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Issue No. 76
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Desire Isle
Chapter Fourteen
"It is better to give than to receive," the woman said, and Melanie's
fingers froze upon the sofa straps as she heard a swish behind her in the
air.
"Auchgh!" Melanie cried, rearing up. Before she knew it she had
dropped her bit and was standing behind the settee, legs still in their
enforced spread, hands on her bottom. Melanie rubbed the flaming
hemispheres. She tottered on her widely spread heels as she fought to
maintain her balance. Manly hands came to her shoulders, steadied her.
Melanie looked about and bit her lower lip. A flush of
embarrassment came over her face. She looked into the visage of Rob.
From him she looked at the others, assembled about her, looks of
disapproval on her face. "I-I'm sorry!" Melanie stammered. She felt
mortified! She had expected her little stepsister to jump up! But her?
Surely she could not really be standing, too immature to hold on to the
sofa straps. She had even dropped her bit!
"Bend down again," Rob urged. With a sad bowing of her head Melanie
let Rob put her back over the sofa's rear. Gently he adjusted the pillow
under her tummy once more. As Melanie's face came back down to the seat
cushions Cheryl was there, bit in hand.
"You must bite down hard, like this," Cheryl demonstrated. Melanie
lifted her chin and watched as Cheryl took Melanie's bit, coated with
Melanie's saliva, and placed it within her mouth. Cheryl clamped down on
the bit, seemed to say "See?" over her lips. Then she removed it from her
mouth and offered it to Melanie. Reluctantly Melanie accepted the bit once
more.
A woman floated to the front of the settee, where the girls' heads
were, and drew forth fur-lined handcuffs. She cuffed Melanie's wrist to
Sherry's.
"Let me do the little one next," a female voice said. Kimberly felt
affronted at this description, and hoped the "little" only applied to her age.
In size, she was sure, she was almost as big as the other girls!
"No," another interrupted. "The little one must be taught patience.
Let her be done last."
"That means the mother of two next," the first voice said.
"Yes."
"Such a trim bottom for a mother, yet fully mature, not bony at the
hips like the little one."
"It's that 'boniness' that makes her bottom so pert!" A male voice
said. "I like it." Kimberly heard the man and knew he was talking of her.
She felt a sense of pride.
"You, dear, should have been locked up years ago for your aesthetic
tastes regarding the female species, and I'm sure if you didn't have such a
wonderful lawyer you would have been," a woman's voice said.
"Get on with it," the man replied. "Are you going to whack her or
not?"
"Mmm, we females get first crack, and you males are sooo impatient
for us to hurry so you can have your turns aren't you?" the woman said.
"Well, Mr. Molester, I want you to give this fine mother's bottom over here
a little lick." Melanie felt movement beyond her, past her, as if the woman
was urging the man toward Veronica. And she was. "That's it, bend over
and eat her pussy. Perhaps its your first taste of it, hmmm? Of woman's
pussy, I mean. You should be made to eat it until you prefer it to nothing
else."
Veronica felt the roughness of a man's face touch upon her heinie,
then a very tentative lick along her labia. The man's clothes rustled as he
stood back up.
"Hmm? Well?" the woman asked.
"Aged to perfection," the man said.
"Oh! All you men are nothing but perverts!" the woman exclaimed. "I
want each one of you to come here and lick this woman's pussy. Right now!
Do it!" The men must not, in fact, have been as depraved as the woman
alleged, for they pressed in upon Veronica and jostled one another for a
taste. Soon the woman was having to use a riding crop to beat them off.
"One lick! That's all! You've had your turn!" the woman cried,
somewhat pleased at the virility of the men's response all the same.
Finally the men, so that none would get more than the other, all agreed to
desist.
Veronica was swooning. Such pleasure! She had never entertained a
whole roomful of male tongues up her pussy before! She was still
shivering with delight as she heard the woman lift her aforementioned
riding crop high in the air with an ominous swish. Veronica had just time
enough to tense before the crop came blazing down.
