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Andrew Roller Presents
DEATH AND TAXES
Or: the last days of Chandra Levy (junior)
Washington! Our nationÕs capitol, author of the Communications
Decency Act as well as the Monica and Chandra scandals, plus many others
stretching back to Wayne HaysÕ car in the reflecting pool and Thomas
Jefferson, should perhaps author a Congressional Decency Act. It has been
estimated that, based on our nationÕs figures for adultery, approximately
20 percent of congressmen at any given time are having affairs. If, that
is, theyÕre like everyone else. Add money, power, good looks, and
ambition, and the figures are quite likely higher. And as followers of
Washington know, the sexual antics are not confined to those 18 and over.
Perhaps a bit less legislation and a bit more attention to their own
personal doings might prevent tragedy in the future. But not likely, since
the windbags could never confine their blow hard ways to only their
mouths, could they?
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ÒSo what do you do for fun around here?Ó Wendy asked Nicole. The
tall blonde woman looked down at the girl. Ginger, beside her, barely
suppressed a giggle.
ÒWe have sex,Ó Nicole wanted to answer. But truth was a dangerous
virtue in Washington, and Wendy was under-age. Nicole looked at Ginger,
who was still smirking, with a hand over her mouth.
ÒWe, um, have dinner parties,Ó Nicole told Wendy. The young girlÕs
eyes radiated innocence. If she guessed the larger truth beyond NicoleÕs
admission, she didnÕt betray it. Had she heard nothing? No whispers in
the womenÕs bathroom? No veiled comments in the cloak room? Nicole
exchanged glances with Ginger. The brunette had managed to calm herself.
Her hand slipped from her lips. ÒWe have dinner parties,Ó Nicole said
again. Then, with a conspiratorial smile at Ginger, she added, ÒAnd if
youÕd like to come, youÕre welcome.Ó
In any circumstances the arrival of Wendy Sarbelle would have
provoked interest. She was just 17, with a petite figure loaded with
charm. Her face was oval-shaped, some called it elfin, with a pert nose
and large eyes that looked like twin moons. They were blue as heaven.
Fine long lashes adorned them and some time ago, Wendy, at first like all
teen girls enamored of makeup, had realized that in her case none was
needed. Beneath her childÕs nose was her only concession to Revlon and its
like; her full red lips, which seemed forever puckered with wonder as she
took in the new sights of Washington, were painted with a light shade of
lipstick.
Her body was pervert pin-up material. A slender body, utterly
narrow along her ribs and where her belly lay, was overarched with
breasts that vied with grocery cantaloupes in size. Her hips flared, but
gently, leaving no doubt that this was still a girl with room to grow. Her
bottom was high and tight; viewed from behind and from the waist on
down, at a distance, one might have mistaken her for a girl of 12. Her legs
were long as gentle young stalks, delicate and quick of motion. As a new
page she was forever tasked with running last-minute messages down to
the Senate floor. Off she would go, racing down the lengthy corridors,
turning heads of men 50 and beyond with her childish enthusiasm.
Yet inquiries, which Nicole had discreetly made, came back positive,
in terms of prospective dinner party invitations. Wendy had Òexperience
of the penis,Ó as it was said in the frank way women talk when theyÕre
alone. SheÕd had at least one boyfriend back in Idaho but he was now, of
course, conveniently absent. Which meant she no doubt yearned for more
ÒexperiencesÓ but was as yet unable to find them.
ThatÕs where Nicole came in. She was undoubtedly the prettiest
Washington office assistant the city had seen in a long time, in a city that
specialized in mixing men of power with the prettiest women. She had
long blonde hair which she pinned up loosely; the strands which forever
fell before her eyes were prettily, delicately curled, as if just released
from being wrapped around some ardent manÕs prick. Her eyes were
mischievous; they were as dark and wide and sexy as WendyÕs were blue.
And the contrast between the two women did not end there; while WendyÕs
eyes were the color of the sky, her hair was jet-black, mistress black,
which perhaps made her all the more beguiling owing to the innocence she
showed. Nicole, on the other hand, while having big black eyes that
seemed full of mirthful cunning, had pure white-blonde hair, the kind one
might expect to find on some Vestal Virgin.
