"Good grief, Delia, you'd think they were both just babies and I was some kind of kidnapper! Lord, I'm their aunt, and I'm older than you were when you had them!"
Delia Wantuck sighed and nodded. She smiled at her sexy sister.
"You're right, Elaine. I'm sorry. It's just that Ted's not even here, and they've never really been away from home before. And-staying in a motel, two nights!"
The twins, meanwhile, were dancing up and down, anxious to get started. Pretty Aunt Elaine was going to take them way, way away, and they'd stay all night in a motel, spend a whole day in Disneyland, and there'd be another night in a motel-a real motel, just like where Daddy stayed. It was all too exciting.
And their mother and their aunt were just standing there, chattering at each other.
They were a good-looking pair of women. Both of them redheads, although there was a bit more orange in Elaine's mass of cascading hair, while her sister's was darker and cut considerably shorter. Both were busty as all hell, but of course Elaine was twenty and unmarried and there was a lot more spring and firmness in her plushly padded busty bulwark than in her older sister's twice-suckled tits. Both sisters had been very proud of their over-extensively developed chests since they were twelve years old, which was when each of them had begun to ripen in shocking thrusts that had their mother scampering to brassiere what promised to be powerful gloves of warm and quiveringly alive flesh.
Now Elaine was twenty and, Delia thought without quite being able to understand it, a virgin. Delia was twenty-four, and the twins, Teddy and Terry, were five years old. Too bad Ted was away on one of his damned sales conventions or meetings or whatever, all weekend, Delia thought Elaine was going to free her of all childish noise and responsibility for the next five days.
And it was time to go. And Brian was waiting...
Delia kissed both kids again, questioned them about their toothbrushes and so on again. She kissed her sister and cautioned the children to obey their Aunt Elaine again, on pain of dire consequences. Then, at last they were gone. Delia stood there and watched Elaine's new blue car reach the end of the block, pause, turn right, and disappear.
Can I stand it? For five days? Oh, wow-I'm half ready to jump up and down and shout HOORAY and half ready to cry! Staring down the empty street, Delia raised a hand to her sighing breast Then another hand joined hers, and still another, until three hands were warmly, firmly pressed to the twin hard swells pressed so tightly against the thin cloth of her faded old blouse. She smiled, almost purring, and leaned back to feel the hardness of Brian's crotch pressing just as firmly and tightly against the crease dividing her buttocks.
To tease him a little, she squirmed. His hands tightened up on her breasts.
"Just you and me babe," he murmured in her ear, his breath stirring the soft hairs there. "No Ted and no kids and no kid sister-for the whole weekend!" His palms slid around and pressed inward, trying to cover and crush the jutting cloth of the blouse where her big breasts thrust it out in a taut line of strained fabric.
Shivering, she ground her butt into his crotch.
"Oh, Brian... oh baby, I can't help being nervous about them-"
"You've told me often enough how practical and trustworthy and responsible and all that good stuff your sister is, baby. Now quit worrying and come to bed!"
"Bed! It's only ten in the morning!"
He chuckled, kneading her super-sensitive tits. "So it's only ten in the morning. So who cares? From now till Monday, sweetheart, we're on daylight sexing time!"
She laughed and turned to mold her body against his in a long, tongue-lashing, lip-crushing, hand-caressing kiss that soon had both their breathing and their heartbeats heightened to a new level of libidinous eagerness and hunger.
They paused only to make very certain the front door was locked; he had come in the back, and assured her he'd locked it behind him.
Now, grinning at her, he seized the front of the old, faded blue blouse and jerked, hard.
"Eeeeee!" she squealed-in delight. She caught herself with her hands against his shoulders as she was jerked forward. Cloth ripped and buttons tore through buttonholes and one skipped off to clatter, rolling, to the floor. Another jerk and he had totally reduced the blouse to wreck and ruin, which was precisely what he'd intended... and precisely why she'd put this very blouse on this morning. It was a game they were in love with, Delia and her illicit lover.
He grinned at her, his eyes dropping to the deep, heavy cleavage in the center of her overtaxed brassiere. His hands hovered over the bulging mounds that formed that dark cleavage, then slid down to squeeze her breasts, hard, through the bra. Her eyes rolled and she sighed in delight.
Oh, Elaine, she thought, darling baby sister, someday you're going to learn what these big milkwagons you and I have are for, and (hen, lad, you're lost! And you'll be babysitting your own kids!
She sighed again, feeling him wiggle his finger inside the little bridge of elastic between her bra cups. He tugged, then set a hand against the brief expanse of chest between her collarbones and the beginning bulge of her gorgeous breasts. With that hand he pushed; with the other he pulled.
"Bri-darling, you'll ruin my bra!"
"Right!" he said, ruining it with a swift rip, and a cascade of warm, ripe flesh poured out like twin white pillows. Instantly his hands enveloped that sexy flesh, his fingers sinking in and squeezing.
"Ummm," they sighed delightedly together, as his hands filled themselves with red-tipped tit: He began molding, tightening, pressuring the soft milky flesh until it ridged up around his fingers, even more whitely.
Both secret lovers were well aware that the sensuous redhead was quite able to experience total sexual climax through having the boundless bounty of her tits manipulated. The more ferociously the better. She loved the illusion of rape... as did Brian. Already her twitching lower body was at the boiling point of turbulent delight from which there was no return.
Grinning, he mauled and stroked, squeezed and caressed, jiggled and swung her corpulent jugs. She was moaning and groaning. She began to move against him, humping her pelvis forward and arching her shoulders back to maintain the marvelous availability of her bloated bosom. Her movements were slow at first, then faster and faster as she ground herself against his crotch.
Her hips twisted from side to side and her thighs flexed until strong tendons rippled beneath the flesh. Desperately, she tried to achieve a vertical fuck with both of them fully clothed below the waist Fever-bright, very wide and glazed with sensuality, her eyes stared at his intent face. He had to continue. They both knew that He had to go on and on, carrying her to the edge of ecstasy and over. His hands cupped and kneaded and crushed... had he tried to stop now, she'd have begged and screamed in a tormented state of sheer animalistic need.
He grinned. He was well aware of the agony/ecstasy hi her brain; he could read it in her flaring, misting eyes, hear it in her panting breaths and low moans, feel it in the urgent thumping of her clothed pelvis against his.
"Throbbing?" he smiled maliciously, squeezing his hands deeply into lushly abundant femininity.
"No, no, don't stop, I can do it," she panted, pressing her hands together at his waist and getting his belt unbuckled by feel, her upper arms pressing in to make the great milky hills of her breasts bulge even more into his eager hands.
He was already stepping out of his loafers. His pants plummeted and he began working each leg off with his opposite foot Meanwhile, after gripping and squeezing the hard bulge in his shorts, her hands moved to her own skirt and in a moment it, too, had shot downward. She stepped easily out of it All the while he continued his fondling and stroking, mauling the big, creamy breasts and the delicate little pink mushrooms tipping them. They became larger and larger, harder and harder. As he manipulated them in his hands, almost harshly, she nearly shrieked in a sheer agony of pleasure. She was panting, hard, and her fingers quivered as they peeled his shorts down his strong male hips.
"Darling... pleease... hurt them!"
"Hurt them? Your pretty titties, you mean?" he asked, in mock incredulity. Now the rampant club of his cock was liberated and her hands were hot and avid on it "Yes, yes, YES!"
"You mean to stand there and say you want these lovely things hurt?" His hands caressed gently, playing the teasing game.
"Ah, God," she gasped, trembling all over in spasms of need. "Yes! Squeeze! Mash-you know what I need!"
He circled the ends of her big breasts in his hands. "Hurt them... how much?"
"All you want!" She was almost sobbing. "Hard as you want!"
"Like... this?" His fingers dug in; thumbnails sank into elastic white flesh and left deep red marks. She groaned and jerked as if in the final throes of orgasm as her aroused breasts were nipped at the nipples.
"Ah... uh-h-hhh... oh, my dear God... yes! Like that! Harder-uh?" His cruel fingers twisted the hard points and squeezed them until she began jerking, smacking her furry crotch against his, her entire body seeming to be one huge inflamed breast, a squirming mass of hot, fleshy mounds. The room swung around her. Her hands clutched at him, sweatily.
Then, thrusting herself high on her tiptoes-and groaning, for his hands remained where they were and her nipples were stretched long and painfully-she bent his massive erection down with one hand. Straining, grunting, she managed to get it where she wanted it She felt the hardness of the big prick make its fiery contact with the soft inner flesh of her thighs, and she sighed. A thrilling sensation filled her longing vagina. She lurched forward and up.
She'd caught it! The writhing woman felt it coming, seeking her slightly protruding cunt lips, parting them, slicking into the hot wet hole of her loins.
"Yaa-a-a-aaaaaahhhhh!" she cried, the sound partially pain from her vised breasts, partly of triumph in forcing his hot cockshaft up her, partly in sheer lust as her soft, pink vaginal lips spread wide around it to take the big bulging bone up into her womb. Her belly yearned hotly open and against his, and he went up and in and in until he was locked to her sleek body and housed in its wet and stormily warm depths.
"Now!" she cried, grabbing his hands with both hers and squeezing with all her might. The silky white flesh of her tits bulged out around his encompassing fingers. "Now, now-hurt, hurt, hurt them, help-ahhhh!"
She knew the whiteness of her breasts would be bruised for days, sore tomorrow, and she didn't care, she didn't care. She was bouncing up and down on her toes, jiggling the fat jugs he squeezed and slicking her pussy up and down his swollen, surging organ of lust And it was coming, coming, coming from afar, closer and closer...
Then, with her cunt stuffed gloriously full and her needful breasts gripped in his tormenting hands and her entire body gripped in the physical and emotional power of the ultimate fulfillment of her orgasm, she came. And came, in a squealing burst of shattering ecstasy. A sudden flood of sweat poured from her and another flood that was not sweat poured down the pole of his penis.
It left her hot and panting and weak. She sagged and would have fallen but for his continuing grip of the huge bulges of her breasts and the length of sheer powerful man plugging her streaming vaginal chasm.
Slowly he released her breasts, making her moan anew as the hot blood pounded back into their swollen tips. Her knees were bent. Her arms dangled loosely and her head lolled. He held her with his hands on her waist, but only the thick steely shaft up her cunt kept her from falling. The blood-gorged glans thrust hard up against her cervix.
She moaned in pain and pleasure.
Slowly coming to life, she began riding his pounding prick again, swinging her hips and hanging on to his as she bobbed up and down.
Smiling, he bent his knees in a sudden squat that popped his body out of hers with a loud wet sucking sound.
"Oh no!"
His prick bobbed before him. He took hold of it to slap her belly.
"Kneel down, quick, quick, quick-I want to screw your tits!"
With a lascivious grin that matched his own, she went quickly to her knees and seized her breasts in her own hands. She raised them high, framed his standing cock with their pillowy masses, and clapped them together around it.
"Uh!" he groaned aloud. He stared down with glazed, lust-filled eyes at the glorious sight of the kneeling woman, another man's wife, pressing her big, white jugs together to squeeze his thick penis. Smeared with the warm thick juices of her vagina, it appeared even more lividly red between the milk-white inner surfaces of her breasts.
She began pushing them together, then relaxing her hands slightly to let their prick-filled cleavage widen a little. At the same time, she thrust them up and let them down, thrust them up again. Caressed in their radiant heat, his prick surged up and down between them. Both their heads were bent to watch, with wide, excited eyes. His hands caressed her dark red hair in an idle motion.
With bright, enraptured eyes she gazed down at the red, heart-shaped glans that came pushing up between her close-pressed tits. Then it dived out of sight into their valley again, only to reappear as she used her own hands to jack him off with her own big breasts.
His legs quivered and he began to breathe through his open mouth. He watched his pulsing, wildly throbbing cock head appear and disappear and reappear between the ripe bulges of her warm, white globes.
Then he stiffened and groaned.
With a little cry of gladness, she crammed her breasts tight around his jerking meat and bent her head low, her mouth open to catch the geysering spurt of his warm milk.
She did, with a little gurgling sound as it shot forcefully into her mouth and on to her throat. The next hot spurt of sperm did not arc so high; it shot up from his jerking dick to fall back and coat her tits. Then squirt after squirt poured up from his tight scrotum, jetting streams of pungent semen spurting forth to splotch her silky white tit-flesh. He was quivering, jerking, groaning constantly as his balls emptied themselves all over her bosom. She held its twinned halves there to catch every drop, lovingly.
She held them there and watched hotly until the final trickle of hot fluid came oozing out to slither over her heaving breasts.
Them, while he stood weakly and watched in completely captivated delight, the kneeling woman released her grip on her breasts and began running her fingers over their semen-spotted surfaces. Crooning happily to herself, knowing he was watching and utterly delighted in that knowledge, she rubbed his semen all over her tits and the soft plane of her belly and down into her wet pussy hair.
Then she looked contentedly, rather smugly up at him. She smiled.
"Oooh, baby," he gasped, reaching down to take her hands.
With a great jump and flop of her sperm-coated breasts, she came to her feet and smacked her body loudly against his. They stood there and held each other, sighing again and again and feeling the gradual slowing of their pounding hearts, beating against each other's chests.
"A shower'd go nice about now," he murmured into her hair.
Her arms tightened and she nodded against him. "Together?"
"Of course. Slicky, slimy soap all over each other... " She shivered. "And then, when we're all clean and glowing?"
"The bedroom... "
"And, and?"
"And... maybe we both put our mouths to work... "
Trembling again, she nodded and squeezed the tight hard mounds of his buttocks. "Yes, yes! And, and...?"
"And... and then do you still have those nice little rawhide boot laces?"
This time she didn't tremble; she shuddered in sheer joyful anticipation. "Yes! Yes, they're ready, I have them! What will you do with them?"
"You know, baby," he said, trying to pull her toward the bathroom.
She clung to him. "Tell me!"
"You'll watch while I grip the leather strings tightly, doubled so that they make a four-tailed whip... "
"Yes! Yes!" She shuddered passionately and squeezed him hard.
"And m raise that hand up, and up, watching your face, watching your eyes watch me... "
"Ah, God, yes, yes! Hurry, hurry, let's shower and be all clean and cool and glowy, and then you'll use your lovely cat o' four tails to whip my poor titties!"
He chuckled aloud, squeezing one surging haunch as he turned her to walk together to the bathroom. Then he imitated her, "And? And?"
"And I'll come!" she cried.
A little over a half hour later, with the homemade leather lashes dancing crazily over her stinging breasts, she screamed, in sheer, utter delight, her belly surging and her vaginal cream flowing-and wondered: what if Ted ever found out?
And what the hell was he doing right now, while his wife was getting what she needed-more than he gave her?
CHAPTER TWO
There was no sales convention. There was no sales meeting.
Delia Wantuck's husband Ted was in the Holiday Inn Northside, in Chicago. As usual on these once-monthly binges that had nothing to do with conventions -although he was entertaining a buyer-Ted Wantuck and Margo Hathaway were shacked up for the weekend.
Also as usual, she was expensively, exotically, erotically dressed and watching him with those cool green cat's eyes while she sipped a martini. She cupped the bowl of the stemmed glass in both hands and studied him over its rim.
Her long-sleeved black lace "coat" came together only once in front, where a single snap joined it just below the pushy mounds of her breasts. The snap was disguised by a small, dangling black bow. She showed a great deal of her bare, well-tanned flesh above that juncture of cloth, and a great deal below, before the harem skirt began. It was slung low on her thighs, beneath the little pucker of her stomach that was so small and sleek he could more than cover its faint outward bulge with one hand. The elastic tape dug into her tightly, but her body was so sparse of unnecessary flesh that her hips hardly bulged over the deep-cutting band. Multicolor chavacette nylon, die harem skirt contained enough yards of fabric to make a dress for Mama Cass. It swirled and rustled when Margo walked; it formed a slinky, sexy corolla all around her when she sat The split front didn't show, but Ted knew it was there. The skirt was open all the way down the front from the hip-hugger band to the ankle-length hem. It was just that mere was so much cloth it appeared to be a complete, totally chaste-although maximally sexy- skirt Both of them knew that the skirt, like Margo Hathaway, was anything but chaste.
Ted Wantuck's major account, and thus his main bread-and-butter, was Hillenbrand's, Inc. Margo Hathaway was buyer, top buyer answerable only to one of the vice presidents and to the president himself, of Hillenbrand's.
He had been struck by her the first time he saw her. Ted was a shade over five-feet-eleven inches tall. Margo, even in the low, hideously blocky heels that were current fashion, was the same height. Tall, and slim, she had a carven face topped off by silver-blond hair she wore drawn swirlingly back and bunned. She was good looking enough to get away with that kind of hairdo. And the hair itself was thin and wispy, like spun strands of cobwebbery.
There was only the faintest suggestion of a slant to her wide-set green eyes, and they looked straight at you, without wavering. A most confident woman, he had known that within seconds after he'd met her.
Perhaps too confident. On his second trip after she'd taken over Hillenbrand's buying, they went to dinner.
"Is this the motel where you're staying?" she asked, when they were lighting post-dinner cigarettes and feeling the first inner warmth of the post-dinner brandy. Her voice was a caress, silk drawn over butter.
He had nodded. "Yes, it is."
"How convenient," Margo Hathaway had purred, and twenty minutes later they were in his room. He had been captivated by her body, so totally different from his wife's. He still was.
Margo's tits were hard white apples. Her bulging mount rose between sleek, well-tanned thighs to thrust nakedly out in open invitation; it was completely naked, shorn of hair, and excitingly pink.
That shocking genital nakedness was framed by long, almost angular thighs and flowing slim hips with gentle hollows in their sides where they joined the round, bowlike cheeks of her trim and compact little ass.
Between which cheeks, after she'd been fingered a licked and sucked to as much orgasmic joy as she could possibly stand, she liked to take his cock.
She was a strange woman. The invitingly hairless bare bulge of her cunt was deceptive. All she wanted in its wet slit was fingers and tongue. Cock she liked in the anus, where she was easily entered but nevertheless fantastically tight and fiery hot These now-monthly trysts had first begun seven months ago. It was she who had made them regular, almost ritualistic. After that first spontaneous night together he had learned that he was, in a manner of speaking, Margo's male sex slave. She was the buyer for his major account. If she decided that she didn't like him, she had the power to get him into impossible, inextricable trouble with his company's management She could also begin buying a great deal more from the fat bald salesman for Hargis and Sons, and thus a lot less from Ted Wantuck.
So... one weekend each month he met her here in Chicago, for sex on her terms. Or else.
He didn't really mind too much.
"Umm, what a lovely martini," she purred. "Let me just pour us one more while you get undressed so I can see your lovely tool, darling."
Ted nodded and undressed, while Margo poured. They met in the center of the room. She handed him his glass with her right hand, meeting his eyes directly, and slid her left hand over his cock at the same time.
Her fingers slid loosely up and down the thickening stalk of hot flesh, working the rumply foreskin back and forth over the swollen head.
His own hand smoothed over her long sleek hip, made even more sleek and silky through the yards and yards of fabric of her un-skirt Her slightly-slanted green eyes narrowed, just a little, gazing into his. Her lips, shiny and almost metallic with some frosted lipstick that never came off, widened just slightly in a ghost of a smile.
They sipped. They parted to sit facing each other and talk about things; whether Bangladesh would make it, whether India would survive the last half of the century; whether America would; whether Agnew was a great man or the worst man in government since McCarthy. They differed there, but it didn't matter, they were not husband and wife and didn't have to live together-and other totally-sexual matters.
Then they each turned up that second after-dinner martini, and the conversation was at an end.
She stood in a fluid motion of supple, long woman whose body was kept scrupulously in shape and whose vanity about that tall svelte body was readily admitted. She thought it looked better tanned, and she wore a year-round tawny look, from frequent and carefully-timed exposures to her sunlamp. She thought her breasts were nice and firm enough not to package, so during the day she kept them free and unbound. But once she was home and had done ten minutes of breast-enhancing, muscle-toning exercises, she raised them high on a shelflike platform bra, and she slept in it. That was to stave off any possible sag to a relaxation of the muscles, during her bra-less days.
She was thirty-three but her face looked twenty-five and her body looked twenty or less. A very dangerous sort of Other Woman. Except that both Ted and she knew that she would always be the Other Woman; she was quite uninterested in marriage.
Besides, she lived with a nineteen-year-old girl named Melanie, an overbuilt beauty who was completely lesbian and was content to be Margo's and to have Margo as hers on all nights but the one weekend when Margo trysted with Ted. Melanie could live with that; she was too much in love to endanger her position in the two-woman apartment by saying anything against Ted or any other man.
Ted's great hope was that someday they would make it a threesome. He was looking forward to that. He'd seen Melanie. She was broad of hip, bulging of butt, and big in the tits like his wife and sister-in-law. He wondered if it were possible those big jugs of hers weren't as sensitive as Delia's.
Margo's, exposed now as she unsnapped the front of the black lace coat-which was elasticized and sprang away from the front of her body, were impossibly firm, impossibly conical and pointed. They were set both wide and high, so that the expanse of flesh from their out-thrusting bases to her shaven vulva was a long and exciting one indeed.
They drilled into Ted's bare chest as they kissed, her tongue working excitedly against his in response to the soft impalement of her mouth. The slow flame of desire flickered up through their thighs and up into their bellies. Her kiss flogged his passions, her hands moving and her tongue now exploring his open mouth, firing every nerve of his squirming body.
Without interrupting their kiss, his hands found the opening of her skirt, parted it, and then slipped down over the incredibly smooth bulge of her cunt She sighed into his mouth and ruffled the hair at the back of his head and neck.
She moved backward to the bed. They moved in unison, as though they were dancing to music only they could hear.
Then she was lying back, her skirt and her legs open, and he was gazing down at her. His cock had grown stiffer and stiffer and thicker until now it stood, distended before his belly like a slightly-curved column of tan-red iron.
A sensation of rapture suffused her and she quivered as he gazed hungrily down at her. Her throat moaned out a little gurgling sound of sheer aroused joy.
"I love for you to look at me like that!"
"I love to look at you like this," he told her.
With a licentious curving of her hips, she arched her hips to expose and urge her slippery cleft up to him.
Her pouting, wet-lipped slash fell enticingly open. That sexy slit and its soft puffy lips were like sweetmeats laid bare for his feasting. Smiling, he mounted the bed for the banquet.
His kneeling body hovered over her long, supple nakedness.
She trembled, practically feeling the hot libidinous force of his gaze fixed on the fiercely-pink bulge between her silky, tan thighs. He bent, and bent, his hands opening her thighs wider, spreading her legs. She knew her cunt lips were slightly parted, open-and then she squealed as he buried his head between her open thighs.
His mouth opened wide to enclose the soft swollen lips of her deeply-cleft, juicing cunt.
It became a juicing chasm. She sighed.
Then she squealed again as he sucked and chewed and nibbled, all the while letting his tongue slither over the soft, slippery flesh he held trapped in his mouth. Her fingers began to work nervously against the sheet. The tendons and well-toned muscles of her thighs made themselves visible, rippling beneath the skin.
He released her and now she felt it: his beloved tongue, digging inside, worshiping her hot, steaming cunt. His lips kneaded and manipulated hers, his tongue digging into the slippery, heated hole, and she moaned at the feeling of that soft, wet probe. It was a live thing that speared in and lapped inside her.
Her own hands rose to touch her breasts. She quivered, just at the brief fingertip caress, like butterflies curveting over the nipples. Almost in an instant, they became steely, deeply-pink spikes straining toward the ceiling. Her hands fluttered over her breasts and ribs, down to test the firmness of her flat belly, which pleased her. She stroked his moving head. Exerting the musculature of her belly's plane surface, she raised her head to smile down at the top of his. Only the crown was visible. His face was buried in her pussy.
Straining to sit up without pushing with her hands- the exercise was good for her waist and stomach-she rose above him. Her hands lid down to cup his head on either side. Then she gripped it. His tongue lanced wetly in and out of her. She lifted her knees, clamping his head now between both thighs and both hands.
Then she started fucking herself to his face.
She rocked her hips and jerked her silky little butt up and down. She was sighing in rapture. Her nostrils flares passionately wide and her eyes were shut tight. The supple lips of her oily channel screwed themselves rapidly on his thirsting, delving tongue.
He shoved it in deeply and wiggled it inside her. He was blind and nearly deaf, squeezed at her vulva by strong thighs and pressing hands. His nostrils were filled with the musky scent of her perfume, the heavier redolence of her flowing vaginal chasm. He sucked and licked, pulling out of the warm, fluttery slit the juices his tongue stirred up inside it.
She sank back onto the bed, still holding him fast. Her eyes were veiled by a trancelike mist and her body quaked with a sort of tearless crying.
Then, having waited to catch just the right moment, he whipped his tongue out of the wet hole, slicked it up just between the soft pink lips, and stabbed her clitoris with it.
She came, almost instantly.
Without a movement, he held her lower mouth between his wide-open lips, neither licking nor sucking, while she squirmed and sighed and made little helpless whining noises in her orgasm. He knew she could not take any sort of stimulation, could not stand even the slightest lingual pressure on her hairless little slit, not for awhile, until the super-sensitization of her climax had passed.
He always wanted to put it into her at such times, put it in and feel her terminal contractions, put it far in and fuck her violently. He had tried that, once, and there'd been a hell of a scene. He was content to make it now on her terms. They weren't that strict. And afterward, at last, there would be the tight, hot, glovelike passage of her asshole, clamping all around his prick until he shot her bowels full of semen. Delia thought it was sinful and depraved and lord knows what else, so that he was both content and delighted to receive, away from home, what was denied him in his own bed.
At last she was recovered from her violent orgasm, and then he began kissing her.
He kissed the warm inner hollows of her thighs. His loving lips brushed gently over her still-wet, smooth-shorn pussy. He kissed the hard thrust of her pubic bone, above that sighing pink slit He kissed his way all over her stomach and her sides, and up her ribs, and then he kissed her trembling, conical, fantastically upstanding tits, covering every millimeter of their firm, almost hard flesh with his lips.
