now on the dangers of this habit as it is late at night; you are probably already aware of how serious this is, but I shall ask Dr. Forbes to explain everything to you on his next visit." I sent her back to bed and gave instructions to the staff to watch out for signs of this form of self-abuse in others. I went to bed as I had to rise early in the morning.

KELLY BY KELLY PANTS OFF Disclaimer: A work of fiction, that's all. It all started when I was just 6 years old. I was playing with some other kids from the trailer park where we lived. Most days during the summer vacation I was left to my own devices. At best my mom was an alcoholic, at worst she was a drug addict that turned tricks to get what she wanted. On this day I had gotten up at 8am and was fixing myself some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when she woke, she came into the kitchen and saw what I was doing, she yelled at me for using too much jelly saying that had to last for the next 2 weeks. As usual she kicked out at me; I was ready for it and just managed to avoid a full blow hitting me in the stomach. Then she told me she was having company and I was to make myself scarce for the day and why didn't I stay at someone's house tonight. I had no idea who I could stay with but I didn't dare argue with her, she didn't want me around and wouldn't care if I slept under the trailer as I had done on more than one occasion in the past. She set about cleaning up which as usual meant dumping everything into my room. While she was "cleaning" I saw 5 bucks on the floor and when she wasn't looking I grabbed it. Now I could get something to eat later in the day. I dressed in the only clean clothes I had and ran out the door, she shouted to me as I ran off "and don't come back here till after lunch tomorrow, you hear me" I just ran off and didn't answer. I met up with some of the other kids and we went off on an adventure! I wasn't really welcome, all the other kids went to school together and their moms all did the best they could to work and support their family, mine just got drunk or high and caused trouble. They let me tag along but I never got to suggest any games or fun things to do, I was always the one that had to steal the candy or the milk, I was always the one that got caught! The cops had threatened to have me taken away if I got caught again, my mom wouldn't have cared less but I didn't want to have to leave this place, it was after all the only place I had ever lived, people told me they treated kids real bad when they got taken away. I was hoping and praying I wouldn't have to steal anything today, my luck was in, we were going to the forest near "Old Toms farm" as we called it. Everyone was scared of old Tom but none of us had ever seen him, just heard his deep voice and the sound of his shotgun as he fired it to warn us not to trespass on his land. We were happily playing in the trees when Greg an older boy from the town came along, I didn't know why but he really hated me, in fact he always said bad things to me, or about me or my mom, I think his dad may have had sex with my mom and his mom had found out, I dunno. As soon as he saw me he started at me to go away, the other kids didn't care much for me, so they soon joined in, I was dejected and felt very alone, as I started to walk off they started to chase me and throw sticks and rocks at me I just ran as fast as I could, I came to a fence and climbed over it. As I jumped down I realised I was in "Old Tom's farm" They started getting closer and were shouting and still chucking things at me, I just kept on running, soon I couldn't hear them anymore and I looked round to see if they had gone. As I turned I heard a door open and looked for somewhere to hide. I noticed a gap in the siding of a nearby barn and managed to squeeze through it. I hid behind some hay bales hoping not to get caught. No such luck, I was suddenly grabbed from above and hauled out from my hiding place. I heard a loud voice very close to my ear that said "What the fuck do you think you're doing, you little bitch" I screamed and was tossed on to the floor like a rag doll. "Get up bitch" boomed the voice, I was too scared to look up, I had heard the stories of how hideously ugly this man was and how one boy had died from the shock. A hand reached down and dragged me on to my feet. I was crying and shaking from fear, I almost peed my pants I was so scared. Nothing was said for what seemed like ages, I just stood there looking down at the floor. Then he spoke again. "OK, what's your name girl?" "Kelly" I answered almost in a whisper. "What are you doing here?" "Hiding." "Why." "They were chasing me and throwing things at me." "Why?" "Greg hates me and then they all started at me." "I have no idea what your talking about, all I know is you are trespassing and you broke into my barn. That's enough for me to call the Sheriff." "No, no, please don't call the cops, they'll take away and.." I burst into tears again and for the first time I looked up at the man standing in front of me. I was surprised to say the least, he wasn't ugly at all, he wasn't even old, in fact he looked younger than my mom!! "Please Mr Tom, don't call the cops, I'm sorry, I won't do it again and I have 5 bucks, I could give it to you to help pay for the repairs". He smiled at this and stroked my hair; He sat on a bale and told me to come and stand in front of him. He started asking me many questions about my mom, where I lived and why did I think I would be taken away to prison. I told him everything, all about the other kids and my mom, all about Greg and how he was always bad to me and all about being in trouble with the cops nearly everyday this vacation. He listened carefully and looked hard into my eyes. He sat back a bit and lit a cigar, then he spoke "Well, little 6 year old Kelly, you sure are in a big puddle of shit and you just don't seem to have the shoes for it" I had no clue what he was talking about but it didn't sound good and my eyes started to water again as the tears welled up once more. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, I'd never seen one before but realised what it was when he started speaking to the local Sheriff. I broke down into a full sob as he spoke, asking questions about me and my mom. Then he said "OK thanks, I'll call you back later if I need to." He put the phone down and took me by the arm; his other hand lifted my chin so he could see my face. "It seems you are telling the truth about your mom and the other kids, but that doesn't mean you are in the clear, you still broke into my barn and you are still trespassing, so, I will give you a choice, I can call the sheriff back and he will take you away, you'll probably go to a home for naughty children and may be end up in prison, or, I can punish you myself, but, I promise you this, I won't go easy on you and it isn't going to be nice, at all! I didn't answer him; I just looked at his face, as I was staring at him I thought about it, he didn't look all that mean and I didn't want to go away. He asked me again "What's it gonna be?" I said "I don't want to go to prison." "OK, so I will have to punish you myself, when do you have to be home?" I thought this was an odd question but I told him what my mom had said earlier and he looked at me as if he felt sorry for me and for a moment I thought I was going to get off without being punished. Then he spoke again. "I am going to spank your bottom very hard and I'm going to give you a switching, you will have to help me fix the barn and then I will give you another thrashing" I started to cry but managed to mumble "OK, I'm really sorry I did all those bad things." He told me to lift my dress and hold it up. I slowly moved my hands to my hem but I stopped and pleaded with him, he slapped my face and said "This is your last chance, get it up and do as I say or I'll call the Sheriff right now" he picked up his phone and I said "Ok, Ok Sorry I'll do as you tell me" I quickly lifted my dress to expose my worn and faded pale blue cotton panties. He said "That's better" He reached out and pulled me closer to him, his fingers dipped into the waist band of my panties and he yanked them down to my knees. He hauled me over his knee and started beating me hard and fast on my bottom, I guess he gave me twenty smacks before standing me up again, I was yelling and crying, the tears were falling as though they were going over Niagara falls. He was talking to me again but I couldn't hear a word he was saying, all I could hear was my own crying. He took me by the shoulders and shook me, he said "Be quiet girl, or I'll put something in your mouth to shut you up" he reached down and picked up my panties that had fallen of my flailing legs during the first spanking, he balled them up and grabbed me by the hair, my mouth was already open as I tried to control my crying so he easily pushed my balled up panties into my mouth, "that's better, all that damn noise for nothing, we haven't even got going yet!" After a short while I managed to control my crying and he removed the panties from my mouth. He told me it was time for the next spanking and that this time it would be slower and there would be thirty smacks, he then picked up a piece of twine and told me to open my mouth, he pushed the panties back in and tied the twine around my head to hold them in. Then he hauled me back over his knee for the next part. This time he spanked much slower and may be even harder, but I wasn't as shocked as I was before and I managed to take it without too much noise, of course the gag prevented me from screaming but the tears still flowed copiously. When he finished he held me there and stroked my butt and the backs of my legs, I calmed fairly quickly, even though I had just been spanked very hard by this man, I didn't mind laying there feeling his hands dancing on my body. When I calmed enough he helped me up and looked at me, he was calm and a little smile fell across his handsome but rugged face. He undid the gag and brushed back my hair, he looked at my clothes and then he pulled me close to him. Then he did something no other person had ever done to me, not even my mother or grandmother, he hugged me, he rubbed my back and held me close, I think it was that very moment that I fell in love with him. He held me for a long time and I reached up and put my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder "Thank you sir" I whispered into his ear and I kissed him on the cheek, he hugged me tighter and said "It's ok, but we haven't finished yet." "I know" I replied "and it's ok, I will do whatever you tell me." He continued to hold me close and rub my back, my tears dried up and I felt very happy even though my ass felt like it was on fire and I knew there was more to come. He untangled my arms from around his neck and stood me in front of him, I spoke first "Is it time for the switch now?" I asked. "No, not yet, first I have some business in the next town, then it will be time." "OK, can I come with you please sir" I pleaded. "Well, OK, but you will have to stay in the truck and I won't let you have any clothes on, if you try to run away, the Sheriff will get you, first he will bring you back here for me to finish punishing you, then he will take you away." "Oh, I promise I won't try to run away sir, promise, I know I've been bad and I don't want the sheriff to take me away" I started to cry again and he pulled me in close to hug me once again. The truth was I wanted to stay with him forever and no matter what he did to me would be ok by me, as long as he hugged me again. I looked up and asked if I should take off my clothes now, then I asked if he would hug me again after he punishes me. He replied "Yes, always" "OK then" I said and started to undress. He chuckled quietly and helped me with my dress. There I was naked in front of this man that a short while ago was thrashing my butt, not only was I naked but I was happy to be that way, his eyes lit up and he looked at me as though he was pleased with what he saw, that made me even happier, the last thing I wanted to do right now was make him unhappy with me. He hugged me again and asked me if I needed to pee, I said I had better or I would need to go while we were out, he held my hand and took me outside, it was a warm day so being naked didn't bother me. He pointed to a spot outside and told me to squat there, he then said "wait till I tell you, you can pee." He made me straighten my back and then he stood back a bit, "OK you can pee now" he was smiling when he said it so I didn't care that he was looking right between my legs, I did the best job I could to keep that smile on his face and I peed with all my might. It sprayed almost too where he was standing and I was very proud of that, he gave another little chuckle as I finished and the told me I did a good job, I was so proud of that. I didn't have anything to wipe myself with and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, squatted in front of me and wiped me dry. "Thank you sir" I said with a wide grin on my face. He helped me up and we walked towards his truck, the windows were all blacked out so you couldn't see inside, he opened the door and picked me up, he plopped me on the seat and told me to slide over. Then he climbed in and we set off. When we arrived in the next town he reached over and grabbed a blanket, he told me to wrap it round me and stay in the seat, he reminded me of the consequences of running away. I again promised him I wouldn't, then as he got out he planted a kiss on my forehead, I'm positive I actually swooned. He was back within 15 mins carrying some packages under his arm, he had a beaming smile on his face as he got back in the truck and he gave me another kiss. OK Kelly lets get home and have some lunch before I give you a real hard switching. I moved closer and wrapped myself around his arm and said "OK sir but could you switch me before lunch? I don't want to have to wait that long and spoil my lunch" "Hmm, Ok" he said "seeing as you asked so nicely." When we arrived back at the farm, he took me to the barn, he laid me down on some hay bales and gagged me again, this time he also tied my legs close to my ankles, then he ran the twine around the bale and secured me to it he did the same at my knees, waist and shoulders, I was fixed there and couldn't move, he didn't speak much just to tell me I was very brave and I was now going to get 10 strokes of the switch on my butt and the backs of my legs. The first stroke was like a line of fire landing across both cheeks, I bucked and wriggled as much as I could but to no avail, my otherwise piercing scream was muffled by the gag, as I regained a little composure the next stroke bit in just below the crease of my butt where it joins my legs, again I went into the dance of "fire in the butt", it was impossible to move and I was just wasting energy, he continued with the punishment spacing out the blows from the top of my butt to the back of my knees, I think the strokes got lighter as he hit my legs but the instantaneous pain was just the same to me, each stroke was carefully directed and each one had the desired effect, it made me scream and rut about like a crazed animal that had been wounded. When the final stroke landed he sat beside me and started rubbing my back to calm me, it took quite some time but eventually I could hear his soothing voice and my sobbing died down. He then said "I'm now going to do something that is very bad". I was terrified and struggled wildly, what could be worse than the switch? But he said it wasn't going to be as painful as the spanking or the switching I'd just received, there would be some pain if I didn't do as he said but he would try to be gentle with me this time. He cut the bond around my waist and told me to stick my ass up as much as I could and to push as though I was trying to poop, I did as I was told not understanding why, then I felt his finger touching my rose bud. He wiggled it about and pushed a little, then he wet his finger and started pushing again, it went in just a bit and he rubbed my back with his other hand, I tried as hard as I could to push up and push my rose bud out, in went his finger, it hurt like hell and I had this tremendous burning feeling in my bottom hole, after a few seconds he pulled it out and said "good girl" I felt so pleased with myself that I had made him happy, I stopped crying and lay there while he continued to rub my back. He undid the twine holding me down and rubbed my legs and arms before picking me up and carrying me towards the truck. He took out the packages and carried both them and me into the big farmhouse. He sat me down on the table and placed the packages beside me. Then he hugged me and kissed my cheek, I kissed him back and he told me of his plans for the rest of my stay with him. "First I am going to give you a bath, then I am going to clean you out, inside, I will give you an enema." He explained what it was and I said a reluctant "OK." "Then we will have some lunch, watch some special movies and then take a short nap, after that we will go and fix the barn and you young lady will get another spanking!" "We will go to the TV room to watch the special movies I have." "Oh are they cartoons, I love cartoons." "No, they're not cartoons, but they are very special, you'll just have to wait and see!" "OK, I will wait, so long as you will hug me when we watch them." "Yes I promise I will, the whole time, in fact you can sit on my knee and watch them." I beamed a big smile and reached out to kiss him "Thank you sir." He picked me up again and carried me to a huge bathroom with a tub so big I thought it was a swimming pool. He started to run some water and put the plug down, he emptied some bubble bath into the water and then turned to me. He looked stern and as he spoke I started to shiver. "Now young lady" I liked it when he called me that "It's time to clean you inside, I don't want any fuss or I'll punish you on your front with my belt, understand." "Yes" I said, what he didn't know at that time was if he said he wanted to cut off my arm I would have let him as long as he hugged me after. No one in my life to that date had ever shown me any love or affection, I used to watch other kids with their parents after school, they would run up to their moms or dads and throw their arms around them, they would hug each other and then the parents would sweep them up in their arms and carry them to the car, how I wished I had a mom or dad that would do that, instead my mom would just push me away or kick me and tell me to stop that shit or she would beat me with the buckle end of a belt. She did that on more than one occasion, even to the point where I had cuts and bruises on my back, my clothes were torn and then she would beat me harder for making her ruin my clothes.. He took some things from a cupboard and started to wash them, then he filled a water bottle with some hot soapy, he connected a hose to it and a black thing to the end of that, I was getting very scared and didn't know what was going to happen. He told me to kneel on an ottoman and put my hands on the floor, he reached out and spread my ass cheeks, I gave out a little cry and he said, "be quiet and don't start crying, or I will spank you again." I didn't reply, just stayed as still as I could, he told me to push out like I wanted to poop again, I did as he told me and I felt his finger rubbing at my butt hole, he had put some lube on it and was gently pushing it in to my butt, then he replaced that with the nozzle and slid it in, once it pushed past my sphincter muscle I felt a sharp and tearing pain, I screamed and as I tried to get up his hand pushed me down and he smacked my ass hard, he pushed it in some more and then turned on the flow, the shock of the water entering my body was too much and I collapsed onto the floor. He picked me back up and spanked me as he held me in position, I felt the water filling me up and the pain in my ass was making me feel weak. He stopped the water and pulled out the nozzle. Then he shoved a plug in my ass, he was none too gentle and it hurt real bad. I was crying and shaking, then he started to rub my back again and hold me in position, he lifted me upright and my guts started cramping, rubbed my fat belly and soothed me with his voice and little kisses on my forehead. Again this had a calming effect on me and I relaxed enough to be able to stand. He made me do some jumping jacks and some stretching, then he helped me to the toilet and pulled out the plug. He told me to empty out and then sit on the funny looking toilet next to me; I didn't know what it was but soon found out what it did. He turned it on and washed my but and fairy. I felt good and then he plonked me in the tub and turned off the water. The water was so deep I could go right under the bubbles and hide, he pretended to try and find me and we both laughed and played. He told me to use the soap and face cloth to clean myself from tip to toe. "Do a good job, I'm going to inspect you after and you will be sorry if you are not clean." I washed myself all over and watched as he stripped and took a shower. I had seen naked men before, many of my moms boyfriends walked about naked, I'd even see an erection, but I'd never seen a man with so many muscles. I watched as he dried himself, he came over and pressed the plug lever, the water started emptying and I stood up. He wrapped me in a big fluffy towel and carried me to the ottoman. He stood me up on it and checked I was clean, he told me that he would smack anything that was dirty, luckily I was clean all over and he carried me back to the kitchen. He asked me what I wanted for lunch and I told him I didn't care, after all I only had 5 bucks to get lunch, dinner and anything else I needed. He started to make some pancakes and poured me some juice. I was still sitting there with nothing on. He told me to help him with the packages on the table. He pointed the smallest one and told me to undo it. I pulled at the paper and it ripped open. Inside was 2 pairs of white cotton panties, I looked at Mr Tom and he was smiling, "they're for you, go on put a pair on." I was so excited I almost fell as I scampered about trying to put them on, he was laughing and helped me steady myself while I pulled them on. He stood back and looked at me, he had a grin from ear to ear and said "You look beautiful" I jumped up and hugged him, he laughed again and said "steady on, there's more to come." I put my feet on the floor and then I started to cry, I just stood there sobbing. "Hey, what's up?" he asked. "I'm so sorry, I was a naughty girl and I'm really confused and I don't know what to say and ." I babbled on, he came over and guided me to the table, he knelt down and rubbed my back, he said "don't cry, yes, you are a very naughty little girl and you have been spanked hard, later you will be spanked hard again, then you can cry, but now, I want you to be happy and try on these nice clothes, the ones you have are dirty and old, I don't want my little spanking toy in dirty clothes." I didn't really understand what a spanking toy was but I dried my eyes and we opened the next package together. When it was opened there was a beautiful dress inside, it was white with little flowers sewn on to the bodice, he helped me put it on, it was very short but at six that didn't matter. I spun around and the skirt flared up, he sat on the floor and smiled. I went over and put my arms around his neck and we hugged. I said "thank you sir, I've never had any new clothes before; mom always gets mine from the Thrift in town, sometimes I didn't have any panties for ages, I'll try to be good and do what you want, but I can't keep them, my mom would kill me if she knew someone bought me new clothes." "Don't worry about that, just do what I ask and let me do what I want and I will sort out your mom." I hugged him again and said "I will let you do anything you want." "Really? Even if it hurts or it's naughty?" "Yes, anything." "OK, prove it, I want to smack your ass and cane you on the butt hole and your cunt." "What's a cunt?" "The secret place between your legs." "OK, I will let you do it, all I want is for you to hug me after and rub my back." His face changed and he sternly said "Come here, lift your dress and open your legs, you little cunt." I was a bit scared but I did what he said, after all, why would he buy me clothes if he was a nasty man? He smacked me hard between the legs, I immediately closed my legs and put my hands on my fairy to help ease the pain. "Huh, so you won't let me do anything I want, you're a lying little cunt." "No, no, sorry, sorry sir, it just hurt and I didn't know you were going to do it." "You don't have to know, you just have to take whatever I want to give you, little bitch." I was crying, more from the way he was talking than the pain in my crotch, I opened my legs again and lifted my dress, I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth waiting for the next smack, it came but it wasn't with his hand, he used a wooden ruler that had been on the table, he gave me 4 more, not really hard but hard enough to sting and make me cry yet again. He put the ruler down and hugged me, "I know you don't understand, but I hope you will soon, we have a lot to talk about and you have a lot to learn. We hugged for a while, then he said he was going to cook lunch and I could open the other packages, save your questions until after lunch, just look at the things and lay them on the table. As I opened the packages, Mr Tom cooked the pancakes. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, he was smiling as I looked at each item. There was another outfit of a matching skirt and top, they were both very brief and I didn't think they would fit me really, I held them against me, they were very short. There was a pair of hold ups, I'd never seen a small pair before, then there was a ball thing with a rubber strap attached to it, some thin red rubber things that were shaped like a rocket and then some wide leather straps with buckles on and rings attached, some short chains and in the last package a long and very beautiful dress, it was heavy and very silky feeling. I laid them on the table and he bought the pancakes over. He had cooked some blueberry and some plain pancakes there was also a jug with maple syrup and some more juice. We sat down and started to eat, I ate 3 pancakes and then put my fork down. He asked "have you had enough?" "I'm not allowed to eat anymore than that at home." "Well, you're not at home now so you go ahead and eat all you want." I had my fill and sat back satisfied with the best meal I'd had in weeks. When he finished eating he told me to help with clearing the table and then we could have a chat and look at the new things he had bought. I carried the dishes to the sink and he washed them up, he told me to be careful not to get my dress dirty, or I would get spanked. He looked at me and smiled, it made me giggle and I said "I don't care, you can spank me all you like and do what you want, as long as you keep your promise and hug me after" "Come here little bitch and lift that dress." I walked over and lifted my dress, he reached down and slipped my panties down, then he leant over me and smacked my bottom 6 times. "Like that you mean" I sniffed back a tear and said "yes, sir" He hugged me and kissed my forehead again. I smiled and looked up at him, he bent down again and we kissed each other on the lips. "Pull up your panties and get on with clearing the table." I pulled them up and skipped to the table; even though my butt was burning again I was happy and just wanted to get more hugs. We finished clearing the table and put all the things away. We sat at the table and he picked up the ball thing. "This" he said, "goes in your mouth and the straps go around your head to keep it in, it's better than using your panties, see there is a hole in the middle that will let you get enough air so you don't stop breathing, here lets try it." I leant forward and opened my mouth, it was a bit big and he had to hold my head and force it past my teeth, when it was in it filled my whole mouth and my tongue was trapped. He pulled the straps around my head and they held it tight. It was a bit uncomfortable but not too bad, he smiled at me and kissed me. I tried to smile back but my mouth was forced so wide I couldn't move my lips, I tried to speak but it was impossible and all I could do was make a sound like Mmmmph! Then he picked up the leather straps and attached 2 of then to my wrists and 2 to my ankles, first he attached a short chain to the wrist cuffs and pulled my hands behind my back, he clipped them together securing my hands. The last strap he put round my neck and then attached the last chain, he left it hanging loose and helped me stand. He picked me up and laid me on the table on my front. The table was hard and I was uncomfortable but when I tried to talk, all I could say was "Mmmmmph." He attached the ankle cuffs to the chains hanging from my wrists this put me into a loose hog tie and had my knees bent back, he still left the chain on my neck unattached. He picked up one of the red things and showed it to me, he explained that it was for my butt and later he was going to tie me like this again and put one in me. I was scared and I started to cry, told me to stop or he would spank me right now, I tried to stop but I was scared and I didn't like the things he said, he started to rub my back and my tears turned to sobs as I gasped for air through the ball gag. "OK, I warned you." He lifted my ankles and pushed up my dress, then he pulled down my panties as much as he could. His hand slapped hard on my ass, he spanked me 5 or 6 times really hard. He said "Now you have something to cry for you little bitch." He left me there without hugging me and I cried harder, I was struggling to breath and he added to my discomfort by shortening the chains from my ankles to my wrists putting me into more of a hogtie, he pulled the chain on my collar and forced my head back, he clipped it to my wrists and now it really was hard to breath. He looked into my eyes and reminded me that I had said he could do anything he wanted. "Isn't that what you said little bitch? That's what you said, isn't it?" I tried to answer but I couldn't, he slapped my face "Well" he shouted. I tried to nod my head and he said "Well then, why cry when there is nothing to cry for?" He released the hogtie and the neck chain, he took the chains off my wrists but left them clipped together behind me, he said to leave the cuffs and collar on but he removed the gag, I had made the front of the dress wet with my spit and tears, he looked at it with a frown and told me later I would have to pay for that. "Yes Sir, sorry." He picked me up and carried me to another room, it was dark inside, there were heavy drapes at the windows and the walls were all wooden panelled. He switched on a light and walked to a large sofa; he set me down and told me not to move. He went out to the kitchen and bought back a glass of juice and a beer; he sat down and unclipped the cuffs at the back, he told me to drink some juice. I took a few sips and sat back. He picked up the TV remote and switched it on, then he switched on the DVD, a movie started playing a he pressed the pause button. "Come up here and sit on my knee" I climbed up and he hugged me, he gave me a few kisses on the cheek and held me tight. My feelings were now very mixed up, I loved the hugs and the new clothes but I was scared of the things he had done to me and I was really scared of the red plug for my butt. He rubbed my back and I started to relax, after a while he started to tell me about the movie we were about to see, he said "It will probably make you very scared and may be you will want to cry, but I don't want you to, I want you to be as quiet as you can and just watch, you will see some little girls, some about your age and some a bit older, they are having things done to them, some of the things are like the things I've done to you, the punishment and the enema, the tying up, things like that, some of the bigger girls get other things done and some of the younger girls get plugs in their butts just like you did before and like you will later, remember, you still have another thrashing to come later, but for now I just want you to watch and then we will talk about it after, ok?" I was feeling very worried and at the same time very secure in his arms, I managed a whispered "Yes, ok sir." He pressed the play button on the remote and the movie started. The opening shots were of young girls playing and laughing with men that I assumed were their fathers. They were all smiles and laughter. Then the scene changed to a man shouting at a little girl, she was standing holding up her dress and I could see her white panties, then she peed herself and you could see her pee trickling down her legs. The man walked over to the girl and slapped her leg, he called her a dirty little cunt, he ripped down her panties and bent her over, his big hand slapped her ass many times and really hard, he tore her dress off and her panties, he pulled her by the hair and pushed her over a chair, she was screaming and struggling but the man was too strong and he slapped her legs hard. He used some rope to tie her and then he put in a gag. He stood back and picked up a cane. He beat her 6 times and then he put his finger in some gloop, he opened up her butt and pushed his finger in really hard, the girl bucked on the chair but he didn't stop, the camera showed a shot of her face and the terrified look she had. The man continued to finger her butt hard and slap her at the same time. She cried and cried while he abused her little butt. He undid the ropes and tied her with her ass sitting on the chair, her legs were spread wide and her arms were tied behind the chair. He picked up a short strap and started to punish her cunt, he was shouting at her that she was a dirty little cunt and she must learn to control her bladder, after about 10 strokes, he stopped and rubber her cunt hard. "Now my little cunt you will say thank you to Daddy for punishing you for your dirty behaviour" He undid the ropes and she fell on the floor, he sat on the chair and pulled her onto her knees, he took out the gag and said, "say thank you, Cunt!" The little girl wiped her eyes and said "Thank you for punishing this dirty little cunt, I'm sorry I was bad Daddy and I will try to be better next time" With that he undid his pants and let them fall, he say back and you could see his erect thing sticking out like a flagpole, the girl went forward and opened her mouth, slowly she lowered her open mouth over his cock and started to suck him, after a while her Daddy grabbed her hair and started pushing her down further and harder, the girl coughed and choked on it but he kept on pushing her head up and down, suddenly he cried out "Yes, you fucking little cunt, that's it, now swallow, all of it, or pay the price." The girl swallowed all of it and then licked his cock clean, he patted her on the head and stood up, he pulled up his pants and the girl got up, she was a bit wobbly and sat on the chair, her Daddy came back with an ice-cream and said "good girl", he kissed her and she smiled at him and said "Thank you Daddy" he kissed her again and the picture faded. The next film was an older girl, she was wearing a really short skirt and a crop top, a bit like the ones Mr. Tom had bought for me. The girl was standing in front of a desk, a man walked behind her and ordered her to bend over the desk and spread her legs, the man lifted her skirt and she wasn't wearing any panties. He spoke to the girl and asked her why she was here, she said "I am here because I was caught playing with my dirty little cunt, and if I behave like a slut I must expect to be treated like a slut." "What am I going to do to you slut?" he shouted. "Punish my dirty ass and cunt." "How?" "With a cane, you will thrash me on my ass, then cane me between the legs and on my asshole, then you will fuck me in my cunt and ass" "And how will you thank Daddy for punishing you?" "I will suck Daddies cock clean and swallow his seed into my belly" "What else will Daddy do to you?" "Daddy will shoot his seed into my slutty womb and I will have his baby, because I am a worthless cunt and I am only good for fucking" I watched with wide eyes while this girl was beaten and stripped by her Daddy, she had small titties and he pinched and slapped them, he pulled her hair and tore her clothes off, he held her down and raped her ass and cunt, she screamed and cried but he ignored her and kept abusing her, he came inside her and whipped her cunt and asshole, he caned her titties and forced her down in front of him. She sucked and licked his cock and he came in her mouth, it showed the white stuff in her mouth and we watched as she swallowed it. Mr Tom was rubbing my back and I could feel his cock against my leg as it got harder and harder. The girl stood up and kissed her Daddy she saud "Thank you Daddy, I love you", "I love you too honey, you are my special little cunt" they hugged and kissed, they put their tongues in each others mouth and the shot faded. The rest of the DVD was similar, it showed everything from rape, punishment and abuse to kidnapping and even pissing on the girl. I was silent when it finished, Mr. Tom picked me up without saying a word, he carried me up stairs and told me to undress. I laid on the bed as instructed and he clipped my hands together in front of me, he used the chains to attach my feet to my wrists and clipped my ankles together, then he attached the neck chain to my wrists so I was in a sort of front hogtie. He took off his clothes and laid beside me. I was laying on my right side and he pulled me into a spoon with him and he held me and stroked me, I drifted off to sleep. While I was sleeping I had a dream about the film and the one thing that stuck in my mind was the girls reactions after they had been treated that way. They all smiled and hugged their Daddies and said thank you. I imagined these things happening to me and I felt comfortable with it. Somehow it all seemed ok, the girls all seemed happy and they all loved their Daddies, at the end of the DVD they showed the girls naked and playing with their Daddies in way that I had seen others play in real life, the only difference being their nakedness. I drifted into a deeper sleep. When I woke, Mr Tom was kissing my neck and stroking my skin, I felt so happy and I asked if I could say something. He said "of course princess" I loved it when he called me that and I said "Are you going to do those things to me?" "Some of them, yes, but you are too small for some things and you are too new for others." "Can you teach me to please you and make you happy, the girls all looked so happy in the movie and I want to be that happy." "I want you to be happy like that too, but we must sort out a few things first, I want to talk to your mother." "No, PLEASE" I interrupted him. "He pinched my ass and said "don't interrupt me, naughty girl." "Sorry." "I won't get you into trouble, what I want is to keep you and have you as my own little girl, would you like that?" I tried to jump up, but I was tied, I almost choked myself with the excitement "Oh, Yes, I'd love that, would I stay here with you? Would I live here? What about school? Oh I wish it could be true." "OK, Slow down, I have to sort out many things yet but yes you would live here and one day all of this property will be yours, you would be my daughter, my only family." I went into a daydream and just lay there in his arms. Soon, all too soon, he said we had things to do. He undid the cuffs on my wrists and ankles and unclipped the chain from my neck collar, "get dressed and come to the kitchen" he ordered. I quickly put my new dress and panties on then I went down to the kitchen, he was also dressed and fixing us some juice. I wanted to say more about living with him but I didn't want to make him angry, so I sat next to him at the table and rested my head on his arm. "Drink up Princess" he said quietly and we finished our drinks in silence. "OK lets go and fix the siding on the barn." "OK" I said cheerily I desperately wanted to pee but I thought I would tell him when we got outside, I thought it would please him if I did it in front of him again. We went out and gathered a few things together, a hammer, some nails and a piece of board, I carried the hammer, it was heavy and the need to pee increased. We got to the place where we had to do the repairs and I told him I needed to pee. "Why didn't you go when we were in the house?" he asked sternly, suddenly I thought my plan had backfired, he told me I would have to hold it until we finished and if I didn't and I peed my panties I would be in big trouble. I started to quietly sob and rock from one foot to another. Mr Tom looked at me with an angry face. "Lift your dress" he shouted "and open your legs wide" I did as he instructed, I didn't want to make him any angrier, I already felt bad enough. I realised that the worst punishment he could give me was to be angry with me, or not to hug me after a spanking. I hated myself, I wish I had asked to go before we left the house, tears started to freely fall down my cheeks and I started to apologise and explain what I had done, I told him I was really sorry and only wanted to have a chance to please him again. At this he seemed to soften and told me I should let him decide what would make him happy. I said sorry for the umpteenth time and was ready to burst. "OK" he said "this time I will let you off with a small spanking and let you pee. Take off your panties and squat as before, remember wait for the command to pee!" I did as I was told and got into position making sure my dress was out of the way, I waited and was getting more and more desperate, then he gave the order "Let it go then." I emptied my bladder with full force and was proud of the distance I managed to get it. Again he chuckled at this and I was pleased he was happy again. When I finished he took out a handkerchief and knelt down as if to wipe me, but instead he told me he was going to smack me first. I suddenly began to get very worried and my fear was totally justified, he smacked me right on my peephole, he told me to stay still and gave me a further 5 smacks, he said "Cunt spankings will soon be apart of everyday life, so get used to them, that was a simple light slapping, the next 2 will be much harder." The next 2 smacks landed with a mighty slapping noise and very fast, my reaction was delayed and piercing, he slapped my face hard for screaming so loud, the pain in my face didn't even come close to comparing to the incredible burning in my throbbing cunt! He wiped his hand with his handkerchief and stood up, ho told me to remain in position until he said I could move, then he went about repairing the barn. In truth I hadn't damaged it, the hole was already there, that's why I went through it but I wasn't about to argue with him. While I was squatting there I thought about the words he had said, that "cunt spanking would be come apart of everyday life", with this thought, I stopped crying and started to smile. He looked at my face and asked why I was smiling, I said "Because you said I would get a cunt spanking everyday." "Why does that make you smile?" he asked. I happily replied "that means I'm gonna live with you" as I said it my smile got bigger and my eyes filled with tears. "Well, as I said, there are many things to resolve first, but that is my intention, yes, and you are sure you want that?" "Oh yes" I chirped "because I will get lots of hugs." "Indeed yes, come here princess." I jumped up and ran into his outstretched arms, we hugged and hugged and hugged, he kissed me on the lips and rubbed my back. I just melted into his arms. Once the barn was repaired we went back to the house and sat in the kitchen chatting. He asked me many more questions and answered everyone while I clung onto his arm. "Well young lady, you still have a big punishment to come, but that will happen later this evening, in a short while a friend will come with her little girl and we will have dinner, I want you to help the little girl prepare dinner, her name is 'Molly Slut' and your new name will me 'Kelly Cunt', that is how I will call you from now on." "OK" I said dejectedly "does that mean I'm not your princess or young lady anymore?" "Of course not silly bitch, you will always be my little princess it's just when my friend Jenny comes with 'Molly Slut' and we are altogether. Jenny is a very good friend of mine and we both have similar interests in smacking little girls, although, Molly is now 13 and gets a lot more than hugs and kisses, she also gets other things that make her happy, just as I hope, one day you will enjoy other things like the girls in the movie." "Oh, OK, I hope I will like them too because I think they will make you happy as well." "Yes, they will make me happy." With that he took me into the TV room and switched on the Children's channel and left me to watch TV while he made some preparations for later. A few minutes later a pretty young girl came bounding into the room and introduced herself as "Molly Slut" I said "hello, I'm Kelly cunt" we shook hands and she sat down beside me and we watched TV, as we were sitting there she held my hand and soon we were sitting very close to each other and eventually we were hugging. We hadn't spoken much but I knew instantly that I liked this girl. I spoke to her and asked if she would always be my friend, she replied "No, better, we could be sisters." I hugged her real tight and said "I would like that" we just smiled at each other and carried on our TV viewing. Mr Tom came in and introduced me to Miss Jenny, she was really beautiful, not very tall and very slim with long, long red hair, she had a warm face with a wonderful smile, she bent down and kissed me and stroked my hair. Turning to Mr. Tom she said "Oh she's delightful" Mr. Tom just smiled and nodded. Mr Tom smiled at me and said "Kelly Cunt, I'm going out for a while and I will leave you with Miss Jenny and Molly slut, I won't be long, I just have something to sort out." With that he left and Miss Jenny sat next to us on the sofa and the three of us watched TV and hugged. I felt so happy, even after the spankings I had, had and the one I knew I was going to get later, that moment was the happiest of my life so far. I just dreamt of things to come and all the happy moments I could possibly have in the future!!!

SPALDING MANOR By Victoria Matthews Chapter 5 Settling In: As the term ended and the summer holidays began Matt and Victoria had taken up the offer to stay in Sir Johns cottage at Spalding Manor while he was visiting his Brother abroad. They had managed to let their own home fully furnished and therefore was able to move into the cottage at Spalding Manor without too many problems. Victoria and Matt woke early to the sound of the small army of builders arriving at Spalding Manor, the same as they had done for the previous six weeks but hopefully this would be the last day as the building project was nearly at a close. The builders had managed to match the bricks perfectly so the new building from the outside at least blended in with the existing school and looked as if it had always been there. As soon as the exterior had been erected the inside structure had been worked on twenty four hours a day to enable the completion in such a short amount of time. This just left two weeks for all the finishing touches and for the specialist equipment to be installed. Matt had overhauled and improved the security and camera system while Victoria had reduced the applicant list down to a possible fifteen new students all between the ages of eight and twelve. After consulting with Charlotte the list had been reduced to twelve applicants. There had been far more interest in the twelve new places available for younger students than anticipated and therefore the Governors were able to be much more selective when allocating the spaces available. It was deemed that all new students would be required to be green badge holders and thus reduce the amount of administration work. Miss Jasmine had taken the remaining five students that were unable to return home for the summer to a beautiful house on the beach in the south of France courtesy of one of the generally more reclusive Governors. Miss Jasmine had a wonderful time at the Gerard residence along with Mr & Mrs Gerard who had a rare opportunity to enjoy some of the spoils of their investment, the five students however had not enjoyed the summer break at all and was desperate to get back to Spalding Manor! Charlotte had been so impressed with the work carried out by Matt that she offered him full time employment, which was gratefully accepted. Matt however was probably looking forward to the reopening of the school more than anyone. Charlotte had needed to be present at Spalding Manor for key decisions and meetings with regard to the building project and therefore had stayed at the cottage at least once a week. With two cruel Mistresses to satisfy and no students at the school Matt was the only target for Charlotte and Victoria and had endured some harsh lessons at the hands of the frustrated women. The specialist equipment had been manufactured abroad and had been delivered, awaiting Matt to install in the originally named infirmary but was in fact named correctional suite on the original private drawings. The next couple of weeks passed quickly and Matt was exhausted with his effort to install all the equipment on time, he had even managed to get Victoria to help but she constantly got distracted as she randomly opened boxes and excitedly examined the contents. This did cause some friction until Matt sent her away as he concluded the work would be completed quicker if he continued alone! It was late Friday afternoon when the last of the builders left for the last time, Matt and Victoria were looking forward to a well deserved lay in Saturday morning before the grand opening Saturday afternoon. Charlotte along with several other Governors would be attending. Matt didnt wake until 9:30 in the morning, Victoria was still asleep and was unaware of Matts growing erection. Both Victoria and Matt had been too exhausted in the last two weeks to even think about any playtime. Matt had endured Victorias sadistic pleasures over the summer and was about to take some retribution as he spat in his hand, wiped some spit to the end of his cock before carefully rolling Victoria on her front without waking her. He lined his cock up to her arse before dropping his full weight upon her and thrust his cock up her rectum with one brutal thrust. Victoria screamed and tried to move away from the invading object that was deeply embedded in her rectum, Matt viciously grabbed her hair and pushed her face into the pillow. Shut up bitchtake your medicine like a good girl Matt whispered in her ear through gritted teeth. Ouch ouch.it really fucking stings, take it out Victoria screamed back, her voice muffled by the pillow. Matt had no intention of stopping and selfishly pumped and fucked her as hard as he could. It took less than two minutes for Matt to reach his climax as he spent spectacularly deep inside Victorias rectum. Victoria had quickly become accustomed to the pain and was already pushing her bottom back to meet his thrusts. As Matt withdrew he forcefully turned Victoria over, spread her legs and began to spank her rapidly wetting cunt hard and fast. This is the only way you get to cum so I suggest you do it soon Matt said to Victoria. Victoria had forgotten how good it felt to be dominated by Matt and was soon raising her hips to meet his blows. Harder and harder Matt spanked, the noise changed from a familiar sound of hand on skin to hand on wet skin as Victorias juices began to flow and her cum arrived moments later as Matt stopped spanking her and thrust three fingers deep into her juicy cunt. Victoria gingerly got dressed, the discomfort from her recent use still very much evident as Matt showered and changed into his best suit. There was a knock at the door, Charlotte excitedly stood waiting for an answer and quickly walked in as Matt opened the door. People have started to arrive so I have asked them to wait in the lounge over at the Manor. Matt as you have installed all the equipment and finishing touches I think it would be appropriate for you to conduct the tour for the Governors..if that is okay with you? Charlotte enquired. Erm.I dont know what to say, Im just the handyman really Matt nervously spoke back. Dont be so modest and besides no one knows how it all works so you really would be the best person Charlotte pleaded. Okay, once we are inside, give me the nod and I will do my best not to look like an idiot! Matt said and grinned back. With that Charlotte scuttled off towards the Manor. Victoria emerged looking stunning Wow what an honour, well done Matt Victoria said proudly as they both left the cottage to join Charlotte and the other Governors. Charlotte took charge until they reached the front entrance to the new building and suddenly realised she had no idea how to gain entrance and turned and nodded to Matt who was momentarily unprepared to take over. Matt quickly stepped forward from the back of the crowd and produced a keycard similar to that one might find to gain access to a hotel room. Matt swiped his card and held the door open for everyone to enter. Charlotte mouthed a Thank you as she walked into the reception area. The first part of the building was extremely bright as the sunshine streamed through the high glass roof, Matt tapped a remote and the blinds began to close and everyone was able to stop squinting. As their eyes adjusted they were greeted with a pristine open plan area, there was a lounge area to the right and a waiting room to the left with tea and coffee machines. Everyone took advantage of the coffee machine before moving towards a large oak door behind the reception desk. Once again Matt opened the door and waited for everyone to walk through. They were greeted with a large conventional looking classroom, there were twelve work stations but there was in fact room for at least double that amount. The room was light and bright as it occupied the space under the other half of the glass roof. Everyone chatted amongst themselves as they finished their coffee before the rest of the tour. Matt pressed a button near the double doors and they immediately swung open to reveal a small square area containing three doors. The door on the left was bathrooms and toilets, the door in front was dormitories and the door on the right which everyone was starring at was the correctional suite. Matt was sure he could hear a few groans as he held the door open for the bathroom and toilets. Everyone filed through one by one as if they were viewing a house to buy. The bathrooms were simple but elegant, walk in showers, lockers and a couple of large baths, enough room for six people in each. There was a row of six toilets, all had wide doors similar to that of a disabled toilet. The Governors all passed rather unimpressed until Mr Evans asked the question Why are there two cisterns per toilet? Matt blushed at the prospect of having to explain but luckily Charlotte stepped in. The first lower cistern is the conventional flush, the second higher unit is a temperature controlled water pump, which is used to administer enema solutions Charlotte explained. Charlotte then reached up to a drop down panel to reveal a stainless steel nozzle that could be pulled down on a retractable wheel. Next to the wheel was a temperature control along with a dial with a one to four litre delivery. Lastly there was a solution selection option. The solution selection facility allows the user to automatically mix solutions to the water when being administered. There is a sanitizer solution for dirty girls along with a mild irritant up to a punishment solution. The solutions would only need to be topped up once a week even if used frequently Charlotte explained as she had a hot flush followed by a little tingle in her cunt. There was an approving chatter amongst the Governors before everyone moved back into the hallway. There was a definite groan this time when Matt opened the door to the dormitories as everyones passions had been ignited after observing the ingenious toilets and was hoping to see what they had all been waiting for. Everyone was completely surprised by the dormitories, they were expecting an old fashioned wooden floor with lines of single beds and a cold harsh feel to them. There was a row of twenty four beds but all contained at different angles within a half moon shaped pod, it was still open plan but along with the plush carpet and the elegant little sink and toilet it seemed like mini hotel rooms. At the foot of each bed was a small cabinet that contained a TV which rose up from the main control room. Was that really necessary? Miss Grant asked in a rather annoyed tone who believed in old fashioned schooling. I think you will approve once Matt has shown you his little surprise Charlotte snapped back but with a wry smile. What are these tracks on the floor for Mr Evans asked, once again being the most observant of the bunch. Matt stepped forward and pulled a handle which allowed a floor to ceiling privacy certain to be draw all the way round the bed. For those moments that require a little privacy Charlotte said with a little knowing smile. There were nods of agreement and a little feet shuffling as the imaginations were fired in the brains of the guests. They all started to move off in the direction of the door with a growing anticipation of viewing the last and the most interesting of rooms. The heavy soundproofed door swung open to reveal a large white room that would easily be mistaken for an infirmary, as the guests stepped in there seemed to be a little disappointment in the faces of some of the Governors. In the middle of the room and completely dominating the space was what at first glance looked like a large flat massage table.it even had the whole cut out at the head end. I need a volunteer Matt asked as everyone laughed. Charlotte looked at Mrs Grant Perhaps you wouldnt mind? she said as she gave Mrs Grant one of her dominating stares. At 34 Mrs Grant was the youngest of the Governors, her banker Husband had passed away a few years ago and she had inherited his fortune. She was of average height with short brown hair, not ugly but not particularly attractive either, unassuming and quite ordinary until she met Charlotte at a charity event where Charlotte took her under her wing so to speak and gradually introduced her to the submissive lifestyle where Charlotte cruelly dominated her before turning her towards dominating others and then eventually into punishing young girls and boys. Reluctant at first but soon began to enjoy it with a passion. Many young boys and girls had suffered incredibly harsh punishments at her hands but Charlotte continued to dominate her whenever she felt like it and therefore she felt compelled to step forward as a volunteer. Cathy Grant hesitantly climbed onto the table feeling very embarrassed that she omitted to wear any underwear that morning and tried to keep her legs together. Matt moved her arms and legs into position where the outline on the table indicated and pressed the on button. Several fans started and the overhead sensor unit started to move backwards and forwards. The table is now calculating her size, weight and dimensions via the overhead sensors, in the same way a document would be scanned when placed in a scanning machine Matt informed the bemused looking guests. Matt was holding a remote control unit which had four options, no restraints, top restraints, lower restraints or full restraints. For demonstration purposes Matt pressed the full restraints option. Motors immediately started working and simultaneously straps emerged from underneath the table, very much like car seat belts, passed over the occupant and clicked into place. The straps were lose initially but then began to retract, there was a head restraint, arms, wrists, knees and ankles. There were multiple options for tightness of the restraints so Matt simply pressed the middle option! Although he had installed the machine he was by no means an expert. Too tight.too tight Mrs Grant screamed in panic. Matt fumbled with the controls until the straps loosened their grip slightly, it would seem even on the middle setting the straps would be very tight indeed. Next Matt pressed the position options and randomly chose a setting. The tables motors again sprang to life and Mrs Grant found herself sitting up, similar to that of a person in a dentists chair. The beauty of the position setting is that the straps automatically adjust when the unit moves position. Its completely versatile and can be put in any position. If the occupant was on their front for example it could be put into an inverted V giving perfect access to certain areas Matt confidently informed the Governors hoping this was true as he had not had time fully test the unit! To Mrs Grants utter dismay Matt pressed another button that gradually opened her legs, to expose her cunt. The Governors expressed their approval before giggling to themselves as they noticed Mrs Grants cunt showed signs of wetness which added yet more humiliation to her until panic once again took over as her legs were spread wider and wider until she felt she would be torn in two. Matt stopped the machine but added that it was capable of reaching over ninety degrees of movement on each side. Charlotte had opened an adjacent cabinet to reveal several machines with dials and knobs that could administer all manner of electrical stimulation. There were literally hundreds of combinations of pads, electrodes, internal and external devices. Charlotte placed a pad on each side of Mrs Grants legs and produces a large metal phallus with connecting wires. She knelt down between Mrs Grants legs and harshly pushed it inside. Due to her wetness it began to immediately slide out until Charlotte turned on one of the machines. Mrs Grants muscles contracted and literally sucked the phallus back deep within. Oh..oh..Oh my was all Mrs Grant could say between panting and heavy breathing. Try to pull it out Charlotte instructed to her guests. They stepped forward one by one, each pulling a little harder but no one could dislodge the metal phallus from Mrs Grants cunt. Matt turned the machine off and received a disappointed glare from Charlotte just as the metal Sphallus hit the floor as it slipped out of Mrs Grant. That was DC voltage, the other machine is AC which can deliver a delightful massage or excruciating pain and everything in between Matt informed the attentive audience. Everyone was deep in thought with their own particular fantasy and how wonderful it will be to educate the new students. Charlotte broke the silence first There is one more little surprise that we are about to show you so please follow me. Everyone followed Charlotte, although many of them were reluctant to leave the correctional suite as there was so much more they wanted to see. There was a small door next to the main door that no one noticed but duly followed. It was a tight squeeze for everyone but once inside observed a fairly ordinary looking desk with several TV monitors. Everyone seemed a little disappointed, Mr Evans and his wife even seemed a little annoyed to have moved from the exciting table to a boring desk. Matt if you dont mind? Charlotte said and gestured to Matt to take over. Firstly Matt pressed a button on the wall and the dark wall in front changed to clear glass revealing the correctional suite. This was the viewing area, the wall could be changed from one way view, both way view or as when they entered off. Matt then turned on the monitors, as they flicked into life each view was different. There was a close up of the table, one view showed an empty bed in the dormitories, another showed one of the toilets. Every bed has a night vision camera with thermal imaging so that any hot spots can be clearly seen, there are views from the toilets and this camera has a Pan and tilt function showing the main table next door Matt paused for a moment before continuing. I was asked by Charlotte to install the cameras that you can see but I took it upon myself to add a few extras. Each of these views can be viewed remotely, which means you can see any of these views from the comfort of your own home Matt informed the guests and waited for a reaction. There were several gasps and a couple of the Governors moved behind their wives to hide a growing erection. Everyone was ecstatic and mumbled enthusiastically between themselves until Matt interrupted. It will take a little more time but I believe I can carry out a modification so that the table could also be controlled remotely Matt proudly informed his captive audience. There was rapturous praise and even a little applause as everyone thought of the possibilities. Everyone took one last look around before heading back to the Manor for afternoon tea, Matt and Victoria were invited but gracefully declined. Just as they were heading back to the cottage Charlotte caught up I would not want to impose but if you dont have plans this evening I was wondering if you would be conducive to a couple of guests for a few drinks later this evening Charlotte asked politely, while glancing over her shoulder at Mrs Grant who was standing with her head bowed. Charlotte turned back and winked at Victoria. Im out for the evening and wont be back until tomorrow as Im catching up with some friends so it would be good for you women to get together Matt blurted out. Just us girls together then, see you at 6:30ish Charlotte shouted back as she ran off in the direction of the manor. Matt handed Victoria the keycard knowing full well what Charlotte had in mind and was extremely grateful that he had already made plans and that Victoria and Charlotte had someone else to play with. Matt arrived back at the cottage on Sunday lunchtime just in time to see Charlotte and Victoria helping Mrs Grant into the car with some difficulty. Charlotte kissed Victoria her farewell and slowly drove down the long driveway. Matt gave Victoria and inquisitive look looking for an explanation as to why Mrs Grant was struggling to get into the car. It was incredible, we tortured her for hours and we still didnt get to try out all the equipment in the correctional suite. There are also many items that give amazing pleasures, especially the clitoris suction machine Victoria took a long breath in before adding I dont think I will be able to cum for ages Victoria giggled before going back into the cottage. Students started to arrive early Monday morning for the start of the new term and were all greeted personally by the headmaster before heading off to their rooms. Any of the new younger students were directed to the new building and were told to wait in the reception lounge. The parents were instructed to leave immediately so there were no long goodbyes, even so a few girls were sobbing at the departure of their parents and were being consoled, surprisingly by Miss Blake. At the staff meeting Miss Blake had literally insisted that she would be the first to greet the girls and take the first few days lessons. The normally surly Miss Blake seemed warm and friendly towards the new girls, no doubt lulling them into a false sense of security. The uniforms for the new students was exactly the same as the older students, a formal white blouse, dark navy jacket, short navy tartan skirt with matching tie, white socks and flat black shoes. No makeup or strong fragrances, long hair was allowed but had to be tied back in school hours. All the teaching staff was anxious to meet the twelve new students but that would have to wait until lunchtime as they were all extremely busy with their own duties. Victoria had all the summer reports to review from all the parents. The parents were required to give a detailed account of behaviour and any specific incidents over the summer break that may need attention or additional punishments. After the initial introductions Miss Blake ushered her new students into the classroom to begin their initiation lesson. There was quite a mix of girls, the youngest was nine and the oldest eleven but soon to be twelve and moving up to the other part of Spalding Manor. Although the new facility was ultra modern the stools and desks were taken out of storage, they had been sitting unused since just after the war. The stools were hard and unforgiving for anyone sitting for any period of time and would certainly be very uncomfortable for anyone with a sore bottom. The desks were scratched and marked but the tops still opened to reveal old marks of ink and pencil, the lid closure showed evidence of years of cruel teachers placing little fingers in the lid and slamming it shut. Miss Blake hummed to herself as she handed out the Rules sheet. Firstly we will be carefully going over the rules, as any misunderstanding may have serious consequences for anyone not taking them seriously. Once we have done that I will be expecting you all to write a little about yourself, what you like, hobbies, favourite pets, fears and anything you would like us to know, it should be a fun day unless you dont do as you are told Miss Blake said to her class with a broad smile, not unlike any normal teacher may do. Im going to leave you for half an hour while I find out about lunchtime so please try to memorise as many rules as you can. When Miss Blake returned she was a little disappointed to see all the girls quietly studying the rules sheet. Well done everyone. I would like you to turn youre attention to rule number three..no masturbating Miss Blake said confidently. There were a few uneasy shuffles and one little snigger from a girl at the back of the class. Something funny Miss Blake said with a more serious tone in her voice. No Miss came the quiet shy reply from Wendy, a rather thin nine year old with olive skin and nearly black hair. Come here Miss Blake shouted, making all the girls jump. Wendy hesitantly stood and walked slowly to the front of the class. Do you know what masturbating is? Miss Blake asked the nervous girl. Yes I think so Wendy replied. Well what is it, Miss Blake sharply spat back. When you.touch yourself.you know..down there Wendy replied nervously as she turned bright red. And why is that funny? Miss Blake asked. ErmI dont know Wendy said as her eyes welled up. Miss Blake turned the girl round and told her to put her hands on the desk. Miss Blake gently pushed Wendy forward, raised her skirt and lowered her knickers to add yet more humiliation to the little girl. Miss Blake then proceeded to pick up her favourite yard stick and laid it gently on Wendys bottom before lifting the stick high over her head and bringing it back down with a vicious stroke. Poor Wendy was unable to scream initially as the stroke had completely taken her by surprise, Wendy took a deep breath in before she was able to make an ear shattering scream and simply fell to the floor in a heap. Miss Blake stood and watched all the terrified faces staring at Wendy rolling around on the floor screaming and shouting. The sound of Wendy and the looks on all the girls faces connected directly to her cunt that started to throb and pulse. Miss Blake sat at her desk, wedged the yard stick at the back of the desk and pulled herself onto it, impaling herself with a full twelve inches of the harsh wooden stick, it took all her concentration not to cry out but instead wiggled backwards and forwards until she climaxed silently as she observed the terrified faces still transfixed on Wendy quietly sobbing rubbing her sore bottom. The single stroke had raised an inch wide welt that had already started to bruise. Miss Blake had been told that any additional punishments other than normal classroom punishment would be carried out in the correctional suite, however Miss Blake was an old fashioned woman that didnt believe or like modern technology, she still struggled with every day items such as computers and TVs let alone something as complicated as the correctional suite and wanted nothing to do with it and therefore simply made a note of what students may require additional lessons in discipline. After their first day the new girls were sent to bed, the room was silent apart from the occasional outbreak of sobbing as some of the girls realised how their life may be at Spalding Manor. The next morning Matt was asked to review the previous nights CCTV for any unusual activity and report his findings to the Headmaster. To the naked eye the dormitory was in complete darkness but to the night vision cameras and heat sensors it could have been a bright sunny day and any event was captured in every detail. The heat sensors had picked up additional heat on the faces of several girls which indicated that they had been crying. Poor Wendy, still traumatised by the days events had wet the bed, the heat cameras had picked up on this, a fact supported by the maids changing the sheets in the morning. There was one last event that Matt reviewed carefully. The heat cameras had recorded a five minute surge in temperature when it appeared that a student had been masturbating. The CCTV camera clearly showed slight movement under the bedclothes within the same time period, this was conclusive evidence that showed Erika had been masturbating. Erika was of a Scandinavian heritage and although her family had been in the England for several generations Erika had inherited the natural blonde hair and extremely good looks. She was eleven years of age but due to the fact that she had older Sisters made her act and behave much older. It was her older Sisters that had introduced her to drinking, smoking and other activities such as masturbating. It was all these activities along with her petulant attitude, rudeness and general misbehaviour that had led her to be sent to Spalding Manor in the first place. Erika was used to being punished by her parents in an attempt to quell the misbehaviour. She had come accustomed to a sore bottom and therefore wasnt really concerned or worried about being sent to Spalding Manor. Matt duly reported his finding to the Headmaster. James raised his eyebrows when he was showed the evidence of bed wetting and masturbating on his computer screen. This is an excellent tool Matt, it will prove most useful and have a profound affect in the education of our new students James said extremely pleased as he once again observed the evidence of masturbating. Unfortunately you seem to be the only one proficient in using the equipment in the correctional suite at present so I would be grateful if you would give some training to some members of staff so that we could then filter down the skills required to everyone else. Miss Bloor teaches IT and would be an excellent choice to start with so perhaps you could give her a lesson while teaching Wendy the errors of wetting the bed James added in a serious tone and finished with a very slight wry smile. Matt took a huge gulp and shifted from foot to foot. He had been extremely nervous at the demonstration to the Governors but that would pale into insignificance at the thought of punishing a student, especially in the presence of Miss Bloor. Matt was completely taken with Miss Bloors beauty and could hardly say a word to her. Matt began to panic slightly until James could see the panicked look on Matts face and interrupted the silence. You would only need to help Miss Bloor with the equipment, you wouldnt need to get involved if you didnt want to, all you need to do is show her how to turn things on and off, she would be conducting the punishment James quickly said to Matt. Matt breathed a little easier but still very nervous of the prospect before confirming that he would help Miss Bloor. Excellent, I will speak to her and schedule it for one evening this week James said delighted before asking if he could observe the punishment via his computer. Yes you can see the cameras from youre PC but as yet I have only set up Mr & Mrs Evans to be able to view the cameras off site, I just have not had time yet to connect in the other Governors Matt replied. Thats fine Matt, I will inform Mr Evans of the event. Matt left wishing he had kept his mouth shut about the remote viewing of the cameras in the correctional suite, this added more pressure and further added to his growing nervousness. The following evening and after a brief meeting with Miss Bloor to discuss her rough idea of how she would like the events to unfold Matt made his way to the correctional suite to await the arrival of Wendy and Miss Bloor. The door opened and an already sobbing Wendy was pushed into the room closely followed by Miss Bloor. Now Wendyyou will be punished for wetting the bed and then Im going to show you how to control your bladder so you dont make the same mistake again, now lay on the table facing down Miss Bloor instructed before making her way over to Matt and giving him instructions of how she would like Wendy restrained. The table jumped into life, measured the occupant and fully restrained Wendy before bending in the middle to raise Wendys bottom to present a perfect target. While this was happening Mr & Mrs Evans had removed their clothes and were sitting watching the computer monitor. They had called in their youngest daughter, to their disappointment was now a fully grown woman but was still expected to service her parents on demand and was told to sit at their feet until given instructions. Miss Bloor selected an old, well used junior cane and tested it by swishing it in the air to add drama to the already terrified Wendy. You will not be required to count the strokes, merely to endure them Miss Bloor said to Wendy with a sadistic smile. Without warning there was a loud CRACK as the first stroke bit home, Matt jumped at the intensity of the sound and could not believe how hard and vicious the stroke had been. Wendy literally exploded into hysterical screaming but was completely immobile. The motors for the straps continually adjusted as Wendy fought to escape. Miss Bloor landed the second stroke a few moments later, just as hard as the first, all the while berating Wendy for wetting the bed. Wendys hysterical screaming only changed pitch slightly as each stinging cut of the cane bit down hard onto her already red sore bottom. After a dozen hard fast strokes Miss Bloor stopped to catch her breath and shake her arm. Wendys bottom had blistered and the skin was broken in several places so that blood was oozing Srom the worst of the strokes. Mr Evans wasnt watching his daughter as she deep throated his cock, nor did he notice his panting wife with her legs lewdly opened and his Daughters fist deep within his wife, he was transfixed on Wendys bottom, rarely had he seen such a harsh caning especially on one so young as Wendy. Mrs Evans rocked hard on the hand within her and came quickly to a wonderful orgasm. She could see her husband was also close so she pulled her Daughters hair to stop her making her Father cum. She wanted him to finish up his Daughters rectum like he had done hundreds of times in the past. Matt was like a rabbit in a cars headlights, unable to move or look away, transfixed on the scene in front of him. Miss Bloor had asked him to lower the table to the flat position several times before it registered, he then fumbled with the controls and again the motors jumped into action, this time however they could not be heard over the hysterical Wendy. After what seemed an eternity Wendys hysterics gradually calmed to a constant sob as Miss Bloor still continued to berate and humiliate her about wetting the bed. As she was doing so Miss Bloor was scratching urgently at her throbbing wet cunt and erupted into a little climax. Matt can you release the straps and Wendy turn over onto your back Miss Bloor instructed them both. Now secure just the arms and legs Matt, then bring the top of the table up slightly so Wendy can watch and open her legs as wide as you dare please Miss Bloor asked Matt politely. Matt carried out his instructions until Miss Bloor took the controller and asked which button controlled the opening of the legs. These are young supple girls, they can open much further Miss Bloor informed Matt as she held her finger on the button until Wendy started to panic as her legs were spread further than they had ever done. Miss Bloor sat on a stool between Wendys legs, lubricated her hands with oil and began to gently massage Wendys hairless pussy. Do you touch yourself?..do you know how to masturbate?..does this feel nice? Miss Bloor gently spoke to Wendy as she expertly massaged the young pussy. Nono I have never touched myself Wendy urgently replied starting to pant as Miss Bloors attentions was beginning to have the desired effect. Miss Bloors own sex was leaking profusely knowing she was the first person to ever touch this innocent young body. Her fingers were dancing across the virgin clitoris which emitted a little gasp from Wendy and then a little panicked squeal as she gently worked a finger into her cunt until it stopped at her hymen. This is going to hurt a bit Miss Bloor warned Wendy as her sharp nail broke through the thin barrier. Ouch..ouch Wendy gasped until the pain subsided and gradually started to feel quite nice as the finger probed a little deeper. Miss Bloor withdrew her blood coated finger and suddenly climaxed as she sucked her finger clean. Wendy was panting loudly now and shaking her head from side to side. Do you want some more? Miss Bloor sarcastically asked. After a very long pause Wendy said quietly Yes please Miss This is what good girls get Miss Bloor replied as she again began to massage the little clitoris in front of her at the same time gently inserting two fingers this time. She massaged the clitoris faster and faster and pulled her fingers in and out slightly more vigorously until Wendy closed her eyes and groaned as she had her first climax. Miss Bloor sat back and watched Wendy in the afterglow of her first orgasm. Mr Evans had his Daughter over his desk and was furiously pumping her arse with all his might as he watched Wendy have her first orgasm. Mrs Evans inserted four fingers into his rectum as he spent wonderfully deep within his Daughters arse. If youre a good girl you will get lots of these, but never ever masturbate on your own or you will truly know the meaning of punishment.do you understand? Yes Miss Wendy replied as the pain in her bottom returned with a vengeance after her first orgasm had completely subsided. Miss Bloor jumped up, clapped her hands and said with vigour Lets teach you some bladder control Matt was instructed to lower the table back down flat but keep Wendys legs apart. After a quite consultation Matt handed Miss Bloor a sticky pad six inches long and two inches wide with wires attached to one end. Miss Bloor placed the pad on Wendys lower abdomen. Matt then handed over a small metal device about the size of a thumb, again with wires attached which was inserted into Wendys vagina. Finally Matt gave Miss Bloor a remote control panel. This is what it feels like when you need to wee Miss Bloor informed Wendy as the sticky pad emitted voltage that contracted her tummy and abdomen muscles. Oooo.ohhh yes Miss Wendy quickly replied. Miss Bloor turned up the intensity This is what it feels like when you have tummy cramp OuchMmm.oh, that hurts Wendy desperately shouted. Miss Bloor then selected pulse and turned up the intensity once again. This time the pad pulsed every few seconds, constantly contracting and releasing Wendys abdomen muscles. The pulse was very low frequency, very much like a blow to the tummy rather than an electric shock. A second button was pressed and the small device inside Wendy jumped into life. It was a high frequency AC device that delivered a tingle, more like a conventional electric shock. This feels like the tingle when you are having a wee Miss Bloor said observing Wendys reaction closely. Wendy could only nod as the powerful contractions prevented her from speaking. Miss Bloor gradually turned up the device embedded in Wendys vagina until Wendy was unable to tell which sensation was the most unpleasant. Miss Bloor had inserted a much larger metal device into her own sopping wet cunt so she could feel the intensity of the electricity flowing through Wendys little pussy. It was connected to the same machine so that the sensations should be exactly the same. Miss Bloor had not turned her device on, when she did her knees bent and she nearly fell to the floor and needed to grab the table to steady herself. She was now quite breathless herself but managed to give Wendy her instructions. You must hold youre pee, this will train you to not wet the bed, if I think you let go too early we will start again. Miss Bloor once again sat on a stool between Wendys legs and prepared to gradually increase the intensity until Wendy lost control of her bladder. Mr Evans was now regretting spending so early as he watched the events unfold on the computer screen. It was Mrs Evans passion that was in its ascendancy, she had fitted her dildo harness and was watching the events above Mr Evans as she pumped a huge dildo into his rectum while roughly pulling at her husbands limp cock. The vibrating clit stimulator would surely bring her off if she could wait until the optimum moment. It was a rare event for her to be able to dominate her husband in such a way, he was hoping it would revive his limp cock but that would be unlikely as he had spent a huge load a few minutes earlier and therefore Mrs Evans would enjoy every second. Their Daughter was now allowed to watch the screen and again in a rare event was allowed to openly masturbate. Miss Bloor had reached a setting of twenty out of a possible one hundred and was finding it difficult to concentrate herself, she however did not have the powerful contractions on her abdomen unlike poor Wendy who had once again become hysterical. Ohnoplease..no.I need to peeOuch.oh.please make it stop Wendy almost incoherently shouted at Miss Bloor. When the level reached twenty seven there was a deep guttural moan from Wendy oh God was all she could get out before a huge stream of urine shot in the air, moments later the electrically charged liquid splattered onto her body causing a far more intensified agony. Some of the liquid splattered onto Miss Bloor who suddenly jumped back as the liquid unified both her and Wendy in one electrified circuit. Realising the pain Wendy must be in sent Miss Bloor over the edge and she erupted into a spontaneous massive orgasm, shaking and screaming obscenities as the metal device also caused her to urinate. There was shouting of euphoria as both women in the Evans household reached a crescendo as they watched the torturer climax and the tortured pass out. Matt quickly turned off the power to the unit, Wendy only passed out for a moment but Miss Bloor was laying in her own urine quivering and shaking for quite some time afterwards. She would not be able to insert anything into her deliciously sore cunt for a few days and she was sure Wendy would not be masturbating anytime soon.

SOPHIE CUNNINGHAM BY LITTLEWHITEPANTS Part 2 It has been 2 months since I last received a letter from Sophie's school, and I had dealt with her, she had had a sound spanking followed by a caning. She promised that she would be good and I would get no more letters but like all things it didn't last. Here I was this morning, minding my own business when the postman dropped me an unexpected letter. Straight away I new what it was, as it had the name of Sophie Cunningham on the envelope followed by the school name. I opened it and found that Sophie had been skipping lessons. This had resulted in her having an hour's detention today. Well unbeknown to her it was going to be longer to be a longer detention than she realised because I think that it is time I caught back up with her. So she has fallen back into her old ways since the last meeting we had had together. She needed to be taught another lesson. Knowing that she was now coming out of school an hour later than normal I waited for her in a secluded area. I got out my white van again, the one I put false plates on and waited for her. She was on her own, looking solemn with her head down. She was wearing her white school blouse, black school skirt, white ankle socks and black shoes. As Sophie approached the van I moved round so she could see me. She looked at me with surprise and fear. It all came flooding back to her brain, the pain and the horrible taste in her mouth having made her do that disgusting thing. She new what was about to happen. She had been busted. "Sophie Cunningham, you had better get yourself in the van" I told her. Shaking her head she started to move in the opposite direction, but it was no good as I was on her in a flash, placed a knife into her side, so she new I meant what I was saying. Reluctantly she moved with me towards the van. Once there I brought her hands forward and I placed a set of handcuffs on her wrists to stop her struggling to much. "You scream or try anything and you will be in much worse trouble" I warned. Slowly she made her way to the back of the van and as I opened the door she climbed in. Sophie started having a good look around to see if there was anyone out there to be able to help. I had planned it well, as I had picked a quite spot away form where the school, knowing that there wouldn't be anybody around. With her in the back I fastened her securely, tying her feet as I did not want her trying to escape whilst the van was moving. Tears were falling down her face as reality was dawning on her. She new what to expect from my last session. This time, she feared that the punishment was going to be worse. I had warned her and she failed, Sophie still remembering the taste after I had cum in her mouth. This was a surprise to her at the time. Totally unexpected, but this time she is going to be ready for it, not the salty taste but the shooting into her throat, causing her to chock. Having said this, it was 2 months since her last visit. Sophie tried to struggle out of her restraints as it all came back. She did not want a repeat. Again after driving around for about half an hour in circles mainly, I ended up down my dirt track to wards my house. As I approached I clicked a button and the garage doors opened automatically. I drove in and then shut them behind us. It was time to take Sophie to my favourite room. The punishment room I had so carefully designed for future occasions like this. Having got out of the van I opened the side door and started to undo the straps holding her in place. I decided that today I was going to still keep the handcuffs on. "Come on Sophie, you are back in this house again" I informed her. I took her left arm and guided her back into the punishment room. As we entered she started to shake. As if she new what was coming. There sat in the centre of the room was the punishment bench that only two months ago she was bent over and secured for a severe hiding. It also still had the straps in place with the cane and other implements hung on the wall. To the side was a chair, to her memory this was new and she wondered why it was here. "Do you remember me and your last visit?" I asked. With her head lowered she came out with a quite "yes." "Well you obviously learnt a lot didn't you?" I asked in a sarcastic way as I showed her the letter I had received. "You have had a detention today haven't you?" looking into her eyes I asked the question. "Yes, but I have paid for my missed lesson with the detention" she blurted out. "Well you go on believing that, because I am going to install some more discipline into you for being missing lessons. Your parents don't know about this latest incident do they?" I asked. "No and please don't tell them." "Don't worry I won't. Your little secret is safe with me, after all you will have received your punishment for being deceitful" I continued "You are still using my address, which is not a problem as I will cover for you but you will accept the consequences." "Thank you, but please don't hit me to hard" it was as if she had worked out that a hiding from me would be much better than her parents finding out. "you were warned last time when you left what would happen if I got another letter and it is because of this I must continue your punishment." Whilst I was saying this I had moved and locked the door to stop her from running. Not that she had anywhere to run. "How long has it been since I saw you last? 2 months" I asked. "Something like that" was the answer she gave. "Well young Sophie, how old are you now?" I asked as last time she said she was just short of her birthday . "I'm now 12 so you can't punish me. I'm too old." "You carry on believing that, and your bottom will find out differently. You new what would happen if I had to see you again, so let me tell you! You are not too old and believe me; I am going to give you a sound spanking followed by a dose of the cane. Depending on how you take your punishment will depend on whether you feel the riding crop or not. There is no where to go until it is over. DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR" I shouted at her. "Yes." "Have you been with a boy since are last visit Sophie?" She shakes her head, which I took to mean no. She started to cry, looking at me with pleading eyes, hoping that I would change my mind. That was not going to happen. I wanted to hear her cry and scream as the cane hit her bottom. She had been naughty and again tried to deceit her parents. At first it might have been a good idea until she met me, but after the last time I thought she would have changed the address. This is unless she thought it was better to be punished by me than her parents finding out. I wonder what they would do? Knowing what I would do why keep my address on her school register. I don't mind, Sophie knows the consequences of doing badly at school and using my address to direct her mail and if that is what she wants who am I to disagree. "We are going to start your punishment, and you can do it in one of two ways. The easy way: which is do as I say or the hard way: where I will force you to do what I want and your punishment will be a lot worse. The choice is yours." "I will do what you want. Please don't hurt me too hard" knowing that from the last time I was true to my word. Still staring at the punishment desk, I moved to the chair and as I did I beckoned for her move towards me. Standing to my side, I decided it was time to explain what she had done. "Sophie, I have brought you her to teach you a lesson. Last time when you left I told you what would happen if I brought you here again. You missed a whole lesson. This I find unacceptable in your education" I started on "as a result you must feel some pain in your bottom to teach you a lesson". "I feel this is much to serious to go unpunished." During my talk to her, she had her head low and tears formed in her eyes. She was moving from foot to foot as I continued to talk to her. "I don't mind the fact that you use my address for your school letters but you must also accept the consequences for your parents not knowing" I sat down on the chair and beckoned for Sophie to go to my right side, as she did I grab her right arm and pulled her forward, this caused her to bend over my lap. Sophie felt tears beginning to form. I reached out and gently pulled her over my lap. Sophie's anxiety heightened, remembering the last time she was in this position. The memory of the pain came flooding back. I held her in place with my legs and my left arm wrapped around her waist. Her hands still handcuffed were trapped under her body and across my lap. I reached down and taking the hem of her skirt I pulled it up. All the way up her back to her reveal a pair of snug fitting white pants. She lay there feeling the cold air on her bare legs and up to her bottom, she realised this was the last chance she had to try and get out of the forth coming punishment. I started to explain why she was getting spanked. The main reason was because she had missed a lesson in school. I know I was repeating myself to her but she needed to know that I did not approve of her missing valuable school time. "Oh, please, please," Sophie started to plead, "please don't spank me! I'm too old! I'll never do anything like this again, I promise, just please don't spank me!" I rubbed my hand over her panty clad bottom, feeling the soft material, knowing that any second I would be raising my hand bringing it down over her pants any second. The feeling I got was one of soft smooth adorable sensation. It felt wonderful to the touch which started to have a reaction to my male side. " No no no no...please.........pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease...." She was panicking and pleading. And this is before I had even given one smack. I raise my hand and brought it down with some force across both of her bum cheeks. SMACK "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" escaped from her mouth. SMACK SMACK two followed in quick succession. "aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAaa" came another surprised response from Sophie. I started to set my self into a rhythm. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "OwwOwwww " she wails as my hand descended on her bottom. She was wriggling her bottom from side to side to try and get away from my hand. But it was not going to happen. Her wriggling was starting to have an even bigger affect on me. Well what do you expect, a pretty looking 12year old draped over your lap with her pants on display moving around on your penis. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK She cried and kicked her legs the best she could with them trapped under mine. The spanking just kept on. I had just started to warm up.. I in creased the force behind the smacks to start to make sure that she felt them. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "Ooooohhh.... ...aaaaaahhhhhh.... no, please... stop" she paused between cries "I can't take anymore, it hurts too much." Looking at her bottom I could tell why she wanted me to stop as it was turning a lovely shade of red, yes it was changing colour nicely, with a very warm feeling raising from her. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, it hurts soooo much." SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "Ahhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh, my bum............Jesus...ahhhhhhh." Sophie screamed "please nooo more." It was time to go to the next level. I released Sophie and pushed her to her feet. Her skirt fell back down; with her hands still cuffed I reached behind her and undid the button to the top of her skirt. I grabbed the zip and slowly and deliberately pulled it down. Sophie new what was happening and once the zip was down I let go and this allowed her skirt to fall to the ground. Here she was stool with hands secured in front of her, skirt around her ankles in a pair of fresh white bikini pants. As she stood there I could see the outline of her pussy. I thought well it is about time I have a look at you so I reach out and grab the waist band of Sophie's pants and slowly started to yank them down. "Pleeeaaassse doon't, not on the baaarrrreeee" she cried as she felt her last bit of protection gradually getting lowered. The air whipped around her private region as I continued to lower her pants to her knees leaving her standing their bare from the waist down. Sophie tries to cover between her legs, but found it hard with her hands secured together. I get a good look at her still bald virginal slit. Tears are streaming down her face from the embarrassment of standing there almost naked in front of me knowing I was looking at her privates, as well as having had a spanking. Sophie is bent back over my lap before she had time to realize what was happening and again I held her in position. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK The spanks started to rain down on Sophie's bare bottom first one cheek then the other. My hand stings her tender bottom, this is so much worse without her protection. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Sophie is trying to kick her legs frantically as her bottom is heating up and getting really sore. Her skirt and pants have worked their way down her legs and are now bunched around her ankles. "OH GOD..OH PLEASE STOP...IT HURTS..." tears falling from her eyes as she still tries to shift from my lap. "I can't take any more." I answered her with yet more smacks. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK She cried and kicked her legs but the spanking just kept coming. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK The skirt and pants went flying off her feet as her kicking becomes more intense, and her wriggling from side to side was getting worse on my lap. This was not good as the natural effect it is having on me. I was going rock hard and I started to prod into her belly. She could feel the protrusion into her and tried to move away from it, but it did not work. Her wriggling around just made me harder. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "AAAHAAAH!! oh, not so hard. .Pleeeaseee" Sophie begged. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Sophie cried like a little girl. She was bawling like a little baby . I felt that it was time to stop the spanking; I let her up off my lap and pushed her away. I stood up and guided Sophie towards the punishment bench. As she approached the side of it, I bent down and secured her ankles to the legs of the bench. The way that I had designed the bench legs it meant that her ankles were spread wide apart. I stood up and pushed her forward and she had no choice but to bend over. I grabbed the handcuffs and pulled her arms from under her and over the other end of the bench. I then secured her in place. She had been here before and had an idea what was coming. Here we have a virgin, 12 year old girl bent over a bench with her legs stretched apart. On full view to me was her sweet bald vagina that in a while's time was going to feel my cock in it. It was about time she was penetrated. This is going to be a punishment that she will never forget. I could also see the extent of the sound spanking she had just received. I reached out and touched her bottom and I could feel the heat from it. I had done a good job with the spanking, as I looked also it plain the she had turned a lovely deep crimson colour. I went to the wall and grabbed the cane making sure Sophie could see what I was doing. This caused her to try her hardest to get out of the restraints and start screaming. I was having none of it. "It is about time we go to the next level of your punishment, that was a warm up and I feel you need to be taught a further lesson for missing school" I started. "I'm so sorry, please don't cane me, I have just had my punishment from you" she pleaded but it had fallen on death ears as I wanted to cane the girl for missing her lessons. "So you feel you have had enough punishment then do you Sophie? Well let me show you my answer" to informed the bound girl. THWACK I brought the cane down across both of her bum cheeks. "OWAAAAAAAAH" she screamed as the cane made contact on with her bottom. You could tell that it hurt. I left a lovely raised strip across both of her cheeks. It was as if someone had set fire to her. Swisssssshhhh the cane whistle through the air for a second time and landed with a loud crack as it made another mark on her already sore red bottom. "YYYYEEEEEEEE AAAAAHHHOOO OOWWWWWWW" another scream left her mouth. "Perhaps this will teach you not to miss lessons." "I'm sorry I won't miss any more, please stop." Crrraaaaaccccckkkkkkkk another one descended. "AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE! OW! OOOH! NO More Please" she was crying her eyes out as the cane hit her bottom for the third time, the pain was just unbearable but she was not in a position to do anything about other than scream. THWACK I brought the cane down across her upper thighs, she tried to kick and squirm away but the restraints just held her in place. "Owieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! " came another scream as tears were flooding from her eyes. Her bottom was so sore and raised with welts from her caning. She new it was not over and more was on her way. "I'm s-sorrrryyyyyyyy, Pleaseeee no moreee, OOWWW...it stings...oh please I'll be good honest" she was pleading. WHACK "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH OWWW!" she screamed " I beg you! not SO HARD, please please! OOOOOOHH!! "She pleaded. I thought it was time to go to town and answer her plea; so I brought six down in quick succession to her sweet little ass. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK "Wahhhhhhhhhhhh, owieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, ahhhhhhhhhhh, oh it huuurts! PLEASE! PPLEEEASE! The pain! It's unbearable, I'll do anything but NO MORE of the cane" she was balling like a little baby. One more to come down before I change tactics. WHHAAACK! This was the hardest yet and left a lovely deep red welt across her already welted bottom. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH" came yet another ear piecing scream "It hurts so badly" she continued to cry "Ohhhhhhhh... oooohhhh.. ahhhhhhhhhhhh." For the time being I had decided that she had had enough of her punishment. It was time to move onto other things. Staying behind her so she could not see me I took off my trouser bottoms and pants allowing my cock to spring free. This allowed my full erection to point outwards. I took hold of it in my right hand and moved to the front of Sophie. Looking up through her tear stained eyes she could see what I was about to do. She closed her eyes, hoping I would go away, trying to block me out but that was not going to happen. I moved even closer so I was now only about an inch or so away from her mouth. She got a smell of my meat. She could feel the heat as I went in for the kill. Sophie closed her eyes tightly shut as she felt the engorged head of my manhood pressing against her tiny lips. She didn't want that thing in her mouth again. She remembered last time. "Now open your mouth" I told her as tears streamed down her face. Sophie did as she was told and laid there with her mouth open waiting for what she now knew to be the inevitable. I enjoyed the warm breath that she blew across tip of my cock but then I slowly moved forward and she felt the head of my cock start to slip inside her warm moist mouth. She cried and tried to pull away, but I placed a hand on her head to hold her still. Slowly my thick shaft penetrated her young lips, this for the second time in 2 months. Her mouth started aching as it was being stretched as wide as it could go, the swollen head of my cock started pressing hard towards her throat. She closed her mouth and started to suck, remembering from last time. As she continued I started to leak precum inside her, which Sophie had no choice but to swallow. The liquid tasted slightly bitter and salty but was not as bad as she had remembered. I held Sophie's head as I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth until I felt the back of her mouth against my cock. Holding my cock there, I could feel her mouth trying to make an effort to expel it. She didn't want that horrible fluid it there again. But all I did was slightly move back so I would not cause her to gag. I then started to fuck her mouth. Gently at first and then with more force as I thrust back and forth fucking that tiny mouth, I was stretching her lips to their limit, her mouth felt full and so warm, that from the sensation I was getting I could tell this wouldn't take long and she was going to get yet another mouth full. Instinctively Sophie's tongue licked my shaft as she sucked me like a lollypop just like the last time, she was here. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer as I felt my cum begin its journey from my balls to wards Sophie's mouth. My cock twitched and an enormous load of hot,slimy sperm started to fill her young mouth. As she felt the warm and salty semen begin to fill her mouth, she started to cough. Instinctively she started to try and swallow as she knew more was on its way. A second and third jet hit her palate before she had time to swallow much. Sperm dribbled out from the corners of her mouth and slid down her chin as yet another spurt filled her already full mouth. As her mouth filled she found breathing became harder and harder, she continues to swallow until her stomach felt sick, and her throat was coated with salty cum. She swallows it all and I pull back, so that the tip is just out of her mouth and a final jet squirts onto the lips of her mouth, to go with the already dribbled cum that had leaked out. I then shove my cock back into her mouth and order her to suck me clean. Reluctantly she obeys. After what seem like an eternity I decided that I need to finish of her punishment. She had taken it so well and done a great job on my cock, but I felt I need to try out my new riding crop on her bottom. I went to the side of the room and retrieved the crop from where I had hidden it. Didn't want to frighten her at the beginning. I like surprises. Still out of sight I moved back to the side of her and raised the riding crop up high. WHOOSH. It came down with some force and enveloped the softness of her bottom beautifully. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH... GODDAMNTIT... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH..... OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW" she was screaming, having just cum in her mouth I had descended with an unexpected stroke of the riding crop. She thought that the pain was over but never imagined anything as bad as this. The ridding crop was certainly going to hurt more than anything she had experienced. She was going to get some pain, not just where she thought it was going to be on her backside. SWHOOSH a second landed across both buttocks. She yelled in pain "AAAHHHH... NOOOO... AAAAHHHH... PLEASE... DON'T... AAAAAAHHHH... STOP PLEASE" she cried again and again I was not listening as she had a few more to come. THWACCKK I brought down a really hard stroke. This had caused a well raised welt on her bottom. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH" she was crying loudly again and this time inconsolable. When was it going to end she wondered as the pain was unbearable. Swish! WHACK OWWWWWWWEEEEEEEE! As a fourth landed. "Two more to go and that will be enough for now with your punishment" I told her. WHACK "Waaaaaa! Owwwwww!" she shrilled. Swish! WHACK this was the last one I had given her and had to be one of the hardest yet. "Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuch! Owwwwwwww! Aiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed as she moved her bottom from side to side. I stood back and looked at the work I had done to Sophie; her bottom ablaze with heat and 18 well raised welts, some red, some starting to turn a deep purple.It was also a deep crimson. I stood back to get a good view of her bottom and to take it all in. I could see all she had to offer. With the position that she was in and with the way I had designed for her legs to be spread, I had a wonderful view of her bald pussy lips. This time I thought to my self, I was going in. I moved away to gather myself and to have a drink, this I felt would give her time for her bottom to ease. I came back after about 20 minutes with her still sniffling from her sound hiding I had given her. I was time to taste the honey pot. I placed a hand on her bottom and the heat was incredible, I moved it around in small circle at first and then getting bigger. I occasionally ran my finger along the bum crack and then down her legs. Sophie was starting to respond, as I brought my hand back up her legs and along slit up to her bottom. I started to work my fingers up and along her bum cheeks searching for the little honey pot I was after. I continued to slide my fingers down letting them continue their search; I felt the tips of my fingers move over the soft puffy flesh of Sophie's cunt lips. "Ohhhhhhhh..." A slight groan came from Sophie which confirmed I had hit the honey pot. As I pressed down and felt my probing finger bury itself in the welcoming dewy moistness of Sophie's virgin slit. On my return I had brought with me a tube of K-Y jelly which I put a large dollop on my fingers. I continued to rub up and down her cunt lips. With a well lubricated slit and finger I started to work my way for gold. I gently insert the tip of my finger in the mouth of her vagina. Her pussy is tight as I slowly insert my finger deeper. It went in easy as it was well lubed, not just from the K-Y but also her own juices were working over time. I push gently and withdraw. Push and withdraw in a little rhythm. Her body reacts to the pleasurable intrusion. Sophie's sex was stimulated whether she wanted my fingers there or not. I was arousing her and so I pressed a finger deeper into her wet, tight hole and started to vigorously finger fuck her tight little pussy, making sure not to break through her hymen. That was for the pleasure of my cock. "Aaaaahhhhhh, What's Happeninggggg? Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as she arched her back and pressed her little pussy willingly up against my intruding finger. She had had a first proper orgasm. The orgasm ripped through her young body like an earthquake. She was thrashing about wildly against her restraints, moaning and grunting. Her hips pumped frantically up and down against my finger as her cum juices began flowing from her tiny hairless slit. After several minutes of her orgasm Sophie collapsed. She was completely exhausted and laid their lewdly with her legs trying to catch her breath. She had never had a feeling like this before in her entire life. It was wonderful. I gave her a few minutes to recover before I moved behind her, grabbing my cock. I had become rock hard again and placed a very large glob of K-Y on the end and I coated it so It wouyld not hurt me to much as I entered her. It was time to remove her sacred prize position, I wanted her virginity this time, and I was just going to take it. Holding the base of my cock with one hand, I placed the head of my cock against her slit. I rubbed the head up and down Sophie's gorgeous, never before fucked pussy. I kept rubbing it back and forth and then I began to apply pressure inwards as I rubbed. Sophie started to respond again to the sensation she was having in her vagina. As I pushed slowly, the skin around her little hole began to part. I loved the view I was getting of Sophie's cunt as my hard dick forced the lips apart and stretched her virgin tissues. I looked down to see my dick penetrating the virgin pussy and then I caught a glimpse of the pain on her face. Sophie gasped as she felt the intrusion as I started to stretch her apart. Being a virgin she is incredibly tight. I knew she was small and I knew it was going to hurt when I pushed, even though I had used some k-y jelly to help lubricate her. 'No! Please, please, please, don't" Sophie screamed as I started to drive forwards pushing my cock towards her immature virginity. The was nothing she could do, and certainly couldn't get away from me. I got the head of my cock just inside her, where I pulled out and re launched back in. I watched with intense, erotic pleasure, as the head of my cock began to disappear inside her body. "Take it out. Ooooh god...please...it hurts...please take it out." Sophie cried out as she realized what I had done. I continued to push my cock in a little bit at a time until I was only about one and half inches in. I had hit her maiden head. I pulled back slightly and with a fresh thrust the head of my cock suddenly popped through the tight ring of the Sophie's hymen. It had only taken one vigorous movement and I had deflowers her. Sophie was sobbing hysterically now as she felt that she was being torn apart, along with a burning sensation from the tearing. A man was inside her body. A man was fucking her, sliding his cock in and out of her. It was all over, she was no longer a virgin. I pulled back slightly and lunged again and this time she screamed when I managed to impales her with more of my adult cock. I continued to push deeper into Sophie's hot pussy. The feeling I got was like it was caught in a tight vice but I pushed until I was fully embedded in her. The burning sensation Sophie had felt gave way to a feeling of being stuffed and she held her breath, wondering what was to come. I was aroused with this new sensation I was having of little girl pussy, wrapped so tightly around my hard cock. I began to move myself in and out, with my shaft swelling even more as my excitement built with the massaging of her tight passageway. I started fucking the tight little pussy in earnest as I continued to rock back and forth. I knew I could last a little while as I had not long ago cum in her mouth. This was going to be time for her to start enjoying it as well. From behind the helpless bound girl, I continued to pound my cock in her body with all the weight and fury of my much larger adult body. At first all she was doing was crying, but that suddenly changed as Sophie began to moan and gasp. "Oh God," she panted. Sophie looked so small under me as she started responding to me. She started pumping her hips back and forth in time to my rhythm. She didn't like herself for having this feeling but her little body naturally responded to the pleasure her cunt was getting. I was pumping her for quite a while and Sophie responded well. It was getting time and Sophie knew I was about to cum as she felt my penis starting to swell inside her. This she remembered from just before I had cum in her mouth. Somehow this had her excited, even though she did not want me to cum in her she was caught up in her own pleasure. Sophie began to shudder and shake as a second orgasm swept through her body. The walls of her tight pussy contracted violently as I pushed my cock deep back into her as a gush of semen shot up the length of my cock and flooded the walls of the young Sophie's tender womb. A powerful second jerked as my penis gave it another spurt into this virginal womb. She felt a flush of heat as my seed burst into her. Sophie's pussy gripped my cock even tighter as her orgasm continued to rip through her body this then made me shot another load inside her. I started roaring from pleasure with every spasm as I felt my sperm filling her insides. I could feel the pressure in her pussy build until finally the tight suction seal that held my cock in place gave way and a large glob of goo trickled out and dripped down onto her thighs. She felt it too, although she wasn't quite sure what it was. She could only think that it was something bad, as she wondered if I had just weed in her. She just sobbed quietly, as she laid there completely exhausted from having cum twice in a short time. As reality started to sink in, she felt stupid for thinking I had peed in her when she realized it was my cum. This frightened her as she started to imagine I had got her pregnant. It would take a matter of time for her know I had not pregnant as she had not yet had a period. To make sure I had already purchased a morning after pill and when I give her a drink I will mix it in there so she won't be having my baby yet. I thought that it was about time that I released her. Having untied the ankle straps, I released the handcuffs. She stood up and looked at me, not worrying anymore about her modesty as she came into my arms, and wrapped hers around my neck. I bent down and kissed her on her lips which she responded to with great enthusiasm. She pressed her little mouth against my lips, and being bald I started to probe with my tongue. She parted her lips and I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth. I found her little tongue and we explored each others mouth for about five minutes. I could taste what appeared to be residue of my cum in her mouth but that did not worry me as I was involved in a loving kiss. This was a surprise to me as not long ago I had given her a hiding of her life and then taken her virginity. The kiss lasted about five minutes as she was getting new feelings and didn't want to break away. I did as her punishment was over. "Look, if you want to continue to use this address for your bad school letters, then that is fine. You must know what the consequences will be. Any more and I will do the same is that understood?" She nodded. "As far as I am concerned, it is the end of the matter and your parents will never know" I told her. She had a glint in her eyes as if she was about to start crying again. But didn't. "Thank you for keeping it to yourself, I will try to be good but I just can't help myself sometimes and I feel I will be seeing you again" Sophie started to speak "I don't like the canings but it did give me a funny feeling today" I wasn't surprised as she had been fingered and had a cock stuffed in her with her having 2 orgasms. A totally new experience for her. "It is getting late and I think it is about time you got yourself dressed" I suggested. And she very slowly pulled her pants up over her very sore bottom. Followed by putting her skirt back on. "I'm glad I don't have school for a week or everyone will see my bottom" I led her to the Van and suggested that she got in, but instead she moved round to me and gave me a hug. As we hugged she planted a loving kiss on my lips. "That is for you to savior until next time" she informed me. This told me that she wanted some more, more of what I had to wait and see. I took her a place she wanted and let her out of the van, carefully she walked down the street and I left her cringing with each step. I went back to my house to look at the video I had made of Sophie's last visit. If only she knew.

SISTERS BY T-LUV The months of preparation were about to pay off. The last light inside the house had been turned off. But Greg still waited. He'd been waiting for more than a year; there was no sense in blowing everything now by not waiting one more hour. He patted the satchel that sat beside him on the seat, reassuring himself that he hadn't forgotten to bring anything. Inside the house were his unsuspecting victims. Three sisters. He'd found them more than a year earlier, when he was working as a home security consultant, installing the alarm system in their house. He had been obsessed with them ever since, and had spent much time and money researching them, learning everything he could. The oldest girl, Ayla, and the middle one, Tammy, shared the same parents. But their father was a drunk who abandoned the family shortly after Tammy's birth. The youngest, Stefani, was the product of the mother's tryst with a stranger while vacationing in Spain two years later. The mother and two fathers managed to create three beautiful girls. They were spaced about three years apart, and were now aged nineteen, sixteen and thirteen. Almost as a bonus, they were blonde, brunette and redhead, respectively. They were also alone. A year and a half ago, their mother was killed in a car wreck. Unable (and unwilling) to locate Ayla's and Tammy's father, and having no close relatives able to take them in, they had successfully petitioned the courts to grant Ayla, at age eighteen, guardianship of her two younger sisters. Since then Ayla had been working full time and going to college at night. Between her paychecks and her sister's Social Security benefits, along with a modest inheritance and insurance settlement, they were able to provide for themselves adequately. Greg's observations had shown him something of the character of the sisters. Ayla had a fairly well-paying job, considering her age and experience. A friend of her mother had taken her under his wing after the tragedy and given her a position as a receptionist with his company. The job was flexible enough to let her concentrate on her college studies, and she was managing to maintain a high "C" average. Ayla had hopes of going into the college's nursing program. Between work and school, Ayla had little time for a social life and didn't seem to be romantically involved with anyone. Not seriously, anyway. From what he'd seen of her infrequent dates though, Greg suspected she might be either a lesbian, or bisexual. Tammy, on the other hand, seemed to have a very active social life. Through a friend's teenage son, who happened to be in the tenth grade with Tammy, Greg had learned that Tammy had several "boyfriends", none of whom she dated exclusively. She was a cheerleader, and had something of a reputation as a slut. There was speculation that she had slept with most of the varsity basketball team, and a good part of the football team, though Greg sensed that his contact may have been exaggerating her "easyness" because she had turned him down when he asked her out. The fact that she had received an "A" in math last semester had raised a few eyebrows as well, considering her otherwise low "C" average. She insisted it was because of the extra "tutoring" she'd gotten from her teacher, Mr. Ballder. Tammy was also known to be something of a bitch. Then there was young Stefani. Having a different father than her sisters meant she looked a bit different. She had brown eyes to their blue. She was shorter and curvier while her sisters were taller and more slender. Stefani looked as though she might eventually end up with larger breasts than either of her older sisters. Greg knew the least about Stefani, mainly because it was hard to observe her at the junior high school. Being noticed watching the girls there would raise suspicion, which he certainly didn't need. So he'd had to settle for watching her walk home from school, and occasionally observing her at the mall. She didn't seem to have many friends, and at age thirteen didn't date. Stefani always walked with her head down, as if she hoped nobody would notice her. Her baggy, all black clothes mostly hid her figure, but Greg had managed to be at the public swimming pool one day when the sisters had been there, and had enjoyed studying young Stefani's blossoming body in her modest one-piece swimsuit. At eleven o'clock, heart pounding with anticipation, Greg quietly got out of his car. Satchel in hand, he approached the girl's house. Before doing anything else, he took the remote control from his satchel and silently deactivated the security system he'd personally installed last year. Then, hiding behind the bushes beside the house (bushes that he had conveniently neglected to point out as a security hazard) he crept to the window that he knew belonged to young Stefani's bedroom. From his bag he took an electronic listening device. Donning headphones he pressed a suction cup microphone to the glass and listened carefully. Stefani's slow, steady breathing told him that the girl was asleep. Good. The same procedure at two more windows confirmed that the older sisters were likewise slumbering. He returned to Stefani's window. It was a simple matter to get the window open, especially since the red-haired youngster had foolishly left the latch undone. Greg reached inside and quietly placed his bag atop the chest of drawers beside the window. Then, taking pains to be silent, he gently eased his body through the window. Inside, he stood stock still and listened for anything that might indicate he'd been heard. Nothing. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he was able to locate the girl's boombox, positioned conveniently next to her bed. He checked the CD that was in the player. Marilyn Manson. Perfect. He looked at the sleeping teenager. She was on her back, just as he'd hoped. That position would make things much easier. Taking his satchel from the chest of drawers, Greg opened it and selected three items: a large, scary-looking knife, a ball gag, and a short length of rope. Standing up, he took a deep breath and let it back out, slowly. This was it. No turning back now. With the gag and rope in one hand and the knife stuck in his belt, Greg leaned over the sleeping girl. Moving quickly, he simultaneously pressed one hand to Stefani's chest and his mouth to hers. As expected, she woke with a start. It took a second for her to realize she wasn't alone. Her scream was effectively muffled by Greg's mouth covering hers. He kept his mouth locked to hers, while his hand on her chest held her down until she finally stopped struggling. He could feel her heart pounding rapidly. She was breathing quickly, but through her nose because her mouth was covered. When she finally stilled, Greg carefully replaced his mouth with his hand, which he kept clamped in place while he climbed on top of the girl. She was still under the covers, so Greg's knees served to tighten them over her. Only her head was exposed. "Okay," Greg whispered, "I'm going to uncover your mouth for a moment. I don't want you to scream. I don't want you to make any noise. Promise me you won't scream." The girl nodded frantically, terror in her eyes. "Good girl. Remember your promise." He moved his hand a fraction of an inch, and the girl was good for her word and didn't scream. She whispered when her mouth was free. "Please, mister, don't hurt me! I'm only thirteen! Don't hurt me!" A few tears welled at the corners of Stefani's eyes. "I know you're only thirteen," Greg whispered back. "That's why I like you." He saw a flicker in the girl's eyes when he said that. "Y-you like me?" Stefani whispered back, looking right into Greg's eyes. "Yes, I like you very much. Now, I need you to do what I say, okay?" The young girl nodded. "Good. I need to put this in your mouth and fasten the straps behind your head." Greg held up the ball gag. "So open your mouth wide for me." The girl obeyed, and was still as the ball was placed into her mouth and the straps were buckled at the back of her head. "Now, I want you to hold your wrists out to me." Greg lifted himself up off the girl, enough that she could get her arms free and raise them up to him. When she did, he tied them together with the rope. "There. I'm going to get off of you now. I want you to keep still." Carefully, he climbed back off the bed. Next he pulled the covers off of the trembling, frightened girl. Her nightclothes consisted of a thin tank top and white panties. The shirt clung to her small breasts, and her fear-hardened nipples were clearly visible. She looked so sexy lying there that Greg was tempted to take her right then. But it wasn't time. Greg helped her into a sitting position and then sat beside her. They were both facing the bedroom door. "So, you like Marilyn Manson?" he asked her. She nodded. "Do your sisters like him?" Stefani shook her head vigorously. "They probably like those boy bands, don't they?" The girl rolled her eyes and nodded. Greg decided that she was taking her situation surprisingly well. "Well, since they don't like your favorite singer, I wonder what will happen when I do this!" Greg reached for the boombox and turned the volume knob all the way up. Then he hit the 'play' button. Only a few seconds after the raucous heavy metal started blasting from the speakers, the bedroom door flew open. As Greg had expected, it was Tammy who had come to deal with the noise, since her bedroom was right next to Stefani's. She was already yelling before she turned on the light. "Dammit, Stef! Turn that shit off..." her voice trailed off when the lights came on and she saw a strange man holding a knife to the throat of her little sister. "Omigod! Stef..." She looked with panic at Greg. "She's only thirteen!" "Yes, yes, I know she's thirteen!" Greg responded, turning the loud music off. "And you're sixteen. Now, instead of standing there looking stupid, how about calling your nineteen-year-old sister in here. We're going to have a little party." There was a mocking tone to Greg's voice. When Tammy didn't obey his order immediately, but instead stood there staring at the two of them, he pressed the knife harder against Stefani's throat. The knife was actually just a prop, dull as a spoon, but Tammy didn't need to know that. "Call her!" "Ayla?" Tammy called down the hallway. "Ayla, you'd better come in here! Hurry!" Judging by the speed with which the blonde sister arrived, she must have been already on her way. "What's going on in here..." Ayla stopped abruptly, obviously very groggy, but suddenly awake once she realized what was happening. Greg could see her trying to fight down her own panic. She looked at him, then at her youngest sister. "Has he hurt you, Stef?" When Stefani shook her head, Ayla looked at Greg, fire in her eyes. "You bastard! You'd better not have hurt her! She's only thirteen!" Greg rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm glad we all agree that this cute little girl is thirteen! Since we all agree on that, perhaps the two of you," Greg motioned to the girls at the doorway, "will agree that you need to take off your clothes." They just stared at him with horrified expressions on their faces. "I said, take off your clothes! All of them!" He emphasized his command by making a cutting motion with the knife across Stefani's throat. And he was sure he heard a muffled giggle from her. "You first, blondie!" Ayla's night clothes consisted of a blue and orange striped shirt and matching panty. Never taking her eyes off Greg and her sister, she pulled the shirt off. Her bare breasts were now fully exposed. Greg's mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, perfect, round c-cups with their small, pink nipples. Ayla's face wore a look of pure hatred as she next lowered her panties to the floor and stood there naked. Greg smiled at her shaved pubes. At Greg's order, she turned around slowly to show him her firm, round butt. Satisfied, Greg nodded at Tammy. "Your turn." Tammy stared defiantly at him. She was wearing a long, sheer black nightgown, so Greg had already had a good view of her breasts. But as she dropped the gown to the floor Greg was able to admire her twin globes better. Tammy's tits were smaller than Ayla's, but her nipples were bigger. When her panties came off Greg saw that her dark patch of pubic hair was neatly trimmed, as if for a bikini, but Tammy's skin was so uniformly pale that Greg doubted she spent much time in the sun. Her ass was rounder than Ayla's. With the two older girls now naked, Greg stood up and helped Stefani to her feet. "Now, let's all go downstairs to the basement. Lead the way, Ayla." The basement was windowless, so there would be no telltale shadows visible to neighbors and passersby. The below-ground basement would also reduce the amount of noise that might alert outsiders that something was wrong in the house. Greg remembered that the basement was furnished, and hoped it still contained the same stuff that he remembered. Satchel in one hand and Stefani's arm in the other, he followed Ayla and Tammy to the basement stairs. Before they descended he said to them, "When you get to the bottom, just stand there. I want you to stay right where I can see you." Once Ayla and Tammy were at the bottom of the stairs Greg and Stefani followed. He then ordered the older girls to the opposite side of the room. Looking around, he saw that the room was still arranged just as he remembered it. Beside him was a small bar, though it was not stocked with alcohol due to the ages of the girls. There were three barstools. In the center of the room was a pooltable. At the other side of the room, where the two sisters stood, looking very scared, was a sofa. The room also contained a love seat, a recliner, and a couple more stuffed chairs. Best of all, there was a heavy wooden post near one wall, and an exposed beam across the ceiling. "You two, sit down!" Greg motioned to the sofa and Ayla and Tammy quickly sat down. He guided Stefani onto the love seat and then sat beside her. He whispered into her ear, "Are you a virgin?" She nodded. "Good. That's another reason I like you." He noticed she gave him the same wide-eyed look that she'd given him the last time he told her he liked her. He wondered if she really believed him. "Now, I'm going to take this gag off you, okay? But I want you to stay quiet." He unbuckled the straps and took the gag out of the girl's mouth. She was quiet, but worked her mouth a few times to get rid of the stiffness in her jaw. Then she closed her mouth and sat quietly with her tied hands in front of her. "Good girl," Greg told her. Reaching into his bag, Greg took out a hammer and a foot long nail. He walked to the wooden post and drove the nail into it, higher than his own head, at a forty-five degree angle. He left about six inches protruding from the post. Returning the hammer to the bag, he pointed to Ayla. "Hold out your wrists." With another short bit of rope he tied Ayla's wrists together, and then did the same with Tammy's wrists. "Now," Greg said to the blonde and brunette, "I expect the two of you to cooperate fully with me. The better you cooperate, the longer your little sister over there will remain safe. He glanced back at Stefani, finding her sitting there just staring at the proceedings. "Both of you, get on your knees!" Ayla and Tammy scrambled to obey, fearing for Stefani's safety. Greg reached into his bag again, this time producing a riding crop. He stepped in front of Ayla and opened his pants, and took out his cock. He heard all three girls gasp when they saw his ten- inch tool. Stefani had a clear view of what was happening. "Okay, Ayla, open your mouth, and take it!" Afraid of what he would do to Stefani if she refused, Ayla did as instructed. She wrapped her lips around the head of the dick and proceeded to suck weakly. Her eyes shot upward when Greg smacked the side of her butt with the crop and ordered her to look at him while she sucked. "And one other thing to keep in mind. Make sure I don't feel even a hint of teeth down there! Teeth might make me think you're being uncooperative." Greg S glanced at Stefani and then grinned at Ayla. "And suck harder! You act like you've never done this before!" He grabbed her hair with one hand and guided her motions, forcing her to take his cock deeper. He could hear her gagging as the head of his cock banged against the back of her throat. As he didn't want her throwing up on him, he backed off a little. Although, her vomiting would give him a good excuse to thoroughly thrash her... Noticing that Tammy was watching wide-eyed, and positive that he'd caught her licking her lips, Greg pushed Ayla away and turned his dick toward the brunette. "Okay, slut, I know that you know how to do this!" "No! I've never..." Tammy's protest stopped mid-sentence when she saw the look on Greg's face. "I mean, I..." "Too late, bitch! That's count number one!" He walked over to Stefani, first taking a pair of scissors out of his bag. With the scissors he cut the shoulder straps of her tank top. "Raise your arms over your head, Stefani." The young girl readily obeyed, though she perhaps didn't realize what he was doing. Her face was expressionless as she stared at him. She sat still while Greg pulled her shirt off, leaving her top bare. Greg gazed with admiration at the thirteen-year-old's tiny breasts with their puffy, pink nipples. He watched her chest heave up and down with each breath, and saw her cheeks blush. "You have very pretty breasts, Stefani," he said softly so that only Stefani could hear. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. "Now," said Greg, turning back to Tammy, tell me again. Do you know how to do this?" This time, Tammy nodded her head, frantically. "I thought so. Show me!" He shoved his cock into her mouth and pulled her head down onto it. His cock went easily down her throat. He made her hold his cock there for a few seconds before he started guiding her up and down on his shaft. Tears trickled from her eyes as she stared up at him. A minute later he let go of her head and ordered her to keep it up on her own. She eventually settled into her own rhythm, and it became obvious that she'd had plenty of practice at sucking cock. Her sixteen-year-old lips weren't as innocent as they looked! Greg wasn't ready to come yet, so after a few minutes he let Tammy stop sucking him. Turning back to Ayla, he took her by the wrists and hauled her to her feet. "Get over here! Up on the pool table with you!" He lifted her onto the pool table, seating her right on the edge. The whole time, he could hear her mumbling under her breath, "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" "Now lie down!" Greg moved her onto her back. Now her butt was still at the edge of the pool table and her legs were hanging over the side. Greg noticed young Stefani still watching, wide-eyed. What was she thinking? Greg next dragged Tammy to her feet and forced the brunette to the side of the table. "Get your ass up there!" With the riding crop, he dealt a stinging 'THWACK!' to her round ass, and chuckled at her squeal of pain. Hands still tied, Tammy awkwardly climbed up onto the pool table. Both Ayla and Tammy were motionless, afraid of whatever humiliation was coming next. "I bet you wonder what I have in mind now." Greg smirked at the two sisters. "Maybe you don't know how to suck cock very well, Ayla, but I think you have a pretty good idea about how to eat pussy!" He laughed at the shocked expression on Tammy's face. "Didn't your big sister ever tell you she likes girls? Tsk tsk tsk. Secrets between family aren't good!" Greg looked at Stefani, and saw her sitting there with her mouth hanging open in disbelief. She was still young enough that lesbians were just something to giggle about. Her big sister was one? Tammy's expression was just as disbelieving as Stefani's. Then her expression changed to one of horror when she realized what Greg was about to make her do. Greg didn't make her wait long. He stepped between Ayla's legs and positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her shaved pussy. To Tammy he said, "Straddle her face! Spread your slut pussy across her mouth!" Ayla cried out, "No! Don't make me lick her! She's my sister! Do whatever you have to do to me but not this... not this..." Greg sighed. "That's two." Then he stepped back and walked over to Stefani again. She was trembling. Kneeling in front of her he whispered, "I have to take your panties off now, honey. Okay?" Stefani nodded slowly. Greg took hold of the waistband and said, "Raise up a little." When she lifted her butt Greg slipped the panties off her hips and tugged them down and off her legs. He was surprised when he saw her crotch. Though her pubic hair was sparse, it had obviously been trimmed. There was only a narrow strip of soft hair, just above her slit. He looked up at her and asked, "Why do you trim down there?" It seemed incongruous, considering her modest mode of dress and shy nature. Stefani shrugged and answered, "I like the way it makes my pussy look." She blushed a little when she said it. "I like it too. It's pretty." He patted her on her bare thigh and said, "Just sit here and watch, okay?" "A-are you raping them?" Stefani whispered. Greg hesitated before answering. "Yes." He paused and then added, "How do you know about rape?" The little redhead leaned forward and whispered, "I read about it in books. Are you gonna... rape... me, too?" A pause. "Yes." "O-okay." Stefani settled back into her seat. Her hands rested in her lap, wrists still bound. She appeared to be thinking. Back on his feet, Greg returned to Ayla and Tammy. "Are you going to do as I tell you?" Both blonde and brunette were weeping. Tammy nodded and slowly straddled Ayla's face, lowering her pussy to her older sister's mouth. She shuddered when she felt Ayla's nose brush her asshole. "Now here's the deal, blondie. You eat her pussy good and hard. I'm gonna stick my cock inside you and fuck your lezzie brains out. If I come before your sister comes, you're both going to suffer. Got it?" "Mmph-hmph!" "Good!" With that, Greg rammed himself inside the resisting cunt, burying all ten inches inside Ayla. He heard her squeal; she'd obviously never had anything as big as his cock in there! At the same time, he saw Tammy's body tense up, signalling that Ayla's tongue had gone to work. He fucked the blonde hard. Each stroke of his cock drove deep into her pussy. She writhed uncomfortably, but judging by her sister's reactions her tongue was still working. Greg amused himself by slapping her bald pubes and hearing her yelp. Looking up, he could see her chin moving rapidly under the dark patch of Tammy's pubic fuzz. He slapped Ayla's belly and barked, "Make her come! Do it! Make her come!" Another slap. Tammy, in spite of her distaste for this incestuous lesbian contact, was obviously being affected by her sister's tongue. Tears poured from eyes that were rolled back in their sockets. Her face and jiggling breasts were flushed and gasps came from her mouth. Greg knew she was close to having an orgasm, and found himself wondering how many orgasms the sixteen-year-old had actually had in her life. She had supposedly slept with several guys, but he knew that high school boys were notoriously unconcerned with their dates' orgasms. He intended to let her come before he did, and she did so. Ayla's experienced tongue had done its job. It probably would have happened sooner, had Tammy been more willing. Greg pulled his cock out of Ayla. "Did you like that, Tammy?" "No!" she cried. She didn't sound convincing. Chuckling, Greg said, "I'll bet you'll like a big fat cock in your pussy better, won't you! Get yourself down here! Quickly!" Tammy hesitated only a moment, and then climbed off the table. Greg grabbed her and put her between himself and Ayla. He held her by the back of the neck and shoved her face into Ayla's crotch. She wailed in misery when Greg said, "Now, you are gonna do your sister the same favor she just did you! Start licking, slut! Same deal as last time. If I come before she does, the two of you are gonna find out what else I have in that bag! Now lick!" He held Tammy's head in place until he was satisfied she was licking, and then he stepped behind her. The brunette's knees nearly buckled when the rapist sank his ten-inch tool into her. A low moan escaped her throat, unbidden. She was still a bit worked up from her tongue-induced orgasm. Greg raped her very roughly, peppering her pale butt cheeks with hard slaps. Each spank left a clear, red imprint on her. He planned to come first this time. There was little doubt that he would; Tammy had never eaten pussy before and he didn't expect she would be able to produce an orgasm in Ayla. She didn't. A few minutes of fucking Tammy triggered Greg's own orgasm. Feeling its approach, he pulled out of her cunt and forced her by her hair to kneel. Keeping one hand twisted painfully into her dark hair, he shoved his cock back into her mouth. Just before he exploded he pulled out and stroked himself with one hand as he blasted the unwilling teenager's face with his hot spunk. Before he finished coming her stuck his cock back into Tammy's mouth and ordered her to finish sucking his cum down. Tammy's face was still covered with semen when she was forced to stand again. Greg put his softening cock back into his pants and then pulled Ayla to a sitting position and said, "Lick that juice off your sister! I want her face spotless!" Weeping, Ayla obeyed, her disgust at the taste obvious. "Now, as promised, because I came first, we're gonna have some fun! Well, I'm gonna have fun anyway. It probably won't be fun for you!" Greg reached back into his bag and pulled out another short rope. "Both of you - get to opposite sides of the table!" When the sisters didn't immediately obey, Greg reminded them, "Do have have to take the next step with Stefani?" Ayla and Tammy quickly went to opposite sides of the table. "Good. Now both of you bend over and touch your arms together!" The sisters bent as instructed, their bound wrists stretched out in front of them. Their arms overlapped each other, and Greg used his rope to tie their arms together. Now they were effectively restraining each other. Neither girl would be able to change position. Going to his bag again, Greg retrieved a short flogger. He held it so young Stefani could see it first. Her expression didn't change much, but her eyes got wider. Then he let the older sisters see it. He could see the fear in their eyes. Then he walked behind Ayla. With no further delay, Greg went to work. He raised the whip and proceeded to flog Ayla's round ass, hard. She screamed in pain as the flogger cut across her ass over and over and over. When she had taken twenty lashes the whipping stopped. Ayla's butt was criss-crossed with red stripes. She was sobbing loudly. The rapist walked around to the other side of the table, and heard Tammy begin pleading with him. "Please, no! Please don't! Don't hurt me!" Greg grabbed Tammy by the hair and yanked her head up. "Shut the hell up, slut! I don't want to hear anything but screams coming out of that mouth!" He let her head drop and then went to work on her ass. He flogged her mercilessly twenty times, just like he'd done to Ayla. Tammy's paler skin showed brighter red welts, however, and Greg was pleased with his handiwork. He walked back around to Ayla. Ayla started screaming almost before the lash struck. She thrashed and struggled while Greg dealt another twenty cruel strokes with the whip. He whipped the backs of her thighs as well as her ass, and more than once the ends of the whip brushed her pussy lips. The pitch of her squeals went up when that happened. When he was done with Ayla, it was back to Tammy. Greg flogged her the same way. She screamed even louder than Ayla when the whip touched her pussy. The next thirty minutes were spent this way. Back and forth, back and forth, Greg brutally flogged both sisters. The the pool table's felt surface was stained with their tears. Both girls had received hundreds of lashes. Most of the strokes had tormented their asses, but both of them bore red stripes from their shoulders to their ankles. But while the lashes were painful, they were never hard enough to break the skin. Greg didn't want them damaged. He had long-term plans for them. The flogger was put back into the bag. The next items out of the bag were two butt plugs and a tube of lubricant. Greg placed the plugs on the pool table where both Ayla and Tammy could see them. "Do you know what these are?" both sisters shook their heads. "Good! This will be entertaining, then!" He picked up one of the plugs and stepped behind Tammy. First he spread a thin coating of lubricant onto the plug. Then he reached down with one hand and spread Tammy's asscheeks. He heard her yelp in pain at the contact with her tortured buttocks. When he pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole she tensed; sudden realization of what was happening made her cry out. "No! Don't! Not my butt! Noooo!" Greg just laughed at her panic. As expected, the sixteen-year-old clenched her anus tightly shut. She didn't realize that would only make it more painful when the plug finally penetrated. And Greg fully intended for the plug to penetrate. With determination, he began to press firmly against the resisting hole. Tammy emitted a choked, but long groan of pain. Her legs kicked and she struggled against the ropes that held her helpless. Her resistance was in vain. The narrow tip of the plug eventually forced its way past her defense. After that, it was fairly easy to push the plug in the rest of the way. Tammy squealed in agony as the rapidly-widening plug slid inside her. Then her sphincter clamped shut around the narrow collar at the base of the plug, effectively sealing it inside her. She cried and squirmed in discomfort. Now it was Ayla's turn. The second plug was taken up and Greg moved behind the blonde. She resisted even more fiercely than Tammy had, but in the end her ass was plugged as effectively as her younger sister's had been. Now there was one final act to perpetrate upon their bodies. He quickly untied the rope that bound the two girls to each other. He hauled Tammy to her feet and forced her to walk to the post he'd driven the nail into. She walked awkwardly, due to the plug in her ass. At the post, Greg turned her around so her back was to the post. He raised her arms and then hooked her bound wrists over the nail. This left her feet flat on the floor, but the nail was high enough that Tammy would be unable to get herself down from it. Likewise, Ayla was tied by another rope to the overhead beam. Out of the bag came two pairs of clamps which were attached to the sister's erect nipples. Greg grinned at the tears rolling down their faces. Those clamps really hurt! "Now, ladies," Greg said, "I think you should know that I found your resistance to the butt plugs to be very uncooperative!. I'm afraid you've left me with no other choice." He looked to Ayla, and then to Tammy, and then back to Ayla. "I will have to see if your little sister Stefani will be more cooperative!" He watched both bound sisters faces go pale, and saw that they were about to protest. He held up his hand for silence. "I suggest," he said with a grin, "that you remain silent. The louder you protest, the more 'fun' I'm going to have with Stefani. Understand?" He got frightened nods of agreement from Ayla and Tammy. Now it was time for the part of his plan that he'd been most anticipating: having his way with the thirteen-year-old virgin. He walked to Stefani and sat beside her. He put an arm around her shoulders, and he felt her nervous tension. Greg squeezed her to him and whispered in her ear. "Just relax, and it will go easier for you." Stefani was looking into his eyes as he continued. "It's going to hurt you, but I won't hurt you as bad as I hurt your sisters. I like you better than them." "Well...," Stefani looked nervous as she continued. "I am a naughty girl sometimes and should get a spanking. But... but I haven't gotten spanked since... since before M-mommy died." She had tears in her eyes and she threw her arms around Greg. "Mommyalways knew when I'd been bad. And she always spanked me!" The young teenager cried on Greg's shoulder. She continued, whispering, "But Ayla never knows when I've been naughty. You know what? It's no fun being naughty if nobody knows you did it. It's no fun when you know you won't get in trouble." Greg looked into Stefani's teary, brown eyes. "Do you want me to punish you for being naughty?" She nodded back at him. Then she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Then are you going to rape me?" He looked at her, wonder on his face. "You're supposed to be terrified right about now." She just looked back at him with that same expression. Greg was glad the two older sister's couldn't see Stefani's face. He could swear she looked eager! Maybe she still didn't fully understand what was happening. "Let's get started." He quickly untied her wrists. Pulling the naked young girl across his lap he said, "You will keep your hands in front of you. If you try to protect your ass, it will only get worse for you." As he spoke he was roughly squeezing her butt cheeks with his right hand. He stared at her ass. He'd only seen her body from the front until now, and was delighted to discover the perfection of her ass. Spanking that ass was going to be a lot of fun! The girl was holding herself motionless. That needed to change, so he moved his hand from her butt to the backs of her thighs. He ran his fingertips up and down, between her butt and her knees, then he slipped his hand to the insides of her thighs. Stefani started to squirm when the fingers came near her pussy. When they touched her there, she jumped and gasped. "Oooohh.." Her legs opened just a bit, and Greg's fingers pressed hard against her sex. "I thought so!" Greg decided to make it up as he went along. "Your pussy is wet, girl! You've been playing with yourself again, haven't you?" He didn't give her a chance to answer, and she didn't try. Greg slapped her ass, very hard, and she let out a loud yelp. As her body relaxed he smacked her again, and again, and again. "What a naughty girl! I'm gonna blister your butt good, girl! It's time you find out what bad girls get!" The whole time he was yelling at her, he continued to hand spank her. She was really squirming! Greg concentrated on the spanking now, silent while his hand clapped against Stefani's firm cheeks. He wondered if she was an athlete, because her muscles felt like they were well-toned. Occasionally, he stopped spanking long enough to rub her pussy, and found her to be very wet! "Well, you like that, don't you? I think you like it when I spank you!" Stefani played right along, perfectly. "No!" she wailed. "It hurts! It hurts bad! Please stop spanking me! I'll be good!" She was crying for real, which made her pleading sound pitiful enough to get a reaction from her older sisters. "You bastard!" Ayla yelled at Greg. "Leave her alone! She's just a kid, you son- of-a-bitch! I'll kill you!" Tears were pouring down Ayla's face. "I'll kill you!" She was straining, unsuccessfully, against her bonds. "Bastard..." Ayla broke down in sobs. Tammy, on the other hand, had her eyes tightly closed, and was mumbling under her breath. It looked like she was hoping this was all a dream and that everything would be all right when she woke up. Greg kept spanking little Stefani for a good fifteen minutes. He covered her entire ass with his hard hand, from top to bottom, and including the tops of her thighs. When her whole ass glowed bright pink, he started spanking even harder. Stefani's legs kicked with each SMACK, and she finally reached back to protect her burning butt. Greg's hand came down on the palm of her hand. He could feel her shaking with sobs. "Didn't I tell you not to reach back? Now you're going to get it even worse!" Greg lifted the girl off his lap and deposited her roughly on her butt beside him. She squealed at the contact with her butt. "Stay there!" Greg ordered her. She obeyed, staring at him with eyes brimming with tears. "I'm going to have to tie your wrists again." He carefully did so, then stood up. Greg went to his bag once more, this time taking out a big wooden paddle. He turned so that Stefani could see it. The way her eyes widened at the sight suggested to Greg that the girl's mother had also used a paddle to spank her. He suspected, though, that she hadn't used one quite like this. The paddle he held was made of solid oak. It was a half-inch thick, with numerous holes drilled in it. It was six inches wide and eight inches long, not counting the handle. In other words, this was going to hurt. A lot. He could see Stefani starting to shake. "You don't like the looks of this, do you?" Greg grinned at the young girl as he brandished the paddle. "No! Please, don't spank me with that! Please don't!" Her voice was higher than it had been before. Greg just laughed. "I'm afraid I must. You don't have any choice in the matter. Stand up!" Trembling with real fear now, Stefani obediently stood. Was he really going to hit her with that paddle? Momma never spanked with anything that big! Filled with apprehension, she let herself be led from the love seat to the sofa. The man made her bend over the arm of the sofa. Now her face and hands were buried in the seat cushions and her butt was pointed straight in the air. The youngest sister was now positioned so that her older siblings could see everything. Greg paused to admire the view of her perfectly-shaped, glowing-red ass. Then he laid the paddle across that ass so that the girl could feel its weight. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Consider this a reminder that you're not supposed to be enjoying this!" With that, Greg stood and raised the paddle. He took careful aim and then brought it crashing down on Stefani's tender, upturned butt. WHAM! "AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" Stefani's head shot up and her ear-splitting scream filled the room. Motherfucker that hurt! Stefani could barely think, the pain was so intense! BLAM! WHACK! CRASH! SMACK! Greg paddled extremely hard, and Stefani shrieked and thrashed and kicked. Tammy's eyes were wide open now. Both Tammy and Ayla were stunned by the ferocity of the rapist as he beat their little sister! But it was over as quickly as it had begun. The paddling only consisted of ten blows, though those blows were incredibly hard. Stefani just laid there, sobbing hysterically. She was given almost no chance to recover. Greg grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feet. He roughly led her over to where Tammy was bound, and then forced her to kneel. The petite redhead was shocked when Greg shoved her face into Tammy's crotch and ordered her to lick it. She didn't dare disobey, after the beating she'd just taken. Desperately she stuck her tongue into her sister's pussy and licked, hoping that she was doing it right. Greg wasn't concerned with whether she was doing it right, of course. At this point he was more concerned with totally dominating the thirteen-year-old and gettin immediate obedience from her. He made her lick Tammy for only a minute, and then hauled her over to Ayla and made her do the same there. Finally, he picked Stefani up and deposited her on her back in the center of the pool table. He grinned at the look of pain on her face when her battered butt hit the hard surface. While she laid there weeping, Greg got undressed. His erection stood out proudly, eager to at last deflower the virgin redhead. Climbing onto the table, Greg straddled the young teenager. He laid his cock between her small breasts and began rubbing it back and forth. She stared back up at him, still crying. "Open your mouth." When she didn't obey quickly enough, he grabbed her left nipple. Pinching it and then twisting it hard enough to make her squeal, he yelled the instruction again. "Open your damn mouth!" The frightened girl obeyed, and was rewarded by getting her mouth stuffed with hard cock. She gagged when the head bumped against the back of her throat. Stefani had to fight her gag reflex down, fearing it would only make Greg angrier if she threw up. She let him fuck her face, even sucking on the big rod like she'd seen her sisters do earlier. Maybe he'd be nice to her again if she did that. Greg pushed his cock in and out of the girl's mouth for several minutes. He could tell her jaw was aching by the time he finally pulled out. It was time. He moved back and pushed Stefani's legs apart. Cock in hand, he stared down at the sight before him. Young pussy. Unexplored territory. Where no man has gone before. A virgin. his pulse quickened and his breaths came shorter. Greg was always affected this way on those rare occasions when he got to take a girl's virginity. Especially if she was crying. He hadn't originally intended to spank her as severely as he did, but she had seemed entirely too willing. Now... now she was ready and un-willing. Perfect. He reached down and untied her wrists. Leaning over her, Greg positioned the head of his cock at the outside of Stefani's opening. "You're mine now, girl!" She just stared back at him. He entered her slowly, pausing when he felt the natural barrier inside her. Then Stefani's eyes came wide open and she squealed as, with a quick thrust, Greg's cock broke her hymen. An instant later the ten-inch cock was buried to the hilt in the thirteen-year-old's pussy. He began to stroke in and out, taking it easy on her at first. Her back was arched and she was breathing hard. Greg's big cock was a tight fit in her unused pussy. A soft moan escaped from her lips. It felt good and was uncomfortable at the same time. It was a completely new sensation, this feeling of something big moving inside of her! And each slow stroke sent tingles up and down her spine. Greg savored the exquisite sensation of the amazingly tight cunt wrapped around his cock. That oh-so-rare feeling of resistance that only came from a virgin pussy. Greg always deflowered virgins in the missionary position. He liked to watch their faces as their tender young bodies reacted to the brand new feelings they were having. Stefani was no different. He could see a combination of things in her face. Terror, because she knew deep down that rape was a horrible thing to experience. Wonder at the new, unfamiliar feelings. Confusion, as she was torn between revulsion at the reality and desire for the fantasy in her books. Pain, because her well-beaten ass was rubbing on the pool table felt. Pleasure as she was touched in places she'd never been touched before. As the conflicting emotions fought for Stefani's attention, Greg gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. In response, Stefani began to move with him. Her legs opened wider of their own volition. She closed her eyes to better experience the sensations she was having down there. How could anything hurt so much and feel so good at the same time? Hardly realizing what she was doing, she wrapped her legs around Greg's hips and pulled him into her, deeper and deeper. Unconsciously, her hands moved to her small breasts, and she started squeezing them and pinching her own nipples. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Then she came. It was amazingly powerful for a first orgasm! Her whole body convulsed, and she let out a cry that started as a low growl in the back of her throat and burst forth as a high-pitched squeal of joy. She was completely oblivious to everything around her. The only thing she was aware of was the cock in her pussy. That cock continued to pound in and out of her. Greg was amazed at Stefani's reaction - he had never before caused an orgasm in a virgin he was raping! And now this one had come so quickly that she was probably going to have another! He glanced at the two tied-up older sisters and saw that they too were astonished. What else could he do? He fucked her even harder. "Oooooooohhh! Aaaaaa! Oh-oh-oh-oh!" Stefani couldn't believe how good she felt right now. He little-girlish voice was filling the basement with sounds of pleasure. "Oh! Yes! Yes! Mmmmmmmmmm..." She didn't want anything more right now than for that great big cock to go deeper and deeper inside her. Her second orgasm was even more intense than her first. Greg was ready to pop. Stefani was just too stimulating! He pulled his cock out of her and got to his knees, still between her legs. He didn't make her suck him, because her virgin blood was still on his shaft. Instead, he stroked his cock until he came, and he deposited his load on her quivering belly. Recovering from his own orgasm, Greg laid down beside Stefani. He placed a hand on her breast and looked at her face. She smiled at him, and then surprised him by lifting her head up and kissing him on the mouth! When her tongue shot into his mouth, he knew he had her heart, mind and body. This was going to be easier than he had thought. Eventually Greg had to get up and get dressed. He couldn't lie there beside Stefani forever! Once dressed, he untied Tammy. After taking the clamps off her nipples and the plug from her ass he led her upstairs to her own bedroom, where he tied her to the bed. "Get some sleep," he instructed. He then did the same with Ayla, adding, "We're taking a trip tomorrow." "A trip? But..." Ayla started. "Yes, a trip. It's summer and your sisters aren't in school, and you have the next two weeks off. And I know the three of you were already leaving for a family vacation tomorrow. Nobody will suspect a thing when you drive away in the morning and don't come back for a few days." "How did you know?" Ayla looked confused. "You don't think this evening was a spur-of-the-moment thing for me, do you?" Greg replied. "I've been planning this for more than a year! I learned everything I needed to know. Now, get some sleep. You'll need your rest for tomorrow." He left Ayla in her darkened room. Back in the basement, he found Stefani all too willing to help him wash the butt plugs and put his "toys" away. Finished with that, the two of them went to Stefani's room. Greg tucked the girl into bed, but didn't tie her. "Go to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow." "What's tomorrow" Stefani asked. "You'll see. Now sleep." Greg sat down on the big beanbag chair in the corner of the darkened room. He closed his eyes and relaxed, listening to Stefani's breathing. It was sometime later that she finally fell asleep, and he soon followed. He had good dreams.

LITTLE FILM STARS BY TOMMY Part 1 Wow! Two for the price of one! Melanie Shaw repeated the joke over and over as she drove the car down the motorway, taking care to stay within the speed limit. Of course she'd only meant to take the girl. She glanced in the mirror. Yes, they were still asleep. The chloroform would last a good thirty minutes yet. Only about six, the little girl had a figure that aficionados all over Europe were crying out for, innocent face and a nice butt! So easy to please!. Better for me thought Melanie. Makes my job a lot easier. The other figure in the back was not on her list of 'things to do'. She hadn't really counted on finding a boy so easily, but this one just happened to show up as she was lifting the girl into the car. Roughly ten years old, she'd taken him, not just because he'd witnessed the girl's abduction, but just by luck, he happened to be just what she needed for the new photos. Being a female wedding photographer doesn't pay too well. Years ago Melanie had discovered how to make a bit more money, in fact an awful lot of money. One week spent taking photos and making short films made her more than she usually earned in a year. The real earners were the photos done specifically to order. She knew what she was doing was very wrong, wrong enough in fact to land her in prison for a long time. But, as she kept telling herself, she never did anything life threatening to the kids. Just dressing up, plenty of photos and videos. Of course, some of the scenes had to be as authentic as possible. But she did try and save those till the end. She blushed. How she enjoyed her work! She looked in the mirror again and checked her reflection at the same time. Hair dyed a different colour and much shorter than she had it usually. Good for avoiding any identification later on. Not that she ever had any problems. The kids were taken hundreds of miles to her country house, then brought back after one or two weeks and left in the same park where she'd found them. Of course it got mentioned in the news, but since there was rarely any harm done, and the kids had been abducted by a woman, the police didn't treat it with the same urgency that they would if it had been a man. She chuckled. They probably thought she was just a sad perverted old woman, desperate for kids of her own. It was getting dark when she arrived at the house. Set within its own grounds, it was extremely private with a high fence all around the garden. The automatic gate swung open and she drove straight into the garage. The little girl slowly opened her eyes. Where was she? She'd been walking through the car park looking for her kite and that horrible boy had been following her. She saw a lady smiling at her. "Come on, I'll give you a hand" said Melanie, helping her out of the car. She felt herself being carried through a door and down some steps. The mist returned and she whimpered. "Okay, don't worry" she heard a faraway voice say. "Let's get you to bed." The boy pulled the sheets up to his chin and yawned. Slowly he opened his eyes. Was he dreaming? Perhaps he should call Mummy. He looked at the ceiling. That wasn't his ceiling-was it? Suddenly, he realised in that way that all small boys do, that he had to pee very, very badly. He sat up and looked around. Not his room. Where was he? "Mummy?" he called. "Mummy?" a bit louder. Where were his pyjamas? He only had his underpants and vest on. His lip trembled and he started to cry. "Mummy!!" A door opened and Melanie entered. She yawned and looked at her watch. Six o'clock in the morning! She went to the boy and knelt down next to the bed. Bobby looked at her, tears running down his cheeks. "Where's Mummy?" he asked, looking behind her. Not very big for his age, it had been the large brown eyes and light brown curly hair that had captivated Melanie. That and the sweet innocent expression. She'd never used a boy before This was truly undiscovered country for her. "Sssh, everything's okay" she said gently, wiping his tears away. "Don't worry" She smiled warmly. "You'll see mummy soon." Noticing where his hand was, she grinned and stood him up. "Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is." The boy followed her and relieved himself while she waited outside. Checking that the girl was still asleep, she went back to the boy's room where she'd left him drinking a glass of cold milk. "Are you still sleepy or do you want to get up now?" she asked, taking the empty glass. He wiped the back of his mouth with his hand. "I want Mummy" he repeated. Melanie groaned. "You'll see mummy, I promise you. But she's not here right now." She took his hand. "Come on then, let's get you some breakfast. I hope you like sugar puffs." He looked suspicious but interested. "Has it got a toy ?" Melanie thought. "Probably. I have no idea to be honest. Come on!" "What's your name?" she asked, putting the bowl in front of him "Bobby." The boy replied. The presence of the lady had calmed him. A friend of his mother perhaps? Melanie smiled. She wanted to get a few things clear right from the start. "You say 'Miss' when you talk to me, okay Bobby?" Bobby looked round, his mouth full. "Are you a teacher miss?" "Yes, I am Bobby" she replied, placing some bread and jam on the table. "But rather a special teacher!" From down the corridor, she heard a noise. "I'll be back in a minute Bobby" she called over her shoulder. "Help yourself to whatever you like." The small girl was sitting up in bed, crying. Melanie kissed her, then stroked her hair, calming her down. "Hey, come on, everything's alright" she repeated. The girl sniffed. "Where's my mummy?" "You'll see her later, don't worry. You have to stay here for a little while. I'm looking after you for just a little while." She took the girl to the bathroom. "Where's all my clothes?" the girl asked on coming out, still sniffing. "They have to be washed but I'll find you something later. You're okay in your knickers and vest aren't you? It's quite warm." The girl didn't answer, but looked around her. "Where's my kite?" Melanie sighed. "I don't know, sorry. But perhaps I can go and get you one later. Would you like that?" "Yes, okay" Melanie bent down and brushed the girl's hair. "What's your name?" "Emma" the girl replied. "Well, I'm a teacher so you can call me 'Miss'. Is that okay?" Emma nodded. "Yes miss." She took Emma to the kitchen where Bobby was finishing his second bowl of Sugar Puffs. She looked at the alarm console on the wall. Not only was the house almost impossible to enter or leave, the extensive system of sensors and cameras provided excellent security. When Emma saw the boy sitting at the table, her eyes narrowed. "That's the boy who followed me!" she said pouting. "He was running after my kite and.." "I never did!" interrupted Bobby, spitting Sugar Puffs all over the table. "I was only following it. You weren't pulling it right! You couldn't even fly it 'cause you" Melanie banged her hand on the table. "Stop it you two!" The two children looked at her and she burst out laughing. "Oh you're so funny! Just finish your breakfast Bobby and go and have a wash in the bathroom." She sat Emma down at the table. Five minutes later, the door opened and Robby came in, a large towel wrapped tightly round him. "Miss, where's my clothes. I can't find them." Melanie took him back to the bathroom. "Sorry, your clothes have to be washed" She looked down at him. "Just wear your pants and vest for now. I'll sort you something out later." She entered the bathroom and gasped. A very neat and tidy person by nature, she was totally unprepared for the state in which she found the bathroom, puddles of water on the floor, towels left in heaps, soap in the plughole, toilet seat up, in fact all those irritating little things in which little boys specialise. She looked at Bobby in amazement. With absolutely no experience of boys, she was starting to realise just why they'd been treated so differently at school. She'd always felt it strange that they were taken to the Headmaster's study and beaten, when a girl was simply given detention for the same offence. Then it had seemed cruel, yet somewhat exciting. Now, however she was starting to understand. "Tidy up this room immediately!" she ordered. Bobby put the towels back on the rails, soap back in dish and tidied up till she was satisfied. He kept the towel round him. She pointed to his pants and vest on the floor. "Put those back on and come to the kitchen. I have to talk to both of you." She saw him hesitate and look at her nervously. Melanie understood. "I want to see you in two minutes!" she said, closing the door. Walking back to the kitchen, she wondered if perhaps she'd made a mistake with the boy. She was doing very well without getting any boys involved. The Lolita photos and videos she produced were sold for hundreds of pounds, while the bondage and BDSM material, mostly for private requests, netted her thousands. This was easy money. The girls hadn't been hurt and some had even seemed to enjoy the acting. The faked screaming and pleas for mercy satisfied most of her clients. Recently however, some of them had been asking for more, a lot more. She had hesitated at first, until she'd seen the money being offered! The corporal punishment scenes and some of the BDSM had to be authentic now. Her clients weren't stupid. For this sort of money they expected the photos and films to be real-and it was easy to spot a fake! What she still found surprising even after all this time, was that she'd really enjoyed doing it all for real. She remembered the very first time. The small girl, expecting to be fitted with loose plastic nipple clamps had opened her mouth to start her pretend screaming and had found to her horror that the screams were for real. The cameras had captured every second as the two little nipples were squashed flat by the nasty metal clips. Once over the first hurdle, Melanie had realised rather guiltily, that she was enjoying herself. The final caning scene had been a work of art. No silly faked yells and screams this time. Melanie had even put a camera just in front of the girls face enabling the edited version to show the look in her eyes as the cane slashed down. She licked her lips as she thought of the extra five thousand sitting in her Swiss account. The encrypted emails she'd received a month ago had shocked her. She'd been about to refuse when the first offer followed almost immediately. With dollar signs in her eyes, she had accepted the requests to make similar films but using boys as well. It wasn't just the money. She didn't know a thing about boys. An only child, her boyfriends had never lasted more than a few days. She soon scared them away. Of course, she knew all about the male bits, but she'd never ever seen one close up. She smiled. Yes, using Bobby would be quite educational! Emma was drinking a glass of orange juice, her bowl empty. Melanie washed up and chatted to Emma about her school, friends and toys. "I don't suppose you have a boyfriend, do you?" she asked, wiping the table. "No miss" the little girl replied looking shocked. "Boys are so yucky!" Melanie laughed. "You're probably right there." Bobby came in still wearing his blue underpants and white vest. "Have I got anything else to wear miss?" he asked, glaring at Emma on the other side of the table. "No Bobby, and don't ask me again!" said Melanie. She was starting to feel irritated. "If you ask me once more, I'll spank you!" Bobby's mouth fell open in amazement and she felt Emma's eyes on her. Before they had chance to react, she ushered the two children into her study at the end of the corridor. Time for a serious chat. She sat down behind her large mahogany desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a handful of glossy photos. "Right you two, I want you to look at these photos" she ordered, laying them out in neat rows. "Look carefully at each one and tell me what you think!" Most of the photos were her own depicting young preteens in ropes, chains, gags, blindfolds, stretched out on strange looking devices being whipped, caned and spanked, hung upside down, dildos inserted into every hole, butt-plugs being inserted, the photos left nothing to the imagination. Some photos were from her clients and showed young boys in much the same positions. She leant back and watched as Emma and Bobby examined the photos, their eyes and mouths wide open in amazement. Emma pointed to one of the photos. "What's this boy got on his peepee?" Melanie laughed at the babyish word. "That's called a cock ring Emma. It's a stretchy rubber ring and it's pulled over the boys willy and sometimes put over his little ball bag as well." She saw Bobby glance at her and redden with embarrassment. Melanie decided it was time to get down to business. She new from experience that kids were nave but not stupid, and it was better to give them the facts right at the start. "Those girls and boys in the photos are acting. Some of them had a great time, and today they're all back home with their families." She paused. "I'm not going to go into details, but this is exactly what I'm going to do to you! Not just photos though. I have to do a lot of videos, so you'll both be film stars!" The children were very quiet, looking at the photos and listening. Melanie breathed deeply. "If you behave yourselves and do exactly what I say, you'll both be home in one week." They looked up, tears already forming in Emma's eyes. "However, if you don't do as I say, you'll be punished and have to stay an extra week!" Melanie grinned at the shocked faces. They were too young to take it all in so quickly. They'd need a while longer to understand what she was saying. She waited a few seconds before repeating everything she'd said. Bobby looked up, his high voice shaking. "What do you mean 'punish' miss?" Melanie looked at him sternly. "It means Bobby, that if you don't obey every order, I'll beat your bottom harder and harder until you change your mind!" She stood up. "Well, I'm going to come back in ten minutes and ask you what you've decided. You stay here until I return. When I do come back, I don't want any questions. You either do everything I say and go home in one week, or be punished and go home in two. It's very simple!" She shut the door. From within she heard them crying. It was always like this, ten minutes of tears followed by a numb realisation of the facts. While they cried, she went down to the basement where her two studios were hidden. The first was her 'friendly' studio, used for the soft porn Lolita photos. Brightly painted, it was well lit with flowers, soft rugs and a large double bed in the middle. Here she had an enormous wardrobe containing clothes that would have had any normal clothes store raided by the police within minutes. Melanie sorted through piles of clothing and selected appropriate garments for the children to wear around the house when not filming. Back upstairs, she was pleased to see that the crying had stopped. "Well, have you decided?" she asked, holding the clothes. "Are you going to be good children and help me make lots of naughty photos and films?" They looked up, their eyes red, and nodded. What else could they do. Bobby sniffed back his tears. Perhaps she'd let him go home even sooner if he did everything she asked. Emma just looked dazed by it all. Too young to have understood everything, she just knew that she had to do what the lady said, then she could go home to mummy. Besides, the lady wasn't nasty, just strict. She glanced sideways at Bobby. At least that horrible boy had to stay as well. She wondered if the lady would put a funny ring on his peepee. "Okay, well if that's all settled, we can get going" said Melanie, unfolding the clothes. She gave a white tea shirt and black pants to Bobby. "Go in the next room, take your vest and underpants off, and put these on Bobby!" she ordered. "I don't want to hear a word from you. Just do it and then wait for me there!" She smiled as he walked out. He was no doubt comforted by her respect for his modesty. She turned her attention to Emma. "I'll have to help you change, Emma" she whispered kindly. "These are very special clothes and I want you to look beautiful!" Five minutes later, she looked both beautiful and spectacular. Fine white stockings pulled up to the very top of her legs, held up by four short suspenders attached to a soft white girdle and bra combination. Melanie had explained very carefully why she couldn't wear any knickers with it. Emma had pouted slightly when she saw herself in the mirror. Wasn't it rude to show her bottom and private parts like this? But the lady had told her it looked great, and to be honest, it did look kind of wicked. Melanie stroked her hair and kissed her. "You look fantastic Emma. The sexiest six year old I ever saw!" Emma smiled at that. The lady's hand patted her cute little bottom, then moved round to the front. Emma tensed as she felt Melanie's finger stroke her small pussy. "Don't ever be shy to show this off, darling!" whispered Melanie, giving her a hug. "It's so very, very special. Much nicer than those silly dangly things that boys have!" Emma giggled. Melanie went to the door and brought in Bobby. He was fidgeting and looked uncomfortable. "Miss, these pants are too tight miss" he whined, pulling them out of his crack for the tenth time. Melanie tried hard not to laugh. Bobby looked so sweet! The thin lycra shorts were slightly too small it was true, but they were very stretchy. Designed to hug every contour of the body, they were pulled deep between his buttocks, outlining his cute bum perfectly. The front was even better. Certainly nothing was left to the imagination! His little bulge could be seen in rather obscene detail. "They look fine Bobby" she said, pulling his short white tea shirt down a bit. "Leave the shorts alone!" she ordered as he went to pull them out again. "They're meant to be like that Bobby. I don't want to see you doing that again!" Bobby pouted, then looked at Emma and blinked. "Doesn't she look beautiful?" Melanie asked, turning the little girl round. "Don't you think she's sexy Bobby?" Bobby looked at Emma with interest. At home, his sister was older than him and he'd never seen a girl's private part before, apart from on the beach. Never as close as this. Before Emma could react to his stare, she opened the door and walked out ordering them to follow her. Downstairs, she stopped in front of the studio. "Bobby, I want you to wait in the other studio while I'm taking photos of Emma. It won't take long. I just want some preliminary shots." She pushed him gently inside. "There are plenty of toys for you to look at" she said, smiling. Bobby had already seen the whips and chains hanging on the far wall. Alone with Emma, she quickly made sure the digital camera was fully charged and placed the girl on the soft white rug. Emma was an obedient girl and giggled at some of the positions she had to adopt. "That's right Emma, hands on your hips, smile!" Emma was enjoying herself. "Right Emma, blow me a kiss. Look sexy. Laugh, that's right-pretend that Bobby's having his willy spanked!" Emma doubled up with laughter at this. Melanie took shots from every angle. These would be excellent photos. "Now a few rude photos" said Melanie, sitting Emma on the bed. "Legs as wide apart as you can-that's lovely. Smile-perfect! Pull your pussy open a bit with you your hands!" Emma hesitated slightly at this, but did as she was told. "A bit more, bit more. that's great! Now on your back and bring your legs back up to your chest-beautiful Emma! Wider-that's right. She lifted the girl off the bed. "Now just a few funny ones without these on and we're finished" she said, removing Emma's stockings and girdle. Emma watched as Melanie undressed her. The stockings had been a bit tickly and the girdle uncomfortable. She suddenly flinched as she felt Melanie's hand stroking her pussy again. "Hey, don't worry Emma" said Melanie softly. "You mustn't feel shy. Once you get used to it, it feels so delicious!" Emma looked down with interest at the woman's fingers gliding over her six year old pussy. Yes, it did feel kind of nice, especially when Melanie's finger stroked her right in the middle. She closed her eyes. Hmmm, it was nice! Melanie stood up and laughed. "Hey wake up. I've still got Bobby to photograph and I have to go out later." She took some red rope from a drawer. "I want you to do some acting now Emma. I'm going to tie your hands behind your back and I want you to pretend to be really scared. Okay?" Emma nodded. It was just pretend-wasn't it. She put her hands behind her and felt Melanie tie them tightly. Suddenly she felt nervous. "Miss, please I don't want to!" she squeaked, starting to cry. Melanie undid the ropes quickly. "Okay baby, that's alright. If it's scaring you, you don't have to do it." She held Emma and stroked her hair. "Tell you what Emma, I'll just put them round your hands very loosely, and you can pretend they're tied up- okay?" Emma sniffed and nodded. She felt a bit silly for crying. After all it was only playing. Melanie wrapped the rope round the girls wrists, making it look realistic without it feeling tight. "Okay?" Emma smiled. "Yes miss." The photos were very quick. "Look really scared darling!" Melanie called as she moved round taking snaps from the side. "Pretend there's a big tiger just walked in!" Next she took a small red ball gag and showed it to Emma. "Now just a few more with this in" she said, tickling the girl on her tummy. "It goes in your mouth and I tie it behind your head. Can you make your eyes look like you're very scared?" Emma opened her mouth and Melanie popped the ball in and swiftly secured the strap. This was the bit that always scared the kids and she knew she had to move fast. "Right, look at me! Pretend there's a monster coming towards you!" She'd only taken a few photos, when, sure enough, Emma started to look really scared and began grunting. Melanie took more photos as quickly as she could. These were so good! Real terror! She gave it ten seconds before quickly removing the gag and ropes and cuddling a very tearful Emma. "Oh I'm so sorry Emma, I thought you were still acting! Don't cry darling!" She held the sobbing little girl tightly. "You really are very beautiful you know-and such a good actress. I think you'll be a famous film star when you grow up!" Her fingers brushed the girls pussy and she started to stroke again, edging her finger a little deeper. Emma's sobs started to die down and she leant against Melanie. "There, there, just relax, just enjoy it" whispered Melanie. Emma closed her eyes. It was such a strange feeling. Why did her weewee hole feel so tickly? Her body relaxed and she felt like she was floating away on waves of pleasure. If only the lady would put her finger in a bit more- just a little bit. Melanie held the little girl tighter and kissed her cheek, her finger seeking out the tiny preteen clitoris she knew was begging for attention. "You know Emma, one of the films I'm going to make this week is called 'Little Dominatrix'. Do you know what that means?" Emma opened her eyes sleepily. "No miss". Melanie grinned as the girl opened her legs wider. "Well it's about a little girl who has a slave boy. You'll be the beautiful girl and Bobby will be the naughty slave. He'll have to do whatever you say. You'll make him take his clothes off, play with his funny peepee, spank him whenever you feel like it." She paused. "You'll even be able to make him do what I'm doing now- though it's probably even nicer if he uses his tongue!" Emma looked at her in amazement. Wouldn't that be awfully rude? She closed her eyes again. Then again, if she was really the star and he was just a silly slave Emma's breathing grew heavier and she pressed herself against the lady. It was really so nice! Melanie suddenly stopped and kissed her again. "That's enough for now darling. I have to do Bobby now." Secretly she was delighted that Emma could be sexually aroused so easily. Perhaps she could film her having an orgasm. Yes, why not? After dressing the girl again, Melanie took her to the other studio and laughed at the sight of Bobby sitting on a bench waving a nasty looking whip through the air. "Come on Bobby, your turn!" she said, showing Emma the 'toy box'. "You stay here Emma while I'm photographing Bobby. She glanced at the boy. "There are some of those cock rings I told you about in the box!" Bobby stood self consciously on the rug while Melanie took her snaps. Why did she make him wear these awful pants? He was dying to pull them out of his crack, but he remembered the look in the lady's eye. He shivered. At least he wasn't showing his private bits like Emma! He'd had another cry while he was waiting. What did this woman want? Why didn't she let them go home? It was silly taking photos of him. "Good Bobby, now bend over a little bit more and hold your knees-that's right. Lovely. Now put your legs wide apart-no a bit wider. Bend your knees and give me a big smile. Pretend a big bucket of ice-cream has fallen on your teacher's head!" Bobby laughed. "Great Bobby, hands by your sides, look really frightened- can you? Good, now on the bed-good. Bring your legs right over your head like a gymnast. Excellent!" Melanie moved around him clicking away. Stopping for a second, she pulled his tea shirt off over his head. "There, that's better. Not cold are you Bobby?" The boy shook his head. "You are a handsome boy!" Bobby watched her put his tea shirt on the chair. She prodded his tummy gently. "Not getting fat are you?" she laughed. Back on the rug, she took more photos. He was so cute! "Okay Bobby, turn round, that's right. Put your hands on your hips-great. Now on your bottom- perfect!" Melanie paused while she put a new memory card in her camera. "Good Bobby, now hold the top of your shorts and pull them down at the back, just a little-just an inch or two." Bobby hesitated for a second, then did as she said. "Good boy, now pull them down halfway over your bottom!" Bobby turned and looked at her, his voice a little unsteady. "Do I have to Miss?" Melanie smiled. "Don't be silly, there's only you and me here. Don't you think I've seen lots of boys' bottoms before? Now do as I say!" Bobby swallowed and pulled his pants down more. "Lovely, now look at me over your shoulder, that's right-try and smile. Pretend a policeman's looking!" Bobby grinned. "Lovely, now put your tongue out at the policeman!" The boy stuck his tongue out and giggled. "Great, now pull them down just to the top of your legs- come on Bobby!" She spoke kindly but firmly. The boy slowly pulled his shorts down further, feeling the tight material being pulled out from where it had wedged deep between his buttocks. "Good boy, now hands on your bottom again-lovely. Bend over again-great. Now right over. See if you can touch your toes-marvellous." Bobby sighed and looked down at the front of his shorts. At least they were still covering his privates. He looked round at the lady taking photos. When would she let him pull them up? "Stay like that a minute Bobby." Melanie took a few close up shots. "Gosh, you've got a nice bum, haven't you Bobby." She said, tapping his right buttock lightly. "Do your parents ever spank you?" she asked, feeling his other buttock. Bobby took a few seconds to answer. "Yes Miss, sometimes." She slid her finger down his crack. He squealed. It tickled when she did that. "Miss, can I stand up now?" Melanie laughed. "Yes, okay, but leave your shorts where they are!" He straightened and looked at her confused. Why couldn't he pull them up? "Good, now face me, that's right. Now we're going to do the same but with the front of your shorts." Bobby gazed at her in horror, tears in his eyes. "But Miss, that's not fair. You'll see my privates. I don't want to take them down. Can you just photograph my bottom and." Melanie raised her hand. "Bobby, you saw those photos I showed you. All the little boys were naked. Now don't be silly. I've been a teacher for years and I've seen hundreds of boys' privates!" She grinned. What a lie! "They have to come down and I don't have all day. Now just do as you're told!" The young boy started to cry and buried his face in his hands. Melanie knelt down and hugged him. "Oh don't be such a baby!" she said softly, wiping his eyes. Her hand touched the front of his shorts. He gasped and looked up. "I tell you what Bobby. I'll take them down just an inch at a time and take a few photos. We'll do it nice and slowly." She held the sides of his shorts and slid them down just a fraction. "Good boy, now don't be scared. Just look at me for a second. Bobby sniffed. He didn't want her to see his privates. Perhaps she'd just take the photos very quickly. Perhaps he'd only have to show his private parts for a few seconds, perhaps "Just a little lower please!" said Melanie. Her tone was friendly but there was something in it that told Bobby she meant to be obeyed. He stifled a sob and pulled them down, just a bit more. "No, lower!" she repeated. "But Miss, my thing is going to.." "Lower Bobby!" she said a little louder. He wiped a tear from his eye and pulled them down more. He suddenly felt his little willy pop out and he started to sob louder. "Good boy. There's no need to feel embarrassed. I've seen hundreds and hundreds of boys' willies before! Do please stop crying Bobby. There's absolutely no need for all these tears!" She took some pictures. He looked so sweet with his small willy just sticking over the top of his pants. "Pull them down to your knees now. That's right. Good boy! Do try and smile!" Bobby wiped his eyes again. It wasn't quite as bad as he thought. But when could he pull his pants up? He felt a bead of sweat trickling down his back. Was the lady nearly finished? Melanie was ecstatic. She took snaps from every angle including some close ups of his penis and cute little balls hanging so innocently between his legs. Kissing him gently, she pushed his pants slowly down to his ankles. "Just get them off shall we?" she whispered winking at him. He was completely naked. As he stepped out of them she saw his lip start to tremble again. "Hey, hey, we don't want any more tears!" She pulled him closer. "Come on, have a cuddle. You shouldn't worry about me seeing your little privates." Bobby nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt her hand holding his willy. "MMiss, what are you" "SShhh!" she whispered softly, kissing him again. "Just try and relax. Everything's alright. Here, put your arms round me and just have a rest." With her hands gliding all over his private parts, it was difficult to relax. Why was she feeling his thing? Perhaps she was like a doctor. Perhaps she was just checking him. He sniffed and put his head against her. Her fingers seemed to be going everywhere. They were round his little bag now feeling the things inside. He flinched as her fingers prodded each one. Sometimes it felt funny-sort of tickly. His breathing slowed and he closed his eyes. Was it only seconds or had ten minutes passed? He didn't know. It just seemed so comfortable now with her arm round him and that nice feeling down there. He heard the lady laugh and opened his eyes. She was smiling. "Feeling better now are we?" she asked, kissing his cheek. He nodded sleepily and looked down. Suddenly he froze. His willy was sticking up straight in the lady's hand. She saw his expression and kissed him again. "Don't worry Bobby, it's quite normal. I don't mind at all." She squeezed his willy a bit harder. "In fact I prefer it when it sticks up like this!" The boy blushed a deep crimson. Why did his thing have to go hard now? It was sometimes hard in the morning and when he played with it in bed, but only mummy had seen it like this and she never said anything. It wasn't fair. Was it a bad thing to happen? He looked at Melanie and she smiled. The lady said she didn't mind and she was still holding it. It did feel ever so nice. Melanie ran her finger over the tip. "Can you keep it sticking up for me while I take some photos?" she asked, tickling his balls. Bobby nodded, too embarrassed to talk. She took her camera and did a few close ups. "Hey, don't let it go down!" she said, seeing his willy start to droop. Bobby watched in amazement as she quickly used her fingers to coax it back up. "Good boy, now hands on your hips and open your legs a bit wider-that's right. " She moved round quickly with the camera. "Hold it in your hand now-yes like that, now rub it a bit-good!" Bobby started to feel a little more relaxed. The lady had seen everything he had and even liked him playing with his willy. Whenever he touched himself at home, mummy slapped his hand away. Was it wrong to touch it? Perhaps mummy just didn't understand. After all, this lady was a teacher so she must know about these things. Melanie stopped taking photos and pulled the boy gently to her. "Let me have a good look at it" she said, rubbing her thumb over the tip of his willy. She examined it closely noticing how he flinched if she tried to pull the foreskin all the way back. His little balls were so strange, she thought. If you watched them carefully you could see them slowly changing, contracting and then relaxing. "I bet it's nice when I do this, isn't it?" she asked, starting to gently rub his stiff penis. Bobby swallowed. "Kind of Miss." At that moment he felt he'd do anything she asked-just as long as she didn't stop what she was doing. He remembered when he'd played with himself the week before. The tickly feeling had grown so strong he'd had to stop. He'd been afraid of what might happen if he carried on. This was much nicer! "You know Bobby, this afternoon I'm going to make the first part of a film where you play a little slave boy. I hope you can make your willy hard when I'm filming. Would you like that?" Bobby nodded, most of his attention fixed firmly on what her hand was doing. "Tomorrow, I want to do a nice little film called 'Young rapist' " continued Melanie, rubbing a little faster. "Emma will have to wear a blindfold so she won't be able to see you, but you can do whatever you want with her. You can even make her do this!" Lowering her head, she deftly popped his hot little erection in her mouth and played her tongue around it. Bobby gasped and gripped her tightly. "M..miss, please miss, it's tickly, too tickly miss!" His high pitched voice grew louder and she let him go and watched his red willy twitch as though the tip was frantically searching for the nice warmth of her mouth. "Okay, I think that's enough for now" she said, giving his balls a little squeeze. She didn't want him to orgasm just yet. Save it for the camera. She grinned as she planned the next few days. Bobby sniffed and turned his head to one side. What was that? He heard whispering. If only he could see. The blindfold was tight, even tighter than the gag in his mouth. He tried to relax but the chains holding his hands high above his head kept him almost on his toes. They weren't hurting. The lady had put soft wide cuffs around his wrists and had made sure they were comfortable. But how long had he been here? He knew if he wiggled his fingers, she'd release him. She'd promised. He was sure now the lady was close to him taking photos. Why had she made him wear these weird pants. Just as tight as the other pair, she'd showed him how they worked. Two small pieces of velcro kept the front attached to the back meaning they could be put on and taken off without him moving his legs. Why on earth was that important? He sighed. There was giggling from somewhere in front of him. That would be Emma. He tensed. He knew he was her slave boy in the film, but what was he supposed to do? Melanie stopped taking photos and smiled at Emma, putting her finger to her lips. She couldn't take her eyes off the girl. The perfect Dominatrix, she thought. The little girl was dressed almost the same as before, though this time in black and with the addition of long black boots. Melanie picked up a riding whip and tickled the girl's pussy with the end. "Here, take this baby. Hold it in both hands and bend it a little. That's right, now look at Bobby. You're really angry with him. That's great." Flicking a few switches on the wall, she adjusted the lights until they were just right. She glanced at Bobby, standing on a wooden platform, his arms pulled high over his head. She'd wrapped the chains loosely around his wrists, making it look as though they were really holding him up rather than being just attached to the cuffs. He'd only been there five minutes. She wondered if perhaps she could give him a break before continuing. No, he hadn't wiggled his fingers and she'd made sure he was comfortable. She pointed her remote control at a few of the video cameras positioned around the room. "Okay Emma, walk slowly round your naughty slave boy and do what I told you before. Okay?" The girl gripped the whip and nodded. "I'll whisper what I want you to do. Remember, he belongs to you and you can do whatever you like with him!" Standing back, she focused one camera on the girl, zooming in on her little pussy as the girl stroked it slowly, her eyes on the young boy helpless before her. Activating two more cameras, she watched as the girl started to gently run the end of the whip over the boy's body. Bobby flinched as he felt something touch him. It ran over his back. Then his front. What was it. It tickled. He swallowed nervously. Now his chest. It tapped his shoulders. Nothing for a few seconds. Then he felt it moving down his side. It tickled him again! He held his breath. Just as long as it didn't tickle too much! Next it was on his leg, moving higher. Up his calf, behind his knee, his thigh. A slight pause, then it was nudging his balls. Bobby jerked back. He felt nothing for a second, then it was running over his lower back and down to his buttocks. He felt it tap each buttock a few times. Somebody giggled. What was Emma doing? Round to the front again, he felt it tap his bulge. He tried to move his hips back but it just followed him. He stayed still waiting for it to stop. It didn't. Emma stroked the end of the whip against the front of boy's pants. That's his willy, she thought, grinning. She glanced at Melanie. "Keep stroking it darling, nice and gently!" the lady whispered, pointing her remote at the side camera. Melanie smiled as the camera zoomed in on Bobby's little bulge. Sure enough, after about a minute, she saw it move and start to grow, pushing out the front of his pants. Emma giggled. She knew what to do now. Melanie had explained how to pull the velcro fastener on the boy's pants and remove them. Bobby felt himself getting an erection. It was impossible not to. He breathed faster. Did it show? Would Emma notice? He felt his face getting red. He was just hoping that she'd stop stroking him when he felt a hand pulling something on his pants. He screamed behind his gag. No! She can't! He wiggled his fingers frantically. The lady had to stop her. She couldn't let a six year old girl see him like that! Melanie smiled as she checked the camera on Emma's left. The girl was holding Bobby's pants and staring wide eyed at the boy's stiff penis. The boy was writhing about, wriggling his fingers like mad. She laughed. What a scene! She looked at Emma. "Go closer and feel it!" she whispered. "He belongs to you remember. You can examine everything he's got." The little girl went right up to the boy and stretched her hand out. It looked so funny. Why on earth did boys have these strange dangly things? Why was this one sticking up? Bobby felt her hand touch him and kicked hard. Emma staggered back clutching her leg and crying. He heard the lady shout something, then suddenly her hand slapped his bottom hard. Melanie gave him a second slap. "You stupid boy, why on earth did you do that?" She slapped him again. "You've just earned yourself a good slippering my boy. Any more stupid tricks like that and I'll use the cane. Now stop wriggling and relax. I only want to do ten minutes more filming. Just behave!" Bobby sobbed behind the blindfold. He wanted to stop. Why wouldn't she untie him? He was starting to feel uncomfortable. He felt the air around his privates. The girl could see everything he had. Melanie kissed the small girl and looked at her leg. "It's okay darling, just a little bruise." She glanced at the boy. She'd have to get him erect again, otherwise the film wouldn't look right.. "Don't worry, you'll get your own back." Emma looked up. "In a few days, we're going to do a scene where you whip him. You'll be able to whip his bottom as much as you want and it won't be pretend. Would you like that?" The girl smiled and nodded. Oh yes, she'd enjoy that very much! Bobby eat his lunch slowly, occasionally glaring at Emma who sat opposite him. Melanie was washing dishes at the sink, humming one of her favourite songs. It wasn't fair! He wriggled on the chair trying to stop his pants from riding up even higher into his crack. At least his bottom wasn't sore like it had been. He sniffed and looked down at his half eaten sausages. She hadn't been joking. She really had spanked him with a slipper after filming but she'd even filmed that as well. 'Naughty schoolboy' she'd called it. She'd dressed him in grey shorts and sweater, then told him off for ages before taking his shorts and underpants down. The slipper hadn't really hurt that much. "Sounds much worse than it feels!" she'd said at the beginning, pulling him over her lap. It's just that she had spanked him for ages, occasionally stopping to do something to the cameras. He looked at Emma hugging her knees to her chest as she played with her food. She still wore those rude clothes that showed he privates, he thought. She noticed where he was looking and opened her legs wider as if mocking him with her cute little pussy. Bobby blushed. How could she do it and not be embarrassed? She didn't care at all. He avoided her eyes. The ten minutes after he'd kicked her had been awful. The lady had finally got his thing hard again and then she'd let the girl play with it. He felt himself turning red at the memory. Her little hands had been everywhere. She'd even spanked him a few times, telling him what a naughty slave he was. The worst bit was probably when she'd pulled his foreskin right back. That had been so uncomfortable and he'd screamed behind his gag for her to stop. If that wasn't enough, she'd pushed a rubber ring right up to hold the skin back. That had been really sore! He wiped a tear from his eye. Something told him she'd be seeing his privates again, probably very soon. "Oh look Bobby!" he heard the girl say. She was holding a sausage in her fingers. "It looks just like your willy!" She laughed and bit it in half. Bobby glared and was about to say something when Melanie turned and told her off. "Don't tease him Emma!" she said, trying not to laugh. "Boys don't like jokes about their private bits." She leaned against the sink. "I've got to go out for a few hours now so I want you to be good." She pointed to the window. "Whatever you do, don't touch any of the windows or doors. You'll set the alarm off." The children listened in silence. "There are hidden cameras everywhere so I'll know if you're behaving yourselves. You can play in the studios downstairs if you like." She looked at Bobby and smiled. "I don't want you to be nasty to Emma while I'm gone, and as for you young lady, no teasing!" She kissed them both and tickled them playfully between the legs before leaving.

JENNY By Tommy Part 5 Jenny opened her eyes and yawned, then stretched. For a few moments she thought she was in her own bed. Realisation hit her hard and her mouth felt suddenly very dry, tears already in the corners of her eyes. Try as she might, the memory of what had happened earlier seemed obscured in her mind. But but..? Yes, she remembered! Didn't she? Her face reddened as she remembered what the man had done to her. Her hand moved down between her legs. She was completely naked from the waist down! So sticky! Her hand stayed where it was, feeling her private bits, as though checking they were still there. She clenched her buttocks and shivered as a tingly feeling seemed to envelop half her body. So nice! If only she could be back home in her own bed, the drone of the television downstairs, the murmur of her parents' voices. She'd be able to 'explore' herself under the bedclothes and But not here, surely? Fully awake now, Jenny pulled off the sheet and looked at the clock. Half past three? She blinked and took the piece of paper lying nearby. What? That man! But? Blinking back her tears, she studied what was written. -- 'Jennifer, Take a shower and change into the clothes that are on the chair. You may drink the bottle of coke I left for you. At four o'clock, I expect to see you waiting for me as usual' -- She looked at the clock again, then re-read the note. Showerclothes? Why, oh why didn't he just let her go home? Why..why..? The water was warm and she stayed under the soothing jets for about ten minutes, soaping herself thoroughly, anxious to remove the stickiness she seemed to feel everywhere. Out of the bath, she dried herself and suddenly remembering about what had happened earlier, gingerly felt her buttocks. No, they seemed fine, certainly not sore. Now then, the clothes? What were these? Shorts? She picked up the blue garment and examined it. Yes, shorts, but seemed weird. The top? A white teashirt lay over the back of the chair and she quickly slipped it on. So tight! What was the time? He'd be back soon. Thrusting her legs into the shorts, Jenny half hopped, half ran to the bedside table and looked at the clock. Almost four o'clock! She pulled the shorts up and grimaced. What the..? Her hands moved round to her bottom. Oh no! She'd seen girls wearing shorts like this in pictures. Shorts so high, they left half the bum completely bare. In the pictures, the girls had looked nice and sexy. She didn't want to look sexy! The time! She heard the door open just as she got to the wall, thrusting her hands on top of her head, lifting herself up on tip-toes. Tom whistled softly. Fuck, she looked so good! Look at that arse! "Good girl, Jenny. Hmm, those shorts do look nice, don't they!" Jenny felt his hand pat her bottom and gasped. "Please" "No Jenny. If I want to play with your bottom, I will. Is that understood?" His tone was still friendly, but with a hint of impatience. Jenny swallowed nervously. "Y..es sir." "Good!" Tom cupped her lower bottom cheeks in his hands and squeezed gently. "Because I'm going to make you do a video now, all on your own, and I don't want to have to spank you before you start. It's not a school video, so you don't need a red bum. Understand?" Jenny nodded, tears already in her eyes. She wasn't sure she did understand, but she just wanted him to leave her alone. With his finger tracing the deep cleft between her buttocks, a soft tingling sensation had started. What..? "Yes sir." Tom stepped back and clapped his hands. "Right, turn round and I'll explain. Yes, take your hands down, but keep them by your sides. Good!" His eyes widened. The thin tight teashirt outlined the girl's small breasts to perfection. "It's all very simple." He pointed to a video camera already set up on a tripod, then at a point next to where she was standing. "You stand on that nice rug in front of the wall. Yes, that's right." He went to the table and plugged in a radio cassette player. "The camera is going to take a video for about fifteen or twenty minutes. When it starts, you'll see the red light come on." He smiled and checked the connection. Like the other cameras he used, it was programmed to slowly zoom in and out. "I have to go out for an hour, so you'll be on your own." He paused. Good idea of his to see how she used her own initiative. How would she do? "The idea is to make a very sexy striptease video." He nodded at the cassette player. "I'll put on some nice music in a moment. It starts quite fast, then gets slower. What you do is up to you, but it has to be sexy! When the music is fast, you can dance, then when it gets slower, you start taking off the shorts and teashirt." Jenny's mouth felt dry. Striptease? Sexy video? But? "Move slowly to the music and tease the camera. Use some of the positions that you used for the PE photos and show the camera everything. When the light starts flashing faster, you only have one minute left. Make sure you've taken everything off and try and finish with something special something really naughty!" He licked his lips. "Maybe using your fingers as well! When you've finished, you can put on the clothes there. The ones I've left on the bed." Tom pressed a few buttons and clapped his hands. "Right, I'm off." His eyes narrowed. "I hope for your sake, you do well Jenny. If the video isn't good enough, you'll have to start all over again, and I assure you I will NOT be happy!" The young girl watched in horror as the man turned and left, the heavy door clicking loudly behind him. The room became blurry as tears filled her eyes. No! Please! So disgusting! Striptease, so. Yes, women did it, she knew. She'd heard them mentioned on films. Men went to see ladies take their clothes off. But her? She was only twelve! It wasn't right was it? Memories of what had happened a few hours previously suddenly flashed by and she felt numb. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad would it? Perhaps.. A red light appeared on the camera and a second later, the room filled with loud pop music. She recognized it instantly as one of the favourite songs played at the last class disco. She clenched her fist, a tear running down one cheek. No, you have to! Come on Jenny! Her body moved in time to the music, hip gyrating like she'd seen the girls dance on television. Pouting at the camera, turning, twisting, licking her lips, trying to look . sexy? What other things? Oh yes! She wiggled her bum in time to the music, then bent over and looked at the camera between her legs. The frantic pounding of electric guitars was suddenly replaced by slower, sensuous music. Jenny choked back the tears. At least the man wasn't here to see her! Her hips moved from side to side, then in a circle. She ran her hands down across her small breasts. The girls on television had done that. Now then, what first? Shorts or vest? Hands shaking, she slowly lifted the tight vest up over her tummy. Come on Jenny, don't be silly. You must! The cool air on her small breasts and the knowledge that it was all being filmed made her tears flow faster. She sniffed and pulled the vest off over her head. Must keep dancing ! You'll make him angry! She bent down and ran her hands up the back of her legs and over her bottom. He'd like that surely! Now her shorts had to. No she couldn't! But she had to! The elasticated waistband slid easily over her hips. The feel of the material being pulled out of from between her buttocks made her lip tremble. So rude! She had her back to the camera and wiggled her bare bum. Now the front! Oh no! Her tears made the camera blurry. Shorts lowered more. Down to her knees. Her ankles. Off! Hands over her thighs, rubbing, swinging to the music. She shook her head. This was awful! But she had to do it! Swaying seductively, she ran her fingers over her breasts. Would he like that? She teased her nipples. A strong tingling made her jump. Oh yes, that was nice! But so, so wrong.surely? Turning around, she bent over again and stroked her hands over her pert bottom. Was this sexy enough? Hope so! The light was flashing faster! No! What should she do? One finger on her right nipple, stroking..oh yes..nice! Legs apart, other hand down there! Would that make him happy? Her hips swayed to the music, fingers gently rubbing.! Oh, that felt nice! Her breathing grew faster. Yes, he must like it! She opened her legs wider. Must keep him happy at all cost! Don't want to annoy him, to Everything stopped. The light disappeared. There was a click as the cassette player switched off. For a few seconds, Jenny remained as she was, finger still rubbing her tingling pussy, then reality took hold and she threw herself onto the bed, sobbing loudly. What had she done? It wasn't fair! So wrong! So dirty! When would she be allowed to go home? How long had she been lying there? What was the time? Suddenly aware of her nakedness, she rushed to the bathroom and splashed water on her breasts and privates, scrubbing hard as if it would remove all memories of what had happened. She looked in the mirror. Her eyes were red from tears. The clothes on the bed were slightly different from the others. A smart tartan skirt, white blouse and maroon jacket complete with some kind of school badge sewn on the front. Oh no! She picked up the red knickers lying underneath the blouse. Red again! Why? Even before she slipped them on, she knew exactly how they'd look on her. Why did he want her to wear them? They looked awful. No parent would ever allow their daughter to go to school with knickers like this! They outlined.everything! Swallowing hard, she put on the blouse and finished dressing. Smart, yes, even if the skirt was as usual a bit too short, and the blouse too tight! The time? He'd said one hour. She sighed and took up her usual position against the wall. When would it all be over? When could she go home? Why oh why..? The tears returned. She leant against the wall and closed her eyes. If only. "Stand up straight girl!" Her spine tingled with fear and she lifted her head. How long had she been waiting? "Turn around!" Tom nodded with satisfaction. Oh yes, she looked great! "Show me your knickers!" Jenny blushed and lifted the hem of her skirt, avoiding his eyes. Why.? "Okay, very nice." She saw the man fiddle with the camera and remove something from it. "We're going to take a few photos, a short video, then we'll call it a day." Tom opened a cupboard and took out a cardboard box. "Just got to find some toys and." Jenny watched him pull strange looking straps and ropes out of the box. What .? Her mouth felt dry. What was he going to do? What on earth was that red thing? Tom laughed. "Oh, here it is!" He glanced at the girl. "Turn round!" Jenny felt his large hands on hers and there was a click as the wristbands were connected. "Good girl. Now we just put this on and" A large red leather collar went round her neck. Jenny shook her head. "Sir..please..what are you.?" "Be quiet please!" Tom laughed. "It's only a collar. There we are! Too tight? No." He wiggled it around to check. No, that was fine. The fur lining ensured no chaffing against her neck. He took her hands gently and attached a short chain to the clasp on the straps. The other end he quickly clipped to a clasp on the back of her collar. "Wait a second, a bit higher!" Jenny felt her hands pulled higher up behind her and winced as his large fingers fumbled with the ring on her collar. "But sir, why do I have to have a collar and?" A hard pull on her collar shut her up. Tom turned her around and looked hard into her eyes. "I told you to be quiet Jenny!" he hissed, angrily. "Are you really so eager for punishment?" He saw the fear in her eyes and sighed. "Oh well, at least this should shut you up!" Jenny blinked her eyes and tried to focus on the object in the man's hand. A small ball? A red ping pong ball? What? "Open wide Jenny! It just pops in like this, and." The feel of the object on her teeth told her immediately that it was made of rubber. It was only as the man pushed it into her mouth that she noticed the thin straps attached. "No Iuggh" Tom carefully eased it past her teeth and smiled. "Sorry, it feels horrible at first, but you'll get used to it. No, stay still. Don't be silly!" He could feel the girl shaking with fear. "Calm down Jenny and breath slowly through your nose. You can still take breaths through your mouth if you try." His voice grew louder. "I said stand still and stop being silly!" Jenny sobbed and shook. Her knees felt like jelly. The straps attached to the red ball gag were tied tightly behind her head. She shook her head. This couldn't be happening! Please, no more! She was going to die! She couldn't breath! She was going to. "Right young lady, you're going to face the wall and stand there till you've calmed down. I never saw such a silly thing in all my life!" Tom guided her to the wall and tousled her hair. "Be a good girl, and it will come out after the photos. Make a fuss, and it stays in!" He patted her pert bottom under the skirt and laughed as she flinched. Stupid bitch! Well, at least he had a bit of peace from her annoying whining! Jenny stared at the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks. Slowly, the trembling stopped. So uncomfortable! She tried to move her arms a bit. Why had he pulled them so far up her back? The ball in her mouth tasted disgusting. The man had been right. Speech was impossible but she soon found that if she opened her mouth while pressing the ball hard with her tongue, she had just enough space to breath. "Okay, better now?" Strong hands held her shoulders and turned her around. Tom wiped the tears from her cheeks and grinned. "There, that's better. Now then Jenny, I know it was scary at first, but you see that it's not as bad as it looks, so I don't want any fuss from now on. Understood?" The young girl nodded her head. Anything, anything. Just as long as she could go home and "Good girl. Now I just want you to do exactly what I say while I take some photos. With any luck, we'll finish quite soon. Then we just have to do one short video and it'll be over for the day." Her heart sank. Another video? Oh no! Not another spanking! It was so painful! So very.. "Head up! Look at me! Good girl." Tom walked round, the flash illuminating the large room as he took photos from every angle. "Kneel down! That's right. Look down. Good! Stand up again!" He watched the girl stagger to her feet and laughed. "Nearly done. Now just a few with that skirt off. Just like.." Jenny felt his hand on the waistband of her tartan skirt and shook her head. Why "There, much better. Look straight at me! Great!" The cool air around her thighs made her shiver. How she must look! Especially with these knickers! She saw the man gazing at her and blushed. "Oh that's beautiful!" said Tom, laughing. "A nice red ball gag, red collar, and red knickers. Absolutely fantastic!" He laughed again. "Be even nicer when the knickers come down!" The girl's eyes widened. No! Not that again..please! "Don't be silly Jenny. You should be used to it by now." Tom took more photos, then paused, looking at the girl as if trying to make up his mind. "You know Jenny, I think we'll save that bit for tomorrow. Is that okay?" The girl nodded frantically. A small part of her brain tried to argue, reasoning that since the man had already seen her privates, it didn't matter did it? After all, her knickers would come down at some stage so why postpone the inevitable. "Yes, okay." Tom checked the time. "Right, let me get you untied." Having the rubber ball extracted from her mouth was almost as unpleasant as having it pushed in. The collar and chain removed, she rubbed her arms, wincing at the pain in the muscles. "Put your skirt back on" ordered Tom, impatiently. He clapped his hands together. "The last video today is a caning scene" he said, licking his lips. "The good news is that for this scene, you'll be allowed to keep your knickers on. Happy?" Jenny nodded, her tongue probing the inside of her mouth. It felt so strange after having the ball inside. A caning? "Yes sir." "Good. The bad news is that a caning is a bit more painful than a spanking, but I'll be as gentle as I can." He chuckled at his bare faced lie. "Let's go then." He saw the girl look down at her wrists. "No, I don't think I need to tie your hands together from now on. No need really. If you tried to open another door, the punishment would be worse than you could ever imagine, and in any case, they're all very well locked!" He led the girl back to the schoolroom noting with satisfaction how she seemed to have accepted her fate. Certainly no sign of any further tears. Though that would soon change! Jenny swallowed nervously and sat down at her small desk. A glance from the man and she quickly opened her legs. Why was he so obsessed with filming her there? Tom spent a few minutes checking his cameras and gazed at the girl obediently copying some text into her exercise book. Hmm, which position? Touching toes, bending over a chair, a desk..? Jenny heard her name called and jumped. Oh no please! Her hands trembled. The man was standing at his desk, shouting something about her behaviour. But? His tone changed and she saw him pick something up from his desk. A cane! She'd seen them a few times in old films. The handle was curved and she watched as he bent it almost double between his hands. "Take off you skirt please Jenny, and place it on my desk, folded neatly in half!" The room span. A tear ran down her cheek. Would it really hurt? How much? She undid the clasp and removed her skirt, carefully placing it on the large wooden desk as instructed. Tom nodded and quickly pulled her knickers up higher. Oh, that was beautiful! "Bend over and touch your toes!" Oh no please! Slowly, she did as he said. There was a pause. "Legs further apart please Jenny!" His voice was different. Tom laughed. "No we're not filming yet, but I have to put this camera down here between your legs. There we go. Okay!" He stepped back and gripped the remote control in his pocket. What a great idea to put one just there, looking up at her pussy, it wide angle lens occasionally getting shots of her face as well as the cane landing on her backside. He pressed the small button. All cameras were on. What a glorious sight! Her thrust out buttocks seem to fill the room and stretched her thin knickers to bursting point. "Next time I cane you, it will be on your bare bottom!" he boomed, playing the strict teacher to perfection. "Keep completely still. Any wriggling and you'll get extra!" Jenny grit her teeth. She felt the cane tapping her bottom. Surely it wouldn't be too bad? Surely A swishing sound followed by a sharp 'crack'. A feeling like a red hot poker pressed against her skin. "Owwwwww!" Her hands left her toes and moved in a flash to her throbbing backside. She straightened up, hips writhing. Tom enjoyed the spectacle for a few seconds. The first time was always the same. The sharp concentrated sting of a cane was completely different from that imparted by a hand or slipper and took time to get used to. Nevertheless, they did get used to it. After all, they had no choice! "How dare you move without permission!" he shouted angrily. "Bend over immediately! You do that once more, we'll continue with your knickers down!" For a split second he thought that she hesitated, then smiled as the girl once again assumed her position. The second stroke caught Jenny on the underhang of her bottom, the tip of the cane landing on flesh unprotected by her knickers. A shrill scream rent the air. "Noooo.please..it..it's" "One extra stroke for standing up, now another for talking" said Tom quietly. "That's a total of eight strokes." He ran the tip of the cane down her crease, enjoying her reaction. Jenny gripped her ankles and howled as the next stroke landed across her upper thighs. Mustn't let go! Mustn't stand! Had to stay still or" Another 'crack' and she saw her knuckles whiten. Such pain! So bad! So Tom aimed the next strokes carefully, not wanting them to overlap. What a fuss she made! The cane was one of the lightest he had. Oh well, she had to learn. Give her a week or two and she'd be taking a hard horsewhipping on the bare with hardly a murmur, like the girls before her. Though, not quite without a murmur, he thought, laughing to himself. After all, what were the gags for? The last two strokes fell in fast succession and he placed the cane back on his desk. "Okay Jenny, it's all over. Please stay in position while I rub some cream in your skin." Jenny felt his hands easing her knickers down slowly, the welcome feel of cool air on her hot skin overcoming her embarrassment. She lifted one foot, then the other, as the man removed them completely. Tom checked the cameras were still running. Yes, plenty of charge left. "There, better?" He spread the cold steroid cream gently over her buttocks. Had to be done quickly to stop any bruises from forming. His fingers moved down to her firm sweaty thighs, then up to the small of her back, ensuring the soothing cream reached every crevice. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he saw that her legs had moved a bit further apart. He grinned. Had she done this knowingly or was it a subconscious desire for his hands to stray back to that warm place that was no doubt begging for attention? His finger inched closer, delving between her legs, occasionally stroking her plump pussy lips. He could sense her frustration. Stupid girl! Must be so confused! Part of her wanting him to, yet another part repulsed. "Okay young lady, stand up!" The look on the girl's face spoke volumes and it was all Tom could do to stop himself laughing. "Hands on head, turn round, come on!" It took Jenny a few seconds to compose herself and realize that she was naked from the waist down. She cringed and clammed her legs together as if trying to hide her private areas from the camera. "Oh no you don't!" said Tom, his tone firm but kind. "Legs apart. Come on further!" Her face as red as her throbbing backside, Jenny obeyed, her lips trembling with shame. It had seemed so nice when his fingers had been . There, but now she was standing and facing him, it just felt so embarrassing! "Good girl." Tom shook his head slowly. "Jenny, you really must stop being so shy. You have nothing that I haven't seen a hundred times before." He clapped his hands. "Well, we're done for the day. Time for something to eat, a nice hot shower, then you can relax and watch some television. You'd like that would you?" Jenny nodded. The man sounded suddenly so friendly. "Y..yes sir." She blushed a deeper red. "Sir, can I.. er.. can I put my knickers back on now.. please?" Tom laughed. "Not yet Jenny. The red marks on your bottom won't disappear as fast if the skin's covered. Besides, you're going in the shower soon." He looked at his watch. "Come on then. I bet you're hungry!" He picked up her skirt and knickers and propelled the girl out of the door, his eyes on her plump, pert buttocks, decorated with thin red lines, chuckling quietly at the way the girl's blushes spread around her neck. Oh well, she'd get used to it. In the bedroom, Jenny was pleased to find herself being ordered to the table where she sat down obediently, while the man left to fetch her something to eat. At least he wouldn't see her privates. Her bottom was still sore and she could feel the weals throbbing against the wooden chair. The meal was delicious. For a few minutes she forgot where she was and concentrated on devouring the hamburgers that covered her plate. "Okay, there are some DVDs here if you want." Jenny looked round. The man had pulled a small television on a stand away from the wall and was fiddling with some cables. "Mainly kids stuff, so I'm sure you'll find something you like. Easy enough to use. Just switch on the television, press start. Should be easy!" Tom laughed and pointed to the clock next to the bed. "You can do what you want for the next few hours, but at ten o'clock, I want to see you standing next to your bed, showered and wearing your nightie." He paused and then smiled kindly. "You've done very well Jenny. I think if you carry on like this, we should get through the videos in record time." Jenny watched the man leave and took another bite of the burger. She felt the tears start and blinked them back quickly. No need crying now. Had to eat! Then. She looked at the DVDs and saw some of her favourite shows among the collection. Wiping her eyes she concentrated on filling her belly. At least she'd have a bit of time to relax. At least. Punctual as ever, Tom opened the door at ten o'clock and took a deep breath. The girl was standing as ordered, at the side of her bed, the short nightie barely covering her large buttocks, small titties visible through the thin black cotton. Jenny felt the man's eyes running over her body and shivered. She'd wanted so much to put her knickers on under the nightie. After all, she did at home, not that her mother would ever let her wear a nightie like this! "Beautiful, just beautiful" whispered Tom. He ran his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. "Hey, don't be scared" he said softly, noticing how she flinched. "You must be tired." Going over to the table, he surreptitiously sprinkled a few tablets into a beaker and filled it half with orange juice, swirling it in his hand till the powder dissolved. "Here, drink this!" He handed the beaker to the nervous girl and smiled. "It's been a long day, hasn't it. Time for bed, I think." He sat the girl gently on his knees and patted her leg while she drank. Shit, she was so sexy! The smell of her young clean body was intoxicating and he inhaled deeply, savouring the delicious aroma. The nightie had ridden up her thigh, leaving her modesty protected by only an inch of the soft material. His finger traced its way round to her inner thigh. He felt her stiffen. "Sshh, it's okay. Just drink the juice and relax." Had she nearly finished it? He saw her drain the beaker and chuckled to himself, his erection pushing hard against the girl's bum, straining to be free. Yes, she'd drunk everything. Good! Just give it a few minutes and How much had he put in this time? The tranquilisers would start first, then the rohypnol would kick in, followed by the muscle relaxants. Should be just enough. After all, he'd had the whole day to see the effects of the drugs on the girl. This time, he'd decided to use less of the tranquilisers but upped the rohypnol slightly. Should be fun. With any luck she wouldn't remember a thing tomorrow. Then, every day, lowering the amount he gave her till she didn't need them. Much better like this, than have a traumatised and hysterical girl on his hands for the next week. Oh no. Best save the real trauma for her final deflowering. Always so much fun! Till then of course, her bum would have to do. Ah yes! There was nothing quite like buggering a small girl! He remembered the diminutive ten year old he'd used last year. He hadn't used any drugs at all. What a fuss she'd made the first time! All that screaming and wriggling. Mind you, it had been rather fun. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he felt the girl relax in his arms. He took the beaker from her and kissed her cheek. He saw a smile appear on her lips. Bloody hell, she was under already! "Sleepy, are we?" Jenny yawned and nodded slowly. The room seemed to melt around her. Sleepy.. so sleepy. She felt herself being lowered onto the bed. Cool air wafted across her tummy. The man was taking off her nightie! She opened her eyes. He was smiling at her. Something stroked her right nipple. A delicious tingling ran through her body and she moaned quietly. What was happening? Was she dreaming? Please don't let it stop. So nice. So very A finger ran up her thigh and stopped at her mound. Electricity seemed to run through her. Oh Oh yes..please Strong hands turned her over onto her front and lifted her hips off the bed, pushing her legs under her until she was on her knees. "Stay like that, little one. Don't move. Just stay still!" Jenny buried her face in the pillow, pushing her hindquarters up higher, desperate for attention. She didn't have to wait long. Fingertips danced over her bottom, teasing her. Tom enjoyed the sight before him. He ran his finger up over the girl's pussy, chuckling at the way she moaned in pleasure. Another finger probed her tight little anus, eliciting another few squeals. Coating his fingers liberally with lubricant, he started to push deeper. Shit, she was hot! "Oh fuck!" Tom swallowed and quickly slipped his pants down. Couldn't wait any longer! His balls were about to explode! The rest of the lubricant was speedily transferred to his rock hard penis. Jenny felt the man holding her hips and stuck her bum up more. Something was still teasing her pussy. So delicious! So amazing! Now it was touching her bottom hole again. Please don't let the dream stop! It pressed harder. Much harder! What..? A trickle of sweat ran down Tom's face and he gripped the young girl's hips tightly. "Better than a goodnight kiss, isn't it" he snarled. He had the tip of his cock inside her. Time to give her everything. "Get ready to scream" he whispered, licking his lips. "As loud as you want, little one. No-one will hear, and with any luck, you won't remember a fucking thing!"

JAMIE BY TOMMY Part 7 The next few days passed with Miss Taylor continuing the same routine. She congratulated herself on the progress that the boy was making. Certainly he'd be at the top of the class when school started. She was amazed at how fast the bruising on his buttocks faded, concluding that it was due not only to the boy's vigorous state of health, but also the fact that his daily beatings must have already accustomised his backside to receiving such treatment. Although anxious to give his bottom time to recover, she had decided that on no account should she show greater leniency. The old leather tawse was put to work more frequently. If Jamie thought that only the palms of his hands would be red, he was very much mistaken. He learned very quickly that the back and sides of a boy's thighs were almost as ideal for spanking as the bottom, the latter, though being spared the cane, still felt Miss Turner's hand at least once a day. After all, she reasoned, at least with her hand, she could avoid the areas of his buttocks still marked by the Headmaster's cane. At first she had been apprehensive about using the martinet left by John, but having witnessed the various ways it could be applied, she was determined to put it to use on a regular basis. She also realised that, while it could quite easily be used across the buttocks, its true value lay in the way in which the thin leather cords could reach places inaccessible to other implements. It was also apparent that the optimum position to receive such chastisement was markedly different from that employed traditionally. To her delight, and to Jamie's intense embarrassment, she decided that the ideal solution was to have the boy lie on his back, at the end of an armchair or sofa with his bottom on the armrest and roll back, bringing his legs up over towards his shoulders. With the soft armrest supporting his lower back, he was in the perfect position. His hands behind his knees, the boy could pull his legs back until his buttocks were sticking straight up. Adding considerably to his embarrassment, she hit upon the idea of making him open his legs as wide as possible, a position which she found most definitely exciting, but one which caused Jamie to blush an even deeper red. She had spent a happy fifteen minutes getting the hang of how best to apply the martinet, taking care to moderate the force of the strokes and watching the boy's reaction carefully. Having the boy open his legs meant his buttocks were pulled slightly apart bringing his small puckered anus into full view. Both this area and his soft inner thighs soon felt the sting of the martinet albeit quite softly the first few times. At first, a few badly aimed strokes occasionally caught the boy's even more tender places. Jamie's squeals when this occurred worried her at first, but she quickly saw that no real damage was done. In fact, she soon became quite adept at aiming the martinet in such a way so the tips of a few cords always landed on these places. It also served as a warning and punishment if he wriggled or failed to keep his legs in position. His 'milking sessions' as she called them, became as much a part of his daily routine as the spelling and maths tests. Having resigned himself to the fact that he had no other choice, Jamie meekly accepted her daily examinations of his private parts, whether in the bedroom, bath, gym or school room. Miss Turner secretly enjoyed discovering his most erogenous zones and used them to spectacular effect while masturbating him. While his penis, anus and testicles were, as to be expected, extremely responsive to her caresses, she soon found that the sides of his scrotum were without doubt the most sensitive. Three days after his Headmaster's visit, the bruises had just about vanished. Watching the boy running around the garden, clad as ever, in thin tight vest and shorts, she heard the phone ring. This was probably Marjorie, she thought. It was nice of her to offer to take Jamie for a while. No doubt the boy's education would benefit from her friend's input. Thirty minutes later, she returned from the hall. The conversation had been long. She still couldn't believe the news. She sat down and shook her head. First the letter, now this. A lot to think about! Slowly she smiled, then started to laugh. What was the time? Goodness, no wonder she felt hungry. The poor boy must be starving. Opening the window, she called him in. "But, this afternoon miss?" asked Jamie, a fork halfway to his mouth. Miss Turner nodded. "Yes Jamie. As you know, Miss Stenton offered to take you for a while, and as it happens, she'll be passing in a few hours time with a friend." A look of apprehension crossed his face. She smiled. "So we have time for a bit more studying after lunch, then I have to pack a few things for you." Not that he'd need many clothes, she thought. "Miss Stenton has a lot of experience in teaching boys your age, and I think you'll benefit from some time with her." Jamie considered this thoughtfully. Of course, the truth was, he wasn't really thinking about Miss Stenton or the work he'd be doing with her. He remembered the look that her daughters had given him as they'd left and he shivered. "Well, if you've finished, I suggest you go and finish that story you were writing this morning." Miss Turner rose and started clearing the table. "Don't forget to use the dictionary to check spelling, oh, and best handwriting please!" She watched the boy leave the room and sighed. She'd miss him while he was gone. But he'd be back in four or five days. Then they'd have a few more weeks of holiday left before She wondered. The letter she'd received that morning had been from the local social services. It appeared that Jamie's foster parents would not be returning to England, the husband having been offered a permanent position out in Sydney. The letter had thanked her for taking Jamie over the holidays and had requested, apologetically, if she would consider keeping the boy until alternative arrangements could be made. Since Jamie had already started secondary education, the rules obliged them to avoid changing his school unless absolutely necessary. Given the rural nature of the local area, Miss Turner didn't think much of their chances of finding replacement foster parents at least not for many months. Much as she enjoyed having Jamie stay, she had certainly never entertained the idea of keeping him during term time. She took her teaching duties seriously and the copious amount of marking and preparation required in the evenings would leave her with little time for dealing with a growing boy. Thoughit would be fun! She grinned. Now, what was the time? She'd be here in two hours. They certainly had much to discuss! She looked around her. Wash up, get changed and then..? Did they have time? Of course. Turning on the tap she chuckled. After breakfast she'd given him a dose of the tawse on his hand and thrown another punishment sheet away. That had been hours ago. Some people liked to relax after lunch with a cigarette. Miss Turner shuddered. Filthy habit! What could be more relaxing than spanking a boy's bare bottom? Really, some people! "So it's all true then?" asked Miss Turner incredulously. "He really intends to do it?" Marjorie Stenton put her cup down and nodded. "Absolutely. Of course, John only made the decision this morning. Oh Joyce, he asked me to apologise for not telling you first, but he's been in meetings and" Miss Turner laughed. "No, that's okay. He must be rushed off his feet. Well, I must say it's really wonderful news. So, you're considering joining him. You as well, Barbara?" She looked at the other woman sitting opposite her. She hadn't seen Barbara Richards for almost ten years, but the woman had hardly changed. As slim and refined looking as ever, she sat rather stiffly, as though at attention. The private school she taught at obviously paid well, she thought. Barbara was wearing a most expensive severe looking black dress that hugged her slim figure and gave her the look of a lady that meant business. "Well, I thought about it very carefully, and.." Her friend laughed. "Oh yes Barbara, about five seconds I think!" Barbara nodded, her eyes shining. "Yes, I can't deny that the chance to work with John and so many other friends is not one to be missed." She glanced at Joyce and appeared to be pondering something. She sighed and looked at Marjorie. "I really think we should tell her!" Miss Turner looked confused. "I beg your pardon. Tell me what?" Marjorie grinned and gazed at Joyce, her face one big smile. "Before he left, John talked a little about his plans. I have to ask you a very important question!" John Slack's parents had, many years ago, made the acquaintance of a Mr Ballfour, a very successful, though modest businessman. Over years, he'd become a close friend of the family and had followed John's education closely. Although Mr Ballfour had feigned ignorance, John was sure that the disappearance of a large bank loan taken at university was all his doing. He'd been like an uncle to John and, when he'd admitted to inheriting his father's title of Lord, much to John's surprise, he had gone to great lengths to show that nothing would change. Lord Ballfour's interest in education was well known. It was perhaps only a few very close friends who knew or suspected that his interest was not just in the boys' minds! His death came as a shock to everyone. Having been only a close friend rather than family, John was surprised to receive an invitation to visit Ballfour's lawyer. The Ballfour Education Trust ran into millions. Provisions for capital expenditure, funds for immediate running costs and a substantial investment portfolio, the dividends providing a more than ample income for salaries and other expenses. The one stipulation had been for John to be given complete control of the trust in order to fund a private boarding school for orphaned boys. John had resigned his post immediately. Fortunately, the time still remaining during summer holidays meant he would not be required to return to the school where he'd only recently been appointed Head. If he had any doubts about his next course of action, he was pre-empted by another letter from the same laywer. Lord Ballfour, it seemed, had bought a large mansion shortly before he died. A codicile in his will requested the building and grounds to be included in the trust. John had his school! "Deputy Headmistress?" Joyce's mouth fell open in astonishment. "He wants me to be his deputy Headmistress?" Marjorie nodded and wiped a tear from her eye. "Of course. Obviously, he'll be there as much as he can, but he was worried that with so much to do with administering the trust, he wouldn't have time for the actual running of the school." She paused. "As for renumeration, he intends to place all salaries at twice the going rate." She glanced at her friend and tried not to laugh. "He wants to attract the 'correct' sort of teacher!" All three women exchanged slightly guilty, knowing looks. "Oh, and he wondered if perhaps Jamie might be one of the first boys to attend. After what you've told me about his circumstances, it sounds a very good idea, don't you think?" Miss Turner didn't reply for a few seconds, her head spinning. Headmistress private boarding school Jamie? "Er..yes, it does" she said at last. Then she smiled. "Sorry, but it quite took me my surprise. I never expected it..never" Barbara nodded. "I think it's a marvellous idea. We'll all be together-just like old times. Oh, and finally able to run a school exactly how we want!" She grinned. "Marjorie's been telling me about Jamie." Joyce blushed, but Barbara's eyes were sparkling. "I think you're going to make a first rate Headmistress. Boys are such a nuisance sometimes. You wouldn't believe how many I have to cane every day. The only thing to do is to apply stricter discipline! You obviously have the right approach with Jamie. From what I've heard, you've really taken him in hand. A firm grip, that's what's needed!" Joyce blushed an even deeper shade of red, then looked at Marjorie who was laughing. What on earth? She saw the look in their eyes and understood. Barbara certainly hadn't changed. Not in the slightest! She was about to say something when the door opened and Jamie entered, a pile of papers in his hand. "Miss, I finished the test and brought these down like you said." He saw the women and hesitated. Miss Turner smiled at him. "Oh come in Jamie. I'll introduce you." She took the papers and gave them to Marjorie. "These are those punishment sheets I was telling you about. I normally get through two or three a day." She saw the look in Jamie's eyes. "Miss Stenton has agreed to continue our little routine during your visit Jamie. I think it's very kind of her." Jamie didn't think so, but wisely held his tongue. He shook hands with Miss Richards and, seeing Miss Turner point to a plate, politely walked round offering everyone a biscuit. Barbara's eyes bulged as she took in the boy's attire. A short white teashirt hugged his young body, outlining the puppy fat he still possessed. His light blue shorts were the culmination of weeks of experimenting and were without doubt the very best that Miss Turner had ever produced. At the bottom they left at least two inches of his pert buttocks on show and disappeared mysteriously into his cleft. The front, as usual, meant that his little boy parts were outlined so perfectly that Barbara swore she could even see his foreskin. There was silence. "So, er, Joyce, how has Jamie been coping with his studies?" she asked at last, finally tearing her eyes away from the boy. "Oh, very well indeed." She smiled at the boy in question, busy on his third biscuit. "Healthy?" asked Barbara, gazing again at Jamie. Those shorts! So "Oh very" replied her host. She paused. "I was worried that he may have a torsion when he arrived, and I'm keeping an eye on him. So far though, everything seems fine." She noticed the twinkle in Barbara's eyes. "However, not having too much experience in these things, I'd be grateful for your opinion. I imagine that working in a boys boarding school, you must be quite familiar with this problem." Barbara nearly choked on her biscuit. It the truth were known, yes, she had much experience, but was rarely asked to engage in one of her favourite hobbies in such a direct way. "Yyes of course. It's a common complaint among boys of Jamie's age." She glanced at the boy. "Perhaps I could.." Jamie, engrossed in his biscuit had only just realised what his teacher was talking about. He reddened. Surely she wouldn't..? He looked at Miss Stenton. It had been so embarrassing last week when she'd held his" "Jamie, are you listening?" He looked up at his teacher. "I said, go over to Miss Richards and let her examine you. Now please, Jamie!" His throat suddenly dry, he walked over to the tall thin lady. Please don't let her, please don't! "Now then, we'll just slip these off for a second shall we?" He felt her bony fingers slide his shorts down, pulling a little harder to free the material wedged tightly between his buttocks. He stepped out of them and watched as she folded the shorts neatly and placed them on the edge of the chair. Cool air wafted between his legs making his small scrotum contract as if wishing to hide. He closed his eyes, hoping that perhaps, just perhaps, this was all a dream and the three ladies would fade away. He gasped as the lady's hand delved between his legs. Barbara sighed. "It's very difficult to examine the testicles when this happens. We need them a bit looser. Perhaps if you jump up and down a bit Jamie, you'll warm your body up. Can you do that please?" She pointed to his vest. "Hold your vest up to your tummy please. I don't want it to get in the way. Good boy. Higher please. Now a bit of jumping. That's right!" The three women watched with pleasure as the young boy jumped in front of them, his soft buttocks wobbling and jiggling about. Of course, had they waited a few minutes, the boy's testicles would have returned to their relaxed state. The day was warm. However, that would not have been nearly as much fun! Although his buttocks were no longer bruised, it was clear that he'd been spanked quite recently. Marjorie gazed at the boy's bottom and looked at her watch. A few more hours and she'd have him in her own home. She licked her lips in anticipation. "Okay, good boy, but bend your knees more when you bounce. You'll warm up a lot faster. Oh, and turn around this way. That's right." Barbara gently turned the boy so that the others had a better view. After all, she thought, it wasn't polite to deprive them of such a glorious spectacle. Joyce, already familiar with Jamie's exertions in the gym, hardly blinked. Marjorie stifled a gasp just in time. The corners of her mouth twitched. Jamie was engrossed in his exercise and was blissfully unaware of his penis flapping up and down as he jumped. Urged by Miss Richards to jump a little higher, it started to slap against his tummy. Marjorie exhaled slowly and felt her heart race. What a sight! She grinned. Perhaps they'd have time for a little PE lesson later when she got him to her own house. The girls were at a friend's party and wouldn't be home until quite late. Jamie suddenly became aware of what was happening and slowed down, his face crimson. "Miss, please..I." Barbara shook her head. "No Jamie, higher please! A few more minutes yet." Her fingers felt his little balls and he almost fell over. She smiled. "Oh Jamie, I'm sorry, it must be uncomfortable with that flapping all over the place. Here, I'll just" What happened next took even Miss Turner by surprise. Barbara caught hold of the boy's penis and held it firmly, her hand rising and falling slightly as he jumped. "There, that's better isn't it?" Jamie didn't think so at all, but a steely glint in her eye told him now wasn't the time to discuss it. Marjorie stared, her eyes almost popping out. Joyce raised her eyebrows and sat back in her armchair. She looked at Barbara with a new found respect. The woman had style! The look on Jamie's face was a sight to behold. Barbara seemed to be gripping the boy's young manhood quite firmly, yet looking closely, Joyce could see the woman's fingers moving, occasionally squeezing a little harder. She wondered if the boy was aware of what she was doing. No, probably not. "Hmm, I think you're warm enough now, aren't you?" announced Barbara, patting the boy's bottom. Joyce noted with delight that Barbara was still holding Jamie's penis. She chuckled quietly to herself. A woman after her own heart! Panting slightly, Jamie now had to suffer the indignity of having his scrotum examined while the others watched closely. The lady felt each little testicle in turn, squeezing slightly and asking him if it hurt. Why was she still holding his willy so tightly? It didn't feel at all unpleasant, in fact, quite the opposite, but it was just so embarrassing! "Here Marjorie, what do you think?" asked Barbara at last. She pulled the boy between them. "I don't think there's anything serious, but it's probably best if you check his testicles occasionally while he's staying with you. Oh, and it's easier if you hold his little thing out of the way while you examine them." Before Jamie could protest, Miss Stenton's hand had replaced her friend's and was gently pulling him closer. He looked at her in dismay. This wasn't happening- was it? Now the other lady was holding his willy. It just wasn't fair. If only. He jumped as she gripped his delicate little balls and began feeling them. "Hmm, I think you're right. I wonder if they've descended correctly." She tickled them with the tips of her fingers. "I'll certainly be keeping an eye on them while he's with me!" She gripped his willy harder and patted his balls with the palm of her hand. "Oh for goodness sake Jamie, stop fidgeting. Stand still!" Marjorie poked the left testicle and frowned. "Christine was asking me about that yesterday." The others looked at her in surprise. She saw their expressions and laughed. "Well, I took your advice Joyce, and told her she can start helping me when we have boys visiting for private tuition. I must say, she's taken it all very seriously. I caught her reading our medical encyclopedia yesterday. All about the reasons for circumcision, oh, and undescended testicles. Apparently a very common complaint." Jamie felt her release him and pat his bottom. "Do they feel descended to you Joyce?" For a second, Jamie's teacher didn't answer. She was staring, as were all the ladies, at Jamie's penis, which, having spent the good part of ten minutes being held firmly by the ladies' hands, was now celebrating its freedom by standing stiffly to attention. Its freedom was short lived. Miss Turner, acting as if nothing had happened, gently pulled the boy to her and continued the pattern that her friends had started. "Well, to be honest, I'm not sure" she said after a pause. "Jamie, if you don't stand still, I'll spank you!" The boy stopped his wriggling and tried to pretend that the other ladies weren't there. "As for requiring circumcision, well, I don't think Jamie has a problem." Releasing her grip on Jamie's penis, she opened her hand to illustrate her point. "The reason some boys have tight foreskins is because they are not supervised in the bath." To Jamie's intense embarrassment and to the ladies' obvious delight, Miss Turner demonstrated her point by sliding the boy's foreskin up and down, uncovering his pink glans completely. "As you see, it's a lot easier if he has an erection and allows me to ensure that everything is washed correctly." Her hand closed tightly around the boy's throbbing manhood, and she gave it a little squeeze. Marjorie shifted in her seat and hoped her excitement wasn't too obvious. How she looked forward to giving him a bath later! Hopefully, before her daughters returned. Yes, it had been fun bathing the other little boys who occasionally stayed, but none were as well endowed as young Jamie. He'd be going to bed tonight with a very clean willy. She'd make sure of that! "So Christine's helping you now, is she?" continued Miss Turner. She stroked the back of Jamie's scrotum and felt his penis jerk. She tightened her grip. "Oh, she's marvellous!" replied Marjorie. "It means that I have more time to myself. We had a little boy staying a few days ago and I was able to go into town and leave him with her." She smiled at the memory. "Of course, I have to allow her complete authority to act as she sees fit, but she seems to take it very seriously. He played up a bit when she tried to give him a bath and used some very bad words, so after the bath I gave her permission to cane him." She paused. "I don't think I had much choice. Besides, he certainly didn't try that again! I made her practise on a cushion before she used it on him. She's really quite good you know. You should have seen the boy's face when he saw her with the cane!" Joyce laughed and gave Jamie's penis another squeeze. "Well, I'm so pleased that she's helping you now." She let go of the boy's throbbing manhood and raised her eyebrows, pretending to be surprised. "Oh Jamie, I'm sorry. Don't be embarrassed. I know it's not your fault. It's all this attention your privates have been getting isn't it?" Despite her kind words, her other hand never left the boy's testicles. Marjorie gazed at the boy's erection and felt a tremor run through her body. Barbara shook her head. "Marjorie told me about what happened last time she was here. We have similar problems all the time at our school. As soon as they reach puberty they start playing with themselves. You have to nip it in the bud immediately!" She sighed. "I can't say I agree with your ideas on controlled masturbation, but I suppose it's one way of dealing with it. We use the old fashioned way at our school." A smile flickered across her lips. "A few spot checks soon gets the message across!" Miss Turner looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" Barbara grinned. "Well, we have a rule that whenever a teacher blows her whistle, all boys have to immediately stand up straight. No matter what they're doing, or where they are. They have about one second. We try to make the checks random, though generally just after they've gone to bed, first thing in the morning, when they're in the bath and so on." Joyce nodded. This was interesting. Barbara continued. "The boys know exactly what we're checking, so when they hear the second whistle, they have to lower their pyjama trousers and lift their tops up, ready for inspection. We check each boy for signs of self-abuse and look at their bedclothes. Boys with partial or full erections receive twelve with the slipper. Those whom we suspect of self abuse are put on report for a month, and any boy actually proven to have abused himself is severely caned and does PE in the nude for two weeks." Her eyes narrowed. "They learn pretty fast to control themselves I promise you!" "What does 'put on report' actually mean?" asked Joyce. She glanced at Jamie and smiled. "Oh, they simply have to show a small class diary to the teacher at the end of every lesson. The teacher checks that the boy doesn't have an erection and puts a cross in a box. They're supervised a bit more carefully in the showers, and have to be inspected before getting dressed in the morning." Joyce considered this. "I suppose when you're dealing with a large number of boys, there may be no other option." She tickled the sides of Jamie's scrotum and felt him flinch. His penis hardened even more in her hand. "But the problem is Barbara, that the sexual tension doesn't just go away. No doubt those boys are wasting a lot of time thinking about how to indulge in their disgusting habit without getting caught." Barbara shook her head. "I see your point, but what else can we do? After all, we'll have to decide on how to handle this soon. John wants to open his school as soon as possible. He was talking about three months. Optimistic I agree, but he's already got the work underway." "Hmm, you're quite right. We have to think about this" replied Joyce. "Personally, I've found my technique works very well." Gently caressing Jamie's balls with her right hand, her left hand moved behind him. She patted his bottom. "A few minutes, once a day, and all tension disappears. He's then free to concentrate on his work instead of being obsessed with playing with himself. I take it very seriously. He's not allowed to do it himself and has to ask permission before, er, allowing his milk to spurt." She smiled at her choice of words. "It also helps with discipline. He has to learn greater self-control!" Jamie never remembered what exactly triggered it. Miss Turner's fingers suddenly stroked the sides of his balls again. Her other hand, having patted his bottom, gently eased his buttocks apart. A finger pressed against his tight little anus and slid inside. He saw stars. Bright stars everywhere. He was pure electricity, his energy released as the bomb between his legs exploded. The world ceased to exist. Time stood still. Silence. Outside he heard a bird singing. The faint rumble of a lawnmower far away. He opened his eyes. A ray of sunlight streamed through the window catching the silver buttons on Miss Richards' dress. Funny! Where had those two extra buttons come from? Her mouth was wide open, a look of horror and disgust on her face. As he watched, the two sticky drops of semen slowly started to trickle down across the expensive black material. His world came crashing down. All three ladies started to talk at once. Miss Turner apologising and rushing out for a damp cloth and tissue paper, Miss Richards obviously shocked but trying not to make a scene, Miss Stenton fussing round like a hen. A loud slap on his bottom reverberated around the room. Miss Turner glared at him angrily. "Over there in the corner, hands on head facing the wall. Now!" Had poor Jamie not been quite so overcome with the chaos around him, he might have noticed the twinkle in her eye. Certainly he never saw the look that passed between the ladies, or the effort Miss Stenton put into keeping her features composed. Even Miss Richards, seeing the boy in the corner with his back to them, grinned at her friends and took another piece of tissue from Joyce. "Jamie, come here please!" Miss Turner ordered. She surveyed the young boy before her, his young smooth genitals looking decidedly sorry for themselves. His penis had diminished dramatically in size and looked as if it was hanging its head in shame. Jamie himself had a tear running down his cheek. He'd embarrassed his teacher in front of guests. Of course she was going to punish him, and his buttocks twitched in anticipation of the caning he was sure he'd soon be receiving. Only, not in front of the others please! There was something about being punished in front of the other ladies that filled him with dread. "You have behaved in a disgusting way Jamie, and I'm shocked at your lack of self control." She looked at her watch and sighed. Miss Stenton and Miss Richards have to leave in exactly ten minutes, but I cannot allow you to go with them without receiving some punishment for your carelessness. Go upstairs and wash yourself. You have two minutes!" She watched the boy start to leave and smiled. "Oh, and Jamie, bring the martinet with you!" Returning a few minutes later, Jamie saw the three ladies standing in the middle of the living room. A large armchair had been pulled away from the wall. His heart missed a beat. She wouldn'tno! Not in front of everyone surely? They watched the boy's expression with interest. Marjorie checked her watch again. She tried hard to suppress a smile as Jamie entered. What a lovely little boy he was! His penis looked so sweet. She shivered. He would be sleeping in her house tonight! Barbara's eyes narrowed. She had no doubt what would be happening had this occurred with her in charge. The boy was getting off lightly! Just wait till they opened the new school! Taking the martinet that seemed to be burning his hands, Miss Turner pointed to the armchair. "Into position please Jamie. I don't want to take all day over this." Jamie burst into tears. "Please miss, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean my my milk to shoot out like that miss." He looked up at her and wiped his eyes. "Pleasenot in front..not in front of them..please miss." His teacher looked at him and smiled. She saw her friends gazing at the martinet in her hands. "Listen Jamie, you know you deserve it and believe me, you will get into position." She lowered her voice and tousled his hair. "I'll tell you what" Her voice was softer now. "If you stay in position and don't make a fuss, I promise you I won't say anything to Mr Slack about this, okay?" His eyes grew wider. Mr Slack? He'd forgotten all about his Headmaster. "Besides Jamie, the martinet is punishment for your complete lack of self control. You have also ruined a very expensive dress and I think it appropriate that either Miss Richards or Miss Stenton should punish you for that later. I am sure that your behaviour now will influence their decision on how best to punish you. So I suggest you be a good little boy and stick that bottom up now!" A tear ran down his cheek and fell onto his teashirt, now the only garment he still wore. Blushing fiercely, he sat on the edge of the chair and rolled backwards, his hips held up at an angle on one arm of the chair, the other supporting his head. Choking back the tears, he brought his legs up toward his shoulders and grasped them just behind the knees. "A bit more please Jamie!" Miss Turner felt the thin cords of the martinet and grinned at her friends. "The idea is to get his bottom as horizontal as possible. It makes it a lot easier. Then I apply the martinet longways, up over and between his buttocks, rather than sideways. Far more effective!" They nodded in agreement, stuck for words at the marvellous spectacle before them. Joyce chuckled. "Almost ready I think. Just one thing more" "Wide apart Jamie! Come on!" She tapped his thigh. The ladies could almost feel the boy's intense embarrassment as he opened his legs further. "A bit more! Pull them back more as well. Quickly Jamie, we don't have all day!" She looked down at him and smiled. Was there a position on earth as humiliating and subservient as this for a young male? His most private possessions on show and displayed for inspection and punishment? With the buttocks now pulled slightly apart, his little anus peeped cheekily up at her. Lowering the martinet over him, she allowed the cords to dangle between his buttocks, stifling a laugh as his anus twitched frantically as she teased it. Marjorie and Barbara moved a little closer to get a better view. Barbara looked first at the boy, then at her friend holding the martinet. This was amazing. She was really quite jealous. Perhaps, when they opened the new school they could Hmm, something else to discuss! Marjorie stood transfixed. The delicious tingling that had started earlier, now reached an almost unbearable level. She bit her lip and took deep breaths. This was beautiful! If only she could hold out a few more minutes. No matter how late they were, there was no way she could leave without a quick visit to the bathroom. Oh yes, it would be quick, very quick! Miss Turner saw Barbara look at her watch. "Gosh, I'm so sorry" said Joyce, checking her own watch. She ran the cords up over the boy's bottom and across his genitals, watching with amusement as his scrotum contracted slightly. "I had planned to give him about nine strokes, but perhaps under the circumstances, I'll just give him a few and you can take the martinet and finish his punishment when you get home. That is, if it's okay with you." Marjorie almost climaxed there and then. "Er, yesII think that's a very good idea. How about you Barbara?" Her friend nodded and tried to keep her voice steady. "Excellent idea!" She saw Joyce dangle the cords over the boy's anus again and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. Having left her own car at Marjorie's house, she'd planned to leave as soon as they got back. However, perhaps she'd stay just a little longer! Seeing Joyce suddenly wink at them, the two ladies realised what was happening. Despite his embarrassment and the knowledge of what was going to happen, the effect of the martinet cords tickling his anus was slowly making his penis stiff again. They watched mesmerised as the boy's foreskin slipped slowly across the tip of his penis allowing the glans to pull itself free. "Amazing creatures boys!" muttered Barbara, shaking her head. "I think I know how to get rid of that!" announce Miss Turner. She raised the martinet. There was a brief pause, then she whipped the cords down hard exactly in the middle of his bottom. There was a high pitched squeal from the boy as a few cords found their way deep between his buttocks. His thigh muscles rippled as he fought the urge to close his legs. He'd already found what happened if he didn't stay in position. The last thing he wanted was for his teacher to whip him there! The second stroke fell in the same place and they watched open mouthed as the boy's buttocks writhed frantically, clenching and unclenching as if trying to protect his sensitive anal area from the whip. His legs moved a little closer together. Immediately, Miss Turner dangled the cords over his testicles. He got the message and forced his knees further apart, opening his tear filled eyes and gazing up at her in desperation. "Please miss, not there, please miss.." "You know the rules, Jamie" she almost whispered. "Almost finished. Be a brave boy and keep your legs wide apart until I say!" She turned to the others. "He didn't stay in position, so this one doesn't count." They watched her raise the martinet and pause slightly, before whipping it down again, this time, further up. Some of the cords nipped his scrotum and he almost jumped off the chair. Miss Turner sighed. What a fuss! The whipping was, she felt, very light, and not nearly as painful as a caning. She gazed at the lily white skin in the cleft between his thighs and genitals. Perfect for the martinet! She saw his knees move closer again and chuckled. Smiling at her friends, she dangled the cords over the boy's penis. "Am I going to have to pull your foreskin back Jamie?" The words had an electrifying effect. Grasping his knees tightly, the boy immediately stopped his whining and opened his legs wider than ever. Seeing the looks on their faces, she explained. "Every time he moves his legs closer together, he gets a little reminder." They gazed at the cords teasing the tip of his willy. "The first, as you saw, is applied on his testicles, but the second I prefer to be on his penis." She lowered her hand and tapped the boy's manhood, now a fraction of its former size. "Preferably with his foreskin pulled right back. Make sure he gets the message!" Jamie looked up, his eyes pleading. "Miss, please." She laughed. "Okay Jamie, get up. I really mustn't keep our guests any longer." They watched the young boy extricate himself from his embarrassing position. Miss Turner handed him his shorts and gave the martinet to Marjorie. "I think another six or seven should do the trick" she said, watching the boy pull his shorts up. Marjorie nodded, trying to keep her features composed. "Oh, I almost forgot. I put some homework Jamie's been doing in his bag. There's a tape measure there as well." Marjorie blushed. She'd already heard about his little project. Sending Jamie to check everything was in his small bag, she turned to her friend and smiled. "If you want plenty of work out of him Marjorie, I do suggest you continue his daily ..er..milking sessions. They really are very effective you know." "Yes, of course. I don't see any problems there" replied Marjorie. A thin smile appeared on her lips. She'd make sure Jamie was milked regularly. But only once a day? She had her own ideas on the matter. A certain amount of experimentation was in order! The good byes were said. Miss Turner hugged Jamie tightly. "You make sure that you work hard young man" she said, tousling his hair. "Be good, oh and be polite to Miss Stenton's daughters. Christine will be in charge some of the time, so better do as she says!" Marjorie laughed. "Oh I'm sure they'll get on well together. Christine's promised to help me." She winked at Joyce. "Knowing Christine, she'll take him in hand pretty fast. She did say how much she was looking forward to him coming!" Miss Turner waved goodbye and closed the door. Oh yes, she was sure that Christine would soon take him in hand!

The Happy Headmistress By Tommy Part 2 "So where's Elizabeth now?" asked Joyce Turner in exasperation. Marjorie shook her head. Usually the Headmistress joined them for a drink after dinner in the evening. "Still talking to someone on the phone when I last saw her" she replied. Joyce sighed. A tall angular woman, her thin figure and straight black hair were in stark contrast to Marjorie's slightly plump shape and curly brown hair. She drained her glass. "Probably Joan, her sister. I heard she'd like to organise another get together for you, me and Elizabeth at half term. You know she likes to discuss the next intake of boys" Marjorie grinned. "Oh that's fantastic news!" She blushed. The visits to the private school run by Elizabeth's sister were organised twice a year and both Marjorie and Joyce looked forward to them far more than they'd admit to the other staff. "Er, I suppose she'd like to see some of the boys as well. She usually takes about three from us every year, doesn't she?" Joyce nodded. "She took four last time. I think she wants the same number this year." For a few seconds, her eyes closed as she recalled the last visit, the tingling between her legs growing stronger. Joan was quite picky about accepting new pupils and always went to great lengths to ensure that the potential candidates measured up to her expectations. "She really is the most perfect host, isn't she?" remarked Marjorie, seeing the look on her friend's face. "I love the way she makes a different boy look after us every day, remember?" "Oh yes!" Joyce blushed. She licked her lips. "Such a nice gesture." Their 'personal valets' as they were called were quite simply boys chosen by the headmistress to help her guests during their stay. Aged between twelve and eighteen, they had orders to remain with the ladies every hour of the day and night, attending to their every need. Marjorie nodded. "They do grow so fast, don't they! I was amazed when I saw how the boys from our school had changed. I remember most of them when they were tiny seven year olds here!" "Yes. I do like the way she organises those line-ups so we can examine them in detail" said Joyce. "The boys don't seem embarrassed in the slightest. She certainly has them well trained." Marjorie giggled. "Remember when she asked us to help her check that the older boys had been shaving properly?" she asked. "I must say that it's an excellent idea not to allow any pubic hair while they're at the school. Much cleaner!" "Hmm, I remember that!" Joyce said nostalgically. "So funny some of the positions they had to adopt so we could examine them properly. Oh, and the way that they all had erections as soon as we started checking them! Some of those boys were enormous!" "Well, it did make it easier to check that there no hairs on their penises" said Marjorie. "Joan was very strict about that. Even one little hair earned the boy a hard caning. Then he had to be shaved by a teacher for the next month. Now that must be embarrassing! I think that was one of the few times when the boys were actually allowed to have erections." She sighed with pleasure. "Remember the arousal tests?" Joyce nodded and giggled. "Gosh, yes. How could I forget?" She shifted slightly. The tingling was so strong! "We have one minute to try and elicit an erection, and the boy has to resist. From what I remember, we did quite well. I mean it's just a matter of finding their 'sensitive' spot isn't it. I remember one boy who managed for almost the full minute. I think he had just ten seconds to go when I tried stroking the sides of his testicles and his penis shot up like a rocket!" She laughed. "Boys who had only partial erections had to take a cold shower. He got six hard strokes of the cane, and a dose of the martinet on his naughty privates!" "You know that Elizabeth is thinking of introducing arousal tests here, well, at least for the boys in the final year?" said Marjorie. "I think it's a good idea. The boys have to learn self-control!" Joyce thought for a few seconds. "Yes, good idea. Perhaps not for all the boys, but certainly for those we want to send to Joan." She frowned. "How many do we have this year?" "Oh don't worry Joyce" said Marjorie, smiling. "Four boys in the final year and there's plenty in the pipeline." She laughed. "I was with young Paul earlier. He's definitely down as a possible candidate." "Hmm, I know. It is pretty obvious, isn't it!" They laughed and Marjorie poured them both another glass of Cointreau - their favourite tipple. "I decided to let him watch when I spank Craig tonight" she said. "Craig tripped him over in the playground. Should be interesting. A chance to investigate further. I told him I'll have to make his bottom red so Craig doesn't suspect anything. " Joyce nodded. She understood immediately. "Yes, I know all about Paul. He gets erections so easily, doesn't he! I sometimes feel a bit sorry for him, getting caught by Benson so often. She's as crazy as a march hare, that woman!" The description of the elderly Mrs Benson made Marjorie laugh. "I know, I know. She's far to stupid to see what it is that makes him hard, either" Marjorie said, wiping her eyes. "It's so obvious that he likes looking at other boys, especially if they've got sore bums!" It was Joyce's turn to laugh. "Yes, not difficult to hide, is it!" She paused, an evil grin on her face. "You know Marge, I've just had an idea. There's a boy in the year above, Benjamin, who's very close to Paul. You must have noticed, surely!" Marjorie nodded. Yes, Benjamin was another on their list of possible candidates. A large boy, rather like Craig, though with a very different character! A very quiet boy, she'd seen him many times playing with Paul, usually on their own, away from the others. "Well" continued Joyce, "There's definitely something between them." Marjorie didn't ask any questions. Over the years they'd both learned to trust each others judgement implicitly. "I know what you're going to suggest" said Marjorie, grinning. "Get him and Paul together tonight and see if I can push them along a little further!" Joyce nodded. "Exactly. I'll get Benjamin to come to your office five minutes after Craig. Shouldn't be difficult to think of a reason." "Sounds great!" said Marjorie, finishing her drink in one gulp. "It would be great if we could get them both accepted to Joan's school. You know how she enjoys watching the boys having fun!" ------------ Come on, come on! Towels back on their hooks, Outside and pyjamas on! Right, you next! In the shower. Don't look like that Jeffrey, it's not that hot! Quickly Daniel! I don't want to stand here all evening!" Mrs Benson stood near the door of the large shower room, herding boys in and out, occasionally stopping one or two to check behind their ears... and a few other places. A 'controlled pandemonium' was how some teachers described the scene. She glanced behind her and sighed at the sight of another ten naked little boys waiting their turn. Thankfully, she wasn't on dormitory duty tonight. She checked her watch. Another twenty minutes and she could escape to the comfort of her own small rooms and a large bottle of gin! "Quickly Paul!" She glanced at the cheeky faced boy drying his hair. "Oh, Miss Stenton wants to see you. Better run along!" She grinned as he ran past her to his dormitory for his pyjamas. Yes, young Paul would be going to bed with a sore bottom, she had no doubt about that. Wonder what he'd done this time. Paul slowed for a second at the door and looked at the boys lined up waiting to come in. He saw Craig prodding the boy in front of him. What a nasty bully! Never mind. Miss Stenton would sort him out! At the back of the queue he saw Benjamin, his best friend. He winked. He'd already told Benjamin about what Miss Stenton had proposed and the two had joked about nothing else during supper. Benjamin smiled and winked back. Paul shivered. They'd shared so many secrets over the years and he knew what was going through Benjamin's mind. What a shame his friend couldn't watch with him. Never mind. They'd have a long talk tomorrow at playtime and he'd tell Benjamin all about it. He knew the effect it would have! It was so funny when Benjamin's thing went hard! The strange thing was, Benjamin didn't seem embarrassed at all. He even liked having it felt under his shorts! Of course they had to be careful nobody saw. That would be a disaster! Benjamin blushed and averted his eyes. Lucky Paul! He remembered their hushed conversation at dinner. Gosh, his willy had gone hard straight away when Paul told him about what Miss Stenton had said. Oh yes, and Paul had known what would happen. As in so many times before, it had only taken a few seconds before Paul's hand had disappeared under the table to give Benjamin's stiff willy a squeeze. Benjamin had giggled and waited a few minutes before doing the same to Paul. Mrs Benson yawned and cast her eye over the wet laughing schoolboys milling around. At least a third of the boys had marks on their bottoms, ranging from light red patches indicating a recent spanking all the way to vivid lines of red and dark bruised skin, proof of a particularly hard caning in the Headmistress' office. She grunted. Should be more than a third! Firm discipline, that's what they needed! Dirty little things! "Wait!" The tall, thin nine year old about to skip out of the door felt Mrs Benson's hand on his shoulder and stopped. Saun felt his ears examined and the customary intake of breath that always followed whether they were spotless or not. He held his breath. Not there, please! He hated it when she... "Bend over!" Mrs Benson surveyed the small bottom sticking up in the air and parted the buttocks, squinting to examine the boy's small puckered anus for a few seconds. Not to be found in any of the school rules, personal hygiene was nevertheless taken extremely seriously and frequent spot checks were mandatory. "Okay, up!" Sean stood, his face already red at what he knew would follow. He didn't have to wait long. What they were expected to wash and how, had been explained to them in their first days at the school, with most boys receiving rather painful reminders when required. Large rough fingers gripped the tip of his small penis and he winced as they slowly pushed the tight foreskin back over the glans. Not that it was overly tight of course. The monthly medical checks saw to that! "This hasn't seen a drop of water!" barked Mrs Benson angrily. Sean felt his penis released, but relief was short lived as his two small testicles were suddenly clasped in an iron like grip. "So what's it to be Saun?" asked Mrs Benson, a glint in her eye. "A visit from Mr Whippy or a visit to the Headmistress?" Sean bit his lip, trying not to cry. He'd chanced it and lost! Why had he been so stupid? "M..Mr Whippy please, Mrs Benson" he replied meekly. "Good. Thirty minutes!" She watched the boy run off and chuckled. It would be Sean's second time. How the boys hated her little 'Mr Whippy'. Her preliminary short talk on the importance of hygiene was embarrassing enough for the boys, especially when her fingers started pinching and prodding the parts in question, but it was her small home made martinet 'Mr Whippy' as she called it, that they hated the most. Ten thin cords tied onto a short handle, perfect for getting the message across. It had been Joyce who'd given her the idea. She'd even recommended the position to use: on their backs, gripping their legs well apart and over their head. How they squealed when the cords reached those 'hidden' places! But she knew that although exquisitely embarrassing for the boy, the pain would be relatively mild compared to what they'd receive from Miss Hadley! Mrs Benson chuckled. Her evening was going to get off to a good start! Her eye fell on Trevor, a small eight year old in the corner of the room. As usual, she allowed two boys per shower cubicle and Trevor was with Simon, a boy in his own class. She licked her lips evilly. The filthy little boy! "Trevor, come here!" The shower room echoed with her voice. Some boys looked round. Others, used to her routine, barely noticed. The scared little boy stepped out and walked slowly across the white tiled floor. He saw where her eyes were pointing and groaned. He hadn't even realised his thing was sticking up! He couldn't help it. It just did that sometimes. Please, not now! Why him? Mrs Benson, either ignorant of, or ignoring the effect of temperature changes, full bladders and a variety of other stimuli on a boy's vascular system, stared at the diminutive child and folded her arms. "When you've finished your cold shower, young man" she said, indicating to Simon to vacate the cubicle, "you and I can have a little chat in my office." She saw the fear in his eyes and smiled. How she enjoyed terrifying the little ones! "Then I'm sure you'll want to visit the Headmistress tomorrow to explain your behaviour. I'm sure that Miss Hadley will get her message across far better than I ever could! Trevor made his way back to the shower, tears already streaming down his face. Despite his young age, he'd already learned the hard way that it was useless to argue with Mrs Benson. It merely made the episode in her office even more unpleasant, not to mention what she might say to Miss Hadley in the letter that he knew he'd be taking her tomorrow. He knew exactly what Miss Hadley would do, and his bottom twitched. The last visit had been excruciating! Even before the cold water hit his skin, the cause of Mrs Benson's wrath was already a fraction of its former size, hanging its little head sadly between his thighs. The teacher in question surveyed his tears with no emotion whatsoever, apart from a feeling of pleasure that her evening would be further livened up by yet another pair of small buttocks to redden before she retired for the night. ------------ Paul pulled his thin pyjama trousers up more and checked that the top was buttoned correctly. He knocked quietly at the door. "Come!" Her office was large and tastefully decorated with very much an old worldly charm. Dimly lit, it resembled more a small living room or comfortable study, with a huge bookcase dominating one wall and grandfather clock ticking in the corner. Miss Stenton was sitting at her large mahogany desk, reading. Paul looked around him. He knew this room well, having had reason to visit it at least once a month. The large chair in front of her desk - the spanking chair as it was called by the boys- and the long sofa against the wall. On at least half the times he'd had to visit her office, there had been another teacher sat there, usually Miss Turner. Next to the sofa stood a tall wardrobe, the middle shelf of which, as all the boys knew, held a collection of implements which Miss Stenton often used during the spankings when she felt the palm of her hand was insufficient. "Pyjamas off, face the wall!" said Miss Stenton, without even looking up. Paul swallowed nervously. She had said it would be pretend, hadn't she? He walked gingerly over the soft axminster carpet and removed his top, folding it neatly before placing it on the long coffee table in front of the sofa. Miss Stenton's habits were well known by the boys. Although, when in a hurry, she occasionally spanked boys with just their pyjama trousers pulled down, most of the time she insisted on everything being removed, followed by a short period of waiting. His thin cotton trousers followed and even his slippers, which he placed carefully next to one of the table legs. Marjorie looked up and smiled at the sight of the nude little boy facing the wall, hands on his head. She stood up and walked round to the other chair. "Come on then!" Paul tuned and trotted over, an embarrassed grin on his face. Her tone had been friendly! "Well then, I think Master Craig will be here in a few minutes, so maybe we should get you ready, hmm?" She held his hands in hers and winked. "Oh, and I almost forgot. Benjamin should be here soon as well." She pretended not to notice his look of surprise. "I talked to Miss Turner and she thought that Benjamin might like to join our little group as well." She frowned. "Isn't Benjamin a friend of yours?" "Yes miss. My best friend!" answered Paul, his eyes shining. "Will he be allowed to watch as well?" "That depends when he finishes his shower, I suppose." She pursed her lips. "It also depends on how long I spank Craig. I think he deserves a very long, hard spanking, don't you?" Paul nodded. "Oh yes miss!" Marjorie stopped herself from laughing and tried to look serious. Looking down for a second, she saw Paul's small penis had already risen slightly and was slowly lengthening. "Well, let's get that bottom red, shall we?" she said, easing the boy slowly across her lap. "That was the plan, wasn't it. That way, Craig will think you've been punished as well." Paul felt himself moved further across Miss Stenton's knees and wriggled slightly to get comfortable. He's been in the same position so many times before! The teacher's dress was so soft. As usual he felt her finger creep between his thighs and prod the back of his little sack. He saw nothing wrong with this, and most teachers did exactly the same, simply checking that the spanking wouldn't hurt his privates. It always tickled a bit but did feel quite nice!. Miss Stentons finger seemed to stay a lot longer than usual. "Ready?" Paul lay still and waited for the first slap. His young brain wasn't sure what to make of her plan to ensure that his bottom looked well spanked. But, he reasoned, she must know all about these things. After all, she was a teacher! He shut his eyes. Mrs Stenton's hand was sliding up and down his back and over his bottom. So nice. Occasionally a finger ran down his crack and made him shiver. The slaps started so gently, he almost missed the first one. After every fifth or sixth, her hand rubbed his skin. He felt her finger stroke the back of his little sack and sighed with contentment. If only every spanking could be like this! Mrs Stenton was such a nice lady! Marjorie looked down at the two rosy buttocks and grinned. The boy had hardly noticed that the slaps were getting harder. She parted his buttocks and ran her fingernail over his small puckered anus, enjoying the way it reacted, as though desperate for more. "Okay Paul, they're going to get harder now. We have to make sure that Craig believes you've just been punished, don't we. But I know you're used to having your bottom spanked, so I'm sure they won't hurt." The slaps reverberated around the room. Paul gripped the legs of the chair. Yes, they were..oww!.. harder, but... oww!.... of course..oww!....not like a real spanking...oww!... were they? "Are you okay Paul?" asked Marjorie. She teased his anus again and slid her hand between his thighs to tickle his tight little scrotum. "I... I...oh...yes miss." "Oh good. Just a bit longer. After all, it's not a real spanking, is it!" Paul swallowed and tried not to show how painful it really felt. But...? It wasn't a real spanking, so it couldn't hurt much, could it? Just pretend. He felt ashamed of himself. Don't be a baby Paul! Miss Stenton is being so nice to you. About another six slaps had helped turn Paul's buttocks a bright red when there was a knock at the door. "Okay Paul, up you get." Marjorie stood the lad up and smiled. Paul looked at her, his face a mixture of embarrassment and adoration. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. His penis was sticking up at an acute angle, pointing right at her. "Quickly, over to the wall. When I start punishing Craig, you may turn round and watch, but not before!" She waited for the lad to get his hands on his head. "Come in!" Craig entered the room, clearly nervous, but with none of the fear that boys generally displayed when arriving for punishment. Slightly overweight, Craig was big for his ten years, and knew it. Marjorie surveyed the fair haired boy and smiled. "Hello Craig. Come here please." The boy looked around him and saw Paul standing against the wall, his red posterior making it clear to all who entered, what had just happened. His eyes narrowed. Had Paul been shooting his mouth off about what he'd done in the playground. If he had, then..... He saw Paul's sore bum. No, Paul couldn't have said anything. Didn't make sense. "Craig, I have been informed today that you've been up to your old tricks again." She took his hands in hers and looked at him sadly. "I don't want to know the details, but you have to understand just how much we dislike bullying in this school. Do you understand?" The boy nodded. "Yes miss." Craig knew what was coming. As Miss Stenton spoke, her fingers were already undoing the buttons on his pyjama top. "You should watch what you eat, young man" she said, poking his tummy. "You're getting fat!" Marjorie took hold of the elasticated waistband and slowly eased the boy's pyjama trousers down. She shook her head. Craig's bottom was so big! She really had to have a word with the others about his diet. "You've already been punished for bullying a few times this term and yet here you are again." Craig looked at the floor. He just wanted to get it over with. A tough boy, he looked upon his many spankings as an occupational hazard. Of course, there was the visit to the Headmistress to come. He swallowed. No doubt she'd use one of her thicker canes on him tomorrow. Oh gosh, that was really going to hurt! But... He imagined the looks from the other boys tomorrow evening when they saw the stripes. After all, he had his reputation to think of! "Of course, this is nothing to what you've got coming to you tomorrow" said Marjorie, reading his mind. "You know what the Headmistress thinks about bullying!" She looked down and smiled at the sight of his small penis hanging forlornly between his legs. Why did the fat ones always have such tiny penises? At her command, Craig lay over her lap and gripped the chair legs. Hopefully she'd just give him the usual spanking for a minute or so and he could get back to the dormitory. He knew it was only a matter of time before his friends discovered the snacks he'd hidden under his pillow and he had to get back before... Slap...Slap...Slap! Marjorie patted the boy's large wobbly bottom and licked her lips. She saw Paul turn round and winked at him. Slap..slap...slap..slap..slap! A knock at the door. "Come!" Benjamin entered looking distinctly nervous. A well behaved and shy boy, he managed to keep out of trouble more than most boys, and hadn't been in Miss Stenton's office for at least two months. Even that visit, as he recalled too well, had not really been his fault. It had been the others in the dormitory making all that noise, not him! "Pyjamas off, stand next to Paul!" ordered Marjorie curtly. "I'll deal with you later." She saw Paul grinning at his friend. Poor Benjamin looked totally confused! Craig tried to see who had come in, but was unable to turn his head far enough. The slaps continued, turning Craig's buttocks a nice pink colour. She knew very well that the boy regarded this as a minor inconvenience rather than a real punishment. After all, he'd been thrashed so many times, his pain threshold was higher than most boys. She watched Benjamin remove his pyjamas and chuckled. For a boy who wasn't quite eleven years old, Benjamin was remarkably well endowed! Though not as thick as it would be in two or three years, the boy's penis was easily twice the length of Paul's. The slaps stopped. Craig sighed. That had been fast. Yes, his bum felt a bit sore, but then, he was used to it. He waited for the order to stand. "Paul, bring me the strap from the cupboard please. My hand is really not hard enough to get the message through. Quickly boy!" Craig groaned. It wasn't over! Still, even Miss Stenton's small strap was nothing compared to what he'd be getting tomorrow! He certainly wasn't going to cry! That would be awful! Marjorie took the short leather strap from Paul and smiled kindly. "Thank you Paul. Stay there please. You can put it back in a minute." Paul swallowed and hoped that he wasn't showing his excitement too much. Standing to one side, he had the most beautiful view of Craig's large bottom. He glanced at Benjamin and grinned. Slap, slap, slap! Craig grit his teeth. Ouch! Mustn't show her how painful it felt! Mustn't cry! "Hmm, your backside's as tough as old leather, isn't it!" said Marjorie, bringing the strap down hard and fast over the lad's red buttocks. She stopped and shook her head. "Benjamin, bring me the paddle please. We'll see how he likes that!" The boy blinked and trotted obediently over to the tall cupboard. What on earth was a paddle? "Please miss, is this it?" he asked timidly. He looked at the strange wooden object in his hand. A bit like some kind of bat for hitting balls, but heavier and well polished, with three holes through it. So strange. "Yes. Good boy. Bring it here!" She took the paddle from him and examined it closely. Sent to her by an old friend in the USA, she'd been meaning to try it out for the past few months. Well, now was a good time! Paul took the strap and returned it to the cupboard. He looked at her enquiringly. "No, you can stay here. I may need you to get something else. You as well Benjamin." She looked at the two naked boys standing side by side and tried not to laugh. So sweet! Their penises were almost horizontal. Not erect, but they were clearly aroused. Taking the paddle in her other hand for a moment, she took Benjamin's hand and squeezed it gently before placing it on Paul's hand, nodding at them to make clear her intention. Paul's eyes widened, but he took Benjamin's hand in his and held it. It felt kind of nice! "Right young man, let's make your bottom a bit redder, shall we?" Craig felt something bouncing gently on his sore buttocks. It felt bigger and heavier than the strap. A lot heavier. Even heavier than the old hairbrush that Mrs Benson used sometimes. It wouldn't be more painful than that, surely! It couldn't be.... SLAP! The sting of the paddle took his breath away. No... please! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "M..miss..please....owww! Owww!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Marjorie tapped the boy's gyrating bottom with the paddle. "Stop wriggling Craig. You know very well that you deserve this. Actually, I'm using it quite lightly. I can make it hurt a lot more if you don't stop moving about." She looked at the dark red patches of skin covering his buttocks. Why hadn't she used the paddle before? It was great! Especially for boys like Craig. SLAP SLAP SLAP! SLAP! "Owww miss! It hurts! Please! I won't do it again miss, promise! I won't..." SLAP SLAP SLAP! "Be quiet Craig! As for not doing it again, well I suggest you discuss that with the Headmistress tomorrow." She glanced at Paul and Benjamin. The boys were staring at Craig's bright red bottom, their mouths wide open. Her eyes fell on their privates and she blinked quickly. Thank goodness Mrs Benson wasn't here! Both boys had erections! Benjamin's penis was almost vertical and Paul's was pointing straight at her. They saw where she was looking and blushed. She smiled at them reassuringly and winked. Poor kids were so confused. She laughed quietly and turned her attention back to the sad and sore boy over her lap. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP! "Owwwww! Oh please!! Owwwww!" Craig suddenly burst into tears. He could take no more. The sting from the heavy paddle was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Marjorie sighed with relief and ran the paddle over his bottom and down his thighs. She'd finally got through to him! "What a baby! You know you're not supposed to cry! What will the others say?" Craig sniffed loudly. His tears ran into his mouth. They tasted salty. "Miss, I'm sorry miss. I'll never bully anyone again miss. I promise miss, really, I....." "Okay, okay, I've heard it all before." She tapped his thighs. "I'm going to give you six more Craig, and they're going to be nice and slow, but very hard. Every time I tap your bottom, I want you to push it up as high as you can. If I have to tell you again, you get another six. Oh, legs open a bit more, come on!" Craig shifted his thighs apart and arched his back, desperate to please Miss Stenton and get it over with. He felt Miss Stenton's hand slip between his legs and touch his testicles. It was so embarrassing when teachers did that, but he reckoned it was probably better than accidentally getting his balls whacked hard! The fingers moved further and he gasped. She was squeezing his willy! "Hmm, at least it's not hard, like some boys when they're being punished" said Marjorie, releasing his tiny manhood. "Now then..." She tapped Craig's bottom with the paddle. SLAP! "Owwww! Miss!" SLAP! "Owww!!" Craig thrust his posterior up as high as he could. SLAP! Marjorie rested the paddle at the top of his large thighs. Craig tried to look round. "M...miss..... not there...please... not..." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! It was over. Marjorie lifted the sobbing child off her lap and wiped the tears from his eyes with her handkerchief. "Okay Craig, I hope you've learned your lesson." She wiped a few more tears away and smiled. Craig stood before her, hands on his head, his face red and blotchy, shifting from foot to foot, desperate to rub his throbbing backside. "I just hope I don't have to deal with you again for a long time" she continued. Realising the time, she stood up herself and propelled him quickly to the door, picking up his pyjamas on the way. "Just to make sure you understand, you can walk back like this and get dressed back in your dormitory." Handing him the pyjamas, she opened the door and let him out. "Don't forget you've got an appointment with the Headmistress tomorrow, and I can promise you that she won't stop just because of a few tears! Now go!" The door closed and she quickly turned the key. Paul and Benjamin were still holding hands and they looked at her nervously as she sat back down. "Well boys, did you like that?" She spoke softly and prodded Benjamin's tummy playfully. Paul nodded shyly. "Yes miss." Marjorie sat down again and smiled kindly. Such funny little boys! "Yes, I can see you did. As for Benjamin here, I can see he liked it too!" To the boys' consternation, she took their hard penises in her hands and laughed. "Okay, okay, don't look so scared. It's alright. I'm not angry." Her fingers traced circles over their tight little scrotums and she shook her head in amazement. So cute and vulnerable! She'd noticed that Paul had started to lose his erection, but a few gentle caresses soon had his small manhood rising again. Benjamin on the other hand seemed to require no such prompting. His thin yet remarkably long penis was still as vertical as ever and felt like a small rod of iron. "There, that feels nice, doesn't it? A bit tickly perhaps." She took a deep breath and winked at Paul. "So, shall we let Benjamin into our little club?" Paul nodded shyly. Initially nervous, Miss Stenton's demeanour had calmed him down considerably and he felt himself relaxing, particularly when she smiled at him like that. He swallowed and gazed lovingly into her eyes. He'd do anything for her! An obedient boy, he stood still, not daring to look down or give any sign that he was aware of what she was doing to him. It felt so very nice, but his time at the school had drummed into him - mostly extremely painfully - the importance of not drawing attention to his privates. "Yes please miss." She turned her attention to Benjamin. The tall ten year old was every bit as cute as Paul, his blue eyes and curly blond hair contrasting nicely with Paul's light brown. His face seemed to contain a myriad of emotions. Nervousness and fear, yet Marjorie could see a familiar far away look that she recognised. The boy was obviously very aroused - despite Mrs Benson's best efforts! "Okay then." She ran her fingernail along the side of the boy's testicles, enjoying the shudder it produced. "Well Benjamin, you and Paul both agree with me that naughty boys deserve to have their bottoms spanked, is that right?" "Er, yes miss, I think so miss." Benjamin replied, looking at the floor. He didn't want to meet her eyes. The tingling feeling was just so....! Why was she doing this? So nice, but what would happen to him? Not the Headmistress...please! "Good. You see, some boys like having their bottoms spanked - like you and Paul - and they like watching other boys being spanked. Paul agrees with me, don't you Paul?" The boy in question blushed and nodded. "Yes miss." "Good boys like you are not easy to find. I have to say that Miss Hadley is very pleased with both of you!" The reference to the Headmistress made both boys blink. They stared at Miss Stenton, trying to make sense of what they'd heard, but coming to the swift conclusion that it was better not to even try. "Since, it's well known that this makes your things go all tingly, we don't mind at all, as long as we know about it." Marjorie gave the two throbbing penises a little squeeze to make her point. "I must say I'm very pleased indeed with both of you. Paul here has behaved so well today. I had to make his bottom red so Craig would think he'd had a spanking. That way Paul was able to see Craig get what he deserved. Her index finger teased the boys' tight little scrotums and she heard Benjamin gasp. The look on their faces made her grin. Both of them were breathing deeply, excited by what she was doing to them, yet still too nervous to show it. Silly boys! So easy to manipulate! "Of course Benjamin, if you want to be treated like Paul here, it means I have to make your bottom red as well, doesn't it. We have to make Craig think you were spanked as well." Benjamin heard but the words took time to register, competing with the sensations flooding into his brain. Miss Stenton's finger was drawing circles on his testicles and the feeling was so.....! A bit like when he and Paul teased each other's things under the table, but much stronger! "Come on then." Marjorie stopped what she was doing and patted her knee. "It's up to you. Either put your pyjamas on, or get your naughty bottom over my knee!" She saw his look of apprehension and winked, her eyes twinkling. "Now!" With a quick glance at Paul, the ten year old boy lowered himself across the teacher's soft dress, his excitement and desire to copy Paul overcoming his nervousness. Yes, he'd always been excited by seeing boys spanked, their red bums afterwards, their things going hard and yes, even being spanked himself, but like Paul, this was something to be hidden. Paul was his best friend in the whole world. Now here was a teacher who was telling him that she didn't mind. He shifted slightly and grimaced as his erection was squashed against the teacher's thigh. "Hmm, hold on, let's just move you forward a bit shall we?" Marjorie laughed and moved her right leg to one side. "There, that's more comfortable isn't it." She ran her fingers over the boy's bottom. "Bottom up more please. Oh, perfect!" "Paul, come here, in front. Yes, kneel down. Good boy." Marjorie smiled and pointed down. "You've got a very important job, Paul. I want you to see if you can keep Benjamin's thing nice and hard while I'm spanking him. You know what to do I think. I've seen you doing it under the table sometimes!" The room seemed to spin around Paul. She.... She knew...had seen them.... But..? "Okay, okay, don't worry." She smiled at him. "I knew you were a special boy so I didn't say anything." She shifted in the chair. "Come on then, hand between my legs. Keep his little bits busy!" Paul slid his hand under Benjamin's tummy. Marjorie felt the boy suddenly jerk on her lap. "Oh miss...I...please...." "Sshh, quiet Benjamin!" She parted the lad's soft buttocks and prodded his anus, trying not to laugh out loud at the response it produced. Paul moved a bit closer and gently fondled his friend's privates. Miss Stenton had put Benjamin just far enough across her lap for his things to be accessible. "So Paul, is it still nice and hard?" The boy nodded and giggled. "Yes miss." Paul gazed at his friend's willy as if seeing it for the first time. True, they did tease each other under the table occasionally and of course they saw each other naked all the time. But never had he seen it like this before, and so close! He tickled Benjamin's balls and giggled again at the way it made his willy jerk. The skin covering the tip had pulled right back and released the swollen bulbous tip. Boys with tight foreskins were virtually unknown at the school. The frequent medical checks saw to that! Paul sighed, remembering the checks in his first year at the school, standing obediently to attention for what seemed like an eternity while ladies examined his private parts, prodding and poking, twisting and pulling his foreskin at each visit, determined to loosen it as fast as possible. How he'd cried the first time, his tears rewarded with a few hard slaps to his thighs and a curt reminder to grow up! Benjamin's head felt like it would burst. It was only the sharp slapping noise that made him suddenly realise that the spanking had begun. He raised his bottom higher as Craig had done. "Good boy." Marjorie placed the slaps all over the boy's pert buttocks, turning them a nice rosy pink colour. As with Paul, she very slowly increased the force of the slaps, occasionally stopping to tease the boy's sweaty little anus, marvelling at the way it reacted to her touch. "Hmm, you are doing well Benjamin! It's so nice to have a boy who likes being spanked." She paused for a second and ran her finger down his crack. "You do like being spanked, don't you?" "I...I.. yes miss..I...yes!" She chuckled at the note of desperation in his high pitched voice. Poor boy must be so confused! Paul looked up her shyly and she nodded. "Still hard?" "Yes miss." Marjorie picked up the paddle she'd used on Craig and slid it over Benjamin's red bottom. Despite being spanked as hard as Paul, the boy had made almost no noise. Clearly he had a much higher pain threshold. "You know Benjamin, you're really quite amazing. Even better than Paul, I think. Now then, let's see if you can take what I gave Craig!" The slaps of the paddle echoed round the room. Benjamin gasped loudly at each slap but didn't cry. His whole rear end seemed to glow. He felt Paul's hand teasing his testicles. Something touched his bottom again - just there! Nerves throbbed, sending messages of pain and pleasure simultaneously to his brain. It stopped. He opened his eyes, trying to focus on the pattern on Miss Stenton's carpet. It was over. Her hands lifted him gently off her lap. "Okay, I think that's enough." Marjorie surveyed the two young boys before her, laughing at the confused look on Benjamin's face. Paul looked quickly at his friend's bottom. Gosh, it was really red! "I'm so pleased with both of you" said Marjorie, beaming at them. She held their penises again. "Gosh Benjamin, still as hard as ever!" she said shaking her head in wonder. "Good boy!" Paul looked down at what she was doing to him. It only took a few seconds for her fingers to coax his little manhood back up. "You as well Paul." She grinned and released their throbbing erections, moving her hands to their thighs, enjoying the spectacle of two stiff sausages bobbing about before her. Really, boys looked so funny sometimes! Marjorie looked at the time. "Well Benjamin, did you enjoy that?" She drew the boys a bit closer. "Oh...I...I...yes miss." "Good boy!" She gently turned them so they faced each other. She ran her hands over their soft pert behinds. Benjamin's skin was still warm from the hard spanking she'd given him. She ran her fingers up and down between their buttocks. "Well, it was Paul who agreed, wasn't it Paul! You are best friends aren't you?" Benjamin nodded and looked at Paul shyly. "Yes miss." "Well, don't you think you should say thank you?" Benjamin nodded. "Thank you" he said, blushing. "No, not like that" said Marjorie laughing. "Give him a kiss!" She saw the boy hesitate for a second before giving his friend a quick peck on the cheek. "Oh come on!" Marjorie shook her head. She slid her fingers between their buttocks. "A proper kiss! Put your arms round each other." She pushed them closer and tried not to giggle as they hugged each other. "There, that's better, isn't it?. Now just kiss each other nice and gently, nose, cheeks, lips. Come on, you're meant to be best friends!" Paul closed his eyes and held his friend tightly. For a few seconds it had seemed strange, but now it felt just...well, so nice. He felt Benjamin's willy touching his. What would Miss say? What would she do if she saw.... "I tell you what" he heard Miss Stenton say quietly. "You put this hand down here, and Benjamin, you put yours here and..." Paul felt his hand being guided to his friend's privates and gasped as he felt his own willy in Benjamin's hand. "There, now you can check each other, can't you?" whispered Marjorie. "Let's see if you give each other that nice tingly feeling." She took Paul's hand again and moved it back and forth for a few seconds. "There, that's nice, isn't it. Now then, a big tingle please!" Her fingers wriggled their way deeper between their buttocks and stroked their tight little anuses. Strange how boys had such sensitive prostates, she thought. Still, it made things so much easier! Benjamin felt Paul hug him harder. He could feel his friend's heart beating faster. He rubbed his cheek against Paul, his fingers running up and down Paul's rock hard penis. His own throbbing manhood felt as though it was turning to pure electricity. He remembered the last time he had felt like this. Wasn't it a few weeks ago? Of course, touching yourself in bed was considered a terrible crime and most boys soon learned that it was far safer to fight their urges, though very few succeeded. Benjamin had occasionally given in to temptation and had made his thing start to tingle. He knew the risk he was taking. The dormitory doors were always left ajar and most passing teachers would notice in a second that his hands were not outside the covers where the rules said they should be. Then there were the routine checks, carried out a few times per evening. The teacher on duty simply passed round the dormitories, quietly checking all was well. What would never be found in any education guide was the way the teacher would slip her hand quickly under the covers to check that the boys' privates were 'behaving themselves', as they liked to say. Why some teachers liked to spend more time checking some boys than others, Benjamin had never understood. Then there were the dreaded spot checks, about once a week! Lights suddenly switched on followed by a curt order to stand at the end of their bed, hands on head. Woe betide any boy who was slow in getting out of bed! One or sometimes two teachers would then walk along, quickly lowering the boys' pyjama trousers to their ankles. Any boy unlucky enough to have been caught with an erection was sent immediately to the teacher's office, to wait there until the teachers returned, then subjected to a most intimate and humiliating examination and stern lecture, culminating in a long session over their knees, each teacher taking it in turn to redden the boy's bottom. All bedclothes and trousers were examined for tell-tale stains and the boys genitals subjected to intense scrutiny to ensure that the boy hadn't recently been playing with himself. He felt Paul shaking in his arms. What? The teacher's finger slid inside his tight anus and the tingling feeling suddenly went off the scale. "Ohhhhh...miss...I...." Marjorie crooked her fingers and pressed the spot where she could just feel the small mound of their prostates. The aroma of their sweaty bodies was intoxicating! She saw from Paul's trembling legs that he was in the throes of his-possibly -first orgasm. What a quiet one he was! His eyes shut tight, face buried in Benjamin's neck. The look on Benjamin's face was a sight to behold! His friends fingers were still clamped firmly around his erect penis, but had ceased moving. To Marjorie's surprise, Benjamin suddenly started thrusting himself back and forth, a look of desperation in his eyes. "Hmmmm.....ohhhh.......ohhhhhh............ohhhhhh......aaaaaaagh! " Marjorie shook her head. So the quiet Benjamin had suddenly become the noisy one! She waited a few seconds before slowly removing her fingers from the boys' sweaty bumholes and gently patted their soft buttocks. "Okay boys?" Her tone was friendly yet authoritative. She waited for their breathing to slow, then gently separated them so they faced her. She saw something glistening on Pauls hand and coughed in surprise. So young, yet... "Well Benjamin, you are a big boy aren't you! Look at Paul's hand. It seems that you've started producing milk already. I am proud of you!" Paul held his hand up and examined the few drops of shiny liquid on his fingers. "This is a special kind of milk that only boys make. It's very important never to waste it." She took Paul's hand in hers and tapped Benjamin's thigh. "Lick some of it off, then let Paul have a taste." Benjamin licked off a few drops and grimaced. Marjorie laughed. "Yes, it does taste strange at first, but you'll soon get used to it. Paul, lick the rest off please." Paul licked the back of his hand and pulled a face. That didn't taste like milk, well not real milk. Perhaps boys' milk was better, perhaps.... Marjorie examined the boy's limp penises with interest. Such strange little things! She knew very well that, given their age, it would only be a matter of minutes before she'd be able to get them erect again. She shivered. Hmmm, that was something to investigate another time. What was the record so far? Had to have a word with Joyce about that. Although Paul hadn't ejaculated like his friend, she could see a small drop of fluid on the tip of his penis. "Well boys, since Benjamin here obviously needs milking and you Paul are not far behind, I think I'll have to keep a close on both of you, hmm?" She pointed to their pyjamas. "Okay, get dressed please. Time you were in bed!" Paul pulled his thin cotton trousers up and glanced at his friend. His head felt so light. What on earth had happened this evening? Try as he might he couldn't make sense of it all. He sighed. At least one thing was clear: Miss Stenton seemed to like them and was happy with what they'd done. His time in the school had taught him that this was not to be underestimated. Marjorie opened the door and stroked Benjamin's hair. "So, I expect to see you back here same time next week. Is that clear?" Benjamin blushed and nodded. "Yes miss." She saw the confusion in their eyes and laughed. "Oh, just remember something. I allow this sort of behaviour only in private. If I see you touching each other under the table from now on, I will not be happy. Is that clear?" The tone of her voice told the boys all they needed to know. "Yes miss" they answered in unison. She ushered them out and closed the door, smiling triumphantly. Another two recruits for Elizabeth's sister? She hoped so. Of course, next week she'd ask Joyce to participate. The boys had to get used to performing for an audience. Maybe milk them twice? Get their mouths busy as well? So many things to do. She wiped her brow and moaned as the tingling returned. Oh well, nothing for it. Thank goodness she'd bought some new batteries! ------------ In another building, the room blurred a second time. Mrs Benson put her large glass of gin on the table and gripped the martinet in her hand. She gazed at the boy lying on the table and squinted, trying to bring his little balls into focus. Having already dealt with young Trevor and having sent him off to bed with a very red bottom and the dread of what awaited him tomorrow, she now had time to enjoy herself with Sean. "I said legs apart!" she snarled, slapping the young boy's thigh. Sean stared up through his tears and gripped his legs tighter, forcing them back up to his shoulders and pushing them further apart. Despite his immature age, he was acutely aware of how he looked, flat on his back, displaying his most private parts to Mrs Benson. He felt her large finger prod his bottom hole and gasped. "M...miss, I.. please..." "Oh shut up Sean!" Mrs Benson spat. "It's not as if it's the first time. I'm sick of you dirty little boys always trying to get out of washing yourself properly. You only have yourself to blame!" Despite his terror, Sean knew that she was right. It wasn't as if the boys didn't know the rules. They did! He'd chanced it and had got caught. Why had he been so stupid? Just a bit of soap on his willy! The fifty year old woman licked her lips. From an older generation, she had never accepted her feelings as had some of her colleagues. Never in a million years would she admit to performing these punishments for her own enjoyment. Deep, deep down, of course she loved them, but the feeling was well hidden. No. The boys had to be taught a lesson! That was all. The fact that it made her abuse herself in bed time after time was just....well...just a perk. Wasn't it? Her finger stayed where it was. She knew the effect it had on some boys. Disgusting creatures! She squinted at the boy's tight puckered anus and stroked it with her fingernail. As expected, Sean's penis slowly lengthened. How she loved it when this happened! A nice excuse for another session, maybe in a few days? Enough! The evening was still young and her gin bottle was only half empty. Sean bit his lip and shook as the thin cords lashed his small penis and shrivelled testicles. Mustn't cry out! That always made Mrs Benson angry! A second, then a third. One cord nicked the tip of his little glans and he squealed. "Owwww..miss...please..." "Quiet Sean, we've only just started" said Mrs Benson, raising her arm. "Any trouble from you and you'll be visiting the Headmistress tomorrow. You're a very lucky boy!" Her finger teased his anus again and she waited patiently for it to have the desired effect. Such fun - getting 'em stiff, then watching them shrivel as she yielded the martinet. She sighed and gazed at the boy's stiffening penis, peeping cheekily up at her. Hmm, this was the way to spend an evening!

THE ISLAND BY TOMMY Note: The Island is the sequel to Training The Girls Part 1 Dave pushed the blinds to one side and gazed out over the rocks and beach below to the far horizon. A tiny speck was just visible, no doubt one of the luxury liners carrying wealthy passengers to their next port of call somewhere in the Red sea. So quiet! Just the hum of the powerful air conditioners that ran throughout the whole building. He stretched and closed his eyes. What a life! How long had he been here? Two, three years now? Who could have guessed that all his plans would change so rapidly? The business he ran with Mike had made them a fortune. Grooming and training young girls to be rented out to rich clients all over the world. Gosh, that had been fun! He chuckled as he remembered the old sprawling farmhouse they'd kept just an hour from London and all the girls they'd had in their large underground rooms. The money in Switzerland and the Cayman islands was enough for them both to retire in luxury. Who could have guessed that one of their clients was in a similar business to theirs and had been watching them for years? Similar business? Mmm, maybe, but a much better, smoother business than theirs had ever been. He still remembered when Tariq if that was his real name had first invited them to consider a partnership. Down on the beach, Dave saw a fat man run down to the sea, two very small naked girls holding his hands, one dark skinned, the other very definitely european. Though too far away to hear, Dave knew they'd be laughing, a picture of innocence and beauty. Of course, the fact that the man was naked as well would probably make some people look again in surprise. But on this island that would be most unlikely. Well away from the shipping lanes and off limits to amateur sailors due to the treacherous rocks, they had complete and utter privacy. At least twice a day, a dark grey gunship circled the island courtesy of Tariq's family ensuring that their privacy was respected. If any uninvited visitors did succeed in coming close enough, all they would see was an enormous white building with assuming a powerful pair of binoculars a large sign announcing that this was simply the 'Tariq Azdul Health Centre', though strangely not to be found on any websites in the world. Dave looked at the time and grinned. Mike would probably have finished his rounds and would no doubt be having a beer with one of the clients. Down on the beach, he saw the man running out of the sea, the two little girls chasing him. He threw his overweight bulk onto a large towel spread beneath a white parasol. Dave watched and chuckled. This bit, you'd never see this on a Torquay beach! The small dark skinned girl ran behind the man and fell to her knees, straddling his head and lowering her bottom over his face. The other girl was already between his legs, fingers and mouth buried in his crotch. If only all the clients were like this, thought Dave. A rich German businessman willing to pay huge sums for three days of ecstasy. Wasn't this his second visit? It was rare for a client not to return. The 'centre' made sure of that. Luxurious accommodation, the best food and the opportunity to indulge in whatever fantasy you could imagine, in complete security. The only drawback was the journey to get here and back, but most people found it a price worth paying for what awaited them. Security was taken extremely seriously and every client was searched and scanned carefully before starting the journey. All electronic equipment, phones, even watches were taken and stored for the client's return. A seven hour car journey, four hour trip by private plane and another five hours by boat, all the while treated like royalty - yet with all windows carefully blocked ensured the client had no idea where he was. Not that any really cared of course! Dave sat down behind his desk and gazed at the monitor. What were the others up to, hmm? He couldn't help laughing at the images. Oh yes, the clients were assured of complete privacy but as Tariq had said long ago, you can't be too careful! There were at least two hidden cameras in each room, enabling Dave and Mike to keep a careful eye on what was going on. Of course, the clients were promised they could do whatever they wanted at a price but there were limits. He flicked through the cameras. A few clients were obviously having an afternoon nap, microphones transmitting their loud snores to his monitor. Room 3 showed the occupant lying face down on his bed, arm spread over a small girl next to him. Dave zoomed in closer. The girl's buttocks were a deep crimson. Ah yes, this one liked to spank them hard before sex! In fact, thinking about it, quite a lot of the clients did! He switched to the next room and had to turn down the volume quickly as loud screams filled the room. A ten or eleven year old boy was strapped to the large padded trestle table fitted as standard in all the rooms, and was being caned by a dark swarthy asian man. The second and last day of his visit, the client had already spanked the boy with a variety of implements and, as agreed, had saved the cane for last. Not one of the regular light canes they kept in stock, but a real heavy senior rattan cane. Dave winced. The man was swinging the cane hard. Even with the special cream they used, the poor kid would probably have bruises for up to a week! He shrugged. Still, the client was paying extra, a great deal extra, for this. Everything was always carefully planned. According to the calendar, the boy wouldn't be needed for the next ten days so the bruises would have time to go. Hopefully the client would remember to put some cream on the boy's backside when he'd finished. Speaking of which He had to check if they still had plenty of the special corticosteroid cream in stock. They seemed to get through it so quickly these days! Improved even more since being used in Britain, it got rid of bruises and swollen skin in record time. Goodness knows what else is in it, thought Dave. Steroids, anaesthetics and some other drugs he was sure the Russian supplier didn't want them to know about. Suffice to say, it worked extremely well. Reddened skin returned to normal within an hour. Bruises that would normally last a week generally disappeared overnight. A glance at one of the other occupied rooms made him laugh. Oh this one was a regular, so much so that they'd decided to give him special rates. Different from the other clients, this guy had a thing about being spanked and abused by little girls. The small but slightly podgy man was kneeling on the edge of the bed while a tiny girl perhaps seven or eight slapped his huge backside with a slipper as hard as she could, stopping from time to time to slip her small hand between his thighs and tease his rock hard cock. Oh yes, that was Sharon. He remembered the girl well. One of the easiest to train and had taken to her new role very well. A combination of Tariq's resources and their own know-how in training regimes and drugs ensured complete obedience from the children. He sighed with pleasure. It had been Mike's idea to alter the training process. Back in the UK, they'd trained the girls with no psychological preparation at all. Here, the neural inhibitors they gave the kids at the beginning completely mixed up their memories, and a few days of sensory deprivation and hallucinogenic drugs made sure that as far as the kids were concerned, they'd always been here. A look at another camera revealed the amusing sight of yet another regular visitor doing what he liked best to a small boy, the boy in question bound, gagged and secured to the table with heavy leather straps. Ah yes, young Timmy. At first glance the boy looked as if he were struggling and crying. Dave laughed. The boy was a great actor! After all, the kid had been fucked so many times over the past few years, he probably hardly noticed! But their priority was to keep the clients happy and give them what they wanted, a fact that was drummed into the kids repeatedly, often quite painfully. After every visit, the clients filled in a long questionnaire. Woe-betide any child whose customer was not a hundred percent satisfied! He checked some of the other rooms. Some empty, some full. Where was the Argentinian guy, the one who? Ah yes, there he was. Dave zoomed out a bit and laughed. This guy was like the German. He preferred the company of two kids, but had a lot more imagination! Today was no exception. The man was sitting in a chair, cock in his hand watching a young girl spanking a little boy over her knee. No pretend spanking either! The slaps rang out like pistol shots. A word from the man and she stopped. Within seconds he had them on the bed, the girls tongue frantically attempting to get the boy's tiny penis erect. The guy had a sense of humour. Dave had seen this game before. Of course, the boy had been given a dose of cialis or Viagra in the morning as were most boys. Dave laughed again. The girl was too late. Now it was the boy's turn, the girl's yelps growing louder as he slapped her plump buttocks as hard as he could. He switched off the monitor and lay back in the comfortable chair. Shit, watching all that had made him horny again. He squeezed his hard cock through his trousers. Where the hell was Asha? She should have finished her chores by now. Perhaps it was time to find another one. No, give her a few more months at least. Both men had decided early on to use one of the newly-trained children as their own personal valet. Asha was his third since arriving at the island, and probably the best. Her golden skin and light brown hair suggested a mixed parentage, possibly caucasian- chinese? He wasn't sure. For an eleven year old, she sure had learned fast! Well, they all did, didn't they? After all, being a valet to one of the masters gave her so many advantages over the others. Shoes, nicer clothes, better treatment, punishments in privateHe chuckled. Asha made sure the other children knew who was in charge! A knock at the door. "Come!" He smiled as Asha entered and bowed, her long hair tumbling over her eyes. Very slightly on the plump side as Dave preferred - the young girl was a little short for her age. On her feet were a pair of white leather sandals. The rest of her attire had been personally chosen by Dave. White silk stockings covered her legs, the tops supported with suspenders attached to soft leather straps circling her thighs, connected to a white girdle that covered her tummy and ended just below her small preteen titties. From her tummy down to the stockings, she was completely uncovered. It had been Dave's idea that their valets should have their buttocks on display at all times. Far from being embarrassed, most valets soon realized the status it afforded them. As a general rule, when not with clients, children had to wear simple clothes in order to hide their reddened and often bruised skin rather than to afford them any modesty. Asha's attire, or lack of it, allowed her to show off her unmarked buttocks and sent a clear message to the other children that she was treated differently. Not that she avoided punishment altogether. Oh no! But the spankings that Dave gave her were light in comparison to what most clients would have inflicted. Dave looked at his watch. "Where on earth have you been?" he asked gruffly. Asha looked momentarily scared by his tone, but saw the twinkle in his eyes. She ran over and hugged him hard. "Sorry sir. Master Mike wanted me." Dave saw a small boy at the door fidgeting nervously. He recognised him immediately. Simon had been on the island only a few months. With his blond curly hair and cheeky grin, the nine year old boy had become popular with the clients very quickly. "Why is he here?" As usual, he pulled Asha to him and sat her on his knee, her small hand immediately going, as it always did, to the bulge in his trousers. "If you please sir, Master Mike was busy and asked if you would be so kind as to deal with it." "Deal with what?" Dave stroked the girl's thigh and chuckled as she instinctively opened her legs a bit wider. "Please sir, Simon asked Master Mike if he could have a word with the client tomorrow about what he's going to do. He's" Dave looked at the scared little boy in the doorway. "Come here Simon!" The boy walked gingerly up to the desk. Like all the children, he was clad only in thin blue shorts and white teashirt. Dave scrolled down a list on his computer. Ah yes, the Belgian guy in room 25. He remembered him. A nice gentleman, quite gentle. A very good client. He'd booked a whole week and had the pick of the boys! What on earth was going on? "Well?" He looked at Simon, starting to feel irritated. Asha had opened his flies and her soft hand was teasing him. He ran his finger over her smooth hairless pussy and she moaned quietly. The little boy looked close to tears. "Sir, please. Ipleaseit's the man I'm seeing tomorrow. "Yes, I know. What's the problem?" Dave sighed. The boy was probably long overdue for a good thrashing. It was often like this. Long experience had taught him that the occasional public thrashing worked wonders for keeping them in line. "Please it's just that well sir, I was with him for a while yesterday sir and" "What?" "Well sir, yesterday he only wanted me to suck him and play with him sir and." "So what? " Simon bit his lip nervously. "He said,. he said that when he met me again in a few days, he was going to fuck me sir and." Dave wiped his brow. This was getting silly. "I don't understand. So he's going to fuck you. What's the problem?" A tear ran down the boy's cheek. "But sir, he can't sir. I mean. He's soso big sir and it's too big sir and." Dave groaned. He understood. Yes, now he remembered watching the monitor. Yes, the guy was remarkably well endowed! In fact, he'd never seen a cock as big as that! No wonder the boy was scared. But His eyes narrowed. He had to nip this in the bud right away! "You are here for the pleasure of the client! It is not for you to decide! You will be punished!" Quickly, he called the up calendar on his screen. Simon was marked in for two days with the client, then nothing for another 15 days. Okay. He added Simon's name to next week's list. It would be the boy's first public thrashing and would do him good! But meanwhile? He pressed a button on his intercom and waited. Asha was nuzzling his neck, her hand squeezing his cock. Oh shit! The door opened and a smallish but strong looking man entered. From either Morocco or Algeria Dave couldn't remember he was one of a small group of servants and guards that helped run the facility. Paid handsomely by Tariq and in no doubt of what would happen to them and their families if they ever betrayed his trust, they were fiercely loyal and obedient. From his belt hung a short whip. He bowed slightly to Dave and looked at Simon, grinning. Dave pointed at the frightened boy. "Mettez-le vingt minutes sur la table et puis en noir jusqu'au minuit!" Amazing how his French had improved so quickly since coming here, thought Dave. The servants didn't speak English and talked among themselves in Arabic, so the common language had to be French. He had just told the swarthy arab to put the boy on the table for twenty minutes, then in the dark until midnight. Poor Simon! Still, couldn't be helped. Of course, he would have preferred to give the boy a good caning or paddling, but with the client arriving tomorrow, he needed the boy's buttocks unmarked. The table was simply a version of what Dave and Mike had used for many years in Britain. The terrified child would be bound firmly to a padded table and blindfolded before having about fifteen small electrodes attached to various parts of their body. The device was similar to that used in electric stun guns. Shorts bursts of high voltage electricity were delivered at random intervals causing intense pain. The poor victim left in darkness would wait in terror, not knowing when or where on their small body the next jolt would arrive. Sometimes a minute would pass, then several jolts would arrive all the space of a few seconds. Excruciating but effective, and no marks left. The small man nodded and licked his lips. He loved his job, especially the perks. Dave saw the look on his face and laughed. No doubt he'd have a bit of fun with the boy first. "Oui, enculez-le bien si vous voulez, mais faites attention quand meme!" Asha looked up and giggled. Like many of the children, she'd learned some French. He'd just told the servant that he could fuck the boy if he wanted, but be careful. She loved seeing the boys suffer! A lot depended on where the electrodes were placed. They were meant to be put all over the body, but she'd once seen a particularly sadistic guard put four or five of them on a boy's testicles. If Simon had any sense at all, he'd make sure that he kept the guard happy! Simon looked from Dave to the servant, not understanding, but guessing what they were talking about. He started sobbing loudly and opened his mouth to speak but was brutally dragged through the door before he had chance. Dave gave Asha a hug and kissed her cheek. "Poor Simon!" He sighed. Knowing the cruel sense of humour that most of the servants possessed, the boy would probably spend a bit longer than twenty minutes on the table before being taken down to the dark airless cells beneath the building. There, he would be allowed to reflect on his behaviour, his wrists suspended by chains from the ceiling keeping him on his tip-toes and no doubt 'visited' by more servants. At midnight he would finally be taken to his own bed in the dormitory, given pain killers and valium and allowed to recover in time for the client's arrival. He made a quick note on his pad. Must remind the guard to put a large butt-plug in the boy. Wouldn't hurt to prepare him a bit more! The little girl shook her head. "Oh sir, he's such a naughty boy. He deserves it." "Hmm, you think so do you?" Dave leant back and allowed the girl to ease his swollen cock out of his pants. He patted her thigh. "What about you? Do you need punishing?" Asha giggled and ground her bottom harder into his lap. "Yes sir sometimes." Dave groaned. The girl's fingers were everywhere. Asha knew what her master liked when he was in the office. She slid swiftly off his lap and knelt between his legs. Her hot little mouth engulfed the tip of his swollen cock. Oh fuck! Dave ran his fingers through her hair. Oh fuck! Her tongue was all over the place. So fucking good! He'd need a few hours at least to recover afterwards, but was already looking forward to playing with her later in his room. Her bottom was perfect and she knew it! How many times had she teased him into giving her a spanking? Shit, he loved spanking her! Not too hard, but just enough to make her squeal and turn her pert buttocks nice and red. Then lie on his bed while she straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. Hmm, she was so good at that! Even after all her training he could see that it was still painful for her. Mmm, he'd have to check her pussy again today. If it looked too sore, he'd use her arse instead. That was the problem with the drugs they gave to some kids to delay puberty. One side-effect with the girls was to make their vaginas tighter. Annoying for all concerned, considering the training they'd had, but necessary to prolong the usefulness of the child as much as possible. He opened his eyes for a second and smiled at the appreciative noise she was making as she brought him to the point of no return. How long did she have? Two more years? Probably another few months as his valet, then back with the other kids, servicing clients until she was thirteen or fourteen, then? He'd miss her, but it couldn't be helped. For some reason, the memory altering process wasn't as effective after this age. It took a few weeks for it to work properly the drug cocktails and sleep deprivation periods, continuous subliminal messages, followed by drug induced sleep, repeated continuously until the child's memories had been completely erased and replaced with false ones, then finally left to be found, safe and sound, many thousands of miles away. Oh fuck! Oh. His legs started to shake and he came in the girl's mouth, her tongue teasing his cock till every drop had been coaxed out of him. She kissed his flaccid cock and looked up at him, licking her lips. "Thank you sir!" Dave stroked her hair and grinned. He looked at the papers on his desk. "Okay Asha, go and check on the children. I have a bit more to do here." "Yes sir." She stood up and walked to the front of his desk. Not just Dave's valet, she served as his eyes and ears in places where the cameras never reached. Dave watched her pick up a thin riding whip and slip it into the top of her stocking. He couldn't help laughing. Little sadistic minx! On his monitor he was able to watch her walking down the marble stairs and out into bright sunshine. Inside an adjacent hall fitted out as a gymnasium, he could see her examining a large group of children running and jumping, supervised by a bored looking guard, a long electric cattle prod in his hand. Along one wall, other children were pedaling furiously on exercise bikes. Occasionally the guard would wave his prod menacingly at one of the children who, in his opinion, was not trying hard enough. The aim was to keep them busy at all times. When not with clients, each child was put to work cleaning, washing clothes, tending the gardens, helping in the kitchens and whatever menial chores the men could find for them. When not engaged in chores, they were expected to spend time in the gym keeping their bodies in shape. Even the plump and fat children, necessary for those clients who preferred more flesh were there, the men having decided that it was best for their health. Although permitted to use their cattle prods as 'encouragement' the guards were not allowed to use their whips unless absolutely necessary. As Dave and Mike had pointed out to them many times, the children's bodies had to remain totally smooth and unmarked for the clients. Asha however was not bound by this rule. She knew from Dave which children were expecting clients. Dave saw her look round the gym. He chuckled. Who'd be her next victim? He didn't have to wait long. A thin lanky boy, Daniel, was on one of the exercise bikes but not pedaling. Dave knew him well. Nearly thirteen and not one of the most popular boys with the clients, he nevertheless received enough visits to keep him on the island. The boy saw Asha looking at him and swallowed nervously. Please, don't let her "You're lazy!" shouted the little girl. "Why aren't you pedaling?" Daniel started to speak but Asha shook her head. "Get off!" The other children stopped and watched. The guard shrugged his shoulders. Asha was the boss's valet. She could do what she liked. Besides, he always enjoyed this bit. It looked so funny, a small girl ordering a tall boy about like that! Daniel stepped of the bike and faced the girl, his heart beating fast. "Please Asha, I was just resting. I didn't" "Strip!" The boy opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again. He knew it was pointless to argue. One word from the girl and the masters would have him punished. He pulled his teashirt off and slid his thin shorts down. The last few years on the island had removed all feelings of shame or modesty, but he still felt his cheeks redden as he saw the little girl gazing at his privates. Asha pulled the thin riding whip from her stocking and waved it at a large padded vaulting horse. "Over!" Daniel draped himself over the horse, resigning himself to his fate. It wasn't the first time she'd picked on him. When had she done this the last time? Three, four months ago? A short high pitched swishing sound and. He yelped as the whip landed on his buttocks. Ouch! Asha laughed and continued to thrash the boy's bottom, from time to time aiming some of the blows at his thighs. Daniel closed his eyes and grit his teeth. His backside felt on fire! Yet he knew from long experience that it was nothing compared to what some of the clients did and certainly nothing compared to the public thrashings carried out once a week. He cried out at every blow, not so much from pain but because he knew that was what the girl wanted. The truth was that, though it stung, the whip was relatively light. Asha stopped and smiled at the sight of the boy's bottom, now covered with a myriad of thin red lines. She guessed what Daniel must be thinking. She wasn't as stupid as that! She looked round and pointed the whip at four boys, roughly the same age as Daniel. "Here!" The boys ran over, anxious to please anything to stay in her good books. "Take his arms and legs and turn him over!" Daniel felt a surge of panic as they grabbed him. What.? "Pull his legs apart! No, more!" She licked her lips in anticipation. Daniel shook his head. "Asha, please! What are you" "Shut up!" The girl flicked the inside of his thigh with the whip and looked at the boys holding his legs. "If you let him close his legs, you'll take his place!" The boys nodded nervously and gripped Daniel's legs as tight as they could. It was obvious what she was going to do and they winced as she prodded the boy's penis with the whip. Daniel started to cry. "Please Asha! Please don't! I" The whip sliced through the air and Daniel screamed as it caught his little manhood right on the tip. "Owwwplease I" Asha laughed and continue to thrash the boy's small penis. It looked so funny! But. "Lift him higher! Get his bum up more!" The two boys holding his legs pulled him back on the vaulting horse, raising his buttocks higher. Asha giggled and pushed Daniel's bright red penis back with the whip, so it flopped onto his tummy. He felt the whip prodding his testicles and realized what she had in mind. "Oh..please Ashaplease..I." The whip slashed through the air and he screamed as the leather tip struck his tight little scrotum. "Thought you'd hide them from me, did you?" shouted Asha, her eyes shining. The thrashing continued, the four boys holding Daniel gripping his flailing arms and legs as tight as they could. Dave whistled softly as he watched on his monitor. Not out of any concern for the boy, but rather astonishment at Asha's sadistic ingenuity. The boy would be fine. After all, some of the clients liked doing more or less the same thing or having it done to them. He thought of the fat businessman being spanked by Sharon and laughed. At least four or five of their clients enjoyed punishing the children's genitalia while they were visiting. In fact there were probably very few children on the island that hadn't been subjected to such treatment at least once. He even gave Asha a pussy whipping from time to time to keep her in her place! Talking of which. He checked the agenda on his desk and looked at his watch. The boat would be arriving in about four hours and he hadhmm, four clients leaving and three arriving. Two regulars and a new one. Oh bugger! Had he checked their details? Oh well, still time. He had to have a few words with the departing clients before they left. Talking of which. He picked up the questionnaires he'd received from them an hour ago and started to read the comments and the lists where they'd given marks out of ten. The weekly public thrashing was tomorrow and they had only two names on the list. The rule was at least three. Good for discipline! Whenever they needed an extra name, they simply chose the child who'd recently gotten the lowest mark. As usual, the comments were full of praise and all the marks tens except. He felt a twinge of guilt. Poor old Lucy had got only a nine for one of the questions. According to the comments, she'd wriggled too much while being spanked. He shook his head in disbelief. Most clients quite enjoyed making the children wriggle, but obviously not this one. Still, couldn't be helped. He added Lucy's name to the list on his computer and pressed the intercom button. "Mike?" "Yeah?" "Last name for tomorrow morning. Lucy. Oh, and Simon for next week." "Lucy? Shit, she's only six!" "Yeah. Can't be helped. Better tell the guard to go easy on her." "Okay. Oh, by the way, I've just sent today's batch up to you." "Are they ready?" "I think so. I've had the rooms prepared and told them what they have to do." "Great. See you later." Dave leant back in his chair and brought the gym back up on his screen. Daniel was back on the exercise bike, pedaling furiously, tears streaming down his face, Asha standing to one side, watching him and laughing. Dave frowned. Asha was quite bright for her age but clearly not that intelligent. Surely she must realize that sooner or later, she'd be joining the others. After all, she must know that the men changed their valets from time to time. No doubt, when she did join them, some of the others would not be slow in having their revenge! A knock at the door. "Come!" He waited for the guard to bring the children in and nodded at him, indicating that he could wait outside. The four children stood in front of his desk, hands by their sides, not daring to make a sound. Dave regarded them all for a few seconds before picking up the papers on his desk. "You have been told who your client is and what he expects of you. Is that correct?" "Yes sir." Their high pitched answer en masse made him laugh. He looked at the tallest, a well-built twelve year old girl with long blonde pigtails, dressed in a smart school uniform, the only detail likely to raise a few eyebrows being the obscenely short skirt. "Beverly?" "Yes sir." The young girl's voice trembled slightly. "Skirt up! The girl pulled the skirt up as far as she could revealing a pair of tight navy blue knickers. Dave waved his finger and she turned round. He nodded. Good. Just as the client wanted- a nice cameltoe at the front and behind, the knickers left a good half of her bottom bare. He knew the client well. An English man with a penchant for disciplining 'naughty schoolgirls' as well as other things. As usual, they'd fitted out one of his rooms to resemble an old fashioned schoolroom and another as a small gym for the girl's PE sessions. "It's the same client as last time Beverly, so you know exactly how to behave, don't you?" "Yes sir." Beverly swallowed nervously, remembering the last time. All those difficult tests the man made her do! She could never answer a single question. Then the spankings would start, not too hard at first, but she knew the man was just pacing himself for the three days he'd be there, using only his hand for the first day, slipper and tawse the second, and finally the cane on the last day. The PE sessions lasted hours, with the man making her work till the sweat ran, usually ending with her having to bend over a small table while he turned her bottom bright red with a gymshoe. She knew that this was the time when the man liked to fuck her most. She bit her lip. The man was always a bit nicer afterwards. If she could make him come more often, then perhaps "Good." The next child in the line was Antony, a small ten year old boy with dark hair and piercing black eyes, dressed in a simple white teashirt and black shorts. Ah yes, this one was for the greek gentleman, an elderly man who liked nothing more than to spend a few days walking and playing. Dave had often wondered why he bothered, but as long oas he paid up, that was fine. Happy to do nothing more than kissing and cuddling and occasionally slipping his hand into the boy's shorts and having a good feel. In the evenings he became a little more adventurous, but was quite content with a little mutual cock sucking. From what Dave remembered from the cameras, he usually came after ten minutes and slept all night. "It's the same client Antony. You know what to do?" "Yes sir." "Good boy." He turned to the last two children and chuckled. Ah yes, the retired scoutmaster who probably wanted to live out his fantasies of youth! Kevin, a freckle faced nine year old was dressed in a smart cub-scouts uniform complete with overly tight brown shorts, achievement badges decorating his green sweater. Sally stood next to him, a plumpish fair haired ten year old in a Brownies uniform that finished far shorter than any normal uniform would dare to, leaving a few inches of her bottom on view. Dave saw with satisfaction that she was not wearing knickers. The client said he preferred it like that. "Kevin, I trust that you do not have underpants on?" "Er no sir." "Good. Did Master Mike give you your pills?" "Yes sir." Dave nodded. Despite the boy's young age, the mixture of Viagra, cialis, prostate stimulants and nitrates would give him a longer lasting and stronger erection than any sixteen year old. "This will be the client's first time here, so I expect absolute obedience from both of you. Is that clear?" "Yes sir." Sally glanced quickly at Kevin and felt her cheeks redden. Dave saw the look in her eyes and laughed. Mike had obviously gone into detail about what the client wanted. Kinky bastard! Another one who enjoyed watching the kids play with each other as much as he enjoyed playing with them. He clapped his hands. "Okay, quick check. Everything off! Round here, in front of me!"" The children undressed as fast as they could, stacking their clothes in a neat pile behind them. Dave pulled Beverly closer and turned her around checking her skin for any bruising or unsightly marks. No. Her buttocks were smooth and unmarked. He examined her plump pussy lips and parted them making the girl flinch slightly. Perfect! Antony followed and didn't even react as Dave examined his small penis, pulling the foreskin right back to check everything. Kevin and Sally, he examined together, enjoying the children's embarrassment. Both children had less experience than the others and though used to servicing clients, this would be the first time that they'd have to 'play' with each other. "Right, clothes back on!" He watched them dress and looked at the time. "As usual, you'll go down now for a shower and hygiene check and then take your places in the rooms allocated to your clients." His eyes narrowed and he looked at Kevin and Sally. "The public thrashing next week still has two places free, so I suggest you keep your client extremely happy!" He smiled at Beverly. "Oh, I almost forgot. Your client asked if we could put a small pussy strap in the schoolroom for him. Dave grinned at the look of apprehension on the young girl's face. It would be her first pussy whipping, but by no means her last. She had to get used to them. He rand a small bell on his desk and the guard opened the door. "La douche, puis aux chambres!" The guard nodded and herded the children out. He looked at Beverly and licked his lips. He had to make sure they all had a good shower and were spotless before taking them to their respective rooms. Hygiene was taken very seriously and it was funny watching them use the long soft brushes to clean inside themselves. The best way was to make them clean each other. So funny! The look on their faces when he ordered them to push the brush in deeper! The bosses were very strict about that. Their arses had to be thoroughly cleaned. Then he had to lightly oil their bodies and check the girl's pussies. He'd take his time with the big girl. Of course, a good fuck was out of the question. They had clients arriving and he'd lose his bonus if the bosses found out. He grinned. A quick blowjob before the shower? Shouldn't take long. Never did, did it?

PAWNS BY ASBO "Glad you could make it," said Crompton, through his oiliest smile. "Gives you a chance to see downtown Littleton, though like I said, I would have been happy to deliver her to you - I know you have a busy schedule. Shame you can't stay longer, I could have given you the grand tour - I've lived here all my life, know it like the back of my hand. And I reckon I must own about a third of town by now," he added with just a hint of boastfulness. He ushered the sharply-dressed man into the shop, closing the door behind him, before bolting it and pulling down the 'Closed' blind. "I don't make a big thing of it. Most folk know I run the pawn shop, clearly, but I've done well with my Daddy's inheritance and they'd be surprised to know most of the real estate along Main Street is mine too. Best to keep a low profile, don't you think?" The visitor smiled indulgently, folding his Raybans and tucking them into the breast pocket of his $400 linen jacket. Crompton was fawning embarrassingly, but the stranger could put up with the odious, obese, little man a while longer. He was looking forward to collecting his latest purchase and the anticipation was teasingly arousing in its own right. He could bear the man's drivel, for now at least. He sat on the proffered chair and accepted the can of chilled soda. Outside was a steamy evening. The girl would sure sweat in the heat of the trunk. "I know we've discussed the transaction at length on the phone, but I'm curious, Mr Crompton," drawled the older man, "how you are in a position to offer her for sale. As a collector, I am always interested in the provenance of any new item." This guy is pure class, thought Crompton: it gave his ego a boost to think he was now in business with such a man. So much better than grubbing around with the folk round here, trying to make a buck here and there. "Well, Sir, it's a long story but I'll cut it short, because I know you have a long drive ahead of you and you'll be wanting to be on your way soon." The visitor nodded graciously. He was already thinking that he would almost certainly have to take a detour on the way, to play with her. He knew a place that would do just fine, not too far off the Interstate; somewhere remote and quiet where the sound of a thirteen-year-old girl experiencing her first decent whipping would not be overheard. He sipped his drink, warming to the idea of making her first chastisement al fresco, by moonlight. She deserved it after all: keeping him waiting like this. He had sent the kit by FedEx last week, and it was typically amateurish that neither she nor Crompton had had the nous to try it out first. So here he was, sitting in the middle of this grubby backwaters pawn shop, listening to this awful man, whilst presumably out back or upstairs, the little cunt was struggling to put it all on as per his careful written instructions. So be it. She would simply have to suffer more later. He focussed on Crompton, who was waiting for his visitor's full attention before he resumed speaking. "Her mother pawned her," said Crompton, pleased to see the man's eyebrow raise. "I've known the woman for years; we went to the same school. Trailer trash through and through. Married and divorced twice, had a daughter each time, couple o' months after the wedding, if you get my drift. Well, even her latest guy walked out on her a year or so back and she's been struggling to make ends meet ever since. Lived in a cramped apartment above the hardware store two blocks down. "She was a drinker. And a gambler. I know all this because I have majority share in both bars in town and I, er, have been know to run a discreet book." The out-of-towner gave the expected grin of admiration at Crompton's widespread commercial activities. "The book and the pawnshop are complementary businesses," smirked Crompton. "One way or another I take the suckers to the cleaners. Actually not strictly true - I also own the laundry two doors down!" Both men laughed. The visitor almost felt sorry for the fat, old man - it was all very well being king of the heap in a nothing place like this, but he doubted Crompton's property empire would be worth even the cheapest condo in his own development. "Well, a year or so back, the girl's mother came to me saying she couldn't meet her rent payment. She gave me all the crap about her old man not sending alimony and after some haggling I let her, er, pay me in kind." Crompton leered and his visitor felt pity for the unknown woman, having to pay off her debt with such a creep. "Least I could do - she's still the right side of thirty and has kept her figure. And very obliging... "Anyhow, that became kind of a regular thing but then she hit the bottle again and she's only got some lousy job stacking shelves and she was into me for over a grand. So she comes in here one day, kids in tow, clutching all kinds of shit, hoping to pawn it and pay off some of the money. I take her out back and she's giving me a quick blowjob while I think about it and I look through the one-way mirror from the office and I see her older daughter and I think she's a foxy little kid. Like her mother but without the years of booze and stress and stretch marks." That's certainly true, thought the man, recalling his first impression of the girl: tight little ass, long legs, streaky blonde curls and lips that would look great around a cock. He was so looking forward to seeing her in the flesh. Crompton was still talking. Both men seemed to be thinking the same evil thoughts. "I filled the bitch's mouth but all the time I was watching the girl and thinking how much better her's would be. "So I let the mother off a few hundred but it got me thinking and so when she came back the next month, bleating about how her landlord (guess who?) had hiked her rent and how she was desperate and couldn't pay me squat, I listened and then I suggested right there and then, that she pawned the girl. OK so she took some persuading but you can't raise two kids on three bucks an hour and a few foodstamps, not when you can't leave the sauce alone, can ya?" The visitor tried to picture the scene. "So what happened? Did she leave the girl with you?" It seemed implausible. "Nah. I mean that would take some explaining, in a town like this. No, what I did was agree to let the kid work here in the store after class, sweeping up or whatever and then after I closed up, I'd take her upstairs and let her pose for a few photos. I'd taken in a fancy new digital camera and it seemed like everything was fitting together. Afterwards, I'd drop her off at Mom's on my way home." "And the kid went along with this?" "Not at first. Her mother had to plead with the bitch, but frankly if it's a choice between being thrown out on the street or taking your top off for half an hour, there ain't much to discuss. I let Mom sit there the first time and I just did some shots in her underwear and a few topless to end off. Next time I got her posing properly. The results of which you know of course!" The man from the city nodded in agreement. By circuitous means, he had come into possession of some of Crompton's pictures and made some enquiries and then after he obtained a home video of the girl, he knew he wanted to have her. That was all a few weeks back and after some cautious and protracted haggling, he had made Crompton an offer he couldn't refuse. The visitor asked another question. "She looks nervous in the movies. What else did you do to her?" "Nothing much," declared Crompton, holding his arms out to express his honesty. "I won't say it didn't cross my mind to, but I never fucked her or anything. Just got her to pull my dick or give me a suck. She's not that good, to be honest, compared to Mom anyway." "I'm sure she just needs some concentrated training. I'll enjoy that," grinned the younger man. The floorboards above their heads creaked. Crompton said, "Sounds like she's on her way. I took at look at that stuff you sent - I hope it fits." "Well it was designed around the measurements you took off her. Doesn't matter if it's a little tight. Changing the subject for a moment, I'm still a bit unclear about her Mom?" "Ah, that's easy. I called in a favour or two to get them sorted but the legal papers are in order. When Mom got sentenced to two years upstate, she appointed me legal guardian. So if I chose to let her come stay with you, it's my call. I'll tell her the girl ran away." The visitor was still not entirely convinced although he was confident enough to accept the majority of the story - he had checked through contacts that the woman was now indeed serving time for a range of petty offences; as to whether she was genuinely guilty or had been cruelly set up, he did not wish to speculate. In the backwoods, justice was easily manipulated by the powerful, even second-raters like this guy. Maybe sensing scepticism, Crompton felt the need to expand. "Since we made our deal, Sir, the kid's just lived in the room over the shop. And school thinks she's gone to live with relatives in Michigan. "And as for Mom," he added, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "last I heard some bull dyke had got her started on smack. I wouldn't be surprised if she'll gets so fucked up in jail that she won't even remember her own kids." The bead curtain behind the counter rattled and parted and at last, the visitor could see his 'mail order' purchase. He sat back in the hard chair and crossed his leg over his knee, studying the girl. Crompton stepped behind her and ushered her into the middle of the shop, to stand in front of the man, taking from her a small cardboard box and placing it next to the till. She was holding her hands coyly in front of her chest and he seized her arms and pulled them down to her sides. "Stand up straight for the gentleman," he muttered in her ear. The girl was everything he had hoped for. Sixty inches tall, skinny as a rake, with spindly limbs and pale, melancholy complexion. Her long light hair was down, but needed a good brush, giving her the look of a waif. Her eyes, which only briefly flicked up to meet his, were sad and clear, greenish-blue, and would look great when filled with fresh tears, he thought. She wore the dress he had sent: a plain white cotton one, slightly waisted over her narrow hips, the buttoned front barely troubled by her almost non-existent bust. The hem reached demurely to her knees, and the collar, trimmed with a simple edging of white lace, was tall, reaching almost up to her proud, firm chin. Her arms were bare, and he noted the faintest blonde down on her skin. Her fingers were so delicate, despite the bitten nails. She was altogether so superbly small and frail and sexy. His guts were tight and his cock hard. "Mr Crompton?" prompted the man from the city, tilting his head, his eyes indicating the front of the shop. "Oh yeah, sorry," he replied and hurried outside, where he lowered the metal shutter over the window. When he returned, bolting the door behind him, the other man had finished unbuttoning the front of the dress, down to her waist. He pulled her closer and opened it, examining her chest and stomach. He smiled: so far, she had made a good job of wearing the gear he had supplied. He reached up, peeling the shoulders away and letting them fall down her arms. His eyes roved over her breasts and he unconsciously licked his lower lip. Then he took hold of the bunched material and helped it over her hips and down her thighs, letting it pool about her feet. She wore the short white bob socks and patent shoes he had included in the parcel. The man sat back again, to take in the full effect. She had been surprised then shocked by the outfit, yet more so when she read his detailed instructions and had peered inside the small box and handled the other items that had come in the package. It had appalled her to have to put it on, adding to the dread and fear she already had, since Crompton had explained he was sending her away for a while, 'to stay with a friend'. The only thing that had made it better had been that Crompton wasn't there to watch her do it. Greasy old man Crompton, with his cameras and sweaty fingers and disgusting dick that she had to wank and put her mouth around. At least he wasn't there when she stepped into the leather and tried to figure out how it fastened up. Or when she prepared the other things. She could not believe what she was doing. Both men were ogling her. Though she had scrubbed herself in the tub, as she had been told, she felt hot and dirty, to be standing there like that, having some strange man taking off her clothes. He hadn't even said hello. The supple leather accentuated her slimness, and against the backdrop of her smooth white skin, its sharply defined, rich and polished brown lustre proclaimed so starkly its domination of her little body. The custom-made ensemble comprised two main components, respectively shaped approximately like a strapless bra and a sculpted waistbelt, and joined by two thin straps running vertically down her sides. The top part left her shoulders bare, and instead of two cups, there were rings of leather, with apertures approximately five inches in diameter, through which the shallow, fleshy mounds of her immature young breasts protruded. The perimeter of the apertures were laced although her tits were still too small and flat for the increased constriction to have much effect: on a bustier girl, they would have thrust the breasts out and forward. She had made an attempt to attach the nipple clamps: intricate silver representations of book presses with pair of screw threads linking the two tiny beams, but one was crooked and the other had slipped off altogether and was hanging from beneath her breast on the small silver chain attached to the leather strapping. Around her tiniest of waists was the arched belt, shaped very much like a traditional suspender belt, with straps hanging vertically down front and back, though instead of supporting stockings, these were clipped to a pair of one-inch wide loops of leather buckled around the very tops of her thin yet muscular thighs, buckle outwards. Her crotch was therefore exposed, and the visitor from the state capital lingered, enjoying for the first time the beauty of her pubic mound, lightly dusted at the sides and top with the finest blonde wisps, and blushing with the faintest pink. Her crack was so crisply defined, the inner labia neatly concealed and the slender roll of her clitoral hood sat magnificently between the fleshy outer lips. He frowned at her and she looked up sharply as he spoke to her, those big green eyes pained and fearful. "You omitted the labial clips and your nipple clamps are a disgrace. Are you just stupid or naturally disobedient?" The girl's lower lip quivered. Beyond it, he glimpsed the whiteness of her even adult teeth, almost too big for her mouth. His cock was aching inside his pants. She tried to reply but he cut her off before she had uttered a syllable. "Come here!" he ordered and she stepped closer. He reached up and stroked her bare nipple. Warm, soft and thick - large in relation to her tiny tits, with a cone of dusky aureole puffing proud of the firm breast. He lifted the dangling clamp and applied it, turning the thumbscrews expertly, his eyes boring into hers, pausing only when they narrowed in pain and she gasped. He straightened and tightened the other, until she again winced. The sound of her discomfort was music, sheer music. "Next time, do it properly." He looked down to her groin, framed so excitingly by the strapping, so that it seemed as if she were pushing out her girlish pubis at him in temptation. "Move your legs apart," he instructed, quietly and firmly, but the authority in his voice had a cold undertone that made her give a shudder. "Why did you leave these off?" he asked, holding one of the thin straps between his fingers. Attached at right-angles to each of the front 'suspenders' were two thin, quarter-inch straps, adjustable, on the end of each was a rubber-coated pair of sprung jaws, somewhat like clothes pegs, but in miniature. When passed across the front of her body, they lined up with her cunny. "I er, they would hurt..." she spluttered in her thin, breathy voice. "What?" boomed the man. "Of course they would fucking hurt, you dumb little cunt! They're supposed to hurt. Everything I'm going to do to you is supposed to hurt! From now on, your whole stupid little life will be one long hurt, except when you're asleep or I'm fucking your cute little ass!" The girl stumbled slightly, surprised by the outburst, stunned by what the words meant. What was happening? Who was this man and why was he saying this? Mom had said that though Crompton was a sleazeball, he would at least look after her. She had said Crompton was trying to get her out of the state prison and into an open farm, where the other women, the bad ones, wouldn't be able to beat her up. So she had been nice to Crompton, for Mom's sake, like Mom had asked her. She had done what he said, done those dirty things and even put on this awful costume like he had told her. So what was going on? Why were they doing this and why was the new man so horrible? He was very different. Younger, sharper, educated. From the city. But he was so cold, the way he looked at her. And the things he was now saying? Surely she didn't really have to go away with him? And he said he was going to hurt her and... Please, Crompton? Mom? "Stand still!" barked the man, and she tried to, was too frightened not to, though she could feel herself shaking. She chewed her lip at the touch of the man's fingers down below, brushing her most private and sensitive parts, but she willed herself to remain rigid, put up with his roughness, for she quite correctly sensed that he was not a man to cross. She had no doubt that he really would hurt her if she disobeyed him. But despite herself, she gave a squeak of pain when the first clip sank over the delicate edge of her outer labia. And another three times, she fought to suppress a cry. Yet she could not hold back the tears that formed hotly and ran silently over her sculpted cheeks and dripped from her jaw. Tears that underlined her hopelessness. Mom wasn't here any more. There was no-one to look after her. Nobody to stop nasty men in silk shirts putting clips on her pussy and sliding the straps tight until her lips gaped and splayed and her glossy pink insides were revealed. She did not dare move, frightened that the clips would pull, even tear, if she shifted her legs. Helpless, alone. She was terrified. She glanced around at Crompton. He was standing there, the fat slob, sweating and staring at her pussy. He caught her looking at him and scuttled off, embarrassed, behind the shop counter. He leaned hard against it and supporting his head in his hands, resumed his pervy eyeballing. "Step over the dress and walk around," ordered the man, indicating a vague circle with his finger. Lips quivering but still not daring to question him, she obeyed, gingerly lifting her foot and very carefully, unsteadily, and keeping her feet together, she began to walk around the shop, about the man's chair. He watched her every move, slyly chuckling at her nervousness. The clips flexed and tugged at her labia as she walked. "Stop!" he cried, when she was facing away from him. He merely wanted to enjoy her great little butt, hard and deeply dimpled to the sides. It would be so great to spank it later, maybe as a prelude to using one of the whips he had in the car. "Legs apart! Now bend over at the waist. More... OK hold it there!" Silhouetted between her legs, her cunt looked fantastic - her inner lips had yet to grow and he liked the childish form she still had down there. He could see the wrinkled aperture of her anus. Such pleasures he looked forward to when he got her back to his place. The playroom over the garage was ready and waiting. "Stand up. Arms above your head - reach up and touch the ceiling. Come on, you lazy cunt, up on your tippy toes!" Even across the room, he could hear her wince as the clips strained and bit into her soft labia. He made her maintain the pose for a full three minutes, until her body was so taut and shaking and her whimpers so pathetic that he thought he might not be able to resist having her there and then. Crompton sprawled over the counter, almost drooling, grinding his hips against it. The girl's new master bade her complete a couple more circuits and then told her to stand before him again. "Fetch the box," he commanded. She brought it from the counter. Crompton licked his lips as he watched her; droplets of sweat had broken out on his forehead. She handed the visitor the box. As he opened the lid, he tapped the inside of her ankles with his crocodile skin boot. "Wider." The extra strap was an inch wide and about eighteen inches long, narrowing into a thin thong for the length that would sit between the cheeks of her ass. One end had a spring clip, which attached to a loop in the centre rear of her belt. Then, once the strap was pulled up between her legs, the other end had a buckle so that it could be pulled tight when passed through the corresponding loop in the belt, beneath her belly button. But it was much more than a simple crotch strap. Along its length, on the side which was to make contact with her body, were small press studs. These in themselves would prove irritating and uncomfortable, chafing the tender flesh of her intimate regions, but their principal purpose was to allow the attachment of small accessories, that were now revealed in the mans lap, arranged in a cloth roll like sockets for a wrench. He was a patriot and would have preferred US-made goods, but sadly these devious little devices were only available to order from the Far East. He struggled to maintain his air of sophisticated cool. No way did he want the country hick Crompton to see how nervous he was. He was the dude, the sharp operator from the city, humoring the slimeball only until he had taken delivery. No way would he let on quite how amazing this moment was. This girl wasn't the first and he doubted she'd be his last, but she was the only one he could call his own, who would be his live-in toy and his slave and satisfy his every craving; the first underage girl he would fuck, who wasn't being charged out by the hour or shared with some sleazy uncle and who had to be handed back afterwards. This one truly belonged to him. He willed his fingers to behave. Crompton was still bent over the counter, red in the face, presumably incredulous at what he was witnessing. The visitor blessed him with a patronising smirk and removed the first item from the tool roll. Bet this old fart from the ass-end of nowhere had never seen anything like this, he thought to himself - let's give him a show. The process was very much trial and error. He had to stand up to do it and once he had attached the strap behind the girl, he made her put her foot up on the chair, so that he could pass it beneath her and test the length, then memorise the appropriate studs. The ones that corresponded to her clit and her vagina and her anus: the ones to which the little toys had to be attached. Touching her, being so close to her like this, after so long lusting over her electronic image - it was incredible. Shit, he had looked forward so much to this moment, as he studied again and again the girl's pictures and Crompton's home movies of her, and he counted down the time when he could drive down to this nowhere town and hand over the envelope of bills and take her away. He really had hit the jackpot, finding this kid. And this guy was more than happy to part with her, for a relatively modest payment. In fact by the standards of his lifestyle as a successful investment consultant, the sum was inconsequential. Seemed almost a pity to take advantage of these unimaginative country folk! He applied a small coating of KY to the first accessory he had snapped on to the strap - a little cock-shaped butt plug, no more than and inch long and half across - just enough to let her know it was there. For her cunt, he had a small ball, like a marble, mounted on a very short, flexible, nylon stalk rising from the male half of the press stud. Again, it would sit just inside her without any problem, even if (as he hoped and expected, from Crompton's claim), that she was still virgo intacto. For her clitoris, there was a strange Y-shaped rubber sucker, which was affixed in the inverted position beneath the flap of her clitoral hood. It was intended to amplify and pass on every movement of the strap, as it pressed against her: subtle yet over time, quite infuriating to the wearer, the advertising shit said in broken Japlish. Bending close, and smelling her intimate warmth, he eased the plug and ball into her unwilling holes and kept the pressure on the strap as he fingered the lubricated sucker into place astride her clitoral hood and passed the end of the strap up through the second loop. The young girl was so tense, he thought she might snap. She winced and sucked and grimaced throughout his ministrations. Better get fucking used to it, he thought. But finally, there it all was: even better than he had dared hope. One trussed little fucker, standing uneasily in front of him, cunt and ass and tits all suitably under his control. Awesome! An hour or two sweating in the trunk of the Lexus, bouncing around with that shit in and on her, and she would almost be begging him to take her out and whip her. And then when he got her home... "Go and show Mr Crompton," he told the girl, spinning her around by her hips and patting her tight young buttock as she wobbled over to the counter. She walked so stiffly, trying to keep her thighs pressed together and her back straight, so as not to tension the tight strap between her labia and buttocks, nor put any more pressure on the hideous things he had slid inside her. Inside her! How much worse was this ever going to get, she thought. As she approached Crompton, he looked up at her, heavy-lidded and red faced. His hand was beneath the counter and she was sure he shuddered and sighed as he looked her up and down. He was playing with himself under there, he concluded. He was a disgusting pig, but she wasn't scared of him. Not like this new man. He was different. She could not read him like she could the fat man who was friends with Mom. The shopkeeper was not a nice man but did give her a place to stay, and fed her, which was OK, if you ignored the dirty stuff she had to do sometimes. She was even contemplating begging Crompton not to let the man do anything more, to plead with him not to let the man from the city take her away. But the fat man's eyes seemed glazed and distracted and he quickly looked away and then the stranger summoned her back. "Put your dress on, pick up that bundle and wait by the door. We shall be leaving shortly." He wiped his brow with a silk handkerchief. There was no sign that Crompton was going to come out from behind the counter to see him off. Dumb country oaf! The greaseball seemed to get off watching though - maybe he'd send him a picture or two later: show him how it was done when you had a bit of class. Putting on the dress was a nightmare. She tried to step into it, but the thing in her ass hurt when she bent down, so she tried to lift it up over her head and she immediately doubled up when it felt like her pussy was being ripped apart by the clips and that ball thing inside her. Whatever she did, her body seemed to be invaded and tugged and squeezed. The man was watching, scowling. With a massive effort, she stretched and managed to haul the dress over her head and around her neck, but the pinches and throbbing in her privates kept on and on, all the time she was finding the arm holes, and even when she was only reaching up to fasten the buttons. And when the dress closed over her chest, the clamps bit around her already swollen nipples. Nothing would stop the pain all over her body. She had so many questions. And worries. And she hurt. Already she really hurt, and he had hardly touched her. Too late. Mom, what should she do? She was so frightened, even more so now that the man had made her wear that terrible thing under her dress and put these things in her private parts. She began to cry, silently, watching the man who was about to take her away and...? She did not know what would happen then, but she felt very, very sick. He put the chair to one side and walked over to Crompton, as it was obvious that the ignorant bumpkin wasn't going to come round and see him to the door. Good job he did not treat his own clients so discourteously after concluding business in his city office. Still - he had done the deal, paid the balance and was ready to take away the goods. And if he had gotten a bargain, that was his own good fortune and the man from Hicksville's loss. He proffered his hand and the pawnbroker seemed to wipe his own beneath the counter before shaking it. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr Crompton," he grinned. The older man smiled back, wiping the away a bead of sweat from his temple with the back of his hand. The visitor was about to leave when he paused and turned back towards the counter. "One more thing I meant to ask. What happened to the other daughter?" Crompton's porky face broke into a wide, sweaty grin. "Come around," he said, lifting the flap of the counter. His visitor indulged him again. He was anxious to take off with the girl, but another minute wouldn't matter and he had asked the question after all. He was not prepared for what he found, on the far side of the counter. Or rather, beneath it. He made a double take as Crompton stood aside, beaming at his guest's amazement. It took a moment to understand what he was seeing. In the dim void beneath the counter itself, he identified a pair of round, bright yet red-rimmed, eyes, which stared up curiously at him. They were set in a small, open face, pale-skinned, and when he looked close, he could see the telltale drool of cum still running down her chin from the corner of her small, open mouth. Strands of semen clung to her tongue and front teeth. She was panting. Her cheeks were bright and shiny, her forehead, part-covered by a mass of blonde curls, was wet with perspiration. The visitor ducked down. The little girl, no more than nine or ten, was naked. Her arms were fastened to a horizontal bar a foot beneath the counter top, by old leather belts tied around her upper and lower arms. This kept her head forward but a tall leather collar, perhaps four inches wide and set with ornamental studs, prevented her from lowering her chin. With her arms held out away from her body, it meant she was kept in a squatting position and to assist her, a length of wood had been pushed down between her thighs, to keep them wide apart. When he stooped further, taking in the simple beauty of her pretty young snatch, he saw the brush. He frowned, then traced along the metal bar attached to it, ending with the old sewing machine treadle directly beneath the till. Examining the scrubbing brush further, he discerned how the upturned bristles had been carefully cut to shape, and with growing admiration, he realised why, for the small child's labia and crotch were sizzling pink, pock-marked with dozens of tiny red indentations, where she had been multiply impaled. Crompton placed his foot lightly on the pedal and the bar moved about its fulcrum. The brush lifted and nestled over her spread groin, dozens of stiff spikes pressing up against the tenderest parts of her body. Her eyes watered as the man watched, her mouth fell open and she shivered and her eyes screwed tight shut, but she refused to let herself cry out. Training? Fear? The man from the city could not tell. But now he had not just the answer to his question but an explanation of the pawnbroker's curious behaviour behind the counter. He was fascinated. Kneeling, he put his hand on the girl, cupping her flat little tits and when Crompton released the treadle and the bristles lowered, he felt compelled to lay his fingers over her burning, moist little pussy. Like her big sister, the little girl cried silently, her face torn between pain and despair. The girl's vagina was sticky with mucus, though he decided not to explore his finger inside without Crompton's permission. Though he smeared it between her labia, his expression now one of amused excitement at the girl's hopeless submission to his touch. He offered his fingers to her and without bidding; she licked and sucked her own juice from them. "Jeez, Mr Crompton, let me apologise," said the man from the city, standing up and drying his hand on his silk handkerchief. "I misjudged you, sir." The overweight man beamed, though his triumph was undermined when he realised his zipper was still down and he hastily fumbled to rectify it. "We may not be too fancy or sophisticated out here," he replied, "but we know a bit about cultivation and this little chickadee is ripening just fine. I'm not getting any younger but she'll serve me well right up until the time when even the little blue pills can't work their magic. "She fits under there just fine and when custom is slow, she's just what I need. A little pressure on the gas pedal and she runs as sweet as my Dodge." Crompton put his fingers in the sides of his mouth and gave a shrill whistle. Almost immediately there was the sound of pattering feet on the stairs behind the shop and when the bead curtain rattled open, two small girls appeared, one leading the other on a dog leash. They were both around the same age as the girl tied beneath the counter - around ten - and like her, almost entirely naked. They scuttled to Crompton's side, each kneeling and putting their arm protectively around his leg, like a pair of well-trained hunting dogs coming to heel. They stared curiosity at the stranger, glancing up occasionally at the fat pawnbroker, as if to seek his approval. The girl wearing the collar and leash was thin as a beanpole, her ribs prominent and her stomach hard and toned. Her long black hair was unkempt and her lively dark eyes sparkled with mischief. A small, sparse fan of pubic hair already topped her prominent pussy mound. The other was shorter, black, with a short-cropped mass of curls. She was in the midst of a puppy fat stage, her breasts already fleshing out though still lacking definition, and before she knelt beside Crompton, the visitor just noticed the telltale dull red stripes of a recent beating across her dusky, fleshy little ass. The girls exchanged glances and giggled. Crompton laid a proprietorial hand on each young head. The black girl looked up as if to ask something. She tugged the cuff of his shirtsleeve and he nodded in reply. "It's incredible what people will pawn if they're desperate enough. And out here it's real easy for some little folk to drop right off the radar." He stroked his fingers through the little girls' hair. Staring with incredulity, his guest was transfixed when the cute latino leaned across Crompton's legs and placed a gentle, quite tender kiss on her companion's eager lips. The girls' mouths softened and pressed together, tongues flicking. The girls paused for breath, beaming adoringly at each other, and resumed, oblivious to their audience. "A little investment for my future - as you can see, I have my own modest portfolio, but it meets my needs. This time next year, I'll be comfortably settled in to my retirement place down South, with these little beauties to keep me amused. Thanks to you, Sir, my mortgage on it is now history!" The visitor pulled his lips into a tight grin of admiration. He shook his head. "Mr Crompton - you are one Hell of a dealer! The very best of luck to you, sir." He was still shaking his head when he led his new purchase by the hand, out to the waiting Lexus.

