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 A bit of a crossover between \Parent Directory/Ages/Leslita, and \Parent
Directory/Genders/Ruth/College.

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   Miss P* {Gg Pseu/Saph.  EC - Pads Paws, and Claws/Leave my Kitten Alone
(Late Nite with David Letterman, Live.)}

   "Hhuh!"

   ?  my ear perked up, and I turned back at the end of the aisle.  Peeped
around, just in time to hear the distinctive sound of tights snapping back.

   "Well, hello." Kitty, but black.

   "Snh?" She drops her fingers.

   So yeah, "You know, you probably don't want to do that in public?"

   "What?" I bent to grab her hand.

   "Snh," I whispered, 'touching yourself.'

   She jerked back her hand.

   "It's okay, you just wanna find a more private place.  So you don't have
to worry, about anyone," like a child molestor, "catching you."

   "I know!" she looked around.  The party store, not a lot of business
this time of year.  "Huh!  I was just, testing?"

   "What?"

   "You know," she turned, "The outfit?" Showed me the tail, to match the
black ears on her plastic hairband.

   "Huhah!  Getting ready for Halloowe'en early?"

   She shook her head, "It's sexy."

   "Yeah, you got the money for that?" I tucked the bag of balloons in my
purse already, why I was back in the out of season corner, that doesn't
have a shoplifting mirror.

   She shook her head.  "Why I come here, to wear it."

   "Cummon," I got out the credit card.  Not mine, but you know.  Expenses?

   "Furry." I nodded.

   She reached up to feel the plastic fuzz on her hairband.

   "Yiffy!"

   "Huh?"

   "Yeah, we'll take these ears, and tail."

   "Finally decided to get then, cat-girl?" He grinned.

   "Just Kat." she shook her head, frowned.

   "Thanks, skip the bagging." I winked, "Just don't bust her for
shoplifting on the way out, eh?  And you can pitch the receipt."

   She giggled.  "So, what'd you get?"

   "Huh?" I grinned, walked a little faster.

   "Uh!" she rolled her eyes, "Well, I know what I was there to do, so
what'd you get?"

   "Haha!  Just some balloons, I'm not a furry."

   "What are you, then?"

   "Sadomasochistic lesbian and latex fetishist."

   "Oh," she grinned, "Rubber balloons." I nodded, didn't just whip them
out here.  "So, what's so sexy about them?"

   I shrugged, "Mostly the way they feel, squeeky?  Yeah, Huh!  I like how
they squeak, on dry skin."

   "So, like wax?"

   "You like wax?"

   She shrugged, "I guess?  it doesn't squeek, but.  Yeah, I like how it
feels."

   "Hot wax?"

   "No, dry." Nodding, "Uh!  I like how it feels, inside.  You know," she
looks around, "Inside?  Like candles, but I don't burn myself with them."

   "How old are you?"

   "10?  How old are you?"

   Look away, "Twelve?"

   "Okay, how old are you really?"

   "Huh!" sharp as a tack, too!

   "Uh!  Would you believe eleven?"

   "Is that a question, or an answer?"

   "How long have you been doing this?"

   "Picking up strange girls in stores?  It's my first time."

   "Me too." Not that I'm used to being picked up, but it has been known to
happen.  It turns out that shopping is a good way to see what they like!

   ;

   Star {FfG NS Talk}

   I picked them up after work.  They got in back, together.  "Hello,
Kitty!"

   "UH!" She hates that.

   "Sorry, you don't like that?"

   "Well, I get that a lot, and she's a pretty stupid character.  Like
Dora?" Shakes her head, "Too cute?  Too white?"

   "Yeah, I totally get it." She laughed, "She's Japanese, though," she
giggled.

   "You don't mind just dropping us off."

   "Huh!" still learning how to be a compulsive manipulator.  "Your first
time?  No." Firmly.  "You understand, what is your name by the way?"

   "Kat."

   "Of course." roll my eyes.

   "Or Taryn," she shrugs, "If you like that better."

   "Yeah!" I nodded, "Much more unique, and not as obvious."

   "Thanks!"

   "So, what did she tell you about herself?" I turned back, zipped my lips
at the liar.  I know where she gets it from.

   "Uhm?  She's a lesbian, and into rubber, and S&M."

   "Okay, yes but you know what that means?"

   "Tying her up," she shrugged, "Maybe burning her with candlewax?" I
looked back.  Oddly specific, not just pain.  Wax play.  "What?  I like
wax!"

   "Okay," look, call it an excuse, but your culture produces an amazing
number of fetishistic little girls, then force them to hide it until they
turn abusers without healthy age-appropriate sexual outlets.  So, legal or
not, I will keep enjoying the victims your culture collectively denies
making in the first place.  You don't like it?  Go fuck yourselves.  "Now,
I have to tell you this is illegal, and technically child molestation.  You
understand that she's a child-molestor, right?"

   "Mhm?" she nods, "Me too."

   "What?  Wh," you never get used to it.  At least I hope never to.  "You
molested children?  How many?"

   "I don't remember, all of them probably.  Huh!  There was a lot in
Kindergarten, so I didn't count."

   "You molested kindergarteners?" narrow down the Type of victims.

   "Well, no.  Huh!  I played with them, in Kindergarten, first second, and
third grade.  But I didn't count, in kindergarten."

   "Sexually."

   "Well, play sex.  Games." Nodding.

   "What games?"

   "Kiddy Kat.  You know, it's called a Pussy, right?  Well, we couldn't
call it Pussy Kat, in elementary.  So, I called it Kiddy Kat, because it
sounds like Kittycat." Okay, even kindergarten fetishism, which is what, 5,
or 6 these days?  Easily the youngest, I've ever gotten to talk to that
wasn't the victim of some man.

   "Huh!" And I guess, I get a little something out of these surprises. 
Kinky little girls, don't really care about their age, some of them are
older than I.  I'm gay, but I prefer kinky little girls.  Sue me.

   "Well, I'm Susan.  So, I'm going to let you use my house, because it's
safer for both of you."

   "Yeah, my ex had a Woman friend like that."

   "Here?"

   "No," she shook her head, "Back in Ohio.  My parents caught us, playing
so they moved me away.  They still think they can make me straight."

   "And what do they do.  What else have they done to repress your
sexuality?"

   "Iano?" Shrugs, and shakes her head, "Nothing?  They just moved me away,
and I guess they figure that fixed it."

   "Well, I don't believe in fixing girls, just helping you learn how to do
it safely, sanely, and consensually."

   "What's consensually mean?" See!?  If you taught them this in school, I
wouldn't have to.

   "It means no victims." I held up my finger, "Rule#1 is Ask, don't
assume. You understand?  Because this is important."

   "Ask what?"

   "Everything, every time.  She can show you, uh what name did she give
you?"

   "Polly?"

   "Okay, Polly knows the drill, but if you don't ask her, especially with
dangerous things like wax play, you can abuse her by accident.  So, every
drop, ask her.  'Are you ready?' Like that.  That's Consent.  If she
consents, that means you can do it.  If she doesn't, then don't.  Do
something else.  She like abuse, certain kinds of abuse, but up to a point.
So, you can still hurt her, even rape her, if you think fucked up things
like 'No means yes,' and Assume she's too kinky to torture.  She even
thinks that, so it's dangerous for both of you to get into that mindset. 
You got it?  Good, don't forget, she can't control herself, so you have
to."

   "Okay." She nodded, seriously.

   "Now," Vm, over my shoulder, "Rule #2 is try everything yourself, first.
Especially candlewax, you get candles?" I snapped my fingers, "Let me see.
Yeah, these will be all right.  Make sure they're quality wax, and not
plastic wax like birthday or party candles, and scented candles can be,
unreliable.  Better to stick to plain white paraffin wax."

   "They're cheaper too."

   "Zippit!"

   "See what I mean about control?  Now, # three is the tricky part: Go
Low, and Slow.  Start as low intensity as possible, and build as slow as
possible.  Not only is this safer, but Polly here tends to escalate out of
control."

   "What's Escalate mean?"

   "Good, keep asking questions like that, instead of Assuming," Back to
#1, reinforce through repetition "It means to build up, bigger and bigger.
So, for instance what did you do to your victims?"

   "Well, I started off with games, like pet the Kiddy, then pet the Pussy,
and then I Escalate?" I nodded, good, "To fucking them with crayons, or
candles."

   "So, you're a wax fetishist." She nodded.  "What about it?"

   "Well, um." she thought, "I guess cause I started with crayons, but I
really like the feel, and you don't have to get it as wet as" shrugs,
"Rubber, or plastic?  I don't know, I tried other stuff, but rubber and
plastic, you really have to get it wet."

   "So you know to Lubricate." Which is #5, but you don't have to do it in
order if they skip ahead in the conversation, "What do you use?"

   "Spit?"

   "No other fluids, like urine?"

   "Ew!"

   She giggled a little, but I let it go.  "So, she didn't tell you that,
but Polly is also," mostly, "A piss fetishist.  She loves it, uses it for
lube, and even drinks it."

   "Ewww!  Hihihihnim!  Gross!"

   "Go ahead and explain it."

   "Well, that's kind of the idea?  I love it beCause it's nasty.  I'm a
dirty girl, so I like gross nasty things.  Like pain, it's not filthy, but
it's the same way as with piss.  You're not supposed to like it, so." She
shrugged, "I do."

   "You're weird."

   "Yeahbut, you love it!" She grinned, and nodded.

   "Okay, we can continue this inside, but you like to dressup." As a cat,
at least, "Are you Goth?"

   "Oh no.  I'm a Calico, really.  But all they got is Black Cat ears, and
tails at the party store, so I just matched them up."

   "Well, I'll see if we can find some other color options for you, but you
are really into Kitty play?"

   "Uhuh!  I like the jokes.  You know, Kiddy/Kitty, and Kat/Cat?" She
giggled.  "Yeah, so I guess that's how I got into it."

   "And it's part of your MO, but you want a girlfriend now, right?" She
nodded, "Which means no more victims.  Polly is ironically Monogamous, but,
a serial monogamous.  Which means instead of cheating on you she's going to
want to burn you out as quickly as possible to dump you, and move onto the
next girl."

   "Well don't." she turned on her, "You hear me?  I hate that.  Don't use
me up, and throw me away, all right?  My last girlfriend did that, and it
broke my heart!"

   "Okay!" She feigned being offended, but I know her better than that.

   "Good, hahah!  That's #4.  You're the boss.  She loves to be bossed
around, and if she acts up, tell me.  I'll make her Pay.  Ask her, she
doesn't want to fuck this up, right?"

   "Okay!  Jesus!"

   "Good," I patted her cheek, just short of a slap.  She's already in the
mood, I can smell it.  "Are you wearing underwear?"

