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dangerous sexual practises
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Note: The words in this story are intended for fantasy purposes
only. The author does not suggest or encourage readers to act out the
fantasies contained herein. He encourages men to associate only with
little girls, and presents this story as a safe fantasy alternative to the
dangerous practise of consorting with women.
Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
NIGHT VISITOR
Chapter Five
ÒYou will go to our bedroom,Ó Master said to Taylor. The young man
stood with his cock all a-quiver in front of the couple, swallowing hard.
Each movement of the adamÕs apple in his taut throat was reflected by a
pulse running along the length of his cock.
ÒAm I.. then...Ó Taylor hesitated to ask the question. There were only
two answers, obviously. The first one he wanted, the second he didnÕt.
But he wasnÕt sure he would have much choice in the matter. He would
either fuck Mistress, or Master would fuck him. ÒAm I to do your wife?Ó
Taylor finally asked, in the most tactful manner he could.
ÒPerhaps,Ó Master answered.
ÒPerhaps?Ó Taylor echoed, making the statement a question. Good
God! He was hard as a bone. What else could he do with his erection.
Mistress smiled. ÒI am not so easily won,Ó she told Taylor. Her eyes
glanced down. ÒAlthough you do make an excellent sales pitch. Perhaps
you will yet get to plunge that thing into me, to rend me with it. But
first, you must prove yourself.Ó
ÒHow?Ó Taylor gasped. His cock quavered with excitement and
trepidation. He glanced at MasterÕs trousers. There was a significant
bulge in them.
ÒFirst,Ó Mistress continued. ÒI must torture you. Specifically, your
penis.Ó
Taylor groaned. A third option! One he had not considered. Of
course-- they were dominants. A mere butt-fucking wouldnÕt be enough to
buy them off, painful though it would be.
ÒGo to my bedroom,Ó Mistress told Taylor. ÒJust as you are, of
course. Buck naked. If your penis begins to flag you have my permission
to rub it, but only to keep it stiff.Ó Master looked at Mistress.
ÒYou have had too many old ones lately,Ó Master laughed. ÒLook at
him! HeÕs young. If he touches himself heÕll spurt all over the carpet. He
wonÕt have any problem keeping himself up.Ó
ÒN- No, I wonÕt,Ó Taylor gulped. He had some ability to distract
himself from becoming stiff, but once he got going, there was no hope for
him. He stayed hard until he came. Simple as that. Sometimes he even
stayed hard even after he came.
Taylor walked from the parlor. He felt strange. He could feel two
pairs of eyes watching his behind. It was red. It hurt when he walked, the
skin stretching taut, moving, jiggling in a hard, muscular way.
ÒYou did him well,Ó Mistress told Master.
ÒA firm hand does wonders for an errant boy,Ó Master joked. Taylor
blushed. He felt his face turn as red as his bottom. Quickly he spun
around. He stared at Master.
ÒI just want you to know that if sheÓ he pointed to Mistress ÒhadnÕt
made me do that, it would never have happened.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Master smiled. ÒThatÕs why I have a gorgeous wife. It
puts the young men under my roof into the most wonderfully compromising
positions. Indeed, should you ever rise to my level, you will discover this:
while you get into this business for the pleasure of dominating females, it
is the males who ultimately provide the best thrill. Females desire
domination. It is in their nature. Most of them, anyway,Ó Master said. He
shot a quick glance at Mistress. ÒBut get a young man, a healthy young
man like yourself, who has no thoughts at all about being gay, ahhhh! To
put him in such a position as you were just in, that is the ultimate thrill.
Because it is so unnatural for him. So unexpected.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Taylor agreed. But deep down he wondered if he hadnÕt asked
for the spanking. He had agreed so readily, almost as if in a trance.
Almost as if his coming here was no so much about Tabitha, but about
himself. About exposing himself to long-repressed, perverted desires.
Was Tabitha just his excuse for being here? Was he really here just for
himself?
Taylor turned and walked out of the parlor. He went to the stairs.
He climbed them, slowly, watching his penis bob up and down as he
walked. At the top of the stairs he turned. No one was behind him. He
might run back down the stairs, grab some clothes somehow, flee to his
car out front! But instead he turned, and walked down the hall. He came to
the bedroom Tabitha had been locked in the night before. Her door was
open, now. He went inside, his cock leading the way.
Tabitha was lying face down on her bed. She heard the footfalls
coming. She was holding the teddy bear in her hands, propped on the
pillow, as if on an operating table. She ran a fingernail across the bearÕs
middle.
ÒCesarian section,Ó she whispered. Then, reconsidering, she ran her
fingernail over the bearÕs belly again, this time from top to bottom, from
its neck to its crotch. ÒVivisection,Ó she breathed.
Taylor entered. Tabitha laid her head down on the bear. Coming into
the room, Taylor saw the handle of the whip sticking out from under the
pillow. He gasped. Tabitha was so lovely, her body all stretched out, slim
and smooth, her bottom a heaven of white perfection, two scrumptious
round cheeks, begging for action. And the action was just within reach,
peeping stiffly out from under the pillow.
He wanted to hop on the bed. To knee his way between her spread
legs, to present himself to the tight halves of her ass, to push, to lance, to
stab his way into her. But instead, thinking of Mistress, he went to the
head of the bed. He bent over her and kissed her cheek. She looked up at
him, her head still on the bear. The fuzziness of the bear caressing her
pink-fleshed cheek.
ÒTaylor,Ó she breathed, her long blonde hair tumbling down the back
of her head, falling along the sides of her face, like that of a childÕs who
has laid restless in bed. He kissed her upturned cheek, then her nose,
which made her blink, and finally the gleaming mass of blonde gold where
it left her head and ran streaming over her shoulders.
ÒI reject you,Ó Taylor whispered.
ÒWhat?Ó Tabitha gasped.
ÒI leave you to those who will deal with you as they must,Ó Taylor
said.
She seemed suddenly frantic. He ignored the fear in her eyes.
ÒThose pillows are not for your head,Ó Taylor said. ÒThey are for your
hips.Ó He had no authority to deal with her this way, he was to report
straight to MistressÕ bedroom, but he couldnÕt help himself. He yanked the
pillows, both of them, from the head of the bed. The whip was exposed.
The teddy bear went tumbling. Tabitha reached after the bear but it fell
to the floor. Taylor ordered her to arch her hips. ÒLift your bottom, Miss
Bottom!Ó he commanded. She obeyed. Her eyes fixed themselves on his
penis as she lifted her rump. But he had no intention of giving that part of
himself to her. He shoved the pillows under her hips and belly. He ordered
her to relax, letting her weight be absorbed by the pillows. He turned to
leave.
ÒMy bear,Ó Tabitha called. He turned. His penis wobbling, stiff and
ready, he bent and picked up the bear. He presented it to her. She licked
her lips. She accepted the bear in her hands but her eyes were on TaylorÕs
groin. He slid the whip off the bed. He laid it on the nightstand. Then he
walked out of the room.
Trying not to think of the whip which lay so openly on the
nightstand, Tabitha settled again on the pillows. She looked at the bear in
her hands. She had no pillow next to her face to prop him on now. She
sighed. Then she flipped him over. Holding him with one hand, she brought
her other hand down on his bottom.
ÒSlap,Ó Tabitha whispered. She repeated the motion, spanking the
little brown bear. ÒSlap! Slap! Slap!Ó Tabitha wiggled her hips on the
pillows each time her hand struck the bear.
Rene shuffled into the room. Tabitha was still spanking the bear,
when suddenly she became aware of her. Tabitha blushed. She looked at
the maid. There were things in the maidÕs hands, which the maid put down
on the nightstand by the bed. A pot of cream, a bottle of ointment, a box
of cotton balls, and antiseptic lotion.