JANET'S HOME PRISON SENTENCE BY DREAMCHASER Part 2 On the fourth morning, they both came for me. Mother unlocked my ankle shackle with me still on my bed and told me to go to the bathroom where we went through the by now familiar procedure with my wrist cuffs. Having finished with the toilet, I was led back to the bedroom where my father was collecting up the chain. "We are now going to move you to your new quarters which will effectively be your cell for the next year. The main garage has been converted for your use at the back of the house. There you will be secluded, and nobody will have any idea of you presence. What friends we have seen have been told that you have been returned to an institution for a year, so no one will miss you. Rest assured, you are a prisoner and as in any punishment regime, resistance and non-compliance will result in harsher punishments, heavier restriction and even extension of you sentence. You may nod if you understand this." I nodded meekly. "Today you will be fitted with various items that will facilitate your training. From time to time these will change, often for a more severe form as your body adjusts to its newly found abilities. Do not think that for one minute that any of this will be easy. It will be strenuous, tedious and often most painful. Learn well and quickly and the pain will be lessened." Finishing his sentence, he grabbed me by one arm and my mother grabbed the other. I was then marched through the house and out to the massive garage complex which when built was big enough to hold about six cars. The place had been totally stripped of all the tools and garden equipment that had been previously stored here. I could see that the floor had been swept, and there was green matting laid all around the outside of the room along the walls to a width of about five foot, but for the most part, there was only the grey concrete which felt cold under my bare feet. In the middle of the room was a bed, normal in all respects except for the fact that it was much shorter than usual, I estimated it to be only about four feet long. The headboard and footboard both had holes of different sizes cut in them, with a large one in the middle and then two smaller ones on either side. Suddenly I had a very bad feeling of what was to come. "Welcome to your new home", my father said as he pulled me through the door. "I'm sure that you will become familiar with the more unique features of this dwelling as time goes on, but for now, I will introduce you to the more basic facilities. He led me over to a large circular post reaching from floor to ceiling that had been installed next to the bed. I was stood between two upright pillars, which came to just over waist height. Behind me was another pillar with a wheel in top driven by a handle. I felt my arms being released from my cuffs, only for them to be reattached in front. A chain which was hanging down on the post was connected to the, and with a rattling reminiscent of a medieval dungeon scene, my arms were drawn way above my head until only the tips of my toes remained on the ground. Gently I swayed from side to side. "This will be your basic introduction to some of the aspects of your training, Janet. We will start with corset training and waist reduction. A lot of your training will revolve around modification of your body, to create the perfect vision of yourself in the eyes of any suitor that might come along once you are released. The first weeks will involve getting your body accustomed to being in unnatural restriction and stretching the muscles that you will need for your walking and deportment classes." I felt a leather sheath being wrapped around my body, trying to look down at what they were doing to it. It appeared to be a long body corset, which went from above my breasts all the way down to my hips. The front was secured by about ten clasps; my growing breasts were accommodated in two large holes, so that the leather surrounded the base of each, the nipples becoming harder all the time. While he was doing the front up, I could feel my mother arranging the laces at the back. She was threading each side through the pulleys and to the handle. Once everything was threaded properly, she started turning the handle, drawing the slack out of the laces, while at the same time making sure that they were drawing through the eye-lets of the corset. Soon there was no slack left, and the edges of the corset began to draw together, first in the middle, which took my breath away. I tried to scream that it was too tight, but the effective gag muffled my every word. Ever so slowly, the resistance to the laces at the top and bottom of the corset were overcome, creating an every increasing pressure on my chest. Looking down. I noticed that my breasts were also enlarging, being forced at the base through the strategically placed holes. At last, the pulling stopped as the edges finally met. All mother had to do to release the laces was to pull the handle out, catching the now loose excess lacing as it fell through the pulley. She then knotted the ends very tightly before tucking away the excess in little pouches on each hip. "This is your first corset, Janet, which has been made to a size four inches less than your waist size. Get used to it, because for now you will spend night and day in it, until more suitable clothing for nightwear can be made for you. Now turn around again to face me after I have unlocked your gag. Your will not say a word on penalty of spending the day hanging by your wrists as you are now. The choice is yours. With my wrists already aching, I felt obliged to comply as the gag fell away from my mouth. I span round on my tiptoes to face him. In his had he had what appeared to be a piece of plastic made up of several layers of different sizes, with a couple of pins sticking out at ninety degrees at one end and an odd shaped slot cut in the middle. It looked like a squared out letter 'J' with a slightly larger hole at the top of the letter. The piece was flat at the end with the pins and but the remainder was curved. "Time for your permanent gag to be installed," he explained to me. "This will remain in your mouth for the duration of your punishment. You will learn to eat and drink with it in place, and as it will not be an impediment to your breathing or oral hygiene, there is no reason whatsoever to remove it. Now open your mouth and put your tongue out as far as possible. Obeying his command, I put out my tongue. I felt him toying with the barbell that filled the piercing that had instigated all of this trouble for me. I could feel the end on the bottom of my tongue being pushed upwards by his finger so that the top of the barbell was above my tongue. He fed the plate into my mouth so that it lay flat against the top of my tongue, then as he moved it around, the barbell engaged in the slot in the plate. Slowly he pushed the plate back, causing the barbell to move further forward in the slot, and the two pins to start pushing at the skin at the back of my lips. Suddenly, the whole thing moved sideways and then back slightly, forcing the barbell to engage in a slot against the natural direction that the tongue would move it. Try as I may, there was no way I could detach my tongue from that plate, it was solid and held flat. I knew that without the flexibility of my tongue coherent speak would be almost impossible but worse was to come. When I closed my mouth, I realised that my teeth would no longer come together. The middle layer of the plate was wide enough to cover my bottom set of teeth. It meant that in order to move my tongue, I would have to physically open my mouth but that was made impossible by the next step. The two other piercing that had been done along with my tongue now become useful to him. Attaching a minute jewellery clip, most likely from a necklace chain, to ring in my lip, he connected my lower lip to my nose ring. There was now no way that I could open my mouth, so of course no means of moving my tongue. I was as good as mute and likely to stay that way for a very long time. He stopped to examine his handiwork for a minute then told me to attempt to speak. All I could manage was a couple of squeaks and mumbles before breaking into a gagging fit, which took time to control. "Very effective isn't it?" he gloated. "Isn't it ironic that the very things that got you into this mess are going to prove so useful in creating the remedy. I think now that it is time to introduce you to part of your sleeping arrangements while we get a few more items sorted out." With another clatter of chain, he released my hands, and led me over to the bed, beckoning me to sit up straight on the edge, which was something that came naturally with the constriction that I was feeling on my waist. While I sat waiting, my father undid some bolts on the headboard and the footboard. The top parts of both lifted up and I knew with some dread that my earlier guess had been right. Parts of my body were intended for the holes. He made me lie down with my neck in the larger hole of the headboard, and my wrists in the closest of the smaller holes. As soon as I was in an approximate position, he replaced the upper board trapping my neck and hands in place. I experimented to see just how much movement the boards would allow me, which was not very much at all. The lack of support behind my head became a concern, but after putting the bolts back in to secure the two parts together, he raised a shelf under my head and positioned it so that the back of my head rested on a padded section. My ankles rested over the footboard, at what seemed to be the correct length for the simple task of imprisoning my ankles as well. Strangely, the holes for my feet were not circular, but were tear shaped. At first I couldn't figure out why, and it was not until later that I discovered the horrible reason. With both parts of what he called "the stocks" in place I was rendered unable to move, except to wriggle my hips slightly. Some of that movement was then removed when two very long straps were passed over and around my body and the bed. Positioning them above and below my breasts he cinched them down as hard as he could, pinning my chest and making it difficult for me to breath. Standing over me, he looked into my terrified and distressed eyes. "Now Janet," since you seem to enjoy getting yourself pierced, I've decided that it would be appropriate and useful to add a few more. I'll be back in a minute and then I'm going to pierce your nipples and put rings in them". My eyes bulged at the prospect and I tried desperately to wriggle free of my bonds, but to no available Screaming did not do any good either, because it only ended up in my having another gagging fit. He came back shortly carrying a tray with a number of items on it, which he placed next to my head. I tried to turn slightly to see what was on their but to no avail. He started to give me a running commentary on what he was doing, which made this even worse. "OK Janet" he started, "I've been reliably informed that this does not hurt at all. Your mother had this done many years ago, but you didn't know that did you?" I shook my head briefly, trying to imagine my mother with pierced nipples. "What I'm going to do first is apply some anaesthetic and antiseptic to the area surrounding your nipples." I felt his fingers rubbing an ice cold substance on them, cold enough that I could almost feel them going numb. He waited for a couple of minutes to allow the gel to take effect. In his hand, I could make out what appeared to be miniature paper clamp with rubber tipped ends. A great pressure on my left breast built up as he applied it to the area immediately behind the nipple, to stop the flow of blood, he explained. In his right hand he now had what looked like a gun, which he pressed onto the side of my nipple. I closed my eyes tightly, trying not to imagine the ultra sharp needle being shot straight through the skin and out of the other side, but it was not good. The incredible pain made the vision all too real. Tears streamed from my eyes as a second larger needle was inserted by hand to open up the wound wide enough to take the small ring that was intended to find a home there. He left the clamp in place as he threaded the nipple ring through the hole, before adding a small length of chain to the ring and mating the two ends together. Then, to add to the misery, he swiftly soldered the gap, meaning that I could only be removed by cutting it off. The all to painful process was repeated with the other nipple, the fact that I had been through it once making it none the less distressing. "I'm going to leave those to heal slightly for tonight, before I attach the chain, but I will explain now what they are for. All of the corsets that are made for you will leave your breasts uncovered in the same way that this one does. The chains will be attached to small clips that have been sown in above you breasts. When attached, they will physically lift your breasts by the nipples, which will no doubt provide a considerable amount of discomfort to you in the early days, particularly when you are exercising. The amount of tension can, of course, be adjusted in the event of any minor infractions. As of tomorrow, your breast training commences. Now, we'll deal with your feet, since a major part of your deportment training will involve teaching you how to walk, balance and hold yourself in the most extreme of footwear." Stood now at the end of the bed, he released the ankle stock slightly and pulled my foot towards him. Although I could not see what was going on, again he gave me a running commentary. "The cuffs that I am now attaching to your ankles will stay on you until necessary. They will ensure that you will always retain your shoes on your feet, whatever happens." As he passed the strap around my ankle, I felt another strap going under the arch of my foot. From the feel of it, it had two pieces of metal attached, one straight across the arch, and another longer piece lying up the middle of my foot. "What you can feel under your foot is a retaining strap for a two inch long bolt which is now protruding from the base of your foot. I would advise you that if you ever do have to stand barefoot, which will be a rarity, do not attempt to put your foot flat on the floor as this could have very painful consequences. At all times your feet will either be in high heels, or in an arched position. The purpose of this is to ensure that your calf muscles cannot relax and lose their tension as this could lead to pulled muscles. It will not stop your training, but it will be very painful, particularly in the latter stages when your heels will be excessively high. Incidentally, in order that you maintain a ladylike step at all times, there is a connecting hobble chain between your ankles that will only allow a maximum twelve inch step." "We're going to start your off with a reasonable heel height, just so that you can become accustomed over the first few days to walking on the balls of your feet, something that you have never had to do before. This is the shoe that I am going to be fitting you with for the rest of the day." He lifted it up to that I could see it over the top of the stock. As you can see, it is only a 4" heel of the stiletto variety. All of your shoes from now on will have the same type of heel. The maximum width at the tip will not be more than five millimetres, which will undoubtedly cause you problems at first in keeping your balance but I know that when you find out what happens when you lose your balance, you will quickly adapt." I looked at the shoe that he was holding up, and immediately dreaded having to walk in them. Even though he said they were moderate, the fact that I only wore a size four shoe made the arch look mountainous. They appeared only to be a sole and a heel. The only means of support for the foot was a toe strap that was buckled across the instep. At the moment it was undone, the strap flapping about as the shoe was being held up. I felt the right shoe being applied to the sole of my foot, and realised that the projection under my foot was going to have to pass through the sole of the shoe. I later discovered, when I got a chance to look at them, that once on, a large nut was used to secure the shoe to the sole of my foot. Without the appropriate tool, there was no way that it could be removed, even with the strap undone. He then did the toe strap up, which I suppose was only there to prevent the shoe from twisting sideways on my foot since it served no purpose in actually hold the shoe on my foot. The left shoe quickly followed. The feel of the arch of my foot was an unfamiliar and not too comfortable one. At the time I was worried that I was going to have to sleep in these things as well, but later wished that this were the case as night-time would prove to be far worse. With my feet finished, he released the stock on my neck slightly, enough that I could withdraw my hands but not my neck for now. Evidently, it was now the turn of my hands to be prepared and I imagined that I would have to wear wrist cuffs of some description. He returned carrying what looked like to leather tubes, so narrow that is was difficult to see what they could be used for. Instructing me to keep my fingers straight and my thumb tucked in to the palm of my hand; the left hand got forced into one of the tubes that I noticed ended in a cone shaped point. Once in the tube the space for my fingers got narrower and narrower. Then my fingers hit something metal in the lining as well, which was where the cone began. As my fingers went deeper and deeper into the cone, they become more compressed until the middle finger reached the end of the cone. The top of the tube was now reaching the joint of my elbow, covering my entire lower arms in a tight kid leather sheath. He didn't need straps on my wrists at all. The tubes were so tight that I could not have removed without the use of another pair of hands. All that was left of my hands was a couple of points, shaped deliberately so that even with both hands, grasping something would be difficult. It must have been about two o'clock in the afternoon by the time all the preparations were finished. My hands were put both in the stocks and I was left for an hour to acclimatise to my new surroundings, not that I could see much from my position. Hunger pangs had returned as well, reminding me that I had not had any food in the past three days. I just had to lie there feeling more and more sorry for myself. I cried again, desperate for my situation, and frightened of what lay ahead and was still sobbing when my father returned about an hour later. Releasing me from the wooden panels that held me, he stood me upright, and I felt the effects of the high heels for the very first time. My foot was being forced into what I thought was an impossible arch and there was an instant feeling of pressure on my toes and the ball of my foot. My left hand was pulled far behind me, and I felt it being strapped above my right hip. Evidently, there must have been straps built into the corset to hold them there. He repeated the procedure with my right hand so that the arms crossed at the elbows. Fortunately, being so young, I was supple enough to cope with this but even so, the strain on my shoulders was incredible. I had to arch my back to cope with the pain, which was added to when another strap was passed around my elbows, locking them to my body as well. Now that you're out of bed, I might as well give a taste of the exerciser that I've prepared for you, to assist with your walking lessons. With his hand in my back, he pushed me gently towards the wall. I wasn't prepared for that or the effect that having a chain on my ankles was going to have on how far a step I good take and I almost fell forward until my father grabbed me and pulled me back. The heels didn't help either, as my balance was immediately thrown forward when I stumbled. Clearly, walking was not going to be the automatic process that it had always been under the conditions. Taking hold of my arm to offer me some support in during my first faltering steps, he led me to a box, mounted on the wall. For the first time I noticed two thin chains attached to a thin cable reaching from the ceiling. Looking up to where it came from, I saw the rail which, when I followed it's course, led right around the walls directly above the green matting and back to where I stood. "This is how you will learn about walking like a lady. As this is the first time, you will only be given a short and slow demonstration, but from tomorrow, your training starts properly. The chain in front of you is attached to a small, motorised tractor unit, which is hanging from the track above you. You in turn will be connected to the chain, which will dictate the pace at which you move and for how long. Normally, these chains will be connected directly to your nipple chains, so that any hesitation on your part will result in your nipple rings being pulled away from your body. There is a safety feature should you fall so that you don't tear your nipple rings out and permanently disfigure yourself. The junction between the cable and the chain is also an electrical connection; one where the amount of pressure needed to break the connection is adjustable from almost nothing to twenty pounds. For the early days of your training, it will be set very low, as you are likely to fall quite a lot, but as your training increases or you show no improvement in your abilities to handle higher and different heels, the pressure will be increased. I suspect that by then end, your normal sessions will have it set at about ten pounds. Not a lot you may think, but then think of five bags of sugar dangling from your nipples and you will realise that you will be in great pain if you fall. The amount of time that you spend on the exercising will be dictated by the setting on this timer. As you can see, it goes up to eight hours. You will be able to see this as you pass on each circuit. If the electrical circuit is broken in the connection, the timer will stop and a message will be sent to a pager that we both your mother and I will carry. One of us will come and reconnect it for you. Only when we start the tractor again does the timer recommence counting. The speed is also fully adjustable from a very slow walk to running, which you will be expected to achieve in due course. You will also be expected to cope with various obstacles that you encounter in every day life, such as stairs, slopes and uneven surfaces such as stones." Having given the sales pitch, he connected the chains. Mercifully, he used the coupling on my corset above my breasts, which my nipple chains were intended to be connected to, explaining that as I had only had my nipples pierced that afternoon, he would let the heal slightly first. "I've set the tractor for thirty minutes, which will probably take you an hour to complete with the number of times you are likely to fall. Once you have completed that, your mother will give you some food, as you must now be extremely hungry. After that, I wish to make a cast of your feet and you will then be put to bed for the night." With that he hit the button which started me on my way. At first, I thought it hadn't started, but slowly the slack was taken out of the chains and I felt the inexorable pull on my corset. I took my first step, watching the chain to make sure that it stayed slack. This time I was more conscious of the chain on my ankle and tried to experiment with the best way to walk. I found that because of the length of the hobble, I could manage only to put the heel of one foot about four inches in front of the other toe. However, by keeping my feet in a straight line, rather than walking with feet side to side, it gave me another inch or so in every step. I managed to achieve about 10 steps the first time, before I stumbled in the unfamiliar shoes that I wore. Immediately I started to fall, the cable tightened and I heard the click as the chain separated at the connection. I went crashing down on the matting; not able to save myself with my arms clamped so useless behind me. I lay there, wondering if I had done any damage to myself and thankful that I had fallen on the matting and not on the cold, hard surface of the concrete floor. A soft beeping sound came from the direction that my father stood, watching me but not making any move. He took the pager off his belt, silencing the alarm and then walked over to where I lay and assisted me to my feet. After plugging the chain back into the socket, he went back to the timer box and hit the button again to start me on my way, satisfied at least that the system that he had put together was working. It took me about twenty minutes to complete the first circuit, in which I fell four times, each time being picked up by my watching father and started on my way. Gradually, I got used to the pace of the machine and was able to time my steps so that I kept the cable at about the same tension. The hobble chain took more getting used to, since every so often the need to take controlled steps was overtaken by the natural urge to take a normal step. Almost invariably, that cause me to stumbled and it took a great amount of concentration to recover, especially when the tractor continued to move forward pulling me along while all I wanted to do was stop and regain my footing properly. I glanced at the timer as I completed that first circuit. Although it had taken me nearly twenty minutes, it had only counted down eight minutes in total and it hit me just how long the process of walking for half an hour could take at this rate. Already the balls of my feet were aching, from being held in what I had always considered to be such an unnatural position, and I could feel my toes beginning to cramp caused by the angle between them and my foot. But, there was no stopping the machine as it carried on relentlessly, ignoring my discomfort completely. The second circuit took slightly less time, due mainly to my only falling down twice. It was not until the fourth circuit that I managed to make a complete circle of the garage without falling over, something that did my confidence a lot of good. I managed to complete two more circuits before I heard the "ping" of the timer, and the sound of father's pager going off again. By now, the balls of my feet were screaming out in pain, and all I wanted to do was to be able to take my weight of them. I was unhooked from the walker and led back to the bed. My father quickly removed the stock boards again, and instructed me to lie on my stomach with my neck and feet in position. Quickly I obeyed him, if only to be able to rest my feet. Once I was again pinned down on my bed, my leather sheathed arms still locked, securely and painfully behind me, my father made to leave, saying that my mother would be done shortly with some food for me. He went on to warn me, that he would be watching on closed circuit camera. Although my lips would be released so that I could open my mouth, I was warned not to make any attempt to speak or communicate in any way. If I did so, the food would be taken away and none would be provided for another twenty-four hours. After going four days with only water, the prospect of another day without food frightened me and I nodded my agreement as he left. I was allowed to lie there, staring at the floor and contemplating my changed circumstances for about half an hour before I heard my mother's footsteps coming down the stairs which led for the main part of the house. She carried a small tray with a plate of food and a drink, which she put down on the shelf that had earlier supported my head. I fully expected to be allowed to sit up and for my hands to be released so that I could at least eat with dignity but it was not to be. She took a few moments to unclip the clasp that held my lower lip to my nose ring allowing me at least to open my mouth and gain some movement of my tongue which had been clamped by my teeth for some hours. Remembering the threat of no food, I made not a sound as my mother laid a napkin under my chin, and I released with horror that I was going to be fed in this position. Trying to eat, with your tongue made of plastic which fills your entire mouth is not the easiest proposition, I quickly found out. The meal was pasta, which didn't need to be chewed, a function that I would have to gradually need to relearn. My mother put a small spoonful into my open mouth and let it fall onto my "tongue". I have to shut my mouth quickly to stop it from falling back out with my head facing towards the floor. I tried manipulating my mouth; to draw the food to the back so that it could be swallowed all. It took me about thirty seconds to manage to figure out a way to do it and the food finally slid down my throat. After four days without any food, it should have tasted like the best food ever, but it struck me, I couldn't taste anything. With my tongue completely covered by the gag, all the taste receptors in my mouth got to encounter was the taste of plastic. Despite my hunger, what was only a small meal filled me completely, and I wandered whether the fact that my corset was pressing on my stomach had anything to do with this. It still took about twenty minutes to eat the small plate, struggling with one mouthful after another as I came to grips with basic skills like swallowing, having to be re-learned. Once the plate was cleaned, and I had finished off the last of my soft drink, extracted through a straw, my mother cleaned up my mouth, where I had dribbled a fair amount of food, reconnected my lip ring to my nose ring and then left. Once again, I was left alone, mute and totally restrained. About an hour later, my father returned, carrying with him two metal boxes with no lid and various other bits of metal attached. I gave a sigh of relief as I felt my wrists being released form their imprisonment behind my back. My shoulders had gone numb a long time ago with the pressure, and quickly began to sear as the circulation got going again. But at least I could move them. Lifting the stocks on my neck and legs to allow me to turn over and sit up, put the bottom stock back in place, then pulled my legs down until my knees were over the edge of the stocks, with my legs dangling down. My neck was well below the headboard now, but to make sure I didn't try to go anywhere, my hands got locked in place above my head. One foot at a time, he undid the bolts that held my shoes to my feet, allowing me to finally hold my foot in a position where it wasn't arched. I took time out while he was undoing the second on to get some feeling back into my toes by wriggling them. Once free of the shoes, he started wrapping what looked like plastic food wrap around my legs, from my calves right the way down to my toes, but he left them partly uncovered. He then put a loop of string, around each toe in turn, just on the first joint and tightened them so that when pulled the loop could not slip off my toes. I then felt a heavy weight being clamped around each leg, just above the calf muscle. Although I could not see what he was doing, the touch of my toes on metal suggested that the boxes where now hanging around my feet. I felt a pull on my toes and my foot started to get pulled downwards, unable to resist with the fear of making the loops of string any tighter on the joints. The string had been passed through the bottom of the box, and now my toes were held almost pointing directly towards the floor. Even though I could move my legs, whatever angle they were held at, my foot still pointed towards the bottom of the box. He explained that he was going to make a cast of my feet and that I was to hold till while he poured a quick drying compound into the boxes. It would take about 20 minutes for the mixture to go off, and then he would release my feet and I could be made ready for bed. The weight of the box increased dramatically as he commenced poring the mix into the metal boxes, the clamps around my calf muscles digging in as the while contraption tried to slide down my legs but was unable to do so. I tried raising my legs to relieve some of the pressure being caused by the headboard being behind my knees, but the pull on them was now too much. Again, I was left for half an hour while the mix went off properly. The clamps on my calves were finally removed and the boxes fell the short distance to the floor with a thump. Resting the boxes on the bed, my father undid some catches on the side and they split into two equal halves, along with the mouldings. He held in his hand was a perfect mould of my foot. What puzzled me was that with my foot in the position that he had put it in before poring, I could not figure out how much use it would be to him. After removing the loops of string from my feet, he quickly reattached my shoes, making sure that I was still not able to rest my feet for more than a few seconds. While he was clearing up, my mother came back down from the house, and after a quick discussion, they decided that it was time for me to be put to bed for the night. Releasing my arms, I was allowed to walk by myself to the newly installed bathroom, taking my time on my heels, although walking was a lot easier when you had the use of your arms, even if your hands were totally useless. I thought that they would take the mittens off me, but my mother did not even consider it. I was allowed to use the chemical toilet that had been provided, my mother cleaning me up afterwards and then she washed what parts of me she felt she needed too. After drying me off, she undid unclipped my lips so that I could open my mouth, and used an electric toothbrush to clean my teeth for me, which was disgusting since most of the toothpaste ran into the back of my throat and I had to swallow it. I had to rinse my mouth with an antiseptic mouthwash, which she said would kill any germs on the gag. My mouth was then sealed again, and I was led back to my bed where I noticed that something had been added while I was away. I lay on the bed and positioned my neck and wrists properly since I figured that I might as well make myself as comfortable as possible. The shelf was raised to a height that I could rest my head on without straining my neck. The addition to the bed was another wooden board positioned just below my knees. It must have been connected underneath the bed. When the straps that were connected to it were buckled around my legs, I was unable to lift my knees even though my feet were not secured until a few seconds later when the footboard was slid into place, trapping my ankles securely in place. I saw my father pick up some strange looking frames, which he slotted into place over my feet, evidently hanging off the footboard. Even though I still had my shoes on, I could feel around the strap a plate of curved metal resting above my foot, just where the toe strap was secured. After undoing the straps on my shoes, he swiftly removed the retaining bolts again, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I allowed my feet to return to as close to their natural position as the curved plate on top of my toes allowed. The sigh turned quickly to a gargled scream though. With a strange clicking of a ratchet, my father pressed down on a couple of levers on the sides of the cages and the metal plate began to force my feet into a shape where my ankles were dead in line, my feet pointing out at right-angles to the footboard. The pain in my legs was excruciating, but try as I might, the knee straps prevented me from releasing any of the tension in the muscles of my ankle, which were so badly stretched. I now realised why the holes for my ankles were tear shaped. It was so that my Achilles tendons would have somewhere to expand on the backs of my ankles. With tears yet again streaming down my face, both my parents walked away and left me, switching out the light and plunging me into darkness. I lay there, unable to move and in constant pain for the next four hours or so, until exhaustion finally took over and I fell into a fitful, disturbed sleep.

FATHER PHILLIP, THE CONFESSOR BY CHARLES DODGSON This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, and unintentional. Part 1 As Jane Patterson, age nine, backed down the steps from her top bunk bed at her boarding school to the floor, dressed in her night clothes, a white see through short teddy nightgown, her lower bunkmate, one of the four girls sleeping in the room, and still in her bed, laughed. "You didn't wear panties again did you? I can see your little cuny. Been jillin again?" Ten year old Jennifer laughed. "So what if I don't wear panties to bed? You girls all masturbate too." Jane said defensively. "We do?" Eight year old Laura from the other top bunk bed asked in mock seriousness. "We ought to have a jilling party some night." The fourth girl, nine year old Maria said from her bed. "It's fun when you do it together, do each other." "How would you know?" Jennifer asked. "I know, that's all." Maria said not wanting to get into it right then. Jane went into the bathroom, closing the door, and brushed her teeth, and took a quick shower, keeping her hair dry. Afterwards she brushed her long dark hair carefully, and looked in the mirror at her little girl cunt area, her vulva, her mound, her slit. It seemed long for her age, and somewhat longer than she had seen on the others girls at the school from time to time. Her vulva was slightly puffy all around her pussy lips and just above the top of her girlcleft. Jane's preteen slit was slightly parted and her clit peeked out of her slit near the top. She loved to masturbate. Maybe that's why her clit stuck out. It felt so good! But she knew it was wrong, was a sin, and she shouldn't do it. Jane really tried not to, but at least once a week, and usually 3-4 times a week she just had to release all that built up pressure, strong erotic feelings she had, and masturbate to a nice cum. Sometimes she thought about Father Phillip, imagining him naked, but tried not too. He was her priest. That was wicked! Jane knew she was a pretty girl, about four nine, and 65 pounds, slender, but athletic, with a flat stomach, medium length brown hair in a paige boy style with full bangs over her eyes, large brown deep eyes, a full mouth, with medium thin lips, and sparkling white teeth. Her chest was flat, but her little nipples were pink and seemed to be just starting to poke out a little. She had a fair complexion, and a light tan. Jane put a towel around her, and returned to the room where the girls were all still in bed, and decided to just put her school outfit on there in front of the girls and they could watch if they wanted. She didn't care. Jane got a clean skirt from the closet, and dropped her towel and quickly stepped into the tiny skirt, zipped the side zipper and buttoned the button at the top. The girls were all required to wear the same school outfit. The skirts were very short, light green and white, pleated, plaid skirts. The little skirts came about a third of the way down their thighs, maybe less, and sat low on their hips. They had a center band of light green plaid, and light green stripes running vertically down the pleats. They had to wear white blouses. They too were short, coming down just past their rib cage, exposing several inches of skin between the hem of the blouse and the top of their skirts. In an attempt at modesty, the blouse buttoned at the top, but the connectors running down the center of the blouse were loops of fabric that looped over buttons. On the left side of the blouse was the St. Margaret's school logo in maroon and a cross. The girls were also required to wear translucent white thigh high stockings that came up on their thighs to just an inch, maybe a little more, shy of the hem of their short skirts exposing a few inches of bare skin while standing, and much more usually when they were sitting down. The stockings ended at the top with a band of lace, which only served to draw attention to just how short the little skirts were. Since it was an all girls school the sisters didn't care whether the girls wore bras, and only a very few actually needed them. The Catholic boarding school she was at was an all girls school for girls from the third to the sixth grade. The school was located on a spacious and very private 200 acres of rolling hills along the coast north of Santa Barbara in the quiet and secluded community of San Angeles, California. She then got a clean blouse, just back from the cleaners off a hanger and put it on, looking at herself in the mirror. The little blouse came down just below her nipples, and since the little skirt rode low on her hips you could see lots of her flat stomach, and her belly button, an "inny." The outfit was sexy all right. "Don't forget your panties." Jennifer giggled. "I won't." "Going to confession with Father Phillip? That why you're up early?" Jennifer asked as she continued to giggle, as did all the girls. "Yes. You know it's good to go to confession." She said feeling embarrassed. "Especially if you have something to confess!" Maria laughed. "And you girl's don't?" Jane shot back. "Now don't get upset. We're just kidding, you know. Father Phillip is so handsome! Who wouldn't want to go to confession with him. I just wish they didn't have the divider in the confessional booth, so..." Jennifer said, as they all squealed in laughter, including Jane. Jane felt better now. Jane then looked in her drawer for a nice pair of panties to wear. That was the one garment that was not prescribed, other than you had to wear panties. They could be sexy, or not, again because it was an all girls' school. Some of the girls had a credit card their parents let them have and ordered sexy panties over the Internet for themselves and for selling to the other girls. Almost all the girls wore sexy panties. Jane chose a tiny pair of white bikini panties made of very stretchy thin material, and pulled them on tight, glancing at herself quickly in the mirror, and seeing it outlined her little slit perfectly, almost like she didn't have any panties on. "Father Phillip will love those panties, Jane. Be sure to show them to him!" Little eight year old Laura joked. Jane laughed too, and headed out of her room and down the stairs out of her dorm room. It was a little walk to the small chapel on the far corner of the big quad. Just before she entered the chapel she smoothed down her little green and white plaid skirt, and pulled her white thigh high stockings up. As Jane opened the front door, another girl walked past her. She must have been the first for confession. It was just a little after six fifteen. Mass was at seven, and breakfast started at seven thirty in the school's cafeteria. No one else was in the chapel. She saw Father Phillip dressed only in his alb vestment, the long white ankle length tunic or robe, held together with a cinture, a thick white rope. Phillip was wearing his black long pants under the alb. He was so handsome, so young! Father Phillip was 34, of Italian ancestry, with a dark complexion, a shock of thick, jet black hair, and mesmerizing deep blue eyes, around five ten, and 170 pounds, and dazzling white teeth. He looked powerful and strong, and very masculine. He had a wonderful broad smile. Jane wondered how he could be a priest. He could be a movie star. Father Phillip was also the resident dorm proctor/monitor at her dorm, together with postulant sister Lolita who was just 18 who lived in the apartment next to Father Phillip on the first floor. All the girls lived on the second floor in four girl rooms. "Good morning, Jane. You're here early. For confession, or just to flirt with me? He joked. Jane didn't miss his quick look at her body, especially at her short micro-skirt and her flat nude belly, and the few inches of exposed bare skin on her upper thighs between the lace tops of her thigh highs, and the hem of her micro-skirt. Jane smiled broadly and looked deep into his eyes, as Father Phillip also looked deep into her eyes and smiled. She felt a little erotic twinge in her pussy as they held each other's eyes for what seemed a long time, but was probably just a few seconds. "Both?" Jane joked back. "We're alone. Shall we start with the confessional booth?" Father Phillip asked, a little nervously as he walked toward it, and gestured towards it with his hand. He knew he was the one flirting, not nine year old Jane. Confession, although encouraged for the grade school age girls was not required. The sacrament of penance, known as confession, was required before communion, the Holy Eucharist, if a girl had committed a mortal sin, like masturbation, or a sex act with another girl, or girls. First communion, and first confession took place at age seven, the age of reason, the Church said, the age when the child knows right from wrong. The age of discretion was 12, and that was when confirmation took place. A few of the girls had confessed to masturbation to him, one in particular many times, seeming to enjoy telling him about all the details. Well, he did enjoy it. Little girls and sex! A whole new world had opened to Father Phillip at St. Margaret's. Oh, my! My! My! My! He thought. Jane is such a pretty little girl, no beautiful. And those little outfits the girls all wore. God, help me, please! It seemed all he thought about was sex these days. He wondered if she was wearing sexy little panties as many of the girls wore. Few of them seemed to care whether he could look up their short skirts in class, some even flashed him, he was sure of that. They wanted to tease him. The little vixens. Suddenly he just wanted to lift Jane's little skirt up and kiss her panties, and kiss her and kiss her and kiss her down there! Hold her little pussy tight to his mouth, drink her in. Gotta get hold of myself, he thought. Must cleanse my mind of these impure thoughts. Must! Father Phillip had little experience with women. He attended an all boys military prep school for his high school, and while a sophomore in high school felt the calling to be a priest. Although he got his university degree from Notre Dame, he was so caught up in the religious life of the university he had no romantic dates, or relationships of any kind. Then it was off to an all male, of course, Catholic Jesuit seminary for three years, where he excelled academically in philosophy. He stayed on as a teacher after graduation and admittance to the priesthood for nearly nine years at the seminary, and in the process got his PhD in theology. Finally Father Phillip decided he needed pastoral experience as a parish priest, or other similar experience. The job as confessor and daily celebrant at St. Margaret's School For Girls came up about six months earlier, as the then holder of the position, Father O'Brien, was old and wanted to retire. After a couple of months, about four months ago he was on his own. Phillip remembered Father O'Brien warning him repeatedly, that his vow of celibacy would be tested repeatedly by the little girls and by women in general he came into contact with. They would know he was a priest, know of his celibacy vow, and would test him, thinking if they got him to give in, even a little, it would prove their feminine wiles. Even the little girls would do this. Others just though it was safe to flirt sexually with a priest as nothing would happen. Something about the feminine character, Father O'Brien said. Phillip thought little of his warnings at the time, and thought he was much too strong to even be tempted, but now he knew he could, and was sorely tempted. Sex was truly a powerful force. The Devil, through the little girls, was tempting him. He had to resist! They each lifted the full curtain out of the way, entered their side of the confessional booth, pulled the curtain shut and sat down. About half way up separating the two halves it was solid wood. The remaining half, to the top consisted of wide wooden slats in a cross hatch pattern. Father Phillip could see if someone was on the other half but not make out much detail. The same for Jane. "Bless me Father for I have sinned. It's been...two weeks since my last confession." "Bless you my child in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost." Father Phillip said as he made the sign of the cross towards Jane. "I..I..." Jane was feeling so embarrassed about what she was about to confess to Father Phillip about. "I have sinned by playing with myself, by masturbating father." She finally said with great relief. Now it was out. Jane masturbating. Oh, my! Oh! It was not all that big a surprise, as he had heard such confessions before, but Jane was special, very special. This only enhanced his already erotic feelings. "How many times child?" "I've never confessed to masturbating before, Father. I know I should have, but many, many times. I started when I was seven." Father Phillip now wanted to hear all the details. It was so erotic to hear the nine year old preteen girl talk about masturbating. "How did you start?" "One of my girlfriends showed me how to do it. She told me that rubbing myself down there would feel real good. We were alone, and we took off our little panties, and she showed me her clit, and me my clit. Then we rubbed ourselves, and each other, and kissed too." Jane said now loving telling Father Phillip all this in the semi-dark confessional booth where she couldn't see his face, but knew he was very close to her. She reached under her short skirt and ran her fingers over her slit, and her clit on the outside of her tiny tight panties, feeling a tremendous erotic thrill as she remembered the times she had with her girlfriend. "Did you like to have your girlfriend touch you, kiss you." Father asked as he felt his dick grow. "Oh, yes, Father, and after awhile we licked each other too, licked each other's puss.. Ah...vaginas. I loved it Father. It felt so good to be licked. I knew it was a sin, a mortal sin, but...I couldn't stop myself." "A sin that is a compulsion, a habitual strong habit, is, well...less sinful." Phillip said, trying to lessen the guilt of the little girl. He knew all of the theological arguments against masturbation, homosexuality, but they were always very difficult to him to accept. He was a younger priest, only 34, and a product of his generation. These activities brought pleasure to the little girls, and harmed no one. Ohhhh, he wanted to hear more. "Did you do this often?" "A lot, every chance we could, until she moved away, about a year ago. Then I just masturbated a lot." "You're very young child. Do you orgasm? Do you know what that word means?" "Yes, Father. It means cum, if I can use that word. Yes, I cum, and can cum hard, have a big cum, big orgasm." By now Jane had her hand in her panties and was rubbing her clit, getting hotter and hotter. Father Phillip had a nearly full erection. He tried not to masturbate, but he just had to release the pressure from time to time. But it had been two weeks since he last masturbated, and he was very turned on now. "Do you masturbate with any of the other girls here at the school?" "I've only been here at the school two months, Father Phillip. Not ye...Ah...no." "Do you want to?" "I know I shouldn't" "What do you think of when you masturbate?" "Boys, men, girls, french kissing, dic...ah, a man's penis all hard and erect and dripping, you know, sex." "Have you been with a boy or a man?" "With a boy, a few times. My girlfriend's brother. He was 11." "Did you have intercourse?" "Not really, but close. We just fooled around. No sex." Phillip knew the vernacular, sex meant having intercourse, everything else was fooling around. Some fooling around. Ha! He started to rub his hard dick head feeling exquisite pleasure. "Then you like boys, men?" "Oh yes, Father, very much. And girls too." "Good...I mean it's good you like boys." There was a brief silence as Phillip thought about what to ask next. He heard Jane breathing harder, Fand some soft moans. She was masturbating! Oh, wow! He rubbed his own dick more, feeling himself get near a climax. Should he say anything about it. Tell her it's OK, in the confessional booth? "You love masturbating, don't you, Jane." "Umm...ahh...Yes, Father, I love it. I'm...sorry." "You shouldn't leave here frustrated. I know it feels so good to you. What are you thinking about, Jane?" "You..You, Father Phillip. You're so handsome, and strong and so much a man. I..fantasize about you...ahhh...ohh." Phillip was breathing much deeper now, very deep. He was about to cum. "Umm...I understand child. It's all right. Uhh..." Jane couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Father Phillip masturbating? No, couldn't be. "What are your panties like that you're wearing?" "Little tiny see through white bikini panties, Father. I wore them for you Father Phillip. You can see my little slit. I want you to see my little slit Father Phillip, I want you to lick it." "Oh, child, child, I want to lick you so bad, hold you tight, kiss you all over, again and again. You're so beautiful, so beautiful." "I want you to father Phillip, I want you to. I want to lick your dick, make it cum, make it spurt, have your dick inside me. Oh...yes...yes." "Oh...ah....Lick! Lick! Lick!" Father Phillip cried out as he had a huge orgasm as he shot wad after wad of hot cum inside his pants. "Yes, lick me, lick me, lick me, Father Phillip...ahhh...eeee...ah...." Jane called out trying to be as quiet as possible as she too had a hard cum, a big cum, a very big orgasm. They were both quiet as their orgasms subsided. They could hear no noise in the chapel. Thank God for that, Phillip thought. He was momentarily at a complete loss as to what to do. How could he have let this happen.? What damage was he doing to the little girl. He was the priest. "I'm...I'm so sorry. Priests are humans too. We sin, we fail. I failed you, Jane. I'm so sorry, so sorry." "Father, Father, you didn't fail me. Not at all. Knowing you feel as I do, do what I do, releases all this guilt that bothers me so. In my heart I know it's not wrong. But who am I? A little girl. If the Church says it's wrong, it must be wrong. More than wrong, a mortal sin. Eternal damnation. But it's not. You can't think it's wrong, a sin, a mortal sin where you rot in hell for all eternity because you made yourself feel good, unless the priest gives you absolution, or God forgives you. You don't hurt anyone, only give yourself pleasure. How can that be a sin?" "You are so wise beyond your years, Jane, so wise. I wish I was your real father, I wish we could be together." "We are now, sort of." "Yes, sort of." "My father spanks me sometimes when I've been bad, you know on my bare butt with his open hand after he pulls down my panties, and puts me over his lap. He'll spank me a few times, then rub me all around, on my butt, my thighs, and everywhere...down there, then more spanks, then more soft touches. After he rubs lotion all over my red butt...and all around to make it feel good. He spanks me pretty hard. It hurts, but...you know the rubbing then the spanking...it...it gets me very excited. I can feel my dad get hard too. The school allows teachers, like you are too, to spank us. Father Phillip, maybe as penance, as part of the sacrament of penance for all I've confessed to, you could spank me. You could order that as a penance, couldn't you Father? Could you, would you, Father Phillip, please. I'd love you to spank me like my daddy does. Maybe after dinner when the girls are studying, or watching TV in the day room, I could come to your apartment downstairs, and you could spank me...and rub me and make it all better?" Oh, Heavenly God,, I am so weak I cannot resist. Phillip said to himself as he felt his dick growing again. He knew he was a mess. Thankfully it was in his pants, and under his robe, his white alb. Those times with her natural father sounded like much more than a spanking, a lot more. Oh! The chance to have Jane on his lap, her butt all bare, to rub her, caress her everywhere all over that most delicious part of her body, ohhhhhh! Maybe he could kiss her all over down there to make it better afterwards, all over. "Umm...Yes, Jane. A nice spanking. All right, yes. About 6:30?" "Yes!" Jane almost screamed with Joy. "Uhh...let's finish your confession." "Are you sincerely sorrowful for your sins, child?" "Yes, Father, truly. For these sins and all the sins of my life I am truly sorry. I..ah, let's see. I know an act of contrition. O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all of my sins because of Thy just punishments. But most of all because they offend Thee my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more, and to avoid the near occ..casions of sin. Amen" "As penance, child, my dear sweet, beautiful, Jane, say 10, no 20 Hail Mary's, ah...help me around the chapel when you can over the next week, and...and voluntarily submit to a spanking in my apartment at 6:30 tonight." "Yes, Father Phillip, my handsome man, my awesome man, I will do all those things you ask as penance. Can I be an atar girl for you father?" "I'd love it if you were! That's not part of your penance, to be an altar girl. That wouldn't be proper. Uh...And wear your school girl outfit tonight and the panties you're now wearing. Ah..that's not penance..it's.." "Yes, Father Phillip, just for you, and I'll be all fresh showered and clean for you, so you can do just what you told me...lick..do whatever you want with me, Father Phillip." Oh, my God! Dear sweet Jesus! Oh my God! What are you doing. Phillip thought. He wouldn't turn back, he knew. "Uhh...you are the sweetest child. Hard to concentrate. Let's see....You...you know an act of contrition, well I know an absolution. We do need God's grace. Here it is. God the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son, has reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," Father Phillip said with sincerity as he made the sign of the cross towards Jane. "Go forth and sin no more, child." "Except with you, Father!" Jane laughed. She couldn't help herself as she giggled joined by the good, but extremely turned on Father Phillip. Was Jane the Devil in disguise? So be it. He smiled, then joined Jane in laughter. He felt so alive, more so than he ever had. He could no more not be with this little girl, Jane, than he could not breathe. They both stepped out of the confessional, and seeing no one around Father gave Jane a big hug and a quick kiss on her luscious lips, both of which the little girl returned eagerly. They were divine lips. God must have sent them to him, right? She couldn't be the devil. Right? They separated, and stood there, Father Phillip looking down at the little in her eyes, as she gazed at him adoringly. They each held the other's hand, Jane's right hand with Father's left hand. They were silent. Then they heard the chapel door open and two of the teaching sisters came in for confession. Jane reluctantly let Father Phillip's hand go and said a silent good by to him, and he to her, with a slight purse of his lips in a silent kiss. Jane walked out of the chapel and took a walk around the grounds, not wanting to sit in the chapel and wait for Mass to begin. Father Phillip heard the two sister's confessions, and several more sister's confessions, and two more girls, sixth graders. No more masturbators though. He went into the back and two of the altar girls, Linda, and Juliet, both third graders, and both age eight, were already there and in their vestments. Nuts, Father thought, he wanted to see them put on their vestments. Pope Phillip Paul II allowed girls to serve at the altar beginning in 1994, but some American churches had started the practice earlier. The girls, finished putting his vestments on for Holy Communion, the black cassock, the white short surplice, and the stole, now green for the current church season, and the heavy chasuble over everything. As Mass started he saw Jane in the front row smiling broadly at him, her joyful eyes sparkling. He struggled through the quick Mass and was glad when it was over. Jane went to the dining room for breakfast, and soon saw Father Phillip join the teaching sisters for breakfast too. He saw Jane as well, but didn't want to show any favoritism towards her by sitting with her for breakfast. Father Phillip had about an hour before his first class. Jane wasn't in the class. He knew that the reason Jane wanted him to spank her was that it was somehow sexual for her, at least the experiences she had with her dad. It had to be all that caressing. The school allowed corporal punishment in the classroom if it was warranted, primarily for a student disrupting the class. He could spank a girl on her bare bottom in front of the class. They used to use paddles, but now only a teacher's bare hand was allowed. The teachers could also use restraints, although, as far as he knew they hadn't been used for some time. They were in a locked drawer of each teacher's desk in each classroom. Father O'Brien had showed them to him one day, and his eyes sparkled as he handled them with reverence. Father Phillip wondered why at the time, but he knew now. The little girls must surely have excited Father O'Brien too. There were fleece lined leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, an adjustable thigh spreader (an 18 inch adjustable bar) with swivel mounted thigh cuffs, and various lengths of soft nylon rope. Father O'Brien said he had used them to good effect several times when he caught a little girl masturbating to humiliate her. He'd have her sit in one of the straight back wooden chairs at the front of the classroom. He'd have the little girl take her panties off and pull her little skirt way up so all the class could see her little hairless pussy. Then he would attach the thigh spreader to her thighs, spreading them very wide so the little vixen could not close her legs, and tie her arms behind the chair using the wrist cuffs, and tie her ankles to the legs of the chair. The little girl would have to sit there for half a day, all tied up, and exposed to the class. Some of the bolder little girls would ask their classmates to masturbate her. He asked Father O'Brien if he allowed that, but Father O'Brien did not want to talk about it, just mumbling that sexual little girls are agents of the Devil, and can and will lead "you" astray. Just picturing this was so hot to Phillip, so hot!! Although he could use other techniques, it was recommended that he place the straight back chair beside his desk at the front of the classroom in front of his desk, and have the student stand in front of the chair and bend over it, leaning down with her forearms and elbows flat on the chair bottom so she could hold on to the side of the back of the chair. She should spread her legs wide, and he could pull her panties down to her knees if he wanted. Even better would be to attach the wrist cuffs and tie her hands together as additional discipline. In such a position the girls butt was stuck up high in the air and exposed to all the other students. Pulling the panties down had been the rule for a long time. Father Phillip wondered if it applied to a priest, a man. Priests in the Catholic church were all men, of course. After the spanking the teacher was supposed to hug her and forgive her. Phillip figured if he did spank a girl, although he had never done so, he could roll his office desk chair to the girl's side so his head would be about even with her butt. He then could spank her hard enough on her buttocks with his hand to get her attention, but not hard enough to hurt her. The school thought the humiliation of being spanked before her classmates would be nearly all the punishment, discipline the girl would need, and downplayed the temporary mild pain inflicted. Father Phillip had never spanked a girl in his class, but this sounded like it could be very erotic. He wanted to try it out before being with Jane alone later that day. Phillip returned to his apartment, and went on the Internet to find out about spanking. He found a site about sensuous spanking. They said to leave the panties on at the start, and to first gently massage all around the girl's butt, inner thighs, between her legs, and especially on her clit, but in her panty covered clit, all to get her sexually excited. Then to begin the spanking gently with a few slaps at a time, followed by more massage, and fondling. Then when the girl was sufficiently excited he should pull her panties down around her ankles. This would go on like this with the slaps becoming harder, until finally the girl should orgasm. Phillip also found a scientific article that said little girls could orgasm from spanking and that when they did they often learned to be bad so they could be spanked. All this excited him more than ever. How was he going to caress a girl's thighs, butt, etc. as part of spanking? Maybe spank her privately? No the rules specifically said to do it publicly in class. Well, maybe he could think of something. Phillip was so excited by this he could hardly wait for his class. He was teaching creative writing for fifth graders, mostly ten year old girls. It was supposed to teach them to be creative in writing stories, and also he was able to work on their English and grammar at the same time. It was an elective class and he had 12 little girls, including Jennifer, Jane's roommate. Class size was small for all classes at the school, and 12 students was the limit on class size. A number of girls who wanted to get in his class couldn't. They limited the size based on grade point average, so he had a group of pretty bright girls. There were always a couple of girls who acted up a little, talked in class when they shouldn't and so forth. He figured it wouldn't be too difficult to find a violation of rules sufficient for a spanking. Whether or not to spank for a rules violation was left up to the teacher. He had the girls make a circle of their school desks to make it easier for everyone to see each other, and for him to look at the girls legs, and up their micro skirts when he could. At least half the girls would flash him in the class, boldly flash him, not caring the other girls saw it and knew what she was doing. Father Phillip wore his standard everyday clothes, a black suit, black shirt, his clerical collar and black shoes. He wore loose boxer shorts under his pants. He knew he'd have an erection, and didn't care if the girls saw it. They were a randy bunch, he was sure, and would enjoy seeing it, in fact had already seen it on a number of times as the girls always got him excited. When they saw it they would whisper to one another and giggle. Their school outfits were so sexy! And their sexy little panties had been driving him wild for months and months. He got to his class a little early, and a couple of the girls were there. They all re- arranged the school desk chairs in a circle. He rolled his office desk chair to in front of his desk. Soon the other girls filed in, and sat at their chairs. One girl was always flashing him, flirting with him. It was little Be'Be, a Vietnamese girl, only nine, American born. She was very bright and had skipped a grade. Her name meant baby doll, and was pronounced "Bee Bee." but most everyone called her Baby, including Father. She always sat opposite Father Phillip, and spread her legs wide, making sure her micro-skirt rode up on her thighs far enough to expose her panties and full crotch to Father Phillip, then, seemingly nervously, Baby would bring her legs together, and apart, together and apart, teasing him, he was sure. She had a beautiful face, slightly tanned, olive tinged smooth skin, medium lips on a large mouth, slightly almond shaped eyes, and a cute little nose. Be'Be wore her hairin braided pig tails always, and bangs, which was particularly alluring to Phillip. She was about four four or five and 60-65 pounds, slender, but athletic looking, not thin. She had flashing dark eyes and always seemed to know what he was thinking, looking at him knowingly. She also talked in class to her friends sometimes, while he was lecturing, an infraction that could be punished with spanking. Yes! She'd be the one. Phillip sat in his reclining office desk chair that he had out in front of his desk and looked around the room at the girls, pausing at Be'Be who had her legs spread as usual. She looked in his eyes. Her eyes were twinkling with silent mirth, like she was sharing some naughty secret with him, and maybe she was. She was wearing her school outfit, of course, the white thigh highs, and micro-skirt, green and white plaid, and the short white blouse exposing so much lovely skin. Be'Be was opening and closing her legs, spreading them wide, then all the way together. Today she was wearing what appeared to be red thong panties, as all he could see was just a little triangle of light translucent red covering her pussy, her little preteen cunt. That secret delicious place, so forbidden to males, especially adult men. As Phillip stared he thought he could see her slit. God! She was so sexy, so erotic to him. He could hardly take his eyes off her. "Ahh...class, have any of you finished your next story?" Sally raised her hand. "I've got a few pages done, Father." "Good! What's your story about?" "Sailor Moon. You know Japanese anime, cartoon. The girls all wear short skirts like we do, and have magical powers." "That sounds like fun. Please read it for us." There was a slight stifled laughter in the class. "Now, I've warned you girls. Every girl here is to be treated with respect. Sally may become a rich science fiction writer. Some science fiction writers are highly respected, Clark, Asimov, and others." The class quieted down and Sally started to read. After a couple of minutes Father Phillip noticed Be'Be whispering to the girl next to her. "Just a minute Sally. Be'Be, I've warned you before about talking when I'm talking, or when one of the girls is reading her story." "I was just whispering, Father." Be'Be replied, still smiling, no smirking. "That's very disruptive to the class, Be'Be, Baby, very disruptive, and after warning you many times. Maybe a spanking would help you remember." "A spanking? You've never spanked any of us before." Be'Be said in surprise. "What do you think class?" "Spank her! Spank her!" They all shouted out in glee. They all wanted to see Father spank one of the girls. Of course, no girl individually wanted to be spanked. They had all talked among themselves and knew Father Phillip looked up their skirts when he could, and most liked that, and they had seen the bulge in his pants many times. They knew he got excited around them. Now he could pull Baby's panties down and spank her bare butt with his hand, and they'd all see it perfectly. She's have her bare butt way up in the air. Would he do it hard? Would she cry? It was so exciting to them all. Baby, thinking this could be fun, as long as he didn't spank her too hard, and wanting to flirt with Father before the other girls, got up and walked towards Father Phillip, standing in front of him saucily, with one hip stuck out, and her hand resting on it. She cocked her head. "I'm ready to be spanked, Father. I've been a naughty, naughty girl." The nine year old said. "Yes, you have." Father Phillip said seriously as he stood up, his nearly hard erection clearly visible under his pants, and rolled his office desk chair out and away, and got the straight back regular chair and put it in its place with the back on the outside of the circle. The girls closest to him moved their school chairs a little away, still keeping the circle of chairs. "You ever spanked a girl before, Father?" Baby asked flirtatiously. Father Phillip got red. Baby was so bold, treating it as kind of a joke. "Ahh...No, but I'm sure I can figure it out." He laughed and all the class, including Baby laughed loudly with him. Phillip took off his coat and neatly folded it, and put it in the seat of the chair. "That will be comfortable for you. I think you know the drill. Get in front of the straight back chair, spread your legs, lean over. Rest your elbows and forearms on the seat of the chair, and hold onto the sides of the back of the chair." Father Phillip said as he sat in his office chair and swivelled it around so his head was going to be nearly even with the preteen's luscious butt. "Aren't you going to take my panties off?" Baby asked now getting nervous but keeping up her bravado. "You want me to?" "Oh, yes, Father, please take my panties off." Baby replied in a mock pleading voice. The girls laughed. "Yes, Father, take her panties off!" They encouraged. "Not at first, but later." Phillip said, still not figuring out just how he was going to do this. "Later? Ohhhh..." Baby said, as she spread her legs wide, leaned over and placed her forearms and elbows on the seat of the chair, resting her head on Father's folded up coat. "Umm...It smells nice. You use cologne, after shave Father?" Baby asked, now getting really nervous. Baby's tiny tight butt was straight up in the air. He lifted the back of the micro- skirt over her back, exposing her butt. It all looked so erotic, her butt looked nude, and the long white thigh high stockings with the lace at the top high on her thighs accentuated the eroticism. The strap of the thong panties had nearly disappeared in her tiny butt crack. She was leaned over so much that he easily saw her panty covered preteen pussy mound underneath her butt crack from his perspective. Yes, the little light red triangle of cloth covering it was see through and he could see her slit. This was so erotic! He wanted to touch her feel her. Her butt was so small and tight! "Don't hit me hard Father. You're big and strong, not like the sisters, and you haven't done this before." Baby begged getting really scared. "Baby, Baby, I won't hurt you much, just some little stings, well, maybe more than a little, to get your attention, that's all." Father Phillip said compassionately. He moved closer, reached out with his right hand and touched her butt. It was so smooth. He felt all around with his hand, rubbing, no caressing her butt lightly, feeling between her butt cheeks, running his middle finger in her butt crack, then his full hand on both of her inner thighs, all around, and between her legs, even caressing her pelvis just above her slit, then bringing his middle finger between her legs as he slipped his hand back towards himself, feeling her slit through the tiny red triangle of her thong panties, pausing just briefly to find her clit, and again he did it all over again. He loved the feeling of the girlchild's private parts, her cunt, her pussy. He knew about a girl's clit, the organ all girls have from birth whose sole function is to give them sexual pleasure. He had never ever felt a cunt, a clit, adult or child ever before in his life. An electric shock of intense forbidden pleasure ran through his body. The class was silent, transfixed. They saw what the priest, their confessor was doing, but didn't believe their eyes. Phillip just didn't care, he was too deep into his lust for the little girl. "You can do that as long as you want, Father." Baby said softly, seriously, as the priest's gentle hand caressed her private parts. She felt a flash of sexual excitement as he felt her inner thighs, and moved his finger over her slit, pausing to find her clit. It felt so good. Even his gentle finger in her butt crack felt erotic. She moved her butt a little in her growing excitement. Phillip knew he had to spank her. He brought his hand up a bit, and down in a spank on her bare butt cheeks, not too hard, but hard enough. He saw her butt cheeks clinch. "Ow!" Baby said loudly. Phillip spanked her again, harder, and again, harder yet, and Baby said "Ow" louder each time. Then another, the hardest yet which stung his hand, and he saw just a hint of pink on her butt cheeks. Her butt cheeks were clenched for another spank, and her legs were tense as all of her body as she gripped the chair tightly expecting another slap of his hand. The pinkness of the nine-year-old girl's butt excited Phillip even more. WACK, WACK, WACK, he hit the little girl's butt with his bare hand, feeling it sting his hand quite a bit. "Ow!, Ow!, Ow!" Little Baby cried out more in surprise than in pain, but it did hurt and she wanted him to stop. "There, there." Father Phillip said soothingly as he caressed her butt again, rubbing it softy. Then again stroking her inner thighs affectionately, caressing them, and rubbing her little girlcleft up and down, up and down, then concentrating on her little clit, feeling the nub under his middle finger he rubbed it all around gently, very gently, as he knew nothing about rubbing little girl's clits. He felt her pudenda getting warm and her slit a little moist. Oh, did it feel wonderful! Baby felt her butt get warm from the blood flowing there from the spanking, all warm, and she felt even more excited as he caressed her private parts all over. The spanking hurt, all right, but not too bad, and he made it so...erotic, by exciting her first, then stopping the spanking and exciting her again. Baby had never experienced anything like this before. Her parents never spanked her. She had never been spanked before. She masturbated, and was able to cum, so she liked her cunt played with, loved another girl to play with it, rub her clit, but this? She didn't want it to stop. "It's all right, Father Phillip, I can take more punishment. I love how you touch me." She said as she starting moving her pelvis rhythmically to the priest's touch. Phillip spanked her five more times, each harder than the last, and her butt got redder and redder. Baby said ouch loudly each time, but didn't cry, or ask him to stop. Phillip figured he was doing it right, as the web site said to do it. "Now we'll take your panties off Baby." Phillip said not caressing her this time after the spanks. "Good!" Baby replied. She wanted his hands on her bare slit, on her clit, not through her panties. Phillip knelt behind baby and pulled her panties off. He couldn't help himself, he leaned just a few inches more, kissing her butt, then putting his face between her spread legs from the rear, licked the entire length of her bare slit and through her butt cheeks and anus. It was so sweet, so soft and yielding, so delicious tasting. The most erotic thing he had ever done in his life. He did it one more time, then stood up. He wanted more and more and more of her sweet little girl cunt. He adored it! "Umm...ummm...Oh, Father, do it some more, please!" Baby begged. "Lick me like that, please! No one's ever licked me before. It feels so good! So good!" She sid excitingly, imploring the priest to give her more sexual pleasure, more and more. Phillip looked down and saw he his pants were wet with pre-cum. He was so near an orgasm he was sure he'd cum in his pants without any stimulation. The room was deathly quiet except for Baby's soft moans of pleasure. Four of the girls had started to masturbate, and the rest wanted to. They all wanted the priest to lick them. Phillip quickly looked around the room and saw some of the girls masturbating. All looked excited, none were horrified, thank God, or Lucifer, whatever. He licked his middle finger, and fingered the little girl's slit. It was a little wet, slippery. He gently moved it into her little cunt proper, and felt her push back against his finger, helping him get it in. It slid in most of the way, and he moved it back and forth, back and forth, and adored how her inside preteen pussy felt, so smooth, but with little bumps, in and out, in and out, then on her clit, his finger now wet with her juice slid easily all around her clit, he rubbed it in little circles, then side to side, and up and down, then back in her cunt to finger fuck her, then out to her tiny butt hole, her anus, and massaging it, pushing against it with the tip of his finger, partially entering it, then back inside the little girl's most secret part, her cunt. Baby pushed against his finger, fucked his finger, moved her hips in ever more involuntary contractions as she neared an orgasm. She moaned louder and louder as the pleasure overtook her. "Umm.. ahhhhhh... eeeee.... ohhhhh, yes, Father, yes, yes, ohhh so good!" Phillip stopped, and brought his hand down hard on Baby's butt, again and again. She yelped, and cried "Ouch" over and over. After five or six hard slaps her butt was getting pretty red. The hard slaps surprised and hurt, and stung Baby, and prevented her from having her orgasm, her little preteen girl orgasm she was so close to. She yelled with the pain, but it was all mixed with the highly erotic feelings he was giving her. Her butt was hot now with the spanking, all her blood was rushing to her cunt, her clit, her butt, the erotic feeling were more intense than she had ever felt in her short life, more intense than she knew she could feel. She wanted to needed to cum in the worst way. Father Phillip kneeled down, spread her butt cheeks further and licked her anus furiously, then turned his body around, leaning his back on the chair seat so his face faced Baby's preteen cunt, he held her butt cheeks tight and brought her cunt to his eager lips, and licked the entire short length of it over and over, digging his tongue as deep in her as he could. Then he sucked her whole small upper portion of her immature preteen cunt in his mouth, and while sucking licked her clit, flicked it over and over, and licked and licked and licked. Baby couldn't stand any more, and slithered to the floor as the priest still held her butt tight, never stopping his licking of her unripened, underage twat, as he fell back with his back on the floor. He was humping the air as he was near a huge climax. Suddenly he felt two other girls on the floor with him, one was ten year old Jennifer, Jane's roommate, and he wasn't quite sure who the other was. Then undid his belt, and unzipped his fly, and undid the button of his pants and pulled his shorts down over his nearly spurting big dick. They both started licking his dick at the same time. And he suddenly had a huge orgasm just as Baby came too. "Ahhh...Father! Father! I'm cumming, cumming, cumming! Oh...it's so big, so big!" Baby cried out as she gripped Father's face tightly with her thighs as convulsion after convulsion gripped her tiny body. She had never felt anything like this before, a huge, mind blowing orgasm. Father Phillip had never in his wildest dreams ever imagined how delicious a little girl's private parts could taste, how overwhelmingly erotic it all was. Surely God gave baby girls clits so they could experience sexual pleasure, and what better person than their priest to give them sexual pleasure. Yes! The feelings were so intense. And two little girls licking his dick. Exquisite pleasure! Earth shattering pleasure. He came with a giant convulsion almost gagging both little girls as huge wads of cum spurted out of his swollen dick over and over and over. "Ahh, uggg...Ahhh...I can't stand it, it's so good! I can't stand it! Ashhh!" He cried out loudly then continued in unintelligible grunts and groans. The two little girls who were eating him licked all his cum up, and then, by now, nearly all the other girls' climaxed also as they masturbated to the tremendously erotic site of the priest spanking and eating the little Asian preteen girl friend of theirs. Father Phillip lay back as reality began to crowd back in on him. It was very scary. Jennifer said. "I want to be spanked too, Father Phillip." Then he heard a chorus of the other little nine and ten year old girls say, "Me too, Father, me too!"

VALERIE'S LORD BY TWISTED REPARTIE Part 1 This story is a fantasy for adults only. It is purely fictitious and the author does not condone any form of actual abuse - physical, sexual, psychological and emotional - to any person of any age nor does he approve of sexual activities with minors. Please do yourself a favor, if you know you this text is not appropriate for you, don't read it. This is my first attempt at something semi-publishable, also my first story in English (not my native language). I have a hard time not being too verbose... this story is still too long but it's my best shot at concision so far. ****** The Deal I had been invited once more to one those evenings organized by an old circle of friends. The theme of the event was based on the work of the fantastic author Howard Philips Lovecraft and was set in the 1920s. Being a New-York based software programmer, the occasional trip to Boston Grand Hotel to meet my old college friends and immerse myself in an era almost devoid of technology was a welcome distraction. Like all my friends in this group, I have a very successful career which leaves me with ample financial resources and few occasions to really enjoy them. Unlike most of my friends however, I am still single and without a family of my own. This is not to say that I'm not socially popular person, quite the contrary actually; but in essence, my overweight and my interests in things fundamentally un-cool like computers and science fiction pretty much systematically drove women away from any type of romantic or even just sexual involvement with me. That evening, however, would turn out to be quite different... I arrived to the soiree at the appointed time. All the usual good friends were there, many of them with their spouse or husband, enjoying a relaxing evening in the mood of the Roaring Twenties... minus the prohibition. My character was Lord William Angus, a wealthy British aristocrat with a doctorate in psychology. It was always a true pleasure to meet with the gang, reminiscing of old times and solving the elaborate intrigues and horror stories that were weaved into the event. All of them were in their mid 30s, like myself, and had studied at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. By most standards, I supposed you can say that we were an upscale and relatively closed circle. The evening had begun and people were already having a good time when something caught my attention. As expected, the crowd was pretty homogeneous which made it easier to notice something unusual; amongst the guests, three young women dressed in the classier type of French maid outfit were serving drinks and attending to the evening. I guess this went unnoticed by pretty much everyone since it was not unusual to have paid staff attending to the needs of the guests, but something felt different about these girls. First on my list was their age... The oldest one, a busty blond with too much makeup, must have been barely 20. The second, in my opinion an extremely cute dark brunette, was probably around 15. And the youngest one, a redhead with freckles all over her nose, was probably 12, although she gave out a vibe which made her seem older. It seemed pretty obvious to me that the youngest two were definitely too young to be serving alcohol. After a bit of observation, more things unnoticed by most started itching my curiosity. Unlike the rest of the staff attending at the guests, these girls were taking part in conversations and interacting with the guests. They seemed well educated and intelligent, but the elegant language they were using for the occasion felt tacked on. I briefly wondered if I was paranoid for being so intrigued by all this. The youngest two were going around, offering drinks and mingling a lot more than was expected from barmaids. The oldest one was basically attending to J.F., one of the few other bachelors in our group, and didn't seem to have any concern for anyone but him. This gave me a hint... Unlike me, J.F. has always been extremely athletic and successful with women. It was not unusual for him to bring a new young lady every time we had those evenings. I decided to get a hold of Catherine. She is the one mainly organizing these evenings and keeping us all in contact. Through the years, Catherine has become a true friend of mine and we've helped each other on multiple occasions. She is married to Marc, another good friend, and has an almost maternal instinct to help and protect all of our friends, myself included. On a few occasions in the past, she tried to match me with some of her single friends, without real success. At some point, she even introduced me to one of her cousin that she casually described as "slutty", hoping that I could at least get a good time out of it. She knows I'm not miserable about being single, but she just cares, with an almost mischievous interest. After finding her in the crowd, I took her aside. We lowered our voices. "Hey Cathering, what's the deal with 3 girls playing French maids? I don't know, they kind of feel out of place..." "Argh, don't tell me about it." she said with an almost disgusted glance at J.F. "The oldest one is J.F.'s new trophy girl; the other two are her sisters. I didn't want him to bring them but he insisted... they are just not up to par. They have a whole story to them. I'm glad though, so far you are the only one who seems to have noticed the intrusion." She paused, like she just figured something out. She had the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth and gave me a sly look to which I responded with the most innocent and innocuous facial expression I could come up with. She continued. "Yeah, you noticed them didn't you? Maybe something good can come out of this after all, hehe." "No no, I... I didn't" "Bah shut up you. The youngest two are also currently living at J.F.'s with their sister, but he's getting tired of it. He's kicking the brunette out next week. So they are working here as maids, gathering money for her. I think he's keeping the youngest one under his roof only to avoid upsetting her oldest sister, whom, needless to mention, he's bedding as often as possible." She winked. "Anyway, I don't see him housing the youngest for long either. Regardless, the real problem is that the brunette is pretty much playing 'gold digger' right now. I'm afraid she's going to embarrass us all by hitting on one of the married guys. Look at her... she looks so frigging desperate..." We turned and looked at the girl, going from table to table. It all made sense now. Indeed, she was going around, looking for wealthy gentlemen and trying to strike conversation with the right people. Her task was made more difficult by the fact that everyone was wearing 1920s costumes. "Was she the one who 'attracted your attention'?" "Yes. Well kind of. But Cath I wasn't..." She didn't let me finish. "At least with you she wouldn't be stealing anything you can't or won't voluntarily part with. And you definitely deserve to put a little play in your day." She gave me the sly look again. "The little tramp started her evening by hitting on my husband; you wouldn't believe the thing she said to Marc and how far she's ready to go. Man, I swear, the youth these days... I had to have a talk with her and J.F. to make sure she doesn't try that on anyone else. Believe me, she would make the perfect 'toy' for you to... 'play with'. And both you, and her, for opposite reasons, would totally deserve anything that would ensue." "But Cath she's so young... I couldn't..." "Oh of course you can silly! And you should. Nothing magical happens when a girl turns 18! Seize the opportunity! And you'd pretty much be doing me and everyone else involved a favor, including the little slut. Seeing how this is now her only option and last resort. And don't tell me you wouldn't enjoy 'tapping' that, as you guys say. Look at here, she's a grown woman, and she's gorgeous." She winked again. She obviously had disgust for the girl, prowling through our friends on the lookout for any way to get our money, her only mean of doing so being unfitting behavior and promiscuous offers. The idea of me taking advantage of the girl who was trying to take advantage of us was obviously pleasing Catherine. In her eyes, I could see she reveled at the idea of the young brunette fulfilling any obscene fantasy she thought I had. The part about her being a 'grown woman' wasn't exactly accurate though, not by my standards at least. She was indeed extremely sexy in her French maid outfit but her chest was small and she still had the extra smooth skin of a 14-15 years old adolescent. Her black skirt fell below her knees (not the sex-shop kind of French maid outfit) revealing nice curvy hips. A huge white bow was tied in her back below her waist, falling on the perkiest well rounded bottom I've seen in a long time. She was wearing white ankle height socks with back varnished shoes. Her strapless dress left her shoulders bare where her dark hair, tied in a ponytail, came bouncing when she turned her head. I thought her face was absolutely gorgeous, with soft features and a fine, somewhat upturned and almost pointy nose. "Seriously, why not? You are a good man. You work hard, you are alone and this is exactly what you need. No commitment, young flesh, lots of energy and you can afford it without blinking. Plus with you it's safe; I know you're too smart to let her play you. And, even for her, although I don't give a damn what happens to her, you are probably the best guy she could end up with anyway." "Hell, as far as I'm concerned, you could also take the youngest if you are into that! Twice the fun." "Cath! She's frigging 12 for god's sake!" "Well you know, seeing how things go, I'm sure you would not be teaching anything new to that little redhead. Agreed it'd be a little kinky, but we an open- minded group... She sure is a cute little thing." We both took a glance over our shoulder, looking at the youngest of the three sisters. She indeed was quite cute; little snub freckled nose, nice feminine curves already; the whole package. However, I decided she was just too young. Hell, her sister, the brunette, who was painfully attractive, was almost too young! "Catherine, who do you think I am?!" Just with the tone of my voice, she new where I stood and that she needed to back out. In a way, she had won though. She would drop the most extreme part of her proposition and, out of good will, I would be forced to accept the rest. "Alright alright. You're right; you are too much of a gentleman to get involved with the 'little girl', no matter how cute she is or how innocuous this would be given the circumstances. BUT, you are not backing out on the perky little brunette." This was halfway between the affirmation and the question. "Cath I don't know... I mean, look at me; she wouldn't..." "Oh shush! It is done then. We let her be the judge of that; you'll see what she does. That should lift any hesitation you have left about her worth, and yours, and who deserves what." "I think her name is Valerie by the way. I'll tell J.F. that I think I saw you looking at her and suggest that at least with you she wouldn't be causing any damage. We'll see what happens." She gave me a warm smile with mischievous eyes. I capitulated and faintly smiled back without hope of changing her mind. "Catherine, you'll be death of me. What if I am not interested?" "You are on your own now big boy. If she comes and talk to you, you deal with the situation however you like..." She laughed discreetly and continued. "You deal with... HER... however you like." She finally raised her voice back to normal level, marking the end of our conversation. "Now get back into your role and enjoy your evening, Lord Angus. You're missing on all the action; Sophia just murdered Jack with a candlestick!" She left with a smile. This was just short of crazy. I sighed with relief when I saw her heading to her husband Marc and not to J.F. I went to the bar and grabbed a much needed drink. Slowly, my conversation with Catherine sank in and I calmed down. I did my best not to stare too obviously at the young dark haired brunette whom I now knew was named Valerie. She was coming and going, sometime disappearing in the crowd. J.F. was still under the close attention of the busty blond sister and there was no sign of Catherine. I finally relaxed and got my head back in the H.P.Lovecraft inspired story that was the pretext for this whole evening. A couple of hours must have passed. After curing a couple of persons from their imaginary mental illnesses using my character's psychology skill, I hit the bar one more time for another drink. I was finally starting to really unwind when I felt a finger tapping on my shoulder. "Lord Angus?" I swallowed my drink with difficulty and turned around. "Good evening Sir. My name is Valerie. Could you follow me please, there is an important phone call for you." "Ahem. Yes, yes of course, lead the way miss". We took a short walk through a corridor leaving the ballroom and entered an adjoining lounge. We were alone in the cozy and softly lit room, which was furnished with heavy leather couches. Before I had time to say anything she spoke in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry for the lie about the telephone my Lord. I was wondering if we could talk in private... if you have a minute." "Yes, what is it?" She motioned me to one of the couch and sat down beside me. She was not physically touching me in any way but us sharing the same couch when two other were available made the situation awkward and intimate already. I stayed silent. "Thank you Sir. My name is Valerie and I have a bit of a problem. Based on what I know, I think you might be in a position to help me. I know this may sound weird or preposterous but please listen to my story before you dismiss my proposition." "Very well." She then proceeded to very tactfully explain her situation with J.F. and basically everything that Catherine had already explained to me. All the while, I was positively impressed as she never once broke the 1920 suspension of disbelief and stayed in her maid role at all times. She was undeniably very intelligent and must have had some advanced education. It was still unclear to me why she was so eager to get into such a setup, with me or with anyone else, but she was so smart and persuasive that even I began to think that this might not really matter after all. From this point on, she started pushing all my right buttons. As a matter of fact, she was probably too cleaver and convincing for her own good. While I listened to her, I couldn't help but admire her angel like skin, her delicate bare shoulders and her amazing face. "So I was told your main residence is in New-York city?" "That is correct." "And that your business is very successful, affording you a luxurious living?" "Well yes, I don't have any reason to complain on that front." She took a pause. I wondered as to what I should say next but before I could reply she continued. "My Lord, please take no offence, but back in the ballroom, I got the impression that you were watching me from times to times. Would I be foolish to hope that you find this young maid pleasing?" I must have turned completely red on the spot and I felt flushed. "Oh I'm sorry if Sir, I by no mean wish to embarrass you. Most likely you think I am too young or socially too low for you..." I cleared my throat. "No, not at all. I don't have a single thought for social standing and your youth only adds to your charm." At that moment, I thought she blushed a little. She definitely smiled and looked at the floor modestly. "What would you think of a live-in maid, or a personal assistant? And I mean beyond the scope of this event, and 1920 universe." Before I could reply, she proceeded to explain the gravity of her situation and how the circumstances commanded for extreme solutions for which she was ready to do whatever it took. "I obviously know how to clean and cook and would be completely dedicated to attending to your every need. Every." She turned her eyes to the floor. "I know this is asking a lot, taking a stranger under your roof, but as I explained, my situation warrants my offer. I don't think you would regret it my Lord." I knew this is where this was going from the beginning but it still left me dumbstruck. Before I could turn my wits about and say something, she added. "What I mean by that Sir, is that I also have some experience in... in pleasing men. And... and if you fancy me at all, I would be at your service." This time she clearly blushed and couldn't get her gaze away from her own feet. I mustered all the composure I had. "Well. Lets assume, for the sake of conversation, what I would entertain such an idea. Surely you must have requests in return?" She stayed silent for a brief moment. "Yes, yes Sir. Three things, in addition to whatever you will choose to grace me with in terms of clothing or gifts." "Yes..." "First I would require my own room under your roof, where I can retire in private when I'm not serving you." "That is not a problem." "Second, I would need free time... I understand you work during the day my Lord?" "Yes, I work all week, 9 or 10 hours every day." "Excellent Sir, that would be plenty to give me the free time I need and make sure everything is ready for your return at night. So in addition to the time you are away, I would require 2 nights a week, one being during the weekend. During this time, not being in your service, I require TOTAL freedom, with no questions asked and no restriction as to whom I meet and what I do." I took a few seconds to think. "Well, as long your outside activities are not criminal in nature and do not cause me trouble or render you unable to accomplish your work, those terms are agreeable." "Yes, of course my Lord." A few seconds of silence passed. "So, do I understand that you are interested in my offer Sir?" "Well, yes, possibly. But you said you had 3 requests?" "Yes, yes Sir. My last request is to get to know you better before any decision is taken on either side." "Of course, what would you like to know?" "Well, I mainly have questions as to your taste... as a man." I stayed silent, awaiting the questions. "Please do not be offended, but it's better if things are clear before hand, so that no misunderstanding is possible and that you are not disappointed." "So first would you require of me that I 'serve' any other man besides yourself?" "Euh no. No I live alone and I don't share that kind of intimacy with friends." "No animals, necrophilia, suffocation, scaring, branding, etc." "Miss, you are pushing it. Just what kind of men are you used to deal with? No, no animals or any of the perversions you mentioned." "I apologize Sir. I want to reassure you, I can't say I'm really 'used' to be with men at all. There was your friend J.F. once, and a single boyfriend before that. My older sister, on the other hand, has had very bad experiences and we've always been very close." At that moment, I seriously wondered if someone who could speak about sex so openly could really have had so little actual experience. A few days later however, a call to J.F. would confirm that, to the best of his knowledge, she was telling the truth. In fact, it seems that her older sister had gone through the same pattern at her age, which explained a lot. "And you would require me to take control, possibly assuming the dominant role?" "No Miss Valerie." "You know... I won't automatically refuse if you answer positively to any of my questions..." "I prefer to be in control, especially when it comes to young ladies." "And is my youth something despite which you would fancy me, or is it something you would like me to emphasize?" I blushed, she understood immediately, replying with a shy smile. "I understand Sir and that is very well. And have you no interest in men at all?" "Not at all, in no way, shape or form." "Ok. And since you like to be in control, does that mean that you could tie me down or restrain me?" "Yes, I definitely imagine that could happen." "And maybe... I don't want to give you any ideas but... punish me, when you think I haven't been a good girl?" "Well yes, that is also extremely likely to happen." "Very well. And what form of punishment would I expect?" "Well, spankings of all sorts of course, and on all of your body. Having to stand in various positions, exposed for my pleasure. Things like that I suppose." She blushed, stared down. "Would you use instruments to spank me? Or do it with your hand?" "Let say I would only use instruments if you agree that it is deserved." "And my Lord, would you beat me? Meaning would you punch or kick me?" "Of course not, what kind of man do you think I am?" "I'm sorry Sir. I'm glad to hear this." A few moments of silence passed. I guess we were both thinking. This conversation had rapidly become surreal and I had a hard time assimilating everything being said, especially the things I was saying. She continued. "Sir, as I've told you, I've had some experience at pleasing men, so I need not ask you for everything since I'm already disposed to do most of what men usually require of a woman, or in my case, from a girl." "There is a last thing though. Please do not be offended. Do you enjoy scatological activities?" "No. In fact Miss, I abhor it. I can't help it, but I just can't stand it, any of it. And if it is something that is part of taste, I think we can pretty much end this conversation immediately." "Oh no! No, in fact that I am quite happy to hear that. Because although probably less extreme than other perversions I mentioned earlier, this is something I could never bring myself to do." "And no golden showers for me either; just not my cup of tea." "I agree Sir." There was a moment of silence. "Is there anything specific that you would like to bring up on your side my Lord?" I thought for a minute. "Yes, yes there are a couple of things I guess." She nodded, attentive. "First there is the oral pleasure. I like to both give and receive it. I trust the same is true of you." "Of course my Lord." "And you are in good health, nothing to prevent me from enjoying you?" "Oh no my Lord, I'm in perfect health. Although I've had some experience, your friend J.F. will be able to confirm that it was nothing risky, and I am completely disposed to take any tests you deem pertinent. All in all, I'm still just a little girl Sir." She gave me a shy girlish smile. She obviously had the right angle to this and she new it. I shifted in my seat, trying to accommodate a hard-on I couldn't repress. "Very well Valerie. And to conclude on oral sex, I've always thought that a good girl shouldn't spit. So does the taste of male fluid disgust you, or will you be able to... well... I'll be blunt: swallow?" "I would make sure to always be a very good girl for you Sir." She stood from the couch facing me with her angelic figure. I rose to my feet also. I felt very clumsy as she moved close to me. I opened my arms and she moved in, slowly turning around and taking my hands to close them on her stomach, around her. She tilted her head, offering me her neck and shoulder to kiss. Delicately, my lips caressed her milky skin, soft and tender. Slowly, still holding my hands, she slowly slid them upward, until I was cupping her small firm breasts with both hand. "My Lord, your terms are agreeable. So if they are also to you, you can take your young and obedient French maid home this very night." I couldn't bring myself to say a word as she slowly lowered my right hand to her crotch. Softly, she caressed herself through her skirt using my fingers. All the while, I was kissing and lightly licking her neck, massaging her left breast with my other hand. After a minute, she stopped. She obviously expected me to have answered by that time. "I don't want to force your hand Sir. Take any time you need to think. In the meanwhile, I will leave you with little memento." Without raising her skirt, she reached under and gracefully pulled down her panties. She delicately stepped out of them and picked them up, gently folding them. They were plain white cotton panties, with a somewhat revealing back side, without being a thong. She raised them to her nose and discreetly smelled them, looking me in the eyes while she did so. With fake modesty or genuine embarrassment she turned her gaze to the floor as she handed them to me. "Please excuse me; they are a little wet on the front. Take this as a token of my desire to please you in any way possible. I hope I can get your response tonight..." This is when I came out of my trance. I had to say something, continue with what I was saying. "Thank you little Valerie, that is indeed a very nice gift." "I can give you my answer right now, although I am not quite done yet. I said there were two things." "You are right my Lord, the first involved my health and my good behavior at the end of oral sex. Please, tell me Sir, what is the second thing?" "Well, the second thing is simple. Although I have no interest at all in your non- sexual bodily functions and insist on the uttermost cleanliness in all things and at all times, and although I do not fancy men in no way, when I am with a woman..." I moved in closer to her, cradling her in my arms. "When I am with a girl such as you, I like to enjoy all and every aspects of her body, explore every corner, closely examine every inches, experience her from every angles, including some that may be unpleasant to her. And when I look at you, I can't help but think that I am particularly fond of some of your... assets." Saying that, I slowly lowered my hand until it was softly cupping the right cheek of her firm and round little butt. With my left hand, I lifted her chin until our eyes met. "If you can confirm that you will be a good and obedient little girl, and let me enjoy ALL that you have to offer, as often I please, then consider your offer accepted young lady." I softly squeezed her ass cheek through her robe as I released her from my embrace. She looked at me with shy eyes and spoke softly. "I see. Thank you my Lord. I shall take this under advisement and give you my answer before nights end. As far as you are concerned, I assume that this is all you wanted to say?" "It is, beautiful child." "Thank you." She curtseyed and left the lounge. I fell back on the sofa, still trying to crystallize in my mind everything that had just happened. Did I go too far? Did I scare her away? Was this madness to begin with? Catherine's words came back in my head, and everything that followed... yes, this was probably alright. If it works out then it's fine and if it doesn't then it's as if nothing has happened. I squeezed the panties in my pocket. Well, almost nothing. I sniffed them; they were a little damp on the front. They smelled faintly of flower based perfume, baby powder and female sex. I remembered the feel of her teenage pussy through her black skirt, how she smelled the love juice of her own young slit before giving me the panties... Almost an hour must have passed. Without haste, I then went back to the bar, ordering another drink. I saw Catherine, talking with J.F.'s blond bombshell, Valerie's older sister. That almost got me worried but Catherine saw me and gave me a quick wink. Behind them, J.F. gave me a thumb up and pointed across the room. Coming out of the restroom was Valerie, still wearing the same outfit. She gave a side look at her sister who nodded in the affirmative. She continued walking towards me, smiling softly. She got close to me and she whispered. "Can we speak in private once more?" I followed her back to the lounge. On my way out, I saw Catherine, looking at me with a smile, and everyone else, either oblivious or not giving a care in the world. Once back in the lounge Valerie put her arms around my neck and laid her head on my chest. "My Lord, I consulted with my sister and rethought of the proposition. Will you please take me home tonight Sir? I am entirely yours." Which this, she offered me her mouth. I kissed her, lightly at first, and then she opened her mouth, allowing me to explore her with my tongue, French kissing her deeply for long minutes. Still in my arms, she spoke, slowly moving away from me. "And Sir, to demonstrate my dedication and will to submit to your every desire, I have prepared something for you." While she was saying that, she moved to the closest wall, and her fists closed between her chest and the wall, leaning against it, her back to me. I slowly moved, following her. "I hope this will please you, and begin to demonstrate that I will be a docile little girl, yielding to your authority and submissive to all your instructions and preferences." Still cradled against the wall, she reached behind with one hand, rolling up her skirt high on her thighs. "If you will Sir, please put a hand under my dress, and grab a hold of my bare bottom." Slowly, I placed my right hand low on her thigh, almost between her legs. This surprised her but she didn't flinch. I slowly moved up, moving back toward the rear of her leg to respect her instructions. Moving up behind her, I finally caressed her naked buns. My other hand on her shoulder, I gently squeezed one butt cheek, and the other. I was softly running my palm across both her cheeks, along her ass crack when she quietly let the dress to my care, leaning once again on both closed fists against the wall. "I hope my behind is to your liking Sir. Since you expressed your inclination for this part of my body, I hope to keep it soft and smooth for you my Lord. At the same time, I will exercise and make everything possible to make sure it stays both firm and supple, so you can always enjoy the nicest rear end I can offer you my Lord. I also expect to be thoroughly punished and my butt to be spanked red. Whether it is because I misbehaved or just because it brings you pleasure, please treat me like the little girl I am and dispose of me however you like." I was running my hand all over her baby smooth butt, caressing its soft skin, running the backside of my hand along its crack. She was docile in the extreme, letting me fondle her without restriction. "My behind will always be available and offered to your attention. I expect to be examined closely and touched in the most inappropriate and intimate places. Don't hesitate to spread my cheeks and force me to hold them apart for your viewing pleasure. I'm your little baby doll and my butt hole belongs to you like all the rest." She cleared her throat as a softly pinched her left cheek. I slowly ran a single finger along her ass crack, reaching deep between her legs, stopping just before touching her slit. "And lastly, forgive me if I'm explicit, but I want to make sure there is no ambiguity and that you don't feel the need to ask the question... I clearly understood your message and I consent to your terms. So I fully expect to be bent over, have my butt cheeks spread and have my asshole penetrated. Based on what you told me and the special interest you have for my rear end, it is your privilege to enjoy some young tail whenever you feel like it and I fully realize that it means that I will get sodomized on a regular basis. Please, toy with your little girl's anus as much as you want." With this, she grabbed my left hand from her neck, and looking at me over her shoulder, with eyes filled with both innocence and lust, took my middle finger in her mouth, all the way to the hand. She sucked on it for a few second, and then slowly pulled it back out, leaving it covered with saliva. She then turned back around to submissively face the wall, my right hand still fondling her little ass. "My Lord, in accordance with your final request, I want to assure you that each and every of my young orifices are yours to enjoy as often as you please. And even though it's not safe for you to take me right here, since you could be surprised at any time if you dropped your pants, I still want you take possession of my anus, if you so desire. I went to the little girl's room and washed up to make sure I was squeaky clean for you." With this, she subserviently lowered her head against the wall and slightly spread her legs. I moved even closer behind her, my breath on her neck. With my right hand, using my forefinger and my thumb, I spread her buttocks a good inch and a half apart. "Thank you, my darling, for this nice gift." "I belong to you my Lord; don't thank me for what is already yours. You already own it..." I could feel her tense up as a lowered the wet middle finger of my left hand behind her. She flinched ever so slightly when I put its tip on her butt hole. I caressed this intimate spot of hers for a few seconds, holding her buns apart with my other hand. She skipped a breath when I finally inserted my finger up her ass. Her face was flushed and I could see her embarrassment as I slowly pushed and pulled my finger in and out of her very tight asshole. She spoke faintly, her voice trembling. "Thank you Sir. Please finger my butt hole as much as you want." She had to pause and nervously swallowed her saliva. "And that, Sir, is just a minute portion of all the things you'll be able to do to me. I'll be your personal live-in sex toy, your young and submissive little slave." "When we get home, you can spank me for all the bad language I used tonight. And for our first evening, I suggest you fuck my face, and send me to bed with your cum down my throat and the taste of it still in my mouth." I have to admit; we left the party right away... I couldn't wait and skipped the suggested spanking, going directly to the blowjob in the car during the ride home, sending her to bed immediately when we arrived. Lord Angus was no more, but Valerie's Sir and Lord had just been born...

AN INTERESTING SIGHT BY FUNFORHERE "Well now, what an interesting sight this is!" I exclaimed. After all, how would you react if you came home earlier than usual to find your 13 year old stepson in the marital bedchamber, naked as the day he was born? That is, naked except for his mother's black garter belt and a pair of her silky black stockings. "I.... um.... err.... " Peter stammered, his face flushed. "Do you.... um.... I mean, it's not exactly normal for boys to wear their mother's lingerie, is it Peter?" "N-no Dad" he finally mumbled. "Then, why are you doing it?" I asked insistently. "Does it.... err.... feel good, or something?" I went on when he didn't answer. "Y-yes Dad." He was now blushing deeply and choking back tears. "Is this the first time?" "Y-no Dad." "I see" I said, letting out a long sigh. And then I did something I hadn't wanted to do since I'd come into the room. I looked my stepson up and down. He was a bit taller than average for his age and his mother, my second wife, was a "petite" woman, so the stockings were smooth on his legs. It was at that moment, and with that thought, that I noticed my cock was stirring. Here I was, looking my 13 year old stepson up and down in his mother's black stockings and garter belt, and my cock was getting harder inside my pants by the moment. But first things first. "Peter, I'm going to have to punish you for going through your mother's drawers." The double meanings made my manhood stir even more. "Bend over with your hands on the edge of the bed." He meekly complied. "Now put your head down" I instructed. Moving round behind him, I raised my hand and brought the open palm down sharply on his bottom. Slap! He yelped and jerked, but stayed in position. In the four years that he had been my stepson I'd only had to spank him a few times, but those few experiences had taught him that while I wasn't a sadist I meant what I said. And that part of a punishment was staying in position. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! went my hand on Peter's bare bottom. By this time the skin had gone a light pink, and I could hear that he was sniffing back the tears. Enough, I thought, was enough. For now. Besides, the sight of the black suspender straps on his butt cheeks had given me another idea. "Hmm" I mused, sitting on a chair by the window. "Peter, do you think your mother would go out without wearing panties?" "Err.... no Dad" he replied, blushing deeply again and sounding a little surprised by the question. "Well then, how about you put some on." He looked even more surprised than he sounded. "Get out a pair of Mummy's lacy black panties and put them on. I'm sure you know where she keeps them." "Yes Dad" he said in a strange tone. I watched as Peter opened a drawer, got out a pair of his mother's panties and tentatively held them up. "Yes, they'll do" I said, nodding my head for emphasis. "Put them on." After a bit of hesitation, and awkwardly balancing on first one leg and then the other, he finally managed to get the brief black lacy panties on and slowly pulled them up to his hips and over the suspender straps. "Very nice." My cock was now quite hard inside my pants. "Would you mother go out without shoes?" "Uh, no Dad." "She has a very stylish pair of black high-heeled shoes. The ones she wears to the opera and the other formal dos we go to. I'm sure you know the ones I mean" I went on with a significant look. "I want to see you in them" I finished in a firm tone. The tone matched the state of my manhood. Peter went to the wardrobe, got out the shoes (of course he knew where they were!) and put them on the floor. Holding onto the wardrobe door with one hand, he gingerly slipped his feet into his mother's four inch stilettos. They were just about the right size for his feet. "Hmmm, very nice. Now let me see you walking in them." After a bit of hesitation my stepson began to walk slowly up and down in front of me. He was a bit wobbly, but this was obviously not the first time he'd walked in the shoes. By this time my cock was beginning to throb. "OK, now do you think that your mother would go out without a bra?" "Um, no Dad. Do you want me to put one on?" he asked a bit nervously, his face still flushed. "You're catching on son" I responded with a wink. He opened another drawer and got out a lacy black bra. After looking at me and getting a curt nod, he slipped his arms through the shoulder straps. Then he pulled the ends of the other strap around behind his back and fumbled with the catch. "Here, let me help you" I said, standing up and surreptitiously adjusting the front of my pants. Going around behind him I hooked the catch. "It looks a bit flat, doesn't it? What do you put into the cups?" "Balled up socks..." he answered quickly, then stopped and flushed. The answer had been quick, so he'd done this before too. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked impatiently. Opening another drawer, he got out two pairs of sports socks, balled them up and stuffed them into the bra cups. My wife didn't have a big bowsprit, so the bra was now nicely filled out. "Well, that all looks very nice Peter" I said, smiling encouragingly as I sat on the bed again. My organ was not only hard and throbbing, but I could also feel the wetness of pre-cum on my skin. "You look really sexy in your mother's things. Does it make you feel sexy to wear them?" I asked, looking significantly at the little bulge that had formed in the front of the black lace panties. "Um, yes Dad", he replied after a moment, again blushing deeply as he saw where I was looking. "That's good then, isn't it?" I smiled and winked. "It will be fun to do this another day, but your mother will be home soon and I think it would be a good idea to get out of her things, put them away carefully and get dressed." "Yes Dad" he replied, a little smile on his face for the first time since I'd walked into the room. I've always believed that shared interests are essential for establishing bonds between fathers and sons. ****** "Do you know what's wrong with Peter?" my wife asked one Sunday afternoon a couple of weeks later. "He's been like someone in a dream for weeks. He won't tell me, and I'm his mother!" As if that fact automatically opened up the lines of communication. My experience is that most teenage boys shied away from their mothers like they had the plague. "Oh, it's probably just a stage he's going through" I replied, trying to sound wise. "Maybe he's got a crush on a girl at school. I mean, he looks healthy enough." "Maybe. Have a good talk to him while I'm out." "Out?" Was this something I'd forgotten about? "Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. Jane Simpson asked me to do the Lions Head walking track with her." That explained the jeans, t-shirt and trainers - Cate was usually a stylish dresser. "I should be home by seven. Be a dear and make one of your divine chicken salads for dinner, will you?" *** "Peter!" I said sharply from the living room doorway. "You haven't mowed the lawn like I asked." "Uh, sorry Dad. I forgot." He'd barely glanced away from the TV. "Sorry, are you? You WILL be sorry very soon! Get upstairs to our bedroom. NOW!" He got to his feet, a look of surprise on his face, trudged up the stairs, made his way ahead of me to the bedroom, and stood there. "You're going to be spanked Peter. Lower your shorts and underpants" I barked. "But Dad I'm sorry" he pleaded, with a catch in his voice. "I'll go and do it right now." "You'll do it later. First you'll be punished!" I almost shouted. That had the desired affect; he slowly unzipped his shorts and pushed them down his thighs. The underpants followed soon after when I glared at him. "Now, place your hands on the edge of the bed and put your head down." He jerked and yelped in surprise and pain when my hand came down hard on his bare bottom. "Hurt, did it?" I sneered. "Well, there's more to come, my boy." Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! went my hand. He writhed each time my hand struck his bare flesh. "That was for being a naughty boy" I said, pausing for a moment. He was already snuffling back tears and the skin of his ass cheeks was a nice shade of pink. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! went my hand again. By this time the palm of my hand was stinging a bit, and my cock had hardened at the thought of what was next. "Alright" I said. "Now we'll have a bit of fun before you go and cut that lawn. Get undressed." He gave me a questioning look. "Peter, I want you to take off your clothes so that you can put on your mother's lingerie. You still want to wear your mother's things for me, don't you"?" "Oh. OK Dad" he replied after a pause, with a slight smile. He slipped off his shorts, underpants and t-shirt. Under my direction he got out the black garter belt and stockings, lacy black panties and bra and the high-heeled shoes and slowly put them on. Two pairs of balled-up sports socks filled out the bra very nicely. Then I made him walk up and down in front of me where I sat in the chair. After a few compliments on how he looked he began to enjoy the role he was playing, looking at me almost coquettishly. By this time my cock was pretty hard, and I could see a small ridge beginning to form in the front of the lacy black panties. "What's that bit of black on the floor in front of the chest of drawers?" I asked. Peter went over and picked it up. "It's one of Mummy's silk scarves" he replied. "I must've accidentally dropped it when I was getting the stockings out." "Bring it here" I ordered, an idea instantly leaping into my mind. "Now, turn around with your back to me" I said, taking the piece of cool silky fabric from him and standing up. "Cross your wrists behind your back" I said softly. "Dad?" he asked, a little nervously. "Do what you're told" I hissed. He did, after a moment of hesitation. "Good boy" I almost whispered as I wrapped the scarf around his crossed wrists a few times and tied the ends. "Now, parade for me again." So it was that for the next 10 or 15 minutes I enjoyed watching my 13 year old stepson, his wrists tied behind his back with a black silk scarf and dressed in his mother's black lingerie, as he paraded for me. That was all that I could last, with my cock rigid and seeping pre-cum inside my clothes. What also excited me was seeing the small hard ridge in the front of the lacy black panties. "Well, did you like having your hands tied?" I asked softly next to his ear as I untied the scarf. "Yes Dad. It was.... sort of.... " he replied. "Exciting?" I asked in almost a whisper. "Y-yes Dad. Yes, it was exciting" he went on with what sounded like enthusiasm. "Do you want to do it again? When Mummy isn't here, of course." "Oh, yes. Whenever you want to Dad." "Good. Only next time I'll tie you up properly. Would you like that?" "Yes Dad. Whatever you want" he answered with a shy smile. "Good boy. Now get back into your own clothes and go and mow that lawn" I continued, patting his cute lace-covered bottom. "Oh, and by the way, your mother thinks you've been acting like a man in a dream. Try acting something like normal or she'll have you off to an analyst or counsellor before you know it, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?" I added in a conspiratorial tone. "No Dad. I'll try." A shared risk can be a powerful bond between father and son! ****** "Enjoy yourselves, you two" my wife Cate said over her shoulder as she got ready to go out for a few drinks with a friend. It was a Friday night, nearly two frustrating weeks after the last little episode. In fact a perfect illustration of the old saying that a watched pot never boils. "What are you boys getting up to tonight?" "Oh, err, we'll probably watch a DVD" I replied. "Won't we Peter?" "Um, yes. Have a nice time Mum." *** "Upstairs with you, my lad" I said to my stepson, after I'd allowed a good 15 minutes in case Cate came back for something. Which she didn't. I followed the boy's slim figure up the stairs after getting a small package that I'd hidden behind a loose panel at the back of the hall cupboard. "Are you going to spank me first?" he asked nervously as I came into the bedroom. "Why? Have you been a naughty boy?" I asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow. "No Dad. It's just that you did the last two times, and I just thought...." "Spankings are for when you've done something wrong. All I want you to do right now is get undressed. OK?" "Yes Dad" he replied, unzipping his shorts. "Do you want me to put on the same things?" "Hmm. No. Let's have a change. Your mother has a very nice pair of silky white stockings with lacy tops. Get those, and I'm sure you know where they are, and then there's a matching set of lacy white bra, garter belt and panties. We'll finish off with, um, her white high-heeled sandals. Yes, that should look very nice on you." The thought began to stiffen my resolve, and it obviously excited the boy too. It wasn't long before he was dressed and parading up and down, obviously enjoying himself as he posed for me. "Alright Peter" I said after a while, standing and adjusting the front of my slacks. "Come over here, turn your back and cross your wrists behind you." As he did what I asked I opened the small package and took out a few lengths of soft white rope. His eyes widened a bit, but he didn't say anything. Taking the first length I wound it around his crossed wrists a few times, cinched it between them and finally tied the loose ends. This was actually the first time that I'd ever tied anyone up, and I was relying on what I'd seen on the net for technique. "Is that OK?" I asked. "Not too tight?" "No Dad, it's fine" he replied, with perhaps a little tremor in his voice. The next rope, a lot longer, made a few loops around his body and arms just above the elbows and below the sock-stuffed bra. I cinched all the loops together between his arms and body and firmly tied the loose ends. It took me a bit of trial and error to get it right, but the final result was worth the trouble. The loops looked appealing on his body, and the sight made my cock throb. "OK son?" I asked. "Yes Dad, it's fine." "How do you feel now?" "Good. It feels really good" he added, in a slightly thick tone. A glance at his crotch showed a distinct ridge in the front of the lacy white panties. "Alright, I want you to sit on the bed now" I said. Taking his arm I helped him to sit on the edge of it. I wound the next piece of rope around his crossed ankles a few times, cinched it between them and tied a good knot, taking care not to snag the white stockings. Two more lengths bound his legs in similar fashion, both above and below the knees. Taking a few steps back I admired my handiwork. There was my 13 year old stepson, nice and firmly although not tightly tied up and in his mother's lacy white lingerie. It wasn't at all a bad effort for my first bondage session, although at the back of my mind was a vague idea that something was missing. Almost without thinking about it my hand went down over the hard bulge in the front of my slacks and Peter's eyes followed. When I looked at his crotch I could clearly see the outline of his small cock in the front of the lacy white panties. Then it hit me: I'd forgotten about a gag. Going to my own bedside table I opened the drawer and got out a handkerchief and an old scarf that I hadn't worn for a long time and came back over to the bed. "Open your mouth Peter" I commanded. He looked a bit uneasy, but did as he was told. I folded the handkerchief in two and pushed it into his mouth, then wound the scarf around his head a few times to hold it in, knotting it at the back of his head. It worked, but didn't quite have the look I wanted. A purchase at a shop selling highly specialised merchandise was in order. "Are you OK son?" I asked. He nodded and made a few mummphs into the gag. I let him sit there for a while, enjoying the feeling of my rigid cock seeping pre-cum inside my pants for a while as I looked at my bound, gagged and lingerie-clad stepson. *** "How time flies when you're having fun" is an old saying, but all too true. A glance at the bedside alarm clock showed that Cate would be home in about an hour, so it was time to untie Peter and put everything carefully away. *** Now that was surely a whole lot better than all of those phoney team bonding exercises at work I thought to myself, as I carefully put the ropes back in their hiding place. ****** During the week I'd made a secret trip to the discreet shop selling the highly specialised merchandise and found exactly what I wanted. Not only that, but I'd also made an undisclosed expedition to the intimate apparel and hosiery sections of a department store in a distant suburb. All I now needed was the opportunity to use my purchases, and that wasn't as long in coming (pun not intended) as I thought it might be. *** "The community college is starting a course on art of the rainforest" said Cate one evening over dinner, "and I've enrolled. Do you mind?" she added in the closest I've ever seen her come to a plea. "No, of course not" I replied in an interested tone. "I know you're how interested you are in that form of art, so why should I stand in your way? How long does it go for?" "Eight weeks, with one three hour class from six to nine every Wednesday night. Oh, and the first class is tomorrow night" she added in an apologetic tone. "Not a problem" I said expansively. "Peter and I know how to look after ourselves. We're big boys now" I continued, giving my stepson a confidential wink. He blushed. *** It might have only been another 24 hours, but those hours seemed to go by on leaden feet. When Cate finally did leave I gave her another 15 minutes, got the things I'd need from the hidey hole in the hall cupboard and told Peter to go up to his own room. "My room, Dad?" he asked in a slightly puzzled tone. "Yes. During the week I bought a few things so that we won't have to use your mother's. It might be hard to explain how something got damaged or, um, dirty." I'd developed a liking for following him up the stairs: it was stimulating to watch his slim ass move as he climbed them. "OK, strip" I ordered when we were in his bedroom. When he was naked I got him to put on the matching ivory-toned bra, garter belt and panty set I'd bought, then the tan nylons. The last took a while to get right as they were seamed, but that time was well spent. He looked very sexy with the dark and slightly shiny material on his legs, with the seam straight and running from heel to top. When he craned his head to look at the effect in the mirror I saw his small cock become erect. Of course by this time mine had been that way for a while. "Do you like how it looks Peter?" "Yes Dad. It makes me feel...." "Sexy?" "Yes Dad. Sexy. And good. It's.... um.... hard to explain." "I understand" I replied, smiling at him. "I'll just go and get your mother's white high-heeled sandals to complete the picture." When I brought the shoes back he put them on and paraded up and down for me. I'm beginning to think that this is the part he likes most. I like it a lot too. Opening the other bag I got out the ropes and the item I'd bought, picked up the short rope and got Peter to stand with his wrists crossed behind his back. Going up behind him I went to tie them together and my nose twitched.... "You've been smoking!!!" I exploded. He literally jumped at my voice. "Don't deny it! I can smell it on your breath!" I'd quit myself a several years ago, so my sense of smell was now much more acute. "Well! What have you got to say for yourself?" I demanded. "Nothing Dad. Sorry Dad. Won't do it again" he mumbled. "I'll say you won't! And to make sure you're going to be punished. Right now!" With that I stormed out of Peter's bedroom and stormed back in a few moments later with his mother's hairbrush. "Dad, no.... please, not with that" he pleaded, his eyes widening. "Yes, with this! Hands on the bed, head down" I snarled. He reluctantly complied and I pulled the panties down off his hips. Whack! went the flat of the hairbrush on his bottom. "OOOWW" he shrieked, his body jerking. I'd swung it pretty hard. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! went the hairbrush again, to a chorus of cries from my stepson. "You've been told any number of times about not smoking, but you went ahead and did it!" I shouted. "You're a naughty boy Peter!" Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! to another chorus of shrieks and cries. He was beginning to sob with the pain. "I'm doing this for your own good son. Smoking is bad for you." Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! By this time the skin of his ass cheeks were red more or less all over. I made a mental note to myself to practice spanking on something so that I did it more accurately. An unevenly red bottom is not aesthetically pleasing. "Alright, that should teach you a lesson" I said as I went to return the hairbrush to Cate's dressing table. "Now, where were we?" "Ah yes", I went on after a pause. "It's bondage time. Stand there with your wrists crossed behind your back" I directed. Picking up the first length of rope I used to to tie his wrists together, quite tightly this time. "It-it's a bit tight Dad" he winced. "Part of your punishment son" I replied in an offhanded tone. The next length of rope bound his arms to his body below the sock-stuffed bra. It too was tied fairly tightly. Getting Peter to sit on the edge of the bed, which he did very gingerly, I also tightly tied his ankles and legs, both above and below the knees, being careful to avoid snagging the new new nylons. Standing back I admired my handywork, which looked much better this time. The loops of rope looked really good on his limbs and body. "One final touch" I said, picking up the red ball gag , which I'd bought during the week. "D-Dad, d-do you have to... " he trailed off, looking a bit nervous. "Oh, goodness me yes" I replied. "It really wouldn't be proper bondage without a good gag, and a ball gag is about the best. Open up now, like the dentist says." After a pause he reluctantly opened his mouth and I pushed the ball into it. Taking the staps I buckled them up at the back of his head, firmly but not tightly. Then I stood back again to admire the whole effect. And to enjoy the feeling of a really rigid hard-on. Glancing down I could see that his own small cock was making a definite ridge in the front of the panties. "Can you breath OK?" I asked. He nodded. "Alright, I'm going to leave you like that for the next half hour to reflect on why you have been punished." I heard a series of mummphs around the gag as I left the room. Anyway, I really needed to jerk off. *** Right on cue I went back into Peter's bedroom and removed the ball gag. He gasped a few times and worked his cramped mouth. I left him tied up. "Dad, please don't tell Mum that I was smoking" he pleaded. That, I thought, was a reasonable request. Her own father was a heavy smoker and had died from lung cancer, so she was in the habit of taking every opportunity to condemn the habit. If Cate thought that her own son had been smoking she'd probably give him an endless series of long lectures. Long moralistic lectures can be harder to take than a good spanking. The thought crossed my mind that I could leverage on this, and my cock stirred again.... "I should you know" I pronounced magisterially. "After all, she is your mother and has your best interests at heart." "Yes, but she'll.... well, carry on.... " he trailed off, obviously unwilling to add slander and insubordination to crime. "Hmm" I mused thoughtfully, playing the part of man balancing one consideration against another. "You have been punished, and I'm sure that you've learned a lesson. Haven't you?" I went on, placing one hand on his head and letting it slide to the back of his neck. "Yes Dad." "I don't want to catch you smoking again Peter." "No Dad, I promise." "Good boy" I smiled. "In that case I don't think your mother really needs to know about this, err, lapse in behaviour." He looked relieved. "In return, my little lady boy, you'll do whatever I want you to. Won't you?" I added, sliding my hand down his front and cupping it over the sock-stuffed bra cup. "Yes Dad" he replied faintly. I untied my stepson and told him to get out of the lingerie and into his own clothes, while I put my wife's white high-heeled sandals back where they belonged. Before going back downstairs I cautioned Peter not to let his mother see the rope marks on his wrists, arms, legs and ankles. ****** You know how it is. There are those jobs around the home that you put off for as long as possible, but all that does is to make them even worse. One of those jobs is to clean out all the old junk from the storage cupboards in the garage. Not a terribly hard thing to do, is it? Could it be that one really doesn't want to throw away the memories? The time had come where it couldn't be put off any longer, so the following Saturday afternoon saw me pulling a whole lot of old stuff out and putting almost all of it into the boot and the back of the car for transport to the tip. Peter was busy (I hoped) weeding garden beds, while Cate was sorting through and re- organising the kitchen cupboards. Now I was down to the last drawer, which seemed to be full of Jodie's school things. Jodie is my own daughter, now away at an interstate university studying marine biology. All the old books were no use, so they joined the rest of the stuff to be thrown out. The last item was a plastic bag, which turned out to contain her Year 10 uniform: white blouse, pleated skirt (which I'd always thought was far too short) and black Mary Jane type shoes. I put them all into the big bag for the charity clothing bin. Ah. Wait a moment. Was it possible? As I examined the mental picture that formed in my mind I was sure that three years ago at 16 Jodie was about the same height and general size that Peter is now. The more I thought about it, the more sure I became that those three items would be a reasonable fit on Peter. Yes, the idea of the "naughty schoolgirl" was very appealing. However I would need to buy another item from that shop.... *** Unfortunately I couldn't get to the "toyshop" before Wednesday night, but a different scenario soon formed in my mind. "Up to your room" I told Peter after his mother had gone off to her art course. On the way I collected the things I'd need from their hiding place. By the time I'd got to his bedroom he was already getting undressed. "Put these on" I ordered, placing the bra, garter belt, tan nylons, panties and his mother's white high-heeled sandals on the bed. There were also some sports socks to stuff into the bra cups. It didn't take him all that long to get dressed, to our mutual delight. "Ok, now put these on" I said, handing him Jodie's old school blouse and skirt. "But Dad, these used to be Jodie's" he said after a few moments, blushing deeply. "Yes, what of it?" I demanded. "She's.... she's my sister" he finally blurted out. "Oh? She's really your step-sister, and in any case you had no problem wearing your own mother's lingerie. Did you?" I added in a slightly amused tone. "These are her outer clothes, not her intimate apparel." "But Dad.... " "But nothing Peter. Put the blouse and skirt on now, or I might have to tell your mother about your smoking." He looked a bit scared and then hung his head for a minute or two. After further urging from me he finally took the blouse and awkwardly slipped his arms into the sleeves. Still blushing and obviously reluctant, he slowly did the buttons up. It was a reasonable fit, although Jodie's breasts had not been as large as the sock-stuffed bra cups. This was definitely not a disadvantage! "Now the skirt" I said, handing it to him. "The zipper goes on the left side of your waist." Still reluctant and blushing slightly, he stepped into the skirt. I had to hold his arm to steady him on the high heels. Bending over, he pulled it up around his waist and after a bit of fumbling finally managed to zip it up and do up the catch at the waist. "Ah yes. Very nice" I said, smiling encouragingly. "Now sit on the bed and cross your legs" I ordered. This produced a very appealing display of nylon-clad thighs, with more than a glimpse of stocking tops. My erection became rigid. "Put your hands on the bed behind you and lean back" I said. He did, and with his back arched the socked-stuffed bra cups made very nice tight mounds in the front of the blouse. My cock began to seep pre-cum inside my underpants. I sat on the bed beside him, slipped my arm around his waist and turned his face towards mine with my other hand. He was looking at me expectantly, his lips slightly parted. "Daddy.... " he said faintly, after I'd kissed him softly and lingeringly on the lips. Drawing him close to me, I began to kiss him hungrily, slipping my tongue in and out of his mouth. At first I could feel him trying to pull away a little, but after a little while I felt his body relax against mine. My hand cupped over the sock-stuffed bra, and as I slowly fondled it he pressed himself into me. Moving my hand down, I placed it on his knee and slowly slid it up his thigh, over the lovely texture of the nylon. Further up my hand slid, under the skirt, right up his nylon-clad thigh. Over the stocking top my hand slid, across the bare flesh above them until it reached the legband of the panties. He drew a short, sharp breath when I ran the tips of my fingers slowly up and down the small hard ridge in the front of the silky panties. Standing up, I took off my belt. Pulling Peter's wrists across each other behind his back, I used the belt to bind them tightly together. My cock gave another throb at the sight of the loops of hard black leather tight on his wrists. Sitting back down, I drew him close to me, kissing him hungrily while I fondled the tightly sock-stuffed bra through the blouse. Laying him back on the couch, I unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it open, then fondled his "breasts" again. Reaching down I bundled the skirt up around his waist, then groped and fondled his groin and ran my hand slowly up and down over the ridge in the front of his panties. "Daddy.... ?" he asked as I unzipped and pushed my jeans down around my thighs. His eyes widened as my underpants followed them and my hot throbbing cock sprang to attention. The red and swollen head glistened with pre-cum. Without answering I lifted the legband of the ivory-toned panties. Taking the head of my cock, I guided it under the legband, opened his legs with my knee and slowly lowered myself onto my stepson, my legs between his stocking-clad thighs. I let out a long and satisfied sigh as I felt the knob of my throbbing member slide up under the soft silky material and over his soft warm skin. It was just touching the side of Peter's small hard cock. Mmmm, it all felt good! Pausing for a few moments to savour the sensations, I began to slowly move on him, sliding my hot, throbbing and rigid member between the silkiness of his skin and the panties. By this time I was so wound up that it didn't take long before my excitement mounted to the point where I couldn't hold back any longer. With a series of low grunts and gasps I shot my load of hot, thick seed inside Peter's panties while he gasped under me. Again and again my hot rigid organ pumped it out, until my climax slowed and finally stopped. Sliding my cum-coated member out from inside the panties and sitting up again I could see a great wet patch in the front of them. I fixed up my own clothes and then released Peter's bound wrists before putting the belt back on. As it was now after 8pm I told my still slightly dazed stepson to get into his own clothes. ****** By Friday, when Cate announced another girls night out, I still hadn't managed to get to the "toyshop", but no matter. I had another scenario to play out. After allowing the usual 15 minutes I urged my stepson upstairs to his bedroom, collecting the things I needed on the way. When I went into his bedroom he was already slipping out of his clothes. "Put these on" I ordered, handing over the bra, garter belt, stockings, panties and and high heeled sandals. "Are you going to.... um.... like last time Dad?" he asked. "Just you wait and see" I replied with a little smile. "Now hurry up and get into these clothes." My cock was already rigid and throbbing at the thought of what I had in mind. When he'd finished dressing I got Peter to parade up and down for a little for my benefit, before getting his wrists tied firmly together behind his back. Then I bound his arms to his body. After making him sit on the edge of the bed I firmly bound his crossed ankles, and then his legs, above and below the knees. I stood backing admired the sight of my stepson, dressed in lingerie and firmly bound. "Are you going to gag me?" he asked timorously, his eyes on the red ballgag on the bed. "Eventually" I replied, standing in front of him and unzipping my jeans. When I pushed them and my underpants down his eyes widened at the sight of my red, swollen and glistening member. "But first things first!" Moving right up to him I held the head of my cock out to his mouth. "Daddy.... " he said faintly. "Yes my boy, you've guessed it! Open wide and take Daddy in your mouth." "Please, do I have to?" He asked faintly, looking distressed. "Yes, if you don't want Mummy to know about your smoking. Remember, you promised to do whatever I wanted." A clear drop of pre-cum had dripped off the end of my organ. "If you don't hurry up I'll spank you with the hairbrush as well" I added after a few moments. He hesitated a few more moments, then tentatively opened his mouth. "Wider" I commanded. Eventually he stretched his mouth wide open. "Good boy" I said, slipping the hot and throbbing head of my cock between his lips. Moving my hips forward, I slid the head and a few centimetres of my swollen shaft into his mouth. Mmmmm, it felt good to have the warm wetness of his mouth close around my cock. "Suck!" I ordered. His mouth didn't move, so I grabbed a handful of his hair. "Suck me, you dirty little slut" I snarled, twisting it. Peter gave a muffled moan, then began to suck on my member. Tentatively at first, then more and more as I tightened my grip on the handful of his hair. I could hear him slurping and half choking on the hot and throbbing organ that filled his mouth. The sight of his bound and lingerie-clad body excited me even more. We've all read accounts of fellatio sessions going on for ages, but this one obviously wasn't going to break any endurance records. Anyway, what did I care: I wanted to come in his mouth. Simple as that. And I did. Almost explosively, jerking my hips forward and my cock deep into his mouth as I shot spurt after spurt of my hot, thick semen down his throat. Of course, being his first time, he choked and gagged on the flood of spunk, and it was soon dribbling out of the corners of his mouth. I was about to try and force him to swallow my seed, but this was his first time and there'd be time yet to train my little girlie boy slut to do things like that. "Ah" I gasped, sliding my slimy organ out of his mouth. "Not bad, but next time I want you to swallow. Do you understand?" I asked, reinforcing the point by twisting his hair. "Y-yes Daddy" he finally managed to gasp. "Good boy." Fixing up my clothes, I got a damp washcloth and cleaned my stepson up. Then I picked up the gag, pushed the ball into his mouth and buckled it up firmly. "Don't go away now" I said. "I'll be back in 30 minutes." *** Not quite true to my word (it was nearly 40 minutes later) I returned, removed the ballgag and untied him.

FINISHING FAIR BY RINGMASTER Warning: this is a fictional story of pure fantasy. Don't read this story if you are someone who confuses real-life with fantasy! Gemma: Nearly 12, blonde, slim, long legs, pigtail Shelley: Thirteen, redhead, tiny new tits Lucille: Twelve, long black hair, half-Oriental Helena: Twelve, Twin, Scandinavian strawberry blonde Rikke: Twelve, Twin, Scandinavian strawberry blonde 1. The entrance to the huge indoor fairground lay between giant doors shaped like a pink hairless pussy mound -because this was no ordinary fairground. Housed in the extensive walled grounds of a castle high in the Austrian alps, this was a very special 'finishing' school for the prettiest little preteen girls of Austria and the USA - special because here their virginity was well and truly "finished" in some very painful ways. The sounds of the fair came through the warm dark air. The hoots, pumping music and shouts would be common to any fairground in Europe, as would the screams of young girls. I was over from the States, having paid a large sum to Jorg for the Austrian finishing school's services. In return, his heavies had captured my haughty little preteen nieces - Gemma, Shelley, Lucille, and the twins Helena and Rikke and - in order that the little teases be taught some sharp lessons in humility. I took my ticket at the small booth and stepped through the entrance. My feet crunched onto a wide sawdust path which ran through very realistic astro-turf towards the many brightly lit attractions which lay ahead in the darkness. It was almost impossible to make out the dark roof, and the walls were very far away, so it really did feel like an outdoor fairground. 2. The first ride was a classic musical horse Merry-Go-Round, crowded around with groups of horny pretty teen boys in thin t-shirts and tight shorts, who were to be seen everywhere, thronging the fair. As I approached I could see that astride each wooden horse was a snub-nosed little girl of about nine, wearing only a pastel colored baby-doll shortie nightie to match the paintwork of the horse she rode. As the preteen girls circled around and around I could see that their eyes were glazed with lust, they bent forward gasping a little, and that their little hips jerked upwards with each rise of the horses. Looking closer I could see small wet dildos which pumped upwards out of the horse's saddles in time with the dipping and sinking of the whirling musical merry-go-round. Every so often a flat-chested little girl would fly past, trembling to what was - probably -the first orgasm of her life. This was the "taster" for the main fair, designed to make sure the many young-teen boy spectators all had their tight leider-hosen shorts stretched tighter by the swelling of their lustful little cocks. 3. I moved on, into a wide drag of brightly lit side-shows filled with young teen boys moving eagerly from one to another. On one side I spotted a Coconut Shy with a difference. A pretty young blond girl with long hair in pigtails, super-slim waist and long thin legs, not even yet twelve, was spread and tied facing the boys - naked except for a very small pair of white silk panties covering her hairless mound - in a "Y" shape to sloping boards covered with steel plating. It was my stuck-up little niece Gemma! She was lying on her front but her head was pulled up by her pigtail, revealing her blushing tear-stained face, and her mouth held open wide by an arrangement of straps and small metal bars. Behind her, between each small firm milky ass cheek a twelve-inch coconut- brown vibrator nestled and purred, held my a hydraulic mechanical arm padded in red leather. Its half-inch tip slightly pressed her tight white panties against her tiny asshole. The dildo was shaped like three small fat coconuts joined together, and each of these was three inches wide at the widest point. The boys could see all this clearly, reflected in the angled mirrors that formed the back of the stall. The Stall-keeper gave out small ping-pong balls to the boys. The aim was to throw the balls across the wide divide and get one exactly between my blonde niece's perfect little rosebud lips. A metal sensor which fitted over Gemma's delicate tongue would then activate a switch. Suddenly her anxious little face was peppered with a spunk-like hail of small white balls -none of which went in. One of the boys decided to try throwing underarm, and on the third try he succeeded. To cheering, the vibrator swiftly forced my gagging niece's tiny ass cheeks apart with its first steady pneumatic thrust. It took Gemma's panties very near to their tearing point as it forced their silky white fabric firmly up into her ass and began to drill open her little sphincter. The vibrator's first "coconut" like bulge was four inches long and its three inches of width visibly pushed Gemma's tiny hips apart a little, as it broke into her ass. Now the boys had figured out the trick, she was surely destined for some deep and painful ass penetration. 4. On the other side of the drag there was an ingenious Fishing Game booth. Kneeling in plastic paddling pools, hands strapped to ankles, were three slim redheads of about thirteen, dressed as little cum-sluts whores all in goldfish-orange colors - tightly elasticized see-thru 1960s-style plastic hot-pants and high heeled plastic thigh-boots. One of them was my niece Shelley, looking a lot humbler than when I had last seen her - which was while preening herself in a mirror while wearing only her panties and leaving her bedroom door half-open - the little prick- teaser! Through each pair of transparent orange hot pants could be seen a thin plastic tube running from their almost hairless crotches upward and into a gag which was strapped to each girl's mouth. Each young girl also wore a cheap orange satin halter-top which had been pulled up to expose perfect budding breasts. Perky tender nipples were offered as the targets for this game. Each girl's nipples were clamped tightly into clamps holding little fish-hook shaped clips, and these were in turn attached to a long straight silver wire. The game was this - with their hands behind their backs, each boy's stiff little dick was used to control a fishing rod that pivoted from the front of the booth. Each time a boy "hooked" a silver wire, the wire pulled tighter by a small amount. One agile boy had already caused Shelley's tiny blushing breasts to be pulled up into a very painful little pyramid shape. The other two girls strained themselves outwards in the hope of slackening their wires, but I could see that the other boys quickly had them targeted too. Fortunately for the girls, the young boys often started to cum, and afterwards did not have the cock-stiffness needed to control the rods. The only way the tiny redheads could ease their tit torment was to piss into their see-thru plastic hot pants - each time the fill-level rose and then fell, a valve sent a signal to the machinery to decrease the tightness of the nipple wires. And the only way for the girls to continue pissing themselves was to suck the hot liquid back up into their pretty little mouths using their plastic tube. The three blushing redheads gulped, swallowed and sucked in a very erotic manner, quite like the gulping of fish, as they tried with increasing desperation to prevent the boys from stretching their tiny tits beyond endurance. At the same time, their firm little ass-cheeks and hips could be seen clenching and squeezing inside the see-thru hot-pants, desperately trying to squeeze out a little more piss. A most arousing entertainment, I though - Shelley's stubbornness over not drinking her private school's lemonade at recess would be corrected by a just a few hours of such a torment! 5. Further down the drag was a Test Your Strength machine, placed just out of sight of a padded white cage containing a half dozen lovely preteen Oriental girls dressed in various erotic lingerie. Three boys brought out one of the slimmest girls, of about twelve with a hint of breasts, firm rounded little ass cheeks, but with no pussy hair at all. It was my half- niece Lucille; her long black hair was matched by a very kinky small black satin corset which was tight-laced to make her tiny waist even smaller -the Finishing School had done a really good job on her. Suspenders held sheer black stockings on her long thin legs and she wore tiny shiny black stiletto heels on her feet - all of which I could see the boys were eager to catch a feel of. Lucille was stubborn as usual and the boys had to manhandle her into doing the "splits", then steel rings were passed around her, attached to a triangle of chains. The boys then hauled on a chain to hoist Lucille up a few feet, until she was suspended only by her position, the rings, and her chained hands hoist above her head. The Stall-keeper ripped off her small flimsy lacy g-sting panties and lubricated her half-inch wide virgin hole. Then he fitted and exactly aligned a weighty ten-inch bullet-shaped dildo to the lip of the Test Your Strength machine's "bell dinger". It became clear that my sexy little Oriental niece's virgin pussy-mound was to be the "bell", as she was slowly ratcheted fifteen feet to the top of the pole. The steel rings clipped into hooks holding her steady, giving us all a clear view of her mound with its tiny hole spread open. Looking up I could see Lucille's long dark hair bobbing and swinging around as she tried to see what was happening beneath her. The boys began lining up to heft the fat mallet against the machine's hit-pad, but each slam succeeded only in sending the dildo zinging up two-thirds of the pole. One beefy boy finally sent it nearly to top, and the thin tip slid neatly between the trembling little girl's legs. But then it instantly slipped out and fell back down, accompanied by many moans and boos from the boys below. The Stall-keeper now reached down to the machine's base and flicked the machine's dial from "hard" to "medium", and the boys tried again. This time most of them got it just up to the top - but each time in went in only an inch, and then the tightness of the Lucille's virgin pussy caused it to press out and slip down. She began to relax a little and I could tell the tiny twelve year old was getting quite turned on after about fifteen in-out hits. The Stall-keeper then replaced the dildo with another which was able to spin around like a drill. This was the same tapered shape and ten-inch length, but had a thick corkscrew thread running around it as it widened to a fat shaft of three inches. The beefy boy now stepped up to the pad and swung down a terrific mallet-blow, sending the new spinning dildo shooting upwards to hit with an audible "thunk", straight up into the Lucille's hot moist pussy hole. She gasped and then screamed as her virginity was taken by six inches of hard dildo in as many seconds, aided greatly by its spinning corkscrew thread, as it filled and split her to two inches wide. Looking up, her audience saw her tense stocking-encased legs visibly nudged apart by the sudden width and force of the dildo. The fat bulge caused by the pressure of the shaft became clearly visible, running up and under her tight corset, tapering away toward her very slim preteen waist. There was no way that this new dildo was going to slip out, and after a pause the beefy boy slammed down another hit. The dildo's final four inches lifted and screwed swiftly into the trembling corsetted little girl, splitting her ruined hole to three inches wide, and visibly impaling the thick shaft right up into her slim waist, even causing several hooks on her tight black corset to audibly snap and rip off. The boy's prize was to spunk his hot cum into the little girl's mouth, after she was lowered down. This he eagerly did, clinging for support to the Test Your Strength machine's pole, as Lucille remained split wide over the huge dildo. 6. I walked on, very pleased with what I had seen so far. Near the end of the drag there was a curtained Boxing Booth tent, and inside was a half-sized boxing ring surrounded by cheering boys. A perspiring flat-chested freckled French Catholic schoolgirl type of about eleven was battling a taller willowy hot thirteen-year-old Indian girl with budding little breast mounds. Others, who had - like me - paid handsomely to have their little girls taught painful lessons, were all around, watching. Both girls wore tight red crotch-less dance-style satin leotards, which had ridden very sexily between their pert curvy ass-cheeks. They dodged around each other, causing the six-inch fist-sized strap-on dildos that protruded from their small hairless pussy mounds to wobble stiffly. The older girl suddenly reached for the younger, tripped her and then leapt down between her legs, pushing them apart with her knees. Pinned to the white mattress in a doggy position, the younger girl screamed as she felt hands quickly thumbing apart her tiny pussy lips, ready to win the bout by a swift and painful deflowering. But as the Indian girl relaxed a little, thinking herself about to win, the younger girl made a sharp thrust and a flip, and suddenly the positions were reversed. The long chocolate legs of the Indian girl thrashed against the white mattress, but the younger girl was now on top of her, having pulled her around while keeping tight hold of her wrist. With her free hand the seemingly-innocent little schoolgirl grasped the fat shaft of her own strap-on dildo and thrust its tip and her crotch roughly towards the spread-out sweat-slicked hole of her opponent. I could just see that the Indian girl had a faint fuzz-line of freshly grown pussy hair up her mound - and then it was her turn to scream as she was roughly entered, then split wide apart and deflowered by the victorious bucking of the younger girl's hips. The boys and men cheered wildly. The show over, I left the tent. I saw ahead, at the opposite end of the drag to the Merry-Go-Round, a large Helter Skelter tower. This was shaped much like a man's cock, decorated in traditional candy-colored stripes, and has strong semi- transparent plastic chute spiraling around it. As I walked towards this intriguing Helter Skelter I passed a Candy Floss booth with a very unusual way of making the stuff. Twelve older girls, who looked a little like farm-girls, of about fourteen and with half-mature breasts, were strapped into a transparent booth where their tender young breasts were being constantly and slowly pumped for milk by lubricated steel suction cups. Amazingly, for their age, some white milk dripped down from their flushed nipples into collecting tubes. The machine mixed it with pink sugar and a little water and then whipped it up into strands of candyfloss. 7. Next to the tall Helter Skelter a line of innocent blindfolded blonde twelve year olds, just into puberty by the look of them, and all with ponytails and white ankle socks, were lined up at the base. I spotted the twins Helena and Rikke, and one of the attendants brought them up to the front of the line. I watched as my twin nieces had their small nubile young bodies manhandled and strapped upright onto a heavy padded couch of see-through Perspex by the Liftmaster. The couch was wheeled onto a platform in a lift shaft in the centre of the Helter Skelter. Still blindfold, first Helena and then Rikke had her thin legs forced apart and was strapped on top of the other - in the 69 position so that their tender hairless pussy lips were just inches from each other's pouty little mouths. A perfectly erotic position for twins! The white ankle socks of each little girl were then gripped by the Liftmaster in turn and their sensitive toes clamped. The little girls quickly learned that the painful pressure of the clamps would be eased by the Liftmaster only if they vigorously explored the pussy lips of their twin with their hot little tongues. While they licked and French-tongued with increasing eagerness, the Liftmaster slotted two stabilizer fly-wheels front and back of the couch. On the outer rim of each were thick piston-like rods leading up to a small set of further pistons. I could see that, as these wheels ran along a floor, they would act as flywheels to pump the piston rods up and down. Then Helena and Rikke vanished from sight as the lift's cage doors slid shut and it rose slowly to the top. After a few minutes the lift and doors clanked at the top of the Helter Skelter. I heard a gasp from the boys who had gathered below. I looked up, and saw on a small video screen how the Liftmaster had lifted two identical fat twelve-inch dildos from a rack, each candy-striped like the Helter Skelter, had drawn back the horizontal piston heads which were aligned with each blond twin's very wet pussy mound and tiny pouting slit, and had screwed each dildo into place. At its tip, each monstrous dildo had a half-inch snub-pointed tip. This then ran into a wider one- inch bulb which in turn smoothed up into the main head - which was four inches wide! These heads topped a two and a half inch wide - and heavily knobbled - shaft. The Liftmaster pulled back each dildo on its piston, clicked it down into position, and then each horny twin screamed as she had her hot tiny pussy invaded by the dildo's first few inches - just up to her virginity. In the 69 position, each girl had a close up view of the monster that was about to invade her twin's wet little pussy - and her own. The spectators heard a 'click' of a metal release. The shot on the video screen changed, as the low-slung couch began to slide toward the Helter Skelter's chute. The screen now showed the blond little preteens, in split-screen close-up, from above, and the side. I heard a rumble as the wheeled couch slowly entered the spiral channel of the Helter Skelter, like a small bob-sled. Suddenly the stabilizer wheels began to roll against the chute's floor and so activated the pistons. The huge dildos leapt forward into action. They ripped through my niece's virginities in a second - but then I heard a sudden skidding sound above the screams, as the wheels began to act as a dragging brake on the couch's descent. This was because both the huge four-inch heads had only opened each girl to about two inches, and they were now straining to split the immature pussy mounds any wider. The camera zoomed in as each screaming girl stared up at the tiny preteen hole impaled in front of her eyes, and at the sheer size and length of the dildo straining to enter. Another camera angle showed the view from underneath, through the see-through Perspex. But the weight of the couch edged the twins ever forward, and so slightly turned the wheels. This slowly forced incredible pressures to build up in the pistons. Each niece's thin pussy lips had long since vanished when the video screens showed their tiny hairless mounds being painfully and slowly wedged further apart, until they were at least three inches wide and their mounds were being pressed inward by the force. The audience of boys below held their breaths as they watched the last inch of width enter under at least 60 seconds of sustained pressure. Then we heard two sharp snaps, as each dildo literally cracked open first the bottom girl and then the top. With the girl's pubic bones no longer limiting their width, the dildo heads eased deeper inside. As each head disappeared fully the width of it sharply jerked each screaming girl's hips and small ass cheeks wide apart. The see-through couch then rolled slowly forward, causing the knobbled shaft of each dildo to follow the head and relentlessly follow on with a further four inches of length. Here the couch braked to a halt as resistance built up again - each dildo's head had more than filled the cunts of both horny sluts and the tips now strove to widen burst open their immature cervix. It took another 30 seconds of pressure before the inevitable happened - suddenly the final five inches of each mammoth shaft was slid deeper inside the quivering twins. The depth of the full twelve-inch impaling was clearly visible - bulges caused by the fat heads were visibly wedged in their slim waists. As the couch then gathered momentum around the first full curve, the pistons reversed their forward action and retracted the dildos. Then they pressed forwards again. On re-entry of each massive head this time, the couch slowed only a little as there was less resistance. As the couch slipped from the view of the video screens I heard the rumbling of it travelling round and down the chute, getting faster, the mechanism remorselessly pistoning the huge dildos harder and more quickly. By the time the girls slammed down to the base of the Helter Skelter - about a minute later - they were limp and gasping, and each dildo was fully embedded right up to the rim. The pairs of other blond girls lined up for the experience, blindfolded, had no idea what they were in for. 8. I then walked around the Helter Skelter on a sawdust path to what seemed to be the final attraction. A flashing neon sign proclaimed "The Tunnel of Perv". The Tunnel of Perv seemed to work something like a fairground ghost train. At the front there was a dark entrance and exit tunnel, with rails leading in and out. On one side of these rails were free-rolling carts, waiting for customers, and I sat down in one. The wide steel carts had a central plush red seat for a single adult Rider to recline on, and what looked like a stubby forked tubular steering device - but also had some added extras. My added extras were to be Gemma and Shelley! Both girls were blindfolded, but I could tell they were very humble and repentant - Gemma after the Coconut Shy anal experience, and Shelley after the torment of her perky tits at the Fishing Game booth! Each tiny niece was now dressed in a most sexy tight white ballet leotard, crotchless and with several shortie see-thru tutu-wraps around their narrow hips. They wore white stockings instead of normal ballet hosiery, and had white silk pumps on the feet, bound with pink ribbons round their slender ankles. Each niece lay side-by-side and face down on the wide bonnet of the cart. Their shoulders and tiny breasts were strapped down firmly against the padded hood of the cart, and their heads and necks jutted out over the Rider's seat in the cart - their lips were a few inches away from being level with my crotch. Then the Stall- manager and an assistant lifted each girl's long thin legs up into the air behind them, as if the girls were doing a ballet stretching practice. Then they slipped small padded loops around the ankles, attached these to eyelets at the back of the cart, and pulled the girl's feet and legs right over their heads, arching their backs in an amazing curvature -all the money I had paid out for these two aloof girls to go to ballet classes had paid off at last -my young nieces were perfectly supple and flexible! The crotch-less white leotards, stretched even tighter now, showed off the girl's tiny pussies and firm rounded ass cheeks to perfection - these had now been pulled right around, almost level with their heads and were in front of me, each framed with a silky drapery from the tutu-wraps. I took the opportunity to feel up and down the girls very slim stocking-encased legs, which were now stretched and arched tightly beside and behind me like the crash bars on a heavy-duty Dodgem Car. The girls ready, the cart started clanking toward the entrance to the dark tunnel. In we went - only to stop about ten meters in, amid a soft red light which seemed to make the girl's white clothing glow even whiter. Between the girl's heads I could see the cart's small Dashboard had been illuminated. It said:- INSERT VIBRATORS TO STEER. LEFT GIRL TO GO LEFT. RIGHT GIRL TO GO RIGHT. THE GIRLS WILL ALSO GIVE GOOD HEAD IN THEIR PRESENT POSITION, IF YOU WISH! ENJOY 'THE TUNNEL OF PERV' SHOW AS YOU NAVIGATE YOUR WAY THROUGH IT! As I read that, two large ten inch flame-red steel vibrators slid up, humming, out of what I had at first taken to be the tubular steering fork. Even at a mere inch and a half wide I could see they would take a delicious moment or two to deflower my pert little nieces - especially as the girls were tensing up their legs and hips incredibly tightly in their current 'backflip' position. I decided to make it a little easier for the girls by getting them a little 'turned on' first - they had yet to taste their first man's cock and it was going to be their wicked uncle's! The dashboard message had been right, and their pouty little mouths were perfectly positioned to be forced open by a man's straining cock. I took Shelley's mouth first, pulling on her red hair to get her to open wide. Then, not bothering to see how well her untrained tongue would lick, I couldn't resist simply lifting my hips in order to fill her entire hot little mouth and tight gagging throat with my full length. Then I slid out of her and did the same with little Gemma, using her pigtail to draw her mouth down a little, but then but just sliding my cock out enough for her to take her first little "oral exam" in tongue movement. Then I lifted up the left-hand vibrator and began to stroke Gemma's mound and inner thighs, prizing apart her hairless miniature pussy lips with my thumb and forefinger. My - but that looked like a very tight and clenched virgin hole! When the buzzing tip of the vibrator hit it, her entrance seemed to retract to an even smaller size. But I kept nuzzling and stroking it around, and within a minute there was a little less tongue movement and a little more wetness on her pussy lips. I decided she needed to concentrate on what was coming next, so I slid out of her mouth and began to press the fat buzzing ten-incher in her pussy. At first she hardly seemed to notice, probably so glad to have her mouth empty. Then she tried to jerk away as she realized her virginity was about to be taken -but this actually made the entrance of the vibrator more painful for her. After a push of considerable force, her pussy lips suddenly spread out in an 'O' and I saw I had an inch or two of entrance. My sexy little niece gasped as she felt the potential width of the invader. With some screwing and levering I got it up to her virginity. After savoring the moment, I smacked my fist firmly onto the end of the heavy vibrator. She screamed and her legs quivered as it ripped through her hymen and was buried almost to the hilt. Then I gave the same treatment to my little redheaded niece Shelley, with the added bonus of some extra anal work with the vibrator instead of oral. I flipped the switches built into the two electric cords which ran into the vibrators. The cart started to move forwards. We came to the first junction and I tried flipping off the right-hand switch - the cart moved away to the left. 9. The cart moved slowly past large hi-resolution video-screens which seemed to show, close up, what was happening elsewhere in the fairground. The first Screen, set back into the darkness like a tableau, showed a Doctors & Nurses booth, in which boy doctors were giving deep and rather rough enemas to slim little 10-year-olds, strapped down on operating tables and wearing miniature white nurses uniforms. On the cart rumbled, and this time I chose the right fork. Each vibrator buzzed depending on the direction I took, giving each niece stimulation in turn, but denying them the chance of an orgasm by shutting off the stimulation at crucial moments. The second Screen showed a "Water Fight" booth, in which three nude auburn- haired girls of about thirteen were tied in the "splits" position around a pressure- sensitive red button. By firing a phallic-shaped water-pistol and hitting the central red button they managed to slightly lower the huge double-dildo that was cranking slowly upwards beneath them, but raised the dildos faster for the two other girls. What made the game especially interesting was that the pistols had to be filled from a tube of piss from the next girl along. I guessed the girls had been primed with drinking litres of water beforehand. So not only would the girls have to hit the target, but they must also try to restrain their desperate urge to piss, thereby depriving rivals of "ammunition". By now Shelley was clearly 'turned on' by her turn with the vibrator. I couldn't resist a few more turns in filling her hot little gasping mouth to the max, just to put her off any idea she might have about having her very first preteen orgasm. The next Screen showed the end of a game called "Zero to 60 in ten seconds". A pretty little snub-nosed blond girl of about twelve, with pigtails but dressed like a little whore in pink satin, was spread and strapped over a wooden vaulting-horse. Two teen boys came up on stage, one flipped up her tiny skirt and eased back her sluttish lacy g-string panties. The boys easily pressed their semi-soft thin un-erect cocks into her pre-lubricated mouth and tiny pussy. Then the boys each slipped a thick loop of rope around their asses and clipped it to the horse like a belt. But the boys must have been wearing some prosthetic fake cocks - because shortly after they got inside the girl, these tiny - mechanical - cocks began to stiffen and expand inside her. After five seconds they were normal man size, 7" x 2". Then they paused a second as the girl managed a muffled scream and the boys strained their hips away from the ropes holding them tight as a further expansion happened - the cocks expanded again until they were about 17 inches long by 3.5 inches wide - it really was "zero to 60 in ten seconds"! After the full ten seconds I could see massive bulges running through the little girl as if to meet each other - one running down the choking girl's throat, the other running under her slutty g-string panties, lifting up under her flimsy satin skirt and then shafting thickly up to the very top of her narrow preteen waist. Now I could see that Gemma was in need of some deep oral attention to stop her approaching orgasm, and I almost had to choke her before her mind seemed to come off her climax. Of course, neither girl knew what it was that their hot prim ballerina bodies desired, but I did - and I was certain they wouldn't get it! To the left was a screen showing a secret room. A delicate blonde of thirteen was standling chained and blindfolded on tip-toes. She was dressed in the prettiest little black & white silk and lace chambermaid's outfit, with sheer white stockings. Her face showed clearly she was a haughty little rich girl, the sort that knew nothing about sex yet but knew everything about teasing men and wrapping them around her little finger. The sort that really needed teaching a lesson. I could see that she had brand-new curves in all the right places, but her tiny waist and slim legs looked totally fragile. Her long blonde hair hung down in a single wave. The hem of her black silk mini-dress was lifted up and her hairless mound and slit was licked for several minutes by an older pigtailed redhead girl of about 15, obviously an expert. The younger girl didn't seem to know that she had an audience, and in minutes her legs were trembling and her breathing heavy as she approached her very first orgasm. Then she was told that if she wanted to come she must first pass a 'virgin detector test'. Panting hard, she gasped out her consent to having thick shaped metal tubes buckled around her fore-arms and ankles. Then she was then suddenly released from the tip-toes position - but didn't fall. It seemed two powerful electromagnet disks were embedded in the ceiling and floor. The little girl just hung there, panting in her new lust, unaware that she was now effectively floating in mid-air. The older girl adjusted the electromagnets a little and the girl rose up a few more inches so her feet left the floor. Then a dial was turned and in a flash the girl's slim legs were wrenched apart and up so that she was almost doing the splits. The horny little bitch screamed and tried to twist as the sudden movement wrenched her metal- bound ankles up to her wrist shackles. Her little black skirt flew up and her very wet pussy slit was revealed for all to see. The leg wrenching was repeated over a dozen times until the girl was gasping and panting from the exertion. Then the older girl took a handful of her long hair and pulled back her head. Down into the panting girl's wet pink mouth was lowered a large magnetic metal dildo-shaft. The two inch head was enough to seal the girl's mouth and she started to panic as she was forced to breathe through her flaring little nose. She would have panicked even more had she been able to see the huge dildos that were levitating up towards her virgin pussy and firm little ass. These were shaped like a classic "U" magnet, but with sharp instead of square points. The girl's chest and tiny breasts heaved erotically inside the tight silk maids dress, straining for breath. Her tiny dripping pink pussy lips were nuzzled by the small tip of the larger of the two prongs. She tried to scream and writhe her little body as she felt the penetration begin, but just drawing breath was enough of a struggle. The three magnetic dildos seemed to be drawing each other towards them - the long oral dildo moving slowly down into her hot little mouth, and the U shaped dildos quickly split open her tiny mound. The power of the magnets then increased and her virginity was ripped apart and her tender asshole suddenly forced to open wide. The oral dildo was now visibly wedged deep into her gagging throat, and the other dildos were fast rising to meet it. A long gagging shudder began in her heaving chest and her long legs quivered as the dildos relentlessly widened her well lubricated pussy hole. Soon she was more than filled - but the pointed dildos couldn't stop - and then suddenly something gave way and there was visibly a long thick shaft straining against the sheer fabric around the quivering waist of her tight black dress. She let out a high-pitched moaning from somewhere, as the sharp point punctured through her cervix by several inches - before the oral dildo sank rapidly down to six inches and silenced the little bitch. The older girl then explained that if the little girl wanted to breathe again, the only way was to have the dildos retract. And to do that involved only the press of a red button, located on the magnetic ankle shackles. The impaled girl's tiny fingers quickly fumbled for the button and pressed it. The older girl then went on to tell her she was a useless little bitch, and should have learned her lesson by now - she should always listen and wait before agreeing to something. The older girl went on to explain that the tip of the cunt dildo would first extract its hooks. The polarity on the magnets was flipped and they began to repel each other. The tiny 13 year old shuddered as this happened, and half-inch downward-pointing hook shaped wedges snapped firmly outwards from the cunt dildo's head. Then the dildo shafts began their extraction. As the mouth-dildo extracted, the girl gasped for air - then screamed as hard as she could- the main dildo had hooked down into her tight little cervix and ripped it open. Then she shuddered, causing her silk clothes to rustle and sway, as her pussy was ripped into by the hooks. By the time the savage tip neared her bloody pussy lips, her white stockings and slim thighs were sprayed with red. When the tip emerged, the sharp hooks made a real mess of her little mound. Then the cart rattled and turned to the right in the dim red light, and Shelley's vibrator began to hum and buzz. Then I turned the cart again and this time little Gemma got the vibrations, which caused some whimpering from the deprived Shelley. The next Screen showed a "Hall of Live Mirrors". A corridor of slightly older girls of about fourteen, dressed in various kinky schoolgirl uniforms were chained behind glass. The boys passing up and down the corridor could press buttons and wind cranks, which would raise or lower heavy weights, so contorting and stretching the girls. The movement of the weights also pulled on clamps attached to their tender young nipples through their flimsy school dresses and shirts. After that it a Screen showing the "Sandstorm" booth. Here young girls were blindfolded and made to do the "splits" over a large steel disk with a hole in the centre. Then they were lifted up and their tender virgin pussies well lubricated. Then they were set spinning around and down, onto a large sandy-colored corkscrew shaped vibrator, which was also well lubricated. Each girl seemed to get turned on and very horny after few minutes, as the dildo was not really enormous - but then the lubrication began to dry off and the true sandpaper and grit skin of the vibrator which was corkscrewing up deep inside the girl made itself painfully felt. Now I could see that Gemma was in need of some deep oral attention to stop her approaching orgasm, and I almost had to choke her before her mind seemed to come off her climax. Of course, neither girl knew what it was that their hot prim ballerina bodies desired, but I did - and I was certain they wouldn't get it! Then the cart rattled and turned to the right in the dim red light, and Shelley's vibrator began to hum and buzz. The next Screen showed a "Shower Room" booth. Six nubile and nude young Oriental girls of about twelve had been placed inside a small sunken shower room. Their long black hair and thin limbs swung around and were reflected in the shiny tiles as they tried in vain to dodge the long flicking whips sent down by the boys who stood around the raised rim. Already their ass cheeks and tiny breasts - favorite targets of the boys - were covered in many painful red stripes. Then the whips withdrew and water jetted from numerous shower heads. At first the girls welcomed this - until they screamed again as they felt the heavy salt in the shower- water biting painfully into every one of the whip marks on their delicate bodies. Then the boys who had been wielding the whips entered the shower room and chained the girls to the walls on tip-toes The boys pulled the shower-heads out of their wall sockets, revealing that they were attached by retractable flexible steel hose-pipes. The boys proceeded to roughly break the girl's tight virginities using the spraying & boiling steel shower-heads. The following Screen also showed a water theme - it was called "Ducks to Water". Twelve little girls aged about twelve floated around a circular pool astride large rubber yellow ducks with numbers on them. Each girl wore crotch-less black rubberized swimsuits which when wet showed off their rounded ass cheeks to perfection. With their hands tied behind their backs the girls were in a perilous position. The game was this; a potentially large inflating dildo was attached to the duck's back and was inside the girl's pussy. A tiny pump was constantly but slowly pumping water from the pool in order to inflate the dildo - which at that point was appearing to cause some girls some discomfort. The only way the pump could be temporarily reversed was while sucking off one of the boys and men crowding around the edges - if this was done then the Poolkeeper would send an electronic signal to the pump. So little girls were pleading with the boys to let them suck them off. Some boys were willing, but some were just teasers who let the girls get close then pulled away. One blond girl had sucked off three boys, and her mouth and the top of her black swimsuit was covered in sticky white cum. But then they boys started to see her as "sloppy seconds", and soon she started to scream as she found her hardening dildo making its swelling four-inch width fully felt between her legs, splitting her apart. Seeing this, the other girls started trying harder. Some even began to approach the men around the poolside, and their little lips struggled to service the huge erect shafts they were offered, and then gagged on the huge amounts of cum that were suddenly pumped into their desperate mouths. 10. By this time Shelley's red hair was swinging from side to side as she moaned towards the first orgasm of her life. I reached out and stroked my hands around her little ass cheeks, then cruelly twisted and pinched them. Then I switched the direction of the cart - and for good measure gave her hot moaning mouth a couple of deep shaftings. Next the cart came to a Screen-less area filled with a rack of identical Remote- Control devices. I took one and then the cart began to slowly move on. The Remote was marked up with several options. I tried pressing a button at random - "BOTH". Suddenly both the vibrators embedded deep in my hot little nieces were buzzing. I looked again at the Remote, more carefully. "SHOCK" looked interesting. But first I reached forwards and fondled their sexy firm little ass cheeks to bring both girls on more quickly. Soon the constant buzzing was bringing both girls to the brink of cumming, and that was when I pressed "SHOCK" - and saw how the girls trembled and jerked as a quick and painful electric shock ran up between their legs. The cart then stopped some way from what looked like the exit, which I could see way off as a dot of light. "EXPAND" looked unusual. I pressed it and both vibrators stopped vibrating. They clicked and whirred - and expanded their diameter by an inch. My little nieces gasped as their hairless little pussy mounds were forced open in front of my eyes to two and a half inches wide! "THROB" was a new type of vibration, sending a long deep shudder up and down the vibrator instead of a low constant hum. After a few minutes of marveling at the width and the level of stimulation being given, this "Throb" mode seemed to be making them strive for their first orgasms again. I wasn't going to allow that - so I tried "EXPAND" again. Again a click and a whir. This time the expansion took longer and seemed to go length-wise too. The girls didn't just gasp this time, they screamed. I saw - from just inches away - how their tense tight little pussies were relentlessly forced apart as the diameters grew to three inches of thick red vibrator. Their little hairless mounds virtually disappeared as they were stretched in an o-shape around the huge invaders, until the edges of each vibrator shaft was pressed into and indenting their tender inner thighs. Now the crotch-less area in the silky white leotards was totally filled with the vibrator's width and the stitching of the fabric's seams was straining to tear from the pressure. They were in deep already, so I tried "PENETRATE" to see what it would do. It seemed to do nothing until I saw a small diagram flashing on the remote. It showed a sharp spiralling Head slowly moving forwards. I reached forward and ran my hands over Shelley and Gemma's split pussy mounds and then traced each bulging vibrator shaft up under the silky fabric of their leotards and tutus and then down into their tight seven-inch waists. Sure enough, I could feel the outline of a three inch wide screw-head working in each hot body, straining to screw and pull each fifteen-inch vibrator deeper inside each girl. There was only one button left to press - "SPLIT". Nothing happened. Then there was a muffled click and a whir - then nothing. Then there were two cracks and suddenly each girl's hips jerked sharply apart by a further inch, the fabric waistbands on their tutu's tore apart at their waists. The impaled vibrators had expanded again inside the girls to an incredible four inches wide, all the way to the spiral Head. Even in the low light I could see clearly the line of each massive vibrator - screw-heads still turning -running up and up into the quivering girls, still pulling deeper into their tiny vibrator-filled waists. I gave the two moaning preteens a quick "SHOCK" again to make them fully aware how deep the massive dildos were embedded in their frail bodies, and then the cart rumbled and moved off again. 11. The cart slowed down to pass the three final screens. The first screen showed a booth marked "Wild Bull Buck", and showed a slim but shapely little girl of about ten, dressed in a see-thru silky pageant dress, made all the more see-thru by some carefully-angled bright spotlights. She was strapped astride the wide leather saddle of a "broncing buck" machine and had her hands tied behind her back. She tried to twist as she felt something swelling inside both her tiny ass hole and her virgin pussy hole. Picked out in lights on a large board behind her were the shapes of two life-sized wild bulls -and the lit outline of their heavy cocks slowly grew to fill out to a rampant 4" x 12". The broncing machine began to buck the saddle and the girl slowly up and down and around - giving the cheering boys a good view of her from all angles, especially the splitting of her pert little rounded ass cheeks as the broncing machine became wilder, the growing dildos wedged ever more stiffly inside her - the only things holding her to the saddle. The second screen showed a booth called "Handygirls". Three thirteen year old girls in white panties each had one hand tied behind their back, making their little mini-tits perk up and outwards. With their free hand they were each using their fist to enter the tiny mouth, ass and pussy of a very unwilling virgin girl of about eleven, dressed in a very sexy little skimpy school blouse and tie, pleated mini-mini skirt, white socks and no panties. On their upper arms each older girl had a contact- switch strapped on. Suddenly the older girls started getting electric shocks to their tender little clits - then they had obviously been told that the contact-switches needed to be thrown to stop the torment - and the only way to do that was to go deeper! The little schoolgirl's eyes opened wide as she was suddenly invaded by three fists going deeper than she ever imagined, all desperate to shaft over fifteen inches of thickening forearm into her hot little body. The third screen showed one of those sexy "bangles, satin and tat" stores for pre- teens. Every pervert - including me - within miles of one was peeking in as he walked past. But one security guard there had got lucky. The neon LCD sign above the store entrance now read "SORRY - WE'VE CLOSED, FOR STAFF TRAINING." A few seconds later the scene switched to the store's interior. The store's lights were down, and a sexy music soundtrack played on all speakers. The guard had caught two little Phillipinas who were absolutely perfect. Also one tiny red head and three blondes, each of slightly different ages and heights, had fantastic little budding bodies. All had creamy soft, immaculate skin, and all were destined for some severe "staff training" . The Guard had them dressed up in the store's new sexy flimsy silk lingerie for preteens. He had used hair-clips & pins from the shelves on their tiny nipples, while runched silk hair bands had been used as blindfolds. Pointy hairbrush handles had been used to take the blond girls virginities, using Hella hair gel as lube. He then used scarves and velcro exercise wrist straps to tie the little redhead down onto one of the long stools used for trying on shoes. He had tied her in such a way that her pretty head was over one end, ready for oral. Her thin legs were hauled up and spread wide over the padded seat, her perfect tiny mound straining upwards. First he inserted the long thin spiked heel of a white stilleto shoe between the redhead's hairless pussy lips. Then he had the Fillipina insert her tiny foot into the shoe, and made her stand up on it. The shoe's heel was forced down into the redhead's virginity with all the weight of the little Fillipina on top of it. Already in pain from the hair-clips on her nipples, the redhead's high-pitched screams echoed around the shop. Then the Guard wheeled up a tubular machine, meant for firing tennis-ball at rich little bitches on tennis courts. He took three neon-colored shoe- horns and used them as speculums for the three-inch mouth of the ball machine. Pretty soon he had the redhead stretched enough to force the head of the massive tube into her deflowered pussy. He flicked a switch and th machine whined and then pumped a ball out, embedding it in the girl with a THUMP sound. The next ball forced the first to recoil further in, and after four balls, the little redhead had a series of ball bumps running up from the black metal tube embedded in her mound. The little girl was packed tight to bursting. The Guard then held the tube steady and pumped a final fifth ball into her. With no space left, the balls were forced to violently jerk from side to side to absorb the velocity, forming a controlled explosion which simply tore her pussy apart. Epilogue Then - suddenly - the cart was out into a small semi-dark open-air area at the back of the Fair, and there beyond the Fair's rear entrance I could see the Presidential limo was waiting to take me to the airport. I got out of the cart and looked back; the cart and my nieces were already rumbling back inside the tunnel. The Finishing Fair's services had been expensive, but I had definitely had my money's worth! Let no-one say that the family of the President always gets lenient treatment in punishment!

LESSONS IN CHILD MODELLING BY X-FILE Vanessa stood rooted to the spot by a mixture of fear and fascination. The man, who she guessed was her new employer stood beside an artist's easel calmly surveying his subject, a girl about Vanessa's own age - twelve - who hung by her arms, her thigh-high booted feet barely touching the parquet floor. Her arms were held stretched above her by a slender, yet obviously strong cord, which at one end was fastened to a ceiling beam and at the other was clipped onto a pair of leather cuffs that bound the girl's wrists close together. Apart from the high black boots the girl was quite naked. Swallowing the lump that had risen in her throat Vanessa hardly dared breathe as the man, his back still turned to her, took a few steps back from his easel and regarded his subject. He stood, feet apart, hands on hips then ran the fingers of one hand through his short dark hair. "Hang your head back like I told you yesterday," he ordered, his voice as cold and hard as iron. The girl whose head had been lolling forward, her long tousled hair covering her face, which in turn was obscured by her up-stretched arms, obeyed the instruction. Her hair fell clear of her face to reveal that she wore a black velvet blindfold and a black leather covered ball gag that filled her mouth, forcing her jaws painfully wide. Vanessa caught her breath and hearing her the man swung around. His gaze swept over her, anger flaring in his eyes, then recognition and a smile slowly flickered across his face. "You must be Vanessa." "I'm sorry if I..." The man shrugged, waving aside her attempt at apology. He was no more than forty, clean shaven, tall, wearing black jeans and black polo neck. He calmly regarded Vanessa and when her glance flickered to the little girl hanging behind him he allowed himself a smile of satisfaction. Her cheeks flushed as her eyes and the man's met again and they read each other's thoughts. "I made it very clear to your parents that I wanted a nude model." The subtext of his statement was a question for Vanessa: was she now afraid of the summer job her mom and dad asked her to do? "I know." Vanessa nodded mechanically. Her heart was racing now, her palms clammy. Inside her she felt a tide of panic swell and rise. "And I gave your mother photographs to see my type of work." "Not... not... like..." Vanessa glanced at the little girl and it was an effort to tear her gaze away. There was something strangely hypnotic about the spectacle. "Not quite like that?" suggested the man, finishing Vanessa's sentence for her. "I had a commission come through and Michelle was very willing..." Vanessa nodded dumbly. "Take a look," the man smiled disarmingly, gesturing for her to inspect the sketches on his easel. Vanessa gingerly moved into the room and pushing her long blonde hair clear of her face she bent forwards to scrutinise the sketches. "This was the first." The man was beside her, lifting one sketch aside to reveal another. "This came later." In both the child had her head hung backwards, and was blindfolded and gagged, but in the second her tiny young breasts were distended from weights that hung clipped to her swollen nipples. Vanessa wanted to recoil in disgust from the images but she found herself spellbound. Looking at the girl hanging before her, she imagined herself in her place and she experienced the first stirring of sexual hunger in her loins. "You see Vanessa, my pictures and photographs are sold to collectors around the world who have, shall we say... a penchant for seeing female children in some degree of distress. The photograph I sent your mother to illustrate my style of work, which was it?" "A naked girl standing at a window with her hands tied behind her back," Vanessa answered mechanically, her gaze flicking from the sketches before her to the girl in front of her. "Yes. Very restrained. But you surely got the message?" Vanessa nodded her head. "Good. I'm looking forward to working with you." The man reached into his back pocket, took something out and strolled up to his subject. "This is Michelle's last session. She's been with me since April." Speaking quite matter-of-factly, he nonchalantly cupped the girl's left little breast with one hand and with the fingers of his other hand he began toying with her nipple. Vanessa watched as the girl tried ineffectually to twist herself away as her nipple was worked until fully erect, then, her breast held firmly with one hand to prevent her from pulling away, the man clipped a small, black, tear shaped weight onto her nipple. Vanessa heard the girl give a short intake of breath through her nostrils and murmur something that the gag made incoherent. The man withdrew his hand from supporting the weight of the little girl's breast, then calmly, almost casually, he dealt with the other breast in a like fashion before standing back to regard his handiwork. "Michelle darling, try to keep still." The child was writhing more and more frantically even whilst they watched. Her muffled cries became more and more urgent but because of the ball gag they remained no louder than the creaking of the leather around her wrists as she twisted and pulled against her restraints. ****** The wind relentlessly threw the rain against the large plate glass window. Scarcely visible through the rain, the sea surged, foaming waves twenty feet high pounding the glistening black cliffs unceasingly. The sky was bristling with ranks of storm clouds that closed menacingly over the lonely house. Scarra stood at the end of a mile long pot-holed track that led from the nearest road, itself one of those narrow, seldom used, twisting lanes that thread the wild peninsulas of the far north west coast of Scotland. Her parents drove her all the way from London. She remembers gazing around her, the wind flicking her hair across her eyes when they arrived to their destination. The road stretched desertedly in both directions and on either side of the road the moor yawned empty, punctuated only by pools of black water. They had stared down the track but no house was in sight, though in the distance she could see the sea. The damp wind had begun to eat into her clothes but it was more the thought of what lay ahead that had made Vanessa shiver despite her mother's assurances. Now though, inside the studio, it was pleasantly warm which was a comfort for her as she discarded her jeans and tossed them over the chair where her T-shirt already lay. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes. It's really quiet here. I mean, the only sound is the wind. It's strange after London." "Sasha organised you breakfast?" "Yes, thanks." "Okay, now turn around." Vanessa obeyed, glancing from the man to the window and then around the room. Surreal, she thought, she was really here, after so many talks with her parents and weeks of anticipation. The day she'd read the magazine advertisement seemed an age away now. School, London, her friends, her whole life up to yesterday suddenly seemed so distant that she now felt it almost beyond her grasp. "So your favourite singer is Britney Spears?" "Yes," Vanessa answered, forcing herself to keep still as the man slowly circling her drew closer and closer. "You're shivering, would you like the heating turned up more?" "No. No. I think it's just nerves. Sorry." "Don't apologise. It's natural. The first session is always the most difficult." No kidding, thought Vanessa, forcing herself to stand obediently still as the man circled her. She felt his hand stroking over her shoulder and down her arm as if she was some puppy he was inspecting. Her mind replayed the words her parents made her write her first letter to him... I'm four feet seven, blonde with blue eyes. I enjoy swimming and gymnastics to keep fit. I'm in year six and like going to school and would be really interested in your vacancy for a summer model.' "Take your training bra off." Vanessa smiled to herself. The man stood patiently waiting; the atmosphere was tense with anticipation. Vanessa reached behind her, one of her finger nails flicked the frail hook of metal free from its clasp and the straps loosened across her shoulders. She couldn't resist looking sideways at the man as she allowed the gossamer material to slacken from its caress around her budding little breasts. She tossed the bra onto the chair, furtively glancing as she did so to the man's crotch. To her delight there was the telltale bulge against the black denim. She'd have him begging for her, she mused, just like the boys at her school she enjoyed using for her own pleasure. The man's gaze lingered on her little breasts. Slowly, thoughtfully he licked his lips and nodded approvingly. Vanessa remembered how he had calmly caressed Michelle's breasts. His thumb brushing over her nipples to harden them before he had clipped on the weights. A shiver of expectation ran through her and Vanessa glanced down to see that her own nipples were becoming erect as her mind replayed what she had witnessed the other girl being forced to experience. "Now your pants." Vanessa hesitated for only a second. She had been rehearsing this moment for weeks and had fantasised about the pleasure she would extract from being this man's submissive model. Each day they worked together he would be having to force himself not to touch her but all the time she'd be subtly teasing him, provoking him, until he was gagging for it. In her mind she imagined him sat reading her second letter, probably smiling to himself as he examined her photograph more closely... "Dear Mister Marshall, thank you so much for your reply to my letter of the 11th and for your explanation of the type of work you are expecting from your model. I am quite prepared to model naked and my parents have no objection for me to role-play as you describe it, "the submissive female child". I understand that you would wish to paint and photograph me bound and restrained and me and my parents give consent to this. I hope you will regard my application favourably. I would be your most willing subject. Yours sincerely, Vanessa Richardson, age 12." Vanessa held her gaze straight ahead as the man circled her, then the door opened and the man stood back, nodding as if satisfied with what he saw. Vanessa glanced sideways at the young woman who'd entered. "I saw Michelle onto the bus. It's foul out there today." The young woman glanced at Vanessa as she lit herself a cigarette, then she asked the man; "So how's your new recruit shaping up?" Sasha, Vanessa guessed, was in her mid-twenties. She had introduced herself that morning as 'Michael's partner', whilst helping Vanessa to cereal and toast as they sat at the kitchen table. As Vanessa ate, the older girl sipped from a mug of steaming, freshly ground coffee and intermittently inhaled on a Gauloise that she toyed with in her other hand. Chatting, she'd seemed amiable and Vanessa quickly felt at her ease with her. Vanessa's mother had done some research on Michael Marshall and found a couple of brief references to him in some more obscure modern art books. The most detail was in one book published in America that commented; 'Michael Marshall. Trained Saumur Academie d'Art and the Vellaris School Amsterdam. Mostly female nudes. 'The Subdued Vixen' auctioned New York 1996 sold for 26,000 was roundly criticised and by the Herald Tribune described as 'Pure pornography dressed up as art.' There was a picture of the painting and the model was 11-year-old Sasha. Naked, she knelt secured to a table leg by a collar and lead and was captured by the artist whilst she drank like a cat from a bowl of milk. Now 19, Sasha wore black leather trousers tucked into black boots and a loose fitting, red, turtleneck cashmere jumper and it was Vanessa who was completely naked. As Sasha walked behind her, Vanessa caught the scent of her French cigarettes and expensive French perfume. "Right Vanessa, come over here, I want you to try some things on." Vanessa quickly followed the man across to a large old walnut wardrobe from which he was already handing her a pair of white socks. Beside the wardrobe was a footstool and balancing her feet in turn on this she pulled on the calf length socks. "Try this skirt on - it'll be a bit tight but see." Vanessa smiled enthusiastically as she wriggled into the short, navy blue pleated skirt. "How does that look?" she asked, smiling hopefully. "Short enough to almost show your bottom off. Just perfect. Now put on this shirt." "I think it may be too small," Vanessa eyed the white cotton shirt dubiously but slid her arms into the sleeves and managed to fasten the buttons at her waist. "Leave the other buttons undone. Put this tie on but inside the collar of the shirt." "This is meant to be a school uniform isn't it?" The man nodded, an enigmatic smile flickering across his face as Vanessa eagerly slipped the blue and white striped tie inside the collar of the shirt and knotted it around her neck so that it hung over her bare chest, it's pointed tip dangling between her budding nipples. When she bent from the waist to fasten the straps of the black high-heeled shoes she was given to wear, her perky breasts pointed down from the skimpy cotton shirt and Vanessa felt deliciously lewd. She was loving every minute of this. "Okay Vanessa, let me talk you through how I work and what I want. Follow me." Vanessa came quickly to heel just behind her new employer as he strode across the study and threw open a door to a room that was new to Vanessa. For a second Vanessa hesitated in the doorway, taking in the contents of the room. Behind her, Sasha, with one hand between her shoulder blades and the other against her waist, pushed Vanessa into the room, putting her own back against the door until it shut with an ominously heavy thud. "This is where we start," Michael stepped sideways to afford Vanessa a clear view of the room, "It's here that you learn to feel your part. My clients pay for realism and that has to show in the subject's eyes. What's the point in having a picture of a girl tied up, maybe about to be whipped, when the expression in her eyes is one of boredom and ambivalence, because she knows that nothing is really going to happen and that she's just modelling, just pretending..." "But... I'm willing to be tied up and I can pretend to..." "That's just my point Vanessa. I don't want to see you pretending. You see, you're going to have to learn to fear what we're going to do with you." "I... I don't understand," Vanessa stammered. "No, I think you do." The man smiled grimly, moved across to a table and unscrewed the lid from a small bottle." You've guessed well enough what's really expected from you and that's why you came here. You want this." "No, I..." Vanessa shook her head. "You'll be perfect," Sasha reassured, stroking Vanessa's shoulder, "just relax and trust us." As the man walked back up to her Vanessa saw he held a thick pad of cotton wool in the palm of one hand. He was smiling disarmingly. "You see Vanessa, when one of my clients looks at pictures of a disobedient little school girl who is being punished, the expression in her face has to be right..." "I'm sorry, I think maybe..." "Don't think baby, just let us look after you," Sasha whispered from close behind her. Vanessa caught a chemical smell in the air then for a moment it was masked by Sasha's French perfume and cigarettes. The woman's hands reassuringly stroked down both her arms. "I'm sorry Mister Marshall but..." "Michael. Call me Michael." He stood close in front of her radiating calm. Then he smiled disarmingly. "Don't worry Vanessa. If you don't enjoy the work after the first session we'll stop and call your parents to pick you up, all right?" "Okay then." Vanessa nodded. "Good girl." "This will make everything easier for you the first time Vanessa. Just trust us," Sasha said, her hands tightening around Vanessa's biceps and drawing her arms backwards. "But what...' Vanessa was never able to finish her question. A thick pad of cotton wool was suddenly pressing against her face and although she wanted to pull free from it Sasha was firmly grasping her arms, thwarting her efforts. The chemical smell assailed her, giddiness overtaking her immediately. Oh God, she thought, they're going to drug me! Got to get free! She tried twisting her face away but a hand was behind her head. Let me go! She shook her head frantically but she couldn't tear herself away from the chemical soaked pad that pressed against her face. To her dismay she felt the strength suddenly evaporate from her arms. Wide eyed, she implored the man to let her go but he merely smiled his apology, one hand firmly pressing the pad of wool against her mouth and nose, his other preventing her from pulling her head back. She felt her body go weak and her eyelids grew heavy, sleepiness stealing over her even as she knew that she had to resist. For a few seconds Vanessa started to struggle again in one last frantic bid to save herself. Her strength was gone though and she was doing no more than wriggling in the arms of the girl who held her. The man was smiling with satisfaction. For a few more seconds she floated giddily between awareness and unconsciousness. ****** Sasha lit herself another Gauloise, inhaled deeply and gazed out of the window. The rain had washed the colour from the landscape. Sea, sky and land were shades of slate grey. The wind, which was still rising, echoed up from the cliff caves like a banshee and the only other noise was the dull grinding of sea against rock. A faint murmur behind her made Sasha glance back over her shoulder. She smiled to herself seeing Vanessa weakly lift her head. "Enjoy your little sleep Vanessa?" Sasha asked, forcing her voice to sound concerned, her words dripping with honeyed sweetness, "...does our baby have a little bit of a sore head? Don't worry, it'll wear off. What's wrong darling, you look so concerned? Is something the matter?" "Please... what... ugh... I feel sick..." "Poor little lamb. It's just the after effect from the chloroform. You just lie still now," Sasha said, stubbing out her cigarette. "Don't worry Vanessa, I'll take good care of you. We won't do anything to you that you don't like." She watched Vanessa testing her restraints. Three-inch wide, supple leather cuffs. Well worn on the inside but still shiny black on the outside. Brass double buckles closely fastened so the leather was snug around Vanessa's wrists and ankles. "What a pleasing sight," Sasha commented dryly. They had put Vanessa on what Michael referred to simply as 'the bench'; a sturdy pine table that Michael had bolted onto the studio floor, it had leather straps fixed to two of its solid legs. On its top at the other end two brass rings were fastened to the corners and down the sides of the table were spaced several broad, long, leather belts, fixed through straps of leather screwed down into the table. On the other side of the table were more straps to feed the belts through, these likewise screwed onto the wood. The belts, for the present, dangled unused down over the floor. Vanessa lay, bent from the waist, face down over the tabletop, her arms outstretched above her, her wristcuffs clipped onto the brass rings. The leather straps around the table legs were threaded through the rings on her ankle cuffs and by this means her legs were held securely against the table's legs. Vanessa was gazing at her outstretched arms, her expression slowly changing from curiosity to concern as she twisted her wrists ineffectually trying to free herself. "Michael, she's awake." Sasha removed her cashmere jumper, smiling at Vanessa who was now lifting her head and trying to take in what was around her. Sasha toyed with the stud in her belly button then ran her hands over her black lacy Valentino bra, licking her lips thoughtfully and glancing across to Michael who was adjusting the tripod height and focus on the second video camera. "Not quite as sexy as yours, are they Vanessa? I envy you... I was like you once. I think your little tities got you the job, you know." Sasha gently stroked herself, feeling her nipple harden under the silk, then she dug in the front pocket of her leather jeans and pulled out a silk scarf in the same school pattern as the tie which Vanessa wore. This she folded into a triangle and drew across her own face as a mask. Knotting the ends at the back of her head she reached into the back pocket of her jeans and fished out a delicate black eye mask. "Just lie there and enjoy it Vanessa." Sasha settled the mask over her eyes then nodded to Michael who switched on both cameras. Sasha smoothed her hands down over her leather- trouser covered hips and walked slowly around the table, aware that, as best she could, Vanessa was watching her. "What are you going to do?" Vanessa asked plaintively. Sasha smiled to herself knowing how pleased Michael would be: what a perfect opening line. The less cuts he had to do the better and the smoother the whole film would come together. "Now Vanessa you've been a very naughty little girl and as Head Girl, it falls to me to punish you." Sasha stood at the side of table, idly stroking loose strands of blonde hair around Vanessa's earlobe. She saw Vanessa glance at Michael, then at one of the cameras and sensing she was about to speak she caught hold of her hair and sharply lifted her head back. Vanessa yelped in alarm. "It's punishment time baby." Sasha lightly struck her across one cheek with the back of her fingers making her grunt, then more forcefully she slapped her palm against the girl's other cheek. The look of anguish in Vanessa's face was perfect, thought Sasha, releasing her hold on the girl's hair. She walked across to the wardrobe and picking up a tawse, swung around and grinned wickedly at Vanessa who immediately began twisting her arms in an attempt to free herself. Lifting the girl's skirt clear of her backside and letting it drape over the small of her back, she glanced at Michael who nodded his approval. She brought the leather tawse down hard against the exposed rump. Vanessa let out a cry of pain. She brought the tawse down again, this time harder. "Ugh... No..." Sasha glanced up to see Michael walking around to the head of the bench, out of camera shot but from where he had a good view of Vanessa's face. She knew he liked to watch their pretty little faces become contorted with pain and humiliation. After half a dozen strokes every girl began to cry or plead. Sasha had seen plenty of little girls put on the bench. It was the initiation to the weeks ahead at Scarra. Most put up a determined struggle to free themselves. It was amusing to watch. Their slim limbs soon glossy with sweat as they twisted and writhed, pulling and struggling against the broad cuffs of leather she and Michael had fastened around their wrists and ankles. Their young faces soon filled with fear, glancing over one shoulder then the other as they realised that there was nothing they could do to control what lay ahead for them. Sasha brought the tawse down again and Vanessa grunted with the sudden pain. Michael nodded his approval and walked away. "How are we feeling now, Vanessa? Beginning to regret being such a bad little girl?" Sasha stroked her hand over the girl's rump, feeling her trembling as she traced the red marks the leather had made on her soft flesh. "You know this is how bad girls get treated don't you?" Sasha let her hand linger on Vanessa's bottom. "Let me go! I want my Mommy!" Vanessa cried. Sasha laughed throatily and as one palm gently stroked the bound girl's bottom her other hand reached between the globes of soft flesh. She pushed one finger inside. Vanessa grunted. Sasha rubbed her finger into the folds of warm hairless flesh. They were moist and again Vanessa grunted. Sasha smiled to herself. "Tell me you know that you're a bad little girl." "Leave me alone! You are molesting me. You will go to jail!" Vanessa breathed. Sasha stepped back and again brought the tawse down hard on the exposed rump. Vanessa groaned. Once more Sasha found the girl's vulva and stroked slowly against it with one fingertip. Vanessa sighed, twisting against the leather restraints. "Tell me you're a bad little girl or this will go on until you won't be able to stop crying." Vanessa muttered something under her breath. Sasha smiled to herself and hit her again with the tawse. Vanessa gave another anguished groan. Sasha and Michael exchanged glances. Usually by now the girls were screaming and shouting to be freed, pleading to go home, claiming that this wasn't what they'd wanted. Most, but not all. There were a few like this one. Haughty, arrogant but underneath that veneer they were different. They behaved like this one. Yes, this little blonde beauty with her beautiful tiny breasts, pouting lips and wide innocent eyes was a natural submissive. Michael, had chosen well this time... Sasha brought the tawse down again hard on Vanessa's rump then she walked slowly around the bench, for the benefit of the camera, looking down disdainfully at her captive. Standing at the head of the table Sasha meshed her fingers into Vanessa's hair. "How are we feeling now Vanessa?" "Please... I want my Mommy..." "Yes?" Sasha lifted Vanessa's head back, her silky blonde hair tousled and damp with sweat, the young girl looked up at her, tears pricking her eyes. "Please... I'm sorry..." "Of course you are. Now you just have to satisfy the Headmaster and then we can maybe let you return to your dormitory." Sasha glanced up to see Michael, already wearing the black robe, adjusting the black hood that he'd pulled on. She smiled sympathetically at Vanessa who looked up imploringly at her. She was trembling and Sasha could see blood where the girl had bitten down on her lip. "This is so unnecessary Vanessa, why don't you just admit that you've been a bad little girl?" "I'm sorry... I've been a bad little girl... please... don't punish me any more." Her voice was choked, plaintive. Perfect, mused Sasha who bent to retrieve one of the belts that dangled unused at the table's edge. "Well now Vanessa, if you can satisfy the Headmaster, we can let you go. You want to make the Headmaster happy don't you?" Sasha glanced to Michael who now stood at the end of the table directly behind Vanessa's spread legs. Vanessa lifted her head, following Sasha's gaze and she saw the hooded figure motionless behind her, like some black robed member of a dark sect of demon worshippers. "Please..." she murmured, "I only..." "Want to please us," said Sasha, softly laughing as she tossed the belt she was holding across Vanessa's back. She picked up the next belt and flicked it over her, then walked around to the other side where the loose ends now dangled. "You've been such a bad little girl, you have to be punished properly. You must understand that." Sasha explained apologetically as she slipped the belts through the straps fastened on the other side of the table. "Now be a brave girl and don't cry or we may have to punish you even more," Sasha warned as she tossed the belts back again across Vanessa's prone body, all the time aware of the two video cameras recording her every move, her every word. Unhurriedly she fed the first belt together and pulled it tight. The leather came down across Vanessa's back just below her shoulders. Sasha pulled firmly until Vanessa grunted in discomfort then she buckled the belt fast and attended to the other. This one came over Vanessa's rump. Sasha edged the belt a little higher, just clear of the girl's bottom and just below the base of her spine. She pulled the belt tight and fastened it. Vanessa turned her head sideways, gazing at her, her nostrils flared, her eyes wide with fear, looking like some wild creature caught at bay. Sasha went across to the wardrobe and selected two more leather belts, a tie that matched the one Vanessa was wearing and a gossamer fine silk scarf. She exchanged a questioning glance with Michael, her hand on an expanding butt plug. Michael nodded, making her smile and she picked up the rubber device and a jar of coconut butter. "Does this feel good?" she teased, feeling Vanessa's legs trembling as she wrapped one of the belts around Vanessa's right thigh and fastened the belt so that Vanessa's leg was now held snugly against one table leg. "You like feeling helpless like this, don't you baby? You enjoy this, this is why you're a bad little girl isn't it?" Sasha dealt with Vanessa's left leg in a similar fashion and smiled with satisfaction as she saw how helpless the girl was now, her legs spread and held wide, her arms outstretched and the broad leather belts taut over her back. Behind her Michael stood patiently, though when Sasha stood up having completed her task she felt his hand settle on her hip then move up her ribs until his fingertips brushed her right breast. For a second Sasha stood allowing herself to focus on Michael's touch, his fingertips now moving slowly over the lace of her bra until he found her nipple which he gently rubbed with his thumb. However many times they initiated a new child it never failed to arouse both of them and they had to discipline themselves to focus on the job in hand and to wait until later for other pleasures... Standing now at the head of the bench facing Vanessa, Sasha nodded to Michael signalling that she was ready. She watched him raising the tawse then bring it down hard on the exposed rump. Sasha watched Vanessa's eyes smart with pain. "Such a bad little girl..." The tawse came down again and Vanessa whimpered, pulling her arms hopelessly and unable now even to lift herself a fraction from the table. Sasha watched the young girl's face as the tawse struck again. She could sense the camera to the side recording; she knew that it would be focused in close up on Vanessa's face. The other camera on the far side, positioned a little to the rear captured the whole scene: the child strapped down over the table, the man whipping her and herself standing above the victim's head, her face, concealed by the mask, smiling at their subject's discomfort and humiliation. "Uh... God... no..." Sasha saw Vanessa twist urgently now against the leather straps, she had reached her point of tolerance. Now her little body was washed with pain, she'd had enough, though she'd lasted a little longer than most. The tawse hit her again and she cried out, shaking her head. "Stop it... please... I'm sorry... stop..." Vanessa's voice was choked, plaintive. Again the tawse slapped down on her bare skin and Vanessa gave a long, anguished groan. She was panting hard now, perspiration running down her cheeks and neck. The white cotton shirt clung damp about her, her hair was plastered wetly across her pain-racked face and Sasha for a moment allowed herself the pleasure of just watching. Thighs spread forcefully apart by the belts, sweat shining on her skin, her exposed rump red with from the beating, the blue skirt bunched up over the small of her back which was held down by the broad leather belts, the black leather contrasting so satisfyingly with the white blouse. Slender arms held outstretched, twisting hands jammed against the wristcuffs, what a picture she looked, thought Sasha, smiling with satisfaction. She and Michael exchanged glances and Sasha felt her pulse quicken when Michael gave her a brief affirmative nod. "Lift up your head Vanessa, there's a good girl," Sasha coaxed, meshing her fingers into Vanessa's tousled blonde hair then drawing her head firmly back. "Ugh... please... stop..." She stood on the left side of Vanessa so that the camera had a clear view as, with her other hand, she began feeding the silk scarf into the girl's mouth. "No... uhh... stop... ughh..." "Keep still baby. No don't try to spit it out, you have to let me..." Vanessa struggled more vigorously but Sasha merely drew her victim's head back further then stood close against her trapping Vanessa's head against her hip. "Now be a good girl and keep still." "Uhhh... nnh..." One hand across Vanessa's mouth, with her free hand Sasha dug in the pockets of her leather jeans and pulled out the school tie. "Nearly finished now..." "Nnnngh..." Sasha had the tie twice across Vanessa's mouth and was knotting it at her nape. "There we are now. How does that feel?" Sasha stood back, watching as Vanessa tried ineffectually to shake herself free of the gag. "Ugh....uhh....nghh..." Sasha thought to herself how perfect she looked now, the tie tight across her cheeks, her long hair hanging free as she shook her head like some hooked fish, her slim arms twisting and pulling ineffectually against the broad leather that was tight around her slender wrists. Vanessa lifted her head, straining to look back over her shoulder. The man was caressing her bottom, his hands moving slowly over the swell of her little buttocks. She saw Sasha watching her and looked questioningly at her. "The Headmaster is now going to fuck you." Sasha answered simply. Vanessa stared in disbelief over her shoulder as she felt fingers move between her buttocks then slowly draw the mounds of flesh apart. She shook her head. "Nnhh... nghh..." "Doesn't this little schoolgirl want to make her Headmaster happy?" "Nnhh..." Vanessa shook her head as one fingertip moved slowly across the soft slit of her sex, then several fingers were opening her sex, calmly invading her body, peeling the folds of soft pinkness away to expose her for the fingers of his other hand. "Nnngh... nhh... uhh..." Several fingers together were insinuating their way into her, forcing her wide, then stroking. Vanessa to her shame felt herself nearing orgasm. "She's very wet. Obviously been enjoying this too much. I won't add to her pleasure by having her this way just yet." Vanessa grunted through the gag as the fingers withdrew from her pussy. "Better give me that jar." "Certainly Headmaster." Vanessa felt one hand against her rump, then fingers smeared with something greasy were stroking over the crater of her anus. Vanessa grunted as the coconut butter was massaged into her sphincter until it softened and yielded. When a fingertip slid a little way inside her anus Vanessa sighed through the gag. "She likes that, perhaps we should give her something a little more substantial to enjoy?" "Every tried one of these, little girl?" asked Sasha. Vanessa lifted her head, glancing over her shoulder to see Sasha holding a butt plug, a wicked grin on her face as she squeezed the pump and the device expanded. Two more squeezes on the pump which was connected to the plug by a long tube and the plug had changed from a slender little dildo to something thicker than a cucumber. Sasha gave the pump two more squeezes and the butt plug had grown in thickness to the size of a grapefruit. Vanessa gazed up at her, eyes wide with alarm and she shook her head begging Sasha not to, but Sasha, smiling sympathetically, deflated the device, moved to behind Vanessa's spread legs and gave a low taunting laugh. "Now lie still Vanessa and just enjoy the feeling." "Uhhh..." "Hush baby, just enjoy it." "Nnnhh!" "A little more lubrication I think. Let's try again." Vanessa felt Sasha's fingers smearing more of the coconut butter into her anus then the rubber tip was pushed again against the child's sphincter this time more firmly. "Nnhh..." "Let it all in, there's a good little girl." "Nnhh!" Vanessa tried closing her legs but the broad leather belts held her spread as she felt the rubber device being pushed inside her body, her sphincter being forced to widen to accommodate it's thickening girth. "Uhh..." She felt the flared end of the plug enter her, her sphincter muscle closed around the narrow neck and then the broad flat base was pushed firmly against her anus. "There, how does that feel Vanessa?" Vanessa glanced up to see Sasha looking down at her a cruel smile playing over her face. In one hand she held the pump and Vanessa looked in alarm at the thin hose that dangled from it and disappeared between her own thighs. Urgently Vanessa squeezed her anus muscles to expel the plug. With all her effort she was able to excrete the flared end of the plug and then the rest easily followed. "Oh, you naughty little girl, you mustn't do that." "Nnhh..." Vanessa wriggled in protest against the leather restraints as with one hand Sasha firmly pushed the butt plug back inside her. "Now then Vanessa, it's play time." Before Vanessa could try again to force the plug out, Sasha gave a single squeeze on the pump and Vanessa felt the device inside her expand. This time when she struggled to expel it she failed and she was left, bathed in sweat, exhausted and close to tears. "Is that feeling good?" Sasha taunted, giving the pump another couple of squeezes. "Nnngh!" Vanessa shook her head, it was filling her already and she was certain she couldn't take anymore. "Come on now Vanessa, just relax..." Vanessa grunted as a fingertip stroked her vulva. "So moist. You're enjoying this aren't you?" cooed Sasha as she continued to rub her fingertip against Vanessa's sex. "Nnnhh... uuhh... uhh..." Now the butt plug was slowly vibrating and Vanessa knew she was going to come quickly. "Is that good?" "Mmmh..." The vibrations intensified and Vanessa screwing her eyes shut, cried out through the gag as she climaxed. She was still shuddering in the aftermath of her orgasm when Michael walked around the top of the table and lifted her head by her hair. "She enjoyed that. I think she'd like some more." Vanessa gazed up at the man, her body awash with the afterglow of her orgasm. "Shall I continue then Headmaster?" "Certainly." The man nodded, glancing down at Vanessa, whose head he was still lifting by his hold on her long blonde hair. The vibrations stopped. Vanessa was gazing dreamily at the man when the plug inside her expanded again. "Nnghh!" The man gave a nod and Vanessa felt the device inside her enlarge even more. Now she really couldn't take any more and she jerked her arms and legs against the leather cuffs and straps that held her down in a frantic bid to escape. The man watched her expression with interest for a few moments then he let go of her hair and walked back to the other end of the table. "Switch it on again." "Certainly Headmaster." "Nnnhh..." The vibrations intensified and for maybe a minute Vanessa lasted until her second orgasm came. "Uuhh... uuhh..." "Enough: leave her like that. It's time." Vanessa lifted her head weakly as she heard the man speaking. The vibrations stopped. Then she heard the dull metal scrape of his trouser zip. The palms of his hands settled over her rump, easing the mounds of flesh apart. "The plug will make her feel nice and tight for you Headmaster." "Nnhh... uhh..." "Keep quiet little girl, it's time for the headmaster to conclude this punishment session." "Ngh! Nnhh... ugh..." Vanessa, her vision now blurred by tears, screwed her eyes shut as she felt the tip of his shaft slide down into the canyon of soft flesh her buttocks formed. She shook her head, begging him not to. "Nnngh... nnghhh!" Her body tensed as the tip of his shaft slid into her pussy. Because of the plug filling her anus the sensation of his cock inside her pussy was unbearable intense. Vanessa cried out through the gag as she felt herself being stretched to accommodate him. His hands stroked down her flanks and held her by the hips. She couldn't take his cock in her as well... it was too much... "Nnhh..." "Hush now." "Uhh..." Vanessa felt his shaft forcing its way into her young body until the hilt reached her buttocks and his swollen balls pressed against her soft flesh. The sensation of both her passages being filled was too much and she cried through the gag as she came again. She felt him draw back, her body convulsing at the sensation, then he pushed again, harder. "Nnnhh..." She grunted through the gag as he forced himself into her again. "Enjoying it, little girl?" "Nnhh..."

HOME ALONE: EVA'S EXPERIMENT BY JANUS Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality. Eva watched her parents' car disappear as it turned the corner. She stepped away from the window and drew the blinds, blocking out the sunlight. Her parents had just left on a weekend getaway to northern Minnesota, leaving her home alone for the next two days. It had taken some pleading because her parents were understandably reluctant about leaving their only child alone for a weekend. It didn't help that the house was in semi-rural suburb, isolated from the nearby neighbors' houses by thick foliage and tall trees. "Two whole days!" Eva thought to herself. She had just turned thirteen the previous week and managed to convince her parents that she was now old enough to be home by herself. And why not? Eva believed herself to be more mature and worldly than other kids her age. She got good grades and was well-liked by teachers and friends. She had no interest in drugs or alcohol. She did have her own special vices, however. Making sure the front door was locked, Eva went upstairs to her parents' bedroom. With practiced ease, she rummaged through a small drawer in her mother's jewelry case until she found the key. Opening the closet on her dad's side, Eva pulled out a large padlocked trunk. On its front, a faded label read "Pandora's Box", handwritten in a rather childish scrawl. Dragging the heavy trunk along the hardwood floor, she tugged it to the center of the room and unlocked it. She had done this dozen of times before. Whenever she knew both parents would work late or if they were running Saturday errands, Eva would make a beeline for their bedroom. Opening the trunk, she already knew what she would find: dirty magazines, erotic books, adult DVDs... The magazines, books, and movies were neatly lined up on the left while on the other side of the divider were the things Eva was interested in today. Before her were an array of vibrators, dildos, anal plugs, and vibrating eggs. The thirteen year old knew all their names and uses from reading the books and watching the videos. Eva picked up a dildo and studied it, turning it in her hand. She remembered her confusion when she first saw one, three years ago. She was ten years old and had been snooping through her parents bedroom. Her dad was away on a business trip and she could hear her mom mowing the lawn outside. She had her privacy. Eva had known about the trunk for a long time up to that point but it was always locked. She had found the key, which seemed out of place in her mother's jewelry box, weeks before but she didn't have a chance to open the trunk until that day. The ten year old Eva had been stunned by the strange things held in the trunk. Her fingers nervously shaking, the ten year old had quickly thumbed through a few magazines, her eyes bugging out at the naked people and the funny things they did to each other. A cursory look at the books revealed simply that they had no pictures. She quickly skimmed a few DVD titles, her curiosity overpoweringly demanding that she watch them. Knowing she had no time, Eva quickly moved on the remaining items in the trunk: the sex toys. Confused, she looked at the funny- shaped, plastic tubes and wondered what they were for. After that first time, she had opened the so-called Pandora's Box in her parents' closet several times. Thirteen year old Eva put down the dildo and rummaged through the pile of sex toys. She pulled from the trunk a long, rectangular black box with several knobs and switches on it. Her parents had recently acquired this new device about a month or two ago. They had thoughtfully left the instruction booklet in the box so Eva already knew what it was for but she hadn't had the chance yet to try it out. According to the instructions, the device was called the Oscillator. Eva had learned that one was supposed to plug a vibrator into the Oscillator which would then control the intensity and vibrating patterns of the toy, as well as turn it on and off at various intervals. The device had four ports and four separate control banks, meaning four different toys could be used at once, each programmed to deliver a diverse array of vibrations. When she first learned what the Oscillator was capable of, Eva's mind raced with possibilities. When her parents decided to let her stay home alone for a weekend, Eva knew it was the perfect time to experiment. Turning back to the trunk, Eva chose the toys she would use for today. She knew exactly what she wanted. The young girl set aside a thin vibrator, a large vibrating butt plug, and a clit tickler. In addition, she took a small cloth bag that contained some additional items. Casting her eyes about the trunk, she wondered if she wanted anything else. Her gaze settled on a pair of nipple tassels. She had tried them on several times before just for fun, although her breasts were nowhere near developed enough. Even so, why not wear them today too? She them aside as well. Eva was about to close the trunk and put it away when she realized there was no reason to do so. Her parents were gone and she had the whole house to herself. Why bother? Eva gathered up the toys and headed downstairs. The thirteen year old went to the three season porch that overlooked the back yard. The porch was screened in and enclosed on all sides by the thick growing trees that surrounded the house. In the autumn, the neighbors' houses were partially visible through the bare trees but in the summer the green leaves and foliage shielded the house completely, giving her much privacy. Setting down the toys in a chair on the porch, Eva headed for the bathroom. From a cabinet, she produced a hot water bottle and a tube. Rifling through a drawer she found the plug and attachments that transformed the hot water bottle into an enema device. Underneath the sink, Eva grabbed the jar of salt and measured a tablespoon into the hot water bottle. She then went to the tub and turned on the water, letting it run for a moment to get hot. Eva had been given her first enema several years ago when she was six or seven. Even then she remembered the awe and curiosity she felt when her mom hooked up the hot water bottle and let the water flow into her butt. She recalled the strange sensations as the water filled up inside her and then the sense of pleasure when she relieved herself on the toilet. Since then, Eva had asked her mom for enemas so frequently that her mom eventually taught her how to do it herself and even bought her a hot water bottle of her own. Testing the hot water with her wrist, Eva decided it was the right temperature. She filled up the hot water bottle until it was about three-quarters full. Expertly, she screwed the plug into the bottle, being careful to keep the rubber tube above it so the water would spill prematurely. Hanging the water bottle on the towel rack, she began to undress, pulling off her t-shirt and shorts. Although thirteen years old, Eva was still a developing young woman. Her breasts were, she thought, oddly shaped. At this point they were really nothing more than two perky buds on her chest, for her areolas and nipples grew together into a pointed cone shape. Her legs and arms, though long-limbed, were still very skinny and her hips were flat. She was, as her mother put it, at her awkward stage. She finished undressing and tossed her clothes into a pile on the floor. Now naked, Eva shivered in anticipation. She used a bit of K-Y jelly to lubricate the enema applicator tip. Getting down on her hands and knees on the bathroom rug, she positioned the greased applicator tip at the wrinkled entrance to her anus. Pressing gently, Eva felt the hard plastic slide inside her. Carefully clenching her sphincter to keep the applicator from slipping out, she reached for the flow starter/stopper device on the rubber tube. She turned it on. The hot water began to flow inside her in powerful stream. Eva took a deep breath of pleasure, relishing the sensation of the water gushing against her rectal wall. She loved using extra hot water for her enemas, for the heat only added to the pleasurable feelings. The water easily filled up her rectum and moved on, continuing up her colon. The young girl breathed deep again as she began to feel full, like she had to go poop. She felt her rectum protest, sending her brain signals that it was full of something that needed to be expelled. She ignored the message. Finally, she felt the water stop flowing. The hot water bottle gave a telltale gurgle, indicating that it was empty. Eva slowly removed the applicator, taking care to keep her muscles clenched to keep any water from accidentally squirting out. Standing up, she felt the water slosh around in her insides and her belly was now slightly distended from the water. Sitting down on the toilet, she took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. The water which had been straining against her body now flooded out of her in a steady stream. Eva savored the feeling of the hot water that almost felt like it was burning the muscular ring of her sphincter. Her previously full bowels now emptied of the water that had been straining her muscles. Eva sighed at the mixture of relief and pleasure. When the last of the water drained from her, Eva cleaned herself off and flushed the toilet. She wasn't finished with her enema fun yet, however. Taking the hot water bottle, Eva headed for the kitchen. From the freezer, she took a dozen ice cubes and added them to a pitcher of water. She jiggled the pitcher to swirl the water, clinking the ice cubes until a layer of condensation appeared on the container. When she was satisfied that the water was sufficiently cold, Eva poured the water into the water bottle. Returning to the bathroom, Eva returned the water bottle to its perch on the towel rack. Assuming the position again, she got on her hands and knees and inserted the enema applicator again, her puckered anal ring not needing any lubricant this time. Eva paused a moment before turning the stopper release that would let the water flow. Closing her eyes, the young girl released the stopper on the tube. The icy cold water rushed into her body. Whereas before the water was so hot it almost burned her, now the cold water surged into her with a freezing roar. Her muscles, previously relaxed by the hot water, now contracted at the relentlessly cold water. Eva gasped in pain. Her bowels were cramping from the ice water and she felt a powerful urge to expel the water. Eva pinched the tube shut with her fingers, stopping the water flow for a moment. Grimacing, she willed her body to relax. Bracing herself, she released the tube. The water gushed into her waiting rectum with force. Eva gasped again. She felt her leg muscles contract as well from the strain of holding her sphincter shut. The water had only flown for fifteen seconds before it became too much for the thirteen year old. Feeling like she was about to burst, Eva pinched off the tube and yanked the applicator from her. She frantically scrambled to her feet. Her sphincter protested, unable to hold shut, and she felt a trickle of cold water run down leg. Eva sat down quickly on the toilet and let her muscles relax. A wave of relief washed over her as her bowels were finally able to expel the cold water. Eva breathed evenly to calm herself as the water flowed from her in a steady stream. The cold water had been very painful but the experience was not altogether unpleasant. Eva enjoyed the frantic feeling it created in her, and then the release of tension when her bowels relaxed. For the second time, she cleaned herself off and flushed the toilet. Taking the tube of K-Y jelly, Eva returned to the three season porch where she had left her parents' toys. Her parents used the enclosed porch as a sort of greenhouse for numerous potted plants hung from the ceiling. Her dad had installed several wooden bars, originally intended for closet hangers, and row upon row of plants now dangled across the three season porch. At 5'2'', Eva was almost tall enough to reach one of the bars if she stood on her tiptoes. Standing on a chair though, she carefully removed several hanging plants until she cleared a few feet of a wooden bar. Nimbly jumping off the chair, she turned her attention to the items she had brought down from her parents' room. Butterflies twirled in her stomach as the nervous anticipation in her bubbled up. First she took the Oscillator and plugged it into a wall outlet. Next she lined up the vibrator, butt plug, and clit tickler. She found the corresponding cables and connected each toy to the ports on the Oscillator's front panel. Trembling with excitement again, Eva picked up the small cloth bag and emptied the contents onto the table. Out of the bag tumbled a pair of handcuffs, a ball gag, a blindfold, and a studded leather collar. This bondage starter kit had appeared in her parent's toy chest about a year ago and Eva had delighted herself in wearing the handcuffs and blindfold. But today, she had a much grander scheme that she had been inspired to try after reading an erotic story in one the adult magazines in the trunk. Eva hurried to the kitchen where she retrieved a small container from the freezer. The container held an ice cube which held the key to the handcuffs, frozen at its center. The night before, managed to sneak into her parents' bedroom and steal the spare handcuff key from the trunk. Then she attached a length of string to the key and froze the whole thing in an ice cube tray. Returning to the porch, she examined her handiwork. Through the translucent ice, she could see the key, frozen solid, and the string wrapping lazily around it. A loop of string jutted out, unfrozen, from one plane of the ice cube. It was perfect, Eva thought. Standing on a chair, she passed a rubber band through the free loop of string and attached the ice cube to the wooden bar. Excited now, Eva moved quickly to get ready. The studded leather collar snapped around her neck, although it was a but loose. The young girl then teased her pointy breasts with her fingers until her nipples became harder.. The nipple tassels attached using a suction principle. Once she put them on, there was a pleasant suckling sensation at the tips of her breasts. She felt a hint of moisture forming between her legs. She studied the area between her legs. Her pubic hair was just starting to grow, although it hadn't yet overtaken her entire crotch. Instead it spread outward from above the hood of her clitoris in a delicate and wispy v-shaped trail of hair strands. Meanwhile, the lips of her labia had matured. It was no longer a darkened valley on her crotch, no longer the simple but alluring slit of a very young girl but instead had developed into fleshy and plump folds of skin. Shivering, Eva reached for the clit tickler. This model was a small butterfly that had loops of elastic straps on either side. She adjusted the straps around her thighs and waist and then nestled the little butterfly against her crotch until it pressed snugly against her clit. A tingle ran up her spine. Whenever she played with her parents' toys, Eva always felt deliciously naughty. Moving on, she reached for the thin vibrator. Try as she might, Eva had experimented with all of her mom's vibrators but found she simply could not fit any of the big ones inside her. The thin one she held now was quite slender, about the size of a hot dog and just as long. She liberally applied the K-Y jelly and then parted her legs slightly. Her vaginal lips had developed enough so that she could pull herself open as one might open a crown of tightly enclosed rosebuds. Reaching down with one hand to separate the lips of her labia, she probed for a brief moment with the vibrator before finding the entrance to her vagina, which by now had grown distinctly wetter. With gentle pressure, Eva pressed until the vibrator began to enter her. She breathed a little heavier as more of the hard plastic slipped inside her, until nothing but the flared base remained outside her body. On the end of the base was the cord that connected the vibrator to the Oscillator. The adolescen! t girl took a moment to delight in the sensation of the foreign object inside her. Eva repeated the procedure with the butt plug. She rubbed the butt plug with the lubricant until it glistened with K-Y jelly. Parting her legs and bending over slightly this time, she rubbed the butt plug around her winking asshole, enjoying the slippery feeling of the lubricated butt plug against her anal opening. Feeling the tip of the butt plug press against her sphincter, she relaxed and pressed. The butt plug slipped inside her in one smooth stroke. She almost moaned in pleasure as she felt flared end of the plug open up her sphincter before her muscles closed up again and pressed against the base of the butt plug. Standing up straight now, the thirteen year old girl definitely felt very full. She flexed both her vaginal and anal muscles, delighting in the feel as they clenched down hard on the inserted toys. Almost forgetting, Eva reached into the cloth bag and pulled out a pair of leather chastity thong panties. Slipping them on, she adjusted the waist to ensure panties wouldn't slip off. They would guarantee that she would be unable to expel the vibrator and butt plug, accidentally or otherwise. Her knees were now wobbling in nervousness and anticipation. Turning to the Oscillator, Eva studied the control panel. The device had four banks of knobs and switches, one bank for each of the four ports, although each bank was identical in the controls offered. There were three knobs: Intensity, Variable Control, and Timer. Intensity offered three settings: high, medium, low, and variable, the last of which ceded the intensity setting to Variable Control. For its part, Variable Control had four settings: roller coaster, escalation, teaser, and random. Last of all, the timer knobs controlled how long the Oscillator would operate that particular port before stopping. Eva had read the instruction manual several times until she practically knew it by heart. Already knowing the settings she wanted, she ignored the Timer knob since she wanted the machine to run until she turned it off herself. Quickly manipulating the knobs, she set the butt plug and vibrator to teaser mode while the clit tickler was set to random. She then turned the machine on, knowing there was a one minute delay before the program would begin. There was no time to waste. Eva took the handcuffs and suspended them by the chain on the wooden bar above her so that an open handcuff lay on either side of the bar. She then grabbed the ball gag and opened her mouth wide. The rubber ball fit into her mouth with a little but of coaxing. She securely attached it with a strap that connected at the back of her neck. Eva felt some drool already forming in her mouth. The blindfold was next and that went on easily enough. Working in the dark now, Eva stood on her tiptoes and reached up until her fingers found the handcuffs dangling above her from the wooden bar. She slipped one wrist into a cuff and clicked it shut. Taking a deep breath, Eva hesitated a moment, teetering on her tiptoes. "This is it," she thought, slipping her other wrist into the handcuff. "Once I close this shut, there's no turning back." Throwing her caution to the wind, Eva closed the handcuff around her wrist. It clicked shut. It was done. Eva imagined what she must look like. If someone would have peeked inside the window of the three season porch, he would have seen an unusual sight indeed. Among the hanging plants was a young, thirteen year old girl suspended from the ceiling by a pair of handcuffs slung around a wooden bar. She was nearly naked. A studded leather collar adorned her neck, while a pair of nipple tassels looked almost comical on her perky, preteen breasts. Even more curiously, a blindfold was wrapped around her eyes and a ball gag muzzled her mouth. Her long brown hair hung freely to middle of her bare back, leading the eyes to the area below her waist. She wore black thong panties with two cables extending from the leg opening , the cords connected to a device on the floor. Pushing herself as tall as possible on her tiptoes, Eva extended her finger until she felt it brush against something cold. The ice cube, with the handcuff keys frozen inside, dangled just above her head. The ice cube would melt, probably in two hours or so, and would then suspend free by the string. If she had measured correctly, there would be enough slack in the string for her to reach the dangling key once the ice melted. Overthinking, Eva began to worry however. "What if the key slips from the wooden bar and falls down to my feet?" she wondered. Her parents would undoubtedly be shocked to find their thirteen year old daughter experimenting with self-bondage and using their very own sex toys. She tried to pull her arms down, wondering if it was possible to break the wooden bar if need be. "What if I can't unlock the handcuffs with the blindfold on?" Eva thought, panicking slightly. "What if the ice cube doesn't..." The young girl's thoughts were interrupted by the Oscillator turning on. The vibrator in her vagina came to life, buzzing with a gentle intensity. It tickled. Eva giggled at the sensation. She felt her vagina relax and get wetter as the vibrator gently massage her insides. Without warning, the intensity of the vibrator increased a notch. Eva gasped as the intruder inside her began vibrating more powerfully, sending tingles up her spine. Before she had time to adjust, the butt plug in her tight rectum switched on as well. Eva felt her legs go weak from the double stimulation. She sagged slightly, no longer able to stay on her tiptoes but the handcuffs caught her wrists, not letting her sink further. "Mmm, ohh God..." Eva mumbled though the ball gag as her stomach muscles clenched from the pleasure. She could feel the butt plug vibrate in and out of sync with the vibrator in her vagina, separated by a thin membrane of flesh. She had set the Oscillator to teaser mode for the vibrators meaning they would escalate in intensity, starting out slow and then building higher and higher. The thirteen year old moaned and let her head hang back limply as the vibrator in her vagina increased in temp again, sending stronger waves of pleasure through her young body. Eva felt a bead of sweat break out on her forehead. She was already getting close to coming. But just as her pleasure was about to reach another plateau, the vibrator in her pussy went dead. Eva groaned in frustration. The teaser mode also meant that the Oscillator would turn off the vibrations completely from time to time. The butt plug still vibrated inside her rectum however. Eva clenched her sphincter tight, enjoying the feeling of the massaging vibrations. Her arms were starting to ache from the strain of her weight. Eva tried to return to her tiptoes to relieve the pain but without warning again, the butt plug escalated its intensity to almost full power. "Mmmff! Oh, uh, uh..." Eva grunted as she squeezed her sphincter tight around the vibrating plug. The ball gag prevented her from making any intelligible sounds. Her legs were unable to support her and she slumped down again, supported only by the handcuffs. Her shoulders ached but she the pain barely registered. Especially when the clit tickler kicked in. "Oooohhhh, mmmmm..." Eva gasped. The tickler began to massage her throbbing clit. The pleasure was building in great waves inside her now. She opened her eyes, forgetting the blindfold. Faced with nothing but blackness before her, Eva felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. Handcuffed and blindfolded, she was completely at the mercy of the Oscillator. Simultaneously, the butt plug and clit tickler switched to maximum power. Eva's hips jerked uncontrollably. Her sphincter was now involuntarily gripping and releasing the butt plug. She was getting so close now... It was the vaginal vibrator that pushed her over the edge. She was almost ready to ascend to the last plateau when it turned on in "roller coaster" mode. The vibrations started out slow but escalated to a sweeping crescendo very quickly, hovering a moment before the vibrations weakened. But then the process started again, the vibrations rising sharply in her dripping wet vagina before fading away. And then starting again. And again. "Mmfph, ohhhh," a long guttural moan passed the thirteen year old's gagged mouth. Eva's arms went stiff, her elbows attempting to contract and lift her off her feet while her stomach muscles clenched in anticipation of the impending release. The butt plug vibrated in sympathy with the vaginal vibrator. Eva was riding the roller coaster vibrator in her vagina, letting it sweep her up and take her down, when she felt the vibrator take her to the peak of the hill and then shoot her even higher. The thirteen year old's orgasm crashed through her body with a pounding force. Her clit throbbed as the tickler ruthlessly massaged it, bringing more and more pleasure. Her vaginal and anal muscles gripped the vibrating beasts inside her, their vibrations echoing through her young body. Eva whimpered through the ball gag. Soon, however, she felt all three toys fade in intensity. The clit tickler turned off completely while the vibrators decreased to a medium-low intensity. As her orgasm subsided, Eva returned to earth and became aware of her body. She realized she was standing on her tiptoes again, her lithe preteen body curved forwards, pressing her crotch into the air. The orgasm had rushed through her with such force that all her body muscles had unwillingly contracted this way and that. The thirteen year old had masturbated many times before but she had never experienced an orgasm quite so intense. Eva was taking a deep breath trying to calm herself when both vibrators changed their pattern to roller coaster mode. Her hips jerked in surprise at the sudden stimulation. "Ohhhhh..." The vibrating objects inside her worked in tandem: the butt plug would escalate its intensity, reach its peak, and fade but just as it began to weaken, the vaginal vibrator would escalate. The two sensations would alternate, one rising while the other fell. A moan escaped Eva's lips. The two vibrators kneaded her preteen body, producing feelings she had never before experienced. The clit tickler turned on, at a low setting, but it that was too much for the thirteen year old. Her hips jerked backward and forward as her second orgasm rollicked her body. Eva began to grunt, deep animal sounds that she didn't know she was capable of. Her body swayed from side to side, suspended by the handcuffs around her wrists. "Mmf, mmm, uh, uh, mmmfg... ... uh..." Just as her orgasm started to subside, the clit tickler increased tempo, the intensity racing up at a stunning speed. Caught totally unaware, Eva swore unintelligibly as the tickler pusher her to the edge of coming again. Panting, she desperately willed herself not to come yet. But the vibrators raced up and down inside her, pushing her closer and closer. And her clit was being so deliciously massaged by the tickler that pulsed on and off, driving her crazy. She could feel the wetness from her vagina pool in the crotch of the leather panties. Some of it was even trickling down her leg. Eva felt her resolve slipping. A third orgasm slammed into her preteen body. The thirteen year old girl arched her back and threw her head backward. Closing her eyes, Eva saw stars as the vibrators and tickler worked their magic on her, bringing forth wave after wave of tingling warmth that rippled through her young body. Unable to contain herself, a high-pitched whine sounded from Eva's lips as she felt her legs go weak. For what seemed like an eternity, pure, sensual pleasure flowed from every inch of her. The orgasm gradually faded in intensity and Eva felt her senses return bit by bit. She felt extremely lightheaded. It took a moment to realize her legs had gone limp and she was hanging by her handcuffed wrists. Regaining her footing, Eva stood on her feet but the moment she did so, a shooting pain went through both wrists. Wincing, Eva tried to massage her handcuffed wrists. "Mmmph, oowwww," Eva mumbled through the ball gag. The clit tickler was still vibrating away except her clit was extremely sensitive now and the stimulation was almost painful. The more she focused on it, the worse it got. The vibrators too were becoming too much for her overstimulated body. Wiggling her hips, Eva tried in vain to shake the vibrators loose from her. But she had planned too well: the leather panties firmly held the vibrating intruders in place. The sensation was becoming unbearable. Eva wanted to scream, although the ball gag would have muffled any sound she could make and, moreover, a scream wouldn't have helped her anyway. Moaning from discomfort now, Eva tugged at the handcuffs, thinking perhaps she could break them or the wooden bar. It was useless. Reaching up with her fingers, she felt around for the dangling ice cube. After several tries, her fingers finally closed around it. It felt a little smaller but there was still a good hour at least before it would melt completely. Relentlessly, the vibrators and clit tickler pummeled at her. It felt as if her skin down there was completely raw. Whimpering again, Eva jerked her hips about in a futile attempt to dislodge the toys from her body. Suddenly the vibrator in her pussy stopped. Eva inhaled gratefully. The clit tickler also tapered off its intensity. She held her breath. It stopped completely as well, leaving only the vibrating plug in her butt. That one wasn't so bad. Eva was relishing the sensory deprivation when the butt plug finally stopped as well. The room was silent, no longer buzzing with the sound of the vibrating toys. Eva sighed. It was unlikely the Oscillator would remain off until the ice cube melted but she could at least regain her composure during this brief interlude. Eva turned her forehead against her arm to wipe away the sweat that had formed on her brow. Sighing again, she tried to relax her tired body. Eva had just closed her eyes behind the blindfold when a sound made her jerk her head up. It was the sound of footsteps. On the hardwood floor. Approaching her. Eva opened her eyes but all she could see was the black blindfold. A low and quiet voice spoke in her ear, "Hello there, pretty girl." ****** Eva's heart stopped. Her mind raced. Who could it be? She had locked all the doors before starting her experiment. The voice was definitely not a familiar one. She tried to speak, forgetting the ball gag in her mouth. All that came out were unintelligible sounds. "Relax, kid, relax," the voice spoke. "We thought this house was going to be empty. Didn't think there'd be anyone home." Eva stood still, feeling a nervous cold sweat form on her body. A drop trickled down her back. He had to be a burglar. Swallowing hard, she tugged at the handcuffs around her wrists. It was no use, of course. The chains and cuffs were far too sturdy to be broken. She heard his footsteps as along the wood floor of the porch. "This is a nice place you live in here," he said. "It's got a lot of nice stuff. Very fancy." The footsteps approached her, from behind. The voice was right in her ear again. "We watched your folks drive away this morning. We knew they were going somewhere, but we didn't know they were going to leave their innocent little girl behind." Suddenly his hands were on her shoulders. Eva flinched, but the hands continued on, the palms caressing her back, moving down until each one cupped her butt cheeks. She squirmed futilely. The hands squeezed her butt. "Or maybe not so innocent," the voice continued. The hands began to move on her body again. "What's this on your breasts? Decorations? Are you trying to be like early 90s Madonna or something?" The hands moved to her preteen breasts. She felt him pull the tassels off. The cool air felt nice against her chest. She felt her nipples involuntarily get hard. "Pretty," the man said. "Very pretty little chest you've got there, little lady." Eva recoiled again as she felt the stranger's fingers close on her firm nipples. She tried to protest through the ball gag as his fingers playfully teased and twisted the pointed nubbins on her chest. Despite her fear, she felt a rush of excitement from the stranger touching her. She had often fantasized about tying herself up and then being found by a stranger. But that was only a fantasy. Now it was really happening. Suddenly, a different voice spoke, a higher pitched, more nasally voice. "Hey man, what the hell is going on?" "Ben," the first man responded, "this is our lucky day." The other man, Ben, whistled. "Whoa, Andy. She was just tied up here when you got in? "Oh yeah, tied up and shivering and moaning. I think she was having a good time," Andy replied, his fingers still fondling Eva's chest. "I think we can help her have an even better time, you know?" Eva felt a an ice ball of anxiety form in her stomach. Truthfully, she had been enjoying the fingers on her breasts. She had never let anyone touch her there before. It made her feel warm inside. But now there were two burglars? Any physical pleasure she felt was replaced by a growing sense of apprehension. The thirteen year old was so worried that barely heard the next words of the burglars. One of the men (Ben?) spoke. "I'm going to take off her panties, man." Eva's head jerked up in alarm. She tried to squirm again but the man behind her held her tight. She felt him close his arms around her and hold her close, her bare back pressing against his clothed body. She whined again through the ball gag. "Come on kid, relax," Andy whispered into her ear. "You'll enjoy it. We promise." Helpless, Eva felt two hands slip inside the waistband of the leather panties. The hands tugged lightly and she felt the panties start to slip off her. The waistband of the panties slid easily over her flat hips. She felt the panties fall in a pile around her ankles. The man in front of her, Ben, whistled again. "Andy, you're not going to believe this," he said. "She's got a little toy attached to her clit." "Yeah, I figured," Andy replied behind Eva, his hands moving to massage her immature breasts again. "I checked around upstairs before I found her. In her parents' bedroom I found a big trunk full of toys and porn." Eva blushed, remembering she had left the trunk wide open in the middle of the room. "She must be having a little fun while her parents are away," Ben commented. "Isn't that right, you little slut? Have you been playing with your mom's sex toys?" Eva felt her blush deepen. They had figured her out so easily. She had violated her parents' privacy and now she was paying the price. Eva inwardly wished to be swept away from this situation. Please, please, God, she prayed, just get me out of here. But how? Even if the police were here, they would find her tied up and blindfolded, with vibrators inserted inside her. How would she explain that? And then the story would get in the paper. All her friends would know... Tears welled up beneath the blindfold. The burglar's hands continued to stroke her hard nipples but Eva was too distressed to feel them, let alone get any pleasure from his touch. "Let's see," the one in front of her said. "Maybe I can get this clit thing off her. See what she looks like underneath it." His hands tugged at the clit tickler. Eva stood still, resigned to her fate. She would have to get out of this herself, even if it meant succumbing to the desires of the burglars. She really had no choice. Ben finally managed to undo the straps holding the clit tickler. The elastic cords, lightly glued by sweat, peeled away from Eva's body. "Oh man," Ben exclaimed. "Andy, this is incredible. This girl can't be more than twelve or thirteen. Her cunt just looks so beautiful. Just the lightest touch of hair on her crotch. Oh man..." Eva felt humiliated by this stranger staring at her private parts. She felt his hands trace the thin outline of hair growing on her crotch. She tried to close her legs. "No way, kid," Ben said, pulling her legs apart again. He must have been kneeling because Eva felt his knees rest on her feet, keeping her legs spread. She stumbled a bit, catching herself by the handcuffs holding her arms high. Behind her, Andy spoke. "You really thought this out, didn't you little lady? Tying yourself up like this, playing with your mom's toys..." Between her legs, she felt Ben spread her vaginal lips. "Andy, she's got some wires or something coming out of her cunt. Man, I think there's something in there!" Eva flushed again, the blood turning her face a beet red. She felt his fingers probing her crotch. To her embarrassment, she was still quite wet and she knew her fluids were lubricating the burglar's fingers. She stood helpless as the burglar began to finger her crotch, spreading the wetness that emanated from her vagina. Behind her meanwhile, Andy let go of her. He kissed the back of her neck and began heading south, kissing her shoulders, then her lower back. Finally she felt his breath on her butt. His hands ran along the back of her thighs. "Let's see there," Andy said. "Man, you're right! And there's even another wire going up her butthole! This little slut was really getting herself off!" Eva hung her head in shame. The burglars tugged at the wires, in turn pulling at the vibrators inside her. Mortified, Eva relaxed her muscles to allow them to pull out the toys from her body. The anal vibrator came out easily, her sphincter relaxing its muscular ring and letting the intruder slip out. The vibrator in her vagina slid out easily as well, still slippery from all her fluids. Ben pulled slowly at it, making Eva shiver as the smooth jelly of the vibrator tickled her vaginal walls. Soon the vibrator was completely free of her body and it fell to the floor with a clatter. "Holy shit, Andy," Ben exclaimed, "you gotta see this, all her pussy juice is leaking out of her cunt. Oh man, this is one hot little bitch." It was true. Eva felt some drops of moisture seep from her feminine opening and run down her leg. The two burglars began to fondle her young body: behind her Andy rubbed his fingers along her puckered asshole while Ben explored her almost hairless crotch. She felt his fingers spread her lips apart. "Kid," he said, "You have got one pretty little clit. Damn. So swollen and pink, poking out of your hood. Mmmm..." He smacked his lips and Eva felt his breath between her legs. She gasped as something wet and squirming touched her clit. It must be his tongue, she thought. His saliva coated her clit as his tongue gave her a delicious massage. She felt him close his lips and suck. Eva moaned through the ball gag. "God damn, this is one hot little firecracker," Ben said, his mouth letting go of her clit. Eva's hips jerked in protest but his thumb began rubbing her clit in broad, firm strokes. Behind her, Andy stopped playing with her asshole. "I've got a little treat for our slut here," she heard him tell Ben. "Hand me that K-Y over there, will you?" Eva's hands clenched into fists again as Ben's thumb continued to massage her clit. Her apprehension had dissolved, replaced with a mounting pleasure that radiated from her crotch. Behind her, she felt Andy wrap his arms around her thin, preteen body. Shocked, she realized he had undressed for she could feel his hairy chest and bare skin against her back. His arms closed around her stomach and she felt her feet lift off the ground. Andy leaned back slightly, letting her back rest against his chest. Beneath her, Ben lifted her dangling legs and positioned them on his shoulders, so that she was essentially straddling him. She held her breath as she felt his hot breath approach her crotch again. Eva moaned gently as he planted a kiss on her clit. Then his tongue snaked out again and pressed insistently against her. Her sigh was muffled by the ball gag and she closed her thighs firmly around his head. His tongue was wonderfully wet and slippery, probing and tickling her in all the right places. Andy relaxed his grip on her midsection, letting more of her weight fall on Ben's shoulders. He let go of her with one arm, letting his hand wander back to her budding breasts. For Eva, the simulation was incredible. The clit tickler and nipple tassels did their job, but what was missing was the human element. Here she could feel Ben's breath between her legs as he paused briefly from licking her. She could feel Andy's warm body against her back. And then suddenly she felt something warm and firm pressing against her asshole. She moaned in bliss, realizing it was Andy's penis. He must have used the K-Y to lubricate his penis because it was all slippery and sliding against her hole. Using his free hand, Andy reached down to position his penis at the right angle. Eva gasped. She felt the tip of his penis slip inside her tight muscular ring. And then he slid the rest of his penis into her butthole. Eva whined in ecstasy as his warm member filled her rectum. It felt naughty and sexy to have a stranger's penis in her butt while another stranger licked her clit. Eva felt a rush of pleasure as her orgasm began to boil up inside her young body. Ben closed his lips on her clit, sucking as hard as he could. The thirteen year old felt herself be pushed over the edge. "Ohhh oohh mfpgod..." the gag muffled her words but Andy knew what the meaning was. Eva opened her eyes wide, seeing nothing but the black blindfold before her. She clenched her thighs tightly around Ben's head as the orgasm coursed through her body, making her sphincter muscles contract on the penis inside her. The thirteen year old lost sense of her body as her brain was overwhelmed with pleasure. Slowly, her orgasm ebbed away, and she relaxed her leg grip on Ben's head. Her body rested limply against Andy's chest, her arms dangling and held only by the handcuffs that still bound her. Ben got up from underneath her. "Jesus," he said. "She can come really hard for a kid." Andy's penis, still rock hard, twitched inside of her. "Let's get that gag off of her," he said. Eva felt hands tugging at the straps around her head. The ball gag was tugged from her aching mouth. Eva stretched her jaw, trying to relieve the throbbing pain. "Did you like that, kid?" Ben asked her. Eva paused, unsure of what to say now that she could speak. "Um, I don't know," she said in a small voice. Behind her, Andy spoke. "You ever do this before? Get eaten out and fucked up the ass?" "... No," Eva replied truthfully. "You're a virgin?" Eva hesitated again, suddenly embarrassed by this line of questioning. Here she was naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed while two strange men asked her questions about her sex life. "Yes." "Well, you're not a virgin in your asshole anymore," Andy told her. "And Ben here is going to take care of your other hole." Before Eva could grasp the meaning of the words, she felt a hard and blunt object pressing at her vagina. She started to protest but without warning, the penis at her crotch surged up into her vagina. The thirteen year old howled in pain at the sudden intrusion. "Owwwww! Oh God, take it out, take it out!" she pleaded. "It hurrrrts!" Ben penis was much bigger than any of the toys she had ever inserted into her vagina. Perhaps if he had gone slowly it would have been okay. But instead his crotch was now pressed against hers and she could feel the hair between his legs tickling her sparse pubic area. "Okay, kid," Ben told her. "I'll give you a minute to get used to the feeling. But that's all you get." Eva winced in pain. The burning sensation had stopped and was now replaced with a dull ache. She could feel clearly now the two penises inside her defenseless holes, both twitching at odd intervals. "Time's up," Andy said. "Are you ready, little lady?" Without waiting for a response, the two men began fucking Eva's vulnerable holes. She moaned in despair as the two penises began to pump in and out of her. Andy penis in her butt wasn't so bad because she had sufficiently stretched herself out with her mom's vibrators. But Ben's penis pistoning in and out of her was pure agony. "Ow, ow, oh God, stop, stop," Eva said as her young body was pummeled by the two men. "Christ, this little bitch is tight," Andy said. "Is she tight over there too, Ben?" Ben gasped in pleasure. "Oh yeah, man. This is one tight cunt gripping my cock. Hey, kid, how old are you anyway?" Eva, caught between the two thrusting men, could barely respond. "Uh, ow, ah uh ah, um thirteen.. oh..." she stuttered, trying to deal with the pain. The men sawed in and out of her helpless body with abandon. With each of their thrusts, Eva's young body was shoved back and forth between the two men. "And you've never been fucked before, huh?" "... No ..." "How do you like it so far?" "It hurts... stop, please..." Ben laughed at her. "We'll stop once we're ready to, bitch. But until then..." He moved his hips faster, fucking her hard. Andy mirrored his movements in her ass. Eva groaned as the men began to fuck her in synchronized strokes. Ben would pull out of her vagina just as Andy thrust hard into her ass. "Jesus," she heard Andy say. "I'm gonna come really hard in her ass. You want that little lady? You want me to shoot my come in your ass?" Eva felt him thrust one last time into her ass before leaving his penis buried in her rectum. She then felt his penis twitch inside her, his hot semen filling her anus. Andy moaned in her ear, lost in his orgasm. Ben couldn't contain himself either. Groaning, he pushed deep into her pussy until their crotches were connected. Again, Eva felt his penis pulse deep inside her and she felt the heat of his semen warming her vaginal walls. The thirteen year old was silent, her thin body sandwiched between the two sweaty men. She felt Andy's penis soften inside her. He pulled himself out completely, leaving her sphincter muscle gaping wide open for moment, stretched by the fucking it had just received. The cool air felt strange on her insides and Eva blushed as she felt his semen drip from her relaxed muscle ring. "Holy shit," Andy said. "That was the most incredible fuck ever. Little lady, you're better than some women I've known." Eva was embarrassed by his praise. She waited for Ben to pull his penis out of her. But unlike Andy, however, he remained rock hard inside her. "Hold on a minute Andy," he said. "I'm gonna give this little kid a good fucking, make her come hard." Eva was alarmed at this announcement. "No please," she begged, "I can't do that again. Please take it out of me, mister. Please?" Ben laughed at her again. "Look kid, I know that the first time is never that great. But I'm gonna give you the fucking you deserve. Trust me, you'll love it." Ben gripped the young girl, his hands supporting her butt. Eva winced at his penis still hard inside her. Ben changed his angle slightly until Eva could essentially straddling his erect penis, her legs wrapped around behind his back. Ben withdrew his hard cock slightly, making Eva whimper. "There, there," he consoled her. "Is it that bad? Come here now..." So saying, he kissed her neck. Still blindfolded, Eva was surprised by the affection. He began to nibble against her neck, making her feel delightfully warm inside. She gasped as his lips closed around her ear, biting her lobe. Slowly now, his penis began to gently move inside her. After the rough fucking she had just endured, Eva was taken aback by this gentleness and caring. Behind her, Andy's hands reached to her front to stroke her perky nipples. Eva moaned aloud at his touch. "Oh yeah, that's right, little girl," Ben said to her. "You like that don't you?" Eva sighed in approval. Ben's penis was slowly fucking her, not penetrating as deep as he had before. Moreover, from this angle her clit rubbed against his hard pole as it entered her vagina. She felt the familiar tingle rising in her spine from the attention. Ben was fucking her evenly now in shallow strokes, each one sending a tingle of ecstasy against her clit. His mouth suddenly closed on hers and the thirteen year old felt his tongue probe inside her mouth as he kissed her deep. The desire building inside her, she kissed him back, her own tongue dueling with his. She broke off the kiss with a gasp, coming up for air. Her breathing was quite irregular now and a gasp coincided with each of his strokes. "Uh, uh, uh, oh God..." the thirteen year old whimpered as the Ben's cock moved in and out of her. "Do you like that?" Ben asked her, already knowing the answer. "Yes..." "Do you want me to fuck you harder?" "Yesss..." "Then say so." Eva moaned. "Please... fuck me harder..." She gasped as Ben buried his cock in her. It had hurt before but now she relished the full feeling in her vagina. She realized her fantasies had come true. She had tied herself up and then suddenly some stranger found her, naked and vulnerable. He raped her, a painful experience at first, but now she was enjoying his cock in her pussy. Enjoying the sensation of being helpless and at his mercy. "Oh God..." Eva said, "I love your cock inside me. Fuck me, fuck me..." Ben was all too grateful to oblige. He quickened his pace, fucking the young girl harder. "Oh, oh yeah, you're going to make me come. Oh please, I want to feel your cock shoot come into me." The dirty talk from the thirteen year old girl was too much for Ben. Eva heard him grunt loudly and swear as his cock pulsated inside her pussy. He was coming inside her. The thought pushed Eva over the edge. Her pussy milked Ben's cock of its cum as her orgasm rippled through her body. Gasping, her pussy squeezed down tight on the hard cock buried inside her. Eva tried to wrap her arms around Ben, but her movement was cut short by the handcuffs that bound her to the ceiling. "Uh, oh, oh..." Eva panted as her orgasm finally faded. Ben's cock was still inside her although she could feel it getting softer. He pulled out of her completely, letting a stream of come and pussy juice flow from her spent vagina. Eva stood worn out and exhausted, no longer supported by either of the burglars. She could feel her knees shaking from fatigue. Her arms dangled weakly from the handcuffs. One of the burglars, Andy, spoke. "Well little lady, looks like we're done here. As a favor to you, we decided not to steal anything." "Yeah," Ben chimed in, "consider it your reward for being such a great fuck. "We're leaving now," Andy continued, "and we won't take anything but it'll be up to you to explain the broken living room window to your parents. Also, since you're the one that tied yourself up, we'll assume you have a way to get out." She heard Andy's footsteps approach her. Fingers tweaked her breasts. "I just love those little girl breasts," he mumbled to himself. She heard him walk away. Ben approached her next. He kissed her on the lips, just a quick peck. "Bye bye, kid," he said. "I wish I could leave my phone number or something but, you know..." His hand reached down to her crotch and Eva gasped faintly as his finger probed inside her pussy for a moment. Ben withdrew his hand and she felt his finger pressing against her mouth. Opening her lips, she let his digit slide into her mouth, tasting herself and a different taste. It must be the salty and mineral-like flavor of his semen, she supposed. Ben pulled his finger from her sucking mouth. "Goddamn, is she hot," he said to himself as he walked from the room. Eva listened until she could hear his footsteps no more. Were they serious about leaving? And not stealing anything? Eva spent a few minutes reflecting on what had just happened to her. When she woke up this morning, she knew she was going to have lots of fun with her parents' toys but she never imagined she would lose her virginity. Reaching up, Eva felt for the key. By now, the ice cube should have melted so that the key would be dangling free for her to grab. Blindly, she waved her arms, searching for it. Had it fallen? Did the burglars take it? She was about to start panicking when her hands finally closed around the cool metal of the key. The young girl breathed relief. With a bit more puttering, she was able to fit the key into the cuff and free one hand. At that point it was easy to undo her other wrist. Gratefully, she let arms fall to her sides, massaging her sore muscles. Then she pulled the blindfold off her eyes. Eva squinted as the late morning light temporarily blinded her again. She sat down in a heap on the porch floor. Slowly the white spots faded from her vision and she was able to see clearly. Examining her crotch, Eva realized Ben's semen was still leaking from her pussy. With a tired smile, she wiped a bit of it from between her legs and tasted it again. Her bondage experiment didn't quite go the way she planned but it turned out to be great fun after all.

HUNTING BY STRICTNRUFF It took a special strategy for him to find what he was looking for. That special mix of love and hatred, attraction and anger, sadism and masochism that somehow runs like a golden thread through the lives of certain women. Divorced women, abandoned women. The kind of women who are, or better said were, totally obsessed by their love for one man. So much obsessed that they'd follow their partner blindly, never questioning, never doubting. Willing to bear His child, seeing Him in their newborn baby's eyes, adoring the baby as it was an intregal part of His love for her. And then, inevitably, came the day that he didn't come home. Or he came home and made a big fight, telling her that he was fed up with her, or even that he never really loved her, how could she ever have thought... Following that scene there was desperation, and then hatred, pure hatred. Hatred turned towards herself, how she had been so blind, but much more towards him whom she trusted, who so suddenly dumped her for someone much prettier, someone free, without having to be a nagging housewife, without being responsibel for that damn kid who keeps on whining. Jealousy, if only she hadn't gotten pregnant perhaps he'd still find her attractive. Anger to be home alone with a nagging kid. And more than that, a kid whose face looked just like him who abandoned her. That hateful face that she once loved. Anger towards him turned into anger towards her daughter, no, his daughter. He meant nothing to her anymore, and neither did his damn kid. Why the hell didn't he take her with him when he left? Every time she looked at her she saw his face. And she saw the hatred of his face that he showed before leaving her. Hatred for her being an obstacle on the road to his new true love. And yes, that hatred also was present in the face of his damn kid. She'd said it, more than once. "Daddy wouldn't have left us if you'd been nicer to him, it's all your fault he left". The first time she heard those words out of the mouth of their daughter, of his daughter, she cringed, wondering if there was some truth in those words. Later she didn't care, truth or not, it was clear that she couldn't get him back no matter what. And he sure didn't care to see his kid back either. She was stuck with her, there was no way out. Trapped. Trapped to stay home, trapped for not being able to find someone new. What man would care to start a relationship with her finding an 11 year old brat in her home as evidence of her previous life? Sure, she didn't look like a teenage virgin anymore, but that's a long stretch from where she was now... Stuck with a damn kid who should be taught a lesson or two. Who should learn that mothers are nice and fathers are bastards. Why the hell did that damn brat think the opposite? Why had her dad been so nice to her before he left making it even worse for her to accept his departure? Such type of a mother is what Tim was looking for. Normally mothers tend to be overly protective of their kids, but not in situations like these. Situations when they hated their kids for their insolence, for their blaiming her for the loss of their "holy dad" and for their faces who are a painful reminder of her loss. Desparate Housewives, Desparate Abandoned Housewives, there are lots of them if you cared to look closer. Surely, none of them would tell you straight in your face how they hated their kids. But it's a matter of observation in simple places like a supermarket. Look at their reaction when their little daughters ask for some breakfast cereal or a candy bar. Or better still, look with longing eyes for such things but haven't the courage to ask. Mothers, always in a hurry, never saying a kind word to anyone, looking tired and frustrated. That's exactly how he found her, Linda. A 29 year old teacher, tired of being nagged at both at home and at her work. Voices of kids that even terrorized her at night in living color nightmares. Why did she ever decide to become a teacher? She was jealous of her collegues in other states where paddling was still allowed. The only thing she could do was making some biting remarks but most of the time she got a smartass answer in return. Sending them out of the classroom was no option after the principal indicated clearly that such things weigh heavily when decisions on new contracts were made. She hated her work so much that she'd been dreaming of just getting out, taking the next bus out to California, starting a new life on her own. But she knew that that wouldn't work, they'd come after her for having abandoned "her" little girl. That little girl who made life at home as much as a hell as it was at school. No, she wasn't really that disobedient but those eyes, those damn eyes, His eyes, watching her, observing her, hating her for having "forced her daddy out". She told her a million times that it was him who walked out on her but Heather's silent eyes told her that she didn't believe a word of what she said. There were days that she felt almost able to strangle her, but most of the time she wanted her to suffer just as much as she did, or perhaps a bit more. Why hadn't her daddy disciplined her as so many daddies do? Perhaps then she'd be glad that he left instead of blaiming her for it. In WallMart he'd met them, first accidentally in the store, later he'd made sure to be right behind them in the check out line. Not that tings were easy: more than once such an unhappy housewife turned out to be unhappily married. Or she'd reply to his avances in the same irritated way that she responded to her daughter's presence. But this time he was lucky: while pressing his shopping cart into the back of the little daughter she briskly turned around and while doing so she wiped some smaller items on the floor. While her mother turned around angrily, he pulled his cart back and picked the stuff up and placed it back. Of course her mother hadn't known that he caused the mishap, and while apoligizing and thanking him she looked angrily at her daughter who didn't dare to reply. That was his chance to show sympathy for Linda's plight saying that it sure was hard to keep a girl that age in line, and how surely things were easier for her when her husband came along at such occasions? "Dont talk of him: the bastard left me stuck with her" was her brief reply. After showing her a grimace of sympathy he remained silent, not wanting to attract any more attention from the people around them. When they left he quicly paid the package of paper napkins he'd bought and dashed right after them. "Could I offer you some dinner tonight?" he asked. Linda seemd to think a bit. "I don't even know your name" she said. "I'm sorry, how rude of me, my name is Tim. How about it?" "What are you planning to cook?" she asked. "Well, ehm, to be honest, the only thing I can cook is a phone to get some pizzas ordered" he said. "Well, that's why the napkins", she smiled and said that he'd better come to their house for a meal. "Let's say at eight". She gave him the address and they left. That evening he came, fancily dressed and with a large bouquet of roses to their house at Coven Avenue. Heather opened the door for him, and he sure liked what he saw. Instead of the thick winter coat and jeans that she'd been wearing in the store, she now was clad in a simple cotton nightie, apparently ready for bed. He formally shook her hand rather wildly, and while doing so observed that there was enough movement in the chest area to indicate that she was a girl in possession of little titties that seemed to wobble along with the movement of her right arm. But for the time being it seemed best to ignore her, focusing on her mom Linda only. She had cooked a wonderful dinner, and the whole house smelled wonderful. So it wasn't hard to make some honest compliments while offering her the bundle of flowers. She accepted them gracefully and treated him as if he were a long lost friend. During dinner she repeatedly and eagerly replied to his questions and remarks on the hardships of single parenthood. "You're so right", she said, "there are times that that little bitch is driving me nuts. It ain't easy to keep kids like her in line these days!" He looked at Heather. She looked straight down at her dish, and only the redness of her face and her front teeth biting her lower lip betrayed how she felt at her mother's humiliating words. He rarely saw a girl look more vulnerable, frightened and therefore innocently sexy. He felt a hardon growing and decided to first pay more attention to Linda. It seemed all too easy, but he knew from experience that he'd need to wait if he didn't want to loose all. So he merely confirmed the things she said, confirmning that if one wants a child to behave properly the issues of discipline should never be taken lightly. "That's not easy for a single mother", she said with a cunning smile. It was evident that they had found one another. "Please don't hesitate to call on me, anytime I can be of help I will" he said. Ignoring the her frightened eyes he openly looked at the little girl in her cotton nighty, sitting right in front of him. Two little points seemed to press against the white material, it wasn't very warm in the room and he wondered if her little nipples stood out from the cold or from fear. She saw him look, and so did her mother. A faint but trumphant smile on her face betrayed how she enjoyed this tiny bit of little girl humiliation. She just knew that this was only the beginning. She'd make sure of that! After they finished dessert she ordered the little girl to clear the table. He enjoyed looking at her bouncing little titties while she walked back and forth between the table and the dishwashing machine. He tried to see panty lines under the cotton of her nighty but the material was too stiff and too loose to be sure. And even though the nighty was quite short, she always bent down in such a way that he merely saw her in profile, always keeping her panty area covered. Her mother noticed and frowned. In vain. But then it happened: in her nervousness she hadn't noticed the knife between two dishes, and it fell with a loud noice to the ground, soiling it with some of the mashed potatoes that were stuck to it. In panic the little girl stooped down and in a flash he saw some very bare thigh, very high up almost reaching her buttocks. Linda cursed at her and it was clear that the little girl wouldn't be finished with merely mopping up the potato-morsels. After she was finished she closed the machine and fearfully waited for the things to come. Linda decided not to rush into things. Sure, she could have ordered her little girl to strip naked for an embarassing spanking of sorts but then there was nothing left to look forward to. But she was eager to make a start. So she called the girl to stand next to her chair, between her and Tim, and then bent her across her lap. As a consequence the nighty rode up, first displaying her upper thighs and then the lower part of her buttocks. She wasn't wearing panties as far as he could see. Or it might be a string! He didn't get a chance to find out as her mother gave her some intentionally half hearted spanks and then released her. Red faced for shame she immediately bolted up, covering her buttocks by pulling down her nighty in back. "Time to bring the little girl to bed" said Linda, inviting Tim to come along. She sent Heather first up the stairs and pushed Tim right behind her so he would have a good look up her nighty while she walked up. She had tried to refuse by letting Tim go first but of course both adults ordered her to go first. He looked at her only slightly reddened bottom as they walked up. "That will be the last time she'll get off so lightly" he wishfully thought, not yet fully realizing that that's exactly the reaction that Linda had hoped for. ****** Shortly after they put Heather to bed Tim left. Linda told him that she had to do a lot of correction work for school. Before he left however she repeated how pleased she was at the prospect of him helping to control her little daughter. She said to be sure that he knew exactly what that little insolent creature of hers needed. There was no doubt left: Linda really got exited at the thought of him roughing her little daughter up a bit. It was up to him to find out where her limits where, and if he could stretch those limits to get to where he wanted. He had been in similar situations before, and he knew that he needed to proceed with caution as long as he should avoid at all cost that Linda would be shocked at the severity of his disciplinary measures. He had been accused of being a sadist more than once, and that inevitably meant the end of his practices. Nevertheless, his mind was free, and while driving home he almost wet his pants thinking how he could get his hands on that helpless little girl, doing things like exposing, slapping, pinching and bruising her little titties with all the power he had in his fingers, and doing the works on her tiny little pussy, spanking her full force with his hands or belt. The question merely was if Linda would go along with all he did, or if het had to think of ways to become her regular babysitter. But that was still a long way off, and perhaps that's better so. If he knew for sure he could do all he wanted, she'd miss out on the many delicacies of humiliation, fear and embarassment that he had in store for her. Step buy step, embarassing her each time a little more, making her go through hell, exposing her bit by bit, first only to him, and then later to the world. Being a mere toy in his hands, helpless, powerless, desparately afraid of what might come next. The next day he waited anxiously for Linda to phone him. He'd never call her after the first date, wanting her to know and acknowledge that it's him she needed. And he didn't need to wait long; right after school hours the phone rang. He knew it was her, and a big smile came to his face when Linda told him that she wanted to talk about Heather. If he'd like to come over again for dinner? She'd make it real special. The same time as last night he rang the doorbell. And again Heather was opening the door, this time hiding right behind it. It didn't take him long to understand why. In spite of the wintry weather and the relatively low temperature in the house, the little girl was only dressed in a virtually transparent gauze little nightgown and matching string panties. The little triangle in front hid what he wanted to see most, but after forcing her to walk in front of him he sure enjoyed seeing her bare buttocks and back through the nighty. Small, tight, rubbery little buns, just made for the stuff he'd want to dish out. Just looking at her perfect near-naked backside made him almost cum in his pants. He was eager like hell to get to the table so he could see her frontside too. Her perky little titties, helplessly exposed to his eyes once she had to start eating using her fork and knife. How big would they really be? And what about her nipples? Big or small, proudly sticking out or wrinkled up like those of an undeveloped little girl? How would she react to his gazing at her? After hugging Linda and kissing her he turned back at her. She was sitting down indeed, but behind her crossed arms he also noted some white material. The sheer little nighty appeard to be not so sheer in front, and covered most of her little chest with a solid white cloth. So it was only her back that got exposed this time. Linda had been observing im from the moment he came in. She too didn't really know how far she could go. So many men seemed to be real disciplinarians but when thetime came they didn't only shy away but sometimes even accused her of child abuse and threatened to report her. This was only a test, and it was clear that Tim had passed! His greedyness, followed by his obvious disappointment, it said all. Dinner went by rather uneventfull, they spoke of nothing important, and when he made some reference to last night's conversation she gestured that they'd talk later, alone. He was looking foreward to the Hend of dinner, assuming that just like last night Heather would have to clear the table. An indeed that's how it happened, the girl seemed to want to say "do I really have to?" but one look at her mother's face convinced her that that would be the wrong thing to say. So with a blushing red face she stood op, avoiding his eyes and trying to be as efficient as possible carrying the dishes to the dishwasher, well knowing how this strange man was watching her near-nudity while she walked away from the table. When she got back to the table he even detected some tears in her eyes. She clearly hated being so horribly exposed. "Tim, believe me, there's no better way to remind her how close she is to her next spanking", her mother added to her humiliation. Tim agreed, of course, and they agreed to talk more when Heather was in bed. The mere thought of how her mother would be talking to a perfect stranger about disciplining her near-naked body was something that gave Heather gooseflesh. But the knowledge that they'd discuss it when she was upstairs made her outright panicky. What was her mother up to? What did she want this awful man to do to her? If only she knew where her real daddy was, she'd run off immediately. But she didn't know, and to be honest, even though she loved her daddy she had come to accept that her mother was right: he didn't only abandon mer mom but also his little daughter. She was lost, helpless, in the claws of a mother who hated her and this strange man who seemed to love talking about discipline and seeing her partly undressed, drinking in her humiliation with his eyes. What would be next? Could she do something to make them split up? What were they going to do to her? ****** Heather had been put to bed as quickly as possible. It was clear that Linda intended to spend the better part of the evening talking with him. Tim, in turn, had remained passive for two nights in a row, and he was anxious to see how the discussion would develop. He knew that in terms of spanking she'd welcome his participation. And of course he didn't fail to notice that she likeiond to humiliate the kid by exposing her nearly naked backside to him. Needless to say that he felt free to talk a lot more openly with Linda now. So when they sat down he started a bit bluntly: "What a nice little butt your daughter has. She sure hated to show me, though. Has she been wearing thongs for a long time?" She started to grin at his question. "I knew you'd appreciate the gesture. No, she hasn't worn them at all until you came into our lives. I bought one a few weeks ago, but it appeared to be too little for me. So after inviting you yesterday I told Heather to wear them. She hated it, and thought up all kinds of excuses to refuse but I didn't budge. In fact I told her that if she wouldn't put them on I'd strip her stark naked before your very eyes. Only then she gave in." "Too bad", Tim said with a naughty smile. "Dont't worry, your time will come. Perhaps even sooner than you expect. I want the little brat to know the power of a real man like you. I want you to dominate her, humiliate her, punish her beyond anything she could ever imagine. Will you be a hard teacher to her?" "You mean that you really want me to rough her up a little when she needs it?" he asked. She grinned. "Forget 'a little', I want you to lay it on her as hard as you can. And as refined as I'm sure you know how. Did you see her embarassment when you could see her naked little ass? I'm sure you know of more and better ways to get her attention." "You bet I do. Do I get your full permission no matter what I do?" She thought a moment, and said "well, let's say anything that doesn't leave permament scars or that would attract the attention of Child Protection folks. Is that good enough?" "Fair deal, but of course there will be times that you'd better call her in sick rather than sending her to school with bruises." Again she considered. "Only if you'd take care of her. I can't afford missing out on teaching days just staying at home for the little brat. Can you stay with her when I'm off to work?" That was music to his eyes. The very thing he'd been hoping for. "Sure I can, don't you worry about a thing. If you like I could even start a home schooling program for her so she wouldn't need to go to school at all anymore!" Her eyes lightened up, such a generous offer she had't expected. But she needed to think out the consequences. After all she only knew him for a couple of days. What if they didn't get along? She decided to be very blunt. Offering him another drink she stayed right next to his chair, fumbling a bit to embrace him after he'd finished his glass. He responded immediately. "Let's go to bed" she said, a bit nervously, worrying that he might not be interested. But he was, and together they went up to her bedroom. After a long period of celibacy she sure loved making love to him, but when he was getting a little rougher she wispered something in his ear. He nodded, showing an understading face. "You better save that for my little one" she had said. He wondered, if she only meant the slapping or also the sex. But it seemed better to wait a bit on that subject. Perhaps it sounds crazy, but to discipline a little girl was a helluva lot more exiting to him than actually putting his dick into her. ****** The next morning they got up together. He wasn't really used to sleeping with a partner anymore. He didn't know if her tossing and turning had kept kept him from sleeping more deeply, or if it were his feverish dreams about the things that lay ahead of him. So very early in the morning he made enough noise for Linda to wake up too. At first grumpy, she asked him why he was up so early, but then she accepted and liked the fact that they had some precious time together before the dag began. After telling each other what they'd be doing that day, Tim decided to be a little more blunt. "How do you think we'd start best teaching Heather some manners? Do you have any suggestions or would you rather that I'd come up with a plan?" After some thinking Linda suggested that they'd go to Heather's room, and "help her wash and get dressed" into her school uniform. Tim liked the idea at first but then realized that it would destroy her sense of modesty all at once. He knew from experience that most little girls would adapt rapidly to being seen nude by a father figure even if they at first were forced to be. He liked the slow sequence of ever increasing incidences of humiliation. At first a little gir felt deadly ashamed for him having seen her panties under her short skirt. Then a couple of missing buttons of her blouse, later perhaps a wide sleeveless T-shirt that showed her budding titties once she was forced to bend over, and so on. In fact he felt it had been a mistake that he had seen her near-naked backside last night. Even that was a little too fast to his taste, but he was sure there was much, much more to enjoy. Humiliation is like a good expensive wine, it should be sipped , not gulped down, bit by bit for fullest enjoyment. It was of greatest importance to make the right start. Linda suggested that he'd come to their place at four that afternoon. She'd make sure that something would come up for him to start his first careful discipline session. At his request she agreed to leave the place for some shopping before he would start. In turn he promised her that he'd not doo anything drastic at all, and even nothing so exciting that she'd have wanted to witness his firs discipline session. It was more a matter of a first breaking of the ice, letting little Heather understand that he now had some power over her without her being able to grasp the full meaning of that. All day long Tim had been thinking of that first beautiful moment that was about to take place that afternoon. In fact he already was near the house, and when he saw Linda and her daughter turn the corner he saw in Linda's face how plesed she was to see him. Heather seemed somewhat depressed, and only when they walked into the house he found out why. "I've had a word with Linda's teacher today, and he told me that she's not beingattentive enough at school. Her grades for math and science have been falling and he told me that it's just a matter of lazyness and ill will: she's smart enough to be an A-student but she's just too damn lazy. Her teacher told me that I'd have to be a lot stricter with her if she is to remain at that school at all. Behind Heather's back she winked an eye at him, very satisfied about her own very convincing performance. "It's time for some serious changes in this little lady's behavior". Heather wanted to slip up to her room to change out of her school clothes but Tim called her back. Surprised that he'd order her to come back she initially seemed to refuse. "Who do you think you are, I don't have to listen to you!" Immediately she seemed shocked at her own boldness, and fearfully she looked down. Those thoughtlessly uttered words seemed to Linda a perfect reason for some good harsh discipline. She grabbed her little daughter by her arm and wanted to unbutton her school uniform. But Tim stopped her. " Why..." He interrupted her immediately. He seemed to pretend to help the little girl by saying: "Linda, why don't you let me handle this. You're too tired and too upset." "But she needs a good hard spanking, don't you see that? I want her to strip butt naked, right here in front of you, and then I want you to whip the hell out of her. That should teach her a lesson." "No Linda, that's no good, spanking a little girl in anger. Calm down please and let me solve this problem for you, at least for now." But he too, behind the little girl's back, winked an eye of understanding at Linda. Linda pretended to leave the house unwillingly. "You bettere do it right, I'll check her arse when I get back and if you didn't give her the whipping she deserves I'll give her double" she said. On her way out she made him promise to not allow little Heather to manipulate him. "If he were as soft on her as she had been all these years she would be ruined for life". With more soothinh words he accompanied her to the door, and after a deep kiss he whispered to her not to come back within the hour. He waved her out until the car bent into Main street, and then he went back in. Heather hadn't moved an inch since her mother had yelled at her. With eyes full of fear she looked at him. "Please don't hurt me" she whispered, almost without a sound. "That's a little too late young lady, he said sternly. You've seen how angry you've made your poor mother. If it were up to her you'd be standing here stark naked before me, getting your ass whipped harder than you've ever felt before". Anxiously the girl looked at him, not knowing what to expect. "Well, let's get the show on the road little one, get right over to me" Tim said while taking place on a straight backed chair. While adopting this very business style language, the slight tremble in his voice betrayed his exitement. He didn't only get down on this chair to start the OTK spanking, but also in an attempt to hide his exitement. Heather looked at him with her big Bambi eyes, and did then just what Bambi would do: she turned around and dashed upstairs to her bedroom. It all happened so quick that Tim hadn't had the time to react. But only a slpt second later he realized how lucky he was. What if the little bitch had ran out on the street instead of upstairs? But her scooting off gave him even more reason to not be too easy on her. Almost whistling for joy he went upstairs to her little bedroom. He knew she didn't have a key in her door so the best she could do was to push against it. And she surely was no match. But as he tried to open her bedroom door it went without any problem. Heather stood in the farthest corner of her room, silently as if she had accepted what was to come. He sat down on her bed and told her she'd better come. If not he'd wait until her mother was home and she knew that then she'd get it a LOT worse... She seemed to realize that too, so with tears in her eyes she shuffled towards him. He knew that he'd have to restrain himself if this were going to be the first of many installments of deepest humiliation. "You know what your mother has said, if it were up to her you'd be standing here stark naked so you better appreciate my helping you! You better appreciate my kindness, kiddo! Now get over here at once, please, so we can finally get this over with." ****** She came up to him, and he asked her to first hang her blazer over the chair at her desk so she'd be in just her school uniform dress. She also had to remove her socks and shoes. No use having her kick him with those damn saddle shoes that all school girls seemed to wear through the ages. Once he had been kicked right in the head by a struggling girl across his lap and he had vowed to never ever let that happen again. The dress seemed to have been made for a somewhat chubbyer girl because it was relatively short but hung around her very loosely. The blazer had been the reason why this wasn't very obvious under normal circumstances. For a moment he considered letting her lift the dress for him while standing in fron of him but he decided against it. This was the time to show her who's boss for the first time, and you best do that while handling her rather that requesting her to do things. So he took her bij her left arm and pulled her to his right. For a moment he folded his arm around her middle while starting his lecture about the need to be thrifty at school and to respect her mom, but almost immediately his hand descended to the back of her legs and then up until it rested under her dress, right upon her panty-clad ass. She almost jumped up in the air after feeling his hand up her dress, and wanted to tear herself loose from him. "Ah, he said with a wicked smile, so you would rather wait until your mom gets home?" She hesitated a moment and then stepped closer to him again. "Please", she muttered, looking down at the ground. "Please don't..." "What do you mean by please don't? Do you think I can give you a spanking without touching your butt? What in heaven's name are you thinking, girl? This is the very last time I'll let you get away with this. The next problem you give I'll stop and wait until our mom is here indeed. And then we'll do it her way. Do you like that better?" "No please, do it now", she pleaded. That's exactly how he wanted it, a little girl asking him to be spanked. Again he pulled her with her front to his knees while grabbing her firmly quenched bottom cheeks in his right hand. "I guess we better make a start then. You bent foreward across my knees slowly now", he said. And while pushing her foreward with his right hand his left went to the front of her dress, pulling it up so she'd end up with just her underwear between his slacks and her body. While doing this his left had had moved to above the waistband of her panties. He had hoped to find bare skin but as it turned out she wore a very thin undershirt that appeared to match her equally thin white panties. He hoped that she didn't feel the bulge in his pants that seemed to fill the space in the arch of her groin caused by the fact that her ass was sticking out in the air, somewhat away from his lap. He grinned and knew that that was going to change quickly. I should be using my belt on your bare bottom so you better be very, very happy that 'm letting you off so easily for this first time, he mumbled while raising his right hand up high. Then, full force, his hand descended on her thin panties, making her bottom near explode. She shrieked, and when he slapped her two more times in rapid succession she tried to get off his lap. That was what he calculated, and he used the opportunity to grasp her upper body more firmly with his left hand, sliding first under her body completelt and then up until he cupped the little breast farthest from him. He knew she wasn't allowed to wear any kind of bra so he wasn't surprised when his fingers dug into the rubbery soft tissue of Her little breast. His touching her caused a panic reaction, but he moved her attention away from her titties by whacking her ass full force with his right hand while at the same time pinching her little girl titty with a vice like grip so she wouldn't know any longer what hurt worse, her ass or her right little breast. It seemed a pity that he couldn't really strip her to see and feel those exiting little titties but between feeling and seeing was a long humiliating journey he wouldn't forego on. She clearly panicked, never having felt a man's hand on her new and very delicate little titties. And now she didn't only feel his hand, he was torturing her right where she felt most sensitive. More than any other place even without anyone touching her she'd felt a lot of pain there this last year or so. Now she was being tortured right there, of all places! She cringed out of pain and embarassment. "You're hurting my breast" the little girl yelled, as if she was informing him of something he didn't already know. "Well, that's all your fault, isn't it? If you lay still I won't have to force you to stay in place" he retortet. "I'll lay still, I will, please stop hurting me there!" she exclaimed. "OK, let's see you keep that promise." With those words he let go of her sore little nipple, lingeing his hand in sich a way that both hanging little titties kept touching his open hand. An open hand ready to grab it's targets again whenever needed. Gosh, how he loved those soft little growing cones touching his hand again and again, as he continued spanking her. Her struggling while being spanked had resulted in one thing: her undershirt had been pulled out of her panties so he saw a strip of white flesh above the elastic of her panties. While spanking her over and over, he just couldn't resist doing what he in fact had wanted to save for a next time: he moved his left hand first down onto the very soft and sexy flesh of her now bared belley, and then back up, now under her undershirt until he felt her titties right in his hand again. In spite of the pain her spanking caused she shrieked again when feeling his bare hand on her belly, then moving up to her titties. Embarassed to death she once again tried to get up and off his lap. Too late she realized the consequences of her impulse: he now grabbed both pointy cones with his large hand squeezing them together as hard as he could. He felt the little hard inner disks of her titties and knew that he was hurting her badly: little girls with growing titties seemed to be always in growing pains there, and there are few places where they could be hurt better than to pinch those little growing disks inside those little pointy treasures. How he just loved pinching them, in a way it was almost as good as beltspanking them. Something he knew for sure he would do some time later on. After pinching a little naked titty in one hand and a panty clad buttock in the other, he told her with a loud voice stop hollering at once: she'd better be very, very obedient to all he said if she didn't want to be in a helluva lot more trouble for the future. Resisting the temptation to move his left hand down into her panties he got her up, releasing her dress as she went. After having barked at her so harshly, he felt it was time to show his nicer side, so he pulled her to him and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek, saying in a somewhat conspirative way that he hoped her mother would't be angry at him for letting her get off so lightly. Hed hugged her once again and suggested that they'd work together at her improvements so that this kind of stuff wouldn't have to happen again. To his amazement she seemed to believe him and even gave a faint smile when he said that her mom would probably want to see her red bottom when she got home. In a way he regretted having only felt but not having seen those beautiful titties, but that was for another time. For now it had been enough, Heather's bottom no doubt was very red, enough to satisfy her mom, en he had such a strong hard-on that Linda surely would be happy with him regardless of what she thought of her daughter. He was happy that he hadn't lost his load while pinching that poor girl's naked titties while holding her. He'd been damn close to it.

THE WELCOME WAGON BY DR. KLYST DOUCHENHEIM The grounds of the hospital were carefully manicured, almost as if they had undergone some mysterious treatment at the callused hands of the Chicano gardeners who tended the broad expanses of green. Inside the children's ward, Dr. Rodney Thomas, Ph.D., MD, sat at his large, walnut desk reviewing the schedule of the day, and deciding which of his young patients would receive the benefit of his attention. His prime function, aside from the medical aspect of his presence, was the personal interest he took in the psychological aspect of the reaction his charges had to certain treatments they were made to endure in the name of "medicine" and "treatments". There were actually few "children" in that most of the patients in this division were in the age bracket of eight to eighteen. After all it was a county sponsored facility, and the administration took great pains to maintain the regulations and distribution of patients according to public health protocol. The doctor smiled to himself, seeing that his day would be considerably enlivened by his rounds on the girl's ward. He had, with some perverse pleasure, seen to it that a 11-year-old girl was scheduled for x-ray. In fact, a barium enema X-ray examination of the intestinal tract. It was his duty, he decided, to be present, and assist the nurses and orderlies in the preparation and treatment of the girl, as well as have the opportunity to satisfy a personal quirk, by engaging in conversation with the patient throughout the ordeal she was about to be put through. The good doctor knew from experience in this hospital ward that he should be at the girl's bedside at least an hour before the x- ray was scheduled, in order to derive maximum benefit from the opportunity. He scanned the charts. "Hmmm.", he mused. "Rachel Friedman, age 11, height 5 feet, weight, 91lbs., hair, blond, eyes, green.". He remembered how frightened she looked, the first day she was admitted; she was unusually pretty, and very slim. He knew in his mind how she would look in the short, white hospital gown that would barely come to the tops of her slender thighs. He wondered if she would have any pubic hair as yet. Probably a bit, but if it was profuse he'd have it shaved so she'd be naked as a baby. He liked a clean working area. Continuing his perusal of the chart he noted that her mother was divorced, but that the admission forms were signed by a Jack Collins, her uncle. Rachel's mother's maiden name was Collins. So there seemed to be some male influence or father figure in her young life. He mused that a young girl should always have a "daddy" even if it was an uncle or a mother's boyfriend. Rod imagined scene of family discipline with Rachel standing submissively before her uncle (as her mother described her misdeeds) glancing furtively at the folded, wide leather strap in Uncle Jack's hands. "Daddy's Hands" ... no, but probably just as effective on a 11-year-old girl's quivering, bare bottom! His nurses were almost hand picked. a benefit of being in charge of the wing. And he saw to it that they never lacked practice in the administration of his most commonly prescribed treatment. Rod never thought about how his unusual, highly sexual, reaction to the sight of a young girl being given an enema had come about, in fact, all he did was to enjoy it. Occasionally he found it difficult to conceal the tremendous erection he would get during such a scene, but he found the white physician's smock he wore more than adequately protected his secret. He reached above his desk for a reference work which had become a favorite, written by R. A. Miller, MD7 "The Retrograde Barium Enema...a manual for the Radiological Clinic" published in 1966. "The patient is prepared for the barium examination," he read, "by being given several soapsuds enemas (1.5 quart) until the return is clear. "When ready the patient reports to the X-ray department where she may be given a one mg. atropine and 1/4 grain morphine sulfate or Demerol. In the X-ray room the barium solution is prepared and suspended in an enema container three feet above the table. The patient is brought in and placed in the knee-chest position. Her gown is lifted and the nurse, or often the X-ray technician, wearing a sheer finger cot, applies a liberal amount of KY jelly to her anus, slowly dilating the rectum by working his finger in and out of the tight sphincter until her musculature begins to relax. An inflatable catheter #141 (32 Fr.) is lubricated with K-Y Jelly, and carefully inserted into her rectum, to just past the sphincter, and inflated, the air having been previously cleared from the tube. A slight inflation of the enema Bulb will hold the device in place as the patient is positioned. The patient is then turned over, to lie on her back, with her knees drawn up, and her legs spread widely apart. Position the enema for easy connection. "A Miller cuff is then placed in position and inflated, forming a secure seal preventing her from expelling the solution. She is then placed in a prone position with legs extended, or with knees slightly up and the enema tube is connected to the tube from the enema container. Her gown is further loosened so as not to constrict the abdomen. "The barium is allowed to flow, under fluoroscopic control, until the entire large bowel is filled. This takes two to 2-1/4 quarts. At this time the lower right quadrant of the abdomen is markedly distended. The patient must be encouraged to relax, and possibly restrained, if necessary. "X- rays are then taken with the patient in the prone position, or any other position deemed necessary to the doctor. This may take five minutes, and if the doctor waits until the X-rays are developed it may take five to ten minutes more. Should the X-ray require examination of the small intestine, she will be turned on her back again, the enema container filled with two more quarts of saline solution, and allowed to flow freely, forcing the thick barium into the small intestine. This procedure may be quite painful to the patient, and she may cry out in protest and discomfort. Restrain her, if necessary, but complete the procedure. "When the X- rays are taken, she is helped to the bathroom, the catheter is deflated, removed, and she is allowed to expel the solution. She will be quite exhausted and should be allowed to rest an hour before being returned to her room. Her rectum should be examined, and a soothing lotion applied if deemed necessary." Dr. Thomas smiled as he closed the book and returned it to the shelf. Rachel was scheduled for X-ray at 10 a.m. He thought that he'd better be at her bedside by nine to "supervise" the several soapsuds (or saltwater-until-clear) enemas that the hapless pre-teen age girl was going to be given to her before her ordeal in X-ray. He felt a pleasurable twitch in his crotch at the thought of what the morning was going to bring. He had "supervised" the sweet humiliation of many young girls, and noted that more that 60% of the young patients exhibited varying degrees of sexual response during the enema procedure. He would watch closely for the tell-tale wetting of the vagina, with the attendant swelling and opening of the labia, and make her talk about her childhood enema experiences in great detail should this become evident. Time for rounds to begin. Rachel lay quietly on the hospital bed in the semi-private room she shared with Barbara, who was a year older than herself. It was the first time she was in a hospital, and felt really naked and helpless under the clean white sheets, wearing the short hospital gown, and nothing else except a pair of cotton ankle socks. Her slim legs moved under the covers as she wondered what was going to happen to her. Barbara and Rachel talked to each other almost all day, as they both shared the same degree of apprehension; Barbara, however, having been admitted a week before Rachel, who only arrived yesterday. Rachel had not yet experienced the "Welcome Wagon" as Barbara had, so she was not mentally imagining her next encounter, as Barbara had been doing since her last session with the orderly on the floor. Finally Barbara could not hold back. "I can't understand, Rachel," Barbara ventured, "why the nurse hasn't been around with the `Welcome Wagon' for you yet. I got it about an hour after I checked in." Rachel turned towards the pretty patient in the next bed. "What do you mean, Barbara? what's a `Welcome Wagon?' " "I didn't know, either, but the nurse who got me into the gown and into bed said that the duty nurse would be around with it right away. Gosh, was I surprised." The mystery deepening, Rachel persisted, "But what do you mean?" "I mean. that they told me it was the rules that as soon as a girl is checked in, she has to have a... an... enema. before anything else, especially if the doctor is going to do a, you know, examination, down there. Did you ever have one. I mean, an enema, Rachel?" Rachel blushed a deep shade, suddenly hoping her embarrassment wasn't visible to the older girl. She blurted out, without thinking, "But that's for being really disobedient. I mean, that's what I get 'em for." Rachel hesitated, realizing that maybe her receiving that particular form of humiliating punishment may not be typical of the punishments other young girls received. "You mean you get enemas as punishment?!? I just get a good whipping with my Daddy's belt! I can't imagine being punished like that. I thought you only got an enema when you were sick, or especially in the hospital. Gosh!" Rachel didn't know what to say, but recovered her composure enough to refresh the question, "You never told me what the `Welcome Wagon' was." "Oh, jeez, that's the cart that they use to wheel in all the stuff they need to give you an enema, you know, the red rubber bag, the Vaseline, or like they use here, that slippery jelly in the tube. "It makes you feel real funny when you see all that stuff, especially if it's an orderly. you know. a guy that's going to give it to you." Barbara, suddenly a very coy 12 year old, lowered her voice, and in a husky, confidential whisper told her room...mate, "I thought I was just going to come when that cute orderly pulled down the covers and... you know what I mean! Just wait till he takes your temperature... " Rachel certainly did know what Barbara meant. Ever since she was six, her mother had used both the enema and the strap as a means of disciplining her little girl. But when her mother's brother...Rachel's uncle...was visiting when she was nine she had been very naughty, and quite insulting to her uncle. Her mother decided that her uncle should participate in her punishment, and invited Uncle Jack to help not only in the preparation, but in the actual execution of Rachel's humiliating punishment. She could never forget standing in the large, second floor bathroom, watching her mother take the old red rubber enema bag from under the sink and fill it with two quarts of hot soapsuds, as she told her brother how she had begun using enemas as a punishment after reading about such methods in a book about correctional methods in girl's reform schools. Mom had always used either the ruler or the strap on her daughter, but she felt that "a good dose of soapsuds" was something her pretty young daughter dreaded even more than a spanking. And she was right. It was the presence of her uncle, that time when she was nine, and many times since, that her uncle "assisted" her mom when punishment was called for. Never would she forget the command, as she stood in her pajama tops and panties before her mom and Uncle Jack, "Come on, now, Rachel," her mother said as she hung the bulging red bag on the hook beside the toilet, "I'm not going to spank you for embarrassing uncle Jack with your behavior, but he's going to see how embarrassing it is going to be for you to get your punishment enema in front of him." "Oh, Mom," Rachel remembered begging, "Please not in front of Uncle Jack, please." "Rachel, it will do you no good to argue, and if you put up a fuss I'll just have to give you a second dose of soapsuds. so just slip those panties down and get over my lap." Her memory was vivid. Protests would do nothing. Her nine year old mind would never forget the look of fascination in her uncle's eyes as she obeyed the order. She hooked her little fingers in the elastic waist band of her tight, white cotton panties and, blushing with humiliation, pushed them down to just below her crotch. "All the way, Rachel, take them all the way off! You know you can't spread your legs far enough apart if I let you keep your panties down around your knees." Crimson with shame, Rachel lowered the tiny garment down her slim legs. She stepped out of the panties, picked them up, and hung them neatly over the back of the chair her mother was seated in. She couldn't take her eyes off her Uncle Jack, who, she realized, was staring intensely at the pink slit of her pre- pubescent vagina. "What are you waiting for, Rachel? Bend over my lap, just like you always do!" "Oh, Please, no! Mom don't make me, please!" "Rachel, if you don't get over my lap this minute I promise that you will be strapped within an inch of your life right after Uncle Jack watches you get a double enema!" That did it: Rachel bit her lower lip and assumed the position. Once there, her mother her mother gripped her about her slim waist, pinioning the helpless child. Rachel's long hair fell forward over her face towards the floor. "Jack", her mother matter-of- factly asked," hand me the tube, but be sure the clamp is closed. You don't want soapsuds all over you, when they are going right in here." Rachel, helplessly across her mother's lap knew that her uncle, standing behind her, could see not only the target, but the as yet hairless lips of her vagina, too, as her mother pushed her slim legs wide apart and separated the tender, smooth, nether cheeks. Jack watched intently. Rachel could feel her Uncle's eyes. She knew what Jack was watching: her mother dipping a finger into the jar of Vaseline, and spreading the greasy lubricant generously onto the enema nozzle. Jack was intrigued with the way Rachel's mother moved the greased pipe up and down the girl's anal crease, gradually working its slippery length into the little girl's rosebud-like opening. Rachel remembered tensing her body as the slippery nozzle invaded her tender bottom. "Sit here, Jack," her mother said, indicating a chair in front of the girl, "This will take about ten minutes. " Uncle Jack pulled up the chair, seating himself near Rachel's bowed head. It was when her uncle took her chin in his hands and lifted her head up so that he could see her face that the first stirrings of till now inexperienced sensations flooded her mind. Jack gently moved the hair away from her tightly closed eyes. The same instant she heard the "click" of the hose clamp and the soapsuds started to flood her slim body. Confusing, incredible sensations raced in conflict as she opened her tear- filled eyes to look into her uncle's face. Yet her mother was not known for leniency, and the entire two steaming quarts filled Rachel's youthful bowels, causing her to cry out in pain and humiliation at having to undergo this procedure in front of her uncle. It hurt so much that she couldn't help moving her slim legs continually, in the swelling stimulation of the enema. She felt Uncle Jack lower her head and move around behind her, and she knew he was staring at the little pink gash of her sex as she writhed helplessly under the cramping pressure of the enema she was being made to endure. And for the last six years the punishments had continued, and sometimes in the last two years administered by Uncle Jack himself when her mom couldn't be there to discipline the girl personally. Of course her mother approved. Oh, how she approved! Rachel's mind snapped back to the present as she realized that Barbara was still speaking to her. "Gosh, that must be awful. I mean to get enemas for a punishment. But I guess it would work pretty good," the loquacious 12-year-old continued, " `cause TI remember about six months ago when I was sick, my Dad and my Mom both gave me one, and it was just awful. Bending over like that, I mean, but since my Dad always gives me the strap on the bare, I was kind used to the position." Rachel listened apprehensively, thinking about the "Welcome Wagon" that Barbara had explained. Barbara pushed back her long hair and informed her room-mate ominously, "I'm surprised they haven't brought the `Welcome Wagon' around for you, yet. But you'll see it soon, for sure." Rachel shuddered, her naked legs feeling the cool sheet and imagining it being pulled down for... Dr. Rod picked up the phone on his desk, silencing its ring, and responded to the ward nurse's question, "No, Emma, I think that because Rachel is in a semi-private room you should not give her the X-ray prep in there. Take her to the hydrotherapy room and call me when you get there. I'd like to speak to her before the examination." Emma, the duty nurse, hesitated for only a second, but then acknowledged the `order', "As you say, doctor. I see the girl is scheduled for a barium. will that be high? I mean, shall I allow time for a high colonic enema in addition to the usual cleansing enemas?" "I'll check the chart, nurse, and let you know when I get down to hydrotherapy. Just in case, make sure you have a 30 inch colon tube ready. I don't think that Rachel has ever had a high colonic, so we may need the restraints, too." "Of course, Doctor," Nurse Emma knowingly responded, "I'll see to it at once, and call you as soon as the girl is in hydrotherapy." Moving through his rounds that morning, Rod checked up on two new additions to his patient roster. A very beautiful seventeen-year-old oriental girl, Lin Su, was admitted by her parents because of her dietary habits, which resulted in her being quite thin, but with a constant digestive problem. He wanted to see her prepared for the Murphy Drip procedure which, he knew, would be terribly humiliating for a seventeen-year-old girl. Also a very unusual case referred by a colleague who specialized in sexual psychology: This was an thirteen year old girl, Cynthia, quite pretty, who masturbated so frequently that she had developed an extremely irritated vulva and was hospitalized so that it could be treated, without her continually irritating the tissues. Rod noted, not without some interest, that the nurses had already placed her wrists in the soft leather cuffs and had secured them to the rails on either side of the hospital bed. She wouldn't be touching herself for the time being. Her legs, really her ankles, had been strapped, spread apart, to the bed rails, and as she was naked beneath the short hospital gown, he could imagine the embarrassment this exposure would be causing the girl. He loved to see them blush during his probing examinations. He wondered when they were scheduled for the "Welcome Wagon", and made a mental note to drop in at the appropriate times. The examination and treatment of this lovely child would be most interesting and stimulating. Back in his office, he took care of a few administrative duties when the phone rang. Emma was announcing her arrival in hydrotherapy, and said that the orderly was bringing Rachel down in about 10 minutes. "I'll be right down, Emma," Dr. Thomas said. The hydrotherapy room was in the basement of the hospital, fairly close to the X-ray department. Rod stepped off the elevator and moved down the quiet corridor to the door of the hydrotherapy treatment room and entered. Emma was already there, arranging the equipment she would need to prepare the young patient for barium fluoroscopy. The room contained several large, white, bathtubs along one wall, separated by about eight feet. Cubicle curtains, which could be drawn for privacy, hung from the ceiling around each of the tubs. No one else was in the room, and all the curtains were withdrawn. One or two toilets were visible, and the special "filtration toilet" which was used to recover small swallowed contraband stood out from the wall. On the far wall, a row of hooks were mounted on the wall near several equipment cabinets. On each hook hung a large, red rubber bag, complete with its long, red hose. The glistening black enema nozzles and long, fat douche nozzles, along with the serpent-like colonic catheters were displayed in the glass fronted cases. Several tubes of K-Y jelly, speculums, rectal dilators, bulb syringes, and enema tubes were visible. Rod noted that Emma had already installed the canvas support across the tub nearest the cabinets. Vertical steel rods were mounted on each side of the tub at about the center. A leather ankle cuff dangled from the top of each rod. Wrist cuffs, also of soft, but strong, leather were to each side of the tub at the far end. Emma was preparing the four quart enema bag as Rachel was wheeled into the room by a male orderly. She could have walked, of course, but hospital procedure demanded that a wheel chair be employed. She was wearing a light blue hospital bathrobe and slippers. Dr. Thomas noted with amusement that she wore white ankle socks, adding to her "innocent little school-girl" appearance. "Hello, Rachel," Rod volunteered cheerfully. "I'm going to personally supervise your X-ray procedures this morning, and try to get you through this as easily as possible." Rachel's eyes widened in fear and anxiety as she saw the preparations that were being made. As we, the readers are already aware of her experiences with enemas as a child, we can understand the feelings she experienced at the sight of the huge red enema bags, with their extra long red rubber tubes, displayed on the wall, and especially the four quart bag in the hands of Nurse Emma. It was twice the size of the bag her mother (and Uncle Jack) was so fond of using to discipline the girl. "What... what are you going to. to do?" she stammered. "I thought. that I was just. I mean I was told I was going to get X-rayed.?" "You are, Rachel," Dr. Rod was using his best `bedside manner', "but it's a special kind of X- ray called a `barium enema' X-ray." "Barium... ENEMA...?" the young girl was almost on the verge of fainting. "Yes, Rachel," Rod continued, holding her hand, which was almost icy cold, "In order for the X-ray to show what we need to see, we have to put some barium solution inside of you. the X- ray can't see through the barium, so it shows up on the film." "But. but, I didn't know." "It's all right, Rachel, I'm going to stay right here with you. Nurse Emma and I are going to make it as easy as we can for you." The girl's worst fears were realized as Rod continued his explanation, "But before we can do the X-Ray, you have to some regular enemas so that we know you're all cleaned out inside." He turned to the orderly. "Thank you very much, Jack, we'll call you if we need anything. "Very well, doctor," the orderly said. Dr. Rod suspected that Jack would have liked to stay and help, too. "Rachel," Rod said after the orderly had left the room, "I want you to take off the robe and climb up on the canvas stretcher you see across that tub." She had seen the "filtration toilet" and could not have helped but notice the ankle cuffs attached to floor shackles in front of the curious bowl. "Are. Are you going to make me... go... on THAT?" she pointed to the device. She saw the rope attached to the pulley on the ceiling with the handcuffs attached. Obviously she imagined herself, half-naked, in bondage, legs shackled wide apart in front of the steel toilet, bent over with her wrists being pulled up behind her in the shiny steel handcuffs, the huge enema bag full and ready for her. "No, Rachel," Rod assured her, "that's for girls or boys who have swallowed something we have to recover, and won't cooperate with the nurses or orderlies and have to be completely restrained. You know, like juvenile delinquents from Foster homes, or in from Juvenile Hall. Criminal types, not like you." Somewhat reassured, the girl began to comply with the orders given her. Rachel reluctantly got up and slipped the robe off. She was wearing only the short hospital gown that came only to the tops of her thighs, her slim, coltish legs naked except for the little white ankle socks. She was obviously aware that as soon as she lay back on the canvas she would be completely exposed and at the mercy of the doctor and nurse, and the incredible enema equipment, the likes of which she had never seen. She flashed on the mental image of her mother and uncle Jack in the place of nurse Emma and Doctor Thomas. They were preparing the granddaddy of all punishments for her. It was like being in a modern torture chamber to the girl. The leather restraints, the instruments of punishment. "Let me help you on the stretcher, Rachel," Rod volunteered, and assisted the girl between the steel uprights on the tub. She lay back, her legs tight together, until Rod said, "Rachel, Nurse Emma is going to start you off with a little two quart soapsuds enema to clear things out, and then we'll have to give you a high colonic." He turned to his assistant, "Nurse." "Now hold still, Rachel," Nurse Emma admonished, "while I get you ready for your enema. And doctor, you will see it was not necessary to shave this child. Still being pre-pubescent she hasn't even a trace of pubic hair to interfere with your examinations and treatments." "Thank you, nurse, and yes, I see what you mean," Doctor Rod said, gently moving the girl's legs slightly apart. Nurse Emma knew how much the good doctor was enjoying his job, and discreetly turned aside as Doctor Rod's long, slim fingers brushed the thin girlish slit of Rachel's vaginal cleft. He stepped back. "Emma, you take Rachel's left ankle and I'll take the right!" Rachel shut her eyes as the nurse and doctor drew her slim, coltish legs up, and spreading them wide, attached the leather cuffs to her ankles, separating her thighs and exposing her naked bottom to treatment. "Oh, please, doctor," Rachel pleaded, "do you have to do it this way? I mean, I'm so... so... embarrassed." Doctor Rod became sympathetic, "I'm afraid so, Rachel, but first I want to take your temperature." He held his hand out, and without being told, Nurse Emma placed a well lubricated glass rectal thermometer in it. He held it up and noted that it had been shaken down to well below the 98.6 degree mark. "Nurse Emma is just going to put a little lubricating jelly down there to make it easy to put it in." He paused, then added, "One would think you never were given an enema before, but I know better. Your mom said that you got your first enema when you were only six. is that right?" "Y...yes." Rachel blushed, "but I didn't think she told you." Wearing a sheer latex glove, the nurse squeezed a small blob of K- Y jelly onto her upraised finger, and carefully prodded the young girl's tight rosebud until the sphincter loosened, then inserted her finger to the first knuckle, gently working it in and out (just like uncle Jack did the last time he gave her a punishment enema, thought Rachel). "She told me quite a lot, Rachel, in fact she said she had to give you a nice high enema just a month or so ago. That's right isn't it?" He didn't expect her to answer, but was noting with interest how she was squirming in her restraints as Emma continued with the anal prep. The nurse withdrew the finger, removed the glove and discarded it. Rod moved to between the girl's well parted legs and slowly inserted the thin glass tube, until only about 1/2 inch protruded from the twitching rosebud. He held it throughout, moving it almost imperceptibly, but knowing the helpless girl could feel it's invasive activity. Tied, strapped down, knowing that the enema was only moments away. She felt herself becoming wet. The feelings down there were just too much to bear. She whimpered half in relief and half in excitement as she felt the thermometer being slowly withdrawn. Through almost closed eyes she saw Dr. Rod wipe it and read the results. "Quite normal, Nurse. Let's proceed. Rachel's eyes were still closed, or she could have seen Dr. Rod admiring her naked legs, and even more naked vaginal orifice, the lips now slightly parted, moist. She did, however, open her eyes at the sound of the nurse running the hot water into a two quart stainless steel mixing pitcher, into which an ounce of green soap was placed. The nurse stirred the mixture until suds could be seen at the top, and then taking the gigantic red rubber bag, poured the solution in, only half filling it. Emma hung the bag on a portable IV stand and pushed it over to the tub, the long red, tube in one hand. "I'll get the nozzle, nurse," Dr. Thomas volunteered, and extracted a thick, bulbous, black device from the nearby glass cabinet. Rachel couldn't help but notice the fat, bulb-like shape at the 'business end' and asked, timidly, "Why are you going to use that... is it going to. hurt?" The nurse was screwing the nozzle onto the tube. "No, Rachel," Rod said, "But it may feel a little unusual. the thick part, here." He said, pointing to the tube Nurse Emma was coating with K-Y jelly, "is designed to keep the enema well inside until you are given permission to go the bathroom where I will extract it." Rachel's hands gripped the steel uprights, not being restrained at the moment, and bit her lower lip as the nurse slowly worked the thick tube into her bottom. A small, but heartfelt, "OOhhhhhhh," escaped from the girl as the nurse snapped open the clamp and the hot solution rushed in to do it's work. "Ohhhh. OOoooo, Not so fast! It's too much!" Rachel pleaded as the second quart started in. "Now, there, there." Dr. Rod consoled her, noting her lower abdomen begin to swell. "You must save your strength for the colonic we're going to give you!" Soon the bag was empty, but the griping had begun. Rachel's knuckles whitened as she held tight to the rods that were holding her legs in their leathery grip. "Only a minute more, child," Nurse Emma said as she closed the valve and disconnected the nozzle, which remained, impaling the girl and the fluid within. The long tube, once again coiled and placed on the hook with the bag, had done it's first duty, but would soon be placed in service again. They unfastened the girl's trembling legs and the nurse helped her to the toilet, where the nozzle was gratefully withdrawn and the girl could relieve the almost unbearable pressure which had built up. Upon their return, Rachel was far less modest, and allowed herself to be placed once again on the canvas rack, her legs again lifted and spread for the cuffs to secure. "Now, Rachel, " Rod explained, "I've ordered a high colonic enema to take care of anything that's left inside, but you don't have to worry about getting up until it's finished, as there's an outlet tube being attached now, and the nurse will control the outflow to the drain in the tub, as well as the flow going in." He held up the 25 inch French catheter. "But this will have to go in all the way before the enema is administered." "Oh, no, doctor, it's too long. I can't. please, no." Rachel tried to straighten up, her hands reaching to cover her nakedness. "Nurse," Rod commanded, "Take her other wrist. I'm afraid we are going to be better off putting her in restraints right away!" Rachel could not really resist, as her ankles were already secured. The doctor and nurse easily strapped her wrists into place above her head, and the nurse pulled a long body strap over the girl just below her barely swelling young breasts, and buckled it tight. Emma had refilled the huge enema bag with a full four quarts of hot saline solution and connected the Y-adapter and outflow tube to the colonic and feed tubes. "Begin the colonic!" Rachel heard with horror as the nurse advanced on her helpless body, the long tube glistening with K-Y jelly. Dr. Rod assisted, now feeling an unstoppable erection starting in his groin, by holding the girl's legs well apart, his spread fingers on her thighs, his thumbs almost touching the youthful vaginal lips. The nurse began to work the long colonic tube into Rachel's protesting anus, occasionally releasing the flo to ease the tube's inexorable passage. "Oh, stop. please, no, no more." Rachel shrieked, her strapped and helpless body squirming, trying to get off the long tube that was impaling her deeper and deeper. Rod, holding the girl as he was, finally noticed the tell-tale moisture and swelling of the vaginal lips that so often appeared as a girl was being given an enema or high colonic. He glanced at his young patient, and noted that her eyes were tightly closed. But it was unmistakable, she was experiencing not only pain, but sexual pleasure. The incredible stimulation she was receiving from the long colonic tube being inserted was undeniable. At last the entire 24 inches had been inserted and the four quart solution began to invade the young bowels. Rachel writhed and moaned as the heated liquid did its griping, cramping, duty. Every couple of minutes Emma clamped the tube off and opened the outflow valve, allowing the writhing girl a moment's relief, but then, under Rod's watchful eye, resumed the colonic. Finally, after about twenty minutes Rod declared, "That's enough, nurse, she's taken almost four quarts and the outflow is clear. Withdraw the colonic and replace it with the enema nozzle. We'll take her into X-ray. Rachel was almost sobbing as the long tube snaked out of her bottom. But her relief was short lived and she cried out, "Oh, please, no more." as she saw Dr. Rod approach with his favorite device, the inflatable enema nozzle! "It's OK., Rachel, there's nothing to worry about," said our good doctor, "this is the last time, and we'll have our X- rays, but you'll feel much better as soon as it's over. Now just relax as I insert this instrument, and we'll go into X-ray and finish your examination." "Oh, no, Doctor. I just can't take any more. please. can't I take it tomorrow. please." "I'm sorry, Rachel, but if we did that, we'd just have to start all over. you wouldn't want that, would you?" The girl, still in the dorsal lithotomy position (that is, with her legs strapped up and her wrists in the cuffs above her head) sensed her totally helpless position. Yet, the idea, couched in her subconscious, of a repeat performance, was not at all unappealing, forced her to consciously submit to reason. "Please, please, no. But, if you have to, Doctor. I'll try to be good and do as you say. " "I do have to, Rachel, and I'm certainly going to let your mother know just how bravely you took your enemas!" Dr. Thomas knew when he had won. He wondered if he should pursue his young patient's past history, as he usually did, but common sense told him to merely enjoy the girl's helpless position and interview her tomorrow when she would be more susceptible to his psycho-sexual suggestions. It even occurred to him that his bedside manner could include a tender, intimate examination and soothing stroking of that portion of the beautiful young girl's anatomy that suffered such abuse in the hydrotherapy room and was about to suffer in the X-ray rooms. Rod turned to Emma. "I think that Rachel is ready for the enema. Please put some K-Y on the tube, Nurse." Rachel watched, her heart pounding, as Nurse Emma once again squeezed a substantial quantity of lubricating jelly on the flexible enema nozzle. This enema, for those readers who have never seen one, is an orange colored latex device resembling a French catheter, but with an accordion pleated section about an inch and one-half long just behind the insertion end. The tube is about 13 inches long, dividing into two sections, one of which terminates in a black bulb. The other leg of the tube is intended for connection to the enema bag containing barium, or other solution. As the hollow tube is surrounded by the inflation folds, the overall effect is to clamp down on the hollow tube, thereby holding the liquid infusion inside the patient's body during the X-ray procedure. "Give me that enema, nurse," Rod commanded. He had stationed himself at the side of the tub, and looking down at his shackled patient once again felt the pleasurable glow that accompanies the beginnings of a gigantic erection. Nurse Emma handed him the lubricated device. He said, "Hold her legs well apart so that I can make the insertion easily."' The woman in white grasped Rachel's legs with both hands, spreading them to the limit allowed by the leather cuffs which secured her slim ankles. Rod placed his left hand squarely on Rachel's already wet vulva, as if to make his aim more secure. He swelled at the feel of the young girl's most intimate area. guiding the tube, shiny with jelly, to the now tenderized opening. Dr. Rod mentally noted how even an eleven-year-old girl could become so sexually aroused during this sort of procedure. Rachel, helplessly restrained in the leather wrist and ankle cuffs, whimpered plaintively at the probing, insistent touch of the slippery latex, as Rod slowly inserted the enema nozzle into her bottom. "No, no, please, no more, doctor. I can't. Please." Rod's rod swelled even more at hearing her protest, but continued until the nozzle was deeply inserted. "I'm going to inflate the enema bulb a little, Rachel, so that you will know how it will feel in X-ray, after we put the barium in." With that announcement, he began to squeeze the black bulb in his hand, which caused the folded, inflatable portion of the tube to gradually expand inside Rachel's well lubricated bottom. "I can feel it. Ohhhh. Oohhhhhh, I, I can feel it swelling up inside me. Ohhooooooo, Please, Doctor, Stop!!!" Rachel begged. "That's just what we want it to do, Rachel," he said. "Now I'm going to take a little air out, and leave it inside of you while you are moved to X-ray, where you will get the barium enema examination." "Shall I call the orderly, doctor?" Nurse Emma asked. "Yes, nurse, "Rod replied, "We'll need a gurney for Rachel to lie on, as the enema bulb will remain in place until after her barium enema." A quick phone call summoned the young male orderly who appeared as if by magic with a rolling cart. Upon entering the room he tried to look coolly professional, but Rod knew how he felt at the sight of a beautiful young girl strapped on the treatment tub, naked from the waist down, her legs elevated and spread, the enema nozzle, glistening from K-Y jelly, inserted deeply between her lovely buttocks. Rod suspected the orderly's organ would soon be as firm as was his own. Rachel saw the young orderly's eyes fixed on her girlish, open sex. Nevertheless, Emma and the orderly undid the restraints, and gently helped the now totally embarrassed and humiliated girl onto the white sheeted gurney, and covered her with another sheet. In a moment they were on their way to X-ray. The X-ray room was tiled in white, as was the hydrotherapy room she had just left. In the center of the room stood the massive machine which was to photograph, via its flesh-penetrating rays, the inner-most workings of the young girl on the gurney. Opposite the door, the lead-shielded observation room, with its lead-glass window, looked out to the steel and porcelain table with the suspended Roentgen-tube X-ray projector above it. The orderly, Nurse Emma, and our good (if kinky) doctor carefully lifted Rachel onto the cool steel table, the enema tube still firmly implanted in her bottom. The sheet that covered her was removed, and the orderly took his good-natured time in folding it up, as he was observing Rachel's now bared legs and thighs. and the virtually hairless vaginal slit which topped them. Soon a set of stirrups were installed on the outer edges of the table, and Rachel's heels installed, spreading the slim legs well apart, and displaying her rosy rectum from which the half inflated enema bulb depended. "She is a such pretty child, don't you think, Doctor?" Nurse Emma queried. Rod nodded in affirmation, and noted, again, that the little girl's vagina was wet with the dew of sexual excitation (quite understandable under the circumstances). It was all he could do to restrain himself from consoling his anxious, excited patient by stroking the sex-swollen lips of her throbbing vulva with his soothing fingers. Yet restrain himself he did, for he knew that following this procedure, he would visit Rachel in her room and there practice the soothing, relief she so needed, and wanted (although she herself did not realize it) at this moment. Nurse Emma produced, as if by magic, a fully loaded four-quart red rubber enema bag filled with thick, hot, barium solution. Quickly the unusually fat tubing was fixed to the enema inlet, and, following the terrible "CLICK" of the metal hose clamp, Rachel felt the heavy liquid invade her innards, moving inexorably upwards, cramping, griping, until she could not hold back any longer. (A large inside diameter delivery tube is required due to the thickness of the barium solution.) "Ohhh, Please!!! Stop!!! It huuurrrts! It hurrrrtttss!" Still the barium flowed. Rod felt almost sorry, seeing the child's discomfort, her long eyelashes wet with tears, but nature allowed it to continue. "I can't stand it any more. Take it out. Please. Please! Stop! AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The teen-ager writhed and twisted on the steel table, but the nurse continued the painful infusion until three full quarts of barium had forced their way into the girl's helpless body. Finally it was all in her, and the nurse closed the screw on the bulb and started to pump up the enema even more, to seal the hot liquid inside Rachel's slim body until after the X-rays were taken. Doctor Rod, although secretly enjoying her helpless discomfort, realized that in fact she could endure little more, and ordered the X-ray taken. The Orderly helped the nurse hold her down in position while the X-ray tech, behind the lead wall, exposed the film. So great was Rachel's discomfort that she cared nothing of the fact that she was completely naked from the waist down, and the twisting of her pretty legs in protest of the churning that was taking place within her openly and blatantly was revealing her most intimate, private parts to the fascinated orderly and doctor. Open, pink and wet, like a little flower that is just starting to bloom, the young dew glistening, the girl's virginal vaginal lips betrayed her helpless reactions, her hips thrusting almost as if she were in the throes of an orgiastic seance. The heavy, thick barium had to remain in place until the film was developed. A mere four minutes, but to Rachel, four minutes of pure punishment, as her slender body turned and writhed with the painful enema cramps she knew all too well from the discipline she suffered at home, at the hands of her mother, and, for the last two years, her Uncle Jack. Four minutes. An eternity. The enema bulb inflated to an almost unbearable size, holding back the barium, she had to scream... "AAhhhhhhh. No more. No more! Please! Please! Take it out! AAAAAhhhhhhh! No! No! Ohhhhhh! I can't stand it!" A nod to Doctor Rod from the X-ray technician as he emerged from the darkroom put an end to Rachel's ordeal, at least for now. "Nurse! Orderly!" he commanded, "Take her to the bathroom and be..." he touched Rachel's perspiring forehead. "... Gentle." Back in her room, Rachel could scarcely believe what she had been through. Barbara, her 12 year old room mate could hardly wait to question her new found friend about her ordeal, suspecting the reason for Rachel not having had the "Welcome Wagon" was that she had suffered her hospital initiation elsewhere. But the poor girl was so exhausted that she almost immediately fell asleep, her dreams containing scenes that only the reader can imagine.

MOTHER'S PET BY SHARPERGIRL I had been staying at Mme. Dulac's house for about 2 months. Her lodgings included a comfortable upstairs room with en-suite facilities, good French home cooking, and a highly desirable location in the suburbs of Paris, all for a very affordable price. My reason for being there was primarily to study business and French language in the hope of getting a bi-lingual PA appointment. My French was pretty lousy though, but I loved Paris so much I just stayed there to complete the course and live a little. Mme. Dulac was a jolly woman, widowed or divorced (I could never figure out which). She lived with her young teenage daughter Carole. Carole was a very beautiful girl, pale alabaster complexion and raven hair. Tall and slender she was always dressed immaculately. She sometimes looked like a life-size porcelain doll. Carole was not exactly friendly towards me. I got the feeling she resented the fact that her mother took in a lodger to make ends-meet. In all the time I had been there we had never exchanged more than a few words, but she was always polite if a little aloof. One afternoon I wandered into the kitchen where I usually sat and practised my French with Mme. Dulac. She would usually make cups of wonderful hot chocolate and we'd sit there while I struggled to figure out the grammar, she was very patient with me but we often ended up giggling. "Oh Miss Suzanne you have much to learn!" She would say. Her English was not much to write home about either, but we got by and things were always jovial. On this occasion though she was very agitated, her face was like thunder, something was obviously wrong. When she saw me she took my arm gently and shook her head. "Oh, Miss Suzanne, a very terrible thing is happening. Carole is doing very bad things and it is time for her to be hurted.err how is it, ah yes punished." She ushered me over to the small table by the wall where we usually sat for our drink. "You don't mind Suzanne we don't have lesson and chocolat today. Please you will be watching Carole getting her legs a whipping yes please, it is more terrible for her to have you watching, is it OK?" I was completely amazed by what was being said. It took me a while to understand what was going on. I just sat at my normal place and shrugged, "OK I guess?". The stout woman moved quickly. She took one of the plain wooden chairs away from the table and stood it in the middle of the bare concrete floor. She then went to a cupboard and brought out a bunch of what looked like leather belts. She unravelled one and stooped down onto the floor by the chair. I noticed the chair was placed over a metal recess in the floor, a handgrip to lift up a drain cover it looked like. There was a crossbar between the legs of the chair. She fastened this to the handgrip by wrapping the leather strap round a few times and then buckling it tightly. She shoved the chair, it did not move from it's position. I began to be interested in what I was about to witness. I had never seen anyone whipped, but the idea of it had always thrilled me. As a girl I had seen several of the old biblical epic movies where the heroine would be whipped, or at least you would hear a woman crying out and the sound of the lash. I started to get butterflies thinking about it. Mme. Dulac went back to the cupboard and came away with what was obviously the whip. I learned later it was called a Martinet. It had a rigid leather bound handle about a foot long, and from one end sprang four braided leather tails. As she shook the tails they unravelled, they were about 2 feet long, tapered and had small knots in the end. "This one for traditionel punishment, my father use for me and now I use for Carole" I nodded in acknowledgement, as she left the kitchen, whip in hand. She went to the end of the passage and I heard her calling Carole in a loud and angry voice. Several times she called, and then I heard her start to climb the stairs. I could not hear clearly, but there were a few exchanges of words, Carole's shrill voice barely audible. Shortly Carole and her mother entered the kitchen. It was clear that Carole had not expected to see me there. She stood staring at me. She blushed a little and looked away biting her bottom lip in anxiety. Her mother stood over her with the whip and pointed to the chair. Carole was immaculately turned out. Her black hair cut into a neat bob above her slender shoulders was held just so by a blue Alice band. She wore a powder blue sweater that clung to her body, accentuating her pointed pubescent breasts, the nipples very obvious although I could see the outline of a teenage brassiere beneath. The sweater stopped at her thin waist and there was a small gap of bare pale skin above the waistband of her black pleated skirt. The skirt was very short, barely reaching below the line of her pert buttocks. In all the time I had known her she had always worn impossibly short skirts, yet never had I seen her displaying anything she shouldn't. Below her pale unblemished thighs and perfectly sculptured knees, her fine calves were clad in white lace stockings, which disappeared into black patent leather shoes. I don't know what it was that did it, but somehow my butterflies turned into an intense feeling of excitement. Maybe it was the fact that I'd noticed her nipples, and her face was flushed with embarrassment, maybe I got a wrong signal but I started to believe that she, this young prim girl was intensely aroused in a sexual way. I could not think of anything else, the arousal idea started to get to me and when I shifted in my seat I realised that I had got very wet inside my panties. Carole's mother put the whip on the table right near me. The supple leather tails hung off the edge. Light tan coloured at the handle they darkened toward the twisted ends, which were almost black. Obviously this instrument had been played many times. The leather although old, gleamed, and had obviously been well soaped after each use to keep it supple. I loved the smell of saddle soap. While I studied the whip Carole was manhandled into the chair and sat upright with her feet and knees together. She sat with her arms hanging straight down from her shoulders following the line of the chair-back with her hands resting beside the back legs. Mme. Dulac picked up one of the remaining leather belts; she passed it across Carole's lap and went round the back of the chair. There she tightened it and fastened Carole to the chair at her waist and also locked her arms by her side. I shifted in my seat and the tight Levis I wore pressed into my tender parts, which meant my panties were now working up in between my wet pussy. I was very hot and my heart started to beat so hard I could swear Carole and her mother would hear. Carole was now having her shoes removed. Her mother stooped to undo the buckles at each fragile ankle. The shoes were placed on the floor right next to me. They looked so small next to my trainers. Mme. Dulac took another belt and stooped again. This time she wrapped the belt in a figure 8 around Carole's lace clad ankles leaving the free end and the buckle end emerging from the between them. She murmured to her daughter, I looked at Carole's face just as two huge tears fell across her cheeks. She was breathing quite heavily now. Here little breasts heaving urgently under the pale blue sweater. Carole shifted her shoulders over to the right side and shuffled her hips forward so her bottom was perched on the edge of the seat. At the same time her mother lifted her feet up by the strap and stretched her slender legs upward until her ankles were at head height over her left shoulder and pressed against he chair back. The strap was fastened tightly in place around the top span of the chair back. Once her ankles were fixed another belt was tightly wrapped around and buckled at knee height, her legs now firmly strapped together. It was a sight to behold. Carole was literally bent double and strapped in place. Her bare legs were completely exposed, save for the area under the knee strap, from the tops of her calf length stockings all the way to her bottom. She was resting on the base of her spine, and when she had shuffled forward her tiny white cotton panties had been pulled in between her cheeks. The angle at which her legs were fastened stretched her willowy thighs and right between them her panties emerged again to accommodate the bulge of her pussy, which protruded sharply outward to ward me. With the slight twist induced by fastening her legs over one shoulder I was now looking square on at everything that girl would rather keep hidden. The panties were thin white ribbed cotton and at the edge where her pussy was contained I could see the wisps of lace trim. It was easy to see the split of her peach under the tight material. I strained to see if she was showing any pubic hair, but I could not see any. Girls her age sometimes had a full bush, sometimes baby bare, or maybe she was shaving already? I was on the edge of my seat now. Conscious that Carole was glaring at me, and blushing even more now that I could plainly see under her skirt and was taking in the view with some relish. One thing was becoming clear to me. If the whip was applied not only to her legs, but also along her thighs to her smooth and well presented bottom, it would be impossible to avoid having the tails whip across that neat white mound. The thought excited me so much I shifted position again only this time it set my nether regions throbbing in the most unbearable way. I was desperate to go and relieve myself manually. Mme. Dulac walked over and picked up the whip. She turned and swung it through the air from over her shoulder. The tails shrieked as they cut through the air. Carole cringed at the noise. She was sobbing quietly now, a constant stream of tears dripping on to her sweater. "She is very bad this girl, she is older girl and must be responsible for young neighbour to see her safe home from class. But Carole is wanting to walk with boy friend and not walk with young neighbour girl" Mme. Dulac's voice registered her extreme displeasure at her daughter's behaviour, personally, I was on Carole's side up to this point. It was perfectly understandable to me that a girl of Carole's age would want to start taking an interest in the opposite sex. "And when young girl follow Carole and boy, what is 'appening? Well, they push the little girl down the bank and almost into canal. Poor girl is bruised, cover in filth and nearly fall in and drown!" Oh, well now maybe I can see Carole's mother's side now. Carole could not understand her mother as she had very little English, but she realised I was being told about her wrongdoings and she stared at her chest in shame. "And she will not say the name of the boy or what they were doing alone together, he is also bad to help push the little girl!". Wow, so our little goodie two shoes Carole has been a real little bitch and she won't tell on her boyfriend. I guess she deserves what she gets then. "Now all neighbours get to hear Carole being whipped, hope screaming is not too loud for you Miss Suzanne." Carole's mother swung the whip with all her might and the screeching tails slashed across Carole's slender thighs close to her knee joints. Carole had closed her eyes and screamed even before impact. Her shrill voice was piercing, and the sharp crack of the leather biting into her soft pale skin made me jump. The initial squeal was followed by a horrible grating noise from the back of Carole's throat, which she made between sharp panting breaths. Wow! Again, even harder, the tails lashed a little further along Carole's wriggling thighs, she sounded like a puppy whose tail had been stood on. The dreadful braying like a donkey followed, her legs jiggled as she tried to shake the pain away, thigh muscles twitching involuntarily. Jeez! Three in quick succession, her pale skin now turning scarlet with deep crimson welts. The girl flexed every muscle in her body and made an awful din, her face bright red, eyes screwed up and her beautiful mouth wide open and gasping. The lashes came hard and fast working inexorably along her thighs towards her exposed buttocks. It looked as if there was electricity being passed through her legs as she struggled desperately against her leather bonds. After maybe fifteen lashes the red angry marks had reached the point where the thighs join the buttocks. Her mother dropped her whip arm and massaged her shoulder while Carole continued to squeal protests at her. Soon Mme. Dulac was squaring- up to whip Carole's bottom. I leaned forward involuntarily to scrutinise the scene. Carole's thigh muscles twitched spasmodically, each time squeezing her neat little pussy between them. Suddenly the whiptails slashed across her buttocks. Carole's bleating suddenly raised to another piercing squeal; the whip's four scorching tails had scoured a blazing line across the left buttock and on to the right. Although the thin cotton of her panties hid the details, her pussy must have been stinging something awful. Again and again and again, Carole jerked and thrashed her head and pleaded as the whip criss-crossed her upturned backside. Then a particularly nasty set of three lashes aimed vertically down the line of her bound thighs. The tips of the whip's tails cutting between them with the brunt if the force being taken by the visibly swelling pussy mound. Her buttocks now glowed the same colours as her thighs, bright red skin with a dense lattice of rigid purple welts. Carole's howls were getting more desperate and the terrible pain caused the cries to be stifled in the back of her throat as if she were being strangled somehow. Her mother was asking her what she'd been doing with the boy, and who he was, punctuating each word with a hard swipe, left, right, vertical, sharp cracks of the warm supple leather in hot punished flesh. The pain had built up to an unbearable level and Carole took a huge breath, put her head back and just screeeeeeeamed at the top of her lungs. The whipping stopped, Mme. Dulac waited for the long scream to subside, Carole looked at her mother gasping and moaning pleading with her that she had been whipped enough. Her mother shook her head and pointed at her daughter's backside. I looked; Carole's pussy had discharged into the cotton briefs. A reaction to the terrible throbbing and stinging in her nether regions. Sticky fluid ran freely down between her buttocks trickled on to the hem of her skirt and on to the floor. Mme. Dulac placed the whip on the table in front of me. The tails were wet and shiny. She went back over to her daughter and slipped her hands under Carole's hips and shuffled the white panties down over her buttocks and pushed them out of the way along her thighs up to the strap at her knees. I stared wide-eyed at Carole's totally bare slit. The mound was covered in purple blisters where the whip's tails had made contact. The slit was held closed by the bound thighs, but I could see the bulging labia inside trying to push their way out. The whole area glistened with the slimy discharge. Her pussy mound, now free of the constraints of her panties was protruding markedly from between her legs and as I watched I swear it started to open. "Now Miss Suzanne I make Carole tell me about boy, sorry for horrible sight and loud noises!" Carole was sobbing and mumbling and shaking with rage pain and anticipation. Mme. Dulac went back to the cupboard and brought out a long thin riding whip. Carole saw it and started to shriek. Her mother simply asked the same questions of her daughter. When no answer came she walked over and placed the tip of the shining leather clad crop right across Carole's blistered pussy, the pressed it in to the tortured mound so that it cut across the line of her slit and made contact with her buttocks on either side. She asked the question again, Carole stared wide-eyed gasping and shaking her head, a high pitched swish and a gunshot crack! I'd never heard a scream like it, Carole was delirious, screeching and drooling from the mouth. Her mother stood with the whip pressed back into the same spot, when the noise died down a little, same question. Carole's swelling pussy mound was forcing its way out from between the tightly closed thighs. The terrible cut with the riding whip had increased the swelling considerably. She was now showing her inner lips, fresh pink tissue looking terribly vulnerable as the hard polished whip pressed down on it. Carole's screams were sounding hoarse as her normally shrill delicate voice started to give out. Her mother waited patiently for her daughter to regain control keeping the whip firmly pressed in place on the red and oozing gash. Then, quietly she asked Carole again, who was this boy and what had they been up to? Carole hesitated, looked pleadingly through floods of tears. Not good enough, the whip flew again, crack! Crack! CRACK! Hard, harder, harder still. Carole's tender cunt took three direct hits. The look of disbelief, rage and agony on the poor girl's face was beyond anything I'd seen, she went purple in the face and I thought she would feint. Her squealing came in silent gasps, her voice not able to register the almighty force with which air was being expelled from her heaving lungs. Her whole body shook uncontrollably against the bonds. As she fought against the white hot pain in her most sensitive spot, her mother stood stoically with the whip's supple end pressed into place on the horribly blackened swollen mound protruding from her thighs. When the question came again Carole responded, immediately stammering an unintelligible sentence. Her mother stood for a moment to consider what her daughter had told her. She removed the whip's end from her daughter's backside and put it on the table. Carole's relief was obvious as she let out a long moan. Unfortunately she relaxed a little too much because she also let out a spurting jet of urine. She looked away in shame as her mother tut tutted. Mme Dulac set about unfastening the girl's ankles from the chair back. She muttered some instructions to Carole, who was still contributing to a yellow puddle on the floor. Carole shuffled a little more upright in her bonds and her mother eased her legs back down and eventually she was in a sitting position with her feet on the wet floor. Mme Dulac was not about to release her daughter though, to my amazement she fastened Carole's ankles to the chair leg. Carole's discomfort was audible. Tied tightly to a wooden chair sitting on her swollen whipped pussy and thighs must have been excruciating. Her mother turned to me, "So this terrible girl is telling me what I already know. Boy is allowed to finger teets and inside panty! She will be telling his name soon!" I could not believe Carole, the little minx, was still holding out who was this guy? The still furious woman went back to her sobbing wailing daughter and leaned over her from the back of the chair. In a flash she had pulled the front Carole's fine knitted blue sweater up over her head and left it bunched behind her neck. Carole's damp pink-flushed belly and chest were now exposed. A thin lace trimmed plaid patterned brassiere covered her tiny breasts. Her chest heaved in dreadful anticipation. I could see her stiff hard nipples pushing against the plaid material. The brassiere was flipped up out of the way leaving the jiggling breast-buds completely bare. Carole's tears now splashed onto the newly exposed nipples. One sensitive spot had been tortured and now, it seemed inevitable that the stiff pink "teets" would get similar treatment. Carole's mother went over to a kitchen drawer, rummaged inside it and took out a large flat hardwood spatula. As she walked toward her weeping daughter she slapped it hard onto the palm of her own hand. Carole's arms were still strapped down by her waist strap. She cried, "non! Non Mamman!" And leaned forward in her chair protecting the bare tender buds from the inevitable beating her mother had planned. Mme. Dulac sighed, put down the spatula and picked up yet another leather belt, she stood behind the still cowering girl and slipped the strap around her front and drew both ends up, lifting Carole's upper body back into the upright position. She fastened the belt very tightly behind the chair back. Carole sobbed bitterly, not only was she now unable to protect her nipples, but the strap had been passed under them and squeezed her small breasts so tightly that the pink tips were pushed up and outward. I could see they were extremely hard and erect, it looked like they might burst. The first slap was deafening, the sound ringing around the bare kitchen. This was followed by the terrible grating noise at the back of Carole's throat. The beating concentrated on the squealing girl's right breast, the hard flat spatula swung at arm's length with a vicious wrist flick as it slapped onto the sensitive pink bud. There were no questions being asked, this was just pure brutal punishment for being a slut with that boy. The nipple blackened and the soft white flesh surrounding it now a dozen hues of crimson and purple Mme. Dulac turned her attentions to Carole's unblemished left breast. A relentless barrage of violent swats were meted out buy the strong woman on her frail daughter causing Carole to rant deliriously, spit, drool and gag on her desperate screams for mercy. Carole wept bitterly as the assault on her tender breasts subsided. Her mother was now looking quite flushed from the sheer physical exertion of beating her errant young daughter so thoroughly. I glanced at my watch; Carole had been under the whip now for over half an hour. Mme Dulac came and leaned on the table next to my seat. She looked at her writhing moaning daughter. Strapped in place, her short skirt around her waist and her sweater bunched up over her head. Her whipped legs still quivering and her thighs squirming as she tried to lessen the pain of sitting on her horsewhipped pussy. On the floor by her feet the tiny lace trimmed cotton briefs lay discarded in the small pool of urine she had expelled after suffering the dreadful riding whip that had been so cruelly directed. Her head lolled on her shoulders, her face sore and red from the hot salt tears, which still ran freely. Her tiny heaving breasts strapped up with the tight belt shook with her panting breaths. The once plump and erect fresh pink nipples now swollen grossly and blackened by the bruising swats from the wooden spatula. And for what? Any mother could surely see that this poor young girl was never built to suffer such brutal torture. All because of a moment's irrational violence towards a younger companion. Even if she were planning some heavy petting with an illicit boyfriend surely her punishment had exceeded anything that might be considered reasonable. I looked up at Mme Dulac And she looked back at me; she had tears in her eyes. "Oh Suzanne, how terrible you think I am to whip little Carole so?" I shrugged and said nothing. "It should be over now, so you think?" Again I just shrugged, as if to say it were none of my business how she chose to punish her own daughter. "Yes it should be over now, but I have to tell you it cannot be, and now I explain how it is to be even more terrible for little Carole." I was really taken aback by this, Mme Dulac was clearly having a big guilt trip about what she had just done to her only daughter. But, she was now going to continue? Surely not. We sat there in the kitchen listening to Carole's pathetic sobs and heart-rending pleas while Mme Dulac explained. Apparently she had known Carole had been seeing a boy and getting up to no good for some time. Such behaviour was very much frowned upon by the local community. Despite many warnings from her mother it appeared Carole found her boyfriend's touch irresistible. On the day in question, Carole had in fact sent her young companion home, bribed with sweets. Things had not gone to plan and Carole had since told her mother everything that had happened. All except the boy's name, she had apparently just given more details of her misdeeds to her mother while being questioned under the whip. Once the little companion had been sent on her way, Carole had met her boy under the bridge near the local canal. There they had caressed each other and kissed. They had also explored each other's bodies. Unfortunately the little companion had been seen going home on her own by her older brother who had been driving his truck out of town. He had been very upset to find the girl on her own with too many sweets and had asked where he might find Carole. By the time the little girl and her brother found them Carole and her boy had been getting into a very heavy session indeed. They were found under the bridge, Carole was leaning back against the wall with her panties around her ankles; the boy was crouching down between her legs. It was clear to the older brother that Carole was having her young bare cunt licked out by the enthusiastic boy. The older brother first sought to protect the little girl from the disgusting scene. In doing so, Carole's boy was alerted and ran without being identified. In the process he shoved the little girl down the canal bank, Carole had run all the way home hoping to lie her way out of the situation, leaving the little girl's brother to save his sister from falling into the canal. Mme Dulac had discovered Carole breathless in her room hastily putting on a clean pair of panties. Carole had admitted at this point part of what had been going on. This would have earned her a severe punishment and she would have simply had her legs whipped. However, within the hour, and just before I had come back to the house, there had been a knock at the door. Genevieve, the little girl, her Mother and big Brother were there. They were furious about Genevieve being nearly drowned, and shocked that neither Carole nor the boy had offered to help. They were even more determined that a local underage slut be seen to be punished for leading boys astray and ruining her mother's good reputation. To Mme Dulac's distress and Carole's eternal shame Genevieve's brother produced Carole's discarded panties that he had recovered from the scene. He went on to describe the heavy soiling. He pointed out that the wearer of these must have been in a highly aroused state. Even before they were removed to allow the boy to use his tongue on her cunt Carole must have been having her vaginal opening rubbed by letting the boy put his fingers inside her panties, or even worse, maybe his cock! They demanded that the identity of the boy be found out so they could notify his parents and protect him from being sucked in by the teenage temptress. This seemed so unfair, but Mme Dulac explained that it was common to blame the girls in these cases and that her reputation was in ruins. The only shred of credibility she could restore was to be seen to punish her daughter in the most horrible and extreme way. The more shameful the spectacle of Carole's punishment the more Mme Dulac would preserve of her tattered credibility. Genevieve's mother demanded that they would be allowed the satisfaction of witnessing Carole's punishment. They also demanded that the boy be present with his family. They eventually left to go and round up the spectator group, in the meantime they expected Carole's punishment to commence and progress until their return. They expected her to be punished for the danger she caused to little Genevieve, punished for withholding the boys name, and made ready to be punished for being a slut in front of the spectators. Part of the punishment would be to demonstrate to all the spectators that Carole was still physically a virgin. They would want to all inspect her hymen before the punishments proceeded. "People will come to see it, you will 'ave to see it. All of this is just zee warming up." Mme Dulac wept. "I will get everything ready, it takes a little time. Please you come back in 'alf an hour to sit with the people, to inspect the punishments." I did not know what to say, my head spun, I stood up and put my hand on her shoulder, "Of course, I will be here if you wish it." I said. I took a look over at Carole, still sobbing gently; she glanced back at me, her eyes pleading. I walked out of the kitchen to go up to my room. On the way upstairs I was in two minds. One part of me was guilty about the brutality going on the kitchen in front of my very eyes. Surely the police should be notified, even if such extreme whipping was demanded by local custom. The other side of me craved the experience of witnessing the scene. I had already soaked my own panties. The account of Carole having her teenage slit masturbated and licked drove me to the edge of orgasm. I resolved that I could probably do nothing to stop these people, and that the consequences for Mme Dulac and Carole could be worse if the punishments did not go ahead. The more I thought about it the more I fantasised about what it would be like to be Carole. I decided to take a shower to cool down, I stripped and put my soaked panties into the wash basket. I kept my own pussy almost bare and my bathroom mirror revealed how turned on I was. The hot tingling shower had me on my knees for a thrilling orgasm within seconds. I washed quickly and got out of the shower. I dried my hair and put it into a ponytail. I was very excited now and my heart was thumping. There was no doubt in my mind; I was going to relish this experience. I did not want to be too obvious but I wanted to do everything to increase the thrills I knew would overtake me. I dried off and applied deodorant under my arms, I put a little between my legs to make my pussy lips sting a little. I rummaged in my underwear drawer and found my black PVC bra and panties. These were what I sometimes used to drive the boys mad, but the tight shiny garments also excited me tremendously. The advantage was that the tight thong would not leak, so when I became aroused I would not embarrass myself by leaving a wet patch. I thought about wearing a nipple chain, but guessed that it may show through my clothes. As it was I knew my nipples would be quite obvious due to the PVC bra being a half-cup affair. Although my breasts are quite small the bra had the same effect as the belt across Carole's tiny buds. This thought caused a tingle to run up and down from my nipples to my clit which was firmly contained by the tight black thong. I then slid into my tightest jeans, wriggling the seam right into my PVC covered groove. I breathed in to zip the fly and walked around the room feeling very sexy. I topped off with a baggy sweatshirt, and slipped my trainers back on. I felt more than a twinge of guilt when I thought about using Carole's terrible misfortunes to get me off. There was a knock at the door and my heart leapt. This was going to be it. What would they do to that poor girl now? When I got down to the hall there seemed to be at least a dozen people taking off their coats. I introduced myself. Mme. Dulac was looking more composed. Her face was stern and purposeful. I looked along the hall and saw that the kitchen door was closed. Within the group of people in the hall were Genevieve's brother Paul who was a tall stocky man of a bout 20. His mother, who looked very agitated and annoyed. He spoke good English and introduced me to Marc, a young lad of about 17 and his Mother and Father. He was Carole's mystery boy. He was white faced and looked dreadfully uncomfortable as did his parents. "Allo Miss Suzanne, yes Carole is telling the name to get things over with. She will be well punished for causing this fine young man to be drawn into her wicked ways" I could not believe this was the same woman that I'd been talking to a little over half an hour ago. These people sure took their reputations seriously. There was also another couple, M. and Mme. Fournel who apparently taught at Carole's school. Soon Mme. Dulac ushered us along the hall and she opened the door to the kitchen. I was first through the door. There were enough chairs for us all to take a seat. Some chairs obviously borrowed and some brought in ufrom the small outside patio. They were arranged in two rows facing the punishment chair to which Carole was still strapped. Oh my goodness what a sight to behold. Carole looked at her audience with fear and shame all over her young tragic face. She still wore her blue Alice band in her hair, which was now looking rather tousled. Her sweater and Bra were as before pushed up to expose her tiny belted breasts. The nipples looked impossibly large and black atop the bruised reddened flesh. Her abdomen was bare to the waist where the short pleated skirt still clung. Her hips and legs however had been completely re arranged. Her legs were again raised up to her shoulder height. But this time a long plank of wood had been tied across the back of the chair. This allowed her feet to be attached at each end of the plank so that her legs were spread at full split. Her waist and wrists were fastened as before so that the stretching of her long slender legs revealed the most awesome sight. Firstly the backs of her thighs were very obviously coated in the welts left from the martinet. Her unscathed inner thighs were also exposed. Her thrashed buttocks were spread wide open revealing white flesh between and the tightly puckered anal sphincter at the centre. Above the neat little butt hole was the object of the crude and humiliating display. Carole's vagina was splayed wide open. The puffy skin of her mound was red, sore and showed where the riding whip had been used earlier. However her new position had pushed the injured tissue to the periphery and a chasm had opened in between. Her little sex hole was wide open. Spread above it were the gleaming pink labia majora. Crowning these beautiful tender petals was the miniature oyster of her labia minora, and for all to see the pink hard pearl of her clitoris lay vulnerable and unprotected. We all took a seat and had a completely unrestricted view. Mme Dulac had placed a lamp on the table that illuminated the scene so that every detail was plainly visible. Mark was made to stand to one side of Carole; he looked horrified at the cowering girl. His father started to explain something. Paul leaned over my shoulder from behind and translated. "Marc will be examined to see if he gets excited watching Carole. If he does he will get a sharp reminder that he must not lose control when there are sluts to tempt him." Marc was unfastening his fly and soon his penis was exposed to everyone. His father made him drop his trousers to the floor. Marc's young cock stuck right out of his Y-Front pants hard and erect, the foreskin peeled back from the glossy dome. His father muttered in disdain. From his pocket he produced a short piece of rubber flex with the end taped over. He gripped the base of his son's penis with his left hand and proceeded to beat the bulging end with the flex with short sharp flicks. Marc's erection soon died and he stifled the urge to scream with pain. There he stood tearful, cock now limp with his vigilant father watching for further signs of arousal. Mme Dulac addressed the room, her French too fast for me; again I felt Paul's warm breath on my neck. "She says Carole has been very bad, but she is only a foolish girl and not a whore. We must all go and see that Carole's hymen is still in place so we cannot say she is a whore." One by one we all went and stared into the poor girl's gaping cunt. Sure enough the silky membrane was stretched across her hole proving that nothing substantial had ever penetrated her vagina. Paul's mother was dismissive and pointed to the girl's anus. I could guess what she was implying. While this went on I noticed Carloe's white panties were still on the floor and that the pee had been left there for all to see. Carole was making her grating noise again as the men and women stared into her gaping slit and nodded approvingly. Paul's mother then produced what must have been the pair of panties left at the scene. Tiny pale blue lace ones, very sheer and typically French I thought, she turned out the gusset and showed everyone the stains, pushed them under Marc's nose and then into Carole's weeping face. "She says any girl her age that makes that kind of mess must be training to become a whore, so she should be punished like one." Paul related. We herd the whap! Whap! WHAP! Of the rubber flex again, Marc hopped and grimaced as his bulging cock was again brought down. Mme Dulac nodded in agreement, she had acted like a whore and we would all see her whipped like one. She picked up the martinet and swung it briskly through the air. The sound made me shudder and I knew I was starting to spill into my own panties. Carole looked up in disbelief as her mother stood in front and to the left of her and laid the tails of the martinet gently over her wide open slit. She adjusted a little so the very tips of the martinet's tails lay over the most sensitive and delicate tissue. Her arm pulled the tails down and the martinet swung behind her and over the shoulder to be brought whistling back down to the starting point with deadly accuracy and blinding speed. The tails recoiled off Carole's pussy and Mme Dulac's arm continued to windmill around and around. There was a loud slap each time the whip's tails lashed into the wet slit. Carole's squealing was inhuman, her body went into spasm and it looked like her young muscles would tear from her bones as she struggled with every ounce of her strength against the harsh bonds. The terrible beating continued with hard measured strokes, the martinet fizzed in the air as it lashed down between the desperate girl's legs. Her delicate lace covered feet were firmly strapped to the long plank. She was a very flexible girl, but if she had been pulled any wider I'm sure her hips would have dislocated. I watched her thighs start to perspire, the whip-scorched surface flexing and shuddering as she tried to pull her feet away from the ends of the plank. Her muscles tensed and visibly shook after each stinging impact burned into her now red and angry cunt lips. A gasping breath followed by a stifled squeal accompanied the rhythmic flexing of her muscles. I got so breathless as I watched, the reaction to each lash slightly delayed after the sharp slap of the impact. It looked just like she was straining to open her little slit wider to accept the next stroke. I had to change my seating position to stop my legs from trembling as I imagined stretching my own wet vaginal lips to allow the whip to burn me in my most secret places. Maybe Marc had been thinking on similar lines because there was the staccato sound of the rubber flex whipping the end of his engorged cock playing counterpoint to the martinet's measured strokes. Paul whispered in my ear, "twenty nine, thirty" He was counting Carole's lashes good god thirty lashes with that long leather tailed whip on her poor unprotected labia, not to mention her tiny little clitoris which we had all seen during the inspection. And still the lashes came. Carole had lost the rhythm now the flexing of her muscles was causing her pelvis to twitch back and forth as far as the tight fastenings would allow this made her little whipped cunt wiggle up and down as if she were urgently frigging herself up against some invisible cock. Her eyes were rolling in their sockets; her cries less piercing but still animal in nature due to sheer exhaustion. I looked at her wet titties, soaked with tears and sweat with the rigid black nipples jutting forward above the damp leather restraint. The martinet still beat down on her jiggling pussy hard as ever. I could see her cunt lips had turned black and had swollen horribly. Her clit and the surrounding frills had also darkened and puffed up so that her once tiny pink bundle of nerve endings was now poking up hard and bruised and even more exposed to the stinging tails of the whip. There was a spattering noise; she was releasing her bladder again, intermittent spurts jetting out from the inflamed and smarting mass of vaginal flesh. Mme Dulac did not falter, the whip continued to mete out its vicious torturing pain. The piss splashed from the whip's tails and squirted out from the girl's stinging pee hole between each lash. "Thirty nine, forty" Whispered Paul. The sight of young Carole jerking her open pussy so urgently against the whip, and then the piss coming like little ejaculations had me in floods; I closed my eyes and breathed out long and slow as I came in my tight PVC thong. I was terrified Paul would notice my face must have been bright pink. As I recovered the final lash was delivered; Mme Dulac turned towards the audience, out of breath, sweating profusely trailing the whip on the floor, the wet tails leaving their mark on the bare concrete. Her voice was weak and shaky as she invited us all to come and take a close look at her daughter's punished slit. As we filed past Mme Dulac gave Carole some water through a straw; the girl could not control her breathing sufficiently to suck on the straw efficiently and a lot was spilled. Carole's little black skirt was wet now, soaked in pee and sweat. I leaned over as the others had done to closely inspect her trembling vagina. The whole area between her thighs and buttocks was now purple or black, some flecks of blood oozed out of the painful black blisters where the skin was broken by repeated whipping. The gaping hole we had peered into earlier was almost closed now due to the swelling of the punished flesh. The delicate pink labia looked like black knotted leather around the purple wet inner recesses of her slit. Above, her bare thrashed mound was covered in hard purple welts and in the centre where the groove of her slit started the engorged red mass that had been the labia minora erupted around the glistening black cherry if her battered clitoris. I felt the heat on my face, I was sure I could see her clit throbbing with the agonising pain, and I could smell her, strong and pungent the mixed scent of cunt, piss and blood. After everyone had peered and sniffed to their satisfaction we filed back to the seats, I took a look at Mark, still standing with his cock out, and although limp the end was swollen and bruised and I noticed a small bead of fluid forming at the very end. I started to wonder what would happen and expected everyone to start gathering his or her things and get ready to go home. But we sat there, the other's seemed expectant, I wanted to go up to my room and masturbate. Mme. Dulac had placed the martinet on the table and was now washing Carole's face with a cloth; she gently dabbed her breasts also, and then mopped carefully between her legs. Carole gasped at the touch of the cloth on her punished cunt. Once the dabbing and fussing was over, Mme Dulac clasped her daughter's terror stricken face in her hands, looked her in the eyes and nodded to her. She then stood up and moved away. The room was silent. Paul and Genevieve's mother looked very agitated, expectant even. Then, Carole spoke. A tiny wavering voice, speaking slowly and deliberately interrupted occasionally by the involuntary sobs and gasps that her distressed state demanded. I felt Paul's presence at my shoulder again. " She is apologising to my mother for causing the terrible accident to Genevieve. She wants my mother to be satisfied that she is very sorry. She invites her to take the whip to the insides of her thighs so they will be scarred like the backside. Also she invites my mother to give her two dozen lashes anywhere she chooses to be sure that the punishment is completed to her satisfaction." I was so shocked; this poor tortured girl, inviting someone to give her yet another whipping. This was too much. The woman got up quickly, her face a picture of determination and boundless cruelty. She was dressed in slacks and a short sleeved blouse. A fit and wiry woman of about forty, she marched over to the table, reached out and grasped not the martinet but the long thin riding whip. Mme Dulac gasped; Carole started her horrible noises again. The woman was determined. Not the martinet! The horsewhip! Mme Dulac capitulated and sat down with her head in her hands. Paul's mother spent some time examining the shiny black whip. It had a short leather tail at the end; it tapered from the handle down to this whippy end and was covered in fine woven strands of polished black leather. I'd guessed from the way it had been used on Carole earlier that the core was fibreglass. Whatever horrors the martinet was capable of, this would be a lot worse I was in no doubt. The woman approached Carole, whip in hand, slashing it through the air. It made a shrill sound and bent almost to a right angle between the handle and the whippy tail. She lectured Carole, rested the whip at the tender top of her inner thigh and stroked it along almost to the quivering knee joint. This was repeated on the other leg. "She tells her where she will be getting it" Paul whispered unnecessarily. His mother then leaned over the girl and very visibly sniffed at her slit. She went back to her seat mumbling. "She smells like a whore" Paul gloated. His mother took a small perfume spray from her purse and went over to Carole, the cruel bitch squirted three times onto the tortured cunt flesh. As she replaced the perfume Carole recoiled and began to writhe and squeal as the burning pain seared into her from every nerve in her tender slit that had been sprayed with cologne. The woman stood over the hysterical girl horsewhip at the ready. It started. We all drew a sharp breath when the high pitched swish ended in the most sickening crack! The whip end had cut into the white flesh of Carole's thigh very close to the blistered area surrounding her burning punished vagina. Carole's voice was not able to do justice to her scream, again the terrible sound. This time on the opposite side of her cunt, mirroring the first shot. Third cut, two inches further down the thigh from the first. Fourth cut, exactly the same on the other leg. The woman was strictly methodical, merciless and brutal. The whip was leaving hard raised welts. Purple and black tramlines quickly appeared, as did small drops of blood trickling from the blazing wounds. Carole was trying to thrash her hips about again. But she was held fast and her supreme effort only caused her cunt to move up and down, twitching and shuddering between the awful cuts from the singing whip. The whip cracks ceased, Carole's pathetic squealing continued. She had taken twelve bloody cuts on each thigh, the once smooth white flesh carved into deep red and black furrows by the burning tip of the horsewhip. The cruel woman stood and surveyed the workmanship with a smug smile. We all did, we knew it was not over though. Mme, Dulac was distraught but had to accept the situation. Carole was babbling in a world of pain and agony far from us. During the horsewhipping Carole had produced a stream of clear mucus which oozed out of her blistered vagina and over her anus, long thin strands dripped to the floor. Marc was having his cock whipped again by his scolding father. The boy yelled in pain this time as the rubber flex beat down on the already whipped and purple glans. Once his cock was limp again he was told to put it away and put his trousers back on. Meanwhile Paul's mother was strutting about swishing the whip and intimidating the terrified girl as she decided where to place the next twenty-four strokes. She pointed the whip's tail at the dripping strands of mucus. She coated the end of the whip in the slimy discharge then held the whip against Carole's glistening pink anus. Carole guessed what was going to happen, the only really sensitive spot left which had not been directly beaten was her twitching pink butt hole. She cried bitterly pleading not to have the horsewhip applied to her tender anal sphincter. The woman took no notice, she'd almost accused Carole of being penetrated there and now she was going to whip it good and hard. She positioned herself to get a full swing and to bring the tip of the whip right on to the centre of the puckered hole. Crack Crack Crack! Went the whip. Carole almost unble to respond now, translated her best efforts into stifled yelps and a delayed wiggling of her backside which again made her look as if she were trying to push her butt hole up into the path of the whip. Paul's mother did not waste any time fast hard and furious the cuts came one on top of the other as the tender muscle twitched and swelled and went black with the terrible blistering cuts. I had counted eighteen, when the onslaught stopped. Could that be it? Will she let poor Carole off the last six cuts? No! She beckoned Paul over to her and spoke quietly to him, and then she said something to Mme Dulac who just shook her head. Paul went to the side of the stricken girl and put both hands between her legs. He used his thumbs to spread the squealing girl's pussy so wide that I thought she would tear. Her clit stood up proud and below was revealed the inner walls of her vaginal opening which still had their reddish pink hue. Carole renewed her pleas for mercy with desperate urgency when she realised her clitoris was going to be horse whipped. The whip's tail was placed along the groove and the very end rested on Carole's sticky hard and swollen clit. She squealed at the merest touch on the punished bundle of nerves. The whip swung, the people gasped, Carole screamed long and loud, six blistering strokes to go and I was ready to come again, for the third time pee squirted from Carole's tortured pussy as the hard burning whip slammed into her white hot burning clit again and again. They had all gone, I had seen them all to the door while Mme Dulac set about releasing her semi-conscious daughter. After I closed the door I went upstairs, I needed to pee and I also wanted to pleasure myself. I went to the toilet and was quite shocked at the mess I had made inside my panties. I changed, thought about masturbating but decided to go back down to see how Carole and her mother were coping. I was amazed to find Carole standing with her shaky whip scarred legs spread apart, and her body leaning forward over the table. Her mother was sitting behind her rubbing salve into her welts and cuts. They both looked over to me and Mme Dulac beckoned for me to sit where I was. Carole fixed my gaze. The application of the ointment proceeded up the punished girl's thighs and on to her blistered buttocks. Occasionally she murmured in pain and often directed her mother's attentions between her legs. Mme Dulac seemed reluctant to nurse her daughter there, and would continue to treat the buttocks and thighs. Carole moaned and spoke briskly to her mother; she shuffled her feet further apart and tipped herself further forward. Her mother sighed and took a little more salve on her finger, which she then placed, between Carole's legs. Carole stared at me; her eyes regained some of their smug aloof quality. Her mother massaged ever so gently, Carole's eyes rolled and as I watched she smiled the most gorgeous smile right back at me holding my gaze once more she shuddered and yielded to her blissful orgasm.