"Mmmmf!" Veronica lurched upward, caught herself, her fingers
straining at the loops of leather in the seat of the settee. WHACK! Again
the crop came, as if Veronica had disappointed the woman by not standing
up as Melanie had. Again, just barely, Veronica managed to hold on.
"She's well trained, this one," the woman torturer said of Veronica.
There was a note of dismay in her voice. Veronica clenched her teeth hard
against the bit. If the woman had only known how close she had come to
breaking... Now that Veronica had proven herself Melanie's other wrist
was handcuffed with a second set of cuffs to her. Melanie gulped. Now
she could only rise up if one or the other girl chose to. Otherwise, she
was as immobile as a prisoner in the Tower of London.
"And now for little Kimberly," a woman, different from the other,
said.
"Isn't this past your bed time?" Kimberly's female torturer asked her
mockingly. Kimberly did her best to suppress a fierce blush of anger.
"Well, I'm told you're quite naughty," the woman continued. Kimberly felt
the warning tap of a birch rod upon her bottom. "The funny thing about
naughtiness, though, is that a good beating drives it right out," the woman
went on. "I've heard so much talk lately of costly psychologists, expensive
books and tapes and such, but really all one needs for a bad girl is a stick.
It's best if it comes from a birch tree, of course. But really any will do.
Lift your bottom high, girl, and I shall demonstrate to our friends here.
Even they will notice a change in you when I'm done."
If any of the four initiates could have lifted her bottom any higher,
it was not Kimberly. Being the smallest of the four, she could barely
reach the straps she was required to hold on to, while still keeping her
feet on the floor at the other end. Indeed, her spiked heels did not quite
touch the floor, although her toes did. Her youthful bottom jutted up
mercilessly, seemingly like a bubble on the brink of bursting.
The woman rubbed the scratchy birch rod over Kimberly's bottom.
Unlike her stepsister's hiney, hers had been permitted to remain dry.
Kimberly squirmed. The little buds on the birch tickled with an
invidiousness that belied their true purpose. This was silly! If her bottom
didn't itch, why should it be scratched? She was beginning not to like the
ways of adults. Kimberly looked over at Candy. If only she could be like
her! She had borne her stroke with utmost stoicism. It was funny, girls
were taught to be emotional, to react impulsively to every little thing in
their lives. Yet now they must not. Just the opposite was required. They
must suppress their feelings and bear their strokes with dignity.
A whistling at Kimberly's bottom indicated the inevitable. WHICK!
With implacable efficiency the pencil-thin birch rod bit mightily into
Kimberly's bottom. Its buds sought out targets all across her flesh,
snooping into even her most intimate places.
Kimberly leapt up. Her hands flew to her bottom and she began
rubbing it furiously. And then, like a newborn babe, a torrent of tears
erupted from her. She knew she could not withstand the blows of the
birch without flinching, like the older girls had. Not now, not ten strokes
from now.
"Let her go! She's too young!" Melanie cried, trying to rise herself
but unable to.
Kimberly wanted very much to agree with her sister, and even felt
herself nodding her head in agreement. Yet she wanted so much to grow
up! She felt as abysmal as a 5-year-old who wakes up to find a wet bed.
Fred came to her then, stroking her, caressing her. His fly must have been
unbuttoned, for she felt a strong, knobby presence press its way
insistently between her bottom cheeks. Kimberly felt a wave of self-
assurance. She couldn't be too little, if she was able to affect a man's rod
like that. Fred seemed to try to pull his hips back, as if embarrassed that
he had let himself drive into her like that. But Kimberly arched her back
and pushed out her bottom as far as it would go, recapturing him. This
time Fred did not retreat.
"Will you go on?" Fred asked gently of Kimberly.
"Yeth," Kimberly lisped. She wanted him to hold her like that
forever, her bottom protected from the fierce birch, yet a newfound home
to what could be Fred's equally fierce manhood. It was a strange sort of
paradox. Fred's breath blew hotly upon her neck. He kissed her cheek,
almost as a father would. Her education must continue.