Her hands caressed his face; her sighs caressed the air about them. It seemed to hang heavy with sexuality, thick and perfumed.
He began the journey to her cunt this time kissing with his tongue. He covered every inch of her, between collarbones and vulva, with his tongue, left every inch of that choice flesh coated with his saliva.
Then he returned to her breasts.
He sucked the pretty peaks of her tits in and out of his mouth and let his tongue adore the sleek, satiny feeling of the flesh below those upstraining nipples. He kissed them, nuzzling with his lips, and he sucked. His teeth nipped the budlike buttons in tiny love bites. She lay sighing and slightly squirming, her hands running down his body to tangle their fingers in his thick bush of pubic hair, to tickle teasingly at his balls and slip up the long thick shaft of his cock.
Sucking her nipples with steadily mounting force, he slid a hand down to find her clitoris and press it. It rolled about beneath his finger, which strove to follow its slippery gyrations.
Once again, spasms of pleasure swelled in her abdomen and shook her violently. She convulsed in ecstasy, her eyes misty with satiation.
After that she wanted to put her own mouth to work, and she gave him rapturous ecstasy and thrilling agony by tormenting his nipples with her mouth. She licked and sucked and nibbled for many minutes, now and again tightening her teeth slowly, so slowly and gradually, until he groaned aloud and speared a finger all the way up her sweltering, slitted cunt. Then she would ease up the toothy pressure, and her tongue licked away the throbbing pain of returning circulation.
Her hands pulled and squeezed at his balls, slid up and down the turgid shank of his penis, delved under the fur-soft scrotum to slip inquisitive ringers up into the crack of his ass. She made him gasp and writhe with attentions that were at once torturous and entirely sexy and welcome.
She was a woman who'd been tall and skinny, and was constantly reminded of it when she was a girl. She was a woman in a man's business, and she was doing a man's job-for which she received less salary than her male predecessor. He had been less competent, and even her superiors knew that. But she, after all, was female. And even in her lovemaking she had found little ways to be the aggressor, to tease, to give almost-pain to her partner. And he loved every moment of it. . Then they rearranged themselves. He lay oh his back with a pillow folded beneath his head, raising it high. She moved astride him until her bent knees were in his armpits, her thighs wide parted and his hands around their outer surfaces to cup and toy with her small, very round buttocks. Directly above his face, her pink-lipped pussy bulged downward and was open, parted, eager for attention.
He watched it coming down, closing the distance between his lips and the softer pink ones of her vulva. The lobes were so wet and hairless and slippery and yet so firm, so ready to close snugly up when she put her legs together, that standing she looked as virginal as a ten-year-old.
But not now. Now, as she knelt astride him and lowered her cunt to his waiting face, the lips were well parted and the vertical mouth gaped open, smiling side-wise at him.
Then their mouths came together, his face and her lower lips.
He kissed, deeper and deeper and with more and more force, folding the plump silken labia inward and then thrusting his tongue in after them. He tried to pierce her womb with a tongue that was far from adequate to reach the final back wall of that deep, pulsing, flowing cunt.
She knelt over him and greeted his torrid attentions with breathless little sobs of sheer libidinous enjoyment. Her eyes rolled in sensuous joy. Her hips wagged as he continued dipping his tongue into the bottomless well between her soft pubes.
Then he fastened his puckering lips to the hard fleshy thimble of her clit and sucked it vigorously. She cried out. She jerked, hunched, stiffened and had to fight to relax. Her bowed body streamed sweat and her little belly pouched out and sank in, up and down, with her panting breaths.
Sucking her twitching clitorial nubbin with all his strength, he tasted the slippery leakage from her soft vaginal walls, flowing down between his lips as if he were drinking at a warm fountain.
"Ng-ng-nGAAAAAHhhhhh!" she groaned. Her kneeling body was jerked with violent shudders. "Ah! Ahhhhggh!"
She was teetering on the edge of orgasm, he knew, and he pressed his hands tightly over the bulging rounds of her silky butt. His fingers slithered about in the slick-skinned central crease. He teased at the hot little hole there. And his mouth continued sucking her clit, stretching and stretching it.
She screamed. Her body quaked and bounced. She went stiff all over, shuddering with the force of her tension, and screamed again. Then she seemed to limp-en as if struck in the head.
Using the quivering columns of her thighs for leverage, he slid himself out from beneath her. On the bed behind her, he turned swiftly over, swung around and got to his knees. His penis was a heavy, urgent weight dragging at him, bobbing and pounding with engorging blood. He came to his knees behind her and reached for her uptilted haunches.
Her kneeling position, her head down now to rest on the sheet, presented him with an inspiring view of the warm round swells of her butt-and the wrinkled, pursed orifice they framed within their deep valley. The bulging head of his prick throbbed into it to lie against the little hole. The prick head looked enormous. The hole looked tiny. ,f And the hole swallowed him up.
The big knobby head of his cock went burrowing up her always-receptive ass until his entire cock shaft was encased in that hot, tender-walled channel. Her little movements, her practiced muscular control, and his steady pushing had forced his penis to nose deeply up her rectum, as far as it could go.
Sweat sheened the torpedo shapes of her tits, dangling and bobbing beneath her. Her shoulders worked and her conical breasts swung in broad circles to slap each other when she humped, rocking herself forward and back.
His groin flattened the tight softness of her buttocks. His pushing pelvis and hips spread their roundness farther and farther apart as he surged forward and back, in and out.
He was cruising easily now. She was relaxed, and wet, and open, a snug but moist, perfectly-fitted sheath for the stabbing weapon of his loins. He pushed it in and watched it slid wetly deep, then nearly out, until he shoved it into the panting woman again with slaps of his flesh onto hers.
Groin met buttocks in synchronous slapping, grinding contact. She was lurching nearly as forcefully as he, fucking her ass on him. Moist, hot flesh ran in and out of moist hot flesh. Her sinuous hips flexed and rotated with lascivious sensuousness. Her hard tits seemed to swell and soften, leaping and dangling and swinging beneath her, feeling terribly heavy. The nipples were fat and red, yearning downward.
Her movements made her soft undulating asscheeks caress his crotch and the muscular firmness of his lower belly.
He stared down between them, down the shiny valley splitting her rump, to watch every outward tug and inward flow of his tool, disappearing up her anus and emerging to swoop back in once more. Each inthrust sent the thick hot pole of hardened flesh deep into the humid tunnel it had drilled open.
He jerked hard, whipping himself in and out of the heat of her clasping rectum with rapid strokes that jarred her entire kneeling body.
And she moved. She squirmed and pressed back in a whirling maelstrom of carnal passion. She loved it, loved his hands on her, his body hammering her butt, his cock racing in and out of her ass. All she wanted now was the feel of his big tool in its final swelling, and the final erupting into her of his inner volcano.
She worked for it, moving carefully but with more and more abandon. Undulating the flaring cheeks of her butt so that her body caressed his throbbing prong rhythmically, deep inside her asshole.
His desire was the same as hers.
He had demanded and received easy entry into her body's most intimate and tightest aperture, the snug little mouth of her ass. Now he wanted to drown her bowels, to send out hot streams of jism that would spurt hoselike up her hot, tight rectal channel until it bubbled out around his cock, out of her squirming asshole like thick white milk.
And it was coming.
He pounded it in and jerked his hips back and forth, trying to make his hugely engorged penis swing in a channel far too snug to allow such movement. She rammed backward, smacking him almost painfully with her taut-skinned buttocks.
Then, suddenly, his eyes blazed and his head jerked up. His hands clamped tightly to her kneeling body. He groaned.
With a last painful throb of the blood-filled knob of his penis, he began shooting it into her. Warm semen spewed into her rectal hollow like a flood. It spurted into her to the last sticky droplet, until it was bubbling up around his tight-held cock.
His liquid sperm began to overflow in dribbling little streams.
Fucking tall slender Margo, filling her asshole with prick and then with semen, he had no thought whatever to his wife or his titsy sister-in-law, Elaine.
CHAPTER THREE
Elaine couldn't figure it out "Damn!" She slapped the car savagely, then grunted and wrung her smarting hand. Shielding her eyes from the warming afternoon sun, she glanced around. Her eyes dropped to the two big-eyed children in the back seat. She smiled, in spite of herself. She had to maintain a show of confidence and courage for them.
"What is it Aunt 'Laine?"
She shook her head. "I don't... know. Something wrong with the radiator or maybe the, ah, water pump," she said, helplessly.
Teddy and Terry jumped out to join her at the front of the car. All that was clear was that the radiator was very, very hot and there was a strange chemical-burn smell in the air. The high-pitched whine had stopped, at least They could hear the bubbling of boiling water and anti-freeze. Their nervous eyes rose to study their attractive aunt, hopefully.
She tried to stand tall before their gazes. Unbound, her orange-red hair cascaded in fiery locks and swirls. The top two buttons of her sleeveless blouse were undone, showing the deep cleavage of her pneumatic, protuberant breasts. They thrust forcefully forward against the white cotton of the blouse. Sleeveless and shaped, the blouse was tucked into a pair of tight pale purple hip huggers that revealed and emphasized the ripe young perfection of her body.
She smiled at the kids again. "It'll be all right. Aunt Elaine will..." She broke off to glance up the road at the sound of an approaching car. She hoped it was a man. Surely no one could resist stopping for a stranded woman with two cute kids... she knew how to get most anything she wanted from a man. With a tiny smile, she bent slightly over her car's hot engine. She knew very well that her excellent breasts were swinging forward, pressing hard at the blouse and bulging in the V formed by the undone buttons.
She'd been called a prick-tease, and more than once. But Elaine didn't look at it that way. Sex-all the way sex, that is-was for the Big One, the one you married. He could have anything and do anything he wanted, and just thinking about things like that made her go all trembly and prickly and warm in the crotch. But meanwhile, she been blessed with one hell of a body, just like her sister, except that hers was still taut and youthfully muscular. She had learned very early how easy it was to get her way in some things, by showing just the. right amount of flesh, by doing just the right things with her hips and her lungs.
"Wow," Teddy said, and even Elaine was hard put not to stare. The car that eased up and stopped was a beauty, very shiny as if it had been washed fifteen minutes ago, a metallic bronze-green Cadillac. Inside were a man and a woman, but they looked more like father and daughter than married.
"What's the trouble?" He asked the question without getting out, sitting there and blocking the other lane. But there was little traffic on this road. The Interstate didn't pick up again for some forty miles. He wore rather a lot of hair, which was brown and gray and swept back to mark him as not being in the younger generation. His head was big, bigger with all that hair, and he wore a full and bristly-looking mustache. His eyes were strange, flat and hooded, like that guy who was married to Audrey Hepburn, Ferrer.
Elaine told him what had happened, getting it together pretty well.
First, she'd heard the whining. It was a wail, coming from up under the hood. Then she'd checked the gauges, taking her foot off the accelerator automatically, and what she saw had frightened her: the temperature was up in the red. Even as she watched, the needle went the rest of the way and pressed tightly against the restraining bar on the gauge. She had pulled over and stopped immediately, thinking she was somehow out of water.
But when she'd opened the hood and used a handful of tissues to loosen the radiator cap, it wasn't only steam that gushed forth, but a spurting ocean of bluegreen anti-freeze. She'd tightened the cap again, which hadn't been easy.
"Hm," he hummed, frowning. "Let me pull over in front of you and I'll have a look. I'm afraid I don't know much about what makes cars run, though."
She was aware of his eyes; she had bent to his car to tell him what had happened, deliberately letting his peek into the tight, deep canyon between the tempting double curve of her breasts. She had learned to assume that hers were the shapeliest jugs people have ever seen, and she knew they made men's mouths go dry while they wondered, Are those real?
They were, too fleshy and too real to consider bra-lessness. She'd tried that around the house. And been plagued with her own jiggling, joggling, swinging ounce. It hurt.
He pulled over onto the shoulder in front of Elaine's car and got out to come back, a thick man of a little more than average height, broad shouldered and too big to be stomachless. He wore some sort of British-y, expensive-looking whipcord pants, low boots, and a plain gold shirt with a silk scarf knotted around his neck. The ends trailed down over a chest she could see was hairy.
The woman or girl was getting out, too. She was young and slim, busty but not like Elaine, and rather slender in the hip and long in the leg. Her mass of center-parted black hair was pulled back and bound in a sort of ponytail that hung down her back. She was very pretty, and she had eyes just like his. She didn't appear to be wearing any makeup at all. Pale blue shirt with the tails out; gleaming white riding pants and boots you associate with jockeys, tall and tight and business-looking.
They frowned over the hot-engined car. Once Elaine caught him rolling his eyes sidewise, again checking out her bulging blouse. She knew damned well what her best features were, but she pretended maidenly concern and buttoned the top button.
"Maybe the pump," he said. "I can't see-"
"Here it is, Colonel," the girl said. "Look-the fan belt's broken."
It was. It dangled.
Elaine frowned. "But how would that... I thought it was the radiator!"
She didn't much care for the girl's superior expression or tone. "The fan belt's just that, a big fan. It blows cool air. Without it, the water boils." She shrugged. "That's it. You'll have to have a new one put on." She glanced along the car. "Hm. This is a Gremlin, isn't it? I have no idea how hard it is to put a fan belt on-sometimes it's a bitch." She glanced at the children just after she said that word, but she made no comment, nor did she look guilty or concerned. "Anyhow, it's a cinch none of us can do it. Where are you headed?"
Elaine told them where they were headed, where they'd come from, and their names, unnecessarily. She also added that these were her sister's children.
The man nodded. He was about forty-older? A little younger? Elaine couldn't be sure. "I'm Martin Chandler, Miss-Rogers?"
Elaine nodded.
"And this is my daughter, Felice. The car can't be drive now, Miss Rogers. You'd crack the engine block, and that is trouble. We could wait a lot of hours for it to cool, or call the garage in town-it's about fifteen miles-to come tow it in. Presumably they'd get a new fan belt on it in an hour, but the whole operation might take three."
"Ohhh!"
"Aunt Elaine-aren't we going to get to Disneyland?"
Chandler smiled. "You'll get to Disneyland, Teddy my boy. You'll get there. The car's just a little sick, it isn't dying. You look like you could use a lemonade."
"A lemonade! Oh boy!"
Chandler turned to Elaine. "My home's very close. Lock up the car, come along, and we'll get everyone something cool to drink while you're waiting. Ah," he said, jerking his head and reminding her of a physician with an argumentative patient. All she'd done was open her mouth for the ritual protest. "Don't say it-we'll be delighted, and it's certainly no trouble. We're here, we're on our way home, and you can call from there. All right, twins, into my car!"
That's what they did. The little Gremlin looked rather forlorn sitting there on the roadside, surrounded by open fields and distant trees, locked up tightly.
Martin merely slid into the Cadillac, under the wheel, which Elaine thought was okay, since he was older. His daughter stood aside, and Elaine got in front, in the middle. It was a broad bench seat, and her body didn't have to touch the man's. Felice swung her rounded butt in and secured the door. They were all ordered to buckle up.
"You really think all that's real, Colonel?" the girl asked as he eased the car back onto the highway.
"We'll have to find out, Felice. Excuse us, Miss Rogers-Felice was taking up the conversation we'd been having when we saw you. You've made good time, today. I'll bet your sister doesn't know you've got her children so far along the road!"
Pleased, smiling, Elaine said, "That Gremlin can scoot, and I do like to drive it. Yes, I guess we have made good time-but this sure puts a hole in that. Now excuse me but why does your daughter call you Colonel, Mister Chandler?"
He chuckled. "Everyone does. It's a title I once earned, and it stuck."
"Are you a real Colonel?" Teddy asked from the back seat, leaning forward onto the back of theirs.
"Ouch-sit back, Teddy, you hurt my ear," Chandler said. "Yes, I am. Or anyhow, was."
"Colonel Chandler then," Elaine amended, but nobody said anything. She felt quite out of her element. The Chandlers had money. While probably twice her age, he was an attractive man who acted very confident. So did his daughter-and Elaine couldn't forget her superior tone and manner when she explained why the car was in trouble because of a broken fan belt. And she'd spotted it, too.
Elaine wished she had. She sat back, arching her chest. Felice let her eyes slide over it, then looked out the window.
They turned off almost at once, onto a part-asphalt and part-gravel road that was obviously not too well kept. Miles later, they turned again, and this time the road was strictly gravel and strictly narrow. A little stream wound alongside, dark and shaded by the tall trees.
Elaine wished she'd checked the odometer when she got in; they had come miles, she was sure. Then she saw the house, and she stared.
"Gosh," Terry said.
Yeah, Elaine thought, gosh.
It wasn't a house. It was a mansion, a stately, handsome, well kept-up structure that looked like it had been here since before the Civil War. Chandler pulled up onto a circular gravel driveway, stopped right in front of the columned, high-roofed porch, and they all got out.
The house was a mansion inside, too, and beautifully appointed, with a huge entry hall and great, heavily-furnished rooms. Elaine was astonished when Felice took charge of the children, hauling toys and games out of a big chest on the sun porch off the dining room. A plump, grandmotherly-looking woman came in and made grandmotherly noises. Mrs. Chandler; Martin's mother. She headed kitchenward in quest of lemonade and cookies.
"Hey-I'd better make that call to the garage," Elaine said.
"Of course," Chandler said. "Come along into the study. Oh-Hoffman!"
Elaine looked at the man he called, and her eyes widened a little.
Hoffman was very tall and looked as if he belonged in football gear rather than in the white T-shirt and chinos he wore. His chest was massive; his arms well rounded with muscle. The contrast of his gleaming mahogany skin against the V-necked T-shirt was beautiful. She tried not to stare at him while the Colonel explained the trouble.
Hoffman's eyes flicked to her; back to the Colonel. "You've forgotten the phone trouble, Colonel. I'll take the station wagon into town and buy a fan belt" He shrugged. "I can put it on just as fast as those guys at the garage." Then, grinning with a blinding display of superb teeth, "Faster!"
Elaine was frowning. "But-now we are putting you out. Til just-"
"You're not Miss Rogers. Felice is delighted with your children, probably telling them stories about her old toys. And you saw how mother acted-she's crazy about children and not too happy about not having any grandchildren. As to Hoffman-this man loves fooling with automobiles. We're all delighted!"
"All-all right" Elaine said, a little doubtfully-but Hoffman was already leaving. And the children were getting a little noisy.
"Felice!" Chandler called. "Hold it down in there!"
"Ill talk to them," Elaine said, a little defensively. She hurried in to the twins. Lemonade and cookies came. Mrs. Chandler told them stories about when Felice, her only grandchild, had been their age. Felice rolled her eyes and looked superior. The children played with old toys that seemed quite clean and not at all musty. Elaine checked her watch now and then.
The kids had been too excited to sleep before, and now, with cookies and lemonade in her little belly, Terry fell asleep. Teddy was obviously working very hard to stay awake and miss nothing. Colonel Chandler called Elaine into his study, offered her a little glass of Tokay, and answered her question by assuring her Hoffman knew what he was doing and would be along soon. Then Chandler asked if she were interested in old guns, which she wasn't but she looked and listened just the same. His collection was more interesting than she'd imagined; she'd seen things like flintlocks and double-barreled pirate pistols only in movies.
Then Chandler glanced out the window. "There you are, Miss Rogers-there's Hoffman, and look at what he's driving!"
"Oh, wonderful!" She hurried to smile fondly out the window at her little car, and she gave the huge mahogany-skinned man a big smile as he climbed out He nodded, smiled briefly, and walked toward the big barn over the right of the house.
"I'll take him back to your station wagon," Elaine said. "Oh, and I am so grateful to you all!" Smiling, she went to get the children. Chandler was enjoying the way her breasts jiggled with her excited movements.
She stopped in the doorway to the sun porch.
It was empty. The toys had all been put away and glasses and saucers removed. The children weren't there. Icy ringers gripped her intestines as she turned to Chandler with wide eyes.
"They aren't here!"
"You're right," he said, nodding.
"But-where are they?"
"Mother probably put them to bed. Aren't you sleepy, Miss Rogers?" He smiled paternally at her. His eyes dropped to the thrust of her blouse.
"But we-they can't just-would you call your mother, please? We have to go, Colonel!"
Her heart was pounding-and yes, she was sleepy.
He waved a hand and raised his brows coolly. "There's no hurry, surely. It's late in the afternoon, anyhow. Three hours at most till darkness. You have absolutely no business driving after dark, Miss Rogers."
His voice seemed hypnotic. And the sun seemed to be dimming. And her knees were weak. Her stomach fluttered and she took deep breaths, trying to shake off the feeling of ennui.
He caught her as she fell.
She awoke on a leather couch in the study, feeling weak and sweaty and confused. The Colonel sat at his big desk with a brandy glass at his hand. He was studying her, and he nodded a greeting when she awoke. She realized that the room was dark but for the lamp on the desk. Her eyes went wide and swung to the window. Dark. It was night.
She swung her feet off the couch, felt a moment of vertigo, and then she was sure she was all right. She stared at him, feeling that this was not real. The conversation that followed was no more real: The Colonel: "Hello. The children have been given their supper and put to bed. As you noticed, it's night" Elaine: "But-what hap-we have to go!"
Chandler: "Not really. You can stay. It's a big house. And after all, who's going to know? Anyhow, I'm Very interested in your big tits."
Elaine thought, he's mad. Oh, my God. And those eyes-unwavering, strange, flat, staring-they send shivers up my spine! They're so dark-ifs like they're all black, and seeing right through me! The children... I've got to act calm, and very forceful.
"Pm sure I'm flattered, Colonel Chandler, and we're grateful for the hospitality. But we have to go. And now!"
He shook his head.
Her eyes revealed the fear that slithered through her body. But still she made the effort to speak crisply.
"This is-impossible, Colonel Chandler." She stood, trying to make herself tall. "Where are the children?"
He sighed. "Well, if you insist on leaving-we'll take care of them." He paused, staring at her, watching her hand go to the straight-backed chair before the desk, in a sudden steadying motion. He nodded. "But-you remain here voluntarily, Elaine dear, or I can't promise that the children will be... well treated."
Her mouth opened in a gasp of both surprise and shocked terror. "The-the children," she said weakly. She was leaning on the chair. Her head seemed to be spinning. A shudder ran through her, leaving her weak.
"You'd better sit down," he said with quiet authority.
Slumping into the chair, she stared at him. "But- you can't do this!" Her faltering voice indicated her refusal to accept the ugly reality. Anyhow, I'm very interested in you and your big tits, he'd said.
"But... he... I... oh, God, I wish I were flat and ugly! It's impossible! My sister-her husband will... " She broke off. He knew as well as she that no one would have any idea where they were. "It's impossible," she added, weakly.
"Oh, no," he said, "not at all. It's really very easy. You'll see." He almost smiled.
She slumped hopelessly in the straight chair. Her head refused to cease its turning, turning. She could only stare, rather stupidly, at him.
"Those twins," he said softly, reminiscently. "Someone needs to take over their upbringing... they're a little too loud." He looked steadily at her. "Perhaps I should assume their disciplining."
"My God!" She put up her hands to try to steady her spinning head with clammy palms. "Oooh... no... "
"I think having their plump little bottoms spanked now and then would do them both a world of good, don't you? Obviously your sister has been far too lenient with them. He smiled meaningfully, but his eyes remained flat and hooded.
"Please," she pleaded dully, "not, the, children!"
He shrugged. "I'm in no mood to sit and chat, Elaine. I feel more like playing... rough. Perhaps we should wake the twins and begin their new upbringing."
Her mind was numb. Her mouth failed to pour out the flood of words she wanted to loose on him. She was unable to say anything.
He started to rise.
"No! Not the children!"
"The children," he said quietly, staring steadily, "or... you."
She swallowed. But she could only say, "Not... the children."
He smiled. "You then. Listen to me, Elaine. The twins will be fine, I assure you. If."
"If-f... " she echoed dully.
"Yes. If you obey all my, ah, instructions, and respond immediately. My requirement is very simple. You will obey me implicitly and instantly, in all things, and without silly protests or stupid emotional outbursts. Do you understand?"
"You can't-"
"Yes I can. I am. I will."
"What-what do you... want?"
He smiled. "You."
"My G... you can't do this!"
Then she shrank back in the chair as he came around the desk to her. He slapped her across the face, and he slapped hard. Her head jerked and her hair streamed and flew.
"Don't tell me I can't; I can prove that I can! I asked if you understand. I'm sure you heard me. The point is do you have enough intelligence to understand?"
"Yes!" she sobbed. No, no, unreal, unreal. Wake up, Elaine...
"Good. That's good." She flinched at the return of his hand, but this time it was merely to stroke her cheek.
"B-but why-y-y-y?" she begged plaintively. She worked hard to check the tears leaking from her shimmering eyes.
"Because you're a very sexy and attractive girl, and you have just enough independence and pride-and sense of responsibility. And because you have nice big fat tits, and I like nice big fat tits."
She gasped.
"You will be bound, you understand, this way and that, and of course you'll be whipped a bit-"
"Oh, God. NO!"
He smiled. "Oh, God, yes. It's very simple. You are going to serve me, like a slave!"
She could not believe she heard what she was hearing. No! Her ears heard; her mind refused to accept Her brain spun like a top. She felt dizzy-and hot very prickly, and scared. "But-why?" she gasped again, in a tiny voice. "Why would you want to-to do to me-e-e?"
"For one thing, as I said, I do admire those overdeveloped titty-bulges of yours." He sighed. "I'm afraid it can be said, definitely, that I am a breast man, Elaine. And you, after all, are a breast man's dream! But also because you are strong, and independent, driving half across the country this way, with someone else's children, and-it will pleasure me greatly to have a woman like that acknowledge me as absolute master. You will, don't shake your head!"
Her mouth had sagged open and she stared as though she were falling into a stupor. Another stupor... now she realized that there had been a mild drug in the Tokay. But-he was insane! She was in the hands of an absolute nut.