GRANDDAD'S GAMES BY MEMORIES Part 4 On Friday Grandad said that he knew that I liked being tied up and having sex and that he had planned a whole weekend for me, playing like that. Once we were in the car he said he would need to blindfold me so I didn't know where we went and I let him stick some patches over my eyes and put sunglasses on me so no one would know. He drove for about 20 minutes and stopped and he helped me out and told me we were going to meet some people and to just relax and be honest if they asked me any questions. He said no one was going to force me to do anything and it was up to me if I still wanted to play or not. I told him that I did but I must admit I was a bit scared. He led me somewhere and there were other people there. Someone put wristbands on me and my hands were fastened above me and either side of me so I was standing in a Y shape. A woman asked me my name and I told her. Then she asked my age and then she asked me if I was here willingly and I said yes. She told me that she had been told that I liked bondage and being dominated and having sex when I am tied up and was that true and I said yes. Then she said if I wanted to stop now was the time but if I didn't say so now then I would be their's till Sunday afternoon so I didn't say anything. She took the pads off my eyes and I was tied to a fence next to a swimming pool. The fence had round things on the top and some elastic stuff tied round them that was clipped onto my wrist bands. The woman was about 45 and Grandad was sitting at a table with a man who turned out to be the woman's husband and there was another table with two more men. All the men were around 50 I think. The woman put a ball gag on me, which was hard cos the ball was too big and she put a green collar like a dog collar with a little box on it around my neck. She said that all around the garden and some parts of the house and grounds were off limits to me and that if I went near an 'off limit' place the collar would bleep and if I ignored that it would give me a shock. She said they were made for dog training and she showed me a remote with a button that if she pressed it, it would give me a shock. The house is a big manor house that must have cost millions and there were huge lawns and woods there but where we were was fenced on 3 sides and with the house on the other so I couldn't see anything else. The woman let me go from the fence and clipped my hands behind my back and clipped a lead to the collar and led me over to where the two men were sitting and made me stand next to one of them. He ran his hands up my legs under my skirt and squeezed my bum then he pulled me onto his lap and squeezed my boobs and felt my stomach. The woman said they had never had anyone as young as me to play with so it was obvious that they did this stuff lots. The man was quite gentle and when he let me go she led me to the other man at that table and he did the same except when I sat on his lap he pulled my skirt up and my legs apart and rubbed me between my legs which I liked. Then the woman led me over to the man sitting with Grandad and he felt my breasts and then pulled me across his lap, lifted my skirt and gave me six hard smacks on my bum. It hurt but I didn't cry and he liked that and the woman took me back to stand in front of the tables and took off the lead and undid my hands and went and sat with Grandad and her husband. She told me to undress for them and I decided it was time to resist so I shook my head and just stood there. The woman told me again to undress and when I didn't she picked up the controls for the collar and it started beeping. She said if I hadn't started undressing by the time the beeps finished I would get a shock so I just stood there. I didn't realise how much the shock would hurt and I tried to tear the collar off but all I could do was twist it around to shock a different part of my neck. I was on the ground now and the woman said as soon as I started undressing the shock would stop so I pulled my shoe off and it stopped.. The woman made me stand up and take the rest of my clothes off so I started with the other shoe and then took my shirt and the skirt off. They liked it when I took my bra and thong off and made me turn around for them. The woman told me to get into the swimming pool and swim up and down till she told me I can stop. She said that I should swim normally one way and on my back the other way and that if I stopped without permission she would shock me. Luckly the water was nice and warm and I got in and started swimming up and down like I had been told. It wasn't a huge pool and I counted 60 lengths before I began to get tired. I wanted to ask to stop but with the gag in I couldn't so I just kept looking up at her but all she did was smile and tell me to keep going. By 80 lengths I was struggling to keep going and she told me that I could stop once I had done 100. I just managed to do the 100 before I got cramp and she had to help me get out of the pool and got me to lay on a sun lounger as she massaged my legs till I could stand again. After I was better she got me to stand between two posts that were thick like telegraph poles but shorter and she stood on a stool to fix my arms to the tops and then she tied my legs to the bottoms so I was standing like an X between them. An older man like a butler came out with a tray of tea and I caught him looking at me loads as he served them all. There was a dog there too and he kept sticking his nose up between my legs even though the woman kept telling him off but the men thought it was funny. While they were having tea the woman asked me if I'd like to give the men a blow job and I shook my head no. I expected to get another shock but she picked up a small whip with lots of bits hanging from it and started hitting me gently on my back and bum. At first it didn't hurt but the more she did it the more it stung. She was hitting me continuously left right left right up and down my back, the top of my arms, my bum and the tops of my legs. When she started I had thought I could take it but the more she did it the more it hurt till I was crying and nodding that I'd do it. At first she didn't notice I was nodding and she carried on doing it but when she took a break and walked around the front of me she asked me again and I kept nodding yes. They played a game to see who I had to suck first. They had a toy bow and arrow, the kind you have a sticky top on but they had taken the top off so it just ended in the wooden end. The woman said that the man who got it nearest my left nipple got to get sucked first. She put an orange bucket over my head to protect my face and I stood there waiting for the wooden arrow to hit me. At first they all missed but the first one to hit me bounced off the top of my leg. It didn't hurt much just a little so I wasn't worried after that. One arrow hit my stomach and another grazed my arm before the last one hit the bucket. I was glad the woman had put it on me. I was untied and led to one of the two men and pushed down to kneel in front of him. The woman told me to get on with it so I unzipped him and took his trousers and pants off. He was hard already and was about 6 inches long. I decided it was best to be willing so I kissed and licked the end and teased him before taking him inside my mouth and licking my tongue around him. Men like the feel of the stud in my tongue and he was soon moaning as I swallowed him into my throat and worked hard on making him cum. He didn't touch me but just sat there until he cummed in my mouth. I did what Grandad likes me to do and opened my mouth to show him some of his cum before swallowing it and cleaning his cock up with my tongue. The next man was the other one on the same table. He was very well dressed and everyone seemed to look up to him. The other man had asked if he wanted to go first but he had said that the first man had won so he would wait his turn. I took his trousers and pants off and he had a long thin cock about 8 inches long. He was leaking a bit so I licked that off and then sucked him off too. I had trouble swallowing all of him cos he was so long but I got there in the end. He had one hand on my head and the other on my boob while I did it but he didn't hurt me. He cummed a lot like he hadn't done it for a while which made me smile. Next was the woman's husband. He already had his trousers off and as soon as I took his cock into my mouth he grabbed two handfuls of my hair and started pulling me on and off his cock and making me choke on him. He wasn't very big only about 5 inches but he was quite thick. The woman grabbed my hands and held them while her husband used me and he lasted for ages before he cummed. Last was Grandad and I was used to him. He just let me work on him and told me how well I was doing until he cummed too. The woman sat on a chair and pulled her knickers off and told me to come and eat her now. At first I said no way but she pressed the button on my collar so it started beeping so I crawled over to her and she opened her legs wide and pulled my head down between them. She kept telling me what to do and what she liked and my tongue hurt from pushing inside her. The dog kept sticking its nose up between my legs while I was doing this and the men all thought that was very funny. The woman got me to start frigging her wit my fingers while I licked her clit until she cummed too and then she made me clean her up with my tongue. She tasted a bit musky but she wasn't too bad. After that the woman took me into the house, which was huge and took me upstairs to a bedroom. On the way she showed me that there were some parts of the house I couldn't go to and if I tried the collar started bleeping. She showed me into a lovely bedroom with a four poster bed and its own bathroom. She showed me a lovely red dress that I was to wear for dinner and she left me there to have a shower. By now it was 8:30 and I had a shower and did my hair. The drawers had some lovely underwear in them and there was a lovely necklace and earrings on the dressing table for me to wear. The dress was dark red and reached the floor and had a slit up the front to the waist. When I stood up you couldn't see anything but when I walked it showed off my legs and when I sat down you could see up to my belly button. I wore a red lacy push up bra that made my breasts almost pop out of the dress and a red lacy thong. There were some hold up stockings so I wore those as well as I thought it would look good and a pair of 2 inch heels that matched the dress. I felt really sexy. The old man who was the butler came and told me it was time for dinner and I saw he was looking me up and down as I walked past him and went down stairs. He showed me where the dining room was and the others were all waiting for me. The rooms in that house are beautiful with loads of wood and the lights with crystals hanging down and really old pictures and furniture. The table had loads of silver and nice glasses and the men were all dressed in diner suits. I have never been anywhere like that before. The woman got me to sit on a chair at the side of the room and I noticed all the mens eyes were on my panties so I crossed my legs but the woman told me to uncross them as the dress was designed to show me off to the men. I had a glass of champagne with a strawberry in it and had to go around and speak to each of the men and let them touch me. All the men put there hands between my legs and inside my thong as I was talking to them and I was quite wet by the time they had finished and we sat down. We had melon and ham to start with and tiny chickens afterwards. I was given several glasses of wine and all the men seemed interested in knowing about me and my school and exams and stuff. When Grandad said about me doing Gymnastics they wanted to see me do the splits and they made the old man make a space on the table and I had to climb up on it and do the splits in front of each of them so they could play with my pussy while we waited for pudding. My breasts were bulging out the top of the dress which was very tight and the woman's husband pulled the dress down and my breasts up so they popped out for everyone to see. When he let go of the dress my breasts were pushed up and were completely uncovered and I was made to go back and do the splits again in front of everyone so that they could play with my breasts as well. The woman's husband was rough again and twisted and pulled them making me cry but the tall man kissed them better for me which was nice. We had strawberries and cream and then the woman said they were going to raise some money for charity and I was going to be auctioned for the night to the highest bidder. She clipped my hands together behind my back and put the dog lead back on me and led me out in front of the table. The thin man won with 6500 pounds and the woman's husband was not happy about it. She led me to the man and handed him the lead and the control for my collar and he pulled me onto his lap and put his arm around me. When we went into the sitting room he sat in an armchair and again I sat on his lap and while they were talking he played with me sticking his finger up inside my pussy and gently squeezing and pulling my breasts and nipples. The men were talking about things like the price of copper and silver and were advising each other what to buy and sell and stuff like that. The old man came in and the woman asked if the thin man whose name was Andrew wanted him to take me upstairs and prepare me? He said yes and handed the lead and control to the old man who led me up to a bedroom where he unclipped my hands.. Once I was there he told me to undress and while I did he took the covers off the bed and just left the bottom sheet and the pillows on it. He got me to use the loo and have a shower and dry my hair. He laid a big pillow like thing that was round across the four poster bed and got me to lay on the bed so the pillow thing was under my bum and to spread my arms and legs wide apart. Then he fastened me spread-eagled on the bed so my pussy was stuck right up into the air. He put some more pillows under my head so I was looking down my body and he tied a strap around my leg just on my knee and thew it under the bed and tied the other end tight to my other leg so my knees were pulled wide apart. The straps all had something on them that clicked as you tightened them up and he went around each strap tightening it until I was stretched as tight as he could get me. He ran his hands up my legs and over my pussy and across my tummy. Then he felt my breasts and pulled on my nipples and then he stuck his fingers up inside me and twisted them around a bit before making me suck them clean. The man called Andrew came into the room and the old man asked him if he was satisfied with how I was prepared and when Andrew said yes very, the old man left. As he sat on the side of the bed and played with my breasts he told me he had never had sex with anyone as young as me and he was really looking forward to it. He went into the bathroom and showered and came out naked. His cock was longer than ever and he lay on the bed by the side of me and started playing with my pussy, opening it with his fingers and rubbing them inside me. He rolled over on top of me and I could see down between our bodies because of all the pillows under my head. I watched as he pushed his cock into me and saw it slowly disappear inside. He was very long and I could feel it all the way inside me as he started fucking in and out. He didn't take long before he was slamming his body against mine and although it was hurting my arms and legs and knees I was soon cuming as he did it hard. He lasted about ten minutes before he came. He shoved himself hard inside me and held it there as it jumped as his cum came out and then he collapsed on top of me. He lay on top of me for about 15 minutes and I thought he had gone to sleep then he rolled off and lay there looking at me and running his fingers over me. After just stroking me for Ga while he got up on his knees and sat on my chest telling me to suck his cock hard again because he wanted to fuck me again and again. I sucked and licked his cock and used my tongue to twirl around it and clean it up and he started to get hard again. He started pushing forward into me as if he was fucking me and soon he was choking me as it got longer and harder again. He pulled out and told me I was naughty for trying to make him cum instead of letting him fuck me which wasn't true cos I hadn't tried to stop him really. This time when he fucked me he lasted over an hour and I had pins and needles in my arms and legs before he finished and came inside me again. He definitely went to sleep this time and so did I but he woke me up some time later when he untied me. He asked me if I wanted to go have another swim and I said yes so we both had a shower together and he washed me while I washed him and then we went downstairs to the pool. He wore a bathrobe but made me go naked. The pool was all lit up and looked lovely and we both swam naked in it and he kept catching me and kissing me and feeling me up. His cock got all hard again and he sat on a sun-lounger and got me to sit on his cock so it was right up inside me while he held my hands behind me and then he got me to fuck myself on him till he cummed which took ages and after he made me clean his cock up again with my mouth. We went back to bed and in the morning the butler brought in tea for us both. After we had drunk it I had to suck him hard again and climb on top and fuck myself on him till he came. I had a shower and he suggested that I have a swim so I took it that he wanted me to go and went downstairs to the pool with just a towel on. I swam about for a bit and the woman's husband came out and watched me while he drunk his coffee then he told me to get out and when I did he grabbed my hands and fastened the clips together behind my back. He pulled me across some sharp stones that hurt my feet and into a garage with a land rover in and held me against the wall with his hand around me neck. He kicked his trousers and pants off and pushed my legs apart before holding his cock in one hand and guiding it into me. He was fucking me up against the wall and my feet were off the ground with the force of his fucks. He still had one hand around my throat and I felt very scared cos he was calling me loads of nasty names. I think he really hates girls maybe cos his wife tells him what to do all the time. He had me cuming lots before he slammed me hard against the wall and cummed inside me. Pulling out of me he pushed me to my knees and I started cleaning him up before he could get cross with me. Afterwards he wiped my pussy over with an old rag to clean it and led me back to the house telling me to get dressed if I wanted some breakfast. I went upstairs and someone had put a pale blue bikini on my bed so I guessed that was what they wanted me to wear so I had a shower and put it on. I found the others in a room having breakfast and gave Grandad a kiss and hug like I normally do. He said I should do the same to the others so I hugged and kissed them all. The woman told me that I was free to do what I wanted until 10:30 when I would have my riding lesson so after breakfast I explored the garden and woods and went for another swim and lay around. The butler came and found me and told me to go with him just before 10:30 and he led me down into the basement and took me into a room with loads of toys. It was a dungeon and had chains on the walls and a beam that could be raised and lowered and a horse for tying people over and loads of whips and things with spikes and a workbench with ropes on the corners and clamps and stuff on. He told me that I was going to spend the afternoon down here so I should make the most of my morning then he led me back upstairs to the stables. The horse was beautiful. He was a 17hh stallion and he was a grey. The saddle had a bit added which was exactly where my pussy would be and I knew that I wasn't just going to be having a nice ride. The woman got me to take off the bikini while the men watched and clipped my hands together behind my back. She tied a belt around my arms just above my elbows and pulled it till it hurt and that made my breasts stick out more and she told me it would make me sit up straight. She got her husband and Andrew to lift me onto the horse which they enjoyed doing. She fingered me a bit and then got me to scoot forward so that the dildo thing that was attached to the saddle went inside my pussy. It was about 8 inches long and about 4 inches were inside me. Then she clipped my hands to the back of the saddle and tied a loop from my knees to the front of the saddle on both sides. This kept my knees bent so I couldn't do what I normally do when I ride which is rise in the saddle. Then she led me around the sand school and the men were commenting on how I looked like lady Godiva. She pressed a button on the front of the saddle and the dildo thing started buzzing inside me then she flicked the horse with her whip and it started walking. As the horse walked I was pushed backward and forward on the saddle and the dildo pushed further inside me. I didn't last long and had an orgasm within minutes and couldn't help making a noise, which the men all laughed and commentated on. The woman was standing in the middle and had the horse on a long reign as it walked around in circles. She had a schooling whip which is a very long whip that is stiff for about 5 foot at the handle end and then has one piece of braid about 5 foot long that splits at the very end into several bits for the last 2 inches. It makes a loud crack when you crack it in the air and normally you just touch it on the horse and he knows what to do. I tried very hard to be quiet when I came the second time but as I moaned she flicked the whip against my leg making me yell and stopping me cumming and leaving a red mark. I tried to grip the horse with my legs but I was being pushed forward and back with every step he was taking and the dildo and saddle were soaking wet where I was cumming so much and dripping over them. The woman kept flicking me with the whip on my legs and arms and several times on my shoulders. Each time I yelled cos it hurt but several times the men shouted encouragement to her wanting her to do it more. After some time her husband took over and made the horse trot and cos I couldn't do a rising trot because of my knees being tied forward I was thrown back and forward hard on the saddle making the dildo smash hard into me and hurting me inside. I was still cumming lots but it was beginning to hurt. It hurt even more when he flicked the whip against my breasts and I screamed when he did that. I don't know how long he did it for but because my hands were tied behind me I couldn't do anything to protect myself. Several times he got me right on my nipples and that hurt worst but he whipped all over my stomach too and every time it hurt. He kept making the horse switch between walking and trotting and changed it so it went the other way too so he could get to the side that wasn't being hit. I had so many orgasms I lost count and I must have fainted cos I woke up and I was laying on a sun lounger. The woman washed me off and put some cream on me and told me I could rest till after lunch and I fell asleep. The old man woke me up for lunch and we sat at the table by the pool. The men said it was a shame I had passed out cos they all had hard ons that needed satisfying after watching me ride but no one touched me during lunch. After lunch they let me relax and I sunbathed and then swam when the woman suggested it. She made me shower to get the cream off first and I could see all the red marks from the whip all over my front and legs. About 3 in the afternoon I was told to dry off and go down to the dungeon by the old man and when I got there they were all waiting for me except Grandad. I asked about him and the woman said he didn't want to watch. I was frightened that Grandad wasn't there as I had to take off my bikini again and let them tie my hands to the ropes that hung down from the ceiling. The men pulled on the ropes till I was only just touching the floor and then they tied my legs to ropes and pulled them wide apart and tied them to rings in the floor so I was hanging by my hands. The woman pushed a ball gag into my mouth which was a kind of solid plastic ball with lots of holes in it and went right behind my teeth. She got a short flogger type whip with a handle that was about six inches long and lots of leather strands that were about 2 foot long and whipped my back with it six times. Each of the men had a go and she showed Andrew and the other man how best to do it. It stung but it didn't make me cry out. I was dribbling down my front through the ball gag which I didn't like but because of the holes and the way my mouth was forced open I couldn't swallow. The woman's husband, who they called the Major, picked up a cane and gave me six hits on my bottom. He did it really hard and I cried out with each one. He said that is how it should be done but his wife reminded him I was here willingly and if he wanted me to come back he should bear that in mind. He said I wouldn't be there if I wasn't a nasty cunt who loved it and I saw his wife give him a nasty look. The other man whose name I never found out was given the cane and told to give me six strokes where ever he wanted. He hesitated and then said her breasts and stood to my side as he hit me on my breast. The first two he managed to miss my breasts and hit me just below but his third stroke hit me on the bottom of my breast hard and made me struggle and cry. He switched to my other breast but he didn't do it that hard again. Andrew wanted to cane me on my pussy but the woman said it would be better if my pussy was held open so he would be caning me in my pussy instead of just on the lips. She got two bulldog clips with string attached and clipped one to each of my lips, which was very painful and then pulled them and tied the string behind my back so my lips were pulled apart and held open like that. Andrew stood in front of me and flicked the cane up between my legs but hit one of my lips. It stung like hell and it made me yell and dance, which they all liked a lot. The next two missed my pussy and hit my legs which hurt a lot but not as much as the first one but I could see Andrew was getting cross as the others made fun of him. The next one hit me hard right in the middle of my pussy and I screamed and struggled as it hurt really bad and I was already sore there from the horse riding. Once I had stopped struggling Andrew hit me twice more but once on each side of my pussy deliberately so he didn't hurt me too much. The woman took the cane and got her husband to stand behind me and push my bum forward. She stood and played with my clit till it was hard and then stood off to one side and tapped me lightly on my clit with the cane. It hurt a lot and I danced and struggled and she pointed out that it wasn't necessary to hit hard to have the most effect. She caned me on each of my nipples twice and right on my bum hole once too. All of them were painful but she didn't hit any of them really hard. They let me down and tied my legs to the front of a table and pushed me back so I was laying on my back on it but with my legs on the floor and then tied my hands to the legs at the top of the table. It was very uncomfortable but they didn't care as each of the men fucked me laying like that. I was already sore and at first I was crying while they did it but soon I was having orgasms and enjoying it. All the men made me clean their cocks after they had fucked me and the woman made me lick her while the men were doing me. When they finished me she had a strap on dildo where one side went inside her and the other went inside me. Her side was all smooth and about six inches long but my side was knobbly and about eight inches long. She had trouble getting it right inside me even though I must have been stretched and she stood there like a man and fucked me hard with it while she twisted and pulled on my clit. The men were enjoying seeing a woman doing a girl and encouraged her to do me harder all the time. I could see she was having orgasms and so was I but she kept going for ages before collapsing on top of me. When she pulled out the men all wanted to see how much she had stretched me and if they could get there hands inside me. They tried but they were all too big but they each tried to see how many fingers they could get up me which hurt cos I was pretty sore by this time. They played with my pussy and breasts, putting pegs on my breasts and nipples and pussy lips and pulling them off one by one to make me jump. They made me cum loads of times with vibrators on my clit and in my pussy. They had a thing for killing flies shaped like a racket and they used that on my breasts and against my skin. It made my muscles go tight under my skin and hurt most when they touched it lightly on me as then a spark jumped from the thing to my skin making me yell. The Major told them that he would have one taken apart and put onto a dildo so they could shove it inside me next time. They put the bulldog clips onto my nipples which hurt a lot and put the string over a rail above me and each one added a weight until it pulled the clip off my nipple. The last one to add the weight was out and the other two did the same to my other nipple until that pulled free so the one who put the last weight on was out. My nipple was stretched up about six inches each time before the clip was pulled free and I screamed each time at the pain as it was pulled off. They shoved a hose up my pussy and washed me out inside and then each of them fucked me again except the woman who just made me eat her till she came and made me lick her all clean. I was untied and taken upstairs and told that I could rest until dinner time so I had a shower and went and layed by the pool and slept. The old man woke me with some tea and cake and I had another swim and relaxed around the pool before exploring the house a bit. Several places I couldn't go because my collar started beeping but it is a lovely house. They even had a suit of armour in the hall. I had a sleep in my room before dinner and the butler woke me up and told me to get ready. He got out a beautiful pale blue dress and a bra and thong to match for me to wear. I told him that the collar I had to wear didn't match and he said he would be sure to pass on my comment. Dinner was the same as the night before except I didn't have to do the splits but they wanted me to pull my breasts out of the dress right from the start and after the starters they had me take my thong off so they had better access to my pussy. The auction that night was for my bum and I noticed Andrew didn't bid much probably cos he thought someone else should have a go. The other man only went up to 800 pounds and I wasn't very happy when the Major won with 1000 pounds as I knew it was going to be painful. Instead of me sitting on the Majors lap he called the butler in and told him to give me an enema and he said that the butler could take his pleasure of me while he did it, which I guess was there way of making sure the butler kept quiet about what they did. He got me to walk in front of him and directed me down to the basement again. Once we got there he got me to kneel in front of him and he got his cock out and made me suck him off. He was pretty big and thick for an old man, bigger than the Major anyway. There was a big shower there and once he had cum he got me to strip and then gave me a towel to kneel on and got some cream and rubbed it on my bum. He stuck his finger up inside me and rubbed the cream inside me and then stuck the hose inside my bum and held it there while he turned it on. He filled me up till my stomach was bulging and then had me jump up and down before letting me go to the toilet to get rid of it. He did that four times and by then when I went it ws clean water coming out. He took me over to the table and played with me a bit, squeezing my breasts and fingering my pussy till he was hard again and then he turned me around and made me bend over while he did me from behind. I've always liked being done doggy style and he made me cum three times before emptying his balls inside me. He washed me out with the hose and cleaned me up before taking me naked up to the Major's bedroom, which was huge. They had the usual four poster bed but he didn't tie me on it. Instead he got me to bend over a chair like thing that had two padded rails, one that went under my tummy and against the top of my legs and the other that went across just under my breasts. I had to kneel on a pad on it so my bum was up in the air then he got me to spread my feet and tied them to each side of the thing so my legs were spread wide apart. He tied a belt across my back and fastened it to the rail against my legs and another one across my back at the top that fastened to the rail under my breasts. Next he tied my hands down to either side of the thing. I could move my bum and my head but not much else. Finally he put a belt over my back at the waist and fastened it down and pulled it tight so my back was arched and I was held really tight. He moved the thing and I realised that it was on wheels so he could push me around over so that I was next to the bed and then he tied my hair back into a pony tail so that it didn't cover my face and put a small ball gag on me. He went out of the room and came back after a little while and stood waiting until the Major and his wife came in. The major asked if he had used me and the old man confirmed that he had and that I was surprisingly tight still. I was blushing cos they were talking about me like I was a thing and not a person. The woman went into the bathroom and the man sent the butler away and started to undress. Every now and then he would rub his hands across my back and bum and up my legs and when he was naked I saw his cock was really hard. He pulled the thing I was on over to a chair and sat down. His hands went under my front and started to pinch and pull my nipples, twisting them and making me cry. He told me he loved it when I cried cos it made him even harder. He picked up a slipper and started smacking my bum with it while he pulled and twisted my nipples with his other hand. He smacked my face a couple of times but he didn't do it really hard. When his wife came back in she was wearing a short nighty and she sat on the edge of the bed. The Major wheeled me over so my head was between her legs and I realised why I was tied over this. He was going to do me in the bum while she made me lick and suck her till she had an orgasm. Cos the thing was on wheels the harder he did me from behind the harder I would be pushed into her fanny. The woman took my gag off and offered me a sip of drink, which I needed and then she pushed herself forward so my mouth was level with her pussy and told me to get busy. I started licking her there as the major watched and he kept squeezing my breasts like he was trying to get milk out of them. I got his wife to orgasm once before he walked around behind me and I braced myself for being bummed. He started by smacking my bum hard with his bare hand and then rubbing his cock up and down the lips of my pussy. He started to fuck me in the pussy and then pulled out and pulled my bum apart with a hand either side. When he started to push in it hurt but thanks to the enema and some cream the butler had left in me it wasn't too bad. I got a slap around my face for not concentrating on the woman's pussy but once he got his cock right inside me he was pushing my face so hard against his wife's pussy that I didn't really have to do very much. She had loads of orgasms while he bummed me but I never got any cos he didn't do anything to me that was nice. He lasted almost an hour and by then I was getting a sore face as well as a sore bum. When he cummed he shoved as deep as he could inside me and I felt his cock jumping as he squirted inside me. Once he finished he pulled me away from his wife and shoved his cock in my face and told me to clean it up. It still tasted nasty even though I had been washed out down there but I made a good job of cleaning it anyway. He collapsed onto the bed next to his wife and the two of them just laid there for a while and ignored me. When they moved again he went to the bathroom and while he was gone the woman made me clean her pussy up with my tongue. The butler came up and was told to take me around to the other guests and that when they had finished with me he could take his turn again if he wanted. He took me to Andrew's bedroom first and Andrew started fucking my pussy again and then did me in the bum till he came. He hurt up there cos he is so long but he didn't last long. Next it was off to the other man's bedroom. I was being wheeled about like I was a desert trolley and the thought made me smile. I think this man worked for Andrew cos he didn't seem to have much money compared to the others and he was always next to Andrew during the day. He pushed himself straight into my bum and fucked me there hard and fast until he cummed. I could feel it all dripping out of me and was a bit worried that they might have hurt me and that it might be blood. Next was Grandad and he sent the butler away for a while and asked me if I was ok. I said yes I was fine but asked why he had left me during the afternoon as I had worried about him not being there. He said that he didn't like it when I was being hurt so he had decided to leave us to it. He didn't want to do my bum so he just got me to give him a blow job and we talked until the butler came back for me. The butler took me to my own bedroom and asked if I could keep a secret. He wanted to watch his teenage son do me. I said that it was ok with me and that I wouldn't tell anyone and cleaned me up and gagged me and went and got his son. His son was a little older than me and by the time his dad got him to strip he was already rock hard. His cock was skinny and only about six inches long but it was already leaking and I smiled cos I knew he wasn't going to last very long. He chose to do me in the pussy first and although he didn't last very long all the fumbling down there at least gave me an orgasm at last. His Dad decided to show him how to do it and took me up the bum while he made me suck his son's cock till it was hard again. The butler didn't cum in my bum but held his cock as he cummed and walked around and let it go straight into my eyes which his son thought was great. When his son was hard again he did my bum too and tried to pull out and walk around to let it go in my face but he lost it and it went all over the floor so his dad just had me lick his cock clean for him. After that the butler untied me and helped me clean myself up and put me to bed but I could still feel the cum leaking out of me as I went to sleep. The Major woke me up in the morning by climbing into my bed. He gave me a cuddle and pushed my legs apart and lay on me and fucked me. He wasn't too rough and he kissed me and told me how much he had enjoyed playing with me and that he hoped my Grandad would bring me back again. After he had gone I had a shower and then a swim and went to breakfast. The woman told me that play ended at 2pm and that after that no one could touch me without my agreement. After breakfast they had a game of paintball planned. Each of the men were given a paintball rifle with a different colour and 20 shots. They had set up lots of stuff on the lawn and I had to hide in the stuff and they had to try and shoot me with the paintball guns. They had lines around the edge of the lawn and they couldn't come any closer but wherever I hid I was exposed to one side or another. The woman fixed a mask over my face so that I wouldn't get shot in my face and she got me to undress. She told them that they got 1 point for a shot that hit my body and that my head, legs and arms didn't count. If they hit my breasts or my bum they got two points and if they got my pussy or my nipples they got five points. They had 30 minutes to use up all of their shots. I went to the far side of the stuff on the lawn and waited till she called start and watched as the men split up and went around the boundaries. The first few shots missed me completely but then one hit my leg. It really stung and while I was rolled up holding it I got shot three times on my bum and back. Each one felt like I had been stung by a wasp and I tried moving around fast so that they missed me lots. It worked for a while and they used up lots of shots without hitting me but either I tired or their aim got better cos I got shot right on my left breast and twice between my legs all at the same time. As I screamed and fell down another shot got me right between the cheeks of my bum and I heard the woman call a timeout. I thought that she had stopped it to check on me but all she did was count the paint marks on me and wipe me clean again and advise me to keep moving and then she walked off and told them to fire. I got hit several more times on my back and bum but managed to avoid being shot anywhere else and then they stopped firing. I though that they had run out so stood up and started walking towards them but they had tricked me and I was caught in the open as all three men shot me at the same time. Two of them got my breasts and the other got me right on the nipple. I fell over and rolled up to protect myself and got shot several more times on the back and on my bum before they stopped. I was still rolled up when they came over to me and the woman counted the hits and said the Major was an easy winner. He got the others to hold me on my back and said if I was a wounded animal he would put me out of my misery with a bulett in my breast, maybe one in my mouth and one in my cunt. As he said this he ran the rifle over my body, prodding it against my lips, each of my breasts and the entrance to my pussy. For a minute I thought he was really going to push the rifle into me and shoot me but he didn't. Instead the woman sat on my face and told me to make her cum, the two men took a hand each and made me start wanking them and the Major got between my legs and started fucking me in the pussy. The woman had several orgasms and so did I before the men had all cum. The men I was wanking cummed all over my breasts and the Major cummed in my pussy so I realised what he had meant. I was taken back to the house and told to go and clean up and I went up and had a shower. The butler came into my room with some clothes for me while I was drying myself and asked to do me again and I let him fuck me on the bed. He was good at making me cum better than all the other men there. I got dressed and went down to the pool and we sat around with drinks until dinner which was really nice and then the woman took the collar off and said how much they had enjoyed playing with me and that she hoped I might come back again. I hugged and kissed all the men and the butler winked at me and then we got into the car to come home. Grandad made me wear the blindfold again for fifteen minutes before I could take it off so that I didn't know where we had gone. I asked about going back and Grandad said that if I wanted to then we could but that he would decide when it would be and that it would be a surprise when we did go. All the way home I could feel myself leaking their cum and when we got home went up for a shower. I checked over my body and apart from lots of red marks where the paintballs hit and a few stripes from the whips it isn't too bad. My pussy, bum and nipples are still sore but I really enjoyed it and want to go again.

LINDA'S BEACH HOLIDAY BY MORPHOS Our beach holidays came but once a year. During our very hot summers we would always rent our favorite beach house on a secluded strip of the coast. It was almost divine, no shops, unblemished beaches, all in a small community 20 miles from the nearest population centre. I enjoyed taking my family there each year, and watching them play in the open spaces and the clean ocean air that the Point offered to all who would visit her locality. My wife Cynthia is a beautiful creature, jet dark hair, 26 years and of small stature with a sweet set of 34Ds. Our daughter Linda was 8yo, budding, and although as not as extroverted as other children, was none the less a lovely duplicate of her mother. The beach house was the kind of place where lazing around was about the biggest goal of the day, relaxing in the warm morning reading a book, walking, surfing, or watching the wildlife that brazenly roamed around the locality oblivious to the potential harm that humans are capable of. On one such lazy morning my wife asked if I could take our daughter Linda down to the beach for a swim. I didn't mind and soon we were walking off to the beach with towels and surf-boards in hand. After a review of the local conditions I selected a area of beach where the rips appeared to be minimal and so we dropped our gear on the sand and raced off into the water. Linda's little black bikini complemented her sweet little posture to a letter as she raced off ahead of me into the smooth breaking waves. As we rested after reaching that area beyond the break, I looked back to see another 2 people entering the water and they appeared to be following us out into the surf. We decided to start catching the next set of waves as I helped Pat launch off on the largest of the set and she rode the swell almost to the point where the surf stopped and the gutter between the sand bank and shore began. . As I watched her begin her trek back out through the surf again, I noticed that the 2 men entering the water were talking with her and it all seemed cool as she was laughing as she paddled. They all seem to arrive at the same time and I said hi! as they were obviously sharing a laugh about something. They returned my welcome and commented what a lovely girl I have and was she my daughter? I quickly informed them that I was the proud father, and as they came closer there very large body mass became apparent. They were both at least 6 inches taller than me and obviously weighed much more as well and appeared to be in their mid to late forties. But their size didn't seem to bother Linda and so I was a little less concerned then perhaps I should have been. The biggest of the two men came closer to me and began idle chatter about the location and where they were staying and asked where we were staying, and I just told him up on the point. While he was talking to me I noticed that the other man was helping Linda on her board and she seemed ok but appeared to be moving or drifting away down the coast some what as this other guy kept talking to me. Finally I asked him his name and he said it was Blain. I told him mine was Roger and that I thought they were drifting away. Oh don't worry about Thompson he said, he's a surfing legend. Linda seemed to catch the next wave in and Thompson body surfed it in along side Linda and they seemed to again ride the wave into where the gutter to the beach began. They were now a long way away from me and as I began to move in the direction towards where Linda was, Blain grabbed my arm and then wrapped the other around. What's wrong he asked? I just want to get my daughter I said, but he held my arm while I looked over at Linda with this stranger that we had only recently met. I was becoming concerned. She's OK he said and he pulled me closer to him. As he held me he ran his hand down the front of my shorts and began to handle my balls in a very rough manner. I told him I'm not like that, and he laughed as he said that we're all like that!. This feels good doesn't it?..., and I was silent, you like that he said, and I just felt weird as he pumped my cock until it rose into its proud position. We were only in waist deep water on the sand bar and his actions were getting to me, especially without anybody else around, and I looked into his eyes while he kept masturbating me. I didn't know I liked this attention. When I looked again over to where Linda was they were now standing close together in the still waters of the gutter that ran between the surf break and the shore. They appeared very close and I could see that his hands were on her. As I tried to again more towards my daughter's direction Blain again stroked me very hard and said that Thompson likes your little girl, and as I looked at him in shock and he seemed very happy about the arrangement. I frantically broke his grip and started moving towards Linda but she was like 500 yards away and by now he could see me moving towards him. When I finally reached them he only separated at the last second and said they were all fine. Pat was floating on her back, her eyes were dilated and she had the strangest look in her eye like she was drugged. I walked her out to the shore and she was very quiet so I picked up our things we began to walk home. As we walked up the deserted beach I couldn't bare to think what he was doing with Linda and so I put it out of my mind. Thompson called out that she enjoyed the whole experience and smiled at me when I looked a him. And Blain said we'll see you around! She was ok by the time we got home to the beach house and Cynthia never heard anything of it. But thinking about it later it all seemed like a bit of a setup, and they were really after my little girl Linda. I asked her a couple of times when we were alone what happened and if she was ok and she wouldn't talk about it at all and just looked away. Latter that evening I had to drive into the nearest town for supplies and I went into the local bottle shop for some beverages when again I ran into Blain and Thompson. Blain cornered me in an isle and began rubbing me up in the shop while Thompson shielded Blain and also watched and smiled with approval. Look were sorry about today they said, and offered me a drink of whiskey in their van. I accepted and thought what the heck. Once in the back of their van they closed the sliding door and pored me a cup filled with whiskey and I just smiled and said thanks. As I sipped, Blain asked me if I had ever been handled by an older man before? I sipped again and stayed quiet. He said that I seemed to like what was happening to me in the surf. Again he asked me and I decided to mention my experiences at the park near my home when I was played for the under 9 soccer team. Oh tell us the whole story Blain said, and so I did. I remember that one toilet in particular, I began, in our local park that had the most obscene hand drawn illustrations that I had ever seen. The drawings were of a very high quality and I always pretended to go to that toilet block when ever I passed that way on errands or the like, just to stare at the drawings. The drawings were of 3 tall thin men having sex with a young boy in a very organized way. The boy was holding his cheeks apart and allowing one man to fuck his arse, while another held the boy's head over his own cock and was receiving oral sex, while a third man was holding the hips of the boy still so the first man could maximize his action. I remember staring at the drawings for long periods of time before leaving and returning again and again, such was the effect it held on me. On one such visit, after many visits, another person entered the booth beside me and so I was very quiet until he looked over the top and saw that I wasn't using the facility and only staring at the wall and said 'oh you like those drawings don't you? I remember looking into his crazy eyes and felt the lust I was feeling from looking at the drawings double and then quadruple as I secretly hoped for a sexual encounter. I remember being very scared and physically shaking when he asked if I would mind unlocking my door and letting him in with me. He said he wanted to show me something. I remember being very scared, he was so tall and I sort of knew that little boys got murdered sometimes but the excitement was to much, and when he asked again, very very softly, I nodded and unlocked the door, and I stood in the corner of my both as he entered and locked the door behind him. His smile was very wide and he said I did those drawings. Why I asked? To find little boys like you who like them he said. Oh I replied in a manner that may have been expected to an explanation of gravity. Would you like to be that little boy he said? Its ok to say so, he said, we're a long away from anyone here and no one knows except you and me. I just stared at him in freight and he took my hand and told me to stand on the closed toilet seat. I knew the toilet block being in the far corner of the park was a long way away from anywhere and that my best chance of getting out of this was to play along so I climbed up and stood on the seat. After silently staring at me for some time, he asked me take my shirt off for him and I was very excited and removed my shirt as asked.. As he then produced a nylon chord he looked into my eyes and told me what he wanted to do to me. What's your name he asked? Roger I replied. Well Roger, I want you to let me tie your hands over your head OK? Tell me its OK Roger he said, in a voice that suggested he might stop if I said no. I nodded it was OK and I held my hands together and he tied one end around my wrists and the other to the flush chain mount hanging down from the top of the toilet. After I was tied he ran his hands and mouth over my chest I became very scared and he sensed that and told me to calm down, ssssshhhhhhhh he would always say. He then began to lower my shorts and underwear and I remember feeling strange being tied up in the toilet, and naked. He then told me to stare at the pictures really hard and I did as he undressed himself and stood very close to me. He said that to be the boy in the drawing I had to let him hurt me, and was that ok he asked? When I didn't answer he began to handle my wee and pull it and squash it and pinch it and I remember letting the chord take my weight as I relished in the pleasure he was giving me. Good boy he would say, see your going to like this, now tell me its ok to hurt you, and he nodded in a way that made me nod and them said softly say its ok . .its ok..its ok Yes its ok to hurt me a little if you must, good boy he said, and I felt him begin to move my feet to the outer edges of the toilet lid. I saw him put some kind of cream on his hands and he slowly worked a finger up into my arse and wriggled it round until I moaned and he began to talk again. Have you ever been fucked before he asked..and when I said no he seemed pleased and said that he wants me to keep meeting him here on a regular basis and would I do that for him? I said yes and he said good boy and then began to work a second finger into me as I stood their tied, pulling on the chord, staring at him and groaning out loud.He then began to work his fingers in and out of me as he looked in my eyes and told me not to grip his fingers with my arse and go loose for him, and that he needed to loosen me up so I could be like that boy in the drawing ok, I nodded and he continued for what seemed like ages loosening me up and when his fingers had made me feel a little bit sloppy down there he stopped. He then turned me around and lifted one of his feet onto the seat alongside mine and without any further talk he began to work the huge head of his cock into my arse, as I groaned out aloud. I remember the pain in my arse and the feeling of having him deep in my bowel as he began to fuck meslowly first with long deep strokes and as I loosened even further, he began fucking me harder and harder and I leaned more and more on the chord hoping it would break but it did not. When he began to stoke me with again with long slow strokes going very very deep, he started to bite my back, and then he made me lean back so he could bite my chest and he kept fucking me until he said my ares felt like a sloopy cunt. Then he said you are going to keep coming back here so I can ruin you! UNDERSTAND! he yelled, and your going to let me aren't you ? Yes I whispered, and he loved it I could tell as he continued fucking me. My toilet meetings went on for some time like that until I eventually agreed to go to his house where all things devious things happened. I stopped my recount of my child hood stories there and drank my cup of whiskey in one go. That's quiet a tale Blain said and he reached over began lightly rubbing my trouser on the outside of my cock. Thompson again filled my cup and told me to drink it down and I quickly swallowed it all down. See, said Thompson, you enjoyed that secret little part of your life, having your arse fucked by a strange old man, Hey, didn't you? I had to concede that I did and your Linda said Thompson, wants to enjoy that secret part of hers life too! As they both stared at me Blain removed his pants and told me to take him in my mouth, and I was beginning to get hard from telling my story, and I couldn't resist and I kneeled down before him soon had Blain's cock pulsating in my mouth. Blain pulled out and told me to undress and after I did they both held me down on the single camp style bed. Blain began to rub his cock around my arse while Thomson began to talk about what he had done to Linda that afternoon. I really enjoyed playing with Linda today roger he said. That little girl of yours let me talk dirty to her and let me rub her all over Roger. What do you think about that he said? I was silent as Blain began to align the head of his cock in my arse and started to push only lightly as Thompson continued. You knew I was playing with her didn't you? Cause you did he said. YES I knew I said and I began moaning as the head of Blain's cock went into me and Thompson came closer and began to pull my balls really hard while Blain fucked me and he continued. I know she's a virgin and that she likes hot dirty talk, just like you as a boy. You know what I told her? When I had my hands down both sides of her little body I told her that your daddy knows what I'm doing to you and he let me take you over here so this would happen. Why do you think he let me take you away like that I told her I was now moaning at the mental and physical pressure I was experiencing. Once I had her in the still water, he said, she let me stare deep into her eyes while I handled both sides of her and the more it went on the more I could tell that she's' really your little girl. What do you mean?... Just like your story as a boy Roger, she is so deliciously honest and pure but secretly yearning for a sexual experience and Blain and I are so deliciously deliciously deranged, and she knows that, knows the danger, and wants more.. She want more he continued She was so honest in her eyes that I knew she wasn't lying when I showed her my erect cock and asked her if she had ever seem a mans' cock before? No was all she said. Roger I played with your little girl's button and it was just bliss to watch her eyes dilate as I told her she wanted to be fucked by 2 big men.and i just repeated it over and over again telling her that she wants to be fucked by 2 big menand you know she just went limp and moaned as I played with her . . . floating she opened her legs for me as wide as I wanted and just before you arrived she said ahhhh yes, take me away some place and enjoy me . . . . . Roger your little girl wants to be fucked by 2 big men what do you think about that? I couldn't say a word as Blain continued to fuck me. Roger, I want you to help us fuck your little daughtercan you do that for me Roger? Nnnnnnnooo, I got out, as sternly as I could manage, and Blain stopped in full stoke with me impaled on his huge rod.. She only a little girl for Christ's sake I said . .. . . Blain began to slowly wank me while Thompson continued.. Roger simply bring her to the same spot again tomorrow and let her decide ok? After all you your ok for your childhood experiences so why not ok? Thompson moved closer and began to suck my balls really hard while Blain continued fucking me and wanking me, when I was about to cum, Thompson stopped and said I'll tell you what, you can watch the whole thing by remote and if your not happy we can stop at any point ok? Just let her taste a little bit more Roger ok? As I came I called out OK! And I agreed to meet them in the morning at the same place on the beach . . . I dressed and drove home, slightly drunk. When I got home I told Cynthia that I had met some friends and that we had a few drinks and I went to bed while she watched her favourite TV shows. The next morning we all had break feast as usual and on cue I suggested to Linda and Cynthia that we all go the Beach, knowing full well that Cynthia doesn't like sitting on the sand. Oh you go with Linda she said and I'll make it worthwhile in a tone that suggested sexual favors if I behave myself. Linda was a little reserved about going to the beach and suggested that we try a new location. I said how about we going swimming at my place and then walk along the beach after that and check out the rocks over at the other point, Cool she said and I told Cynthia that we may be a few hours as it was about 8mile over to the other point. Sure Cynthia advised, I'll have something nice ready for you both when you return and I suggested that we get ready. I followed Linda downstairs to the bedrooms and noticed that she reached for a single piece swimsuit. I asked to where the black 2 piece for me, please I said and she smiled and said ok. But I must wear my wrap as mum said OK? Sure Cynthia was all to aware of men looking at our daughter and thought it always best cover as much up as possible, and how could I argue with that. We called out our goodbyes and headed off to the beach with towels in hand. Soon we reached the sheltered section of the beach near the point and began walking out to the center of the beach where the waves were larger. Again, like yesterday the beach was totally deserted. When I stopped and put down my towel in about the same spot as the day before, Linda, said isn't this the same place as yesterday. I just looked at her and smiled and said, lets go in the water and began running off into the water and as I looked behind Linda was removing her wrap and began walking out behind me. I stopped in the gutter between shore and the sand bar in water about waist deep and as I turned around I saw Linda just entering the water and the figures of 2 men entering the beach from behind the sand dunes. I knew who it was and as Linda came closer I said it not as cold as yesterday and submerged myself up to my neck and invited her tp join me. As Blain and Thompson entered the water I could see that they were only wearing skimpy little swimmers. I knew all this was wrong but there was a pit in my stomach aching to be enflamed and I knew that if Linda wanted this to happen I would be in sexual heaven. As Blain and Thompson dropped off their gear alongside ours, they separated as they entered the water. When Blain entered the water he was about 20 yards down the beach. As Thompson came closer to us Linda turned around and saw him approaching. She quickly looked back at me and was frightened. It ok Darling I said, nothing is going to happen that you don't want I said. She looked confused as Thompson came closer and stood behind Linda, and said Hi! in a friendly voice that belied his intentions. As I stood up out of the water, he motioned me with his hands to return down low in the water and Linda saw this and was supprised when I crouched back down into the water. Thompson, then put the palm of his hands lightly on Linda's shoulders and began to make a circular motion as he spoke; It so good to see you again so soon Linda, he said, I was hoping that you would return today and presto! Here you are! As I looked up at Thompson rubbing his hands on Linda's shoulders I felt the pit in my stomach begin to enflame, Linda looked at me, as Thompson moved his hands lower on her body and saw that I wasn't going to object. Blain came in closer and motioned me towards him but I couldn't move as I watched Thompson seducing my daughter with his touch. As Linda stood there in the arms of man giant by comparison, I noticed that her little nipples had become erect and were pointing straight out through her black bikini top. Blain finally came to me and stood behind me in the water and crouched down with me and slipped his hand into my pants and felt my cock between his 2 fingers. Thompson noticed Linda's nipples as he began to talk, Oh Linda he said, your little nipples are straining in that top, why don't we free them up in such a beautiful place like this. Linda was silent as her nipples grew even bigger and that remote glaze on her face had begun to return. I could sense that Thompson was all for pushing the situation as much as he could but I was shocked with what he came out next. Linda your dad is allowing me to play with you today, isn't that great! He said as Linda remained silent and still in the water, staring out to sea as 3 grown men stared at her. See I told you yesterday that your dad thinks this is ok and today you can see that it is! And you thought I was wrong and all the time it was you who was wrong, isn't that cute! Thompson then told blain to stop masturbating me in the water and that Roger should remove his daughters top before retuning for more attention. I was shocked with Thompson's direction and looked as Linda never moved. Now said Thompson, remove your daughters top for me now! As Thompson moved away I glided along the bottom of the ocean towards the rear of Linda and raised my self up. I untied the neck string and then the string positioned across the upper half of back. Tell me to stop if want I said to her, and her stare never flinched at all. The wet black cloth top sat loosely on her body as Thompson told me to remove the top. As I did, I dropped back into the water and glided back towards where Blain was and positioned myself in front of him before looking up to my daughter. The deserted open beach appeared an erotic place to sight my daughter's breasts for the first time. Thompson enjoyed the spectacle of my humiliation and moved in to claim his prize. Shes' a delicious little morsel our Linda and she's going to make a fine sexual feast for us all! As blain continued to masturbate me I was feeling off the planet as what was unfolding, Thompson was handling my daughter's breasts and begun long sessions of sucking on them until the entire breast became red from his attention. When he was finished he said quiet loudly so all could hear, I want to fuck you today Linda and your dad said its ok if you doshe was very quiet while he continued, Linda sweetie, we all want you to come back to our beach house so we can all play with you ok? Honey, look at me, and he asked again as he rubbed her genitals under the water, and stared deep into her eyes, come on back so I can make you feel so good . . . . I couldn't believe the excitement I was feeling from allowing these strange men to sexual taunt my daughter. You'll be in complete control of course, he said to her and if you or your dad say stop, hey guess what? We Stop! As he continued to work on her genitals Linda finally began to nod and then said lets go. As we all walked out of the water Linda was naked as Thompson had removed the bottom half of her bikini bottom and flicked it at me as we walked up the beach. Thompson picked up Linda's wrap and helped her dress as we all then moved up to their vehicle waiting behind the dunes. Thompson, Linda and myself all climbed in the back, as Blain closed the sliding door of the van and we drove off. There house was very remotely located in a section of bush some 2 miles off the main road. As we entered I reassured her that if you stop we stop, and she looked Blain and he nodded. The house has 2 bedrooms, side by side. The interesting thing was that there was camera in one room that was relying the content to the other room. Blain directed me into the viewing room and Thompson escorted Linda in the filming room. I immediately said that this wasn't mentioned and blain said that such a moment should be captured for posterity. Blain told me to have a drink and smoke while we watched. He bought 2 bottles, one scotch and the other vodka, and I told him I liked the scotch. Blain poured me a full glass of scotch and again said that if I want to stop things its ok! I said good as it was dependent upon Linda. After I drank about half of my drink I began to feel sedated, much more than the whiskey could have done, I was very relaxed and I saw Thompson enter the room on camera with my daughter. Tell us your name and age Thompson said. My name is Linda and I'm 8 years old she said. As Thompson began to untie her robe, he asked her to tell us how they met. I was playing the surf and you over and began to talk to me and touch me. And did you like my touching? he said.. Look into the camera and tell us if you liked my touching he repeated? Linda appeared to speak freely for fist time and walked closer to the camera and said I like. Thompson then undressed Linda and told her to walk around the room for us all, and she showed off every beauty spot on her lovely little body. Her confidence now allowed Thompson to again push the situation even further, as blain told me undress. Thompson asked Linda if she had been with a man before and she smiled and shock her head indicating that she hadn't. Loosing your virginity is very special Linda. You know that there is pain associated with this, don't you.. Yes she said, in a manner that wasn't becoming of her at all. Good Thompson said, what we want to do is make you remember this day for a very long time ok? Linda nodded, as I became confused about where this was going. Linda began giggling and pointing at the camera like a very naughty girl, she was not acting like herself at all. Thompson then asked Linda to lie on the bed. Then he asked her if she wanted to stop, She shock her head indicating that she did, but Thompson went down on the bed and began performing oral sex on her as she groaned in pleasure and then he asked her again. This time she nodded that she wanted to continue. I began to realize that we have both been drugged with something to make us both more cooperative. I should have been aware as I lay in my stupor watching the whole thing on video, and blain beginning to toss himself beside me. Thompson then turned Linda over and told her that the first pain of loosing your virginity was external. He then asked her to offer her hands up as a means of submitting the necessary external pain. Linda then held her hands over her head as Thompson tied each one to a bed corner. He then informed her that she must be quiet while her lovely body is flogged in preparation for the internal pain. At this point Blain left and locked me in the room and I watched as he appeared on the screen and Thompson told him to control the close ups. Thompson then produced a long thin riding crop and told Linda that she was to agree to the flogging. Linda appeared in a stupor of her own, her lovely black hair rolling off her face as Blain zoomed in to capture the nod that summoned the commencement of Linda's flogging. The first stinging lash was directed across her buttocks and she yelled loudly as I heard her clearly in the next room. I felt absolutely helpless and drugged and they continued flogging my daughter. The second third and fourth were directed at even places up and down her bare back. And she squealed out loud and Thompson stopped and stroked himself and looked as his prize. The next sequence of blows were aimed at her pretty thighs and calfs and he flogged her hard as he covered her legs in thick rising welts. As she screamed out loud my own cock was hard and I couldn't believe I was taking sexual pleasure from my own daughters ordeal. Blain told him to 'turn her over' and so Thompson unbound her directed Linda to turn face up and be still. To make sure blain appeared on screen and tied her by the wrists to the corners of the bed again. Thompson commented how erect Linda's nipples were and he asked her if she was enjoying herself? Linda moaned out aloud, and Thompson continued. Linda its important that you tell me your enjoying yourself. Do you understand? Yes Linda said. Tell me Linda, Are you enjoying yourself? Tell me! He yelled. Blain again zoomed in on her pretty face as she peered through her disheveled hair into the camera and said Yes! in the sweetest sound one could imagine. Again Thompson began to flog my little girl starting with beautiful budding breasts. He caned each one with an inhumane action that left welts raising over her chest. He then began to strike at the inside of her upper thighs as she yelled in pain as Blain zoomed in for better action. Then Thompson said now before we commence your internal pain we must link the 2 by flogging your little cunt. Linda just moaned in preparation, as Thompson told her to lie flat and to open her legs wider. He started to coach her by lightly kissing her forehead and stroking her hair, and when she finally opened her legs, he stood at feet and struck at her feminine pride with as much anger as before. When he finished Blain untied the ropes on her wrists and told to relax. Blain looked into the camera and asked me if I was enjoying this? He told me to have another drink if I wasn't as he smiled. I watched my little daughter being adjusted by Thompson on the bed. She was completely as his mercy as he began again. You're a very good girl Linda and now we're going to begin your internal pain is that ok? You'll find this much more fun I'm sure he said. Now I want you to look into the camera again and tell us what you want to happen next. Linda looked into the camera and said Hi my name is Linda and I've just been flogged and now I'm going to be fucked she smirked as the drug freed her from all inhibitions. Are you a naughty girl Thompson asked her? Oh no she said, my daddy said its ok, so I'm doing this for him. Thompson slapped her face as her stood over her on the bed. He then looked into the camera and said, I have this girl's dad in the next room where he's watching everything, with the power to stop me and I haven't heard a word. Now I'm going to fuck his 8 year old virgin daughter in front of him while he watches. Thompson then pushed Linda's legs wide open and back as he brought his big tool into position, and said to Linda, tell the nice folks what you want! Linda then looked into the camera and said, Daddy I want him to fuck me and then without any further talking Thompson began to stretch little daughter apart. Its your pain Linda he said in crazy tones that didn't make any sense. As he withdrew slightly and raised his hips Blain zoomed in to capture the hideous size of the intrusion into the Linda's body. With her mouth open ajar, she was only getting out a deep grunting sound as Thompson again moved into her body. Thrusting up hard into the little girl he was enveloped with the sadistic pleasure he was taking from this girl in bringing her to womanhood so early in her life. Tell daddy what happening he demanded. Daddy she whispered, as Blain zoomed in , Thompson has his big cock in me daddy, and it hurts so much, Tell us more said Thompson. Daddy, his cock is stretching me so wide, I don't think I can hold it.. I began to pull myself as I watched my daughter being filmed and enjoyed by strange men. After some time Linda began to adjust to the size of Thompson's' cock in her and became very relaxed as Blain appeared in the film with his clothes removed. Thompson began to thrust into her hard now and his tempo increased as his told the camera his was going to cum in your little girl. Blain began to stroke her head saying its going well, and now to open her mouth for him. She looked at Thompson who nodded and Linda slowly opened her mouth as directed. Blain began to send a stream of urine into Linda's mouth as Thompson continued his crescendo. Linda's initial reaction was to close her mouth but Thompson filled her with more cock and said "OPEN, OPEN, OPEN' and looking onto Thompson's eyes, Linda opened her mouth and Blain continued send a stream of urine in her mouth, Drink said Thompson. Swallow You Little Bitch! he yelled With that Linda began to swallow the urine as it filled her mouth. Thompson then began to cum in Linda and Blain returned to his position on the camera and zoomed in on the cum oozing out between the little girls body and Thompson's cock. I then ejected the largest amount of cum in a single orgasm that I have ever experienced at that sight. As he untied my daughter Blain retuned to unlock my door and said that they have the video for all now to see. When I went into the room next door my daughter was already in the shower. Thompson, asked me did I enjoy the show? Was it like you as little boy he asked? Was that the look on your face as you were being enjoyed? Yes, that was it, I could tell that deep down she was felling the same primal urges that I was. Good he said now I want to see her again tomorrow morning.

INTO DARKNESS BY ROMAN It's a beautiful early morning. The sun is just coming up over the horizon and is glowing bright red. I stare out the window of the plane as it streaks across the Nebraska sky. Suddenly I feel it start to descend and slow. We are going to land. The pilot comes on and says its going to be a warm sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky. I hear a distant voice telling me to take one long last look as it will be a long time before I see the sun again. I don't wonder why. I am chained to the voice. We are going to a juvenile facility tucked away in the Nebraska farmlands. It is supposed to be escape proof. The last place I was locked up was so escape proof I got out in less than twenty four hours. I wonder how long I will be here before I get out again. We've landed. I get up and the matron with me pulls me back down into my seat. "Might as well wait here till payin folk get off. You ain't in no hurry no how." "Yes Ma'am." I sat back down and watched as the rest of the passengers de planed. Then after they were off, I and the matron got up and we walked out the door. I thanked the crew for the quiet flight and they replied in kind. Then we were down the jet way into the terminal. Since we had no baggage we walked briskly through the terminal and out into the daylight. A black car was waiting for us. I got in and Matron unlocked the chain and gave it to someone else. That person got behind the wheel and we were off. Off to a place that I soon spotted in the distance. It was cold grey building with nothing to identify it as a "facility." It was windowless. No bars, no wire, no yard, just there in the middle of this cornfield. We drove up the long drive to what appeared to be a garage. A door was raised and we were inside. "Bitch get out of the car!" came a command from nowhere that I could see. I got out of the car and stood beside it waiting to be released. Instead a door opened and I walked through it. It closed with a loud clunk. Then another door opened and I walked through it still cuffed. When I got through the second door, a woman came to me. She took off my cuffs and then she said in a demanding voice, "Strip." I looked at her. Again she said, "Strip." "I beg your pardon," I replied. But she did not respond. She got out a rod and pointed at me. "You have thirty seconds to get those clothes off, starting now. One, two," she slowly counted to thirty. I stood for a few more seconds and then decided I did not want to find out about the rod so I took off my clothes. Then I was put up against a wall and my cavities were searched. Then another door opened and I walked or rather I was shoved through it. I got a two minute shower. The water was turned on and off for me. Next I was given three bras, three panties, and three jump suits. After that I was allowed to go to the dining room. There I was given a tray and told to eat. I was going to ask to get dressed first, but thought better of it. I ate and then was taken to my cell block. One set of iron bars opened and then I walked in. Then another set opened and I walked through it. When it closed, I was in my block. I walked down the hall and found an open door. I walked in and it closed. I took a look at my surroundings. The usual cold steel toilet and sink, a mattress on a bunk made of cement. A desk built of cement in the wall and mirror of sorts above the sink. Not one made of glass but one of those non functional mirrors you occasionally see in restrooms made of steel and polished aluminum. I sat down on the bunk and began to sob. I remembered what had gotten me here. I joined a neighborhood gang when I was ten. I was a tough girl. I could take what ever the members dished out. I was good in bed. I was capable of taking on three boys at one time and giving them all a good ride. I could carry guns places that the cops would not dare to look. I was a good moll and I acted my role. Then came my downfall. I was not good at stealing. I tried shoplifting and got caught. I tried robbery and got caught. I tried several other crimes and always got caught. By the time I was fourteen I had been in and out of so many juvee facilities that I no longer cared or counted where I had been or how many times I had been there. But the last time I got caught I was involved in a shooting. I didn't pull the trigger but I got caught with the murder weapon up my cunt. I was sentenced to four years in jail. I was taken to the jail but it didn't take me two days to escape. That escape was my mistake. I returned to my neighborhood and my mom turned me in. Now here I am in this god forsaken hole in the middle of Nebraska with no one and nowhere to go. I get dressed and put the rest of my clothes in my locker. Then I stand up and walk to the cell door waiting to be let out. Its five am. The doors open and I walk out into a corridor. I stand across from my cell and wait. I know the drill. The guards do a head count, check the cells and then you walk back in and wait for breakfast to come. Only it doesn't go that way. The cells are locked and we turn and face a door at the end of the corridor. No one speaks, but we begin to shuffle through it one after another. I follow and the two behind me do the same. Then it's the dinning room. We walk to empty tables and sit down. Each table goes up to the counter one at a time and is served. Back to eat, take the tray to the return line and back to the table until its time to get up to leave. We spend about thirty minutes in the mess hall. While we are sitting waiting for all to finish, I wonder why this place is so silent. There is no talking, no one yelling or screaming, and there is no one even whispering to her neighbor. We get up and walk out of the dining room and down the corridor to our work areas. I am new so I do not expect to be getting a job today. I start to slow and the girl behind me pushes me forward. In a few minutes I am standing in front of a woman who hands me a mop. You will mop corridor A today. The girl behind me is also assigned to mop the same area. We take our mops and our buckets and walk to corridor A. I start in mopping the hall way working from left to right. First the water, then the mop then ring out the mop and soak up the water. I am swinging away when I accidentally ran the mop against a guard's shoe. He grabbed the mop from me and turned it upside down. Then he put the mop in my face. "Bitch do your job and don't try to clean my shoes." He said as he rubbed the thing all over my face. I sputtered and spit dirty water. I tried to spit on him. He saw it coming side stepped and then he grabbed me by my wrist, pulled my arm up behind my back and growled something to the effect that if I tried that again I would be in the block for assault and there would be more time added to my sentence. I turned to him apologized and went back to work. A little while later, I was called out and asked to report to a counselor's office. I was escorted by another guard down corridor A and into another part of the prison. I knocked on the door in front of me and a voice said come in. He introduced himself as a counselor and asked me to sit down. I did and he then got out my file and we spoke about my school record. I told him I was truant a lot and he agreed with me. He also informed me that if I did not improve here it would be tough on me. Then he came in front of his desk sat down on the edge of it and said, "Blow me." I looked at him in disbelief. Again he commanded "Blow me." I just stared at him. Then he turned, went to his intercom and spoke in a very low tone, "Uncooperative." In seconds, there were two guards in his office flanking me. One got one arm the other got the other arm. Together they lifted me off my chair and pulled until it felt as though I was being split in two. I screamed. "Scream again and you're a dead girl." said one of the guards as he pulled harder on my arm. "Blow me." said the counselor again and these two go away. I nodded and they let me go. I fell down to the floor trying to pull my shoulders back into place. "Your first lesson. Never hesitate to respond to a command. If you do, we come down on you hard. Since you are agreeing to use that pretty mouth of yours I won't send you down stairs. Let me tell you don't get sent downstairs. Now do as we say and do your time and you'll be fine. You are not a number here, you have a name, Amy isn't it?" I nodded. "All right Amy. Strip! I now knew better than to argue. I unzipped and my jump suit fell away. I dropped my panties and unfastened my bra. Then I went over and sat on the floor placing my mouth right in front of his dick. I grabbed it and began to suck. I worked that thing till it got hard. Then I got one hell of a surprise. The man forced my face right into his crotch. I gagged. He did it more. I gagged and vomited all of breakfast. He only let up enough so I would not choke and then he rammed his hardness down my throat again. I gagged again and my fluids washed down my chest covering my tits and down to my cunt. He only laughed. Then he came. His thick white hot cum filled my mouth. He told me to swallow it all. Somehow I managed to and he then let me up and told me to dress. "From now on you will suck my cock or a guard's cock daily. You will do it without being told and will do it willingly. Failure; and, well, downstairs." I nodded turned and left. I had an escort back to my corridor. I had to finish mopping and my arms hurt like hell. I was sure if I complained about it, it would only make my term here worse. So I kept my mouth shut and went ahead and finished mopping. A bell rang. A whistle blew and we were lined up. I gathered we were going to school. We were marched in a single file to a classroom not to far from the counselor's office. We took our seats and waited. In a few minutes a teacher showed up with a guard. She told the guard to wait outside. School lasted the rest of the morning. Again a whistle and a bell. We got up, lined up, marched out the door down the hall to the mess hall or dining room. We sat down at our table, got up table by table to get our food. Finished lunch and back to the school. At three thirty we were marched back to our own corridors and to our own cells. At no time was there any talking. This routine went on for a few days. Get up, work, counselor, blow job, school, lunch, school and then back to our corridors. I think I had been doing this for a week though I was not sure. One morning a guard came in to my cell. "Strip." I looked at him in disbelief but something told me to do as I was told. I stripped and stood right in front of him. He turned me around and told me to bend over. I turned around with my ass facing him and bent over. Then he told me to spread my cheeks. I said, "What do you mean?" He grabbed my ass and pinched my cheeks hard. "Now grab those cheeks and spread them." He instructed me. I caught on and pulled my ass cheeks apart. He shoved his fingers in me as hard as he could. "If you scream bitch you will not be liking the result." I stayed still. I spread my cheeks as far as I could for him while he fingered my ass and cunt. "Nice. Bet you like being fucked don't you?" Then he took out his long thick prick and rammed it up my ass. In a few moments he shot his load. "Now drop your hands to your sides, squat and shit out my cum!" He commanded. I squatted and tried to pump out his white hot load. Not only did that come out but so did a load of turds. I tried to stand up but he grabbed my neck and forced my face down in front of the horrid pile. "Lick it all up! Do it! Lick it all up now." I gagged, I vomited. I tried to get out of doing what he wanted but in the end, I licked up the shit, cum and vomit. Then he let me up and told me to dress. He then took me out of my little cell and down the corridor to the iron door. It opened and we were allowed through to another corridor. A short walk and I was in a big room with lots of other girls. They were all about my age and they were all chatting with each other. The chatting stopped as soon as I entered. One of the girls, to me she appeared to be a leader, came over. "Bitch," she said, "You're mine. You are fresh meat, nothing else. You ain't shit, you are not even worthy to eat my pussy." I looked her up and down. I knew that to survive I would have to whip her. It would not be easy. She probably had twenty pounds on me. Still I knew I would have to beat the tar out of her if I was going to be left alone. As she turned to walk away from me, I grabbed her shoulder, spun her around and hit her with a hard right. I followed that up with a good solid punch in her stomach and then kneed her as she went down gasping for breath. She went to the floor. She doubled up and while she was down a few of the other girls went over and let her have it with their fists and feet. I gathered she had done things to them they did not like. When she got up on her feet, she was so angry that she came after me with her fists and tears in her eyes. I knew then I had her. I side stepped her headlong rush and as she flew by me I let her have it with both fists again. She went down. I was going to get her again but the door came open and in rushed two guards. They grabbed me, spun me around, and while one held my arms, the other smashed her fist into my face. Blood went everywhere. I tried to fall down as things began to go black. The guard held me up and the one in front of me, hit me again. This time I did collapse. When I came to, I was in a little room. No windows, no air, no nothing. I got up walked around my space. I guess the room was about eight feet by about six feet. I found a small cot in the middle of it with some straps on it. I tried to figure out where I was. It took a moment to figure out I was also nude. In a few more minutes a woman came in. "Like to fight do you? Well I have a way of dealing with girls like you. Get on the cot face down." "Why?" The next thing I remember I was face down on the cot, stretched out and tied up. Feet tied one to each side, arms stretched and hands tied one to each side. In my middle was a strap that went around the cot and me holding me down to the cot. I looked up. The woman had a buggy whip in her hand. She swung it several times through the air it made an awesome whirring noise. Then crack it cut into my ass. I screamed in pain. "OOOOH." It landed again. "OOOWWW!" After several more I finally passed out. When I came to, I was untied and ordered to stand up. I felt for my sore and cut up butt. "Had enough!" I looked and saw my tormentor laughing at me. She was still holding her whip. "You ready to give up?" she queried. I just nodded then I did something I was sure I was going to regret. I went to her and landed a hard right on her nose. The blow knocked her down and when she tried to get up, I hit her again. Each time she tried to get up I hit her. Then when she was out of it, I stripped her. When she finally came to, she realized she too was nude. "Put your face right here Bitch!" I commanded and forced her right into my pussy. "Now eat me! Make me cum!" I must have made my point cause she ate me out till I screamed in pleasure. "You're so good. I'm cumming! Cumming! Cumming hard!" I shook and shook as she continued to pleasure me. I knew I had her when she said, "Mistress please may I lick your ass?" I bent over and spread my cheeks. Her tongue was wet and hot as she licked my nether hole and fingered me to another roaring orgasm. I spun around after I came to my senses, grabbed her by the throat and told her that if she ever told anyone about what happened she was dead. I let her up, helped her dress, and we got back to my punishment. She left and I remained on the cot face down trying to collect my thoughts. I do not know how long I was in the room. I was let out by my now Mistress, guard and escorted back up the room I came from. I walked in the door and sat down. Apparently I must have gained some sort of reputation because the girl who tried to fight with me on my first day came over to me and said no one had ever been able to take on a guard and Imake her, her own before. I smiled. I thanked the girl. She began, "We have to have a heart to heart conversation." I interrupted. "From now on I am the boss here. If I catch you tormenting any girl without my permission, you are dead understood!" She nodded. I continued. "You will do exactly as I say. You will not demand anything from anyone and anything you want has to come through me." Again she nodded. Then I told her to go to her cell, strip and fuck herself with her favorite toy. I watched as she stripped and got on her bed. She got a toy and began to ram it in and out of her wet pussy. I turned to one of the younger girls. "Would you like to do something to her?" She nodded, went into the cell, got a paddle and while, "What's your name?" "Beth" said the girl as she swung the paddle and connected with the pussy in front of her. The girl in bed screamed in agony. "I feel better now." said Beth. "I gave her what she gave me the other night." I took the paddle from Beth and turned to the girl. "You like to hit girls?" She nodded. "Big mistake." I turned her over, shoved the dildo in deep and while she was trying to withdraw it, I brought the paddle down on her ass as hard as I could. The girl screamed and begged me to stop. "I got your message." "Are you sure?" "Yes and by the way my name is Lisa." "Like I care! Your name to me is cunt, pussy, bitch or anything else I want to call you." She nodded and held her ass. I made her take her hands away. It was red, welted and split in places. The paddle had done its work well. "Bitch get up, dress and keep your mouth shut." I commanded. Lisa got up, dressed very gingerly and came out into the room. All the other girls smirked and snickered at her. Her authority was gone, her fight was gone and she was finally humble and mumbled that she was sorry she tried to fight with me. We all gathered around Lisa. She was crying and mumbling that she really wasn't tough she just wanted to survive this place. She had come here because she escaped from the other facility more than three times and they deemed her incorrigible. This place was to teach her how to behave. What it was teaching all of us was the strong survive. Time goes by very slowly in this sort of place. I glanced at the clock on the wall and was surprised it was only eight pm. Lights were not going to be out for another hour maybe an hour and a half. There is a television behind a Plexiglas covered niche. We turned it on and watched the program that was on. There was no way to change the channel that button had long ago been broken. We watched someone complain about the local price of corn and then we turned it off. There was a pool table in the room, no balls, or cue sticks. Lisa informed all of us the guards took them after someone threw a ball and hit one of the women in the chest with it. We found some cards and soon we were able to play a reasonable game of poker. This became interesting very quickly. Since none of us had any money and there was no way to get any, sex was the commodity that was up for grabs. I being, the only one who anything about playing cards carefully taught the others. We played for small things first. All of us had panties and these became our chips. We didn't actually put them on the table we simply used them as the basis of the bet. It went like this: One pair got you fingered, two fucked, and three anything went including anal. I told all of them the way of the cheats, the way to bet and the ways to win by bluffing. One little girl who none of us really paid much attention to was one of the first to sit down at the table. She dealt the first hand and suggested five card stud. We anted up and started the game. In seconds she was betting her ass against mine and my mouth. I was intrigued. "You like girls?" "Oh yes. I am going to win this game tonight and you are going to spend the night in my bed making me cum." "Is that so." "Yep. I raise you three." Now I was really curious. "You really want me to bed you down tonight?" I asked with some surprise in my voice. "Yep. You're in my cell and have the upper bunk." she said, pointing to the cell directly behind me. Now I was sure that since my stuff was there, she was my roomie. I just played my hand and lost for the first of several hands. At ten o'clock came the call for lights out. I went in to the cell and the little girl who won my affection for the night followed me in. "Wait a moment, please. I want to feel each part of you as you get undressed." I nodded and began to take off the jumpsuit. She came over put her hands on my shoulders and slipped the sleeves down my arms. Then she kissed me, and let the suit fall to the floor exposing my panties and legs to her. She dropped one hand to my thigh and slipped her fingers in my panties pushing them down and off me. I stepped out of the clothes and her hands immediately found their way to my now wet twat. "UMMMM!" I moaned ever so quietly. She pulled me to her, reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. Then she played with my tits and pinched my nipples slightly. While she was playing with my titties, I unzipped her suit, slipped it off, dropped her panties and then took off her bra. We kissed, a deep passionate kiss with tongues finding their way into each others' mouth. When we came up for air, I asked if we could get into bed. She pulled me into hers and after some more touchy feely, I went down on her. Just as I started to eat her out, along came a guard and ordered us to separate and for me to get into my bunk. I thought I could get his cooperation by offering him a blow but he refused. "Get up in your bunk at once or go to the hole!" I replied, "Yes sir!" and scrambled up to my bunk. "I come around in a half hour. If I find you out of that bunk and doing anything to that girl you are going to the hole for the next week. And this time you won't be able to do anything do you understand?" I nodded. I was certain my guard had not said anything about my beating her ass but I was just as certain that the word had gotten out. I got into my bunk and whispered to my roomie, "What's your name? "Karen," came her reply. "I am the youngest one here." "What did you do to get here?" "I was being fucked against my will by my big sister's boyfriend and I knifed him." "You off him?" "You bet. Unfortunately my sister did not tell the truth and the jury convicted me of murder. So here I am." "Is that all there is?" "No, there were a few escapes, a guard who was very angry and several hearings." "So you got a rep?" "Yep." "I do too." "Yeah we heard all about how you got that guard to lick you and call you mistress. Now you really have to watch your back. Everyone here guards, and cons all expect to try to break you. Difference is cons have their own way of doing things. And watch out for Lisa she's the one you finished today. She and her gang are going to be gunnin for you." "Thanks. Karen if you ever need anything you just come look me up. From now on no one will mess with either of us." Karen was going to get in bed with me but a guard walked by and shone his light in and right at my head. He said something about paying me back so I just laid there and did nothing. Next thing I know the wake up call is blaring away. I got up and out of bed and shook Karen awake. She too got up and we got our towels and went to our cell door. A few minutes later it opened and we went to the shower room. There were all the others from our block there and Lisa comes right up to me. "You wait. Its not your turn till I say it is." When she finished her veiled threat, I side stepped her and then swung my fist as hard as I could into her nose. She went down and on her way her chin caught my knee. "It's my turn now." No one moved. I sensed I was in for another pummeling but no one did anything. They just all stood around and watched me shower. When I got out, dried and got ready to leave Lisa was just getting up off the floor. She started to swing again but thought better of it. Instead she sniffed and mumbled something about watching my back. Several others decided now was the time to shift alliances and all said we got you covered. The door was opened and we walked back to the block and went to our cells and dressed. Then it was breakfast. A slow march to the dining room, (mess hall) a tray of food and a place to sit down. Lisa sat down next to me and took my toast. I simply watched her do it, looked around and decided now was not the time to fight. She took my eggs then. Unfortunately for her, the guard who I had tangled with earlier saw her and came over. "She bothering you, Mistress?" Now the cat was out of the bag so to speak. This guard was protecting me. Lisa looked up at her and told her to mind her own business. The guard called one of the others over and said Lisa was bad mouthing her. The two of them lifted Lisa up, bent her over and proceeded to give her ass a good going over with their batons. When she began to scream and protest they pulled her up, took her out of the room and I presumed she was on her way to solitary. We finished eating. As we got up to leave in single file several girls surrounded me. This can't be good I thought. One of them a bulky girl maybe fifteen tried to be tougher than the others. She got in my face and pulled out a shiv. I knew immediately she was going to try to knife me so I just leaned back against the wall and told her to bring it on. She lunged I ducked, she hit the wall and the shiv went flying. Then I simply drew back and let her have my right and then a left and a knee to her gut. She went down. On her way to the ground my other knee caught her crotch and she screamed bloody murder. A guard came running, saw the knife, grabbed it and then got another guard and they took this girl away too. The rest of the girls got silent and fell into line. "You did good." Karen whispered to me, as we sauntered down the hall toward the cell block. ****** It was apparently late December. Christmas trees came out of nowhere and were visible through the glass in the guard rooms as well as the counselor's rooms. By now I was the person that all of the girls respected and let alone. The incident with the shiv must have ended anyone's thoughts of doing me in or attacking me. Karen and I became lovers. Every night after lights out and the guards made their last rounds either I or she would jump into the others' bed. We would suck, fuck and play till almost morning. She always got me off and I always returned the favor. Our cums were not as hot as we wanted because we dared not scream or cry out in any way. Still I always managed to make Karen squirm in pleasure. One day, we noticed workmen installing what looked to be cameras in our cells, the pod, the dining room, the hallways, and the classrooms. At first I thought this might be to our advantage. I quickly realized that we were always going to be watched and there would be nothing we could do about it. Our little fourteen year old bodies were going to be on display for anyone and everyone who wanted to look at anytime, dressed or undressed. The counselors began to call us in right after breakfast just one day before the New year. "Your present is the new security system. I can't ask you for sex, or do anything cause the warden will see us. The warden can see you anytime anywhere including showers and" "I get the message." "I'm sure you do. I was just letting you know this place has to improve. We got orders from on high that there was too much not known so now there is a television feed that goes directly to the office of officials in government and they are going to watch us watching you." I nodded. Then I looked toward a closet. He got my message and nodded and then shook his head. It was not going to be possible. The camera watched our every move. I thanked him and left. I walked back to the pod alone. I was sure a guard was beside me but I was alone. Then I realized they were watching me walk and any sudden unexpected moves would be followed by guards. Several doors were open enticing me to want to look inside them but I walked on. When I reached my destination, Karen was there to greet me. "Shhhhh!" she whispered. These cameras carry sound as well. The entire place is under surveillance and no one can do anything. Lisa got taken away this morning for trying to fight with that girl over there." She was pointing to a girl I had never seen before. "Lisa tried to start something and even before she could finish her threat the guards grabbed her and took her away." I nodded. Then I whispered I would get with her later. She nodded and I went over to introduce myself to the new comer. "Hi!" I began. "Bitch! Mind your own business and we will get along fine. I am not here to know you or be friendly with you. I am here to do my time and I do not want you or anyone else bothering me. Get lost!" I returned to one of the tables and sat down. Several others came and sat with me. I got out the cards. "Ante up." We placed our fingers on the table indicating what we would do and I began to deal. New girl came over and asked to sit in. We agreed. She knew the finger system of betting and agreed to the ante. I dealt we began to play. My hand was a bust I folded, gave up my seat and decided that it was going to be a very long time before I ever felt another warm body next to me. I watched the game intently. The new girl appeared to be doing quite well. She had won several pairs of panties though none of us was sure how she or anyone else would collect the winnings. At last the game broke up. I tried again. "Nice going. You know more about poker than you let on. Would you care to play against me?" "Go to hell! Get out of my face. I do my time! I don't want to get to know you or anything about you." I nodded. Then I retreated to my cell and waited for Karen to show up. At last just before lights out Karen came in. "I was down the hall having my hair cut." She said as she walked through the cell door. I looked at her. Her hair was cut very strangely. One side was longer than the other and it looked as though it had been burned by too hot a curling iron. "Who cut your hair?" "The girl in the next block. She has all the equipment because she is learning to be a beautician. She is a trustee so to speak. You know she goes outside to school and tries what she learns on us. "Your hair looks awful." "I know but I really wanted to help her out. She is a good girl, with little time left and she needs a break She's trying to make it and trying to learn all about beautiful hair. "I will have to offer her my head to work on. You can't be the only one with terrible hair in this pod. Karen got really excited. "You would do that for me?" "Yep. I think that if you look ridiculous it would be good if I did too." "Why?" "Because if I have my hair cut by this trustee, so to speak no one will make an effort to tease you." Karen grabbed me and pulled me close. She kissed me snaking her tongue deep into my mouth letting me taste her saliva while she tried as hard as she could to feel me up over my clothes. I pulled her close, grabbed her ass returning the favor she was showing me. Then while pulling away, I whispered in her ear, "Tonight. Tonight I will make passionate love to you." She pulled away and nodded. "Please make an appointment for a haircut." I said I would and went to find out how to get my hair styled by the girl who was trying to learn. It didn't take long to find out how to get her to style my hair. In fact in just a few minutes I had an appointment for the next day at one pm. I got excited but not overly so. I hadn't had a 'do' in over six months. Lunch, dinner, both came and went. No eventful thing to report. It was the same routine for the day and into the evening. That evening though found us at the table with the cards out ready for another game. By now the cards were getting worn and though we had asked for a new deck on several occasions our request went unanswered. Most of our requests went unanswered so nothing new there. At the table were Karen, myself, Lisa, Jeri, and Cnnie. We were all lesbians and we were all horny as a result of the cameras placed all over the complex. We couldn't do anything without being seen. We thought we had the betting down to where the guards could not understand the system but we soon found out they knew all about it. After ante Karen bet first. Two she signaled with her fingers. Almost immediately a guard stormed into the room. "Stand up all of you!" We did. "Now you are playing cards for sex and that is not allowed. You will all break up go to your cells. Karen and Amy come with me." We broke out of line and got behind him. He walked us out of the room and into the corridor. "Some of us have a little party going on downstairs where there are no cameras. I picked you to be our guests from this block. You will do as you're told, quickly and without complaint. If you're good you might a reduction in your sentences. We nodded and followed him downstairs. The rooms were decked out in holiday style. There was a Christmas tree in one room and a menorah in another. The cots were moved to the last room on the corridor and they were off limits unless accompanied by a guard or another official. Almost as soon as we arrived one of the counselors came up to me. "I want to fuck you now." I nodded and agreed. We went down the hall and into the last room. He was all over me within seconds. I couldn't get my zipper down fast enough. But he cared not for me. He just told me to spread my legs, and then he entered me. In a few pumps he came and then he pulled up his pants and left. I cleaned up and returned to the party. "How was he?" Karen asked. "Nothing to write about. Left me as soon as he came. No prelim either. He just wanted a quick bang." A man, whom I did not know, asked Karen and I to accompany him. We nodded in agreement and went with him back to the same room I had just come from. He slowly and carefully undressed us both and told us to make him hard. We both sucked on his prick and licked his balls. Then he had us get underneath of him and keeping our faces cheek to cheek he spouted his white hot cum all over us. After we were covered he told us, "lick it up." Karen had never tasted the jizz before but I had. I licked her face and whispered in her ear to lick me carefully and if she didn't want to swallow it to cheek the stuff and then spit it into my mouth. She nodded and then she licked me clean. As soon as she was finished she told me to open my mouth and she dribbled his cum right down my open mouth. I showed him the load and then I swallowed it. He was hard again and asked us if he could do our butts. I told him to do me first. He bent me over and while Karen was under me eating my pussy he shoved his tool in my asshole. I groaned a little but was too excited because of Karen's work to do much except tighten on his cock forcing another quick cum. When he pulled out he told Karen to make me cum which she did in short order. Then we were taken back to the party but this time we were nude. From then on we serviced all the guards and officials any way they wanted. In the end we were allowed to return to our cell minus our panties and bras. We had no idea what had happened to them. In the morning just before we were to get up Karen slipped into my bed. She kissed me, frenched me, and then when I was sufficiently wet she slipped two fingers into me and one into my nether passage. I began to buck and beg for more. "Please! Make me cum! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!! UHHH! AHHH!" Then it was time to get up. The end of the year. The beginning of the New Year. Still looking at the same walls, lights and daily grind that makes this place so terrible. We didn't get the time off, we didn't get an early release. What I got was the word sucker stamped into my memory. Will there be another time. I certainly hope so. I want revenge. I want to make the life of the guards here as miserable as I can. I want them to suffer as I have. Oh well. It may not happen but if wishes could come true.

ASH ISLAND ACADEMY FOR GIRLS BY BONDAGE BOY Mrs Holmes was the headmistress of "Ash Island Academy for Girls". Ash Island was a lone Island out in the sea. If you're thinking of a romantic girls club in the middle of Hawaii with plenty of cool beach boys then you're in for a disappointment. Ash Island is a small island with only a 5 or 6 mile radius and the sun is scarcely visible behind the fog and rain clouds that surround it. The island had little in the way of people with the exception of the school there was only a handful of elderly and mature folk inhabiting the main town, New Ashton, and of course the members of staff at the school who don't inhabit the school quarters. That's right Ash Academy is a boarding school, originally founded by the British government in the 1820s to provide tuition for female members of the aristocracy. The position of the girl's school has been of little knowledge to the wider world but in the 21st century many who can afford it send their daughters to be tutored at the Academy from all round the world, although primarily from British and former British peoples. Once enrolled at the beginning of September a girl remains in the school until the end of June when she returns to her family for a 2 months holiday. A student would be obliged to work six days a week, having Sunday off officially for church service but it's the 21st century and not everybody's a Christian. No girl ever leaves the island. If they become sick then there is suitable health care available at the local health centre and the school doctor is quite professional. On the rare occasions when family members need to be with a girl the family member would be obliged to come to the island and spend time with the girl in one of the residential cottages. The school provided expert resources in counselling, medicine and guidance. The only cases of students leaving the island at all was during the 1930/40s when some were expelled from the school for speaking supportively of Nazi ideology, seriously opposed by the school board. Mrs Holms' mother had been a student from Germany in the 30s, she was one of a group of children who chose the side of the school, and had remained at the school for the duration of her child life. She had returned to Germany after the war ended and after graduating from the University of Hamburg travelled to England where she fell in love with a nobleman and well you get the idea. Mrs Holms had also grown up in the school and graduated 20 years previously at the age of 19. She was now 39 and head mistress for a standing 12 years of her life. She loved her job, like many teachers in the world she found it a rewarding career. But while the school was founded on the island the island itself was not officially British territory. The island wasn't officially part of any government so it was mainly under the jurisdiction of the mayor of Ashton who also in the present time was headmistress of the Academy. They had no form of defensive forces with the exception of a few policemen who looked after the town and the school. But the Island was secretly guaranteed by several world powers so had little to worry about. The British send an observer to check if everything's all right every fortnight, despite attempts no phone line has been secured between the island and the outside world and the most common form of communication is through post. However a phone line was available around the island so girls brining their mobiles could contact each other. The School had about 60 or 70 members of staff including 40 teachers and Mrs Holms. The school on average taught between 700 and 800 students ageing from about 5 to 18 with sometimes a year or two's difference depending on the child. The school currently taught 790 students, 13 times 3 classes of 20 students plus 10 18 to 20 year old students working on specialist levels in different subjects. It was mid August and Mrs Holms was sitting in her office gazing out the window, as usual it was violently stormy, strong wind and rain. Mrs Holmes was feeling very upset and had tears in her eyes. On the table was a letter from her mother in law: To my dear daughter in law Mrs Anne Holms, It is with the deepest regret that my son and your husband Edward Holms failed to overcome his unfortunate condition and passed away. By the request of both you and your husband in the case of this event I have arranged for your son and my very dear Grandson to be brought to your presence by the beginning of September. I know you will be able to raise him to be a wonderful young man. I am very dearly sorry for your loss and I hope to meet you later in the year. Yours sincerely, Eleanor Holms Anne's Husband Edward had contracted stomach cancer late the previous year. Although there was hope nobody expected him to recover he had spent a lot of time on the island being treated by the local doctors. Her son Alex had wanted to come but his parents had insisted he stay with his grandparents in England until his Dad returned home. Anne last saw her husband over a week ago as he was transported by air back to England. She hadn't seen Alex since the start of the School holidays when she returned home to collect her husband. She loved her son but the distance issue between them was going to be difficult. She had had a meeting with the school board earlier that day about bring Alex to the island. While she agreed that her son's well being was important she also didn't want her students to be disturbed by his presence. But everyone else on the school board believed that having just one boy around could be beneficial for all the children, including Alex. The students had virtually no contact with the town and all the staff were women. This meant that they had very little contact with men or boys. All of the staff who were married either lived out in cottages outside the school or like Mrs Holmes left their families at home abroad. With the exception of students and staff who were related know family member stayed at the school. It was agreed that Alex would receive private tuition from a retired member of staff on the island, Dr Olivia Johnson. The good doctor had agreed to it she would have her own study in the academy with Alex and Alex would have his own room amongst the dormitory areas. Anne however was worried about her son in the last 4 years she had been home twice and Alex had met her in Ashton several times a year during all of his school holidays. He never had a proper holiday with a family. Anne had had poor contact with her son and was now suppose to raise him by herself. Alex arrived on the last day of August. He was a timid boy of 10 years, but well built. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, trainers, and under a fleece coat he had red and blue stripped shirt. His possessions on the plane consisted of a rucksack and a pillow as well as his own suitcases and bags in the hold. He was on a cargo plane bringing the weekly supplies and orders to the island as well as post and on rare occasion's passengers. Alex was one of five people on the plane. The others were: a pilot, co-pilot, navigator and a stewardess. The stewardess constantly observed Alex. She pitied him for his situation but envied the girls at the school because a gorgeous male was on his way to stay. Like most women in employment in relation to the island the stewardess was a former student of the Ash Island Academy. She was due to start in university at the end of September after earning enough to support herself. She was nearly 20 years old and knew full well what went on at the school. Alex was probably going to be enrolled in the school. If a single boy was entered into the school then everyone involved would have an interesting experience. God she wished that she was still a student now, a male hasn't entered the school in over 50 years. The boy looked so gorgeous if he was a couple of years older and she was a couple of years younger then she might have had her way. But Alex wasn't and active teenager, he was a timid little boy, fiddling with the straps of his rucksack and cuddling his pillow while gazing out at the lack of scenery. They were within 50 miles of the island now so they had entered its shroud of mist and fog. The stewardess noticed that his eyes were damp and swollen, he had been crying. The stewardess wanted to approach him but her experience with trouble children taught her only to try and help if she understood the problem. She returned to the back deciding to leave the boy alone. Alex was feeling really glum. He hoped he would be able to live with his mother. He had hardly known her. His father often spoke of her but Alex hardly ever met her. In living memory she had been around for three birthdays and two Christmas's and a few other times. But most of her visits were the result of Dad's stomach cancer in the last year. He wanted to be wit his dad or his grand parents but his dad was dead and his grandparents were too old to look after him on their own. He let out another tear and shuffled his pillow in his arms. 20 minutes later the intercom on the plane sounded: "Alright back there young man we will be landing soon so please sit down and fasten your belt." Alex hadn't got up since he boarded the plane in Britain. He turned around and sat up straight, a few minutes later he felt the plane land on the island airstrip. "Alright then young man I hope you enjoyed our flight today have a pleasant stay on Ash Island and mind yourself when exiting the plane, the weather here is just terrible ha ha." Alex undid his belt and gloomily, carrying his bag and pillow exited the plane. As soon as he did he was hit in the face by outside winds he stumbled and seized the side of the stairs. He then struggled his way to the terminal building. He found his way inside and looked around, compared with a big city airport this terminal was miniscule. It consisted of practically one big hall with a small caf area, a waiting area, an office and two bag racks and of course two heavily armed security officers on the look out for terrorists. An adult woman approached Alex, she appeared to be in her late twenties, "I am Miss Morris I have been sent by Mrs Holmes to collect you. Do you have all your baggage?" Alex looked up at the woman "I just need to collect my suitcase from the terminal." "Well then young men hurry up and collect it. C'mon chop chop!" said the woman obviously wasting no time making small talk. Alex wandered over to the bag racks, found his suitcase and followed the lady out to the car park, where he again struggled through the whether. Miss Morris retraced her steps towards Alex, took his suitcase in one hand and his hand in the other. She then brought him to a car and put his bags on the back seats and motioned him into the passenger seat. She then set off through the town. "Now Alex what you see here is virtually all there is on the island besides the school. This town was creatively named Ashton after the great island it sits on. It hasn't got the magic of Disneyland nor the shopping facilities of New York. If you want McDonalds, or Pizza Hut or some other industrial facie food then tough the closest we have is a small chip shop, a tea room and a couple of pubs. The facilities of the town are used by the school staff, some of the older students and of course the residents of the town. Many of the younger students never leave the school grounds but as son of both the headmistress and the mayor of Ashton you'll probably receive VIP treatment. You may or may not know this but a male hasn't entered are school in over 50 years, and the school has never tutored one either but this ain't the 19th century and while this is a girls school and nothing more having a boy around might be useful to the school program, do you understand how?" "No!" answered Alex it was the first word he'd said since he left the airport. "Well you will soon M'boy. Now this is the school here." Alex stared out the window. It was a huge castle about twice the size of the tower of London and about half the size of a sky scraper. "This castle was originally built as a citadel against the French in the 18th century. After the fall of Napoleon it was handed over to a British Earl who converted it into a school and since then it has produced the finest of young women from across the globe of all nationalities." The car rode across a moat and to the castle doors Miss Morris pressed a button near the radio and the doors swung open to greet them. The car drove out into a courtyard and then into a side garage where the car was lowered by an elevator into a parking area. "When you learn to drive you'll end up with a space in here. The spaces are reserved for staff, students and on rare occasion's visitors." Miss Morris and Alex exited the car. Two maids, no older than 20 or 21 entered the car park. "Maria and Alicia will take your belongings to your quarters and unpack them for you." "Thank you!" said Alex weakly. "Well it seems you have well disciplined manners so you should adjust easily to this school in that sense." Said Miss Morris she led him to a lift and pressed a button labelled "head' office". The lift took them to the floor which seemed to be some distance above the ground. Miss Morris led Alex into a small office where a woman sat at a desk at a computer typing. "Yes Elena?" she said. "Alex Holms, Susan! Alex this is your Mothers secretary Mrs Forman." "Hello!" said Alex. "Hello love, go right on in your mothers been dead keen to meet ya!" Miss Morris left the room the way they came while Alex knocked on the door of the door on the opposite side of the room. "Come in." came a familiar voice. Alex entered the room and looked around. He first saw his mother at the far side window that overlooked the Island. The off ice was the size of a standard lounge and contained a number of filing cabinets and book shelves among other things. "Alex!" came his mother's voice she approached him and gave him a nice long hug. He returned it. His mother let go of him. "Come and sit down Alex." "Yes Mummy" "Firstly how are you?" "I'm better now. By the way Granny asked me say that she'll be coming here a week on Sunday for Dads funeral." "Okay then. Now since you're not to upset do mind if I get straight to business. The staff have agreed to allow you to attend this school, however your lessons will be private, at least to begin with. This is a girl's only school technically but we have decided to make an exception in your case. You will have to share bathrooms and changing rooms, except the one in your room with the girls. You will not be aware however that we have strict discipline here. You don't need to worry about the details right now but they will become clearer later but for now just relax. As my Son and as a male you will have superior status to the students, however the staff and, for the time being, the students on special subjects will have higher status. You will have your own room if you choose to share it that's your choice, you will be responsible for the cleanliness of your own room a cleaning lady will check up once a fortnight. If there is a problem then I expect you to come to me. Now how about something to drink?" "Y Yes mother, when you say discipline, what do you mean?" Alex took a drink from the fridge. "Well back home every private school has strict rules that students are obliged to follow. It's the same here except were a little more, tough on rule breakers. You'll see." "I thought somebody else was tutoring me, is it you?" "No son I'm not tutoring you. A retired teacher called Dr Johnson will be teaching you. But only from 7:00am till 9:00am from 9:00am till 3:00pm you will be up here studying what you learnt and if you finish early you will be helping me deal with rule breakers." Alex was confused "What do you" "All will be clear to you nearer the time for now I want you to come here." Alex followed his mother to one of the windows. He could see the castle court yard as well as the entrance across the moat. He could make out headlights approaching the school they seemed a bit different to those of a car and realised they were those of a bus. "There are four of them if each makes two trips between here and the airport then we'll be able to get all the girls here tonight. It will take time for all the girls to be sent too their rooms. So I suggest we take this opportunity to take you to yours. Follow me!" Alex followed his mother back to the lift. Also while I remember this is your lift key" she handed Zack a key card "students don't get the lift privilege unless they're doing specialist subjects. You can have up to one partner who doesn't have a key in the lift. So if you and another student need to get somewhere you can give her a ride." They left the lift and Alex followed his mother to a dormitory area. "This is a student dormitory. Normally a room would be occupied by 2 to 4 students but for now you'll have a room to yourself." "For now?" "Another time Alex. Now here we are." Alicia and Maria were standing outside the door, dressed as French maids. "Your belongings have been unpacked and distributed neatly around your room Alex." Said Alicia. "We will now prepare you for dinner." Said Maria. "What!" said Alex. "Splendid I'll leave my son to you, Alex be good to the nice ladies." As Alex's mum left each of the maids tool an arm and guided him into his room. He was amazed at its size. The room was about twice the size of his Granny's living room. It had a bathroom, a desk, a seating area (with a small couch and armchair), a double bed, a view of the sea, a small kitchen area (sink, microwave, small oven, fridge and kettle), as well as other things like an oversized suit only the whole room was heated by a fireplace. The maids guided Alex to the seating area and placed him on the couch. "Right, what do we do with you?" Said Alicia. "We need to change you into something more formal and we only have an hour and a half till dinner." Said Maria. "Isn't that plenty of time?" Said Alex. The maids ignored him "I say we wash down, freshen up, dress and then we're done." Said Alicia. "I agree!" said Maria. "Thanks but I can wash and change myse" "No you most certainly cannot young man, we're going to change you." Said Alicia she then gave an evil smile "and that's not all!" she nodded to her accomplice and the pair of them seized Alex and carried him to the bed. "Before you start to complain we have your mothers consent for this little operation." Said Maria. The two women pulled of their white belts and forced Alex on his front. They then used their belts to securely tie his arms together. Then they pulled his arms back so his upper body was upright while his lower body was kneeling on the bed. "Let me go!" said Alex. "No Alex we're doing this whether you like it or not." Said Maria. "Help!" "There's no point in calling this rooms soundproof and we have your mother's permission to do this." Said Alicia, with that she lifted her fist up and bashed it against his crotch. Alex gasped he hated feeling that sort of pain. Alicia grasped her hand around his crotch and dug her finger nails in the area around his balls. "We will do that again at if you don't behave." Said Maria, she and Alicia then pushed Alex back down on the bed face up. "Now we have a confession to make, we're not actually servants we're students doing specialist subjects. There are 15 of us all together. You have been invited to this school to meet the sexual requirements that it has unfortunately lacked since its creation." Said Alicia. "You will have the unique privilege that normally only applies to us girls doing specialist subjects. But you are our inferior. You will have to submit to any demand we choose to bestow upon you. You will not only be performing submissive acts some of the girls like a little dominance over themselves." Said Maria. "We even like it ourselves sometimes." Said Alicia. "But today you are going to be the sub, and you may not be a man but you're closest we'll have had so far." Said Maria. Alex was then lifted back up onto his feet. Maria then got out a knife and cut away his shirt "Wow lovely mussels Alex. Do you work out at all?" "I swim a little!" said Alex trying to avoid the fact that he was about to be raped by a couple of sexually frustrated 19-year-old girls. "Then you'll be popular with the girls down at the pool." Said Alicia. Maria in the meantime was paying particular interest to his figure, he was well built for a boy his age. "Ooh I might come back just to admire your chest!" "We only have an hour and a half you know." Said Alicia "I'll take care of the bottom part and you deal with his upper half." They laid him back on the bed, Alex felt his trainers being undone by Alicia. But Maria was in the way so he couldn't see her. "Don't mind my friend here she's a lesbian!" said Maria. "What's a lesbian?" asked Alex. "Oh you are so adorable!" said Maria. "He's as thick as a brick." Said Alicia. "Oh shut up, a lesbian is a girl who's gay." Said Maria. "What's gay?" asked Alex. "Thick as my tits!" said Alicia. "Oh let it rest Li." Alex felt his shoes being pulled off "When someone's gay they fancy people of the same sex, girl's fancy girls, boy's fancy boys." Suddenly Alex felt fingers around his jeans zip. Maria got off him and he saw Alicia undoing his jeans. She undid the button at the top and then pulled his jeans off him leaving him in a pair off long white socks and a pair of white underpants. "God not those again." Said Maria "All your underwear is white pants, don't you wear anything less, ugly?" Alex said nothing. "Well it doesn't matter, from tomorrow you'll be wearing more colourful underwear." Said Alicia. Alex didn't care, "Fine they feel like nappies." Said Alex Maria giggled "Anyway we need to get on!" Said Alicia. "Aw I wanna have some fun." Said Maria. Alicia sighed "Fine I'll run the bath you have your way." "Ta!" said Maria "Now then Alex it's just you and me now!" "Are you a lesbian too?" He asked out of the bloom. Maria giggled again "Sort of I'm known as a bisexual I fancy both genders. Now let's see how much I can get out of you." Maria pulled his dick out of the cock-hole in his underpants. Then she gently pulled back the fore-skin on top. Alex was extra curious about what she was doing. Maria stuck her tongue against the tip of his dick and began circling the top. Alex shuddered as her tongue tickled the top of. Then she jerked his cock a little and then mouthed it. Alex lay back in pure ecstasy as he had his first ever blowjob. Admittedly he'd prefer to be the Dom while the girl was a Sub but this was cool too. Maria swallowed every last drop of cum without spilling a drop. Maria replaced his cock in his pants and lifted him off the bed. Then she carried him to an armchair and sat him down on an armchair. "Now for a drink!" said Maria She went over to the table by the kitchen unit and picked up to bottles of water each containing a litre of water. "I'm going to untie you now, you are not to try and escape you are to drink this water. Understood?" "Yes." Said Alex. He was released from the belts and then he picked up one of the bottles and started drinking. "Drink it all Alex!" With effort Alex got through both bottles of water. "Okay this way." said Maria. She picked him up and took him to the bathroom. Alex desperately needed to pee. When they entered the bathroom Alex got a good look around t what was awaiting him. The Shower compartment was wide enough to accommodate about 6 people. The bath looked like it might be enough to hold a dozen. But what caught his eye was the space before and around the bath tub. There was a pulley hanging from the ceiling and with a manacle at the bottom. There were cuffs fitted to the walls and the floor that looked like they could hold. There were also other forms of restraint across the room that looked very unfriendly to Alex. "Now then let's fit you to one of these." Said Alicia She took Alex over to the pulley and tied his arms the top while Maria tied his feet to the ground. "Now" said Maria "Let's try a smile." She prodded Alex's thigh, he twitched and let out a giggle. Alicia then ran her fingers down his side. Alex tried to ease away but Maria got his other side and he was trapped between two crazy tickle maniacs. "Stop heh I I need a pee! Heh heh" He blurted out. But Maria and Alicia ran there fingers all over him without mercy. "Stop stop I I ahhhhhhh!" Alex felt his pants go warm and wet. The two girls stopped. The cut of his smelly pee soaked pants, through them away and then cleaned up. "Feel better Alicia?" said Maria. "Much thank you Maria" said Alicia. All there time messing around had allowed the bath to finish running. Alex was motioned into the bath and then Maria and Alicia undressed and joined him. They had cute well cared for bodies there bare skin was perfectly smooth and their tits looked like they were carved by only the greatest of artists. Their pussies were shaven to keep away that nasty hair. "You like our bodies?" said Maria. Speechless Alex just nodded with enthusiasm. "We're here to attend to his body not ours" said Maria. With that the girls began scrubbing Alex all over. Alex thought it was pretty cool at first but then Alicia started trying to wash out his arse. "Keep still! Nothing can go in this unless I make sure it's clean." She said. "What the hell is going to go in my Ahhhh!" said Alex as Alicia proved a point. Then she moved to his toes while Maria attended to his cock, she washed it with a cloth nice and gently. Then, predictably, when Alex got another hard on Maria just had to jack him off. When Alex was clean the girls dressed him in a nice clean suit. Then he was ready for dinner. ****** When they'd finished with him Alex was dressed for a formal occasion. The girls decided that he looked really cute in his uniform, including a grey pair of boxers. "Now before we go down to the hall we'll take you to your mother. She has to talk to you most seriously before the party begins." Said Maria. "Party?" inquired Alex. "Yeah!" said Alicia "If we weren't a girls only school it would probably be a dance or something, but it's basically a social gathering. New students meet and old students reunite. Now come on." The girls took Alex back to his mother's office. "Thank you girls, you may go now." Said his mother, the girls left "Now Alex you look marvellous. How did you like that?" "It was weird!" "Yes well we had to do that to you. I'm afraid that, until you achieve superior status, you're going to get visits from a number of the girls on special subjects." "Why though?" "That's simple. Most of the teachers here are in relationships and very few of them are lesbian's. The girls on specialist subjects are allowed loose on the other students and the staff even use them to administer punishment to the younger students. But then you have something they do not." "Cock!" said Alex. "Exactly! By the end of next week I expect you'll be fucking at least three times a day. However as I have just told you the staff call on the elder students to administer sexual punishments to the younger. You will also be expected to comply." "What do you mean by punishments?" said Alex. "I mean you will have take part in there punishments whether it requires merely your presence or for you to spank them or even fuck them. But that will not happen until you've adjusted so don't worry about it now. In fact don't worry about it at all you won't be punished like that even if you are naughty." "Can I ask a question?" "Of course." "I can't just shove my dick in to every girl on the school, I don't have the cum." "Now I was just getting to that." She reached over to the intercom "Is he here yet?" "He's here!" "Show him in!" The door opened and a smart dressed boy aged 13 entered. "This is my God son Jamal." Jamal was light black, slightly taller than Alex and had a slightly stronger build. "Hello." He said. "Jamal this is my son Alex, he recently lost his father and he hardly knows me so he understands your situation a little." She turned to her son "Jamal's parents died three weeks ago from malaria in South Africa. While he has just arrived he's been trained on girls of all ages at another school in South Africa so you will be his apprentice for the present and he'll be above you. However he is also beneath the elder students, once you're both active fuckers then you'll both have superior status." The three of them talked for a while. Jamal was a lot more out going than Alex was. However they were still able to talk comfortably. Both got the impression that the pair of boy s would get on just fine. Eventually Mrs Holms said "Okay we need to go down to the main hall now." They left the tower and went to the main hall, which was conveniently next to the foot of the tower. The three of them entered the hall. The room was completely full of girls all sitting at tables. As they walked to the head table the whole hall turned its eye's on the three of them or to be precise they were looking at the boys. Alex felt a little uneasy but Jamal could hardly suppress a grin. There were simply hundreds of girls to choose from and many, if not all, of them would be lacking the touch of a big black dick. Alex sat next to his mother who sat at the head of the main table, Jamal was on his other side. A few hundred servants navigate through the tables, placing plates of food at people's places. "Alex I know you didn't get a menu sent to you for this so I ordered your favourites." "Thanks Mum!" he said. Mrs Holms stood up and all attention in the room turned to her. She began explaining all the school rules in general. It was details of punishments that really caught Alex's attention. Apparently each and every girl was obliged to submit to anyone with the authority. When his Mum finished talking everyone settled down to eat. "So what do you think of those two!" said Jamal nodding towards a nearby table. He was indicating to a couple of 12-year-old girls, once a brunette and one a blonde. "They're girls!" said Alex confused. He had very little experience with members of the opposite sex, especially coming from a boy's only school. "Yeah but we have dominance over them and almost every girl in this room. Just trust me ok?" "Alright but I don't want to be dominated like that again." Said Alex. "Relax that only happens the first time round. Back in South Africa I was dominated for my first sexual experience. The land lady arranged for a couple of older teenage girls to be left with me while I was tied up naked in a basement. They used each used a dildo on my arse, of course after they put on a cock cage." "That sounds sore!" answered Alex in astonishment. "Only a little but I got them back. Each of them spent a night each with their mouths strapped around my cock. Besides being dominated is cool, sometimes." "Wow!" "What happened to you?" "A couple of seniors tied me up, blew me and then tickled me until I pissed my pants." "and the vengeance?" "Not happened yet." "We'll arrange something. But all people in our 'profession' need to be raped first otherwise they just become bullies." "But you're talking about randomly raping a couple of 12-year-olds." Replied Alex. "But unlike bullies we'll no when to stop." "Will we?" "Yeah I doubt you have the heart to fuck a lass whose begging otherwise." said Jamal. Changing the subject "So do you want to go and ask them or shall I?" said Alex/ "Weren't you listening to your Mum? Watch!" he called a servant over and whispered something in her ear. She then went over to the girls and said something that made them turn to giggle and look at the boys. Jamal nodded causing them to giggle some more. "My room after dinner, you can spend the night with me and the ladies" he said to Alex who nodded in agreement. Jamal and Alex rushed to Jamal's room immediately after dinner. "Alex just follow my lead!" said Jamal. "Okay!" There was a knock at the door. Jamal went to answer it. The girls came giggling into the room. "Be quiet!" said Jamal quite sternly. The girls immediately complied. There faces were perfectly straight. They were dressed in a traditional school uniform: White blouse, black mini skirt and a tie. They each had a bag of spare clothes with them. "Names!" demanded Jamal. "Kelly" said the Blonde. "Grace" said the brunette. "Now then! You 2 pretties are going to spend the night with us. Firstly Alex here has had a relatively rough start so a little therapy will do him good. Grace!" Grace went over to Alex and escorted him to the spare bed. Alex then found her removing his trousers and massaging his crotch. Meanwhile Jamal was already stripping Kelly of all clothing with hands cuffed. Alex meanwhile was completely naked and while enjoying his handjob decided to make use of the lovely Grace. He decided to skip the rest of it for later though and then ordered Grace: "Kneel against the post slut." She obeyed with out question. Alex then parted her legs and lifted up her skirt to expose her pale white panties. He began caressing her pussy through the pant. She tried to lessen her reactions to Alex but he was her first boy so she couldn't help breathing heavily. She eventually came into her panties. Alex then had her lie on her front and used the opportunity to cuff her. He then flipped her on her front and ripped her shirt off to reveal a pale white bra covering her 12-year-old tits. With her hands cuffed he stripped of his clothing and climbed onto her and shoving his dick in her mouth. He came in her mouth. Jamal in the mean time had stripped Kelly completely naked, tied her to his bed and began pumping his dick in and out of her fanny. When he pulled his dick out it was soaked in cum. "Come on bitch suck my big black dick." The four of them got no sleep that night. Kelly was kept naked but was untied from the bed and cuffed like Grace, Kelly received a lot from Jamal's dick. Grace's bra was removed but panties stayed only so Alex could give her wedgies in the middle of the night. The next morning both boy's their girls oral sex while receiving blowjobs in '69' positions. Kelly was glad to leave the rough attitudes of Jamal. However Alex's timid nature allowed Grace to have fun. She French kissed him and arranged to meet him in her room later.

THE NUTCRACKER BY PENT My naughtiest niece and I decorate the tree for Christmas, and I give her my present of a tutu. The reader may want to play a recording of Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite, to hear the music as Liz dances to it . . . ---- Since leaving the turnpike, I seemed to have driven forever on that snowy Connecticut afternoon. Several times I'd back-tracked and checked the sketch map, then started again from a clearly-marked cross road, and tried once more ... At last! I'd got it right! The name "Grayholme" on the stone gate posts loomed up ahead of me. The house looked friendly with candles lit in several of the windows, but much of the building was lost to sight there amongst the trees. After I'd slid my way up the driveway, I saw an open garage door, and assumed it was meant for me. I eased my Peugeot between the door posts, being careful not to slide into one of them on the thick slippery snow. As I came out with my coat and suitcase, I felt an icy cold wind and was glad of my tweed suit. I closed the garage and turned to make for the front door. There were half a dozen stone steps up to it and as I put my foot on the first one, a light went on and several bolts rattled and banged then the heavy studded door swung open . . . There in the doorway at the top of the steps was my young niece, Elizabeth! "Oh! Hello!! Uncle Penty!!!", she shouted and rushed down the steps to me; she never had been one to stand on ceremony or act ladylike! Down she raced . . . and lost her footing on the slippery snow just as she reached me. I put out an arm and grabbed her, and made very sure she could stand again before I let go, but not before I had hugged her and kissed her forehead, with: "Lizzie, steady my love, or we'll be lying together, down in the snow" "Uncle Penty! You're here! Oh! I'm so sorry - I fell asleep waiting! Where have you been? You were meant to come for lunch! "They've all gone to a party the other side of the river, and left me to open the door for you, 'If he even comes!' they said. I think they really didn't expected you here at all with this awful snow! Do come in!" "I got lost with all the turnings and snow covering the road signs! Thought I'd never arrive, Lizzie! But that doesn't matter now I'm here!" Elizabeth picked up my coat and shook the snow off it, then pulled me up towards the open door. Once inside and the door shut again, I stood in the hall gazing around at the grandfather clock and oil paintings and a magnificent staircase with carved banisters of dark wood. In the dim light, the ceiling looked all of twenty foot high. "Uncle Penty, you must be starving. Rose put a pie in the oven for your lunch before she went home but look, it's three o'clock now!" "Lizzie, that would be lovely. Let me eat in the kitchen while you tell me all about your year. I'll stop in a bathroom on the way if you show me where." "Bathroom's right there by the front door. I'll wait and show you the way, . . . or you'll get lost - again!", and giggled. "Don't get fresh, young lady! I don't want to have to spank you before I even get to eat!" "I'm very sorry, Uncle Penty - really I am!", grinning . . . . I soaked my face and hands in warm water: It made me feel civilized again, and ready to enjoy Lizzie's lively company. Liz was sitting on the bottom stair: "Feel a bit better now?" "Yes. Sorry to be so long - it takes time to thaw out after so much driving - but I'm ready for that pie now. Lead on!" We walked for ages, turning several corners as we went. "Thanks for staying to guide me, Lizzie; I would never have made this on my own.", I said, enjoying her back view, walking ahead of me as she chattered away. I'd sent Elizabeth a birthday card (as usual) only a month before when she had turned fourteen, and she must have put on almost an inch since I'd last seen her, but still no more than about 5-5, and so slender and boyish (except for her firm teenage-girl's bottom) that she couldn't weigh above eighty pounds . . . We were there at last. When Liz turned on the lights I saw that the kitchen was magnificent. I went and lifted the wine bottle from the table - it was a Bordeaux. Paul, her father, had remembered my taste - and he'd placed it close enough to the stove for the bottle to be just at the right temperature . . "I'll pull the cork on this while you serve up the pie for me, Lizzie. Where are the corkscrew and glasses?" "That cupboard there Uncle Penty. I'll see what shape the pie is in. Steak and mushroom, Rose said. And, look! She covered the top with foil to stop it drying out." I opened the bottle and filled two glasses while Liz set a dinner plate in front of me, with the hot pie dish and baked potatoes beside it on a board. As Liz lifted the foil off, I saw the crust was cooked to a "T". "Get a plate for yourself, too, Liz - so at least you can taste it: from the aroma, I think it's going to be very good. Is it all right if I help myself?" "Yes, of course, Uncle Penty! And have as much as you want of it; I've eaten already. I'll just have a little bit to try it." I ate a mouthful of the pie, then took a sip of the wine, and it was heavenly! I felt sure the beef had been flamed with brandy, then wine added before the pie was baked. "Lizzie love, try a sip of wine with the pie. It's a claret and just perfect with steak and mushrooms". I knew Paul had brought her up to take an occasional glass of wine, and Lizzie's eyes sparkled with surprise and pleasure as she savored the lush rich flavor of Rose's pie -washed down with the Saint-Emilion. "Did you find Rose easily after you'd moved in, Liz? Seems like she's a great cook". "I think she worked here for the people before us, so that made it easy. She was able to tell Mummy how everything works and which are the best shops, so she helped us a lot". "Good! That kilt and white blouse you have on, is it part of your school uniform, Liz?" "Yes. It's just laziness to keep putting them on while I'm home -but they *are* nice and warm for this weather". "How are you liking your school? Doing all right there?" "Yes, all right. The other girls are nice; awful food though! My grades are quite good, but I keep getting into trouble with all the silly rules the teachers have". "What about sports? Do you get to play games often?" "Oh, yes! We play field hockey and I'm good at track". "Your long legs must help you there, Lizzie love. And I guess your shapely bottom must be mostly muscle!" Liz giggled, and it was nice to see her blush . . . By the end of our meal, I knew quite a lot about Liz's school, how she spent her time there, and how delightfully her mind was maturing. Then: "Uncle Penty, let's just put these dishes in the sink. We are supposed to be putting up the decorations on the tree, so it's all ready for when they get back from the party tomorrow . . . Oh, I am sorry! You're probably too tired to do it today, after that awful drive you've had, aren't you?" "No, that would be fun, Lizzie love. I'm feeling great now, after that good steak pie and we can take the rest of the bottle with us". I helped clear away, and we were soon ready to go. Her lithe young body moved ahead of me, striding along like the young athlete she was, as we made our way back to the front of the house. In the hallway, I said: "Let me take my suitcase up, and change into something more comfortable. Can you show me the way, Lizzie?" "Yes, but can you carry the case? It looks heavy, and you're much stronger than me - do you mind, Uncle Penty?" "No trouble - I still go to the gym and work out each week!" "You're in a visitors' room on the second floor - follow me". We arrived and I saw it was a good-sized bedroom: "Show me your room, Lizzie, while we are up here". "Sure! It's up on the next floor . . " We walked up one: her room was large and the window looked out on the back of the house, over a courtyard - I could see it faintly in the twilight. "That's lovely! Much bigger than your room in the last house; got your own bathroom, too! The window faces East: Does the sun wake you in the mornings?" "Yes, it will in the spring, when things get a bit brighter!" "You have a night-light; keep it switched on, Lizzie?" "Yes, I don't like the dark when there's a noise in the night!" "Pajamas neatly laid out on the bed all ready for tonight, too. Always do that?" "Just habit from school, Uncle Penty!", giggle! "It's a lovely place you've got, Liz! Well, I'll go and unpack, and change into something better for tree decorating." We went back down to my floor, and Liz went on down. I changed my suit for a lumberjack shirt and corduroys - the house was warm enough I could do without a sweater - and went back down to find the living room. It was a palatial room, and the tree was already in place: it suited the high ceiling and was really tall. There were boxes of decorations beside it and lights, all ready and waiting for us. "Lizzie, I see your windows have folding shutters on the inside; let's go round closing them, to keep the house warm and secure", and we went round all the rooms on the ground floor barring the shutters closed. Then, back where we had started: "That's a great tree for decorating! Let's sit a minute by the fire. Can you put a bit more wood on, so it burns up more? . . That's good! Now come and sit on my knee . . . so I can give you a proper cuddle, Lizzie love!" My hand slipped up under Liz's short kilt and lose panties to fondle the smooth warm silkiness of her well-rounded bottom, just as I have always done and we cuddled together for a long time, then: "Lizzie love?", I murmured at last, "Tell me about the trouble you have had, obeying the rules at school". "Oh! They're just silly school rules! Being at meals exactly on time, instead of being late so often; saying 'Yes, Ma'am' and 'No, Sir' to the teachers, instead of just 'Yes' and 'No'; and walking all the time, instead of running when you feel like it - that's the most difficult rule to remember!" "Elizabeth, my dear sweet naughty niece, I am so sorry to hear all this! From the very way you say it, I can tell you have no intention of even trying to be guided by your elders and betters! You leave me no alternative but to impress on you that I strongly disapprove of your attitude. "Stand up please . . Now put yourself over my knees for a spanking, Elizabeth, to see if I can help you to remember to act more like a lady! "Lift your kilt at the front before you lie on my lap - we don't want it to look all crumpled afterwards, do we?" "Uncle Penty, do you have to? We're supposed to be decorating the tree!" "The tree can wait, my dear niece: this is much more important. Now, we haven't got all day! Up with your kilt, Elizabeth, and over my lap". Hamming it up with a big sigh, Lizzie lifted the front of her short kilt and laid herself across my knees. I might have thought she was reluctant to be spanked, if I hadn't caught a fleeting smile as her head was going down towards the floor! "Both hands touching the floor please, and keep them there. I can see you have quite the wrong attitude towards the good people who are doing their best to teach you to act like a lady, Elizabeth!" And on and on, lecturing her as I lifted the back of Lizzie's kilt and tucked it up into her belt: My arm quickly went up and my palm came down hard - SMACK! - to flattened the soft round cheeks under her white cotton panties . . . and Liz let out a startled "OH!!" "I'll rub your naughty bottom between spanks, Elizabeth; that will make sure you don't have any bruise marks tomorrow." Between me rubbing Lizzie's bottom and smacking it, while I lectured without pause, I could tell through my trouser leg that Lizzie was becoming more and more hot and moist. She was soon weeping buckets which streamed down onto the floor and she gave a noisy gasp with each SMACK! and wriggled her bottom so her pussy rubbed hard against my rough trousers and I pressed my hands more and more firmly down as I rubbed her hot cheeks between each SMACK! and moved my knees to rub my corduroys against her clitty. When I felt that Lizzie had had enough, I let her up. Holding her sore bottom she turned and said: "Uncle Penty, that *hurt* but it was tingly too", smiling through her tears and gave a giggle. "Lizzie my love, go and wash those tears off your face, then come back and we'll start on decorating the tree?" "Uncle Penty, I do love you!" And dear Lizzie held me very tight for a moment, then ran off to the bathroom in the hallway, holding her painful bottom as she went, while I turned to see what we had been given as decorations for the tree. There were strings of lights, and decorations of every conceivable shape and material. As my naughty niece returned: "Lizzie, let's start by going round the bottom branches of the tree with the lights and decorations, and work our way upwards! "I'll push this extension cord into that outlet . . Can you plug a string of lights to the other end? . . And we'll put it around the tree on the lowest branches, fairly low to the ground . . . "Looks good! "Now lets hang decorations under that string of lights". "Oh! Uncle Penty! These are the elves you gave me for Christmas years ago!" "Still got them, Lizzie love? They do look mischievous, don't they? I'll get going with the glass globes . . ." We had soon done the lowest branches, and went on with the next ones up: "Let's plug this string into the end of the first one, and hang it on the branches around the tree, a bit further up from the ground. "That's great, Lizzie love! That's looking great! It's good hanging the lights while the lamps are lit, isn't it? We can see what the effect is going to be, while we're doing it! "I'll follow you and put decorations round the tree under those lights . ." I followed Liz as we slowly worked our way round and round the tree with strings of lights and decorations. It was a delight to watch her graceful movements, stooping and then having to stretch upwards higher and higher, which accentuated her bottom and budding breasts, while she chattered away and we got further and further up the tree from the ground. At last, Lizzie was on tip-toes and could reach no higher. "That's as far as I can go, Uncle Penty! I guess we have to use that step ladder next!?" "We'd have to keep moving the steps, Lizzie love . . . I have another idea: Let's plug in these next three strings of lights, one on the end of the other, and lay them along on the floor . . "Now, you take the one at the very end and get up on the table here . . I sit at the edge, so you can clamber up and sit on my shoulders. "Best lift your kilt at the front so it doesn't get crumpled - again (grin!) . . . Up on my shoulders . . . That's it! Now hold on tight with your legs - like when you're horse riding - and I'll hold you too . . ." I slid my hands up and under Lizzie's panties to grasp her bottom on each side and my two hands slid up along her thighs and round her silky smooth cheeks to hold her firmly pressed against the back of my neck. I could feel her soft little pussy pushing against me there, warm and moist . . . "All set, Lizzie love?" "Giddapp, Bronco!", giggle! I carefully stood up with Liz clamped firmly in the saddle of my neck! I bounced up and down gently, to make sure she was securely in place - and to let her get comfortable with the feel of being held this way. "OK, Lizzie love? Do you feel happy for me to walk around with you like this?" "Uncle Penty! Yes! (giggle) Very happy! (giggle) You make a good bronco!" And Lizzie giggled more as she wriggled her hips, rubbing her pussy against my neck . . "Right! Off we go, Lizzie love!", as I walked slowly towards the tree. "Now, my sweet niece, can you carefully run your hands down along that strings of lights . . . until you reach the place where you can carry on with hanging them on the branches?" "Ohhhh!! I nearly dropped them . . That's it! I've got the place! Can you move to your right, slooooowly round the tree? . . and I'll put them in place". And we went on round the tree, with Liz bending this way and that, squirming around on my shoulders to reach the branches of the tree . . My fingers were flexing against her silky smooth cheeks all the time to hold her as she wriggled around and bent her body this way and that . . and I could feel her little cunnie getting more and more hot and moist against the back of my neck all the time. "Are you all right, Lizzie love? It's a lot of bending and stretching for you! Are you feeling safe? Do you need to get down to rest for a bit?" "I'm all right thank you Uncle Penty! (giggle) I feel sometimes as if I might slip off your shoulders though! Maybe you could hold me a bit more firmly with your hands?!" - giggle! I flexed my fingers even more into Liz's silky smooth cheeks to press her hot little pussy even harder against my neck and turned my head from side to side to rub back and fore against it. "Better, Lizzie love?" "Yes! That's wonderful Uncle Penty!! (giggle) Keep pressing like that!!" And I knew Lizzie was loving every minute of it . . . "There!! All the lights are in place, Uncle Penty. Can you stand back so we can see they are all in the right place?!" "Well done, Lizzie my love", and I moved back as she asked. "I think they look great! What do you say?!" And the lights really did look wonderful!! ---- "Now! What I'd like to do, Lizzie love, is to hold a box of the decorations in one hand for you to choose from and fasten on the tree, while I hold you with just one hand! Will you feel safe enough up there like that, do you think, Lizzie love?" "Let's try it Uncle Penty! If I feel wobbly, I can always drop an ornament and grab your head! But not if you hold me very firmly with one hand!" - giggle! I walked over to the table and took one of the boxes of decorations in my left hand while I kept pressing Liz's hot little pussy against my neck with my other hand on her bottom. As I walked back to the tree again, I bounced Lizzie up and down: "Feel secure up there, do you, Lizzie love?" "Yup! Hope you can breathe OK with my legs griping you like this!?" I could feel Liz's bare feet were curled around behind my back so her legs held her firmly in place: She didn't really need my hand behind her at all . . . "I'm fine, thank you! It's you that's doing all the work here, Lizzie love. Right! Let's get going on the decorations again... says the slave driver!" "Telling me! Never known anyone like it! And he beats me if I don't do what he says, too!" - giggle! When that box of ornaments was finished I walked over to the table and got another box . . . and then another. To reach up so she could get the last of the decorations into place, Liz rose in her 'saddle', ramming her hot pussy, slathering now with her juices, against the back of my head. My hand kept a firm hold of Lizzie's silky smooth bottom and I kept moving my head from side to side as though I was looking around, and I felt Lizzie getting even more excited with this rubbing against her hot pussy . . . ---- When Liz had fixed the last decoration in place: "Just go round the tree, just once, so we can be sure it looks all right, Uncle Penty!" "Right! A slow canter . . ." As I slowly walked round the tree, I bounced Liz up and down on my shoulders at every step, while I kept her pressed hard against my neck. She was giving little excited gasps at each step, and I could sense the arousal that was surging up within her. I knew it was not a minute too soon to get her off my shoulders so I went and sat on the edge of the table again . . and Lizzie's face was flushed with excitement. "There's one last decoration to go up, Lizzie love! That angel needs to be wired to the very top of the tree!" "Uncle Penty! The tree's too high! I can never get it right up there!" "I think you can just do it, Lizzie love - if I hold you a bit differently. Get off my shoulders . . . take the angel in one hand - and you see the two wires? You just have to twist them round the twig that points upwards right at the top of the tree. "Now, you turn your back to this edge of the table here . . and stand with your legs well apart . . I'll sit beside you on the table . . and my hand will make like a bicycle saddle for you". I slid the heel of my palm firmly up between Liz's legs until it was pressing against her crotch, and my fingers were cupped around her pussy where her panties were now soaking wet . . . My other hand took a firm grasp of the ankle nearest me, as she stood on the table. "Now, as you stand on the table, I want you to bend your legs, then straighten them quickly, so you do a standing jump up in the air . . I'll straighten my arm at the same time, so you'll be sitting right up there, as far as I can reach. "You'll be fine, with your strong legs, I know! Start by jumping as high as you can. Think you can do it, Lizzie love?" "Sounds OK! Grip my ankle well, won't you Uncle Penty?!" "Yup! You say 'One, Two, Three', then jump - so I'm ready to lift you up Lizzie love!" "OK! Here goes! Ready?? One - Two - Three - UP!" Liz gave a magnificent standing-jump with my arm heaving her up at the same time . . . and there she was! Supported by my hand under her pussy, right up there as far as I could reach. . . much higher than she had been before. "Well done, Lizzie love! Now, I'll walk over . . . . and you can bend forward slowly . . . and fasten the angel right at the top of the tree." . . . . . . . With every step, Lizzie was giving excited little gasps Of delight; when we reached the tree, she bent slooooowly forward, throwing her weight right onto her little cunnie, and shouted: "Done it! Hooray!!" By this time, Lizzie was so excited by having her whole weight supported on her cunnie as it sat in the palm of my hand, that her juices were running freely down my arm. After she'd said "Hooray!!", I began turning my hand side to side at the top of my wrist, slowly back and fore, swiveling it around under her cunnie while I held her ankle steady . . so her clitty was being slowly mushed around as my hand moved under it. "We can walk round the room like this, Lizzie love. Hold the top of the door to steady yourself . . . and look around the whole room, just the way the angel sees it from the top of the tree!" "Ohhh! Penty! I can't stand it!! What's happening to me?! Ohhhh!! It's wonderful!! Do stop!! Stop!! More!! More!! More ! ! Oh! ! ! ! What's happening?!" My darling sweet niece, Lizzie love, bent and bucked and jerked and squirmed and wriggled her body around, while I steadied her with my grip on her ankle, and I kept swiveling my hand round from side to side to mush her soft warm cunnie as it supported her whole weight, sitting on my slowly-moving hand. She said nothing more that was coherent - just grunts, sighs, gasps, groans, and shouts of: "Mooooore! Mooooooore!! Moooooooore!!!" until my lovely Lizzie went tense and rigid, shaking and shouting with primitive grunts and groans, then folded and collapsed down into my waiting arms. I carried my lovely niece to the armchair by the fire and held her on my lap as I sank back cuddling her, and I was sure now from her shouts of "What's happening to me?" that my sweet Lizzie truly had never before in her life experienced the thrill of an erotic climax! And what better present could I possibly give my dear Lizzie this Christmas than the first time she had ever felt that ecstasy as it gripped her whole body and soul while it held her in its thrall?! And Lizzie slept the sleep of a seraph, while I sat gazing at the most wonderfully decorated tree that I'd ever seen. . a reminder of my dear young niece's ecstatic joy as she reached to place the angel on top of the tree . . . while my hand under her kilt was gently stroking Lizzie's silky smooth bottom. ---- Lizzie soon awoke from her sleep on my lap in front of the fire: "Lizzie, I haven't given you your present yet!", as I reached behind the chair and brought up a parcel that looked the size of a small bicycle wheel, but it was much too light for that. "Uncle Penty! How nice of you!", and she ripped the paper off to reveal a classical stiff-ruff tutu. "Uncle Penty! I haven't worn a ballet tutu for years! How did you know I had ever learned ballet?" "You let it out last time I saw you, Liz! Why don't you go and put it on, and your ballet shoes too? I want to show you a way to dance that is probably quite new to you." "All right, Uncle Penty. It looks such a lovely tutu. But I'll be terribly stiff, I know!" and she ran off upstairs to her bedroom. I took off my shoes so my feet would slide around on the parquet floor in my socks. By the time Liz came back I had put on a CD I'd brought with me, and a Tchaikovsky piano concerto was playing. The tutu I had bought had come attached to a cotton vest that covered Lizzie's top half: "Liz! You look just lovely in your tutu! Come here so I can show you how we are going to dance the Nutcracker - It's the next music on this CD". "Oh but Uncle Penty, it's more than a year since I made any ballet move!" "Doesn't matter, Lizzie my dear. All you have to do is take a position. Come over here and I'll show you, Lizzie love". She came across and curtsied gracefully with mischief in her eyes and looking absolutely adorable. "Do you remember how to make an Arabesque, Liz? - Both feet flat on the floor then raise your arms gracefully above your head, hands about two feet apart, palms to the side, and face looking to the front. "Now bend your body forward at the hips and raise your right leg so it is straight out behind you, in line with your body. "Bend a bit more until your chest is resting on my hand here, Liz, to steady you. "Now the overture of Nutcracker is beginning . . . "Do you feel steady with my hand under you like this, Lizzie?" "Yes, I think so Uncle Penty, thank you. But go gently - at first anyhow" (giggle). "The way of dancing I'm going to show you is called 'Portay', Liz. It's the French word for 'Carried', because *you* don't make any moves, Lizzie - I lift you up and carry you every step of the way. "I first saw this when I was a student at Cambridge, and never have I seen a ballerina look so happy while she danced. She just needed to look graceful while her partner did all the work!" "Here's the Overture beginning. I take your weight in the usual way in ballet, with my other hand under you, and I lift you firmly . . ." I slid my cupped hand between Liz's legs so it was under her little cunnie, separated from my fingers only by the thin cotton of the tight panties that she had changed into. I said: "Now I begin to lift you up and down gently, Lizzie, in time to the music. "You can enhance your movement by pushing up on the toe which is on the floor. Try it: up . . . up . . . up . . . "Be sure to keep your right leg straight and in line with your body, Lizzie. "You have the position beautifully, Liz! "Let's just get used to standing in one place and floating up and down in time to the music while the Overture is playing. "Up - down - up - down - up - down - up ....." I was lifting and lowering Lizzie in the slow and stately tempo of the overture so she got used to the support for her whole weight being concentrated mostly on her soft little cunnie. "Now here comes the Nutcracker March, and I begin to move you along the floor in small steps, in time with the music Lizzie. "You see: we'll soon be in front of the big wall mirror . . . and now you can see yourself, as you float up and down most beautifully in time to the March Lizzie: up - down - up -down - up - down". "It's so easy, Uncle Penty! And it feels nice too (giggle). Can you lift me up and down a bit harder Uncle Penty please?" "The fast music is coming soon, Lizzie love. Try and concentrate for now on looking beautiful and being in perfect control. Here comes the Dance of the Sugar- Plum Fairy. It's quite quiet music, you'll see . . . ." "Next is the Russian Dance: now we move more lively in time with the music: up down up down up down . . ." I began lifting Liz more briskly, in time to the faster music, all the time watching carefully to see how hard she wanted to be lifted by my hand under her quim. Her excitement increased and my pressure on her soft little cunnie got stronger and stronger until I was almost thumping her little pussy with my cupped hands to lift her whole body up again and again in time with the fast music. I felt her excitement mounting as the thrill of erotic arousal began to course through her frame. The Russian Dance was over far too quickly but I couldn't have continued for much longer anyway at that quick ecstatic pace, and neither could Liz: She was already trembling in a state of jittery excitement. So I chose the languid tempo of the next dance to say: "Let's both rest for this slow Arabian dance, Liz: Gently bring your body up vertical as you lower your right foot to the floor. "Turn now and be ready to dance in the other direction with your *left* leg in the air behind you, when I give the word. "Are you enjoying your ballet lesson, Lizzie love?" "Oh. yes!", still trembling with excitement, "It's just wonderful Uncle Penty! I never knew ballet could be so much fun (giggle), but (very impatiently) how soon can we go on?!" "Good, now! Here we go: one - two - three - OFF" I lifted my hand between her legs again and again in quick succession to raise Liz in time with the fast piccolo notes in the Chinese Dance while my fingers moved rapidly, deep in the softness of her cunnie, and the fingers of my other hand were buried into her sweet budding breasts. Lizzie's excitement was growing by the minute with the pounding of my hand under her dripping-wet quim and she started to gasp and moan as she helped each "up" movement by springing on her toes. The Chinese Dance gave into another quick dance and Liz began shouting hoarsely: "Harder, Uncle Penty! Harder! Oh! Ooooooh! Aaaaaaaaah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooooooooooooooooooh!" While my fingers were strumming on her hot tumescent cunnie, Lizzie's whole frame suddenly stiffened and went completely rigid . . . . and I caught her up into my arms just as she was about to collapse down onto the floor. A Waltz was beginning and I carried my sweet Liz to the sofa and laid her gently down. I stroked Lizzie's hair gently until she began to move and recovered enough to be aware again of her surroundings. Then I lifted her to sit on my lap in front of the fire with her head on my shoulder while I stroked her long athletic legs. "Uncle Penty, what happened to me?", came her sleepy voice. "You danced most beautifully to the Nutcracker Suite in your new tutu, dear Lizzie, and you looked absolutely divine my lovely niece! "You got more and more excited as you danced, until you just about passed out with the excitement of it all. "It's been an exciting evening dear Lizzie with all the tree decorating and your ballet lesson and now I think I should take you up to bed for a good night's sleep. Just put your arm round my neck dear Liz and I'll carry you up". As we reached her bedroom, I grabbed a towel and put it down on her bed-sheet. Lizzie was still quite groggy from her shattering climax and I supported her as she stood while I removed her vest with the tutu attached, then she flopped down onto the towel on her bed and I pulled the sheet up to her chin. "Just stay there a moment, Lizzie my love, and I'll make you ready to sleep". I ran water from the tap and went back with a warm sponge which I used gently, first on her face and neck, drying with the towel as I went, then rolled her over and slid off her panties to sponge her lovely high-water-mark bottom. Looking down at my dear exhausted Lizzie lying naked on her bed I couldn't but feel wistfully that this was probably the last time I would see her lying unclothed with such tom-boy unconcern. The very pleasures that I had just introduced my dear Lizzie to would bring in their train feelings of coy modesty . . I rolled Lizzie over on her back and lifted a leg to carefully sponge away the juices that had flowed so freely this evening. Pajama legs and jacket on next, then I pulled up the bed clothes and was making sure that Lizzie would be comfortable through the night, when her voice came drowsily: "Uncle Penty, thank you so much for decorating the tree with me. And for the tutu as a present. And for teaching me that lovely way to do ballet dancing. It was heavenly! "Good night Uncle Penty!", and Lizzie put both her arms round my neck and pulled me tight to her. "See you in the morning, Uncle Penty!", as she turned her head on the pillow and was soon breathing deeply in a sound sleep. I went down to check the fire was safe . . . found some of Lizzie's things in the bathroom by the front door, and left everything ship-shape downstairs. I quietly checked the bolts on the front and back doors which had ensured our privacy and turned off the lights, then carried the things upstairs to her room. My naughtiest niece, Lizzie love, lay sleeping with a smile on her face. As I gently kissed her flushed face and hot lips, I murmured: "I did enjoy decorating the tree with you, and teaching you a new way to dance dear Lizzie! "Only three or four more Christmases and you will be enjoying the freedom of college life, my love! "Happy, happy Christmas, Lizzie my sweetest angel!"

The Ronson Procedure By NyteMyst Although the Chilcote Academy was not particularly noted for academic excellence, it did enjoy a certain reputation for achieving results with students who had proved difficult or even unmanageable at other institutions. Originally established as a boys' school in the late nineteenth century, the school had thrown open its doors to females in the nineteen-fifties and it now housed a small girls' campus that was kept carefully separate from the male half of the school. The Academy grounds were nestled in a wooded valley some five miles from the nearest town and a high brick wall both encircled the property as well as dividing it into the male and female campuses. Only a large imposing Administrative building, which had once comprised the entire school itself, joined the two separate halves into a single institution. When Todd Halprin was enrolled in the Academy during his fourteenth year, the institution was run by Ms. Honoria Blackwell, a stern, no-nonsense educator who took pride in the discipline she was able to maintain within the student body. She had impressive credentials as well as a formidable reputation amongst her peers and she assured Todd's parents that he would shortly settle down under the strict and demanding routine that governed daily life at the school. Todd, who had recently been expelled from his last Boarding school after a pot- smoking incident in the dormitory, was less than enthusiastic about his change of surroundings. However, after his first two-weeks at the Academy, he found that the place was not all that bad and he began to make some friends amongst the other students. The classes were no more difficult than at his previous school and, though there were rules and regulations to observe, he had no real problem with the place. One afternoon during his third week at the school, he happened to notice the long, two-story structure behind the Administration building. He had seen it before but hadn't really given it much thought at the time and he asked a friend what it was. "The special unit," his friend responded without further explanation. "What's that?" asked Todd curiously, staring at the building. "Just another part of the school," shrugged the boy. "It's where they teach the special students." "The bad ones?" Todd queried. His friend shook his head. "Oh no the really good ones I think." "So what do they do there?" Todd wanted to know. "Hell I don't know," came the reply. "Once you go there, nobody ever sees you again 'til you graduate" This somewhat cryptic response might have provided some food for speculation in Todd's mind but the issue was quickly dismissed when the bell rang for class and he promptly forgot about it thereafter. It wasn't until a week or so later that the subject of the special unit came up once again. "Report to the Head Mistress's office, Mr. Halprin," the Dormitory supervisor said to Todd one afternoon. Todd felt a sudden stab of anxiety. In past experience, such meetings invariably resulted from incidents of bad behavior and, though he could think of nothing he had done wrong, he was still nervously apprehensive at the prospect of the interview. He tried to ask what it was all about but was dismissed with a curt warning not to keep the head mistress waiting. About twenty minutes later, Todd found himself in Ms. Blackwell's plushly furnished office in the Administrative building. A secretary told him to wait and he sat in a wooden chair in front of her imposing desk, trying to imagine what he must have done to warrant this meeting. He was in a state of near nervous prostration when the head mistress finally swept into the room. "Ah Mr. Halprin," Ms. Blackwell smiled as Todd climbed to his feet. At forty she was still an attractive woman with a trim figure and a mane of luxurious black hair that was pulled back tightly into a bun. She strode past him, waving him back into his chair, and sat down behind her desk. "And how are you settling in young man?" she asked him pleasantly. "Uh uh, fine," Todd managed to reply, his mouth dry with anxiety. Ms. Blackwell smiled in response and then began to question him about his work at the school and his previous educational experiences. This continued for about ten minutes and then a knock came at the door, interrupting the interview. Ms. Blackwell bade the caller enter and a young lady wearing a school uniform came in carrying a bundle of file folders. "Here are the files you requested," said the girl as she approached the desk. She was quite tall, approximately seventeen years old and she had long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Her figure was delectably trim beneath the tight fitting black uniform dress and Todd stared at what was clearly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. She set the files down on the headmistress' desk. "Thank you, Tanya," said Ms. Blackwell. The girl nodded in response and then, without so much as a glance at Todd, she turned and left the room. Todd, unable to help himself, turned to stare after her and the headmistress smiled at the effect the young girl had had upon him. She cleared her throat pointedly. "And now to the purpose of this meeting," she began briskly. "After the last few weeks of observation, we have decided to transfer you to the special unit," she told Todd, pausing to let the announcement sink in. Todd swallowed. "The the special unit?" he faltered. "What will I do there?" "It's an adjunct to the normal curriculum," Ms. Blackwell explained. "I want you to move into the unit today. Once you are settled in, the program will be explained to you." She arose from her desk and pushed the button on her intercom. "Send Ms. Davies in, please," she said. Todd wanted to ask for further details but before he could even formulate a question the door opened and a very pretty woman in a white lab coat entered. She had long copper colored hair and a pair of small-framed glasses that emphasized rather than detracted from her finely chiseled features. "This is Todd Halprin," Ms. Blackwell said to the woman. "He's transferred to the special unit as of this moment." "Academic wing or the clinic?" the woman asked. "Clinic" replied Ms. Blackwell, sitting back down behind her desk. This piece of information seemed to please Ms. Davies. "Excellent," she beamed. She nodded to Todd. "Come on then, young man," she commanded. Todd rose uncertainly, feeling even more nervous than before, and was chivied out of the room by the pretty young woman. "Did did Ms. Blackwell say the clinic?" he asked as he was led down a corridor toward the back of the building. Ms. Davies nodded. "But I'm not sick," he protested. "That's good," answered Ms. Davies as they reached the rear exit. "We need you healthy." She pushed open and they began to cross a short walkway leading to the special unit building. "What about my stuff?" asked Todd. Ms. Davies shook her head. You won't need anything," she informed him in a tone of finality that precluded any further conversation. They had reached the special unit and Ms. Davies pulled open the door and waved the nervous boy inside. He entered and saw a stairway leading up and one leading down. "This way" commanded Ms. Davies, taking the latter. A few moments later, Todd found himself in a long corridor completely finished in white tile. Doorways led off to either side of the hallway and Todd was instructed to enter the first of these on his left. Inside there was a desk and several filing cabinets and a row of hooks on which reposed the type of short smocks given to patients in hospitals. Ms. Davies nodded toward them. "Get undressed and put on a gown," she instructed him. "I'll be back in a moment." She turned and left Todd then, leaving him standing confused and uncertain in the little room. He hesitated for several minutes, wondering if he should try and escape but then, realizing the hopelessness of this course of action, he gave in and began to disrobe. Even the largest of the gowns he tried on extended no more than two inches below his crotch and he felt helplessly exposed as he tied the strings behind him. His bottom was almost totally open to view no matter how tightly he pulled the garment about him and he was afraid that any uncalculated movement would allow his genitals to swing free. He stood with his back to the wall as Ms. Davies returned. "Excellent," the woman smiled as she entered the room. She sat at the desk for a moment and wrote in a ledger and then she stood up and beckoned to Todd. "Come on then let's get you to your room," she said. Todd was led out of the room and down the corridor. The doorways to the right, he noticed, were all double doors with windows set into each half. He tried to see what was inside but in each case the lights were either off or else turned down very low. To the left, the doors were all single and without windows. The first half dozen or so were all closed but the seventh was open and, as he and his escort drew near, he managed to look inside, the sight within causing him to gasp out loud. There was a narrow bed just inside the door and strapped to it, fully naked, was a boy of about his own age. He was blindfolded, with straps over his arms and lower legs and there was a curious gleaming steel cylinder completely enclosing his cock. Two rubber tubes extended from the top of the cylinder, one snaking down into a glass receptacle on the floor and the other going across his body into a strange humming device on a small table beside the bed. There was a woman in front of the table, her back to the door, and, as she manipulated some controls on the device the boy suddenly arched his back, thrusting his hips upward toward the ceiling. His fingers gripped the sheet beneath him and his features contorted into a tight rictus, though of pleasure or pain Todd could not tell. In horrified fascination, Todd faltered in his step as he peered through the doorway and he felt Ms. Davies push lightly against the small of his back. "Come along, Mr. Halprin," she said briskly. Todd was taken down the corridor past a few more closed doors and then ushered into a room almost exactly like the one he had just seen. Ms. Davies instructed him to wait there for him and then, without providing him with any further information, she closed the door and left him. Todd, his pulse still racing, sat down heavily on the little bed and clasped his hands together tightly in his lap. He could not get the strange image of the naked boy out of his mind and, as he sat there, very much alone, he wondered what on earth he had gotten himself into. *** Almost an hour passed before Ms. Davies returned. When she returned, she beckoned to Todd and led him across the hall to one of double sets of doors. She pushed it open and stood aside to let Todd enter and he found himself in a white tiled room that looked alarmingly like the operating room of a hospital. It was quite large, divided down the middle by a low screen, and he could see that there were other people in the far half of the room. For a moment, Todd could make out very little and then he saw, with a little leap of his heart, that one of the figures was Tanya, the pretty girl he had seen in the Headmistress' office earlier that day. She was now wearing a white clinical gown like Ms. Davies and she didn't look up when Todd entered. Beside her was another white-coated figure with her back to Todd and, though he could not see her face, he knew from the glossy black hair that it was Ms. Blackwell. Both females seemed engrossed by something on the table between them and, looking down, Todd could just make out a pair of naked legs stretched flat and strapped to the white-sheeted tabletop. "Mr. Halprin is here," Ms. Davies announced. "Very well have him prepped," the headmistress replied without looking up. Todd was led toward a small doorway at the rear of the operating room and, as he was taken, he saw another table against the back wall. It was of a distinctly medical design, with foot stirrups at one end, and the upper half of the table was inclined to form a backrest. He goggled at it nervously as he passed, wondering if it might have something to do with his presence in this curious place. The little room through the doorway contained a toilet against one wall and, beside it, a low platform with a sink at the foot end. There were three taps over the sink and the middle faucet had a long rubber tube attached to it. Ms. Davies lifted the tube to examine it and, when she did so, Todd saw the black rubber nozzle at the far end. It was similar to a device he'd seen some years ago and he felt his heart sink at the sight of it. "Oh ohplease," he began to protest. "I really don't think I needI don't think I need that." Ms. Davies clucked almost impatiently. "Come on, Todd," she said firmly. "It's part of the procedure." She patted the top of the platform indicating where she wanted him. Some three years earlier, Todd had been hospitalized with an intestinal complaint and he had been given an enema as part of his treatment. He could not remember much of the procedure having been to sick to care a great deal, but he did recall that it was rather uncomfortable. He was in no rush to repeat the experience but he knew that resistance could only lead to unpleasantness and, reluctantly, he climbed to his knees on the platform. "Have you had an enema before?" Ms. Davies asked. She pressed against the small of Todd's back, pushing him down onto all fours. "Once" responded Todd miserably. He heard a snapping sound as Ms. Davies pulled on rubber gloves and then there was a brief silence as she busied herself at the sink. "Well this won't be too bad," she said soothingly. She approached Todd and pulled his gown up over his hips, making him squirm in embarrassment as his entire nether region was exposed to her. There was a slight pause and then he felt Ms. Davies' fingers slide between the cheeks of his bottom and begin to apply a thick greasy ointment to his anus, rubbing it in with slow circular motions. The sensation was not at all unpleasant and, despite his discomfiture, he felt a familiar stirring in his groin. Ms. Davies massaged for a moment or two, working the cream inside with the tip of one finger and then she withdrew her hand. A moment later, Todd felt the nozzle he had seen a few minutes before pressing up against his anus and he let out a short gasp as the woman slid it inside him with practiced ease. There was a brief feeling of discomfort as the bulbous tip stretched his sphincter and then the whole implement was slipping easily inside his rectum. It was not at all as painful as he remembered it to be from his first experience and, to his surprise and humiliation, he discovered he was now fully and stiffly erect. He heard Ms. Davies give a low chuckle. "Don't worry about that, Todd," she laughed softly. "That happens with all the boys." Ms. Davies stepped back from the platform and turned on the tap. A moment later, Todd felt a surge of cool water flooding him and he gasped again. The flow was steady but not too intense and it produced a curious but pleasurable sensation deep inside him causing his cock to throb heavily between his legs. It continued for about a minute and a half and then a fullness seemed to develop in Todd's stomach making him grunt at the pressure. "Just a bit more," Ms. Davies said. She allowed the water to flow for a few more seconds until the pressure became almost too intense and then she quickly switched off the tap. She waited for a moment and then she grasped the nozzle. "I'll need you to roll quickly over to the toilet when I remove this," she said. "Can you manage that?" "Yes yes, I think so," Todd whispered, gritting his teeth at the distention he was feeling. Swiftly, Ms. Davies withdrew the implement from Todd's rectum and he quickly rolled off the platform and sank down gratefully on the nearby commode. Almost immediately, the contents of his bowel began to Texpel in a splattering rush of fluid and he experienced a deep sense of relief. It was embarrassing doing this in front of a stranger but Ms. Davies seemed unconcerned by the procedure and she busied herself at a counter at the far side of the room as Todd continued his expulsion. He was just draining himself of the last bit of liquid when she turned to him again and he saw, with a little stab of alarm, that she was holding a razor and a can of shaving cream. "We have to get you all clean and neat," she smiled as she approached him. She knelt down on the floor in front of the boy and pushed him back against the tank of the toilet so that his still erect cock bobbed into view over the seat. Todd blushed. "Do do you have to?" he inquired tremulously. "'Fraid so," Ms. Davies responded. She squirted a generous dollop of the cream into her hand and then applied it to his pubic bush, massaging it in. As she did so, her hand brushed against Todd's erection and he jumped at the sensation. It was the first time that anyone had touched him there since he was an infant and he felt his face turn redder still. "Okay, let's get this done," said Ms. Davies. With deft speed, the woman quickly maneuvered the razor over Todd's genital region, denuding him of his sparse growth of hair. She used her free hand to move his cock this way and that and, though it was all rather alarming to Todd, the gentle, almost casual way she manipulated him was curiously exciting. He could feel his cock head throb inside the sheath of his foreskin as he looked down and he experienced an odd rush of arousal when he saw the strangely compelling sight of his bald, shiny smooth pubis. "There we go," Ms. Davies announced as she climbed to her feet. She moved to the door and called out. "Finished" she said. There was silence for a moment and then the headmistress replied. "Okay let's get him measured." Todd was led back into the main room and, as he stood by the back wall, he was able to see around the screen into the other half of the chamber. Tanya, standing at the opposite side of the table looked up to see him and, as though automatically, her eyes dropped to Todd's groin. His erection had flagged a little, leaving him only semi-erect, and he blushed again when he fancied he saw a smirk of amusement flit across her pretty features. She turned away, as though dismissing him, and busied herself at a counter against the far wall. "Okay up on the stool," Ms. Davies said to him. She pointed to a small footstool on the floor near the dividing screen and he approached it, stepping up onto the nine-inch high platform. As he did this, he was now able to see right over the top of the screen and for a moment he was able to see another boy on his hands and knees on the operating table beyond. The boy, who looked very much like the one Todd had seen in the little room earlier was sporting an impressive erection that pointed down stiffly toward a glass receptacle on the table top beneath him. It was curious sight indeed and, although Todd had never had a remotely sexual though involving another male, the sight of this boy's obvious arousal produced a sympathetic throb of arousal in Todd's own cock, bringing him fully hard once again. He stared for a moment longer and then Ms. Blackwell strode up to him from around the far end of the screen. "Alright, let's get a look at you," she said. She nodded approvingly when she saw his state of tumescence and pulled a tape measure from the pocket of her coat. "Twelve centimeters," she intoned to herself as she stretched the tape alongside the shaft of Todd's erection. She reached out and gripped the end of his organ, making the boy shiver at the sensation. "Nice thick foreskin, too," she observed. She turned to Ms. Davies. "Have you cleaned inside the prepuce?" she asked. "Not yet, headmistress" Ms. Davies replied. "Never mind, I'll do it," smiled Ms. Blackwell. She motioned Todd to climb down from the stool and, as he did so, he saw Tanya approach the other boy, her hands sheathed in clear plastic gloves. She caught his eye for a moment and smiled before turning to whatever task she was about to undertake. "Up here, please," Ms. Blackwell said to Todd, patting the table beside the wall. Nervously, Todd climbed up on the table, turning to lie with his back propped up against the reclining rear section. Nothing too terrible had happened to him yet but he trembled in anticipation when Ms. Blackwell grasped the shaft of his cock in one hand and deftly rolled back the foreskin with her other. She seemed pleased by what she saw, and she gently slipped the thick hood back and forth several times, exposing and re-exposing the shiny head beneath in rapid succession as though performing some sort of test. She released him then and fumbled in the pocket of her clinician's coat. A moment later, Ms. Blackwell withdrew several small metallic objects and, eyeing the dimensions of Todd's cock, she selected one and returned the remainder to her pocket. The object consisted of a cylindrical metal cage approximately an inch and a half long and a little more than an inch in diameter and it had a thick metal ring at one end. Grasping Todd's cock again, she slipped back the foreskin a final time and then slid the metal ring over the shiny head, pushing it down until it was seated beneath the corona, with the cage completely enclosing the head. She paused for a moment and then, too Todd's amazement, she began to work the thick sleeve of foreskin back up around the sides of the cage. The stretching sensation was very intense and a band of sweat broke upon Todd's brow as Ms. Blackwell manipulated his foreskin, sliding the narrow hood up, millimeter by millimeter, around the metal device. It took several minutes and then Todd was confronted with the novel sight of his foreskin completely extended, yet held open by the strange appliance. Normally curving around his cock head, the foreskin now rose vertically, as wide as the shaft of his cock along its entire length, and the hole nearly a centimeter in diameter where it closed about the top of the cage. "There" said Ms. Blackwell to herself. She reached beneath the table and retrieved a hose with a very thin nozzle attachment and a trigger extending from the base. It looked to Todd like the water pic his parents used for dental care and when Ms. Blackwell activated the trigger, sending a powerful yet narrow stream of water into the air, he saw that its function was exactly the same. She made an adjustment to the nozzle so that the stream began to pulse and then she turned to Todd. "This will sting a little for the first few seconds," she informed him. "But you'll quickly get used to it." She placed a curved kidney basin between his legs, sliding it beneath his scrotum, and then she grasped Todd's cock firmly about the base with her left hand and brought the tip of the spray nozzle up to the opening to Todd's cock. She paused for a moment, examining the interior, and then she activated the spray. "Oh Oh gosh!" exclaimed Todd in some alarm. The thin jet of water burst across the surface of his sensitive cock head like a tattoo of tiny needles, drumming against the flesh unmercifully. In moments the cup created by Todd's foreskin filled with water and the overflow ran down his shaft into the waiting kidney basin. Several times, Ms. Blackwell bent his cock forward to empty the water and then she continued scouring the interior, playing the narrow jet around and over the shiny surface. It did indeed sting at first, almost painfully in fact, but then, as the operation continued the sensation became quite pleasurable and Todd began to fear that if it went on much longer he might embarrass himself by ejaculating. He felt a building pressure deep with in his loins and then, just as he felt himself reaching the point of no return, the headmistress abruptly switched off the jet and returned the nozzle to its holder beneath the table. "Excellent" concluded the headmistress with a smile. "Now we need to proceed to the volume test." She saw a look of consternation pass across Todd's face and she patted his thigh reassuringly. "Don't worry," she told him. "Nobody dislikes this part" Turning away from Todd, Ms. Blackwell went over to a cabinet at the far wall and took out a strange device consisting of a long glass cylinder graduated with markings along the length. It was bottle shaped at one end, terminating in a narrower nozzle-type opening, and the other end had a heavy metal base. From a nipple along the middle of the cylinder, there was a short rubber hose with a bulb attachment. Ms. Blackwell examined the device and then, with a nod, approached her nervous patient. "Okay," she said. "Let's get you attached" Taking hold of Todd's still erect cock once again, the head mistress inserted the narrow end of the glass cylinder into the opening created by the foreskin cage. She pushed it flush against the head of Todd's cock and then, giving a few short pumps to the bulb attachment, she caused the cylinder to suck hard against the firm penis flesh, creating a vacuum that held the device firmly in place. Testing the suction and nodding with approval, she then unsnapped the rubber hose and directed Todd to get up from the table. As soon as Todd stepped down to the floor, the cylinder, with its heavy metal base, pulled his cock straight down toward the floor and swung back and forth. It was a strangely exciting sensation and Todd felt himself throb with arousal as the fullness of the weight tugged at him. At Ms. Blackwell's direction he crossed the floor to the dividing screen and stepped up onto the little stool once again. "Feet far apart, please," she instructed him. From atop the stool, Todd could see into the other half of the room again. The other boy was still on the table on all fours and his eyes were closed in obvious pleasure as Tanya ministered to his midsection. The girl had her back to Todd, obscuring exactly what she was doing, but he could see that her left arm was reaching beneath the boy and moving back and forth rhythmically while the other seemed to be manipulating something in his bottom. Todd stared in fascination until Ms. Blackwell pushed him forward making him bend all the way over. Bracing himself against the divider with both hands, Todd leaned forward until his trunk was nearly parallel to the floor. His cock was pulled down straight between his legs and his bottom, in this position, was thrust back in complete exposure. He waited in anticipation and then, emitting a little gasp, he shivered as he felt the headmistress reach a gloved hand between his legs from the rear and begin to gently massage the tight little sac of his scrotum. She rubbed him softly for a moment or two and then, with her free hand she grasped the shaft of his cock between the thumb and forefinger and started to milk the turgid length of his organ. Having endured the pleasurable torment of the cleansing spray almost to the point of coming, Todd came very quickly to the brink of orgasm. Ms. Blackwell employed a delicious technique of manipulation in that she gripped the outer skin of his cock quite tightly and slid it back and forth rapidly over the firm erectile tissue beneath. In only a few seconds, Todd gave a sudden moan of pleasure and felt himself ejaculate into the vacuum created by the cylinder. His hips jerked back three times in a row with each surge of sperm and a moment or so later, with Ms. Blackwell milking him to the finish, he shot his entire load into the container. When it was over, Ms. Blackwell released the vacuum by squeezing the nipple attachment and she carefully pulled the end free from Todd's cock. She removed the foreskin cage and then directed him to step down from the little stool as she held the cylinder up to the light. "Hmm thirty Cc's," she mused. "Not bad" She smiled at Todd and then added, somewhat cryptically. "I'm sure we can build you up though, my boy" No sooner had the headmistress uttered these words than a sudden commotion erupted from behind the screen. There was a loud gasp followed by a series of sharp, guttural grunts and then an exclamation of surprise by Tanya. Ms. Blackwell went immediately to see what the fuss was about as Todd listened with considerable interest. "Almost 200 milliliters, Ms. Blackwell," said Tanya, her voice strained with excitement. "Two hundred?" replied the headmistress. "That's excellent. One of our best results yet" There was a long pause and then a conversation followed that Todd could not quite hear. He stood there, his erection now wilted, wondering what on earth had just happened. Did they mean two hundred milliliters of semen? Todd's mind boggled as he struggled with the concept. He knew that this volume of fluid amounted to almost a full cup in culinary terms and it astounded him to think that anyone, let a lone a boy of his age, could produce such a copious discharge of come. He suddenly thought of the headmistress's suggestion that his ejaculate could be built up further and he felt a sudden twitch of interest in his cock as the thought went home. He was still pondering this very interesting possibility when Ms. Davies returned and led him back to his room. *** There was a tray of food waiting for Todd in his room and when he saw it he suddenly realized he was ravenous. Ms. Davies left him as he ate and when she returned he asked her for a glass of water. "I'm afraid we have to restrict your fluid intake for the time being," she replied, shaking her head. She produced something from her pocket and held it out to Todd. "Here put these on," she instructed him. Taking the proffered object, Todd saw that it was a pair of clear plastic underpants. He stared at Ms. Davies for a second and then did as he was told, pulling the thin plastic garment up over his thighs to encase his now wilted organ. Ms. Davies then waved him on to the bed. "I am afraid we cannot risk the possibility that you may resort to manual self- stimulation," she announced. She took two black elastic straps from he pocket and deftly made Todd's wrists fast to the frame of the bed, pulling them efficiently tight. Todd swallowed. "But but I won't do anything," he promised. "Standard practice, I'm afraid," Ms. Davies replied. "The temptation to masturbate can become quite intense during the next exercise." Rising, she left the room for several minutes and then returned with a clipboard and a small paper folder. "One last test before the exercise begins," she told him. Ms. Davies sat down on the bed beside Todd and when she opened the paper folder he saw that it contained a large bundle of photographs. She began to display these one by one to Todd, watching his reaction as each was displayed and recording the result on her clipboard. At first the pictures were completely uninteresting but, as the subject matter become increasingly more erotic, Todd found his cock growing once again until it pressed against the tight material of his panties. Several images showed females of various ages undressing for the camera but one, showing a young adolescent girl squatting to urinate, was very sexy indeed and Ms. Davies nodded to herself as she scribbled her notes on the clipboard. Again, when the same girl was featured bending over in front of the camera so that her bottom was open and exposed, Todd felt his cock throb with excitement and he was conscious of Ms. Davies writing even more than usual. He wanted to touch himself at that moment and he felt an almost overwhelming urge to release the tension in his loins when Ms. Davies gathered up the photographs and left him alone in the room. *** After an hour had passed, Todd was quite thirsty and an itch on his forehead had driven him crazy in his inability to scratch himself because of the restraints. He lay miserably on the little bed, growing more frustrated in his discomfort, and he was very closed to shouting for someone to come help him when the door to his room opened sftly. In an instant, all feelings of anger and discomfort evaporated like smoke in a wind when he saw that it was the delectable young Tanya who was coming to visit him. "Hello, Todd," she smiled. As in the clinic, she was wearing an abbreviated lab coat and when she sat down on the bed beside him the hem rode up alluringly across her pretty thighs, causing a fresh surge of interest in Todd's loins. She let her hand rest negligently on his upper thigh for a moment. "Did you like the picture's earlier?" she asked. Todd felt his face flush for a moment and then his heart suddenly missed a beat as Tanya reached out with both hands and began to pull down his plastic panties. His cock had begun to swell as soon as the gorgeous young girl sat down on the bed and as she pulled the elastic waistband across the stiffening organ he was suddenly fully erect. Tanya smiled again. "Such a pretty cock," she murmured. She looked into his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment and then she gripped the base of pulsing erection between the thumb and ring finger of her right hand, squeezing ever so gently and making Todd exhale sharply. "I know which pictures you enjoyed the most," she whispered juicily. Slowly, Tanya began to stroke his rigid tool, sliding her hand up and down in an agonizingly delicious rhythm. She asked him if he had ever seen a real naked girl before and when he shook his head dumbly she cooed in sympathy and, to the boy's sudden amazement and pleasure, deftly undid the top few buttons of her coat, allowing the garment to open. Todd could not help but gasp. "Do you like my breasts?" asked Tanya coyly. Nestled inside the white material of her lab coat, unfettered by a bra or any other covering, the twin orbs of her beautiful teenage breasts stared back at him from the shadows of her lapels. They were not large, each being the size of a small grapefruit, and the pale, alabaster mounds were both capped with a dark, conical nipple. The sight was entrancing, almost maddening to the boy, and he gazed hungrily at the twin peaks of flesh as Tanya continued her delightful ministrations to his throbbing cock. "What would you like to do to that young girl in the pictures?" the temptress asked, her voice barely above a throaty whisper. "Dirty things, Todd?" She stroked the length of him, gripping and releasing his shaft as she did so, and he soon began to feel a familiar sensation building deep inside. He also became dimly aware, as she stroked him, that she seemed to be keeping a mental count of each pump of her hand but the thought was fleeting and he soon was lost in the delightful sensations. "Maybe you'd like to do those dirty things with me?" Tanya said coyly, squeezing him deliciously just beneath the head of his aching organ. Todd moaned loudly, his eyes half closing, and felt a wave of excitement pass over him as he envisioned the lovely Tanya completely nude. His cock suddenly swelled as he reached the point of no return but, as he arched his hips upward, ready for the girl to bring him to merciful release, she suddenly released him and drew his pants back over his cock with a business-like snap. He gaped at her in surprise as she rose from the bed. "Oh noplease don't stop," he gasped. Tanya shook her head at him with a sad smile. "I must I'm afraid," she replied softly. She drew a notebook from the pocket of her lab coat and made a quick entry into it before doing up her buttons and leaving him alone in the room. Todd's erection began to flag almost immediately, but he was conscious of a dull ache in his loins as he lay there in anguished frustration, and he gripped the sheet beneath him as he listened to Tanya's footsteps departing down the hall. Silently, he prayed for her to return. Tanya did return, of course, and she did so five times that night; each visit separated by a period of about an hour. The successive episodes grew shorter and shorter in duration as Todd reached the verge of coming with greater speed, and, on each occasion, Tanya subtly raised the level of erotic teasing to a greater height. On her second visit, she completely removed her lab coat and sat in just her abbreviated white cotton panties as she stroked Todd's cock with the same maddening slowness as before. Later, she stood before him after pulling down his plastic panties and slowly removed her own; teasing him as she gradually exposed the lovely treasures within. Like the girl in the picture that had excited Todd so much, the twin pubes of her delectable vulva were completely smooth and bald and the sight of the ridge of her clitoral hood peeking coyly from within made the lad almost weak with lust and desire. As Tanya manipulated Todd, she kept up a steady monologue, suggesting, with increasing explicitness, all the things that he might wish to do to the girl in the picture or to Tanya herself. On her last visit, she removed his panties as before and then neatly climbed over him, straddling his face with her naked thighs and lowering herself down to him so that the exposed folds of her lovely sex lay scant inches above his face. Beneath the girl, Todd could smell the enticing salty musk of her cunt and his cock swelled to near bursting point before she even touched him. She sat above him for a second or two and then climbed off. "Won't be long now, Todd," she promised him gently as she pulled her lab coat back on. As before, she recorded the results of the transaction in her little notebook and then left him once again, leaving the poor boy almost weeping with frustration and pent-up lust. *** When Ms. Davies came to collect Todd he was just awakening from a fitful doze and he had no idea what time it might be. He was somewhat conscious of an empty hungry feeling in the pit of his stomach, but the dull ache in that region was far overshadowed by the heavy fullness and pressure in his groin. Ms. Davies undid the bonds holding him to the bed and then she led him back down the hall to another examining room where he blinked his eyes to the unaccustomed glare of the harsh white lights. They were alone in the room when they first arrived and Ms. Davies led Todd over to a low seat that looked rather like a weight lifter's bench with a sloping backrest. Another, similar seat was positioned across from it and, before positioning Todd on the first one, she directed him to remove the plastic panties he still wore. Almost immediately, perhaps from the association of ideas in connection with this maneuver, Todd became erect once again and he was shivering with excited anticipation as Ms. Davies lowered him down on the bench. She pushed him against the backrest and then used a chest strap to hold him in place before she walked off to a cabinet at the rear of the room. When she returned, Ms. Davies was holding the tube and weighted suction bottle device that had been used on him Todd the day before. She attached it to his cock as the headmistress had done and then she allowed the weighted end to hang over the end of the bench so that it pulled Todd's cock straight out from his body. She had just completed this operation when the doors swung open and Ms. Blackwell entered followed by Tanya. "Ah all prepared I see," boomed Ms. Blackwell. "Is he ready for spontaneous emission, do you think?" she asked, turning to Tanya. The girl handed her a clipboard. "Oh yes, I'd say so," replied Tanya. "We came very close during the last series, Headmistress" Ms. Blackwell flipped through the pages on the clipboard, rubbing her chin absent- mindedly as she did so. "Hmmm definite interest in images 17 and 24," she mused. "Perhaps we should work with that" She placed the clipboard down on a table beside her and smiled at her pretty young assistant. "Would you be so good as to assist, Tanya?" "Certainly, Headmistress," answered Tanya. Todd, who had remained silently through the exchange, suddenly felt his pulse race with excitement as Tanya deftly slipped off her lab coat and laid it on the table. She was topless underneath, the nipples of her lovely breasts standing stiffly erect in the cool air of the room, and a delicate pair of pink panties clung to her slender hips. Without any self-consciousness at all she slid these off, allowing Todd to view her smooth, hairless pudendum once again. "Over here, if you will," beckoned the headmistress. She had Tanya step over the bench so that she straddled Todd while facing away and, for the first time, the boy was treated to the delectable vision of the teenager's exquisite bottom. At the height he was sitting the firm, flawless globes were directly in front of his face and he caught an intoxicating breath of the delicate soap she used. Lightheaded with arousal, he felt his cock throb heavily between his legs. "She has a lovely bottom, doesn't she?" said Ms. Blackwell to Todd. "Much nicer even than the girl in the picture, don't you think?" Todd, excited beyond anything he had ever experienced before, was barely able to nod in reply. He stared hungrily at the lovely globes before him as the headmistress had Tanya lean forward slightly and then reached around the girl's waist with both hands to gently separate the twin pillows of soft flesh. Slowly, she opened Tanya's gorgeous bottom, spreading the crevice wide beneath Todd's lustful gaze. Sweet Heaven, it was a beautiful sight! Nestled between the two hillocks, Tanya's delectable asshole winked at the boy enticingly. It was small and the delicate tan crenellations were just a bare shade darker than the surrounding smooth skin. It was like a sweet little rosebud, still tightly twisted shut, but full of the promise of a delightful blossoming. Todd heard a low moan escape his lips. "Lovely isn't it?" breathed the Headmistress. "Would you like to kiss her down there, Todd?" she asked. "Would you like to slide your tongue between these beautiful cheeks?" The incredible eroticism and excitement of the moment was too much for Todd. With an animal grunt he jerked his hips viciously upward and he felt himself explode into the device attached to him, gushing forth in a tremendous surge that seemed to draw the very essence of himself through his loins. Even in the delicious agony of the moment, he resisted the impulse to screw his eyes shut and he kept his gaze fixed on the sweet vision of Tanya's anus as he drained himself in successive waves of unbelievable pleasure. His hips jerked again and again as the torrent spewed forth and it seemed an eternity until the last of his semen was expelled into the waiting vessel. "Excellent," beamed Ms. Blackwell as the spasms finally subsided. She directed Tanya to stand aside and then, as the girl pulled her panties back on, she removed the collection equipment and held it up. "Well, well" she murmured. "A fourteen percent increase. That is impressive" She handed the device to Ms. Davies and appeared to mull something over before speaking again. "I wonder if we might try some retrograde pressure" she mused. "The Ronson procedure?" queried Tanya. "Yes, that's my thinking," the Headmistress replied. Tanya seemed curiously pleased the prospect. "I'll get started immediately," she said as she buttoned up her lab coat. Ms. Blackwell chuckled. "I think we ought to give this lad a brief rest," she smiled. "And perhaps get some protein in him as well" *** Todd was taken back to his room for an hour or so and treated to a substantial breakfast of eggs and toast washed down with nearly a quart of fresh orange juice. He was able to rest on his bed for a little while and he felt quite refreshed when Ms. Davies came to escort him back to the examination room once again. As he entered the room, a sense of excited anticipation came over him and he saw, with a little surge of interest, that preparations for the new procedure had already began. Strapped to the same bench that Todd had occupied only an hour earlier was the boy who had been masturbated with such incredible results the first time Todd had been in the examination chambers. He appeared to be a little older than Todd, maybe by a year or so, and his hair, damp with perspiration, was plastered wetly to his forehead. Behind him, the lovely Tanya, once again deliciously naked, bent over him, apparently whispering into his ear. Todd could not hear whatever it was she was saying but it clearly was having an effect on the boy for his eyes were half-closed and his impressive, uncircumcised cock stood up proudly from the smoothness of his shaven groin. Behind this tableau, her back to the room, stood Ms. Blackwell, apparently busy with something at the table against the wall. The eroticism of the moment was immediately communicated to Todd and, as Ms. Davies maneuvered him over to the bench facing the other boy, his own cock began to swell and stiffen. He was lowered down into the seat, his scrotum just hanging over the edge, and the backrest was slid forward to support him. He sat there, shivering in anticipation and Ms. Blackwell turned to face them. "Alright," she began briskly. "Let's begin" In her hand she held a small clear plastic device consisting of a tube approximately four inches in length and about a quarter inch in diameter. Midway along the tube, and separated by a quarter inch or so, were two curved concave flanges, the open ends of the curved plastic facing toward either end of the tube. Ms. Blackwell, her hands encased in rubber gloves, rubbed a thick lubricant liberally over the ends of the device and approached the boy across from Todd. As the headmistress knelt beside the boy, Tanya, clearly familiar with the procedure, stepped lightly over the bench, straddling the boy as she had done with Todd earlier. This time, however, instead of standing several inches away, she backed up and bent over slightly, thrusting her hips back toward the young boy's face. Almost immediately, his unfettered hands slid up the teenager's pretty thighs, gripping them as he bent his head toward her, and he thrust his tongue deep inside the cheeks of her bottom. A flush spread over Tanya's face and chest as she clearly enjoyed the erotic sensation and Todd felt his cock throb insistently as he looked on in lustful envy. Ms. Blackwell reached out with one gloved hand and gripped the head of the boy's cock, making him shiver at the touch, and then she neatly rolled back the foreskin, exposing the shiny, swollen head beneath. She took the plastic device and held one end of the tube against the tip of the head, positioning it over the peehole, and then, to Todd's amazement, she inserted the tube deeply into the boy's cock, twisting it as it slid inward. She pushed it down into the pulsing shaft until the cup of the plastic flange encased the gleaming head and then she rolled the foreskin back over it, holding the device in place. Todd, looking at the lubricated surface of the other end of the tube, felt a sudden stab of nervousness as he realized what was about to occur. "Okay," intoned the headmistress a moment later. She grasped Todd's cock and slid back the foreskin in a single fluid motion, holding the roll of skin between her thumb and forefinger. Then, directing Ms. Davies assist, she had the boy slid forward until the slightly tapered tip of the tube rested against the tiny entrance to his urethra. There was a brief pause as the tip was positioned correctly and then Todd gasped loudly as she was slid forward once again, causing the clear plastic tubing to slide deeply within him. The sensation of the device entering his cock was incredible. There was a stinging sensation of pain as his urethra was stretched by the unaccustomed width of the tube but it was intensely exciting and pleasurable at the same time. He could feel the tapered tip probing deep inside his cock and then the curved surface of the flange was closing about the slick, shiny surface of his cock head. He gasped again as Ms. Blackwell rolled the sleeve of his foreskin over the device, holding it firmly in place. "Let's begin," she said. Tanya's eyes were now closed in ecstasy as the boy's tongue probed and thrust inside her, and she seemed oblivious to what was happening to Todd. Smiling to herself, the headmistress reached across to encircle the root of the boy's cock with her hand and she began to milk the turgid shaft, squeezing it as she slid her fingers up the stiffened length. She manipulated him slowly at first, teasing him gently, and then the strokes of her hand became faster, building to a quick steady rhythm. For several minutes the stroking continued, growing faster still, and then, as Todd looked on, the boy's thighs tensed and his cock seemed to swell to an almost impossible fullness. Ms. Blackwell gave one last pump with her hand and then the quarter inch of clear plastic separating the two throbbing organs went opaquely white as it was filled with come. There was a curious sensation of pressure transmitted through the length of tubing and then Todd cried out in surprise as the thick, heavy discharge surged inside his cock with incredible force. It raced inside him, stretching his urethra with the first wave of orgasm and then, as the spasms continued, he felt the creamy hot fluid forcing its way deep inside him in a series of gushing injections. The sensation was like an orgasm in reverse and Todd moaned loudly with each successive wave. Dimly, he recalled the tremendous volume the boy had produced before and his mind boggled at the thought as the boy's cock squirted again and again with tremendous power. As the fifth surge burst into him, the incredibly erotic sensations caused his own orgasm to be triggered and he almost raised his hips clear of the bench as his semen struggled against the opposing force. His cock, swollen to bursting, pulsed visibly as he strained to ejaculate, but each spasm of his release was forced back again by the onrushing flood of come, prolonging the agonizing ecstasy and making him shudder with each mind-blowing jolt of unbelievable pleasure. An eternity seemed to pass before the flood was stemmed and, in the last few seconds, Todd was vaguely aware of a cry of pleasure from Tanya as she climaxed in response to the anal pleasure she had been given. Several final shudders wracked his frame and then he collapsed gasping against the backrest, his chest heaving in sharp, heavy pants. He lay there, his eyes closed as he regained his composure, and then he became aware of Ms. Blackwell disengaging him from the device inserted in his cock. "There," she announced. She directed Todd to stand and he did so, his legs still shaky from weakness. He looked across to see that Tanya was still flushed with her exertions and he again felt a sensation of envy at the intimate caress the boy on the bench had been allowed to experience. Ms. Blackwell beckoned to Ms. Davies. "We'll continue at four o'clock" she said briskly. "Shall we repeat the Ronson procedure again?" asked Tanya, a note of hope apparent in her voice. The headmistress considered the question. "No we need to check his volume again," she replied slowly. "We can do it again tomorrow, though," she added. "And there are plenty of other procedures we'll need to try in the coming weeks" The End

The Foster Mother By NyteMyst Nora Clayton, widow to the late Captain Albert William Clayton, had given up her career as a visiting rural nurse shortly after her husband had met his death on the beaches of Normandy. At forty-one, she was still quite attractive in a severe sort of way. She wore her long black hair tied back in a perpetual bun and she favored the high-necked, stiffly starched blouses that seemed to match her disposition. Her marriage to Albert had been satisfying, but she had no desire to get married again and, in order to supplement the small widow's pension she received, she decided to open her large and comfortable residence as a foster home for orphaned, or otherwise parentless children. As foster homes went, Mrs. Clayton's in Norfolk was no worse than any of the dozen or so that Lionel Jackson had been placed in since the death of his parent's almost five years earlier. He had in fact, been in three different homes in the last nine months alone and he would always regard 1957, his thirteenth year, as being the most unsettled and difficult of his life. In many respects, Mrs. Clayton was a great improvement over some of the people the state had seen fit to billet him with over the years. She did not beat the youngsters under her care, although her imperious manner sometimes was intimidating, and the food she prepared was filling and plentiful if rather uninspired. She was strict, it was perfectly true, and she had novel notions regarding bodily hygiene, but, all in all, Lionel found himself adapting to the new surroundings surprisingly quickly. When he arrived at the home in late November of the year, there was already another child in residence, this being a small and darkly pretty twelve-year-old by the name of Amanda. Lionel was later to discover that she too had been orphaned about the same time as he had, and when she surreptitiously pulled a face at him over the supper table that first evening, he decided that he was probably going to like her. He responded to her first overture with a contorted grimace of his own, a leering twist of the features of which he was secretly proud, and he was gratified by the stifled tinkle of laughter it produced. "That's quite enough nonsense, you two," Mrs. Clayton said briskly as she cleared away the supper plates. "It's almost seven o'clock and high time the pair of you got ready for bed" She piled the dishes into the scullery sink and waved Lionel and Amanda up from the table. Lionel, who felt it far too early for him to be preparing for bed, was a little annoyed at being treated like a child, but he wisely kept his complaint to himself and surrendered very meekly when his new foster mother shepherded the two children upstairs. He followed her to a spacious bathroom at the rear of the sprawling Victorian mansion and waited there, along with Amanda, while Mrs. Clayton went to the linen closet to fetch an armful of fresh towels. The bathroom, he saw, was completely finished in an ornately patterned mosaic of small black and white tiles. There was a huge, claw-footed bathtub along one wall, a pedestal sink beside the heavy porcelain commode, and a wide wooden covered bench in the middle of the room that seemed to be placed there for sitting on while one undressed. There was also a large cupboard in one corner next to the door, and a large chest of drawers beside it with an assortment of brushes, jars and other items scattered across the top. "Alright now, let's get undressed, children" Mrs. Clayton said as she swept into the room. She put the towels down on the center bench and turned to face them. "Well, come on get on with it," she commanded. "We don't have all night to waste" Amanda, seemingly undisturbed by the situation, began to remove her clothing, but Lionel could only stare at his imposing new foster mother with something approaching horror. There had actually been girls at some of his earlier residences, but the sexes had always been strictly segregated and no girl had ever seen him naked in his life. By the same token, he had never seen a naked girl before either, and though this might have been an interesting prospect under different circumstances, the present situation made it difficult for him to concentrate on anything but his own discomfiture. "Oh do get a move on, Lionel," Mrs. Clayton clucked impatiently as she began to fill the bath. "Stop being such a baby." She adjusted the taps and then crossed the room over to the boy, shaking her head at his silly modesty. "Come on, you" she said, reaching for his shirt buttons and deftly undoing them with practiced hands. "We don't waste expensive fuel for private baths here, young man," she informed him. "So you're just going to have to get used to sharing with others" She stripped Lionel's shirt from his shoulders and then unbuttoned his trousers and instructed him to take them off. He did so, blushing hotly as he felt Amanda's presence behind him, and he stood there miserably, his hands hanging at his sides. "Your socks and underwear too, Lionel," Mrs. Clayton ordered him as she went to check the bath. Reluctantly, and with burning cheeks, he bent to remove each sock in turn and then, steeling himself to the unpleasant task, he pulled his underpants down and held them tightly over his groin. For a full minute he stood facing away from the two females behind him and then he slowly turned around. The sight that greeted him in that instant was one that would remain with him for the rest of his life. Amanda, as naked as the day she was born, stood smiling at him not five feet away and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself. Her hips still had the narrowness of childhood, but there was a fullness to her chest and dark puffy nipples that suggested the first sweet swellings of puberty. Between the chubby tops of her thighs, the smooth baldness of her plump pudendum curved down from the flat plane of her stomach in an exciting little mound and Lionel might have been captivated by this novel and educational vision had not Mrs. Clayton interrupted his fascinated and spell-bound inspection. "Come on in you get," she said, spinning the taps to the off position with a flourish. Amanda flashed Lionel a quick little smile and then she turned and took the two steps to the tub and climbed in. As she scaled the high side of the bath, Lionel was presented with an unobstructed view of her perfect little bottom and he very nearly gasped out loud. The sight of the rounded globes of her buttocks sent a sudden thrill through his breast and he was still gaping when Mrs. Clayton waved him impatiently into the tub. "And you've no need of those," she said sharply, indicating the underpants he still held in front of his groin. "I'm sure Amanda has no interest at all in that little winkie you're hiding down there" With reluctance, Lionel handed his underwear to Mrs. Clayton and climbed into the deep bathtub. As he did so, he discovered that, despite his foster mother's assurances, Amanda did, in fact, have an abiding interest in the 'little winkie' between his legs. She stared at his groin in unabashed frankness and he suddenly realized, to his deep shock and horror that he was becoming rapidly and embarrassingly erect. His cock, now almost semi-hard at that moment was raising its head toward the interested little girl and he quickly dropped down into the water before the awful situation got worse. "Now," Mrs. Clayton began. "I'm going to go down to finish the dishes I'm going to trust you to wash yourselves quickly and properly while I'm gone and I expect you conduct yourselves without a lot of foolishness." She handed them each a bar of soap and a flannel and moved toward the door. "Be thorough, the pair of you" she cautioned them. "Pay proper attention to your tail-ends and for goodness sakes don't forget to do behind your ears." With that, she turned on her heel and left Lionel and Amanda alone in the room. "So how do you like it so far," Amanda grinned at him a moment or so later when Mrs. Clayton's footsteps had faded downstairs. Lionel shrugged at her. "I dunno," he said. "How long you been here anyway?" "About a year, I think," replied Amanda after considering it for a moment. She had already soaped up her chest and was beginning to rinse herself off with the large white flannel. "She's not as bad as she seems at first," she continued, nodding her head toward the door. "As long as you keep on her good side, that is" "Oh yeah?" asked Lionel glumly. "How're we supposed to do that?" "Well wash yourself properly for one thing," Amanda told him, nodding purposefully at his soap and flannel. "You really have to be good about that," she added. Her expression was quite serious and Lionel quickly began to soap his upper body, anxious not to get himself into trouble on his very first night. He was just rinsing himself off when Amanda clambered to her knees and began to work up a good lather in her hands. Her pussy was now just an inch or so above the surface of the water and this second tantalizing view of the pretty girl's private parts suddenly caused Lionel's cock to swell fully erect. "And don't forget your bottom," Amanda continued. "She checks to see if you do a good job, you know" She reached ehind herself and began to rub the handful of lather into the crevice of her rear-end. "She she checks?" Lionel gasped as though thunderstruck. "You mean she actually looks in our bums and everything?" "Every night" Amanda shrugged simply. She had finished her ablutions back there and she sat back down in the water again. "Better make sure you do it," she warned him. Barely crediting what he was being told, Lionel raised himself to his knees, forgetting for the moment his embarrassing state of tumescence. He was just building up a thick lather with the soap when he became conscious of Amanda staring pointedly between his legs. "Is it always like that?" she asked with interest, nodding at his stiff little member. Lionel quickly rubbed the lather into his bottom and sat down with a splash. "No" he replied shortly, his tone clearly inviting no further discussion. He was still blushing furiously as he sat there and it was a full minute before he returned to the issue of bottom inspection. "So when does she do this anyway?" he asked. "When's she supposed to look at our bums?" "As soon as we're done our baths" Amanda told him, then laughed when she saw his expression. "You get used to it," she went on. "And it's nothing to what happens on Friday nights" "Friday nights?" queried Lionel weakly, conscious of the fact that it was already Thursday night. "What happens then?" Amanda seemed about to answer him when Mrs. Clayton's footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. "Alright you two" she called as she approached. "Time's up." She swept into the room and grabbed two towels from the bench. "Out you get, now" she instructed sharply. Lionel and Amanda clambered out of the huge bathtub and Mrs. Clayton handed them each a towel and waited as they dried themselves off. When they were done, she beckoned Amanda over to her where she stood by the bench. "Let's get a look at you my girl" She did a quick inspection of the girl, actually peeling her ears forward to examine behind and then she did a twirling motion with her finger, indicating that the girl should turn around. "Back side now" she said. Amanda, obviously familiar with the drill, turned around to face the bench and leaned forward to place her hands on the wooden surface, thrusting her cute little bottom out prettily as she did so. From his vantage point slightly off to the side, Lionel could not see directly between the cheeks of her bottom, but he could just make out the puffy curve of her pussy lips just inside her thighs, and there was an enticing shadow of darker skin on the inner surface of the cheek farthest from him. His erection, which had subsided somewhat, began to reassert itself alarmingly and he brought one hand across to cover it. Mrs. Clayton completed her intent inspection of the girl's exposed nether regions and then nodded approvingly before turning to Lionel. "You're turn, my boy" she announced. She examined behind Lionel's ears, peering at each intently and then she firmly removed his hand in order to inspect his genitals. When she saw the embarrassing protuberance standing out from his hairless groin she tut-tutted almost absent-mindedly but did not, to Lionel's great relief, seem even remotely cross with him. She took a quick look and then instructed him to turn around. "Let's get a look down there," she said. As Lionel assumed the position, Mrs. Clayton used her hands to pry apart the cheeks of his bottom for a more thorough inspection. It was deeply humiliating to be exposed in this way but, through it all, Lionel found himself becoming curiously excited. His cock twitched heavily between his legs and, when he glanced to the side, he saw Amanda, who was now sitting on the bench, give him a naughty conspiratorial wink. He suffered the examination in silence for several moments and then Mrs.Clayton gave him a light slap on his left cheek. "Very good," she said approvingly as he took a seat on the bench. "It's nice to see you can follow instructions" She crossed over to the chest of drawers and removed to items from it, returning to the bench to hand one item to Amanda and the second to Lionel. The boy unfolded the proffered item and found himself looking, to his surprise, at what appeared to be a pair of clear plastic panties with elastic leggings and waistband. He looked questioningly at his foster mother. "What What are these?" he asked her. "Those are incontinence pants," Mrs. Clayton informed him briskly. "Required nightwear around here, my lad I've had too many 'accidents' on my mattresses over the years" Lionel stared at her in disbelief. "But I don't pee the bed," he insisted as indignantly as he dared. Mrs. Clayton simply shrugged. "YesWell, I've heard that before," she told him. "And" she added with a pointed glance at his still stiff member, "with boys I have to be concerned about other emissions as well, I'm afraid." Amanda had already pulled her panties on and when Lionel stole a look at her he saw that the plump saddle of her girlish pussy was plainly visible through the sheer plastic and that they seemed to actually enhance rather than detract from the sight. He hesitated for a moment, still unsure about the situation, and then he put his feet through the holes of the panties and slid them up his legs. "Good boy," Mrs. Clayton smiled at him. He pulled the curious garment over his crotch and, as the tip of his erection tented out the front of the plastic, he felt a little shiver of pleasure rush through him. The sensation of the material was unlike anything he had experienced before and he found it strangely compelling. Turning an even deeper shade of red, he stood there with his hands at his sides and his turgid little penis sticking stiffly outward. "Now" began Mrs. Clayton. "In order to properly monitor your general health, I need to keep a weather eye on your bathroom functions, young man This means that you will use the toilet when and only when you have my explicit permission and" she paused for effect, "You and Amanda will report promptly to this room for inspection sharply at seven o' clock each morning Do you understand all that?" "Yes, Mrs. Clayton," Lionel replied humbly. "Fine," said his foster mother. "There is hot cocoa waiting downstairs if you want it Go to your rooms and get dressed for bed now and I'll meet you downstairs shortly, alright?" Both Lionel and Amanda nodded by way of reply and Mrs. Clayton returned downstairs leaving the children to head for their separate rooms. Ten minutes later, in the cozy back kitchen, the children were given steaming mugs of cocoa and allowed to sip them beside the fireplace. After they were finished and the clock on the wall stood at eight-thirty, Mrs. Clayton took away their mugs and sent up the stairs to bed. They said goodnight to each other at the top of the stairs and Lionel entered his room to climb up on to the comfortable double-mattressed bed. He could feel the crinkly feel of the plastic panties inside his Tpyjama bottoms and the unusual sensation only added to the strangeness he was experiencing. He lay on his back in the gathering shadows of the room and, as sleep overtook him, he reflected silently on the curious turn of events his life had taken. *** "Wake up, Lionel Out of bed my lad. I'll expect you in the bathroom in no more than fifteen minutes, now" Mrs. Clayton's stentorian voice shattered Lionel's peaceful slumber and jerked him into wakefulness. He felt a pressing urge to urinate and the though of this made him suddenly remember the plastic panties he had been made to wear. They felt all hot and sticky inside after sleeping in them all night and he rather looked forward to being able to shed them as he tumbled from his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Straightening up the covers of his bed as he had been instructed to do the day before, he pulled on his dressing gown and made his way down the hallway to the bathroom. When he arrived, he found Amanda already there wearing nothing but her plastic panties. She smiled at him prettily. "We have to have our things off before Mrs. Clayton gets here," she informed him. She sat down on the edge of the central wooden bench and watched as Lionel pulled off his nightclothes and deposited them over a chair beside the dresser. "You didn't need to go last night," she observed, nodding in the direction of his panties. Lionel was momentarily confused by her comment but then he reddened as he caught her meaning. "Oh Uhno," he mumbled. "But I really have to go badly now though" "Oh you should do it now," the girl replied. "Mrs. Clayton likes us to be finished when she comes in." "I see," Lionel answered. He started to make his way to the commode, but Amanda stopped him with a little squawk of alarm. "Nono," she exclaimed. "We can't use that Remember what she said last night? We only get to use the toilet when she says and she never says we can first thing in the morning," she added. Lionel goggled at her in horrified disbelief. "But But, how then?" he finally quavered in dismay. "Your pants, of course," Amanda shrugged as though it was obvious. "Like she said Mrs. Clayton likes to see what we've done every morning" She stood up to face the startled boy and smiled at him in encouragement. "It's okay once you get used to it" she giggled. "Just do what I do" As Lionel watched, completely stupefied, the pretty young girl seemed to clench her abdominal muscles for a moment or so and then, with a sudden splattering sound, a stream of amber fluid burst from between her smooth little pussy lips and began to fill the panties. She parted her legs slightly as the stream continued and the pee began to collect between her legs, slowly rising up the front of the clear plastic sides. After a moment, the flow died away and Amanda let out a small sigh of relief. "It actually feels kind of nice," she murmured, squeezing out the last few drops. "All warm and kind of gushy feeling" She reached out and took his hand. "Here Feel" she told him. Amanda pressed his fingers to the bulging yellow bubble between her legs and immediately he was able to feel the hotness of the liquid within. His hands were not actually against her naked privates, but the intimacy of the contact suddenly aroused him and his cock began to swell inside his own panties. Amanda regarded this new development with interest. "Can can I touch it?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes glistening with excitement at the idea. Without waiting for Lionel to reply she reached out and poked the end of his cock through the thin plastic material. "Can you pee when it's like that?" she asked with a little frown as the startled boy recoiled backward from her touch. "No No, I can't," Lionel answered her miserably. "I I can't go like this at all," His voice was trembling as he spoke and it was clear he was desperate to find a way to avoid his foster mother's displeasure. "What shall I do?" he begged the pretty girl, his eyes beseeching her. Amanda seemed to ponder the question for a moment but before she had time to answer Mrs. Clayton breezed through the door. "Oh Good Heavens," she exclaimed when she saw the dwindling erection inside Lionel's panties and the complete lack of any urine whatsoever. "There's been too much playing around in here this morning I don't like to waste time having to oversee your functions, young man. I expect you to be able to govern yourself in that regard. " She stared in annoyance at the nervous young man and then seemed to relent as he hung his head shamefully. "Well," she continued a moment later. For this morning and this morning alone I will allow you to use the commode." She strode over to the heavy porcelain toilet and beckoned to Lionel. "Come on over here, my lad," she said. As Lionel approached the toilet, his head still hanging, Mrs. Clayton waved Amanda over to the bathtub and the young girl, clearly familiar with what was expected, crossed over to it and climbed in. Lionel, when he had reached the commode, stood before it and waited nervously with his hands at his sides. "Wellhurry up and do your business, young manwe don't have all day!" Mrs. Clayton stood just to his left, her arms folded expectantly, and she tapped her foot impatiently as Lionel pulled his cock through the leg hole of his panties and pointed it miserably into the gaping maw before him. He tried to get things moving in the urination department but the pressure of having his foster mother watching him so intently left straining to no avail even though his bladder felt like it might burst. It seemed as though nothing would get him started for what seemed like an eternity but, just then, he happened to catch sight of Amanda out of the corner of his eye as she pulled down her panties allowing the clear amber fluid to gush down over her legs and into the bath. The sight of this seemed to distract him momentarily and whatever spell was inhibiting him from doing his business broke along with his concentration and, in seconds, his own stream was splashing noisily in the toilet bowl. "About time," muttered Mrs. Clayton as the sensation of relief flooded through the grateful boy. As he continued to empty his bladder forcefully, Amanda picked up the hand held spray attachment from atop the bath taps and began to rinse herself, washing the last traces of her pee down the drain. She was just finishing as Lionel squeezed out the last few drops and Mrs. Clayton tossed her a towel and told her to dry herself off. "Alright you two," she said after Amanda had finished. "Your clothes are laid out on your beds for you Hurry up and get dressed and meet me downstairs for your breakfasts." She made as though to leave the bathroom and then she turned to Lionel. "Tomorrow" she told him, her voice brisk and businesslike, "I shall expect you to follow the example of Amanda in these matters" *** After breakfast, Amanda was dispatched to the little school just down the road and Lionel, who had arrived to late at the residence to begin classes for that term, was put to work doing a variety of chores around the house. Mrs. Clayton was actually quite friendly during the whole of the day and she chatted to him on a variety of topics, even telling him how her late husband had met his fate some thirteen years earlier. Lionel listened with interest to interest to all her stories and he found, on the balance of things, that he was really quite enjoying himself. After supper that evening, Lionel and Amanda were allowed to read quietly in the front room while Mrs. Clayton busied herself somewhere in the house. She left them alone for almost three-quarters of an hour and then she summoned them from the upstairs landing, instructing then to attend forthwith in the bathroom. Lionel, who had forgotten Amanda's warning about Friday nights, was suddenly reminded of her words when she gave him a secretive little wink before leaving the room. When the pair arrived in the bathroom they saw that Mrs. Clayton had already run the bath and the room was quite thick with steam. They undressed quickly, placing their clothes on the chair, and then Lionel, before he had a proper chance to admire Amanda's pretty little naked body, caught sight of a number of articles on top of the dresser that had not been there that morning. He looked at them and saw that there was a large glass pitcher filled with a pinkish-colored fluid, a wide metal tray filled with a number of objects he couldn't identify and, beside that, another fearsome looking device that made him gasp out loud. "What What on earth's that?" he managed to stammer, his eyes wide with surprise. The object in question was huge glass syringe, almost three inches wide and a foot long, with a rubber nozzle almost six inches in length protruding from the tip. He had never seen the likes of it before and he couldn't begin to imagine its purpose. Amanda, standing beside him, gave a little giggle. "You'll see" she whispered enigmatically, teasing him as though with a very special secret. Lionel, deeply anxious now, wanted to press for more details but Mrs. Clayton suddenly entered the room. "Ah you're ready," she said. She walked over to the central wooden bench, unfolded a towel on top of it and then crossed over to the equipment on the dresser. She carried each object over to the bench and laid them out beside the towel and then she turned to Lionel. "On Fridays," she informed him, "our cleansing procedures are much more thorough than a mere bath. I realize this may startle you as it is your first time, but I absolutely insist on it for the health of the children in my care" She beckoned to the trembling young boy and directed him to stand in front of the bench. Lionel, more nervous than he could ever remember, walked over to the imposing foster mother and was made to kneel on the towel. She pushed gently on his back, directing him forward, and he bent down so that he rested on all fours, his bottom now exposed and embarrassingly vulnerable. He could see Amanda watching with interest from across the room and he swallowed hard as he waited anxiously for whatever it was that was about to happen. "Now" began Mrs. Clayton. "None of this is going to hurt you in any way so I just want you to relax and not be silly about it Okay?" Lionel nodded dumbly from his place on the bench, not at all reassured by her words. "I'm going to prepare you first" his foster mother continued. Taking a pair of rubber gloves from the metal tray, Mrs. Clayton pulled them on with a snap and then picked up a pot that seemed to contain a greasy ointment of some kind. Turning slightly, Lionel could see her coating the fingers of one hand with the thick cream, and then, when she had a good dollop of the substance on her fingertips, she slid her hands into the deep crevice of his bottom, making him start at the coldness of the cream. "Be still, now," she said almost softly. She began to rub the ointment around inside Lionel's bottom cheeks, gently encircling his puckered anal opening and occasionally pressing her index finger up against the tight little hole. As she continued her ministrations, massaging in small circles, Lionel began to enjoy the sensations she was producing and within minutes, to his intense humiliation, his cock began to swell and stiffen between his legs. He felt himself redden in shame. "Just a bit more," Mrs. Clayton murmured a few moments later. She withdrew her hand from his bottom and took another good dollop of cream before continuing the lubrication. This time, when she came up against his asshole, she pushed insistently with her finger and slid it into his rectum, making the boy gasp loudly. "Steady" she cautioned him. "Don't move, now" For a few heart-stopping moments, Mrs. Clayton wiggled her finger back and forth inside Lionel's bottom making him shiver at the sensation. He closed his eyes to better savor the feeling and his cock throbbed into the heaviness of full erection. The probing continued for a minute or so, relaxing him, and then Mrs. Clayton suddenly made his eyes pop wide open again by reaching down with her unoccupied hand and giving his hard little member an investigative squeeze. "How curious," she murmured as she released him and withdrew her finger from his bottom. "How curious that all the young boys seem to respond that way to this procedure" The comment was more an absentminded observation rather than being directed at either child but it prompted a stifled giggle from Amanda who seemed fascinated by what she was seeing. Mrs. Clayton ignored her and picked up the syringe. "This is my own preparation," she announced as she filled the syringe from the pitcher. "It's especially balanced for the intestinal well-being of young persons" Lionel, watching the procedure, had guessed at the purpose of the device by now and, though still nervous, found himself intrigued and not a little turned- on by the prospect. The idea of the impending insertion was intriguing enough, but having his bottom exposed so vulnerably and his rigid cock open to the view of the two females was additionally exciting to him. He trembled with anticipation as Mrs. Clayton stepped behind him and brought the tip of the rubber nozzle up to his waiting asshole. The nozzle was wider again by half than Mrs. Clayton's finger had been and there was a moment of discomfort before it thrust through the muscular ring of his sphincter and slid effortlessly into him. His foster mother continued to push gently and he felt the whole length of the rubber attachment snake deep into his insides. The pressure, as it moved over the swollen knob of his prostate was intense and, as he grunted in sudden pleasure, a clear drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock. "Here we go" Mrs. Clayton announced when the end of the syringe was snug between his buttocks. She held the barrel of the device firmly in one hand and then she began to depress the plunger, slowly forcing the liquid inside into Lionel's bottom. The fluid was very cool as it flooded him and he suddenly experienced a strange sensation as though a fine spray of cold water was being directed at his abdomen. It wasn't unpleasant at all, and he began to moan, ever so softly, as he took the entire contents of the syringe inside him. When the plunger was finally pressed home a few moments later, the pressure of the enema fluid inside Lionel's rectum and colon was quite intense and he became afraid that it might gush out of him when Mrs. Clayton removed the nozzle. His foster mother, however, was well prepared for this possibility and, picking up a small rubber plug from the metal tray, she inserted it into the vacated opening as soon as the syringe was withdrawn. She pushed it in tightly and then instructed the boy to stand. "We'll let the fluid remain in place to do its work for a while," she informed him as he stood there, his erection standing stiffly out from his groin. She then beckoned Amanda over to the bench and, as the girl assumed the position on the towel where Lionel had just been, she picked up a sterile cloth and cleaned the rubber nozzle. "A little less fluid for you, Amanda," she announced as she refilled the syringe. The sight of the lovely young girl with her bottom thrust invitingly upward at him was extremely arousing to Lionel. This time, standing almost directly behind her, he could see right between the cheeks of her delectable little ass and the vision of the tiny pink rosebud of her anus sent a shiver right through him. His cock twitched with interest as he gazed between her legs and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to explore her intimate parts with his fingers. "Move aside, now," said Mrs. Clayton as she lubricated her fingers once again. Lionel stepped back a little and then watched with increasing fascination as his foster mother started to massage and probe Amanda's beautiful little rear-end. The little girl shuddered with pleasure as she was first penetrated and Lionel felt a sudden upsurge of arousal as he realized how much his new friend was enjoying the process. "Alrght you're ready I think," Mrs. Clayton announced. She picked up the syringe again, lubricated the nozzle, and held it firmly against Amanda's asshole, pausing for a second before pushing inward. The little girl gave a little squawk as the first inch sank into her but then she relaxed and actually appeared to push her bottom backward into the oncoming tube of rubber. Lionel, watching intently, felt his cock throbbing heavily at the sight. With the nozzle fully inserted, Mrs. Clayton began to depress the plunger, slowly emptying the contents of the syringe into the upturned bottom in a smooth, steady flow. It took a full minute or so to deliver the complete measure and then the foster mother started to withdraw the syringe, easing the length of the rubber tip almost completely out. She fumbled in the metal tray for a second or two and then swore in annoyance. "Damn," she exclaimed. "I forgot I'd need a second plug tonight..." She looked around for a moment and then her eyes lit up thoughtfully when they settled on Lionel. "Over here, Lionel," she said, beckoning to him as an idea struck her. "We might as well put that little member of your to good use, my lad" Lionel, unsure of what it was she wanted, approached cautiously and Mrs. Clayton stepped to the side slightly and maneuvered him directly behind Amanda. She pushed him forward so that his cock was just below the nozzle where it entered the girl and then she deftly pulled away the syringe. "Quickly, my boy get in close, now," she commanded. She pressed gently on his buttocks and the head of his cock pressed hard against Amanda's asshole just as a little trickle of fluid escaped. "Now insert yourself gently," his foster mother instructed him. Hardly able to credit what was happening, Lionel leaned forward gently with his hips and the head of his penis began to spread the little girl's well-lubricated anal ring. The friction this created was unbearably sexy and he had to restrain himself from thrusting in with abandon. As his glans squeezed by the tight sphincter muscles he felt Amanda's ass grip him deliciously and he slid in slowly as he could, relishing the hot pressure within. Millimeter by delicious millimeter he sunk into her until, a few delightful moments later, he was buried to the hilt with the tightness of her pretty asshole locked around the base of his shaft. "Now stay like that and don't move," Mrs. Clayton ordered him. "I'll be back in a moment." She turned and exited the room then and left Lionel deep inside Amanda. It was an exquisite torment being locked inside her like this without being allowed to move and Amanda did not help matters by squirming deliciously and pressing her bottom hard against his groin. Her asshole seemed to quiver in short, rhythmic contractions as she pushed backward, and it was almost as though she was milking his turgid little organ with her delightfully tight anal muscles. Lionel was quite red in the face and sweating profusely in exquisite agony when Mrs. Clayton finally returned. "Okay, children that should do it for now," she announced. She stepped over to them and considered something for a moment. "Amanda will obviously have to evacuate first," she continued. "However," she added, "I think we should take care of something first" She directed Lionel extricate himself from Amanda and then she stopped him just before the head of his cock emerged. "A boy really shouldn't remain in a state of such arousal for too long," she informed him briskly. "It really isn't healthy for him at all" As she said this, she reached down between her two charges with one gloved hand and grasped the shaft of Lionel's cock between her thumb and forefinger. Lionel jumped a little at this unexpected maneuver but she restrained him by placing her other hand firmly on his shoulder. "Just stay still" she cautioned him. She began to move her fingers back and forth along his cock, gripping the loose outer skin tightly of his shaft and allowing it to slide up and down the firm erectile tissue within. The feeling of this was incredible given Lionel's already intense level of arousal and, before Mrs. Clayton had completed more than a dozen strokes, the excited young lad gave a loud gasp and his hips jerked twice as she let go his sticky ejaculate into Amanda's bottom. Even Amanda gave a little squeak of surprise as his cock swelled suddenly at the moment of discharge and her anus gripped him tighter still, increasing the incredible feeling of pleasure. He moaned softly as the last waves of his climax subsided and then Mrs. Clayton withdrew his cock from the slick little hole. As soon as Lionel stepped back, Mrs. Clayton ordered Amanda over to the toilet and the girl rushed quickly across the room in a queer, duck-like hobble as she tried to hold in the liquid. She sank gratefully down onto the porcelain rim of the commode without bothering to lower the seat and she sighed audibly as the fluid was expelled in a powerful, splashing stream. For a full five minutes she sat there, draining herself completely and then, when she was finished, Mrs. Clayton made Lionel take her place, removing the tightly inserted butt-plug before he sat down. He squatted on the cold rim of the bowl, his stomach feeling full and heavy and then, in a rumbling gush of fluid, the enema exploded out of him like the bursting of a dam. As Lionel emptied himself, Mrs. Clayton busied herself clearing away the enema syringe and associated equipment. She put the things away in the large corner cupboard and then she took out fresh pairs of plastic panties for both Lionel and Amanda and laid them on the bench. She waited another minute or so until Lionel appeared to be finished and then, after briefly consulting her watch, she ordered both children into the tub. "Alright, " she told them. "You have fifteen minutes to wash yourselves up while I make your cocoa downstairs Take care you do everything properly and then I'll be up shortly to get you ready for bed" *** As the next morning was Saturday, the household arose at eight o'clock rather than the usual half-past six. For Lionel, unfortunately, this presented something of a problem in that he awoke shortly after dawn with an intense need to urinate. His early training was too well ingrained to allow him to comfortably lie in bed and let go into his plastic panties and he was certain that he could not hold out until it was time to get up. After weighing the options open to him for some time, he made up his mind and sneaked down the hallway toward the bathroom. When he had relieved himself at the toilet he crept guiltily back to bed and climbed beneath the covers again. He knew that he had broken a rule he was under pains to observe, but he hoped, as he lay there quietly, that by the time the whole household got up he would have built up a sufficient reserve to be able to perform sufficiently to satisfy Mrs. Clayton. Sadly, and almost inevitably, this was not to be the case. "You did what?" exclaimed Amanda when Lionel explained the situation to her. They were standing in the bathroom wearing only their plastic panties and Lionel had already tried without success to produce even a dribble. "Mrs. Clayton will be really cross with you," she informed him sympathetically. "Why on earth didn't you do like you're supposed too?" Lionel started to try to explain but Amanda put her fingers to her lips to her lips and silenced him, cocking her head as she listened to the house. After a moment or so, both children heard the unmistakable sounds of Mrs. Clayton down in the kitchen and then Amanda grabbed Lionel by the arm. "Quickly over here," she hissed. She pulled Lionel over to the bench and had him stand facing it as she clambered up on top of the wooden surface. Immediately, she stripped off her panties in front of the boy and he goggled at her in utter surprise. "Whatwhat are you doing?" he whispered loudly. Amanda waved her hand impatiently. "Open up your panties," she ordered him. "Do do what?" Lionel queried uncomprehendingly. "Pull open the front of your panties," she repeated. "Do it quickly" Still not clear what she had in mind, Lionel grasped the waistband of his plastic pants and pulled the front open as far as he could. Amanda then placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him toward her so that the funnel effect created by the top of his pants was now between her legs. They were almost touching now and Lionel could feel the heat the heat from her body as he looked down to see the gentle curve of her bald pudendum only inches from his chest. Almost immediately, his slumbering member began to stiffen and unfurl. "You're very lucky I hadn't done my pee already," she whispered, pulling him even closer. At these words, Lionel suddenly divined the pretty little girl's intentions and a little thrill of anticipation shot up his spine and made him shiver. He waited expectantly as Amanda held him tightly and then, with a little sigh of satisfaction, the young girl's lower body tensed and her pee burst out of her. The first gush broke against his stomach but then it solidified into a steady stream directly into his panties where it splattered hotly along the length of his waiting cock. It enveloped him, coursing down his rigid shaft, and then it began to pool between his legs, bathing his scrotum with its warmth and flowing deliciously between his legs. This, for Lionel, was the most intensely erotic experience of his life thus far and, indeed, he would remember it as such long into his later years. The hot flood was now creeping into the crack of his bottom, making him almost lightheaded with excitement, and he could have happily stood there forever as he savored the delightful sensation. Naturally, of course, the moment could not last indefinitely and, after a few seconds, Amanda terminated the flow and stepped back. "Got to save some for myself," she explained with a grin. She quickly pulled her panties back on and then, as Lionel watched, she let go the remaining contents of her bladder into the clear plastic receptacle. She was just stepping down from the bench when Mrs. Clayton's footsteps were heard on the stairs and Lionel, grabbing a stray towel, hastily dabbed the errant drops of urine on his stomach and then threw the towel onto the bench. "Good morning, children," Mrs. Clayton greeted them as she entered the room and nodded approvingly at the contents of their panties. She waved Amanda into the bathtub with barely a glance and was about to do the same with Lionel when she suddenly peered closely at his crotch. "Well that's hardly an encouraging volume," she observed. "Are you sure you're feeling well?" "Oh Oh yes, Mrs. Clayton," he replied quickly. Hid face was flushed and his erection had subsided to normal. His foster mother narrowed her eyes in concern. "This seems a little unusual after your fluid intake yesterday," she mused. "I think we better do a flushing this evening" She sent him to the tub to wash off and Lionel, wondering what she meant by that last curious comment, nervously complied. "Alright, you two," Mrs. Clayton continued. "Hurry up, now I've got lot's planned for us today." *** The day was indeed a full one and, by midmorning, Lionel had completely forgotten what his foster had said earlier in the bathroom. After a filling breakfast of bacon and eggs, Mrs. Clayton had packed a knapsack with sandwiches and drinks and taken the pair for a tramp across the fields behind the house. At a stone bridge over a pleasant little stream, she had allowed them to fish with a couple of rods she had retrieved from beneath the stairs and, though neither of them caught anything over the course of the whole morning, they both enjoyed themselves immensely. After the picnic lunch, they took a hike through the woods and arrived home in the late afternoon, flushed with the healthy fresh air and chattering excitedly about everything and nothing. It wasn't until after supper and Mrs. Clayton announced it was bath time that Lionel remembered that she had something special in mind for him that evening. He was quite nervous as he climbed the stairs behind Amanda, and he was too apprehensive to even enjoy the sight of her sexy little body when they undressed together while the bath was being filled. His anxiety reached a new high when his foster mother arrived in the bathroom carrying what appeared to be a smaller version of the enema syringe from the previous night. "Okay let's get a look at you," she said, placing the syringe down on the dresser. As Lionel stood naked before her, Mrs. Clayton began to prod and palpate his lower regions, bringing him, despite his nervousness, to a full and healthy erection. She gently him squeezed here and there, humming softly to herself and then she straightened up again, regarding him with a shake of her head. "Everything seems well enough," she announced. "And you did seem to have a satisfactory urination earlier this afternoon as I recall Do you need to go again yet, Lionel?" The boy shook his head. "Well" she continued, "I think we'd better proceed just to be on the safe side" Mrs. Clayton then placed a fresh towel down on the wooden-topped bench and instructed Lionel to come over and lie down. He did so, stretching out to lie full length on the bench, and his penis stood up like a hard little finger pointing directly at the ceiling. His foster mother ignored this and she went to the dresser to retrieve her syringe and a pot of lubricant as well as a small kidney-shaped metal basin. As she set them down beside Lionel, he saw, with a little jolt of alarm, that the syringe was fitted with a blunt plastic needle about four inches long. "How about you, dear?" said Mrs. Clayton, turning to Amanda. "Have you been pee- pee yet?" The little girl shook her head and Mrs. Clayton nodded in satisfaction. "Good" she said. "Because I'm going to need your help" She had the girl clamber up onto the bench and then she directed her to straddle Lionel's chest on her knees so that she faced his feet. The delectable curves of her little bottom were only inches from Lionel's face now and he felt his cock twitch with excitement as he gazed at her. "I sometimes use my standard enema preparation for his procedure," Mrs. Clayton informed them. "However," she continued, " in cases such as this I prefer a more homeopathic remedy" She placed the kidney basin beneath Amanda on Lionel's chest and addressed the young girl. "In a moment, when I begin the procedure I'm going to need you to hold Lionel's little winkie for me," she said. "Before that, however, I want you to do you business for me" She nodded down at the little metal basin and folded her arms expectantly. There was silence in the room for several moments and then Amanda began to pee. Her stream first came in a couple of short bursts, splattering against the metal, and then it steadied into a good flow, filling the little basin almost to the top. Lionel could feel the heat of the girl's urine through the thin metal of the basin and the sharp, yet somehow exciting, tang of the fluid wafted through the Amanda's legs to reach his nostrils. A few final drops terminated the discharge and then smiled with approval. "Excellent," she said a moment later. She picked up the syringe and filled it with Amanda's pee before removing the basin and setting it aside. The syringe was about five inches long and, from his vantage point, Lionel estimated that it held almost a half-pint of liquid. He held his breath nervously as he waited for what was to follow. "Nowhold tight, Amanda," Mrs. Clayton ordered, indicating Lionel's hard little erection. The girl reached out to grasp the stiff root in her left hand and then, as instructed by her foster mother, she also cupped his testicles with the other, making Lionel shiver delightedly at her touch. She had to lean forward slightly to accomplish this and the prostrate young boy was favored with a gorgeous view of her plump little nether lips as they peeped coyly from between her legs. "Alright, now" Mrs. Clayton said as she coated the plastic needle with cream from the pot. "Let's begin." Lionel lay almost rigidly as Mrs. Clayton brought the rounded tip of the needle up to the head of his cock and smeared some of the thick lubricant over the end of the glans. She held then held the needle right against his pee-hole, twirling it slightly to push some of the cream inside and then. With just the briefest pause, she deftly inserted the plastic tube into his cock. Lionel exhaled sharply as he was penetrated and there was a brief stinging sensation before the needle slid inward. All at once, he could feel his urethra being stretched wide as Mrs. Clayton pushed deeper still with an agonizing slowness, and he shivered as she continued sliding the tube down the sensitive inside of his cock. It was a feeling like nothing he had ever experienced before and he discovered that rather than being unpleasant it was arousing him immensely, making his penis throb with the intensity of the pleasure. He wanted the sensation to continue but, a moment later, the end of the syringe was resting flush against his glans and he could tell that the tip of the needle was now inside his bladder. Mrs. Clayton now began to press the plunger of the syringe and all at once, the hot fluid within was forced into his bladder. He had never even heard of such a thing being done before and he discovered that the idea of having the little girl's pee injected into him was intensely stimulating. He could sense his bladder expanding with this new influx of fluid and he gripped the towel beneath him tightly as he savored the sensation with increasing excitement. When the barrel of the syringe was almost empty, Mrs. Clayton pulled the needle back a little so that the tip was again in his urethra rather than his bladder. As she continued to withdraw, she pressed the plunger all the way home, squirting the last little measure of piss inside his cock. She stopped for a moment before pulling the tube all the way out and then she instructed Amanda to pinch Lionel's cock just behind the head, removing the needle only once the little girl had done as she was told. She stood up then and was just setting down the syringe when the telephone suddenly rang. "Damn it, what now?" swore Mrs. Clayton irritably. She started to leave the room and then she turned to Amanda. "Keep squeezing tight for another minute and then you can let go, okay?" The little girl nodded by way of reply and Mrs. Clayton left to answer the call. There was silence in the room for several moments and then Amanda giggled softly as she continued holding Lionel's cock tightly between her fingers. She wiggled her bottom at him and then let out another little arpeggio tinkle of laugher. "You're looking right up my bum, aren't you Lionel?" she teased, giving his penis a playful little tug. Lionel, who was indeed feasting his eyes on the delectable sight before him, was too embarrassed to make any response and Amanda looked over her shoulder at him. "I don't mind that you are," she whispered to him with a naughty little grin. No sooner had she said this than she shuffled back on her knees so that her nether regions were almost squarely over Lionel's face. The puffy outer lips of her girlish cunt were now plainly visible to him and they were parted slightly, allowing him to see the pinkish, slightly glistening folds within. He was also suddenly able to catch the delicate scent of her adolescent sex and the salty tang of it sent a wave of desire coursing through his body. Amanda smiled at the effect she was having on the boy. "I think it's just about time," she announced a few moments later. Cupping Lionel's scrotum with her free hand, she released her grip on his cock and then suddenly squealed in amused surprise as a spurt of urine burst out and shot across the floor. Only a tablespoon or so of fluid had been released, but the effect was quite dramatic and Amanda dissolved into a fresh wave of giggles. "Goshare you going to do any more?" she asked with genuine interest. Beneath her, Lionel shook his head and replied that he didn't think so. Amanda was silent for a moment and then she reached out and ran her finger lightly down the underside of his shaft, making him moan in sudden pleasure. She repeated this and then, almost leisurely, she flicked his cock, causing it to bounce back and forth like a sapling in a heavy wind. The effect pleased her and, chuckling at this newly discovered diversion, she continued flick him with light smacks of her open palm. Lionel, completely turned on by these attentions as well as by the enticing view above, was unable to retrain himself any longer. He reached up with both hands to grasp Amanda's bottom and he prised the cheeks apart, massaging the firm young flesh beneath his palms. His cock was throbbing heavily now and he began to tremble in excited anticipation as he slowly raised his head up from the bench toward Amanda's pussy. He was just about to apply his lips squarely to her sweet little honey-pot when a sudden sound made both children turn guiltily toward the door. "Well that's hardly an effective technique, young lady," Mrs. Clayton observed from where she stood in the doorway. Lionel and Amanda were both horrorstruck as they realized that they had been watched, but, to their complete surprise, Mrs. Clayton didn't appear even remotely angry with them. "If you're going to assist me in managing Lionel's seminal discharges from time to time," she continued, "You'll have to do better than that, my girl." She walked into the room then and told the children to get up and get into the bath. After she had handed them a bar of soap each she walked back toward the door and then suddenly paused as though considering something. "You know," she said, turning to Amanda. "I think we better start your training in the proper techniques tomorrow night" The End

Reform School Experiments By NyteMyst The punishment section, known amongst the young female inmates as 'the hole', was located in a separate building from the main population, and accessible through a long, dimly lit subterranean tunnel. It was widely rumored amongst the girls at the State Reform School that the section contained a secret set of chambers in the basement wherein specially selected inmates were subjected to strange medical experiments, but in the main, these stories were giggled at as being nothing but entertaining nonsense. Since nobody had ever returned from the section with actual confirmation of the rumors, it couldn't be known whether the persistent rumors were actually firmly grounded in reality or not. As Lucy Denver was being escorted down the tunnel toward the unit, she felt a rising anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Lucy was no stranger to reform institutions, having been involved with several minor scrapes with the law over the past two years, but until now her stays had been short and had not resulted in any special disciplinary action of consequence. The evening before, however, after having already received a warning for giving back talk to a matron, she and another girl had been discovered in an intimate embrace after lights-out and she was removed from the dormitory without further ado. The floor supervisor had ordered that she be kept in the quiet room for the remainder of the night and the next morning she was peremptorily dispatched to the dreaded 'hole'. Having only just reached her fourteenth birthday, the pretty little teenager was younger than most of the inmates and she been frightened by the awful tales she had heard about what went on in the unit. She tried to speak to the taciturn guard escorting her for some sort of reassurance but the woman had merely grunted at her to be quiet and kept on walking. This only served to make matters only worse and Lucy, her long ash-blonde hair almost hiding the worried frown on her delicate features, summoned every ounce of will to prevent herself from crying. At the end of the tunnel, the guard ushered Lucy through a set of double swinging doors and she found herself in a large high-ceilinged rotunda from which a number of corridors radiated off in different directions. From the distance, a low murmur of voices filled the air and the general undercurrent was punctuated by the occasional muffled shout of anger and frustration. Hearing this only added to Lucy's trepidation and she shivered as she was led to a desk at the far side of the rotunda behind which stood an imposing woman in a long white coat. "Lucy Denver," announced the guard as she handed the woman a clipboard containing several documents. The woman, although she wouldn't be identified to Lucy until later, was Ilsa Kraft, the head warden of the special unit. She was fortyish, still attractive in a sternly athletic sort of way, and she had a thickly luxuriant mane of jet-black hair. She perused the documents on the clipboard in silence for several minutes and then, as she read through the report of the infraction consigning Lucy to the unit, her eyes rose to the young girl's with, it seemed to Lucy, a curious flicker of interest. "I see we have a little difficulty controlling our passions," the woman said, the barest trace of a smile briefly lighting her handsome features. Lucy felt her face suddenly flush and she dropped her eyes to the floor in some embarrassment. In point of fact, the incident that had got her into trouble had been an innocent act of friendship rather than anything sexual and, though Lucy had formed a very strong attachment to the other girl involved, she was humiliated to have a touching moment converted into something dirty. She wondered whether she was expected to reply for a moment or two until the woman continued. "I think," said the warden, speaking to the guard, "that this young lady might be suitable for the experimental section." She handed the clipboard back to the guard and then waved the pair away. "Take her down to processing," she said. At the words 'experimental section', Lucy felt a sudden stab of fear as though a sliver of glass had been driven into her heart. She had no time to reflect on the matter, however, as she was led immediately off toward a set of stairs leading down into the basement of the structure. The guard, holding her firmly by one arm, escorted her down the steps and then she was taken through a complicated series of passageways to a small, brightly lit room. Inside she found herself facing a heavy black chair similar to those found in dentists offices and, in the far corner she saw a petite woman in a nurse's uniform look up as they entered. The woman took the clipboard from the guard and, after she glanced at it, she turned to Lucy. "Strip, please." she commanded. *** Undressing in front of strangers had been difficult for Lucy at first but, after several stays in various reform schools, she was now fairly used to it. Quickly, she shucked off the plain denim dress the school provided and then slid down the functional, rather unattractive cotton briefs that served as panties. She stood there, her small, tangerine-sized breasts gleaming palely under the fluorescent lights, and crossed her hands demurely over the sparsely thatched mound of her pudendum. She watched as the nurse gathered up the clothing she had just removed and deposited them into a container marked 'incinerator' before turning back to Lucy once again. "Up here, please," said the nurse, patting the heavy padded chair. She stood aside as Lucy climbed up onto the seat and then walked over to a counter at the far wall. When she returned she was carrying a razor and a can of shaving cream and her hands were encased in rubber gloves. "What. what are you going to do?" queried Lucy nervously. "Shave your pubic area," replied the nurse matter-of-factly. "It's standard procedure around here so I don't want you being silly about it." She squirted a generous dollop of cream into one gloved hand and then set the can down on the chair. Lucy still had her hands crossed over her groin but the nurse gently but firmly moved them aside and began the procedure. She worked swiftly and, in less than five minutes, Lucy was looking in some dismay at the freshly denuded rise of her pussy mound. "There we go," said the nurse. She returned the equipment to the counter and then, returning to Lucy, and without any sort of preliminaries, she began a quick inspection of Lucy's genitals, spreading the delicate folds apart with her gloved fingers as she probed. The entire transaction only last a minute or so but it left Lucy burning with humiliation at the liberty that had been taken. She felt her face flush hotly as the nurse made an entry on the clipboard and then a sound made her prick up her ears. She turned toward the doorway just in time to see Ms. Kraft breezing into the room. "Excellent," beamed Ms. Kraft as her eyes fell upon the nurse's recent handiwork. "Anything to report?" "Oh yes. excellent clitoral development," replied the nurse. "She should be a good candidate for the L-11 series." At these words, a gleam of interest brightened the warden's eyes and she crossed the room over to Lucy. Without pausing to don rubber gloves, she began the same intimate examination the nurse had just made, spreading the puffy outer lips and perusing the inner pink slit with some interest. She seemed very pleased by what she saw. "Oh yes. yes, indeed," Ms. Kraft intoned softly. As she continued her probing, Lucy felt her face almost glow red hot with embarrassment. Ever since the pretty teenager had had an opportunity to compare, she had been aware that she was unusually well endowed in the clitoral department. Her prepuce, or clitoral hood, rose in a folded ridge to protrude from the upper reaches of her labia and the tip of the sensitive organ extended a good quarter-inch from the fleshy sleeve even when she was not aroused. Now, as Ms. Kraft just barely teased the exposed head with her ungloved hand, Lucy felt the little pink cylinder begin to swell and extend from it's sheath. Despite her humiliation, she started to feel a rising excitement. "A fine specimen," murmured the warden. "And excellent lubrication too." she added, as though to herself. She completed the exam and, as she straightened up, Lucy was surprised to see that the woman's pale complexion seemed slightly flushed. She wondered at this strange development and, for a moment, the hard little knot of arousal that had begun to form in the pit of her stomach seemed to bloom. "Alright," said the warden, suddenly brisk and business-like. "Let's get her to the L-11 unit." *** After the warden had left, Lucy was given a small hospital type smock to wear and led down yet another intricate maze of subterranean passageways. She was conscious, as she walked, that the smock was embarrassingly open in the rear and each time she and the nurse passed a staff member Lucy would grasp reach behind herself and hold the open flaps together in an effort to conceal her bottom. After what seemed like an interminable march, she soon found herself in a small room at the end of a narrow corridor. The nurse told her that these were her sleeping quarters and that she would have to remain here until they were ready for her. The room was about fifteen feet wide and the floor was mostly taken up by a low wooden sleeping platform about half as wide again as a King size bed. A thin palliasse covered the platform and there were several blankets and two pillows piled at the head. Across from this were a small table and two chairs and, in the back wall, set high up, was a narrow window whose glass was frosted to make it opaque. After surveying the meager furnishings, Lucy sat down heavily on the low wooden sleeping platform and reflected on her rather disturbing situation. Almost two hours passed before the nurse returned. She beckoned to Lucy and once again the pair set off through the endless passageways beneath the building. They passed a number of offices and maintenance rooms and then, at the far end of a brightly lit, tiled corridor, they found themselves in front of a double set of doors over which a sign identified it as the 'L-11' section. Lucy experienced a little shiver of nervousness as the nurse pushed open the doors and ushered her inside. The room beyond was long and narrow and it disappeared off into the distance. It was divided up into small cubicles by beige colored partitions that rose to just below shoulder height and, at about three cubicles up on the right, Lucy could see a trio of heads obviously absorbed in some sort of activity. She strained to see what was happening as the nurse led her into the second cubicle on the left. The first cubicles that Lucy passed were each fitted out with dentist type chairs like the one she had sat in earlier, along with stainless steel counters and cabinets against the rear wall. The cubicle she was led into, however, did not have a chair in it but instead featured two stout wooden posts that rose from the floor to the ceiling about two feet apart. There was a padded cross beam spanning the posts at about waist height, below which there were some wooden steps, and, further up the posts, there was a metal crossbeam that appeared to be adjustable. Lucy looked at the contraption in some apprehension. Before Lucy had time to think, the nurse had slipped the hospital smock from her body, leaving her totally nude. She maneuvered Lucy to the set of steps and then made her climb them and kneel on the padded cross-member. The metal beam lay flat across Lucy's trunk, just below the swell of her adolescent breasts and she gripped the upright beams for support as the nurse eased her knees apart until they too rested against the wooden posts. A wave of nervousness passed through the pretty teenager as she was put in place but she was also curiously intrigued by whatever it was that was about to happen. From her vantagepoint, Lucy had a clear view into the other cubicle across the room. One of the trio of females in there had her back to Lucy but she could tell from the luxurious mane of hair that it was Ms. Kraft, the head warden. There was also a tall, slender girl with long blonde hair standing just opposite Ms. Kraft and the blue denim dress she was wearing clearly identified her as an inmate of the institution. Both females seemed to be focused on the third person, a brunette, only a little older than Lucy, who seemed to be sitting back in one of the black leather examination chairs. She was obviously naked, although Lucy could only see her head and shoulders and, as Lucy watched, the girl suddenly looked over, her eyes locking for an instant with Lucy's. Lucy attempted a tight little smile in greeting but before the girl could respond, Ms. Kraft moved in front of her, obscuring Lucy's view. At that moment, Lucy became aware of the nurse mounting the little set of steps behind her. The woman was close enough so that Lucy could feel the warmth of her against her naked back and then, suddenly, she felt the nurse's hands around her to cup the small orbs of her breasts. She stiffened slightly, her heart now pounding in her chest, and then she relaxed a little as the woman started to massage gently, allowing her palms to slip easily over the sensitive soft flesh. Lucy was nervous still, but she slowly began to give into the pleasant sensations and in only a few moments she discovered that her nipples were firmly erect beneath the gentle caress. As the nurse continued to tease and pull gently at the stiffened little nubbins, the aroused Lucy felt a pleasant fullness in the plump little saddle between her legs and she knew that she was becoming wet down there. After a minute or two, the nurse withdrew her right hand, still massaging Lucy with the other, and slipped it between Lucy's legs from behind. She allowed the edge of her hand to slip over the soft pads of Lucy's outer lips, nodding in satisfaction at the sticky wetness she discovered, and then she curled two fingers upward, sliding them in between the puffy labia and spreading them gently apart. Lucy gave a little shiver of pleasure and sighed softly as the fingers pressed into the narrow channel and slid further up the front of her pudendum. Carefully, the nurse teased apart the thick nether lips and allowed her fingertips to straddle the ridge of Lucy's clitoral hood. She squeezed ever so gently inward and Lucy gave a low moan of pleasure at the delicious sensation. Her clitoris began to swell into full erectness beneath this exciting manipulation and a moment later she could feel it begin to emerge even further from its fleshy sheath. The nurse smiled approvingly. "Excellent, dear," she whispered. "I think you're ready now." Lucy had no idea whatever it was she was supposed to be ready for but, in the excitement of the moment she almost felt prepared for anything. She had sudden misgivings a minute later, however, when the nurse approached her from in front carrying what looked for all the world like a large plastic syringe. The nurse, seeing her look of sudden horror, shook her head sympathetically. "Don't worry, Lucy," she smiled. "This won't be nearly as bad as it might look at first." Looking down, Lucy could see that the syringe was about a half-inch in diameter and nearly six inches long. The tip, where a needle would normally be attached had been completely removed and a black rubber ring had been affixed, forming a sort of cushion at the end. The nervous teenager watched as the nurse raised the syringe to her, placing the end against the narrow cleft of her pussy mound, and she jumped slightly as the rubber ring slid in between the puffy lips to encircle her clit. The nurse held it in place for a moment and then, with a slow deliberateness, began to pull out the plunger of the syringe. "Oh. Oh, my god," gasped Lucy. The sudden vacuum pulled the rubber ring tightly into the spread of her slit and she could immediately feel the sensitive finger of her clitoris being drawn into the cylinder. The pressure started to become intense and, as the nurse pulled the plunger back millimeter by millimeter, Lucy was able to watch her already swollen love button expand to fill the barrel and slowly extend along the length of it. The sight of this, coupled with the powerful sensations mage the teenager feel weak at the knees. She gripped the posts even tighter for support and moaned softly as the pressure increased. It took a full minute for the nurse to completely withdraw the plunger and, when she was finished, Lucy's clit was swollen to nearly four times its normal size and was throbbing in a way she had never experienced before. It was painful to be sure. there could be no doubt about that. but the sensations were also incredibly, erotically pleasurable and Lucy was unbelievably aroused as the nurse stepped away leaving the syringe jutting from her groin like some oddly shaped phallus. She closed her eyes to savor the strange sensations as the nurse busied herself at the cabinet behind her. A moment later, the nurse returned carrying a large plastic bottle and a small pail whose handle was attached to a small length of chain with a clamp at one end. The nurse set the bottle down at her feet and then deftly affixed the clamp to the end of the syringe plunger. The chain was about a foot long and, when the nurse allowed the pail to hang free, the weight of it pulled the syringe straight down and the device swung back and forth slightly, tugging at Lucy's clitoris in the most interesting way. She moaned softly as the nurse picked up the plastic bottle and unscrewed the cap. The bottle contained nothing more than water and, when the pail had stopped swinging, the nurse began to pour the fluid into it in a slow steady stream. Almost immediately, the added weight caused the syringe to pull even more insistently at Lucy's engorged clitoris, tugging downward with increasing force. Pain and pleasure mounted steadily with each fluid ounce and it seemed to the young teenager that her sensitive organ was being drawn from her body, millimeter by agonizingly erotic millimeter. She was as aroused as she had ever been in her life and the sensations drove her almost mad with their intensity. The nurse managed to pour almost a half-gallon of water into the pail before she detected the first signs that the syringe might pull free from Lucy's clit. She added a few more drops for good measure and then put the top back on the bottle. "That's it for now," she announced. She set the bottle back on the counter and then patted Lucy lightly on the rump. "You'll need to remain like this for seven minutes," she informed the girl. Lucy, her eyes almost completely shut, was unable to reply and she was only vaguely aware of the nurse leaving the little cubicle. After several minutes alone, Lucy became aware once more of the activity in the opposite cubicle. When she looked up, she saw that Ms. Kraft and her inmate assistant were facing her from the far side of their dark-haired patient. The girl was lying back staring up at the ceiling and the two women seemed intent on something that was hidden from Lucy's view. She continued to watch them for a moment or two and then, at a word from Ms. Kraft, the inmate moved her arm and a sudden loud humming sound filled the room. The effect of whatever was happening was immediate on the young patient. Her back arched into quivering rigidity and she emitted a sharp, strangled cry before her features were pulled into a tight rictus of pain. Her body remained bowed for a full thirty seconds as the hum continued and then the noise suddenly stopped and the girl collapsed panting into the chair once again. From her vantagepoint, Lucy momentarily forgot the pressure between her legs as she watched the scene in silent, fascinated horror. There was a pause of just under a minute and then the awful humming recommenced, causing the girl to become rigid once again. This time the procedure continued far beyond the brief period of the first time and the girl, after her first initial cry of pain, began to exhale in short, shuddering gasps. Her hair was now plastered wetly about her pretty features and Lucy suddenly understood that pleasure had replaced the original pain. She became aware once more of the intense turgidity of her swollen clit as she watched the girl shudder through an obviously powerful orgasm, and the sheer intensity of the other girl's ecstasy did nothing to alleviate her own incredible arousal. She continued to watch until the throes of the climax subsided and the machine ceased its relentless hum. Ms. Kraft and her assistant moved in toward the girl as she lay exhausted and Lucy saw her being helped from the chair just as the nurse returned. "Time's up," chirped the young woman breezily. She unsnapped the pail from the end of the syringe and set it down on the floor. When she released the plunger on the suction device, the sudden release of pressure was quite painful and Lucy bleated sharply, her knees almost buckling. The nurse patted her thigh sympathetically as she slid the long plastic cylinder away from the teenager's pudendum and smiled in a friendly way. "Just relax for a moment," she said. "We'll take care of you shortly." As the nurse returned to the cabinet with the equipment, Lucy was vaguely aware of the other girl being led from her cubicle but, at that moment, the insistent throbbing of her private parts made it difficult for her to pay much attention. When she looked down, she saw that her clitoris had not immediately subsided when the pressure was released but rather still jutted out like an angry finger, swollen a deep and mottled red. It was rather an alarming sight to be sure, but there was also something undeniably sexy and exciting about the incredible new size of it. All at once, the tingling sensation in the turgid protuberance began to feel pleasurable again. "Okay, let's take care of you," the nurse said as she reappeared. She was carrying a small rubber object in her hand that looked somewhat like an oversized bulb from an eyedropper. The inside, Lucy could see, was filled with a thick white cream. "Just relax," said the nurse. Holding Lucy's thigh with one hand, the nurse raised the rubber object to Lucy's pussy and slid it over her swollen clittie. All at once, thick coldness of the greasy unguent soothed the throbbing cylinder and Lucy moaned again, her eyes half-closing. The nurse slid the rubber cup all the way into Lucy's slit, causing some of the cream to escape and, when it was in place she squeezed ever so slightly, gripping Lucy as she began to slide her fingers back and forth. Slowly, she milked the length of the erect finger of flesh, caressing it gently and making the excited teenager almost faint with pleasure. "Oh. oh my god," Lucy gasped as the sensations overwhelmed her. She gripped the wooden posts more tightly still and, unconsciously, thrust her hips toward the delightful source of stimulation. She groaned again and then, just as she was beginning to wonder how long she could bear this delicious torture, the accumulated excitement exploded within her, causing her to buck her hips madly as she spent herself. Successive waves of ecstasy coursed through her loins for what seemed like an eternity and finally, as she gasped for air, the power of her orgasm subsided. The nurse smiled approvingly. "Good girl," she whispered as she withdrew the cup. *** The delicious exercise was repeated three times that day; once again in mid- afternoon, then just before supper and, finally, in the later evening. After lunch, and again after supper, Lucy was put to work in the kitchen and was made to wash pots in the steamy scullery. After each treatment in the L-11 unit, she discovered that her sensitive clitoris took at least an hour to subside to its original size and that, as she worked it was chafed rather pleasantly between the puffy lips of her freshly shaven cunt. It had the effect of making her greedily anticipate the next session with the nurse and, in addition, it left her in an almost continual state of arousal during the remainder of the day. Lucy worked alone during the after lunch shift but, for her second stint, she was given a helpmate. To her surprise, she saw it was the girl who had been in the cubicle across from hers during the morning procedure and she smiled shyly at her when she arrived. "I'm Lucy," she announced, holding out her hand. Chatter, it appeared, was not permitted during working hours, but the girls managed a few brief snatches of conversation when they were not being directly observed. The pretty brunette, Lucy learned, was name Julia, and she was seventeen years old. The pair had a brief moment of laughter when they each learned that they were both sentenced to reform school because of car theft but then one of the staff intervened and ordered them to be quiet. Lucy was disappointed at not being able to continue the conversation but, as she worked away, she stole glances at her companion and found she couldn't help but admire the way the steamy dampness of the room made Julia's school issue shirt cling tightly to her sleek and obviously bra- less form. Later, after her last session in the L-11 unit, Lucy was escorted to her room wearing only the long white T- shirt that served as a nightdress in this part of the institution. When the door was pushed open, she was surprised to see that her bed was not empty and, as the light from the corridor fell on the tousled brown hair, she experienced a little thrill of pleasure when she realized that her new roommate was none other than Julia. Her escort prodded her into the room, closing the door behind her and then her footsteps could be heard disappearing down the corridor as Lucy adjusted her eyes to the dim light in the room. "Here." said Julia sleepily, raising herself on one elbow. She held out a thick blanket and Lucy took it gratefully. "Thanks," she smiled. She climbed a little stiffly onto the massive sleeping platform and drew the blanket over herself. It was a little cool in the room and she was glad of its heavy warmth. "God, I'm so tired," she whispered. "Oh, me too," agreed Julia. There was a transom over the door and even in the limited light it allowed in, Lucy could see Julia's tired but very pretty smile. She pulled the blanket tight around her and relaxed a little. Her limbs were heavy with weariness but she was still very conscious of a tingling fullness in her private parts after the last session. "Did. did you have more. um, experiments today?" she finally ventured. Julia nodded. "Five times today," she replied. "You?" "Four times," said Lucy. She was silent for a moment and then she spoke again. "How long have you been here anyway?" "At the school, or here in this unit?" Julia asked. "Well. both." "Uh. let's see," began Julia. "I came to the school just after Easter and I've been on the unit for. uh. almost seven weeks now." Almost seven weeks? The thought of daily sessions for such a long time left Lucy a little nonplussed. A question suddenly arose unbidden in her mind but it was so personal she hesitated to ask it. There was silence for a moment and then, with a low chuckle, Julia voiced Lucy's concern. "You're wondering how big it's gotten so far, aren't you?" she whispered with some amusement. Lucy blushed at the directness of the question and then nodded with little giggle of embarrassment. "Yeah, I guess I was," she finally admitted. She smiled shyly and then gave a little start as Julia pulled aside her blanket. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," the girl said in a juicy whisper. She was lying on her side facing Lucy and she also wore a long white T-shirt that extended below her thighs. With a quick, fluid motion, she raised her hips and, to Lucy's amazement, she drew the thin garment over her head and completely removed it. Lucy gaped almost comically as Julia revealed her lovely young body. For a moment, the surprised young teenager's gaze fell upon the pale orbs of Julia's full breasts and then, as her attention was drawn down to the smooth rise between the girl's legs, she let out a low gasp of amazement. Protruding from between the puffy, hairless lips, Julia's clitoris was almost an inch long and deliciously thick along its entire length. Even in the dim light it glistened with an exciting wetness and it seemed to Lucy that it was swelling bigger still before her eyes. She stared at the turgid protuberance in silent awe. "Quite impressive, isn't it?" Julia whispered softly. She allowed her hand to stray down between her legs and she teased apart her lips with two fingers, exposing the entire length of the exciting cylinder of pink flesh. "God, yes." Lucy managed to murmur, her eyes glued to the entrancing sight. She felt a rush of arousal as she continued to stare. "You're supposed to show me yours too," Julia said archly, a naughty lilt in her voice. Lucy's eyes flickered up to meet Julia's and for a moment their gaze locked. The glimmer of arousal was plain in her new companion's pretty eyes and Lucy felt her heart thud rapidly inside her chest. "Alright." she whispered. Shrugging aside her own blanket, and almost shivering with excitement, Lucy pulled of her T-shirt and lay on her right side facing Julia. For a moment she experienced a pang of self- consciousness as the girl's eyes swept over her own small breasts and then Julia's gaze fixed on the plump saddle between her legs. Her clitoris, already stiffening, was framed by the tight grip of her chubby outer labia. "God. it's so cute." Julia breathed softly. "It's like a little seal. a little baby seal breathing at an ice- hole." She said these words with a quiet sort of awe but the comparison struck Lucy as delicious and she giggled. "If mine's a seal, then yours is a walrus," she laughed. Julia joined her in laughter for a moment and then shivered. "It's chilly in here," she observed. Reaching down, she grabbed her blanket and pulled it up, covering not only herself, but, to Lucy's surprise and pleasure, Lucy also. "That's better, isn't it?" she smiled. She had shuffled over toward Lucy a little as she pulled the blanket up and the younger girl experienced a little tremor of delight as she felt the heat from Julia's naked body. "But now the walrus can't see the seal," Lucy joked, pouting in mock disappointment. Julia laughed. "I guess they'll just have to rub noses," she chortled. Before Lucy could begin to fathom what Julia meant, the older girl had arched her back, pressing her hips tightly against Lucy's. The sudden intimacy of the position stifled Lucy in mid- giggle and all at once a serious stillness descended on the room. Unconsciously, Lucy pushed her hips toward Julia's seeking the other girl's curved pussy mound with her own. "God. I'm always so fucking horny in this place," Julia moaned. Lucy, swallowing deeply as her excitement washed over her, could only grunt in reply. As she thrust her hips even further forward, she could feel the hard little finger of her clit slide up the moist channel of Julia's cunt. They ground against each other for several wonderful moments and then Julia spoke. "Let me make it better for us," she gasped hoarsely. Sliding her left leg between Lucy's legs, Julia rolled over on top of the excited teenager, spreading her thighs as she did so. She supported herself on both hands for a moment and then, as she lay down between Lucy's outstretched legs, she spat on her palm and quickly worked the sticky fluid over her mound. She put her hand back down on the bed again so that they both supported her on either side of Lucy's shoulders and then, slowly but deliberately, she lowered herself to her companion, pushing the hard protrusion of her pubic bone against the softly yielding pussy lips below. Almost immediately, the two engorged clitorises met in an almost electric explosion of pleasure and Lucy cried out loudly as she e raised her hips up to meet the hot body above her. "Oh Jesus. Oh, Christ," she gasped. Julia's breasts now hung down over her chest and the nipples brushed over her own, teasing them into hard little points. Their pussies were now crushed hard against each other, moving in slow, grinding circles and, as Lucy curled her lower legs over Julia's pulling her tighter still, the older girl pressed her mouth against Lucy's and they kissed deeply, moaning in unison as their tongues entwined with each other. They explored each other's mouths intimately as they squirmed in aroused abandon against each other and then, with a gasping cry, Julia tore her mouth from Lucy's "Oh fuck. oh fuck that feels so good," she cried. Suddenly, and with a near ferocity that startled Lucy, Julia rose upright on the bed. She grasped Lucy's right leg and raised it so that the girl was turned on her side and her thighs held apart like the open jaws of a pair of scissors. Julia was on her knees now, each leg straddling Lucy's left leg where it lay on the padded platform, and she thrust her hips forward, pressing her bald pussy against Lucy's once again. This time, the erect protuberance of her engorged clit slid deeply between the younger girl's lips and into the hot wetness inside. The length of Julia's organ was not quite enough to actually penetrate Lucy's vagina, but the sensation of the stiff little probe sliding along the sensitive inner folds made the young teenager cry out in deliciously agonized pleasure. Building to a rapid staccato rhythm, Julia thrust her hips back and forth, sliding her sensitive love button into and along the sticky, moist furrow of Lucy's cunt. Finally, as the sensations overwhelmed her, she twisted her trunk slightly and then, as the two fingers of erectile tissue met once again in an explosion of pleasure, both girls came together, crying out in unison as the powerful waves burst through them. They ground together for a few final, wonderful seconds and then collapsed panting and sweating to the thin mattress. Afterward, the pair lay together beneath a single blanket, deeply and warmly comfortable. Lucy felt satiated in a way far greater than anything she had experienced at the hands of the nurse but there were still some questions she had in her mind. Finally, after she became still more relaxed, she whispered to Julia. "Um. Julia," she began. "Down in the treatment room. when you were in that chair. What was that. that stuff they were doing to you?" "The electric box?" queried Julia sleepily. "The thing that makes the humming noise, you mean?" Lucy nodded. "Yeah. that. What is it?" "Some kind of electrical thingie," said Julia. "They. you know. hook you up and zap you with it." "God," breathed Lucy. "It looked so painful." "Yeah," whispered Julia after a pause. "It does hurt, but it makes you come like crazy." She was silent again for a minute or so and then she added in a sibilant murmur, "God does it ever make you come." "Wow," replied Lucy, a little nonplussed. "What are they doing all this for anyway?" she asked. She waited in silence for a moment until Julia, her voice low and drowsy, finally replied. "Hasn't. um. hasn't Ms. What's-her-name. Ms. Kraft shown you yet?" she asked cryptically. She fell silent again and Lucy shook her head. "No. Show me what?" she queried. There was no response from Julia and when Lucy attempted to ask the question, a tiny snore told her that her new friend was fast asleep. Confused, she lay back on the mattress and pondered the curious reply until she too finally drifted off into a deep and dreamless slumber. *** During the morning session on the unit, Lucy was subjected to the same procedure as the day before but, in the afternoon, the treatment was modified. After directing Lucy to disrobe, the nurse approached the young teen with a narrow white plastic belt from the front of which descended a curious strap attachment. The belt fastened at the side rather than the front and the nurse brought it around Lucy's slender waist, allowing the strap attachment to hang loosely in front for the moment. Lucy was already becoming aroused in anticipation of what was to follow and, when she looked down, she saw that the upper part of the strap had a hole pierced through the front of it and, just below this the strap divided into two separate, thinner pieces. When the belt was fastened firmly above Lucy's hips. The nurse reached through her legs from behind and brought the two straps up to attach them to the back of the belt. As she did this, she adjusted the front of the strap so that Lucy's clitoris, now erect, slipped easily through the hole. She pulled hard on the straps, pulling it tightly into the channel between Lucy's pussy lips and forcing the clitoris to protrude stiffly through the aperture, and then she fastened the ends of the divided straps to fixtures at the back of the waist. The effect of this arrangement was to spread Lucy's pussy lips and buttocks apart in a way that exposed her most private places in a deliciously exciting way. The nurse now had Lucy take her place back up on the little platform between the two posts and then, as the girl was maneuvered into position, she placed a large basin between her legs. Lucy, looking down, was able to see the tip of her clitoris extending beyond the surface of the white strap and the fullness of it excited her. After every treatment so far, her clitoris had slowly subsided from its swollen state within a few hours but, she now saw, it was beginning to increase in length and girth. Slowly, the repeated vacuum treatments were beginning to have a small but still perceptible effect. As she stared at this novel development, Lucy became aware of a clattering behind her and she half-turned to see the nurse wheel up a large barrel shaped piece of equipment that looked rather like an industrial vacuum cleaner. There were three hoses protruding from the top but they were much thinner than regular vacuum attachments two were tipped with a thin spray device resembling the water pics in a dentist's office while the third had a wider clear plastic tube at the end. Lucy watched in mounting anticipation as the nurse flicked a switch on the machine, causing it to emit a low, steady rumble. "I'll need to let the unit warm up," the nurse announced without further explanation. She went to the table at the back of the cubicle and returned with two more white straps each of which had a clip attachment about midway along. Shivering with excited anticipation, Lucy watched as the nurse fastened them about the top of each of her thighs, pulling them tight so that the clips were on the inside of her legs. "There we go," the nurse smiled. The nurse then took one of the spray attachments from the barrel shaped device and pulled on it, drawing more of its plastic tubing from a hidden receptacle. She raised the nozzle near to Lucy's crotch and then she flicked another switch, causing a fine, pulsing jet of water to surge from the thin plastic wand. Slowly, she directed the stream at Lucy's exposed and protruding clitoris and the excited teenager moaned loudly as the focused, needle-like spray played over the sensitive throbbing flesh. The exquisite torture lasted for nearly a minute as the nurse pointed the nozzle this way and that, covering the whole protruding nubbin with a tattoo of high-pressure water. As soon as she was finished, the nurse switched off the spray and then picked up the tubing with the clear plastic attachment at the end. Sliding it over Lucy's engorged clit, she flicked another switch and, all at once, a vacuum was engaged, sucking all the air from the slender cylinder and drawing the pink finger of flesh down inside the tube. Lucy's hips jerked forward at the delightful sensation. "Oh. Oh my goodness," she gasped, her eyes tightly shut. The vacuum pressure created by the syringe in earlier sessions had been intense but this time it was truly incredible. Opening her eyes to look down, Lucy gaped in amazement as she was able to see her clittie growing before her very eyes and expanding to fill the whole of the plastic cylinder. In less than thirty seconds, the tiny organ had swelled to incredible inch in length and it pulsed visible against the restraining plastic wall. At that point, further expansion was clearly impossible and the nurse deactivated the pump, leaving the device still gripped tightly to Lucy's tortured cunt. "Next step," said the nurse breezily. Stepping back to the counter for a moment, she returned to Lucy's side, carrying what the girl recognized as a pair of speculums. In past gynecological visits, Lucy had been subjected to the probing use of a speculum and though she had not particularly relished the experience she now discovered a little thrill of anticipation at the thought of having not one but two of the exciting instruments inserted into her. She gazed with widening eyes as the pretty nurse used the contents of a small tube to lubricate the shiny steel jaws of each device. "Alright," said the nurse as she readied the first of the tools. The nurse stood behind Lucy as she inserted the first speculum into the teenager's now hotly wet vagina. Slipping the ends of the steel jaws into the crevice of her pussy lips, she worked it upward, making Lucy shiver with the strange deliciousness of the sensation and, when the length of the device was fully inserted she manipulated the screw at the side of the jaws, opening them wide to their fullest extent. The unique feeling of being stretched apart so widely was intensely erotic and Lucy moaned softly to herself as the nurse picked up the second set of jaws. Although the nurse used copious quantities of lubricant on the second speculum, it was very tight as she inserted it into Lucy's virginal asshole. The pretty teenager had never been penetrated so deeply in her bottom before and even though there was an underlying pain and discomfort, the experience of having the cold steel sliding so far into her was exquisitely sexy. She was unable to prevent a groan of pleasure as these metal jaws were also spread apart, opening her up and exposing her most hidden spaces to a sudden onrush of cool air. "Oh, Jesus," she muttered, clenching her teeth at this fresh, undeniably erotic invasion. "Oh my Jesus." A moment later, Lucy, only dimly aware of what was happening, felt a fumbling between her thighs as the nurse retracted the two spray-tipped hoses from the machine and attached them to the clamps on Lucy's thigh straps. She slid the long thin nozzles up into the open jaws of the two speculums and then spent a moment or so adjusting their respective placements. When she was satisfied, she bent to the machine and deftly switched on the sprays. Sweet Christ but the result was incredible! Lucy almost screamed with pleasure as the two narrow jets of water burst inside her. The nozzle in her vagina was angled so that the pulsing stream was focused on the sensitive nerve plexus just behind her pubic bone while the spray in her bottom drummed forcefully against the soft wall separating her rectum from her vaginal vault. The streams pulsed in the same way as a massage showerhead, but their respective rhythms were out of sequence with each other so that a harmonic effect was created. It was as though a symphony of pleasure was created inside the squirming teenage and she was barely aware when the nurse left the cubicle, leaving her to the delightful torment of the strange machine. Whether the nurse was gone for two minutes or twenty, Lucy could not later say. When the woman returned the young girl was trembling from three explosive orgasms that wracked her frame with unbelievable power and she hung limply between the posts, her hips jerking convulsively, when the nurse switched the spray off and released the vacuum. She almost fainted as the clear plastic cylinder was slid from her tender clitoris and the nurse clucked in sympathy. "Excellent results," the woman smiled. "Shall we say eleven o'clock for your next session?" *** That evening, when she had finished supper and completed her pot washing tasks, Lucy was returned to the treatment room for her fifth treatment of the day. Afterwards, instead of being returned to her room as expected, she was led above ground to the third floor of the unit. It was clear that this portion of the building, which resembled more a residential complex, was not part of the experimental section and Lucy wondered why she had been taken here. It was dark outside now and, try as she might, Lucy could see nothing through any of the windows except for the odd tree branch brushing up against the glass. She was nervously apprehensive as she was led along the empty corridors, but the recent treatment had also left her in a weak but continued state of arousal. The rather grim-faced guard who escorted Lucy to the second floor paused before a polished wooden door at the end of one corridor and knocked. There was a lengthy pause followed by a muffled command to enter and then the guard pushed open the door and ushered Lucy inside before leaving. It was quite dimly lit inside the room, almost like a candle-lit cathedral, and Lucy could see that the room was comfortable furnished with plush draperies and a richly patterned deep-pile carpet. At one end, seated on a divan, was the warden, Ms. Kraft. "Ah. good evening my dear," she said, rising from he divan. She was dressed in a flowing robe of blue silk and her hair was pile loosely on her head with a few stray tendrils flanking her handsome features. At that moment, another door set into the rear wall opened and a young blonde girl entered. It was the same inmate whom Lucy had seen with the warden the day before and she too wore a robe rather than the standard institution clothing. In her hand she carried a small silver tray on which reposed a delicately etched crystal glass filled with an amber liquid. "Your sherry, Ms. Kraft," intoned the pretty blonde. "Thank you, Tanya," smiled Ms. Kraft, her eyes still on Lucy. She took the glass from the tray and sipped at it as Tanya retired to the left and placed the tray on a small table against the wall. "And how are you finding things, my dear?" the warden asked Lucy. "Not finding things too.. well, exhausting?" Lucy swallowed before replying. "Um.. No, Ma'am. I guess not," she finally managed to mumble. The warden beamed at her. "Good," she said. "I'm very interested to see how things are progressing." She nodded over to Tanya and the blonde girl, clearly understanding what was expected of her, walked over to Lucy and began to remove her clothing. For a moment, Lucy stiffened as though to resist but then she relaxed as the girl completed her work. A moment later she found herself standing completely naked before the warden's admiring gaze. "Very nice," the warden purred as she scanned the nervous teenager's lithe young form. "But I think we need a more detailed examination." She patted the table where the silver tray had been placed and directed Lucy to have a seat upon it. "Let's have a better look at you, dear," she whispered. Tanya stepped into assist Lucy up onto the narrow little table and turned her so that she sat with her back to the wall with her legs spread apart. The warden, her eyes fixed almost hungrily at the smooth plump saddle between Lucy's thighs stepped in closer, placing her hands on the trembling teenager's knees. She bent slightly in gave a low murmur of satisfaction at what she saw. "Excellent," she whispered softly. She placed and index finger into the narrow crevice of Lucy's pussy, making the girl shiver, and then drew it slowly upward. At the first contact, the sensitive pink finger protruding from the puffy lips seemed to give a convulsive little start and then it began to visibly swell, extending from its nest as it did so. Ms. Kraft teased it gently and then spoke. "You must be wondering about the purpose of our. ah. experiments," she said. She continued to stimulate Lucy into a throbbing eection, her eyes fixed on her handiwork, and Lucy, now hotly aroused could do little more than nod. "I could explain it to you in detail," she began. "But. perhaps a demonstration would be more efficient." As she said this, the warden straightened up once more and then she slipped of her robe revealing that she was completely and deliciously naked beneath. Her breasts, large yet still firm with dark conical nipples, were truly impressive but it was what lay below that made the young teenager gasp in startled disbelief. There, between the smoothly shaven lips, lying like a sleeping snake, was a clitoris of stupendous, unbelievable proportions. "Dear God," thought Lucy, here eyes wide with amazement. "It's like she has a cock down there!" A simultaneous chuckle from both Ms. Kraft and Tanya greeted Lucy's reaction of stunned disbelief. The monster organ, still in a semi-somnolent state, lay down along the curve of the warden's pubic bulge, very nearly four inches in length. It was a deep, mottled red in color and Lucy was amazed to see that the base of the incredible protuberance was thicker around than her own thumb. She stared at it, scarcely able to credit her own senses. "Perhaps you may be interested in another work in progress," the warden continued. Drawing the pretty Tanya toward her, Ms. Kraft turned the girl so that she faced Lucy and then she slipped of the girl's robe, dropping it casually to the floor behind her. Unlike Ms. Kraft, Tanya was not completely naked beneath but had on a pair of brief cotton panties that clung tightly to the lovely flare of her teenage hips. In front, the sheer material outlined in erotic detail the curves and folds of the hidden pubic mound and Lucy saw, with a little thrill of excitement, that the very center of the fabric was pushed out slightly by some firm and insistent protuberance beneath. The warden smiled and slipped her arm easily about the girl's waist. "Tanya is one of our star subjects," she murmured, almost to herself. As Lucy watched, the woman allowed her hand to snake fully around the girl and slide over the sheer material of her panties. She began to run her fingers lightly over and around the little protrusion, making the pretty blonde sigh deeply in her throat and, as she did this, Lucy could see the little bump swell and grow until it tented out the front of the thin cotton fabric. Her own clitoris seemed to throb in sympathetic pleasure as she watched and she knew that she was becoming deliciously and hotly wet. "Magnificent erection." whispered the warden. As the protuberance in Tanya's panties seemed to plateau, Ms. Kraft hooked a finger into each side of the flimsy garment and slowly pulled them down. Again, Lucy was moved to gasp in surprise for the turgid cylinder now standing stiffly outward from Tanya's pubic mound was easily as big as her little finger. It was lightly pink in hue and tapered to a delicate point. "Magnificent indeed." repeated the warden. As the handsome woman slid two fingers along side the base of Tanya's clit, spreading the plump lips apart, Lucy could see that she was becoming aroused. A flush had spread over her forehead and below, the incredible fleshy appendage between her legs was now stirring as though coming awake. It twitched almost imperceptibly and then, beneath Lucy's fascinated gaze it began to swell and unfurl, rising until it stood out proudly from the warden's shaven groin. Tanya, her eyes half closed, moaned to herself as the woman stimulated her turgid clit, but Lucy's eyes were firmly fixed on the incredible sight between the warden's legs. Her clit, in contrast to Tanya's, was bulbous at the end and it was now mottled an angry purple as it throbbed into unbelievable hardness. It was slick with the warden's secretions now and it appeared to glisten beneath the soft lights in the room. Lucy swallowed deeply, her arousal a hard little knot in the pit of her stomach. "The clitoris is an amazing organ." the warden began. Her tone was that of someone commencing a well- practiced lecture but her voice, Lucy noted, was a little strained and hoarse. She turned slightly at that moment, bringing her hips close to Tanya's and then she brought the tip of her clit up against the teenager's causing both females to jerk slightly as the pulsing cylinders came into contact. For a moment she held herself in place and then began to move her hips slowly, making the head of her engorged clit slide up and down the length of Tanya's. "The sensitivity is every bit as great as in the male counterpart," she continued as Tanya sighed deeply at the sensations. "But. " she added, her voice tight and forced, "it is also just as practical in every way." As she spoke these words, Ms. Kraft released Tanya and stepped over to Lucy, locking her gaze with the trembling girl's. She moved in between the outspread legs and reached down, sliding her hands beneath Lucy's thighs and raising them slightly so that her hips rolled back, exposing the slippery wetness of her swollen genital folds. Lucy was nervous still, but the power of her arousal overwhelmed this feeling and she moaned softly as Ms. Kraft moved closer still and the shiny, bulbous tip of her clit brushed lightly over the delicate inner lips of her cunt. Her eyes closed tightly shut as Ms. Kraft positioned herself at the vestibule of her aching vagina and then she exhaled sharply as the woman pushed her hips forward and slid deeply inside. The feeling was incredibly, intoxicatingly wonderful. The thickness of the throbbing cylinder thrust deep into her, filling the slick, velvet warmth. As Ms. Kraft pushed her cunt tightly against Lucy's, the girl could feel the bulbous tip graze the plump, circular mouth of her cervix and she cried out and delicious agony. For a moment, the warden held herself pressed tightly in and then she withdrew and began to slide her hips back and forth, fucking the excited teen with her huge, stiff clit. She withdrew again and again, thrusting deeper with each stroke and then, as Lucy whimpered beneath her, she suddenly went rigid, bucking her hips as her orgasm exploded from within with incredible force. For a moment, Ms. Kraft remained still as thew final aftershocks subsided and then she withdrew, shaking slightly. Her face was glistening with perspiration and the hair that had fallen loosely about her face was now plastered wetly to it. Lucy, unfulfilled as yet, was still almost painfully aroused and the look of longing on her pretty face made Ms. Kraft smile. "Patience, my sweet," she whispered. "There's more to come." Stepping back, the warden maneuvered Tanya between Lucy's legs, her hand pressed against the teenager's delectable little bottom. Lucy could see that the blonde girl was almost trembling with anticipation and the sight of her arousal sent a shiver of excitement through her loins. She spread her legs wider still and, as Tanya was pressed toward her, Ms. Kraft reached her hand between the two girls and used two fingers to open the swollen outer lips of Lucy's cunt. "A little tighter for Tanya, I think," she added, somewhat cryptically. As the hard little finger of Tanya's clitoris brushed against the glistening wetness of Lucy's inner folds, Ms. Kraft carefully maneuvered her so that the tip rested not against the entrance to Lucy's vagina but instead against the much narrower opening of her pee-hole. In a flash, Lucy suddenly comprehended the meaning of the warden's last statement and, although the thought of what was to happen alarmed her a little, it also excited her tremendously. She braced herself as the tip pressed against the tiny aperture and then gasped aloud as Tanya thrust against her. For a moment or so, Tanya just allowed the tip of her clit to play about the entrance to Lucy's urethra, sending delightful shivers of pleasure through the young girl's entire nether region, but then she pushed deeper, forcing the fleshy protuberance inside the tight little orifice. Lucy had never been penetrated here before and the sudden stretching of this virginal hole was both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at the same time. At the first pressure, the tip slid a half-inch or so into the opening and then, with another thrust, Tanya slipped deeply inside, burying the length of her impressive clit all the way to the base. Lucy groaned in pleasure. "Oh god. oh yes." she hissed, her teeth gritted tightly together. The end of Tanya's clit had now pushed beyond the valve to her bladder and a few spurts of urine burst out of her as Tanya ground her pussy forward. The tip of Lucy's clit became pressed between the fleshy pillows of Tanya's outer lips and they seemed to grip her as the girl pushed forward with greater force. She could feel the onset of her orgasm approaching and she cried out as Tanya started to thrust back and forth, sliding in and out with increasing speed. As Tanya continued to press herself home again and again, Ms. Kraft stepped behind her and grasped her hips, momentarily stopping the action. Lucy, although almost lost in her ecstasy, was just able to comprehend what was happening and she became dimly aware that the warden was pressing herself tightly against Tanya's rear-end. With a little thrill of excitement, she realized that the woman was inserting monster clitoris into the tight rectum of the lovely teenage blonde. Tanya moaned loudly as the thickness of Ms. Kraft slipped into her bottom and then she began thrusting again, alternately sliding into Lucy and then impaling herself on the warden's cock-size clit on the back stroke. Each time she thrust forward, her pubic bone ground against Lucy's turgid clit and after only a half- dozen strokes or so, the young girl suddenly climaxed with incredible power. She cried out again, her urethra convulsing as the waves burst though her and then a domino effect of sexual pleasure brought the other two to climax at the same time. They continued to rock together in delicious unison until the power ebbed and then they collapsed, panting madly as they spent themselves in wonderful, mind-numbing ecstasy. Afterward, when the trio had dressed themselves again, Ms. Kraft used the phone to call for an escort for Lucy. As they waited, the handsome warden, her face still flush, took a sip from her sherry and regarded Lucy thoughtfully. "You know." she said, as though considering an idea. "I think it might be time to begin Lucy on the electrical program. We can begin tomorrow." The End

THE LADY'S CLUB BY ZORK2006 Part 3 Between Assignments When Tommy arrives back at his home, he immediately gets into the shower to clean up and rinse off the still remaining residue of Sarah's bodily fluids. He also uses this opportunity to self examine his battered body. He has cane marks all over his front from his breasts to his thighs. His penis is a mess. It really worries him what might happen to his dick if this type of punishment continues. Having cleaned up and somewhat regain his sanity, Tommy sits on this couch and opens the envelope Sarah handed him. Inside he finds a brief message telling him where and when to report next. It will be Mistress Rachel and she wants to see him on Tuesday evening at 6:00 PM. Even though this is a school day, he knows he can make the 6:00 PM time. He is also encouraged because he figures that he might get off with a short visit given the lateness of the start time. The note also tells Tommy to be wearing a pair of tight underwear that has its rear section and fabric around his penis cut away. "The goal is to have your genitals and rear end exposed when the shorts are on." Finally it tells Tommy that he is to be shaved clean around his private parts. This seems to be a common theme among the Ladies, Tommy thinks. Tommy has 2 days to prepare for the next appointment with his new fate. He knows he may not masturbate (even though this is the farthest thing from his mind) and he also remembers that he needs to think of a good punishment that he can suggest to Rachel when he arrives. To that end, he takes Sarah's advice and references the Internet. The next day is relatively uneventful. Tommy stays indoors for most of the time except for when he goes to school. Tuesday, he has a hard time concentrating at school. As the time gets closed he grows more and more nervous. What would she do to him? How long would his torment last? Would he be done in time for school tomorrow? He had never looked forward to seeing his class room again so much. Duty with Rachel Tommy takes his bike and heads over to Rachel's house. He arrives in her driveway at 5:45 and sits outside waiting for his summons time to arrive. Exactly at 5:59, he goes to Rachel's door. She lives in a nice single family home. There is a lot of property around her house and he assumes that she probably has a large backyard. He knocks on the door and waits anxiously. Rachel opens the door and steps aside for him to enter. Tommy has rehearsed the next several actions many times in his mind. He goes through all the motions that his forced servitude requires: Kneels and kissed Rachel's feet; gets into the attention position and waits for instructions. Like Sarah, Rachel takes Tommy into her basement right away. Once downstairs, she orders him to strip and to kneel at attention. She takes his log book and sits down on a wooden chair she places directly in front of him. Tommy is kneeling on the floor, with his modified underwear in place. His balls are hanging out of the cut area and his rear is exposed as well. He carefully scans around the basement room. It's a square room about 48 by 24 feet. The floor is concrete and there are 3 or 4 support beams in the center of the room. There is no furniture other then the chair Rachel is sitting on. To the far end of the room, Tommy can see a row of windows and a door to the back yard. There is a lot of clutter in the room, mostly in boxes stacked up against the various walls. Other then that there is nothing noticeable or remarkable about the room it's just a normal cellar. For the next few minutes, Rachel reads the entries in the book and chuckles out- load several times. Once she is done, she focuses her attention on Tommy and begins by asking: "Have you masturbated since you left Sarah's house?" "No Mistress" says Tommy. "Why don't I believe you?" asks Rachel sternly. "Mistress, I have been in too much pain since I left Mistress Sarah's house. I can barely touch my privates and I have no interest in masturbating" explains Tommy "Well, I guess that makes sense to me" chuckles Rachel. "So I choose to believe you." "But God help you if I find you are lying." "Now tell me your thought-up punishment" continues Rachel. Tommy has prepared for this. He spent hours on the internet looking for a good, humiliating punishment that the Ladies would accept. "Ma'am, the punishment I thought-up goes like this: If I break a rule then I am made to drag a heavy weight around the room by my balls." Tommy explains. Rachel thinks for a second and responds: "No, I don't like it. It is not really that tough and it certainly is not humiliating enough." Tommy's heart sinks. Again he earns 10 demerits before even getting started. "I have a good punishment for you that I am sure you will get to experience, particularly since you already have 10 demerits. Once you experience it, you should have a better idea of what I am looking for" says Rachel matter of factly. "Ok, let's begin" says Rachel getting out of her chair. "You will serve me in two ways today. First and foremost, I need various parts of my house cleaned and you will do it for me. Secondly, I will use you for sex education." Tommy is confused. What does sex education mean? He doesn't say anything, but his face must give away his confusion. Rachel continues: "As you might know, I have a 14 year old daughter. I am not sure what level of experience she has with Little Boys she tells me none but I want her to be able to learn the basics in a safe and controlled environment." "Before you get all excited, you little pervert" says Rachel loudly, "you will not even get close to fucking her, touching her, or seeing her naked or even seeing her at all for that matter." "All I am going to use you for is for biology lessons. You are the dummy (in more ways then one)" she chuckles. "When the time comes, I will have her learn about the male parts and how they work by seeing your restrained body as an example." "If you want to be in a world of trouble" Rachel sternly continues, "you will fail to control yourself for even 1 second while this is going on." "I can't begin to tell you the wrath you will feel from me if she is traumatized in the least bit. Do you understand, Little Boy? "Yes Ma'am" says Tommy weakly. Once again, the worst thing he thought could happen has been far exceeded by reality. The humiliation of a 14 year old girl examining his body for sex ed lessons is almost too much to bear. Plus, he can't imagine that the girl won't tell her girlfriends. Teens can't keep a secret. This is getting seriously out of control. Tommy has very little time to contemplate his fate because Rachel is clearly ready to get started with his work tasks. "I have told my daughter that you are serving us and what you did to get put into this situation. I have also told her about the club and the proper role of men in the presence of women. You are not allowed, under any circumstances, to have contact with her while you are working. If you cross her path, immediately leave the room, showing her the same respect you show all Ladies. She is allowed to give you demerits, but she is not allowed to talk to you without me present. You are not allowed to talk to her, ever." "I need you to be properly dressed for your housework." Sarah pulls one of the many boxes in the room toward her and pulls out all sorts of paraphernalia. First she wraps a light piece of white cloth around his mid-section covering his exposed privates. The wrap looks sort of like a skirt / toga combination. Next she gives Tommy a pair of white gloves and tells him to put them on. She attaches a short leash to his collar. Tommy is surprised that she is not covering his upper body, but that does not seem to be a priority for her. Finally, she attaches cuffs to his wrists and ankles, pulling an intricate pattern of thin rope through the cuff loops that force Tommy into a stooped position when he stands and walks. Having properly prepared him, she grabs his leash and guides him up the stair into the main house. Tommy feels ridiculous. He looks like some sort of freak. He forces himself to not think about his appearance. Rachel pulls Tommy into the kitchen and points to the sink. It's filled with dirty dishes and the rest of the kitchen is in similar disarray. "I want you to clean this place spotlessly" she orders. If I am not happy with it, you get demerits. You have 30 minutes to finish, then I will need to start dinner and you can clean up again afterwards." "Here is how I want you to clean. You are to scrape all of the leftover food into this bowl. Nothing gets thrown away. You will use running water and soap to clean the dishes and pans, but you must leave the strainer in the drain so that no food gets washed away. When you're done washing put the food collected in the strainer into the bowl, too. After you finish, go set 2 places at the table and put out the TV tray for your self set it next to my chair. You won't be needing a chair." "Now start." Rachel smiles as she leaves the room. Tommy begins by taking the largest and dirtiest of the pans and carefully scraping the remaining food particles into the bowl. Most of the leftovers are things like dried up vegetables, hardened rice and pasta, and the odd piece of dried-up meat. The bowl is starting to look real gross and Tommy fears that this might be his dinner shortly. He shudders at the thought. Tommy continues to work as fast as he can to get the kitchen clean. His white gloves are not making things easier and they certainly are no longer white after just a few minutes. All of a sudden, the door to the kitchen opens and Laura, Rachel's daughter, walks in. She lets out a short screech and looks at Tommy in dismay and surprise. Tommy drops everything and runs from the room to avoid contact with Laura. Almost immediately he can hear Rachel enter the kitchen and ask what happened. He hears them talk about Laura's encounter. He waits until he hears Rachel order him back into the Kitchen. "You did the right thing, Little Boy, by leaving the room" she says as he enters. Laura is still standing next to her with a little grin on her face. She is clearly looking down at this cloth covering his privates. "I have told Laura about who you are and what you are. She understands your role and the rules I have given you. Now finish the clean-up so we can make dinner for yourselves." Rachel and Laura leave the room and Tommy resumes his work. He finishes the clean-up of the kitchen within the allowed time. Rachel examines his work and is basically satisfied with what she finds. She gives him 2 demerits for a few minor details he overlooked, but overall he feels that he came out of this task rather unscathed. Rachel orders Tommy to go into the dinning room and to kneel at attention in front of his TV dinner tray while she finishes preparing dinner for herself and Laura. Tommy stays kneeling as ordered for what seems like hours. Finally, Rachel and Laura enter the room carrying their dinner plates and a drink for themselves. Rachel sits down and asks Laura to please fetch Tommy's dinner from the kitchen. To his horror, the bowl of food residue is exactly what Laura comes back with. She places the bowl on the tray in front of him and lets out a short giggle as she takes a seat at the table across from her mother. "Little Boy, eat that food up and don't waste any. I want you to eat it like the animal you are no hands or tools. Just suck it right into that useless hole in you head." Laura is grinning from ear to ear and watching Tommy intently as he kneels there staring at the bowl full of slop. Rachel and Laura start to eat their dinner and to discuss the events Rachel has planned for afterwards. Tommy hears Rachel tell Laura that she will be given an opportunity to learn more about the male body and that she is to pay close attention to the lessons. They are talking as if Tommy were not even in the room. Tommy is mortified and practically hypnotized to the point of total immobility. He has not touched his food. All of a sudden, Rachel sternly tells Tommy: "You better eat that food we are giving you and soon. You have 5 minutes to finish or god help you!" Tommy is rudely awakened to his surroundings. Instinctively, he drops his head into the bowl and begins to suck down the concoction of rancid leftovers. It tastes horrible and smells even worse. It is almost like eating trash from a dumpster. He can hear Laura laughing as she is obviously watching him endure his plight. Trying to not think too much about what he is doing, he scarfs down the contents of the bowl as fast as he can. It takes him about 2 minutes to finish. Rachel says: "Now get back into the kitchen and clean up everything. We have lots of fun stuff planned for you shortly. Come down to the basement when you are done cleaning up." Tommy is extremely nervous as he begins the clean-up in the kitchen. The dinner preparation did not make too much of a mess, but he certainly feels that he is better off doing the dishes then whatever is in store for him the basement. He can only guess at what Rachel has in store for him. Sex education what does that mean? Will she have sex with him? He feels strangely turned on at this thought. Rachel is very attractive. She is tall, lean and has long black hair that she usually wears in a ponytail. Her breasts are not particularly large, but they fit her overall body shape. She has a very pretty face with eyes that exude power. Tommy has heard the term "MILF" before, which stands for "Mother I'd Like to Fuck" and Rachel definitely falls into the MILF category. Laura is also very attractive. She is still very young and not fully developed like her mother, but Tommy can tell that she will be a total knock-out when she becomes a woman. Her hair is blond and she often wears it in a pony-tail like her mother. She has already started to develop little breast and Tommy noticed in the past, that their size seems to indicate that she will be well shaped when she grows up. After the kitchen is cleaned up and Tommy collects his thoughts, he heads down to the basement and arrives to a waiting Rachel and Laura. They are sitting next to a large wooden table that they have moved into the center of the room. There are several large industrial type shop lamps on tripods around the table. The scene almost appears like an operating table in some weird lab. Rachel says: "It sure did take you long enough! Aren't you looking forward to playing with us?' Tommy is too nervous to respond and merely stands planted at the bottom of the stairs. "Get your ass over here little boy and get on this table on your back head in my direction." Rachel orders sternly. Tommy shuffles over to the table and crawls into its surface. The rope-work Rachel applied earlier makes it impossible for him to stretch out completely at first, but Rachel undoes the ropes almost immediately and says: "Lay down spread eagle and be still." Next, Rachel removes the loincloth and roughly pulls off his modified underwear leaving Tommy completely naked in front of the 2 women. Tommy hears Laura gasp at the sight of him fully nude. Both Rachel and Laura quickly start to tie his ankles and wrists to the 4 legs of the table, stretching him to his physical limits. Tommy winces in pain at the tightness of the ropes. Next, Rachel slides a wedge-cushion under his butt, lifting his mid- section up high off the table. Rachel says: "Laura dear, please sit down and let me instruct the boy on what I expect of him. I will explain everything you're seeing to you in a few minutes." Rachel continues: "Ok little boy, here is the deal. I am going to cover your head with a pillowcase because I don't want you to look at my daughter while she gets her lessons. Also, to prevent any commentary from the subject, you, I am going to gag you. She inserts what appears to be a soiled pair of panties into Tommy's mouth, puts a piece of duct-tape in place and proceeds to pull the pillow case over his head. At first, Tommy gets a little closterphobic and worries that he can't breath. He realizes quickly though, that he can still take in air through his nose and that the pillow case is rather thin so that breathing is not a real problem. As Tommy lies there, immobilized and basically blind, he wonders what is going to happen to him next. He can hear Rachel tell Laura to get ready and to pay attention. He notices that the shop lights are turned on and that the lights are pointed directly at his privates. He can tell because the light is so bright that it shines through the pillow case, and also because the heat of the lamps can be felt on his nether-regions. "Ok, let me give you a quick overview of the male private parts." Rachel starts. Tommy can hear the familiar sound of a rubber glove being snapped on. "The first thing is obviously the penis." Tommy can feel his shaft being grabbed and roughly waved around as Rachel talks about this part. "The penis is, for a man, his pride and joy. Lord knows why. It is rather ugly if you ask me. This particular specimen is un-circumcised, which means that the foreskin has not been removed." Rachel grabs the tip of Tommy's dick and stretches the foreskin upward. "On many baby boys these days, the foreskin is cut off right at birth, mostly for hygienic reasons. When it is removed, the male does not have to make any special efforts to keep this nasty unit cleaned. In this boy's case, his parents must have thought he can do it himself we'll see in a minute. The other important thing that changes when a foreskin in removed is the sensitivity that the male has in his penis head." At this point Rachel pulls down Tommy's foreskin roughly, causing him to jerk in his ropes. "The penis head", she says poking at it with her finger "is filled with nerve endings. This is the same as our clitoris only in males, it becomes this large, vulgar, disgusting thing. When the foreskin is removed, over time, the penis head gets so much friction and rubbing that it becomes less sensitive then the head of an uncircumcised penis. This specimen, therefore, is likely very sensitive." Rachel uses her gloved fingernail to scratch Tommy's dick-head. Tommy tries to scream out in pain, but his voice is totally muffled by the gag and the tape. "When a male masturbates, he uses his hand to rub up and down on an erect penis. The rubbing motion stimulates his nerve-ending in the tip and eventually leads to his having an orgasm." Rachel simulates the jerk-off month on Tommy's dick. It only takes a few strokes for his dick to start getting hard. Upon noticing this, Rachel slaps his ball sack with her free hand and warns Tommy not to even think about getting a hard-on. "I warned you about this you better get control over yourself, real fast." That's 5 demerits. The pain of the slap causes Tommy's dick to retreat back to a limp state. "Males are extremely weak individuals" continues Rachel, "they have no control over themselves. Even under threat of severe punishment, boys like this will get a hard on at the slightest stimulation. This is just one of the many reasons why males are far inferior to women." Rachel continues her lecture: "When a male with a foreskin masturbates, his foreskin acts as a natural simulated vagina and helps in the process of achieving an orgasm. Boys that don't have a foreskin often use lotion or other lubricants to masturbate." "Of course, the ultimate goal for any male is to not masturbate at all, but to be able to put this nasty thing into one of our vaginas. They aren't picky, as long as we will spread our legs for them. They also like us to put this nasty piece of meat into our mouths and suck on it they call it a blow-job. I for one, do not give blow-jobs. You need to decide if you will ever lower yourself to that extent." Tommy can hear Laura whisper "No way!" Tommy feels like he must be in a dream. He is tied to a table, spread-eagle with his privates propped-up and exposed fully to 2 women one of them a girl his own age. He is hooded and gagged and his privates are being poked and prodded like he is some laboratory specimen. Normally, Tommy is very shy and the extent to which his humiliation is currently being pushed is incomprehensible to him. Rachel continues: "The shaft of the penis is basically just a muscle that engorges when the male is aroused. There are thousands of blood vessels that supply the penis with the blood to blow it up to almost 3 times it's relaxed state. This boy has been told to not get an erection so his dick is basically in its flaccid state right now. I will show you an erect penis later." "Next we have the testicles or also called 'balls'." Rachel grabs one of Tommy's balls with her hand and pulls it forward which talking. Tommy tries his best to ignore the pain of her rough handling. "Each male has 2 of these and they are responsible for making the sperm that are useful to us mainly for baby making. They are also useful to us, because they are the most sensitive spot on a male's body and no matter how tough a guy is, he will drop to the ground like a rock if he is hit in this area. You can't even imagine how much pain a male feels when his balls are abused." At this point, Rachel starts to squeeze Tommy's ball between her fingers. At first she squeezes lightly but gradually increases the pressure. Tommy starts to jerk and scream in pain it reaches a point where he can't stand it anymore he is about to throw up and is having a hard time breathing with his mouth covered. He starts to cry and as soon as he does, Rachel lets off. "See what I mean?" she says. "All it took was the pressure of my 2 fingers and his boys started crying in seconds. That is how much power we have over men." Continuing her lecture, "Right down here, is where we women have our vagina." She points toward the space between Tommy's balls and his ass. "Men have nothing useful here, but this area is good for punishment and torture. If this boy misbehaves, I will probably make good use out of this space. The male ass, is pretty much the same as ours only hairier." She pokes her finger into his butt- crack. "We can examine this part of his body later, I will need to tie his legs up over his head to get better access." Tommy can't even comprehend what is happening to him anymore. The humiliation is too much to grasp. He has never felt so used before. Like a piece of meat. "Ok Laura, now you can touch and examine the subject if you'd like." He hears Laura giggle with joy and next hears the sound of more rubber gloves being put on. Soon after, he feels a hand reach for his penis. This time it is much gentler and almost timid obviously Laura's hand, not Rachel's. She gently squeezes his shaft and pulls on his foreskin, examining how it pulls forward and back. Tommy's dick starts to get hard almost instantly at the thought of sweet little Laura touching him and no sooner does he feel the erection coming on, he hears a loud admonishment from Rachel: "What the hell is wrong with you???!!!" WHACK. He feels his entire insides convulse as something smashes into his crotch. Rachel obviously had some implement at the ready to strike Tommy at the moment she saw an erection. The pain is so great, he gasps for air and almost passes out. Laura's hand jerks away from his penis and Tommy is left to try and catch his breath. WHACK Another smack in the balls. "If you get a hard-on one more time, I will castrate you, do you understand?" screams Rachel. "That's another 10 demerits!" Tommy cannot answer. He is seeing stars behind his hood. He can't breath. He is terrified. A few moments later, Laura resumes her examination. She plays with his balls, but Tommy is still in so much agony that he barely feels her touch. Her poking around his ball-sack is merely a continuation of the pain he already feels. He is quietly crying behind his hood and he hears Laura ask with some concern in her voice: "Is he alright? I have never heard a boy whimper like that." "He'll be fine" says Rachel, "as long as he doesn't try to get any more erections" she finishes with a rather threatening tone in her voice. Laura takes a little more time to examine his privates and then says to her mom: "Can I see his thing when it is large?" Rachel replies: "Are you sure you're ready for that?" "It can be rather disturbing, not to mention nasty." We can take it slow and you can see it tomorrow if you like. Tommy is totally freaked out. TOMORROW? When did this become a multi-day event? When was he going to be let go? "No, I can handle it now" says Laura. "I've seen it in pictures, but never in real life." "Ok, then I will show you how to make it happen" says Rachel. "Here is what you need to do. Just take his shaft into your hands and rub his foreskin up and down around his penis head. At the same time, very gently caress his balls with your other hand. You will see the results almost instantly." "Boy, you are allowed to have an erection this time" finishes Rachel before allowing Laura to begin. Laura does as instructed. She starts to jerk off his penis and gently rub his balls. Tommy instantly feels his member swell from the wonderful sensation. Within 10 seconds, despite the lingering pain in his groin, his dick is almost completely erect. "WOW" exclaims Laura "that is unbelievable. I would never have thought it would happen this quick. And they expect us to put one of these things inside us?" Laura laughs as she says this. "Well, males are weak creatures and they have no control as you can see. I beat the ever-living heck out of him and he still gets an erection within seconds. Isn't that pathetic? And, yes, they do expect us to put this thing inside us but if you learn how to dominate men like I have, you can do it on your terms and only in a way that gives you pleasure." Tommy is ready to cum at this point and knows that if he does, he is a dead man. Laura won't stop jerking him off while she is talking to her mom and if she continues much longer, he will lose it. Thankfully, in the last second, Laura gets tired of moving her hands and lets go of his pecker. Tommy let's out a sigh that can be heard even with his gag still in place. Rachel laughs and says: "He must have been real close to cumming. Lucky for him, you stopped. I would have killed him if he had. Tommy is still hyperventilating behind his gag. Sweat is dripping into his eyes from his forehead. His dick is throbbing, both from excitement and pain. He is scared and at the same time he is resigned to his fate. "I want to see what is looks like when a boy cums" says Laura to Tommy's horror. "Well, let me think about that" replies Rachel thoughtfully. "We can finish him off ourselves or we can make him do it for us. I personally think we should let him do it since that is what males typically do to themselves when they need to relieve some pressure. Plus, this boy is being trained right now and he is never to have an orgasm that is enjoyable to him. We want to train his mind to associate orgasms as something bad and painful." Laura agrees to let Tommy masturbate himself to an orgasm. Tommy lies motionless in anticipation of what they will make him do. Suddenly he can feel his ties being loosened and his arms and legs regain mobility. "Get up" orders Rachel. Tommy slowly raises himself on the tabletop and tries to get his bearings. Rachel roughly pulls off the hood from Tommy's head and pull off the tape on his mouth. The tape almost takes his lips off and he screams out loud at the pain. Trickles of blood come from his lips and they feel as if he has been on an Antarctic expedition without Chapstick. The panties are taken from his mouth and tossed on the floor next to the ropes that bound him. "Get on your knees over there in the corner and face us" orders Rachel. Tommy scurries over to the corner and gets on his knees. Rachel and Laura adjust their seats to face him and both have an evil grin on their face as they look down at him. Laura's grin is a combination of evil and anticipation. She is obviously very excited at what is about to happen. "Boy, I want you to jerk off and cum for us. At the same time, you will suck your thumb and cry like a little child." Just like you did for the ladies, you better be convincing. Laura will grade you if she doesn't buy the crying, you will be punished severely." Laura giggles as Rachel gives Tommy this order. Tommy is mortified. The humiliations just seem to get worse and worse. He will never be able to show his face in public again. "Start" yells Rachel and Tommy instinctively grabs his dick and starts to jerk off. He also places his thumb into his mouth and tires his best to start crying. He congers up all of the feelings he has gone through over the past several hours along with the still lingering pain in his privates and lips. Very soon, he is able to cry actual tears. He continues to think of the humiliation being inflicted on him, which helps keep his tears going. He can hear Laura say: "Cool! Is that what they do to themselves all the time?" "Yes", responds Rachel. "Isn't it pathetic? After about a minute, Tommy can feel the orgasm coming on. He starts to rock forward as he continues to jerk off, suck and cry. Then, he exhales loudly and shoots a stream of cum in the direction of the ladies. His body becomes limp and he almost drops to his side from exhaustion. Cum is dripping off his penis tip and through the fingers of his hand. "WOW" exclaims Laura. Is that what it looks like? Totally cool. I don't think I would want that stuff in my mouth though!" "Well, I wouldn't either. Sadly, we need that nasty stuff to get pregnant. Otherwise there would be no use for it at all." "Boy, I never gave you permission to cum. That is 5 more demerits. "Laura, what score do you give him for his crying? Were you satisfied with his acting?" Laura giggles and says: "Well, I guess he did an ok job. He doesn't need to be punished if you ask me." The authority in her voice is remarkable. She really seems to relish her new found power over him. Rachel turns to Tommy and says: "You're lucky I wasn't grading you. I would have given you more demerits. My daughter must like you that is NOT a good thing. Now clean-up your mess on the floor and on your hand." Tommy starts to wipe his hand on his skin to get rid of the cum but is immediately stopped my Rachel. "With your nasty mouth, boy. I want you to lick up the cum and clean everything with your tongue." "Gross", exclaims Laura with a giggle "but I guess if they think it's good enough for us, it should be good enough for them, right?" Tommy does as he his told. This newest humiliation barely registers with him anymore after all that has transpired. He licks the floor, which is covered in dust and dirt to get all of his cum residue off the ground. After that, he licks his hands clean. All the while, Laura and Rachel are watching him laughing quietly to themselves. "So that is what a male orgasm looks like", says Rachel. It's isn't pretty but it is what it is. If you get to the point in a relationship where you allow a man to get intimate with you, you will be ready for what awaits you. But, you are still very young and have lots of time to learn more. Plus, little Tommy here will gladly let you experiment on his body until all of your questions are answered, won't you little boy?" "Yes, ma'am" says Tommy weakly. He is already checked out from the scene. His mind is numb and he no longer feels pain or humiliation. His limits have been reached. "Ok, Laura, it's time for you to get upstairs and do your homework and go to bed. The little boy and I have some business to finish and then he will be off, too.that is if he is able to do what is expected of him." Laura makes a few objections about wanting to stay and watch, but Rachel firmly sticks to her decision to make her leave. Tommy is only slightly worried about what is to come next since he is still in the trance like state that his pervious torments have caused. When Laura is gone, Rachel turns to Tommy and says: "You have some demerits to work off before you can leave. Do you know how many you have?" Tommy thinks hard, but is pretty sure he lost track somewhere at 20. He guesses: "25?" Rachel smiles and says "No, but now you have 40. 32 was the count, but since you couldn't remember, I will round it off for you." "Here is my punishment routine. I will sometimes use to cane to beat you senseless if I am so inspired, but most of the time I will use what I like to call my "Milking Box". The milking box is an old cardboard box that I saved from when I bought our big-screen TV. It is just big enough for a little boy to fit in to. You won't fit comfortably, but that is not the point, is it?" "The purpose of the Milking Box is to teach little nasty boys that masturbating is bad and that orgasms are not for fun. If you demonstrate to me that you can't control yourself, the Milking Box will be used to teach you the downside of your pathetic urges." "Based on your overall demerits, I will apply a simple formula to see how many times you will need to orgasm while in the box. To prove that you really had an orgasm, you will have to ring a bell inside the box each time you cum and I will hand you a tissue through a small opening in the side. You will wipe your cum onto the tissue and hand it back to me. I will be the judge of whether there is enough 'milk" on the tissue to qualify as a legitimate orgasm. Obviously, with each increasing orgasm it will be harder and harder for you to cum. Also, the amount of milk will decrease each time, but I know what I am expecting and what you need to deliver. You will be tied up inside the box to make the experience as uncomfortable as possible. Your hands will be connected to your tough using a string and a clamp so that you have to pull on your tongue in order to reach your dick. You will not like the Milking Box and that is the whole point." "So here is the simple formula: I take the total number of demerits and divide by 5. That means today, you have 40 demerits, which equals 8 orgasms. Now, since it's your first time and since I don't want to wait forever, I will graciously reduce your punishment to 5 for today only." This means that you will have to orgasm 5 times before you can leave. If I don't accept a tissue after you cum because there is not enough residue on it, then you will have to do it again, so make sure you collect as much cum in your hand as possible and don't spill any." "The main thing to remember is this. You will be VERY uncomfortable in that box. The quicker you get all 5 orgasms out of the way, the quicker you get out. It is 9:00 PM now and I go to bed at 11:00 PM sharp. If you are not done by 11:00 you will be staying the night in the box. I highly recommend against that." She walks over to the other end of the basement and pulls a medium sized box into the center of the room. The box has a large Sony logo on the side and has obviously been modified for its intended purpose. There is a very small cut out on the side that will likely serve as the tissue dispenser. The top of the box has been covered with a lid that fits tightly over the top instead of the usual flaps that fold down. Rachel lifts off the lid and orders Tommy to get inside the box. He is still wearing this wrist and ankle cuffs as well as his collar. Other then that, he is completely naked. He climbs into the box and sits down as instructed. When seated he finds he has no room on either side of him and that his knees are forced into his chest because he is too tall to stretch his legs out any further. By spreading his legs, he can barely get to his dick. He wonders how he is going to be able to jerk off from this position. Just as he tries to figure out his predicament, Rachel leans over the edge of the box and says: "Open you mouth and stick out your tongue." Tommy does what he is told and Rachel attaches a clamp to his tongue. The clamp is made of plastic and has little rubber nubs on the tips that dig into his tongue and make it almost impossible to slip off. If push came to shove, the clamp would likely slip off but not before causing excruciating pain to his tongue. As it is now, the sensation of the clamp causes his tongue to tingle almost immediately and drool starts to pool in his mouth. Rachel attaches a nylon string to end of the clip and ties the other end the wrist cuffs, tightening the string to the point where he can only reach his cock when bending as far as he can forward with his neck and upper body. Now all he can do to jerk off is use his 2 index fingers and try to masturbate while continuously to rocking back and forth. He can immediately see that this punishment is about as harsh as it gets. How is he going to get through 5 orgasms by 11:00 tonight? That is only 2 hours. And if he doesn't finish, he will be in this box all night. That might do permanent damage to his spine not to mention his tongue. Rachel orders him to 'test' his ability to reach his dick and also to reach the little window that she will use to hand him the tissues. He can barely reach both, but it is enough to satisfy Rachel. She places the cover back on the box, putting Tommy into the dark. He can hear a little tinkle from a bell that is obviously attached to the inside of the lid. Rachel tells him to ring the bell when he has completed his first orgasm. Dirk immediately goes to work. He reaches down as far as possible and starts to rub on his limp penis. It starts to get hot in the box very quickly and a combination of drool and sweet start to drip down onto his lower regions. The task is extremely painful and difficult. Each stroke requires him to tug on his tongue and to bend forward to his limit. Thankfully, his dick is hard after a few seconds and he can feel an orgasm coming on after about 1 or 2 minutes. Strangely, the predicament he finds himself in as humiliating as it is is also a turn-on for him. He can't understand why, but thinking of all that has happened to him today, and in the past encounters with the ladies, makes him come quickly. After his first orgasm, he realizes to his great horror that much of his cum has splattered on to the wall of the box and then dripped onto his leg. He knows that he has to show enough milk to convince Rachel he had an actual orgasm if he wants it to count. Quickly, he rings the bell above his head and soon after hears Rachel approach and slid a tissue through the small opening. He takes the tissues and tries to mop up as much of his cum as he can. Then he squeezes the soiled tissues back through the opening. A few seconds later he hears Rachel say: "That is definitely not enough cum to convince me of anything. But, since I don't think you would be dumb enough to cheat on the first orgasm, I believe you this time. You better do a better job of catching your milk going forward though. You have 4 more orgasms to go." After a few minutes to recover, Tommy again starts to stroke his penis. This time, the hardening takes much longer and he can already tell that he will need a lot longer then he did before. It takes him about 15 minutes to reach the second orgasm. This time, he cups one of his palms over his dick right as he cums in order to catch as much of the milk as he can. The result is that much of the substance drips back down onto his groin and starts to ooze between his legs. He quickly rings the bell and gets another tissue handed to him. He mops up the mess and again pushes the tissue back for inspection. "Better", says Rachel, "but remember, you will have to be even more careful going forward since there will be less and less each time." The next time it takes Tommy almost 30 minutes to reach orgasm. By now, the pain is so severe in his back and neck that he can only feel tingling in his legs. His tongue is numb and his mouth dry, having lost all it's moisture to drool. He catches his cum in his hand and tries to keep it there by closing his fist around the substance. Thankfully Rachel accepts the sample he gives her. He is now 2 orgasms away from freedom, but he is also running out of time. Rachel tells him that it is 10:15 and at the rate he is going, he will be hard pressed to make it in time. His privates are completely spent. There is nothing left. He tries his best to get another erection so that he can work on the 4th orgasm and finally, after about 20 minutes, he gets one off. Again, Rachel accepts his sample and Tommy is happy that at least he has found a method to successfully collect the samples. His biggest problem now is time. Rachel tells him he has 25 minutes left and he frantically starts to rub again. The pain has reached a point where he no longer really feels anything. He is so exhausted that he starts to cry. Nothing is happening anymore between his legs and he is starting to realize that he might actually have to spend the night in this hell-hole of a box. He sobs out loud at the thought. Still, he continues to rub. At some point shortly thereafter it only seems like seconds Rachel announces that she needs to go to bed and that he better finish immediately unless he wants to spend the night. Hearing this, Tommy has such a deep feeling despair and helplessness that he almost passes out, but at the same time it triggers something in his privates that allows him to squeeze out a final orgasm just in the nick of time. He uses his last remaining energy to ring the bell. Rachel sounds surprised as she approaches lifts the lid off the box, letting in the bright light of the basement. She looks down on him and almost feels sorry for him at the sight. He is crumpled over and totally covered in sweet. He is shivering from cold and exhaustion and his eyes are red from crying. His tongue is swollen and dry and his penis is limp, raw and sticky. Rachel unties his hands and removes the clamp from his tongue. The blood rushes back into his tongue causing the pain to shoot instantly back to full force. She helps him out of the box and lets him sit on the cellar floor for a few seconds to recover. Finally she says: "You only need to do 1 more thing before I let you go. You need to put the box away for me and them get rid of the tissues that you soiled in the punishment process. I don't care how you get rid of them, but they have to be gone from here and you can't carry them out in your hands. That basically means you have to either ingest them or else shove them into one of your body cavities. (Nose, ears, ass.) They have to be completely out of sight so if you choose the ass option, you have to force them all the way up there. Tommy just wants to go. He numbly takes the tissues and begins to eat them. He chews as much as he can and them tries to swallow. The first tissue gets stuck in this throat and Rachel laughs as she hands him a glass of what looks like water. He quickly drinks from the glass and wonders what the strange taste is. Rachel informs him that he just drank a combination of her and Laura's piss water taken from the toilet. He doesn't care, and just continues to eat his cum covered tissues. It takes him 5 minutes and he is all done. "Now we just need to record the days events in your log. Come upstairs with me and you will write down today's events for the other Ladies to read." She hands Tommy's clothes to him and takes off his collar. Tommy is both relieved and apprehensive. He does not trust the apparent end to this crazy ordeal. Nevertheless, he follows Rachel upstairs after putting on his street clothes and takes a seat at the kitchen table per instruction from his Mistress. "You will recount the major events of this evening and I will check it for completeness. If you don't do a good job, I will enter demerits into the log to be applied by the next lady you visit, so do a good job." Tommy takes about 45 minutes to accurately recount his visit with Rachel and Laura. As he documents the events, he is struck by the incredible level of humiliation he just endured. He ate trash; was examined in the most intimate ways by two women; forced to masturbate and eat his own cum off the floor; punished by being forced to orgasm 5 times within 2 hours and then forced to eat the tissues that were used to mop up his cum. Not to mention the pain and humiliation he was made to endure. Once finished, Rachel reviews his writing and adds her own commentary, which Tommy is not allowed to see. She seals the log-book and gives Tommy permission to leave her house. She gives him an envelope that contains the next assignment he will be required to attend. Tommy practically runs to his bicycle and races home as quickly as he can. Once home, he showers and washes every part of his body as though he had just been exposed to some deadly disease. Afterwards he crawls into bed and curls up into the fetal position hoping that he can just go to sleep and forget what has happened.and what is likely to happen next.

