ÒOh, here are the new girls,Ó Miriam said. She gazed at myself and
Tabitha. ÒThey are both broken in?Ó Miriam asked.
ÒOne to the whip, the other to the penis,Ó Eveline answered.
ÒThey are both quite young, quite delicate,Ó Miriam said to Eveline.
ÒI trust you know what youÕre doing.Ó
ÒI do,Ó Eveline said with aplomb. ÒI started this way myself,
remember?Ó
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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter Seven
Max added a final sheen of vaseline to the huge cock intended for my
little hole. He grinned down at me, an executioner regarding his victim
with barely-suppressed glee. ÒYouÕre going to feel this right up to your
bellybutton,Ó he assured me, making my heart pound ever faster. ÒTry not
to move once itÕs in you. ItÕs going to be something your bodyÕs never had
to deal with before. DonÕt hurt yourself trying to fight it. You wonÕt be
able to have it out until I say so.Ó He bent down then, waving the
bulletheaded monster once before my eyes to truly frighten me, and he
grabbed my asscheeks and pulled them apart with brutal disregard for my
body or its limits. I felt the flanged tip of the beast hard against my anus.
I jerked in my bonds. He laughed. I arched up to try to escape. It was my
undoing. The movement shafted the mighty thing right into me, his hand
pressing hard. I shrieked. He worked it deeper.
No, no, no, I breathed and coughed over my gag. But it was a penis
gag in my mouth, mocking me, filling me, so that I could not speak. In my
behind I felt the dildo pressed harder and harder, opening me despite my
will, ramming ever more vigorously into my ass. In truth I think he might
have taken many minutes, urging it slowly, but it all seemed to coalesce
in my mind, one long moment of unending agony as he made me take
something bigger and bolder in my bottom than IÕd ever even dreamed of in
my wildest, most nightmarish fantasies. And there were bigger still to
come, I knew. This was just the first, the ÔeasyÕ one, in the mind of those
who would have me prepared for a roomful of lusty army boys. Jill
watched with ever more fearful eyes. I did not wish to look at her, did
finally, staring at her as I felt myself impaled in back. Up my gut he
pushed his wicked thing, his own cock still standing by, readier than ever,
waiting its turn. At last I felt myself split utterly wide, all the way up
me. I think he might have stopped short, so as not to hurt me, but I only
found that out later, as we ate breakfast together the next morning. The
ring that had first broached the cheeks of my fanny was now tightened
around the fake cock so that I could not expel it. (I could not, in any event,
it was so imposing, but I might have worked it back a little, in time,
through involuntary movements of my muscles.) To assure that it would
stay right up me, far as it could go, the cock was clamped with the ring.
It fit around one of many little grooves in the cock, each subtle groove
being there just for the purpose, so that a girl like myself could be
penetrated to any depth and then firmly kept there.
Jill was fitted with a belt of her own. She tried to lie still, but I
could see her wrists twisting in their bonds and her mouth sucking hard on
her penis-gag, to try to release some of her tension and fright.
Injudiciously I moved my bottom just a little and a sharp cry of alarm was
forced involuntarily from my throat. My whole body was captive to that
awful thing up my ass! I could not move at all, except perhaps my head,
without that horrible penetrating thing threatening to tear my guts out! I
lay panting over the sofa. Oh, let me up now please, IÕve had my
punishment, done my duty. Jill was buggered slowly by Max, who ignored
me for the time being. I felt I might black out. How could I have gotten
myself into such a predicament? I prayed there wasnÕt an earthquake. My
poor little body wouldnÕt survive it.
When we were both fully fitted, Max sat down between us. He
stroked his cock a little. I think it was to assuage the terrible longing he
felt there, in his privates. Then he began comforting us. For hours he
patted and stroked and kissed us, like a young boy with his first love.
Never have I felt so cherished, even as I endured the agony of having the
monster cock up my butt. He weighed each of my breasts in his hands,
cupping them, squeezing them gently again and again, milking them, it
seemed, as I lay panting and crying from my torture. He ran his calloused
fingers along my satiny inner thighs, tickling my clitoris like it were my
belly-button, and I a laughing little girl. ÔDonÕt make me cum,Õ I begged,
for the thrashing of orgasm would have torn up my insides. He brought me
close, desisted, taunted me more. I moaned and prayed to be left alone,
yet when he turned to Jill I wanted him back.