She-and the children-were in the home of a maniac. She had to protect them. And because of that... she was putty. Oh, my God! I'll... I'll have tot I'll do it, just what he says, everything-I'U have to! All he said... and... what else?
He said, "Right now I want you to put your hands behind the back of the chair." She wondered if he could be a mind reader.
He stood there and stared down at her. Then his hand came out and down, and it slid over the full, thrusting projectile of her left breast. He squeezed.
She jerked back automatically, twisting away. Her head snapped up and her eyes flashed angrily.
"Don't tell me you've already changed your mind. It's to be the children instead, after all?"
"No-I-L... " She was so confused. "Please... I... no...
"Put your arms back behind the chair."
His voice was very firm and his eyes implacable. Frightened, terrible confused, but knowing what she had to do, she obeyed. He smiled.
"That's good. Submissive, weakly unresistant. Now be still."
"Uh!" she gasped, when she felt what he was doing. But-What else can I do? The monster's holding the children over my head!
So she sat still with her hands behind the chair while he bound her wrists, tugging, making her arch her shoulders, forcing her turbulent breasts forward to strain at her blouse.
"Lovely," he said, patting her cheek. "I wonder if you'll be so nice and meek and cooperative while Hoffman and Felice and I are whipping and fucking you."
CHAPTER FOUR
"What time is it, honey?" Delia Wantuck called. She was curled nakedly on the rumpled bed, propping herself on one elbow.
Brian came naked out of the bathroom, his big dong swinging between his thighs.
"Not quite nine. Why? You in a hurry?" He swung his penis at her. It grew a little.
"No, damn it! I mean--I'm sorry, but-damn it, Elaine should've called by now! They're bound to have stopped for the night, and she promised to let me know where they were every night. The irresponsible little bitch-I never should have trusted her with those kids! What's she know about taking care of them, or a mother's feelings-she's just a girl! She's got no maternal instinct at all!"
"They'll be fine," Brian said, walking to the bed and standing close. "Stop worrying. Shut up and suck cock, woman."
With a sigh, she did.
Sitting in the high-backed chair with her wrists tied behind it, Elaine bit her lip. She looked down at the urgent thrust of her bosom against her strained blouse. She could see her thighs, too. But at least she wore the hip-huggers. Protection. She felt so unprotected!
"Well now," the Colonel said from behind her, "let's find out what we've got here, hmm?"
She tried a swift little tug at the ropes around her wrists. "Ow!"
"Hurt?"
She nodded frantically, twisting her head to beg him with her eyes. His were steady and hooded, showing a complete lack of feeling for her discomfort. Yes, it hurt like blazes! The chair cut into her arms; the rope cut into her wrists; she was beginning to feel the nasty beginning numbness of interrupted circulation. She wiggled her fingers. That was about all that was left to her.
He smiled and she looked away. "Good," he said in that always-steady, always-quiet voice. "I want it to hurt. Takes your mind off things, pain does. I'm going to give you more pain. But now... just now."
She groaned when his hands came slipping down over the blouse. She tugged again, writhing her bottom on the chair, gasping in defenseless fear and anger and shock as he slid his hands own, then began undoing each button of her blouse, slowly, teasing her. His forearms lay on the bulges of her breasts. They moved over them as his hands moved downward. He paused to let his hands stroke over the front of her blouse where her well-stuffed brassiere strained it the tautest. Then he returned to the buttons.
Her strained position made the blouse gape as the buttons were released. More and more cleavage and brassiere came into view.
When at last he reached the last button, tutting the blouse up out of her hip-huggers to get at it, she squeaked. He flipped the blouse swiftly open and aside. Her eyes bulging, she stared down at herself-and at his big hands.
Her full-bosomed amplitude pushed hard against her pale, flesh-colored brassiere. The trembling breaths made the perfect cleavage tighten, widen, tighten and widen, as the milky globes shuddered up and down on either side of it "Lovely," he said. "Marvelous."
Se shuddered in totally defenseless terror and humiliation.
It was bad enough that she was built this way-but her straining elbows and back-drawn arms made her bosom .stand out even more, as if offering the two bulging halves.
His fingers spidered over the silky upper slopes of each bulging tit, testing its firmness as if it were ripe fruit and he a prospective and knowledgeable buyer. Then, slowly, he slipped one hand inside the right bra-cup to feel the heat of the firm flesh it sheltered.
She groaned and jerked when his fingertips insinuated themselves far enough in to discover a softly-coiled nipple. He stroked it without paying any attention to her moan and he movements. She wasn't going anywhere, and they both knew it.
"Uh," she grunted, feeling the pain of a tightening strap when he began to pull at her bra, with both hands. "No-please-"
"Yes."
He pulled hard. The brassiere gave, bit at her, and tore. A broken strap flung forward and down to snap her abdomen. The whiteness of her huge jiggling boobs came tumbling out of the ruined holster. Another strap snapped. Now she was bound and seated helplessly- and stripped to the waist, her luxuriantly large tits fully exposed, and he was snapping the other straps, making them bite painfully into her skin before they gave up and broke.
The ruined bra tumbled from her.
Naked, the full expanse of her perfect breasts thrusting out high and firm and bold, she sobbed. Her big bosom swung loosely and jiggled as he forced unwillful movements on her, tearing off her bra and blouse.
Entranced, he cupped each soft white bulge in his hands.
She gasped in outrage when his hands closed over the plump, pink-peaked tits. He clasped them with an increasingly harsh grasp, and then he was caressing his fingers down to the pulsing tips. She knew her bared breasts were hardening, swelling. It was as if he knew! She had always been conscious of her tits, because it was impossible not to be. There had been a year or so of nervousness, because her sister was so full-blown. Then she too had begun developing, early on, and her bust and continued swelling and thrusting from her until they were almost outsize. And they were extremely sensitive.
Damn him, damn the monster! It was as if he knew! Through her breasts she was easy. She knew it, and she'd protected herself and saved her maidenhead by keeping hands away from the places where she was aroused more easily and rapidly.
Her shocked mind played hide and seek with the starkly unreal reality of what was happening to her. She fought to keep from shrieking, fought to force her body and brain to accept this new shock and humiliation, this fantastic interruption of her rather placidly happy life.
The twins... the twins...
"Oh stop, please sto-o-op-don't... don't do this... "
"Oh good lord, Elaine, it's done. Shut up!"
That shocked her into a quivering, unresistant silence. Under his caressing hands her breasts and firming nipples were becoming more and more sensitized and swollen. A state of torment seized her mind, while her body wallowed in helplessness pleasure as the thrusting globes of smooth cream were manipulated by his large, caressing hands. He was smiling, pleased that there was so little sag in the girl's magnificent mammary development.
His fingers began playing hard and fast with the bulging tips. She jerked her shoulders and drummed her feet, trying to thrust her breasts about, make them jump free of his tormenting fingers.
"Please! No more, Colonel... you've... played with me, humiliated me, made me scared and made me cry... can't you let us go now?"
"Go?" He chuckled, fondling her nipples. "Go? It will be awhile, darling, before you go. There are things we must do together, my titsy darling. And oh, there are ways and ways these pretty titties are going to please me." His voice was soft, but not quite so steady, and she knew that he was getting excited even as-God help met-he was exciting her.
She reeled, dizzy, picturing herself remaining here, helplessly acquiescing under threat of harm to the twins, totally at the mercy of this... this breast man, this nut And so long as he had the children to hold over her head, there was nothing... nothing at all she could do, save be what he had said... his slave. She knew that even if she weren't bound, she'd have to submit to what he was doing.
She came close to fainting, then, at the thought of what she had let herself in for. She shivered violently and even in the heat his attentive hands were rousing in her, she felt a sudden chill of horror. Her eyes looked up pleadingly and she opened her mouth to plead some more.
"What was the size of that bra I took off these big jugs, Elaine?"
She sobbed. "Oh please... don't humiliate me further!"
"What size, cups, do, you, wear?" he demanded, and with each word his hand smacked one big luscious jug so that fire seemed to flare in them and they swung and jiggled wildly. Suddenly she hated the big knockers she had always been so proud of. She wished she were flat-chested!
"C," she gasped. "C-cups."
"That's better. I rather thought so, although I'd have believed larger cups for these mammoth mammaries. I've made quite a study of titties, you see. You were heaven sent I swear you were! But I admit: I've seen nothing to compare with these milk wagons! Beautifully swollen nipples... sensitive, aren't they?"
"Ow-unnh... "
"How you must love these fat jugs, Elaine!"
She wanted to scream in fear-filled torment at her own helplessness as his unwonted hands roamed the intimate flesh of her breasts. She had pulled and pulled at her back-bent arms, until they both ached abominably. But he had tied her too tightly.
Now, of a sudden, he plucked open the knots to free her hands. Capricious, she thought. Whatever whim took the man, he acted on it at once. First he'd bound her unnecessarily-now he untied her when she least expected release. Pulling her hands quickly around, she rubbed her wrists. Every movement she made, she knew, was joggling her breasts delightfully. God, they were swollen, full of fire, how she wished she were alone, so she could stroke her swollen clit and end this maddening arousal he had forced on her!
She lifted her hands as he came around the chair. She cupped both hands over the unwontedly excited glove shapes to conceal them from his hot eyes. He smiled maddeningly, quite able to see plenty of firm white flesh between her fingers.
"I wondered if you'd do that Drop your hands!"
Her eyes pleaded with him. She licked her lips. Her fingers pressed...
"Shall I remind you again of the children's need for correction?"
The threat again! She lowered her hands and blushed all the way down to her nipples. The children! The twins-how could she prevent his even thinking of them?
She knew. She could do everything he said, and immediately. Anything he says. Everything he says.
She lifted her chin and sat there while he stared at the breasts no male eyes had ever seen naked before.
"Now stand up, Elaine."
She stood. She tried to ignore the joggling of her naked breasts. She tried very hard to meet his steady, hooded-eyed gaze.
"Take off your pants."
Her hands leaped protectively to the hip band. She froze, tense and quaking. "No-oh no!"
He still held the rope he'd taken off her wrists. It dangled, seemingly loose in his hand, the two ends swinging free. Quick as thought, his arms rushed up and flailed down.
Elaine screamed loudly in shock and anger as the two-tailed hempen flail whipped down onto the double thrust of her proud tits. Instantly her hands leaped up to cradle them. Her head lolled and her whole body shook in splendid agony.
"Take off your pants," he repeated, without raising his voice.
"You... you... you left red STRIPES on my-my BREASTS!"
"You'll have two more to match, if you don't get those hands down and do as I said: take off your pants."
Tremorous shudders writhed through her body. Her thighs quivered and her belly fluttered. She felt all hot with embarrassment The bold swells of her breasts rippled with their little swaying shivers. Her lips trembled and she knew that she was on the verge of crying like a child. Standing there under his implacable gaze, she quaked in mortification and dread.
But hopelessly, helplessly, in humiliation and servile obedience, she opened the fly-front of her hip-huggers, hesitated, chewing her lip, and began peeling them down her broad hips.
He watched with a growing smile. The naughty young woman must rather like the feel of the inner seam of her pants against the seamed pouch of her sex-because as the pants went down it became obvious that they were her sole garment below the waist. She wore no panties.
Smiling, he watched the slow manifestation of her downy loins, the big mounded bulge of her virgin cunt padded and protected beneath a shaggy little nest of hair that was such a pale red it Was nearly orange.
"Isn't that lovely," he said quietly. "A sweet little furry pussy cat nestled there between your pretty thighs."
"Ooh," she moaned, lowering her eyes and flushing deeply.
Dropping the rope, he came smiling over to her. She shrank back breathlessly, but he merely sat in the chair she had just vacated. She stood very straight before him, her feet together and her thighs pressing closely, trying to hide her shame, to make the lovely, delicately cloven bulge of her unopened cunt invisible between her squeezing thighs. She failed in her attempt to conceal that sexy young bulge, of course.
"Pull your shoulders back, girl-stand proud! And get your hands off your titties!"
Blushing deeply, she obeyed. Two dull red lines marked the soft upper surfaces of her lashed balls of flesh. They throbbed where he'd struck them with the makeshift rope-whip, but she put back her shoulders as he commanded. The effect on her big luscious jugs was absolutely breathtaking. Seemingly eager and yearning, her bosom jutted arrogantly.
"Now that, my darling Elaine, is displaying those sweet playthings at their very best." His voice was soft now, gentle and pleased with her and with his own mastery. "Now then... lean forward. Slowly. Bend from the waist; keep your shoulders well back."
She did, biting her lip. She was terribly conscious of his seated closeness, of the fattened length of her titties when she bent His feet were nearly touching hers. Quivering, keeping her shoulders in the commanded position-it was uncomfortable and created muscular tension-she leaned over her seated enslaver.
The dangling white pendants of her breasts hung down, just inches from his face.
Seated comfortably, in utter control, he studied the symmetrical perfection of the hanging beauties. Their shape had changed from globate to long oval, the haloes darkening as they filled with blood. His eyes slid down the long pale slopes to those tips. The thickened nipples crowned the aureoles proudly, heaving with her every restive breath.
He wondered if she fully understood the significance of her erect nipples.
He raised a hand to touch her left breast, just at the tip. Then his hand dropped.
"I'll open my mouth. You feed that one in."
"O-ooh-hhh... " But he did not repeat it, which her mind wanted and needed him to do, to enforce the shame-assuaging feeling of helpless obedience. Nor did he make any attempt to touch her. He merely sat waiting, forcing her to lean far forward and maneuver her shoulders until the already throbbing, twice-striped beauty of her breast settled softly over his open-waiting mouth.
She caught her breath sharply when his tongue began moving over the tip.
One thick pink nipple, like a sweet little fruit so ripe for the plucking, slipped between his lips. Instantly he exerted suction to pull it all the way in, nipple and aureole and white flesh behind. He continued sucking, hard.
She sighed and trembling. Little erotic fires danced through her...
Then? "Ga-a-a-aaahhhhh!" He was biting!
She started to jerk away-and realized in an instant of agonizing truth that she dared not. His teeth pressed so firmly into the extruded tip of her tit might well tear it off if she jerked back! She groaned. His hands moved. One came up to her hip, which he clutched. Again she gasped; his other hand closed over the soft furry purse of her pubis and gripped it firmly. His fingers sank into the spongy, elastic flesh of her slitted love-mound.
His teeth in the outpoking knob of pink brought a pained cry from deep in her throat. A tremendous effort was required to keep herself from fighting him- which she dared not do. She stood there helplessly, fearfully, while his hand tried to sink into the very skin of her hip and his other hand cupped what he had called her "furry little pussy cat"-and his teeth tightened and tightened around her nipple. In her nipple.
He bit and sucked.
He didn't just ease up and slip his mouth off the poor rosy-fleshed berry he tormented. He spat it out, actually making a spitting noise. It was degrading, as though he had tasted her flesh and found it unpalatable, and has rejected it. She groaned, squirming in pain as hot blood pounded back into the deep dents his teeth had left in the poor flaming bud. It was no longer pink, nor rosy. It was a bright, angry purple.
"Now the other one."
"Oh... please... don't bite me," she gasped, trying to pull away. "It-NNgu-u-u-u-u-ulmKKKHH!"
Pain flamed into her body from a new direction, a new area. Her eyes bulged in shock and absolute horror. There was an initial stabbing, a white-hot flash of pain that made her scream at its sharpness. And then there was only a dull throbbing deep down inside her, all around his imbedded finger.
She couldn't believe that he had done it. Not that! It was supposed to be something sacred, something valuable, respected and coveted, something a man wanted to wrest from a woman with a hard jabbing cock, not a hard, callous-ramming finger!
But he had done it. He had jammed his finger into the close-seamed slice of her pussy, callously thrusting aside the soft lips and even softer, moist inner lips, and plunged that stiff finger on, straight up into her. And just like that, in an instant, with her standing there bent helplessly over him, he had stabbed through her hymen and up into the untrammeled depth of her cunt Bright virgin's blood trickled down his up-thrusting finger and onto his hand. She could see it.
"Now," he said, "give me that other tit!"
"For God's sake-you've-"
"Broken your cherry. Yes, I know that. Thought it was valuable, did you? Thought I'd treat it like a prized commodity and be consumed with lust to tear it open with my penis!" He chuckled. "Nonsense. It's just a damned unnecessary piece of skin, and now it's gone and done with and you don't have to worry about who you're going to present it to, anymore. I had Felice's long ago. Now do as I told you."
"I-I think... I'm going to f-faint... " She felt very hot. Then terrible cold, all over her face. The blood was draining completely from it, as though from her face to her ravaged vagina and down over his hand. Her knees turned to jelly. His seated form swam and shimmered before her eyes. She began sagging. The last memory she had was of pain and outrage, the feel of her helpless body driving its full weight down onto his upsearing finger, so that it seared her like a hot poker. Then she had fainted.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Elaine recovered consciousness, she was being fucked. From behind, like a dog.
Her unconscious body had been bent and folded over what she was later to learn was a spanking stool, although it was not a stool at all. The base was formed by five one-by-six planks, forming a platform about two and a half feet wide by four feet long. From the platform rose a two-by-four, about three feet tall. It was topped off by the "seat" of leather-covered, very firm padding. It was mounted on the two-by-four by a very long screw, so that the "seat" could be raised or lowered merely by turning it. There was a locking mechanism to hold it steady, once it was at the proper height.
Across that high stool Elaine was bent, totally naked, the seat an uncomfortable pressure against her stomach and abdomen. Braces saw to it that her legs remained straight, semi-supporting her while she stood, and the straps about her ankles were permanently attached to the base of the tall spanking stool-which, if anything, resembled a backless bar stool on a broad base.
Her naked breasts dangled. Her flaming orange-red hair dangled. Her head hung. Her arms were stretched straight down and her wrists cuffed the same as her ankles. The large leather cuffs were attached by short chains to U-bolts in the base of the whipping platform.
Except that just now it was not a whipping stand but a fucking stand.
When she awoke from her faint, she was already bound securely in the stringent, humiliating posture, bent double with her butt poked straight up and her legs well parted, obscenely parted. And she already had a cunt full of cock, for the very first time in her life.
Behind her stood Hoffman. His muscular, gleaming mahogany body was stripped naked. He was gazing down between the parted white moons of her upturned buttocks, watching the nearly-black shaft of his sex go sliding in and out of her hot, very tight hole. Her big white tits spilled down, jiggling, swinging loosely about as his body jarred hers.
Her pale body was stretched and bowed beautifully, sexily, and in utter slavish helplessness before him. The girl quaked and sighed even in her unconsciousness as he moved in her virginal pussy with the full rubbery length of his sweltering cock.
It slicked in and out of the seething, marshy-wet vault of her uncharted cunt with constant sucking sounds.
Now she awoke, and after a moment of acclimatizing silence she jerked violently. That only rattled her chains and hurt her. She moaned out her pain and consternation. Her buttocks tensed and tightened as he jammed his thighs forward to spank her twitching ass.
"Is she tight, Hoffman?" Colonel-Chandler's voice.
"Very tight, Colonel. Also fully wet. A very sexy girl, this. A very good fuck." Hoffman, behind her.
"Oh, that's nice." Felice's voice.
Moaning, trying to marshal her smashed feminine pride, the beautiful young girl strove to lift her head and see them. But she was able only to see their boots, father and daughter, and the lower portions of then-legs. Felice's were bare above her boots; the Colonel still wore the whipcord riding pants.
"I've had that delightful black tallywhacker of Hoffman's, Elaine," Felice said conversationally. "Isn't it lovely? I mean it's all big and hard and fat with that great big helmet on the end, and it stuffs a girl just so full."
"Unnnnnnnnnnnngh-oh you... you monsters!"
"Oh, yes," Felice went on in the same bright tone. "Better twist your hips and screw it around in her a little after that nasty comment of hers, Hoffman. Relax and enjoy, Elaine, darling. If there's one thing Hoffman's good at, it's dorking a girl's doughnut!"
Hoffman did just that, jerking back and forth and rising up and down on his toes, so that his deep-seated prick banged around inside the hot hole it filled and scoured slime-exuding inner walls.
"A-a-aowwwwww!" Elaine cried out, in pain. And something else. Something ghastly. Arousal... Oh, God, no, don't let me like this monstrous rape!
She couldn't help it. She shivered in pain and in delicious carnal reaction to the big prong thumping and swinging and skewering about in her long-closed vaginal deeps. And the pain was receding, steadily, while helpless and totally unwelcome pleasure moved just as steadily to the forefront of her mind and quivering body.
Hoffman now bent over her, crushing her spread buttocks and making her grunt as the padded top of the stand ground into her belly. He had bent over her to reach around her, keeping his bulging turgid penis well ensconced. He slapped the long dangling nosecone-shapes of her tits, making them bounce and swing. He slapped them again, this time from beneath, and she groaned.
His hands hurt a little. But the heavy dropping of her big jugs after his upward slap hurt even more. Each breast felt as if it weighted a ton, dragging and dragging at her chest, the blood-engorged nipples yearning for the rough caress of the wooden platform beneath.
She groaned. It was a discomfort that was full of pleasure. She moaned and gasped, jerking and squirming in a hip-shuddering motion. His big hard tool continued sliding forcefully in and out of the warm moist shelter of her virginal vagina. The sultry groove clasped him tightly, sucking on its very first cock.
"Uh!"
Elaine's eyes widened fearfully as Felice's boots approached her-across the floor that she was sure was stone. Abruptly she realized that they must have carried or dragged her to a basement, while she was unconscious. And then dumped her over this terribly constricting thing, and bound her so stringently to it And, without even waiting for her to regain consciousness, the huge black had stripped and shoved his mighty organ up her completely relaxed cunt.
And now Felice was coming over to her...
When the girl squatted, smiling before her, Elaine saw that she was nearly nude. She wore a black bikini, but what a bikini! The tiny panties tied on each hip and were open in the crotch, so that when she squatted, Elaine had a clear view of the young woman's moistly parting cunt lips! The top of the bikini consisted of a thin strap that ran around her body just beneath her breasts, which were apparently round like softballs and about the same size, the long triangular stripes of net that ran up over the center of each firm-looking breast and tied behind her neck. Extraordinarily dark nipples were clearly visible through the netting.
She grinned at their captive, whose body was jerking as she was cruelly, brutally fucked from behind like a senseless animal.
The helplessly bound girl could only watch the other's hands come out to her. The upturned palms moved in under the dangling masses of her breasts.
"Let's see how much meat there is in these sausages," Felice said in that cutting, imperious voice of hers.
Elaine moaned at the insult, then gasped when the other female's hands clasped over the warheadlike tips of her naked, helplessly-proffered breasts. Chains clinked and jingled and leather bracelets creaked as Elaine tried fruitlessly to get her arms free. She could not.
Hoffman rammed his thick cock in and out of her cunt from behind. His hairy crotch mashed itself repeatedly against the upturned globeshapes of her rump. And Felice's clever thumbs stroked and stroked, bringing their prisoner's startlingly large nipples to surging life.
Elaine's little noises of complaint were totally ignored. Perhaps not; it occurred to her that her moans and whimperings might be a source of delight to her captors.
Felice pinched nastily. Elaine yipped. Her automatic jerk made her swollen breasts jump and swing.
"Here, be still, you stupid little cunt," Felice snapped, "I'm trying to be nice to you! Fuck her harder, Hoffman, act like you're mad at her! She's being bitchy!"
Her hands clutched the rose-budded globes of Elaine's hanging breasts. Her ringers sank in like bands and twisted the sleek soft flesh, cupping the soft under-curves in her warm palms and tugging urgently. She scrooched down lower, brought her head in, and lifted the taut crests to her unrouged lips. The soft nipples had come violently alive under her hands, and now they began to throb almost painfully, feeling terribly full and urgent as she plied them with caressing lingual attentions.
Elaine moaned and quivered and shook. One by one, every muscle and tendon in her body tensed, relaxed, tensed again. Constant tingles of sexual excitation surged through her bowed body. She couldn't help it. It angered her, horrified her, it was deeply, overwhelmingly humiliating. But she couldn't help it. She thrilled to the feeling of the male flesh, so hot and slick feeling, that plied in and out of her vagina, which was now very wet and totally open and receptive. She thrilled, too, to the hands and lips that ministered to her turbulently sensitive tits.
The hard cock probing the length of her newly-opened pussy from behind, inflamed her passions to a torrid intensity. It made her dizzy with ecstasy, sluicing in and out of her, in and out... in and out... probing, grinding, caressing, seeking...
She could feel the tickly sensation of his pubic hairs, slipping over her hinder halves; could hear the slap of his body against hers; could hear his heavy, labored breathing as he pumped and pumped.
Felice was seated now, her butt spreading out on the stone floor, her legs wide apart to flank Elaine's arms. Elaine couldn't help staring at the fascinating pink-red-clear-moisture complex of the girl's cunt, so lewdly, perfectly, sexily displayed by her open-crotched bikini panties. The slim strips of black cloth framed her vulva perfectly, set it off to beauteous advantage.
She was grinning into Elaine's strained, deeply flushed face. Felice noted well the other young woman's dilated eyes, flaring nostrils, the way her mouth hung helplessly ajar as she responded to the erotic attentions they lavished on her bound body.
Felice had both hands wrapped around Elaine's down-swinging breasts, and she was pulling in rhythm with the clench-relaxation of her fingers. Squeeze-pull, squeeze-pull...
"Hm! All this udder-flesh, and I can't get a damned bit of milk out of these teats!"
Elaine moaned in mortification. They bound her, humiliated her, raped her, bit and sucked and pretended to milk her-and still her body responded as if to the loving attentions of a tender lover!
The big black man behind her shoved hard, watching the sexy contrast as his thick black shank zoomed in under her so-white asscheeks and vanished into the tight-clasping hole of her cunt. It was delightful to be reaming it out, opening it up with the knowledge that his was the first cock ever to explore its long-sheltered depths!
Grinning, he pushed the ardent, demanding length of his burning shaft far up into her cunt.