THE LADY'S CLUB BY ZORK2006 Part 4 Tommy wakes up the next morning still groggy from the previous evening. The pain all over is body is now constant and all encompassing. Even though he knows that his recollections of the events are real, part of him thinks he just had a bad dream. The very real pain, however, brings him back to reality. Tommy goes to school and suffers through a day of sitting on his raw ass on the hard school seats. Even though Rachel did not beat him, the box basically did the trick for her. Plus, his tongue is still swollen and he sounds like he has been to the dentist when he talks. Before leaving for school, Tommy checked the envelope that Rachel gave him. To his horror, the next Lady to summons him is Deb. He is truly afraid of Deb. She seems like the cruelest of all the ladies not to mention the fact that the entire club was her idea in the first place. Deb wants to see him on Friday after school. The timing worries him. Since the next day is not a school day, Deb can easily keep him for the entire weekend. He was instructed by Deb originally, to always tell his parents that he was going to a friends house and might be spending the night, whenever he was summoned. His parents were very easy going and trusted Tommy, so they don't ask too many questions. As Friday rolls nearer, Tommy becomes increasingly nervous about his upcoming ordeal. What would Deb do to him? What punishment could he recommend to her that won't earn him 10 demerits? Would she go easier on him now that he has already learned so much? Would he be allowed to go home the same day? Serving Deb On Friday after leaving school, Tommy heads over to Deb's house at the time she ordered him to appear. He parks his bike next to her house and heads for the front door. After ringing the doorbell, he hears from an intercom speaker "Boys are not allowed to enter in the front walk around back to the lower patio and strip. Wait for further instructions." "Oh boy, this is starting out great", thinks Tommy. He tentatively walks around the house and finds the lower patio that Deb referred to. It is rather hidden from public view due to several tall bushes that line it parameter. Adjoining the patio, there is a door to what appears to be the basement of the house. Tommy takes off his clothes and folds them neatly. He expects the process to be the same as he has been taught, and puts on his collar together with the attached logbook. Finally, just in case, he gets on his knees into the neutral position and waits for Deb. Several minutes later, the basement door opens and Deb emerges with a smile on her face. She looks great! She is a very petite woman, in her 30's with long curly red hair. She wears her hair open most of the time, but today, it is pulled back into a ponytail making her look much younger then she is. She is wearing a simple white dress that might be a morning gown and he thinks he can see her naked skin shimmer through the fabric as the light hits her body. Deb looks down at Tommy and coolly says: "Get inside." " Kneel in the center of the room." Tommy scurries to get into the house and get into position. Deb follows and closes the door behind her. She pulls up a stool and sits down directly in front of him. She detaches the logbook from Tommy's collar and begins to skim the entries. While reading she crosses her legs and uses her free foot to gently nudge Tommy's penis and balls as her leg bounces up and down. Her touch, along with the incredible way she looks, gives Tommy an instant jolt of excitement and he has to use all his willpower to avoid getting an erection. After reading for a few minutes, Deb sets down the book and looks at Tommy. "I really don't have to read too much of this I have been getting updates for the other Ladies after each of your visits." "Also, I am not even going to ask you if you jerked off since visiting Lady Rachel, since I know she milked you to the point where you couldn't possibly have jerked off since then." "Finally, I am not going to ask you for your punishment idea, since I have some really good ones already thought up and you can save whatever pathetic idea you had for your next assignment." Tommy is sort of relieved about the punishment pass. He was sure he would have earned 10 demerits right off the bat and now he was still "clean". "Little boy, let me explain something to you" Deb starts. "Each Lady in the club has different desires and expectations from their interaction with you. We all have our turn-ons and we all play a role in the "grand design" of what the club aims to accomplish. The overall goal is to create a perfect little male creature that will do exactly what we want and will not be burdened with the usual male urges that get in the way of our joy and pleasure." "To that end, we have all agreed to focus on a particular area as we use and train you. Rachel focused on orgasm control and humility. Sarah focused on following orders and attention to detail. Becky will focus on manners and proper male education. Taylor will focus on sex education, so that you can properly serve a lady. Finally, Lisa will pay close attention to your personal fitness and appearance." "That leaves me, doesn't it? You are surely wondering what my role is? Well, mainly, I am going to use you for my pleasure since I am the overall coordinator of your training. However, I will focus on your ability to handle pain. That means, I will be looking for and pushing your limits. Primarily your limits in pain but also your limits in other things. I will report back to the ladies and let them know what these limits are." Upon hearing his, Tommy involuntarily starts to cry. Actually, it's more of a whimper, but the fear of what Deb just said confirms his worst nightmares about her. She is indeed the most cruel and sadistic of them all and now he was going to feel the full impact of her cruelty. Deb smiles at Tommy and stokes his head gently at seeing the tears well up in his eyes. "Little Boy, I am not going to kid you, you are going to suffer greatly while you are with me, but you will survive and you will be a better boy afterwards." "Now suck it up and try your best to learn what I am about to teach you." Deb attaches a leach to Tommy's collar and leads him to a side room within the finished area of the basement. The room appears to be a simple guest room. It contains a small bed and a nightstand. The bed is stripped of all its sheets and only the bare mattress is visible. "Get on the bed, on your back, and spread your arms and legs out toward the 4 corners" orders Deb. Tommy does what he is told. Deb quickly and efficiently ties his arms and legs to the corner of the bed using leather straps. While she is finishing up, she tells him what she plans to do. "Little boy, I am a single mother with 2 small children. My ex-husband was a bastard like most men are. He left me after I had the kids because he wanted "his bachelor life back". Well fuck me! Now I am saddled with 2 kids and no guy wants to have a relationship with a women already tied down. That leaves me alone, bitter and horny as hell." "So to start the day, I am going to get my rocks off and you are going to help. I am going to masturbate myself to multiple orgasms and I am going to use your face as my dildo. All you have to do is keep your tongue out nice and long and follow my orders. You are not allowed to have an erection and I will punish you severely if you do. Also, I will be grading your performance while I am getting off. After I am done, I will punish you as I see fit based on how well you did. "Do you understand?" "Yes" squeaks Tommy weakly. He is tied to the bed and completely helpless. He does not know what to expect but he can't imagine it will be pleasant. "Good" says Deb and straddles Tommy on the bed while slightly raising up her gown. Tommy can feel Deb's naked legs touch his sides. She is obviously nude underneath the gown. As she sits on his stomach, looking down on him, he can feel her wet pussy touching his skin. He is instantly turned on but thinks of the most non-sexy things he can to control his impending erection. Deb slowly pulls off her white gown. It slips easily over her head and exposes her full naked body. She is obviously teasing him. He can no longer control his penis and realizes that he has pitched a tent. Deb looks back over her shoulder and sees his erection. She chuckles and says: "God you men are weak. That's all it takes? Good lord!". She reaches back, grabs his balls and squeezes with incredible force causing Tommy to almost jump under the ceiling with pain. He gasps and screams but she won't let go for about 15 seconds. Once she releases his balls and Tommy is able to breath freely again, he notices that his erection is gone. "Good" says Deb and smiles at him. Next she leans over Tommy's face and spits a big gob of spit right on the center of his face. "That's to help with the lubrication" she says happily. She pulls herself up and positions her pussy directly over Tommy's face. Then she says: "Take a deep breath" and lowers herself onto his face. Tommy feels the wetness of her pussy envelop his face. Her cunt is directly on top of his nose and his chin is buried in her ass. He can see a little light but the only thing he can make out is pubic-hair. Deb starts to ride his face with great intensity. She grabs hold of his hair and pulls him tightly into her pussy while rocking back and forth on his face. She is basically rubbing her clit over his nose, using it as stimulation for her pussy. The friction with her public hair causes burning on his skin almost immediately and he realizes that he will likely have a "rug-burn" on his face for days to come. "Tongue out" she screams in the heat of the moment and Tommy remembers what she had instructed earlier. He extends his tongue and Deb begins to rub her pussy up and down his face, alternatively using his nose and then his tongue for stimulus. His face is completely drenched with her juices. His face is on fire and he can smell only the strong scent of womanhood. With each passing minute, Deb gets more and more into her sex frenzy. She begins to moan loudly and increasingly intensifies her rubbing of Tommy's face. He has a hard time breathing and tries to take a breath each time she is at the bottom of her rub-cycle. Finally, Deb screams out loud and has a massive orgasm, that covers Tommy's face and hair with warm, sticky pussy juice. She slows down the rhythm of her rubbing and begins to relax a little. Then she grabs Tommy's head and uses his hair to clean herself off. She gets off the bed and puts her gown back on. Tommy is transfixed. He just lays there and does not move. He finally can breath again and his face is completely wet and raw from the chafing. Deb looks down at him with amusement. She is clearly glad to have gotten off, and seems a little more relaxed. "I am going to leave you here for a few minutes, while I go get a drink. When I come back, I will grade you." Tommy lays there on the bed, helpless and exhausted. His nose and mouth are filled with pussy juice. His face is starting to dry and develop a thin crust of female secretion in the places that are dry. He can tell that his hair is completely matted and probably sticking-up in all directs like Camran Diaz's hair in the movie "Something About Mary". All he can smell and taste is womanhood. He is strangely turned on, but thankfully, his penis does not betray him he is too exhausted to get an erection at this point. Deb returns after a few minutes carrying a large bottle of water. She has finished off about a third of the bottle and is obviously trying to regain her composure as well. "Are you thirsty little boy?" she asks. "Yes Ma'am" says Tommy meekly. "Ok, open up" says Deb and takes a large gulp of water from the bottle. She swishes the water around in her mouth and then leans over and lets it run into Tommy's open mouth. The water feels and tastes good. He is very turned on by the idea of taking it from Debs mouth. She repeats the feeding process several more times and then sets the bottle next to the bed. She walks over to a closet in the corner of the room and opens the door. Inside, Tommy can see tons of BDSM equipment, tools and toys. His heart sinks. She grabs one of the canes that are neatly hanging on hooks from the closet wall. Quickly, she turns back toward him and shows him the cane she has selected. It is a thin, long bamboo cane with a leather loop at the end Deb is holding. She waves the cane through the air a few times and it makes a distinct swishing sound that Tommy has come to know and fear. "I am debating if I should gag you" says Deb. "But, no, I think I want to hear you scream." Tommy is terrified. His eyes start to fill with tears immediately and he instinctively begins to beg Deb to not hurt him. "PLEASE Ma'am, please don't hurt me. I will do whatever you want. Please just don't hurt me!!!" Deb laughs. "You will do whatever I want you to anyway! It makes no difference if I hurt you. And I certainly plan on hurting you. So save it!" "Now, let's see. You got an erection earlier that's not good; and you forgot to use your tongue until I reminded you that's not good; and then I would say your overall performance was mediocre at best that's not good either. All in all, I think you deserve 50 lashes. "NOOOOOO" Tommy cries! "I can't take 50 lashes with that thing. It will kill me." He is sobbing uncontrollably and straining at his cuffs that are still tied to the bed. "Well, that is exactly what I am going to find out. I will stop right before you die" she says with a laugh in her voice. "Besides, I have never heard of anyone dying from a good caning." Before Tommy can protest any further, Deb raises the cane and unleashes the first swat right on top of his upper thighs. The pain is indescribable. Tommy screams and starts to pled again, but before he can get a word out, the second stroke hits him on the stomach, silencing him temporarily as it knocks the wind out of him. She continues on without pause. She strikes all over his chest and stomach, all the way up and down his legs, under his feet and even on his arms and hands. When she reaches 40 strokes, she briefly stops. She is sweating at this point from the effort and looks at Tommy who is writhing in pain and squealing at a pitch that she has never heard before from a male creature. His pleas are no longer audible. They are more like the faint screams of a dying victim of a violent crime combined with the occasional sobs and gasps for air that are chocked off by more screams. She looks down at his marked body and smiles. "You are gonna feel and see this for a long time." "Now for the grand finale' she says and again raises the cane. This time, the blow lands on his dick and balls. After the 4th stroke, Tommy passes out and is awoken a few seconds later by Deb as she pours water on his face from her mouth. "You have 6 more strokes to go" she says in a fake gentle tone. "You can't be asleep for that, now can you?" Tommy is delirious. Of all the pain and humiliation he has endured over the past few weeks, this is by far the most extreme and the worst he could have ever imagined. He braces himself and Deb continues on, just as if nothing has happened. At the 9th stroke, he again looses consciousness for a few seconds, just to be re-awakened by Deb as before. Finally, the 50th stroke is administered and Tommy is left to recover albeit still tied to the bed. About 20 minutes later, Deb returns to the room to find Tommy asleep. He is so exhausted that he half passed out, half fell asleep. She rudely wakes him by slapping his balls and sternly saying: "Wake up you lazy boy. Time to work!" She unties him from the bed and makes him stand. His knees are very weak and the pain all over his body makes it hard for him to stay standing still. Deb leans down and attaches a male chastity devise to his balls and penis. His dick is still raw from the caning and the devise seems to dig into his throbbing flesh. Next she attaches a chain to his collar and the other end to the chastity devise. She clips a leash to the middle of the chain thereby creating a double attachment for the leash. Now when she pulls on the leash, his neck is pulled along with his cock. In this manner, she leads him back outside to her backyard. "Boy, it is time to exercise" she says. I have a few drills that I have designed for you that you will perform. First I want you to do some relay sprints. You will run, as fast as you can, to the other end of the lawn, drop to your knees (about 40 yards) and ring the little bell on the tree at the end." The bell was attached at the lower part of the tree and Tommy wondered why it was placed in the strange location. "Then you will sprint back here as fast as you can and again fall your knees in front of me. You will repeat this until I tell you you can stop. And again, remember that I will be grading you. If you don't run as fast as you can, I will punish you. Oh, there is one complication that I should make you aware of..your hands are going to be tied between your legs while you do this." Tommy was totally confused. Tied between his legs? Deb grabs a pair of modified handcuffs from a box she has placed on the patio and orders Tommy to lift his leg. She forces one arm behind and the other in front of him and attaches the cuffs so that the hands met right between his legs. It is as if he is sitting on a saddle made up of his hands and the cuffs. The length of the chain between the two cuffs is just long enough to allow him to get both feet on the ground, although he is sort of stooped over to one side slightly because of the awkward angle his shoulders are bent from the restraints. The metal cuffs start digging into his wrists immediately and he can tell that his exercise is going to be painful and tough. "Now I am going to count to 3 and you will get going. And keep in mind, you better run as fast as you can dig those little toes into the grass and sprint at top speed. Your future pain is going to be directly related to how well you do this." Tommy is mortified. How is he supposed to run in this state? He hears Deb count to 3 and starts off as fast as his awkward position will take him. As he starts to run, he can hear Deb laugh and yell, "faster you little twit". Tommy is doing his best to run fast, but without the use of his arms and with his wrists tied together between his legs, there is only so much traction he can get. He reaches the tree with the bell in about 15 seconds. He drops to his knees and rings the bell by raising one knee off the ground and hitting the bell. He tries to get back up, but it is tougher then he thought. Not having his arms free makes the stability of standing up from the ground so much harder. Once up, he sprints back toward Deb. It must be a funny sight seeing him waddle toward her in this bound state, because he can see her laughing hysterically the whole time he is approaching. He arrives next to her and drops to his knees again, trying to catch his breath. Deb stops laughing just long enough to yell: "Again, come on, put a move on!!!" "At this rate, you might actually die during your next caning!" Tommy again stubbles to his feet and starts to run. He is running for his life. He is crying, too. He feels so helpless and afraid. He can't go any faster and yet he is obviously not going fast enough. All he can hear is his quickening breath and Deb laughter. He repeats the course several times more and after, what seems like the 10th time, is so out of breath he can barely move anymore. Deb has stopped laughing and is now merely yelling at him to move it. She has a cane in her hand and each time he gets back to her side, she swats him hard wherever she can find and opening. Tommy's mouth is dry and he cannot catch his breath. He fears he will pass out or vomit. Nevertheless, he keeps going, although at this point he is almost walking rather then running. Soon, he realizes that Deb is rubbing herself under her dress as she watches him struggle to continue on. She is taking great pleasure in seeing him suffer. The more exhausted he gets, the more excited she becomes. Finally, Deb leans back in her chair and obviously has a massive orgasm. At that moment, Tommy is just returning from the tree side of the lawn heading her way. The strain and pain on his face must have pushed her over the edge. When he reaches her and falls to his knees she whispers "Ok, stop." Tommy collapses next to Deb's chair gasping for air. She grabs his hair and forces his face into her crotch. She smells strongly of sex. Since he hasn't even gotten close to catching his breath, he is forced to suck breath from between her legs and then exhale forcefully through any opening he can find. The sensation of Tommy's desperate efforts to breath causes another orgasm for Deb after a few moments. She lets go of his head and he drops to the ground like a rock. Deb stands up and walks back toward the basement. "I want you inside in 2 minutes" she orders as she walks away. Tommy is left lying on the ground to catch his breath and to regain his composure. After what seems like only a few seconds, Deb returns and unlocks the handcuffs that are still holding Tommy's wrists tightly in place. She picks up her leash and clips it to Tommy's 2-point chain. Without saying a word, she drags him back into the basement. She leads him to a small bathroom next to the guest bedroom where he had been raped earlier. She points to the shower and orders him in. "Get on your knees in the shower" she says as she turns on the water. She only turns on the cold faucet and Tommy is struck by a stream of ice-cold water that takes the remaining breath he has left right out of him. Deb uses a dirty old rag to scrub Tommy's face and upper body. She orders him to open his mouth and roughly scrapes a bar of soap in and out. Tommy is sickened by the taste of the soap and tries his best not to gag. Finally, Deb turns off the water and proceeds to straddle the sides of the shower-tub, standing directly over Tommy. "Open up your mouth and let me rinse down some of those soapsuds" she says. "I am going to pee into your mouth, and I don't want you to waist a drop. If you do, you will be severely punished." Tommy opens his mouth and puts it as close to Debs slit as he can. She starts to pee and Tommy puts all his efforts into drinking a swallowing so that nothing runs out of his mouth. Her stream seems to be never-ending. She just keeps on peeing and peeing. The taste is not nearly as bad as the smell. He feels so degraded. He is usually even grossed out by his own pee and now he is drinking the piss of another woman. When she is finally done urinating into Tommy, Deb gets off the tub edges and pulls the still wet and shaking Tommy out of the bathroom by his leach. He can still taste the soap in his mouth with thankfully overshadows the taste of pee. He is frightened and tired. What will happen next? Deb leads him back into the bedroom and orders him to lie back down on the bed as before. She again attaches his arms and legs to the bed as before. Once he is secured, she leaves the room. Tommy is left to think of his situation and uncertain of what is to come next. He thinks about what has happened to him so far. It is almost fantastic. He was raped, then beaten, then tortured. Then he was humiliated and forced to drink piss. Now he is tied naked to the bed, completely helpless. All of these thoughts cause Tommy to have a strange sense of arousal. His feeling of helplessness is, for some reason, a turn-on for him. If it were not for his chastity devise, he would have a full-fledged erection. As it was, however, the devise kept his penis tightly tucked between his legs which was very uncomfortable. This discomfort was nothing, however, compared to the lingering pain in his joints and all over the front of his body from the beating he had earlier. Tommy hears what he thinks is a workout video and sounds of someone doing exercises to the instruction of the video. He figures that Deb is taking a break from abusing him and getting her daily workout in. The exercising goes on for about 45 minutes and after a while, he is sure that his assumption is correct. Deb is indeed working out. The video comes to an end and Tommy hears Deb put away some equipment. He is getting nervous again because he realizes that now that she is done exercising she has time to focus on him again. Deb enters the bedroom carrying a towel and a water bottle. She is covered in sweat. Her hair is braided into a tight ponytail and she is wearing spandex workout clothing. She leans against the doorway and say: "How's it going in there little boy?" "Are you having fun? Did you miss me?" Tommy meekly replies: "Yes Ma'am". "Well good, 'cause I am getting horny again. A hard workout always makes me horny" she responds and starts to walk toward the bed. Slowly, she peals off her workout clothes and places them on the bed, real close to Tommy's face. He can smell her sweat and her unique BO waft from the clothing. She looks down at him sweetly as she gets on the bed and again straddles him. "You look so scared, little boy. I almost feel sorry for you. But then I am reminded that you are a male, and I instantly stop feeling bad." "I want to fuck you again, so get that little tongue ready for me." This time, she turns around, so that she is facing Tommy's feet, and straddles his face. She lowers her ass directly over him and says: "Smell me!" Tommy does as he is told. He raises his head as far as he can and sniffs loudly so that Deb will know he is doing it. She smelled like a combination of sweat, sex, rubber and wet spandex. He is not too turned on by this, but that was probably a good thing. Deb spreads her legs wide and Tommy can see her wonderful ass and moist pussy. Despite the smell, he can't help but marvel at the perfection of the female body. "Lick me boy" she orders. "Lick me all the way up and down. I want you to sample the taste of womanhood at it's finest." Tommy is grossed out at the prospect of having to lick her sweat-covered crack. But, realizing he has no choice in the matter, he obeys and runs his tongue from the front end of her vagina all the way back to the end of her ass-crack. The taste is very salty. That is mainly all he can taste. Salt and sex. He continues to lick and Deb begins to rhythmically gyrate as he does. The next thing he knows, she sits down on his face with full force and continues to rhythmically grind her pussy into his face, faster and faster. Tommy's nose is pushed almost completely into her asshole and his tongue, which he is frantically trying to keep extended, is buried inside her wet pussy. She is moaning and thrashing about - faster and faster and finally she has a massive orgasm which causes her pussy muscles to contract and push gobs of pussy juice onto his already wet face. She sinks back onto his face with her full weight, completely oblivious of the fact that Tommy can no longer breath. Thankfully, she dismounts him shortly thereafter and Tommy gasps for air. His entire face is covered his Deb's excretions. All he can smell and all he can taste is Deb. She heads to her "S&M" closet and retrieves, what appears to be, a double-sided dildo. It's the kind lesbians use sometimes when they both want to fuck and/or be fucked. Deb shows Tommy the Dildo and says: "I need to be fucked, but I am not going to use this worthless thing", she slaps his penis which is still confined in its chastity devise. "I need something long and hard inside me and I want it not to be attached to a man. So.I am going to stick this into your mouth and ride your face again. You better be careful though, you might like having a plastic dick in your mouth" she says laughing. Tommy is mortified. Will this ever end? He is reaching his limit. She sticks the dildo in his mouth and covers the other end with some K&Y. It is a large dildo and Tommy has to open his mouth wide to be able to take it all in. He worries that her riding motion might ram the thing down his throat and chock him. Again she straddles Tommy's face and lowers herself onto the dildo. As feared, the downward pressure pushes the dildo far into Tommy's mouth and he gags loudly. "You better not choke, or worse yet, puke. If you do, god help you!" In shear panic, Tommy bites down on the plastic of the dildo and thereby stabilizes it somewhat. Now all the pressure of the fucking motion is being absorbed by his teeth. Deb gets going almost immediately. She lets out noises like a star in a porn movie that Tommy once saw. She really seems to enjoy this. She rides the dildo (and his face) for several minutes until she again reaches orgasm and slumps over to the side of the bed, all spent. Her breathing is heavy and she has again worked up a good sweat. Tommy merely lies there, afraid to do anything that might insight some wrath from Deb. After a few minutes, Deb gets up, takes the dildo out of Tommy's mouth, runs the other end (the end she had fucked) through his still open mouth to remove any pussy residue, and then puts her toy back into the closet. Next she comes over to the bed and removes Tommy's restraints. Just as he is looking forward to getting up and out of there, Deb orders him to turn over onto his stomach and lie down again. Tommy immediately starts to quietly cry. He knows what is likely to happen now. Deb refastens his limbs to the bed and gets a cane from the closet. "It's time again for more punishment, little boy. Your front is already covered in welts so I don't see the point in beating you there, but your back is still nice and pristine. I think I will go easy on you. You deserve about 100 lashes, but I think I will just give you 50." Tommy cries out load at hearing this. He doesn't bother to plead or beg, but he cries in anticipation of the pain to come. "You're crying? You should be thanking me. How would you like 100?" says Deb with an evil tone. "Th..th..thankyo yoouuuu." Cries Tommy through his tear chocked voice." Deb just laughs and begins to pound him with the cane. She counts almost in a singing voice and works her way from the bottom of Tommy's calves all the way up to his should-blades. She spends a lot of time on his ass and basically turns his rear into ground beef. "You will NOT be sitting down anytime soon, I can promise you that!" she cheerfully announces having reached the count of 40. "Man, that has got to hurt!" Tommy is in agony. He can no longer cry out load because the pain and exhaustion have taken his voice. He has sunk his teeth into the mattress and tears are streaming from his eyes. As each stroke impacts his body, he convulses from the pain. His whole universe is basically filled with pain. When all 50 strokes have been given, Deb puts away the cane and again leaves Tommy in the room to recover. He has no idea where she went and has stopped wondering what is next in store for him. About 30 minutes go by and Deb returns to the room, ordering Tommy to his feet after she unties him. She attaches the leash and leads him back into the basement area. There, she attaches his wrist-cuffs to a rope and pulley system under the ceiling of the room. She hoists his arms into the air and pulls until Tommy is standing on his tip-toes. "Ok, I want to look you over" she says as she walks around his stretched-out body. She examines every part of him as if he were an object. "My gosh, you will not be able to show yourself in public for a while" she says laughingly. "If I were you, I would wear a lot of clothing unless you want people to ask all sorts of questions. Shorts are out, t-shirts are out, and even short sleeves are a bad idea." "And forget about sitting down. That would not be a good idea." "So tell me, what have you learned so far today?" Tommy is dumbfounded. He has no idea how to answer. He is silent and Deb can see the panic in his face. "Well, let me help you along. What are you good for?" Tommy thinks and says: "For nothing, Ma'am". Deb laughs and replies: "Even though that is true in theory, we have seen today that you are good for somethings." "Like, being a fuck-toy. And at crying. And at drinking piss. And at amusing me with your pathetic athletic performance." "Now, what have you learned that you need to improve in?" asks Deb next. Tommy thinks frantically and answers: "I need to be faster at running with my hands tied." "True", says Deb, "but there are many other things you should have learned, like that you need to toughen up so you don't cry so much; and that you need to be better at using your tongue on a Lady; and that you need to learn to control that nasty piece of flesh between you legs; and that you need to stop having any and all manly urges." "You see, this is all part of your education. The other Ladies are teaching you certain things and I am reinforcing all of them while you are with me. The faster you learn how to be the perfect male, the quicker your pain and agony will end." "I have one more thing I need to work on with you today. That is your orgasm control. You must have blue balls by now. So, I am going to introduce you to the "Milking Post". "Lady Rachel had the Milking Box and this is similar in concept. You will be tied to the post and forced to hump the poll like a dog humps a leg. You will have a total of 3 orgasms in quick succession before you can be released. Hanging from the post will be most uncomfortable. And to help you recover between orgasms, I will be caning your raw ass each time until you are hard again." As she is telling Tommy about the torment she is about to inflict on him, she is slowly turning his half-suspended body with her hands, forcing Tommy to make little ballet-type steps in order to keep his footing. The cuffs on this wrists are digging into his skin and his toes are becoming numb. Each time one of Deb's hands touches Tommy's skin, pain shoot from the welts left from the beatings. It seems there is no spot that has been left untouched. Deb takes the chastity devise off of Tommy's penis and gently caresses his balls in her warm hand. She leans in real close to his face and whispers: "This is not going to be fun for you. You will suffer pain and more physical exhaustion. You will learn that orgasms are not a fun thing, but rather very bad and associated with pain and humiliation." Tommy can smell her breath as she talks. That combined with her touch on this privates, give him an instant hard-on. Deb merely laughs and says: "You just can't control this thing can you?" She lets Tommy down from his current suspension and leads him over to a wooden support poll that is approximately 4 by 4 in dimension. She has obviously prepared the area for her little task. There is a rope and pulley hanging down directly by the poll and there are several restraints on the floor waiting for their victim. She orders Tommy to sit on the ground and place his legs around the poll so that his feet are together on the opposite side. (He is basically straddling this poll.) As soon as his butt hits the concrete floor, he screams out in pain. Deb giggles and ties his feet tightly together and orders him to stand up. Doing this is not easy. He has to pull himself up on the poll and try not to fall backwards in the process. She attaches his cuffs to the rope and hoists his hands up several inches. Now he is suspended in a half-standing, half-sitting position. His penis is pressing up against the poll. His face is forced close to the wood as well and he can't decide if it's better to hang from his wrists or to try and stand-up straighter and take the pressure off. The option to stand is quickly taken from him. Deb ties a thin piece of string around his ball sack and attaches the other end to his collar. Now if he wants to stand, he would have to severely pull on his balls to do so. He is left in the limbo position that is uncomfortable no matter what he does. If he lets all his weight go and just hangs from the cuffs, the pain in his wrists will become unbearable. However, standing in this half-seated position quickly causes his leg-muscles to become over-exerted and they begin to shack violently. Basically, he is in a virtual hell! It gets worse though. Deb takes one of her vibrators and sticks it into Tommy's ass. The vibrator is set in the on position. "This well help you stay hard" says Deb in a short giggle as she rams the thing inside him. Once she is satisfied with her "installation" of Tommy, she steps back and looks at his helpless body. "One more item" she cheerfully exclaims and walks over to the bathroom. She soon returns holding a plastic bag filled with yellow liquid. "This is my nectar and you will drink it as you go through this exercise" she says as she fastens the bag onto a hook that has been attached to the poll near Tommy's face. She hangs the bag in such a manner that a corner is hanging down like a tip of a funnel. She takes out a safety pin and punctures the bag right at the tip of the low- hanging corner. Little drops of piss start to form immediately at the site of hole. "Don't waste any. Drink up" orders Deb. Tommy puts his mouth on the corner of the bag and begins to suckle like a baby on a tit. Deb pulls over a chair and orders Tommy to begin humping the poll. Tommy does what he is told and starts to gyrate back and forth with his penis. The friction on his dick soon becomes painful as his foreskin gets pushed up and his penis head is exposed. He does his best to keep pumping until finally, thankfully, he blows his cum all over the lower part of the poll. He sighs deeply and sinks lower on the poll which immediately increases the pain in his wrists. Momentarily he forgets to suck on the bag of piss and a few drops hit his face and chest. Deb, noticing that he has cum, walks over to inspect his excretion. "One down, 2 to go" she says happily. "You have 1 minute to get another hard-on and start pumping again or else I start to beat you." She looks at her watch and time begins to tick. The vibrator in Tommy's ass is still going full force, but the sensation of it is lost to the pain in his legs and wrists. Tommy tries everything to force his now limp penis to get hard again. It doesn't take very long and his minute is up. He knows it's up because he feels the first cane stroke hit his ass. The pain is terrible. He doesn't know in what direction to jump. His ass is still raw from earlier and these licks are now just hitting raw flesh. He is near collapse and despair. He screams out between his tear choked cries: "Please stop. I don't care anymore you can tell my mom what I have done and what a pervert I am. I just can't take it anymore. PLEASE STOP!!!!!" At this, Deb stops. She walks around so that she can look at his face. Tommy's face is contorted in pain and covered in tears. He is almost unconscious. "Well, I do believe I have reached your limit." "That is what I was going for." "Now you have a choice little boy. You have this one choice right now if you want me to stop and to tell the world about you, I will. But there will be no going back if you say yes. However, since I have reached your limit, I will go a little easier on you if you decide to tough it out and learn to be a good little boy." She was sounding very serious now, for the first time today. "So what do you say?" Tommy thinks about his options. Neither seems appealing, but the thought of his mother finding out about all this and the look in her face when she see the pictures of him, is to much to bear. "I will tough it out" he says weakly. "Good" replies Deb, "because I would have told everyone not just your mom everyone I could find. And don't ever forget it." "If you ever stop me like that again, it will be all over. Next time you don't get a chance to change your mind, so be really careful when and if you ever pull that one again." She proceeds to pull the stool she was sitting on up close to Tommy. She sits down behind him and grabs his dick in her hand. Next she pulls out the vibrator from his ass, causing him to moan deeply. "I am going to help you cum the remaining 2 times. I will give you a prostrate massage." She starts to jerk off his dick and inserts her index finger into his ass at the same time. The next thing Tommy knows, he is shaking violently and spraying cum all over the place. He is shocked. He has never felt anything like that before. At the same time painful and overwhelmingly erotic. Deb gives him a few moments to recover and does the same procedure again. Tommy is spent. He is just a bag of flesh hanging from the ceiling. Everything hurts. Now that Deb has abused his ass and prostate, his insides are throbbing, too. It feels like someone squeezed his insides clean of all fluid. His dick head is raw, his ass feels like it's bleeding and all he can taste is the piss that he just finished sucking out of the plastic bag in front of him. Deb releases the tension on the rope holding his wrists and unties the string around his balls. Tommy slowly sinks down toward the ground fully aware of the pain that will strike him when his butt reaches the floor. Sure enough, he whales out in pain once seated and falls over onto his side as soon as Deb releases his feet from their binds. She leaves him there for a few minutes while she puts away some of her "toys" she used to torture him. "Ok, get up and clean up this mess" she orders after a few minutes. "I will give you a choice again. You can use your tongue and lick the poll and floor clean or else you can use a tissue. However, you will have to eat the tissue afterward if that is what you choose to use." Tommy chooses the tissue option and begins to wipe off the cum residue from the poll and the floor. He is amazed at the amount of jiz he produced. Once he has cleaned the area and himself, he kneels at attention waiting for Deb to give him further instructions. "Eat it" she coolly orders, and Tommy stuffs the tissue into his mouth and begins to chew. He has no moisture left in his mouth from all the crying and exertion so it takes him a while to get it down. Deb checks his mouth to make sure it is all gone and again attaches her leash to his collar. His is still not done, it seems. She has more planned for him. It is getting late at this point. Tommy arrived at Deb's house around 3:30 and it's almost 8:00 now. Aside from all the obvious pain and discomfort he feels, he is now also noticing that he is really hungry. He wonders how much longer he will have to endure? Deb leads him back into the bedroom. He can't imagine that she is horny again! This time, instead of tying his to the bed, she sits him down onto a small wooden chair with simple wooden armrests. She props his thighs over the side of each armrest and ties them in place, thereby spreading his legs wide apart. She ties his hands behind the back of the chair. She pulls up her stool and sits down in front of him getting as close to him as possible. From a pocket inside her gown, she retrieves a few rubber bands and loops them around Tommy's penis and balls. Tommy is terrified and the old familiar tears again well up in his eyes. Deb leans in real close to his face, almost touching the tip of her nose to his, and says: "Little boy, I love to hurt you so much, I can't even tell you how it turns me on." "You need to know and to feel that you are completely mine and at my mercy. Every inch of you belongs to me. I am your goddess. I am your everything. Your life is only to serve me." Her face is so close that Tommy is breathing her breath as she speaks to him. At the same time she messages his penis and balls gently in her hands. He is completely helpless. "I want you to see exactly how much I own you. While I hold your privates in my hands I will mark you as mine." She leans even closer and gently licks across his face, starting at his mouth and moving up toward his forehead. Tommy feels owned! She has complete control of him. There in nothing she can't do. He is so hypnotized by her presence and her unbelievable feminine aura that his penis immediately gets hard. Pain and all, he is a puddle of emotions in front of her now. She continues to lick all over his face and at the same time holds his balls and penis in her hands. Tommy gets so excited that he thinks he might actually cum right then and there. Just as he thinks he can't hold it anymore, Deb pulls back and tightens her grip on his balls. She looks at his erect penis and says: "Bad little boy" with a coy sound in her voice. She stretches the rubber bands far away from his privates and lets go. They snap back into place on top of his ball sack and cause him to scream in pain. His erection disappears straight away. Deb giggles. She leans in close again and runs her tongue around his nostrils. He can smell her sweet breath and spit. It feels so good. She plays with his balls and runs a fingernail along the area between his ass and ball-sack. She is oozing sexuality. It seems every trick a woman has ever used to seduce a man is now being inflicted on him. His erection re-appears instantly. SNAP the rubber bands do their trick again. Deb giggles: "Bad little boy!" "Just can't keep his winky soft." She simulates baby talk while teasing him. Deb continues to tease Tommy like this for several more minutes. He is both in ecstasy and agony. Finally, she stops and takes the rubber bands off from around his privates. "One day, you will be able to have me tease you like this and not get an erection, unless you are told to. That will be the day you are done learning" she says as he gets up. "Now, 2 more things before you can leave." Tommy is overjoyed. He will get to leave soon. "The first thing will probably be the most painful thing you will experience all day today, I am afraid. But, it must be done. The second thing will be your entries into your log book which will take you a while I expect, given all we have done today." Tommy is terrified beyond all belief. The MOST painful? After all that? What in the world will it be? Deb goes back to the closet and return with a small tool box. She opens the box and takes out what looks like a knitting needle. Then she takes out a pair of rubber gloves and a bottle of sanitizing solution. She puts on the gloves and grabs Tommy's foreskin, pulling it far from the tip of his penis. "You are going to wear a permanent chastity devise from now on and only the Ladies will have a key to get it off when they need your dick for some purpose. I am going to puncture a hole into your foreskin and put a small pad-lock into place. That way, you can't jerk off but you can still pee albeit rather messily. You will likely have to sit like women do." Tommy is beyond words. He opens his mouth to protest, but Deb cuts him off. "Save it." "Unless you want this all to end right here and now and me to tell your Mom and the world, don't even bother to beg or plead." Tommy closes his mouth again. He says nothing. Deb places a short wooden handle in his mouth so he can bite down on it while she pierces his penis. He braces himself and feels the unbelievable pain of the needle poking through both sides of his foreskin. Deb takes her sweet time doing it, too. She watches his face intently as he contorts in agony. Once pierced, she rubs the disinfectant on the puncture and inserts a small pad- lock made of stainless steel into the holes. It clicks shut and his days of jerking off are over. Deb releases Tommy from the chair and gives him his clothes back. He takes about an hour to finish making his log entries. He can't believe what he is forced to write. Deb spends a lot of time looking over his shoulder making sure she does not miss any details. Finally, she adds her comments and sends Tommy on his way with his book and a new envelope containing the next Lady's name that he will have to serve. Tommy pushes his bike all the way home there is no way he can sit on the saddle to ride.not anytime soon.

THE TRAINING OF JOHNNY BY DVNT Little Johnny blinked at the bright lights. He was lying on a table, looking up at the bright harsh florescent lights directly over his head. He was aware that he was still naked; he had left his clothes in the van. He smiled, remembering the fun he had had with Jenny in the back of the van. She had made him feel really good, a completely new experience to him. He wondered if he would ever get to feel her hot little mouth on his penis again. His penis became erect at the memory. Johnny reached for it to try and pleasure himself. It was then that he realized that his arms and legs were tied down. He lifted his head to look down his body. He saw he was strapped to a metal table and although there were bright lights over him most of the rest of the room was cloaked in darkness. Looking around the room he could make out many shadowy shapes, most of which he couldn't make out. A door to his left allowed a bit of light to stream under, revealing a cement floor. A movement out of the corner of his eye made Johnny look to his right. His heart began racing as he imagined what horrors lay in the darkness. Nothing he imagined was quite as horrible as what reality was. Jenny's mother sat on a chair in the darkness. Idly picking lint off the black cloak she was wearing as she watched the boy awaken and look around. This was the most important part of his training. And he had to be completely terrified as a first impression to ensure complete submission. She knew the boy had no idea where he was really and she'd allow his imagination to run wild for a bit before she really began the training. After taking Johnny into the house and down the stairs to the basement she had administered a strong sedative. Johnny had been asleep for the last 36 hours and had not yet seen the dungeon part of the basement he was currently secured in. The dungeon had been built four years ago in preparation of Jenny's training but as she had moved on it had been used less and less. Jenny's mother was thrilled to get to use the dungeon again. She adjusted the leather face mask she wore and made sure the hood of the cloak covered the rest of her head, stood, and quickly walked over to the boy. Johnny was startled when the dark figure quickly emerged out of the shadows. When it leaned over him he got his first look at the horrific mask it wore. Johnny began screaming in terror. The figure slapped Johnny across the face and the boy fell silent, whimpering meagerly at the monster that hovered over him. "What's your name?" the figure asked. A special collar around her neck gave Jenny's mom a deep course sounding voice. Johnny was too scared to answer. He was paralyzed with fear, unable to do anything but stare up at the dark figure, the dark unblinking eyes of the figure seeming to look straight through the boy. "When a master asks a slave a question it should be answered immediately, without hesitation," the figure growled, "Maybe you don't know the answer. Your name is Slave from now on. You will answer to slave and slave alone. Whoever you were before you came here is dead, never to be known again." The young boy winced as emphasis was placed on the word "dead". "Furthermore," the figure continued, "You will respond to everything with Master. Do you know who your masters are?" "N-no Master," the boy said, quickly picking up on what he had been told. "Everyone," the figure told him, "Until you're told otherwise, everyone is superior to you and everyone is your master. Do you understand?" He nodded his head yes. "Apparently you don't, nodding your head is not an answer, the proper answer would have been 'Yes Master'," The figure sounded angry now, "You'll have to be punished for that." "No, please Mater!" the young boy begged. "That's another thing, you NEVER tell a master no," The figure said, walking towards the door, "You're punishment will give you plenty of time to think about the rules." The figure pushed a button on the wall and walked out the door. The boy heard the door click, as a heavy lock was slid in place. Then he heard and felt some fans turn on, blowing the cool air of the dungeon across the young boys exposed body. Johnny closed his eyes and lay his head back on the metal table. A few moments later he opened his eyes, he had felt something wet spray across his body. He quickly looked around but the figure had not returned. Relaxing again he lay on the table and looked at the lights. He had become more accustomed to the blowing air when from overhead a spray of water began soaking the boy. The water poured down relentlessly. The poor child's teethe rattled from the cold. To keep the water out of his eyes he had to lay with his head turned to one side. It was then that Johnny noticed the clock on the wall. He was curious how he had missed it before. The poor boy lay strapped to the table shivering as he watched the hours tick by. Jenny's mother and father watched the slave boy from the control room. From this specially built room, also in the basement, the two had complete control over every aspect of the dungeon as well as the rest of the basement. Every aspect, including the clock, where controlled. The clock had been Jenny's fathers idea, after reading "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" He had realized the psychological impacts of being able to control the perception of the passage of time to someone that was being tortured. "How much is the clock advanced, Harold?" Jenny's mom asked her husband. "It's been sped up five times, Lori," Harold answered his wife. "The torture only is supposed to last an hour, do you really think he'll believe he's endured five hours of this?" Lori asked. "Of course, this is his first session, he'd have no idea how long it really lasted," Harold answered, "Remember Jenny's first time in there?" Lori remembered Jenny's first torture session very well. It was only a few weeks after her 6th birthday when she had woken up down there. They had started her training much the same way, with Harold dressing up as the cloaked figure and terrorizing her. She had passed out from the sight so they had started the water torture while she was still unconscious, letting the little girl wake up to being cold in wet. They had kept the clock speed going as they tortured her for two entire weeks. Jenny was convinced that summer break had ended while she was locked in the dungeon and that she was a few weeks into the school year. Throwing her off in time by almost a month and a half had left her very confused and completely dependant on her parents when they finally came to get her from "The Trainer" as they had named the figure. It was almost a year after that before Jenny learned the Dungeon was in her own basement and as far as her parent's knew, the little girl was still completely unaware that The Trained wasn't some dark figure her parents brought in for special training and discipline. Slave was completely exhausted from shivering; he had agonizingly watched five hours pass on the clock when everything was shutoff. No only did the fans and water, but also the bright lights. Slave felt the bonds on his ankles and wrists release. He sat up on the cold metal table and rubbed circulation back into his extremities. He looked around the room some and saw the crack of light, still pouring in from under the door. Johnny carefully climbed off the table and began to walk towards the door, being careful not to slip on the wet concrete floor. Lori and Harold watched the little boy walk across the room to the door, the night visions cameras making it easy to track his every move. They watched as he reached the door and turned the knob, opened the door and quickly walked through it without looking in first. Slave heard the door close as he stepped into the brightly lit room. As his eyes were still adjusting he took a step forwards and was shocked when he bumped into burning hot object. His eyes had become accustomed to the brighter lights and he saw he was in a small room, no larger than a closet, with metal walls. He reached out and touched the walls, finding them to be burning hot. The boy turned to go back out the way he had come in. To his horror he didn't see the door he had come in. Worse still the room had not four but five walls, making it difficult for the boy to remember which way he had even come from. From the control room the adults watched as the boy slowly turned in a circle looking at his confinement. The display indicated the walls were heated to 100 degrees Fahrenheit by the electric heating elements in them. This room had been Lori's idea, there wasn't enough space in it for a child to sit or lay on the floor without touching the walls, which could be heated high enough to cause third degree burns. The pentagon shape of the room made it difficult for anyone who stumbles in to find the door to get back out and of course the door itself blended in with the walls and could only be opened from the outside or form the control room. The final touch was the fact that the room was actually an elevator, between the basement dungeon and an even lower level with completely different rooms. Harold set the elevator to drop to the lower level and the timer on the door to open in four hours. He then turned to his wife who was still in the trainer costume. "We have some time, would you like to have some fun with Jenny?" the adults grinned at each other. ****** A blast of cool air was the first indication Johnny had that the door was opened. He had tired to find a way to sit in the tiny room for what seemed like forever. There had been no way to rest comfortably without touching the burning hot walls. Johnny had finally settled on standing upright trying to rest without falling into one of the five walls. He was very tired and very hungry but what he saw through the open door made him forget his other problems. There stood The Trainer, in one hand he held a cruel looking paddle, in the other was a bottle of water. Johnny could see condensation dripping off the outside of the bottle. He quickly stepped out of the hot tiny room and grabbed the bottle from The Trainer when it was offered. Johnny gulped down the water as quickly as he could, being careful not to spill any of the precious cool liquid. When the bottle was empty Johnny sank to his knees. "Thank you M-master," he said, hoping to avoid the trainers wrath. "You've broken the rules," The Trainer said coolly, "A slave isn't to do anything unless its master gives it permission to. You were never given permission to get off the table and you were certainly never given permission to leave the room." Johnny began to sob as this was said. "You'll soon find that what's in this room is far worse than what awaited you in the other room but in this room your training can be even more effective." Johnny let himself go limp as the trainer lifted him up and strapped his torso to a bench. Then his ankles and thighs were secured to legs of the bench. Johnny turned around to see what was about to happen but suddenly found his vision blocked by a larger barrier The Trainer set in place. Johnny felt The Trainer begin to massage his tiny cock and balls, relaxing as the good sensations took over. The Trainer expertly massaged him right to the brink of orgasm. In frustration Johnny tried to reach around the barrier but found his free upper-body was helpless to do anything about his lower body. Johnny relaxed back onto the table and waited for The Trainer to resume. A short bit later he felt The Trainer again begin to fondle his genitals. This time as Johnny neared his climax the trainer stopped and gave him a quick smack across his butt cheeks with the paddle. Johnny howled in pain but quickly subdued to low whimpers as attention was once again was given to his small penis. Again he was brought to the verge of a spectacular climax, only to have it interrupted by The Trainer stopping, this time giving him two hits with the paddle, one on each cheek. This continued with the trainer adding another hit each time he stopped. By the time Johnny was receiving 12 hits on his now very sore ass he found he wasn't loosing his tiny erection during the paddling. At 14 he found he was becoming sleepy, unable to hold his head up. The last thing Johnny remembered before succumbing to a deep sleep was The Trainer beginning to give what should have been 19 spankings. *** Johnny awoke thinking something was wrong. He blinked his eyes but saw no light. He also noticed it was unusually quiet. He was aware of a large gag in his mouth and put his hands to his face to feel it. He felt the rubber ball and traced the leather straps back around his head, only to find the gag was secured in place with a small lock. He moved to rub his eyes and found cold metal plates covering them. Feeling around the edges of the plates he found them secured to what felt like a leather mask. Similar plates covered his ears and all the plates had what felt like small keyholes near them. Johnny felt the edges of the mask and found it wrapped around his head but left his nose and the top of his head exposed. Johnny started to sit up but found himself held down by something at his neck. He felt his neck and found a dog collar held in place by anther lock. Attached to the collar was a length of chain. Johnny followed the chain and found it connected to a ring in the cement floor next to what felt like a mattress he was laying on. Johnny lay back down on the mattress, looking off into nothing. He began thinking back to the spanking he had received just before he had passed out. He was surprised at how he had enjoyed being spanked and pleasured. Thinking back on it his little penis became stiff again. Johnny was pulled from his thoughts suddenly by the feeling of his semi-erect penis rubbing against something very coarse. Johnny reached down to his crotch and felt a strange device. It felt like it was made from the same materials as the mask he wore. A metal plate covered his crotch and Johnny found he was unable to slip his fingers in behind the plate in any way. The plate was held in place with leather straps the circled his waist and went between his legs. The straps were held in place with even more locks. Johnny's silent world was shattered by a very loud ringing which seemed to come form within his head. Johnny put his hands to his ear covering in a futile attempt to stop the noise. The noise subsided and was replaced with cruel laughter. "I guess that means the speakers are working," Johnny recognized the voice as that of The Trainer, "I guess by now you've pretty much figured there's nothing you can do to get any of that off. Let me tell you what this means. I now control everything. You cannot see or hear anything but what I want you to see and hear. You won't be able to eat or drink unless I provide it for you. You can't even go to the bathroom without my help. You're completely worthless and helpless and your very existence depends on me deciding to help you. But there's good news, I'm going to help you and I'm going to train you. You will be a perfect sex slave when I'm through." Johnny became aware at how full his bladder felt and wondered about going to the bathroom. "I'm sure you have to use the bathroom now but don't even think about going without permission, the consequences are very unpleasant." Johnny held his bladder. He felt someone disconnect the chain from his collar. "Slave, stand up." Johnny stood. "Turn to your left." Johnny thought for a second and executed a right turn. Johnny's head was filled with a booming laughter. He felt The Trainer wrap something around his left arm. "This will help you tell left from right, remember, your left arm has the leather band around it, L for left and L for leather." Johnny thought about this and realized what The Trainer meant. When ever he was told left all he had to do was think of the arm with the leather band on it. "Now slave, turn around and take two steps forward." Johnny did so and felt his feet step from the mattress onto the cool cement floor. "Get down on your hands and knees and start crawling forward" Johnny did so and followed further instructions until he was told to stop and stand. Johnny felt the metal plate over his crotch come off and The Trainers powerful hands lifting him onto a cold ring shaped seat. "Slave, you may use the toilette now." Johnny emptied his bowels and once done felt the trainer lift him from the toilette, wipe him and then replace the cover on his penis. "Turn to your left and walk forward." Johnny thought for a second, remembered the leather arm band, and turned in the proper direction. He began walking forward, following the instructions he was given to another unknown destination. Johnny soon found himself stepping onto a slightly inclined platform. He felt The Trainer attach something to his collar and then allowed his hands to be secured to rails at either side of him. Johnny stood, wondering what was about to happen when the floor began to move under him. "This is going to be part of your daily workout routine. Everyday you'll do a vigorous workout, a slave must be fit with good endurance and stamina." Johnny's legs and chest burned with the effort. The ball gag in his mouth forced him to breath through his nose. Sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes, causing them to burn too. Johnny was helpless to stop any of it and it was all he could do to keep from falling on the machine. He was running farther than he had ever run before and still the machine kept going. Johnny ran and ran, his pounding heart was amplified by his ear coverings, making it sound like a drum in his head. Drool and saliva frothed at his mouth like a rabid dog's and still on he ran. A few times, as he began to tire, he nearly lost his footing, but always managed to catch himself before completely falling. Finally he felt the machine begin to slow. Johnny was awash with relief as the machine finally came to a halt. Johnny stood and shaking legs, his chest heaving and his heart still racing, as his arms were released and the chain taken off his collar. The voice in Johnny's head instructed him to get off the machine and guided him through some other basic exercises. It then instructed him to stretch. After the workout Johnny was allowed to sit as a bottle was hooked to the fitting in his ball gag. Johnny tilted his head back and allowed the cool water to run down his throat. "Stand and turn to your right." Johnny followed the instructions and allowed the voice to talk him across the room to a table. "On the table in front of you are 25 weights. Each one has a different weight, the lightest being 1 pound and the heaviest being 25 pounds. You will arrange the weights in order form left to right with the lightest being on the left and the heaviest on the right. Once this task is completed you will be fed." Johnny felt the cold weights on the table in front of them. Each one was rounded on top with a flat bottom. Johnny felt each of the weights, trying to get a picture in his mind of what he was looking at. He picked up a weight in each hand, setting the one that felt lightest to the left and the heavier one to the right. He continued doing this comparing the weights and trying to put them in order. As he worked he though of being fed, he hadn't eaten in a long time. Johnny had no idea how long it had been since he'd had any food, he figured it had to have been almost 5 days but there was no way to tell time anymore. He continued working, lifting the different weights, trying to determine which was lighter. It became more difficult trying to tell which weight went where with only a difference of a single pound separating the two. Finally Johnny had the weights lined up and took a step back from the table. "Wrong slave, you have failed. Your food is getting colder the longer you take." Johnny was sweating now, partially out of nervousness and partially because the temperature of the room had been steadily increasing as he worked. Johnny again began lifting the weights, trying to determine which was heavier and which was lighter. Johnny again stepped back from the table and again was told he was wrong and reminded that him being fed was reliant on the fact that this task be done. Johnny was beginning to loose hope. There was no way he'd ever be able to get this right by just lifting the weights to put them in order. The earlier workout had made his muscles tired and all this lifting and moving, of even the lighter weights, was adding up. Johnny picked up one of the lighter weights and felt it. There had to be another way. Johnny reached down and picked up one of the heavier weights. There was definitely a difference in their weights and they were both rounded with flat bottom. But, they weren't exactly the same. Johnny placed the flat bottoms of the two weights together and found the heavier one was slightly larger around. Johnny picked up two more weights, this time closer in weight and confirmed it, all the weights were different sizes. Johnny worked with zeal trying to get the weights in the proper order now. Once he thought he was done he double checked his work and stood back from the table. There was silence. Johnny stood and waited. The longer he waited the more he expected the voice of The Trainer to tell him he was worng. "Very well done little one." The words caught him by surprise. It was still The Trainers voice but the words were softer. The Trainer guided Johnny to a chair. Johnny sat and felt a table in front of him. Then the smell hit him. Any he hunger he had was forgotten when he smelled what he hoped he wouldn't be eating. Johnny's head was forced back and he felt something being hooked to his ball gag. Then a powerful jet a bitter, foul smelling mush began filling his mouth. Johnny swallowed all he could as the jet continued filling his mouth relentlessly. "This is very good for a slave in training. It's full of nutrients and is very filling." Finally the jet subsided and Johnny's head was released. He felt the device being unhooked from his ball gag. Johnny felt nauseous but at the same time very full. "Time to prepare you for bed." Johnny stood and followed the instructions to walk to the bathroom. The Trainer once again helped him onto the toilette and allowed him to relieve himself. He then felt the trainer lift him off the toilette and place him in what felt like a tub. He felt warm water begin to cascade down his body. "Slaves that do well get special privileges like warm showers, slaves that fail," The Trainer continued as the water suddenly grew cold, "get to be miserable." Johnny was relieved when the water began to warm up again and allowed The Trainer to soap and wash Johnny. When the shower was over Johnny was instructed over to the mattress and told to lay down Johnny felt the chain nearby and felt the open lock on the end. Johnny picked it up and secured it to his collar. "Very good slave. You're making your training much easier on yourself by taking to it so well. I think another small reward can be arranged." Johnny felt the lock on the gag being undone and the ball pulled out of his mouth. Johnny's mouth was sore and felt funny but he managed to say an obedient "Thank you Master." The Trainer walked out of the room, leaving Johnny for the night. From the control room Harold and Lori watched as the young boy as he drifted off to sleep. They were thrilled that the mask, their latest invention, had worked so well. "I was worried that it wouldn't be waterproof but the shower you gave him has put those fears to rest," Harold said to his wife. "This was a great idea of yours dear," Lori responded, "This will revolutionize how both professional trainers and dominant parents handle their children. You've found a way to make a slave completely dependant and excellent at following orders." The husband and wife watched as the heart monitor built into his collar slowed, indicating he had fallen asleep. Lori pulled selected the proper MP3 file from the computer and set it to play in a continuous loop. "We'll see how this subliminal message system works while he sleeps although I doubt he can get much more submissive." She said as she and her husband left the control room. ****** Johnny awoke to a bell ringing in his head. It wasn't the same loud bell that had startled him the previous day but a quieter, gentler chime. He lay on the mattress as his chain was released and followed The Trainers orders through the same bathroom and exercise routine as yesterday. Johnny was thankful that he was ungagged for it today. Once again Johnny was guided over to a table and once again he was told his daily meal would be served after he had arranged 25 weights. Johnny picked up two of the weights and began comparing their sizes, they were the same size! He compared two more weights, then two more, while they seemed to have different weights all the weights were the exact same size and shape. Johnny began feeling the cool metal weights, like yesterday they were rounded with a flat bottom, 25 identical domes he had to arrange. Running his fingers over the bottom he felt something different. The weight he was holding had a line and a circle carved into the bottom. Another, lighter weight had what felt like two curves touching each other. Johnny tried to visualize what he felt on the bottom of the weight and realized it was a number three. He felt all the weights, visualizing the numbers he was feeling on the bottom. Finally he was ready and placed all the weights in order. Completing the task he stepped away from the table and waited. "Well done, you may eat now." As Johnny was directed over to the table he once again smelled the putrid odor of his daily meal. The smell that wafted up from the dish in front of him was even worse when warm. A spoon was placed in Johnny's hand. "You'll feed yourself today. Eat it all, don't spill any, and don't make a mess." "Yes Master." Johnny automatically said. Johnny reached out with his left hand and felt the dish, he lowered the spoon in his right hand down into the dish and brought a spoonful of the slop to his lips. He quickly opened his mouth and tried to swallow its contents. He gagged, but managed to choke it down. He repeated the process and managed to get spoonful after spoonful of the slop down, being careful not to drip any, and struggling to keep it down. Finally he found the spoon scraping an empty dish. He set the spoon down and waited. After a moment The Trainer gave him directions towards a sink where Johnny washed his dish and spoon in the water that was already there. While washing the dishes Johnny became aware of a churning in his bowels. The slight churning quickly turned into cramps that had the young boy doubled over in pain. Johnny stuggled to finish the task he had been assigned and no sooner had he dried and put the dish away in the cabinet when a wave of nausea hit him. Johnny grabbed the counter in front of him and tried to keep down the food he had just eaten. Johnny stood there, fingers digging into the counter, jaw clenched against the vomit rising in his throat. He felt around the counter and fount the sink, still full of water nearby. Unable to hold back any longer Johnny threw up into the sink. Wave after wave, Johnny continued to throw up into the sink, tears pouring down his face at the knowledge he had failed to follow The Trainers instructions and would be inevitably be punished. Finally Johnny had thrown up all the contents of his stomach. The young boy collapsed to the floor in the fetal position, completely exhausted from the purging. "S-sorry m-m-master," The tiny boy tried to say between dry heaves. "ON YOUR FEET SLAVE!!" Johnny heard after a few minutes on the floor. Johnny sprang to his feet instantly, surprised at how quickly he did so despite his weakened condition. Johnny allowed a leash to be attached to his collar and let himself be led from the dining area into the training room. The leash was removed and Johnny was left standing in the training room, waiting for his punishment. From the control room Lori watched the little boy standing in the middle of "The Maze". The Maze was a room with a series of motorized floor and wall panels. A voice emulation program would simulate The Trainers voice and give commands to move the slave about the room as the floors and walls shifted. To a slave unable to see or hear anything like Johnny it would seem like they had traveled through a large and complex building with multiple rooms and floors. Motion sensors would determine if the slave had stopped following instructions and would log the infractions for later punishment. Lori set the controls so the maze would run a random series of commands for the next 18 hours and left Johnny alone as she returned upstairs to the house. Johnny, now alone in The Maze began following the instructions he heard the trainer give him. Still worn out from his earlier workout and further weakened by having no food in his stomach he found it difficult to follow the route the trainer was walking him through. Worst of all was the endless flights of stairs he had to climb. Johnny couldn't help but wonder where he was headed, he had climbed more stairs than he thought a building could have and had walked farther than he thought was possible indoors. He figured he was being kept in a large skyscraper for his "training". He must be very far from the town he'd grown up in because he was pretty sure there wasn't a building this big back in his home town. As Johnny continued to follow instructions he thought more about home. He wondered what his mom was doing now, if she even missed him. He wondered what had happened to his brother and his friend. It occurred to him that he didn't really miss anyone in his family. Sure it would be great to have his daddy back, but his mom had assured him daddy was never coming back. Johnny thought back to when his dad had left.... *** Johnny had just gotten off the schoolbus and was surprised to see his dad's car in the driveway. It was very unusual for him to come home early from work and although daddy loved Johnny very much, and told him so often, Johnny got the feeling that he worked late so often mostly because mom yelled at him so much when he was home. Johnny often wished mom would get a job and daddy could stay home all day watching him and his brother. He especially wished this during the summer vacations when his mom would tell Johnny and his brother, Tim, to leave early in the morning and didn't want to see them until nearly dinner time. Tim would usually take Johnny into some nearby woods and chain him to a tree with an old rusty chain and a padlock. Tim always said it was a game but Johnny knew it was so Johnny wouldn't bother Tim while he hung out with his friends. Johnny practically ran to the front door, excited to see his father. As he made it to the door though he could hear yelling through the walls of the run-down house he lived in. He peaked through the front window to see his mom, half undressed, with another man he didn't recognize. It appeared they were both yelling at daddy. Johnny saw mom pick up a lamp off the table and throw it at daddy. Johnny couldn't watch anymore and ran off, hoping to hide out in the woods until the fight was over. A few hours later Johnny returned to the house, seeing his daddy's car still in the drive, and not hearing any more yelling, he hoped the fight was over and he could spend time with his daddy. When Johnny came through the front door he was shocked at the mess in the living room. Mom was laying on the couch, liquor bottles all around, and there was no sign of daddy. "Your no good father's gone, clean this mess up," his mom mumbled without opening her eyes. "Where's he gone and when'll daddy be back?" Johnny asked. "He's just gone, and he's NOT COMING BACK!" his mom yelled the last three words, "Now clean this damn room." Johnny began cleaning the living room, not wanting to get in more trouble with his mom. As Johnny cleaned the room he couldn't help but notice the large red stain on the carpet, he couldn't get it cleaned up no matter what he tried. He knew mom would be mad if she woke up and saw the stain there on the rug so he moved a chair over it. Just as Johnny had finished cleaning the living room Tim walked in the door, seeing mom passed out on the couch he went to the room he shared with Johnny without saying a word. Johnny followed quietly. "Mom, says Dad's gone and isn't coming back," Johnny said, on the verge of tears. Tim just shrugged. "Don't you think it's weird?" Johnny kept on. "You've heard the way those two fight, would you keep coming home to that?" Tim snapped. "But he wouldn't have left us here! He loves us!" "He only cared about himself, he only gav you attention because you're the youngest, if you'd never come along he'd have given me all the attention!" Johnny broke down crying at what his brother was saying. "Also, if you'd never come along there'd be more money and dad wouldn't have to work so much and they wouldn't fight over money all the time." Tim's words cut like a knife and Johny began crying harder, sobbing loudly. "Shut up! If your crying wakes mom she'll come in here and beat us both!" Johnny couldn't stop crying. He was curled up in the fetal position, lying on the floor at Tim's feet. Tim looked down at his brother. For the last two years he'd had to watch Johnny every day of summer break. After the first few days of his brother tagging along he couldn't stand having him around anymore, he began chaining him up in the woods so he wouldn't have to bother with him anymore. Watching him cry like a baby now he realized there was a good chance his crying would get them both in trouble and he wasn't about to take a beating because of the little brat. Tim grabbed a dirty sock off the floor and forced it into Johnny's mouth. Johnny was surprised to suddenly feel the bitter tasting and foul smelling sock be shoved into his mouth. Johnny reached to pull it but was suddenly grabbed by the hair and dragged towards the closet. Johnny grabbed his brother's wrist, trying to get him to let go of his hair, forgetting at the time the sock in his mouth. Tim dragged his brother to the closet, opened the door and lifted his brother until he was standing on his feet. Tim felt his brother grabbing at his wrist and was looking frantically for something to tie his hands with. He saw the belt his brother was wearing and managed to remove it with his free hand. Somehow he managed to get both his brothers hands up on the clothes rod in the closet and tie them together. Johnny hung there in the closet, barely able to stand on his tiptoes. The belt securing his hands over his head was rubbing in chaffing his skin. His brother closed the closet door and Johnny was plunged into darkness. In the darkness Johnny began to panic. He shook and kicked in his bonds, trying to get his brother to come back, trying to get free. In his struggles his pants, no longer held up by his belt, fell to his ankles. he continued to struggle for a few more minutes, causing his pants to slip completely off him. Tim became afraid the noise his brother was making in the closet would wake his mom. He flung the door open and saw his brothers pants had fallen off. "I want you to be quiet! Don't you understand what will happen if you wake mom?" Johnny continued to struggle. "I'll show you!" Tim grabbed an extension cord off the floor and doubled it over in his hand. He raised the loop of cord over his head and brought it down across his brothers belly. Johnny's thin T-shirt did little cushion the blow and the pain caused him to shout into his gag and struggle even more. Tim swung again, hitting his brother across the front of his bare thighs. Johnny managed to twist around so he was facing the back of the closet, hoping to avoid any more painful hits to his frontside. Tim was presented with Johnny's underwear clad bottom to flog. Tim took aim at his new target and gave Johnny three quick hits on his butt. The next four hits came across the back of Johnny's thighs and the final half dozen were delivered in an uncontrolled fit to Johnny's back. The pain was unbearable and the added tension delivered to his arms from twisting around was too much. Johnny allowed himself to turn back around to face his tormentor. When Tim saw his brothers tear streaked face he knew he'd gone too far. He felt a lot calmer now that he'd unleashed some of his aggression but at the same time knew he couldn't let Johnny tell. He needed some way to keep him quiet and knew he couldn't keep him tied up forever. Since it was a Friday he figured he could keep him tied up tonight, telling his mom that Johnny had gone to spend the night at a friends house. She'd be so out of it from the drinking binge she'd been on she'd probably think it was her idea for him to go. Still, Tim had to completely immobilize Johnny before he could leave him. Tim grabbed a jumprope from Johnny's toybox. Making a slipknot in the rope he bent Johnny's left leg back at the knee so his heel touched his bottom. He slipped the knot over his thigh and calf and pulled it tight. Johnny winced as he was forced to bear more of his weight on his right leg and arms. When Tim tried to lift Johnny's right leg in a similar manner he resisted. Again Tim lost his temper, using the free end of the jumprope to hit Johnny. Although the rope itself didn't hurt as much as the belt had one of Tim's hits resulted in the wooden handle hit Johnny in his tiny penis. The impact in such a sensitive area caused him to reflexively draw his knees up. This gave Tim the opportunity he was looking for to quickly tie Johnny's left leg in the same fashion. Johnny groaned in pain as his full weight pulled down on his already sore and chaffed wrists. Tim then tied Johnny's bound legs together and used the remainder of the rope to tie secure Johnny's legs to a hook at the back of the closet. Johnny found that no matter how much he struggled he could only move a little bit side to side. Satisfied that his brother couldn't wiggle around enough to make any noise he decided to ensure his brothers complete silence. He went to his dresser and pulled out his cubscout bandanna and a Harley-Davidson dew-rag from an old Halloween costume. he tied the bandanna around Johnny's already gagged mouth to keep him from spitting out the sock. As Tim thought how horrible it must be to have a nasty sweaty sock filling his brothers mouth, now probably soaked with saliva, a malicious grin crossed his face. Johnny saw his brother give an evil grin. A moment later Johnny was thrust into darkness as his vision was blocked by the dew-rag. Something in his brother's smile told him he couldn't hope for much mercy. Johnny heard the closet door shut and a few seconds later his bedroom door shut. Johnny hung there in the dark and thought about his daddy. Why would he go away so suddenly? How could he never be coming back? Johnny cried silently in the dark, trying not to think about the pain in his arms and how scared he was of the dark and of what his brother might do to him next. When Tim went into the kitchen to get something to eat he was surprised to see his mother up. She was leaning against the sink trying to open a bottle of Tylenol. The bottle clumsily slipped from her drunken grasp and bounced into the sink. Tim picked up the bottle, opened it, and handed it to his mother. She promptly popped five of them in her mouth and washed it down with a half glass of whiskey she had sitting on the counter. "Where's your brother?" she asked, struggling to sit on one of the kitchen chairs. "I think he went to a friends house for th night," Tim lied. His mom sat for a second, trying to remember if she had been informed of this earlier. She remembered Johnny coming home and figured he'd probably said something about it then. "Good, I need him out of the way. Tomorrow some people are coming by to put knew carpet in the living room. You'll need to be out of their way too," she said, "you can fix yourself something to eat for dinner." Tim watched as his mom slowly got up and lumbered off to her bedroom, taking an unopened bottle of Jim Bean with her. Tim knew his mother wouldn't be out again tonight and probably wouldn't be up again until late tomorrow. Tim thought for a second about bringing food to his brother upstairs but quickly forgot the thought when the phone rang. His best friend from school called, wanting to go to a party. Tim ran up to his room to change into some nicer clothes. Opening the closet door he quickly reached past his brother to get a new shirt and knelt in front of him to get his nicer shoes. Throwing on the new clothes he quickly shut the closet door and ran out to meet his friend. Although Tim hated his mother's drinking it gave him plenty of chances to do just what he wanted. Johnny heard his brother come in the room and the closet door open. He felt Tim grab a shirt from next to him in the closet, heard him change, and leave again. Johnny knew his brother was probably getting ready to go out tonight and wouldn't be back until late. Johnny began crying again as he realized he'd probably be left tied up all night. Johnny began feeling hungry as the hours ticked by. Alone in his misery Johnny became aware of every ache, every itch, every twinge of hunger. After a few hours of hanging Johnny felt the need to go to the bathroom. Johnny hung there in the dark trying to hold his bladder, his arms now numb from their torment. exhaustion set in after a time and Johnny felt his head begin to bob. Time passed but poor Johnny had no reference to what time it actually was. Since he hadn't heard his brother come back in he assumed it still was night time. Johnny's bladder ached from the pressure, he needed to go and knew his brother wouldn't be back to let him free any time soon. Johnny realized there was no point in making his situation worse by holding it any longer. Johnny released his bladder and began to cry out of humiliation. Johnny's nose was hit with the smell of his own urine and felt cold in his soaked underwear. Johnny continued to hang in his bondage, wishing it would all end. Tim came in from the party around 5 AM, he thought there was something he was forgetting but the alcohol he'd consumed at the party left his memory confused and fragmented. Tim stripped down to his underwear and passed out on his bed. Around noon Tim awoke to the strong smell of urine. For a moment he thought he'd wet himself in a drunken stupor but was confused to find his underwear dry. Tim slowly sat up and looked around the room. His eyes fell on the closet door and he remembered his brother. Tim flung open the closet door to find his brother hanging as he'd left him. Johnny's underwear had mostly dried but still smelled of urine. To Tims horror he found Johnny had peed all over his shoes. "You little brat!" Tim yelled. Johnny was startled awake by his brother yelling. After so many hours of hanging Johnny had finally completely passed out from exhaustion. He'd been dreaming about daddy when he was suddenly wrenched back to reality by his brother. "You thought you'd get back at me by peeing all over my stuff?" Tim continued, "I oughta go get all your friends and show them what you did, piss yourself like a baby. That's all you are, a little cry baby." Johnny was horrified at the thought of his brother getting his friends. Johnny would never live down the embarrassment. This gave Tim an idea. He quietly walked out into the hall and peaked into his mom's room, she was still passed out on her bed. Tim made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, he shuffled through the junk drawer until he found what he was looking for, his dad's Polaroid camera. To Tim's relief it still had a few untaken photos. Tim also grabbed a pair of scissors and returned to his room. Tim figured for his plans it would be best if Johnny was completely naked. Using the scissors Tim cut away Johnny's underwear and his T-shirt. Johnny felt his T-shirt and underwear fall away from his body and shuddered at the realization he was completely naked and tied up. He heard a click followed by a whirring noise. "I bet you best friend, Sam, would laugh his head off if he saw that photo." Tim said. The dew-rag over Johnny's eyes was removed and he saw his brother standing before him in his underwear holding his dad's camera. CLICK - WHIRRRRRR Tim took another picture of his brother. "That one's for your baseball team." Johnny shook his head as Tim stepped towards him again. Tim removed the bandanna from Johnny's mouth, letting it fall to the floor. Johnny spit the nasty sock onto the floor next to the yellow bandanna. "Please don't show anyone those photos," Johnny begged as drool ran down has face. CLICK - WHIRRRRRR Tim snapped another picture. "I dunno, you did pee all over my shoes and stuff." Tim said thoughtfully. "I'll clean the mess up!" Johnny begged, nearly in histarics now. "And the rest of this room is pretty messy too...." Tim pushed on. "OK, I can clean the whole room, just let me down and please don't show anyone the pictures." CLICK - WHIRRRRRR Another photo was snapped. "Please Tim, stop!" Tim got right up in his brother's face, he held the photos up to the tip of Johnny's nose. "You know what these mean?" Tim growled. Johnny shook his head no. "They mean I own you. You have to do everything I say and not bug me or get me in any trouble." Tim continued, "If you can do all that, and keep me happy, I just might not get in the mood to share these photos with the rest of the town." Johnny slowly nodded his head in agreement and allowed his brother to untie him. He spent most of the day doing Tim's chores and later had to go to Tim's friends house to clean their rooms. Johnny watched pathetically as Tim pocketed the $5 his friends each paid to have Johnny clean the rooms. Throughout the day of working Johnny's thoughts continued to drift back to his daddy. *** Johnny had stopped moving in The Maze and was completely oblivious to the commands The Trainer was issuing. It was all he could do to squat on the floor and cry into his mask. Lori was surprised when her private cell phone recieved a text message. Very few people knew this number. After reading the message she grabbed her husband and the two ran into the control room. "It's a good thing the computer went to safe mode and sent off the warning message to you, he could have been seriously hurt if the maze ha continued without his moving." Harold said as the two entered the control room. "Yeah but what happened? Did the speakers in the mask fail?" Lori asked. "Lets see," Harold said as he activated the alarm sound from the speakers. They saw from the control room that Johnny put his hands to his head upon hearing the noise but continued to squat on the floor. Harold looked back through the log of events, Johnny had followed instructions exactly at first but then a few hours into it began slowing down. an missing instructions. Shortly after that he ha just stopped. Lori began dressing up in the trainer outfit. "I'm sure he's exhausted but a slave must obey regardless as long as they have the means to. If he's not passed out he should be following orders." She said as she draped the dark cloak on her shoulders. Harold continued looking at the log as his wife finished putting the outfit. on. "Hold on dear," Harold said, "He's been saying something." "What?" "For the last five minutes he's been constantly saying the word 'daddy'." "What do you think it means?" Lori asked. "I don't know but maybe the mask was too much psychological torture for him, we need to be very careful now, maybe call in a professional to help us design the rest of his training." "Fine, until we know more we'll put him to sleep for a bit and remove the mask." Lori conceded. Johnny was startled to feel a sharp pain in his arm and then felt a feeling of extreme relaxation come over him. The last thing he remembered was being carried somewhere. ****** "We just don't know enough to make any decisions. According to the file his father disappeared over six months ago and hasn't been seen or heard from since. His mom is an alky, the police have been to the house for various reasons two dozen times and his brother Tim is still in training at the camp." Harold and Lori looked at each other as the man from the Slave Training Institute's Investigation Department read his report. The man continued, "As far as I can tell there was no abuse within the family except between the brothers. Based on interviews with his brother, Johnny was extremely close to his father. It actually looks like the mother was having an affair and the father found out, it also appears there may have been foul play on the part of the mother and her boyfriend." "Did the mother ever call the police when her sons never came home?" Harold asked. "No, it's kinda funny actually," the man chuckled, "After we received Tim we sent some people to her house. They convinced her that her sons were removed from the home and sent to foster care. She never even bothered to try and get them back. As far as I can tell they were lucky to be turned into slaves." "But what about Johnny? We can't continue his training if it might permanently hurt him," Lori interjected, "and we certainly can't let him go home." "In my expert opinion I'd let his training continue but only if it were administered by someone he cares about and feels safe and comfortable with." "Well, I guess that means The Trainers out." Lori said. "What about Jenny?" Harold asked. "What do you mean Jenny?" "Well, her training is basically over, and it was always the plan to have her become a dominatrix. Maybe we should let her take on her new role a little sooner." "That's not a bad idea, she did seem to naturally fall into it when we were in the mall and Johnny really does like her." "Then it sounds like you have a great plan ahead," the investigator said, "If you guys need anything else feel free to call the Institute." As the investigator left Harold and Lori looked at each other. "She's going to be so excited about all this," Lori said, "But let's let her sleep for now and tell her in the morning." The next morning Jenny woke up and rubbed her eyes. She stopped suddenly and looked at her hands in disbelief. This was the first time in over two years that she had woken up and not had to wait to be unchained from her bed. She cautiously sat up and looked at her feet. They had also been released during the night. Jenny was extremely confused and didn't know what to do. "This has to be a test of some sort," she thought to herself, "They want to see if I'll get out of bed without permission." Jenny lay back down and waited. A few minutes later her mom came into the room. Jenny sprang out of bed and bowed at her mother's feet. "Get up Jenny, things are going to change." Jenny was unsure what that meant but reluctantly followed her mom out of the room. She followed her mom down into the dungeon, fear growing inside her. Her mother stopped at the bottom of the stairs and unlocked a door. Jenny had never been into this room and nervously followed her mom in. Jenny was surprised to see a room full of computers and monitors. On the monitors she saw many parts of the dungeon which she had already been in and a few she didn't recognize. She was surprised that all these rooms were under her own home. In the corner she saw the outfit worn by The Trainer. Jenny shivered at the site of it. Jenny's dad knelt beside the girl and unlocked her chastity belt. Jenny was surprised as the device was removed and even more surprised when her mom helped her put on a bathrobe. It was very unusual for her to wear clothes at home. "Have a seat." Jenny's mom said, pointing to a nearby chair. Jenny sat and faced her mom and dad as they took seats by the bank of monitors and computers. "This is a very important day for you. First of all, The Trainer," her father started, referring to the outfit in the corner, "isn't something you need to fear anymore, it was your mom and I the whole time. We did it for the benefit of your training." Jenny felt funny sitting in the chair, she realized it was the first time in two years that she had been completely free of any bondage. "You've become a perfect slave over the last two years," her mother continued, "but in doing so you've learned much more. You demonstrated in the mall that you can be both submissive and dominating." "After the mall incident, we began training Johnny ourselves," Harold said. Jenny gasped at the mention of Johnny, not a day had gone by that she hadn't thought of the young boy. "But we can't finish his training, it's a very delicate situation," Lori finished. "Is he okay? Did something happen?" Jenny asked with a worried tone. "He's fine," Lori said as Harold pulled up the small cell Johnny was in on a monitor. "We want you to take over training him. You're no longer our slave, from now on you will be a trainer like us. Jenny seemed unsure, "What if I need to be disciplined? Not all of it was so bad, some of it was fun." "We can still have fun together but from now on all your bondage will be voluntary." Lori told her daughter. "Don't worry, for now we want you to watch the videos we have of Johnny's training so far and go introduce yourself to him as his new mistress, also The Trainer can always come help you but we'd prefer you handle as much as possible on your own. Jenny spent most of the day watching the training videos from the control room, frequently looking over at the boy on the monitor. She noted he slept most of the time, only getting up when food was sent into his cell and frequently repeating the word "Daddy", After many hours of watching the videos Jenny felt she understood the situation and was ready to go see Johnny herself. Jenny stood up from the monitor and found that while her mom had brought in an outfit to wear during the day. Jenny took a look at the outfit. It was a one piece black leather catsuit that cut down low over her tiny chest. It had no sleeves and tight fitting full length legs. To go with the suit was a pair of knee length high-heeled boots and a thick leather belt with a riding crop hanging from it. Jenny got suited up and prepared to meet her new slave. Johnny was awakened by the cell door opening. He slowly rolled over to see a pair of leather boots. His eyes wondered up the shapely pair of legs. His eyes lingered on a riding crop hung on her hip, He continued his gaze up her slender waist to see the face he'd dreamed about many times looking down on him. "Jenny," he barely whispered. "Is that anyway for a slave to greet its new master?" Johnny quickly remembered his previous training and bowed before the young girl. "On your knees slave." she commanded. Johnny quickly obeyed. Jenny began to slowly unzip the front of the catsuit, revealing her undeveloped breasts and preteen pussy to the slave. He felt his tiny prepubescent cock become hard and rub the chastity belt he was still wearing. Jenny pressed the young boy's mouth to her pussy and moaned as she felt his tongue begin to work on her hairless lips. Jenny spread her legs wider to allow his tongue to probe deeper. She shuddered as his tongue found her tiny clit. Johnny used his tongue with as much effort as he could, eager to please his new master. When his tongue passed over the tiny button at the top of his master's pussy she really seemed to enjoy it so he concentrated his efforts there. Jenny was amazed at how quickly he picked up what she liked when licking her pussy and how eager he was to do it. It wasn't long before she was humping his mouth, forcing his face further into her crotch. Suddenly she was overcome by one of the most intense orgasms of her young life. As she came down she saw her slave looking up at her like a puppy. "Good job, slave," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, tasting her juices on his lips. She then bent down and placed a collar and leash on the slave. "Come!" she commanded. Johnny eagerly followed her out into the rest of the dungeon and allowed her to chain him to a frame. As he hung there in the frame he couldn't help but notice how painful it was having his cock rub against his chastity belt. He looked down at it, wishing Jenny would remove it. Jenny, seeing her slave looking at his chastity belt in obvious discomfort decided to have some fun. "If you're a very good slave you can get special privileges, like having that removed," she said, lightly flicking his chastity belt with her riding crop, "But you have to really make me happy." Jenny began gently rubbing his nipples. The stimulation made the discomfort his penis was in all the worse. Johnny moaned at the feelings, closing his eyes. Jenny stopped and Johnny opened his eyes just in time to see Jenny swing the riding crop and bring it down across both his nipples. Johnny screamed in pain. Jenny waited for her slave to calm down before giving further instructions. "Slave, no matter how much discomfort you're in you need to be sure you're pleasing your master as much as possible at all times. Whether your master is giving you pleasure or pain, you need to be sure to thank them for the attention they're giving you." She brought the riding crop down on his chest again, lighter this time. "Thank you mistress." "Good slave," Jenny said, "maybe a small reward can be worked out." Johnny's prick grew rock hard as he felt her remove his chastity device and felt Jenny begin to fondle his tiny cock. Johnny was in heaven but had the presence of mind to thank her. As the slave neared his climax he was disappointed when she suddenly quit. Knowing better than to try and force her to continue. He watched desperately as she walked across the room to a cabinet, pulled some items out, and returned to stand in front of him. Jenny knelt in front of the boy and once again began fondling his genitals. With her other hand she began caressing his chest. Johnny again began to near a climax as Jenny stopped fondling his balls and began instead to caress both his nipples. His erection stayed and he felt so close to orgasm, if only she'd rub him down there a little longer. His hips humped the air in futility as both his nipples became hard. Suddenly Jenny stopped rubbing his nipples and was holding two metal devices in front of him. He tried to figure out what they were as she lowered them to his erect nipples and let the nipple clamps slam shut on his sensitive nipples. Pain shot through his body, and much to his surprise he found himself in the middle of a very powerful and long orgasm. Jenny waited for her slave to settle down before talking. "I'm glad you enjoyed your orgasm but you need to learn that a slave cannot have an orgasm without permission," Jenny said, "I'll be lenient this time since it's our first day training." Jenny went back to the cupboard and removed some small weights. Hanging them on her slave's nipple clamps she watched as he gritted his teeth against the pain. "I'll see you tomorrow slave," Jenny said a she headed out of the dungeon. "Th-thank y-you mistress," she heard her slave say as she left. From the control room Lori and Harold watched their daughter end her first training session with her slave, more confident than ever that they had made the right choice about letting Jenny train Johnny. As Jenny climbed into bed that night she felt funny. During the day her parents had filled her closet with more normal clothes. She had put on a baby doll nightie for bed but found it strange. After tossing and turning for an hour Jenny got out of bed, shed the nightie, and put a pair of handcuffs on herself. She climbed back into bed and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of the great things she can do with Johnny as her personal slave.

AUTOMATION BY MASTER CHRIS Part 3 That same week in Houston, Texas at APC number 1155198 a fifteen year old Elizabeth Allen entered the receiving area with her mother firmly holding her by the arm. Elizabeth was the picture of Texas pretty; 5'2", 105lbs with light blond hair and a tight athletic build that being on the cheerleader squad helped keep in shape. This was Liz's 4th visit to an APC. The first time had happened when they were quite new when she was twelve. It had been a private punishment with her Mom in attendance and it had been awful. She had managed to avoid any extras and had been very obedient to the machine as it had made her strip and then paddled her completely nude body in front of her mother in the private area using a paddle on her buttocks, a strap on her inner thighs and a thin rod which had been used four times along the inside crease of her buttocks after she'd been spread out wide in a terribly humiliating position. She'd been good for months after that. Her next punishment was not quite so private. She'd gotten in trouble later that year for passing notes in school and the vice-principal Mr. Amundsen had brought her into the school's APC. It was less sophisticated than the public APCs but still had the universal Artificial Intelligence brain and the robotic components that were used for regular punishments. However, unlike the public APCs, the school APC did not have an "extra" room or a "public" room for punishments. Mr. Amundsen had first given her a very long lecture before explaining that she would get punished. Elizabeth had burst into tears. The idea of stripping bare for a punishment at the age of thirteen was beyond embarrassing it was awful. Nevertheless, with Liz still crying softly, Mr. Amundsen had lead her into the APC room located near the school office. She could see the huge robotic frame that she'd been introduced to only a few months ago. She was a little surprised that the preparation room seemed larger than she remembered. She had expected Mr. Amundsen to leave and lock the door behind her but to her horror, he did not. He locked the door alright, but with him still in the room! There was a console in the room itself unlike the public APCs where it was in the receiving area. Mr. Amundsen stepped to the console and punched in Liz's universal code. Once he had selected the school punishment that was appropriate for her, he sat down only a few feet from the spanking frame itself. Just like the public APCs, Liz was suddenly in the control of the AI which instructed her to undress completely and to stand in the punishment frame. It had taken every ounce of willpower and no small number of tears before she could bring herself to strip and stand in the frame. The punishment had been hard and fast and had finished with the frame twisting onto its back to leave Liz staring at the ceiling, spread eagled with her feet towards Mr. Amundsen. By that time her bottom was on fire from the paddling and a hard furious strapping and she was crying fully. You'd think the worry about being exposed wouldn't be foremost on her mind but the APC artificial intelligence brain kept learning with each new punished child and in the case of Liz knew exactly what buttons to push. As soon as she was horizontal, the frame folded and adjusted to pull her knees extra wide apart and back towards the sides of her body. With Mr. Amundsen looking on from near her feet, he suddenly had a view of every up to now private part that Elizabeth Allen had. When he could see absolutely everything, a robotic arm used a very thin strap to leave a series of fiery red lines up one side of her inner thigh and then up the other, stopping in terrifying fashion just fractions of an inch from her completely exposed and spread open pussy. Once it was over, Liz had been returned to the standing, spread-eagled position and had been rotated numerous times in front of the vice-principal until it had determined that Liz had calmed down from her sobbing. Liz had done everything in her power since to make sure she didn't get punished in school again. Visit number three had been over a year later when Liz was fourteen, this time once again to the local public APC. It had been a relatively minor infraction and, once again Liz managed to escape the dreaded "extras". This time though, the punishment had been made all the worse by the fact that Liz's father brought her and stayed in the private area to observe. There was something just terrible about being naked, spread and helpless in front of her own father that made the memory of the punishment worse than the actual day. She had tried to be so good since then but today she was in real, real trouble. The previous week Liz and her best friend Sharon had found out that their favorite boy band would be visiting the local mall. The two girls had pleaded with their moms to be allowed to skip school to see their idols but to no avail. Desperate to see the band, they'd concocted a complicated plan which involved forging a sick note. Unfortunately, such notes were now routinely double checked with the parents via voice and both girls had been found out. A quick conference call with the school and the two sets of parents resulted in a decision to turn the punishment over to the local APC rather than at the school because of the numerous additional extras available there. So, here it was, Saturday morning and both Liz and Sharon were being brought to APC 1155198 near the Galleria mall. At 9:30am, the receiving area was crowded with parents and their soon to be punished children. Liz felt sick to her stomach. There were several corridors leading off from the main door. As Liz entered, she could see a fellow classmate, Janie who was being led out of the APC by her Mom. Janie was wearing only a punishment smock. It looked like a large men's white shirt which came down just to the bottom of her buttocks when standing still. As Janie walked with her Mom, Liz could make out a flash of a very red bottom and back of thighs. Janie's face was beet red with her head lowered in embarrassment as her mother dragged her towards the car. It must have been a pretty bad session, Liz thought, just like I'm going to have. If she'd known what was in store for her, Liz would have known that her punishment was to be much worse than Janie's. Her father and Sharon's father entered at the same time, pulling their truant daughters along with them. The girls were told to sit as the two fathers checked in with an APC advisor and looked through the list of options. As usual, neither girl was consulted or informed about the punishments that awaited them. The first notice they had that their fathers had decided their fate came from the APC itself. "Sharon Caron," said one of the APC's many male voices, "report immediately to preparation area number 17. Sharon Caron, you have two minutes to report to preparation area number 17." Liz looked up at her pretty blond friend. The tears had been coming down Sharon's face all morning, indeed since the night before and she looked terrified. Liz gave her a quick hug. "You'd better run. You can't be late!" A moment later it was her own turn. "Elizabeth Allen, report immediately to preparation area number 6. Elizabeth Caron, you have two minutes to report to preparation area number 6." With a last sniffle, dreading what she knew would be a difficult time ahead, Liz dragged herself to her feet and moved towards the large neon "6" at the end of the hall. Once in the preparation room, the door closed and Liz shuddered as she looked at the punishment frame. "Elizabeth Allen," the AI had a firm older male voice, "you have two minutes to remove all clothing and jewelry from your person and place it in the bin provided." Liz started pulling off her sweat pants and flip-flops. They were easy and were immediately in the bin. Her t-shirt was next leaving her in only her white panties and her 32B sports bra. The bra was next. Liz turned from the frame embarrassed at showing her firm pale breasts as though it was looking at her. Liz was continuously embarrassed by her breasts. They were an ok size and unlike her friend Holly, were at least the same size but it was the nipples which made her feel like a freak. They were pale pink, not much different in color than the rest of her untanned breasts and they were really, really thick but most of the time, they were also inverted. That meant that instead of sticking out like normal human women, these nipples mostly poked inward leaving the tip of each breast with a hole in it. She could tease them to evert and stick out or sometimes they'd just do it on their own but when she would get into the showers at gym or anywhere else, she took pains to keep them covered or hidden as much as possible. Now, she felt like the APC machine itself was looking right at them, sizing them up. It made her want to crawl into a corner. "Elizabeth Allen, you now have only one minute to remove all clothing and jewelry from your person and place it in the bin provided." Liz jumped at the voice. She threw the sports bra into the bin and reached down to pull down her panties revealing a blond puff of hair which was neatly trimmed well inside the sharp tan line. With one arm over her breasts and the other hanging down in front of her she moved slowly to the punishment frame, put her feet in the circles and reached up to handles. To her shock, nothing happened! "Elizabeth Allen, you must remove all jewelry and clothing before presenting yourself to the punishment frame. You now have 15 seconds to remove all clothing and jewelry from your person and put it in the bin provided!" Liz looked down, frantic, what had she forgotten? Oh God! Her watch. Liz pulled desperately at the strap and threw the watch into the bin. "Time!" said the APC. "You have not undressed in the time provided. Extras will be allotted to your punishment." Liz sobbed. What else? Suddenly it occurred to her. Her earrings were still in her ears. A moment later, both were out and in the bin along with her other belongings. "Elizabeth Allen, you have one minute to present yourself to the punishment frame. Place your feet in the yellow circles and reach up to hold the handles." Liz rushed over to the frame and stood once again with her feet wide apart in the yellow circles. She wiped her face one last time before she'd be unable to do it again and then reached slowly for the handles at the top of the frame. In 44 one-hundreds of a second, the APC's frame had her secured. Bars with loops on them traveled upwards at super-high speed to the levels of her lower thighs. Before those loops had even arrived, other loops had descended to her wrists from the top of the frame and up to her ankles from the bottom of the frame. With a puff of compressed air, the loops all inflated and Liz was completely helpless to move. The front and back support bars moved comparatively slowly to rest at the small of her back and in front at the top of her hips. Once attached there was a moment or two when nothing happened then the frame was in motion. "Oh God!" Liz whispered to herself as the frame moved forward a couple of feet with her attached in a wide spreadeagled position. With a loud clunk, the frame stopped then turned 90 degrees to the right. This would bring her, she knew to the "extras" room. Punished children dreaded the extras room more than any other aspect of the APC. The robotic system had thousands of punishment combinations in this room that were at once uncomfortable, highly embarrassing and memorable. The exact list of possible punishments and possible combinations was not public knowledge but what Liz did know scared her silly. As her frame moved her into the extras room, Liz looked around, terrified. There were numerous robotic arms here and shelves and attachments that she couldn't possibly understand all of. All she knew is that she'd be sorry to spend any time in here at all. The frame stopped with Liz in the middle of the room facing a series of robotic arms. With a twist, the frame turned slightly and moved forward until Liz was directly in front of a strange low wall. It came up only to the level of her neck and seemed to have two holes for her breasts to fit through. Even though she was just a 32B, the holes seemed to fit her exactly. Liz felt herself being pushed forward until her breasts were pushed right into the holes. In this position, she could look down on the other side of the wall and saw that on the other side of each of those holes was a plastic cone of some kind attached to a robotic arm and other devices. With a whooshing sound there was some movement of the wall and Liz suddenly cried out as a powerful suction grabbed at both breasts and pulled her by them even harder into the wall. This was more powerful than a home vacuum and as Liz looked down in fascinated horror, she could see her light pink nipples pull forward and then with that weird inside-out feeling she hated so much, pop as each nipple in turn everted itself outwards to poke out thickly from her tight little breasts. Liz's eyes were riveted to what was happening inside the cones themselves. Tiny robotic arms with what looked like roller brushes were moving towards her nipples. There were three robotic brushes which were rolling a bristle-covered brush in a rapid circle. As they reached Liz's super-sensitive nipples, they grabbed hold of the nipple from three sides and pulled it hard away from her tight breast. As an often-inverted nipple, the hard button of nerves was much more sensitive than it would be normally and the sensation of being tugged by a bristle brush was close to unbearable. Liz shrieked in shock as the nipples were pulled out hard by the brushes. The tugging only went on for 30 seconds or so but it was enough to hyper-sensitize the thick pink nipples more than they were already. As the brushes stopped and Liz tried to catch her breath, additional tiny robotic arms reached toward her now angry pink nipples. With a squirting sound, the arms quickly covered each nipple in some kind of ointment or jelly and rubbed it in. The tiny arms retracted but Liz's breasts were still being pulled by the incredible suction. Nothing happened for a full minute or so before the import of what was going on occurred to Liz. "Owwww!" she moaned. The ointment was making her nipples burn! The suction lessened and then the frame was in motion again, pulling back from the breast-punishment wall. The vacuuming, the brushing and then the stinging ointment were carefully designed elements that would ensure that Liz's nipples stayed sticking out as far as possible and stayed quite uncomfortable without causing damage. Liz was sucking air now trying not to burst into sobs at the burning sensation at the tips of each of her young breasts. The frame moved backwards until it was back in the center of the room and twisted again until it was facing a wide range of robotic arms. Liz closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the frame start to rotate backwards until she was spread-eagled on her back staring at the ceiling. She was shocked to find the entire ceiling covered with mirrors. The effect was not lost on her. What was staring back at her was a naked 15 year old girl spread into a huge X by the punishment frame. Her dark pink nipples were sticking way out and her bare pussy with its trimmed muff of blond hair was completely exposed. With the mechanical and hydraulic sounds of the frame moving, Liz watched the frame fold itself and drag her thighs and then ankles wide apart and then back, back, back until she was in a squatting position, just horizontal. It was not dissimilar to how she'd be attached if she was giving birth. Spread wide and vulnerable. Liz watched helplessly in the mirror as a white robotic arm with numerous attachments slowly detached itself from the wall and moved with deliberate motion to hover just over her naked pussy. Looking down now, she could see the device's many attachments moving. What was it going to do? The device lowered itself directly onto her pussy and Ashe could feel it moving but couldn't figure out what it was doing. Unable to see the devices actions any more, she returned her gaze to the mirrors on the ceiling. The APC was doing something down there. That was for sure! She could feel rubbing and tugging down around her pussy lips, first up high near the bottom of her belly, then down along each of her pussy lips and even down below her pussy along the crack between her buttocks. The arm stayed where it was for almost two minutes before the arm pulled back and the frame was in motion again. As the arm pulled away Liz gasped. She had no more pussy hair at all! It was completely an utterly bare pussy. The device had removed the hair completely and had left no trace. There was no stubble, no little puff remaining. It was as though Elizabeth had never had any pubic hair at all. Five years of maturity had been removed from Liz as effectively as a time machine. Strange that tiny amount of hair hadn't ever meant much to her until it was taken away. Liz felt the tears start to trickle down her cheeks and pulled at her hands to try to rub her eyes. They were, of course, firmly fastened. With her hair now, gone the much younger-feeling teen watched the frame shift again as it pulled her knees even further back and further apart. Her pink skinned pussy lips separated helplessly before her eyes, opening themselves to the inexorable machine in front of her. Another arm was coming out from the wall now and Liz shuddered. Would it hurt her newly shorn pussy? The arm moved slowly down between her legs. It seemed to have some kind of brush at the end of the it. The object looked suspiciously phallic and Liz whimpered as it came closer and closer to her bare and spread pussy lips. The brush was only an inch from her pussy before it started to move down until Liz realized with horror that it wasn't destined for her pussy at all! The very tip of the long probe touched lightly at the very center of her anus and Liz's sphincter reacted by clenching itself hard against the threat. The very tip of the probe was cool and smooth plastic and Liz felt a strange sensation as it oozed a thin layer of jelly onto her tightly closed ring. It remained in place, only the tiniest tip of it, touching the center of her anus, waiting. It didn't have to wait long. The same irritating heating ointment that was still stinging her recently everted nipples had a much faster effect on her sensitve anal ring. "Oh my God!" Liz cried as she felt the first burning pulse of heat from the ointment down below. Her anus was as helpless to wink open in protest as it had been to clench in the first place and the APC knew this very well. At the first wild spasm of her anus, Liz felt the probe surge forward. The smooth tip penetrated an inch inside of her and held her anus now open. The probe beyond the smooth tip was very much like the bristly brush Liz had felt at her nipples. Every millimeter of it would be felt as a rough scraping sensation as it moved forward. The tip of the probe was now oozing a high volume of the irritating jelly as a lubricant as it slowly but firmly moved forward now. Liz cried out loudly as the probe slowly twisted as it slid in, making her feel as though she was being torn in two. In fact, the probe was quite safe and the APC had been carefully programmed to cause no permanent damage. However, it was also programmed with having this "extra" punishment cause discomfort that would last for hours after Liz had left the APC. The short bristles on the probe served to irritate the sensitive walls of the rectum as it moved forward. The felt infinitely stiffer than they actually were but the super sensitive nerves in the anus and along the rectum magnified their effect. The addition of the irritating jelly and the basic fear of the unknown served to maximize this particular punishment. The probe moved deep into Liz's belly, dragging its bristle body behind it and shooting the irritating jelly well into her bowels. The probe was only in her for a minute, or maybe two but Liz would later say that she was sure she didn't take a breath the whole time. As soon as the probe was out though, this changed. Liz broke into a huge sobbing fit, the burning heat on her nipples and deep in her bottom making her feel both discomfort and humiliation. She barely noticed the punishment frame returning her to the vertical spread-eagled position that was it's traveling state. The frame turned around and moved back to the starting room. Liz was crying too hard to notice. The frame turned 90 degrees to the right and with a whoosh, the doors opened and Liz's frame was moving along a track out in front of a public room full of people. This caught Liz's attention right away as she looked wildly around her. There seemed to be a hundred people, adults, children all looking at her and the other punishment frames out in the public area. Liz's frame made a slow parade tour around the track and as Liz started to realize her surroundings, she realized there were 3 other frames just like hers making a huge circular tour around the room. As they moved, the frames turned slowly to display all of her to the people in the room. At last the frames stopped in place and kept turning slowly around. The people in the room were only a couple of feet away and as she turned, Liz could make out both her father and Sharon's right in front of her. Beside them were several of Liz's classmates including Billy, one of the best looking boys in school. Liz sobbed to herself as she realized that he could see everything she had. Mr. Caron was leaning over to her father and pointing to Liz's crotch. 'Oh God!' she thought, they can see I was shaved. The men stood and moved off and as her frame turned, Liz could see that the frame behind her only 10 feet away from her held her best friend Sharon. She was, of course, also completely naked and as her friend's frame turned, Liz could see that Sharon too had just lost all her brown pubic curls. Tears streaked down her friend's face from the discomfort and humiliation she was experiencing. I must look just as miserable, thought Liz. In the frame just ahead of her a boy about her age was rotating slowly. Liz could see that he too had no pubic hair to cover himself. Her mouth dropped open as she looked down to see that his cock was fully erect and pointing upwards. Whatever had been done to him had caused him to be very aroused. Liz imagined that it must be very embarrassing to have to show a boner like that to the whole neighborhood. As the boy turned around, Liz was even more shocked to see something sticking out between his buttocks. It looked like a plastic handle stuck right up his bum, she realized. One by one, the rotating frames would take a turn in a forward area almost surrounded by spectators as the APC would complete their punishment. It was a good 30 feet or so from where Liz was rotating, being exposed to everyone so she couldn't make out exactly what happened as the first frame holding the boy with the plastic handle in his bottom move forward into the punishment position. She knew that she would be next. Liz could see the boy's frame moving and adjusting him but with all the spectators around him, she couldn't see exactly what was happening. She could feel herself trembling with the fear of what would be happening to her soon. Although she couldn't see him, Liz had no problem hearing him. The loud splatt! of something hard striking bare flesh came a moment before his cry. The strapping was very loud and this boy's sobbing and crying was pretty much continuous. There was a pause in the strapping after several minutes and Liz could see his frame moving to reposition him somehow then she heard something that sent a horrifying shiver down her spine. It was the boy's voice. It sounded like he was five year's old. "Oh please no.. Please no not that! Owww! Owweee! Oh please take it out! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Whatever they were doing to him, it seemed to have broken him completely. Liz felt like she was going to pee in fear right here in the frame. She was so scared she had almost stopped caring about being completely naked, bound spreadeagled in this frame in front of strangers. She could hear him start to cry now, just like a little boy. , There was a pause as his sobbing wore down to a soft whimper then Liz could see the frame moving again. He was being repositioned for something else. There was a whirring, ripping sound then the shriek of the boy as something made contact with him. Three more times the zzzzziippp sound of something whistling through the air and the boy's shrieking cry. Finally it was over. The boy's frame moved back to its original position beside Liz. He was not moved to a vertical position, however. The frame had him bent over at the waist with his legs held wide apart. As he rotated slowly, Liz could see his entire bottom was fiery red from some kind of paddling or strapping and, as he rotated directly away from her, she could make out two dark red lines straight down along either side of the inside of his buttocks, right near his red anus. The handle that had been inside of him was gone but she could see his bottom hole was an angry red from the treatment it had received. Liz was beside herself with fear. A sudden clunking sound and it was her frame in motion. The frame moved forward on the track, carrying her forward until she was in the punishment position. She could see robotic arms all around the punishment area and immediately beyond them were a throng of people. Liz's frame rotated her fully a couple of times making her completely conscious of how naked and exposed she was. Her nipples were still burning from the treatment they'd received and, surprising Liz, they were still sticking out. The lotion and brush treatment of her poor anus was still very present as it was sore and super sensitive. She could see several girls and boys around her age that pointed at her shaved pussy and laughed. Finally the frame stopped turning and an air of anticipation fell over both Liz and the crowd. The frame started moving, adjusting Liz's position. It rotated forward, pulling her over until she was bent in half at her waist with her head and feet lower than her bottom, leaving her bare, spread bottom the highest point on her body. Between her legs, Liz could see two robotic arms moving, each carrying some kind of thick leather strap. There was a pause then the sharp sound of leather striking flesh. It took a fraction of a second more for the sensation of the smack on her left buttock to arrive at Liz's brain but before she could even pull in a full breath to scream at the horrible fire sensation, the sound of a second smack arrived. This one came from Liz's right buttock. The fourth smack had already connected before the first shriek ripped from her lungs. The strapping was fierce and very fast and lasted for almost 5 minutes. Liz's buttocks were fire engine red and swollen when the strapping arms finally stopped. Liz was sobbing non-stop and couldn't catch her breath. The APC waited, turning her slowly so that everyone in the crowd could get a good look at her but also waiting until she was calm enough to experience the lst phase of her punishment. It also knew that as she calmed down the exposure factor would start to reassert itself. With its multi phase sensors, it was able to read Liz's heart rate, skin temperature, conductivity, iris contraction and much, much more. It was as effective as a lie detector and it knew the moment she started to feel more embarrassed as she calmed enough to remember about her complete exposure. It had waited for this moment and now sent instructions to the frame which held the teenaged girl. Liz felt her frame move again. She was still bent over but her legs were being pulled by the frame now. It was spreading them wide, then wider apart and pulling them forward to be beside her body. It was the same squatting position she'd been on in the extras room but now she was face down. She knew that anyone looking at her from behind could now see right up inside her virginal body. Both her pussy and her anus were completely exposed to anyone who wanted to see them. By looking between her legs, she could see that everyone was looking right up between her legs as she turned slowly. The frame stopped and the crowd hushed as another arm moved up from the floor to place itself between Liz's spread thighs. Liz's eyes were locked onto it wondering what it would do. There was a pause then almost faster than she could see the end of the arm flashed around. The thin black carbon fibre rod attached to the arm made a sound like ripping cloth as it flashed up between Liz's thighs to land along the inside of her left buttock in a superheated line. The crowd gasped but Liz screamed at the horrible fire sensation. The rod had missed her anus by about an inch. There was a pause of perhaps 30 seconds then the rod was in motion again. This time the line was drawn along the inside of the right buttock. Thirty more seconds and the arm was painting a line between her anus and the first line. A half-minute later and the third line was made by the cane-line device. This time it took Liz about five minutes to calm enough to be ready for her next stage. For those five minutes, Liz's naked and spread body was rotated slowly around to the delight of the crowd. The frame pulled her upright now and left her spread eagled again. As her buttocks touched each other she cried out. The swollen ridges of the carbon cane were so sore. Liz would be feeling those sensations for almost a week every time she walked. The frame stopped again. This time Liz was upright and the frame adjusted itself slightly, pulling her feet and arms backwards to arch her back, leaving her bare pussy, belly and chest pushed forward. Two thick white robotic arms moved up from the floor on either side of the teen. What else? She wondered. The tears had almost stopped but Liz's whimpering and sobbing continued non-stop. The arms paused on either side of her and then with a fast twist, one of them was in motion. The thin monofilament plastic wire attached to the arm was only a bit thicker than a fishing line but it was much stiffer and it moved at a phenomenal speed. The end of the line snaked across Liz's right 32b breast near the bottom leaving a burning red line across her previously untouched flesh. The left arm left a matching line at the bottom of the right breast. Liz cried as the arms continued. The next tiny thin stripe was near the top of her right breast. Then the left. The fifth line was just above the first, just below her right nipple. Then a matching line on the left. Then a line just above her nipple on the right and then on the left. There was a pause. The crowd leaned forward. It knew where the next two stripes had to land. "Oh no, please no," whispered Liz. It was about a minute before the last two wiry smack arrived. As predicted, the first was right across Liz's dark pink right nipple. It was already super sensitive from being pulled out and irritated by the suction and the brush treatment. Also the deep heating ointment was still having its effect and this was a nipple that was typically inverted, protected from external view by virtual of its tucked-in position. It was sensitive at the best of times which this was not. The smack on the center of that nipple was like liquid fire and Liz screamed at the sensation. The matching liquid fire on the left side pulled a second scream from her. If she hadn't been restrained, she'd have been in the fetal position on the floor, holding her breasts in her hands. Alas, this was not at all what she was permitted to do. Liz had been in the punishment zone for almost 20 minutes now and the punishment was nearing its end. There was still one more phase to go and the frame started to move to put the young teen into position for it. Liz was turned backwards until, once again she was looking up at the ceiling, much as she had been in the extras room. Her legs were pulled up, back and wide apart until evn her inner pussy lips separated to show the crowd everything. Liz wasn't completely on her back however, she was in a semi reclining position so she could see the crowd between her legs and the spread of her bare pussy. A mult-jointed arm rose up from the floor to position itself just over her pussy. A thin leather strap hung from the end of the arm. Liz was terrified over where that strap was destined. There was a pause, as always as the APC picked its exact moment. The arm twisted furiously in an almost too fast to see motion and the strap zipped through the air. The last few inches of the strap struck the side of her pussy, right at the edge of her thigh. Another swing and the strap matched the painful smack on the other side. A pause for a moment and the strap was in motion again, this time landing a centimeter closer to the center of her pussy just along the line of the previous strap mark. In all, there were six strap marks on the labia majora of Liz's pussy. By the time the last one landed she was a sobbing mess. The arm paused with the end part of the strap resting right on the center of her pussy. It lay over her exposed clitoris and inside her spread open inner pussy lips with the tip of the strap at the bottom of her pussy. Liz was sure it was placed where it would land next but she was in such pain from either side of her pussy that she couldn't even think of it. The APC waited until she was calm enough to be scared again of what would happen and then a moment or two longer to let the fear and anticipation build. The arm suddenly moved and Liz shrieked "No Please!" at the top of her lungs as the strap rotated vertically around past Liz's face and down towards the center of her body. The strap did not strike at Liz's wide open pussy however, The arm had adjusted itself a few inches lower as it rotated and the last couple inches of the thin leather connected exactly where it had intended, along her anal groove from just below her pussy with the very tip of the strap burying itself right into the center of her previously sensitized anus. The shock of the stroke took Liz's breath away. It took a long moment before she could gasp enough air to finally scream out at the pain. The punishment was finally over. The frame kept her in this spread open position and turned slowly, letting the crowd see the beet red swollen anus and the rest of her punished body. Finally, the frame pulled Liz vertical again and slowly moved her back to her display position. Rotating again slowly beside the boy who was still there, Liz could feel her tears and the snot from her nose running helplessly down her face and onto her breasts. Sharon's frame was moving now and, although Liz could not see her directly, she could hear enough to know that her punishment was the exact match of her own. The screams and cries from her best friend made her relive her own punishment, still fresh in her mind. It was another 20 minutes before Sharon's punishment was over and then another 10 while the last punishment, a girl of about 12 was strapped on her buttocks and along her inner thighs. Finally the four frames from this morning's public punishments were in motion again as they were moved back to individual holding rooms. Liz knew about this last phase. The frame placed her facing a wall with numerous cameras. There were several flashes as the cameras took pictures of Liz's naked body. The frame turned and there were several more flashes as the cameras took pictures from the rear. The frame moved again and Liz found herself bent over once more with her legs spread wide and her knees bent beside her. Several more flashes, this time of her completely exposed pussy and spread-open anus. Finally it was over. The APC had the punishment frame gently moved her to the floor and let made sure she was steady on her feet before releasing her hands. Her clothes were nowhere to be seen. As part of all APC punishments, the APC decided what level of clothing the child would be permitted to return home in. It had a full range of selections from a thin paper jumpsuit which would cover the child completely to the long nightshirt type garment that Liz had seen on her friend Janie as she had arrived at the APC today. The worst possible garment was what Liz found waiting for her today. It was like a hospital gown (another possible choice) but worse. It was thin cotton like a hospital gown but had a tie at the top of each shoulder and two on either side. The gown came to about the level her buttocks if she was standing straight up with her arms by her side but from either side, anyone would be able to look right in the open sides to see the sides of her breasts. If sh e had to move her arms or sit or anything else, she would be exposing herself almost to her waist. With no choice other than to go naked, Liz pulled the humiliating garment on and passed out the exit door to the waiting area. Liz's father and Mr. Caron were waiting along with several other parents. To Liz's horror, she saw Ms Wainright, her English teacher, in fact, her favorite teacher waiting too. She must have seen Liz's entire punishment! Sharon was out a moment later, also wearing the thin punishment smock that Liz had on. Her face was tear streaked like Liz's. The two fathers took their daughters by the arms and led them towards the building's exit. There was a last pause as they stopped at the front desk. Each was given a manila envelope. Liz's father opened his to pull out several pages of documents. Liz heart sank. She knew what he was looking at. This was a punishment certificate. The first page would describe the details of the punishment and show a full-length picture of the person both front and back. The next couple of pages included several other full-body or close up pictures of Liz including pictures of her face, her buttocks and her spread open position which left nothing to the imagination. The certificate would probably be framed and be left in some very public place of the house, she thought. That was what every parent did so that you remembered what you had been punished for. She could only hope that her father used only the front page rather than the more exposing shots. One thing was for sure, neither of these girls would ever consider skipping school again.

THE POMMEL BY MASTER CHRIS It was just rotten timing. I've never had a great sense of timing but this time not only was I the victim of my own demise, but this would change my life forever. I should explain. My name is Katherine Parker; Kat to my friends. I'm sixteen now but the incident I'm going to describe to you happened when I was fourteen years old. I'm considered pretty, I guess. I'm now 5' 2" high and weigh about 110lbs. My hair is a fine blond and my figure is athletic, I guess. I'm on the running team in high school. I wish I had bigger boobs but the "B" cup I've got are at least firm. With my narrow tummy, they look bigger. The actual incident in question started much earlier actually, as early as I can remember. My Dad is from the old school, you see. He was brought up in a time and place where spankings and corporal discipline were commonplace. When he and my Mom had me and two years later my younger sister Paula, this child- rearing philosophy was well entrenched. Don't get me wrong, we had a great childhood. We were raised in a very loving family where laughter and warm hugs were most common. That's maybe one of the reasons that when spankings did happen they were so memorable. There were two kinds of spankings in my house. The first happened on the spot wherever the infraction happened and at the first moment Mom or Dad caught hold of us. A firm hand would reach around your waist from behind to pull your bum right up high. Pants and panties would be yanked down regardless of who might be present and a flurry of hard spanks would have you in tears in seconds. When you were crying hard enough to lose your breath, it'd be over and while you were being hugged afterwards, you'd get a quiet lecture about what you did wrong. As I got older and better behaved, this kind of punishment became less and less common. On much rarer occasions, maybe once a month or maybe less, the second kind of spanking would occur. If I had done something really bad, then I'd be told that I'd be getting a spanking 'later'. I think I was eight or so, the first time I remember one of these. I had used a swear word early one Saturday morning and my Dad had grabbed me for what I was sure would be a spanking. Instead he paused then looked at me as though he was seeing me for the first time. "You'll be spanked later," he said. I was stunned. Spanking had always been 'now'. I didn't see Dad the whole day. He locked himself into his basement workshop where we could here him working on something. A couple of times he emerged to head out on errands but the basement remained closed. Around eight pm, close to when I'd normally be heading to bed, my Mom came to find me and put me into a bath. "Stay in here Katherine until I fetch you," she said. About ten minutes later, she came right into the bathroom while I was still in the tub. It was surprising because by the age of eight I was used to bathing myself. She made me stand up and then I blushed a deep red as she used a soapy sponge to scrub my bum, up and down the crack of my bum and then even up between my legs. I squeaked in surprise when she pried my still boyish buttocks wide open to ensure my tiny pink anus was all clean. Mom pulled me from the tub and plunked me on the toilet. "You'd better pee now, Katherine," she instructed. (She only calls me Katherine when I'm in trouble.) A moment later I was on my feet being dried by Mom with a big fluffy bath towel which she then wrapped me in. Taking me firmly by the arm, she pulled me out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the basement den still barefoot. My Dad was standing in the middle of the den in front of a large wooden contraption I had never seen before, but with which I would become intimately familiar in the years to come. My Dad had obviously just constructed the device. It was made mostly of wood and I could still smell the varnish he'd used. At the top of the device at about hip- height was a wide saddle type structure; a padded triangle covered in green leather. Below it on either side were beams with more padded leather and wide black straps of some kind. At the center was a series of gears and a pedal whose purpose I could only guess at. My eyes were wide open with confusion. I didn't know what to do or what this contraption was for. My Dad led me over to his invention. "This is called the Pommel, Katherine," he said. "You'll spend time on it when you need more punishment than just a plain old spanking. When you're to be put on the Pommel, you'll stand right here." He led me right up to the padded triangle until my hips were pushing through my towel and along one side of the thick padded leather. I was facing away from the room. "You're not allowed any clothing when you're on the Pommel, Kat," my Dad said quietly as he gently pulled the towel from me. I blushed a crimson red again as I was left completely nude in front of both of my parents. At the age of eight, I wasn't that shy about my body and goodness knows, I'd been naked in front of them many times. This, however, was quite different. My removal of clothing wasn't accidental or casual; it was deliberate and for the purpose of leaving me exposed in front of them. I had never felt as self conscious about my body as this moment. Dad gently pushed me forward with a hand at the middle of my back until my belly was holding all my weight and my toes were barely touching the ground behind me. The front of the triangle extended in a narrow curve downwards coming up to the middle of my chest and another smaller pad was adjusted to the perfect position for me to rest my head on. My bottom was already the highest part of my body and I felt very vulnerable up there but my Dad wasn't quite done yet. From either side of the Pommel, he pulled wide black cloth straps made out of the same stuff seat belts are made from. The two five-inch wide straps criss-crossed over the small of my back and were secured with Velcro. I was now helplessly pinned on the Pommel. At my front, my hands were conveniently near a couple of handles poking out from the two beams on either side of my head. I had naturally grabbed them when I was bent over. The beams themselves were also padded and my forearms were resting on their green leather. I could see additional straps on the beams and my Dad now secured my arms to them with narrow but firm straps at my wrists and then just below and above my elbows. He moved in a slow deliberate fashion which kept me from panicking I guess. My whole front was now immoveable and I could hear my Dad moving around behind me. My legs were next and he pulled first the left sideways one to a padded beam where it was fastened at the ankle, knee and then at the lower part of my thigh. My right leg was next as he spread me wide open to fasten it the same way as my left one. I was completely and utterly helpless now and I couldn't help pulling at the straps, experimenting with how strong they were. There was no give to the straps at all. I was stuck in this position until I was released. There was one further refinement that made me feel even more helpless and even more exposed. Reaching down, my father pressed a foot pedal near the bottom of the Pommel's structure. Just like a barber's chair, the entire device pushed upwards a couple of inches. The device had come from a barber's chair, I would later find out and my father pressed it downwards several more times until my spread open bottom had been raised over a foot higher. My feet were now well off the ground and I felt as though I was suspended in midair in the middle of the room, my bottom held up and open for my spanking. "Ok Katherine," said my Dad, "double your age over the Pommel to think about what you've done wrong then I'll be down to give you your first taste of the strap with as many strokes as your age. After that, you'll be over the Pommel for twice your age again to calm down and think about the lesson." My Dad put a thick black leather strap down just in front of me on a low table. My eyes were glued to it. I could hear Mom and Dad walking up the stairs behind me, leaving me alone in the well lit basement den. I started to cry softly. This experience was completely foreign to me. I was scared. I promised myself silently that I'd never use a bad word again; that I'd be a good girl from now on. My eyes kept coming back to the black strap, thinking about how much it would hurt. I'd only ever been spanked with a firm hand before and, although I was always spanked many, many times, the thought of eight strokes with the strap had me shivering with fear. It was a good thing my Mom had made pee before coming down because I think I'd have done it right over the Pommel. Sixteen minutes went by at a crawl but once I could hear the footsteps coming back down the stairs, I wished it would have been longer. My Dad's feet came around in front of me and I watched as his big hand took the strap from the table. "Alright Katherine," he said. "It's time for your first strapping. I hope this teaches you a good lesson." Without further ado, he laid the end of the strap across my stretched buttocks, taking aim. The strap left my bottom and a moment later I screeched as a burning fire accompanied the loud cracking sound of the strap over my thin cheeks. As I gasped another sucking gulp of air I burst into huge sobs. "Nooooooo!" I cried. The pain was stunning. My Dad waited a moment or two until the full effect of the first stroke had soaked in and then I could hear the strap whistling through the air again. In real terms, it probably didn't' take that long. Perhaps five to seven minutes in all but it seemed like a lifetime until the eighth and last stroke had arrived. It took another five minutes at least until my crying had reduced from loud crying to a more bearable sobbing and another five minutes after that until I had gotten enough control over myself to get my crying down to sniffles. By then there was only six minutes to wait and I did it mostly in silence as both my parents observed without speaking at all. My bottom was radiating so much heat, I was sure I could warm the whole house. When my sixteen minutes of after-time was over, it was my Mom who came up to me first. She had a jar of cold cream with her and she gently rubbed the soothing cream all over my buttocks, along the crease with my thighs where at least one stroke had landed and then with a slow swipe up between my buttocks to leave me completely covered over and between my beet red cheeks. My father came up next and with another push on the floor pedal, the Pommel lowered until it was back in its starting position. Then my father gently removed the straps which held me in reverse order, releasing my feet first then my hands and finally my belly. When I was on my feet, I got a big hug from both parents as I professed my promise to be a good girl from now on. It was a sincere promise but as I turned nine and beyond on a fairly regular basis I would find myself sentenced to an evening with the Pommel. It didn't happen often, maybe every six weeks or so and, as I got older, the frequency gradually decreased. I don't think I was ever punished unfairly but I was a high strung kid and found it difficult to toe the line as much as my parents wished. I can't remember all the regular spankings I got while bent over by my parents but I can recite *exactly* the circumstances around each and every time I was put over the Pommel. It was also a time where, just like all adolescent girls I was becoming acutely aware of my own body and desperately wished it to remain private as much as possible. I wasn't the only one to enjoy the Pommel's treasures. I was almost eleven before I would see my younger sister Paula punished this way for the first time. By that time I'd been over the Pommel over a dozen times. She'd been a handful all day; a precocious nine year old and she just went too far being cheeky that morning. "You'll get your spanking later young lady," my Mom said as she passed sentence over my younger sister. Paula burst into tears. She'd seen me numerous times when I'd been put over the Pommel. She knew what she was in for. Paula begged Mom to spank her there and then but Mom was having none of it. "No Paula," she said. "You've gone too far and you're old enough to know better. You can get a taste of the strap from your father tonight and see if that makes you any better behaved." Paula sniffled and sulked the whole day but it didn't make any difference. At around supper time, Mom brought her up for her bath and a half hour later, had her by the arm when she brought her past me towards the den wearing only a towel. I felt a pang of sympathy for her, knowing what she was in for but she really had been miserable and I knew she deserved whatever she got. "You can come with me too," my Mom said as she went past. I looked up in surprise. "That's right," said Mom. "Seeing your little sister get her spanking may serve to remind you to stay on your best behaviour." I stood up and followed them downstairs. It was the first time I'd been here in an observing capacity. I saw my Dad take charge of Paula, taking her by the arm. He pulled her towel off and then placed her over the Pommel. I could see he'd lowered it to match the height of her hips. It took only moments to strap her in and as my Dad finally stepped to the side to use the floor pedal to raise Paula's bottom up high for her strapping, I was absolutely stunned. I knew that I'd been spread open each time for my strappings but it was not until I could see Paula that I realized just how exposed I'd been. Paula's knees were pulled wide and with the extent that she was bent, the position served to keep her buttocks and thighs completely separated. I could see right up between her legs to her hairless pubis. Even it was slightly spread open and I could make out the lips on either side of her vagina and the pink virginal inner walls. Slightly higher, her buttocks were also spread wide and I could clearly see her pink crinkly anus completely exposed. I was mortified and blushed a deep red right up to my blond hairline. I could see my Mom to my side looking at me and as I blushed she gave a firm little smile. She could see how much the sight was affecting me. It was time to leave Paula for eighteen minutes now and we all went upstairs to wait. I didn't have anything to say. My thoughts had all turned inward. I suppose I should have been more generous, thinking about my sister's impending punishment and how much she'd be hurting but all that I could think about was how exposed I must have been each and every time I was on the Pommel. By the age of eleven I'd only started to develop. I had tiny bumps where my breasts would eventually be and I'd been able to detect only the first fine wisps of blond hair along the lips of my pussy. The changes were intensely embarrassing to me and I wanted to show them to no one. I guess up until that day I'd blocked out how much anyone behind me could see but there was no blocking it out of my mind once I'd actually seen Paula in that position. It was time to go back downstairs and I watched slack jawed as my Dad strapped Paula nine times. Her cries brought tears to my eyes and I was genuinely feeling sorry for her but I also had a dark fascination with the view; her buttocks and the tops of the thighs becoming a deep red while the fine line up between her buttocks and down where her pussy was staying a pale white. A few minutes later the strapping was over and we all waited until she calmed down. After eighteen minutes, my Mom handed me the cold cream and I was shocked at how hot her bottom was as I rubbed it all over. Just like my Mom always did for me, I finished with a slow swipe up the middle of her bottom with my fingers running up between her buttocks and along the tight ridge of her pink anus. It was a disturbing sensation that for some reason sent a rush of excitement up my spine. I stepped back to let my Dad lower and then unfasten Paula. It was the first but by no means the last time I would see her punished. TWe weren't always present when the other would be over the Pommel but it happened more often than not. From that moment forward though, I think the most intense part of my punishment was the exposure. I was developing normally as a young girl and I knew how much it bothered Paula when she started to grow boobies and got some hair down below. I got a bird's eye view of it as she turned eleven herself and then twelve . For me, there were a few moments that punctuated those punishments; a few moments that made those strappings stand out. The first happened when I had just turned twelve myself. By that time I'd been over the Pommel numerous times for almost three years. I'd had a bad day that afternoon. It was a Sunday and I was cranky. I had wanted to go to the movies with friends but my Uncle was due to visit for supper and Mom had vetoed my plan. My Uncle was single and usually a lot of fun to hang out with but, like I said, I was cranky. I stomped upstairs and threw something across my room in protest but, to my misfortune, my Mom was right behind me. "Right young lady, that's a trip to the Pommel for you!" she said firmly. My eyes flew open in shock. But Uncle Kevin was coming over. Did that mean he'd leave before I'd be strapped or that the punishment would be delayed until the next day? Unfortunately the answer was neither. I can remember as though it was yesterday that while my Dad and Uncle Kevin relaxed in the living room, I was brought up to the bathroom as usual and then brought down by my Mom in only a towel to fetch my Dad. I was already sniffling. I was completely covered by the towel of course but when my uncle's eyes traveled up and down looking at me, I knew that he knew that I was completely naked under that towel. I felt very, very vulnerable. The thought that Uncle Kevin would be able to hear my cries from up here in the living room was mortifying but I didn't dare protest. Mom and Dad led me downstairs and, as expected, I soon found myself firmly fastened to the Pommel with my "A" cup breasts hanging down on either side of the extended padded surface and my lightly downed pussy fully spread open by my wide spread-position. As often happened now, my growing nipples were achingly hard. Showing my erect nipples to my Dad really bothered me. "Right, that's twenty-four minutes, Katherine," my Dad said as he and Mom headed up the stairs. Twenty-four minutes of being completely naked and spread open like a medical experiment left me feeling very vulnerable before I finally heard them coming back downstairs. I was determined not to cry although I knew it was helpless. I was desperate that Uncle Kevin not hear my cries from upstairs. "Well you're right about how much she's exposed." It was the voice of Uncle Kevin! I was shocked so deeply I couldn't breath. "You can see all of her bits can't you?" Gasping in a huge gulp of air, I burst into tears. I was generally quite shy and the idea that all my up to now hidden charms were completely exposed to my Uncle was too much to bear. My father of course knew exactly what he was doing. The strapping that night was, I'm sure as bad as always, but the lesson of being exposed in front of another family member would stay with me forever. Well that was at the age of twelve and between twelve and fourteen; I'd find myself on display to family members other than the three of us three more times. Two of those times were with my Uncle Kevin and, as I was developing, each time seemed worse than the last. The third time was in front of my Aunt Sharon. She's my Mom's younger sister and lives on the other side of the country with her husband and three kids so we don't see her as often. Well, as luck would have it, Paula and I were acting out the week she visited when I was thirteen and Paula was eleven and she got a chance to see us both on the Pommel. She was very enthusiastic when Paula went first, talking about how embarrassing it must have been to be 'showing off her new boobs' and her 'little girl pussy'. I was standing beside her at the time wearing only a towel when she turned to me. "I guess you'll be showing a little more than that at the age of thirteen, won't you, you naughty girl?" she said. I blushed deeply. She was right of course and seemed tickled to make a number of comments about my body's development. It was mortifying. Before my strapping even started my Aunt got up close behind me. "Well Katherine, you're so spread open here, that I can see right up into your vagina. Your little pink inner lips are opened wide! And your tight little anus is completely exposed also. I'm sure this must be very embarrassing for you." She was more than right of course. I was horrified. It didn't get any better an hour later after I'd been spanked and had served my waiting time on the Pommel. My aunt decided she would spread the cold cream on my bottom and, for the first time, someone other than my Mom touched my naked body. Mom must have told her how she did it because she was just the same, covering first one buttock then the other and finally with a large dollop of cream on her fingers very slowly up and then down the middle crack of my bottom. She paused for a moment with her fingers right over the sensitive crinkled center of my anus so widely exposed by the Pommel's position. My whole body tensed up and then, I gasped as she slowly but firmly slid her middle finger right up my bottom as deeply as she could reach. I was shocked at the sensation. The finger stayed in a moment then pulled slowly from me in a slippery twisting motion. I was too stunned to say anything. Aunt Sharon was so excited over the effectiveness of our punishment over the Pommel, she begged my Dad to make them one and ship it across the country. He did of course, and my three younger cousins soon found out what punishments were like in my household. I know, I've been babbling on and on and that I promised to talk about the incident when I turned fourteen. I'm delaying the inevitable I guess. It's without question the most embarrassing moment of my life so far and one which has changed not only my life but the life of numerous people, some of which I had never before met. It happened on a Saturday. I was fourteen and a half and, while I was much better behaved, on this day I took completely leave of my senses. I'd been hanging out at the mall with my friends Karen and Sally. We had done a little shopping and a lot of browsing, just cruising around looking for our friends and classmates, a lot of whom were doing the same. We were heading to the bus to take us home when it happened. The three of us were working our way through the parking lot and I was playing with my house keys in my hand as we walked. Suddenly, I had a moment of craziness. As I walked, I let my home house key drag along the car we were walking beside. It scraped along leaving my mark on the full length of the car. Karen and Sally were shocked at how bold it was. Their eyes wide and we all stopped for a moment. I was stunned. What on earth had I done? The scratch went along the length of the car. It was like an out-of-body experience. I turned to run. We had to get out of there but as I turned I bumped head long into the chest of a man who had come right up behind me. It was Reverend Paulson and his jaw had fallen open in shock at the act of vandalism I'd just completed. Of all the cars, I could have picked, I'd chosen the one of a person I really liked, who knew me since I was little and who had actually seen me do it. "Katherine Parker, I can't describe how upset I am with you," he said sadly. "Karen and Sally, you too." My eyes filled with tears. What had I done? "Alright, you'd better head home girls. I'm going to have to have a word with your parents about this." I couldn't stop crying all the way home. I was inconsolable. By the time I got there my greeting was an angry looking Mom who didn't say anything. Clearly Reverend Paulson had already called. "Go to your room Katherine," my Mom instructed. "You can wait there until your punishment later." Still crying I headed to my room to bury my head in my pillows. At about eight, my Mom came to fetch me to bring me to the bathroom. Just like when I'd been little, she came back into the room to scrub my bottom and my still lightly haired pussy. The sponge was covered in soap but it was rough and scraped as it passed up between my legs and along my pussy lips and over my sensitive clit. I was made to turn around and bend way over with my legs wide apart and my Mom spread my cheeks with one hand to give my anus extra attention with the rough sponge. I dared not protest. Once I was wrapped in the towel, I was brought down to the basement where my Dad was waiting. He sat me down first on the couch and made me explain myself. What was there to explain? I couldn't answer for my bizarre behaviour but strangely, he understood. "Katherine, sometimes people will do things not because they're bad but because they were thought-less. You just didn't think. Well, fixing the Reverend's car is going to cost over 500$ so thoughtless or not, you can expect not only to get quite a punishment tonight but also to help pay for the damage with weekend work at the church for the rest of the school year." "Yes, Sir," I sniffled. It was strange but I was somewhat relieved that my actions would ultimately be forgiven. Dad led me over to the Pommel and gently as always, fastened me firmly in place and raised me up to leave me high and exposed to the room. He and Mom headed upstairs to leave me with my thoughts for twenty-eight minutes. The doorbell rang about ten minutes into my waiting time. My hands and feet pulled involuntarily against the bonds. While I was no where close to the front door and not at all visible to anyone who was not physically in the basement den, the idea that strangers were in the house was highly disturbing to a naked and spread open teenager. I could hear voices upstairs and I strained to hear who had arrived to our door and what was being said. Maybe it was just the paper boy, I thought. I sure hoped so. The balance of my twenty-eight minutes passed quickly until I heard the footsteps of my parents heading back down the stairs to the den. There was a pause with them standing behind me. I could feel the eyes moving up and down my spread out body and I squirmed at the sensation. "Well this is quite something," said a woman's voice. Who was it?! I didn't recognize the voice at all and this stranger was seeing every part of my helpless body! "Yes, I can see that this would put her into just the right position for a good strapping." I knew that voice. It was Reverend Paulson and now I knew the woman's voice. It was his wife. This was a nightmare! For the first time in my young life, my completely naked and exposed body was spread open and being displayed to complete strangers outside of my family. My hands and feet frantically pulled at the straps that held them even though I knew it was hopeless. I burst into tears and sobbed at the helpless feeling. "We usually get started with her strapping now," my Dad said. I felt the cool thick leather of his strap resting at the top of the crack of my bottom. The strapping was slow and deliberate. Fourteen searing strokes from the top of my well rounded buttocks to the crease between my bottom and my thighs where I would feel it for a day or two. As usual, I was sobbing uncontrollably by the time it was done, tears and snot and drool coming down from my face to the floor below me. As I came to my senses, I felt again the intense humiliation of being exposed this dramatically to strangers. They could see everything. As bad as it was, my Dad wasn't quite done. "Katherine, you've done something particularly naughty today so you can expect an addition to your punishment," he said. A fresh burst of tears erupted from me. What would that be? Hadn't I been punished enough? My father walked in front of me and held a new strap in front of me. This one was also black but it was very thin, less than an inch across. "You'll be getting a final fourteen strokes with the thin strap," he said. I nodded my head. How much worse could it hurt? I figured. I could see my father's feet moving around behind me. He paused for a moment then laid the end of the thin strap along just of my left thigh right at the point where it met my buttock. The strap raised and I realized a heartbeat later how wrong I'd been. The big strap was a searing pain but this was like laser fire! The shriek sprung from my lips before I realize I'd cried out. The strap wrapped around the top of my widespread leg coming a centimeter from my pushed back pussy lips and reaching well between my legs to the middle part of my thigh where, I would discover, it would rub against the other leg in a terribly uncomfortable sensation for a couple of days. A second line of liquid fire struck down my thigh a couple of inches from the first. In all, there were five strokes down one thigh then Dad shifted positions to my other side to leave another five strokes down the other thigh. I could count. There were four strokes left. I could feel Dad move to my side, he was standing facing towards the room from right near my armpit. What did this mean? Would he strap my bare back? The truth was much worse. With a wicked swing, the thin strap came down at an angle, perfectly targeted to leave it's red line of fire vertically along the inside curve of my widespread left buttock ending at the top of my thigh again. This previously unvisited white flesh caused me to howl in protest. A move to my other side and another line of fire; this one vertically along the inside curve of my right buttock. There were two more strokes to go and my father had decided before he started where they were destined. The final two came quickly, one after the other. They were sharp, searing strikes, with the tip of the strap moving at a blinding speed. To my horror, they were straight down the middle of my widespread crack. The strap connected perfectly at the top of my crease and the tip, again perfectly targeted buried itself into the center of my pink crinkled anus. Despite the tight bonds, my hips flopped up and down as I tried to pull my hands and feet out of the straps, desperate to reach my tortured bottom hole. It was all in vain. I couldn't even hear myself crying but I'm sure I was. I know I'd generated quite a pool of tears below me when I finally calmed enough to realize where I was and get a renewed sense of modesty at being naked in front of the Reverend and his wife. I had waiting time of course, twenty-eight minutes almost all of which I used just trying to regain some semblance of composure. As bad as it was, it wasn't the worst. When I was finally taken off the Pommel, the Reverend and Mrs. Paulson were still there. I was directed to stay standing in the middle of the room with my hands on my head as I apologized to them and then was left standing there as they picked up a conversation that had obviously started upstairs. I was mortified. Both the Reverend and Mrs. Paulson kept looking over at my naked body. It was facing them directly and if anything, I felt even more naked than when I was facing away from them on the Pommel. The Reverend was very impressed with my Dad's spare the rod and spoil the child mentality and was enthusiastic about other parents who had troubled teens who could benefit from the experience. They talked about the subject for a good thirty minutes during which I was left standing there, hands on head, completely naked, completely obedient. A couple of times in the conversation, this was pointed to by the Reverend. I was clearly embarrassed at being so exposed in front of them, he said but my newfound sense of obedience was able to overrule my natural desire to cover myself. Unfortunately, he was all too right. My fate was sealed that evening. Two weeks later, I was in the basement of the church on a Saturday night that was one of the worst of my life. My Dad was using both Paula and myself as object lessons. The Pommel wa there along with about fifteen or twenty parents of troubled teens from the congregation. Paula and I were stripped nude, put on the Pommel and strapped first with the thick strap and then the horrible thin strap just like the night after my vandalism adventure. We were left on the pommel for ages while the parents were invited to inspect my Dad's work by feeling the heat of our bottoms or the ridges left by the thin strap along our thighs and buttocks. My Dad took orders for Pommels from over ten families and that turned into a second source of income for us. Over the last two years, Paula and I have been in the church basement several times for 'training sessions' where we're exposed completely at our most vulnerable so other parents in the neighborhood can see how to strap their kids over their Pommels. That's where I am now. I'm sixteen now of course and Dad tends to delay my 'later' spankings until a church session can be scheduled. In fact, our Pommel hasn't been in our house for almost a year. He just leaves it in the church basement. My "B" sized boobs are bare and as I've developed, they've sprung two very thick, very long pink nipples. They're hard now with fear, as they often are just before a strapping. I'm firmly fastened over the Pommel and behind me a small crowd of parents and kids have arrived for the session. The kids are here as a warning to what might happen to them if they act out. The parents are here to see how it's done or some of them, I'm sure just to enjoy the sight of a sixteen year old teen being stripped and strapped over the Pommel. There's at least twenty people seeing me get punished and even so, it's a punishment I deserve. The Pommel has made me ever so obedient but there's always some trouble a sixteen year old can get into. There's no doubt the Pommel has made a big contribution to my improved behaviour since I turned eight. And there's no doubt that if I have kids of my own, that Grandpa will have to make a Pommel for my own house years from now.

CYNTHIA GOES BACK TO THE SPANKERS BY MASTER CHRIS "That's IT Cynthia!" said her mother, "I'm making an appointment for you at the Spanker's!" Cynthia's eyes flashed wide as she burst into tears. She knew she'd gone too far this time. Swearing at her mom was way over the line. Cynthia was a pretty 14 year-old and going to the Spanker's was the most horrible thing she could imagine. It was a punishment that thankfully didn't come around all that often. Cynthia had only been brought to the spankers three times before. This would be her fourth. The first time, Cynthia had been only 11 and she remembered the incident like it was yesterday. She'd had to sit in the waiting room with her mother for 20 minutes, waiting for her turn to go in and be spanked. She had been given a large binder of pictures to look at while she waited. To her horror, she found the album full of pictures in sets of four. One picture of a young face, the next of a bare bottom, all white and smooth, the third of the same child's face, this time red faced and tear-streaked and finally another bare bottom shot of a beet red bottom with clear marks of the hand and paddle that had made it that way. To Cynthia's absolute humiliation, she had been brought into a room by her mother who had then stripped her completely naked and then turned her over to an older man who had spanked her until she was crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath. The spanking had come in several parts, first by hand, then by paddle, finally with a wicked heavy ruler. For Cynthia who had never been spanked in her life, each of the sets was the worst thing she could have ever imagined and all three together had made a lasting impression. Between each set of spanks the man had made Cynthia wait with her hands clasped over her head, making her feel even more naked and preventing her from rubbing her stinging bottom. The punishment had satisfied her mother greatly and Cynthia had been incredibly well behaved for many months following the experience. The spanker had promised that if she ever had to come back the punishment would be even more severe and even more embarrassing. Unfortunately, Cynthia had found out that he had been telling the truth. A year later when she was 12, Cynthia had gotten in trouble again, this time for fighting at school. Once again, she was back at the Spanker's sitting in the waiting room and crying before even going inside. She knew what awaited her. The spanker had been a woman this time, large and intimidating and, once again, Cynthia had been stripped naked by her mom. Cynthia was just starting to mature at this point. Although her period had not started, she had conical bumps for breasts with always made her embarrassed. She really hadn't started growing hair down below yet like some of her friends but she had also become very shy about stripping anywhere that she could be seen. No one had seen her naked since the previous time she'd been spanked and, woman or not, Cynthia was reluctant to strip. It had taken a sharp word from the spanker before Cynthia had finally relented and let her mother remove her panties. Once again, Cynthia had been made to clasp her hands on her head but this time was a thousand times worse than the first. The standard first photograph was only of Cynthia's head and shoulders but looking in the camera's lens, she felt like it was photographing all her front and it made her even more self-conscious. Cynthia was dying of embarrassment and terrified that someone would walk in the unlocked door. Her puffy nipples had immediately gotten hard in the cool air of the spanker's office and Cynthia was sure that both women were looking right at them. The spanking had, as advertised, been worse than the first time. Aside from the embarrassment of being naked, the spanking had started with a blistering over the knee hand spanking and then switched to a terrible leather strap. The strap had fallen over and over and over again until Cynthia was a blubbering mess and no longer cared about her nakedness. In between the hand spanking and the strapping, Cynthia had been taught about 'corner time'. She had been placed, still naked, still with her hands on her head, in the corner of the room with her bottom facing outwards. She had been left there until her crying settled down feeling even more naked. The two women had talked quietly between themselves about Cynthia's behavior and different punishment methods as though Cynthia wasn't even in the room. The whole time Cynthia could only think about how her naked bottom was being looked at and how much it hurt. After the strapping, Cynthia was back in the corner until she calmed down somewhat and then the spanker had called her out of the corner. This time she was led over to a piece of furniture that she hadn't recognized. It was like a short table but with the surface on a sharp angle. Anything put on that table would have just rolled off, Cynthia had thought. The purpose of the table was made clear shortly. The spanker had led Cynthia to the higher side of the surface and had her step up to the table until the edge was resting just below her hips. A belt at calf-level and another above her knees had fastened her standing close to the table. Cynthia had been made to bend over until her tiny breasts were pressed to the angled surface and now she understood. This was worse than bending over the spanker's desk as she had for the strap. The angle of the table made her bend much further than 90 degrees leaving her bottom displayed as the highest point on her body. A wide leather belt had been fastened around her waist holding her perfectly in position. To Cynthia's embarrassment, the spanker had taken a moment to point out to Cynthia's mom how this position not only positioned her buttocks perfectly for the paddle but also had them spread naturally wide open for the additional punishment they had discussed. Cynthia didn't know what the 'additional' punishment was but her bottom was already stinging hot and she didn't want any part of it. The woman spanker had walked over to her desk and had come back with something from her desk drawer. "Ah, I see," Cynthia's Mom had said. From Cynthia's fastened position, she hadn't been able to see at all. "If she's back here, we'll use something a little more intrusive and quite a lot hotter," the spanker had replied. Again, the conversation hadn't made sense to her. Cynthia felt the spanker's hand on her left buttock. "Cynthia," she said. "I'm going to rub something on and between your bottom now which is going to have you remember your punishment for quite awhile. You're going to find it uncomfortable but I want you to remember that if you ever have to come back here, we'll use something much worse than this and we'll use it on and in a lot more of this sensitive area." Cynthia felt the hand pull sideways at her bottom, opening up the crack even more and then something very cool rub down from the top of her crack, down to the bottom, then back up again. She whimpered what was this? The cool object rubbed down again, pausing at her spread open anus and making her shiver and clench her anus tight against the sensation. The object was rubbed the full length of her bottom crack a couple of more times from the top of her crack, down to just before her spread open vagina before the spanker stood up. The whole exercise had taken perhaps 30 seconds and it was only a few seconds more before Cynthia understood. The cool object was no longer touching her but the sensations wherever it had touched her had gone from cool to hot and from hot very quickly to burning, stinging, fiery hot! Within another 30 seconds, she was squirming frantically, desperate to put out the fire along the crack of her bottom and directly on her anus. "It's jalapeno pepper," the spanker had explained to Cynthia's mom as Cynthia started to bawl in pain. "The discomfort is acute for the first 15 minutes or so, worse even than the strap. Over the next hour it will die down to a sharp heat but she'll be feeling it even later when you put her to bed." The spanker waited a moment or two longer for the pepper to truly take hold then lay into Cynthia's stretched bottom with a long paddle from the top of her bottom to the top of her thighs until Cynthia was a quivering bowl of jello with no fight left in her. Cynthia had sworn that it would be the last time she ever went there and that she'd be the best girl in the whole county to make sure. It had lasted ages and Cynthia's mom had been delighted at the change in attitude. Unfortunately, the memory of the spanking had gradually worn away and about a year ago, when Cynthia was 13 she had been dragged to the spanker yet again. This time the spanker had been a man and, given Cynthia's growth into a young teen, the effect of having to strip naked again for a strange man had been a good part of the punishment. Cynthia had, by that time started a light down of pubic hair and her breasts were now discernable in shape. Cynthia mom had to remove her new training bra when she was stripped. Cynthia had wanted to crawl into a hole when she had to stand in front of this older man with her hands on her head, exposing her naked body. This time, the spanker explained, she would be punished more severely and would be left more embarrassed in order to make a more memorable impression. The dreaded camera was pulled out but when the spanker stood a little further away, it became clear to the horrified Cynthia that the picture was of her entire upper body. Her breasts were now also going to be part of the public photo album. Once again it was over the knee to start with a hand spanking then Cynthia found herself strapped once again over the angled spanking table. She was begging not to have the pepper again. The memory of the burning juice along her crack was still fresh in her mind. Had she remembered though, she would have remembered that the woman spanker had promised something more embarrassing and hotter and more intrusive and if anything, the spankers were true to their word. The flash of the camera and Cynthia realized that this picture of her bottom would show more than red buttocks. The exaggerated position left her bottom spread wide apart and Cynthia knew from looking in the mirror that her bottom, her anus and a complete view of her young pussy would be fully displayed in the photo. Once again Cynthia felt her buttock being pulled to the side to more completely expose her from the rear. Her anus clenched in fear of the touch to come. The cool touch slid down and then back up her rear crack. Cynthia had half-expected the man to touch the object even lower along her virgin pussy but he did not. After a couple of rubs up and down, the tip of the object stopped, dead center right at the middle of Cynthia's clenched anus. Cynthia whimpered but she knew she had no choice about what would be done to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her mom's fascinated expression as she felt the object push with pressure right on her anus. "Oh no!" she moaned. The spanker pushed and pulled, adding a tiny amount of pressure on each push until Cynthia's anus couldn't resist. The object popped past the sphincter and then was held there a moment. The spanker twisted the object left and right then pushed and pulled several times more, pushing a little deeper each time until a full 5 inches of the thing were deep up Cynthia's rectum. Cynthia knew this would be bad. "Please," she cried. "pull it out!" Her plea fell on deaf ears. The object was deep in her bowels but she still felt it in her. "It's ginger root Cynthia," explained the spanker. It's holding your bottom open and your going to feel it much deeper and even hotter than the pepper you felt last time." Cynthia could feel it already and she started to cry as the fire built up quickly along her crack, hugely around the ring of her anus and also deep in her rectum. The spanker waited until the ginger had fully taken effect before taking up the strap. It didn't take long for Cynthia to be reduced to the tears of a 5-year old. After the strap Cynthia had been placed back in the corner, with the tip of the ginger root still sticking out between her red bottom cheeks. Another flash picture and Cynthia was the most humiliated possible. After corner time, Cynthia had been back over the spankers bench for 3 strokes of the cane. She had been sure the strap was the worst it wasn't. The cane was worse than the most intense fiery pain she had ever imagined in her worst nightmares. Once the punishment was over and the horrible ginger finally removed, Cynthia was again standing naked with her hands on her head and her red tear-stained face in front of her mother and the spanker. The spanker had told her mother that this would be the last time she could register for the children's spanking given Cynthia's age and 'development' pointedly looking at Cynthia's small breasts and light down of pubic hair. If she was to return, explained the spanker, she would have to schedule herself for a teen spanking session in the evenings. Cynthia had been warned that the punishment she had just finished was nothing compared to a teen punishment. She would be spanked in front of several others in a teen punishment, she was told not privately like this and the spankings would include a much higher level of discomfort. Cynthia had believed him and her behavior had been good as gold until now. Now she was on her way back to the Spanker's and she was sure it would be the worst ever. First of all, Cynthia had grown a lot in the past year and a half. Her breasts had filled out to a firm "B" cup. Her nipples were still dark pink but they were thick now and popped out a terrible distance. Even with her thickest bra, Cynthia's nipples betrayed her almost every day by sticking out like bullets and drawing every boy's gaze directly to them. The idea that she'd have to strip once again and show the big nipples to anyone filled her eyes with tears. Also, Cynthia's pubic hair was another source of embarrassment. Most of her friends had a dark, full, curly bush of wonderfully concealing hair. Cynthia's hair had followed the silky blond locks on her head. Her pussy hair was sparse at best not visible at worst! The pale blond hair was almost straight and really covered nothing. Cynthia's pussy lips didn't seem to care, they'd grown puffier this year and now stuck out so much that Cynthia never let them be seen in the locker ensuring she was always facing a locker or wall when she had to quickly change. Now, if what she had been told was true, she'd be stripped bare naked, placed with her hands again on her head to expose everything and spanked in front of numerous people until she hurt so much she didn't care what they saw. It was a nightmare of epic proportions. Cynthia's mom was already on the phone and made the appointment for that very evening despite Cynthia's tear-filled pleas to the contrary. Cynthia and her mom were told that the procedure was somewhat different than Cynthia's previous sessions. They were told to be at the Spanker's a half-hour early. Cynthia cried tears of terror for the next 2 hours as she waited to be brought to her doom. She knew if she tried to run away, she'd only get punished worse but the thought of going back to that horrible place was almost more than she could bear. Cynthia's mom laid out a simple sun-dress and under-things and told Cynthia to get showered and changed. Cynthia continued to cry in the shower. Finally, they were in the car and before she knew it, Cynthia was walking again, into the waiting room. Unlike previous visits, there were no other children waiting in the front room. Cynthia and her mom were told to wait a few minutes as this was Cynthia's first teen punishment session. Someone would be in to walk them through the new procedure. During the five minute wait, 3 different teens were brought in, a girl of 15 from Cynthia's school and another perhaps a year older. A boy also went through the room. His face was red and his eyes showed signs of crying already as he was led in by the arm by what must have been his mom. The teens entered from the outside door and were led by their parents right through a side door that Cynthia had never been through before. None of them looked happy. One of the regular doors opened and the man who had spanked Cynthia last came up to them. Cynthia's heart dropped. It was time. Once again, Cynthia stepped through the dreaded door and followed the man down a short corridor. There were 4 or 5 doors along the side of the corridor before it came to an end. Whenever Cynthia had been here before, she had been able to hear the muted cries of children being punished but this evening the rooms were all quiet. Several of the doors were open, showing the same layout in each. A simple armless chair in the middle of the room, a more comfortable chair across from it for the parent to observer from in comfort, a screen in the corner behind which your parent would strip you bare and the strange angled spanking table with several leather straps hanging from it. A desk in each room had several spanking implements laying on it. It took only a moment and Cynthia and her mom were being led into the last room. The spanker shut the door behind them. They were back in the same room where Cynthia remembered being strapped and caned last and having her bottom filled with the fiery ginger root. The man directed Cynthia's mom to take her behind the screen, strip her completely naked and bring her out again. Cynthia was sniffling as she was brought out from the screened area to where the man was sitting. Her nipples were rock hard and she was dreading the camera which would take a picture of her upper half, immortalizing the treacherous breasts forever. However, the man didn't have a camera in his hand. He did, as usual, take her hands and place them on her head. "You keep them there no matter what until you're told to take them down," he said. Cynthia was trembling as she exposed herself completely to him. "Cynthia," explained the man. This is your first, and I hope your last, teen punishment. Your previous three visits here haven't seemed to cure you of your naughtiness and I know you expect that this evening will be worse. You're right. It will be. "Up until now, you've been spanked in the relative privacy of this room. You've been seen only by your own mother and your designated spanker. This evening, you'll be spanked in a larger room where you'll be seen by several people. Cynthia's eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment. "You've had your bottom spanked and paddled and strapped and I know you've felt both a peppering and the ginger in your grove and in your bottom. This evening you'll also be both spanked and have your groove and your anus punished. If you try to resist any part of your punishment I can assure you, the punishment will instantly become much, much worse." Cynthia was sure he was right. No matter what happened, she was committed to follow every one of his instructions. She had no idea how difficult that would be over the coming hour. "Alright then Cynthia, we'll start as usual with a warm up spanking over my knee." Cynthia let herself be pulled over the strong lap and a moment later the stinging clap of the spanker's hand started to rain down on her bottom. The spanking lasted, as usual, until she was in tears. The man lifter her to her feet and again, placed her hands on her head. "You keep them there," he repeated. Now standing, he took Cynthia by the arm. "I need to go over the rest of your procedure with your mother," the spanker said. "You'll do corner time until you're told otherwise. Cynthia hated corner time. The idea of her bare naked bottom facing the room from the corner made her very embarrassed. Cynthia expected to be led to the usual corner of the room across from the door but instead was pulled in the opposite direction. Before she could even voice an objection, the naked teen had been pulled completely outside the room and into the corridor! Being in the room at the end of the corridor, it was only a step or two to the corner at the very end of the corridor and it is there that the spanker left her. Cynthia was mortified. What if someone came along? Who would see her? "You stay in this corner and don't move an inch," said the spanker and left her to return to the room. The door was left open as the man spoke quietly with her Mom. Cynthia was too preoccupied to even listen. Every breath of air in the corridor, every squeak from the ceilings translated to the horror that someone would see her. After a few minutes, Cynthia's heart rate had returned to semi-normal and her tears has stopped. She was sure her bottom was red but she knew her face was beet red from embarrassment. In the room she couldn't quite make out exactly what was being explained to her mom but a couple of times she did hear her mom exclaim "Oh my, well that should teach her then." And "Oh, she'll find that very uncomfortable, I'm sure." She had been in the corridor perhaps 10 minutes when she heard the two adults come out of the spanking room. Her mom spoke to her briefly. "I'll be seeing you shortly, young lady," she said. "I expect you to follow all of your instructions." The man walked her mom to the other end of the corridor. Cynthia heard the door to the waiting room open and then close and for a minute or two, there was silence. She had been left alone, bare naked, in an office corridor. The sound of the door opening made Cynthia jump. Her heart started to race again. The footsteps came to the end of the corridor and stopped. "Come along Cynthia." It was the voice of Cynthia's spanker. Her shoulders fell with relief. Whew still no one else had seen her naked. Then she realized come along? Come along where?! The man took Cynthia by her raised elbow and led her down the corridor back to the door to the waiting room. Oh no, she thought there's no way on earth she was going out into the main room! There might be dozens of people there! The door opened and to Cynthia's incredible relief, the room was completely empty. The spanker stood Cynthia in the middle of the waiting room for a moment. The sensation was bizarre. Here she was, completely naked, completely exposed in front of this strange man in the middle of a regular office building! The spanker stepped behind her. "This will help on this first time," he said. "Don't expect to enjoy this luxury again if you're brought back here again." The spanker's hands reached from behind Cynthia's head to fasten a blindfold around her eyes. Now her vulnerability was complete. As soon as the blindfold was secure, she was being led again across the carpeted room. The sound of a door again and now many sounds came to Cynthia. She could hear several voices, the moans of at least one or perhaps, two people and somewhere ahead of her a teenage girl's voice crying "ouch! Ow!" The spanker slowly led Cynthia forward then gently turned her around. "Take one step backward," he said. Cynthia did so and felt a table touching her bottom behind her. "Lift up," she was told. Cynthia lifted herself onto the padded table. It felt like one of those massage tables, she thought. Cynthia felt herself being pulled back until she was lying down. Her hands were taken from her head and attached with some kind of cuff around her wrist. A wide belt or strap of some kind went over her belly. Additional cuffs were attached to her mid-thigh and her ankles. There were at least 3 people attaching her, thought Cynthia. With her eyesight taken from her, Cynthia didn't even feel like she was breathing. Suddenly the straps around her thighs and ankles seemed to pull at her. They were attached to something. Cynthia felt her ankles being lifted, then her thighs pulled wide back and down. The ankles pulled up higher and then wider, then back too. The position wasn't lost on Cynthia. When the pulling stopped, she was on her back on the table with her thighs pulled down almost to the sides of her breasts and her ankles almost straight above them separated by almost 3 feet! Cynthia had never felt so exposed. She could feel the circulating air of the room touching her wide opened pussy and bottom. She knew she was showing everything. The hands left her and, for a few moments, Cynthia was left to calm down. As if! A few minutes later she felt a touch at her head. The blindfold was taken off. Cynthia looked around then, frantically, looked around in horror! There were many people in the room! Aside from herself, there were two other tables just like she imagined herself with the 15 year old girl she'd seen on one side and a boy on the other. They were as helplessly tied and spread as she was! To her left along the wall there were 3 other teens with their reddened bare bottoms on display and their hands clasped on their heads. On the other side were a number of chairs where the parents were sitting. There seemed to be about 7 or 8 of them including Cynthia's mom who were all observing and chatting happily amongst themselves. Cynthia's completely naked, completely spread open body was helplessly on display to everyone! Cynthia started to cry. She had never been so humiliated. The woman spanker who had once spanked her was now at her side. "Hmmm, embarrassing isn't it," she said to the young teen. "Well, we'll try to warm the rest of you up to match your blushing cheeks." The woman held up a tube of ointment. Cynthia's eyes grew wide. Whatever it was, it didn't bode well for her. The woman's fingers were in latex gloves like a doctor would wear. A quick squeeze of the tube and a bit of the ointment was on the tips of the woman's fingers. "Let's see if we can't make these warm," she said with a cold smile. The fingers reached for Cynthia's stretched-out breasts and rubbed the ointment all over the erect nipples. It took only a moment for Cynthia to realize that the ointment would get hot, very hot. "Nooooooo," she cried softly knowing there was nothing she could do. The woman had moved down between her legs now still holding the tube. Another dab of the deep-heating rub and Cynthia feared where it was going. A moment later she knew as the fingers rubbed up one then down the other inner labial lips. The woman's free hand pulled up at Cynthia's belly tugging the hood of her clitoris from the sensitive bud. A light touch and a tiny blob of the hated lotion was on the tip of her clit. As the free hand let go, the hood of Cynthia's clitoris rubbed back down over the blob, neatly spreading it over the whole clit and trapping the deep heating effects in at the same time. Cynthia started to feel it right away. "We're not done yet, Cynthia," said the woman. Cynthia looked down in horror at a very long peeled root of ginger. She knew it could be destined for only one place. "Oh please no..." she cried to no avail. The root disappeared from Cynthia's view before she felt it rubbing up from the middle of her lower back, along the crack, right up along the outer labia and then down the other side before centering on the young girl's tight anus. "I understand they used to use this on horses," said the woman. "It kept their tails up nicely. I'm sure it will have a similar effect on naughty young girls." The tip of the ginger was right at Cynthia's anus now and the pushing/pulling motion of it was guaranteed to grant it access. It only took a few moments. The woman timed it well, waiting until the winking anus relaxed then plunging half the six inch root deep into the rectum. The hot object was twisted first one way, then the other to thoroughly coat the anus and rectum with its juices before being teased the rest of the way in. A carved ridge in the end of the ginger prevented it from going further. The woman stood up and peeled of her glove. Cynthia was already squirming with the heat in her nipples, her clitoris and her anus. As the woman stepped back, Cynthia's evening instantly got a lot worse. Her original spanker was back and this time had remembered his camera. Cynthia's eyes flew wide! Surely he wouldn't... Her thoughts didn't get much further as the flash of the camera captured her body in all its punished glory. A number of pictures were taken and Cynthia knew they showed everything. Nothing was hidden at all. She looked over in desperation at her mom but her mom was just chuckling as she looked at the pictures being taken as someone beside her made a comment. Once the photo taking was over, Cynthia was left for a few minutes to let the ginger and deep heating rub take effect. Those minutes were devastating as the heat built up steadily in her most private of regions. To make matters worse, the 15 year old girl beside her was now being paddled by two people at once! The sound of the paddles and her cries made Cynthia feel even more horrible. In a few moments, that would be her. The paddling of her table neighbor stopped and now it was Cynthia's turn. With a male paddler at either side of her spread open thighs, Cynthia was being displayed again. Her spanker was back at her ear. "This is your punishment Cynthia. You should be making sure you don't come back here on a regular basis!" With that said, the paddlers started in. First one, then the other. The paddling was fast and furious and incredibly painful. Cynthia was in tears in moments but the paddling lasted almost 10 minutes. The spankers knew their trade. By the time they were done, Cynthia skin was sizzling to the touch and fire engine red from just above her knees to the top of her buttocks. With the exaggerated spread of her legs, even the area between her buttocks had been punished. Cynthia was crying so hard she could only sob and couldn't catch her breath. Finally the paddling stopped. It took a good five minutes for Cynthia's breathing to return to any kind of normal sobbing and another five before her crying had settled to a more regular sob. The woman spanker was back and pulled the ginger from Cynthia's bottom. She wasn't done though and another even longer and much thicker root was pushed right back into her anus. The burning of this piece of ginger was even more acute and Cynthia's crying started right back up. Another dab of heating rub on the clitoris and then the nipples and then two spankers started detaching the teenager from the straps that had held her legs up and spread. A few moments later, Cynthia was being helped to her feet and was standing along the far well, away from the parents. Her hands were clasped firmly above her head and her feet were directed to be placed far apart. Twelve inches in front of her Cynthia could see a laminated card with writing on it mounted on the wall. "Memorize this and don't move," said one of the spankers. The temptation to move was severe. The burning hot sensations on and in Cynthia's most sensitive areas were making her squirm. Still, there is nothing as obedient as a well spanked girl and Cynthia did her best to read and memorize the card. On either side of her she could hear the sobs and murmuring of the other teens as they memorized their cards. To punctuate their learning, the cries and sounds of whoever was being punished next gave them incentive. It was perhaps 30 minutes before Cynthia was again taken by the elbow and turned around. "Have you memorized your card?" asked her spanker. "Yes, sir," she replied. "Come along then," he said and led Cynthia across the room where the parents were still sitting in their comfortable chairs. Cynthia was led right in front of them with her hands still clasped tight above her head. She was directed to spread her feet more than shoulder width apart and recite her lesson from the card. Cynthia didn't hesitate. "I'm a naughty little girl who has been properly punished for her bad behavior. I was spanked on the bare bottom like a little girl tonight. Naughty girls like me get spanked on the bare bottom whenever they're naughty." Cynthia hated saying the words bare bottom. It made her feel so little. She had more she had to say and she knew it would be hard to say it. "If any of you ever see me being naughty again, you can spank me on the bare bottom until I learn my lesson. I will be obedient whenever any of you ask me to do anything. Any of you can bare me and spank me and put me in the corner like a naughty little girl to make me learn." Cynthia looked at her mom for the next part. "I'm really very sorry for everything I did and I promise to be a better girl in the future. I know you had me spanked on my bare bottom like a little girl to try to make me better." "Ok Cynthia, now turn around," said her spanker. Cynthia turned to face away from the parents. Again she was told to spread her feet wide apart. "Now bend over and touch your toes," she was instructed. Cynthia didn't hesitate. The spanker pulled her buttocks wide open making Cynthia blush deep red yet again. "The ginger continues to seep inside her rectum keeping it irritated and uncomfortable," he explained. "The effects will last another hour or so but she'll be tender there for another 24 hours or so." The spanker's fingers had been touching the end of the ginger root as he spoke, teasing the end of the root back a little deeper into her tight rectum before giving it a long twist and pulling it from her. Reaching a little lower, the spanker spread Cynthia's outer labia apart. "You can see the outer and inner labia are also red and irritated," he said. "That's due to the deep heating ointment we've rubbed there. It's particularly irritating here, under the hood to her clitoris because the skin traps the lotion there and continues to rub it against the very sensitive nerve endings in a tiny motion. The effects of the lotion are already starting to dissipate but this area will be tender for a day or two. Excessive rubbing or teasing of the pubis or masturbation should be avoided for a couple of days." Cynthia just closed her eyes. She couldn't believe how she was being exposed to her mom and worse, these complete strangers. The hands were up at her buttocks now. "The paddling here covered the buttocks of course, but also between them and along the crease between buttocks and thighs. As usual there will be slight bruising here but the most lasting effect will be the irritation of the buttocks rubbing together and the tops of the thighs rubbing against the buttocks. Cynthia here will be walking tenderly for the next couple of days." "Ok Cynthia, stand up and turn around." Cynthia did so, clasping her hands and spreading her feet submissively apart without being asked. "Thank you Charles. Good job," said Cynthia's mom to the spanker. He thanked Cynthia's mom and then led Cynthia out of the room and back to the original spanking room where she had been stripped just under two hours ago. Cynthia was handed her sun dress and told to dress only in it. She didn't mind. The thought of pulling panties over her sore bottom didn't seem attractive at all. She was allowed to put on her sandals then she was brought out to the waiting room where Charles parked her in a corner of the room with her nose in the corner. "Reach back and hold your dress to your waist," she was told. Cynthia obediently bared her bottom once again. Charles left the room and, for a few minutes, Cynthia was left alone. The door finally opened again and footsteps came to her side. "You can lower your dress young lady," said a strange male voice. "Turn around." Cynthia turned and blushed again as she realized that this was one of the other parents. She recognized him somewhat. He was the father of one of her older schoolmates who had been punished at the same time as Cynthia. "I'll be bringing you home this evening," he said. "You'll get a morning spanking over the knee from me before you're brought home. You can think of this as a final test of good behavior before your punishment is over." Cynthia's eyes were wide open. She couldn't think of what to say. Without another word, the man took the pantiless teen by the wrist and pulled her out of the room. The words on the card came back to her. She had promised to obey them all and to let them spank her bare bottom if she didn't. The punishment was finally over the next morning at about 9am when Mr. Johnson returned Cynthia to her home. Cynthia had had an embarrassing evening to finish her punishment. She'd been stripped again, this time in front of Mrs. Johnson and their youngest son Eric who was a year behind Cynthia in school. She had been put in one exposing position after another blushing the entire time as the three of them examined the effects of her evening punishment. When Eric had asked about the ginger in her bottom, Mr. Johnson had placed Cynthia on all fours with her head resting on her folded hands and her wide-spread knees holding her bottom up high and spread wide. Eric had been given latex gloves and a tube of vaseline and he had spent a delighted half-hour teasing his fingers deep into her rectum. It had been perhaps the most humiliating half-hour of her life. The family's digital camera had worked overtime, recording every inch of her exposed and punished body. The morning spanking hadn't been as painful as embarrassing as she lay over first Mr. Johnson's knee, then Mrs. Johnson's then finally Eric's. She had no idea how she would face Eric again at school. It was a humbled and compliant young lady who Mr. Johnson returned to her mom. As Cynthia came in the house, she realized that Michael, Mr. Johnson's oldest son was waiting to be picked up. Cynthia's mom had him waiting in a corner of the foyer wearing only a long t-shirt which he was holding to his waist to display his red and very bare bottom as they arrived. He was blushing bright red when he was told to pull his shirt down and to turn around. Cynthia and Michael looked at each other a moment then looked away, too embarrassed to even exchange greetings. Cynthia had a rush of sensation below her sun dress and realized she hadn't thought of how the punishment looked to the observers. For a brief moment she imagined what it would be like to be watching Michael's punishment and that started a flash of heat deep in her belly. There would be time to explore that in the future the not so distant future it would turn out.

THE TROUBLE WITH BABYSITTING BY THOM My friend Marsha and I hadn't thought for even a minute that we were into girls. But we had just turned 10 recently so we hadn't thought much at all about what we might be in to. Boys at that age are so strange that we mostly went out of our way to avoid them. We did have a crush on teen age boys that we saw in movies but none of the boys who lived around us were any where near cool. What we were in to though was becoming older so that we could become independent from our embarrassing parents. I thought that if I spent even another whole minute with them, especially in public, I would probably die. We thought that money was the key to being independent and Marsha and I completed a baby sitting certificate course so that we could get baby sitting jobs. The course was really easy. They taught you how to change a diaper and hold a little baby and when to call 911 if the baby stopped breathing or had drowned in the bath tub because you were stupid and left it there by itself. Those are the things that mothers expect if you are alone with their precious children. Anyway, after the class, Marsha and I posted our names and phone numbers all around the neighborhood where young mothers might be; like the day care center and grocery store and pretty quickly we got a bite. This woman calls me and says she is Mrs. Windsor and she would like a baby sitter. Well, don't you know I'm thrilled and I say great I'll be there at such and such and that there will be two of us but we won't charge you any more for two than we would for one. We just like to work together. When we turn up for the job, we find that Mrs. Windsor is pretty far out there. She's dressed like a guy and has really short, spiky hair. I think maybe it's a strange color like you see the punk kids wear but I'm not totally sure because it's kind of way too dark in her house. I can see that she has a bunch of tattoos though on whatever skin I can see on her arms and ankles. We don't dwell on her too much though because it's the kid we are the most concerned about but she turns out to be lovely. In fact, in contrast to the mother, she is just this really cute, normal looking, blond, curly haired little two year old kid named Molly. She has been fed. She is already in her pajamas. All she needs is a bed time story says her weirdo mother and then she will be out like a light. We couldn't have asked for anything more. So, Mom is gone, kid is in bed, sawing zzz's and we're not sure what to do next. My friend Marsha suggests that we should poke around in closets and drawers and stuff and look for weird stuff that Mrs. Windsor might have. Marsha says she once found a book about how a man and a woman have sex and make babies when she was staying with her cousin and her cousin's parents weren't at home. She says they had the best laugh about it. So, for the fun of it, we started poking around. We decide to start in Mom's bedroom because she was so far out there that we thought she would have all kinds of neat stuff in her room that we would like to paw through. It turns out we were pretty much right about that. We started in her closet and found a bunch of strange kind of clothes for a woman. That is they were mostly guy-looking clothes. It was obvious to us that Mrs. Windsor was more into being a guy than a girl. We next poked into her dresser drawers and we were surprised that we didn't find guy undies. In stead, we found really, really sexy girl panties and bras and teddies and stuff like that. And we found hose and garter belts there too, not one pair of panty hose so if she wore hose it must have always been with garter belts. I was beginning to feel a bit of a tingle between my legs feeling her underwear especially the see through teddies and the hose and garter belts. It was hard for us to imagine Mrs. Windsor in this sexy stuff under her guy clothes. There was another bedroom in the house that wasn't the little kid's room and not Mrs. Windsor's room so we went there next. Well, I have to tell you that if we were surprised about the stuff we found in Mrs. Windsor's bedroom, we were flabbergasted by what we found in this other room. First of all the furniture in there was kind of strange. There were a couple of really heavy wooden chairs with stocky legs and arms and thick backs. There was a bed of similar material that had a head board and a foot board with a bare mattress on it, no pillows or blankets or anything that would make it so you could sleep on it. All of the furniture was really marked up like it had had really hard use of some kind. Finally, one wall of the room was virtually covered with a mirror so that you could see yourself no matter where you were even on the bed. The room had hooks in the ceiling in various spots, some over the bed and some not over the bed and there were some hooks on one of the walls about three quarters of the way from the floor to the ceiling. At the time we thought this was all strange but we didn't make any connections to anything. We just thought this was all some more of Mrs. Windsor's weirdness. Since there wasn't anything else to explore in the room except for the closet, we went directly to it. Well, the closet was the most amazing place and it fully defined our lives for the next few weeks and our relationship with Mrs. Windsor and her little kid. I hope you don't think I'm wasting your time by going through an item by item inventory of what we found in there but before I go on with this story, I need to give you the bigger picture and then I can go into the details of how Marsha and I and Mrs. Windsor and the little kid all got involved with all of the stuff Marsha and I found in that closet and the weird furniture and the hooks all over the place that were in that room. The first thing we encountered were the boots and not far away from them were the gloves. Both were made of the most exquisite leather that Marsha and I had ever touched. The gloves were long. When you put them on, they went beyond your wrists as normal gloves do and reached up your forearm. The boots were calf length and had these amazingly high-spiked heels. I mean they must have been six- or eight-inch spiked heels. When I first saw them, I couldn't imagine how anyone would walk in them. When I put them on way later in this story and did walk in them, it wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be when I saw them this first night. There were two other things in the closet, a bureau and a book case. The book case seemed to have a bunch of magazines stacked on it so we went for the bureau. It had four drawers in it. We went from top to bottom. The first drawer had more hose and garter belts in it. But these were different than what we found in the other bedroom. The garter belts were all made of the same kind of leather that the boots and gloves were made of. The hose were all black, mostly of the mesh variety but some sheer. The second drawer had whips and switches and bridle crops in it. There must have been two dozen items of a variety of sizes. The third drawer contained metal handcuffs and leather wrist and ankle cuffs and ropes and chains. All things that you might use to make people helpless if you didn't want them moving about too much. The hooks in the wall and ceiling made a little more sense after finding this stuff. The fourth drawer had a variety of plastic things that mostly resembled guys' dicks. Most of them were attached to pants or belts so that you could wear them and apparently pretend you were a guy and had a hard on. Some of the plastic dicks didn't have pants or belts and some of them had two heads like maybe they could go two places at the same time. As we went from drawer to drawer we got a sample of each of the things out and lay them on the bed so that we could examine them and try to figure out what was going on here. Then we decided to go for the magazines. Wouldn't you know, they were the secret to everything? The magazines had pictures in them that demonstrated all of the items that we had laid out on the bed from the other drawers. To begin with, all of the people in the pictures were women. Some women seemed to be in dominating positions over other women who were in subservient positions. Mostly the women in subservient positions were either tied up in one way or another or they were kneeling or leaning over something with their bums in the air or lying on their backs with another woman squatting over their face or maybe sticking one of the plastic things in one of their holes. Well by this time, Marsha and I are really turned on by all of the sex we've experienced and all of the sexy stuff we've seen and handled and we've started to push our hands into the crotch of our jeans that we are wearing trying to get some relief from it. I can't remember which of us suggested it but we were soon naked, sitting on the bed with all of this stuff around us and pouring through the magazines looking at one amazing scene after another of women doing things to other women that aroused us to no end. We both lay back on the bed with the bare mattress, picking a magazine or two that interested us and pounded our pussies with our hands until we had come several times and were feeling a bit of relief. But not enough to put it all away and go make pop corn and watch TV. I know it was Marsha that made the next suggestion. She said she wanted to try some of things that she saw in the magazines and she wondered if I wanted to too or would at least play along. She said she wanted to put on the boots and gloves and hose and garter belts and see how it felt. And probably do some more jigging off. She also said she might like to try some of the restraints and maybe the whips. Oh, my, I was thinking. This was all quite a bit for me to absorb since we had just come into it all but I was certainly game. By some miraculous turn of events, I was more inclined to be the other player in the magazine pictures, the one doing the spanking or the stuff that the women were doing with the plastic dicks to the women who were tied up or tied down. We quickly went for the gear in front of us. We both put on a pair of hose and the leather garter belts to hold the hose up. Then we put a pair of boots on and a pair of gloves. We paraded in our outfits in front of the mirrored wall and I think we looked very sexy in them even with our little-girl bodies without any titties and our hairless, little-girl cunnies. It wasn't long before we were both ready to touch ourselves again particularly with the leather gloves on and when we did it felt really nice. At first we were masturbating ourselves with the gloves but before long we had reached over and were using the gloves on each other. I was beginning to worry about the time and suggested that we better put all of this stuff away before we get caught by Mrs. Windsor. Marsha though begged me to use some of the restraints on her and one of the whips or riding crops before we put it away. I have to say that I wasn't opposed to this suggestion and that in fact it excited me a great deal, I was just kind of worried about being caught. But my arousal out distanced my worry and I grabbed some leather cuffs for her wrists and her ankles and told Marsha to kneel down next to the bed. I secured her in the cuffs and grabbed a riding crop and began to slap her bare bottom with it. Marsha immediately said I was way too wimpy with the spanking and that I should hit her harder. I was being turned on beyond belief by spanking her and seeing her bound helpless so I was more than happy to intensify the strength it. A couple more whacks at a more intense level and Marsha was crying and begging me to stop. I did stop of course because I was really concerned about being caught by Mrs. Windsor with all of her stuff out and Marsha and I dressed in it. We were just barely able to get it all put away and get out of the extra bedroom when we heard Mrs. Windsor coming in the front door. Panting a bit, we were sitting on the sofa when she made it to the living room. "What, no television girls? What have you been doing with yourselves all of the time I've been at out?" "Oh, mostly homework," we lied. "We had a bunch tonight." "Ah, well that's good use of your time. My daughter was cooperative, I assume and stayed asleep after you put her down?" "Oh, yes," we said, "she was great. We'd be happy to stay with her again if you ever need a babysitter," I said in hopes that she would invite us back. "I'd like that too," she said. "How does Friday night sound day after tomorrow?" "Perfect for us," I said. "We'll see you then." ****** Marsha and I arrived early for our Friday night babysitting gig at Mrs. Windsor's watching out for her two-year-old daughter, Molly. After what we had discovered the first night we babysat for Molly, we were really anxious to get Molly to bed and Mrs. Windsor out of the house for as long as possible so that we could go back to the magazines and all of the nifty clothes and toys we found there. "Hi girls," Mrs. Windsor greeted us at the door. "You're early but I'm nearly ready to go. I'll just be a minute." Much to our amazement, Mrs. Windsor had a bath robe on that was mostly open at the front. Underneath it she was in her underwear. A fancy bra and panties, one of the leather garter belts and thigh high hose. Her body was really great looking, all tight and buff. Her breasts were small and firm. Her tummy was flat as a board. She had great legs, looking even better in the hose. I think it was the first time I ever felt my pussy gush. I had heard my friends talk about it but I didn't understand it until that moment. We followed her into the house and went looking for Molly. The next time we saw Mrs. Windsor, she was dressed like a man again in a work shirt and a pair of jeans. I was dying to ask her why she covered up that great body with those clothes and why she hadn't thrown on a slinky, short, black skirt and a funky, skimpy, blouse, some spiky high heels that would show off her great legs but I didn't have the courage. Molly already had her PJs on and after her mom said good night and told us when she expected to return, we read a story to Molly and she was soon asleep. Marsha and I scampered to the spare room with eager anticipation though no real plan about how we would proceed to explore this dark, arousing life style that we had stumbled on to. We immediately got out all of the gear that we had out the night before and laid it on the bed. Then we pulled out the magazines again to study them to see what we could learn. Marsha went straight for the ones where women were doing each other with the plastic dicks and she suggested that we try them. Typically, one of the women in the pictures was wearing the thing and sticking it into one hole or the other of the other woman. Sometimes the woman getting it would be on her knees, sometimes tied up and sometimes not, sucking on the plastic dick. I sort of wondered what the point of that was because it didn't seem to me that either one of them would actually be getting any pleasure out of that. Marsha disagreed. She said it had to do with the submissiveness of the act. That sucking on a dick from that position or tied up was being put down and that it was enjoyable to some people. That she was beginning to believe it was to her. At other times, the women would be putting the dicks into the pussies or in the back holes of the other women. This sort of made sense to me because they were getting loved up like a guy would love up a woman. All in all the pictures were so sexy that we soon decided to get undressed and to try some new things for ourselves. We put on the outfits we had tried on the other night, hose and garter belts, leather boots and gloves. We paraded in front of the mirror again and again. We got really hot seeing ourselves in those clothes with our little girl mounds and our little titty nubs showing and we were soon jigging ourselves off with our leather gloves. When we got a bit of relief by doing ourselves, we did each other. Marsha said she wanted me to wear one of the plastic dicks and use it on her, trying to see if it would go into all of her holes. I was pretty uncertain about how this might work out because the dicks looked so large and Marsha's holes looked pretty small to me but I didn't want to disappoint my friend who seemed to be getting more excited about this stuff than me. I found the smallest dick I could that was attached to a harness that would fit me and strapped it on. Marsha got down on her knees and I sidled up to her face and she willingly accepted my dick in her mouth. I thrust my hips back and forth like I was fucking her mouth and she bobbed her head in synch. She reported that it made her pussy tingle to do that but wanted to get to the other holes as soon as we could. I was watching her in the mirror while I was rocking my hips, fucking her mouth with my dick and I noticed she was playing with herself while I was doing it. She got up and lie down on the bed and spread her legs wide apart and said I should try to get the dick into her pussy. I asked her if her mom had ever talked to her about virginity and whether she knew if she still had the little piece of skin that covered her hole and would break when she fucked a guy. I said this is going to be like being fucked by a guy. I knew that mine was already gone or that really it was never really there. Marsha said that hers wasn't there either. She had fallen as a little kid and landed on hard or her cunny and had bled out of it. She remembered thinking she was going to lose all of her blood out her pussy and die but her mother had told her it was nothing and it would make her wedding night easier to take. I climbed up between her legs and held the dick in my hands and tried to guide it into Marsha's slit. She helped out by spreading her lips a bit and took the end of the dick and stuck it in. I kneeled over her and pushed it in and out of her like I was a guy fucking her. I had watched a movie of a guy fucking a girl that my dad thought he had hidden so that no one could find it but he was stupid and put it the same place my parents hide Christmas presents. While I was watching it, I imagined him watching it and pulling on his own real dick as I had seen guys do in the movie. That thought made me hornier than watching the guy fuck the girl but I remembered how it was done anyway. Marsha kind of sucked air when I stuck the dick in her but as I got caught up in the rocking and the rhythm of it, she did too and I think her breath quickened. Before I knew it, she was actually beginning to come from my fucking her but she was helping out by rubbing her sweet spot with her hand. All of this got me going too but in the position I was in, I couldn't touch myself and do her too so I had to put it off for a bit. After Marsha came and said we should move on to the next hole, she wanted to have her hands tied behind her back and lay over the edge of the bed while I pushed my dick into her rose bud. I liked the idea of this position because I thought I would be able to jig myself while I was pushing my dick into her. What I was concerned about was how we were going to get the dick into her little back hole. Had I seen a tube of something in the closet? I ran over and sure enough there was a tube of greasy, clear stuff that I bet was designed for making it easier to put these dicks into places that were small. Marsha bent over the edge of the bed and I bound her hands behind her back and greased up my dick. I also greased up my fingers and started out by sticking one into her back hole to get things started. We had seen pictures of this in the magazine. In fact, we had seen the women kissing and licking this hole first and then sticking fingers into it and then the plastic dicks but I wasn't up to kissing Marsha's rose bud just yet. I first put one greased finger in and then I ventured two of them. It was a stretch and I couldn't imagine how I was going to get my dick into her but I didn't want to disappoint my friend so I started to go for it. I put the head of my dick up against her rose bud and slowly began to push it in. Marsha started to make sounds like she was enjoying my doing that though I was imagining it was hurting her to be taking the dick in her bum. She asked me if I wouldn't spank her, please, while I was pushing it in and once I got it in, would I fuck her like I had in her cunny. Once I had gotten the dick in as far as I dared push it and was rocking back and forth, I gave her a few slaps on her ass cheeks. I might have given her more but I was totally beside myself by this time and had to touch myself. I got working on my cunny with my hand while I was rocking my hips and fucking my friend in her ass with my dick. Marsha was enjoying it too but I felt bad that she couldn't get to herself because her hands were tied. In a little bit, she began to beg me to get her off so I pulled my dick out of her ass and helped her turn over. Without really thinking about how I was going to make her feel better, I got down on my knees and pushed my mouth into her sex, looking for her spot with my tongue that I knew would relieve the ache between her legs. Once I found it, I licked and sucked hard on it and pretty soon Marsha was making all kinds of noises and coming again into my face. I was still pushing on my lips at the top of my sex and I got off too. As odd as our behavior was getting to this point, I was really falling for Marsha in a way that was different than our friendship had been up to this point and I was rally hoping that she was feeling the same way. In fact, I was thinking that I wouldn't mind at all using my mouth on Marsha's cunny the next time we were together away from all of these toys. Apparently, we had been making quite a bit of noise because who should turn up at the door but Molly. I guess we must have woken her up. "I'm going to tell my mommy that you are using all of her stuff," Molly said and Marsha and I caught our breath. "Gees, we weren't hurting anything Molly. We'll do anything you like if you will keep this a secret. How about some candy or some hot chocolate," I offered figuring that something sweet would buy her off, at least long enough for us to get out of the house. I just didn't want to get confronted while we were still here and maybe not get paid. "If you let me practice on the two of you, I won't tell my mommy about what I saw you doing." "Practice, practice what?" "Practice being a dom of course. Mommy is teaching me to be like her and do things to girls that like to be treated a certain way. That's what my mommy does, she's a dom to other girls that like it." I was getting dizzy with what I was hearing Molly say. Marsha was still lying on her back over the bed with her hands tied behind her back basking in the orgasm that I had just given her with my mouth and giggling over what Molly was saying. "Ok, I said. What would you have us do?" Sort of thinking what could this kid actually know how to do? How bad could it be? We would just let this kid do her little thing and then we would get her off to bed with a promise that she wouldn't say anything to her mom. "Both of you should lie on your stomach on the bed with your legs hanging over and I'll be right back. If you aren't in that position when I return, it will be harder on you." Gees, this kid was really getting cheeky but I wasn't about to not do as she asked so that we didn't get tattled on. I turned Marsha over since she still had her hands tied behind her back and then I got myself in the same position and waited for our little friend to return. I was watching the door to the room in the mirror on the wall and when I saw her come back in, it took my breath away. She was wearing the most amazing little costume. She was naked except for a three inch leather belt around her waist and miniature leather boots and gloves, just like the ones we were wearing. Her nipples were just like little freckles on her flat chest and her little girl mound was the cutest little puffy thing you have ever seen. Molly told me to put my hands together and before I knew it, she had secured them with a pair of hand cuffs. It was at that point that my mood got a bit somber. I didn't remember anything from our babysitting course that would help me in this situation except I did remember that you weren't supposed to lose control to the kid you were sitting. Molly picked up a riding crop off of the bed where we had put stuff from the closet and alternately gave Marsha and I a whack with it on our backsides from our thighs up to our backs with most of the emphasis on our bums. It didn't really hurt, she hardly had the strength to do any harm, and it just kind of stung for a bit. Except for the fact that I was kind of helpless to get control of the babysitting situation and hoped that there was a positive turn of events in the next little bit, I was beginning to enjoy the bondage and the spanking and I could see what Marsha liked about it. In fact we were whispering that this scene was really turning us on and we were trying to figure out how we could get Molly to rub our cunnys so that we could get rid of the ache. We were kissing one another and trying to hump the bed the best we could. I told Marsha that I loved her and that when we were alone again I wanted to talk to her about doing things together without all of this stuff. She said she felt the same way and would like to talk too. "Hey, Molly," I thought I remembered seeing a battery operated plastic dick in the closet. "Do you think you might find the thing in the closet that vibrates and touch our cunnys with it? We need to rub our cunnys here and can't get at them." "The dom is supposed to decide what happens and that's me. Mommy says whatever the subbie asks for, you never give them. You give them something else instead." "Right, but we're your babysitters here," I said getting really tough, "and we are just going to get up and leave you alone here unless you give us some consideration." It had just occurred to me that I could undo Marsha's leather wrist straps from behind my back and then she could overpower Molly for the key to the handcuffs and we would be back in charge. But that would be plan B if my request wasn't honored. In the meantime we might as well enjoy the moment. "OK, I'll get it." "Good girl or is it Mistress Molly?" "Mommy says we're going to be a team when I get a little older and then I won't need a babysitter because we will work together." I just imagined what a team they would make if you liked to be dominated. Imagine one of the domitrix being a three year old. Bless her, she came back with the battery operated dick and asked me where she should put it. Both Marsha and I spread our legs a bit and said right under us and until we said to stop. Molly started on Marsha and she came a couple of time real quick. Then she moved on to me and I was just coming the first time when we heard another voice in the room. "Molly, isn't it way past your bedtime and what have you done with the babysitters?" It was Mrs. Windsor and hearing her voice took all of the fun out of the orgasm I had just finished. "They were into all of your stuff so I thought I should practice being a dom on them. They just wanted me to use this on them after I spanked them." "Oh, they did did they? And what were you two doing snooping in my closet?" "Well, we were just looking around and we found this stuff and it turned us on so we thought we'd try some of it out and then Molly caught us" I didn't know if that tactic would work or we were cooked and Mrs. Windsor would report us to our moms, but really, what was she going to say, anyway? I was thinking that we just had to talk our way out of the house and this would all go away. While I was trying to twist my head around and talk to Mrs. Windsor though, she was undressing from her man looking clothes and uncovering the really sexy underwear that we had seen her in at the beginning of the evening. At the end though she also took off her bra and slipped out of her panties and then went to the closet and put on a pair of boots and gloves. She was now dressed, or mostly undressed as the case might be, like Marsha and I and even Molly. Mrs. Windsor examined the stuff on the bed and realized that we had used one of the plastic dicks. She wondered who had fucked who and I told her that Marsha had wanted to have it in all of her holes. Mrs. Windsor said I shouldn't be left out and should experience the same thing and that she would personally catch me up while Marsha and Molly watched her technique. Not that I really had any choice but I was getting excited about the prospect of Mrs. Windsor doing to me what I had done to Marsha and even the thought of Marsha and Molly watching me was exciting. The first thing Mrs. Windsor did was to stand Marsha up and lead her over to the wall. Undoing her hands from her back, she secured them again in front of her and tied a long rope to her wrist restraint. Standing on the chair, Mrs. Windsor looped the rope through a hook in the ceiling and pulled Marsha's arms up above her head and secured the rope to the heavy chair. She then took some ankle cuffs and secured Marsha's legs. Little dom Molly took the opportunity of Marsha' s helplessness to give her a few whacks with the riding crop. Then it was my turn. Mrs. Windsor undid my cuffs as well and reattached my wrists to the head board of the bed above my head. Placing an ankle cuff on each of my legs, instead of hooking them together, she put a long rope in each of them and pulled my legs up and apart by putting the ropes through hooks in the ceiling. My bum was pulled off of the bed just a bit, presenting both of my bottom holes upwards. I got so incredibly aroused being in this position and watching Mrs. Windsor put on one of the plastic dicks and watching Marsha, tied up helplessly watching me with envy in her eye and seeing little dom Molly whacking Marsha with the riding crop and studying her mother's technique. I just knew I was going to come a million times in the next few minutes if I could just get my pussy touched. The anticipation was just building and building. Mrs. Windsor started with my mouth just as I had done with Marsha. She squatted over me and pushed her dick into my mouth and thrust it back and forth a bit. Then she took it out and moved down to my middle. With my legs spread so far apart by the ropes, she was able to get a good view of what was going on inside my sex lips. She took three fingers of her hand and slipped them into her own pussy, making them wet and pushed them into mine. I was plenty wet to begin with and she smiled when she realized that I was soaking myself. She removed her hand and brought it to her nose, inhaling both of our scents, commingling on her fingers. Positioning herself over me, she entered me with her dick and began to thrust. It felt awesome having it there and the dick that she had picked had a bit of a nub at the top of it that perfectly lined up with my sweet spot so as she thrust in, it touched me perfectly and I was soon on the verge of coming. Sensing this, Mrs. Windsor pulled out of me and grabbed my cunny with her gloved hand, putting a finger in my vagina and her thumb on my clit and manipulated it roughly, causing me to start wave after wave of orgasms. I was panting, catching my breath but Mrs. Windsor had one more place to visit before she was finished with her dick. Lubricating it just as I had done with Marsha, she eased it into my exposed rose bud and the experience was such an odd sensation of pleasure and pain that I came again from it even without my clit being touched. As I was catching my breath from all of this, I realized I had to pee and it was getting kind of urgent. I announced this to no one in particular and Mrs. Windsor responded "Oh, terrific. So do I. How about you two?" she asked tied up Marsha and little dom Molly. "Yes," they both said. "There's been something that I have wanted to teach Molly about being a dom but I haven't had the chance. You two stumbling into my stuff has provided a great teaching moment for her." Mrs. Windsor quickly untied both of us and told us to take off all of the gear we had on so that we were bare assed naked and led us into the bath room. She asked Marsha and I who could hold our pee a bit, and I said I could. "Okay, then you sit in the bottom of the tub first," she told me. She had Marsha get into the tub after me and showed her how to squat over my face and then told her to let loose of her pee. Mrs. Windsor told me to try to see how much I could catch in my mouth and swallow, saying that it wouldn't hurt me a bit. I liked it a lot and I thought it was the perfect end to the scene that I had just experienced. Marsha got to have most of the fun with this stuff though because then she switched places with me and first me and then Molly and then Mrs. Windsor all peed on her face and her tits and her cunny. Mrs. Windsor told us there was one more thing we had to perform before we were done for the evening but she let us run through the shower first to wash the pee off. After we had dried, we went back into the spare room and she said that Marsha and I had to get her and Molly off. Marsha was to lie on her back on the bed and little dom Molly was going to squat on her face. I was to kneel and Mrs. Windsor would push her sex into my mouth and I would do her that way. I was glad that I had my hands free for this so that I could frig myself while I licked Mrs. Windsor's sex. Marsha later said that she played with herself too as Molly humped her little girl slit on Marsha's mouth. As I was doing Mrs. Windsor, I tried to catch a glimpse in the mirror of Molly riding Marsha's face like a pony. I think maybe we all four came at about the same time. I was really smitten by both Mrs. Windsor and little Molly and, of course, Marsha too who I couldn't wait to have over for a sleepover as soon as I could arrange it. I was hoping that we could all continue to get to know one another and that this wouldn't be our last time together. I wanted to learn more about Mrs. Windsor and her being a dom and what she was teaching little Molly to do. When we had all gotten sort of dressed again and back to kind of normal, Mrs. Windsor offered to pay us for the babysitting and wondered if we would be interested in doing it again. I spoke up and refused any money saying that we had let the babysitting get out of control but that we would be happy to sit again, especially if she were going to be home or be willing to play with us after she got home. "Great, how about next Friday night then?" she said. ****** Marsha and I couldn't contain ourselves for an entire week waiting for Friday to come so that we could baby sit again for Mrs. Windsor and Molly and so we didn't. We got together twice during the week at Marsha's house when school let out because her parents weren't home from work until after 6. It wasn't exactly the same thing as being at Mrs. Windsor's though. We didn't have any of the neat stockings and garter belts and leather boots and gloves or the strapons and other sex toys that she had. We had to improvise with what we had. And besides it was going to be a whole lot better with dom Molly and Mrs. Windsor. They were more experienced and would be able to show us stuff we didn't know. But Marsha knew that she wanted to be tied up really tightly and experience some pain so that her sexual arousal would reach its peak and she wouldn't be able to get off until she was completely crazed and begging me to frig her. Just hearing her talk about it made me want to touch myself. I couldn't wait to get started but I wasn't sure where exactly to start. Marsha suggested that the basement was about as disgusting a place as she could imagine and that it would be suitable for finding things to tie her up, hit her with and might even have something we could use as a fake dick in case I wanted to fuck her that way. I had gotten kind of into the strapon business as a way of fucking my friend but I didn't mind using my hand either or even my mouth. Having my mouth on Mrs. Windsor's pussy the last time we were over there was still on my mind. I was wondering why I hadn't gotten into this girl stuff before now. Though the bondage and the discipline was making it even more appealing to me. We went down into the basement to see what we could cobble together. Marsha was right, it was disgusting. I think her parents must have just thrown shit down there and forgotten about the place. They had a washer and dryer in a bathroom on the second floor, so there wasn't any reason to go to the basement at all. We found pieces of rope which would work for the binding and some paint stirrers that would make great paddles to spank with. We found some old leather garden gloves that would help make up for the long leather gloves that we wore at Mrs. Windsor's. There were some old soda bottles that we decided to use as dildos since Marsha really wanted to be fucked by something hard in both of her bottom holes. I told her to go wash them in the sink and find something to lubricate them with like the stuff we had found at Mrs. Windsor's while I got things ready down stairs. While she was gone, I managed to get some ropes over the floor joists in the basement and had them dangling down, waiting for Marsha. I had found a black clothe bag that I thought would make a good hood for Marsha that would prevent her from seeing what I was up to and I imagined would just heighten the torment and thus her arousal. Marsha came down stairs with a couple of clean soda bottles, some lubricating jelly and bless her, two pair of very high heel shoes for she and I to wear with just thin straps to hold them on. She started to strip off her clothes as soon as she saw the ropes coming down from the ceiling. I followed suit and admonished her not to touch herself even though we were both getting really turned on by the scene we were creating. We both put on our leather gloves and I secured her wrists together in front of her with a small piece of rope and then pulled her hands up above her head, really tightly with one of the ropes hanging down from the ceiling. It had the effect of raising her off the floor so that only the balls of her feet were touching. She was completely stretched out. Her rib cage was showing and her stomach was pulled in. I next dropped the hood over her head and I could hear her panting inside of it in anticipation. I wondered if she might not come just thinking about what was about to happen next. I put some more ropes around her. One at her elbows above her head, one at her knees and one at her ankles so that she was bound up like a sausage. I desperately wanted to be able to tie one of those ropes around her waist and between her legs like we had seen in the magazines at Mrs. Windsor's but I couldn't figure out how to do it. Lastly, I put on my high heel shoes and I clicked around on the basement floor with them. I thought how much I would like to see what all of this looked like and I spotted a full length mirror abandoned in the corner. I retrieved it and propped it up against a support pole that was near by. I could see myself, naked in my very, high heel shoes and Marsha dangling from the ceiling, naked with a black hood over her head. It was really arousing watching this in the mirror and I touched myself with my gloved hand. The glove was really rough and all bumpy and dirty from being used. It hurt to rub myself but felt exquisite at the same time. I tried it on Marsha and she moaned loudly in pleasure. I then danced around her the best I could with a paint stirrer in each hand and randomly whacked her here and there. Because of the hood, she couldn't tell where I was going to hit her next. Pretty soon she was begging me to make her come and I knew I had to make myself come pretty soon too or I was going to jump out of my skin. I dropped the paddles and took off Marsha's hood so she could watch. I took one gloved hand and touched myself with it and her with the other and pulled roughly on our cunnies. Marsha twisted around so she could see herself and I in the mirror as I got us both off several times. We could have kept at it for quite awhile, we were feeling so hot but I was anxious to get on to the next scene where Marsha would be doing me with her mouth. I undid her bonds from her legs and the ceiling but left her hands tied together in front of her and led her over to a weight bench that her parents had. I laid her on her back on the bench and tied her hands above her head to the weight bar that was resting there. It had 25 pounds on each end of it so she wasn't going anywhere. I took a length of rope and tied her to the bench at her waist so she wouldn't slip off for this next part. I took two longer lengths of rope and tied them to her ankles and pulled her legs up and apart, attaching the ropes to the basement ceiling. With a little bit of pull, I was able to raise her bottom off of the bench just a bit, exposing both holes very nicely. Marsha was moaning in delight about being in this position and begging me to touch her pussy. I too was thinking it was quite a site and I was able to give myself a little more rough hand work with the garden glove. I was going to make Marsha suffer a bit longer though because I had great things in mind for her. I lubed up one of the soda bottles that Marsha had cleaned and I carefully inserted the neck of it in her back hole, just up to the wide part. I didn't want to lose it in there. I then took the other bottle and put it in her front hole, just about as deep as the other one. I found a concrete block and sat it on the bench between her spread legs and against the bottles so they didn't slip out when she started to wiggle around. She said it was delicious having her holes stuffed. It reminded her of the strapons at Mrs. Windsor's and we both agreed that we couldn't wait to be back there to see what Mrs. Windsor and little Molly might put us through. I straddled the bench and Marsha over her face, leaning down toward her middle. I pushed my sweet spot onto her mouth and told her to get busy. Balancing myself on one hand, I used my free hand to jig her with the garden glove so that we could both have our pleasure. This scene was really hot and we both got off like a zillion times before I let her up. We thought Mrs. Windsor would be very proud of us and we couldn't wait to tell her about our activities. We were all a dither when we got to Mrs. Windsor's house Friday evening. She came to the door dressed in her dom outfit of thigh high hose and garter belt, leather boots and leather gloves. She didn't have on either panties or a bra. She looked so sexy, Marsha and I were ready to kneel down and beg her to let us eat her pussy. Even little dom Molly was in her little outfit of boots and gloves and naked otherwise. Marsha had so enjoyed eating her little cunny the last time we were here that she hardly talked about anything else. "Wait until we tell you what we did this week Mrs. Windsor. We think you will be proud of what we've learned to do and did to each other." After we told her the story, she said "I am very proud of you two. I think maybe the next time you come over we could bring some of our customers here and we could all have a good time together. What do you think about that?" "Sounds fine to us," we said, "if you think it would be okay. We're up to anything you would like to do." Mrs. Windsor had a great scene lined up for us that evening. I was to be completely naked but Marsha got to put on the garter belt with the hose and the boots and gloves. She also got to wear a really big dick strapon. I think it was the biggest dick in the closet. I was sure hoping that it wasn't going into me because I didn't think I could take it in. Mrs. Windsor tied Marsha on her back on the bed. Her arms were stretched above her and tied to the head board. Marsha's knees and ankles were secured together and then her ankles were tied to the foot of the bed. Mrs. Windsor had pulled the ropes so tight; I don't think Marsha could move it all. She looked amazing though with the big dick sticking straight up out of her middle. I was next to get tied up. I had my wrists and arms bound behind my back and then ropes around my upper body. I got my wish about the crotch rope lesson only it was on me but I watched carefully so I could do one the next time. Mrs. Windsor is really good with ropes and knots and it was some uncomfortable tight, pushing up into my cunny. I also had my knees and ankles tied tightly together. So that I wouldn't tip over, Mrs. Windsor looped a big thick rope through one of the hooks in the ceiling and then tied it around my neck like a noose. She didn't pull it so tight that I was like hanging there but if I moved much from side to side, I could sure feel it pulling on my neck. I could see myself hanging there from the mirrors on the wall across the room and in between was Marsha all stretched out with her big dick sticking up like a foot. Once we were all bound up, as immobile as two little girls could be, the fun began for Mrs. Windsor and little dom Molly. The reason I had been tied up naked instead of having the boots and gloves on was that little Molly was to take a cat-o- nine tails and whip me with it. While she was doing that, Mrs. Windsor climbed up on the bed and squatted down over the big dick, taking the full of it into her vagina. Mrs. Windsor thought it was really hot watching Molly whip me while I was hanging there and she got off on fucking Marsha's big dick like a 100 times before she told Molly to stop whipping me and to climb onto the bed. Molly knew just what to do. Facing her mother, she put her cunny down on Marsha's mouth and commanded Marsha to start licking her. She and Mrs. Windsor, who was still sliding up and down on Marsha's big dick, leaned into one another. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and Molly grabbed a hold of Mrs. Windsor's erect nipples and held on tightly as they rose and fell with Mrs. Windsor's cantering over Marsha. Well, as you can imagine, Molly couldn't hit me very hard with the whip, I mean she could barely lift the thing but I was incredibly aroused watching her in the mirrors use the cat-o-nine tails on me while gazing over Mrs. Windsor fucking Marsha or maybe it was Marsha fucking Mrs. Windsor. But whenever little dom Molly pushed her cunny onto Marsha's mouth and then leaned in to grab Mrs. Windsor's tits, I was completely gone. Through Mrs. Windsor's last dozen or so orgasms, I was begging, more like screaming for someone to touch me. I was thinking of hanging myself just to be rid of the burning desire between my legs. Mrs. Windsor finally decided to pause her own pleasure and she climbed off of Marsha. She told Molly to come over to me and finger me with her gloved hand until she could get Marsha untied. Molly, always eager to obey her mother, jumped off of Marsha's face and came over to me. She took two fingers of her gloved hand and, like an expert, she pushed them into my front hole, all of the way up to her top knuckle and thrust them back and forth. Waves of orgasms swept over me the second she touched me and she kept finger fucking me until Mrs. Windsor got Marsha up off the bed and retied her hands and arms behind her back. Mrs. Windsor walked Marsha over to where I was hanging and had her kneel in front of me to eat me out. Marsha still had her big dick on so when I saw her coming, I was a bit concerned until she kneeled. Marsha had gotten really good with her tongue on my pussy, knowing just where and how to put pressure on my clit with it and her lips. I had no problem getting off a bunch more times with her mouth there. Marsha was going to be last that night to have her pleasure but it was quite the scene and I still get hot thinking about it. I was tied on the bed on my back this time, with a strapon. My dick wasn't' as big as Mrs. Windsor's had been so I was pretty certain that it was meant for Marsha and I was right. Still with her hands and arms tied behind her back, Mrs. Windsor helped Marsha squat down over my dick and take it into her pussy. Meanwhile, Mrs. Windsor put on a strapon of her own, a small one, and lubed it up. Pushing Marsha's head down toward mine, she gained access to Marsha's back hole. Mrs. Windsor took some lube and greased up one of the fingers of her glove and shoved it into Marsha's rosebud, stretching it a bit. Before it completely closed, Mrs. Windsor shoved her dick into Marsha's ass. Marsha was in a sandwich with Mrs. Windsor and me as the bread, both of us fucking her mightily with our dicks. Marsha brought her mouth to mine and we kissed the best we could only mostly Marsha just sucked air while she came a bunch of times from the fucking. We all had to pee really badly by this time so we all got untied and naked and went into the bathroom and took turns peeing on one another. We had enjoyed doing it so much the last time that we were all enthusiastic about doing it again. We agreed that we would make water sports the way we would end our evenings together from now on. After we were cleaned up with showers and dressed again, Mrs. Windsor and Molly gave us hugs and kisses goodbye and told us how much they enjoyed the evening. Not as much as we did, Marsha and I exclaimed. Mrs. Windsor said she was serious about having some customers over the next time we were together and we agreed to come the following weekend. Marsha and I walked home in each other's arms. We were still horny from the evening despite having had like a zillion comes at the hands of Mrs. Windsor, Molly, and each other. We got to my house first and we decided to just sleep over there so that we could frig each other the rest of the night reliving the wonderful time we had at Mrs. Windsor's and looking forward to the next weekend.

SCHOOL PROJECT BY HERMAN She couldn't feel her knees at the moment, pressed hard onto the surface of the table. They were numb, tired of the constant strain. She actually wished they still hurt. It would have made it a little easier for her to maintain her position if she were more aware of all her body parts. Mentally she was pretty damned aware of her body, if not so much physically. And she was getting plenty of distress signals from other nerve endings. Why did they bother, sending her those "move me, stretch me, relieve me!" messages, didn't they understand how pointless it was? And how relatively unimportant it was, compared with what was coming? She tugged again lightly, carefully on her wrists, imprisoned together in those snug leather bands padlocked together, resting against the small of her back. As if she hadn't tried a hundred times to free them, over these hours. She stopped moving suddenly as her tense right thigh muscle threatened to cramp again; tried to clear her mind and relax the muscle until the tension eased slightly, knowing it would come back again. She closed her eyes and sighed in frustration, the tears flowing again. It took an effort not to moan - she knew not to make any unnecessary noises, knew what they would lead to. And she couldn't let herself cry, knowing her nose might plug up and deny entrance to the air that couldn't make it through her gag-filled mouth. The threat of suffocation was one of the least of her worries. Might even be a blessing; she'd have to think that over. Her naked body shivered despite the warmth of the room, despite the beads of sweat trickling down her thighs, her sides, flowing up her back. She couldn't see much in the dim light, but she knew what she looked like, thanks to that little Polaroid shot her captor had helpfully shown her, then laid on the table right in front of her eyes, where she'd see it again when the room brightened. She hadn't wanted to look at it, but her eyes had been drawn to it as if she were regarding a life-threatening wound. She saw herself balanced on her widely spread knees and the side of her face only on the tabletop, her butt thrust up in the air, her ankles crossed and held together by wide leather cuffs similar to the ones holding her wrists behind her, a short chain running from the ankle cuffs to the back of the chain fastened tightly around her waist, holding her heels nearly at her buttocks. Most of the chains, especially the important ones, hidden from that particular camera view, shot from behind her. For the hundredth time she eased her weight carefully onto her forehead and then down onto the other side of her face, the change in position giving something of a relief. She didn't like doing it - every time she moved like that she felt the danger of sliding forward, unsure she could stop herself or push herself back in time. How long? What time was it? As much as her body ached and demanded freedom, she was afraid of time passing, afraid of the approach of daybreak and what it would bring. What time was it now? 3 am? Somewhere around there, probably. Why? Why me? She knew there was no answer to that. 'Shit happens' had always been her motto in her young life so far. But to have this happen, and all a mistake. A terrible mistake. The tears started up again. She couldn't bear that thought. She felt, in her exhaustion, sleep starting to creep up on her, fought it away. How she could be sleepy, scared as she was, she didn't know, but she definitely didn't want it. It would make the time pass faster, which she wanted to avoid - and then only if she ever woke up from it, which she knew was unlikely. She rolled her weight onto her forehead again, ready to try the other side again for a few minutes. As she shifted she felt the chain tighten slightly around her neck and sucked in her breath in near panic - careful, just wriggle back a little, push off with your forehead to shift your weight back, let your head slide back just a couple of inches - there, that's it. She concentrated on breathing evenly as her heart pounded. The chain was slack again, more or less. Enough, anyway. So many chains. She could feel them but couldn't move her head enough to see them. She tried to picture them again, visualize exactly how they were holding her, still convinced she might somehow figure a way out of them. Were they really inescapable, or did it just seem that way? Couldn't there be some way out she hadn't thought of? Let's see: there were, to begin with, the tight circles of chain hugging each lower thigh just above the bend of her knee. Padlocked to each was a chain running to the back corners of the table, behind her, and fastened to each table leg, holding her knees apart. She not only couldn't close her knees up, she couldn't move them forward either, and certainly didn't want to move them backward. Couldn't move her knees at all, really, unless she wanted to spread them wider, and she thought she'd pass on that. That wasn't really the problem though. Not as much as the other two chains attached to those same circles of linked metal around her thighs. Each of these ran along the tabletop, under her tummy that hovered at least a foot off the table, between her breasts that just brushed the table's surface, until they ran through a small metal ring, circled her neck, and ended padlocked to that same ring. A simple metal choke collar, enforcing her present posture of a tall tripod on the table. She couldn't get her head and shoulders any farther from her knees than they were, not if she wanted to keep breathing. To prevent her rocking back on her knees to kneel upright, another pair of choke collars ran from her neck to the front of the table where they were attached by padlocks to each of the table legs. And one final choker ran along her back to her cuffed wrists. A short chain then ran from her wrists to the circle of chain around her waist. She could let her hands rest there in the small of her back, but try to reach anything with them? Nothing doing. She couldn't reach that silly little balloon, for example. The one bobbing at the end of a rod about a foot long, the first three inches or so of it buried in her rectum. She couldn't expel the rod: a thin chain ran through a tiny hole in it, where her anus gripped the rod; the chain ran through her crotch, attached to the front and back of the chain around her waist with padlocks. She could feel the rod inside her constantly, but the pain wasn't that important, as long as she didn't make noise. Not important in comparison with the fast approaching humiliation it represented. The damned balloon had a happy face on it! How could anybody keep from laughing at her, no matter how sympathetic they wanted to try to be? The sound echoed in her ears as if it had already happened. Or would they be hit with helpless giggles when they saw the gag? Not tape, not cloth, not a ball. Everything had to add something to her shame, of course, but thinking about it drove her to another weak, careful attempt to wriggle her wrists free of the leather cuffs, as fruitless as all the previous tries. Where had he found this thing? A penis gag, extremely realistic, down to the huge balls at the far end. It filled her mouth completely, squashed her tongue down. Its wrinkled rubbery firmness was just like the texture she imagined a real penis to have - she'd never had one in her mouth, but she felt she knew now what it would be like. It was one more unremovable adornment: at the point where it entered her mouth, a chain passed through a hole in it and circled her head, a padlock behind her head closing the loop, the gag held firmly in place. Like the rod in her rectum, it wasn't really a problem now as long as she kept quiet, but it was another humiliating thing she couldn't get rid of. They're going to find me this way! God, please let there be some way out. She imagined her schoolfriends, all snug in their beds dead to the world at this hour. Or were they still partying? Did they ever actually go to bed? She could make out familiar shapes in the small room, the few lights burning near the building throwing a dim illumination through the room's one window. At some point the window would begin to brighten, the room graying, then filling with colors of daylight. She'd know then there were just a couple of hours left. Not wanting to, she played last night's events back in her head. Could she have done anything differently? She wasn't sure. Who knows, maybe he'd got in during the daytime and waited, watching to see if she'd come. She'd only needed to pick up an answer key for her mother, who was a schoolteacher in the same complex she was in. She was only going to be in the building a few minutes. Her mother had been grading papers at home, and realized she'd left a grading key to one set of papers in her classroom. She'd always thought her determination to get things done was a virtue; if only she'd been a born procrastinator, she'd be safe at home now. No use thinking that, he'd only have waited for some other night anyway. Worst of it all was that she didn't tell her mother about getting the answer key for her. It looked like a nice idea to surprise her with that, showing her what a good daughter she was. For all she knew, her mother could be thinking she was already in bed for hours. The boy had been quiet in the hallway. The first hint of his presence had been the squeak of her classroom door opening. She'd thought it was a teacher at first; by the time she could see his face, he was already waggling the gun at her, telling her not to talk if she preferred her skin without holes. He walked further into the room, carrying a gym bag, while her heart worked overtime for no extra pay. Waving the gun, he said, "Let's go into that workroom." A door in the back of the classroom led to the small room that was a private domain, full of books, mostly unread (who had time with everything else?), science project materials, some in boxes, some strewn on the countertop also littered with spare computer parts - computers didn't last long, most kids were hard on the equipment. A big work table in the middle, about six feet by three, taking up half the available floor space. As he drew closer in the workroom, she could see he wasn't a figure to strike fear into anyone - not without the gun, anyway. A smallish, thin kid of about 16, her own age, wearing thick glasses. Even without the triteness of a pocket protector he still had "nerd" written all over him. He'd squeezed past her, keeping the gun trained on her, and swept the contents of the table onto the floor, changing her stream of whispered "Please don't hurt me"s to a shouted, "Oh don't!" A science project from earlier in the month hit the floor with a clatter. "Sit on the table and take off your clothes. All of them." She'd been hoping, somehow, he just wanted money - the thought nearly made her giggle in retrospect: what idiot who wanted money would mug a young girl for it? But the certainty he was going to rape her, a fear her mind had throttled in an attempt to get her through the first few minutes of this, came back full force. The feeling of wanting to scream was hard to fight against, but she knew that, even in the unlikely event there was anybody to hear her, they couldn't possibly be close enough to help her in time. She'd only be getting them shot in return for their Good Samaritan act. It was even harder picturing him as a rapist than as a mugger. She had a mental image of what she'd expect a rapist to look like, and there was almost no overlap between that image and this small, slightly scared-looking geek in front of her. She studied him closely, trying to keep her mind off the fact she was stripping naked in front of a stranger. He didn't look like a violent type, and before unhooking her bra she needed to convince herself it was futile to try to jump him. Watching his hand on the gun convinced her: it trembled slightly, but never for a moment pointed away from her. Her own fingers shook more than his as she reluctantly forced herself to release the bra snaps and let the straps down her arms. She froze up for a moment before going the final step; she saw his jaw set as he pushed the gun closer, and she hurried to pull her panties down and off. Thinking back now, she wished he had raped her. She thought that was something she could get over. As she sat naked on the table, shivering despite the room's warmth, he reached into the gym bag, bringing out her first hint that the ordeal was going in a different direction: four leather bands, which he ordered her to strap onto her wrists and ankles. Each had D-shaped metal rings at various places around their circumference, and they fastened like watchbands, except for the metal loop that protruded through the leather once they were buckled. He gave her four padlocks to put through the loops. She thought about just pretending to lock them, but he was watching too closely. He brought out that awful gag next, and a smile began to twitch the corners of his lips as he watched her fill her mouth with it, under his orders, and pull the chain tight so that the ends of it met behind her head, held there by the padlock he pulled out of the bag. It had made a clinking sound that told her there were lots more things still in that bag. He pulled out two more padlocks. "Lock your ankles together with one, and then your wrists behind your back with the other." She let him drop the padlocks into her hands, and stared at them, immobilized by indecision and fear. She had felt she could handle it up to now, could live with the prospect of being raped - as long as there was some possibility she could fight back. The instant she closed the lock holding the handcuffs together, she knew her chances of escape, already slim enough, would be altogether gone. She sat unmoving, staring at the locks in her hand, until she heard the click of the gun's hammer being pulled back. Blinking back blinding tears and moaning, she reached down without looking and thrust one of the padlocks between the rings protruding from the ankle cuffs. Closing her eyes and sending up a silent prayer, "Please let this get over with soon, please don't let it hurt too much," she fumbled with the other lock, trying to get it through the loops on her wrist cuffs, finally opening her eyes and twisting her body to get her wrists in view so she could see what she was doing, at last she got the padlock closed, a brief feeling of success at accomplishing a difficult job immediately washed away by an overwhelming knowledge that she was altogether, totally sunk. He started pulling chains and more padlocks out of the bag, made her squirm onto her stomach on the table and started arranging her in her present position. She nearly hyperventilated as he fastened the choke chains, helplessly hmmmmmming in protest as he explained how immobile she needed to be to stay alive. Then he backed off, inspecting his work. She could see his body shaking as a triumphant grin spread across his face. If she had been terrified before, it was just a warm-up to what came next. Nothing she'd been imagining had prepared her for it. "You don't remember me, do you?" She stared at him, searching for something familiar, anything, not wanting to anger him. "Think back." She mumbled helplessly against the degrading gag, trying to say he must be confused, there was some mistake. "Think about it, Karin Straley." Oh God! He thought she was Shelly Straley's daughter! Shelly was another schoolteacher and had a daughter too. They did look a little bit alike Karin was older, but take two years off her... Oh God, he wanted to do this to HER! She nearly choked herself, trying to free herself, trying to speak around the gag, spit it out, tell him she wasn't Karin, dammit, her name was Laura Burton and she'd never met him in her life. She had to be able to talk to him. He was doing this to her because he thought she was somebody else! Who was this guy? He must barely know Karin if he couldn't pick her out of a faculty line-up; why would he want to do this to her? She watched him squinting at her out of those thick glasses. The guy could barely see! "My Dad was in the military, and we just moved into town that April. I hated all the moving around, always being the new kid. They put me in your mother's science class. "She told me the whole class had science projects due Friday - this was Tuesday. She told me I didn't have to do it, I could be excused, but...God, I wanted so much to fit in. To be part of the class, part of the school, to really impress the teacher... that was the biggest part of it, Karin. I wanted to impress you. "I did that damned science project. I bet you'll remember it now, Karin Straley. 'Building a Better Mouse Trap.' I thought that'd be really funny, THE generic science project. It was that cage on little wheels, noise-activated. It would hear a mouse squeaking a steer towards it. It would get close to the mouse, the mouse would smell the cheese - then the sound-sensors on the inside would slam the cage closed when the mouse entered. I always loved those sound-activated switches you could do magical things with them. I really think that's going to be the wave of the future. You remember it now, don't you?" She had given up trying to talk, to wriggle free: it was hopeless. She debated between truthfully shaking her head or nodding agreement with him, decided agreeing was the safer course, for now. Maybe after his speech was over he'd take the gag out. Was he still going to rape her? She was less sure about it now. "I brought it in on Friday. I was so excited I just about peed my pants when I came into the room with it and put it with everybody else's. I couldn't wait for the chance to show how it worked, to hear all the congratulations. Well, I got my chance. And your mother got this real serious look on your face. She asked me to step out in the hallway. She told me the rule was every science project had to be done by the student alone, they were real strict about that. I kept telling her I did do it myself, nobody helped me. She never believed me, and neither did you. Your mother said she might be willing to give me a C on it, but I couldn't enter it in the Science Fair. You just have no idea what that did to me, Karin. Military kids are always unsure of themselves, you know. Always new, always outsiders. Shit, the depressions, the shrinks. They wanted to put me away for awhile. Dad wouldn't hear of it. He..." He broke off, apparently realizing he was rambling. He fixed his myopic gaze on her. "I had a hard enough time believing in myself before that, but you... I could just never get myself to try that hard again. Knowing I wouldn't be accepted. Wouldn't be believed. My dad got transferred again by the next Fall. Another school, another adjustment. I was a miserable bust at the new school - all the new schools. God, she thought, if I could just get this gag out! He's got to figure out I'm the wrong person. Everybody's got to blame somebody for their problems, and he picked her out. She didn't do anything to him... and I never met the guy before! This can't be happening! She started struggling to get loose again, mmmmmming frantically into the gag, praying he'd take it out and let her get this all straightened out. "I'm going home now. And this," he waved the gun, "It isn't for you, really. It's for me. You might live through tonight, but I won't. It really does me good to see you squirming there. It means a lot... You see, Miss Straley, you're my science project for this year. I'll never find out what everybody thinks of it, but that doesn't matter, really. I just want you to know one thing, Karin." He bent towards her and said slowly, "I did it all myself. It took a long time, planning and building, but I played by the rules. Do you believe me?" She didn't have to guess what answer would save her life this time. She nodded, miserably, her head rubbing against the top of the table. "It's not all assembled quite yet, there's a couple more pieces. And stop all that noise. I want you to be quiet as a mouse now. I mean it." He pointed the gun again. "I don't want to hear another sound out of you until I've left the building. Not a peep." In case somebody was around, she guessed. She was pretty sure nobody was. I don't understand what he means, she thought. Is he going to let me go or not? What does he mean about me being his science project? He reached into the bag again, but not for keys. Her eyes widened as he pulled out a rod with a balloon at the end. He drew his fingers across his lips. "Absolutely not a sound, from now on." His voice got quieter as he spoke, sinking to a whisper at the end. He seemed to flip a switch on end of the rod, and she almost screamed as she felt him tapping the area between her buttocks. He glared once more, gesturing one more time with the gun. Her heart raced. Oh God, what now? Her whole body tensed as he pushed the rod slowly into her rectum. She closed her eyes and drew rapid breaths through her nose as he fiddled with the chain that would hold it in place, drawing it tight through her crotch, securing the two ends to the chain around her waist. He pulled one last thing out of the bag. She had a quick sight of a small silvery egg-shape, before it was out of sight behind her. She nearly screamed again as she felt his fingers parting her labia, but she held off, not only because of the danger but because of the pointlessness of objecting. The silver egg slid into her vagina. If she hadn't been fighting gravity she could have let it drop out later, but with her butt up in the air like that it was hopeless. That was when he took the Polaroid shot. He laid it on the table in front of her, bent down and whispered softly, "Just wanted you to know what you look like." Standing there while she looked at her image in horror, he reached down and slipped a finger into her mouth. She felt, rather than heard, a tiny click. He straightened, breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the gun and the gym bag. He spent a moment gathering all her clothes and putting them in the bag, leaving her nothing in the room to cover herself with. With a tight smile and a little wave, he turned out the light, backed out of the workroom and closed the door softly. He's gone, he's gone, oh God he's gone. I'll wait ten minutes, he's got to be out of the building, then I'll start screaming for all I'm worth. She waited, every slight sound in the empty building making her twitch. After she felt ten minutes had to be up, she counted to a hundred just to be safe. Then - well, it couldn't be called screaming, exactly, it was a little too muffled for that - she put all her energy into a loud hmmmmmm, pulling with all her strength against the wrist cuffs, careful not to pull them down her back and risk choking. Immediately her body convulsed unexpectedly, and in the aftershock she could feel a wild humming between her legs - a vibrator! That egg in her vagina was shaking, pulsating, taking her breath away. She had used vibrators before, but this one was like a wild beast, beyond her control, sending waves radiating through her body that awoke a raging, pure erotic need, an intense arousal that went beyond anything she'd experienced. And the penis gag in her mouth, it was wriggling now, as if it, too, had come alive, and she could taste - oh God no! - a sticky liquid coming out of the head, near the back of her throat. Semen? Something a lot like it, anyway, and she desperately swallowed as well as she could, not easy with the gag filling her mouth, to keep from choking on it. The sudden convulsion came again, and she identified it this time: it was coming from her buttocks, her rectum - that rod must be generating electric shocks! In near panic she tried everything she could to get loose, feeling the chain closing around her throat as she slid too far forward, her loudest scream yet trying to tear its way out of her throat. The vibrator inside her was continuing to send out waves of excitement, and her hips moved on their own. She felt like she did when she masturbated, getting closer, closer... She was conscious of sucking eagerly on the penis gag, swallowing semen, her lips slipping back and forth on the shaft, the gag itself somehow mechanized under its 'skin', obscenely undulating, so alive! She felt she was going to come at any moment... No! Please don't let me come, if I lose control I know these chains are going to choke me. The shock in her rectum convulsed her body again, just as she was managing to back up a little and loosen the choker. How had this started, he wasn't even here, it's like magic... Magic, yes! The sound! It started when I made noise. It's all - yes, he'd told me - sound activated. I've got to be quiet. With every ounce of concentration she made herself stop moaning, not knowing whether it would help. Would the things turn off? She waited an ageless time, probably two minutes. The rectal shocks were the hardest to ignore, she nearly screamed each time her body jerked, the intervals about 15 seconds. The vaginal vibration was continuous, and she couldn't stop her hips from moving, feeling herself drawing closer to orgasm, while the gag still undulated and seeped fluids, forcing her to continue her sucking motions as she swallowed. But finally... the electric rod seemed to miss a turn, it should have zapped me by now, shouldn't it? The vibrator stopped about ten seconds later, and shortly after that, the penis. Oh God. She carefully wriggled her head and shoulders a few inches back, finally taking the tension out of the collar. She concentrated on getting breath back into her lungs, quickly and above all, quietly. She felt completely spent: sweat bathed her body, beads of it rolling down every slanted surface. Her hips still felt twitchy from the stimulation, but without the continued internal vibration she was no longer approaching orgasm. I think if those things get started again, I'll be dead. I've got to get out of here before morning! I can't still be here when the other kids get here! She gasped involuntarily at the thought, then froze, not knowing immediately whether she had made enough noise to start up all the machinery again. She held her breath for several seconds, waiting for the first shock, but felt nothing. I've got to get out, but I can't get free of the chains, can't even put any strength into the effort or I'll choke myself, can't call out for help or I'll orgasm myself to death. She could only identify one hope: somehow, during the night, someone might come into the building, come close to her hallway. She'd have to make a lot of noise to be heard through the closed workroom door, with the door to the classroom probably closed too, and if it was a false alarm, or the person couldn't hear her, then she was in BIG trouble. But she couldn't think of anything else. She guessed it might be 11 p.m. now, based on the time she'd arrived. It was possible one of the teachers might show up, for the same reason she had. Please, let somebody come! Just one person, she could stand it if only one person saw her, an adult, someone who would help her get free and stay quiet about it. A woman, please... she thought that would be better, not one of the boys or men. She began the process of simply getting through. It must have been about a couple of hours later, she thought - 1 a.m.? She heard a far, far distant sound: the muffled slam of a door. Her body tensed. She wished she could tell where it was; she might be able to figure out whose classroom it was. Was somebody walking this way? She suddenly thought: what if it's him? Coming back. Would he come back to watch her torment? Watch her quiver, come, choke? He could be coming back just to get her to make a noise, watch what happened when she did. But if it was somebody who could save her, and she just let them go... Her brain seemed to be overheating with indecision: make noise or not? Either choice could save her or backfire. Which will it be? She knew she could never, ever forgive herself missing a chance to get free. She had to do it. But not unless she had just a little more evidence she might be heard. She stopped breathing, tried to quiet her pounding heart, listening for the slightest sound. There! Was that a footstep? To her hypertense mind, it sounded like one. Here goes. She put everything she had into a brainbusting HMMMMMMMMMMM. Before she could gather her breath for another try, she felt the shock, her whole body responding with a giant twitch. The vibrating egg started radiating heat and cold in waves from deep inside her, the gag started its obscene dance in her mouth, oozing fluids she tried quickly to swallow. As before her hips started a rhythmic tensing, her buttocks clenching, and she could feel her excitement rise. She sucked madly on the gag, her lips making the surface slick, her teeth biting it, her tongue underneath caressing it, moaning as she swallowed the spurting liquid at the back of her throat. She could feel her orgasm approaching fast, an onrushing freight train. She remembered the whole point was to make noise, to be heard, but she knew her breathy grunts of sexual arousal probably weren't going to do the job. Her entire body jerked with each shock from the rod, and she felt she couldn't get enough air in her lungs fast enough - and she felt herself sliding slowly forward along the table, the chain drawing tighter around her throat. STOP! I've got to stop this now. Quiet NOW! Another shock. Just don't make a sound. Don't moan, try not to rock, hold your hips still NOW! She concentrated all her efforts into wriggling back again, letting the chain loosen, trying to slow her gyrating hips, just be quiet, totally quiet. Knowing it could be life or death, she suffered three more shocks in silence, and then, mercifully, one after another, the gadgets stopped. She drew great lungfuls of air, her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest, savoring the feeling of quiet in her vagina, the penis gag subsiding, the wonderful absence of zaps in her rectum. A cloud of gloom descended as her heartbeat and respiration wound down to normal. She knew what would happen in about seven hours. She knew the night would pass slowly, but the longer it took the better she liked it. All she could do now was try to find a way to get - no, 'comfortable' was out of the question, but at least she wanted to minimize the strain and the ache of tightening muscles, of joints bearing weight they weren't meant to. She tried to let fifteen minutes or so go by before working on turning her face the other way, shifting her weight from one shoulder to the other. The difficulty at first was that the table had been getting so slick with her sweat - her knees kept wanting to slide outward, her face and shoulder forward. She strained to stiffen her body, wriggling back to a safe position periodically. Gradually the surface of the table started drying, giving her a little more friction to work with. After a couple of hours she was beginning to find it almost impossible to keep her eyes open. She didn't realize her consciousness had started to slip away until the closing collar suddenly forced its way into her awareness. With a start that she recognized to her horror as sudden awakening - she'd been so afraid of falling asleep - she gave an involuntary squeak and started working on pulling back. The gag came to life in her mouth, and she tensed waiting for the shock. But apparently the squeak had been too soft, only the gag had 'heard' it. With disgust she swallowed the semen - she wasn't sure it was that, but she assumed it was, couldn't help thinking of it that way - wondering how much of the stuff there was. It was a long shaft, and the balls at the far end were probably full of the stuff for all she knew. More than enough of it to last the night, at the rate she was going. The shaft shimmied in waves moving from the far end to the front, obviously designed for realistic effect while pumping. By itself it didn't have that arousing effect it had when it worked in concert with the vaginal vibrator, but she couldn't help moving her lips in sucking motions along the shaft; she had to do that to swallow. Within a few minutes, in the absence of further noises, it subsided. She tried to think how she could keep awake. The room was not only warm but also muggy by now, she had been awake for - what, 21 hours, the last five or so under continuous emotional tension and physical strain. She strained her ears for footsteps, doors opening or closing, any sounds at all. The dead silence enfolded her - as if she needed another clue to her body that she ought to be sleeping now. There weren't even any traffic noises now. She thought she could make out, barely, the whirr of the electric clock on the other side of the wall, in the classroom. Time, everything was about time now. She jerked again, aware for the second time of coming out of sleep. At least she hadn't slid forward this time, but she wasn't going to count on her luck holding indefinitely. She discovered, trying to wriggle her fingers, that they were asleep - lucky fingers - and spent several minutes moving her wrists around, trying to get circulation back, eventually succeeding. She tried to fix on objects in the room, dim outlines in the darkness, tried to remind herself of the story of each, when she had used it, what she was doing then, giving herself a small mental shake every time she sensed the blankness coming on. ... A pain gripping her neck. She felt breathless, tried to gasp air into her lungs, couldn't. Disoriented, she couldn't quite grasp the situation. Asleep! I did it, I went completely out. God, back up, back up! She waggled her buttocks quickly from side to side, pushing hard against the surface of the table with the side of her face, trying to shift her weight back towards her knees. Come on, come on! Finally she found the right leverage and felt her head sliding back along the table, the chain still gripping her throat tightly but starting to loosen. She finally sucked in a great lungful of air, and the weight of all the fears of the night fell on her. Mental alarms jangled telling her not to cry, to pull herself together, but nothing could stop the sob tearing its way out of her throat. An instant later the great full-body twitch from a rectal shock ran through her, and from deep inside her she felt the little silver egg going nuts, its vibrations penetrating every part of her body, but mostly there, right there, invading that private space and making her so aware of herself, her nakedness, her wanting to touch herself, put her finger inside herself. The gag had started its own obscene exploration of her mouth, and she swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked, as the rod shocked her again. Her hips shifted, wriggled, slowly at first but gradually faster, and the voice in her mind telling her to stop moaning seemed so far away, so faint. Her wrists writhed in frustration in their cuffs, so close to her crotch where she wanted them to rub herself, explore herself... even that thought started dying out, all higher level brain functions shutting down in a gush of pure feeling. Almost there, almost there... A convulsion swept through her that had nothing to do with the rod in her rectum, an orgasm more powerful than any she had experienced, waves of heat crashing outward from between her legs setting every set of muscles in battle against each other, as a series of muffled cries escaped from the back of her throat that would have brought any number of people from adjoining hallways if there had been anybody there. She nearly choked on the semen still flowing out of the gag, and desperately started swallowing, but the explosion inside her went on: her thighs quivering with tension, her back arching, her body straightening at the hips, and the chain quickly closing around her throat again, somehow intensifying the orgasm still further as she tried to suck in air and failed, feeling still another shock from her rectum. Slowly the spasms began to play themselves out, the energy coursing through her body diminishing, letting go its hold on her. A buzzing in her ears wasn't coming from the vibrator: she knew she was close to fainting from lack of air, that she'd never wake up if she did. She desperately repeated her efforts from a few minutes earlier, the chain loosening again as she slid her head back on the now very slick surface. She had to swallow the semen that had collected before she could drag in a long, deep lungful to keep herself conscious. More exhausted than she had ever been, she stared blankly at the counter to her left, her mind with barely enough remaining presence to tell her to be quiet at all costs, don't moan, don't cry, don't make the tiniest sound, ignore the humming inside, the maddening periodic shocks. She lay quietly, sucking on the gag until it fell quiet, and the rod and vibrator shut themselves down. Her mind felt vague, fuzzy. She had been staring at the back cover of an old textbook for several minutes before it sank in that she could read it. There were shapes all around her that had been invisible to her all through the night, now easily picked out in shades of gray in the dim light from the window. The sun was coming up! Her heart suddenly raced, as she drew ragged deep breaths through her nose. No, oh no, oh please God no, the night has gone by and it's daylight and it's going to happen. It must be about six o'clock: she had two hours left. Wait! Be methodical this time! I've got to try everything, there has to be a way. She started with her wrists, trying every combination of twists and turns she could come up with. Break the padlock? It was probably one of those they shot with a gun on TV and it stayed locked, but it was worth a try. There were four her fingers could reach the ones holding each cuff buckle, the one between the cuffs, and the one holding the chain to the cuffs that ran to her neck. She felt the hopeless knowledge that jerking as hard as she could was out of the question, it was one of the many ways of choking herself. Pulling her hands up her back was no better: that pulled on the chain that circled her waist, increasing the tension in the one that ran through her crotch, wiggling the rod in her rectum, and it hurt like hell. How long must he have planned this, thinking of everything - even her full strength probably couldn't get her free of the chains, but she had no way to use her full strength anyway. She could only tug tentatively, feebly, on any of her restraints without hurting or endangering herself uselessly. She tried as well as she could, though, positioning her hands carefully on her back and jerking quickly outward, a safe enough move but not effective. Ankles? Wriggle them, get one free. Each knee: tensing her thigh muscles trying to pull it towards her, jerking as forcefully as she dared. With every failed effort she felt herself closer to crying, wanting to scream and barely able to stop herself. Moving more randomly now, less methodical, angrily, grunting with effort - and the gag started shimmying again, shooting its little pulses of semen into the back of her throat. Disgusted, nearly exploding in anger and shame, she sucked hopelessly. The room had been brightening continually during her efforts, colors filling the forms of familiar objects. She could easily see the Polaroid, and she looked intensely at it, praying it could show her something her addled brain had overlooked, while thinking, this is exactly how they'll see me. The gag stopped again, starved for noise for the time being. She continued looking at the Polaroid, suddenly realizing the still picture didn't do justice to the situation. It didn't show the gyrations she would be unable to stop going through if - when - the mechanical curses that owned her body started doing their tricks again. She closed her eyes, almost unable to breathe, waves of nausea washing over her. (God, if she threw up now - no, don't think about it.) The need to pee was starting to build up! It hadn't been a problem so far, but the body's going to keep up its standard practices no matter how much trouble they'll cause. The idea of peeing in her present position was just unthinkable to her. How long before I get out of this? Think past the horror now and just concentrate on getting free. Nobody could free her just by being there: everything was locked, with no key. They'd need tools somebody would have to go get - GOD! Somehow every pathway her thoughts went down uncovered something still worse about her situation. She wanted to come up with things that hadn't occurred to her, but useful things, come on! But the students, the kids, that was the main thing. Dozens of junior high kids, and more from outside as the word spread, were going to see. See what this picture showed. Live, in the flesh. So to speak. She felt the tension starting to flow out of her body. At the same time the feeling of exhaustion seemed to recede, an excitement of purpose taking its place. This could work! I'll make it work. I've got to be absolutely quiet, and it can work. Behind the excitement lay a thought she couldn't quite seem to identify. It lay just out of her mental reach, as if her mind were as immobilized as her body. She could only perceive the barest outlines of the thought, enough to know that it consisted of something she was overlooking - but what?? Her excitement built higher: she knew some part of her mind was trying desperately to tell her something. It had to be a means of getting free - what else could be that important? She knew from experience she should try to relax and let it come: that had often worked, though it wasn't foolproof. Settle down, she told herself. It's going to be a long day, but you'll be out of here at the end of it with just minor humiliation. Just wait it out, and if the missing thought comes, fine, it'll be over sooner, and if not... the vagrant thought seemed to draw closer to the surface at this point, screaming incoherently at her as if it were gagged itself. She forced herself to stop reaching for it again. Thinking about staying here through the entire day led her to realize how hungry she was - she'd been awake all night and now had missed breakfast. And thirsty... if she could just have a glass of water somehow. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the feeling of just how helpless she was, to have no means of meeting such basic human needs. She could get through till dinnertime without food, but she just had to drink something. Though, really, she wasn't as thirsty as she felt she ought to be: she'd lost so much fluid during the night, she really should be in an agony of thirst, it seemed to her... no, not that! The SEMEN? Was that what was keeping her hydrated? It didn't seem she had had that much. It really wouldn't take a lot, though, would it? She sighted cross-eyed down the shaft. It had long since become obvious that the 'balls' were full of the stuff, and probably a lot of the shaft too: there seemed to be room for at least a pint of the liquid, if it filled the available space. Surely more than enough to last the rest of the time she was here. But to drink it voluntarily? She fought with her revulsion, knowing that as the day went on she had to drink something. She knew the problem was getting the gag started without setting off the other gadgets. She'd done it before: a soft enough sound in her mouth would do it, but she wasn't sure how much margin for error she had: a sound too soft wouldn't be enough, but too loud... well, she'd nearly died the last time she'd gotten the vibrator inside her going. The time to experiment with it was now, not after the room beyond the door filled with kids. Her heart started thundering again: it had definitely been working hard tonight, she'd have to remember to do something nice for it later. Tentatively, shaking with anxiety, she made a soft little sighing sound. No response, so she tried one a little louder. Her body twitched as an over-sensitive nerve near her anus fired for no reason - it was probably as scared as she was. She waited for her breathing to get back near normal, knowing she'd have to try one just a little louder still, positive now she was approaching the threshold of response of either the rod or the vibrator, if not both - it didn't matter, she knew as soon as one went off she'd set off the other. She started the sigh, held it back for a moment feeling she was shaking too badly to control it, knowing if this one didn't work she'd never be able to make herself try a louder one. She closed her eyes finally and tried the one last sigh. The gag jumped in her mouth, and the ends of her lips curled upward at the edges with satisfaction. She had to swallow quickly then, and after so much practice instantly fell into the rhythm of sucking and swallowing. Especially since she was doing it voluntarily, and it was in fact the one single thing in the world she had any control over at all, it felt very calming, as if she was a baby nursing at her mother's breast. Even though the sucking wasn't producing the flow of fluid, and was a byproduct of the efforts she had to go through to swallow, it still felt as if she were making it happen. She sucked for several minutes, the sticky, syrupy, weird tasting liquid taking the edge off her thirst, while the gag did its obscene gyrating dance in her mouth, until the absence of further sounds finally shut it down. For just those few minutes she was able to forget the coming hours. It was fully light now, and there was a glare from just below the windowsill that told her the sun would be directly on her in another ten minutes or so. With the room fully illuminated and the blinds pulled up, she realized for the first time how lucky she was to be on the second floor: nobody passing by could look in. The tension that had abated started to build up again: the first arrival of cars in the parking lot below brought home to her how close the moment she was dreading was. Like the patter of rain building up from a sprinkle to a steady beat, she became aware of sounds inside the building: doors opening, faint footsteps, distant snatches of conversation. She pictured the teachers opening up their rooms, putting their briefcases next to their desks, and suddenly was overcome by the bizarrely guilty thought that she hadn't gotten all her lesson done for the day. There was still a part of her mind not yet understanding that, no matter how this came out, she definitely wasn't going to be in any class today. The sun showed a sliver of itself over the windowsill now. It had been light for about an hour; it had to be about 7. An hour left. She felt the warmth on her thigh as the sunlight hit it. With a sinking feeling she realized that at around 8, the time of greatest danger of discovery, the room would be brightly lit and she, in particular, would be spotlighted in dazzling light. The chill from this image competed with the growing warmth as the sun picked out and highlighted a gradually larger area of her bare skin. The boisterous, laughing, mostly higher-pitched voices of students began to build up now the same way the faculty sounds had. That elusive thought that had stayed tauntingly at the edge of her mind came back in full force. It had to be trying to tell her a way out of this. She reached desperately for the thought, but it shied away again, maddeningly. She knew she had to stop trying to get it, needed to get her mind on something else. That was easy enough: the forefront of her mind was occupied with those student voices, now, ratcheting up a tension in her that she knew would approach an explosion soon. If I can just make it through first period, she thought, I'll feel like I'll be okay. Two hours from now, less, it'll be over. I'll tell myself I can relax then. If I can get through one period there's no reason I can't get through all of them. She felt a sudden chill at the thought that the voices might turn on the machinery. She could try to control the sounds she was making, but had no control over anybody else's. She stiffened as a particularly rowdy laugh came to her through the window. She waited for the pain, but nothing came. It must not be loud enough, she thought in relief. The outside sounds - her brain probably magnified them because she knew how far away they were, but it had actually taken some pretty loud noises, right there in the room, to turn on the sound-sensitive switches. Even sounds in the room sometimes weren't enough: a medium hummm she made with her voice turned on the gag, because it was right there in her mouth, but hadn't been enough to wake up the other monsters. Even voices from the classroom, beyond the closed door to the workroom, might not do it. She hoped. She prayed. e That other thought was back again. She knew her plan to wait out the day wasn't foolproof, and that part of her that knew how to get free seemed to clamor louder for her attention when her thoughts turned in that direction. What was it? What was she missing? If she could just get free she could avoid the tension, the dangers, of waiting here all through the long hours worrying about discovery. If she could only find out what it was. Her eyes darted around the room for the thousandth time, at first avoiding the Polaroid but then examining it with the same intensity. The answer could be there. She quailed again as she looked at it, so conscious of what anybody would see when they came in here. If that person was a custodian, nearly alone in the building after the school day was over, the number of people who would ever see her like this would be at a minimum. But an entire classroom full of adolescents? With hundreds more in classrooms all up and down the hallway? God, God, God, please no. If I know how to get out of this, please let me figure out what it is. She started to shiver when the building doors were opened to the kids, at 7:30. She could hear the lockers banging, kids talking in the hallway: the moment she dreaded was getting so close now, after such a long night. Once more she tried to get free, feebly twisting her wrists in the cuffs, trying to move her knees in any direction, feeling close to crying again. She moaned slightly as she heard the classroom door open, and the gag started up again, scaring her. She sucked on it as it did its familiar wriggling, conscious how shocked the students would be to know what she was doing just on the other side of that closed door. She had alternated facing different directions all through the night, and now went through the strain of switching one more time, pressing the side of her head hard onto the table's surface, letting her weight rest on her forehead for a moment while rolling it, gently easing down onto the other side of her face, now looking toward the room's door. She wanted to know the instant somebody opened it. She hadn't turned while the gag was going before, and while she was turning the semen flowed towards her mouth, but had nowhere to go, with her lips making a tight seal around the shaft. She ended up with an extra-large gob of it to swallow once she was done. The sticky slickness of it coated her lips, now, disgusting her, not feeling like saliva. She knew it must be glistening visibly, and felt a little stream of it succeed in escaping her mouth and flow slowly down the side of her cheek. A few more students now came in; conversations were starting. She closed her eyes and repeated the thought that was becoming her mantra: they won't come in, I'll be fine here. As she did it that nagging feeling came back once more. The gag had turned off again. Another fifteen minutes and she could relax, really. Once the teacher was here and the class got going everything would be under control. It had to be getting close now. The classroom seemed full. Her concerns about the noise level appeared answered: there wasn't a much noisier place than a junior high classroom just before a class starts, but the closed door muffled it reasonably well: at least it brought it down below the threshold of the switches. The tension that had been building up began to recede once more. Must be very close now, she thought. It's probably not more than a minute or two till the bell (she stiffened) SHIT, oh my God, that's it that's what my brain's been trying to tell me. Oh my God, it wasn't anything about getting free it was trying to remind me ABOUT THE BELL... **BRRRRRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGG** Instantly everything came alive inside her: she gasped as she felt the first shock galvanizing every muscle in her body outward from her rectum, the whirring mania of the little silver egg generating its frenzies between her legs, the gag doing its orgasm dance in her mouth. The self-preservation center in her brain sent out furious messages to hold on, stay quiet, don't make a sound PLEASE. She listened in horror as an earsplitting moan came out of her muffled throat. Her insides turned to water as the door opened, and the faces of Kevin Battey and Sheila Wood, from the seats nearest the back, were framed in the doorway. That instant seemed to freeze, every detail burned into her memory: the consciousness of being naked, balanced on the tripod of her knees and head with bare backside up in the air, with that ridiculous balloon flying from it, her buttocks clenching, her hips moving, her thighs tightening in rhythm, her mouth giving an active blowjob to a disconnected penis... Sheila's hands raised to her mouth, Kevin with his jaw dropping open. Time started back up, at last, though in slow motion. A wave of heat started from her face and spread to her whole body. Her mind battled with the tumult of excitement and shame as she heard Sheila saying "Oh... my... God!" She heard the sound of desks being bumped and chairs overturning, and a rush of feet. More faces appeared in the doorway, expressing various degrees of shock and, in many cases, youthful hormones starting up. The ones with the best view started giggling, trying to stifle it but succeeding only partially. "How could..." / "Stop pushing, lemme see..." / "Look, look at her mouth..." / "Ewww, gross..." / "Laura Burton, you okay..." / "Oh right, she sure looks okay, doesn't she asshole?"... From the back, frantic cries of "What is it? What's going on?" Her long night was over. A long, LONG morning was just beginning.

SALVATION A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, voy, humil, bdsm and torture Chapter 20, The Trustee's Pleasures Jasmine showed the Colonel into the guest room, and let him look at the equipment in the draw and the items her father had placed in a box under the bed. She recognised many of the items, having learnt intimately how they were used and the sensations they caused. Some rekindled the sensations they had caused inside her at the time and, despite herself, she found her cunt moistening at the thought of them being used. "Your father is a very special man," the Colonel told her, as he held up a clip she had often felt close over her nipples, and on a couple of occasions had been used on her labia and clitoris hood. Her clitoris now throbbed at the memory. Despite having had her cunt scoured tender, Jasmine still found herself excited by the prospect of participating with the old man and licked her lips as she knelt beside him to show some of her favourite devices. "Oh, you darling," he chuckled as she showed him the set of moulded penises, the first smooth, the second with ridges along its length, the third with soft rubber protrusions that looked like needles but were soft and forgiving, and the last, looking just like the previous one but with each needle made from steel. "How perfectly delightful!" he gasped, turning the wheel at the base that altered how far each of the pins extended. He would be able to slide it smoothly in, then wind it in, forcing the needles into the flesh, or drive it in with the needles extended, scoring and ripping the flesh as he went. "What else have we here?" he asked breathlessly. There were restraints of leather, some soft and comfortable, others hard, or studded with metal spikes to force total compliance. Ropes too, some smooth some abrasive and toys that could be used to bring on pleasure as much as pain. Only the Floggers, crops, canes, belts and whips were made for one purpose only, and the Colonel caressed each one, wondering to what use they had put to. What little bottoms had felt the hard sweep of the paddle, he wondered. What position had the child been in, who had last received the crop across their pert little bottom. "Get me a little girl, a pretty one that is just developing," the Colonel told Jasmine, patting her hand urgently. Jasmine didn't dawdle, but walked briskly through the corridors to where the orphans were gathered, working at their small desks under the close scrutiny of their strict teacher Miss Evans. Excusing her interruption Jasmine looked at them all, comparing one young girl with another and pushing four towards the far wall where she could compare them more easily. They all looked pretty, but she dismissed one for having her hair shorn and another for having the largest bust of the three. That left two who both looked back at her timidly, neither knowing whether their choosing was for the better or the worse. Unable to decide, Jasmine briskly told them both to lift their skirts and waited, hands on her hips, while both girls timidly obeyed, their eyes going past her to glance at the other boys and girls who were now watching, the older boys with large grins on their faces as the girls were forced to bare their little cunts. Jasmine compared their pubic growth, and then had them turn so she could compare their bottoms. Finally, she knelt down and inserted a moistened finger into their little cunts and anuses, judging which was the tightest fit and which girl was the most timid. The decision made, she thanked Miss Evans and marched the nervous girl out of the classroom and down the corridors before pushing her into the guest room for the Colonel to admire. "Oh yes," he breathed. He still knelt beside the open box, moving items to explore ever deeper but had stopped when the girl had appeared, her expression rushing between nervousness, curiosity and timid excitement. "This is Betty who we believe is thirteen. Say hello to the Colonel," Jasmine said as she began to undo the buttons of the girl's shift. She could have just as easily pulled it off of her head, but slowly undoing the buttons always seemed to excite the men she found. Betty, a pretty blond girl, smiled timidly, her cheeks blooming as her bodice became loose. "Sir," she murmured, her breath quickening as she saw some of the items in the box. "The Colonel has just returned from India," Jasmine told her, drawing the girl's bodice away. Her little breasts sprouted from her chest, the skin as smooth as alabaster and as pale as milk. Her nipples, still childishly small, were at their peek, just waiting to stiffen. "My daddy died in India," Betty murmured, her eyes moistening as she remembered her mother getting the letter. She had only been four or five at the time, but remembered how things had got worse from then on. "Many a good man did," the Colonel acknowledged, as he sat on the bed and waiting for Jasmine to finish undoing the ties at the back of the girl's skirts. He knew how fiddly such things could be and took the opportunity to admire how sweetly her little breasts had begun to form. "Your father would have been proud of you, young lass," he told her, smiling as she blushed prettily, the flush of her skin creeping all the way down her upper chest, right to the rise of her smooth young breasts. Jasmine finally undid the knot of the tie and, loosened, the frock slid down the child's legs, pulling about her feet while she coyly squirmed, biting her lip as the Colonel looked upon her. "Oh my, what a treasure," the old man sobbed. His eyes devouring the pretty little cunt before him, young pubic hairs darkening upon her font, still straight and slender in youth, all pointing towards her smooth edged slit in which the curved sheaf of her clitoris was just in view. "Here, lay her down so I can see her better," he panted, quickly making room on the bed. Jasmine smiled encouragingly to the young girl and helped her step from her clothes and to the broad bed. There, she quickly moved the pillow into the centre of it, then bade the girl lie on her back across it. Betty obeyed, knowing from her years at the poorhouse and now at the sanatorium what disobedience would mean. She lay back with her loins raised high by the pillow beneath her and, when fingers touched her knees, she blushingly parted them. "Such a willing child!" marvelled the Colonel, watching the girl obediently spread her legs, spreading them until she had to reach down and hold her knees apart. "That's the training Sir," Jasmine smiled, then quickly blushed as she recalled how quickly she would turn up her skirts and bend when her father instructed. The feel of his fingers pulling her flesh apart around her anus made her flood with heat and she swallowed and ran her nails along the girl's inner thighs, quickening the child's pulse and bringing a glow to her puffy little slit. "She excites quickly," he observed, his excitement evident from the bulge in his breeches. "Most girls do," Jasmine admitted. "Convention prevents us from showing our true nature, father says," she told him, blushing as she openly admitted her own excitement. "Is she ready yet?" he asked, having eagerly watched Jasmine stroke the child's inner thighs, right up to their junction where her nubile young sex glowed with want. Jasmine reached for her vulva and drew the leaves apart. Betty gasped with the jolt of pleasure it sent swirling up her young body and she thrust her loins up, her eyes wide with the shock of delight while the two adults gazed adoringly into her exposed little cunt, admiring the gleaming wetness and brightly toned pink flesh within. "She's well and truly ready," Jasmine observed, licking her lips as she thought of the pleasure she would have, observing the old man take this young girl. "Good, but before that, I want you to warm that delicious little bottom of hers," he grinned. "As you wish Sir," Jasmine nodded, a new glow appearing to her skin as she considered this request. There was a stout chair in the corner, no doubt for holding children in various positions for treatment, but it suited the Colonel to draw it nearer the bed and sit on it to watch the proceedings. "Do I have to tie you down, or will you be a good girl and take the spanking bravely?" Jasmine asked Betty as she rose and rolled up the sleeve of her uniform. Betty swallowed and gazed meekly. "I'll be good," she promised, her voice quivering with the rising fear inside her. "Over you go then," Jasmine told her. "And be sure to present your bottom as you have been taught," she urged. "I think you'll find it more agreeable if you shed your restrictive clothing my dear," the Colonel told Jasmine, his eyes sparkling with excitement as young Betty turned onto her front and squirmed until her bottom was obscenely presented for the spanking. Jasmine's face burnt and her eyes fluttered with her heartbeat as she faced the old man and slowly undressed for him, one heavily starched garment after another. His eyes seemed to devour her, moving almost constantly as if in fear of missing some small part of her growing nakedness. She turned to let him see her pert bottom, knowing that its swell would be just as arousing to him as her breasts. The Colonel groaned as if to prove the point, then waited for her to turn and face him, adjusting his cock to allow room for it to stand erect inside of his breeches. Unused to such blatant male display, Jasmine blushed and licked her lips. Did he mean to have her also, she wondered, the thought making her spill with excitement. Overly tender, her sore cunt would react sharply to the steady thrusts of a male and her agony would bring on the most intense pleasure. She removed her clothes and stood naked, her thighs slowly creeping apart so he might have a better view of how tender her cunt remained from her father's punishment. "My word!" he gasped, his eyes widening as the fading but tender marks of the flower stems appeared, along the full length of her vulva. "Who?" he breathed, almost speechless. "My Father," she told him softly, thrusting her loins forward so he could better admire how the stems had scored her rounded flesh and passed within them too. "My punishment for masturbating wantonly," she explained, her heart fluttering in the hope he'd touch her. Just one touch would ignite her pleasure, just one little touch. "Definitely a man after my own heart!" he chuckled. "Don't let the child grow cold, spank that lovely bottom of hers!" he ordered. Naked, Jasmine turned back to the girl on the bed, smiling at her as she saw she'd been watching. Betty looked on Jasmine's nakedness and the older girl felt another thrill course through her. "Ready?" she asked. Betty nodded shyly; her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Jasmine smiled and took up a position beside the bed, her thighs well parted so nothing would be hidden from the Colonel, then bent forward to place her left hand on the small of the child's back, pushing it down to pronounce the lovely curves of her bottom. Ready, and feeling the Colonel's eyes slide down to her exposed cunt; Jasmine lifted her arm high and swept it down hard to land firmly and loudly on the child's left bottom cheek. "Count them, there's a good girl," the Colonel urged. "One," Betty murmured, her eyes sliding up Jasmine's parted thighs to gaze at her pubis and the small thatch of curls on it. Jasmine smiled and raised her hand for the second, bringing it down hard across the child's right bottom cheek, grinning at the way Betty jerked and gasped, then softly murmured the count. The child's bottom was tight and resilient, quickly stinging her palm and yet just as quickly turning a rosy red. Jasmine began to squeeze and stroke the cheeks between hand strikes, softly complementing the girl on having such a sweet little bottom, urging her to lift it much higher and let the Colonel see how lovely she was. As Betty panted and mewed, squirming with the sensations surging into her little bottom, Jasmine reached along her thighs and urged her to part them wider so that the Colonel could admire her little cunt and puckered anus. Her spanking continued, Jasmine's breath quickening with the effort as much as from the view she received each time her hand squeezed the child's bottom, pulling flesh from flesh so the little entrance to her cunt was exposed. "That's good," the Colonel remarked after nearly five minutes of the spanking had elapsed. "Let her sit up now," he urged. Weeping softly, Betty dragged herself up until she half sat on her thighs, her hands rubbing franticly at her sore bottom while tears slowly made little rivers down her cheeks. She looked delightful, gazing worriedly from Jasmine to the Colonel, her eyes dropping to their privates where the sight of the old man's bulging breeches brought a glow to her cheeks. "Now, what have we got to brighten those lovely little nipples?" the Colonel asked, his eyes fastened to the nubile beginnings of Betty's young breasts. Jasmine was quick to offer two solutions; the braided cloth flogger that would bring colour to the little developing cones, tenderising the skin and making the nipples swell, or a bunch of dried flower stems, the same type her father had used on her pudenda. The sharp but forgiving stems would score the skin and leave fine lines, dozens of them across both rising breasts. The raised nipples would take the most and caused a centre of fiery sensation the girl would not be able to escape. "Oh yes. Let me help you," the Colonel urged. He stood and shed his clothes, grinning as he revealed a wiry body of completely pale flesh with a slender but long cock that stood erect from between a field of greying pubic hair. He went across to Betty, still rubbing her bottom, and sitting behind her, caught her by her upper arms and pulled them back, presenting Jasmine with the perfect target for the bunch of flower stems. "Be brave!" He told the young girl, inhaling her youthful scent and bringing her bottom up against his cock. She whimpered, squeezing her bottom one moment, feeling his cock and panting hotly the next. All the while, her eyes stared at the naked young woman standing over her, a bunch of dead flower stems in her hand. Jasmine swept the stems across Betty's outthrust breasts and watched the sore and red lines appear while Betty squealed and squirmed, her eyes widening in shock at the pain that soared into her. "Now, now," urged the Colonel, his grip tightening on the girl. "Go on, grip my cock lass!" he urged. Betty did so, whimpering and shaking as she watched Jasmine draw her arm back. Then the plant stems had once more scraped across the swell of her two breasts, scoring the tender flesh, scrapping her tender nipples. She wept as the darts of flame punched into her nipples, her breasts feeling bloated and sore, and her sore bottom continuing to send a deep itching flame into her. "Go on, Go on!" the Colonel urged, pulling the girl against him so he could look over her shoulder and admire the fine score marks across both her little breasts. Jasmine needed little urging. She swept the stems down across Betty's breasts once more, grinning as her aim scored the underside and made Betty catch her breath and arch before a high-pitched scream escaped her. The Colonel grinned and held her against him. With her arms held, her lower body contorted to left and right, often up against his cock where the feel of her struggles served to heighten his pleasure. He nodded for Jasmine to continue so she didn't wait for the wailing girl to quieten, but struck again, aiming across the middle of the smoothly rising breasts, scoring deeply and bringing fresh wails and frantic attempts to escape. "Now two or three quick ones across her belly!" he urged. He put his hands around her body, one above her little breasts, the other low, holding her pelvis to close him and presenting the weeping girl's flattened belly to her. Jasmine licked her lips and bent her arm back. Dizzy with excitement, she swept the stems down and scored the lovely surface of Betty's belly. The Colonel looked euphoric as he fought to hold the squealing and struggling young girl and given the opportunity, Jasmine wielded the stems yet again; adding to the score marks that appeared on her otherwise smooth flesh. Betty hardly fought the last one, exhausted as she was. Her whole body hurt and she was only semi conscious as she was laid down on her back across the pillow and her thighs pulled wide apart again. With her eyesight made fuzzy by her weeping, she saw the figure of the Colonel rise above her, a look of delight on his face as he looked down at her struggling body. "No more," she whimpered, "please." The Colonel stared down at the child's lovely young body, her budding breasts made beautiful by the hundreds of lacerations that scored the tender flesh. He'd never seen nipples stiffen and darken so quickly and groaned with pleasure at seeing them. His left hand took both the girl's wrists and held them over her head against the bed, flattening the little cones and making her look much younger still. He fondled the child's torso with his right hand, tracing the many feint lacerations and groaning as Jasmine took his aching cock and steered it towards the girl's now open cunt. "Now!" He heard her urge and he looked down at the wet face of the young girl and thrust. Hot little cunt surrounded him, squeezing and burning, threatening to strangle his cock while her face mirrored a new type of pain. He never wanted to forget the look on her face and thrust again in an effort to extend it. He thrust himself deep into her cunt, and then rocked back and forth, groaning in delight over the contorted face of the agonised child. Jasmine gripped Betty's ankle and slid astride it, biting her lip as the girl's toes pressed into her sore vulva. She whimpered and, seeing the Colonel thrust harshly into the child for the second time, pushed herself downwards, welcoming the pain it brought sweeping up her body. "Yes, yes, yes, YES!" The Colonel cried, too excited to last long in the vice like sheaf of the young girl's cunt. Jasmine closed her eyes and bit her lip, shuddering on the explosion of her own pleasure and gasping afterwards as the growing pain forced her off the girl's toes. ****** The orphans looked nervously at each other as Doctor Croft entered Miss Evan's classroom with a thin and pale woman, who held a little bag tightly in front of her. Her pale blue eyes looked keenly at all of them. "Dear me," she whimpered. "So many to chose from!" she complained. "Is there any trait you're particularly interested in Miss Haigh?" asked the doctor with a comforting smile. "Well," she said, and licked her lips as she glanced around the classroom again. "Would you have any children that are related?" she asked. "A brother and sister perhaps?" she asked breathlessly. Samuel smiled and looked for the two children who he knew would be sitting together. "Eve? Edward? Stand up please" he called. The boy and girl stood up and face him, their faces unusually pale as they waited to discover what the doctor had in store for them. "Eve is nine, her brother is thirteen," he murmured, smiling at the look of adoration the woman was giving to these attractive orphans. "Oh, they'll do perfectly!" she beamed. Samuel pointed to the pair and led them off to the surgery. Lily had escorted the Reverend back to their private rooms and had arranged for Joseph to be taken to his bed and left there to recover, so the surgery was empty when they arrived. An antiseptic smell was all that remained of earlier activities as the doctor placed brother and sister against the far wall and had them stand together while he prepared the camera. Miss Haigh watched with great interest, moving constantly, filled with nervous tension as she waited in eager anticipation. The camera prepared, it flashed and it recorded brother and sister standing beside each other, the girl no taller than her brother's shoulder, their drab clothes leaving their arms and legs bare. Samuel removed the plate and replaced it with a new one, then turned to smile at the timid looking pair. "Remove your clothes," he ordered. Edward may have remembered a time when such requests were considered dirty and never to be obeyed, but Eve didn't. She proceeded to take off what few clothes she wore, her calm acceptance silently urging her elder brother to do the same. Soon they were both naked and being urged to stand straight and look ahead of them. The flash went off again, recording their likeness for posterity. "Side-on now please," Samuel called. The children turned in the same direction, Eve in front of Edward. "Edward, make your cock stiff," Samuel called. He blushed and looked from his naked sister's bottom to Miss Haigh who was watching everything avidly. His cock shrunk still further, and lay flaccid over his ball sack, making him tremble, as he feared a whipping for not obeying. "Eve, help your brother please," Samuel, asked. The girl blushed and turned to look at her brother, licking her lips as her attention dropped to the focus of everyone's attention. ""I don't know," she told him, blushing hotly. "Come now child," Miss Haigh said, interrupting Doctor Croft and rushing forward. She knelt between the pair of them and gently took the girl by her wrists, pulling her towards her elder brother and guiding her little hands around his shrunken little cock. "Pull gently with one hand, and stroke him with the other," she instructed. Eve nervously swallowed and darted a glance up at her open- mouthed brother, her fingers coming into contact with his privates. "That's a good girl!" Miss Haigh urged, her voice full of awe as the little girl did as she was told eager to avoid being punished herself and began to masturbate her brother's cock. With the accompaniment of a shocked gasp, the boy's cock began to lengthen and harden, drawn on by his younger sister's timid stroking, and all the while Miss Haigh was there to encourage and suggest. Only when the boy was fiercely erect did she step back and smile, allowing the sister to continue stroking the slender long stem, the flash of the camera ensuring the moment would be captured forever. "Now Edward, come and lie on the table," Samuel called, patting the adjustable surface and pulling the camera back to a new position. Edward got on the table and laid back, his erect cock now lying flat along his belly. Samuel lifted it and drew the foreskin right back, smiling as it made the boy gasp and jerk. "Tender, eh?" he asked, his nail sliding over the exposed tip. "Yes Sir," Edward nodded. "Perhaps it needs cleaning?" the doctor suggested. A squeeze behind the glands brought a drop of fluid to the tip and Edward swallowed a little nervously as his sister peered over his side to continued looking at what was being done to his cock. Miss Haigh watched too, and she became breathless with excitement, as the doctor picked up a long and slender tool and held it up for her to examine. A little thicker than fine wire, it was made of rubber and was quite flexible, but its surface had been roughened to become abrasive. "Lie perfectly still now Edward," Samuel cautioned him. Placing the pointed tip at the eye of his cock he slid it inwards and the boy gasped and tensed, his eyes wildly looking upwards at the doctor as the urethra cleaner travelled inwards, along the whole length of his hardened cock, leaving a small piece sticking out. "There!" Samuel exclaimed. Across from him, Eve peered over his loins to stare with big round eyes at his now rampant cock, with the stem of the cleaner sticking out from it. "Would you like to draw it out Eve?" he asked pleasantly. Eve licked her lips and looked between the smiling doctor and her brother's awfully rude cock. However, it gave her a pleasant tingle down below to look at it and think of him doing it with girls. It made her tingle even more to think she could hold it and actually draw the slender doctor's tool from it. She nodded and reached for her brother, her breath quickening as she felt the heat of it burn into her palm. With her other hand she took a hold of the tip of the medical tool and gently pulled. Edward let out a howl and gripped the edge of the table to either side of him as the roughened rubber began to act like barbs, gripping into his urethra and scraping along the tender inner walls. Miss Haigh stepped closer and took Edward's hands, cupping them in her own and pulling them to her chest while she gazed down at him lovingly. "Be brave!" she begged him, her breath shortening as she led his hands over her breasts and let him feel them through her clothes. Edward sobbed, excitement and dread flowing through him and battling in his gut. He softly squeezed the largest bust he'd ever squeezed and dreamt of his dead mother. Then the terrible burning engulfed him again as the rod was pulled outward by his little sister and his grip tightened as his body contorted in agony. "Yes, yes, bear with it!" Miss Haigh gasped, her legs weakening as the young boy in his agony mauled her breasts. "All the way out," Doctor Croft told Eve, stroking her hair lovingly. Glowing with the doctor's approval, Eve ignored Edward's contortions and pulled the rubber stem fully out, its departure letting Edward fall back onto the table, exhaustion overcoming him. "Well, that was excellent!" Samuel smiled. "Now, shall we have a look at you, while your brother recovers?" he asked the young girl. Eve blushed and looked at her brother, his cock still sticking up rampantly. "Will it hurt?" she asked. "Oh, not necessarily," he chuckled. He wheeled a second examination table over and helped little Eve to climb onto it before lifting the end at an angle and then attaching what looked like stirrups at the other. Miss Haigh pulled herself away from caressing and teasing Edward's cock into jerking and weeping pre-come, to come over and watch as Doctor Croft arranged little Eve on her back, her sweet little bottom now raised up by the platform at its end. He then took her thighs and raised them over her head, sliding the stirrups over each ankle to secure them above her. It left her bottom and cunt raised and exposed, its bright pink inner flesh peeking from half parted labia. "She's so exposed!" Miss Haigh breathed. Samuel rolled a stool to the foot of the table and invited Miss Haigh to sit on it, presenting her with the Eve's fully exposed cunt, anus and bottom now perfectly positioned for a detailed examination. "Glorious!" she breathed, her eyes drinking in the beauty of her the child's labia, widely parted bottom, fragrant young cunt and winking little anus. Doctor Croft retrieved two small leather belts, each about eight inches long and half an inch thick from which slender cords hung along its length, each about six inches long but adjustable, each with small clips at the end. He then attached them to each of her thighs and smiled down at her face as she watched with curiosity. Miss Haigh was watching also, waiting excitedly to see what was to occur. Her face shone above the glow of Eve's fat little vulva, her eyes sliding over it, from the stem of her clitoris down to the deep crevice of her little bottom where her anus timidly twitched. Samuel took the first clip and adjusted the strap that held it to the leather garter tightly fastened to Eve's upper thigh. Once adjusted, he took a gentle grip on the fatty lip of her sex and pushed the clip over it, releasing it onto the tender love lip. Eve gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the grip of the clip on her labia. And as she shook, absorbing the swelling pain, Samuel took the other fleshy wing and attached a clip from her other leg to it. Eve cried out and shook. A move of her slender young thighs and the clips pulled on her baby-like labia, drawing them outward and away from each other. Miss Haigh groaned, her eyes held by the exposed little mouth to the girl's little cunt. Her virginity had already been taken, yet the little passage was still that; little, the smoothly fleshed mouth gleaming pink. Samuel took hold of each quivering knee and slowly drew them further and further apart. The clips tightening on the soft flesh of Eve's young labia and stretched them apart. Eve whimpered and arched, trying to reduce the stretch but failing to do so. Miss Haigh leaned in to stare avidly at the painful distortion of such young flesh and the growing expanse of deep pink interior now spread for her pleasure. The doctor adjusted the leg harness to hold Eve's legs apart, then walked round to enjoy the view with Miss Haigh for a while. Then he produced a rubber tube, small and thin and dipped one end in grease before putting it to Eve's opened slit. Under Miss Haigh's close scrutiny, the doctor carefully probed Eve's sex flesh, the child's whimpering and squirming making it hard for him to find her little urethra. Once found though, the tube was slowly pushed home, Eve panting with a short quick breath as she felt it pushed into her. Pushed into her bladder, her rich urine slid past her defences and ran from the far end of the tube, slowly filling the jar the doctor had prepared. Amazed, Miss Haigh took a hold of the tube and gently drew it back and forth, watching Eve's bright flesh being drawn in and out with the tube as it clutched at it, the flow of urine slowing as the tube was drawn from her bladder, then growing again as it returned. Miss Haigh played until the flow of rich urine ceased, then let the doctor draw the tube out. He was left with half a jar of strongly scented water which he lifted, first to smell it, then to sip a small amount of it, swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing. "Would you like a try?" Samuel asked his guest politely. Miss Haigh looked at the rich liquid and then licked her lips as she considered the question. Violent emotions made her shake, but at last she quickly nodded and took the small jar. There was a moment of hesitation, a last chance for the left of her brain to battle with the right. She tipped the jar back, sipping the liquid and jerked by the flash of the camera. Then the strong flavour was filling her mouth, producing saliva and causing her swallow repeatedly. The taste remained with her, faintly metallic, faintly oily and very acidic. The doctor watched her cautiously. "What now Sir?" she asked. Samuel smiled with relief and lifted one of several glass columns with a rubber plunger at one end. Eve, watching, couldn't say what it was for, but the sight of it alone made her whimper, gasping when her jerking pulled the clips on her stretched labia. There were several on the tray to chose from, and Samuel selected one and tried placing it over the little girl's clitoris hood, only to find it too small. So he returned it to the tray and picked up the next, smiling as it neatly covered the little fleshy protuberance. Holding the end firmly to her flesh, he drew back the plunger and smiled as the young girl caught her breath and Miss Haigh gasped. The vacuum that he'd created by pulling the plunger up, had sucked Eve's tender clitoris further into it, swelling the tender morsel as well as filling it with blood, tenderising it still further. The vacuum held it in place and allowed Samuel to take up a smaller one. The child's pinched back labia gave him a perfect view of her slit, now spread before him, so it was an easy matter to find her tiny uterus again and, covering it with the syringe, pull the plunger to draw her flesh into the cylinder. Wide eyed, Eve panted and shook. She wanted to stretch, yet knew she couldn't. She wanted to push her crotch up, but couldn't. She wanted to madly rub the flesh pinched by the clips, and couldn't. And now new feelings were starting to swell from the flesh imprisoned by the glass cylinders, drawn out by the vacuum. "Please," she whined, unsure of what she was pleading for. Samuel smiled and, taking two of the larger cylinders, fastened one over her soft little pink nipple, offering Miss Haigh the other. Grinning excitedly, Miss Haigh took the device and pressed its open end to the other little nipple bud, and then slowly pulled on the plunger, sucking the tender morsel of flesh into the glass while the girl stared at it and panted. "Do you like that, do you?" she asked the child, her excitement swelling as she looked between Eve's thighs and saw how disfigured her little innocent cunt had become. Eve nodded, and begged to be caressed by the woman, blinking as the bright flash of the camera went off again. "This is marvellous!" Miss Haigh told him, half standing in order to feast her eyes on the young girl, her thighs bent up and her body on show, her cunt disfigured and widely spread by the clips and the vacuum flasks. "Well, there's one area we've not touched yet," Samuel reminded her. Miss Haigh caught her breath and sat down again, her hands framing the anal groove of the young girl while she stared excitedly at the little pink anus the doctor was referring to. "What are you going to do?" she asked. Samuel wheeled the other table over, as her brother had recovered enough now to look across at his sister's exposed body and lick his lips. Miss Haigh watched as the young boy's cock began to erect again. "You dirty boy!" she told him. She fanned at her face with her hand and watched his cock reach its full extension. "We should do something about that doctor," she told him. "Let's attend to Eve's little bottom first," he suggested, bringing a tray over to her. "Oh, my!" Miss Haigh gasped, staring at all the dressmaking pins that were neatly laid out on the tray beside a small burner. Samuel smiled and lit the small burner with a match. "You may use the pins either hot or cold," he explained. "The reaction to the child is similar, but the affects are a little different," he told her. "The cold will stab the flesh and the wound may bleed slightly. The more deeply inserted, the more it is likely to bleed. Using the hot pin will seal the wound even as you make it. "Well-heated pins will pass into flesh much more easily too," he explained, offering her a soft leather glove. Miss Haigh took the glove as if in a trance and slowly drew her hand into it while watching the doctor take a pin and hold it over the flame. "However, if it hot, it should be very hot," he cautioned. Eve, wide eyed and shaking whimpered and sobbed, wanting to escape and yet forced by the clips on her labia to stay still. The pin glowed and Miss Haigh watched it as the doctor moved it close to the girl's outthrust bottom. His free hand framing a perfect area of smooth skin, he placed the tip of the pin to it and pressed. Eve flung her head back and screamed, tears bursting from her wide eyes as the pain seared into her. Her shaking legs pulled tightly on her labia, distorting and stretching them. "Oh doctor!" the woman gasped, and all flustered, picked up a pin and hastily placed it over the little burner, her hand shaking excitedly. "Wait till it glows," he cautioned, knowing she was eager to drive the pin into the quivering and weeping young girl's bottom. Miss Haigh couldn't stop from panting, nor halt the quiver in her hand as she held the pin over the flame and waited for it to begin to glow. Eve was waiting for her, the young child weeping and quivering, one pin already sticking out of her bottom. The pin began to glow and Miss Haigh swallowed and drew it over to the child. Eve began to cry and beg. Both excited her even more and her breath grew shorter as she poised the pin above the inward curve of one little bottom cheek. "Quick, before it cools!" urged the doctor. Miss Haigh put the hot tip to Eve's bottom and sobbed with delight as her fingers pressure pushed the red hot tip into the girl's flesh. The child screamed once more, her jerking pulling her labia right out before her sanity returned and she screamed. "Nicely placed," Doctor Croft observed. "Now try one a little further into her anal groove," he offered, his hands pulling the tight young cheeks further apart. Eve sobbed uncontrollably and swung her head from side to side, the only movement she could make without hurting herself. Miss Haigh took another pin and held it over the little flame, her hand shaking with excitement as she waited impatiently for it to begin to glow. At last, the end of the pin glowing a brilliant red, Miss Haigh brought it to the weeping girl's bottom and looked at the area of flesh the doctor was holding stretched for her. "No, no, pleeeease!" Eve cried. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Miss Haigh plunged the hot pin into the little girl's bottom, just an inch from her anus, then looked up along the child's body to watch her darling little face contort with the pain, her ears ringing to the girl's wails of agony. As the child screamed, Miss Haigh swept aside convention and gathered up her dress, her hand seeking the earliest opportunity to slide beneath, three fingers immediately pushing into herself, reducing her fierce need. Samuel smiled and picked up the moulded leather sheaf that had been lying to one side, waiting for the right moment. Like a corset, it was laced along one side, allowing the delicately made leather to be slid on while loose. He slid it delicately over Edward's cock, and then gently pushed his balls into the leather pouch before closing the laces along the lower half of his cock. As he tightened them, so the boy's eyes bulged as he felt the small pins dig into his ball sack and the lower half of his cock. The exposed upper length of his erection bulged, swelling with the fierce sensations surging into the base. "Come on boy!" he urged, helping the lad to stand, then drawing him the short distance between his own table and where his sister lay, weeping hysterically as she begged them to stop. "Let's see you fuck her," Samuel told the boy. Edward swallowed and looked down at his little sister's cunt, her pinched and pulled apart labia now swollen and tender, nearly as bright as the exposed flesh within. His breath quickening, he moved the glass cylinders aside. his heart beginning to pound as he saw how her flesh had been drawn into them. Amazed, he looked down at her little cunt. She was tiny, only nine, but to refuse the bidding of the doctor would mean far worse than anything they had received so far. "Do you need some help?" Miss Haigh asked him, one arm under her skirts. The other rose to stroke his cock, then draw it downward, till it pointed at the little virgin cunt in front of him. "Go on!" she urged breathlessly. With the pins in the leather sheaf causing an agonising heat to invade his cock, Edward put all thought aside and plunged his cock forward. His little sister yelped and he grunted, the pain of missing his mark bringing tears to his eyes. "Ops, sorry darling," Miss Haigh giggled breathlessly, her face glowing as her arm moved steadily back and forth under her skirts. "Try again," she urged, the hand on his cock making him wince as it pulled it more firmly downward. More cautiously, Edward drew forward, a gasp escaping him as his tender cock head met the hollow of his little sister's vagina and pushed her unforgiving flesh inwards. The flash of the large camera went off and Edward fought for breath and pushed more firmly inwards, crying out over his sisters squeal as the head of his cock was suddenly thrust into her and was squeezed tightly by her vaginal muscles. "Yes, yes, and again!" Miss Haigh urged. Sobbing with the new sensations flowing along his cock, Edward pushed. While his sister whined, her head thrown back, he felt his cock embed itself in her tight and hot young cunt, filling it with just half his cock, the rest suffering the leather sheaf. "Oh, what a sight!" Miss Haigh breathed. On her perch, she could see it all; the boy's tight bottom, his cock held by the weeping girl, his very own sister. Swallowing and panting, Edward began a slow movement, pulling and pushing against his sister's unforgiving sex. He moved as far as his flesh would allow, pulling at his skin and groaning as the tension added to the fierce sensations rising into his body through his cock. His movement increased, spurred on by Miss Haigh's urging and the sticky wet fingers she trailed up and down his bottom, tickling him underneath. "Are you there yet? Are you, are you?" Miss Haigh asked, her eyes twinkling in her bright face as her own hand quickened pace. Edward couldn't talk and could hardly breathe as the flash blinded him and his sister's weeping no longer meant anything to him. Only the need in his cock mattered and he worked ceaselessly to satisfy it, quickening his pace, lengthening his stroke despite the pain it caused him. He jerked powerfully now into his sister's tight little cunt, until the pain reached a new level and, with a strangled cry, his orgasm took possession of him and he could only jerk forward when it ordered him so, shooting his seed into Eve's little body. Miss Haigh drew him out and lifted his cock to nuzzle it lovingly with her lips. Samuel took one last picture, capturing her act while, beside them; Eve's little raw cunt wept a mixture of seed and blood onto her pin-covered bottom. ****** Lily Croft marched the two little tarts along the corridor and thrust them, one at a time, into the room she and Mrs Emma Weldon had chosen for their punishment. Arms folded under her large bust, Mrs Weldon stood at the far side of the room next to the two chairs that had been placed two feet from the wall. With a stern face she looked them over, while behind them, Lily Croft closed the door and bolted it shut. Anne, was fourteen, nicely developed, with shapely breasts, a small flat waist and a pert bottom that was made all the more fuller by her nicely curved hips. Rachel was only nine, and her face was a picture of remorse as she stood nervously looking at the stern women. It was not difficult to see why Anne had chosen this little tart for her pleasures. "Remove your clothes, NOW!" Emma Weldon shouted, and smiled as the girls cringed, then hastily obeyed her. The women watched in silence, enjoying the spectacle as the girls nervously removed their clothes and stood naked, Anne fighting the urge to cover the little down of hair that graced her pubis. "We have it on good authority that you are having an unhealthy sexual relationship," Mrs Weldon told them; watching them both pale and lick their lips nervously. "You are now going to be severely punished for your appalling wantonness!" she spat, the girls both cringing, and little Rachel's gentle weeping now becoming a full crying bout. Pleased with the reactions of the two condemned girls, Emma breathed in and let her eyes wander more freely over their young bodies. It had been a long while since she'd had the opportunity to release her pent up sexual tendencies. The girls looked perfect to rekindle her pent up sexual passions; Anne was ripening very nicely, and little Rachel although immature was very willing to please. "Anne, you will be first," she told her. The child swallowed and looked towards the waiting chairs, no doubt wondering what position she would have to attain, and how badly the women intended to punish her. Emma moved over to stand next to the chairs and checked that they were anchored securely. "Come here you disgusting child and stand astride this chair seat, and bend forward, with your belly on the chair back, and your arms flat up against the wall," Emma ordered harshly. Although punished occasionally, Anne had never had to take up this position and therefore couldn't know how the seat of the chair would force her thighs so far apart, nor how, in order to put her arms flat against the wall, she would need to dip her lower back, pushing her bottom out and so indecently apart. Biting her lip, Anne whimpered, her face burning as the position she was now in pulled at her vulva, widely exposing it. Her bottom too had parted and the cool air of the room flowed intimately over her sensitive anus. With a gasp she clenched herself, and burnt as the women laughed at her embarrassment. The women went across to the punishment tools that were displayed on the wall and took their time to select suitable instruments. They discussed the merits of each one while the girls looked on, tears running lovingly down their pretty faces, and swung them through the air to hear the whistle they made. They both chose canes, each quite thin and flexible. They both stood to either side of Anne's lovely bottom and tapped the smooth curves with the cane's tips, grinning as her shaking grew. Then they both raised the canes and, as one, delivered a sharp sweep to the girl, one aiming high, the other low. Anne squealed, the dual blow sweeping like fire through her bottom, filling her with the burning pain before dampening to leave just the awful itching burning aftermath. "KEEP STILL!" they chorused as Anne girl tried to put her hands on her bottom. She whimpered instead, unaware of how exciting her young bottom looked, the little cheeks criss-crossed by brightening lines of tender flesh. Breathing deeply, both women glowing with their excitement, they tapped Anne's little white bottom once more, each aiming a little lower than their last strike, the preliminary tapping making Anne quiver and mournfully weep. Then, with a nod, the ladies drew their canes back, and swept them down for another dual strike on the Anne's burning bottom. Anne's head flew back as she screamed her agony to the ceiling. It also arched her back and made her bottom even more delectable. Two new lines swelled across her rear, both tender and sore skin begging to be caressed and tendered. Below it, her cunt squeezed up against one leg, then the other as she tossed from side to side in an effort to rid herself of the insidious burning sensation. "One more, don't you think?" Emma asked Lily. "One more would complete the picture," Lily agreed, looking at the four stripes and the space between them. Anne sobbed and begged them not to. They ignored her, ordering her to straighten her thighs and make sure that the whole of her lower arms were against the wall. Not until the sobbing girl's bottom was well presented to them again, did they begin tapping her bottom preparing themselves as much as the child for the next harsh strokes. Having done it twice before, the women raised their canes in near perfect unison, hesitating at their peek for one final look at the wailing girl, waiting in agony for her final strike. Then the cane's descended, each whistling through the air to land sharply upon Anne's bottom, one low, where the swelling flesh was soft and tender, the other across the very apex of her bottom, where the cane could cut deeply. A strident cry filled the room, and now the women let the squealing girl grasp at her bottom, taking pleasure from watching as the girl kneaded the cheeks, often pulling flesh from flesh to unknowingly delight the women with glimpses of her clenched anal flesh and her bright pink vaginal mouth. As the immediate flare of pain subsided to the inescapable burning in her bottom, Anne made to step away from the chair and was stopped. "No," Emma told her, the rod tapping her sore bottom again. "Stay in position and remain silent. We haven't finished with you yet my girl!" "Rachel," Mrs Weldon called. Across the room little Rachel, stood crying with her fists clenched nervously together, pressing them to her mouth as she watched Anne's caning. "Yes, Ma'am?" she whimpered, hardly able to talk through her fear. "A little to young for the cane, eh?" Emma asked Lily, rolling up the sleeve of her gown. "Oh, I quite agree," Lily nodded; doing the same and smiling at the nine year old as she began imagining how nice and tight that little bottom would feel against her hand. "Same position child, and be quick about it!" Emma called. Rachel walked to the chair and nervously straddled it, her smaller, leaner young body having trouble spreading her thighs enough to stand astride the seat. Nor was she tall enough to lean up against the wall in front of her as Anne was doing, but had to lean fully forward and put her arms over her head before she could reach the wall. The women placed their hands on the young girl's shoulder blades and caressed her pert little bottom with the other. The little cheeks had fully parted, exposing the little farthing-like ring of her anus. Below it, smoothly curved, lay the hollow of her sex, the delicate opening to her vagina. Leaning to their side, the women plucked and pulled on young tender flesh, smiling as they girl gasped through her tears on feeling her cunt drawn open. "Obviously well used to being handling," Lily suggested. "Then we shouldn't be worried if our fingers accidentally smack such a naughty little cunt!" Mrs Weldon answered, her eyes gleaming with forthcoming pleasure. Hands rose and swept down, one immediately following the other, one upon one cheek, one upon the other. The girl squealed but could do little else, held captive over the chair as their hands continued their constant spanking of her pretty little bottom. Very soon Rachel's little bottom was glowing a lovely deep pink, but still the women continued, their faces showing their attention as they worked to ensure the complete curve of the bottom was brought to a burning red. Rachel's squeals and cries had died too breathless weeping, her tired body succumbing to the women's positioning. The remorseless spanking continued, one hand, then the next, and each one bringing a start as fresh sparks shot into her spine. Otherwise, her whole bottom burnt, hot coals inescapably put into her rear by their spanking. Grinning, Lily turned her hand and brought another sharp slap down, her fingers now slapping the child's vaginal mouth and bringing a fresh, sharper start to her bent form. Emma grinned and did the same to then lick her lips as the weeping girl jumped and gasped. "What a dirty little tart!" Lily breathed, slapping at her little cunt with her fingers and watching the child jerk, then breathlessly gasp and shake. "Filthy little tart!" Emma agreed, her own fingers coming down to slap against that same little opening, brightening the soft flesh and bringing a gleam to it. Lily's turn, then Emma's again. Both women became increasingly familiar with the young girl and the slapping of her lower bottom so their fingers could graze her little cunt and bring it to stinging alertness. Soon their familiarity grew and their hands were landing fully on the little girls cunt, flattening her rounded vulva with the force of their slaps, wetting their palms as the squealing girl lost control of herself and peed down her legs, crying fitfully for her dead 'mummy'. Breathless with excitement more than exertion, the two women stopped and looked at their handiwork, licking their lips as they admired the blazing vulva sitting roundly beneath the glowing sphere's of her little bottom. Their attention turned back to Anne and the older girl cringed in fear, whimpering with the terrible thought that her cunt would now receive the same treatment. "Come here girl, and bring that cane with you!" she was told. Anne hurried to obey, falling to her knees in front of Mrs Weldon and begging sobbingly not to be beaten any more. "Shut up, or I will!" she was told. Anne whimpered and clung to the woman's skirts, shaking as she offered up the cane. "It's not for me girl. You are to use it," Anne was told as she was pulled to her feet. Mrs Weldon pointed to Rachel, still weeping and shuddering from her treatment and grinned as Anne went pale. "You are to give her six cuts. They had better be good ones girl, or we will begin again on your own bottom, and continue to do so until you get it right! Do you understand me girl?" she was asked. Anne swallowed and stared at her little friend's already burnished bottom, her rounded cunt now puffy and red, the tender flesh burning as brightly as her bottom. She nodded and was dragged into position behind her friend. "Make sure they're hard ones my girl, or else!" Emma threatened from one side. Anne sobbed silently for her little friend as she raised the cane and measured it against her bottom. There would be no fondling under the covers after this she thought. Rachel turned her head to look at her, her face stained with tears, and looked away as Anne raised the cane. "I'd not take too long if I were you, either," she was warned by Lilly. Biting her lip, Anne swept the cane downward, wincing as it struck a harsh blow over her friend's bottom already made tender by repeated spanking. She cringed still more as Rachel screamed and danced in agony, the skin rapidly rising along the line of it's landing. "Again," both women called, almost as one. While Rachel cried and madly begged forgiveness, Anne blinked the tears from her eyes and measured her friend's bottom for the next blow. The women watched in breathless excitement as Anne raised the cane, then brought it down in a sharp slicing motion that wickedly cut into Rachel's pert little bottom. It was delightful to watch, every single moment bringing new pleasures to them. Rachel was still crying, her begging lost in her uncontrollable wails while the cane rose again. Anne looked lovely, her body sculptured by titan as she held herself poised for a moment, her arm raised. The cane whistled. Anne's young body swung with the grace of a tennis player, and Rachel screeched afresh as it landed and brought a fresh welt to her marred bottom. Fresh urine spurted from her as she once more she lost control of herself. It gleamed on her slender young thighs while her little bottom rotated in an effort to dispel some of the pain. Knowing there would be no relief, Anne swung the fifth down, sobbing as she felt forced to doing it as hard as she could and shaking as Rachel shrieked and danced. Spots of blood now appeared on her little behind. "One more," she was reminded. Rachel was blubbering, half senseless and Anne was weeping at the terrible scoring she'd caused. Yet one more strike remained, and it had to be as fierce and unforgiving as the others. She swung blindly through her tears and felt the shock of it landing, then Rachel's terrible shriek as the pain engulfed her for yet a sixth time. "Yes that should do nicely," Emma murmured, her eyes fully on the little bottom in front of her, little pert cheeks reddened by a hard spanking, then scored by the firm application of the cane for six nicely spaced cuts. "I think I'll just sit on this one's little wet face for a little while," Lily murmured breathlessly, taking Rachel by her hair to pull her back from the chair. With Rachel still crying, Lily laid her on the ground, then quickly lifted her skirts about her knees to help her squat, firmly placing her crotch on the little girl's wet face where she could feel the child crying into her overheated cunt. "Oh yes!" she sighed, trembling as her first orgasm burst through her, holding herself as she waited for the next, and the next to claim her. Emma smiled without humour at Anne and moved on her. Weeping, Anne shook her head and moved cautiously backwards, begging to be let off. "Now, now," Emma threatened. "You don't want another caning, do you?" she asked the child. Anne wept, knowing there was no escape, and let herself be caught and pulled towards the nearby table. Visions of having her face sat upon like Rachel went through her mind, right up to the point when, having been pushed back onto the table, her legs were lifted and pulled urgently apart. Without warning, the woman's head was between her thighs, her thick and course tongue delving between her lips, turning aside her soft curls to draw her labia apart and slide along her slit. The sensations took her breath and, even more, transferred the urgent heat in her bottom from pain to pleasure. With a loud whimper, Anne found herself pushing he crotch upward into the woman's face, hating and loving her at the same time. With a sob caused by the intense pleasure spiralling up her belly, Anne ignored the possible repercussions and reached down to twist her fingers into the woman's hair, forcing her nose, mouth and chin into her young sex. A breathless cry escaped her as the huge tongue slid knowingly over her anus, then slid on to enter her cunt, dragging her thick wetness from her. Her feet found the table edge and levered her crotch upwards. Her hands pulled at the face with manic strength, willing it to take all the pain away by working harder on her cunt. Her pelvis jerked upwards of its own volition, up and down as if mounted by one of the boys and the tongue drove forward to slide across her clitoris. Anne's body strained with the powerful release of pleasure soaring through her skeleton. Head flung back, she keened with the monumental release, soaring high, the hands gripping her bottom only serving to extend her delight, on and on until, too exhausted to think, she collapsed on the table and fought for breath.

SALVATION A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, humil, bdsm and torture Chapter 22, Cruel Education Jasmine entered the room, followed meekly by a little girl from the poorhouse and smiled at the group of parents who were seated around a low bed that had been placed in the centre. "Good morning," she said curtsying before drawing the girl forward, her wrists bound behind her back. "This is Melody who is eleven and she is going to receive Doctor Croft's special treatment for self abuse," she explained. The parents looked at each other and licked their lips; there eyes travelling over the child, her plain cotton shift hiding little of her pretty pubescent form. Jasmine let them admire the nervous girl while she turned down the bed and puffed up two large feather pillows before placing them in the middle. "Melody is perhaps a little younger than your own daughters," Jasmine told them, "but she has a proven history of self abuse, and therefore is an excellent subject, despite her age," she explained now turning to the girl to remove her shift. The sleeves parted without having to release her bound wrists and the adults found themselves staring at her nakedness, a wisp of dark hair sprouting from her little vulva, and the bud of her breasts standing like acorns from her flat chest. "Come on. You don't want me to spank you again, do you?" Jasmine told her, leading the wide-eyed and frightened little girl to the low bed, then helping her lie upon it, the two large feather pillows lifting her pelvis and making her pubis appear even more prominent. "As you are probably aware," Jasmine told the watching parents as she arranged the child's limbs, parting her knees to attach a rubber rope to them so the girl could partially close her legs if she strained to do so, but would otherwise have her legs spread at the knee as far as the outer edge of the mattress. "We deny our patients the pleasure of arousing themselves and instead arouse them ourselves on a regular basis," she explained. From under the bed Jasmine retrieved a case and opened it in front of the parents, but hiding the contents from the girl. As they looked at the contents, some blushed as they saw the myriad of implements that lay within. "All these implements are designed to arouse," Jasmine explained, but before I use them on Melody, we'll just check to make sure that she's following Doctor Croft's rules for patient hygiene," she explained. Jasmine then opened a smaller box and took out a slender but phallic looking object for all to observe. There was a valley along it that ran from its tip right down to the base. Seeing it, Melody licked her lips and tensed. "Used to this, aren't you Melody?" Jasmine chuckled, as her fingers took hold of the girl's labia and pulled flesh from flesh, exposing the bright pink mouth to her sweet cunt. "There we go," Jasmine crooned, slipping the rounded head into the little pink opening and pushing it gently up her passage. Staring up at the ceiling, Melody took short breaths, her thighs trembling as the device was slowly inserted. Once inside her, Jasmine grinned and turned it slowly, the valley gathering what liquid was scraped from the Melody's tight vaginal passage. Twice turned, Jasmine eased it out and let the adults see the clear liquid that it had gathered. Jasmine smelt and tasted it before passing it around. "Moistened like this, it's now perfectly prepared to check Melody's other place," Jasmine giggled, her fingers prying her bottom cheeks apart, just enough to expose the dark ring of her anus. Little gasps were heard from the ladies as they watched intently as the gleaming device was placed at the rim of her anus, and then pushed inwards firmly. Melody gasped, her eyes widening as the familiar feeling slid into her belly. On and on it seemed to slide, deeper than she had thought possible, to be slowly rotated and collect anything that clung to the walls of her colon. Once again it was revolved, then eased out, and the valley inspected and smelt before, thankfully, being passed as healthy and clean. "Good girl Melody," Jasmine told her. "Now for her arousal," Jasmine intoned, as she partially opened the sweet little cunt in front of her. She framed it with the length of her thumbs and parted the sticky folds, allowing them all to view the topology of the young girl's vulva, from the base of her bottom up to the apex of her little cunt from which her clitoris was just showing. "Doctor Croft, has determined through extensive research, that unlike boys, girls can achieve multiple orgasms, often with the second and subsequent orgasms having more intensity than the first," Jasmine announced to her eager audience. The women in the audience now fell into two groups; those that knew this and looked smugly at their husbands, and those that did not and looked awkward and grief stricken. "Doctor Croft, also advocates that in order to educate his patients into a healthier regime, they are regularly aroused, thus focusing their acceptance of receiving their orgasms at the hands of others, and not by themselves," Jasmine explained. There were nods and a growing alertness as Jasmine leant forward and blew softly on the revealed flesh between Melody's thighs. The reaction was immediate and Melody gasped while lifting her loins, her whole body eager to feel a much firmer touch, but Jasmine withdrew her hands much to her disappointment, in order to pick up the first of her chosen implements. "The unknown can also be a powerful aphrodisiac," Jasmine told those watching, and placed a leather hood firmly over the upper part of Melody's head hiding her eyes. "It is unlikely to move as she tosses her head, yet it will still leave Melody's lower face uncovered so you can admire her expressions during arousal". Then, with the girl panting and unable to see, she picked a feather from the case and held it up for all to see. In a silence broken only by Melody's heavy breathing, Jasmine applied the feather's edge to her inner thighs, then caressed the soft blond hairs on her skin before meeting the infinitely smooth and tender flesh bordering the rise of her vulva. Melody's reaction was all that her audience could have hoped for as she gasped and bucked, panting hotly in an effort to receive firmer caresses to her delicious little cunt. Again and again, Jasmine stroked the tender flesh with the feather; sometimes using it's edge, at other times just its point. Each stroke brought a fresh gasp from the young girl and a tensing of her thighs, lifting her young cunt and bringing a whimper that grew more and more demanding the more she was stroked. The audience leant forward and the men shuffled in their seats while, on the bed, the panting, gasping girl jerked her hips upwards, her belly sucked in and rippling as tense thighs quivered with the need growing within her. The feather was cast aside and a grooming brush was then taken from the case. The oval brush of horsehair was slid lovingly up each thigh while the girl gasped and shook, her loins rotating with the urgency of her need to be touched. Her cunt glowed with colour in contrast with her pale skin, the few strands of dark hair rising from her fledging cunt now standing almost erect with the tension within her. Smiling, Jasmine stroked Melody's sunken pelvis and gently combed her pubis, her grin growing as the girl cried out in her agony, lifting herself high in an effort to receive her pleasure spike. Yet Jasmine held off and put the brush aside. Her brushing had brought a new sensitivity to all the flesh around Melody's sex. Now, from the case, Jasmine brought a string of beads, the string about a foot long, the beads each only quarter of an inch in size. Holding it taut at each end, Jasmine pressed it to the girl's hot little cunt and drew it downwards. Melody contorted, squirming madly, her whole body beginning to gleam with perspiration as she tried jerking her loins more forcibly into the deftly stroking beads. Giggling excitedly, Jasmine drew them upwards, each bead appearing from her rounded cunt gleaming with the wetness that filled her. Half understood words cascaded breathlessly from Melody's mouth as she begged for the release she craved. Her feet fought for better purchase in the tangle of sheets while her thighs tried spreading just that little bit extra, while still offering a lever on which to lift her cunt and offer it up for molesting. The beads were dropped to one side and Jasmine extended her index finger, licking it wet before putting it to the base of the young girl's clenched bottom cheeks. She wriggled her fingertip between, and feeling the young girl's anus, pressed inwards. Melody strained upwards, her whole body held taught as Jasmine's finger slid remorselessly into her bottom. As the pain Melody felt obliterated any passion, Jasmine's hand turned on the now embedded digit, her thumb coming down for the ball to press roughly on the opening to her sweet little cunt. New, fierce, sensations shot through the young girl, lifting her body tightly against her bonds. She keened through teeth ground together by taught facial muscles, jerking uncontrollably as the thumb burst into her. Eyes wide under her mask, Melody felt suspended between opposites, pulled in two directions as thumb and finger rubbed back and forth within the first inch of her anal canal and vagina. Sharp feelings shot and swarmed into her, forcing her to buck and squirm, to toss her hips and keen through her grinding teeth. Jasmine pushed deeper with her one hand, and with the other pressed her palm down on the child's prominent pubis, her thumb turned out and down to enter the smooth edged apex of her slippery cunt and there, flick her nail across the little stub of her clitoris. Melody's hands and feet, bound as they were, contorted even further, lifting half her body as the ultimate sensation careered through her young but responsive body. Lean young muscle stood out on her limbs as her squealing ebbed with her loss of breath. Jasmine grinned and continued to work on the girl, her nail slipping across the clitoris hood to cause the girl to jerk upwards again, her juddering body and the flow of warm liquid over her thumb speaking of her second orgasm. "There!" Jasmine announced. "That should keep her happy until her next session this afternoon," she said with a grin. Licking their lips and gazing around at each other, the parents were no doubt imagining their own daughters on that bed, their tiresome little moods being swept away by this carefully orchestrated sexual arousal. It was very rare that any parent declined Doctor Croft's treatments for their children after such a display. ****** As Jasmine was inviting the parents to step closer to see how swollen and tender Melody's cunt had become, her father was attending another young patient who had just stormed out of the building. Miss Elizabeth Mathews could have been pretty, had it not been for the angry scowl on her face. The thirteen year old had expecting to see a carriage waiting to take her back to the railway station, but stood confused by the back entrance when she didn't see one. "I thought I had made it quite plain," she announced in her girlish voice, turning to the doctor and placing her hands on her hips, just as she'd often seen her mother doing when telling off the staff. "I want to leave and require transport," she told him irately, fully expecting him to have already summoned it for her. Doctor Croft smiled, conjuring up all the wicked things that he had added to her training, just to see that haughty expression wiped off her pretty little face. "I have a little surprise for you, before you leave us Elizabeth," he explained, walking back into the building and along to a special soundproofed room that he kept for patients that needed just that little bit more persuasion. Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, and then hurriedly followed Doctor Croft, wondering what he could have got her. Of course, she thought, he would want to give her something expensive, in the hope that she wouldn't report him to her parents. She smiled at the very thought of having the doctor on her hook, squirming in front of her as many of the household staff had learnt to do. Doctor Croft joined his wife where she was carefully removing nettles from a container and watched as Elizabeth entered the room, her rosy cheeks speaking of the excitement she felt at receiving the present. "Well?" Elizabeth shouted, wondering how the stupid man could have ever become a doctor. "Where's my present?" She was too astonished to say anything as they caught her wrists and clamped bracelets to each, a rough rope tied to each and then lifted to the ceiling by a pulley. "What?" she cried as Samuel pulled on the other end, forcing her to stumble, and then lift her arms as the other end was dragged over the pulley towards the ceiling. "What are you doing? She cried furiously, panting and gasping as she fought to escape. Lily knelt and quickly cuffed one small ankle and, before she could be kicked, stepped back to pull on the rope, forcing the squealing, crying, shouting girl to lift one leg outward. When she'd finished, Elizabeth stood panting in front of them, her face contorted with rage while she swayed on one small foot, the other one pulled up and out to her side and her arms held over her head. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked furiously. "You'll pay for this when my father finds out. He's a barrister you know. He'll take you for every penny you own!" she spat, her eyes aflame despite their moistness. "We don't care for your attitude," Lily told her, and showed the girl the large sewing scissors she had brought into the room with her. "What are you doing? No, no, NO!" Elizabeth screeched, her voice growing higher and higher the closer Mrs Croft got to her with the scissors. Samuel laughed and watched eagerly as the rich blue dress was slowly and artfully cut away until it fell from the girl, leaving her in a pretty undergarment of fine cotton and Mother of Pearl buttons. Crying, Elizabeth pulled herself together to scream her defiance once more. "You're both hateful! I hate you, I hate you!" she screamed. Lily smiled patiently and went behind the child, cutting the cotton shift away to leave the panting, struggling, weeping girl in just her woollen stockings. "Let me go!" Elizabeth cried stridently, tossing and turning as she tried hiding her nakedness. "I hate you! You wait till daddy hears of this!" she screamed. Samuel admired the development of the girl, pleased that one as old as her had developed so little. He preferred such girls. They were better able to appreciate just what he was doing to them and, as a result, felt it that much more keenly. Elizabeth Mathews was no exception. Her budding breasts were small enough to be completely tenderised, while the large areole meant a much greater pain for the girl. Their eyes slid over the naked child enjoying her humiliation. "Stop looking at me! Stop it I say!" Elizabeth wept, still twisting and turning but growing tired of trying to do so. Lily and Samuel continued to look, delighting in the roundness of her young bottom and the fresh femininity it had taken with the onset of her young hips. They delighted too in the individual strands of pubic hair that lay on her pubis and exposed vulva, so sparse they could have counted each one had she remained still. "Why have you done this to me?" Elizabeth sobbed, now trying to hang from her wrists in an effort to bend her unfastened leg inwards and half protect her privates from the horrid people's prying eyes. She wailed as Doctor Croft tightened the rope to bring her to her toes, and stop her. "Ready Samuel?" Lily asked her husband. Samuel smiled as he took the glove, and then strode over to the cut nettles to select one. He chose a short one, one whose stem wouldn't break and leave a good part of it hanging down uselessly, but one with plenty of young leaves. Elizabeth saw the doctor through her tear-filled eyes and licked her lips nervously. "What are you going to do?" she asked worriedly. Samuel smiled at her and held the nettles closer to her face. "I'm sure you've had the odd nettle rash now and then," he chuckled. "On your legs, on your arms?" he asked. Her weeping became uncontrolled as she came to understand what the two adults were about to do to her. Tossing her head from side to side in denial, her body tried yet again to escape, young limbs working feverishly in her bonds while her body twisted back and forth. All in vain but for the pretty sight it made. "Now then," Samuel leered. His short nettle was pushed out and the tender upper leaves caressed the small swell of Elizabeth's breasts. Lily watched with mounting excitement as the young girl erupted into movement, screaming and sobbing, wailing for her mother even as the nettle rash began to form across her small and girlish breasts. And as the child settled, exhausted by her efforts and hanging forlorn from her wrists, she applied her own wand of nettle to the girl's half parted bottom. Elizabeth was jerked from her exhaustion and by the stinging pain swarming through her bottom. With a squeal she jerked forward, all thought of trying to hide her maidenly charms forgotten in her hurry to evade the nettles from getting between her bottom cheeks. The Croft's gazed at the young pelvis as it jerked forward, one leg held raised and apart in order to leave her young cunt unprotected and completely visible. Even with soft hairs gracing her vulva, her shape and tone spoke of youth and tenderness, an innocence Samuel would see an end of before the child was allowed to leave. Samuel's nettles caressed Elizabeth's little breasts again, striking at smooth flesh not yet marked by the nettle rash. Exhausted, breathless as she was, Elizabeth was still driven to try and jerk away, tears coursing down her face as, evasion from one branch, brought her into contact with the other. "Please! PLEASE!" she wept, twisting and turning, fighting for breath and the strength to carry on. The Croft's stopped, but only long enough to cast aside their worn nettle branches and gather new, fresh ones. "Oh, please don't!" Elizabeth begged through her tears. "Going to tell your father, were you?" Samuel asked, his leaves sliding along her inner thigh. "Agh!" Elizabeth screeched and squirmed. Samuel thought her agonised face looked so lovely that he wished he could draw it down and let his cock splatter it with his seed. "Have us thrown out, would you?" Lily asked. Her nettle stem caressed the tense thigh held horizontally out and Elizabeth Mathews squealed and squirmed, once more delighting her tormentors with her pathetic squirming. "You realise that leaves just one place left, don't you Elizabeth?" Samuel teased, tormenting the cowering child. Wordlessly, Elizabeth shook her head and drew back as far as her bonds would allow. The muscles of her belly and thighs stood out in relief as she tried pulling away from the large man. Her pelvis turned, trying in vain to hide herself from the rising nettle branch. "Squeal more loudly for me," he urged, his excitement taking his breath. Elizabeth's head shot back as the leaves slid between her thighs, the stem floating along the meeting of her folded flesh. Her scream tore at her throat and took her breath. The terrible and insidious pain of the nettle stings on her labia swept inwards, eclipsing all of her other stinging aches and pains. On and on, inescapable, driving her mad with the urge to fiercely rub at the horrible stinging. Her young body struggled to escape the terrible stinging, slender hips jerking from side to side, then forward and back. The Croft's chuckled with pleasure and let their eyes drink in the young girl's nakedness, her contortions only increasing their excitement. Samuel freed one of her wrists and it went immediately between her thighs, rubbing the itching flesh, even pulling at it, in an effort to reduce her pain. The sight was doubly exciting and, when the girl's crying subsided, he attached her wrist again and allowed his wife the pleasure of slowly sweeping a new nettle branch between her thighs while he watched, fully enjoying her squeals. Elizabeth's wrist once again released, she again began to fiercely rub and squeeze her puffy vulva, sobbing with the stinging pain as her rubbing, pinching and pulling fingers slowly rid herself of the worst. "Let us se then," Lily said eagerly. She pushed the girl's hand away and replaced it with both of her own, harshly pulling nettle stung labia apart so she could feel the new wetness that coated the girl's cunt. Her grin told Samuel all he needed. "Kneel in front of her and use your fingers on her privates," he told her. He, meanwhile, dropped the nettles and picked up a little whip. "What are you doing? No, no, NO!" squealed the girl, her young loins trying to evade the woman's clever fingers. She denied the pleasant sensations swarming into her, and then stiffened in agony as the doctor struck her bottom with the whip. Jerking forward with the fiery pain, her cunt met the fingers of the doctor's wife who knowingly rubbed the flesh at the apex of her slit, countering the pain of her whipping. "No, no," she wept, knowing she shouldn't allow others to touch her in that way. Samuel struck her a second time, a harsh strike over the top of flesh marked by nettle rash, then stood back to watch Lily vigorously rub the stricken child, taking her breath away. "She's moistening nicely," Lily told him, and then brought her head forward to briefly lick the junction of Elizabeth's girl cleft. With a gasp of shock, Elizabeth pushed her bottom back. Her expression of both shock and pain when Samuel delivered another searing cut to it was a delight that both adults enjoyed, nearly as much as the tip of two of Lily's fingers spreading the tight little entrance to her cunt. "A virgin Samuel!" Lily exclaimed, allowing the gasping, weeping girl to jerk away from her fingers. Samuel grinned and reached further back with his whip, using a long stroke to produce another searing cut to the girl's lovely bottom. Elizabeth screeched and danced on her one foot, tears spilling onto her body as she danced madly in pain. "Will you take her?" Lily asked breathlessly. She imagined her husband thrusting into the young girl, the child's thighs held apart so nothing of her taking would be obscured. Her virgin blood would be smeared around his manhood, a nice salty sweet taste to add to their mingled sex taste. "No, one more strike and you can take her with your finger," Samuel told her. He tapped the weeping and bound girl with the whip, chuckling as she flinched, then swept the whip round, landing it solidly across some previous welts. With a loud scream, Elizabeth lurched forward in her bonds, fiery pain obliterating any other thoughts. Breath held, Lily held her finger poised and, when Elizabeth jerked forward, pushed it brutally upwards, pushing flesh aside to spear the young girl's virginity. Breathless, Elizabeth squeaked as a new fiery pain suddenly flared inside her privates. On top of this, she felt her vaginal passage opened, the woman's finger pushing in and stretching her. Masculine hands cupped her burning bottom and stopped her from pulling back, away from the finger that dug deep into her cunt. Cool and firm, they massaged her cheeks, dispelling the horrid heat. Instead, she felt the finger being pushed and pulled in her little passage, the friction dismissing the pain of having been taken. In its place, hot pleasure swarmed into her belly and took her breath as quickly as the pain had. "That's it. What a tart!" Lily spat, her face flushed with excitement as her extended middle finger continued to slide in and out of the child's vagina. Elizabeth panted and mewed, trying to refuse her feelings. Yet she couldn't stop her hips from pushing forward, nor stop the whimper of pleasure as the woman's other hand pressed on her pubis and began kneading the front of her vulva. "No, no!" she wept, even as she panted and responded to the finger sliding in and out of her. A male hand moved and began kneading her breasts, his touch removing the last itch of the nettles. His smooth stroking suddenly turned to squeezing and pulling, the agony of it all communicating directly with the feelings growing in her cunt. "No!" she squealed, denying the rage of sensations that now flooded through her. Her eyes closed, colours raced across her eyelids while pleasure swept over her body, from her toes and fingertips, all the way to her hair, rushing through her until she exploded. "Well, well," Lily chuckled, standing back and putting her hands on her hips as she surveyed the limp youngster just fluttering her eyes as she came round from her orgasm. "Who would have thought that our prim little Miss Elizabeth would spend as wantonly as the girls from the poorhouse!" she grinned. "I bet her parents would like to know how quickly she excites, even after being punished," Samuel nodded. Elizabeth just stared at them and swallowed; sick with the horror of knowing she was in their hands, and a slave to whatever they wished. ****** "Robert!" Jasmine called out, letting Adam pass her and rejoin his friends on the floor, where they played marbles. Robert grinned at his own group of friends and rose to walk towards where Jasmine waited, a bulge already forming in his breeches as he sauntered over. "I hope you've not been playing with yourself," she told the lad as he passed her, just fourteen years old but already tall and muscular for his age. "Not me. I don't want to be punished," Robert said his hands already on the buttons of his rough shirt. Like all the patients who'd been at Birbeck House for any length of time, he knew the harsh penalties for self-abuse, in the same way that he knew the pleasures that were now in store for him as his sexual tensions were relived. Jasmine was fond of Robert who sported a well-endowed cock and a nice tight little bottom. She went over to a special chair, one of several that was lined up against the wall, each slightly different and drew it forward for him to see, smiling at his expression when he saw the restraints that were attached. "You don't need those with me Ma'am," he told her. "None the less," she told him, opening the knee fastenings that were placed in the front sides of the seat. Under the seat, ready to rise through a hole in its centre, was a carefully crafted wooden phallus, sculptured like that of a circumcised male. Jasmine greased the pole, watching him finish undressing while she stroked the phallus that he would soon be sitting on. "Ready?" she asked. "As ready as I'll ever be Ma'am," he admitted, nervousness looking at the phallus. As with all the boys, he had started on the smallest phallus and then moved onto the larger ones, but being tall for his age, he had been drawn further along than the others, and Jasmine now required him to sit on the largest one. "Come on Robert, or do I have to punish you?" she snarled. "No need for that Ma'am," he told her, preparing himself as best he could. Naked, his cock hanging heavily over his balls, Robert stepped up to the seat and moved to sit on it. Jasmine was there to help him, her hands guiding him backwards, then drawing his knees in turn over the heavy leather clasps. They would not only keep his thighs apart so that she could fondle his cock and balls whenever she wished, but would keep him firmly on the phallus, the clasps only allowing him to partially straighten his knees. Finally, Jasmine knelt and took each of his wrists; drawing them back along the arm rests to fasten them at the back of the chair. In this way, Robert would be able to lever himself off the seat, although not very far. All in all, both restraints allowed him to move, but only as far as to draw himself up and down on the wooden phallus, once it had been unwound. Jasmine turned the handle at the side of the chair and smiled into the boy's face, loving his expression as the phallus began its upward journey, into his anus. With a groan, Robert moved to position himself above the pointed tip and then relaxed his bottom, panting as the unforgiving wood pushed its way into him, holding him erect on the seat as his anus fluttered and quivered, coming to terms with the assault. "Good boy," Jasmine crooned, imagining what he would be feeling. The handle turned, drawing the phallus into his bottom, until the handle would turn no more and he now sat on six inches of unforgiving wooden phallus. "Now Robert, move slightly," she urged, unable to stop herself from rocking him back and forth until he groaned, pleasure slipping past the aching pain that began to glow and burn in his belly. Jasmine smiled and took hold of his flaccid cock, gently stroking it and using her nails on the underside, whilst his upper body rocked back and forth. "That's it," she murmured, purring softly as his cock began to lift its head, telescoping upwards as his shaft thickened. She reached for his tiny nipple and squeezed the firm flesh around it, pulling and twisting, grinning as he cried out in pain. "You big baby!" Jasmine teased. He groaned, the muscles of his arms standing out as he drew himself up, along the wooden phallus. Jasmine waited, watching and listening to its slick sliding, then pinched the bloated head of his hard cock, grinning as the fresh pain took away his concentration and sent him sliding down onto the seat again. His cock jerked upwards with his impalement and she ran her nails down its side to listen to him cry out. Leaving red lines along the shaft she then went to his balls, cupping and squeezing them as he raised himself again. The knee restraints stopped him from raising any further, and she twisted and pulled his nipples again, laughing as he cried out and then descended hard onto the seat again. "That's my boy," Jasmine murmured, stroking with one hand, pinching and pulling at his tender nipples or his balls with the other. So she controlled his excitement, matching it with pain until she felt he had endured enough. Then she let him rise one more time and then descend in his own time, the deep slide of the thick phallus bringing him on and causing the first spurt of seed to shoot out before him. ****** Jasmine wiped the seat where Robert had spurted seed, just missing the cupped palm she had held out to capture his warm liquid. She glanced at the clock and quickly cleaned the room before hurrying down the corridor and up the stairs to the family's quarters. Hoping fervently that her father would be there, she knocked on his office door and sighed with relief when his deep bass voice invited her to enter. "That time already?" he asked as he saw her enter. He consulted his watch, teasing her as she came to stand beside his desk, her hands working together urgently. "Please daddy," she whimpered, hoping from foot to foot and keeping herself from pressing her legs together, knowing it would only pain her if she tried. "Let's have a look then," he grinned, closing the journal he was updating and swivelling round in his leather chair to watch her in more comfort. Breathless with eager anticipation, Jasmine undid the hooks and eyes that fastened her nurse's uniform draping it over a nearby chair, the feel of her father's eyes on her skin raising goose bumps along her arms. Left with just the special undergarments on, she turned back to her father, spreading her thighs the way he wanted when carrying out his examinations. Straight away his fingers went between her delicious thighs, stroking the narrow leather that protected her cunt from her fingers, feeling for any crease that would have spoken of her trying to bend the gusset aside. "Seems alright. Turn around now dear," he urged. Jasmine obeyed, leaning forward slightly with her cheeks glowing as she presented her father with her bottom, the hard leather pressing tightly into her anal crease making it impossible to edge even so much as a finger into her anus. Samuel parted her bottom to better inspect it, and having ascertained that she had been a good girl, broke the seal he had put on her that morning, allowing her to remove it. Her freshly plucked and bald pubis met his gaze, firm labia meeting each other with the hint of her clitoris hood lying within, waiting to be touched and brought erect. He gently drew her firm labia aside for a better look, and smiled when Jasmine's breath caught and her loins shook. "Alright," he told her. "You may use the bowl," he offered, pointing to where it sat on the floor under the window. Jasmine smiled through her blush and went to it, bending with her back to her father so he could admire her bottom while she bent to pick up the old porcelain bowl. She then faced him, her ears burning with her ever- present embarrassment as she spread her thighs and put the bowl between her spread thighs. For a moment nothing appeared to happen. Then her urine slowly dribbled from between her labia, the dribble becoming a light flow, then a full rush as she thankfully released her full bladder. She sighed, grateful for the release and silently suffered her father's close scrutiny as he admired the arc of bright water from her pursed lips. As his daughter's urine flow ebbed, Samuel stood up and pushed the armchair forward. He waited patiently for Jasmine to wipe herself dry, and then step across to straddle herself on it before pulling the back down. Jasmine, growing more and more excited as the moment of her release grew near, lifted her long thighs and rested them over each of the armrests, wriggling down until her bottom was perched on the edge, so both her cunt and anus were perfectly placed for any examination her father wished to make of her. Samuel smiled at her eagerness and wondered how many young patients she'd had to punish that morning. Punishing them always seemed to make her more excited than normal, he had observed. Seated on a stool, Samuel drew his finger down the meeting of her labia and nodded as her wetness coated his finger with its slippery oiliness, labia parting easily as her body yearned for entry. "Mm, I think we'll need some extra help," he smiled. A cupboard was opened and Jasmine's heart pounded loudly in her chest as she waited to see what object her father would use on her. A groan escaped her as she saw the large beads he then lifted, six in a row, each connected to the other on a length of string, each separated from the next by knots that kept them an even inch apart. "Thighs right up," Samuel urged. Jasmine knew what was coming and shuffled into a better position, levering her thighs above her and reaching down to either side of herself to take hold of her bottom cheeks to help keep them for her father. The first large bead was pressed against her anus and pushed inwards. Panting, Jasmine urged herself to relax, yet still gasping when it eased passed her relaxed anal ring to stand at the entrance to her colon, holding her apart. However often she was used thus, she never got used to the stretch of her back passage, how the cold ball was pushed up against her, then slowly inserted, each subsequent ball pushing the previous ones deeper and deeper into her bottom. It ached and it sometimes hurt, and yet it excited too and she stared at the ceiling as she felt her father push the third into her, his finger pushing it well past her sphincter. Panting, she whimpered as she tried accommodating the unyielding balls in her colon, yet another one pressing inward, forcing the previous ever deeper, ever higher into her bowels. "Daddy," she whimpered, hoping in vein that he'd stop. He never had, and he didn't on this occasion, choosing to chuckle instead as the penultimate ball was pushed inwards. "Daddy!" she crooned, fighting the urge to expel them. "One more," he murmured, pushing it to her half-dilated anus, easing it in to join the others, his finger burying it deep so only the string trailed from her closing anus. Jasmine tossed her hips, the weight and breadth of the six beads uncomfortable in her bottom. Experience told her it wouldn't irritate for long, but for the moments it took her father to prepare, it made her roll her hips and squirm with discomfort. Then his fingers were touching her, smoothing her labia and testing their firmness. Fingernails ran down each outer lip leaving a ghostly sensation of their passage before thumbs plucked her apart and then exposed the mouth of her vagina to the air in the room. Jasmine's breath quickened with the thought of what her father was seeing. Her body was no secret to her father, nor would ever be. Whatever time of month, whatever her mood, his demands were met without any question or hesitation. She gasped; jerking slightly as her labia was taken between finger and thumb and squeezed. A finger found her urethra and pressed upon it, shooting beams of darting delight deep into her crotch. It had begun, and Jasmine gripped her knees as her father played her body like an orchestra. He directed the speed with which she climbed the barrier of her pleasure, and used various bits of the complex anatomy between her thighs to bring expression to her, one moment touching her vagina, the next her clitoris, his touches sometimes soft and caressing, at other times harsh and demanding. Jasmine flowed with her father's caresses, loosing track of time and forgetting all about the hard balls nestling in her colon as artful touches brought her closer and closer to the release she craved. She came to the pinnacle of her pleasure, her body shining with perspiration as she hovered between one world and the next, every inch of her taut with the expectation of a violent orgasm waiting just a moment away from her. She quivered with the need, poised on the edge, every nerve screaming for the release she craved. It came, suddenly there, suddenly in her, over her, throughout her. And in the midst of her powerful release, her father took the cord hanging from her clenched anus and pulled. Each ball pulling her apart, Jasmine felt the waves of her multiple orgasm wash through her, rising and falling, swelling and deflating, moving her from one brief moment of calm to the tumult of passion, until, nothing left, she slumped exhausted and breathless onto the chair. "Good girl," Samuel remarked. He checked his watch and nodded his satisfaction, concluding that he would have to make a note in his journal that Jasmine needed to come to him directly after punishing the patients, if orgasms of the same frequency and strength were to be continued.