   She shook her head.  "Took them off." I snapped for her to take them out
of her purse."

   "She shoplifted!"

   "KaAaT!" She giggled.

   "Now, you know that's what the expense card is for."

   "I know."

   "Well, since you'll just enjoy a spanking too much, go sit in the
corner."

   "Yes, Maam."

   "Good, sit on your hands."

   I went through her purse.  "Huh!" Balloons, "She steal these?" Yes,
"These?" the candles.  "This?" Lighter.

   "No, she payed for that."

   "But,"

   "Zipit!" She nodded.

   "She doesn't steal because she has to.  She just likes breaking rules."
I frowned at her.  "Same store?"

   She shook her head.  "We got the lighter, and the candles at the gas
station." She nodded, "Free $.99."

   "Huh!  She get you a Soda too?" She nodded.

   I shook my finger.  "You are not going to turn her into another addict,
and teach her to steal.  You got that?" She rolled her eyes.  "Say it."

   "I'm not going to hook her on caffeine, and teach her to shoplift."

   "Damned right you ain't, because this is My house, and if you want to
use it, you Will follow My rules.  You know I don't give a flying fuck
about their laws, but I will Not be Disobeyed, got it?"

   "Yes maam."

   "You too.  You will find out, I mean it, and I can find all kinds of
wicked ways to Discipline you if you act up.  This, you and her are to let
you be bad, here, where you won't get in trouble.  So, you can be good out
there, and stay out of trouble, but that doesn't mean I tolerate you
breaking my rules.  In My house, if you can't deal with that, good luck
finding a better place to do this, and not get caught."

   "Okay!  I understand.  You're the boss."

   "Damned right." I nodded.

   "Mh!"

   "You have something to say?"

   "Yeah, she lied too, and stole the candles."

   "Kitty?" She looked down.  "Bad kitty, Zipit!"

   "Mhm." She nodded.

   "Well, that's 2 each.  So, you get 2 drops, and she has to watch."

   "2 drops of wax!" Excited?

   "Have you done any pain play before?" Her plaited ponytail wagged.

   "Then I have to show you, anyway.  Get up on the couch, and pull up your
shirt.  I will not be lied to in my own house young lady, so you're going
to take this.  Feel what it's like, or leave and never come back."

   "Yes maam." But she was grinning.  Masocurious?

   "HhH!" Cute little belly.  Girly belly, like overgrown baby'fat,' but
really just the natural build of a little girl that isn't even thinking
about breasts yet.  Locked onto the candle, and practically mystified by
the flame flickering in her wide black eyes.  And grinning, ear to ear. 
"Now, pay attention.  The wax cools in the air, so" I held out my bare arm,
"Mh!  The higher you hold it up, the cooler it gets.  Huh!"

   She winced, "See?  I tried it first, but your first time, I want you to
hold it up, as high as you can, and with candles, drip the excess wax off
to the side so you can melt out 1 drop."

   "What's exeaH!" She jumped, and rubbed it, "Ow!"

   "See?  That's what you're going to do to her, but don't rub it off. 
Now, if I hit that same spot, then it will protect you some.  You
understand, there's a tiny burn under it," I dribbled on the side-table,
"But you'll get more used to it, and keep in mind you can't hold it up this
high."

   "YEAUW!" She yelped.  "Mh!"

   "That's 2." She rubbed it, but not off.  "How's it feel?"

   "I like this.  But it hurt when you put it on."

   "Yes, it's hot wax, but you like the wax on your skin?" She smiled,
nodding.  "Okay, this is vitally important, but don't let her hurt you. 
Never let her hurt you, or tye you up, because she doesn't know how or when
to stop."

   "Okay?" she looked scared.

   "Good.  You do the hurting, and the tying, don't ever trust her.  For
your own safety."

   "Yes, maam."

   "Excess just means extra.  It's just a fancy way of saying it, or
surplus."

   "Oh."

   "Now, you want to try it on her?"

   "Yeah!" she jumped up.

   "Good, now stand up on the table.  Polly, you can get on the floor."

   "Hehehahaha!"

   "And I hope you learned your lesson."

   "Yes maam." I did it first, to her girlfriend.  She hates that, and she
had to watch.  That's worse torture for her than burning her, with
candlewax, which she hasn't even tried yet.

   "You don't wanna lie on your back?"

   She shook her head, "Then I can see it coming.  Oh, and the back isn't
as sensitive."

   "Oh,"

   "Now ask her."

   "You reddy?" She nodded.

   "However, another nice thing about dribbling off the excess is that it's
a surprise, for both of you.  You can never be too sure how fast, much less
exactly when it's going to fall.  So, it's more exciting this way."

   "Ow!"

   "One drop at a time," I held out the candle, and let some drips build up
in the small caldera that was starting to form.  PATpTaPtp:.  Right next to
her head.  "Also, you can tease her, like this."

   "HhHhH!" She shivered.

   "Hihihihihn!"

   "NH!  Hhmn!" She nodded, and I took the candle back.

   "Good," welled up some more to dribble on the other side...

   ;

   Kataryn {GfF IR BDSM/Talk.}

   "Huh!" she got up, "That's it."

   "Had enough?" Miss Susan was on the couch, playing with herself, but I
was having way more fun dripping wax on Polly's back, and butt.

   "Hh!" she was real red!  "I'm just Horny as fuck now!"

   "Discipline, you know it's better the slower you build up.  Now, show
her some other spots."

   She was naked, and sat up with her legs open, and her head back.  "Can
you take your skort off?" She frowned, up side down.

   "Yeah, and can you hand me another candle?" This one was almost used up,
but her back was nice, and shiny.  I felt the spot on my belly, and
"Hihihn!" I just noticed, it was like cum!  I'm not into boys, but I seen
it.  All over my sister, one time, and she's even darker them me!

   "You like black girls, Polly?" Miss Susan.

   "There all right," she shurgged, leaned back against the table.  "My
girl-boyfriend was mixed, but she looked a lot whiter."

   "What happened to her?"

   "Nothing, s*he still cums around, we just did everything.  But this,
huh! I can't believe we didn't try wax play."

   "You like it?" Miss Susan.

   "It's intense!" she nodded, "I love your butt, in those panties!"

   "Hihihihn!" I turned around, tried to look back, but I only saw half of
it really good.  "Really?  It ain't to big?"

   "Well, I like it, big.  Not like you got any boobs to look at.  Speaking
of which, huh!  Since your aim is good, start off on my chest, up here this
time, so it dribbles down between them."

   "Okay," I tipped the candle so it was dribbling good, and held it up,
way up to dribble some more.

   "Nh, haH!"

   "Hihihn!"

   "Now, huh!" She licked her lips, "Mh!  Don't hit my face, or my neck. 
First of all, we don't want to leave any marks, where anyone can see them,
but some spots are more sensitive than others."

   "Like your boobs?" I really want to coat them!

   "Yeah, but it's not just the breast, the whole thing, so this time try
to hit up here, on my chest so it splatters, and NHmhhn UhmM!?" She closed
her eyes, and just took some quick breaths until she could take a whole
one. "Hah!  Yeah so it's more sensitive, the closer you get to the nipples,
but.  Nh!  Fuck, that's enough for now."

   "Huh!  HuhhHH!"

   And there goes Miss Susan!  I blew out the candle, and "Uhn Hah!"
Dropped the rest on the other side, then just watched.

   4 fingers, together, looked like she was trying to stuff her hand
halfway in, but she rubbed in top with her thumb.  "Uh!" it made wet
squishy noises, "Uhuhuhuhuh!" And it ran out, all over her legs, I swear I
saw some drops spit out in her hand too, she fucked it so hard.

   "Hihihn!  My sister didn't do it like that"

   "How'd she do it?"

   "2?  usually like this, but, god.  You're really loose Miss Susan!"

   "Huh!' she nodded, "Huh hummn!?" Shook her head, "Okay, that's kind of a
myth.  Huh!  A woman gets loose, as she gets turned on, it's not from
fucking too much, but it's from arousal." Her wet hand out, she slicked her
flappy lips, and pinched them between her fingers.  "Ngh!" they snapped,
and wrinkled when she pulled them out, and let go.

   "Miss, Susan?" She looked up, "Can I taste your pussy juice?"

   "Sure," she held up her fingers.

   So, "Sniff," I could smell them, and lick the backs of them.  Not really
like a pussy, a pussy don't got any bones in it.

   "What about me?" Poly got up, "I'm good and wet now!"

   "Well," I grinned, "I guess I can try yours too." I sat down on the
table.  "Snh!" She wasn't this wet before, and I really didn't get a
chance, to even see it when she was on the floor.

   "Huh!" I dipped some out, to lick my fingers, and slip them back through
again.  "Huh, huh!" She humped, but she said to tease her.  And I like
this, she wants me to lick her out, but I can't see, and I'm supposed to
tease her, right?  She's got lips inside, but not as long as Miss Susans.
"Huh!  Yeah!" I could pinch them, between my fingers, but they just slipped
back in instead of pulling out.  They don't hang out like miss Susans.

   "Arms at your sides," She petted between my ears, "Not you, kitten. 
Keep using your fingers." Pulled my tail out to let it drop.  "Good kitty,
yeah, you're a good little kidten, aren't you?"

   "Yeah!" I nodded, and licked up between her lips.

   "Huh!  Heah!"

   "Zipit, you!  Put these on." I looked up, but she gave her some rubber
gloves.  Long yellow rubber gloves, like a dishwasher's.  "Hands behind
your back."

   "Yes maam."

   I got up, on the table.  And felt the splats of wax on her chest.

   'hH!" She gasped, "Yeah!"

   "She said zip it."

   She nodded, and swallowed.

   "Huh!"

   "Hihihn!" she was so red.  And waxy, I felt the dribbles down the
middle, and the splatters on top.  "Uhlh!" Licked up the long hard warm
lines, and held onto her boobs to squish them on my face.  "Yeah, slut. 
Huh!"

   "Ngh!?" She nodded.  "Hiha!  I just got to shake my tail a little, and
you come running?"

   "I'm gonna put some music on."

   "Okay, miss Sarah.  Hey!" I looked back, "Over here?" I listened to all
the things Sarah said, watching me dibble on her, so I got some idea.  What
she likes to be called.  "Can't control yourself, huh slut?" She shook her
head.  "What?"

   "Noh?"

   "Noh what?"

   "No, I can't.  I can't control myself."

   "Why not?"

   She smiled a little.  "You're just too sexy, in your cute little cat
ears." She winked.

   "Wipe that smile off your face, you bad girl.  Stupid child molestor,
you like little girls?"

   "Yeah!"

   "Zipit!"

   "Mngh!" She nodded.