Kimberly let herself be bent back over the couch. Cheryl was
waiting for her, bit in hand, cuffs at the ready. "C'mon, Kimber," Cheryl
said chidingly. Yet her words were only those of a friend helping another
get over something she must, like a first foray on a swing, a first trip
down a waterslide. Feeling the gravest of reservations Kimberly watched
as Cheryl bound her wrists with the handcuffs. One was to Candy, but the
other to the forever unmutinous wooden arm of the couch.
"There, I think we can proceed now," Kimberly's female torturer said
sternly. Once more the withy birch explored her bottom before striking.
When the woman felt ready, she lifted the birch. WHACK! The second blow
came home, and it was twice as bad as the first.
Almost simultaneously the flagelletory implements of the girls'
other torturers hit home. A series of muted cries rang through the room.
Two of the girls held their bits, but Melanie and Kimberly lost theirs
again. More blows reined down, in a general free for all, four female
assailants, four victims. Melanie managed to stifle her screams, despite
the lack of a bit. Cheryl, seeing that Kimberly would never give up
dropping her bit, gave up trying to hold it in for the girl and tied a silken
handkerchief over Kimberly's cheeks. "Oh, if only the handkerchief were
over my nether cheeks!" Cheryl knew Kimberly must be thinking. Then
Cheryl rose and crossed to Melanie, where she retrieved the girl's bit and
placed it back in, then helped it stay in place by holding it there for the
next several blows. Finally she pulled her hand back and watched with
admiration as Melanie managed to retain the bit while suffering the most
formidable of blows.
Soon the female torturers were replaced by others, and finally by
men. Each person brought his favorite implement to bear on the upraised
bottoms. Finally, at Gwen's urging, Fred called a halt.
"Let the girls have a chance to catch their breath," Fred said. "Then
we'll go one more round." Melanie's bit dropped from her mouth and her
eyes widened. Her bottom felt on fire! How could they possibly go a
second round? Her poor hiney! Melanie looked over at Candy and the girl
looked at her. Candy's face was red. A tear trickled down one cheek.
Melanie licked the corner of her own mouth and tasted salt. She must be
crying silent tears too. Melanie shifted, pain shooting through her bottom,
and looked at Veronica. The woman looked straight ahead. She too had let
her bit fall. Her mouth lolled open, like a cow looking for something to
chew. A man came round and offered her his penis. She accepted it
without protest. Seconds later the same treat was accorded to Melanie.
Soon all four initiates were sucking upon male stems, dutifully drawing
forth the first pearling drops of nectar that they knew churned in the balls
just below.
Little Kimberly looked like she was sucking fluid from the end of a
rainspout, so big was the man's penis in comparison to her child-like face.
Why indeed the largest man in the group had chosen Kimberly to receive
his seed was certainly a question the young girl must have been pondering
as she struggled to do well by him. Finally, with a burst that felt it must
have exploded from a ruptured dam, the man's musky nectar blasted into
Kimberly, causing her such shock that she threw back her head and nearly
uprooted him from her mouth. But the man grasped her head between both
his sturdy hands and forced her back onto him, burrowing deeper even than
he had dared venture before. Not until the last drop of cum had been swept
from his balls did he allow little Kimberly to unburden herself of his cock.
Just as quickly, however, another man took his place, and, judging from
his size, he must have been the second biggest cock in the room!
Fred chose to spend in Melanie. As the blonde gazed at his hairy
stomach and, occasionally, up at his face, the blow job became almost a
romantic experience. There was great tenderness in Fred's eyes, yet
complete firmness too. It was with relish that Melanie serviced this
particular gentleman. Other fine fellows followed, but none, it seemed
like him. Was it merely the power he exercised? His wealth? Certainly
his body ranked among the top men in the room, though how he found the
time to train it was beyond her. Even at the party he had not been far from
a phone, breaking away occasionally to guide his ongoing business deals.
"Now that the girls have had a little nourishment, let's give them an
opportunity to raise the men back from the dead so that we women can
have some too," Gwen announced. The initiatesÕ bits were replaced.