SALVATION A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here ficticously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidently. Story Codes: ped, mc and bdsm Chapter 7, Entertainments Alice was so excited that she couldn't sleep, the entertainments arranged for today occupied her mind. The early morning sunlight streamed through her window enticing her to rise and walk bare foot to look outside. She was able to see all the intertwining buildings that made up her beloved St Saviour's and the long tree-lined drive that was now showing signs of wear due to the increased number of visitors. "Today, we are going to have so much fun!" she told herself. The newly built dungeon will at last come alive with the sound of children's screams, as they struggle to entertain the lusting audience. Alice had to pinch herself to be reminded that this wasn't a dream. The very thought of this sent a thrill through her slender body, her hands slipping to her cunt, pinching, prodding and masturbating herself almost painfully, until the feelings that were developing inside her loins, rose to a crescendo. Who would have thought that in such a short space of time, Alice Marchant could have achieved so much, with so many wealthy individuals willing to help turn around the once struggling St Saviour's. Realising her good fortune, Alice cast aside her excitement and concentrated on getting dressed. She needed to find the right children to impress her guests at the opening of the dungeon tonight, the final group of individuals who were yet to decide whether or not to become patrons. Alice strapped herself into one of her tightest corsets, declining to wear any undergarments beneath her best black dress and choose to wear a silver brooch to emphasise her bust. Then it was down the back stairs to the kitchen to check on the preparations for the party this afternoon. Alice had decided to have the party as a chance for the governors and patrons to get to know the children better. This would also act as an appetiser to the main entertainments later that evening. In the kitchen, Rachel Jones was busy preparing breakfast; the refreshments for the party lay on a huge table. James, her son sat a table in the corner watching a rat in a cage, no doubt gauging the results of some new concoction of his. Smiling her approval, Alice hurried along to the infirmary to check Dr Steven's readiness for the casualties from tonight's entertainments. Pausing briefly to speak to matron about the arrangements for the day's events, she then retreated to her parlour, locking the door behind her for privacy. As was her habit to relive her pent up sexual tensions, she now masturbated as she read the children's journals and looked very closely at all the revealing and intimate photographs that had been taken on their arrival. Every child at St Saviour's orphanage had a journal, which was used to entice potential patrons. Photographs were also taken when they were being examined by Doctor Stevens, which accurately detailed their sexual and physical responses to being roughly handled. Alice needed to find an exceptional child for her own entertainment later that evening, so she studied all the journals and photographs very carefully. Doctor Stevens and Nurse Bishop had recommended Sally Mildrew as one of the many little entertainers for the dungeon that evening. Alice stared mesmerised at the photograph of this adorable little girl, imagining all the pleasures that she would make the child give her. Sally Mildrew, an orphan of the parish of Lewisham, was born in 1886, which made her eleven years old. A very attractive but nervous child, she would be made to entertain the audience in the dungeon and then later Alice herself, privately in her bedroom. The child stood five feet tall and was of slender build. Her breasts were just starting to grow and her bottom was attractively round and pronounced for her age. From her journal, Alice was able to gather that she was of a warm temperament, had pale skin that marked easily, was no longer a virgin and had recently had her anus stretched open without much fuss. Also worth noting Alice thought, was the fact that during her examination the girl was able take a full five inches of a number one gauge clyster deep in her bottom without causing much fuss. The very thought of this made Alice swoon as she fingered herself to a much-needed orgasm. Alice smiled, loving the mix of professional medical terms and the very direct language of the street that Jeremy sometimes reverted to in his dialogue. The contrast excited her, as was the thought of this lovely child in the middle of the dungeon, looking about in horror as she finally came to understand what was required of her. "Yes she will do," Alice decided. Alice made out a note for the matron, instructing her to make sure the girl was ready when needed and that she was properly prepared, fed sparingly and given plenty of the special lemonade to drink. The party began at two-o-clock that afternoon. There was cake, freshly made biscuits and real fruit cut into chunks covered in sugar, washed down by James's special lemonade. Helping the staff, the governors and patrons rotated every fifteen minutes, in order to be closer to the children as they partied. The children didn't seem to notice. They were all enjoying being the centre of attention and having such nice things to eat. Looking splendid in their little white sailor suits, the helpers took every opportunity to fondle them as they helped Alice with the special games. Drugged, by the lemonade the children viewed everything that was happening to them as pleasant, giggling and laughing as they were roughly mauled. "Game time!" Alice cried. She asked for four volunteers to step forward to be blindfolded for the first game that she called "Touch". Eager children, desperate to be chosen put their hands up as Alice walked up and down between the rows of tables, a smile on her face, a cruel whip in her hand, eventually choosing two boys and two girls for this first game. Alice chose Jimmy first, a handsome boy whose little shorts already sported a fine bulge thanks to the drugged lemonade. Attaching a blindfold over his eyes she then turned him around twice before releasing him with a swipe of her whip across his bottom. The girls squealed and ran from his probing hands, then watched as he caught hold of one of the male patrons. "And the forfeit is," Alice announced, taking a folded piece of paper from a hat and reading its contents out aloud to the waiting audience. "You must masturbate the gentleman until he spurts," she told the boy. David Vine pulled the boy towards him, guiding the boy's hands to his waiting cock. "That's a good boy, nice and gently," he breathed, oblivious to all those who were watching as he pulled the boy's blindfold off so he could look directly into his frightened and pleading eyes. "Go on, have a good feel," he grinned. The girls looked about them, confused and uncertain, wondering why Jimmy hadn't been punished for being so rude. David then took the boy off to one side so that the party games could continue and watched with mounting enjoyment. A little girl called Jenny was blindfolded next. Alice turned the child around and around to make sure that she had lost all sense of direction, then realised her with a sharp swipe of the whip across her little bottom. More squeals and giggles, more evading of outstretched hands perused until she caught the hand of Mr Worthington, the young man grinning as he looked across at Alice, anxious to find out what the forfeit was going to be. The little girl took off her blindfold and blushed to find she'd been captured by such a pleasant young man, waistcoat and trousers speaking of wealth, long fingered hands talking of strength and art. "The forfeit is," Alice announced, hesitating just long enough for everyone to glance at the boy as he continued to masturbate the man's handsome cock, sliding his fingers up and down its length, all the time learning what the man liked. "The forfeit is, the man must lick the girl's bottom!" Squeals and screeches accompanied her as she was swept off her feet and carried to a large armchair. Jeremy pushed her over it's back, her head pushed down into the seat, her little bottom high up in the air. "No, no!" she cried, excitement soaring through him as he lifted her kilt clear of her already bared bottom. Hardly able to breathe, her legs were quickly parted to expose her cute little anus and cunt to everyone's view, as she felt the man's tongue lick her bottom and invade her most intimate parts. At her old orphanage, matron would have thrashed her for being so rude. The others pushed Jeremy forward, a sea of grinning faces staring at the child's cute alabaster bottom, the rounded curves of her little slit opening and closing and smelling of a sweet scent as he licked. As he tongued the mark from the recent strike of Alice's whip, she continued to struggle and wriggle her bottom erotically, which only served to inflame his passions all the more. "Next!" Alice called. Another boy was then blindfolded and turned around until he was unsteady. He was sent on his way with a sharp flick of Alice's whip across his bottom, which sent him staggering about, missing many who had stepped forward hoping to be caught. This time it was the turn of Lady Jessica, the daughter of Lord James one the patrons to catch hold of the boy. Crying out with delight, her face mirroring her pleasure, she took his blindfold off and smiled at his shyness as he stared at her amble bust, that bulged over her low cut gown. "And the forfeit is," Alice announced, her voice stopping all other discussion. "The boy must lick your bottom," Alice proclaimed, throwing away the note before it could be seen and challenged. Jessica blushed and smiled, her elegant hands sliding up the boy's chest to curl around his neck and draw him towards a nearby armchair. The forfeit still echoing in his mind, the thirteen year old was confused, his world turned upside down, his darkest secrets were about to come alive in front of him, all without any ridicule or punishment. People were patting him on the back and urging him on. Lady Jessica grinned as she gathered her blue silk skirts up her long and slender legs, to reveal smooth pale thighs and a beautifully round and wholesome bottom. She dipped her slender waist and parted her thighs to reveal to the gaze of the young lad her anus and a cunt that was covered with blond curls. "Do it hard lad," an older man urged him, winking at the boy knowingly. "Daddy!" Jessica cried grinning as she reached back to part her bottom further to show the boy just what a prize he had won. At his old orphanage matron would have thrashed him, yet there he was licking a lady's bottom without punishment and with people applauding him. "One last to play!" Alice announced. The little girl squealed and panted, flushing with colour and excitement as the blindfold was put on her. She was spun around twice and then released with the customary stripe of the whip across her bottom and then everyone waited for her to touch a participant. The last forfeit was in Alice's hands and she smiled as she watched this little girl play the game. Jeremy Worthington continued to lick the upturned girl's bottom, Lady Jessica softly urged the young boy to lick her more forcefully and David Vine panted as Jimmy continued to masturbate him. A cry went up, the little girl had caught her prey. It was the slender Judith Richards, a woman that Greta Foulds had taught Sapphic delights to as a child and who now had a passion for little girls. Alice sensed the woman's excitement as she stroked the child's hair and removed her blindfold. "Your forfeit Miss Richards is to suffer five minutes of this child sitting astride your face!" Alice announced with a smile. The young girl's face was a picture of confusion as her eyes and mouth widened in amazement and disbelief, while Judith's gleamed with pleasure. "Here," she murmured, drawing the child over to where a special chair stood, its padded seat at a suitable height for Judith to rest her head on. Other patrons lifted the child to sit her astride the chair forcing her thighs wide apart and her bottom open, fully exposing her anus and hairless cunt to Miss Richards's view. "Don't be frightened, don't be nervous," they urged her as they lowered her down. "Squash her face," they said, parting her thighs with their eager hands until the child was sitting with her legs held off the ground and her full weight on the woman's face. The child panted and squirmed as the patrons encouraged her, no one stopping her, no one telling her this was dirty or thrashing her for her rudeness. "Remember a full five minutes!" Alice said. Judith Richards smiled, breathless, as the little girl's cunt was brought down firmly onto her face, gasping as she slipped her tongue into the little slit. Chewing softly on the fleshy cunt, sometimes sucking, sometimes liking and then sometimes biting she made the child scream and writhe, which served to force her more firmly down onto her face. Her squirming sent her clitoris bumping over Judith's nose, back and forth in succession as hands continued to maul her, parting her bottom even further so that Judith's tongue could lick her cunt and anus and bite into her bottom. "Time!" Alice called. The room was alive to the sound of the partygoers when Alice announced to those patrons who hadn't had a turn yet, that there would be many more entertainments later that evening. The games continued until four-o-clock, when Alice sent the children for a much-needed rest and the guests retired for refreshments and a chance to discuss the entertainments so far. Alice decided to make her way down to the dungeon for one final check, to make sure that all was in place for later that evening. The dungeon was large enough to seat a sizable audience in comfort, with the seats forming an arc around a large raised stage. Hanging on the wall behind the stage was an arsenal of flagellation and torture implements and off to the side of the stage, apparatus and equipment waiting to be moved into place. Alongside the main dungeon, there were many smaller cells where patrons could take selected children. These cells were also fitted with stout oak doors to silence the children's screams and keep their activities private. Alice moved on, her excitement rising as she came across the smell of burning coals. Elizabeth Sedgwick was tending to the fire as Alice walked in and smiled at her across the flickering flames. The rest of the main dungeon was in darkness as Alice smiled back, both women knowing how evil their smiles would look to the drugged children, as the only light would be coming from the flickering flames. "I hear that you have chosen the nibble Sally Mildrew," Elizabeth remarked. Elizabeth liked to watch the children as they danced, enjoying the play of their muscles under their smooth flesh, their delicate genitals being squashed between acrobatic limbs. It was nearly as good as watching them dance and struggle when they are bound and being whipped. "Make her scream!" Elizabeth requested. Alice smiled; her eyes alight with the very thought. Satisfied with the preparations, she left word for the children to be brought down to the dungeon and prepared, then Alice joined her waiting guests for some much-needed refreshment. Tomorrow, Jonathan Brown MP would be bringing his wife Elizabeth to St Saviour's and Alice had planned a special entertainment to entice her to become a patron. Eight guests had turned up for the party that afternoon, one more than had been anticipated as Lord James arrived with his eldest daughter, Lady Jessica. As they mingled, Lady Jessica stood out the most amongst the guests. Alice had heard rumours about Lady Jessica, that the girl cared only for her own amusement and would discard her followers on a whim if she so chose. Alice vowed to teach this haughty young lady a lesson and invited her guests to follow her down the stone stairs that led to the dungeons. They followed her, listening politely as she explained the purpose of the thick doors they passed, stopping momentarily to glance into the smaller dungeons as they walked towards the main dungeon, imagining all the opportunities that these private dungeons could bring them. Arriving at the main dungeon, they looked about them impressed by the wealth of equipment, restraints and implements. Elizabeth had lit the braziers all around the room, which really showed off its size. Stepping up onto the stage, Alice addressed the assembled audience. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please be seated!" Alice shouted over their excitement. "There are twenty seven orphans resident at St Saviours, with the capacity for thirty more," she told them. Alice then nodded and Miss Sedgwick appeared, holding the hand of a little girl helping her up onto the raised stage. She looked very pretty in her costume, but was dwarfed by the woman as she pushed her forward into the centre of the stage. "This is Sally Mildrew," Alice told the small gathering, ignoring them as she smiled at the nervous girl. The child whimpered, looking around her with rising fear as she began to see things in the shadows, the dancing flames making them appear more frightening than they really were. "You will notice that Sally is wearing a blue badge," Alice told the audience as she took hold of Sally's hand. "This badge is to tell everyone that she's one of mine, for my pleasure only," she smiled, looking into Sally's eyes and thinking of all the enjoyment she would have with her later that evening. Before Sally understood what was happening, Alice attached her wrists into cuffs suspended from the ceiling and then used a pulley to stretch her arms high above her head, making her stand on the tips of her toes. "This costume is very special," Alice explained as she calmly walked around the suspended child, letting her pant and struggle for a few more moments. "It was made like all the costumes you will see tonight, by our seamstress Miss Appleyard," Alice said as she took hold of the hem of the fabric and with very little effort ripped it straight off, leaving the child naked. Once more the child whimpered, her eyes begging Alice for forgiveness against any sin that she might have committed, while all around her they feasted their eyes on the smooth pale flesh of this little angel. Alice looked at the child, satisfied that she'd chosen the right little girl to use for her pleasures. Her skin was perfect; it was pale without an ounce of fat to spoil the way her muscles moved under the taut skin. She was slender, with a prominent hairless cunt and nipples that stuck out like bullets from her budding little breasts. Her sobbing and shaking endeared her to her audience, as she hung swaying from the ceiling of the dungeon, her toes only just touching the stage. Alice then turned Sally around. She whimpered even more as she lost sight of the audience, fear making her clench her bottom, which increased the curves of her delectable cheeks. This made more than one of the audience groan with the image of kneeling down behind this pretty child to part those tight little spheres. "Would you like a child like this one, to help you fulfil your pleasures?" Alice asked the audience as a whole, her high heels clicking as she strode over to the wall to select a carriage whip from the huge arsenal. She smiled as she stoked it, watching the faces of her guests as they eyed up the five-foot length of whipping cord normally found on the stirrup of a single horse buggy. Alice strode up to Sally once again and pulled her hair back so their eyes met. "You want to please me, don't you?" she whispered lovingly. Her eyes round and dilated, the little girl panted nervously as she nodded. "You'll be my favourite after this," Alice murmured, kissing her brow. Sally whimpered, her little sounds growing as Alice stood back and drew the long whip out to one side. "No, no! Please!" she began to wail. Alice breathed in, her bust expanding with her mood as much as the air that she needed. Then, with the skill of a coachman, Alice flicked the whip back bringing the cord down again and again across her breasts, hairless cunt and the front of her thighs. With each strike placed just below the previous one, Alice had created a mass of vivid of welts causing the girl's screams to echo throughout the dungeon leaving the child breathless and exhausted. "My God," someone muttered. Alice smiled, walking calmly around her, waiting until she'd partially recovered before repeating the vicious cutting motion, this time down her back and across her sweet little bottom and the back of her thighs. There is an art in landing the tip of the cord across a struggling target, but Alice was well practiced in judging the right moment to strike. Alice moved to the front of the child to wipe away her tears and ask if she still loved her. Sobbing and shaking, Sally nodded and looked lovingly up at her mistress, begging her not to hurt her any more. "My poor child," Alice crooned, stroking the girl with one gloved hand whilst discarding the whip with the other. Sally looked relieved, but it was a short relief, because Elizabeth handed Alice a tightly bound bunch of twigs to her employer, smiling as Alice held them up so the child could see them and know what they were for. "Oh, no, please no," Sally, whimpered, her eyes large and moist as she looked pleadingly up at her mistress. "You'll look so lovely, striped with these," Alice told her. She wiped a fresh tear from Sally's eye and then stood away as she gauged the distance needed to swing the birch. Sally began to sob and shake desperately trying to move in her bonds. The audience found a new level of excitement as they watched Alice thrash the birch repeatedly across Sally's little body. Men adjusted their trousers and the women squeezed their thighs together, none of them blinking lest they missed any of the action. Sally's thighs flailed madly as the birch caught her little cunt and adorned it with its first red marks. Unable to use her hands, Sally started to perform an amusing little dance as she tried desperately to fend off the blows and absorb the sharp sting of the birch. Elizabeth Sedgwick watched spellbound from the side of the stage as Sally's dancing thighs parted widely exposing her genitals. The girl squealed again, bursting into fresh tears as Alice whipped her breasts cutting painfully into her tender nipples. The audience leant closer now, their eyes searching for the first sign of blood. A soft sigh announced it, followed by other sighs, as a delicate drop of blood slid slowly down Sally's tiny left breast. With no sign of emotion, Alice walked behind the now crying and squirming child to admire her beautiful little bottom. As expected, Sally lifted her head up to scream her agony as Alice commenced the whipping, her thighs dancing and flaying widely apart in front of the spectators as the pain soared in her bottom. "You've been very good," Alice murmured, stroking her hair with one hand and her cunt with the other. The child sobbed and shook, yet pushed her clitoris against Alice's fingers, her expression begging her mistress to go further. "Still love me?" Alice asked, admiring the trail left by the single drop of blood down the slope of Sally's budding breast. "Yes Miss," Sally answered. Despite the aches and pains she felt, she edged her legs apart, basking in the warm glow of Alice's smile as she felt herself flood with excitement. "One more little test, then darling," Alice told her. "Just one more test," she said, her dampened fingers rising to caress the welts from her recent whipping. "No, Please," Sally whined, beginning to cry, even before she saw the green leafed plant that Elizabeth passed to Alice with a gloved hand. "Nettles!" someone gasped. "Oh good!" Alice heard Lady Jessica say. She smiled and let Sally see the long green plant with its many leaves, a plant harvested from the garden while the children were having their party this afternoon. "Please no Miss. Not those, please!" Sally begged, beginning to shake again. "Your legs wide apart please Sally." "Oh Miss. Not there, please!" Sally begged, crying uncontrollably while her legs began to move further and further apart and she tried desperately to seek some measure of comfort from her mistress's smile. "Push your bottom right out, Sally. I want to see that pretty little cunt of yours," Alice told her. Sally sobbed and wept, yet slowly obeyed and held her herself still, watching with a terrible dread as Alice placed the leafy plant onto her cunt and then swept it up slowly but firmly between her widely parted thighs. There was short silence as Sally felt nothing, then she screamed, a long scream as the leaves were drawn along her hairless cunt and then the tender insides of her thighs and bottom. The nettles brought agony to her genitals and anus as she pushed her bottom harder onto her mistress's hand to find some sexual relief. Sally almost lost her breath with all the screaming, as she hung there by her wrists quivering and whimpering, while Alice completed her terror by caressing the child's tender little breasts with the last of the nettles. Finished with the plant, Alice threw them on the coals. "You're mine, aren't you?" Alice asked the struggling child. "Yes Miss," Sally answered, spreading her thighs further in the hope of being masturbated to take away the pain. Alice hid her excitement behind a bland expression, deciding to make the child wait, until they met again in private. "You're done well," Alice told the disappointed child. "Release her and take her to the infirmary," Alice instructed Miss Bolton the matron and prepare her for later. Matron knew just what she had to do. Turning to the audience, Alice looked at each one to gauge by their faces what their reaction had been. "Before we continue the fee is twenty five guineas and the offer is only open to you today." She told them blandly. Broken from their trance, the spectators reached for their wallets, Lady Jessica tugging on her father's arm as she urged him urgently to pay. "Ladies and Gentlemen, for your pleasure, I have asked each of my senior staff to give you a demonstration of what they will be teaching the children here at St Saviour's," she announced. The audience applauded, with a new excitement in their faces and a new passion in their loins. In the changing room next to the main dungeon Patricia Appleyard the seamstress enjoyed herself, as she roughly fondled the children under the pretence of fitting them with her specially designed costumes. Elizabeth Sedgwick was the first up on the stage and curtsied to the audience looking very fetching in her Little Bo Peep outfit, her skirts showing off her dimpled knees. Then, with a nod, the first of her models climbed up onto the stage. A little girl, perhaps little more than seven or eight, approached her in a costume that resembled a little lamb. Smiling at the audience, Elizabeth turned the little girl around to show that her cunt protruded through a missing gusset and her bottom through a fold in the back of her costume. "And how do little lambs play?" she asked the child. With a timid glance at the audience, the little girl lay down and brought her legs up to either side of her head, her arms around her knees, which left her little pink cunt and widely parted bottom fully exposed for all to enjoy. "There's another way too, isn't there?" Elizabeth said. The child grinned and turned over, pushing her bottom high into the air and dropping her head to the floor. With her little legs parted wide, the audience had a perfect view of the open valley of her bottom, her little anus waiting to be defiled and the folds of her cute little cunt pouting most appealingly. Elizabeth praised her as she was escorted off the stage, the audience applauding her act. Next on the stage was a boy of about nine or ten, the upper part of his head obscured by a dog's mask. His costume was made in the form of a dog's coat, the gusset also missing, which left his cock and balls exposed and vulnerable. "You like wearing your doggy outfit, don't you Horace?" Elizabeth asked, as she tenderly took him in hand, drawing the foreskin of his cock back and forth and massaging his balls. "And what do doggies like doing?" Elizabeth asked. "Liking privates Miss," Horace shouted. "Come on then Horace. Show us how doggies do it," she urged. With a bright grin the boy scampered onto his hands and knees to ferret under Elizabeth's skirts. She laughed and let him pry her legs apart, then her giggle stopped as she gasped, her eyes losing their focus as the contoured mask rubbed against her crotch, his ardent licking deep within her aching cunt. "Oh, you wicked doggie!" she gasped, swivelling her hips in pleasure. For long moments the audience could only guess what the boy was doing, his head pressed to his teacher's crotch, then Elizabeth obligingly lifted her skirts, to let the audience watch and appreciate the boy's efforts. His darting tongue lapped the tight crease of her bottom from her puckered anus to the study hood of her clitoris. "Enough!" she told him and then pulled away, the agony of doing so clearly showing in her expression. "Good boy. Where's your tail?" Elizabeth asked. The boy ran off the stage and returned carrying a tail of horsehair, which was attached to a dildo. Smiling at the audience, Elizabeth slowly eased the tail into Horace's bottom and then made him walk around on all floors before being led away. Elizabeth then stepped aside, so that a small team of assistants could lead a boy and girl onto the stage, fastening them both to ladders that were angled back against the wall. They were both naked, the girl attractive and the boy handsome, yet neither seemed to mind their lack of clothes, but stared about them in wonder and awe, often smiling at something only they could see. "They've been heavily drugged," Alice explained as she wheeled a trolley over next to them. "As well as clothes, our talented seamstress makes items of restraint, such as chastity belts and items of excitement like this one," she told the audience, lifting a small tool up from the tray, so the spectators could see the feather embedded in its wooden handle. Approaching the girl, Alice drew the feather from her neck down to her nipples smiling, as they instantly grew erect. The boy was next as she ran the feather over his chest and then down to his navel, grinning at the audience as his cock began to slowly harden and then stand to attention. Putting this tool aside, Alice picked up what looked like a short bladed leather whip, which she used on the girl's budding breasts, yet rather than scream and draw away, the young girl gasped and thrust her chest further out, the pale orbs taking on a new glow as blood rushed to the surface. Alice then turned her attention to the boy again and whipped his rampant cock vigorously. Those in the audience who hoped for a howl of agony from the boy were disappointed, as all that happened was that he thrust his loins out even further, his cock becoming virile and his balls tightening in their sack. "The leather thongs are actually made of soft suede," Alice explained. Sweeping the whip up between their thighs, she alternated between the boy and the girl, sending them both into a parody of delight, their cries of pleasure thrilling the audience. "And Miss Appleyard makes harnesses too," Alice told the audience. Two young female assistants came onto the stage, naked and wearing harnesses of leather attached to their loins. Stout India rubber phalluses were attached around their waists, each slightly curved upwards with a bulbous crown at the end. Without a word they approached the bound children parting their thighs in preparation. The audience fell silent and watched spellbound, as one of the assistants position her phallus against the panting girl in front of her, then with one thrust entered her cunt, her own bottom tightening with her thrusting loins. The other assistant had lifted the boy's knees and exposed his anus. She kissed him, his cock against her flat belly, then she too thrust the phallus deep into his bottom, stifling his cries with her mouth. In moments both assistants were thrusting back and forth in a slow rhythm, the bound children responding, their eyes rolling and misting over, their bodies rocking in time to their thrusts. Alice walked amongst them, stroking them and smiling at the audience as she teased them. Cries filled the dungeon as the rhythm started to pick up and the thrusts of the phalluses became more violent. "Finish now," Alice instructed the two assistants, who withdrew and left the stage leaving the staff to untie the children to the applause of the delighted spectators. "Next, Miss Sedgwick is going show us how we train our ponies," Alice said as Elizabeth climbed onto the stage and smiled at the audience, sensing that they wanted something a little more erotic. "Take a young girl," she said. As if on queue, a young girl in her early teens stepped onto the stage. She was wearing a pretty dress, pale pink stockings and had bows in her hair. Elizabeth embraced the child who now had a sparkle in her eyes and turned her towards the hungry audience. "Educate her properly," Elizabeth said. The child curtsied and smiled, standing primly in her pretty frock. "Then undress her," Elizabeth said in a bland voice. The girl's smile never faltered as she reached for the bow of her frock. Hooks and eyes came undone under her nimble fingers and the whole frock slipped from her form, to reveal her naked but for her stockings. Her breasts were starting to swell out from her chest and her pubis was slender and stood proud above her athletic thighs. You would have thought that the audience would have grown used to the policy at St Saviour's to remove all the hair from the children's genitals. Yet this was not the case; patrons still stared with devout interest at the smooth hairless cunt that nestled between her thighs. "Stockings too," Elizabeth urged. The child's grin now faltered, as she followed her training and turned her back on the audience before bending to roll her stockings off. Men and women groaned as they admired her compact bottom, their eyes exploring its crease, hoping to catch a glimpse of her anus. Naked now, she faced them again holding her thighs together coyly. "Now increase her fitness," Elizabeth said, her voice carrying over the heavy breathing of her audience. The young girl giggled as she showed off her muscular arms, then tensed her tummy muscles until they were ridged, the split lips of her young cunt now taking on a new prominence between her muscular thighs. Grinning at her audience, the girl let her legs slide apart, sliding down until her cunt touched the floor of the stage, one leg in front of her, the other one behind. She then rose again with the same slowness, looking at her audience with a new knowledge, watching them gaze at her open cunt, her clitoris standing out proudly. "Give her the right clothes," Elizabeth suggested, taking them from an assistant to then stand behind the child to help her step into them. They weren't clothes as such, more straps that went around her chest and belly, circling her breasts and then fastening about her neck. Narrow straps slid between her legs on either side of her vulva and helped pull her bottom cheeks apart before joining at her waist. High heels were added and a mask with a wooden bar was placed between her teeth and blinkers either side of her eyes. "Not forgetting the tail," Elizabeth told the audience. A well-combed horses tail was handed to her that was fitted with a metal plug. The plug was smooth and polished; swelling into a bulge whose only purpose was to retain it within the young girl's anus. "Prepare!" Elizabeth told the girl. The child turned and bent forward, her knees bending to better push her bottom out, her hands coming around behind to help. Elizabeth knelt behind the girl and smoothly pushed the greased tail deep into her rectum, then stood up to present the pony girl to the audience. "There we have it," she told them, smacking the girl's bottom hard to make her quickly trot around the stage, her head held high, her tail bobbing in time to her gait. The audience was mesmerized, tongues extended to lick their lips as the girl trotted passed them and applauded the entertainment as she was escorted off the stage. "There will now be a short interval for refreshments," Alice announced. The guests left the dungeon and made their way back to the boardroom. Whilst the guests were having refreshments upstairs, the assistants in the dungeon busied themselves preparing for more entertainments.

SALVATION A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, mc, spank, humil, enem, bdsm and torture Chapter 10, Cruel Punishments Alice Marchant smiled as she relaxed in her office. Her business enterprise was now starting to pay dividends and several new clients had recently been showing a keen interest in visiting St Saviour's as paying guests. Today, Jonathan Brown MP and his wife Elizabeth would be visiting St Saviour's and Alice intended to persuade Elizabeth to become a patron like her husband. Like all her prospective patron's, Alice had found out about the Brown's sexual interests and was delighted to learn that they were both sadists who took every opportunity to abuse Elizabeth's nieces and nephews, during their many visits to their country house estate. Alice decided not to tell them that she knew about this abuse, but intended to temp Elizabeth to become a patron, by offering them both an opportunity that they would find difficult to resist. Jonathan Brown, a respected member of parliament had to be very careful not to compromise his position, so keeping this abuse within the family turned out to be a much safer option. Highliffe Manor, the Brown's country residence is set in 80 acres of parkland and situated well away from the nearest village and many miles from the nearest town. The manor house is surrounded by landscaped gardens, the one at the back being the largest and also it has many rooms, some of which they have had turned into special playrooms. Jonathan had always liked children and Elizabeth sensed this even before their marriage and helped him by arranging for her nieces and nephews to visit their country estate as often as possible. Drugging the children so he could undress them and then fondle their cute little bodies was at first all that she would do, but she soon overcame her scruples to actively help Jonathan abuse them, even encouraging him to go further. They needed to be extremely careful that nothing they did marked the children's bodies because they were family, but then came the saving grace in the form of permission to punish them if they were naughty. This turned out to be just what was needed to cover the marks caused by their rough abuse. It didn't take long for the thrill of having so much power over the children to lead Jonathan and Elizabeth to use the punishments as an excuse to abuse them even more severely. They always made the children's visits appealing with party games and a large spread of food and drink to ensure their eager return. The drugs had the effect that they always remembered their visits as being very enjoyable and were always pleased to see their aunt and uncle, throwing their arms around the couple and showering them with kisses. Elizabeth administered the drugs in the children's drinks and never started any of the games or abuses until she was certain that the drugs had taken there full effect. The drugs had the effect that they were always willing to play the games even if they suffered cruelly during them, because they didn't remember the pain they had suffered last time, when they came to play it again. One of the many games that Jonathan and Elizabeth would force the children to play as a prelude to the more serious abuse, was called "blind as a bat" a game played in the lovely garden at the back of the manor house. They would run out into the garden like ponies released from a pen, until called to play the game. When it was time to play the game, they would be stripped of all their clothes, blindfolded and then chased around the garden by Jonathan and Elizabeth who each carried a birch rod and driven through as many stinging nettles as possible. If they stopped or ran the wrong way, then their bottoms would be thrashed and then pointed in the right direction. It was a good job that the manor house was so deep into the country, as the children's screams were very loud during this game. They would soon be stung all over making them scratch furiously. It was always a delight for Jonathan and Elizabeth to watch the children scratch their genitals, thighs, breasts and bottoms as they marched them up to the playrooms at the top of the manor house, where the more serious abuse would then take place. Jonathan liked roughly handling the girl's vaginas and breasts, squeezing and pulling them until they got excited and begged for more, bringing screams as he pinched their nipples and clitorises, not satisfied until they reached multiple orgasms. Elizabeth enjoyed watching him whilst she fondled the cocks and balls of her nephews, pulling and tugging them roughly whilst masturbating them; sometimes well after their balls were empty. She also helped by holding their thighs and bottoms wide open so that they could abuse and spank them together. They were always rough when handling the children and pushed their fingers deep into their bottoms to bring them on regardless of their screams. One of the abuses they both enjoyed inflicting when they were starting to lose their sexual interest was to thrash the same child, while the others were made to watch and to masturbate themselves. Quite often the children would go home in such pain from both the nettles and the spankings that they didn't even notice the pain in their genitals. As the children were always drugged they knew little of these ordeals several hours later when they got home. They never ever complained to anyone about their aches, pains or soreness and their parents seemed to turn a blind eye to the state of their bodies were in when they arrived home. The parents dismissed the bruises as just rough play and natural to children of that age and were of the opinion that it would provide them with excellent character building. Elizabeth was always quick to point out that her nieces and nephews were very rough with each as they played, needing to be punished regularly. However, Elizabeth was growing tied of abusing her nieces and nephews and now wished to find new victims. That is when Jonathan told her about St Saviour's orphanage and Miss Marchant's plans to introduce new patrons into her entourage. It was in response to an invitation from Alice, that they now made their way to the orphanage this morning. Sitting at her desk, situated in a large bay window overlooking the lawn, Alice was looking at the Journals and photographs of Peter and Sarah, two attractive children who were now causing her a great deal of excitement and torment. With the photographs displayed in front her, Alice slipped her hands under her dress and started to masturbate, pulling at her engorged clitoris and rubbing her bottom along the central seam in the chair's wooden seat. The photographs had been taken in different poses shortly after the children had arrived by Dr Stevens, each taken whilst they stood naked in the stable yard and cold from the compulsory hosing down. Despite the expense, with so many children arriving at St Saviour's, Alice found it to be a good way of remembering them all and she would also be able to show them to prospective patrons. Looking closely at the photographs she read the notes that Dr Stevens had written in their journals. Peter, she noted looked about 13 years old, tall and well endowed for his age. According to Dr Steven's notes "He responds with over excitement when his cock and balls are handled." He also had a well-muscled body and a smooth handsome bottom that according to Jeremy "responded well to pain which in turn causes his cock to erect nicely." Alice, also noticed that Peter's cock, which in the photographs stood erect from the cold, was of a size that would have had done any man proud. Sarah, she noted looked closer to 11 years old in her pictures. She was a very attractive child, not nearly as tall as Peter but lithe and slender, with lovely soft smooth skin. She looked cold from her hosing down and her little nipples stood out erect from her small breasts. Her clitoris also looked overly large for her age and stood visibly outside her vagina. Dr Steven's scribbled notes said, "Sarah reacts a little too keenly to being touched, her nipples and clitoris becoming swollen and rigid very quickly but her reaction to pain is excellent, accelerating her sexual juices nicely." As should have been anticipated by their looks and demeanour, Peter and Sarah are compulsive masturbators and are currently undergoing corrective treatment to cure them of this sinful habit. Not that Alice, nor any of her staff, held to the view that masturbation was a sin. It was more of an excuse than a reason, but served a purpose. In this case Peter and Sarah are being abused and punished to entertain Jonathan and his wife Elizabeth who is a prospective patron, a not uncommon activity at St Saviour's. Alice had already told Rebecca Bolton the matron that she would have a free rein with Peter and Sarah's punishment, but as valued patrons Jonathan and Elizabeth must be encouraged to get involved and allowed to really enjoy themselves. Rebecca wasn't unhappy about this because she knew that after Mr and Mrs Brown had gone, she would be free to carry out even more of her special treatments and punishments on these little tarts in private and without interruption. Smiling to herself, Alice remembered that Rebecca was always pleased to abuse the children in private and experiment with new and unusual punishments at her leisure. Giving her this freedom always brought the best out in Rebecca and she was just in the mood to be entertained today. Alice also reminded her that Peter and Sarah were to be punished most severely for their bad habits and expected them to need the infirmary afterwards. Rebecca smiled at Alice and said, "They will be Miss, just leave it to me." Alice was drooling over the photographs and was experiencing an intense feeling in her vagina and was just on the brink of a much-needed orgasm, when a voice in the hallway abruptly interrupted her enjoyment. Startled, she barely had enough time to place her hands back on the table when she heard, "You can't go in there," just as a little girl burst into her office, followed closely by a nervous and flustered young assistant who Alice recognised as Betty Parker. The child, in a state of shear panic screamed at Alice, "Please, please, don't let her punish me," and then fell at her feet throwing her arms around Alice's body, gripping her tightly. Alice demanded an explanation. Betty Parker, who was one of Alice's assistants replied, "I am really sorry Miss, but I was just about to punish Amy Jennings for masturbating without permission, when she struggled out of my grip and ran straight in here before I could stop her." Alice recognised the child as the little girl she had the pleasure of spanking in front of the governors in the boardroom and although she thought her to be a very pretty child, she was furious with her for prematurely ending her orgasm. "How dare you burst in here without knocking," Alice spat fiercely. She then turned to Betty and whispered, "Take her away and prepare her in the usual way and then bring her to the special punishment room when I tell you." "Yes Miss, it will be a pleasure," Betty replied grabbing hold of Amy's arm and forcing her to stand in front of Alice. Looking straight into Amy's eyes Alice said in a sadistic tone, "You are a very dirty little tart and you are going to be very severely punished," which brought fresh tears and despair to Amy, but Alice was in no mood for her pleadings. Betty, still holding Amy's arm very tightly not wanting her to get away again, lifted the child's kilt to expose her to Alice and spanked her bottom and thighs hard for a good few moments, before then marching her quickly out of the office towards the preparation room. Such a sweet little girl thought Alice as she watched Amy Jennings leave, crying and putting up a struggle to avoid a further spanking. Alice looked forward to watching Amy's special punishment later this afternoon and thought that Betty had the makings of a truly sadistic mistress. Her visits to the special punishment room were always a pleasurable experience and a chance to relieve her pent up lust. The design of the special punishment room was such that adults could watch children being tortured in the main room, whilst being hidden in another, but still participate. She also knew that when Amy arrived she would have been well drugged and totally unaware of the nature of her special punishment. Alice also made a note to look at Amy's journal and photographs and to speak with Betty before going to watch and oversee this little darling's special punishment. However, that would have to wait until later, as it was almost time for Mr and Mrs Brown to arrive and Alice busied herself arranging last minute details with her staff. Jonathan and his wife Elizabeth chose to walk up the long drive after what had been a very bumpy last few miles in their old carriage. Elizabeth strode very quickly; clearly excited by the prospect of new victims to abuse that Jonathan found it difficult to keep up with her. After what had been a brisk walk in glorious sunshine, the couple arrived at the front door of St Saviour's and were greeted by a smiling Miss Marchant. A member of staff took their coats and Alice showed them into her office before inviting them to sit down in what turned out to be pleasantly comfortable chairs compared with the hard leather seats of their carriage. They spent a few minutes exchanging pleasantries about the weather and their journey then Alice picked up the little bell next to her chair and rang for a member of staff. "Have Peter and Sarah serve coffee and biscuits now," she told the young girl who answered. Nervously, a naked boy and a girl entered wearing what appeared to be leather chastity belts, which were fitted very tightly around their genitals. They were also in what seemed to be a dazed state and Elizabeth looked puzzled. Alice, noticing Elizabeth's confusion smiled and told her. "The children at St Saviour's are always drugged to ensure their cooperation, and also has the added benefit of ensuring a favourable sexual response during their daily routines." Alice explained. Elizabeth turned to Jonathan and smiled deciding not to say anything about her extensive knowledge about her use of drugs to make her nieces and nephews co-operate. "This is Peter who is 13 years old and Sarah who is 11 years old," Alice told them as she made room on the desk for the coffee things. The children placed them down very carefully, their faces blushing with embarrassment. "Why are they wearing those chastity belts," Elizabeth asked. "They are being worn as a punishment for unauthorised masturbation," Alice said as she tested the tightness of the leather belts with her fingers, causing both the children to squirm from the rough handling. "They can only be effective if they are tight," Alice said with a smile, as she turned Peter and Sarah so that Jonathan and Elizabeth could get a better view of how tightly the belts fitted around their genitals. Peter stood tall for his age and Elizabeth was pleased to see that he was well muscled and had a firm manly bottom. His chastity belt was secured around his waist and then passed tightly between his bottom and thighs. A pouch of unforgiving leather cradled his balls and encased his well- endowed cock, only allowing it a minimum amount of growth before its restraint would begin to cause him pain. The attention he was now receiving from Alice caused his cock to harden, and Elizabeth watched with interest as it started to swell, the boy beginning to squirm, the pain written on his face so restrictive was the belt. Sarah was much smaller than Peter, and to Jonathan's delight her breasts had just a hint of growth with nipples that stood out hard and erect caused by the cold of the room. She was similarly clad, but with a broad piece of hard leather fitted snugly between her labia making her parted vaginal lips bulge out around it's edge. The belts were padlocked at the back so that only the matron could take them off. Their bottom cheeks were cruelly separated by the thick leather straps that passed tightly over their anuses, and also showed the marks of a recent whipping, the tender pink lines risen on otherwise alabaster cheeks. "These two have proved themselves particularly fond of touching themselves and they are both compulsive masturbators, which is always severely punished at this orphanage." Miss Marchant explained, sipping her coffee and declining one of the biscuits the blushing girl offered. "Shortly, they'll be taken for their punishments," she told them. The children blushed and hung their heads, waiting for the next instruction, as they stood to one side, immobile. The couple were both visibly excited by the site of the two children and Elizabeth whispered to Jonathan "I would love to see them without those belts." "What form will the punishment take?" Jonathan asked, stirred by the sight of them, by their apparent willingness to do as they were told and to wear such restrictive devices. "They will be given a thorough cleansing followed by a sound whipping on their genitals, thighs and bottoms with a martinet; a special whip the French use on their children," she told them, whispering so the children wouldn't become too nervous too early on in the proceedings. "We must cure them of this habit and this seems to be the best way," Alice said looking at the pair of sinners and then at the couple, with a knowing smile. "After the whipping they will be made to wear spiked chastity belts followed by further treatments and punishments later this evening," Alice explained. "On their genitals as well as their bottoms?" Elizabeth whispered. "Yes, and very soundly," came the reply. "We often let the governors and the patrons deal with the wicked ones." Alice told them. Then her face brightened as if she'd just had an idea. "I wonder?" Alice said to them. "You wouldn't consider helping us to punish these sinners, would you?" she asked hopefully. Elizabeth clutched at her husband's jacket and pulled urgently on it, watching his face alight with fresh excitement. Jonathan cleared his throat and glanced at the young girl, a girl who was already overly familiar with her genitals and needed to be taught a lesson. She glanced back timidly, quickly dropping her eyes when she saw that she was being watched. "Of course, we'll help as much as we possibly can," he told Miss Marchant in his best parliamentary voice. "We owe it to the next generation, to bring them up in the best way possible," he explained, hurriedly stopping as another pull on his jacket warned him he'd begun orating again. "When can we start?" Elizabeth asked eagerly. Alice smiled at the couple, delighted that she had chosen well. Knowing that Elizabeth was now well and truly hooked, she rang the bell again to have an assistant escort them up to the dormitory. "Mary, please show Mr and Mrs Brown and these two sinners to the dormitory." "You'll find matron is they're waiting for them," she explained as she walked them to the door. Thank you, Elizabeth said, will we see you later!" "Yes I will see you before you go, please feel free to enjoy yourselves," Alice told them. "We will," Jonathan replied with a big smile. Miss Marchant was pleased that the Brown's had taken the bait and with a little time to spare decided to look at Amy's journal to prepare herself more fully for her visit to her special punishment room. Locating the journal, Alice sat at her desk and spread the photographs out in front of her and studied the notes that Dr Stevens had written. Amy Jennings was 11 years old, according to the notes but the photographs were disappointing compared with the close up view that Betty had treated her to and from what she remembered. She was a tall child, with a lithe body and breasts that were just starting to develop nicely. Her nipples were erect from the hosing down and she had a cute round bottom that Alice remembered took spankings very well. Her cunt was lovely and smooth and she had an enlarged clitoris, which poked out between her vaginal lips enticingly. Dr Stevens had also written, "Amy, although only 11 years old, shows signs of having repressed sexual desires dominating her everyday functions and leaving her desperate to masturbate. This habit must be corrected if she is going to settle in here at St Saviour's orphanage." Jeremy had also scribbled on a close up photograph of Amy's bottom, "Her bottom is nice and firm and able to stand a lot of pain, but when she was made to open her bottom cheeks, she had difficulty remaining still while having her anus and genitals fondled." Alice knew that Betty was right to punish this naughty child and the special punishment room was the right place for it to be carried out. Mary Stokes, a seasoned young woman who had successfully negotiated life in similar but less well run organisations, curtsied and offered a smile to the patrons, steering them with all courtesy up the broad stairs while cuffing and pushing the two children before her. "These little tarts shouldn't be touching themselves all the time, should they Misses?" Mary asked Elizabeth, her eyes darting to the woman's rich and fine dress. "Die if you do it too often I've heard." Jonathan laughed. He was proof, if any were needed, that over use of one's hand did not cause death or mental illness, his mind diverted, as he watched their cute little bottoms as they climbed nervously ups the stairs in front of him. "Is the dormitory far?" he asked. "No sir, we are nearly there," Mary said as they neared the first floor. When they reached it, they were led along a corridor, stepping around several children who were busily polishing the gleaming wooden floor. They looked at Peter and Sarah first and then at Jonathan and Elizabeth almost as if they sensed trouble was looming. Reaching a large door, Mary quickly opened it. "This is the dormitory," Mary told them quite unnecessarily; a long and broad room with tall windows to either side that let the light in to illuminate the large space between several large beds. Dominating the centre of the room stood two large wooden whipping horses that had several leather straps attached to their frames. Hanging on the walls around this large dormitory were a number of menacing instruments of punishment. Elisabeth blushed when she realised that the children also slept in pairs, her excitement flaring as she began to notice the peculiarities of the cast iron beds, from the brackets and restraints, to the support and fittings for other apparatus. Her excitement swam within her as she imagined some of the uses such beds could be put to, the fun one could have with the restrained captive held so perfectly upon the mattress. Jonathan remembered seeing other whipping horses around the orphanage and was starting to realise what a cruel irony there was between curing the children's masturbation habits and the punishments that Alice had been so keen to sentence these attractive youngsters to receiving. Rebecca Bolton was there and introduced herself to the couple as the matron at St Saviour's sending Mary on her way before turning her attention to the sorry looking children who by now were trembling with fear and crying openly. She gave Jonathan and Elizabeth a sly smile, whispering to the two eager looking adults that she was going to make the children suffer for their wickedness. "They will also be tested to their limit today," she confided. Enjoying the distressed state that Peter and Sarah were now in she walked around them and said, "Well, well, what a sorry pair of sinners we have here," and then turned to towards the excited patrons and smiled. Telling Peter and Sarah to wait where they stood and not to be tempted to touch themselves she returned to the eagerly waiting couple. "We have some clothes for you to change into," she explained, leading them towards her own bedroom where the clothes waited. "Only we don't want you messing your own clothes, and these here allow greater movement, if you know what I mean," she smiled. Inside the small bedroom were two sets of garments laid out on the broad and firm bed and next to them stood a young woman of a similar age to Mary who also wore the uniform of the staff. "This is Karen. She'll help you dress while I get the children ready," Rebecca explained, turning to exit the room and leaving the door slightly ajar. Karen smiled and moved forward to help Elisabeth with her dress, commenting on how lovely the material was and how perfect the cut. Jonathan, left to his own devises, watched his wife's undressing and then began to remove his own clothes. At that moment through the open door the matron was heard to shout out; "What naughty children, take your hands away from those belts!" "Your bottoms are really going to pay for this. Get over here now!" Shortly after that they heard the sound of severe spankings, given without mercy as the children screamed and promised to obey. The spankings lasted for several long minutes and Jonathan couldn't help his excitement. He hoped his erection would have eased by the time it came for him to remove his breeches, but that wasn't the case because when the sound had faded his large cock stuck out before him like a curved bludgeon for both his wife and the girl to stare at it. "Dear Lord, Mister!" Karen said breathlessly. Elizabeth, having grown excited by the sounds coming from the dormitory and reacting with pleasure from the way Karen was touching her as she helped the older woman change her clothes, now realised that they were not going to be disappointed after all and turned to Jonathan and laughed. She'd had long got used to Jonathan's girth, but the girl's response reminded her of her first reaction and the first time her nieces and nephews were made to play with it. "May I feel it? Please?" Karen asked, her eyes flying from its owner to its owner's wife. Elisabeth laughed again then spluttered her permission, her laughter continuing with the look on Jonathan's face, up until his expression changed and he gasped aloud, the girl having fed his large cock deep into her mouth. "Jesus Liz, she has me in her mouth!" he gasped. Elisabeth hurried over to see and pressed herself to her husband's naked side, watching hungrily as the girl moved her lips along the bloated cock, her little hands cradling his balls as she tried forcing more and more of his cock into her mouth. "Lizzie!" Jonathan whimpered, his legs beginning to bend as he felt himself coming. "Yes! Do it!" she cried. "Use her mouth!" she gasped, her eyes alight from within as she looked up into her husband's star-struck expression. With a cry torn from deep in his belly, Jonathan erupted into the young woman's mouth, the first time he'd ever done so, the girl squeezed his balls and then slobbering on his spurting cock while working avidly to swallow the Life giving seed, unaware that she'd never conceive through that form of sex. When the couple returned to the dormitory after experiencing Karen's delights, matron was waiting for them along with Peter and Sarah. Both children had very sore bottoms and were wearing straight jackets that left them exposed from the waist down. The leather chastity belts had been removed from their slender if adolescence loins to reveal genitals that had been made pink and tender by the harsh rubbing of the unforgiving leather. Jonathan and Elizabeth were now able to enjoy a completely uninterrupted view of Peter and Sarah's genitals and smiled as they watched them struggle desperately to waft some air onto their burning and now very sore bottoms. Looking at the couple matron smiled. "Children who are punished for masturbating themselves without permission are always thoroughly cleansed and their offending genitals prepared, before they are cleansed," Rebecca said as she made the children stand with their legs wide apart and their backs to the couple in readiness. Going to the rack on the wall, she brought back two pairs of strange looking gloves and handed the couple a pair each saying in a whispered voice, "If you could each put on a pair of these special gloves, then Sir, if you can prepare Sarah's vagina and breasts while you, Madam, prepare Peter's cock and balls, then we will be ready to start the cleansing." Elizabeth took the gloves and immediately noticed that tiny spikes had been sewn into them and turned to Jonathan whose eyes were now glued on the gloves and gave him a sly smile. Approaching the children from behind, they passed their gloved hands through the children's thighs and Elizabeth roughly massaged Peter's cock and balls while at the same time Jonathan thoroughly massaged Sarah's vagina and breasts teasing her clitoris and nipples. In over excitement they couldn't help themselves and massaged in-between their bottom cheeks bringing fresh screams as their exposed anuses and already well spanked bottoms were tortured, for what seemed like an unnecessarily length of time to the children. Very soon screams of sheer agony were reverberating around the room as they struggled to avoid the spikes as they scratched and tenderised their genitals bringing fresh tears to their eyes. Rebecca complemented Jonathan and Elizabeth for doing such a good job. Elizabeth had made up her mind to use gloves like these to prepare her nieces and nephew's genitals for abuse on their next visit, although perhaps not so roughly as it was important to the couple that the children genitals retained some feeling in order to cause them the maximum pain throughout their ordeals and to ensure that their functioned properly sexually. Matron smiled knowingly, sensing a kindred spirit in the couple. "These little sinners will now be thoroughly cleansed," she told them. "Cleanliness is next to Godliness here," she recited on behalf of any young ears that might be listening. "If you'll follow me," she offered politely. "It's very good of you to offer to help me punish these sinners," she confided, as she led them all into the large bathroom that adjoined the dormitory. The bathroom was a large room used by all the children of this dormitory for their morning enemas and ablutions. At its centre there was a long bar with room enough to attach twelve children at once bent over and restrained to be cleansed deep in their little bottoms. Over to the left there were washbasins and a place to hose the children down and over to the right a line of exposed toilet bowls. Matron, removed the straight jackets and then gripped the crying children by their necks, making them stand in front of the polished bar that ran the length of the bathroom. She then attached their feet to leather straps in the floor, where cleverly fabricated 'wings' of metal hung from the bar forcing their legs wide apart to straddle the little drains that were situated below them in the tiled floor. Walking around to the front of the children, she then took hold of their wrists and pulled their bodies forward over the bar, attaching their wrists firmly to the floor. The calmness that had swept over Jonathan following his spurting into the maid's mouth had left him now. The sight of their genitals appearing from between their spread legs as they were forced over the bar ignited a new flame in his belly that brought him erect all over again. Jonathan was pleased the clothes he was now dressed in allowed room so his erection didn't show. When Peter and Sarah were well secured and ready to be cleansed, matron picked up two long enema nozzles that were attached to hoses that snaked down from an overhead tank of cold water. "If you could each use these enema nozzles like this," matron explained, as she dipped the nozzle in grease and then pushed it in and pulled it out of Peter's exposed anus. "Nice and deep, then turn on the water stopping only when their belly's are nice and distended," Rebecca instructed them both. Flush with lust Jonathan and Elisabeth eagerly took the nozzles, each staring at them, first at the cleverly shaped ends that would fit deep into the smallest of bottoms and then be held there by a flange about its middle and then at the bent bodies of the nervously waiting children, who's bottoms had been widely parted to reveal their anuses just waiting to be defiled. Under Peter and Sarah's bottoms, their genitals were nicely accessible. Sarah's vagina, once pretty and bald, now showed the marks of her abuse, heightening her loveliness to her tormentors. Peter's handsome cock and balls, also marked by the gloves that had been on him, hung swaying with every movement of his body, hinting at being overly large in later life. With a glance at each other's flushed expressions, the two adults stepped up to their chosen child and with all the delicacy of doing something intimate for the first time, dipped the nozzles into the grease and then slipped them past the children's natural defences. The shrill scream from Sarah didn't stop Jonathan. Nor did the cry from Peter slow or stop Elisabeth. They pushed the nozzles deep into the children's anuses and turned them to loosen and irritate their tender rectal walls. Their recently spanked bottoms were also roughly fondled as the couple eagerly carried out the matron's instructions pulling and squeezing their genitals in their excitement causing them both excruciating pain after the rough massage they had been given with the spiked gloves. Exchanging glances and smiling as they watched each other enjoy torturing these children had brought back memories of the fun they both had with Elizabeth's nieces and nephews, only now they were being encouraged and this felt wonderful. Peter was really going to suffer, Elizabeth thought as she pushed the nozzle deep into his anus whilst Jonathan had his own thoughts about making Sarah suffer. For several long minutes they played with the children, riveted by how their tense anuses were pushed in or drawn out by the moulded nozzles. Elisabeth's breath quickened as she saw the affect it was having on Peter, bringing him to a painful erection despite his wailing cries, his cock swelling to a practically adult aspect but for the lack of hair. The children at St Saviour's orphanage are not allowed any pubic hair. The first reason was it is hygienic and the second reason is purely aesthetic. Pubic hairs around the genitals and the anus are always plucked out slowly as the child is restrained and sealed with hot wax and is always witnessed to force the message home. Slowly, Elizabeth placed her hand under Peter's bottom and grabbed hold of his now fully erect cock pulling hard and backwards which made the boy yell out and stand up on his tiptoes. Taking his balls in one hand she squeezed them hard whilst pulling his foreskin back and pinching his cock head between her thumb and forefinger. Peter struggled in his bonds, but Elizabeth continued the abuse for what seemed ages, not satisfied until he ejaculated, squirting his semen all over the tiled floor. Sarah, too was being affected, gasping and squirming with every little push and pull in her bottom, the sensations forcing her vulva, despite her attempts to resist, to slowly swell and part, a prelude to her full arousal. Jonathan pinched her clitoris and roughly handled her nipples and breasts until she came to orgasm squirming and screaming with excitement. Knowing all the best viewing points, Alice was able to watch unnoticed and enjoy children being abused and punished anywhere without anyone knowing and at this moment she watched with much amusement as Jonathan and Elizabeth cruelly abused Peter and Sarah. Also watching from a discreet distance, Rebecca was pleased to see Peter and Sarah's lack of control over their genitals and their outright willingness to be masturbated which now made certain that their whippings would be very severe and wholly justified. Having played to their satisfaction, the adults turned the flow of water on and stood back to watch as the steady flow distended their bellies and brought even more frantic cries from their bent forms. The sudden realisation that the water was cold had them desperately struggling to avoid the pain from cramping. Someone better versed in giving enemas may have left them in a little longer, but Jonathan and Elizabeth, uncertain and unwilling to permanently harm the children, stopped the flow, drawing the nozzles out and awaited the matron's next instructions. "Don't you dare let any water out," Matron told the children delighted that Peter and Sarah were now struggling to hold the cold water in their bottoms. She stepped up behind them and quickly inserted a rubber bung deep into their anuses, chuckling as the insertion caused both children to cry out in pain. "Now listen to me you dirty little sinners, you are to keep the water in for ten minutes and your are to remain quite still or your bottoms will suffer again!" she told them. Crying and desperately trying not to move, the children presented the guests with a delightful spectacle. As expected it didn't take long before their bottoms paid the price for their wriggling and to Jonathan and Elizabeth's delight, matron let them spank them. Excited and over-eager, they spanked the children's bottoms as if in competition with each other. After the ten minutes were up, matron then released the two well spanked sinners leading them to where the toilet bowls stood all gleaming and in a long row and released the bungs when the children were in place. There was a strange delight, watching the children's expressions as their bodies cramped and strained in ridding themselves of the water, only to be then pulled roughly from the seats and hosed down with more cold water. They both screamed as the cold water hit them again sending their genitals and Sarah's nipples rock hard. Then they were drawn to the bar again, where once again matron pushed the slender tipped nozzles deep into their lean little bottoms and told Jonathan and Elisabeth to hold them there. With the repeat process came familiarity, and Elisabeth let her hand slide along the length of Peter's erect cock, roughly masturbating him and for a while she conjured up images of him performing for her, using all his vigour and stamina to piston her repeatedly. She glanced across to Sarah and her excitement rose as she watched her husband easing the nozzle back and forth, without doubt imagining himself in her little bottom, sliding back and forth in her little colon while she made those little breathless squeals. His other hand was busy masturbated her clitoris, flicking it with sadistic casualness. Matron returned and complemented them both on their efforts. "A second dousing is always worthwhile," she told them. "They need to know pain is sometimes nice," she said with a grin. "Not that these two need that lesson," she added, releasing them so she could drag them to the bowls again. Standing over them as they expelled the water, they watched as matron ordered them to wash themselves, with harsh scouring brushes and using coarse towels to dry themselves, bringing a pink tenderness to their skin. Hands on hips, Matron smiled at the quietly sobbing children who came timidly forward from their washing. Jonathan and Elizabeth stood slightly behind the woman, looking on in amazement as the matron roughly turned the children to better examine them, then nodded curtly. "Now your punishment really starts," she told them with a big grin on her face. Peter and Sarah began to cry in earnest now as they were roughly pushed and prodded by the matron out of the bathroom into the brightly lit dormitory and made to stand in front of the large whipping horses. Following closely behind, Jonathan and Elizabeth were determined not to miss anything as the children now waited crying in anticipation of their whippings. This is why they had come and they were going to make the most of this unusual opportunity. They were both smiling, as they looked firstly at the whipping horses and then at Peter and Sarah who by now presented a most erotic spectacle standing naked and in a state of fright as they stared at the whipping horses they would be expected to mount for their punishment. The horses had been arranged side by side, so that when mounted the children's bottoms would be facing the same way and large mirrors mounted in front so that the expressions on the children's faces could also be seen. Remembering Alice's instructions, matron looked over to Jonathan and Elizabeth and in a very low voice said, "Would you like to give them their whippings?" "Nothing would give us more pleasure would it darling," Elizabeth replied. As she held onto Jonathan's hand, her grip was so tight that it had begun to lose all it's feeling. Jonathan's smile said it all. The children did look so appealing thought Elizabeth as she turned to Jonathan and whispered to make sure the children didn't hear her. "This is our chance to enjoy ourselves. So if you deal with Sarah, I will deal with Peter." Jonathan could feel his erection stirring at the thought of whipping this most attractive little girl and could only bring himself to answer. "I can't wait." Miss Bolton now stood in front of Peter and Sarah with her arms folded and with a very stern face. Having children completely at her disposal gave her a great deal of pleasure and these two sinners were no exception. Peter and Sarah really made her weak at the knees and she looked forward with lust to seeing them whipped now and had judged Jonathan and Elizabeth ready enough to make then suffer. The children looked a sorry pair, standing naked and trembling in front of these large wooden whipping horses awaiting their punishments, their bodies bathed in the bright sunlight that streamed through the large windows. They still had that glazed look in their eyes caused by the drugs and despite feeling the severe pain meted out on their bodies co-operated with the three adults allowing them to do as they pleased. The room was cold despite the sunlight, which had both Peter and Sarah shivering and showing signs of arousal much to Jonathan and Elizabeth's delight. Peter's cock was now fully erect and Sarah's nipples stood out rock hard. Their bottoms appeared to be firm, delightfully rounded and were covered with goose bumps, the pale flesh lovingly scored by recent assaults. The specially designed structures, which stood in the middle of the dormitory were made from solid wood and stood on four stout legs. They were decorated with rings, straps and other pieces of leather and the saddles were also connected to handles underneath the horses. Jonathan associated them with his school athletics, but Elizabeth remembered her parents owning one. It had been a toy up until she was ten years old, when she was caught drinking her father's brandy. She soon learnt of its real purpose and dreaded coming near one again especially after the whipping her father gave here on her bottom, which left her so sore she couldn't sit down for days afterwards. Both Jonathan and Elizabeth were now so excited with the prospect of whipping the children astride these horses, that they had lost all their fear for the awful contraptions. "They've witnessed others being whipped," Rebecca confided. Matron pulled Peter reluctantly towards his horse. It had been designed for boys and left a lot more room to manoeuvre the whip between their thighs in order to strike their genitals more effectively. Gathering a stool and placing it along side the horse Rebecca made him to mount the horse and used the straps and rings to tether his legs, after placing his feet into its stirrups. From underneath the horse she turned a handle that operated a pommel positioned under his belly, which pushed his bottom up stretching it wide apart to expose his anus. After securing his wrists to the horse's neck she then made sure that his bottom that was pushed up by the pommel, fully exposing his cock and balls to the whip. As a final touch, Rebecca pushed a small rubber ball into Peter's mouth and used a cloth to hold it in place. Peter secured, Miss Bolton then made Sarah mount her horse in the same way but pulled her body further back in the saddle so no forward motion could protect her exposed genitals. Making sure that the pommel under her belly stretched her bottom wide apart and exposed her anus like Peter's, she placed a similar rubber ball into her mouth and again tied it with a cloth. At only eleven years old, the thick and puffy pink lips of Sarah's smooth vagina exposed a thick sheaf of flesh that protected her engorged clitoris as it was now drawn wide apart. Rebecca grinned as she saw the patrons stare at Sarah's clitoris. "No wonder she touches herself so much, eh?" she said with a chuckle as she strode over to the array of instruments on the wall. Jonathan and his wife nodded and took the opportunity to examine the children's genitals, each licking their lips as they now were able to view close up both Sarah's delightful vagina and breasts and Peter's handsome cock and balls which were at eye level due to the raised level of their bodies on these horses. Remembering them in the same position only a few minutes ago over the bar in the bathroom Jonathan and Elizabeth were both thrilled that they were going to be able to whip them severely knowing that there was nothing they could do to stop them. The matron also seemed to be encouraging them much to their delight. They might have considered fondling the youngsters there and then, perhaps even using them for their own gratification, had the matron not returned so quickly, carrying what appeared to be two curious looking little whips. Of all the instruments of correction displayed in the racks on the walls, matron chose two small but very painful whips called Martinets. She wanted both these children to really feel their whippings and enjoyed watching the effect that the long leather tails made on the children's delicate skin and also hearing their screams of sheer pain and panic. "These are called martinet whips," Rebecca said, handing them one each and also explained that the French used them to whip French children's bottoms. "Here at St Saviour's we also use them to whip the children's genitals and they don't half smart if their screams are any indication to go by," she said with a smile and in a sadistic way, "you will have also noticed that I have gagged them in anticipation of the pain your whippings will inflict." Jonathan cautiously took one of the whips; looking it over while Elisabeth did the same, examining firstly their weight and then the fine workmanship. Jonathan couldn't help swishing his through the air and tested its accuracy, as they both glanced excitingly towards the waiting children, and tried to decide how to use these strange whips to their greatest effect. Rebecca explained that they had a six inch wooden handle that could also be used as a dildo, pointing to the handles which were oddly shaped to resemble a man's organ and that they had a dozen soft oiled strands of leather attached, none of the strands shorter than a foot in length. Whispering, she said very matter of factly, "If you want to use the handles I have no objection," Elizabeth looked at Jonathan with a expression of delight gripping the handle and drawing her hand over its length in anticipation of using it deep in Peter's bottom to torture his prostrate, forcing him to have another ejaculation. Even though these whips, were no longer than eighteen inches in length the children viewed them as if they were living vipers. "Now," Rebecca explained. "It's up to you of course, but I usually whip their thighs first, then their bottoms until their skin is red hot and they're crying. That's the best time to begin whipping their genitals," she chuckled making sure that the children heard this time. Looking towards Sarah, Jonathan saw the pleading in her eyes. Peter's eyes were no less large, tears beginning to flow down his cheek into the cloth holding his gag in place. "Yes," Elisabeth murmured, looking at the boy's shrunken cock. "He needs it, doesn't he?" "It's for their own good," Matron nodded. "We need to stand firm," Jonathan agreed, getting a better grip of the handle before he stepped in front of the bound girl, his eyes fixed on her trembling vulva and nipples rather than the agony on her little face. "Thighs first," Elisabeth repeated, looking at Peter's loins. She flicked the whip hard against his upper thighs and felt a surge of pleasure sweep through her, a force much greater than just satisfaction at seeing him jerk and squeal into his gag. A moment later Jonathan had brought his own whip down very hard across Sarah's thighs and watched mesmerised, as she jerked and howled through her gag. "Don't be put off by their howls," Matron warned. "They've put it on for you, I'm sure," she told them, turning away to leave them to whip them. Alone, Jonathan and Elisabeth exchanged glances, seeing in each other their own suppressed excitement, and then they turned their attention to their chosen victim. The short whips rose and fell, slapping hard against young and tender inner thighs that bordered pink and innocent genitals. In a short time the contrast in skin tone was remarkable, from the fair, unsullied pink of tender young skin, to bright red, inflamed and tortured skin of their whipped flesh. It didn't take long for Jonathan and Elizabeth to start whipping their fully parted bottoms as the children wept and screamed uncontrollably, jerking and squealing with each new stroke, their young muscles distorting the shape of their legs and bellies as they tried fruitlessly to escape their torment. Elisabeth stopped, breathless and hot and glad she no longer wore the thick dress and tight corset she'd arrived in. Jonathan, seeing her stop, stopped too and looked across at her. "Now?" he asked. Elisabeth nodded, her heart pounding as she looked at the handsome cock she was about to begin whipping and Jonathan did the same to his own victim; aware of how the strands would strike her little vulva and bulbous clitoris hood. He flicked the short whip onto his shoulder, feeling his passion grow as the girl tensed, trying to ready her self for the coming pain. None of the strokes were heavy or sadistic to start with, yet both were on the unprotected sexes of children, a dozen leather bands landing to painfully scour their genitals. The jerking, screaming and the torment of the children, swept through both adults like a large measure of brandy after a long walk through winter scenery. Jonathan and Elizabeth gasped and watched the children's reaction, loving the response so much that they quickly struck again, then again and again, each strike followed by a short pause to watch their reaction in the mirrors. The contrast of pale genitals surrounded by raw whipped flesh soon diminished. Sarah's little vulva was the first to brighten and open, her inner flesh bright and gleaming and the tip of her clitoris beginning to peek from its home. Jonathan had stopped striking downwards and now began to strike upwards, the direction making it easier, he hoped, for the odd pieces of leather to strike the head of Sarah's exposed clitoris. A more pronounced jerk on her bonds and a loud squeal through her gag told him he'd succeeded, and he immediately tried for another, as he panting in his excitement. Moving around to Sarah's front he brought the whip down hard across her breasts until her nipples hardened. In order to help Sarah on, Jonathan masturbated her by pinching her nipples and used the handle of his whip to fuck her deep inside her cunt until she came to orgasm again. Peter's cock began to swell and lengthen. Seeing it, Elisabeth struck at it with fresh purpose, a welter of pleasure rising within her as she watched his cock swell and stand as she whipped it, flooding with new vitality while its owner jerked in his bonds. She whipped his balls hard making him stand in the stirrups and directed the whip in between the cheeks of his parted bottom and thrashed his anus hard before thrusting the handle deep into his bottom to irritate his prostate. Then taking hold of his cock she masturbated him as she twisted the handle in his bottom until Peter let out a full cry into his gag and ejaculated over the saddle. As they whipped away they watched the children's expressions in the mirrors and used this to gauge their readiness for the fresh onslaughts that they both now launched into furiously fired up with renewed passion. Alice's information about Jonathan and Elizabeth Brown had been right, they were sadists and she really enjoyed the erotic spectacle being played out in front of her very eyes. She really pitied Elizabeth's nieces and nephews if they tortured them like Peter and Sarah. Matron then returned and watched them strike each child one more time, and then while the children were squirming and howling in their restraints, showed the breathless husband and wife the special devises that were now going to be fitted over their tortured genitals. Peter was to have a spiked ring placed around his cock. While he remained in a flaccid state, the ring would lie loose around the base of it. But if he became excited and his cock started to erect, then the swelling flesh would meet the small but sharp barbs on the inside of the ring and he'd feel excruciating pain. Sarah was going to wear a devise that had needle barbs on the inner surface and was placed ingeniously at the apex of the young and pink vulva. Sarah would need to walk with caution; there was a chance that she could become excited without feeling the pain of the needle barbs. But if she attempted to touch herself then the lightest of touches would cause the barbs to irritate her vagina. Holding the two devises up so that Jonathan and Elizabeth were able to see them better matron looked at the children still strapped to the whipping horses and with an excited tone in her voice said, "If you could now help Peter and Sarah dismount, you can fit these special devises." It wasn't an easy task to help the children dismount as the strength had drained out of their bodies leaving Jonathan and Elizabeth to support them and carry the still crying sinners to a nearby bed where they laid them on their backs. In this position, Peter and Sarah's genitals were now fully exposed and matron handed Jonathan and Elizabeth the devises, telling them to fit them roughly. This turned out to be even more exciting than abusing Elizabeth's nieces and nephews and the couple lost no time in checking the effectiveness of the devises as matron invited them to test them by roughly massaging the children's tortured thighs and bottoms until their sexual responses caused the devises to work and muffled screams could be heard through their gags. Peter's cock quickly grew under Elizabeth's rough handling, until his swelling shaft met the barbs, then he gasped and howled, jerking without control until his cock shrank again and he could capture his breath. The girl meanwhile, brought on by Jonathan's rough handling, squeezed her thighs together in an effort to increase her pleasure, and squealed as the barbs of her own device punctured the soft flesh of her clitoris. She immediately spread her legs and panted, her eyes telling them how successful they had been in denying her pleasure. Rebecca now judged Peter and Sarah's punishment at an end for now and called for two assistants to carry them to the Infirmary where she would attend to them later continuing their tortures using special ointments and other treatments to painfully treat their wounds. With the children gone, Rebecca had a chance to get the couples reactions before she sent for Karen to help Mr and Mrs Brown change back into the clothes they came in and then show them the way back down to Alice's office. Having completed her duties in the dormitory, matron took no time in returning to the Infirmary. She now intended to start treating Peter and Sarah's wounds whilst the drugs still gave them a strong sexual response. Rebecca had planned to carry out remedies that would include to name but two, prolonged massage and forced multiple ejaculations and orgasms. Even now, Rebecca thought, they were both going to be made to suffer for their sins and learn the most important lesson of all, that any pleasures received by the children at St Saviour's are always immediately followed by severe pain. A knock at the door interrupted Alice's thoughts. "Come in," she called, and Karen showed Jonathan and Elizabeth back into the office. "Do come in and take a seat," Alice smiled, and after they had sat down asked after their morning's entertainment. "Was it satisfactory?" she asked as she looked at the flushed couple. "Oh yes, we really enjoyed it didn't we Jonathan, thank you for arranging it for us," Elizabeth said as she held her husband's hand tightly and smiled back. "I was very impressed with the way you dealt with Peter and Sarah." Alice said as she rang the bell at the side of her chair to summon a member of staff. "Yes, please fetch Mr and Mrs Brown's coats." "You saw us?" Jonathan asked, looking embarrassed while also looking towards his wife who was as white as a sheet. "Yes, I always like to keep an eye on my guests and after your performance with Peter and Sarah Elizabeth, I will certainly recommend you to the governors, so you can join your husband in becoming a patron here at of St Saviour's." Jonathan and Elizabeth were delighted and stood up as their coats were handed to them. "Let us know when we can be of service to you again," Elizabeth said, as they walked to the front door and said goodbye to Miss Marchant and then walked down the drive in glorious sunshine, feeling really happy. "I'm really looking forward to abusing your nieces and nephews again on their next visit." Jonathan said to his wife. Elizabeth by now was so full of the erotic experiences she had just had, that she started to think of all the new abuses they could try out. "Do you think that we should introduce them to a thorough cleansing when they arrive?" she asked smiling as they walked towards their carriage. Jonathan smiled, as they approached their carriage, delighted with his newly found luck and that he had married such a treasure as his beloved Elizabeth. Elizabeth Brown would make an excellent patron Alice thought, as she took one last look at Amy's journal and photographs, before sending a message to Betty Parker that she was now ready to be entertained and that she was to take little Amy Jennings to the special punishment room and wait there for her arrival.

SALVATION A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, mc, bdsm and torture Chapter 8, Cruel Pleasures When her guests had finished their refreshments, Alice escorted them back down to the dungeon, for more entertainments. The light in the dungeon, seemed much dimmer as they took their seats and there was much curiosity about the device, which had now been placed in the centre of the stage. "Let the entertainments commence," Alice ordered, a sly smile on her face. A very nervous little girl was led onto the stage, still wearing her costume from the party. Standing beside the girl Alice Marchant was tall, elegant and an austere figure who towered over the child. "This is Sarah, who is twelve years old," Alice announced. Jenny Richards recognised her as the little girl who had been made to give her pleasure at the party. Alice remembered just how exhausted little Sally became during sexual activity; so she decided to make her swallow some of the special lemonade. Concocted by James Jones, the special lemonade contained two drugs; the first to ensure the children's cooperation and the second to build up the stamina needed for them to endure prolonged and rough sexual activity. "Prepare her!" Alice said, gesturing to Miss Bolton the matron. Rebecca offered Sarah the drink, but at first she refused. However, a few hard smacks with her trusty strap across the child's thighs eventually persuaded her to drink it. Alice smiled, looking around her, unwilling to start the torture of this pretty little girl until all the spectators were seated. The ladders had been removed and a device called "The Tower" had been placed in the centre of the stage. The device; was a solid column of wood, six feet tall, with restraints hanging from the top. A porcelain cock was attached to a brass slide, allowing it to be adjusted to the required height and then locked into place. The cock was curved, much like that of a banana and protruded a full five inches from the solid wooden column, three quarters of its surface smooth, the last quarter around its broad base, rough. The child stared at it, her eyes large and round. Alice drew her over to the tower, measuring her little body against it and adjusted the cock to its most effective height. Relieved when it looked too high for her to mount, she started to giggle, half with relief, half with sheer nervousness. Max watched Alice stroke the little girl's face and smiled. The scene was so innocent, yet the woman's fingers were expertly undoing the child's costume, loosening it first, then drawing it off her until she stood naked. He couldn't believe how lovely she looked, so innocent, so young, her skin so pale, so smooth and completely unmarked. He wished he were her master, kneeling beside the child, pinching her nipples and bottom one moment, then sliding his fingers into her sweet little cunt and anus the next. The girl was young, but there was no denying her sexuality, not with a cute labia like that, so rich and thick, so ready to open at the least touch and expose the little finger of her clitoris to new pleasures. The drugged lemonade had taken full effect by the time Alice was ready to draw the little girl to the waiting Tower. Unable to concentrate, the girl went where she was led, letting her limbs be moved, her arms lifted and tied, her little body drawn up until she felt stretched. Max almost stopped breathing as her slender thighs were drawn wide apart and the greased porcelain cock, placed at the entrance of her cunt. One more adjustment and it was parting her lips, slipping into a tender cunt that he hoped would be virginal, but sensed wouldn't be. The audience groaned along with him, watching as the child slid carefully down onto the cock, enjoying her screams as a full four inches of the smooth surface was embedded in her cunt. It wasn't Miss Marchant who struck the first blow, but Lord Holmes. Max envied his old friend as he strode onto the stage carrying a wicked looking cane in his hand. Holmes smiled at his audience, no doubt knowing how much they envied him, and took up a position beside the trembling child. The girl knew what was coming. There was no way that she could have lived her short life in orphanages and not known, yet the terror still showed on her face and the complication of having four inches of solid porcelain cock filling her little cunt was causing her a lot of anguish and awkwardness. Holmes brought his arm round and whipped the cane down across her delicious little bottom, causing her to jerk forward and impale her delicate cunt still further onto the cock. The girl's screams were music to everyone's ears. "By God Holmes, give her another!" Max shouted. Richard nodded and complied, the cane landing across both bottom cheeks to make her scream and jerk forward again, screaming as she drove the cock deep into her little cunt again, the tender walls of her sex sliding over the rough part, its bulbous head splitting the lips of her tender little cunt wide apart. The girl fought hard against the intense pain and pleasure, as all she could do was to hang by her wrists and pant, crying out as Richard brought the cane down again and again across her already bruised bottom and writhe on the unforgiving cock. They all watched as Sarah frantically rode the porcelain cock; her sex lips gleaming as they responded to her arousal and as she climaxed in a frenzy of wanton lust. "The little tart!" someone shouted, the remark acknowledged with loud applause. "She should be severely whipped," Miss Foulds, remarked. Alice smiled and nodded to her. Greta Foulds stepped onto the stage carrying her favorite instrument; a French martinet. The audience quietened, as Miss Foulds moved up behind the girl and loosened her gown, which allowed her to expand her lungs and gave much more freedom to her whipping arm. Greta stood and observed the child, such a lovely expression on her sweet little face as she desperately tried to climax again before the pain returned. However, Miss Foulds was a sadistic governess would enjoy whipping Sarah severely under the pretext of punishing her wantonness. Greta raised the martinet high above over her head. The girl whimpered and drove her cunt onto the cock again, just as the martinet was brought down with force across her adorable little bottom. "Oh my God," someone shouted. The leather strands of the martinet had raised some lovely whip marks. The girl sobbed, a lovely sound to those watching. Greta traced the lines she'd caused with the martinet, squeezing and massaging the child's bottom for a good few moments, under the pretext of soothing away the pain. There was a rustling of clothing and the sound of heavy breathing, as the guests discreetly masturbated. Then, without warning Greta raised the martinet again and whipped it down even harder, catching the girl completely by surprise and forcing her to really start fucking herself, in order to bring some relief from the searing pain. Once again the child screamed and struggled, the audience applauding Greta's handiwork. "One more," Alice said, signalling for help from her assistants. The girl was released and repositioned so that her arms and legs now hugged the Tower, forcing her bottom even further out and exposing her anus for the first time to the audience. This position forced her to sit with her full weight on the cock, leaving her no leverage to lift her tortured cunt off it again. Greta inhaled, lifted the martinet high over her head and moving behind the girl, brought the cords downwards with the full force of both arms, directly onto the child's exposed anus. The applause and cheering from the spectators completely drowned the screams of the tortured little girl as she was helped to dismount the Tower. Richard caressed the crying child's hair and murmured endearments to her, while Alice roughly pushed her fingers deep into the girl's ravished cunt and roughly masturbated her, under the pretext of trying to calm her down. With a nod she indicated to Richard to continue and together they turned the drugged and confused girl around to face the audience, drawing her backwards to position her anus directly over the newly greased cock. The girl, her eyes wide, gasped loudly as her weight pushed her sore anus down onto the cock. The pain of the insertion showed on her face, as she slid down very slowly onto the unforgiving cock. They waited until she had reached the rough base of the cock, then Lord Holmes caned her across her stomach, making her howl and arch her body. Then from the other side, Miss Marchant brought a thick leather strap down across her budding breasts, grinning as the girl caught her breath, then howled in anguish. While the spectators watched, Alice and Richard continued to wield their chosen implements, forcing the child to fuck her anus up and down on the cock, unable to gain any sexual relief, only intense pain. Members of the audience grunted as they played discreetly with their privates, their eyes glued on the scene in front of them. Putting aside his wicked cane, Richard helped Alice to unfasten the weeping girl from the Tower. Then they took it in turns to roughly massage her bruised bottom and genitals, under the pretext of soothing the child's aches and pains, before handing the distraught child over to one of the assistants. "Later this evening, you will be given the opportunity to inspect the children prior to them being auctioned to the highest bidder," Alice announced clearing her throat, the spectators returning their attention to her, some wondering what could possible follow the last entertainment. Another nervous little girl was led onto the stage next, looking very pretty in her little white sailors uniform; she struggled and was confused by the drugged lemonade she had been made to swallow. Excitedly the spectators lent forward in their seats, as she was hung from the ceiling, her ankles spread wide apart and then fastened to rings in the floor. "This is Rachel, who is twelve years old," Alice announced. Alice walked around the delightful little girl as she calmly pulled on a pair of silken gloves, the surface of the fingers and palms made rough by little pieces of metal sewn into them. As Alice walked around the child, other members of her staff joined her. Patricia appeared with a fat candle, nursing the flame, which had created a pool of liquid wax under the wick. Rose held a whip; Brenda held fresh nettles in her gloved hands, Rebecca held a long cane and Wendy blushed brightly as she stepped forward wearing a tight fitting leather harness around her waist, with a thicker than average rubber cock attached to it. The little girl began to weep, begging to be released and let free. "I've not done anything!" she wailed, her eyes wide as she pleaded with them but everyone ignored her. Someone began to hum, a deep and melodious hum that fitted the mood of all the spectators and soon others took it up, becoming a chant, rising and lowering, the women providing a descant learnt in church and now used to good effect in the dungeon. Rose stopped her circling to step in front of the child. Without expression she reached out and roughly tore the little sailor uniform off her body, leaving her naked and completely exposed to all the lusting spectators. The child's body was covered with whip marks some recent and some that were dark and fading. The women continued to circle her as she screamed and fought against her bonds, until finally she fell limp with sheer exhaustion. Brenda brought the nettles down across the child's little breasts from right to left in a sweeping motion. Rachel screamed and arched, struggling as the nettles brought a terrible pain to her delicate breasts and nipples. Crying, she tried desperately to free her hands and relieve the itching. The women circled again, watching and waiting. Rachel had just about exhausted herself when Patricia threw the hot wax over her breasts, burning her nipples yet again. The girl screamed and thrashed about, tears pouring down her cheeks as she made another desperate attempt to escape her bonds. The spectators watched in awe and delight, loving the way her body jerked one way then the other, her pale lean muscles playing on skin that now shone with perspiration. The nettles brought a rash to her breasts and the candle wax that had splashed across her tender nipples, caused them to harden painfully. Exhausted, Rachel softly cried. The wax had formed itself to her subtle curves, until the whip landed, sweeping it away and leaving a vivid red line across her chest. She squealed again, loud and stridently, losing her breath as Brenda brought the nettles down across her lovely round bottom. Alice knelt down behind Rachel and slid her hands down the whole length of her thighs, her gloves leaving a trail of lovely marks that made her scream with a new vigour. Rachel tossed again in a new effort to evade the spikes that caused her so much agony, but Alice just followed the contours of her thighs and moved her hands with her thighs as she writhed. For the moment the staff were content to watch this sweet child and admire her beautifully pale skin, her thighs so wide apart that her pretty cunt gaped and her bottom opened to reveal her dark puckered anus. Then the cane landed and Rachel tried to double over as it struck her belly. The whip left thin red lines across her thighs, the cane again making her distraught as it sliced into her little bottom. Rose twirled the whip letting it brush against her pubis, flicking it to cause the child to jerk and gasp, her eyes never wider as the pain started to boarder on pleasure. But just as Rachel was starting to get aroused, both the whip and the cane landed together bringing a new agony to the sweet child's tender body. Alice moved behind Rachel and brought her hands round, pressing them into the child's chest and embracing her, pressing the hard spikes into her breasts to feel her quiver, as she screamed again. Patricia took a step forward and flung hot melted wax up between the child's thighs, grinning as it caused the girl to scream with the last of breath and struggle, causing her breasts to be tortured by Alice's spiked gloves. The audience was breathless now, their passion so strong that the staff could feel their excitement. It made them increase their efforts and whenever the wax was applied the whip and cane followed in an effort to break it off, even when it meant striking Rachel's pretty little cunt and inflamed her clitoris. When Rachel had become too exhausted to entertain the spectators, Alice knelt before her and slid her gloved hands between her bottom cheeks and then down the backs of her thighs, leaving a trail of scratches that the girl hardly seemed to be aware of. Alice cupped her little bottom and gripped it in a tightening, separating grip letting her tongue slide sensuously over her cunt and along the welts made by her staff. The child sobbed, her cunt forced as it was up against Alice's mouth, her bottom held wide apart by the gloved hands. Patricia grinned as she poured the hot wax directly onto her tender anus, bringing Rachel back to life again and some much appreciated applause from the lustful spectators. Alice pulled Rachel's little bottom further apart, her gloves drawing blood as she scraped the wax from her burning anal ring. Wendy moved behind her, holding the large rubber dildo up against the child's anus and then holding her slender hips for leverage, thrust it deep into her already tortured anus. Rachel's screams were fresh once again and proof of her new agony. The look on her face was perfect, a picture for all to remember for months afterwards; shock and disbelief, agony and horror as the oversized cock was pushed forcibly deep inside her rectum, then moved relentlessly back and forth until Rachel swooned and then feinted with the pain. Anger caused a hot fire in Alice's groin as she realised the child had escaped the rest of what she had planned for her. She pulled the dildo roughly from the limp child and threw it aside, then looked at the girl her mind trying to come to terms with her escape and signalled to her assistants to come and take Rachel away. "Dr Stevens, will now demonstrate some his more bizarre medical instruments on two of his young patients," Alice announced, to a stunned audience. Jeremy Stevens stepped onto the stage still wearing his magician's outfit from the party and carrying his black medical bag, its contents a complete mystery to everyone except himself. Since being appointed the doctor at St Saviour's, Jeremy had been very busy developing new instruments and equipment and with plenty of expendable children to try them out on, he had had plenty of opportunity to fine-tune them all. The audience groaned as a very handsome young boy was led naked onto the stage, his eyes glazed over from the drugged lemonade. He looked about nervously as his wrists were attached high above his head to a rope hanging from the ceiling. "This is Jason, who is thirteen years old," Alice announced, turning the boy to show off his handsome cock and bottom to the excited spectators. With a wave of his hand, much as a real magician would do, Jeremy produced a metal object from his medical bag. It was shaped like a pear, yet only a third of its size and had a little wheel at the top. Jeremy showed how turning the wheel caused the six segments of the body of the pear like devise to split and part, opening like the petals of a flower. He then closed it again, before returning to the boy, who had started to whimper as he no doubt imagined how much pain it would cause him. The audience leaned forward to watch intently, as Dr Stevens knelt behind the boy to prise his handsome bottom apart and use his tongue to slowly lick his anus wet, then push the pear shaped object against the boy's unwilling anus. The boy's crying grew more intense, but Jeremy persevered, pushing harder and harder until it finally surged inwards leaving just the wheel standing proud of his puckered anal ring. Jeremy stood behind the boy and grinned as he began to turn the wheel. Everyone remembered what happened when the wheel was turned and licked their lips as they watched the lad's discomfort, his anus spreading and his colon being drawn very painfully apart. The boy's crying ebbed to a soft whimpering, his eyes widening as he began to pant. The wheel was turned again and the boy's whimpering returned with a new intensity, his breathing quickening. "Feeling it now lad, aren't you?" Jeremy teased. He ceased to turn the wheel but to push on it instead, making Jason struggle wildly as his rectal canal was tortured. "Keep still," Jeremy told the boy. The boy gasped, his eyes widening as Jeremy spanked his bottom hard for a good few moments, under the pretext of helping the pear to settle. Jason screamed, as his anus was stretched apart, his bottom burning from the harsh spanking. A bulge showing in his breeches, Doctor Stevens strode over to his medical bag and retrieved a slender wire. It had a flattened surface and was twisted into a corkscrew shape. Jeremy turned the boy around to face the audience and showed the intriguing tool to him. Taking hold of his flaccid cock he thumbed the foreskin back and forth, roughly squeezing his balls and masturbating his cock until it was fully erect. Dr Stevens continued to masturbate the boy's cock, then inserted the end of the wire into the eye of his penis and pushed it firmly along his urethra until all that could be seen was the end of the wire. The boy panted as if running, quivering where he hung, yet the cold metal that had been forced into his urethra didn't seem to hurt him. The spectators looked mystified. "Coating the wire with wax and then twisting it, allows it to slide smoothly into his urethra." Doctor Stevens explained. Having forced the wire into the boy's urethra, Jeremy then returned to the pear, turning the wheel once more and then playing again with the wire that protruded from the boy's handsome cock. "As you saw, the wire went in smoothly enough. However, if the wire is pulled out, instead of being allowed to turn on its own screw, then it acts a little differently." He told his audience, watching them become spellbound. "This tool, will scrape along the inside and clean it internally," Dr Stevens explained. He turned the boy so his handsome cock was in full view and got ready to withdraw the tool, stopping as if something had just occurred to him. "Of course," he added. "It will cause intense pain." The boy on hearing this whimpered loudly and squirmed in his bonds, which only allowed him limited movement. The spectators leant forward, their eyes gleaming with the light of the braziers and watched Jeremy take hold of the end of the wire. Jeremy waited, smiling at the boy and drinking in his terror. It was in the boy's eyes and expression, the way he shook and trembled, that they could all taste his terror. As Jeremy pulled on the wire, the boy flung his head back to scream, his pale young body arched as the wire was slowly pulled out. It scraped along the inside of his sensitive urethra, an endless agony, that had the audience spellbound and the boy straining in pain. As the last inch was released, a froth of thick sperm bubbled out, dripping into a thick pool for all to see. The last of the wire was then pulled clear and the boy slumped, his cock quickly becoming flaccid again as he was led off the stage with the pear still in his bottom. Next onto the stage was a very pretty little girl. She was naked and had also been drugged, but Dr Steven's indicated that he wanted her left unrestrained. "This is Mary, who is eleven years old," Alice announced. Dr Stevens retrieved a jar of ointment from his medical bag and showed it to the nervous little girl. He slowly rubbed the sweet smelling ointment onto his own hands, which made his flesh burn, but not unduly. However, he could well imagine what it would feel like when rubbed into tender young flesh and he smiled in anticipation. This ointment was another concoction devised by James Jones, the cook's sadistic son. "Open your thighs child!" Dr Stevens ordered Mary. The little girl slowly parted her thighs, exposing her sweet little cunt to the spectators, but found it difficult to keep still in her drugged state. "Keep still," Jeremy told Mary, smacking her little bottom hard more than a few times just to emphasise his order. Mary screamed and then started to sway, which caused her to lose her balance and collapse in a heap on the floor. Realising, the child wouldn't be able to cooperate, Miss Marchant suggested that she should be suspended, but her thighs should be left free and kept apart by a couple of her assistants. Jeremy nodded his agreement. Two assistants lifted the little girl off the floor attaching her wrists to a rope lowered from the ceiling and then drew her thighs wide apart by her ankles. "Keep her thighs open!" Dr Stevens ordered, a grin on his face. He liberally rubbed more of the sweet smelling ointment onto his hands before approaching his little patient, and then slowly massaged the special ointment into her breasts, bottom, thighs and genitals, holding his breath as he waited for a reaction. It didn't take long. Almost before he was finished her breathing had quickened and her young loins had begun to squirm uncontrollably. The assistants had to fight to keep her thighs apart and prompted by Dr Stevens, spanked the thigh they were holding very hard, until she fully cooperated. A glow came to her vulva that had not been there before and the little hood of her clitoris swelled and then appeared, a smooth bulb of flesh swollen with blood. Inflamed, she whimpered, lifting her crotch in an effort to have him touch her sexually. With a finger still retaining some of the ointment, Dr Stevens wriggled it up against her moist little cunt, pressing it into her, parting her hot slippery little vagina to press upward with his fingertip and smile as he saw the look delight on the child's face. "You like that don't you?" he asked, a cruel smile on his face. Eyes bright and breathless, the child nodded and tossed her hips again, her legs straining to open further for him. She gave a little cry and Jeremy felt a flood of hot wetness about his finger, as he watched her body writhe driven on by her newfound pleasure. "Growing up nicely, aren't you Mary?" he asked the nervous child, stroking her smooth little body, in particular the pretty little cones that were developing on her chest. "Yes Sir," she murmured. The doctor's hand slipped down to her vagina and Mary opened her legs, letting his fingers probe and search, sparking off a tingle that was so nice, but yet was so often associated with the pain of having her little bottom whipped. The matron at Mary's last orphanage regularly had to whip her bottom for her wanton behaviour. Retrieving another curious medical item from his bag, Doctor Stevens then approached the now aroused child turning her towards the audience. "Hold her still!" Jeremy told the assistants. Mary eyes widened, as she watched the doctor hold up the devise. It was made up of two glass jars with rubber tubing running out of both of them, attached to a leather shoulder harness, much the same as Mary had seen other girls being made to wear, when being taught to become ponies. Putting the glass vacuum jars down, Jeremy slid the upper body harness over the slender shoulders of the young girl, then adjusted the straps until they fitted snugly to her slender frame, a trio of straps around the hills of her budding breasts. Then came the glass jars, one at a time, each one pressed firmly over one small breast, and then held in place with straps that Jeremy ensured were nice and tight, so that no air could escape and hinder the process. For all her nakedness, Mary looked a little ridiculous with the large glass jars fixed to her chest, yet she was thankful that none of it had hurt, as yet. Even as that thought came to mind, Jeremy was drawing the tubes to a pair of bellows and then tested all the connections, making sure everything was perfect before starting the treatment. Jeremy pumped and almost immediately Mary felt the pull on her breasts. She gasped and looked down at herself, seeing nothing and yet feeling the pull on her chest, drawing her breasts out, stretching her flesh as they grew bigger and bigger. "There!" Dr Stevens smiled, looking at the swollen buds and engorged nipples through the thick glass. "Make sure they stay attached!" Jeremy told the assistants. Going to his medical bag again, Jeremy retrieved three more curious instruments. The first had a short handle with what appeared to be an oversized fishing hook attached to the end of it with fastenings, the second a flat gauge two spatula and the third a set of cords and weights. Showing these to the child who was starting to cry again now, Jeremy knelt down between her widely stretched thighs and massaged her clitoris roughly under the pretext of making it erect. Placing the tip of the hook against the top edge of her clitoris hood, he pulled it back and then slid the spatula between her body and the now engorged tip. He then slid the fastening over the little nubbin and closed it tight in much the same way as a corset closes around a woman's body. Mary was gasping now, her eyes wide with fright and her body shaking with her nervousness. Jeremy knew that this would pass as she became used to it. He might even put a ring in the hood, to make this easier, if her treatments took longer than anticipated. And if this approach didn't work, he thought to himself as he attached the cord and weights to the loop on the end of the clitoris cover, then he would even try putting a ring directly into her clitoris. He let the weights hang loose just under her bottom and smiled as he watched her struggle as they pulled on her tender clitoris. Jeremy nodded and the assistants started to spank her bottom and thighs again. Mary gasped and jerked, shaking uncontrollably from the sensations of having her breasts and clitoris enlarged and her bottom and thighs spanked, as they shot throughout her tiny body, bringing on a series of orgasms. "What a lovely child," he murmured, standing to watch her better, to see how her head tossed and her eyes darted back and forth, the small weights pulling on her now sensitive clitoris painfully, as she was helped down from the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we now come to the climax of our show," Alice announced as an intriguing piece of apparatus was lifted onto the stage. This devise was called "The Horse" and had been specifically designed for girls to ride. It consisted of a wedged shaped piece of wood, resembling an inverted V and had a serrated ridge as a saddle. Alice had designed many such devices for boys as well as girls, since inheriting St Saviour's. Alice often had children that she didn't want to keep at St Saviour's and the next victim was one of these. They were either not as attractive as the others or were children that had sustained injuries from their abuse and punishments that couldn't be treated without having to wait a long time. Alice signalled that all was ready and a little girl was brought onto the stage naked and blindfolded. She struggled meekly; confused by the drugged lemonade she had been made to drink. "This is Sarah, who is twelve years old" Alice announced. "At St Saviour's, we pride ourselves that we have developed a varied curriculum of activities for the children, that are designed to stimulate both their sexual and physical abilities. One of those activities is riding, which helps tone up their thigh muscles and also builds up their stamina. Although we don't keep real horses at St Saviour's our riding mistress, Miss Sharp gives them lessons on mechanical horses, that have been specially designed for both boys and girls," Alice explained to the attentive spectators. "Sarah, have you been taught to ride?" Alice asked. "Oh yes, Miss! Sarah replied, her voice hinting of excitement. "Do you like riding the special saddles?" Alice asked, stroking the child's hair to calm her down. "Oh yes, very much, Miss! The child replied. The mechanical horses that the children are taught to ride are quite different from the apparatus that now stands in the centre of the stage. The saddles have been specially designed to stimulate their genitals against a central seam and even have sockets where dildos can be attached. Riding those saddles was always a pleasurable experience; the saddle that this unfortunate child was now going to ride would be sheer torture. "What do you like most about them, Sarah?" Alice asked. "Oh, Miss, please!" Sarah replied her face turning red with embarrassment. "Well, I'm waiting," Alice, shouted, smacking her bottom hard for a good few moments to show her annoyance. "The feeling, Miss" Sarah sobbed. "Where do you get this feeling, Sarah?" Alice smiled, turning to the spectators to gauge their enjoyment of the child's continued embarrassment. "Miss, miss please!" Sarah struggled to say, her crying getting louder. "Well, where! I'm waiting," Alice shouted, smacking both her bottom and thighs this time under the pretext of being annoyed, but really preparing her tender skin for her forthcoming torture. "Here, Miss" Sarah said, placing her hands over her little cunt to rub it hoping to get some pleasure from her ordeal. "Miss Sharp is now going to give you a very special riding lesson!" Alice told Sarah, as she turned to the audience, a huge smile on her face. "Are you ready, Sarah?" Alice said teasing her. "Oh yes, thank you, Miss!" Sarah said with smile as she continued to rub her sweet little cunt. Alice decided that she would let the child continue with her pleasure and let the spectators enjoy her lovely cunt, after all in a few minutes it would be ripped to shreds. Unable to see the horse that she was going to have to ride, but remembering the nice feelings that she always got as she rode the special saddles in the stable, Sarah brought herself to a very powerful orgasm. With the help of three or four assistants, the girl's wrists were attached to cuffs and her whole body drawn up off the floor by a system of pulleys. Weights were then attached to her ankles and her legs pulled wide apart as the special horse was pushed underneath her. As the girl hovered over the horse, she was completely unaware of the ordeal that she was about to be put through, but sensing that this was going to be different, started to panic and then scream hysterically. With some satisfaction, Alice saw the look in the spectator's eyes, as they realised that there would be no escape from her torture. Her delicate little cunt and anus would be slowly tortured by the weight of her body, as she was made to sit astride the serrated saddle. Alice signalled for the child to be lowered down, using her arm to direct the progress of her descent, waiting for the child's smooth and hairless cunt to come within inches of the saddle, only then signalling for her to be dropped. The dungeon was now alive with the sound of the child's screaming and pleading for the intense pain to stop. In only a minute of this torture, the girl had learnt to remain still. She still whimpered, but she angled her little body slightly back in the saddle, trying desperately to take the pressure off her torn cunt, only to torture her delicate little anus as she transferred her weight. All eyes were on the child now, as Miss Sedgwick turned to Alice for further instruction. Seeing that she was holding a vicious pair of pincers in her hand, Alice nodded her approval. Elizabeth smartly closed the teeth of the pincers around the child's nipples, stretching and twisting them, which forced the girl to lung forward and ride the serrated saddle uncontrollably, bringing fresh screams. This time Alice was satisfied and she ordered her assistants to remove Sarah to the display room to join the rest of the evening's tortured entertainers. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this evening's auction will take place in ten minutes, Alice announced, smiling as the guests rose from their seats, eager to inspect the waiting merchandise. "Wasn't there another girl?" Lord Holmes asked Miss Marchant. They both enjoyed watching as the children were stroked, petted and roughly pinched, the guests trying to gauge their reactions and decide which child to bid for. To the children, the ten minutes prior to the auction was a further torture. "Are yes, pretty little Sally Mildrew, she's all mine. One of the benefits of running your own orphanage," Alice said, smiling as she stepped up onto the stage to start the bidding. By dawn, these children will have been thoroughly tortured and their genitals rendered completely unusable. They will be kept for only a couple of days, then drugged and given a few shillings, before being transported far away, to sell matches on the streets of Birmingham, Liverpool and Manchester. It was not until the early hours of the next morning, that her guests finally departed St Saviour's. Wide-awake and full of pent up lust, Alice looked forward to being pleasured by her new little tart Sally Mildrew, who she knew would be waiting for her in her private quarters.

SALVATION A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped and bdsm Chapter 17, Cruel Games At the end of the first floor corridor at St Saviour's, a staircase leads to a second, but narrower corridor. Facing south, it has the benefit of sunlight illuminating the walls. Here, several paintings hang, each seemingly low for the adults, but perfectly placed for the children to gaze at them as they pass. The paintings are German in origin and depict scenes of the time when Zealots commonly tortured peasants to learn of witches and any other ungodly activities. Dressed as priests and monks they sought out mainly the young girls of the villages to torture and degrade. The paintings showed young girls shackled to stout wooden frames, pincers roughly pulling at their breasts, un-greased dildos being forced into their anuses, and their bottoms and thighs being sadistically whipped. If the children at St Saviour's thought that the routines were strict and harsh they would think it were sheer heaven after gazing at these carefully placed paintings as they passed. A single wooden door stood at the far end of the corridor, a door that looked just like all the others. Having been allowed to gaze at the paintings, the children would have prepared themselves for the worst, only to squeal with delight when they finally saw what awaited them. The two little minxes that David Smith had chosen were no different. Rosemary and Beatrice were a little nervous when Alice Marble, one of the teenage assistants, and Mr David Smith a governor arrived to take them to the playroom. David teased them as they passed the paintings, his eyes excitedly sliding over Alice's adolescent form and that of the two adorable little girls, slowly opening the door to usher them inside. The walls were painted as if they were in a glade in the middle of some magical woods, with trees towering up the walls to have leaves painted on the ceiling, and a ground of mushrooms and fallen leaves. But if you looked carefully, you'd find elves, pixies and fairies. It was fun just looking for them, but there were too many toys for them to just search for pictures. There was a dolls house much taller than they were, and a marvellous rocking horse, so big and grand, that could rock so far that it was jumping over fences all the time. Skittles, skipping ropes, balls, dolls, soldiers, boats, farm animals and a Noah's Arc full of creatures lay on the floor. There was also a little cart to pull the dolls in, and all sorts of clothes to dress them up. There were also clothes for them too, to dress like a nurse or a teacher, to become a fine lady with pearls, brooches and rings. Beatrice and Rosemary grabbed at things in wonder, and then discarded them as a new wonder appeared. They were in a treasure house and all their fears evaporated as the big man sat down on the window seat and laughed at them. "Well? What will you play with first my little darlings?" Alice asked them excitedly. They looked around them, their little faces glowing with happiness and excitement. Then Beatrice pointed to the dolls house and Rosemary grabbed one of the larger dolls with every intent to mother it. David chuckled and watched for a while. He had always loved watching his own little girls at play, especially when they made to wear their short dresses. The girls soon forgot the ladylike manners when a new toy took their fancy and sat with their thighs widely parted, their pretty little cunts and bottoms in perfect view. He'd missed seeing that almost as much as turning them over his lap whenever they were naughty to spank their bottoms, something that had been happening with increasing frequency, until his wife stopped him. A dark cloud threatened to spoil his pleasures as his wife's steel like expression sprang to mind, but then he saw Beatrice on her knees in front of the massive doll's house, leaning over to pick something up, unaware of how her dress had flared and exposed the underside of her little eight year old bottom. David admired her little bottom cheeks and imagined what they hid, and how smoothly they'd part for him, when the time was right. With his good humour restored, David slid down slightly in his seat and admired the view. "Rosemary, what are you doing?" Alice asked, distracting David from looking at Beatrice's bottom as she continued to lean into the dolls house. He looked across and saw the child had most of the doll in one hand, and a limb of the doll in the other. "It just came off," she mumbled nervously, looking beseechingly at the young woman in the hope she'd understand and forgive her. Alice took the doll and flicked its skirts up to see if it was easily repairable. A glance showed it wasn't and she sighed theatrically. "Oh dear. Broken," she proclaimed. "I didn't mean to," Rosemary mumbled. She was beginning to cry and Beatrice was looking on, chewing her lower lip nervously. There was an air of impending tension in the room that communicated directly with David's cock and made it immediately swell. "What should we do with her Mister Smith?" Alice asked, a twinkle in her eye. "We could punish her, or we could make her pay a penance," she suggested. Rosemary stopped her crying as she sensed a way out of being spanked and looked eagerly from one adult to the other. "What's a penance?" she asked. "A task that you have to do to show you're sorry for breaking the doll," David said. As much as he'd like to see both young girls turned over and their bottoms made to glow hotly from a spanking, the idea of having the child do something to herself loomed large and exciting right in front of him. "What did you have in mind Alice?" he asked, certain that she would be just as sadistic as she was inventive, admiring the uniform she wore, her short hem hiding her young cunt and bottom, but not the lovely thighs she'd developed. There was a stool nearby. Alice grinned as she picked up the stool and placed it before him. It looked like any other stool, made of beech so the seat would be more comfortable than that of oak. But then she reached under the seat and spun a handle, raising from the centre of the seat a column of wood that was carved to resemble the cock of a man; the shaft heavily veined, the head domed. David watched little Rosemary stare at it and knew he wanted to see her sit on it, her cunt or anus, he didn't really care which, just as long as he could see her stretched apart by the unforgiving wooden cock. "Remove your uniform Rosemary," Alice urged, her hand reaching for the wooden cock to fondle it as if it were real, long fingers sliding over the bulb while she gave David a knowing smile. He was erect and aching, his breath short and hot as he watched the softly crying girl slip from her clothes. Beneath them, she was as pretty as he'd hoped, clearly young, with many years to come before puberty, she had a slightly rounded little belly and a puffy pink little cunt. There was nothing to her breasts, just tiny nipples no bigger that a farthing and the colour of burnished copper. Well trained, the crying child let him look, her hands trembling at her sides while her thighs struggled not to clamp together. "Now then," Alice said, smiling brightly from where she knelt beside the stool. "Remember, you wouldn't have had to do this, if you hadn't been so clumsy and broken the doll," she told her, drawing Rosemary reluctantly towards the waiting pole. "Please," Rosemary whimpered, and David felt his cock throb with new longing. "Soon be over," Alice said, concentrating on pulling the reluctant child astride the waiting stool, then forcing the girl to open her little thighs and lower her bottom towards the upstanding wooden cock. "You'll look so lovely, sitting on this," Alice breathed, her own face flushed with excitement as she used her fingers to help part the folds of Rosemary's cunt and probe for her little clitoris. "Here we go," Alice breathed, half aware of David close in front of her, watching every detail as the sobbing girl was forced down onto the unforgiving wooden cock, her ten year old vulva forced wide by the head to expose the bright pink interior. Alice rose to push down on her shoulders and the girl screamed as her cunt was impaled. David held her quivering thighs apart the better to watch, almost breathless with desire as the child sank on the cock, sobbing and crying all the way down, until almost three inches on the wood had slid into her little body. "That's so good," David, murmured, looking at the incredible sight of the child half seated with her thighs akimbo, her little pink cunt bulging out around the wooden shaft. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed, and every sob moved her down further onto the peg forced it deep into her vagina. "She can go deeper yet," Alice claimed. Striding across to where two leather bands lay she returned to put them over the child's knees so that they pulled her lower legs up against the underside of her thighs, forcing her heels up against her bottom and making it impossible for her to support herself. Crying with new urgency, her unsupported body slid still further down the broad wooden cock, its head beginning to push her belly out. "Jesus. I've got to do something!" David panted as he watched the squealing girl slowly descend onto the cock, pushed on by her own weight. "Beatrice, come here!" Alice ordered. Staring at the sight of her friend slowly sinking on the awful wooden spike, Beatrice none the less obeyed her mistress, even more fearful of what would happen if she didn't obey, than what might happen if she did. "Let's see it then Sir," Alice prompted David. He needed no further prompting. Standing, he pulled his trousers down and swept his shirttail aside, pushing his pelvis forward to proudly present them with his swollen member, the foreskin drawn away from a glowing and tender tip, gleaming wantonly. Beatrice stared at it. Even little Rosemary, sitting erect on the wooden cock, looked at it while she wept. Alice knelt and held it up as she drew Beatrice to it, crooning to the little girl as she softly urged the child to open her mouth and lick the burning dome. "Good girl," she crooned, drawing her aside so she could take her own turn; licking the shaft of its flavour, then returning it so Beatrice could do the same. David panted and groaned. He was so near to spending, watching the girl being spit by the wooden shaft, listening to her cry while another girl, so young, was taught to lick and suck him. He sobbed with the overwhelming surge of his ejaculation and cried out as it left him, shooting it forcibly in an arc across Beatrice's, face splattering her while Alice crooned and squeezed his balls. ****** David smiled. Start a girl early enough, he often thought, and you could teach her to accept almost anything. His thoughts turned to finding many more pretty, flaxen haired little girls, just to test out his ideas. Lifted from the wooden cock, Rosemary was laid back across the carved back of the large rocking horse, her bruised and tender crotch lifted by its hindquarters, her head raised up by its neck so she could look down and see what the big man was doing to her. While Alice held her girlish thighs apart, he was pushing a stubby finger into her little cleft and watching as the flesh parted, now willingly enough since riding the wooden shaft for fifteen minutes. She was moist and red, her flesh now beautifully parted. Pulling it away again, he inhaled her young fragrance, and then licked the slick essence from his fingertip. "Mm, pretty and nice," he grinned. Little Beatrice giggled and slipped her hand down to her little cunt and rubbed herself as she waited impatiently for her turn to lie on the horse and be touched. "What about you?" David asked Beatrice who stared at what Rosemary was having done to her. "I bet your petty cunt is nice and tingly too!" he chuckled. Little Beatrice grinned and blushed, then coyly let herself be steered to where the man could look more clearly at her little slit. "Well, well!" David murmured, eyeing the pink hood that protruded from her slender lipped cunt. Blushing, she swivelling her slender young hips as she felt herself begin to grow and warm. It could swell alarmingly when touched, as she'd learnt since coming to St Saviour's where, every morning, she was encouraged to let a different person masturbate her. "I bet there's many who would love to touch you down there," Alice teased, spreading the young child's thighs further apart and watching as David's cock rose at the sight of such an extremely well developed little cunt. "It makes me feel funny," Beatrice confided, her blushes growing still brighter as the man gave up touching Rosemary and came to urge her to part her thighs even further. Her clitoris was growing now, edging out from under its fleshy hood and sending warm pleasure deep into her belly as it did so. David's breath quickened, watching it slowly extend downwards from her cunt. "You make it worse, staring at it like that," she blushed. David grinned and looked away, there would be plenty of time and opportunity later, something he had always lacked with his own daughters. "What shall we do next?" he asked Alice. "Let's give the girls a riding lesson!" she grinned. David picked Rosemary up around her waist and spun her, squealing, around the room before sitting her astride the rocking horse. With her bottom firmly on the saddle, he set the horse in motion making the young girl squeal with excitement and hug the broad neck to stop herself from falling off. "I want to play too!" Beatrice cried, jumping up and down excitedly. There was a large furry dog that stood on four wheels to one side of the room with a handle at the back so an adult could push and control it. David lifted Beatrice in the way he'd lifted Rosemary, twirling her through the air so she screamed with excitement, and then placed her astride the dog. In moments he was pushing her along, stopping occasionally to give the horse another push to keep it rocking. Both girls grinned and squealed, their faces flushed by the feeling caused by the cleverly moulded ridges in the saddles. "Is that nice?" David asked. The girls grinned and nodded, their faces looking particularly pretty as they each swivelled themselves back and forth, Rosemary in time to the rocking of her horse which David excitedly operated and Beatrice to the motion of being roughly pushed around the room by Alice. "Well, I think its time to play another game now," Alice told them. "Who wants to be first?" she asked. "Me, me!" they cried together. David laughed and looked towards Alice as she drew little Beatrice from astride the dog, choosing her purely because she was the nearer of the two, and already perfectly positioned for her game. "I have a toy here, which you should learn how to use," she explained her eyes twinkling as she looked towards David and saw he was ready for some closer handling of the young girls. "We need to take our clothes off to play," Alice told them, her hands already at her uniform. "Are they dirty games then?" David asked. "Oh no. I used to play this when I was a little girl," Alice told them, stepping from her uniform to reveal perfectly formed little breasts and a smooth vulva, tinged with excitement and completely smooth. David, in contrast, revealed himself to be covered in a fine down of dark hair. "You've got hair all over you!" Rosemary giggled. David grinned and ran his hands through his chest hair, then knelt so the girls could do the same, letting them play while he tickled and pinched them, making them jerk and squeal, leaving little red marks on their thighs, their little nipples and pert little bottoms. The contrast in their bodies could not have been any more extreme. He was a large man, his belly rounded by good eating and his limbs thick with a life of heavy labour. The hair that covered him was fine and straight but for his groin where it thickened and coarsened into a thick crop of pubic hair surrounding the dark skinned monster that stuck out from his loins. The girls, in contrast, were slender little things, each no taller than his navel when they were all standing. Slender of arm and flat of chest, their thighs and bellies held the fat of young children giving their bottoms that cherubic look seen on early Italian paintings. From between their legs curved the puffy lips of children's vulva, in Beatrice's case, parted by the finger thick shaft and protective hood of her clitoris. "What we going to play then?" Beatrice asked, her excitement making her quickly rub her tingling flesh, then blush because he smiled at her. "A special game with soldiers!" Alice told her, stooping down to line the little wooden figures up in a row. "You have to sit in front of me," she told them. "Not like that," she said as Beatrice went to sit on her ankles, her knees coyly pressed together. "Cross legged," she told them, nodding when Rosemary did it correctly. Beatrice obeyed and blushed hotly as she let the others look at her cunt, at how her thing had grown again, sticking up like a little baby's finger. Just thinking of the big man touching it made her breathless. "How do we play then?" she asked. "We each get a soldier," Alice told them, making it up as she went along but clear as to where the game would lead. She held one up and stroked it, grinning as she noticed how David's breath had quickened as he watched her stroke the wood to feel how smooth the carpenter had made it. Were it not for the figure painted on it, it would have looked like a four-inch long cylinder of smooth maple just over half an inch in diameter, rounded and slightly tapered at one end. Beatrice picked one up and looked at its painted face. "I'm going to call mine John," she told them. "Then what?" Rosemary asked, choosing her own. "We have to hide it in our bodies so we can smuggle them out of the room," Alice told them, whispering it quietly and looking about her as if someone might overhear them, making them giggle for a few moments. Beatrice tried hiding hers under her arm. David laughed and shook his head. Rosemary looked at hers and compared its size with the thing still sticking up from the stool. She was sure it would fit without a problem, except she was too sore to want to do it. She then considered the nozzles in the bathroom, the ones that Matron pushed into their bottoms each morning to ensure they were clean and Godly. The soldier may have been slightly larger, but it wasn't so long, so perhaps that made a difference? "Shall we do Mister David first?" Alice asked with a teasing grin. The girls squealed with excitement, Beatrice once again rubbing her open cleft as she bounced up and down in eagerness. So David rose onto his knees and half turned so they would be able to see. Then reached behind him with the soldier, blindly searching for his anus in the depth of his bottom crease. "He can't find his bum hole!" Beatrice confided to Rosemary in a stage whisper. "We should help him!" Rosemary giggled, glancing at the big man and their mistress to watch their reaction. "Oh yes! Would you?" he asked them eagerly. With a fit of excited giggles, the two girls rushed round to kneel on either side of his hairy bottom and soon he felt warm little fingers begin to tug his cheeks apart. Looking back over his shoulders he could see their excited faces as they stared at his bottom. Alice took the toy soldier from him and pried his bottom further apart, his anus stretched in front of them. David's breath quickened in anticipation, his anus relaxing as he willed himself to accept the wooden plug into his bottom. He felt the cold press of the plug and groaned, his mind full of the children who whispered between each other and conspired to assault him. The pressure against his anus built with an agonising slowness as the children pushed the toy. Alice whispered instructions to them, whilst scraping her nails behind his scrotum, making his cock jerk. Then, suddenly, it was in, sliding into him and making him pant as he felt the cold plug drive deeper into his colon. His cock ached, standing painfully erect as he straightened, the whole toy inside his bottom, a heavy hardness within him that made his cock swell still further. He turned to face them and grinned, watching them lick their pretty little lips and stare at his cock, their blushes telling him they knew their turn would come. "Your turn Rosemary," Alice told her. "You'll stop if it hurts too much, won't you?" she asked, timidly giving up the little soldier she held. "Of course," David grinned. And yet it would be so much nicer if she wept. Then he could cuddle her and touch her genitals, perhaps feel the toy inside her bottom and move it about in her. "Want to help?" Alice asked Beatrice. Beatrice grinned, the flush to her face giving her an added beauty while the quick darts her fingers made to the bulbous apex of her little cunt only served to heighten his excitement. Rosemary reluctantly bent over for them, twisting her head round to watch, pale faced, as Beatrice, Alice and the governor shuffled up behind her. There was hardly any need to pull her cheeks apart; her bottom had already parted for them. Yet there was an added level of excitement in doing so, in pulling until the little pink star was drawn apart and the smooth inner flange of her sphincter was exposed, quivering with nervousness. "We could always use the other hole," David suggested, his thumbs having drawn the pink and moist opening to her cunt apart. Despite her age and smallness, her recent bout on the stool had opened her little treasure and made it possible for them to peer into her pink love shaft. The delicacy and youth of it caused his excitement to blossom all over again and his cock wept with eagerness as he thought of settling the her on his cock, stretching her cunt with his hardness, swelling up into her belly and pumping her full of seed. "Are you going to put it in her pussy, Daddy?" Beatrice asked, blushing as she used the familiar term of address. David licked his lips and shook his head, his attention returning to Rosemary's bottom and her pink and innocent looking anus. His mind made up, he nodded to Alice who had the toy and pulled more firmly with his thumbs. With a giggle, Alice lifted the head of the toy for David to moisten with his tongue, and then pressed it against her. "Help her push it in," he urged Beatrice. She grinned and put the base of her palm to it, then pushed. Rosemary gasped, staring back wide eyed and tense. The look on her face excited him, building as he watched her clear excitement as she and Alice pressed the object harder into her bottom. It broached her and she squealed then panted, a look of disbelief on her face as it slid smoothly past her flatly stretched anal eye. "Perfect," David breathed, watching her little anal ring close over the soldier's feet. His finger pressed it deeper, and then let it be hidden. "Good girl," he told her, drawing her to him for a cuddle and helping her dry her eyes before asking gently if she wanted to help him with Beatrice. She nodded, glancing slyly at the girl, clearly wanting her revenge. He grinned and nodded. Easing Rosemary from him, delighting in the feel of her skin against his raging hard-on, his attentions turned to the other sweet child. "Come on Beatrice," he urged, reaching out to draw her nearer. Alice scuffled forward to help, an infectious grin on her face as she pushed the child down onto her back, then lifted her little thighs over her chest and parted them until her cunt and anus were on open display. David had seldom seen anything so erotic as a pert teenager holding an eight year old so she was fully exposed to him. The large clitoris standing from between Beatrice's pink vulva only accentuated it. "Do you want to drive it in dry, or would you prefer to moisten her first?" Alice asked her skin flushed with excitement. There was a thrill to bending down to press his open mouth to the moist star revealed by her spread bottom. His cock ached longingly as he licked and probed, making her pant as his tongue breeched her sphincter and probed within. "Can I push it in," Rosemary asked as he lifted his head. "Go on," he urged, his thumbs pulling at the pink sphincter, holding the child apart. Rosemary giggled, her good nature returned with the excitement of being able to do to her friend what she had done to her. Bright eyed, she placed the head of the soldier against her bottom, then pushed, her expression set as she forced Beatrice's anus to stretch inward and part. Beatrice whimpered, then struggled to escape as her bottom refused to stretch enough. Alice gripped more tightly and David did the same, panting loudly as Beatrice began to squeal and struggle, her expression begging them to let her loose. Still Rosemary pushed, a sadistic gleam in her eye as she revelled in forcing the toy into the other's girl's anus. David added a hand and together, the soldier sunk into Beatrice's bottom while the girl cried hysterically, ebbing as her torn anal ring was allowed to close over the end of it, sealing it within her, imprisoning it within her bowels. Alice helped her stand, then urged both children to parade in front of them, walking about naked, the toy soldiers in their bottoms like a heavy turd yet to be expelled. She laughed at the way they walked while David just stared, his mind conjuring up all the things he'd love to do to these two little girls, all the filthy, harsh things that would give him so much pleasure. Alice saw his state and put her hand around him, pulling him up until he stood again, his raging erection standing out in front of him. "Come here Rosemary," she said, choosing the girl more likely to obey having already been punished by her. "Come play with daddy's cock," she grinned, holding him out to her whilst he pictured her with his seed dribbling down that cute little face. The child stared at it with a hanging mouth, her body frozen and unresponsive as Alice wagged his cock up and down in front of her young face. For moments more, both children were immobile, shock, surprise and startlement all flowing over their features. Then, timidly, Rosemary did as she was told and reached out for the angry looking column of flesh sticking out in front of him. His hand reached out to hers and guided it about his shaft, curling the fingers and thumb so that she half held it. Then her other hand, wrapping around the other side to complete the ring and encase just a little bit in the moist warmth of her palms. "Good girl. Now, gently pull on it," Alice urged excitedly. Gulping, the little girl obeyed, pulling back on what loose flesh their was and mewing softly when the eye on the end winked open at her, exposing the bright pink skin within. "Oh yes, that's the way," he urged, his breath quickening with every additional second the child at his knees kept timidly tugging at his cock. "Like it, don't you," he breathed, watching her expression as she worked his skin back and forth. He looked across to Beatrice and saw her watching too, possibly unaware of the little hand she'd brought to the apex of her cunt to gently finger the tender flesh and make excitement race up her little belly. "Yes, two hot little tarts," he grinned. "Kiss the tip child. Let daddy see you kiss the tip," he urged, a drop of pre-come having appeared at the eye. Rosemary licked her dry lips, then looked up at the man as she brought her lips to his thing, kissing it and smearing her lips with his stuff and not minding because it didn't taste that bad and he patted her head afterwards. She concentrated on stroking and pulling on the large cock until a drop of fluid appeared at the tip, then dipped her head to lick it off, savouring it for a moment before dipping her head for a longer lick of the hot ruby head, even sucking it as she'd seen the older girls do to the boys each morning. David groaned and lovingly patted her head again, and she smiled with a feeling of achievement and pride. "Come down here Beatrice. Don't you want to do what Rosemary is doing?" Alice urged. The young child looked, and shook her head, her face showing her nervousness as she dared disagree with one of her mistresses. "Beatrice?" Alice said again, her voice hardening with the threat of punishment if she didn't agree. She still aching from the insertion of the toy still in her bottom, Beatrice looked at what Rosemary was doing and sobbed. She shook her head, knowing she could never do the same; to put the thing he peed from into her mouth. Weeping in fright, she turned and ran to the door, crying out in stark horror as she found it locked, her one route of escape blocked off. "Right then," Alice said. Alice marched over to the child and started to spank her bottom hard, delighting David as the little mouth around his cock, brought him off for the second time that day. Pulling the squealing, terrified girl from the door, Alice vowed to give him one more spurting, and elected to use the Rocking Chair as the means to do it. Alice drew the innocuous looking rocking chair from beside the window and placed it in the centre of the room. She glowed as she worked, her naked body shining with the fine film of sweat that had formed upon her. To the basic chair, formed by flat sheets of wood nailed together, she added a back plate that would bow the body forward and place the child's bottom towards the front edge of the seat. Beatrice cowed in one corner and shook as she watched Alice draw curved iron spikes from under the seat and arrange them on the arms and legs of the chair. David watched with interest, Rosemary on his lap softly panting as he idly ran his finger up and down her young cunt, gently pressing on her urethra, her vagina, anus and clitoris, each location bringing a different reaction from the confused young girl. Her scent, her little gasps and startled groans had brought him half erect again and now, watching Alice drag the squealing and reluctant Beatrice over to the chair, his erection was once again complete. He discarded Rosemary to walk over to the Rocking chair and watched with a mixture of excitement and interest as Alice pushed Beatrice into the chair, then quickly turned the curved iron spikes so that, having put an arm on the rest, to move it would cause Beatrice to impale it upon the terrible looking point. While the girl was still staring in horror at the threat hanging over her arms, Alice knelt and pulled the girls legs out, drawing them beyond the chair's leg, to then turn another of the iron spikes so, had she tried closing her legs, it would have driven into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. With both thighs being drawn beyond the fringes of the chairs front legs, Beatrice found herself widely stretched apart, the tendons standing out from her inner thighs and her flesh having pulled her cunt apart. From the pink and open valley stood her clitoris, a tender bulb of flesh standing above her clenched urethra while, lower, her little vagina lay nervously sealed. Grinning at the look on David's face, Alice went off and returned with a stand used in one of the toys. Unscrewing the wooden ball at the top, she replaced it with one of the wooden soldiers, fitting it perfectly into the waiting grove so the thing wouldn't move. She set the chair to rocking and stopped it when she knew where best to place the stand. David groaned his eyes widening as he understood that, with every rock forward, the girl would be forced onto the wooden toy and if she held herself correctly, it would enter her delicious little cunt. If it missed because she'd moved, it would hit another part of her sex, no doubt hurting her, but hurting her much more than if it had entered her. Absolutely the worst pain would come if it struck her oversized clitoris. The little eight year old knew this too and wept, sobbing how sorry she was and begging for another chance. David was almost tempted to forgive her; just to have that tear soaked face forced down onto his bloated cock. David groaned, looking at the little girl so perfectly presented to him. And yet Alice hadn't finished. A leather strap appeared from over the back of the chair and Alice fastened it to Beatrice's neck, pulling the girl's face and upper body back so her torso was stretched and bowed by the back-plate she was pressed to. Beatrice began to weep more fiercely as she realised that, with her head held back, she wouldn't be able to see the wooden phallus coming up to meet her, nor judge whether she needed to move or not to evade the pain of it hitting her. "Do you want her gagged?" Alice asked. "They can get very noisy," she confessed with a grin. Beatrice begged loudly for another chance, anything but what they intended for her. The idea of putting spikes around her limbs to keep her in place was far more exciting than bindings. It allowed her to squirm, but also brought swift jerks when she moved too far, and left lovely little red marks as a lesson. Rosemary crouched in a corner sucking her thumb; glad it wasn't her on the chair. Moist and warm, her fingers invaded herself, and then rubbed the slippery wetness from around her cunt. Squatting, she could feel the toy still in her bottom and let her finger feel how her anus bulged outward, half wanting to expel it. For the first time in her short life she pushed her own finger past her anal sphincter and used it to push the toy deeper into her bowls, analysing the feeling of its movement and squeezing her legs together as she found that she liked it. In the middle of the room, Alice smiled down to the pleading, begging girl and began pushing on the chair to let it rock back and forth. David watched the young child's crotch swing forward, hover above the toy, and then slide away. The backward rock lowered Beatrice's head and lifted her crotch, then she swung forward again, pushed on by Alice, and she squealed in terror, her eyes wide as she expected the toy to strike her. It didn't, her rocking just stopping short of her open cunt. "Jesus!" David gasped. She had come so close. Alice laughed. "Here," she told him, passing him a rope that would let him govern how much the rocking chair would rock. He pulled as the chair reached its furthest backward motion and the chair responded, racing back, its momentum once more placing her just above the toy soldier where she quivered in anticipation, fresh red marks on her inner thighs as she struggled against the urge to clamp her thighs together. No longer needed to push the chair, Alice went to a cupboard and recovered a soft strap. It was a long handle of slender wood into which a flat piece of soft leather had been attached, about three inches broad by five or six inches long. Standing behind the chair, where Beatrice would see her as the chair rocked backwards, Alice could wield it to have the leather strike her full on her tender cunt bringing further agony to the poor child. David pulled and waited with bated breath as the Rocking chair sped forward, the girl held open in its embrace. She looked a darling, held with her legs wide apart, her raw little cunt agape, her whole young body held expectant while her face mirrored her terror, gleaming with her tears. Her body met the upstanding toy and, just missing her little cunt, slid along her slit to thrust up under her clitoris, impacting it and pushing it upwards. She screamed, her scream prolonged by the bite of the spikes into her thighs. And as the Chair rocked backwards, Alice was there to bring her strap down, her eyes gleaming as she aimed for the curved apex of the child's vulva where the dark pink hood stood. Hardly recovering her breath, Beatrice screamed and convulsed, blood appearing on her thighs as the spikes tore into her moving thighs. The Rocking Chair moved forward again, dropping her cunt onto the toy so it pressed into her, taking her breath before presenting her to the strap again. Overwhelmed by the sight, David had forgotten to use the rope to keep the chair rocking. He'd been staring at the weeping child, aroused by her anguish, by the shaking of her slight and young form held open by the spikes. Her crotch was bright from having been assaulted by the toy and strap and her clitoris seemed to have swollen, standing out from her like a bright pink beacon. His adoration had left her to settle and recover. She half thought it was over half hoped he'd take her on his knee as he had done to Rosemary after her bout with the stool. She'd gladly take him into her mouth, gladly sucking and licking, even if he'd freshly peed. She looked at him with new hope, and felt all the more terrified and lost when, his face glowing with such love, he jerked on the rope to set it once more into motion. Beatrice wailed in anguish and the Rocking Chair gained momentum, rocking back and forth with ever-greater arcs, bringing her closer and closer to impalement. But before it did, it rocked back enough for Alice to slap her with the strap. Alice aimed it to flick between her far flung thighs, and that it did, the sharp pain bringing a new scream from the child and a new wave of tears pouring from her eyes. With the pain of it still making her squirm, she came upon the up-thrust soldier, her tender sex pushing down onto it causing her another painful moment. David didn't stop this time, but watched Alice bring her clever strap down between Beatrice's open labia before then pulling on the rope to bring her swinging quickly forward, rushing to the inevitable. She looked a picture, wide eyed and crying, the knowledge of what was about to occur written in her expression. Her defenceless crotch swung down onto the toy and the stand seemed to bow as she took the impact full on her slit, above her cunt and practically on her tiny urethra. Once again her scream rent the air, shrill and short to be followed by her loud attempts to suck much needed air into her little lungs for further screaming. Her otherwise pale thighs were now dotted with puncture wounds and angry scrapes as she continually forgot about the spikes and tried closing her legs against the impending impact of the toy soldier. Swinging upwards, Alice was ready with her strap and used it so the wood would land soundly on her pubis and the leather would whip around to slap her cunt mouth. David watched it's landing, his cock jumping with the jerk of the child as the strap further reddened her already tenderised sex. The skin glowed; giving her little cunt a completely new beauty and that, together with her sobbing cries, aroused him more than anything had ever done before. He pulled on the rope and panted, watching her rock forward, watching her expression as she steeled herself for further impact. On this occasion though, the toy cleanly entered her little cunt, bringing a cry of surprise as much as pain as her eight year old accepted two inches of little wooden soldier. Again and again, David tugged the rope and the child, still tense from having had her sex slapped, rocked forward to further abuse, most times suffering the hard strike of the wooden soldier's head somewhere on her cunt. Each time only served to heighten his excitement and so when, after a particularly hard strike aimed directly on the swollen head of her clitoris, little Beatrice lost control of herself and let her pee spurt out of her, David was ready. Splattered with her hot urine, he rushed forward to grab the chair and turn it so her little raw cunt was presented to him. He jabbed to enter her and, missing, caused another spurt of pee to jump out and strike his loins. Sobbing with excitement he jabbed again, once more making her cry out with his missed thrust. Then Alice was there, holding his staff down, leaning close to watch him thrust yet once again, this time to have his cock head swallowed by her little cunt. "Oh God!" He gasped, his eyes widening as he felt himself clenched in her tight hot cunt. With her squealing accompanying him, David thrust again, pushing his way into a little cunt that, at most, had only had the little soldier defile it. "That's it. Get it in there!" Alice panted, standing so she could deliver a fierce hand slap to the man's hairy buttocks. He jerked inwards and she delivered another, her chest gleaming with her perspiration. "Christ in Heaven!" David roared. The tight little vice about him was causing him an agony of pain and delight. The sharp slaps to his rump invaded him with heat and, one more jerk inwards and the vault of his orgasm opened and he was lost in his almost painful ejaculation, the intensity making him weep as his cock erupted and his balls tensed in an effort to drain themselves. From her corner, Rosemary pushed her legs together, the sight in front of her thrilling her, but not as much as the wonderful pain sweeping up her loins, flooding her with pleasure as she pinched and pulled on her clitoris. Tomorrow, she vowed, she'd go to Doctor Stevens and ask him to make her little pleasure button as large as her friend's.

SALVATION A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, voy, humil, bdsm and torture Chapter 26, Painful Lessons Miss Hilda Ashton sat at her desk reviewing the newcomer's reports, the most recent being that of Emily Ashby. She remembered Emily from the special lesson that she gave her during her interview, a warning if nothing else, but nevertheless an opportunity to enjoy her lovely charms. From Emily's report, Miss Ashton was able to see that she had settled in well and was becoming an able and studious pupil, but secretly she hoped that the child would rebel. Several soundproofed rooms had been built in the basement to correct rebel pupils. As Miss Ashton worked, Sir Brian Melbourne one of the Academy's more regular patrons sat on the sofa reading the Financial Times. He was modestly rich but without the social connections that would make his clandestine visits difficult. "Would you like some more coffee Sir Brian," Miss Ashton enquired. Looking up from his paper he smiled, "No thank you, I have everything I need until the lesson begins," he told her. Glancing up at the clock she nodded, "Please go and make yourself comfortable in the viewing room," she said retuning his smile. "Would you like some assistance?" she asked politely. "Yes, that would be most welcome," he replied. Ringing the bell on her desk as he left the office Miss Ashton then returned to her paperwork, until a soft knock interrupted her train of thought. A young girl poked her head around the door, a smile on her face and Miss Ashton told her to enter. Rebecca Allcot, just sixteen was one of Miss Ashton's favourite pupils. "Is there anything I can do for you Miss?" she asked hopefully with a teasing grin on her face. "You are a terror, and I feel sorry for the world at large when we have to release you," Miss Ashton said. "But Miss, I don't plan to leave yet," the girl told her, kneeling at her mistress's feet and waiting, a look of timid eagerness starting to show in her pretty features. "Then you will need to become more dominant," Miss Ashton, told her, giving in to the sheepish eyes and lifting her long dress. "I will," Rebecca promised, her breath quickening as her mistress uncovered her slender thighs. She allowed her eyes to travel along her mistress's slender thighs, to where her crotch was naked. "Now, be quick girl! Sir Brian is awaiting assistance," Miss Ashton murmured, spreading her thighs and realising she was wet and hungry for the girl to service her. Rebecca groaned deep in her throat and kissed the smooth warm skin of her mistress's inner thighs. Her nose flared with the familiar scent of arousal whilst her mistress leant back and relaxed, a sigh coming from her as she licked, marvelling at how smooth and tasty it was. Miss Ashton spread her thighs further apart, pushing her bottom to the very edge of the seat and feeling the cool air unfurl across her vulva. Then Rebecca's mouth was there, pressing down delightfully upon her, probing and sucking. Rebecca stopped for a moment, to inhale the fragrance. She loved the aroma, as it had so much more body and maturity than the girls she often shared her bed with, and the cunt itself, she could gaze at forever if she was allowed. Hairless like her pupils, yet distinctly adult with dark pink inner labia protruding the outer, ready to unfurl as they were now, like a rare orchid poised to tempt the pollinating birds into its mouth. Looking up at her mistress's face, she extended her tongue and ran it upwards from her anus, up to the thick hood and beyond it where she could lick her smooth pubis as she panted for breath. Rebecca stroked her again with her tongue, each slide pushing deeper into her mistress's cunt, urging it further and further apart until it gaped with pleasure, a thick, lovely juice trickling slowly from the pulsing mouth. She stabbed her tongue in and drew the juice from her, savouring it and grinning while her mistress sobbed and reached down to further open herself. Pressing her mouth and fluttered her tongue, stabbing and fluttering, sucking and licking, keeping her hands away while she turned her head slightly to allow her nose to rub on her mistress's clitoris. Pleasure forced Miss Ashton to lift her crotch and hold it suspended in the air while Rebecca continued to lick her. Head flung back for a long gasp, she pulled at her labia, quivering as the pain joined the pleasure in exciting her. "Yes! Now, now, now!" she begged. Rebecca knowingly looked along her mistress's body as she applied her open mouth to the sweet tasting cunt in front of her. Once again she stabbed her tongue inwards, happily letting her tongue press on the bulbous clitoris. "Oh God!" Miss Ashton gasped, her eyes widening as she came. Her hands went to the girl at her knees, holding her head against her as her pelvis rose and fell with the flow of her climax. Gripping and pulling the child's eagerly working mouth, she drew it down to where she needed it, where it continued to create new surges of pleasure until, sated, she pushed her away and sighed. "Now, go and find some assistance for Sir Brian," she breathed as she idly stroked herself in a moment of indulgence. "Yes Miss," Rebecca grinned. With the flavour of her Miss Ashton's cunt still on her lips she left the office. Rebecca knew all the girl's at Avondale, and would easily be able to find a suitable little tart to assist the patron. ****** Sir Brian opened a door marked "Viewing Room" and quietly walked down four steep steps into a narrow and dimly lit corridor. Several chairs had been placed facing the long wall, and spy holes at eye level when sitting had been cut out of the brick. On the other side of these spy holes was a large brightly lit room, which was surrounded by wall mirrors. To the majority of pupils, the grills along the main wall were of little interest as they struggled to cope with their lessons. However, a few did know about them having also assisted the patrons on the other side, but they knew that they would be severely punished if they told anyone. Suddenly there was a commotion and several girls entered the room followed by Miss Marshall who clapped her hands, and Sir Brian sat forward in his chair in excited anticipation. "Now Girl's! Undress, warm up and stretch," she shouted, pointing to the long wooden beam that had been placed parallel with and close to the main wall. Fifteen girls, aged from nine to fourteen, scampered to do as they were told, holding onto the long beam with one hand while they bent, squatted, stretched and twisted. Suddenly, the door to the viewing room opened and a pretty little girl stood there, short but slender, her brown hair tied back in a familiar manner. Sir Brian hadn't met her before, but he could see a likeness to his daughter, a similarity in her face, colouring and her little body. "Come here!" he breathed, his attention now drawn between the little girl who obediently approached him, and the naked girl's just a few feet away on the other side of the spy hole. "All right, now really stretch," called the teacher. The little girl was now at his side, her eyes large and round as she too looked at what was happening through the spy hole. "Quickly, Undress! Sir Brian told her sternly. He groaned as the girl undressed, revealing her blossoming breasts, a smooth hairless cunt and a delightfully round little bottom. "What's your name sweetheart?" he asked gruffly. "Molly, Sir" she replied timidly. "How old are you, Molly?" Sir Brian asked excitedly. "Twelve, Sir" Molly answered nervously. Reaching for her, he roughly dragged her to him and stroked her fair skin and glossy brown hair, imagining she was his own daughter. "Really stretch!" Miss Marshall called. "Here," Sir Brian panted, quickly releasing himself. The girl took his large cock and stroked it, her mouth hanging open as she mechanically did as she'd been taught. "That's my precious little girl, my princess," he panted. The girl licked her lips and slid her mouth over his cock, her eyes turned up for signs of pleasure as she cautiously licked the strong flavour from his flesh. Sir Brian groaned again and panted, imagining she was is daughter doing the same task. "That's the way Molly," he murmured. Molly's young and timid lips slid lower and he panted as her tongue slid over the tender flesh of his cock. His attention now sliding between Molly's assistance and the routine taking place through the spy hole as the girl's exposed their bodies, stretching and twisting from one position to another, being educated to think nothing of performing naked. "Over the chair! Over the chair," he told Molly hurriedly, his hands at his belt, opening it to let his breeches fall around his ankles. There was no one there to see how stupid he looked, shuffling towards the naked child who'd so obligingly laid herself over the chair with her feet and hands bracing her body for her taking. The girls in the next room obeyed, their little cunts drawn apart by the stretching of their thighs. His attention wandered from the puffy pink cunt of a nine year old to the more curved but less pronounced labia of a girl of thirteen, then down to Molly's own delicious little cunt. He slowly eased her apart then sank into her hotness, stopping an inch in to feel her slowly stretch while she panted. "No, no Juliet," Miss Marshall told her. Sir Brian watched as Miss Marshall helped Juliet to stretch, her long fingers knowingly touching, stroking and caressing her intimately. "You are not trying, child!" he heard Miss Marshall tell her. His hands now slid over Molly's bottom, parting the cheeks before he looked down to admire how sweet and virginal her rosette looked. His cock was now half buried in her cunt where she slowly accommodating him. "Good girl. You love your daddy's cock, don't you?" he panted. He pushed inwards, bringing a gasp from the girl, then eased a little out just to push that much harder back in again. She gasped again, her little hands shuffling on the floor to keep her steady as the man's cock spread her much further than any of the boys previously had. "Daddy," she whimpered, using the term she'd been told to always use when with men. "Right! Its the punishment room then," Sir Brian heard Miss Marshall tell a tearful Juliet. Sir Brian groaned as Molly's little cunt tightened about him, trying to expel him, trying to squeeze him out. He shoved more harshly into her tight little cunt and drove back and forth quickening his pace until his climax erupted tensing all his muscles. ****** Miss Ashton made her way down the grand staircase towards the back of the building. Pupils curtsied politely as she passed, heads bowed as they had been taught. Descended more stairs into the basement she reached the open door of the punishment room and entered, smiling at her two associates, Miss Marshall and Rebecca Allcot. Naked and waiting her fate was pretty thirteen year old Juliet, who's large brown eyes looked nervously from one adult to the other whilst the tip of a little tongue darted across slender lips. "No improvement then, I take it?" Miss Ashton asked. "None at all," Miss Marshall agreed. "It's quite obviously in her mind, as there's no physical reason why she shouldn't be able to stretch and limber up like all her fellow pupils," Miss Marshall argued. "Has she been punished?" Miss Ashton asked, going to the child and stroking her hair. "Yes Miss, a dozen with the martinet." Rebecca told her. "Did it hurt?" Miss Ashton asked the child. Juliet nodded, and at a nod from Miss Marshall, turned and bent over, her hands sliding round to part her bottom so they could admire the deft way in which the little whip had repeatedly landed on her anus, making it violently red and exceedingly sore. "And now your front! Juliet," Miss Ashton instructed. Without any hesitation, Juliet turned shuffling her feet apart and pushed herself lower so her tender cunt would be on show. "And she still doesn't co-operate," Miss Ashton marvelled, admiring her slender vulva that had been whipped until it had turned as richly pink as her interior flesh. Some strokes of the martinet had grazed her inner thighs, scorching the skin. "Well, I agree, she does need to be forcibly stretched," Miss Ashton said. Miss Marshall and Rebecca ignored Juliet's crying as they drew out the restraining chair from the corner and removed the arms. "Come on Juliet. Be brave," Miss Ashton urged. Miss Ashton breathed in, calming herself as pretty little Juliet sat down apprehensively in the chair. Straps were put around her body to hold her in place, and then her wrists were tied down so she couldn't interfere. In Miss Ashton's mind there was nothing more exciting than to watch a child make their own way to be punished, except perhaps to see them come to her afterwards and thank her, rubbing their tender, bruised, and often cut skin and kneel in front of her begging her forgiveness. If Juliet looked wild eyed before, she looked terrified now as they took hold of her legs and placed them in rigid leather tubes to stop her from bending them, then placed her ankles in harnesses that were attached by ropes to pulleys over and behind her head. When the rope was pulled, her legs would be pulled up and apart by her ankles and, with her legs unable to bend, she would be stretched forcibly apart. "Continue," Miss Ashton instructed. Miss Marshall and Rebecca drew on the ropes, watching the girl's legs rise outwards to ensure their pull was in unison. Juliet, wide eyed and frightened, gasped as she felt her straightened legs being drawn up and outward. Wide-eyed and open mouthed, she stared at the harnesses pulling at her ankles and then at the adults causing it. "Please don't, you're hurting me," Juliet said, beginning to cry, as her legs were being drawn a little bit further to her sides. Miss Ashton, watching the process, grinning at the little girl as she went forward to kneel in front of her, her hands caressing her smooth and delicate skin. "Don't worry, I can reduce the pain," she told the whimpering girl. Caressing her pubis, her eyes darting from her nervous expression to closely examine her little cunt for signs of any pubic hair. It was a rule at Avondale that all pubic hair must be removed. A few blond hairs, almost hidden against Juliet's fair skin, were now starting to darken, their fine points beginning to bridge the seam of her young and precious cunt. Removing a pair of tweezers from her pocket, Miss Ashton gripped a single hair and pulled it out. Her eyes large and round, Juliet jerked as if she had been stung and stared at her mistress, her breath quickening in anxiety as the tweezers hovered over her cunt in anticipation of finding another. Juliet squealed as she found more, her attention now diverted from the slow pull on her legs by her tormentors. With her slender young legs pulled to either side, her tender cunt was draw apart, exposing her clitoris hood. Her clitoris was smooth and tender, and below it, the tiny mouth of her urethra tensed as it felt itself being gazed upon. Below it, her cunt mouth gaped, taught to do that by the many fingers and tongues of her newly found friends at Avondale. With no more hairs to pluck, Miss Ashton returned the tweezers to her pocket and withdrew a feather and tickled her clitoris. The reaction was immediate, the girl's pelvis arched up into her bonds, held there while she gasped and stared down at what was happening. The widening of her legs seemed forgotten as the tip excited new sensations within her. Juliet's legs were drawn close to parallel now, and the tendons of her thighs stood out starkly, pulling her vulva into a pout, her cunt a moist little hole for all to admire. The feather's tip was applied to another part of skin bordering her slit, and again Juliet gasped and jerked, then panted in an effort to recover, her eyes wide on her mistress while her legs were drawn completely apart and held there. "You need relaxing," Miss Ashton murmured to Juliet, smiling as she caressed the child's tender skin. Juliet arched once more, straining with the pleasure soaring into her. The ache of her spread legs was forgotten as she tried pushing her little cunt more firmly to the stroking fingers, urging them to give her more pleasure. Her mistress chuckled knowingly, refusing her the pressure Juliet needed and the girl whimpered in her need. Miss Marshall and Rebecca stood to either side, their faces flushed with pleasure as they watched Miss Ashton tease the little cunt held open by her stretched legs. They both licked their lips as Miss Ashton stroked the surrounding flesh, travelling over each plump little labium, gently scoring it with her fingernails while watching it begin to gape. Her fingers then slid inwards again, sliding round the now swollen bulb of her little clitoris where it stood proudly from her spread sex, then back to rub her urethra before dipping into her pouting little cunt. With Juliet's cunt looking like raw meat, it was that flushed, Miss Ashton deftly eased a finger into the little cunt and quickly moved it back and forth, chuckling as it brought the girl to a screeching orgasm, hot wetness pouring around her finger. "There. Let that be a lesson, Juliet," she smiled; watching as the delightful child quickly recovered her senses. ****** It was with much delight that Miss Ashton heard about little Wilma Brown from Sophie Jenkins. When Sophie invited Wilma to her bedroom, she blushed. However, her blushes didn't come as any surprise, as she knew from experience that Wilma could not have understood her Sapphic intentions, unless she was also had lesbian tendencies. The dormitory where Wilma Brown slept had small cubicles surrounded by an eight-foot high partition, each cubicle only just large enough for a bed, a chair and a cabinet. However, in contrast, Sophie Jenkins and Rebecca Allcot who were Miss Ashton's favourite tarts both shared a room. By trading little tarts with Rebecca, Sophie had been able to arrange some privacy for little Wilma's visit, which she now eagerly awaited. She didn't have to wait long, for moments after Rebecca had left, a timid knock on the door signalled Wilma's arrival and she popped her head around the door, stepping in with a smile. Sophie drew the blanket back to reveal her naked body. At sixteen she was slender and tall, her breasts were small but firm, and her smooth pubis proudly rose from between her long slender legs. As she saw the young girl's eyes slide down her body, Sophie slid her legs wider apart, welcoming the young eyes on her cunt and licking her lips as she felt the excitement, that Wilma's scrutiny brought her. More importantly, here was a girl who she knew was definitely not a virgin and certainly no stranger to lesbian sex. "You've made love to other girl's?" Sophie ventured, a hand sliding down to ease a finger to either side of her rising clitoris, drawing the firm flesh back to open herself to the girl's attention. Wilma nodded, he face burning with her blushes. "Show me," she grinned, her legs bending for her knees to arch out, drawing her open and available to the young girl. Still burning hotly, Wilma hurried forward to lower her mouth to the smooth cunt of the older girl, running her tongue along the vulva's join, the velvet smoothness of the labia a pleasant surprise to her. She licked her with the aim of dampening the cunt she was licking, in this case unnecessary; as Sophie had grown wet enough for impalement the moment Wilma had looked directly on her. Wilma licked the thick sweet wetness of Sophie's cunt, savouring the sweeter flavour before swallowing and continuing to lick again. "Oh yes, that's nice," Sophie panted, loving the lapping action. Wilma said nothing, but soon the tip of her tongue was wriggling into her slit, helping to draw her labia apart and unfurl her tender sex. "Yes, yes!" Sophie softly gasped; trying to remember when she'd last had such a knowing tongue. Little fingers joined in, parting and holding her apart, letting the tongue surge in and out of her weeping cunt. Now and then it stopped to rush upwards, flicking the tip of her clitoris in a way that made Sophie gasp with delight and lift herself from the bed. "Yes, yes. I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" she panted, rising towards the steep precipice of her pleasure. Wilma had heard those sounds many times before, and felt the tension in Sophie's thighs and the swivelling of the ripe fruit that she was licking. She knowingly extended two of her fingers and, as she raised her mouth to concentrate on her clitoris, drove her fingers deep into her cunt. Sophie keened, her long body bowed upwards as the pleasure surged through her. Her hands rushed to Wilma's head and held her tightly to her, holding her as she jerked on the tongue, holding her until she couldn't stand the sharp pleasure any longer and she had to push the girl away before collapsing, spent, upon her bed. "That was lovely," Sophie sighed wishing all her orgasms were that torrid. "Shall I go now?" Wilma asked. Sophie laughed. "Of course not," she chided the child. "Undress," she ordered before turning and shuffling back to make room in the bed for little Wilma. A little confused, a little embarrassed, Wilma slid from her clothes, blushing prettily as she stood and let Sophie enjoy her young, hardly yet pubescent body. At eleven, her breasts were just cones tipped with the tenderest of pink nipples, and her little cunt still held some of the thickness of girlhood, any pubic hairs that would have proved the on coming of her adolescence, removed. She blushed hotly as she felt eyes on the tiny little cones of her breasts, self consciously bowing her shoulders before Sophie's eyes slid down to her little cunt. "Come on, open your legs wider," Sophie urged. Her face now aflame, Wilma parted her legs and felt a rush of heat sweep over her as Sophie gasped. She'd seen herself often enough in the mirror to know what Sophie was now seeing; the flat labia that hardly served to obscure the long shaft of her clitoris. "How lovely!" Sophie gasped. Wilma shook and licked her lips. "Do you really think so?" she asked. "Oh yes. Come here!" Sophie urged. Sophie watched Wilma come shyly forward, then lie down, the young girl shy and tense, her nervousness showing on her face. She stroked her and the girl settled, licking her lips and slowly settling as Sophie's fingers continued to softly caress her breasts, then her belly and her loins, purposefully detouring from her smooth pubis while the girl's skin slowly coloured with rising excitement. Her hands stilled so she could lean over and begin gently kissing the young girl. Her lips brushed a half puckered nipple and she covered it to suck harshly on it, smiling inside as she made Wilma gasp and rise against her lips. She slid to the other and did the same, beginning softly until the child had all but relaxed, then sucking harshly once more, making her gasp and jump while the nipple itself swelled with blood to become ultra sensitive. Sophie worked down Wilma's body, while her lips and tongue savoured the smooth flesh, until; finally, she came to her delicious little cunt. Wilma's perfume already rose from the seemingly half formed gash created by her slight nether lips. Her clitoris, enshrouded by the long hood, stood out, the skin below incredibly pink, moist and tender. Sophie admired it; comparing it to the many young cunt's she'd seen since coming to Avondale and, although different to most, placed it high on her list of loveliness. Her head dipped and her eyes turned up to look at the young girl's face as her tongue darted out to lick the swollen nub. Wilma gasped and began to shake, her breath quickening as she waited anxiously for the second touch. It came, producing the same intense sensations shooting like darts into her belly and she cried out and jerked, coming to orgasm painfully. Sophie watched and grinned. "Please don't tell anyone. You won't will you?" Wilma begged. "Of course not," Sophie told her, kissing her and wondering how best to let Miss Ashton know of this wonderful little tart. "Right, again!" she breathed; pushing Wilma down towards her arching cunt and the little tart complied. ****** Jeremy Brown was a stout man in his late forties and had been very successful in business. He had married late and Wilma was his only child. His wife had left him and run off to America with a much younger man and he found himself being attracted to Wilma and her little friends so enrolling her at Avondale was the ideal solution to his problem. So it came as a real surprise when he received a letter from Miss Ashton, inviting him to visit the Academy. It was a worried and flustered man who walked behind Sophie that day as he visited the school. He was shown to the Headmistresses office where the elegant lady rose and came from behind her desk to offer her hand. She was pleased that Sophie had brought Wilma to her attention and from the intelligence she had been able to gather her father shared her passion for children. "I'm sorry to drag you away from your work Mr Brown," she told him. "I hope it is nothing serious," he said, licking his lips nervously. "I just need to clarify the reason you enrolled Wilma at Avondale," Miss Ashton told him bluntly, watching his reaction with interest. "I am sorry, I am not sure what you mean," Jeremy said. "Well, some fathers enrol their daughters to be taught deportment, manners and obedience through our regime of strict discipline," she told him. "However, there are some fathers who send their daughters to Avondale in order to remove them from their temptation," she continued, noting the flicker in his eyes. "I am still not sure why I'm here," he said, worried that Miss Ashton had discovered his passion for children. "Mr Brown, our school is not all it appears to be," Miss Ashton told him soothingly. "We don't advertise the other side of our curriculum, any more than you would your passion. However, to those who we learn have similar interests, we open our arms and accept them as patrons." "I don't know what you're talking about," Jeremy told her candidly. "Perhaps a little demonstration would make it clearer," Miss Ashton offered, already prepared for this eventuality. She rang the bell on her desk, then waited, smiling pleasantly to her guest. Less than a minute passed before there was a knock on the door and four pupils entered, followed by Rebecca Allsop. Jeremy watched, enthralled, as the four children, all seemingly at a different age, the youngest a tall and lean nine year old while the eldest seemed to be a willowy blond fourteen year old, two boys and two girls, began to slowly undress. Rebecca clapped her hands to gain their attention and the children now naked turned to face the two seated adults. Jeremy couldn't help but stare, licking his lips and wishing he'd seen Wilma naked like this before he enrolled her. Miss Ashton smiled as she looked at the shocked look on Mr Brown's face. "I don't understand," he managed. Miss Ashton nodded to Rebecca, and she called for a boy and girl to step forward. They did so, and somewhat over eagerly, the girl then crouched down to take the boy's cock in her mouth, her legs remaining apart so as to not obscure the view of her little cunt. Drawing his cock awake, she slid her lips along it, letting the adults see how erect he had become. Jeremy gasped, his heart hammering. Gulping and blushing, he tried to cover his own erection, which got even harder as he saw Miss Ashton smile knowingly at him. With the young boy now erect, an older girl stepped forward and, as the younger one returned to her place, lifted a leg to rest her calf on the boy's shoulder. Jeremy stared wide-eyed at the two of them as her supple body allowed her to push her cunt down onto his cock. The boy grinned and pushed himself fully into her and the two began to fuck, each panting hotly as the slender cock drove in and out of her slippery cunt that now gleamed with her slick wetness. Fuck wasn't the word, Jeremy decided, watching the naked children in front of him, who were both so clearly on the edge of puberty. Rebecca clapped her hands and the pair parted, doing so with fluid grace to then turn and bend, kneel and lean forward. They moved in symmetry, the girl turning her back on the boy to turn and bend, her legs and back absolutely straight as she pushed her bottom out. He moved with a lean masculine grace, sliding down to his knees to then, with hands on his thighs, push his upper body forward. Their movements coincided and he brought his mouth to her pudenda. Jeremy spellbound, watched and gasped as the boy's tongue extended and fluttered between the shapely lips of the girl's vulva. Now the other two came forward, the boy to stand with his arms behind him, offering the bent girl his already stiff cock. Her pursed lips allowed his cock to slide in, and then her upper body was rocking up and down on the gleaming stork, one moment only the very tip held by her lips, the next the full length of him submerged in her mouth and throat. The youngest girl slid herself between the kneeling boy's legs and spread her own legs, allowing the standing boy to ease his right foot between her legs and begin fondling her with his big toe. She held the upstanding cock in front of her and to one side as she sucked his balls into her mouth, each one in turn. "Do you need of some relief?" Miss Ashton goaded her guest, her eyes darting down to what looked to be a painful erection in his breeches. Jeremy gulped, unsure what to say as the depravity continued right in front of him. Miss Ashton nodded and Rebecca smiled as she undressed, thrusting her breasts out with an unnecessary wriggle. Miss Ashton grinned as Jeremy ogled the slender teenager who was so eagerly stripping off before him, spreading her legs and squeezing her ripe young breasts while the four pupils continued the special performance they had been taught, all working together to arrive at their pleasures together. Smiling she reached for his breeches. Her well-practiced fingers easily undid his belt from under the hang of his overweight belly, and then drew his breeches apart to extract his stout, and quite thick, uncircumcised cock. Rebecca grinned as she straddled the man's broad lap and settled upon his cock. She groaned delightedly as the thick cock pulled her open, stretching her lovingly, more than the boys at the Academy would have ever done. Purring delightedly, she sank all the way down, then used her muscles to clench him within her, pulling at him deeper. Jeremy gasped and stared at the lovely creature sitting on his lap, his cock embedded in her tight little cunt. A few feet in front of him girls were holding young cocks at their faces and letting the seed splatter across their bodies. It was all too much and, with a sob of anguish, he felt himself come. ****** Within the hour, Miss Ashton had persuaded Mr Brown to accompany her to one of the viewing rooms in the basement. In the brightly lit room, the other side of the spy hole the only piece of furniture Jeremy could see was a wooden beam that had been padded with rough material along its surface. "They won't be able to see us," Miss Ashton assured him just as the door to the other room opened. A stern looking woman ushered Wilma Brown into the room, her little head timidly lowered. Jeremy gasped, as he saw his daughter and two older girls enter the room before the door was closed and locked. "What?" Jeremy mumbled confused as to what was going to happen, and yet unable to concentrate as his eyes devoured his daughter. "I am tired of having to repeat myself, Miss Brown. You have received a number of warnings and I can see no improvement," The teacher told her. "I do try. I do!" Wilma said, defending herself in a subdued voice. "Do not interrupt me!" the teacher said indignantly. Mr Brown licked his lips and shuffled forward eagerly to see what was going to happen. "You are going to be punished, and I hope this teaches you a lesson young lady!" the teacher told her. "Remove your uniform," she spat. "We've had to exaggerate her waywardness in order to provide you with this demonstration of what we offer parents," Miss Ashton murmured, watching the man stare intently as his daughter undressed. "You arrange this for other parents?" he breathed, studying Wilma's nakedness and wishing he had taken a greater interest in her while she'd been at home. He could have pretended to need to investigate her health, could have pretended to need to check on her development. As a last resource, he could have used the same demanding tone that the teacher now used to get her to grovel naked at her feet. He could have just demanded that she undress, like she was now, his eyes sliding towards the two other girls as they lowered the padded beam and fastened it into position. "Up you get," the teacher told Wilma sharply. The assistants helped her, arranging her so she laid along the beam with her bottom perched over the end nearest the spy hole. Her legs were bent up under her, much like those of a jockey riding a horse, but with the result of leaving her bottom widely parted and her little cunt fully exposed to those watching. Finally her arms were drawn forward and then fastened to cords that held her stretched along the beam. "Oh, you'll cry soon enough," the teacher told Wilma as she began to softly weep. She lifted a solid looking rattan cane and tested it in her hands, bending it right round to show how supple it was, then whistling it through the air, aware that the child's father was now just the other side of wall. The teacher took up her position at the foot of the beam and tapped the young girl's bottom with the cane. Wilma wept loudly, feeling the cold rod slide along her bottom, parallel with her short, half parted anal crease. She lifted the cane high, bringing it down quickly so the girl would have little time to prepare, then stood aside to let those beyond the spy hole enjoy her exposed charm's as she struggled in her agony. A bright line appeared close to her bottom crease, swelling upwards as Wilma continued to cry. The teacher lifted the rattan cane again, and brought it down sharply upon Wilma's little bottom smiling as the girl screeched, and then bounced up and down on the beam. Like many pupils before her, Wilma had learnt how best to absorb the terrible pain of the cane was to thrust her young cunt against the rough padding, trying to offset the burning agony in her bottom with the sharp delight it brought her cunt. The third stroke landed directly between her bottom cheeks, just as she had lifted herself off the beam. Jeremy sobbed excitedly as he saw his daughter squirm with fresh pain, her contortions bringing her little anus into view now, reddened from the last strike of the cane. Screaming, Wilma frantically rubbed herself against the padding, her breath growing short with her efforts. To those watching, her slender young form looked delightful, more so because of her position; her legs bent outward under her, fully exposing her genitals. "Would you like one of my girls to provide you relief?" Miss Ashton asked Jeremy, watching his reactions intently. "Unbelievable!" Jeremy gasped. The teacher now put aside the cane to pick up a slender belt, which she doubled over in her fist, pressing it into Wilma's little cunt. Unblinking, his breath held, Jeremy watched the belt rise, then come down in a short sharp arch that scored the tender flesh between her legs. Wilma screamed afresh, once more jerking and squirming, madly trying to relieve herself of the pain while held in he bonds. Her cunt brightened with her struggling, burning brightly and yet gleaming with wetness. The belt came down once more, scoring her tender flesh and brightening it still further, making her screech, squirm and frantically push her pelvis into the padding beam below her. A little girl of twelve came into the viewing room and knelt before Jeremy. She was blond and blue eyed, exactly the way he liked them. As the belt landed yet again between Wilma's legs sending her into fresh paroxysm, the girl released his cock and held it outward for her mouth to cover the tip. Pleasure and excitement soared in the old man, yet his eyes never drifted from the sight of his daughter, legs spread, grinding her tenderised vulva down onto the padded beam whilst crying loudly. "Have you learnt your lesson yet?" her teacher asked. "Yes Miss!" Wilma sobbed, nodding her head frantically. The teacher put the belt aside and picked up two long feathers. As the girl in his lap began sliding her lips along his cock, licking and sucking on him, the teacher was sliding the feathers over Wilma's tenderised flesh, the tip of one probing her little anus while the other stroked her reddened labia and sawed softly along the edge of her swollen clitoris hood. Wilma arched as she came, a sweet cry breaking through as she was brought on and satisfied. With the image of his daughter spending on the two artfully positioned feathers, Jeremy arched, his head thrown back as the girl tightened her lips around his cock, and drank his seed. "You are most welcome to experience these things again, whenever you wish, for a small fee of course," Miss Ashton said, watching intently as he came back down to earth.

SALVATION A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, bdsm and Femdom Chapter 13, New Recruits Molly took a great pride in her new role as one of Miss Marchant's recruits and had been allowed to shed her sailor uniform for a tight leather costume, lovingly made by the seamstress. Alice had remembered how Molly had handled the domination of young Martin and decided to give her more power and encourage the sadistic side of her nature. Now, another boy preceded her, his head continually turning to look at her, a bulge in his shorts from the revealing leather costume she wore. Molly enjoyed seeing his pain, as she enjoyed thinking of what was planned for him and it made her tingle with excitement. At her mistress's room they stopped and Molly led the boy in, smiling at him as he looked around, his eyes invariable straying to the large imposing bed. A four-poster, the uprights were stout posts from which metal rings and straps hung. The wood was stained and scrapped, sure signs of their constant use. "Come here," Molly said, going to the bed and pulling down the straps to which she'd bind his wrists. The boy licked his lips and hesitated, his head beginning to shake from side to side. Molly was on him before he could do anything. Despite the boy being as tall as and much heavier than her, she lashed out with the back of her hand, following it with her knee, then finally kicking him as he fell over. "Never refuse me boy! You understand?" she asked fiercely, standing over him with a foot ready to press down on his balls. Wide eyed the boy looked up and nodded, his left cheek blooming with the colour of her hand strike. "Now get over to the bed before I call the staff to come and thrash you!" she told him, blood now racing through her veins. With a worried look, the boy stood and hurried across to where the straps hung, holding his wrists together over his head so Molly could climb onto the foot of the bed and more comfortably tie his wrists together. Once done, she fell back onto the bed and looked at the boy while inhaling her mistress's perfume. Molly laughed. She liked teasing boys almost as much as she liked fucking girls with the harness Miss Marchant often let her wear. "Do you know why you're here?" she asked him. She sat up and crawled across to him, reaching out to begin undoing his shirt. "What are you doing?" "She wants you naked," Molly explained. Molly licked her lips, suddenly breathless as she remembered her mistress holding her close and whispering her instructions, her perfume, her breath, her hands holding her tightly. Molly spread the shirt to uncover a lean torso, his ribcage made stark by his raised arms. With a pull she ripped the arms of the shirt, then let it fall away while she rose from the bed to walk behind him. She would have liked to play with him more. She'd seen Lady Jessica and her father as they played with the girls, teasing them into thinking they'd be adopted, they'd be given lovely clothes, a room all of their own, parties to go to, balls to attend. The woman would weave a web of fantasy around their chosen child, even as they slowly stripped the girl. And then their torture was exquisite, lovingly applied and delicately delivered, building slowly, horrendously, to consummate savagery. Even their fucking was savagely delivered, often astride her father, her face twisted in a mask of effort as she pounded her body up and down on her father's cock. The boy stepped hesitantly from his shorts, panting as he watched Molly examine his cock and balls. She slid her fingers across his abdomen, liking the feel of the flesh where his pubic hair had been pulled, out one hair at a time. There was a way of pulling out each hair that would make the owner jerk upwards. Then again, there was a way of pulling hairs slowly from the vulva so as to draw one lip from the other and bare the rich vibrant flesh between them. She reached behind him to pull the cheeks of his bottom apart with her thumbs, knowing she'd find his anus similarly plucked. He groaned and shook, chewing his lips as she examined him. "Why?" he asked. "Why here, or why nude?" Molly countered. She let go of his flesh and sauntered over to the special cupboard, sliding her fingers from draw to draw as she wondered how to start. And yet, there was really no choice; such a tight little bottom, lean waist and feminine back required a whip with soft leather straps as a starting point. She drew it out and inhaled the mixed scents on the leather handle. It had been wedged up her cunt and no telling how many others. Always cleaned afterwards, there still remained a musk that Molly found very arousing. "What is that?" the boy asked nervously. Molly didn't answer, but concentrated on standing in the right position, flexing her arm and loosening her shoulder. "Please Miss. Please don't," he begged. Molly inhaled, loving his futile begging. It wasn't often she was allowed to punish others, but when she was, she made them beg her first, just to hear them. She stroked his back with the leather strands, loving the black against the pale skin, the flexing of his shoulder blades and the panting of his breath. Then her arm came back, elbow high, her other hand holding the many leather strands of the whip tips. A pull, a release and the whip swung in a tight ark that ended across his back. The boy arched and gasped, his eyes wide and his nose flared. Molly struck again, moving her aim to new flesh, decorating his back with the strike of leather bands before moving down to his bottom and thighs, kneeling when she had to, just to ensure that she didn't miss anything. The strikes weren't hard; Molly wasn't a large or powerful girl, but the number of strokes added up and soon brought colour and tenderness to his back, bottom and thighs. His gasps had now turned to cries, his begging to whimpers and sobs but Molly continued her whipping, seeking out areas of his skin not yet as red as the rest. When his back was red enough, she crawled onto the bed and grinned at him as she began whipping his chest. She loved the look on his face as he tried not to cry. She slowly moved her strikes downward and then finally whipped his cock and balls, bringing a new desperation to his face. His crying was like a baby's, full and uncontrolled. His squeals were like a girl's, high pitched and sharp. Molly loved them, feeling it go right through her. Abandoning the whip she got a crop out of the draw. It was light and flexible, one that had been specially made for Miss Marchant. Molly knew from her own bitter experience how it could cause immediate lancing pain, then a welt that would remain for hours afterwards. If the tip were used, just the three-corded strands landing, then the sharp pain would lance deep leaving the thinnest of red lines. Alice was very experienced in its use, especially on sensitive genitals. Molly stood to one side of the weeping boy, rather than behind him and brought the crop slicing down onto his back. His squeals were magical to Molly and she jammed the handle of the crop firmly against herself, loving the pain it brought. The tight fitting leather suit she wore allowed her that freedom and she revelled in it. Then his body called out to her for more and with new vitality, she wielded the crop across his back once more. The crop brought fierce red lines across his flesh, lovely welts she would have loved to stop and trace, yet she had a job to do, and one that had to be finished by the time her mistress returned. So she continued whipping the crop down upon his body, decorating his bottom with bright red lines before moving to prepare his front. "No, please don't," the boy wept as he saw what she intended. Molly inhaled, listening to him sob and beg before she then brought the crop down across his chest, shaking as he screamed, then sobbing his heart out. A stroke across his nipples brought a fresh screech from him and a fresh flow of tears from his eyes. Already excited, a new buzz swam through her as she concentrated on lowering her strikes, each one growing nearer and nearer his flaccid cock. Blubbering and weeping, the boy begged her not too. Wetting herself with excitement, Molly pushed a hand between her legs and flicked the tip of the crop across his cock, grinning as, despite himself, the sensation caused him to begin to swell and lift. "You filthy boy!" she spat, giving his stirring cock another flick of the crop. He jerked and squealed. She flicked it again, and then again, the force growing each time, her free hand working on her leather clad crotch while his cock swelled and stiffened, her crop bringing red lines along its shaft. Seeing the contrast, Molly aimed to place the red stripes closer to each other, licking her lips as she noticed how her strikes were also causing his flesh to swell giving his cock a whole new profile. When satisfied with that, she then concentrated on making the tip glow. If his jerks caused her to miss, she took it out on him by swinging the crop savagely across his bottom, then, when his body was jerked forward, swiftly down on the base of his cock. The door opened and Molly stepped back, her face glowing from the effort she'd put into creating the whimpering wretch who hung limply from his wrists between the bedposts. Miss Marchant moved in, tall and calm, her eyes scrutinizing the two of them; the boy whose body was pink and sore from his neck to his knees, then overlaid with multiple welts from the crop, the girl whose face glowed and whose body was indecently exposed by the tight leather bodysuit she wore. Her attention returned to the boy and she approached him to run her fingers down his body, her nails leaving long trailing lines while he sobbed afresh. None the less, his cock rose as her hand approached it, as if begging for attention. "You've done well Molly." Alice remarked. It was said offhandedly, yet Molly glowed with pride. "Blindfold him," she demanded, and while Molly promptly obeyed, Alice stepped away to remove her gown, then her tight corset. Alice was now naked, caressing her full and proud breasts, pinching her nipples as she considered her alternatives. "All right then, take your clothes off and bring him over to me." she told the eager child. Molly squealed with her excitement and quickly tore at her tight suit, knowing the seams would part if pulled hard enough. Then, dripping with excitement, she put a collar around the boy's neck and untied him. Alice stood waiting for them in front of a mat she'd unrolled. The base of the mat had been coated in a rubber that had been moulded into a series of spikes and ridges that would make it uncomfortable for anyone to lie on it, while not quite ever breaking the skin. Blindfolded, the boy was unaware of the new torment he faced, and yet, still sobbing from the pain rising from his tenderised body, he struggled weakly in his mistress's hands as they turned him before laying him down. Once laid out, the spiked mat made him scream and flay and the ladies had their work cut out, grabbing flaying arms and legs before being able to jump astride him. It was part of the excitement and prepared them for the pleasures to come. Alice chose his face and, once full astride his body, pushed her crotch down onto his nose and mouth, squirming with delight as he screamed and wept into her sex. Meanwhile, right in front of her, thirteen year old Molly was pulling on his flaccid cock, bringing it to life again while she waited astride his thighs, her cunt showing every sign of her excitement. As soon as he was hard enough, Molly rose to place her cunt above his cock, then thrust down to impale herself on him, her well trained cunt lips opening to let him in, then closing to capture him in her tight hot grip. She crooned with delight and began moving on him while Alice did the same, the older lady panting as she pushed her cunt hard into his mouth. Alice felt him trying to breathe and took hold of his tortured nipples to squeeze and pull on them, delighted when his body bucked. She sat down more heavily on him, ensuring he couldn't breathe, and watched little Molly bounce up and down on his handsome cock. His feet hammered the floor in his last attempt to gain breath, and then he slumped. Molly and Alice sensed it together and came, their bodies collapsing against each other as their orgasms swept through them. Only then did Alice move aside and let the unconscious boy breathe again, his face gleaming with the residue of her orgasm. Molly lay upon him and licked his face, giggling when he groaned because her added weight pushed him more firmly into the spiked mat that he lay on. "Leave him," Alice told her. She was strapping her favourite harness into place, the leather dildo sticking out from her a full eight inches long. "Bend over the bed," Alice ordered Molly. Still tender from her recent orgasm, Molly felt the cold leather of the dildo enter her and groaned. Her mistress's hands were around her waist, holding her still while the thing continued pushing inwards, on and on, longer than a male, until the tip pushed up against her cervix and pushed it inwards. She squealed and gripped the sheets, panting hotly as the long dildo began to move back and forth, a long slide that Alice liked so much. She loved watching the length of stuffed leather being drawn from a young girl's cunt and then pushed back in under the base of the child's bottom. She loved powering it with her loins, like a man would do but with more awareness of what the child would feel. Hence she went slowly with Molly, but not too slowly. She kept pace with Molly's excitement, keeping it on the very edge of becoming painful, keeping it so she would soon loose all her senses but those rising from her cunt. The girl looked absorbed by it, her eyes wide and fearful, yet her skin flushed with excitement. Her hands had gathered some of the bed sheets to her face, inhaling Miss Marchant's scent as the leather dildo thrust with ever more speed and power into the depths of the girl's young body. Molly squealed and shook at each thrust into her womb, yet the pain was an elixir and the long slide nearly out of her cunt before being powered back in again, was pure hot pleasure, melting her more and more with each successive thrust. Then her anus was being opened, Alice's thumb broaching her and then pulling her. She screamed her pleasure, coming twice as her mistress continued thrusting in and out of her, until she herself was at last satisfied. The boy had woken and had crawled from the mat. He looked dazed and unaware of his surroundings as Alice approached him, still wearing the dildo; the black leather cock now gleaming with the juices Molly had spilt upon it. "Ready for more I see," Alice chuckled. She brought the upright stand forward, the end moulded like a cock, the carving coated with a layer of rubber to make it just a little more flexible. It stood about table height and was often used by Alice as a gag, bending the girl or boy over and pushing it into their mouths before looping a restraint over their heads. Now though, she pulled the boy to his feet and with no preliminaries, angled the stand over to press its end against the lad's fundaments. As the boy struggled, weeping and begging for forgiveness, Molly quickly rose to help. She gripped his cock and balls and squeezed, then swallowed his open mouthed squeal with a kiss, wrapping her other arm around him as she felt him stiffen with the impalement of the moulded cock. Another few moments and the stand was standing erect again, the boy on his toes, painfully straight, the pole deep in his bottom. Alice gave Molly a martinet and took a long length of leather for herself, almost immediately wielding it across the boy's midriff to hear him scream and watch him jerk with the pain. Taking up her station across from her mistress, Molly wielded the martinet across his back, and the two women began to slowly walk round him, lashing out at each quarter, one immediately after the other while all the boy could do was shake on the pole driven deep into his bottom. By the time Alice called a halt, his skin was livid with score marks, raised welts and the burnished glow of multiple strikes from the two whips. Together, Molly and her mistress eased the sobbing boy from the stand and in one fluid motion, had him bent over the trestle for his final taking. The dildo, dried now with Molly's spilt juices, was held to stop it bending as Alice began pushing it into his bowels. Much thicker and longer than the stand, it brought a fresh groan from the boy, one that grew into breathless pants of nervousness as it threatened to tear him in two. Yet, Doctor Stevens had examined him and passed him fit, therefore Alice was safe to use him as she wished. As she'd done with Molly earlier, she held the boy around his waist and watched with a keen pleasure as the dildo she wielded with her loins slid in and out of his stretched anus, pulling and pushing the tight sphincter back and forth in a most pleasurable way. Molly stood astride his back and held the tight spheres of his bottom apart, the better to admire the way the black leather slid in and out of him. As her mistress began to pant with the onset of yet another orgasm, Molly pressed her own little cunt to the boy's beaten back, giggling as she peed over him. Jeremy Worthington shook and panted, nerves and excitement battling over each other as he waited in a small room just off the landing of the first floor. Alice Marchant had listened with interest as he'd explained, or tried to, his deepest longing. Always willing to please a patron, Miss Marchant had arranged for Miss Greta Foulds to recruit a suitable child for his entertainment. Now he waited, the cold of the room making his cock shrink. The door opened and his old governess walked in. Well, not his exactly. His parents had hired her for his younger brother and sister, but she had quickly brought him to heel. Jeremy stood, his hands automatically uncovering his privates in the way she had always demanded. Miss Foulds smiled and stepped to one side letting a little girl, perhaps as young as nine, step past her into the room. Jeremy groaned, struggling with himself as the girl calmly looked at his cock and the dark wiry pubic hair that grew around the base, so dark in contrast to his pale, sickly looking flesh. "Mr Worthington, how nice to see you," Greta said. Jeremy had proved to be so malleable. It had been a delight to take the teenager in hand, have him fawning at her feet and helping her educate his much younger brother and twin sisters. It had often proved such a joy to Miss Foulds, to have Jeremy act like a dog, crawling about the playroom and making his sisters squeal as he put his head under their frilly dresses, to sniff at their pretty little cunts. "Miss," he swallowed. Despite his nervousness, the sight of the child was making his cock harden. She continued to stare at it, watching it erect and climb vertically upwards. "This is Petal," Miss Foulds told him stroking the girl's hair. It was long and flaxen, reminding him of his twin sisters Joanna and Victoria. His breath shortened as he thought of his sisters as they were, before they grew up so spiteful and vengeful. "Is she? Can I? I mean, is she here to let me?" he panted. "Well, of course Mr Worthington. Patrons can do anything, can't they Petal?" Greta chuckled. The young girl nodded and eyed his large cock again, licking her lips as she thought of mounting it, of having it slide into her little belly where it would make her belly button poke out. "Go and stand on the chair Petal, so we can look at you properly," Miss Foulds urged. She did so, taking off her little slippers first, then turning to face them, her hands held away from her so her frilly dress would stand out as it should. Like a boy seeing his dream come true, Jeremy crept to stand before her, licking his lips as he now smelt her too, that lovely mix of soap, talc and lilac water. His cock throbbed with new urgency, and its new hardness made him groan, his eyes threatening to pop out from his head as Miss Foulds calmly turned up the front of the child's dress. "You like frilly petticoats, don't you Jeremy?" Greta teased. Lifting them one at a time with her arm to hold them up. Then it was a slow lift, one that bared her legs first, her young thighs wrapped prettily in soft woollen stockings, pink ribbon weaved through their hem to help hold them up. "Push forward Petal," Greta softly urged. Petal smiled and pushed her pelvis forward, watching the young man as he stared at her crotch. She was proud of her crotch, and the deep cleft between. Men had loved watching her spread her legs apart so her deep slit would open. She could hide her whole middle finger in her slit and for a farthing, she'd let others do it too. "Would you like to see the rest of her?" Greta asked with an arched eyebrow. Jeremy's cock gave a twitch, then his head nodded, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, no doubt remembering his childhood games. The licking at his sisters privates, the burrowing of his tongue into their bottoms, listening to their giggles as their Governess sat on his face until he felt he'd die for the need to breathe. Petal turned and bent forward, pushing her bottom out the way she'd been taught but still blushing as her petticoats were tossed up and a knowing hand caressed her bottom cheeks and fondled her little cunt. "She'll be tight," Greta warned, hardly needing to spread the young girl's tight little bottom to let him see the dark tiny ring of her anus. "Has she been? I mean, is she still?" Jeremy panted. "Touched is all Jeremy, just played with, nothing more. You'll be the first up there," Greta murmured. Her finger knocked on the knot and it clenched and then opened, the daily enema routines having tutored her into unconsciously relaxing herself as soon as the tender spot was touched. Jeremy watched the tip of Greta's finger dip into the child's little anus and groaned with the memories that came flooding back; the times he'd been forced to watch, not touch himself, move or speak while his sisters were made to play on the large bed as they were being trained by Miss Foulds. The times they'd taken turns sitting on his face, smothering him with their young, firm lipped cunts before he'd been allowed to push his tongue into their cute little bottoms. "She'll need preparing Jeremy. She'll need moistening, inside and out," Greta told him, her smile telling him she too remembered those good old days. "Kneel on the chair Petal, with your bottom right out please," Greta urged. Miss Foulds helped Petal into position, her smooth lipped cunt poking out so lovingly from between her thighs, while up in the air her cute bottom had parted and the crinkled rosebud of her bottom hole waited for Jeremy to prepare it. With a sob that spoke of the years he'd waited, Jeremy pressed his opened mouth between her bottom cheeks and pressed his lips around the little anus. He looked up, falling into the habits Miss Fould's had taught him and groaned into Petal's anus as he saw Greta smiling her encouragement. His tongue sought her opening and wriggled within, his cock lurching as he heard her groan and push her bottom back towards him. The girl was so like one of his sisters, he could almost imagine himself back then, the children giggling at the naughty things Miss Foulds made them do. The little girl's anus unclenched and he drove his tongue in, a roaring in his ears as he licked her anal chute, moistened it with saliva and spat into it as it flared apart. "That's enough now Jeremy. Let's have a look at you." Greta called, tapping his head. The young man rose, licking his lips and panting. His cock still stood out from him, bobbing with his excited pulse as, looking down, he saw the child's anus waiting for him. Greta took his cock around the base and pulled upon it, dragging Jeremy forward as she'd often done in his younger days. Today, he came without argument or silly noises, just panting with his rising excitement as she drew him nearer Petal's waiting bottom. "She looks just like Victoria, doesn't she?" Greta teased. She rubbed his cock along the child's short anal cleft and drew it down to her sphincter, lodging it against her hollow and holding it there. "Push Jeremy," she whispered urgently. With a long groan, Jeremy did as he was ordered, his eyes wide on the child's bent form as, slowly, the ruby head of his cock pushed her anal ring inwards and apart. "Don't move!" Greta spat, slapping Petal's thighs. Frozen by her mistress's voice, Petal squealed instead, shaking like a leaf as something hot and hard stretched her achingly apart, much, much further than the nozzles that were used for her daily enemas. With a gasp Jeremy was through, an inch of cock past the tight ring of the nine year olds tight little bottom. A firm press and he sank deeper, the sob from the child only making him want to do it again. "Wait," Greta told him. She wrapped her fingers more firmly around the base of his cock and watched as the constraint forced his cock to begin to swell. Petal could feel it too and whimpered, skewered so prettily on his large shaft of manhood. "Now!" she told him. Jeremy knew that command and gritted his teeth to press fully into the girl's bottom. He gripped her haunches as she tried evading him, squealing manically as he drove himself deep into her colon. She was no longer some unknown child brought to him just for this deed. She was his little sister, the one who'd grown up to become such a bitch. She was nine all over again, this time submitting totally to him, giving him the one thing she'd always denied him. He heard her crying and moved harder back and forth in her clammy behind. He watched his cock slide in and out, looking huge next to the smallness of her bottom and thighs. He thrust with his whole body, panting and shaking with the effort and thrust exceptionally hard, exceptionally deep, as he felt himself erupt. Petal shook and wailed, her eyes wide and sightlessly staring as she felt the hot throbbing thing lance her bottom, jerking deep in her belly while her anus stung from where she'd been torn apart. Realising the importance of public support Alice Marchant had invited like-minded individuals to form a league of friends, with the purpose of raising funds and elevating the orphanage's public status. To her delight Alice had managed to persuade both Doctor Samuel Croft and Judge John Blackstone, two eminent individuals to join them and give credibility to the committee. Doctor Samuel Croft, the owner of a nursing home in Gilspur Street, specialised in sadistically correcting the masturbation habits of children from wealthy families. Judge John Blackstone held assizes throughout the Home Counties for juveniles where he often found them guilty for the most minor of crimes, sentencing them to harsh public corporal punishments, private abuse and tortures. Meeting once a month they were joined by the governors, patrons and staff to discuss and plan future events. Much of the capital needed to fund St Saviour's was raised from these events and the influence of these two individuals was enough to persuade the authorities to turn a blind eye to all the clandestine activity. During the last few months, so many children had been cruelly abused and tortured that it had become necessary to dispatch most of them to far away towns and cities. Alice felt no pity for these children and hurriedly arranged to purchase new stock to replace them from another private establishment. Lord Holmes's carriage travelled slowly, swaying from side to side and up and down along the pot-holed road that led to its destination Birchwood Grange, whilst inside the three weary travellers kept their own council. Occasionally one would offer a small flask to the other two and despite one of them being a lady, they would all take a sip of the hot liquor straight from the flask. Outside the inclement weather had turned for the worse and snow flurries had begun to fall again. "Do we really have to do this?" Doctor Stevens asked yet again, a handkerchief in his hand as he prepared once more to sneeze. "You know the answer to that," Alice told him, her hands covered by a fox fur muffler. There was another around her feet but she could no longer feel it's presence. "It won't take long Doctor Stevens." Lord Holmes assured him. "Alice and I will do the initial interview, then you will ensure that the children are all fit before we pay for them." Richard explained. "Can we at least stay for a hot meal," Jeremy begged. "We won't be offered one," Alice told him in a bleak voice. "Is that it?" Lord Holmes asked, as he peered out of the carriage at a tall gothic like building appearing through the snow flurries. Alice glanced at it and nodded. "Now remember, show no compassion and only chose those children who are able to stand severe punishment. I want to be able to abuse them in the harshest of ways!" "Welcome to Birchwood Grange," said a burly servant who was waiting for them at the entrance. They were led through an austere interior that was only slightly warmer than outside and then upstairs to a dormitory that held ten wooden beds, the mattresses thin and worn, and the sheets little better. Before each bed stood a child, boys on one side and girls on the other. The matron turned and smiled without humour towards Miss Marchant. "As you requested," she told her, a touch of pride in her manner. Alice nodded and began to walk down the two rows of boys and girls, with Richard following while Jeremy waited, holding his medical bag in front of him. As Alice passed down the lines of children, she looked at their stature, the quality of their skin and for any sign of their physical development. Occasionally she stopped only to roughly turn a child around and bare their bottom, looking for the scars of any recent punishment. At the far end she stopped abruptly and turned to face the children. "You and you," she said, pointing to two of the younger girls whose breasts had not yet started to develop. "You two can leave," she told them. The children shuffled out, a look of deep disappointment on their faces, neither of them aware of what they had missed. Eight children were left and she glanced at each of them again, gauging their mood and their eagerness to escape the confines of that abysmal place. "Do the boys and girls sleep in the same dormitory here?" Jeremy softly asked the matron as Alice finished her inspection. "Of course not!" The matron spat, looking at him as if he were an imbecile. "Miss Marchant insisted that they be all be inspected in the same room, else I would never have allowed them in the same room as their sleeping quarters," she snapped. "She was always an awkward one, that one," she added in a murmur. Doctor Stevens smiled and nodded. "I have some tools that you might find of interest," he suggested. He opened his medical bag to display one, a loin restraint for boys that had been refined with sharp little pieces of metal to stop any unauthorised masturbation. While Jeremy tried to interest the matron to buy his wares, Alice turned to address the remaining children. "You all have but one chance to leave here with me," she told them as she looked from one to the other. "That chance relies upon you doing exactly as I ask," she said. "I'll ask you to do something and I'll only ask you once. The last one to obey will remain here," she warned. Alice waited a few moments before giving her first instruction. "Girls lift your petticoats, boys lower your breeches," she ordered. For a moment no one moved. For a moment more, child looked to child, friend to friend as they tried working out whether to obey. Then a boy more eager to escape the matron than the others unbuckled his breeches and all of a sudden, they were all removing their clothes, eager to beat at least one other, then to stand and try and ignore their public nakedness. "Too slow," she told a boy, the last one to straighten and reveal his nakedness. He hung his head and pulled his breeches up before running off to cry. Seven children remained and Alice walked slowly down the lines again, Lord Richard now joining her at her side. The boys shook and, as much as they tried not to, their eyes were drawn to the naked loins of the girls, their cocks rising despite all the discipline they'd received to stop such a thing happening. With the tingling feel of rising pleasure, they whimpered and glanced nervously towards their disapproving matron. The matron's face glowered as she stared at them, her expression promising them all sorts of elixirs that would create stomach cramps and diarrhoea, poultices that would sting and burn their genitals and the insertion of long thick enema nozzles into their bottoms that would hurt and take away all thoughts of their illicit pleasures. "Not you, or you," Alice told two of the boys, one who's erection failed to materialise, another whose erection was small and slender, not at all what she wanted. Five children remained two boys and three girls. She told the boys to go over to over Doctor Stevens, while the three girls faced her, as she stood with her hands on her hips. "Lift your petticoats higher!" she ordered them. Faces burning, the three girls lifted their garments higher, their blushes turning crimson as Lord Holmes chuckled and stepped forward. "Legs much further apart!" Alice demanded curtly. Remembering what had happened to the boy who was too slow, they all quickly shuffled their feet apart, none the less shaking as Richard stepped right up to them in turn, a smile for each of them as his fingers wandered between their legs to feel each of their pudendum. Soft folds, plump labia offering momentary resistance before parting to his fingers, then warm and moist interiors and the firm bulb of their clitoris at its head. He probed and tested, smelt and tasted while they looked on, struggling, gasping and shaking, squirming and blushing. "Not this one," he told Alice, pointing to the girl whose cunt had been dry. She nodded and pointed to the door. To the last two, she pointed to where Doctor Stevens was still busy with the last boy, his finger still lodged deep inside his anus, his other hand roughly fondling the boy's handsome cock and balls. "Aren't you done yet?" Miss Marchant complained. Jeremy blushed and moved hurriedly on. "You'll find them all poor sport, the matron told Alice with a cold smile. "My strict regime has all but whipped out of them any desire to masturbate". In some ways she was glad of Miss Marchant's visit. It helped rout out those children who had an urge to masturbate regardless of the severe punishments it brought them and she did so like them to defy her. "So how much do you want for them?" Alice asked. "They're all fit and healthy," the matron argued. "How much," Alice insisted. The matron's composure cracked and she licked her lips as she gazed at Lord Holmes and his rich clothes. "Three guineas each." Miss Marchant chuckled and shook her head. "One guinea," she offered. "Oh, come on Miss Marchant! I've paid more than that to house, feed and clothe them!" "I doubt that, but six guineas for all five children," Alice offered. "Eight guineas," matron quickly retorted. "Seven and you're invited to come and watch them perform," Alice rounded. "Done!" the burley matron said and both women spat into their hands before slapping them together in a handshake that sealed the deal. Alice was pleased with the deal she had made and arranged for the new recruits to be transported to St Saviour's the very next day.

INHERITANCE A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the First World War Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, humil and bdsm Chapter 8, Cruel Competitions It's late July, and the teachers have organised some very humiliating and painful competitions for the children as entertainment for their employers. Miss Bishop gave them many ideas and helped to train the children. In readiness for the special games later this morning, lemonade with an aphrodisiac in it had been given at breakfast to ensure that the children would be fully aroused and capable of performing on demand. It's a perfect day; the sun is shining in a clear blue sky and there is bird song from the woods, and swans and ducks are watching from their vantage point on the lake. With help from staff from the Grange, a small running track has been painted on the grass in front of the lake, and little coloured flags are waving in the light breeze. A marquee has also been erected so that the audience can watch the competitions from the comfort of its shade. At the designated time Simon escorted Victoria on one arm and Anne on the other, both ladies wearing summer dresses while Simon sported a white jacket over white trousers. Victoria carried a white parasol to protect her from the sun, as they strolled down to the lake enjoying the atmosphere of such a most exciting occasion. The children that were part of Victoria's harem followed escorted by Mary Smith and were made to sit quietly behind the large screen from the library, which Walter and John had carried down. Mary had been given strict instructions to ensure that the children masturbated and kept themselves fully aroused throughout the games, even if it meant that she had to help them herself in order to make sure that they were ready to entertain Victoria and Simon later. Making themselves comfortable in the armchairs that had been placed for the best view, Victoria and Simon applauded as the children from the Priory were marched down to the lake and paraded in front of them wearing just vests and a pair of tight fitting shorts. Those girl's who had started to develop early, and there were only two of them, had been made to wear a tight breast band in place of the vest, and while it supported them a little better, the thin and tight material only served to highlight their nipples and made them blush. The boys too, felt uncomfortable in their tight shorts as the fabric clung so tightly to their loins it allowed everyone to gauge the size of their genitals and the state of their arousal. "Children," Miss Parks announced. "Firstly! Let me thank Miss Victoria and Master Simon for so kindly agreeing to host these special games," she announced. "You will all be taking part in an equal number of games. The first to finish will receive a special prize or privilege, but the last to finish will receive a forfeit," she told them. "Do you understand?" Miss Parks asked them curtly. "Yes, Miss" the children chorused. Miss Baker had placed a board on an easel, and the games were listed down the left hand side with their names over the top. As Miss Bishop picked their names from a hat, they were added with a cross in the corresponding column and row. "Your positions will be marked on the board, and then the awards and forfeit's given out at the end of the games," Miss Bishop announced. "Remember! A win doesn't cancel out a forfeit," she said with a sly smile. The children glanced at each other; their time at the Priory had been long enough for them to get to know each other, building friendships and sometimes rivalries. "The first game is called 'The Egg Race'" Miss Baker announced. This was an aptly named game but had a twist. On the table there was a bowl of small white eggs, in reality they were made out of sugar by Agnes the cook and were small enough to fit where needed and delicate enough that, if handled too roughly, they would break. Six children were called forward and told to drop their shorts around their thighs and to bend over the table. Their training had taken away any rebelliousness that they may have had and without hesitation, the three boys and three girls did just as they were told, lowering their shorts and pushing their bottoms out. The teachers walked up and down the row from opposite ends, teasing their bottom cheeks apart with oily fingers, and inserting an egg into their little anuses. "Now remember! You are to run the full fifty yards to the finishing line with your shorts left exactly as they are, then deposit your egg into this tray without using your hands," Miss Baker told them. Miss Park's licked her fingers of some of the sugar she'd picked up from the eggs and Simon perked up, licking his lips as he looked at the tray that had been placed right in front of where he and his sister were sitting. "You can only win if the egg is not broken," Miss Baker warned. "The looser will be the child with the slowest time with a broken egg or, if all intact, with an intact egg," Miss Park added. The six children looked at each other again, some in confident mood, others clearly nervous. Then they shuffled forward to the starting line impeded by their half lowered shorts, but also worried that too much movement may break the delicate little eggs. They lined up, licking their lips and watching Miss Park's with the whistle. When it blew, they were off, running with strange gaits as they tried not to unsettle or disturb the egg. Victoria and Simon laughed and clapped their hands as the runners came to the finish line. The children then walked carefully over to the tray, forming a queue as they waited for the boy who and been the fastest to squat over the pan and deposit his egg. Simon bent to watch with greater interest as the boy positioned his little bottom over the tray, and then slowly pushed down, grunting and panting as the hard little egg was expelled. Two, three, then four pieces of egg dropped into the tray, and he drew away with much disappointment. A tall girl was next. She licked her lips and bent to position her lovely bottom over the tray, then softly grunting as she tried to gently expel the hard egg from her anus. His mouth hanging open, Simon stared in awe at the slowly opening little anus, gasping softly as he saw the egg appear. It was one of the most incredible sights Simon had ever seen as he watched the twelve-year-old girl expel the egg from her bottom. The unbroken egg dropped into the tray and, seeing it, she grinned and stood up, the first winner of these special games. In order to keep up their arousal and to ensure their ability to take part in all of the competitions, they were made to drink the special lemonade at regular intervals. ****** The second game was called 'The Harness Race' and was for boys only and they were all called forward. "Right! Boys to the starting line," Miss Park's announced. "Now! Remove your clothes," Miss Baker told them, holding up several harnesses and indicated that the boys were to be fitted with them. Miss Bishop had brought these harnesses from St Saviour's but Carol the housekeeper and her daughter Mary had made slight adjustments to them for this race. The harnesses fitted about the waist and were then passed between the boy's thighs. In doing so, an anal plug was forced into their anuses, a bend in the way it had been adjusted forcing it to rub on the lower surface of their rectums. The strap continued between their thighs where it ended in a ring of leather, the inside of which was contoured. Being slipped over their cock's before they grew too hard and long, its purpose was to excite the wearer, with the level of pleasure growing the faster they moved. "The winner will be the boy who runs the farthest before spending," Miss Parks told them, her whistle in hand. The boys all shuffled to the line, groaning as the very movement of the harnesses, their cocks suddenly becoming erect to the delight of the girls and the audience. The whistle blew and the six boys took off, the smallest boy taking the lead. His strategy was simple; he wasn't going to last very long, not with the exquisite feeling rising from deep in his bottom, those feelings added to by the pull of the leather harness around the base of his little cock, so he would run the quickest. Walter and John ran alongside, keeping an eye on them to ensure there was no cheating. The boys were soon panting and stumbling, groaning at the pleasure shooting through their cocks. Some were staring ahead of them; trying their best to ignore the pleasure that every step was giving them. The boy in the lead suddenly stopped and held himself. No longer able to stand it, he had given himself the final strokes needed for him to spend, as he jerked uncontrollably from the anal plug massaging his prostrate. Other boys staggered past, their pace shortened as they desperately tried to limit the pleasurable sensation of the leather ring sliding back and forth along their cocks. With a squeal, another boy clutched at himself, doubling over as he tried to stem the fountain of seed that erupted from him. Two boys were left, gritting their teeth, one tried to overtake the other and then hold on until the other boy came. He broadened his steps in an effort to overtake the other but it was the caused of his downfall. The leather pulled at his cock for that little bit longer, drawing back his flesh, exacting that little bit more sensation that, when matched with the anal plug massaging his prostate, made him spend. With a cry of loss he stood transfixed as his ejaculation welled up inside him. Clutching himself only served to intensify his release, and his seed could be seen flying through the air in a long stream of pearly fluid. The winner sobbed and dropped to his knees before stretching his body back, the move pushing the anal plug deeper while his hands finished the job the leather ring had started. The audience applauded and discussed amongst themselves the game and its competitors, idly comparing what they had liked or disliked about each of the boys. There were smiles again when the boy's lined up in front of the patrons to have their anal plugs withdrawn, and it was clear to see that many of them were displaying some very sore cocks. "You can leave your clothes off," Miss Baker said, much to the relief of the boys who were only too aware of how much pain the tight shorts would have caused to their tender cocks. ****** "Now! The girls," Miss Baker announced. The third game was called 'The Bicycle Ride' and was for girls only, and still giggling from watching the boy's shooting their seed they shuffled forward, licking their lips as they saw the four strings of pleasure beads that lay on the tray. "Remove your vests and shorts," Miss Baker told them. Their hands coyly tried to hide their little breasts and cunts as they undressed, their faces already glowing as they began to guess what was to come. While the girl's watched, Walter and John brought a special bicycle and placed it in front of the audience. One that had the back wheel lifted off the ground by a stand and a simple counter added to it, so they could count how many times the wheel had turned. The saddle had also been changed, from the normal broad seat, to a slender seat that looked phallic; it was so narrow and long. Simon licked his lips in anticipation as the men positioned the bicycle right in front of him. "Now Listen! The game is quite simple," Miss Park announced. "Your ride on this special bicycle will be measured twice. Firstly by how many times the back wheel has been turned. Secondly by how long it takes you to orgasm three times, the winner being the quickest, then we will also measure how long it takes you to come a forth time, the winner being the longest," Miss Baker added. "Can we win one and loose the other?" one of the younger girls asked. "Yes," Miss Bishop replied. The girl's began to coyly masturbate, in anticipation of their need to orgasm as quickly as possible. "Enough of that! Hands on your head until it's your turn. Come on now girls, you know what to do," Miss Park shouted, her hands placed firmly on her hips. Rose was first to ride and she blushed brightly as she sensed that everyone was looking at her, watching excitedly as she picked up the pleasure beads. She tried not to think of the view she was giving as she crouched down to push the pleasure beads into her cunt, pressing them high into her vaginal passage before standing up again. "Are you ready?" Miss Park asked. Rose nodded and climbed onto the bicycle, the beads already working within her, forcing her cunt to ripple and tighten about the moving spheres. As soon as she had mounted, the whistle blew, and straight away Rose pushed her cunt down onto the narrow seat, rubbing herself while the beads shifted deep in her vagina as she rode. Pleasure bloomed like the opening of an oven, heat washing over her. With a cry she jumped up and down on the saddle, having to stop as the first crisis came over her, shaking her with its pleasure. As soon as she could, she was working for her second, dipping her back to press her cunt into the leather saddle, her orgasm rushing over her on the back of the last, its force leaving her breathless and weak, eager to just lie down and enjoy the afterglow. Her third was harder and she whimpered with its illusiveness, working the pedals and grinding her cunt into the saddle, squirming as the final hurdle seem to elude her for so long. When it came, it was the sweetest yet, exploding from deep within her, pouring through her like a flood. She imagined it would be easy then, to hold off another. The opposite was true. As she pedalled cautiously, the tenderness of her little cunt rubbing against the unforgiving saddle threatened to bring her off again. She raised herself off the unforgiving saddle and cycled as slowly as she was allowed, as the beads moved within her cunt and threatened to bring about her fourth orgasm much to early. Sweat flowed down her little face as she tried ignoring the exquisite sensations, but finally there was no holding it off any longer. Her pedalling stopped and, holding herself, she shuddered with her final bout of pleasure, her sob making her audience lick their lips. One by one, the other girls each pushed a string of beads into their cunts and mounted the bicycle. Each girl watched the ones before her, learning what seemed to work best, each one getting a better time for each of the tests. The adults watched enthralled by all their orgasms, and by the play of the muscles under their skin that made such a lovely sheen as they pedalled, whimpering in an effort to hold off the inevitable. Rose wiped a tear from her eye, knowing that she would earn a forfeit despite all her efforts. "You can leave your clothes off," Miss Baker announced. ****** The fourth game was called 'The Paired Race' between three girls and three boys who were taken to one side to be prepared. Normally the left and the right foot would be tied together and the boy and girl would have to run in harmony to win the race. Not for this race! The pairing was a boy and girl turned back to back with their thighs parted and a double dildo joining them together, one end deep in the boy's anus, the other deep into the girl's cunt. Cries and gasps were heard coming from them as they shuffled forward, each move they or their partner made, connecting directly with each other's genitals. "Now remember! If it comes loose from either of you, you have to start again," Miss Park reminded them, grinning at their flushed faces. The whistle blew and they shuffled forward, panting and gasping with their effort. Two were walking back to front while one tried a side-ways approach. As the couple walking sideways overtook the others, they in turn changed their strategy and tried catching up. For one pair, turning sideways dislodged the dildo from the girl's moistened cunt and they had to run back to quickly have it pushed back in before starting off again. The boy and girl in the lead thought they had won, and then, three quarters down the track, the girl squealed as she lost control and the dildo plopped out of her cunt as she had an orgasm. With a cry of alarm, her partner half dragged her back to start all over again. The second couple had slowed, the girl whimpering and sobbing as she tried keeping the dildo inside her moistened cunt, yet with every step, she could feel it edging out of her, that little bit less to grip on within her. As they slowed, the last pair overtook them and the dildo slipped out at the same time. Crying with frustration, they ran back to start again, the girl staring wide eyed to the side as she tried to keep her cunt nice and tight and not give in to the motion of it as they moved. Ultimately, the pair who'd been first came last and the slowest pair came first, and the boys ended up with sore anuses the girl's with sore cunts. ****** Peeing contests were held throughout the games, whenever the child felt ready. There were two competitions. The first was for volume, and a bench had been set up within the marquee with a measuring jug upon it. Whenever they felt ready, they would gain their teacher's permission and hurry over to the jug where they had to straddle the jug and have the volume measured and recorded on the board. As early scores were recorded, the children began to fret about their ability to pee as much, and they began to ask for more of the special lemonade, with only the adults aware of the effect it would have on them. Victoria once again found herself enjoying the spectacle of children peeing in front of her. Boy or girl, she loved the sudden appearance of the golden water and how it spurted from their genitals. She loved the sound, and she loved the overall display, the children still blushing slightly as they performed the act, nervously waiting for the amount to go up on the board so that they'd know if they were safe or not. The second was for distance. Another bench was placed at one end of the marquee with a tablecloth laid along the ground. The tablecloth was designed to fit the long table in the main dining room of the Grange, so there was little danger of a child missing it. Girls laid themselves down on the bench with their bottom over the end and their thighs spread wide apart. They fought to pee as far as they could, the white tablecloth acting as a perfect recorder of how far their urine had managed to spurt. Boys sat astride the benches above a painted line, so that they're position and the height of their cock's remained exactly the same, and they too peed with as much force as they could. Victoria loved this game and clapped her encouragement, loving the girls best, especially those who thought drawing their labia apart first might help their pee travel further. She also loved seeing their bright pink cunts and watching their tiny urethras pout slightly as they released their bladders. Another time, another place, she might have been inclined to drop her mouth to them, cleaning them and savouring the special tang of their urine. ****** The fifth game was called 'The Wheelbarrow Race' and had been adapted by Miss Baker especially for these games, and she explained the rules carefully to the six children. "The boys will carry the girls around their middles to the finishing line. The first boy over the line is the winner, as long as he is still inside the girl, and he hasn't spent. The girl who is first to the line is the looser, because they should have been trying to make the boy spend before he gets there," Miss Park told them. "How will we do that Miss?" Betty asked, a girl of eleven who always seemed willing to do whatever was asked of her, though this time it would seem to have required a little more explanation. "Well Betty! You will be facing your partner, your thighs around his middle, your arms around his neck, and his cock placed deep inside your vagina," Miss Baker explained. Betty caught on and grinned as she looked at her partner, her eyes darting down to look at the size and breadth of his cock. Other girls did the same while the boys licked their lips and, as one, began to slowly grow erect. "Ok girls! Get your mounts ready," Miss baker called. With little giggles at having to perform before so many, the girls got down and took their respective partners cock's into their mouths, expertly drawing them into stiffness while little fingers squeezed their balls in order to help quicken the process. "Mount!" Miss Baker called. Licking their lips of the boy's flavour, the girls lifted one leg, and opened themselves, presenting their cunts to their partner's cock. Cautiously, they sank themselves upon the cock they had made hard moments before. The boys groaned and gasped as their partner's cunts squeezed their cocks tightly. The girls clenched their thighs about their partner's hips while they in turn, had their bottoms groped as their partner's tried to ensured that their cock's didn't slip out. The whistle blew and the boys began trotting down the line, almost immediately stopping as the motion brought their pleasure soaring upwards, endangering their ability to get to the finish line. Panting and gasping, the girls mewing with delight, the boys now more cautiously moved towards the finish line. The girls panted and squirmed, then sobbed deliciously as they orgasmed, the hot flood around the boys cocks almost causing their partner to spend. Still they continued, riding their partner even harder if he moved into the lead, trying to bring him off with her newly found riding skills. The audience watched with envy as the girls grinned and teased the boys, certain in their ability to bring them off before finishing. The boy's, most of whom had already spent at least a couple of times that morning, took a tighter grip on their little riders, trying to limit their motions as they continued to stumble forward. Gasps and cries came from everywhere as the children competed against each other, making an interesting spectacle. Despite many having sore cunts, they kept sliding themselves up and down the boys rigid cocks, none wanting to be the first over the line. Yet the boys were driven by the same terror, and all conscious of where the others in the race stood, continued working towards the race finish. They were all within apace of each other as they came racing towards the finishing line. All of them looked exhausted. Only their cocks looked fresh and vibrant, gleaming with the juices of their riders. Just feet from the end, the boys hurried, their teeth gritted as they endeavoured to be the first over the line. A boy stumbled and cried out in despair. His partner astride him felt the pumping of his cock and squealed her delight. She'd won and he'd lost. The other two got across the line and fell upon their riders, pinning them to the grass as their loins worked to finish off what the girls had tormented them for. Almost immediately they were coming, crying out with their pent up release while the girls giggled and let them have their way. ****** The separate relay races were a disappointment after the fun of the wheelbarrow race. With specially made dildo shaped batons protruding from the girl's cunts and the boy's anuses, the race got under way. There were to be four transfers of the batons with a penalty of ten seconds for anyone using their hands. In the end, however, after the difficulty of passing the batons from anus to anus and cunt to cunt, all the children used their hands to help transfer the batons and Victoria and Simon had to wait several minutes before the teachers declared the race void due to 'technical difficulties'. None the less, watching the girls trying to use their cunt muscles to transfer the batons, and the boys grunting and gasping as they tried expelling them from their anuses, had been a pleasure, perhaps made even more so by the knowledge that it was the last race. It was now time for the winners to receive their rewards, the losers to receive their forfeits. "You've all done very well," Victoria began by telling them, as John and Walter moved a punishment horse in front of the marquee and Miss Bishop practiced her swing with one of the whips. The children stood silent and licked their lips; glancing nervously at the board to see just how many times their names appeared. "Today! Those who have won, will be rewarded by punishing those who have lost," Victoria explained. The children gasped, and looked at each other in a new light as the implications seeped into their tired minds. Once again they looked at the board, speculating on those they were to punish, or on those who were to punish them. "Can we choose how we punish them?" Heather asked. The twelve year old had been the only child not to loose any of the races and also won one of them, so she thought that she could be as harsh as she wished. "You may give us your suggestions, but we'll decide," Victoria told her as the other adults chuckled. Having already felt the attentions of Miss Victoria and Master Simon, Heather knew that the punishments could never be too harsh and licked her lips as she thought of some sadistic punishments to suggest. "Wendy won the first race, and Peter lost it," Miss Baker announced, her face flushed as the whole purpose of these games started to come to fruition. "Step forward!" Miss Park ordered. Wendy looked radiant with all her excitement. Peter licked his lips as he glanced towards Wendy, his cock limp with his nervousness, his skin pale. "Any ideas how Peter should be punished Wendy?" Victoria asked. The child licked her lips while looking at the boy, a short lad who looked younger than his thirteen years. "A spanking?" she suggested, conscious that her own turn would come, a looser in the peeing the farthest competition. Victoria smiled and took the leather strap offered by Miss Bishop. "You'll give him a dozen with this!" she told the excited little girl. Wendy took it, her breath shortening as she looked at the little metal studs that had been fastened through the flat surface of the leather. None were smooth metal, but roughly ended, so they would cut and tear at the skin, ripping through if wielded hard enough. She licked her lips and shook, fondling it with a strange sense of awe and nervousness. "Use it well Wendy, or I might just choose to use it on you myself when your turn comes. Do you understand?" Victoria asked. Wendy did, and nodded, taking a deep and steadying breath as Peter was taken by the men and put over the punishment horse, his parted bottom offered up, his wrists and ankles fastened so he wouldn't be able to stop his punishment. "Twelve strokes," Victoria murmured. The excitement grew as the games culminated in punishments that would be held right in front of the marquee, the children now responsible for punishing each other, the privileged winners enjoying the painful humiliation of the losers. Victoria sat down and calmly crossed her legs; the heat in her cunt hidden as she watched Wendy stand up on a box placed to one side of the punishment horse to measure her swing. The strap looked large in her little hand, but instilled fear in the watching children's faces as she raised it high over her shoulder, then swung it round to land hard across Peter's bottom. His squeal was pleasantly loud, his struggles useless. Bright spots bloomed across his bottom against a background of feint pink. Wendy was already lifting the strap for her second stroke, unheeding his whimpering to land a second, her inexperience hitting the same spot. "Jesus!" Simon breathed as Peter flung himself about in his bonds. His bottom was starting to bleed after only two strokes, and Wendy looked pale but quite determined as she lifted the strap for a third stroke. "Try to aim a little higher or a little lower," Victoria encouraged Wendy, desperately wanting to dive her fingers into her wetness and stretch her cunt but held herself back for later when she would have more time and a little harem of pleasure slaves to help. With these thoughts at the back of her mind she watched Wendy wield the third stroke and tensed her thighs as the boy erupted in agony, weeping uncontrollably while his bottom was now brightly decorated with bloody punctures and scrapes. Before Peter could settle from the pain, the next stroke came down, now aimed a little off the previous strokes, each one now broadening the area decorated by the little metal studs. Victoria caught her breath, the sight of the girl strapping the boy's bottom far more exciting than she had anticipated it would be. "Sarah," Victoria called. Sarah jerked as if hit, then shuffled quickly forward, her mouth dry and her heart hammering. Victoria seemed like a goddess to her as she neared the seated woman, her face calm beside that of her flushed and excited brother, and her clothes so lovely, so fresh beside those of his creased ones. Victoria reached out and the girl automatically parted her thighs so her vulva could be stroked, fingers parting her and finding her dry with anxiety and nervousness. "Afraid eh?" Victoria asked. Sarah nodded, even now, her eyes filled with hot tears as she sensed the woman planning something for her. "Your forfeit is to crawl under my skirt and lick me until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?" Victoria asked. "Yes Miss," Sarah said. Astounded, Sarah fell to her knees just as Wendy brought the strap down hard again on Peter's bottom, his howl filling the marquee as Victoria's skirts fell back down to drape over Sarah. In the warm humid darkness under Victoria's skirts, the columns of the woman's thighs rose; sliding together and guiding Sarah face to the moist and hot cunt. Sarah ran the side of her face up along her mistress's thighs and reached her cunt just in time to feel it jerk in reaction to yet another stroke of the studded strap across Peter's bottom. Victoria's hands sought out the child's head, and urgently pushed it forward, thrusting her into the raw flesh, pushing her face into the yielding lips of her cunt to soak her in the rich wetness that was now flooding out. Sitting erect, pleasure flooding her, Victoria watched as the last stroke of Peter's punishment was delivered, the studs tearing his bottom, the leather further splattering the blood that had already pooled from his wounds. Victoria tensed; keeping her expression neutral as the child's tongue found her clitoris and fluttered it, while her nose inhaled the scent and her chin pressed against her urethra. She tensed as the sight of Peter's punishment brought her to orgasm, and her thighs trembled to either side of Sarah's face. ****** "Paul and Peter," Miss Baker called. "Nooo! Please!" Peter screamed. He was still bound over the punishment horse, his torn bottom being attended to by Agnes the cook who was applying some ointment into it. Paul, looking nervous, stepped forward, blushing at Miss Victoria as he noticed Sarah's feet sticking out from under her skirt. Simon also noticed them, and then noticed the glow on his sister's face as she tried to control her pleasure. Seeing her exploitation of one of the children, he sat up and cast his eyes around, settling on one of the boys. "William, come here," he called urgently. Shaking nervously, William shuffled over to Simon, glancing at the little feet protruding from under Miss Victoria's skirts. "See that?" Simon asked, making William blush as he nodded. "She's been let off her forfeit for doing that, do you want to be let off your forfeit?" Simon asked. "What! To lick Miss Victoria?" William asked, a quiver in his voice as he thought of having his head between the woman's thighs. "No! Not her, Me!" Simon snapped, as he unbuttoned himself. "You've been taught how to suck a cock, haven't you?" he asked sharply. William nodded, licking his lips, he bent forward to wrap his little hands around the base of Simon's cock, and then apply his lips to the uncovered top. Simon groaned with pleasure, then pulled the boy around so that as he continued to bob his head up and down on his cock, he could roughly caress the boy's genitals and bottom and push a finger deep into his anus. Despite Paul's worries, everything that had been happening around him had caused his cock to rise. He imagined being in the same position, tasting Miss Victoria or her brother, having his cock roughly handled and pulled upon, having a finger slide into his anus, a sensation he found he often enjoyed. Victoria watched as Paul's cock continued to rise and turned her head to nod towards Miss Bishop who had been waiting with him. Miss Bishop knew what the nod meant and retrieved the sheaf from her bag. Smiling at the worried looking boy, she caressed his cock until it was fully erect, and then rolled a pigskin sheaf down its length. Aware of how sadistic the adults could be, Paul gulped and panted as he looked down to see the sharp little studs that stuck out of the sheaf. "You lost your game, didn't you Paul?" Miss Bishop asked, keeping him erect by her rough caresses. Paul looked down at the sadistic looking sheaf, and nodded. "So! You don't want to receive a forfeit, do you?" she whispered. He shook his head. He'd had enough punishments to know he would do anything to avoid another. "Then you'll fuck Peter. No being nice to the boy. Fuck him good and hard, and we'll let you off your own forfeit," Miss Bishop promised. Paul turned and walked slowly to where Peter was still bound over the punishment horse, his bottom dimpled by the punctures of the strap, his skin gleaming with the special ointment that had been applied. The other children stood nearby, some pale, some flushed, watching as he stepped up on the block that Wendy had used behind the weeping boy and pulled his bottom cheeks apart. Peter's anus, like all of the children, had been taught to open at a touch, but would have difficulty taking the sheaf around Paul's cock. Ointment gleamed on the anus that quivered with its owners crying as it slowly relaxed and opened. Despite the pain he knew he was going to cause, the feel of his cock up against the little hole made Paul groan with pleasure. Victoria raised her thighs slightly, inviting Sarah's tongue into her anal crease, and groaned as she watched Paul's studded sheath slide into Peter's bottom. An agonised wail filled the marquee and had both Simon and Victoria panting with the bliss it gave them. Peter's head was thrown back, and everyone saw the pain on his face as Paul's loins met his bottom. Then he was drawing out again, every one of the little sharp pieces of metal on the sheath scraping the inner walls of Peter's rectum. Wail after wail filled the marquee, each one less strident than the last as pain, breathlessness and exhaustion overcame him. Still Paul worked his cock back and forth, his breath now quickening with the inevitable pleasure of drawing his cock back and forth in Peter's hot, and well- oiled anus. Peter slumped, falling unconscious with the pain of his buggery. Paul sobbed and shook, jerking with the seed that spurted through the little hole in the tip of the sheath, and Victoria gripped Sarah's head holding the tongue to her anus, coming to orgasm with the most delightful tease of it. Right beside her, Simon half rose as he too spent. His hands held William on his cock, shooting his seed down his gullet as the boy began to gag. ****** "Heather and Betty," Miss Baker called. Betty wept as she was called forward, but Heather beamed, excited by the prospect of punishing this young, slow witted girl and licked her lips as she watched Master Simon draw the crying girl forward so he could feel between her thighs and taste her on his fingers. In the same way that Heather had only won one game, Betty had only lost one game, not winning anything else. Because of this, the girls had been chosen to partner each other. Kicking and squealing, Betty was taken towards the punishment horse and held there while Victoria finished straightening her clothes now Sarah had withdrawn. "Did you want anything in particular?" Victoria asked Heather who was clearly relishing the prospect of punishing the still weeping Betty. "Can I whip her cunt with a riding crop?" she asked excitedly. "What! Whip a cunt, that's already tender and sore?" Victoria asked in mock horror. "Please Miss. I'll be careful," Heather promised, breathless with her desire. "Very well! Secure her," Victoria ordered, laughing as she nodded towards the men holding Betty. "Please, please, I'll try harder!" Betty wept. Her eyes then turned towards Victoria, she used them to beg for mercy unaware of how much pleasure Victoria was received from those begging eyes. Betty was made to lie along the punishment horse on her back with her wrists tied down, and her thighs widely parted so her ankles could be fastening well apart. She continued to squeal and fight in her bonds, squealing one moment, weeping and begging the next, growing more frantic as Heather took the crop she was offered by Miss Bishop and stepped nearer grinning maliciously. "Please!" Betty sobbed in a heartfelt effort to have her punishment reversed. Heather ignored her pleading and lightly rubbed the apex of Betty's pubis, where the delightfully smooth skin curved so alluringly toward her lovely little cunt. The rubbing of the piece of leather at the tip of the crop went on and on, with anticipation growing like an ache within everyone who watched. Then, just before Victoria was about to call out, Heather landed the first sharp stoke of the crop, flicking it in delightful wickedness and causing Betty to squeal and struggle in her bonds. Heather beamed with pleasure and swiftly landed another sharp stroke, hard enough to bring a glow to the tender smooth pubis and a high pitched squeal from its owner. The crop, rubbing Betty's flesh, moved down her body and began to rub the apex of her cunt. Betty's eyes widened, tears flowing freely from them as, with mouth wide open, she let out a howl of despair. Heather waited until the howl had died and the sobbing recommenced, and then delivered the stroke that swept into the child's already sore and tender vulva. The searing crop brought a new screech and a useless twisting of her torso as she tried evading the next stroke. Eyes wide, she watched Heather prepare for it, whimpering loudly at the look of sadistic glee on the young girl's face. Once more, the crop lashed down, striking Betty's tender cunt full on, sweeping down the full length of it to have the girl convulse in agony. And then, while Betty was still shrieking, still fighting her bonds, Heather laid on another, then another, bringing on a bright rich glow to her cunt, one that excitement alone could never have produced. "Have you anything that will hold her cunt lips apart?" Victoria asked Miss Bishop. Miss Bishop beamed and dug into her large bag, finally producing a single length of sturdy wire that had been bent in the middle to create a long V some six inches in length. The two lengths of metal could be brought together, but naturally wanted to spring apart. Halting Heather, Miss Bishop knelt and deftly pushed the wire along the length of Betty's cunt, then gently released the apex to smile as the wire showed it had sufficient force to draw her lips apart and leave her gleaming interior exposed to her audience. "There! Whip inside now," Miss Bishop grinned. The weeping girl's cunt was now totally exposed, from the long, baby-like clitoris hood, to her clenching little cunt, all gleaming with the little bit of pee Betty had not been able to restrain and was all that had been left in her from the games. Sobbing uncontrollably and shaking her head in mute appeal, Betty squirmed in the limits of her bonds, the earlier strikes to her cunt leaving it half numb, so she was unaware of how open she had become, and how exposed she'd be to the next stroke of the crop. Everyone else crept closer, their breath made shallow as they watched Heather lick her lips in concentration, then aim the tip of the crop so it would properly scour the now unprotected flesh between Betty's widely parted thighs. Gleefully putting as much force into it as possible, Heather swept the crop down. It flashed between the girl's thighs and, immediately, Betty's body arched to the point of breaking. A wailing cry filled the marquee, one that told of complete pain and misery that expressed everything Victoria found so wonderful about the punishment of children. "And another!" Victoria called. Betty wailed and squirmed, her cunt now swollen and red, he clitoris hood looking large and bulbous, like it might burst at any moment. Heather felt feint with excitement as she lifted the crop again. Betty's cunt lay poised in front of her, turning slightly to the limits of her bonds as she continued to squeal and cry, the pain continuing to flow into her from her burning cunt. The crop swung through the air and landed just as perfectly as the previous stroke, searing into the girl, arching her like a cord a moment before her shriek tore through everyone watching. Miss Bishop was there to capture Heather as she swooned, holding on to her with an arm around her waist, her other hand dipping between the girl's quivering thighs to roughly caress her burning cunt and to roughly caress her as she orgasmed. Victoria licked her lips and stood and went over to Betty and gazed down at the tenderised little cunt, marvelling at the rich and deep colour the whipping had produced, inflamed by the sight and the sound of the sobbing, whimpering child. "Can I have her now?" Simon asked, breathless with excitement. "No," she told him, her voice flat and firm. "Miss Bishop will stay here and give out the rest of the awards and forfeits," Victoria told him as she gestured to Mary to escort her little harem of suitably aroused children back up to the Grange. "It is time for us to use our little pleasure slaves," she told him, her body tingling with the new excitement at the thought of the long afternoon of pleasures to come. "Oh yes!" he hissed, his eyes alight as he watched the little harem marched up to the Grange, and at his sister who never seized to amaze him with her energy and resourcefulness.

INHERITANCE A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the First World War Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, sm and Femdom Chapter 3, Simon's Pleasures To Simon, the excitement of inheriting Birchwood Grange was starting to wane, especially now that Victoria had taken control, and brought about the changes that she had threatened. His morning ride over, Simon dismounted, a careful process because of his leg, before his horse was led off to the stables. On entering the main building, Simon reflected on his good fortune but was just eager to find some action to satisfy his sadistic lust. "A good ride Sir," Mr Marks asked Simon. "Yes!" Simon answered. "Miss Victoria was asking after you Sir. She's in the library," the butler told him, as he took his hat and crop. Simon nodded, then walked through one of the oak doors. Beyond it was the library, a long room with only small and high windows that let in a moderate amount of light. Hence the room was always dim, with dust motes shining in the shafts of light coming from the high windows. Bookcases lined the walls, the higher tiers needing a ladder to reach them, and a large fireplace dominated the room with three comfortable leather armchairs arranged before it. Victoria sat in one, engrossed in a small leather book that she held in her lap. "Anything interesting?" Simon asked idly. Victoria hadn't heard Simon enter, and quickly withdrew her hand from beneath her dress, to look startled at her brother, her face flushed and radiant. "Oh! Simon it's you," Victoria said, still gathering her breath. "Yes! It's an illustrated book, that has been written by an order of nuns at Alyesford, showing parents how they can stop their children from committing the sins of the flesh," Victoria told him. "I remember mother saying, that this order of nuns paid handsomely to use the orphans at St Saviour's to conduct their experiments," Simon remarked. "Apparently, they were well known for the plants that they grew to use as salves and irritants, and all the specially designed leather implements and restraints that they made," Victoria said. In the book, Victoria had discovered detailed illustrations of the use of nettles and salves to make the children's genitals so sore that masturbation was too painful to enjoy. She also enjoyed seeing the detailed illustrations of children being whipped and restrained by the leather implements, that the nuns made to ensure their cooperation. However, it was the illustrations that really turned Victoria on and she was disappointed that she had been so abruptly disturbed just as she was starting to enjoy herself. Victoria put the book aside, and looked more closely at her brother. "Are you bored?" she announced. "Yes!" he said. Victoria seemed not to have heard him, yet another habit of hers that irritated him and rang the little bell on the table. He wondered how any of the staff would be able to hear such a little bell, yet moments later Mary Smith who at fourteen was the older of the two maids, appeared as if arranged, a pretty flush to her face. Mary curtsied to her mistress, hardly glancing at him and that was another cause of irritation; the way the staff seemed to respond to Victoria much more than him. Surely he, as the male, and the elder, should receive preferential treatment. It really galled him that he could see no way to alter the current practice, without him appearing boorish and pompous. "Present yourself to my brother," Victoria told her sternly. Mary curtsied and, with a pretty blush, turned to face Simon before gathering up the front of her uniform. Simon watched in open-mouthed amazement, as the pretty maid drew her uniform up baring her naked groin where, with her thighs slightly parted, he could admire the light brown hairs that curled over her cunt. "My word!" he breathed. He was enthralled by the smoothness of her inner thighs. Her cunt looked plump and resilient, the slit smoothly curved and tinged a deeper pink. He could easily imagine dividing the split with his tongue and sipping from the sweet nectar within. "Is she? Can I, I mean, won't her mother? The staff?" Simon asked confused, while Victoria just sat there and chuckled. "We obviously can't abuse their trust Simon," Victoria told him, carefully emphasising the word 'Abuse'. "Mary knows her place, don't you my girl?" Victoria "Yes Miss," the maid murmured. "Now! Mary take up the position I showed you," Victoria urged. With a little curtsy she removed her uniform and hurried over to the unoccupied chair. She knelt naked on the leather seat with her knees well parted, and pushed her bottom out. Simon and Victoria were offered a perfect view of the girl's bottom, from her deep anal cleft to the plump curve of her vulva, springy curls embracing the widening gap as she began to swell and moisten. "Where did she learn that?" Simon marvelled, rising and readjusting his erection before moving slowly up to the offered bottom to stroke and caress it. "Mary is a good student," Victoria told him, watching as Simon eased the cheeks apart to look at her anus, then drew the fingers lower to make the mouth of her vagina pout. "Her hymen was broached just the other day, but no male has had her as yet," she explained. "You?" he asked breathlessly, the very idea of it making his cock swell still further. His index finger slid into her moist entrance, slowly pressing deep into her cunt where she was hot, clinging and yet moist. Her breath became louder and she shook slightly, all signs that would normally lead Simon to pick up a whip. To Simon there were fewer, more thrilling moments, than whipping a child who was expected pleasure from his next touch. "Before you mount her," Victoria said reaching into her sewing bag to withdraw a strap and ball. Walking up to Mary, she pulled her head back and pressed the ball firmly into her mouth before pulling the strap around her head and fastening it behind her. "We don't want her squeals alerting the rest of the household, now, do we!" Victoria chided. Mary whimpered into the gag and breathed noisily through her nose. Simon grinned and undid his breeches, his eyes flowing down to her well- presented bottom once more. "What about her bottom?" he asked. The girl's anus clenched tightly as she heard it being referred to. "Not yet! She will need further training before she is ready for you to broach her bottom," Victoria admitted. She was already used to two fingers, so it wouldn't be long before ever- broader tools were used, slowly stretching her anus until it becomes accustomed to regular use. Mary was a strong willed young girl, unlike June who bent easily to Victoria's training. "Perhaps mother could lend us some orphans from St Saviour's," Simon murmured, but his attention was on Mary's cunt as he stood behind her with his cock standing out in front of him, his legs bending to lower himself to her. Victoria stepped up to their side and watched with her breath held still as her brother's cock pressed up against the little entrance, then pushed in. Mary's muffled squeal communicated itself directly with her pleasure button, igniting it and flooding her with excitement. The shaft pushed the child's flesh inwards, a mighty weapon of dark and veined flesh surging into the pink and tender cunt of the girl. Victoria felt the surge of pleasure and stood taller. Simon seemed no less affected. Head flung back, he savoured the tight hot clenching of the girl's cunt around the tip of his cock, and only when it lost it's tightness, did he press inwards, sliding forcibly half way into her before his strength gave out and he had to stop to pant. Her virgin cunt rippled about him, invading his member with its heat while reflexively gripping him one moment, and opening about him the next. "Is she nice?" Victoria asked, her voice growing husky with the excitement of watching her brother fuck the girl. "Oh, very," he answered. It was very rare for him to be fucking a girl who was so innocent and virginal. The difference was so telling, and in so many ways. There were the sounds she was making, the little whimpers, the sobs and gasps, that all spoke of sensations that had surprised her. There was the trembling in her whole body that spoke of an unknowing that led to nervousness, and then there was the heat and tightness of her little cunt. He thrust again and brought his belly up against her bottom to gasp with satisfaction as he felt her cunt surround the whole length of his cock, then squeeze and ripple, and burn into him. Victoria waited for him to draw back, and then peered down at his cock, a second jolt of intense pleasure bursting into her as she saw it gleaming with the girl's fluids. Now, when he pushed forward again, it was for his cock to slide smoothly between the spread portals of her inflamed labia, sinking sweetly into her love channel. Each long stroke made Mary cry out into her gag, then pant hotly for breath as rippling sensations flowed with ever increasing intensity into her body. His hands gripped her and steered her back and forth upon his cock, and the feeling of being used only inflamed her still further. With his quickening pace, his balls slapped against her vulva and hotly inflamed her love button. She was willing him to quicken and treat her more savagely, dipping her back in mute appeal, when he ceased. Without a thought, Mary whimpered into her gag swivelling her loins suggestively. Victoria drew her brother back and roughly gripped his cock as she reached up to kiss him full on the mouth. Squeezing and bending his cock caused Simon to break the kiss for a cry of pain, and twist in an effort to break free. She grinned up at him and softened her hold, stroking him back into rigid hardness while watching his face. "Now! Just you stay as you are," she warned. "Mary has one more task to perform," she told him. Well trained, Mary had already descended to her knees on the carpet, and now crawled forward to have her gag removed. Simon watched, anticipating what his sister had in mind. Slowly, timidly, Mary drew her head down towards Simon's cock, her innocent eyes taking in as much as she could before her eyes were forced to cross and her mistress guided her mouth over the musty smelling thing. It filled her mouth with hot flesh. Then the strong flavour of her own juices filled her mouth and made her drool before she swallowed. The swallow brought her tongue up under the throbbing cock and a gasp from its owner. Mary traced the feel of his flesh with her tongue and lips and swallowed again as the taste of her juices diminished and the taste of his weeping cock grew. Standing up against her brother, Victoria watched Mary begin drawing her lips along the shaft, just as she'd been taught. Simon groaned and panted, his body arched back so he too could watch the pretty face sliding back and forth on his manly cock. "Has she learnt well?" Victoria asked him. "Oh yes," he hissed. Mary looked up at him as she swirled her tongue over the sensitive head, then dropped her head down, engulfing almost half of his cock in her greedy mouth. "But you need something more, don't you brother?" Victoria murmured, batting her eyelids at him as she drew a hand down his back, then edged fingers under the loose waist of his breeches. "What, what are you going to do?" he panted, his eyes widening as he felt her hand draw the tail of his shirt out of the way. "The girl will want feeding after all her efforts," Victoria smiled. She felt her brother's bottom cheeks and their rhythmic tightening as his cock was drawn upon. She gripped one as it tightened and relaxed, the feel of it making her wet herself with pleasure. Under her fingers she felt his anal crease and followed it upwards, then down again. "Victoria!" Simon gasped. His eyes wild and his mouth hanging open as electrifying sensations jerked from her fingers, between his legs, and into his cock. Mary slurped and sucked, lifting a hand to cradle and squeeze his balls. "Yes?" Victoria said, watching his expression as she eased a digit between his tight bottom cheeks and felt the corrugated ring of his anus beneath it. "Victoria!" he gasped, unable to say more, or think tangibly. He wanted to thrust his bottom out for her taking, but at the same moment drive his cock forward to have it buried in the maid's mouth. It left him shaking, sensations passing through him from back to front, front to back. With nowhere else to go, he rose on his toes and felt the stinging passion of his anus being invaded. "Oh, so smooth!" Victoria hissed. Her finger slid smoothly into his anus, fully in, pressed downwards to feel a slight firmness under her finger. She pressed harder and watched her brother's eyes and mouth widen. Mary sensed his release through her lips and hands. She drew the stretched flesh of his cock back from the head as far as she could and, mouth open wide, squeezed his balls and waited. "Yes!" Victoria gasped, watching his expression as an intense orgasm built up from deep within him. She felt his anus open, as the gates to his pleasure opened, and the first rush of seed spurt powerfully from him, drenching Mary's lower face with just some of the milky fluid entering her mouth. Dutifully the girl swallowed and opened her mouth again, the second spurt more cleverly spurted to the back of her mouth, only some of it escaping as she tried swallowing again. Another spurt, less intense, splattered her lips to be licked while one last spurt was more of a dribble, dripping from his softening cock. He gasped again, jerking as Victoria slid her finger out from him, then appeared forgotten as she turned to Mary and, holding her head back, pressed her finger into her mouth for cleaning. Having learnt obedience, Mary licked the finger, diligently cleaning it until only the taste of Victoria's skin remained, until the woman was satisfied and smiled at her. "You've done very well Mary," Victoria told her, patting her as she would a dog or cat. "You may return to your duties, after which I expect you to bathe, then go to my private rooms and wait for me," she told the girl. Mary rose and curtsied, even as she straightened her uniform before hurrying out to leave brother and sister alone together. "I have written to mother," Victoria told Simon, ignoring him as he straightened his clothes, his cock a limp and pale thing that hung forlorn over the furry nest of his balls. "What can she do?" he asked, blushing when he looked at her. "In her reply, she said that a man from the Ministry would be coming, and we should look favourably upon his request. Mother also said that we should talk to John Marks, the butler about the plans that father had to renovate the old priory." Victoria told him. Simon shrugged. The priory was close to the stables, a short walk along a well-made path from the Grange. Simon also recalled the butler telling him it had been derelict for over three generations. Victoria smiled and returned to her book, ignoring her brother as he browsed the shelves for a few minutes, and then wandered away to find more stimulating amusement. Victoria estimated that she had at least another hour to wait before Mary would be ready and waiting in her room, her body freshly washed and no doubt eager for release after her first bout with a man. Victoria planned to pleasure the girl with her fingers and special toys, forcing her to spend time after time without remorse. Then, after giving her no respite, have her use her mouth and nose between her own legs, forcing her to pleasure her until she was too exhausted to accept anymore. But before then, there was still the book, and her clever fingers to keep her going. ****** The man from the Ministry arrived a week later, a few days after an impressive letter came, announcing him formally and requesting they assist him in his task, but it didn't give any details. He introduced himself as Herbert Metcalf, from the Ministry for the Interior and took the seat that Victoria offered. Papers spilt from his briefcase as he opened it, the formal letterhead giving him the authority he needed. "So! What brings you to Birchwood Grange, Herbert" Victoria asked. "Oh, the war, undoubtedly," he told her. "I believe that my sister was looking for a few more details," Simon snapped. "Ah, yes, of course," he said, shuffling through the papers. "The war has put the Ministry in a terrible pickle!" he told them. "I mean, all the able bodied men going off to war, and so many of them being killed," he sighed. "Well, what's happening is that their widows are finding it hard to cope with the children left behind and are getting rid of them. The orphanages just can't cope any longer!" Herbert told them. "Well, well," Victoria murmured, turning to look at her brother. "So, what does the Ministry plan to do about it?" Simon asked. "Oh, its quite simple," Herbert told him, his excitement rising. "There are country houses like this one all over Kent!" he told them, waving his hands with his excitement. "If only they could all take just five children, we would have no problem at all!" he cried. "Just five?" Victoria asked. "Oh, well, that's just an average mind. Some houses are much larger than others. Highcliffe Manor, for example, has fifty bedrooms and I understand that you have at least twenty," he said. "Some of them are already occupied," Simon told him. Victoria waved her hand to calm him, understanding his concern. It was one thing to have children available for their pleasures when they desired, but to have them under foot, 24 hours a day. To have to feed and clothe them, look after them, put up with their moods and also see to their education was quite another. "What provision would the Ministry make to help us cater for these children? How old are they? Where do they come from, and how long would they be staying?" Victoria asked him. Herbert gathered the figures from the sheets of paper and the three of them began to talk in earnest, working out all the details that would ultimately place a number of these vulnerable children into their special care. ****** Over the next few weeks, builders busily set about transforming the old priory, adding a kitchen, bathrooms, dormitories, a schoolroom and other special rooms, all to Victoria and Simon's devious plans. One afternoon, as the builders were nearing completion, a pony and trap appeared from the London road, the pony trotting with its head held high, and the occupants remaining hidden in the shadow of the canvas hood. Simon was called from the stable he'd converted into his office, and Victoria from the newly refurbished priory. They ambled towards the path and met just moments before the pony and trap came to a stop. Victoria reached out to pat the pony's neck, whilst she waiting for the occupants to alight. "Anne!" Victoria finally gasped, and with a rush, embraced the older woman. "Whatever brings you to Birchwood Grange?" she cried happily. "Your mother has sent me to lend you a hand," Anne told her, taking the younger girl's arm in mutual affection. "Oh, Good!" Victoria cried, remembering her brother, who was still standing beside them with a perplexed look on his face. "Simon, this is Anne Bishop, a nurse from St Saviour's," she told him, grinning at his foolish expression. "Oh! Simon is too young to remember me, he was just a baby when I last saw him," Anne said. "I'm sorry," Simon said, trying his best to remember her. "That's all right," Anne shrugged. "However, you should know that you gained your first erection in my mouth," she grinned. Anne's eyes sparkling as she dumbfounded him and left him speechless and somewhat embarrassed as the driver overheard them. "So how long are you going to stay with us?" Victoria asked eagerly. "As long as you need me," Anne grinned, and then suddenly stopped. "Oh! I nearly forgot," she said and spinning on her heels, put two fingers to her mouth to issue a shrill whistle. Moments later a boy and a girl, alighted the pony and trap and then stood nervously in front of the three adults. Victoria thanked the driver, and he turned the pony and trap around and headed off towards the London road, for the journey back to the railway station at Maidstone. "This is Jeremy, who is thirteen," Anne said as he bowed. Victoria thought the boy looked very handsome, dressed in the uniform of St Saviour's, but couldn't help noticing just how tight his shorts were. They fitted his bottom snugly, and outlined his cock most obscenely, but were causing his balls to be squashed, making it very painful for the poor boy to walk properly. "This is Hannah, who is eleven," Anne said as she curtsied. Simon thought the girl was most attractive dressed in her uniform, but couldn't help noticing as she curtsied that she in contrast to Jeremy wasn't wearing any underwear under her short kilt. Then it dawned on him, that neither of them would be wearing any underwear, as his mother didn't allow any at St Saviour's. "How perfectly charming!" Simon said excitingly. "They are a present from you mother," Anne said, with a sly smile. "Well! What are we waiting for? Let's get them inside," Victoria chuckled. A glance at her brother showed him more than ready to participate and Victoria grinned as she thought of the entertainment he'd unknowingly put on for Miss Bishop. ****** It was already dark when Victoria, Anne and Simon finally sat down to diner. Jeremy and Hannah were fed earlier, and were resting upstairs, exhausted by their long journey down from London. Mrs Smith, had put Anne in the room next to Victoria's, and arranged bedding for the children on the floor, either side of the fireplace. "Shall we go through to the family room for coffee?" Victoria asked when they had finished dinner. The family room was cosy, with a fire lit in the large fireplace and a deeply upholstered couch and armchair waiting for them. The ladies took the couch while June the younger maid appeared with a tray of coffee and mints. Anne watched her for a few moments, and then she turned to Victoria with a knowing smile. "Oh! She's Lovely!" Anne said excitedly. Anne watched June serve, noticing the way the girl bent and walked, the way she carried herself and moved. "Come here," she called. June walked over to stand before the seated guest, blushing slightly as the woman's eyes travelled down to her thighs. "Display yourself!" Anne instructed her. Victoria nodded, pleased that the maid had sought her permission first, before lifted her uniform up, parting her thighs, and then offering her lovely hairless cunt for inspection. "No drawers girl!" Anne said, a little surprised. Much to June's surprise, Victoria told Anne that she didn't allow her maid's to wear drawers, in the same way that her mother didn't allow the children underwear at St Saviour's. "Very sensible," Anne said, reaching her hand between June's thighs, to draw her fingers back and forth over the pouting cunt, and then up to her nose to inhale the scent. June blushed and bit her lip, none the less remaining still. "She excites easily," Anne noted. "Yes! I think she secretly enjoys being abused," Victoria said. June blushed still brighter and shook under the examination while, on the chair nearby, Simon squirmed with discomfort as his cock hardened in his trousers. "Has she been put to Simon yet?" Anne asked. "No! But Mary Smith has, her cunt anyway," Victoria said, watching June blush with the realisation that her friend had already been fucked by Sir Simon. "Perhaps you will let me help you," Anne said. "I would certainly like to see her being fucked for the first time," Anne admitted, drawling over her little cunt and wondering just how tight it would feel around Simon's cock. "Oh Yes! That would be most kind," Victoria agreed. "However! I am quite sure that Simon would prefer to have some sport with the children," Victoria said, raising her voice and waving the blushing maid away. "Oh, yes!" he gasped. "Anne! Go and prepare them, and then bring them down here," Victoria said, a clear excitement in her voice. As a nurse, Anne was used to preparing children, and she took great delight in the task. After making sure they were clean, she roughly massaged salves into their genitals, anuses, thighs and bottoms, to sensitise their skin ready for the punishments, they always seem to need to ensure their cooperation. As Anne returned with the children, Victoria and Simon felt like it was Christmas, unable to contain their desire to play with their new toys. Anne laughed, and pushed them the children so that Victoria and Simon could get a better view of their mother's special presents. "Which one would you like Simon! The girl or the boy?" she offered. Simon licked his lips, considering the virtues of each. "Oh! The girl" he breathed, thinking just how tight her little cunt would be, compared to Mary's. Victoria sat on the edge of the couch and took a firm grip of Jeremy between her thighs. With little effort but just enough to feel the pleasure of it, she removed his midi blouse and smiled at the lad's startled expression. "There, there," she crooned, sliding her hands over his naked chest and belly, delighting in the feel of his smooth and warm skin. Jeremy began to relax, no doubt enjoying the feel of Victoria's hands sliding over his chest, but when she felt he was relaxed enough, she took a firm hold of his nipples and savagely twisted them. Victoria watched with delight as Jeremy's expression changed from timid enjoyment, to intense pain. He twisted in an effort to escape, but his training had taught him to grin and bear it, so Victoria twisted his nipples even more. "It's alright, it's alright," Simon told Hannah as she watched with growing nervousness what was happening to poor Jeremy. Simon caressed her, soothing her, calming her just as effectively as Victoria had done to Jeremy. And then, with fingers curling under the waistband of her kilt, ripped it off. The girl was left in just her midi blouse; her young body shaking as Simon breathlessly caressed her smooth and sensitive skin, which Anne had so lovingly prepared. "Isn't she lovely?" Anne asked. "Yes," Simon said. Smiling, she watched Simon remove the midi blouse from the frightened and weeping girl to leave her naked. He pulled her onto his lap where he stroked and caressed her, whispering endearments in her ear, while his mind conjured up all the brutal things he wanted to do to her. Victoria wasn't far behind. Enjoying the sight of her brother tearing the young girl's uniform off stimulated her to do the same with the boy. She took a hold of his tight shorts and roughly pulled them off, causing the boy to sigh with relief now that his balls were no longer being squashed. What was revealed made her groan. His handsome cock was standing to attention, and he whimpered and tensed as Victoria roughly caressed it; her fingers masturbating the smooth flesh, and loving the sensual feel of its rampant swelling. "So lovely!" she breathed, turning him side on and lifting a hand to cup his little bottom. Anne smiled as she watched Victoria's fingers feel between the boy's bottom cheeks, a finger moving to his anus. The lad cried out and looked at her in startled surprise. Victoria smiled and pressed her finger deeper, watching with delight as, far from loosing his little erection, it stiffened still further. "What shall we do with this?" Victoria asked the others, a finger and thumb holding Jeremy's cock with careful tenderness. Simon didn't hear her. He was lost in the sensations rising from the girl on his lap. He had stroked her chest and felt the little points of her dark nipples, his excitement growing as he had imagined them between a pair of pliers, the tender young skin quickly marking. His hands stroked her flat belly and felt it ripple, and wondered how much it would continue to do so if she was whipped. Kissing her neck and feeling her respond to his soft stroking, his hands travelled to her thighs, spreading them to either side of his own, and then running his nails along the sensitive flesh. His imagination pictured her slender thighs marked by the tip of a whip, red lines created as stripes, perhaps drawing closer together, the nearer they reached her cunt. He imagined the smooth flesh he was feeling, raised in ridges by a slender whip. His fingers reached the curve of her youthful pudendum, marvelling at how full and round she was, how smooth and resilient. Her cunt was perfectly rounded, no inner lips protruding to mar the graceful curve of the warm flesh. She was responding, whimpering and panting, and shifting her little bottom on his lap while, across the way, Victoria was stroking the naked boy standing in front of her, his eyes wide as he stared at what Simon was doing to Hannah. Grinning, Simon slid his hand over her cunt. He'd never felt anything so smooth and warm. The flesh curved down and split. Lower, her flesh was warmer, softer, and a gentle press brought wetness from within to coat his finger. "Would you like to see?" he asked the others. He grinned when they nodded, and took his hand away so they could see her cunt. It upset Hannah, but his fingers were soon back between her thighs, her body draped on top of his as he gently worked her little pleasure house. Simon shook with the need to be gentle and loving, but inside he wanted to hold her down, and watch her face as he ravished her. Outwardly calm, his fingers delicately parted her sticky vulva and let them see her bright and gleaming cunt. He licked her neck and crooned in her little ear, listening to her groan, gasp and whimper as a finger dipped into her open shell and traced the slender long sheaf of her clitoris. Then down to where she was the wettest, to where her cunt pouted with pleasure, and yet was still smaller than the diameter of his index finger. His eyes lifted from her little body to those of his audience. They were all still but for Victoria's moving fingers. Their eyes were fastened on what he was doing between Hannah's widely parted thighs, watching without daring to blink. Simon straightened his finger, the tip gently pressed to the hollow of her cunt mouth. He took a breath and hesitated one last heartbeat, just long enough to alert the others to what was to come. Then, grinning with delight, he pushed his finger in with a smooth and controlled motion that let them appreciated the beauty of the child's taking. His finger pushed in and her flesh yielded. Then the tip stretched her hymen with its youthful elasticity, drawing it inwards until it could stretch no more. Then it parted and Simon felt the torn edges slide down his finger as it continued on, into her little body. She was squealing now, her body tensed, and her pelvis rose from his lap before twisting in an effort to escape him. His free hand went round her waist to hold her down, his knees rose to help keep her thighs apart. His finger, in to the second knuckle, pulled upwards to let everyone see her opened, and let the little flood of virgin blood escape. "Lovely!" Victoria breathed. The girl wept, her head tossing from side to side as Simon moved his finger back and forth, aiming it to find the last vestiges of her hymen and ensure it was well and truly torn from her. Each pull and tear added to the trickle of blood his fingers were stroking into her groin and thighs, adorning her in a skin of drying virgin blood the others could admire and delight in. Victoria took a deep breath to control the rising tide of her own excitement, and reined her imagination in from some of the more sadistic thoughts coursing through her mind. She turned her attention from the weeping, squirming, bloodied girl, to the boy standing in front of her, his own eyes still fastened to the perverse scene. "You were enjoying that, weren't you?" Victoria said coldly, noticing that his cock was stiffening in response to Hannah's painful ordeal. He swallowed and looked away, his face guilt ridden. "Why, you dirty, evil minded little pervert!" she gasped. She stopped stroking him, and instead scrapped her nail along the sensitive underside of his cock, and his face took on a whole new expression, his body arching from the pain. "Like pain, do you?" she asked him, moving her fingers slightly and feeling the grizzle and veins under them move unwillingly from side to side. A whine came from the boy, high pitched in his agony. "I've got plenty of canes here!" she told him excitedly, feeling the wetness of her pleasure dampening her thighs, as she released him and walked over to the door. Beside the door there was an ornate stand, and in it was a selection of canes. Now, she became the centre of attention as she lifted one up and tried it through the air, listening to its whistle and testing the limit of it's bend. Victoria tried out three, whilst Anne took a hold of the boy and forced him to watch. "She's choosing a cane," the older woman whispered, delighting in his increased breathing and pale skin. "Do you know what she's going to do?" she asked him, enjoying the feel of the boy trembling with terror. "Please Miss," he whined and Anne grinned. "She's going to cane you here," Anne told him, caressing his bottom and massaging in some more salve, to sensitise the skin even more. "How do you want him Victoria?" she asked. Victoria chose the slender rattan cane and used her wrist to make it whistle in a short arc through the air, a move that had young Jeremy whimpering and shaking in Anne's grip. "Over the arm of the couch please, his thighs parted wide, and his cock and balls fully exposed," Victoria told her. Anne grinned, knowing the position well. "Its just like being at St Saviour's, isn't it my boy?" she said. Escorting him to the couch, she lifted him across the arm, drew his thighs wide apart, and then reached under his stomach to roughly pull his cock and balls into view between his thighs. Victoria had stepped forward, the cane held before her in readiness of his caning. She was more than ready; her body now glowing with excitement as she watched Anne roughly pull his cock and balls into place. Admiring the tight cheeks of his lovely bottom, she tapped the cane in preparation, and thrilled when Jeremy started asking for mercy. The soft words, delivered between sobs, flooded Victoria with still more excitement and she lifted the cane, stilling it at the apex of her swing for a moment, before bringing it down with its accompanying whistle to then land with a satisfying crack across the tender flesh. Jeremy squealed and thrashed. Anne caught hold of his feet and held them, nodding to Victoria to continue. A thin red line grew across the apex of his bottom cheeks, but before they'd swelled to their fullest, the cane came down yet again, landing below the first to quickly raise another red line beside it. The boy squealed and thrashed again, tears flooding from his face. Incoherently, he begged to be freed, only earning him a third savage cut, below the other two were his skin was softer and more tender. The welts inflamed the adults. The caning had shrunk his cock to practically nothing, by which time Victoria had moved round so she could lay the cane at right angles to the previous ones. The cane whistled once more and the sharp slap of it's landing was quickly followed by the boy's screams. Anne half sat on him, holding him down and letting his legs kick as he struggled to escape the savage caning. Victoria laid one onto his other cheek and sucked fresh air into her lungs as she admired the chequered affect she was creating on his little bottom. She struck again; dizzy with her pleasure at his howling and struggling body, then once more, two brilliant lines for each cheek. The vivid scoring drew her, and she stopped her strikes to reach out and touch his bottom. She felt the smooth flesh she'd felt earlier, and then the welts she'd created. Her breath quickening, she turned her nails in and ran them over his scored flesh, listening to his wails while feeling the ridges across his bottom, until an orgasm burst within her and it was all she could do to just stand there and look normal. "I think its time we separated, each to our own pleasure," Anne said, rising from the loudly crying boy to help drag him up. "Let's go to your room Victoria," she urged. Victoria nodded and sucked in a fresh breath, as she steadied herself before moving to the door, passing her brother who was standing over Hannah, unbuttoning his trousers in readiness to ravish the child. "Simon! Make sure that she is well enough to pleasure me later," she urged, following Anne out. "You do the same with the boy," he called, already kneeling, his hand pulling the whimpering girl's thighs further apart. As Victoria followed Jeremy and Anne up the stairs, she couldn't help but hear the first scream from the girl downstairs, and imagined her brother thrusting his cock deep into her little cunt, completing the task his fingers had begun earlier. Once in Victoria's room, Anne smiled. "Get yourself ready," she told her bluntly. She had a blindfold for the boy and a band to place round the base of his cock once it was fully erect. Victoria imagined him sliding into her and sobbed. "You'll won't let him come prematurely, will you?" she begged. "No!" Anne grinned. Unseen by Jeremy, Victoria was now gloriously naked and knelt on the edge of her bed, offering up her pleasure hole. The very thought that Jeremy was about to fuck her, and that she was going to brutally ravish Hannah when Simon had finished with her, all meant that Victoria was in heaven, and certain of many, many orgasms that evening. As she waited for Jeremy's cock to be presented, she thought of all the preparations that still needed to be made, in order to make this exciting venture a success. Special equipment needed to be ordered and tested, and staff sharing their sadistic passions, interviewed and appointed.

INHERITANCE A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the First World War Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, bdsm and torture Chapter 7, Cruel Retribution Simon was livid with rage when he heard that two of the children up at the Priory, a boy and a girl, had escaped. That they had stopped off in the kitchen to steal some meat, bread and cheese didn't help his temper and everyone, including Victoria, kept out of his way. Victoria kept her concerns hidden, remaining outwardly calm while her brother paced up and down the library vowing to reap revenge upon the little runaways. Anne shrugged off Simon's concerns and sat close to Victoria, ready to lend support should it be needed. Victoria just prayed that the children hadn't gone straight to the authorities. Their harsh punishments might well be dismissed, but their daily sexual and physical abuse may not be quite so easily explained. Walter the chauffer had been sent out in the Rolls Royce in the hope that he might find them, and stable boys were given mounts and urged to scour the countryside for any sight of the two children. Throughout the morning, Victoria, Anne and Simon waited tensely for word of their return; time not lessening their worries or concerns. By mid afternoon, Simon had bitten his nails to the quick and looked exhausted, while Victoria remained in her seat, continuing to sew and yet looking pale and remote. Finally, a little after four-o-clock that afternoon Walter drove into the forecourt of the Grange. The meek looking children were removed from the Rolls Royce and quickly ushered into the hall by the butler. Simon rushed to the door, the look on his face threatening immediate punishment, when Victoria's voice cut through him, halting him in his tracks. "We must do this slowly! Let's savour their punishment, and not rush it," Victoria suggested when he seemed about to disregard her advice. Simon glanced towards Anne and saw her smile. "Victoria's right! They deserve a special punishment," Anne said, her smile now brimming. "You have something in mind?" he asked, his hand still on the door of the library while, outside in the hall, the two weeping children were told to stand still and wait there. "Oh yes! There are all those devices your ancestors used to use in the Long Room," Anne reminded them. "I've been reading all about tribal practices in North West Africa," Victoria told Simon. "They mutilate their female children's genitals quite severely," she said with a smile, waving her sewing needle at him. "Jesus!" Simon gasped; shaking with the thought of what Victoria was planning for the little girl. Her smile excited him nearly as much as all the ideas forming in his mind, his cock now awaking from the shrunken state it had been for most of the day. Victoria strode passed Simon and out into the hall to confront the children with Simon and Anne following close behind. The boy, Paul Herbert, was a handsome lad of thirteen who was trying his best to control himself. However, the warnings of everyone he had met since being caught overwhelmed him, and his imagination did the rest, lifting his nervousness to near terror. The girl was called Muriel Bennett. Although only eleven, she'd begun developing early and her little breasts were already quite prominent, although clearly still adolescent shaped. With curls around a round face, her eyes were big and round, swimming in tears as she looked up nervously at the adults around her. "We only went for a picnic," Muriel stuttered. "Did you talk to anyone?" Victoria asked sternly. "No, honest," Muriel wailed, clutching at Paul in the hope that he'd protect her. "You have both been very naughty," Victoria told them as the relief that they had not talked to anyone started to sink in. "We didn't mean to, honest," Paul told her. "We just wanted to be alone," he murmured, blushing brightly. "Alone! So you could fuck her?" Simon suggested. The boy blushed brightly while the little girl fluttered her eyelids and looked away, her cheeks glowing. "Well! Did you fuck her?" Simon snarled. "Yes Sir!" Paul whispered, making Muriel whimper with fear. "Disgusting! You both deserve to be severely punished," Anne said, her smile showing no warmth. "Punished?" Muriel gasped. "Yes!" Victoria smiled, her smile even colder than Miss Bishop's. "You have caused us all a great deal of worry, and now you are going to pay dearly for your actions," Victoria told them. "Take them to the Long Room," she ordered John and Walter. As they were dragged away by Walter and John, both the children were crying fitfully and struggling. Simon came forward and licked his lips. "As soon as the boy is restrained, I'll thrash his bottom, and then bugger him!" he announced. Victoria cleared her throat and licked her lips, her heart hammering at the thought of what she intended. "You will do no such thing," she told him. "I have plans for these tarts, and that will only happen if you doing as I say," she told him firmly. "Victoria!" he gasped, his ego punctured by his sister. "Oh, don't worry. I'll see to it that you have both of them at least once," she said. "But you must do it my way! Do you agree?" Victoria teased. Simon bit his lip for a moment, put out by his sister's domineering streak. Yet Simon had always been amazed by Victoria's imagination and versatility, so he nodded, agreeing to do it her way. Relieved that her brother had agreed so willingly and buoyed still further by the sly smile Anne had given her as she'd turned from her brother, Victoria marched into the Long room. John and Walter were there, each holding a forlorn looking child in front of them while, along one side of the long room stood the array of devices that their ancestors had collected over the years. Miss Parks was also there, representing the Priory, her arms crossed across her stout breasts and waiting patiently for the entertainment to begin. "Let them go! I want them to undress," Victoria ordered the men. "I think they'll run before they do that Miss," Walter warned. Victoria shook her head, her eyes turned towards the children. "If you do, then your punishment will be much worse," she replied. Muriel started to cry again, a deep racking sob that had every one of them looking, and dreaming of ravishing her. For a few long moments the only sound in the room, was her deep and uncontrolled weeping. "Now Undress!" Victoria told them, her voice brooking no argument. With fresh wails of anguish, Muriel obeyed the order, tears pouring down her face as she started to remove her clothes, fumbling with the buttons and trembling like a leaf. She was still only half undressed when Paul had finished and was standing beside her, his cock a shrunken and pale blob protruding only slightly from over his balls. "Hurry girl! Or I will add an extra punishment for your tardiness," Victoria ordered. Sobbing her heart out, Muriel removed her last piece of clothing, a simple shift that hid her nudity. The men behind groaned at seeing her naked, their pleasure showing in their trousers. Pale skinned, the girl looked delicious with her little hairless cunt and breasts that rose smoothly from her chest, two cones tipped with the prettiest of nipples. Victoria just knew that when Muriel turned, she would present them with a little bottom that just cried out to be punished severely. "Place her on the barrel," Victoria told the men. "No! No, please!" Muriel screeched. She tried squirming, but they gripped her tightly and set off with her between them, dragging her kicking and squealing to the large, four feet in diameter barrel that lay on its side further down the room. A metal pole had been placed through its centre with a handle at one end that allowed an operator to turn it. Around its well polished outside were open cuffs, and Muriel was attached to these, using a set that stretched her limbs and forced her back to bend along with the barrel. Anne turned the handle until the still weeping, still begging little girl was rotated until she was lying along its top, her thighs spread apart and her delicious little cunt nicely presented. "Any sperm left in her cunt Simon?" Victoria asked. Simon stepped eagerly forward and looked closely, carefully thumbing the small inner lips apart to reveal a pouting cunt, still gleaming with the milky residue of Paul's fucking when Walter surprised them. Muriel wailed with the realisation that he could see the sperm from Paul's spending; the inner walls of a cunt now tender from the young boys frenzied fucking, which he'd continued even when she had begged him to stop. Grinning, Simon slid his finger deep into the girl's vagina, as the others stepped closer to watch him withdraw it, thick with the young boy's sperm. "Let her taste it," Victoria called. Simon walked round the barrel while Anne turned it, bringing her head level. With a mean grin, he pushed his finger into the sobbing girl's mouth; pushing it around her struggling mouth until he was satisfied that he had left a coating. "The little tart doesn't seem to know about sperm, does she Simon?" Victoria asked. "No! I don't think she's ever tasted it, let alone enjoyed it," he answered. Victoria hummed and looked at each of the men, sensing their new alertness as they waited for her to say something. "Shall we educate her?" she asked. With a feral grin, Simon undid his trousers and presented his erect cock, to his sister and the girl. With a grin, Victoria went to her brother and kissed him, her hand taking possession of his cock to feel it throb wantonly. She then turned and knelt to bring her face up close to the weeping girl. "It's a real shame! Miss Baker tells me that she has caught the other children at the Priory playing the sucking game," she told her, reaching out to grip Muriel's chin to stop her head shaking. Muriel wept with new strength, her arched body shaking uncontrollably in her bonds. With a hand holding Muriel by her chin, and her other hand holding Simon by his cock, Victoria brought the two together and watched with delight as Simon thrust harshly into the child's mouth and gasped with delight, ignoring her choking scream. "That's it! Fuck the little tart's mouth!" she cried, watching from only inches away as her brother's cock was shoved back and forth, his grunts drowned by Muriel's choking. "Oh God! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Simon gasped; his eyes wide and staring as he jerked one more time, then shook with the pressure of his powerful spend. Victoria held Muriel's nose and chin, forcing the girl to swallow before being able to breathe again, then drew away with her brother to watch her cough, splutter and weep. "Do you think she's learnt anything yet?" she asked. Simon shook his head and stepped back to pat Walter on the back. The man looked like it was his birthday and Christmas all at the same time, stepping forward into a dream while he fumbled with the buttons of his thick tweed trousers. In his late forties, he blushed as Victoria reached forward to help him, a genuine smile on her lips as she reached in to fondle the short stout cock that she found within. Reverently she drew it out, half conscious of his shortening breath as she drew back the foreskin and finished the hardening process for him. "Go on! Step up and fuck her mouth," she told him. "Let this be your reward for capturing her," Simon told him. Walter shuffled forward to the girl bent over the barrel, then pushed himself into her squealing girl's mouth and held his cock there while he looked down at the girl's cunt, framed between her widely parted thighs just in front of him. His thrusts were like his cock; short. And while he jerked back and forth and she sobbed and spluttered, his hands ran over her thighs, finally daring to touch her moist labia and gaze adoringly at the bright and sore little mouth to her cunt. With a strangled cry, he came in Muriel's mouth, jerking forward with each spurt, ignoring her choking sounds as he delivered a lifetime of seed into her mouth. Victoria watched Muriel swallow and grinned. "Learning! Aren't you my pet?" she chuckled. Muriel begging eyes turned towards Miss Victoria and continued to weep. Victoria waved John forward. "No need to go easy on her John," she told him as he approached, his broad belt already undone. "Whatever you say Miss," the butler replied, dignified, even as he opened his dark trousers and let his long cock spring out, his flesh circumcised so that a bulbous head was created that seemed to glow and swell as it neared the weeping girl's face. Anne turned the barrel slightly to lift Muriel to the taller man's height, then watched with as much interest as the others as he took a firm grip on her thrashing head, then firmly thrust himself into her unwilling mouth. With a muffled squeal from the crying girl, John forced the head of his cock into her mouth, but then thrust again, still holding her head as he pushed his cock further into his mouth, forcing her to take the whole bulbous head down her throat. The child retched and coughed, spluttered and then took deep breaths of air. Then, as John stepped once more up to her, she screamed and thrashed, trying hard to evade what she knew he was going to do to her. The audience was enthralled as, calmly; John took her twisting head again and, steadying it, pushed his cock head into her mouth. The veins of his hands stood out as he forced her jaw to stay open and her head still, then he was pushing inwards, not a hard and sudden thrust, but a slow and controlled slide that brought a wail from the girl, and only broke off as his cock slid into her throat and closed off her air passage. Once more he held himself there, his head flung back and a look of delight on his face while, in front of him, Muriel thrashed in her bonds, kicking and jerking wildly as her need for air grew and grew. Unconsciously, Simon held his breath as the cock slid inwards, and found he needed another, well before John slid outwards. A line of drool linked them as Muriel retched and coughed again, sobbing her heart out as she fought for her breath. Her eyes begged Miss Victoria not to put her through any more, but she just smiled and nodded to the butler. They crowded round to watch the detail, enthralled by the slow slide of the long cock passed her lips. Even Paul reacted, his cock starting to erect as the butler's loins met Muriel's stretched mouth. He imagined he could see the outline of the butler's cock in Muriel's neck; more certain of it when he gasped and shook and the bulge in her throat seemed to swell with the rhythm of his jerking. Some time, amid his pleasure, Muriel had stopped her fighting and had gone limp. John, now sated, slid away and punched her chest, between her breasts, and the girl suddenly coughed and spluttered, once more fighting for breath and weeping with terror. ****** Paul's handsome cock started to go limp as Victoria and Simon turned their attention towards him. The ideas for his punishment were being measured against the various devices found around the room, a cruel testament to the evil pleasures of their ancestors. Quivering and weak kneed, he wanted to be brave, but he couldn't. He whimpered, and would have collapsed had it not been for the men being there to take his arms. None the less, he felt the warm river of his waters travelling down his thighs and he began to weep. "What a lovely sight," Victoria said, as she watched his cock dribble the last of his water down his thighs. "We should consider suspending them both upside down! I'd really enjoy seeing their waters flow over their bodies," she admitted. Simon laughed and licked his lips. "What do you plan for the boy?" he asked. "The Frame," she told him. The frame was a large wooden frame that took the shape of the letter A. It stood over ten feet tall and leant against the back wall at a convenient angle for someone to lie on it. The cross beam could be adjusted up or down the frame and had a number of holes drilled in it. Weeping and blubbering and begging them not to hurt him, Paul had to be dragged towards the frame. Victoria had inverted the restraining straps so they were on the underside of the frame, rather than its upper side. "I want him to hang from the frame," she explained with a grin to the perplexed men. With polite shrugs, they drew the boy under it and drew his wrists up, strapping them into the leather cuffs that hung from near the top of it. Then, taking an ankle each, they pulled the boy off the floor to secure each foot to another cuff placed just off the floor at the base of the large frame. Stretched by the upper and lower cuffs, the boy didn't hang that far down, but he was bowed. Satisfied, Victoria took a firm hold of Paul's cock and, ignoring the oily wetness that coated its tip began roughly caressing it, smiling as she brought it back to life again. Then, going behind him, she pushed his sagging body forward, sliding his cock through one of the holes in the cross beam, fitted a broad ring over it. All of a sudden Paul was now alert, his eyes wide and staring as, panting in terror, his struggling causing sharp pains to shoot through his cock. "That's right! Paul," Victoria said with a smile. "This ring has tiny pins within it. You will be able to move your cock forwards without any pain, but if you try to withdraw it, the tiny spikes are designed to pierce your cock," she explained. "Please Miss!" he panted, the muscles of his arms and legs starting to work overtime as he tried keeping himself from falling back, an act that would have the sharp little pins digging even deeper into his cock. Victoria selected two cruel looking bullwhips that had been spit into two at their ends from the array of punishment implements hanging on the wall, and passed one to her brother, the other to Miss Parks. Seeing their sadistic smiles, Paul felt his cock start to dwindle again and, hoping that would let him slide smoothly from the ring, relaxed his limbs. A knifing pain made him cry out and stiffen his limbs, then pant in horror. There was no escape! Miss Parks and Simon agreed on sides and walked calmly to each side of him, watching the boy and admiring the play of lean young muscle under his smooth flesh as he endeavoured to keep his cock from being stabbed any further. The rest watched, licking their lips and trying to imagine the pain and awkwardness the boy was in. His whipping began, Amy laying on the first, her face expressing the effort she put into making sure the bullwhip landed firmly across his tight young bottom. Paul cried out, stiffening as he unintentionally pushed his cock further into the spiked ring. Then, before he could react, Simon had laid another stroke across his bottom from the other side, and the boy squealed, his head flung back as one type of pain fought with the other for supremacy. Enthralled, Walter and John watched in silence as they took turns to lay their bullwhips across his bottom and thighs, each stroke being painful enough to make Paul weep and squeal, and every jerk bringing fresh puncture wounds to his cock, sometimes bad enough to tear at the tender flesh. He was soon wailing all the time, his arms and legs shaking with fatigue, his bottom and thighs striped with the broad red welts the bullwhips quickly produced. Blood trickled from under the ring and slid down the underside of his cock to trickle over his balls. His shaking caused the odd drops of blood to fall to the floor, yet Simon and Amy continued grinning with sadistic pleasure as they aimed for previously hit flesh, brightening and tenderising his bottom and thighs while causing still more damage to his cock. Satisfied, Victoria held her hand up for them to stop, then stepped forward to unclasp the ring, removing it to let everyone see how the little pins had repeatedly pierced and sometimes torn him, leaving his cock a mass of bloody cuts and scrapes. "What now?" Simon asked eagerly. "Leave the boy to reflect upon his actions, and bring the girl over to the Chair," Victoria told him. ****** The Chair was called the chair purely because of its basic task, and its basic ingredients, was all the same. It had four legs, although they angled outwards much further than a normal chair, giving it the extra stability it needed. It also had a seat, although it was far leaner than a normal seat so that the pennant's bottom would overhang it, irrespective of how it was sat upon. There was a back to it that could be reclined and angled ever further back, and arm rests, although they seemed strange to look at as they had been moulded more for resting the back of the knees against than for arms or hands. While Anne went off to get the equipment Victoria would need, the men untied Muriel and pushed her towards the chair. Their pushing soon turned to pulling once Muriel saw that she was to be restrained again and her screeches filled the room as they pushed her into the chair and began attaching the leather straps that would hold her in position. A strap was placed across the brow of her head and another making her choke is it was fastened around her neck. Another broader strap went around her waist and her kicking feet were lifted up, her knees bent toward her chest before her ankles were fastened to what looked like arm rests. Short straps restrained her wrists while giving her some ability to move, and another set of straps were tied to her knees, to prevent her from bringing them together. When finished, the girl was reclining backwards panting heavily, her eyes wide and wild, her thighs lifted and spread wide, her bottom and genitals totally exposed. She struggled against the straps until she realised that she could do nothing to stop them, and began to cry again. "What are you going to do?" Simon asked excitedly. Anne answered his question by returning to the chair with a leather holdall. Within, were over a dozen small stainless steel tools. They looked medical, but they also looked intimidating and very painful. Muriel strained to see what was planned for her and struggled as the gleaming objects were brought out and placed more easily to hand next to the chair. Pleading not to be hurt, Muriel turning to each person in turn trying to find at least one person who would protect her. Victoria sat directly in front of the child's widely spread thighs, and started to roughly caress her cunt and anus to assess how firm and tender the flesh was, and how resilient and how pliable it would become. Muriel cried and shook, her wrists growing raw as she struggled. "Did you know, that there are mothers in North West Africa who, as soon as their daughter's reach puberty have their labia and clitoris surgically removed and their vaginas sewn up leaving just a small hole?" Victoria asked. The men gulped and shook, imagining the barbaric act, their cock's hardened with the very thought of fucking the child just before her vagina was sown up. "Is that what you plan now?" Simon asked in awe. "Of course not! What would be the point of removing or dulling the sensations rising from the tarts lovely little cunt?" Victoria asked. She would prefer to heighten the sensations and her thoughts turned to another type of medical procedure that she had read about. With a tool looking similar to a crochet hook, Victoria hooked the tip of Muriel's clitoris hood and drew it back, exposing the little gleaming head of her clitoris. She could cut back the hood of her clitoris so the sliver of tender flesh was exposed, so Muriel would always be in a constant state of arousal. With the girl always moist, always inflamed, she would make a lovely addition to her harem. The child was shaking now, her mouth hanging wide open as she panted, pleasurable sensations surging up from her cunt, yet tense with the knowledge that, at any moment, that intense pleasure could turn to horrific pain. Victoria smiled knowingly and, releasing the little clit hood, put the hook to one side and picked up another tool, its aim clearly to inflict pain. Simon had seen tools like it before, but its home was more that of a cobbler or shoemaker, the little spiked wheel at the end of a handle more suited to decorating leather. Anne, seeing it, thought it was a spur from a cowboy's boot. Muriel, intent on seeing what items were picked up, began to pant and squeal, once more struggling to get away as she sensed it about to be used on her. Victoria reached between Muriel's thighs to run the spiked wheel over her breasts first. As she drew it along her firm young skin, it left a trail, each pinprick puncture a perfect quarter of an inch apart. She ran it vertically down each little cone of a breast, missing the nipple by inches and creating a lovely pattern of wounds that they all could admire. She then drew it across her chest, running it over each breast in turn, first above Muriel's hard little nipples, then below. Finally, wetting herself with her pleasure, she drew the wheel over them, returning to do it twice when the nipple itself managed to miss one of the pointed spikes. Muriel's screams were lost with her breath. She cried and whimpered, both growing each time the wheel travelled along her body, filling her with pain while decorating her skin with the line of pinholes. From her breasts, Victoria moved to her thighs, bringing new frantic struggles from the child as each run of the wheel between her widely parted bottom brought it closer and closer to her defenceless little cunt and anus. The spiked wheel travelled down each thigh with enough pressure to pierce and bring blood to the pinhole wound. It then ran along the inner curve of her bottom, bringing breath-catching gasps from the girl as it passed her knotted anus. Then, with everyone attentive, she moved down each rounded outer labia. Muriel was tense in her bonds, her head flung back as she issued a screeching cry of pain. Victoria slid it on downwards, bordering the young girl's cunt to then pass directly over her anus. Again, she flung herself tight against her restraints, screeching her pain while her audience admired the resulting pattern of blood spots. "And now for the finale," Victoria murmured, more to herself than to the others. The wheel's turn was reversed and it travelled upwards again, once more directly over her tightly clenched anal ring, and directly up the centre of her vagina, wounding her cunt, then her urethra, then piercing the hood of her clitoris by which time her howling cries had passed and she was now insensible to any further abuse. "Let's leave the girl to recover," Victoria told the enthralled and excited audience. "Now! Where's that boy?" Victoria asked. ****** Paul began to sob afresh as he was roughly marched over to the device that Victoria had in mind for his next ordeal. It was a wooden framed cube some ten feet to a side. At foot long intervals along each beam, whether horizontal, vertical, on the floor or at the top, there were metal brackets holding rings. The opportunities for restraining the boy were endless, but Victoria asked that he be tied star-like from it, so he'd be suspended upside down with his arms and legs secured and spread to the sides of the large frame. While the men attended to her wishes, she opened a large box that stood nearby and extracted a number of riding crops. The crops looked exactly the same dark leather with a good flexible rod at which a piece of leather was attached at the end. It was the piece of leather at the end that differed on each crop. On one, the leather was a square shape, roughly an inch across. On others it was an oblong, a star, or a circle. When Paul had been securely fastened, Victoria gave out the crops to her audience and invited them to use them where, and however, they wished. Standing back and beside Miss Bishop who had also elected not to participate, she watched Simon use his crop with relish on Paul's compact little bottom, each stroke leaving a bright mark whose shape was a signature of his making. Miss Park's struck her crop the hardest, the round circle of leather leaving bright spots on his bottom and thighs. Both John and Walter struck with more attention to location, focusing on the boy's inner thighs, bottom and genitals. None of them struck in turn, but whenever they were ready, and Paul therefore sometimes received a number of strokes at the same time, while at other times he received none. The lack of rhythm made his punishment that more wicked and, unable to anticipate when or where the next stroke would come, felt it all the more. His tormentors panted with lust and their faces shone as the sobbing boy shook and yelped, bucked and cried, his body increasingly showing the marks of their strokes. They didn't let up until Victoria stepped forward to call a halt, by which time Paul's bottom, thighs and genitals were a bright and fiery red. His skin was extremely tender, and brought a gasp from him when Victoria ran her nails along his thighs to his cock to roughly caress it, smiling when he squealed in pain. Now! You're not going to go fucking anyone else without permission, are you Paul?" she asked him sweetly. The boy shook his head, sobbing uncontrollably. "Good boy," she told him, squeezing his balls to get another squeal of pain from him, one that had the men laughing. "Let's move on. Put them both on the Wagon Wheels," she urged. ****** Four wagon wheels were positioned in a row on one side of the room, each one a slightly different diameter, each one with it's axel on a vertical post that could be winched up or down at broadly a standing person's waist height. The children were secured on their backs to two of these wheels in such a way that their heads hung over the rim at one end, and with their knees fastened up around their chests, their bottoms, thighs and genitals overhung at the other. Walter and Simon, of similar height, chose Muriel, while Amy and John went to where Paul was strapped down. Amy's face was shining with her excitement as, like the other two, they arbitrarily decided who would start at the head, and who at the loins. In moments, muffled squeals were heard, as the men pushed their cocks in to different orifices. Muriel found a cock roughly entering her cunt while another slid into her mouth and, because of her heads position, into the roof of her gullet. It was Simon, the young man panting as he began fucking the young girl's mouth while, at the same time, watching Walter push his short but thick cock into the girl's tight little cunt. Her cunt bulged out around it as he pushed it into her. Both men, panting with the pleasure of abusing her, stared at the other man's cock slipping in and out of the child. Between them, her pale body bowed, her breasts remaining pudding like on her chest while her belly flattened and rose with each thrust of Walter's cock. Paul screamed as the butler's cock slid slowly into his mouth, the sound ebbing as his mouth and gullet were filled. Amy was licking his little cock, loving the taste of blood before she put her mouth over it to savour the tenderised flesh. Soon, she was bobbing her head up and down on the mutilated cock, sucking and slurping and bringing fresh jerks from the boy as she chewed on his balls. Walter and Simon drew out and, both panting, they turned the wheel, reversing the girl so now Simon faced her pubescent cunt, and Walter her sobbing mouth. While Muriel squealed, Simon slid smoothly into her where he panted within her tight grip, loving the flexing her little cunt made as she struggled, and choked around Walter's thick cock. It did little good. Like John before him, he took a hold of her chin and forced her mouth open, then pushed his cock forward, gasping with delight as her efforts to expel him only served to heighten his pleasure. "Oh yes!" he gasped, while a little further down the room, Amy and John had followed their lead and had turned Paul on his wheel. Now Amy quickly hiked her skirts up and, rising on her toes, pushed herself astride the boy's face and squirmed delightedly as his mouth worked on her sodden cunt. While loving the feel of his mouth on her cunt, she further enjoyed watching the butler ease his long cock into the lad's anus, sliding it remorsefully inwards and causing the boy to scream directly into her cunt. While the four employed the children so fully, Anne picked up one of the discarded crops and made her way between the children, choosing her moment carefully before laying the crop upon their bellies or, in Muriel's case, upon her budding breasts. There was a particular pleasure in seeing the children jerk when the crop landed, and hearing a fresh wail come from them, half dampened by the cocks so firmly lodged in their unwilling mouths. However much they would have liked the pleasures to go on and on, the inevitable occurred, beginning with Walter who, at that time embedded in Muriel's mouth, pulled his cock out to gasp with delight and then inundated her little face with his pearly seed. Amy followed, stretching atop Paul's face and crying out as she spent upon it, the muscles of her thighs twitching uncontrollably causing her to slide her cunt over his face as she spent. John looked like he was grinning as his lips peeled from his teeth with the intense pleasure of his ejaculation. Already tightly encased in the boy's anus, he held the boy's balls and squeezed as, deep in the boy's bowels, he spurted his seed. Simon was last, and loudest, pushing hardest into Muriel's little cunt to explode deep within her, thrusting with each explosion of seed before staggering back, recovering his breath. "There," Victoria murmured, going to the girl to watch her brother's seed slowly leak from Muriel's little inflamed cunt. "Let that be a lesson to you both," she said, admiring their tortured little bodies and their sore and abused genitals. "Right! Take them up to the Grange," Victoria told the men. Satisfied that they had learnt their lesson, it was agreed that Miss Bishop would use her expert hands to slowly heal their wounds before returning them to the Priory in a few days time. "It will be so much more enjoyable, abusing them again now that they know just how painful it can be," Victoria told the others, her smile truly sadistic.

INHERITANCE A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the First World War Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, mast and bdsm Chapter 6, Cruel Games The following morning, Victoria wandered up to the priory to tell the staff that Abigail would be remaining at the Grange. Abigail's eagerness to please her, surprised Victoria so much, that she had decided to let the little tart join Jeremy and Hannah in her little harem. When Victoria arrived, Miss Baker was in the office watching over the children who were playing outside, whilst Miss Park taught the others in the classroom. "So! How are they behaving?" Victoria asked as she slowly pulled off her white silk gloves and moved closer to the office window to watch the children playing out in the garden. "Oh! Surprisingly well," Louisa murmured. "They seem quite agreeable to their morning enemas, and the powerful water jets always make the boy's cocks stand to attention. We've ignored them of course, as you advised," Louisa told her. Victoria nodded, as she watched two boys shooting at each other with imaginary guns while a lone girl sat on the swing, humming softly to herself as she looked out over the countryside. "So, they're behaving themselves," Victoria said disappointedly. "Amy may have some naughty children in her class, or we could always make things up," Louisa suggested. Victoria shook her head as she watched Simon approach the priory, his pace slowed by his bad leg, which he protected with a stout walking stick. "Good morning," Simon said, as Louisa hurriedly curtsied, blushing hotly. "It would seem that they are behaving themselves," Victoria told him sourly. "Oh! Can't we make something up?" he asked. "No! I want them striving to satisfy me, not constantly afraid I'll pick them on a whim," she explained. "Ah, mother's ideas," Simon nodded sagely. "What are we going to do then?" Louisa asked. Victoria bit her lip, turning from the others in an attempt to hide her confusion. She wished that Anne was there to help guide her, but she had elected to stay and look after Abigail, Hannah and Jeremy, who were showing signs of exhaustion, after their long night of abuse. Victoria needed to find her own solution to the problem, and it came to her just when she thought there was nothing to be done. Grinning with her inspiration, she walked across to the cupboard and searched the shelves for the special device that Anne had placed in there some days before, and found it on the bottom self. It looked much like a medieval saddle that the knights of old used and was made of fine leather, with a seat that was far from smooth, and it narrowed in the middle from having half circles cut from its edges. It had a back plate rising from it that was plain and unadorned, and a front plate into which a hole had been drilled. It also had a pair of stirrups, to help the rider keep their momentum and position. "What is it?" Simon asked, taking it from her to turn it over and sit it on the table, the shorter back plate meaning the base plate sloped steeply downwards at one end. Victoria turned it over and placed it on the edge of the table. "It's a masturbation saddle," she told them. "The boys have to sit astride the saddle, with their cock's through the hole," she told him. "Then they have to ride without slowing or stopping and without spending, for a whole minute," she told them. She grew breathless at the thought of it; training young boys to last for minutes, if not hours, pumping away vigorously at her, giving her multiple orgasms before finally inundating her with their hot seed. "What about the girls?" Simon asked. "Feel," Victoria offered, sliding her fingers over the saddle. Simon's eyes widened as he felt the unforgiving ridges just under the surface of the leather, hidden from casual eyes but would definitely be felt by anyone riding it. "Oh yes," he breathed, imagining the girl's riding it and thrusting their little cunt's back and forth with ever increasing speed. "The girls will have to orgasm at least twice, during their allotted time of five minutes, or they will be whipped. The boys will have to avoid spending during their allotted time of one minute, or they too will be whipped," Victoria announced. "What are we waiting for? Let's try it out!" Simon said eagerly. "Girl or a boy?" Louisa asked. "One of the boys!" Victoria told her. Simon frowned, wanting a girl. He kept his silence though, waiting while Miss Baker went out to choose one of the boys, then drag him reluctantly back with her. As the boy was brought in, he bit his lip and timidly knuckled his forehead, his nervousness growing under the intense gaze of his benefactors. "How old are you?" Simon asked, his interest growing now the boy was nearby. "Thirteen Sir," he answered, his accent as thick as the London smog. "What's your name?" Victoria asked. "William, Miss. My Mum said I was the best carrier in Whitechapel," he told her proudly. "Well, I've got a sixpence here, that says he can't ride this saddle for longer than a minute," Simon vowed. "And I say he can. So I'll give him a whole shilling for proving it to me," Victoria vowed, pulling the shiny coin from her pocket and watching as his eyes lit up. It would take a boy William's age a whole week to earn that on the streets, carrying for the tradesmen. "Want to try, William?" she whispered, edging him on. "Oh, yes! What have I got to do?" he asked, excitement shinning from his face. "It's very naughty," she told him, smiling slyly at the boy. "You have to remove all your clothes," Simon told him. "Then you have to sit on this saddle, with your feet in the stirrups and your cock through the hole," Miss Baker added. "Then you have to masturbate without spending, for a whole minute," Victoria explained, pretending it was the most casual thing to do. "Do you think that you could do that, William?" Simon asked him. William looked very nervous, glancing at the three adults as he tried to gauge whether it was a trick or not. "It's not a trick," Victoria assured him. "A whole shilling if you don't spend," she reminded him, holding it up before his large round eyes and grinning playfully at him. "You won't punish me for being rude?" he asked. "No! But I will if you don't," she warned. "I'll try then, Sir," William answered, glancing at the adults, no doubt wondering if it wasn't a just a cruel game they were playing with him. "Shall we place it where it will be easier to mount?" Miss Baker suggested. "It's designed to fit the punishment horse," Victoria pointed out. William was bright faced, as he watched the device being placed upon the punishment horse, and held in position by a girth strap that had been passed tightly underneath. Once more, all three adults watched as William timidly removed his clothes to stand naked in front of them, his hands trying to cover his genitals. "Show us your cock, boy!" Simon called. William blushed and drew his hands away, his face burning as three sets of eyes devoured his cock, as it lay, uncircumcised, above his tightly risen little ball sack. Simon looked at his cock excitedly wanting to roughly stroke it into hardness before whipping his handsome bottom. Louisa wanted to make it hard, as hard as it could get, rubbing it harshly, making the skin glow, making it swell and throb and jerk to the lightest touch, no matter what the boy felt. Victoria imagined it rampant, sliding into her cunt, and spreading her anus wide, the steady pumping driving her to ecstasy, going on and on, in and out of her without stopping. "Mount!" Victoria ordered. Moving forward with him, holding his shoulder and feeling his firm young skin under her fingers, she watched him mount the saddle and place his feet in the stirrups, only to start squirming in an effort to find a comfortable position. "Stop that!" Victoria shouted; reaching down to take a firm hold of his cock. "We need you hard," Victoria said, smiling into his bright face as she roughly pulled his foreskin back. Three pulls and his cock started to harden, the boy licking his lips and burning brightly. The flesh stretched over the core of his cock, dragging the foreskin from the tender tip and exposing the little eye for all to see. "Good boy!" Miss Baker told him. "You have a handsome cock, William," Victoria whispered in his ear, feeding on his pride to help increase his pleasure. He gazed at her adoringly and leant back, letting her masturbate him into complete stiffness. She stroked it one last time to ensure that he was fully erect and then squeezed his balls to get his attention. "Now remember! You must place your cock through the hole and when the signal is given, slide it back and forth without stopping for a whole minute without spending," Victoria told him. "Remember! If you spend you will be whipped," she announced. William's face was a picture of youthful excitement. Victoria steered his cock through the hole, then licking his lips, he began to ride, doing his best to ignore the rough leather that rubbed against his bottom, distracting him from the task. Those watching licked their lips and masked their rising pleasure as William's cock was drawn back and forth through the hole at a steady pace that was obviously pleasurable to the boy. Now and then his cock would jerk upwards and swell threateningly, but he didn't spend. Simon counted the seconds on his pocket watch. Thirty seconds went by and William had begun to pant, his eyes glazed as he thrust his arching cock back and forth. Forty, and the boy had taken a double grip of the front plate to help him jerk his cock in and out of the hole. Fifty seconds and they could sense his nearness. "Don't slow down William!" Simon warned. William groaned but kept up the pace, fighting against the constant urge to let his release happen. Louisa stared at William's handsome cock and imagined it being even more harshly abused. She enjoyed using stiff scrubbing brushes on the children's genitals during morning ablutions, and rubbing in burning salves, under the pretext of trying to soothe them. "Sixty!" Simon announced disgustedly. "Good boy! Miss Baker announced, smiling at William whose face shone with a fine film of perspiration. "You have earned yourself an extra prize, William," Victoria said, as she laid her lips gently upon his, savouring the tender kiss. Taking his cock in her hands, she curled her fingers around until her nails bit into the flesh behind its swollen head. William stiffened and cried out, the pain of his mistress's nails shooting swiftly into his groin and with it came the release he'd been so desperate to prevent. Eyes and mouth hanging wide, he shook with the strange experience of reaching an ejaculation in the middle of pain, every muscle taut as, fed on the agony of having his cock pierced by her nails, his forced release engulfed him. Sperm raced upwards, burning him like never before and he screamed in pain and joy, transfixed on her hand while he came and came and came, a never before experienced pleasure that left him totally empty and breathless afterwards. "Now! Can we try a girl?" Simon asked eagerly. ****** Miss Baker went outside and then returned with the little girl who had been sitting on the swing. As William had done before her, the little girl looked nervously at the strange device. "What's your name?" Simon asked. "Rose, Sir" she said softly. "How old are you?" Victoria asked her with a smile. "Eleven, Miss" Rose answered. "William has just been showing us how big and strong he is, and he has earned himself a shilling," Miss Baker told her. "Would you like to earn a shilling? Victoria said, holding out the shiny coin for Rose to see. "Will it hurt, Miss?" Rose asked nervously, glancing at the adults and at William who was still naked and showing signs of his ordeal. Victoria laughed and shook her head, her smile aimed at trying to relax the clearly frightened child. "We have a bet you see," she explained, pointing to Simon. "I think that girls are better than boys. He thinks otherwise," she chuckled. Rose squared her shoulders. Everyone knew girls were far better than boys, unless it came to being a bully and fighting of course. "There's a little game we want you to play, and then we can see who played it better; you or William," Miss Baker explained. "But William's bigger than me," Rose said defensively. "Sometimes, bigger isn't always better," Victoria told Rose as she knelt before her. Rose considered that and nodded. "What do I have to do?" she asked. "Well! You have to undress," Victoria said. "But that's naughty!" Rose mumbled burning brightly when she saw the attention she was getting from the adults. "Naughty or not, you will allow me to undress you!" Victoria told the little tart. Rose obeyed and let Victoria undress her, as Simon gazed adoringly at the girl, moving slightly to one side so his eyes could slide between her thighs and feast upon her sweet little cunt, nestled between pale young thighs. "What a pretty girl," Simon breathed. Victoria agreed. "Now! You have sit on this saddle with your feet in these stirrups and masturbate for five minutes," Miss Baker explained. "Can you do that, Rose?" Victoria asked. "I'll try Miss," Rose said, as she looked nervously at the strange device, wondering how unearth she was going to stay on it. "Mount!" Victoria ordered. Miss Baker helped Rose to mount the saddle and place her feet in the stirrups, but settling her little bottom down onto the rough saddle, proved much more difficult. "What's the matter?" Victoria asked, as she began to squirm. "It's making me feel funny, Miss," Rose said innocently. Her unintentional squirming had altered slightly and her motion was already more front to back and forward again, rather than from side to side. Looking more closely, Victoria and Simon could see that her labia had been drawn apart and the ridges under the leather were now pressing directly on the tender flesh within her cunt, including the fleshy hood of her clitoris. "That's the game! You have to masturbate for a whole five minutes," Victoria told her. "Like this?" Rose asked, her little mouth hanging open as she rubbed her little bottom back and forth in the saddle, her breath catching as the violent sensations swept up into her loins. "That's it! Faster," Victoria urged, as she watched Rose frantically rub her little cunt back and forth on the ribbed saddle. Rose's growing excitement communicated to them, and they watched with quickly beating hearts as the child stopped riding to sit and shake, having experiencing her first orgasm. Victoria gave her a few moments to gain her breath, and then urged her back into motion with a few hard smacks on her bottom. The second orgasm brought a little squeal from Rose, her body arched to press the front of her cunt deep into the saddle where she shook with bliss, a look of surprised delight on her face. They let her shake, loving the open view they had of such a young girl pleasuring herself, then goaded her to ride once more back and forth, now that the saddle was made slippery with her juices. She whimpered as she neared her third orgasm, fighting to get there against the growing soreness within her cunt, bumping and grinding, sobbing in her efforts, needing it, and yet not achieving it. "Good girl!" Miss Baker said, the minute now over. "We need to inspect you now!" Victoria murmured, her own excitement seeping from her as she helped Louisa to arrange the girl on top of the table, with her legs raised and spread so that her moist little cunt and anus could be examined. Simon looked excitingly at her sore, open and gleaming cunt, which was so prettily displayed between her ivory thighs. The girl's raw inner flesh excited them just as much as the smallness of her vagina, or the obvious virginity of her anus that now peeked so cutely from between her parted bottom cheeks. Simon spread his hand on her abdomen and, with just his thumb, pulled on her rounded pubis, drawing the flesh up to expose the burning pink tip of her clitoris. Victoria reached out, her finger lying upon the moist entrance to Rose's vagina, her thumb pushing between her bottom cheeks to feel her corrugated anus. Rose gasped and looked between her thighs at them, her body shaking with excitement and fear. "Good Girl! Victoria told her. Rose whimpered, and then smiled. Simon pulled on her flesh a little bit further and Victoria rubbed and pressed, watching her little cunt as she brought on another orgasm, her breath held with her own sudden spark as she watched and felt Rose come under her fingers. Their eyes met across the arched torso of the young girl, the need of both unsaid but well recognised. "Let's just hope that Amy has some naughty children in her class," Victoria murmured. ****** Miss Parks had been keeping a note of the children's misbehaviour in a punishment book ever since they had arrived. She recited aloud each entry as she wrote it, and made notes of the child's reactions. She put stars beside each entry to indicate how severe the punishment should be, and any cockiness earned them more stars. Amy hoped that that Victoria and Simon would punish the children at a set time, and allow Louisa and herself to participate. When Victoria entered the classroom, she drew Miss Park's aside to explain what she wanted. With a nod of understanding Amy showed her the punishment book, while the children looked on nervously. Despite it only being the first full day at the priory, there were already a half dozen names in the book. With an explanation of what the stars meant, Victoria looked down the list of misdemeanours to see that two children, a girl and a boy, had already got five stars beside their names. "These two!" Victoria said, pointing to the children with five stars. "Heather! Stand up," Miss Park ordered. A pretty girl of twelve stood up, her tunic stretched so tightly over her little breasts that her nipples were outlined. The arrogance that the girl had shown earlier was now gone, a look of sheer nervousness replacing it. "James! Stand up," Miss Park ordered. A handsome boy of thirteen stood up, licked his lips and clasping his hands tightly behind his back, hoping that his shaking wouldn't show. Victoria looked at them trying to decide between them. She knew that Simon would prefer the girl, and she fancied the boy, the game with young William having put her in the mood to punish him severely. "Follow me!" Victoria demanded. As they left the classroom, Victoria smiled excitedly as she saw the worried expressions on the other children's faces. Their turn would soon come she promised herself. The boy and girl looked at each other, then meekly followed, both knowing with deep dread that they had no alternative but to obey. Occasionally, they glanced at each other, each wanting to ask what the other expected, but both too nervous to say anything. They walked in silence, finally crossing the short drawbridge before walking under the gate-tower, then over the neatly mowed lawn to the entrance to the crypt itself. Mr Marks, the butler let them in, idly inquiring if Sir and Madam had had a pleasant visit to the priory. "Oh yes!" Simon said, giving him his scarf. "Please let everyone know that we are not to be disturbed," he told the old man, reaching into the umbrella stand to pull out a wicked looking cane. With James and Heather nervously watching, he tested it through the air, then passed it to Victoria so he could select another. As Simon tested this one, the children quivered with fright, as they started to realise that they were meant for them. "I'll also need some rope," Victoria told Simon casually, pushing the two terrorised children forward. "I put some in there the other day," Simon told her. Licking his lips he gazed avidly at Heather who looked divine with her mouth curled up and with her first tears running down her cheeks. Victoria pushed the children further towards the back of the crypt, and the boy started to weep too, a soft crying that further excited his tormentors. From wood and brick, they moved to the older building where limestone dominated. The stone intimidated the two already frightened children and they pressed up against each other for comfort. They were quickly moved down the steep stairs and into what was the oldest part of the building. The large round stone room had narrow windows set in the stone, the glass coloured in blues, yellows and reds. To add to the dim light, new electric bulbs flickered from the old metal brands, keeping the mood dark and frightening. On the walls were plaques of stone, brass and lead that told of the person buried behind it while, on the floor around the central space, stood stone coffins on which the person's effigy lay, in loving white marble for the women, cold and dark bronze for the men. Both children wept openly as they were pushed into the open space of the room, and Heather turned to throw herself at her mistress's feet, offering to do anything, to stop her using that wicked looking cane. Victoria, uncoiling a length of rope, knelt to hold the girl's chin and lifted it until they stared at one another, eye to eye. "Now! Remove your clothes. Both of you," Victoria ordered them. Simon came up behind Victoria and groaned. His hands slid about her waist, pressing into her form through the light silk of her bodice. "Don't they look divine?" Simon asked softly, as he inhaled her scent and drew her back against him so she would feel his erection against her lower back. "I'm going to tie them, face to face," Victoria told him, wishing she could give in to him, bend forward and invite him to fill her. She pushed the thought aside. He wasn't going to take her; she was going to take him. Her terms, she kept repeating, remembering her mother's whispered words late at night, after pain and pleasure had left her exhausted. Sniffing and weeping, the children finished undressing and blushed hotly as they straightened, their genitals hidden by their hands. "Oh! This is going to be so good," Simon breathed, holding one end of the rope in his hand as he approached the now trembling, and sobbing girl. Victoria did the same with the boy, smiling as she softly told him to put his hands on his head. Simon ordered Heather to do the same, and then they were both turned to face each other, so that they could be tied in position. "It's a shame that you don't appreciate Heather's loveliness," Simon remarked, noting his flaccid cock. Tying him up, he looked excitedly at the pretty little girl, her breasts now pulled much higher by her raised arms. Her belly had sunk inwards with her stretching and the rise of her pubis was that more notable, by it's smooth curve from between her slender thighs to the apex of her hairless cunt. "We'll have to give him some incentive," she suggested, gazing at his flaccid cock and imagining all sorts of remedies. With Heather nervous of the rope wrapped about her neck, Victoria pushed her closer to James and reached round her to begin roughly stroking and rubbing her breasts and nipples. With a sob she twisted to escape the touch, then shook as she felt Victoria behind her. "Did you just twist away from me?" she asked, her casual voice dripping with venom. "No, no, I didn't mean to," Heather blurted, her eyes pleading for the woman to believe her. Victoria used the girl's hair to drag her head back, the smile fixed on her face as she captured her little breasts again; this time to squeeze them while the girl shook and wept. Satisfied, she ran her hand down her back and then between her bottom cheeks to caress the slender lips of her cunt. Heather wept, unable to do anything else but shake. Miss Victoria's fingers were so knowing, unfurling her, probing and examining, finding out that she wasn't a virgin. She wailed, knowing that the woman knew that she was well practiced, her mother having taught her at a young age to help with her income. "Well, well," Victoria laughed. Her thumb eased itself in and out, the girl schooling her anus to remain still and open. "So you're just a tart," Victoria chided. Simon grinned and reached down to fondle James's cock, stroking it in the way he would his own. "Did you hear that James? How do you fancy fucking the little tart?" he asked. James grunted and pulled a face, his cock now beginning to harden with Simon's slow masturbation, driving his breath to quicken. "I can see that we are going to have to broaden your appetites," he laughed, and with Victoria doing the same, he used the rope to pull them together. "Leave the rope loose about their hips," Victoria panted. Simon nodded and imagined it; their young loins working against each other, perhaps the girl trying to evade his cock, while the boy just jerked wantonly, both their bottoms and thighs dancing wildly under the canes. In a few moments the children were completely bound together, elbow to elbow keeping their faces together, a winding about their chests forcing her nipples to press into his chest. Knee against knee, hers were placed on the outside of his, while their feet were pushed heel to heel behind each others. They swayed, threatening to fall until Simon looped a final length from their wrists to a hook in the high vaulted ceiling. While he completed the job, Victoria used some other rope as a gag, forcing the broad hemp between their teeth so they couldn't talk to each other. "Shall we let them fuck now?" he asked. Both children were looking deep into each other's eyes, trying to communicate while his cock rubbed up against her sunken belly and she tried squirming to avoid it. "Hold her from behind," Victoria told him, and then reached between their bodies to grab hold of the boy's cock. Both youngsters squealed into their gags, their eyes still wider as they begged her not to hurt them. Victoria smiled at them, and forced the head of his cock downwards, making him cry out, before it was pushed between her legs. It was Heather's turn to scream and cry now, as she felt the burning wand between her legs. With her knees on the outside of the boy's, she couldn't close her legs, and with Master Simon behind her, squeezing her bottom and pushing her forward, she couldn't escape the probing. She wailed, knowing total defeat as Miss Victoria guided James's cock into to her. It throbbed and burnt, soliciting an answering throb from her little body, despite her terror. "Now! Be sure she doesn't wriggle," Victoria warned. She picked up her cane and flexed it in her hands, grinning once more at the terrorised children. Heather, held still by Simon, looked at her and wept. James squealed and shook, his eyes fastened on the cane that he knew would soon be used on his bottom. The cane rose, hesitated, and then flew down, whistling through the air on its way to his defenceless bottom. On landing, it brought a loud howl of pain through his gag and a forward jerk of his loins. His bottom clenched, his loins met those of Heather, driving into her unprepared cunt, forcing her cunt apart and half filling her with his throbbing cock. The bright hot pain of the cane battled with the exquisite feel of Heather's cunt squeezing his cock, working on it in an effort to rid herself of it and, as he relaxed from the cane stroke, so he slid a little out of her, leaving her to pant and cry, her eyes averted from his own. "Bet that was nice?" Simon teased little Heather, as he squeezed and fondling her pert little bottom. "Push your finger in her bottom. She's just a little tart; and will be very accommodating," Victoria told Simon, her breath now easing from the pleasure of having just struck the boy and driven him into the girl. As Heather squealed, her head thrown back by the slide of Simon's finger deep into her anus, Victoria brought the cane down again, delivering a second harsh blow across the tight cheeks of the boy's bottom, once again driving him into the tight hot cunt of the girl. Her squeal was raised an octave, and she wriggled in her bonds with cock and finger causing a double impalement of her body. James sobbed and panted. The immediate all consuming pain of the cane went quickly, leaving a tingling heat that could be ignored in preference for the feel of his hard cock up her tight cunt. He moaned as he felt himself slip nearly out of her, then suddenly the cane had landed and, with a loud cry into his gag, he was driven into her again, pushed upwards where her cunt then squeezed him. Victoria sucked in her breath, and delivered another searing stroke, loving the boy's reaction, loving the squeal of the girl as his cock shot into her again, loving the fresh line she created that rose and coloured, drops of blood appearing where the lines crossed. Victoria stopped to stroke his lovely bottom, then feeling between his thighs, to slide a finger along his jerking cock to where it was buried in her moist and tight little vagina. "Her anus is lovely and smooth," Simon said, panting as he looked at his sister and swivelled his finger deep in the young girl's bottom. "Let's change positions," Victoria suggested. Simon grinned and kissed the sobbing girl's shoulder as he eased his finger from her bottom. He then hurried round to the boy, his breath catching as he saw the welts Victoria's cane had caused. "Oh yes!" he hissed, taking possession of the boy's bottom cheeks to begin tracing the welts and groaning with delight. Heather watched as the two adults walked around them and felt dread flow into her. She began to cry again, shaking her head and looking beseechingly up at Victoria. Victoria smiled and dropped her mouth to lick away the girl's salty tears, her hand caressing the child's delicious bottom, to feel its smoothness before caning her. "You are going to scream!" she told her. Heather cried miserably, her terror blinding her to the boy's forward thrust as Simon pushed his finger deep into the boy's anus. Stepping away, Victoria now concentrated on the girl's lovely little bottom, and then swung the cane. It landed suddenly, cutting deep before springing back, and the girl howled, her body arched against that of the boy. Pelvis pressed to pelvis, boy and girl squirmed and panted, neither sure whether it was going to be pain or pleasure, only sure that they were driven to it, unable to do anything else but work their loins together. Simon's finger pushed and pulled, never gentle, never still. It drove upwards and pushed the boy's loins forward, sliding his cock into the moist and now prepared channel of the girl's cunt. The cane rose and landed, sculpturing bottom flesh, cutting, lining, forcing the girl to meet the thrusts of the boy, to welcome his cock in preference to the awful pain in her bottom. Victoria and Simon moved around them, watching them, drawing pleasure from their pain and confusion. Simon knelt down to peel their bottom cheeks apart to look at their anuses, and to lick their welts before choosing one finger or two to push deep into their tender rectums. Victoria stroked their welts, then stood back to add to their beauty with further strokes, each one taking her breath, each one communicating directly with her own cunt. Now that their positions had changed, Simon used his left arm to strike across those welts cause by Victoria's right. Even with the rope gags, their howls filled the small crypt while their young bodies danced, jerking and humping as they endeavoured to absorb the pain caused by the caning with their limited ability to fuck. Victoria knelt as Simon had done, to better see the impalement of their bottoms. The boy's jerks, his thrusts of his cock, were with the rhythm of the cane and not of his choosing, and yet his breath told them he was close to coming. Fingering the girl, Victoria loved the way her bottom widened at the touch of her fingers, relaxing and spreading, welcoming her buggery. Sliding her fingers into the child's anus, she could feel his hard cock through the membrane dividing her anus from her vagina, as it pulsed and slid, eagerly wanting. They moved position again, Victoria to James, Simon to Heather. Victoria thrust her fingers deep into his anus and pressed downward on his prostate. The boy's reaction was almost immediate, crying out with unrestrained bliss and jerking forward as he spurted his hot seed into the girl. Simon, unaware of James's spending into Heather's cunt, delivered yet another harsh stroke, this time low, at the base of her bottom, aimed to make her stretch, scream and arch in agony. Heather screamed into her gag and, unable to do anything but hang from her bonds, let her hot urine escape. It splashed over James's cock and flowed down both their legs, bright yellow water that burnt with its heat, spurting uncontrollably while she wept and shook. Sensing both children were done, brother and sister stopped and drew back, both panting with excitement more than excursion. Their eyes met, the two weeping, panting children hanging between them. "I need some relief," Simon breathed. "Take the boy. I want to see you bugger him," Victoria answered, her legs trembling at the thought of the boy's tight anus being forced apart. "What will you do?" he asked. Victoria looked at the girl and licked her lips, imagining the taste of her cunt, now rich with the child's urine. The urge to sit on her face filled her with excitement. "Heather! Is going to be my little tart. Aren't you?" Victoria said with a smile. "Yes! I'll try Miss!" Heather whimpered. ****** The children were both arranged on burial plinths, the boy sobbing loudly as he was bent over the edge, and tied down sufficiently to be accessible for Simon, yet allowing movement, enough to be exciting. Heather was placed on her back on one the flat plinths, her legs bent to her chest and spread wide, her only bonds being that of the terror that Victoria had instilled upon her should she move out of position. With that threat hanging over her, Heather lay back and listened in dread to James's taking. She was too afraid to turn her head to watch, and just lay they're on the stone platform, the cold stone a comfort to her sore bottom, listening to the two terrible adults working together to rape the boy. Tears rolled down her cheeks in sympathy as, staring at the vaulted ceiling, she heard Simon grunt and gasp and the boy begin to cry out in ever-louder screams as he was buggered. Their gags having been removed, James's cries shook through her. She dared to look and turned away quickly. Her eyes open or closed, she relived the one glimpse she'd received, that of Miss Victoria holding his bottom cheeks apart, as Master Simon's pushed his cock into his tender bottom. The crying went on and on. Heather could imagine it occurring with each thrust. She cried for him, waking from it when her chin was taken and her eyes forced to meet those of Miss Victoria. "Please don't hurt me," Heather sobbed. "I've given you pain! Now it's your turn to give me pleasure," she told the child with a smile. Victoria undid her skirt, knowing that Simon was watching even as he was buggering the boy. She could feel his eyes on her bottom as her skirt was left to drop away, the round cheeks encased in rich silk that cut deep and moulded. "I don't understand Miss," Heather whimpered, drawing the courage to turn her head and watch Victoria remove her knickers, even with her brother staring at her from a few feet away. Her breath caught as she saw Victoria's cunt, her pubis as bald as hers, her flesh as pink and smooth as her own, if not more so. "You don't need to understand," Victoria told the girl, a hint of a smile showing as she climbed up on the plinth beside the prone girl and nimbly swung a leg over her face. "Miss?" Heather groaned, her eyes wide on the woman's flesh, directly above her face. She sobbed, unable to breathe or move as, right above her, her mistress was using her fingers to spread herself. The musk of womanly excitement struck her, and then it was lowering, sliding down with the further parting of her thighs. Heather had one chance to cry out, and then her face was squashed between the hard plinth and the fleshy folds of the woman's cunt. "No!" she cried out, revolted by the womanly contact. Victoria gasped with delight and leant a little more forward, forcing her clitoris to be pressed against the girl's chin. A strong delight flooded her, and her cunt opened to seep her hot slippery juice. The girl cried out again into her crotch, a lovely cry that vibrated all the way up her belly. Heather's legs tried closing, but Victoria quickly placed her hands on each knee and used her weight to force the knees down, pulling apart the child's lovely pink little cunt. Like a woman dying of thirst, Victoria dropped her mouth to Heather's bright little slit, licking her flavour and purring with delight at its taste. Her tongue slid through the moist slit, circling round the long shaft of her nubile clitoris before digging deep into her tight little cunt. Each lick brought fresh cries from the girl. Having satisfied herself with the child's flavour, Victoria straightened and then legs spread, ground her cunt down on the girl's face, sobbing with delight as the tender flesh was assaulted. She squirmed and panted on Heather's chin and nose, and shook each time the girl cried out, pressing her cunt or clit directly on the child's open mouth to quiver with delight at the feeling of it. She orgasmed repeatedly, biting her lip and shaking with pleasure, masking her eruptions as much as possible from her brother. That is until at last, she was unable to hold it any longer, and she raised herself an inch or so from the girl's face and, sighing with relief, let her urine gush. It splashed across Heather's face, drowning her cry of anguish. The spray coated her thighs in lovely warmth and, leaning back, she let her brother see it arching out of her to strike and soak the child's little breasts. Simon thrust one last time into the sobbing boy, and with a strangled cry, felt himself explode, his body jerking to the climatic surge of seed surging through his body to erupt into the boy's rectum. On and on he came, staring at his sister pissing over the girl, and staring at the gleaming little cunt he so desperately wanted to ravish.