   "You like kinky little Kiddies?"

   "NhH!"

   "Huh!  You want some kiddy cat?  Some pussy?  You bad little girl?"

   "Yeah!"

   "I said zipit, she said zipit, but you just can't control yourself, can
you you bad little girl?"

   "Nhmh?" She shook her head, biting her lips, and holding her eyes almost
as tight.  "Snh!"

   "Get down, on your knees, I got something to shut you up."

   "HuhH!"

   "Yeah, bite my panties.  Suck the stink out you filthy little slut. 
Like you know you wanna.  You want this?  You don't deserve it, my pussy
too good for you, you whiney little baby.  Yeah, suckem, getem good and
wet."

   "Mh, hmM!"

   "You like piss?"

   "MH!?" She looked up, nodding.

   "You're not good enough for my piss."

   "Mh!" She frowned.  I mean she really wanted it, so bad?

   "Tell me, tell me how much you want my piss."

   "Yeah, please.  I want your piss, I just want to taste it, so much. 
Please, please piss in my mouth, all over my face, huh, god!"

   "Hihihin!" I shook my head, "I don't have to, yet.  So you're gonna have
to wait.  Go get me a drink, from the kitchen."

   "Oh, oh yes, Miss Kitty!"

   "Meow," I grinned and got down.  "No, from a bowl?" crawled back and
forth from the table to the couch and back.  "HhH, ptrtrtrtwh!"

   "Oh, you're doing good," Sarah petted me, "You're doing so good, Kitty!"

   I purred some more, "What song is this?" Licked my hand, and wiped down
my ear.

   "Pads Paws, and Claws, Elvis Costello." (Spike...)

   "Well, I don't like it, change it."

   "What would you like?" I giggled, watching her come back with a bowl of
water, in her yellow rubber fingers, with some kind of rubber tube tied
around them.

   "Here you go," she had to squat, to put it down.

   "Uh!" I crossed my legs, and pulled my tail over my leg.  "I'm over
here? Something slower, and quieter.  Miss Sarah."

   "How's this?" I listened.  "What's that?"

   "Front 242 - Felines." (Front by Front)

   "I like it." I nodded.  Bent down to just lap a little up.  Just one
slurp.  "Uh!  It's too warm, get me an ice-cube." At the trailer, that
cat-lady had a Siamese that demanded ice water, or she wouldn't drink. 
"Hihihn!  This is fun!" "It helps to play music, like this for her.  Not
anything she likes, something distracting.  It makes her last longer."

   "Thanks, WHERE'S MY ICE!?"

   "UhHa!" she laughed, "You're a natural!" Well, maybe?  I've been playing
this game for almost 5 years, too.  It's my favorite!  I'm not really a
cat, but the nice thing about playing the kitty is you don't have to do
anything.  Just "meow," to get petted, and stretch out on the couch.  Lick
my knuckles, and dig my nails back, and forth into the cushions.  "Uh! 
That means pet me?"

   She sat down, backwards, and had to feel with her loose rubbery gloves.
"Uh," I had to turn on my side, so I reached back to switch my tail. 
Around her leg.  "I don't get your stupid rubber fetish.  Huh!  Sit on the
table, and pet me with your feet."

   "Yes, miss kitty."

   "Mh, ptrtrtrtrwh!" Stretch, and squirm around.  "Yeah, use your toes. 
Huh, myeahy, don't touch my tails, with your filthy paws.  Uh!" I twitched
my hips to shake my tail.  "Myeah, meaow!  ptwtwtwtdr!" I was getting
really horny too.  "Hand me that candle, the one I used on you.  The last
time, it's right there, on the floor." Between the couch and the table, so
she had to get down, and I really like to see her like that.  "Hihihmiao!
Now, sit down.  Pull the table back, huh!  Yeah!  That's a good bitch."

   "Him!" She sighed, and her chin went up, "HhuhH!"

   "Trixy!  Look at me, not the ceiling, here.  Get it wet for me.  Yeah,
suck this filthy thing, 's been all over the floor.  Suck it, deeper, get
it good and wet, yeah.  Suck it like a dick, you cocksucker.  Is that it?
You like the cock, slut?  Yeah, you're a good little cock slut, huh?"

   "Mhm!  Ghlk, Khah!"

   "Now, pull my undies down.  Yeah," I turned over, "Don't touch me, just
my panties, and don't let go of that big waxy dick in your mouth."

   "Mhm?"

   I looked up, "Whatsat for?" At a big black rubberband.

   She was topless, just wearing a skirt and heels.  Unless she put some
more underwear on.

   "Here," she led up what looked like it was cut out of a bike tube, "You
can help me with this, since she's a little tied up." She pulled the candle
out, and put her underpants in her mouth.  "You taste that?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Yeah, got them nice and nasty for you, little slut." She just put her
head back, and closed her eyes.

   "No, you're going to watch this, you little bitch, for cheating on me.
Huh!  And I don't even want to hear you breathe."

   I wish i had a pen and some paper, so i could take notes.  Yeah, I'm
learning, but she was the real Master of this stuff.  Of this house.

   "Now, let's talk fire-safety."

   "Oh?" Boring!

   "Huha!" she held up the first finger, "1: she can't have a lighter. 
Little pyro can't be trusted with them."

   I nodded, but she pulled the black rubber over, and her arms through. 
Looked like half an inner tube, but for a real big bike, and cut around the
middle.  Can't tell if it's the inside, or outside half, but she pulled it
real tight in front, and twisted it.  "Hhuhhhhh!" Even tighter, when she
let it out.  "Nh!  Nwh, help me get it ovr my t'tz."

   I got to feel them, and they weren't like Polly's little anthills.  Nice
big nipples pokin out, but Susan's were big, and round.  "Nyeah, nh!" And
now they bulged out and ballooned.

   "Can I suckem?"

   "Nhy, pls, huh!" She petted my hair, and pulled out my tail.  My
ponytail, the clipon once came off with my panties.  "Mh, yrh!"

   "Prdrdrdrdrh!"

   "UGH!"

   "Yeah," I look back, "You can get it like this when you grow some tits.
Little bitch."

   "Uh!" She held something up, "Hrh!"

   "Mhm!" She nodded, so I took the rubberband off of her fingers.

   "Lme shwh youh." She can barely breathe, how is that, any fun at all?  I
shrugged, but these are big and blue, like the ones from broccoli, or
celery.

   "OWH!" Muffled, I picked my undies up to wipe some snot off of her lip.

   "Snh!"

   "Blow.  Yeah, blow it out, so you can breathe."

   "Knkhkhkh!"

   "Nwh, wach meh." She took a breath.  'hhH!" Squeezed her side, so it
bulged out, and hand to use 3 fingers to snap it on.

   "Ungh!" More snot, so I wiped it, and let her blow again.

   "Think she's wet, enough?"

   I looked down.

   "I don't." hhH!  "Knwh." She shook her head, "Knt have twh, hhHN Mrch
lube."

   "Yeah," I wiped her spit and snot in.

   "AWHR!" Don't ask me, but she likes it.  I'm learning.  "WERH!" Nodding.

   "Sich fucking slut, you shoulda seen her suck that candle like a good
little cocksucker.  You know, I don't think she's a lesbian at all, she
such a slut for the cock."

   "Hh, huh, ugh!" Through her nose, "Snh!"

   "Yeah, she wants it, like a big old dick.  Don'tcha, bitch.  You want
it? Yeah, bend over like the bitch you are."

   "YWSh MRSh TRYCh"

   "Hihihn!" I couldn't help it "She speaks undies!"

   "Prntysh."

   "Did I ASK you?"

   "Uhn!"

   "Ohh, the bitch like that?"

   "Yrsh mrsh Trysh."

   "Yeah," I patted her head, "That's a good little dog." I looked back,
and picked up the bowl.  "SLURPH!  Khah!" I set it down with a clank, and
squatted over it.  "You want my piss?  Hhn!" Just a little trickled out but
she could taste it.  "This what you want, you piss drinking bitch?"

   "Pissy missy."

   I forgot about her a minute.

   "Yeah, pissy missy.  You thirsty?"

   "Mwuh!  Huh hh, yeah."

   "No, I want to hear you pant like a dog more.  Go on, you know how."

   "Huh huh huh?"

   "Lowder!"

   "Huhl huhl huHL!"

   "Yeah, good doggy.  Here's your bowl.  Here you go boy, here's your
treat!"

   Ooh, she looked up when I said Boy!

   "Who's a good boy, who's a good boy?"

   "Hahl yeahl luh huh.  Siph!"

   "Well, have to get you a nice dog col;"

   "No, wait."

   "What!?"

   "I'm sorry," she shook her head, "I didn't think we'd be getting into
puppy play, but you don't know what you're asking."

   "Noh, go ahead.  Huh!  Get her a collar, go get her a collar now!"

   ;

   Bottom (With the caveat that she's a Power-bottom.)

   God, I never, nobody ever made me feel like this!  I mean, imagine a
girl, maybe half my age, that, "HhHhH!" I shivered.

   "Break it up, go sit in the corner." At least she untied my hands, "And
do something about that."

   "Yes, huh!  Thank you Mistress." 2, easy, and the loose rubbery gloves
just made it easier to sop them in and out.  Slopsplopsplop..!

   "Hh, hhhhH?" she shook her head, in her hands, "Help me out of this."

   I closed my eyes, and just waited to hear the Snap!  SPLPLPLPL!  "Huh,
uh!"

   "She's hyperaroused right now, and I let things go way too far.  Huh, I
needed to control the scene better, and I'm sorry."

   "No, that was great!"

   "Uhuhuhuh!" SPAP!  SlopsplotSPLAP!  "Uhn uh!"

   "Hihihn!"

   "UGhn!" Finally.  "Uhuhuhn!" I fell off the stool.  "Nuhnuhuhn!" Just
shook like an epileptic, and felt my wet aching pussy suck, and clamp on my
fingers.  "Ngh, hun!"

   "Huh!  Hh, okay, so she wasn't in her right mind, so we're all going to
cool down, and talk about this."

   "OwhH!"

   "Uh huh!' I nodded, maybe I can get another.

   "Stop that!"

   "Uh!" I pulled out.  "Sit up, and pay attention."

   "Yes mistress."

   "Now, in the community, collaring has a special significance.  For
instance, I collared her real first girlfriend, which means she was Mine."

   "NhM!" she Looked back, but I just lifted my fingers to show them on my
lap, and squeezed my thighs together.  And rubbed them together more when
she looked back.

   "Yeah, I want that!"

   "But it's your first scene!"

   "NuUh!  I collared plenty of Kiddies, can you hand me that candle?" I
tried to start a fire, even with my thighs dripping wet, and squeezed out a
little pee.  "What?  She gets to get off?"