ÒYouÕll need these in about half and hour,Ó Rene told Tabitha. The
woman turned and left. Tabitha gazed at the table. She felt an icy knot of
fear in her stomach. Those things-- they were what people needed when
they were injured!
Taylor walked into the room. Tabitha heard his footsteps and craned
her neck to see who it was. Her fear welled and then subsided when she
saw it was only Taylor again, not Master. But then her eyes widened. Her
breath caught in her throat.
ÒI found this in MistressÕ bedroom,Ó Taylor said. He showed her a
rope. ÒProbably it was for me but IÕm going to give it to you. Stretch out
your hands. I want there to be no misunderstandings about our
relationship. You belong to Master now. I donÕt care what happens to you
anymore.Ó
ÒBut Taylor!Ó Tabitha shouted. She had come with him, both literally
and in his car. How could he be so bestial to her now, leaving her in the
hands of someone she didnÕt know? Then she realized she didnÕt know
Taylor either. Who was this strange man with the hunky body and the
perfect erection? She didnÕt have time to think about it. He ordered her
to let go of the bear and stretch out her hands. She did. She felt a thrill
of the unexpected as she watched him bend over her. He began wrapping
the rope around her wrists. It was prickly. It scratched her skin. He
wrapped it also around the post running the length of the headboard, where
the headboard met the front edge of the mattress. As Tabitha watched,
her hands were tied. Taylor checked the rope when he was finished to
make sure it was tight. Tabitha moaned.
ÒGood. IÕm glad itÕs tight,Ó Taylor said, reading her thoughts. ÒYouÕll
need it tight if youÕre to take what I think is planned for you. I leave you
like this. You were too childish, too recalcitrant for me to deal properly
with you. Or perhaps I was too lenient. An older man will not put up with
your mixed emotions, your little shenanigans, your ÔyesÕ ÔnoÕ ÔyesÕ
silliness. He will give you what you need, hard and unflinchingly. As for
me, while I listen to your pathetic screams IÕll be buried deep in the
loving cunt of a wonderfully mature woman. I leave a little girl like you
to whomever may want you.Ó
Taylor said nothing of MistressÕ promised torture. Sure that his
rejection of Tabitha was now complete, that he could forget her now, he
stalked from the bedroom.
ÒBut how-- how will I get home?Ó Tabitha called after Taylor in a
plaintive voice. Taylor walked down the hall. A minute later he returned,
with a manÕs necktie in his hands. Without speaking, he bent over the
squirming girl, and jammed the necktie into her mouth. Tabitha let out a
shriek, but the cloth forced into her mouth silenced her. Tears welled in
her eyes as she felt Taylor bind the tie at the back of her neck.
ÒYou were saying?Ó Taylor laughed. He looked at her slim waist, at
her arching, frantic hips, at the tensing and squeezing flesh of her naked
bottom. Then he looked at the nightstand. ÒCotton and antiseptic. Good,Ó
Taylor said. ÒThey expect to make your bottom bleed. ThatÕs what you
require, a sound thrashing, right where youÕll remember it best.Ó Tabitha
was nearly in a panic when suddenly TaylorÕs cruel mood changed. He
leaned over her, and kissed her ass. First one cheek, then the other. She
felt his wet lips. When he raised them from her behind he said, in a soft
voice, ÒOf course, I could never do such a thing to such a lovely ass.Ó
And then he left, leaving Tabitha in a quandary. She felt like her
head was spinning. Her bottom tingled all over, radiating out from where
TaylorÕs newly shaved face, and his warm, loving lips, had pressed down
upon her. She was both scared, and excited. She felt like a child being
teased in some strange, wild game. What were they really going to do to
her? She looked at the sunlight streaming through the window. It was a
lovely day, but she was inside, out of the sun in a bedroom, bedridden like
some hospital patient, waiting for an operation she didnÕt need.
ÒElective surgery,Ó something said in TabithaÕs mind, and it sent a
sheet of fear from her toes all the way up to her eyes.
More footsteps on the stairs. Tabitha wriggled on the clean, soft
sheets of her bed, on the humped pillows pressing upon and lifting her
hips. The footsteps approached her door. Her open door. Tabitha was
gagged, bound, but her legs were open. The slit of her sex exposed. A
voice screamed at her, inside her head, to do what she could to make
herself modest, to not allow herself to be found this way, with her slit
showing. But TabithaÕs legs resisted. Instead of forcing them together,
she jammed her knees hard into the sheet, where the sheet met the piled-
up pillows. She bit her gag, and waited. She squeezed shut her eyes.
And that is how Mistress found her, and immediately the woman
burst out laughing. At once Tabitha felt humiliated. She had not expected
a woman to come. Not now. It was too late, she was too far along in her
decisions. Her choices. Guiltily she realized she was a co-partner in this
game. Her legs proved it. She could have closed them, but she had
deliberately left them open. Even now, as Mistress laughed at her, she
kept her eyes squeezed shut with embarrassment, and her jaw locked on
her gag, but her legs apart, like a cheap whore tied down and waiting to be
fucked.
A hand patted TabithaÕs rump. It reached between the lowermost
part of her cheeks, down to where her thighs arched open. It tickled her
sex. Feeling the soft fingertips, and the hard, brittle fingernails
caressing her most intimate spot, Tabitha snapped her legs shut. It was
instinctive. She had done it without thinking. Had she thought about it,
she realized with horror, she might have left them open.
Carefully Mistress extricated her fingers from between TabithaÕs
close-pressed thighs. She caressed the girlÕs bottom again, which Tabitha
could do nothing to hide, offering it as she did by lying face-down over the
pillows. She laughed again, and then said,
ÒI just came to check on you. But I see others have already checked.Ó
Mistress glanced at the things on the table: the cream, the antiseptic, the
cotton balls waiting to be used. Slowly she caressed TabithaÕs naked
hiney, her hand moving in ever-widening circles. ÒHow compromised you
look, dear,Ó Mistress said. She lifted her hand. She put it to the very
center of TabithaÕs bottom. She traced the tight crack between the girlÕs
cheeks. ÒBut we are all compromised by birthing and child-rearing, so
perhaps it is well you got started experiencing those feelings,Ó Mistress
told Tabitha.
Lying face-down on the bed, her mouth filled with the gag, her
wrists tied and immobile, Tabitha squirmed. She opened her eyes. She
craned her neck to look back. She gaped at the woman massaging her
behind. Her breasts were large and luscious, spilling from her gown. Her
face was picture-perfect. The mascara was neat and well-applied. Her
hair, in beautiful brown ringlets, fell half-covering her face, showing its
beauty and yet hiding it, making a game of it. MistressÕ eyes flashed at
Tabitha from behind a veil of her hair.
ÒDo not think that because I am being sweet to you that I am always
this way,Ó Mistress warned Tabitha. ÒI am amused by your situation, by
the flowering of your newfound desire. Yes--do not think for a minute
that I consider you an unwilling captive, my dear, even if your hands are
tied and your mouth is gagged. I know the female psyche. I know what
complicated creatures we are. You are being a little slut and you are
loving it, arenÕt you? Well, there are punishments for little sluts, as you
well know. You were not waiting for me, with your bottom showing and
your legs apart, were you? You were waiting for my husband.Ó MistressÕ
eyes narrowed. TabithaÕs widened, her cheeks blushed. But she could not
counter what Mistress was saying, could not even plead for mercy. ÒMy
husband, you little slut.Ó Mistress gazed at the naked girl. ÒLike this!Ó
Mistress cried. Mistress raised her hand. She brought it down hard on
TabithaÕs bottom.
