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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Thirteen
The limousine rolled deeper into the countryside. The moon glided
higher, its moonglow spread over the landscape like a blanket. The scents
of pine mingled with the air conditioned air in the car as it passed within
the trees of a forest. The night remained hot, suffocating. But inside the
limo the girls were chilly.
Kelli was on her knees, worshipfully kissing MarkÕs leg. It was the
same leg sheÕd rubbed the vaseline on and now she was kissing it
mindlessly, not caring that she was making her face messy with
petroleum jelly. Behind her, also on her knees, Amanda was pulling down
the back of KelliÕs panties.
ÒOoooh! DonÕt fuck me up my BOTTOM!Ó Kelli pleaded with Mark. Her
face was wet with tears. It mingled with the jelly smeared across her
cheeks. Kelli had lost the ice cube contest, and Mark, gazing first at his
dick and then at her, frankly did not know what to do.
ÒSo you think IÕm a slut because my pussyÕs the warmest?Ó Amanda
said to her niece.
ÒOoooh! IÕm sorry auntie! IÕm sorry I called you a slut,Ó Kelli told
her aunt. ÒI just said that because you won.Ó
ÒVery well,Ó Amanda said. She pulled the back of KelliÕs panties
back up. ÒNext time congratulate me, Kelli, instead of calling me a slut,Ó
Amanda told her niece. Then she looked at Mark. ÒPlease donÕt fuck her,Ó
she said. At the same time Amanda put her hand to her own pussy. She
rubbed it. It was so cold! And the bikini panties, they were so
embarrassingly wet now. Kelli too, even as she kissed MarkÕs leg, rubbed
her pussy with both her hands, assuaging the sting there left by the cold
ice.
ÒWhat should I do?Ó Mark asked Patrick.
ÒYouÕre asking me?Ó Patrick said. ÒIÕm a sadist.Ó
ÒOh, pwease!Ó Kelli begged.
Patrick cleared his throat. ÒKelli, we are not going to a preschool,Ó
Patrick told the girl. He glanced at Amanda.
ÒI think she understands that,Ó Amanda said quietly. She continued
to rub her pussy. ÒShe merely wishes some consideration for her feelings,
thatÕs all.Ó
ÒVery well,Ó Patrick said. ÒWe are almost there, in any event.
However if I am to spare Kelli, then I must ask a small favor from you
both.Ó
ÒFine,Ó Amanda said.
ÒDo I still have to get fucked up the ass?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒNot right now,Ó Patrick said.
ÒOh, GOODIE!Ó Kelli cried. Mark couldnÕt tell whether the girl was
serious, or only intent on increasing her value, her desirability, through
the well-known female tactic of delay.
Kelli let go of MarkÕs leg. She turned around. Then, suddenly, she
announced, ÒMy bottom is hot!Ó and yanked down the back of her panties.
With what Mark was sure was an exaggerated display, Kelli crawled with
hip-waggling intensity back across the floor and hopped up onto her seat.
ÒOooh! This leather is cold!Ó the girl said, sitting, for the first time,
directly on her bare bottom. Amanda followed her niece across the floor
and got back up onto her seat. But before sitting down, she too pulled
down the back of her panties. When she sat, she said, quite audibly so both
men could hear it,
ÒOooh.Ó She pursed her lips into a pretty O and looked directly at
Patrick. The older man felt his penis throb.
ÒYou girls are such showoffs!Ó Mark said.
ÒYou should talk,Ó Amanda replied, and looked at his cock.
Patrick cleared his throat. ÒNow as to the small favor I have been
promised by you girls, it is this: I wish for you both to sit still. And, in
addition to that, I wish for you to both take the greatest care of your
bottoms. You may do that, both of you, by sitting upon your hands.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Kelli said. She arched up her bare ass and put both her hands
under her wiggly bottom. Amanda, with a slightly puzzled look on her
face, did the same.
ÒNow Mark, if you would,Ó Patrick said to the young man, ÒPlease go
over to the girls and lie down upon their thighs. Lie across both their
thighs, just as if you were to receive a spanking from them.Ó
ÒNo way,Ó Mark said. ÒMy ass hurts enough already.Ó
ÒMark,Ó Patrick said. ÒPlease consider this to be an order.Ó
ÒBut my ass--!Ó Mark began.
ÒHave I said anything about your ass?Ó Patrick asked the young man.
ÒNo, but--!Ó
ÒThen go and lie down!Ó Patrick roared. He had once been a colonel
and he was, even at this advanced age, over 50, still accustomed to
obedience. Meekly Mark got up and walked across the floor. He walked
with his back bent to accommodate the low roof of the vehicle. He went
over to the girls. They beamed at him. They were both sitting on their
hands, as Patrick wished. But it was obvious that they expected to be
using their hands to spank Mark soon. And there was another reason for
the pleasure showing on their young faces: Mark had a massive erection,
and they were wondering how on earth he was going to lie face-down
across their thighs with his big dick sticking out.
Mark began to wonder the same thing, as he made to lie across the
bench seat that the girls were sitting on. First, though, he had to lift the
ice cooler that sat on the seat between them. He also had to remove some
other items from the bench seat, that were piled between the cooler and
Amanda. The items were these: a backpack, a folded beach blanket, an
innertube and an inflated beach ball. They were items left over from
PatrickÕs trip to Waterland. He had brought them along just in case he
needed them, perhaps to share them with a young mother. In the event he
had left them in the car, leaving them there in case he should want them
later.
Although Mark noticed the cooler first, he did not move it first. He
started with the beach ball, then the inner tube, then the folded beach
blanket, and finally the backpack. He tossed these items on the floor. His
hard penis wobbled around as he moved the items. Then he bent and tried
to lift the ice cooler. Immediately he realized what an awkward task this
would be. He wanted to lift it up past his waist but his erect penis was in
the way! So Mark leaned in over the cooler, awkwardly, and raised it
directly to his chest. His muscles in his chest and arms bulged as he
lifted the cooler, making a grand display for the girls. Mark hefted the
cooler past the items that were already on the floor and set it down right
in front of PatrickÕs feet. Then, glancing at the man, and seeing that
Patrick still expected him to lie down, Mark returned to the girls. They
were beaming at him now, as they sat on their hands, both of them highly
amused at the prospect of Mark having to lie down flat, with his big dick
so obviously in the way.