NicoleÕs body was car-stopping perfect. Before her, looming like
traffic lights, her breasts seemed forever eager to pop from her blouse,
even when she covered them with a vest or jacket. Her hips were sweetly
broad, inviting, it seemed, every man she passed to have her bear their
children. Her legs were long and always on display; she favored skirts
that stopped well above the knee and fishnet stockings, close-woven for
official Washington, were her trademark.
As for Ginger, NicoleÕs new best friend, she was slightly shorter.
Her hair was brown and wavy; it came down to her shoulders where,
seemingly of a purpose, it stopped short so that NicoleÕs greatest assets
could be seen. These were, of course, her tits. If NicoleÕs could stop
traffic, GingerÕs could cause a collision. Huge perfect gourds jutted below
her sweet face. They seemed destined to make her topple forward; men
were forever wanting to reach out to her, it seemed, if not to save her
from landing on her face then to save those precious tits. As large as
GingerÕs breasts were, her body was just the opposite. A delicate pair of
shoulders separated her face from her body and her two big assets; it
seemed when she moved that her slender back ought to snap in two. Her
hips were gentle; all her body fat had gone into her chest. Her legs were
long and slender, her tits had soaked up all the excess.
NicoleÕs previous best friend, Alison, had been a hit at the Òdinner
parties.Ó SheÕd not only introduced herself successfully to half a dozen
senators and twice as many representatives, sheÕd scored a millionaire
husband-to-be and moved to New York. Now the parties were set to roll on
again as the fall season began; Ginger was NicoleÕs new accomplice and,
among those who discussed such things, there was much speculation as to
who, if anyone, would net little Wendy.
ÒI think I would like to come,Ó Wendy said in her high artless voice
to Nicole and Ginger, as the three women walked to lunch on a September
Tuesday. There was only a month left before the new budget year would
begin. After a month-long summer break it was high-tension time in
Congress as the battle lines were drawn for funding different projects.
ÒYouÕd enjoy it, I think,Ó Nicole said to Wendy. She traded glances
with Ginger. The big-chested brunetteÕs hand was again at her mouth.
Ginger had green eyes, in contrast to WendyÕs blue and NicoleÕs black.
Together they might have made a naturalistic technicolor picture; if
Nicole could net Wendy then it would be her decision, and hers alone, as to
which men in Washington got to see that picture up close.
Every man Nicole knew would be panting at her to be chosen, as if
they werenÕt hot enough for her already. Nicole licked her lips and savored
the spotlight sheÕd be in.
At lunch, as the three women sat eating and talking, aware of the
men looking at them but speaking quietly enough to not be overheard,
Nicole began to ease Wendy into some idea of what to expect from a party.
ÒOurs are not quite the traditional kind,Ó Nicole said to Wendy when
Ginger raised the subject.
ÒThey arenÕt?Ó Wendy asked. She glowed with naivete; Nicole
squirmed and forced herself to go on.
ÒNo,Ó Nicole said. ÒHave you heard the word au natural?Ó
ÒAw,Ó Wendy said, imitating Nicole by repeating the wordÕs first
part; harking in her mind, it seemed, back to a foreign language class.
ÒNatural? Yes I think I have,Ó Wendy said.
ÒDo you know what it means?Ó Nicole asked. She looked at Ginger.
The brunetteÕs hand leapt to her mouth again. Wendy looked inward, at no
one in particular but more within herself, and thought a moment. A light
frown knitted her forehead.
ÒIt means without,Ó Wendy said.
ÒYes,Ó Nicole said. ÒBut sometimes being without can mean to be as
well. As in, to be in a state of nature. One is not so much without as
with, but in a manner different from what one normally is.Ó
ÒIt means to be naked!Ó Wendy suddenly enthused, lifting a finger in
delight with her knowledge. This particular comment was unfortunately
spoken more loudly than Nicole or Ginger would have wished. More than a
few well-dressed diners in the tony Washington restaurant looked up from
their meals.
ÒShhhh,Ó Ginger hushed Wendy, with a single finger now pressed to
her lips.