INHERITANCE A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the First World War Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, sm and incest Chapter 5, Abigail Williams It couldn't have been an easy journey from London for these children, but that didn't concern Victoria, who was just pleased that they had finally arrived. The children stood in two rows, the boys on the left, the girls on the right, and were listening to Simon's welcoming speech, whilst their new teachers, Miss Baker and Miss Park eagerly made notes of any disobedience. This gave Victoria the perfect opportunity to look them over and to wonder what they would look like naked; their limbs tied wide apart and struggling to cope with the pain and pleasure they were going to have to endure. Victoria could feel all the excitement of this new venture starting to build inside her, and could also see the same thing happening to her brother. But she felt nervousness too, a nervousness that came from having to rely upon others to keep the clandestine activities at Birchwood Grange a secret. What is worth it she wondered? Her eyes wondered along the two rows of children and stopped when she came across a very pretty, but precocious looking little girl. Unlike the others who wore ragged clothes, she looked much better kept and carried a rag doll, something the others looked upon with expressions ranging from scorn to envy. Looking down the list, she read the scribbled notes beside her name and calculated that she must be Abigail Williams. At twelve, she had been made an orphan, when her mother committed suicide rather than face life without her husband, now dead in the trenches. The other children all came from much poorer districts of London and looked as if they'd had a harsh life, but not Abigail Williams, who was acting like a proper little lady. When Simon had finished his welcome speech, Victoria looked directly into their frightened eyes, almost as if she was challenging them to disobey her. "Now listen to me very carefully!" Victoria said. "Here at Birchwood Grange you will be fed, clothed and educated, but mark my words, if you disobey, you will be punished," she told them, her eyes as cold as ice. "Do you understand?" Victoria asked them sharply. "Yes Miss," the children chorused. A real sense of excitement started to build inside Victoria as she listened to their nervous reply, and from her knowledge, that due to the sadistic nature of the staff, they didn't have to disobey, in order to be cruelly punished. "Right! Boys with me, girls with Miss Baker," Miss Park ordered. As their teachers escorted them into the priory, Simon and Victoria withdrew discreetly upstairs to the special storeroom that Anne had recommended be conveniently built in-between the dormitories and the bathrooms. The storeroom, had six spy holes in total; two on the far wall that looked into each of the dormitories, depending on which you put your eye to, left or right, and four more, two on each wall with the two on the left looking into the boys bathroom, and the two on the other wall, the girls bathroom. They watched as the children were escorted into their dormitories and assigned a sturdy cast iron bed each, which they had to stand at the end of and await further instructions. Just looking at the children and imagining all the things that could and would be happing to them, caused Simon and Victoria to pant with excitement. "Which do you want first, a girl or a boy?" Victoria asked in a hot whisper. Simon had his eye to the girl's dormitory spy hole and was admiring all their girlish forms. "Oh! A girl of course," he told her, breathless with excitement. Victoria did too, she decided. The boys would take longer to train, to have them become the perfect slaves to her passions, and able to hold their erections long enough to pleasure her. The girls, from her experience, would do anything to avoid being punished. Through her peep hole, she could see the boy's undress and put their clothes in a large hamper before stepping obediently back to the end of their bed, covering themselves with their hands before being told sharply to stand to attention again. Their cocks and balls dangled enticingly, some starting to erect from to the cold, some completely hairless, and a few had a splattering of hairs that would have to be pulled out. As they were marched into the bathroom, Victoria's thighs tightened as she caught of brief glimpse of their handsome little bottoms, as yet unmarked by any punishment. Moving to one of the side peepholes, she tried not to breathe quite so loudly as she listened to Miss Park explain to them just how she intended to ensure that they were clean and healthy. Their little faces soon turned from pale to flushed, then pale again, as they eyed all the fittings and apparatus. Both bathrooms were covered with wall-to-wall white tiling that made them appear much larger than they really were. There were no toilets; only scary looking enema apparatus with long tubes and large nozzles hanging on the back wall, a solid metal beam running lengthwise, and a sloping floor that had several grilled drains. Built into the ceilings, walls and floors of the bathrooms were tiny holes through which powerful jets of warm water was forced, designed to give their genitals a through cleansing. Victoria tore her eyes from the boy's bathroom and hurried across to the spare peephole on the far wall, licking her lips as she saw the girls being marched into their bathroom, breasts sprouting from some, and all their nipples hard from the cold. Only Abigail welcomed the water, as she was the only one to have been brought up with the luxury of a bathroom. Their frantic squeals fell on deaf ears, as Louisa pulled out any pubic hairs, and then washed and scrubbed their struggling little bodies. Victoria reluctantly took her eyes from the peephole, knowing she'd miss them being pushed over the beam, and the enema solution forced deep into their lovely little bottoms. She slid over to her brother, and ran her hands down his broad back, grinning as he groaned. "They are so lovely, and so trusting!" he breathed. The first girl was taken and pushed over the waiting beam, and once there, Miss Baker made her take a quart of warm soapy solution, and then under the threat of being punished hold it in for a full five minutes before expelling the solution. Simon enjoyed watching them as they desperately tried to avoid being punished, and seeing how their lovely breasts held their shape, even as they were turned over the beam. Victoria knelt and carefully unbuttoned her brother, releasing his stout cock. "They excite you! Don't they?" she asked. She now held him, and felt underneath for his balls, her delight growing as she felt how large and full they were. "Oh yes! They're such little tarts!" Simon breathed. They stood under the jets again after their enemas, stroking flesh that looked so smooth and so translucent that he could make out the small blue veins running just under the surface. Victoria's warm hands slid around his cock and held it still while warm lips slid over the head to gently kiss it, and then moisten it with her tongue. Simon groaned, his breath quickening, as he felt his sister begin to mouth his cock. "What are they doing now?" she asked, removing her mouth from his cock for a moment. "They're soaping themselves," he breathed. "Miss Baker has told them to use their fingers to make sure they're thoroughly clean," he panted. Right in front of his eyes, the girls were using their soapy fingers between their thighs and bottoms to clean their genitals. The taste of her brother's cock was swallowed and Victoria took more in her mouth, wanting the strong flavour and sucking her breath in through her nose as she imagined the scene. Miss Baker smiled, as she watched the girls' masturbate themselves, and all under the pretext of keeping themselves clean. Simon gasped and looked away, closing his eyes as Victoria sucked his seed from his cock, and licked until he grew soft again. "Jesus Victoria, when are you going to let me have you?" he demanded. "When I'm ready," she told him calmly. "Soon," she admitted when she saw that she hadn't totally satisfied him. "Let's choose a child to entertain us, tonight," Victoria suggested. "Yes! One of the girls," Simon breathed. "What about Abigail Williams? It will be most entertaining to watch that precocious little tart being humiliated," Victoria suggested. Simon smiled excitedly at his sister and nodded his agreement. "Tonight! Abigail will join us for dinner, and then later, she will provide the entertainment," Victoria promised. ****** Abigail was told that she would be dining at the Grange that evening, just when she was feeling at her lowest, and when even thinking about her mother brought tears to her eyes. She wiped the tears away and spent the rest of the afternoon dreaming about what it would be like up at the Grange, and desperately hoping that Master Simon would become besotted with her, even though she was only twelve. Miss Bishop arrived in plenty of time to prepare Abigail, and had her moved to a private room. As a nurse, Anne preferred the intimacy of a private room, to really enjoy the reactions of her little patients as she unleashed feelings of a sexual nature, sometimes for the very first time. Abigail's uncontrolled writhing and bucking as Anne slowly massaged the special salves into her skin, indicated that although she liked to act the little lady, she was in fact a little tart, just like all the rest of them. It was a nervously but excited Abigail that sat cuddled next to Miss Bishop in the back seat of the Rolls Royce, as they were driven up to the Grange that evening. "Now! Remember, you are to do exactly as you are told," Miss Bishop whispered in her ear, as they arrived at the tradesman's entrance. "Do you understand?" Miss Bishop asked sharply. Yes Miss," Abigail said, but her excitement was starting to fade now that she knew that she wasn't going to be arriving at the front door of the Grange, like proper guests do. Thanking Walter the chauffer, Miss Bishop escorted the girl into the kitchen where Agnes Harris, the cook was waiting for them. "Oh dear! You don't look very happy," the cook said as she poured the child a glass of special lemonade. "Drink this! It will make you feel better," Agnes said with a smile. By the time that Abigail was escorted to the dinning room, the child was feeling the effects of the drugged lemonade, and Anne sensed that Victoria and Simon wouldn't be disappointed with the entertainment after all. ****** The clock in the hall chimed nine and the gentle laughter that had followed one of Simon's anecdotes, gently drifted away leaving a moment of silence. The dinner had been marvellous, with all three adults being able to watch and talk to Abigail, learning more about her whims and ideals, laughing at her childish misconceptions and thinking just how much she had yet to learn. That Abigail was besotted with Master Simon was clear from the first few minutes, when she seemed disinclined to look anywhere else but into his deep blue eyes. He played shamelessly to her, often touching her hand or turning to smile at her, outrageous behaviour for a man and a child anywhere else, but a perfect little appetizer for the entertainment to come. The meal came to an end, and June and Mary served liqueurs under the sharp eyes of the John the butler, while he helped Simon choose and light a cigar. They all retired to the library where a welcoming fire had been lit, and a large screen placed in the corner. Victoria and Simon sat in comfortable armchairs, whilst Anne attended to Jeremy and Hannah who had been allowed to watch through spy holes in the screen. It was Simon's idea to make them watch and masturbate, so they would be fully aroused, for use later that evening. Mary had been given the responsibility, under the threat of severe punishment of ensuring that they continually masturbated, and was told to take over if the stopped. Meanwhile, Abigail was looking at all the wonderful paintings of horses that hung on the library walls. "Oh! The Grange is so lovely. I wish I could stay here, instead of at the Priory!" Abigail said whimsically, hoping someone would hear her pleads and suggested that she stayed. "The rules are very strict here. You wouldn't like them," Miss Bishop told her sharply, then slowly sipped her liqueur. "But I might though, mightn't I?" Abigail asked. Miss Bishop slowly sipped her liqueur, letting the moment be drawn out so that Victoria and Simon could enjoy the child's anxiousness. "No, I don't think so," she said at last. Abigail looked crestfallen. Her little shoulders slumped and then her head fell, hiding the hot tears that slid from under her eyes to drop onto her lap. There was silence for a few moments as the adults drank in the lovely sight, their hearts hammering as they looked at her, and imagined the rest of the evening, and how entertaining it was going to be. Then, at last, Simon cleared his throat. "Couldn't she at least, be given a chance?" he asked. He sounded so beseeching; it was all Victoria could do not to laugh. "Why don't give her some tests!" he asked plaintively. Abigail, given a straw to cling to, looked up at the two women with new hope, her love for Master Simon growing with all his attempts to help her. He clearly loved her! She thought. Her heart pounded while, in her mind, she vowed she would pass any test and adhere to the rules no matter how strict they were. She would do it for Master Simon, her love, she vowed. "You do realise! If she fails these tests, that she would have to be sent away?" Anne said to Simon, with a sly smile. "Oh! I won't fail. I won't!" Abigail cried. The very thought of being sent away again, having just found a new home, sent feelings of dread through her. Anne smiled at her without humour; and Simon smiled encouragingly at her filling her heart with love. Abigail returned Victoria's stare and waited, her heart in her mouth. "Alright! Come here," Victoria ordered. Abigail walked briskly over to stand in front of Victoria, her eyes challenging her new mistress to give a test she couldn't manage to do. Victoria's eyes returned her challenge, with the knowledge that she wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than total obedience from the child. "Are you ready to be tested?" Victoria asked. "Oh! Yes Miss," Abigail said meekly. Her eyes darting from Master Simon, to Miss Victoria who was smiling for the first time now, her eyes taking a moment to enjoy the girl's nervousness. "Remove all your clothes!" she told her curtly. Abigail gasped and, her mouth hanging open, turned to look at each of the adults, including her love. He was smiling, encouraging her. She remembered to shut her mouth and turned back to look at Victoria, who sat waiting and calm, no outward sign of her excitement. "What! All of them?" Abigail gasped. "Yes!" Victoria replied curtly. Victoria was dying to have the child tied down and her limbs spread wide for her to ravish. She wanted to straddle the child and smear her young skin with her excitement, then ride her face, feeling her weep into her cunt. She wanted to watch as ever larger implements were forced deep into her tight little cunt and anus, and watch as her orifices were stretched to there limit around them. "Here! In front of you all?" Abigail whispered, her breath leaving her with the pounding of her heart. "Of course!" Victoria chided. "How else are we going to examine you?" she asked. "Examine me?" She squeaked, her eyes looking timidly towards Miss Bishop who was grinning wolfishly back at her. "You See? I said she was too young," Anne told them disdainfully. Like the flicking of a switch, those words made Abigail jerk as if stung, straightening her back and wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes. In silence and near breathlessness, the adults watched her undress, with just moments to admire her little breasts, before she had peeled her dress away, to reveal her girlish cotton knickers that came right up to her belly button. To Victoria, the knickers seemed to be designed to mould tightly into her pubis before settling into the crack of her cunt, and outlining the puffy lips. To Simon, the knickers seemed to be designed to show off her lovely little bottom. Not pausing, Abigail slid the cotton knickers down to stand brazenly in front of them gloriously naked, her hands on her hips, daring them to find fault with her. No one did, as they feasted their eyes on her lovely body and waited for their chance to fondle and stroke it, hoping that she would do or say something they could punish her for, just to take the smirk look off her face. "Come closer!" Victoria snapped. Abigail blushed and bit her lips for a moment, conscious of all their eyes upon her nakedness, and meekly stepped forward. "Now! Place your hands on your head, and ask me to examine you," she told her as she moved nearer in her seat. "Miss, Please examine me," she mumbled, her face burning brightly. "Good girl," Victoria said. Her face stern and impassive, Victoria reached for Abigail's budding little breasts and caressed them, waking the delicate little nipples and watching the pale smooth skin as it began to glow from within. "Most women and girls like being caressed like this," she told the child as Abigail began to squirm under her gentle fondling. "But Miss! It's making me feel funny," Abigail murmured nervously, her hips beginning to jerk each time the arrow like sensations shot down into her groin. Victoria smiled. "Some women and girls also like this," Victoria said, as her fingers changed from a light squeezing to a rough pinching. Abigail gasped suddenly and rose onto her toes, her body shaking as the cruel pain sank deep into her tender little breasts, and her hands darted from her head to push Miss Victoria's hands away. "What are you doing?" Victoria asked sharply, her voice dripping with venom. "I, I, didn't mean to," the child stuttered. "You were hurting me!" she whimpered, her hands frantically trying to soothe her painful breasts and nipples. "Learning to accept pain as well as pleasure, is part of the tests," Victoria informed her, as she put Abigail's hands back on her head, and reminded her to keep them there. The child's breasts were nicely marked, the little nipples dark and swollen. Taking them one at a time between thumb and finger, Victoria pulled on them, drawing her breasts outward, then used three fingers to slap at the inner surface, flicking her tender nipples at the same time. Abigail squealed and tossed her upper body about, her hands shooting to her breasts, rubbing them harshly in an effort to rid her of the insinuating heat growing within them. "Keep still!" Victoria spat, her eyes demanding obedience. "I can't! Miss," Abigail wailed. Abigail rubbed her breasts, even though they no longer hurt, just to feel the warm tingling it sent through her body. It was just like Miss Bishop had made her feel earlier. "Right! If you can't obey, then you will be punished," Victoria told her, reaching out to pull her closer. "Oh no, please Miss. I'll be good, please don't hurt me," she begged. Abigail's pleading fell on deaf ears as Victoria adjusted her full skirts to allow her legs to part, then steered the child astride one leg, forcing her to sit upon her clothed thigh before then dragging her upper body down and to her side. The position surprised Abigail, pressing her defenceless little cunt into Miss Victoria's thigh, but also scared her, because it widely parted her bottom, exposing her most secret places to those who watched. She wailed in anguish, burning in embarrassment, then wailed again as she felt her knee, the one between Victoria's legs, lifted and pulled inwards. Victoria closed her legs, holding Abigail's knee against her crotch where her jerks and squirming would communicate directly with her own cunt. Then, with the length of one arm holding Abigail securely bent over, she brought her other hand round to give her lovely little bottom a much- needed spanking. Abigail jumped and squealed, and Victoria purred, arching her back as the child's knee rubbed against her cunt. She delivered another, then another, each one producing another rub of the girl's knee. Another, and Abigail was really shaking, her knee seeming to shiver up against Victoria's cunt and producing the loveliest of sensations. Victoria reached between Abigail's bottom cheeks to caress her cunt, a sly grin forming on her lips as she felt a hint of moisture there. Then her hand rose again and delivered two more, each one sponsoring a hard jolt of the girl's little knee into her crotch, flooding her with delight. Then, once more, Victoria lifted her thigh to rub the child's little cunt even harder. She began a rhythm, two to four slaps, depending on her mood and how hard the child's knee jerked against her flooding cunt, then reaching out to feel the girl's cunt, spreading the moisture while Anne and Simon now crept forward for a better view. The rhythm grew to include a squeezing of her bottom and a touching of her anus, while the child gasped, sobbed and squirmed. Then the hash spanking began again, each fresh spank forced Abigail's knee hard into Victoria's crotch. "Enough," Victoria panted, pushing her away. Abigail had unknowingly given her an orgasm, and for Victoria to hold her back for another would be ill mannered. "Go to Miss Bishop, and let's see if you can't perform better for her this time," she told the weeping girl. Rubbing her bottom, she sobbed fitfully as she stumbled across to the older woman. Her stare made Abigail want to run away, and yet at the same time the exciting feeling between her legs started to get worse. "Miss! Please don't hurt me," she begged. Miss Bishop smiled, placing her hand behind the child's head to pull her face down so she could lick away the salty tears and then gently kiss the little quivering lips. "Are you going to obey me?" she asked. Abigail nodded, unable to stop trembling as Miss Bishop's knowing fingers caressed, squeezed and pinched her, all the while bringing new feelings to her inexperienced little body. "Open your thighs!" Miss Bishop told her sharply. "Wider!" Miss Bishop crooned as Abigail fretfully obeyed. Her breath suddenly lost to her, Abigail panted as she felt her cunt being caressed. The upper edge of her mistresses hand was pushing her labia apart and moving back and forth, a sawing motion that drew her, breathless, onto her toes. Miss Bishop's fingers and nails now slid along the soft skin of her inner thighs, exciting her just as much as the sawing motion against her cunt had done. "I can feel the little tart getting moist," Anne told them. "No, please. It's naughty," Abigail whimpered. The glowing sensation left in her breasts, now matched that in her cunt, drawing them together to make her breathless and weak. "Please! Don't," she sobbed, her hips tossing in an effort to rid her of the invading hand. "What's this? Haven't you learnt to be obedient?" Anne said sternly. Abigail swayed, her mouth hanging open in shock and horror and what she'd done. "I didn't mean too," she gasped, fresh tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I promise," she said, spreading her thighs and pushing her pelvis forward in mute appeal. "It's too late for apologies!" Miss Bishop told her with a sly smile. She took the child by the back of the neck and pushed her struggling and kicking towards the arm of a chair, sweeping her over the back so her face was firmly pressed into the cushion, and her sore bottom was ideally positioned facing the screen. "If you kick me, I will whip you!" Anne warned. Abigail mewed with the terrible choice she had, and obeyed, stopping her struggling. Miss Bishop walked over to the screen to check Jeremy and Hannah, and was pleased to see that they were both masturbating as they had been told, under Mary's strict supervision. Returning to Abigail, Miss Bishop started to spank her, each slap bringing a sharp little blaze of torment that changed into a hot tingling that invaded her already sore little bottom. Left cheek, right cheek, she continued to spank the child, and then stopped to pull each cheek from its partner exposing the girl's cunt and anus to all who watched. Soon, the rioting invasion of sensations made Abigail forget being so exposed. Panting, sobbing and squealing, she jumped and struggled, the burning growing and growing, the pain even more than she could have possibly have imagined. Spank followed spank, and when they stopped and her bottom cheeks were parted, she was just thankful for the respite, and let them look between, sobbing into the cushion as she realised it was the better of the two options. Then the spanking would start up again and she'd wail and wriggle and hope she would stop to look between her bottom cheeks again. For a moment she didn't realise her spanking had stopped. She kept squirming, just in case, for a few moments on, then dared stop to lift her head and look up at the woman. Hands on her hips, Miss Bishop looked at her. "That was a mild spanking by my normal standards," she told Abigail, making sure that she understood. Clearly, by the way Abigail swallowed and looked meekly up at her, she did. "So I hope that will be more obedient now," Miss Bishop told her. Abigail nodded. Whatever they wanted, she would do, just to protect her sore little bottom from any further punishment she thought, as she slowly stood up and waited. "Go and stand on the rug," she was told. Biting her lip to stop her crying, she did as she was told, blushing hotly when Anne told her how well she was doing, and what a really good little girl she was. "Now! Open you thighs," Miss Bishop ordered her. Still clutching at her bottom, she felt the way her cunt lips gaped and how the air passing over the long sheaf of her clitty made her tingle outside, as well as inside. "See how large her clitoris has grown," Anne remarked to the others. Abigail hid her burning face and shook, feeling how distorted she'd become down there. "Show us your face girl," Victoria snapped. Abigail raised it, weeping softly and uncontrollably as they all looked at her. "Now! Go to Master Simon, and ask him to examine you," Victoria told her. Her sobbing growing worse as she approached him, Abigail attempted to pull herself together; stopping just as she got to Master Simon and spreading her thighs wide, asked him to examine her. With an intent look on his face, Simon reached forward and slid his open hand between her thighs. His fingers idly curled to caress her, watching her reaction as he touched her cunt, possibly the first man to do so. Her startled gasp and struggles, and the feel of her labia hanging between her thighs, was exciting. Sliding his fingers forward, he met with the long shaft of her clitoris and smiled as his idle stroking made her pant and quiver, her crying slowly starting to disappear. "That's a large pleasure button for such a little tart," he observed, chuckling when she blushed hotly. "Do you play with it?" he asked. Simon's fingers slid down each side of it, the sensations taking her breath away to leave her panting and shaking. She shook her head. "Are you sure?" he asked. "It's far to big, to have never been played with," Simon said as he pinched it between his fingers. Abigail began to cry, her weeping shaking her body. Her hands abandoned her blazing bottom to cup her face, and hide herself from the horrible people who were now uncovering all her little secrets one by one. "Have you been lying to us?" Simon said teasingly. His fingers trailed back, beyond the bulb of her clitty, and tickled the little moist entrance to her cunt, knowing by instinct that she was a virgin, the membrane quivering in anxiety as his finger lodged in the tight entrance to her cunt. She sensed it too, the vulnerability of her cunt. She tottered on her toes, reaching up away from the finger, panting as it followed her upwards. "Please, you're hurting me!" she cried. "My examination, also includes the inside," he told her. Her little cunt was vice tight, clenching around his fingertip while her crying grew. "Come on them, let me see your expression as I take it," he panted, trying to get deeper. Abigail fell backwards, off his finger, and rushed towards the door. Abigail never saw Anne's foot edge out, only felt it as she stubbed her toes, a moment later falling flat on the carpet, squealing with the last of her breath. ****** Abigail came round still on the floor, but on her back, the polished wood cold against her shoulder blades, her bottom and back lifted by a cushion she could feel, but not see. She tried moving, immediately seeing Miss Bishop and Miss Victoria standing either side of her, both grinning down at her as they held her arms down with one hand, and slowly raised her legs with their other. "What?" Abigail asked, confused, frightened and very embarrassed. Simon appeared and smiled down at her from between her raised and parted legs. His shirt already removed, he smiled as he watched her eyes glance down to his hands, his fingers busy with his buttons. "What's he going to do?" Abigail asked, already beginning to cry. Deep down she knew. She'd heard of such things, whispered by her parents when they didn't think her listening. "Right! Let's get her bottom higher," Anne was saying. Two cushions were pushed beneath her bottom and her thighs pulled up closer to her chest. Hot tears slid down her face as she shook from side to side, as her Master Simon who was naked, stepped closer, and grinned as he held his large cock in his hand. "Please," Abigail cried, looking hopefully at each of the women. "Struggle all you want my girl! But if you try to escape again, then that lovely little bottom of yours, will be whipped," Anne whispered. "Do you understand? Victoria asked. Abigail nodded, finding she could move quite a bit before they pushed her down again. Thinking she might succeed, she tried harder, pushing and pulling, rocking side to side, trying to bite the arms that held her or kick the faces of their owners. Simon's excitement flared to new levels as he saw Abigail defiantly trying to fight her captors. She looked three times more glorious, twisting and squealing, tossing and turning, her cunt blinking open and closed with her efforts. Dropping to his knees, he sandwiched his rampant cock between their two bodies. The feel of her skin made his cock pulse with excitement, dribbling onto her belly while she screamed. Her heels kicked him uselessly against his thighs as he slid about on her, working breathlessly to find the tight entrance to her little cunt. Abigail fought as she cried, screaming breathlessly in a final effort to stave off the inevitable. The ladies drew back to watch, their faces glowing with anticipated excitement. Simon had possession of the child now, his hands around her wrists, and his loins firmly between her thighs. She could struggle all she wished, he would have her in the end. They watched his loins lift and drop, searching for her little cunt, while his eyes feasted on her expression and her soft little breasts. Slowly, teasingly slowly, her fighting started to slow with her near exhaustion, and then all of a sudden, his cock lodged in the hollow of the tart's little cunt and, with hardly a pause, Simon pushed it downwards. Watching the bliss on her brother's face, the look so akin to agony, Victoria pulled her skirts up and drew her legs apart, watching his face as she bared her lower body to him. There was a whole new excitement to showing her body to her brother as he ravished little Abigail, a total innocent. She loved to hear the child's cries as he forced himself deeper, each powerful thrust causing her to squeal and struggle uncontrollably beneath him. Victoria framed her cunt, stroking it and letting her brother watch. Simon sobbed. His cock was in a burning vice, her virgin blood adding little in the way of lubrication, but a lot of visual excitement. His cock, his balls, his wiry pubes and the top of his thighs were all covered in the girl's rich virgin blood, a sight to savour each time he rose from the little pink cunt below him. Yet, his sister sat with her legs apart just feet away, her hands framing her shorn cunt, thumbs stroking the exposed flaps of inner lips, gentle pressure teasing the lips apart to expose bright inner flesh he yearned to taste and touch. His bottom rose and fell in short powerful jerks, each thrust making Abigail's little thighs jerk upwards on either side of him. Abigail's weeping contrasted with his grunts as he worked to get all of his cock into her little cunt, each thrust opening her that little bit further, each thrust bringing a fresh little cry from the weeping girl. He worked automatically, keeping his thoughts from what he was doing lest it bring him off prematurely. It was Victoria who finished it. Spilling her dew over her fingers, she reached out and smeared the wetness across her brother's mouth to then watch him lick it while looking down at her cunt. His eyes touched her, and she parted her folds to let him look directly on the opening to her body. His cry brought her off again, his cry, and the deep thrusts he made into little Abigail's body, coming with powerful shots of sperm while the little girl screamed. "Good girl," Anne said, reaching for his blood coated cock as he drew up off the weeping girl. She stroked it, her eyes sliding past it to admire the little cunt it had come from. "Oh God, you have no idea! This little tart's cunt squeezed my cock every time she sobbed!" he gasped. Simon's seed dribbled from her little cunt. Stained with her virgin blood, it made a thick pool on the cushion beneath her. "You'll obey next time, won't you Abigail?" Anne asked softly as she lay down beside the weeping child to try and soothe her. Abigail cried even harder now as she suddenly realised there was to be a next time. "Take her to my room and clean her up, she will be staying here at the Grange tonight," Victoria told Anne, her excitement indicating that it was going to be a long night of pleasuring her mistress for little Abigail Williams. It was also going to be a long night for Jeremy who had been sent to Anne's room, and for Hannah who had been sent to Simon's room, their genitals aroused from all the masturbation, and ready to satisfy them through to the early hours of the morning.

TALES FROM A COUNTRY ESTATE By Dickins Chapter 8, Cruel Offerings A dark and sadistic tale set in England. Lady Marlborough stood at the dining room window after what had been a very pleasant lunch and proudly watched as her carriage carrying Miss Jenkins on her first visit to Hillcroft orphanage made its way over the stone bridge and out through the east gate. Her association with Hillcroft, a small but ideally situated orphanage for girls, started when her husband became a benefactor. In return Mrs Turner the Matron, a cruel and astute woman, would oblige him by sending little tarts to pleasure and entertain them and their guests. Not wanting to lose the special relationship they had she became a benefactress herself on his death and through her generosity and guidance has had a marked influence on the orphanages day to day regime. Some examples of note would be that Mrs Turner adopted the sailor uniform for her charges along with coloured ribbons in their hair to denote their length of stay and entertainment experience and a much stricter regime of genital hygiene and punishment. *** As they approached the orphanage the driver turned off the country lane and through an archway where the gatekeeper waved him on and he followed a long tree lined drive until he came to the main building, but to Janes surprise he then steered the Brougham around the back where it was slowed by several other carriages. Set well back from the surrounding country lanes Hillcroft was made up of several brick buildings and had plenty of space around the back near the stables to accommodate all the horses and carriages. Jane could not help but compare it to St Agathas, but although it was smaller, in her mind that only made it all the more quaint. As she waited she saw from her carriage window both men and women alighting their carriages and disappearing through the Tradesmans entrance something that intrigued her. Her journey, which she had been assured would be a short one would have been quite uneventful, that is, had it not been for the broken braces on the Brougham which had caused havoc with the rubber cock she was wearing. Retrieving the carpetbag that her mistress always kept in her carriage to abuse the little darlings travelling with her she alighted as carefully as she could to avoid the rubber cock causing her to become any more flushed than she was already, something that did not go unnoticed by the woman waiting to greet her. Welcome to Hillcroft! You must be Miss Jenkins, the woman said, the crest on the carriage door reassuring her that she had indeed got the right name. Thank you! My name is Jane and I am here to see Mrs Turner, Jane replied. I am sorry but Mrs Turner is busy at the moment, but she has told me to tell you that she has received your mistresss note and she is expecting you. It is just that Lady Ambrose, one of our benefactors and her friend have arrived without an appointment and because they can be demanding of her time she has asked me to offer you some refreshment and to keep you entertained until she is free to see you, the woman explained. Thank you! Tell me why did my driver use the Tradesmans entrance? Jane asked. Well! It is considered the best way to access the building without being seen. There is another entrance further along but Mrs Turner insists that it is only used for visitors taking the girls out or returning them. You see, to the girls a carriage at the tradesmens entrance means goods being delivered, but a carriage at the front means a visitor or visitors and the excitement of being taken out or even being taken away, Daisy explained. I see! Jane replied. My name is Miss Hemmings but you my call me Daisy. Follow me, she said, the expression on her face indicating that she had every reason to believe that it was not just the heat of the carriage that had caused her guest to become so flushed. Jane followed her along several corridors and was delighted to see that she had a dog whip dangling from her waist, but to her disappointment, whether it was that particular part of the building or perhaps the thickness of the walls, she could not hear any little darlings being abused, something that she had been led to believe was rife at Hillcroft. Tell me! Is there a reason why I cannot hear any of the little darlings being abused? Jane asked. Well now! I do like a woman who gets straight to the point. The reason why you cannot hear any of the little darlings, as you call them, being abused is because of the thickness of the walls. However, at this time of the day any girls that are still on the premises and are not entertaining are being taught by Miss Brown in the schoolroom which is over in the main building, Daisy explained. You have a schoolroom? Jane asked. Oh yes! We receive many requests for our charges to be allowed out for the day or even for the weekend and they are all destined for domestic service, so Mrs Turner insists that they receive a good all round education and are taught to please others and to do as they are told, Daisy explained. I am led to believe that abuse is rife here. Is that correct? Jane asked. Oh yes! I can assure you that all the staff here take every opportunity to abuse their charges as they carry out their duties, but the time when it is most prolific is during their morning ablutions. Because it is never known when the girls will be required to entertain Mrs Turner always insists on a high standard of genital hygiene. For the girls, this means a strict regime of vaginal douches and enemas which are always repeated if it is known that they have been requested to entertain. But for the staff, due to the number of girls the abuse they inflict can often be frustratingly fleeting, Daisy explained. I see! What about Miss Brown? Jane asked. Oh! She does punish her pupils in the schoolroom but prefers to wait until she takes them to the punishment room where she can take her time to really abuse them, Daisy explained. You have a punishment room? Jane asked. Oh yes! It is very popular with our benefactors and as a result it is not only well-equipped but it has spyholes to watch the punishments and grilles to hear the screams and like all the rooms here it has an interconnecting corridor to help protect their privacy. At this time, when lessons are just about to finish, there is always a scramble as you will have noticed as you arrived to find the best place to watch and listen as Miss Brown teaches her naughty pupils some quite different lessons, Daisy explained. Different lessons? Jane enquired. Yes! Unlike the schoolroom where lessons are educational. Lessons in the punishment room are punitive. As you can imagine she has to be innovative in order to satisfy her audience, but it does mean that she has much more time to abuse her pupils, especially as there is an infirmary for them to be taken to afterwards, Daisy said. You have an infirmary? Jane enquired. You sound surprised, Daisy said. Oh! It is just that Hillcroft is not all that large and I just wondered if there was enough room for such a facility here, Jane replied. Oh yes! Like the punishment room, the infirmary is not only well equipped but it is very popular with our benefactors who use the spyholes to enjoy watching Nurse Jones and her assistants apply healing salves to the poor little darlings wounds, Daisy explained. Healing salves? Jane said, her voice betraying her excitement. Oh yes! They were introduced to Mrs Turner by your mistress and comes in the form of creams that are rubbed into their bottoms, thighs and genitals to ensure that any wounds heal as quickly as possible, Daisy explained. I see! My mother is a nurse and I am often called upon to help her in our infirmary. It was her who concocted the recipe and then passed it on to my mistress. It would seem that we use the salves for the same purpose and I would be interested in seeing just how Nurse Jones and her assistants apply them and how the poor darlings react to the searing heat, Jane said. Searing heat! Daisy said. Oh yes! The beauty of my mothers recipe is that in order for the salves to work they have to be applied liberally and with gloves. Although it does have the desired effect, the searing heat, especially when rubbed directly into their genitals causes the patient to writhe uncontrollably and as a result it is nearly always necessary to tie them down and to whip them in order to calm them down, Jane explained. Does it? Daisy asked. Does it what? Jane asked. Calm them down? Daisy asked. No! But it is most enjoyable to watch them being whipped, Jane explained. Later, if you want, we can go and see which little tart has been chosen to entertain Lady Ambrose and her friend. Then we can go and watch Miss Brown teach her pupils some different lessons in the punishment room and then go to the infirmary to see how Nurse Jones and assistants set about applying those healing salves here, Daisy suggested. Oh yes! Do you know what sort of entertainment Lady Ambrose and her friend are expecting Mrs Turner to provide for them? Jane asked. Well now! I understand that her friend is a Governess and Lady Ambrose has a penchant for watching her administer nursery discipline. I also know that this not the first time that she has brought her friend or the first time she has arrived without an appointment, Daisy explained. I see! Tell me if Lady Ambrose has arrived without an appointment how can she possibly be certain that Mrs Turner is going to find a suitable little darling for her friend to discipline at such short notice? Jane asked. Oh! Thats easy. Mrs Turner is very resourceful and there are girls of the age that Lady Ambrose likes who the staff for some reason or other have not had time to discipline. Lady Ambrose is a generous benefactor so nothing is too much trouble for her and a parade of naughty little girls who have not yet been disciplined is arranged for her to choose from, Daisy explained. A parade! Jane said excitingly. Yes! She is very particular about which poor little darling she chooses so Mrs Turner always parades as many girls of the age she likes that have yet to be disciplined and allows her question, humiliate and inspect them until she decides which one she wants to entertain her. I happen to know that Mrs Turner is very fond of the way her friend disciplines them and the way in which her ladyship soothes them afterwards, Daisy explained, with a smile. Soothes them! Jane said. Yes! She has a unique way of soothing them after her friend has finished disciplining them, Daisy explained. What do you mean? Jane asked. Well! That would be telling, so let us just wait and see. Tell me what brings you to Hillcroft? Daisy asked, curious that anyone would travel without a good reason, especially in an enclosed carriage on a summers afternoon. Well! Lady Marlborough is organising a special birthday party for a little girl called Alice, Jane explained. Why special? Daisy asked. Well! Normally, there would be nothing special about organising a birthday party for a little girl, but on this occasion there is, because my mistress only found out about it yesterday. Never the one to miss an opportunity to reward her staff for their loyalty, she suggested to Alices mother about having the party at Marlborough Hall tomorrow afternoon which she eagerly accepted, Jane explained. How old will Alice be? Daisy asked. Eight Jane replied. There will be refreshments and plenty of games, but mark my words, it will be the adults who will be having all the fun. That is why I am here to see Mrs Turner to arrange for a couple of suitable little tarts her age to be escorted to Marlborough Hall to ensure that the party appears as normal as possible, Jane explained. Suitable! Daisy said with a frown. Well! My mistress made it quite clear that they should both be attractive and willing to please and if possible unblemished, Jane explained. Well now! From what you have said I do not think that you will have any problem finding a couple of suitable little tarts, as you call them, so I suggest that when you see Mrs Turner that you ask her about the Appleby sisters. They only arrived a week ago and you can take it from me they are adorable and because she insists that all new arrivals are treated lightly for the first week they will not only have unblemished skin but they will also be deliciously vulnerable, Daisy said, with a smile. What are they names? Jane asked. Rose and Sarah, Daisy replied. Thank you! Jane said. Flushed as she was, Jane was in dire need of some refreshment and although she wanted to get down to the business of finding a couple a fresh little tarts for Alices party that would have to wait. When she was led into a parlour her opinion of the woman changed. Although the room was not large it was uncluttered. There was a comfortable chair, three armless chairs, a large table which had been laid out with refreshments and a smaller table over by the window. There were also two adjustable mirrors on stands that were being used to reflect the afternoon sun into the room and a clothes stand by the wall. Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable, Daisy said. Jane did as she was told, but she found it difficult to sit down with any finesse with the rubber cock inserted in her cunt, especially as her bottom sank deeper into the chair than it did into the carriage seat. You seem to be having some difficulty my dear, Daisy said, with a smile. Oh! It is nothing. It is just something that Lady Marlborough introduced me to, to make visits like this one enjoyable, Jane replied, placing the carpetbag down next to the chair. I see! Are you wearing a rubber cock as well? Daisy asked. Yes! But I dont understand. How can you tell? Jane asked. Your face is flushed and you are having some difficulty making yourself comfortable, Daisy said. Oh! Jane replied. Think nothing of it my dear. Mrs Turner insists that all her female staff wear one and says that the pleasure it gives helps to double their efforts and rewards their enthusiasm, Daisy explained. From experience I can say that it is certainly true, Jane replied with a smile, hoping that she would reap the benefits of wearing such a cumbersome thing this afternoon. Are you more comfortable now? Daisy asked. Yes! Jane replied. Now! Perhaps you would like some refreshments? Daisy asked. Yes! That would be most welcome, Jane replied. Very well! Daisy said. Drawing back a thick curtain which hid the pantry she revealed a young girl dressed in a maids uniform waiting to serve them. The curtain had ensured that she had not overheard their intimate conversations, but had made the poor girl nervous and unsure as to what to expect now that there were two mistresses to serve. This is Amy Harper. She arrived a couple of weeks ago after the death of her Aunt, her parents having died in a tragic carriage accident some time ago and I have been assigned the task of training her for domestic service, something that all the girls here at Hillcroft her age undergo, but it is proving difficult because she is very clumsy and has much to learn, is that not correct? Miss Hemmings teased. Yes Miss! Amy replied. This is Miss Jenkins, Miss Hemmings announced. How old are you girl? Jane asked. Twelve, Miss! Amy replied, curtsying as she had been taught. You look most fetching in your maids uniform, Jane said. Thank you, Miss, Amy replied. Thats enough of your vanity girl! Serve the refreshments, Miss Hemmings barked. The distance from where the maid was to the table was not that far, but it was a still a daunting task for the poor darling to carry the tray of china crockery without dropping it. The women watched as she made an attempt at serving them but could not help being entertained by the poor girls lack of coordination and finesse which inevitably led to her spilling some of the tea. Now! Before I left, what did I say would happen if you were to let me down in front of our guest? Miss Hemmings barked, unhooking the dog whip from her waist and running it menacingly through her fingers. That I would be whipped, Miss, Amy whimpered. That is correct! Now serve the refreshments, Miss Hemmings ordered. The women watched the girls every move hoping that they might put her off, such was their desire to see her punished, and it was not long before she dropped one of the china cups on the floor. You clumsy girl! What did I say would happen if you embarrassed me in front of my guest? Miss Hemmings asked. That I would be whipped, Miss, Amy replied. Where? Miss Hemmings asked abruptly. On my bottom and thighs Miss, Amy whimpered. That is correct! Now get down on your hands and knees and start picking up the pieces, Miss Hemmings ordered. As Amy knelt down on her hands and knees to pick up the pieces, the hem of her uniform lifted to reveal that she was not wearing undergarments, which gave them both a tantalising view of her lovely pale bottom and thighs and the red hue of her delicious cunt and anus demonstrating clearly just how thorough the staff had been with her morning ablutions. Miss Jenkins! Do you think that this clumsy maid deserves to be whipped? Miss Hemmings asked, lifting the hem of her uniform further up the girls back so that her guest could have a much better view of her lovely charms. Please Miss! I am sorry, Amy whimpered. Be quite child! Miss Hemmings barked. I am not sure! It would be a shame to cut into such a lovely bottom and thighs. Perhaps instead, we could both spank her and then let her have the opportunity to prove to us both that she has learnt her lesson, Jane said with a smile, delighted that knowing that she was visiting this afternoon, the woman had resisted punishing the maid which meant that her lovely pale skinned bottom and thighs were almost blemish free. Thats sounds most interesting. Do you have experience in such matters? Daisy enquired. Oh yes! I am often called upon by my mother, who is a nurse, to help her with her charges, whether it is by abusing them to entertain her ladyship and her guests or by abusing them under the pretext of caring for them in the infirmary afterwards. I have in the carpetbag several implements that we can use to punish this clumsy girl and I have an idea how we might do it to our mutual satisfaction, Jane replied, finding it difficult not let her lust for the pretty little darling soak her rubber cock. Very well! Now get up and serve the refreshments properly, or it will more than a spanking that your bottom and thighs will be getting, do you hear me girl? Miss Hemmings ordered. Yes Miss! Amy replied. Not wanting to make the situation worse Amy served them the refreshments, the threat of the spanking focusing her efforts and ensuring that she did it properly much to her mistresses disappointment. However, just because she had been able to serve the refreshments properly it did not mean that she would be excused the pain and humiliation of the double spanking much to her mistresses delight. Well done! Would you like some lemonade? Miss Hemmings asked. Oh! Yes please, Miss Amy replied. Very well! But just because you served the refreshments properly this time it does not excuse you from the spanking, do you hear me? Miss Hemmings explained as she poured the special lemonade into a large glass. Yes, Miss, Amy replied. Jane watched mesmerised as Amy gulped down all the special lemonade unaware that the concoction would render her unable to resist. From experience she also knew that one of the effects of the lemonade would be to make the girl sexually aroused and she intended to make sure that during her spanking the girls frantic struggles would cause their rubber cocks to reward them both well for their efforts. Let me help you my dear, Miss Hemmings said. Thank you, Miss Amy replied. Jane watched with delight as the special concoction started to take effect and Amy became unsteady on her feet. Miss Hemmings decided to help her to clear the table, not only to ensure that there were no more breakages, but more importantly, to keep her out of the way as Miss Jenkins arranged the furniture for her spanking. Let me know when you are ready, Daisy shouted from the pantry as she closed the curtain and helped the child to wash, dry and put away the china. I will, Jane said. Clearing a space in front of the window she moved the two mirror stands so that they stood apart but pointed into the room. From experience, she knew that the light would reflect the childs bottom and thighs in the mirrors. She then placed the two armless chairs so they were the same distance apart as the mirrors but facing towards the windows, then placed the carpetbag on the table which she placed between the two armless chairs. Ready! Jane announced, moving the other armless chair over by the window for Amy to use when she was brought out. Now listen! You are to sit on this stool until I return, do you hear me? Miss Hemmings said, concerned not only that the lemonade would render her unable to stand without help, but that if she were to fall it would impair her lovely pale skin. Yes, Miss, Amy replied. Leaving Amy in the pantry and drawing the curtain behind her Daisy returned to the parlour eager to see just what Jane had planned. At first, she could not see the relevance of the way Jane had placed the mirrors and the chairs but was nevertheless delighted to discover that Amys spanking was going to be very different to the ones she would normally metered out. Lucky to have more time to abuse the girl, she was also delighted to have found in Jane a likeminded woman who shared her passion. So keeping their conversation to a whisper so that Amy would not be able to hear, they set about discussing the double spanking in more detail. Tell me! Why have you placed the chairs facing the windows and the mirrors facing the room? Daisy whispered. Well! That is so whichever way we make her face, either towards us or away from us, we will both be able to see her bottom and thighs being spanked in the mirrors, Jane whispered. I see! Daisy replied. Now! It is time for us to choose the implements that we are going to use for Amys spanking, Jane announced, opening the carpetbag so Daisy could see inside. Jane knew that she had permission to use them at Hillcroft and had already started to devise a plan for their use. Besides implements of cruelty there were items of persuasion, restraint and those of a soothing nature, all of which had been chosen by Lady Marlborough for no other purpose than to use on the poor little darlings who are unfortunate enough to journey with her in the Brougham. This one! Daisy said excitedly picking up a well-worn hairbrush. Why a hairbrush? Jane asked. Oh! That is because I was always spanked with a hairbrush as a child and I remember the searing pain, especially from the bristle side, and I want her bottom and thighs to feel what I felt, Daisy explained. What about you! Daisy asked, delighted that her guest wanted to involve her in her games. This one! Jane said, picking up a leather strap. Why a strap? Daisy enquired. Because I want her bottom and thighs to feel as if they are on fire, Jane said. I see! Daisy said with a smile. Now! Go and remove her uniform and rub this into her bottom, thighs and genitals until she becomes aroused. Then place this over her eyes when you are satisfied that she is ready and bring her over to this chair, Jane whispered, handing her a bottle of oil, a towel and a blindfold from the table. Oil? Daisy enquired. Yes! A well-oiled bottom, thighs and genitals will make the spanking much more painful for her and ensure that we do not have to assert ourselves to satisfy our passions, Jane explained. It would seem that you are experienced when it comes to making sure that the poor darlings are not only punished but give satisfaction in return, Daisy said. Oh yes! Now I think it is time for Amy to help us satisfy our passions, Jane announced. Why the blindfold? Daisy asked. Well! If we are going to avoid getting the oil on our clothes then we are going to have to remove them, besides there is nothing quite like the feel of naked flesh against naked flesh and having her wear a blindfold will not only make her disorientated but will also protect our privacy. Oh! Do not forget to use the towel to wipe your hands before you bring her out, Jane explained. Ok! I will go and prepare her now, Daisy replied, quickly scurrying off to the pantry the excitement in her voice betraying her growing desire to fondle and abuse her charge. After replacing the items that were left into the carpetbag Jane placed the hairbrush under the right chair and the strap under the left chair and then placed the carpetbag under the table before going to the pantry to watch Amys preparation. Daisy left the curtain open this time and although not large the pantry did have enough space and the light from the skylight and a small window at the back was sufficient to illuminate the proceedings much to Janes delight. Stand! Miss Hemmings barked, moving the stool so that the clumsy girl would not fall over it. I am sorry, Amy whimpered. Not as sorry as are going to be if you do not address me correctly, Miss Hemmings replied, part of her wanted to fondle her and the other to whip her, but knowing that she could do both without retribution only served to fuel her lust for the pretty little maid. I am sorry Miss, Amy whimpered. Remove your uniform, Miss Hemmings ordered. Amy did as she was told knowing full well the consequences if did not obey her mistress. Although it was not her first time being naked in front of Miss Hemmings it was the first time in front of Miss Jenkins which made her blush. Jane could not help but drool over Amys beauty and compared her with Polly Tomkins the little maid that Mrs Asher often brought to the infirmary after being punished. Although Amy was a little bit older and slightly bit taller than Polly the differences were minimal. They both had long hair, scrubbed faces, pert little breasts and nipples, sturdy thighs, firm little bottoms, pouting cunts and tight puckered anuses just ripe for ravishing. It was then that Jane remembered that her mistress had mentioned that Mrs Asher was looking for another parlour maid and it occurred to her that Amy would be ideal as she was attractive, obedient and willing to please. This was definitely something that she needed to speak to Mrs Turner about but for now her thoughts turned to the poor little darling nervously standing naked in the pantry. Now listen! You are to stand on this stool and do exactly as you are told, do you understand? Miss Hemmings barked, moving the stool into the centre of the pantry. Yes, Miss, Amy replied. Daisy helped Amy up onto the stool so that she faced away from Jane, the special lemonade making it necessary for her to support her until she was able to gain her balance. Made of solid oak the low rectangular pantry stool had a nonslip surface and was ideal for the purpose as it ensured that the poor darling could turn around and stand with her thighs wide apart without slipping off. Another advantage of course was that Daisy could apply the oil without having to bend unnecessarily. Move your feet apart, Daisy ordered. Amy hesitantly moved her feet apart unsure just how far her mistress wanted them to be only to find out the hard way. Further! Miss Hemmings said, moving her feet to the edges of the stool and smacking her bottom and thighs for a good few moments which made the child whimper. Please, Miss, Amy cried. Be quite! Miss Hemmings said with a sly smile that only Jane could see. Satisfied, Daisy stood to the left of the stool so that Jane could have an uninterrupted view and slowly rubbed the oil into her now sore bottom and then dribbled the oil down her anal crease. Now! Place your hands on your knees, Miss Hemmings ordered. As Amy bent forward her bottom cheeks parted and the oil trickled over her anus and down onto her cunt but her mistress ignored this and moved swiftly onto the backs of her thighs. Stand up and turn around, Miss Hemmings ordered. Amy did as she was told but needed some help to turn, but once in position facing Jane her mistress rubbed the oil into the top half of the front of her thighs. Jane could not help noticing the way that the girl started to fidget and gyrate her bottom back and forth as the oil in her anal crease began to itch. Please Miss! Amy whimpered. Ignoring her pleading, Daisy rubbed the oil into her pert little breasts stopping only when her nipples became hard. Then moving to the right hand side of the stool she coated her hands with oil then placed her left hand over Amys cunt and her right hand between her bottom cheeks. After what seemed to be a long pause which made Amy sigh her mistress started to use her fingers too slowly but methodically massage the oil into her cunt and anus which brought the tart up onto her toes. Whether it was her fingers, the special lemonade or perhaps a combination of both, it did not matter, Amy was starting to show signs of arousal and she deemed it time to stop. Please! Amy whimpered. Please what? Miss Hemmings barked, smacking the fronts of the tarts thighs to punish her insolence. Please Miss! Amy whimpered. Tell me! Did you enjoy that? Miss Hemmings asked. Please Miss! I am sorry, Amy pleaded. Answer my question, Miss Hemmings barked. Yes Miss, Amy replied. Get down! Miss Hemmings barked, leisurely wiping her hands on the towel. Satisfied that she had indeed aroused the little tart, Daisy helped her get down from the stool but then showed no sympathy as she placed the blindfold over her eyes. Please Miss! Amy whimpered. Be quiet! Miss Hemmings said, as she led the tart out of the pantry and through the maze of obstacles to the chair where Miss Jenkins was waiting. Now! You are to sit here until you are told to move and then you are to do exactly as you are told, do you understand? Miss Hemmings said. Yes Miss Amy replied. Unable to see the elaborate arrangement of chairs and mirrors that had been positioned for her spanking, Amy sat as she had been told with the sunlight from the window illuminating her pale oiled skin and highlighting the now reddening smack marks deliciously. To Jane, having Amy aroused through a combination of the special lemonade and her mistresss ministrations would not only make her compliant during her double spanking but easier to arouse again. It also meant that they would be able to explore Amys willingness to please others even when in pain, something that Jane was most interested in testing. Jane then signalled for them to undress and they both hung their clothes on the stand. The benefits of undressing were a freedom of movement and skin to skin contact with their prey. It also meant that their clothes did not get oil on them and perhaps more importantly, it meant that there would be nothing between the tarts flailing knees and thighs and their rubber cocks. For Daisy, this was the first time she had been naked in front of another woman and although nervous, she was not in the slightest bit embarrassed about wearing her rubber cock as she now knew that Jane was wearing one as well. To Jane, being naked in front of another woman was not new and she could not help but compare Daisy with Mrs Asher. Although they both had full breasts, shapely bottoms and firm thighs they had two other things in common, they were both in charge of pretty little parlour maids and they both had a real passion for abusing them. Jane signalled for Daisy to attend to the tart whilst she sat down opposite them in the left hand chair. Another signal indicated that she was to bring Amy between them and for her to then sit down in the right hand chair. Not entirely sure of what she was doing, Daisy knew that it was imperative that she kept the child calm and kept her lust for her under control at least until she was in position so she simply followed Janes signals. Stand! Miss Hemmings ordered. Amy stood up with a little help but as her mistress removed the chair she was sitting on she placed her arms around her to guide her forward. It was then that Amy realised that her mistress was also naked and that made her remember her Nanny who would always remove her clothes before giving her a bath. It was not just the memory of her giving her a bath whilst naked but also the feelings of the skin to skin contact. She recalled that her Nanny would firstly wash and then dry her before taking her time to double check that her cunt and anus were thoroughly clean, a procedure that caused the probing fingers to bring her immense pleasure and make it difficult for her to resist. Daisy led Amy forward and then sat down on the other chair. With the little tart in front of them, they both cupped her bottom and dragged her forward so that she stood with a leg between each of their thighs. It did not take long for Amy to realise that once she started to struggle as she knew she would, that all they needed to do was to tighten their thighs and she would be trapped. Of course, this was just what they intended to do so that her flaying knees would rub and bump up against their rubber cocks providing them with the orgasms they desperately craved. The way that Jane had placed the armless chairs tapering inwards meant that the little tart was not only standing between their thighs with her bottom and thighs reflected in the mirrors, but that her breasts and nipples were at eye level and her cunt and anus were close enough to fondle during the spanking. Standing between their thighs with a blindfold on Amy was unaware of just how lovely her bottom and thighs appeared in the mirrors or just how the combination of the oil and her arousal from the lemonade was driving her mistresses crazy with lust. Now listen! You are going to do as you are told, do you understand? Miss Jenkins said, fondling her bottom and thighs and then fingering her cunt and anus before signalling for Daisy to do the same. Yes! Amy whimpered, the tone in her voice clearly reflecting the strange experience of having her bottom, thighs, cunt and anus fondled by not two but four wandering hands. Yes what? Miss Jenkins barked, smacking Amys oil covered bottom and thighs hard and signalling to Daisy to do the same. It did not take long for Amy to concede. Please Miss! I am sorry, Amy screamed, her struggling causing her knees to rub deliciously up against their rubber cocks. Now! You can see just what I have to put up with. This girl is not only clumsy but she is also impertinent, Daisy said, her voice reflecting the pleasure her rubber cock was giving her. Well! Perhaps we should rethink how we are going to spank her, Jane said. What do you have in mind? Daisy said, having to shout over Amys screams. Well! We could offer her a choice of how she wants to be spanked, either with the implements we have already chosen or by a double hand spanking, Jane suggested. What if she chooses the double hand spanking? Daisy asked, her voice reflecting her concern that she might not get to use the hairbrush. Oh! We just increase the length and severity of the spanking until we are both totally satisfied, Jane replied with a smile. Already feeling aroused by the girls knee rubbing against her rubber cock, Daisy could see the sense in the idea and smiled back. Now listen carefully! You are going to be offered a choice of how you are to be spanked, but mark my words, whichever way you choose, I can assure you that we are not going to stop until we are satisfied, do I make myself clear? Miss Hemmings asked. Yes Miss! Amy whimpered. Daisy hoped that Amy would choose the hairbrush and strap spanking whilst Jane hoped that she would choose the double hand spanking. The reasoning behind Janes decision not to use the strap, was that she had in mind to suggest to Mrs Turner that Amy should be allowed to become a parlour maid under Mrs Asher at Marlborough Hall. From experience Jane knew that Mrs Asher would insist that her new parlour maid had an unblemished bottom and thighs. This double hand spanking would not only mean that any marks would quickly fade but due to her lack of any substantial punishment at Hillcroft the poor darling would be delightfully unprepared for all the pain that the cruel woman enjoys metering out to her charges. Now listen! You have the choice of either a hairbrush and strap spanking or a double hand spanking, Miss Hemmings explained. However, if you decide to take the double hand spanking, I can assure you that it will be much longer and just as painful, do you understand? Miss Jenkins said. Please Miss! I am not sure, Amy whimpered. That is of no consequence to us girl. You have to decide now or we will decide for you, do you understand? Miss Jenkins said. Yes Miss! Amy whimpered. Jane signalled to Daisy to smack Amys bottom and thighs with her hairbrush whilst she did the same with her strap and then to emphasise the difference to smack her bottom and thighs with their hands until she made a decision. Well! What is it to be? Miss Hemmings barked. The double hand spanking Miss, Amy whimpered, the smarting in her bottom and thighs causing her to writhe deliciously up against their rubber cocks. Well then! A double hand spanking it is, but mark my words, you are going to have to show us just how much you are willing to please us if you want us to show you any mercy. Do you understand my girl? Miss Hemmings said. Yes Miss! Amy whimpered. To Daisy, the girls decision was disappointing but to Jane it was ideal and if she could persuade Mrs Turner to let Amy train to be parlour maid under Mrs Asher, then she could be brought along with the Appleby sisters to Marlborough Hall tomorrow afternoon. With their rubber cocks causing their cunts to moisten they were both on fire with lust for the pretty little tart. Now! Are you ready to please us? Miss Jenkins asked. Yes Miss, Amy whimpered. Standing naked between her mistresss thighs, Amy was the picture of erotic deliciousness her nipples and clitoris asking to be pinched and her bottom and thighs begging to be spanked. The special lemonade had played no small part in bringing about a flushed pallor to her pretty face and she showed real signs of arousal. At twelve, the tart had yet to feel any real pain, especially of the sort that Mrs Asher would enjoy administering, but she did have a fascination for seeing the results of others misfortunes. It was at morning ablutions that she would be at her most vigilant as she looked for punished bottoms and thighs and watched enthusiastically as the others had their cunts and anuses roughly violated under the pretext of maintaining the orphanages strict regime of genital hygiene. With Amy so close to them and the smell of her arousal egging them on, they slid their hands over her body rubbing the drying oil back into her lovely pale skin. Then with a synchronised action they fondled her lovely round and firm little bottom in an attempt to prepare it for the spanking. This was made even more enjoyable as they were both able to see the results of their actions reflected in the mirrors. Now listen! If you want us to show you any mercy, then you will have to masturbate both before and during your spanking, do you understand? Miss Hemmings said. Yes Miss! Amy replied, her voice betraying her desire to gain pleasure from the pain she was about to receive. Good! You can start by rubbing your breasts until your nipples harden and then you can pinch them, Miss Jenkins ordered. Amy did as she was told rubbing her oil soaked breasts and then pinching her nipples until the pain made her wince delightfully. Harder! Miss Hemmings ordered, smacking her bottom hard. Please Miss! Amy whimpered. You are not going to get away with it that easily, Miss Hemmings said. Masturbate! Miss Jenkins barked, signalling to Daisy to follow her lead and close her thighs and then turn outwards causing the poor girl to move her thighs further apart. Amy did as she was told, the drying oil burning her flesh as she used her fingers to work the fleshy folds of her delicious little cunt in much the same way as her Aunt had done after her bath and she did late at night in bed when she thought no one was watching. Now! Push your fingers further in and pinch your clitoris, Miss Hemmings ordered. Amy did as she was told pushing her fingers in deeper and then pinching her clitoris. Daisy smiled at her guest as they watched in the mirrors as Amy frantically attempted to quell the itching caused by the drying oil around her anus and then wantonly rubbing her vulva in an attempt to stem the pain. Amy Harper! You are a nothing but a dirty little tart, Miss Jenkins said. Please Miss! I am sorry, Amy whimpered. You like it, dont you? Miss Hemmings teased. Yes Miss! Amy whimpered. Massaging the oil into her bottom and thighs, their breath shortened as they prised her bottom cheeks apart, her mistresss spent a few moments enjoying the reflection in the mirrors of her pouting cunt and puckered anus. Now my girl! It is time for your double spanking, Miss Jenkins announced. Listen carefully! You are to masturbate throughout your spanking and under no circumstances are you to stop until we say so, do you understand, Miss Hemmings explained. Yes Miss! Amy replied. Then before the poor darling had a chance to comprehend what she had agreed to they started the spanking, taking turns to alternate between her bottom and thighs and caused a delightfully surge of erotic pleasure to travel up through their rubber cocks. There was little doubt in their minds that the special lemonade had helped Amy to become aroused. Due to its properties it had caused her lovely pale skin to become accustomed to the pain and brought her close to an orgasm. Stop! Miss Hemmings ordered. Please Miss! Amy whimpered. You like that, dont you? Miss Jenkins teased. Yes! Amy replied. Yes what? Miss Hemmings barked, taking Amys nipples between her fingers and thumbs and pinching them hard. Yes Miss! Amy screamed, her fingers violently pleasuring her clitoris in an attempt to counteract the pain in her bottom and thighs. To women like Jane and Daisy their pleasure was gained from cruelly abusing those little darlings who had agreed to suffer in order to please them and Amy Harper was no exception. The truth of course was that the special lemonade was the cause of Amys wantonness, something that her mistresss knew and intended to exploit to the full. Masturbate! Miss Hemmings barked. Amys ordeal was by no means over and as she wantonly rubbed her clitoris to stem the pain they continued to use their hands to spank her bottom and thighs as hard as they could. However, this had its own problems, none of which was so immediate than the pain that was now building in their hands rendering the spanking less effective. It was obvious to Jane that Daisy was getting frustrated and she sought to help her by suggesting an alternative. Well! I think that I might just have the cure for her wantonness, Miss Jenkins announced, retrieving the carpetbag and taking out a parcel and a pair of gloves and placing them on the table. Opening the parcel she showed the contents to Daisy who was intrigued by what she saw. However, all that Amy could do as she was unable to see what her mistresses were looking at and talking about was to listen in the hope of deciphering what her fate might be. Jane recognised the pot of cream to be one of her mothers concoctions and from experience knew that by massaging it into the girls genitals it would have two reactions. Firstly, it would make her hopelessly aroused and come close to an orgasm. Secondly, it would cause an intense burning to build up turning any pleasure she may be feeling into pain and causing her to writhe delightfully against their rubber cocks. Listen! As you like acting like a tart, then we are going to treat you like one, do you understand? Miss Jenkins explained clearing the table. Yes Miss! Amy whimpered nervously. Now! Bend forward and place your hands down on this table, Miss Hemmings ordered. Amy did as she was told but needed help to place her hands on the table because although she could feel it she could not see it. With her thighs trapped as they were, her bottom cheeks were parted deliciously presenting her mistresss with a tantalisingly erotic view of her vulva and anus in the mirrors. Now listen! We are going to help soothe your aches and pains by massaging some cream into your bottom, thighs and genitals, do you understand? Miss Jenkins asked. Yes Miss! Amy replied. Opening up the pot Jane slipped on the left hand glove and then scooped a generous helping of the cream before signalling to Daisy to do the same with the right hand glove. Then working together they hastily massaged the cream into her bottom and thighs to give her the impression that they were trying to soothe her aches and pains, but quickly moved on to her genitals where they roughly masturbated her taking it in turns to alternate between her cunt and her anus only stopping when they had brought her close to an orgasm. Please Miss! Amy pleaded. You like that, dont you? Miss Jenkins teased. Yes! Amy replied. Have you forgotten something? Miss Hemmings barked, seeking out her inflamed clitoris and pinching it hard making the poor darling scream deliciously. I am sorry Miss! Please dont stop, Amy screamed. Not intending to stop, especially now that their prey was just starting to enjoy the combination of the pain and the pleasure they continued roughly masturbating her until she was about to orgasm and then stopped abruptly. Please Miss! Amy screamed. Amys screams sent shivers down both their spines and as the burning built in her cunt and anus she began to writhe uncontrollably. Jane signalled for Daisy to follow her lead and tighten her grip around her thighs and it did not take long before they were reaping the rewards of all their efforts and spending copiously onto their rubber cocks. Jane was reluctant to let herself become sated quite so early in her visit to Hillcroft but was delighted in the way that they had been able to coerce the little tart into displaying such wantonness. You took your spanking well, Miss Hemmings said, as she wiped away the cream with the towel. Thank you, Miss! Amy replied. Now! How would you like to train to become a parlour maid at Marlborough Hall? It would mean that you would have to leave Miss Hemmings charge and train under Mrs Asher, a strict woman, who always demands total commitment and punishes clumsiness severely, Miss Jenkins asked. There was awkward silence as Amy contemplated the offer. All the girls at Hillcroft would eventually have to go into service but at only twelve she could not help this offer was too good to be true. Proud that she had been able to take her spanking and delighted that she had managed to please her mistresses. Thank you Miss! I would like that very much, Amy replied. Good! I will speak to Mrs Turner when I see her and I will try to persuade her to let you move to Marlborough Hall as soon as possible, Miss Jenkins explained. Stand! Miss Hemmings ordered. Amy did as she was told and was led over to sit on the chair by the window whilst her mistresses got dressed. Once they were both presentable, Daisy led Amy back to the pantry removing the blindfold and then making her put her uniform back on. Now listen! You are to sit on this stool until you are told to move, do you understand? Miss Hemmings said. Yes Miss! Amy said. Leaving the girl sitting on the stool, Daisy returned to the parlour again pleased to see that her guest had rearranged the furniture and was waiting for her. Well! What do think of the little tart then? Daisy asked with a smile. Well! I thought that she handled being spanked by two mistresses well and that you have done an excellent job in training her to please others. Now, if my memory serves me correctly, you said that we could go and see Lady Ambroses governess administer some nursery discipline and Miss Brown administer some different lessons before I meet with Mrs Turner, Jane replied. Yes I did! So if we leave now we can take Amy to the infirmary where she can start her treatments and we will still have enough time to watch the parade of little darlings Lady Ambrose insists upon having to select her prey, Daisy explained. Excellent! Now go and fetch the girl and we can go and find some more entertainment, Jane said. Daisy returned to the pantry to find the little darling sitting on the stool as she had been told. Now listen! We are now going to take you to the infirmary so that Nurse Jones and her assistants can soothe away your aches and pains, do you understand? Miss Hemmings said. Yes Miss! Amy replied. Daisy escorted Amy out of the pantry and all three of them quickly left the parlour making their way down the many unfamiliar corridors. To Jane, the afternoon still had its prospects. To Daisy, the afternoon was going well, especially as she knew what to expect. To Amy, she was under the impression that having her aches and pains soothed away could not be any more painful than being spanked, something that the little tart was about to find out was not necessarily the case.

TALES FROM A COUNTRY ESTATE Part 5, Cruel Pleasures By Dickins A dark and sadistic tale set in England. As the ladies discussed the entertainments it came as no surprise to them to hear the sounds of reprimands and smacks as Miss Fletcher abused the sisters before they left her care. However, these glorious sounds were interrupted by the door of the porters lodge closing and then the sound of horses hooves and carriage wheels coming into the courtyard signalling the end to what had been a most pleasurable afternoon. For both Miss Fletcher and Beatrice, massaging the special blend of oils that the sadistic nun had given them into the sisters already sore bottoms, thighs and genitals was most enjoyable, especially as they needed to smack and pinch them hard in order to bring their blood to the surface. This would make their journey most uncomfortable and with the leather seats slippery with their oil it would prove almost impossible for them to remain still and would provide yet another excuse to punish them. For Sister Sapphire allowing such a clumsy girl as Beatrice to be taken into service as a parlour maid was not only satisfying but would also give her the opportunity to make unannounced visits to Marlborough Hall to enjoy watching her being punished as she struggles to learn her new role. For Lady Marlborough the thought of the bumpy ride home was sending delicious vibrations through her rubber cock, especially as the little tarts had been left in no doubt about just what would happen if they did not co-operate. Knowing that they were likely to serve their purpose well also went a long way to justifying all the effort that had gone into their cruel selection. For Jane the thought of abusing the little darlings in the carriage was just as exciting as the afternoon entertainments, especially as their last serving of the special lemonade would have made their already painful bottoms, thighs and genitals even more sensitive and the confined space of the Brougham would leave them little or no room to wriggle free from their abusive ordeals. In Helen, she was certain that the girl would go a long way to providing the ideal entertainment for her mistresss guests and it would please her mother to have such a lovely little tart to soothe and comfort after being ravished by them. In Emily however, she was as yet uncertain as to her role but knew that those involved in her training would certainly enjoy moulding her and she was confident that the child would do anything to please, especially if it meant avoiding being punished. Suddenly the door to the adjoining room opened and Beatrice came out flushed and full of excitement. Please Sister! Miss Fletcher has told me to tell you that Helen and Emily have been prepared as you instructed and are waiting aboard the carriage, Beatrice explained. Thank you Beatrice! Now go and help Miss Fletcher to keep them calm until we arrive, Sister Sapphire replied. Yes Miss! Beatrice replied, scurrying out of the parlour. As Sister Sapphire accompanied her quests to their carriage she handed Lady Marlborough some bottles of the specially blended oils that she had prepared for Miss Fletcher in no doubt that she would find plenty of use for them and then reflected on what had been a most pleasant afternoon in the company of her good friend and her companion. Lady Marlborough also reminded her good friend just how fortunate she was to have Miss Fletcher as a court escort, not only because she brought her fresh little darlings, but because during the welcome she possessed a real skill in humiliating and cruelly abusing them. Outside in the courtyard the afternoon sun made the Brougham look resplendent and the horses clearly refreshed from being stabled out of the heat. As Lady Marlborough approached, the driver indicated his intention to keep his part of the bargain and try his best to earn that extra shilling. Inside the carriage the sisters had been made to sit together with Emily in the middle and Beatrice at her side. This ensured, at least at the start of the journey, that there was little room on the seat for any movement and all three girls wore their new uniforms but the sisters kilts had been removed so that their oil covered bottoms and thighs would not spoil the fabric. Not one for spending time with farewells especially as she knew that she and her good friend would be meeting again very soon, Lady Marlborough and Jane climbed aboard the Brougham and sat down opposite their prey adjusting their rubber cocks to make themselves more comfortable as they sank back into the leather seats that had been generously filled with horsehair. Beatrice! Come and sit between us, Lady Marlborough ordered, which meant that there was now an empty space next to Emily. With a tap on the roof the driver flicked his whip and made the horses walk on and then out of the courtyard and slowly down the steep drive. As they passed the front of the orphanage Jane was once more drawn to the windows but alas there were no curious little faces peering out at them this time. Now listen carefully! You are to sit still and there is to be no fidgeting or you will be punished, do you hear me? Miss Jenkins said. Yes Miss, the sisters chorused, the special lemonade making Emily giggle. Pass me my carpetbag, Lady Marlborough told Jane with a smile and pointed to its location. The black leather carpetbag, which she always kept in the carriage, contained all the implements and accessories she considered to be necessary to keep order in the carriage whilst away from Marlborough Hall. Now listen to me! You are very lucky to have been selected. Believe me, you would not have liked being left at that orphanage with its daily regime of menial chores and cruel punishments. Instead, Miss Jenkins has given you the chance to prove your willingness to please, but make no mistake about it, if you do not, then you will be punished, do you understand? Lady Marlborough asked sternly, withdrawing a supple leather strap from the carpetbag and handing it to Jane with a smile. Helen was reluctant to answer and Emily started to cry so Miss Jenkins took the opportunity to reprimand them. You will answer when you are asked a question, she said sternly. Then standing up, she brought the strap down hard several times across their exposed thighs making them scream deliciously and when she sat down an orgasm caused by the combination of their screams and the motion of the rubber cock tore through her body. Now! Apologise to Miss Jenkins, Lady Marlborough ordered. Sorry Miss, they chorused. Now listen to me! Miss Jenkins is in charge now and you will do as she tells you. If you do not, then you will be punished again, do you understand? Lady Marlborough asked. Yes Miss, they sobbed. Beatrice watched excitedly and desperately hoped that she would be in some way involved, especially with little Emily whom she had enjoyed abusing so much under Miss Fletchers watchful eye. As the carriage left the smooth surface of the orphanage drive and turned onto the country lane it was then that the excitement started to build and having promised the driver an extra shilling for his efforts they did not have to wait long before the potholes and ruts made the carriage bounce and rock bringing them the pleasures they so dearly craved. With a crack of his whip the driver sent the two dapple-grey horses into a spirited trot and the sisters quickly found that they were unable to stop themselves from sliding about on their oiled bottoms and thighs and Helen being the heaviest knocked little Emily sideways making her bump into the side of the carriage and then completely off the seat onto to the floor in front of a delighted Beatrice. "You clumsy child! What did I tell you would happen if you didnt sit still? Miss Jenkins asked. Please Miss! I couldnt help it, Emily pleaded. That makes no difference! Answer my question, Miss Jenkins said abruptly. That I would be punished Miss, Emily replied nervously. As the carriage rocked and bounced Emily was being thrown about on the floor so Miss Jenkins helped her to regain her seat, but this act was not out of concern but merely an excuse to fondle her and to ensure that the oil was well rubbed into her bottom and thighs again. As she helped Emily to climb back up onto the seat it became apparent to her that Miss Fletcher in her bid to abuse the little tart for the last time had ensured that her delicate little cunt and anus had been made painfully sore. She also suspected that it would be the same for her sister who remained as still as she could to avoid being punished, but grimmest deliciously as the friction from the drying oil on the leather seat started to burn her bottom and thighs. Do you think that Emily deserves to be punished? Lady Marlborough asked Beatrice. Yes Miss! She needs to learn some self-control, Beatrice replied with a smile, her breathing starting to increase. "Right! In that case, you can be the one to punish her," Miss Jenkins told a delighted Beatrice. Thank you Miss! Beatrice said excitedly. To Beatrices delight, Lady Marlborough withdrew from her carpetbag a cruel looking hairbrush, one that had a solid wooden back and stiff bristles and handed it to her. However, her hopes of using the bristle side of the hairbrush on Emilys little bottom and thighs, something that she had done many times to great effect when punishing the little ones in her dormitory, were cruelly dashed when the carriage suddenly swerved and came to an abrupt halt. Now young lady! Do not think that you have escaped punishment because you have not, Lady Marlborough explained to Emily, putting the cruel looking hairbrush back into her carpetbag and smiling at Beatrice. As raised voices were heard outside the seriousness of the situation became apparent, not least that their unconventional activities might be discovered, so the sisters were quickly made to stand up and after wiping away what oil was still left on the seat and floor they were made to put their kilts back on again. Enquiring of the driver as to what the commotion was about Lady Marlborough was told that a woman had been walking with a little girl along the country lane when the pace of the carriage had frightened the child and one of the horses had jinked causing him to swerve. On further questioning, the woman told him that she often became over excited and that she would be soundly punished just as soon as she got her home. Not one for passing up an opportunity to meet like-minded women, especially those who could be persuaded to punish children for entertainment, Lady Marlborough gave the driver instructions to offer them a ride home. This would not only act as a reward for the interruption to their pleasures, but would give her the opportunity to persuade the woman, who clearly took her responsibility for the childs discipline seriously, to punish her now rather than having to wait until she got her home. Weary from walking in the heat of the afternoon sun, the woman accepted the offer and after giving directions to the driver lifted the child up into the carriage and then climbed aboard herself. To make room, Jane had already made Helen and Emily slide apart so that the woman could sit between them with the child on her lap. For those sitting opposite, this gave a first view of the little girl who was wearing a short pinafore dress, white ankle socks and black shoes and had a ribbon in her hair. To their delight, as the woman sat back into the deep leather seat she lifted the little girl up onto her lap, not as you would expect with her arms around her, but by placing her hands under the childs knees and bringing them right back giving a tantalising view of her delicious little cunt and anus as she was not wearing any undergarments. This could have been due to the heat, but it is more likely that this woman enjoyed having the freedom to punish her at will. This was quite apparent from her handy work, as marks consistent with a recent punishment adorned the childs pale little bottom and thighs. Once everyone was sitting comfortably, Lady Marlborough tapped on the roof and the driver made the horses walk on. This had the effect of making the atmosphere in the carriage appear tranquil, but more importantly provided more time for them to get to know their guests. Welcome aboard! Lady Marlborough announced. Thank you Madam, the woman replied, the familiar smell of oil making her feel relaxed. My name is Lady Marlborough and this is my companion Miss Jenkins. We were in the process of escorting these three girls from St Agathas orphanage to Marlborough Hall when our journey was abruptly halted by this very naughty little girl, Lady Marlborough said curtly. My lady! My name is Edna Allsop and this is my daughter Alice and we were on our way home to Markem. I apologise for her behaviour but she often gets over excited, a condition that I have found from experience can only really be effectively controlled by sound punishments, Edna explained. My stepdaughter suffers from the same condition and I do agree that the most effective way of controlling her is with sound punishments. You said you were on your way to Markem. Do you by any chance know of its confectionary shop? Lady Marlborough asked with a smile. Oh yes my lady! We often visit. I remember the first time. It was not long after her father had passed away and we had just moved to the village. Alice got so over excited seeing all the sweets and cakes that she knocked one of the display stands over. However, the owner, I forget his name, instead of drawing attention to the matter in front of his customers replaced the stand and took me to one side and asked if she behaved like that often. I said that she did but when I told him that I was going to punish her as soon as I got her home he just smiled and suggested that I should try some of his special lozenges, ones that he kept under the counter, Edna explained. Did he explain what effects the lozenges would have? Jane enquired. Yes Madam! He explained that giving her one lozenge as soon as she got over excited would help to calm her down, then by giving her another one just as soon as I got her home, that would greatly increase the time I had to punish her, a fact that I can attest too as I have been purchasing them ever since, Edna explained. Did he suggest anything else? Lady Marlborough enquired. Yes my lady! He suggested that I should try massaging some oil into her bottom and thighs prior to punishing her to make her skin more sensitive, Edna explained. Did you try using some oil? Jane enquired. Yes Madam! I can certainly vouch for the effect it has, Edna replied. Not wanting to make reference to the partners, men who had only the other day ravished her stepdaughter after giving her lozenges similar to the ones that Edna was talking about, Lady Marlborough made no mention of them but came to the conclusion that she was just as passionate about abusing Alice as she was Hannah. How old are you Alice?" Jane asked. There was an awkward silence. I am sorry Madam, but one of the effects of the lozenge I gave her to calm her down is that it subdues her and I doubt that you will be able to have a meaningful conversation with her at present. However, I am pleased to tell you that she can still scream most delightfully when she is being punished, Edna replied. We understand! Lady Marlborough said. How old is your daughter? Jane asked. "She will be eight in a couple of days," Edna replied. She is very pretty! Do you enjoy punishing her? Lady Marlborough asked with a smile. There was another awkward silence. In her mind Lady Marlborough was formulating plans for this newly discovered little darling, one of which was to invite them both to Marlborough Hall to celebrate Alices eighth birthday. She was confident that she would be able to find like-minded women who would be only too eager to help out and other little girls her age to make the party appear normal in time. However, once the drugged refreshments had been consumed, they would all find out just how vulnerable they were to being abused and tortured as they played the cruel party games. There is no need to deny it to us. Miss Jenkins and I share your passion for humiliating and abusing children, especially when they have been drugged and are not in any condition to stop us, Lady Marlborough told her with a smile. Oh yes! I do my lady. Since her father died I have been left to bring her up on my own and I have found that her sometimes unpredictable behaviour is most effectively dealt with by methodical and lengthy punishments, Edna replied, this time with a lot more confidence. How do you punish her? Lady Marlborough probed. Well my lady! When she gets over excited and the lozenges have helped calm her down, I take my time to massage some oil into her bottom and thighs and then give a sound spanking and I do not stop until her screams and writhing have given me at least one orgasm, Edna explained, a look of relief on her face as she got to finally admit to her passion. Now listen! You have nothing to fear from us by admitting to your passion, Lady Marlborough told her, delighted to have found in this woman someone who could be persuaded to abuse her child and let her become the source of some cruel entertainment. Where do you consider is the best environment to spank her? Jane asked. Well Madam! I have found from experience that if I spank her in her bedroom then I can put her to bed afterwards so she can sleep off the effects of the lozenges, Edna explained. Do you have a favourite position? Lady Marlborough asked. Oh yes my lady! When I have applied the oil and judge her to be ready, I sit on her bed and stand her facing me and place her left knee firmly up against my groin. Then I lay her down to my left, I am right handed you see, in that way I can not only watch her lovely pale bottom and thighs change colour but I can also feel the full force of her knee as it grinds against my cunt and brings me to orgasm, Edna explained, this time with much more enthusiasm. That sounds most satisfactory, Jane said. It certainly is and the beauty of it all is that she never objects to being spanked when I have given her the lozenges or ever remembers just how painful it was the next time, so I make every spanking as hard as I can, in order to get the most from her writhing, Edna explained with a smile. You say that you spank Alices bottom and thighs. Have you ever been tempted to spank her on her genitals? Lady Marlborough asked. Again there was an awkward silence. Madam! I can assure you that these girls are sitting on very painful bottoms and thighs and in the case of Helen and Emily also on sore genitals, all as a consequence of my cruel methods of selection, Jane explained. Well my lady! I am aware that her genitals would be more sensitive than her bottom and thighs but I have never spanked her there. However, I am willing to try if that is what you recommend, Edna replied with a smile. You are welcome to spank her now, Lady Marlborough said with a smile. But my lady! What if I have an orgasm? Edna enquired. Now listen! Alice deserves to be soundly spanked for all the inconvenience she has caused us and we would not be in the slightest bit offended if you were to have an orgasm, Lady Marlborough explained. Thank you my lady! Edna replied. But I do not have any oil, Edna replied with a real sense of regret. That is not a problem. You can use some of ours, Lady Marlborough said. That would be most welcome my lady, Edna replied, giving Alice a lozenge from her pocket, that one being the second within ten minutes and the one that would seal her fate. Then with a newly found confidence, Edna lifted Alice up and off her lap and removed her dress, shoes and socks to leave her standing naked and turned her slowly around so that everyone could enjoy her lovely charms. It did not take her long for Edna to notice the lust in Beatrices eyes and decided to seek permission for her help. Would it be alright if Beatrice were to spank her? Edna asked with a smile. By all means! She has experience of punishing little girls like Alice. For example, only this afternoon she helped Miss Fletcher to give Helen and more particularly Emily the welcome a particularly painful introduction to life at St Agathas that all the new girls receive on their arrival. She was also allowed to discipline the other girls in her dormitory, is that not correct? Lady Marlborough asked with a smile. Yes Miss! Sister Argyle who was in charge of our dormitory let me punish the others because she knew that I had a real passion for it. Although she had a cruel looking whip dangling from her waist this was just for intimidation as she preferred to watch rather than to actually punish them herself. I really enjoyed punishing them, especially the little ones because their bottoms and thighs were more sensitive and they struggled and screamed so delightfully, Beatrice replied. Do you think that Alice will struggle and scream? Miss Jenkins asked. Oh! I do hope so Miss, Beatrice replied her voice full of hope. How did you punish them? Edna enquired. Well Miss! I knew that Sister Argyle and the other girls enjoyed seeing and hearing the punishment, so I let them gather around as an extra humiliation to the culprit. During the day, I would sit on a chair by the window with her bottom pointing towards them and her thighs widely parted. At night, I would place candles on her bedside table and several pillows under her bottom to lift it up and make her open her thighs so that we could enjoy her charms as she struggled. I liked to use the bristle side of my hairbrush you see, as I found from experience that this was the quickest and most effective way of achieving the maximum amount of pain and after their punishments it was not uncommon for the little minxes to beg me to masturbate them to take away the pain, Beatrice replied, a clear sign of lust in her eyes. Well! Did you? Edna enquired. What! Beatrice replied. Masturbate them? Edna asked, her affection for Beatrice starting to grow. That would depend Miss! Sister Argyle would let me punish the others but she would not condone me masturbating them as at St Agathas orphanage that was a sin punishable by a public whipping, so I had to wait until she had gone to bed. You see I had a rule that being masturbated was a reward that had to be earned, so I insisted that they had to endure a sound spanking before I would even consider that. If they did, then I would caress their nipples and tease their aching clitorises, if they did not, then they would have to wait until their next spanking to prove if they were worthy or not, Beatrice explained. Did you ever do anything other than masturbate them? Miss Jenkins enquired. Oh yes Miss! The regime at St Agathas was very harsh and the nature of the environment bred a toughness into even the youngest girls. In my dormitory, those who endured the soundest of spankings found that I could be persuaded to engage in other pleasurable activities, Beatrice explained. This all sounds most interesting, but I asked you what else you did? Miss Jenkins replied curtly. I am sorry Miss! Beatrice replied. There is no need to be sorry! Just tell us what else you did to help take their pain away, Lady Marlborough said curtly, hardly able to believe that this was the same girl who not an hour ago was writhing under her fingers. I would take advantage of those who were far too nervous, ashamed or excited to object. I am not talking about just masturbating them although I would do that, but using them for my own sexual pleasure, Beatrice explained. I will not ask you again. Tell us what you did? Miss Jenkins said, her frustration with the girl starting to show. In her mind, Jane had already worked out just how painful Helen and Emilys introduction to her mother was going to be, but dearly hoped that Beatrices introduction to Mrs Asher would be just as painful in order to knock some sense into the attractive but obstinate young tart. Well Miss! When Sister Argyle had gone to bed and the others were settled, I would creep over to the girls bed and after removing my nightgown slip under the covers. As expected I would be greeted by the warmth of her nakedness and although I might have visited her many times before I found that getting to know her contours again exciting. I would toy with her nipples and slowly grind my clitoris up against hers until we were both satisfied, Beatrice explained, this time with more confidence. Did you use any other methods of punishment? Lady Marlborough asked. Yes Miss! In the beginning Sister Argyle insisted that I use her whip, but as my confidence grew I would challenge her orders by pinching and using my hand before settling for my trusty hairbrush, Beatrice explained. Did you find pinching them had the same effect as your hairbrush? Miss Jenkins enquired. Well Miss! Perhaps it was not as painful, but I always followed it with a spanking with the bristle side of the hairbrush to show who was in charge, Beatrice replied. Did you have any favourites? Edna asked. Yes Miss! I did have a few, but I remember one little girl in particular and her name was Eliza, Beatrice explained. Tell us about her, Edna requested. Well Miss! She was a little younger but just as pretty as Alice and I fell head over heels in love with her as soon as set eyes on her. As she had been assigned to my dormitory it was my responsibility to punish her, which was quite often because she had the knack of getting on the wrong side of Sister Argyle. She was also timid and struggled and screamed most deliciously as I spanked her. Eliza was one of those minxes who would beg me to masturbate her afterwards to take away the pain. Her skin was pale and sensitive, so filled with lust I could not help but take full advantage of her nature to bite her nipples and pinch her clitoris, which caused her to gasp and arch franticly, Beatrice said, with a broad smile. Now! If you are going to use oil then the girls will need to take off their kilts, Lady Marlborough explained, conscious of the rapid progress that the carriage was making towards the village of Markem. Are you ready to spank Alice? Edna asked Beatrice with a smile. Oh yes Miss! Beatrice replied, quickly removing her kilt and wrapping her arms tightly around the child to help keep her still. Now yours! Miss Jenkins ordered Helen and Emily. Helen was quick to obey, but Emily hesitated long enough for her mistress to make her stand up and have her kilt removed. Then to her horror Emily felt her sore bottom and thighs being soundly spanked again. What did I tell you would happen if you did not do as I asked? Miss Jenkins asked Emily, who was screaming and frantically trying to rub away the pain. That I would be punished Miss, Emily replied. Yes that is correct! When we arrive I am going to introduce you both to my mother, but you Emily are going to find out just what real pain feels like, Miss Jenkins explained to the crying child. Lady Marlborough handed one of the bottles of specially blended oils to Edna who slowly massaged the contents into Alices bottom and thighs and then for the very first time into the delicate folds of her vulva and anus. This would not only make her skin more sensitise but helped by the lozenges would make her spanking much more enjoyable to watch. Now! How do you propose to spank her? Lady Marlborough asked. Well my lady! I thought that we could all play a part. Her wrists could be held by Helen and Emily, her ankles by yourself and Miss Jenkins and I could steady her whilst Beatrice spanks her, Edna replied. That sounds most satisfactory, Lady Marlborough said, indicating to Jane that she knew just where to place the childs ankles for the most reward. Now listen! You are to keep a hold of her wrists or you will be punished, do you understand? Miss Jenkins asked curtly. Yes, Miss! the sisters chorused. Now! Which implements do you want to use? Lady Marlborough asked Beatrice as she handed her the carpetbag. As Beatrice excitedly rummaged through the carpetbag handling the implements one by one, it became clear from the childs glazed expression that she was completely oblivious to her fate. Seeing that expression before when Hannah had been given lozenges and then ravished it was also clear that the little darling would struggle and scream deliciously but would not be able to stop herself from being spanked. These, Miss! Beatrice said. It came as no surprise to see that she had chosen the hairbrush as that had been her implement of choice in the dormitory, but a riding crop only served to puzzle and intrigue them, especially Helen and Emily as memories of their cruel riding mistress Miss Shaw came coming flooding back, a woman who would use a lunge whip to school their ponies and a riding crop to school them. Very well! Lady Marlborough said approvingly. Turning Alice to face her, Edna gave Helen her left wrist to hold and Emily her right and forced the childs head between her thighs. Then lifting her under her waist she offered her left ankle to Lady Marlborough and her right to Miss Jenkins and then adjusted her on top of Beatrices lap. This position parted Alices thighs and provided an uninterrupted view of her charms which were deliciously pale and offered much intrigue as the state they would be in afterwards. Remember now! Keep a tight hold of her wrists, Miss Jenkins reminded the sisters. Placing her knees under Alice to ensure that she was at a convenient height, Beatrice slowly slid her hands over her oil covered bottom, which was firm and round, then with her heart thudding with pleasure, began to spank her with the bristle side of the hairbrush. This had the desired effect as the little tart screamed deliciously, her ankles doing a merry dance up against the rubber cocks and her head twisting erratically sending her mother into raptures. They listened as she screamed and watched as the child jerked and squirmed with every stroke admiring the patterns that the bristles made on her pale skin, but then before Alice had a chance to settle the second wave of cruel spanks started to land distorting her little bottom and thighs again. Beatrice stopped to stroke her bottom, her breath shortening as she felt the indents left by the bristles. Then putting the hairbrush down, she pulled her bottom cheeks apart, sobbing with delight as she spread the tender flesh that protected her anus and cunt. Both holes exposed, one clenched and knotted in worry while the other pouted deliciously. Thank you! That will be sufficient, Lady Marlborough ordered. But Miss! I have not finished yet, Beatrice said. Very well! But not on her bottom, Lady Marlborough said, considering what she had in mind for the little tart in the next couple of days, she did not want her lovely little bottom to be unduly scarred. What if she was turned over, Miss Jenkins suggested. Very well! Lady Marlborough said with a smile. It did not take long to turn the child over so that she was positioned in the same way as before, only this time facing upwards. To her delight, Edna was now astride her daughters head whilst Lady Marlborough and Miss Jenkins were able to trap her ankles between their thighs, which left Helen and especially Emily holding her wrists tightly and in a constant state of worry about what would happen if they were to accidently let them go. In the meantime Beatrice took a firm hold of the riding crop, only this time she was going to use it where Alice would feel it the most, directly on her cunt. Eager to play her part in the little tarts cruel abuse, Jane caressed the childs nipples and pinched her clitoris making the little tart scream and struggle wildly. "Right!" Beatrice gasped. The riding crop at the ready, Beatrice measured it along the folds of Alices tender little cunt and brought it down, making it whistle as it sped through the air and onto her clitoris. Except for Helen and Emily who still held onto her wrists for dear life, Alices screams thrilled her audience as they shook with pleasure and took full advantage of her struggles to bring themselves to orgasm. Alice was now panting and delirious with pain. That is enough! Lady Marlborough announced. Beatrice, still full of lust obeyed her mistress and returned the implements to the carpetbag. In the meantime, Alice was dressed and settled astride her mothers lap and allowed to sleep off the effects of the special lozenges for the remainder of the short journey. That was most enjoyable Beatrice. I can see now why Sister Argyle left you in charge of punishing the others, Edna said. Thank you Miss, Beatrice replied with a smile. Yes! A most pleasurable experience, Miss Jenkins said, still recovering from the childs struggles. Yes, most enjoyable! Perhaps you and your daughter would like to visit us at Marlborough Hall. In fact, let me send a carriage to fetch you both so that she can celebrate her birthday at a party along with other little girls her age. That way we would have the opportunity to really get to know her, Lady Marlborough said with a smile. Thank you! That would be most kind of you my lady, Edna said with a smile. As they neared the village of Markem all in the carriage was tranquil. The poor child was asleep on her mothers lap, Helen and Emily were desperately trying to avoid further punishment, Beatrice was full of herself, and the ladies sat back in the deep leather seats sated and radiant with exhaustion. It was a sorry little girl that Edna carried into the cottage, a little girl who had paid off some of her debt for interrupting their pleasures, but one who on her eighth birthday would be finding out just how much more she owed. *** The journey back to Marlborough Hall was a relatively quiet affair that is compared with the frenzy of Alices spanking. After leaving Edna and Alice, the driver stopped at the confectionery shop in the village. This was so that Lady Marlborough could make arrangements for the partners to make a return visit and to purchase some of those lozenges, the ones that seemed to work so well on Alice. Entering the grounds via the east gate, the carriage meandered its way along the long drive briefly slowing as it passed over the ornate bridge and Lady Marlborough remarked to Jane about just how resplendent Marlborough Hall looked in the setting sun. As Lady Marlborough and Jane reminisced about the afternoons pleasures she suddenly had the idea that if the weather was fine some of Alices party games could be played outside. Perhaps she would use the box hedge maze, a favourite of her late husbands, who insisted that it was kept at a height level with a childs waist and left untrimmed and prickly so that as they were forced to run naked through it they ended up with scratches on their bottoms, thighs and genitals. As was the usual practice on such occasions, the driver went around to back of the hall stopping outside the tradesmans entrance. Stepping down from the Brougham, Lady Marlborough handed the driver the extra shilling that he had duly earned. When the carriage had left Miss Jenkins escorted Helen and Emily up the back stairs to be introduced to her mother. However, Lady Marlborough instead of taking Beatrice to Mrs Asher straight away decided the tart would be of more use to her so she escorted her up to her private quarters where she intended to take her time to find out just how much the poor girl was willing to take orders and to do as she was told.

TALES FROM A COUNTRY ESTATE By Dickins Chapter 9, Cruel Entertainments A dark and sadistic tale set in England. As the women escorted Amy to the infirmary a cool breeze circulated along the thickly walled corridors that ran under the orphanage. To Daisy this was quite normal, to Amy it was of no consequence, but to Jane it meant that she was no longer quite so flushed. "Stop dawdling!" Miss Hemming's barked, taking a firm hold of Amy's arm. "Perhaps we should make her lead the way," Miss Jenkins suggested. "Yes! That is good idea," Miss Hemming's said, pushing the little tart to the front and then lifting up the hem of her uniform at the back to smack her already sore bottom and thighs hard. "Please Miss! I am sorry," Amy whimpered. With the little tart leading the way they made better progress and were soon arrived at the infirmary. "Wait here! I am sorry but Mrs Turner only allows staff and their chargers to enter the infirmary," Daisy explained, ushering Amy in through the door. Jane was able to hear, albeit faintly, as Daisy explained to Nurse Jones just what treatment she required for the little tart. She also knew that there would be an opportunity to watch her being treated later so she was not unduly disappointed. "Tell me! Why are visitors not allowed into the infirmary?" Jane asked as Daisy returned. "Well! It is part of Hillcroft's philosophy to keep our charges apart from visitors and benefactors unless they are entertaining them. By keeping them apart it also ensures that the reactions to their abuse are as realistic as possible because they do not have anyone other than their mistresses to try and impress," Daisy explained. "Realistic!" Jane said. "Yes! It has been found that they will scream and writhe much more readily when being abused by their mistresses than when entertaining visitors and benefactors. This is because they have not got to remain quite so stoic in order to impress them," Daisy explained. "I see!" Jane replied. "Now! We better get going if we want to watch `The Parade' and find out which poor little darling her Ladyship chooses to entertain her," Daisy said. "Tell me! Will there be anyone else watching with us?" Jane asked. "Oh no! Mrs Turner's office is private and where she likes to entertain her visitors and benefactors. However, she is aware that there are spyholes and grilles in the adjoining room wall but insists that they are only used with her permission and on special occasions such as this one," Daisy explained. "She knows that we will be watching then?" Jane asked. "Oh yes! But it is important to remember that Lady Ambrose and her friend do not know that we will be watching, but because Mrs Turner knows she will no doubt be encouraging them to act out their passions to the full," Daisy replied. After walking along several gas lit corridors they stopped at a door that to Jane looked much like a storeroom. Entering quietly Daisy shut the door and took hold of Jane's arm to guide her as there was little in the way of any light other than from a small open window. "Tell me! Why is it so dark in here?" Jane asked. "Well! It is important that the light in this room is kept to a minimum so that the spyholes and grilles are not visible to anyone in the office. The last thing that Mrs Turner wants is for her visitors to know that they are being watched," Daisy explained. Once Jane's eyes had adjusted to the lack of light in the room she was able to see that the spyholes and grilles were ideally positioned at eye height when sitting down to watch and listen to the clandestine activities on the other side of the brick wall. Women's voices could be heard in the office discussing `The Parade' which quickly quelled any concerns that they were too late. There was a sharp contrast between the darkness of the room they were in and the brightness of the office. Two armless chairs had been placed on a raised platform one in front of each spyhole. Daisy helped Jane up onto the platform and then sat down pressing her eye up against one of the spyholes. Jane quickly followed but needed to adjust her rubber cock as she sat down to make herself comfortable. "Good! We are not too late," Daisy exclaimed. As Jane looked around Mrs Turner's office she was amazed at just how large it was and because it had a large bay window and a gaslight attached to the ceiling it was decidedly well lit. There was a desk and a chair over by the window and on the mantelpiece above the fireplace there were several small ornaments and an ornate clock. Above them was a large mirror that hung in such a way that it was angled downwards. On the other side of the fireplace was a bookcase full of medical books and journals and a clothes stand. Along the adjoining wall under the spyholes, although it was difficult to see because of the angle, there was an armless chair, a comfortable chair that had been positioned opposite the middle of the platform and in the corner a small occasional table and a larger table laid out with refreshments and various covered objects. A platform had been placed in the middle of the office that was wide enough and high enough to ensure that those girls paraded on it were in full view of their audience and at the same level as the spyholes. Also due to the angle of the mirror anyone watching through the spyholes would have a view of their fronts and backs at the same time. As she listened to their conversation Jane was also able to get a glimpse of the women as they came into view. Mrs Turner was much the same as she had imagined and in the way she spoke and acted very much the hostess making sure that her guests came first and that they were well catered for. Nothing seemed to be too much trouble for the woman as she offered her quests refreshments and when they were ready to start she helped Lady Ambrose to sit in the comfortable chair opposite the middle of the platform. It was also customary when was entertaining her visitors and benefactors in the privacy of her office that she would insist that they seek their own pleasures from the occasion which usually took the form of wearing a rubber cock or some other masturbatory devise. Lady Ambrose was older than she had imagined but nevertheless had an air of authority about her. Her friend seemed to be the one who was going to be providing all the entertainment as she carried a carpetbag similar to her own which no doubt was also full of disciplinary implements. However, it was by the matter of fact way in which she dropped the bag on the floor that made Jane realise that the woman had done this all before and if what Daisy had said was anything to go by Mrs Turner knew precisely what would be coming next. "My Lady! It is a pleasure to have you and your friend Sybil visiting us this afternoon but as you did not give us any warning I am afraid we were not prepared. However, as soon as you arrived I sent word for my staff to seek any suitable girls who had missed being punished this morning to be brought to my office," Mrs Turner explained. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose said, handing Mrs Turner a sealed envelope which Jane could only think contained payment for the entertainment and if Daisy was to be believed, although she enjoyed participating in the poor little darling's ordeals she also had no qualms about accepting much needed funds to help keep Hillcroft afloat. It was obvious to Jane from the way that the three women talked and acted that they not only knew each other but that it was not the first time that they had contrived to make the poor darling's suffer. "Are Lady Ambrose and her friend regular visitors?" Jane asked. "Oh yes! Lady Ambrose and her friend have been using these visits and her position as a generous benefactor to satisfy their passion for abusing the poor darlings for as long as I can remember and Mrs Turner has always been only too pleased to oblige them," Daisy explained. As the women discussed the details of `The Parade' the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the office and a woman's raised voice silenced their conversation. "Now listen! You are to be on your best behaviour and you are to do exactly as you are told, do you hear me?" the woman barked. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. There was a knock at the door and when Mrs Turner opened it six girls of roughly the same age were ushered into the office. "Quickly now! Up onto the platform and face the ladies," the woman ordered, unhooking the dog whip from her waist and then swishing it through the air menacingly. Jane could not be certain how many of these poor darlings had been brought to Mrs Tuner's office under these circumstances before, but from the look on their faces when they saw that there was not only Mrs Turner but also three other women present they appeared petrified. They all wore white sailor uniforms similar to the ones that the girls at Marlborough Hall are made to wear but intriguingly they also had coloured ribbons in their hair. Walking along the row of nervous girls, Mrs Turner looked menacingly into their eyes in an attempt to remind them of just how important it was for them to impress their audience. "Tell me! Why are they wearing coloured ribbons of different lengths in their hair?" Jane asked. "Well! Mrs Turner insists that they are worn so that our benefactors and visitors can select them according to their experience of being physically and sexually abused. You see there are those who prefer to select the ones that have little or no experience so that they can humiliate them as they abuse them for the first time. Then of course there are those who prefer to select those who have some or allot of experience so that they can satisfy their real passion for cruelty knowing that the poor little darling's will do their best to remain stoic in order to please them," Daisy replied. "What do the different colours mean?" Jane asked. "Well! The colours denote the extent of their experience of physical and sexual abuse. White denotes none, yellow denotes a little, blue denotes some, red denotes average and green denotes that they are nothing but a tart," Daisy explained. "I see!" Jane replied, her voice indicating that she understood but was suddenly drawn to the action in the office. "We are delighted Miss Clark that you have been able to find so many girls in need of punishment at such late notice," Mrs Turner said, with a smile. "Thank you! All these girls are guilty of some infringement or another for which they have yet to be punished. I have made it quite clear to them that they will need to impress Lady Ambrose if they want to be chosen by her to be punished in private now rather than later in front of the others," Miss Clark replied. "Very good!" Mrs Turner said. "Turn!" Miss Clark ordered. The girls turned so that they faced away from their audience. However, the more knowledgably amongst them who had been there before knew to look in the mirror so that they could watch as Lady Ambrose pointing at them and discussed their fate with the other ladies. Then with a signal from Lady Ambrose the girls were made to dismount the platform and were led out of the office into the corridor again. To her disappointment, Jane was not able to hear the whispered instructions that her Ladyship gave to Mrs Turner, but she was intrigued when the woman stepped outside returning with just three of them. Lady Ambrose had decided that these three girls should be inspected and questioned and although they were of a similar age they jostled delightfully for the woman's attention. "Now! Up onto the platform and face the ladies again," Mrs Turner ordered. They did as they were told and nervously faced the women. Jane was able to see that two of them wore blue ribbons of medium length which denoted that they had some experience and one of them wore a yellow ribbon of a much shorter length denoting that she had little experience. Also the way they were positioned on the platform meant that the least experienced girl now stood between the others. "Now listen! In order to be chosen, you will not only have to impress Lady Ambrose but you will need to answer any questions you are asked truthfully, do you understand?" Mrs Turner explained. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. "Good! Then we can proceed. This is Miss Reynolds who is a governess and is very experienced at disciplining little girls like you, is that not correct my dear?" Mrs Turner asked, beckoning the woman to come and join her. "Oh yes!" Miss Reynolds said, walking over to her carpetbag and retrieving a cruel looking strap then walking up and down and then around the back of the platform all the time menacingly smacking the strap into to hand in an attempt to gauge the poor darling's reactions. "Now listen! Miss Reynolds is going to inspect you, do you understand?" Mrs Turner asked them. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. "Good! Remove your kilts and stand with your thighs apart," Miss Reynolds ordered. The girls removed their kilts not wanting to defy the woman and stood with their thighs apart. "Wider!" Miss Reynolds barked, using the strap to encourage them to part their thighs even wider. It could be clearly seen highlighted against their lovely pale thighs that their cunts were a delicious red hue and the height of the platform meant that their genitals and bottoms were not only at eye level to the woman's gaze but also at eye level with the spyholes. To the girls at Hillcroft being chosen to entertain was not only encouraged but had its benefits, the most rewarding being that of having the chance to show off their skills and their ability to be stoic under pressure in the hope that perhaps that they might be taken out or even taken away from the orphanage's harsh regime. "So! What do you think of these naughty little girl's?" Mrs Turner asked. "Well! I need to inspect and question them to be sure, but they all seem to be worthy penitents. It depends on which girl can impress Lady Ambrose the most," Miss Reynolds replied. "Did you hear that girls?" Mrs Turner said. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. "Now! Turn around and with your thighs wide apart touch your toes," Miss Reynolds ordered. When they had done as they were told the little darlings were standing with their backs to their audience and their thighs widely parted. Miss Reynolds was delighted to see that their cunts and anuses were still sore from their morning ablutions and because they had not been punished for a while their bottoms and thighs were also relatively unblemished. "Now listen! I am now going to inspect you and you are going to be asked some questions and I expect you to be truthful with your answers, do you understand?" Miss Reynolds explained. "Yes Miss!" They chorused. Miss Reynolds started with the girl in the middle determined to take full advantage of the fact that according to the yellow ribbon in her hair she was the least likely to have any experience. By starting with her she also hoped to confuse the others as they would have expected her to start from the left and proceed along the line to the right. "What is your name child?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Maude," the girl replied. "Maude what?" Miss Reynolds barked, smacking the backs of her thighs with the strap and making the others giggle. "Maude Miss," she screamed. "Be quite! It will soon be your turn and I do not like gigglers," Miss Reynolds said. "Sorry Miss!" They chorused. "How old are you Maude?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Ten," Maude whimpered. "Ten what?" Miss Reynolds barked, smacking the backs of her thighs with the strap again. "I am sorry. Ten my Lady!" Maude screamed. "How long has she been at Hillcroft?" Lady Ambrose asked. Mrs Turner went over to her desk and retrieved the orphanage admissions book and consulted it. "The records show that Maude came to us about a month ago my Lady," Mrs Turner replied. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose said. Then with her hands firmly on Maude's bottom Miss Reynolds prised the cheeks apart so Lady Ambrose could get a better view of her cunt and anus both of which were still showing signs of soreness from her morning ablutions. "Tell me! Do you get pleasure from your morning ablutions?" Miss Reynolds asked as she fondled her cunt and anus. There was a silence as the little darling thought about the question but it did not take long for the ministrations of the governess's fingers to bring back the pleasurable feelings she gets from the warmth of the douching and enemas. "Well!" Miss Reynolds barked. "Yes Miss!" Maude whimpered, writhing deliciously on her mistress's fingers. "Good! I like girls who answer truthfully," Lady Ambrose said, hoping that that would register with the others. "You have a lovely firm bottom," Miss Reynolds said, fondling and pinching the pale unblemished cheeks. "Thank you Miss," Maude replied. "That is all well and good my girl, but do you think that bottom of yours will be able to withstand Miss Reynolds discipline?" Lady Ambrose asked. "I am not sure my Lady," Maude replied nervously. "Well! You better be sure if you want me to choose you, do you hear me?" Lady Ambrose said. "Yes my Lady!" Maude replied. "Tell me! Have you ever been punished intimately?" Miss Reynolds asked. There was silence as the poor little darling desperately tried to answer the question not quite knowing what the word intimately meant. "Well!" Miss Reynolds barked. "I am sorry Miss! But what does intimately mean?" Maude replied, the sound of the others giggling ringing in her ears. "Be quite! I will not tell you again," Miss Reynolds said. "Well! I could tell you or I could show you, which one is to be?" Miss Reynolds said. "Please Miss! I am not sure," Maude replied. "Then I will show you," Miss Reynolds said, placing the strap lengthways along her exposed anal crease and lightly tapping her cunt and anus just hard enough for her to understand what she meant. "Well!" Miss Reynolds barked. "No Miss!" Maude screamed, frantically rubbing her anal crease to try and dissolve the pain. "You naughty girl! Did I say you could stand up?" Miss Reynolds barked, smacking her bottom hard. "I am sorry Miss!" Maude whimpered as she bent over and touched her toes again, the redness around her cunt and anus now deliciously pronounced. Lady Ambrose gestured to her friend that she had seen enough of Maude and that she should move on. To confuse the poor darlings she moved to the girl standing on Maude's left and roughly fondled her bottom for a few moments before moving on to do the same with the girl on Maude's right. "What is your name child?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Anna Miss!" the girl replied. "How old are you Anna?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Nine!" Anna replied. "Nine what!" Miss Reynold's barked, smacking her thighs hard and delighted that the poor little darling had fallen foul of her strap so soon. "Nine my Lady!" Anna screamed. "How long has she been at Hillcroft?" Lady Ambrose asked. "The records show that Anna came to us about six months ago my Lady" Mrs Turner said. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose replied. Then just as she had done with Maude, Miss Reynolds placed her hands firmly on Anna's bottom and prised the cheeks apart so that Lady Ambrose could get a view of her cunt and anus which also showed signs of being sore from her morning ablutions. "Tell me! Maude says that she gets pleasure from her morning ablutions, do you?" Miss Reynolds asked as she roughly fondled her sore cunt and anus. "No Miss!" Anna whimpered, the tone of her voice explaining just how sore her genitals were becoming under the woman's ministrations. "You seem to be quite sure. What is it about them that you do not like?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Well my Lady! The staff must favour the others as they seem to be in such a hurry with me and all I feel is pain," Anna replied. "I see! Is that true?" Lady Ambrose asked. "My Lady! It is true that my staff are under pressure to carry out morning ablutions quickly as they have other work to do, but I can assure that the girls although they may be somewhat sore they are always left meticulously clean afterwards," Mrs Turner replied. "Tell me! Do you think you would gain pleasure from your morning ablutions if the staff were to spend more time?" Lady Ambrose asked. "I am not sure my Lady," Anna replied. After receiving a signal from Lady Ambrose to move on, Miss Reynolds choose to further confuse the poor little darlings by fondling all their bottoms before returning to the girl she had not yet inspected or questioned and who so far had shown a real air of stoicism. "What is your name child?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Laura Miss!" she replied. "How old are you Laura?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Ten my Lady," Laura replied. "How long has she been at Hillcroft?" Lady Ambrose asked. "The records show that she came to us about nine months ago my Lady," Mrs Turner said. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose replied. As she had done with both Maude and Anna, Miss Reynolds placed her hands firmly on Laura's bottom and prised the cheeks apart so that her Ladyship could get a better view of her cunt and anus which were still sore from her morning ablutions. However, this time the girl did not flinch and that did not go unnoticed by Lady Ambrose. "Tell me girl! Do you get pleasure from your morning ablutions?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Oh yes my Lady!" Laura replied. "What is it about your morning ablutions that gives you pleasure?" Lady Ambrose enquired. "Well my Lady! I like the warmth of the liquids and the way that the staff insert and withdraw the nozzles which makes me feel funny," Laura replied. "Tell me! Have you ever been punished intimately?" Lady Ambrose asked. "No my Lady!" Laura replied. "Maude did not seem to know. How can you be so sure?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Well Miss! Rather than using nozzles to cleanse our genitals they use implements to punish them," Laura replied. To Jane, the reaction on Maude's face as she heard Laura speak so frankly about such matters was priceless, even though she was upside down, and of the three of them she thought that Lady Ambrose would surely select her. Lady Ambrose signalled for Miss Reynolds to stop her interrogation. "Stand up and turn and face her Ladyship," Miss Reynolds ordered. The girls did as they were told albeit now in somewhat in a daze. "Now! Replace your kilts," Miss Reynolds ordered. With a signal from her Ladyship all three girls were led off the platform and into the corridor to await their fate. Determined to keep them waiting, Lady Ambrose and Miss Reynolds took their time over some more refreshments to converse about which poor little darling was going to provide the best entertainment. Then at last a decision was made and Mrs Turner was informed. The armless chair was positioned on the platform facing the window. From where Jane and Daisy were sitting they could see the chair and because it was facing the window it meant that when the governess sat on it with the girl over her knee the girl's bottom and thighs would be facing them. Also from where Lady Ambrose was sitting she was not only feet away but she was at eye level to the girl's bottom and that meant that as she was being disciplined any writhing or flaying of the girl's thighs would afford her a delightfully erotic view of her cunt and anus. When all was prepared and everyone was ready Mrs Turner walked over to the door and summoned Lady Ambrose's chosen penitent. It was of no surprise to Jane, or to Daisy for that matter, that Maude was brought back into the office. Mrs Turner led the girl over to the platform and made her stand to the right of the chair facing Lady Ambrose and her audience. "Now Maude! Have you brought a note for me?" Mrs Turner asked. "Yes Miss," Maude replied, handing her the sealed envelope. Jane had hoped that Mrs Turner would have read the content of the note out aloud but she merely passed it Lady Ambrose who quickly read it and handed it back to her. To Lady Ambrose, the note was a mere formality and meant very little because she had chosen the girl as an entertainment and did not need a note as an excuse to punish her. To Jane however, although she would have liked to have known just how naughty the girl had been she was just pleased that she was now going to watch her punished and settled back to enjoy her ordeal. "Now listen! Lady Ambrose has chosen you to be the one who is punished now in the privacy of this office rather than in front of the other girls, but mark my words, if you do not co-operate you will be punished again and even more severely in front of the others, do you hear?" Mrs Turner explained. "Yes Miss!" Maude replied, her voice betraying her growing terror. "You seem nervous girl, are you?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Yes my Lady" Maude replied. "Perhaps she should be allowed some lemonade?" Lady Ambrose suggested. "Would you like some lemonade?" Mrs Turner asked with a knowing smile. "Oh! Yes please, Miss" Maude replied. Removing the cloths that covered the jug of special lemonade and the large glass she filled the glass right to the top and gave it to Maude who gulped it down quite unaware of its powers, not only to make her comply, but also to render her oblivious to any erotic writhing's she might display whilst being disciplined. When Maude had finished drinking the lemonade Mrs Turner took the glass back to the table and then took her seat next to Lady Ambrose who signalled for her friend Sybil to gather her things and approach the platform. "Now Maude! Do you know what is going to happen to you?" Lady Ambrose asked. "I am going to be punished my Lady," Maude replied. "Yes! That is correct but you are not going to be punished you are going to be disciplined," Mrs Turner explained. "Oh! I am sorry Miss," Maude replied. "Do you know the difference between being punished and being disciplined?" Mrs Turner asked. "I am not sure Miss," Maude said. "Well! When a girl is punished it is over quite quickly, but when a girl is disciplined there is usually more time and if she has been chosen like you have she is also expected to entertain her audience," Mrs Turner explained. "So my dear! Where are you going to be disciplined?" Lady Ambrose asked. "I am sorry my Lady, but I thought I was going to be disciplined here in the Matron's office," Maude replied. "You are my girl! But what I meant was where on your body are you going to being disciplined?" Lady Ambrose asked, desperately trying to contain her laughter. "Oh! On my bottom and my thighs my Lady," Maude said. "Where else!" Lady Ambrose asked. There was a silence as Maude thought about the question trying desperately not to say the wrong thing. "I am sorry my Lady, but I am not sure what you mean?" Maude asked. "Well let me put it another way. You remember when Miss Reynolds showed you with her strap what intimately meant, well you are going to be disciplined there too," Lady Ambrose explained. "Oh please not there," Maude replied. "Oh please not there what!" Miss Reynolds said, smacking her bottom and thighs hard. "Oh please not there my Lady," Maude whimpered. "Where!" Lady Ambrose teased. "On my private parts," Maude replied. "Do you mean your cunt and anus?" Lady Ambrose said. "Yes my Lady!" Maude said. "Why!" Lady Ambrose asked. "Because it hurts my Lady," Maude replied. "I see! Does it not hurt on your bottom and thighs?" Lady Ambrose teased. "Yes my Lady, but it hurts much more on my cunt and anus," Maude explained. "Well now! That makes no difference as you are going to be disciplined on your cunt and anus as well as your bottom and thighs, but I promise that if you cooperate with Miss Reynolds I will help soothe your aches and pains afterwards, do you hear me?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Yes my Lady," Maude replied, her voice betraying her anxiety. "Good! Then we can begin," Lady Ambrose said, signalling to Sybil that she was anxious for her to make a start. Gathering up her carpetbag Sybil walked over to the platform and placed it down by the side of the chair. Even after many years as a governess there was nothing quite like the feeling she received when disciplining a girl like Maude for the first time. There was the tension between her and her charge and then there was an audience which always heightened the girl's stoicism and her desire to provide an exemplary entertainment for them. "Remove your uniform," Miss Reynolds ordered. Maude did as she was told and removed her uniform to stand naked in front of her audience who were now able to get their first really good look at her. Lady Ambrose was certain that she had chosen correctly, Mrs Turner was just pleased to be of service to her Ladyship, and as for her friend, well she was itching to get started. To Jane, although she was going to witness poor Maude being disciplined by the cruel governess she had seen that all before, what she was anxious to see was the way that Lady Ambrose was going to soothe the little darling afterwards and if what Daisy had told her was to be believed, then that itself would be well worth waiting for. Sitting down on the armless chair Miss Reynolds retrieved a thick sausage like leather object from her carpetbag and after raising her dress placed it lengthways between her thighs adjusting it so that one end of it nudged up snuggly against her crotch before letting her dress back down again. From experience, as there had been many occasions when she had disciplined naughty little girls for Lady Ambrose's entertainment, it had proved to be most rewarding, as it not only lifted their bottoms up but it afforded her much pleasure as they writhed on her lap. "Now listen! Unlike being punished which requires an offence to have been committed, being disciplined is for entertainment. You may scream and you may writhe as much as you like, but under no circumstances are you to clench your bottom or try to stop me, do you understand?" Miss Reynolds asked. "Yes Miss!" Maude replied. With that confirmation from her charge she unceremoniously hauled the girl up across her thighs and placed her left arm over her back to hold her in position. With her bottom lifted by the sausage like object and her cunt and anus exposed the poor tart's thighs were free to writhe about much to the delight of her excited audience. "Now listen! I read the note that you gave to Mrs Turner and I can tell you that if I were punishing you now I would be asking you many questions about your lewd behaviour with that other girl, but because I am disciplining you I do not need to ask them, do you understand?" Miss Reynolds explained. "Yes Miss!" Maude replied. "Good!" Miss Reynolds said, tightening her grip on her back and starting what was to be a slow but methodical hand spanking of her bottom and the backs of her thighs that was until the inevitable happened and the pain made the little tart start to clench her bottom. "What did I tell you about clenching your bottom?" Miss Reynolds barked. "Please Miss! I am sorry," Maude whimpered. "That makes no difference my girl! If you continue to clench your bottom then I will not hesitate to use the persuader," Miss Reynolds explained. "Please Miss! What is the persuader?" Maude asked. "Oh! You will find out soon enough if you continue to clench your bottom," Miss Reynolds said, retrieving a wooden hairbrush from her carpetbag and then using the handle to caress her cunt and anus making the poor darling writhe deliciously. If Maude thought that her mistress's caresses were to help soothe her then she was mistaken as she turned the hairbrush wood side down and started to spank her already tender bottom and the backs of her thighs not stopping until she was screaming deliciously and putting on a most erotic display for her discerning audience. "Stop clenching your bottom!" Miss Reynolds ordered. "Please Miss! I am sorry," Maude screamed. "Not as sorry as you are going to be," Miss Reynolds announced, reaching into her carpetbag to retrieve the persuader. Made to her own design and made of soft flexible leather it had tiny spikes sewn into its fabric. Its thickness was similar to that of the business end a riding crop and long enough to fit snugly over her charge's cunt and anus and to cause them excruciating pain should they clench their bottoms. "Please not there!" Maude screamed as the spikes rasped her cunt and anus as her mistress fitted the persuader between the cheeks of her bottom. "Please not there what?" Miss Reynolds barked, adjusting the persuader so that it fitted even more closely. "Please not there Miss!" screamed. To Jane this was intriguing but to Daisy, well she had seen it all before but was nevertheless enjoying the poor girl's ordeal. Then to the audiences delight Miss Reynolds turned the hairbrush bristle face down and started a sustained spanking making the poor darling scream and writhe as the spikes dug into her already tender cunt and anus as she clenched her bottom against the searing pain. Needless to say that as the tart's thigh rubbed against her mistress's cunt it caused her to become aroused and to Lady Ambrose in danger of losing her sense of purpose. "Enough!" Lady Ambrose barked, not wanting the little tart's tender skin to be any more damaged than it already was. Miss Reynolds stopped the spanking and reluctantly retrieved the persuader from between the girl's bottom cheeks and wiped it down before replacing it in her carpetbag. Then making Maude stand Miss Reynolds reluctantly removed the sausage like object from between her thighs and returned it to her carpetbag. "Prepare her!" Lady Ambrose ordered. With the armless chair left in place Mrs Turner mounted the platform and positioned her charge so that she was behind her and with her back to the window. Her next move was to horse the little darling, a feat that needed some help. When Maude's arms were around her neck she wrapped her own arms under the girls knees and brought her ankles around the front of her waist where they were tied to stop her from falling. This position meant that Maude's bottom was widely parted and her cunt and anus fully exposed, but more importantly her bottom and genitals were now level with Lady Ambrose's face. All Mrs Turner needed to do now was to bend forward and to support herself by her arms on the chair to make the girl's charms fully accessible to her Ladyship. "What did I say I would do for you if you cooperated?" Lady Ambrose teased, arising from her chair and moving to the end of the platform. "That you would help soothe my aches and pains my Lady," Maude replied. "That is correct! So do you want me to soothe your aches and pains?" Lady Ambrose asked as she massaged the tart's bottom and thighs whilst drinking in the delightful sights and smells of her pouting genitals. "Oh yes please my Lady!" Maude replied. "Very well! I will help to soothe your aches and pains, but first do you remember me telling you that you would be disciplined intimately?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Please my Lady! My cunt and anus are already sore," Maude begged. "That makes no difference. You are going to be disciplined on your cunt and anus, but mark my words if you do not cooperate I will withdraw my offer to soothe your aches and pains, do you understand me?" Lady Ambrose teased. "Yes my Lady," Maude replied with a sigh. "Good! Then I can begin," Lady Ambrose said, adjusting her masturbatory device to make herself more comfortable. "Miss Reynolds! Would you please pass me the martinet," Lady Ambrose said. Retrieving the martinet from the carpetbag she handed it Lady Ambrose then joined her at the end of the platform her flushed face betraying her sheer excitement. "It would appear that Mrs Turner is enjoying herself," Jane said. "Oh yes! The entertainment of her guests is paramount and their funds are vital to the running of Hillcroft. However, in all the time I have observed her helping to abuse her charges in the privacy of her office, I have noticed that it has become more difficult for her not to be caught up in the moment and become prone to fits of sheer pleasure as her rubber cock causes her to swoon," Daisy replied. "Attention it begins!" Lady Ambrose announced, handing the martinet to her friend and moving aside to watch as she brought the leather tails whistling down between Maude's bottom cheeks and onto her already sore cunt and anus. "Oh no! Please, that hurts my Lady," Maude screamed. "It is meant to my girl," Lady Ambrose said, signalling to Miss Reynolds to continue which she did vigorously causing the girl to scream and to writhe most erotically astride the Matron's back. "Well done! You took your discipline well my girl. Do you want me to help soothe your aches and pains now?" Lady Ambrose teased, signalling to Miss Reynolds to stop. "Oh yes please my Lady," Maude whimpered. "Very well! I will help soothe your sore cunt and anus, bottom and thighs, but mark my words if you do not cooperate I will stop, do you understand?" Lady Ambrose explained. "Yes my Lady!" Maude replied. "Good! Then I can begin," Lady Ambrose said, signalling to Sybil that she wanted to move to the next stage. Having entertained Lady Ambrose many times before in this very office she knew what was about to happen and went over to the refreshment table with her Ladyship. Jane was disappointed that much of what they were doing was in the corner of the office out of sight of her spyhole but was reassured when they returned. Lady Ambrose returned with a small table and Miss Reynolds carried a tray with some covered objects on it. Placing the table down by the side of the platform Lady Ambrose stood directly behind Maude and watched eagerly as her friend Sybil placed the tray down on the table and then removed the covers. On the tray, Jane could see a large jug full of water, a large bowl and a towel. Lady Ambrose poured water from the jug into the bowl and arranged the towel so that it was available when needed. Next she placed her hands into the bowl where she held them for a good few moments and then splashed her face several times before pressing it firmly in between Maude's bottom where she held it for a good few moments. Watching Maude's face Jane could not help but notice just how quickly the tart's expression turned from pain to joy as Lady Ambrose nuzzled her nose against her anus and her tongue against her cunt causing her to willingly push her bottom out and onto the woman's face. "Are you enjoying that my dear?" Lady Ambrose teased. "Oh yes my Lady," Maude replied. "Good! Let me see if I can make you feel even better," Lady Ambrose said. Splashing her face with water again she placed it back between the girl's bottom cheeks but this time she also massaged and pinched her nipples with her left hand and her clitoris with her right hand causing her to struggle uncontrollably astride the Matron's back. Then without warning she moved both her hands to the tart's cunt and masturbated and pinched whilst she continued to nuzzle her head between her bottom cheeks not stopping until the lemonade took effect and the girl started to swoon delightfully. To Daisy this was expected, but to Jane this was quite enthralling and she could not help but notice that it was not only Lady Ambrose but Sybil who adjusted her rubber cock to maximise their pleasures. Mrs Turner however, although struggling to support the girl was content to entertain her guests in the certain knowledge that they were providing much needed funds for her orphanage. "Maude! I must say that I am very impressed with the way that you took your discipline and your response to my soothing you afterwards," Lady Ambrose teased. "Thank you my Lady," Maude replied. "Mrs Turner and I have an agreement that if a girl entertains me well and I have use for her at the Grange, then she is given the chance to train as one of my maids, is that not correct?" Lady Ambrose said. "That is correct my Lady," Mrs Turner replied. "However, as you are not yet old enough for service you will have to remain under Miss Reynolds tutelage until you are. You will be well cared for, but marks my words, if you accept my offer Miss Reynolds will be just as strict with that lovely little bottom of yours as she has just been, but I will be on hand to soothe your aches and pains afterwards," Lady Ambrose teased. There was silence whilst Maude thought about the offer but inevitably she succumbed to the woman's hands and tongue. "So! What do you say my dear?" Lady Ambrose asked. "Oh yes please my Lady," Maude replied. "Then it is settled. Maude will leave Hillcroft with you when you return to the Grange later this afternoon," Mrs Turner said, bending herself further forward to make the tart's bottom more accessible to her Ladyship. "Thank you!" Lady Ambrose replied, as she continued to masturbate, bite, pinch and lick Maude's cunt and anus under the pretext of soothing her aches and pains. Suddenly Jane and Daisy's enjoyment was interrupted by the sound of a bell wafting through the open window. "What is that?" Jane asked. "Oh! That is the school bell which means that lessons are over. It is also the signal for everyone to take their places to watch Miss Brown teach some quite different lessons to her chosen pupils in the punishment room," Daisy explained. "By the state of things here it would appear that Mrs Turner is going to be quite a while before she is going to be ready to see me. Perhaps it is time for us to seek further entertainment?" Jane suggested, her voice betraying her excitement. "Very well! Follow me please," Daisy said.

TALES FROM A COUNTRY ESTATE By Dickins Chapter 10, Cruel Punishments A dark and sadistic tale set in England. Adjusting their eyes to the brightness of the gas lit corridor, Daisy led Jane out of the darkness and down another corridor until they arrived at yet another door, but unlike the last one, this one led them down several steps into a room which Jane assumed because it was colder must be in the basement. Similarly furnished to the last room with a platform and two chairs at eye height to the spyholes and grilles it was well suited to its purpose. Jane felt the coolness of the brickwork and although there was some ventilation there was no window which made her reliant on Daisys help to guide her to her chair. Adjusting her rubber cock to make herself comfortable, Jane sat down and excitingly placed her eyes up against her spyhole and peered into the room on the other side. To her surprise what she saw was not only breath-taking but it also matched what Daisy had told her. The room was large enough for its purpose and it was intimate enough for everyone to see and enjoy the action. It had thick brick walls that had been covered in white lime wash to help reflect the light from the gas sconces and it had a half-moon window high up on the wall at one end. Jane remembered seeing several half-moon windows at ground level as she was alighting her carriage but at the time had thought nothing of them. From where they were sitting they could see everything and at the opposite end to the window there was a raised stage. No expense had been spared on the equipment and apparatus displayed on it. There was a rack of implements on the back wall including straps, canes and whips, two sturdy punishment horses, one small one to the left and one large one in the centre, a table of accessories some of which were quite puzzling in nature, a swing with attachments to the right of the stage, two large mirrors on stands and a comfortable armchair that had been placed on a raised dais in the middle of the room facing the stage. There were grilles above the spyholes which not only provided fresh air but a means by which those watching could also hear the little darlings cruel lessons. Also, the spyholes were positioned so that no matter where you were watching from everyone had a good view of their punishments. Tell me! Is the punishment room soundproofed? Jane asked. No! Not as such, but its location and the thickness of its walls all help to reduce any sounds. Why do you ask? Daisy asked. Oh! It is just that the poor darlings screams might be overheard in other parts of the orphanage, Jane explained. Well! All the staff and those on the other side of these walls know about the punishment room, so there has never been a concern about ensuring that it is soundproofed, besides abusing the little darlings until they scream has always been an integral part of Hillcrofts regime and is appreciated and expected by both the staff and the benefactors alike, Daisy replied. I see! Jane replied. Then, as if on que, the door to the punishment room swung open and a woman dressed in black with her hair tied up in a bun swiftly entered. Her black attire stood out against the whiteness of the walls and she busied herself testing the canes, crops, whips and straps hanging on the rack and making sure that everything was accessible. Satisfied that everything was ready she acknowledged her audience, something she always did, after all they were paying dearly and she had a reputation to uphold. That is Miss Brown, Daisy said. To Jane the woman looked younger and more attractive than she had expected and as she busied herself she was becoming noticeably quite flushed. She is becoming quite flushed, Jane said. Well! When she is the schoolroom she must spend much of her time sitting behind her desk and any punishments she does meter out, such as a spanking or a caning she must administer either sitting or standing. Whereas, here in the punishment room there is much more freedom for her to move around so her rubber cock often makes her flushed, something I am quite sure you will understand, Daisy explained. Oh Yes! Jane replied, remembering how the movement of her carriage on the way here to Hillcroft had caused her rubber cock to make her quite flushed. Then suddenly there was a knock at the door and Miss Brown opened it to an elderly woman who was also dressed in black. She was carrying a carpetbag and although she had a walking cane she still needed to be helped over to the comfortable armchair. Placing her carpetbag down by the side of the chair she made herself comfortable and then with Miss Browns help she carefully sat down. To Jane, the womans behaviour was of no surprise as just like her and all the other onlookers she would be wearing a masturbatory devise to make her visit as enjoyable as possible. Good afternoon my Lady. I do hope you are keeping well? Miss Brown asked. Yes! Thank you. It has been a while since my last visit and I am eager to meet those little darlings that you have chosen to punish this afternoon, Lady Darlington said with a broad smile. Well my Lady! I have chosen three penitents to entertain you, two of which according to your wishes have not been to the punishment room before, Miss Brown explained with a smile. Excellent! I do enjoy seeing the look of fright on their faces when they see the equipment and apparatus that might be used on them for the first time and to watch them struggling to come to terms with all the humiliation and the pain as they are physically and sexually abused under the pretext of being punished, Lady Darlington replied. I have also chosen one poor darling my Lady who has been here before but showed signs of enjoying herself too much whilst astride the smaller horse so is in need of being reminded of just how painful it can be when made to ride the larger horse, so all in all it will be quite a new experience for all of them, Miss Brown explained. A new experience? Lady Darlington exclaimed. Yes my Lady! So far they have only been punished by me in the schoolroom so being brought to the punishment room will not only be a new experience but also quite challenging, Miss Brown replied. Challenging? Lady Darlington replied. Yes! Like yourself my Lady, I demand high standards and I operate a system of demerits for bad behaviour, inattention and poor marks. When I am in the classroom I punish their bottoms and thighs but I must say that I find that most restrictive. However, I have found that by bringing them here is less restrictive and I can take my time to teach them some very different lessons, Miss Brown explained. Different lessons? Lady Darlington said. Oh yes my Lady! It is only here in the punishment room that I can enjoy punishing them. By that I mean I can not only spank, strap, cane and whip their bottoms and thighs but I can also include their genitals, Miss Brown explained. I quite understand my dear. When I was starting out as a governess I also found it very frustrating to be limited to just their bottoms and thighs but nevertheless made the most of my privileged position. However, I found out through some discreet conversations that there were some parents and guardians who showed a real interest in wanting to be present during their daughters and wards punishments, so I obliged them by letting them watch from by behind a screen, Lady Darlington explained. Did that make it easier for you? Miss Brown asked. Oh yes! I found that it not only had the effect of giving me the freedom to include their genitals but also to do what I wanted without disapproval because I was putting on a show for them. So every time I punished them I had to come up with something new to keep them interested, and if nothing else it made it more satisfying knowing that no matter what I did I could do it without any interference and with the knowledge that I was not the only one enjoying myself, Lady Darlington explained. Well! It would seem that we agree on how to get the most enjoyment out of punishing the little darlings then, Miss Brown said with a broad smile. We certainly do and you will get no disapproval from me my dear. Now I see that you have acquired a new piece of equipment since my last visit, Lady Darlington said, with a smile. Yes my Lady! You will be familiar with the two punishment horses but since your last visit I have acquired a swing with attachments which you will be able to see in action very soon as I can hear Miss Hughes approaching with our first penitent, Miss Brown explained. Who is Miss Hughes? Jane asked. Well! Miss Hughes is Miss Browns assistant and she helps teach and punish the girls both in the schoolroom and here in the punishment room. Like all the female staff she was appointed by the matron because she has a penchant for young girls and she has the right temperament, Daisy explained. The right temperament! Jane said. Yes! She not only enjoys her work but like all the staff here at Hillcroft she has a sadistic streak and does not let anything come in the way of her own pleasures even when there is an audience, Daisy replied. What do think about the swing my Lady? Miss Brown asked. As you know I prefer to see them being made to ride the punishment horses but the swing is an interesting addition to your arsenal and I am sure it will prove to be most entertaining, Lady Darlington replied. Thank you my Lady, Miss Brown replied. Reassured that everyone had been given enough time to assimilate all the equipment and apparatus on the stage Miss Brown calmly closed the curtains so that the contents would remain a mystery to those poor little darlings nervously waiting to be punished. Who is Lady Darlington? Jane asked. Well! Lady Darlington is one of Hillcrofts more affluent benefactors and she pays dearly for the privilege of being allowed to be in the punishment room whilst Miss Brown punishes her pupils. Like Miss Reynolds she used to be a governess and has a reputation of being very strict with her charges so she will no doubt be expecting to be well entertained this afternoon in exchange for her generosity to Hillcrofts desperately needed funds, Daisy explained. Well entertained! Jane said. Oh yes! Here in the privacy of the punishment room she is not restricted to punishing just their bottoms and thighs like she is in the schoolroom, she punishes their breasts, nipples and their sore cunts and anuses which is most entertaining to watch, Daisy explained. I see! Tell me why are there two sizes of punishment horse? Jane asked. Well! That is because although the horses are of a similar structure and have leather saddles in proportion to their size they are designed to take different weights, Daisy explained. Any thoughts about the size of the horses and the woman were soon forgotten when Jane heard a knock at the door. When opened her assistant Miss Hughes, strap in hand, quickly ushered her nervous little charge over to stand in front of her Ladyship. Dressed in her orphanage uniform she was wearing a yellow ribbon attached to her long dark tresses denoting that as she was new to Hillcroft and that her experience of any physical and sexual abuse was minimal. As she stood in front of her Ladyship she showed signs of wanting to look around, but any attempt to do so was quickly thwarted by Miss Hughes who stood behind her with her hands firmly on her shoulders. Curtsey! Miss Brown ordered. Not having stood in front of a real Lady before the poor darling hesitated but she quickly responded when Miss Hughes placed her hands down the front of her midi blouse and pinched her nipples making her scream. Stand up straight and stop your blubbering girl, Miss Hughes ordered. Now listen! This is Lady Darlington who is an experienced governess. She is going to observing how I punish my pupils, to offer advice and to help me punish you, do you understand? Miss Brown said. Yes Miss! the girl replied. Has she been prepared? Miss Brown asked. Yes Madam! She has had a large glass of lemonade and I have examined her thoroughly. Her genitals are still sore from her morning ablutions which were doubled because she would be entertaining you this afternoon but her bottom and thighs are firm and unblemished and I can see no reason for any leniency, Miss Hughes explained. No! Please Miss! the girl pleaded. Be quite girl! My Lady this is our first penitent, Miss Brown explained. Please Miss! What is a penitent? the girl asked. That is a very good question, Lady Darlington said, looking to Miss Brown to provide an answer. Well! A penitent is someone like yourself who has been naughty but rather than being punished in the schoolroom in front of the others is brought to the punishment room where they can try and redeem themselves, Miss Brown replied. Please Miss! What does redeem mean? the child asked. That is quite enough of your impertinence, Miss Brown barked. What is your name child? Lady Darlington asked, her directness disguising her lust for the pretty tart and her eagerness to see her thoroughly abused under the pretext of being punished. Ruth! the girl replied. Ruth what! Miss Hughes barked, lifting the back of her kilt and strapping the backs of her thighs. Ruth my Lady, Ruth screamed, her hands immediately shooting to rub the backs of her thighs. How old are you Ruth? Lady Darlington asked. Nine! Ruth whimpered. Nine what! Miss Hughes barked, lifting the front of her kilt and then strapping the fronts of her thighs. Nine my Lady! Please I am sorry, Ruth screamed, her hands desperately rubbing the fronts and backs of her thighs and in doing so inadvertently showed off her deliciously sore little cunt to her Ladyship. Pleading with her Ladyship will do you no good my girl, Miss Brown said. Why is she being punished? Lady Darlington asked. Well my Lady! She is impertinent as you have witnessed. Although she has only been at Hillcroft for a short time I have decided that being brought to the punishment room where she can be taught some manners will help her to realise that I will not tolerate any impertinence, Miss Brown replied. She needs to be taught some manners, Miss Hughes said, tightening her grip on the childs shoulders. I quite agree! Lady Darlington replied. Well! What do you think of our first penitent my Lady? Miss Brown asked. To her Ladyship, any girl who is new to the punishment room is going to be most entertaining to watch as she struggles with the humiliation and pain and this poor darling was going to be no exception. Oh! I will need to see much more of the girl before I can comment, Lady Darlington replied. Of course! My apologies my Lady, Miss Brown said. Remove your kilt and hand it to Miss Hughes, Miss Brown ordered. Ruth did as she was told and as she turned to hand her kilt to Miss Hughes she had the opportunity to look around and it gave her Ladyship a glimpse of her lovely little bottom. To Ruth, the curtained stage looked daunting, but as she did not know what lay behind them she remained calm. However, to her Ladyship, Miss Hughes and Miss Brown knowing what lay behind them and the pain and humiliation the poor darling would soon be feeling only served to stir their passions. Turn around! Miss Brown ordered. Ruth did as she was told and stood with her back to her Ladyship offering her a much better view of her bottom and thighs. However, standing facing the curtained stage made her nervous and the coldness of the room started to make her shiver, something that did not go unnoticed by the cruel women as they watched eagerly. You have a lovely bottom, Lady Darlington remarked, the contrast between the strap marked thighs and the lovely unblemished bottom reminding her of her own methods. To her, it was necessary to start with their thighs first to get them used to the pain before unleashing a frenzy of fire into their tender bottoms and genitals. Thank you my Lady, Ruth replied. That will be quite enough of that my girl. Now open your thighs as wide as you can and bend forward and then place your hands flat on the floor, Miss Brown ordered. Ruth did as she was told with some assistance from Miss Hughes who helped her to part her thighs the required distance so that her Ladyship could get a much better view of her sore cunt and anus and to appreciate the contrast between her strap marked thighs and the paleness of her bottom. Now! Stand up and turn around and face her Ladyship, Miss Brown ordered. Ruth did as she was told but had to be steadied by Miss Hughes who offered no sympathy as the child swayed placing her hands anywhere and everywhere under the pretext of helping her. When she was in position it became clear from her Ladyships broad smile that she was delighted so Miss Brown sought to ask her again for her comments. Well! What do you think of our first penitent now my Lady? Miss Brown asked. To Miss Hughes, the penitents were there to be punished. But to Miss Brown and Lady Darlington the penitents were there to be punished but also to be humiliated and sexually abused in order to entertain the audience who had paid dearly to see them suffer. Well! I am impressed but I will still need to question her further, her Ladyship replied, with a smile. Very well! I quite understand my Lady! Miss Brown said. Now! Listen carefully. There is no doubt that you are impertinent and you deserved to be severely punished, but what I want to know is how you think that Miss Brown is going to punish you? Lady Darlington asked. There was silence as Ruth thought about the question. Since she arrived at Hillcroft she had only known the punishments that Miss Brown had given her in the schoolroom but she knew that this was going to be different and she did not want to say the wrong thing. I am sorry my Lady, but I am not sure what you mean, Ruth replied. Well! What I want to know is where you think that Miss Brown is going to punish you? Lady Darlington asked. On my bottom and thighs my Lady, Ruth replied. That is correct. She is going to punish you on your bottom and thighs but where else? Lady Darlington teased. I am not sure my Lady Ruth replied. Well let me explain. You have been brought here because you deserve a more severe punishment than Miss Brown can give you in the schoolroom. Here in the privacy of the punishment room you have the chance to redeem yourself, that is if you agree to having your genitals included in your punishment, Lady Darlington teased. Oh please! Not there, Ruth replied. Oh please! Not there what? Miss Hughes asked, strapping her thighs hard. Oh please not there my Lady, Ruth screamed. Where! Lady Darlington said, with a smile. On my private parts my Lady, Ruth replied. Do you mean your cunt and anus? Lady Darlington teased. Yes my Lady! Ruth said. Why? Lady Darlington asked. Because! Because they are already so very sore my Lady, Ruth replied. I see! But does it not also hurt to have your bottom and thighs punished? Lady Darlington asked. Oh yes my Lady, but it will hurt even more on my sore cunt and anus, Ruth explained. Well! That makes no difference as Miss Brown will be punishing your cunt and anus as well as your bottom and thighs. However, when you leave here you will be taken to the infirmary where Nurse Jones and her assistants will soothe your aches and pains, but if you like I can apply some salve before your punishment to soothe your sore cunt and anus. Would you like that my dear? Lady Darlington teased. Will it hurt my lady? Ruth asked, her voice betraying her anxiety. A little, but it will hurt much more if you do not. Do you want me to apply some salve to your sore cunt and anus before Miss Brown punishes you? Lady Darlington teased. Yes please my Lady! Ruth replied. Very well come here, Lady Darlington said, lifting the hem of her dress and parting her thighs as wide as the material would allow. To her nothing quite compared with the thrill of punishing her charges little bottoms and thighs except perhaps to masturbating them albeit under the pretext of soothing their sore genitals. Ruth did as she was told with assistance from Miss Hughes and quickly found herself positioned between Lady Darlingtons thighs and facing towards the wall where Daisy and Jane were watching from. As if that was not enough her Ladyship then closed her thighs tight and began to fondle the little tarts bottom and thighs. To Daisy, Ruth was just another pupil to be punished. To Jane however, the poor darling was not only attractive but due to her age she was vulnerable and given what she now knew about her Ladyships passions she could quite understand why Miss Brown had chosen her to be the first to entertain the cruel woman. It would seem that you were correct Miss Hughes. Her bottom and thighs are indeed firm and will easily withstand a severe punishment, Lady Darlington said. No please, my Lady Ruth whimpered, as her ladyship continued to pinch her bottom and to fondle her strapped thighs. Be quite girl! Miss Hughes barked. Would you please pass me the salve and a towel from my carpetbag, Lady Darlington said with a smile. Miss Brown retrieved a pot of salve and a towel from the carpetbag and then handed them to her Ladyship. Making sure to cover her dress with the towel before applying the salve the astute woman ensured that the girl was repositioned again. Then without any ceremony she covered the fingers of both her hands with the salve and then methodically masturbated the tarts cunt using her left hand and her anus with her right not stopping until she succumbed to her fingers and to the effects of the special lemonade. Is that better? Lady Darlington asked. Yes thank you my Lady, Ruth replied. Why is she using a clear salve? Jane exclaimed. Well! It is of a clear substance so that no matter how much is applied the redness of the skin beneath whether from abuse or punishment can still be seen and enjoyed, Daisy explained. I see! Jane replied. Are you ready to redeem yourself now? Lady Darlington teased. Please my Lady. What does redeem mean? Ruth asked. Well! It means that you are sorry for being impertinent and that you are ready to make amends by being severely punished, Lady Darlington replied. With Ruth held firmly between her thighs she turned her towards the stage then holding her around the waste tightened her grip as Miss Brown slowly opened the curtains all the time rubbing the salve into the childs cunt with her right hand. To her Ladyship, this was one of the moments she enjoyed as the poor little darlings saw the equipment, apparatus and cruel looking implements for the first time. It would nearly always mean that they would panic and struggle and that they would also start to cry delightfully. She is ready now! Lady Darlington exclaimed, wiping her hands on the towel and returning it along with the salve to her carpetbag. Very well! Bring her over here to the swing, Miss Brown ordered. Without hesitation Miss Hughes dragged the girl over to the right-hand side of the stage and made her climb up and then stand next to the swing. Then whilst holding her with one hand to stop her bolting for the door operated the mechanism to lower the swing with the other. The swing consisted of a wooden bar for a seat which was suspended between two ropes. Attached to these ropes and to the edges of the wooden seat were cuffs to hold the penitent. Once in place the swing with the poor darling attached could then be lifted to the height of the punisher and then swung backwards and forwards at a pace to suit their punisher. Sit! Miss Brown ordered. Miss Hughes helped Ruth to sit on the bar and she cuffed her wrists to each of the ropes. It was not until she was told to move her knees down over the bar that the poor darling realised that they were also going to be cuffed to the corners of the seat. Please Miss! Ruth whimpered as her knees were being cuffed. Now! Let your bottom drop down as far as will go, Miss Brown ordered. Ruth did as she was told with help from her mistress. Wearing only her midi blouse, socks and shoes, the paleness of her bottom contrasted deliciously against her strapped thighs and the redness of her genitals. The position meant that her bottom and thighs were not only widely parted but that her cunt and anus were now tantalisingly available to be punished which only served to make her predicament even more entertaining. Put this on her! Lady Darlington said, retrieving a blindfold from her carpetbag and handing it to Miss Brown to pass to Miss Hughes. Please Miss! Ruth whimpered. Be quite! Miss Hughes said, showing no sympathy at all as she placed the blindfold over the childs eyes. Now! Lift the swing back up, Miss Brown ordered. Miss Hughes operated the mechanism to lift the swing back up and watched eagerly as Miss Brown took her time to select an assortment of implements to take over to Lady Darlington for her to choose from. Ruth listened to her mistresss conversations but being attached to the swing as she was with her bottom widely parted and her cunt and anus so obscenely exposed there was little that she could do to try and stop her cruel ordeal. Which one of these do want me to use my Lady? Miss Brown asked. For as long as she could remember she had deemed it necessary to offer her paying guests in the punishment room the opportunity to not only help and advise her but also to select the implements they want to see being used. After taking her time to examine all the implements Miss Brown had handed her she was still undecided but then without ceremony she handed them all back and reached into her carpetbag to retrieve an implement of her own. Use this! It is my favourite, Lady Darlington said, handing it to Miss Brown. Thank you! I remember it well, Miss Brown teased. A whip! Jane exclaimed. Yes! I have seen it being used by Miss Brown before when Lady Darlington was visiting but it is quite different, Daisy explained. Different! Jane replied. Yes! The tails are made from soft leather just like a martinet but it has the length and the weight of a cat o nine tails. Another feature is that the tails are full of knots and although it looks menacing it is designed to sting but not to leave any permanent marks. Also, as with all her other implements the handle was shaped to be used to masturbate her charges and had her family crest etched into it, Daisy explained. I see! Jane replied. Placing all the implements back onto the rack Miss Brown eagerly tested the whip by swishing it through the air and bringing it down hard onto the hind quarters of the punishment horse causing the poor darlings little bottom to squirm delightfully in anticipation. Whip in hand Miss Brown approached and signalled to Miss Hughes to keep the swing quite still. Then without ceremony she placed the handle of the whip against the girls salve lubricated anus and pushed hard until it breached her sphincter. Please Miss! Take it out, Ruth screamed. Why? Miss Brown teased. It hurts Miss, Ruth managed to say before the handle was unceremoniously withdrawn only to be just as unceremoniously thrust back in again but this time into her cunt. Please Miss! Not there, Ruth screamed. Why not? Miss Brown teased. Please Miss! It is much too big, Ruth pleaded. That makes no difference. You told me to take it out and I did that, but you did not tell me not to put it back in, Miss Brown teased, delighted to see just how much her recent ministrations had caused the girls clitoris to swell. You are such a tart! Miss Brown teased. Losing patience with the little darling Miss Brown brought the tails of the whip down hard again on the nearby horse. This had the effect of making Ruth struggle but more importantly it awakened her Ladyships desire to see the little tart punished and not just teased. To Jane, the swing was a pleasant addition to what she had been expecting to see but what was even more delightful was the way that the three women operated together to leave the poor darling totally vulnerable and unable to do anything to persuade them to show any leniency. It seems our little penitent is ready to be punished now, Lady Darlington exclaimed. Please Miss! Ruth pleaded. Yes! I think you are right, Miss Brown replied, signalling to Miss Hughes to set the swing in motion. Please Miss! Do not hurt me, Ruth exclaimed. As the swing brought the childs exposed bottom within her reach the cruel woman drew her arm back and then started what could only be described as a systematic whipping of her bottom, thighs, cunt and anus making her scream and writhe most delightfully. The knotted tips scoured her bottom and genitals as the poor darling tried, but to no avail to close her bottom. Miss Hughes continued to operate the swing as Miss Brown flicked the cruel whip, smiling as the poor darling jerked her bottom, screaming in agony as the tips of the whip scoured her tender flesh. Please Miss! I will be good, Ruth screamed, trying desperately to absorb the pain. That makes no difference my dear! Miss Brown murmured, aiming the knotted tips each side of the poor girls exposed vulva and turning it a bright and vivid red forcing the hood of her clitoris to stand proud of her stretched and flattened labia only to flick the tips in between her bottom cheeks and directly onto her tender unprotected cunt again and again making the little darling scream breathlessly. Please Miss! Ruth screamed. Enough! You have done well for your first visit to the punishment room my dear. However, you are not only impertinent but you are nothing but a tart and it is time that you are taught not to be such a tease, Lady Darlington said, her face starting to look decidedly flushed. Noting her Ladyships predicament and the fact that there were still another two penitents to punish, Miss Brown reluctantly brought the punishment to a close in the full knowledge that her latest addition, the swing had been a successful means of entertainment. Very Well! Remove her from the swing and help her to the infirmary. When you have done that you can bring us our next penitent, Miss Brown ordered, handing the whip back to her Ladyship who placed in back in her carpetbag. Can we visit the infirmary before I go to meet Mrs Turner? Jane asked. Of course, but remember as I said you will not be able to enter, Daisy replied. Oh! What a shame, Jane said. Do not worry though I know of a place above the infirmary where we can go to watch Nurse Jones and her assistants and I assure you that you will not be disappointed, Daisy replied. Whilst Miss Hughes was escorting the poor little darling to the infirmary and fetching the next penitent Miss Brown busied herself making the area ready by positioning the mirrors either side of the smaller horses head facing towards her Ladyship before closing the curtains again. It was not long before there was a knock at the door. When it was opened Miss Hughes, strap in hand, quickly marched her charge over to stand in front of her Ladyship. To Jane, the girl looked a little older than the last one and although she was dressed in her uniform with a blue ribbon attached to her long tresses denoting that she had more experience she was acting just as nervously. As with Ruth, Miss Hughes stood behind her with her hands on her shoulders to stop her from looking around the room. Now listen! This is Lady Darlington who is an experienced governess and she is here to advise and help with your punishment, do you understand? Miss Brown asked. Yes Miss! the girl replied. Curtsey! Miss Hughes ordered. As if she knew that her predicament would be much worse for her if she did not obey the girl curtseyed and smiled at her Ladyship as if to make sure that she did not get on the wrong side of the formidable looking woman. It was clear to Jane that her Ladyship was developing a radiant expression on her face as she examined the pretty child. It was true that the others who also had their eyes pinned to the spyholes and were listening grilles would be experiencing the same entertainment as her Ladyship, but it was with the satisfaction of knowing that Miss Brown had chosen to punish this little darling for her that clearly made her express an aura of radiance. Tell me! What is your name child? Lady Darlington asked with a smile. Edith your Ladyship, The child replied. How old is she? Lady Darlington asked. Taken aback as she was expecting the woman to ask the girl directly Miss Brown had to remember how old she was but remained calm as she knew from experience just how her Ladyship liked to tease them. She is Eleven your Ladyship, Miss Brown announced. I see! I understand that you have not been to the punishment room before is that correct? Lady Darlington asked. Yes my Lady Edith replied. Has she been prepared? Lady Darlington asked. Well my Lady! Because she was on your list to be punished this afternoon her morning ablutions were doubled and I understand that she was given a large glass of the lemonade just before I collected her, Miss Hughes replied. So! What do you think of our second penitent your Ladyship? Miss Brown asked. I will know much better when I have seen her properly, Lady Darlington said, her voice clearly giving away her excitement. Of course! Have you examined her? Miss Brown asked. Not yet madam, Miss Hughes replied. Very well then do so now, Miss Brown ordered. Miss Hughes removed Ediths midi blouse and fondled her budding breasts to bring her nipples to attention. She then placed her hand through the girls thighs from behind and after loosening her kilt drew her hand back sharply so it rasped her sore genitals making her scream. Next she ripped the kilt off the poor darling leaving her naked except for her socks and shoes and desperately rubbing her sore cunt and anus to try to elevate the pain. Turn around! Miss Brown ordered. Edith did as she was told taking the opportunity to glimpse at as much of the equipment and implements while she could. Nervous as it was her first visit to the punishment room the poor darling became confused and started to show signs of unease. Are you nervous? Lady Darlington teased. Yes my Lady, Edith replied. That makes no difference my girl. Now open your thighs as wide as you can and then bend forward and place your hands flat on the floor, Miss Brown ordered. Edith did as she was told with some assistance from Miss Hughes who helped her to part her thighs the required distance so that her Ladyship could get a much better view of her sore cunt and anus. Now! Stand up and turn to face her Ladyship, Miss Brown ordered. You are very pretty! Lady Darlington said, reminiscing about a charge of hers who had the same pale skin that showed up all the welts and the marks of her punishments and who had a similarly firm bottom and thighs. To her Ladyship, the enjoyment of punishing such a girl lay in knowing that due to the firmness of her bottom and thighs she would be able to take a severe punishment without any real damage being done and to achieve this the child could be made to writhe uncontrollably and scream delightfully. Thank you my Lady, Edith murmured. That will be quite enough of that my girl, Miss Hughes barked, pinching and fondling the poor darlings bottom and thighs to test their firmness. Unlike Ruth, it was clear to Jane that Edith not only had alabaster skin but she also had small but delightfully developing breasts and a lovely little bottom and thighs that just cried out be abused under the pretext of being punished. Why is she being punished? Lady Darlington enquired. Well my Lady. She is usually quite attentive in class but just lately she has gained several demerits for inattention so I thought that a visit here would do her the world of good and help to liven her up, Miss Brown explained. Are you ready to accept your punishment? Lady Darlington teased. Yes my Lady, Edith replied after some hesitation. Now listen carefully. If you want us to go easy on you then you must masturbate for us now before you are punished," Miss Brown explained. Oh please not that, Edith replied. Oh please not that what? Miss Hughes barked, as she turning the child so that her back was facing her Ladyship. Then she unhooked her strap from her waist and unleashed a frenzied thrashing of the poor girls bottom and the backs of her thighs. Why not! Lady Darlington asked. Please my Lady! I am still in pain from my morning ablutions, Edith replied, her voice distorted by her screaming. Do you want us to go easy on you? Lady Darlington asked. Oh yes my Lady but please not that, Edith screamed. Now listen carefully. You are here to be punished and you will do as you are told, do you understand? Miss Brown explained. Yes Miss! Edith replied. Now! Face her Ladyship and masturbate, Miss Brown ordered. Edith did as she was told pushing her fingers deep inside the fleshy folds of her sore little cunt and started to masturbate, her frenzied fingering no doubt driven by the effects of the lemonade and that she had permission to do it this time quite unlike when she was in bed and had to be careful not to be caught. Move your thighs further apart! Lady Darlington ordered. As Edith did as she was told, her thighs complained but her nimble fingers furiously masturbated herself until she became exhausted with having to do both things at the same time. Then as if inevitable the poor darling lost her balance and ended up in a heap on the floor. Get up stupid girl, Lady Darlington exclaimed. Please my Lady, I am sorry, Edith murmured, needing to be helped back up again by Miss Hughes who took every opportunity to fondle the poor darling as she did so. Masturbate! Miss Brown ordered, taking a hold of Miss Hughess strap and starting a slow but sustained use of it on the girls bottom to encourage her. Please Miss! Edith screamed, her fingers stimulating her clitoris to escape the fire building in her bottom her eyes betraying her desire for it to be continued. Good now! It seems that this little tart is enjoying herself. Perhaps she needs something a little harder? Miss Brown said with a smile as she went over to the rack and returned with a cane. Please Miss! Edith screamed. Are you enjoying yourself? Miss Brown asked, aiming the cane to cross as many previous strap marks as possible to then feel a surge of pleasure as the poor darling squealed and rubbed herself desperately trying to absorb the pain. Please Miss! Edith screamed. To Jane, Edith looked particularly lovely. The poor darlings expression showed that she knew just what the cane would feel like and just how it could be used between her thighs to extend the pain in her already sore cunt and anus. Now turn and face the stage, Miss Brown barked, signalling to Miss Hughes to open the curtains. Are you ready to be punished astride the small punishment horse? Lady Darlington asked. No, no, no my Lady, Edith screamed. Seeing all the equipment and the apparatus for the first time made Edith nervous and the poor darling started to panic. Only used to being punished by Miss Brown in the schoolroom and certainly not over such a sturdy wooden punishment horse the poor darling could only imagine how being made to sit astride its saddle that her thighs would be parted so wide that her sore cunt and anus would have no option but to come into contact with the solid and unforgiving leather pommel. Very well! Bring her to me and I will see if I can persuade her, Lady Darlington said with a smile. Helped to climb onto the dais by Miss Hughes, Edith now stood between her Ladyships thighs in much the same way as Ruth had done but with a twist because rather than gripping her tightly between her thighs her Ladyship had opened her thighs leaving the girl room to manoeuvre. Now listen! You are here to be punished astride that punishment horse and punished you will be, do you understand? Lady Darlington said, using her left hand to masturbate the poor darlings sore cunt and her right hand to soothe her bottom and thighs. Yes my Lady! Edith sighed. She is ready now, Lady Darlington exclaimed. Very well! Bring her over to the smaller horse, Miss Brown ordered. Miss Hughes took a hold of the childs hand and dragged her onto the stage and made her stand to the left of the horse. The smaller of the two horses it was nevertheless daunting but although it was like the larger one, made of wood, had four stout legs and decorated with pieces of leather and had stirrups it also had a saddle with a solid leather seam which made it uncomfortable on the riders genitals but not impossible to gain pleasure from it, especially as the special lemonade took effect. "Mount! Miss Brown ordered. Miss Hughes helped Edith to mount taking the opportunity to maul the pretty child under the pretext of ensuring she was mounted correctly. Leaving her wrists unattached she placed her feet in the stirrups and positioned her parted bottom over the saddle so that her cunt and anus were directly above the unforgiving leather central seam. Satisfied that Edith was suitably mounted Miss Brown selected a martinet from the rack and then walked around her to check that the mirrors where placed so the audience would be able to see the expressions on the poor darlings face. Masturbate! Miss Brown ordered, giving the child precious little time to reach her throbbing clitoris before bringing the martinet down in a frenzy of hard blows across her bottom and thighs. Edith did as she was told using her left hand to steady herself against the horses mane and the fingers of her right hand to frantically rub her cunt flattening her vulva as she fought to minimize the pain. This was the part of her job that Miss Brown enjoyed, having the freedom to enjoy the screams as they jerk and squirm astride the horse and being able to inflict a frenzied onslaught without disapproval from those watching. Tell me! Are you enjoying yourself? Lady Darlington asked, noting in the mirrors that the poor darlings face was getting flushed as she furiously masturbated to elevate the pain that Miss Brown was inflicting as she aimed the martinet to cross as many previous whip marks as possible to make the child bounce delightfully on the horse. No! Please my Lady, Edith screamed. Well! Perhaps this will help, Lady Darlington suggested, delving into her carpetbag and withdrawing a long thin strap made of leather and handed it to Miss Brown. As Miss Brown brought the strap down hard against the rear of the horse to frighten the child, Jane immediately recognised it and its purpose. It was designed to be used on the tender genitals of children and it would sting but not cause damage. The benefit of using such a long thin strap was that the genitals could be targeted separately or even at the same time as well as being used on the breasts, bottom and thighs. Edith looked particularly lovely as she looked back over her shoulder to stare at the strap. Her expression told her audience that she knew just what the strap was for and how the supple leather could be brought down on her bottom and thighs and between her bottom cheeks to score her already sore cunt and anus. Miss Brown did not stop to let Edith think about its use before bringing the strap down to land painfully across her bottom and the poor darling started to scream and writhe deliciously astride the horse. Then before she had a chance to settle, the second one landed, distorting her lovely little bottom. Edith screamed and stood up in the stirrups. Her fingers pulled madly on the apex of her smooth cunt, violently stimulating her clitoris to escape the fire shooting through her bottom. Miss Brown took her time to stroke the girls bottom, her breath shortening as she felt the delicious welts left by the strap and then prised open the bottom cheeks to lay bare her cunt and anus to her audience. Please Miss! I will more attentive in class, I promise, Edith pleaded. That makes no difference, Lady Darlington explained. To Miss Brown there was only one way of punishing little tarts like Edith who were always pleading for leniency and that was with severity. As Jane watched she concluded that the woman was not only cruel but also enjoyed her position. Attention! Miss Brown barked, laying the strap down between the childs bottom cheeks. Please Miss! Edith murmured, her voice rising as she felt the touch of the slender leather strap as it rasped against her already sore cunt and anus. Miss Brown waited until Ediths voice had ridden to its peak then brought the slender strap down hard onto the girls exposed cunt and anus making her scream and writhe deliciously. She then approached the writhing girl and stood behind her placing her face between her bottom and licked the poor darlings burning cunt and anus under the pretext of trying to calm the little tart down. Again! Miss Brown said, raising and positioning the thin leather strap along the childs bottom crease again. Oh, please no, please Miss, Edith screamed as she writhed deliciously astride the horse. Enough! Lady Darlington exclaimed as she squirmed in her chair. Miss Brown brought Ediths punishment to an abrupt end knowing that there was still another penitent to punish and that there was still plenty of entertainment to come. Feeling sated herself she took into consideration her Ladyships flushed state and decided that it was indeed time to move on. Very Well! Remove her from the horse and help her to the infirmary. When you have done that you can bring us our next penitent, Miss Brown ordered, handing the strap back to her Ladyship who placed in back in her carpetbag. Whilst Miss Hughes was fetching the next penitent Miss Brown busied herself making the larger horse ready and ensuring that the two mirrors were at the right height so the eager audience could enjoy watching the poor darlings expressions as she is made to ride. Not one for letting her audience down, Miss Brown busied herself by paying attention to the more finer details, such as screwing a leather shaped horn into the saddle and swopping its normal stirrups for ones with a serrated base, ensuring that its young riders would feel a mixture of pleasure as they masturbate on the horn and pain as they put their weight down on the serrated stirrups. When she was satisfied, she closed the curtains again. It was not long before there was a knock at the door but it was just long enough for herself and her Ladyship to make themselves comfortable again. When it was opened Miss Hughes, strap in hand marched her charge over to stand in front of her Ladyship. To Jane, the little darling looked a little older than the last penitent and had a red ribbon attached to her long tresses denoting that she had experience of being abused. She remembered what Daisy had told her about the way girls at Hillcroft would do anything to be chosen to be taken out for the day and even for the weekend by wealthy benefactors and she also recalled her telling her that after they administered drugs to the poor little darlings they would return none the wiser of their cruel abuse. Curtsey! Miss Hughes ordered. The girl curtsied without hesitation a sign that she is used to following orders, something that every girl learns at Hillcroft or is made to face the painful consequences. Now listen! This is Lady Darlington and you will be entertaining her this afternoon, do you understand? Miss Brown asked. Yes Miss! the girl replied. What is your name? Lady Darlington asked. Amelia my Lady, the girl replied. How old are you child? Lady Darlington asked. Twelve! but I will be thirteen in the next few weeks, Amelia replied. So! What do you think of our third penitent my Lady? Miss Brown asked. Delightful! But I will be able to tell you better when I have seen her properly, Lady Darlington teased, her voice giving away her excitement. Of course my Lady! Has she been prepared? Miss Brown asked. Yes Madam! When I picked her up I was told that she had a large glass of lemonade and that her morning ablutions had been doubled because she would be entertaining this afternoon. As you can see she is already starting to get flushed and tends to get easily aroused, especially when she has had some of the special lemonade, Miss Hughes explained. Excellent! Miss Brown replied. Now listen! Remove your uniform, shoes and socks and then stand with your thighs wide apart and your hands on your head, Miss Brown ordered. Amelia did as she was told and in the process turned to hand them to Miss Hughes before standing with her thighs apart and her hands on her head. In a short time, she offered her Ladyship and her eager audience a tantalising view of her lovely little bottom and thighs, her budding breasts and her sore cunt which due to the lemonade had parted deliciously revealing her clitoris. Turn! Miss Brown ordered. Amelia did as she was told and stood with her back to her Ladyship offering her a better view of her lovely firm bottom and thighs. This meant that she was now facing the stage but because she had been here before she already had an idea of what lay behind the curtains. Now! Bend forward with your thighs wide apart and place your hands around your ankles, Miss Brown ordered. As usual it took no time for Miss Hughes to manhandle the pretty child the required distance so that her Ladyship could get have a better view of her deliciously sore cunt and anus. Now! Stand up again and turn to face her Ladyship, Miss Brown ordered. Well my dear, I congratulate you on your choice of penitent. She is not only pretty but she has lovely firm thighs and a delightfully unblemished bottom that just begs to be severely punished, Lady Darlington remarked. Thank you my Lady, Miss Brown replied. Now! I understand that when you were last brought to this room you were made to ride the smaller horse which you did if I am not mistaken without complaint and with enthusiasm. What I want to know now is have you got the stoicism to ride the much larger horse this time? Lady Darlington teased. Please Miss! What does stoicism mean? Amelia asked. Well! Stoicism means that no matter how severely you are punished and no matter how much pain you are in, you never complain, do you understand? Miss Brown explained. Yes Miss! Amelia replied. Then tell me what is it about the smaller horse that made you accept your punishment without complaint and with so much enthusiasm? Lady Darlington teased. Amelias face turned red with embarrassment. Well! Miss Hughes, shouted, using her strap to smack Amelias bottom and thighs hard to prepare her tender skin and make her forthcoming punishment even more painful. The feelings I received from its saddle my Lady, Amelia replied. Feelings! Lady Darlington teased. Between my thighs my Lady, Amelia explained. Really! Are you saying that you masturbated astride the central seam of the solid leather saddle? Lady Darlington teased. Yes my Lady! Amelia replied nervously. She is nothing but a little tart and needs a special riding lesson, Miss Hughes exclaimed. Wait! I agree, but If she is the tart that you say she is, then it is only fitting that she should be made to masturbate before she is punished, Lady Darlington teased. To Jane, the girl was clearly showing signs of arousal by the state of her nipples and her flushed face and she watched with some excitement what was about happen. Masturbate! Miss Brown ordered, her arms folded as if to threaten even further use of the strap if she did not obey. Edith did as she was told, her frenzied fingering no doubt driven on by the effects of the special lemonade as she offered her audience a tantalising view of just how swollen her cunt had become. "You are such a little tart!" Miss Brown teased. Use this! Lady Darlington said, retrieving the well-used martinet from her carpetbag that to Jane had a heavenly stained handle, a consequence no doubt of its use as a masturbatory devise. Miss Brown whipped the martinet down hard across the poor girl's bottom, watching with a tinge of pleasure as the girl sucked in her breath and shook. So! You like being punished, do you? Miss Brown teased. Oh! Yes, Miss, Amelia sighed, whimpering with the pain but nevertheless thrusting her bottom out for the next stroke. Miss Brown, not one to miss the opportunity to entertain brought the whip down across the girls bottom for a third time, then a fourth. You are to orgasm on the sixth stroke! Do you understand? Lady Darlington said, her voice full of excitement. Yes my Lady, she panted. Then before she was ready, another fierce stroke whipped into her tortured little bottom making her scream as the pain surged. Then, without warning, it changed to sheer pleasure. The little tart shook with all her efforts to stop herself from pinching her clitoris, a sure way to have brought her crisis to an end. Instead, she whimpered and waited for the sixth stroke. It came, along with an orgasm, sustained by the fierce heat invading her but was interrupted by Miss Hughes who roughly turned her to face the stage. It was no surprise to Jane that the girl did not show any signs of being frightened by the equipment and apparatus on the stage as she had already been to the punishment room before, but what did surprise her was that the little tart did not realise that being the last penitent of the afternoon would mean an even more painful ordeal than the others. Escort her to the larger horse, Miss Brown ordered, opening the curtains on the stage for the third time. Miss Hughes escorted her charge up onto the stage in her own forthright way and made the girl stand at the side of the larger horse. Twice as large as the smaller horse it needed a pair of steps to mount it and even from where Jane sat she could see that the un-waxed leather saddle was stained with the copious juices of its riders orgasms. Mount! Miss Brown ordered. Miss Hughes helped the girl to mount the horse and placed her feet in the stirrups, but as Amelia flinched from the pain of the serrated bases the cruel woman placed her hands on the saddle and fondled the poor darlings bottom as she sat down. She then tied the poor girls wrists to the front of the horse mane, pulling her forward towards the front of the saddle so that the horn pressed directly into her already sore pubis. ughes replied with a smile. Walking over to the corner of the stage Miss Brown then withdrew a freshly wrapped bunch of birch twigs that had been soaked in brine and had had the ends cut off then returned to stand directly behind the child. Without any hesitation, she brought the twigs down across Amelias bottom making her jerk forward, forcing her already sore cunt onto the horn and causing her to rise from the saddle, only to transfer her weight onto the tender arches of her feet as they were painfully pushed into the serrated surface of the stirrups. The pretty child pushed back, her bound hands forcing her to lean further forward and thus, before she knew it, further parting her lovely bottom for yet another sweep of the twigs then jerking forward as her cunt slammed up against the unforgiving leather horn. However, this time she did not try rising on the stirrups, but squirmed upwards, her thighs pushing against the saddle to raise herself up. Knowing that this was the last penitent and that her Ladyship was pleased with her efforts the cruel woman stabbed the ends of the birch deep between Amelias bottom cheeks and was rewarded by a loud scream from the usually stoic girl as the tips scoured her already sore cunt and anus making her jerk forward and lose her balance. Amelia squirmed and panted, ending up with her bottom once more erotically thrust towards her audience, the mirrors showing her that her nipples were erect and her cunt was pressed firmly against the leather horn. The poor darlings ordeal started to take on a steady rhythm as she felt the pain of the birch and the pleasures of the horn until the sensations became so intense that it forced her back letting the smooth leather calm her cunt before the birch twigs once more scoured her bottom and thighs. Sensing that the poor darling had severed her purpose Miss Brown roughly thrust an extended finger into her anus making the child gasp, then shake as her mistress judged the elasticity of her colon. Judging its diameter, she walked over to the rack and retrieved a long black pony tail and then returned to slowly ease it into the poor darlings sphincter then judging when the time was right pushed it harshly inwards. The normally stoic girl screamed out as the tail was roughly inserted, the black horsehair contrasting deliciously with the paleness of her lovely bottom and thighs that were now being swayed from side to side no doubt to elevate the growing pain. Enough! Lady Darlington exclaimed, her face delightfully flushed as she squirmed in her chair. Reluctantly Miss Brown brought Amelias punishment to an end knowing, that if nothing else, her Ladyship was pleased with her efforts. Very Well! Help her down from the horse and then as a reward for helping this afternoon you can take your time to escort the tart to the infirmary and when you have done that return to your normal duties and I will see you in the schoolroom in the morning, Miss Brown ordered. Thank you! Miss Hughes replied, roughly pulling the horsehair ponytail out of the girls rectum before helping her off the horse. Their journey perhaps via her private quarters to the infirmary would no doubt give the cruel woman time to abuse her further especially as Amelia was still under the influence of the lemonade which, if nothing else, would make sure that the little tart remembered nothing of her cruel ordeal on arrival at the infirmary. I hope that you enjoyed the visit my Lady and that the entertainment was to your satisfaction. Perhaps your will join me in my private quarters so that we can make yourself more comfortable and partake of some refreshments before you leave, Miss Brown exclaimed, helping her to climb down from the dais. Oh yes! I must make sure I do not leave it so long before I visit again, Lady Darlington replied, clearly showing signs of fatigue and being sated. Can we go to the infirmary now? Jane asked. Yes! Of course, but first I suggest that we return to my parlour so that we can make ourselves more comfortable and we also have some refreshments before we go to the infirmary, Daisy suggested. A splendid idea, Jane replied.

DELIVERANCE A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the Second World War Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, medical, incest, bdsm and mild torture Chapter 6, Cruel Research Daniel and Rachel Ackerman had always been in the habit of rising early. As students, it had given them extra time in which to study and, at work, the opportunity to be first to book the laboratory. Now though, sharing a room together for the first time since they were children, they were able to turn to each other before rising, renewing their love. In warmth and comfort, with no need to hide their love for each other, brother and sister came together. Wordlessly, but with perfect understanding, they changed positions and rode each other, admiring each other's naked bodies and gauging each other's pleasure before adopting yet another position. As if having to make up for the years of missed opportunities, their lovemaking would last several minutes, extended by frequent stops for fondling, kissing and changes of position until they cried out with pleasure, and their bodies arched into each other's, their genitals clasped together. Their passions sated, Daniel and Rachel stepped into shorts and tops to step outside and begin their morning ritual of running around the estate. Few but the local farmers saw them that early in the morning as they jogged along the tree lined avenues, keeping up a pace few could have sustained for that length of time. Returning to their shared accommodation, they helped each other shed their sweaty clothes and, as their passions rose once again, stepped jointly under the shower. Eighteen months apart yet so alike physically, the couple alternated in holding each other to the tiled walls, kissing and fondling each other's bodies, and sucking each other's genitals in preparation for yet another round of pleasure. Despite having climaxed earlier, their lovemaking was just as hard and strong, as they worked hard to bring about further mind-blowing orgasms. ****** It had taken several weeks to obtain all the equipment they wanted and needed. Then, there was all the other equipment Simon insisted upon having; the cameras and lighting needed to catch every detail of the cruel research, the tape recorder on which even the slightest groan would be heard, and then played back for their pleasure. Slowly, as the weeks went by, the equipment arrived and technical problems were overcome. Even without the equipment, the Ackerman's were able to examine the children and note their observations in their journals. As such, they began discussing their approach. "Should we limit our research to one sex?" Daniel asked his sister. Rachel considered the point and then shook her head. "No! I believe that we can accurately deduce the response to pain in the different sexes quite quickly, and then of course our employer's will want us to experiment on both," she admitted. Daniel smiled and nodded. "We agree then! That we should concentrate all our research on their ability to cope with genital pain?" Daniel murmured. Rachel nodded, her cheeks beginning to burn, and blushed that much brighter when she saw Daniel was looking at her. "So it excites me. Doesn't it you?" she pressed. Daniel smiled. "Yes! But we must be careful our excitement doesn't interfere with our research," he warned. "Then! We must pace ourselves," Rachel argued, with a smile. ****** Items of equipment arrived daily from the various suppliers and, for the first few weeks, Daniel and Rachel were kept busy installing each item and doing what tests they could to ensure each piece would stand up to the rigours of its intended use. Victoria and Simon were eager to help, but they could do very little as it was so technical. The Ackerman's knew how eager their employers were to see the equipment being used, but whilst they shared in their eagerness, they had to consider the importance of installing all the equipment correctly. On the third week after the Ackerman's arrival, the staff sat down to review the children's journals. In addition to the notes, there were now explicit photographs, recording their response to the punishments and systematic sexual and medical abuse. Armed with this information, Daniel and Rachel felt they were ready to argue their concerns with their employers. "The problem is that these children have been brought up too softly, so when I attach an alligator clip to a girl's clitoris, she feints and when I pass electricity through wires attached to a boy's cock and balls, after the first shock, he screams whenever I go near the switch," Daniel argued. "They're weaklings!" Rachel spat, blushing brightly as she realised how closely she had become to sounding like the very people trying to eradicate her Jewish background. "What we require are children who can withstand real pain. We would then be able to measure their responses much more effectively," she proclaimed. "I see! Well, I might be able to do something about that for you, but in the meantime, you can improve the children's ability to take pain by using the special lemonade that my mother passed down to us." She suggested. "Special lemonade?" Daniel murmured. "Yes! A lemonade that contains drugs, which ensures co-operation and significantly increases their sensitivity to both pain and pleasure," Victoria explained. "But that will ruin our research!" Rachel complained. "We are in this for much more than your research," Simon reminded her quietly. "At the moment, I have a company ready to copy the films you make, with a guarantee of selling at least one hundred of them at two guineas each," he explained. "Wow!" Mary exclaimed. "Are there any children who stand out?" Daniel asked. "Yes! Samantha and Sophia the twins, and Richard would be ideal for your research," Mary told them. Daniel and Rachel looked at each other, a smile slowly creeping over their faces. "Anyone else?" Rachel asked excitedly. "Yes! Charlotte Williams," Miss Baker suggested, opening the girl's journal so that they could see all the photographs of the naked girl standing face on, to the side and with her back to the camera. "What makes her so special?" Victoria asked. "She's a little tart! Always pleasuring herself," Mary interrupted. "Her father left years ago, just turns up now and again when he needs money or a place to sleep. Her mother likes her gin more than the men she brings home to pay for it. So they aren't going to notice if her clitoris has been trimmed when she returns home," Miss Baker argued, her face flushed with the very thought of it. "Well! There are various ways we can do that, some of which can be done in stages, allowing each stage of the surgery to be enjoyed by everyone before we undertake the next," Daniel told them, Rachel nodding and licking her lips. "We saw similar experiments in Germany," Rachel said, her excitement communicating to those listening. "Experiments to alter the anatomy, specifically the genitals" she murmured, her breath loud and fast. Daniel moaned, his eyes glazing over with the memory. Those around the table licked their lips; their imagination filling in all the details that Daniel and Rachel seemed disinclined to talk about. ****** Finally, satisfied that all was ready, the couple put on their white doctor's coats and waited excitedly for their first patient. It wasn't very long before Miss Baker marched a nervous little girl into the room. "This is Charlotte Williams," Miss Baker announced. Looking at the photographs in her journal, Rachel noticed that not only had the child's hair grown since her arrival but that she had put on a little weight, yet she still remained very attractive. "How old are you, Charlotte?" Rachel asked. "Twelve, Miss," she answered nervously. "Did you drink all the lemonade?" Rachel asked, with a smile. "Oh Yes! Thank you, Miss," Charlotte replied. "Come now! We have to get you ready," Rachel told the child, smiling to put her at ease as she led her into the surgery leaving Daniel to thank Miss Baker. The cameras, some of them hidden, some not, came on when the lights in the surgery were switched on and needed no further attention. "Has she been prepared?" Daniel asked Miss Baker. "Yes! I've plucked out the few pubic hairs she had grown," Miss Baker told him, with a broad grin. "Good!" Daniel said, as he turned to enter the surgery. Charlotte was half undressed when Daniel entered, and hesitated for a moment before continuing to undress and reveal a lovely bottom and a hairless pubis. "Do you plan to use an anaesthetic?" Rachel asked. "No! I don't see the point, not now she has had the lemonade," Daniel argued. Rachel went to a cabinet and returned with the various clamps; knives and swabs required placed on a covered trolley, whilst Daniel helped the girl to mount the leather surgical chair. Wriggling her little bottom down the contoured seat Charlotte placed her knees into the hollows of the metal extensions, allowing him to draw her thighs wide apart and leave access to her exposed pubis. "She is pretty, isn't she Daniel?" Rachel asked, caressing the girl's nipples and looking wantonly into her eyes. "Yes! She certainly is," Daniel, replied, moving away so that the cameras could capture the child's loveliness. "We have chosen well for our first patient," Rachel said, as Daniel pressed the outer edges of the girl's labia so they swelled outwards to see how mature her inner labia had become. "What are you going to do to me?" Charlotte asked timidly. "Something to make you feel better!" Rachel said, smiling assuredly as she slipped a blindfold over the child's eyes and secured her to the chair so she wouldn't fall out, but more importantly so that she couldn't interfere. "But I feel alright now," Charlotte said, her voice little more than a whimper as she tested her bonds, her nervousness starting to grow as she realised that there was no escape. "Well! This will make you feel even better," Daniel said, stepping aside so that he could tilt the chair back, then alter the angle of her thighs so they were not only slightly raised at her knees but, more importantly, angled out so that they weren't in the way. "Please don't," Charlotte begged, intuitively knowing it was going to hurt. Tears started to appear from under her blindfold; tears Daniel and Rachel both hoped that the cameras were catching. Sitting on a low stool between her parted thighs, Daniel started to rub surgical alcohol into the recently plucked pubis, smiling when she gasped and struggled with the sting. "Keep still!" he ordered. "Should we gag her?" he asked his sister. "No! I don't see the point," she replied, with a shrug. "The surgery is soundproofed," Rachel said, as she passed her brother the first of the five scissor-like clamps from the trolley. Daniel took the clamp and then secured it over one side of the labia, letting it's weight drag her puffy lip back before doing the same to her other side. Charlotte panted with nervousness, trying desperately to close her thighs and defend herself. "Do you know what 'circumcision' means Charlotte?" he asked, applying more alcohol to the uncovered area of her vulva, using the next two, smaller, clamps, to hold back her Labia Minora. Charlotte shook her head, her blindfold stopping her from seeing the little scissors that Rachel held ready to pass to her brother. Fright compressed her breasts, but the sudden patting of Daniel's finger on her clitoris hood made her breath explode. Intense and hot sensations raced through her belly, where a moment before it had been cold with fear. "Is it rising?" Rachel asked, leaning forward for a closer look. Daniel tapped the hood a second time and nodded, his critical eyes noticing the new glow to her flesh and the swelling that accompanied it. Daniel took the scissors from Rachel and inhaled, excited by the girl's crying and her attempts to struggle free. "Be ready with swab and clamp," he murmured, ignoring the hot bar of iron between his legs as he concentrated on the thick hood of flesh that, even in her arousal, obscured all but the gleaming match-head of her clitoris. Rachel nodded and felt her own cunt bloom. The scissors hovered as Daniel elected to draw the thick hood forward, drawing it out until it was taut, until Charlotte had made to lift her pelvis within her restraints and sob with the pressure he had created. At that point, he placed the scissors at the apex of the hood and smartly cut through the hole. Charlotte's screams filled the small room and her lurch backwards almost moved the heavy chair she was fastened to. Blood quickly flowed away to show Daniel how much he had cut, and he slid the scissors down, electing to cut deeper along the hood. Then, with the hood cut open, he cut along the base; travelling round the clitoris to remove each flap of skin at the point they opened to become her Labia Minora. He reached up and his sister replaced the scissors with a swab. He swept blood away, the newly applied alcohol bringing a fresh ear-piercing scream from the sobbing young girl. Daniel ignored her and reached up for the last clamp, one that would fit loosely over her clitoris, but enough to compress the cut flesh and reduce the bleeding until it could naturally clot. With that in place he sighed and looked up. Charlotte's tear stained face met his as she shook her head from side to side, trying to rid herself of the blindfold so she could look down and see what he had done. Rachel helped Charlotte to get down from the chair but the girl feinted and had to be carried through to the infirmary. ****** Samantha and Sophia walked hand in hand along the short path to the infirmary where Rachel was waiting at the door. "I hope you're not too frightened," she said, noticing how nervous they looked. "A little bit, Miss," Sophia, admitted. She often spoke for the two of them, as Samantha would often be seen whispering in her sister's ear. "Well! You'll soon get over that," Rachel said as she escorted them through to the surgery where Daniel was waiting. "These pretty little girls are Samantha and Sophia, and they are the identical twins that we have heard so much about," Rachel announced, pushing them both forward so her brother could see them better. "Hello!" Daniel said. They looked so sweet as they nervously looked round the surgery at all the strange equipment and furniture and the tools and devices that were openly displayed in the glass cabinets. "How old are you?" Daniel asked. "Eleven, Sir" Sophia replied, the only distinguishing feature between them being the brightly coloured clips they wore to hold their unruly hair back. "Have you had your lemonade?" Rachel asked them. "Oh yes! Thank you, Miss," they chorused. "Well! What do you think of my office?" Daniel asked. "It's a bit strange," Sophia told him. "Yes it is, isn't it, but it's ideal for playing games," Daniel replied. "Games!" Samantha exclaimed, more with surprise than anything else. "I am told that you are always getting into trouble, is that true?" Rachel asked. "Yes! Miss Baker punishes us both at the same time because she says she finds it difficult to be sure which one of us has been naughty," Sophia replied. "I see! When were last punished?" Daniel asked, not at all surprised that Miss Baker would think of such a wonderful excuse. "Last night, Sir," Sophia replied. "Why did she punish you?" Daniel asked. "She told us, that Miss Reed suspected that one of us, she didn't know which, was masturbating, when we were supposed to be gardening," Sophia replied. "I see! How did she punish you?" Rachel asked, excitedly. "Miss, it was awful! Miss Baker made us masturbate each other, whilst she whipped our bottoms and thighs," Sophia said, the signs of tears beginning to show on her pretty little face. "Undress! Daniel ordered. "You're not going to hurt us, are you?" Sophia asked, as they started to remove their clothes, the signs of their recent punishment clearly visible on their lovely bottoms and thighs. Finally they were naked and vulnerable, and unaware of the nature of the cruel research they were about to undergo. "Stop asking so many questions and do as you are told!" Rachel said, curtly. "Oh Please! Not so soon after our last punishment," Sophia pleaded her whimpering starting to make Samantha cry also. Daniel moved a strange looking object into the centre of the surgery and Sophia and Samantha were lifted into the funny seats facing each other, the material much like a hammock only supporting their thighs, bottoms and backs. The material held them as well as supported them, so they sat in the strange fabric, with their thighs parted by it, and their arms held out by their sides, swaying slightly and looking nervously at each other for support. Daniel fetched a covered trolley from the corner of the surgery and placed it next to the twins. It was a strange shape and had several wires protruding from under the cover. "Now! There's nothing to worry about," Rachel told a very nervous Samantha, as she knelt beside her and inserted a cold glass object into her cunt where it nestled between her labia and acted like a wedge. It quickly warmed up and the flat metal on each side of the wedge went unobserved by the child but for the slender wires that led to the object on the trolley. "The cold will soon disappear," Daniel told Sophia as he inserted an identical glass object into her little cunt. A quick check that the wires wouldn't become loose with all the struggling, and he stepped back to let Rachel take over. Daniel knew that girls tended to trust Rachel more than him, which of course was a mistake, as she had a passion for little girls, and was often much more sadistic to them than he was. He flicked the switch and the machine hummed, dead meters coming to life to show a steady main input and zero output. "Six volts, half an amp," Daniel murmured. "Now!" she told him, the girl's attention fully on her. A switch was flicked and the twins struggled in unison as the current passed into their little cunnies. Their expressions were a picture as they both experienced the shock at the same time. "Feel it tingle?" Rachel asked. The girls nodded and stared at her. Samantha squirmed, a first outward sign of her arousal and one that Daniel quickly noted. Sophia was next, and seeing her sister doing it, allowed herself to do it also, her breath quickening as she released her normal reserve. "Going to nine and three," Daniel murmured. The dials turned and the girls cried out again, their bodies jerking uncontrollably and their breaths panting. "How lovely," Rachel murmured, the glass instruments letting her see just how flushed and open the girl's cunnies had become. The girls continued to jerk, held by the current continuing to flow through them. When it was turned off, they lay panting and gasping, their eyes mirroring their surprise and awe. "Didn't hurt, did it?" Rachel asked. "No, Miss" They chorused. "Up three, plus two," he murmured to himself, working the dials and taking notes. Daniel looked towards Rachel and then pressed the switch. With little squeals, the twins jerked their bottoms up into the air and held them there, shaking like leaves as the torrent of sensations flooded their innocent little cunts. When the power was turned off, they collapsed into their seats, panting, both with flesh flushes of excitement. "We'll need photographic evidence," Daniel said. Rachel nodded and eagerly leant over Samantha to withdraw the glass instrument from her. Daniel did the same with Sophia and both adults then looked pleasurably upon the moist and swollen cunts of the two little girls. Lifting the girls up under their bottoms, they held them up so the cameras could fully record how excited the twins had become by this part of their research. "See how dilated their vagina's have become?" Daniel murmured, his fingers on the edge, framing it for the cameras. "Yes! You can see their hymens," Rachel marvelled. "Look how their clitorises have become swollen," Daniel said. Their long hoods had swollen outward and still their clitorises protruded, bright and swollen with flooded blood. "We'll have to devise a means of measuring them at their peek," Rachel breathed. "We need a less visible means of keeping them from jerking upwards as well," he murmured. "Perhaps! A hook fastened to the chair and slid into their anuses?" Rachel wondered, still gazing adorably at the little pink cunts in front of her, marvelling at how wet they had become. "We will find a way," he reasoned while the girls slowly recovered and looked towards the adults, their young eyes begging for more naughty games to play. "You liked that, didn't you?" Rachel asked them, reaching out to draw Samantha to her to cuddle the girl and stroke her marvellously smooth skin. "Yes! It was a nice feeling, Miss," Samantha agreed timidly. "Do you want to play another game?" Daniel asked. Samantha glanced at her sister and Sophia looked towards the glass object that had given her so much pleasure. "Alright," she said, a finger innocently going down to hook into the apex of her cunt and gently pull at it. Daniel and Rachel looked at each other excitedly and then placed the glass objects back into their aroused little cunts. "Now listen! This game will last for ten minutes. The winner will be the one who keeps the glass object in the longest," Daniel told them. The twins giggled and grinned towards one another, both eager to beat each other at this naughty game. Daniel handed his sister a clipboard so she could note Samantha's responses to their cruel research whilst he noted Sophia's. "Are you ready?" Daniel asked. The girls nodded and he flicked the switch. Sophia gripped the glass toy and squealed, her eyes and mouth held wide as the current rushed through her. Seconds passed before she started to jerk and pant for breath, her body continuing to shake with all the pleasurable sensations deep in her cunt. Samantha stared at her sister's reaction and looked down at her own toy, a glimmer of nervousness in her eyes. "You don't want to lose, do you?" Rachel urged. Like her sister, the electricity rushing through her cunt was making her jerk and squeal until she pushed the toy out, dragging in breath and staring dazedly at her sister. "Did you orgasm?" Sophia asked, a word she had picked up since coming to the Priory and was starting to use more and more. "Who's winning?" Samantha asked, as she blushed and shook her head. "I don't know," Daniel told them. "We'll compare notes when the ten minutes are up," Rachel told them. The glass toy replaced, Samantha jerked and stiffened as the torrent of sensations raced through her cunt, driving her harshly towards an orgasm. Sophia whimpered as she watched Samantha racing away with the prize. Daniel and Rachel watched spellbound as the twins gritted their teeth and stared at each other, their bodies shaking with the electricity rushing through their tender little cunts, their cries now becoming shrill screams as their toes curled and powerful orgasms threatened to engulf them. Then they were there, Sophia first, screaming as the massive orgasm tore through her. Then Samantha, her scream ending abruptly to begin a new one, long and drawn out as she fell backwards, by chance her thighs remaining open so that the camera could capture the lovely spurt of juice that then flowed down to gleam around her bottom. "Good girls! You did well," Rachel told them both, joining Daniel in giving them both a big hug and then making sure that the cameras had captured every moment of the twins ordeal. ****** The Ackerman's were busy reviewing their research when a feint knock interrupted them, and a young boy popped his head around the surgery door. "Come in!" Rachel told him. "Please, Miss! I've been sent by Miss Park," he explained. "What's your name?" Daniel asked. "Richard Carter, Sir" he replied nervously. Opening the boy's journal, Daniel read the notes and looked with some excitement at his photographs, whilst Rachel smiled and helped to put the boy at ease. "How old are you?" Rachel asked. "Thirteen, Miss" Richard replied. "So! Why has Miss Park sent you?" Daniel asked. "Please, Miss! She told me to give you this," Richard said, passing a sealed note to Rachel. Rachel read the note and then passed it to her brother with a smile. "Richard! Miss Park says in her note that when you masturbate you find it difficult to ejaculate even though your balls are full to bursting, is that correct?" Daniel asked. "Yes, Sir," Richard replied, his head lowered in embarrassment. "Well my boy! That's nothing to be embarrassed about, but it is going to require some drastic treatment," Daniel said, as he looked at his sister who was trying her best to comfort the nervous boy. "Please, Sir! What are you going to do?" Richard asked nervously. "Never you mind! Just you do as you are told, do you understand?" Daniel snapped. "Yes, Sir" Richard replied. "Right! Let's get a better look at you," Rachel said, pulling the boy out of the way so that Daniel could drag a wooden horse complete with saddle and stirrups and a covered trolley out into the middle of the surgery. Rachel smiled as she pulled the nervous boy's shorts and pants down so that she could see the problem. Within seconds his handsome cock had become erect from her rough handling and she was indeed able to see that his balls were painful swollen. "Do you know what this is?" Daniel asked the boy. "Yes, Sir! It's a masturbation saddle," Richard answered. "Have you ridden one before, Richard?" Rachel asked. "Yes, Miss," Richard, replied. "Mount!" Rachel ordered. Richard mounted the horse and placed his feet firmly in the stirrups before settling down into the saddle. The wide girth ensured that his thighs were widely parted so that his anus was accessible between his bottom cheeks. "Now! Lift your bottom up," Daniel ordered, placing a metal anal plug with a wire attached to it up against his anus and pushing it firmly until it came into contact with the boy's sensitive prostate gland. "What's that for?" Richard asked nervously, the cold metal having the effect of making him want to expel it urgently. "Never you mind!" Daniel told him sharply, connecting the wire to the machine on the trolley. "Now Richard! Place your cock through the hole in the saddle," Rachel told him. "Good! Now masturbate," Daniel ordered. Richard's face was a picture of youthful excitement as he masturbated his cock back and forth through the hole in the saddle. "You have a handsome cock," Rachel whispered, trying to feed on his pride to help increase his pleasure. Licking his lips, he began to ride now, doing his best to ignore the rough leather of the saddle that was rubbing painfully against his bottom. "Don't slow down," Daniel ordered, turning the dial to send pulses of electricity into his prostate, causing him to jerk uncontrollably. Rachel spanked his lovely bottom with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other, and it wasn't very long before the pain of the cruel treatment had the desired effect. Eyes and mouth wide, Richard shook as he ejaculated, the pain helping to stimulate his balls to empty. His seed raced upwards, burning him like never before as he jerked uncontrollably astride the horse. Daniel helped the boy dismount and Rachel helped him clean up before they sent him back to Miss Park content that they had indeed cured him, for the time being at least. Like in all their research, the cameras captured the boy's treatment and notes were entered into his journal for future use. ****** Charlotte timidly knocked on the door of the surgery and stepped in, her heart quickening when Mr Ackerman pointed to the leather chair. "Up you get!" Daniel told her, waiting until she was in the correct position before tilting it back and then pulling his stool between her widely parted thighs to examine her recent surgery. "How long has it been since your last visit, two weeks?" Rachel asked. "Yes Miss," Charlotte replied, her breath starting to catch as she felt her clitoris grow under the rough inspection. It was like that now, swelling and growing at the least provocation, the highly sensitive length of flesh making it difficult for her to do anything but touch herself until the waves of pleasure had come, enough to numb it and then send it shrinking again, until next time. It was embarrassing, having to do it wherever it occurred, no matter where or with whom she was with. Much to her dreadful embarrassment, friends would call to each other, urging them to come watch the show, and all she could do was turn her head away, trying to ignore them while concentrating on satisfying the little knob of flesh that now ruled her life. Daniel had the perfect view of it swelling. Without a hood to hide or protect it, her clitoris quickly swelled and stiffened, the soft and tender flesh darkening with the blood that entered it. "Masturbate!" Daniel ordered her. Charlotte was already panting in her arousal and quickly licked two fingers wet before sending them directly to her unprotected clitoris. Daniel and Rachel watched, amazed, as Charlotte rapidly rubbed her two fingers back and forth over her unprotected clitoris. In moments her thighs were rising as the tension of her orgasm came upon her, stiffening her in its hold as it raced upwards to claim her. Then, as suddenly as it had arrived, it had gone and Charlotte was licking her fingers and looking up at them expectantly, her thighs open so they could admire how her clitoris had seemingly dissolved and shrunk. "So, what do you think?" Daniel asked his sister. Rachel leant over the girl to run her fingers over the child's outer labia. She prodded the flesh, and then gripped the apex between her finger and thumb, gauging the limits of the thick lips. "Should be easy enough," she commented. "Would you like to do it?" he asked. Rachel gasped and looked at her brother excitedly. "Oh, yes please!" she gasped. They lay the girl down, lifting her with a pad beneath her bottom, then fastened and restrained her before wiping her pubis and vulva with an alcohol swab. Charlotte's little whimpering grew louder as she watched knives of various sizes and surgical compresses being taken from cabinets and placed ready on a tray. "You won't feel a thing Charlotte," Rachel told her, preparing a local anaesthetic in two syringes, one for each puffy lipped labia. "But it will hurt, I know it will," Charlotte complained, her body struggling as she tested her bonds. "It will! If you don't co-operate," Daniel told her, coming across with the tray and tightening the straps that crossed her waist and held her thighs and ankles secure. He wasn't too worried about her struggling, in fact, that would look more exciting to those watching the film. Just as long as her little cunt was held steady so the cutting away of her labia majora would be clean and straightforward. "Right!" Rachel sucked in a deep and steadying breath, then took up the first syringe and plunged it into one side of the child's cunt. Charlotte gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the sharp pain of the needle being inserted into her sensitive labia. Then with a rush of hot liquid fanning through her, it made her want to open her thighs even wider. "Look! Her clitoris is growing again," Rachel giggled, flushed with her own excitement. "Don't worry! Prepare the other side," Daniel instructed, peering over her for a better look at the swelling morsel of flesh. Rachel plunged the other needle into Charlotte's vulva and emptied the contents of the local anaesthetic, smiling as she saw the girl's clitoris stop growing and reverse as the anaesthetic left her numb. "Looks good!" Daniel complemented her. "Is she ready?" he asked. Rachel took hold of the girl's clitoris and pinched hard, but she continued to pant as if nothing had happened, her whole crotch now numb to her. "Good! Now proceed," Daniel told her, passing the smallest of the knives. Seeing the knife, Charlotte stiffened in anticipation of the pain, but felt nothing as Rachel used the sharp blade to cut around the flesh she intended to exorcise, leaving just the inner side uncut. Bright blood sprung up around the fine cut that outlined the area to be removed. She did the same to the other side, drawing flesh from the girl's inner labia to ensure a close division between the two, then held her hand out for a pad. "That looks good!" Daniel murmured, eyeing the cut critically while ignoring the wails and loud screams from their patient. "We now want to draw the skin away so we can use it to cover the wound after the labia's removal," he reminded her. Rachel nodded and took a fresh knife for the paring process, cutting under the flesh as she drew it away until the sobbing, wailing girl's labia was just red meat to either side of her slit, and two wings of flesh hung from her, ready to be sewn back afterwards. With some more cotton wool, she cleaned away the blood and stood to one side so the camera would have a perfect view of the raw vulva, ready for dissecting. "Get to know it by feel, so that you can judge what to part," Daniel suggested as Charlotte gave up her struggling to just lie back and cry. Seated between her thighs, Rachel paid attention to her brother and slid her fingers over the curved meat of the child's vulva, feeling it's contours and judging, by pulling on it, where to cut. "Ready," she told him, a hand held out for a fresh knife. "Smoothly," Daniel urged. Charlotte, seeing the passing of the knife, wailed anew, once more trying in vein to escape. Scream followed scream as she continued to fight for breath, her upper body thrashing inside the limits of her bonds while her cunt remained perfectly presented. Rachel pulled the girl's resilient flesh, holding it tightly, and then cutting beneath. Charlotte shrieked, feeling no pain, but just the sudden release of tension that told her something had been cut away. Pulling continuously, Rachel cut lower and lower, finally cutting the tail of her left sex lip to pass it to the plate her brother held out to her. "Very nice," he breathed, watching her wipe away the free flowing blood to reveal flat meat beneath it. She laid the flap of skin upon it, and then reached for the remaining labia, pulling on it as she had the last. Exhausted, Charlotte lay, bound on her back, sobbing and crying as the feeling of detachment came over her again. Rachel leaned away to let the camera record the knife sliding smoothly between labia and crotch, removing the flesh to leave flat meat behind. With the second piece of labia joining the first on the plate, Rachel carefully arranged the flap of skin over Charlotte's raw wounds and pulled it flat before sewing it in place. When she stepped away, the camera recorded the girl's new cunt; the shaft of her clitoris protruding from a flat base of pale skin while, directly behind it, slim inner labia, coral pink, were now totally nude, no longer half hidden by their thicker, prouder outer lips that were now gone. "That's going to look so good, once the stitches are removed," Daniel breathed, complementing his sister. "Please," Rachel panted, her hands covered in blood. "Take me, now, like this!" she panted. With a feral grin Daniel jumped upon his sister, carrying her to the floor as he ripped her doctor's coat open and mauled her in front of the wide-eyed child. Crying out, she spread her thighs and thrust her crotch up at him, welcoming his rough caresses as she lifted her blood sticky fingers to her mouth and licked them. In her imagination, her brother had circumcised her then ravished her whilst she was still bloody and raw, thrusting his hard cock into her time and time again.

DELIVERANCE A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the Second World War Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, and bdsm Chapter 1, Cruel Desires The Avron sports car certainly lived up to its reputation; hugging the corners, as Victoria negotiated them at anything up to fifty miles an hour, accelerating away quickly at the touch of the pedal. The large steering wheel was effortless to control, while the gear lever was presented on a high perch, perfect for manoeuvring whilst not having to divert her hand far from the wheel. Her recently cut and waved hair blew in the wind of the convertible as, coming to a straight part of road, she put her right foot down and flooded the twin carburettors with fuel. The compact car seemed to judder, and then lurch forward as the big three-litre engine was given its head. With a pleased smile, Victoria enjoyed the exhilarating pace as she tore down the narrow country lanes of Kent, laughing as she overtook a ford that appeared to be just about stationary when compared to her sixty five miles an hour. The bend for the Grange appeared in front and Victoria concentrated on breaking and downshifting the gears, the sides of her right foot operating clutch and throttle while her left touched the oversized barrel brakes to slow the car down. The motor grunted loudly through the exhaust, complaining at having to slow, then she was turning into the narrow lane that was part of the estate, the exhaust sounding its even tempered bass pitch as she opened her up again. Occasionally, through gaps in the trees and branches, she would see the Grange nestling down in the valley, the building itself perched lovingly on the large island in the lake. Victoria was ready for the quick turn to the right, then the short drive up to the stables that had been turned into a garage for her growing collection of cars. Gunning the accelerator to send the oil through its channels, she waited for a moment before turning off the ignition. Charlie Reed, the mechanic come chauffeur was waiting for her, his wife Mary beside him. Mary was now the housekeeper at the Grange, having taken over when her mother retired. Not that her mother was that far away as she now lived in a small cottage on the edge of the estate. Charlie doffed his cap towards his employer as she climbed fluidly from the sports car, his eyes darting away from the expanse of thigh he caught sight of as she rose from the seat. "How did she go?" he asked, his fingers already undoing the latch of the bonnet. Victoria, flushed from her drive, bent to do the other, unwearyingly giving him a glimpse down the front of her blouse. "She still wants to backfire when your foot comes off the pedal," she told him. The bonnet lifted backwards, rising from the windshield edge to stand vertical over the front grill. It left the massive engine nude, every part accessible. Charlie nodded, half his mind on the problem, the other half thinking again about Victoria. He had been told that she was thirty-nine, the same age as himself. But that hardly seemed possible, not for a woman with such a clear and pale complexion and whose dark hair and pale skin emphasised her large brown eyes. He had also heard rumours about her too, terrible rumours about how sadistic and cruel she was with the children. He wondered at their truth, especially when meeting her like this and talking so easily about cars. More and more he found himself thinking about her and wondering at the rumours. Much to his shame, he even caught himself thinking about her as he was making love to his wife. "The vacuum feed into the distributor could be faulty. I'll test it out," he told her, flustered by the thoughts going through his head. Victoria nodded and glanced towards Mary, her arms crossed over her chest. "Is everything alright my dear?" she asked. "Oh yes Ma'am," Mary replied with a smile. "Come, walk with me," Victoria said, dropping her kid leather driving gloves on the car seat and then slowly walking the short distance to the Grange, with Mary at her side. There was only Victoria and Simon to look after now and that was no hardship. The old butler, John Marks had passed away some years ago and was never replaced, and Anne Bishop returned to St Saviour's when the war ended. The only children at the Priory now were from Spain, brought back by well meaning visitors to the Spanish Civil War. Victoria and Simon had given them shelter when the press had finished and Louisa Baker had been rehired to teach them. "Things are likely to get busy around here again shortly," Victoria told her. "War is looming, there's no mistaking it, and this time the Ministry will want to evacuate all the children from London to the country," Victoria announced. "But that's thousands!" Mary gasped. Victoria nodded, her natural smile betraying her sadistic excitement at having evacuees and orphans to stay at Birchwood Grange again. "I have hired Amy Park to help Louisa at the Priory," Victoria told her. "We have to be very careful who we employ, and you will recall that she has worked at the Priory before and can be trusted." "My word!" Mary gasped, trying to get her mind around all the changes there would need to be made. "So! You had best put together a list of what you'll need," Victoria told her. "Yes of course, I understand," Mary answered. "Which brings me to why I wanted to talk to you my dear," Victoria told her. "You and Charlie have been married for a year now. Don't you think it's time you introduced him to us properly?" she asked. Mary knew this would come up sooner or later and chewed her bottom lip nervously. It wouldn't have been so bad, had Charlie come from nearby, somewhere where the custom of sending children to the local country estate to earn a dowry was understood and accepted. But she had met him in Whitstable while on holiday. It had been love at first sight and, when Simon and Victoria offered him employment at the Grange as their mechanic come chauffer, their minds were made up. "You're nervous about telling him, aren't you," Victoria told her. "What if he's disgusted? What if he doesn't understand?" Mary wailed. Tears escaped her eyes as she thought of losing him and worse, what he might think of her, seeing her in her true light. "It has to be done," Victoria said, with a touch of sympathy. "We've gone without a strong man for a while now, but we won't be able to manage for much longer, especially with all those children coming," she warned. "Just how many children do you intend to accept?" Mary asked. "Oh, about thirty," Victoria told her, grinning when she saw Mary's jaw drop. ****** Simon leant on his walking stick while the architect looked again at the rough sketches he had laid out before him. "Well?" he said, his impatience starting to get the better of him. The sketches helped them both visualise the extended wings that would form the new dormitories and classrooms, the covered walkway to what would be the new infirmary. "Well, it's possible Sir, but not very practical if you don't mind me saying so," the man told him. "You've placed the dormitories next to each other Sir. It would be much more practical to have them apart, and easier to build," he added. "The bathrooms are very utilitarian if you don't mind me saying so Sir. Panelling to provide a little more privacy needn't be all that expensive. And then there are the storage cupboards. They'd be more effective placed all together here, just inside the main reception area," he argued. "I want it built the way it is shown in these drawings. Can you do it?" he asked. "How quickly can you have it finished?" Simon asked impatiently. The architect looked at the drawings, obviously still disapproving of the design. "About eight to ten weeks?" he said. "Can I also suggest that the infirmary doesn't need to be so large? An additional room off of each of the dormitories should be sufficient," he suggested. Simon looked at the pointing finger and smiled, shaking his head. "Who knows what ailments they might have," he told the man. "Have it built as is, and there will be bonuses for an early completion," he said. That seemed to placate the architect and he drove off in his little Ford to leave Simon to wonder back into the Priory. Memories crowded in as he entered. The benches still remained, each with little holes set in them at regular intervals. He visualised the children as they were forced to masturbate astride them in fear of being punished. Rugs now decorated the wooden floor, stained with the taking of their virginities, or the loosening of their bladders. The stains were like a bond; tying them to the Priory just as effectively as any of the real ropes and bonds. The doors swung open without a sound, double hinged in order to take the additional weight of children bound and hung on their edge, their young and tender genitals slamming hard against the unforgiving door latch, as canes and whips were used to cruelly punish their bottoms and thighs. Simon stepped into the classroom, the whole room falling silent to look at him, and Miss Baker smiled. The children licked their lips and shook, growing nervous as he drew nearer. "How nice to see you Master Simon! Come on children, how do we greet our visitors?" she asked her class. The five youngsters, all with dark hair and the complexions of their Basque parents, shuffled to their feet and, in poor unison, recited the words they'd been taught. "Good morning Master Simon," they chorused. Simon chuckled and looked down at the closest child to him, a sweet little girl with an oval face, large brown eyes and straight black hair shorn at the neck. "Were you looking for anything in particular, Sir?" Miss Baker asked. Miss Baker taught the traditional way during the day, but reserved the early mornings for the children's hygiene routines and the last class of the day for their sexual education. The late evening she used for her own pleasures on the pretext of testing the children's ability to put into practice what they had learnt. "Yes! I am looking for a little light relief," he told her. "But I think I may have found it," he chuckled looking at the child. "You may continue with your lesson, I won't disturb you," he promised. "Mina! Stand up," Miss Baker ordered. Louisa was envious of Simon's choice. Mina is just eleven and when she arrived at the Priory she had a fiery Latin temperament, which gave her many hours of pleasure punishing her and moulding her into the docile little tart she was now. Mina's big brown eyes watched him open his trousers, her expression unreadable as she watched him sit against the empty desk behind him, then reach for her, his pale cock already half hard. Simon drew the girl to his side, then pushed her head down, groaning in delight as the girl opened her mouth to accept him. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his cock and gently pumped him while she tried to get more of him into her little mouth. "That's right Mina!" Simon told her. She slobbered, letting her saliva flow down to her fingers, and aiding their slide along his throbbing cock. "Ah! Such a lovely little tart!" he groaned. His hand stopped stroking the child's hair and slid slowly down her back, easily reaching the hem of her dress to lift it up and expose her lovely bottom, a tight little bottom that still showed the feint scars from Miss Baker's last cruel punishment. Simon's fingers slid down her short anal groove and pressed in over her little cunt, a sob escaping him as he felt how small and tight she was. He particularly enjoyed girls with tight little cunt's that gripped his cock firmly, and loved to watch their painful expressions as he stretched them wide apart. He would make them sit astride his loins and fuck him hard, their cute expressions a mixture of both pain and concentration as they desperately strove to bring him off as quickly as they could. Mina worked her mouth and hands and Simon laboured for breath, the dizziness of an impending ejaculation forcing him to hold her more tightly. One more pull, one more constriction of her lips behind his bloated cock head, and his release was upon him at last. He gasped and bucked forward. Jets of seed spurted into her mouth and she swallowed what she could, her fingers quickly wiping up the rest for her to swallow later. ****** It was a little after six in the evening when the doorknocker sounded on the front door and echoed in the hallway. Simon and Victoria, not expecting anyone, exchange an enquiring look before then waiting for Mary to announce whom it was. They continued to look preoccupied with their reading until then. Mary appeared and curtsied. "There's a couple at the door. I think they're German, come to talk to you about something private, they said. They've got cases with them too Miss," Mary announced. "German?" Simon asked, clearly intrigued. "Well! You better show them in Mary. Let's find out what they want," Victoria told her. With another flustered curtsy Mary disappeared and returned with the couple, showing them into the lounge before rushing off to get some refreshments. Victoria and Simon looked closely at the newcomers scrutinising them in the same way that the couple were scrutinising them. They introduced themselves as Daniel and Rachel Ackerman. Although their manners and accent seemed German, their looks belayed that. Neither of them were blond or blue eyed, and the woman was far from being the buxom wench so many expect of German women. They were both of a similar height; the trousers and jacket Rachel wore, saying little about her figure. In their late twenties Victoria guessed, they dressed well and had a likeness to them that spoke of being related much more than being a married couple. "Have you come far?" Victoria asked. They glanced at each other, before Daniel leant forward to speak. "From Bonn, in Germany," he told her. "We both worked at Bonn University Hospital," he explained, once again glancing at his partner. "Married?" Simon asked. "Oh no," Daniel laughed while Rachel blushed, her eyes darting to those of Victoria for a moment. "We are brother and sister," he explained. "Our father was a professor at the University Hospital, so it was natural we both followed in his footsteps," Daniel explained. "As you may be aware, Germany is a very difficult place to be at the moment," Rachel explained. "Especially if you are a Jew," Daniel sighed. "You're Jewish!" Simon exclaimed. They nodded. "Yes! German Jews, but it makes no difference. It was announced that Jews were no longer allowed to hold management jobs, nor be members of a profession. We cannot gather together or hold meetings," Daniel explained. "Our careers are gone. Poof!" Rachel said, her eyes sparkling with tears. "You were Doctors?" Simon asked. "Not quite! We were medical researchers," Daniel explained. "So you fled Germany?" Simon asked. "Yes! We got out just in time. We left everything we have there. We have nothing," Rachel told them, her tears once more threatening to overcome her. Daniel reached across and held her hand, a comforting move that helped her to control herself. "What brings you to Birchwood Grange?" Simon prodded. "Well! Some years ago we heard through a friend about an orphanage here in England that was different, where the orphans were abused, punished and even tortured on a daily basis," Rachel told them. "Ever since we were students, we have wondered if there is any way of measuring and recording just how much pain and pleasure children can be made to endure," Daniel told them. "There is so much we would like to research!" Rachel added her eyes alight with the passion she was feeling. "But it is an area with many moral issues," Daniel explained. "Oh! We don't see it like that," Victoria told them. Daniel glanced at Rachel again, and then took a deep breath before he continued. "Please excuse us if we are being rude, but we found out that St Saviour's, the orphanage we so much wanted to visit closed about ten years ago following the death of its founder a Miss Alice Marchant," Rachel said. "Yes that's correct! She is our mother," Victoria told them. "A reliable source also told us that you assisted your country during the First World War by taking in a small number evacuees and orphans here at Birchwood Grange, and we know that you already have a small number of Basque children here at the moment who are evacuees from the Spanish Civil War," Daniel ventured. "My, my, you have been doing your homework," Simon drawled. "Yes that's correct!" Victoria admitted. "Perhaps you would like to conduct your research on them?" Victoria suggested with a sly smile, clearly interested in the possibilities of watching them at work. Turning to Simon she saw a gleam in his eye and instantly knew that he agreed with the offer she had just made. Their faces flushed, the German pair nodded their acceptance. "Very well! Victoria said. "You will have a separate building for your research, and a fund to obtain equipment, in addition to a supply of children. Accommodation will be provided here in the Grange and you will also each receive a salary of two hundred pounds per year. In addition, you will commit all your research to film, and conduct private demonstrations for a small number of our guests," Victoria told them. "Yes! But you must also pass all the children you have experimented on to me as soon as you have finished with them," Simon added, his face showing his arousal. "You say there will be a supply of children?" Daniel remarked. "Yes! There will be at least thirty evacuees and orphans arriving in a few weeks time, and there are of course the five Spanish children who are here already," Victoria told them. "Will that be enough for your research?" she asked, seeing the joy light up in their faces. "Oh yes! Thank you," they both chorused. ****** The Ministry had arranged for all the children destined for Birchwood Grange to be aboard the 11.06 express from London to Hastings. There were three small coaches waiting at Maidstone station for them when they arrived. They were a varied and mixed bunch, some coming from affluent areas and others from poorer. However, as requested, the boy's were all handsome and the girl's all attractive. They had been hand picked by Simon's contact at the Ministry, who had been paid well and knew just exactly what was required. Looking timid and nervous, the children quickly gathered together to be counted, a little brown cardboard label fixed to their jackets or overcoats giving their name and ultimate destination so that there wouldn't be any mistakes. A count was done, then done again, the children being told to stand still, and yet the count still indicated there were two children too many. The labels were examined again and it became clear that two of the children had got off at the wrong station. Simon was delighted to see that they were identical twins. Holding each other's hands tightly they watched nervously as Simon examined their labels for a third time. "It says Aylsford Castle on their labels," Simon told Victoria in a hushed whisper as he looked around to see if anyone was looking for them. As the train left to continue its journey down to Hastings, Victoria licked her lips and gazed lovingly at the pretty little girls, both identical but for a ribbon in their hair and the name on their label and bags. "Remove their labels," she told him. "There're coming with us, two extra for whom there's no record," she said, her plain expression betraying her real excitement. Thirty-two children boarded the three coaches to stare out of the windows as they made their way out of the busy market town and into the countryside, passing hop farms and apple orchards that many of the children would probably have never seen before. They travelled through many pretty villages before turning down the private drive and through the carefully tended woodland to Birchwood Grange. The narrow road branched and the coaches turned towards the Priory, stopping outside its entrance and the very excited staff. Rachel gripped her brother's arm and gazed in awe as the children got off the coaches. Daniel let out a slow and low groan, his eyes, like those of his sister, going from child to child, dreaming of when the children would be naked and undergoing their cruel medical research. Louisa Baker beamed and rubbed her hands together excitedly. Here was a diversity that the Spanish children lacked. Here was a richness of difference, in their looks, their attitudes, and in their upbringing. Oh, it was going to be so much fun she thought, forcing the better off children to parade naked before her, to have the poorer children humiliate them, and then to cruelly punish them for making a fuss. Yes the good old days were about to return! Amy Parks took charge; calling out their names and making them step off the coaches where they could be seen. She then gave them a number that would correspond to the number on their bed and drew them aside to create two groups, one of boys, one of girls. Daniel and Rachel Ackermann watched while holding clipboards in their hands. They busily made notes, whereas Victoria and Simon preferred to wait, their anticipation making their blood flow warm. Mary wasn't at the Priory, but at the garage with her husband. With everyone else at the Priory, she'd decided to use the opportunity to tell her husband the bit about his employers that he wasn't aware of. Her heart was in her throat as she watched his powerful frame clad in his overalls, his chest already stained with oil from his work on the sports car. "Hello! I don't normally get to see you at this time of day," he told her, none the less glad to see her. She smiled and leant back against the worktable, building the courage to tell him. "Its very quiet today. Where is everybody?" Charlie asked. "Oh! There all over at the Priory seeing to the children who have just arrived from London," she told him. "How many children are there?" Charlie asked. "About thirty, I think!" Mary explained, her heart quickening. "Victoria and Simon are very generous to take so many," Charlie said wondering idly where their wealth had come from, as no one seemed to know, or were unwilling to say. "They have their reasons," Mary told him. "Would you like to know why so many have been taken in?" she asked teasingly, her body arched so that the light cotton dress she wore would fall against her body and outline her curves to him. "Yes? Please tell me," he urged. "You've got to promise not to tell anyone," she warned. Charlie grinned and bent to kiss her. "Don't you'll get my dress dirty!" Mary scolded. "Tell me then!" Charlie said starting to show his irritation at her teasing. Mary smiled, but the nervousness had returned now that the moment of truth was upon her. She reached up to stroke his hair and prayed he wouldn't be too disgusted with what she was going to tell him, at least not enough to stop loving her. "Simon and Victoria adore having children around them. They love to play with them," she told him. "Well, I like children too, but not enough to build somewhere where they can come to stay," he joked. "No, it's more than that," Mary murmured. She couldn't look at his open and honest face anymore so concentrated on the white vest she could see above the open neck of his overalls. "You see! Simon and Victoria and the teachers up at the Priory enjoy abusing the children and making them perform sexually for them," she explained. "You're joking," Charlie gasped. "No I'm not! They also punish them cruelly if they disobey, and for their pleasure," she told him softly, watching as the revelations started to affect him. "What about you?" Charlie demanded. "Well! I was sexually abused and cruelly punished when I was a child by Victoria and Simon, and since then I have developed a real passion for doing the same to the children at the Priory," Mary told him, her heart beating quickly as she roughly caressed his large cock through his overalls. "Stop it! You're getting me all excited," he gasped. "It doesn't disgust you them?" Mary asked, squeezing his cock. "No! Not if it gives you pleasure," Charlie replied. "Perhaps I could help you?" he asked excitedly. "Yes! Of course," Mary said, hoping that this would help to deflect his passions away from her for a while. Sliding away from his loose embrace she opened the back door of the garage. "Alicia!" Mary shouted. A little Spanish girl came to the back door and stepped in, a nervous look on her otherwise pretty face. "Present yourself!" Mary said sharply. Biting her lower lip in nervousness, the child reached for the large buttons down the front of her pretty dress and undid them, one after another, not stopping until all had been undone and she could shrug the material from her shoulders. Then, with hardly a pause for her spellbound audience to notice how small and cute her budding breasts were becoming, she leant forward, dragging her panties down her thighs and stepping out of them before straightening up again. Naked, and her thighs wide apart as she had been taught, her hairless cunt was fully visible, the split lips nicely curved and presented. "Jesus," Charlie breathed, his eyes wide and round, his mouth hanging open. "Alicia knows just how to please, and just what will happen to her bottom if she doesn't," Mary told him. "Don't you Alicia?" Mary asked. "Yes Miss!" Alicia said nervously. "How old are you girl?" Mary asked. "Eleven, Miss," Alicia, replied in her best English. As she turned her body, she showed off the fading scars of recent punishments and Charlie was delighted to see that they weren't just confined to her bottom and thighs, but covered her breasts and cunt as well. "Alicia also knows what we are going to do to her, just because we feel like it, don't you girl?" Mary asked, pinching her bottom and bringing the child to her toes with the pain. "Yes, yes Miss!" Alicia replied struggling through her tears. "Like, like what?" Charlie mumbled. "Do you really want to see?" Mary teased. "Oh yes!" Charlie begged, his cock now rampant. Taking hold of Alicia's hair, Mary pulled her back, her smile growing as the girl whimpered and arched, her budding little breasts now all but flattened. She reached for the girl's dark nipples, and taking them between her fingers and thumbs, twisted them harshly until the child squealed and panted with the pain. "What have you got here that I can use? A length of leather, a belt, a short flexible rod perhaps?" Mary asked her husband, casting Alicia aside. Charlie licked his lips, and pulled out a short length of belt that had once been a fan belt. It was fabric impregnated with rubber and just short of two feet in length. "Will this do?" he asked. "Oh Yes!" Mary told him. Taking it and grinning, her eyes lit up as Alicia saw the cruel belt and began to weep. If she needed any further proof of her husband's desire to help her, she had only to look at his flushed face or the passionate way he looked at Alicia's naked body. "Shall I hold her down?" Charlie asked. Mary grinned wolfishly and shook her head. "There's no need, Alicia knows not to disobey," she told him. All the fears she had held that Charlie might not like it, that he might be disgusted and leave her had dissipated, leaving her with a warm feeling and passionate desire to punish the Spanish girl's cute little bottom. "How shall we position her?" she asked her husband. Charlie looked around for something suitable and then pointed to the curved boot of the sports car. "Perfect!" Mary replied. With Charlie looking on, an amazed look on his face, Alicia was drawn over the back of the car so her upper body was pushed down onto the back seat, her bottom and thighs widely parted by the curve of the boot. Looking like a man whose had just woken up to the greatest Christmas he had ever seen, he stood to one side and watched as his wife began to whip the girl's bottom. Each firm swipe of the belt brought a jerk and cry from the child, and a begging look to her eyes. Charlie's cock was now rampant, the whipping of the little girl the most erotic thing he seen in a long while. Mary appeared to be a completely different person, her face strong and aggressive, and her body that much more alluring as she brought the belt down hard across the little girl's bottom again. A fresh squeal erupted from the child and she bounced and struggled, sobbing her heart out as the pain surged through her. Her pert little bottom looked divine, stripped with varying degrees of pinkness to create such a contrast to her otherwise golden skin. With each stroke, Charlie felt his excitement rise. His eyes devoured his wife, and fed on the sight of Alicia's bottom, as it slowly grew sore from the harsh strokes. It seemed to develop a definite sheen to its surface, a glowing that made his heart beat faster and his breath quicken. Mary stopped and sucked in a much needed breath of air, her attention turning from Alicia's livid looking bottom to her husband, a surge of relief flowing over her as she saw the massive bulge in his overalls and the look of desire he was giving her. "I hope you don't think I'm going to let you fuck me?" she said to him, nodding to his now rampant cock. "But Mary?" he begged, needing relief more than he'd ever needed it before, even after all her teasing on their wedding night. "No! That's what Alicia is here for!" she told him. Once again, Charlie was shocked and yet equally aroused, both at the same time. The girl lay, as she had been positioned, quivering but still, crying softly with the certainty that her ordeal wasn't over yet. "You're serious aren't you?" he gasped. "Yes I am! Fuck the little tart! Mary told him sternly. For a moment he was still, astonished by the change in the woman he thought he knew so well. Then, his excitement awakening him, he tore at his overalls, pulling them off so he could undo his trousers and release his rampant cock. Hearing him getting ready, Alicia cried harder, knowing her rape was next. She pleaded softly in Spanish, yet the large strong hands were upon her tender bottom, kneading the cheeks without any care for her pain, pulling them apart until she felt herself opened, both her anus and vagina laid defenceless to him. "Oh Charlie!" Mary gasped. He was so strong and masculine beside the little girl. "That's it!" she gasped excitedly, tearing at her own clothes. A foot on the bumper, a knee drawn up on the boot, Charlie pulled the girl towards him and watched as he positioned his cock to her little vagina. It looked obscenely large against her; yet, with a push he was in her, his breath rapid and short as he pushed deeper into her vice like cunt. "Harder!" Mary demanded, watching him with bated breath and quickly opening her dress so he could better see her. "Harder, harder," she kept repeating, demanding more and more from her husband. He thrust his cock harder and deeper and swooned with delight as his efforts were accompanied by the child's struggles and wails of pain that connected both to his cock and his brain. Urged on and on, he ignored the child screams, pushing her further over the boot, forcing her tense thighs further apart. He pried the soft flesh apart and panted as he thrust again and again, forcing himself into her, forcing her cunt to yield, and finally driving his cock fully into her. "Yes that's it! Fuck her," Mary screamed. Her fingers found her own aching cunt and her hips jerked forward. Then spreading her thighs wide, she extended a finger and flicked it back and forth across the swollen hood of her clitoris. Panting for breath, Charlie did just what his wife asked for, his large hands on the girl's slender hips, drawing her back and forth along his cock while his attention alternated from watching Alicia's cunt stretch around his cock, admiring her little bottom, and watching his wife roughly maul her own cunt, her fingers gleaming with her wetness. His hard fucking of little Alicia couldn't last forever, however much he wanted it too. With a yell of sheer joy, he felt his body explode within him, and then his cock jerk and swell with the girl's tight vaginal grip, as he shot his seed time and time again into her until exhaustion overtook him and, with a breathless sob, he drew out from her. Mary was there, grabbing him and pushing him backwards, grabbing a hold of his cock and taking into her mouth. She licked, sucked and swallowed with her urgent need to taste the sweet juices caused by his cruel rape of the little Spanish girl. When at last none was left to taste, she concentrated on getting him hard again, her mouth and hand roughly caressing his cock and balls until he was rampant and throbbing once again. Standing, she flipped the hem of her dress up her back and turned, offering her bottom to his admiring gaze. "Come on Charlie. Now me," she urged breathlessly. With a grin and a groan he was there, easing into her to sigh with happiness as he felt her slowly accommodate him. He moved with long strokes, more powerfully than he thought she had liked only to hear her pant and sob with desire. Nearby Alicia watched, her tears drying as she gazed spellbound at the couple fucking, the woman pushing back on to his cock, the man quickening his pace with the loss of his breath. Holding herself and rubbing her sore cunt gently, Alicia watched them cry out and strain, a sudden surge of sensation deep inside making her clamp her thighs together tightly over her fingers and then with her eyes closed, let the pleasure transcended her burning bottom and the yearning that was now coming from her empty vagina. ****** After the roll call was taken and the twins added to the register, Miss Park led the boys up to their dormitory and Miss Baker did the same with the girls. The timid children stepped into the large room, practically all of them noticing the large partition that kept them separate. Only eight feet high, it allowed sound to travel easily between the two rooms. The partition was made from a very thin material on purpose and Simon imagined it would only take a short time before little holes appeared in it out of sheer curiosity, to see what was on the other side. He certainly hoped so anyway. "Right! Stand by your beds," the teachers called, as Victoria and Simon chose their own hidden vantage points to watch. The children looked about them, the cleverer ones working out which bed was theirs and smirking at their success. However, some had to ask for help, admitting that they had forgotten the number of the bed they had been given. "You've earned yourself a demerit," the teachers told those who took the longest to do as they were told. Their names were written down in the little black books the teachers carried, a smile from the teacher to reassure the child, the entry however promising a painful punishment. "Put your things away now. It's nearly time for lunch," Miss Baker told the girls while, just on the other side of the partition, Miss Park was telling the boys the same. "The bathroom is through there," Miss Park pointed out to the boys, when she heard Miss Baker telling the girls. A boy hurried in and then quickly ran out again. "Please Miss! There aren't any doors," he complained. "Go on! Don't be shy," Miss Park, scolded him, purposefully turning her full attention towards him. "Miss!" he whined, begging her for an alternative. "Are you complaining boy!" Miss Park sighed, writing his name down in her little black book while he blushed and squirmed, torn between having to empty his bladder in full view, and getting a demerit for his stubbornness. "Oh stop being a baby and go and do what you have to," she snapped, her eyes threatening immediate punishment if he argued with her for any longer and followed him back in. Blushing hotly, his face looking as only an adolescent boy's could in those conditions, he stepped up to the open urinal and undid the zip on his trousers, turning his body to try and hide what he was doing from the now smiling woman. Miss Park laughed and moved even closer, moving right up to his side to watch in silence as he held his cock and peed in nervous dribbles. "Oh! You'll have to do better than that," she warned as he quickly zipped his trousers up again. "I'm sorry!" he said, turning just long enough for her to get a good look at his cock and balls. Delighted with what she had seen, Louisa made a note of his slowness in her little black book, with a reminder for her to help improve his poor peeing technique. Miss Baker was also getting complaints from the girls, but told them that they had better get used to the facilities. "They are a lot more hygienic like this," she explained, as they gathered round to stare at the porcelain holes in the floor and the enema apparatus that hung from the walls. "Couldn't we at least have partitions?" one little girl asked, her clothes showing quality, right down to her polished patent leather shoes. "No, you can't," she answered sharply. "Well, I refuse to use them. I'll telephone my mother and tell her to send someone to take me home," the precocious, but attractive little girl told her, just like her mother would have done she felt sure. Louisa grinned as she took out her little black book. "Jennifer Madley isn't it?" she asked calmly. Her eyes sparkled as the little girl lost her haughty expression to look nervously at the little black book, and then lick her lips as she nodded. "How old are you girl?" Miss Baker snapped. "Twelve Miss," Jennifer answered, wondering just what that had to do with anything. "Twelve! Well you are acting like a six-year-old." Miss Baker told her. "Where's the telephone?" she asked timidly. "I'll show you in a minute," Miss Baker told her before marching the other girls down the stairs to the main hall. Simon had a speech prepared and all the children were to be gathered together for it. "I demand to use the telephone, now!" Jennifer stormed, stamping her foot on the wooden floor of the hall while, the other children filed quietly in front of where Simon and Victoria were seated on a podium. She was hoping the girl could have waited until at least Victoria had been free to join them. Punishing a child was much more enjoyable if there was someone else present, someone to watch and perhaps even to help her. Louisa looked towards Victoria who had noticed the tension building and waited for her to signal that she could go ahead and deal with her little problem. "Oh! Very well," Miss Baker said, finally relenting but not without a very good reason. Even now she was starting to grow fond of the attractive child and an opportunity to spend some time in private abusing her sexually under the pretext of correcting her manners, would certainly go a long way to satisfying her aching passion for the precocious child. "This way," she said, marching the child at a quick pace down a long corridor to her private quarters. The room wasn't much to look at but the girl hardly cast a second glance as she looked around for the telephone. "Where's the telephone?" Jennifer demanded. Louisa took off her cardigan and the little gold watch she wore on her right wrist. "There isn't one. I have brought you here to punish you for your appalling lack of manners," she told her, taking a band from her pocket and drawing her hair back and out of the way. "What do you mean? I want to go back," Jennifer said, her voice breaking as she tried to escape. Louisa appeared to be quite calm as she took hold of the girl's arm, spinning her around until she faced a stout leather armchair, her back to the door. "What are you going to do to me? I demand you let me go!" Jennifer squealed, her voice raising an octave along with her nervousness. "It's time you were taught a proper lesson," Miss Baker told her. Louisa's smile and pleasant exterior dropped away as she pulled the child closer, close enough for her to smell her shampoo, to see her eyes spitting fire and her expression that demanded total obedience. Jennifer tried stepping away, shaking her head and looking wildly for an escape. The more she looked, the more terrified she appeared, and the more her mistress grinned at her. Louisa let her move back from the armchair, and then reached out as a Cobra strikes it's prey, quickly grabbed her arm making her squeal and struggle. Almost immediately the other arm struck out, the palm landing sharply across the girl's face, its force spinning her head round. Before she knew what was happening, Miss Baker had drawn her forward and then deposited her unceremoniously over the back of the armchair, a hand in her hair holding her bent and still, gasping for air and whimpering with her nervousness. "Ouch! You're hurting me," Jennifer shouted, livid that her hair was being painfully pulled back. "You think that hurts do you?" Miss Baker said with a feral grin. She swept Jennifer's dress up over her back and had to smile at the way her knickers had ridden deep between the cheeks of her tight little bottom, leaving it deliciously bare. "What are you going to do to me?" Jennifer asked nervously, still trying to struggle. Louisa shook with pleasure, looking excitedly at the bottom she was about to cruelly spank. Without answering her question, she started to pinch and twist the cheeks of the little girl's bottom until she started squealing and squirming. This gave her an excuse to tighten her hold on her and, with a loud cry of pain, Jennifer fell still. "Now listen to me! Whatever I do, you are to remain still!" Miss Baker warned, her voice hard and unforgiving. "Yes, yes, but please don't hurt me!" Jennifer wept. "Do you think that I'm going to let you off being punished after the way you spoke to me earlier?" Louisa asked her, her breath shortening now as she roughly pulled the girl's knickers off, and continued to cruelly pinch her tender bottom. "Please! You're hurting me," Jennifer wailed, kicking her thighs out uncontrollably. Miss Baker put one leg in front of the other effectively imprisoning the child's legs between hers. Then, with one more tug on her hair, she brought her hand down hard to start her much-needed spanking. Jennifer had never been spanked before, and howled as the pain built up in her bottom, groaning with every additional spank that rained down. The burning sensation continued with the rhythm of the cruel spanking making her squeal and struggle. "It hurts, it hurts!" she wailed, crying openly. "You've deserved a sound spanking, and that's what you are going to get!" Louisa panted, her eyes bright with excitement as she delivered another harsh smack to the child's bottom, then another and another, briefly stopping to recover her breath and admire how her bottom was starting to glow. Louisa reached out to caress the smooth firm flesh, adoring the tight little curves and the tender glow. Then her hand was rising again, her eyes focusing on the peach hills between which her anal crease opened as she struggled. With renewed vigour, Louisa spanked the child, her ears ringing to Jennifer's cries as, smack after smack, they produced an ever glowing sheen, where handprint and handprint soon obscured each imprint to leave just a circle of brightly glowing flesh. Jennifer, exhausted by struggling and screaming, was soon left crying unremittingly, a little extra cry escaping her along with a jerk as each new smack added to her torment. Yet, in truth, the additional smacks added little to the raging heat and torment of her tender bottom. Louisa stopped the spanking once again, and ran her hand lovingly over the firm little cheeks. Heat invaded her tingling palm and she smiled before using her thumb and finger to draw one bottom cheek from the other and spy the girl's anus and the tender opening to her sweet little cunt. With a startled cry, Jennifer jerked and tensed, as she tried to hide herself. Full of her own pain, she hadn't seen the look of fierce anger on Miss Baker's face. "I see! It's like that is it?" Miss Baker spat, pulling the girl erect by her hair. Jennifer howled in pain, a hand going to her hair, hesitating to try and stop the woman in case it brought more agonising pain. Her other hand flew to her bottom, rubbing and squeezing, trying desperately to ease the invading burning. "Please Miss, I didn't mean it, I didn't" Jennifer babbled, drawn along by the pull of her hair, unaware of where they were heading until they were there; in Miss Baker's bedroom. Her hair now released she cupped her bottom in both hands and rubbed, the grin her mistress gave her making her blush, but she didn't stop. "I didn't mean it," she repeated, beginning to cry again as she came to realise that an even more painful punishment was to come. "Remove your clothes," Miss Baker panted, staring at the child with a renewed excitement. "Miss!" Jennifer wailed. "You heard!" Miss Baker told the girl, her hand raised threateningly. Louisa watched as the girl undressed, her sobs growing louder with her new level of humiliation, until she finally stood naked before her. The child's budding breasts stood upright, her pubis stood high from her tapering loins, and her pert little bottom was deliciously sore from the recent spanking. Her passions now inflamed, Louisa reached under the bed for the stout rubber cock that she used late at night, and attached a long cord and hook to it. Taking it to the door, she hooked it over the top and adjusted the length of the cord so it stood out from the door's surface at the right height for the child. A flat piece attached to the bottom edge of the dildo held it firmly outwards. "What's that Miss?" Jennifer asked through her tears, one hand coyly hiding her cunt while the other clutched and rubbed her sore bottom. Jennifer knew it couldn't really be what it looked like, not really, not in a teacher's room. Tommy Brown had exposed his cock to her only a week ago and, thoroughly disgusted she'd gone straight home to tell her mother. It earned him a sound thrashing, but he deserved it she thought. Miss Baker hummed and smiled stroking the dildo to ensure that the petroleum jelly had been fully smeared across the bulbous head and its long, stout and curved shaft. "Come here," she told the girl, watching as she approached her, still sniffing and weeping, but now blushing too in her nakedness. "Hands down by your side!" Miss Baker spat, as Jennifer tried to hide herself. "Never try to hide yourself, do you understand?" she asked. "But Miss! It's naughty! Jennifer wailed. "Never mind what you've been told. You are to do as I say or you'll earn yourself another spanking," Louisa told her. Turning the child around so that she could admire the glowing cheeks of her bottom, she watched with delight as the girl swooned as her magical fingers roughly caressed her anus and cunt from between the cheeks of her bottom. "Right, you little tart!" Miss Baker spat, her eyes once more glowing with delight. With a hand holding the suspended cock still, she swept her arm around the girl's waist and, with little real effort, lifted and pulled her back, towards the waiting dildo. Jennifer didn't really understand what was happening behind her and yet wailed anyway. Something slippery slid up and down and around her bottom, and she squealed in principle rather than with any pain. Then, suddenly, it all changed. Her struggling body had brought the rounded tip of the unforgiving thing against her anus and, rather than being pulled off of it, Miss Baker let her drop down onto it. Squealing with horror and with a certain amount of pain, Jennifer stretched herself, her mouth and eyes widening as she felt herself descend on the hard and cold thing behind her. Her anus constricted and fluttered, wanting to expel it and unable to do so. She found her feet, and years of ballet classes helped her to stand on her toes as she made an effort to rid herself of the thing inside her bottom. "Miss!" she squealed, and yet the woman took her wrists and tied them to the cords holding the thing against the door. When she pulled on them experimentally, the horrid thing in her bottom surged painfully upwards. Louisa chuckled and stood back to admire the girl. Jennifer tottered on her toes and squirmed on the dildo. The upward angle of it stopped her sliding off of it, and the fit was too tight for her to jump from it either. So she stood erect, panting and crying, looking at her mistress beseechingly. "This will help," she told the girl, lifting up a martinet whip that had long strands made from the laces of soldier's boots, but nowhere as painful as the heavier ones made from leather. Yet to a novice like Jennifer, the feel of it striking her cunt and breasts while the dildo was in her bottom would work its magic, and send her off into howls of anguish long before the pleasure began to bloom. Jennifer, panting for breath as she tried not to move on the dildo, starred at the whip, shaking her head in disbelief. Surely her mistress couldn't be meaning to use that on her. Yet as she watched, Miss Baker swung her arm back and brought the whip down hard across her stomach. Jennifer screamed, her head flung back as the sensations swept into her groin. She wept, her toes beginning to hurt, as her bottom clenched itself around the dildo deep inside her, squeezing it and throbbing hotly around it. Breathless with passion, Miss Baker swept the whip round again, this time letting the slender strands sweep up between her legs, stinging her thighs and the apex of her proud vulva, making her scream again, then jerk up and down on the dildo as she tried expelling the hot sensations coursing through her. Now she whipped her breasts, facing the child to sweep the last inch of strands across them, flicking first forehand and then backhand to include each erect nipple while the girl panted and squirmed, her eyes growing glazed as the multitude of burning, tingling, biting and stinging sensations coursed through her. "Starting to enjoy it now, aren't you?" Miss Baker teased, flicking the whip lower and lower, before concentrating on her proud little Venus mound. Jennifer gasped aloud and shook as each strike on her tender pubis forced her bottom to push down on the dildo. The sensation no longer hurt, but brought on different feelings, each just as fierce. "No, no," she begged panting and shaking, tossing her head in an effort to deny what was being done to her. "You think I don't know?" Miss Baker grinned. She spun the whip and brought it up under her pubic mound, watching Jennifer's reaction to it and grinning as the girl tried thrusting her pelvis forward, stretching her anus around the unyielding dildo. "Mummy!" Jennifer shouted out, as she descended the full length of the dildo and opened her thighs so the whip could strike the full length of her overheated little cunt. The feeling within her caused her head to crack against the door, yet it went unfelt as her body erupted, the sensations far in excess of anything she'd ever produced whilst masturbating with her fingers. Her throat taut, only a high-pitched squeal escaped her lips. Unable to control herself any longer, her urethra opened and hot yellow pee slipped between her upper thighs before breaking to run in bright rivulets down each thigh. Miss Baker stood back and grabbed the camera that she had recently bought. In moments, while Jennifer still continued to pee down her thighs and rock her bottom up and down on the dildo, she had taken three photographs. She would give them to the Ackerman's to be part of their research collection, and perhaps they might experiment on the adorable little tart while she was present in return.

DELIVERANCE A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the Second World War Written by Dickins This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Story Codes: ped, bdsm and Femdom Chapter 3, Cruel Routines The bell sounded in both dormitories awaking the children to another day of humiliation. The early morning routine required them to stand naked at the end of their beds, with their hands clasped behind their heads and their thighs wide apart for inspection. Jason sat up in bed rubbing his eyes trying to adjust to the strong sunlight that beamed through the window, and then scurried to the end of his bed just as Miss Park entered the dormitory. "Good morning Miss Park," they chorused as she entered. Walking slowly down each row, she stopped in front of any boy whose cock wasn't fully erect, and then bending slightly forward used her fingers to encourage it to do so. They watched wide-eyed as she slowly fondled Johnny's cock, bringing it to a fierce hardness with just a smile and a few expert strokes of her hand. Like the others, Jason watched as she explained to Johnny how to make it go hard, in the same way that she would teach him how to brush his teeth or comb his hair. Now, as she approached him, Jason felt the same familiar tingle and the slow swelling of his cock. His heart quickened as it started to stiffen, but not to the full erection he had hoped by the time she stood in front of him. "Oh dear! Does it need a hand?" Miss Park said, and then with a warm smile, leant forward, allowing him to see right down the front of her blouse as she fondled his boyhood. Jason nodded breathlessly and sobbed with delight as she scraped her nails along the underside, then roughly wrapped her fingers around the shaft, causing blood to pulse through his cock and bring it to full erection. "Now masturbate!" she ordered. Panting hotly, Jason drew the foreskin of his excited cock back and started to masturbate, his excitement greatly increased as she leant even further forward to part his bottom and sink a finger into his anus. "Remember Jason! You mustn't spend," she warned. In reality she hoped that he would as she had a real passion for the boy and punishing him for spending without permission would provide her with an opportunity to get better acquainted with his handsome bottom. Jason heard Miss Baker order her girls to go into the bathroom, and his efforts not to spend were made more difficult as he visualised their bottoms, especially those that had been punished recently. "Stop!" Miss Park ordered. She had waited on purpose until Jason was about to spend, only then removing her finger from his anus, to move down the line to the next boy until she was satisfied. "Right! Into the bathroom," she ordered with a smile. Jason followed the others into the bathroom, where menacing looking enema apparatus hung from the ceiling, a metal rail ran across the centre and porcelain toilet bowls were suspended on the back wall. As they had been taught, the first boys to enter busied themselves greasing the nozzles while the stragglers took up their positions, bent over the rail with their thighs apart and their hands holding their bottoms open. A finger greased Jason's anus, rotating inside him and making his belly go funny, then the large nozzle was brusquely push inwards, it's flare spreading and stretching his rectum, taking his breath before it suddenly narrowed and let him breathe again. With hardly time to squeeze his anus around the nozzle, warm water was gushing in and, like the others, he gasped as his bent position helped the water flow deep into his bowels. He panted and stretched, whimpering when he felt he had taken enough and yet it went on and on. When she blew the whistle it depended on who was doing it as to how quickly or slowly the tap was turned off, and how firmly or softly the nozzle was pulled out. With a cry at the sudden departure of the large copper nozzle, Jason hurried to the strange looking toilet bowl, once again thankful that there were as many as there were nozzles. In his darkest imagination he visualised there being one less bowl, and one of the boy's having to hold in the water in painfully until another had finished. He put that thought to one side as he squatted and sighed with equal relief as he could expel the water. Then it was off to have his skin scrubbed with pepper and sandalwood soap, a routine that Miss Park particularly enjoyed. "Cleanliness is next to Godliness," she would tell her boys, a large rubber apron protecting her clothes. To be certain they were clean, she would insert a finger or two into their anuses, and examine their cock's thoroughly before she allowed them to get dressed and go down for breakfast. It was at meal times that the children felt the most relaxed as the teachers eat their meals in another room. They would invariably swap gossip, about what they thought was planned for them that day, about who had recently been punished, and who had been made to go to their mistress's room the night before. "Anne was whipped in Miss Baker's bedroom last night," Jennifer told the others with a smirk. The girls who were near enough to hear her nodded, and remembered the bruising to her bottom that they fought each other to sooth, when she finally returned to the dormitory. Unlike Jennifer, none of the other girls had ever been made to go to Miss Baker's bedroom at night, for anything more than to be punished. "How do you know that she was whipped?" Jason asked, craning his neck to look around the dining room to find Anne, and finally finding her sitting with some difficulty on her own in the corner. "I was there, stupid!" Jennifer told him curtly. "Don't you boys ever get invited to Miss Park's bedroom at night?" she asked. "No! Not yet, anyway," Brian murmured, as Jason and the other boys shook their heads. Miss Park entered the dinning room with Miss Victoria who was holding a clipboard with the day's schedule attached to it. "Right! It's a pleasant day, so we need the younger children to work out in the field. Mr Jones, the farmer, will tell you what to do when you arrive. All boys twelve and over, and all girls thirteen and over are to remain here," Miss Victoria told them. The younger children filed out, eager to help work out in the fields on such a pleasant day. The older ones glanced around to check their numbers, the girls concerned that there were only three of them, to the boys seven, Jason being the youngest. "Girl's! Lift your dresses," Miss Victoria demanded. Blushing and glancing hot cheeked as the boys watched, the girls did as they were told, holding the material aloft to reveal their tight cotton knickers, curving enticingly around the bulge of their vulvas. "Right you were the slowest Millie! Go to the infirmary and tell Mr Ackerman that I have sent you," she ordered. Biting her lip, Millie obeyed, and Miss Victoria ordered the two other girls to follow her. Miss Park led the boys to one of the classrooms and Jason licked his lips when he saw a Spanish girl waiting. She only looked about eleven at the most, but she stood naked beside Miss Park's desk, her thighs wide apart and her hands behind her head. The other boy's also groaned and licked their lips when they saw her pretty little breasts and her sweet cunt curving cutely from between her thighs. "This is Celia!" Miss Park told them. The Spanish children now lived up at the Grange where they helped with menial tasks, when not being used by Victoria or her brother. Like the others, Jason licked his lips and tried to pull his eyes away from the pretty Spanish girl, when the cine-camera caught his attention. A little gasp escaped him as Miss Park walked over to the camera and set it running, making sure that it was positioned to capture all the action. "Now listen! You have all got handsome cocks!" Miss Park told them with a smile. "But you spend far too quickly, so you must learn to control them, if you want to be of pleasure to a woman," she argued. "Remove your shorts!" she ordered, clapping her hands to get their attention. Blushing with embarrassment they obeyed her, their cocks now standing to attention from both the cold of the morning air and the excitement of having a naked girl watching them. "Celia is here to help you learn, aren't you darling?" she asked the little girl who blushed before nodding, then meekly stepped forward to drop to her knees. The boys ogled the dark skinned Spanish girl, hardly able to believe their luck. "Oh! By the way," Miss Park added, her eyes piercing theirs, as their attention was diverted from the Spanish girl. "You must last for five minutes before spending, or you will receive a stroke of the cane for every thirty seconds that you are short," she said. Her grin held no humour as she glanced at the anxious boys, and then broadened again when she saw that their nervousness had caused some of their cocks to soften already. "Brian! You are the eldest, so you will go first," she told him. Brian, who had just turned fourteen, had mixed feelings as he stepped forward. Miss Park wasn't helping him, standing to one side lovingly caressing the cane that she itched to use across his bottom. Jason watched, his breath held, as Celia leaned forward, and with her mouth open took Brian's cock into her mouth. His gasp was of genuine pleasure as Celia drew her hands around his bottom to hold him still, while she worked her mouth around his now rampant cock. The boys watched, all breathing shallowly, all imagining how it might feel as Brian gasped and thrust himself into the girl's mouth. She didn't seem to mind, but sucked all the harder, her lips compressing as he made to draw back, pulling on his shaft while he sobbed with delight. His cock had almost left her, the shaft gleaming with saliva, when she thrust her head forward, filling her mouth with his young cock and swallowing his rich flavour. Brian flung his head back, then looked down at her, panting hotly as Celia changed her tactics and began to rapidly slide her head back and forth, with her tongue held under the shaft. "No, not yet!" Brian, gasped, his hands moving to her hair to still her movements. "You're not allowed to stop her, Brian," Miss Park told him sharply, the cane held ready to swipe at his hands if he didn't stop. Brian drew them away and gritted his teeth. Celia sensed his nearness and looked up at him as she continued sliding her wet mouth back and forth on his gleaming cock. One of Celia's hands gripped his bottom and the other fondled his balls, cradling them as she daringly drew her mouth as far over the shaft as she could manage. "No! Please" Brian cried. His head shook violently from side to side, but it couldn't deny the jerking of his hips, nor the frothy stream of pearly seed that escaped Celia's mouth to drip onto her breasts. "Three minutes short! That will be six strokes," Miss Park announced, smiling broadly as she looked at the startled and forlorn young boy. "It isn't fair Miss. I had to go first," he complained. "You are the eldest Brian, and as such, should be able to control your cock," she argued. "Now! Come over here," Miss Park ordered. Brian sighed and walked over to where Miss Park stood and with his cock gleaming from his recent spend, prepared for his caning. "Now! Place your cock through the hole," Miss Park ordered. Brian adjusted the height of the cross bar to allow his cock to fit through the tight velvet-rimmed hole. Achieving this, he bent forward with his thighs widely parted, and his balls hanging freely against the wooden trestle. The boys watched with their breath held, collectively wondering if they would be so brave when it was their turn. Miss Park tapped the cane across Brian's bottom and he tensed in anticipation. She tapped repeatedly, licking her lips and taking deep breaths, and then she drew the cane well back. The boys were mesmerised, by her expression, her eyes, by the twist in her upper body and the stillness of the waiting cane. Then, like a wind- up toy suddenly released, she swung around, and the cane bent with the sudden movement. As one, the boys all jerked as the cane whipped down to cut viciously into Brian's bottom, cutting into the skin to create a vividly pink line across both cheeks. He howled, his body arching out as the pain engulfed him. The pain receding and catching his breath, Brian worked his pelvis to masturbate his cock in and out of the velvet-lined hole, the pleasure offsetting the wicked heat that now invaded his tender bottom. "Stop that!" she told him, as she prepared to give him the second of the six strokes. Still on her knees, Celia licked and swallowed the last of Brian's flavour and started to fondle her cunt, increasing the pressure as Miss Park brought her arm back to strike Brian's bottom for a second time. The boys alternated between watching the girl fondle her little cunt, flooding her inner thighs with wetness, and watching Brian strain to masturbate his cock in the hole between the bouts of stinging pain. Brian was caned four more times, and she never softened her strokes, not even when Brian collapsed after the fourth, begging for her to stop. If anything, it inflamed her passion more, and she took delight in ordering him to place his sore cock, back through the hole again. Jason hoped desperately that he would be able to last the full five minutes, but his hope started to die away as he watched the Spanish girl offering her body to Miss Park to caress. Despite his fear, the sight of the little girl being roughly caressed by her mistress made his cock rampant. "Come on Brian! Spend again," Miss Park whispered, looking into the boy's anguished face, and roughly fondling his sore cock. "No please!" Brain pleaded. The cane rose once more, but this time to run along the underside of his cock, sliding smoothly up and down the shaft and helping to bring him to full erection again. Still weeping, he thrust his cock through the hole again and started to rhythmically masturbate as she fondled his tender bottom with one hand, and stroked his cock with the tip of the cane with the other. "That's right Brian," Miss Park breathed. "Now don't hold back!" she urged, her arms stretched around the apparatus and her nails nipping the crown as his cock as it immerged from the other side of the hole. Mesmerised, unable to tear their eyes away, the boys watched Brian ejaculate for a second time, their mouths wide open as they saw a fountain of seed spurt over Miss Park's hand and wrist. "There! Wasn't that nice?" Miss Park asked him, wiping herself and smiling pleasantly. "Oh! Yes Miss," Brian told her. The boys stared, and began to tremble as they wandered who would be next. "Right! Why don't we follow the eldest with the youngest, eh Jason?" she asked sweetly. Jason sobbed and stepped forward, his mind urging him to run while his steps took him to the kneeling girl. As he removed his shorts Celia saw a wet patch in his underpants and giggled. Her eyes now sparkled as she waited for him to present his handsome cock to her. "Now remember! You must last for five minutes, and don't even try to stop her, or it will be ten strokes for trying," Miss Park told him. He nodded his understanding, and his face burnt as he uncovered his flaccid cock that hung forlorn over his balls. Celia's giggle made him blush even more, but his embarrassment was forgotten, when she took a gentle hold of it, lifting it slightly so she could pull the foreskin back and place her lips around its crown. Her hot wet tongue flicked the crown and soon turned his gasp into a groan, one that ended with a rush of escaping breath as she suddenly slid her mouth fully over his cock, moving it backwards and forwards until it started to harden. "Wow!" he gasped, his eyes firmly on the young Spanish girl as she wrapped her hand around his cock and sucked, bathing it in her hot saliva. Jerking with the pleasure she was giving him, he only just remembered the punishment for spending too early, and quickly turned his eyes away. Celia's hands pulled, her teeth scraped and her tongue darted along his cock. Panting, Jason wondered who had painted the picture on the wall and how old it was. He found his hips rocking to the working of her mouth and told himself to stop. He sobbed with the urge to look down and watch her but didn't, looking out of the schoolroom window instead. Celia played with his bottom, her fingers sending pleasure spiralling into his groin and another hand slid from his shaft to play with his balls, shooting immense pleasure up through his body, but she sucked even more strongly now and he could no longer stop himself looking down at her. Her eyes met his, hot and eager, her mouth gripped tightly around his throbbing cock, sliding back and forth and trying to make him spend before the time expired. As she had been taught, she even parted her thighs so that he could see her pretty little cunt, in an effort to make him spend just that bit quicker. Then something happened, he couldn't tell what, but his breath suddenly doubled and he realised that he was going to spend. Trying to stop the girl or trying to think of something else wouldn't work this time; he was going to spend. Wide eyed with the realisation of what that meant, he looked across at Miss Park and sobbed at the triumphant look on her face. Then it happened, his hot seed rushing through his groin, building a pressure at the base of his cock and then, forcing a youthful scream from him, as his seed shoot into Celia's little mouth. Now he held her, jerking his cock back and forth in her mouth as his ejaculation dictated, ignoring her muffled squeal, her coughing and spluttering, slowing as the tension eased, until it was over and only his punishment remained. "Not bad! Only a minute early," Miss Park told him, a grin on her face as she caressed the cane. "Right! Come here," she ordered. Jason crept over to her, hoping the pleasant feeling of his recent spend would rise above the pain of the cane, yet knowing deep down that it wouldn't. He adjusted the bar to his height and slipped his now flaccid cock through the hole, blinking back his tears as he bent forward, his thighs widely parted so that his balls dangled freely and on view. "Only two! So I'll have to make them good ones, won't I Jason?" Miss Park said, tapping his lovely bottom with the cane. Jason no longer felt the tapping of the cane, his mind blanketed by the awful realisation of what was about to occur. He could no longer breathe and, despite the roar in his ears, he clearly heard the soft whistle of the cane descending. Its sudden impact took all thought from the boy. The fierce pain was white hot, searing from his bottom to his brain, and then shooting down to his toes, causing him to rise as he quivered and screamed. At first, he could think of nothing but the awful, invading, pain, then he remembered his cock in the velvet hole and thrust himself against it, jerking back and forth in a mad urge to have pleasure replace the pain. He groaned and blushed, knowing that his friends were watching, and yet he was unable to control himself. Tingles of pleasure started to fight the heat swarming in his bottom and he panted and concentrated on that, twisting to feel the velvet ridge around his throbbing cock and sobbed with the small relief it afforded him. "Right! Last stroke," Miss Park announced breaking his concentration, and he returned to thinking about the pain again. The tears that had nearly stopped now came freely down his face as he obediently offered up his bottom to his mistress. With awful and calculated precision, the cane came to tap the same line as the previous stroke and he gripped onto the handles of the trestle with greater effort. Once more, there was that moment in which the cane no longer tapped him, nor whistled in descent. In it, Jason's breath stopped and his heart thudded slowly but loudly in his aching chest. Tensing his muscles lifted his bottom and tightened it. The previous line, now turning a dark violet, stood out more vividly to those who watched. Time ceased for Jason but for the awful dull beat of his heart. Then the whistle of the cane was heard, stopping all too quickly for the pain of it's landing to once again shoot through his tortured bottom. His arching upwards thrust his cock through the hole and his shaking unintentionally excited him. Miss Park, seeing it, jumped forward to hold the boy close to her. Crying with the pain, Jason wept against her bosom, the woman's hand fondling his bottom, tracing the angry cut lines she had caused, and her other hand urging his cock into a state of aching hardness. With one hand she slowly and rhythmically masturbated him and with the other traced the two welts on his handsome bottom, rubbing the moistness of his blood droplets into his flesh and licking the salt from his tears. "Now! Spend for me Jason!" Miss Park panted. Pain merged with pleasure and before he knew it, Jason was spending again, an agony of an orgasm that had his hot seed spurting over his mistress's cruel hand. ****** There was a place where the hedge bordering one end of the Priory was broken and, by stealing through it, the children could show off their recent punishments to each other in relative privacy. The adults knew about this place but chose not to intervene unless it pleased them to do so; after all competition amongst the children was to be encouraged and being proud to show off their bruised bottoms to each other would ensure that they would suffer more punishments, just to gain the admiration of the others. There is certainly a fascination in looking at the bruised bottoms of those who have been recently punished. Boys and girls kneeling behind each other admiring and touching the welts, with many realising that their caresses were bringing excitement, as cocks hardened and cunts swelled and opened. Jason was drawn behind the hedge by a small group of boys and girls and urged on until he agreed. Already thrilled by seeing and feeling Brian's mutilated bottom, they watched with bated breath as he undid his shorts and turned his bruised bottom to them, a hand coyly held over his stirring cock. Although he had not received as many strokes as Brian, Miss Park had made up for it by using as much force as she could. As a result, the two marks across Jason's bottom were cuts, each one breaking the skin at various points along their length. The skin was now an eye-catching red, the flesh various shades of bruising. Jennifer Madley, remembering her own cruel punishment reached out to stroke the welts, her face flushed and her mouth dry. "Does it hurt?" she asked, her fingers stopping her carressing, but reluctant to rise from his burning flesh. "No! It just feels funny," Jason groaned softly. Jennifer looked excitedly between his thighs and spied his balls half hidden by his hands, no longer hanging loose but tightening beneath his cock, and Miss Baker's cruel lessons started to return sending a jolt of excitement directly to her cunt. "Would you like me to make it better?" she asked him softly, ignoring the wide-eyed stares of the others who had come to watch. "Alright then! But please be gentle," he warned, his breath as short and as fast as the girl kneeling behind him. Their mouths hanging open, the other children eased back out of the way to give them room, and Jennifer shuffled forward until she knelt directly behind Jason's bottom. She'd never been so close to a bottom, never so close as to see the fine hairs that graced his smooth skin, nor close enough to admire how the flesh creased between his bottom and thighs to create that perfect manly curve that so often drew the eye. Jennifer, carefully stroking his flesh, found herself loving the feel, the texture, the warmth, the roundness, and the firmness of the cheeks. The cruel but beautiful lines caught her attention and her breath shortened still further. Every inch of his punished flesh was there for her to admire and relish. Once again she stroked each line, now even more delicately, watching closely as she followed the two cane marks imprinted in his bottom. Jason sobbed with new pleasures as Jennifer moved her hands to hold him by his lean hips, keeping him in place as she kissed his flesh, first on smooth untouched skin, then on bruised flesh, then upon the actual lines where the cane had fallen. The first kiss was a lingering one, as she licked her lips hoping for some flavour. Despite there being none, her thighs tensed together to quell the excitement seeping from her cunt. The second kiss lingered much longer and, lips parted, she breathed upon his cut flesh, then timidly licked it. Jason gasped and jerked, his cock once again rock hard brought on by the sensations rippling through his body. Trying to hide his arousal he half turned but saw Jennifer kneeling there, her face flushed by her excitement and with her eyes firmly fixed on his rampant cock. "Go on! You know you want to!" one of the younger boys crowed. "Yes, why don't you," a mature voice said. Startled, Jennifer, Jason and all the children turned to find Miss Park standing behind them, towering over them with a stern but sly smile. "Go on! I insist!" she told Jennifer, her eyes making sure that she fully understood the nature of the order. Gulping, Jason turned to face the girl, his cock now shrinking due to his sudden nervousness. Jennifer's bright blushes had receded a little, but she still looked excited as she shuffled forward once more to slide her fingers around his cock, licking her lips as its heat invaded her flesh. It hardened almost immediately; drooling at the tip and helping her fingers slide along the taut fleshed pole. Jason was shaking with the pleasure of having his cock stroked, but then Jennifer pulled it down slightly, enough to point to her mouth, and slid her hot little lips over it, slowly and gently taking half his cock into her mouth. Despite having already spent twice that day, Jason was caught by surprise again and almost immediately shot his seed into Jennifer's mouth, each spurt making him jerk, each jerk making the girl tighten her grip around his cock, the tightening bringing him another agony of delight. "So quickly Jason!" Miss Park sighed. "You're certainly in need of some self control lessons," she said, making a note to put him down on her list of boy's who needed her private and unhurried tuition. "I'm sorry," Jennifer, murmured, Jason's pearly seed decorating her lips and chin. ****** That afternoon, Jason joined the others in the walled garden, weeding for the most part, under the supervision of Mary the housekeeper. The gardening had been hard work at first because few of the children were used to such physical activity. However, after a while they soon adapted to all the hard work, and their young muscles started to show signs of becoming much firmer. Miss Reed made the boy's wear very tight shorts and the girl's short skirts both without underwear, not just because of the warm afternoon but because she wanted to humiliate them. Jason suspected that his shorts had been cut wrong, but he soon grew used to the tightness around his balls, and the number of times he had to adjust the material that irritated his anus. The girl's short skirts also offered an opportunity to glance at their naked charms as they bent to garden. Unfortunately, the tight shorts caused an agony of pain whenever his cock started to get hard. Despite this, his eyes were forever drawn to the squatting girl's the pain endured for the delight of seeing their exposed genitals. Under Miss Reed's supervision, there was no escaping punishment for those who didn't work hard, or for those who were just to slow to do as she told them. Jason worked hard despite the constant irritation to his anus and the restriction to his balls; as the last thing he wanted was to add to his agony with yet another caning. Dorothy wasn't so lucky. The fair-haired eleven-year-old with a pixie nose that suited her temperament was fooling around over by the fruit trees. She had been throwing fruit at the others, and quickly turning so as to pretend it wasn't her. Once or perhaps twice, she might have got away with it, but she went on and on, until finally Miss Reed saw her opportunity. "Dorothy Reynolds! Come here!" she ordered. Standing with her hands on her hips, Mary looked forward to punishing the little girl. The children stopped to watch a forlorn and nervous Dorothy make her way over to Miss Reed. They knew that her punishment would be much worse than just a spanking, and for those who had had enough of Dorothy's antics, they hoped that it would be much worse. "Undress!" Miss Reed ordered. The child began to cry as she reluctantly obeyed, and stood naked without a thought for the others who had stopped work to watch. Miss Reed, a glow of real passion in her face, stood the girl on a wall made of four rows of bricks facing towards her, then took her slender wrists and tied them over her head to an overhanging beam. The rest of the children, encouraged by Miss Reed actions slowly came forward to watch. Miss reed smiled at her attentive little audience, and put on a pair of gloves so that she could retrieve some stinging nettles from the compost. "No please! Not the nettles Miss," Dorothy begged. "Jason, Jennifer, take hold of her ankles and pull them as far apart as you can," Miss Reed ordered. Jason rushed forward and quickly took hold of one of Dorothy's ankles just as Jennifer took hold of the other, then roughly drew it towards him, forcing the suspended girl's thighs indecently wide. "Right! Hold her tight," she told Jason and Jennifer, stepping up to the girl with the nettles in her gloved hand. The next few minutes were sheer torture for Dorothy, as her mistress worried the nettles over her body. She whipped the nettles down the outsides of her thighs and then up the insides to her cunt. Breathless, she squealed and squirmed as the nettles were drawn over and then pushed directly into her pretty cunt and then on between her bottom cheeks to torture her tender anus. As Dorothy screamed, Miss Reed slowly swept the nettles over her pert little breasts making her nipples harden, then down again to her now swollen labia sending shocks of pleasure through the child. Jason stared up at her succulent little cunt, engrossed in how it had changed, the flesh now swollen, her clitoris engorged, the pink flesh turned a fiery red. "Right! Jennifer, take Dorothy to the infirmary and the rest of you get back to work," Miss Reed said, making a mental note to have the girl brought to her bedroom that night, so that Charlie and herself could take their time to really get to know the little tart. ****** It was nearly bedtime, and Jason was writing a letter home and trying to overhear the gossip in the girl's dormitory about Dorothy's recent punishment, when he was interrupted. "Come with me, Jason!" Miss Baker said, with a smile. On legs that threatened to give way, Jason followed Miss Baker to her private quarters and stared at the thick drapes covering the windows and doors, the cosy fire and the large four-poster bed. He licked his lips when he saw that Jennifer Madley was lying face down and naked on the bed with her bottom placed over several pillows. Following him into the bedroom, Miss Baker locked the door and drew the thick drape across it. "The drapes help deaden the sound!" she explained. "Listen! She said walking over to Jennifer and spanking her bottom, to prove her point. The position that Jennifer was in, with her thighs slightly parted gave him an uninterrupted view of her cunt and anus as she struggled to avoid her mistresses spanking. "Jennifer has just finished pleasuring me, haven't you?" Miss Baker told him. "Yes, Miss," Jennifer, replied. Her crying had ceased, although she still sniffled as she craned her head around to look at him while he, in turn, looked at her. So! I have decided to reward her," Miss Baker told him, smiling at the sniffling child. "Would you like to fuck her?" Miss Baker asked. Jason nodded, licking his lips at the thought of the exciting offer. "Undress then!" Miss Baker told him. His heart quickening as he did, and blushed when he saw that Jennifer was starring excitedly at his handsome cock. "Give Jennifer your cock to lick and suck first," Miss Baker ordered him, picking up a martinet and flicking it through the air. "Now! Kneel by her head," she told him. Jason obeyed, a combination of nervousness and excitement battling inside him as he crouched by the girl's head to gasp as she reached for him, dragging him down to her level so she could start to lick and suck his cock. Miss Baker laughed, kneeling behind Jennifer to whip the martinet down over her bottom. She slowly raised the martinet again and then brought it down hard causing Jennifer to squeal around the head of Jason's cock. "Now Jason! Bend over and kiss her bottom like she did yours," Miss Baker urged. His cock surged with new excitement, and he bent over the girl and brought his lips and tongue to her bottom, licking and kissing her while she slobbered and panted on his cock. "That's it!" Miss Baker said. Jason gasped and jerked as Jennifer gasped around his rampant cock as he licked and sucked on her anus, his nose picking up the sweet musk of her arousal. "Oh! You two look so lovely together," Miss Baker said. With a sly smile she pushed Jason's head aside to bring the martinet down hard across Jennifer's bottom, then caressed the girl's cunt to better judge the state of her arousal. "Right! It's time," she told him, her face flushed with her passion. Jason was pulled from the bed and Jennifer made to raise herself up onto her knees then lower her head. With her thighs now parted, the position spread her bottom and left her cunt and anus available. Jason was eager to begin, but was forced to wait while Miss Baker took some photographs. Then, allowing him to kneel behind her, she ordered him to fuck her slowly and reminding him not to spend too quickly. Jason groaned and panted fighting against the urge to thrust into her, and trying not to spend to quickly as her tight cunt quivered lovingly around his cock, and enveloped him in her moist heat. Pleased with his efforts and the photographs she'd taken, she urged him to ravish her. He did just that, thrusting back and forth with manic speed as the surge of his pleasure demanded that he fuck her harder. Jennifer squealed, her cunt soaking him with her wetness. Miss Baker gripped Jennifer's breasts, pinching her nipples so that the sudden pain would make her thrust her cunt back more urgently onto Jason's cock. Her thighs shone from her orgasm as she watched Jason grit his teeth and ravish the little tart. Jennifer's cunt tightened but was so wet it couldn't stop him from sliding out and in again, pumping her on and on, on and on, forcing him to thrust her still harder, and deeper. "That's it! Fuck her!" Miss Baker gasped, her own orgasm erupting as she reached between his thighs and squeezed his balls. "Now!" she urged. Jason thought that he was in heaven as he spent, and that it was just another wonderful day in the life of a boy at Birchwood Grange.

REASON TO BELIEVE by Schadenfreude The trucks, packed with fresh faced youths, their rifles resting on their knees, revved their engines and departed in convoy from the small town square towards the narrow mountain road which led to the German gun emplacements. The drivers were keyed up and pensive in case the tyres skidded on the muddy path, for the heavy vehicles would have no room for manoeuvre should they lose control and certain death would follow should a truck topple over the edge. There was just the one mountain path which led the 1500 feet from the top of the hill to the plateau below and where, at one point some 100 feet below the summit, a series of caves had been hollowed out of the rock to create a haven for the German field guns. There were 12 gun emplacements in all allowing nearly 120 degrees spectral cover of the flat lands below. This was adequate for any defence of the town for any attacking force had to arrive via the mountain road and behind, on the far side of the hill there were simply more crags of the Apennine range, impossible for the Allies to get to from their known military positions. Old men in their berets and women in their black veils scurried across the town square of Pontomaggiore, some casting a brief glance at the German convoy but most just anxious to avoid any involvement with their occupiers. Colonel Ernst Glauber watched them leave, in company with Lieutenant Karl-Heinz Muller, then the two of them turned back and climbed the steps of the Hotel Bellavista, the small town's only four star hotel which was now the Headquarters of the German Military. Glauber and Muller walked into the Colonel's office and sat down, Glauber immediately producing an ordnance survey map of the area showing the small town perched like a cherry on the top of a pyramid of volcanic rock. "Sir, we are running out of food and supplies," Muller said to his boss as they looked at the map, "the Luftwaffe is to attempt a supply drop tomorrow but with this winter weather and the Allied advance -" He paused as Glauber thumped the desk angrily. "Milk sops!," he shouted angrily. "The High Command is prepared to leave us here to starve. Have they no guts?" "Sir," Muller said warily, "walls have ears. Please be careful." Glauber sighed wearily. "Fuck them," he said angrily, "fuck them all!" His angry diatribe was interrupted by a knock on the door and the arrival of a staff Corporal who saluted and clicked his heels. "Colonel Glauber, Sister Isabella from the school is here with an appointment to see you." Glauber banged his forehead with his fist. "That's all I need. A bloody nun to cheer me up. Very well, Keitel, show her in." The corporal saluted and clicked his heels once more and left the room. "Karl-Heinz, we must continue after Sister Isabella has saved my soul or whatever the hell she is here for. Pray excuse me for a while." Muller grinned at his superior and hesitated at the door. "We are in dire trouble, Sir, but religious intervention?" Glauber returned the grin and waved his subordinate out of the door. Within seconds the Corporal returned, saluted smartly, and ushered in the slim figure of the nun, dressed in her full habit. Glauber looked at her for a few seconds before waving her in the direction of a chair, and his mood immediately improved. He nodded to the Corporal, who immediately left the room, and then stared once more at his visitor. She was far from the crabby old spinster he had envisaged when first informed of the request for an appointment. He had imagined some 60 year old but Sister Isabella was probably in her mid twenties with beautiful blue eyes and, as much as he could discern under the flowing habit, a very attractive figure. "Well, Sister, what can I do for you?," he asked brusquely,looking at his watch. "My time is short and I have a town to defend." The pretty face flushed and Glauber's interest went up another notch. "Colonel, I have come to appeal to you!" Glauber's face betrayed a grin. You do that all right, he thought. "The situation in the town is getting worse. There is little food to be had and we are short of medicines for the children. Some of my children have serious allergies like asthma for which we are unable to find the medicines to treat them." Glauber stared across at the young nun who flinched slightly under his angry glare. "Do you think you are telling me something I don't know, Sister," he growled. "Down there on the plains below the town the Americans are gathering in force. They have a large number of divisions ready to strike. It is only our proximity on top of this rock which has so far saved us from attack. None of us have sufficient food and medicine. We have been expecting our air force to drop supplies for days but the bad weather has prevented them. Do you think I am a miracle worker, Sister? More in your line I would have thought!" The nun blushed and bravely continued. "I realise our situation, Colonel. That's why I have come to ask you if you will release the children. Allow us to escort them, under a flag of truce, to the Americans where they can find safety, medicines and nourishment." Glauber stared at the young nun for a few seconds in amazement. "Sister, are you completely mad?" he snarled. "Release the children under a flag of truce and escort them to the Americans. By God, do you realise what you are asking? First of all any such move would indicate to the enemy the weakness of our position. Secondly, those children may well be useful to me. The civilian population is a valuable bargaining counter for the well being of my troops." Forgetting her nerves, the young nun's face darkened with anger. "You would use young children as a bargaining counter? Colonel Glauber what kind of man are you? That is against all decent civilised behaviour and -" She was silenced by Glauber's angry fist banging his desk. "Be very careful, Sister. You are treading very dangerously. Don't think your cloth and veil allow you to insult a German Officer and get away with it." The young nun blushed once more. "I apologise, Colonel," she said stiffly "but do you have no regard for the welfare of the children under your charge in this town?" "In a word, Sister - No. The children are under my control as is every other Italian citizen here. That does not mean I have to make their welfare a priority. My concern is my men. Why should I prioritise the welfare of Italian children over German soldiers? You are not even our allies anymore. I owe your people nothing!" The young nun's eyes blazed angrily but she kept her own council. Glauber felt his penis begin to stiffen. This girl was quite something when she was angry! "Surely you have children of your own, Colonel - " she began and he banged the desk once more. "Enough, Sister," he shouted angrily, "You can stop the emotional blackmail right now." She sat,silent, her face red. "Why have they sent you to plead this cause anyway?" he asked. "You are not the school Principal. Isn't it that fawning lick spittle Matteo who swore an oath of allegiance to Hitler, Mussolini and the entire Third Reich just to keep his nose clean? You don't need to answer, Sister, for it's obvious. They thought your youth and your cloth would impress me. That a pretty young nun would be able to win me over." Sister Isabella sat with her hands together, her face flushed. "Our situation is desperate, Sister, as you appear to be well informed. You will have to do a lot more to sell your argument than simply appeal to my good nature. I have none." She looked up, her big blue eyes staring into his face. "What more can I do?" she asked plaintively. Glauber stared at her impassively for a few seconds. "You can take off that bloody head-dress for a start," he replied. "Let's see if I am talking to a woman or a doll in fancy dress. I far prefer the former." Sister Isabella looked at him in shock. "Colonel, I beseech you," she said hotly,"my wimple is part of my dress. It is not permitted to -" "Religious twaddle!" he spat. "Now if you want to discuss something with me, Sister, you do it on my terms. Now remove it!" Her face red, she stared at Glauber angrily, then reached up and unfastened the clip under her chin, thus loosening the folds before easing the cloth from her head. Suddenly she looked so different. A fresh faced, dark skinned pretty girl with a short crop of hair. She looked down in confusion, the wimple clutched tightly in her small hands. "My God there IS a woman under there," Glauber chuckled "and a damn good looking one too. I bet you once had long dark hair that fell to your shoulders in ringlets, Sister Isabella, am I correct?" The young nun looked hapless, embarrassed. "Th-that is in a past life, Colonel. I do not think of these things. Please do not say these -things - to me. It is not right." Glauber chuckled, to the young nun's further discomfort. "I think there is a healthy young woman inside those robes trying hard not to get out" he said, staring at her keenly as she flushed and looked down. Suddenly she looked up at him, angry defiance in her eyes. "Please Colonel," she said proudly, her eyes flashing, "I have done as you demanded. Now will you at least discuss this as you promised." "I made no promises, Sister," he chuckled, "I simply refuse to discuss anything with a penguin - but, very well, you have heard my first reply. I am NOT allowing those children to leave the town nor do I have liberal supplies of medicines to dispense to them. However let us talk about priorities. Do you have any children who will die if drugs and medicines are not made available?" The young nun shook her head. "Not immediately Colonel. But there are four children who need medicines as a high priority. We have one child with serious asthma who needs anti inflammatory drugs and we have two others who have bad diahorroea from the poor diet we are now forced to subsist on. The other has a weeping sore on his foot which is getting worse and we have no medicines for it." Glauber sat and stared at her for a few minutes. "Very well, Sister. If you list your requirements I will investigate whether we can supply the medicines you need - just for one week. That is all I can do. Then if supplies do not arrive - " he cast his hands wide in a gesture of helplessness. Sister Isabella smiled gratefully. "That is something at least Colonel and thank you." She nodded and rose as if to leave, as Glauber watched her, a smile on his face. She was just replacing her wimple as she reached the door when he spoke. "Just a minute, Sister," he said, "we haven't yet resolved how you are going to pay for them." The young nun stopped dead and turned back to face him. "You expect the school to pay for this medicine," she said, shocked and angry, "but we have no funds and -" She was interrupted by the Colonel's loud chuckle. "I don't expect the school to pay," he grinned. "What use is Italian lire to the German Army? No I expect YOU to pay." Sister Isabella flushed red, bewildered but fearful. "I-I don't follow, Colonel. I have no -" "-no means of paying, Sister? Oh I'm sure you do. Come closer to my desk." Hesitant, full of foreboding, the young nun did as she was asked. Glauber looked her up and down for a few seconds with an expression which certainly had little to do with the sacred. "Now I'll bet you have nice legs," he said softly, his tongue running across his lips, "so show me." Sister Isabella's mouth dropped open and her face flushed crimson. "Colonel," she stuttered, "th-that is disgusting! I am a servant of God not a whore. You cannot make me do this!" Glauber chuckled. "Of course I can make you do it! I am the Commander of the German forces here. I COULD make you do anything. I COULD have my soldiers come in here and strip you naked in front of me. I COULD accuse you of treachery in suggesting collusion with the enemy. I COULD send you to the Gestapo and see what THEY make of your claims for divine representation! I wonder how long your modesty would be an issue once you were in THEIR hands!" Sister Isabella's face was as white as a sheet. "But I don't intend to do any of those things, Sister. Not even if you refuse me. I am just impressing on you that in the secular world you really should remember your place. God will doubtless redress that when we all meet up in the afterlife but until then I would urge you to be very careful." The young nun bit her lip and looked at the carpet. "No, you see I simply want a nice little distraction from this siege outside which we are inevitably going to lose, Sister - and you have provided me with a nice one. "You see I am a military commander who has no belief in God and no particular concern for a bunch of Italian brats who are suffering from the effects of malnutrition. You, on the other hand, have a real dilemma it seems to me. You are a beautiful young lady with a genuine and sincere belief in your modest calling. You also have a genuine and heartfelt concern for the lives of the children in your care. "I have given you a choice. You cling to one and you sacrifice the other. No payment, no medicines - its as simple as that. It fascinates me to see you struggle with which is the most important to you. Preserve your modesty and the children suffer. Give me what I ask and they get the medicines they need. Which is it to be?" The young nun, her eyes wide, her face flushed crimson, began to tremble. She stared in silent supplication at her tormentor, then very slowly she gathered the folds of her habit. Very, very slowly she eased the habit upwards, staring down at her feet as she did so. "Look at me, Sister." Glauber commanded, his voice soft yet brooking no refusal. Sister Isabella, reluctantly, lifted her eyes from the floor and stared into the face of the German commander, her eyes wide with shame and anger, her cheeks burning with humiliation as her habit rose higher until the bunched black cloth reached her knees, the black stockings she wore covering a pair of finely shaped calves. She paused and stared at the Colonel with contempt in her eyes as he surreptitiously adjusted his trousers beneath his desk, for his penis was now uncomfortably stiff. "Keep going!" he ordered and she gasped and stared in disbelief but his response was to make an upward motion with his hands before he sat back and waited for her to obey. Sister Isabella swallowed hard then, with trembling fingers, she inched her habit higher and higher pausing in hope as the garment slid up her thighs but he continued to urge her on until she stood, her eyes closed, her face burning crimson and the habit at the top of her thighs revealing the tops of her stockings and just a modicum of white bare flesh above. "My God," Glauber breathed, "You have beautiful legs, Sister. What a waste to keep them hidden from view. Now let's see the rest. Come on, get it up to your waist." The young nun, outraged, allowed her habit to fall back to her feet then shook her head violently. "No, Colonel, I will NOT! This is outrageous. You cannot make me display myself in this way. It is shameful, humiliating!" Glauber grinned. "So your modesty IS more important than the health of your flock. Well we soon reached the limit of your pastoral care, Sister. Very well you may go. The discussion is closed." Sister Isabella stared at him in mute horror. "Colonel you can't -" she faltered and stared at his face which showed no emotion. He simply made two gestures the first indicating that she should raise her habit then shaking his head and pointing to the door. Once more the colour rushed into the face of the young nun and her big blue eyes shone with moist tears but bravely she seized the hem of her habit and, almost as if she wanted to get it over with, she swept the garment high up her thighs, grabbing at the material until she had pulled it right up to her waist in one angry flourish. She stood still, her lovely long legs covered in the black stockings tied with a black garter to support them at the top of her thighs. Above that an inch of bare white flesh which reached the legs of the grey knickers covering her hips and loins. Glauber stared at the delights revealed before him and he could hardly swallow. His throat was dry and his hands were trembling. His cock was rock hard now inside his trousers as he stared at her, deliberately making her stand and display herself for fully two minutes before he spoke, then he was hard and deliberately coarse. "Lovely," he said "Now turn around. I want to see your arse." With a gasp of horror, Sister Isabella's face flushed once more and she opened her mouth to speak then obviously thought better of it. With an outraged glance she spun around and lifted the habit at the back so that he had a clear view of the seat of her knickers. Glauber stared in delight at the full, plump, rounded bottom cheeks thrusting against the thin material of the drab cotton underpants. It was a beautiful bottom, firm and full and he knew he would not be content until he had enjoyed this woman, conquered her completely. But there was plenty of time for that. He was enjoying this game, weakening her defences, forcing her into decisions she found intolerable, making her choose. "By God, that's a beautiful arse!" he enthused as the young nun visibly trembled. "My troops would have some fun with you, my girl!" He heard her gasp in fear and he began to laugh. "Don't worry, my dear, they won't get the chance," he said gently "now you may lower your habit and turn around." Gratefully, Sister Isabella turned back to face him. Her face was flushed and her lip was trembling with fear, anger..maybe something else? She stared at him and waited. Glauber looked up at her and smiled. "I am impressed that you seem to understand the principle of power and who wields it." he said. "Now tomorrow you will bring your list of required medicines in detail and the amounts required and I will arrange for my quarter master to see what can be arranged. You will be here in person at 11 a.m., Sister, is that understood? In person." Her lip trembled but Sister Isabella nodded her head and whispered softly 'Yes, Colonel'. He indicated the door. "You may go. 11 a.m. sharp, remember." The young nun swallowed hard, nodded and turned quickly to leave. As she reached the door, Glauber smiled and said "You really are a beautiful girl, Sister Isabella - such lovely legs. But we really must do something about your underwear. Not flattering at all! Until tomorrow, Sister." He grinned as he heard a gasp of outrage then she was gone. He sat back in his chair and laughed. Nice to leave her something to think about. Now she would spend the night in fear and wondering. He, in contrast, would go to his bedroom and dig out a gift he was to give to his mistress. Well she could wait. Sister Isabella would receive a surprise in the morning. Glauber grinned and got back to planning how to keep the Americans at bay. oOo While Colonel Ernst Glauber may have had a peaceful night, Sister Isabella lay on her small convent cot, tossing and turning, her heart pounding and her head full of thoughts. What worried her most, and inspired her sleepless supplications for forgiveness, were that some of those thoughts were perversely exciting. She felt guilty that her responses to her Mother Superior, on being asked how the meeting with the Germans had gone, had been non committal and evasive. Sister Angelica, wise old lady that she was, had warned her not to take on this task and certainly not alone but she had convinced the doubting elderly nun that her calling would be respected and she would be quite safe. If only the old lady knew what had transpired! She would never be allowed to return - yet the health of the children was paramount. She had to go through with it! Isabella tossed and turned again trying to confront her own feelings. Was it just selfless courage that told her to go back - or had part of her enjoyed the display she had given to the German Officer. Surely not! She had been compelled to do it! But why was her heart pounding with excitement every time she thought of that habit pulled as high as it would go, displaying herself shamelessly! And then the parting comment that 'we really need to do something about your underwear'. So shocking, so awful! Was he going to make her take her knickers off in front of him? Her throat was dry and she thought back eight years to when she was still Pia DiAngelo, just 16, pretty as a peach, her black hair ( as Glauber had guessed) falling in ringlets to her shoulders, her dark olive skin tanned by the sun as she worked on her father's farm. There had been the three farm boys with whom she worked during the school holidays and every day they teased flirted, cuddled and pinched her, and she laughed and joked back and enjoyed the attention. Then that one day, the attention got a little more serious when they were dumping hay into the loft and Marcello had said 'Come on, Pia, show us those lovely legs of yours'. She'd giggled coquettishly and lifted her skirts inch by inch, slowly sliding the skirt up her legs. The faces of the boys changed from giggles to sudden desire and she was flattered and excited, not seeing the danger signs. Then Marcello had said 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' and before she could answer all three boys had unfastened their trousers and she was staring at three erect penises all ready for action. She remembered how she had been dry mouthed with excitement rather than fear, and with only a little prompting, had pulled up her skirt all the way to her hips with one hand and taken down her knickers with the other. Then she'd spread her legs and shown them all they wanted to see. The boys,open mouthed, had begun to pull on their cocks as she'd gasped in amazement. What would have happened then she could only guess but, to her horror, her father had walked into the hayloft and taken in the scene. She would never forget her shame and his anger as he cuffed the two nearest boys around the head and sent all three of them haring out of the loft. Then, before she could pull up her knickers, he had taken off his thick leather trouser belt, doubled it over, grabbed her by the hair and thrown her over his knee, pulling up her skirt once more to completely bare her bottom. It had been three days before she could sit down with any comfort. It was not long after that, after a family conference, that she had been sent to the convent school in Pontomaggiore, reluctantly at first, tearful and desperate not to leave home. Yet under the tender tuition of the nuns she had calmed down, had become a sensible girl and when the opportunity to join their order availed itself, she had taken it. Her decision had come as a shock to her parents who had simply wanted her to learn values and decency but a nun for a daughter? However despite their stunned shock, she received their blessing and became Sister Isabella a fully fledged nun and a teacher at the very school where she had learned so much about growing up. Now, after the experience this very day, Sister Isabella began to feel like the 16 year old Pia DiAngelo for the first time in years. She had been excited by the effect she had on the German Colonel, just as she'd been with the three farm boys all those years ago. She'd subdued all her carnal desires for years doing God's work..and now? Eventually, tormented and ashamed, Sister Isabella fell into a restless, uneasy sleep. oOo Next morning at 11 a.m., Sister Isabella, tired and pale, arrived at the foyer of the converted hotel where, to her surprise and nervous foreboding, found herself ushered by Corporal Keitel, not to the Colonel's office, but up the staircase to where Colonel Glauber had his personal quarters. "W-why am I being taken here?" she asked fearfully and was not reassured by Keitel's leering grin. He took in the young nun's appearance and winked. "I don't ask questions, Sister. I just take orders. In you go." He knocked peremptorily on the door and almost pushed her inside. For those fleeting few seconds as she stood at the door, the young nun's throat was dry and her hands were trembling. After what he'd made her do the previous day and the parting remark about her underwear, how could she face him? She had to do it for the sake of the children. Why here in his rooms? Was he going to rape her? Would she find him naked or - she thought back to Marcello, Nico and Fabio all those years before. Then the door opened and she was ushered inside. To her considerable relief, she found herself, not in a bedroom as she'd feared, but in a small neatly ordered study where Glauber sat behind a small desk, out of uniform, in trousers and open neck shirt. "Good to see that you are punctual, Sister. Have you brought your list of medicines?" She was delighted and relieved that he was getting down to the business of the day but wondered if she should sit down. He had not invited her to do so. As if reading her mind, he looked up and smiled, producing a large box from beneath his desk and gestured for her to take it. He put the box on his desk and held out a hand for her list. "Sit down Sister. While I am reading your requirements, I want you to open the box and examine it contents." Puzzled Isabella, opened the box and looked at the contents, her face suddenly pink as she drew the garments out one by one. She coloured up at the sheer sensuality of the clothes. "Th-they are very beautiful, Colonel. A lady would look very attractive in them, I am sure," she said in some bewilderment, " but why are you showing them to me?" "Because I want to see you in them, Sister," he said quietly, his eyes never leaving her face, gauging her reactions,"I am a good judge of a lady's figure and I am pretty sure the fit will be a good one." The young nun's face turned scarlet and then her brow furrowed in anger "No, Colonel, you cannot make me do this! I am God's servant and my habit is my modest dress. I will not pander to your desires, Colonel. This is not decent!" He looked up at her, smiled, and began slowly to tear her list of requirements in half as she gasped in helpless impotent rage. "Please Colonel, I beg you -" "I thought we had agreed yesterday who had the power in this world, Sister. I think you will admit, if you can compromise your high and mighty morals and indulge me, that these are not the clothes of a street tart but some very fashionable and expensive attire. I simply wish to converse with a pretty woman teacher not one of the Pope's vassals. Now if you really want your children to get the medicines they need you will indulge me. Yes?" The young nun's eyes were brimming with tears. "This is blackmail, Colonel. It-it is outrageous. You have no right - " He stared back at her, his dark brooding eyes overpowering her and her protests died away. "That's better, Sister. Now listen to me. I can meet all the immediate needs for drugs on this list - " her eyes widened "- but there is a price to pay. Oh don't worry I won't rape you. But I am a lonely man, Sister, and one of your duties is pastoral care is it not? So I want you to come and spend an evening with me and change into those clothes, so I can enjoy the company of a beautiful and intelligent woman. That's not too much to ask is it?" The young nun felt a tightening in her throat. She was being swept into a situation that was getting out of hand. "Colonel, please," she begged, "why me? I am a nun! I cannot spend an evening with you..it's ..it's out of the question! Why am I put in this degrading position? Why must I pose for you in pretty dresses when it conflicts with my calling? Why my company? The town is full of pretty girls. You could have your pick..." "...yes I could..and I do," he interrupted her sharply, "but it pleases me to have a different kind of challenge sometimes. I could pay for girls, sure, but what a unique pleasure to barter with a young woman whose needs are selfless. You have the needs of others in mind. You are beautiful, intelligent and kind..a rare combination..and a very stimulating one. It excites me to see you fighting with your conscience in this way. Is the sacrifice of your 'moral integrity' worth it for your children? I promised you, and I will keep my word, that I will not make you to do anything against your will...except wear the clothing of my choice. But I will make a shrewd guess, Sister Isabella. You will love every minute of feeling like a woman once more. I can see it in the flush of your cheeks, the brightness in your eyes. I could see how you blushed when I told you how pretty you are. It is a long time since a man told you that I think." The young nun lowered her eyes, but the deep colour in her cheeks betrayed her. Glauber grinned. "You may not like me, or the German occupation, but you respect my power. More than that you are attracted to it..." At this point, Sister Isabella jerked her head up sharply and her mouth opened in protest, but she was stilled by the wave of his hand, "....and there is an inner conflict between the nun and the woman." He leaned across the desk and, unashamedly, gazed at her body, its secrets protected by the virginal garment of her calling. "Now I know you have school to teach but I know you are not in a closed order and not closely monitored , so I will expect you here at 5 p.m. tomorrow. Is that clear?" The young nun rose from her chair and stared at the German officer. Her face was pink and she opened her mouth to speak but instead she gritted her teeth firmly and stood trembling. "Now," Glauber said, "I have work to do. You better not fail me or those medicines you need so badly may not appear!" oOo "You seem to be off your food, Sister Isabella." the kind voice of the Mother Superior disturbed her reverie and her head shot up, her face suffused with a guilty blush. "I'm sorry, Reverend Mother, I just seem to have lost my appetite a little this week," she replied. Sister Angelica stared at her and then nodded her head sagely. "I think you have things on your mind," she said, "how are your appeals to the Germans going for the medicines the poor children need?" "Slowly, Reverend Mother, slowly," she replied not daring to look the old lady in the eye, "I have to return to see Colonel Glauber this evening." "This evening?" the old lady repeated, her eyes widening, "But what about vespers, my child? I trust your business with our occupiers will be done by then! And why this evening? I didn't like Matteo sending you there to do his dirty work in the first place. I have a good mind to insist that someone else takes on this task..I have never been happy with your involvement. You are young and it's not the task for..." "NO..." Isabella almost shouted to the old lady's astonishment, then coloured up.."I-I'm sorry, Reverend Mother, but negotiations are close to completion and I have worked hard to get the Colonel's trust.." she was blushing madly, hoping desperately the old lady would think she was simply nervous "..it would do no one any good if I were unable to meet my side of the bargain." "Bargain?" said the old lady suspiciously, "What bargain?" Realising how deeply she was sinking into a pit of double talk and deceit, Isabella offered a silent prayer for forgiveness and said "The Colonel wants to ease his soul and his conscience by unburdening some of his sins..but he will talk only to me. I have to go, Reverend Mother, I must!" The old lady stared at her for a few moments as if she could see inside the girl's soul. "Very well, Sister Isabella, but I beg you to take a great deal of care. You are young and you are fiery. Ah don't deny it, my child, you have a passionate nature which you sometimes find hard to subdue. Others have noticed it. Pray to our Lord for guidance every step of the way!" and with that the old lady got up from the table, leaving Isabella to ruminate with shame on her deception. oOo All day at school, Sister Isabella found it hard to concentrate and several times she had to apologise to her class for not hearing the answer to a question or daydreaming, a fault for which she frequently took her students gently to task. After the third such incident which raised giggles among her class of 8 year olds, she blushed furiously when little Maria Burrachina, a grin on her impish face, said "My sister is like that when she's in love...are you in love Sister Isabella?" and the class chuckled as the young nun struggled to regain her composure. "No Maria," she replied with a grin, "Nuns fall in love only with God." and made a point of focusing hard for the rest of the day, conscious that Maria's observations were closer than the child realised for Sister Isabella's distractions were certainly not prompted by the sacred! When school was over for the day at 4.30, the young nun sat at her desk for a few minutes to collect her thoughts and to try and control her nerves. She knew she was about to enter a dangerous world, one which she was unsure she could control. Yet she was horrified to realise that she was excited by the danger of this powerful man and all that he represented. She could never have explained any of this in confessional or in private conversations with Sister Angelica but something primal, of which she was deeply ashamed, was driving her on. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the school gates and down the main road to the Hotel. She felt awkward and nervous at the best of times walking into this bastion of German rule, the swastika flags flying from the rooftop , their very presence such a slap in the face for the proud town people. She paused in the courtyard and looked around to see if anyone was staring at her from the road but no, people were just going about their business as ever. She wondered, her face flushing guiltily, what the townspeople would do if they knew her purpose - to dress up in the most feminine of clothing for the delectation of the German Colonel. Maybe she would be treated as a collaborator when the war ended as soon it surely must. Maybe she would be dragged down to the town square, stripped naked and tied to a post with a sign over her head, spat at and abused by the townspeople. Left there to be sexually molested and....oh dear God..what was happening to her? The shiver of fear at the thought of such a fate was accompanied by a tingling warmth in the pit of her stomach and a moistness in the crotch of her knickers. Terribly ashamed of herself, she pushed her thoughts away and bravely walked up the steps past the soldier on duty who politely saluted her. She walked into the foyer of the building where the young corporal on duty no longer stared, expressionless and asked her business but smiled warmly and said "Good evening, Sister, the Colonel is expecting you. Come with me, please." Dutifully, she followed him up the stairs and, to her surprise and slight nervousness, they walked past the study she had visited the previous evening, down a long corridor until the corporal stopped at a heavy oak door and knocked twice. "Come!" came the sharp command from within and, choking back a gasp of fear, she opened the door and walked in, finding herself in a large meeting room. There were two plush armchairs in deep purple leather and a large matching sofa. Around the blue grey walls were paintings by Tintoretto and Titian, splendid works of Italian Renaissance with their bold colour and sensual themes. On the other side of the room by a large bay window was a intimate small dining table, laden with salad,fruits and two carafes of wine, one white one red. The Colonel, dressed in open neck shirt and slacks sat at the far end of the table. He beckoned her to the chair opposite his with a smile as the young nun stared in amazement. "I trust you are hungry, my dear," he said warmly, "for I have ordered something to begin our evening well." "Colonel, I cannot," she began haltingly, "eat in this way when the townspeople are short of food..." He stared at her and spoke slowly and evenly, but the meaning was unambiguous. "My dear Isabella," he said, his eyes glittering, "tonight you are my guest. You will not insult my hospitality by refusing my food. That would be a terrible beginning." The young nun lowered her head, then said stiffly, "Very well, Colonel, I made you a promise and I will fulfil it." "Excellent," he beamed, "I knew you would see things my way. Now let us have no further delay to our pleasant evening together." She swallowed hard at what this might mean and he pointed to a door at the far end of the room. "Through there is a bathroom, my dear, and you will find those beautiful clothes ready and waiting for you. Please do not take too long. I can hardly wait to feast my eyes on your beauty." Flushing with indignation, Isabella tried once more to object. "Please, Colonel, I beg you, do not make me do this, I -" His eyes were like coals as she shrank back under his glare. "Sister Isabella, you will do as you promised - and I want no further objections. Is that clear?" Gritting her teeth the young nun spun on her heel and walked to the adjoining door, her face crimson with anger. She pushed open the bathroom door and locked it behind her, not trusting Glauber to keep his word. The beautiful dress was hanging on a peg and the underwear and other clothing were neatly laid out on the bathroom chair. Her anger subsiding, Isabella's heart began to beat rapidly as the slim fingers caressed the silky sheen of the pale blue evening dress she was holding in her hands. It was a ridiculous item for her surroundings, designed for formal wear at a ball but,despite this, she felt a glow of pleasure to be once again caressing such a feminine garment and, almost reverently, she let it ripple through her fingers. She picked up the sheer translucent nylons of the finest quality and allowed them to slither through her fingers as she closed her eyes and just revelled in the feel of them. She placed them over the dress and took out the pale lilac suspender belt which was next in the pile. She felt her face flush red with embarrassment as she imagined this little item round her waist, the clips linked to those sheer nylons and how her legs would look as she paraded in front of the Colonel. Last of all came a little camisole with tiny pearl buttons which fastened up the front and, as Isabella desperately tried to control her trembling, a pair of sheer white lace panties of the highest quality, the like of which she could never have afforded in her wildest girlish dreams. Her fingers caressed the little buttons of the camisole, imagining the Colonel undoing them one by one to expose what lay beneath, for there was no brassiere included in the package. She placed it over the rest of the clothes and stood up. She took a deep breath and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked pale from lack of sleep but there was an excited flush in her face as she began to remove her clothes. Her heart pounding with fear, guilt, excitement the young nun stripped naked and merely the pleasure of doing that filled her with guilt. She had been taught by the nuns to undress demurely, to put on her night-dress before removing her underwear and to bathe herself in a room without mirrors, lest she fall into the sin of vanity or worse. Here, free of the constraints of the convent, she undressed quickly, praying silently for God's forgiveness as she did so. She looked up and gasped, for there were mirrors on three sides of the room and she could see herself frontally in the long mirror facing the wash-basin, the swell of her breasts in profile in the half length mirror above the benches and her back and buttocks in the third. Although she knew it was wrong she stared at her body in the facing mirror and blushed with guilty pride that, despite the years hidden from view, her breasts were still shapely and firm. She stared at her crotch, realising how thick and bushy her pubic hair had become, and made a note to trim it in the privacy of her cell. A sudden shocking thought struck her. What if the Colonel wanted to inspect her, completely naked, before she had attended to these things? She almost audibly gasped as she realised what she was doing...already fantasising over what fate might befall her and not entirely without pleasure. She quickly clasped her hands together and offered an urgent prayer. She looked at the beautiful clothes and first, almost reverently, picked up a nylon stocking. She had never expected to see anything like these again, let alone wear them. Hardly able to breathe, she put down the stocking for a moment, picked up the lilac suspender belt and stepped into it, pulling it up to her waist. Her face was bright red for wearing this and nothing more she looked like a whore...yet somehow she found that perversely exciting. She bit her lip and picked up one of the sheer nylons and began to slip it over her foot and up her leg. The feel of the soft nylon was glorious and she began to tremble as she pulled the nylon to the top of her thigh and clipped it to the belt. She did the same with the other one and then stared at herself in the mirror. Naked except for a suspender belt and her light nylons she was staggered by the transformation and couldn't take her eyes off her reflection. The dark tan of the nylons and above the pale lilac of the suspender belt only helped to focus on the area in between - her vulva and its thick foliage. The young nun's face turned a deeper shade of red as she realised that down there, between her legs, she was becoming very moist. Closing her eyes briefly in horror, she picked up the lace panties and slipped them over her feet, pulling them up carefully until the material slithered gently over the fullness of her bare bottom creating yet more sensations in her groin. Oh God forgive me, she pleaded silently, aware that the crotch of the panties was already scented in her juices. Her sexuality had been suppressed for so long that now, in this bathroom where her young body was visible whichever way she turned Sister Isabella had become Pia DiAngelo once more, shamefully excited by her own sensual feelings. Taking a deep breath she picked up the white lace camisole and slipped it over her shoulders, pulling the two soft lacy edges together and brushing against her tender breasts as she did so. She began to button up the garment, her trembling fingers conscious of the soft material against her tender nipples. She picked up the dress and gently stepped into it, his estimate of her size almost perfect, her eyes never leaving the mirror as she watched her transformation from a nun into a beautiful young woman once more. The only thing that spoiled the image was her short hair and she desperately wished for a wig so that her flowing locks could once again grace her appearance. She reddened once more and gasped in horror at how easily she had been seduced into vain thoughts. Once more she uttered a silent prayer of apology before slipping her dainty feet into the classy and expensive court shoes and standing up unsteadily, for it had been a long time and she was out of practice. They were maybe half a size too large for her and she tottered , slightly unsteadily, for a few seconds until she found her balance and then she walked to the bathroom door and rested her hand on the handle. She paused, her heart beating rapidly, and was shamefully aware that her hesitation was not due to embarrassment or anger but a sudden desire for approval. She felt, to her consternation, like a young debutante trying to make an impression, wondering if she was beautiful enough to attract men....all the things which had been schooled out of her in the previous eight years. She took a deep breath and opened the door, her face set grimly for she was not about to betray to this man any sense of pleasure. Swallowing hard, she walked back into the room where Glauber sat waiting and stood, nervous and expectantly like a young girl on a first date, as he raised his head and stared at her. His reaction was immediate and clearly genuine. His eyes widened and she saw the nervous tic in his throat as he cleared his voice. "My God," he said, almost huskily, "you are absolutely beautiful!" She tried to mask the pleasure she felt at his unreserved endorsement but she felt a tiny glow of warmth in her cheeks. "Turn around...slowly," he ordered, "all the way round" The colour rising in her cheeks, she obeyed, feeling his eyes on every part of her body. "That's it...by God you are wasted in that penguin suit!" he said, his throat hoarse, "You are a delight, my dear!" Trying hard to mask her guilty pleasure she said stiffly, "Thank you, Colonel," then added, bitterly, "Now what? I lift my dress and dance for you as your whore ?" She saw the flash of anger in his eyes but he quickly controlled himself. "Not at all. Yesterday's little exercise was an experiment on my part in priorities and you passed with flying colours. Now sit down and eat!" Feeling flushed and embarrassed she sat next to this powerful man, conscious of his greedy eyes on her full, swelling breasts. The Colonel had been right and she hated herself for it. She adored the feeling of these sensual clothes. She loved the clinging sensation of soft lace against her tender nipples, loved the soft silk panties caressing her loins, adored the beautiful blue dress that made her feel so feminine, so alive. The Colonel smiled and poured the young nun a glass of red wine. "It is a fresh young wine, from Italian vineyards, perfect as an aperitif." Politely she sipped from the glass and, as the wine slid gently down her throat, she was compelled to admit that the Colonel knew his wines. She began, unconsciously to relax. "Now," he said, "let us eat. But first tell me something. I know Isabella is your sacred name but what is your real name?" "Sister Isabella," she replied quietly, "for my old name is in the past..in my former life." "But tonight your sacred life is suspended is it not? You are dressed in a woman's clothing..soft, feminine garments that make you feel good. I know they do. Are those clothes with which Sister Isabella should be associated? Would you not be happier to shed all the luggage you carry and pick it all up again when the evening is over?" She bowed her head. He was right of course. "It is Pia," she said softly, " a simple name for a simple country girl." The Colonel laughed aloud. "Simple in her needs perhaps but not a simple girl. A beautiful and intelligent young woman." She looked down into her lap, her face pink, and he grinned to see the way she reacted to compliments. They made small talk over dinner and, as she stared into the face of the strong and dominating Colonel, it came to her suddenly that he was so like her father...strong, cruel sometimes but very male and very attractive. When the meal was over, he took her hand and escorted her to the sofa. "Do you like opera, Pia," he asked quietly,"for I have some recordings of some of the great composers you might enjoy." She nodded her head and almost unconsciously picked up yet another glass of wine which seemed to have materialised at her elbow, and began to drink. The glass was full and she had no idea how many she'd had. She knew, in the back of her mind, that she was in terrible danger but the old reckless Pia di Angelo had returned and she was enjoying the heady freedom that this evening offered. All her fear had gone and in its place was a sensual, nervous excitement. Soon the room was filled with the beauty of 'La Boheme',its flowing cadences and wilful sensuality flooding her senses until she was in a different world, her head whirling, her senses tingling as the music played and it was only when she felt a strong hand on her arm that she realised Glauber had sat down beside her. She made no effort to deflect his attention and soon she felt his hand gently moving up to her shoulder, caressing her arm softly. This was the same cruel, apparently inhuman man who had made her do such humiliating things and now she was in his power, captivated by him. She felt him move closer and his one hand went round her waist as the other moved to her cheek, stroking her face softly. "Colonel, you must not -" she began but there was no conviction in her words. He turned her head gently and kissed her softly on the lips as any resistance began to crumble away. No longer a proud young nun but a vulnerable girl lost in a web of desire, Pia responded passionately to his attentions. Dimly she was aware that his hand was undoing the zipper on her gown but she was incapable of fighting him off even had she wanted to and soon the dress had slipped off her shoulders and down to her waist. Oh God - she wanted him so badly. "Oh please -" she began, more in shame than anything as his gentle fingers began to unfasten the buttons of the lace camisole and she lay back, defeated as her firm young breasts were bared, the nipples hard and tender, then she cried out in disbelief as a nipple was suddenly covered by his warm mouth as he began to suck, gently and tenderly. She was his, she was there for the taking, a passionate vibrant young woman wanting a man. He began to reach under her dress, his hand seeking the tops of her thighs and then - BOOM!!! A giant explosion rocked the building and the walls shook. Pia shot up from the sofa, her face a picture of alarm, the effect a sobering one. She heard urgent voices in the street below and the sound of running. "Colonel, what is happening?" she gasped, suddenly aware of her deshabille, desperately pulling her dress back to cover her nakedness. "Goddam," Glauber shouted, his face a mask of fury, "the Americans are shelling the town!" "The children!," Pia shouted in terror, "I have to get to the children. I must get back!" and she turned and began to hurry back to the bathroom, stopped only by Glauber's firm hand on her dress. "You're not going anywhere," he snarled, "you are mine for the evening and you will stay here!" "Let me go!" she cried and twisted away and as she did so the dress ripped and she ran to the bathroom before Glauber could react quickly enough. She ran in to the small room before he could get off the sofa and locked the door behind her. Her heart was pounding like a steam hammer as she stared down in growing horror at her state. She was naked from the waist up, her erect tingling nipples evidence of the Colonel's ministrations and she began to cry. How could she have allowed herself, a nun wedded to Christ, to have given herself like this? For there was no hiding it, Glauber had not broken his word. He had not forced her. But the heady wine had released urges long suppressed and now she had broken all her vows. What would have happened had the sudden explosion not rocked the room? She knew her panties would soon have been off and she would have spread her legs willingly for him. She sobbed in shame and self pity as a pounding began on the bathroom door. "Open the fucking door, you bitch!" Glauber snarled angrily and she flinched in panic, his rage bringing her out of her self pitying reverie. She didn't reply but hastily stripped off all the expensive feminine clothing and hastily got dressed in her religious apparel. "Please, Colonel, I need to get back to my Sisters - they may need help..and I need to check that all the children are safe -" she cried through the door as the battering began again. She prayed that they were alone on this floor and no German soldiers could hear the row. "Bullshit, Pia," the angry shout came back, "you have broken your promise...and now I shall break mine. I will have you before you leave this room. I assume you have put your religious garb back on...well don't think your nun's habit will save you.I'm going to fuck you and you are going to enjoy every minute of it. I've never fucked a nun and ripping off those ugly knickers of yours will give me exquisite pleasure!" THe young nun cried out in shock and fear as the hammering on the door continued. There was no escape. Where could she go from here? She was trapped in this bathroom with a sexually rampant and angry man pounding on the door. She did the only thing her calling and her beliefs had taught her to do. She got down on her knees and prayed for God's forgiveness and his help. The pounding continued and then suddenly there was a deafening explosion which threw the young nun off her knees and into the corner of the bathroom, a blast so powerful that pieces of plaster began to fall from the ceiling and the door, which had been her sole protection, blew off its hinges and fell with a thud on the floor. Slightly stunned she stared at the huge hole where the door had been and gasped in fright, expecting to see Glauber's bulk framed in the doorway poised and ready to take her by force. But there was nothing...just swirls of dust through the open space that caught her throat. She staggered to her feet, coughing and spluttering, her habit covered in brick dust. Breathing hard she stumbled out of the bathroom, her hand over her face to try and block out the intrusive dust, and lurched back into the large meeting room just as the oak door leading to the corridor burst open and Lieutenant Muller and two soldiers ran in. Sister Isabella and the German soldiers both took in the scene simultaneously and the young nun cried out in horror, nearly throwing up. All the bay windows had been blown in and there was a 2 foot wide diameter hole in the one wall of the room. On the carpet, Colonel Glauber lay in a pool of ever increasing blood, the carotid artery in his neck severed by a shard of glass. The young nun lurched forward and as the two young soldiers were deputed to arrange collection of the body of their Colonel, so Lieutenant Muller gently held the young nun around the waist as she was about to fall and escorted her quickly from the room. oOo "How are you feeling, Sister?" Muller enquired as Sister Isabella looked up gratefully from the armchair in his office on the far side of the building. He had arranged for a steaming hot mug of tea to be brought in and the young nun accepted it gratefully. "I am fine, Lieutenant," she said gratefully, " and thank you for your help and kindness. But poor Colonel Glauber -" "Yes indeed," Muller replied with genuine sadness, "he was a good officer and a friend. How fortunate that you were in the cloakroom when the shell hit the wall. God does indeed move in mysterious ways!" Sister Isabella's face blushed bright red, thankful that Muller had no comprehension of what had transpired. "Tomorrow you will receive the drugs you need, Sister," he said quietly, "I will send a vehicle with them to the school in the morning. After that, you will have no further problems. I have already made contact with the Americans and announced our surrender. There will be no more shelling. The Americans will be here later tomorrow. We cannot fight such superior odds and we are simply putting our troops and your townspeople at risk for no reward." The young nun's eyes lit up with delight, though she was careful not to exult too much in the German defeat. "But what about you, Lieutenant, surely your High Command in Berlin - ?" He smiled wanly, "- will be furious, Sister. And if they could get their hands on me I would probably be shot. But I am a soldier not a political fanatic and I trust that the Americans will lock me up until this war is over and then hopefully, my beloved country can make a new start." She put her hand on his arm gratefully. "I for one will tell them how courteously you have treated me and the children in my care." she said softly, "now I must leave and see to my Sisters and the children." Sister Isabella walked out of the hotel, a new spring in her step, a brightness in her eyes and a feeling of vibrant life. God did indeed move in mysterious ways...and maybe, as she thought back with excitement to the way her body had reacted to Glauber's firm and demanding touch..the Devil too!

Title: El Torero: Chapter 4 Keywords: MMf, Mf, FF, rape, oral Author: F-Star Summary: Leilani tries to avoid the awkwardness of hanging around a previous paramour and seeks new cocks to satisfy her. If you have any questions, comments, insults or other feedback to this or any of my other stories; feel free to leave me a message at http://www.asstr.org/~F-Star/feedback.html ****************************************** The mid morning sun poured through my eyelashes. The first breaths of my day wheezed through a throat thoroughly stretched by the previous evening. I tried to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth, but weakness only permitted me to drool on Tabitha's head. Tabitha's head, which was buried in my chest. Her contented breathing sputtered in my cleavage, and I was inclined to let her sleep. She had obviously stumbled back to her own bed from the lawn chair she'd passed out in the night before and was too drunk to care that I was already occupying it. She was also naked. I didn't remember how that happened. I was naked too, but that I remembered. The bedroom door was cracked open, and one of Tabitha's nails had dug into my hip that pinned it to the bed. As adorable as her burbling was, it was time to end this unsolicited cuddle. I yanked my arm out from under Tabitha's head, and she awoke with a wheeze. Wh-what? Oh, hi Leila, she mumbled sheepishly before noticing our shame. What the hell happened, Leila? Did we... Did we what? I mean, did we... do you remember last night? Like, what happened? All too well, I grunted, thinking more about the vomit splattered wall than my furious deepthroat of Tabitha's cousin Marco. Oh. Ok good. That's good. Good good good. You're on my arm. I was not on her arm. Her arm was just fast asleep from having been smothered beneath me all night. Tabitha batted her useless stump against the mattress. Oh shit, she groaned, did I make this mess? Tabitha poked at the crusted effluence at the foot of the bed. You may be a sloppy drunk, but that present was left by The door swung open, and Janine bounded in with her hands pressed over her eyes. She appeared to have recovered completely after spending a night with her head in the toilet, and was already dressed for the day in a loose fitting white tank top and khaki ruffle skirt. She stopped with a jump as Tabitha and I scrambled to cover ourselves. Hi guys! I heard you talking and assumed nothing was going on anymore. There was never anything going on, I grunted. Really?! Janine threw her hands down with a bight smile. Her face snapped to embarrassment when she saw our nudity, and she recovered her face Sorry sorry sorry! She peeked through her fingers anyway. Janine continued, So now that you're awake, Marco and I were hoping we could get something to eat. You don't seem to have any food in your kitchen, Tabs. Yeah, I eat out a lot. I can tell. Anyway, my car is still broken so I was hoping you could take us somewhere maybe? I'd love to, but I don't think the three of you will fit on my handlebars, Tabitha said. Maybe Leila will drive us to campus. I promised Marco a tour anyway. Awesome! Janine shrieked. We can kill a bird with two stones! She skipped back through the door. I'm ready whenever you are! I tried to roll my eyes at Tabitha, but she was already busy dressing her self. I slumped back on the bed and heard her stifle a small laugh. ******* By a miracle, my car started. Sitting overnight must have settled enough juice in the battery for one final ignition. The Prelude was cramped with 4 people, especially with the massive Marco crunched in behind me. This was a new situation for me. I'd given plenty of blowjobs before, but I'd never stuck around till morning, and I'd certainly never seen the guy again. It was awkward to say the least, and though I'd avoided prolonged eye contact with Marco all morning, I could still feel his blue eyes boring into me. I'd dressed down, just a gray fitted T-shirt and red nylon running shorts. My hair was unkempt, and I hadn't bothered to shower after working up a tremendous sweat the night before. I wasn't looking to impress anyone, certainly not the guy who'd just cheated on the girl sitting next to him. So you two went to school together? Janine asked from the back seat. For three years, Tabitha said. We were close as kittens until I graduated last year. How close? Close enough that she was my date to senior prom. Really?! Janine grabbed the back of Tabitha's head rest and pulled herself flush. As friends, of course, Tabitha said. Janine relaxed in her seat. Neither of us had dates so why not. It was fun. We got each other corsages and everything. You two didn't have dates? Janine asked incredulously. Marco broke his silence. Yeah Leila, I find it hard to believe that a beautiful girl like you didn't have a throng of guys begging for a chance. Checking the review mirror, I saw his girlfriend, Janine, didn't seem to register his flattery. Well, Tabitha started, I had the incredible foresight to break up with my boyfriend 6 days before prom, and Leila had developed something of a reputation. She'd already turned every guy in school down twice. Oh did she...? Janine simpered. I'm just picky I guess, I grumbled. I really didn't want to discuss my sex life in present company. So, once you find the right guy, you'll never let him go, right? Marco said, leaning over my shoulder. His knee bumped my hand as I reached for the gear shift. I need the stick. I said flatly. He backed off. I spent the rest of the trip in silence while Janine and Tabitha giggled about prom dresses and joked about slow dances and who got to be prom king. I parked in the garage, and the four of us walked to the student center. ...and that's the psychology building where my closetI mean office, is. Tabitha gestured to a near by building as part of her tour. How does a 19 year old get an office? Janine asked, tugging Tabitha's arm to get her attention. Well, I spent most summers in high school doing dual credit work for college. Between that and AP classes I'm already a senior. Wow, so you're a genius? You're gonna be like, a brain surgeon or something, right? More like a research psychologist. Though maybe your idea is better. Let me take a look in your head. Tabitha reached down to the petite blonde and grabbed at her skull. As the two giggled through their slap fight I felt something sliding up my skirt. I slapped Marco's hand away for the third time that day. Subtlety was not necessary as Janine could not have been less interested in her boyfriend at the moment. When I felt his breath on my ear I wheeled in front of the group. So... about that food, I shouted over the din of the other girls' horseplay. There's a pizza place in here. Tabitha gestured to the student center a few paces away. We all bought slices, and I hurried to a spot in a corner booth. I waved my hands at Tabitha, trying to get her to take the space beside me, but she was too busy trying to balance her tray on Janine's head, and Marco took the outside seat, pinning me in. Hi gorgeous. Marco kissed the back of my neck as I turned away from him. I balled my fist between myself and the wall. A knot rose in my throat. His hand slid under my shirt onto the small of my back. I cocked my arm and whirled back toward him. Only the sound of girls' laughter stayed my hand. Oh my god! I made it like half way, Tabs! Janine glowed as Tabitha removed the tray from her head. I'm as surprised as you are, Tabitha grinned and sat down, completely oblivious to my agitation. I ate in silence. Wow, I totally forgot what I got! Janine blurted out. I don't even know what this is.. Olives and cucumber? Janey, you said you wanted vegetarian, Tabitha reminded her, to maintain your pretty figure. I did didn't I? But now I'm looking at your bacon and pineapple and I kinda want some. Tabitha smiled and and lifted her slice to Janine's mouth which she nibbled like a baby bird. While they laughed, I felt Marco's hips bump mine as he scooted closer. I continued to hold my tongue. I didn't want to embarrass Tabitha or ruin Janine and Marco's relationship. Tabitha returned her pizza to her own mouth, dropping a hunk of pineapple that stuck to her collar bone. I hadn't noticed her low neckline before now. Janine leaned in slowly with tongue extended to grab the fruit. Tabitha shoved her head away, and the laughter and slap fighting started up again. Marco once more took liberties with the on lookers distracted and slid a hand across my lap. I shot to my feet, knocking the table and spilling Janine's drink into her lap. I left a paltry sorry behind as I tore myself out of the tight booth. I caught the fleeting sensation of Marco's hardening manhood against my shorts before sprinting to the bathroom. I stood at the sink and wiped black tears from my eyes. The previous day's mascara ran down my nose. I heard someone's hand on the bathroom door, so I slipped into a stall to keep my privacy. Before I could close the latch behind me, a large hand forced its way through. I've been waiting for this all morning, Marco said, barging through the door. He pinned me up against the wall. I froze in terror as he began to fondle my ass and suck on my neck. What the hell do you think you're doing?! I shouted. He backed off. Huh? Oh you want to get right to it. Sorry. You're too horny for me! Marco fumbled with his belt. What?! No! Get out of here! But this place is perfect, baby. You were so excited at the table. I know you're ready to finish what we started. He put both hands on my waistband and pulled down. Before it could move an inch I punched Marco on the ear. Are you stupid?! I shouted while Marco grimaced and held his head. What have I done today to make you think I even wanted to talk to you, much less have sex with you? God damn girl, you are fucking insane. How can you drop all those hints and then get pissed when I try to show you a good time? What hints?! Oh come on. You've been so coy all day. When a cock fiend like you says things like, 'I want the stick'. How the fuck am I supposed to take it? How about literally? I barked and reached for the door. Marco blocked my exit, standing straight up again. He seemed even larger now, and my fear was much more real. Leila. He put a hand on my outstretched arm. You know you want me. You were throwing yourself at me 10 hours ago. You wanted me so badly you came just from sucking my dick. That was the best sex I ever had, and we didn't even have sex. How can we share something so awesome, but now you don't even want to look at me? I yanked my arm away. I try not to date pushy assholes. Especially if they have a girlfriend. Hey, I love Janine but I can't go back to her. Not now. Not knowing how much better I could have it. She thinks we're getting married! I don't want to fake orgasms for the rest of my life. I want you, and I know you want my dick I ignored him and reached for the door. Once more, Marco blocked my exit. You don't want to open your mouth? he snarled. Fine. A whore doesn't need to talk Marco dropped his already loosened pants to the floor, and his flaccid penis spilled out. I lunged for the door, driving a shoulder into his chest. The 100 pound weight disadvantage made my effort futile. A muscular arm lassoed me by the neck and crushed it against the stall with his shoulder. A sweaty palm smothered me. His off hand grabbed my wrist ,and with every effort I made to struggle, he wrenched my arm further. There was no space between us, and I could feel his ravenous breath on the back of my neck and hear his grunts as he ground his prick against my stomach. His limp dick quickly hardened but remained trapped between us and pointed straight downward. My struggle was token by then but still present, and my attempts to knee his groin prevented him from making any space between our hips. He released my hand and snapped the waistband of my thong and shorts out just far enough for his rod to slide downward, under my clothes and against my vulva. As he bobbed, his cock head scraped my clit and peeled across the surface my labia. Restricted breathing had rendered me half conscious and my screams exited as mere whimpers. He grunted with every manic hump, bouncing like a puppy on an old shoe. He clawed my neck line and ripped my t-shirt in two with a single swipe. My oxygen deprived legs collapsed, and I fell sideways, smashing my head into the stall door. Marco caught me before I hit the ground, his hands groping my breasts. Are you alright in there? a voice inquired from outside. At the sound of this unknown voice, Marco bolted straight up. He gave me a panicked stare as his face washed pale, and the reality of his crime overtook him. I regained my breath and reached for the latch. Marco grabbed my hand again, but relented to my menacing glare, knowing his only chance for salvation was my mercy. I hurried out of the student center head down without even responding to my savior. On my way out of the building, I looked up long enough to see that Tabitha and Janine had left. My sundered T-shirt flapped in the breeze that chilled my tear-stained cheeks. I checked over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't followed. Marco was smart enough to have given up, but did see plenty of students gawking at my exposed body. The embarrassment was unbearable. My throat closed. My chest heaved. I choked back a new volley of tears. Even though he hadn't gotten what he wanted, the emotional trauma was still palpable. All the terror of the moment flowed back into me. I was out of control again. I cried. I cried for only a moment before the tears turned angry. I couldn't press charges; I wouldn't put myself through an investigation like that or risk getting my auntmy legal guardianin trouble and losing my independent living arrangement. I fumed. I supinated my palms in front of me and clenched at the air. I felt the wetness in my panties, a vile adulteration of Marco's lubrication and my own coerced liquids, and screamed. I felt so powerless. I felt so naked. I needed company, and I needed control. So I found it. Passing in front of the dorms I saw a skinny freshman waiting in the courtyard. I tied the two halves of my shirt together into a bikini and wiped the tears from my face. I took a deep breath and approached. Hi, I'm going to suck your cock. The brown haired teenager pulled music buds from his ears. I'm sorry, what did you say? Alright broski, lets roll! Another kid with dyed blond hair and a more muscular build had emerged from the double doors of the dormitory. Yeah just a second, the first boy yelled. He turned back to me. So what's up? I was just saying that I would really love to suck your cock. Right now. I took a step closer and raised on my toes so that my cleavage was nearly under his nose, really... really... badly. He stared at me dumbfounded, and I licked my lips. I gripped the band of his athletic shorts and led him back into the building Whoa bro, what's going on here? I thought we were going to the gym!? his muscular friend whined. Uhh, change of plans. I gotta do this thing. the skinny student said as we passed. So what? I gotta get my swell on all alone? I stopped. Still within arm's length of the meat head, I reached back and grabbed the strap of his backpack, pulling him into me. I think you'll both get a much better swell if you come with me. I squeezed between them led them inside by their hips. Seriously, bro? I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or his friend because he was staring straight into my cleavage. They were both caught off guard, but despite nervous glances and awkward silence, they were easily herded into the elevator and up to their dorm room. On the way they introduced themselves. Their names were instantly forgotten. The skinny guy unlocked the door, and I nudged them inside. I closed the door behind me and threw my ad hoc bikini in a corner. Oh shit bro you see those? Man I told you you'd get all the pussy if you roomed with me. The meat head held up his hand for an unreciprocated high five. The skinny guy was too entranced by my rack to notice. I pushed the blond onto the cot sized dorm bed and embraced his skinny roommate, locking him in an aggressive kiss. His clumsy hands floated above my skin, even now afraid to offend me. Without breaking our kiss I dug through his shorts and retrieved his already stone hard dick, giving it long upward strokes and pinching the head between each set of fingers as they passed. The blond stood up, putting his hands on my hips. As he leaned in I shoved him back on the bed. Wait your turn. Damn bro, alright. It's cool. I'm chillaxed. I resumed my kiss. The skinny brunet's tongue was stiff on my lips. I lassoed it with my own and led the inexperienced member with languid strokes around my mouth, pausing to lick his lips and allow his moans to escape. Pre-cum pooled at the top of my fist, and I felt him rising onto his toes, trying to drive his dick even faster through my grip. I pulled the shaft out straight and banged my hips against the head. With each thrust the brunet yelped, and on the fourth he skipped a breath, catching it with an incoherent grunt. After barely a minute of attention, his dick was already on the edge. I stepped back and left him to hyperventilate. He remained in place, eyes fixed on the ceiling, unaware that I had even moved. On second thought, I think he needs to wait, I said, turning back to the bedside and the blond. His pants were waiting around his ankles. I dropped to my knees. That's what I'm talking about, bro! In my peripheral vision, I caught the skinny guy reaching for his cock. I swatted his hands away. I told you to wait. The blond laughed. Oh shit bro! No she di I slapped a hand over Jersey Shore's face and dropped my mouth to his cock. As I flicked my tongue about his frenulum, he began to suck my index finger. His sensitive tongue recalled my own oral fixation, and I felt the first sweet tingles in my lap. I also felt droplets of warm liquid splattering on my knee. The skinny brunet could not wait for me. Unnghhh ohhh ohhh, fuck, Ohhhhhh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean tUghhhhh, sorry he panted. I ignored his embarrassment and pulled my hand from the blond's mouth to snatch his dick. I didn't care that he came on me. My only annoyance was that it had interrupted my wonderful finger massage. Oh my god bro. Did you just do that? Seriously bro I cant b I slapped my other hand across the meat head's face. He dutifully sucked my pacifier once again. Mmmmm, much better. I caressed the brunet's freshly juiced member and worked the still oozing cum into the skin. I gave the head a salty kiss before returning my mouth to the blond. He, meanwhile, had moved from suckling one finger to giving my entire entire hand a tongue bath. One by one, he took each digit into his mouth and then released it with a pop. He tickled my palm with laps of his tongue. He moaned around my fingers, sending delightful vibrations through my hand. I had never been quite so distracted during a blowjob. I found myself forgetting about the penis in front of me and imagined that I was sucking my own fingers. For his part, the blond guy seemed equally disinterested in my efforts, focusing his attention entirely on making love to my hand. He now massaged my hand with both of his, pinching and rolling each knuckle before kneading the palm with his thumbs. A finger brushed the length of my pinky. I smothered my squeal with his cock. It was impossible to concentrate on my efforts as they were constantly interrupted by excited breaths. I gyrated my hips, sliding my legs against each other. The blond only grew more earnest in his efforts. He planted kisses up to my wrist. My fingers were pruned by now, and globs of saliva spilled onto my head. My erratic breathing made continued oral stimulation impossible. I laid my swimming head sideways against his body, and it lolled on top of his cock. He pumped my fingers into his mouth. My wet thighs rocked with every thrust. Spit dripped onto my ear. His cock rubbed on my cheek. The world grew pale, and I closed my eyes. Electric pulses shot from my fingers to my gut. I whimpered in his lap. My jaw dropped, and a tiny screech escaped. I buried my mouth into his thigh, muffling further screams. My hips jerked forward in orgasmic spasm half a dozen times before I slumped to the floor, leaning against the blond's leg. See that broski? That shit was poppin'. Damn, was all the skinny brunet could manage. After my collapse, I found myself still clutching the brunet's turgid pole. I pulled myself back to my knees. Both guys stood in front of me. I grabbed both cocks and began to stroke them, lubricating the brunet with his continued discharge and the blond with the combination of our saliva left in his lap. Neither was a stunning specimen, but I now found myself quite enamored with the modestly endowed blond. With green eyes upturned, I slurped the glans while tugging on his scrotum. Now able to give him my full attention, his enjoyment was evident. We locked eyes in a smoldering stare, and I gave his shaft a vulgar kiss before flicking my tongue into the slit of his glans. Oh shit. Oh... His rosy face bent down, and he pulled my mouth to his. The kiss was long for such an awkward position, and I pumped his love handle as furiously as he strained to keep our lips locked. Ahhh, he gasped as we were finally torn apart. I dove onto his staff, easily taking the majority. With sputtering bobs I sucked. His head bobbed with mine, and approving murmurs floated through my head. Something more tangible also prodded my ear. Another penis brushed my cheek, and I realized that my opposite hand had been motionless for the past few minutes. Now the lust starved brunet was pleading with his cock for attention. I'd never given two blowjobs at once, and my coordination was lacking. I stood up, still holding both dicks. Lie on the bed, I ordered. The blond jumped onto the skinny mattress with a smile. You too, I directed the brunet. He hesitated. Uhhh I... I don't think we can both fit... I mean... we'll be like rubbing together together and That's why you put your head at the other end. He eased himself onto the bed and took a seated position scrunched against the wall at the foot of the bed. Relax. Make yourself comfortable. I grabbed his ankles and pulled them to his roommates hips. He recoiled in protest. Whoa, I don't think I want to get that... I mean I'm not gay, you know I'm sure you aren't, but if you don't get closer, I won't be able to reach you, and you'll have to sit and watch. He inched down the bed. The blond grew impatient. Come on bro, don't be such a fag. He snatched his hesitant roommate by the ankles and swept them up to his shoulders. Both guys winced as their scrotums collided. Grinning at this enthusiasm, I knelt at the bedside between them. Once again I gripped each stalk. They were so close now that my knuckles ground together with every stroke. I put both shafts together and milked them with interlocked hands. The brunet shot up at this dick-to-dick contact, but his roommate remained completely unconcerned, relaxing with arms akimbo behind his head. The skinny one started to object, but finding no one to commiserate with, resigned himself and slumped back to the mattress. His hands covered his face. Whether it was in shame or fear I couldn't tell. I worked the cocks against each other, flicking the ridges of their heads together and squeezing the turgid flesh. The blond's breaths were shallow, and I could see his diaphragm caving into his ribs. His skin splotched red. It was time to drive him over the edge. I bent over the hydra. Two dicks, while alone quite average and easily consumed, presented a real challenge to my oral skills. Their combined girth was far greater than anything I had ever inserted. I manually drew my jaw open to accommodate their dual heads. I was also unable to create a vacuum with distended lips so I brought my fist flush to my mouth. I sucked deeply, varying the pressure amid sporadic slurps caused by my imperfect suction. My jaw relaxed, and I took them further, taking great care that teeth only lightly brushed across their sensitive skins. With deliberate strokes my wet lips slid up and down the shafts, drawing them deeper with every pump. Soon their joined mass was flying through my mouth, and both guys were lifting their hips trying to get more of my sopping hole. My spit and their pre-cum spilled into a puddle between their bodies. Oh. Oh. Ohfuckshitbro, UNGH! UNGH! The blond screamed with each shot, and my mouth was clogged with the muscular blond's thick discharge. The copious fluid filled every free space in the cavity, but as he relaxed I did not release him. I continued my torrid pace. Sperm spurt through gaps in the dam of my lips. Some I swallowed by accident, while some rushed into my septum and leaked from my nostrils. My own pleading moans escaped with the liquid as the two pulsing members squished together. The brunet was huffing loudly, turning his own shade of pink and seemingly unaware that his dick was now bathing in his roommate's ejaculate. His fingers curled against the sheets. His neck muscles wrenched as he strained for release. I'm cumming! Ahhh... I disgorged their meat just in time to avoid his load, unleashing a torrent of mixed juices that coated their members and settled in a pool between them. The brunet sprayed a single burst of clear liquid into the air before his cock calmed to a steady ooze. Both of their pelvises were drenched with various sticky fluids, and both shafts wilted into their common effluence. I stood. Neither guy joined me. Hey... I wrote a fake number on a pad by a laptop, and wiped my chin off with a nearby towel. Thanks guys, I bent down and kissed them each on the forehead. I almost left the dorm room without a shirt on before snatching one from a basket of hopefully clean laundry. You don't mind if I borrow this, right? There was no response. Once out the door I regretted my choice of clothing. I'd clearly grabbed from the meat head's bin and now found myself in an extra small shirt that read: COLT OF PERSONALITY, whatever that was supposed to mean. All I knew was that the tight fabric he'd chosen to accentuate his pecs was doing a fine job on my own. I was probably better off in my bra rather than having this skirt hanging off my bulbous chest, mashing them into unnatural shapes. My tits billowed up to the neck hole. I'd never had cleavage in a boy's t-shirt before. I checked my phone. Several texts from Tabitha. She had taken Janine to her office to find her some clothes to replace the skirt I'd ruined earlier. There was also a text from Janine; who knows how she had gotten my number? It said: hi :) . Looking up, I found that I'd already walked several blocks in a daze and was across the street from the psychology building. I squeezed through the heavy wooden double doors and gamboled up five flights of stairs, wearing a content smile as memories of my earlier handiwork played in my mind. I wrenched a flaking brass door handle and entered the Teachers' Assistants section. There was a handful of students in the central area poking through text books lazing through Facebook profiles. I circumnavigated the room passing myriad foyers themselves each filled with multiple cramped teacher's assistant offices. At the back corner of the room I found foyer F. Tabitha's name was on the center door. It was closed, but through the frosted glass I could hear Tabitha mumbling. I waltzed through the door and immediately slammed it shut again to conceal Janine's half naked body draped over the small wooden desk that occupied the majority of the tiny office. She gave me an upside down wave and then silently shushed me with a finger. She didn't have to tell me to be quiet; I was struck dumb by the bob of red hair peaking out form across the table. Janine tried to suppress a giggle. I hear laughing. Is I ducked behind the desk. laughing a good noise? Tabitha asked. Janine crunched forward, leaving me alone in my hiding spot. It's great! Kissing noises. You're doing great. Just try your best! Many more kissing noises. Janine flopped back to my side of the table with a sigh. Her head dangled less than a foot from my own and her left arm splayed over my shoulder. I was barely shielded by the two dimensional foot guard on the back of the desk and couldn't scoot even an inch to escape. Janine's drooping fingers crawled into my cleavage. I turned away to shield myself, and she bit a mouthful of my hair. Ow! Sorry. Tabitha said. Janine flushed with repressed laughter. Her rolled up tank top now fell over her face, and she wriggled out of it. A rose-cheeked Janine smiled and twiddled her nipples as she enjoyed Tabitha's efforts. A squish. A kiss. The patter of saliva dripping on aluminum. The guttural flutter of a tongue across wet skin. Janine cooed. A kiss. A moan. Wet hands squeaking across lacquered wood. The buzz of a trumpeter's embouchure. Ooooooo! Janine shot forward. More kissing. Now I know that was a good noise, Tabitha said. The girls giggled and kissed some more. Janine remained crunched forward as the sounds of sex returned. Alone again, the awkwardness of the situation diminished. I felt happy for Tabitha. I hadn't seen her in any sort of relationship since high school and it was nice to know that she was enjoying herself, no matter the circumstances. I leaned against the desk and tried not to bother them. Like watching a crying baby finally sleep, the last thing I wanted to do was disturb her. While I was busy not interrupting, a tiny hand was busy grabbing a clump of my hair. I could either scream or follow it, so I allowed Janine to lead me over the desk. There I saw her holding my best friend's head against her pussy. It was a bizarre sight. Even after Janine let go I couldn't look away. The shirtless Tabitha was buried in Janine's lap. Her mouth engulfed the tiny blonde's vulva. Tabitha moaned over Janine's mound as her cheeks pumped with the enthusiasm of Tabitha's tongue. Janine took deliberate breaths, and with one hand raked Tabitha's red curls over her love spattered glasses Her other hand grabbed my breast. I tried to swat it away but she'd hooked the bra material and was pulling it away. I ripped away. The cup of my bra slipped and a massive melon was allowed to float freely beneath my too tight shirt. I shrunk to a squat, once again fearing detection. Hmmm? Tabitha inquired. Janine sat forward and I heard them stand. That was awesome, Tabs! Really? But you... you didn't cum, did you? I'm sorry. I'm... really bad at this. Tabitha said breathlessly. A long silence was followed by the light smack of lips releasing. It's OK. It's your first time. You'll get lots of practice. Giggles. More kissing. Plastic clacking on wood. Tabitha's glasses dropped in my lap. She bent over the table chasing them. Oh sweet god! She screamed and toppled over the desk. Hi... Uh, you dropped these? How long ha... she sucked in a skittering breath. How long have you been there?! Just a minute or two. You looked like you were having fun so I didn't want to disturb you. Well, she started as Janine pulled her back upright, I was. She was. Her entire chest above the her bra was bright red. Patches of sheen glimmered between her thighs below her skirt. I could see her rapid pulse in the muscles of her crimson neck. Her breathing was stuttered, and sweat dripped from her brow. I should give you guys a minute, Janine said. Tabitha grabbed Janine's arm and pulled her back. No... No. Janey I'm gonna burst. You gotta... Please. Tabitha's eyes welled. Janine gave a depraved giggle and slapped her hand under Tabitha's skirt. Owwwoooooooo... Tabitha's yelp faded to a moan and then to a gasp as Janine fondled her pussy. Oh wow, you are ready aren't you. Now it was awkward again. I tried to sneak out the door, but on cracking it, found a crowd of people had assembled in the lobby and were packed into the foyer and against the office door. With a clear line of sight to the whole room, even an attempt to squeeze out would draw dozens of stares. I turned my back to the frosted glass to provide the girls as much privacy as was possible with me standing 5 feet away. Janine sat in an office chair with her head up Tabitha's skirt. From her seat on the desk's edge Tabitha turned to me. Sorry. she whispered. Tabitha's skirt whipped up an down as wet growls emanated from it. Tabitha reclined and was folded over the desk with dangling arms as Janine had been, gasping for air with mouth agape. I was transfixed by the rhythmic heaving of her lithe frame, her eyes fastened. I had never thought of her as a beautiful girl, but now in her element, the awkward red head's every writhe seemed graceful, and she glowed with a sensual warmth. Her gasps were now audible wispy squeals. She opened her eyes and caught me staring. Her look seemed almost apologetic. Her lips wobbled as if trying to speak, but no words came. Ahhhh! Tabitha howled and fastened her eyes again. Janine was standing and pumped a hand under Tabitha's skirt. I was going to ask how that feels but I think I know. Tabitha's contented squeals morphed into distressed whines. Her once relaxed arms contorted and searched. Her gentle fingers clawed at the skin of her neck and chest. The mashing of wet meat and Tabitha's cries were the only sounds in the cramped office. The latter noise vanished. Tabitha's eyes screamed open. Her feet jumped onto the desk from where they had hung. She pounded her hands against the carpet, lifting herself into a bridge. Higher and higher she silently wrenched her self before crumpling into a pile in front of the desk. I dove forward, catching her skull before it smashed the ground. As her head lay in my lap I could feel spasms rocking her. Her shallow pants were barely audible, and her red face now tinged purple. Ahhhhh, Tabitha gasped, drawing her first proper breath in almost a minute. Sprinting around the table, Janine tripped over a garbage can and toppled to the carpet beside me. She crawled over to Tabitha and cradled her face. Oh my god Tabs are you OK? Tabitha responded by snatching Janine's head and kissing her deeply. They made out in my lap for some time, dripping spit onto my crotch. Ok... I think that's about enough of that. I said, pushing their heads to the floor. The fall did not discourage them, and the two girls squirmed on the carpet in sweet embrace. Janine's hand surveyed Tabitha's body, eventually digging beneath her bra and freeing a wild breast. OK OK OK OK. Stop stop stop, Tabitha said, sitting up. We can continue this later, I hope. Leila, I don't think needs to see any more. I don't know. I think Leila was enjoying herself. They stood in front of each other. But not as much as I was. I hope your first time was everything you expected. They hugged. Everything. Janine parted with a kiss on Tabitha's cheek. Tabitha slipped behind her desk to dress and Janine did the same right in front of me. I'm sorry Leila. I don't want you to be mad at me, Janine said. Mad...? Don't hide it. I know we shared something last night, but that was just a thing. I hope we can stay friends. For Tabitha. The only thing we shared was the contents of your stomach. Janine gave me a pitying glance and a pat on the cheek. I gotta catch up with someone, Tabs. I'll see you tonight. Janine opened the door and pinched my ass. You're hot, but you're not as much fun as Tabs. The door shut leaving Tabitha and me in silence. She rifled through drawers. Do you... do you see my panties? Right here. I hooked a red thong with my sandle and flipped it to Tabitha. These are Janine's. Where are mine? Knowing her? She's wearing them. The only question is whether she knows it or not. Tabitha laughed sweetly to herself and slipped the panties beneath her skirt. It doesn't matter to me. Hey Tabby, I'm really sorry about this whole thing I didn't mean to get in the way. No! Tabitha raced around the desk and grappled me. No, I'm sorry. I know you liked her, and I shouldn't have had sex with her but 'Like' her? I think you have the wrong idea... about a lot of things. But she said the two of you stayed up all night licking She stayed up all night puking her guts out. I'm surprised she even has enough brain cells left to be wrong. Tabitha. I don't like girls. If I did, there's no way Janine would have beaten me to you. I kissed Tabitha on the forehead. She smiled. Really? Not at all? No! I was crammed in this closet with two hot girls eating pussy while one of them groped me mercilessly. No one who is attracted to girls could just sit here and watch that. Yeah, I kinda thought you were going to jump in. Did you want me to jump in? No. I mean, not any more. Leila I figured out you weren't interested in me a long time ago. 'A long time ago'? Tabby how come you never told me you were a dyke? Hey! We don't like being called that, at least, I don't think we do. I don't know much about being a lesbian. I didn't even admit it to myself until last year. At prom. Oh... so we didn't just go as friends then. Leila, I broke up with my boyfriend of 2 years. Yeah I know. Darrel was pretty pissed about getting dumped 6 days before prom. Five days. I asked you first. I didn't even know I was a lesbian because I wasn't attracted to girls, just you. I can't believe you couldn't tell! Well, you definitely enjoyed the slow dances more than I did. But I mean, you were always the squeezy feely type anyway With you. But I figured it out that night after prom when we shared that bottle of wine on my parents' bed. Even drunk as a hobo you still didn't want anything to do with me. It took me a while to get over you, but when I did, I saw there was a whole world of hot chicks waiting for me. I don't really remember much of that night. But I never led you on! I never meant to hurt you. Well... you never wanted a boyfriend. You never talked about guys. You almost seemed disgusted every time someone asked you out. Pretty much everyone at school thought you were a lesbian. My best friend is not supposed to listen to rumors like those. Wishful thinking, I guess. Tabitha perked up. But enough about scorned lovers, what did you do all day? Oh, the usual. Had some pizza; sucked some dick. Tabitha laughed and then gasped, grabbing my arm. Oh my god Leila. Where did you get this bruise? This whole time I thought you were wearing a watch or something. There was a dark purple ligature on my wrist. I couldn't remember how it happened. Did Janine grab it? Was one of those two dorks too rough with me? Gradually it came back. I could feel bruises on my head and back. I could feel the bathroom wall. I could feel the fear. Tabby... I threw myself into her chest and sobbed.