ÒSit closer together, girls,Ó Patrick said to Amanda and Kelli. The
girls looked at each other. Amanda got up and sat on her hands right next
to her little niece. Then she looked again at Mark, as Kelli was doing, and
said,
ÒWell? Lie down and relax, dear.Ó Both girls burst into giggles.
Their laughter shook their bare breasts and both Patrick and Mark enjoyed
the display, though Mark was now blushing a little. As the girls laughed
their breasts shook with increased vigor, because both girls were sitting
erect, with their hands trapped under their asses. The posture was one
which caused both girls to throw out their chests in a deliciously wanton
fashion.
Mark, despite the joy he felt at seeing the girls looking so
vulnerable, with their hands underneath them and their breasts sticking
out, shook his head. He had no guarantee that when he lay down the
softness of their thighs, pressing against his dick, wouldnÕt make him
spurt. Nonetheless he put one knee on the seat, just next to KelliÕs slim
thigh, and lay down.
ÒUhn,Ó Mark groaned. He laid himself face-down across both girlsÕ
thighs. He felt them shift and squirm underneath them as his weight
descended upon them. As for the girls, they felt MarkÕs frame come down
upon them but, most of all, they felt his cock skid and thump down,
pressing like an iron bar into their legs.
ÒOoooh!Ó Amanda cried.
ÒYeeooh! YouÕre too big and heavy!Ó Kelli complained.
MarkÕs eyes bulged. How enthralling it felt to have his dick wedged
between himself, and upon the girlsÕ naked legs. His hard, muscled
stomach pressed against the upper half of his dick. The lower half was
embedded in the soft flesh of KelliÕs right thigh and, right next to it,
AmandaÕs left thigh. He could smell the girlsÕ scent. It was a mingling of
chlorine from Waterland, the remnants of perfume and feminine deodorant,
and sexual essence. MarkÕs eyes bulged as he felt the soft contact of the
girlsÕ skin and smelled their sweet aroma. He nearly lost himself; his
penis was lubricated and exceedingly hard and excited. Only by a great
effort of will, grunting upon the girlsÕ legs, did he manage to hold himself
back. Both Amanda and Kelli giggled again, realizing why Mark was
grunting.
ÒOooh, Markie. Did you have a little accident?Ó Amanda slyly asked
the young man. She could feel something wet oozing onto her leg and she
didnÕt know if it was pre-cum, sperm, or perhaps a small amount of urine.
ÒNo!Ó Mark insisted.
ÒDonÕt pee on my leg, Mark,Ó Kelli said, her voice serious. In fact
though, although part of MarkÕs penis was pressed against KelliÕs leg, the
part where the pee hole was laid upon AmandaÕs thigh.
Looking at Mark this way, lying over their legs, both girls had a
close-up view of his ass. It had red splotches on it. The prints from
KelliÕs paddling were still quite visible. Both girls laughed anew at MarkÕs
well-slapped buns.
ÒNow, girls,Ó Patrick said. He looked at them. Despite their
pleasure, both girls were quite imprisoned. Their hands were under their
bottoms, trapped there by the weight of MarkÕs heavy body across their
legs. Of course, as Patrick expected, the girls did not understand how
trapped they were. Both of them were still giggling, wondering if Mark
might leave an embarrassingly premature emission on their naked thighs.
They were admiring his ass, they were staring in wonderment at the big,
heavy testicle sac lying just under MarkÕs bottom. ÒDo you not agree,Ó
Patrick said to the girls, hoping to get their attention. ÒDo you not agree
that you will both have to suffer someday for a man, bearing his child?Ó
Both girls looked at each other. They still had the giggles and they
both burst out laughing again.
ÒSo IÕm sure,Ó Patrick continued, not minding that the girls were
still laughing, ÒIÕm sure that as a small preparation for the suffering you
will have to endure then, when you bear children, for the man you love,
whoever he may be... IÕm sure you will not mind practising for that by
suffering a little now.Ó
Patrick rose. Both girls were startled at seeing Patrick get up.
They stopped laughing. Quickly Patrick crossed over to them. He leaned in
toward Amanda. He raised his hand. He looked at the older teen and said,
ÒForgive me.Ó
SLAP! Patrick slapped AmandaÕs face. Immediately a red mark
appeared on her right cheek. Then, just as quickly, now using the back of
his hand instead of his palm, Patrick slapped AmandaÕs left cheek, leaving
a red mark there. Then he moved to Kelli.
ÒForgive me,Ó Patrick said again, this time to Kelli. He did the same
to her as he had done to her aunt.
ÒYeeek!Ó Kelli cried. But she only managed to get the scream out
after Patrick had already given her a slap on each of her cheeks, for she
was quite startled at his action. Both girls, in fact, were stunned; not
only from being slapped but by the way Patrick, so gentle up until now, had
suddenly and quite firmly taken command of their bodies. He was like a
lion, suddenly loosed from its cage. He loomed over them and they stared
at him, their breasts wiggling, tears forming in their eyes. The girlsÕ
cheeks blushed. They blushed not only from PatrickÕs severity, but from
feeling humiliated. They were naked, trapped, and wet between their legs,
and now they were red-faced too, from the hardness of PatrickÕs hand.
Patrick smiled. It was a gloating smile, like an emperor might show
for his humbled subjects. ÒNow I have one other item for each of you
girls,Ó Patrick said. ÒAs I mentioned, you will not be wearing much in the
way of clothing at my Reservation. But I do expect you to wear the small
amount that I give you.Ó
Patrick had slipped into his other hand, when nobody was looking,
two pairs of nipple clamps. He now opened his large hand, the one he had
not slapped the girls with, and he showed the startled girls the devices.
They were quite small, and quite wicked-looking. Twin jaws, which, when
opened, had a devilish desire to close again, no matter what was in the
way. Patrick, his right hand still tingling from slapping the girls, plucked
a clamp from his left palm. He squeezed the back of it, forcing the jaws
apart. He slid it up over KelliÕs left nipple.
Kelli had never worn clamps. She looked in wonderment at the
device. Big tears were still rolling down her cheeks and one of them
trickled to her chin and fell onto her left bosom. It rolled down to her
nipple, just as Patrick released the clamp.
ÒYOOOOCH!Ó Kelli cried.
Patrick drew his hand away. Dangling under the clamp was a small
tassel. It jiggled as Kelli responded to the pain of being pinched. She
heaved her breasts. She gasped as she felt her left nipple squeezed
between the evil jaws of the clamp.