ÒIt means to be bare, to be naked, to be with others in a natural
state,Ó Nicole said to Wendy. ÒThat, my dear, is the essence of the dinner
parties that you said youÕd like to come to, and you would be welcome, I
assure you. If you donÕt speak to loudly of them and donÕt mind being au
natural.Ó
ÒOh my!Ó Wendy said, a moment later, when NicoleÕs words sank in.
A blush suffused her face. Ginger was dying to look around and behind
herself. How many people were watching them, now that Wendy had
spoken up with such childishness? She could see by the look on NicoleÕs
face that she had not anticipated WendyÕs bright announcement and
subsequent flush. Nicole squirmed again, and said,
ÒPerhaps we should speak of it another time.Ó
Of course, wishing to defer conversation on such a topic as naked
dining only piqued the interest of a teenager like Wendy. Despite the girlÕs
conservative Idaho upbringing, as soon as the three women were out of the
restaurant Wendy was bubbling with questions. How often were the
parties? How many people came? What happened, besides the au natural
part?
ÒThere are various requirements,Ó Nicole said to Wendy in as soft a
voice as she could as the three women walked along the street back to the
Capitol building. In the distance, a squeal of tires could be heard.
Someone somewhere was testing his brakes as he caught sight of GingerÕs
bosoms. Or NicoleÕs, or little WendyÕs.
ÒWhat sort of requirements?Ó Wendy asked, all eyes and ears now as
they walked, her long legs hurrying to keep up with the taller and faster-
paced Nicole.
ÒYou would be under my care, exclusively,Ó Nicole said to the girl.
Somewhere another pair of tires squealed. Another man had just seen
WashingtonÕs greatest horizontal monuments. ÒBut I must warn you I
would be somewhat demanding,Ó Nicole told the girl. There was no use in
being too coy with her. The parties, despite their artful Ôau naturalÕ
description, were well-known for heights of decadence.
ÒDemanding?Ó Wendy asked, her lovely black hair flying. Nicole
glanced down at the shorter female.
ÒVirgins are not allowed,Ó Nicole said to Wendy. The girl from Idaho
blushed again, this time even more deeply than she had in the restaurant.
ÒBut that wonÕt be a problem, will it, Wendy?Ó Nicole said.
ÒN- No,Ó Wendy answered, after a long pause.
ÒI didnÕt think it would be,Ó Nicole said. She smiled at the girl, then
in a casual, offhand way, as one might have told Wendy to bring in coffee,
she said, ÒOf course there is more than one virgin route. You would be
expected to offer up your others also.Ó To WendyÕs surprised look Nicole
added, ÒIf those are untested it will be all the better.Ó
WendyÕs hands reached round behind herself as they walked along the
sidewalk. She touched the back of her skirt, which had a habit of flipping
up owing to the breezy weather and WendyÕs short hemline that sheÕd
copied from Nicole. But in this case Wendy wasnÕt worrying about her
panties showing.
ÒYou mean they would wish to--?Ó Wendy asked, her face now the
color of the light that was stopping the traffic in the road.
ÒYes, and I would also,Ó Nicole said to the girl. ÒBetween friends at
such parties there can be no privacy. You must understand that, Wendy, or
itÕs pointless to invite you. Ginger and I must not be burdened with you. If
you can be a compliment to us, and to our friends, you are most welcome.
But you must be ready for anything, for anything will surely be done.Ó
ÒBut, if I hesitate?Ó Wendy asked, still feeling her bottom and not at
all sure now if she wished to come. They stopped walking, for they had
just missed the changing of the light which would have allowed them to
cross the street.
ÒUncertainty is always cherished,Ó Nicole told her.
The location of the party proved to be a townhouse in one of
WashingtonÕs wealthiest neighborhoods. It was, as Nicole pointed out to
Wendy before giving her the address, a rented townhouse. The goings-on
inside would be more quickly effaced from all but the participantÕs
memories in such transient quarters. Ginger was assigned to bring Wendy;
Nicole had to arrive ahead of time to see that the caterers had come and
gone. Everything was perfect, the food ready in the kitchen and the dining
table set. The other rooms were ready too, for after-dinner
entertainment.