   "Uhn!"

   "Not a word, and stop that!  Spread your legs."

   "Yeah, I wanna see your pussy."

   "Fuck!" And just like that, the scene spun out of her control.  I had to
grin, but I really had help this time.

   "Huhn!  Ihn!" Wow, looked like 2 inches.

   "You're wet?" The thick end too.

   "Nyeah!"

   "But you're 10?"

   "Noh, nh!  nine.  I lied." She stopped, "You wanna drip some more wax
for that?"

   "Oh my fucking GOD!"

   "Hahahaha!"

   "I said quiet!"

   "Oh come on!  Hahah!  You can't expect me to hold it in for this?" Bye
bye control.  She thought she could handle us, both of us, that's why I was
ready to wear her collar.  "She's fucking perfect!"

   "Uhm myeah, meaoh, meow!"

   Fast little fucking hands too, I couldn't wait!

   "Go get the collar, now."

   "Huh!" she nodded, "It'll probably be good for you," she shook her head,
"But you're both cumming with me."

   "Meah, eauohHooHOHH!"

   "You might," I pointed, "Wanna," twirled my finger, "Take care of that
first, too."

   "Oh for fucks sake, come here."

   "Yes mistress."

   "And make it quick."

   "Yes, miss."

   "MIStress!"

   "Oh, yes!"

   "I'm still the MASter of this HAUS!"

   "Ah yes!'

   "And you're NOT!  COLlared YET!"

   I fell down, and grabbed her hips, greedily pushing up her skirt.  "Huh,
huh!"

   "Cummere, bitch!"

   "MYEAH!"

   "Huh!"

   ;

   Sarah {FG/f Domi NS.  EC - "This is Hell."}

   "Huh!" What a clusterfuck!  She's worse than Wayne!  Fortunately, they
grew apart after his transition, but still.  "I really shouldn't allow this
so quickly," but fucking Lesbian love.  You have to plant your feet, and an
Anchor to hold it back sometimes!

   "So, how'd you get into, all this?" And she's so goddamned cute!"

   "Huh!" can't rub my eyes, and drive, "My, first lover."

   "Boyfriend, or girlfriend?"

   "Yes," shake my head, "It's complicated.  Regardless, actually my little
sister, sucked me into this sick revenge fantasy, so I guess the answer is
my sister."

   "Oh, and she's a furry too."

   "Beatrix!"

   "Sorry, I'm so sorry."

   "Huh!  Now, Kat, is that short for Katherine?"

   "Kinda, only it's Kataryn.  Kat'aryn." Kate'ryn...  "I like Kat, or
Taryn, but not Kate," she made a face, "Or nothing else."

   "All right, how about Kat in scene, and Taryn out?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Okay, huh!  The same thing with the collar.  It's in scene only, she's
the senior, and she's the boss, except for when you're playing Kiddy Kat,
all right?"

   "Yeah,' she shrugged, "Sure.  How old is she, really?"

   "Seventeen."

   "She looks way younger."

   "I know, I just can't seem to put on weight."

   "Yeah, addiction to uppers tends to have that effect.  Look, that's why
she can't have lighters, now this is very Very important.  Huh!  Without a
safer outlet, she tends to self-medicate, with Coke, Crack, Crystal
Methamphetamine, and she even has to severely limit her caffeine intake,
you understand?  So, you're going to have to search her for drugs, too."

   "Okay, can I punish her for getting them?"

   "No, it only encourages her.  Huh!  I mean, normally negative
punishments, like spanking.  What does work is Denying her.  No teasing,
cut her off, but you have to really keep an eye on her, so she doesn't slip
down a spiral of addiction again."

   "Okay," she nodded seriously, and even looked a little worried.

   "Good, you better let me handle the discipline for you, just let me know
and I'll handle it."

   "Yeah, seriously.  It sounds a little, too serious, for me?  I just want
to play, I'm still a kid you know."

   "Well, how did you get so," kinky?  "Sexual?"

   "Huh!" she thought.

   "Don't lie to me." Give me a little credit.

   "Well, I guess porn?  I mean, not really porn, but my brothers, I'm the
youngest." I nodded, "Yeah, so they started drawing pictures, to jerk off
to.  You know, boy stuff, naked girls, boobs, and buts, but they're too
stupid to draw a decent pussy."

   "So that made you curious, about your own?"

   "Oh no, my sister's a total slut, and a way better drawer.  So, she
could draw more then the fur, so I looked at them, and we had the same room
until she went to college.  Oh yeah, she's the oldest, Davi?"

   "Davi?"

   "Yeah, Davina."

   "Go on,"

   "Then she went all slutty and novasexual?"

   "You know what that means?"

   "Well," she shurgged, "She spelled it Nouvausexual.  But i looked it up,
and thought Novasexual was easier?  Yeah, it means new, so she doesn't
really care, as long as it's new."

   "You run out of new things quick.  And why didn't you tell me about
Candlewax sooner?"

   "First off, because I assumed you'd run into it at some point, and 2: my
goal is to keep you from escalating until you burn out, like I did."

   "What's that like?"

   "Sex gets boring, if you get jaded enough.  If you happen to have a
limited sexuality to begin with, like gynephilia, you run out faster."

   "Gynephilia?"

   "Okay, Gay and Straight are heteronormative.  Gynephilia aknowleges the
Women, on both sides of the relationship.  As a Gynephyle, I love all
women, myself first, because I have to live with me, and it keeps me for
getting depressed."

   "While I'm a Narcissist, so I have to submit to control it.  It helps
that I learned to like the bottom, but.  Huh!  That's your MO, huh?  Maam."

   I nodded, "Well, the Bottom is easier to learn, but with disparate
relationships like this, it helps to give the smaller weaker one more of
the Power, because it's less dangerous in their hands, with proper training
and supervision.  You never can tell a psychopath to look at them, that's
another Patriarchal myth, that there are victims, Or abusers, victims can't
abuse, and women are victims." She how that works?  "By process of
elimination, that gives men carte blanche to abuse women, but that's the
part they don't talk about, openly."

   "Dis parrot?"

   "Sorry, a large difference, for instance she's older, larger, and a
barely controlled sociopath."

   "Oh, how'd you get to be a sociopath?"

   "I was taught by one, our ex girlfriend."

   "Bea!"

   "What?  That was both of us, and you had her first!  Anyway, she was too
far gone by the time I got to her anyway."

   "Huh!  You can't fix a sociopath anyway, the best you can hope for is
teach you to control yourselves better."

   "So I'm a sociopath too?"

   "Well, I don't know, you that well, but since you openly admitted, no
bragged about molesting children, I'd say you're not really delusional
about that as a Psychopath would be.  but yes, it sounds like you're a
serial sexual abuser."

   "Well, i lied about that.  Okay, i exaggerated a little, I didn't do it
that many times, and it took me a while to find what i like." She reached
back, over the seat for her hand.

   "Well, besides her, what specifically?"

   "Umh?" she thought, "Huh!  I don't know how to say it, besides her? 
She's perfect."

   "Uh!" Shake my head, "Age?"

   "A little too old, sorry, I wish I met you sooner, but, you're really
17?"

   "Wanna see my driver's license?"

   "You know when a girl, just starts growing?"

   "Of course," seen it many times.

   "Well, like that.  Huh!  My sister started, well I started seeing, sex.
Real sex, or catching her doing it when she was about, I don't know.  I was
in Kindergarten, so I must've been about 6, which would make her 12, or
13?"

   "So, 3 years ago."

   "Yeah, I started, playing Kitty at school in 1st grade.  No,
Kindergarten, but just my first girl," she looked away, "Mros."

   "Rose?"

   "Uhuh!?"

   "It's all right, and probably a good idea, actually, to change their
names slightly.  How did you abuse her?"

   "I didn't?  No, it was totally.  What you said, the other thing."

   "Consensual?"

   "Yeah, sorry.  You got a vocabulary sheet, or something?  It's a lot of
words."

   "Yeah, but zip it while we go into PetsMart, all right?  Not around the
Muggles, we're getting one for our dog."

   "Hihihmn!  Muggles."

   "Hairy Potter fan?"

   "No, but I'm in 4th grade, so I know all about it."

   "Bea!"

   "What?" She put it back down, "His neck is the same size as mine!"
Incidentally, she could hold a seminar in improvising lies.  She's a
natural born liar.

   "Well, how's the fit?" Just a plain blue Nylon collar, I must admit set
off her eyes.  "Huh!"

   I held up a finger, "She puts it on, not you, understood?"

   "Yes,, Miss Sarah."

   "Just Sarah." In public, but she's new at compartmentalizing.  Too.

   "Okay," she grinned, "Sarah." she nodded.

   "Yeah, I handle him better." she pushed her!?  "And I'm still bigger'n
you."

   "Girls!" I looked around, "No fighting in the store."

   "Yes, Sarah."

   "How about this one," she pulled out a leash.

   "No, chain can hurt her, um; Him." The 'dog.' Right.

   "How 'bout that leather one?"

   "How bout this nylon one?" She doesn't need any more fetishes, she just
got into Candlewax, and I LOOKed serious.

   "Yes mam."

   "Fucking cheapscate."

   "I heard that."

   "I knoOw!"

   "Uh!" Keep pushing buttons, bitch.  Knowing she'll pay for every one of
them.

   "Got the card?"

   "Yeah," she got it out.

   I 'Held her purse.' "Good," didn't slip any chains in while I wasn't
looking.  The problem is, she can always come back, and I can't watch her
24/7.  Or both of them now, I felt close to an anxiety attack before we got
back out, and it wasn't even that crowded.

   "Nkch!" The little kiddy covered her snort of laughter.

   "Ihihihn!"

   "Stay alert, girls," I spotted him.  "Meet me at the car." He looked up.
"Like them a little young, huh?"

   "What?" he looked around.

   "Don't give me that, you fucking pervert, you might want to wait until
they got a little fur on it before you look at girls like that."

   "No, I wasn't?"

   "I'm not fucking blind, I just saw you look at My little girl, and
you're going to apologize to Me, right now!"

   "I'm sorry," he put his eyes up.

   "Not enNOUGH!" I broke his nose, and pulled the bandana out of my purse
to wipe off my brow.

   "Psycho bugh!  Broge my phughin' gnosh!" he gushed bloody snot.

   "Shouldn't've groped my tits right out here in public, then."

   "Gno, I didnkt!"

   "No, you stared at a 9 year old.  Now, call the cops, and find out who
they believe, or run back to your boy fort to jerk off to getting your ass
kicked by a girl." Already walking back, wringing the cotton soaked with a
water bottle to get the rest.  "Huh!" I got in.

   "Gonna need to get wooly when we get back?"