ÒNow I must do the other one, Kelli,Ó Patrick said. His voice was
quiet, almost like that of a doctor treating a patient.
ÒOhhh, DONÕT!Ó Kelli insisted. But she watched with avid eyes, and a
seemingly aroused stare, as Patrick slid the other clamp over her right
nipple. Then he let go of it. ÒYOOOOCH!Ó Kelli howled. Her breasts heaved
again. The clamp on her right nipple caused its tassel to dance, even as
the left nipple did.
Patrick moved to Amanda. She had tasted clamps before and she
knew they would hurt. Yet her nipples remained stiffly defiant, daring
Patrick to pinch them. Patrick accepted her dare.
ÒOh, GOD!Ó Amanda breathed, as she felt the first clamp bite into
her. It snagged her left nipple, and Patrick laughed that she would look
prettier with her ÒdecorationsÓ.
ÒI think girls are rather like Christmas trees,Ó Patrick said. ÒThey
are beautiful even when wearing nothing, yet with trimmings they look
even better!Ó He clamped AmandaÕs other nipple. The teen gasped again.
She looked at Patrick with woeful, hurt eyes. He loved her gaze; her
cheeks were slapped and there were tears rolling down them and now she
was holding herself in against the pain which was quite obviously
throbbing in her nipples. How beautifully victimized she looked! Like a
young mother, fresh from the delivery room.
Patrick stepped back, away from the girls.
ÒWell, Kelli,Ó Patrick said. ÒAs you can see, I am a man of my word.
I spared your bottom.Ó
ÒOOOCH! Get these things off me!Ó Kelli begged. She wiggled her
naked tits, hoping to toss off the clamps stuck to the ends of them. It was
no use; the little jaws bit tightly, and the motion of her breasts only
served to heighten the pain by causing the tossed-about clamps to tug
harder. ÒOOOH! OOOH!Ó Kelli cried in dismay.
ÒNow I am going to ask Mark to get up,Ó Patrick told the girls.
ÒHowever I do not want you two to remove your clamps. Mark and I are
both stronger than you. We can hold you both down very easily if we wish
to. In fact, not to put too fine a point on it, girls, but we men could rape
you both, right now, and quite at our leisure, if we wished to. As you
know, Mark is suffering from his hardness. I myself am about to put a hole
in my swim trunks. So it would be a great relief to us both to bend you
girls over and yank open your legs and stuff ourselves up you. Into your
cunts or, perhaps to amuse ourselves, into your little bottoms. It is your
beauty that is making us men both so hard. If we are to spare you, at least
for now, and to continue to suffer, then I think it is only fair that both you
girls should suffer a little too. As Mark and I suffer with our erections,
so you girls should suffer with clamps on your nipples. However, IÕll make
a deal with you. When you girls are ready to be fucked, just tell us. Then I
will remove your clamps. And just as you are able to be freed of the pain
of having pinched nipples, Mark and I will be freed of the pain of having
our erections, by stuffing ourselves into you and giving you both a proper
fucking.Ó
The girls were excited by PatrickÕs proposal. He could see it in their
eyes. Yet they were getting used to the clamps, and finding that the
throbbing in their tits was somewhat agreeable, for it allowed them to
experience a perverse kind of pleasure, without giving in to PatrickÕs
demand for sex. So, looking first at her niece, and seeing in her eyes a
desire not to surrender, Amanda looked defiantly at Patrick and said,
ÒYou have chosen wicked-looking clamps, sir, but I hold my pride in
higher regard than my nipples. IÕll keep the clamps and you can keep your
erection.Ó
ÒMe too!Ó Kelli said. Then she wiggled her breasts again, hoping to
toss off the clamps, but it was quite impossible. She sighed and looked at
her aunt.
ÒWe shall wear them with pride, Kelli,Ó Amanda told her little niece.
ÒAnd let the men suffer with their big penises and their sperm-filled
testicles.Ó
ÒOook! Hokay, auntie!Ó Kelli said.
ÒA bargain is a bargain, Kelli,Ó Patrick warned the girl. ÒDo not
attempt to remove the clamps without my permission or I swear you will
be bent over and fucked up that darling little ass of yours.Ó
ÒYes sir,Ó Kelli gasped. She seemed mesmerized by the Colonel as
she looked from her trapped nipples to his severe gaze. She shrank a little
in her seat, but Patrick guessed she would behave. Therefore he said to
Mark,
ÒGet up, young man! YouÕll lose yourself if you keep lying like that
over those girlsÕ pretty thighs.Ó
ÒUhn!!!Ó Mark gasped. He got up. The girls stared at his penis as he
rose off of them. It was as hard as ever. Except for a small pool of pre-
cum on AmandaÕs thigh, Mark was still containing his seed.
Mark went to his seat. The girls admired his buns as he walked.
Kelli winked at Amanda and smiled a big smile. Even now Mark still bore
the signs of her paddling.
ÒOooh,Ó Mark said, as he sat back down on the leather seat beside
Patrick. The leather had grown cold in the time he had spent over the
girlsÕ legs. Now he felt the chilliness of the leather upon his skin, upon
his bottom, and while it was a relief to have the coolness pressing against
his hot ass it was also surprising. He felt his balls fall heavily between
his legs and he wondered when, if ever, he would finally get to empty
himself. He hoped it would not be in a way that he would find
embarrassing.
ÒNow girls,Ó Patrick said. He spread his legs. He opened the drawer
underneath the seat he was sitting on. ÒI have here a makeup kit.Ó Patrick
took it out from under his seat and showed it to the girls. ÒIt contains
everything a young wife might need after her husband has felt the need to
discipline her. As you know, such needs often arise at awkward times.
Imagine being slapped by your husband just before company comes! You
would not want your company to see the red marks your husband has left
upon your face. So I wish for you to practise covering up such marks.
Share this makeup kit between you. Do what you can to powder your faces
and disguise the red marks my hand has left upon you. In this way you will
not only have experienced a bit of discipline, as well as a small taste of
the pain you will feel, lower down, when birthing children. You will also
learn the skills which an obedient wife sometimes needs, when her
husband feels compelled to discipline her.Ó
Patrick handed the kit to the girls. They opened it, their faces still
red, their nipples, well-clamped, causing them to wince.
ÒOhhh! ItÕs so pretty!Ó Amanda gasped. And indeed it was, for all of
the items in the makeup kit were made of ivory and gold.