Slap! went MistressÕ hand on the quivering ball of flesh. Tabitha
screamed, but the gag drowned her cry. Mistress stood erect. She gazed
at the girl. A red hand-print formed on TabithaÕs ass as the girl squirmed
on the bed. ÒHow like a snake you look,Ó Mistress said to the slim young
wife. ÒHow like a captive little snake, with your long hair and your long
naked legs, your slim back, and your arms stretched out in front of you.
Only your pretty round ass gives you away, and the lumps where your twin
breasts loom under your chest.Ó Mistress reached for TabithaÕs head. She
curled a finger in the girlÕs long hair. Then she yanked on it. Tabitha let
out a shriek as she felt her hair pulled. ÒI can be unaccountably cruel,Ó
Mistress said to Tabitha. ÒCrueler even than my husband, for being a
female I know the female body better than any man ever could. And I donÕt
cherish it as much, you know? Men always temper their blows with love.
They are lusting after you even as they do the most horrid things to you.
But not me. However much I admire your beauty, you are, in the end, a
rival to me. A competitor. So I can punish you with a jealous eye, with
jealousy that a man would never feel. And you should know, my little
sweet whore, my suburban, nice-girl wanna-be whore, that I believe in
torture. That is when the body feels most alive, when it is balanced on
the knife edge of utter ruin. That is when you transcend all the mundane
things of life and become a living, breathing, tribute to life, to human
flesh, to human emotion, to all the things we humans try so hard to
repress. It is hard to repress oneself when one is stretched taut on the
rack, feeling a whip cut deep into your flesh.Ó
Mistress let go of TabithaÕs hair. She fiddled with the knot holding
the girlÕs gag to the back of her head. She loosened it. Then, reaching for
TabithaÕs face, she pulled the cloth, now wet with TabithaÕs saliva, from
her mouth. The girl gulped. Speechlessly she opened her lips. She worked
her jaw, enjoying its sudden freedom.
ÒYou think I am being generous?Ó Mistress said. ÒI am not.Ó She
lifted the gag to TabithaÕs eyes. Tabitha uttered a wail. Mistress re-
bound the cloth over the girlÕs fluttering lashes, so that she could not see.
Then, picking up the teddy bear, Mistress jammed a leg of the bear into
TabithaÕs mouth.
She was in darkness now, silenced by the bear she had lately
spanked, her own bottom now warm where MistressÕ hand had slapped it.
Tabitha felt her breasts pressing into the sheet underneath her. The
nipples were hard, like twin points of excited fire. Slowly, listening to
her breathing, with her mind screaming at her to stop, Tabitha scissored
open her legs.
ÒAh! The door of love opens again!Ó Mistress chuckled. ÒWould you
like me to shove the whip handle up you there, or are you still waiting for
my husband?Ó Mistress asked. The girl blushed. She pressed her face,
with the bear in her mouth, to the sheet. She felt her saliva wetting the
bearÕs leg. She had no idea why sheÕd opened her legs again, only that
sheÕd felt she must. She had an undying need there, a burning, an
emptiness that longed to be filled. Like last night, when Taylor had taken
her on the floor of the parlor. Also, she reasoned, her mind coming up with
logical excuses for her emotional act, she hoped to offer her cunt in
compensation. In compensation for the whip that would otherwise belabor
her bottom.
ÒDo you think I am heartless, my dear?Ó Mistress said to the girl,
interrupting her thoughts. Her voice was suddenly soft, caring, as it had
been when sheÕd first entered the room. ÒI will prove to you that you are a
little slut, and not the helpless captive you fancy yourself as,Ó Mistress
told the young wife. She glanced again between the girlÕs legs, at the
offered slit, at the moistness of the petals. She smiled. She walked
across the room. There was a bureau there, all polished hardwood and
gleaming brass handles. She bent down. She opened the bureauÕs bottom
drawer.
ÒHere. Here they are,Ó Mistress said. She pulled out a blouse. White
gloves. A skirt. A pair of panties and a white bra. She took shoes from
the bottom drawer, and little frilled socks. She put them atop the bureau.
ÒHere are clothes that would fit you exactly, or perhaps be a fetching size
too small,Ó Mistress said. ÒIn fact they are the same clothes you had torn
from you last night, by Taylor, in the bathroom. The same make and cut I
mean, not the same exact clothes, which you so, inconveniently for
yourself, ripped to shreds. Here they are and here they have been since you
fell asleep in this room, last night. Rene came in and measured you,
surreptitiously, not waking you. Then she stitched the clothes together
from cloth we keep handy, for just such a purpose. She stayed up to do it,
so that you would have something to wear this morning. But instead you
let yourself be brought down to breakfast naked. Oh yes there were crisp
commands, and orders, but still you might have found the clothes and put
them on anyway, either before breakfast or after, when you were sent
again to your room. But instead you laid naked on the bed, didnÕt you? You
never even looked for the clothes. You let Rene find you naked and then
Taylor too, and you let him tie you and gag you. And now look at you,
blindfolded so that you cannot even see the clothes I am showing you, with
a teddy bear in your mouth!Ó Tabitha spit out the bearÕs fuzzy leg.
Mistress walked over to her and yanked open her lips and jammed it back
in. She patted the girlÕs head. ÒNot so fast, little one,Ó Mistress said.
ÒOne cannot eternally be given choices. You will keep that bear in your
mouth and you will lie here and think of your sinful ways, of your bad
behavior. And you will keep your legs open. No closing them, anymore. IÕll
inform my husband youÕre ready. Yes. You may have him, you little slut.
Go ahead, tease him with your pretty bare ass, and your temptingly parted
legs. See what he gives you for your trouble. And IÕll see you when heÕs
through, and give you a taste of my own medicine.Ó She laughed. ÒYouÕll
be the best-behaved wife when you leave here. Ready to go home to your
husband, and serve him sexually, whatever his pleasure. And when he has
satiated himself with you, then you will be ready to be a mother.Ó
Tabitha listened as Mistress left the room, her skirts bustling with
her footsteps, all soft-moving silk and luxury. She lay on the bed. She
felt the blindfold against her eyes and the bear, the bear she dared not
spit out, in her mouth. She squirmed atop the pillows. How exposed she
felt! Yet she kept her legs open, stretching them, wanting to close them
and yet at the same time longing to keep them open, letting her heartfelt
desire win.
New footsteps. Tabitha sighed. Was it a man at last, not Taylor,
who had rejected her, and not her husband who had abandoned her, but the
man who was undoubtedly a man, because he leered at her-- Master.
Tabitha felt his name on her tongue, pressed down though it was by the
bearÕs intruding foot. She gasped as she sensed the person, whoever it
was, coming through her doorway. There she was! Displayed in all her
feminine glory. Her legs apart, her slit wet, her bottom round and moulded
like a ripe peach. Her back straight, if horizontal. Her hair tumbling down
from her head to half-cover her back. Her face hidden, modestly, behind
her wreathing hair. The blindfold tied with a knot at the back of her head.
ÒAh, a treasure!Ó Tabitha heard a male voice boom. It was close,
right by her. She squirmed, like a squirrel caught out under the sky,
hearing thunder. A calloused hand pressed down on her ass. It stilled her
hips. It massaged her flesh, her bare bottom flesh, between rough fingers.
Tabitha felt possessed. Taken. She eased her legs apart more, even as one
of the fingers probed rudely between her cheeks.
ÒIÕm afraid I do not desire what you are offering me,Ó the male
voice, the all-knowing voice of Master, told Tabitha. ÒYour cunt, I mean.