Ginger rang the doorbell. Nicole answered it and let the two women
in. Immediately they were introduced to three gentlemen. Wendy was
awed to find herself in the presence of one of WashingtonÕs top senators;
unknown to her he had a fetish for young girls. Particularly, as Wendy was
soon to learn, for what they carried behind them and sat upon. The two
other men, younger than the grey-haired Washington eminence who was in
his early 50Õs, were Washington lobbyists. One represented the oil
industry and the other, who was already with his eyes evidencing an
interest in Ginger, was a scion of a wealthy Dairy farmer. He had some
years ago finished college at American University and taken up a personal
interest in milk price supports. Nicole made introductions and then led
the three men to a bedroom. Within a king size bedÕs covers were already
turned down, showing white sheets. On a nightstand beside the bed a
crystal vase held colored condoms arranged in the shape of flowers.
Lubricants brimmed atop a dresser; KY jelly vyed with mineral oil and
vaseline. Snaking out from underneath one of the pillows at the bedÕs
headboard a whip cord showed; its end was knotted, sure to leave a
vigorous mark with even the lightest swish. And then there were, quite
incongruously, set up tall next to the bed along the far well, three full-
length lockers. Each already had a lock upon it. Dangling from each lock
was a little key, and hung from each key was a slim leather neck strap.
ÒIf you gentlemen will prepare yourselves, dinner is ready,Ó Nicole
smiled to the three male guests as sweetly as if inviting them to Sunday
lunch. Ginger gripped WendyÕs hand, lest the girl make an unannounced
leap at the newly closed and locked front door. ÒWhen you have everything
in the lockers, youÕll find the keys easily put round your necks,Ó Nicole
told the men. ÒThen weÕll be just in there,Ó she said, pointing down the
hall, ÒOr soon to arrive, as soon as we undress.Ó
The three men nodded. They were quite unable to suppress the grins
that had spread across their faces, except for the oldest, who looked as
sober as he might have if he were about to vote against teen pregnancy.
The two pairs of threesomes bid a brief farewell; pulling Wendy by the
hand, Ginger led her down the hall, Nicole following.
ÒBut--Ó Wendy said, all eyes and full of questions when the three
women had gained the privacy of a room equipped just like the one theyÕd
left the men in.
ÒShhhh,Ó Ginger told Wendy. ÒGet out of your things. This is an au
natural party, as Nicole told you.Ó Nicole looked to Wendy. The girl,
blinking, seemed unwilling to undo the buttons of her page girl vest. Then,
the next moment, she started in on them, still gazing at her companions
with artless innocence.
When Wendy was down to her stockings and high-heeled shoes, her
garters loosed from her stockings and hanging free, her hands about to pull
down her white school girl panties, Nicole stopped her.
ÒIt would be better, donÕt you think dear Ginger, if little Wendy here
were still partly dressed when we met the men?Ó the ever-inventive
Nicole asked her new best friend.
ÒYes,Ó Ginger said, musing now as she unleashed her tits from a
black bra. ÒAnd she should be punished when she is finally convinced to
get out of her clothes.Ó
ÒPunished?Ó wide-eyed Wendy asked, her blue eyes almost making
Nicole wet.
ÒYes, dear. Pull down your bra and letÕs see the effect,Ó Nicole said,
herself now undressed but for her fishnet stockings. And her high black
heels, which she intended to keep on at least through dinner. Nicole
reached out and clasped the cups of WendyÕs bra. It was a delicate white
bra, cupping her young school girl titties. Gently Nicole eased it down; it
was tight and finally she had to yank it; WendyÕs boobs sprang free. ÒOh
my! They are like sweet big apples!Ó Nicole said. And indeed they were,
luscious giant-sized Washington state apples, with pink tender nipples
surmounting ivory-white cones. Wendy had been busy studying in August
for her Washington internship. She had not gotten out much in the sun,
just a little, tanning her belly and thighs but leaving her breasts and
bottom, which was yet to be revealed, as snow-white as on the day of her
birth. And almost as innocent, save for a few back-seat trysts with her
boyfriend.