ÒOoooh! I want this!Ó Kelli exclaimed, forgetting her nipples for a
moment, and her too-red cheeks. She grabbed a lipstick. It was contained
in a golden tube. She pulled off the top of the tube and found that the
lipstick inside was pale. She put it to her lips. She rubbed them. Then
she was about to replace it in the kit when Patrick said,
ÒKelli, do your nipples too.Ó
ÒHmmm?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒThe tips of your nipples,Ó Patrick said. ÒYour nipples are clamped
but the tip of each of your nipples is extruding nakedly beyond the jaws of
each clamp. I want you to paint those tips, small as they are. You will
look even prettier than you do.Ó
ÒÔKay,Ó Kelli said, in a soft voice. She put the pale lipstick to her
right nipple. Gently moved the lipstick up and down across the tip of her
teat. ÒOooh! Oooh! Oooh!Ó Kelli gasped suddenly. It was pleasurable, she
found, to touch herself there, particularly when her sensitive nipple was
so wickedly clamped.
ÒMmmm! I want to try that!Ó Amanda said. She took the lipstick
from Kelli. She touched it to her own nipple, the right nipple, and she felt
an immediate shock, as if of electricity, passing along her nipple and back
through her breast.
ÒAuntie! Give me my lipstick back!Ó Kelli insisted. She tore the
lipstick from her auntÕs hands and put it to her left nipple this time.
ÒOooh! Yes!Ó she cried.
ÒMmmm, IÕll powder your cheeks while you paint your nipples,Ó
Amanda told the young girl. She did, and Mark looked at Patrick and
smiled. It was gorgeous, how these two slapped, disciplined girls had so
quickly succumbed to the charms of the makeup kit.
ÒYou are quite deft at handling girls,Ó Mark said to the older man.
ÒYou will learn in time,Ó Patrick replied. ÒJust keep your, ah,
spirits up and IÕll show you quite a few things in the days ahead.Ó
ÒSure,Ó Mark agreed. And he looked at himself, and Patrick looked
too, and Mark wondered if the older man knew ways not only to manipulate
girls but to manipulate men. Perhaps he did, Mark confessed to himself.
And he blushed when he realized he might not resist such manipulation.
A few minutes later, with both girls preening in their seats,
arousing the men, and with Mark throbbing nakedly and visibly for all to
see, the limo came to a stop.
ÒAh. We are here,Ó Patrick said. There was a click, of locks
unlocking. The driver, in the front of the limo, had unlocked the doors.
Patrick looked at Mark. ÒWould you please open the door?Ó he said.
ÒAlright,Ó Mark answered. He swallowed. He would be getting out
into the moonlit night without any clothes. He was bare as a jaybird and
despite his pride in his erection he did not exactly relish exposing
himself. Nonetheless, despite his misgivings, he opened the door. He
expected people to be waiting, but there were none. There were just the
silent trees, standing tall like his erection. Mark stood and found that his
feet were standing in warm, dew wettened grass. He liked the feel of it
on the soles of his feet and between his toes. It reminded him of the girls.
He stepped away from the car. He flexed his arms, his chest. He stamped
his feet once in the grass and felt his balls bounce and his hard, erect
prick wobble. He was tense, yet relaxed. He felt great. Kelli emerged
wide-eyed from the limo. Mark gazed at the silvery moonlight on her
white breasts. How lovely she looked! Like Venus emerging from the sea,
at night, except it was not a black sea the girl was rising from, but a
black limo. And she wore nipple clamps, which Venus had never worn. The
tassels dangled and danced as Kelli stepped from the car. Amanda
followed. She was uncertain, yet excited, as was her niece. Her gorgeous
bosom reflected the moonlight and the clamps on her nipples jangled like
wicked treasures. Patrick came last, still wearing his swimsuit. It
looked like it had a banana stuffed into the front of it.
ÒThe air feels great on my dick,Ó Mark said to Patrick.
ÒA master does not undress in front of his slaves,Ó Patrick
answered.
ÒAre we really going to be whipped here?Ó Kelli asked suddenly,
looking around at the dark trees.
ÒNot for three days,Ó Patrick answered.
ÒPerhaps he can be dissuaded,Ó Amanda said quietly to her niece.
She patted the girlÕs head. Kelli wrinkled her nose and batted away her
auntÕs hands. Patrick smiled. His ploy had worked. By indulging the girls,
by sparing Kelli MarkÕs penis, he had eased their fears. But he would be
fearless on the fourth day.
ÒLetÕs go inside,Ó Patrick said. He reached for both girls bottoms.
He cupped them. They were warm and soft. Each girl emitted a soft
ÒOooh!Ó when she felt PatrickÕs hand but she did not pull away, except
reflexively. Each one let herself settle into him again when his palms,
following behind, caught them again on their asses.
As well they might have, for there was no place to go, as far as the
girls could see. There were just trees, and Mark looked quizzically at
Patrick as the man hustled the two girls forward, into the seemingly
endless forest. Mark followed, his dick wobbling, wishing for all the
world that he had something, (anything!) to wear.
They followed a small path between the trees. Curiously, the grass
under their feet felt trimmed, as if by a mower. Emerging on the far side
of a thick stand of trees they saw a house.
ÒOooh!Ó the girls gasped. The house looked big and luxurious. It sat
among the trees of the forest at the edge of a long, dark lawn. The blades
of grass on the lawn turned silver as the moon, emerging from behind
some clouds, cast its glow once more from the sky.
They walked under the stars, under the fullness of the moon, across
the dark wet lawn. In front of them stood the house, and they approached
it with reservations. Amanda felt aroused, but she was afraid for her
little niece. She wanted every consideration given to the girlÕs youth and
inexperience. She did not want to have her misused. As for herself, she
felt bold. She did not wish to be used badly but at the same time she did
not want to retain complete control over herself. She wished to
surrender, under the right circumstances, to the right man. Mark had
somewhat different feelings. He was not so much concerned with being
improperly used as in finding himself unusable. After all, his most
important asset was obvious, and after several spurts it would be much
less than it was now. He hoped to last through whatever pleasures
awaited him. He did not want to lose himself prematurely. Patrick was
not concerned with being mishandled, or with finding himself useless. His
skill was in his wrist, and in his ability to command. His worry was that
the girls would want too much, and not be given it, or want less than he
desired to give them, and feel abused.
And so the four, thinking their separate thoughts, reached the house.