Title: Spreading The Word Author: Tony Tiger <[email protected]> Summary: (religion, sharing, inc) _______________________________________________________________________ WARNING: If you are too seriously attached to Christianity you may be offended by elements of this story. If that is the case then you are probably sinning by reading this type of story anyway and need to get forgiven in whichever way your denomination recognizes. Glenna had a mission in life. She spread the Word of Salvation as the Director of The Outreach To Men Ministry of the Living Word Missionary Bible Evangelical Church. This story is how she learned to happily spread her legs as a way of spreading the Word. Sort of "Jism For Jesus". The story actually started a generation earlier. The little independent church was the only one in the tiny town deep in the Ozarks. It was more a social center for the area than a spiritual one. There were about 50 serious members and an indeterminate number of folks who wouldn't make a committment (get immersed or pledge their tithe) but attended irregularly and put a few bucks in the collection basket. It was noticed that they rarely missed a potluck. Glenna's momma Opal was a real hillbilly woman. Tough as nails but quite a few cards short of a full deck. After 3 boys and a girl she hadn't hit 30 yet. She was a faithful member of the little church. It was about the only option of any interest in the small community. She was one of the most regular attendees at services and Bible study. Her husband was one of the least. One Wednesday, at the end of Bible study she asked to have a word with the minister. He was the only source for personal advice she had access to. She explained that her husband hardly ever "cleaved unto her" any more. Sex had never been real interesting or fulfilling but she knew it was important in a marriage. Her worry was that he might be sinning with some of the harlots in town. She had heard that a couple of wives of the guys that hung out at the bar would fuck anybody for a few dollars or a jug of shine. They had very little cash money and she didn't want it to be wasted that way. When Reverend Gerald Oliver Duncan (he always felt that his initials had determined his calling) heard that it might be a marital sex issue, his 50 year old pecker perked up. He had taken over this ministry a less than a year earlier when the previous pastor had very suddenly taken another position in a bigger city. The timing was the hand of God at work since Rev Gerald had just been removed from his prior ministry when too many parents discovered that their teenage daughters were receiving "love offerings" and "horizontal prayer sesions" after youth activities. His wife was not unaware of his "blessings for the (female) flock" but felt she had little choice but to endure. He wanted a lot more fucking than she did anyway. She cut him off at menopause when her interest went to zero. He still got Christmas cards from many wives in the previous congregation who he had provided marriage counseling to. They always included pictures of their children. He knew that some were the result of their improved sex lives with their husbands and a few were more direct consequences of his "therapy". No one regretted it, he was pleased to recall. The Rev was in a dry spell so even though Opal was no beauty, she wasn't ugly or fat or have bad teeth. She had a pussy and that is what he needed. He sympathised and praised her and arranged that she would stay after Bible study each week for some personal counseling. She was pleased and reassured. The next Wednesday they retreated to his office and she was seated on the couch (which was actually a fold out bed). He sat next to her and began asking pretty personal questions. She got uncomfortable since folks didn't talk about such things except sometimes among womenfolk. He expected that and reassured her that he had helped many wives and these were important things for him to know. He explained that after years of the same thing people often look for something new. If she ate cornbread and beans every day she would start thinking about hamburgers or something. She could understand that. He further explained that he needed to know what they did in bed now so he could suggest how to make it better. He asked how often they had sex (once a month maybe), what positions they used (she only knew of missionary), how long did it last (about 5 minutes), and what about the act felt good to her (nothing special except the closeness). Was she a virgin when she married? (no, a cousin had cleaved to her a few times about a year before the wedding. She had been lucky she didn't catch). Rev Gerald held her hands and they prayed for God's wisdom and knowledge to flow into her to resurrect her marriage and bring His love into their marital bed. The Rev had a well practiced plan to deliver that love. The next week he explained that the best answer was to make her loving much more attractive to her husband than any other woman could offer. She would be "steak" while they would be "hamburger". Plus he wouldn't have to sneak around or have money to enjoy it. He showed her the Christmas card pictures of smiling wives and said that he had counseled all of them. They were all smiling and that is how she wanted to feel. Next he showed her a well worn copy of "Loving God's Way, A Christian Guide To Sex". He said that this book was prepared by religious scholars for just such situations as hers. Many women do not learn the glories of love that God had provided for them. The book was full of Bible quotations. She was a very poor reader so they sat close together and started at the beginning. He put his arm around her and had her turn the pages. She loved the tenderness which she had rarely felt. The first chapter explained that sex was a gift from God. If done for loving and good reasons it was a sacrament that made men and women closer to Him. Our bodies were temples of the Spirit so we should keep them clean and beautiful. Gerald stopped and asked Opal to stand in front of him and turn around slowly. He then said he had to inspect the "temple" and asked her to remove her clothes. She balked and he said there was nothing wrong with doing that since it was for a good reason just like the book said. She didn't know how to argue with such a learned man of God so shyly stripped. He asked her to turn around again. She was pretty lean from hard work. Her belly bulged a bit and her tits sagged from nursing four children but she looked good enough to make his dick swell. He praised her somewhat excessively but said there were some things she could do to be more attractive to her husband. After she dressed he referred her to a local woman who could do her hair better and help her with some simple makeup. He also advised her about attractive nightwear to look for at the thrift shop. If she wasn't successful there the church fund might spring for a WalMart purchase. She felt better about herself having another man say good things about her body. The cousin had only pulled her pants down before banging her from behind and her husband never commented about her body. She felt the Spirit growing in her and held her head up higher as her looks improved. The next week it was back to the book. The next chapter was about anatomy and biology. Since it was so matter of fact and used medical terms she didn't mind that it was a man reading it to her. Her schooling never got as far as biology class so this was very interesting. Now she had some understanding about why things like her periods and her husband's ejaculations happened. She wanted to borrow the book but the Rev said he needed it and she could review it with him again if she wanted to. The Rev was very pleased with the way his counseling program was working, as it often had in the past. Now he had an image of her body to jack off to. The third week was when it got real interesting. The subject matter was now "doing it". This was a critical part of the seduction which determined if he got laid or not. The chapter focussed on the importance of foreplay; the ways that the temple was made ready. The book explained how much more important this was for women because men were easily made ready for the holy union. Opal nodded agreement from her own experience. There were line drawings and verbal explanations but she didn't seem to grasp some of the ideas. The Rev said, "I guess the best way is to show you. I have been married for many more years than you and have learned about these things." As expected, Opal protested that she couldn't do "these things" with him. Rev Gerald reminded her that the book and the Bible said that sex was not sinful if done for good reasons. Saving her marriage was the best reason there was, so it was OK. He was only doing this to help her and her husband. She thought about it for a few minutes and had to agree with the Bible. She took off her blouse and bra while the Rev took off his shirt. They practiced tongue kissing and caressing their upper bodies. When he began caressing and sucking her tits she began moaning. He told her, "Sister Opal,the Holy Spirit of love is surely increasing within you." His skills brought her to a rarely attained orgasm. She cried "Oh Lord! Oh my God! Sweet Jesus!" and other such spiritual appreciations. She was dizzy with the unexpected pleasure and kissed her tutor after she dressed and prepared to leave. "Thank you. I am learning so much. See you next week." Her reserve had been broken through and they quickly progressed through manual and then oral stimulation. Her husband had demanded blow jobs but never did her in return so she was amazed at the pleasure her cunt could get. By now she had lost most of her inhibitions or reservations and was fully invested in "improving her marriage" and "welcoming the Spirit". Gerald would carefully use phrases like "Oh, I'm entering the gates of heeven!" and "My rod and my staff shall comfort thee" and "Thank you Lord for your gifts". They were soon worshipping in a variety of positions and she dutifully reported each week what she had tried with her husband since last Wednesday. He had responded quite well to her better looks and her new delights. He was suspicious but didn't want to cut off the best sex he had ever had. She was better than the whores he had tried and he had some guilt to work through. The Rev finally completed her "counseling" when another wife in the congregation needed his time. Opal was very appreciative even though she was now expecting. She came by occasionally during her pregnancy with questions that required a horizontal answer. The baby girl was named Glenna which Opal thought was the name of the good witch in the Wizard of Oz. It was actually "Glinda" but spelling wasn't her strength. As Glenna grew up she was smarter and a lot better looking than Opal's other kids. The smarter was relative but Reverend was intelligent and good looking and Opal figured she was a "love child" from God and the Rev was His messenger. When Glenna approached puberty her legal father told her brothers that they had better keep their peckers away from her or they would have to sit down to pee for the rest of their lives. If they wanted to fuck somebody maybe their oldest sister would be interested. Glenna was beautiful in face and figure so Opal had serious talks with her about sex and how God wanted her to save her body for her husband. Now Glenna knew about her sister fucking her brothers and a few of the neighbor men too. She asked her momma about that and was told that God had a better calling for her than to be a slut. She stayed a virgin but did herself a lot when she heard her sister getting banged in the next room, which happened pretty often. Rodney would become Glenna's husband. His story is interesting too. When he was 15, the previous minister's wife noticed how he frequently stared at her in Sunday School. Julia was in her late twenties and had been married for seven years. She wanted a baby but it never happened. Her godly husband was a lousy lover and not very interested in such wordly pleasures. This frustrated the hell out of her since she liked sex. While she was getting her teaching degree she had several lovers and appreciated a good fuck. She had practically lived with her boyfriend during senior year. Her naive husband wouldn't "sin" during their engagement and she easily faked her virginity on their wedding night. At first he wanted her body fairly often but with little foreplay followed by quick ejaculations. He rejected her attempts to add variety to their couplings. Nowdays she just created her own orgasms and cried about it. Rodney always went by "Rod" because that was more masculine. He liked the phallic implications too. He was a big 16 year old country boy so his male parts were proportionally bigger than average and he knew it. So did an older cousin who enjoyed them when her husband was out of town on business once a month. She felt "safer" if Rod stayed with her. That isn't all she felt! When Julia decided to act, she wasn't shy. Rod was in her Sunday school class so she asked him about his school grades. He replied that he was "gettin by". She told him that he was better than that and she would speak to his parents about tutoring him after school. He immediately saw the opportunity to be alone with her and said he would tell his parents. They all spoke at church and were appreciative that "the teacher lady" would help their son. Rod went to the preacher's house three days a week after school. It wasn't too long before there were four "R"s being taught: Readin, Ritin, Rithmatic, and Rolling in bed. There was no need for a religious context as both were very horny. The subject matter quickly became more advanced as the student eagerly absorbed everything his teacher suggested. Some of the congregation, as well as her husband, noticed her improved spirits which she credited to a new "tonic" she had found. He rarely had sex with her or he might have noticed that her tonic was being injected, not swallowed. Rod's school grades also improved but not nearly as rapidly as his sex skills. Julia knew how to motivate the boy so she explained to him that getting better grades would help him make more money and find better pussy. He adjusted his educational and life goals. Julia's husband volunteered for a three month mision trip and asked Rod to help Julia in his absence, not realizing how much help she was already getting. Rod and Julia could now spend extended times screwing on Saturdays. She had never used birth control since her wedding because she wanted a child. Since she hadn't "caught" for so mnny years she thought she must be barren so banged her boy helper whenever she could. She missed her period just before her husband returned from his trip and the doctor confirmed that she was with child. This was a joy and a sorrow. She gave neither man the news right away. She was thrilled to have a baby but knew that all the town women always counted backwards by nine when a baby was born. Her husband had changed as well. He was now more interested in her body when they got in bed, did some different things and didn't just dump after a few strokes and go to sleep. Two weeks after he returned they had just finished a pretty good Sunday afternoon screw when Julia told him she was pregnant. His instant joy quickly turned to worry as the facts sank in. He wasn't stupid and asked, "Who is the father". She answered, "I can't tell you." He didn't know how to take that. Did it mean she wouldn't tell or didn't know. His mind was reeling but his dick was getting hard again, which Julia noticed with amazement. She quickly continued, "After wanting a baby for so long, please consider it a gift from God." As she guided him into her cheating cunt for the first "seconds" of their marriage, she asked softly, "Is there anything you need to tell me?" He stopped his humping and began to cry, pleading, "I can forgive your sins if you can forgive mine." He had missed Julia so was easy prey for an older widowed lady preacher on the mission. It was she that taught him the new things his wife had noticed. "I like what she has taught you so maybe we both need to thank God for His many blessings!" The subjects were never brought up again and the marriage was more fulfilling for both. The reverend understood Julia's concern about the birth timing and was able to find an assistant minister position in a bigger city. It paid more and there was health coverage too. They gave notice and left before Julia's belly had swollen noticeably. That is what brought Rev GOD to this little town. Rod had taken all of Julia's instruction to heart. He got good grades and took a job delivering groceries and prescriptions in a larger town nearby. This put him in regular contact with a variety of both housewives and single women at their homes. He was a charmer and it didn't take long before he was getting tipped with twat. When he graduated he decided to start a delivery company for businesses that did not want to do it themselves. He got some financing from the grocery and drug stores he had worked for who were glad to outsource. It didn't take long for him to have a nice income plus lots of sex, sometimes two and three willing pussies in one day. He didn't bother dating. When one of the single women "customers" got way too possessive and another one had a pregnancy scare, he decided that boffing only married women was the safest. They were motivated to avoid detection and if they got pregnant he wouldn't have child support. There was one wife who surprised him by saying her husband knew all about it and liked sloppy seconds. Would he come over for dinner some night and let her husband watch them screw? His adultery had always been in secret so he was surprised but very curious. She convinced him with her cunt and a written invitation from her husband. He arrived at their apartment a bit nervous. The husband greeted him warmly and offered a beer. Quite experienced with "first time" concerns he opened with, "My wife tells me how much she enjoys your cock. She really likes having two at once and I think you will like it too. I know you haven't done this before so she wants to take you in the bedroom to get you relaxed before dinner." Rod had been in her bed quite a few times but never with her husband listening in the next room. She got his cock's attention and Rod only realized that her husband was watching after dumping a big cum load inside. She rolled Rod off her and for the first time he saw a woman being fucked live. He was hard again before the husband finished and she pulled Rod in for the first fresh sloppy seconds of his life. They ate dinner in the nude and went back to the bedroom for repeated courses of dessert. Rod staggered out to go home and sleep. He was invited over about once a month in addition to his other deliveries to her box. In visiting with them he found out that she had two other men she regularly did threesomes with and this had been going on for several three years. Her husband explained that they started when he discovered how stories about the sex she had before they were married turned him on. It made her even more sexy and the thoughts that his dick was getting in where others had been just stirred up a kind of jealousy that made him want to fuck her better than anyone else had. She loved his desire for her, of course, and when the stories got old they decided to make new ones. This kind of thinking was new to Rod but he quickly picked up on it as he screwed her and the other married women. He thought about their husbands fucking them and asked for details as he filled their adulterous snatches. He encouraged them to get laid soon before he made a delivery (both kinds). They loved the "seconds" too. Rod still went to church regularly. Since he wasn't screwing any of the local women, was prosperous, and had good manners, he was respected in the community. He was still a bachelor (why buy a book when you can go to the library) who watched Glenna grow up. She was by far the prettiest girl in the community and had a momma who watched over her like the Secret Service, so was probably a virgin. When she reached sixteen his attraction to her was so strong that he asked her Pa if he could take her to a church dance. He had used every opportunity to visit with her at church and even went to Wednesday Bible study from time to time because he knew she would be there and it would look good to her folks and her. Even though he was more than twice Glenna's age, her momma and pappa thought that would be a good "catch" for their daughter. It was time for her to be hitched and pregnant. Opal never forgot how good an older man had been between her legs, and figured Glenna needed that, so she encouraged the relationship. He was clean and mannerly and had his own business. What more could a girl want for a husband? They began seeing more and more of each other. Rod was exceedingly polite and when Glenna shyly offered a chaste kiss he acted innocently thrilled. They got engaged with a wedding date two months hence. Momma Opal stopped Rod after Bible study one night and asked to talk to him, so they sat on the church steps. She opened with, "I figger that by now you've been with a woman (Yes) but ever with a virgin (No). I want you to counsel with Reverend Gerald then. He knows about such things. I will help Glenna know what to expect on your wedding night so you will have good loving." Rod said he would do whatever she wanted. What Opal REALLY wanted was to "Praise the Lord" on her back with this good looking man who was much closer to her age than her daughter's, but knew better. So she did the next best thing and arranged a counseling session with the still virile pastor. He wasn't looking for any new women to "save" these days since there was a substantial flock who just needed tending to. Opal figured he probably knew about virgins. After enjoying his familiar love offering she had two requests. She explained that he needed to talk to Rod about how to treat a virgin and she wanted to borrow his Christian sex book to educate Glenna. The horny preacher offered to do that and she playfully hit him. "No you won't!" The preacher and Rod had a good long talk over a few beers and each got a better appreciation of each other. Rod was better than most of the men in the congregation so the Rev marked him to become a deacon. Glenna was shown some things by her mother that she had never thought of, but of course not the "hands on" kind of teaching Opal had received. Two weeks before the wedding her mother broke her hymen with a hairbrush handle so there wouldn't be any pain on her wedding night. She had told Rod what she was going to do so he wouldn't think Glenna wasn't really pure. The wedding was nice with mostly townspeople and family in the wedding. The couple that Rod was still having 3somes with attended and the wife emphatically congratulated the bride on what a good man she was getting. The naive young woman didn't read between the lines. She was in bliss. After a potluck church dinner they drove for three hours to the biggest city Glenna had ever seen. They stayed at a Comfort Suites with a swimming pool and breakfast bar. This luxurious place is where she got naked with a man for the first time in her life since growing up. She was prepared enough to respond well to Rod's careful overtures and had a small climax from the foreplay even before taking his rod inside her. Thanks to her wise mother it was pleasure from the start. Her husband stimulated her well and she had a full blown orgasm the first time she was screwed. All her pent up female urgings got him laid again before they went to a nearby chain restaurant, which she loved. It was wonderful to be waited on like that. Another new experience was the indoor pool. They had to go shopping for suits and Rod insisted she buy a nice and pretty small bikini. Her body was every bit as terrific as he had surmised. She was definitely the best looking woman he had ever bedded. It took serious urging to get her to wear the new suit in the hotel pool but she acquiesced to her husband's orders, like a good Christian wife, and they both got turned on by the other men and boys ogling her. She fucked HIS brains out when they got back to the room. They saw the sights and fucked and ate out and fucked and went swimming and fucked. Rod had a tiger who was now ready to try anything he suggested. After three nights they returned to settle her into his small house. She had coffee with her momma and just glowed telling about all the new things she had experienced. Opal had to directly question her about sex and she made it clear that she liked that best of all. Momma reminded her that the book they had studied said it was a gift from God and whetever she did for her husband for loving reasons was not a sin. Glenna nodded in agreement. A few of the women who had experienced marital counseling from GOD began to talk to each other and found much common ground. One by one others joined an informal group of alumnii until it numbered about a half dozen. They would meet from time to time at the cafe and visit, using biblical code phrases from their counseling as code in case anyone else overheard. It was like a secret language. They gradually compared their experiences and revealed how it had affected their marriages. Four of the women had become pregnant and one of the other children resembled the Rev like Glenna did. All of them still had followup sessions with their sexual mentor from time to time. He had a bigger cock and better technique than any of their husbands. They were now very careful with birth control too. After a year of enthusiastic effort Glenna's belly still wasn't swelling. Rod had reduced the number of "special deliveries" he made and usually did them in the morning in order to be recovered for his return home where he expected to be fucked before dinner. After the pregnancy scare that he had a few years ago, Rod had chosen a vasectomy but had never disclosed it to Glenna. He wasn't as anxious to have children underfoot as she was. He had learned to appreciate wife sharing from the delivery couple and was feeling the mating pressure of his horny young housewife so he devised a plan. The first step involved the town doctor who was an old high school buddy of his. Quite a few times they had double dated and swapped girls in the old camper van they owned for just such activities. Doc owed him a favor for getting set up with a couple of Rod's hornier delivery customers a while back. Rod took Glenna for a check up and after a lot of impressive tests the doctor implanted a hormone capsule that he suggested would affect her fertility. While not a lie because it was really a contraceptive, she didn't question such an expert and assumed it would be what she wanted. Another six months went by without the pee stick changing color. The doctor had explained that an egg could drop at any time so that made every fuck a possible breeding experience for her. Time for step two of the plan. Back to the doctor for some more tests where it was "discovered" that Rod was not ejaculating sperm. Glenna was crushed. Rod suggested that they counsel with Rev GOD who had been so helpful to her mother. During this time Rod had become one of four deacons. During planning sessions augmented by plenty of Jack Daniels "spirits", Rod had tapped the old man's ego and got him boasting about all the pussy he had "saved". He retained a shred of ethics in his drunkenness and didn't name names although Rod figured out who a few of the women might be. Rod explained that he needed the man's help in a spiritual matter and detailed the desire of Glenna to have a child and his inability to fertilize her. He was thinking that another source of sperm was needed but his religious wife would not like artificial methods. Was there a way her principles could allow sex with another man? As Rod well knew from their inebriated conversations, the old man suggested that making sex a religious experience often opened the legs of the most pious woman. He figured thet down deep inside they wanted to fuck around like most men, but had to justify it somehow. He would be happy to counsel the young wife. Rod asked if the Rev wanted to be the first to "bless" her. He was stunned when the grey haired man said, "I can't do that. I'm her father. She was conceived on the couch where you are sitting." Rod was speechless. After a while he managed, "What?" "Opal was one of my first after I moved here. Can't you see how much better Glenna is than her siblings?" Glenna and Rod met with Rev GOD. As she sat down on the aforementioned couch the two men glanced at each other. The smooth preacher started the conversation, "I understand you want to bring little gifts from God into your life." "Yes." "And there is a problem with your husband that is keeping that great joy from happening." "Yes." Standing up, and putting a hand on each of their heads, he droned on for a while invoking God's wisdom and guidance and love in this important matter. Rod was getting bored but Glenna kept squeezing his hand so he knew she was eating it up. The Rev said that he would pray on it and they should come back tomorrow evening to see if God had given him any answers. Glenna was giddy and Rod got very little sleep and had to cancel the lunchtime threesome with the city couple. His cock was worn out. The next evening Glenna was ready to go a half hour early. She anxiously inquired about any divine messages. The preacher again laid on hands and said that he had received instructions from above. She was not the Virgin Mary so she must receive sperm from a man to conceive. It could not be just any man but one who was of good character, filled with the Lord, and in the service of Jesus. Glenna opened her eyes with a worried look, "But that is adultery!" "My dear daughter in Christ (Rod almost choked on that one), do you remember the book that your momma shared with you before your marriage? It said that sex for a good reason is not sinful. If your husband knows and accepts what you do how can it be wrong? You two go home and make peace with God's wishes." Logic was not her strong suit so by the time she got home she had accepted the commandment. Her big concern was how her husband would accept another man "knowing" his wife. Rod was ready for that one. He gently explained that although she was a virgin he was not and that is why he knew so much about pleasuring her. What he had done with other women did not make him love her less, but actually more because, she was more loving than they were. The act of coupling with another man would only be to receive their seed and not the act of love that they performed together. He would be alright with it because it was what she needed to make her life complete. The next night the minister explained he could not provide seed because he was too old (wink to Rod). However he would help them identify good men who could help. He would discreetly check with the other three deacons first since they shared the same spiritual background. Now with a person to attach to the impregnating penis, Glenna protested, "Oh no! I couldn't ever face them again!" Rod thought, "You dont have to face them, just screw them!" The reverend continued, "I will swear them to secrecy on the Bible, but the seeding could happen in with the lights out so they and you would not know." That reassured the young woman who was actually getting an itch in her loins from the idea. Rod spoke up, "We must pray on this so will give you our answer on Sunday. Please see if there are any volunteers to do God's work." They prayed for the next couple of days. A lot of it was on her back, or side, or hands and knees. While Glenna was secretly aroused thinking of another penis and sperm invading her, she protested and questioned, thinking it was what a wife should do. Rod reassured her that she had given him her virginity and no one else could ever have that. He knew he would be the only one in her heart even if he was not the only one in her vagina. He did some role acting as they fucked so she could imagine what it might be like to accept another man. He noticed her orgasms nearly ripped his pecker off. On Sunday Glenna bashfully told GOD that she would do as he suggested. Since the time of her greatest fertility could not be predicted now it was decided to have her seeded every other day for two weeks. All three deacons had quickly volunteered to contribute to this holy mission. Their wives only knew it was a special church project. The wives of all the deacon's had received the Rev's best marital counseling, so he knew them well and that the husbands would be up to the task. He picked the biggest and the best to begin with Glenna. Rod had the idea that blindfolds would be better than a completely darkened room. He would be present to hold her hand and be part of the fertilizing. This gave a little extra thrill to the wife who was feeling a bit naughty about this by now. On the appointed night Glenna and Rod were ensconced in the minister's office on the same fold-out bed where Glenna had been conceived. The lights were low and Glenna was blindfolded having removed only her lower garments. Rod was by her side, his rod fully extended in his pants. The reverend brought in the blindfolded sperm donor. He was naked and his pecker was a bit bigger than Rod's, duly noted. The man was guided to kneel between Glenna's spread legs and her hand led to grasp her second male organ. She shuddered and then pulled the staff of life into her tunnel of love. She tried to hide the orgasm that hit her when the new dick was only half way inside. This was not supposed to be for her pleasure. Rod noticed, of course, and squeezed her other hand. The penetration was completed and stroking began in earnest. Even under the limitations of the situation it didn't take long for the donor deacon to thrust deeply and deliver his love juice. Glenna spasmed several times when the hot liquid erupted inside her. The sperm donor, his task completed, was led out of the room by Rod who returned, dropped his pants and rammed his erection into the still blindfolded woman. He'd slipped into plenty of fresh fucked pussy before, but this time it was HIS wife! She bit his shoulder to keep from shrieking out loud as he shot his spermless semen into her depths. It was done. Glenna had taken the big step from which there was no returning. Later, at home, she was alternately scared by her powerful reaction to the strange cock and hornier than hell. She repeatedly wanted Rod inside her now non-monogamous cunt for reassurance that he still desired her and to quell the fire that had been lit. Two nights later she lay trembling in the bed again with her eyes covered and her legs spread. The ritual was reenacted but, unbeknownst to her, it was another deacon. The next time it was the remaining one. She didn't realize the difference for a while since her arousal overrode her attention to detail. At the end of the two weeks she was fucking Rod when she asked an odd question. "When you made love to other women did they feel different than I do now?" "Yes. Why do you wonder?" "Well when the deacon was putting his seed in me it felt different each time. Why would it be like that?" Pushing his cock deeply in her and kissing her gently he explained, "the reverend and I decided that your chances were better if it wasn't all the same sperm in you each time and that way we wouldn't ever know which one seeded you either." She shook with an erotic thrill as she exclaimed, "So I have been bred with three men! Why didn't you tell me?" "We thought you would be too anxious. It was not unpleasant with any of them, I could see." Glenna stared at her husband, "You could tell that their penises gave me pleasure? Is that sinful?" "God made that pleasure for us so it seems pretty natural that you would. I wasn't upset...I was happy for you. And scientists say that a woman's orgasm helps her better receive the seed into her womb so I guess it is best if you do. You always have more for me later." Glenna continued, "I like that you make love to me soon after. Does it bother you that there is other seed in there when you enter me?" "Oh my dear, it makes me love you even more. It is a woman's special blessed ability to receive seed from men so you are only fulfilling God's plan. It makes you even more desirable to me." She fell asleep greatly reassured. The attempts at impregnantion continued sporadically for a number of months until Glenna complained. "It must be me that is barren," she cried to Rod and the Rev. "It is not working." By now the blindfolds had been discontinued so everybody knew who was fucking who. She WAS enjoying it more and more. It was speculated that perhaps because the seedings were happening at the church office and were so planned that it just wasn't natural enough for God to let her womb be quickened. It would also be beneficial that she be fully aroused since orgasms helped the seed on their journey. Since their house was outside of town and not visible from the road, her sperm donors could visit her in her marital bed. That sounded good to her since she was often home alone during the day. Her semen suppliers would call before they could stop by to deliver God's gift, or two if they felt especialy inspired, to be sure she was not already occupied. That worked pretty well. The hot wife got some entertainment, occasionally more than once a day, and Rod would come home to a happy wife who still gave him all the pussy he wanted. She found that she didn't mind that he wasn't watching because she could cut loose without wondering if Rod would think she was enjoying the religious experience TOO much. Glenna was getting to know the deacons in every sense of the word and was thrilled with how much they appreciated the blessing of sharing her voluptuous body. They were all in their 40s and 50s and had never expected to fuck such a beauty. It was extremely easy for them to say things like "You are such an angel!", "I must be in heaven!", and "Oh Lord I give you thanks for your blessings!" as they dipped their wicks in the honeypot. As much as she enjoyed the company and the cocks of her church helpers, after six month of no results she said they had to look at another plan. Back to the doctor. Rod was now ready to acquiesce to her need for a baby so the doctor said that he would try something else. He removed the birth control implant and started monthly saline injections. The deacon visits were put on hold and they talked to Rod's brother and wife. The brother had fathered eight kids among three women so he could do the job if anyone could. It would keep the child "in the family" too. When Glenna was ovulating the brother would spend the fertile nights with her while Rod kept his brother's wife company. That had happened plenty before Rod was married so no big deal. It only took two cycles before Glenna "took". She made sure by having the brother visit at other times too...he had a real nice cock even if it wasn't known to be her most fertile time. Once she was confirmed pregnant she insisted that the brother and the deacons stop by to feel God's miracle from the inside as well as the outside as her belly grew. Her tits got even more magnificent. Rod enjoyed the baby boy more than he thought he would. Glenna was so busy mothering that her sex drive slowed down enough that Rod could keep up with her and his prime customers. Because her baby's father "should be accorded some parental rights", the brothers' resumed family horizontal prayer gatherings when the new baby was about three months old. There was a new brother the next year with a birthday within a week of the first baby. The helpful doctor suggested tying her tubes and all parties agreed. With her family in place and part-time child care available by trading with her sister-in-law, Glenna had a yearning to do more of God's work. The lovely young mother had discovered, during her attempts with the deacons to receive the "gift of life from God", that praying done when they were intimately joined in body helped them both become closer to the Holy Spirit. The deacons reported that their marriages had become much stronger (a well-laid man can put up with a wife much better). Rod and the Rev had praised her sharing of love to the other men and said she had a gift to improve the personal and spiritual lives of others (primarily male). Rod had always been so pleased when he watched or was told about the love sharings that he needed some for himself. The fact that she got a great deal of physical and emotional satisfaction had a big influence on her desire to continue this activity. Prayerful consideration with the minister and the deacons led to the decision to create a special ministry for her. Since the Rev usually ministered to the women of the congregation, she would do much the same with men in need. She had completed high school pretty successfully so was given a basic book on counseling. The Rev helped her read and understand it. She was so sexy and he knew very well how hot she was so usually got hard during their sessions. It was very helpful for his pecker if his next appointment was some intimate marital counseling. He kept reinforcing the concept that her body was a "Vessel of God's Goodness" and that any time she willingly shared it with a soul (or cock) in need it was a blessing, not a sin. Of course, as he knew, this fit very well with the strong need to fuck that she had inherited from him. She was eager to enjoy hard cocks and spurting semen and mostly needed a good justification for the ones that weren't attached to her husband. GOD would be the gatekeeper and determine who would receive her ministering. Since Rod and his brother had taught her from their considerable experience, she was quite skilled in the bedroom arts. By now she understood that counseling often included spreading her legs. The husbands of wives who were in marital counseling might benefit by learning how to "pray" better with their spouses. Widowers, or older formerly married men who suffered from depression from lack of companionship, might need solace. Prospective church members who made large initial and ongoing offerings to the church could receive her instruction in advanced forms of prayer. Even the doctor who had pulled two babies from her cunt got real religious so he could make regular checkups of her vaginal wellness. The special counseling room at the church was hers in the morning and the Rev used it in the afternoon when she would take over child care from her SIL. She wanted always to be ready to welcome her husband home fresh and sexy even if she had several counselees that day. Her ministry flourished, as you would certainly expect. The Rev sat in on her sessions from time to time, as spiritual advisor to offer guidance of course, but mostly to get vicarious pleasure from watching what he could not directly enjoy. He had also had a vasectomy years ago for very practical reasons. One morning, when Glenna's second appointment canceled suddenly, he was sitting next to her on the freshly changed bed. She wore only a very thin garment as her prayer robe and when she gave him a hug and kiss his hand reflexively went to her bountiful breast. She had not climaxed with her previous partner so she responded appropriately and GOD rationalized that, since he had no sperm that it wasn't really incest. He fucked many long years of desire into her lovely body. She was amazed, and pleased, at how enthusiastically and well he prayed with her and told him that it needed to happen more often. With the urgency sated, a rare episode of guilt set it and he told her that they needed to seek God's guidance. When she told Rod about her daily ministering that night, as she always did while they fucked, his dick got a special erotic twitch. He had often thought about her unknowingly banging her father and wondered how the old letch had held out so long. He nodded as she said how the Rev had been more of a father to her than her mother's husband and she felt an unusually close bonding when he had been inside her. She knew he had to ration his limited energy as an older man for the importsnt marraige counseling work but she hoped she could pray with him once in a while. Rod shot his wad as he said, "I know that the Reverend appreciates you in a very special way and will do whatever is right." They never did talk about the incident again and the Rev didn't initiate any return visits to Glenna's welcoming temple of love. Once every month or two though, she would do something like unzip his pants and orally minister to his erect pillar of love after he had observed a counseling session. This always resulted in another addition to the love offerings already in her twat. It felt so good to have the old man skin on skin with her. She had unusually good climaxes as he spurted inside her. For their fourth wedding anniversary Rod took Glenna back to the Comfort Suites where they had honeymooned. With her frequent and vigorous exercise, and keeping up with two youngsters, she still fit into the bikini she had not worn since the last visit. The top was bit tighter but she managed. The first night and day they repeated some of the things from their honeymoon especially the fucking. She enjoyed showing off at the pool and the big jacuzzi tub in their suite. Without kids around she stayed naked all the time in the room. Rod had a surprise for her that evening. They were joined for dinner by Jeff and Judy, the couple that Rod had been having threesomes with for years. She vaguely remembered them as friends of his from the wedding. They were a little bit older than Rod and quite attractive. Rod invited them to their suite where they produced some champagne to celebrate the anniversary. Glenna enjoyed some wine from time to time and chanpagne was new to her. She loved the taste and her glass was kept full. The wife knew that Glenna was not aware how well the three knew each other and the plan was to create a foursome so she waited until Glenna was noticeably tipsy to suggest they go to the hotel hot tub. It was past closing but Rod had tipped the night clerk to let them in anyway. Glenna was going to put on her bikini when Judy said that was not how you were REALLY supposed to enjoy a hot tub so they stripped and put on only robes. After turning off the lights in the pool area there was reasonable privacy with enough dim illumination coming through the windows to get around. They dropped the robes and eased into the hot water. The jets were turned on and the three conspirators began fondling crotches under water. Rod reached for Glenna. She was a little startled but got in the game. Rod leaned over and whispered that Jeff might like her attention. There was already a hand on his big erection when she reached for it but Judy backed off to let her play. Both of Jeff's hands were soon on her tits and cunt as they scooted closer together. It felt too good to notice that Rod's were all over Judy. The bubbler went off and they each towelled off their "new friend". Back in the room, Judy got more champagne for all and sat next to Glenna. She asked Glenna if she knew what wife sharing was? Glenna nodded since she learned about it from her internet research. Judy told her that she had been shared with Rod and other men since before Rod had even dated Glenna. They did not want to keep it a secret any longer and would now like to include her in their intimacy. There were many interesting things four loving people could do. Glenna was pretty aroused and curious by this time so she stood up and dropped her robe. The others followed suit and they headed for the big bed. For the next two days it was a fuckfest where Glenna's sexual horizons became much wider. Besides all the fun combinations with two men, she discovered how women could enjoy each other. Glenna's closest approach to spirituality was emulating Aphrodite. It was a VERY memorable anniversary and she promised to invite the hot couple for a visit to their home. Glenna had carefully kept records of her counseling so she could refer back to previous sessions as necessary. Out of curiosity on her 21st birthday she added up all the men who had been or were in her ministry. There were already 23 and all of them were pleased enough with her help that they gladly made the required donations for quite a few sessions. She was proud to be able to help in so many lives. She also listed intimate knowledge of Rod, Rod's brother, three deacons, Rev GOD, and Jeff outside of her counseling. She felt very loved and appreciated. Being such a small town and living there all her life, Glenna knew all the other women. Her mother brought her into the small group of the Rev's alumnii without revealing what they had in common. She just said that these church women liked to get together and share spiritual discussions. Since she was now recognized in the local congregation as a church counselor there might be things that she could contribute to the conversations. There were now eight in the group. She had counseled five of their husbands. From what the other three had heard, they wished she would counsel theirs but the silly bastards were too cheap to pay for good pussy. She quickly learned their coded language and did offer some helpful advice. Privately many of the women thanked her for helping their husband's attitude and capabilities. She beamed as she hadn't had direct confirmation of the consequences of her special ministry. You see, she didn't just fuck the men. That would make her no more than a whore. She insisted that they develop new and better conjugal skills and demanded a report of what they had done with any other partners since the last session. Their attitude got worked over along with their dick. Glenna's mother had never been very close with other women until this group that shared such an intimate bond. She struggled with her biggest secret for years and now that Glenna was working with Rev Duncan she got more and more worried. One afternoon she came to see Glenna who had sensed for quite a while that something was troubling her mother. She offered a glass of wine which quickly needed a refill. Opal hesitatingly began. She was ok talking in the group's code but it wouldn't work here. "My dear daughter, you have become quite a woman. I am so proud of you and Rod and the grandkids. You are a big help to the church I know. That is what concerns me. I know I shouldn't ask but I have to. Did you do any of the Reverends special marital counseling?" Glenna figured what she and Rev did was just as fellow counsellors, not counselling, so she answered, "No, Mama." "YOU MUST NOT!", blurted Opal. Her curiosity very aroused, Glenna asked, "Why should I not have the same blessings so many of our flock have received?" "Because I was one of the first women in the church to receive it and that was nine months before you were born! I am sure that the Reverend seeded me with you..." Her voice trailed off and she looked away from her daughter, ashamed. "OH MOMMA!", cried Glenna as she wrapped her arms around her sobbing mother, "I know that was hard for you to tell me and not easy for me to hear either..." They held each other and cried together. When they regained their composure, Glenna said, "I have always wondered why I was so different from my brothers and sister. That explains a lot. First of all it doesn't change how I feel about you one bit. You made your marriage to Daddy better and that helped all of us in the family. I'll not speak of it again...it really doesn't matter!" Of course it mattered in her dealing with the gospel and thigh spreading old rascal preacher. The next time she seduced him in the counseling bed (she figured that whatever damage might be done, was done, so why stop now) she waited until he had spurted his cum and was laying on top of her then said, "Is it especially holy when you give your seed to your own daughter?" He gasped and struggled to rise but she easily captured him with her arms and legs. "Momma told me how you were counseling her when she got pregnant. Now I know why you were so reluctant to lay with me. I have to take some responsibility since I made myself enticing to you. Few men can resist a woman who desires them and you were not superhuman. I love you now in an even more special way and will always welcome you into my love temple." Gerald relaxed and kissed her, uncharacteristically speechless. She asked, "Does Rod know about this?" "Yes, but he couldn't tell you without revealing a confidence." "Don't tell him I know..." Glenna played with Rod. When they fucked she frequently talked about GOD and how much she liked ministering to him. She expressed wishes that she were fertile so he could impregnate her. When she told her husband about coupling with the old man, she would say it felt like he was her father and it was incestuous. And so on. Finally Rob asked her what was going on. She laughed like crazy and told of her conversation with Opal a month earlier. Rob was chagrined then chased his rascally wife into the bedroom and called her a "fatherfucker" as they joyfully screwed. The old man was slowing down and there were many furrows to plow for the Lord. Glenna suggested that her husband, now the senior deacon, could begin taking over some of the responsibility for marital counseling. The senior minister would help out as much as he wanted to with Glenna and a few of his long time women like Opal. The married couple could even do team counseling. The ministry had created some revenue so the positions were paid enough that Rod could cut back to part time. He had a staff of delivery people by now so did only special customers himself anyway. They were a great success in the congregation which had tripled in size since the Rev took over. Adjacent counseling rooms were established in the manse to make the joint sessions more convenient. A big draw were the joint counselling sessions where Rod and Glenna would separately demonstrate a new topic with their client while the others watched. Then the couple would practice it together as the counselors observed and made suggestions. This lead to reports that two to four counselled couples were occasionally having informal prayer gatherings which sometimes lasted all night. The counselors would often compare notes after sessions. These comparisons were usually done horizontally after the last counselees had left and occasionally included the Rev. With all of the sex in their lives they were very happy and very much in love with each other, and the ones they ministered to, because it was all done "for a good reason". About once a month they would get together with Jeff and Judy to be reminded how the unchurched lived. Rob also began online ministerial studies with an eye on taking over when GOD became minister emeritus. The future looked bright.

Title: Sexy Sisters Author: Tony Tiger <[email protected]> Summary: (M+F+, ws, sharing) ***************************************************************** My girlfriend Carrie was 40 years old when I met her and hot as a firecracker. I know that it is said a woman really gets into sex at that age but I guess she has always been that way. We have been dating for about two years. She was my only girlfriend but I was far from her only boyfriend. Even though I am 10 years younger than her and considered myself to be a horny stud I often can't keep up with her needs. Carrie craves cocks. I asked her out because she looked so much like my favorite porn star Lisa Sparxxx. I was hoping to get to see those big chest bags swinging over me when she rode my cock. After a good dinner she invited me to her house and started making out with me as soon as the door was closed. When she took me to her bedroom it was obvious that her bed had recently been used for carnal pleasures. After we stripped each other she threw a towel over the wet spot and led me onto the playground. She insisted I eat her while she got familiar with my hard parts then as she aimed my little head at her wet spot she murmured, "Hope you like it slippery!" It was and I do and soon her cunt was even more slippery. After a short rest I was enjoying her hangers with my hands and mouth as she rode my re-inspired dick. I spent the night and we fucked about 6 times altogether and played a lot in between. After a small breakfast she said she needed some sleep since she had a lunch date and sent me away. She agreed to go out with me four nights later since that was her first free evening. I jacked off a lot waiting for the next time to be with Carrie. This time we ate in and got to fucking even sooner. After an energetic screw we were laying side by side in her bed when she propped herself up and said we needed to talk. She explained that she enjoyed variety in sex too much to ever be exclusive to one man. She liked me both in and out of bed and I had passed her tests on our first date. I looked puzzled and she explained that I was willing to eat and fuck her even though she had deliberately made it very obvious that she was freshly screwed. I had also been ok making another date when I knew she would be banging other guys before and after me on the same day. I replied that it was HER body so what she did with it was only up to her. I would be pleased to enjoy it as often as I could. That got a BIG hug from her and another vigorous screw. I couldn't spend the night as she had a later date already arranged but I was welcome to have "lunch and more" with her tomorrow. I accepted. Back in her busy bed after lunch, the only clue that she had fucked someone else since our last date was how silky slick she felt to my cock. When I commented how nice it felt she explained that she never rinsed her vagina out since semen was good for a woman and she liked having all the different sperm inside her at the same time. As I spent more time with Carrie, usually twice a week with our schedules, I got to know more about her as a person. She began to trust me enough to open up with her story. She had started sex with a neighbor boy at a young age and his three brothers were soon fucking her too. She loved the pleasure and attention. Her mother had neglected sex education and she got pregnant. Then her mother arranged a cut rate abortion that left her unable to have children. She compensated for that loss with even more screwing. Her first husband got her out of a poor home situation where her stepfather was banging her several times a week. The marriage lasted less than a year when the husband couldn't keep up or accept sharing her. The second marriage a few years later was to a guy who thought he could share but eventually couldn't and decided he wanted kids. They parted friends and she still screwed him from time to time, especially when his next wife was pregnant. She vowed to never marry again. She became facinated with the male sex organ. Her longtime job paid well and had regular hours with no responsibilities after work. This allowed her the freedom to develop and enjoy her "hobby". She had experienced quite a range of sizes, shapes, colors, and semen production. She laughingly said she had never met a cock that she didn't like. Besides all the variations of regular intercourse there were a lot of other fun things to do with cocks. There were many parts of her body that could cause ejaculation. Semen made a good body lotion besides its beneficial hormonal effects in her vagina. A fucked out soft cock could still produce a golden liquid for quite a few other pleasures. And then there were the delights of multiple men sequentially or at the same time. You had to be in her select circle to enjoy those special monthly group events. She was not a whore. She carefully selected and trained her male partners. And they experienced sex that was only a fantasy for most men. If you could handle the situation, and many could not after a while, you eventually graduated to the inner circle. After enjoying my twice weekly times with Carrie, and always wishing for more, she invited me to dinner with one of her longtime lovers. We got acquainted as we ate and then she took both of us to her playpen. I had never had group sex before, except in my imagination, so the two experienced ones put me at ease. It was delightful to see what I had only imagined. Carrie spent a long time in foreplay including putting our dickheads together as she sucked us. She had us jack each other for a bit and then I guided his hard cock into her cunt. After fucking her for a while the other guy did the same for me. Of course Carrie didn't ignore the dick that was outside of her. We took turns in her cunt and mouth until the other guy shot his cum inside her. As she got on top of me I saw something I'll never forget and have often recreated. His cum began seeping out between her inner pussy lips and dripped down on my erection. Carrie saw it twitch with each drop so she slowly covered my length with the white cream before pointing it upward and taking it all back inside her. I was so aroused by this tantalizing situation that I shot off on the first stroke. She laid down on top of me and let my softening dick soak for a while. The stimulation and competition kept both guys hard longer and oftener until Carrie made us stop and get some sleep. We did wake up sometime in the night and fuck her again as well as in the morning. She had a big bathtub/shower so got all three of us in there before our morning piss. She grabbed a soft dick in each hand and pointed them at each other with orders to relax. After a few minutes we did and I got my first golden shower. She sat us down in the tub and dumped her large bladder full all over our genitals. Next time she would be the recipient! I was now spending one evening and one night with her by myself and another night which included one of her other favorites. That way I got to know and be comfortable with them so when my first invitation to a group party arrived I already knew the players. It was one thing to have Carrie enjoying you and your cock and very much another, and almost equally enjoyable, experience to see her doing those things to another guy. She was completely focussed on the object of her attention. Her complete delight in looking at, holding, rubbing, stroking, kissing, sucking, fucking, and anything else physically possible to do to the male sex organ was truly a sight to behold. You could almost feel it being done to you at the same time, and you were eager for your turn. When she was one-on-one the focus was on prolonging the experience with a variety of positions since she could cum more often than the guy. With multiple men available the program changed to enjoying simultaneous stimulations and more frequent cum deposits. We had all learned to enjoy a wide variety of fun with both our hostess and the other guys. We were basically straight but not homophobic. After a few drinks and some stimulation by our hot honey we were open to quite a bit. One of the guys had a private back yard with a pool so Carrie arranged a summer party there. We skinnydipped and fooled around in the sun. We each fucked Carrie on the grass and rinsed her pussy with our pee after we came. When all four guys were drained we laid on the grass and she peed and dripped cum on each of our genitals. Whoever got hard again got more wet and juicy pussy. She also liked to have her pussy pissed on with a hard dick in it. Reverse cowgirl position worked well for this. She liked the pisser to put his cockhead against her peehole when he was finished and she would bathe it with her pee, kind of returning the favor. It was fun for the fucker to feel the hot liquid from both sources on his dick and balls while her pussy gripped and pulsed on his shaft. A couple of months ago Carrie got a new job. She has a Masters in Psychology and Counseling and took special training for sex therapy. She included being a sex surrogate in her practice, something most therapists don't do themselves. That is the perfect job for her. She can make more money working part time at something she loves to do than her previous fulltime job. Not only can she get cock at work but the part time schedule gives her more flexibility with her personal sex life. I can set my own schedule so am able to enjoy her company more often during the day. With these new client additions to her cock collection she isn't replacing any of her lovers who move on. I'm happy to help take up the slack because I think I'm falling in love with her. If she makes her clients feel as special as she does me, and her other men, then she will be extremely successful professionally. She gets a great deal of her sexual satisfaction from how we respond to her enthusiasm and caring...that is the frosting on the cake of wonderful physical pleasures. One day, when we were together resting and visiting between copulations, she began telling me of her experiences in her new job. All her previous sex had been just for fun so this was different. She explained that her only prior experience like it was the time she taught the son of an older lover about sex as a favor to him. She spent about a dozen sessions with the virgin teenager before she sent him looking, with much more confidence, for a girlfriend his own age. Now she was working with clients who might be having performance problems, or had lost a spouse and needed reassurance and dating training, or many other very personal issues. Getting her own sexual satisfaction during sessions with her clients was not a priority so she often wanted a hard cock from one or more of her guys after work. Working with her older clients who had lost their wives reminded her of an affair she had during her second marriage. She didn't have to hide the strange cock she was enjoying then so a sixty year old widower boss got his prostate emptied regularly at work. Her husband got hard when she came home with a cum filled cunt and took seconds as soon as she arrived. That caused a problem after a while because the boss was well endowed, knew how to use it, and she lived close to work. Her horny husband would cum too quickly to get her off so soon after banging her older lover. She always enjoyed a hard spurting pecker whether or not she climaxed but he felt inadequate. The bigger problem occured when the boss got possessive and didn't want her fucking anyone besides him, even her husband. When Carrie realized his jealousy she found another job but missed his good screwing. When her grandmother died Carrie looked after her stepgrandfather Tony. He was 72, quite a bit younger than her grandmother, and very healthy but lonely. She counseled him in his grief. When, after a few months, he confided that he also missed the active sex life they had until just before she died, Carrie's nurturing nature kicked in and she easily seduced the grieving older man. She shared with me how excited he got even seeing her younger body and she asked him about his health before bedding him, not wanting to screw him to death. He had her missionary style the first time, which not surprisingly didn't last long, then they played with and explored each others' bodies for an hour while he recovered. When he was hard enough, she rode him to a mutual climax. She enjoyed banging him and arranged to stop over two afternoons a week for fun. He said that he felt like a "new man" in every sense of the word and she was very pleased. Tony was married to Carrie's grandmother for a long time so they had already become good friends. She knew he was intelligent, non-judgemental, imaginative, and openminded. He was basically aware of her marital history and multi-boyfriend lifestyle. Now that there was an intimate physical relationship, their trust and openness greatly increased just as it had with me. He became a mentor as well as a lover. Carrie's grandmother had enjoyed sex but only wanted the basics. Now Tony had an opportunity to try all the interesting activities he had only fantasized about earlier in his life, sort of like a second childhood. Carrie always got lots of pleasure helping guys experience for the first time stuff that she had done many times. It kind of made it new to her again. One afternoon when she visited him I was asked to accompany her. It was great to meet this man who was so important to Carrie. After visiting a while she excused them and they went to the bedroom for about 20 minutes. I could hear sex noises and when they stopped a naked Carrie came to the bedroom door and signaled me to join them. Tony had never watched live sex or had a threesome so this was his chance. Carrie undressed me and put me on the bed where she sucked me to full glory then sat on me reverse cowgirl style. As she slowly went up and down on my dick she had Tony touch and taste her all over as she played with and sucked him. She had him hold my balls when I came in her then rolled over and gave him his first fresh seconds. I did her doggy after he finished and we snoozed together in his bed for a while. He watched me eat her cum filled cunt but said he would have to work up to that. She grinned and informed him that he had eaten more cum from her than he realized...it just wasn't as fresh. On another occasion we did some pee play which Tony liked because it seemed so nasty. Tony wasn't included in her monthly gang bangs although he did learn about them. It was good enough for him to have me be with them once in a while. When her apartment lease was up Tony asked her to live in his big house. He would trade rent for helping out with the place...NOT for the sex. She could have the mother-in-law apartment with its own entrance so her lifestyle wouldn't be crimped. She talked it over with me and I thought it was a good idea. She was getting more emotionally attached to him so that made her life simpler and she could save a lot of money. We helped her move and then celebrated with an all night threesome to christen the new abode. At first she was shy about bringing her other lovers there so would fuck them at their homes but after introducing them to Tony she would entertain them at her new place as well. Since there was a connecting door to the main house she could easily visit her grandpa and would often spend nights in his bed when she didn't have other plans or partners. Even after her evening dates he might get some fresh silky seconds and someone to wake up with. I had been helping with the house and yard too and was a frequent participant in Carrie's sex life both solo and in various combinations. Tony was almost treating me like a grandson so I wasn't surprised when he invited me to move into one of the bedroom suites. I had a very small apartment with cheap used furniture so it was a big step up for me and the financial part helped a lot since I had decided to finish college. I took over house and yard and auto maintenance. Of course I was now more available for Carrie and vice versa. We were evolving into a cozy, happy, and sexy family. We had all just readjusted to the new arrangements when Carrie's younger sister needed a place to stay. She had just gotten out of an abusive marriage, fortunately without children. Caren was my age and built like her big sister but taller and a redhead. Since Carrie's apartment was designed for only one person, Tony installed her in another of his bedrooms. She was hiding out from her husband for now while legal proceedings played their course. Carrie also arranged for counseling at the place where she worked. As our new arrival got feeling more secure around us we included her in more and more of our nonsexual activities. We were pretty circumspect about the sexual ones for a while and then Carrie had a long talk with Caren about her lifestyle and how things were around the house. That talk opened up a big door for Caren and surprised her big sister. Caren had been sexually frustrated for all of her adult life. She had been raped for two years by mother's boyfriend then married to escape, much like Carrie, but the husband was a dominating jerk. He fucked her as a cum dump whenever he wanted a piece with no regard to her feelings or enjoyment. When he began making her fuck his drinking buddies on weekends she had enough and got out. Fortunately she had used birth control that he didn't know about. She had never had an orgasm with her husband and said that the drinking buddies actually fucked her better and made some attempt to give her pleasure. She yearned for a fulfilled life like her big sister's. With Caren's permission the four of us had some talks about her past and her needs. We all offered her the love and support she had never known. With Carrie's professional advice Caren began sharing my bed, first with nightclothes and, at her own speed, with less and less. Carrie fucked me before bedtime to make my self control better. As Caren's trust of me increased we began to be more affectionate in and out of bed. Hugs, kisses, and caresses became more frequent and intimate. When she finally pulled my mouth to her breasts and put her hand on my cock things accelerated. When I gave her the first oral orgasm of her life she went wild and almost pulled my dick off getting it into her pussy. Carrie had drained me earlier so I was able to fuck for a long time, varying my pace to find what was best for her. After she came again I spurted inside her which triggered another climax. We rolled on our sides and I held her close, still imbedded, as she sobbed and shook almost uncontrollably with happiness. There was little sleep that night as she tried to make up for a lifetime. I often had tears in my eyes as she tried every position and alternately laughed and cried. We finally got out of bed in the late morning and Caren dragged me unwashed and undressed to show her sister what had happened. She was giddy as she asked for some food so we would have energy for the next few hours. We slept and fucked until suppertime when I insisted we take a break since I was soft and sore. We showered and dressed and the four of us went out to dinner. We were enjoying some after dinner drinks back at home when I mentioned that Caren had worn me out. Caren piped up that I wasn't the only man in the house and looked directly at Tony as she asked Carrie if Grandpa was as good as what she just had. Carrie said he was, only different, so Caren went to Tony and gave him a deep kiss and cupped his crotch as she asked, "Would you sleep with me tonight?" He put both hands on her ample breasts and answered, "I thought you'd never ask!" Carrie wanted me to sleep with her, more to get a full report than use my worn out dick. Maybe in the morning... With everyone now on a fully intimate basis we resumed our nude at home lifestyle. Tony and I greatly enjoyed two busty beautiful women bouncing around and our peckers were good indicators of that. For the few weeks Caren took every advantage of a stiff dick that she could during the day and alternated nights with her available men. We greatly enjoyed her enthusiasm and increasing skills. Carrie, now having to share, spent more time with her other guys and even resumed her practice of having an afternoon and/or an evening fuck sometimes followed by an overnighter then slipping into one of her housemate's bed in the morning for a finale. I always enjoyed thrusting in lots of fresh silky cum as she told me about how it got there. She restarted the monthly gang bangs with myself and her two other guys. Tony didn't want to particpate. He was getting enough regular pussy from the two sisters. Caren's therapist was amazed at her progress and terminated her counselling. Carrie smiled knowing that the rapid progress was due mostly to her two male "sex therapists" at home. It had been obvious to all of us how her self esteem and self image had improved daily as she was respected as a person plus being complimented and pleasured as an attractive female. She was clearly as intelligent as her sister so plans were made for her to attend college when her legal issues were cleared up. Tony even offered to pay her expenses. Probably because we were close in age and she associated me with her sexual awakening, she began spending most nights with me. As I mentioned earlier, Tony and Carrie had bonded so we became like two sharing couples. Caren spent time talking to her older and more experienced sister to compile a list of everything that Carrie had tried with guys. She brought the list to me and we began going through it as she was ready. She felt very sexy when, on nights that Carrie had a sleepover or was away, she would fuck me then go to get laid by Tony and return directly to me for thirds. Of course I enjoyed it too! We swapped partners for the night about once a week and would have individual one on ones romps during the day as schedules worked out. One night during Carrie's period I suggested that Tony join us in our bed. I knew that this was a first for Caren and she loved the experiences possible with two men she cared about at the same time. Of course this led to four in a bed with some guy-guy and girl-girl loving too. Caren was invited to the next sex party but declined to do guys she didn't really care for. She stayed with Tony while I went with Carrie. The next morning though she wanted a full recounting and fucked me hard. She later said she might like to go and watch. I smiled inwardly because, knowing her better than she knew herself, she wouldn't be able to resist Carrie's good looking guys nor they her. I also knew I was falling in love with her and wasn't sure if I wanted to share her beyond our "family". Caren was curious about golden showers and quickly turned into a real fan. She like the thrill of "nasty" starting with holding my dick as I peed then spraying on her in the shower. I sat her on my erection when I was on the toilet and her hot liquid ran on my pubes and balls. I especially liked a warm stream on my erection so we went out in the yard after drinking several beers. Being tipsy with full bladders is lots of fun and we took turns soaking each others' crotches followed by a piss-wet fuck then more beer and more pissing on each other before rinsing off with the garden hose. Knowing how much Carrie enjoyed this we invited them the next time. I loved seeing pee running off Caren's ample tits and also having Tony or Carrie piss on my rod while Caren was titty fucking me. The next time Carrie had her two lovers join our foursome. There were lots of variations to try with this many fluid sources. One of Carrie's favorites was to screw one of her lovers then have a housemate rinse off her cunt with their piss before the other lover and housemate did the same. Caren got so hot watching her sister that she wanted the same treatment with her housemates doing the fucking. She went wild with being pleasured and watched. She even insisted on licking the piss off the other guys' dicks after they peed on her cunt. I was half expecting her to fuck them too but was glad she didn't. That night as we lay coupled she told me that her cunt wanted to feel them inside but her head said to make sure I was ok with it. She shyly said that she was in love for the first time in her life...with me! I kissed her deeply and told her I was having the same experience. We made tender love and slept. The next morning we talked some more and we came to breakfast holding hands and smiling. Tony and Carrie wondered what was up so we told them that we considered ourselves engaged. Caren's divorce wasn't final yet so that was all we could do. Tony hugged us and Carrie cried. That evening after dinner they handed us a certificate for a week stay at a luxury adult nudist resort a few hours drive away. It was Caren's turn to cry and I got teary too. We spontaneously took our housemates' hands and led them to our bedroom for a happy thank you group fuck. Two weeks later we drove to the coast. Neither one of us had ever had a real vacation or visited a resort so Carrie had prepped us. She had been to this one several times and enjoyed it greatly. Our small cabin was at the edge of the beach so we unpacked, stripped and slathered on the sunscreen. We walked around the place marvelling at the variety of bodies and body parts on display. My dick started to fill so we went back to the cabin for a quicky then explored the rest of the resort before splashing in the ocean. As we returned to our cabin there was a couple spooned on the chaise lounge in front of the cabin next to ours. They beckoned us over for an introduction and invited us over for a drink before dinner. As we talked the woman raised her top leg and we could see that her man was buried in her twat. She smiled and said, "Isn't this a fun place! We like making new friends here." We went to our cabin for a shower and a screw. Carrie had told us that a lot of swinging and group sex happened here. We decided that we had just been given an invitation to swing but we weren't quite ready for that yet. At the cocktail hour we went next door and learned that they were a married couple from the other side of our town. They were about 5 years older and had been vacationing here for about 10 years, even before they married. After a drink we went to the dining room and sat at their table for dinner and the dancing that followed. It was very different to dance naked with other women and partial or full erections were not uncommon. Some women seemed to ask only shorter guys with protruding dicks to dance so they could nestle the man meat between their thighs and against their pussies as they danced. We noticed that there were very few fast dances! Roger and Marla introduced us to other couples and saw to it that we danced with almost anybody but our own partner. After a while I was hard and Caren was quite flushed. We were invited to our neighbors for "dessert" but we declined politely saying we weren't ready for that. We noticed a lot of couples fucking in various places in the moonlight on our way back so decided to do it on the chaise on our cabin porch. We were very aroused and when we saw our neighbors arriving with another couple in tow we both had strong climaxes. The next morning we headed for breakfast the same time as our neighbors and we were introduced to the other couple. He was 45 and she was 25. They were married but not to each other. His wife and her husband didn't like nudism so were vacationing somewhere else together. These four had played together several times over the last few years. After breakfast we tried out the big hottub where the rules were that you never sat next to your own partner and nothing was hands off. Positions were rotated each time the aerating timer was reset. I ended up touching a few cocks which was kind of interesting. When we were cooked enough we headed for the water and also played some beach frisbee. As we were tanning we noticed that groups of two or more would grab towels and head back in the sand dunes. They would reappear later and head for the water or a beach shower. It was obvious from the cum running down the women's legs what they had been doing. We decided to try it and were treated to real live sex shows while looking for our own place. There were often spectators keeping a respectful distance. We watched one woman who had apparently worn out two guys beckon to a watcher with a hardon to join them. Caren squeezed my hand as he got on top of the woman and just plunged in to her obviously cum filled twat. We were walking by a youngish couple who waved us over. They asked us if we would join them. We spread out our beach towel and they wanted us to video them screwing. We agreed and then they asked if we would mind a soft swap on video first. We asked what that was and they explained that we would trade partners for anything short of full intercourse. This was their honeymoon and first time at this kind of resort so were going slow. We explained that our situation was much like theirs and would be willing to give it a try. I used the camera while Caren and Roger started making out on the blanket. Sally stood behind me and kept her hand on my erection the whole time. I moved to get different angles as they touched and sucked each other to orgasms. The Roger took the camera and I got to explore Sally's charms. We finished off in a wild 69 as our partners applauded. The newlyweds then starred in their own honeymoon porno as they screwed in multiple positions finishing with an internal cum shot. We were next and did our best to outdo the previous performers. We all laid together and shared some beer as we got acquainted in the more traditional way. They were in their early twenties and lived about an hour from us. Her parents were nudists but they had only been to family resorts. This was a treat for them. As we drank more beer Roger asked if he could play with Caren's big hanging tits. Sally's were cone shaped with protruding nipples. She was a smallish blond with short hair. Caren sat up and Roger put his head in her lap. I asked Sally if I could eat her and she mentioned she was full of Roger's cum. I said that was why I was interested! Her eyes opened wide along with her thighs. She had sparse light blond pussy hair and I dove in. She was soon moaning and making small screams as I brought her to a series of climaxes. She finally pushed me away to regain her composure. Roger tried the same with Caren but needed some training which she promised at a later time. The girls reciprocated by giving the other guy a blowjob before we headed back. We traded phone numbers and wanted to get together again. They would make us a copy of the videos on a USB stick. Our neighbors were spooning again as we got to our cabin and offered another before dinner drink. As we were enjoying it they asked us right out if we would like to swap partners for an "appetizer". We said we weren't ready for a full swap but a soft one would be nice. We all got on their big bed and we got to enjoy our second new partner in one day. I was distracted from the sexy woman I was with by wanting to see Caren being pleasured. It had been better in the afternoon because we took turns. When the guy tried to slip his dick into Caren she called out "Switch!" and the women got on top for the best visual and manual access. The wife's tits were even bigger and floppier than Caren's and each guy reached over for a handful of each woman. We showered with the other partner and said adeiu for the evening. As we walked on the beach in the sunset we talked about our experiences since we arrived. We agreed that the afternoon couple were more fun than our cabin neighbors. The unspoken question was would we go further? I opened the door by saying, "You mentioned he needs pussy eating lessons. Do you suppose he needs fucking lessons too?" She grinned at me and replied, "Only one way to find out!" We kissed each other hotly and headed for their cabin. They were surprised when we knocked on the door but seemed pleased. "Come in and have a drink", Roger said. We visited and found out that they had started dating in high school but just got serious about a year ago. Both had other relationships while they were dating but finally realized that theirs was the best. I asked if they ever swapped with another couple and Sally shyly said they had several times with her sister and husband after they got engaged. I said that they must have enjoyed it if there were "several times". They nodded. Caren explained how we got together and our living situation. There were sisters involved too! I said how much we had enjoyed the afternoon and we would like to repeat it or take it further. Roger said, "Let's watch our video for starters." With another round of drinks we switched partners. I put my arm around Sally and could easily cup her small breast. She put her hand on my thigh near my cock which began filling in appreciation. With the lights down low the video soon had us caressing our seatmate as we were graphically reminded of the afternoon fun. Sally got up and sat in my lap putting my erection up between her legs so she could caress it while I had both hands on her tits or her slit. Caren wasn't as small as Sally so lay with her head in Rogers lap which gave him easy access to her fun parts. A couple of times I had to hold Sally's hand still so I didn't shoot all over her thighs. When the video finished, Sally rose up with her pussy directly over my swollen cock head and said to the others, "Any objections?" Two people shook their heads and she settled all the way down on my dick and began moving up and down. I had been so close so long I exploded loudly and she shuddered in orgasm from my spurting. Then Caren laid on the floor and spread her legs in invitation. Roger drove right in and lasted about as long as I had. Caren hadn't cum so I diddled her with my finger with Roger still embedded until she shook with pleasure. We had all decided from the afternoon experience that it was the most fun to take turns watching and doing so we piled in their king size bed with fresh drinks and I began loving Sally again. Her husband helped so she had a mouth on each breast and he caressed her cunt when my dick was filling it. When Sally got going she really got verbal. She even talked about how my dick felt longer than so-and-so and something I did reminded her of another so-and-so. Roger grinned since he knew what a hot sex life she had while they were dating before, and it turns out during, their engagement. Here they were, only married a few days and she had a new dick buried in her hot little twat. Then it was the other couple's turn and they had a great time too. Roger loved Caren on top so he could have the best access to her magnificent hangers and even Sally played with them while her husband was being screwed. We stayed the night and kept waking each other up for more fucking. One time when Caren was resting on top of Roger just after getting a fresh load of his cum, I slipped my dick in her cunt and just enjoyed the sexy slippery feeling even though I couldn't cum right then. Roger couldn't last as long as me but got recharged quicker and shot big cum loads with a lot of force. Caren could usually feel at least his first shot in her vagina. The girls could tell who was screwing them since my dick was long enough to rub the end on their cervix while Roger was shorter but fatter and stretched them nicely. Sally was much smaller and lighter than Caren and was pretty agile. Her vagina had a different texture as I slid in and out. She grinned as she said she had plenty of experience with my length and longer. Caren was really enjoying the attentions of a younger man. She took full advantage of his rapid recovery and got three of his copious cum loads in her mouth or cunt to every two I gave Sally. I was almost jealous except I had a young blond hottie that loved to have my dick in one opening or another for long sessions. I was thin enough that she enjoyed me up her ass too. We had plenty of time for our own private loving. Caren marvelled how she could be so in love with me and yet completely enjoy fucking Roger and Tony. She even got aroused seeing her special man getting the most intimate pleasures from another woman. I commented that enjoying other dicks hadn't hurt her pussy as far as I could tell and she probably couldn't wear it out! Watching her enjoying sex with another and openly sharing it with me was just an extension of our sex life...a special kind of foreplay perhaps. One evening we walked by our neighbor's cabin and there were four couples banging away. We looked at each other...that was not our style. We discussed that while sex with strangers might feel good it was more lasting when there was a personal and caring connection. We spent the rest of the week sharing resort activities and sex with our new friends. Days were spent as a couple and we alternated nights at each other's cabin as a foursome. The last night was different. Starting before dinner we swapped partners until the next morning. We had grown quite close to the newlyweds so these switched pairs were to act like mates until breakfast. What we said and did was just between the pairs. Sally wanted to make love on the beach in the moonlight. I asked her if she had any fantasies she couldn't share with Roger. She was reticent until I reminded her this was a private time. Then she opened up that one of her boyfriends had done some pee play with her that she thought was fun. Had I ever done that? I told her a little about our games at home. She was fascinated and asked me to show her. I packed a cooler with beer and water and we headed for the beach in the moonlight. "We have to drink as much as we can as we go along," I said. We sat for a bit filling up our reservoirs. I hasn't peed for a while so I told Sally to kneel down in front of me and she was to aim my hose at her tits. I let go and she giggled as she directed the hot stream on her nipples and belly. She wiggled a little as it ran down over her pussy. I stopped the flow and had her lie back then finished by spraying all over her cunt. She was rubbing her clit while I pissed on it and came before I ran out. I laid down on the sand and she stood over my crotch and wet me thoroughly. I was impressed with her accuracy and she giggled that she had practiced when she peed outdoors. She surprised me by dropping her cunt down on my hard cock and taking it in all covered with her piss. She kissed me and said how she loved being so wicked! She knew she looked so innocent and Roger didn't know half of what she had done with other guys. He didn't realize how many times he was the second or third guy to fill her pussy that day when they were dating and even engaged. She wanted him to enjoy her sex with others so she could keep getting the variety she was used to. After she came she squirted on my pubes which were up against hers then said "Cum and then piss inside me!" I shot my load and, when my dick relaxed enough to let my piss flow, it exited deep in her twat. The hot liquid ran out around my softening dick and over my balls. Sally moaned with another orgasm and my cock felt her vagina spasm over and over. We went to the cabin and showered. Temporarily sated, Sally said, "Since we are promised to confidentiality, I want to tell you stuff than no one else knows." I nodded and said, "Will it turn me on?" "Probably and I hope so. Like I said earlier, I am a real horny girl. Less than two weeks ago at my batchelorette party this little pussy got fucked all night by two of my long time boyfriends and my brother in law. Roger knew I was screwing when he was out of town but doesn't know how much I did when he wasn't. He worked so much it was easy to get extra cock as often as I wanted which was almost every day. He didn't ask about my party because that same night my older sister and a girlfriend who owed me a favor were screwing his brains out. I love him with all my heart and just want him to accept me for the horny woman that I am. Mmmmm, I can feel how excited that's getting you...you feel so good in there!" I replied, "You are quite the cute little bundle of sexual surprises. I admire and appreciate women who can fully enjoy their femaleness like you and Caren do, and I'm honored that you are sharing it with me. You are so sexy and I'm taking advantage of that right now!" Of course we also fucked during the night and in the morning before meeting our significant others for breakfast. They were smiling and Caren said to Sally, as we were eating, "I think you will enjoy Roger's improved muff diving skills." Sally responded, "Thanks! I got to try some watersports that I hope to do at home." We agreed to get together in two weeks at their house for a weekend. Caren and I held hands all the way home and didn't have to say how good the time had been. I told her every 15 minutes how much I loved her just the way she was. I was so happy she could really enjoy sex even if all of it wasn't with me. She said the same and how special it was that we could have experiences like this past week. Tony and Carrie were excited to see us and wanted to know all about our vacation. We gave them a fuck by fuck narration plus showed the video of our soft swap. After seeing that, Tony thought he might enjoy going there too. They were very interested in our new friends and hoped we would invite them soon. Carrie teased Tony about being hot for some real young pussy. Our trip to visit Roger and Sally soon arived and we had a great time. We spent Friday night in their bed then tried some watersports in their private back yard on Saturday. Sally had gotten Roger through the basics and we had fun as a foursome. Saturday night we met her older sister and husband who were our age. We only had a few drinks with them that first meeting. Like on the vacation the two couples split up to separate bedrooms with the other person for the night. Sally loved to confide in me so I found out that one of her old boyfriends with a big dick had been hitting on her. Since Roger was still working an awful lot she asked him if she could get some extra cock. He finally agreed after she reassured him of her love and so she got laid two or three times a week by this guy. She said, as I stroked deep inside her, "He is pretty good but you are better. I hope you can fuck me often." Just as I shot my love juice on her cervix she said, "I've gone off birth control. Maybe you just made a baby!" "What about your boyfriend?" "He has to wear a wrapper but you don't. I want more of your seed...as much as you can plant in me. Make me pregnant!" I stayed hard and fucked her again and in the morning. On the drive home I asked Caren if Roger knew about Sally's desire for motherhood. She said he didn't mention it. It was our turn to host in two weeks. We had plenty of room in the big house but they expected to share a bed with us. The first evening was spent socializing to get everyone acquainted. Then our visitors joined us in our bed and we screwed as a foursome for the night. The next day the girls went shopping and us guys drank beer and talked about guy stuff. After lunch Carrie announced that Sally wanted one of our super pee parties so everyone should load up on liquids. The visitors had easily adopted our nudist dress code so we went to the back yard and let our young ringleader call the shots. She hadn't ever played with Tony so concentrated on him first. She sucked him half hard and held his cock while he coated her body with piss then she cleaned his cock. Carrie stood over Roger and sprayed his crotch then licked his cock dry. The rest of us just started pissing on anyone in range until we ran dry. After our bladders refilled Sally wanted each person to piss on her cunt while she frigged herself to multiple orgasms then she peed up in the air to land all over herself. Roger was still learning what a bundle of sexual energy he had married. After rinsing off, Sally asked Carrie and Tony, but not Roger I noticed, if she could fuck Tony since she had never had a man that much older. Carrie replied with a request to fuck young Roger. Agreed! Sally led Tony to a chaise lounge and sat on his erection. She rode it until he groaned in climax then shuddered with her own. She got off and sat on the only other available hard dick which was mine. I dumped a load in her and she went over to eat Carrie's pussy full of her husband's cock. Caren watched in amazement and fingered her clit. She wanted cock but there were no hard ones available at the moment. Roger came in Carrie and his wife cleaned the juices off his wilting dick. We paired back up to shower and nap. After dinner Tony & Carrie excused themselves and we split up as couples like before. When I was alone with Sally I asked how her pregnancy goal was going. She replied that it was too early to tell but she was sure having fun trying. It was very erotic to have me and now Tony shooting sperm into her unprotected pussy. She just shivered thinking about all that sperm, along with the millions she got from Roger, searching for her egg. I told her that I thought Tony had a vasectomy but I hadn't. She said she hoped I impregnated her because I was her best lover ever. I shot a lot more seed into her that night and the next morning. Four weeks later when we visited, Sally greeted us with the news that she was pregnant. She told me later that she thought it happened our last night together. Her sister and husband came for dinner and we had a celebratory orgy. We rotated beds so everyone fucked everyone of the opposite sex and ended up with our regular partner. When we were back together and I was enjoying thirds in Caren's familar cunt, she asked me if I knew Sally had been fertile and I admitted that she had told me and, yes, it might be mine. Caren said she wanted children someday but would be a lot more selective. I replied, "So I'm not good enough to father Sally's child?" She slugged me and pulled me on top of her for more loving. I had another chance to fuck Sally's sister that weekend and there must be a horny gene in that family. She screwed me senseless and still wanted more so I sent Roger to her but he wasn't worth much after servicing Caren. We watched her husband bang her to another climax which gave Roger and me time to get ready for more shots at her cunt. What we didn't know is that she was inspired by Sally's pregnancy so stopped her birth control too and was in heat. She wanted all the sperm she could collect and didn't care which dick it came out of. She kept after the guys all the time until her sister told her to cool it. Amazingly enough, she didn't conceive that weekend. All four of them came to visit us a couple of weeks later and she fucked every guy including Tony as often as she could. Carrie brought in her two fuck buddies to help out and she fucked them too. Sally got into competition with her sister for a while but couldn't keep up. The sister's husband just shook his head and enjoyed Caren who didn't want to fuck her sister's studs. His wife still didn't catch in spite of all the assorted cum pumped into her. Fortunately by the time Caren and I visited Sally and Roger again, her sister was pregnant and probably by her husband. Sally was now enjoying her boyfriend bareback as well as her sister's husband. Seems her sister's sex drive evaporated as soon as she caught so asked Sally to help out. Sally's drive skyrocketed in her pregnancy so any extra cock was welcome. She even excused herself on Saturday to get laid by her boyfriend after her husband and I had both fucked her. I got very little sleep that night. Caren didn't get much cock since Roger was worn out. We decided to cool the relationship for awhile. Caren and I were both in college so we needed our energy for that. I called Roger and explained the situation and we would get together again but not for awhile. Well, Roger called me when Sally was about seven months pregnant and said she was back to normal, for her anyway, and they really missed us. Spring break was coming up so we agreed to visit but ONLY with them. They greeted us at the door naked. After being undressed by them and enjoying a glass of wine we headed for the bedroom. Caren and I explored Sally's big belly and enlarging tits then we got down to some fun screwing just like old times. Sally showed me the comfortable positions and said she was only screwing Roger and her brother-in-law who still wasn't getting much from her sister. Things were back to the way we met them and it was a good vacation for us. We saw them one more time before the baby was born. Then we visited right after mother and baby came home. It did look a lot like me but it's hard to tell with a newborn. Caren gave Roger some good sexual relief too. When the baby was 2 months old they came to visit us. Tony and Carrie wanted to see the little guy and had enjoyed their early visits. We swapped around like before but I overnighted with Sally and the baby which Sally had named Phillip Roger after the two possible fathers. It was a new experience to have Sally riding my dick while nursing the little one. Her tits were noticeably bigger and she offered me the one that was not in use. As I nursed she said it turned her on even when the baby sucked on them. He fell asleep and we had a long and satisfying coupling. The next morning, after I had injected the fourth load of sperm since she arrived, Sally informed me that she was not back on birth control and didn't intend to be. I pulled my dick out in reflex and she laughed, saying she probably wouldn't catch again while nursing. She loved being pregnant and Roger knew she wanted to get with me again during her fertile periods. She was the sexual boss at their house so he couldn't argue. Caren's divorce was finally settled and we made plans to get married at the nudist resort. Only our housemates and our special friends were invited. We got the same cabin as before and the others shared a bigger cabin close by. We arrived on Friday and had our own version of bachelor and bachelorettte parties. The two other guys spent the night with the bride and the two other women spent the night with the groom. They teased and fucked the shit out of me and I loved it. The wedding was at noon on the beach and quite a crowd of resort guests gathered since the news had gotten around. I wore only a black bow tie and Caren wore only a small veil. The ceremony was short and sweet with our housemates standing up for us. After I kissed my new wife they kissed and fondled us. The reception line had lots of hugs and caresses and even a few guys who kissed Caren's big nipples. Tony hosted a buffet lunch at the clubhouse followed by a dance band. We were pretty tipsy on champagne but managed a lot of close dances with the guests. I had many naked women who insisted on pushing their boobs and cunts against me. Caren rubbed her tits on many chests and enjoyed a lot of hard and soft man meat against her belly and pussy lips. One guy actually came on her belly and was so embarrassed he left even though she kissed him and said it was a compliment. There were lots of hoots and hollers when Caren leaned over and got rid of my persistent erection while her mouth was full of wedding cake. She wouldn't let me clean the frosting off and the next dancers tried to do it with their crotches. Things finally wound down and we somewhat unsteadily got back to our honeymoon cabin and collapsed. We woke up late in the afternoon and took a beach blanket out to the dunes for our first fuck as a married couple. It was very loving and special. Caren had even rinsed out all the semen from the night before the wedding so it was just us together under the sky. We would not share our bodies with anyone else for the next two days, a long time for us! We knew that the rest of the wedding party was having their fun. Tony really enjoyed screwing young Sally with a babe at her breast. Carrie enjoyed watching that scene while Roger was humping her. He loved the different sensations from her voluptuous body. Sally just loved it all. The next day after lunch, and lots of liquids, all of us headed into the dunes for a pee party. Even the little guy was nude and whoever was carrying him could get a golden shower without warning. The girls got a kick out of his little pecker spraying their tits. They laughingly told him that they hoped it grew big and strong while they were young enough to try it out. We sprayed and played until everyone was well drained and dripping then ran into the ocean to rinse off. Arriving at our cabin we saw the older couple from the year before. They congratulated us and invited us for a drink. We smiled and said ok but JUST a drink. After we visited we gave them some hugs, kisses and squeezes but we just wanted each other again. Carrie and Tony had settled into a stable, loving, and sharing relationship at least as strong as the matrimony Carrie rejected. Tony had frequent access to her enthusiastic loving and the erotic thoughts, images, observations, and sharing of her sexual activities with me, her clients, our visitors, and other occasional lovers kept his libido pretty high for an older man. Of course Caren gave him a good seeing to at least once a week. When hot little Sally visited she screwed him as much for the novelty of the age difference as the sex. Spooning after a loving coupling, with my dick soaking in my favorite pussy, Caren seemed a bit troubled. "What is it?" I asked. "Now that you are sleeping with your own wife instead of someone else's, will the thrill be gone?" "Why should it? You are still the same beautiful, sexy, and intelligent woman as before!" She turned over to hug me to her bounteous breasts. "You know I have fucked lots of guys and hope to enjoy more. There are quite a few things left on my sex bucket list. How do you feel about that now that we are wed?" "Each time I enter you after you have fucked another man it's like you are a little bit different and that keeps you sexy and appealing. It is YOUR body to share as you choose but, I will always want to know whose sperm are swimming in my wife's womb...no secrets." Caren laughingly replied, "And I need to know what wombs my husband's sperm are swimming in too!" I finished the conversation with, "I am happy that I am the only man in your heart even if I'm not the only one in your pussy. I love you!" We kissed and held and loved each other for a lifetime.

Title: Office With A View Author: Tony Tiger <[email protected]> Summary: (codes) ****************************************************************************** It was summer when James began working from home three days a week. He chose as his workspace the upstairs bedroom which overlooked the back yard. It had previously been used for miscellaneous purposes so was the easiest to clean out and fit with the appropriate furnishings. Gazing at the trees and clouds from his workdesk was quite helpful as he puzzled through problems. As he stood up and stretched his legs he walked over to the window and realized, for the first time, that there was a good view of his neighbor's small fenced back yard. To his surprise, and great delight, their eighteen year old daughter was sunning in a string bikini just below his window. Being neighbors for a fairly short while, he had met Lucy at various community events and had been invited to a couple of cookouts by her parents. She was bright, beautiful, blond, and bounteous. Her body, especially her tits, had a great resemblance to Katerina Nova and he had used that image often during sexual relief. And now, here she was, almost in the flesh. His cock arose and he had to empty his prostate in order to get any more work done. James was 41 years old and a year out of a marriage to an attractive and sexy but very domineering woman. He was still a bit woman-shy, especially after the experiences with a couple of women at his new church. Learning that he was a single professional, they had all but invited themselves out for dinner dates. It soon became apparent, with the frequent questions about such things as what cruises he liked, or what resorts were his favorites, that they opened their legs wide when a man opened his wallet wide. James had never directly paid for pussy and wasn't ready to start with these gold-diggers. Each nice afternoon when he was home he would check the view and was often rewarded. When Lucy appeared topless he got little work done and a few days later she shed her thong as well, showing a well trimmed blond bush. He so loved a little bit of nature's decoration on a pussy. She had a parttime job during the summer so would usually be on display mid afternoon until her parents got home from work. At least there was part of the day he could be productive! One afternoon she arose from the lounger, faced towards him, leaned back with her hands spreading her pussy lips and let go a golden arc into the bushes. James was stunned and fascinated. When she finished, Lucy looked up directly at him and smiled. The watcher was totally flabbergasted. She knew he was a voyeur and liked it! The next afternoon, at about the same time, Lucy watered the bushes again to the delight of her watcher. This time she gave him a beckoning gesture before walking to the fence gate at the back of the yard. James wasted no time unlocking his side and they were face to face. Lucy took his hand and led him to her sunning place. "You've seen what I've got...now I want to see yours!" He was already hard so working to get his underpants off made her chuckle. "Mmmmm, nice!", she said as her hand encircled his heaven-pointing pole. "I want to watch YOU pee so let's get this hose a bit easier to aim." It took only a few strokes of her hand to send his cum flying onto the grass. Lucy finished with a lick and a kiss on his cockhead and went to get a couple of beers. His cock didn't lose much rigidity but enough for Lucy's purposes. When two beers hit bottom Lucy took her pee partner to the spot she used before and issued a challenge. Standing beside him she called, "Ready, aim, fire!" Never having peed in front of a woman before made relaxing a bit difficult but he was finally able to fire as she finished. She won but consoled him with a full body hug that rubbed those magnificent tits in his chest and his rehardened dick on her belly. God, it felt SOOOO good and he had the natural desire to fuck the hell out of this goddess. She sat them down on the lounger with him at the foot looking right at her spread crotch. "I want to see you make yourself cum", she asked nicely and began rubbing herself in time with his hand strokes. James sprayed his white cream on her tits which triggered a moaning orgasm from his target. They showered together before she sent him home. They had similar fun together for the next week. One day Lucy asked him to be watching at 3pm the next Wednesday. When he took his regular vantage point there was a naked young man with his sexy neighbor who he recognized as one of her regular boy friends. He was treated to a live sex show performed by a couple who were quite familar with each other. He struggled to keep from cuming as he wanked, but seeing the young man's buttocks clenching during the short strokes sent him over the edge as he imagined himself spurting into Lucy's pussy. He watched spellbound as she pulled the condom off and cleaned her boyfriend's shrinking dick with her mouth before sending him away. He had just sat down at his desk when there was knocking on the back door. A naked Lucy asked him if he had enjoyed the show." He stammered "YYYYYYYesss" and she said that it would be a lot more comfortable in his bed. He led the way and his visitor removed his minimal clothing. "I hope you jacked off during that quicky. I didn't climax and want you to last long enough for at LEAST one." The next two hours were the most amazing sexual experience of his life. James had thought his ex-wife was a good piece of ass but this youngster raised the bar a LOT. Besides the delights of exploring her stunning body, there were the intense pleasures from her getting intimately acquainted with his. When Lucy turned him on his back, slowly engulfed his erection, and then repeatedly squeezed it with her cunt muscles, he almost fainted. Her magnificent tits were in his face, easily accessable to his mouth and hands which quickly found fun things to do. Lucy's style was also so much different than he had ever experienced. Instead of a controlling, demanding partner, there was a complete, yet sensitive, abandon to the moment. Each one's passion fed the other's as they moved together until James' love juice blasted like a rocket onto Lucy's cervix. She shuddered and shrieked and squeezed his cock so hard it almost hurt. They lay together quietly for a while then Lucy rolled off and cleaned his cock like he had watched earlier. She smiled with the awareness that he was remembering her earlier performance. He kissed her wet lips and she smiled even more. They talked quietly in the afterglow of their first coupling, accompanied by roaming gentle caresses. Lucy giggled as James pinched and tweaked her irresistable nipples & she tickled his re-firming cock. "Did you wonder about no condom?" she asked. "I was too busy to think about it," was the reply. "I'm never sure my boyfriends (plural noted) aren't fucking other girls, and I don't mind if they do, so I am careful. Natural sex is so much better and I figured you were pretty safe. Thanks for your donation to my sexual health...and I want more of your good loving right now and frequently in the future. Your cock is a great fit for me too." James was speechless partly because his mouth was stuck on a massive mammary. His third leg was firmly in the grasp of his lovely partner who rolled on her back and inserted it once again into her eager cunt. After a hundred strokes or so, Lucy got on all fours to enjoy a new, for them, position. He braced himself so she could move on his embedded pole while he cupped her swinging breasts from behind, even though they were much more than handfuls. After several more orgasms for her and one for him, they showered together and Lucy went home to start dinner for her parents. They repeated their fun time two days later, although without the third party warmup, and Lucy mentioned that she had a Saturday night date with the boy he had seen earlier. She mysteriously said, "Leave your back door unlocked." Late that night he was awakened by the busty blond slipping into his bed and kissing him then pushing her firm tits in his face while her hand sought his erection. Again getting on top, she murmured, "I've just had an hour of foreplay and I'm ready for some REAL fucking!" He slid into her usually tight snatch easily and he knew it was because her boyfriend had just been stretching it. She was SO open about her sexuality that he couldn't get jealous and enjoyed all the erotic thoughts she set off. After Lucy got her desired semen injection she revealed that they had been fucking next door because her parents were away overnight so her pussy had been empty only a few minutes. She wanted to spend the night in his bed too. Who could turn THAT down! They slept snuggled together, a treat for both of them. Near dawn they awoke and went into the bathroom together to pee. Lucy took James in the shower and pointed his dick at her tits. When they were soaked she aimed it at her twat. Holding his now firm hose down between her thighs he got the new and unique experience of a hot piss penile massage. They rinsed off and spent the morning in bed, only leaving it for a nude breakfast and more pee play when needed. Lucy had a Sunday night date which she told James about, commenting that she might find out if this guy would still date her if he didn't get laid because her pussy was a bit sore. The next afternoon when she and James got naked, Lucy said neither her date nor her boss had gotten lucky...then she stopped and said, "Ooops! I forgot you didn't know that...I'm getting so open with you it just slipped out. I think we need to have a talk!" They got in a comfortable position that allowed penetration but didn't do any thrusting. Lucy began, "I feel more trusting with you than almost any other guy. I need a man to be honest and direct with even though my mom and I are very close. What you are going to hear hasn't ever been completely told to anyone. If you can't keep still as I tell you my story then just do what you must. I'll probably get hot talking about my experiences and need some relief too." "Let's start with right now," she continued. "Besides the two boys my age that you know about, I'm screwing a third who is four years older. My boss gets in my pants a couiple of times a week. He is late fifties and has a wife can't have sex...a mercy fuck, if you will. There is also a man your age who I do a couple of times a year. "When I started developing these beauties on my chest my mom, who has a pair just like them, gave me a good sex eduction. She didn't want me repeating the problems she had through ignorance. She had me when she was 15 and couldn't even guess my biological father. Besides reading and talking she got some tasteful videos so I could really understand what was involved. By the way, she later married a real good man who is a father figure for me. "When I was ready for sex I was started on contraception and had the next step in sex education. With my understanding and consent, a good and trusted older friend of the family took me on a 'honeymoon'. We went to a city some distance away and stayed at a luxury hotel. With my bosum and adult clothes, my age was rarely questioned. After a fine dinner he opened champagne in our room, slowly and lovingly took our clothes off, and led me to the jacuzzi, my first one. We sipped the bubbly and caressed each other in the hot water. When the champagne was gone he towelled me dry and held my hand as we went to the big bed. We explored each other's bodies with our hands and mouths. There were a lot of 'firsts' for me, including the wonderful oral orgasm. When I was almost shaking with excitement, he laid me back on the pillows so I could watch in the soft light, as his erection, the first one I had ever touched or sucked, opened my virgin vagina with slow and ever deeper strokes. My hymen was long gone from toys so it was only pleasure to feel it fill me. When he reached bottom I wrapped my legs around him to keep it there forever. His thrusting made me realize that it was more fun to let it withdraw and re-fill me! He held back until I had climaxed twice before I felt the delighful sensation of hot semen deep inside for the first time. We spent two more nights there rarely getting out of bed. With an introduction like that you can see why I like sex so much." Both were aroused by this romantic tale and completed the loving act with each replaying in their minds the images of Lucy's deflowering. With their lust temporarily sated, Lucy continued her story, telling about her first dates with boys her age. She realized by the time that they got her bra off that they could never meet her expectations so her pants stayed on. Since her lover lived quite a distance away and wasn't expected to visit for a few months, she was getting pretty horny. She was complaining to her best girlfriend Alice who suggested her older brother. He had recently broken up with a longtime girlfriend and was also complaining about the lack of sex. His ex had confided that he had a big dick and knew how to use it. A few dates later Lucy could verify both claims. Frequent practice during the next couple of years helped both of them develop their bedroom skills. He had since married and they still screwed a few times a month. His wife knew their sexual history, realized that Lucy was not a threat to the marriage, and didn't make an issue of it. Lucy figured she got some on the side too. In spite of frequent banging by her boyfriend, Lucy was anxious to enjoy her first lover again. It had been three months so she met him on a Friday afternoon at the door in a robe and took him directly to her bed. They dressed before her mom got home from work and she invited him to share her bed for the night. When she awoke later in the night wanting another round, he wasn't there. His bed was still made up and there were sex sounds from her mother's bedroom. When he slipped back into her bed at dawn she greeted him with, "Is there any left for me?" He shook his head and fell asleep. Leaving him in her bed she found her mother in the kitchen, looking well fucked. Getting a cup of coffee, Lucy sat down and said to her mom, "Now I know exactly how you could recommend Uncle Gary as my lover." She hadn't previously mentioned that he was her mother's partner's older brother. Mom explained that she had been screwing Gary for a while when he suggested a threesome with his younger brother Larry, who he had shared girl friends with in the past. She was curious and enjoyed it immensely. From then on she banged both brothers together and separately. Larry was close to her age and she fell in love with him. Neither one wanted to marry so they settled on the public declaration of a "Long Term Partnership", which was a legal agreement similar to marriage but not registered with the government or blessed by clergy. For simplicity they were referred to as "husband and wife". The sex sharing continued ever since the LTP. Gary had never married but had a series of usually long term partners. Lucy went back to her bed and woke Gary up by sucking the dick that had recently been inside her mother. It felt very wicked and erotic. As he regained consciousness she stated, "OK you motherfucker, it's MY turn!" The same scenario was usually repeated whenever Gary visited. Her mom did offer Larry to her but Lucy wasn't ready to take that step. When she turned 16, Lucy got an after school job at a small retail store. The older man was quite nice and after a while asked her to do some house work in the apartment where he lived above the store after her regular hours. His wife was very frail and couldn't keep the place up. When they were better acquainted the wife confided in Lucy that she couldn't satisfy her husband's "male needs" any more. She was worried about his physical and mental health. Did Lucy have any ideas for solutions. Lucy got the drift and, in a burst of kindness, offered to try being a surrogate wife. After the store closed the next day, the boss's wife and Lucy told him about their plan. Being a normal male who had lusted after her luscious body every day in the store, he couldn't have been happier. While the wife waited in the kitchen, Lucy gave her boss the first piece he had in years. It didn't do much for her physically since his cock was fairly small and even his semen output wasn't much, but the look of joy on his face as he encountered her tits, slipped into the best twat he probably ever had, and felt like a real man when he ejaculated into the young beauty, touched her deeply. She agreed to bed him twice a week after work. After that the wife joined them in bed to share her husband's joy. She couldn't resist caressing Lucy's body while she watched and usually kissed her husband as he spurted into the surrogate. Now that she was older Lucy wanted to try dating some guys her own age again. With her looks there had never been any shortage of offers. She wisely figured that the "popular" guys were not likely to care much about her needs so she looked for quality personalities among average looking but intelligent young men. One candidate was in a computer class at school. They had some common interests so date outings were easy to set up. Ascertaining that he was a virgin, she acted innocent and slightly reluctant as he somewhat clumsily tried to get more intimate. When he finally got her bra off in the front seat of his car and touched her tits for the first time he came in his jeans. She told him not to be embarrased but keep on making her feel good. He took direction well and it wasn't long before Lucy scored her first virgin. As they progressed in intimacy she would wonder how this eager young man would respond if he knew that the lips he was kissing had very recently cleaned off a cock which had just deposited millions of fresh sperms still wiggling around inside her. Or realizing that the silky lubrication his cock was sliding in was semen from another of her lovers. She felt delightfully wicked and quite proud of herself. Lucy was so pleased with her altrusitic and benevolent success that she reponded positively, a few months later, to her new young lover's request to educate his slightly younger brother who also was a virgin. She soon had two big "V"'s on her scorecard and a more complicated sex life, athough it was quite fun and fulfilling. She rationed the "boys" to the one day a week after school she didn't work. Her interest in golden showers started by accident at this time. The older brother was a very heavy cummer and had dumped three big loads in a row inside her. Since she wanted to be fresher for the younger brother, she was in the bathtub using a handheld shower to rinse her pussy when she saw her recent partner peeing in the nearby toilet. The water spray was deliciously tingling her delicate parts and she realized that the stream from a cock might do the same. After fucking the younger boy she took him to the tub to try out her discovery. It was so pleasant that she called the older boy in for more pee pleasure on her pussy. It became an occasional special part of their mini-orgies and something to share with other open-minded folks. Lucy began undulating her hips against James. "Let's finish this and sleep. I do want to talk more, but not until morning." She woke him up for a middle of the night ride then after daybreak insisted that they have a bathtub pee party session before returning to bed with coffee and breakfast. "May I interpret your vigorous use of my body after my tale of promiscuity and depravity as a sign that you wish our relationship to progress?" she began with mock formality. James took up the ploy with, "My analysis of your behaviour reveals a young woman with an above average curiosity about her sexual capacities and a healthy interest in exploring new areas of sexual knowledge. All of your experiences have contributed to creating this interesting person who is here with me. Since I share those interests as well, I am happy to join with her expedition at every opportunity. I do require that all explorations I am not a part of be reported in detail at the earliest opportunity." They both laughed and did some more "joining and exploring". When their horns were well trimmed, Lucy explained that she was young and still had lots of things to discover in life. She figured that the best way to avoid getting too hung up on one guy, and vice versa, was to never limit herself to one lover. It had worked for her mom. Besides, the variety was just too enjoyable to give up. She really enjoyed being with James and hoped he could accept her as she was. They could have a great relationship if he didn't get possessive. James caressed her bounteous bosum and explained that he had been "posessed" in his marriage and could understand her feelings. Although knowingly sharing a woman with other men had not been part of his experience, he could see from her tale that it could be quite exciting to be a part of. Lucy was quite pleased and said with a grin, "I'll make SURE you enjoy it...I've got plenty of pussy to go around! And I want you to have some more right now..." A few weeks later Lucy wanted to have another "serious talk" with James. He knew by now that meant naked with his dick buried in her twat but not actively fucking. She stated rather matter of factly that she had been thinking about her sex life (he braced for the worst) and that it was time to let go of her young brothers. They were finding their own pussy now, which was why the need for condoms, and she had accomplished her "pay it forward" mission twice over. James relaxed as she continued, "The shows I put on when I seduced you were pretty spontaneous. I'd never done anything like that before but it was great fun. This time I have a real plan. Be in your office tomorrow at 3 with binoculars and the window open so you can hear." At the appointed time a naked Lucy came to her "stage" with the younger brother in tow. She fucked him in lots of positions for the next 30 minutes. The moans and groans were clearly audible to James and her positioning gave his magnified vision clear views of the bare young cock penetrating and finally cumming in Lucy's reddened cunt. She kissed him goodbye and laid back on the lounger, looking up at the office window and beckoning. James was quickly between her lovely thighs enjoying the fresh slippery seconds. She moaned and came with him over and over. Two days later a similar scenario started with the older brother. This time though, her cocksman pumped cum into her in each of three positions. Through the binoculars James could see it running out of her cunt and frothing into whitish foam from the frenzied thrusting of her young lover's love piston. After the third load was delivered with gusto, Lucy moved to the grass and lay on her back with the boy kneeling between her bent knees. James had a closeup view of the piss stream rinsing Lucy's ravaged pussy. She looked directly at her watcher who could hear the pleasure noises as yet another orgasm ripped through her aroused body. No explicit invitation was needed to mount the gasping girl as soon as the coast was clear. She wrapped arms and legs around her older lover who quickly added his seed to her deliciously messy cunt. Larry had a booth at a trade show on the other side of the state and asked Lucy to help him with it. They would handle the first three days and Gary would take over for the last two. Lucy was excited with the chance to visit the big city and making some extra money. She spent the night before leaving with James and he was tickled at the anticipation which spilled over into her lovemaking. Myra, Lucy's mom invited James to dinner as the car pulled away. "No sense in both of us eating alone. Be here at 7." The day went by slowly with the knowledge that Lucy was so far away. He focussed on work and was at Myra's door right on time. Flowers and wine were presented to show his appreciation of the offer. Myra was obviously pleased and gave him a warmer than expected kiss. Home cooked food is always a treat and, after a quick table clearing, James sat on the couch with the last of the wine. Myra returned wearing only an almost transparent gown saying with a sparkling smile, "I thought you would like to see the dessert menu!" James went wide-eyed so she continued, "It was Larry's idea and seconded by Lucy." She bent over to reach James' hands, giving him a close up eyeful of big hanging knockers that were a mature version of Lucy's. Mom was a bit shorter with wider hips and just as pretty. He stood up and she removed his clothing expertly. Her mouth gave his already enlarged cock a quick kiss and suck before standing up and leading him to her bed. This "dessert", a 33 year old woman at the peak of her sexual ripeness, was meant to be savored. Myra laid him on his back and slowly explored James' body with her hands, mouth, and breasts. Then is was his turn to discover her treasures. When he slipped his tongue into her pussy hole he couldn't help but think that was where his girlfriend had started life from. With that thought he pushed his babymaker inside just as her father had done so many years ago. After that buildup they both came quickly. As he soaked in her pussy, Myra asked, "Whatcha thinking?" He told her and she said she had similar thoughts about the sperm swimming in her being the same kind that also filled her daughter. She mused that if she had a son, would she want him to reenter her birth canal? James had lost very little hardness so they changed positions and kept on screwing. Having a new partner usually induces extra sexual excitement and most of the time not spent working or sleeping found them together naked and screwing. Between actual copulations Myra told tales of her sex life which shortened James' refill times. Damn these women were sexy. Who would want a monogamous one? They would be boring! The travellers were welcomed home by their partners in the expected way but the couplings were not as frenzied or prolonged as might be expected from the length of separation. Herein lies the rest of the story... The next morning the two couples gathered at the breakfast table. Curious, Lucy asked her mom how things had been. Mom replied, with a big smile, that dessert the first night had been "delicious" and thanked her husband for the suggestion. When asked about the rest of the time she said that she and James had done their usual daily things but with a lot of fucking in between. "He is as good as you told me," Myra said to her daughter. It was Larry and Lucy's turn to smile. Mom asked about the trade show. Larry explained that the show hotel was expensive so a double queen room was reserved. The first day they set up the display table, had a nice dinner, and watched a movie in their room. They each slept in their own bed. The next day was full of activity and Lucy had great fun with her role. Her looks and tits got lots of attention from the mostly male attendees. All the compliments, flirting and outright offers of cash payments for her favors got her so turned on that she got over her reluctance and took up her mother's offer of Larry right after the display hall closed. They finally took a break for a room service dinner and she met the young man at the door with her standout nipples and dripping cunt on full display. Larry was in heaven and ploughed her pasture as often as he could. They did manage enough sleep for the next day's work. Gary arrived that evening, as expected. Lucy insisted that he cancel his room since they had two beds and she planned to keep both of them warm. Actually she kept them "hot" as she took advantage of every erection the two men were able to muster. She slept the entire ride home. "No wonder you weren't as energetic as usual last night," James remarked. "Or Larry either," Myra added. Talking further, they all agreed that the screwing had been great but the pairings probably ought to be limited to special occasions to keep things simpler in the two households. In July, James's son, James Junior, who went by "JJ", told his dad he had been accepted at the community college in his dad's town. There wasn't one near where he had been living with his mother and he hoped he could live with his dad. While he liked th eidea of spending more time with his only child, it would put some dampers on the frequent nudity and sex play around the house he had gotten used to. He arrived a week before school started and his eyes got big when he saw his dad's paramour. She was his age and a walking wet dream. How could he study with her around, knowing she was getting laid just down the hall? Smart Lucy, have a bit more experience with horny males than most girls her age, anticipated the problem. She invited her best friend Alice to dinner so the two could meet. Alice was the opposite of Lucy in many ways. She was tall, slender, long dark hair, and less outgoing. They were quite similar in intelligence and love of sex. She, like Lucy, didn't think it was good practice to be exclusive in bed so kept a short list of good guys who got to play at the Y. A few obligatory dates later Alice was there for breakfast one morning with a freshly fucked glow. After the meal, Lucy told the new lovers that she and James preferred nudity around the house and hoped they would follow that custom. She took off the light robe she was wearing and the in-his-face view of her magnificent tits got JJ hard in spite of Alice's recent draining. The girls laughed and Alice took him back to bed for further detumescence activity, reasoning that even though he was probably visualizing her friend's body, it was her pussy that had his cock. Lucy noticed that the erection was very much like his father's and had a twinge of curiosity but let her reason triumph over her cunt, at least for now. She didn't want to interfere with the budding romance of her friend anyway. The two young women had no secrets from each other so Alice reported that JJ was inexperienced but easily made up for that with his enthusiasm, willingness to learn, respect for her feelings, and above average cock. Lucy agreed, like father like son, and they giggled at the not infrequently mentioned idea of bedding both. JJ was not as open-minded as his father, with his limited experience with women. He got upset when he learned that his wasn't the only pecker in Alice's pussy so his father referred him to Lucy. She got them each a beer and they sat in the back yard. "Your father, like most guys, had the same concern when he first started screwing me." She had JJ's full attention as she continued, "I have several other lovers and he is ok with that now. The first thing to realize about any woman is that SHE owns her body, no one else. Only SHE decides who it gets shared with. If she shares it with you, it is a privilege to be thankful for. Secondly, pussies don't wear out so nothing is being taken away from you when other men enjoy them. You couldn't tell just from the feel how many guys she was fucking unless she screwed someone bareback just before you. And actually that is a pretty special feeling...just ask your dad! All the fucking that Alice and I do only makes us sexier and better for all our lovers. The more fun we have the more fun you have. Just enjoy what you are getting. Now go call Alice and tell her about our talk. When you have digested this have her tell about you some of her adventures. It will blow the top of your cock off, I'd bet!" She gave him a kiss, a full body hug, and a quick squeeze of his erect cock and he hurried off. Alice later thanked her and reported that JJ's mind was opening up. Her relatively tame stories got him very hard very quickly the second and third times. Two months after JJ's arrival, Larry got a very good job offer from the company Gary worked for. It required a move three hours away so they put their house on the market. Gary said they could stay with him until the house sold and Myra immediately saw some personal advantages in that. She and his current girlfriend got along quite well so frequent partner exchanges were quite likely. Larry always liked variety and he didn't het much. Her nipples and pussy tingled with thoughts of enjoying Gary's cock much more often...and when James and Lucy visited it could be an all out orgy! She had fantacized about JJ and it would be rude to leave him out of the fun. Having such a young cock again would be fun! Lucy just couldn't leave her friends and lovers behind, let alone interrupt her education so James gallantly took in another college student. She expected to share James' bed since there were no more bedrooms, but there was the issue of entertaining her occasional other lovers. She didn't want to have them in James' bed, that was special, so he suggested the purchase of a bed couch for the basement recreation room. Besides being aptly named, it was private and even had its own bathroom. Perfect for friends or fucking. After they christened the new playground for her other lovers, Lucy suggested that James install a video camera so she could show off for him, something she hadn't done for a long time. She also wanted to watch videos of herself so she could see herself as James had. The camera was soon installed and ready. Lucy was thrilled watching their test fuck "on-camera" and it would be even better when James was controlling the aiming and zoom. Her older boyfriend was moving away in a couple of weeks so this was just in time. James had a hardon in anticipation even before the boyfriend was brought into view. They undressed each other with the ease of longtime familiarity and spent a full hour together with first a hard furious fucking to take the edge off, then tender couplings until he left his second, and last, semen deposit inside her. Lucy wanted to feel all of him this final time together so no condom. She walked him to the door for a last kiss and returned to the rumpled bed. James left the camera running as he entered first the room and then his sexy lover. The video would always be one of their favorites. With her school load increasing, Lucy decided to give up her parttime job. She knew a horny widow a little younger than her boss and introduced her to the couple. Not only was the woman pleased to have a job but, happily gave the boss more pussy than Lucy could budget. The last Lucy heard, she had even moved in with them as a caregiver for the now more frail wife. Lucy's mom was happy to rent her house to a newlywed couple since its sale wasn't happening. They were professionals in their late twenties married for the first time. James and Lucy helped them move in and quickly became friends. Becky, the wife, really appreciated Lucy's help in getting used to the house and, new to town, quickly made friends with her much younger but quite mature neighbor. Alice was introduced soon after and the three would visit in the back yard since warm weather had arrived. Lucy soon had them sunbathing nude. Becky had expressed some concern because of James' office window but laughed and stripped when she heard an edited version of Lucy's seduction story. Having been single for a long time she was far from a prude. One afternoon, after quite a bit of beer had been consumed by the trio, Lucy called James and told him to check out the view. When he was watching, she took the other two and demonstrated how to water the bushes. It was quite a scene since Becky was the average of the height, weight, and bust of the other two. Her red hair was a great fit with the blond and brunette. The tipsy trio put on quite a show and waved to their audience when empty. Then they laughed and hugged each other. Lucy announced she was horny as hell and figured James was too so she'd see them later. Alice raped JJ when he got home and Becky took her husband Brian to the prime viewing spot after texting Lucy to get to the window. James was embedded in her from behind as they watched the newlyweds have their fun. The three honeys were now confirmed exhibitionists and tried whatever they could conspire to get away with. Alice got videoed banging JJ in the "playroom", unbeknownst to him until much later. Brian kind of wondered why Becky wanted to fuck outdoors so much but couldn't complain. Nudity indoors and out became more common in both households. The girls were disappointed when they couldn't get a penile salute from one of the other men. James was invited to the girls' pee parties as they got more adventurous. He had a difficult time staying flexible enough to aim for lower places on their bodies, especially after they had tickled his dick with their streams. Lucy tried a blowjob in front of the others which helped for a while. Alice and Becky introduced their men to this new kind of play privately and then gradually brought them into the group setting. The pee parties became such a regular event that dry and wet foreplay activities with others gradually became quite common until only actual coitus was still limited to one's own partner. While a well aimed hot pee could get a gal off, guys needed a bit more. After getting a guy hard by pissing on his dick, a wet handjob or titjob could cause a white volcano. Becky pushed the envelope a bit by getting JJ hard then sliding her slit back and forth along the length of his cock, giving a small spurt of fresh wet lube every few strokes. She looked Brian straight in the eye as JJ's plentiful cum shot out on his belly and she rubbed her pussy in it. Brian was smiling with his cock straight up in the air. Becky dropped her piss and cum coated cunt down in it and they soon climaxed together to rousing applause from the onlookers. The other girls just HAD to try it too. There were soon a lot of satisfied people in the yard. It was also fun to be screwing your main partner with other guys and gals pissing on your joined genitals and other erogenous zones. That often set off a different kind of orgasm. Lucy was restless. She loved James and sex with him was always good, but her outside lovers had gone by the wayside. All the play with her friends and neighbors reminded her of the variety she craved. She counselled with Alice who was down to only one other guy besides JJ. They agreed that it was time to do the father and son thing they had hinted at in the past. The plan was simple...one night when Alice was staying over they would switch rooms in the middle of the night. Neither doubted that the guys would object...what normal man turns down an offer like that? Alice slipped in behind James and reached around for his cock. It began swelling and he noticed a very different set of tits against his back as he awoke. Before he could speak, he heard, "Shhhh! Just enjoy!" He rolled over to a much taller and slimmer woman than he usually had. Both had fucked earlier so getting acquainted was unhurried. As he slipped inside the slender brunette he was well aware that the slickness his cock found was his own son's cum. Her cunt had a different texture and tightness than Lucy's and she noticed how much his rigid rod resembled the one she had earlier. They fucked for quite a while before he added his sperm to her family collection. Lucy was more direct. She took the sleeping JJ's cock in her mouth and tasted Alice on it. He was on his back so she rode the enlarging pecker when it was hard enough to insert. JJ woke up with a cunt on his cock and big boobs in his face. Instinct took precedence over reason as he enjoyed everything available. It wasn't until after he mixed his semen with his father's that it even dawned on him. Lucy grinned and said, "You've been lusting after me for a long time...was it as good as you expected?" "Hell yes! I'm not pulling out until I'm too soft to do anything else," he said as he rolled her over and began thrusting again. Lucy loved it! James just didn't have this energy and it had been a while since she fucked the young brothers. Like Alice, she noticed the feel of his cock was so much like his dad but the way he used it was different. She egged him on, "Put some more of your sperm in there with your dad's!" That set both of them off again. When JJ's cock finally wilted, he played with her tits and pussy, hoping to get some more before dawn. Alice and James, both naked, came in the room and said, "Time for breakfast." Each showered with their regular partner and talked openly at breakfast about the night. It was agreed that it was "open season" during the day and they would swap for the night once a week when Alice was there. The nights she wasn't, Lucy could visit JJ's bed and "tuck him in" if she was in the mood, which was very often at first. James would just have to get used to silky seconds. He didn't mind. It was like foreplay so he could get into the good stuff even quicker. The neighbor spouses soon learned about the new sex connections next door but weren't ready to share just yet. They enjoyed watching the other couples fuck, swapped or not, and they put on their own show for the others. When they were alone though, they fantacized about what they had seen and role played the swapping. Both really wanted to, but after all they were newlyweds and it didn't seem right. They were far from virgins when they met and eventually they would be honest with each other and join in the fun. It had been months since Lucy had seen her mother so a long weekend was planned. There was one guest bedroom in Gary's house so JJ would be on the couch, though Lucy suspected he woudn't be there too much. Lucy and Myra talked often, planning for the visit. Mom shared that she essentially had two husbands and Lucy told about her father and son lovers. Mom was delighted and said that was a combination she had never experienced. Lucy wanted to make up some lost time with the brothers so that sealed the sleeping/screwing arrangements. The guys, once again, weren't consulted, but the women couldn't imagine any of them having an objection! The first night Lucy was in Gary's bedroom with the two brothers. It was kind of a replay of the trade show night but she didn't have to change beds. The brothers had gotten quite skilled at sharing Myra so everyone had a great time, especially Lucy. Myra was in the her own bedroom and started with JJ. When she had fucked him out, he went to the guest room to send his father and get some rest. The exchange happened many times before dawn. The second night was similar except Lucy fucked Gary and James together, and Myra fucked JJ and Larry at the same time. This was the first threesome activity for the visitors and Lucy especially liked having James watch and touch her while she fucked Gary, kissing him deeply as Gary filled her with his cum. The last night found all six on the family room floor in a happy family group grope like none of them had ever had before. Plans were made for another of these "family reunions" in four months. Myra crashed as soon as the visitors left. Father and son took turns driving and sleeping. Lucy had to be carried to bed from the car. It had been great! Two days later Lucy told hir girlfriends about the wild weekend. Alice was rubbing her clit and stated that she wanted to go along next time. Wow, four cocks to choose from! She came right in front of the others. Becky exclaimed, "I fucked around quite a bit before, and while, I dated Brian, but never did ANYTHING like that! I doubt Brian could handle it...but I'd sure like to try!" The other gals pouted, "How could Brian NOT want to fuck us?" Becky laughed, "I know he does! He's just not ready to share me that much!" Lucy chimed in, "So HE owns YOUR pussy? That's not the way it works for me and James!" Becky continued, "I used to not go more than three months without trying out a new cock. I only gave up fucking my last boyfriend six months ago even though we were engaged for a year. I just need variety and Brian knows it. Do you see how hard he gets when I do everything but fuck the other guys? He even talks about it when we are screwing." Lucy piped up, "He couldn't resist if me and Alice ganged up on him. How about this? Alice can do the dick rub belly cum thing you did at the last pee party. That will get him hard. I'll blind him with my tits and she'll jump his cock. By the time I let him see what's going on it will be too late. You just be close and hold his hand while she fucks him and then I want him too. That should open the door for you!" Becky grinned, "That's a plan!" They all wished their man, or any other one for that matter, was home right then. One evening, James and Lucy lay together, joined at the crotch, the way they usually had meaningful conversations. James observed, "I am amazed, with as much fucking as I know you do, how the busy beaver I am buried in right now always feels like that first time together." Lucy smiled, squeezed his buried erection with her talented cunt, and replied, "You, of all people, should realize how perfectly your erection fits my vagina. I've never had any other one that so exactly fills my natural depth and width. And you know that I don't just lie there like a lump when I am fucking...my pelvic muscles get quite a workout for everyone's greater pleasure. I love it when a hard cock is thrusting in me and sometimes I don't even care who it is attached to. It just makes me feel so happily female. Since I try to get my pussy exercised at least once a day, and preferably more, I always stay in great shape for you. I know you realize how sex is different with each person. With you, it is "good", with others it is "wicked" and when it's you AND another it is both at the same time. Each of my men, even the old man with the small pecker and almost no semen, is enjoyable, but you are by far the best because you the only one in my heart! Thank you for loving me...you are a special man..." James kissed her as he slowly slid his erection in and out of Lucy's wonderful pussy. He softly said, "I didn't think I could love again, but I am very much in love with you. I never thought that love would be with a woman so much younger than me or so sexually free, but with you it seems right. You know how I enjoy the unique pleasures of each other woman, but with them it always seems 'good', not 'wicked'! Maybe you've taught me that, like you've taught me lots of other things. I guess we are a pretty good pair!" Lucy murmured her agreement and picked up the pace of their loving. Plans were afoot for a week long "family" reunion in the summer. That will be a story all in itself. Stay tuned...

Title: I'm Not Pretty (But I Sure Can Fuck) Author: Tony Tiger <[email protected]> Summary: (codes) ***************************************************************************** Elizabeth was so frustrated. She was barely sixteen and had never even had a hot kiss. Her hormones were going full blast and she wanted the love, romance, and passion she saw on tv and the web. She was homely and she knew it. Definitely pudgy, with tits that were ample, soft, and floppy, straight brown hair, glasses, even her name wasn't sexy. She went by Liz hoping the glamour of Liz Taylor might somehow rub off but the other kids called her Lizzie. Homely girls need sex too, maybe even more than the pretty ones. Damn, what was a teenage girl to do? For at least the past year she had been watching porn, frigging frequently, and finding all sorts of objects as substitutes for penises. She listened enviously to other girls bragging about their busy cunts. Right after her birthday she went to the school clinic and started birth control in a burst of optimism. Nature had compensated a bit by giving her high intelligence and maturity. Her life changing breakthrough occured in the AP marketing class which she only took because it fit her schedule. When she heard about product positioning she really paid attention. She needed to find niche or underserved "customers" who would be interested in what she had to offer. Like her, they might not have access to the "beautiful people" of the opposite sex, or maybe limited access to any partners at all. Those limitations could make them very good prospects and appreciative "buyers". Looks were certainly not everything where sex was concerned! Her first chance to try out this marketing idea happened that Saturday night. She regularly babysat for a single father who lived nearby. Don was in his early thirties and she stayed with his eight and ten year old kids every day after school. His wife had left him for another guy six months earlier. He was a techie and not very outgoing, especially after his marital trauma. They had often visited when he came home from work and Liz could sense his loneliness. This night he attended a business social function and came home really down since he was the only one there without a partner. He had a couple of drinks at the event and another when he got home and now his shell cracked, letting his feelings pour out to the empathetic girl. She moved beside him and hugged him close. This only increased his sobbing. Without thinking she kissed him firmly and their mouths opened into a prolonged passionate kiss. Liz put his hand on her soft breast and his sobs soon turned into moans as they made out. Hers soon began to match his. As they undressed each other, Liz softly said, "This is my first time." He nodded and made love to her gently and thoroughly. She got so high when her first ever oral orgasm hit, followed by the second one before his erection had fully filled her eager cunt, and then a third one when he spurted the first semen her cunt had ever felt. Having a real man up close and personal was MUCH better than she had imagined. Having skin on skin on the outside and the inside of her body was incredibly pleasurable. She wanted so badly to spend the night doing this wonderful stuff over and over but her parents were expecting her. She kissed him goodnight with a new perspective on the world. They fucked every day when he came home from work. It was the joy of her life. He was an excellent teacher of the love arts and she learned quickly. This was the best phys ed she had ever had. Especially on top where she could exercise most of her bodies muscles and especially the ones around her vagina. It was so much fun to grip an appreciative hard dick and make it deliver up its love offering. Don even arranged to "be away overnight" from time to time so she could "babysit" when his children were really with their mother. Liz' game plan was this: she would make first contact with her intelligence, get their attention with her mouth, and hook them with her cunt. Since any skills require lots of practice, Robbie, the boy next door, who she had played doctor with years before, got drafted to become part of her sex training program. All of a sudden he was the recipient of all the oral and genital sex he could get it up for. First on weekends and then after school. Liz had a key to Don's house so they would get off the bus there and get naked for an hour of sex experimention before the children arrived home. Internet porn provided plenty of ideas and Liz discovered things to also try with her older lover. Don always enjoyed the seconds, thirds, or fourths he got, and sometimes left work early to watch the youngsters screwing before fucking her himself. Don experienced slippery seconds for the first time since his exwife had been fucking around on him, but this time it was hot, not hurtful. Liz loved bareback, natural sex. Besides the direct sensations of skin on skin, feeling the hot cum rushing out of the dick head to splash deep inside her and then coat their joined parts was very sexy and often gave her at least a small orgasm by itself. Knowing that the millions of sperm would be swimming around inside her for a long time after the screwing was done was pretty neat too. It was pretty erotic when they were from more than one man! While Don's experience was very important for her sex education, she thought that virgins had some real benefits. They would be more interested in, and appreciative of, her gifts. They wouldn't need wrappers as long as they followed her rules, and the physical and emotional joy she observed when they had sex with her the first time was incredibly satisfying even if they weren't good at giving her orgasms yet. She felt very special and female. They would never forget her, she knew. Afer about three months of a sex life that most teen would only dream about while jacking off, Robbie's parents got transferred to another state. Liz started a crash course for her young man about identifying, getting, and keeping quality girlfriends. They had a sad goodbye screw. Two months later Liz got an email from him. He had found a girlfriend in his new neighborhood about his own age. She wasn't a virgin and had pretty good skills in the sack. She was so impressed with with Liz' training that Robbie got hooked up with her older sister who was was a virgin. He was banging them both now and was liking the girl-girl stuff they did too. He sent a picture of him with two pretty blonds, one shorter and one taller. Liz was very happy for him and they talked on the phone or emailed every month. With Don's confidence restored, Liz encouraged him to begin dating. She still babysat and would be waiting naked in his bed when he returned. When his dates occasionally included sex, he used condoms, and Liz would give him "real pussy" as he told her about the evening. She got turned on thinking of his dick in another, probably prettier, woman earlier, but SHE was the one in his bed now. Even though they would each have other partners they would remain friends-with-benefits and confidants for life. Liz would thank him with her twat, whenever circumstances permitted, for the rest of their lives. Now that she was truly developing her sexuality, Liz' confidence and belief in her marketing plan was secure. She selected a classmate who was a homely nerd but always very nice to her and was as bright as she was. Richard also appeared to be physically fit. She asked him about going together to a science expo and he lit up like a street lamp. They had a great time and she observed his eager responses to every attempt she made for physical contact. She held his hand on the drive home and gave him a very hot kiss at her doorstep. His pants bulged nicely, she noticed as they hugged during the kiss. He had the smarts to ask her out for a real date and, with her encouragement, got more hot kissing and some tit. He was a farm boy and mentioned a swimming hole at his place. When she got him to take her there she suggested skinnydipping, which he had only done with his brother and some immature girl cousins. As he saw her get naked, his pecker responded appropriately. Liz noted that it seemed even a bit longer and thicker than Don's. It looked harder too and she looked forward to checking that out later. They swam and fooled around in the water, enjoying frequent body contact. After towelling off they sat naked on the beach blanket and ate their lunch. Liz leaned over and kissed Richard, telling him she had brought dessert. He appeared puzzled so she kissed him again with tongue and reached for his perpetual erection. With minimal foreplay she got astride and aimed his pecker head at her gateway to heaven. He filled her nicely and reached for her soft and sensitive tits. A few thrusts later he grunted and blasted a big load of semen against the back wall of her vagina. She kept moving on his cock, which never softened, and they climaxed together again after a longer time this round. They fucked twice more before leaving the pond. Liz was SO hot that night when Don returned from a date and she spread her legs wide for him. He wondered what had gotten into her and, when he found out that it was a new cock, he creamed her cunt for the fifth time that day. Her silly girlfriends talked about fucking like notches on the bedpost. She, on the other hand, was having it as a marvelous experience. Probably getting laid more often and better than most, if not all, the other girls in their high school. Maybe even more than her mom! Don could make love gently and long lasting when circumstances permitted. His recovery time was longer too but he made her feel cherished with his caresses until he could fill her again. The neighbor boy and Richard were quick to get erect even the second and third time. Their vigorous thrusting in her cunt brought quick orgasms for both and the ejaculations were forceful and copious. The differences were exciting. Sex could never get boring with such variety. On the third occasion to be naked with Richard, after his first cum dump, he asked Liz, "I know you've had sex before but are you doing this with anyone else now?" One of Liz' rules was to not volunteer unnecessary information but give truthful answers to questions. She replied. "Yes, why do you ask?" "I want you to be my girlfriend." "Does that mean I would have sex only with you?" "Yes, I want you all to myself." Liz began a conversation that she would have meny times in her life. She reinserted him in her cunt and explained her philosphy on intimate relationships. "First of all, Richard, it is my body and I am the only one who decides who I share it with. I am just starting my sex life and you are only my third lover. Already I am enjoying new experiences with you but if you want to continue enjoying them with me then you must accept me as I am. I really like you or your dick wouldn't be in me right now. I will respect you and answer any questions honestly, and I expect the same in return." Richard asked, "Who is your other lover?" "I don't fuck and tell...another very important thing to remember. You have a lot to learn but I promise you it will be enjoyable if you just open up and go with it. Now, are you ready for some more loving?" Liz could see that Richard was struggling with the idea of sharing as they got together the next few times but he as he got more comfortable he would make comments like, "Feels really good to me!" and "What have you learned since last time?" They got together mostly on Saturdays because she was busy at Don's weekdays and Sunday was family day. The best opportunities for private time were at the farm. They skinnydipped and screwed at the pond when the weather was nice. The barn hayloft was another favorite place. One afternoon, as they were resting between belly bumpings, Richard's older brother suddenly appeared. "Wow! What have we here?" Liz scrambled to cover up while Richard simply said, "Hi bro. Would you like to join us? You have to get naked too!" Liz watched wide eyed as a body identical to her boyfriend's was uncovered. His cock was equally attractive too. They had met, of course, but fully clothed. Richard turned to the speechless Liz and grinned, "We share a room and skinnydip at the swimming hole so I know he looks like me. Since you like me so much I thought you might like a second helping. And he's a virgin." Liz was getting hot again and dropped the part of the blanket she was holding. Her pussy was tingling at this unexpected bonus. Both boys' cocks were ready for action. Liz said to Richard, "Looks good to me but I want privacy for his first time. Be back in an hour." Richard climbed down but stayed within earshot as Liz began the fun process of initiating the young man into the pleasures and mysteries of sex. When he was finally plunging in and out of her cunt she closed her eyes and noted how similar the boys felt. With practice, of course, he would be much better and she shivered with the possibilities. At the end of the hour his dick was well drained and she sent him to get Richard for his turn. She wasn't quite ready for group sex but would happily enjoy them one after another. Richard was about to explode as he entered her for the second time that morning. Liz slowed him down but when she asked, "How does it feel?", Richard said. "Like fucking in silk!", and blasted his load in with his brother's cum. "Go get Robert!" After three copulations with each boy Liz was tired and getting sore. Her orgasms were triggered as much by her mind as the two dicks that were stimulating her body. Finally she begged off until the next weekend. This would be an adventure to tell Don on Monday. In bed that night she rubbed her clit with still draining semen from the two boys for one last spasm of delight. Wow, three virgins on her scorecard! On Saturday Liz wanted to go swimming with both boys. They weren't surprised when she stripped and jumped in. When they swam over to her she grabbed a hard cock in each hand and said, "Happy to see me I notice..." They grabbed her and pushed her underwater where she gave each dick a quick suck before surfacing. After towelling each other off Liz laid back propped up on her elbows. "Who's first?" Robert was closer and licked her cunt until it was juicy then slid in. Liz loved to watch his shaft push and pull in her love box as she felt the repeated filling and emptying along with the other sensations from the rubbing flesh. What an erotic sight. It had been a while since they fucked so his dick soon swelled and pulsed with his white deposit. She opened her mouth in invitation to lick the fresh juices from his softening dick while Richard slipped in and repeated the experience. She quivered in orgasm just before he spurted his cream inside her. Robert was soon ready for more and she got in the scissor position for a leisurely screw with him as Richard snuggled up to her from behind. He reentered her sopping cunt after his brother withdrew. Thye swam and screwed the afternoon away, enjoying watching and showing off which developed into both guys finding ways to simultaneously enjoy the hot girl. That went so well that she invited Richard to accompany her to Don's house. She introduced Don as her "first lover" and Richard as her "third" and told them she wanted to enjoy them together. Both men eyed each other as they were naked together for the first time. Liz expected this and said, "You are both good lovers in different ways. Observe carefully and you might learn something new." First of all she made each one watch the other with her then asked them what they noticed. Of course each man had put on his best show. They spent the better part of two hours competing to give her orgasms and she was happily exhausted when Richard took her home. The next afternoon Liz' mother, Marge, came to her room holding several pair of Liz panties. She said they needed to talk and Liz knew what about. "These are obviously cum stains...I ought to know. This pair even still has dried cum still on it. I've been seeing these for a while but there seem to be more of them lately. We had a talk about sex a long time ago but you never told me that you had started. As your mother, I need to know what is going on. Don't worry, I'm not going to get angry or tell your father." Liz hesitated, not sure what to say. Her mother continued, "My mother never talked to me about such an important part of life and I always regretted that. I want us to be closer than that. My sex life probably started earlier than yours has and I really needed advice because I made some poor decisions." That got Liz' attention since few kids that age think about their parents even having sex together. Her eyes opened wide and she blurted out, "Like what?" Marge had a serious look on her face as she continued, "I will respect your confidence and expect you to respect mine. These are things neither your father nor anyone else knows." Liz nodded gravely. "A neighbor boy sort of raped me when I was younger than you. I was ignorant, interested in boys, and wanted to be popular. Like you, I was far from the prettiest girl around so used what I had. Soon his two buddies were having sex with me too. Fortunately they knew enough to use condoms during my fertile times. I did enjoy it enough to cooperate but finally realized how much they were using me. I didn't open my legs again until late in high school when I was on birth control. A friend of my father's taught me what good sex was all about during summer vacation after high school and I had one or two boyfriends all the time through college where I met your father. I was sleeping with other guys until we got engaged and even a little while after. Your dad was taken with me because I was so good in bed but never asked me why. He is the only lover I have had since then. OK, dear daughter, your turn..." "Wow, Mom! I had no idea! My story is somewaht different because of the talks we had but it is "like mother, like daughter". I got on birth control as soon as I turned 16 so I'd be legal and safe. My first time was planned and wonderful. I chose an older experienced man who would appreciate me. Can you guess who it was?" "Probably Don since there was lots of opportunity" "Right! He was a terrific choice and I do him almost every time I babysit. I've also done Robbie, the boy who used to live next door." Marge interrupted, "And what about Richard?" "Yup, he is my weekend guy and I've started doing his older brother too!" "Oh my god! You are amazing. Do they know about each other?" "More or less. It's a rule of mine that any lover has to accept that I'm not going to be exclusive. I won't name names though unless we meet as a group." "Group too? I never did any guys together though sometimes not far apart. You'll have to tell me about that some other time...I've had enough to absorb for now. We'll talk again I hope." "Sure, Mom." Don met a woman at a computer club that was a geek like him and he asked her out after interesting conversations during several club meetings. She was about 5 years younger, as tall as he was, quite slender, and never married. She was pretty natural and didn't do anything with her long blond hair except a ponytail. They went to a computer museum and chatted long into the night after he took her home. She finally asked him if he liked her...if so why was he still talking? Don got the hint and gave her a kiss which she escalated until clothes came off. He called Liz and said he wouldn't be home till morning. She was both pleased for him and disappointed for herself. When he dragged in mid morning she was waiting in a robe and had the kids occupied. He couldn't get it up and ate her to a climax. She was intensely curious so he told her that Rebecca hadn't been laid for six months and seemed to want to make up for it all at once. He wanted to see, and screw, her again. Liz said it was a good thing it was Saturday and she was going to spend the day with her boyfriend, and likely his brother, to make up for Don's incapacity. School was out for the summer and Liz wanted to save money for a car. Don's kids were going to spend the summer with their mother so that income dried up. She had done office support work for her father and put that on her resume. She watched Craig's list and, after several dead ends, found a office assistant position with a consultant whose regular person was on maternity leave for the summer. Perfect! He was about sixty with a lively and witty personality. She brought home lots of reading material from his library and impressed him with her quickness. Since they were usually the only ones in the office they quickly became close. It was interesting when she would go with him to see new local clients and that direct experience greatly helped as they developed proposals and did reports. As they got comfortable with each other, the talk got more and more personal. Her boss, Jerry, had lost his wife to cancer a year earlier. His children didn't live close so he threw himself into work. His loneliness became apparent to the sensitive young woman as he opened up about his feelings. At the end of the day she gave him a long close hug which became the norm. Liz soon noticed a swelling in his crotch and realized that sixty year old men aren't "dead". She began making more physical contact and noticed how he enjoyed it. Finally, one Friday when they had just won a big contract, she suggested they go out to celebrate and picked a restaurant which also had dancing. He was surprised but delighted and enjoyed the slow dances especially. She gave him a special hug and a serious kiss when he dropped her off at home. Her mom was all questions when she came in and wondered what her hot daughter was up to. Surely she wasn't trying to seduce such an older man? That is exactly what the young hottie had decided to do. Using the office legal software she wrote up a "Release From Sexual Harrassment" naming her boss and enclosed it with letter which said, "Dear Jerry: Please accept the gift of my body I am offering you. It is presented with affection and caring and I expect only the same in return. Sincerely, Liz". Jerry read the letter and the Release and looked up. Liz was unbuttoning her one piece summer dress. She had removed her underwear earlier. As her dress fell off she walked to the stunned man and kissed him while moving his hands to her breasts. He held the kiss and began exploring the naked treasure in his arms. Liz pulled back and began removing his clothes, kissing him wherever skin was revealed. She knew he worked out and he was trim and firm, especially when his shorts dropped. He was uncut which was new to her, but plenty big and she took a mouth full. Phil groaned and almost came but Liz wisely let loose. When he was as naked as she was, she was eager to try out this new dick so threw the couch cushions on the floor and spread her love wings. She was dripping wet and he slid right in. "Fuck me Jerry, fuck me!" Years of celibacy spurted out through his cock within minutes. Liz held him tightly with her arms and legs as he cried out with joy and then began crying with tears. Liz kissed his wet cheeks and reassured him how much she enjoyed this. She encouraged him to stay inside and reharden for a longer time of loving before they parted. A new bed couch was delivered to the office the next day and it was used frequently. Jerry bought new clothes and worked out more regularly and business even picked up because of his upbeat feelings. He was so thrilled with his life that, for her 17th birthday he gave Liz his late wife's Buick sedan which he hadn't parted with. It wasn't "cool", but the price was right and it had a big back seat, she wryly noted. When she went to pick it up she christened the back seat with her benefactor. Don was discovering that Rebecca, his new girlfriend, was quite a sexual free spirit. She had lived in a commune during one phase of her life so shared sex was no big deal for her. When Don asked her how many men she had fucked, she smiled and said that would be like her remembering how many meals she had eaten. She soon learned about Liz' history with Don and made friends with the young woman. Now that Rebecca was catching up with her needs, she was fine with Liz' occasional visits and soon joined them in bed. Liz was delighted to learn how two women could have fun together, especially if there was a man involved too. Among her many talents, Rebecca had worked as a beauty consultant and, even thought she didn't avail herself of much she had learned, she gave Liz some good advice about hair style, makeup and clothing. The rather plain young woman became noticeably more attractive almost overnight. The compliments from her lovers did wonders for her self esteem. Since her sexual needs were being met, she stopped the compensatory overeating and would gradually lose the surplus padding, though she hoped her boobs wouldn't shrink too much. She also knew that her mouth and cunt could give pleasures that any guy would want more of and she was realizing ther power. Of course Don was interested in Liz' sex with her older boss. Rebecca reminisced about the older lovers she had bedded. Don, half teasingly, remarked that if they liked old guys so much maybe they should improve his dad's sex life. He was 72 and lived alone. His health and mind were good but he didn't do much socially, which concerned his son. Much to his surprise, the two women decided to do just that. They were both fucking the son so why not do the father too? No time was wasted. They called him to let him know they were taking him to dinner, sans son. After dinner he found two much younger women luring him gently but persuasively into bed. They coordinated their "attack" and each of them got some cock riding time before he spurted into Rebecca. A schedule was made for their separate visits for his "home care". He called his son in a state of mild shock but with NO objections. He also called his doctor for some Viagra. As the two seductees drove back to Don's to give a report, Liz observed that her older men were just as much fun as her younger ones, just different, like steak and hamburger were both beef. Rebecca nodded and said she rarely found a cock she couldn't enjoy. She wanted Don to dip his wick in his dad's cum. It had been years since she fucked a dad and son one after another. Liz grinned at her...they were compadres for sure. Liz finally found some private time for another talk session with her mom. Dad was at a ball game so the two women got glasses of wine and sat on the back porch. Mom had started treating Liz much more like an adult. Liz knew she had to release information slowly so her mom could absorb it and decided to direct the conversation. She opened with, "How often do you and Dad do it?" "Not often enough," came the quick reply. She continued, "We used to do it a lot but I just can't seem to get his attention or interest very often in the last few years. I've tried things I read about but it's not enough. Am I not attractive any more?" She looked ready to cry. "Mom, we've got to get you radiating sex more so Dad will notice. Guys follow their dicks...now that I am getting laid, other guys I know are more interested in me, but I've got enough lovers for a while." Mom spoke up, "You know how curious I am about your sex life...how's it going?" Liz told about the activities with her boss and Don's father and how she and Rebecca were becoming intimate friends. Mom just shook her head slowly as her daughter spoke and responded to her tales of love and lust with, "Damn, daughter, you are having enough sex for both of us!" Liz looked at her sad Mom and said brightly, "You're right...I'm good with sharing...would you like some of mine?" Marge looked thoughtful for a moment. She was very interested but, after all, she was married and expressed that concern to her daughter. Liz explained that 1. it wasn't intended break up her marriage, but to revitalize it, 2. her pussy was going to waste and it wouldn't get worn out by some extra cock, and 3. she had fucked other guys while dating Dad so that wasn't new. Liz added that she had some ideas for Dad too, and no she wasn't going to seduce him, but they would take a while to implement, so which of her boyfriends would Mom like to start with? They were well into their second big glass of wine and Marge was covertly rubbing her crotch through her clothes. Liz noticed and said, "Mom, let's get naked. I'm hot too and I'd like us to watch each other jill." As they rubbed wet pussies across from each other, Mom asked to hear the "menu". After the descriptions of the talents of each, Mom thought that Don would be best because he was closest to her age, but she wanted him to use condoms. Liz agreed, noticing that her mom said "condoms" plural, and knew that Rebecca would be part of her plan. She promised to arrange a get together. In bed with the now cohabitating couple two days later, Liz outlined her plan for getting her parent's sex life back on track. Addressing Don with a smile on her face and his drained dick in her hand, Liz said that he had a "duty" to make her mother feel like a sexy woman again. He nodded, remembering that she had bigger tits than either of the women he had just fucked. Fondling Rebecca, Liz explained her upcoming role with Dad. Rebecca laughed when she heard it and nodded as well. The first part was easy. Liz dropped her mother at Don's house on her way to fuck his father. An hour and a half later two glowing women were eager to trade notes. Marge was giddy telling her daughter about the first strange cock in almost twenty years...a cock that her daughter was very familiar with. He was a bit bigger than her husband and more skilled. She had been fucked twice in four different positions with five orgasms. Her pussy was sore but she was still ready for more so she would make a pass at her husband that night. Liz' session was good as usual but much as she expected. Mom was the focus. The next morning Marge confided that she had gotten a somewhat perfunctory fuck from her huband but his cock and cum still felt good inside her. It had been a long time since she screwed two men on the same day. A few days later Liz and Marge were with Don and Rebecca making plans. Here is how it played out: Rebecca called Dave, Liz' dad, saying that Liz had offered his help with some new software she was learning. On his first visit she was lightly dressed and very mildly flirtatious. He smiled a lot and enjoyed all the contact she initiated so she arranged another visit. This time she offered to thank him with her body, and wouldn't take no for an answer. As he was using the bathroom to get ready she texted Liz. The timing was perfect with Dave on top of Rebecca, thrusting away, when Marge, Don, and Liz quietly entered the bedroom. As soon as Dave shot his wad, Rebecca said, "Oh, look who's here!" Dave tried to escape but Rebecca wrapped her arms and legs around him. Don and Marge chorused "Our turn" and stripped. Marge laid beside Rebecca and welcomed Don's bare dick into her body while Dave just stared openmouthed. Rebecca began moving her pelvis as she felt Dave's dick rehardening when he saw his wife being penetrated by another man's cock and whispered, "At least part of you isn't getting angry!". After a few minutes watching her parents screwing other partners, Liz slipped out and went to visit her boyfriend. She needed a good seeing to after that! She didn't stay with Richard long after he clipped her horns. She wanted to be home when her parents returned. It was a couple of hours later when they staggered in, asked her to fix dinner, and headed for the shower together. Dressed only in robes, they all had some wine and Marge told Liz that that her parents had been well fucked. She explained to Phil that his "innocent" daughter was anything but, had arranged this jump start of their sex life, and was entitled to hear what happened after she left. Mom and Dad took turns telling from their perspectives. Rebecca and Phil mostly watched the other couple at first. The talented Rebecca would squeeze Phil's dick with her vagina in time with Don's strokes. As soon as Marge thrashed and squealed with her climax and Don's buns clenched as he dumped his seed into Marge, Phil pulled out of Rebecca and shouted, "I want my wife!" He plunged balls deep into her creamy cunt in one stroke and began banging furiously. Marge moaned and shrieked with a continuous climax during the few thrusts it took for Phil to spurt his semen in with Don's. It felt like the top of his dick was blowing off. They were both sweat covered and breathing hard. The other couple applauded and kissed them. Liz' parents had NEVER had sex like that! After swapping for showers they headed back to bed and swapped around as a foursome until neither guy was "worth a fuck". All of them expressed a desire to get together again. The married couple were back in love and lust. Phil later revealed to Marge that he knew she was fucking other guys when they dated, and suspected it while they were engaged. The thoughts had aroused him when they were screwing but he never knew how to bring the subject up for discussion. Marge offered to answer any questions he had when he was ready. Marge slowly revealed to Phil his daughter's precocious sex life. He got hard thinking about his hot little girl and Marge teased him as she made it soft again. Nudity became more common around the house and Richard was invited to Liz' bedroom during the week and sometimes overnighted on weekends. Marge got wet seeing his handsome body naked and secretly wished she could sample his cock. Phil was much more sexually aware and noticed his reaction to his naked daughter as well as Marge's lust for Richard. He would go as far as nude full body hugs with Liz but no further. He wasn't sure if he could handle his wife fucking a teenager so he talked to his daughter, the sex advisor. She was aware that Richard was attracted to her mom as well. She explained her philosophy on sex and said, in her experience, letting go brought more rewards than trying to restrain or control someone else. Look what happened with Don and Rebecca. He absorbed this and after some more discussion was willing to move forward. The next weekend Liz invited Richard and his brother to stay over. They expected to double team her but found, when all were naked at dinner, that there was another agenda. Richard was invited to Marge and Don's bed while Robert would sleep with Liz. The younger couple got little sleep between listening to the happy sex noises from the next bedroom and their own inspired couplings. At the late breakfast, Marge looked haggard but with a huge smile. As they cleared the table, she asked Liz if a partner switch would be ok before the boys left. Dad grinned and said he wanted to watch his daughter get laid, the next best thing to fucking her himself. He stroked his erection and imagined it was his dick thrusting into Liz instead of Richard's. He came all over himself twice...once watching his daughter taking cock and then again as he saw Robert's dick spurting cum into his spouse. Later Liz climbed into bed with her parents and spooned her father as they slept. She was awakened by the moving bed as her mom rode on her dad's cock. She caressed both of them and held her dad's balls as he added more cum to his wife's well used cunt. At dinner, Phil remarked how astute the young woman was in matters of love and thanked her heartily. Liz' puzzle of how to get her father a young partner to match her mother's without doing it herself, a not infrequent fantasy, was serendipitously solved by her sibling teen lovers. Their younger sister had been given a birth control prescription by her nervous mother, concerned that her sons or the neighbors would soon be filling her with baby makers. She was a virgin but was anxious to change that after hearing about her brother's exploits with Liz. Now that she was "safe" she approached the slightly older girl. They talked a lot and Robin wanted a good first experience like her friend. Liz realized that Don was getting plenty of pussy so decided her dad should get the honors...he had never had a virgin but could be coached. Marge was thrilled for her husband and the "date night" was arranged. Liz and Marge would stay over at Don's after preparing the bedroom with a sheer nightie, candles, and soft music. This was Robin's first dinner at a high class restaurant and loved being treated so special. Returning home, Phil asked her to change into what was in the master bathroom while he put on a light robe and opened champagne. The young girl shyly came to the living room couch and had her first sip of champagne. It tickled her nose and she giggled, partly from nervousness. Phil complimented her, which brought smiles and she sipped the bubbly more frequently. She was big like her brothers and had a large firm bust. His robe tented quickly and he saw her eyes dart to his crotch frequently. The second glass of champagne was relaxing her as they talked about everything but what was to transpire. Finally, Phil took the empty glass from her hand and kissed her soundly. She sighed and opened her lips to use her tongue. She was eager to try all the things she had been reading and talking with Liz about. Her hands headed for his robe even before he reached her tits. She grabbed his erection so hard he had to ask her to go easy. They both explored a new body as their breathing and kissing escalated. Phil stood up and led the excited girl to the bedroom, a romantic scene with soft lighting, candles, and music. He dropped his robe and lifted her nightie over her head, each getting the first complete view of the body they were both about to enjoy in a new way. They hugged briefly before getting in the big bed. Robin lay back expectantly. Phil kissed her important landmarks all the way to her crotch. Smelling and tasting her arousal, he moved up over her and put her hand on his rigid cock. She guided him to her lower lips and felt his gentle and ever deeper thrusts until he was fully inside. Her arms were wrapped around him so tightly he could barely breathe. After a few short strokes the gasping girl began to relax and go with the action. She synchronized her hips with his longer thrusts until she climaxed with soft screams and Phil followed by giving her the first semen filling of her life. "Welcome to womanhood," Phil said softly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" They alternated sleeping and fucking until late the next morning. When all met at a restaurant for lunch it was clear that Robin was now "one of the girls". Because they were so close in age, Robin and Liz became best friends and the latter was glad to be a mentor. Robin was intensely curious about the mysteries of sex and wanted to try everything she heard about. Having a wonderful first experience undoubtedly encouraged that desire. Liz cautioned her to cool down and do it right...she had some things to learn before just fucking around. They worked on expanding her psychological and biological knowledge while she screwed Phil two or three times a week. After a month Liz felt her protege was ready and took her to Don's bed and watched him give her friend his brand of pleasures. Robin then watched her first live sex show as Liz also got laid. This led to more informative discussions for Robin...and more desire for sexual variety. Liz took her on a visit to Don's father and deferred to the other girl who really got off with the idea that she was screwing both the father and son. They also did a variation of "Take Your Friend To Work Day" and Liz' boss got the second 16 year old pussy of his life. He had enough energy that Liz got her usual bonking too. Both men invited Robin back anytime and Liz felt a bit threatened. After appropriate consultation with Liz, and a supply of condoms, Robin sampled some of the neighbor boys that she liked. One in particular was not nearly as good as her more mature lovers but showed promise with a good attitude. As Robin's skills developed she passed them on to this eager "kid" as she referred to him. Like her brothers were with Liz, he was energetic and a quick repeater with a desire to please. When she verified that he had little sexual experience and wouldn't be dipping a bare dick elsewhere, she was happy to forego the cock wrappers. Liz didn't need any more partners so the "kid" was all for Robin who continued to get instruction and pleasure from Phil and Don. Just before school started Liz' boss had a week long consulting assignment in Chicago and asked her to accompany him. His client was paying expenses so they flew to O'Hare and lodged at a fine hotel in the Loop. She had bought a business suit and dress plus a cocktail dress. During the day she felt so professional as she knowledgeably assisted her boss. She was a princess as he dined and danced her at fine restaurants and then bedded her in the luxury suite. They played in the jacuzzi and screwed on the balcony high above the city. She was naked and sucking his cock when room service delivered the champagne their last night there. She gave the delivery boy a wet kiss and a feel of her boobs while she pushed the tip in his pants and squeezed his rising cock. Giggling giddily she pounced on her boss after the door closed. It had been a unique experience to be with the same man for such an extended time. Her head was on his shoulder and her hand in his during the flight home. When he dropped her off at home she kissed him for a long time and confessed, "I love you!" He understood her feelings and said gently, "I will always love you too..." School started and Liz had to leave her job and first "love", which she finally realized was mostly serious infatuation, though she really cared for Jerry. She recommended Rebecca as a replacement both for her competence and her willingness to continue the special services Liz had provided since the previous employee had decided to stay home with her baby. Rebecca offered a sample and was hired on the spot. Liz still had an occasional opportunity to screw her former boss after school or on holidays. Her Junior year would be challenging with advanced science and math classes. Don now had Rebecca for child care after school but she still got some of his time and cock as schedules permitted. She took on more responsibility for Don's dad and stopped by every day after school to check on him. About every other day she made sure his penile function was still good which also soothed her pussy with his semen "lotion". She and Robin stayed close and had their own little "group" in high school. Her brother boyfriends, now on equal status, were being fucked mostly on weekends again since there was a lot of fall work on the farm plus football practice. The self confidence the young men had developed allowed them to go out for football where their intelligence and farm boy bodies helped them become sports stars quickly. Having TWO football jocks as boy friends created tons of envy from the prettier girls who just couldn't understand Liz' success. Her makeover, vastly improved self confidence, and sexual presence put her in the somewhat humorous position of turning down date offers from guys that wouldn't even look at her last school year. Her marketing plan had sure paid off! She now knew she could do ANYTHING!!!

Spirited Bed & Breakfast When Abbie and her husband Mel bought an old Victorian mansion on the outskirts of the city they did so with two goals. The first was to convert the big, run-down house into a bed-and-breakfast. Their plan was to rent out rooms to businessmen tired of cookie-cutter motels, providing a more home-like atmosphere. They were reasonably close to the financial center and since Mel was an executive with a major insurance company he had the kind of contacts to make this feasible. Their short-term goal was to have sex in every room in the house. They made better progress on the second goal than on the first. The afternoon they first looked at the house the real estate agent let them wander through the place on their own. They knew they were going to buy it when, in the basement, they found an old bed neatly covered in tarps. When they uncovered it Abbie said, Mel. Do you recognize this? Looks like the bed at that B & B we went to before we were married. The one where we made love for the first time. Made love hell. You fucked my brains out. Wanna do it again? While their agent took phone calls in the front yard, Abbie climbed onto the bed where her husband pulled her skirt up and her panties down and they pretended they were still dating. It was about the fastest fuck theyd ever had, but also one of the most exciting, given the chance that theyd be discovered at any moment. The day they closed on the deal, Abbie and Mel headed over to the empty house. Undeterred by the lack of furniture, Abbie took her clothes off and bent over the kitchen cabinet. Mel dropped his trousers and, at his wifes urging, shoved his dick up her ass. Progress on the renovation went much slower. The downstairs had been remodeled before they bought it. This included a modern kitchen with a small breakfast nook. The former music room had been made into a master bedroom with an attached bath. The living room, sun room and dining room had also been modernized. The upstairs was a mess. Where they had envisioned four rooms with private baths there existed six bedrooms that had not changed since the early 1900s. There was a single bath with antiquated plumbing. Walls had to be taken out and rearranged, plumbing updated and expanded, new flooring and ceilings had to be installed, as well as windows that didnt leak when it rained. Despite Mels hefty earnings, the monstrosity was eating up money faster than he could get it. Even though work on the remodeling had slowed nearly to a stop, they continued to fuck their way through the downstairs rooms. The master bedroom was taken care of their first night in the place; the master bath the following morning. They initiated the back parlor as Abbie leaned out the window watching their next door neighbor weed her garden while Mel pulled off Abbies shorts and took her from behind. Mel went down on her in the breakfast nook in appreciation of Abbie making him his favorite peanut butter and bacon sandwich. The next day she sucked him off in the garage after he changed the oil in her car. The living room was taken care of when they got naked and she sat on his lap, riding his cock while they watched Dancing with the Stars. One morning before leaving for work Mel was talking to his mother on the telephone in the sun room. As he sat on the window sill listening to her plans for the weekend, Abbie got on her knees in front of him. She unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his shorts down. While he tried to act as if nothing was happening she ran her tongue around the crown of his dick, licking up the pre-cum oozing out. Then holding his cock-head in her lips she opened her blouse and pulled her bra down, releasing her big boobs. She carefully laid his rod between her girls and pressed them together, bouncing them up and down around the trapped organ. Uh Mom, Mel managed to say. I gotta get off here and get to work. Ill call you later from the office. He bit his lip as his mother continued talking. Yeah, he said. Love you too. Goodbye. The he gasped, Oh god baby, youre gonna make me cum." Abbie hoped hed hung up on his mother. Looking up at him she said, You like that honey? You like fucking my tits? Silly question as his cum was bubbling out of her cleavage at the time. Abbie released him from her boobs and took him back into her mouth, savoring the salty/sweet fluid shed learned to love. When he finally finished pumping sperm into her mouth she tucked him back into his shorts and said, Now honey. Go to work and make lots of money so we can get the rooms upstairs finished. Ive got plans on how we can use them - before we rent them out. Little did she know how those plans would be changed. On his drive to work Mel was having trouble keeping his mind on his driving. Hed decided he could take a long lunch and make it home for a nooner. As he was thinking about what he was going to do to his loving wife he had trouble keeping his car going in a straight line. He was only slightly over the yellow line. In fact, hed have been okay - if the on-coming driver hadnt been similarly distracted. She also was only slightly over the line. They both died instantly in the head-on collision. Abbies grief was almost totally debilitating. She had never even considered what life would be like without Mel. For a month she just was in a fog, barely acknowledging what was going on around her. Their families had been supportive, but finally they had to get on with their own lives. One thing she had not considered was that during his career in the insurance business, Mel had accumulated a number of policies, all of which paid off double because hed died in an accident. She hardly noticed the number, and size, of the checks that she received. Their attorney made sure the monies were properly invested and set up a regular payment to her for day-to-day needs. Abbie was not just a widow, she was a rich widow. Abbie was used to having sex, and lots of it. After several weeks she began to realize that she still craved the sexual stimulation. One night she finally gave in to her bodys needs. As she lay in bed she thought about all the ways Mel used to do her, and the things she had loved doing to him. As she relived them she let her hands wander over her body. She pinched and squeezed her tits, sending familiar tingles through her. It wasnt the same as when Mel had done it, but it felt good after weeks of celibacy. She felt herself getting wet and excited. She let her fingers slide down until they were teasing open her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and sighed as she teased her clit out of hiding. She rubbed it with her thumb as she worked her fingers around in her cunt. Finally she was gasping in her first orgasm for over a month. Baby, that was so hot. I loved it. Thank you Mel. It was nice. Im glad you liked it. I really did. Thats just what I - what we, needed. Thank you for sharing that. And thank you . . . Mel! Mel, is that you? Of course, Honey. Who did you expect? But it cant be. You . . . youre . . . Dead? Yes I am. But that doesnt mean I cant enjoy watching you get off. In fact, I wouldnt have made it back here if not for that. That seemed to have been the trigger. Abbie finally opened her eyes and looked around. Sure enough, sitting on the side of the bed was her beloved Mel. Naked. With a large erection - which he was stroking with his hand. Abbie reached over and tried to grasp the organ she missed so much. Unfortunately she grasped only air as her hand went right through the cock. Im sorry, honey. You can see me and hear me now, but you will never be able to touch me. He stuck his hand out as if he was going to grab her tit, but his fingers went through the flesh and she felt nothing. I cant touch you, either. But I can do this, he went on, stroking his cock harder and faster. Abbie watched fascinated as her late husband jacked himself off. Soon he was making those noises in his throat that told her he was approaching orgasm. Oh god oh god, he cried out. Abbie saw the organ twitch. Then, instead of the white cream she expected, a cloud of tiny bubbles shot from him. As he throbbed more masses of bubbles out, they floated up and disappeared through the ceiling. What the hell was that? Abbie asked in her confusion. I guess that must be ghost cum, he said. That was my first time and I didnt know what to expect, but I was pretty sure a dead guy couldnt produce sperm. But bubbles. Yeah. This afterlife thing is weird. Youre telling me, Abbie agreed. But why, uh, why are you naked? Why not. Im a ghost. My clothes didnt die, just me. I know its not like you see on TV. Since I cant touch anything concrete, theres no way I can wear clothes. Youll notice Im not really sitting on the bed. Abbie realized that he was actually sitting a few inches above the surface. And why do you have that? Abbie said, pointing at the penis which was still big and hard despite what had apparently been an orgasm. It usually takes a while for you to get it back up. Well, this is they way it was when I passed over - died, that is - so this is the way it will stay, no matter what, apparently. Seeing the sheepish look on Mels face, Abbie said, I think theres more to that story. Come clean now. I was kinda . . . uh . . . thinking of what I was planning on doing with you when the accident happened. And that caused a hard-on? Yeah. Sort of. Theres more, isnt there. Uh, yeah. Did anyone say anything about my clothes after the accident? There was something about your pants, but I wasnt paying much attention. Id just lost my husband, you know. Wait. I remember. Your pants were unzipped and pulled part way down. Oh my god! she exclaimed, suddenly realizing what had so distracted her husband that hed hit another car head on - and why his ghost had a hard-on. You were jacking-off, werent you? Yeah, I guess so. But I was thinking of you, dear. So, now its my fault? As much as she missed her husband, Abbie was still pissed off by what hed done. After he pleaded guilty to killing himself through his own inability to control his carnal desires, she finally calmed back down. It was hard to stay mad at a dead husband. Especially a naked one sitting on the edge of your bed. I wish you could touch me. I really need to be made love to about now. Alas, those days are over. All we can do is watch and encourage each other. How long? Are you going to be with me the rest of my life? Abbie asked, not sure what answer she wanted. She was glad to have Mel to talk to, but she had imagined that after a period of grief her life would return to a new normalcy. She even hoped someday to get laid, which would be hard with a dead husband hanging around. Im not sure. I know I need to move on, but I have this feeling that theres something that must be accomplished - finished - before that can happen. I just dont know what it is. The two of them, the live wife and the deceased husband, sat without speaking for a long while. Then Mel went on, One thing I know that needs to be finished is this house. We had lots of plans and you need to complete them. You mean the renovation and running a B and B? Yes, that. Theres no reason you cant afford to have contractors complete everything that needs to be done. What ever else that may have happened, money is not a problem anymore. They talked about what needed to be done to prepare the house to be a bed and breakfast. Mel had a specific general contractor in mind. Soon the house was full of construction workers. Abbie became inured to having a dead husband as a consultant. She was relieved to find that no one else could see or hear him. She did start to get a reputation for mumbling to herself, however. As the weeks went on the renovation went quickly. Theres nothing like lots of money to make contractors hurry things along. And downstairs, Abbie and Mel regularly masturbated for each other, both wishing that they could touch as well as observe. Usually Abbie brought herself to a nice orgasm, then shed watch as Mel coaxed bubbles out of his dick. Sometimes shed position her face above the phantom organ and when he reached his orgasm shed open her lips and let the bubbles drift up into her mouth. Of course she couldnt taste or feel anything as they drifted right through her. But despite everything they did, Mel never lost his hard-on. Finally the work was finished and Sam, the general contractor, was prepared to take Abbie through the rooms upstairs. Let me show you what weve accomplished. I think youre going to really like it. As Abbie started after the young man toward the stairs, Mel caught her eye. Wait a minute honey. Tell Sam youll meet him in Room Number One in a few minutes. Theres something I want to talk to you about first. After Sam went upstairs, Mel told his wife, You remember that the renovation was only part one of our plans for the upstairs rooms, dont you? Sure. Were gonna rent them out, too. Weve pretty much got the groundwork done to operate as a B & B. Thatll be up and running in a few weeks. That was part three. Part two was . . . You mean having sex in every room? We can hardly do that now, can we? We cant. You can. I can watch. You mean you want me to fuck other people in our house - while you stand around waving that thing in the air? She was slightly taken aback at the suggestion. But also more than slightly turned on by it. She needed to be fucked for sure. And the thought of her husband watching only made it more exciting. Thats right. And I think you should start in Room One with Sam. Hes been eyeing you for weeks. Im sure hed love to get in your pants. So you want me to go upstairs and screw this nice young man? Like in your fantasy? The one where you watch me fuck another man? You got it. Although in the fantasy I got to fuck you too, but this is as close as were gonna get now. Well hell, lets go seduce us a contractor. Honey, you are really a special person, Mel said approvingly. When they arrived at Room One Sam was standing in the hall. With a flourish he opened the door and escorted Abbie inside. Mel followed, walking through the door Sam had closed behind them. What do you think? Sam said. Oh Sam, its beautiful. Youve even refinished the bed from the basement. The old four-poster had a new mattress on it and was made up with an antique looking quilt. I hoped youd like it. And check this out, Sam said, showing her the closets and the attached bath. Its exactly like wed planned, Abbie said. And I really love the bed, she added, walking over to it and pulling Sam after her. Then, turning to the young man she stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching. Youve managed to bring our dreams to life. But theres one more thing we planned. Something I want you to help me with. Anything, Sam said. What do you need? You, Abbie said as she put her arms around him and pulled his body against hers. She looked him in the eye and, with a smile, said, We planned on christening the renovation right here in this bed. As she said it she slid her leg between his. Oh yes. I can help with that, Sam said, pressing his hard dick against her thigh. Then she kissed him. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mel slowly stroking his spectral erection. Breaking the kiss, Abbie stepped back and, grasping the hem of her skirt, pulled it off over her head. She held out her hands, presenting her nakedness to Sam who nodded in approval. So did Mel. Abbie turned and pulled the quilt down and off the bed. By the time she had climbed up on it Sam had his shirt off and was pulling his pants down. Abbie laid back against the pillows and watched as Sams shorts came down, letting his erection spring out. A real one at last, she thought. She spread her legs and said, Come here, baby. I need it bad. Sam bent over the bed, his face over her crotch. Then he leaned forward and covered her pussy with his mouth. Oh yeah, good, feels so good, Abbie murmured as Sam worked her over with his tongue. Oh shit yes! she cried out as he forced his tongue into her. She was vaguely aware of Mel standing by the bed, watching another man eat his wifes pussy. As good as it felt to have Sam go down on her, Abbie needed more. She grabbed the sides of his head and pulled his face up. Get up here. I want you in me. She didnt have to ask twice. Sam crawled up between her legs. She felt the tip of his cock against her pussy, then with a lunge she shoved it completely into her. God, god god yes, she mumbled. Then she kissed him open-mouthed. It had always turned her on to taste her sex on Mels face, and it did the same as she sucked her own pussy-juice off Sams lips. It felt so good to her to finally have a cock inside her - one that she could feel - as Sam drove repeatedly into her cunt. When she finally reached her climax she came with a scream. Then she screamed again as she felt Sams warm cum spurting into her. With a man lying on top of her, she couldnt tell where Mel was but she smiled as she saw a stream of bubbles floating through the ceiling. ***** It actually took a month to get the business up and running. Abbie was so busy she hardly even thought about sex. Of course having been thoroughly fucked after months of abstinence helped tide her over. The first week they were opened three rooms were rented out. Room One was occupied by an older couple who were house-hunting following the mans relocation to the home office. In Room Two was Phil, a former co-worker of Mels who was in town for a series of meetings. Room Three was rented to a woman from the U.K., Lacy, who was an executive in a London firm doing business with Mels old company. The first two days Abbie was run ragged. She was just learning how much work was involved with actually having guests in the place. And of course having a naked ghost hanging around was no help at all. By Thursday shed finally gotten into a routine that made life easier. On Friday the couple checked out, as did Lacy. But Ill be back in a fortnight, she said. And I wouldnt think of staying anywhere else. That left Phil, who wasnt leaving until the following morning. When Phil finally went up to his room, Abbie sat down in the kitchen and was enjoying a hard earned glass of wine when Mel walked in through the door, the closed door. Drink up, sweetie. Weve got Room Two to take care of. When Abbie gave him a blank look he went on. Our project, remember? What the hell are you talking about? Room number Two. Phil. You need to get up there so we can cross it off our list. Our list. Oh yeah, the sex thing. How cum its our list when I seem to be the one doing the fucking? she asked, although she realized that wasnt much of a sacrifice for her. Besides, what makes you think hes interested? Hes up there right now getting ready to jack off. He does it every night. Im sure hes thinking about you. He is married, you know. He could be thinking about his wife. Have you seen his wife? Who would waste a perfectly good fantasy on her? He had a point. Abbie had seen Phils wife. It wasnt that she wasnt attractive. She would be, if she didnt frown so much. Tight ass was the best anyone could say about her. Or bitch. And it got worse from there. Well, Im pretty tired. But . . . I might be interested. Abbie knocked on the door, then quickly opened it. Im here to turn down your bed, she said. Oh, I guess Im too late, she added when she saw Phil in the bed, the sheet pulled up to his chin. She also saw the sheet tented out in the middle. Phils hand was under the cover and it looked to Abbie like he was holding his dick up. Quickly Phil pulled his knees up, disguising his hard-on. Sorry, Abbie said. She closed the door behind her and walked toward the bed. But maybe there is something I can help you with. Abbie sat down on the edge of the bed and put her hand on Phils knee, gently pushing it down until his erection was exposed. Oh yeah, she said, heres something that needs attention. She grasped the hard organ through the sheet and gave it a soft jerk. Then she reached up and pulled the sheet down, revealing Phils naked body. He still had his own hand around his dick. Ill take care of that, she said, replacing his hand with her own. Phil just lay still, as if he didnt know what was happening. Abbie glanced up to where Mel was standing. Suck it, babe. Hell love it. So will you, she thought. Aloud she said, I love a man with a good, hard cock. The she added to herself, A live man with a dick I can touch." She bent over and ran her tongue around his crown, then licked down the length of him until she was kissing his balls. Running her mouth back up the length of him she found his cock-head covered with the slick fluid oozing out of him. She rubbed his pre-cum around on her lips before she looked Phil in the eye and licked the spunk off her lips. Glancing sideways, she winked at a smiling Mel. Thats so hot, Abbie. Suck it, suck his dick. Deep throat him, I'm sure he's never had that before," Mel said. Abbie opened her mouth and dropped it over Phils dick until it was poking against the opening to her throat. She hesitated, using her tongue to stimulate the organ in her mouth, then she dropped her head, forcing the cock completely into her throat, her nose pressing against Phils belly. Phil moaned as she shook her head before she pulled back. Abbie lifted her head, releasing Phils cock from her mouth. Looking him in the eye again, she asked, Do you want to cum in my mouth, Phil? Id like that. Still in a daze, Phil just nodded. Do it, honey. Make him cum, Mel said. Abbie smiled, then took the organ back into her mouth. She began stroking the lower half of the rod while she bobbed her head, stimulating the top half with her lips while she rubbed her tongue around the crown. She felt Phils ball sac contract and suddenly her mouth was full of his spunk. He throbbed several times, shooting more of his cum across her tongue. Baby, you give the best head, Mel said. Encouraged by her hubby - late hubby - Abbie swallowed everything she could coax out of Phil until finally she was left with a limp wad of man in her mouth. Only then did she release him. Thank you Phil. Thank you for giving me your cum. Abbie pulled the sheet back up to Phils chin. Goodnight now, she said as she walked out of the room. She realized that while Mel had talked all the way through the blow job, Phil had never said a word. But he did have a big smile on his face. ***** The next two weeks were busy even though the place was never completely filled. Abbie had calculated that she could break even with three rooms rented during the week, which was what she was averaging. Two weeks after her tryst with Phil he was back, but with his wife. Lacy also returned that week and was in Room Three. Phils wife Andrea was as awful as Abbie had remembered. Nothing suited her. She was constantly complaining. She didnt like the room, the food, or even the weather - and it was all Abbies fault. Abbie was glad shed given the bitchs husband a blow job - probably the only one hed ever get. Phil and Andrea checked out Friday morning, not a moment too soon. Lacy was supposed to leave that day also but she asked if she could stay over until Saturday, and Abbie gladly agreed. Friday when Lacy returned from work she asked Abbie to take the evening off and watch a video with her. You need a break after being nice to that harridan all week. How can that man stand being married to a bitch like that? I wonder if he ever gets any nookie?" Abbie smiled, but kept her mouth shut about the latter comment. Lacy had brought a DVD shed picked up in Paris and hadnt watched yet. After supper she and Lacy settled into the back parlor and Lacy put the movie on. As usual that morning Lacy had dressed in a blue power suit with a white blouse under her jacket. When she came back down with the video shed removed the suit and skirt, wearing only her blouse which barely covered her panties - knickers she called them. When she bent over Abbie saw that Lacy had also taken her bra off. Abbie could see the big girls swaying under the cloth. Abbie herself had changed into sweats after removing her own underwear. She had done it to be comfortable, but it seemed as if Lacy had dressed to be sexy. She had been successful. Sharing a glass of wine, they settled onto the sofa to watch the movie, which turned out to be in French, without subtitles. Lacy tried to translate as much as possible. While Abbie didnt get much of the dialog, the general theme was obvious. A Parisian housewife was falling in love with the woman who lived next door. At one point in the movie the two women were sharing an intimate embrace. As the scene became more steamy - a lot of clothes seemed to be falling off of the actresses - Lacy rested her head on Abbies shoulder. For some reason that seemed not only natural but also very pleasant to Abbie. Glancing down, she saw that Lacy was rubbing herself through her knickers. Abbie realized she could actually smell the other womans sex - or maybe it was her own. She had to admit the action on the screen was turning her on too. She was very aware of her hard nipples pressing out against her sweat shirt, and she hoped Lacy noticed also. She wondered, if she took the shirt off, Lacy might suck on her tits a little. Shed be glad to take over rubbing the other womans knickers. Mel, who was sitting in the air above the TV, was smiling, obviously enjoying watching the women trying to control their desire. As the film faded to black Lacy looked Abbie in the eye, almost as if she to be kissed. When that didnt happen Lacy said, I think Ill go up to my room now. Ill just pick up down here a few minutes, Abbie told her. As soon as Lacy had left Abbie addressed Mel. Remember that fantasy you used to tell me about? You mean the one with you and another woman? he said with a spectral smile. Of course I do, but it also involved me fucking one or the other of you. Actually I think it involved you fucking the both of us. Not going to happen now, is it? But what is going to happen is Im going to initiate Room Three. You comin? I will be. Abbie knocked lightly on the door to Room Three, then let herself in. Lacy was standing with her back to the door, facing the full-length mirror on the far wall. Her blouse was off and she was pinching her nipples. Neither woman said a word as Lacy watched Abbie in the mirror. Abbie smiled and pulled her own shirt off. The she walked over until her breasts were touching the other womans back. Reaching around Lacy, she replaced the other womans hands with her own, pinching the swollen nipples. Lacy leaned back, her head on Abbies shoulder. Nice. Feels so nice. Thanks, Abbie. And thank you for being so sexy, Abbie said. Lacy put her hand on top of Abbies left one, then gently pulled the hand down to her crotch. Abbie could feel the moisture seeping through the silk knickers. Lacy pressed on Abbies hand forcing the other womans fingers between her pussy lips. You are so wet, Abbie mumbled. And you? Lacy asked, reaching behind her and feeling for Abbies crotch. Mmm, yes you are, she said when her own finger traced Abbies slit through her sweats. Finally the women let go of each others pubes long enough for Lacy to turn to face Abbie. Embracing, the two women kissed open-mouthed, their tongues exploring each other. Breaking the kiss, Abbie asked, Are we going to make love? No, Lacy answered, Something better than that. When Abbie looked at her quizically she went on, What I am going to do is eat your sweet cunnie until you scream for mercy. Yes, that sound better. Know what Im going to do after that? Abbie said, kissing Lacy lightly on the lips. Tell me. Im going to fuck you with my tongue until you cum all over my face. As Abbie lay on her back, her legs spread, she thought that shed never felt anything as good as Lacys mouth on her pussy. The British woman probed and poked with her tongue and lips, finding all those spots that make any woman quiver. Abbie had to smile as her husbands ghost posed behind her lover, as if he was fucking the woman from behind. Of course Lacy couldnt feel the spectral dick boring into her - but Abbie could certainly feel Lacys fingers being forced into her cunt as the woman sucked on her clit. Soon she lost track of Mel as she began screaming in her own climax. Later, when she was going down on Lacys pussy, Abbie wondered if her husband was giving her the same faux-fucking hed given the other woman. She didnt much care. Abbie had never tasted another womans sex, although shed fantasized about it. It was better than shed imagined. Over and over again Lacy cried out in orgasm. Abbie couldnt get enough of the bitter-sweet juice flowing out of the womans cunt. When finally both of them were spent, the two women lay cuddling together, the smell of wet pussy permeating the room. Abbie smiled to herself as her dead husband gave her a big thumbs up. Room number Three was well taken care of. ***** On a Monday about a month after Lacy had checked out - not before she and Abbie spent another night feasting on each others body - Abbie was preparing for a full house. The first new guest to arrive was a man about Mels age named Jed. As Abbie was about to assign him to Room One Mel caught her attention. Put him in Four, Mel instructed. Happy that Jed hadnt noticed the distraction, she gave him the key to Room Four. She knew her late husband had some kind of plan, and since all of his prior plans had worked out to her pleasure she saw no reason to question this one. As the week went by she did begin to have doubts about Mels insistence that Jed be in Room Four. The man was very shy and hardly talked out loud, although he did seem to mumble to himself a lot. Abbie learned that he was a widower and was staying at the inn while waiting to move into a new apartment. He had sold the house he and his late wife had lived in. I just couldnt live with the memories, he told Abbie. Even though he kept to himself a lot Abbie felt herself growing close to him. Maybe it was because theyd both suffered the same loss, she kept finding things they had in common. After a while he started opening up to her and turned out to be a pleasant man with a dry sense of humor. On Friday evening Jed was the only guest left. He and Abbie had a pizza together in the kitchen, then Jed went up to his room as he usually did. As Abbie was cleaning up Mel floated in and sat on, or rather just above, the counter. I think you should take some more pillows up to Room Four. What? Theres only one person in that room, why would he need more pillows? He just does. Go get some and take them up to him. Youre not only dead, youre nuts, Abbie said, exasperated. Just then the house phone rang. Answering it, Abbie said, Yeah sure. Ill bring some up right away. As she hung up Mel asked, Who was that? You know who it was. The only guest in the place. And what did he want? Mel asked. Pillows. He wants me to bring him some more pillows. And you shut up! Her arms loaded with pillows, Abbie knocked on the door of Room Four. Jed let her in and pointed to the corner. I guess you can dump those over there, he said as he walked back and sat on the side of the bed. Abbie glanced at the sofa and saw Mel sitting there with a grin on his face. Looking back at Jed she saw he was also looking at the sofa. You didnt need these? she asked as she dropped the pillows. I dont know, I guess so, he answered. Im still kinda lost without Mandy, he said, referring to his late wife. I know what you mean. I feel the same way without Mel. How long . . . uh . . . how long have you been alone? Mandy died in a car accident on March the twenty-fifth. Huh? Abbie said. When was that again? March twenty-fifth. Out on highway five, he answered. I dont believe it, Abbie said. In the morning? Yeah. She was on the way home after working overnight. I was so looking forward to spending the day with her. Jed, Abbie said carefully. Mel died then too. I think they were in the same accident. After it set in, that Jeds wife and Abbies husband had died in the same head-on collision, Abbie asked tentatively, Do you see her? Mandy I mean. Uh . . . yeah. Shes sitting over there, Jed said, nodding at the sofa. Looking over at where Mel was sitting, Abbie said, Oh my god! Mel was still there, but he had his arm around an attractive, and slightly opaque, naked woman. Is that Mandy? Yes, Jed answered. Is that Mel? And who the hell did you think we were? Mels ghost asked. Sure, its us. Mandy and Mel, the female ghost added. I see shes naked too, Abbie commented. Not only naked, shes horny as hell. But then, I suppose thats why your husband, your late husband, has a boner. Yep. But theres a reason. Tell him, Mel. Tell him why you cant get rid of that erection. And also why you and Mandy ran into each other. Oh, I dont think it was it was Mels fault. Mandy, you go first. The truth is, Mandy started, then looked at Mel. The truth is, it was both of us. Abbie, I was so looking forward to what I intended to do with Jed that I just couldnt wait. And you, Mel? Me too. I was planning on a good time with my wife, and I couldnt wait either. So, Mandy went on, We were both distracted. Doing the same thing. Turning to Jed, Abbie asked, What is she talking about? Mandy was masturbating while she drove. Thats why her car drifted over the line. And Mel? Him too. He had his pants down and that boner in his hand. The two of them said without speaking a few moments, then Abbie asked, Has she been urging you to have sex while she watches? Uh huh. She likes to watch and try to masturbate. How bout Mel? Yeah, him too. And does she bubble? Like crazy when she tries to get herself off. So does Mel. They just shoot out of him. Then Mel broke in, If you two are through discussing our shortcomings, theres something we need to tell you. Yes, Mandy went on. Were stuck here until we finish what we were doing when we died. And we neither one can do that with you. We cant touch you and cant feel you. But since we are made of the same thing, whatever that is, we can touch each other. And feel it too, Mel said. Then he bent down and sucked Mandys nipple between his lips. Oooh, nice, she said. Its so nice, after all this time. So nice to be able to be touched and to touch someone - just like this. Pushing Mels face away from her tits, she leaned over with her mouth open, engulfing Mels erection. She bobbed her head a few times, eliciting pleased sounds from the male ghost. Then she sat back up. But what we need is completion. Like this. Mandy floated up, lying as if she was on a bed. Mel floated between her open legs. Oh yeah, she moaned as Mels erection penetrated her. Bubbles oozed out around his cock. God damn! Abbie mumbled. She could see her husband, her late husband, driving his spectral dick into the female ghost. But she could also see through Mandys flesh. She could see the dick impaling her, throbbing inside her. Oh fuck yes, Mel said. Mandy, your pussy feels so good. So does your cock. Fuck me, Mel. Fuck me hard. As Abbie and Jed watched, Mel repeatedly thrust deep into Mandys cunt, visible the entire time. Then suddenly they both cried out. Abbie could see the bubbles shooting out of Mel and into Mandy. She could also see the bubbles pouring our of Mandys pussy until the floating couple were almost completely hidden from view. Looking over, Mandy called out, Jed, Im leaving you now. I love you and want you to be happy. Please find someone to be with. You too, Abbie. I love you and want the best for your life. Goodbye now, Mel said as the bubbles completely obscured him and Mandy. Abbie and Jed sat silently as they watched the cloud of bubbles dissipate revealing nothing but empty air where the coupling ghosts had been before. Theyre gone, Abbie finally said. I think thats what they wanted all along, Jed agreed. Do you think they wanted us to make love? Abbie asked. I feel like we already have, Jed answered. So do I, Abbie agreed. We ought to do something, Jed said. We could go downstairs and Ill fix you a nice peanut butter and bacon sandwich. Id really appreciate that, Jed said. I hope so, Abbie answered. Maybe tomorrow you can change the oil in my car. It would be my pleasure. Yes, it will. How bout later tonight. We can watch Dancing with the Stars in the living room. I know well both like that. ***** (A big Thank you to another Erotic Stories author, moodcouple, for a lot of help in bringing this story to lifepun intended!)

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"Blind Date" Copyright 1999 by [email protected]. All rights reserved. --------------------------- I'd love to know what you think. Positive or negative, I'll try to respond to everyone (except obnoxious flames). Thanks. My e-mail address is [email protected]. ---------------------- Author's note: This is a little unconventional. Whenever you see the < > brackets, that shows the thoughts of the character. This is meant more as a humorous story than anything else. Let me know what you think. ---------------------- Blind Date by John A "Hello." "Hi, Michelle. This is Bob...Cindy's cousin." Bob said skittishly into the phone. <Uh-oh, he called> "Hi Bob, how are you? It seems I already know you really well. Cindy's always talking about you at work." Michelle was chewing her nails as she spoke, nervous about the prospect of dating, essentially, a perfect stranger. <Bob: She sounds nice, so far. What's wrong with her that she doesn't date?> <Michelle: This is crazy, I should just tell him that I'm not interested. I feel so ridiculous going on a blind date. I'm not ready to date yet.> "Yeah. Cindy brings you up every time I see her too." He was unsure of what to say. <Bob: Why go through this? Cin said she was a really sweet girl. I know what that means. But if I don't ask her out, seven kinds of shit will hit the fan the next time I see Cindy....Well, here goes nothing. It's just one date anyway.> "I was wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner Saturday night?" Despite the date being essentially prearranged, Bob's mouth dried as he awaited a response. <Michelle: I'm going to kill her for getting me into this. I haven't been on a blind date in years....Just because I haven't gone out in a couple of months, she becomes the merry matchmaker.> "Sure, that sounds nice. Where do you want to go?" < Well, I guess it's too late to turn back now.> "Do you like Italian food?" Bob asked. "It's my favorite." "Great. Do you want to meet at Dominic's at seven...or would you rather I pick you up?" Bob queried. <Please say we can meet. If this date is lousy, I don't want to have to take you home.> "Why don't we meet there, that'll be easier." Michelle said. <Like I want you to have an excuse to come back to my place after the date.> Bob breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok. I'll be at the bar waiting. I'll have a navy blue sportcoat and a red tie on....I'll be the one they're arresting for not wearing any pants." <Please get the joke....The last thing I want to do is explain the joke.> Michelle laughed heartily. "Well, I have no idea what I'll be wearing, but I'll see you at seven." she chuckled. <Ok, he's funny, anyway> "Ok, bye." "Bye." <Bob: Well, at least she has a sense of humor, this might not be so bad after all....Why am I kidding myself? This is a fucking blind date, how good can it be?> ------- Thursday night, Bob was returning his cousin Cindy's husband's circular saw when the subject of his date with Michelle came up. "Cindy, be honest. What does Michelle look like?" Bob furrowed his brow, worried about the answer. "I told you, she's great. She's really sweet." Cindy was enjoying toying with her cousin. <He's going to squirm on his. He can't wait to find out how pretty she is....Time to have a little fun.> "That's not what I want to know. What does she look like?" "You mean, *since* the electrolysis?" Cindy teased. "Cin, stop it. You're scaring me." Bob chuckled. <She can't be that bad, if Cindy's joking about her like this...can she?> "Relax, I'm kidding. She doesn't need electrolysis. If the room is dark enough, her beard is hardly noticeable...You are planning to take her to a dark restaurant, aren't you?" "Cynthia," his voice rose in agitation, "if you don't want to be tickled unmercifully, you better start telling the truth." Bob pounced from his seat and walked toward his cousin, and perhaps best friend, in a mock menacingly fashion. <She wants to play, now it's my turn.> "Okay, okay!" she shrieked. "Don't you dare tickle me. Bob! Stop it. Stop it! I'm kidding about Michelle." Bob sat down and Cindy smiled, satisfied with herself. "Except for that annoying colostomy bag of hers that she has to empty every few hours." Her eyes sparkled as she saw the exasperated look on Bob's face. <It's so easy to get under his skin.> "Cindy!" She laughed at his uncomfortable squirming then decided to ease his torment. "She's pretty, Bob. And before you ask, yes, she has a nice body." <I wish *I* had her body....Well, let's see what she looks like after a couple of kids. Stop it. Stop being snippy....Anyway, I look pretty good for a 34 year old woman with three kids.> "Then why is she going out on a blind date?" Bob asked, more to aggravate his cousin than anything else. "Why are you?" She countered. "A couple of months ago she ended a long term relationship and I've finally convinced her she should date again." "Yeah, but I don't need a blind date. I'm just doing this because of you." He smiled, confident that he got in the last word. "God, you men..." Cindy sighed in resignation. "I'm not as shallow as you think I am, Cin." Bob protested. "I hope not. You couldn't be as shallow as I think you are. Nobody could be." Cindy teased and stuck out her tongue. ------- "Shit!" Michelle spat, reading the instructions on the box of Monistat. <Michelle: Of all of the fucking days to get a yeast infection. I don't have a date for two months, and nothing. I have a blind date tonight and I have to deal with this too....It's not like I'm going to sleep with him or anything, I just don't need the aggravation of this fucking yeast infection.> Michelle continued getting dressed, trying to ignore the uncomfortable itching within her. She deliberated over what she was going to wear, finally settling on a knee length black dress. She felt it was nice enough for a date at someplace as elegant as Dominic's, but conservative enough as not to suggest anything to her date. <Michelle: And why the hell, come to think of it, can't this guy get a date? Cindy says he dates often, but he's her cousin for God's sake, she'd say anything to get him a date, wouldn't she? ...Am I just being paranoid about this whole thing?> Satisfied with her selection for the evening, she jumped in the shower and tried to convince herself that she would have a good time and tried to avoid coming up with reasons why her date would be miserable. After dressing and applying a light amount of makeup, she drove across town and pulled into the parking lot for Dominic's a few minutes after seven. She stopped just before she opened the door, straightened her dress, and took a deep breath. <Michelle: Well, here goes nothing.> She walked in and looked over at the bar, trying to figure out who her date was. There were about twenty men sitting down, and from her cursory glance her first reaction was to flee, flee while she had a chance. <Michelle: Oh, this is a mistake. 'He's perfect for you'. Why did I ever let Cindy talk me into this blind date?...Blue jacket, red tie, blue jacket, re...there he is. That has to be him. Oh, he's cute. This might not be so bad after all.> Michelle approached him nervously. "Bob...Hi, I'm Michelle." She gave him a friendly smile. <Bob: Hey, she's pretty, and great tits. Face up! Face up! Stop staring at her chest.> "Hi, nice to meet you." He stood and gave her a light peck on the cheek. "Would you like a drink? Our table should be ready in a couple of minutes." <Was the kiss too much? What the hell, she didn't seem to be bothered by it.> "I'd love a Rum and Coke....I'm glad to see you decided on pants." She sat next to him and smiled, hoping that her attempt at humor wasn't lost on him. Bob laughed, remembering his joke from their phone conversation. "Well, when I called for reservations, I asked them about their pants policy, and they suggested that I wear them...Plus all of my skirts are at the cleaners." <At least we'll be able to joke with each other tonight....Damn, she's cute.> Michelle giggled. "Well, I think you made a good choice." <He can dress well, and has a great smile....Maybe this won't be that bad.> "Not as good as you," he complimented her. "Cindy didn't tell me you were so pretty." <Stop staring at her tits, if she notices she's going to get pissed.> Michelle blushed as they made some small talk at the bar before being told that their table was ready. <Michelle: What the hell should I order. Should I order a 'first date meal', something small and simple like a dinner salad? But I'm hungry, I'm not a rabbit....What do I really care what he thinks of me. If he's so shallow that he's going to judge me based upon what I order, then I don't want to see him again anyway....That settles it, linguine with white clam sauce....Maybe I shouldn't, that always gives me gas. Screw it, this is probably the last time I see him anyway....Just to be on the safe side, I'll pop one of those antacids that take an hour to kick in.> <Bob: What am I going to order? I better not order anything with a red sauce, I'm such a slob, I'd probably splatter it all over my shirt....Fettucini Alfredo is out, all those cream sauces give me the farts. Yeah, that's the way to get a woman into bed, loud bodily noises....Maybe I'll get some fish -- salmon, yeah, that sounds good. That's safe, anyway. No farts, no burps, no spills. The perfect date food.> Bob ordered the broiled salmon and Michelle selected the linguine with white clam sauce. They each ordered a shrimp cocktail as an appetizer and chatted happily about everything and nothing; becoming very comfortable with each other. They flirted shamelessly throughout dinner, extending eye contact between the two of them and laughing at everything the other was saying. "Can I confess something Michelle? When Cindy suggested this, I thought it was a lousy idea, but I'm really having a great time with you tonight." <Don't take this the wrong way.> Michelle grinned as she tilted her head and brushed some wisps of hair from her eyes. "I'm having a nice time too, Bob." < Nice? Nice? The table cloth is 'nice', the tie he's wearing is 'nice'....I need a thesaurus with me. I should be able to come up with something better than NICE.> <Bob: should I reach across the table and hold her hand? I want to. It's a nice hand. It doesn't look as if it'll bite....But maybe she will, that would be nice....What the hell, nothing ventured...> After the plates had been removed by the waiter and they were drinking coffee, Bob reached across the table and gently took Michelle's hand in his own. She started at the contact but relaxed immediately and her hazel eyes sparkled brightly as she smiled deeply at him. "You have amazingly pretty eyes, Michelle." Bob said. <What the hell am I thinking? She's going to think it's a line....It *is* a line, I just don't want her to think it is....And her eyes are gorgeous, too. Maybe not gorgeous, but the way they light up when she smiles certainly is.> <Michelle: Oh, God what a line. Still, that is a sweet thing to say....I can't believe I'm getting aroused, we're just holding hands....I wonder what he's like in bed? This is nuts, it's a first date. Do I want him to think I'm a slut? Oh, Jeez, I actually *do* care what he thinks of me.> Michelle blushed, "Thank you, that's so sweet....What do you want to do after dinner? Maybe go somewhere for a drink?" She looked at him hopefully. The sparkling of her eyes started to spark the flame of his desire. "That sounds like a great idea. Have you ever been to The Windmill? They have a guitar player on Saturday nights." Bob offered. "Sure, that's a nice place, sounds good." <This is going very nicely....Am I going to end up sleeping with him tonight? I can't believe I'm considering this....But I'm a little .. wet .. just sitting here with him....Two months without sex is making me a very horny girl.> "But what about the two cars?" he asked. "I think it's silly taking both of them." "Well, I don't live too far away. You can follow me to my place and I can leave my car there, ok?" <Bob: Yes! We have to go back to her place at the end of the night....I have to thank Cindy....Michelle's a babe. Could that smile be any prettier? And, on top of all that, I think I really like her too.> <Michelle: What am I going to do at the end of the night? I really like this guy, but I don't want to seem easy...well, *too* easy, anyway.> "Great, let's go." Bob paid the check and the two of them walked hand in hand out of the restaurant. After Bob followed Michelle to her apartment complex, she got into his car and the two of them proceeded to The Windmill. On the way they chatted mostly about Michelle's experiences as Cindy's partner in their interior design business. <Michelle: Cindy didn't say he had money. This is a brand new Lexus. Now I'm just being shallow....I wonder what he does? Stop doing this, you don't want to get involved in a deep relationship. It's too soon. But...> <Bob: Ok, we've talked about her job and Cindy. We need to find some things in common. Cindy said she likes baseball, that's a start....She's actually managed to make wallpaper exciting....Well, maybe not, but I haven't fallen asleep at the wheel like when Cindy tells me about work....Good, only a couple of minutes until we get to the bar, I'm running out of conversation.> The Windmill was accessed from an outdoor stairway leading down to its subterranean location. They noticed that it was about half full and chose a secluded table in the corner to continue their date. Michelle ordered a rum and coke and Bob ordered a bourbon, straight up. <Michelle: Who drinks bourbon nowadays? I didn't think anyone since Bogart drank bourbon....Either this guy is a real man, or he's one heavy pounding drinker. I'm hoping for the former.> <Bob: Maybe a couple more of those and I won't have to work too hard tonight....God, sometimes I even disgust myself. Here's a sexy woman, who I think is attracted to me, and I'm thinking about getting her drunk. Maybe Cindy's right about me being shallow....*Is* Michelle attracted to me? Well, she didn't pull her hand away in the restaurant, and we've held hands off and on. She's laughing at all my stupid jokes, that says a lot. And I'm sure as hell attracted to her.> "So what do you do for a living?" Michelle asked as the musician was taking a break. "Oh, I design and test industrial strength condoms." Bob said with a straight face. Michelle snorted. "I thought they had machines to do that," she lobbed back, grinning slyly. <This guy is too funny....He's so cute.> "Well, normally they do." Bob continued, his straight face giving evidence of cracking, "But not in the large sizes that I test." "Oh. Is that so." Michelle flashed him a mischievous grin. "It sounds like an interesting position." "It is. It's certainly much better than my last job." "Oh, and what was that." she said chuckling. "I gave calonics to the chronically flatulent....Now that job stunk." At this, they both burst into laughter as Michelle made light contact with Bob's forearm. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and Bob could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he raised his hand to caress Michelle's fair cheek. He drew his head nearer and approached her delicate lips noticing that goosebumps on both of his arms were raised. <Bob: Well, here goes nothing.> <Michelle: Gentlemen, start your engines....Please be a good kisser!> Michelle parted her moist lips ever so slightly as Bob made pleasurable contact. The touch of their lips was electric and as they mashed them together it was all they could do to keep from making a spectacle of themselves in public. <Bob: We have to get out of here....What an incredible kiss....I want her now....We can't keep this up for long, someone might get pissed and say something....I've got to adjust this erection without her noticing.> Their lips separated, leaving a thin trail of saliva clinging to each of them. They held hands above the table, while beneath Michelle had removed her right shoe and began to run it up and down Bob's calf. <Michelle: How long do we have to stay here before one of us is able to admit what we both want? What's he doing? Does he have...he does and he's trying to adjust it without me noticing. Should I pretend I don't know what he's doing, or tease him....Tease works for me.> "What are you looking for Bob?" Michelle asked as innocently as she could. "Did you lose your keys?" <I shouldn't do this, it's so cruel.> Bob turned beet red. "No, I'm trying to get some money out of my pocket to get another round of drinks." " 'Twisted your money' Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" she teased. "Was it the kissing that 'twisted your money', or is it because I'm playing footsie with you?" Her eyes sparkled brightly as she looked at him in as sexy a way as she could muster. "I don't know about you, but I really don't want another drink." Bob practically gasped. <Looks as if I didn't manage to hide it from her.> <Michelle: YES!> "Oh, I've had enough too, maybe you should...take me home." Michelle's voice softened as she raised her eyes anxiously. <Bob: YES!> Michelle giggled softly as Bob discretely tried to adjust his erection while they rose from the table. They climbed the steps of the bar arm in arm as they fairly rushed to Bob's car, laughing at their haste. The car was silent on the ride back to Michelle's apartment, each of them consumed with thoughts of the upcoming activities. <Bob: I'm glad I jerked off earlier today, the last thing I'd want is to lose it too early....What does it seem that she might like? I wonder if she sucks cock. Maybe we can 69...I wonder if she likes to be eaten -- that's the stupidest thing I've ever said. What woman doesn't like to be eaten....Stop thinking about this, you're going to put too much pressure on yourself. Relax...Look at her, what a babe.> <Michelle: Oh, shit! I forgot to clean the bathroom after my shower...Did I make the bed today? I think I did. I hope so....Is the living room clean; I don't think so....I hope he doesn't think I'm a slob....I wonder if he'll go down on me. Please go down on me! I can't believe I'm getting wet just thinking about this. How long has it been since I had sex? Too long. Nine weeks now. It was nine weeks ago tomorrow that I broke up with Dave -- what an asshole. Don't think about him; forget him.> <Bob: It didn't seem like it took this long to get from her place to the bar. Can I get any more red lights. Come on, change, change. Finally. Only a couple of minutes until we get there.> <Michelle: Is this a mistake? What's he going to think of me, sleeping with him on the first date....He's going to think that I'm a great fuck is what (she chuckled to herself)....Too late to worry about that now Shel, I only hope that he's not an asshole and will call me tomor....FUCK! I left the box of Monistat out! I have to go to the bathroom before we start. Shit! Shit! Shit! Ok, relax, no problem. That shouldn't be too tough, a gentleman doesn't question a lady's trip to the lavatory before intimate relations.> They got out of the car and Michelle led Bob upstairs to her apartment on the second floor. They burst through the apartment and immediately began tearing at each other's clothes. Their lips came together in a flurry of passion and Michelle ventured her tongue hesitatingly into Bob's mouth. He accepted it hungrily, and parried her tongue's attack with his own, locking in a battle hidden by their mashing lips. Bob had hiked Michelle's dress up to her waist and was running his hands beneath her panties. Michelle, meanwhile was furiously unknotting his tie and removing his shirt, while maintaining full contact with his lips. <Michelle: Oh God. Let's just get to the bedroom. > <Bob: Oh, God. Her breath smells from that clam sauce she had with her pasta. Holy shit, they put a lot of fucking garlic in that. If she wasn't such a great kisser, I wouldn't be able to take much more of this.> Michelle broke the kiss and looked him seductively in the eyes. She took him by the hand and led him silently to the bedroom. "Why don't you get comfortable in here. I have to, uh, I'll be back in a minute." She smiled shyly as she headed into the bathroom. <Michelle: My breath must smell like a garlic factory, let me gargle some mouthwash....Where's that Monistat? Let me hide this thing, the last thing I need him seeing is this tube.> Michelle rinsed her mouth and slid out of her dress, and realizing she had no place to put in the bathroom, threw it over the shower rod. Then she removed her pantyhose and underwear and sat on the toilet to relieve herself. <Michelle: What should I wear? Should I wear anything? Should I put on my robe and leave the front untied, for a sultry, seductive look. No, that'll look dumb, it's not a very sexy robe. Besides, we're a little past the point of subtle seduction.> <Bob: Nice big bed....Keep your hand off your cock, you want to come before she even gets in bed?> Michelle stepped into the doorway, striking a pose, her naked body silhouetted by the light coming from her bathroom. <Bob: Look at that body. Beautiful. Nice full thighs. Tits are a little smaller than I thought, no big deal, they're still nice tits....Little Bobby's going to be a happy boy tonight.> <Michelle: I did this stupid pose, now what?> Bob held out his arm, signaling for Michelle to join him in bed. She slithered in next to him and they began kissing softly while exploring each other's body with their hands. Bob took the initiative and rolled Michelle on to her back, lavishing her body with kisses as he worked his way down her body. He kissed and nibbled on her neck before moving down to her breasts. Kneading the soft handfuls, he licked and gnawed at her engorged tips, flicking the with his tongue as he held them gently between his teeth. <Bob: I love these nips. They're so fucking long.> <Michelle: Ohhh. That's incredible.> "Mmmm, yeah. Suck on my tits." Michelle moaned. Bob continued giving attention to her breasts for the next few minutes before continuing his path down Michelle's body. He reached her pussy and gave some tentative licks to the outer lips, tasting her wetness. He traced her lips with his tongue, then lightly began teasing her clitoral hood. Michelle sighed in pleasure and Bob took the cue to give more direct stimulation to her clit. He paused, though, ceasing his tonging to investigate a disturbing odor. <Bob: What's that smell? Don't tell me she farted. She fucking farted? In my face....Well, that happens sometimes. Relax, just ignore it. She's probably embarrassed....She did it again?!?...This stinks down here> <Michelle: OH GOD, I farted! I hope it doesn't smell. My little farts usually never smell. I'd be so embarrassed. I knew I shouldn't have had the white clam sauce with my linguine. That always gives me gas. I'm just glad I haven't burped....He doesn't seem to notice anything, though. > <Bob: She has to realize I know she's farting. Give me a break, Michelle! ...How do get your date to take a shit? There should be a rule that makes sure you expel all of your bodily waste before you let someone go down on you....I've never fucked a girl up the ass without her having to run to the bathroom immediately afterward. Maybe I should have started her off with an buttfuck so she'd have to run to the bathroom and take a dump.> As well as the date had gone up to this point, it seemed to be taking an almost abrupt 180 degree turn. "Lick my pussy." Michelle said quietly, having noticed that Bob stopped. <Bob: Maybe I can blow this stench out of the way. Excuse me, I need a little oxygen down here! Ladies and Gentlemen, Dinner is served!....Oh, God. Somebody, please kill the chef, the dinner is spoiled.> <Michelle: What the hell is he waiting for, is he studying to be an OB-GYN, for christsakes? He started out so good, now he's just staring at it. Maybe he's never seen one before. Oh Lord, he's a virgin, he doesn't know what he's doing. I'm going to kill Cindy for this. WHY ME?? Why do I constantly meet these guys? Excuse me, do you want to borrow my camera, so you can have a keepsake??!! Oh, this was such a mistake! > Bob, relatively assured that most of the smell was gone, resumed his oral attack of Michelle's pussy, relaxing her once again. <Michelle: Finally! I hope I don't have to give him a lot of instructions. Cindy's going to hear it from me on Monday.> <Bob: Holy shit, trim some of this snatch hair, baby. Either that or find yourself some Amish people and knit a fucking quilt....What the hell is that taste? What is that? Is that piss? That can't be piss. I'm not licking piss. She didn't dab herself after peeing. This is so fucking gross. I can't do this. I'm just going to finger her.> <Michelle: Oh, great three licks and he's out. I can hardly wait until he puts it in me. What happened to the great guy I went out with tonight? ....What's he doing with his fingers? I hope he isn't trying to figure out where things go..... Oh, that's actually feeling good. Ohhh.> "Ohh, yeah, come on baby lick me, lick my pussy." Michelle groaned. <Bob: Lick her pussy again, why didn't I just get drunk and stumble home? Maybe I could have gotten lucky and fallen asleep in a puddle of my own vomit....On the bright side, I've already probably licked away all the piss. That's the bright side? That's the FUCKING BRIGHT SIDE???!!!.... What is this shit in here? This is like cheese. Excuse me, waiter, I didn't order cheese with my meal. Oh, that's not cheese, that's yeast? Thank you very much....I can officially be sick now. Maybe I should get some flour and water and bake a loaf of fucking bread down here....Hey Michelle, here's a hint, CLEAN YOUR FUCKING CUNT! Shit, let me just get this over with. This started out as such a great date. She's pretty, sexy, we have a lot in common...but what happened? ...Maybe I'll be home in time to catch the 2:30 Sportscenter.> <Michelle: What's he doing down there? If you don't know what you're doing then get out of there and let's get this over with....So much for expecting good sex after having such a good time earlier....This is just like when I started dating Dave. Now there's a guy who didn't know his way around the female anatomy...but he learned -- a little, anyway -- after I was very patient with him....What a real asshole he turned out to be. Two fucking years of my life wasted on him. 'Oh, by the way Shel, I met somebody else, have a nice life.'...bastard....Even after two years, he was lousy in bed. I'm just pissed that I wasted all that time with him....Well, I'm not going to waste my time with any man from now on. They have to be serious about me, and know what it takes to please me. I'm not getting any younger; 29 in October and I'm not going to fritter my life away on one loser after another, including Bobby-no-tongue down here....What the hell is this guy doing, anyway? Time for a lesson....Ugh, these men! Do any of them know how a woman's body works?> "Here, lick this" She spread her lips open, giving him better access to her sensitive little nubbin. <I've got to help this guy out; give him some clue what to do down there.> <Bob: I know what a fucking clit is, you bitch. I'm just nauseated by your cunt...I don't know what's worse, Michelle and her bakery down here or Tracy from a few months ago with the big snatch....Now that was a big fucking pussy. There was just so much extra skin that was in the way. It was like she had a set of fucking gills instead of pussy lips. A lot like those dogs with the jowls that hang down....If the saying about loose lips were true, Tracy could sink an entire fleet. (He chuckled to himself)... Oh, this just doesn't smell right. First she farts, then the piss, then the yeast, I'm done down here.> "Come on baby, suck my dick." Bob scooted up the bed, looking to get some satisfaction of his own. <Michelle: Talk about a dud, orally....And I had such high hopes for his potential.> <Bob: Would she be overly offended, if as a token of my affection, I buy her a douche? And do they only come in those Massengil boxes, or can you still find them in the bags like you hear so much about? Michelle began kissing her way down his chest until she got to his erect prick. She took it in her hand and licked up and down the shaft, periodically swirling her tongue around the head. <Michelle: What the hell is this smell? Like the container of Tupperware that's been left in the back of the refrigerator for a few months...Come on buddy, wash your dick...Oh, I hope I don't get herpes of the mouth....Cindy, you're dead!> <Bob: What's she waiting for. Don't tell me she doesn't know what to do! She better not use her teeth....How quickly can the best date of your life turn into the worst?> <Michelle: What is this white shit here? It's like it's dry and crusty. I have no idea what it is, but could this be smegma? This is what I needed, an up close view of Smegma. SMEGMA! I'm going to be sick. I've got to wipe this away before I do anything. > <Bob: Don't jerk me off, suck me. Come on put the fucking thing back in your mouth.> <Michelle: Well, that's a little better. At least he's not too big, no danger of gagging....I'm going to need to call my mother after this and swear at her, just so she'll tell me to wash my mouth out with soap....That's it, I'm out; I'm done dating. I'm becoming celibate, maybe even a nun....I've never thrown up on a dick before, this could be the first. It would probably improve the taste. I wonder if he'd leave right now if I did. Or maybe I can offer him money to leave. I think I have a fifty in my wallet; it'll be like reverse prostitution.> Michelle tried to hide her laughter, but couldn't help chuckling between sucks. Bob, meanwhile, was oblivious as he was enjoying the feeling of her lips and tongue on his cock. <Bob: At least she knows how to suck dick. That's not too bad. That noise that she's making feels real good on my cock, too. She better pull off soon, though, or I'm going to lose it.> <Michelle: This is enough to turn me into a lesbian....If he says he's going to call me I think I'll have to change my number....I'm going to be sick. I can't believe I lasted this long on his dick. I'm done with sucking this! When will this end?> <Bob: Good timing on her part. She knew just when to pull off.> <Michelle: He's ready to fuck. Please don't kiss me, please don't kiss me! Let's just get this over with.> <Bob: I'm rolling her over and giving it to her from behind. Her breath now smells of that fucking clam sauce mixed with mint mouthwash. I think the clam sauce smell by itself was better.> <Michelle: He's rolling me over. I don't have to watch!!! One point for me! Maybe I'll get real lucky and he's a premature ejaculator and he'll leave soon....Oh, God. I'm actually hoping that he's a premature ejaculator. I've never wanted anyone to finish as quickly as I do now!!> Bob slid his erect cock along the length of Michelle's pussy, getting it moist from the contact with her engorged labia. He plunged it in slowly, grabbing her hips as he did, feeling her walls engulf him snugly. He eased himself out before ramming forward with another thrust. Michelle grunted with his thrusts as her pussy got accustomed to the feeling of Bob's intruding member. Bob reached around to Michelle's front and began fingering her clit as rocked his cock in and out of her sex. Michelle whimpered under the dual attention her pussy was getting and found it difficult to concentrate on anything but the pleasure that she was receiving. <Michelle: Ungh. He's not bad at this. Ooh. Ooooh. He's good at this. Very good! Ungh. Maybe I was hasty at, ohhh, judging him. Maybe he just, ungh, can't eat, mmmm, pussy well, that's all. Mmmmm.> <Bob: What a tight little pussy. Ohhh. What the fuck is she doing with her cunt muscles? That's incredible. She's squeezing them on my dick. I've had girls do that before, but never like this; it's like she has a little hand in there squeezing me....Baseball. Football. My 75 year old neighbor, Mrs. Sanders. Come on, concentrate! Don't lose it. Think of something. World series winners: 1967, Cardinals; 1968, Tigers; 1969, Mets; 1970, Orioles; 1971, Pirates; 1972, 1973, 1974, A's; 1975, 1976, Reds; 1977,1978, Yankees; 1979, Pirates; 1980, Phillies; 1981, Dodg...Oh, much better, the feeling has passed. Come on, make this last....I think I'll hold off for a while now. Nice and slow. ...What a great fuck....Get it in deeply; bottom out....Fuck, she has a great ass. How pissed would she be if I switched holes? That ass is just too tempting, I'm going to have to lick my finger and play with it.> <Michelle: Oh God. What a fuck this guys is....What's he doing with his finger back there? Hey! Ohhhh that's nice. That feels so fucking good....I take back everything I was thinking about him. Ohhhh, fuck. OH! OH! OHHHH!> "Ohhhh, fuck me harder!" Michelle grunted. "Yeah, that's it baby. Mmmm. Come on, fuck me. Ungh." "Oh fuck, you're so fucking good. Your pussy is so hot." <Bob: Oh, shit. She's squeezing even harder. I'm not going to be able to take much more than this....Try to hold off, slow down the strokes....I want to come so bad, I can't hold off for much longer.> Michelle screeched in orgasm as Bob continued to pound away at her spasming pussy. Although he tried to hold out for as long as he could, the contractions of her vagina on his cock was too much. He could feel the pressure build in his balls and in just a half-dozen more furious strokes he lost himself within her tight fleshy walls. Out of weakness Michelle could no longer hold herself up on her hands and knees, and she flopped on her stomach. Bob rolled next to her and was sweating and panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. <Bob: What a great fuck. Ok, maybe she needs to douche, and farting in my face was bad, but that was honestly the best fuck of my life. The things she does with her pussy muscles are just incredible.> <Michelle: Mmmm. I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow, but that's fine....He might not be able to go down very well, but he sure knows how to fuck.> Michelle rolled over and snuggled close to Bob, idly running her fingertips through his chest hair. He lifted his arm up and placed it on her shoulder and absentmindedly began playing with her soft brown hair. <Bob: Now what? I can't just jump up and leave, but what the fuck should I do? This is so comfortable -- so right -- I could just fall asleep here....We had sex, but that doesn't mean she wants me to spend the night. This blows, trying to figure out what I sh...I'm hungry, I wonder what she has in the fridge. Stop worrying about food....Shit, what should I do?> <Michelle: Should I ask him to stay the night? Oh God, I hate this. If I ask him, he'll just come up with a lame lie about needing to get up tomorrow....Damn, I have to pee....If he lies about having something to do tomorrow, I'll get pissed....What am I going to do? The date was nice, but things were kind of awkward when we first got back. Awkward, that's a nice word. I was ready to vomit on his cock....I guess I overreacted. No, I *know* I overreacted....Do I really care what he does now, do I want to see him again? I guess I really do. He's a nice guy -- and a great fuck....I gotta pee. Come on, make a decision....Maybe if I go to the bathroom, he'll make the decision for us. He'll either be asleep or getting dressed with a lame excuse -- and if he comes up with one I don't think I want to see him again....I hate this.> "I have to get up and ... use the little girl's room." Michelle stated softly. <'little girls' room' That sounds so corny.> "This must be a larger apartment than it seems. I didn't realize you had a girls' room and a boys' room." Bob deadpanned. Michelle laughed and flashed a broad smile at Bob as she pounced up from the bed and walked gingerly to the bathroom. <Michelle: He's a really funny guy. And he was so nice on our date. And, well, the sex was....Please don't turn out to be a jerk.> <Bob: What a great ass -- and that smile. I've got to see her again, but I want to get out of here. I don't feel comfortable just inviting myself to sleep over....I've got to handle this just right.> As Michelle returned from the bathroom, Bob was buttoning his shirt, almost fully dressed. "Oh, are you leaving?" Michelle blurted out, unable to hide the sadness in her voice. <Don't get mad and don't cry. Just be cool.> "Michelle, I'd love to stay the night," Bob said sincerely, "but we hadn't talked about it and I didn't want to put you on the spot by inviting myself to sleep over." He smiled slightly, hoping that she would understand, and not think that he was just trying to get out as quickly as possible. <Michelle: He's not a creep. He's actually a nice guy.> "That's really considerate of you, but it would have been ok for you to spend the night, too." Michelle smiled as she was grabbing her robe, walking Bob toward the door. < 'would have been ok'? How about nice? Or sweet? I couldn't think of something better than 'ok'? I really am vocabularially challenged when talking to men....Is that even a word, I mean I th...What did he say?> <Bob: Now she says something....I could be asleep right now, with something nice and warm to snuggle up to.> "Well, as silly as it may sound after what we just finished doing," Bob blushed a bit and then looked into Michelle's eyes and smiled deeply. "But I didn't want to impose." <Bob: I hope I don't sound like a real weenie. 'But I didn't want to impose' -- oh yeah, major weenie alert.> Michelle smiled and reached out for Bob's hand, squeezing it in her own, and kissed him warmly on the cheek. "You're a nice guy, Bob. I had a great time tonight." <Ask me out again. Ask me out again. Come on, ask me out again.> "Would you, uh," Bob cleared his throat, "like to go out next Friday. Maybe dinner and a movie?" <Say yes. Say yes. Say yes.> "Sounds great," she gushed. "I'd love to." Bob sighed in relief. "Great, I'll give you a call this week to make plans." <Michelle: Kiss goodnight? No kiss goodnight? What's it going to be? This is silly, we had sex!> Bob answered Michelle's unspoken question by grabbing her hips firmly, bringing her nearer to him. He leaned in and their lips met tenderly, kissing for well over a minute, until they were forced to come up for air. Then they simply stared in each other's eyes for what seemed to them like a lifetime, transmitting a million thoughts and feelings to each other without uttering a word. "I should be going, it's getting pretty late. I'll give you a call this week to finalize plans, ok." Bob said, walking out her door. "Ok, bye." Michelle smiled as he headed toward the stairs. <Bob: I definitely have a new opinion of blind dates now.> <Michelle: I can't wait to thank Cindy Monday morning.> ----------------------- Copyright 1999 [email protected] All Rights Reserved

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"Meaner Than a Junkyard Dog" Copyright 1999 by [email protected]. All rights reserved. --------------------------- I'd love to know what you think. Positive or negative, I'll try to respond to everyone (except obnoxious flames). Thanks. My e-mail address is [email protected]. Author's note: I got the idea for this story one day when the Jim Croce song "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" came on the radio. I thought it would be interesting to see what Leroy's life was like and I wrote this. The story is set in the early 1970's and the characters use language that could be considered offensive by several different racial and ethnic groups. My intention is not to offend anyone, but to try to portray the characters as accurately as possible. -------------------------- Meaner than a Junkyard Dog by John A The opening of the door cast the bright afternoon light into the darkened corners of the dimly lit saloon, temporarily blinding those unfortunate enough to be looking in that direction. The harsh light, however, was mitigated somewhat by the six foot four inch frame of the man entering. Wearing a blue velvet jacket and matching pants, the man seemed much larger than his actual height, due in part to the two inch heels of his alligator skin boots and his five-inch Afro and in part to the presence with which he carried himself. Almost unnoticed, dwarfed by the large man's form and trailing just behind, was a pretty, petite, cocoa skinned woman wearing bell bottoms and a halter top. "Yo, Leroy. Where the fuck you been keeping yourself at?" called the bartender, smiling warmly at his friend. "Eddie, my brother," Leroy flashed a grin at the bartender. "You know me. I'm a busy man. I gotta go where the games is. Plus, I got me a boy out at Sportsman's been giving me some good tips." "Well, you better get your ass 'round here more, nigger. Or are you too good fo' us now? The next thing we know, you gonna be movin' with all them honkeys on Lake Shore Drive." The large bartender laughed robustly as the two men clasped hands. "Fuck you, man." Leroy joined his friend in laughter. "Say, Monique. You lookin' real fine. What you still doin' with this chump?" Asked Eddie. "I must be stupid," sighed Leroy's longtime girlfriend. "Sometimes, I wonder myself." "Well, when you get tired of him, you come see a real man." The older man's huge belly rippled as he laughed. "What you want to drink, sweetness?" Monique laughed at his playful flirtation. "I'll have a seven and seven, Eddie." Eddie mixed the drink for Monique and handed Leroy a bottle of his usual, a Colt 45. "Say baby," Leroy looked at Monique, "why don't you go over to a table and wait for me. I got some things to talk about with my man, here." "Don't you keep me waitin' long, Leroy Brown." Monique dropped a dime in the jukebox and selected a song by the Supremes before walking sexily to a booth in the corner of the dingy, smoke filled tavern. "Leroy, when you gonna make that girl an honest woman?" Eddie wondered. "Eddie, you know me. I got too much lovin' to go around." As Leroy grabbed the bottle of beer, the two large diamond rings on his right hand sparkled, even in the dim light of the bar. "Leroy, I don't know why, but that girl loves you, and she's one foxy mama. You keep fucking all of them whores," Eddie said 'whores' as if it rhymed with 'sewers,' "and you gonna lose her. That's the biggest mistake you'll make. You listen to me, now. That's a good girl you got there." "I know Eddie, you right." Leroy tried to placate his friend. "Ok, shut me up. But don't come bitching to me when she gets tired of your shit." "Say Eddie, what's up with the game?" Leroy changed the subject as the strains of 'Baby Love' played over the jukebox speaker. "Well, I was talking to Jimmy Jablonski..." Leroy cut Eddie off, "Jablonski, that fat fuckin' Polack. What the fuck is he doin' settin' up the crap game? I don't trust that mother fucker." "What the fuck you gonna do? He's bringin' in some real money. He got a couple of guys from the north side with deep pockets, a couple of rollers from Dee-troit and Cleveland, and a few guys from back east with some big-time dago backing, if you know what I mean. There's even a rumor that the old Jew from Miami might show up; you know the kind of scratch he has. There's gonna be a lot of green here next Friday, Leroy." Eddie hesitated and shook his head at his friend. "That's real money and Jimmy's bringin' it in. Unless you just want to play with a bunch of jerkoffs from Calumet City who might not even be able to scrape up a Benjamin? Forget about the Polack. Don't be stupid, Leroy. This is a night that can make a year." If it had been anybody else but Eddie Jackson who spoke to him like that, Leroy would have pulled his 'Saturday Night Special' from his pocket and had it pointed down the man's throat. But Eddie was like a father to Leroy. After his mother died when he was 14, Leroy was taken in by Jackson and his wife and treated like a son. And Leroy never forgot what Eddie did for him. When Eddie needed some money a couple of years ago to keep from going out of business, Leroy stepped forward and paid off all of Eddie's debts in full and wouldn't hear a word about being repaid. Leroy was a tough man, but he was fiercely loyal above all, and he never forgot what Eddie and his wife, Shirley, had done for him. But with the rest of the world, Leroy Brown had a ferocious temper, and was more feared by everyone on the south side than anyone else -- for good reason, too. Even some of the cops were afraid of him. Ever since he was a teenager, Leroy worked the streets; running numbers, making 'deliveries,' running protection rackets, pimping, and enforcing gambling debts among other things. Before too long the streets of the south side of Chicago belonged to him, and Leroy began moving up in the seamy underbelly of what passed off as south side society -- although the cops tended to define that type of 'society' as 'vice, narcotics, and racketeering.' Above all of his other talents, Leroy was a skilled gambler, and now that was the way he made the bulk of his money. Crap games, horses, running numbers games, cock fights -- Leroy had a hand in all of them. He either ran the game and collected the vig, or was a player and was better than most around him. He had his 'boys' at Arlington and Sportsman's Park clocking the horses' morning workouts and hanging around the stables, finding out information the general betting public didn't know. Leroy also made it a point of being very generous with the stableboys and practice riders, who made very little money and were more than eager to feed Leroy some bit of info that perhaps not even the trainers knew. But Leroy's big game, his big score, was Craps. Dice was where Leroy made his big money. There were more illegal Crap games floating around the south side than all the legal ones in Vegas combined, and Leroy had a hand in most of them. Next Friday's game would be one of the biggest games of the year, with high-rollers coming in from all over, playing in the back of Eddie's Tavern -- Eddie's private room was designed for that very activity, hosting a regular game every Saturday night. Friday's night's game would probably have a minimum of $1000 hinging in each roll of the dice. And Eddie was right, there was going to be some huge money there next Friday. If Leroy wanted to have the chance to make a serious score, he needed to be there, Jablonski or no Jablonski. "All right, Eddie. Fat Jimmy's bringin' in some players. I still don't trust the prick." "Me neither, but he's not gonna fuck with *you*, Leroy." Eddie said with finality. Leroy took leave of his friend and joined Monique at her table. Monique DuBois grew up in the same apartment building as Eddie and Shirley Jackson and had known Leroy since they were both teenagers. The daughter of the local Baptist church's deacon, Monique was raised in a very strict home and wasn't allowed to date until she had been 17-years-old. But that hadn't stopped her from being good friends with Leroy, though. And shortly after turning seventeen, against her parents' better judgment, Monique began dating Leroy. Whether it was how dangerous it made her feel, the thrill of being with the 'baddest man in town', as Leroy was known, or being with someone whom she knew was truly a sweet and caring man to those he was close to, Monique couldn't explain it. What she did know now was that after being with him for almost ten years, off and on, she truly loved Leroy, and knew that in his own way, he loved her too. "You all ready for your 'big game,' sugar?" Monique asked. "Baby, Leroy's gonna be making a big score next Friday." Brown smiled broadly as he gulped down the remainder of his malt liquor. "You gonna come and watch?" Monique snickered. "Wait in the bar from ten at night until God-knows-when in the morning, getting hit on by every man who comes in here? No thank you." She smiled broadly, her chocolate eyes sparkling at her boyfriend. "But you can take me someplace real nice Saturday night with all your winnings." "You're on, baby. We'll have a big night at the Four Seasons. A fancy dinner, then we'll spend the night in one of those penthouse suites. We'll show those uptown mother fuckers that Leroy Brown is a man with class and style." "That sounds great, sugar. I can't wait." Monique cooed. Leroy smiled and gulped down the remainder of his drink. "You all set, baby?" "Yeah, I'm done. Where are we going?" Monique asked. "I thought we could go back to my place for a while." Leroy grinned lasciviously. "Leroy, what kind of a girl you think I am?" Monique said shrilly. "Why don't we go someplace nice tonight and then we'll see what happens." "I'd love to 'nique," Leroy hung his head a bit, "but I got some business to take care of tonight." Monique raised her voice. "Yeah, I know what kind of business you got to take care of. I don't..." Leroy cut her off, "No baby, it's not like that. I really have to see some people tonight." "I don't know why I stay with you Leroy." "You love me, baby. You love me." He said glibly. Leroy and Monique said goodbye to Eddie and left the bar. They walked around the corner and got into Leroy's Eldorado convertible and drove the four blocks to Leroy's apartment. Leroy's apartment was the typical single male's apartment. Spartanly furnished, its main focal point was the enormous stereo and television in the living room, and the large collection of albums near the Hi-Fi. Monique began flipping through the albums, looking for something to play as Leroy was fixing a couple of drinks for them. She put a Sly and the Family Stone album on the turntable as Leroy sidled up behind her. He began nuzzling her neck and squeezed his body against hers, pressing his hardening penis against his girlfriend's ass. "I told you to put your gun away before you walk up to me." Monique joked. "This ain't my gun, baby. It's 100 percent Leroy." Brown brought his right hand to Monique's braless tits and began fondling them through her top. "Mmmm." Monique turned around and kissed Leroy deeply as she started to stroke his ever-hardening cock through his pants. Leroy removed his hands from her breasts and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, letting them slide to the floor. He sank his hand in the front of her panties, finding her treasure already wet. "Damn, baby, you already hot." Leroy remarked as they groped each other on the way to the bedroom. "That's the way you get me, sugar." Monique had removed her halter and slid her panties down as she plopped on the middle of Leroy's king size water bed. Leroy stood by the bed, removing his velvet suit, admiring the beautiful form of his sexy girlfriend. He sat on the bed and removed his boots, placing the six inch switchblade which he always kept in his right boot on the nightstand. He stood and removed his boxers, freeing his large, thick cock from its cloth sheath. "Oooh, baby. You get down here and give me some good lovin'." Monique purred. Leroy climbed on the bed and took one of Monique's ample breasts in his mouth, gnawing on the nipple. She writhed on the bed as he sucked on her tit and began to finger her pussy. Not one for tenderness, Leroy probed inside her sex roughly, making sure she was wet enough to handle his enormous tool. After just a few minutes of foreplay, Leroy was atop her, beginning his opening thrust. "Unggh." Monique gasped, in both ecstasy and discomfort as the forceful intrusion caught her by surprise. Leroy pressed himself fully inside his girlfriend, stretching her out to such a degree that would have seemed impossible because she was a rather small framed girl. His technique wasn't spectacular; he was the type to thrust in fully and withdraw and then repeat the process again and again, forcefully. What was spectacular was Leroy's stamina. It always amazed Monique that she was able to come so often through Leroy's simple pounding. Perhaps it was the ferociousness of his thrusts, or perhaps it was his sheer size -- Monique didn't understand it, she only knew that it felt great. After about twenty minutes, Monique could feel her self begin to tingle. Indeed, her breathing got ragged and her cunt muscles started to clamp down in orgasm on Leroy's prick. Leroy slowed his pace a little, leaning over to kiss Monique tenderly. Lightly extending his tongue over her lips, he waited until her breathing became more settled before he increased the intensity of his thrusts once again. Monique's second orgasm was much more forthcoming than the first, and she was screaming in joy as the waves of pleasure washed over her. "That's the way to take my cock, bitch." Leroy grunted, almost incoherently. "Leroy's going to fuck your cunt dry, baby." "Give me your cock, mother fucker. Fuck my pussy hard, fuck me, Leroy. Ohhh. Fuck. OHHH!" Monique squealed in orgasm. Four more times, spanning another hour, Monique achieved orgasm, each one, seemingly, more powerful than the previous. For the last of Monique's orgasms, as she was yelling out with pleasure and scratching deep welts in his back, Leroy could feel his own boiling sensation deep within himself. As Monique's vaginal walls were spasming around his cock, Leroy blasted off in his own intense pleasure, overflowing her sex with his own fluid, before collapsing next to her on the bed. After about ten minutes of silence, Leroy spoke, "Damn woman, you're going to kill me." "I'm going to kill you?" Monique, still breathing heavily, raised her eyebrows. "I'm not the one with the nine-inch weapon between my legs. I thought I was going to pass out that last time I came." He chuckled. "Well, you sure do make me feel good, baby." "You make me feel good too but you know what would make me feel really good?" Monique said hopefully. "Woman, are we going to have this talk again?" Leroy said with more than a little exasperation in his voice. "Don't give me that 'woman' crap, Leroy." Monique's voice was raised. "You know what I'd like you to do." "A real man don't need to do that shit. The only reason guys suck on their woman's twat is 'cause they can't please her the regular way. What do you think I am, one of those white pussies from Lincoln Park who don't know how to make his woman feel good with his dick?" "That's not my point, Leroy." Monique sighed, knowing that she wasn't getting anywhere with this discussion once again. "Listen to me, baby. When we in bed, do I make you feel good?" "You know you do." Monique agreed emphatically. "So, what else do you want? Leroy Brown don't do that, you know that baby." Monique started with a fury in her voice. "Well, one of these days, you're not going to have me around if you don't start treating me better. One of these days you gonna realize what you're giving up. You go around fucking all your hoes, but they just want you for your money. You know I'll always be there for you. You're just too stupid to see it for yourself." Monique jumped up from bed and stormed to the bathroom as Leroy closed his eyes and sighed. He was firmly convinced that 'real men' didn't need to perform oral sex on their women to satisfy them but he also knew that she was right about one thing -- he needed to be a man and take their relationship more seriously. He also was honest enough with himself to know that perhaps he was a little too afraid to settle down, feeling the need to keep up his 'reputation.' He knew that he loved Monique, but while there weren't many things that frightened him, marriage was certainly chief among them. He admitted to himself that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, he just didn't know if he was ready to begin the rest of his life quite so soon. 'I'm a young man,' he thought, 'it'll be a while before I get that wake up call. But someday it'll happen. Eddie's right. That sure is one fine woman I got.' Leroy tried to dwell on it a bit more but his thoughts were getting ragged, his eyes got heavy and he just rolled over and fell asleep. --------- Over the next week and a half, Leroy spent his time going to the track, overseeing his various 'business' ventures, and collecting various debts owed to him to raise as much money as he could for the big crap game. In fact, the 'business meeting' Leroy had to leave Monique to attend actually entailed going down to Archer Avenue to collect money from a couple of the prostitutes for whom he pimped. He would just as soon have not continued pimping, but the four girls he protected had been with Leroy for three years and had always been good to him. So, out of loyalty to them, he continued. By the time Friday night came, Leroy had accumulated over $27,000 cash in preparation for the game. That was about half of what Leroy called his 'working' capital. It was more than enough money to stake the game, but not so much that he'd endanger his ability to adequately stake himself in future games, such as the big one in Milwaukee in about a month. He walked into Eddie's saloon shortly after nine, and wound his way through the busy Friday night crowd, greeting his old friend at the bar. "Eddie, my man. What's up?" asked Leroy. "Leroy!" Eddie smiled broadly at the appearance of the man whom he considered his son. "Fat Jimmy just got here a little while ago; he's setting things up in the back. The game's going to start at ten. See those guys over there?" Eddie tilted his head toward the end of the bar. "Those are two of the dagos from back east. One's from New York and the other's from Philly." "You keep 'em filled with drinks, I'll cover it later." Leroy chuckled. "Anyone else here?" "A couple of other guys are here. Don't worry, I've been liquoring them up. The old Jew, Heillman, from Miami is here but he don't drink nothing stronger than Ginger Ale." "That's ok. The booze ain't going to change the way any of these guys play, anyway. I'll catch you later, I'm going back and seeing what that fat Polack bastard is up to." Leroy walked past the bouncer into the private back room. "Leroy, how's it going?" The obese Pole forced a smile as he was arranging things around the large crap table. Leroy noticed that Jablonski was sweating profusely, despite the cool temperatures of the room. "Not bad," Brown responded coldly. "Everything all set?" "Pretty much. Most of the guys are here already. We're just waiting for a couple more. We should have about fifteen guys." "Good. I'll be out at the bar." The back room was for players only, and it was just shortly after ten that Fat Jimmy was passing around the dice for their inspections. Each of the men, in turn, took out their various dice testing devices to make sure that they weren't playing with unevenly weighted, or loaded, dice. Leroy looked around the table, examining his competition. In addition to Fat Jimmy Jablonski, there were the two well dressed men from back east with the mob backing, Paulie Benedetto from Brooklyn, and Anthony 'Tony Balls' Bellotti from Philadelphia. Next to them were three semi-regulars to the Chicago games. Leroy thought that they were all from the north side, although they could be from the suburbs, too. Though they weren't dressed particularly well, Leroy knew from past experience that they had a lot of money to bet and they didn't particularly care whether or not they won, they were just there for the action. Leroy guessed that they probably spent much of the evening prior to the game getting coked up; their judgement would certainly be impaired, at best. Those are the best players to have at a game, Leroy thought. Next to them were several people Leroy didn't recognize, but by the look of their finely tailored suits, they looked to have money to burn. Leo Heillman, from Miami, was next to them. He was the player to be most feared in the game. He had the deepest pockets of any of the players, and the most experience. It was rumored that Heillman had been shooting craps since he was a kid on the lower east side of Manhattan. Between running games for the mob and playing in a fair amount himself he was able to afford a major interest in one of the fancy Havana casinos before Castro came to power and closed them all down. Despite that setback, he still had a hand in most of the illegal games in south Florida that fled north after Batista's fall and was probably worth more than everyone else at the table, combined. Next to Heillman was an enormous, severe looking man, who perhaps rivaled Leroy in size and never cracked a smile. He was an unknown to the game, in fact all they knew of him was that his name was Luther, he was from Detroit, and had some previous business dealings with Fat Jimmy. An unknown player, thought Leroy, was dangerous. The remaining players were familiar to Leroy, and posed no threat at all. They were generally under funded for a game of this size and that, more than luck or play style, is often the death knell for a craps shooter. A large enough bankroll is absolutely necessary to ride the losses when the dice are running cold so there will be enough in reserve when the dice start to heat up. And despite whatever the study of statistics says, dice, much like women, run hot and cold from one moment to the next. The key is knowing how to handle them when they're cold so you'll still be around when they warm up again. At a thousand dollars a roll, minimum, unless these guys got hot in a hurry, they were going to be out fast. After the dice had been thoroughly inspected to everyone's satisfaction, the game began. Out of respect, it was agreed that Leo Heillman would come out first. Setting the tone for the night, he laid $1500 down on the line and waited as the others dropped their cash on the table and covered his bet. After the last of the $1500 was matched, Leo sent the dice bobbing over the baize surface of the table, making them rattle off the far rubber wall. Six showed up on the dice and became the point. "I've got five small to make the point." Leo said, now offering to place an additional $500 down on whether he could make a six before a seven came up. "I'll lay the full five, at even money." Leroy covered the bet, knowing full well that the shooter had five chances out of eleven to make six before a seven was rolled and should be getting 6-5 odds, instead of the even money he was offering. "On." agreed Leo as he prepared to roll the dice again. Private craps, as they were playing tonight, was a much different game than Casino, or Bank, craps as was played in the hotels of Nevada. In Casino craps, each player plays against the house, which accepts all bets. The odds the players receive give a slight advantage to the Casino, and this 'vig' is what allows the casinos to make money. Over time, the one to two percentage point advantage that they have translates into tremendous profits for the casinos. In private craps, there was no 'house'. The other players covered the bets of the shooter, and each time he sevened-out, the roll would be passed to the player to his left. Although the Vegas Strip hotels would comp -- that is offer free -- high rollers like these flights to and from Vegas, rooms, meals, and even female companionship, most of the big players preferred the huge private games such as this one tonight. The stakes were generally higher, but more importantly, these games were under the table and the IRS would not find out how much money was bet -- and won. Heillman shook the two dice in his hand, needing to roll a six, his 'point', before he rolled a seven. He threw the dice several more times, none of which got his needed six, or the desired result of the players covering his bets, a seven. With each successive roll the table became more animated, the players shouting out their encouragement for one result or another. "Seven!" The shouts arose from around the table. Heillman's money was divided up among the players who covered it, and the $500 'odds' bet was pushed toward Leroy. Luther was the next shooter, and he laid $1000 on the table, which was covered by the players. He established a point of nine and dropped another $1000 on the table. Leroy immediately yelled, "Covered for $1200." "Fuck you man," was Luther's curt reply. "Those odds suck." "$1300." Leroy simply replied. "On." Leroy once again was getting the best of the percentages with the shooter. By offering $1300 to cover a $1000 bet, his percentage advantage was enormous. Since there are four ways in which a nine can be rolled, compared to the six ways which total a seven, true odds should be 3 to 2. For the odds on Luther's bet to be true, Leroy should have covered with $1500; by only covering with $1300, Leroy was giving himself a huge advantage. Luther rolled several numbers, none of which were nine or seven. Some of the other players were throwing down money on the side numbers. That is they were betting that other point numbers, 4, 5, 6, 8, and 10 -- it generally is considered bad form to place side money on the shooter's point -- would be rolled before the shooter rolled a seven. Most players don't like to take these bets, and in many games go uncovered. But these were the bets that Leroy thrived on. Offering such unfavorable odds that would often result in a 30 or 40 percent advantage, Leroy used these side bets to clean up. All the side bets were laid and covered, most by Leroy, and although he had to pay off on two sixes and a ten, when Luther sevened out, Leroy had netted himself $5600 and was well on his way to a big night. Several other shooters began rolling, none with too much success. The dice were very cold, which was frustrating to most players, but a boon to Leroy. Covering many of the bets, Leroy had found himself up over $12000 without the dice having made a full circle of the table. Then the dice were placed in front for Leroy. Leroy always passed on the roll. In most games, that's the type of thing that will create enemies real quick. But Leroy had always told the story of a small game he was playing in when he was a teenager and was shooting when he learned the tragic news that his parents had been killed in an auto accident. Ever since then, he would relate, he could never bring himself to shoot the dice himself. It was, of course, all a lie. Leroy had never actually known his father; Thomas Brown was the innocent victim of a crossfire on the El when Leroy was just a baby. And Leroy had been at his mother's bedside when she died from cancer thirteen years ago. Still, it was a nice excuse not to roll the dice and take the worst of the odds. Leroy didn't become who he was by being a fool. 'Let all of those others shoot the dice,' he thought. 'I'll take the odds and over time all their money too.' Over the next two and a half hours the dice were in various stages of warmth, as the players would say. A couple of shooters got hot on their rolls -- namely Heillman and Tony Balls -- but for most of them, the dice were pretty cold. By 12:30, the three north side 'coke heads' as Leroy had categorized them had lost a combined $65000 and were out of the game. Also gone were four of the underfunded players, and $36000 with them. Paulie from Brooklyn and the $40000 of mob money he brought with him had also departed. Most of the remaining players were either down or up no more than a couple of thousand. Heillman, whom it was later learned had staked himself with $75000, was up about $28000; Tony Balls, through a couple of hot rolls of his own and some judicious coverage of bets, had added $37000 to the $25000 he showed up with. Leroy, however, was the big winner on the evening thus far having added over $70000 to the $27000 he staked himself to. "I got to go take a piss and get something to drink. I'll be back in about a half hour." Leroy picked up his money off the table and headed back into the main bar. Fridays at Eddie's was always hopping and tonight was no exception. Eddie had two other bartenders and two waitresses working to keep up with the crowd, but when he saw Leroy emerge from the men's room, he called over his old friend. "Don't tell me you out already man?" Eddie furrowed his brow in concern. Leroy laughed heartily. "I'm just taking a break, give me a .45, Eddie, while I hit the can." "So, are you gonna tell me how the fuck you doin', or do I get to play 20 questions?" Eddie asked as Leroy returned from the bathroom. "I haven't counted it yet. But I guess I'm up pretty close to 60, 70 large." "No shit?" "No shit, man. I'm fuckin' on fire. Those dice are so fucking cold. But I think the game might not last too late, players are dropping like flies. We won't have enough for a good game before too long." Leroy took a long swig from his drink, and as he tilted his head back, he noticed a beautiful woman sitting alone at the other end of the bar. "Say, Eddie. Who the fuck's that bitch? She working?" "I don't think so. She been in for a couple of hours. A bunch of guys went up to her, but she shot 'em all down. Not any kind of pro I ever seen turn down that many guys. Plus, she's been checking her watch every few minutes; like she's waiting for somebody." Eddie observed. "She's one foxy lady. I think Leroy needs to introduce himself." "Hey, Leroy, what about Monique?" "What Monique don't know won't hurt her." Leroy chuckled as he headed down to the other end of the bar. "I think it's a crime that such a pretty lady should be alone." Leroy took the seat next to her. "And who are you, the date police?" "No, my name is Leroy Brown, and I hate to see such a foxy mama all by herself." "So what do you think you're going to do about it?" She asked haughtily. "Well, first I need to find out your name and find out why you're alone?" "My name's Doris and I'm waiting for my man." "Well Doris, I don't know what kind of man would make such a sexy woman wait in a bar for him all night." Doris stared deeply into Leroy's eyes, becoming instantly attracted to this man whom she only had known for a few minutes. "I think you're right. What do you plan on doing about it." She wet her lips sexily with her tongue and started running her index finger along Leroy's forearm. "Well, I happen to have access to a room upstairs. I'll make you forget all of your worries." Leroy then turned to Eddie, "Say, my man, throw me the key. And take this green and throw it in your safe." Leroy handed more than $97000 to his friend. Eddie sighed in resignation and tossed Leroy the key to the small apartment above the bar after dropping the cash into the large grey safe. Leroy led Doris up the back stairs and into the second floor apartment. They threw themselves at each other, savagely mashing their lips together. Leroy parted her lips with his tongue and she eagerly sucked it into her own. They moved to the bedroom, where Leroy fell back on the bed and Doris straddled him, furiously unfastening his pants. "You think you're pretty slick with women don't you?" Doris said as she was yanking down his boxers. "Well, they do call me the 'treetop lover'." Leroy boasted. Doris gasped as she removed his nine inch cock from his pants. "Leroy, they might call you the 'treetop lover', but right now I'm interested in that tree trunk." With that, Doris opened her mouth widely and engulfed his huge member, getting about half of it in. With one hand she violently pumped his shaft while timing her hand strokes with the bobbing of her head on his cock. Leroy lifted Doris off of his cock and finished taking his clothes off while her dress slid off of her sexy body, revealing enormous tits with jet black areolas topped by three-quarter inch nipples. Leroy licked his lips as he pulled Doris down on the bed. She climbed on top of him and gingerly lowered herself on Leroy's prick. She grunted in a combination of pain and pleasure as Leroy bottomed out. Riding him like a cowboy, her breasts jiggled obscenely as Leroy tried to corral them in his large hands. He grabbed them roughly in his hands and lowered a nipple to his mouth, nibbling on its stony peak. Doris moaned her pleasure and bucked her pussy harder on Leroy's cock. Her movements became more clumsy and Leroy had to grab her by the hips to steady her. She grunted and squealed in orgasm as she collapsed on Leroy's chest. They lay like that for a couple of minutes, Leroy's cock resting just inside Doris's sex. He flipped her over, entered her quickly, and began pounding her pussy without remorse. She came shortly and came again, and then three more times, yelling loudly with each orgasm. Leroy sped his movements, knowing he needed to get back to the game, and his cock erupted, releasing a torrent of semen into her well fucked cunt. They dressed quickly and silently, sharing a light kiss before leaving the apartment to head back to the bar. As they emerged from the back stairway Doris turned white as she looked in the direction of the bar. The object of her attention was an enormous man who had just emerged from the back room. "Where the fuck you been, Doris?" Luther boomed from across the bar. "Now settle down Luther." Doris replied meekly. "Don't give me that 'settle down' shit," Luther bristled. "What the fuck you doing with this chump?" "Who the fuck you callin' 'chump', nigger?" Leroy responded angrily. "I'm callin' you chump, mother fucker." Leroy was not a man accustomed to being yelled at in a hostile fashion and in Eddie's place, which he considered part of his 'turf', this was an affront that he could not let go unchallenged. With a mighty grunt, Leroy sprang from his feet like a puma and retrieved his switchblade from his boot all in one motion. His lunge landed him to within two feet of Luther, and Leroy depressed the catch on the blade, releasing it from its sheath, and stabbed it deeply into his adversary's abdomen. But the other man reacted quicker to the attack than Leroy expected and was able to turn himself slightly. Instead of entering the center of the stomach the knife ended plunging into the side muscles near his belly; it was certainly bloody and messy, but didn't do any serious damage. "Arrgh." Luther screamed out in pain and reflexively drove his heel into Leroy's groin, causing him to stumble backward in pain. Blood was oozing out of Luther's side but he took advantage of Leroy being in a supine position and pounced on him with his own knife. He managed to plunge it into Leroy's arm several times before Leroy was able to gain some leverage and throw him off. The back room had cleared of all the craps players, most having run out the rear exit with the first sounds of commotion. All of the bar occupants had fled, were hiding under the table, or were inching closer to get a better view. All except Doris, who was screeching for Luther and Leroy to stop, and Eddie, who was searching behind the bar for his sawed off shotgun. The next few minutes were a blur of knives, blood, and two large bodies flailing around on the floor. Out of the mass of confusion two gunshots were heard and as the bar silenced en masse the next sound was the click of Eddie's shotgun being pointed at Luther's head. "Now unless you don't want to be pickin' up your fucking brains with a straw, you'll drop that gun and get the fuck out of here." Eddie said emphatically as blood was gushing from Luther in several places. When it was finished, Leroy was sliced in over a dozen places and had bullet holes in his leg and stomach. He was unconscious and blood was seeping from him at an alarming rate. An ambulance rushed him to the hospital, where he underwent emergency surgery and remained unconscious in intensive care for three days. Monique, Eddie, and Eddie's wife, Shirley, all took turns sitting in vigil for those three days as Leroy barely clung to life. They paced and swore, and tried to lay blame for Leroy's resultant condition. But when all the recrimination was over, they all came to the same conclusion: it was simply Leroy's time. He had been in too many of these scrapes to escape the odds forever. He lived life by the street's rules and now he was paying the consequences for it. Tuesday he woke up in the hospital with the three of them waiting near his bed. His head throbbed and he was shocked to see all of the stitches and IV tubes now decorating his body. He looked haggard -- near death would be as apt a way of describing it as possible -- but brightened as he saw his friends surrounding the bed. "What day is it?" Leroy asked in a rasping, barely audible voice. "Tuesday, baby." Monique reached out and lightly grasped his hand and Leroy tried to muster up strength to squeeze back. "What happened?" "That big mother fucker kicked your ass. I never thought I'd see that day." Eddie replied then tempered the harsh nature of his comments. "I found out that he fought golden gloves a couple of years ago, then he turned pro. Now he's moving up the ranks in the Light Heavyweight division. But he looked real shitty when he left too." Leroy could feel some strength return and he struggled to pull himself to a sitting position. He drank a cup of water and some of the life seemed to return to his face. "Eddie, man, I'm sorry about the bar."Leroy said. "What kind of shape is it in?" "It's not too bad, a few broken tables and stools. That's all." "Well, whatever the damage comes to, let me know. I'll cover it." Leroy tried to summon a smile. "No need. With the money I made from holding the crap game in my place I got more than enough to..." Leroy cut off Eddie, "Fuck that shit, Eddie. I'm responsible for that mess, I'm going to pay for it. Besides, I walked out of that game with over 70 large more than I started with." Monique asked if she could have a few minutes alone with Leroy. Shirley leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and Eddie patted his non injured shoulder before they left the room. "Oh, sugar I was so scared that I was going to lose you." Monique said. "I'm sorry for puttin' you through all this baby." Leroy apologized. "Well, if you could manage to keep your dick in your pants you wouldn't have been in this position, would you?" "Baby, I don't know what to s..." "I don't want to hear any of this 'baby' shit." Monique scolded. "I can't live this way anymore. I love you but I'm not going to spend my life waiting on you to go fuck all your whores and then come back to me. You're going to have to choose between me and them. I'm not going to spend my life sharing you." Tears started rolling down her cheeks and she tried to hide them. Leroy closed his eyes in reflection. The pain of his wounds were nothing compared to the pain he knew he had inflicted on his girlfriend. He knew Monique was serious; she had never spoken to him about this with such feeling and intensity. He also knew he couldn't live his life without her. They had been together for over a decade, and although he didn't think of his future often, whenever he did Monique was always a large part of it. He felt fairly confident that he could give up the other women; he usually only picked up other women because he could. He liked all the sex, but Monique was always more than enough woman for him. The big question he had to ask himself was could he make a commitment of this magnitude and honor it. As he thought more about it, he realized that for the first time he could ever remember, he was thinking about his own mortality. The fight and loss to Luther had been the first defeat of any note that Leroy had ever suffered, and it scared the shit out of him. He realized, perhaps for the first time in his entire life, that he wasn't invincible and that certainly made him think about things in a much different light. Perhaps settling down wasn't such a bad thing, after all. He loved Monique with all his heart and maybe it was time to step up to the plate and be a man about things. "Monique, baby," Leroy looked up at her and started to remove one of the large diamond rings from his right hand. "This might not be real proper doing it this way, but I love you." Leroy took Monique's hand and began to slip the oversized ring over her thin finger. Tears began to well up in Monique's eyes as he brought her hand to his lips. "What I'm trying to say is..." Leroy hesitated, clearing his throat. "Monique, baby, will you be my wife?"

No More Cherry by Douglas Fox 2014 ================== Shockingly, Rosie is captivated by hunky football star, Michael. The problem? Rosie is going steady with Taylor. Will Michael and Rosie's Saturday afternoon tryst spell the end of Rosie and Taylor relationship? (mf mm first interracial safe unsafe) Characters: Rosie 16 years old, junior in high school 6-2 tall, 138 pounds member of school volleyball team. Michael 17 years old, senior in high school 6-2 tall, 185 pounds, football team captain and tight end. Taylor 15 years old, junior in high school 5-5, 130 pounds, avid Scout and camper. Has been going steady with Rosie for the past four months. Skinny Rosie unexpectedly falls for hunky, football team captain, Michael. Things escalate. Will Rosie, who is going steady with Taylor, cheat with Michael and allow him to go all the way one weekend when the parents are away. How do they handle the inevitable trouble that results from this hook-up? =================== How had this happened? I wondered. Michaels heavy body pressed against mine as we Frenched. His tongue diddled against mine. Both us were topless. The wisps of hair on his chest tickled me as our bodies rubbed together. His body rubbed against my stiff nipples. You make me so fucking hot, Rosie, Michael gasped between kisses. My parents were away for the weekend. I was alone in my room with the hottest guy in our high school. We had all afternoon alone, with no possibility of being disturbed. Could I go through with this? Could I go all the way with this this boy? Michael and I continued making out. It felt amazing. Im no stranger to first base or second and beyond either. It was more intense than Id ever experienced while dating others. The way his body rubbed against my chest and the things his tongue and lips were doing to me God, he made me so horny! I knew I was having the same effect on Michael. His package was hard and pressing into my stomach. Would he want to go all the way with me, a tall, skinny volleyball player? Hes a senior, a captain and a tight end on our football team. Me? I was, by everyones agreement, a beanpole and a year behind him in school. None of my insecurities affected Michael. He continued kissing and dueling his tongue with my tongue. I wrapped my arms around his muscular sides and back as we made out. Michael slipped a hand between our bodies, grasping my chest so my stiff nipple was under his thumb. He rubbed it. Oh My God! I thrust my tongue into Michaels mouth. He sucked it in and twirled his tongue against mine. We continued, heedless of anything except lips on lips and tongue on tongue. We made out frantically for minutes? Who knows? Finally we had to break our lip-lock momentarily to breathe. God, Rosie, Michael gasped between pants. Whyd we ever stop being friends? Michael and I had been had been playmates when we were small, before his family moved to another neighborhood. Different elementary schools? I offered. Different circles? I dont know. ----oooOooo---- Five years at different elementary schools had killed whatever connection we once had. By the time I was in the same middle school as Michael, I had my friends. He had his. Anyway, he was a grade ahead of me. We said, Hi, when saw each other in the hallways. Nothing changed when we moved on to high school until the school year started a month ago. Michael and I were signed up for the same Photography class. By chance, our teacher assigned us to sit at the same table. The decade apart just seemed to slip away as we talked, laughed and worked together. Soon Michael was teasing me and calling me Rosie again, like he had years ago. I responded by calling him Mikey, but that didnt last. It didnt fit the football tight end image he cultivated. I settled on calling him Michael. Our friendship rekindled and then burst into flame two weeks ago. Im supposed to be in a steady relationship well I AM in a steady relationship right now. Things escalated beyond friendship two weeks ago when Taylor, my steady, had a Scout camping weekend. Recently broken up with his bitchy, high maintenance girlfriend, Brittany Miller, Michael and I decided to go to the movies on a Friday night just as friends. We saw one of Pixars animated flicks. It was funny. We laughed and had a great time. Things developed further at the end of the movie when Michael drove me home. He pulled over and stopped a block from my house. This was a great night, Rosie, Michael. You have no idea how much I enjoyed this. I had a great time too, I agreed. I need to admit something, Rosie, Michael said as he stared into my eyes. You will keep a secret for me, wont you? I nodded yes. Maybe I should show you rather than tell you. I was shocked when he put his hand around my neck and pulled my head closer to his. He leaned in and kissed me. On the lips! I was flustered and startled but my body responded when he slipped his tongue into my mouth. My eyes glazed over and I saw stars as this this boy kissed me like Id never been kissed in my life. We necked for probably five minutes. It was nothing like when I necked with Taylor. Taylor and I had gone much further sexually in the four months wed gone steady but the feelings then were nothing like these now. I finally realized the time as Michael and I made out. Ive got, like, three minutes to get home, I protested as I broke away from his kiss. Are you all right with this? Michael asked. I didnt freak you out with the kiss? I dont know, I admitted. I never expected I Im just confused. This is our secret? Michael asked. Yes, totally, I agreed. How could I tell? I want to be more than friends, Rosie, Michael responded. Can you feel that way about me? I dont know, I answered. I just dont know. This is all so unexpected. I never suspected you I have Taylor. Do you love, Taylor? Michael asked. Love? I remarked. Taylor and I had fun together. We explored each others bodies as we learned about what teenaged hormones could do. It was fun but was it love? Im confused. I need time. Fair enough, Michael said. He planted one more, less intense kiss on my lips. Lets get you home before you turn into a pumpkin. Michael and I surreptitiously hooked up half a dozen times after that movie. Mostly they were make-out sessions except for last Wednesday after school. Michael had given me an oral quickie. It blew my mind. Taylor had tried before, without nearly as much success. The feelings were so much more intense with Michael. Wednesdays quickie, and Taylors announcement that the family was heading to the west end of the state this weekend to visit the grandparents, led directly to Michael being alone with me this afternoon in my bedroom. We would explore whether I was ready for a serious relationship with Michael. ----oooOooo---- Rosie, I am falling in love with you, Michael declared, as he sprawled on top of me, chest to chest in my bed. Is that a good thing? I responded. What are people going to say? Michael laughed. Its a black-white thing, isnt it? he asked. No, its not, I declared. Michael always joked about being a black man. I guess to some he would be considered black, no matter what he looked like. His dad is a red-haired Irishman with skin paler than mine. Granted, his mom is considered African-American, albeit, a very light skinned African-American. Michael had straight red hair that looked nothing like what you would expect for a black person. His skin color was slightly darker than my Caucasian skin, but only to a slight degree. He certainly wasnt black. Not even brown or beige. Michaels skin color could best be described as matching my coffee, on the few occasions I drank coffee lots of milk and sugar with a touch of coffee for flavor. What then? Michael asked rhetorically. I dont give a rats ass what people say. I am falling for you and I dont care who knows. It isnt that simple and you know it, I insisted. People WILL talk. Fuck em! Michael answered. That wasnt the idea for this afternoon, I said. I wanted you to do that to me, not everyone else. Are you sure, Rosie? Michael asked. His face went serious as he stared into my eyes. We dont have to if you dont want to. I need no, we need to explore what this is between us, I responded. I need you to take my cherry this afternoon. I need to understand this. It may hurt, Michael said. I could feel that big, steely bar in his pants, pressed into my abdomen. I knew he wasnt going to be small. This would be a hell of a first time for me. Im sure, I answered, laughing and pointing to the bottle on my dresser. I bought lots of lube. I hear that is important for the first time. Lube is always important, Michael agreed. If it isnt sloppy it isnt good. Lets do this, I declared. Kiss me again. We swapped tongues for a minute or two. Michael sat up, straddling my torso. Weve got too many clothes on, Michael remarked. That was only partly true. Michael and I took full advantage of this late September, Indian summer weekend to dress in T-shirts and sport shorts today. This weather was simply not normal for late September in Connecticut. I pulled his shorts down to reveal a pair of gray Under Armour boxer-briefs. Michael hopped out of bed and shucked the shorts but kept the briefs on. I eyed the bulge in Michaels briefs. I dont know if the stereotype of all black men having big cocks was true or not. I did know Michael was well endowed. I gulped as I thought about that big thing going inside my body. Would it fit? Michael reached for the waist band of my shorts. I popped my hips up and let him lower the shorts. I dont know if he expected it or not, but my shorts were lined. I had nothing on beneath my shorts. I plopped my bare butt on the bed and lifted my feet up so Michael could remove the shorts. There I was in all my skinny, pale, white glory. Too skinny, I remarked as Michael stared at me. I know. Everyone says it. You look hot, Michael answered. I want to make love to you so much. That is what we are here for, I said. If you still want me. I most definitely want you, Rosie, Michael declared as he clambered onto my body again. His hard, 185 pound body pressed against my body as we returned to kissing. He rubbed his hard, cloth encased package against my naked crotch as we continued making out. Hot? God, this boy was making me hot. Michael switched to kissing my cheeks, nibbling on my ear lobes and then kissing down my neck. He continued down across my chest until he hit one of my sensitive spots, my hard nipples. Michael knew it. He lavished attention to kissing, suckling, nipping and biting my sensitive brown swirls of flesh. This was mind blowing already. Taylor and I enjoyed our sexual exploration together but it had never, ever been this intense for me. Michael continued sawing his hard, cloth-covered erection against my naked groin. I was afraid I would come just from Michaels dry humping. I managed to squeak out, You still have clothes on, between moans as Michael blew my brains circuitry. He stopped his assault on my nipples momentarily and hopped out of my bed. He smiled before slowly pulling his boxer-briefs down. The sight confirmed all my hunches about Michaels endowment. This boy was big! I stared at his cock. It was a brown, quite a few shades darker than the rest of his body. It had a light band of skin just below the big, purplish-brown head. I shuddered as I stared at the mesmerizing organ. It had to be eight inches long and a couple inches across. That was going in my body!?!? Are you ready for this, Rosie? Michael asked as he gestured towards his cock. Soon, but not yet, I answered. Come up on the bed. You went down on me last Wednesday. I want to return the favor. You know you dont need to, Michael responded. We can hump some more or get down to the main event whichever you want. I patted the bed. You went down on me, I explained. I want to return the favor. I wont turn down a blow job if one is offered, Michael answered. Just remember, it isnt necessary, if it grosses you out or anything. Ive never done it before, but I am willing to try. Michael climbed into my bed and lay down beside me. I scooted around cross-ways on the bed and lowered my head towards Michaels groin. This cock was impossibly big. I had no experience giving blow jobs but had read up on the techniques on-line since Wednesday. I knew I needed to share everything if I was to develop a relationship with Michael. If it turned out that I was willing to have a relationship with this boy. I swallowed hard and engulfed his big cockhead with my mouth. Teeth! Michael hissed. Ssoorrwwy, I mumbled with a mouth full of cockhead. I tightened the seal with my lips and made sure my teeth didnt touch Michaels sensitive cockhead. I swirled my tongue around the big invader. I could hear Michael moan as I sucked him. I wrapped one hand around his cock shaft. Damn! This boy was big. My thumb and forefinger couldnt touch as I encircled the engorged phallus. I stroked the big boy as I suckled and teased the head. I must have been doing OK. Michael was moaning and squirming as I blew him. I pulled off his engorged head. Michael moaned an ahhhh... I licked around his head for a moment and then licked down the big vein on the underside of his cock, until I reached his balls. I licked around his hair-covered balls. I tried to suck one of the balls into my mouth. It barely fit. Michaels balls were proportional to his big cock. I licked my way back up his cock again before engulfing his head with my mouth. I sucked and stroked, stroked and sucked. It didnt take very many minutes before I noticed Michael tense up. I knew the meaning of this. I sucked extra hard and swirled my tongue around his cockhead while I stroked his shaft. Michael moaned and squirmed from my efforts. He tensed and growled, Oooohhhh Shit! Im gonna FUCKING come I could feel his cockhead swell in preparation for firing. I was OK with giving head but I wasnt ready to swallow, at least not yet. I gave Michael one more suckle before pulling my mouth away. I felt his cock pulse as I pulled off. The first spurt of semen spurted against my cheek. I pulled further away. The rest splattered across his chest and stomach, pooling in his belly button. Michael gasped and panted. I sat on my haunches and looked down at the boy. He just glowed from his orgasm. That was fucking awesome, Rosie, Michael finally panted, as he recovered his wits. I wallowed in the boys praise as he recovered. I grabbed some tissues from my nightstand. I wiped the come off my cheek before cleaning up Michaels belly. You ready for the main event? I asked. Michael was fisting his tumescent cock. Im almost ready but youre not, Michael answered. He motioned for me to lay down on my bed again. You need to try some fingers before you get this. He waved his rapidly hardening rod towards me. This might be a bit much for the first thing in your hole. You know better than me, I admitted. Wheres the lube? Michael asked. I pointed towards my dresser. Michael hopped out of bed and retrieved the squeeze bottle. Michael pushed my legs apart and climbed into bed between them. He pushed them up so my knees were practically up to my shoulders. He squirted the cool lube onto his fingers and then probed down below for my hole. He let his thumb strum across the sensitive area above my opening. I tensed as I felt his fingers spread the cool lubrication around my opening. I tensed when Michael tried to worm one finger into me. Relax, my soon-to-be lover commanded. I tried my best. The finger slipped into me. I felt Michael probe my insides for a moment before withdrawing it. The finger returned again, pressing more easily into my hole this time, cool from the additional lube Michael had applied. I wasnt sure if I would be able to stand something thrust inside my body. I found one finger felt OK. Actually, more than OK. I was getting into his finger fucking. Michael stopped for more lube two more times. I felt stretched a little each time he returned the finger to my insides. Does three fingers hurt? Michael asked soothingly. Three? I gasped. Thats three? It is, Michael confirmed. Three with lots of lube and plenty of preparation. Am I ready for the real thing? I asked. The moment my cherry disappeared was rapidly approaching. That big, brown, monster was looking huge again. Could I do this? Lets try four fingers first, Michael suggested. You have the experience, I agreed. Michael pulled his fingers out again for more lube. I knew he had applied a lot. I could feel it running down my bottom and between my butt cheeks. There was a little pressure and a pinch as my soon-to-be lover forced four digits into my poor, stretched hole. Michael finger fucked me for a minute or so. I didnt feel any pain. I think youre ready, Michael announced. Are you sure you want to go all the way, Rosie? Absolutely, I confirmed. Take my cherry. OK You are going to use protection, right? I asked. Im not an idiot. Its 2014, Michael responded. This never goes anywhere without being wrapped. I watched as Michael pulled a condom out of his pants pocket and tore the wrapper open. He carefully unrolled the sheath down over his huge cock. Michael spread lube over his humongous organ as I watched. Was I really ready for this? I wondered. Michaels cock looked much too big to ever, EVER fit inside me. Michael clambered into bed again, between my legs. He pushed my legs back so my knees were pinned against my shoulders again, neatly exposing my hole for his use. Michael gave my hole one more shot of lube before scooting up against me. I stared down at that big, angry looking brown rod. Was I ready for this? Michael nestled the head again my hole. I involuntarily clenched my muscles. Dont tense. This will hurt if you do. I willed myself to relax as he stared down at me. I could see the love and concern in his eyes as he prepared to deflower me. Michael pressed gently, barely perceptibly at first. My lover was patient. He continued the gentle pressure until my hole relaxed more. Suddenly an inch and a half of his big cock slipped through the ring into me. I know it is supposed to hurt, but it didnt. Are you OK? Michael asked. I smiled and nodded yes. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Our tongues dueled. I felt him hunch his torso in towards my body as we kissed, burying more of that big, hot invader in me. The feelings Michael was giving me was unlike anything Id ever felt before. Michael broke our kiss and pressed further. I loved the feeling of this huge, hot cock burying itself in my body. The friction as it forced its way into me was exquisite. God, youre tight, Michael moaned as he bottomed out. I could feel his balls planted against my backside. Does it hurt? It feels amazing, I responded. Fucking amazing. Thats the idea, Michael laughed. Ready for more? I nodded my consent. Michael pulled his torso away from me, slowly withdrawing the hot cock from my hole. It felt great sliding out but it left a void. Michael humped forward again filling the gaping hollow in me. In and out. In and out. Michael varied speed and angle of thrusts for variety. In and out, he continued humping me. I reveled in the feelings he was generating. Being fucked was the best thing that I had ever felt in my sixteen years on this earth! In and out. I grasped and rubbed his muscular sides as he humped and thrust. Occasionally I would wrap my arms around his neck and pull him onto my chest so we could kiss and allow our tongues to duel again. Michael never let up the assault on my hole. In and out. God, this was wonderful. I was getting hotter as I was fucked. Michael hunched over as he humped. He licked, kissed and suckled at my left nipple as he used quick, short rabbit thrusts into me. His pubic area bounced against my body. I was going to come! I knew I was going to come! Soon!! Michael rose up off my body again and stared into my eyes as he slowed his thrusting into my body. I love you, Rosie, he declared. This is amazing, I responded. Youre so special, Michael Murray. Did I love this boy? Maybe. Could I say the words to Michael while I was going steady with Taylor? That didnt seem right. I had so many issues to decide. Loving the way Michael fucked me just complicated my life immensely. It would be so much easier if I had hated this. My orgasm was approaching and I hadnt even touched myself. I had never experienced anything this intense before. I let Michael fucking sweep me over the edge. As I felt the first contraction of my orgasm, Michael groaned, Oh God! Im I didnt need him to announce it. Michael burrowed his cock as deep into my hole as it would go and froze, his face a mixture of pain and delight. I could feel the pulse of his contractions as his spurted his seed into the condom protecting the two of us. My brain was fried. I stared down between us. My balls were laying on either side of my cock. Untouched by man or boy, it twitched and then spit out my load. The first of my come landed halfway up my chest. More spurts landed on my chest and stomach. The final dribbles of my spend pooled just below my belly button. I collapsed back on my bed to recover. Michael grinned down at me with unfocused eyes. After half a minute he declared, That was fucking awesome. Hadrian Justinian Rose, I love you! All I could do was smile in the afterglow of our mating. My great-grandfather was nuts about Gibbons Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. He named my grandfather Hadrian Justinian, after the Roman emperors. My grandfather and father continued the tradition. To my parents and the DMV, I was Hadrian. To the rest of the world, I was Rose or Rosie. Thank, God! So do you like boy on boy? Michael asked. It was fucking amazing, I gushed. I had no idea. Most arent willing to try, Michael said. So where does that leave the two of us? Occasional fuck buddies? Lovers? A committed couple? I dont know, I replied. Michael pulled his wilting cock out of my bottom. My hole gaped open. I felt so empty. What will people say if we let them know were were Gay? Queer? Michael finished. Fuck em. I dont care. Fuck me, not them, I answered. They dont need to know how wonderful you are. But you know how high school kids can be. Were going to get shit if we let them know what we are doing. I DONT CARE! Michael said. If they have a problem with it, so what? I love you and want to be with you. I have a second complication, I said. What about Taylor? I am supposed to be in a committed relationship with her. And you just cheated on her with me, Michael added. I nodded yes. Do you love Taylor? No, not really, I admitted. Were great together. Shes a good friend. Do you love her? Michael asked. Is sex with her better than sex with me? There is no comparison, I answered. You rocked my world like its never been rocked. So, what about Taylor? Michael asked. I guess I break up with her when she gets back from her grandparents, I answered. And? I dont know, Michael, I said. I just dont know. Im not Queer? Michael added helpfully. I dont think I am, I protested. But you like sex with me, a guy, better than you like sex with your girlfriend? Michael asked. Its too weird, I answered. I need time. The world says we shouldnt do this. That we shouldnt be together. Can we? Its 2014, Michel interrupted. The world is changing. It is fine to admit your true feelings. Give me time, I asked. Give me time to sort things out. I wont out you if you decide you cant accept my love, Michael said. I hope you reach a point where we can walk down the hallway holding hands or kiss by your locker or mine in the morning, just like any other couple in the high school. Take the time you need to sort out how you feel. ----oooOooo---- Hey, Rosie. Im home, Taylor announced cheerily when she called Sunday evening after dinner. How was your trip? I asked. Boring, Taylor said. I liked seeing my Grammy and Grandpa again, but otherwise totally boring. My phone didnt have service. They dont have wifi. Hell, they dont even have internet. How can anyone live like that? I dont know, I answered sympathetically. Your family is due home late, right? Taylor asked. Ten oclock or so, I said. Goodie! Taylor responded. I told my rents that I was going over to Shelbys to study tonight. Shes going to pick me up and drive me over to your house. Can you drive me home after we finish? Finish? I asked dumbly. Its been over two and a half weeks since I enjoyed a ride on your tool, Taylor explained. I need you bad. Can you drive me home after you finish screwing my brains out? Um well I temporized. It didnt matter. Ill see you in fifteen, Taylor gushed before ending the call. Now what? Michael and I fucked two more times Saturday afternoon before he went home for supper. I cocooned myself in the house to ponder what happened next. Was I a queer? Did I like guys instead of girls? Could I be bisexual? I did like fucking Taylor too. Could I lie to Taylor about cheating on her? Twenty-four hours of thinking provided only one answer. I couldnt lie to Taylor. I would come clean to her when she came over. Thirteen minutes after her call, Taylor bounded up the front walk to my house when her girlfriend, Shelby, dropped her off. Taylor launched herself at me when I let her in. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezed me in a tight hug and laid a scorching kiss on me. My teenaged hormones reacted as expected. Soon we were lip locked together exchanging tongues. A teenaged boy gets a hard-on from simply thinking about rubber bands, a butterfly or eating a cheese burger. Wrap a hot, teen girl around him, ready to swab his tonsils with her tongue? Boner city, guaranteed. I managed to shut the door between kisses. Taylor had one thing on her mind. We necked for a minute before she tried to lead me upstairs to my bedroom. Can we talk? I gasped as she led my upstairs. We can talk all you want, after you take care of me, Taylor responded. I need you to fill me and right now! Who was I to argue with a horny teen? After all, she was my girlfriend. I followed Taylor obediently to my bedroom. A trail of my girlfriends clothes marked our path. Youre wearing entirely too many clothes, Taylor remarked when we reached my bed. Um we should I protested. Taylor pulled my shirt over my head before going for my pants. I was down to my boxers when she pushed me onto my bed. Taylor dropped her panties before climbing on top of me. My naked girlfriend squirmed her way up so our heads were level with each other. My resolve to come clean with Taylor? It was taking a beating. What else could you expect from a sixteen-year-old guy who had a naked girl sprawled on his almost naked body? Taylor locked her lips over mine. We made out furiously. Michael? Michael who? My resolve disappeared in a barrage of kisses and nibbles. Break up? I threw myself into making out with relish. My boner achieved total hardness. Oh, I am so going to hell for what I am about to do, I thought as Taylor pulled my boxers off. She rolled the two of us over so I was on top. I rubbed my boner up and down against Taylors wet slot. I was on top of a horny girl who wanted me to fuck her. I was horny and hard. Taylor is going to get what she wants! Ready? I queried. Put it in, Taylor agreed. Ive been waiting for you to do this for half the past week. Protection? I asked as Taylor grasped my hard-on and lined me up. My period starts in about two days, she explained. Im safe now. I liked it when we did it bareback three weeks ago. Youre sure? I asked. We were a little drunk when we did that at Jims party. It was a few days after my last period three weeks ago, Taylor replied. I was totally safe then. Im safe now. I want to feel the real you tonight. What the hell? I wondered. I enjoyed the two times we screwed without protection. Why not do it again if I couldnt get Taylor knocked up today? I thrust forward and sank my bare cock deep into my girlfriends pussy. I thrust into my horny, well-lubricated girlfriend again, bottoming out with a thump as my pubic bone crashed against Taylors body. I got to humping and thrusting. Taylor purred her approval as I screwed her. Pulling out and plunging back in. The sensations on my bare cock were good. Taylor approved as I gave her my best effort. Still, something nagged at me as we screwed. Taylor was having fun but but she didnt seem to enjoy as much as Michael had. A cock in a sloppy, hot pussy was good but but did I like getting fucked more than being the fucker? The sensation of bare cock in hot pussy were intense. A couple minutes of boffing had me ready to explode. I stared down at Taylor as we fucked. Michaels question continued popping in my brain. Did I love her? No, probably not. Taylor smiled and encouraged me to keep going but but did she enjoy me fucking her as much as I enjoyed having Michael fuck me? I could see it in her face. She didnt. I continued humping away. She wanted me to get off. Why not? Could I get Taylor off the way Michael had for me? I decided to try to help her along. I slipped a hand down and thumbed her clitoris. Ewww! No! Taylor snapped. Thats dirty. Dont do that. I pulled my hand away and concentrated on getting myself off. I didnt need long. I grunted, Pull out? as my groin began to tingle from my impending orgasm. Dont need to, Taylor insisted as she shook her no. She wrapped her legs around my backside. Its safe to come in me. You cant get me preggers today. Two or three more thrusts were enough. I groaned and drove my swelling hard-on deep into Taylors belly. My semen jetted out of the end of my cock, coating Taylors insides with sperm. I groaned, pulling free of Taylor and collapsed into a sweaty heap of jelly on my bed. Taylor rolled half on top of me while I recovered my wits. You were great, Rosie, she declared repeatedly as she showered me with kisses. We really needed to talk BEFORE this, I remarked once I recovered a little. Taylor stared into my eyes. Are you dumping me? Why? Dumping you? I asked. I dont know. I want to no I need to tell you something. Something? It happened yesterday while you were away, I explained. I cheated on you. I am so sorry. With who? Taylor demanded. I cant say. WHO? Taylor insisted. It would be a disaster if word ever, EVER got out about who I was with yesterday, I explained. It would be a fucking disaster for everyone. Who is he? Taylor asked. I stared at my naked girlfriend, dumbfounded. Who is he? she repeated. He? I managed to squeak. Taylor shook her head sadly. I never worried about you looking at other pretty girls at school. You never did in the four months weve gone steady. You check out guys. I am not gay! I protested. Handsome guys catch your eye, Taylor insisted. Ive seen it so many times. Who is he? I wont breathe a word around school to anyone. Cross your heart and hope to die? I said. Taylor made a cross over her bare chest and responded, May God strike me dead if I reveal who you fucked yesterday. Michael Murray, I replied simply. Michael Murray! Taylor gasped. Football team captain and a total hunk? You did well when you hooked up with him. Do you love him? I dont know, I replied. I dont know anything after yesterday. Am I Queer? Taylor offered. I dont know if you are or not. I know you make a hell of a boyfriend for me. Maybe youre bi? Maybe, I dont know, I answered. Now what? Taylor asked. In fairness to you and to Michael, I cant go steady with you anymore, I answered. Beyond that, I have no idea. What do we tell our friends tomorrow at school? Taylor asked. That we both agreed it was time for a break? I offered. We should see other people. Fair enough, Taylor agreed. Were starting our junior year of high school. Its not like anyone expected us to stay together and get married after college. High school couples get together and break up all the time. Still friends? Still friends, I agreed. So, dish some dirt, friend, Taylor answered, laughing. What is it like to fuck the football team captain? I know my face turned bright red. You didnt! He fucked me, I confirmed. Oh my God! Taylor gasped. Michael Murray fucked you? Rumor has it that he is so, so hung. Rumors are true, I responded. His cock is immense. I have no idea how he managed to stick it in me. How was it? Taylor asked. Are you becoming a size queen? Un-fucking-believable! I answered. Am I a size queen? I have no idea. I have enjoyed only the one cock. I have to tell you, Rosie, Taylor said. That was one hell of a way for you to say good-bye to me. Thank you. Can I ask you a question? I asked as Taylor climbed out of bed and picked up her panties. You were way over the top today. Way more demanding for sex than Ive ever seen from you. Did you suspect something was up? She pulled her panties on before answering. I suspected, Taylor confirmed. I saw the way you were staring at Michael over the past two weeks whenever you and he were around each other. I was a little horny when I came over but when you said, We need to talk, I knew I needed to try desperate measures to hold onto you. Desperate measures? Those words dropped to the pit of my stomach. Desperate enough to allow me to knock her up so she could hang onto me? Are you certain today is safe? I asked. Certain? How about 99.99% safe? Taylor asked. I expect my period in two days. There is no way I get knocked up now. She laughed. On the other hand, if you had sneaked out to my Girl Scout camp out a couple weeks ago and done me then the way you did me today, we would be calling each other Mommy and Daddy. Thats a relief, I sighed. Look, Rosie, Taylor said. I will keep your secret about Michael if the two of you want to stay in the closet. I will support you if you decide to come out. Your secret is safe. Youre the best, Taylor, I responded. Youve been a good boyfriend, Rosie, Taylor answered. I will value our time together and always be a friend. You are the best, Taylor, I said. I can give you a ride home after you get dressed, if youre ready. I told the rents I would be ninety minutes at Shelbys, she answered. No need to hurry home, just yet. Could I talk you into a little ice cream first? Sold! Ice cream between two good friends, I agreed. Get dressed. I will scare up some moose tracks from the fridge. ----oooOooo---- I called Michael later that night, before my parents came home and informed him of my freedom from Taylor. I planned to talk with him for a couple minutes but it extended way beyond that. An hour later, I had myself an exclusive boyfriend. The two of us had a plan for tomorrow. I hurried inside the school Monday morning when my bus dropped me off. I found Michael waiting for me at my locker, as planned. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He did the same to me. We exchanged a seriously hot kiss, to the gasps of a few on-lookers in the hallway. Michael took my right hand in his left. We walked hand in hand for my homeroom. Taylor even gave us a thumbs-up and a hearty Congrats, you two, as we passed her. =============== The End =============== 2014, Douglas Fox [email protected]

Author: mypenname3000 Title: The Vampire's Kiss Chapter Three: Virgin Blood Summary: Damien's life hangs in the balance while Father Augustine falls further into Jezebel's corruption. Keywords: MF lac oral anal vamp blood 1st D/s Copyright 2015 Abigail turned the sedan into the parking garage beneath Faust Tower in downtown Chicago. The sun's rays lightened the horizon. Fear rippled across her skin. The sun meant death. Its light was fire reduced to its most pure essence. And purity was deadly to a vampire. But Abigail didn't fear for her own safety. Dawn lay a few minutes away and already she had pulled the car into the sanctuary of the parking garage. The dark, man-made cavern was lit by the impure, flickering florescent lights. Abigail feared for her husband's safety. It was a small kernel buried in the depths of her soul, that tiny bit of her not bound up by the chains of her Sire's will. I left my husband tied up to face the rising sun. Is there any particular place for me to park, Sire? Abigail asked, addressing the vampire that killed her and who now rode in the back of the sedan. It is marked president of the board, her Sire answered, his voice deep, powerful. His eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror, meeting hers. He sat in the back, dressed in an expensive, Italian suit tailored to fit his strong figure. A heat flushed through Abigail's body at the memory of her Sire's teeth piercing her neck as his cock pierced her pussy. She was his. Her body given over to servicing his lusts. Her Sire had taken her for hours while Damien watched while chained to their bedroom wall. He ravished me in our marital bed. Damien's angry, bitter shouts echoed through her head. That part of Abigail free of her Sire's control grieved for the hurt she inflicted on her husband. But she knew she would do it again and again. Her body yearned for her Sire's touch. Damien will be dead in a few minutes. Her Sire was punishing Abigail and Damien for killing vampires. Before she was turned, Abigail had been a Knight Venator with her husband, a servant of the Jesuit Order who hunted monsters. Abigail and Damien specialized in slaying the undead. They had killed many vampires, including ones sired by the man sitting behind her. Abigail found the parking space next to the elevators. She pulled in and turned off the car. As a hunter, she would have been disturbed to learn that the President of the powerful Faust, Inc was a vampire. Now she was thankful to serve such a powerful Sire. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The horizon grew brighter. Damien hung disconsolately, no longer caring that his arms were numb from his hours of imprisonment. He had one chance to save his unlife and he had blown it. Abigail had left the keys to his manacles on the nearby nightstand. Before she left, a small part of her had rebelled against her Sire. Abigail knew he had telekinesishis vampiric gift. All Damien had to do was manipulate the key into the lock. But he had no skill with telekinesis yet. No finesse. His fear, frustration, and hunger for blood distracted him. In a burst of anger, he had accidentally flung the key out the window. The sunlight grew brighter. His skin grew warm. The edges of purity touched him. He grit his teeth as his skin blackened and cracked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aurora the angel growled in frustration as the key to Damien's freedom smashed through the window. No. We were so close. Gideon sighed. It's probably better this way. The sun will cleanse Damien's soul and give him rest. And Faust will continue to expand his power. Aurora flared her wings. The Ether was so thin. It was the medium separating the mortal world from beyond. All she had to do was step through the barrier and manifest. She could close the curtains and save Damien. The plan would be salvageable. But she hadn't been given permission to perform any more interventions. Heaven no longer considered the risks worth allowing her to try. And she was no a demon. She wouldn't act without orders. But she wanted to. Gideon. I could crossover. I could save him. Do they know upstairs? Gideon glanced at his clipboard. No intervention is possible. It is not worth the cost of allowing another demonic encroachment. Anger flared through Aurora. She seized the Ether's fabric. She just had to tear and she would be through. She would save Damien and he could go kill Faust. Damien would be another monster, but one more easily manageable than the monster that was Faust. Aurora? Gideon gasped, placing a hand on her shoulder. What are you doing? Rebelling? A shock went through Aurora. She let go of the fabric and stared at her hands. I had been so close to...rebelling. To being no different than Jezebel and her ilk. Aurora looked at Damien. She touched his face as the room grew brighter. I'm sorry for failing you and your wife. Aurora, Gideon frowned, his tone shocked, there may have been a possibility overlooked in my calculations. Aurora looked up. What? It's not good. Gideon's eyes were sad as he held up his notepad. It wasn't a real notepad, but a representation of the ever-changing probability of future events. Angels had talentsAurora intervened; Gideon calculated. Aurora studied the data and groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Would my intervention really cause something worse than this? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Britney Lawson yawned as she opened the door to let out the family dog. Bruiser did a lap around the yard as he looked for a spot to make his business. The eighteen year old rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she watched the family dog. She didn't like being up before the sun had even peaked over the horizon. Hurry up, she muttered. I want to get back to Glass shattered. Britney yelped as shards of glass rained down on her backyard. She glanced up at the D'Angelo's house. Damien and Abigail's bedroom window had a large, jagged hole in the center. Britney stepped onto the grass in her slippers, her eyes wide. What was that? she muttered, her heart thudding. She liked the D'Angelos. They had been her neighbors since she was a little girl. Abigail was playful and always had great, if earthy, advice about boys, and Damien was a hunk. Her first crush. When Britney turned eighteen a few months ago, she seriously considered seducing the sexy man. But she didn't want to hurt Abigail, and she knew that Damien loved his wife too much to cheat on her. No matter how big my tits are our how young and nubile my body is. Is that a key? she asked herself, noticing the brass lying in the grass. She picked it up and frowned, glancing back at the window. What happened up there? Britney swallowed. She wanted to run back into the house and wake up her parents. I'm an adult. I can handle this. I'll just go over there and find out what's wrong. Britney clutched the key in her hand, her heavy breasts jiggling beneath the long, Chicago Bears jersey she slept in. She padded around the house to the gate and slipped into the front yard. She took long steps and rounded the bushes separating her parent's front yard from the D'Angelo's. The D'angelo's garage door was open. Britney's stomach twisted as she cut across the grass. They never left their garage open. Her slippers whisked across the pebbly driveway. She almost slipped on the smooth cement floor of the garage. The door leading into the house was also open. This is so dumb. Britney pressed forward, stepping into the house. Hello? she asked. Britney? the pained voice of Mr. D'Angelo called. Yes, she shouted. Where are you? Bedroom. His voice was hoarse. Hurry. Britney sprang into action, her slippers slapping on the hardwood floors. She reached the stairs and ran up them. Her nose wrinkled. Something burned, like charred meat. Her heart hammered in her chest. Mr. D'Angelo screamed in pain. What's happening? she shouted as she raced faster, passing the second floor and heading up to the third were the D'Angelo's bedroom was. Curtains! howled Mr. D'Angelo. Close them! Hurry. Britney burst onto the top floor and raced into their bedroom. Her eyes widened in shock. Mr. D'Angelo hung naked from the wall by manacles. His body thrashed. His face was blacked and burned by the first rays of golden light peaking through the room. Please! he screamed. Curtains, Britney! Britney yelped and charged for the curtains. Confusion gripped her mind. She couldn't think, only act. She reached the heavy curtains and yanked them shut. Mr. D'Angelo's screams died down. His body stopped thrashing. Mr. D'Angelo, she gasped. Oh, my god, what happened? Where is Abigail? Need to... he muttered, his face a charred mask. Help...me... Britney opened her hand, staring at the key. Then she glanced up at the manacles. I'll get you down, then I'll call for help. Just hold on, Mr. D'Angelo. Britney raced around the bed to the nearby nightstand, stepping over a notepad and the nightstand desk drawer strewn across the floor. She grasped the nightstand and jerked it back, knocking off the lamp in her haste. She didn't care. Just hold on, she kept repeating. Need you... Mr. D'Angelo muttered. So warm...hear you...heart...warm... His words didn't mean anything to Britney. She dragged the nightstand close enough to where he hung and mounted the piece of furniture. The nightstand's uneven legs rocked beneath her and she yelped, grasping Mr. D'Angelo's body to keep from falling. Sorry, she gasped as he groaned. His arms were as burnt as his face, his fingers charred almost to the bone. Don't look, she muttered to herself, fighting the roiling in her stomach. Just open the lock. Her sweaty hand fumbled with the key. She inserted it into the lock and twisted. Metal clicked and Damien's left hand dropped free. He grunted, held up only by the charred remains of his right arm. She reached over him. Just hold on, she repeated as she forced the key into the lock. Britney twisted. Mr. D'Angelo dropped to the floor in a heap, moaning in agony. Britney hopped off and bent over him. Before she could react, he sprang at her. His hand slammed into her throat. She tried to scream, but he choked off her air. The world flew past and then she slammed into the bed, Mr. D'Angelo on top of her. Fear hammered in her heart. She kicked and struggled. And then his mouth bit into her neck. A shudder ran through her body. Euphoria filled her. The virgin gasped. Her pussy became molten fire as Mr. D'Angelo drank down her blood. Every beat of her heart pumped more and more into his mouth. His hand let go of her throat. She didn't fight any longer. Yes, the virgin moaned, her eyes fluttering. His mouth sucked. The blood flowed into his lips. He growled his enjoyment. Britney's eyes widened. Vampire... drifted through her mind. She humped beneath him, her thighs spreading wide, rubbing her pussy against his stomach through her jersey. The world grew fuzzy and dark. Her pleasure increased. It seemed like an eternity that Mr. D'Angelo sucked at her neck. His teeth bit deep. It was so intimate. She was giving him her life. That made her happy. She turned her head, staring at his short, dark-brown hair. His skin healed, the charred fading. I'm saving him. Her hand stroked his powerful arm. It was so hard to move. She grew weaker and weaker as the pleasure swelled inside of her. I saved him. Britney's virgin pussy came close to cumming. She just needed a little more. She barely writhed as the life flowed out of her. She moaned out, Damien, as darkness crashed down on her. A smile formed on her lips as her thoughts slowed. Her heart beat weakly, struggling to pump as her blood pressure dropped. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damien D'Angelo shuddered as the virgin blood flowed through his body. It was powerful, healing the burns. His body grew stronger with every flutter of her heart. She squirmed beneath him, gasping his name as her orgasm burst through her. And then she fell still. Damien lifted his lips, savoring the coppery tang as he stared down at Britney. Her chest barely rose as she took her last breasts. Her body convulsed as she entered into blood shock. He had drank too much of her blood, and her blood pressure dropped precipitously. Death would follow. I know you, Damien whispered as he stared at his victim. He didn't have to drain her to the point of death, but he couldn't control himself. Her blood pooled onto the bedspread. His nose flared. His lips watered. He shouldn't waste it. She was already dead. He should finish sucking her dry. But I know you. He stroked her cheek. I...watched you grow up. I was at your graduation. It was too late to change her into a vampire. She was too gone to have an orgasm. Another possibility flowed through his mindshe was a virgin. Damien bit his wrist. His blood welled, full of the dark ichor that sustained him. He put it to her lips. Her body convulsed as his dark blood stained her lips. She sucked. Damien's cock hardened as pleasure rushed from his wrist to his cock. Britney moaned as she drank his blood. It infected her while she lived, changing her. She wouldn't be a vampire, but a thrall. A dark servant, still alive, still capable of heading into the sunlight. Only a virgin could become a thrall, her purity corrupted by the dark ichor. She would gain strengths, her body would produce blood faster. She could be fed upon far past what a normal human could take and recover in a fraction of the time. You always were beautiful, Damien whispered. I saw the way you looked at me. I noticed, but I never acted. I was human. So weak, so confused. I didn't want to hurt Abigail's face seared through his mind. The vampire had taken Abigail over and over on this bed, forcing Damien to watch and then leaving him to die. Damien ripped his wrist from Britney's lips. He left the young girl to recover as the anger consumed him. He reached down and snagged the notepad from the floor. It was covered in Abigail's handwriting. Faust Crespo sired me, Abigail wrote. I'll be at Faust Tower. The notepad tore in Damien's hands as he let out a violent snarl. Faust Crespothe billionaire who had revitalized Chicago over the last twenty years was a vampire. The vampire that killed his wife and turned her into a whore. Becoming a vampire didn't change who Damien was in his corehe was a hunter. He had a prey to kill. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Father Hyrum Augustine stared at the temptation splayed out before him. Her naked, bubbly ass peaked out of the cheap, motel sheet. Her blonde hair spread out like gold on the pillow, hiding the innocence of her face. He had plundered the girl over and over again yesterday. Her sinful body had inflamed his lusts. Her sweet name, Joy, belied how whorish she was. The priest had found her hitchhiking yesterday as he drove back to Chicago after the hunt in Albuquerque. Damien had flown home before Father Augustine, but the equipment and weapons in the back of the parish van were not easily explainable to the TSA. So Father Augustine had, as usual, volunteered to drive the van home. It was his duty as the chaplain to Damien and Abigail. He was their connection to the Jesuit Order, their armorer and shepherd. But Augustine had wandered into sin. For years, he had lusted after the whorish parishioners of Our Lady Queen of Heaven, the church he ran in Pingree Grove, Illinois, a small town outside of Chicago. Their filthy, harlot bodies always inflamed his lusts, and the way they would confess their sexual sins would make him throb beneath his cassock. The things he heard. The young ones engaging in premarital sex and sometimes even homosexuality, kissing and sucking and licking on their girlfriends while drunk at a party. The older ones confessing cheating on their husbands, consumed with their lusts for other men. All the while, their filthy sins made him hard. Tempted him. Yesterday, he could resist their sinful bodies no longer. Joy had claimed him. He picked her up on the side of the road and she had blown him. She had begged for it, dressing like a whore in a thong, tight jean skirt, and boob tube. His dick was hard, jutting out from his naked body. He had fucked her last night in the motel roomshe had to earn her dinner. And now it was time for her to earn her breakfast. The priest ran a hand through his dark hair, only going gray at the wings. He was middle-aged but had the strength of a twenty-year old. He stared at her ass. That's the one hole I haven't plundered. Father Augustine fell on the bed. The mattress squeaked beneath him. His hands seized her butt-cheeks, prying them apart. Joy stirred as he buried his face between her asscheeks and tongued her sinful hole. Father, the whore moaned, her hips undulating. Already? You have tempted me, Father Augustine cried. You slept naked, showing off your ass. You want me to fuck it. No, she groaned as his tongue swiped across her sphincter. Father, please. Quiet, harlot. He squeezed her perfect asscheeks in his hands. You have inflamed my lusts, and you will satiate them, whore. Yes, Father, she whispered. So submissive. Joy knew her place. Life has beaten her down and prepared her for me. The thought seemed to rise from outside of him. His fingers dug into her asscheeks as he tongued through her sphincter. She moaned as he savored her sour flavor. Her hips undulated. The whore loves it. All her protests were lies. She just didn't want to admit her true desires. She lives to serve me. Yes, Father, gasped Joy as his tongue pressed into her bowels. She shuddered and pressed up against him. Tongue me. So good. His right hand slid down. He would need to lube her. Joy groaned as his fingers stroked through her shaved, wet folds. Then the priest pressed into her depths. She shuddered and her pussy clenched down on his fingers. He fucked his fingers in deep, stirring the whore's sinful hole before he pulled out. Augustine lifted his lips and rubbed her juices on her asshole. He slammed his finger into her hot depths. Joy gasped and shivered. You like that, whore? Yes, Father, she purred. You want me to fuck your ass with my big cock, don't you? I do, she panted. It's so wild. Use me, Father. That's why you slept naked with your ass uncovered. Father Augustine smacked her perky ass. You wanted to tempt me into sin. I guess, she moaned. I love sinning with you, Father. Harlot. Father Augustine buried two fingers into her cunt. Her asscheeks clenched as he worked them in and out, soaking them in her sin. He moved his fingers to her asshole and shoved them into her bowels. Her sphincter swallowed them, stretching about his digits. His dick ached. He envied his fingers. He wanted to be buried into Joy's tight asshole. He leaned down and took a lick at her spicy pussy while he fingered her ass. His tongue curled through her sticky passion. I think you're ready, whore, proclaimed the priest. Father Augustine rose, his crucifix swinging about his naked chest and his cock bobbing before him. He spread her asscheeks. He placed the tip of his dick between them and pressed forward against her sphincter. Father, shuddered Joy. It hurts. Relax and embrace your sinful actions. You tempted a man, and now you must satiate his lusts. Your sin, and the sin of all women, is responsible. Yes, Father, she groaned. Fuck my body. I'm so sorry for tempting you. I can't help it. Woman could never fight her nature, Father Augustine groaned as he pressed his dick forward. You are no different than Eve in the garden seduced by the serpent. No different, she groaned. His cock slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. The priest shuddered. She was so tight. He groaned as the pleasure rushed up his cock. He leaned over her sleek form, using his weight to drive deeper and deeper into her. Father, she panted. Please, not so hard. Quiet, whore, he growled. The only words I want to hear from your lips is how much you love my cock in your sinful ass. Yes...Father. Father Augustine buried into her depths. Then he drew back, savoring the tight grip of her asshole. His balls churned. He had fucked Joy three times yesterday, but her asshole was such a new delight, he feared he would cum as fast as a virgin. He grit his teeth as he drove into her depths, controlling himself. Joy let out a shuddering moan, more pleasure than pain in her voice. Her asshole relaxed. His cock slid in easier. He pumped faster, his balls slapping into her taint while the cheap motel bed creaked. Oh, Father, Joy moaned in surprise. It's...nice. Your cock...makes me feel...good. Your body was made for sin, Father Augustine groaned. Do not be surprised that you enjoy it. Yes, Father. I do enjoy it. Fuck my ass. Fuck my dirty, sinful ass. Yes, he growled, his strokes growing faster. The priest's groin smacked into her asscheeks. The slap rang through the room. He drew back and slammed in, growling his delight. He sucked on her neck as she gasped and cooed beneath him, her asshole so tight. The whore bucked into his thrusts. Joy's moans grew liquid with her desire. She undulated and writhed beneath him, her passions consuming her. The bed squeaked and groaned with the force of his thrusts. Yes, yes! Harder, Father! Fuck my ass harder! I'm so close. I'm going to cum. Whore, snarled Father Augustine. That is all you are. A whore. Your whore, Father, she shuddered. Her asshole tightened on his cock. She bucked beneath him. Yes, I'm cumming, Father. I'm such a whore, I'm cumming as you fuck my ass. Yes, you are. Joy's bowels massaged Father Augustine's dick. He groaned through clenched teeth. He never wanted to stop fucking her barely legal asshole, but his cum churned in his balls. He slammed into her depths and erupted. Blast after blast of his cum filled Joy's ass. She squealed beneath him as the pleasure rushed through his mind. He never wanted to give this up. After thirty years of holding onto his vow of celibacy, the priest knew he could never go back. Oh, Father, that was hot, Joy purred as he pulled his cock out of her asshole. You dirtied my cock, whore, Father Augustine growled. He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her face to his dick. Suck it clean. Joy blanched. Father, no. It's been in my ass. And you're a whore, so you have no shame. Nothing is too dirty for you. Joy looked into his eyes. She shuddered, then nodded her head. Yes, Father. The priest groaned in delight as her tongue licked at his dick. She cleaned him up, savoring every filthy bit. The priest smiled. I'm taking you home with me. I'll find a place for you to work in the church. You'll be my little whore. I'll fuck you all the time. Yes, Father, Joy purred between licks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The demon Jezebel smiled as she watched the priest's corruption. She only had to whisper a few words to send him over the edge and fuck Joy's ass. Soon, he would be her weapon. She would turn him and make him defend the very thing he hated. Vampires. Jezebel delighted in her work. She watched the mortals as they dressed and headed to his parish van. Joy climbed in, a smile on her lips. She was the perfect tool for the priest's corruption. Through her, Jezebel would make the priest forswear his vow to God and gain true power. What is all this back here, Father? Joy asked as she peered in the back. I...I was too scared to ask last night, but now... The tools to fight evil, Father Augustine answered. True evil, not your whorish kind. Wow, the girl gasped. With weapons? Are you a vigilante? A vampire hunter. Joy's eyes widened. She stared at the priest in awe. Jezebel smiled and pressed herself against Joy's body from the Ether. She pressed her fingers into Joy's mind. The girl needed to tempt the priest and push him over the edge. It was Jezebel's final intervention. A sanctioned one. No angellike that cunt Auroracould undo her work. Whenever an angel intervened with a mortal, somewhere a demon was allowed to intervene without Heaven's reprisal. Jezebel could intervene whenever she wanted, but then Heaven would bring their might to bare. But Heaven, bound by their rules, still had to intervene in the world and, thanks to those stupid rules, gave Jezebel the opportunities to play. This time, Jezebel wouldn't slip up and give Aurora excuse to cast her back into Hell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sun imprisoned Damien in his house. He could not escape its pure rays. He glanced at the heavy curtains covering the windows. Beams of sunlight leaked out, splaying across the wall. His skin crawled as he watched the dust dance in the pure shafts. Britney slumbered on the bed as she recovered from her near death. Her blood scented the air. Damien ignored his hunger. He had fed enough. Instead, he planned. He had a hunt to conduct. Faust Crespo had turned his wife and taken her. Damien would get her back and avenge them both. He sat on the bed beside the comatose Britney. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, her rhythm strong. Her breasts rose and fell in the Chicago Bear's jersey, the collar stained with her blood. The puncture wounds had already healed. Damien sat with his laptop resting on his thighs. The heat didn't burn his naked legs like it would when he was human. Now his body drank in the heat, growing warmer than the ambient air temperature. His fingers hunted and pecked on the keyshe never learned Abigail's ability to type. His eyes flicked through the pages of the corporate website. Faust, Inc., leads the world in biomedical research, information technology, and aerospace hardware. With subsidiaries in the thirty countries and contracts with US, Canadian, and European Defense Departments, Faust, Inc. brings the future to the present. Damien rolled his eyes. He studied the pictures of the building. Friendly faces streaming in through the glass doors in the heart of Chicago. His keen eyes spotted the guards in the shadows. Men in suits, wearing sunglasses in doors. You're a vampire. Are your men trained to fight undead, Faust? Or are they just useful against humans? Damien wrote on the very notepad that Abigail had used for her note. Then he went back to the computer. He used Google street viewer and circled the block of Faust Tower, examining the building. Two separate parking garage entrances, a main entrance, and three side entrances. He spotted more guards and plenty of security cameras. He tabbed back to the Faust Towers, clicking on the public relations department. Visit the amazing observation deck for a breath-taking view of Lake Michigan and the Chicago Skyline. Faust Towers, at 112 stories, is the tallest skyscraper in the United States and the fourth tallest in the world. Available for rent for parties and other special events. Damien noted that. The security had a hole if tourist were allowed access to building's observation deck. He switched to the biography of Faust Crespo on Wikipedia. Faust Crespo is something of an enigma in these modern days, shunning public functions and celebrity in favor of quietly running the third largest corporation in the world from behind the scenes. His brief public appearances have always been at night, leading some to speculate that he suffers from prophyria, a rare disease where the suffer has an adverse reaction to sunlight from simple pain to rashes and open sores that can occur within minutes of exposure. Or being a vampire, Damien muttered. He shook his head. Were you a vampire from the beginning? Or where you turned after founding your empire? How did the Knights Venator and the Jesuits miss you? Faust Crespo had power, and not just the temporal sort. Damien well knew Vampires, like most monsters, often made deals with demons. Faust would have demonic entities ensuring he remained undetected by the church and Heaven. Damn, Damien muttered. It was strange to realize he was no longer on Heaven's side. He stared at his hands. They were stronger than they had been. He could move objects with his mind and hear a pin drop half a mile away. If he dropped down the control on his senses, he would be assault by sounds, smells, and sights. There was so many more shades of color than Damien had ever realized. They could overwhelm him if he wasn't careful, assaulting his mind. He glance at the clock on the laptop. 9:18 AM. It was early summer. The sun wouldn't set for nearly eleven hours. He was trapped in here. His wife was in the clutches of a sadistic vampire, her body used and degrade for the vampire's pleasure, while he was imprisoned by the sun in his house. His anger rose. Damien snarled, his hands balling into fists. He seized his laptop and raised it before he stopped. He sat it on the nightstand and leaned back against the headboard. I need to keep in control. I cannot let this rage poison me. The last time he had been so angry, he was eighteen and marching through the halls of his high school with Abigail and their two friends, hunting the rapier preying on their school. Only he and Abigail had walked out alive after killing Vincent. The anger had driven them. They hadn't planned their hunt that well. They had no idea what they were walking into. I can't do that again. I need to plan. Faust is not Vincent. I need to go to Chicago and establish a base. Damien closed his eyes. I'll need to reconnoiter the building. I'll need to discover if he has more than human guards. Damien's eyes opened. Where will I get my equipment? He and Abigail only kept a small amount of weapons and equipment in the basement. He had a crossbow, a silver machete, and a few vials of holy water. And no way to get more. He couldn't go to Father Augustine and ask the Jesuits to outfit him. I'm the enemy now. In a few days, Father Augustine will realize something has happened to me and Abigail. He'll know we've fallen. Been turned. He'll tell the order. Then they'll come for us. The Knights Venator knew the greatest threat to the world were their fellow Knights fallen into darkness. Most vampires had no idea what their strength and weaknesses were. They were sired and cast into the world to be hunted. Few, like Faust, ever lived more than a few years. The Knights were skilled, but an enemy that knew their tactics would have the advantage. I should call Father Augustine and let him know what happened. He could help me kill Faust and... Damien growled. His duty was clear. He and Abigail had to die. They had sworn oaths to protect the world. In fact, Damien should throw himself into the sunlight before he caused any more harm. He had already turned Britney into a thrall after almost killing her. He stared down at her innocent face. He had watched her blossom into a young woman. How many other young women will I destroy? His eyes went to the sunbeam. All he had to do was walk to the window and throw open the curtains. And die? Throw away everything before I've even avenged us? Before I freed Abigail? Damien knew he wouldn't. Couldn't. He knew his duty and he rejected it. He wasn't ready to die. I have work to do. Britney's eyes fluttered open. She took a deep breath, her heartbeat quickening. Damien inhaled and savored the hot, salty scent of her life's blood coursing through her veins. It mixed with a sweeter scent, the breast milk leaking from her nipples. Master, Britney whispered. A shudder went through her. You spoke in my dreams. You claimed me. Did I? Damien asked in surprise. Yes. Her supple legs writhed together, the hem of her jersey sliding down her right thigh as she bent her leg up. Another artery surged life down her inner thigh, beckoning him. It mixed with the sweet scent of her pussy's arousal. In my dreams, your voice caressed me and bound me. Damien didn't know what to say. I dreamed of this moment. Her hand reached out, touching his naked thigh. Her skin was warm with life. His cock ached and hardened as she slid up. I've wanted to be yours for so long. I've loved you from afar, never wanting to waste your time with my schoolgirl crush. And now? Damien groaned. He had never been unfaithful to his wife. Even dreams of other women made him feel guilty. He only felt arousal now as his thrall's hand reached his thick pubic hair. Now you've claimed me. You drank my blood. It was rapture, Master. A shudder ran through her body. Her milk leaked from her nipples and stained the dark-blue of her jersey. Magical. Damien's eyes stared at her breasts straining her jersey, Her nipples were hard points centered in the dark spots. Her milk smelled almost as delicious as her blood. His cock ached harder as her fingers reached the base of his shaft. I've always wanted to do this, Britney moaned as her hand stroked his shaft. He groaned at the warmth of her hand, her life, stroking up and down his dick. A bead of precum appeared at the top. And now you're something special. A vampire. And that makes you wet? Yes, she moaned, leaning over. Her golden curls spilled about his thigh. Her breath was warm as it caressed over the tip of his cock. So wet. I need to worship you. There's this voice inside of me, telling me to be bad. To be your...whore. Damien savored the delicate shudder that ran through her body. Whore. You want that. You want to be my whore. Yes. Britney's moan was as wanton as Abigail's had been when Faust took her. Damien seized her blonde hair and pushed her mouth on his cock. Then suck, whore. Put that mouth to use. Worship me. Britney moaned about his dick. Damien closed his eyes. Her warmth infected him. Her tongue swirled about the tip of his cock. He had never felt another woman touch him there. Only Abigail. And now my whore. Damien smiled as Britney sucked. Her tongue swirled about the tip. She didn't have Abigail's skill. But she would learn. Her hand gripped the base of his cock as she sucked. His toes curled as the pleasure shuddered through him. That's it, whore, Damien growled, his fingers tight in her hair. My whore. Another shudder ran through her body, accompanied by a low moan. Her pleasure vibrated his cock. He pressed her down, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth. Britney didn't fight him. She would let him do anything to her body. If he commanded her, she would slit open her throat and bleed to death for his pleasure. His hips thrust up, pressing his cock deep into her mouth. His tip brushed the back of her head. He pulled her head up and then pushed her down. He groaned, savoring her mouth sliding up and down his dick while she sucked. You're eager for my cum, whore. Another moan. The scent of Britney's sweet pussy juices grew stronger, her cunt growing wetter. It mixed with the coppery scent of her blood pumping through her veins and the cream of her breast milk. Damien wet his lips, savoring the anticipation of sampling all her delights. Her lips were sealed tight as he worked her mouth up and down his dick. The tip of his cock throbbed in her hot depth. Her tongue caressed him when he pulled her up, and then he pushed her down until it brushed the back of her throat. Don't fight, whore, Damien growled as he kept pressing. Britney coughed and gagged as his cock forced its way down her throat. She didn't fight it. She welcomed his cock. She moaned at her discomfort, her throat stretching around his thick shaft. She swallowed, massaging his dick. That's it, whore, he growled. He pushed out his telekinesis. He pulled up her jersey, exposing the cheeks of her ass. Pale and delicious. She shuddered at the touch of his mind. He pinched her. She moaned about his dick, massaging it with her humming pleasure. Such a delicious whore. You are all mine. Forever. Britney's musk grew stronger. That's right. You are mine. You will help me rescue Abigail. Then you'll serve us as our whore. Our thrall. Forever. Damien's dick throbbed. He pulled her head up. She sucked the entire way. He snarled, his back arching and his balls boiling. The suction of her mouth pulled the cum out of his balls. He held her in place as the cum erupted. Britney moaned in delight as her mouth was flooded with his salty cum. She swirled it around inside of her mouth. She drank it down. Thick swallows poured down her throat. Another blast erupted, filling her mouth. Damn, he growled as he pulled her mouth off his dick, his cum staining her lips. You were good. For a virgin. Thank you, Master, she groaned. I am so happy I could serve. His canines grew into sharp fangs. He had to feed. Let me see those tits. I've wanted to see them. I've noticed them straining your tops. You were always trying to attract my attention. I was, she panted as she ripped off the Bears jersey, carelessly tossing it on the floor. Her tits were ripe and large, but still perky with her youth. Barely more than eighteen. A succulent treat. Damien pressed her down as he lowered his lips to her heaving tits. His hand squeezed them, sinking into their warmth. Blood pumped through them. Her milk beaded her pink nipples. A virgin with lactating tits. What a marvel. He leaned over and licked her nipple, his tongue swirling around and gathering up the droplets of creamy, sweet milk. The flavor danced on his tongue. He groaned as he let his enhanced senses experience all the delightful nuance. Let me nurse you, Master, moaned Britney. I want more than breast milk, Damien growled. I know, she gasped. Drink my blood. It's why you made me your slave. Thrall, Damien corrected. Her blue eyes fluttered. Your thrall, Master. Feed off of me. Her hands cupped Damien's cheeks. She pulled him to her nipple. Use me. Damien's lips engulfed her nipple and areola. He sank his fangs into her areola. Britney gasped, her voice low and orgasmic. Her body undulated beneath Damien as her blood trickled into his mouth, coppery and delicious. Damien suckled. Britney moaned. Her creamy breast milk squirted into his mouth, mixing with her blood. Damien's cock throbbed as he ingested the two delights. The flavors mixed in his mouth, bursting with life. She nourished him, her hands stroking his face as he suckled. Damien let his hands roam her body as he drank her breast milk and blood. Both were warm in his mouth, a mix of sweet and salt, tanged with copper. It warmed down his stomach. His cheeks hallowed as he suckled greedily for his treat. Oh, Master, yes, gasped Britney. That's it. Feed from my tit. Let my body nourish and strengthen you. Oh, I love you, Master. Love... Damien's eyes flicked up to his Thrall. Her blue depths were wet with emotion. She bit her lip as she stared into his eyes. Her body undulated as he nursed. Her heart raced. Her pussy rubbed against his stomach as she humped and ground. Damien lifted his lips. Blood beaded around her nipple, a trail running across the slope of her breast. He licked it up back up to her nipple and took a quick suckle, savoring the blood and milk mixed together. He pulled her face down and kissed her, sharing the flavors with her. Britney moaned into the kiss, her tongue darting in, savoring her breast milk and blood mixed together. Her body bucked beneath him. Her flesh grew hotter as a small orgasm burst through her body. Master, she gasped as he kissed down to her other breast, nipping and puncturing her skin, leaving bloody kisses in his wake. His lips covered in crimson, he sucked her pink nipple into his mouth, her milk flooding his lips. His dick ached beneath him and her pussy smelled so intoxicating. He moved lower, biting and sucking her blood. Mmm, Britney moaned, smearing her blood across her breasts and gathering the crimson beads on her fingers. She brought it to her lips and moaned as she sucked. I used to hate this flavor, but now...it's wonderful. My life... Damien grinned at her as he pushed her thighs apart. Her pussy beckoned. You'll drink plenty of blood. Britney smiled and licked her blood stained fingers. Damien sank his teeth into her pubic mound. The blood flowed, staining her blonde curls and trickling down to the folds of her pussy. Her spread her open, stroking her hymen before he licked through her sweet flesh, gathering her pussy juices and blood. Master, Britney gasped as he nipped her labia, sucking her blood before he found her clit. Oh, master, you are driving me wild. Good, Damien snarled. I want you wild. Britney grinned and brought her bleeding nipple to her lips. She sucked her blood and milk, moaning as Damien sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue flew over it before he nipped the sensitive bud. Britney's body bucked as the pain shot through her. She moaned around her nipple as her body thrashed. Her pussy clenched, and her juices flowed out as her cum erupted through her body. Damien drank down her sweet juices and blood, letting the two flavors mixed together. Are you ready to be my whore? Damien growled as he crawled up her body. Yes, Master, moaned Britney. Pop my cherry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Britney's body trembled as she lay beneath her master. Her body was covered in tiny bites oozing blood. Her lips were stained with the mix of her creamy breast milk and her blood. Every little wound throbbed with agonizing bliss. Her Master's cock pressed on her hymen. He stared down at her, his dark eyes commanding her soul. Britney's heart fluttered in excitement. She was eager for more pleasure. I've dreamed of this moment so many times. Her Master thrust. Britney gasped as her cherry tore. Pain and pleasure rushed out of her pussy as Damien sank into the depths of her folds. Her thighs locked around his waists as she pulled down his strong, cool body. Her breasts pressed to his chest, smearing her blood into his muscles. My blood on his cock, his chest, and his lips, the former virgin gasped as her Master's cock slammed in and out of her pussy. Fuck me, Master, Britney gasped, moaning like the girls in the pornos Mary had shown her. Pound my cunt. It belongs to you. Yes, he growled, his lips leaning down to her neck. Her heart beat faster as his fangs sank into her flesh. She shuddered and bucked into his thrusts as he drank her blood. It pumped out of her in a rush of bliss. To Britney, it was the most intimate act. She fed her Master. I love you, she groaned as her body undulated beneath him. Her Master sucked harder at her neck. Her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her fingers clawed into his back as she undulated. She savored every inch of his dick reaming her pussy. All the pain and pleasures of her body swirled together. Damien growled into her neck as her blood flowed into him. Her pussy tightened and relaxed. Her toes curled. Britney shuddered as her orgasm swelled within him. Her moans grew louder. She screamed her delight. Fuck me, Master! Let everyone hear how my Master has pleasured my body. Pound my cunt. Cum in me. Let my body satiate you. I'm your slave. Her orgasm burst through her. Britney shuddered beneath her Master. Her pussy spasmed, milking his cock. She was eager for his seed. Her fingernails bit into his back as his teeth dug deeper into the flesh of her neck. His body spasmed. His cock slammed into her depths. Her Master erupted into her. Yes, she gasped as her pussy milked him. Oh, yes, Master. So good. Damien lifted his lips, stained with her blood, and kissed her. She moaned, drinking in her blood. Another orgasm rippled through her body. The world spun around her as she was consumed with passion for her Master. And then he collapsed on her. She held him. He rolled off of her and she cuddled up against him. He stroked her skin and closed his eyes. All the wounds on her body healed, the pain fading as her body used her Master's cum to replenish the fluids he had stolen. Damien fell into sleep. Britney smiled at her Master. She rolled out of bed and found her jersey, pulling it on. His cum ran down her thighsshe loved it. Her fingers reached down and scooped up the hot treat. You just rest, Master. I'll make sure you have a tasty meal when you wake up. I'll take care of everything. Britney had a bounce to her steps as she walked out of the bedroom. She paused, smiling at her sleeping Master and his strong body, then she headed down the stairs, her bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aurora watched Britney, her heart breaking for the girl. What is she doing? Fetching Damien a woman to feed on, Gideon sighed as he studied his notepad. Another victim? The spectacled angel nodded, his face somber. Her friend. If only I had crossed over and saved Damien. Then Britney and her friend wouldn't suffer. Was obedience to Heaven worth having to see the consequences of my inaction? Will he still kill Faust, or will he degenerate into a frenzy of feeding? With Britney fetching him this snack... Gideon swallowed. There is a 60% chance Damien kills the girl outright. If he does, he will have a true hunger for blood. He will spiral out of control and lose all focus on rescuing his wife. Aurora squeezed her eyes shut. How much damage will my failure cause? To be continued...