ÒWe will make you undress. And punish you afterwards. Just a
little, to amuse the men,Ó Ginger suggested to Wendy. Nicole nodded, if
not for the girl then for herself, for it sounded like a capital idea.
ÒBut--Ó Wendy bleated, but both women took her hands.
ÒYou should just follow along at first, and do as is suggested,Ó
Nicole said to Wendy. ÒLater you might take the lead a little. Which
gentleman did you like best?Ó
ÒOh I never knew the senate minority leader would be here,Ó Wendy
gushed, still wide-eyed innocence even with her titties showing.
ÒActually heÕs the senate whip,Ó Nicole said, and the pun,
unintended, was nonetheless caught by Ginger, whose hand flew to her
mouth and stopped a laugh.
ÒOoooh,Ó Wendy said, corrected, scrunching her nose a little and
considering the matter as if preparing for a civics class. ÒWell whatever
he is,Ó Wendy said. ÒHeÕs quite handsome!Ó
ÒIÕm glad you like him,Ó Nicole said. She smiled at Ginger. It
appeared theyÕd made a perfect match. They would be well rewarded if Mr.
Jacobson could get himself up into WendyÕs seat. And Nicole had just the
spice to set the whole thing off, she realized now, still holding WendyÕs
hand and admiring her boobs. Nicole turned to Ginger and asked her to go
out ahead of them and greet the men.
ÒMake sure theyÕre comfortable, or as much as men with rampant
cocks can be,Ó Nicole said to Ginger, provoking a guilty laugh from Wendy.
Then Nicole bent close to Ginger and whispered in her ear.
ÒOoooh!Ó Ginger gasped, a moment later.
ÒWhat? What?Ó Wendy asked with eagerness.
ÒYouÕll find out,Ó Nicole told the girl. Ginger laughed and then went
out. Nicole left Wendy standing with her bra pulled down to show her tits,
the horizontal strap of it binding her just below her boobs, lifting them
and supporting them a little even as it left her high tits bare. She went to
a closet in the bedroom and opened it and rummaged around in it. She
pulled a hat box down from the closetÕs upper shelf. Out of it she pulled a
military cap which she placed upon her head. It was a perfect fit, for she
had ordered the things in the townhouse in advance so that all would be
ready for their party.
ÒAre you joining the military?Ó Wendy asked, seeing Nicole in her
fishnets and new hat, an unlikely general in all but the wars of eros.
ÒFor just a little while. To train you,Ó Nicole told the girl. Wendy
blushed.
ÒLet me see what else I can find,Ó Nicole said, turning again, after
checking herself in a full-length mirror that hung from the closet door,
and again rummaging through the closetÕs contents. She had not placed the
items herself; close-mouthed delivery personnel from a local shop had
done that. A moment later she found two long black gloves. She pulled
them on. They covered her arms to above the elbows. ÒCome and tie these
on my arms for me,Ó Nicole bade her young charge. Wendy walked over to
the woman in her high white heels, wobbling on them a little as she went
owing to her newfound nervousness in such surroundings. The gloves had
laces on them, which hung down from above NicoleÕs elbows. Carefully
Wendy tied the laces onto NicoleÕs upper arms. ÒThank you,Ó Nicole told
Wendy. ÒIÕll be gentler on your bottom because of your consideration.Ó
ÒOooohh, donÕt scare me like that,Ó Wendy said. Nicole walked over
to the bed, checking the fit of her military cap as she went by pulling on
its broad black visor which stuck out over her eyes. She reached down and
tugged on the whip cord, which, identical to the one in the other bedroom,
lay half-hidden under the pillow. WendyÕs eyes grew even larger than they
already were when Nicole yanked out the whip.
ÒThis is for your bottom,Ó Nicole said to Wendy. ÒTonight it is,
anyway.Ó Wendy blanched and drew back; Nicole advanced on her, her large
breasts seemingly wiggling with a predatory bounce. ÒOn another night it
will be surely used on some other girlÕs bottom and, if it has been used
before, it was no doubt a girl like yourself who felt it, or a woman like
me,Ó Nicole smiled, adding the last bit with a memory seemingly flitting
briefly before her eyes. ÒWho knows, I may feel it also but you surely
will, and I expect no true complaints when the time comes, no absolute
resistance.Ó Nicole bent and kissed WendyÕs cheek, as the girl stared up at
her wondrously, aware with open-mouthed wonder, like some frightened
goldfish, of the whip dangling in her hand. ÒTurn around. Your head, silly,Ó
Nicole corrected, reaching out and stopping the girl from turning bodily.