It closed wetly all around him in a tight fleshy ring. A morass of seething sexuality clutched him as if alive and with an independent mind of its own. It squeezed his heavy penis in flesh-consuming rapture. He groaned aloud at the pressure all around his prick.
Then he grinned and stood stiffly, so stiff that he quivered tensely, while his cock spat its milky venom into the soft virginal receptacle. Gasping and hanging onto her white, white buttocks with deeply. brown hands, he bent his knees and pushed harder, trying to smash through her cervix with the head of his semen-spurting cock. - It emptied itself in her, and the girl squealed- whether in rage or consternation or delight he couldn't be sure. Nor did he care. He stood there and held his emptied cock in her till it shriveled. He watched it come sliding, with a wet, gooey sound, from her yawning crotch.
"Lord, Hoffman, you must've been saving up for a month," Felice said. Callously she held Elaine's breasts apart with her hands while she peered beneath and between them. "Her pussy's drooling milk like a baby's mouth!"
Elaine sighed out a long, shuddering groan of terrible humiliation. Her brain spun as she realized that they didn't care; they played with her vaunted titties and didn't care; they fucked her savagely and didn't care; they made her respond, like a libidinal automaton, and they didn't care. They wanted only the achievement of complete and utter domination over her mind and body.
And they had it.
Because her legs were spread and shackled well apart, she could not feel the semen that trickled out of her ravaged vagina. But she could hear it, drip-dripping into the plank platform on which she stood.
Releasing her swollen tits, Felice grinned wickedly and patted the other girl's cheek.
"You didn't think anybody knew, did you? I know, darling! That squeal you let out when Hoffman started pumping your pussy full of come-you came! Admit it!"
"Noooooooo-ohhh... " Felice gripped her by the hair, tugged her head painfully up, and slapped her. "Admit it!"
"Uh... g-g-gaaaannnnngh... " Her Adam's apple was trying to push through her stretched throat, the skin drawn impossibly taut.
After slapping her again, Felice released her. Elaine's mind reeled as her head swung down.
"Admit it!"
"N-no-AHAOWW!" Fire blazed through her breast as Felice slapped it and set it aswing.
"Admit it, you little bitch! We all know!"
Elaine began to cry. This was too much, the ultimate humiliation, the admission that she was only putty that they had shaped and into which they had, godlike, breathed life.
"I came," she gasped out.
"Louder," Colonel Chandler's level voice urged.
"I came!"
Felice laughed, nudging the girl's hanging head with her knee as she rose. "One more time, Elaine, baby."
"I CA-A-A-AMME!"
Felice laughed delightedly. Elaine couldn't see what she was doing. She heard the jingle of harness, the sound of belt and buckle. Then she heard the tap-tap of Felice's boots, passing on her right, and she twisted her head that way..
"NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OOOOHHHH!" Elaine screamed.
Leather straps circled Felice's hips and both thighs. All were snugly buckled, ridging her flesh a little. And before her bobbed a thing, a long thick red monstrosity of hard rubber with a great flaring dome-shaped head.
She paid Elaine's plea no attention at all, of course. She merely stepped behind the helpless slave and shoved the dildo into the redlipped oval slot that was supremely wet and easy with the juices of both Elaine's and Hoffman's orgasms.
Grinning over the bowed white body at her father, very aware of the dark interest of Hoffman's watching eyes, Felice hunched and jerked and undulated her hips. Her hands squeezing and palpitating the flesh of Elaine's haunches. The dildo plowed in and out of the slick-lipped, tender-walled little channel so helplessly exposed between the legs of the bent and bound body.
Grinning, Felice fucked Elaine.
"I thought you might like a little female tenderness after that nasty old Hoffman fucked your poor maidenly pussy, Elaine, darling," Felice said, with a sneering smile implicit in her voice. "I found this nice cock substitute in grandmother's dresser drawer years ago. Granddad died in bed of a heart attack. We figure he must have fucked himself to death, and grandmother had to have more cock. So she brought this sweet hard-rubber gem, or had it made up. Granddad must have been quite a man."
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-unngh-ungh-uh-uh, Elaine was gasping, in a steady series of grunts that matched the rhythm of Felice's swinging hips. The dildo pounded in and out of her writhing vagina.
"I mean either Granddad was quite a man, quite a stud," Felice went on in that totally unchecked, amoral way of hers, "or grandmother never really got enough until he died."
"Felice!" the Colonel said sternly.
"Anyhow," Felice went on unperturbedly, "this tallywhacker's a real jewel of a pussy-pleaser. Nine horny inches long and precisely two-point-five inches across the head. Feels great, doesn't it?"
"Uh-uh-uh-uh... " Felice fucked on. Hoffman came and squatted beside Elaine, showing the flaccid, slimy-looking length of the cock he'd spent in her. He began to manipulate her breasts again. He stroked and stroked, from base to tips, seeming to draw and draw all the inner blood and all the feelings down and down into the purple-red aureoles and thick spears of nipples.
Felice's slim hips smacked Elaine's thighs. Felice's artificial cock sluiced in and out of the girl's sopping gash.
Hoffman's fingers closed slowly on Elaine's nipples. He began to squeeze and pull them. They stretched. Elaine groaned. Fires roared through her quaking body. His fingers pressed more tightly. Sweat began to roll from the bowed girl. Her brain whirled. Massive cock plunging in and out of her receptive cunt... soft flesh smacking against her backside and sleek thighs... fingers tugging and pressing her flaming, bursting, swollen nipples.
She felt an interior tremor, a tightening and a quaking like an earthquake beginning in the seething bowels of the earth. Her eyes flared wide and she screamed and jerked without control. Her pulsing guts popped off one hard climatic spasm after another.
The intensity of her second orgasm flooded her with the molten juice of passion in hot streams that soon escaped the shell of her hot-lipped cunt.
Felice pulled out the dildo with a jerk that brought another scream from their enslaved plaything.
Hoffman gave her nipples a last squeeze and stood up.
Elaine lay weakly over the tall whipping stool, gasping and panting. Sweat rolled off her body and dripped with thumping noises to the plank platform. Thicker, equally-clear liquid oozed from her gaping vulva and also thudded down onto the wooden base of her bondage stand.
She paid little attention as they released her. She was hardly aware of anything. Her body was a limp mass of sated flesh. Her head lolled and her hair streamed. Her nipples had reacted until they were only delicate little buttons surmounting her bobbing breasts. Her legs moved languidly, rubberily as Hoffman and Felice aided her over to a wooden table. She grunted when they plopped her bottom on it, jerked when they pushed her slightly back. But still her arms were leaden weights dangling from her shoulders and her head merely a weighted ball straining her neck.
They opened her legs wide. Beneath her, between the spread legs, the Colonel drew out a little shelf from beneath the table. On it he set a large pan filled with liquid. She felt the heat it radiated. Yet she hardly took notice as he filled a clyster from the pan.
She screamed and fell back, pulling free of gripping hands, when he shot a stream of hot liquid up her soft, wet vaginal crevice. Her head thumped the wooden table, loudly and painfully.
Felice and Hoffman moved swiftly to hold her down.
"She-be still, darling," Felice urged. "We're still being very good to you. You know what happens to women who fuck around without taking precautions, don't you? The Colonel is douching you-know, be, still!"
Elaine cried out again and again as what felt like boiling oil-and was merely hot water, antiseptic, and a bit of brandy-was squirted and squirted up into her gaping cunt to come pouring noisily out again into the metal pan. Good to me, she thought dazedly. Douching me...
"Thank... you-u-u-u ..
The three dominators looked at each other across the body of their trancelike captive. Felice grinned.
After letting her rest for a few minutes, they helped her into a sitting position and saw that she swallowed half a glass of sherry, then several sips of brandy mixed with a little cold water.
She accepted all of it gratefully. Sighing, she raised her head with a bit of light back in her eyes. Her gaze moved from one to the other of her sternly-dominating captors.
Then, rather than shriek out her rape at them, she lowered her head and glowed hotly in a deep blush. Her hands folded over her crotch. She was a picture of cowed, defeated servility, utterly conquered and reduced to a well-fucked, lust-sated slave. She could only blush at her nudity before them and at the knowledge that all shared: that she had experienced two climaxes, the second of which was a truly massive orgasm that had left her weak and as if in a drunken stupor for those many minutes while she suffered herself to be douched.
"Remove your hands from your pussy and get down off the table," the Colonel said. He had removed the pan and pushed the shelf back under the table.
She obeyed, standing limply, meeking in humiliated defeat, naked and sweat-streaked and totally docile.
"Now Elaine," the Colonel said, raising her chin with his fingers. She met his dark-eyed gaze. "Go over there and bend over the spanking stool and be very still. L you move, jerk up or try to squirm away, we'll just have to secure you to it again. But that's a great deal of trouble, and I see no need for such treatment with a sweet little slave like yourself."
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her face lowered the moment he released her chin. After a long moment of hesitation during which they all watched her in silence, she turned and went over to mount the platform of her recent degradation... and extreme pleasure. Trembling, she placed herself submissively across the padded stool.
They showed her a strange little device. A belt supported three strips of the same slim black leather. The strips came together at bottom, secured to a strange little disk from the center of which thrust upward a smooth, rounded length of plastic like an elongated thumb. It was shiny with some sort of lubrication, vaseline, perhaps.
"If you like precision," the Colonel said quietly, "the plug is one inch in diameter and precisely four inches in length."
"The... plug?" she asked.
Felice grinned as the Colonel nodded. "Yes. Now hold still. The belt goes around your waist, you see, and these two straps perfectly frame your cunt, leaving it open and available. The third strap goes up between your buttocks."
"B-but... the... the plug?" They were putting it on, slipping it around her proffered body, their hands passing over her intimate nakedness.
"It's called a butt-plugger," Felice chuckled.
"AH!"
Elaine cried out and lunged, grinding her belly onto the leather stool, as the slender, well-greased length of plastic started oozing up her anus. It smarted only a little; it wasn't all that thick, and she had seen how lubrication-shiny it was. But it was a horror, it was debasing, humiliating, a monstrous intrusion into a profoundly private channel... and it was... cold!
She sighed, feeling it ooze up and into her anus.
"Don't worry about it, Darling," Felice said, patting one soft cheek of the other girl's twitching ass. "It's a very skinny little plug, and after all, you know bigger things have come out of this dirty little hole."
Elaine quivered, emitted a sob, and hung limply over the stool. They finished strapping the butt-plugger into place, tightened one of the buckles, and attached a tiny padlock.
"Did she faint?" Felice asked, squatting to peer into the limp girl's face while she idly raked her dangling breast with her nails.
"No, I doubt it," the Colonel said. "The drug in the sherry took effect, that's all. Pick her up, Hoffman, and let's put the dear girl to bed."
CHAPTER SIX
Elaine was awakened next morning by the Colonel's smiling grandmotherly mother. Elaine was in a large and very comfortable bed in a lovely room with obviously expensive two-dimensional wallpaper. Sun poured in the big window, and she could hear the cheery sounds of birds outside.
"Good morning," Mrs. Chandler said, her plump body bustling over to the bedside. "And how are you this morning?"
"I-I-" Then all of it came back in a rush. She clutched the woman's arm. "Mrs.-Mrs. Chandler! You've got to help us get out of here! You're a mother -think about the children! This place is-horrible!"
The plump, gray-haired woman put her head on one side. "Oh, no, not horrible, dear. A little oversexed, maybe. But my goodness, I can't do anything like that! Martin, after all, is my son, and Felice is my only grand-baby!" She patted the starting girl's wrist. "I do so appreciate your bringing those darling children here!"
"Wh-where are they?" Elaine was no longer sure that she was sane. Either she was, and no one in this house was, or... could she be hallucinating? Could it be a dream? This sweet old lady...
"They're waiting right outside, dear. We found your clothing in the trunk of your car, and the children look just beautiful, bless their little hearts! I've got them all dressed up like little dolls."
"Right-outside? Let me see them!"
With a little frown, Mrs. Chandler wiped Elaine's hand from her flaccid-fleshed arm. "Now, now-wait a moment, that's why I came in first, dear. Wanted to be sure you were decent, sheet over you and all-I'll bet that naughty boy of mine did mean things to your udders, he always was like that! Now you listen to me, honey. I'll bring the children in, and you're to be perfectly natural, except that you might just act a bit ill, you know?"
"Uh... i-ill?"
The old woman nodded briskly. "Sick, yes. You're ill, you see, and you have to stay here so we can take care of you. And I will take the children right on to Disneyland, isn't that wonderful?" She beamed, her face as full of sunshine as the window.
Fear, disbelief, horror made Elaine shiver. No, no...
She jerked up in the bed. The sheet dropped and her totally naked breasts jumped. "No! You can't-I won't-NO! I can't stay he-e-e-errre!" she cried, breaking off in sobs.
Mrs. Chandler sighed. Almost reluctantly and totally matter-of-factly, she slapped the girl across the face. Elaine fell back, taken totally by surprise. She stared up at the grandmotherly woman with wide, unbelieving eyes. Mrs. Chandler heaved a sigh and shook her head.
"Tsk, tsk! Now, dear, you know we'll just have to go along with what Martin says. Martin says you stay, and I take those darling twins to Disneyland. Oh, darling... I wouldn't hurt a hair of their sweet little heads, or let anything happen to them! As you said-I'm a mother! And you're not-but surely you realize that we have to just do what Martin says." She sighed. "Otherwise, I'll try, but I'm sure I'd never be able to stop him."
"Stop him... from what?"
Mrs. Chandler sighed. "From beating their little asses off, dear."
So Elaine covered up, and she and the old woman straightened out her face, and the twins came in. They were perfectly happy and had been very well fed and had slept very well indeed and they called Mrs. Chandler Granny and they were so sorry Aunt Elaine was sick but wasn't it wonderful that Granny would take them to Disneyland!
Yes. It. Was. Wonderful.
Elaine managed to survive that ordeal, assuring herself that they were both perfectly all right and almost ecstatically happy and that "Granny" did indeed treat them as lovingly as if they'd been her own grandchildren. Elaine hugged them both, and then Granny had to take them out to let Aunt Elaine get her rest, while the Colonel and Hoffman brought her medicine.
Elaine managed to keep from shrieking. She lay there wide eyed and quivering as Granny ushered Teddy and Terry out. The two men came in immediately. They smiled, even with her lying flat on her back, her big breasts thrust obviously upward in youthful strength and firmness, creating two proud hillocks in the sheet that covered her nakedness.
She lay there shivering, fighting mentally. Why was it so difficult to even meet the Colonel's flat, implacable eyes, much less disobey or argue with his firm, never-raised voice?
They walked to the bed and looked down at her. She lay very still, scared half catatonic. She flinched when a big hand came down, but it was only to stroke her cheek.
"You're satisfied the children are well and happy?"
Her voice was almost a whisper: "Yesss... "
"Good. I keep my promises. I hope you do." He stepped back. "Stand up."
Rather like a robot, she moved. After a glance at the watching Hoffman, she gave in to the inevitable and pushed the sheet off herself. She gasped, seeing the straps and remembering... the butt-plunger... But she bit her lip, firmed her jellylike knees, and swung out of the bed. She stood. Except for the little straps that held the obscene plastic finger well implanted in her rectum, she was naked.
"That's very good, Elaine," the Colonel said. "You're trying, and I am pleased. You must continue trying to please me in everything. And I quite guarantee you that you and the children will indeed leave and go home. Soon."
She heaved a great sigh. Relief surged through her, and it left her so weak she nearly fell.
She believed him. She had to. She had to have hope, so she believed him. She nodded.
"I... will, try... Colonel."
"Good, good, you're such a fine and obedient young woman," he said, as though he were addressing a child. "Now Hoffman needs his morning fuck, Elaine, so... kneel down, darling."
She looked from one of them to the other. Fuck. His morning fuck. She was going to be fucked again. Fucked. By the Colonel's servant, the very big and handsome almost-black man, a man a lot darker than so many of the nuts going around calling themselves "black." Yes. It had happened. She had been fucked last night. By him. By Hoffman. And then by Felice, too. And...
She shivered and felt the hot flush spreading over her face as she remembered. And oh, how she had come!
Now it was going to happen again. Refuse? She would not. Why bother-they still had the twins, and here she was naked and about as helpless as she could be. Last night she'd been bound; this morning, in a natural escalation of her subjugation to their whims, she was told casually, so that she must give them-and herself-the illusion, the humiliating illusion, of submitting voluntarily.
She lifted her head. "I know I have to do it. I have to do whatever you say. I want you to know that is the only reason-" He waved a hand. "Yes, yes, oh yes, you're still a sweet virgin in your head, and that massive orgasm last night was just a dream. Of course. We understand perfectly." He turned his head. "Hoffman, the young woman wishes you to know that she doesn't care to fuck, and she's only doing it because she jolly damned well has to."
Hoffman nodded impassively. He shrugged. And opened his pants. They dropped. He wore no shorts, and she stared at his big dark cock for a long time before she remembered what she was doing and jerked her head away.
The Colonel chuckled.
Then she realized what had been strange about what he'd said. "Kneel?"
"Yes."
She started to kneel.
"No, no, Elaine, over there. In front of Hoffman."
She blinked, hesitated, looking from one man to the other. Then, with her shoulders slumped and her hands wanting very badly to go up to still the bob and cheeky swing of her naked breasts, she went over to stand in front of Hoffman. Without looking at his face, she went down onto her knees. And found herself staring directly into the black-curled thicket of his crotch, at the longish, thick cylinder of uncircumcised cock, at the tip that just showed through the sheath of skin covering the crown, and at the large furry balls that hung just beneath the thick rod. She saw with some surprise and rather impassive interest that one swung a bit lower than the other, in its furry pouch.
She jumped a little when, although she hadn't heard his approach, the Colonel reached around her from behind and began fondling her breasts. She could look down and see his hairy hands close over the smoothly distended, fleshy globes thrusting from her chest. She bit her lip and the hard half gloves shivered in his grip.
Reaching over the kneeling girl's shoulders from behind, he stilled the quiver of her tits as though he were gentling a skittish animal. Then, with his fingers cupped beneath each melon, he began rubbing his thumbs over the rosy berries at their tips until they came out hard and full.
She sighed and shivered. A twinge of pure pleasure stabbed through her trembling body. She felt her eyes stinging, filling with tears as she choked in shame and bit her hp. Oh, he knew how, the Colonel did! Her strutting jugs were responding to his caressing hands, surging their tips. He tightened his hands to knead the white flesh while the rosy crests poked out between his fingers.
Her gaze went beyond them-and she gasped to see the jerking, pulsing, lifting activity in Hoffman's crotch. He, too, was watching, and his penis was getting thicker, longer, harder... coming up for her... She shivered.
The Colonel tightened his fingers until they were clenching bands that dug into resilient flesh; tightened them still more until she moaned and jerked spastically, rather than merely quivered. Her fingers flexed. Her arms tensed and jumped with her efforts to keep them from rising up to seize his wrists.
And... totally unwelcome, totally delightful thrills surged all through her. She groaned, hating herself for her helpless erotic response to what he was now doing- which was tormenting her!
Now he tormented her breasts' pert red tips relentlessly, molding and squeezing and crushing those responsible nipples until she was moaning and twitching in helpless rising pain and passion. Up and out her nipples zoomed. The big pink aureoles seemed to shrink, feeding into the crests, centered perfectly about the surging bullets.
If they want to rape me, she thought in a semi-daze, they shouldn't do this! I-I'm... I'm ready!
But of course they knew that, too.
"Hoffman is going to fuck your face this time," Colonel Chandler said quietly. "Open your mouth."
"Uh! No-not my-my mouth!"
He made her scream, adding pressure with thumbs and forefingers until she felt that her nipples were coming off.
Hoffman stepped closer. With his hand, he thrust his penis against her lips. She clamped them tightly, moaning, shaking her head piteously. It was huge, thick, and even as she watched his hand slid back to bare great canopied, dark-gleaming crown. It looked bigger than her mouth.
Her face was directly before the pulsing bar of sex straining up from his tightened scrotum. It pulsed before his belly. Her lower lip trembled, despite her efforts to keep it compressed. Behind it, her teeth were clenched against the invasion that she knew, deep within the covering corners of her mind, she could not stave off.
The Colonel began rubbing her nipples between his fingers.
The swollen head of Hoffman's penis snaked forward, wet and sticky against her lips where it glistened with a droplet of moisture. Glorious sensations of sensuousness rushed back through her breasts and curled in her, low in her belly. The swollen cock head pushed, crushing her lips painfully against her teeth.
The Colonel caressed and pressed and rubbed, rolling her tingling, smarting, sexy-feeling nipples. The cock pressed for entry. Elaine trembled, staring at it. Her mouth opened.
The rubbery tip of that dark, turgid organ jammed her pleading little moan back down her throat as it filled her mouth with warm flesh. Her mouth was thrust violently open and her tongue crushed down as the enormous pole of hard, hot flesh crammed into the moist sheath she formed, semi-voluntarily. Her eyes rolled upward.
He was still; their eyes locked. The thick shaft lolled out of the ring of her Lips.
"Uhgkhh," she moaned softy around her mouthful of cock, as the Colonel began bouncing her breasts heavily up and down on his palms.
Then the dark man began to move, grasping her head and sliding relentlessly in and out of the humid shelter of her prick-stuffed face.
Her lips trembled as she tried hard to pursue them around the great hard pole. It already stretched them beyond tightening. She touched its tip, tremulously, curiously, with her tongue. He gasped in pleasure. Her tongue had jerked instantly back, but she felt the tightening of his fingers and saw the dangerous look in his eyes.
Damn the Colonel, damn the Colonel, the Colonel was still playing with her tits, she was on fire...
She obeyed the look in the black's eyes, hollowing her already-smarting cheeks as she licked and sucked the hot pole entrenched in her face. He groaned again and moved, slipping it out a little and then plunging forward again to fill her mouth.
She was unable even to gasp. Her helpless, conquered eyes gazed up at him as he watched himself slipping wetly in and out of her mouth, filling the sweet chamber of her face with pistoning, rubbery flesh.
Her jaws elapsed and unclasped about the hard cock with which he stuffed her mouth impossibly full. Her eyes were smokily glazed, spilling tears, staring in utter subjection.
The Colonel never paused. His steadily working hands filled her breasts with pleasure, filled her with fire, made her tits seem heavier and heavier, surging and swelling into hard balloons with hard red crests standing forth from their ends like beacons.
Her loins were aflame and her stomach rippled. She was filled to bursting with a passionate longing she could do nothing about. Her entire body radiated heat and sensuality. Her vagina was a pit of fire, melting, filled and seething with the molten glow of desire.
"Ummmm-OHHHH!" she moaned, trying to cry out around the great shaft of sexy meat filling her mouth.
She started sucking. She tried to swallow it, gagged, tried again. The dark man standing before her groaned and loosened his hands on her head, now stroking he passion-flushed cheeks rather than holding her in place. The fucking of her face was at an end; she was sucking cock with the avidity and passion of some mythical creature that had to have semen to live.
He groaned again and again, staring down with wide eyes at the woman sucking and pulling away at his cock like a sexual vampire.
The slippery meat was cruising in and out of her mouth, stroking deep, the smooth head pressing her tongue and making her squirm her hips, her empty, longing crotch, even as she sucked cock with all her might and with complete devotion to her task.
His eyes were avid, hot with lust. His hips quivered as he watched the titsy girl kneeling there so white, so submissively and contentedly, eating his meat.
Her big tits were jiggling and bouncing furiously before her, slapping each other and the Colonel's ardent hands and Hoffman's knees. The man behind her was pulling, rolling, twisting at her nipples. He treated them like thick hard knobs for his pleasure- and now they were so numbed from his long torment of them, so numb and. yet so fantastically sensitized! He could have cut them off and she'd have felt joy and nothing but sensuality at the hot spurts of blood.
Then Hoffman groaned, loudly, and his violently swollen prick began emptying itself into the soft sweet cavity of her face. Thick, heavy semen rushed in, commingled with her own saliva, and filled her mouth until her eyes bulged... and she started swallowing. Warm thick fluid trickled down her throat like hot milk.
She sucked and swallowed, sucked and gulped, and he pumped her face and throat and finally her belly full of his seed. She moaned and rocked and jiggled the whole time. Her hands leaped down to dig at her own crotch.
She gasped and tried to cry out when the Colonel released her breasts to grasp her wrists. She struggled. In the process of gunning out its final hot spurt, the dying cock jumped out of her mouth.
"No-o-o!" she yelled. "Let me-let me go-!"
She jerked her shoulders back and forth, shaking her swollen, huge-nippled breasts even as semen splatted down onto them. But she could not wrest her hands from the Colonel's grip to get at herself.
Emptied, Hoffman's flagging penis dropped back to slap wetly, flaccidly against his emptied scrotum. Traces of semen glistened on her soft, writhing lips and more of it shone on her bouncing breasts.
Squatting suddenly, Hoffman thrust a big dark hand between her kneeling thighs. The Colonel rose behind her, holding her arms immobile behind her. Hoffman's thumb squished between the very wet surfaces of her cunt lips and into a hot seething hole that was trying to imitate a lake. She screamed and hunched his hand.
Sinking his thumb as far up her as he could jam it, the black man ground his hand against the pulsing hot nubbin of her clitoris.
Her body convulsed in the final hot consummation of orgasm before he had done much more than touch her clitoris. Her breath rushed out in a loud squeal, an ecstatic crescendo of relief.
She sagged on the floor with her cheek against Hoffman's knee.
Irresistibly drawn by the vulnerable, peacefully shrunken aspect of his emptied penis, her hand went jerkily out to it. He gasped and raised his eyes to the Colonel as she fondled his cock and balls. The Colonel smiled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the imperious Felice led her into the bathroom, Elaine pleaded to be relieved of the butt-plugger, at least for a time... Felice grinned and refused. Only the Colonel, she said, had the key.