Author: mypenname3000 Title: The Vampire's Kiss Chapter Nine: Vampiric Hungers Summary: Damien has rescued Abigail, but the sun rises stoon. Will there be time for he and his wife to escape the sun's killing rays? Keywords: MF FF MFF Fsolo vamp viol oral 1st D/s Copyright 2016 The demon Jezebel lurked in the depths of Father Augustine's soul. Her corrupted priest drove the gray church van into the slumbering city of Chicago. In the back, amid the weapons designed to fight vampires, lay the three enslaved women dominated by the priest. They were both his whores and his unholy champions. Demonic powers lurked in the souls of the women. They would kill the vampiric threats to Jezebel's client Faust. The powerful vampire had bargained with Jezebel for protection against Heaven's interference. So far, Faust had upheld his end of their agreement, corrupting the elite of Chicago into perversion, blackening theirs souls and expanding the demon's power. So far, no Knights Venator, the hunters employed by the Catholic Church had moved against Faust. Until Heaven found a loophole. Jezebel wasn't certain how. The demon had followed Heaven's silly rules when she made her pact with Faust. The angels believed in the preservation, or at least the illusion, of free will. Every time an angel intervened for good, a demon could intervene for evil. Jezebel had accumulated her interventions and used them on Faust. But the angels found a way to circumvent the rules. Jezebel suspected Aurora. The angelic cunt always found ways to interfere where she was not wanted. And using vampires. What is Heaven up to? Jezebel had learned of the threat, and discovering the source made using Father Augustine all the more delicious. Damien and Abigail D'Angelo, vampire hunters, had been turned. Augustine had been their chaplain. And now he would kill them to protect a vampire. All of the priest's service, thirty years of warring against vampires, undone because of his lust to fuck his parishioners. Jezebel loved being a demon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Father Hyrum Augustine was alert and excited as he neared the edge of Chicago. Since he had embraced the feminine voice whispering inside him and given his sacrament to the three whores in the back, the priest had felt invigorated. He did not feel forty-eight but two decades younger. His cock was lead in his cassock as he listened to his whitish warriors giggle and moan in the back. The three sluts were naked and caressing each other, saturating the wicked holes between their thighstheir cunts. Every woman was a whore to that greedy hole. Wet, hot, aching to be filled by fingers, tongues, cocks, or any other stiff, thick objects the patterns could get their hands on. But he had freed these three. They lived to please only him, United by the holy sacrament of his seed collected from Samantha's virgin snatch. And right now, he needed pleasing. One of you sluts, get your mouth on my dick right now, he said, his voice a gravelly growl. Ooh, which one of us should do it? moaned Joy. Augustine had found Joya blonde, barely legal nymphettewalking down the side of the road. Dominating her had been the start of his transformation from simple priest into holy master. I would love to, the young Samantha said. Augustine imagined her pushing up her glasses from her cute nose. She was engaged to be married, but the priest had shown the woman she really just was horny to lose her virginity and did not love her fiance. May I suck your cock? Oh, you're so cute, the married Donna Lawson moaned. Cuckolding the whore from her husband had been satisfying. Her daughter Britney had been claimed by Damien. Anger curdled in the priest. His two charges, Damien and Abigail, had fallen to the undead scourge. Augustine and his whores would put them down. The priest had so wanted to claim Abigail as one of his slatterns, but she was wholly lost. What a waste. Yes, Samantha, go suck his cock, Joy purred. I'll finger your pussy while you do it. Thank you for helping me control my wicked lusts, Father, moaned Samantha as she crawled between the bucket seats and reached for the priest's cock through his black cassock, her glasses slipping down her nose. It is a sacrifice, slut. Did our play in the back make you hard? Samantha purred, her brown hair falling about her innocent face. Yes, Father Augustine groaned, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel as she lifted his cassock. He wore no underwear beneath, and the fabric rubbed across the sensitive crown of his dick. That was so wicked of us. Samantha licked her lips. Women are so wicked for inflicting sin on men. That's right, the priest growled. The feminine voice laughed inside him. Women need to remember their place. On our knees, relieving the erections we cause in our husbands. She grasped the priest's dick. Or our spiritual leaders. Amen, groaned Augustine as her wet, hot, warm mouth engulfed his dick. He groaned, fighting to stay in control of the van as her juicy mouth swirled her tongue around the frenulum. The pleasure rippled down his cock to his balls. Samantha sucked hard and moaned. She squirmed as she knelt, Joy pressed against her side. The blonde's hand shoved between Samantha's thighs, rubbing at the whore's cunt. Samantha bobbed her head, taking more and more of the priest's cock as she shuddered on Joy's fingers. Joy nuzzled her lips against Samantha's ear. Her tongue licked out, flicking around it and bringing another moan from the sweet Samantha's lips. Father Augustine savored her sucking mouth and passionate sighs, his dick aching in the hot depths of her mouth. That's it, slut, cooed Joy. She licked Samantha's ear again while Joy's finger plunged noisily in and out of Samantha's cunt. Satiate the father. Relieve his cock and keep him from sinning. It was good that there was no traffic on the road. Father Augustine drifted into the right lane as the pleasure boiled in his balls. He let out a groan. The wheels thundered as the drove over the reflectors dividing the lane. What a whorish mouth, groaned the father. He jerked the van back over, struggling to pay attention to the road as his dick ached in her ear, wet depths. The slut sucked and bobbed. His cock brushed the back of her throat. You can take more his cock than that, hissed Joy. Deep-throat the father. Satiate him, slut. Yes, groaned Donna, her voice thick with passion. Swallow his cock. You have to please him with your whorish mouth. Samantha moaned her agreement, her passion humming around the priest's dick. Father Augustine's head arched back as his slut swallowed his dick, the tip popping into her throat. The priest squeezed hard on the steering wheel as his balls boiled to a hot froth. The van's tires buzzed over the stripes set on the highway's shoulder. He had drifted left. He jerked the wheel. The pleasure tensed his body. Hallelujah! Cum exploded out of his cock right down the whore's throat. He groaned through grit teeth, the van drifting right then back left. The pleasure burst through him with every blast of his cum until every drop was sucked from his cock. Samantha's mouth popped off his cock. I did it, she moaned, her eye squeezing shut, her cheeks flushed. Yes, yes, Joy, I did it. Now you get to cum, slut, purred Joy. The sluts kissed as Samantha orgasmed. She moaned into Joy's lips. Samantha shivered and her back arched. She broke the kiss, tossing back her head to scream out her pleasure. Her voice echoed through the van. Father Augustine planted, his body buzzing with bliss as he focused on the road. Chicago's downtown approached, looked over by Faust Tower. It dominated the Chicago skyline, rising taller than Willis Tower. The feminine voice whispered. Damien and Abigail would come to the tower. He had to start his mission from there. Faust was in danger. It was his holy mission to protect it. I'll protect Faust and cleanse the world of Damien and Abigail. The feminine voice laughed. And Britney shall be your reward. Mother and daughter writhing together for your pleasure. Amen, groaned Father Augustine, a feverish edge to his words. His holy warriors dressed as he drove through the sleeping streets of downtown Chicago. No homeless lurked in the alleys, or thugs prowled the night within blocks of Faust Tower. A preternatural stillness gripped the city. Father Augustine's instincts twinged. Something had driven away the homeless and the criminals. Not the cops. They rarely could be this effective. Fear laced the air. The priest's forehead furrowed. The feminine voice soothed away his concerns. Do not worry. Just follow my commands, and I shall continue to bless you. I will. Will what, Father? asked Donna. Protect Faust and follow our holy mission. Amen, breathed Samantha. The feminine voice's whispered instructions guided Father Augustine. He turned into the parking garage's entrance, driving down a ramp to a heavy, metal gate blocking the entrance. Electric engines whirled and the gate rose, the metal clinking. The priest drove into the garage, lit by harsh yellows, while the gate dropped down behind them. He drove the van through the near empty garage. Three men waited by the elevator. A limousine was parked nearby. Augustine pulled into the nearest parking spot and examined the three men. All were fit, strong men, trained and carrying handguns beneath their suit jackets. One was Black, the other two White. Be on guard, Augustine said. We will, Father, answered Joy, her voice cold, calm. In the rear view mirror, Augustine observed the subtle change cross over each woman. The communion he had given them strengthened their bodies and sharpened their reflexes. Father Augustine climbed out and faced the men. The van's side door rasped open and then closed. His women appeared surrounding the priest as his guard. The men at the elevator tensed, recognizing the danger the women presented. Faust is expecting you, a guard said in a Texan twang. You must be something special to get him to leave a party early. I'm here to protect him, Father Augustine answered. The blond guard snorted. In a German accent he said, We protect the boss. Not from the threat that faces him. I know how to fight and kill vampires. So do we, rumbled the Black man. Faust wants to see 'em, the Texan said with a shrug. Ain't really matter beyond that. The Black man grunted then hit the call button on the elevator. He motioned inside. Let's go. Faust's waiting. Father Augustine and his whores stepped into the elevator. The three men followed and hit the 112th floor. The top floor. Augustine wasn't surprised that one of the richest and most powerful man in the world had his office all the way at the top of the tallest building in America. The elevator ride was long and quiet save for the tinkling of inoffensive lounge music. Father Augustine trembled with ecstatic energy. The feminine voice crooned while her presence slid through him. He was possessed. The Holy Ghost had fallen upon him like the saints of old, choosing him for a divine mission. His eyes slid down, staring at the asses of his whores. His rewards for service were a delight to his eyes. His cock stiffened, anticipating one of his sweet whores' holes. Britney's cunt. What a sweet delight it will be to watch mother lick my seed from her slattern daughter's cunt. The elevator doors opened. Signs in the lobby pointed right for the public observation deck and restaurant. To the left was a set of double doors made of rich mahogany and locked by a card key entry system. The German produced a card key, swiped it, and the doors slid open on silent actuators. The doors were thick, the mahogany hiding reinforced steel. Beyond lay a spacious and well-furnished reception area, Faust's executive assistant's desk empty at this early hour. A set of frosted, glass doors had Faust Crespo, CEO written in gold lettering. The German led Augustine and his women across the room to the glass doors. The other two bodyguards brought up the rear. The ecstatic tremble of the feminine voice shook the priest. He drew in a deep breath, eager to meet the reclusive billionaire who was said to suffer from porphyria and could not expose his skin to sunlight. The doors opened. Faust stood at the large windows, looking out at the slumbering city of Chicago. He was a tall man with a powerful presence. He turned, dressed in a tailored, black, Italian suit and blood-red tie, a glass held in his hand. A red, thick liquid brimmed in it. Shock hit Augustine as Faust drank not a rich, red wine but blood. Vampire. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The demon Jezebel had prepared for this moment. Father Augustine hadn't accepted the truth of his situation. He would. Remember the rewards. He has to be protected, and the rewards will be so worth it. Young, hot cunt on your dick. Busty MILFs sucking on your cock behind their husbands' backs. You just have to have faith in me. Relax. But... She flooded his mind with fantasies of mother and daughter sixty-nining, licking his cum out of each other's taboo cunts. This will be yours. Trust me. Serve me, and you shall experience delights only the most perverse could imagine. Lust flooded the priest. He wanted that perverse delight. His corruption outweighed his conscience. Yes. I will do anything for that. Good. Now let me speak to Faust. The priest didn't fight as she seized control of his body. Her full possession wouldn't last long. Augustine was too much of a free agent for that. But, it would be enough for her to speak directly to her client and warn him of the danger. As she took control, the priest's posture shifted and changed as her feminine demeanor took over. His hip cocked to the right and a sultry smile crossed his grizzled lips. Well, you are still doing well for yourself, Faust, Jezebel purred through the priest's baritone. She strode from the priest's sluts. They gasped and whispered awed prayers, no doubt believing the Holy Ghost had possessed their priest. Useful idiots. Yes, our bargain has been more than satisfactory. He held up his glass of blood to her. Jezebel shook her head. It would only make my host vomit when I released control. Yes, yes, humans and their petty, biological reactions. You were one of those humans once. Jezebel placed the priest's hand on Faust's shoulder. Mmm, what a gorgeous boy you had been. Are you here just to reminisce? My next tribute isn't due for a year. There is a threat brewing. Heaven has found a way to strike at you. So there are holes in our agreement. Faust took another sip of his blood. It stained his lips. Why am I not surprised. And that's why I have tainted this priest and recruited whores for him. He shall defeat the threat for you. You've made the women into familiars? Faust arched an eyebrow. And Heaven let you get away with that? An angel was naughty. She broke the rules and gifted me a large intercession. I used it well. Though Father Augustine would still have protected you without it. He knows the threat facing you. Faust eyes narrowed. I planned on killing the good father. I guess that's out of the question. Definitely. He's your new ally. So, what is this threat? Has a host of Knights Venator been dispatched with an angel leading the van? A pair of vampires. That's it. Dante, Joe, and Karl can handle them. He motioned to the three guards. They're thralls. Strong, quick, and trained. And these vampires are former hunters. Faust's eyebrows narrowed. Who are these Hunters? And how did Heaven stomach using a pair of vampires, even if they were fallen agents? Damien and Abigail D'Angelo. Some of the best. As vampires, they'll deci Faust burst into laughter. Jezebel seethed at the mocking tone. Anger flared through her and into Father Augustine's body. The priest clenched his fist and straightened his back. He almost burst out of her control. Why are you laughing, Faust? I have already killed Damien, and Abigail is my thrall. I turned her. Jezebel hissed. You went after a pair of hunters? Hunters that killed so many of my beautiful children. Starting with Vincent. Faust face twisted. So I baited a trap for Abigail, turned her, and sent her home. She turned her husband and bound him for me. I cuckold Damien over and over then left him bound for the sun to finish off. He died at dawn. He did not. Jezebel struggled to control he anger. That was the angelic intercession I felt. That bitch Aurora kept him alive. Damien fed and turned in his house. Girls seen after dawn went missing in there. He's here in Chicago, and he'll be out for blood. I...see. Faust's jaw twitched. No, you don't. That's how Heaven found their opportunity. You involved yourself in mortal's lives. Damien and Abigail are free to seek vengeance against a vampire that attacked them without receiving Heaven's instructions. It bypassed my protection. You created this mess. Well, I still have Abigail. Good. Where? I left her at a party. She is being...punished. A smile crossed his lips. I let the humans fuck her and degrade her. Then she'll have to spend the day in that mansion, lurking from the sun while drenched in their cum. It's a very open place with lots of windows. She will have to work hard not to die. I have cameras set up to watch. I have been looking forward to it You need her under your direct control. Faust nodded. Yes, yes. If Damien has any vestiges of his old self left, she can be used against him. The doors opened. A tall, female vampiress walked in wearing a tight, black skirt and low-cut blouse. She was pale and lovely, her heels clicked as she crossed the floor. She moved with the grace of a hungry predator. Lynette, the sun will rise soon, Faust said. What are you doing here? He glanced at Jezebel. My secretary. Vincent sired her. His first child. He turned her just after she became eighteen, preserving her beauty. Sir, the security company at the mansion just phoned us, Lynette said. Their alarms went off. None of the guards are answering. Faust's lips tightened. Have you tried to call over there? No one is answering, not even Trenton and Al. Damien, cursed Jezebel. Her control over the priest slipped. Expect him to know a way of severing your control over Abigail. Faust turned to the window. The horizon lightened as dawn approached. He will not be coming in the daytime. Your priest must find his lair and kill him before nightfall. He will, Jezebel said and then her control slipped away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abigail laughed as the SUV roared off. Bloodlust and excitement burned through the vampiress. She was free of Faust, reunited with her husband, and violence was in the air. She glanced at the mansion. Every human that had abused her was dead, killed by Damien's harem. Her husband had been busy in the twenty-four hours since they had parted. Abigail squeezed her thighs together. They were sticky with Damien's cum and her pussy juices. She sat naked on the seat. She leaned back and rolled down the window, thrusting her foot outside, letting the wind roll over her toes and down her leg to caress her naked pussy. She delighted in the sensation. Damien's eyes glanced over at her as he drove. She shuddered and her nipples hardened beneath his gaze. His nostrils flared as he scented her excitement. Everything was enhanced as a vampiresmells, touches, tastes, sex, violence. Do you hear those sirens? Damien asked. They're coming for us. Innocent mortals, Sir, Aurora said from the back. The corrupted angel's body was splattered in blood of the mortals she butchered inside. Yes, yes, Damien said. We'll try not to kill them. Try, pouted Abigail. We're still Knights Venator. We'll protect the humans. We just don't have to worry about...collateral any longer. And what if I'm hungry? No one begrudges the shepherd taking a lamb from the flock to feed his family. Abigail shuddered and licked her lips. Ooh, yes. Family. Is that what we have here? She glanced at the angel and the two vampiresses in the back. Mary's black dress was soaked in blood and Rosa's golden-brown body was smeared in it. Abigail scented dozens of different humans blood on them. Are we a family? We're whatever Sire wants to call us, answered Rosa. We're a kinky family, giggled Mary. Mmm, especially with Britney and Vickie. Blood and milk, Miss Abigail, that's a wonderful combination. Wait until you try it. I can't wait. My feisty redhead, grinned Damien. Ahead, the first patrol car appeared. Lights flared as the cop car tuned sideways to block the street and slow their approach. Abigail's sharp gaze let her see across the distance and peer into the car. She caught the officers gaze and a thought popped into her head. Can I mesmerize him from here? She concentrated and sent out will. Move. The one word focused in her mind as she held the cops gaze. The cop car accelerated forward. Smoke squealed from the tires as they peeled out. The car lurched over the curb and smashed into a wrought iron fences. Mesmerizing gaze? Damien asked. She nodded. You? Telekinesis. Abigail laughed, her toes curling as the dangled out the window. She shoved her hands between her thighs and rubbed at her wet cunt. Show me what you can do on the next cop, dear. Abigail dug her fingers into her pussy. Pleasure shuddered through her. She was free of morality and all that bullshit. She would hunt other monsters because it was exciting. It made her heart beat and her cunt wet. Her pussy clenched on her fingers as the next Chicago P.D. car roared around the corner. Force hollowed out from the car, unseen save for the disturbance it caused in the air. The force slammed into the front, left fender of the turning car. Metal crunched and rubber squealed as the cop car lurched to the side. It's rear end fishtailed around. Damien cut the wheel hard to the right and swerved around the crashing cop car. Mary whooped in the back. Sire kicked his ass just by looking at him. Uh-huh, moaned Abigail. She loved the wet, juicy squish her fingers made as they fucked deeper into her cunt. She had three and slipped in a fourth, savoring her cunt stretching open. How hard was that to do? Hard, Damien growled. I hear more sirens. From up ahead. What can you do, Rosa? Abigail asked. Not sure. I can kill. She glanced at the horizon. Abigail followed Rosa's gaze. It lightened. More excitement poured into Abigail. Sun's coming, Sire. I bet it will be spectacular when it rises. We'll make it to safety, Abigail moaned, her pleasure building. Maybe. Damien turned the SUV hard and punched the accelerator. I can hear the cop car coming, Sire, Mary purred. Want me to take care of the next one? Yes, Damien growled. He glanced right and left as he barreled through an intersection. A car honked a horn and tires squealed. Go fuck them up, you slut, Abigail moaned, her pleasure building. Mmm, you were the biggest slut at our church. The absolute biggest, Mary agreed as she opened the door. Abigail ground the heel of her hand on her clit and her eyes fluttered. Death lurked less than thirty minutes away. She was dead, but she felt so alive. Her blood screamed through her veins. She groaned as her pussy clenched on her fingers. Mary leaped from the SUV. She landed beside it at a dead run. She kept pace with the SUV. Mary made keeping up with the racing SUV look like a light jog. She practically skipped, her blood-matted, black hair flying behind her. Abigail groaned at the sight of the vampiress. Covered in blood. How gorgeous. Damien glanced at Mary. Yes, she is. Hurry back, slut, Abigail moaned. I want to lick some of that blood from your body. Mary laughed and then she darted ahead as a blur. Strobing lights flashed ahead as another cop car approached. Mary's streak slammed into the cop car. Even with Abigail's enhanced vision, she couldn't be sure how the vampiress hit the car. But at the speed Mary ran, the impact was spectacular. The front fender crumbled and the hood bulged. The car spun in circles as it screeched through the intersection and crashed into a traffic light. The metal pole fell. Damien pressed the accelerator to the floor and blazed through the intersection. It crashed behind them in a burst of sparks. Nice, Rosa laughed. She's a cannonball. A smart use of force, agreed Aurora. Wow, I impressed the angel. Mary had returned and ran beside the car just outside Abigail's window. Aurora, a chopper's approaching, Damien said. Mary, get your ass in here. My wife wants to lick blood off of you. Yes, Mary moaned and pivoted. She grabbed the roof and swung her legs through the open window. Her body twisted and she landed on Abigail's lap. Hi. I fucked your husband. Several times. You naughty slut, laughed Abigail. The angel's wings flapped as she soared from the open door. Rosa slammed it shut while Abigail licked up the drying blood covering Mary's cleavage. Abigail savored the flavor of five different humans mixed together. She licked again, her tongue leaving swaths of pale flesh uncovered amid the crimson paint. The salty, coppery flavor burst inside Abigail's mouth. Her pussy clenched on her fingers and an orgasm exploded through her. Abigail sank her teeth into Mary's breasts, sampling the vampiress's blood. Mary shuddered on Abigail's lap. Fresh and drying blood mixed in Abigail's mouth. She licked up both as the pleasure rushed through her body. She ripped open Mary's blouse, her pink nipples, untouched by blood, spilled out. Abigail bit and sucked. She groaned around the nipple as her pleasure crashed through her body. Mary gasped and squirmed. The younger vampiress ground her wet pussy into Abigail's armed pinned between their bodies. The juices trickled down to Abigail's fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. Yes, yes. Sire, you have such a wicked wife. I know, he grinned. His hand reached over and squeezed Abigail's thigh. Enjoy the slut, hun? Oh, I plan on enjoying all your sluts, purred Abigail. She licked up more blood on her way to Mary's neck. Abigail bit again, drinking more of the vampiress's blood. There was an exciting tang to it. The blood didn't feed Abigail's hunger, not like a human's, but it was still intimate and dark. Abigail, sighed Mary. That's nice. Ooh, yes. I'm going to cum. Keep sucking my blood. I have no one to make me cum, pouted Rosa. In the air above, an engine wined. The thwop of the helicopter blades slowed. Abigail pulled her lips away to watch the police chopper descended, smoke billowing from the engine cowling. It wasn't crashing, but auto-rotating down. A moment later, the roof of the SUV groaned as Aurora landed. The angel swung into the car through an open window. I ripped out the gear box, Aurora answered. They should be able to land fine. You didn't kill them? pouted Rosa. Not everyone has to die. It's more fun when they do, though, Rosa moaned. Mmm, Aurora, you have a delicious mouth. I bet you would love to lick my pussy. I think we're clear, Damien said. The sirens are roaring behind us. It sounds like they're moving away. Fifteen minutes to sunrise, Mary purred. How close are we? Ten minutes. And morning traffic's starting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aurora the Corrupted Angel licked her lips as Rosa's naked, blood-drenched body spread out on the roomy back seat. Her legs spread. The Hispanic vampiress's flushed vulva split apart, revealing her pink, juicy depths. Devour me, Rosa moaned. Aurora had never licked a pussy before. Homosexuality was a grave sin in Heaven. She had angelic lovers before, but always male. Now she hungered for the forbidden. Her hands reached out while her wings flapped behind her. She smeared the blood down Rosa's thighs as the angel reached for the vampiress's pussy. Yes, work that blood into my cunt so you can lick it out, groaned Rosa. Aurora didn't hunger for blood, but sexual fluids. And Rosa's cunt brimmed with them. Aurora leaned down and pressed her face into Rosa's pussy. She licked the tart juices and coppery blood up, her angelic wings rustling. Ooh, Angel sex, purred Mary from the front seat. Hot, nasty, lesbian angel sex, groaned Rosa, squeezing her blood-stained tits. Get your mouth on my cock, slut, growled Damien. Yes, Sire. As Mary sucked noisily on Damien's cock, with wicked commentary from Abigail, Aurora delved her tongue into Rosa's silky depths. The angel reveled in her first time with a woman. She let her tongue lick through all the delicate folds. Her fingers spread Rosa's labia wide apart so the angel could gaze at the pink depths before she nuzzled and explored. Lord, I'm going to devour this cunt. Aurora leaned in and licked. She loved it. Her tongue licked up the blood diluted into the pussy. A pink froth that melted on her mouth and made her own cunt clench. Rosa moaned and undulated her hips, grinding against Aurora's licking mouth. That's it, angel slut, love my cunt. Mmm, yes. That's what you want. What you need. You're an angel slut looking to lick my pussy until I cum. The car turned and slowed. Aurora shifted on the seat and grasped Rosa to keep from falling off. She never stopped licking. The car rocked as it drove onto the sidewalk. Metal crunched and someone screamed outside. Aurora didn't care what sort of reckless tactics Damien used to get them back to the club. Sunlight would kill the vampires. It might even kill her. Aurora understood so little about what had happened to her. An angel had never been fed upon by a vampire before. She was something new. And she hungered for all manner of sex. She lusted for it. She had to experience it. Enjoy it. She pressed her lips tighter into Rosa's cunt. She licked and tongued her twat, gathering up all the juices while the vampiress moaned her delight. Sun's getting closer, Abigail purred. Ooh, we might die together. You'll have a woman's mouth on your cock when you die. Damien laughed. Maybe. Or maybe we'll make it. That'll piss off the sun. Yes, yes, yes, Rosa moaned. The beautiful sun. The horizon's getting so bright. I want to see it. Is she a daywalker? Abigail asked. Maybe, Rosa moaned. Oh, yes. I don't know if the sun will harm me, but I do know I'm going to cum if this angel-slut keeps licking me. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Make me explode. If I die, I want to die cumming on your sweet lips. Yes, panted Abigail. Mary sucked harder on Damien's cock, slurping loud. Aurora matched the vampiress's enthusiasm, licking and nuzzling at Rosa's flesh, drinking up all the vampiress's excitement as it poured out of her cunt right into Aurora's hungry mouth. The SUV turned again. Damien laid on the car horn. You could never tell he had his cock in Mary's mouth the way he drove with reckless skill. Aurora wanted to watch, but then she would have to stop devouring Rosa's snatch and feasting on her juices. Rosa bucked into the angel's licking mouth. Aurora could feel the pleasure swelling in the vampiress's depths, a growing tide which would soon consume Rosa with bliss. Aurora yearned for that explosion. She burned to drink the sexual energy and fluids gushing out of Rosa's cunt. The angel smeared blood on her fingers before working them between Rosa's butt-cheeks. She found the vampiress's puckered sphincter and thrust, the blood lubing the way. Rosa's tight bowels clenched on the angel's fingers. You wicked angel, gasped Rosa, her bowels clenching on Aurora's proving fingers. The vampiress pulled hard on her nipples, stretching out the brown nubs. Her head tossed back. You're such an angel-slut. Cum, god-damn you, hissed Aurora before latching her hungry lips on Rosa's clit. Aurora bit the sensitive nub. The pleasure sparked an explosion inside the vampiress. You fucking angel-slut. Fuck, yes. You whore. Damn, you know how to devour hot cunt. Aurora didn't answer. The angel's wings flapped as she drank the gushing, tart juices pouring out of Rosa's cunt. The angel devoured them, the sexual energy replacing what she expended in the fight. The juices drenched her face. So wonderful. Lord, I could bathe in cunt cream and jizz. Aurora's own orgasm burst through her cunt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Britney Lawson rolled black paint over the windows of the loft. It was thick paint, used for coating a house's exterior. She and Vickie worked fast, sliding their rollers through the paint and coating the windows. They started on the eastern wall, and now she was on the north while Vickie painted the south. There were so many windows. They had worked without break since their master left to save Abigail. Britney's back ached and sweat dripped from her body. Fatigue burned in her limbs. She ignored the pain. She would keep working. She had to make the loft safe for her master and his vampiresses. Britney was a thrall. She lived to obey and serve the vampire that had transformed her virgin body. She was more than human, blessed with more stamina and swift recovery. She replenished lost blood swiftly and her breasts constantly lactated. They were full of milk, another ache she had to ignore. Where are they? Vickie asked. The horizon's getting bright. Master is coming. He'll be here. Britney rolled her brush through the black paint and went to work on the next window. He's awesome, you know. I mean, even as a human. Him and Abigail both. So just keep painting. Leave the worrying to Master. We have our job to do. Right, Vickie nodded. The African-American bent down and poured more paint into her tray. I'm glad I followed him out of the convenient store. Being fed on is so exciting. Britney's pussy clenched. Yes, it is. So we need to keep working if we want our vampires to feed on is again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damien erupted into Mary's sucking mouth as he barreled through downtown. He sent out his telekinesis and knocked over a traffic light, blocking the one-way street crossing ahead. He droved the SUV onto the sidewalk then barreled through the intersection. Dawn was only minutes away. The horizon was bright. His heart beat with excitement as they flirted with death. Would they make it? Damien did not know. He reached out and took Abigail's hand. If we die, we'll burn together. Abigail squeezed his had back. She gazed intently ahead. At the next intersection, cross traffic had a green light. A car just entering the intersection jerked hard left and crashed into a truck in the next lane, blocking traffic. Go, she grinned, her eyes alive and hypnotic. Damien gunned through the intersection. My wife is amazing! There it is, squealed Mary, the vampiress bouncing as she knelt between Damien and Abigail's seats. We're close. So's the dawn, Damien growled. His heart hammered. At any moment the sun's rays would pop over the horizon. The light grew brighter in the rear view mirror. The brick building that houses the club Risqu on the first floor loomed. The windows on the second, the loft apartment he occupied, were blackened. It's coming, Rosa moaned, to free me. I can walk in the lights. The rays won't hurt me. Just the rest of us, Damien snarled. Sorry, Sire. I can't stop that. Damien cut the wheel hard, turning into the alleyway. Tires squealed. Golden light flared down the road as he drove into the building's shadow. Behind him, dawn's light painted the road. He slammed on the brakes and the SUV screeched to a halt. Damien laughed. They had done it. They made it back to the loft. The sun could not touch them in the buildings shadows. Abigail leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips. Her fangs bit him, his blood staining their kiss, sharing his life force. Abigail broke the kiss. Damien, you drove like a maniac. I loved it. Let's get inside and fuck. I'm so horny. Damn, you make driving sexy. Damien's dick throbbed. I have a surprise for you. What? Vickie. She still has her cherry. Damien leaned over. She's waiting to be plucked. Abigail shuddered. After we dispose of your SUV. Leaving it parked here won't work. The cop's will find it. And you know who they'll be answering to. Damien smiled. Nothing had really changed with Abigail. His wife was still in there, remembering her operational security. If the sun wasn't coming up, it would have been a mistake to even drive the SUV straight here. But living trumped that concern. Rosa, go upstairs, gather your clothing, and drive the SUV to near your apartment. Dump it. Shower, get ready for work. I want you showing up at your realty office. I don't want anyone connecting your midnight meeting lat night to me. Yes, Sire, Rosa said, her face tightening. And no feeding, Abigail added. Do I follow her orders, Sire? Yes. No feeding. No drawing attention to us. You're a daywalker. Lucky you. Damien grinned at her. When you get off work, return here. We'll begin planning Faust's death. Abigail moaned, Yes. They piled out of the SUV. Sunlight blanketed both ends of the alley, a prison of purity that would keep them trapped. Damien only hoped Britney and Vickie's paint job was thorough. An errant shaft of light peaking through could kill one of them. Abigail joined him, striding with naked confidence. Damien scooped her up in his arms. She was even lighter with his enhanced strength. They had been both reborn, given new lives, and it felt right to carry his vampiric bride across the threshold. She squirmed in his arms and smiled at him, her red hair dangling from her head. He would never again get to see the sunlight burnishing her hair. The door opened before Damien reached it. A naked Britney, milk leaking from her breasts and paint staining her hands and face, beamed at them. You saved her, Master. We're so happy, Vickie said. She also had paint staining her chocolate-brown skin. She knelt naked by several mattresses. Vickie looked up from smoothing out black sheets on the mattresses and smiled. There were no other furnishings in the loft. My eyes flicked across the windows. They were all painted black. None had any gaps. Damien set down Abigail. You did good, Thralls. He stared at Vickie. The sweet scent of her virgin blood beckoned. Very good. Mistress, gasped Britney as Abigail seized her big tits. The vampiress squeezed and milk squirted out, adorning Abigail's round breasts and dusky nipples. A moment later, Abigail bent down and bit into Britney's areola, nursing milk and blood at the same time. Yes, yes, Mistress. Mmm, that's wonderful. I'm so glad he saved you. Mmm, and I'm so glad Damien claimed you, Abigail purred. I saw your hot eyes on my husband before. Being claimed by him must have been your dreams come alive. Mostly, smiled Britney. They didn't include him feeding on me. But the sex...better than I could imagine. Damien strolled to Vickie. She smiled. Is it time to claim me, Master? I can feel your need. Abigail suckled again, purring in delight. Damien watched his wife nurse, savoring the mix of blood and milk scenting the air. Vickie went to work on stripping his clothing. She cooed in delight as she unveiled his muscular body. Her fingers were so much warmer than his flesh, almost burning his sensitive skin. He savored it. His dick throbbed hard. I'm so ready to be claimed by you, Master, Vickie moaned as she knelt to unlace his boots. Britney shuddered. Mary watched, already naked and fingering her snatch. Abigail hefted Britney's other tit. Mary swooped in, latching on and making the blonde thrall moan in pure delight. Her head tossed back and she shivered and gasped. Vickie pulled off his boots then removed his black fatigues. His cock came out. Her hands grasped it. She stroked his shaft and swallowed the tip. His body absorbed her heat as she sucked, his balls aching. Mmm, I can smell my husband's precum, Abigail purred, milk and blood staining her lips. So, that's the little virgin slut. Yes, Damien grinned. His vampiress strolled to him, leaving Britney and Mary to enjoy each other. Rosa strolled out, a pout on her lips while Aurora lounged on a windowsill, watching and savoring. Her fingers rubbed at her pussy. Abigail reached Damien. Her fingers ran through dark-black hair. They tightened and held Vickie's mouth on Damien's cock. The virgin sucked harder, her tongue swirling about the crown of his cock. Damien groaned as he stared into his wife's green eyes. We need to feast on her body first, moaned Abigail. You need to replenish your energy. Abigail was not gentle as she ripped Vickie's mouth from Damien's cock. The virgin thrall moaned in delight as she was thrown down onto the mattress. Her legs spread wide. Abigail fell between then and bit into her inner thigh. Blood spurted about Abigail's lips. She lifted her face. Feed, she commanded. Damien smiled. Always mothering me. If I didn't take care of you, who would? Damien knelt down between his thrall's thighs. Her blood pumped out of the her thigh, trickling down her legs to her pussy. The blood mixed with her tangy excitement. Damien lowered his head and licked from her wound to her pussy, savoring the mix of blood and cunt. Oh, yes, Master, sighed the virgin as his tongue licked at her hymen. Abigail leaned over and sank her fangs into Vickie's tit. The virgin shuddered and bucked as both vampires fed off of her. Abigail moaned as she drank the blood flowing out of Vickie's tit. Damien nipped and bit around Vickie's vulva, welling more blood to mix with her pussy juices. He devoured the virgin. Damien licked through her folds, gathering up the blood and pussy juices. His body craved the blood. His thrall gave up her life force, she shared it with him. And it was so sweet. He almost didn't want to pop her cherry. But he craved to defile her cunt and soil her purity. He bit into her vulva again. The blood pooling in her sex, engorging her flesh with her excitement, pumped into his mouth. Then he nuzzled into her snatch, licking through her folds and gathering up the tangy pussy juices. He savored both together before swallowing. Her cunt became a pink froth as she moaned and humped into his mouth. Master, she gasped. Oh, yes, Master. Devour me. Feed from me. It's my gift to you. I love you, Master. Mmm, what a sweet creature, Abigail moaned. She bit her way down the slope of Vickie's tit, leaving small, welling wounds beading with crimson. The Vampiress reached Vickie's neck and bit. Yes, Vickie shuddered as Abigail drank deep from the flood. Vickie spasmed. The ecstasy of the vampires' bites and the pleasure of Damien's tongue licking her pussy crashed together. She bucked on the mattress as her orgasm burst through her. She gasped and shuddered, her hot juices flooding into Damien's hungry mouth. Damien drank them down, spiced by her blood. He loved her moans and cries. His dick ached so hard. He was ready to fuck her. He had feasted, satiating one hunger. He had another that craved her innocent flesh. Damien rose and seized her hips. Time to lose that innocence, slut. Yes, take me, Master. Abigail rose, her cheeks bulging as she held a mouthful of blood. It sheeted down her chin and neck to her pale breasts and stained her dusky nipples. The blood glistened as she straddled Vickie's face and ground her pussy on the thrall's mouth. Vickie didn't hesitate. She tongued through Abigail's cunt. Damien smiled and leaned over his thrall as he rubbed his dick against her bloody pussy. Abigail seized his head and pulled Damien in for a kiss. They shared the thrall's sweet blood as Damien thrust. The blood poured down his throat. He groaned into his wife's coppery kiss as his dick slammed through Vickie's hymen. The virgin's moans were muffled as she thrashed and shuddered beneath the two vampires, her pussy stretching around Damien's girth. He savored defiling her. He had corrupted almost all his women. Her cunt clenched down on his dick. Her bloody thighs gripped his hip, smearing her life against his body. She humped against him, her body craving more delights. Fuck the slut, moaned Abigail when she broke the kiss. Cum in her untouched depths. Damien fucked Vickie hard. He slammed his dick into the depths of her pussy. She could take it. She was a thrall. Already, the oozing bites decorating her breasts faded, leaving only the drying blood behind. Fuck her, Abigail hissed. Every time you slam into her cunt, she moans into my pussy. You better make her cum hard, slut, Damien ordered. Make my wife howl. Abigail's eyes rolled in her head. She smiled. Mmm, yes, that's it, whore. Dig my tongue right through my pussy. I haven't felt a woman's mouth tongue me since Lynette. Damien almost stopped thrusting. What? Once, she groaned. Before we really were dating. Oh, yes, lick me like Lynette did. She made me cum so hard, but it scared me. I didn't want to think I was into girls, not when I was hot for you, Damien. Damien thrust hard again, picturing his wife and her best friend in high school writhing together. Lynette had been a beautiful creature before Vincent turned her into a vampiress, but she disappeared in the aftermath of his death. Abigail had hunted for her friend but never found a trace of Lynette Damn, I wish I had seen that, groaned Damien. I bet you would have liked the both of us in your bed, gasped Abigail. Ooh, the old me would never have done that. I never wanted another woman to enjoy that cock. Fuck, Damien growled. I'm going to watch you make love to all my women. Over and over. Abigail arched her back. Yes, yes, you fucking slut. Lick my twat. Oh, yes. Cum, Damien growled. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders as she thrashed on Vickie's mouth. Her blood-stained tits heaved and her moans echoed through the loft. Vickie shuddered and drank down Abigail's tart juices. Damien drank in the sight of his orgasming wife. Such a radiant beauty. Cum in the slut, gasped Abigail as she writhed. Her fingernails dug deeper into his flesh. His blood trickled. The pain shot down to his dick, building the pressure. He fucked Vickie hard, savoring her tight embrace. Her heat burned through his cock. His balls tightened. The vampire snarled as he grew closer and closer to cumming. Abigail bucked a final time, then smiled as her orgasm passed. She leaned against him, pressing her sticky tits to his chest. Her lips found his ear. Cum in the slut. She wants it. She needs it. Give it to her. Abigail's tongue licked his ear. Damien hugged his wife tight as he thrust into his thrall. His balls erupted. His cum pumped into Vickie's virgin depths. The pleasure boiled through him as he held his wife. He had won her back from Faust. And now he would kill that bastard. Vickie gasped and moaned, her pussy milking the cum from his cock as she came. Damien savored the bliss and sank his teeth into Abigail's neck. The flood of her blood made his final blast of cum shoot rapture through his body. We'll kill him together, Abigail promised with a low whisper as he was gripped by his orgasm. Yes, he growled. To be continued...

Author: mypenname3000 Title: The Vampire's Kiss Chapter Fifteen: Angelic Lusts Summary: Abigial has fallen under Father Augustine's control. Damien is forced to watch his wife's wanton surrender to the priest's dark lusts. Keywords: MF MFF FF D/s cheat inc lac cuck wife vamp anal exhib humil Fdom oral viol Copyright 2016 Damien D'Angelo thrashed in the inhuman grip of the priest. Iron fingers clenched tight about the vampire's throat. He could not snarl and rage at the priest who fucked his wife, pounding Abigail hard as she lay bent over the desk in Faust's office at the peak of the skyscraper. Shame, humiliation, rage, and pain clenched Damien's blackened soul. His wife's every gasp and pleasure-filled moan stabbed into his undead heart. She loved the priest's cock, addicted to its girth spreading wide her pussy. Yes, yes, yes, gasped Abigail, her fiery hair thrashing. Keep fucking me with that cock! Is it the best? Mary asked. The first vampiress Damien sired watched the priest fuck Abigail, Mary's bloody hands fingering her cunt. Yes, is it, Dam? gasped Samantha, her eyes wide behind her glasses. Abigail had sired the vampiress. It's better than Sire's, laughed Rosa, glancing at Damien, contempt in her dark eyes. So much better, moaned Abigail. All Damien's women had abandoned him for the priest, and Father Augustine reveled in his triumph. Around him, other women moaned and gasped. Over thirty, each leaking the priest's cum from their cunts and asses or splattered with drying lines of pearly jizz. The priest had conquered them all. Conquered my Abigail. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Such a fucking amazing cock! screamed Abigail as she came on the priest cock. Father Hyrum Augustine, the first nephilim to walk the earth in millennia, reveled in her cunt's tight grip spasming about his thrusting cock. Pleasure rushed down the priest's cock as he savored the married vampiress's silky flesh. She bucked and gasped while Damien watched on in defeated horror. Cuckolded. Bested. Yes, roared the priest. Worship my cock, Abigail. You're mine! Yours! Just keep fucking me! Her head tossed back, her juices flooding out of her whorish cunt, perfuming the air with her tart excitement. See, Damien, exulted the priest. What fickle whores women are! Sinful, deceitful creatures always on the prowl for the best cock! And none are better than mine! None! gasped the cumming vampiress. Yours is the best, Father, panted Joy as she fucked a dildo in and out of her asshole, the shaft lubed by the priest's cum. So good, Lynette shuddered, rubbing her cunt on the corner of Faust's desk. Every woman is a whore, Damien. Your wife. Your thralls. They can't help themselves submit to the better man. Me. Father Augustine savored Damien's crushing defeat, emasculated by the priest's superior cock. He thrust harder into Abigail's cunt, the married vampiresses flesh clutching and sucking, eager for another load of cum to flood her sinful pit. Her orgasm still rippled through her. Damien winced at every gasp and cry. Ecstasy boiled in the priest's balls. Fucking Abigail's wanton hole was more satisfying than he had fantasized. Clenching. Hot. Silky. Wet. Married cunt gripped his cock, burning with whorish sin. She is mine now! I'm sorry, Damien! He's...just...too...much! Abigail spasmed again as the whore came again. The priest's hand tightened on Damien's throat as the pleasure exploded out of Augustine's cock. Hot cum flooded Abigail's unholy womb. The priest groaned through clenched teeth. Rapture consumed him. You've crushed him, chortled the feminine voice. Hallelujah! Abigail's flaming hair tossed. Yes, flood me with your cum! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...yes...flood me...with your...cum... The words penetrated Aurora's prison. The corrupted angel lifted her head, her crimson wings flapping in the void. Jezebel's demonic soul engulfed Aurora's, imprisoning the angel and siphoning off her powers, feeding the to Faust. Abigail? Aurora asked, frowning. A spark of hope kindled in her breast. Can you hear me, Abigail? She can't hear you, my angel slut, Jezebel answered, her voice hissing from all directions, resounding through the angel's prison. You cannot touch the world. You're stuck in here with me. Forever. My pet. My prisoner. My angel slut. Jezebel's rich, throaty laugh echoed through the dark cell. Oh, the games we shall play. The sins we shall commit. Aurora knew Jezebel was right. The angel understood her prison. Others of her kind, fallen and vulnerable in ages past, had been trapped by demons, used as the fuel consumed by the flames of Nephilim. Only the exorcism of Jezebel or the slaying of Father Augustine would free her. But I heard Abigail. How? ...yes...fuck my...ass... Abigail's moan penetrated the prison and rang through Aurora's thoughts, sonorous and passionate. I can feel her lusts. I am a succubus. Corrupted beyond a normal fallen angel. And Father Augustine is feeding on my lusts. ...vacant... And those lusts touched Abigail. A part of me touches Abigail. ...your whore... Aurora focused on the voice. She sent her thoughts after them, flowing with the energy. She hit the barrier of her prison. Her mind recoiled as her energy flowed out through tiny holes. Aurora's mind was too big to squeeze through, her thoughts too complex. ...oh...damien...it's so good...i'm his...whore...i love it...i love...his cock... But not a single thought. An impulse. Something, anything. What? ...someone better...damien... An idea. Trying to send a message seemed futile to the angel. What could Abigail do while locked in Faust's passion. She was as much a prisoner as Aurora. But the angel still remembered hope. Damien's corruption had not wholly consumed her flesh. ...i am...father augustine's...whore... Aurora sent out her thought. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beneath the overwhelming lust, guilt touched the vampiress's soul. Abigail D'Angelo quaked, her pussy erupting from another all-consuming orgasm. Her pussy spasmed about the priest's cock while her moans sang through the room. But her eyes witnessed the pain in Damien's eyes. The small kernel of awareness, not swept up by the tide of lust spilling through her, begged to cry out, Don't look, Damien. I'm sorry. I can't help myself. He's too big. But instead she moaned, Yes, yes! Your cock! as the priest's cum dumped into her soiled pussy. Damien thrashed again, impotent, helpless. The priest was too strong. His cock too amazing. Abigail groaned, her orgasm still rippling through her body, as the priest withdrew his cock slowly, painfully slowly. Her clenching flesh gripped his dick, feeling every inch of him pull out until her pussy gaped open, begging to be filled. Fuck me, moaned Abigail. I'm sorry, Damien. I need your cock! Please, please, fuck me! But where should I fuck you, whore? You have surrendered your cunt to me. You've begged with all the wanton sin of womanhood for my dick. Where else can I use my cock on your flesh? Where else do you need it, slut? Anywhere. Just fill me! Give me that dick! I'm such a whore, Damien. I'm so sorry. But his cock. It is magnificent. The priest's free hand pulled her right butt-cheek to the side, exposing her sphincter. Beg me to use your ass, slut. Beg me to ream your filthy hole. Only degradation will satiate your wanton lusts. Yes! Fuck my ass! While your husband watches? Absolutely! Please, please, fuck my ass, Father. I need it. I need to be filled. I'm so empty without your cock. Vacant. You are such a whore! I am! Abigail wiggled her butt. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I need this, Damien. I need this. Fuck my ass, Father! Pound it! Fuck me hard! Hurt me! Give me pain and agony! See her sin manifest, Damien, laughed the priest. I am doing you a favor. I have exposed your wife for what she truly is. A whore! The priest slammed his dick deep into her bowels. Pain and pleasure roared through the vampiress. Her back arched, rubbing her hard nipples into Faust's desk. The vampiress loved it. She shuddered, licking her lips, drinking in all the excitement as her asshole gripped the wonderful, thick cock slamming into her depths. Heavy balls thudded into her taint. Heavy with more cum. Abigail's hips undulated. She clenched her bowels. The more friction the more pleasure. And she craved so much pleasure. She wanted the friction to burn through her and leave her gasping and shuddering in wanton delight. Abigail wanted to cum. Yes, yes, use my ass, Father! Use it! I'm your whore! Tell your husband how much you love my cock, groaned the priest. Yes, yes, tell Sire, panted Mary. Oh, please, can you fuck me next, Father, panted Samantha. Abigail shuddered, glancing up at her husband as he struggled, his strong hands beating at Father Augustine's arms, his legs kicking at the priest's side. He was too weak. The priest too strong. A surge of wanton, filthy lust shuddered through her. It was hot being fucked before her husband. It turned her on and shamed her at the same time. She was the priest's whore, and her husband witnessed it. She was laid bare before Damien, her lusts unveiled for him to see. Oh, Damien, it's so good. I'm his whore! I love it! I love his cock. The fight in Damien ended. He hung loose in the priest's hand, resigned. More shame filled Abigail. It mixed with her lust, feeding it. The dark passion crashed through Abigail. Her body bucked as her orgasm exploded through her. She gasped and squirmed. Her bowels convulsed about his dick as juices and the priest's cum flooded out of her cunt and washed down her thighs. The scent filled the air. The vampiresses around her and the human women already fucked by Father Augustine added their own scents. They all masturbated now, aching to be filled by the priest's cock. Amid the shame and lust crashing through Abigail was pride. I'm the woman he fucks. The whore he wants the most. He's already cum twice and still he fucks me. I want him to cum in me, Damien, Abigail cried out, her lusts forcing her to say those shameful words. The more she embraced her dark, humiliating passions the greater her pleasure swelled. It was a vicious cycle, driving her to hurt her husband worse and worse so she could enjoy the priest's cock more and more. I want his cum to fill my body day and night. I want to be impaled on his cock! I love it, Damien! What a whore is woman! cried out the priest with all the passion of a preacher orating a Sunday sermon. What a depraved work she is. Consumed by her inequities, driven by her passions, slave to her wanton desires. She must be constantly tamed or she wanders. She must be kept on her knees, on her back, submitting to her man or another will steal her. Someone stronger. Someone better. Yes, yes, someone better, Damien! Abigail screamed as another orgasm burst through her body. The humiliation in her husbands eyes drove the dark hunger inside the vampiress. She glutted on it. Her pleasure engulfed her mind. Transcended bliss hit her. Peaks of passions she had never experienced before. The world swam about her. She heaved on the desk. Wood cracked as her fists drummed against it. Every nerve in her undead body rejoiced while her soul ripped itself in half, the pain of hurting Damien transforming into the sweetest bliss. I am Father Augustine's whore! ...you are not his whore... Aurora whispered out of the lusts pouring through Abigail's body. ...he abuses my lust... Aurora? Abigail gasped, casting her gaze around her. She stared back at the priest and it all crystallized. The hungers that consumed Abigail weren't her own. She didn't lust for the priest. He merely infected her with Aurora's power. The angel was in him, trapped, reaching out. What? growled the priest as he buried his cock into Abigail's asshole. It's not your cock...I love, panted Abigail, her pleasure still wracking her body. But the lust...from Aurora. She's in him...Damien...feeding him...infecting me... Oh, fuck, yes! Pleasure consumed Abigail's mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abigail's words cut through Damien's despair. He lifted his eyes, staring at his wife. For a moment, her green depths cleared of passion as she spoke those words. A surge of hope shot through Damien. His wife wasn't the priest's whore. She was infected by him. She needs me. Aurora needs me. Whore, you worship my cock! snarled Father Augustine, fucking Damien's wife harder. She moaned and gasped, lost to the lust again, poisoned by it, forced to hurt Damien. The dark, depraved lust would feed Aurora the most. She would want Abigail to perform the vilest sex acts, to humiliate herself and others. And now so does the priest. His angel was in the priest, trapped. Damien had to rescue her somehow. The vampire only had one weapon, his gift. Every vampire had one. Abigail could mesmerize with her gaze, Rosa could walk in sunlight, Mary could move with blurring speed. And Damien could use telekinesis. He reached out his thoughts towards Father Augustine and touched him. The priest grunted and snarled, pounding Abigail's ass without mercy, consumed with lust. He has to make her take her words back. Abigail has to be his whore. Damien caught flickers of thoughts. He wasn't sure why. His power was telekinesis. It was an act of desperate hope to reach out, and yet there was something surrounding the priest, a dark nimbus of malevolent thought. An entity who reacted with something pumping through Damien's blood. The nimbus latched onto Damien's telekinesis. The alien thoughts in the priest seized Damien's and hauled his soul from his body. He fell through darkness into the priest's corrupted soul. Shock flooded the vampire as he stood on nothing in a void, buffeted by the priest's lusts. A woman stood before him. She appeared young, youthful, eighteen, but her violet eyes were ancient. A predatory smile crossed her schoolgirl face while black-feathered wings spread behind her. Her body was petite, her dark-red nipples hard. Jezebel, Damien growled as he rose in the priest's soul. Well, this is a surprise, the sultry voice of the demon purred. ...sir, please, save me... Aurora's voice came from the demon. Damien narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. You have my property, Demon. And you think you can take her back? laughed Jezebel. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jezebel had seen many strange things in her eons of life, but never had a vampire's blackened soul appeared before when she possessed another. It should not have been possible for Damien to fall into the priest. Not even if Damien possessed the ability to astral project like some of his foul ilk could. And yet he is here. How? Damien snarled and launched himself at Jezebel. The demon danced back, her wings flapping. The violence tore at the priest's soul. Like when Aurora entered to challenge Jezebel this morning, their battle inflicted harm on Father Augustine. Damien moved fast. His talent as a fighter translated into his perception of himself here. His fist struck Jezebel in the face, sparking black energy and sending her reeling back. Jezebel stumbled, rubbing her jaw and staring at him. You have a bit of me in you, the demon purred. What? Damien growled as he lunged his hands to grapple the demon. She tried to dodge, but he was fast. He caught her right wrist, spun her around and twisted it behind her back. Pain flared through Jezebel as his free hand grabbed her other arm, pinning it to her side. You fed on...Donna, Jezebel smiled. One of my familiars. The priest transformed her for me. And now her blood is in you. My power is in you. That is very interesting. I don't care, Damien growled, maneuvering her arms. He seized both her wrists in one hand, his grip powerful. His other wrapped around her body and seized her by the throat. Release Aurora or I will kill you. Jezebel laughed. Why kill me when you can fuck me? The demon diverted the power she siphoned from Aurora, denying it to the priest and giving it to Damien. Lust poured into the vampire. Every muscle in his body tensed. His cock went hard, jabbing into the demon's ass. Mmm, doesn't that feel wonderful, purred the demon. She undulated her ass, rubbing on his throbbing cock. Don't you just want to satiate yourself. No, he groaned, his voice throaty. I want my angel back. But she's my pet. You can join her. Damien's hand tightened on her neck for a moment. She shuddered and moaned. His dick ached so hard. He trembled, fighting against the angel's lusts. But he was weak, his soul ultimately mortal and corruptible. You can know my flesh. I can satiate your hard cock. Release me and you shall have every delight known to the universe. Every nerve stimulated. His dick throbbed against her. He growled but his grip relaxed. He released her arms to hug her from behind. His hands found her small breasts, tweaking her nipples as his hips pumped against her, sliding his dick through the cheeks of her ass. Yes, yes, that's it, purred Jezebel. Mmm, satiate your lusts. Let me fuck you, panted Damien. Please, I need it. You do, she moaned, but you've been so bad. You need to earn my pussy. How? Anything! Jezebel laughed and twisted in his arms. Her breasts pressed against his muscular chest. She loved his physical strength. It mattered not at all. Strength of spirit was all that mattered, and Damien's soul was an infant compared to hers. Kneel and pleasure your Mistress, Damien. Yes, he groaned, his dark eyes burning. His hard cock throbbed against her stomach, leaking precum. Then he fell to his knees before her, staring up at her with adoration. His strong hands gripped her thighs as he pressed his face between her thighs. She shuddered as his masculine lips found her pussy. He ate her hard, fast, frantic. His tongue slid through her folds, brushing her clit. Yes, yes, that's it, worship your Mistress. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Father Augustine fucked Abigail hard, fast. He ignored the pain throbbing in his chest. The pain didn't matter. He was strong. He had to force Abigail to admit the truth and say his cock made her wet. That she was his whore. She lusts for me, not for some angel. Lying cunt! Say how much you love my cock! he growled and cracked his hand hard on her ass. She moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. Oh, it's the angel's lusts. It makes your cock seem wonderful. But it's not. Mmm, no it's not. Any cock would feel amazing with Aurora's desires flooding in me. Fucking whore! Stop lying! Yes, stop lying, Mary hissed. Sire was weak. The priest is stronger, better, gloated Rosa. You're such a bitch, Abigail. Weak like my Sire. And then the lusts fled Father Augustine. His dick went limp in Abigail's asshole. He shook his head, exhaustion swirling around him. The energy that filled him, sent to him by the feminine voice, withdrew. Not all of it, but enough for him to feel the exhaustion from an entire day's worth of fucking. He let go of Damien. The vampire fell limp to the floor, unconscious. What? he demanded. Why have you withdrawn from me? The vampiresses shook their hands, lust fading from their eyes. Their horny moans ended. Abigail rose from the desk while the other four stopped masturbating fiercely. Joy looked at the priest, concern painting her face. The priest grit his teeth, fighting the exhaustion. Answer me? What is going on? You've lost Aurora's lust, Abigail hissed. You fucking asshole. You made me beg for your cock, Lynette snarled, sliding alongside Abigail. Faust's former pet glared at the priest while Abigail bared her fangs. That disgusting cock, Abigail added, glancing at Lynette. We should teach him a lesson. Yes. Anger flashed in both vampiress's eyes. Abigail and Lynette lunged at the priests, hissing with fury, their fangs flashing. They crashed into the priest, fingernails scratching at his skin as their teeth tried to find his flesh. The priest grunted, seized them, threw them to the ground. He still had his strength. Most of it. But the voice had withdrawn power. Why? Samantha and Mary followed, leaping at the priest, howling their fury. Abigail rolled to her feet, a vicious smile on her face. Fear beat in the priests heart. He needed all the power. He threw Samantha across the room. She slammed into one of the large windows looking out on Chicago. Her body cracked the thick glass before she fell to the floor. Oh, we are going to feast on you, Father, Abigail promised as she stood up. Rosa crashed into Abigail. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abigail grunted as Rosa slammed into her side. The two vampiresses hit the floor in a ball. Rosa's fingernails went for Abigail's throat, ripping and tearing. Abigail grunted and planted her knee into Rosa's stomach and heaved her off. What the fuck are you doing? Abigail gasped as Rosa tumbled away. The Latina vampiress rolled into a crouch, her dark eyes feral, her tits heaving. Freedom from Damien's collar! He sired you, Abigail gasped in shock. And you rebelled against your sire, sneered Rosa. Why are you surprised I'm rebelling against mine? Anger soared through Abigail. Behind her, Samantha, Mary, and Lynette fought the weakened priest. Abigail wanted to rip off the priest's cock, but she had to take care of the bitch before her. My husband owns you, cunt. Not any longer. He's too weak to stand up to the priest. Rosa's hand shot out and snatched up a white oak crossbow bolt from Joy's discarded quiver. Rosa grimaced. Smoke curled around the vampire's fist as she rose. She held the crossbow bolt like an icepick. I'll kill you first, Rosa smiled. I want Damien to suffer. He gifted you immortality. Exultation burned in Rosa's eyes. That was his mistake. Men think with their dicks too much. Abigail hissed and lunged at Rosa. Their feet slapped on the tiled floors. They stepped over the half-conscious women and clashed. Rosa slashed with the bolt, her hand trailing smoke. Abigail twisted her body, moving, dodging. Rosa had enhanced strength and reflexes, but she was new to fighting. Abigail knew her body. She had spent over a decade fighting vampires as a regular human. Her transformation had honed her instincts and skills to deadly perfection. But Rosa had a weapon. The bolt blurred as it sought to find Abigail's flesh. The vampiress darted back then circled Rosa. Abigail kept moving, waiting, watching. Rosa screeched and hissed, her attacks furious but uncoordinated. You and Damien are both so weak, Rosa laughed as she lunged in. Caring about our prey. Keeping me from feasting. Caring about survival, sneered Abigail. Do you have any idea what is out there? The forces that hunt our kind? You would be killed in a week. Like any human could kill me! Rosa lunged hard. Abigail caught Rosa's wrist. The vampiress gasped as Abigail twisted the hand clutching the crossbow bolt and drove the white oak shaft into Rosa's chest. The vampiress's eyes widened. Her body went limp as the paralyzation took over. Rosa crumpled to the ground. I killed my first vampire at eighteen, Abigail sneered. Four of us, humans, untrained, unskilled, killed him. Sure two of us died, but that didn't matter. He was dead. Rosa stared up at Abigail. Please...don't. Kill you? Abigail planted her foot on Rosa's throat. Do you think Damien would forgive your betrayal? Do you really think he's weak? Yes...he wouldn't want...one of his women...killed. But you're not one of his women any longer. Abigail bent down and grasped Rosa's head. She squeezed the vampiress's skull, getting a firm grip. You tried to kill me. You're no better than Faust. I'm sorry. Abigail twisted. Meat tore. Bones popped. Rosa's head ripped from her body, blood spurting dark across the floor and forming a lake of crimson. The vampiress died. Abigail held her head then tossed it to the side. Before it stopped rolling, it desiccated black and then became dust. The blonde whore of the priest fought with Lynette, shattering through the illusions conjured by the vampiress. Samantha and Mary pummeled the priest. He fell to his knees, covering himself as the two vampiresses tore at his flesh. His cassock shredded, blood oozing down his body. I need the power back! snarled the priest. Why have you forsaken me? Abigail didn't care why he was weakened. Her fingers flexed. She stepped over her husband's body, hoping he still lived, as she marched on the priest. He had to pay for violating her body and forcing her to say all those disgusting words. Yes! growled the priest. YES! His voice boomed through the room. Windows shattered. Abigail staggered. Such power brimmed in his shout. He rose. A single blow cracked Mary in the skull, throwing the vampiress into an unconscious heap. Samantha turned to vapor. He seized her mist and she reformed in his hand. Traitorous bitch. He smashed her into the floor. Samantha groaned and spasmed. And you. The priest fixed mad eyes on Abigail. You will admit the truth. You! Loved! My! Cock! The priest lunged at Abigail, a black blur, moving as fast as Mary. Abigail gasped, his fist suddenly about her throat. He lifted her into the air, his hand squeezing her. She kicked and struggled, her fingernails scratching at his arm. It was like scratching diamond. He brought her to the desk an slammed her down onto her back. The wood groaned and cracked. The desk wobbled beneath her, still held together but coming closer and closer to shattering. The priest brandished his cock, stroking it hard again. You will love my cock again! he snarled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fuck her, Jezebel hissed, staring up into the dark void, speaking to the priest. Dominate her again. Lust still gripped Damien. His tongue licked and explored the demon's cunt. Her spicy musk filled his nose and stained his lips. He loved her flavor. His dick ached to fuck her even as the strength of her lust wained. A part of Damien realized she diverted energy back to the priest. Not all of it. She kept back the lusts. They poured into Damien, compelling him to keep licking her cunt. His dick had to be satisfied and if he pleased her he would get his release. It angered and humiliated him that he submitted. He was helpless again, helpless before his lusts like he was helpless to stop Faust and Father Augustine from fucking his wife. Abigail's moans echoed through his mind, memories of both times she cuckolded him echoing together, merging so it seemed both the vampire and the priest fucked her at once, an amalgamation that drove his hatred. Oh, yes, panted Jezebel. Mmm, you're even more eager. I love it. Keep licking me that hard and you'll make me cum. ...keep a hold...of that anger...sir... Aurora whispered. ...embrace it...it protects you...from my...lusts... Damien ripped his heart to pieces as he recalled every wanton moan Abigail made as she writhed on Faust's and Father Augustine's cocks. Every buck, every orgasm, every ripple of pleasure across her face. He seized it while his tongue kept licking through the demon's cunt. His hands clenched on Jezebel's ass. Mmm, yes, you love your Mistress's cunt. Once I cast your soul out of here, I'll make Augustine fuck your ass. And you'll beg for it. Beg to be his boy toy while your wife is his slut. His anger spiked even harder. He snarled into her cunt as he plunged his tongue deep into her hot depths. He hated how hard his cock was. Hated the urge to obey her and bend over and accept the priest's cock like a true cuckold. yes...yes...sir...now use...that anger...free me...lash out...with your...telekinesis...break my...prison... Damien focused all his rage and humiliation into a single, concentrated thought. He thrust it like a dagger, following the trail of Aurora's whispers. Jezebel gasped above him as his telekinesis knifed through her soul, piercing into a prison and creating the tiniest of holes. Yes, yes, Sir, Abigail shouted, her thoughts so much clearer. She touched his telekinesis. Now rip me free. Damien heaved against the prison. He growled. Jezebel screamed and released his hair. She stumbled back, her head waving wildly as she clutched at her stomach. She fixed her violet eyes on Damien. You! she hissed. What are you...? No! The sea of anger and shame poured Damien's thoughts. He heaved open Aurora's prison, ripping the demon's soul. She screamed in agony as a head emerged from her stomach. Black hair dangled as Aurora pulled herself out. Her shoulders emerged and then her large breasts and crimson wings. They flapped as she wiggled. Damien gained his feet. He rushed to her and seized her arm. Sir! she cried out in delight as he pulled her into his arms and out of the demon's soul. His angel hugged him, her wings wrapping about his body. His cock ached against her flesh, her nipples hard against his. She laughed and cried into his neck, her body shaking in his embrace. His angel was freed. His angel was his. Nooooo! howled the demon. Damien smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aurora's soul sang for joy in Damien's arms. Her vampire. He had come for her. Rescued her from her own hubris. She was weak, her lusts uncontrollable. She needed to be leashed to a will, focused and directed. She needed to be Damien's. Jezebel hissed behind her. Anger replaced joy. It transformed into hatred and then to the purest odium. Sir, Aurora purred, twisting in Damien's arms, we have a demon to deal with. Yes, Jezebel purred, her hand sliding down to rub at her pussy. Lusts seized Aurora. The demon pulled her fingers from her cunt and flicked her juices through the air. The scent beckoned Aurora. She had to feast and feed her hungers. Her soul ached and her pussy clenched to worship the demon's cunt. But she also had her master's cock to serve. To love. His girth pressed into her hip, hard and throbbing. She focused on it, on his precum smearing into her skin. She absorbed his lust, removing it from his body, allowing him to think clearly. Sir, what shall we do with her? purred Aurora. The demon-slut promised you satisfaction, but it feels like she failed to deliver. Yes, she did, Damien growled. Jezebel sauntered closer, her petite body bursting with all the promise of youthful delight. She cupped her small breasts and pinched dark-red nipples. I'm right here. Come worship my body. Aurora moved first, her crimson wings flapping and carrying her through the priest tumultuous soul. She seized Jezebel and pressed her body against the demon. Jezebel purred as their nipples kissed. Then the demon seized Aurora's face. You will be mine again. Don't you want to be my whore. I'll summon my Aurora seized a nipple and twisted. The demon's words cut off in a moan of painful pleasure. The demon shuddered. Like the vampires, agony and rapture were linked, both merging together, giving them bliss. You're the one that needs to kneel, Aurora hissed into the demon's ear. You have a cock to please. Aurora delighted in the rapture crossing Jezebel's face followed by realization. The demon shook her head. Fingers smeared in demonic cunt rubbed against Aurora's body, sweeping up to her bountiful breasts, infecting her with desire. You have to submit to me, gasped the demon. You have to sin with me. But God has given me Damien and his wonderful cock to serve, Aurora whispered. The Lord has provided me with a dick to fuck. Don't you want to experience it in your whorish cunt? Aurora shoved her hand between the demon's thighs and rubbed at her wet pussy. Jezebel groaned, her body shifting, lust infecting her. Aurora glanced at Damien. He nodded his approval, standing strong and proud, her lusts in his hands. You have to...submit... panted the demon. Her hand shot out. Her sword formed. Aurora's fingers rubbed at the demon's clit. A moan escaped Jezebel's lips. She shuddered, her knees buckled, and then she collapsed. Her breasts jiggled as she knelt. Damien approached and Aurora seized the demon's black hair. Which hole would you prefer, Sir? Damien thrust his cock into Jezebel's open mouth. The demon grunted and gurgled as the vampire's cock speared down her throat. Aurora smiled, her pussy clenching every time Damien's heavy balls slammed into the demon's throat. Is her mouth wonderful, Sir? Aurora asked. She moved to him and pressed her body into his strong back. She rubbed her clit into his muscular ass, pumping with him, matching his rhythm as she ground on him. She drank his lusts as they poured out of him. Does she please you? Yes, growled Damien. The fucking slut greatly pleases me. Good, laughed Aurora. Her lips nibbled on Damien's neck. Her clit ached against his ass. He was so strong. She rubbed her breasts into his back, her nipples bursting with excitement. She's the one that really cuckolded you, Sir. Fuck her mouth hard. Punish her. You made my wife say those vile words, snarled Damien. You made her addicted to the priest's cock! She did, Sir! Damien fucked Jezebel harder. Aurora's pussy spasmed. Wicked waves of heat rushed through the angel's body. Her crimson wings twitched and flapped. She savored the wet, obscene sound of the demon sucking on Damien's cock, his shaft thrusting down her throat. Aurora's clit ached on Damien's ass. She ground harder, loving his power. Her juices coated his ass as her orgasm built and built. Her hands stroked his stomach and chest, drinking in all his strength as she nibbled on his neck. Cum down her throat, gasped Aurora. Make her drink all your cum. She forced the priest to fuck your wife. He forced Abigail to love it. You fucking cunt! growled Damien. His strokes were so hard. The slap of his balls on Jezebel's chin so loud. Aurora shuddered. She moaned. Her fingernails scraped along Damien's chest as her orgasm exploded through her. She bucked and gasped, juices squirting out of her body. Damien growled, feeding on her lusts. Aurora! Cum in her, Sir! the angel screamed as the rapture flowed through her mind. Her great enemy was defeated. Jezebel undone. Dump your cum down her throat. Her wings threw wide as a second wave of bliss washed through her body. Her hands gripped Damien as he thrust his cock deep down Jezebel's throat. The vampire snarled as Aurora felt his balls unload. His body twitched with each pulse of his cum. That's it. Dump your cum in the whore! Jezebel moaned. Her wings flapped. Aurora drank in her lust, too, as her orgasm burst through her. The world whirled around them as Jezebel swallowed Damien's cum. It spun and suddenly light engulfed them, harsh and artificial. Women groaned around him. Blood scented the air. Violence of the real world. The priest lay collapsed on the floor. Abigail set up from a desk, her legs spread wide, her pussy covered in cum. Aurora licked her lips, wanting to feed on all that delicious jizz that leaked out of her while Damien continued to growl and dump his cum down Jezebel's throat. May I punish her, Sir? Aurora whispered. Yes, Damien snarled and ripped his cock from Jezebel's mouth. Aurora summoned her corrupted sword. It dripped with blood. Jezebel panted, cum staining her lips, her eyes dazed from her orgasm. Aurora trembled. Her nipples ached as she placed the edge of her sword on Jezebel's neck. The demon looked up. I guess you finally won. Aurora smiled and raised her blade. I did. She swung. The demon's head parted from her body. It tumbled across the floor. It came to a rest, eyes wide. Aurora savored it. An orgasmic shudder rippled through her body as the demon's head and body melted into shadows and poured down. The shadows didn't sink through the building, but through reality, taking the demon back to perdition. Aurora planted her sword's point into the floor and leaned on it, surveying the battlefield. Joy rushed to the priest, grabbing him and dragging him away. Lynette, Samantha, and Mary lay groaning on the ground while Rosa lay dead. Abigail gained her feet. Damien? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damien stared at his wife. She trembled before him. Blood stained her hands. Rosa's blood. She killed my vampiress. Damien? she repeated as he stepped towards her. Father Augustine's cum stained her thighs. The blonde carried the priest away. He stumbled, his body injured. A lingering touch of friendship, a decade of mentoring, held Damien from following. It wasn't the priest but Jezebel who caused so much pain to Damien. Father Augustine was possessed, the demon's tool. And the demon was dead. Damien, I... Abigail swallowed. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it...and... She glanced at her fingers. Rosa tried to kill me. And... Damien seized her red hair and yanked hard. She gasped in pain as he pulled her across the room towards the large windows that ran from floor to ceiling. Most were shattered. The Chicago skyline glowed with artificial lights, the moon hanging above, Lake Michigan a wine-dark sea in the distance. Damien, please, it wasn't me, she gasped as he shoved her against an intact window. I know, he whispered into her ear as he drove his cock into her pussy. Damien! she gasped, her voice throaty. Mmm, yes, Damien. Her body undulated, her breasts streaking across the glass as her hips bucked back into his thrusts. Her pussy was a hot, molten furnace, swimming with the priest's seed. He had to cleanse her of the priest's touch, fuck her over and over, cum in her. You're mine, Damien growled into her ear. Yes, she answered, her pussy hot on his dick, gripping him. And you're mine! Yes. Damien kissed at her neck, tasting her flesh, her blood pumping beneath her skin. Beckoning. He bit. Her blood flowed salty-sweet into his mouth. He shuddered, his dick aching in her depths. He pounded her hard. The tinted glass flexed with each thrust. Abigail's hips undulated, her pussy clenching and unclenching, loving his cock. It wasn't you, growled Damien. Neither times. It was their control. They made you be their whores! Yes! Their flesh slapped together. Her blood and tart pussy filled the air. A wonderful scent. He feasted on it. His teeth bit over and over, loving the hot spurts of her life flooding his mouth. She shuddered each time, her pussy clenching. Below, sirens howled. More Chicago PD rushing to the scene. Samantha, gasped Abigail. Go stop the cops. Yes, Dam, groaned the Vampiress. Mary and Aurora, help her, ordered Damien. Gladly, Sire, purred Mary. Yes, Sir. Damien didn't care about the approaching cops. He had his wife. She bucked and shuddered. Her orgasm exploded through her. The vampiress's pussy spasmed about Damien's cock. A hot, sucking pleasure. He grunted, loving the feel. I made her cum. Her juices washed out around his cock, forcing out the priest's cum. She twisted against the glass, looking over her shoulders at him. She moaned, her green eyes flashing. His cock popped out of her cunt as she spun in his embrace, her breasts heaving before him. Mmm, now you can really fuck me, she grinned, throwing her legs about his waist and slamming her cunt down his cock. Yes! he growled as he seized her ass, holding her tight as he pounded her against the window. The glass flexed. Groaned. Shattered. Shards reigned down upon them, cutting them. Their blood flowed about their bodies. Hot and salty. The rushing air swirled about them as their hands rubbed each other, massaging blood into muscles. Oh, yes, Abigail moaned, licking at his wounds, drinking his blood, her pussy spasming about his cock. Cum in me! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck, Damien! Do it! Spill in me! I need it. Damien let out a throaty growl and slammed her pussy down his cock. She bucked and shuddered. Her head rolled back in her head. She gasped and shuddered. Hot, silky flesh massaged Damien's cock, eager for his cum. Abigail! His balls unloaded. He flooded her with his jizz, washing away the last of the priest's cum. She was his. He trembled before the city of Chicago, exulting in his wife's cunt and their shared pleasure. Their lips met, stained with both their blood. Damien held onto his wife, treasuring this moment. And then something stirred behind them. Lynette, Abigail groaned. Damien turned to see his wife's best friend from high school. She looked the same, eighteen, black-haired, beautiful. Vincent's first victim. I should have known she would have ended up with Faust. Lynette stretched, her battered body healing. That blonde bitch can punch. She was a demon's familiar, Damien answered. That was why she was so strong. She had Jezebel's power in her. Lynette shook her head. Faust is dead? Damien smiled. Yes. It all went to shit, she laughed, slumping down in the plush leather chair. I spent over a decade maneuvering Faust to kill the pair of you and it utterly destroys him. Everything he worked on, all the influence in Chicago he curried, all the souls he supplied to Jezebel. He was unstoppable, and then he grew to like my pussy. Damien set Abigail down. His wife stretched then walked to Lynette. Now, what do we do with you? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Father Hyrum Augustine woke up from a dark dream, the first golden rays of sunlight peaking through a gap in the curtain and landing right on his eyes. A soft voice talked in the background, droning on, like the news. The priest stared at the sun. His soul felt...unburdened. The feminine presence, the demon he had glimpsed in the final moments of consciousness sucking Damien's cock was gone from his soul. He was clean. Tears beaded his eyes. Lord, Lord, what did I do? You're awake, a woman said. Father, you're awake. He turned his head in time to see Joy, wearing a long t-shirt as a nightgown, fling herself at him. She buried her face into his chest, her body shaking as her tears wept from her eyes. He stared down at her, the poison gone from his thoughts and no feminine voice whispered tainted guidance. Joy, he croaked. You're awake. I was so worried, Father. She looked up at him, blue eyes shining with tears and more. Then she leaned up, her ruby lips wet, reaching for his. He caught her shoulders, pushing her back. No. She blinked. Father? It's been three days. Don't you need to satiate yourself with my sinful body? She let out a purring moan. I didn't masturbate. I wanted to, but I controlled my sin. For you, Father. He shook his head, more tears coming. Oh, Lord, what did I do to you? All the degrading words he had said, spilling from the black part of his soul, rose in his memory. His lusts had festered in him, a rot the demon had used to consume and possess him. Donna and Samantha stolen from their families, transformed into vampires. All because I could not control myself. You're not sinful, he groaned. He had believed those words gripped by his lusts and the demon. They were a shield, a dodge for his own sin. You're just you, Joy. Father? she asked. But...but...I'm so horny. So wanton. I love sex. That's just being human. He closed his eyes and stroked her head with a strong hand. He felt strong. He opened his eyes and stared at his chest, muscular and youthful. His body's changes had remained when Jezebel fled him. Lord, you have given me a second chance. Damien? He let us escape, Joy said. The news is talking about it nonstop. Here. She grabbed the remote from the nightstand. We're in a motel room. Joy turned up the volume of the TV. Shots of Faust Tower surrounded by rescue workers, lines of body bags stretched out on the sidewalk besides burning wrecks of cars. Chicago still reels three days after two terrorist attacks devastated the city's leadership and police force. In the early dawn, many prominent City, County, State, and Federal leaders, including the Mayor of Chicago, both Senators for the state of Illinois, and five Representatives were killed in a mansion on the Gold Coast. And then another hundred members of Chicago's Finest fell defending Faust Tower against their second attack. Sweet Mother of God, the priest gasped. Damien and his women did all... He closed his eyes. I ordered those cops to be there. I... It was the demon, Joy whispered. I felt her leave me when she died. The stain that gave me power and... The priest wept, and Joy held him to her breast. She stroked his hair and soothed him. He clung to her for a long time, pouring out his sins and promising to do better. He had his second chance. He wouldn't fail. We still have the weapons, Joy whispered. We can still fight evil. Just like you planned. The priest looked up at her through tear-stained eyes. The motel room's light haloed about her golden hair. What? If the demon used us for evil, we can get back at her by doing good. She cupped his whiskered cheeks. Me and you, Father. My second chance. We can, child. And then her lips kissed his, soft and sweet. He clung to her. Not his whore, but his woman. He was a priest no longer. He had failed to uphold his vows. He had disgraced his church. But he could find a new way to serve mankind. He would be their protector. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Britney shuddered as her mother's fangs bit into her areola. Milk and blood flowed into the vampiress's mouth. Britney lay on their bed staring up at the cement ceiling blocking out the day's sun, protecting her family. Mommy, gasped Britney, her hips undulating as her mother fed. After three months, her mother and the other vampires had not tired of feasting on her milk and blood. Britney, along with Vicky, were their thralls. It was her purpose to be fed on. The pleasure flowed through her as she savored her mother's incestuous suckling. Her toes curled every time her mother suckled. Britney loved the way her milk flowed out of her nipple and her blood pumped from her wounds. And her mother's venom flowed through her veins. Stars danced above Britney's head as she savored her mother's feasting. Her body twitched and her toes curled. She stroked her mother's golden hair, the same shade as her own. Britney let out a throaty moan. Oh, yes, Mommy. Mmm, you need to feed. You need all the blood so you can be strong and powerful. Her mother's blue eyes flashed up at her. Britney shuddered as she sucked harder. Her pussy dripped with excitement. She humped and writhed, pressing her wet sex into her mother's flat stomach. Her clit ached, the pleasure bursting in her. Britney's heart thundered beneath her breast. She squirmed, grinding harder, smearing her clit against her mother's flesh. The ache was wonderful. The young woman enjoyed the delight. She licked her lips and moaned again. So good, Mommy. I love it when you feed. As much as when Sire does it? her mother asked, lifting her milk-and-blood-stained lips. No, he's better, Britney shuddered. But then he owns me. Her mother laughed then slid up Britney's body. Their large breasts pillowed together as Britney and her mother kissed. The young woman savored her salty blood and creamy milk mixed on her mother's lips. This is so wonderful. Britney didn't miss her father or infant brother. She had a new family forged by Damien and Abigail's dark kiss. Britney would never forget it. The hot knife of pain as his fangs sank into her neck followed by ecstasy as her life flowed into his mouth. She gripped her mother's ass, their pussies grinding together, their clits rubbing. Her mother broke the kiss and smiled. Mmm, that's nice. Do you want to scissor? Oh, that sounds wonderful, Mommy. Her vampiress mother moved with grace Britney envied. Her mother turned around and spread her legs. She twisted as their legs scissored together and then their cunts met in an incestuous kiss. Her mother's pussy was almost as hot as hers, the vampiress absorbing Britney's body heat as they writhed together on their bed. Both women bucked and gasped, their tits heaving as they tribbed their cunts together. Their flowing juices lubed the way. Milk flicked from Britney's nipples. She brought one to her mouth, suckling her own milk as the pleasure burst in her pussy. That's it, baby girl, moaned her mother. Oh, yes, grind that cunt into my flesh. So hot. I love it! Britney moaned about her fat nipple. Her milk filled her mouth. She swirled it around, loving the rich flavor. Her toes curled and she ground harder. Her clit ached every time it brushed her mother's, sparking like flint striking steal. The sparks showered through her pussy, trying to catch her alight and burn through her body. Her breasts heaved and her nipple popped from her mouth. Her moans joined her mother's, echoing through the room, bouncing off the heavy reinforced concrete of the bunker walls. Oh, yes, Mommy! Let's cum on each other's pussies. Ooh, that would be so hot, baby girl! Oh, yes! I'm so close! Me, too, Mommy! Britney grasped her mother's right ankle, holding it as she humped her hips faster. Their pussies rubbed together, the friction growing hotter and hotter between them. Her mother sucked and nibbled on her toes, biting, drawing droplets of blood. Giving Britney sweet delight. Mommy! she screamed when her pussy burst inside her cunt. Juices squirted out of her, splashing into her mother's twat. Britney shuddered, her hips bucking out of control as the pleasure rippled through her. A moment later, her mother screamed and a gush of cream splashed against Britney's snatch. Yes, yes, cum with me, Mommy! gasped Britney as the waves of pleasure shuddered through her. She embraced them. Yes, baby girl, her mother hissed, her blonde hair tossing and large tits heaving. Yes, yes, so good. The iron door of their room opened. Aurora stuck her head in. The angel's wings fluttered. Her nose twitched as she inhaled the musk. Such sweet sin in here. So sweet, gasped Britney. Another monster hunts and prowls, Aurora purred. Another vampire feeds. Oh, yes, Britney gasped, her heart thudding. A hunt! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damien eyes snapped open. The sounds of approaching feet echoed through the abandoned and decommissioned bunker. It lay in the middle of the Kansas farmland, purchased in secret years ago by Faust as a retreat. Damien set up in his bed, the black sheets falling away from his naked body. Beside Damien, his two vampiress wives rose. Abigail on his left, her red hair spilling about her naked shoulders, Lynette on his right. She stretched her back, her eyes fixed on the door. Damien heard all his family's feet out there. The iron door creaked open. Aurora led them in, Samantha and Mary following, then Donna, and last the two thrallsBritney and Vickie. Aurora's crimson wings spread wide as she knelt at the foot of his bed. Sir. Where is the vampire hunting? Damien smiled. It had been three weeks since their last hunt. Kansas City, Missouri, Aurora answered. Three missing, turned or dead. Mmm, foolish vampire to feed so close to us, Abigail purred. When is nightfall? Three hours, Ma'am. Abigail pressed against Damien, her lips nuzzling at his neck. Plenty of time for some fun. Lynette laughed on the other side, he hand grasping Damien's cock. He groaned, savoring the feel of her fangs biting into his flesh. Aurora's mouth engulfed his dick, sucking hard. He ached in her mouth, but not just from delight of his wives and women. But for the hunt. The END

Author: mypenname3000 Title: The Vampire's Kiss Chapter Fourteen: Passion's Trap Summary: Damien and Abigail attack Father Augustine to rescue Aurora. Keywords: MF FF anal cheat cuck wife vamp oral A2M voy viol Copyright 2016 The scent of feminine lust filled the SUV as Damien D'Angelo drove it through the streets of Chicago, the impending violence exciting Abigail and their women. Abigail sat beside him clad only in her red hair, thighs glistening, eyes dilated, cheeks pale, nipples hard. In her hand she cradled her 9mm automatic handgun with an extended clip. They were all armed. Damien's silver-plated machete hung from his belt, the blade thrust past his seat. He wore his blood-stained combat fatigues. The dried blood stiffened the fabric and formed a mosaic pattern of cracks from his movement. In the back, the wet sound of female masturbation echoed. Rosa moaned, the vampiress consumed by the impending slaughter. Rosa lived for it. Ahead, Faust Tower rose over the city. Though Faust was dead, and the fond memory of his torment and death hours ago was seared into Damien's mind, the Tower still beat with his fester. Father Augustine had usurped the vampire. And Father Augustine held Damien's angel in his soul. A possessive hatred burned inside Damien. He guttered with rage. Tonight, he would paint Faust's Tower with his old friend's blood. Tonight, the priest would die. They're waiting for us, moaned Abigail, her thighs writhing together. Can you hear them? So many waiting. Cops, Damien growled, his attuned senses picking up the crackling of police radios. Through the darkness, spread out around Faust Tower, was a police cordon. Chicago PD, once controlled by the vampire now belonged to the priest. Yes, Rosa moaned as her climax boiled through her. Yes, yes, we'll tear through the, Sire. We'll carve a bloody path. Damien grinned and hit the accelerator. The police cordon rushed towards them. His keen senses picked out the cops rushing to take cover behind their cars, aiming their weapons. Unless they were outfitted with silver, Damien had nothing to fear. The engine roared. The tachometer redlined. The accelerometer climbed higher and higher. 60 MPH, 70 MPH, 80 MPH. The blockade hurtled towards them. Damien's held the accelerator to the floor. 90 MPH. The cops opened fired. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Father Hyrum Augustine, the first nephilim to live in 3000 years, grunted as he buggered Joy. The blonde, young woman gasped and moaned in delight, her bowels clenching on the priest's cock, her butt-cheeks jiggling with every thrust. Yes, yes, yes, Father, gasped Joy, his slave, his woman, his whore, his warrior. Fuck me. Ram that cock into my ass. Yes, he growled. Satisfy my body with your sinful hole. Lusts burned in the priest. The stronger his body grew the more intense his lusts. All day as he waited for Damien's attack, he had fucked. His office, formerly the weak Faust's, lay strewn with semi-conscious women fucked into orgasmic insensibility. Their holes leaked the priest's cum. He couldn't stop fucking. Even while Damien approached. Oh, yes, Father. Your cock. Oh, God, yes. Keep fucking me. Joy, enhanced by his unholy communion, could withstand the priest's appetite. His cum smeared her naked body. It matted her blonde curls. Streaks of drying jizz flaked as she gasped and bucked, bent over the priest's desk. And the clench of her bowels were divine on the priest's cock, building the pressure in his balls. His hands gripped her, strong. He grew younger with every passing minute, aging down from his late forties back to a man in his prime. His cossack fit tight about his deep chest while his cock barely fit in Joy's hole. The slut loved how his new girth he stretched her open. The desk rocked. It had slid halfway across the office from his rutting, pushing up an expensive Ottoman rug now stained by the priest's and his many whores' fluids. Every part of the once elegant, sophisticated office was stained with the priest's seed. He had marked his territory. Cum in my body, Father! It's why I exist. Every woman! Yours to fuck! Yours! Our wanton holes were created for you to dump your seed in, Father! Her words were Truth. The priest slammed his cock into her and came. The jizz boiled out of his balls. The pleasure whipped through his soul. The feminine voice, the dark spirit he once believed was Holy, shuddered with him, reveling in the bliss. And, faintly, a third voice screamed and raged as her lusts flowed into the priest. Invigorating him. His hips did not stop thrusting. His cum boiled out of his balls but his dick was still hard. Cum oozed out around the priest's dick, forced out by his thrusts. He savored the fresh scent of his cum and the moans of Joy as she came again. The phone rang, the only object remaining on the desk. Still fucking his slut, Father Augustine reached for the receiver. Yes, he grunted, his balls smacking into his slut. Damien approaches, Lynette, the vampiress, purred. She had been Faust's lover, but the vampiress was still femalestill a whore. She had abandoned Faust for the satisfaction of a better cock. He's rushing the barricade. Good, the priest groaned and then the world outside erupted in gunshots. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abigail thrust her body out the SUV's passenger window. Her red hair whipped behind her as she aimed her automatic 9mm. She laughed in delight as the cops opened fire with handguns, shotguns, and AR-15 rifles. She aimed and opened fire as the bullets hissed by her. Bullets slammed into the SUV. Sparks danced on the hood. The right tire burst. The car swerved for a moment, but Damien held it on course. The engine chugged, whined, then died in a burst of black smoke that rolled over the vehicle. But it went to fast to be stoppeda battering ram hurtling at 100 MPH. Mary threw herself out the back door. The vampiress streaked past the SUV, a blur crashing into the cops. Abigail marked Mary's progress only by the blood spurting from severed necks as she slashed with a silver-plated knife. Flowing in Mary's wake was Samantha, the vampiress Abigail sired. The young woman became mist, white, ethereal, drifting beside the vehicle. Abigail fired her 9mm. Each pull of the trigger sent a burst of three or four rounds from the gun. It spat them out in a rapid tat-tat-tat. With her strength and reflexes, the bullets struck their targets. Cops fell dead, each bullet landing between their eyes. Abigail squeezed her juicy thighs together, savoring the carnage. The SUV was 100 feet away. Abigail pulled the trigger, firing the last rounds and killing three more cops. Bullets struck her. They stung for a moment before her body healed. They were lead. Impure. Harmless. Her gaze caught one cop's eyes as she tossed her gun away. She mesmerized the with her gaze. Kill. The heartbeat before the SUV crashed into the lead cop car, the mesmerized cop turned, aimed his AR-15 at the cop beside him, and fired. He did not miss at five feet. Abigail shifted her gaze to find another cop to mesmerize. The SUV hit the first cop car. Metal crunched. Glass shattered. Cops screamed. Rosa moaned in joy as the SUV sent the cop car flying. Damien lost control of the SUV. It tumbled. The world spun. The force threw Abigail from the vehicle. She crashed her back into the side of a patrol car, bounced off, and landed on her feet before an astonished cop scrambling for cover. He had brown eyes, a youthful face. Kill, Abigail purred as she stared into his eyes. Kill all your friends. The cop's eyes went dull. He rose mechanically, turned his shotgun, and opened fire. Abigail laughed. Pandemonium swept through the cops guarding the front of Faust Tower. Samantha swept through the police as mist. Where she passed, men screamed. A crimson hue spread through her pearly fog. The SUV came to a crashing halt against the security gate of the building's parking garage. The vehicle had half penetrated through the metal partition, sheering the metal links. The engine burned. The vehicle smoked. The side door kicked off and Rosa burst out naked and weaponless. She crashed into a cop, her teeth sinking, her thighs wrapped tight about his waist. Rosa humped the man as she fed, blood spurting around her face and staining her body. Abigail laughed as her mesmerized cop fell in a hail of his own side's bullets. More struck her, annoying gnats. She strode through the panicked cops to her husband, mesmerizing every officer she passed, leaving chaos in her wake. Men screamed in frightened panic. Damien climbed out of the SUV and ripped down the broken partition, opening the way into the parking garage. Let's go, he snarled, pulling Britney out of the SUV. The busty thrall held a combat shotgun in hand. Her mother followed her out and then Vickie, a wild gleam in her eye, blood dribbling from a cut on her arm. Aurora! snarled Damien. Abigail smiled. Always soft with his women. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Exhilaration spilled through Britney Lawson as she raised her combat shotgun and fired it at a cop. More were in the parking garage. They wore the combat armor of SWAT Officers. Did Father Augustine get every cop in the city to guard him? Did he think that would stop my Master? The cop stumbled back, his body armor taking the blow. He raised his submachine gun, a compact, black weapon. A spike of fear shot through Britney that made her feel so alive. Unlike the vampires, she could be killed by normal bullets. Her mother, Donna, crashed into the swat officer. Donna's blonde hair spilled about her as she sank her fangs into the cop's neck. The scent of blood filled the air. Britney licked her lips as she pumped the action on the shotgun and pivoted, firing at another cop. The cop fired back. Britney fell to her knees out of instinct, screaming in wordless excitement. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her blonde hair rippled as a bullet knifed past her face. An inch and I would have died. Everything became more real as time slowed to her. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, chilling her blood and sharpening her vision. She pumped the action. A red shotgun shell tumbled through the air as she fired at the cop. Blood spurted from his legs. The buck shot tore through his black fatigues. The cop groaned and fell to the ground. Britney sprinted forward, her bare feet slapping on the concrete. The cop struggled to get up, but his legs were mangled. She kicked his gun away, pushed him over onto his back, and aimed the shotgun right at his face. Please, begged the cop. Britney fired. Her heart soared. I killed someone. She stared at the ruin of his face for a moment, savoring the exhilaration of ending a life. She understood the vampires better. It was a drug. Power. Britney could not imagine a narcotic more potent than pulling a trigger and snuffing out a life. Don't just stand there, her mother shouted, dashing by, her naked tits covered in blood. Right, Mom, Britney called and followed her mother through the parking garage. Bullets cracked against support columns and pinged into parked cars. Glass shattered. Tires hissed as they deflated. Car alarms blared, flashing amber and red lights through the parking garage. More cops rushed from the right. Rosa fell into them, her body covered in blood. So beautiful. Donna jumped in front of her daughter. A cop's submachine gun erupted. Donna shuddered, taking the bullets that would have hit Britney. They did not harm the vampiress. With a screech of maternal rage, Donna threw herself at the cop. Why did Father Augustine have all these cop defend the building? He had to know they would be useless against vampires. They have no special weapons. Britney furrowed her eyebrows. It didn't make sense. The priest was a chaplain to vampire huntersto Damien and Abigail. He knew how to fight the undead. He knew what weapons were effective and what would do nothing. So why isn't he using silver or white oak or holy water? Unease settled into Britney. She cast her gaze about for her Master. A blur streaked across her vision, Mary racing at supernatural speed, gutting cops with her knife and leaving streaks of blood in her wake. The crimson mist of Samantha engulfed a squad of cops pouring out of a utility door. Their guns fired uselessly through her mist as they screamed and died. Abigail mesmerized more cops, turning them into her weapons. And Damien strode at the far end, ripping car doors off their hinges with his telekinesis and hurtling them into cops, breaking their bodies. He was away from the other vampires, attacking a group of cops falling back. Or leading him to a trap. Master! Britney shouted and raced across the chaos. Her bare feet slipped on blood slicking the smooth concrete. Bullets hissed past her. Her mother roared in her wake, attacking and protecting Britney. She ran through Samantha's mist, caressed by the wet fog, leaving her body dripping in watery blood. Master! Damien turned to face her. It's a trap! Britney's voice echoed. As she shouted, the air rippled before Britney and a new vampiress appeared, black hair streaking about her face, a wild gleam in her eye. Britney gasped and tried to stop her flight before she crashed into the vampiress. But Britney's feet were slicked by blood. She slipped and fell forward. Britney impaled on the silver knife held by the vampiress. Pain shot through Britney. She stared down at the knife buried in her guts. The vampiress smiled and twisted the blade. Agony flared. Britney fell onto her back, clutching the gaping wound in her stomach. The vampiress licked the blood from her blade and vanished with a ripple. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Britney's cry turned Damien around. The air rippled before him. The tall, blond man who handed Faust over this morning stood before Damien. Abigail called him the German, one of Faust's three massive thralls, hulking men enhanced by the vampire's dark ichor like Damien enhanced Britney. Only she was a 110 lb. girl. The German easily weighed a hundred pounds more. His fist cracked into Damien's face. The vampire grunted in pain, the bone snapping in his jaw. He crashed into a sedan. The car alarm set off as he bounced off and hit the ground. Damien's jawbone healed as he rose. The air shifted to his right. The Texan, another of Faust's thralls, fired a crossbow bolt at Damien. The vampire dived, the white oak scoring across his back. Fire and pain flared. Damien grunted, rolling across the floor and drawing his machete. You fucked my wife, growled Damien as he glared at the men. Yep, the Texan drawled as he reloaded his crossbow. And she was mighty fine, too. Came real good on our cocks. Ja, the way she squealed as we fucked her was special, the German grinned as he rushed in, a silver gladius in hand. He lunged the short, stabbing blade at Damien's gut. Damien swiped his machete to the side, deflecting the blade and gaining his feet. He snarled, anger bubbling through him. He hacked with the machete, eager to find the German's flesh and spill his blood. The impotent rage of the cuckold, laughed the German as he parried with his gladius. Too late to change the past. Won't unfuck your wife. But we can always do it again, the Texan drawled, raising his crossbow. Damien darted right, forcing the German between him and the Texan. Faust thought the same thing, growled Damien. He thought he could fuck my wife and not pay the price. So she is whore, huh? the German laughed. Death's steep price for her cunt. Her pussy ain't that good. We filmed it, the Texan added, moving, circling, trying to get a shot. Damien moved with him. He was faster than the Thralls, his body leaner. You can watch it over and over. Savor your wife's passion as real men fucked her. Damien feinted to the right, swinging the machete wildly, the stroke of an angry husband. The German grinned, his gladius lunging at Damien's unprotected side. The vampire twisted his torso as he balanced on one foot and shifted the swing of his machete. A human would have fallen, overbalanced, his footing bad. The gladius lunged past Damien's side, missing by half-an-inch. His machete screamed through the air and struck the German's neck, cutting through muscled flesh and striking the spine. The machete, designed to chop and propelled by a vampire's strength, cracked through the vertebrate. Blood fountained as the German's head spun through the air. Then his heavy bulk crashed to the ground. The Texan stood ready, his weapon aimed right at Damien's chest. Rosa darted in. She crashed into the Texan's side, knocking his arm to the right. The crossbow bolt went wide, embedding into a car tire. Air hissed behind Damien as the Texan grappled with Rosa. The vampiress hissed and snarled, her fingers raking the huge thrall's flesh, leaving bloody scratches behind while her fangs sought his neck. Fangwhore, snarled the Texan as he through Rosa off of him. The vampiress screamed and landed at Damien's feet. Somehow, the Texan drew a white oak bolt and slammed it into Rosa's stomach. The vampiress trembled on the ground, paralyzed by the wood burning her insides. Going to paralyze your wife and fuck her again, bellowed the Texan as he cranked back his crossbow. She'll squeal on my cock over and over while that tight cunt massages my dick. Rage seized Damien. He roared and threw himself forward. The Texan didn't flinch. He dropped the crossbow and his right hand darted beneath the suit jacket. It came out with a silver throwing knife. He flicked it. Damien screamed in pain as it buried into his chest. The silver attacked his body. Pain flared. Damien stumbled and fell to his knees. Agony suffused his body. His undead heart labored as the poisonous silver reached for it. Yep, the Texan grinned and planted a foot on Damien's shoulder. The Texan pushed. Damien fell on his back. Gonna fuck all your fangwhores. They're gonna love my big cock. Damien laughed. What? the Texan asked, drawing a thick, silver blade from beneath his jacket. The big man bent over, planting his knee on Damien's shoulder. The knife, the edge serrated for cutting, lowered to Damien's throat. They wouldn't feel your small dick. The Texan smiled. Well, I guess you'll never know. You'll be down in hell. Damien's telekinesis seized the silver throwing knife embedded in his chest. He wrenched it out, turned the blade, and slammed it into the Texan's throat. Arterial red sprayed. The big man reached at his throat, gaping as he brushed the blade embedded in him. He pulled the knife out. A crimson fountain spurted. Fuck, he muttered as he spilled over. Shouldn't have...done that. Damien heaved the corpse off of him, licking his lips, savoring the Texan's blood. He had one more thrall to kill for fucking his wife. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The world rippled around Abigail. The vampiress froze in a crouch. Trickles of cop's blood ran down her body. Silence descended on the parking garage. All the gunshots and screams, the car alarms and crackling fires, ended. A stillness gripped the garage. Her eyes flicked about. The cops, the vampiresses, and Damien all vanished. Her ears pricked, straining for any sound. She inhaled, searching for any scents. Only her excitement and the blood dripping from her body caught her nose. She furrowed her eyebrows. She caught another scent. Feminine. Not Samantha, Rosa, Mary, Donna, Britney, or Vickie. Abigail spun, following the scent. Her heart beat faster as she crept through the parking garage. The female scent grew stronger as she moved towards the elevators. Abigail moved like a hunter. Stealth, cunning, patience. She wove through the bullet-ridden cars, peering through splintered windows or around fenders, trying to find the source. Black hair. Dark business suit. Nylon-clad thighs. A woman stood before the elevator. Professionally dressed. One of the office workers? No. Any normal human would be screaming right now. A vampiress. One of Faust's serving the priest? Abigail crept closer. She stilled her breathing. It wasn't necessary. She slowed her heartbeat. Silent steps. A ghost moving closer. Abigail's guts squirmed. Nothing was right about this. Something had happened to her. Illusion. I'm caught in a vampire's illusion. Hers. Why? Separate me from the others. Isolate and kill me. A stab of excitement shot through the vampiress. A challenge lay before her. Now, Abigail, skulking? What happened to the bold girl that brazenly walked into the liquor store and bought us all our first wine coolers. Abigail froze. She knew that voice. Lynette? Abigail rose and took a good look at the woman at the elevator. She was young, eighteen, beautiful. She looked the same as Abigail remembered. I'll see you tomorrow, Abigail had said to Lynette. Tell me how your date with Vincent goes. I'll tell you every detail. He's such a stud. He is getting lucky tonight. Lynette had laughed, a wicked giggle that was at odds with her fresh, Midwestern looks. They had hugged and parted, Lynette waving as she walked from Abigail's house. Hello, Abigail, Lynette purred, sliding a hand up her body, a sensuous purr. Abigail strode to her friend. I searched for you. Well, you finally found me. A sneer crossed Lynette's lips. Are you going to kill me? All those years hunting for me, putting down others of my kind. Maybe. Abigail paused twenty feet from her friend. I killed the vampire who turned you. Anger mottled Lynette's face. I begged Faust to let me kill you. For years, I begged him. Pleaded with him. You took Vincent from me! The vampire who turned you? Anger flared in Abigail. The vampire that killed our friends? Of course I killed him. I loved killing him. He was the first. And a girl always remembers her first. Faust finally listened. He finally grew angry enough. You killed so many of his children. Beautiful creatures. We plotted in bed, discussing how best to inflict pain on you and Damien. Exultation crossed Lynette's face. I don't know how many times I came picturing you suffering before me, begging me to take your life for killing Vincent. I killed Faust, too, Abigail taunted, striding forward. I bathed in his blood and fucked my husband while his unlife was still wet on us. Lynette shrugged. Faust was weak. I found a better man to serve. And is killing me one of your perks? Abigail demanded. It can be. Lynette licked her lips. Lynette hit the elevator button. The doors open. Ride up to the top. Become Father Augustine's whore and we can love each other like we used to. A wicked giggle escaped Lynette. Remember our slumber parties? Sharing kisses and more in the dark while your mother thought we were sleeping. Abigail's pussy itched at the memory. Damien was the first man she ever lay with, but Lynette was the first person. They had made love, exploring each other's bodies. Her body ached at the memory of their fumblings. I remember, Abigail purred and rushed Lynette. But I'm not going to fuck Father Augustine. She crashed into Lynette. Suddenly, the vampiress was naked in Abigail's arms, the clothes rippling away as they fell in a heap before the elevator doors. Abigail became so aware of her naked breasts pressing against Lynette's, their nipples brushing. Just like the first time. Lynette kissed Abigail. Hot lips worked together. Fangs bit, cutting each other's lips, spicing their passion with blood. Lynette's fingers clawed at Abigail's back as Lynette hissed angrily into the kiss. Pain flared through Abigail. She embraced it. Her hand found Lynette's round breast. Abigail squeezed, fingernails biting into the soft mound. Lynette shuddered in pain, rubbing her hot, wet cunt into Abigail's. Both vampiresses' hips undulated, grinding their clits against each other. I'm going to enjoy watching Father Augustine fuck you, panted Lynette, her hips humping up into Abigail. And you're going to be my husband's slut, Abigail hissed, staring into Lynette's eyes. We'll finally have that threesome you always wanted with my boyfriend. Not scared I'll steal him? Lynette giggled viciously. No. They kissed again. Abigail groaned, her body bursting with excitement. All the cops she killed inflamed her lusts and now Lynette satiated them. The vampiresses snarled and hissed, sharing their passion as their fingernails raked and clawed each other. I hate you so much, Lynette moaned as they rolled into the elevator, her hips undulating harder, grinding her clit into Abigail's. You killed Vincent. My Sire. I loved him. I did kill him, Abigail moaned, her fangs nipping at Lynette's throat. Salty blood squirted. Abigail shuddered as she fed on her friend. And then you hunted me. I fled to Faust in fear of my best friend. Lynette's voice burned with passion. She ground their clits harder together, Such wonderful sparks burst through Abigail every time. I hated you while loving you, panted Lynette. I dreamed of killing you and then licking your pussy. I wanted to skin you and wear you as a dress. To always be close to you. You can, Abigail moaned, her lips stained with Lynette's blood. I did hunt for you. I wanted to free you from the curse. And now? Lynette asked, staring down at Abigail. Lynette's dark eyes softened. Do you still want to kill me? Only if you make me. Why would I want to set you free from this? Abigail bucked her hips into her friend's thrusts as the elevator lurched and rose. I was a fool for thinking you needed to be liberated from undeath. Lynette smiled and kissed Abigail. The vampiresses writhed together as the elevator rose. Their nipples rubbed together. The scent of their blood and pussies filled the air. Abigail shoved her hand past Lynette's ass, reaching for wet pussy. Lynette moaned as Abigail penetrated the vampiress's cunt. Yes, yes, yes, Lynette panted as Abigail fingered her pussy. Ooh, yes, you're not scared anymore. Not afraid of the sinful delights women can share. Not anymore, groaned Abigail in agreement, her clit throbbing with delight every time it brushed Lynette's. I love it. Abigail fingered Lynette faster as the vampiress's fangs sank into Abigail's neck. She shuddered as her friend fed. Her blood pumped into Lynette's mouth. Her pussy clenched on Abigail's probing fingers, the silky walls massaging. Yes, panted Abigail, her orgasm swelling. Ecstasy spread from Lynette's bite. The elevator spun around Abigail. She shoved her fingers deep into Lynette's pussy, fingernails scraping along sensitive walls, cutting. Giving Lynette pain to mix with her pleasure. Lynette moaned into Abigail's throat. Lynette's teeth bit harder as her orgasm exploded. The vampiress bucked atop Abigail. Lynette's pussy spasmed on Abigail's fingers. Juices flooded out, the tangy flavor of her musk overwhelming Abagail's senses. Just as wicked as I remember, panted Abigail. The first time you came, your fingers spasming about mine was wonderful. It would be more wonderful if you joined me, Lynette purred into Abigail's ears. Yes! Abigail gasped, her body trembling, her clit aching. Lynette pinched Abigail's nipple. Pleasure exploded in Abigail's depths. The redheaded vampiress bucked beneath her friend, her lover. Their lips met, hot with Abigail's salty blood. The pleasure washed through Abigail, soft and sweet. It reached her mind. The vampiress drank in the rapture as she kissed her friend. The elevator doors opened. Lynette popped off Abigail and darted out of the elevator. Lynette turned, standing winsome, her thighs glistening with her excitement. She crooked a finger at Abigail. The redheaded vampiress licked her lips, her body heaving with passion. Abigail wanted more from Lynette, to taste her blood and her pussy. Abigail darted after her friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damien yanked the crossbow bolt from Rosa's gut, ignoring the shaft burning his palm. He threw it to the side. Rosa groaned, her limbs moving, her hands rubbing at her smoking wound. Then, hissing like a cat, she threw herself on the dead Texan, tearing at his throat. Damien let her vent her fury and scanned the battlefield. Britney lay wounded nearby, clutching her stomach. Her mother, Donna, knelt beside her. The vampiress met Damien's gaze. Did you see where she went, Sire? Who? The bitch who stabbed my daughter. Damien shook his head. She'll live. I will, Mom, panted Britney. You will, Vickie said, limping to the group. She had a gash in her leg. A bullet had creased her thigh. Drying blood ran in sheets down to her calf. Vickie sighed as she sank down beside Britney. Master, the cops are fleeing. They've pulled back. To regroup, Damien smiled. He surveyed the parking garage. Smoke billowed from burning cars. Sprinklers hissed wherever the smoke rolled across the ceiling. Dead or dying cops littered the parking garage. The final thrall of Faust's, the Black man, staggered, clutching his spurting knee. He fell to the ground. A blur streaked by. Blood gushed from the thrall's throat. He teetered over and fell. Mary appeared out of the streaking blur, her body splattered with drops of blood. The black-haired girl looked around, a pout appearing on their lips. They're all dead, Sire. Samantha coalesced out of her crimson mist. Her naked body streaked with dripping blood. It splattered her glasses and clung to her long braid of brown hair. I chased the last cops out of the south exit, Damien. So there really are no more? Mary pouted. She leaned against Samantha. And I was having so much fun. What? Rosa snarled, turning from the savage Texan's throat. No more? There's still the priest, Damien growled, looking up at the ceiling, wishing he could peer through all the intervening floors. Where's Abigail? Samantha asked. Damien froze, he cast his gaze about. Abigail? His voice echoed through the parking garage, a booming call. He cried again, his ears searching for any sound. None came back. Is she wounded? Dead? He couldn't catch her scent over the blood and the excitement bleeding off his vampiresses. Juices dripped down all their thighs, mingling with the blood that splattered their bodies. Damien's own dick ached in his pants. He wanted to take Abagail, fuck her hard, and cool his ardor before fighting the priest. Abigail! Abigail...Abiga...Abi...A... echoed back. When was the last anyone saw her? She was over there, Samantha said, pointing towards the elevators. Look, a few of her mesmerized cops are over there. They killed themselves when they ran out of other cops to kill. Damien moved at a run, his boots thudding as he raced through the parking garage. Was she caught up in the trap that almost killed him? A vampire, probably the woman who stabbed Britney, used illusions to hide the Texan and the German. Damien threw a car out of his way with his telekinesis, running faster. Mary streaked past him, racing over the cars. She appeared on the far side, paused. She breathed in deeply, scenting the air. Damien pushed another car to the side, metal crumpling as it slammed into a red truck. I have her scent, Sire, Mary said. She crouched down, sniffing. Yes, yes, she was here. She went that way, towards the elevator. Damien reached her side. Abigail's scent was clear, a mix of her tart pussy musk and the unique, salty aroma tinged with her favorite body wash. A scent Damien had smelled on her clothing and her pillow all through their marriage. I don't scent her blood, Mary added. She was lured to the elevator, Damien growled. There's a vampiress about. She can use illusions. Do not trust your senses. Then what do we trust, Sire? Rosa demanded, joining him. Damien shook his head. He had no answer. Donna, stay with the thralls. Protect my women. I will, Sire, the vampiress answered, her voice ringing through the parking garage. And what are we doing? Samantha asked. She bent down, wiping her glasses clean on the uniform of a dead cop. Going up. The priest has my wife and my angel. Damien ached to rip his former friend and chaplain to pieces. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abigail followed Lynette as she raced down the halls, the hot scent of her pussy drawing Abigail on. Tangy, hot cunt and the promise of Lynette's salty blood. Heaving passion. Orgasms. Abigail trembled, drunk on the excitement of finding her friend after over a decade of searching. Lynette flitted naked through a pair of iron doors burst inward, her breasts heaving, bouncing, still firm with her youth. Abigail's fingers clenched as her own breasts, though still gorgeous, had lost some of their perky firmness. She caught Lynette just on the other side. Abigail pulled her friend to her. The vampiresses kissed, moaning as their bodies pressed together. A new scent filled Abigail's nosesalty cum. It overwhelmed her. The wicked scent thickened the air, drowning out everything. Yes, yes, yes, Father, gasped a young woman. Keep fucking me. Abigail moaned, the slap of flesh echoing, the sound of a hard cock sliding into a woman's tight ass. The grip of bowels on a shaft.. The grunt of masculine passion. Abigail shuddered. Her pussy itched as she moaned into Lynette's lips. Whore! the man yelled. Father Augustine. Abigail pulled away from Lynette, sense knifing through Abigail's lust. The priest, younger than Abigail had ever seen him, his muscles stretching the black fabric of his vestments, threw back his head and groaned. Abigail heard the spurts of cum flood the already filled ass of the blonde spasming on the desk. You, Abigail hissed as a wave of pure lust ran through her. She staggered, drinking in the sight of the priest's power. You took...Aurora. Abigail shook her head. Her nipples ached, her clit throbbed. Her pussy clenched. She wanted to be fucked. Abigail, how wonderful to see you again, the priest grinned. Oh, how long I have wanted to see you naked. I knew you were such a whore. Look at yourself. Without shame. She's such a whore, Father, Lynette purred, pressing her body behind Abigail. Hard nipples and round breasts rubbed on Abigail's back while Lynette's hands slid around Abigail's hips down to her pussy. Her dripping pussy. She's so wet for you, Father. No, Abigail groaned, shaking her head as the lust consumed her. I can see the whore's desire in your eyes, Abigail, the priest said, his voice orating with the same intensity he preached at mass. He slid his cock from the blonde's ass. Abigail's eyes locked on the large cock, shiny with cum. You are but a slave to that sinful hole Lynette plays with, the priest said, facing Abigail, his cock pointing at her. I can see the war in you, Abigail. You desire to be faithful to your husband, but your lusts demand that you give in. That you cheat on him. No, Abigail groaned, shaking her head even as her right foot took a step forward. Lynette giggled behind her. You have lusted for other men. Burned to experience sinful congress with their bodies. Yearned to be penetrated and filled. You did not care who fucked you. You just needed to be fucked. No, Abigail groaned again and walked forward, entranced by the dick. Lynette let Abigail go. Yes, yes, that's it. Worship his dick. How many times did you cheat on Damien? Never, Abigail panted. Only when Faust dominated me. When I was...his...slave. But you wanted to. Abigail's pussy clenched. Yes! So what! She reached the priest. His cock was there, begging to be sucked. To be fucked. Another shudder ran through Abigail. I never acted! Yet. The priest's words snapped through her. She staggered. The lusts surged in her. Fall to your knees and worship it. The cock of cocks, moaned Lynette as she nuzzled against Abigail's back again. What is happening to me? Abigail fell to her knees. The lust radiated out from the priest. He was her enemy. He attacked her, sent his whores to kill her. She shouldn't be grasping his dick, stroking it, savoring the sour musk of the blonde's ass. The angel's in him. He's devouring her lust and its infecting me. Knowing the truth didn't stop Abigail from leaning forward, her mouth opening. She pressed the tip of the priest's cock to her lips. Her eyes closed as a wonderful satisfaction rippled through her. Abigail's pussy clenched as she sealed her lips about the dick and sucked. The sour flavor of the blonde's ass mixed with the salty musk of the priest's cum. It was filthy and subservient to suck his dirty cock. Abigail moaned, her excitement growing as she slid more and more of his cock into her mouth, moaning, her tongue swiping. Lust gripped her. She had to worship this cock. It dwarfed Damien's, Faust's, and all the men she was forced to fuck last night. The cock of cocks. None was more perfect. Yes, I knew you were a whore, Abigail, groaned the priest, his hand running through her red hair. Your whore. Abigail shuddered at the thought. It burned through her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, eager to clean his cock and worship him. Her hands stroked the base and cupped his balls. Her tongue swirled, gathering the sour flavor of the blonde's ass while her thighs squeezed together, rubbing on her clit. I knew you were a slut. For as long as I knew you, I saw the wanton lust in your eyes. I waited the day you came crying into my confession, weeping over your indiscretion while knowing you had finally awakened to your whorish lust. Like all the other married women of my parish. One day, you would have cheated on Damien. And done it again and again. Like Donna. Like Mrs. Parson and Mrs. Tenor. You are all whores, parading your sins before me, exciting me. And now you shall satiate what you stirred. Now all you whores will surrender to me and spread your legs while your husbands watch. I will claim you all! Yes! Abigail sucked harder. She moaned and groaned, her head swiveling. She rubbed the tip of his dick around her mouth, against her cheeks. She took more of him. He brushed the back of her throat. She had to give her all to him. She had to surrender every ounce of herself. Abigail deep-throated his cock. She swallowed every inch. She pressed her lips into his pubic hair, felt the curls tickle her flesh, breathed in his manly musk. His balls slapped her chin as he bucked. She moaned and swallowed, massaging and pleasing his dick, eager for him to spurt his cum into her. Then she slid her mouth up his shaft, sucking the entire way. His groans spurred her on. She squirmed, her clit aching, throbbing. She squeezed her thighs so tight together. Pleasuring the priest's cock excited her. She slid her mouth down his cock as she came. The pleasure burst in the vampiress's nethers. She moaned about the burning shaft as it filled her throat again. Rapture gripped her. The priest groaned louder. I'm pleasing him! The pleasure crashed through her mind. She gripped it. Held onto it. She embraced it. The pleasure was amazing, wonderful. It washed over her, left her dizzy. His fingers gripped her hair. He grunted, his balls slapping into her chin as he fucked her mouth. Fucking whore! I knew it! You were like all the rest! I am! ...Abigail... Aurora whispered. ...trapped...help... Abigail! Damien shouted. Hallelujah! the priest cried as he came down Abigail's throat. The vampiress shuddered as the cum warmed her stomach. A second orgasm crashed through her body on the heels of the first. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shocked disgust gripped Damien when he entered Faust's office. Abigail, on her knees, moaning about the priest's cock. The scent of her lust washed through the air. The ground between Damien and Father Augustine lay strewn with half-unconscious women. All fucked by the priest. Rage seized Damien. The priest fucked his wife. Impotent fury propelled Damien across the room. Blood streamed from his machete as he leaped over the fallen women. The priest's head threw back as he came. Abigail's throat worked. She swallowed, noisily, with delight. She's worshiping his cock! Why? Damien roared. The white oak crossbow bolt embedded into his chest at his sternum. Pain flared, burned. The purity embedded in the core of his body paralyzed him. His legs ceased to work in mid sprint. He pitched forward, landing on his side and rolling onto his back, his head lolling. Stared at his wife as she popped her lips off the priest's dick and stared up at Father Augustine with such worship. Like she had for Faust. Abigail, Damien groaned as his wife licked her lips. His cock, his wife breathed. What a cock. I have to feel it in me, Damien. I have to. It's so huge. So big. She's a slave to her hole, the priest roared, his dick still hard. Abigail bent over the desk. Beside it, the air rippled and two women appeared, the blonde who rescued the priest this morning holding a crossbow and...Lynette. His wife's missing friend, the vampiress controlling illusions. No, Damien croaked, wishing he could move. He struggled to wiggle fingers, toes. No, Abigail! You're my wife. It's his cock, Abigail panted, wiggling her hips at the priest. Fuck me, Father! I need it! Please! Pound me! Give me that cock and make me moan! Kill him! snarled Damien. Rosa, Mary, rip him apart. But his cock, Sire, Mary gasped, appearing beside the desk, her hand reaching to grab the dick. Samantha flowed around to the other side followed by Rosa. All three vampiresses stared at the priest with worship. They stroked his thick shaft and guided him to Abigail's waiting pussy. Damien bucked, roaring his rage, ignoring the purity stabbed into his chest. No, Abigail! Please! Fuck me, Father! Abigail moaned. I need you in me. I want your cock! I want to cum! Her words knifed through Damien. The priest thrust into Abigail. She tossed back her head. Damien's wife moaned her pure, unabashed delight as the cock stuffed her pussy. She shuddered and bucked on the desk, slamming her hips back into his thrusts. So good, she groaned. It's so good. I love it. Keep pounding me, Father! Oh, yes! This cock! Hurry and cum in her so I can feel your dick again, Father, Mary moaned, humping against the priest's side. You are my women! Damien snarled. I made you, Mary! Rosa! You are mine! Kill him! How can we serve you before him? Rosa moaned. How can we war against this man? He's perfect. All women are whores craving the strongest, the priest grunted, his balls smacking into Abigail's flesh. And none are stronger than me! NO! Damien's roar echoed through the room, mixing with Abigail's pants and moans. The married vampiress shook and shuddered on the desk, her face twisted with passion. Her green eyes flashed and her breasts jiggled as she arched her back. Damien fought against the agony burning in his chest. He struggled to move. He reached out with his telekinesis and grabbed the bolt. He jerked at it. The head was barbed. Pain seared through him, the agony drowning out the humiliation of his wife's moans. Fuck me, Father! Oh, yes! Keep ramming that dick in me! Oh, god! Oh, fuck! Yes! Abigail's orgasmic delight forced Damien to keep pulling on the bolt. Bone cracked. Flesh ripped. Smoke burst from his chest. His innards burned but he wouldn't stop. He would prove to his fickle whores he was the strongest. He would kill every man who touched his wife. Keep fucking me! Abigail screamed. Keep making me cum! Her tart excitement filled Damien's nose. He could hear her pussy spasm about the priest's cock, the wet thrusts of his dick, the juices raining on the floor as they fell from her cunt. She gushed for the priest. Damien wrenched the bolt from his chest with his thoughts. Control returned to his body. Smoke billowed from the blackened hole in his sternum as Damien rose. He seized the bolt in his hand, embracing the searing pain as his palms burned. He charged the priest fucking his wife. Father Augustine's face twisted, too caught up in ramming his dick into Abigail's cunt to notice Damien. All the vampiress's were fixed on the union of the priest's flesh and Abigail. Damien stabbed. The sharp point of the crossbow bolt slammed into the priest's neck at his jugular. The wood splintered and snapped. Not a drop of blood was shed. Damien gaped as he stared at the unmarred flesh of the priest. Not a drop of blood. Not even a red mark. What are you? Damien gasped. The priest's hand shot out and seized Damien's neck. Iron fingers crushed his throat. The priest lifted the vampire from the floor while his hips never stopped fucking Abigail. I am the man you will grovel before. I am the man who claims your wife and whores. I am king, born once more to rule mankind. Damien gurgled as the fingers tightened, crushing his trachea, cutting off his breathing. And your Abigail shall be my queen! Yes! Abigail shouted. Cum in me! Yes, yes! Flood me with your seed! Keep infecting me with Aurora's lust! I love it! I need it! Make me cum! To be concluded...

Author: mypenname3000 Commissioned by: n1one Title: Clara's Mind-Controlling Tweets Chapter Twenty-Three: Hags Transformed into Young Sluts Summary: A fat wife and her bitcy sister are turend inot hot, young sluts who want to please her husband. Keywords: MFF MF FF inc mc oral facial anal A2M titty exhib voy public wife Copywrite 2020 Visit my blog at http://mypenname3000.com Note: This story was commissioned by n1one and the story was crafted by fans on his discord server. Join it to vote on what Clara will tweet next at: https://discord.gg/ByJ4kZQ Clara's day was still going strong at the mall. She and her slutty mother were having so much fun doing so many naughty things. Thanks to her powers as a Goddess, she could rewrite the world with a single tweet and make any perverted thing happen. You disgusting pig! a woman shrieked. I saw you staring at her ass. Jesus, she's eighteen. You're forty-four, you sack of shit! You're staring at some jailbait's ass in front of my sister! another woman hissed. She should divorce rape your ass and find a real man. Clara's gaze shot to the people. The man was holding so many shopping bags. He was clearly their pack mule. The wife must weigh three hundred pounds. She was overflowing the spandex dress she wore like her fat ass belonged in anything that tight. She had chins that jiggled as she berated her poor husband. For what? thought Clara. Staring at some hot girl's ass? Come on! the bony woman said. She must be the sister. A skeletal witch who looked like she would cut you when you hugged her. All sharp angles. You should be on your knees that my sister doesn't take everything you have, you fat bitch! Now move! No complaining! We have a lot more shopping to do. Clara didn't know any of their names, though. How could she tweet about them? Then inspiration stuck her. She snapped a picture of the unhappy man, his fat wife, and bitchy sister-in-law. Clara attached it to a tweet and started typing. The two women in this picture are about to become eighteen-year-old sluts for the man. Busty, hot whores who will do anything to make their man happy! #HagsToSlut #BitchesToTarts #OldToHot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Brenner I so fucking hated shopping with my wife and that shriveled hag she called a sister. Shelly was bad enough with her shrill voice and all that fat. She had put on the weight the last few years, giving up trying to be sexy. Of course, she claimed it was my fault. My fault she gotten fat? I didn't attach the feedbag to the sow. A camera flashed out of the corner of my eye. I almost wanted her to divorce me, but she would ruin me with the alimony. I wasn't about to pay for her to get liposuction so she could find another sucker. Thank god the only thing that could get her fat ass moving was shopping. But even that was breaking the bank. I wanted to strangle them both. Move faster, Frank! Shelly hissed as her fat ass waddled before me. You're slowing us down, pig, Victoria hissed. We have three more shops to hit. They have a sale going on. Move! Another pair of hot teenagers, eighteen and gorgeous, strolled by in those jeans that hugged their asses. My wife hadn't looked that great at that age. I fucking married the wrong slut. I bet she poked a hole in the condom. That's why she got pregnant and trapped me. I wanted to look, but I kept my eyes forward so I wouldn't have those two fucking cunts yapping at me any longer today. They were bitches waiting to tear me apart. They both glared back at me like I had looked. They were just pissed off they weren't as hot as them. Now you're looking at them! my wife snarled. Some phones chirped around us. When you should be looking at us, my wife purred. I gaped as my fat wife and her harpy sister weren't standing in front of me. Instead, there were two naked and busty girls. Barely legal hotties. Eighteen with huge, perky tits. The sort that defied gravity because of the suppleness of youth. One was black hair like my wife, the features vaguely familiar. The big nose gone. The extra chins. The only fat on her was in those huge mammaries and the curve of her ass. She was shaved, her stomach flat and toned, her thighs supple. The other one had my sister-in-law's brown hair. Instead of disgust in her hazel eyes, there was unbridled lust. Oh, Frank, you have got to fuck us! moaned the black-haired girl that almost sounded like my wife. That voice wasn't full of contempt but lust. It was young, sweet, like she had been when we met. You have to ravish us right now. You've been so kind to carry our clothes. Yes, yes, so kind, giggled the brunette, her huge tits jiggling. The pair were definitely sisters, but how could they be my wife and Vivian? We lost all our clothes when we stopped being hags and became sluts! No longer bitches, Frank! The black-haired beauty bounced in place, her huge tits heaving. My cock throbbed in my pants. We're now your tarts, honey. We'll do anything you want, brother, purred the brunette. I am your sister. By marriage. Isn't that naughty? Anything, Frank, cooed the black-haired slut. I'm your wife. It's my job to be your personal slut. What do you want us to do? The shopping bags fell from my hands in a crinkle of plastic. I couldn't believe this was happening. How had my wife and her shrew sister become these fucking perfect-ten hotties? Neither of them ever looked this good at eighteen. Those heaving breasts and dazzling smiles. Those eyes were full of love and not contempt. Lust not derision. They wanted me. My back straightened as a big smile spread on my lips. My cock swelled in my pants, throbbing with my excitement. Shelly, I think we overwhelmed our man with our sexiness, purred Vivian. I think we'll just have to rip off his clothes and ravish him. Yes, yes, I can't wait to get home! squealed Shelly, and she threw her arms around my neck. My suddenly eighteen-year-old hot wife kissed me with such passion. Her lips melted to mine, tasting so sweet. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and swirled about in mine. I groaned, savoring every second of what she was doing to me. My dick throbbed so hard in my pants. Shelly's hands tore at my shirt. She ripped it up my body as our tongues danced. I didn't fight her. Didn't care we were in the fucking mall where everyone could see us. Let them fucking watch. Let them see I had a hot, young wife who had a slut for a sister. We had to break the kiss to get my shirt off. Instantly, my wife's big, young breasts pressed into my chest, her nipples so hard and her tits so soft. Then my sister-in-law pressed into my other side, her wonderful boobs as amazing as Shelly's. Fuck, I groaned. Do we make you hard, honey? my wife purred. Do we, Daddy? my sister-in-law purred. We're younger than your kids. Do we make you hard? Before I could answer, my sister-in-law kissed me. Her lips were just as sweet as her sister's. Her tongue thrust into my mouth she kissed me with such passion. It was just a wonderful delight to have her tongue playing with mine. My wife squeezed my dick through my pants. Mmm, I think we did make him hard. But we have to find out for certain, Vivian. We have to take his jeans off and see just how hard we've made him. Shelly broke the kiss and winked at me. My wife and her busty sister sank to their knees before me. They stared up at me with those gorgeous, young faces. They were hotter than any of the barely legal tarts wandering the mall. It was like the universe had rewarded me for all these years of misery. The sisters attacked the fly of my jeans. They fumbled with the fastener. It popped open. They ripped my jeans down my legs, exposing my cock stretching out my black Fruit of the Looms underwear. My cock throbbed beneath it. They rubbed their faces into my underwear, caressing my cock through it. I shuddered, groaning at the delight of them breathing in my scent like it was intoxicating. Then they tore down my underwear. They licked their lips as they stared at my cock springing free. Doesn't my husband have the hottest cock there is? purred my wife. Yes! her sister groaned as they both grabbed my dick. You've been hogging him for too long. She's been ignoring me for too long, I growled. Now you two are going to suck my cock together. I had been watching a lot of porn the last few years. And I am going to cum all over your faces! Yes! they squealed together and licked my cock at the same time. My wife and her sister slid their tongues up my dick. I shuddered at the feel of them bathing me with their passion. A shiver ran through me as they reached the tip. They caressed over the crown. Pleasure shot down my shaft to my balls. It was so incredible. Everyone in the mall was walking by not really caring what we did. They passed us by as the two licked and lapped at my dick. A naked girl and a MILF who was eating her pussy out were the only ones really paying attention. I smiled as the young hottie winked at me. I turned back to the two trollops loving my dick. Their tongues brushed each other as they caressed me. God, would they do lezzie shit with each other? Sister incest made my dick throb. Not that step-sibling crap on Pornhub. Real incest. Fuck, I groaned as their tongues bathed my cock. Mmm, suck a yummy cock, my wife purred. I love your dick, Daddy, her sister cooed, winking at me. They made me feel amazing. I grinned from ear to ear. Their tongues caressed my tip. I groaned with the delight of it, savoring every second of them swirling their tongues over my dick. They slid their lips up and down my shaft, kissing at it. Then my sister-in-law swallowed my cock. She slid that dick into her mouth, finally putting it to some good use. She suckled hard. I groaned, savoring the way she nursed on me. It was amazing. This pleasure shot down my shaft as she bobbed her head. Mmm, that's it, cooed my wife. Suck my hubby's big dick. Just worship that cock, you nasty whore. I know you love it. You're such a slut for big dicks. Mmm, that's why you're just bobbing your mouth like a whore. Vivian was bobbing her mouth like a whore. She suckled on my cock with hunger. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed at me. She swirled her tongue around me. I groaned, my face contorting with the delight of this woman nursing on me. She suckled up my shaft, nursing with such force on me. I groaned at that. My face twisted with the pleasure of her hot tongue. My cock throbbed in her mouth as she loved me. My balls twitched at how hot this is. Mmm, now share, Shelly cooed. I never sucked my husband's cock right, but now that I'm his young slut, I have to do it. Vivian ripped her mouth off my dick. Fine. You can love him, sis. Suck him like that tart you are! My wife winked at me and swallowed my cock. I groaned as her mouth slid over my dick. She felt incredible around me, her mouth so warm. Her tongue swirled around my cock. She loved my dick. It was the most beautiful thing my whore-wife had ever done for me. I savored it. I loved what she did to me. It was incredible having her nurse on me. She suckled with such passion, bobbing her head. I loved how she did that. I savored the way she nursed on me with all that hunger. Yes, I growled. Just like fucking that, slut! That's how you use your mouth. Yes, yes, suck our daddy's cock with that naughty mouth, cooed Vivian. Make him cum. On your faces, I growled. Then you two are going to lick it off each other and kiss and share it. Yes, Daddy, Vivian moaned and winked at me. My wife squealed around my cock and suckled even harder. This was amazing. They really were sluts for me. I don't know how they could have de-aged and got so hot, but I was glad. I was fucking thrilled that I had them nursing on me like that. It was incredible. Shelly popped her mouth off and traded me off to her sister. Vivian swallowed my dick and bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my dick. I loved it. I loved every second of it. My dick throbbed as the pressure in my balls built. You're going to shower us in all your cum, honey, cooed my wife, her big tits jiggling. I can't wait to lick it off my sister. It'll be so hot! Yes, I gasped, the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock. My balls tightened from the sucking force Vivian gave me. You two are my sluts! Yours, honey! Vivian popped her mouth off my dick and moaned, We're your personal fucktoys, Daddy! Yes! squealed my wife as she swallowed my cock. I couldn't take much more of this. It was so hot having them worship me like this. My face contorted with the delight of this. I would have such a huge orgasm. Just burst in rapture. My balls twitched as my wife nursed on my dick. Vivian licked her lips, so eager for it. My sister-in-law wanted my cum showering over her face. Her sister's face. My dick twitched as my wife suckled with passion, drool running down her chin and her big boobs jiggling. I'm going explode! I gasped, the pressure bursting in my nuts. My wife ripped her mouth off my cock and pressed her cheek against her sister's just in time. My cum erupted from my dick. I groaned as my pearly spunk splashed over the sisters' faces. I hosed the sluts down. They opened their mouths to catch the cum on their tongues, eager to enjoy my spunk like the tramps they had become. My balls twitched as I emptied them on their faces. My heart pounded with the rapture screaming through my veins. That's fucking it, sluts! I moaned. Hose us down, Daddy! my sister-in-law moaned. Yes, yes, just spray all over us, Daddy! my young wife moaned. I groaned, my dick spurting across them. I had so much cum backed up. I had so much jizz ready in my balls. It sprayed across them both. I groaned as I reached that peak. Stars danced across my vision. I swayed there, my heart pounding bliss through my veins. Oh, Daddy, you fired so much cum, purred my wife. Just coated us in all your jizz. Such a naughty daddy, her sister moaned. We're drenched. I suppose we'll have to lick each other clean. Just lap up all that cum off each others' faces and share it. Would that make you happy, Daddy? Would it, Daddy? my wife cooed, her eyes so big. The cum ran over both their faces, the pearly jizz spilling down cheeks and splashing on those huge tits they had. Yes! I groaned. Lick each other clean, sluts! The sisters turned their heads and attacked the cum on each others' faces. They licked and lapped with such vigorous hunger, their tongues scooping up my pearly jizz off the other's cheek or chin or forehead. My wife licked jizz off her sister's chin, tongue flicking to those plump lips. I groaned as they kissed. They swapped my cum back and forth, snowballing my jizz like it was the greatest thing they had ever tasted. I shuddered, my cock throbbing and aching as I watched the tableau before me. The incestuous, slutty sight had my dick still hard and ready. They broke the kiss to lick up more cum. They gladly lapped up the jizz from each other's cheeks and chins and noses. Their lips met, swapping more of my pearly spunk before they went back to cleaning each other up. Soon, only streaks of my jizz were left. They stared up at me, my wife asking, What do you want to do next to us, Daddy? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shelly Brenner Sixty-nine, my husband said. He was a beefy-face man with thick, hairy arms. Stout but still strong. He had touches of gray to his brown hair, making him seem even more handsome. My pussy melted at his command. My sister stretched out on her back, her legs spread wide. Her shaved pussy dripped with jizz. It was so wonderful to be young and hot. No longer that fat bitch angry at myself for being a pig and so jealous at all those young girls that my husband noticed. I was so afraid he would cheat on me. Now he had my sister and me as his hot, young sluts. He didn't need anyone else. I crawled over her body. My heavy tits spilled over her face. She licked at my nipple, sending a naughty thrill through me. I had never done anything with a woman. I wasn't gay before, but now I was a slut. And sluts were all bisexual. My boobs spilled over hers next, our nipples caressing. Sparks flared. My husband groaned, watching the incestuous sight. My tits dragged down her stomach as I came face to face with her cunt. Her tart aroma filled my nose. I hungered for her. Vivian grabbed my ass and pulled me down to her mouth, parting my butt-cheeks in the process. I buried my face into her cunt. I licked at her. I lapped with hunger at her pussy while she feasted on mine. She slid her tongue through my shaved folds, brushing my clit. Goddamn, my husband growled. Two fucking sisters sixty-nining? That is the fucking hottest thing in the world. Mmm, it's naughty, I moaned. She tastes so good. I love the taste of my sister's cunt, Daddy. Vivian licked my pussy to prove her point. I moaned and thrust my tongue into her cunt. Her hot sheath squeezed about me. I was just so ready to make her cum. I wanted to drink every bit of her juices. Just gulp them all down. It would be fantastic. My tongue swirled around inside of her. Keep her butt-cheeks apart, slut, my husband growled and his cock plunged into my crack and pressed open my asshole. I'm going to finally get that anal you've been denying me for twenty-four fucking years! Yes, yes, fuck my asshole! I moaned into my sister's cunt. My husband thrust his cock, wet from our blowjob, against my asshole. My anal ring burned. Spit wasn't enough lube, but I was his slut. I shuddered as the heat swelled and swelled. I tongued my sister's twat while she licked mine, sending soothing bliss to meet the growing discomfort. My anal ring surrendered. His shaft plunged into my virgin asshole. I moaned and shuddered on my sister as his cock slid deeper and deeper into my bowels. The heat burned down to my cunt being stirred up by my sister's twat. Fuck, yes, slut! growled my husband as he went deeper and deeper into my bowels. The burning heat made me whimper. You're fucking tight. I'm glad my asshole pleases you! I gasped, my body trembling. My sister's tongue lapping at my cunt soothed the burning in my asshole. Pleasure and pain mixed in me as my husband bottomed out in me. I loved the feel of his cock filling up my bowels. I squirmed on my sister's mouth as she feasted on me, his cock so deep in me. He drew back, the pain lessening. I suckled on my sister's clit as he thrust back into me. The pain melted into pleasure as my sister fucked her tongue in and out of my cunt. He pumped away at my asshole with such hard strokes, pounding my bowels. The pain turned into bliss as my asshole relaxed around his cock. I was such a slut, I was even enjoying being ass-fucked by my husband. I squeezed my bowels around his cock, increasing the burning friction that melted to my cunt. Fuck, you are a goddamn whore, Shelly! he growled. I am! I moaned and nibbled on my sister's clit. She suckled on mine as my husband speared his cock into my asshole over and over again. He fucked me hard. Fast. He drilled into me with such prowess. He fucked me with such force. I loved every second of him pounding me. My face scrunched up as I nursed on my sister's clit. I suckled hard, screaming toward my climax. My husband's crotch smacked my butt-cheeks as he plowed into me. He buried to the hilt in my burning bowels over and over again. I loved it so much. I savored every moment he pounded me. Every second he buried that dick into my bowels. Oh, fuck her hard, My sister moaned and nipped my clit. I squealed and exploded with rapture. I suckled on her bud as my asshole writhed around my husband's pounding cock. My juices gushed out and bathed my sister's mouth. I soaked her with my passion. My husband pumped away at my writhing asshole, grunting and groaning. What a fucking slut I married! he growled as he slammed into me. Yes, she is! squealed my sister. She bucked beneath me, my nipples rubbing into her stomach adding more delight to my orgasm. Her tart juices gushed out. I drank down my sister's cunt cream as my husband plunged his cock all the way in my bowels and erupted. His nuts twitched against my taint as he pumped load after load of his jizz into me. He flooded my bowels with all that spunk. Shit, yes! he snarled as he dumped his cum into me. My bowels writhed around his cock while my cunt spasmed. My sister licked up my juices while I savored her cunt cream. I drank down the incestuous delight as we both trembled together. The pleasure spilled through us. It was incredible to have all that bliss rippling through me. My mind melted beneath the onslaught of bliss. I hit the peak of my orgasm as my husband pumped the last of his spunk into my bowels. He emptied everything he had into me. It was such a wonderful feeling. Oh, god, that's amazing, he growled and ripped his cock out of my asshole. Vivian, you know what you got to do now, you fucking whore? What, Daddy? my sister cooed into my cunt as I licked at her tart pussy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vivian Masters Time to put that fucking mouth to use and suck my dick clean! growled my brother-in-law as I knelt before him, my face dripping in my sister's tangy cunt juices. Yes, Daddy, I purred. Whatever you want! I opened my mouth wide and leaned forward. I would take every inch of this dirty dick into my mouth, polishing off my sister's musk like the incest-loving whore I was. I just wished Frank was my real daddy or big brother. That would be so hot. I suckled on him, my tongue dancing around his cock. The pleasure swept through me as I savored that earthy flavor of my sister's bowels. It was so hot knowing this dick had fucked her skank ass and now I got to enjoy every bit of his dick flavored by her. I bobbed. Sucked. Slurped. Drool ran down my chin as I showed the women of the mall how they should take care of their men. My sister and I were reborn as young sluts. We had a chance to do it right. And we would. I was Frank's barely legal tramp. Fuck, growled Frank. That's it. Put that bitch-mouth to use. Sucking dicks is what you were born to do! SMACK! My sister's hand landed on my rump. Fuck, yes, Vivian. You suck that dick. You love it with that dirty mouth. I want you gagging on him. Just sucking and slurping until he spurts all that jizz into your whore mouth. I squealed in delight and bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his cock, taking every inch of him I could. My tongue swirled about him, loving cleaning his dick. I shuddered at the filthy flavor suffusing my mouth. Now, you, whore, Frank said to my sister. Be a good wife and lick your sister's asshole. Just a good wife? cooed my sister as she moved behind me. I thought I was a wicked wife. A naughty, slutty, kinky whore-wife who is just dying to rim her sister's asshole for you, honey. Fuck, he groaned. SMACK! SMACK! Both my sister's hands slapped down on my rump. I groaned at the stinging sensation. She dug her fingers into my rump. A shiver ran through me. She parted my butt-cheeks and exposed my naughty sphincter to her hungry gaze. Her black hair spilled over my rump as she pressed her face into my ass-crack. She nuzzled right against my dirty sphincter and licked it. She rimmed my backdoor as I sucked her bowels off her husband's cock. It was so hot having her tongue just swirling over my asshole. She rimmed me as I polished Frank's pole. My man stared down at me with such hunger in his eyes. We were his sluts, and he loved it. He loved every fucking moment of it. That's it, he growled as my sister's tongue caressed my asshole. Fucking whores. Mmm, cooed my sister against my asshole. She drilled her tongue against my backdoor as I slid my mouth further and further down my man's dirty dick. I groaned as my sister wiggled her tongue into my asshole. She swirled it around in my dirty hole. I shuddered. His cock reached the back of my throat. I didn't stop. I had to clean all of him. I swallowed his cock. Fuck, yes, he growled. That's it, you goddamn whore. My sister fucked her tongue in and out of my asshole while I deep-throated her husband's cock. His dirty shaft slid deeper into my mouth, giving me more of that sour delight to polish off him. I loved it. I licked and lapped at him, my cheeks hollowing as I nursed on him. Fuck, he groaned, his dick throbbing in my mouth. Goddamn, that's incredible. Yes, yes, just clean every inch of my dick, whore! I would. My sister kissed my asshole and thrust her tongue into my bowels over and over again. I slid my lips further down her husband's cock, savoring that sour flavor. I loved it. This heat swept through me. It was amazing to enjoy. I loved the thrill of what we were doing to him. My sister fucked her tongue in and out of my bowels. She drilled it into me. It was fantastic to enjoy that while I cleaned more and more of that earthy musk off his dick. He went further and further down my gullet. I hummed to massage him with my vocal cords. I swallowed. My lips came closer and closer to his thick bush. I smelled the salty scent of his balls. I groaned, my cunt melting from the naughty things my sister did to my asshole. Shit! growled Frank. You can fucking take every inch of my dick, whore. Finally, there's something you can do that's worth a damn, bitch. There was! My lips nuzzled into his bush. The curls spilled over my lips and cheeks. My nose nuzzled into his strands as I finally took him all. I swirled my tongue around the last of his cock, cleaning off all that sour musk. I had done it. I slid my mouth back up his cock, sucking the entire way up him. He groaned as I did that. My cheeks hollowed, his dick throbbing in my mouth. His glans slid out of my throat. My tongue swept around him. Fuck, yes! he growled and grabbed my head. My bowels clenched down on my sister's tongue as he fucked his cock down my throat. His shaft buried down my gullet. Hairy balls smacked into my chin. He drew back. I suckled the entire time, drool flooding out of my mouth. You are such a fucking slut, Vivian! he growled. My slut! I squealed my delight. I would scream it out if I could. He mouth-fucked me hard. His dick plunged down my cock over and over again. He buried to the hilt in me. He screwed my face with such passion. It was fantastic to enjoy him using me like this. I was just a hole to satiate him. My sister kept swirling her tongue around in my asshole, teasing me as this mighty dick rammed down my throat over and over again. His fingers tightened on the sides of my head. He drew back his cock until only that wonderful tip remained. Fucking whore! Swallow! He erupted. His salty cum fired into my mouth. You better believe I swallowed. I gulped down that jizz. I drank down every bit of it that I could. The pleasure shot through me. I squeezed my eyes shut and drank down all that wondrous jizz. That's it! he snarled. Drink that spunk. Drink it! my sister moaned. SPANK! SPANK! My butt-cheeks stung from her double spank. I shuddered, my throat working to guzzle down every salty drop of my man's seed. I nursed hard, working it all out. I didn't waste a drop of it. I shuddered, my cunt on fire as I swallowed every bit of it. Goddamn, he growled as he pumped the last of it into my mouth. You love cum, don't you? I slid my mouth off his cock and moaned, You better believe I do. I just adore cum. There's more in you sister's asshole. He grinned down at me. Lick it out of her! I squealed in delight and turned to find my sister already spinning around on her knees, using the waxed floor of the mall. She bent over, presenting her plump rump. It was just amazing to see her jiggling booty. I drew back my hand and slapped them down on both her butt-cheeks. SLAP! SLAP! Oh, yes, she gasped as I parted her asscheeks. Eat my ass, bitch! Already, cum had spilled out of her asshole and coated her butt-cheeks. I ducked my head down there and licked up that salty cum, presenting my plump rump to Frank. I shuddered, savoring the sour flavor infused in his cum that had leaked out of my sister. This was so exciting. Such a thrill. Frank pressed his cock into my butt-crack. I groaned and knew what he wanted. My tongue licked up more of the cum that had leaked out of my sister's asshole. I found her backdoor and shoved against it. I popped inside to find more of that dirty jizz. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Brenner I thrust into her asshole. She squealed as I penetrate her tight bowels. Her anal ring, loosened up by my de-aged slut-wife, swallowed my cock with whorish enthusiasm. I groaned, my dick working deeper and deeper into her bowels. A big smile spread on my lips. I groaned, loving the thrill of sliding deeper and deeper into her asshole. It was magnificent to feel her sliding onto me. Her anal ring widened further and further. She whimpered into my wife's asshole. Oh, god, Vivian, get that tongue into my cunt, groaned Shelly. She clamped her butt-cheeks around her sister's face. You're such a dirty whore! I love it! Don't you, honey? God, yes, I growled as I sank to the hilt in her asshole. I fucking do! It was incredible being in that delicious asshole. Pleasure swept through me. My cock throbbed in her bowels as I drew back. She squeezed about me, massaging me with her velvety flesh. A big smile spread on my lips as I buried back into her. I fucked my sister-in-law hard. Fast. I buried into her bowels with such hard strokes. She groaned, clenching about me as she licked and lapped at her sister's asshole. I slid my hands down her body and found her breasts. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. Fuck, yes! I growled, pumping away at her. You two are mine. Yes, yes, yes, honey! squealed my wife. Oh, god, Vivian, get that cum out of me. I can't reach it all, she moaned as I slammed into her bowels. Then suck it out, you dumb bitch! I snarled, my balls smacking into her taint. Yes! she squealed and started doing just that. My wife moaned as the nastiest suckling sound filled the air. A big smile spread on my lips as I heard it. I buried into her asshole with such force. I plunged to the hilt in her, loving every moment of burying into her flesh. Vivian squeezed her flesh around me as I drilled into her. I fucked her hard and fast. I pummeled into her bowels, my nuts tightening as she kept sucking and slurping my cum out of her sister's asshole. It was so nasty. Shit, gasped Vivian. No more cum. Then eat your sister's cunt! I moaned. Make my slut-wife cum! Yes, yes, yes! gasped Shelly. Make me cum! Vivian slid her lips down to her sister's hairless twat and feasted. The lesbian incest sent such a surge of delight through me. I buried my cock to the hilt in her bowels, my nuts tightening. The ache at the tip of my cock swelled. Shelly wiggled her hips, her black hair tossing as her sister licked and lapped at her cunt. The incestuous sight had me thrusting so hard into Vivian's velvety bowels. I loved it. I buried to the hilt in her again and again, plowing into that juicy depths. Goddamn, fuck! I groaned, my balls tightening as they slapped into her taint. I'm going to cum! Vivian moaned. I'm such an anal fucking slut, Daddy! Her bowels convulsed around my dick. I groaned as I buried into her. I savored her sheath sucking at my cock while she moaned into her sister's cunt. Shelly gasped. My wife threw back her head, her black hair whipping across her shoulders. Fuck, Vivian! squealed my wife. You cunt-munching slut! Yes! My wife shuddered as she came, too. She must be flooding Vivian with all that cream. It would be gushing out of her cunt and bathing her mouth. I loved it, my dick throbbing and aching in Vivian's writhing asshole. Shit, whore! I grunted and erupted. I dumped my cum into Vivian's asshole. I sprayed her bowels with my jizz. A big smile spread on my lips as I pumped blast after blast of cum into her asshole. Her flesh spasmed around my dick. I groaned, my face twisting with delight. People glanced at us, witnessing how a man dealt with his barely legal sluts. The pleasure surged through me. My mind reeled from the power of it as both my whores squealed. The two sluts moaned and gasped, Vivian drowning in her sister's cunt cream as I pumped that ass full of jizz. I hit the peak of my pleasure. I wanted more. Needed more. My wife had those big tits now. She always had large ones, and there was one thing I wanted her to do to me that she never would. I never even asked. Shelly, you are going to give me a titty fuck! I growled. Yes, honey! my wife moaned and crawled from her sister. I'll buff your dick clean of my sister's asshole with my big tits. Good, I growled, my dick throbbing and twitching. I ripped my cock out of Vivian's asshole. I pointed to the wall. Sit there. I want to rest my head on your tits while your sister pleases me. Yes, Daddy, my sister-in-law cooed. She crawled to the wall and sat against it, her legs spread wide. Pussy cream dripped out of her pussy and jizz out of her ass. Her big tits jiggled. I sat between her thighs on the mall linoleum and leaned back. My head settled between her tits, her soft boobs rubbing into my whiskered cheeks. A big smile spread on my lips as my cock twitched and throbbed. My wife crawled towards me. I glanced and noticed that the naked girl and the MILF were doing something else. She was fucking the MILF with a strap-on doggy style and watching the fun. She kept glancing down at a phone and smiling. I don't ever want to see you two whores on your phones in front of me, I growled. Young people were obsessed with them like that gorgeous girl over there. Checking her notifications while fucking a MILF? So sad. My wife settled between my legs and bent over. She engulfed my dirty cock with her big, lush tits. She squeezed about them and smiled at me. The warmth of her tits engulfed them. It was a delicious sensation to have those soft, plump tits around my dick. She worked her boobs up and down my cock. I groaned, arching my back and savoring her big tits sliding up and down my dick. Vivian held me, her soft boobs rubbing into my cheeks. I felt so relaxed right now. I could just float away. My wife worked her tits up and down my dick. She squeezed them tight about me, her boobs so soft. Her tongue flicked the dirty tip, tasting her sister's asshole once more. My wife moaned, loving what she did to me. This is so fun, honey, purred Shelly. All those passing guys are checking out my ass and cunt, but my body is all yours. Yes, Vivian moaned, her hands stroking my chest. She twined my chest hairs around her fingers. We're all yours. Goddamn, I groaned, savoring the whorish submission while my dick throbbed in my wife's soft tits. She worked her boobs up and down my dirty dick, polishing my pole with those lush mounds. Their soft, silky warmth engulfed the crown of my cock again and again, sending delight racing to my balls. My nuts drank it in, growing tight with my cum. My wife's tongue flicked across the crown of my dick every time she slid her tits down me. She bathed me. It felt amazing. I groaned, shifting between them. My back arched and cock twitched in her boobs embrace. Fuck, that's good, I growled. I know, she purred and licked my cock again. I love the taste of my sister's ass on your dick. Mmm, it's just so wonderful to taste, Daddy, Vivian cooed, her hands stroking my chest. I turned my head and nuzzled my lips into the inner swell of her large tit while her sister's big boobs worked up and down my cock. I shifted in delight, savoring the pressure building at the tip of my dick. Especially when my wife licked my glans. Guys grinned s they walked by. Many of them were carrying their wives' shopping bags. They flashed me thumbs up, approving how I had my women treating them. Their ladies shot the guys dirty looks. I am never doing that to you, one shrill woman hissed. I would be caught dead before I did that let alone in public! The girl with the phone snapped a picture, still thrusting away at the MILF's cunt. The girl's perfect tits heaved as she typed on her phone. I just glanced, said her husband. It's not like I expect you to kneel before me and suck my cock right here and now. The girl tapped her phone and the woman spun around. Did she look younger? And she had been wearing clothes, right? God, her tits were huge. Why don't you expect me to suck your dick, honey. She fell to her knees and pulled out his cock right here and now, nursing on him the way a woman should. The bags he held fell from his fingers and rustled on the ground as he enjoyed his wife or girlfriend's blowjob. Nice. I was glad he was getting his knob polished. My own dick was being buffed clean by my wife's tits. My cock was probably sparkling by now with how tight she squeezed them about me. The silky friction was fabulous, the pressure rising and rising in my nuts. My wife licked my cock over and over as she worked her tits up and down me. I groaned, my head shifting between my sister-in-law's big boobs. The pressure tightened in my nuts. I savored this delight. I was hurtling towards a big burst of pleasure. Fuck, yes, I growled. Just like that. I'm going to cum. All over my face? cooed my wife. Yes! I snarled. Good, she moaned, sliding her tits down my cock. I couldn't last much longer. Her boobs felt too amazing. I groaned as she slid her tits up and down my cock. She engulfed the tip once more. The pressure swelled and swelled. Her boobs slid back down. Her tongue lashed my crown. Make him cum! Vivian groaned. Make Daddy cum. Mmm, I will, Shelly promised, her tits sliding back up my cock. My balls tightened while the guy getting blown groaned. The girl fucking the MILF squealed out her own pleasure. The woman gasped, Your mommy-slut is so happy to make you cum, Mistress! I groaned at that. It was so hot. Incest. Sex slaves. It was perfect. I loved every moment of it, the pressure about to erupt from my balls as my wife slid her tits up to the tip of my cock. She engulfed my dick with her soft tits. Vivian cooed, Cum on her face, Daddy! Cum! Suck that cock, honey! growled the man getting blown groaned. I want to cum! She moaned, her big tits heaving. Let's go have more fun at the mall, Mommy-slut, the gorgeous girl with the phone said and marched off naked, her mother scurrying after holding a dildo dripping in her own pussy cream. Cum on my face, honey! my wife whimpered and licked the tip of my cock. She slid her tits up my cock, engulfing my crown. The pressure burst in my nuts. As she slid her boobs back down, my cum shot up my cock and splashed her face. Spurt after spurt of cum jetted out of me. I groaned, the pleasure slamming through me. Goddamn, yes! I growled as my wife opened her mouth wide to catch the spurting jizz. Most splashed on her lips and cheeks, but some fired right into her open mouth. She groaned, squeezing her tits around my spurting cock. My head tossed between Vivian's soft mammaries. I groaned, the pleasure slamming through me. Fuck, you are such whores! I snarled as I hit the peak of my pleasure. Your whores, my wife moaned, cum dripping off her face onto her tits. I stood up and didn't even have to tell Vivian. The moment I was out of the way, she leaned forward and licked my jizz off her sister's face again. I smiled as the two sluts shared a jizz-filled, incestuous kiss, my body buzzing with the rapture of this moment. Swallow all that cum, honey! the guy groaned, his naked and busty wife gulping down that jizz. Yes! I grinned, my mind coming down from the high. I watched my wife and her sister trading my cum back and forth. They were still bitches but in a new way. An exciting way. A smile spread on my lips as I settled on what to do next. Come on, I groaned. They broke the kiss and stared up at me with such submissive eagerness. Gather up those clothes. We have to take them back. You need different shit. There's a sex shop near here. Collars, corsets, butt plug tails. So many things for my two bitches to wear. Yes, honey, my wife cooed as her sister purred, Mmm, wonderful, Daddy. They followed naked behind me, carrying all that garbage they bought. I would get all my money back then play with them right. I couldn't wait to walk my two eighteen-year-old bitches with their collars snug about their throats and leashes in hand. I would have lots and lots of fun playing with my new pets. To be continued with Clara's next tweet...

Author: mypenname3000 Title: BimboTech Chapter 8: Bimbo Wife DPed Summary: Alice loves nothing more than being DPed while Frank plans a trip to Washington D.C. with his bimbos. Keywords: MF MMF MF bimbo wife inter BMWW oral anal DP exhib Copyright 2016 Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals The fume hood roared as I worked with the chemicals in it. I had an idea for how to make the intelligence serum last longer than an hour. It required just the right combination and percentage of chemicals so the solution didn't burst into a toxic cloud. Hence, the fume hood. I sat on my stool in my private lab in the bowels of BT Chemicals. It was wonderful to have my own lab to do my research. I squirmed on my stool, my busty body jiggling beneath my lab coat, my naked tits swaying against my arms as they worked. The air sucked past me and into the fume hood, an-oven like piece of equipment with a strong fan at the top and an opening, like a narrow, oven door, along the bottom for my hands to stick through. There was a small place to work beneath the fan, including a built in hot plate. Okay, let's see if solution 23 is the one, I said. Yes, Dr. Alice, the hunky baritone of my boytoy, Carmanjelo, said. I shivered. He sounded so strong. He stood nearby, wearing his own white lab coat and nothing else, his yummy, ebony body on display. He was all muscles and hard cock. Such a hard cock. It thrust from him. He was modified with the same chemical as Frank, letting Carmanjelo have all the stamina he needed, but I added the beta-male compound so he was submissive, doing whatever I said. That big, thick, ebony dick made me so wet. I clenched my pussy. I was a bimbo and even with the intelligence serum giving me my normal faculties, my body was aching to fuck. That yummy itch pervaded every inch of me, my cunt always wet, eager to fuck the biggest cocks I could. And none were bigger than Carmanjelo's monster. I loved Frank's dick, and it was a respectable size, but there was something special about a big, Black cock fucking into my pussy, a strong, ebony body pressed against my busty, ivory flesh. It was so naughty, so wonderfully wrong. And made me so wonderfully wet. I hope it'll be a success, Dr. Alice, he said. God, his voice was pure sex. That rumbling baritone promising such relief. My husband didn't mind my boytoys. After all, he had a harem of bimbo wives, and even now was testing the pussy suppository on volunteers, seeing if it would work as a viable a delivery method. If it did, he would be fucking all those bimbos, enjoying their bodies. So if he got to play, it was only fair that I did, too. I dipped my micropipette into Solution 23, depressed the plunger. The micropipette sucked up a controlled amount of the solution, the exact dosage I wanted. I had done my calculations, and this should work. Which is what I thought about the last twenty-two. I brought it over to the intelligence serum in the beaker. I depressed it. The colors reacted, a deep violet blossoming as they mixed. I grabbed a glass stirring rod, stirred the solution until there was an even color. So far, there was no violent reaction producing toxic fumes. That's promising, Dr. Alice, Carmanjelo said. Mmm, it is. My eyes stared at his hard cock bobbing as he wrote on his clipboard. His Black monster pointed right at me. I licked my mouth. Now we wait to make sure the reaction is stable. Of course, he nodded eagerly. He lowered his clipboard, dark eyes staring down at my naked breasts with such hunger. My clit throbbed. My thighs, crossed, squeezed tight, savoring the ache from my nub. Do you have any tasks for me? An experiment, I purred. To see if you can lick my pussy to orgasm. We've done that experiment so many times, Doctor, he grinned, setting down his clipboard on the table. Mmm, but to be a valid experiment, the results must be repeatable. We have to do it over and over to be sure. Diligent science. Uh-huh, I groaned as his strong arms swept up my body with ease. I hooked his neck with my arm, pulling his strong face down. I kissed him hard, hungrily. Heat washed through my body. I buzzed, trembling. I groaned into his kiss, swaying. This was so wild. So hot. He turned me on so much. I was molten. I wanted to melt right now. My pussy dribbling. I shivered, shaking from side to side as he set me down on the lap table. I leaned back, my red hair spilling off my shoulders. My large breasts heaved. They were so perky despite their size, the bimbo serum giving them such pliant shape. It made me into the perfect woman. Dr. Alice, he groaned, his lab coat falling off his dark shoulders. I'm ready to begin the experiment. Yes, I moaned as he parted my thighs, his ebony muscles rippling. Ooh, just devour me. I need it so badly. I've been working hard all morning. I need a break. His strong hands ran up my thighs as he knelt down. He pulled my ass to the edge of the table with ease, his lips kissing at my inner thigh. They were so hot and warm. I shivered, my hands sliding up to my big breasts. I squeezed them. I shook them. My nipples were so hard, aching as his lips kissed closer and closer to my burning cunt. My pussy clenched and relaxed as anticipatory trembles raced through my body. My toes curled. Oh, yes, run your experiment, I moaned as his lips reached the shaved flesh of my vulva. Gladly, he groaned. He took a long lick up my pussy slit. Subject tastes spicy, her juices clear and creamy. Mmm, yes, I moaned, shivering as he licked again. What else do you observe? Her pussy lips are engorged with arousal, the flesh dark. When I part her folds, her inner depths are pink and glistening. I shivered, his fingers holding apart my pussy lips as he leaned in, taking a long lick. And when I touch the subject, she lets out the sexiest moans, her entire body trembling. And why do you think she does that? He grinned at me, lips glistening. Because she's a horny bimbo who needs to cum. Good hypothesis. Let's find out. With a primal growl, he buried his face into my pussy, eager to make me cum. I gasped, shuddered, my ass clenching. I squeezed my tits hard as his tongue dived through the folds of my pussy. He licked and lapped, driving me wild with his hunger. I humped against him, grinding on his delicious face as he flailed through my folds. His tongue was excellent. He ate me with such fever, his dark eyes staring at me with such worship. I squeezed my breasts together, blocking the sight of him as I trembled. My pussy clenched, pleasure building in its depths as I stared at waving nipples. I licked my lips, then pulled my right nipple to my mouth. I engulfed my fat nub, sucked. Pleasure shot through my body. It rippled down to my pussy, churned by his wonderful tongue. I groaned and gasped, humping against him as he devoured me. He lapped and licked through my folds. He drove me wild with his licking. He had me groaning, shivering, shuddering in pure delight. He was amazing. I sucked so hard on my nipple, the nub throbbing in my mouth. His tongue dove deep into my sheath, swirling around, caressing my pussy walls. Then he lapped up to my clit. He flicked it, swirling around the sensitive bud. Shooting pleasure through me. Subject's getting so wet, groaned Carmanjelo. Her body twitching. The pleasure has driven her to suck on her own nipple. I nibbled on my nub, sucking hard. Trembles shook through my body. Evidence shows the subject coming closer and closer to her orgasm, he said, rubbing my clit with his strong finger. He pressed hard, massaging my bud. I squealed around my nipple. He buried his face back into my pussy, lapping hard as he frigged my clit. The sparks shot through me. I bucked, moaning about my fat nub. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked on my nipple, my body shaking, squirming. My orgasm building. I tightened my thighs on his ebony cheeks. I heaved and thrashed, the pleasure growing as he churned my pussy to a froth with his tongue. He was so eager to please me. God, he was such a delicious boytoy. My pussy clenched. Yes! I screamed and came on his face. Rapture exploded from my pussy. It flowed through me. I bucked and shuddered, grinding on his wonderful, licking tongue. Such gorgeous delight burned through me. It had me gasping and moaning out my pleasure. My eyes fluttered. I squeezed my tits. I ground my hips, rubbing against his licking tongue. Wonderful. Stupendous. Amazing. You wonderful boytoy. Yes, yes, yes. That's how you please me! I collapsed back on the table, shivering in delight. Oh, Dr. Alice, it looks like another successful experiment. Uh-huh, I moaned, my body buzzing. My thighs relaxed. He rose, his body so strong and muscular, that monster dick thrusting before me. Mmm, time to do one of my own. And that is, Doctor? How long will it take me to cum on that huge cock? I shivered. On your back. I need to be in control of all the variables. Yes, Dr. Alice. God, I loved that voice. He spread out on the table beside me, his dick thrusting up over his belly, a slight curved to his ebony monster. My pussy clenched in eager anticipation. I slipped out of my lap coast as I sat up. I threw my ivory legs over his dark body, straddling him, grasping his thick shaft. And brought it to the lips of my pussy. I groaned, swabbing his dick up and down my pussy lips. I shivered, anticipating that wonderful moment of penetration. His strong hands seized my hips. For a moment, I thought he would force me down his cock, too eager for my pussy. But he was too submissive to do that. Mmm, yes, I'm ready to begin. Do it, Dr. Alice, he panted. I didn't impale myself down his cock in a single motion, I took my time. I savored his girth stretching apart my snatch. My bimbo-enhanced body shuddered, my large tits jiggling as I took more and more of his huge cock. My pussy walls clung to his girth. The pleasure skirted on the edge of pain as my cunt spread apart, embracing his dick. He speared deeper and deeper in me until my pussy lips pressed into his ticklish pubic hair. Yes, I breathed. Every time, the same surge of pride at taking his huge cock washed through me. I clenched on him. And then I fucked him. Dr. Alice, he groaned, hands squeezing my hips, holding me but not controlling me. Not guiding my hips or sliding me up and down his dick. Despite his huge cock, he wasn't a real man. Just a toy for me to play with. Slide that pussy up and down my cock. Cum on me. Oh, I will, I moaned, my tits shaking. The door opened and my husband walked in wearing his lab coat, looking so sexy. A dashing scientist. He was always in great shape, belying the stereotype of nerds being pasty-faced and overweight. Before becoming a bimbo, I fit that stereotype. Not fucking all your bimbos? I asked. Test are done, He said. I enjoyed them all. And they're off to their new husbands. Our investors and Director Steffen will be very happy with the results. Good, I moaned, sliding my pussy faster and faster up and down the huge, Black dick. My husband stared at me with such lust, watching my big tits bounce, Carmanjelo's hands roaming my pale body. It was so hot as I watched my husband's khaki pants bulge with his hardon. He didn't often watch me with other men. Mmm, there's lube on the counter, I purred. If you want to join us. I could use more fun. And I thought you were working hard, he said, moving to the counter, shrugging out of his lab coat. We're on a break waiting on the sample to finish its reaction, I gasped. I've been working sooooo hard today, Frank. I need this. I can tell, he said. Looks like very hard work. Uh-huh, I moaned, my tits bouncing as I slid up and down Carmanjelo's amazing cock. So hard. But I can handle more. He pulled off his dress shirt, kicked off his shows, and pulled off his slacks and boxers. His dick bounced out hard. It was big, not Carmanjelo big, but well above the curve. And it was my favorite cock because I loved the man it belonged to. I watched him lube his shaft, my pussy body trembling, Carmanjelo groaning as he savored my pussy sliding up and down his girth. Frank watched me with hungry eyes. His cock glistening, he headed to the table. Damn, that is a perfect ass, he groaned as he crawled onto the table behind me. You gave it to me, I moaned, my butt-clenching. Mmm, fuck my ass, Frank. See if your wife can still make you cum after all those bimbos. Oh, I know my wife can make me cum, he laughed, grabbing my hips, forcing me all the way down Carmanjelo's cock. I groaned, squirming, impaled on so much dick as my husband rubbed his hard cock between the cheeks of my butt, ready to plunder me. To make me cum so hard on two different shafts. I groaned as he pressed into my asshole. In a stroke, he was all the way in me, burying with such dominating force. He wasn't a neutered boytoy like my hunky, Black assistant. My back arched, my bowels and pussy clenching down on both their dicks. There was so much in me. So much hard, throbbing dick. Yes! I moaned, Frank's hands seizing my tits, squeezing them. Fuck me! Pound me! Oh, my god, yes! Horny bimbo, he groaned, driving his cock over and over into my asshole. I am, I moaned, squirming, stirring Carmanjelo's cock through my pussy. Give your bimbo wife what she needs! His balls thwacked into my taint, his groin into my butt-cheeks. The staccato sound made me tremble and gasp in delight. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. My fingernails clawed at Carmanjelo's chest as the pleasure burned hotter and hotter. Two wonderfully hard dicks. It was what I needed. My body drank in the pleasure. My pussy slid up and down Carmanjelo's thick, Black shaft while Frank pumped his dick in and out of my bowels, fucking me faster and faster as his excitement built. I groaned, squirmed, swiveled. I gasped, the pleasure building so fast and so hard inside of my depths. My body trembled. My eyes rolled back into my head. Such rapture filled me. It swelled larger and larger, aching to drown me. Consume me. Frank thrust in, driving me down Carmanjelo's dick. So much cock in me. Stretching out my holes. I arched my back into Frank's chest. His lips sucked at my neck. Friction burned through my body, heat bursting from their dicks. Yes, yes, yes, I howled, spasming. Cum in me. Oh, yes. Oh, flood my body. Fill me with your cum. I need it. Give me what I need. You heard her, grunted my husband, driving so hard into my bowels, my pussy spasming on Carmanjelo's dick. Yes, Dr. Jackson, groaned my boytoy. His face contorted. His cock erupted into my spasming, pussy, his Black seed flooding my White, married cunt. The idea alone sent another orgasm bursting through my body. My bowels writhed about my husband's cock. He drove so hard into me. And filled me. Damn, Alice, Frank groaned as he pumped the last blast of cum into me. Why is it exciting sharing you with another man? Because you're a horny pervert like me, I laughed, leaning back into him. Mmm, so why did you stop by? Why... Frank laughed. Right, right, I was distracted. We've been invited to a party. Oh? I shivered as Frank pulled his cock out of my asshole, the tip plopping out. A moment later, his cum leaked out and dribbled down my taint. Whose party? Senator Murphy. She invited us at this fundraiser gala in Washington D.C. Wants to talk business opportunities for BT Chemicals. Oh, wonderful, I groaned, sliding my pussy off Carmanjelo's mighty cock. I slid onto the floor, cum trickling out of both my holes. I shivered and then giggled, my insides feeling so wonderful and gooey, my thoughts drizzled with marshmallowy delight, spreading, making me feel so yummy-wummy. Yay, I love parties. This sounds like it'll be the bestest time! Yes, it does, I said. So we get to go? I asked, jumping with excitement, my big tits bouncing. I loved my big tits. They were so amazeballs. I squeezed them together as my excitement surged through me. Yummy cum leaking out of my pussykitty and asshole. I felt so full. On a plane, Frank said, reaching into the fume hood. He stared at the beaker. Is this ready, Alice? That super-smart, sciency part of me, mostly buried under marshmallowy goodness thought so. Yes, siree! What's it do? It's the super-enhanced version of your intelligence serum. Right! I am so super-smart! I held out my arm. Inject me! Frank filled a syringe with the bright pink chemical. Oh, it was so pretty. He grabbed my arm, stroking my unblemished skin. I never had marks from when I injected myself with the smarty serum. My body was always perfect. You're so smartypants, honey! I giggled. He blinked, bringing the needle to my arm. What? You invented this one, honey. No, how my... Ouch! Cool liquid flowed into my veins. I let out another giggle as it spread up my arm and then to my heart. I let out a wee as it pumped through my heart and shot into my brain. My giggles slowed. I blinked, feeling suddenly so foolish as the bimboness vanished from my thoughts. Well, it's working, I said. I was always embarrassed right after coming back from being an airhead. I said the dumbest things as a bimbo. But I had so much fun. Frank grabbed his phone from his discarded lab coat, swiped and tapped on it a few times as he navigated it. Okay, timer's running. Let's see how long this dosage lasts. I shivered, fell to my knees, and sucked on my husband's cock, cleaning off my sour ass. It was the best way to pass the time. And, hopefully, this version of the intelligence serum would last for hours and hours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals Now boarding First Class Passengers for American Airlines Flight 537 bound for Washington D.C., announced the gate attendant. Is that us? Becca gasped, my blonde, barely legal bimbo wife asked, hopping to her feet. She wore a stretchy dress of bright green, which clashed with her blonde hair. Her big tits bounced and jiggled, drawing more than a few eyes. Yep, I grinned, holding Alice's hand. She had just taken the bimbo serum, which would last more than long enough for the hour-and-a-half flight to the capitol. She had taken it three hours before we left for the airport and it was going strong. Over the last few weeks, she had put it to good use, working hard in the lab to help me refine the pussy suppository bimbo serum delivery method. I wanted to suppository to act faster. We thought we had it figured out how and would hold another round of testing next week. But for the next four days, we were heading to Washington D.C. on a mini-vacation. We were attending Senator Murphy's Gala tomorrow night, then we'd to stay for the weekend and see the sites. My bimbo wives were all excited to come. Janet hopped to her feet in her red dress, followed swiftly by Nicole in her silver dress, Donna giggled in her yellow, while Veronica bounced in her seat wearing a violet dress. They were all the same, made of that stretchy material that clung to their curvaceous bodies, barely covering ass and pussy, their tits about to fall out. Men had been drooling over them since we arrived. It was all I could do to keep my bimbo wives under control. Alice was a big help. She was a bimbo, too, so they looked to her for how to behave. Not to say there weren't a few naughty incidents. My dick was still wet with Veronica's tight pussy. But I could only fit two bimbos in a bathroom stall, and Alice whispered that Becca managed to suck off two guys while I was using the restroom. And I was certain when Janet was pulled out of line for additional screening by the TSA, she was fingered to an orgasm. Okay, I said, let's go. I held our tickets. I had bought out first class on the flight and had plenty of money in case I had to bribe any flight attendantsI had a feeling an-hour-and-a-half flight would be too long for my bimbo wives to stay still. Follow me. Yay, Becca beamed, moving behind me, grabbing my hips. Grab me, Janet. Alice snorted in laughter as she walked beside me. I looked over my shoulders to see a conga line of bimbos forming, Veronica at the rear, looking so excited like she never had flown on a plane before. My cheeks burned as people looked at us. The gate attendant arched an eyebrow. Playboy bunnies? she asked as I handed over the tickets. I shrugged. Something like that. There's a big gala in the capitol. The woman nodded, taking our stubs. Okay, Mr. Jackman, you can head down the walkway. Enjoy your flight. I nodded, leading my women, still conga-lining, onto the plane. The flight attendant, a mousy woman with lank hair and more than a few extra pounds on her hips, blinked at the sight of us. I gave her a tight smile. They're a little rambunctious, but if they cause any problems, I'm sure we can work something out. Rambunctious? she asked as we headed into first class. They're so very excited for the first plane ride. Wow, Donna gasped, sitting down on her plush seat. She bounced, which made her boobs bounce. Oh, we're flying like royalty! Yay! We're the luckiest wives ever. Wives? the flight attendant asked. I gave her a smile as I sat down last beside Alice in the last row of first class seats. There were twelve of them. Put your seat belts on, ladies. Yes, Frank, the bimbos chorused then giggled. They buckled up then dug into the seat pouches for the magazines. I had a good view of Becca's bouncing tits as she sat across the aisle and one row up from me. My dick throbbed. Alice leaned over. You're going to join the mile-high club, aren't you? I nodded my head. Maybe I can breed Donna better with reduced cabin pressure. Donna was crushed when she had her period three days ago. Bimbo periods only lasted a few hours, another advantage of the serum. But its arrival meant I hadn't bred her. Alice and I decided Donna, who was Alice's old supervisor and made her life miserable, was perfect to bear our family's first child. Then she'd be our human cow bimbo wife. The bimbos fidgeted in their seats as the flight attendants went through their preflight safety check. It was hard to get my wives to sit still for five minutes, let alone thirty minutes of boarding and now something so boring. They all had their thighs pressed together, and I was sure Janet was masturbating by the way her head craned back. My dick throbbed. Alice had a naughty smile on her face. The plane taxied to the runway. The flight attendants took their seat after drawing shut the curtain separating first class from the rest of the plane. I nodded my head. Privacy from the rest of the plane was one of the reasons I bought out first class. That and I was tired of flying coach. I liked leg room. Oh, no! Nicole gasped as the plane roared froward. Frank! Relax, I told Nicole. The former police officer looked back at me, her face pale. I gave her a reassuring smile. The plane leaped into the air. I sank down into my seat. Becca threw her arms over her head, let out a whooping sound, and clapped her hands together. The flight attendant sitting in the jump seat leaned out to peer down the aisle at her. I gave her an apologetic shrug. My dick grew harder and harder. Janet moaned louder now, definitely masturbating her pussy. Just knowing her fingers were plunging into her tight, juicy pussy made my dick throb. I wanted to fuck right now. I wanted to join the mile-high club. If I could, I would order Donna to climb onto my cock right now. But no amount of bribing a flight attendant would let me get away with that. I just had to be patient. Yes, yes, yes, Janet moaned, her seat creaking as she fingered herself more. You're so naughty, Donna giggled, sitting beside Janet. Oh, you're going to be in trouble if you're caught. No I won't, groaned Janet. Frank said we couldn't have sex. I'm not. I'm playing with my pussykitty. And she's so wet and squishy and juicy and... Yes! Janet thrashed harder in the seat. The flight attendant's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing dark as Janet's breathy moans echoed through first class. Then she whimpered and went still. She let out a fluttery moan and shifted. Mmm, let me taste, Donna said. Through the gap in the seats before us, I watched Donna grab Janet's hand and pull sticky fingers to her lips. The black-haired bimbo sucked Janet's fingers clean one by one. Damn, when will the fasten seatbelt light turn off, I groaned to Alice. Soon, she giggled. Then you can get so naughty with one of the bimbos in the bathroom. Donna, I groaned. I want her bred. I've only fucked her pussy three times today. Not enough. Here, Alice said then leaned over and ducked down. My eyes widened as she unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and sucked it. Alice, I gasped in shock, my wife's mouth feeling so warm about my cock. What was she doing? If the flight attendant caught us... God, it was hard to worry about that as Alice's mouth sucked so hard on my dick. My aching balls throbbed as her cheeks hollowed. She swirled her tongue about my cock, bobbing faster and faster, hungry, eager for my cum. And I was eager to explode. Once the fasten seatbelt sign went off, the flight attendants would be up and moving. How much longer until then? It didn't take too long for that to happen, right? Maybe fifteen minutes. And how long had it been since take-off? Ten? I grabbed my wife's red hair, sliding her mouth up and down my dick. Her fingers found my balls, massaging them, working my cum to explode into her hungry mouth. She was such a loving wife, making sure my needs were met. I let go of her hair and shoved my hand between her warm thighs. She parted them, inviting me to slide higher. I pushed beneath her stretchy, green dress and found her thong soaked with her juices. I pushed the thin cloth aside and brushed her shaved pussy. She purred on my cock. Damn, you are juicy, Alice, I groaned, hoping the flight attendant didn't realize where my wife's head had gone. I worked my fingers in and out of her twat as she sucked so hard, moaning about my dick. Her pussy clenched on my fingers, burning with her excitement. She squirmed in her chair, the leather creaking as her tongue licked at my crown before she slid her mouth farther down my shaft. Only to suck so hard on the way back up. I groaned again, the pressure building in my balls as she sucked and worshiped my cock. She was so hungry. So naughty. So delicious. I loved it. I groaned again, digging my fingers over and over into her twat. She trembled. The heel of my hand found her clit. I rubbed hard on it, bringing a low moan that vibrated about my dick. It was heaven. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to groan as loud as possible as my dick ached, throbbed. A ding chimed above me. This is the captain. I've turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, but please keep it on while you're sitting. Fuck, I groaned. The flight attendant stood. I churned my fingers faster and faster into my wife's pussy. My balls ached. Alice's thighs squeezed tight on my hand, trapping it as she shuddered. Her pussy writhed about my dick as she orgasmed, moaning about my cock as she sucked. Yes, I groaned, eyes squeezing shut. My cum exploded into Alice's mouth. The flight attendant gasped. She stared at my crotch as I grunted, my cum spurting over and over into my wife's mouth. Alice's pussy writhed about my fingers, juices flowing past my digits. She swallowed my cum with hungry need. Shit, I grunted. Sir! The flight attendant's eyes were so wide. What are you doing? Getting a blowjob, I panted. The woman's eyes were still wild. I fumbled at my pocket with my left hand. I pulled out a wad of hundreds, shoving them at the woman, not caring how much I gave her as the pleasure shot through my body. Don't tell anyone. Her eyes widened as she clenched the handful of bills, maybe four or five. She looked over her shoulder at the curtain separating first class from coach then hissed, Put that away. You can't do that on the plane. At least not in the seats. Yeah, I groaned. Alice popped her mouth off and giggled. Mmm, sorry. I just had to suck my husband's cock. The flight attendant shook her head, cheeks so red. The hundreds vanished into her skirt pocket. She took a deep breath as I zipped up. So, the lavatories are another matter? I asked. So long as you're discreet, she said. It's not...unheard of for people to do...that Join the mile high club? My wife giggled, face flushed. The flight attendant gave a tight nod. I stood up and stretched. Thanks for the information. I pushed by her. She watched me as I stopped by Donna's seat, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. My bimbo wife had a huge grin on her face, her lips shiny with Janet's pussy juices, her tits straining her yellow dress. I thought she was your wife, the flight attendant said, pointing to Alice as I led Donna to the lavatory. Yep, but Donna's our...surrogate. We're tying to have a baby. I'm going to be a mommy! Donna giggled with excitement then cupped her tits. And nurse Frank and Alice and Nicole and Becca and Janet and Veronica with my big udders. The flight attendant's jaw dropped as I pushed Donna into the first class lavatory, my dick throbbing. Oh, the world would change once the bimbo serum hit market. I couldn't wait for planes to be staffed by bimbo flight attendants just there to make sure all their passengers had an amazing, comfortable flight. The door closed and locked behind us. It was tight inside, and Donna wiggled so much. She was gorgeous, like all bimbos, even if she had horrible taste in dresses. The yellow was just so bright and cheery. I grabbed the springy top, pulling it down, her tits bouncing out before me. They were so big and soft, her nipples fat and pink. Delight shone on her round face as I hefted her tits and squeezed them. When they're full of milk, Alice and I are going to suckle from them. Yay! Donna giggled, bouncing and wiggling, such enthusiasm on her face. She was happy as a bimbo. Beside Alice, only Donna had experienced the intelligence serum. She made her choice when she betrayed Veronica and aided us in taking over BT Chemicals. I want to nurse you and have all your babies! I smiled at her, bent down, and sucked on a fat nipple. My cheeks hollowed. I wished the milk streamed out of her. She groaned, shivered, leaning back in the tight space. There was hardly room to move in the narrow lavatory, my hip pressed into the sink. I didn't care. She moaned and shivered as I sucked on her nipples. I went back and forth between them, leaving each shiny. I sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed. I nipped her nipples. I stretched out her large breasts as she moaned her delight, her hands busy playing with her pussy. Her yellow skirt had slid up over her hips, the entire garment bunched around her waist. She stroked her shaved pussy lips, smearing her juices across her pudenda and thighs as she took turns fingering her snatch with each hand. Oh, so juicy, she moaned. Oh, Frank, you need to feel how juicy I am with your big cock. Mmm, I have the bestest juicy pussy. I popped my mouth off her nipple, grinning at her. Oh, do you? Yeppers, she nodded, an almost serious look on her face ruined by her tongue thrust cutely out the side of her mouth. I was a super smart sciency person, too. I know things. And I know my pussy is the bestest juicy pussy. I did expearments. Expearments? I asked. I shoved a pear into my pussy and measured how much juiciness coated it, she said. Very scientific. A real pear. I could shove it all in my pussy, not just the narrowy top part. As she spoke, her hands deftly undid my jeans and pulled out my cock. I was still hard, my dick still wet from Alice's mouth. I groaned as she brought me to her pussy. I stared into her eyes, her hot folds rubbing on my tip. You do feel juicy. Expearments never lie. Everyone knows that pears are the bestest sciency fruits. Of course, I groaned as her juicy pussy sank around my cock. But did you test the other bimbos with the pears? She blinked. No. Then how do you know? I asked, pleasure racing up my cock as I sank deeper and deeper into her fertile pussy. Maybe Becca has a juicier pussy. Oh, no, she gasped. When we get home, I'll have to run more expearments! Yes, I groaned, drawing back my hips, my cock aching in her juicy depths. You have to be thorough. We'll record it for posterity. Post-post-postery? she blinked, stumbling on the big word. Means make a movie, I groaned, thrusting into her cunt, the friction of her tight sheath sending pleasure rippling through my body. Yes, yes, yes, she gasped. We can get Mr. Director back and make another movie! That was so fun. I'm an actoress now! Yes, an actress, I panted, thrusting my cock so hard into her pussy. Damn, Donna. You're so wet. You're eager to be bred, aren't you. So eager! Breed me, Frank! Breed my naughty pussy. I want to be preggers so badly! I'll be the bestest preggers bimbo! You will, I groaned, pounding her, pressing her against the lavatory wall. I nuzzled at her neck, her black hair brushing my face. Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick as I reamed her. I grunted, my balls thwacking into her flesh. It was so hot fucking her on the airplane. Her pussy clenched on me while outside I knew the flight attendant could hear every word. And the bimbos. I hoped Alice was keeping them under control. After I was done, she would have her pick of bimbos to take into the lavatory and fuck. It was only fair to take turns. I sucked on Donna's neck as her exquisite pussy clenched about my dick. A pussy I had improved. My formula had made Donna into this sex-made vixen. This horny bimbo that was eager to be bred by my cock. Oh, yes, Frank, she gasped, her pussy clenching on my cock. Oh, fuck me, Frank. Oh, you're so wonderful. So naughty. Mmm, yes! Pound my pussy! Make me preggers! Breed me! Her words echoed through the small space. Her pussy spasmed about my cock as she came fast and hard. I groaned, savoring the clenching flesh eager for my cum. She wanted to be bred by me. To be pregnant. I bet she would be so sexy with a round belly. I groaned, my body shivering as I drove so hard into her pussy. My balls thwacked into her clit as she thrashed. Her tits pressed into my chest. She hugged me tight, moaning my name, begging for my cum over and over. Going to flood you with baby-making spunk, I groaned in her ear. Going to breed your bimbo cunt! Yes, yes, Preggers! she howled. Do it. Cum in me! I need it, Frank. I want to be your pregger bimbo wife and have the bestest juicy pussy! Yes, I groaned, driving hard into her pussy. Her massaging flesh sent rippling pleasure to my balls. The pressure swelled. Donna! I drove into my wife. My cum erupted into her fertile depths. She wasn't on the pill. No birth control would stop my sperm from finding her egg. Maybe not today, but I would breed her one day. She would be pregnant with my child. I drew back, my body shivering as the powerful blasts of pleasure shot through my body. I groaned, my back arching. My balls spewed blast after blast of cum into her depths. Behind me, someone knocked on the door. Sir, sir, your other women, the flight attendant said as I growled my ecstasy and bred my bimbo wife. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals Another giggle escaped my lips as Frank took Donna into the lavatory. What a funny word, lavatory. It was a bathroom. Why didn't they call it that? I blinked, shaking my head. I felt so hot. My thoughts were all...gooey. I felt so warm and bubbly and I just wanted to fuck. I wanted to strip naked and have a nice, hard dick slide into my pussykitty. She was so hungry. She loved yummy, creamy... Oh, fuck, I groaned, shaking my head. Bimboness was invading my thoughts. I had felt a giddy thrill as the plane climbed to altitude. I just thought it was the exhilaration of riding on a plane. It made me so excited that I did something as stupid as suck Frank's cock. We were lucky he bribed the flight attendant. And now... I giggled again. My body felt so hot. My pussy was on fire. I needed a cock to feed my pussykitty. She needed to be petted and have lots of yummy-wummy cream and... No, no, no. My heart raced faster. I took the enhanced intelligent serum. I shouldn't be reverting to bimboness right now. And, if I was, why wasn't it happening immediately? When the serum ran out, it was a pretty fast transition into... Oh, my pussykitty is so hungry. I stood up, juices dripping down my thighs. I had to stop myself. I couldn't give into my bimboness. Not with Frank in the lavatory fucking Donna. I could hear them moan. The flight attendant gave the lavatory door strange looks, her cheeks crimson. I gave her a big, happy smile. I wanted to make her feel good. To pet her pussykitty. I bet it needed to be stroked as much as... Shit, I groaned, gripping the seat. A dizzy wave washed through me. The tide of marshmallowy, yummy delight rose in my mind. What was going wrong? What had happened to the serum? It was like my body was reacting... I groaned in realization. The altitude. What if the intelligence serum didn't work at the cabin pressure commercial airliners maintained? It could cause problems in people, like air bubbles to form in veins causing a thrombosis sometimes if people didn't move around. Something like that was happening in my brain and... I giggled. A Black cock is what my pussykitty needs. Excuse me, ma'am? the flight attendant said, Frank moaning louder in the bathroom. He was feeding Donna's pussykitty lots of cream. But there were no sexy Black men in first class. Just the bimbo wives. They were all squirming, their pussykitties getting hot, too. I turned and pushed through the curtains to the back of the plane. My eyes widened as I stared down the aisle. There were so many people. And some of them were Black. I clapped for joy, my eyes flicking around for the perfect man to feed my pussykitty. I strode down the aisle, everyone who was awake staring at my big, bouncy breasts and my yummy legs. They knew I was the hottest, bestest bimbo on this plane. I spotted the Black man, his eyes staring at me, his head shaved bald, his lips thick and strong. He was so broad shouldered, like one of those footbally players. The big ones who do all the tackling. Oh, he could tackle me and ram his big, Black dick into my pussykitty. Hi, I giggled at him, leaning over. Want to feed my pussykitty some yummy cream? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc. I stared out the windows of my office located in Washington D.C. The Capitol Building lit up at night, the white marble glowing. The mall blazed with light before it. There was such power here. It was why I headquartered my company right in the heart of it. I wanted it. My company would be the strongest in the world. And that disgusting Frank Jackman's bimbo serum was the key. My office door opened. I didn't look away. I knew who it was. Is everything ready? It is, came the rumbling baritone of RichardI refused to call him Dick like everyone elseMiller. You sure you want to do this, Ms. Savage? Yes, I answered, a smile creeping across my lips. Everything would change at tomorrow's gala. If my scientist couldn't reverse engineer the bimbo serum, then I would use a more direct method to gain the secret. And Richard Miller had all the skills to pull it off. My Chief of Security was ex-Delta Force. The man had skill. I hated relying on one, but men were perfect for any dangerous and violent task. It really was the only thing they were good for. That and their sperm. Pity biology was so...uncreative. Do not fail, Richard. Have I ever failed, Ms. Savage? I smiled as he left the room. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night's gala. Annalee, lick my pussy. To be continued...

Author: mypenname3000 Title: BimboTech Chapter 4: Bimbo Wife's Special Ass Summary: Frank convinces a married bimbo that her ass is special and every man, but her husband, has to fuck it while Ms. Savage seeks out a powerful ally to stop Frank and the bimbo serum. Keywords: MF MFF bimbo bodymod voy oral spank exhib wife cheat anal A2M Copyright 2016 Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals I think that should cover it, my husband said as he finished writing out the check. He tore it free and handed it to Mr. Peterson, the nice manager of the Lucky grocery store. His fly was still open, Natasha licking at his half-hard cock. Natasha was a new bimbo. I improvised her today, turning her from a doughty woman into a sexy, hot woman that understood just how yummy and wonderful sex was, like hot fudge drizzled all over your sundae. It made everything better. She had caught Janet and me testing cucumber ripeness in the produce section. She didn't understand how important it was to stick in your pussy to check. Silly woman. Now she did. Fuck, Mr. Peterson said, taking the check from my handsome and sexy husband. Frank was a super smart sciency person who had invented the bimbo formula and improvised Janet and Natasha and me. And all our other wives. He was the bestest man and husband in the world. That's...generous, Mr. Jackman. I know, Frank said. And not a word about Natasha. Yeah, the man nodded, looking down at his employee loving his cock. Oh, isn't that just sexy? Janet whispered. My bestest friend and wife sat beside me on the desk. Like me, her stretchy dress was bunched around her waist, leaving her naked, her big tits heaving, her long, sleek legs swinging. My big boob brushed hers, making me giggle. It is sexy, I purred, licking my lips. Just like your big boobies. Frank shook his head, muttering, Horny bimbos. We were always horny. Our pussies were always in need of being stroked, petted, and kissed. They hungered for big, thick cocks to fill them with yummy cream. It was hard to think about anything but fucking with marshmallowy goodness drizzled all over my thoughts, covering all the super smart sciency parts of me. That part of me knew I was in trouble, though I couldn't remember why. Our nipples are kissing, Alice, Janet giggled after turning her shoulders. Both our fat nubs, mine pale pink and hers dusky pink, nudged. Her breasts were so soft and even bigger than my lush pair. Tingles rippled out of my nub, shooting down to my pussy. Makes my pussykitty purr. What doesn't, Alice? Frank asked as he pulled out a syringe. I recognized it. The intelligence serum. He needed to speak to the real me. The super smart sciency me. I invented the serum because Frank missed the old me. Not that he didn't love bimbo me. He did so much. His cum leaked out of my pussy right now, so yummy and gooey and I gasped. The needle slid into my thigh. The cool serum pumped into my veins. I blinked. The marshmallowy goodness melted from my brain. he goopiness poured down my mind, running off as it turned into a gooey mess. Everything grew sharper, more into focus. I shuddered, shaking my head and... Oh, fuck, I said, glancing at Natasha as she knelt on the ground, the stupid bimbo still licking at the perverted manager's cock. Why did I have a bimbo serum on me? I was wondering the same thing, my husband said, leaning back against the desk. Your little trip cost us $2000. An expensive shopping trip, I winced, remembering the fun I had. Then I remembered driving here. I hadn't obeyed any traffic situation. That wasn't good. We can't let bimbos drive, Frank. I could have gotten myself killed. But you were such a best driver, Janet gasped, still rubbing her nipple against mine. That felt nice, my well-fucked pussy aching. Just because I had my normal intelligence back didn't stop me from being as horny as any bimbo. Everyone waved to you and honked their horns. Yeah, waved with their middle fingers. That's hardly the problem, Frank grunted. What do we do about Natasha? Is she married? I asked the manager, a new hardon already swelling his dick as Natasha licked him. What? the man groaned, savoring his employee's tongue. Then he blinked, realizing what I asked. Yeah. I bet we can convince the husband this is fine, Frank said. What did she look like before? A muffin, giggled Janet. A big, soft muffin. Now she's a sexy bimbo. Just like me. Alice improved her. At least she can say it right. Improvised? Bimbo-me was an idiot. But a fun one. Call her husband, Frank growled at the manager. Right now. Tell him he has to come and pick up his wife. I'll explain it to him. How is this even possible? groaned the manager, Natasha sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing. She really wanted to please her boss. And that made my pussy even wetter. I squirmed, Frank's cum trickling out of me. It's possible because my husband is a genius. Frank looked at me, smiling. His hand brushed mine. Our fingers played together. You helped. I couldn't have done it without you. He claimed my lips in a kiss. Though we had our bimbo wives, really more sex slaves than anything, Frank still loved me. He didn't mind that I had my fun outside our marriage. He certainly had more pussy than he could handle. So he couldn't begrudge me my boy toys, like hunky Carmanjelo, my assistant at work. I stole him from Veronica, not that she minded now that she was our bimbo. Frank broke the kiss And you've been bad. Injecting Natasha, going out shopping as a bimbo, having sex in public. You're lucky the police weren't called. I winced. You have to spank her, Janet said, her boobs shaking. And me, too. I was bad with her. Yes, you both were, Frank grinned. Alice, over my lap right now. I shuddered. Even though you could argue I couldn't be held responsible for my actions as a bimboI was just too much of an airhead without the intelligence serumI didn't want to miss out on my spanking. I loved them. I had been so repressed before my transformation. I had all these desires I was too scared to act on. Whether with my husband or with other men. And even women. And then I injected myself with that serum and was liberated. Every woman in the world deserved the option even with the side-effects. I knew they would all be so happy. Yes, honey, I was soooo bad, I purred. I fucked a Black man in the middle of the store. He was teaching her how to check for cucumber firmness, Janet added. He played with my tits, I groaned. To recognize how melons should feel. Frank shook his head. Yes, you have been naughty, Alice. So spank me, I groaned. I stretched over Frank's lap as he knelt on the desk. In the background, the manager grunted and groaned as the married bimbo sucked his cock, bobbing up and down, suckling with such hunger. The bimbo wanted all that cum, not caring about her marriage, just so horny and biddable. I loved it. I wiggled my naked ass at Frank, more of his cum leaking out. I bet there was some of that hung Black man's cum in there. Kent had fucked me so hard. I loved big, Black dick. My husband had a big cock, and he knew how to make me cum, but Black men made me so wet. I was so bad. You fucking in the store, injecting poor Natasha. Punish me. Damn, you know how to keep your women in check, panted Mr. Peterson. Shit, maybe you could help my wife out. It'll be out on the market in a few months, Frank grinned, his strong hand running over my ass. The Venus Serum from BT Chemical. It'll improve any woman. Make her just like Natasha. Shit, the man groaned, his hand sliding through Natasha's brown hair. Oh, fuck, that's amazing. It is, I groaned, wiggling my ass. I needed to be punished. I was such a bad wife. Frank's hand cracked down hard. The stinging slap echoed through the room. My cum-filled pussy clenched as the heat shot through me. I groaned, writhing on his lap, feeling his hard cock beneath my stomach. I savored his girth. He was hard, excited. He wanted to fuck me. And I wanted to fuck him. I savored the heat, my nipples throbbing. They rubbed against the smooth surface of the manager's desk. As I squirmed, they slid across the surface, adding another bit of delight to my excitement. Frank's hand came down again, the loud slap echoing through the room. Oh, yes. I was soooo bad, I moaned. Punish me. Shit, groaned the manager, his hips thrusting forward, fucking his cock down Natasha's throat. So bad, Janet said, and then her hand slapped down on my ass. Not as hard as Frank's, but I savored it, too. Yes, Frank groaned. Spank her again. Janet giggled, and her hand cracked down on my other butt-cheek. Ooh, I made your butt look so pretty. I marked you. Ooh, it sent a naughty tingle through my pussy. I'm so wet. Can you fuck me, Frank? You fucked Alice. And I need my vitamins. I will, Frank groaned and spanked me again. I savored the heat burning my ass and the eyes watching my flesh. The manager stared at me as he fucked Natasha's face. His balls thwacked over and over into her chin. He gripped her brown hair in his tight fists as he used his bimbo employee. Crack! I groaned, bucking. I was so glad the manager was seeing that I was punished. I was so bad today, so naughty. I shouldn't have gone out. I definitely shouldn't have driven. I probably shouldn't have injected Natasha. I savored the heat. My pussy dripped more and more, growing hotter and hotter. My thighs spread open. Hands touched me. Janet's. She stroked my cunt as Frank cracked his hand down again, the stinging slap echoing through the room. Oh, so much cum is spilling out of you, moaned Janet. Frank's cum. There are vitamins in your pussy. The bimbo buried her face between my thighs, licking at my cunt as Frank slapped his hand down again. My legs spread wide open, the right falling off the table. My pussy lips parted as Janet's tongue darted into my cunt, swirling around, lapping up Frank's and Kent's combined jizz. My husband and the hunky, Black man I fucked behind his back. Jesus fucking Christ, spluttered the manager. His face twisted in pleasure. Holy shit. Drink my cum, slut. Drink it all down. Yes, Frank groaned as he cracked his hand down again. My ass burned with aching pain. My pussy clenched. And then Janet's licking tongue soothed away any ache. She shoved it deep into my pussy, moaning as she searched for every drop of cum that she could find, believing it to hold special vitamins to keep her hot and sexy. Natasha gulped the manager's cum down with noisy swallows. Her ass wiggled as she drank them. Then she popped her mouth off and let out the most satisfied sigh in the world, licking her lips, savoring her boss's cum. Do you feel better now, Mr. Peterson? she panted. So much better, the manager groaned. Shit, I have to call your husband. He walked out of the office, shaking his head. Yay! cheered Natasha. Pete'll love my big boobies. She turned around. Don't you just love them? Fuck, yes, I do, Frank groaned as he stared at the bimbo's breasts cupped in her hands. He's so hard for you, I moaned, squirming, my orgasm building. Between the thrill of being watched, the pain of being spanked, and the delight of Janet's tongue, I was coming closer and closer to exploding. He needs you to help you. He needs that married ass. Damn, I love you, Frank groaned. My ass? Natasha frowned. She craned her head, trying to look over her shoulder at her ass. As she did, she turned around in circles on the ground, her cute ass wiggling as she worked her knees. Really? You have a special ass, I panted, Frank's hand squeezing mind. Sharp pain shot through me. My pussy clenched on Janet's wonderful tongue. Men have to fuck your ass. When they do, they'll feel amazing. You'll really help them out because your ass is what they need. Wow? Natasha said, still turning, still craning her head in a vain attempt to see her own ass. I didn't know. Alice is a super smart sciency person, Janet moaned between licks. Her and Frank both. They're amazing! Yes, Frank groaned, his finger dipping between my butt-cheeks. You are amazing, Alice, even if you were so naughty today. I groaned as his finger probed into my asshole. I squirmed on his lap, humping against Janet's mouth. Her tongue probed so deep into my pussy. She stirred me up. My eyes rolled back into my head as her tongue caressed my inner sheath. Her chin nudged my clit. I came. Janet, you wonderful woman, I moaned, bucking on Frank's hardon. He groaned, his finger probing my spasming ass as my pussy clenched and writhed. Juices squirted out of my cunt, splashing into Janet's hungry mouth. She moaned her delight, gulping down my cream. Her touch stirred through me, keeping me gasping and moaning, spasming on my husband's lap. I heaved and thrashed. My entire body went rigid for a moment. And then I relaxed into a puddle of delicious bliss. I breathed out my nose, wiggling on his lap. Janet licked at the outside of my folds, teasing my now-sensitive labia while Frank popped his finger out of his asshole. I heard him suck on it. I have to fuck that ass, Frank groaned. Only fair, I purred. I made her into a bimbo. You should get to enjoy her once before her husband picks her up. Yes, yes, with my special ass, Natasha said. Oooh, I just can't see it. Does it glow? I rolled my eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals Yes, yes, fuck my special ass, Natasha moaned, wiggling her married rear at me. Juices trickled down her thighs, her pussy gleaming. I grabbed her bubbly ass. It was so plump and perfect. On the table, Janet squealed, humping against Alice's devouring mouth. I glanced at Janet, her black hair flying and huge tits heaving. She leaned back on her elbows on the desk, legs locked about Alice's face, red hair spilled about sleek thighs. Please, please, use my special ass, begged Natasha. Now you have to keep this a secret, I told her. If your husband ever finds out your ass is special, all the magic goes away. Oh, no. That's like in a fairy story. Yep, a fairy tale. I pressed my cock, dripping with Alice's cunt, against her asshole. I shoved it in a few times to get nice and wet for Natasha. And you wouldn't want that to happen. Like Cinderella at midnight. It'll go away. Poof. No, she moaned. I don't want that. I love having a special ass. Good, I grunted and thrust my cock into the bimbo's married asshole. And damn it if wasn't a tight, sucking hole. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. I groaned as I pressed forward. My cock slid deeper and deeper into her asshole, embraced by her tight bowels. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as my dick slid deeper and deeper. She was married and letting me fuck her asshole. Her husband would have no idea I had fucked her ass. He never had this tight treat. I could tell I was breaking in virgin territory as I pushed harder, sliding deeper. Oh, yes, groaned the bimbo, her bowels clenching down hot on my dick. Oh, yes, can you feel how special-wecial my ass is? So special, I groaned. You love it. Your special ass makes you crave this sensation. Every man you meet you'll want to treat this to. But not your husband. No, then I'll lose it, she gasped as I bottomed out in her. I don't ever want to lose my special-wecial ass! No, I grunted, savoring her bowels. You're an anal slut now. Yes! Yes! Anal slut! Oh, yes! I love it. Oh, the special-wecial feelings are bleeding into my pussy. Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock! Oh, you're so amazing! Oh, this is so sugary and yummy! I need you to fuck me! I need you to pump in me! I'm so hot! So I fucked the married bimbo's slut hard. I drew back my cock, groaning at how tight her asshole was. Then I thrust into her depths. The friction caressed my cock's head as my wife's juices lubed the way into Natasha's bowels. She groaned as I bottomed out, her hips wiggling, her brown hair flying. That gorgeous face, lips so plump, looked at me over her shoulder, eyes so wide with delight. She rocked back and forth, fucking her asshole up and down my cock. Yes, yes, yes, fuck my special-wecial ass! Such a hot, tight ass, you married slut! You're a bimbo whore! Just a slave to your anal pleasures. I love them! she moaned, rocking back faster and harder, our flesh slapping together. Her new, curvy bubble-butt bouncing and rippling with each stroke. I caressed up and down her sides, her skin silky smooth, as my balls thwacked over and over into her taint. I pounded her hard, reaming her asshole, grunting with every thrust. It was such heaven in her asshole. Behind me, Alice and Janet moaned and writhed as they sixty-nined. Their sweet passion spurring me on to pound her married cunt, my balls boiling with a fresh load of cum to squirt into her asshole. When her husband arrived, she would be swimming with my cum. And he would have no fucking idea. You're just a nasty, married slut! An anal whore! I grunted as I pounded her. She loved it. Yes, yes, yes! Married slut! Anal whore! Keep fucking my special-wecial ass! You're making me feel all sugary inside. Yummy, powdery sugar coating everything! Oh, yes! Oh, oh! I'm cumming! Her bowels writhed about my dick. The anal slut came just from having her ass reamed, believing it to be the best thing she had ever felt. I grunted, realizing just how powerful the serum was, how it shaped the bimbo's minds. And turned her into a slut. Soon, there would be so may bimbos around, eager to fuck their men, to cum over and over, their hot bodies needing satiating. Men would pay fortunes for this. Alice and I would be so rich. My hips stroked faster and faster. Yes, yes, yes, you nasty, anal slut! Cum on my cock! Milk it with that glorious ass. Cum in her ass, Janet moaned. Oh, do it, Frank! Give it to her! She has a special-wecial ass! Yes, Alice moaned, her voice throaty with pleasure. Was she cumming? Maybe. Yes, yes, yes, cum in the slut's ass. She's married, and you're fucking the bimbo's asshole. So hard, Alice, I grunted, my hands squeezing Natasha's hips. Yes, yes, cum in my asshole, the bimbo squeaked as she thrashed, her bowels throbbing so hot. I groaned, slamming into her depths. The friction shot down to my bowels. I grunted as my cum exploded out of me. Blast after blast of spunk basted her married asshole. The first ever load of jizz to dirty her ass. But not the last. Oh, no, she would give this treat to every man but her husband. My orgasm surged harder, the cum exploding with powerful blasts. I groaned through grit teeth as it peaked in me. And then I leaned back, my cock popping out of her asshole. Her brown sphincter gaped open for a second, revealing her pink depths swimming with my jizz. And then it clamped tight, still not broken in as much as it would be. I turned around and found Janet kneeling before me, her face stained in pussy juices. She didn't hesitate to suck my dirty cock into her mouth. It was covered with Natasha's anal musk, and my bimbo wife only moaned her delight. I whispered to her to clean your dick off, grinned Alice as she stood up. She adjusted her stretchy dress to cover her breasts and hips. I'll go get Natasha cleaned up and presentable for her husband. Enjoy. You are the best wife, I groaned, my dick, still hard thanks to Alice's formula, throbbing in Janet's bimbo mouth. Alice kissed me, her lips coated in tart musk. I kissed my wife hard while Janet tried to suck the cum out of my balls. I groaned into the kiss, my entire body shaking, the tip of my dick still sensitive from my orgasm. And Janet's tongue caressed it. I broke the kiss, Fuck, Janet, you are hungry for my cum. You don't care at all that my dick was in Natasha's asshole. She mumbled about my cock. I think she said, Your cock taste the bestest. That's a good bimbo, I groaned, stroking Janet's black hair. I didn't love my other wives the same way I loved Alice, but I still cared for them. I wanted them to be happy, and I could see in Janet's blue eyes that she was very happy right now, her hips shifting, her pillowy breasts rubbing on my thighs. Come on, Natasha, Alice said. Let's get you cleaned up for your husband. You smell of pussy and sex. It's so splendor! Natasha giggled. Did you see? He fucked my special-wecial ass! I came so hard. You did. But remember, your husband can never know or you'll lose it. Natasha gasped, Oh, no. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to dye. Yep, you'll be dyed the ugliest color if you break it. Dyed? What the fuck was Alice talking about? And then Janet's tongue swiped across the crown of my dick, and I didn't care. I groaned, trembling, savoring her sucking mouth cleaning off all of Natasha's ass. Janet's hands gripped my balls, massaging them while her cheeks hollowed. And you're just a cock-sucking, cum-hungry slut, I groaned. My slutty bimbo wife. She purred and sucked louder. She bobbed and loved my cock. I groaned. My body shuddering and shaking as she slurped and loved my dick. She wanted to clean off every trace of Natasha's sour musk from my dick. She was such a slutty, loving bimbo. My hands gripped her black hair. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. She bobbed harder, faster. Sucking with such hungry intensity. Her fingers massaged my balls gently, working out the next load of cum already produced and ready to fire. Mmm, you want my jizz, huh? Full of all those yummy vitamins you crave. Janet moaned and nodded her head, cheeks hollowing from the force of her sucking. You're such a beautiful bimbo. So sexy with your big tits and pouty lips. Love you, Janet. Those words cascaded emotion across her face. Such joy burst in her eyes. My bimbo wife beamed around my cock. Her tongue swirled, showing me how she cared for me without speaking, making my entire dick ache and throb in her mouth, her hands massaging my balls. I stroked her black hair, smiling at her. She was far happier than as that asshole Ryan's husband. I left the beta-cuckold out at the limo parked before the grocery store while I was inside, savoring his wife's mouth on my dick. He had cheated on her, was about to leave her, and wanted to abuse the bimbo serum I invented. And that pissed off Alice. I'm going to give you so much cum, I groaned. You're just such a good wife, even if you were naughty with Alice. I should spank you, too, when we get home. She moaned about my dick, bobbing, taking more and more. I groaned, feeling the back of her throat. Then she swallowed it with the practice ease of a bimbo, working her lips farther and farther down my dick until her lips was buried in my dark pubic hair. God, that was great. Just amazing feeling her throat massaging my dick. She swallowed, and I shivered. My eyes fluttered. She was an amazing woman. So sweet and loving, and had such delicious tits. The door opened. The manager walked back in. Jesus, do you ever stop? I grinned at him. Bimbos need a lot of loving. I thought you'd be drained by now. I can't believe I came twice in Natasha's mouth. Shit, I feel young. He paused. You have another chemical, don't you? Like super Viagra. I winked at him, my balls aching, throbbing. The feel of Janet's throat wrapped so tight about my cock made me shudder. My fingers tightened in her hair. I let out a grunt and then exploded down her throat. Blast after blast of cum shot down her throat, straight into her stomach. She shuddered, her nipples so hard on my thighs as she moaned her delight, receiving her daily dose of medicine. I groaned, swaying, gripping her hair tight as the pleasure boiled through me. Janet, you naughty slut, you know how to suck my cock. You did so good. I let go of her hair. She gurgled as she slid my cock out of her throat. Saliva dribbled down her chin. I'm so glad. I made your cock feel all gooder and better. And you poured so much yummy cum into my belly. She rubbed her stomach, her big tits jiggling. Mmm, yes. I pulled up my pants. Fix your dress, Janet. Natasha's husband is coming. She looked around, eyes wide. Oh, is he? Is he fucking Natasha right now? No, not that cumming. He's going to be here soon. Cover your body. I'm tired of other men looking at my wife. She let out a pleased giggle and pulled up her blue, stretchy dress, covering those tits. The manager let out a groan of disappointment. I couldn't blame himJanet had a pair of ripe, perfect breasts. So huge yet so perky. They defied anything nature could produce. Or plastic surgery. Janet hopped to her feet just as Alice and Natasha returned, the new bimbo wearing a white smock like a butcher might wear, the front struggling to surround her big tits. Natasha giggled at Frank then at the manager. You need to try my special-wecial ass, Mr. Peterson, she beamed. Later, Alice said. Your husband will be here soon. Remember what we talked about. Natasha's vapid face put on what approximated a serious look as she nodded. I do, Alice. I won't forget. It's super-duper important. Then she glanced at Mr. Peterson. My ass is special-wecial. I'll show you next time I come in for work. Yeah, the manager groaned, swallowing. Shit, this can't be real. It is, Frank said. And remember, discretion or you won't get a free sample of the serum for your wife. If this gets out on the news... Yeah, the man groaned and moved around his desk, sinking down. Alice moved up to me, her breasts almost spilling out of her dress. It was her favorite style. She almost didn't wear another variety. It was so easy to pull down and up, baring her body to have fun. And even clothed, she might as well not be. Smart, she whispered. And what about Natasha's husband? Bribery. A little white lie. I winked at her. Alice's green eyes widened. A placebo? I nodded my head. A knock rapped the door a few minutes later. I was just starting to grow impatient and having ideas about using Natasha's special-wecial ass again, adding another load of cum to her tight rectum, when the door opened and a man who could only be described as white-trash entered. Pete, Natasha's husband, had a scraggly beard covering his cheeks, chin, and neck, his hair greasy and unkempt. He was a little overweight in ragged jeans and a stained wife-beater Despite the early hour, I could smell beer on his breath, his eyes bloodshot. What's this 'bout my wife being in an accident? he grunted, looking around, leering at my wives. Pete! Natasha squealed, darting forward. His eyes widened as his wife bounded up. He stared at her face then down at her body. Natasha's smock had opened up, revealing her lush curves to her husband. Pete's jaw dropped. He blinked his bleary eyes. Natasha, is that you? His words hoarse. It is, she giggled. Do you like my new boobies? Alice improvised me! I improved you, Alice said, her cheeks tinging pink. And that's the accident. You did this? Pete asked. Don't you like it? Natasha asked, a catch of uncertainty in her voice. Well, damn, honey, of course I do. You look like a fucking supermodel. And them titties. Holy shit, what is this? I'm Dr. Frank Jackman, I said. And this is my wife, Dr. Alice Jackman. We're chemist who invented a serum that enhances women's beauty. I'm a bimbo, squealed Natasha, bouncing happily. Look at my titties. I'm looking, groaned Pete, staring at those tits. Damn those are nice tatas. Now it has a few side-effects, Alice said. You'll notice a personality change and an increased libido in your wife. A what? She'll be an airhead and horny, I told him. So long as she takes the treatments. Which we will provide for free. She has to take it every morning. We'll drop off the chemical at your house this afternoon. So long as you keep your mouth shut, she'll get her treatments. And if I talk, she'll go back to being fat? No, Natasha gasped. I don't want to be fat again. I'm beeeuitiful now! Yes, you are, Pete groaned. Holy shit, you are. And I'll I got to do is keep my mouth shut? I nodded. Well, we got a fuckin' deal. Shit, look at her. Pure lust burned on his face. I wouldn't give this up for a gold-plated lawnmower. Sure as shit, I wouldn't. He seized his wife, pulling her close. Come on, Honey, I'm taking you home and fucking you hard. Yay! she giggled. I'm so horny. I need you to fuck me so hard! And then they were gone. The manager provided me their home address to send the shipments of saline for her treatments. That guy wouldn't want to give up his bimbo wife, so it shouldn't get out before we're ready for marketing. All we needed was a bad PR campaign tanking the project. Well, shall we? I asked Alice. We have the day to relax before the party. And, I think, Janet needs to be spanked for letting you get away with all your naughty fun. Alice laughed and took my arm. I think so. She was as naughty as I was. Janet took my other arm, a big smile on her face. The manager only shook his head in envy as I left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc. Don't masturbate your cunt right now, you filthy whore, I snapped at my bimbo sex slave. Annalee Burrell gave me such a vapid, horny, passionate look. Her face was perfect. The best plastic surgeons in the world couldn't have given her such beauty, plump lips, soft cheekbones, wide eyes. When combined with her large tits almost spilling out of the halter top she wore and her long, killer legs, Annalee exuded sex. It bled out of her, wreathing the air, making my pussy so wet. I wanted to violate her again like I did on the limo ride over here. Just hearing her gasp and moan as I fucked the biggest dildo I had into her cunt made me explode. I still buzzed from my orgasm. But my pussy is soooo hot and wet, Mistress, Annalee said, her eyes devoid of all thought, only idiot lusts remained. And it was so sweet. My bitterest rival at my company, Femme Allure, was now my sex slave. Annalee had been with me from college, one of my friends that helped me create my cosmetics company. But she always thought she was smarter than me. When my company climbed higher and higher into the business world, joining the ranks of the Fortune 500, it was despite Annalee's constant attacks, constant attempts to wrest control of the company from me. And then I injected her with the bimbo serum. Frank Jackman maybe a disgusting, filthy, pig of a man for making it and his wife was a traitor to women for helping him, but this serum was remarkable. In my hands, given out to the right womennarrow-minded shrews, those women who still clung to antiquated ideals that they were men's lessers instead of their bettersit would revolutionize the world. A true feminist revolution. I couldn't wait until my home was filled with the empty headed bimbos, all eager to lick my pussy and please me. I wanted them all straight, and the more religious the better. Married girls who had only ever let one man fuck them, probably only in the missionary position, were what I craved. And I would turn them into such horny, pleasing bimbos like Annalee. But Frank... He would let the men control this discovery. They would turn their wives into their sex slaves. Disgusting. Please let me keep touching myself, she moaned, shaking her hips. What happens when you disobey me? I asked, my voice frosty. You won't let me lick your tasty pussy and get the antidote. And then? I arched my eyebrows. I die. She ripped her fingers from beneath her skirt. I don't want to die, Mistress. I won't masturbate. I grinned at her. And why have you been poisoned? Because I was a bad cunt that never listened to you, Mistress, she promptly said, raising her pussy-coated fingers to her lips. A bad, naughty cunt. But now I'm a good bimbo-slave. I always listen. I always obey. I'm a goody tushy now. She turned, wiggling her butt at me. See how goody my tushy is, Mistress. I groaned, staring at that bubbly ass clutched by the fabric of her skirt, my pussy growing even wetter. She was such a gorgeous woman. The bimbo serum was amazing. Just absolutely delicious. I needed to have it. My R&D Department had to reverse engineer the sample my spy gave me. The elevator rose higher and higher in the Washington D.C. skyscraper. It reached the top floor and dinged, opening onto the penthouse owned by Senator Delilah Murphy. She served on the Senate Committee on Health, which oversaw the FDA. If Frank Jackman thought he could bribe Director Steffen with bimbos, I would go over the man's head right to a powerful, feminist senator. Delilah would eat Steffen for breakfast if he even thought about fast-tracking BT Chemical's bimbo serum to market. It would be mine. Delilah waited dressed in a conservative pantsuit, soft gray, that showed off her great body. In her forties, she worked out to look fit and attractive. Her legs were long, her ass great, and her boobs still perky, shown off by the silk blouse. Her blonde hair spilled about a tanned, sensual and aggressive face. Delilah knew how to take the bull by the balls and get what she wanted. This better be important, Magnolia, Delilah said. I have to pick up my husband and kids from the... Her words trailed off as she noticed Annalee's busty, bountiful body. Well, what's this? Bought me a whore to bribe me? It was a tightly held secret that Senator Delilah of the great state of Indiana was a lesbian. To win her seat, she had to play to the liberal Christians to her state, be the supportive wife to her lawyer husband, the loving mother to her kids. She had to host bake sales at her local church, spearhead PTA initiatives, and keep her true self hidden deep from prying eyes. She put up with it all for power. There was talk about her running for president in another few years. But I knew her secret. The first time I met her, then a Congresswoman, our eyes met, and we felt that energetic rush. Lesbians always recognized each other. Our affairs were passionate, hot, burning bright because they always had to be so brief. What do you want from me? Delilah moaned. She had a weakness for big tits. She moved towards Annalee, who gave the Senator a big smile. I just want to lick your pussy, Annalee said, bouncing. Please, please, can I? Mistress said you taste amazing. Mistress? Delilah arched an eyebrow, glancing at me. Are you into BDSM now? Oh, this is a special case that you will find interesting, I told her, pulling out my tablet. Just watch this video. I played the video of Alice Jackman becoming a bimbo to the Senator, the same one Annalee had watched and scoffed at it for nonsense at the board meeting last week. Delilah arched an eyebrow, licking her lips as Alice's tits became large and soft yet oh, so perky in a way that defied gravity. Tits that begged to be held and played with. Her eyes kept glancing to Annalee. It's a nice bit of special effects you showed me, but what of it? she asked. Unless you're into some high-production value porn. That's real, I said. I'm sure you remember Annalee Burrell, my Vice-President of R&D. Hi! Annalee giggled. Don't I look so sexy? I have big boobies now! Yes, you do, Delilah purred. And you are peddling some serious bullshit, Magnolia. I played the next video, this one from my boardroom where Annalee was transformed into the bimbo. Delilah's eyes widened, glancing from the screen to the bimbo standing beside her, tits almost falling out her top. How? Frank Jackman. Heard of him? He's the new president of BT Chemical, Delilah frowned. I met him briefly last month. He took over from that shrew Veronica. Right, I said, like I had forgotten, BT Chemical is in your state. And he invented this? The bimbo serum. I'm sure you remember what a cunt Annalee was. I was such a naughty cunt, nodded Annalee. But now I'm a goody tushy now. She's an airhead now. Go on, you can convince her to do anything. I arched an eyebrow. Anything. Delilah licked her lips again. Then she pulled out her phone and hit a button. Yes, George, I can't pick up my husband and kids. You'll have to do it. I have a meeting. Very important. Then she hung up. So, you naughty little bimbo whore, you'll do anything? Annalee giggled. Do you like licking assholes? Annalee made a face, looking like a child confronted with brussel sprouts. I hadn't had her lick my ass yet. I wasn't a fan of being rimmed. Well, honey, licking assholes is the best thing a dumb whore like you can do. You'll absolutely love it. I will? Annalee asked, her voice unsure. Yes, you will. I'm a senator, so you can believe me. So strip me down and lick my asshole. You'll see just how much you enjoy it, slut. Okay, Annalee nodded, licking her lips. I had no idea. I always thought it was so nasty. But you're a senator! Just like that? Delilah frowned. Bimbos, I shrugged. And BT Chemical plans on bringing this to market. Selling it to husbands to change their wives into busty airheads that just want to please them. We can't have that, Delilah said, leading Annalee through the open penthouse to a large bed. This apartment was the Senator secret play area where she took her lovers. She had another home outside DC that her family lived at beside their permanent residence back in Indiana. As Delilah kissed my bimbo sex slave, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my purse. There was a message from my executive assistant. I opened it, reading: Ms. Savage, I'm forwarding you a YouTube vid that you might find interesting. It was posted twenty minutes ago by a man claiming his wife was turned into a bimbo at the grocery store by a scientist. I hit play on the video. A busty woman appeared, tits almost spilling out of her top, a huge smile on her face. Look at my Natasha now, a man said, his voice slurred like he was drunk. She's so dumb, she'll do anything I tell her. Right, honey? The woman nodded, her eyes as vacant as Annalee's. A smile crossed my lips as my mind went to work on how to use this. To be continued...

Author: mypenname3000 Title: BimboTech Chapter 1: Bimbofied into a Lesbian Slut Summary: Frank and Alice prepare to mass produce the bimbo formula, but a rival company has gotten wind and the female CEO wants the formula for herself. Keywords: MFF FF bodymod bimbo oral anal exhib Copyright 2016 Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals As you can see, Carter said as he stood before the boardroom table beside a projection screen, his pointer following a line that grew in a steady pace to the right, as we convert more of our lines to producing the Venus Serum, we will soon be outputting a thousand units a day by the end of the quarter. Carter was a tall man, broad-shouldered, wearing a lab coat that was open, showing off his muscular torso. He was a recipient of the newest formula I had worked out with my wife, a variant on the neutering chemical that made men into docile beta males. This one also made them muscular. Alice enjoyed that. My wife sat beside me, a hungry look in her eyes as she watched the presentation. Alice was a gorgeous redhead, busty and curvy, her body enhanced by the bimbo formula, what we now called the Venus Serum. Marketing showed that bimbo was not a favorable word among women. Of course, that was what the Venus Serum did. It made women into the hottest, sexiest bimbos. It was my life work, with the help of my wife. When things were desperate a month ago, when it looked like we were facing bankruptcy after both of us were fired from BT Chemicals, she had tested my compound on herself. The effects were instantaneous and transformative. My overweight wife slimmed down before my eyes, shedding pounds and gaining large, round breasts, curving hips, a great ass, and a perfect face. She transformed. And became an airhead. The graph goes up, giggled Veronica Beigh, technically the President of BT Chemicals. She had injected herself with the bimbo formula, and now she was convinced it was her duty as President to let me run the company. Bimbos were easy to manipulate. Look, Frank, she said, her naked tits bouncing as she sat in her executive chair. It gets bigger and bigger. Like a cock. Yep, I nodded, enjoying the sight of her large, round breasts. She had been a bony woman before her change with almost no flesh on her. Now she was bountiful in all the right areas, her blue eyes warm and happy instead of cold and manipulative. Like your cock, CEO, she giggled, her hand reaching out, caressing my dick through my pants. I hardened at her touch. I had incredible stamina thanks to a chemical my wife whipped up. Ooh, you're going up, too. Just like the presentation. He is, Alice said, a smile on her lips. She had taken an injection to give herself temporary intelligence. It wouldn't last much longer, then she would be an airhead again. I liked her both ways. And so did she. Veronica slipped beneath the table as Carter's words faltered. Um, he said as he heard the loud sound of my zipper rasping down. Should I...? Yes, Alice smiled, licking her lips. She did love hunky men. And I loved busty women. If I could enjoy my harem of sexy wivesAlice, Veronica, Janet, Becca, and Nicolethen she could enjoy her boy toys, like her secretary Carmanjelo, a hunky Black man, or Carter. Keep presenting. I'm enjoying it. So am I, I groaned as Veronica's eager mouth sucked on my cock. She noisily blew me, bobbing up and down, her mouth so warm. So we'll be distributing the serum when? Just as soon as we have FDA approval we can start mass producing the serum, Carter answered. That can always take time. It might be a year or more. What? I groaned, my dick aching in Veronica's mouth. She was good. It was so satisfying having the bitch who blew me addicted to my cock. No, no, that's no good. Carter shrugged. Can't be helped. Maybe we need to speak with the head of the FDA, Alice leaned closer, her breasts straining her green dress. She had quite the cleavage. Reach out and encourage him to approve the drug. Show off its benefits. That would be Kirby Steffan, Carter said. He's the Executive Officer of the Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition. They cover cosmetics for the FDA. Uh-huh, I nodded, the heat rising in my dick. Alice gave a giggly, bubbly laugh as she nuzzled into me. We'll make sure he's all nice and relaxed and oh, so happy, Frank. The intelligent serum was wearing off. I bet you will, Alice. Me and Janet will take such good care of him. She nodded her head. He'll give us apples! Approval. You sure? Alice blinked, her green eyes taking on that vacant look. Because we need mass produce. Apples are produce. Wrong produce, I groaned. Not vegetables and fruits. We have to make a lot of the bimbo serum. Give it to women. So they'll be as pretty as me? Alice asked. And feel all warm and bubbly and happy? Yes, I groaned, leaning back in my leather chair, Veronica's tongue swirling about the tip of my cock. Oh, that's so wonderful, Alice gushed. She hugged me and peppered my face with kisses. Oh, Frank, you are such an amazing husband. The absolute bestest. You just want to help all those poor women who used to be me like me. Yay! Yep, I groaned, my hand slipping down, squeezing her tit. We'll give them big cans and great asses. Cans? Alice frowned. Why do they need cans? Tits, I panted. Shit, Veronica, you are sucking my cock so hard. She has to. That's the president's job. To pleasure the CEO. That's me and you. She has to pleasure us. Ooh, and I need pleasure. My pussy is all wet and tingly and itchy. So itchy, Frank. Um, should I go, sir? Carter asked as my hand shoved down my wife's top. Yes, yes, I told him. Invite the FDA guy to a party at my house. We'll let my wives show him the joys of the bimbo treatment. Yay! clapped Alice. Parties are so fun. I remember my last party. I got all naked and let the men play with my body. And I made them all so hard they hurt, so I had to cure them. I couldn't let them suffer. You couldn't, I panted, her breast was out, her fat, pink nipple so succulent. I leaned over and sucked on it, making my wife squeal as my dick throbbed in Veronica's mouth. The bimbo bobbed, taking more and more of my dick in hand. My balls tightened, the pressure growing as she swallowed the tip of my cock down her throat. I groaned as Veronica hummed, pleasuring my cock. My hands pushed down my wife's tight sheath dress, the fabric molding to her beautiful curves. She moaned in delight as I sucked and nibbled on her fat nub, loving it with my mouth. You are the bestest husband in the world. Alice's hands stroked through my hair. Oh, yes. I love it. Suck on my nipple. You're making me all wet and tingly in my pussy. She giggled. Pussy. Do they call it that because it feels so wonderful when someone pets it? I popped my mouth off her nipple. Sure, I groaned, my hand sliding down. You're so smart. My husband is a smart sciency person! Her thighs parted. I found her wet, shaved, and so hot. Yes, yes, pet my pussycat. Stroke me. Oh, yes. Ooh, I want to purr. Oh, Frank, stroke me. Such the bestest. Isn't he, Veronica? Veronica didn't answer as she pressed her lips into the base of my cock, swallowing to massage my shaft. It was ecstasy buried in her throat. Veronica? Alice moaned. She's got her mouth on my dick, honey. She can't talk. I rubbed harder at her pussy. Okay? Right, giggled Alice. I forgot. Can't talk while sucking cock. She shuddered. Oh, yes, and pet the inside of my pussycat. I like that, too. Like this? I asked, shoving two fingers into my wife's wet depths. The pleasure crossing her gorgeous face was priceless. She groaned and shuddered, bucking on her chair as my fingers worked in and out of her hot depths. Her pussy clenched about my digits, her silky flesh massaging them. Oh, yes, Frank, that's soooo good. Pet the inside of my pussykitty. You're making her purr. Oh, yes. You are the bestest pussy petter. And you're just so cute, I told her, digging my fingers in deep, my dick aching in Veronica's hungry mouth. Alice kissed me hard, her breasts pressing into me, separated by my dress shirt. Her thighs clamped about my hand, locking my fingers in place as she kissed me so hard, her tongue dancing in my mouth. I groaned, savoring the kiss and the blowjob. Veronica's mouth bobbed faster and faster, slurping, sucking, driving me wild with pleasure. I groaned, my hips arching, my chair creaking as she brought me closer and closer to cumming. Frank! Alice gasped, breaking our kiss, her back arching as my fingers pumped in her depths. Yes, yes, the bestest pussy petter. Oh, keep petting my pussy. You're gonna make me kablam! Explode? Yes, yes. She nodded her head, her red hair dancing. My pussykitty is so hot and wet and your fingers are so wonderful and... A smile crossed her lips. Frank, you're the bestest! Her pussy spasmed about my fingers as her orgasm burst through her. She leaned back in her chair, her large tits dancing so invitingly as she heaved and thrashed, her thighs clamped tight on my hand while her hot juices flooded out. The sight of her was enough. My balls clenched. I groaned and bucked up, my cock buried in Veronica's throat. My cum spurted, shooting right down the woman's gullet. I loved cumming in her mouth. She had been such a bitch before she injected herself with the bimbo serum. And now she was my cock-hungry slut. Damn, I groaned. Is she making your cock kablam? Alice moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. Is your yummy cum pumping into her stomach. Flooding her, I groaned. Alice clapped her hands in girlish excitement. Isn't that just the bestest, Frank? I don't know, I groaned as the final blast of cum spurted into Veronica's mouth. Cumming in your mouth or your pussy is even better. Oh, I love it when you pet my pussy with your big cock. She giggled. It goes cock-a-doodle-do and erupts into my hungry pussykitty. Yes, it does, I groaned, still hard in Veronica's mouth. And you're still have a 'rection, Alice gasped as Veronica's mouth popped off my dick. Because I'm a super smart sciency person. Yes, you are, I told her stroking her face. Even as a bimbo, she could come up with new formulas, her intelligence just covered by the horny thoughts plaguing her. The intelligence serum banished those impulses, clearing her mind for about an hour. As much as I loved bimbo-Alice, I loved talking to my wife when she wasn't an airhead. Your cock needs to feed my pussy, state! she said. Stat, I told her, and she frowned at me in confusion. I laughed. Hop on, honey. The bestest husband! she proclaimed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals My pussykitty was so hungry to gobble up Frank's big, thick cock. I would make him crow so loudly inside of me and fill me up with all the wonderful, yummy, delicious cum. My pussy clenched, the heat always burning between my thighs. It was the price of being so hot. And I was hot. The most beautifulest woman in the world. Frank said so. And he was a super smart sciency person who knew everything. And I loved him so much. He let me play with my boy toys and gobble their cocks, too. And we invented thingies together. Super smart thingies. We were a super smart sciency team. I grasped his cock, loving how thick it felt in my hand, wet like my pussy but from Veronica's saliva. Our president-wife knelt on the floor, a big grin on her face. She had ate her vitamins for the day. They came only from Frank's cock, and all his wives had to drink them once a day whether orally or anally or pussyly. I liked pussyly. Oh, Frank, the bestest cock, I moaned as I sank my wet pussy down his dick, gobbling up every inch of his shaft. It felt so wonderful in me like creamy chocolate pudding and ice cream and licorice all rolled into one amazing sensation radiating out of my pussykitty. She gobbled my husband's cock as I slid back up, my body shuddering in delight. And then something even more wonderful happened. Veronica nuzzled at my butt-cheeks. I gasped in delight as her tongue licked and nuzzled at my butt-hole, swirling around it, licking it like the best pudding in the world. Chocolate pudding, I giggled. What? Frank groaned as he squeezed my breasts. Oh, this is as wonderful as chocolate pudding. Like having my cake and kneading it, too. Eating, Frank groaned, his wonderful hands on my breasts, squeezing and making my nipples tingle so awesomely. No, no, I knead my cake all over my body and then you get to lick it clean, I moaned, smacking my lips. I would love to lick cake off your body. I squealed in delight, my pussy eating his cock faster and faster, savoring his girth. He reached so deep into me. That's why you're the bestest, most wonderfulest husband with the bestest, biggest cock in the whole White world. Wide, he groaned. Not white. No, no, White, I giggled. Black guys have bigger cocks. But not by much. Frank laughed, and then he sucked on my nipple, chewing and nibbling on it like it were a piece of delicious cake. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on him as I bounced faster and faster while Veronica's wicked tongue licked and swirled at my asshole. Her hands gripped my butt-cheeks, fingernails sharp points that drove me to ride my husband's cock faster and faster. My eyes fluttered as I ground and bounced on him, my clit grinding into his pubic bone as I savored every wonderful inch of his cock. He was big, almost as big as a Black guy. And he was my husband. I loved him so much. And that made it even better. Yes, yes, I love my sweet and yummy husband, I purred as he sucked on my nipple, my asshole clenching on Veronica's tongue. Oh, yes, Frank. Give me all your yummy cream. My pussy needs to eat it. Every yummy drop. Oh, yeah, Frank groaned. Just hungry for my cum. So hungry. My pussy clenched, the wonderful, fluttery, cotton candy delight churning in my depths, ready to spread through my body and smother me with its pleasure. Veronica's tongue licked and probed, driving me wild. Give me your cream, Frank. Pretty please with sugar on top. I need it. My pussy is so hungry. She's a starving kitty. I'll give you so much cream, he groaned, his handsome face twisting with pleasure. Yes, yes, yes, I moaned bouncing so hard, my clit pressing into his groin, wonderful gumdrop pleasure shooting through me. Oh, that's it. I love it. Frank! I came. Wonderful, delicious, yummy pleasure rippled through me. The sticky cotton candy flowed through every part of my body. It reached my brain, smothering me in rapture. My head threw back, my pussy writhing and milking his cock, desperate for his cream. I needed it in me, spurting, filling me. His hands squeezed harder on my breasts. My asshole clenched on Veronica's tongue probing at my asshole. I squealed and shuddered in delight, more and more cotton candy rapture smothering my mind. Cream! Please, please. Pretty please, Frank! I need it. Your cream is the bestest! Feed my pussy! Yes, he snarled. His hand seized my hips and slammed me all the way down his cock. I savored him buried to the hilt in me, reaching so deep. My back arched, pressing my pillowy mounds against him. My nipples throbbed as his hips bucked up. And then the first wonderful pulse of his cum. His cream flooded my hungry pussy. Blast after blast. Sooooo much cream just for me. Another spasm shuddered through my pussy. I wiggled, savoring Veronica's probing tongue swirling through my asshole, stirring up hot pleasure, while the ecstasy spilled through me again. So good. So wonderful. Love you, I panted, hugging my husband to my breasts. He groaned as his cum spurted a final time into me, holding me was we shared our wonderful delight. Oh, I need that. Mmm, your creamy vitamins are in me. Uh-huh, he groaned. Love you, Alice. You're the best woman in the world. Bestest, I corrected with a giggle. A super smart sciency man should know his grammar. Frank laughed, looking up from my tits. His hands moved, seizing my red hair and pulling me down to his lips for a wonderful kiss. I savored it as my pussy luxuriated in his cream. It was so hot and yummy in me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc. I was the last to arrive, sweeping into the boardroom of my company, my back straight, my heels clicking on the floor. I wore a stylish, burnt-umber business skirt and matching blazer, a salmon, silk blouse beneath. Out of all the executives for my company, I was the only one who cared about her appearance. The other women were frumpy or overweight or so skinny they were bony. But they were still all women. The only Fortune 500 company with an entirely all-female board. No token promotions to appease feminist activist, but women who had worked with me from the beginning to build Femme Allure into one of the top makeup companies on the market. We made products for women by women, as it said in all our adds. And it was about to be undone. What has your panties in a wad? the bony Annalee Burrell demanded as she turned in her chair, her pinched face glaring at me. She was my Vice President of Research, the woman who should have discovered this amazing breakthrough before BT Chemicals had. It would be revolutionary in the world of cosmetics. And it would drive us out of business and set back women's liberation a thousand years all in one fell swoop. Which is why I had to control it. Annalee, I know we have been friends since college, I told her, fighting the urge to clench my fistsit would ruin my nails, and I just had them done. But if you speak to me again like that, you will regret it. Going to finally muscle me out? Annalee asked. Or do you forget how much of a stake I own in the company? I've forgotten nothing, I said, my smile cold. I patted my pocket instead, feeling what my spy had procured. What is this meeting about, Ms. Savage? Patricia Pitts, my frumpy Vice President of Communications, asked. She was a redhead with sallow skin and a toad's face. At least she remembered that I was the president and founder of the company and paid me respect. My Chief Financial Officer, Jayde Kellogg, nodded her head, her triple chins wobbling. The African American woman was the largest person in the office, sitting in her own specially designed chair to accept her wide girth. It has me intrigued. The other members of the board nodded their heads, murmuring their desire to learn, trusting my judgment. The judgment that had built this company. This, I said as I sat down. There was a control panel built into the table at the head for me to manipulate the AV system. I dimmed the lights and set the projector playing the presentation my executive assistant, Melissa, had prepared. She was a feisty redhead, passionate about her job and keeping me happy. Very passionate. The projector popped out of the ceiling, lowered down by hydraulics while the screen unfurled at the far end. Chairs swiveled to watched as the video played. It showed an overweight woman with red hair cut short, glasses perched on her face. She wore a lab coat that did little to hide how plump she was, her body shaped like a pear. Are there any sensations you feel? a man asked, voice a little stressed. Presumably, he held the smart phone recording this video. Sensations, the woman giggled again. What a funny word. Sensation. What is a sen and why would it need to be sationed? I paused the video. This is Alice Jackman you're watching. The new Chief Research Scientist at BT Chemical? frowned Jayde, her triple chins waggling. I've seen her once. She is not a woman this overweight. How old is this? Not very old, I answered. The man recording her is her husband, Frank, the new CEO. The compound she injected herself before the video started is the reason we're here. Compound? Annalee asked. What does it do? Changes the world, I answered. Annalee rolled her eyes, ungrateful bitch. I hit play. What? Frank gasped off screen. Are you okay, pumpkin? Pumpkin! Yes! exclaimed Alice. That's a word I love. I'm your cute, beautiful pumpkin. The compound seems to be having some effect on her cognitive process, Frank reported. What's with the big words? I don't know that one. Cog..cogti...cogtive? You're not thinking straight. Jayde snorted, I'll say. How do you think straight? Alice's face scrunched in thought. I'm trying to think straight, but my thoughts seem to be scattered around. She fanned herself. Boy, it is hot in here. Are you hot? No, answered Frank. A large smile crossed Alice's lips. Are you sure? Because you look smokin' hot. Mmm, I love your tight body. She shrugged out of her lab coat, standing in a loose, flowery dress. It was ugly, something found at JC Penny or Sears. She began undoing the buttons. What are you doing, pumpkin? asked Frank. What are you showing us, Magnolia? Annalee asked, refusing to address me properly. Watch, I said. I told you, I feel hot, Alice giggled on the screen, the changes starting to transform her body. It's too hot for clothing. Maybe you should strip, too. I love looking at your naked body. Alice. I think we need to take you to the hospital. Frank sounded concern, the camera shaking. Why, silly? Alice giggled as her dress fell off, her hands reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. I'm hot, not dying! They weren't a great pair of tits. Small despite her portly frame. I liked big, round breasts. You're hot, I'm hot! Alice pinched a nipple. Look at how hot I am, Frank. Another side-effect seems to be a rampant libido, Frank reported, his voice lower. Okay, we don't need to see this, objected Patricia as Alice wiggled out of her panties, shaking her big ass at the camera. Watch her carefully, I said as Alice smacked her ass. I'm so hot! Alice moaned. Don't you just want me, Frank? Does her voice sound higher-pitched and more girlish? Jayde asked. Oh, look at her rear, Patricia said. It's shrinking. I grinned as every woman in the boardroom stared in stunned silence at Alice as her ass, indeed, shrank along with her waist. She grew slimmer, her ass growing bubbly, perky, her fat thighs now sleek. She turned around, her small breasts ballooning into a large, wonderful pair of bouncing tits. I squirmed, my pussy growing wetter. And despite their size, they were as perky as an eighteen-year-old's. A vapid smile was on Alice's face as the fat melted away, her cheekbones softening, her lips growing lush. She's beautiful, Annalee breathed, her jaw dropping. Alice let out a giggle and clapped her hands as she hopped on her feet. Look at my tits bounce. Ooh, they're so big and round. Just the way you want them, Frank. Yeah, Frank said, his voice hoarse with shock. Yippee, your injection thingie worked. The compound. Yes, that's the word. Alice giggled again. I should know that. The phoswhatsit-benzien worked! I'm so happy! And sexy. But...It's made you so... Hot? Alice purred. It did, whispered Patricia while Frank said, Stupid. Alice giggled loudly. Like I'm a sexy bimbo. Her hand slid down her flat belly, scratching at her bare pussy. And I'm still so hot. Right here. She pushed a pair of fingers inside her pussy. Oh, I wanted to see that cunt in real life. Oh, Frank, this is...amazing! Yeah, he croaked. You made me beautiful! Alice squealed again and rushed at him. I love you so much! Let me show you how much I love you. The video ended. What did we just watch? a stunned Jayde asked, her chins wobbling. That couldn't have happened. It did, I told her. This is what Frank invented that let him take over BT Chemicals. His bimbo serum. Look at his wife. She was a scientist who became as dumb as a brick house. One injection, and your simultaneously the most beautiful woman in the world and a complete airhead. And BT Chemical is bringing it to market. This can't be real, Annalee said, her eyes wide. I mean, this defies physics. Where does all her mass go? Into her boobs, laughed Jayde. Did you see the size of them. They had to be my size. Oh, it is very real, I told Annalee. I've seen Veronica Beigh, and that bony woman is now a bimbo bombshell like Alice. It's how Frank got the company. She became his bimbo bitch and signed it over to him for a pittance. You make it sound like he's made her his woman or something, laughed Patricia, incredulity flashing across her toad face. Like he has a harem of bimbos. Oh, he does. At least four other women beside his wife have been seen with him. All incredibly beautiful. All transformed by the serum. Preposterous, Annalee said, turning her head away. Whoever sold you this information was lying. I hope you didn't pay much for it. Oh, I paid a lot, I purred. They proved it to me to my satisfaction. Then you are an idiot, Magnolia, Annalee said, her face twisting. If you think that is anything more than science fiction, you are more of a moron than I thought. The room went silent. The other women all looked down at their hands or shifted in their feet. But not Annalee. She looked at me. She was always too stupid to realize when to shut her mouth. And I was tired of kowtowing to her just because of the amount of stock she owned in my company. I stood up, my hand slipping into my pocket. It was in there, the sides smooth, plastic, ready to be used. I walked to her. She stood up to match me, her chair rolling back. Her pinched face glared at me, her cheekbones so sharp she could probably cut me with them. If you think this fairy tale will save our company from the losses we project for next quarter, you are mistaken, Magnolia. Ms. Savage, I corrected her, drawing it out of my pocket. I founded this company with you, she told me. I'm not going to be your ass-kissing lackey. I have a stake in this I stabbed the syringe into her thigh, the only place with any flesh on her. I depressed the plunger, the bright-green liquid flooding through her veins. She took a step back, her eyes wide, glaring down at the needle. What the fuck? she gasped. What did you just... ? Just...? She blinked. Um... Then she giggled. As you can see, ladies, I said, pointing at Annalee as she fanned her face, the anger melting away, the bimbo serum takes affect pretty fast. You injected me with...with...? Bimbo... She giggled. Bimbo. What a funny word. Bimbo. She pulled on her collar. Oh, it is hot in here. Anyone else hot? You...injected her? Patricia asked, her jaw dropping. A demonstration was in order, I purred, my pussy clenching as Annalee shrugged out of her blazer and began unbuttoning the cream-yellow blouse she wore beneath. To show you just how dangerous this chemical is in the hands of the wrong company. In a man's hands. It is just so hot, Annalee said, shrugging out of her blouse. Ooh, that bimbo thingie you interjected me with is making me feel hot. I injected you. She shook her head. No, no, you interjected me. That's how you say the word. Remember, I'm the smarty one. I have a degree in chemory. Chemistry? I suggested. She tapped her head. Chemory. Got to use your memory for all those chemicals. I'm a super smarty chemorist. She giggled again and unfastened her bra. The changes worked on her body as she shrugged out of her bra, her shriveled A cups swelling, growing into lush, round, pillowy breasts. I groaned as I watched them swell fuller, rounder, so perky and soft, thrusting from her chest and bouncing as she wiggled out of her skirt. Look, boobies, Annalee said, turning to the other woman and bouncing. I have big boobies now. Her face had flesh on it now, no longer pinched, but lush, lips plump. Blemishes on her skinmoles, scars, discolored patches of flesh, winklesall vanished. She had the skin of an eighteen year old, along with her ass. She bounced her breasts more. They were so lovely and delicious. I moved up behind Annalee, cupping those beautiful tits from behind, squeezing them. They are so real. And look at her now. A body most women would kill for all from a single injection. And it's permanent? Jayde asked, eyes wide. Oh, very permanent. But the side-effect, now that's the really dangerous part. I pulled away and hiked up my skirt. Ms. Savage, gasped Patricia as my naked, shaved cunt came into sight. What are you doing? Where are your panties? Demonstrating. Annalee, I have bad news for you. You've been poisoned. Oh, no, that's super-duper bad, Annalee said, her voice so high-pitched and girlish. She looked eighteen instead of in her late thirties. I don't want to be poisoned. That means I'll die. Exactly. But my pussy has the antidote. You have to lick it and drink all the juices that come out. Ms. Savage, objected Patricia. You don't need to parade your sexuality Quiet, I hissed as Annalee fell to her knees before me and buried her face between my legs, licking with a frantic, fearful need, her tongue sliding across my pussy lips. You need to understand how gullible bimbos are. How easy they are to be manipulated. Annalee was a staunchly straight woman. Further, she made no secret of her dislike of me the last few years. She never would lick my pussy, and now look at her. She's eager. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as Annalee's tongue ran over my vulva. Soooo eager. Isn't my antidote so delicious, Annalee? So delicious, the bimbo moaned, her dirty-blonde hair brushing my thighs. It had grown long and full of volume. I have to keep licking to live. That's right, I moaned, savoring my domination over the bitch. Every day, you have to lick my pussy and make me cum to get your antidote. Oh, yes, moaned Annalee. That makes so much sense. I'm a smarty chemorist. You are, I grinned as she licked again. Mmm, wiggle that tongue deep in me. Make me cum so hard. I'll flood your mouth with the antidote. I shuddered as I stood in the board room, all the executives eyes on me as I ground on Annalee's face, savoring the hungry licks of her tongue. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me tight against her mouth as she devoured me. It was so sweet and wonderful seeing the shock in the women's eyes as they witnessed my domination of the bitch. I undulated my hips, grinding on her mouth as her tongue wiggled into my depths. She swirled it around, drinking my juices. My pussy clenched. I was so excited. My nipples ached in my bra, my gaze sliding across the room as they watched in silence, no one wanting to add any more objections. They were afraid. It was sinking in. Any one of them could become my next bimbo. Damn, this was intoxicating. The power made my pussy clench. I ground harder on Annalee's mouth, savoring her moans, her beautiful eyes staring up at me. She was mine. The idea of having entire harems of devoted, bimbo beauties serving me flashed through my mind. Yes, yes, lick my clit, just like that, you dyke slut, I moaned. You're mine. You have to lick my pussy every day to live. Thank you for the antidote, giggled Annalee. And it's so delicious. Mmm, it makes me feel all juicy and antidotey down there. In your filthy cunt, bimbo slut? Cunt, gasped Annalee. That's a no-no word. Not any longer. You are a cunt. You have a hot cunt that belongs to me. I own you because you're drinking my antidote. Wow, Annalee said. And I have a cunt? That's so naughty. It makes me feel all tingly-wingly. Keep licking or you'll die, I panted. She gave a frightened gasp and buried her face back into my snatch. I groaned, swaying on my heels as her mouth devoured me. Her tongue licked and slid through my folds, driving me wild with bliss. I shuddered, back arching, grinding on her mouth as I came closer and closer to my orgasm. Her lips found my clit. She sucked on that. Pleasure burst through me. I spasmed on her mouth, my hands squeezing my huge breasts through my blouse. My nipples ached wonderfully as my pussy clenched. And I came. You delicious whore, I moaned. Drink all my antidote down. Yes, yes, that's it. Oh, you are my bimbo slave. My lesbian dyke slut. You'll worship my pussy for your antidote. I will, moaned Annalee. I need it, and you're so much wonderful for letting me drink it. I spasmed a final time, my pleasure peaking through me. I sucked in a deep breath, shuddering, a wicked grin on my lips as I faced the other women of the boardroom, their cheeks flushed from watching me writhe, their bodies trembling. That's enough, bimbo, I purred. Now go kneel beside my chair and don't say a word. If you do, I'll have to spank you. You don't want to be bad girl. Annalee shook her head and clamped her hands over her lips stained with my pussy juices. She crawled on her knees to my chair and knelt there, keeping her hands over her mouth to make sure she didn't say anything. Now you all understand, I purred, pushing down my skirts. We can't let this chemical be in the hands of a man. We need to control it. Or it will be abused. If we're not careful, every woman in the world will be a sex-crazed bimbo eager to please the men because they're too stupid to realize it. How? Patricia asked, her voice strained. Carefully. My spy is in the company. I have another sample. R&D needs to get on reverse engineering it. In the mean time, we need our friends at the FDA to put up every road block they can. I'll call Ivy Eads, Patricia said. She has a lot of clout with her boss. She'll do it. She'll be horrified about this. Good, I purred, sitting down, my hand resting on Annalee's head, petting her. Ladies, we are going to be very, very rich. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals The limo was waiting out front of the company's headquarters. It was sleek and black, stretched long. Our driver, Ryan, waited for us in his suit. He looked like a strong man, someone who had been fit in his twenties and still maintained it into middle age, but he was a beta male, transformed by a serum Alice whipped up. He was also a cuckold. His ex-wife, Janet, was one of my bimbo wives. Their divorce was finalized just last week. I had Janet on my right arm, the lush, black haired woman bouncing with delight to have my arm around her. My left was around my youngest bimbo wife, Becca, a radiant blonde, her breasts almost popping out of her low-cut top. Yay, it's time to go home, Nicole said, a brunette with a bombshell body. She used to be a cop before I gave her the bimbo injection. She was about to arrest Becca and Janet for lewd acts in public, and I couldn't have that. She was happy as one of my bimbos. Such a long day, Alice purred, her hand holding Veronica's, the last of my wives. Five bimbos was a big enough harem for anyone. They were each beautiful and lush in their own way, and I cared for them all, but I loved Alice. She was the only one that received the intelligent serum so she could be her normal self. Even unbimbofied, she loved our new life. Alice had repressed her sexual desires for years. Becoming a bimbo allowed her to experience the freedom she always yearned for, even if it meant being so stupid any guy could convince her to have sex with him. And more than a few had from the UPS guy dropping off a package to a man who convinced her to be a model and go back to his apartment. She was even lured off by a group of Black men and gangbanged. It was why all my women had a tracking chip implanted in them just in case they went missing. I didn't mind if they had their fun, I just wanted to be able to find them. Good day, sir, beta-male Ryan said, his eyes downcast as he opened the limo door. Janet grabbed my cock through my slacks Ooh, I need my vitamin treatment so badly. You had it this morning, Becca pouted. It's my turn. Na-uh, Janet said. Right? Fear entered her eyes. Right, Frank? You both did, I grinned. But you can have a second dose if you share with Becca. Oh, yay! Janet said, clapping her hands before her. My women piled into the limo, and I followed, my dick aching. Things were going perfectly. We would soon have the bimbo treatment on the market. Women across America would pay us so much money for the treatment. I knew many would line up even with the side-effects. And the men would be thrilled. My dick ached as Janet and Becca slipped to the floor of the limo. Their cheeks pressed together, blonde and black hair mixing as they unzipped me and pulled out my dick. I groaned, throbbing, as the two bimbos licked at my cock. That's it, get your vitamins, giggled Alice, cuddled between Veronica and Nicole on the opposite seat, her breasts already out, nipples hard. Yes, I panted as their tongues reached the apex of my cock, licking at the crown. It was heaven. And then my phone rang. I groaned, shoving a hand in my pocket and barking, Yes? Becca sucked the tip of my dick into her mouth, my eyes fluttering. Sir, it's Carter. Yeah? I asked again, fighting the pleasure in my voice. An Ivy Eads from the FDA just called. She's the Deputy Director of CFSAN. He pronounced the acronym as sif-san. She says there are serious ethical problems with the serum that have come to her attention, and that the FDA needs to do a thorough inspection. This could delay us for years. Fuck, I groaned, glancing at Alice. Honey, you need to take your medicine. I need the smart you. Oh, no, she gasped while Becca kept sucking my cock. Ethical concerns? Did the FDA learn about the side-effects? We had plans to make. To be continued...

Author: mypenname3000 Title: BimboTech Chapter 2: Bimbo Wife & the Black Cock Summary: Two bimbo wives go shopping and a helpful Black man shows them how to check for ripe melons and hard cucumbers! Keywords: MFF MF FF Fsolo oral bimbo cheat inter exhib public Copyright 2016 Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals I think we need to invite the Executive Officer of CFSAN to our home, Alice said as she pressed against me in the back of our limo. She pronounced CFSAN as sif-san. CFSAN, the Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition, was that part of the FDA which approved, among other things, cosmetic products like the Venus Serum, our revolutionary compound that would turn the ugliest, fastest woman into a hot, busty beauty. And a bimbo. Like the two sluts sucking on my cock right now. Blonde Becky had her mouth wrapped about my cock, bobbing up and down while Janet, a raven-haired MILF with huge tits, sucked and nibbled on my balls. Both bimbos weren't even paying attention to the conversation I had with my first wife, Alice. And let you girls give him a good time? I groaned to my first wife. But if he has ethical concerns about the serum, won't that just prove them? He'll see you as all airheads. Women who you can convince to do anything. And? Alice asked, her green eyes flashing. Her large tits strained her dress, almost spilling out. Once, she had been a plump woman with small tits despite her size. I had loved her anyways. Then she had injected my beauty-enhancing formula into her thigh and transformed into a bimbo. He's a man. He'll think with his cock. How can he think with his cock? asked Nicole, her body pressed into Alice's back. Nicole was brunette with wide eyes and pouty lips. I thought our minds were in our heads. Is it different for men? Is that why the tip of your dicks are spongy. Brains are spongy, right? It's a metaphor, sweetie, Alice said. Right now, she had her full faculties thanks to the intelligent serum. It temporarily gave bimbos their normal thoughts. What's a metfor? asked Nicole. What does that have to do with minds? Becky's mouth popped off my dick. The eighteen-year-old bimbo let out a giggle. Metfor is a smile. I learned that in school. Metfors and smiles describe things. Our husband's cock is like a brain. It's soft and squishy and makes him feel so good when we touch it. Like this. She licked the tip of my dick, and I groaned. See, she giggled. It's a metaphor and a simile, I groaned as she licked again, my dick throbbing, pleasure rushing to my real mind. What do mets have to do with smiles? Nicole asked. A huge one crossed her lips. They don't seem connected. Don't worry about it, sweetie, Alice said, her red hair shifting as she looked over her shoulder. Why don't you and Veronica lick each other's pussies. You need your female vitamins now. Yes, Nicole giggled. I love licking pussies. So creamy and goody and yummy. Me, too. Veronica clapped her hands. She was our final wife in the limo. She used to be our bitch of a boss, a bony woman that hated everything. And now she was our sex slave president. She gave us control of BT Chemical for a pittance and then begged to suck my cock and lick Alice's pussy. Mmm, look at them go, Alice moaned into my ear, her body pressed tight about me. Just so horny and eager to do whatever you tell them to. How can Kirby Steffen object to the Venus serum when it delivers such results? Makes women so free and horny, able to act out on all their repressed desires. Yeah, Alice, I groaned, watching the Nicole and Veronica push up their skirts as they fell into a sixty-nine, Nicole on top of Veronica. Both bimbos squealed as they dived into each other's pussies, licking hard, their bodies squirming. Yeah, you're right. I'm always right, Alice moaned, nuzzling at my ear. Her hand grabbed Becky's head, forcing the bimbo's mouth down my cock. Look at what my being right has given you. Six horny wives all eager to please you. Yes, I groaned. My last wife, Donna, was at home. She was Alice's old supervisor, a real bitch, so now she was our housekeeper wife, staying at home, doing all the chores naked, her pussy dripping constantly. She was a naughty bimbo, and anyone who knocked on our door was in for a treat. I think the mailman came up with an excuse to personally deliver our mail each time because of Donna. Tell me no man would want this, Alice purred as she forced Becky to deep-throat my dick. I groaned, my cock aching in the depths of the slut's mouth. He'll override this Ivy Eads who's causing problems. Damn, Alice, I groaned, turning my head. You are right. We were planning on having a party anyways. Once we have the FDA on our side, Alice purred, we will make a fortune selling the Venus Serum. Damn, I love you, I groaned, my balls aching in Janet's mouth, my dick throbbing in Becky's throat. I kissed my wife hard, meeting her wicked tongue. She clung to me, fingers digging in my hair as Becky hummed and moaned, the vibrations of her voice massaging my dick. My balls throbbed, the pressure building. My hand slid up my wife's tight dress. It clung to her, made of stretchy material. I felt her naked tit beneath. I squeezed her large, pillowy mound. Her nipple was hard. My wife kissed me harder, her tongue stabbing into my mouth. Janet sucked and nibbled on my balls, massaging them. The cum boiled in them. I grunted into the kiss. My cum rose in the depth of my dick. I broke the kiss with my wife, staring down at Becky's blonde hair spilled over my lap. Becky, I'm going to cum. You have to share with Janet. Yes, yes, I need my vitamins so badly, groaned Janet. You have to share. Sharing is caring. Becky's mouth slid up my shaft. She sucked so hard as she rose. I groaned, my hips lifting up, my cock aching. My head lolled back as the pressure built. Alice's lips nuzzled into my ear, licking slowly at my lobe. Cum in the slut's mouth, Alice moaned. Dump it in there. Mmm, I know how much you love it when your wives play with your cum. Yes, I breathed, savoring her tongue. I squeezed her breast hard. And erupted. The cum boiled into Becky's mouth. The slut moaned in delight as the jizz splattered through her mouth. Janet sucked on one of my balls as they unloaded. The tingle thrill made the orgasm even more intense. I grunted. Fuck, that's it. Take your vitamin's, slut. Mmm, and share with Janet. You love her. You want her to be healthy. Yes, yes, Janet moaned. Sharing is caring. And I love to share with you, Becky. My final blast of cum spurted into Becky's mouth. The bimbo lifted her lips clear of my dick, cheeks bulging with my cum. She turned her head and locked her mouth onto Janet's. I groaned, watching their pink tongues flash back and forth, sharing my jizz. Oh, that never gets dull, Alice moaned, her cheek rubbing on mine, watching Janet, her best friend, snowball my jizz with young Becky. Janet was old enough to be Becky's mother. Which only made my dick ache more as she pushed the blonde down to the floor of the limo, their pillowy tits piling together, covered by their dresses. No, it doesn't, I breathed. I hope the Executive Director of CSFAN is ready to have sexy bimbos fawning over him. Alice laughed. I just hope he's sexy. Because I'm going to fuck him so hard. I'll convince him to be on our side. I know you will, I grinned at my wife, turning and kissing her. My hand pushed up her skirt. I bet she was dripping wet and in need of a hard cum. Alice broke the kiss as my hand reached her pussy. She was bare and wetthe bimbo formula denuded pubic hairand shuddered as my fingers penetrated her depths. First, call Carter. Have him send out the party invite. Let's not get distracted. So easy with a wife as sexy as you, I grinned, curling my fingers, caressing her G-spot. Yes! she moaned. Call him, Frank. Call him while you finger my cunt. Mmm, I have the best husband in the world. I pulled out my phone, fumbling at it as my wife's pussy clenched on my fingers. Her hands popped her big breasts out, squeezing her soft moans as I scrolled through the contact list until I found Carter's number. He was the head of R&D and one of Alice's boy toys, enhanced by a masculine form of the serum. Instead of making him an airhead, it just made him a pussy, subservient, eager to please. Pussy whipped. Oh, yes, gasped my wife, her fingers squeezing her fat nipples. I stared at them with hunger as the phone rang twice. What do you need, Mr. Jackman, Carter answered, his voice pleasant. Tell him, Frank, moaned Alice. Invite the head of CFSAN to dinner at our place. We would like the chance to speak to him in private, to show him that these concerns are groundless. Right away, sir, Carter said while my wife moaned. Finger my cunt, Frank. Make me cum. Make her cum, husband, giggled Janet, breaking her kiss with Becky. She's your first wife. You have to please her. First cums first, Becky nodded, trying to affect a sagely expression spoiled by her vapid, blue eyes and pouting duck face. Then second cums second. That's me, giggled Janet. And you're third. The pair kissed as I hung up on Carter, thrusting my fingers deep into my wife's cunt. Yes, Frank, she moaned as I sucked on her nipple. Oh, you always give me what I need. My dick hardened, and I ripped my fingers out of her snatch. I moved, sliding up her body, her nipple popping from my lips with a wet plop. Her green eyes flashed, her red hair piled on the bed of the limo. Her thighs spread wide. I smeared her pussy juices on her lips as my cock prodded at her cunt. I rammed into her as I leaned over, capturing her lips. As I savored her hot, tight sheath about my dick, I drank in the flavor of her spicy musk staining our kiss. She moaned, arms wrapped tight about me, her pussy clenching as she humped her hips up into my thrusts. The limo rocked as the beta-cuckold Ryan drove us home. He could see us, the divider down. He heard his ex-wife, Janet, moan her delight as Becky devoured her cunt on the floor. We're going to seduce the head of the FDA, moaned Alice. With cameras recording. We'll have him. Blackmail and lust. He won't resist us. Her pussy clenched on my dick. Oh, yes, we'll be so rich, Frank. We'll change the world. Yes, we will, I groaned, fucking her harder and harder, my thoughts dancing with the possibilities. The world would be so much different once bimbos and beta-males exploded across the scene. Her thighs clenched on my hips, pulling me in tight. Her breasts pressed into my chest. I groaned, her pussy boiling around my dick. Every thrust made me shudder. Her pussy was so tight, so hot. The bimbo serum gave her a cunt that was such a delight to fuck. You're going to fuck him, I groaned into my wife's ear. You and the other bimbos. You're going to overwhelm him for me. Yes, yes, for you, moaned Alice. Mmm, yes. My strong husband. We're going to fuck the FDA. Damn, I groaned, burying my face into the nape of her arching neck as her pussy clenched down hard on me. Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Frank. I need to cum. I'm so hot. I'm always so hot and horny. I love it. Then cum, my bimbo slut. My horny wife. Your horny, bimbo whore! Alice's pussy spasmed about my dick. Her flesh spasmed, milking my dick, making me tremble. My cock rammed into her depths. She bucked so hard as her orgasm fired through her. The friction increased. Such sweet bliss shot through me. Alice, I groaned. Yes, yes, cum in me, she moaned. That's the best part of sex. Feeling the man's jizz flood your holes. Mouth, cunt, ass. I don't care. I love it. I savor it. Mmm, yes. Flood me, Frank. Fill me. I want it! I thrust hard into her. My balls smacked into her taint. The cum boiled out of her. I grunted, kissing my wife hard, claiming her hot mouth. Our tongues dueled as my cum pumped over and over into her snatch. She shuddered, holding me tight as my orgasm reached its heights. I trembled, holding onto the bliss, then I collapsed onto her. I held my wife, kissing her, savoring the intimacy. Janet screamed out her orgasm beside us, humping into Becky's mouth while Nicole and Veronica were engaged in their noisy sixty-nine, drenching each other's faces. How did the FDA find out that there are ethical concerns? Alice whispered as the limo pulled up before our house. I frowned. You think there's a leak? How else could they have known? None of our investors are at all are unhappy with the results. They love their new bimbo wives. Someone at the company? I sat up. Shit. That makes sense. Someone who thinks it's wrong. Giving women this level of sexual freedom isn't wrong, Alice moaned. Oh, it is wonderful. Trust me. We need to find out how this Ivy Eads learned about it. I guess you and the others will have to be very persuasive with Director Steffan. Alice giggled. Oh, we will be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals My eyes popped open. I immediately stretched my back as I sat up in bed, my naked tits bouncing before me. That always made me giggle. I stared at my tits, loving the way they bounced and slapped together, my nipples hard. My pussy wet. So wet. Mmm, I was wet and itchy and in need of my husband's cock. Hot, yummy vitamins to start the day and keep me healthy and beautiful. I had to be beautiful for my husband. He was the bestest in the world. Frank slept, his face pillowed on Nicole's breasts. She was the lucky wife to share our bed last night. There was a rotation. They circled over and over. Only I got to be in his bed every night. I was the first wife. The bestest wife. His super-smart sciency wife. And there was so much work to do. My eyes widened. There was a party tonight. We were throwing it for the super-duper important person. Director Steffan. He made films for the FDA, and we had to get his approval so we could mass produce apples. No, no, the bimbo serum. That was what we had to mass produce. Would we sell it in apples? The super smart sciency part of my brain, smothered under all the warm, yummy, marshmallowy delight itching from my pussy, laughed. She whispered to me, trying to explain that produce didn't mean fruits and vegetables. Which was silly. That was why there was a produce section at the grocery store. Which was where I needed to go today. I hopped out of bed, my eyes wide. We needed food for the party. It had to be perfect. We had to get Director Steffan's approval to make his film and show it to the FDA so they would know our product was safe and ethnical. It was very ethnical. Women of all races would enjoy the bimbo serum. I rushed out of the bedroom to find Janet, my bestest friend and bestest wife. She was sleeping with Veronica in the smaller bedroom next to mine. I smiled at her sleeping on the bed's edge, sunlight glinting on her cheek, her black hair spilled over Veronica's shoulder. I tiptoed to the bed, not wanting to wake up Veronica. I paused by the bed, leaning over it, a big smile on my lips. I brushed aside the hair on Janet's cheek and leaned over to whisper in her ear. Wake up, sleepyhead. Janet sighed, shifting. I licked her earlobe, slow and sensual the way she liked it, my large breasts rubbing against her arm. Sleepyhead, wake up. Hmm? Janet murmured as she rolled over onto her back. Her breasts appeared, the sheet slipping down to expose two large mounds of jiggling, delicious flesh. I grabbed them, loving how my fingers sank into them. They were as big as my titties. Come on, tittyhead, I said, wiggling her breasts, her nipples hardening. Wakey, wakey. Alice? murmured Janet, her blue eyes opening. They were so brilliant, like two gem stones, the blue ones. Sap fires! Though what did burning sap have to do with blue? What, Alice? We have to go shopping! I declared, my voice booming with my excitement, my breasts jiggling beneath me as I thrust my arm into the air above my head. Veronica groaned, rolling over on the bed. Oh, no, I gasped, clapping my hand over my mouth. I didn't mean to wake Veronica. I forgot to be quiet. It was so hard to think when excited. My poor pussy was on fire with the need to go shopping. And cum. I loved cumming. Come on, I told her, pinching her nipple. We have to go to the grocery store and buy food for tonight. We're the first and second wives. It's our job to buy them. I thought your job was a sciency person, Janet said. And mine is wife. And buying groceries is a wife job, remember. I giggled. Now get up. Big party. We have to go, go, go. Mmm, Janet said, nuzzling her face against my thighs. I could use my morning vitamins. Yours smells so yummy. Her tongue licked at my thigh. I shuddered as she climbed higher, nearing my pussy and No, no, sillyhead. Shopping. We can lick pussies later. Get up. Fine, Janet pouted. Then her eyes widened. But we get to go shopping! Veronica let out a murmur, pulling sheets to her. Shhhh, I hissed softly. You'll wake her. It's me and you. Right, right. Janet took my hand as she stood up and we headed to the bathroom. We had to make ourselves look beautiful, first. It was so hard not to cum in the shower. But I used all my thoughts to avoid it. We soaped quickly, getting all nice and happy. Then we set about putting on our makeup. We were already the most beautifulest women in the world. But makeup made use even more beautifuler. My eyes looked so smoky with the eyeshadow, my green irises vibrant. My hair was a curly mess, and my lips were so red. Just so kissable. We dressed in our favorite outfitstight dresses. I loved the stretchy material clinging to my body. My nipples were so hard, poking at the thin material, and my juices trickled down my thighs. The skirts were short, so if I wasn't careful I would flash my pussy for everyone to see. And that would make poor men all hard and erect and in need of my help. And we were supposed to shop, not cum. Oh, I loved cumming. We grabbed our purses, our heels clicking on the floor as we headed out to the cars. I hadn't driven in so long. This would be so much fun. I opened the garage and found my old Jetta, a cute, red card that Frank promised would be replaced with something fancy. It needed to be bimbofied like me. I bounced in the seat as I drove to the grocery store, my tits jiggling. They almost touched the steering wheel as I leaned forward, my head snapping from right and left as I drove. Everyone was so happy to see us, honking as we drove through intersections or drove around cars that didn't seem to understand they had to keep moving. Don't red lights mean stop, Alice? Janet asked as I drove through the intersection, the nice car driving at us was kind enough to honk a greeting as he swerved around us. Why would red mean stop? I asked with a giggle. Red means hot. We're hot, so the lights are complimenting us. Oh, nodded Janet. And the green lights? Those mean go. Green and go both start with G's. I rolled my eyes. She was such a bimbo. And yellow lights? Ahead, the light turned from green to yellow. Yell! I shouted and happily honked my horn as I made the left turn. A car screeched to a halt and honked at us, the driver waving. Janet waved back. See, I beamed as I turned into the grocery store's parking lot. The car that honked and waved at us, followed us into the parking lot, the driver still waving. I pulled into a parking space, straddling as many white lines as I could. Let's shop! Yes, Janet said as I opened my door, the engine rumbling away. What the fuck? the driver who waved at us bellowed. He spilled out of his car and froze, his eyes widening. He stared at my body, his jaw dropping. Hi, I smiled at him. Are you shopping here today? I...uh... He shook his head. Damn. I cocked my head to the side as Janet came around the car, hooking her arm in mine. He shook his head again. I struck a pose with Janet, my breasts jiggling in my tight, stretchy dress, my pussy so hot as he stared at us. Did you like my driving? Did yo have to come say hi? Yeah, the guy groaned. Damn, he said again. I... Damn. Then he climbed into his car. I smiled and waved at him, then Janet and I turned for the store, our heels clicking on the asphalt, our hips swaying. I could feel the stretchy material of my dress clinging to my ass. Since the man was so nice, I made sure to sway as much as possible, hoping he enjoyed the view. Maybe he needed our help, Janet said, eyes widening. Maybe we made his cock hard, and he's in pain. Oh, no, I gasped, turning around. But the guy was already driving off. I hope he'll be okay. Maybe his wife will suck his cock and make him feel all better. Janet nodded her head. I had learned from several men that when their cocks grow hard, it was the sexy woman's responsibility for relieving them with her mouth or pussy or even her asshole. I liked all three. My pussy clenched and another trickle of juices leaked down my thighs. I really wanted to cum. Maybe we could finger ourselves... I shook my head. Shopping. The party was super-duper important. I had to remember that. But it was so hard. My thoughts were coated in a thick, creamy, marshmallowy ache. I wanted to fuck so badly. Come on, I said, shivering in frustration. Let's hurry and get all the yummy food we need. Like what? I blinked. What did we need? Umm, produce! We should have the best produce for the director. Melons and bananas and carrots. And cucumbers? I nodded my head. Of course, cucumbers. And eggplants. And celery. I pulled on her arm. Let's hurry. We strolled into the grocery store arm-in-arm. I giggled when Janet gasped at the whooshing sliding door opening before us. She was so forgetful sometimes. I grabbed a cart and pushed it, Janet at my side. Together, we guided it to the produce section, nodding at everyone we passed. There weren't a lot. It was super-duper early. But the few women we walked by watched us with envious eyes, wishing they could be us. And they could be for a price. We would make them all so happy and warm and feel so yummy all the time. And horny. So very horny. Ooh, I needed to cum so badly. We reached the produce section, my tits jiggling we headed to the melon section. We were the only ones in this part of the store. I let go of the cart and grabbed a pair of honeydew melons off the produce table, lifting them up. I gripped the green rinds, holding them before my breasts. How do I know when they're ripe? I pouted to Janet. Do they feel firm? a man asked. I jumped with a squeak and whirled around and came face to face with a Black man, his chin chiseled, the faint line of a very short beard following his jawline then up his sideburns to his equally short hair. He had such a smile on his lips as he stared at the two melons before me. Do these feel firm enough? I asked, proffering the melons to him. He reached out, his grin growing naughtier. He gave them both a squeeze. Well, they are a nice pair of melons. Almost as nice as yours. As mine? I frowned, glancing down at the two melons in my hand, my breasts rising and falling in my tight, green dress. Oh, yes, you have a pair of ripe melons. Very well developed These are? I asked, holding them up, frowning. I didn't understand. He shook his head and stared at me. Are you messing with me, girl? I would never mess with you, sir, I said quickly. I just can't remember what a firm pair of melons feels like. He glanced at Janet. It's helpful to grab someone else's melons and feel them so you can have a reference. Your friend's melons also look ripe. I glanced at Janet in her red dress, frowning. But she doesn't have any melons. No, these are grapefruit, Janet beamed. They're the biggest grapes ever. I bet the vines they grow on must be huge. That's what sciency can do, I told her sagely. Grow things very big. Like your tits. Janet giggled. See, those are her melons, the man said. There was a catch to his words, his eyes a little wide. Ooh, I said then giggled. Right, melons are boobies, too. But boobies are so much softer than melons. Are you sure? I handed the man the melons and squeezed my breasts right through the fabric of my dress. My nipples tingled, sending a wave of heat right down to my pussy. The man groaned as he watched me knead my tits, the top of my dress sliding down, coming closer and closer to popping out my tit. See, these aren't anywhere near as firm as those melons, I giggled. I cupped my tits in my hand, lifting them up, the fabric of my dress almost stretching down past my nipples, and proffered them to him. You try. You want me to squeeze your melons? the man asked, looking around the store. Yes, so you know, I said, nodding to him. You clearly don't remember what a girl's melons feel like. Damn, I am glad the girl sent me to pick up her tampons, he muttered, reaching out with his ebony hands. They were large, but my melons were so much larger. He cupped as much as he could, groaning, Damn, as he squeezed them. You are ripe. Thank you, I moaned, his palms rubbing on my nipples through the stretchy material of my dress. I groaned, shifting my hips, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I gripped the melons hard in my hands as he felt my girl-melons. His fingers sank into my flesh. He had such strong hands. Pussy juices trickled down my thighs as I grew hornier and hornier. My mind grew so hotter. It was so hard to think with his hands groping my girl-melons. Check mine, Janet said, pressing up beside him. Make sure my melons are ripe. Thank you, Jesus, the man groaned, letting go of my breasts to grab Janet's. He kneaded them, shuddering, his eyes so wide. Oh, yes you both have such a ripe pair of melons. Thank you, I squealed. Ooh, that's such a relief to know. I knew they were perfect. Our husband made them that way. Your husband, he said then looked around. Is he here? No, silly. Wives do the shopping. Janet nodded her head. We have to buy so much produce for the super-duper important party tonight, I added. A director's coming to our house to make a movie with us. Uh-huh, groaned the man. What's your name, girl? Alice. And she's Janet. I'm Janet. Janet nodded, still squirming as the man groped her breasts. Well, I'm Kent, and I am a produce expert. Wow, I gushed. Do you girls need cucumbers? he asked. I nodded my head rapidly. And you know the perfect way to test if a cucumber is ripe? What? I asked. He lowered his voice as he said, Well, it's something pretty naughty. We like naughty, Janet breathed, leaning her head in with mine. I felt so wicked. Like we were spyders trading secrets in a spyder flick, like one of those Jason Bourne movies. Wicked, naughty spyders. You have to stick them into your pussy and see if they feel like a cock, Kent said. He paused, licking his lips, breathing in and out swiftly. Wow, I gasped. I had no idea. My pussy clench. And since cucumbers are so big, you need a big cock to compare it to. And luckily, he said, grinning, I have a huge one. If you'd girls would like to feel it Before he could finish, I squealed, Yes! I grabbed my skirt and hiked it up over my ass, revealing my hairless, dripping pussy. I leaned back on the produce table, my legs spread wide, my ass brushing the cold melons. Just ram it right in. Let me feel your dick so I can know. Damn, the guy said as I seized his shoulders and pulled him to me. Right here? Janet's hand already rubbed at his crotch. She smiled at me. He's definitely cucumber thick. Oh, goody, I love Black cocks, I moaned. They're so big and huge and big. They make me go kablam. Shit, the guy panted. Right here? You girls are something else. I groaned as his big, Black cock spilled out gripped in Janet's pale hand. She stroked his shaft as she brought him to my pussy. She was such a helpful wife. I was so glad Kent was here to teach us this wonderful technique. The tip of his Black dick rubbed at the wet folds of my pussy. My eyes widened as he slid into my married cunt. Such wonderful, marshmallowy delight rippled out of my pussy and through my body as his dick slid deeper and deeper into me. Oh, you're so thick, I gasped as he speared into my depths, yummy pleasure surging through my body. Damn, the guy groaned. I can't believe I'm fucking a married bimbo on the produce table at Lucky's. Uh-huh, Janet said. Then she giggled. Maybe that's why it's called lucky. Maybe, I moaned as his dick slid out and then he thrust into me again, the friction shivering through my body. Damn, I'm glad it is so early, he groaned. There's no one around. Nope, I gasped, loving the feel of his huge cock thrusting so hard into me. And don't forget to keep checking my melons. Make sure they're nice and ripe. Damn, he groaned again. He really liked that word. It must be his favorite. We're going to be in so much trouble. Why? I moaned and then gasped when his big, Black hand cupped my breast through my dress. My nipple tingled through my dress. He pinched and rolled it, making me shudder and gasp. My pussy clenched on the wonderful cock reaming me. I loved big, Black cocks so much. They stretched out my pussy so bestest. They were amazing. I humped against him, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. Pleasure rippled through my body every time he bottomed out in me. My eyes rolled back in my head. My arms locked around his neck as he pounded me so hard, pushing my ass back into the melons. Damn, you are one hot-pussy woman, groaned the man. Never knew a White woman as crazy as you. Uh-huh, I moaned. Oh, yes, fuck me harder. You just love my Black dick in you. So much! My body shuddered, my orgasm swelled. All those wonderful, yummy feelings were about to boil through me. I savored it. I love Black dick! I shouted at the top of my lungs. I love being fucked by them. They're the bestest dicks! Yes, Janet moaned. I glanced at my wife. She shuddered as she sat beside us, working a cucumber in and out of her shaved snatch. Her skirt was hiked over her ass, the cucumber sliding in and out of her cunt, coated with her creamy pussy juices. You have to try his dick first, Janet, I moaned. Then you'll know if it is firm enough. I couldn't wait, moaned Janet. I needed to know. It feels so firm in me. And it's so thick. Oh, yes, Alice. Cucumbers are the bestest fruit. Vegetable, I giggled. I think. What is it, Kent? I fucking don't care, he groaned. Just keep fucking against me. Damn, you have a tight cunt. I'm going to dump so much cum in your married snatch. Goody, I groaned. His fingers pinched and pulled at my nipple through my dress. Shivers raced down to my pussy. I clenched down on his big, Black cock, my thighs clutching tight about his hips. I didn't want to let him go. He rammed into me so hard, pushing my ass back into the melons. They tumbled around us, bouncing on the floor. I didn't care. My red hair flew as the pleasure shuddered through me. I nuzzled at his face, loving his dark whiskers on my mouth and cheeks. His dark lips met mine. I kissed the Black man so hard while Janet moaned beside us. He looks so dark compared to you, moaned Janet, the cucumber sliding wetly in and out of her cunt. I can't wait to feel his cock and make sure the cucumber is firm enough. It feels so wonderful in me. Oh, yes. I broke the kiss, watching Janet ram the cucumber into her hungry pussy. Her lips were spread so wide around the thick vegetable. Her other hand frigged her clit. Her black hair tossed as her large breasts bounced in her dress. Damn, Kent groaned, ramming into me. Fuck that cucumber into your snatch. You both are so crazy. Uh-huh, I gasped not caring what he said. Yes, yes, yes. What are you doing? a woman suddenly shouted. Shit, Kent groaned as a stout woman in a blue apron marched up, a nametag pinned to her white shirt. She had brown hair cut short around a pudgy face. She was a woman in need of the bimbo serum. I'm testing cucumbers! I screamed as I came. I need to make sure they're as hard as a cock! My pussy spasmed about his big, Black dick. The pleasure flooded through me. Yummy, marshmallowy delight coated every of my body. His cock hammered over and over into me. Our flesh smacked together as the woman marched forward, her face red. I threw back my head, Kent's hand pulling my tit out of my dress as he groped me. The woman watched as I came and came. My body heaved as the wonderful delight flooded through my thoughts. I quivered and moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. The bestest feeling in the world filled me. I love Black cock! I screamed. Well, you can't love one here, the woman shouted, her voice strangled. Stop that! Shit, groaned Kent as he drove his cock into me. Shit, shit, shit. His cock unloaded into me. He pumped load after load of his wonderful jizz into me. I shuddered, another bestest orgasm rippling through my body as my pussy milked his dick of all the yummy cream. I shuddered, stars dancing before my eyes. And then Kent ripped his cock out of me and ran from my embrace as I collapsed back on the melons. More fell around me. The woman stopped before me, shaking her head as she shifted her feet not to step on a bouncing honeydew. Cum leaked out of my pussy as I stared at her. She was cute, nineteen or twenty, her nose pierced. What were you doing? Trying to know if cucumbers are firm enough, I told her, shuddering as the pleasure drifted out of me. Yes, yes, yes, Janet moaned, spasming as she came on the cucumber. She shoved it deep into her snatch. Her legs trembled and her head arched. She licked her lips as the pleasure boiled through her body. You can't fuck people in the store. And you're getting his cum everywhere The woman pointed at my crotch. Look at that. Oh, no, I made a mess, I gasped. Would you help me clean it up... I squinted at her nametag. ...Natasha? Yes, Janet moaned, pulling the cucumber out of her. So much cum is dripping out of her full of all those vitamins. It's going to waste. Got to lick it up. You want me to lick...the cum...out of her snatch? Natasha asked, raising her eyebrows, her thin lips pursing into a tight, ugly grimace. Well, yeah, what's wrong? I asked, taking the cucumber from Janet. I couldn't resist licking the waxy skin and tasting Janet's tart juices. What is wrong with you two? the woman asked. Are you high? We're not high, Janet said. We're at your level. I nodded my head and then shoved the cucumber into my messy pussy. I groaned, Oh, Janet, this is a good one. It's soooooo firm. Natasha's jaw dropped as I worked the cucumber in and out of my pussy. I didn't get why she was so shocked. It was like she had never seen a woman test if a cucumber was ripe or not. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc. I had just settled back into my chair when the interruption came. If was Friday morning, no meetings, no concerns. My legs were spread wide, my new bimbo dyke slave on her knees beneath my desk, her hands sliding up my thighs as she prepared to devour my pussy. It pleased me to know end that Annalee Burrell, my former Vice President of Research, was now my dedicated pussy licker. She did an even better job at it than my assistant Melissa. And Melissa knew how to please. I was so glad I had turned Annalee into a bimbo, showing my company's board just how much of a threat the Venus Serum was and how we could not let BT Chemicals bring it to market. No man could ever control a serum that turned a woman into a complete bimbo like Annalee. I had to control it. I had to make sure that the right women were changed, and that they were not preyed upon by men. Annalee took her first lick of my pussy when the intercom beeped. I groaned, reaching out and pressed the button on my desk. I snarled, What? I'm sorry to disturb you, the sultry voice of Melissa purred, but there is an Ivy Eads from the FDA here. She is not happy. She wants to speak with you. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. Ivy Eads was my weapon in the FDA to slow down Frank Johnson and his bimbo wife over at BT Chemicals from bringing the serum to market. I couldn't turn her away. Send her in, I purred as Annalee licked again. Ms. Eads wouldn't be able to see what was going on beneath my desk. I loved the bimbo serum. It would make me so rich. I would have my mansion full of hot women with big tits all willing to please me. To be continued...

Author: mypenname3000 Title: BimboTech Chapter 12: Bimbo Serum Surprise Summary: Alice is has been kidnapped by Magnolia Savage, held ransom for the bimbo serum! Keywords: FF MF FFFFFF anal rim bimbo bodymod oral Copyright 2017 Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals Alice, I said when my wife's phone picked up. Where did you wander off to? I have Hello, Dr. Jackman, an unfamiliar woman said instead of his wife. My eyebrows furrowed in shock. Why do you have my wife's phone? Because I have your wife. The woman's words had a throaty cadence about them. There was something in the background that sounded like...licking. And you are? The woman holding your wife, she answered. You really should keep better track of your bimbo. They are such airheads. They can be distracted so easily and wander off with the wrong people. My heart beat faster. Sweat broke out on my forehead. Standing beside me, Senator Delilah Murphy gave me a sharp look, her blue eyes curious. Alice should still have the intelligence serum active. She shouldn't have been easily led off. Well, let me know where she is, and I'll come pick her up. After you give me what I want. If you cooperate, Dr. Jackman, not a hair on her pretty head will be damaged. Cold shot through me. It rippled out from my belly, flowing through my veins to my extremities. It struck my heart, the beat quickening. Waves of dark dizziness washed across my vision. Hurt her? What is going on? She made dismissive, tutting sound. Really, Dr. Jackman, I thought you were intelligent. I have your wife, and if you want her back, you have to pay my ransom. How much? The words spilled out of my mouth without thought. Senator Murphy's eyebrows furrowed. She mouthed, Ransom? Oh, I don't want money, Dr. Jackman. I want it. It? I shook my head. What are you talking about? The formula to the bimbo serum. Once it is delivered into my agent's hand, I will release your wife unharmed. Then she let out a throaty moan. Well, once I'm done using her. Mmm, she really knows how to eat a woman's asshole. Who are you? I demanded. How do you even know about the bimbo formula? I will contact you in two hours. I should be done enjoying your wife by then. Then we shall make the arrangements for the drop. And, Dr. Jackman, no police. If they get involved, well, your wife will disappear forever. No, I gasped, my heart racing. Please, don't hurt her. I'll cooperate. Senator Murphy pulled out her phone from a black clutch purse. She texted rapidly on it as the woman on the other end of my line laughed in cruel delight. My heart raced as I pictured Alice hurt. Then the line went dead. My hand trembled as I lowered my phone. Did I hear that correctly? Senator Murphy said, her voice ice. Someone's kidnapped your wife? You have good ears, I muttered, sliding through the apps on my phone. Are you looking for the GPS on your wife's phone? If the kidnapper is smart, they'll have it turned off now. But don't worry. I have friends in the Capitol Police and the FBI. People owe me favors. Not the GPS on my wife's phone. Her GPS. Hers? All my wives are tagged with a GPS chip, just in case they wander off. It's happened before. I grimaced, remembering the two times Alice went off with strangers before we implemented the tags. Though she had fun both times, I had been so scared for her. But never this scared. The app opened. The GPS pings came up. All but one were by me in the Smithsonian where tonight's gala was held. The other was across the city. She doesn't appear to be moving but in an office building. Senator Murphy leaned in and then cursed. That fucking bitch! You recognize the address? I do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals It was so hard not to cry out to Frank as I licked my kidnapper's asshole while she talked to him. I had no idea who this woman was, but I had to pretend to be a bimbo. I had to be convincing. So I had to moan and coo and worship her asshole. It didn't taste bad. That sour musk filled my mouth as my hands gripped her ass, squeezing and clenching. She moaned, wiggling her hips, taking such perverse delight in dominating me. I went along with it, pretending that I believed she was a witch, calling her Mistress, whatever it took to buy time and try to think. I hoped she believed my lie about the syringe she held in her hand. If I sold it well enough, pretending to be a bimbo airhead, she would believe me. She had found it in my purse, recognizing that it was different from the bimbo serum, the other syringe in there. Oh, you are such a nasty ass-licker, you bimbo-slut, moaned the woman. And I bet my ass taste better than any other's. It does, Mistress, I moaned, my pussy clenching in excitement at the naughty thrill of submitting and rimming her even while my stomach twisted in fright. And that fright was strangely exciting. Exhilarating even. Of course it does. You just love me, don't you? Uh-huh, Mistress. Your ass is so yummy. I struggled to think of dumb, bimbo things to say. Just super-duper delicious. She let out a pleased purr. Nearby, another bimbohow had this woman made the blonde into a bimbo?tongued the feet of a redhead watching us. The bimbo wiggled her naked ass, obviously so happy to lick the redhead's toes. This woman had gotten a sample of the bimbo serum somehow, but hadn't replicated the formula. Frank came up with it. It was complex. Something revolutionary. And I was not about to let this bitch have it. It was my husbands. We would profit from it. My fingers squeezed harder at the surge of anger, my tongue jamming deep into her asshole. If I tongued her, I would be less likely to say something and give away my ruse. My pussy clenched again. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to rub my pussy to orgasm. That would take away some of the anxiety. Oh, yes, you are such a good ass-licker. Oh, I want to keep you. Maybe after your husband is destitute, he'll sell you to me. Mmm, then you'll be my bimbo slave like Annalee. I'll make sure you're happy by letting you lick my ass everyday. Fear and anger spiked through me. In a bubbly tone, I gasped, Oh, no, Frank loves me. He won't trade me for anything in the world. Not for a million-billion dollars. He would always keep me. Well, I do need that bimbo serum from him. If he doesn't love you... She shuddered. Yes, jam that tongue back into my asshole. And finger my pussy. Make me cum again. I'm going to use you so hard. I moved my right hand from her ass, trailing it down the curve of her cheek and reaching between her thighs. I rubbed her shaved cunt, caressing her plump vulva and thick pussy lips. Then I plunged into her depths, feeling her heat constricting about my fingers. I plunged them in and out rapidly, stirring her up, making her shudder and moan as I tongued her asshole. Her sphincter clenched about my tongue as she moaned. Her pussy was so hot and silky. My own cunt burned. I wanted to touch myself so badly. My bimbo body didn't care about anything but being pleasured. If I didn't have the intelligence serum bubbling through my veins, I would be so happy right now, just glad to give her pleasure. Bimbos were such happy, loving creatures. This horrid woman couldn't be in control of the formula. I fingered her faster and faster, plunging over and over into her depths. She shuddered, her pussy clenching hard on my fingers. She moaned, her hips wiggling from side-to-side. Her juices dribbled down my wrist. I could smell her tart pussy over the sour, exciting musk of her ass. Oh, yes, you disgusting whore. Oh, you're so dirty. Just devouring my ass. Oh, you love it. Yes, Mistress, I moaned again, keeping my voice bubbly and happy. And your pussykitty feels so hungry. It needs a nice, big cock to fuck. Never! she hissed, her cunt clamping down on my digits. Men are filthy. They only make you into a disgusting, dirty thing. And you don't want to be dirty. Men were wonderful. Far better than this dyke-bitch. No, Mistress, I gasped, my two fingers curling, searching for her G-spot. I want to be so clean. You made me clean with your pussy juices. Right, she shuddered as I tongued her asshole again. Despite how much I hated this woman, her ass tasted wonderful. I jammed my tongue into her sphincter, swirling around as she bucked and shuddered. And then she convulsed hard. Her moans echoed through the room. I shivered, my pussy clenching in envy as her cunt spasmed on my fingers. I massaged her G-spot, her asshole clenching so hard on my tongue as she screamed out her bliss. She bucked against the table, grunting, groaning. And then she let out a satisfied moan as her orgasm peaked. Mmm, that was good, she purred. You can stop, for now. May I play with my pussykitty? I moaned, squeezing my thighs together as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. My bimbo body made me so damned horny that even though I was scared I was also so turned on. Pretty please with yummy sugar on top. My pussykitty needs to be petted so badly! No, the woman said, something haughty in her tone. I hated her. Annalee, come here, the woman said, turning around, her black hair spilling about her tan face. She was in great shape, almost as hot as a bimbo. Could I reach my purse? The other syringe in there contained bimbo serum. If I could inject her... Yes, Mistress? Annalee said, the blonde bimbo crawling across the floor to her. Present that ass. I need to make sure you always stay a bimbo. Of course, Mistress. I'm such a goody two shoes bimbo. My stomach twisted as I watched Annalee's large breasts sway, her blue eyes wide and empty of any thoughts. She had a huge smile on her face. Then she turned around, wiggling her ass at her mistress, a hairless pussy dripping between her legs. The woman injected the syringe into Annalee's ass and depressed the syringe. The bimbo gasped. Her eyes widening. She shook as the serum took effect. I caught her gaze, my heart beating so fast as I witness thoughts blossom to life in those blue depths. The smile fell from her lips. Her eyes blinked. There, now you will be my sexy slave. Anger crossed Annalee's face. Now go fetch the strap-on so I can fuck our new slave's ass. Hurry, Annalee. My heart beat faster. Would Annalee blow the ruse? I had to get to that syringe. It was my only hope. I opened my eyes wide, pleading with her without words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc. Yes, Mistress, purred Annalee. I didn't even glance at the bimbo as she stood up and walked into my office, passing my executive assistant Melissa as she lounged naked against the door. The redhead's hungry eyes followed Annalee. Melissa was eager to take more pleasure from the bimbo. But I was eager to play with Alice. She was so new. And that disgusting Frank's wife. I would return his bimbo with all sorts of naughty programming. I would tell her so many things that would make Frank's life miserable. Alice was so dumb she believed I had enchanted her. Bimbos were so susceptible to suggestion. Alice wouldn't even remember what I looked like once I was out of sight because of my spell. I shivered, my body buzzing with pleasure. I licked my lips, seeing her squirming, her red hair spilling down to those big, lush tits. She was wasted on a man. I'm going to fuck your ass so hard, I groaned. I'm going to pound you into jelly. Yay! the bimbo cheered. I love being fucked in the ass. It's special-wecial. She turned, wiggling it at me, looking over her shoulder with such delight in her green eyes. The strap-on, Mistress, Annalee said, thrusting the harness and thick, black dildo at me. She sounded a little sullen. Was she jealous of the attention I was heaping on Alice? Oh, that added so many naughty possibilities. I could drive Annalee wild, make her so desperate for my attention, just begging to lick my pussy, to get the antidote to the poison in her body. I loved degrading my former rival on my company's board. You know how to put it on me, I said in a huff. Come on, Annalee. Why do I even still own you? Alice is a much better bimbo. What are you doing? Melissa suddenly asked. Anger flared through me. I turned to reprimand my executive assistantshe should know better than to question mewhen I froze in shock. Annalee had grabbed the syringe of the bimbo serum that was half-sticking out of Alice's purse, pulled out when I grabbed her phone when Frank called. I blinked in shock as Annalee thrust the syringe at me. Annalee! I gasped, seeing the anger twisting the bimbo's face. There was no submission. There was no docile acceptance. It hit me right before the syringe pierced into my thigh. Alice had tricked me. The second chemical wasn't a serum to keep a bimbo looking hot and sexy. It was something else. The cold serum flooded through my thighs. The chemical that would turn me into a docile idiot. An airhead. I glanced down at Alice. Such triumph burned across her face. That's right, the redhead grinned, her airhead, bubbly joy vanished, her green eyes smoldering. A bimbo doesn't have to be an airhead with the right injection. Please, I gasped, heat spreading through my body from where Annalee injected me. Please, I don't need it. I'm already hot. I cupped my firm, round breasts. Look at these tits. They don't need to be... A giggle escaped my lips. The heat flushed through my body. I shook my head. They don't need to be enhanced. Stop it. I can't, Alice said, rising with grace, her big tits bouncing. I looked down at my breasts. They swelled in my hand. They grew bigger and bigger, the pillowy flesh spilling about my fingers. I shivered. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to be a bimbo. I was supposed to control it. To have my own harem and... I giggled. What's so funny? Alice asked as my tits were almost as big as hers. And they kept growing. Harem, I said. Haaaareeem. It's such a funny word. I blinked, shaking my head. The heat spread through my thoughts. It was so smothering, like a muggy day in the south. But now that mugginess felt so yummy and soft and gooey and... I squeezed my big titties, shaking them. Look at my big titties. They're sooooo ginormous now. They are, Alice nodded. And so pretty. I beamed at her. She was so nice. I was...supposed to be doing something. You have to give me the bimbo serum now! You just took it, silly, Alice said. Now you're a bimbo. Isn't that amazing? Yes! I giggled. I glanced at Annalee. Look at my boobies. They're as big as yours. We're both bimbos. We're both part of my harem. I giggled again. Such a funny word! But don't you know you've been poisoned, Annalee said, her blue eyes so wide. Fear shot through me. Oh, no, poison is so very not good. Quick, you have to suck my wound. Get out the poison. Like a snakebite. I turned my ass, wiggling it. I'm afraid that doesn't work. You're going to die unless you get the antidote. Antidote? Alice asked. Oh, no. Then my eyes widened. Something rose out of my thoughts. It's my pussy juices. That's the annidote for your poison. I shoved my hands down between my thighs, rubbing them through my pussy. Oh, that felt nice. I coated them with my juices then brought them to my lips. I needed the annidote. I licked them, savoring my tart flavor. I shivered. I tasted so good and yummy and wonderful. I shoved my hands between my thighs, giggling in delight as I caressed my pussy. It was so hot and wet and itchy. That's not the antidote, Annalee said. My pussy is. You have to lick it once a day, slut, or you'll die. My eyes widened. I don't wanna die. Can I have your annidote? I don't know. You'd have to lick my pussy. I fell to my knees. Pretty pretty please with gumdrops and sugar and spice on top. Let me lick your pussy. I'm so good at it. I'll drink all your annidote and make cum. I like cumming. Don't you? I love it, she moaned, leaning against the desk and spreading her legs. Behind me, the elevator dinged. I didn't care. I had to lick her pussy. I had to get my annidote. I crawled forward. She smelled so yummy so sweet. I buried my face between her thighs, licking so hard. That's right, bitch, drink your antidote. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals Alice stood naked with three other women. She let out such a sigh of relief as I stepped out of the elevator with the DC cops and Senator Murphy. The cops froze, blinking in shock and then grinning. One of the naked women, a redhead, stood frozen in a doorway. The other, blonde with a bimbo's body, sat on a desk while a third woman, black-haired, devoured her pussy. Such yummy delicious annidote, the black-haired woman, clearly a bimbo, moaned. Frank! Alice said, racing across the room to me, her big tits bouncing. I held my arms out wide for her. She crashed into me, her arms going around her neck. She shivered and shook, tears falling down her face. And then she was kissing me. Not my lips, but anywhere she could reach. You're safe, I said as the DC cops didn't seem quite to know what to do. They expected a hostage rescue, not a lesbian orgy. The blonde woman only shuddered, her eyes closed. Eat my pussy, you fucking cunt. Annalee? Senator Murphy asked, walking to the desk. The blonde woman opened her eyes, hardening. Magnolia's a little busy to plot with you, dyke. She's got her tongue up my cunt. What's going on? I asked Alice as she squirmed in her arms. I was kidnapped, Alice said. Yeah, I know, I spoke to the kidnapper. Is that...Magnolia...? She's a bimbo now, Senator Murphy said. Then her gaze swept around the room. Thank you, Captain. I think we have things under control here. And, of course, I would appreciate your discretion. Yeah, sure, Senator, the Captain, an older cop with a pot belly stretching his blue uniform, nodded. What about the man we have in custody downstairs? Leave him with my man, Senator Murphy said. I think this was all a misunderstanding. I'm sorry to waste your time. Right, the cop said, his voice perfectly level. Frank? my wife asked, glancing at Senator Murphy. She was with me when you were kidnapped, I explained. She's quite angry at Magnolia Savage for doing it. That's who kidnapped me. Alice's green eyes were wide, recognizing the name. The CEO of Femme Allure, a makeup company. Alice used their products before she became a bimbo. Apparently, Magnolia found out about the bimbo serum a few weeks back and contacted Senator Murphy to be her ally. Someone in our company leaked it. We didn't discuss kidnapping you, Senator Murphy said, her words ice as she stared at Magnolia licking the other bimbo's pussy. Just blocking you from selling it and ensuring her company got the rights. I looked at Magnolia. What happened here? Alice explained while the blonde, Annalee Burrell, came hard on Magnolia's mouth, heaping derision on the new bimbo. But Magnolia was a bimbo now, and the woman was just eager to please Annalee, licking her cunt through all the derogatory names until she fell back on the desk with a huge, satiated smile on her lips. We have to talk, Senator Murphy said, her eyes critical. I thought Magnolia was the woman to entrust the bimbo serum to. But now? I knew she was a calculating bitch, but I had no idea... Senator Murphy looked at Alice. I am so very sorry. I had no idea the woman had any plans at all about this. I don't even know why she did this. She thought you were cutting her out, the redhead, Melissa, said. She was dressed now. When you invited Frank to your party. That paranoid bitch, Senator Murphy spat, shaking her head. She gave Magnolia, kneeling on the ground with a happy smile on her face, a hard look. And now she's a bimbo. Permanently? As far as I know, I said. Alice nodded in agreement. And what about me? Annalee asked. Is this permanent? Being smart again? It'll wear off in six or so hours, Alice answered. That's as long as I've been able to make it last. Annalee's face fell. So I'll go back to being like her. Unless you get more, I said. You're on the Femme Allure's board, right? Senator Murphy told me about you on the ride over. Yes. I'm one of the founders. We were friends in college, but she grew cold. She was trying to bully me off the board because I didn't rubber stamp her decisions like the rest of the scared cows did. Which is why she turned me into a bimbo to demonstrate the serum to the rest of the board. The blonde shivered. Yes, that is...unfortunate, Senator Murphy said, voice tight. So let's have Magnolia make you the new CEO, I grinned. She'll do anything if you tell her to. It's how we came to own BT Chemicals, Alice said. Veronica injected herself with the serum without making sure there were no side-effects. Then she was just so happy to be our wife and give us the company. Annalee gave us hard looks. And what's my price to get the intelligence serum? I don't want to be a bimbo. Oh, it's a lot of fun with the right people, Alice said. But I think I know what my husband's wanting to do. BT Chemicals will buy Femme Allure from you. Your company has all the distribution contacts that our company lacks with retailers. You can get the Venus Serum in every boutique and high-end store in America. And Europe, parts of South America and Asia. Annalee licked her lips. So I stay on as CEO? Of course, I grinned. Alice turned to Senator Murphy. And I hope we can count on your support. I know how much you like bimbos. And soon, you can be open about being gay. This will change the world, the lesbian senator agreed. Women would have to be willing. This can't be abused. I won't have someone made into a bimbo against her will. Of course, I nodded, smiling, seeing the lust in her blue eyes. She nodded her head. Then she glanced at Magnolia. And what do we do with her? Oh, I'm keeping her, Annalee said. I can't wait to watch her fuck every guy I tell her to. Huh, won't that be great? But I'm a lezzie, said Magnolia with a huge smile. I like pussy and tits and more pussy. Are you sure? I'm a scientist, remember, and I can tell you with 100% certainty that you also like cocks. Big, thick, throbbing cocks. I do? she asked, her eyes wide. Annalee looked at me, a naughty gleam in her blue eyes. You do. So go over there and suck your first dick. I bet that will make Frank so happy. After all, he's buying your company. And you want to make him happy, don't you? Of course I do. And your a sciemitist. And sciemitists are always right. Annalee laughed in delight as Magnolia crawled to me, licking her lips, eager to suck her first cock. Senator Murphy shook her head. Enjoy, Frank. I have to talk to my driver and make sure Alice's kidnapper understands how lucky he is. Thanks, Senator. Delilah, she said. After all, I've fucked two of your wives. I think that puts us on first name basis. I laughed as my zipper rasped down. Magnolia reached into my dress slacks and boxers, pulling my cock out of my boxers. I was still sticky with Donna's juices. Magnolia took a long lick up my shaft, her brown eyes widening. Your dick taste like pussy! she squealed and then sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could. I groaned, swaying at the sudden shock of pleasure rippling through me. I clenched my fists as my dick throbbed. It was so intense. Alice snuggled against me, her naked body pressed into my side. Her lips nuzzled against my ear as Magnolia sucked so hard. Enjoy. She's a real cunt. So was Veronica, and look at how she turned out. Alice laughed and then kissed me on the lips. I tasted tart pussy and sour ass. I groaned, loving it while Magnolia gave me an inexperienced, though enthusiastic, blowjob. She sucked and moaned, stroking my cock with her hands while she bobbed her mouth on the end. Her tongue darted at random as I moaned into my wife's lips. Alice was safe and sound. It was over before I even came to her rescue. I shouldn't have been worried. My bimbo wife was smarter than me. I held her tight as her kidnapper groaned about my cock, moaning her excitement at blowing her first one. Her passion buzzed around the tip, sending delight tingling through me. I broke the kiss, Damn, Magnolia, you must really love cocks. You're so hungry for my cum. Mmm, you are, slut, moaned Alice. Frank and I are also both scientist, so we know a cock-hungry bimbo-whore when we see one. And you are that. You just burn to fuck and suck every cock you can. Magnolia shuddered, sucking even harder. She squeezed her blue eyes shut, moaning with such enthusiasm about my cock. My balls churned as her hand massaged them. Her tongue swirled about the crown, driving me wild. I gripped her dark hair, my hips thrusting forward, fucking my cock in and out of those red lips, her big breasts trembling below. I savored my domination over this bimbo. She had tried to take the bimbo serum from us and failed. Just like Veronica had. You are going to love being a bimbo-whore, I groaned. You're going to love your first taste of cum. I know you're excited. I can tell. She only moaned louder, sucking so hard. Cum in her mouth, Frank, My wife moaned into my ear. My other hand slid down to grab her ass, pulling her tight. She humped against me, smearing her wet cunt on my dress slacks. Just flood the whore's mouth. Yes, I groaned, my balls swelling with pressure, my cum aching to explode out of me. Do it, Alice moaned, grinding on me. Her juices soaked through my slacks as she shuddered. Cum in the bitch's mouth. Oh, yes, Annalee moaned, shivering on the desk, rubbing her own pussy. Make that dyke drink all your cum. Y-yeah, Melissa said. She's so horrible. I looked down at Magnolia, her dark eyes shining up at me with such eager lust. The woman who kidnapped my wife was gone. Now there was a far better bimbo in her place. Someone who would only bring joy and happiness, and get such pleasure from it. My hand tightened in her dark hair. I groaned. I flooded her mouth. The cum pumped from my balls. My jizz spurted out of my cock into her hungry mouth. She swallowed it all, squeezing her eyes shut, savoring her first taste of a man's cum. She gulped it down with such enthusiasm, sucking hard to get every last drop. I groaned, squeezing my wife's naked ass as she ground on me harder and harder. Yes, yes, yes, Alice hissed into my ear, her bimbo body cumming hard, more juices soaking into my slacks. Magnolia sucked a final time, then she pulled her mouth from my cock. Wow, that was so yummy. I don't know why I thought I was a lezzie before. You were so right, Mr. Sciemitist. Uh-huh, I said as my wife shuddered against me, her ass clenching beneath my hands. Now go back to your mistress. I'm sure she'll find more cocks for you to enjoy. Oh, I will, Annalee moaned. And you will hold your end of the bargain? When we see you in the morning and buy your company, you'll get another dose, Alice said. Let's make sure everything is final first. Annalee smiled. I understand. You don't trust me. Trust comes with time, I shrugged as Alice put away my cock. Now I need to get my wife back to our hotel room. Yes, Alice moaned. And keep an eye out on her. Oh, Melissa and I will have a long talk, Annalee promised, glancing at the redhead. Magnolia's executive assistant paled and swallowed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals The bimbos swarmed me the moment I stepped into our hotel room. Frank had them sent there when he came to my rescue. They were all wet, fresh from the shower. After their gangbang at the party, I bet they were just filthy with cum and pussy juices. I was so sad to miss it and so glad to hear about all our new investors. With powerful Republicans and Democrats behind us in both the House and Senate, we would have no problems changing the world. People were just so horny. Sex really did make everything happen. You're back, Janet said, hugging me. I was so scared, Nicole said, her eyes wide. Kidnapping is such a bad thingie. Crime, I suggested to the former cop. Yes, a crime-thingie. I know all about those, she nodded. I was a police office. Officer, Frank said. Such a funny word. Kidnapping. You're not a kid, Alice, Becca said, pressing on my right. Your boobs are too ginormous to be a kid. Uh-huh, Veronica nodded, her eyes so serious. You missed Frank making me preggers, Donna said, bouncing behind Janet and Nicole. He was the only cock that fucked my pussy all night. He kept me full of his babies. You might be pregnant, Frank said. But I'll keep fucking you until you are. Yippee. And then the bimbos were pulling me through the Presidential Suite of the Ritz-Carlton to one of the bedrooms. Their hands touched me, stroked me, like they wanted to make sure I wasn't hurt or anything. And their touch felt wonderful. My body responded. The last of the stress of the night melted free. I was back with my family. Frank and all our naughty bimbo wives. They pushed me down on the bed, their bodies pressing against me, lips kissing and tongues licking. They were like a hungry pack of dogs. The sexiest, hottest dogs ever. Their hands caressed me as they licked and nuzzled my body. Becca and Janet took my feet, sucking on my toes, sending such naughty delight rippling through my body. Donna and Veronica sucked on my fat, pink nipples. They were so sensitive. The pleasure rippled through my body, making me squirm and moan. Nicole slid between my thighs, a huge grin on her face, her brown hair framing her excitement. She buried her into my wet pussy and licked. Oh, yes, I gasped as they sucked and licked and nibbled on my body. Oh, you wonderful bimbos. Oh, I missed you all. We were soooo super-duper scared, Becca said before she sucked on the big toe of my right foot. Uh-huh, Janet moaned before her tongue licked up my sole, making me tremble. You missed out on the bouquet! moaned Veronica before she sucked on my nipple. Bouquet? I asked in confusion. Bukakke, Frank answered, watching us as he stripped naked. She keeps calling it bouquet. So much yummy cum. Just a bouquet of it, Veronica moaned between hard sucks on my nipple. Oh, I know. I was looking forward to it, I gasped, shuddering at the pleasure wreathing my body. I trembled, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was soooo good feeling them lick and tongue me. They drove me wild. Nicole's tongue wiggled deep into my pussy, swirling through my folds. I shuddered, groaning, my body heaving. Donna's lips sucked so hard on my nipple, staying attached as my breasts jiggled. Veronica's popped off, but she found it again, nipping with her teeth, her blue eyes flashing with joy. I groaned, my pussy clenching on Nicole's delightful tongue, her cute nose nuzzling my clit. I shuddered, sparks shooting through my body, meeting the wonder tingling up my legs and racing from my nipples. They were all so wonderful. So loving. I couldn't wait for the world to experience the delight of bimbos. Some men would give their bimbos the intelligent serum, or those bimbos could arrange to receive regular treatments for a cost. But so many would just be these wonderful, caring, happy creatures that just wanted to cum and make you cum. They just wanted to love and be loved. It would make the world so much nicer. So much better. Yes, yes, yes, I moaned, humping against Nicole's face, my toes curling as Becca and Janet licked them. Veronica nipped my nipple again, shooting more delight through me. My body responded. I trembled in pure delight, the pleasure building and building in me. I groaned, Becca sucking as much of my breast into her mouth as possible, her tongue batting the nub, driving me wild. I shuddered again. It was all so much. I felt their love. I drank it in. And then I exploded. My orgasm burst through me. I writhed on the bed. It creaked and squeaked beneath me. I moaned and heaved, loving the bliss, drinking it in, letting it wash over me and bathe my mind with such bliss. It was rapture. I never wanted it to stop. I wanted it to keep going over and over, a never ending flood of ecstasy. It sounded wonderful. It had me heaving. I gasped and moaned, screaming out my orgasm for all the hotel to hear. And then I saw Frank as I writhed, stroking his cock, watching me with such relief in his eyes. He must have been so scared. I heaved and bucked, surrounded by our bimbos. Another orgasm shuddered through me. Nicole, I groaned. You need to move, sweetie. Our husband wants to fuck me. Yay! Nicole said, the lithe brunette bimbo bouncing as she moved out of the way, her tits heaving. She's all wet and hot and yummy for you, honey. Thanks, Frank said, giving her a hot kiss. Nicole shuddered, such joy bursting on her face. They all loved Frank so much. They were all so eager to please him. She grabbed his cock, pumping it while my husband savored the flavor of my pussy on her lips. Then she broke away, ushering him forward. The other bimbos pulled away, clapping and cheering, so excited for Frank to fuck me. Donna and Veronica pulled on his shoulders while Janet and Becca grabbed his cock, guiding it to my still spasming cunt, my orgasm dying. And then Frank was in me and fanned my flames. Alice, he groaned, my pussy spasming about his cock. Frank, I groaned, beaming at him as he sank all the way into my pussy. A woman's tongue was nice, but I needed a man's cock in me. My husband's. He was almost as big as a Black man, but he also knew how to fuck me with it. His was my favorite cock. I kissed him hard, tasting myself faintly on his lips. I shuddered at my spicy musk, my pussy clenching so hard on his dick as he drew back and slammed in. I moaned, humping into him, wrapping my thighs about his body. My nipples throbbed as my tits pillowed against his strong chest. His heavy balls smacked into my taint, my clit rubbing against his pubic hair and groin. He fucked me as hard as he kissed me. There was such an urgency about his motions, a desperate desire to be in me, to give me pleasure, to feel my embrace. I shared it, bucking into his thrusts, moaning into his kiss as he kept me cumming and cumming. I clutched so hard to him. Rapture washed through my mind. Fuck her, honey, Janet said. Fill her with so much yummy cum, moaned Becca. Make her preggers, too, Donna cheered. Preggers, cheered Nicole. They are so very beautiful, Veronica said. Makes my pussy all hot and itch and...oh, Donna, yes pet my pussy! The bimbos moaned around us, touching, caressing, loving each other. They squealed in delight as I shuddered on my husband's cock. The pleasure washed through my mind as I held him, his balls slamming into my taint. I spasmed about his dick, milking him. And then it happened. That wonderful moment. His cock buried into me. His cum flooded into my hungry pussy. I shuddered beneath him, gasping, moaning. My nipples rasped across his muscular chest as I convulsed, my orgasm bursting even hotter. Rapture flooded my body. Cum flooded my pussy. Our bimbos writhed about us. I kissed my husband. So glad to be safe with him. I shuddered and then I was crying. I was kidnapped tonight. I was taken. I could have been hurt. I might never have seen Frank again. He wrapped his arms about me, holding me, loving me. Making me feel safe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana Honey, Natasha beamed as the elevator doors to my secret penthouse beamed. She was naked, as usual. It was costing me a lot more in heating the place to make sure it was warm enough for my bimbo wife to run around naked. Yay, you're here. I'm soooo horny. I bet, I grinned. I have a treat for you. This is Kimberley. She's our secret lesbian wife, too. Wow, Natasha said as Kimberley, my new bimbo curtsy of one of Frank's product testers, darted in. I had been with her during the testing, making sure she wanted to be a bimbo. She absolutely did. She was so happy to be sexy and skinny and desirable. Kimberley darted to Natasha, hugging her hard, the pair kissing like they were lovers who had known each other forever instead of a pair of bimbos who had just met. I grinned at them, the heat rising in my pussy. And you won't have to be my secret wives for much longer, I said, though neither were paying attention. It's just two months away. And then the world will change and I can show you off to them. The Bills were already in draft, passed along by the Senators and Congressmen who also had their own bimbos at home. Some were wives, some were secretaries, and all were volunteers, eager to be as beautiful as possible. Part of me was sad about how superficial women could be trading perfect beauty for intelligence, but another part of me grinned at the two bimbos kissing before me. I wonder how many I could have? And how much longer before I gave in and took the serum myself. I had guarantees from Frank and Alice that they would keep me supplied with intelligence serum. Alice had another breakthrough. It now lasted a little more than a day. Though she said she preferred the hour version. I just have so much fun being an airhead. You have to try it once. Maybe I would. But until then, I had two horny women with two yummy pussies and tasty asses to lick. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals My cock throbbed as my pregnant bimbo wife sucked my cock. Five months pregnant, her belly had a delicious swell to it. I sat on the couch in our living room, Alice on my right, Veronica on my left, Becca nibbling on Alice's clit, Janet and Nicole cuddled naked on the chair, their big breasts pressed tight. On screen was Annalee, in a gorgeous business suit skirt, standing before a bank of microphones, wrapping up her press conference. The crawl at the bottom of the news report read: CEO Annalee Burrell of Femme Allure Venus Serum Press Conference. The picture shrank as the two anchors at the news desk began their commentary. I think she explained that quite succinctly, the female anchor said, a beauty pushing into her forties, her blonde hair falling around her face smooth cheeks. I could see the signs of plastic surgery keeping her looking young. And it is just a fascinating product. Even with the side-effects? her male co-anchor said. Well, the FDA and both houses of Congress have held hearings and only a minority of them have objected, along with many feminist groups, said the female anchor. But polls show women are eager for this product. Already, department stores around the nation are unlocking their doors to the long lines waiting to get in. Women want the Venus Serum, side-effects and all. Alice shifted beside me, smiling at the lines of women crowding outside stores. It was like Black Friday. We were about to become billionaires. Trillionaires. Even noted feminist Senator Delilah Murphy is on-board, the female reporter said. And wasn't that brave of her to come out as a lesbian today and stand proud with her four bimbo girlfriends. It's happening, Alice moaned, her voice throaty. My cock throbbed. No more obstacles. The mole who betrayed us to Magnolia was found and fired, our new friends in Congress and the FDA had ensured there were no serious opposition, and Femme Allure had millions of doses of the serum shipped to stores. It was happening. The world was changing before our very eyes. Up next, the female anchor said, I try out the Venus Serum myself. You'll get to see it live on air. Oh, that will be interesting, Alice panted. Yeah, I grunted and came into my pregnant bimbo's mouth. Donna gulped my cum down, her eyes sparkling with joy. Alice came a moment later. The news cut to commercial for the Venus Serum. Advertising had been hitting hard, showing women transforming on screen, including one of Senator Murphy's new girlfriends. The world would be far better populated by bimbos. They're so beautiful, Veronica giggled. Just like me. Thank you, honey, for improvising me. Yes! Alice moaned, her orgasm peaking. And then they both kissed me. The other bimbos squealed their love, moving in to swamp us in a loving pile of curvy, busty flesh. The END