Never have I had such male attention. He licked my bottom with his
tongue, testing the fit of the cock in my anus with his tonguetip. Jill too
received the same treatment. He massaged my split-open cheeks, applied
cream to my whip marks. I hardly felt them now, the dick up my fanny
was so all-encompassing. If only I could be back home, or at school,
sitting primly at my desk before the teacher, thinking of numbers, the
alphabet, cursive writing, nouns and pronouns and beginning algebra! Yet,
somehow, calculating numbers in my head, I think I might wind up
measuring the jock strap size of the boy sitting behind me, who pulled on
my ponytails. Oh, what we girls get ourselves into when we stop being
ourselves and start noticing boys! Let me be little always, ensconced in
my room with my mommie at the door, watching me do my homework,
teddy beside me, nude in his fur but without any sporting appendages,
carefully neutered.
Our gags were removed. ÒHow are you doing, girls?Ó Max asked us in
a mocking tone. We both gasped out our breaths, moaned a little, could say
nothing. It was too horrible. He fed us cookies and milk then, fetching the
milk from somewhere, as if to tease us about our lost innocence. I had to
lap up my milk from the cup he held to my chin. He would not let me drink
it. I could not have, anyway. Little lapping sips were all I could manage in
my distended state.
ÒI must destroy whatever conception might have taken place in your
wombs at the wedding,Ó Max told us after feeding us our cookies. He made
us stick out our tongues and placed on each one a pill. RU-486. WeÕd had
too many men at the wedding. Not by choice, of course, but to satisfy the
fantasies of Sam and Emily and the others there. I swallowed my pill. Jill
swallowed hers. Next Max made us each swallow a birth control pill. We
were being put back on the pill, he said, for our stay here was for pleasure
and training only, not for the purpose of bearing young. When IÕd
swallowed my pill Max fed me his penis. I wanted the gag back. It was
small compared to his member. He urged himself into me. I fought it a
little, but was too weak from being over the couch to resist sufficiently.
He urged himself in deep, then back and forth. I could see he wanted
desperately to cum. At last he withdrew. Jill, her face stained with
tears, lifted her eyes and regarded him.
ÒMax,Ó she said. ÒI know Sam is watching, and you must please
Mistress.Ó Jill let out a short cry. SheÕd moved her fanny a little, or
perhaps her tummy, and felt anew the hugeness of the cock up her ass. She
recovered, and continued. ÒDonÕt torture yourself so, Max,Ó she urged him.
ÒLet yourself cum. We wonÕt tell. Perhaps Sam is not watching now, or if
he is, shoot and then pull out before youÕve lost your size. He wonÕt know,
if you do it just so. Let me help you.Ó She parted her lips, opened her
mouth. She let her tongue loll on the lower lip of her mouth. Lightly,
though it caused her to scream out briefly again, she shook her head,
tossing the blonde strands of her hair away from her eyes.
Max went to her then, like a supplicant boy approaching the altar of
his lust. He bent his knees and introduced his cock into her mouth. She
cried out and tossed her head again to let her long blonde locks fall
concealingly over her face. Sam would not see, would not know, what
happened next. Max thrust himself into her, letting his organ feel the
sensuousness of her lips and tongue upon him. In his face I could see he
was urging himself to pee his cum into her, to rid himself of his awful
load that so swelled his balls and thickened his cock. Looking through the
camera, they would not see him quite so intimately as I did. They would
not catch the subtle change in his features. With glad-hearted strokes he
pounded JillÕs mouth, enjoying her, letting her lead him sometimes, he
leading at other moments. Actually it did not last too long. He had waited
for hours for this chance, and he prayed to himself to let go, let go, let
go... It was hard after so many hours of manfully holding back.
And then it happened. You would have to have been as close as I was
to realize it. With guilty pleasure he flexed his bottomcheeks and jetted
his essence into Jill. With the skill of a married woman she took him all,
losing just a little. It dribbled down her chin and I wished I could run and
lick it off, to save them both from the wrath of Mistress Lalique. Was she
taping all this? Would she replay it later and discover it then, watching
us in slow motion? I hoped not. As soon as he was done Max withdrew,
his cock not yet deflated. Quickly he wiped his sperm off JillÕs chin with
her own lovely blonde hair.