Elaine showered, used the deodorant spray handed her, and cupped her breasts carefully. She winced. They still felt full and ache-y. She turned to the waiting, watching girl. Felice grinned at her. Today she wore a half blouse, white and sleeveless, knotted carelessly under her breasts, which were clearly otherwise unsupported. A huge brass-bound belt was slung low on her slender, meatless hips, to support a suede skirt that covered her only to mid-thigh. Her boots were weird, and Elaine wondered about their comfort. Except for swede heels, toes, a little strip running around the bottoms and straight up the fronts, the zip-front boots were of black mesh, and they were tight. If there were a thousand little holes formed by the mesh, the skin of Felice's full calves bulged slightly outward in thousand places.
"What-what do I wear?" Elaine asked, with delightful submissiveness.
"Your clothing's in the basement," Felice told her coolly. "You get it after you've had breakfast. Had you forgotten about eating, sperm drinker?"
Elaine flushed and lowered her head. "But, umm... naked?"
"Stark. Bare-assed and bounce-titted. Come on."
"Please-oh, please, Felice, let me put something on."
Felice reached over and picked up an electric toothbrush. Her dark, dark eyes stared with regal disdain and authority at the naked girl. "How'd you like me to use this to scrub up your nipples, hmmm?"
Elaine looked down and stood very abjectly. "I'm sorry."
"Come along then."
She followed the girl out of the bathroom, trembling, her naked tits bouncing and juddering and swinging cheekily from side to side.
She paused fearfully at the top of the broad staircase. "The... the twins... "
"Outside. Hurry up. You're holding up their departure for Disneyland. Come on, Tits!"
Women, Elaine thought, following the lithe, straight-backed girl, can be a lot meaner than men!
She was given a large and welcome breakfast, and the rumblings in her stomach made her realize that she had not eaten since noon yesterday. That reminded her.
With a forkful of bacon omelet halfway to her mouth, she looked up at Felice. "What time is it?"
Felice's long-nailed hand picked up a fork and poked nastily at one of Elaine's naked breasts. She squeaked and jerked back as the tines dented the soft white flesh deeply.
"Oww!"
"Eat and stop asking questions. You're holding up the works."
Elaine ate and stopped asking questions, wondering where the Colonel and Hoffman were, wondering if she had the nerve to try stabbing Felice with a knife or a fork, wondering if she really wanted to...
She spilled a little egg on the tablecloth.
"Pig!" Felice snapped, and gave her a hard rap across the top of her left breast with a knife handle. Elaine was more careful thereafter.
Throughout that strange meal, she was very, very aware of the slim finger of plastic locked firmly up in her rectum. She changed her position constantly, rocking from one buttock to the other to alleviate the constant, pushing pressure, but Felice would not allow her to eat standing up.
"Come along," Felice said, when she'd finished. The tall girl took three steps. Elaine started to follow. Felice spun around and drove a stiff-fingered hand into her right breast so hard that Elaine gasped and staggered back. Her agonized eyes asked a silent, plaintive question.
"That's just to let you know how fast I move and what a bitch I am," Felice said, "in case you get any ideas, behind me. Now come on."
Leaking tears, Elaine followed her to the little door, then down the flight of wooden steps to the stone-floored basement. The floor was chilly beneath her feet. She felt a rush of gooseflesh. It dissipated in a few moments, then returned as she looked around. There was the whipping stool over which she'd been bound to be fucked, twice, and over which she had then leaned, voluntarily, while they impaled her bottom with the plug. And there was the big table where she'd had her too-hot, brandy-stinging douche. And there were other items. The Chandler basement resembled a half-completed dungeon, without occupying victims.
Oh yes, Elaine thought, there's one occupant. One victim. Me.
Hoffman was not in evidence; the Colonel, wearing a knitted, gauncho-collar shirt and whipcords, stood there smiling benignly at her. She tried to be still and not show her fear and constant, tormenting apprehension as he approached. He had a large roll of something tan in his left hand-oh, she saw what it was now. Stretch winding, the so-called flesh-colored stuff used to partially immobilize something like a sprained wrist or ankle.
"Help me here, Felice," he said, and in a businesslike manner, "put your hands behind you, Elaine, across your back and grip your elbows."
With slavish servility to his unrelenting masculine power over her, she obeyed. They began wrapping her arms, securing them together across her back, winding arms and hands from left elbow to right. It was scary, knowing that she would be absolutely, totally helpless. But at least it didn't hurt and was only slightly uncomfortable.
When they finished, she could move only her fingertips. It was Felice's hand that made her give a little jump, smacking without viciousness up under her left buttock. Then she walked around to stand beside the Colonel, in front of their naked and quite helpless captive.
The silence grew long and uncomfortable, then unconscionable.
"What-what are you going to do to me?" Elaine cried out, almost in panic beneath the weight of their silent stares.
Felice smiled.
"Clothe your nakedness," the Colonel said, reaching out to fondle casually, the large bulges of her bosom.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, "please... please let me have something on!"
Felice laughed.
The strange contraption the Colonel brought over to her was all of leather straps and buckles, thin black straps, several of them serving to wrap around two large pouches of much paler leather; rawhide or suede, almost golden against the black, black straps. There were metal studs inside the tips of the narrowing, cone-shaped pouches.
Elaine saw what the strange harness was. Her eyes were great brimming pools of tears and she chewed her lips, gazing numbly down. With Felice's aid, the Colonel began slipping the leather brassiere over the barely-yielding firmness of her breasts.
"Like my skirt," Felice enthused. "Don't you just love the soft, soft caress of real leather, right on your bare skin?"
"Yes, but, it's-it's tight-now!" she complained, jerking a little, for they had to use their fingertips to stuff her tits into the pouches while they tugged them upward over the full-fleshed jugs.
"Shush," Felice admonished, pulling hard with her left hand and shoving bulging white tit flesh into the leather pocket with the cruel fingers of her right. "It's damned near not big enough, Colonel!"
"It's-big-enough," he grunted, similarly tugging. "It's not our fault that she's got too much tit!"
Tears began streaking down Elaine's cheeks in rivulets. It was true that the super-soft brush and clasp of the supple leather pockets was a sensuous delight on her breasts. But-it hurt too, because of the tightness. It will be hot, she realized. She was already wondering how long she'd have to wear the weird harness.
The glove leather inside gripped her tits in a velvety clasp; the buckled straps running around and around the cups formed a shining, stiff-looking cage about each breast. She saw that each shoulder strap and the back strap, too, would be separately buckled. Each had many holes. The buckles could be drawn as tightly as they pleased, as they could... and the unused holes would leave marks on her soft skin, when they took the bizarre tit cups off.
The cups were joined in the center by a brass ring, which was getting nearer and nearer her chest as father and daughter strained and struggled, grunting, to clothe her in the brassiere. It must have been about a cup-size or more too small. Maybe it had been designed for Felice, Elaine thought. Now she saw that there was also a small brass ring at the tip of each cup, which she thought obscene; it would look like she had rings in her nipples! That accounted for the glint of brass stud she'd seen in the point of each cup.
"Ouch! Oh-aowww! Wait-" The brass studs were now pushing coldly, relentlessly against her nipples, pushing them back into the leather-encased cylinders of flesh they adorned.
She quivered, screwing up her face, while Felice went behind her and started tightening the black strap. Elaine grunted and groaned some more.
The cups were already warm, sweatily warm and terribly tight around her confined tits. The good-sized brass ring linking the cups was hard against her chest. It dug, just a little but enough to be felt, into the inner curve of each breast. The inner tip-studs were crushed very firmly against her nipples, forcing them to flatten into the tips of her tits. And Felice was pulling, grunting, tugging strongly at the back strap.
"Enough, enough," Elaine called out in pain. "That's too-tight."
"Hmp. I thought it was about right-but since you can still bitch about it-I'll take it in to the next notch!" Felice snapped. And she did.
Next they tightened the shoulder straps. The leather straps cut into her skin, everywhere. Her blackleathered breasts stood straight out, unnaturally, like the dream phantasy of an artist-or one trying to be ridiculous.
Elaine thought she must look ridiculous.
What did she indeed look was ten times sexier than naked!
Then, incredibly, that callous pair tightened up each and every one of the straps that circled the cups! Had it not been for the soft leather inner lining, Elaine knew that milk-white flesh would be bulging high between each strap.
They had forced her big bosom into a wide-cleavaged pair of outstanding cylinders, like black leather artillery shells. Elaine's mouth was open and she was panting, trying to hunch her shoulders to lessen the terrible strain.
Her eyes bulged when the Colonel lifted a short, thin switch from the row of whips on the basement's north wall. He agitated his wrist sharply. The supple little switch made wheep wheep noises as it sang viciously through the air.
"Oh-oh, no, oh, God, please... please don't whip me!"
"We're not going to whip you," Felice said, stepping behind the girl and seizing her bound arms. She held her still while the Colonel took up his position on one side, only slightly in front of a very fearful Elaine. "We're going to whip leather, that's ah," Felice said with a chuckle.
"No-NO-YO-O-O-O-O-OWWWW! Agh- HURTS!!"
The Colonel had brought the whip singing down to rap smartly atop each of the shining black cylinders standing from Elaine's chest. The noise was terribly loud, frightening, magnified, of course, as supple green switch smacked taut leather. The leather took up the cut of the whip, but not the shock, and it transferred the stinging pain swiftly into the warm hard breasts it covered.
Wheeep-SMACK! "A-A-AAHHHHHHH! No, no, no, No-No-PLEEEEEEASE!"
Wheeeeeep-SMACKKKKK! "For God's SAKE- DON'T!"
Wheeeep-WA-APPP! "Yeeeeeeeeeeu-ughhh!" Elaine's shriek became a throaty groan of pain as searing flashes of pure torment ripped into her leather-bound tits.
There was only one consolation, and it was slim, in the agony she felt. That was simply that she wore the leather brassiere. Otherwise, the ten hard switch strokes the Colonel landed across the aching mounds would have torn them open and covered them with welts and spurting, oozing blood.
Felice reminded her of that, hissing into her ear, telling Elaine how merciful they were.
The Colonel dropped the switch. He was red-faced, panting, and the fly of his whipcord trousers bulged massively. Elaine could only moan and quiver. She wanted to fall, but couldn't even do that; Felice held her firmly up with one thigh shoved between her legs from behind. Elaine's naked buttocks rested on the girl's thigh-and the burning sexual sting Elaine felt in her crotch told her what she hadn't been aware of: While she was being agonizingly whipped, she had been rubbing her agitated crotch on the girl's slim thigh!
Thrum-m-m-mm... thrummmm... blood pounded and pulsed through her breasts-and there was a terrible humiliating additional pain.
Her nipples burned like fire. She realized they had extruded, swollen up sexually, as she was whipped.
My God, she thought, feeling dizzy, my poor titties respond to anything-even agony! My nipples are all fat, squashing themselves against those awful brass studs inside the bra-and my vagina's on fire!
Felice withdrew her leg and, with a definite squishing sound, ran her thumb up between wet, delicate folds and into the firmly elastic slash of Elaine's cunt. She gasped and grunted-but could not, could not force herself to pull away...
"She's wet as the Atlantic, Colonel," Felice announced.
Elaine's head dropped in shame. She sobbed quietly, surrendering herself with a convulsive tremor to the fact that she must be the world's foremost slut "Elaine," the Colonel said.
She looked up. It was huge, almost red, big veined and bigger both in length and breadth than Hoffman's. It stood high and arrogant, bobbing before his belly. Slowly her eyes rose from that triumph of masculine sexuality. She met the Colonel's eyes.
"Mistreating your darling fat tits makes both of us sexy, you see. Come, Elaine... eat."
She quivered. The girl behind her gave her a push. Elaine stumbled forward. Each step was a hew pain, as her big breasts tried to move, but were held immobile. Her hands were behind her, and she had a hard time getting to her knees in front of the sternly dominating man and his great hard-on. She managed it, hurting her knees. The jar made her tighten automatically around the shafe filling her rectum and holding it open.
Then she opened her mouth wide and shoved it at his crotch.
He groaned when her lips slid and spread all around the bulging, almost purple crown. But she couldn't take it. It was too big. Her mouth would go only around the head, not even over it onto the fiery swollen, thick shaft behind it.
She tried to scream as the switch lashed across her naked buttocks. She lunged forward. Her eyes bulged, her cheeks bulged, her lips felt like they were splitting. Behind her, Felice chuckled and made the whip sing in the air.
"She got it now, Colonel?"
"She has. She's wearing the head and about half the shaft in her face," her father replied."
"Little bitch! That's more than I ever got of your damned big cock in my face, Daddy! Bitch!" And Felice snapped the whip across Elaine's plugged bottom again.
Again the girl lurched. The leather brassiere banged into the Colonel's thighs. Elaine's mouth and jaws were so violently distended that her eyes were forced nearly closed. She tried to pull her head back; couldn't.
"It's stuck fast, dear," the Colonel said. "It won't come out, so long as it's erect."
It was true, the girl with the pain-suffused face realized. He had too much cock for her face. She had got it in only because she had lurched automatically away from his nasty daughter's nasty whip. And now she couldn't even move her face on it to give it the friction it needed! She'd have to suck it with all her strength, literally suck his semen out of his balls, so that his penis would go down and at last flop out of her face.
She began sucking.
s She knelt there before the standing man, his huge prick ramming out of his fly and into her face, and she sucked.
Kneeling, with her hands secured helplessly across her back, she sucked with all the strength of her mouth and throat He smiled, gazing down at the lovely sight. She sucked. So sweetly submissive before him on her knees, she sucked. Her darling pretty face pushed all out of shape by his big turgid fuckpole, enough cock to make a whore blink. She sucked. Her red hair streamed down, glinting with orange highlights. She sucked. Her straining cheeks sagged far inward with the force of her suctioning. Gleaming straps of black leather cut beautifully into her and made her white flesh bulge around them. She sucked.
And she sucked.
She sucked... and sucked... and sucked. Unable to move her head, her hands bound so that she could not squeeze and press and try to milk his alls, the beautiful young woman knelt there in abject slavery to piercing phallus, and she sucked for over twenty minutes.
By that time her face had gone all into flame with pain, and then that had faded, to become a numbness, and then the numbness gave way to a dull, constant hammering throb.
Then the Colonel groaned aloud. He quivered all over and hurt her anew, trying automatically to shove more mammoth cock into her face as it went off like a piece of artillery.
A great tidal wave of hot thick liquid flooded into her tortuously gaping face and somehow found a crevice in her stuffed face. It trickled out the corners of her aching mouth and ran down her chin.
Her lovely throat contracted, arching and swallowing spasmodically. He came and came, groaning and clutching her hair spasmodically, and his seed rushed in gushing hot torrents that flowed richly down her throat Even so it was nearly a minute before, with a wet sucking plop followed instantly by a groan of pain from the girl, his sagging penis came slithering and swinging out of her ravaged face. Another minute passed before she was able to close her mouth completely. Her jaws ached.
"Congratulations," Felice said cuttingly. "You're some kind of cocksucker!" Elaine groaned as though struck. Her pitiful eyes rolled up to the Colonel, seeking some word of gratitude or congratulation.
The complete master, he gave her none. He merely zipped his pants over his flaccid penis and reached down to grip her breasts with both hands. It hurt, but she scrambled to cooperate, and so she was only partly pulled to her feet by her leather-bound tits.
Smiling, he opened a drawer in a little wall-chest and turned back to her with a very handsome Mexican poncho, knitted green and gold with long fringes. He flung it over her, pulled it down over her head, and she bowed her head to aid him in arranging her hair outside the encompassing garment. It covered her body to mid-thigh.
"Now," he told her, "so long as you're careful and don't bend or sit, no one will know about-this." He put a hand up under the poncho to fondle her naked cunt. "Nor about your bound arms. Now come along, Elaine, dear, and let's bid the twins and 'Granny' adieu. They're overdue to be off to Disneyland, and waiting to say bye-bye to their darling Aunt Elaine."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Terry and Teddy were grinning, bouncing up and down and calling out glad good-byes; their new-found "Granny" was all smiles as she tooled the car down the driveway. The Colonel and his daughter waved cheery, smiling adieus... and Elaine stood with tears streaking her cheeks, trying to smile.
At that point it was totally necessary to her mental stability that she believe "Granny" really was taking the twins to Disneyland. Had she allowed any doubt to seep into her brain, Elaine might never have survived that ordeal that so changed her life.
As it turned out, Mrs. Chandler did indeed take the children to Disneyland, and they had a perfectly marvelous time, and their "Granny" obviously spent a small fortune on them. But that was something Elaine was to learn only after a great deal more pain, desecration, sex, and... massive doses of her own sensual satiation.
As soon as the car was out of sight, he grabbed her by the hem of the poncho and spun her to face him.
"What was that about calling home?"
"I... I forgot-I-I'm supposed to call their mother every night-"
"You stupid little bitch," he snapped, and set off for the house at a stride. His fist was still clenched around the hem of her poncho. A whimpering Elaine was forced to trot desperately after him. She had never realized how much arms had to do with normal balance until today... when, for all practical purposes, she had no arms.
In his study, he shoved her up to face the desk, ordered her to bend forward, and hurled up the poncho in back.
He began raining open-palmed slaps on her naked bottom, slapping the sweet cheeks of her contracting ass again and again with loud cracking sounds.
He totally disregarded the fact that each smack agitated the butt-plugger imbedded so well up her rectum. He thoroughly disregarded the fact that, with her arms bound across her back, she had to lie with the full weight on her cheek and breasts on his desk-and as she jerked with his blows on her quivering butt, she felt hot pain lancing through her tits. They tried to fold and scrape along the desk. The leather bra would not allow that. It merely cut into her the more.
"-sixty-SIX... sixty-SEVEN," the Colonel gasped, slapping hard.
Her bottom was made for spanking. Its cheeks were so round, so white, poking out so pertly behind her...
firm-fleshed, they nevertheless jiggled beautifully with each hard hand blow he landed, then tensed again as he drew back for another swat. The perfect, firm demi-globes of her ass danced in involuntary cadence to his slaps on their tempting double curve, throbbing and burning from the hard smacks. His fingers reddened the cheeks, striking again and again like lashes of stern leather thongs. Elaine sobbed childishly, squirming, helplessly wagging her red and smarting rear end. The large pads of flesh rounding so voluptuously from her narrow waist felt afire, and she was sure they must be glowing red and she wouldn't be able to sit for days.
"-ninety-SEVEN... ninety-EIGHT... "
"Uh... unngh... owwwwwww... "
"One-HUNdred!"
"Gowwwwwww!"
"There! Now you've been punished like a silly child for neglecting your responsibility to those darling kids' mother. Now give me her number! Straighten up there, girl, you trying to take a nap on my desk?"
"Hurts... "
"Of course it hurts. I didn't intend to make you laugh with glee. Here-hold still a minute, while I... "
"U-u-ukkhhh!"
"Um hm, look at these three fingers, Elaine, your sweet pussy's dripping wet again! You love it all, don't you. Now-the number... "
"But... we can't call her, I mean-"
"This is a telephone amplifier. You'll stand right there and hear her, and she'll hear you. The motel where you stayed last night had telephone trouble. Now-ELAINE! The NUMBER!"
She gave him her sister's number. He dialed. The phone rang. And rang. Then Elaine heard the click and the cessation of the ringing, followed by Delia's voice.
Elaine got the job done. Delia believed her, although she asked a few too many questions. The twins? Well, right now they're bouncing up and down in the car, yelling let's go, let's go... can you hear them?
"Lady," the Colonel said, "your car's blocking the Regular gas pump."
"Everything's fine, Delia, gotta go now-call you later! Bye!"
"Elaine-uh, goodbye dear, and thanks for calling," Delia's voice said.
The Colonel pushed a button and hung up the phone. He came around the desk, smiling. "That was certainly easy, wasn't it!" Standing close up to her, he reached around to fondle her burning backside. She whimpered and tried to edge away.
What the heck was Delia doing at this time of day, that she took so long to answer the phone?
Lying naked on her bed, propped on one elbow, Brian grinned at her as Delia came back into the bedroom. Her big naked breasts jumped and swung with every step. The tiny marks weren't even visible from where he lay, although of course the drapes were pulled.
"Everything okay?" he asked. "That was Elaine."
"I know-everything okay,"
She nodded with a sigh. "Everything's fine. She- ohhhh, poor baby, you lost your hard-on!"
He looked down at it, grinned. "Well, I know how to get it up again, sweetheart."
She smiled, rolling her eyes. "Yes-s-s... "
"You haven't had enough, have you."
She shook her head, then frowned, just a little, as her hands rose to her breasts. "I-uh, think I've had enough of the needles, though. I mean-we don't want to leave marks that Ted will see, don't forget that."
He sighed, glancing over at the table, where lay the four slim sewing needles he had imbedded into bottle corks. He'd had to use pliers, and he'd pricked himself a couple of times. But then, after making sure each had been well coated with alcohol, what a lot of fun he and Delia and her big flopping titties had had with those lovely little needles!
He nodded. "All right. No more needles. We'd better find someplace to keep 'em though, baby. C'mere."
She came, then came a lot closer when she saw that he wanted to fondle her pussy. She grinned wickedly down at him, stroking his hair.
"Well-l-l... I could let you take them with you... if I stuck them all four in your hard little butt... " He squeezed her plump love-mound. "No thanks. One more crack like that and it'll be the clothes pins on the nipples again."
She shivered. "Oh-honey that hurt."
"Didn't hurt me much."
"Much! You groaned, I remember that-uh, oh Brian, your fingers feel so good up there! You're coming up, too. But the clothes pins did hurt, Brian. And after all-you left them on so long!"
"Uh-huh. I seem to remember you came, though." He eased closer and began to lick up and down the slightly-parted seam of her cunt Sighing, she hunched her pelvis to his face and clutched his head.
"Wellll," she said, with a little smile. "Isn't it almost as much fun to use the vibrator on my nips."
"It's a lot more fun to use it on your clit," he said, licking it and making her hump. "I love to hear your squeal!"
She shivered. "Oh, wow, listen, that's so good it's almost torture."
"You tell me," he said, muffled, with his mouth pressed firmly to her cunt. He was letting his tongue slither in and out of the damp crack, tasting the slightly salty fluid she exuded so rapidly. "Is the vibrator on your nipples as good as... other things?"
Tugging him to her, hunching her lower body against his face in gentle fucking motions, she heaved a long, deep sigh. One hand rose to her nipple and she took it between thumb and forefinger, wincing with a tiny smile as she sank her thumbnail into her spongy flesh.
"Well... no-o-o-o... I... guess not... "
"Say it, baby, Say it."
Delia shivered. His greedy unsated mouth was going after the rolling, rolling heat rise liquidly up through her rippling belly. Her hands tightened on his head.
"Yes-s-s," she gasped, nodding helplessly and wondering if it could be a family trait, if maybe Elaine-if anybody ever got to her and taught her what her tits were for-if maybe she'd feel the same way. "Yess, I... do love to have... my titties hurt... " And her thumbnail sank deep.
CHAPTER NINE
Elaine was very grateful for having been allowed a trip to the bathroom, but she groaned and gasped, writhing helplessly, when the new butt-plugger was fitted in and then strapped into place.
It was larger. She felt it there, throbbing obtrusively in her rectum, for, many minutes. It also interfered with her walking, but that didn't matter. She was made to walk.
The sandals they gave her were just lovely, and she smiled as they were slipped onto her feet. She had never seen such long laces, thin, blood-colored strips of shining plastic.
But she poured out more pleas and groans when the straps were wrapped around and around her legs. They came all the way up her thighs, to within a couple of inches of the beginning outward swell of her mount of love. The Colonel and his maliciously grinning daughter pulled the straps so tightly that in some places, her full calves and the upper portions of her thighs, the thin plastic nearly vanished into resilient flesh.
Then the Colonel took her on a little tour of the estate.
It was beautiful, the grass an almost shocking green, the trees rising tall and full to cast magnificent lakes of shadow. They topped a long rise, and she was forced to hurry, precariously, as he strode down the other side. She still wore the poncho, and her arms were still secured almost comfortably behind her back.
At the foot of the hill clustered a luxuriant growth of trees, including beautiful willows that seemed to slump and weep for her. They rose along both banks of a gurgling little streamlet of clear water. The small waterway was no more than six feet across at its widest point, and generally only inches deep, although there were deeper, darker pools.
"Oooh!" she gasped, shivering, as he led her out into the running water. It was cold and must have been fed by a mountain spring somewhere. He wore boots, but her feet were totally unprotected by the open, laced sandals.
In midstream, he pulled off the poncho and she found that the air down here, in the shade and above the cold running water, was quite chill. Gooseflesh covered her arms and shoulders. She was almost grateful for the bizarre brassiere into which they had stuffed her titties.
Facing her upstream, he made her sit down. She squealed when her naked buttocks touched the water. Her legs tried to jack her back up again. An immediate firm pressure' on both shoulders forced her down. She could only shiver as her buttocks, tender and smooth-fleshed like new silk, sank down into the water that seemed positively icy to their tender surfaces.
Then she was made to spread her legs, wider and wider, until she teetered. This time she cried out in actual pain.
Rushing, cold water gushed into her open-forced vulva and furled up onto her belly, gurgling loudly, sluicing its icy touch into soft, ever-warm inner flesh.
"Keep those legs well apart or I'll stretch you out," he commanded. "That nice cool water will do your pussy a world of good."
"Whatever you say, Elaine. Just keep your legs open. Doesn't the water make a fascinatingly obscene sound, gurgling in and out of your gaping cunt!"
She moaned and bit her lip. Her flesh crawled in icy torment. Her teeth began to chatter. She shivered all over.
She watched him roll a large log down the bank and into the water. The great splash hurled icy droplets onto her naked back and shoulders. Again she shivered and moaned piteously. Behind her now, he arranged the log so that it formed a semi-dam in the stream. The water built up high against it, but rushed around to flow past either end.
He came to stand before her, gazing down at her with an expression of haunty power.
"Would you like to get up now, Elaine?"
"Oh, yes, yes!"
"Tell me."
"I'd like to get up now Colonel, please let me get up!"