It is small and sweet, and very tight-looking. A perfect gash for a man to
sink himself into. But I am not interested in your cunt.Ó Tabitha let out a
squeak. The finger inquiring in her ass dug into her hole. ÒI prefer the
bottom,Ó Master told her. ÒI like to put things up the behind, even though,
perhaps because, it was only ever designed to expel things.Ó Master
twisted his finger. Tabitha shouted. She snapped her legs shut. But the
finger was in her rear-end. Except for squeezing her cheeks, she could not
get it out. ÒYou said something?Ó Master asked her. He reached for her
head with his free hand. He lifted her hair. ÒOh, thereÕs a bear in your
mouth,Ó Master laughed. ÒYou suck on his leg. Your lips, are they pressed
to his bottom? I think they are!Ó Tabitha, already blushing, felt her
cheeks grow redder. Meanwhile the finger up her ass probed more deeply
between her pale hams. She was stuck, fore and aft, like a pig on a spit.
Only her cunt remained untouched, unviolated. She opened her legs again,
offering it, praying Master would prefer it to the place he was now in.
Down the hall there was a shout. It sounded like Taylor. A female
voice, distantly, laughed at TaylorÕs distress.
ÒYou do not understand, my dear,Ó Master said to Tabitha. ÒThis
place, it is not about sex. Oh, some sex may occur, incidentally. But here
we are about pain. About control. About surrender. You are not called
Miss Cunt. You are called Miss Bottom. There is a reason for that. I am
going to lubricate your ass now, with vaseline. Because when I am through
whipping you I am going to force myself into you there. In your behind. Of
course the behind is much more sensitive than the cunt and I may tear you.
I may cause you injury, ripping the lining of your colon with my penis. It
cannot be helped. Also, your sphincter feels very tight. The muscle
resists me. The muscle, I mean, that is the ring of flesh at the entrance
to your back door. It may be torn.Ó
Tabitha spit out the bearÕs leg. ÒNo!Ó she gasped, her lips feeling
quivery from having the leg stretching her mouth for so long, her anus
even now being stretched, by MasterÕs burrowing finger.
ÒLie still,Ó Master ordered. ÒI am getting the vaseline. If you do not
wish to have the bear in your mouth at this moment, so be it. But do not
resist my finger in your bottom. Open yourself, do not tense your cheeks.
I am going to lubricate you and then we are going to have a session with
the whip, the vaseline in your ass all the while reminding you of what is
to come, while the whip hurts your cheeks.Ó
He sat on the bed. It was soft, the covers pulled down to let him
enjoy the silk sheets. His penis stood up between his legs. It throbbed,
thick and stiff, a lance waiting for battle. His balls felt heavy. They
ballooned under his cock. His strong hairy thighs pressed against them,
making them swell even more. The bed, supporting his balls, seemed to
heft them, as if his testicles were prize nuts at a fair.
Mistress walked in. Immediately Taylor gaped at her, not wanting
to, yet doing it. His mouth agape, he openly admired, even drooled over,
the swell of her naked breasts. They were big breasts, with a large pink
nipples. As he gazed at her tits the nipples sprouted appreciatively.
Mistress smiled. They were ready, both of them. Taylor felt his spit drop
onto his groin. He blushed.
ÒLie back, dear. I want you to be comfortable,Ó Mistress told Taylor.
ÒYouÕre not going to torture me, then?Ó Taylor asked. A vision of
himself humping Mistress, very hard and traditionally, flitted through his
mind. He grinned.
ÒIÕm afraid I am going to torture you, very badly,Ó Mistress replied.
ÒBut that doesnÕt mean you canÕt be comfortable while I do it. After all,
itÕs your penis IÕll be focusing on today. The rest of yourself can enjoy the
luxury of my bed.Ó
Taylor lay back. He let his head rest on a silk-sheathed pillow. He
felt the sheets against his back, his buttocks, his legs. It felt wonderful.
It smelled wonderful, for the sheets were perfumed. Mistress went to a
cabinet. Taylor opened his legs. He felt his balls sag, with their enormous
virility, upon the bed. His penis stood up erect. It waited dumbly for
whatever might happen.
Mistress took a wire from the cabinet. It gleamed at Taylor. It was
polished, with a polished round tip, thinner than a pencil. Taylor saw that
a cord was attached to the wire. The cord ran to a box that Mistress took
from the cabinet.
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Taylor gasped.
Mistress smiled. She brought the box and wire over to him and laid
the box down on the bed.
ÒItÕs for your penis,Ó Mistress told Taylor. ÒI want you to wear it.Ó
ÒYou want me to wear a wire?Ó Taylor asked. He might have thought
she would give him a jock strap, perhaps even a jock strap with a hole in
it, if she planned to dress him, to costume him.
ÒYes, its an electrical wire,Ó Mistress told Taylor. ÒYouÕll wear it
and then weÕll play. I may have to tie your hands. Your legs too. How
luscious it will be to have everything focussed right on your cock, and me
giving it a charge whenever I please!Ó
Taylor gasped. ÒA- A charge?Ó he stammered.
Mistress began to wrap the wire around the root of his penis. ÒYes,
an electrical charge. A shock. It will be like youÕre in the electric chair,
except only your dick will be connected. It is the most sensitive part of
the male body, isnÕt it? Or is that your balls?Ó
ÒMy- My balls,Ó Taylor answered truthfully. Mistress bent the wire
downwards. She touched just the tip of it to TaylorÕs testicles. Then she
reached over to the box. Very lightly, as if switching off a blow-drier or
some kitchen appliance, she touched the button on top of the box.
ÒYEEEEOW!Ó Taylor shouted. He felt as if his testicles were an
instant light bulb. The shock coursed through both his nuts, and up to the
root of his dick. He groaned in pain.
ÒJust a taste,Ó Mistress smiled. ÒImagine having the whole wire
wrapped around you.Ó
Rene walked into the room.
ÒMistress,Ó the maid said.
ÒNot now, Rene. IÕm busy,Ó Mistress answered. The woman stared a
moment, at the handsome young man laid out on the bed, a wire being
wrapped around his penis. Then she turned and left. At the same moment
a shout came from down the hall. Taylor looked at Mistress.
ÒTabitha,Ó Mistress replied. ÒShe will hear you while you hear her.
Lovely, isnÕt it?Ó
Mistress slowly wrapped the wire up the length of TaylorÕs dick. He
watched, fascinated and yet repelled. In a moment his whole cock would
feel the pain his balls had felt, and he couldnÕt imagine how he would
stand it. Yet there was no question of his erection diminishing. He was
young, excited beyond belief, and no more in control of his stiffness than
he had been last night, when he presented himself at the door.
There was some wire left over when Mistress had Taylor completely
wrapped. He wondered what she would do with it. Would she just let the
current expire there, perhaps showering sparks into the air like some
Fourth-of-July sparkler? Mistress grinned at Taylor. ÒThis little bit at
the end goes into your pee hole,Ó she told him.
ÒNo!Ó Taylor yelled. Then he watched, spellbound, as Mistress
inserted the end of the wire into his dick. He was grounded, fore and aft,
the wire running all the way up him and ending inside him!
ÒReady?Ó Mistress asked. Her finger hovered over the button.
ÒWill it hurt?Ó Taylor asked, stupidly, staring at his wire-wrapped
organ. He looked like a present for some kinky sex ball.
ÒOf course it will hurt, darling. ThatÕs its purpose,Ó Mistress cooed.
ÒTry not to cum when you feel the first jolt. Remember, if you can stand
this, IÕll let you have me.Ó
ÒIn- in your cunt,Ó Taylor said, looking over at Mistress for
agreement.