   "Yeah," I took a deep breath, and steadied my hands on the wheel before
I got my keys out.

   "Here, let me drive."

   "Yeah," I scooted over while she ran around.

   "That was Brutal!"

   ;

   Peatrix {f/f DomX.  G Voye Train.}

   "Hh!" she started crashing, I stopped by the drivethrough.  "Yeah, get
me a supersize Sierra Mist, no ice.  You girls want anything?"

   "Get me one too."

   "Make it two."

   "Me three!"

   "Or 3."

   "Better make mine a Mountain Dew."

   "Make one a Baja Blast."

   "Wudja like,"

   "No." Pull forward.

   KNOCK!  "That'll be just;"

   "Is your headset broken, or do the words No Ice not mean anything to
you?"

   "Sorry," he poured it out, and started over, but with a chilled cup.

   "Here," thanks.  Adrenaline subsitute, I should know as the bonafide
addict.  Artificial stimulants are just a substitute, but she needs to
mellow out the crash.  "Katie?"

   "Kat!" I grinned.

   Okay, I play powerbottom, because I'm a natural Top.  Or 'sociopath,'
whatever, but she's normally resistant to my wiles.  Unless I got an extra
set of hands to push her buttons, and I'd say she's feeling pretty fucking
wild, and wooly from the way she took out that perv.  Look what she was
wearing.  No, don't look what she's wearing, fuck off.  Or, you know, get
your nose set, and then go fuck yourself.  She put the War in Social
Justice Warrior.

   Look, if you're going to call us manhating feminazi psychobitches
anyway, what exactly is our incentive to not be feminazi psychobitches?  If
you don't want us hating you, have you tried not being chauvenistic sons of
bitches?  I'm no profiler, but if I could be trusted with money (Guess who
the billing statement goes to?) I'd put it all on mommy issues, from clear
across the parking lot.

   "Whew!" Not large enough, pitch it in the back seat.  Lots of sugar, at
least, I really want to help her finish that Blast, but maybe little Kitty
won't finish her's.  "So, what'ya wanna show the little Kiddoomme today?"

   "Hey!"

   "I'm driving," I looked back, "Get used to it.  You're gonna get your
chance to beat it out of me when we're done.  Got it?"

   "Yes.  Okay."

   "Yes, Missy."

   "Yes, Missy."

   "You're about to learn a thing or two from me now.  All right?"

   "Yeah, all right!" Good, she doesn't give up.

   "Huh!  Good.  I'm a powerbottom, that means MAKE ME!  All caps.  I don't
submit, you put me under.  Sarah squishypanties here is a natural sub."

   "But,"

   "Huh, look.  I have to run the show, be the adult, so nobody gets hurt.
That's why i can do it.  I don't like the top too much, so i can Control
myself."

   "I see that."

   "Hn." She dropped her head.

   "Now, since she lost conTrol, someone has to wear the pants in the
family, but this is temporary.  Therapy, she needs it, and honestly so do
I. To let off some steam, because quite honestly, if she let me I would've
fucking Killed him for looking at you like that!"

   "Owh!"

   "Hh," thanks for that.

   "So, here's your chance to see what I'm capable of, with the binders
off." I scratched a little crust of wax, "Nh!" Still a little tender!

   "On the fence?"

   "Yeah!" I like that one, I signaled, checked my blind spot, and made the
lane.

   HRNnnn!

   nlm.

   "So, how about stimuli?  Impact?"

   She rubbed her head, "Nah'm good."

   "Right, wax?"

   "Don't trust you with wax, but I could lose a little hair." She took a
breath, and whispered.  'verbal?' Winced.

   "Hahah!  You got it," I patted her tit, "Toots."

   "Nh!" she shrank back.

   "What's wrong, too old for yah, you sick fucking teeny bopper?  Kinda
loses the magic when we're old enough to drive, huh?  Get a job, learn to
fend for myself without mommy queerest?  Stupid fucking manhating lesbo,
couldn't control yourself?  Just had to assault a guy right out there in
public.  Now, what kind of exAmple!" Right on her thigh, "Is that ta set
for her on her first day out?  Huh?  Didn't think of that, didja you
impulsive fucking psycho?"

   "Noh?" She started cryin.  "Snph!"

   "And here I am with candlewax all over me, should I stop by the cop shop
to pick up a couple boys in blue, show them the evidence all over Your
floor, and Your coffee table?"

   "Nohoh, please don't!"

   "I'm sure they'll believe the 9 yearold in the back seat did it to me.
You still got your cherry there, sweet cheeks?  Course not.  Wait till I
getcha home for a good fuckin, maybe let the tenderfoot here strap one on
for your ass."

   "HhHhH," She lifted her head enough to nod, then mumbled, 'bloob.'

   "Uh?"

   "What is it?"

   "What's a bloob?"

   "A surprise, you'll love it." And I'll need one, with a good spanking
too.  So, "Drink up." You're gonna need it.

   ;

   Kid 'n Play {fG/F DomX...}

   She pulled around to the back yard, and backed up to the garage. 
Building, with our Ex we could afford one, now she can't stay over in in
the house, because nobody would get any sleep.  She's got a loft over, well
the Dungeon.  Fortunately doesn't face the street, very private yard.

   She set down her phone when I came back down in a bathrobe, and hand
knitted wool sweater vest.  Yeah, I knit, what's it to ya?  "What the
fuck?"

   She's been working on her evil grin.  Not around me, of course.  "Huhah,
tonight's selection is Potap i Nastya - Ne Para." {Youtube it.} Accordion?
The idea is to both drown out anything from our party that could be
construed as a scream, and also throw me off mentally.  Not a fucking clue,
apparently Die Antwoord wasn't obscure enough.  "Help me strap this down,"
she chuckled, "Might want to get the rest of the Kennel, none of us thought
of it.  Don't worry, honeybutt, you're gonna collar me after this." I do
NOT own a Doghouse.  Yard came with one, we gurned it in the firepit. 
Playing a little close to the vest with puppy play, but at least it's not a
guy.  And I love her, i do.  I know it's fucked up.

   "On your knees, where you can't do any more damage." She loaded up a
duffel bag, and dug out some jeans for Junior while I was changing.  I have
to say, they look as good as that tight ass skort.

   Black kitty-lolita.  Do an image search, see what you come up with. 
{Update: https://www.instagram.com/Poupe_toxique/ I can't believe how long
it took to find one, but show her some luv.} AFAIK, a fairly unique
combination, but I'm away from my computer right now, and a little tied up.
"HhH!" How long has it been?  But I relax completely as the buckles tighten
over the belt, across my forehead.  Pulling my hair tight into the
chainlink, then she clomps around in her heavy heeled shoes.  Practically
boots, Doc Martins, on the rough boards of the practically barn floor. 
Over a root-cellar/undercarriage trench, we shouldn't need tonight.  But, I
could stand a cold, dark damp, and dirty night down there if this doesn't
do the trick, after i drop the girls off at their respective homes.

   "Now, loop the rope through the links for her hands, up or down?"

   "Down," try to nod.

   Which means I don't know this one, "Yeah, now the other side, pull it
tight by the ends," It itches, deliciously.  Not just wool, I think this is
Jute?  Prickly, this is Bondage.  Comfort doesn't help.

   Now I'm starting to sweat, and itch.

   "Hihihn!" She comes around to bend over.  "It's got a flap." And a
button in the front.

   "It's my tail." Figured she would get it, why it's white on the front,
homespun beige in back, double thick, and wooly.  I'm a goat.  No, kid. 
"Sheep." I close my eyes.  Just a mindless puff of instinct, and emotion.
"Huhhh!"

   "Ready?"

   "Yeah."

   "Too bad your Boyfriend ain't here to see you like this."

   "Nh!" Okay, yes, I have issues.  I loved her, until he started getting
too sweaty.

   "Hmh?" I looked up, to the phone conveniently held for me to read.

   [Grausame Töchter - Tabu (Alles für Dich).] World music, never heard of
it, of course.  I teach global awareness, and she is a very good student.

   "Hey, babykat, she said she could lose a little hair.  There is an
aweful lot of wool up front.  Even for a hairy fucking dyke."

   "Nh!" Some pinched, and pulled in the chainlink too.

   "Don't rip it out, just give it a good twist, in your knuckles, yeah."

   "NEAUGHHHH!"

   "So she can feel every hair, pop right out."

   "HIIIIIIIHN!"

   "Now, go grab me a party balloon, and that funnel from the bench like a
dear."

   "Is this a beerbong?" Pretty good for a 9yo!

   "I don't drink, beer." Heading off becoming an alcie at the pass.  "I'd
drink out of this, you probably don't want to." Zzzzz, "Now, you put the
balloon on the end like this, and wrap the rubber around to seal it, see?"

   "Uhuh?"

   "Now, insert it in her nasty snatch, before she wets herself." Oh yeah,
Baja blast, she probably wasn't even feeling it yet, but then, mine was
caffeinated, and I can't hold a lot more, a lot longer.  "You finish your
soda?"

   "Uh uh?"

   "Go get it from the car, then.  I might need a little extra." I stood in
front of her, lifting and spreading so the first spattering drops collect
into a stream once it really gets going.  "Hhhhhh!  Hold it in.  If you let
it drop, well you don't want to know what the penalty for that is."

   "NH!" Now, she just lifts that end like this, and let gravity do the
rest...  "NHHHH!" And my kidneys, I probably have a lot more to go.  The
problem is, it's bulging, under my bladder, which just makes the pressure
worse, and harder to release.  Yet...

   "Khhhhhhhh!" She finished it behind her.  "Sorry."

   "You know how to piss standing up?" She shook her head.  "Come here,"
she reached down, pulled the strap, and buckle over my eyes, and cinched it
tight.  "Don't look at her." Bent down, and planted a kiss, "Smq!" right on
my forehead.  "Stupid little kid, bullying boys out what, penis envy?"

   "N'nh, noh?"

   Did I stutter?  "NaAaAah?" already?  "I put up with your nagging too
long before I got to do this, you twisted control freak.  You think you're
better than us?"

   "Nah!" Right across my brow.

   "Don't want to do Impact play?"

   "Auh!"

   "Should'a THOUGH of before you HEAD butted some ONE in PUBLIC!!" Didn't
even headslap me the last time, just let me wince, and jerk like she had.
"Think, stupid?  What'd you fail English, or something?" Well, actually an
English and Literature Major!  "Or 'dyou spend too much time playing D&D
with your nerd buddies?"

   "Nhihimhehaha!"

   "HhHhH?" That was chilling!

   "Wow, that's a hell of a wicked little giggle you got there!"