With a smile at her enforced humility, he bent forward. Her eyes widened in consternation and fear when he slipped his fingers through the brass rings jutting from the very tips of the leather bra. Then, to her utter dismay, he began pulling strongly. She scrambled desperately to get to her legs together and thrust herself upward to ease the terrible strain on her breasts and most of all, her shoulders and back. Yet she knew that, with her arms secured behind her, she'd never have got up at all without his... help.
Sighing, she thanked him silently with tear-blurred eyes when she stood in the stream. Water sluiced noisily off her, but already her well douched vaginal cranny felt much better. Water poured obscenely out of it and over the lips, and she found muscles she didn't know she had to contract her cunt.
If he knew I could do that, she though, almost grinning even in her subjugated misery, he'd stop doing these mean things and stick his cock up me!
That thought gave her a little sexual twinge. But she glanced at his crotch, remembering the size of that bulky red prick of his, and she put the thought out of her mind.
They waded back to the log. She was forced to step over it, noting the deepish pool of water in front of the makeshift dam.
He turned her to face it, stepped behind her and took hold of her upper arms.
"Now Elaine, I'll keep you from falling. Kneel down."
"Kneel-o-on the log?"
"Just behind it. Facing it."
She sank down slowly, carefully, constantly fearful that he might release her and she'd fall. He didn't. Once again she jerked at the cold, and then was kneeling in the water with her thighs almost up against the log.
"Oh-C-colonel... my-one knee's on a rock-it hurts!"
"Oh," he said, "well then." And he shoved her forward.
She cried out in fear. The log gouging into her midsection, though, soon cut off her cry. Her eyes were terribly wide and draining tears into the water that foamed up against the damming log.
My God, he's going to drown me-yowwwch!
Her piteous, quivering moan was torn from her by the descent of her big leather encased tits into the pool of foaming water. But he was not going to drown her. She must lie forward across the log, with her hands useless, while her breasts remained painfully submerged in terribly cold water. And despite the strain on arms and shoulders and abdomen, she must keep her head up-or suffer a terrible consequence.
Quivering with the strain and desperate in anguish, she was just able to keep her wide-eyed face out of the water. It seemed to jump up at her, partially interrupted by the damming dangle of her leather-bound jugs.
She soon became shudderingly aware of the true depth of this new torture the cruelly resourceful man had dreamed up.
The leather was non-porous, and it was a conductor. It could not store up water and lie soddenly against her flesh; it transferred the water's cold in to the big nourishment bags that hung helplessly before her.
Her tits felt ensheathed in ice.
She moaned and shivered constantly and uncontrollably.
The Colonel, meanwhile, measured her time in the water's icy grip by seating himself comfortably on the bank and smoking a cigarette.
Then he returned to her, teasing her with the glowing tip, which he moved slowly and steadily closer to her face-and then dropped it into the water. With a hiss it was out, instantly. She relaxed with such grateful completeness that her face was in the water before she remembered to jerk it back.
The outsize globes of her extravagant bosom were numb, now, feeling like hard frozen balls that weighed many pounds. Tears rushed from her with the water when he pulled her up to her feet. But she had to stand there, demeaned and miserable, while he thrust the log over to the bank with his foot Then he bent to pick it up and heaved it well ashore.
Returning to her, he wiped off his hands by moving them all over her fluttering abdomen and belly, then down into the downy red-orange foliage of her naked cleft. She chewed into her lip. Somehow this was the most humiliating, completely demeaning thing that had been done to her. She whimpered. Her terribly cold, leather-squeezed breasts rushed up and down, surging with sorrow.
But he was not through humiliating her. Grinning confidently at her tearful, fearful face, he touched the fluted surfaces of her wet, deeply pink vaginal lips with the tip of one finger. He exerted pressure.
She gasped. He pushed.
The soft lips parted, seeming to squirm aside. Unwillingly, but without choice, she moved her feet carefully apart. One sandal slid over an imbedded stone in the stream's bed. She nearly fell.
At the same time he rammed hard with one sudden jerking movement of his whole arm, imbedding his finger in her with the full force of his upward thrust and her downward lurch.
"Ar-r-rmrrkhhhhh!"
She groaned and her pelvis contorted in anguish- then relaxed... as she began to feel... pleasureful sensations... from her finger-filled cunt.
"Please do-oh!-on't... " Instantly she groaned anew as he popped his finger out- And thrust it back up inside her heated hole. Smiling, ignoring her wincing grunting moans, he agitated his wrist to make his finger slick in and out, twisting about in her writhing pussy and irritating the tender inner membranes.
"Hunch," he told her. "Bend your knees and straighten them-fuck yourself."
"Oh don't make me-" He ground his finger hard into her. His knuckles crushed the silken soft skin all around the sweet socket he filled and battered with his malicious finger.
So she began to fuck herself on his finger. Her arms were bound across her back. Her throbbing breasts were still cold, and painfully gripped all around by the leather bra. Her feet were planted precariously in cold, flowing water. But she stood there with her legs apart and hunched his hand until her breath began to come in pants and her eyes were fever bright.
A rushing torrent of lust engulfed her vaginal depths.
It spread through her entire body as his fierce thrusts filled her with a laserlike intensity of lustful heat. Her eyes shuttered and her mouth dropped open. She hunched, imagining that his finger was a spearing cock...
She screwed her cunt up and down on that delving root with rapid jogging motions of frenetic impatience. Her heavy, tightly-bound breasts seemed straining to break free of her chest. Frightfully heavy, they were no longer cold, not at all.
The big heaving tits grew slick inside their cruel bra and filled the leather pouches with rivulets of perspiration, just as his finger glistened with her copiously flowing cuntal juices.
Her head went back and her throat emitted a stream of sweet, high-voiced sighs as he suddenly shafter her in a brutal barrage of deep strokes, nearly all the way in to her cervix. His knuckles ground into the outer flesh of her vulva. She worked desperately to gain their pressure on her aching, pulsing clitoris.
He finger-fucked her that way until she came, weakly sighing. Then he stepped back to watch her fight desperately to keep herself erect, despite the total draining ennui of her orgasmic aftermath.
Her head hung and she staggered when he led her back up the hill and toward the house. But they didn't return to it, despite her terrible awareness of the hot sun on her body, wet both from the cold stream water and from her own sexual sweat.
When they'd left the house, they had come through a long wooden gate a well-kept fence of white planks, like the fences of horse farms. It ran from the barn and down out of sight over a hill, presumably providing a fence-enclosed pasture for the horses or whatever were kept in the barn.
The fence was composed of thick posts well-rooted in the ground, with three long strips of planks, nailed to them. Planks, were nailed across the others, on the bias, to provide sturdiness to the white-painted fence.
He led her to where two galvanized feed pails hung by their handles from one fence post. She watched in fearful apprehension-what now?-as he turned one bucket upside down, opposite each other on either side of the fence, just at a post. Then he turned to Elaine.
She moaned and pleaded the whole time, but he remained arrogantly imperious and impervious to her plaints. He was strong enough to lift her up until she had both feet on one bucket and was leaning shakily against the fence, fearful that the bucket would overturn and smash her nakedness down onto the top of the thin plank. But that did not happen. He passed through the gate and came back to her on the other side of the fence. Then he aided and forced her to swing one leg over.
"Ah-oh! Co-Colonel... no listen please... this... I can't... the buckets might turn over!"
"Not if you're very, very still," he told her coolly.
"But I-I'm almost on tiptoe... the fence... it's cutting right up into my, uh, between my legs!"
"Into your cunt, silly, are you afraid to say it?"
"Well it is-please don't make me stand here like this-ow! Oh, no-o-o-o-oh!"
Now he forced her to bend slightly forward while he slipped her bound arms over the upthrusting fence post. Thick and tall, it ran up between her arms and back so that she was forced to stand very erect. Her shining, black-leathered breasts rammed straight out. She was fearfully, uncomfortably aware that the slim top plank of the fence lay just in the groove of her vulva. So perfectly centered was it that she soft lips were furled slightly apart by the plank. The plank was very warm. The sun fell directly on it... on her.
Paying absolutely no attention to her pleading cries, promises, threats, apologies and more pleas, the Colonel walked away. Her wide eyes streamed tears as she watched him vanish into the big house.
Her position was one of impossible helplessness. She must stand straight, because of the post behind her, like a thick rod up her back. She must stand still, for if one of the pails tipped over-she shuddered at the thought of the thin, inexorable hardness of the plank slicing up into her perineum and the soft, sublimely tender flesh of her cunt. She was afraid even to try to rise onto tiptoe to relieve the constant pressure that was already growing a little more than uncomfortable, down in the tender groove between the tops of her spread thighs. And the sun...
The wavering, shimmering heat...
It was directly before her eyes! She wasn't seeing a general humidity; the bright sun was sucking the stream water and the sweat out of her leathern brassiere, out of the tits stuffed so tightly into it-and those soft pears of flesh were growing hotter and hotter.
And the leather... it was tightening as it dried!
It grew worse. The sun began tickling her nostrils with horsey smells, fumes from her sweaty, leather-imprisoned tits. She could actually see the vapor rising, like tiny tendrils of steam!
She moaned and shuddered and called out for help as the great milky globes riding her chest began to feel as if they had been forced into a brick kiln. Pain... and more pain, as the bra drew up. Every strap tightened in steadily increasing pain and boiling hot constriction.
Elaine began to scream.
She screamed until her throat hurt and she nearly lost her balance. Then she stopped, wondering how long she'd listened to the screeching echoes of her own voice. Her legs were quivering with strain, which she tried easing by lowering herself onto the fence. But that forced the butt-plugger to bite into her, and in just seconds the thin edge of the fence plank began to feel like a knife cutting into her tender pussy flesh.
She sagged back against the thick post, ignoring its abrading pressure against her back. She streamed tears. She streamed sweat. She was desperately thirsty. She new she was drying out, the sun sucking up every ounce of her sweat and tears, desicating her helpless body.
She had never been so utterly miserable in her life.
Then, hopefully, she watched the long-legged approach of Felice. Colonel Chandler's daughter looked very svelte, very fresh and cool in the white half blouse tied under her breasts, and the sandals and white short-shorts she now wore. And... Elaine licked her lips and fixed her eyes on it. Felice was carrying... a tall, frosty, beautiful glass... Elaine could hear the clinkety-clink of ice in the drink... her mouth watered... her pink tongue slid over her lips that felt like the surface of the Sahara desert. She couldn't peel her gaze from the glass.
Felice smiled, raised a glass to her in a little toasting greeting, and paused to drink. With a long satisfied sigh, she came on over to the fence. She reached over and poked at Elaine's spread pussy lips with her finger.
"Uh-oh, please don't. Is-is that for me? I think I'm drying out... I'm dying of thirst!"
"Going to have a sunburned pussy, too, if you're not careful," Felice said with her usual cool callousness. "No, no... I guess not. The shadow of those big udders of yours keeps your puss shaded. I'll bet it's hot, hmm?"
"Oh, God-yes! Your-your father got it all wet first, and my b-breasts, too... "
"In the branch," Felice asked, and when Elaine frowned in a city girl's lack of understanding, she added, "the little crick."
"Yes," Elaine nodded. "So cold! And-now I'm so hot... and dry... and mis-er-a-ble!" she sobbed out the last word in quaking stages.
"Hm!" Felice gave her head a sympathetic wag, then raised her glass to drink. Elaine stared, swallowing, licking her lips.
"Please... Felice... please... can I have some?" Felice's eyes were bright. "What'll you give?"
"I-I haven't... what do you... "want?"
"Will you lick my pussy?" Elaine looked shocked. "Felice!"
"Well, I like that! It isn't as if my pussy's dirty or anything, big-jugs!" And she punished Elaine by pressing the cold glass against her belly. Shivering violently and jerking involuntarily, Elaine nearly slid off one of the buckets. Carefully she regained her balance. Her heart pounded with the terror of what had almost happened.
Felice drank again. "Ahlmhhhh-Boy, that hits the spot, on a hot day like this!"
Elaine stared down at the fence, between her bizarrely packaged breasts, each of which was a swollen mass of incredible heat.
"Oh how nice!" Felice patted her thigh. "But I don't usually mess around with lesbians, honey! What else would you do for a nice cold drink? Lick my ass?"
Elaine choked, gasped, swallowed hard. Her eyes misted with tears, she nodded. She knew she's agree to anything. Felice kept drinking. It would be all gone...
"Oh how nice! Ummm!" Felice trembled and wiggled. "That makes me go all wet in the pussy, you know, just thinking about a nice little wet tongue- unless yours dries up and drops off-slippering all over my little asshole! How about right after I stand up from the toilet, hmm?"
"Please... you... you're a woman, too. How- how can you be so cruel-l-l-l?" Elaine whimpered.
Felice sighed. "Beats me. Must be heredity. Sure is fun, though. I just can't decide, Elaine. Really. I mean -this drink's so good, and it is so hot and all. And I just don't know-is it worth it to have some stupid, fat-uddered little cocksucker lick my cunt and ass?" She sighed. "Boy, I just don't know. Hmmm! Tell you what! Would you settle for some ice? Two cubes?"
"Yes, oh, yes!" Elaine cried, her head jerking up. "What-what do you want?"
Felice grinned at her. "Nothing much. Five-no, six lashes. With a whip. One strap, thin leather."
Elaine shivered at the thought, but she heard the ice clink in the glass. "On... on my bottom."
"Nope," the other girl said, staring straight into her eyes. "Across the tits."
A violent shudder seized the helpless redhead. She closed her eyes and felt her mind reel. "Oh... oh, my, my God!"
"Yah, he'll help a lot. Listen, you better just make up your mind, because I've got things to do."
Elaine met the girl's eyes, meeting that expression of haughty superiority. Both of them were well aware of Elaine's smashed pride, of her abject state in her terrible apprenticeship to bondage and servility.
Her mouth opened slowly. Her voice merged tiny. "Yes."
"Yes!" Felice grinned. "Oh, that'll be fun! You agree to trade me six lashes across your big jugs for two ice cubs, right?"
"Two ice cubes, now, right now," Elaine said, thinking hard and wary of treachery.
"Right. I agree to that." Felice transferred her glass to her left hand and fished around in it with her right. "Do you?"
"Yes." Elaine whimpered, recovered. "I agree. Oh, God, Felice, I'm so thirsty I"
"Yeah, I can imagine. Anyhow, say it. The agreement. Say it!"
Elaine licked her lips. "I agree... to let you whip my breasts-"
"No, no, my fat jugs-no, fat titties, titties, that's it."
"-my, my fat titties, in exchange for-"
"Make that fat floppy titties, Elaine, and start again, from the top. And snap it up. It's hot out here, in case you haven't noticed. This ice is melting fast."
Tears flowed freely down Elaine's miserable face. She stared straight ahead as she spoke. "I agree to let you whip my-my fat, floppy titties, Felice, in exchange for two ice cubes for me, right now."
"Check!" Felice said, and laughing, she tucked one ice cube into the left cup of the screaming girl's awful bra and another into the right cup. Then she upended her glass over the bound captive's bare thigh, patted her hip, and returned to the house.
"No! Don't leave me like this-PLEASE! Come back!"
Felice walked on, jauntily, exaggerated the grinding pump of her buttocks in the short shorts.
Felice stopped dead still. Slowly, very slowly, she turned.
"Now that was nasty, Elaine, really nasty. I mean it's just no way for a slave to talk, slave. Now you'd better do a damned good job of apologizing, and right now, Big-jugs, or Tm gonna come back there on the run and KICK those fucking buckets out from under you!"
Weeping profusely, Elaine apologized. Quickly and abjectly. With a little smile, Felice went on into the house.
Elaine quivered. She'd been out here too long. She was confused. There was an ice cube in each cup of her leather brassiere-and she knew they were cold. Ice, she told herself. Cold. Frozen water. Ice!
"But it feels red hot!" she screeched, in ah agonizing maelstrom of sensory confusion. She sagged-and cried out again as she ground the fence plank into her blood-red, swollen vulva.
Now the whole process began again. The ice melted. The sun sucked the moisture forth from the leather.
Weakly, knowing she was going to die, Elaine only shuddered at the pain as she took the strain off her legs. She sank down onto the too-thin plank.
"Uh!" The sensation when she moved, just a little, was painful: wood abraded the satiny, delicate flesh of her cunt. But-there was a little surge of pleasure, too, in that sexual flesh.
In the house, her three captors watched through windows as their captive rubbed herself to an orgasm on her awful perch, crying all the while.
CHAPTER TEN
When the Colonel came out at last, wearing a white terry cloth shave coat and open, woven shoes, he had a completely submissive slave. She was willing to do anything. She could only beg for him to take her off the fence.
"I will," he said, "as soon as Hoffman comes." She nodded. "Oh-oh, thank you-is, is he coming soon?"
"Sure," he said, studying the sudden joyful look on her face She was completely conquered! She'd follow him around on her hands and knees, on a leash, if he wished, he was sure of it! A surge of power rose and pulsed through him.
"Hoffman will want to fuck, of course. He always does."
Elaine nodded. "All right. All right. Anything, yes, yes, let him come fuck me!"
"Right. Well, When he comes, Elaine, you beg him to fuck you, understand?"
"Yes, yes, oh, yes Colonel. I will, I will-here HE COMES! I see him coming, I see him! HOFFMAN! HOFFMAN!"
Wearing something like a foreshortened dashiki, multi-colored and very loose, Hoffman came across the grass.
"Hoffman, Hoffman, please-take me off this fence and fuck me, please, please take me off, Hoffman, fuck me, please, please, fuck me... " His strong arms came up, lifted her high, gave her a moment to draw up one aching leg and swung her off the fence. She was so grateful that she laughed aloud. She wished her arms were free so she could hug him.
His huge dark hand clamped her fiery, pain-sensitized emit and he squeezed until the hairy flesh bulged between his fingers. Elaine groaned and clamped her lower lips between her teeth. Her poor pussy was so sore-but she couldn't let him know, couldn't let him know what she had done!
His hand moved, squeezing, rolling, turning and twisting the soft, sponglike mound of her vulva, rubbing his fingers with deliberate harshness over the smarting, blood-red labia. Taking each between his fingers, he squeezed and tugged at the sweet soft Lips. She moaned aloud and writhed helplessly. But she did not cry out... sudden thrills were warming her belly... she shuddered in helpless, degrading carnal response.
"I don't care to fuck you right now," he said. "I'll come to you tonight-Colonel?"
The Colonel nodded assent. She was, after all, his property, and the softly submissive slave was his acquisition.
"I'll come to you tonight," Hoffman went on, looking into her eyes, "and you will fuck me."
"Yes, all right, all right, I'll... you'll have to show me how... " He laughed aloud, plunged his thumb up her squishy cunt, circled it, and dragged it out with a sticky-wet plup sound. She grunted.
"Kneel," the Colonel said.
Nearly falling, Elaine knelt at once. The grass felt nice and soft and cool under her knees. She waited, wearing nothing but the shining leather bra and the too-tight sandals and the wrappings that held her arms immobile behind her back.
The Colonel walked to her, lifted his shaving robe to reveal his naked genitals. The penis was long and thick, but not erect. He told her to lick.
Elaine leaned her forehead against his furry lower belly and ran her tongue out to lick his cock and balls. She had to work her arid mouth hard to make saliva. Then she made sure the whole area of his genitals was wet with it.
Then he stepped back, and Hoffman raised the hem of his multi-colored, elongated shirt. He also wore no shorts. He stepped close, and the kneeling girl licked the bulging prick and deeply-bushed balls. His cock came up rapidly, unlike the Colonel's. Without waiting to be told, Elaine sucked the tip into her mouth and loved it. She was so dry and thirsty that she almost wished he would piss.
He didn't, and after a moment he took his cock from her by stepping back. She reeled, nearly falling forward.
The Colonel produced a little chain, a dog leash, with a spring-clip on one end and a leather loop on the other. He snapped the clip to the brass ring in the end of her left bra-cup. Then he tugged. Elaine got herself to her feet.
Then he and Hoffman turned and walked rapidly on their long legs to the house.
At the end of the leash attached to her swollen, straining tit, Elaine trotted hurriedly along behind them.
Inside the cool dimness of the big house, they gave her a glass of water. The Colonel held it for her while she drank it down, all of it, her throat working desperately and rapidly. The water gurgled into her belly. She licked her lips again and again when the glass was empty.
"Th-thank you."
He nodded.
"Colonel, I, uh, please... I... I have to go."
He nodded and gave the chain a clinking tug. "Come along to the bathroom."
"Uh-I mean... the ah, butt-plugger... will you take it out, please."
He nodded without turning. With her arms behind her seeming their perfectly natural state, she allowed herself to be led up the broad steps. She was mindful of his command: keep the chain taut. She did, although it caused her a bit of discomfort a couple of times.
He sat on her knees and kissed her mouth, probing with his tongue and tickling her with his mustache, while she sat on the can. His hands slid over her flanks and back. Even so, she managed to get her business done. Then he moved her over onto Felice's bidet-and Elaine squealed as cold water rushed up to splash her cunt and anal crack.
Replacing the butt-plugger, he took her downstairs. Through the house. Out into the back yard.
There, after ordering her to bend over-farther, farther, that's right-the Colonel emptied a can of motor oil over her breasts and bra. She watched the slippery, slow-moving yellow stuff seep into the cups; she felt its slither over her tightly-encased tits.
"There, dear, that will be very good for the leather, and it'll soothe your titties, too, I imagine."
"Yes... I... I can feel it... "
"Is it nice?"
She shuddered. Her stomach lurched, merely because it was motor oil and the idea of it was nasty. But she had to nod; yes, it was soothing.
"Good. Thank me, then. In detail. I believe Felice taught you how to refer to those corpulent knockers of yours."
Elaine caught her breath. She waited until she was sure she had forced back her sob.
Then she said. "Thank you, Colonel, for... for pouring the motor oil on my... my fat floppy titties."
He kissed her forehead and patted her bare bottom. She quivered; the gentle pat there was strangely comforting-why wasn't it enraging, repugnant? She blinked her eyes in confusion.
"That's my girl. Nicely said. You're entirely welcome, darling. Now let's go back inside. Mind you keep the chain taut, now."
She did, walking carefully along behind him with the butt-plugger writhing around up her ass with every step. They returned upstairs to the bathroom, and he aided her in stepping into the bathtub. She was holding her breath fearfully. What now, O God, what now?
"Uh-oooh," she gasped, when he began to run his hands over the oily bra, squeezing her here and there, making little squelching noises so that she knew her breasts were now stuffed into a completely-covering oil bath. She stood nervously in the tub. Her sandaled feet were carefully planted on the safety strips laid across its bottom.
He began taking off the brassiere. She gasped in relief-and also in pain as he released each strap. First he had to tighten them, to get the buckles undone. Then they left her, the long-creased skin tingling and leaping upward, blood rushing in to leave long red marks that looked as though she'd been beaten, once across the back, once across each shoulder. At least they were all three loosened and the straps hanging.
Ordering her to face him, he pulled the leather brassiere off her big jugs by hooking his fingers in the end-rings and tugging. The leather gripped and hurt, and the skin felt assailed with needles as the bizarre contraption was pulled off, but at least its way was eased by the oil.
A goodly dollop of it splashed down when the bra at last came off with a ssshawwwk! noise. She heard oil sloshing in the cups.
Her swollen, throbbing, inflamed tits were absolutely coated with a sluggish yellow oil. It covered the fierce red marks she was sure must be etched into the creamy flesh-but the pain! Circulation returned; blood rushed in where it had been long denied proper flow; her quivering titties throbbed and ached and pulsed and felt terribly huge and heavy.
"Be still now," the Colonel told her.
Then he began to massage her bare tits, smearing the oil all over them and their soft nipples and the strap-marked bases.
She sighed. Was it only yesterday that he had done this and she had been furious, shaking in an agony of mortification and outrage? She couldn't believe it. What he was doing was so good, so thoroughly nice and soothing...
His hands moved constantly over the rich bounty of her jutting breasts. Closing his left hand up beneath the left tit to hold it steady, he used his other hand to massage the long, white oval, rubbing his fingers over the soft flesh, all over her breast, rubbing her titty and smearing the oil over it and trying to work it into the pores of her trembling, throbbing, out thrusting breast. She couldn't help it; the nipple got a hard-on.
Then, holding it rather more tightly, he began flicking the pretty little nipple with his fingers in wicked attempts to make it bounce and redden still more. It did, becoming dark and nearly as big as a rosebud just ready to burst into bloom. Hot little erotic thrills surged back into her chest and she sighed. She felt herself relaxing more and more, sliding into a lazy, thoroughly pleasant sensuousness.
He repeated his attentions on her other tit, treating it in an identical manner with his soothing hands. They were standing fat and swollen from her, glowing and gleaming with the oil that totally covered them.
"Now get just as close to the edge of the tub as you can, Elaine."
She did, and she was very surprised when he went down to his knees on the rug beside the tub. His hands slid up her outer thighs to her hips. There they clamped, his fingers partially around her hips on the outer swells of her bottom cheeks. He bent his head close.
Nothing had prepared her for this. She had never felt anything like it. It was that which few men were securely male enough to give, that which persuaded women to give up men for the sexual company of other women.
He kissed her bulging cunt. He nuzzled the lightly furred pink lips between her quivering thighs. He licked delicately over the soft, pursed flesh before running his tongue in between them, deep into her pulsating pussy.
She squealed and nearly fell in an absolute agony, an ecstasy, an agonecstasy of thrilling response. She groaned and began leaking thick warm love juice from the delicate and sensitive pink walls his tongue scoured.
Tiny beads of glistening fluid formed on the puckered, pouting softness of her labia. Without even knowing she was doing it, she tucked in her asscheeks and arched her body to offer her vaginal gash to his hungry tongue.
Suddenly the crest of hard flesh buried in the very top of the slash of her love-mound ran out and nudged his nose.
Drawing back slightly and lifting his mouth, he slickered his tongue over that hot, throbbing clitoris until she squealed in absolute rapture and voluptuous joy.