ÒOf course in my cunt,Ó Mistress said. ÒMy bottom is reserved for
my husband.Ó
Down the hall, Tabitha was feeling decidedly sluttish. Her bottom
hole was oiled now. It was all wet and slimy-feeling. The inside of her
gut was cold, because the vaseline had been cold. Meanwhile the bare
cheeks of her ass were untouched, with only the warm handprint where
Mistress had slapped her. She blinked. Master had removed her blindfold.
She did not know why. She wished for it again, seeking solace in its
darkness
Master walked over to the nightstand. He examined the items there.
As he did so he took a kleenex and wiped off his finger. He pulled it from
the drawer in the nightstand. He used it to wipe the finger he had anointed
TabithaÕs butthole with. Then Master reached for the whip. Tabitha
gasped. He picked up the item, holding it by its polished handle. He
flicked it. The leather snapped, danced. TabithaÕs eyes followed the tip,
frightened, her teeth suddenly biting her lower lip. Master noticed. He
reached for her mouth and pried it apart. He stuffed the gag into her
mouth.
ÒYou will bite off your tongue if you donÕt have this,Ó Master told
her. He checked her lower lip to make sure it wasnÕt bleeding. Then,
letting her frightened eyes follow him, he walked a pace down the bed to
her bottom. ÒNow we shall begin,Ó Master told her. ÒWhen you reach the
height of your agony I will pull your gag off and let you scream your lungs
out. So Taylor can hear you, even as you hear him. You may scream
together. You will not need the whip then, so donÕt expect it. Just let your
emotions go as you feel the inexplicable pain IÕve caused you. Then I will
re-gag you and shove myself up your ass. YouÕll need the gag then. Like I
said, you may well feel yourself torn by my entry.Ó He paused. He swung
the whip to and fro, gazing at her nakedness. ÒAfter you have earned your
stripes, and been opened, do not expect to be doing much,Ó Taylor told her.
ÒYou will hurt terribly. Sitting will be out of the question and having a
bowel movement will be unpleasant, to say the least, depending on how
much damage you take. People have been known to get feverish after a
sound thrashing and to require several days rest. In bed, like an invalid.
Of course you will be cared for. You will be like a young mother, with your
bottom as your pink baby. You will be given every consideration. Spoiled
even, like a child gorged on ice cream after having her tonsils out. Some
girls go through with a whipping just to earn what follows: the attention,
the praise, the loving caresses and the open admiration. But whatever
your reasons, I want you to enjoy every stroke. Yes, enjoy! You are free
now. Free of clothes, free of conventions, free of restrictions. You may
scream, yell, cry, even pee in your bed if you like. Rub your legs together
and pray for an orgasm. You are a bottom now. A bottom and a well-oiled
ass hole. And a prettily wet-lipped cunt. You are nothing but your breath,
your tears, your gasps and your screams. And your quivering flesh.
Everything else you ever were is going to be beaten out of you now.Ó
Tabitha was so frightened she felt like retching. Then, suddenly, the
whip struck. It burned her skin. She shrieked. Any thoughts besides
reacting to the pain were driven from her. Again the whip fell, before she
even had time to gulp in a breath. A new stripe of pain seared her. Her
eyes gaped wide. She stared at her bound wrists. She scissored her legs
open, closed, open again, her hips wriggling on the pillows.
SWWWWIIIIP! A new blow, a new gagged-off scream. Tabitha forgot
everything now, as she squeezed shut her eyes, feeling only the pain in her
throbbing bottom. It hurt! She wanted to get up and run. But instead the
whip fell yet again, stinging her flesh like a violent bee, unappeased by
what it had already inflicted upon her.
Mistress fitted the rubber bit into TaylorÕs mouth. Then she wrapped
a gag over his lips.
ÒYou will need this,Ó Mistress told Taylor. ÒBut when youÕve been
broken IÕll take it off, so Tabitha can hear your screams.Ó She caressed
his hair. She reached for the little box on the bed. Her finger depressed
the button. Taylor, gaping at his cock, his hands tied to the bedposts,
screamed. Mistress smiled. It was going to be a long session, she hoped.
She reached between TaylorÕs legs. She felt his balls. He lay shuddering
from his first shock. Her finger was off the button now, but ready to hit
it again.
ÒAh, how full you are!Ó Mistress complimented Taylor. ÒI suspect
you could spurt and still have something left over. But try not to. I want
you screaming with lust even as you scream from the shocks IÕm giving
you. And now, my dear, hereÕs another.Ó
Back in the other bedroom, Tabitha was receiving her strokes.
Master admired her reddening ass. He was placing the stripes like a
surgeon, careful not to hit the same place twice lest he make her bottom
bleed prematurely. Each stroke caused an immediate welt. He admired the
ridges. They rose from the pale surrounding skin, the redness of them
making Tabitha look as if her bottom were being wrapped in red ribbons
for Christmas. As for the girl herself, she was crying. The bit of reserve
sheÕd showed at the start, holding her tears back, had crumbled. He had
expected it; new girls were never very good at keeping control of
themselves. He did not chastise her for her tears. But he did not let up on
her bottom either, working the soft rubbery spheres with his whip like a
man skinning an animal, treating her, indeed, as nothing less or more than
captured prey.
Tabitha was nearly insensible now, as the whip continued to lash
her. She thought of pirates, in her agony, and of a man strung up and
whipped before everyone on the deck, under the hot sun. Somewhere in her
mind she realized that pirates, awful as they were to each other, would
never have whipped a woman. Yet here she was, bound and gagged, being
treated worse than BlueBeard himself would have treated her. Did she
deserve this? Was this what women in the new century had been reduced
to, no longer modest ladies but naked whores? Tabitha felt her tears rush
out more profusely than ever. And the whip kept up its blows, merciless
in its treatment, making her bottom feel as if it had been kissed by the
sun itself.
Once she managed to flip over. The pain was indescribable as her
buttocks, all striped and red, pressed against the piled-up pillows. Master
rewarded her for her effort by giving her a hard blow across her belly.
Immediately Tabitha, caterwauling like a new-branded calf, flipped back
onto her stomach, now feeling the mark Master had just given her there.
Her exposed bottom felt the whip anew.
Down the hall, Taylor was suffering. Each light touch of MIstressÕ
finger, on the box, sent a new current of pain through his dick. He thought
he couldnÕt stand any more. He screamed. His mind was reeling. His dick
felt like a quivering pole of fire. Again the shock, again the flinching
mindless blaze of electricity up the whole length of his dick, and down
into his pierced pee hole.
In the yard, Rene was trimming the hedges. Her bright shears
flashed. She listened for screams from the house, heard nothing, shook
her head. It was just as well. If she could hear, the neighbors might hear,
despite the tall, thick pines lining the back yard. Then suddenly she did
hear, just a little, beyond the closed windows. A female shrieking, a man
yelling. The gags had been removed. The punishments were at an end,
except for the pure ungagged agony of two souls yelling out their
displeasure. Rene smiled. She thought of her relatives in the fields,
picking crops. Their work was not as painful as what those two had just
suffered. ÒGood,Ó Rene remarked to herself. ÒLet the Yanquis play their
games, and enjoy their pleasures, if they will also inflict that sort of
thing on each other. Maybe someday they will go too far, and they will all
die.Ó
Minutes passed. Master stood and watched Tabitha. He stood
unmoving, enjoying the spectacle of her distress. Finally, after many
minutes, Tabitha began, between her screams, trying to tell Master
something. He gazed at her, at her tears, then placed the whip back on the
nightstand. As he moved to the nightstand he felt relaxed and carefree.