   "Thinks!" Doesn't really sound black, you stupid fucking racist.  What,
black girls can't talk propper English, where is her accent from, anyway?
It sounds familiar, but small tourist town, stay here long enough, you'll
probably hear all of them eventually.

   "Hhhh!" Right in front of me, I hear the wet tinkles in the plastic
funnel, and bracing yourself for it only hurt the pressure, but I can smell
the difference.  It's subtler, because she probably doesn't know to eat
Broccoli daily for the stronger smell, and nice rubberbands, yet.

   "Snh?" And, yes, a 9yo can get aroused enough to smell it, over 2
different kinds of piss, and with the ever insistent pressure.  Only
getting worse.

   "Now, just raise it up, so."

   "NYAAAAGH!" I'm pulling on the chainlink now, so it digs in my back.

   "It all goes down."

   "God, I feel pregnant!"

   "Now this is the tricky part, but watch me so you can see how to pinch
it off, and tye it.  I usually use a clothespin, so it's easy enough to
release later."

   "Wmhmhmhm!"

   "But this just means we got to pop it with a pin."

   "Please," I'm shivering.  "Huhuhuh!"

   "Now, she couldn't let go if she wanted too.  See?"

   "IHNGH!" She gives it a tug, "NGHAH!"

   "Why don't you give it a try?"

   I feel about to burst, knowing I can't, and can't say for sure that my
bladder is even done filling up yet.

   "Here," she started loosening the strap around my eyes.  "I think she's
about ready."

   "Hh, yhehs!  Pplehese!"

   "I got a special treat for you today."

   "You like my tail?" She waved it in my face.

   "YhehahAH!" Tears streaming out, but not a drop of piss.  "SNH!"

   "Snot nose fucking puke, how about my cock?"

   "Ngh!" she slaps me with it, and it's my dick!  {Zeta Creations Gryphon,
try Fetish Zone.}

   "Suck it, get it good'n wet so I can fuck you with it."

   She did say 'let the tenderfoot here strap one on for your ass!' She's
so good at this, picking just what I need.  I love her, even more for it.
"Ghk huhl gugaghuhk!"

   "You ready, gorilla tits?"

   "Uhah!" Sobbing for it.  "Gahuh!"

   "Okay, you can bend over now."

   "hH!" Holding me up by the shoulders, intentionally so the immense bulge
finally rolls forward, deep into me to splash the rubbery tight nipple into
my cervix, and "Hahhhahah!"

   "Ohihimihin!  Did her water break?"

   "Haaaahn!" Drooling so much.

   "I never knew a woman could cum so much?" I shook my head.

   "She's pissing herself," she pulled the soaked woolen flap up to splat,
and start soaking through my back, and run down my ass.

   "Ahhhn, Gaahd, nhyeah!  Huh hah ah!" Shaking the chainlink.  KSH KZS! 
to slop it back off my urethra, and milk the last out.  "Hahn!"

   "Bloob?"

   'yeAH!"

   "Bloob."

   "Ah god now.  Grease me up and fuck me nauh, yeah, fuck me like a stuck
pigh huh!  AHhHhHhHN!" Already shaking, and the ripples milk off my G-spot
first, but then, "NGEAH!"

   "KSH!" waffling right into my ass,

   "GYAUH!"

   KSH!  KSH!  KSHKSHKSHKSHKSH!

   "AhUAGHAIHAIYAIGYEAAAIIIHEAH!"

   I can't believe how hard and fast that little kiddy can fuck me, and the
bloobs literally rub off a massive cervical burst.

   "GHNhNnNNNNN!" I can't breathe, and there's no where for the gush to go,
but I can't fall forward, off of the relentless stabbing into me, I just
have her thin strong hands to hold me up for the relentless spankfuck, and
it feels like the fucking balloon is working it's way into my womb without
the clothespin to give me any clitoral stimulation.

   "UGH!  IGHN!" I slam shut, and KSH!  I'm pushed so loud up to the
crosshatch of steel wire so she can spam my clit with her fingertips, and
the full body seizure of a release keeps me from doing much more than
grunt, and spasm.

   SPLOOUSH!

   "Hahn!" I didn't even feel her nails slip in to snap it with a burst, I
just pant.  'h h h,h, hH?  hhH!  Huhhh!" And finally gasp a full deep
breath, feels like the first time in my life so the stars pop out with the
tingles, and pinpricks all over my face, shoulders, chest and belly.

   "Heauuuhhh!" A last shudder, but i didn't pass out.  I was this close,
this fucking close, but i stayed conscious to feel every last second of
that blast slowly ebb through my system.

   "Yah, I totally got to try that."

   "The boob?"

   She came around, shaking her ponytail.  "Well," shrugs, "maybe.  But I
ment the bottom."

   "Well, I'm topped out."

   "Cut me loose, huh!  And drag me up to the bathtub, fuck!"

   I stumbled.

   "Run in, and get her some ice-water."

   "Aye aye, captain!" she ran off, giggling, tail, and fantasy cock
bouncing to make it so.  "Come on," shoulders under my arm, "Let's get you
into bed before you pass out."

   "I love you, so much!"

   "Yeah," she shrugged, "I know."

   ;

   Hollow/Even

   I'll blend these together better, I swear.  This happens at a Halloween
party, at der fickenHaus, overlapping with narratives from other
characters. {\Parent Directories:
Euphrat.txt\Genders/Ruth/Collage.Txt\Generations/Morion/Chritian/Ian.txt...
} Nexus point in space-times, "Wibbly wobbely..." ~Dr.

   Iris {g-G Roma Rape.  There's more, but that's the principals.  It's
getting complicated, Trigger Warning: Omnibus.}

   "What's she doing here?"

   "Therapy." Mrs.*Tryx, "Let's get introductions out of the way.  Have a
seat." She pushed her down on the couch.  "Now, you know Iris, and Kat."
She looked up, "I assume you got to know my sister Fanny, on the road."

   "Yes?  Didn't you say Therapy?"

   "Yes, but not Talk therapy, so shut up and listen.  You're a
child-molestor.  You're free to go if you want, but it's a long walk back,
so the cops will probably be there when you get to your trailer full of
cats.  Or, you can sit here, pay attention, and learn something. 
Understood?"

   She nodded, but didn't stop glaring.

   "Now, I'm Asterix, that's Miss*, or Mistress to you, and you'll do
whatever I say, right?"

   She nodded, but started looking like she'd cry.  Good!

   "Good, want some candy?" she held out the bowl.

   "No?"

   "Fine, set this back by the door."

   "Thanks!" I grinned back.

   "So, is it school girls?  You have to stop lying to yourself, so you may
as well start with me."

   "Yes, Miss Asteryx," she choked on it, and tried to swallow the lump in
her throat.  "Huh, Kindergarten until the tooth fairy."

   "Were you molested?" She shook her head.  "Raped," she was already
nodding, "orotherwisexuallyabused?" Swallowed silently.  "By whom?"

   "A boy at school."

   "Same ages?"

   "Nuh!" she shook, but she petted her hair on her neck.  "He was older."

   "There there, how old?"

   "Thirteen!" she sobbed into her hands.

   "Well, did he show you how to groom, and molest children, too?"

   "No, I stayed away from him."

   "Then why did you start molesting girls?"

   "My daughter, uh!  I'm sorry, I love you so much, I never ment to hurt
you!"

   "Okay, back to me, Mrs.  Sweets."

   "Uh!"

   "Did you teach her to groom, and molest girls?"

   "Nghoh!"

   "Yeahuh!, she had me babysit, and bring the girls over."

   "What kinds of girls?"

   "Babies, and toddlers."

   "Then when you left, you continued making victims."

   She winced at the word.  Shook her head hysterically.  "Huh, I loved
them, all of them, I'm sorry." she covered her face, and sobbed into her
hands.

   "Well, it's going to stop.  However, to help you with that, we're going
to watch a little show." she sat down, "Together." She petted her hair, and
I shivered, "Would you like that?"

   "Snh, mhm?" Nodding in her hands.

   "You didn't think, did you?"

   "Nhm?" shaking her head.

   "Iris, Kat, go get whoever you want to play with, and bring them back."
She rubbed her skirt in her lap.  "Relax."

   I opened up the door, "Um," looked around, "Morion?" She nodded, put on
her cap, but just let the straps dangle.  "Is that a helmet?"

   "Yeah, a Morion cap."

   "Oh," like her name.

   "How 'bout you," she pointed.  "You want to come play with us in the
living room?"

   "P*."

   "That's your name?"

   "Yeah, Peatrix, but just call me P*, or Missy."

   "Okay, P*.  Where's Euphrat?"

   She pointed up, and all a sudden I heard the thumping, and scraping
through the floor.  She shrugged.

   "Perfect, close the door, and run upstairs if anyone comes."

   "Okay."

   "Yes, Mys*trix."

   "Now, first you're going to have to get used to older girl's bodies. 
You see we have an eight, and thirteen year old here."

   We both looked at P*, but she shook her head.  Not like we believed she
was 18.

   "Take off whatever you like, and show her, girls."

   Kat kept everything on, but started helping B out of her clothes.  I
whispered in Morion's ear, 'are you a top, or bottom?'

   'Top, B&D.'

   'oh,' she had laces in front, like a shoe, but I pulled out the bow. 
She shrugged out of the unbuttoned vest.  'Leather?' she nodded.

   "Hey," she pulled my hands off my chest, "Don't touch me." She looked
mad.

   "Sorry," I held my hands back, "I forgot."

   "Steph, would you like to let Morion molest you?"

   "Oh yeah," she grinned, "She's a badass!"

   "Thanks."

   "Hands at your sides."

   "Come on," I took Kat's hand, "Can we talk?"

   "Okay." Back in the corner.

   "Look at them," she turned her head, "Not them."

   "I'm sorry,' I hung my head, whispered, 'huh, i raped you.'

   "Well," she pushed me, "Why did you?"

   'Huh!  I thought, well.' I shrugged, and squirmed, 'I know if she did
it, huh.  It hurts a lot worse.'

   "Oh," she hugged me.  "Snph!  I forgive you."

   "Oh!" Euphrat stopped on the stairs.  "Private party?" Pulled some naked
boy down by some fabric tied around his wrists.  I didn't look, but he was
dangling between his legs.

   Like, 'I like your tail,' I felt the top of her head, 'And your ears,'
again.

   'Hhn,' She nodded.  "Snh!" Swallowed.

   'That why you never wanted to play with me, again?'

   'Yeah,' she kissed me.

   'Hnh!' I relaxed.  Then I turned away, then back next to her ear.  'i
still have it.'

   "Mhm?" She hook her head.

   'my virginity?  I think I owe you that.'

   "You ever play with candle wax?" She turned back, and her eyebrows went
up.

   "Isn't that," I looked over, 'dangerous?'