There were steps leading up to the front door and they mounted them.
Patrick felt the girlsÕ naked bottoms wobbling in his palms as he guided
them up the steps. The clamps on their tits glittered in the moonlight, the
small tassels on them jangling alluringly. As for Mark, his big penis
wobbled with extra vigor as he mounted the steps, causing him to blush.
When the group reached the landing at the top of the steps Kelli broke
from PatrickÕs grasp.
ÒI want to ring the doorbell!Ó Kelli cried. She ran to it and pressed
it. Somewhere inside it perhaps rang, but Kelli did not hear it. So she
pressed it again. Still there was no sound. She pressed a third time.
Suddenly the front door flew open.
ÒWho in GodÕs name keeps ringing the bell?Ó a young woman asked.
She stuck her head out, followed by the rest of herself, and Mark found
himself instantly smitten.
She was gorgeous. Unlike Kelli and Amanda, who had blonde hair,
this girlÕs hair was dark. It was as dark as the trees surrounding the
house. A breeze caught it and it ruffled slightly. She looked at MarkÕs
nakedness and she asked, as her eyes fell on his penis, ÒDo you have to go
to the bathroom?Ó
ÒUh, no,Ó Mark answered.
ÒOh,Ó she said. She lifted a finger. She twirled it in her hair. ÒAh,
hello Patrick. I didnÕt see you,Ó she said. ÒHave you found some new
friends?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Patrick answered. He pressed his palm warmly against
AmandaÕs bare ass. ÒLetÕs go inside,Ó he said.
The girls were astonished at the interior of the home. Both of them,
particularly Amanda, who was older, and had a greater appreciation of
such things, let out gasps.
ÒMmmm! ItÕs so beautiful!Ó Amanda swooned.
ÒOoooh! ItÕs like a big doll house!Ó Kelli agreed. They gazed together
upon the sumptuous room. Everything was antique. Even the frame that
held the 19th century Goya painting on the wall was old, though well-
varnished.
ÒGosh, nice place,Ó Mark said. He looked at the ornate furniture and,
beyond it, a simmering hearth. The hearth was set into the far wall. Its
flames were almost dormant on this hot night but he could imagine them
in winter, roaring chaotically, burnishing the roomÕs contents with
crimson-colored gold. Nonetheless, no matter how frenzied the flames
became, Mark could see that the hearth would delimit them. Its bricks
were ancient. They had served for many years. Their faces were chipped
and worn, yet still grandly beautiful.
ÒYes, we try to keep everything natural here,Ó Patrick said. ÒThe
trees cool the house in summer and in winter we find ourselves around the
hearth, either in this room or another. We use as few modern things as
possible.Ó He let go of AmandaÕs bottom. He strode over to a long settee.
It was in the middle of the room. It had a back but, fashionably, only one
side. ItÕs lone side faced a claw table. Upon this small, circular table
with its claw-footed support was a vase of archaic roses. Patrick bent
and deferentially sniffed the roses. Meanwhile the woman who had
admitted the guests into the home closed the front door. Then, with a key,
she locked it.
ÒPlease, sit down,Ó Patrick told the girls. He gazed at them with
smiling eyes. He gestured toward the couch. It was beautifully
upholstered with a feather stitch pattern.
ÒOh! We couldnÕt!Ó Amanda cried. She stepped back a pace.
ÒNo! ItÕs too beautiful!Ó Kelli agreed.
Katrina, the woman who had let these new guests into the house,
smiled. She walked round in front of them. She gazed at them standing
awkwardly on the Persian carpet which covered the room from end to end.
They were quite a sight. Their hair was combed but still smelled of
chlorine. Their breasts were bare. Clamps hung from their tips, like
awkward decorations, both clamps sporting tassels that swung whenever
the girls moved. Their swim panties were wet in front. They were
dripping slightly. Katrina knew it was a long drive from Waterland, where
Patrick had said heÕd be going. Had these girls become so sexually excited
that theyÕd completely wet the front of their panties along the way? Her
eyes drifted from the almost naked girls to Mark. What had happened to
this young manÕs clothes? He looked like Adam, fresh from the Garden of
Eden. His penis was erect as a fencepost. It was dripping pre-cum onto
the carpet.
ÒYou must sit. I insist,Ó Patrick said to the guests. He drew two
roses from the vase. He handed one to Amanda and one to Kelli. Both girls
blushed. The redness in their cheeks was accentuated by the still-visible
marks PatrickÕs hand had left upon their faces.
ÒReally, we couldnÕt. ItÕs like a museum,Ó Mark said. Katrina walked
to the claw table. She took a rose from the vase. She handed it to Mark.
ÒYou must,Ó Katrina said. Mark looked into her eyes. They were
green, like a cat his mother had owned. They had long lashes. She stared
up at him and even though he was taller than her Mark felt a sudden urge to
comply. He turned and sat down on the couch, feeling his naked buttocks
press into the embroidered fabric.
ÒOuch,Ó Mark said.
ÒIs something wrong?Ó Katrina asked.
ÒMy... uh...Ó Mark stammered.
ÒI paddled his bottom!Ó Kelli crowed.
ÒMmmm,Ó Katrina said. She turned and looked at the young teen.
ÒWho put these on you?Ó Katrina asked. She touched the tassel hanging
from the girlÕs right nipple. It swung, back and forth, oscillating from her
touch like a pendulum. It tugged at KelliÕs nipple.
ÒOooh! DonÕt!Ó Kelli winced. Then she pointed at Patrick. ÒHe did!Ó
Kelli said.
ÒRather a sensitive place to hang such a thing, donÕt you think?Ó
Katrina asked the girl, touching the tassel again.
ÒOooh! Yes!Ó Kelli agreed.
ÒHere, let me remove them,Ó Katrina said. She heard Amanda, who
had worn clamps before, draw in her breath.
Katrina brushed back the dark hair that spilled down past her face.
Then she reached out and took hold of KelliÕs clamps. As the young teen
stared down at her naked breasts, Katrina plucked the devices off KelliÕs
nipples.
ÒOOOOOOH!Ó Kelli howled. KelliÕs blood had been restricted by the
clamps from entering her nipples. Now, however, as the clamps were
removed, it rushed back in, producing a painful sensation. Kelli clapped
her hands to her breasts. She danced a brief jig upon the carpet.
ÒYouÕre next,Ó Katrina said to Amanda. The blonde bit her lip. She
stared with frightened eyes down at her bosoms.