He was looking forward to unzipping himself. He would give her a new
pain to think about. Then he realized, as TabithaÕs screams subsided, that
she was telling him she had to go to the bathroom. Master laughed.
ÒI told you that you could pee in your bed,Ó Master replied.
ÒBut--ahhhh! Ohhhh! I donÕt wish to!Ó Tabitha squealed. She
wriggled her hips and shouted at the way the movement caused new pains
in her bottom.
ÒVery well, then. If you insist on not doing it in your bed, youÕll do
it another way,Ó Master replied. ÒA way thatÕs even more shameful than
pissing in your bed.Ó
Rene looked up. She heard a sash lifted. There was a billowing of
curtains as the breeze caught them and pulled them out of the second floor
of the house, the ends of them, making them flutter and look like banners
announcing the presence of a queen. Instead what Rene saw was a bottom.
A naked, red whipped bottom, quivering and tensing as it was forced
through the window. From this bulbous cheeky display a trail of urine
suddenly sprouted. It fell through the air, all the way down the wall of
the house, and splashed the hedge Rene was trimming. The maid stepped
back. She shook her head. She looked up at the naked, female ass, so
rudely displayed, so nastily peeing! She shook her fist at it. In a little
while the offering of urine ceased. The bottom was yanked back inside.
The window was closed. And then Rene smiled. For she knew that,
however much the girl had suffered, she was in for still worse. For if she
had gotten worse already, she would have offered sperm, from her bottom
hole, as well as pee from her cunt.
Within the bedroom, Master was holding Tabitha by her arm. She
resisted him, jerking away, or trying to, but he held her tight.
ÒNow get back on the bed,Ó Master told Tabitha. ÒFace down, hips
over the pillows. IÕm going to fuck your ass.Ó
ÒI- I need a drink first,Ó Tabitha gasped.
ÒA drink?Ó Master asked.
ÒY- Yes. IÕm thirsty,Ó Tabitha answered. She looked at him with
tear-filled eyes. With her free hand she reached back and lightly touched
her behind, then gasped.
ÒWell, I suppose youÕve earned a drink,Ó Master said. ÒBut donÕt
expect me to give you a quick glass of water. WeÕll drink, both of us,
downstairs, in my study. I will sit. You, obviously, will stand. And I will
have wine and you will have whole milk.Ó
ÒWhole milk?Ó Tabitha wrinkled her nose. It was strange to be
protesting about milk, given what sheÕd just endured, but she wanted wine.
Wine to make her dizzy, to make her forget.
ÒYes, milk,Ó Taylor said. ÒGiven how tight your butthole felt, when I
stuck my finger up it, you may as well have it. I think IÕve felt less
resistance from 10-year-olds. No wonder your husband needs help! You
will have milk, just like the little tight-assed child you are. And then,
when youÕre done drinking it, weÕll get to work making you a properly
receptive wife.Ó He yanked on her arm again. She sulked. He wanted to
slap her, to show his mastery of her. But before he could, she slipped
from his loosening grasp. Her slender arm slid out of his fingers. She
turned. He laughed, harshly, ÒBesides, milk is good for your complexion.Ó
He watched her walk. She walked in front of him, her head bowed,
her hair swaying across the slender expanse of her back. Below her tight
waist her bottom bulbed. He gazed at it. Despite the punishment it had
suffered it moved with svelte undulation, the pendulum of her hips rolling
the cheeks first one way, then the other, in a delicate, circular motion. He
watched the gracefulness of her steps. Even now each step was dainty and
perfect, awesomely feminine, despite the fact that each step brought a
gasp of pain from her as her skin was stretched tautly across her reddened
behind. He looked at the marks she bore. His marks. He had placed them
there one by one, each eliciting a cry of pain from her.
Tabitha felt MasterÕs eyes on her ass. She still didnÕt know his
name, only the firmness of his hand. She turned her head, slightly.
Despite the pain in her bottom she managed to say,
ÒDo you love me?Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Master replied. She reached the landing and carefully took
hold of the bannister.
ÒDo you love me?Ó she asked again. She did not dare to look at him.
He felt big and omnipotent, a presence she dared not anger. He loomed
behind her. He stared at her chastised behind. Nonetheless, without
looking at him, she turned her head, letting him hear her soft voice.
ÒDo I love you?Ó he asked. He laughed. ÒNo, I do not love you. I am a
married man. I love my wife.Ó He cleared his throat, wondering if he were
telling the truth. Then, to reinforce what he just said, to show her how
careless he was of her, he added, ÒLast night I fucked three girls. Today I
am fucking you. Tomorrow it will be somebody else. I am using you. I am
using your ass. You are just an animal to me. A sexy little animal, but an
animal all the same. Why does a man keep a dog? Because it amuses him.
Or perhaps the dog can be of service. The man does not keep the dog for
the dogÕs sake, but for his own.Ó
She felt a blush in her cheeks. She felt angry.
ÒI am not a dog,Ó Tabitha said. She hurried down the steps. He
followed.
ÒMy study is on the right,Ó Master told her. ÒI will be with you
shortly.Ó
She followed his directions. She found the study and went into it. It
was dark. It had no windows. The panelling was wood, dark brown. She
gazed at shelves full of books. She turned, away from the leather and the
wood smell, and gazed at the door sheÕd come through. She was alone.
Immediately her attention turned to her bottom. Ah, how it hurt! Her
hands flew back. After a moment, after stiffening at the first touch, she
managed to cup her behind. Lightly she stroked it. Each brush of her
fingertips brought an agonized moan from her. She felt tears well anew in
her eyes. Fifteen minutes ago her ass had been perfect, milk white. Now
it was red and wounded.
Master came into the study. He held two glasses in his right hand.
One was of wine, the other milk. In his left hand, with a leering grin on
his face, he held a collar. It was made of white leather. It had a ring in
front, where the collar buckled. A ring for a leash.
ÒHere, doggie,Ó Master said. Tabitha frowned.
ÒIÕm not a dog. Or a little girl,Ó she said, looking at the milk. ÒIÕm a
grown woman. A- A married woman.Ó
ÒIn this house you are Miss Bottom,Ó Master answered. ÒMiss Bottom
number six.Ó He put his wine glass down on the desk in the middle of his
study. Then he walked over to her. He made her take the milk. With his
hands free, and ignoring the quivering thrust of her naked breasts, he put
the collar on her. When he was finished he stepped back and looked at her.
He looked at all of her, from her collared neck to her jiggling bare tits to
her flat, invitingly slim belly. He took in the flare of her hips. He smiled
at her mons, so neat and perfect, so triangularly perfect. Finally he stared
at the long smooth columns of her naked legs.
ÒTurn around,Ó he said.
ÒBut I havenÕt drunk my milk yet!Ó she gasped.
Master wrenched the glass from TabithaÕs hand. Some milk spilled
on the carpet. He lifted the glass to her lips, hastily, and with brutal
directness he forced her to accept the rim of the glass. He began pouring.
TabithaÕs lips gasped. Her eyes opened wide. Quickly she swallowed,
desperate to keep up with his pouring. He made her take the whole glass.
She swooned; the milk was cold. It made her head throb. Master caught
her arm and simultaneously threw the glass across the room. It shattered,
empty, against a row of leather-bound books.
ÒNow turn around!Ó Master ordered.
ÒC- Could we not talk?Ó Tabitha asked.
ÒI do not have conversations with dogs,Ó Master growled. He grabbed
her. He took her by her waist. His hands nearly encompassing all of her
there and he easily spun her about. He gazed at her bottom. It quivered. It
tensed. The line between her cheeks became tightly compressed.
ÒBend over,Ó Master said.
ÒI- I cannot!Ó Tabitha shrieked.