Then, slowly, he rose.
The naked girl stood there morning, her whole body quaking.
"You, ah, like that."
"It's WONderful!"
He cupped both her breasts and squeezed and lifted them, then pulled them outward, pushed them together, shoved them high, let go to watch them bounce down into their normal positions, bouncing up and down and quivering like great dollops of pudding.
"I'll do it again," he said, "the first time you ask me to hurt these pretty things." He tweaked her nipples.
"O-o-ohhh... " She licked her lips and her eyes darted confusedly about "Careful," he said, smiling. "I mean really hurt them, darling. Now turn around."
Still quivering in the grip of libidinous joy, she turned around to present him with a view of her bare ass. The firm, outthrust mounds of flesh were pressed apart by the presence of the butt plugger up the private, deep channel they framed. He fondled her ass for a few moments, then raised his fingers to begun unwinding her arms.
She sighed when they came loose, after so many hours. Slowly she pulled her hands around in front of her and massaged her tingling wrists and upper arms. He gave her several minutes, standing there studying her beautiful butt.
"Now, Elaine, you're completely freed and quite naked. I want you to turn around and kneel in the tub and use your mouth and hands to make my cock hard."
She turned slowly. Her large eyes gazed into his. Her lips trembled slightly and her satiny, quivering breasts surged out and up in a long, deep-sucked breath. She expelled it, licked her lips, and let herself carefully down onto her knees in the tub. She jumped a little; it was a broad, deep tub, and she had a lot of tit, and the porcelain was cold against the swollen undersides of her breasts.
He stepped close.
She studied him. There was a mass of dark, curling hair that obscured the skin at the root of his cock, which was thick, trunklike, and not red now, but a sort of tan-pink. Beneath, well-haired, she could see the swollen, oval shapes of his nuts in the wrinkled ball bag. It was all very interesting. Rather delicate, she thought, and very vulnerable looking.
She could swing the edge of one hand sharply up, just between his thighs, and in seconds he'd be helpless and writing on the floor. She didn't.
She reached up with one hand to cradle his testicles from beneath. Hearing his swift intake of breath, she realized the tremendous power she held within her. She felt the balls tighten at once in her grip, two large slippery eggs encased in a slippery flesh bag.
She ran her nail gently over them in a maddening, teasing caress. Her lips curved into a tiny triumphant smile at the sound of his groan.
Closing her fingers around the long, warm, rubberlike tube of his penis, she wiggled it, making it flop about. And she felt it grow stiffer, just that quickly.
Just like my nipples, she thought, glancing down at them and wishing that he could play with them while she played with him.
She arched her back to push them across the tub's cold porcelain edge until the nipples touched his legs. Moving her shoulders slowly, she watched her nipples brush through the hair of his thighs, which she could feel, softly tickling. She trembled.
She jerked her body forward. Her stomach smacked the inner surface of the tub and her tits batted his legs with soft slapping sounds. Her hand was sliding idly over his prick, marveling at how soft and silky it was.
Looking down, he saw her tongue come slithering out between her moist pink lips the color of cunt. She leaned her head forward a bit more and began licking at his cock, her tongue darting in and out, the way a cat would go after a bowl of warm milk.
She got a surprise: a little dewdrop of moisture formed at the very head of his livid cock's crown. She gazed at it a moment, then put out her tongue to taste it. It was tasteless, slightly slick and viscous. She licked the head thoroughly, then, and watched it skin tighten and darken as she-she!-me!-made it swell.
"Slide one hand up over my butt, Elaine, and into the crack."
She rolled her eyes questioningly up at him, then frowned slightly. "Is that nice?"
"You think I'd ask you to torture me?"
She remembered what he'd said: he'd lick her again, the first time she asked him to torture her pretty titties. Sliding a hand in between his thighs, she ran it up over the hairy mound of his asscheek, squeezed it to test its resilience, and found it quite muscular. Then she let her finger slip into the crack. It was hairy and very hot, slightly moist.
Easing her finger up and down his crack, she fondled his balls with her other hand while giving his steadily-growing prong sweet, wet caresses of her velvety tongue.
He quivered and gasped and made little groaning sounds. His belly moved and rippled with his aroused breathing. Smiling, she pushed her lips over the tip of his cock and tried to roll her tongue up into a tube. Then she tried to push it into the little opening in the tip of his satiny glans penis.
It wouldn't go in, but it was fun to try. She sucked very hard, wondering if he'd suddenly grab her and hurt hell out of her face again by cramming that plumsized cock head into her face. That made her think about her breasts again, and again she wished he were doing something to them, or had done something to them, tied them or something, so that she'd be constantly aware of them.
She licked and sucked, squeezed and probed and fondled.
His hand came down and she prepared herself for the sweet pain of having her head crammed full of bulging, wrist-thick cock.
It didn't happen. "That's enough," he told her.
Frowning, she clung to the head of his tool with her wide-spread lips, hating to relinquish it now that she had made it so big and pretty.
He bent, clamped his hands onto her tits, and jerked. With a pained groan she grabbed his thighs to help herself to her feet as quickly as she could get there.
With his hands clamping her swollen, oil-slick jugs, he gazed for a long moment into her face. Then he tugged, stepping back. She came quickly out of the tub.
"Turn, kneel, and lean over the tub. Put your hands in it or against the far wall, it doesn't matter. And get your legs well apart, I'm going to fuck you now, Elaine."
Her big breasts rose high with her long sigh, then shuddered down. Tremulously, with a last glance at the enormity of his threatening hard-on, she turned. She knelt. She leaned forward. Her breasts rammed against the tub; she hoisted her shoulders until her dangling white tits flopped over the rim and hung inside. Opening her legs, she set her hands in the bottom of the cold bathtub and arched her butt up and back.
She felt herself heating up already. Playing with his butt and balls and cock had made her sexy. Playing with his cock had made her sexy. Being told to get ready, being told she was going to be fucked; these, too, made her feel all damp and tingly with sexual anticipation. She waited.
She felt him against her outthrust butt. She felt the back of his hand slide along one firm cheek as he guided his prick under them. The huge head of his prick dipped between her wide-open thighs in search of her pink-lipped tightness and the deep hole of her yearning belly. She grunted when she felt it come into contact with the still-sore lips.
The labia parted before the surging pressure of the swollen knob. Lurching forward automatically, she braced, then pushed herself back with her hands against the far side of the tub.
His cock pushed through the dainty lips, forcing them to stretch around its sensual length and spectacular thickness. She felt pain... little pleasureful sounds gurgled up from her throat. She frowned. That was supposed to be a groan, she thought.
She groaned, feeling swift stinging pain in the tender flesh she'd so mistreated along the board fence in the most terrible and thoroughly shameful action of her life.
Then, almost with a pop, her pussy was stuffed full of oversized cock. It pulsed hotly in the tender little channel that, twenty-four hours ago, had been pridefully virginal.
She expelled her breath in a long, grunting breath and her body actually jerked and goosefleshed in violent aroused spasms. He shoved hard. The thick curling bush of his crotch tickled the lower curves of her buttocks.
"Uh... ooooh... have... have. I got it all?"
"Not-quite," he said, planting his hands against her ovalled asscheeks and tugging his prick back out of her. "This time," he said.
Then he rammed it in, making her tits jump and her belly squash down into the edge of the tub and her eyes flare widely-as did the soft damp channel of her pussy. She squealed. She felt-full! Full of thick, throbbing, rubbing heat.
"Now," he sighed, "now you've got it all. Be very still."
She was very still, kneeling there with her pussy full of cock of such a size that she was spreading all around it and she could feel the bulging head pressuring something way deep inside her. He was taking off the butt-plugger... she sighed and tightened up automatically to push it out as he began drawing the long probe out of her.
"Gah-Khuhhh!"
He had shoved it violently back. Holding it there, he pulled back with his cock, then sent it cannoning back into her clasping cunt. Holding it there, he pulled back the butt-plug and then sent it cannoning.
He had his watch on, and he fucked her that way, in ass and cunt and in cunt and ass, slowly and thoroughly, for fifteen minutes.
By the time she was a squealing squirming, shaking, sweating limp mass of totally aroused voluptuousness. She was a lump of sexual flesh without thoughts or conscious actions, only reactions, feelings, deep-seated churnings, voluptuous tremors and inner writhings of boiling heat So open was she, so thoroughly imbued with sexuality, that she only grunted when he pulled both cock and plug all the way out of her, dropped the plug, and ran his huge prick straight into the hot dark hole of her ass. He wondered if she knew. She took it as if she'd been buggered with his king-sized prick all her life.
That did not, however, prevent her burning anal niche from being far tighter than her cunt-almost excruciatingly tight. He groaned and strained, forcing his mammoth cock higher and higher up her ass, feeding the torturing need inside his scrotum.
Meanwhile she was moaning and sighing and straining backwards with her bobbing buttocks in a mindless determination to impale herself with every inch of his driving shaft.
Her big naked tits slapped the tub noisily, heaving with her violent movements to fuck herself. The nipples were fat and red and long, straining outward as if seeking to soar free.
She was so completely and totally aroused, so deeply involved in sheer sexuality, that once again her sensory responses were confused. She knew that he was hurting her and pleasuring her. She groaned and quivered in happy pain. And wiggling, thrusting strongly backward, she was not even aware that the butt-plugger was gone and that he was lewdly fucking her ass.
He nearly laughed aloud at the thought that a woman could be so sexually wrought up as to have her ass fucked and not even realize it!
She'll damned well know next time, he promised himself.
Then, as he went stiff and felt his balls tighten that last time, he thrust at her buttocks with both hands and pulled his cock swiftly out of her rectal grip.
She screamed at the pain of its sudden leaving.
He stood there and listened to her sorrowful moans as she realized she had been robbed. The warm spatters she felt on her sleek back and on the bulging cheeks of her rump were semen from the ejaculating cock he held in his hand and swung, shooting off her like a hose.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Strapped to her chair at waist and abdomen, the higher strap a firm pressure beneath the slight sag of her full breasts, Elaine ate very well indeed. She even received two glasses of wine with her fat, juicy steak, and when the meal was over the Colonel himself poured and handed her a brandy in a stemmed, bell-shaped glass.
It burned, but it was very nice once it was down, a rising heat in her belly that reminded her of sex.
She had to do the cleaning up and the washing, but she didn't mind. She was feeling a security she had never known before. And she seemed to move in the glow of a constant sexual awareness. Her body was totally naked, except for the tightly-constricting corset of boned black satin they had strained to fasten around her. The top portions of the attached bra-cups had been cut off, so that her breasts were raised high, but left bare.
The corset merely made her more aware of the new wonder: her delight in the mistreatment and constriction of her flesh. She was also very well aware that it made her look absolutely marvelous, her waist and abdomen a tight slender tube of gleaming black, with the whiteness of her breasts bulging above and her hips and buttocks fairly leaping out below.
The whole time she worked, Felice sat on a tall kitchen stool smoking and sipping at a bourbon highball. And tapping her short, braided whip repeatedly against her gleaming boots and the legs of the stool. The girl wore a black lace bra and panties set. The holes in the tips of the bra-cups matched the cut-out crotch that so sexily framed her dark-curled vulva.
Elaine let the water out of the sink.
"Finished?" Felice asked from behind her.
Elaine nodded.
"I can't-hear you-u-u!" Felice sang, like a Marine Drill Sergeant.
Elaine turned to cast a look of fearful apprehension at the other girl's whip. "I'm finished," she admitted.
"Hoffman!" Felice called, turning her head toward the doorway.
He came in seconds.
"I'll need your help," Felice said. "I want her bound very securely in a straight-backed chair, in the basement. The atmosphere's better there."
He nodded. He and the Colonel both knew of the bargain Elaine had made with Felice, although neither of them seemed disturbed about the inequity of the trade. Elaine had realized she might as well be calm. It had all been a trick, a hoax anyhow: they would beat her whenever they wished.
Hoffman opened the basement door. Elaine walked nakedly past him, her bare breasts jiggling, and descended the steps. Behind her came Hoffman, and Felice followed. Elaine shivered, both at the feel of the cool concrete floor under her bare feet and at the wheep-wheep sounds behind her. Felice was testing her whip, teasing her intended victim by letting her hear the slender little lash sing through the air.
Felice indicated the ladder-back chair with her whip. "Sit right there, darling."
"Felice... " Elaine began, but she broke off at the swift look of irritation that crossed the girl's malicious face. Elaine went to the chair and plumped her naked bottom down into it First Hoffman passed a broad leather belt around her middle, then around three of the upright rungs of the chair's back. Elaine grunted as he tugged it very tight before buckling it. She was glad she wore the corset to keep the leather strap from cutting into her and forcing her stomach out into an ugly bulge.
"Put your arms right back," Felice directed, and Elaine did, around the sides of the chair's tall back.
She felt the cool touch of leather as a strap was secured around her left wrist. Then she put her shoulders back and sat up very straight, biting her lip. He was forcing her hands together, and her arms were short enough and the chair long enough so that they barely made it. She realized that she would be in constant strain. Already the wooden dowels forming the sides of the chair's back were gouging her arms and threatening the circulation.
But he was not through. A cord passed over her left shoulder, beneath it, and pulled tight in her armpit. Then he pulled it once around the chair's top rung, ran it across, and bound it very tightly to her other shoulder.
He dragged the ropes so tightly as to send heated pain throbbing through her soft skin. Now she was forced to sit up very, very straight indeed, her shoulders all the way back and straining. She looked down.
Her breasts were rammed out sharply and forcefully, looking like the noses of a couple of aircraft thrusting out of the hanger. She felt quite proud of the magnificent display her firm titties made with her thus forced to jut them. But... she felt apprehension and dread, too. She knew that she had been bound just this way so that her poor breasts would form the best and maximum possible target for Felice and her nasty whip.
The sexily-attired-and mostly unattired-girl made her whip keen through the air again.
"Hoffman, my agreement with Miss Juggy calls for six across the titties. I'll deliver them at twenty-second intervals, to make sure she has time to get ready and really feels each one. Meanwhile, I'd like you to sit on her right and play rough with her pussy while I stand on the other side. That way both of us get to use our right hands with no sweat-and of course you know I'm good enough with this little whip not to put you in any danger."
"No," Hoffman said.
Elaine blinked. No! She saw Felice's eyes go wide and seem to flash coal-black fire. "Wha-at?"
"You know the agreement, Felice. The Colonel commands and I obey. The Colonel commands and you obey. You don't command. But-I'll make an agreement."
Suddenly Felice burst out laughing. "You want to offer me two ice cubes for six stripes across the jugs, like dum-dum here?"
Nasty shot, Elaine thought. I'd like to get ahold of her with a whip or something! I'll bet I'd enjoy ramming about eighty pins into those tight softball titties of hers!
"No," Hoffman chuckled. "Ill do just what you said-in return for a nice suck-off. Tomorrow. Outside."
"Okay," Felice said, without hesitation. "On your knees."
Felice sighed and the whip trembled as her hand tensed. Elaine frowned, wishing this had never come up-Hoffman was making Chandler's mean daughter mad, and she'd take it out on her helpless captive's proffered tits!
Felice nodded. "All right, Hoffman. On my knees. Outside. Tomorrow. I'll suck you off, baby!"
Hoffman brought another chair close up to Elaine's setting it so that it was to her right and partially facing her.
She groaned when, without any sort of preamble at all, he reached out and began playing his fingers through the wonderful fluffy bush of her vaginal burrow. She sighed in swift, totally helpless response.
Now long-legged Felice came stalking over to stand on a level with Elaine's left knee. With her teeth in her lower hp, Elaine tried not to notice the whip, tried not to be so conscious of the violently outstraining aspect of her large breasts, tried to concentrate on Hoffman's hand.
"Not enough nipple there," Felice commented. Transferring her whip to her left hand, she reached out to close her right around the surging end of Elaine's nearer breast.
She played with the proudly projecting ovals, letting their fullness and firmness shake and quiver in her hand while Elaine gasped and began to breathe harder and harder. Then Felice's thumb and forefinger grasped one upthrust pink nipple. Her thumbnail sank into the spongy flesh.
"Yaaa-a-aAAAAAGHKHH!" Elaine screamed. She lurched desperately-or tried to. Her upper body was held fast to the chair and all she accomplished was to make the ropes and strap cut into her painfully.
"That ought to give the cute little thing a hard-on," Felice said. She stepped back and, while Elaine was still trembling from the pain of her fingernailed nipple, Felice rushed her whip up and brought it down with a swift and expert wrist action.
The short, thin whip of braided leather smacked down into the white upper surfaces of both outthrust breasts.
Elaine screamed at the terrible sting, then gurgled, the scream dying into a panting moan, as Hoffman's finger slipped straight between the soft lips and into her cunt. She closed her eyes and rocked her head slightly, unconsciously keeping time with the throbbing beat in her hard-struck breasts.
She was just opening her eyes when the slim and snakelike whip came wheeping down again to send a new pain throbbing through each heaving projectile of her bosom. The stroke was no more than a half inch from the nipples and terror waves of heat sprang out into the tips and back into her chest.
Through the mist of tears veiling her eyes, she stared in horrified fascination as the whip slid over her nipples and was gone-and she could see the terribly white strip go pink, then bright crimson, then fade again to a dull, throbbing red. She felt it... throb-felt it... throb-felt it.
And she felt, too, the slow almost oozing flow in and out of her wet cunt of two of Hoffman's long thick dark fingers. He was bent farther forward now, peering at the fascinating complex of pink and red tissue he impaled with his fingers.
Elaine strained against her bonds. She could not move her arms at all, nor her shoulders. There was nothing she could do to alleviate the way her bare tits were forced to thrust out, almost obscenely. It was as if they were begging for another sweeping, cracking stroke of the dreadful lash. She glanced sidewise at Felice. The girl stood there, staring down at the red-striped tits she'd twice struck. There was a strange starey quality in her cruel and callous eyes, as though they were misted over with lust.
They were, Elaine realized, watching as the other girl used her own left hand to squeeze and press her own nipple where it thrust through the open-ended cup of her black lace bra. Elaine was amazed to see that her tormentress was squeezing hard.
"Uh-" she gasped, seeing the right arm flash up- come rushing down.
"Gaaahhhhhhhh! Oh, oh, oh, God, oh ow-ow-ow!"
Felice was too expert. Elaine couldn't know how she'd done it, and she hadn't time, in her agony, to wonder or care. But the girl's whip had not touched her breasts at all. It had come rushing straight down to slap directly onto her nipples, crushing them downward so that they them bobbed up when the whip was gone.
They pulsed out at the end of Elaine's already aching breasts. They were bright red extrusions, fat and swollen and totally blood engorged, like fat red cherries stuck on the ends of her poor tormented tits. Large tears rolling slowly down her cheeks, Elaine stared in horror at the already hugely-swollen nipples.
Hoffman rubbed the satiny flesh of her vagina slowly, titillatingly, well within her, deeply finger-fucking her and opening her more and more. She groaned. Her thighs tensed. The mouth of her cunt locked stubbornly over his fingers as surges of absolute rapture shot through her belly. When he pulled out, the abandoned pussy lips snapped vibrantly shut as if seeking to snatch at his retreating fingers.
Felice struck again. Elaine cried out and continued moaning. Perspiration rushed down her face, mingled with her tears. Neither of her captors, now, could be certain if her moans were of pain or passion-and Elaine was not sine, either. Nor did she care. Three stripes now lay across the naked, quivering flesh of her breasts, and they were all hot and swollen, throbbing away like overheated engines. Waves of surrendering thrills rolled through her.
Pain and demeaning degradation and rising sexuality; whip and fingers were all whirling together in her mind and body. Hoffman's fingers seared deeply and relentlessly up her grasping, needful pussy; whip stripes seared deeply and relentlessly into the swollen, symmetrical thrusts of her tits.
Swift and merciless, another blow came rushing down, and this time Felice put her body behind it and the leathern lash bit deeply into the tender tit-flesh and Elaine screamed and hot lust boiled through her, lust and pain, pain and lust and she tried to thrust her pelvis forward to get more of Hoffman's fingers there were three up her, now-and she tried to shove her breasts out to make them even more tempting to Felice's eyes and her slashing whip. The red stripes across them glowed with a fiery, ugly intensity, and they throbbed constantly.
Felice struck again, this time slashing up from beneath, the tip of the whip barely missing Hoffman, barely missing Elaine's corseted middle. Thup! The thin lash slammed into the undersides of Elaine's helplessly-proffered breasts, sank into the tight silky skin to dent the flesh beneath. Her eyes flared widely as she watched her tits flip into the air, leaping upward with surging, purple-red nipples. Then they dropped back. Like an unwinding spring, they jumped up and down before settling into their normal positions.
Panting, Felice thrust the handle of her whip up herself and hunched her body up and down on it as she jerked her wrist. Perspiration poured off her in no less streaming profusion than it rolled from Elaine's whipped, pain-and-lust sensitized body. The whip-girl's eyes were large and shining, staring with aroused lust.
"There, bitch," she gasped out, "there are your six stripes, and I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did!"
Elaine moaned. She tried to bite back the words that were rushing up from her throat. Her hips rocked and her sweaty buttocks made squelchy noises on the chair's seat. Her whip-marked breasts jumped wildly. With a complete and absolute loss of dignity, the words came.
"Yes-yes-don't stop... Felice! Do it some more whip me-do something-g-g-g-g-g-PLEASE!"
"Jesus," Felice gurgled out, staggering wide-legged as she screwed herself with her whip stock. Moaning and sobbing despairingly, clamping the three fingers Hoffman waggled about in her, Elaine writhed in a torment of pain and rapturous joy and looked with lustful longing at the whip Felice rode so voluptuously.
"Go to hell, you pain-crazy slut!" Felice snapped, her arm moving so fast it was burred. The whip handle rushed in and out of her gaping cunt with sloppy slippery wet sounds. Her other hand was squeezing one of her own breasts, and with such force that her entire arm quivered.
Weeping, Elaine made her own abject degradation complete by begging; begging to be whipped across the breasts, slapped across the breasts, pinched, bitten, anything.
She screamed and screamed again and wept hysterically, then, when Hoffman pulled his fingers out of her, wiped the slimy juice over her wealed breasts, and rose to his feet.
Now Elaine begged him. She was still begging when he and Felice went up the steps and turned off the light, leaving Elaine alone in the dark basement. Alone, and crying, and terribly hung up.
She screamed into the darkness and strained at her bonds until the ropes sank keep into her soft flesh. Her bare feet drummed the stone floor until they, too, throbbed with pain. She yelled and cried and begged for help, for pain, for attention, for the orgasm that was so close but that was not totally out of reach.
"You can go down and cut 'er tits off now, Colonel, if you want to," Felice said. She sank weakly into a kitchen chair and reached for the brandy bottle. "She'll take anything and beg for more!"
"She whipped her tits?" the Colonel asked, looking questioningly at Hoffman.
The tall man with the mahogany skin nodded. The Colonel directed him with his eyes. Hoffman moved over behind Felice's chair.
"Did she bloody them?" Colonel Chandler asked.
"No," Hoffman said.
"Dammit," Felice added. "I tried!"
"All right," the Colonel said, picking up the slimy-handled whip she'd dropped on the table. "Hold her fast, Hoffman! Now it's your turn, Felice dear. Six, wasn't it? Across the breasts."
And as Hoffman held the wide-eyed girl, twisting both her arms behind her chair, her father jerked off the black lace brassiere and raised the whip she'd used on Elaine.
Downstairs, slowly subsiding, gasping and choking like a hysterical child, Elaine suddenly frowned in the darkness.
What the devil was that bitch Felice screaming about?
CHAPTER TWELVE
After rubbing the cool, soothing lotion all over Elaine's whip-marked breasts and then adding more to make certain it was worked into the flesh, the Colonel released her from the chair.
"Thank you, Colonel," she said softly.
He nodded, gave her naked butt a swift slap, and pointed at the steps. "Up you go. It's bed time. Tits hurt?"
"Ye-esss...
"Good. So do Felice's."
She swung around to stare at him with large eyes. "What?"
His face remained impassive. "She received the same six, with the same whip. Without the fingers in her gap."
Elaine remained staring at him a moment, then grinned broadly and leaped to throw her arms around him. Heedless of the flashes of pain from the breasts she squashed against him, she squeezed him close. Her head lay against his chest.
Startled, he patted her hair, then stroked it a couple of times. Then he plucked from the chair one of the ropes he'd taken off her and brought it smartly down to stripe her left buttock and thigh in a long diagonal smack.
"All right, now go up to your bedroom as I told you. Oh, and ponder this. Felice received six with the same whip, in the same place. Then she got six on the buttocks, with clothes pins on her nipples-and she came, sometime between the fourth and sixth strokes."
"Her... uh... what about her, her sex?"
"Her pussy, Elaine, good grief! Her pussy, silly, not her sex!"
She nodded, reveling in the put-down and his power. "I'm sorry. Were you doing something to her... her pussy?"
"No."
Thinking about that, the achievement of an orgasm via whipping and without any sort of genital touch at all, Elaine preceded him up the steps. Taking a long, swishy, beautiful gown of blue chiffon over ice-blue satin out of the closet, the Colonel handed it to her. She clutched it to her, blinking at him. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Put it on," he said.
She hesitated. He leaned a hip against the dresser. She firmed herself and, standing there with his eyes on her, she arranged the flowing gown over her arms and head and let it flow and caress its way down her body.
She knew she looked beautiful, like a bride on her wedding night.
He nodded. "Very nice," he commented. "Now turn around and put your arms across your back."
Feeling very luxurious, very beautiful and very much enslaved, Elaine did as he said. She gripped her opposite forearms, close to the elbows. He wrapped her with the immobilizing length of elastic cloth.
"Pull your arms apart."
She tried. Straining, she tried again. She couldn't.
"Good then," the Colonel said, and he picked her up easily, stepped to the bed, and stretched her out on her back. After arranging her gown over her legs, he kissed her on the forehead and left her.