There were not any pants for Max to put on, so he went to the wall
and took down a leather belt. He put it on. Then he took a chain, clipped it
to the front of his belt, and wound its length down around his softening
penis. He drew the chain beneath himself, over his balls, splitting the
nuts apart, and then passed it up through his buttcrack. He attached it to
the back of his belt. Turning around to face us, it looked for all the world
as if heÕd bound up his huge schlong to avoid the temptation of fucking us.
He grinned. It was our little secret. He let us up then, removing the huge
cocks first, then taking off our belts, finally unpinning our legs and arms.
He had to lift me bodily from my couch. Jill tried to get up, collapsed.
Gently Max stood her up and helped her get her feet planted firmly on the
floor.
I looked at Jill. She looked at me. We were still hot with our need.
Suddenly I flopped back down onto the sofa, so recently the scene of my
torment, and threw open my legs just as wide as theyÕd been before. This
time, though, I made sure I got my hands beneath myself. I turned my face
so that my cheek rested comfily on the sofa seat. With my bottom over
the pillows, my hips resting atop them, my belly churning, I touched my
fingers to my clit.
Jill smiled. Unsteadily she bent forward, Max holding her, and she
kissed my face. Then she kissed each of my bottomcheeks. She raised her
hand. I began to frig myself. ÒNaughty!Ó she gasped, her voice hoarse from
her screaming, and she slapped my fanny as hard as she could with her
hand.
When my spanking was over, and my need released, she took my
place. I gave her as good as IÕd gotten. She let out shouts of joy, mingled
with pain, as she masturbated her clit to fulfillment. Max led us upstairs
then, holding us, helping us walk, and put cream on our bottoms for us and
then tucked us in bed. We slept all day, knowing we must start all over
again the next morning.
That night we went skinny dipping in the pool. Max did not fuck us,
we simply played together, for he knew he must be hard as steel the next
morning for the cameras in the basement. It was special, the three of us
running and splashing in the moonlight. I felt like a fishtailed mermaid,
and wished for a tail, to keep me from ever being fucked in my bottom
again. But it was not to be and, at last, we retreated to bed, where we lay
awake, watching the moon pass by us in the window, leaving only the stars
at last to twinkle in on us. We spent the long night touching each other,
like children in a sleeping bag. It was sensuous, just touching. As the
dawn loomed we fell asleep for a little while, resting for the torments of
the day ahead.
THE LAW OF PROPERTY
The fee simple subject to a condition subsequent/
The fee simple on condition subsequent
vs.
The fee simple conditional
Recently IÕve been having problems with a spammer. So I found out
where he lives and went over to his house. Now, you might think I took a
gun with me and shot him. No, no. Holy joe has a much more insidious way
of dealing with his enemies. I enrolled him in law school.
As I approached the (ex) spammerÕs door I could hear him inside:
ÒStudy! Study! Study!Ó he was babbling in a rather high-pitched voice.
(sorta like a guy whoÕs lost his balls.)
ÒDing dong!Ó I rang his doorbell.
ÒWhat?! No time for visitors!Ó I heard him announce. But then he
opened the door anyway.
LANGUAGE IN A DEED OF TITLE TO LAND
ÒGreetings!Ó I said. ÒLetÕs say I convey land to you. You know, give
it to you, or sell it to you, or leave it to you in my will when I die. And I
write in the deed to the land that I give you, ÔO to A, but if A ever builds a
whorehouse on the premises, then O may re-enter the property and retake
possession of it.Õ O being me, and A being you.Ó I pointed to him. ÒThatÕs
a fee simple conditional, that IÕve given you, isnÕt it?Ó I asked.
ÒEgad!Ó he replied. ÒThatÕs not even a fee simple!Ó He ushered me
into his home to correct my error. ÒFirst of all, what youÕve actually
created in your conveyance is a life estate.Ó
THE FEE SIMPLE: ÔAND HIS HEIRSÕ
ÒWhy is that?Ó I asked.