ÒLook at your bottom. See it in the mirror?Ó She pointed to WendyÕs ass,
fresh as a newgrown pumpkin in the closet door that faced them. ÒSee
how high and tight it is, how white a target and inviting? No man could
resist belaying that a little, and if I can confess for myself, I like it too.
By morning it will be almost as pretty, or prettier, depending on oneÕs
tastes. For then it will be a strong shade of red, with little ribboned
strips of crimson. You will sit at dinner but tomorrow you will be
thankful its a weekend, for sitting in the office would be quite impossible.
But you must not think that you will have suffered a loss. No, no, you will
have gained, my dear. In experience, and in testing the limits of what you
are able to bear. Expanding them a little, I hope, or else all is a waste
here tonight, for you must be a bit adventuresome to advance as I wish you
to in Washington.Ó Nicole bent and kissed WendyÕs hair, for the girlÕs face
was now turned away from her as she contemplated her naked arse.
ÒWill- will it hurt?Ó Wendy asked, sizing up her bottom now with
her hands, gazing above her split peach at the whip Nicole was holding.
ÒYes, dear. It is meant to,Ó Nicole said gently.
ÒOh I hope it does not hurt too much!Ó Wendy, who had already
resolved to appreciate whatever Nicole introduced her to tonight, said
with girlish hesitancy.
ÒNo more than you can bear, if youÕre willing to endure,Ó Nicole told
her. She kissed Wendy again, bringing her face round now with a hand on
the girlÕs chin, so that she could kiss her mouth. WendyÕs eyes flew wide
at the touch of NicoleÕs lips on her own. She had never kissed a woman
before! ÒItÕs all in good fun,Ó Nicole assured Wendy, when she let the girl
go.
ÒAl- Alright,Ó Wendy said.
ÒWendy refused to take off her panties,Ó Ginger told the three
gentlemen present when Nicole and Wendy had joined them in the dining
room. Nicole swished her whip. Wendy looked from her two girlfriends to
the men and back again, her innocence quite evident.
ÒDo you still refuse to take off your panties?Ó Nicole asked Wendy.
Firmly the girl set her lip. As instructed in the bedroom by Nicole, she
answered,
ÒYes.Ó
ÒVery well then. Come to the table, young lady,Ó Nicole said to
Wendy. To Ginger, who was standing at the table, behind the chair where
Wendy would sit, she said, ÒIs her place ready?Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Ginger answered. Reaching the table, Wendy saw her
place was set, just like the others, china place settings under a warm
glow of table-set candles. But unlike the other plates, which were empty
and waiting to have the food passed around, there was already something
on WendyÕs plate. It was black and short and stubby. It looked like a turd.
ÒWah- WhatÕs this? WhatÕs this on my plate?Ó Wendy asked, as
Ginger drew out her chair for her to sit.
ÒOh,Ó Nicole said. She reached past Wendy and picked the item up.
ÒI donÕt think thatÕs something I could eat,Ó Wendy, utterly
unprepared for this development, said frankly. Nicole examined the thing,
seemingly for the first time but in fact knowing all along, unlike Wendy,
that it would be waiting.
ÒYou wonÕt have to eat it, dear,Ó Nicole said to Wendy. ÒItÕs for your
bottom.Ó
ÒFor my bott--Ó Wendy cried, as Ginger failed to suppress a laugh.
The men chuckled.
ÒSo you donÕt have to go potty before dinner is finished and weÕre
excused,Ó Nicole told the girl. Sexily she put the end of the butt plug to
her lips. She licked it, seemingly willing to eat it. Wendy, already
blushing, grew a shade of red akin to apples. ÒTake down your panties,
Wendy,Ó Nicole ordered the girl.