She lay there thinking about the caress of the nightgown she wore and the tickling caress of his mustache, and about Felice's coming, without any sort of vaginal stimulation, and about all the things that had happened to her. It seemed she must have been here months. She wasn't the same person. She'd never be the same person again.
She'd come here a girl. Now she was a woman, and she knew things about herself she'd never have believed. Nor, in all likelihood, would she ever have learned them, without her enforced bondage in this strange household.
She went to sleep.
Elaine hadn't forgotten her agreement with Hoffman, it had just slipped her mind. She was only momentarily frightened when she awoke to find him bending over her, so dark in the darkness.
"You're to fuck me, remember?" - "Oh, yes. But-my arms... " Sliding a hand under her, he worked his fingers into the crack of her ass, very warm from her sleep-heightened body temperature. He turned her over onto her belly in a quick flip that made her grunt. She lay there, her bulgey, cheeky ass magnificently displayed when he hoisted her sexy nightgown. Then he unwound her arms.
She sighed as she eased them off her back, tingling, and stretched them alongside herself. "Get up."
Elaine got up and for a moment he stood there gazing at her with a little smile on her face. It was the kind of super-sexy honeymoon gown that concealed everything but made it appear so available that it was as sexy as nudity. And with this girl, there was no way to conceal the voluptuously feminine outline of the swelling curves of her bosom.
"Take it off," he said quietly.
The slavishly obedient girl took it off, glanced around a moment, then dropped it into a chair. She stood naked before him. He wore only pajama bottoms, and his upper body's muscular development and blatant manliness was as beautiful as her femininity.
"Take these off," he said, touching the blue pajama bottoms.
Hesitantly, unsure of herself, she approached him. She hesitated. Then she snapped open the waistband and, using both palms on his hips, wiped the light pants down his strong hips and thighs. His big dark cock sprang out at her.
He stepped to the bed and stretched out on it, on his back. Rather than standing straight up as she had expected, his cock swung back and lay along his belly, pointing at the navel it nearly reached. Its broad, veiny underside was presented to her, and the twinned hillocks of his balls, lying just at the beginning of the dark cleavage of his buttocks.
She remembered her beaten breasts and looked down at them, although she had no idea how long it had been since Felice had administered the six lashes. Elaine sighed. Yes, she could see the stripes across them, even in the darkened bedroom.
"Open the drape," Hoffman told her, and she did so, to admit a sudden silvery flood of moonlight "Now come and fuck me."
She went to the bed, put one knee on it. "Hoff- Hoffman? How? I mean-how do I do it to you?"
"Get up astride my thighs," he told her. "Then you hold my cock up with one hand and let yourself down on it. After that you ride by jacking yourself up and down with your legs. That way your pussy jacks me off."
"Oh," she said, with a little frown. There was a bit of difference between being just a vessel, with assorted indignities, cruelties, and rapes perpetrated on her enslaved body, and being told to do the action herself.
But she did as he said, moving carefully on the bouncy bed. He lay with his thick dark thighs pressed closely together, and she set her feet on either side of them. She bent far forward toward his face to keep her balance, and actually used his penis as a stabilizer. With her hand wrapped around the thick, very warm shaft, she arched her naked bottom downward. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing strongly in the long thick horn she grasped.
She looked down between her breasts to make sure her genitals were in a proper position to receive his. Then, licking his lips, she began to do it.
He watched the tension increase in her calves and thighs as, with her feet planted wide, she lowered herself. The fine round muscles in the backs of her calves stood out into beautifully bold relief. The tendons and slim ridges of muscles in her inner thighs also bulged slightly, her thighs hollowing around them. They ran straight up and down the inside of her thighs from the very edges of her bulging mound of Venus, and it was beginning to open up.
He felt the swollen tip of his curving horn brushing over the triangular tuft of soft, tendrilly hair covering the plump pouch of her mount. The slash up the center of that bulge opened, forced automatically ajar by her wide-set feet.
She eased herself down, at the same time sliding him up into the dainty flanges wreathing her cunt. Such a very short time ago his had been the first cock up that long-sheltered slit. Now how nice to he still, on his back, while she did it herself!
The wet heat of her vagina enveloped him. She sighed as she felt his horny length sliding up into her.
She moaned, smiling slightly and squirming. The globular weight of her breasts bounced and swung and seemed to pull her down onto him. Then her buttocks were riding his thighs, tight on them, flattening whitely over the skin, which looked glossy black in the dimly-lit bedroom.
He was buried in her to the hair. He knew she could feel cock all the way to her cervix.
Her shoulders sagged and her eyes were starting to glaze. A shudder seized her body.
"Doesn't it feel good," he smiled.
She moaned and rolled her head loosely, sitting there with a pussy full of his throbbing meat.
Then she started to move, slapping him with the firm hot cheeks of her ass. Her cunt slithered up and down his muscular, smooth prick. The big blood-filled crown thumped about in her and rubbed the cringing, slippery walls of her pussy.
Lying still and supine, he stared up at her. He smiled a little, remembering how they had left her, so hung up and needful of release. Now she went after it enthusiastically. An excited woman rode his outstretched body with a raw animal craving, seeking relief of her unalleviated sexual tension. Her tits were jouncing and bouncing wildly, slapping each other with damp pulpy noises. Her cunt slipped up and down his prick with similar noises, wet, slurpy, pulpy.
He was entrenched, imbedded tightly in her sexy cavern of love, and he liked it. He liked to be fucked. Liked to watch a very white and highly aroused woman working hard to fuck herself on him and his upstanding flagpole of black cock.
She was bouncing up and down with complete abandon and again and again the tight hole of her plunging belly swallowed all of his cock there was to swallow.
He watched the wild bounce of the hard, heavy swell of her breasts, swaying out gently toward her ribs, shadowing them deeply. The silky-skinned beauties bounced higher and higher. His hands rose.
"Uh," she gasped, as his hands slid over her breasts. "Ah-yes!"
He cupped his big dark hands tenderly around the outsurging mountains of milky white flesh. Their tips began swelling beneath his working, squeezing fingers. She sighed and bounced, fucking him strongly.
While she fucked him, he slid his hands up a little more over the warm swells. He held them firmly with one had cupped about each hot projectile and let her feel the building pressure as he tightened his fingers. He pressed them, squeezed them harshly against each other, luxuriating in their springy softness and malleability. His thumbs descended onto the shining jut of her nipples and began to move in steady, rolling pressures.
She gasped and her eyes rolled up as his hands rolled and rubbed all over her bouncing flopping tits. And still she jacked herself up and down, masturbating him slickly with her cunt, fucking herself delightedly and with complete luxurious freedom of movement.
He clamped her nipples. Hard. He pressed harder, twisting his wrists a bit to strain the flesh this way and that.
"Ah, ah, ah," she gasped out on a rising note, "ah, ah, ah, AAHHHHHH!"
He felt the sudden flowing surge of her warm slippery inner fluids, juicing down over his turgid penis as she came with low constant squeals and sighs of rapturous orgasming joy.
He dropped his hands to her hips and strained hard to bounce up and down beneath her. His heavy prong poled up and down in her contracting cunt. It spurted.
His balls burst in a spasmodic throbbing that flooded the yawning mouth of her belly with fluid.
Sighing out weak little screams, she toppled forward. He enwrapped her soft whiteness in his big mahogany arms and held her close, like a lover.
They heard it together: the wet little sucking sound as his prick slipped from within the soft warm folds of her inundated interior.
Then he accompanied her to the bathroom, played with her big jugs while she sat there in lip-quivering debasement, and accompanied her back to her room. There he watched while she slipped the lovely gown on once again. After that he rewound her arms, covered her, and left. She went to sleep very quickly.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Elaine was awoke next morning when Felice came in. The grinning girl wore tight knee-high boots of crinkly shiny plastic, a plastic or leather vest with laces in the front that missed the mark of concealing her breasts, and... a dildo.
Elaine stared at the big hard-rubber whang bobbing and bouncing before the tall slim girl who walked over to her bed.
"Hi! Wanna fuck?"
With a sigh, Elaine shook her head mutely.
Instantly Felice's hand snapped from behind her back. The longish leather whip she carried sent a fiery thin line of pain across the other girl's belly. Elaine made a choking, gasping, gagging noise and tried to convulse.
"Wanna fuck?" Felice asked again.
Elaine had no idea what got into her. The whip was a certainty if she didn't agree. But: "No!"
With a startled look, the other girl grasped her hip and tumbled the bound captive off the bed. Unable to cushion herself at all with her back-bent arms, Elaine fell with a series of painful thumps and a pained grunt. Very quickly, Felice yanked up the skirt of the fluffy blue gown in back. Then she sent jelly-juddering tremors and convulsions through those exposed helpless buttocks with three swift strokes of her whip.
Elaine lay writhing, her teeth tight-clenched and her eyes leaking tears. Her whipped bottom throbbed and flamed and the oval white cheeks tried desperately to huddle against the fiery, loud-slapping lash.
"There. I won't ask you again, you stubborn little cunt!" Felice snapped. "I know you like being whipped. You'd come all over yourself if I gave you about five more, wouldn't you?"
Elaine groaned, humiliated. Then she remembered. Twisting, she rolled onto her side and looked up the long length of the other woman.
"Maybe," she said. "Like you did, last night, when the Colonel whipped your tits and butt!" Now I've done it, she thought miserably. She'll beat me to bloody tatters.
Felice's face showed her shock and her hand, rising with the whip, quivered so that the lash writhed in air like a snake rising out of a fakir's basket. Then she drew in a long, deep breath and let it out in an equally long sigh.
She nodded. "Yeah, right. We're pretty similar, you and I, huh? The shrinks all say sadism and masochism are present together in the same person, and they're sure right about me. I wonder about you... Yeah, I love to whip and hurt and humiliate... but I don't like to get the same treatment. And yet I do, back somewhere inside, because it's sexy and good and I get mad as hell-even while I'm coming."
She tossed the whip onto the bed and bent. "Anyhow, get up now, I want to dilly your cunt. It ought to be nice and big and easy now-and pretty sore, from all the activity it's gotten here. Sweet little virgin, weren't you?" She drew Elaine to her feet. "Huh! I lost my cherry when I was twelve. And you'd never guess who busted it."
Elaine shivered. "He told me. It's really true?"
"Yeah," Felice nodded. "Grandmas took his when he was thirteen, too. We're quite a bunch. Quite a family. Welcome aboard. Turn around while I get your arms loose."
"F-Felice," Elaine said, feeling a sudden new kinship with the girl who had treated her so viciously. "Should you undo me? I mean-they wrapped my arms."
"Concerned about the state of my health? Wow, you're nuts, after I've been so bitchy to you. No, I've got permission. So you'd better be still while I get you untied and naked, then go over there and bend forward facing the dresser mirror."
Elaine did. The dresser was broad, rather low, with a long mirror. There were two side-by-side top drawers, and to their handles Felice bound Elaine's wrists. The naked girl hung onto the edge of the dresser top with her fingertips. Her feet were well parted, her back bowed and her butt out and slightly up, so that Felice's target was well displayed.
Felice stepped up behind her and clapped her hands to Elaine's haunches. Her eyes met the redhead's, in the mirror. Felice grinned nastily. She saw the captive blink, bite her lip, and try to prepare herself for the sudden hard cold thrust of the dildo.
"Oh, shit!" Felice snapped, with an angry jerk of her head. She slapped one white naked buttock, hard. Then she reached up under the base of her dildo. Her fingers sank out of sight. Much surprised, Elaine watched her female rapist slick the big dildo with her own inner juices. And Felice looked mad as hell, all the while.
"God, why'm I doing this? Treating you nice-with both you and it dry, this thing'd tear your pussy up!"
Elaine lowered her eyes, then her head. She gazed abjectly at the glass-topped dresser. "I... I'm not dry."
"What?" Felice stared, then laughed. "Christ, what a slut! I'd forgotten about that! Okay then, get your pussy ready, because here's where you get fucked, and fucked good!"
"Ow!" Elaine jerked up her head and cried out in swift pain as the big unyielding cock substitute ground through the little aperture between her cunt lips-they were sore, too-and stroked deeply into her. The soft inner passage widened itself desperately, membranous walls writhing away from the monster whang of hard rubber. It thumped her cervix and she groaned again. Quivering, she opened her legs a little more, both to try to spread open her pussy and to make sure she maintained her balance.
Smiling, gripping her flaring haunches with fingers that sank in their long nails, Felice stood behind her and snapped her hips strongly back and forth. Girl fucked girl, forcefully.
Then the door opened and both their eyes went wide as they watched, in the mirror, the entry of the Colonel. He was completely naked, and his big penis was in his hand. He was sliding it up and down. It glistened. He was smearing something on it. With his hooded eyes showing no emotion, he walked up behind Felice, who was suddenly still. Elaine felt the girl quivering against her own upturned buttocks.
"Let's both fuck her," the Colonel said, and plunged his well-greased prick up his daughter's asshole.
"AhOWWWWWWW!"
"Oh, shut up, Felice. I vaselined it well, and you're sure and hell not a rectal virgin."
Elaine felt weak. She closed her eyes and strained her wrists against her bonds, trying to get more of her fingers onto the dresser's top.
His daughter, she thought. Her own father-and in the bottom!
"Y-yessssss," Felice hissed in a strained voice, writhing with her face contorted and her eyes clenched shut in pain. "But you came in so fast... and dammit Daddy-you're so BIG!"
"The better to fuck you with, my dear," he grinned, and with his hands on her slim hips, the fingers wrapping into the little hollowing indentations that flanked her tiny belly, he began to move in and out of her.
Felice moved with, him. The cock streaked in and out of her ass.
As she moved, of course, the dildo slid in and out of -Elaine's widened vaginal gash.
Thus Colonel Chandler fucked both his daughter's rectum and his captive's cunt at the same time.
And all three of them, the tall, thick man and his tall, slender daughter-forced to bend forward now, to lessen the discomfort of her rearward impalement-and their well-initiated captive... all of them could watch it happening, in the dresser mirror.
The gasping man's heavy prick pulsed along the wet tunnel of his daughter's wincing anus to lick the very depths of her rectum. His movements became more and more powerful, so that he was pummeling his cock almost viciously in and out of her asshole-and forcing her to give Elaine a thorough, harsh reaming with the dildo. The thick length of molded rubber was coated and fair dripping with the juices of the girl's helplessly responsive burrow.
As the Colonel dragged his daughter back onto himself, hunching and leaning over her back to pierce her deep, the dildo suddenly popped free of Elaine's cleft. Shining with slippery fluids, it bobbed high. The Colonel lunged.
Elaine gasped and groaned when the dildo whipped all the way out of her cunt. But she shrieked when the Colonel's forward lunge sent it all the way into her ass!
Felice gasped and sighed as she was ass-fucked; Elaine groaned and wept and cried out. Both young women worked desperately to will their most intimate channels to loosen and become totally receptive.
Both, eventually, succeeded. Cock and dildo slithered easily in and out of their respective holes.
Both, eventually, came with moaning gasping shuddering cries and trembling, sweating bodies.
Then the Colonel shot his sperm up his daughter's bowels and lay heavily forward along her back, soaking his prick deep up her, in a bath of its own juices, and forcing the maximum impalement of Elaine's rectum with the dildo spearing from Felice's loins-and grinding into her inflamed clitoris.
That afternoon the Colonel tormented Elaine's tits, and she had to lick and suck his penis for fully a quarter of an hour before it was at last high and hard enough to fuck her face. He did.
She sucked and took it, trying to make her face huge and her throat soft and flaccid and open. Behind her, Hoffman lightly switched her naked butt in a constant, rhythmic action that didn't hurt a great deal but that did burn and sting and lift her higher and higher toward orgasm.
She came again, just before she received a mouthful of sperm, the remainder of which the Colonel shot off over the bulging bobbing naked whiteness of her big breasts. Then she sagged weakly, languidly obeying his command to smear her tits with his cum. She was exhausted. She had lost track of her orgasms. But she must have had as many in this brief weekend here as she'd enjoyed in the whole previous year of masturbatory climaxes.
None of which, not one, had been as good, as thoroughly, devastatingly enervating as the multiple and mostly enforced comes she experienced in the Colonel's country mansion.
A couple of hours before the sun went down, Felice showed Elaine a very strange pair of pants. They were leather, and when Felice made the sighing redhead pull them on, they were singularly tight and hardly yielding at all. She had to struggle to get them up. Then she paused, while Felice made the adjustment.
Built into the crotch of the leather pants was a slim, five-inch dildo, leather over-something hard. It went easily in, straight up into Elaine's pussy, and it felt rather nice, neither broad nor long. She laced up the rawhide-fronted pants, and Felice circled them with a thick heavy belt that she buckled in back.
Elaine found that just walking was intense excitement. She learned why the built-in cock was not long or thick. At each step, it wobbled in her. She... she was fucking herself as she walked!
It was riding the horse, though, especially when Felice slapped the placid roan and made him trot, that really gave Elaine a big surprise-and a royal fucking. She came twice before she fell off the horse and rolled on the ground, gasping and groaning and grasping her tits with both hands.
After that, she was very uncomfortable while they ate. She had to sit normally at the table. And she had to keep the pants on, and the dildo in.
The dildo sucked loudly and slimily out of her when Felice at last unbuckled the belt and a quivering, terribly embarrassed Elaine, had to stand there in front of all three of them and strip off the pants. They were wet in the crotch. So was she. They tied her in the bathtub and left her for an hour in water that began as being too hot and was eventually tepid.
Still, she appreciated and needed the long relaxing bath, and it was lovely. It would have been even better if the Colonel hadn't left the clothespins on her nipples. They never stopped stinging. Her smarting nipples never went numb. She was horribly, fierily aware of the thick, strutting, wood-clamped extrusions throughout the bath.
She gasped, then squealed, when he took them off. Blood rushed back into her nipples after being cut off for an hour, and it hurt.
They telephoned Delia. Elaine told her the kids were exhausted and asleep, and she was retiring right away. They'd try to get away early tomorrow and be home sometime Tuesday. Oh, yes, everything was fine.
Then the Colonel took her up to the bedroom, "her" bedroom.
"Colonel," she said, looking very thoughtful while he stood behind her and eased his fingers in and out, one in her anus and two in her fluid vagina. "The-the bargains I've made ..
"What? Turn around and face the mirror, so I can see your face. That's good. Now lift your hands and pinch your nipples. There, good. Open your legs. See my hand working in you? Isn't that just deliciously obscene?"
Sighing, she nodded. She stared at herself. Obscene.
"What about the bargains, dear?"
"Oh. First there was the one with Felice... she told me she'd give me the two ice cubes if I agreed to six lashes... here." She jiggled her breasts. The marks had nearly disappeared. There was one small bruise, off to the right side of her right breast "Yes. Little bitch tricked you, too." He smiled, his fingers sliding, sliding.
"Then... then Hoffman. To get him to take me down, I had to agree to, ah, to ride him last night."
"Yes. He said you did a fine job of it, too. Enjoyed it, didn't you?"
She blinked and lowered her eyes. "Yes-esss... " She drew a deep breath. "Well, yesterday, when I was standing in the tub... and you knelt... and... kissed me... "
"More than kissed. I licked your pussy. Cunnilingus, if you like fancy words."
She nodded. "Yes, yes."
He pushed his fingers deep, making her gasp and hunch her shoulders in helpless pleasure. "You really liked being licked and sucked, didn't you?"
She nodded. "Oh, yes! Well... and... you said... you said you'd do it again, the first time I asked you to... to hurt... these." She jiggled her breasts with the hands that were, as he had ordered, pinching the nipples.
He nodded. "Exactly what I said. I remember adding that I meant REALLY hurt them. Remember that. I meant it."
"Y-yesss... this... this afternoon, in the tub "
"The clothes pins? That was nothing. Just a little pinching."
She shivered. "The-whipping Felice gave them.
...
"Oh, but that was only six strokes, don't forget. Only six."
She bit her Up. "Only."
He nodded, gazing at her eyes in the mirror. "Yes. Only six."
She sighed. He continued sliding his fingers in and out of her.
"You'd... whip them?" she shivered.
He shrugged. "Probably."
"Uh... would you... bite?"
He shrugged again. "I might. I won't tell you. Doctor Ivan Bloch wrote a book about... let us say unusual sexual practices. He related a news item that appeared in a French newspaper called Gil Bias." He smiled. "I remember such things, you see. A man of about sixty, the proud father of two daughters, had a procuress bring him a young woman whose name I well remember: Claudine Buron. He had her kneel before him, and then he stuck about a hundred needles into her, tits, butt... all over. Ah-makes you shudder, does it?"
He chuckled, then went on. "Then he folded a handkerchief in three corners and attached it to her tits with needles."
Again Elaine shivered, watching him, wide-eyed, in the mirror. His fingers in her anus and vagina made her wet. What he said at once thrilled and horrified her. She was, she realized, going to come. Her fingers clamped her nipples a bit harder.
"Then," the Colonel said, "he ripped the handkerchief off."
"My God!"
"Yes. Well, he gave her forty francs, whatever that amounted to. Eventually the madam was given a year in jail and the man got six months and a fine. The girl was given a thousand francs in damages. Whatever the damages were. I imagine she was completely healed within less than a month."
After a long silence, Elaine asked, "That's... true?"
"Oh, yes. The book was published in 1948. It's called Marquis de Sade; His Life and Works. But the story about Claudine I just told you-that was fact, from a newspaper article, not one of Sade's novels."
Elaine could only shiver. Her mouth gaped open and she could not close it. Her eyes were glazing. His hands moved steadily. She was coming...
"I wanted to tell you that. Note how well I remember it. I won't tell you what I'd do to your titties, my dear, if you asked me to hurt them. But-I promise you pain."
Silence. Then: "Ah-gahhh," Elaine gasped, jerking. "Ah-" And she slumped in a racking orgasm. He stood over her, wearing a very small smile and gazing at the thick, clear fluid on his fingers.
"Well. Which made you come, the fingers or the story?"
She lay huddled at his feet. She would not look at him. "Your... fingers... thank you... so lovely... " Then she added, "The story is horrible!"
He sighed. "And are you going to ask me?"
"I was. I was almost ready to. But-" She shivered. "Now I can't. I'm afraid."
He nodded. "I wanted you to be fairly warned. Good night," he said, a little sadly she thought, and he left.
She crawled into the bed, naked and unbound, which amazed her. For a long while she lay there using her fingers and nails to do mean things to her big breasts. It hurt, but none of it seemed horrible.
But... no. She wouldn't ask him! They had demeaned her quite enough.
She went to sleep. It did not occur to her, now that she was alone and not tied in any way, to get up and wander, or try to telephone. She went to sleep.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Elaine could hardly believe it. She stared at them.
The Colonel looked a bit askance at her. "Elaine? I asked if you want to spend another night here or go home now."
She blinked. She looked around. The twins each sat on their "Granny's" knee. She had one arm around Teddy and the other around Terry. They had come back laughing and ecstatically happy, with a ridiculous collection of souvenirs and other Disneyland, money-making junk. And they had had an absolutely marvelous time. And they were crazy about their Granny. Who said they'd been angels.
And now the Colonel had asked her, so casually, if they wanted to go or remain another night. Elaine blinked again.
"You-you're teasing me."
He shook his head, giving her a little smile.
She had a sudden thought, a protective sort of thing. She swung around. "Children. Your mother and father will be looking for us. We absolutely promised to be home tonight. Come on now, and get ready. Let's go."
There! Now if he were teasing her, she'd set a little trap of her own.
But he was turning. "Hoffman! Elaine and the kids are leaving-get her car, will you?"
Elaine didn't believe it until she and the twins were actually in the car and it was running. The Colonel, Hoffman, Felice, and Mrs. Chandler all stood on the porch. Then Mrs. Chandler ran down to bid the two children another good-bye. This was probably about the thirteenth, and it didn't help their crying any. They very definitely did not want to go.
They went. The car worked. Everything worked. It ran. Elaine was on needles and pins for miles and miles. But there was no trap, no hitch. The children's crying lapsed into sniffles, and then they went to sleep on the back seat.
Elaine had nearly five hours to drive, and to think.
She thought.
By the time they reached her sister's home, she knew what she had to do. The children, fortunately, were only partially awake, and very content to be put to bed. Delia, who looked rather worn and tired, and Ted, who looked rather worn and tired, asked Elaine a dozen questions within a minute.
She gave them a few lies, then another. She said she'd come over tomorrow night and tell them all about it. It was, after all, nearly midnight, and both she and Ted had to work tomorrow.
"Oh, of course," Delia said, studying her. "You do look... kind of worn and tired, honey. I guess it's no picnic, a single girl and those two noisy brats for four whole days!"
Elaine smiled without answering. Ted laughed.
Elaine left. She drove to her apartment. It was half-past one in the morning when she left once more.
It was nearly six when she drove up in front of the big house and stopped. She went up onto the porch and knocked, then knocked again, and again. It was Hoffman who came, at last.
"I'm sorry I woke you so early, Hoffman," she said. "I've been driving all night. My things are in the car. Maybe you could put it in the barn or wherever it was before and help me with the suitcases later?"
Hoffman said nothing. He only stared at her. He didn't even say anything when she entered the house. He just stepped aside. Elaine went up the stairs. Her heart was pounding. She walked along the hallway, stopped before a door, and stood there for a long minute.
Then she stripped off every stitch of her clothing. She didn't knock. She just opened the door and went in, naked.
She was in the rocker near the bed, asleep, when the Colonel awoke. She tried to be quiet, but her eyes opened the moment he rolled over and got out of bed.
Slowly, the naked girl rose to her feet Slowly, her hands rose to cup under her big white breasts. There was a little bruise on one of the sleek, corpulent beauties, he noticed. Then his eyes lifted, to hers. She was gazing steadily at him.
"Colonel... hurt my breasts."
He stood gazing at her for a long moment, then walked to the door and put his head out into the hall.
"Felice!" he shouted. "Hoffman! Set another place and fry some more eggs-Elaine's come home!"