ÒBecause, to create a fee simple, the following words must be used
in the will, the sale, or the inter vivos (giving away) of property: Ôto A
and his heirs.ÕÓ
ÒTo A and his heirs,Ó I repeated. ÒWhoÕs A?Ó
ÒA is anybody,Ó he answered. ÒMr. Jones, Miss Smith, or Gerald of
Gayland.Ó
ÒOh,Ó I said. ÒSo unless I include that magical phrase, Ôto A and his
heirs (A being whoever IÕm giving the property to),Õ my conveyance of my
land to that person is not a fee simple, but merely a life estate?Ó
ÒThatÕs right,Ó Sam Spammer replied. ÒAnd as you know, ÔAÕ will
only get to keep his life estate for as long as he lives. When ÔAÕ dies, the
property goes back to you!Ó
ÒThat sounds good,Ó I answered. (I like being an Indian Giver.)
ÒSo letÕs revise your deed of title (to land) that you started this
conversation with,Ó Sam Spammer continued. ÒÔO to A AND HIS HEIRS, but
if A ever builds a whorehouse on the premises, then O may re-enter the
property and retake possession of it.Õ
ÒAnd letÕs make one more little revision, to get the language exactly
right: ÔO to A and his heirs, but if A ever builds a whorehouse on the
premises, then O OR HIS HEIRS (OÕs heirs) may re-enter the property and
retake possession of it.Õ
ÒThat, my dear boy, is a fee simple on condition subsequent,Ó Sam
said. ÒAnd a fee simple on condition subsequent may also be called: a fee
simple subject to a condition subsequent. TheyÕre both the same thing.Ó
ÒWhat does that mean,Ó I asked, ÒÔa fee simple subject to a condition
subsequentÕ?Ó
ÒIt means that the property youÕre giving away is subject to a
condition!Ó Sam Spammer explained. He seemed somewhat exasperated by
my question. After all, he was enrolled in law school now, and I was
burning up his valuable study time.
THE FEE SIMPLE *SUBJECT TO* A CONDITION SUBSEQUENT
ÒLook at it this way,Ó Sam continued. ÒLetÕs say youÕre a feminist.
And you want to give your property to charity. To the WomenÕs Rights
Association, for instance. But, youÕre worried. What if, someday in the
future, a Liberaltarian takes over the WomenÕs Rights Association? She
(the Liberaltarian) would obviously feel that women have a right to be
prostitutes. And so she might build a whorehouse on the property!Ó
ÒSounds good to me,Ó I said.
ÒYes, but not to the feminist who donated the property!Ó Sam
exclaimed. ÒOf course, by the time this happens, the feminist has long
since died. So, to protect herself when she gives the property to the
WomenÕs Rights Association, she inserts a clause in the deed. It reads: ÒO
(Feminist) to A (The WomenÕs Rights Association) and his heirs, but if A
(The WomenÕs Rights Association) ever builds a whorehouse on the
premises, then O or his heirs may re-enter the property and retake
possession of it.Ó
ÒSo if O is dead, OÕs heirs may re-enter the property and take it
back, when the condition is broken?Ó I asked.
ÒYes,Ó Sam replied. ÒWhen Feminist donated the property (or sold it,
or left it in her will), she gave it away with a condition in it. Hence, her
heir, Fanny Feminist (jr.), may re-enter the property and take it back! If,
and when, the condition is broken.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I said, ÒLet me see if I can get this straight. Fanny Feminist
wants to give her property to the WomenÕs Rights Association. But sheÕs
worried the Association may someday use her property in a way she
wouldnÕt approve of. So she gives the property away with that little
condition in it that allows her heirs to re-enter the property and take it
back if itÕs ever used for a whorehouse.Ó
ÒExactly,Ó Sam said. ÒAnd what is that called?Ó
ÒItÕs called a fee simple on condition subsequent,Ó I said. ÒWhich is
also known as a fee simple subject to a condition subsequent. The
condition being, of course, the right of her heir (Fanny Feminist jr.) to re-
enter and re-take the property if itÕs ever used for a whorehouse.Ó
ÒAnd how is the deed worded so that O (or OÕs heirs), may re-enter
and re-take the property?Ó Sam asked.
ÒO to A and his heirs, but if A ever builds a whorehouse on the
premises, then O or his heirs may re-enter the property and retake
possession of it,Ó I said.
ÒAnd what ISNÕT it called?Ó Sam asked me.
ÒIt isnÕt called a fee simple conditional,Ó I replied.
(continued next issue)
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