   She shook her head, "Not if you know how to do it right?"

   "Uh," I raised my hand, "Can we go up and play, Mrs*tryx?"

   "Of course, girls." She led me back out, through the garage, but up some
different stairs.

   Looked like a spanking party in the kitchen, but we just closed the
doors.  Also looked, kind of gross.  The old lady, and the fat woman,
getting nakeder, and nakeder on the couch.

   "You like pain?"

   "No," of course not.

   "You will, the trick is to start with just a little," she pinched my arm
with her nails.

   So, "Ow!" I pulled it back, and held my wrist.  "That hurt!"

   "Yeah, you hurt me.  But I'm going to show you how to hurt me, the way I
like it.  Come on." She took off the combination lock, "Get the other
door."

   It was heavy, but at least it didn't drag the ground.

   "Nuh!" She pushed up a cinder-block from the side, so that's what this
one's for.  "Yeah," she nodded over, "Like that.  I'll just leave the
lights off, until someone want to use it."

   You know haunted houses?  I actually shivered, and rubbed my arms
walking through the double garage with all kinds of weird furniture. 
Looked like it was all made out of 2x4s, like a deck.

   "Cummon." I followed her up stairs.  It was like a bedroom, with a bed
all the way back under the other window.  There was one over the stairs
too, but the roof slanted down both sides to the tops of dressers.

   "Wow," I looked around, a lot of plastic bins too, pushed up to the rail
of the stairs, it's like an attic, with a bed, and windows.

   She giggles, "I found a much better one, with a much much nicer place."

   "Yeah," she was molesting Mrs.  Sweets, right now, I really didn't want
to stand there, and watch my mom, getting molested.

   "So, she's your mom."

   "Yeah," I shrug.  "Huh, I guess that why, she never."

   "You want to keep your clothes on, or take some off?"

   "Uh," I looked down.

   "Let me get your panties." She was wearing hose, even over her arms down
to her wrists, and a 1 piece swimsuit.  "Am I going to have to tie you up,
for your to let me?"

   "Do what?"

   She whispered, 'hurt you,' where was that light switch?  "But not like
you hurt me."

   "Um," I blinked, "Can you turn on a light?" Backed up to the bins
against the stairs.

   "Huh?" I almost fell when she pulled out my feet by my undies.  "You
want to get on the bed?"

   "Uh?" I looked back, down.  "Yeah," She pulled me up by the shirt.

   "Lay down."

   "Okay, Kat." Her eyes were so dark.

   "You want a light?" She looked over.  "Yeah, get comfortable." Pch!  She
held up the match, and picked up a candle.  Held it sideways to light it.
"That better?" Looked over.

   "Huh!" I covered my mouth when she smiled.  It was, exciting?  When I
heard, she was playing pussy Kat with other girls, older girls.  "I'm
sorry."

   "Don't be," she stopped at the foot of the bed, "I'm going to fix it so
you can better about that." Walked around to the side, so I scooted all the
way over when she set the candle down.  "Huh!" she unclipped the ears from
her hair, carefully, and set those down too.  "I don't know how to feel
about it, but I actually miss you, in a way.  I feel bad about, what
happened, but at the same time, I thought about you too.  A lot." She
nodded.  "For a while, I wanted to punish you, I punished myself first,
but. Huh!  I forgave you, months ago.  I really appreciate your apology. 
Too." Seriously.

   "So now you're going to hurt me?"

   "Just a little pain.  It hurts a little, but it feels good too, because
it's sexual pain.  HhH!" She shivered, "There's good pain too, come over
here, and I'll show you.  Or would you rather I got on the bed with you?"

   "No?"

   "Come on," she held out her hand, "You didn't give me as much warning,
and.  Huh!" She shook her head, "I want to show you, as lovingly as
possible."

   'Okwh?' Through my hands.

   "Please don't make me rape you.  Come on, take my hand." It was shaking.

   "Uh?" I looked all around, even out the window, but I just saw Morion
whipping around at a bunch of kids.  I wished I had that sword to hold up,
like a shield, but someone else was practicing with it.

   "Yeah," she pulled me over, "Now relax." She felt up my arm.  "Hh." I
closed my eyes.  "Hhold still." I nodded, "It's not going to hurt a bit."
Shook tears out of my eyes, "To start..."

   {I'm actually leaving this part up to your imaginations.  You'll
probably do a better job for you than I would writing it for me.}

   ;

   Feline {G/g-F Sade/Maso.  Also; Mo Lurk.}

   "HhH!" She stiffened, and started twitching against my fingers.

   "NhmeoW!" I arched back around the heat soaking through the polyester
moleskin catsuit, and nylon body stocking down my spine.  "Mmhhhh! 
Whrhrhrhrhr!"

   "Ooh," she felt up my front, "You've been working on your purr!"

   "HhHhH!" I turned around, "Pet that."

   The slick skunk-stripe, over the near burn.  "Uhn!" I twisted, to lay
down over my leg, and straighten them out behind me.  "WhHhHhHhH!"

   "Nhn!" She petted back up, and pulled the tail out, to drape it over my
shoulder.

   "I thought you're going to hurt me."

   "After you got off." I nodded, got up on my elbow.  "You ready?" she
looked scared again.  "I swear, you'll like it." Like she swore.  Pinky and
everything.

   "Okay," but she trusts me now.  More than I ever should have trusted
her, but I need to let that go.  "Did you, too?"

   "Mostly.  Huh!  it's not like an orgasm.  I didn't, inside my sex.  But
in my head, and my heart, yes.  That got me off."

   "That's," she shook her head.  "What does that feel like?"

   "Let me show you," drooling, I bent over her top, and pulled it tight
over her chest.  "Hnlah!" I just held ot out, "Hahl ha," felt it dribble
out, and looked down to make sure I got it mostly over her nipple. 
"Hahwlm," I pinched it between my pitten lips, and.

   "Huah!" she felt her chest, "That didn't hurt?"

   "Not yet, now," I moved over, and held her hands.  "You ready?  Mnlhn."
Worked up some more drool, while she nodded.  "Hold still," I lowered my
face, and bent over, but had to feel it out with my lips, and pull the
plasticly fabric back, to swirls around it with my tongue.

   "Nah!" she tried to lift her arms, or sit up, so I lost where it was.

   "I said, Hold.  Still." I nodded.  "Am I going to have to tie you down
for this?" Didn't even get to tooth pinch it yet.

   "Yeah," she nodded, "I think so."

   "But you're willing?"

   "Yeah, maybe if it doesn't hurt that much."

   "How much?"

   "As good as that feels."

   "I promise, do you have a safe-word?" She shook her head.  "How about
Sweet?"

   'Nh?' she turned away.  "Yeah, sweet thing.  Neither sweets, nor
sweety." Feeling her nipples through her stretched out cloth, "Now, it's
going to start to hurt." I bent to kiss her, and scrape my thumbnails out
across her re-hardened nipples.  Through the coarse plastic weave, not even
a training bra yet.  "Hmn!" Into my opening mouth.  I licked open her lips,
and felt her teeth part, "Snhh!" Smelled her skin, and some shampoo,
feeling down the sides of her ribs to tickle the soft spots between them,
and her hips."

   "Huahaho!" She struggled.

   "So," I got up, and opened the cabinet under the side drawer, rolled it
back.  "Here's what I'm going to do." I wrapped the yarn a few times, so,
"NYHM!" I could break it.  "Give me your hands.  You might not be too weak
to break this," I tied overhand knots, back and forth to string them in a
square.  "It will hurt your wrists, a lot.  The way you'd have to pull
them." Out by the elbows.

   "AHHHAH!" It snapped.  So, I turned back to the nightstand.  "Hold them
up.  Yeah.  Think you can do that, yourself?"

   "Nyh, muh,"she shook her head, and blubbered.  'uh!  Snh!" She rubbed
the welts in her soft pale flesh.

   "Good," I pulled out the pillow, "Give me your wrists."

   "Oh Kat, I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry I ever hurt you!"

   "Okay, but that's not going to stop this.  Not until you say sweet, or
tell me how much you love it."

   "Oh, I love it, so much," she nodded.

   "Yeah, you will, now put your head up." I held it with one hand, "Yeah,
now hold it up," pushed her wrists under it, "With this.  If you pull it
out, it's just like saying Sweet, soyou'll never see me again.  Is that
what you want?"

   "No, Kat.  I love you.  I love you so much!"

   "Hn," I picked up the candle, and leaned my head back.  "HhshH!  Neauh!"
Shuddered, "WhHuhrwrwrwrdt!" Shook my head, just to feel it.  Too, over the
fresh hot pet cooling down my sternum, and tummy, over my navel.  Even to
the top of my sex, but not burning that low.  "Pwrhrhrhrhr!" feeling up,
and down with my fingertips.

   "Hehin?  You really love that!"

   "I really purr, now.  When I feel pleasure.  Huh!  I did it so long, it
just feels natural."

   I held up a taper, turned, even nodding while I toasted the base soft,
and smooth like a marshmallow.

   "That's bigger then a crayon."

   "You're not a kindergartener any more," I leaned over, and blew out the
candle.  Then, in the light from the stairs, I heard people talking, and
weights stacking up, but then she put some music on.  I was busy, pulling
the strap end up from the side, and flapping it over.

   "Uhn!" Her eyes flew open.

   {KMFDM - Brute (Nihil)}

   Right across her tummy, she jumped again when the weihts clanked down.
But I couldn't make out what they were saying.  "Huh!" I picked up the
buckles, and leaned over the bed to slip the tongue through, and tighten
the belt.  "Can you breathe all right?"

   "Huh?  Yeah." She closed her eyes back.  Shivering a little.

   "Are you comfortable?" She nodded, silently.  "Feel Cold, at all?"

   "No, hot."

   "I'm just getting warmed up."

   I pulled her leg out, by the strap, and picked up the corner to flap the
end under.  Straighten it, and pull them together up the side, so the
sueded sides rub together.  Then, padded around the other side.  Picked up
the strap, wrapped my hand, and "MH!" Leaned back to pull her leg down. 
"Hm, that hurt yet?"

   "Not really."

   I nodded, and leaned over the bed to pull her knee out.

   "My hands kind of do."

   "They will, worse and worse, but don't break the thread, or pull them
out.  Hold your head up."

   "My neck is getting tired."

   "I know." I nodded, because she was looking down at me.  "Part of the
exercise.  Do you trust me?"

   "Oh yes, I mean it.  I really do love you, so much."

   "Hhn!" I looked at the dark candle, but just petted my front stripe hard
enough to feel the burns underneath.  "I was afraid of your mother, too. 
Huh!  I was afraid, if we got back together, you would have taken me back
to her, again."

   "I'm so sorry."