Squick! Squick! went the old-fashioned hinges as the clamps were
removed.
ÒYooOOCH!Ó Amanda gasped. She put her hands to her breasts. She
rubbed them and wiggled her bottom.
ÒYour panties, why are they pulled down in back?Ó Katrina asked
Amanda. She glanced round the girlÕs hips at her ass. It was white,
untouched.
ÒOhh. We were hot,Ó Amanda said. Her blush deepened.
ÒYou were hot or you just wished to show it off?Ó Katrina asked
knowingly.
ÒWe...Ó Amanda began. Her words became lost in her throat.
ÒWe were playing with ice,Ó Kelli said, not really answering the
question, but giving a clue on another matter Katrina had been considering.
ÒOh? Ice? Is that why the front of your panties are wet?Ó Katrina
asked.
ÒMostly,Ó Kelli said. Her blush, like her auntÕs grew more crimson.
ÒWere you slapped?Ó Katrina asked. She looked closely at KelliÕs
face.
ÒYes. By him,Ó Kelli said. She pointed at Patrick again.
ÒWell perhaps he thought it was necessary,Ó Katrina said. ÒHere, let
me kiss you.Ó She kissed KelliÕs right cheek. The girl flinched. She
dropped her rose. Katrina kissed KelliÕs other cheek and then bent down
and picked up KelliÕs rose. ÒIÕm responsible for your behavior while youÕre
here,Ó Katrina told Kelli. So I might have to slap you too, although I hope
not too often. Here,Ó she handed Kelli her rose. Then she said, ÒThe good
part about my being responsible for you is that you arenÕt responsible for
anything. You may simply do as you wish. IÕll take care of the rest,
including correcting any faults you may have.Ó
ÒOh. Thank you,Ó Kelli said, looking a little confused. Absently she
sniffed her rose. Katrina told her to sit.
ÒOh but itÕs too pretty!Ó Kelli said again of the couch.
ÒIt is indeed, but you are even prettier,Ó Katrina said. And then she
put her hands on KelliÕs shoulders and turned the girl. With a quick shove
she made her sit.
ÒOH!Ó Kelli cried, alarmed. She found herself sitting bare-bottomed
next to Mark. His rampant cock was beginning to drool sperm-colored
liquid onto the curved end of the couch. He handed her his rose. Kelli
found herself with two roses and did not know what to do with them. At
last she put her nose to them and sniffed them. ÒMmmm,Ó she said,
awkwardly.
Meanwhile Katrina, having attended to the younger teen, now turned
to the older. She smiled at Amanda but the girl saw the same catÕs stare
in her eyes that had unnerved Mark.
ÒHave you been slapped also?Ó she asked Amanda.
ÒYes,Ó Amanda gasped, for Katrina, although having asked the girl,
was not looking at her face. Instead she had slipped a finger down
AmandaÕs bare belly and into the front of her panties. She pulled them
open. She gazed at AmandaÕs blonde bush. ÒAnd down here. Have you
been... slapped?Ó Katrina asked Amanda.
ÒOh! No,Ó Amanda answered.
ÒWe have facilities here for such correction, if it should be
required,Ó Katrina said. Her eyes flicked up to AmandaÕs face, although
her finger remained in her panties. ÒOr if Patrick should wish it.Ó
ÒI-- I do not think I would wish it,Ó Amanda stuttered.
ÒMmmm. Your wishes will be obeyed completely, for three days,Ó
Katrina said to the blonde. ÒBut not on the fourth day.Ó Abruptly Katrina
let go of AmandaÕs panties. They snapped back against the girlÕs taut
belly, making her gasp. ÒCome. You must sit also,Ó Katrina told the girl.
ÒSo that we may make introductions, and explain the few rules of the
place. Do not mind about the upholstery. That is not your concern. Enjoy
itÕs softness. You will be offered less soft things later and you will have
no choice but to feel those.Ó
Meekly Amanda stepped past Katrina. Due to the formality of the
environment she reached for her dress, remembering, only after sheÕd
made the gesture, that she wore nothing but wet bikini panties. Blushing,
she sat down. Her bared bottom plopped upon the couch. The seat of her
panties were still pulled down and she felt the strange sensation of her
naked ass upon the embroidery of the settee. She rose, slightly, intending
to pull the rear of her panties up, but Katrina put a hand on her shoulder
and forced her back down.
ÒThere. Sit just like that,Ó Katrina said. ÒFeel the luxury of the
fabric.Ó
Amanda, her cheeks still flushing, ran her hands along the seat of
the settee, next to her thighs.
ÒHow... how old is it?Ó Amanda asked.
ÒThe settee itself is 200 years old, much older than you,Ó Katrina
said. ÒAnd I daresay, given the way Patrick maintains it, it will last
another 200 years. Much longer than you or I.Ó Katrina smiled. Amanda
bit her lip, realizing the implications of such a statement. She was like a
flower, blooming today, old tomorrow, dead the next. But the couch would
last and last, as it had already, as this very room had already.
ÒNow, as to your punishment,Ó Katrina said. Both girls looked up.
ÒYes, thatÕs right,Ó Katrina said. ÒIt is such a long, important word, isnÕt
it? There will be none for the first three days. Girls as lovely as
yourselves deserve a full course of beauty treatments before having to
face the whip. Not to improve you, for that is impossible, but to soften
the hesitation of your soul, to allow you to know that you are loved, no
matter what your master may do to you.Ó
ÒWho... who is our master?Ó Amanda asked. Her eyes darted from
Katrina to Patrick to Mark and then back to Katrina.
ÒI am, in a sense,Ó Katrina said, ÒSince IÕm responsible for your
behavior. But Patrick is too, since he will inflict the punishment for your
infractions. And Mark as well, I suppose, since he is your true lover.Ó
ÒI donÕt want my boyfriend whipping my aunt!Ó Kelli said.
ÒShhhh, little one,Ó Katrina told the girl. ÒYou are the youngest.
Children are to be seen and not heard... except perhaps when theyÕre
getting a spanking.Ó
Kelli, to MarkÕs surprise, grew silent. He expected her to protest at
being called a child, but she did not. Instead she looked at her roses. She
put them to her nipples.
ÒLook!Ó she said. She grinned at Katrina.
ÒYes, you are as lovely as a rose, and your nipples too,Ó Katrina said.