He pushed her down. Some papers on his desk scattered as her tits
plopped upon the desk, followed quickly by her face. She turned her head
just in time to have her left cheek slammed upon the desk. Her mouth,
shrieking, was warped into a strange shape. She felt her breasts crushed
underneath her. His strength was enormous. He used her like one might
use a rag doll, despite her resistance. Holding her down with one hand he
liberated his cock. He intruded it upon her, wedging it between her cheeks.
He forced it in despite the frantic clenching of her bottom. His pre-cum
eased the way, aided, traitorously, by a curious wetness that exuded
itself, sweatlike, between the cheeks of her hot ass. Had she been capable
of admitting anything to herself, as she felt her heart race in her chest,
she would have realized that she was terribly excited. He smelled the
perfume sheÕd put on that morning. It made his own heart pound with lust,
as his peehole probed deep in her heart-shaped cheeks and found her little
sphincter.
ÒI need vaseline,Ó he said gruffly. ÒOr I can just force my way,
tearing you as I go.Ó She bit her lip. He was making her compliant again,
forcing a perverted agreement from her. ÒRemain over the desk,Ó he said.
ÒI will get the vaseline.Ó
He left the study. She heard his tread as he left. She imagined the
wobble of his cock as he walked. It had felt so big! She had not imagined
he would be that large. It frightened her. She became more aware of
herself, of her trembling body, as she stood there in the silence, waiting
over the desk, and she noticed that her jaw hurt. At the same time she
was relieved to lift herself a little, just a little, to ease the pressure of
the wood upon her breasts.
He returned. As she heard him enter she cast a quick glance back. A
new shriek tore from her throat. In a businesslike manner he was
lubricating himself, spreading thick gobs of vaseline up and down the
length of his trembling, frightfully hard member. And, behind him,
walking with a straight back and an easy poise, her breasts swinging
freely, quite as naked as Tabitha but utterly nonplussed about it, was
Mistress. In her hand, dangling by straps, she carried a large rubber dildo.
ÒI will fuck you, and then my wife will have you,Ó Master informed
Tabitha.
ÒNo!Ó Tabitha screamed.
Mistress smiled. ÒYour bottom must be opened, dear, thoroughly and
completely. This is only the first of many such fuckings you will receive
here. You must learn to get used to them. You must submit to them as
easily as you might submit to having a shot.Ó
Tabitha hated shots. But Mistress walked around to the other side of
the desk, where she still foolishly pressed her face against the wood, and
prised apart TabithaÕs jaws. She inserted the head of the dildo into
TabithaÕs mouth.
ÒSuck. It will protect your teeth from biting your tongue and at the
same time you may prepare yourself, mentally, for having it up your
bottom,Ó Mistress told Tabitha. ÒIn addition to which,Ó she smiled, Òa
nice bit of your saliva on it will make it all the more slippery.Ó
The dildo was not yet lubricated, save for the spit which TabithaÕs
mouth now deposited on it, but Master was ready. He presented himself to
her and pressed hard. She felt him drive in. Her cheeks split upon him, and
then he encountered her last defense, her small tight-mouthed sphincter.
He was in no mood now to wait. His hands upon his cock had driven him to
a fever pitch of desire. He shoved. She screamed and drew herself tighter.
Her ass clenched upon him, as if trying to keep him there, in the crevice of
her bottom. Indeed this is exactly what she was doing, but it was not to
keep him from leaving her. Rather it was to keep him from going in
deeper.
With a grunt Master drew back and gave a new shove. Tabitha
screamed, the dildo warping her cry. She barely held him back. Just then
Taylor walked into the room. His cock was stiff. A ring was around his
penis, clenching it, making the blood pool in the furthermost part of his
dick and turning the knob of his cock all purple. Tabitha blushed when she
realized it was him.
ÒI-- I canÕt stand this anymore,Ó Taylor confessed to Mistress. With
a finger Mistress beckoned Taylor over to her. She reached down and
loosened his cock ring. Taylor sighed with relief.
ÒIn a moment IÕll put a second one around your balls,Ó Mistress told
Taylor. ÒOh, God,Ó Taylor gasped.
ÒWhat is it?Ó Mistress asked.
ÒI have to pee also,Ó Taylor confessed. He wriggled his hips with
need. His cock waggled in front of TabithaÕs eyes.
ÒPee here,Ó Mistress said.
ÒWhat?Ó Taylor asked.
ÒRight here. Right in her face,Ó Mistress said. She pointed to
Tabitha, still holding the dildo so that Tabitha could not expel it from her
mouth.
With a mischievous grin, Taylor took aim at TabithaÕs face. She
shouted to him not to do it, but the dildo in her mouth made her words
come out all mangled. It was no matter, Taylor would not have been
dissuaded from this boyish prank even if he had understood her. With
Mistress patting his bottom with her free hand, he pissed.
ÒNooooooo!Ó Tabitha bleated. At that moment, feeling TaylorÕs piss
splash in her face, she forgot about her bottom. Master welcomed the
distraction. He shoved himself hard against her. He entered, abruptly,
thrusting past the ring of muscle guarding TabithaÕs innermost place.
Tabitha shrieked when she realized what had happened. But there was no
stopping Master now. He burrowed deep. Tabitha haplessly clenched her
bottom on him but her defenses were breached. Her tightness only served
to heighten MasterÕs enjoyment.
TaylorÕs pee lessened. At last it stopped. He gave a sigh of
satisfaction. Turning to Mistress he asked if he might try his own luck
with Tabitha, when Master was finished.
ÒOf course, dear, if you wish,Ó Mistress replied. ÒShe is Miss
Bottom. Her bottom exists for our pleasure.Ó Then she reached down to
TaylorÕs cock ring. She took it off. Dangling it before TabithaÕs eyes with
her finger, while addressing Taylor, or, rather, his penis, Mistress said, ÒI
want nothing to hold you back. I want you to go as deep into her as you
can.Ó Tabitha shrieked anew, but with the dildo stuffed in her mouth her
cries came out like gagging, babbling baby sounds. Mistress touched a
finger under TabithaÕs nose. She felt the girlÕs breath exhaling, then
inhaling, hot and ragged, like one perched on the very edge of extreme
emotions. ÒGood. She is still able to breathe,Ó Mistress said. Her voice
was cold, clinical. She touched a finger to TaylorÕs cock and he quivered.
ÒYou frighten me with the way you express yourself,Ó Taylor said.
His dick shuddered as he spoke. Mistress traced the veins on his penis, as
if sizing them up for cutting. ÒYou are always so dispassionate,Ó Taylor
explained. ÒNothing disturbs or distresses you. You speak of the most
perverse things without batting an eyelash.Ó
Mistress smiled. ÒIt is all a matter of control,Ó she replied. She
tickled Taylor under his cockhead as she spoke. He felt provoked to spend.
He held himself back with only the most extreme effort. Suddenly he was
reduced in their conversation to puffing through his grimly set lips.
ÒControl,Ó Mistress said again. ÒI began of course as a virgin, frightened
and unwilling,Ó she explained. ÒBut gradually I was trained.Ó
ÒWere your lovers as controlled as you yourself are now?Ó Taylor
managed to ask. He was still barely able to speak, his words huffing out
through his lips as if escaping from a squeezed balloon.
ÒThey were very demanding,Ó Mistress said. She moved her finger
slightly down the shaft of his cock. She was still tickling him, but in a
less sensitive place, playing with the organ of his pleasure like a violinist
stroking a prized instrument. ÒMy father worked for an oil company. At
14 I decided to run away from home. But we were living as ex-Pats in
Saudi Arabia. So when I ran away, with my lover, I ran straight from
American freedom into Purdah. My lover proved to have strict Moslem
views on the isolation of women, but western views with regard to
perversion. You might say I got the worst of both worlds, isolation plus
Ernest Greene.Ó She flung back her hair. She was still tickling Taylor.