"IÑI can't go on with this any longer," Melanie said pleadingly to
Cheryl, speaking for what she knew were the feelings of all four initiates.
"It is only for a little while longer," Cheryl replied in a comforting
voice, though it gave no comfort to Melanie.
MASTER THE MULTI-STATE
Law in a Flush with holy joe
If youÕre in law school youÕve probably heard all kinds of advice on
how to take the First Year Law StudentÕs Multi-State Examination. Well,
hereÕs some more:
YOUR FRAME OF MIND
ÒTaking the multi-state is easy and fun.Ó Memorize that line and
repeat it. Now you are in the right frame of mind.
MAKE EACH QUESTION A MYSTERY
Many people will tell you that you should first read the call of the
question, and then read the question. DonÕt. It spoils the fun. Everyone
loves a mystery, so to keep your interest up, through all 100 questions,
you should make each question a mystery.
Read the first three sentences of the question. Then read them
again. Ask yourself, before you go any further, ÒWhat are the testers
getting at in this question?Ó Guess, in your mind, what they might be
aiming at.
Now read the next two sentences. Your guess will either be correct,
or the testers will, in these next two sentences, introduce an ADDITIONAL
fact that will zing you off in another direction. For example:
ÒMary gives Johnny $10.00 to go to the bakery. Johnny rides his bike
to the bakery. Johnny can smell the delicious aroma of bread as he bikes
to the bakery.Ó
Now, guess: What is Johnny going to do? Johnny is going to buy
bread, you guess. Now letÕs read the next two sentences:
ÒIn addition to selling bread, the bakery also sells pornography.
Johnny masturbates as he bikes to the bakery because he knows he and his
wife Mary will love jacking off to the latest Penthouse.Ó
What happened? Was your initial guess wrong? No! I simply
introduced an additional fact that sent you zinging off in another
direction.
Now read the rest of the question. Then read the call of the
question. Now, time to guess again. What do you think the answer will
be?
Almost every set of four possible answers consists of two ÔyesÕ
answers, and two ÔnoÕ answers. You should already have guessed whether
the call of the question is going to call for a ÔyesÕ or a Ôno.Õ If you think
the answer will be Ôno,Õ you donÕt even have to read the two ÔyesÕ answers,
do you? Nope. Just pick one of the ÔnoÕ answers and go on to the next
question.
There is one qualification to that last sentence. Check the two ÔyesÕ
answers. They will either say, ÒYes, becauseÓ (in most cases) or ÒYes,
unlessÓ (in a few cases). If one of the ÔyesÕ answers says Òbecause,Ó and
you know the answer is Òno,Ó skip it. But if the ÔyesÕ answer says
Òunless,Ó WATCH OUT! They are now going to change the facts in that
particular answer. (In fact, IT is probably going to be the answer you
should choose as the correct answer.)
THREE OF A KIND
Sometimes you will have a question with four answers, three of
which say Òyes,Ó Òyes,Ó Òyes,Ó and one of which says Òno.Ó That ÒnoÓ
answer is probably the correct answer.
Remember, IÕm just using ÒnoÓ as an example. You can read the
above switching the ÒyesÓ and the ÒnoÓ and arrive at the same logic.
Oh, yes. One last item. The person who gave me this system told
me, ÒThis system only works for perverts. If youÕve read this, and you
arenÕt a pervert, you are now doomed to fail.Ó
AND IN THE END...
HILLARY THE HYPOCRITE
Why is America supporting the monarchy of Saudi Arabia? Is it
because America is compromising its glorious democratic ethics and
values for oil? But more important, why is our de facto president
(Hillary Clinton) supporting a regime where women are not even
permitted to drive a car? IÕm sure the CHILDREN of Saudi Arabia would
prefer to live in a democracy where women are free, instead of a
monarchy where women are confined to their husbandÕs (or fatherÕs)
home. Of course, in order to be free, the freedom-loving Saudis, like
our own George Washington, must rid themselves of their corrupt
misogynist monarchy--and anyone who supports it.
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