ÒThey still hurt, though,Ó Kelli said. She looked warily at the
clamps. Katrina had passed them to Patrick, who had placed them on the
claw table.
ÒOh! Here come Bobbi and Sue,Ó Katrina said, as footsteps were
heard on the wooden floor of the hallway beyond. Suddenly, two girls
burst into the room. They were giggling. One carried a silver tray with
chocolates on it and the other a tray, also of silver, with a matching
teapot and cups.
Mark nearly exploded with lust when he saw the girls. They were
both brunettes, with figures like pin-ups. They were AmandaÕs age. They
both wore baby doll nighties. The nighties hung from their shoulders
indifferently, covering but hardly concealing the luscious white cones of
their breasts. Into the front of their nighties, where the diaphanous
fabric met the tips of their tits, poked stiff nipples, threatening, it
seemed, to poke holes in the gowns. But the view further down was
equally enticing: the girls, while not wearing bras, did have panties on,
but the panties, visible through their gowns, were as sheer as the gowns
themselves. Mark noted that each girl had a brown bush of pubic hair.
Above this bush, slightly and teasingly covering it but not blocking the
view of it at all, floated the hem of each girlÕs baby doll.
Bare, beautiful legs scissored with efficient steps as the girls came
across the Persian carpet. Despite being dressed for bed, they did not
wear slippers or socks. Instead, their feet had been shod with open-toed
sandals. But at the back of each sandal, unlike the Greek ancestor on
which theyÕd been modelled, was a four inch heel.
Wiggling, giggling, the girls crossed over to the settee. Amanda and
Kelli blushed anew and felt out of place as they gazed at the beautifully
manicured and coiffed girls.
ÒHi! WeÕre the help!Ó one brunette said.
ÒYes! Your servants!Ó the other chimed. ÒWould you like some
chocolate?Ó
ÒOh... no,Ó Amanda said. Even Kelli looked abashed, though, when the
tray of chocolates was lowered to her eye level, her tongue did steal
across her lips.
ÒWe insist,Ó the first girl said.
ÒYes. Please! Indulge!Ó the second girl said.
And so introductions were made, the girls serving coffee and
chocolates, and Katrina giving their names.
ÒThis is Bobbi,Ó Katrina said of the brunette on the left, as she
poured coffee for everyone but herself and Sue. ÒAnd this is Sue,Ó Katrina
added, introducing the brunette who forced the guests to each take a
chocolate.
Kelli looked at her chocolate and could not resist it. She bit into it.
ÒMmmm! Raspberry filling!Ó Kelli announced.
ÒIs there... anything in these?Ó Amanda asked suspiciously.
ÒYou mean like a sedative?Ó Katrina laughed. ÒNo, no, dear. That
would be unnatural. Help yourself to as many as you please. We keep
everything quite simple here, right down to the touch of leather on flesh.Ó
Amanda tasted her chocolate.
ÒItÕs quite good,Ó she admitted. She accepted the silver cup Bobbi
gave her and sipped her coffee. ÒAh! It is delicious!Ó she confessed.
ÒOf course,Ó Katrina said. She smiled at the way Amanda was
sitting. The girl was all but naked but she had her legs primly closed, as
if she were sharing afternoon tea with spinsters. ÒYou must keep your
legs open,Ó Katrina said. ÒHenceforth it will be an infraction not to,
which will add to your punishment on the fourth day. Open up! Let the men
see the gusset of your bikini. ItÕs wet, but that doesnÕt matter. They will
penetrate it when it is even wetter.Ó
ÒOh, please do not keep mentioning--Ó Amanda said. But she did not
finish her sentence because the coffee was simply too delicious not to
take another sip. At the same time she opened her legs, as Amanda had
urged, and Kelli, seeing her do it, did likewise.
ÒYum! This coffee is weally good!Ó Kelli said. She drank the whole
cup.
ÒSince when did you start drinking coffee?Ó Amanda asked the girl.
ÒI like it, auntie!Ó Kelli replied. ÒSit and smile and drink awhile!Ó
she said, quoting a popular commercial.
ÒMmmm, this is just too good,Ó Amanda said. She found herself
downing her cup as fast as her niece had. Then she consumed the rest of
her chocolate.
ÒHave some more!Ó Sue said. She pressed another chocolate into
AmandaÕs hand.
ÒMe too!Ó Kelli said, and as she was still saying the words, Sue
treated her to a second piece also. Bobbi quickly refilled the girlsÕ cups.
ÒI guess IÕll take some more too,Ó Mark, who had finished his own
cup and chocolate, said.
ÒOf course, sir,Ó Bobbi and Sue smiled. They gave him more and then
they both stroked his thighs.
ÒHe is large, isnÕt he?Ó Bobbi giggled.
ÒYes!Ó Sue agreed, for both girls were gazing not at MarkÕs legs but
at what stuck up between them.
ÒThanks,Ó Mark said. ÒBut donÕt let me interfere with your duties,Ó
he added gallantly.
ÒOh, you are are duty, sir, as much as anything else,Ó Bobbi said.
ÒYes!Ó Sue agreed. ÒDo you need anything?Ó
MarkÕs eyes widened. He glanced at Patrick, then at Katrina.
ÒGo ahead, if you wish to,Ó Katrina told Mark.
Abruptly Bobbi turned around. Mark saw that the back of her baby
doll closed at only one point, where the strap of her bra would have
closed, in back, if she had a bra. The nightie hung from this point down in
two separate halves. Sue opened the halves and showed Mark BobbiÕs bare
back, and her pantied bottom. It was a full-seated bottom, like the swim
panties Kelli and Amanda wore. But it was opaque, unlike theirs. Mark
could see BobbiÕs bottom crack. A moment later Sue pulled the seat of the
panties down and Mark found himself staring at BobbiÕs bare rump. It was
lovely, milk-white with perfect twin cheeks that looked like soft buns
placed atop her tanned, cinnamon legs.
Bobbi looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes met MarkÕs. ÒI used to
introduce myself to men by carrying a briefcase and shaking their hand,Ó
Bobbi giggled.
ÒYou... have found an even more effective way to get a manÕs
attention,Ó Mark said, for the girl was quite beautiful, even if one did not
have a view of her perfect bottom. He glanced again at Patrick. His penis
was frankly paining him but an indelicate question rose in his mind,
something heÕd never tried, that Amanda had refused him, and he couldnÕt
resist asking it. ÒHave you ever had an enema?Ó he said.