After much hesitation, Wendy complied. Then, again at NicoleÕs
insistence, with the woman slapping her lightly across her cheek, Wendy
got down on her knees on the roomÕs plush carpet. Nicole knelt down
behind her.
ÒIÕll take the front,Ó Cindy said, and got down in front of Wendy and
held her by her shoulders. There, in front of the three men, who stood
watching, WendyÕs bottom was lubricated with mineral oil that one of the
men handed down to Nicole, he having brought it from the menÕs bedroom
at CindyÕs suggestion. When WendyÕs ass was prepared, the butt plug was
wettened, this time with the oil instead of NicoleÕs mouth. Then,
spreading WendyÕs cheeks gently, her rear school girl cheeks that were so
high and tight, Nicole introduced the butt plug to her anal ring. It proved
of a bothersome tightness. Nicole had to grunt, her boobs swaying, to
finally get the plug up Wendy as the girl shrieked repeatedly and tried to
rise. Cindy, heavy-titted and huffing like a horse, held the young girl
down.
ÒThere,Ó Nicole said, when the procedure was finished. She wiped
her brow with the back of her hand. She replaced a strand of curling black
hair that had fallen across her eyes. Then, licking her lips with
satisfaction, she said, ÒLetÕs eat.Ó
Wendy ate with her breasts tossing to and fro, wiggling freely, but
in her bottom, on which she sat now quite uneasily, there was the hard,
black buttplug. Whenever she moved she was conscious of it. Taking a
bite, swallowing it, always aware that what she was putting into her
mouth must inevitably come out of her down there, and that the thing in
her there must be pulled free before she could relieve herself. Her
companions ate with lusty eagerness, yet a kind of disciplined casualness
also. Under the table Wendy knew the men were rampant, particularly the
younger two. Her female friends ate with legs apart, or sometimes
rubbing together, contemplating, as Wendy did, what must shortly be
shoved up within them. For Wendy there was also the constant reminder
of the whip, lying on the table now, next to her place and NicoleÕs, who sat
beside her. Either of them might grab it but Wendy knew that it was the
taller woman who would inevitably take it and wield it, as she said she
would like to in the bedroom, and it was Wendy who was destined to
receive it. On her bottom, which she was already discomfited by but
which she would find ever more so woeful when the whip had been
brandished repeatedly across it. Conversationally, about mid-meal, the
senator said to Wendy,
ÒYou have a fine ass, my dear. I look forward to seeing it hit with
the whip.Ó WendyÕs eyes bulged in response. The senator laughed at her
naivete.
ÒThank him for the compliment,Ó Nicole told Wendy.
ÒTh- thank you, sir,Ó Wendy said, feeling butterflies rise in her
stomach. She had felt queasy already several times already this evening,
especially when she blushed, as she was blushing now. It took an effort of
will, and the memory of the pleasure sheÕd shared with her boyfriend, to
keep from becoming overexcited and possibly tossing her meal. ÒThank
you,Ó Wendy said again. She looked down at her dinner.
ÒShe is being so good,Ó Nicole smiled at everyone.
After the meal, before she was to be whipped, they removed the butt
plug from her ass and allowed her a sit on the toilet. Then each of them
took a turn on the toilet, relieving themselves in whatever way pleased
them, and afterwards it was straight to the whipping chamber that Nicole
had prepared for them to play in. The room was cold. Wendy walked
daintily on tip-toe as she crossed the roomÕs chilly floor.
ÒWhat- what is this place?Ó Wendy asked, aghast and blushing again,
feeling the butterflies rise in her tummy once more. She saw hooks and
chains, strange contraptions, pillars of wood and noses of rope.
ÒIt is designed for a young girl to be introduced to pain, as you will
be my dear,Ó Nicole answered Wendy. ÒPrevious to tonight you have only
ever used your bottom to sit upon. Now you will learn of its many other
uses; its erotic uses. You have already had the acquaintance of the butt
plug, which we left sitting on the floor by the toilet,Ó Nicole said.
ÒYes, good riddance!Ó Wendy said, reaching back and feeling her
hiney. It felt much better now that she didnÕt have that hard rubber up in
it anymore.
ÒBut there is so much more,Ó Nicole said.
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