She moved her finger back to the sensitive spot on his cock where sheÕd
begun. ÒI was in fetters for a whole year,Ó she said. ÒDid you know that
the Inquisition still lingers on in Saudi Arabia? It has nothing to do with
Catholicism, of course. But the backward monarchy there thinks nothing
of using Feudal tortures to help its victims say what it wishes to hear.Ó
ÒBut you... did nothing wrong,Ó Taylor gasped.
ÒI ran away from my parents,Ó Mistress answered. She looked at him
with her clear, dark eyes.
ÒB- But your lover...Ó Taylor stammered.
ÒHe was a prince, of course,Ó Mistress smiled. ÒHe was also the
junior minister for confessions. He helped run the womenÕs prison. I
didnÕt know that until after IÕd fled my parents, of course. He made me a
special guest there. His special guest.Ó
ÒOh Goddd,Ó Taylor sighed. He wrenched his penis out of her hand.
She looked at him with disappointment.
ÒSorry. But I was about to lose it,Ó Taylor said. He stared at his
cock. It shivered but he somehow managed to keep it from turning him
into a human geyser.
Meanwhile, there was now an unmistakable odor of shit in the air.
Tabitha had not been enemized prior to being fucked. Master had just gone
ahead and poled her, and now his dick, sliding in and out of her clutching
rectal tube, was covered with chestnut-colored slime. But Master didnÕt
seem to mind. The knowledge that he was plumbing her to the core, even
drawing out her most intimate juices, seemed to inspire him more.
ÒArenÕt you finished yet, dear?Ó Mistress asked Master.
ÒAlmost,Ó Master grunted. He was doing a superb job of fucking the
girl, holding his seed back despite her frantic gyrations, and he was
pleased to see that his wife noticed. It was annoying to watch her fondle
another manÕs dick while he himself was putting on such a good show.
Mistress lifted TaylorÕs penis. She exposed the fullness of his balls to
Tabitha.
ÒLook how much!Ó Mistress told Tabitha. ÒAnd my husband has as
much or more. Soon all if it will be in you. All of it up your tight little
ass. Where will you put it all? Your cheeks will bloom with all the
nourishment they receive.Ó Mistress laughed. Her breasts shook. At that
moment Master lost himself. He let his sperm gush forth, pumping it into
TabithaÕs tight channel. She screamed. She felt his milk shooting up into
the innermost places in her body. She was full of him, and now she was
flooded with him too, the fake cock in her mouth reminding her that she
was little more than a toy, to be used and perhaps, chillingly, to be
disposed of when they had finally managed to break her.
Master finished his course and removed himself from TabithaÕs ass.
He stumbled over to a leather couch and lay down. But there was no relief
for Tabitha, for no sooner had Master removed himself than Mistress,
gazing at Taylor, said,
ÒYou go next. IÕm liable to stretch her.Ó
ÒMmmm, sloppy seconds,Ó Taylor said, taking up the requisite
position at TabithaÕs backside.
ÒIs she torn?Ó Mistress asked in her nonplussed manner. Taylor bent
down. He checked the ring of TabithaÕs butthole. He spread her cheeks
with his hands to do it. Tabitha felt like a cow, being opened for
inspection at market. As he looked at her TaylorÕs dick, presented but not
yet inserted, wobbled stiffly in front of his loins.
ÒNo. I donÕt see any blood,Ó Taylor said.
ÒYou were not vigorous enough,Ó Mistress called to her husband. He
grunted, gazing at himself growing limp on the couch.
ÒI was careful,Ó he said. ÒYou may be careful or not, as suits your
purpose.Ó
Tabitha tried to rise.
ÒWho, stay down girl,Ó Mistress said. She clapped both her hands to
TabithaÕs head and pressed down on her pretty hair.
ÒHold still, girl,Ó Taylor advised. ÒYou will only make it worse for
yourself if you move unexpectedly.Ó He pushed inward. Tabitha, the dildo
still jammed in her mouth, tried to speak. It came out all garbled but
Taylor did hear one word, or thought he did: Òrejected.Ó
ÒYes, I rejected you as a lover,Ó Taylor told Tabitha, sliding up her
behind. ÒBut I am not averse to giving myself pleasure. And since your
butt is so conveniently available, why not? I wish to cum. Willingly or
unwillingly, you offer me a tight, lubricated place to stuff myself. What
man could turn that down? Move your bottom back and forth when I tell
you. But not before. I would rather rip you another day, and have you in
the meantime as tightly available as possible.Ó He looked at Mistress,
even as he burrowed deep into Tabitha. Mistress sighed.
ÒYou men are too gentle,Ó Mistress said. ÒWhat fun is it if there
isnÕt a little blood?Ó
Taylor ran his course. Tabitha screamed, for he was the second
large object sheÕd had to endure. He had no doubt that taking two cocks
like that, in rapid succession, was quite uncomfortable for her. He pumped
Tabitha until he came and then he filled her with the effusion of his
desire. But despite her cries, as he pulled himself back, he could swear
that he felt her clenching extra hard on him. Suddenly he realized that,
difficult as it was for Tabitha to bear him, she was desperately trying to
retain him because she feared Mistress. Taylor reached forward and
stroked the girlÕs hair.
ÒLet go,Ó Taylor said. ÒRelax. You are a beautiful female but you are
also a cunt and a bottom. And today, it is your ass that we pay tribute to.
Your little shit hole. You have come to the wrong place if you think youÕre
going to be spared. Let go of me and do your best to ride out what
Mistress gives you. IÕm sure sheÕll be as gentle with you as circumstances
allow.Ó
To TabithaÕs shock, Mistress was gentle. Despite her threats,
despite her ominous warnings, the woman did not in fact take Tabitha up
the ass. Instead, delivering the (much needed) coup de grace, the woman
plunged the artificial penis into TabithaÕs cunt. The girl rode the object
hard. She was grateful to have it out of her mouth and in a place where it
wouldnÕt destroy her. She orgasmed three times. Mistress, with the dildo
strapped to her body, also orgasmed, for one of the straps on the fake
penis ran between the lips of her cunt. They shared raw, hot, urgent sex.
It might easily have been two newlyweds who were copulating, but
instead it was two women, for the men were content to watch from the
sidelines.
ÒIt hurts,Ó Tabitha whined later. She was sitting on a toilet now,
and feeling her evening meal sliding out of her bowels.
ÒOf course it hurts,Ó Mistress replied. She wore a bathrobe. She
was watching the girl, seemingly like a mother toilet-training a child.
ÒI donÕt like it to hurt,Ó Tabitha complained.
ÒYou wonÕt have to wipe,Ó Mistress told her. ÒJust press the flusher
when youÕre done and a spray of water will caress your behind.Ó
ÒBut-- Oooh, that will hurt too!Ó Tabitha groaned, for her bottom
was red-striped from the whip.
ÒWe are here to expose our bodies to everything,Ó Mistress said to
Tabitha. ÒEverything. Pleasure and, especially, since we live in such a
pain-free world, torment. The flesh was made to experience both. You
will learn to love both, for pleasure is greatest when there is pain, and
then when the pain goes away. Think of your teeth. You probably do not
think about them at all. But if one of your teeth hurt, and then I relived
the pain for you, ahhh, how exquisite would be the pleasure of no longer
having a toothache.Ó
ÒYou are totally twisted,Ó Tabitha said to Mistress.
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