   "I know, but sorry, isn't everything, and, I have to say this stuff. 
For closure, that's what this's about."

   "WKT!"

   The music stopped, so we could hear it, but started up again.

   {EC - Pump it Up (This Year's Model)} With a lot of bass, from the
subwoofer.

   KLANK!  Lots of loud laughter.

   "Are you sweating?" I turned back from the shadow, at the top of the
stairs.

   "Yeah."

   "Yeah, yourall hot&wet, huh?"

   "Yeah."

   I felt up between her legs until my hands came together.  "Especially
here?" I pulled her skirt up.  "Nice slip." I petted it on the tops of her
thighs.  Pulled tight, with her knees held down by the strap under the foot
of the bed.  I felt my knuckles up the indies.

   "HhuhH!"

   "That tickle?'

   "Noh."

   "Good, it feels good, doesn't it?"

   'yeah!' Breathed out.

   "You want More?" {Sisters of Mercy - Extended Version (Merciful
Release.) Whenever's clever.}

   "Yes, miss kiddy."

   "You want more pain?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Say it," I felt her crotch with my knuckles, and pulled back to
straighten my fingers.  'Tell me what you want."

   'i want you to hurt me.'

   "Is that you, princess?"

   "Hm?"

   "In the pageboys haircut, that your shadow on the ceiling over the
stairs?"

   "Yeah."

   "Go tell her Sisters of Mercy, next."

   "Asteryx?"

   "Yeah, More."

   "All right." He ran down.

   "Now," I slipped my nails out from between her lips, "It's just the two
of us."

   "NYEAUH!" Pinched everything in, but didn't dig in my nails too hard.

   "Hh!" I slipped my hands out, "You're too wet, Snh?" Just girlsweat, a
bit of fear in it.

   "HhnhN?" I just pushed the stretchy slip in, to dry it.

   "That hurt?"

   "Ngh!  Snh!"

   "Too much?" I flicked my nail up, and out.

   "Nh NO!  Huh?  I can take it."

   "Good." I kissed her cheek, and turned to kiss the other one.

   "Huhuh!  I love it," she shuttered in a breath, 'hurt me more.'

   Instead, I scrubbed the rehardened wax on her skirt.  "Let me polish it,
nice and smooth first." I moved it down, and felt over the waxed fiber with
my fingertips.

   "HhH!" Her sternum spasmed under it, and her tummy pushing it up in my
hand.  "SNH!"

   "Here, this where you want it?" I rolled the end, getting rounder, and
rounder in her pubeless bone.

   "Heah, yes."

   'or inside you?'

   "Yes, fuck it inside me."

   "Not.  Yet."

   "NyahaHA!" She jerked from my grinding it in the top.  Of her split,
right about where it's painfully sensitive.

   "That hurt?"

   "Nes!  Oh yenh!" She tried to hump into it, but the strap was tight at
the top of her hip bones, she actually inched down a little.  "GAHNyes!"
She kept humping, so I just held it down hard, like a vibrator. 
"HehHauhn!"

   "You cumming again?"

   "Ngh?" she shook her head.

   "Not yet?" Kept shaking, unable to breathe.  "Getting close?"

   "NyeauhahhhhhHH!" She shook so hard, "SnhhHHHHH!  SHHHHHHHHH!" Just
hissed through her teeth.

   "Yeah, fuck it, fuck it till it hurts."

   "YeahehahohooHUH!  NH, Sweh, sweet!  Stop, FUGH!" She collapsed panting
when I pulled it away.

   "Couldn't take it?" I turned, to push open the box of matches.  Pinch
under the tip, and SNAP!  It on the corner of the table, opening my nails
so they didn't burn.

   "Huh!" I let it dance in my eyes until the flair stopped, and held the
wick over it.  Watch it brighten, smoke, then catch, and shook the match
out.  Still hunching up, off her hands, even the wax on her chest cracked
from her sobbing pants.

   "Now, you're going to feel this end," I leaned back, held it down over
my nipple, and closed my eyes.  .: "Myeauh!" I burned with a heavy splat,
and hardened, but I jerked the tip up, to let the flame just hang over it,
and opened my eyes, to tip it back down over the other side.  And closed my
eyes.  :.  "MYEAUH!" I panted, but when I could breathe, and look down, she
was watching, excited, and smiled.

   "Hih hih hihn!" she let her head back down, between her arms, and closed
her eyes.

   "You ready?" I turned to the bedside drawer.

   "Mhm?" She bit her lips.

   "Wh," I blew it out.

   "Huh, this catsuit is for tonight, you mind if I ruin this top?"

   "NhH?" She shuddered, "Nhoh?"

   "Good," I picked it up for the bandage scissors.  "No telling what this
is, or how it will handle hot wax, so I'm going to cut it open.  All
right?"

   "Nyeah," almost catching her breath, "Go ahead."

   "If yall on the stairs want to come up, and watch, leave the light off,
and keep quiet."

   ;

   More...  {GG Cons Rape, BS&M.  Also: ATg-F Voye.}

   "Wh!" I heard the candle puff out, and it went dark, so I opened my
eyes.

   "This one's burned out," she held up the stub, and felt up my chest.

   'huUH!"

   "It hurt?"

   "MhM!" So good!  Even my lips, in my teeth, I tasted my blood.  My
tongue too, when she was giving me pleasure, and I wanted some pain.

   "I can always hurt you more.  You like it?" She pulled out my aching
hands.

   "Meahs, I love it."

   "You can always like it more.  Do you love me?"

   "Yes, I love you so much!' She held my arms back,

   "You can always love me more." I shake my head, can't believe it.

   "You want it?" She finally pushed my slip up my legs.

   "Oh god yes, please fuck me.  I never wanted it so much."

   She rubbed it in.  "So, you can't never want it any more?" I just held
still, didn't want to shake off of it.  "You're still pretty DRY!"

   "YAIIIIGH!" I thrashed, but she jerked it back out so fast, I felt it
sucking inside.  "AIIIGH!  HAAH AHHuhuhuhuhn!"

   "But that should get you wet for this end." She looked down, and I felt
the waxy wick, just brushing it.  "Whhh, is it getting wet, in there?  Can
you feel it, bleeding?"

   "Ihihn nyeah, huh!  Ahhhh!"

   "It should be starting to hurt less, you getting used to it?"

   Like the wax burns, "MGH!" I could nod.

   "Somebody get her a drink," she bent down, took a breath in my ear. 
'hihH!  Tell me when you're ready, for more.' She dropped the candle, and
got up.  "You can turn on the lights, and untye her." Between my legs, I
pulled my head up to watch her, turn to go down the stairs.  She didn't
even look back.

   "NHYAHAHAHAH Uh!" It finally snapped, "No!' I couldn't sit up, "Don't
go, don't leave me!"

   She didn't even answer her.  I didn't see her for hours, and by then her
hear was gone.  Completely gone, and when she let me feel it it was even
waxy smooth.

   "I'm sorry," she cuddled me, "I had to."

   "It's okay," I felt around the boney little nub in back, "I like it."

   "I mean, I left you.  Huh!  I'm sorry I left you like that, but.  I had
to, I was afraid I was going to kill you."

   "Is that why you did this?" I felt her skull all over.

   "It's helping, mhM!" She just twisted it around in my hands, and her
throat vibrated.  "WhrhrhrpdRhR!" Her lips peel back to let it out.

   I took her hands, to pet them up and down the waxy dotted lines down my
chest.

   "And I need all the love I can get."

   "All the love, that you can get."

   "And I neeed, all the love, that I can't, get, too."

   "Hhh!" She just put her head down, so I held her face, and felt her waxy
skull with my fingers.

   "THAT I CAN'T GET TOO!"

   {(Merciful Release 47 T/Cd.  Extended version.  Not sure who's Lietmotif
it is, yet.  ; }

   At some point, someone made the next song Billy Idol.  {Rebel Yell.

   ;}

   Kat {G/F, NS, NF, NP.  For No Pussy."

   They let me through, but I saw her.  The top of her head drop down on
the stairs.  Then she fled.

   "Where do you think you're going," I chased her, "You think you can run,
witch?"

   Cut her off at the hall, but she got one of the kitchen doors open, and
fled between the small crowd, leaning back around the counters.  I caught
her at the door, but she practically jumped down the steps in a swish of
skirts.

   "Morion, stop her." I pointed.

   "Aye aya!"

   "Huh!" I covered my mouth.  She blurred into the shadows, and I heard a
loud TWIRHL!  sound.

   "Aih!" She screeched.

   "Thanks," she was hogtying her, face down when i caught up.

   "MindifI watch?" she laughed, "Haven't had a good witch hunt in
centuries!"

   I shook my head, let it go.

   "D'you see?" I pushed her over.

   "AIHH!  Let me go!" she shrieked.  "MHHHH!" I covered her mouth, even
when she tried to bite me.

   "You see what you made me?  Do;" shake my head, "What you made me into?"

   "Aih didn't rape you!"

   "No, you just made your Daughter!" I slapped her, "A Cherry Poppin'
Serial Rapist!"

   "Sluts, every last one of yeauh were sluts and Harlots!"

   "Why, because she popped our Cherries?  No, she did that, to every last
one of us so You couldn't!"

   "No, I would never!  HEEEEHLP HELP MEEE!  AHHHH!"

   "Somebody gag her, so I can talk some sense into her." My hand hurt. 
"And get me a soda, Dr.  Pepper, the rest of the bottle." Ice just waters
it down, and I don't need to cool off.  "You get it now?  It was your sick
fucking hymen fetish that made her a Cherry Popper!  A sadistic rapist, in
KINDerGARTen!" I spat, "PTWH!" Turned to stomp off, "If you're gonna rape
her, go ahead, and do it." I wasted enough time on her.  Even thinking
about her, they could kill her or not, she was already dead to me.

   Dwayne stood there, forgotten sword tucked up at his side.  "Yo, D."
chuck my head, "You know how to use that thing?" He held it up.  "Cummon,
Nigga, fuck me up.  Huh!" Think, "Uh, I can't remember," shake my head,
"Make me feel like a victim again," with both hands, "Don't hold back."

   "Are you sure?" Palming it, like a ball.  "Uhn!?"

   "Try not to kill me." I nodded, "Drag me through hell."

   "Here," Morion caught it mid swing, "You better let me handle this."
TWIHL!:.
Flapping her long double-breasted vest open, she pulled out a pipe-tee,

and shook out a triple plastic loop.

   KzzzZZZT!  She took my other arm, and pulled out another zip-tie. 
KzzzZZZT!

   "Here, you guys hold her arms, out.  Yeah." He didn't even look,
reaching up for the brass ring hanging at her side.

   I Just spread my legs, and let my head fall.
   ;