BobbiÕs face clouded. ÒA what?Ó she asked.
Patrick cleared his throat. He was sipping his coffee, looking quite
regal despite his swimsuit, and he said,
ÒAn enema, Bobbi! The young man wants to know if youÕve ever had a
plastic tube forced up your rectum and water pumped into it.Ó
ÒNoooo,Ó Bobbi said, suddenly quite nervous.
ÒThere is often cramping after one has been filled, and is trying to
empty oneself, so it is a bit of a challenge,Ó Patrick said. ÒIs that what
you wish to do to her, Mark?Ó Patrick asked the young man.
ÒThe thought just sort of popped into my head,Ó Mark replied.
ÒLet us have a demonstration of it, then, so that we all might profit
from it,Ó Patrick said. His cock grew visibly in his swim trunks. MarkÕs
throbbed mightily.
ÒYes! LetÕs!Ó Katrina agreed. And so she and Sue got a pole from
another room, and set it up in front of the settee, as Bobbi, kneeling
bashfully on the rug, waited on her hands and knees with her panties still
pulled down in back.
The colonic irrigation proceeded. Kelli and Amanda, despite their
frightened eyes, and their open concern for Bobbi, continued to sip at their
coffee and munch on chocolates. They could hardly do otherwise, for the
coffee was nearly addicting, it was so good, as were the chocolates. Sue
kept their cups filled. She pressed a new chocolate into their hands as
soon as theyÕd eaten the previous one. The food and drink served as a way
for the girls to displace the nervousness they felt at watching another of
their kind take an enema.
Mark lubricated and inserted the tube. Katrina helped hold down
Bobbi. Patrick drank coffee and checked the enema bag and started the
flow when Mark said the tube was in place.
ÒOHHHH!Ó Bobbi cried, as she felt the first gush of fluid enter her
bowels. She wiggled her hips. She tried to dislodge the tube by waggling
her ass but Mark slapped it and told her to hold still.
The level in the enema bag slowly went down. Bobbi knelt more
deeply into the carpet and begged for the flow to be stopped. Mark
chuckled.
ÒYou can take more than that, my dear,Ó he said.
ÒOh please!Ó Bobbi said. But the flow continued. Bobbi shook her
hips again and Mark slapped her once more. Katrina scolded the girl.
Finally Bobbi wailed that she could take no more and Patrick, reluctantly
choosing to spare the girl, turned off the flow. She had taken one liter out
of two.
ÒOhhhh! I must get up now!Ó Bobbi begged.
ÒWhy? You have just been filled,Ó Patrick said. ÒEnjoy it.Ó
ÒBut I have to--Ó Bobbi gasped.
ÒYes?Ó Patrick asked.
ÒSay what you mean, dear,Ó Katrina said.
ÒI have to relieve myself!Ó Bobbi said. Amanda and Kelli stared.
ÒSheÕs hoiting!Ó Kelli said sympathetically.
ÒShe is a servant girl and will do as I intend,Ó Patrick said to Kelli
in a stern voice.
ÒYes? To relieve yourself?Ó Katrina asked. ÒIn what way?Ó Her
eyes danced merrily.
ÒI have to....Ó BobbiÕs voice failed her.
ÒYes?Ó Katrina asked, and gave a low chuckle. ÒShe is such a polite
young lady, isnÕt she?Ó
ÒI have to shit!Ó Bobbi wailed.
ÒOh, but you have a tube in you dear,Ó Katrina laughed.
ÒOOOOH! Take it out! Please!Ó Bobbi gasped. She gave her hips
another shake and this time Mark did not slap her. Instead he said,
ÒIt will come out when you behave.Ó
ÒVery good, Mark,Ó Patrick complimented the young man. He looked
at the penis between his legs. It was still ramrod hard. He admired
MarkÕs ability to hold himself back despite his obvious need. It was a
lesson Bobbi could learn.
ÒDo it slowly,Ó Katrina said to Mark. She indicated the tube. ÒLet
her feel it coming out. To tease her with the desire to let out whatÕs left
behind.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Mark agreed. He took hold of the tube inserted in BobbiÕs
behind. Gradually he began to pull it back. Then, with an impish grin, he
stuck it up her again.
ÒOooooh! DonÕt do that!Ó Bobbi shouted. Mark laughed. Patrick and
Katrina and Sue laughed. Only Amanda and Kelli, sitting in shock, holding
their chocolates and their coffee cups, did not laugh. But each of them,
without even realizing it, spread their legs wider.
Mark drew the tube down again. It slid out of BobbiÕs behind, wet
and slimy-looking. Katrina ran and fetched an ivory bowl. It must have
been a century old, Mark guessed, for items of ivory carving that large
were unavailable now. Katrina put the bowl down on the rug. She shoved
it between BobbiÕs legs. Mark finished removing the enema tube and
dropped the end of it in a coil into the bowl. Katrina picked up the bowl.
Sue picked up the pole to which the enema bag was attached.
ÒLetÕs go,Ó Katrina said to Sue.
ÒWait!Ó Bobbi cried. She was still kneeling and now she looked over
her shoulder at the bowl. ÒWhat about me?!Ó
ÒThe bowl is for the tube, dear. You must take care of yourself,Ó
Katrina told Bobbi. ÒDonÕt soil the rug. ThereÕs a whip waiting for you,
quite a harsh one, if you do.Ó
ÒOooooOOOOHHH!Ó Bobbi yelled. Without asking permission, she leapt
to her feet. At the same time she awkwardly clapped both her hands to
her bottom. Frantically she pressed the naked cheeks together. She began
running, hindered somewhat by the fact that her panties still ringed the
tops of her thighs.
Amanda and Kelli watched Bobbi run from the room. They gulped
their coffee. Kelli, holding a half-eaten piece of chocolate, took it from
her mouth and, without even thinking, rubbed her pussy with it. It left a
brown mark on the front of her panties.
ÒThatÕs a good girl. Nothing like a potty-trained squaw,Ó Patrick
said. He listened with the others as Bobbi, still in her high heels, went
running down the wooden floor of the hall.
ÒAnd now, girls, I think itÕs time for bed,Ó Katrina, holding the bowl
with the enema tube curled in it, said. ÒIÕll be back in a minute,Ó she
added. Then she and Sue walked from the room, taking out the equipment,
leaving the room looking as museum-perfect as ever, as if nothing so rude
as a bowel-cleansing had ever been conducted in it.
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