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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Torrid Tweens
Chapter Eleven
It was a beautiful sunny morning. Brittney admired the wild flowers
along the roadside as Marie drove her to Arlington Dam. They went in a
convertible, the top down. Marie made Brittney wear a t-shirt for the
girlÕs bra would have attracted unwanted notice from the guard. They had
to stop and pay the man $2.00 to enter the park. He gazed with delight at
them as they did; Marie looked lovely in her yellow bikini and Brittney,
modestly wearing her t-shirt, looked like her daughter. A young healthy
mother and her child, the guard no doubt thought, wishing he might have
the opportunity to sire another child with this delicious woman. They
drove away as he grinned after them; Brittney giggled into her hand.
ÒHe thinks youÕre my mom,Ó Brittney told Marie.
ÒYes. How it would surprise him to know IÕm your domme, eh?Ó
Marie answered. She looked at the girl, her eyes glowing with mischief.
Brittney, who was no Elspeth, slunk lower in her seat. She was not sure
why she was going along with this woman, letting her do with her as she
pleased. It frightened her and yet somehow it exhilarated her. Oh well,
she told herself. A swim at the beach canÕt be too scary. Something about
Marie doesnÕt strike me as being the sort who would introduce me to boys
again. She is too refined; she would not do something like that.
Marie parked the car. They walked down to the beach. The blonde
woman carried a beach umbrella along. Brittney was required to carry a
picnic basket. When they found a spot, near the water, Marie put the
umbrella up, telling Brittney to spread out their towel. The girl obeyed.
Then they sat down, and Brittney carefully pulling her t-shirt off. Marie
smiled. There were not too many people on the beach; just a few families.
ÒImagine the lifeguard seeing me now,Ó Brittney said. She tugged at
the teensy cups which clutched at her large immodest bosoms. She was
mostly naked; the bra was so tiny it just covered her nipples. The tips of
BrittneyÕs breasts rose in pebble hardness, making little tents out of her
bra cups. The brunette smoothed her hands down her flat belly, after
adjusting her bra to make sure her nipples stayed trapped. She tugged at
her panties. They were bedroom panties, really, not fit for public wear.
She moved the tiny swatch of fabric a little to the left; in sitting down, it
had become askew, showing a part of her pubic thatch. ÒThis is very
naughty,Ó Brittney said. She glanced around. The prospect of having such
a loathsomely tiny bikini on, one which snaked up into her crotch, the
gusset was so narrow and string-like, was making her dell uncomfortably
moist. It was not just the rubbing, though that was bad enough, the thing
moving with string-like dissatisfaction in her loins. It was the thought of
how she was dressed, the utter luridness of it. If anyone saw-- anyone at
all! Brittney reached for a towel they had brought along. It was a big
towel. She lifted it and pulled it across her shoulders. She held it close
to herself, letting it wrap her like a blanket.
ÒYou are too modest. Take that off,Ó Marie insisted. She took the
towel from Brittney and re-folded it.
ÒI-- perhaps I should go for a swim,Ó Brittney said. Yes! The water
would cover her. No one would see.
ÒI donÕt want you getting your new bikini wet,Ó Marie said to the
girl. She opened the picnic basket. She took out a bottle of champagne.
She popped it. The sound of the cork made a man turn and look toward
them. But he was with his family, his wife and a small child and a baby. If
he was intrigued by the two distant females, one blonde and athletic, the
other young and inadequately dressed, he did not show it. His wife was
busy telling him something. He turned and looked at her again, nodding as
she explained something about their baby. Marie handed Brittney a
sparkling glass. It was fluted, a glass for champagne. She poured the girl
a drink. Brittney looked at the fine small bubbles rising in the filled
glass.
ÒAre you getting your bikini wet?Ó Marie asked the girl. She raised
an eyebrow. Brittney blushed, as she sat holding her champagne glass, the
glass cool in her hand, the shade of the umbrella keeping her lovely white
skin out of the sun.
ÒI- I havenÕt gone swimming yet,Ó Brittney said. Quickly she put the
glass to her lips. She drank. Marie glanced down at her belly, and at her
pantied crotch. As Brittney drank her tits wiggled in their too small cups.
ÒI think you are,Ó Marie said, her eyes fixed on BrittneyÕs pussy.
With her glass still to her lips, the girl hastily reached down to herself.
She plucked at her panties, pulled the string-like gusset free of herself.
Marie reached down. With her hand, which was bare-fingered, for she had
left her gloves back at the house, she touched the fabric of BrittneyÕs
newly freed panty-crotch. It was wet. Marie shook her head. Brittney
gasped and burped, taking the champagne glass away from her mouth now,
feeling a little dizzy as the champagne settled in her empty stomach.
ÒYou ARE wet,Ó Marie said to the girl.
ÒI- IÕm sorry,Ó Brittney said. ÒPerhaps if I swim?Ó Marie shook her
head. She took sandwiches from the picnic basket.
ÒWe are not here to swim, darling,Ó Marie said. ÒWe are here to
meet a gentleman. He is quite an interesting fellow,Ó Marie said. She took
a bite of her sandwich. ÒHe likes to meet young girls and strip them to
their underwear and punish them. Apparently he heard of you and he has
requested you. While I am with my client this afternoon you will be with
him.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Brittney gasped, refusing the sandwich that Marie tried to
hand her.
ÒThere can be no interruption in your training,Ó Marie said. ÒThatÕs
why I gave you a white bikini to wear. Not only because it is such a pure
color, which it is, but because it so resembles underwear, and sexy
underwear at that, which the gentleman should find quite irresistible.
Though I donÕt know, exactly,Ó Marie said, reflecting as she chewed her
sandwich. ÒPerhaps a school girl outfit would have been better.
Sometimes men like him actually prefer the true purity of modest panties
and a well-cupped bra. The sense of violation is greater, I suppose.Ó
ÒOh, this is awful!Ó Brittney said. However she noticed that her
bikini, which had snapped back up into her crotch, Marie having let go of it
a minute or so earlier, was growing even wetter. Her nipple cups tented
more extremely. Her tits were hard as pebbles at the tips, her soft big
breasts jiggling in near nudity as she now began squirming on the blanket.
ÒI must-- I must go!Ó Brittney said.
ÒYou will remain seated and enjoy your lunch,Ó Marie said, moving
the towel away from her so that Brittney could not again clutch it to
herself. The near-naked girl shivered under the umbrella. She accepted
the sandwich Marie put into her hands. She unwrapped it. It was peanut
butter and jelly; she bit into it eagerly despite her newfound fears; peanut
butter and jelly was her favorite type of sandwich and she had not had any
breakfast. The feeling of the sandwich in her belly calmed her a little,
settling the champagne.
ÒWhat- what does the man want with me?Ó Brittney asked Marie.
The woman smiled.
ÒThere will be whips, chains, a good hard thrashing for your tender
bottom,Ó Marie said. ÒEverything that the training of a good slave
requires.Ó
ÒI do not want to be a slave,Ó Brittney said.
ÒOh but you do, my darling,Ó Marie countered. ÒYou have allowed
yourself to be placed into my hands. You could have spoken to the guard as
we entered. You could have told him your situation-- perhaps he would
have thought you were only joking; he did, as you said earlier, think I was
your mother. But maybe he would have taken you seriously. Yet you said
nothing.Ó
ÒI-- I didnÕt think of it,Ó Brittney said.
ÒYou didnÕt think of it because you want to be a slave,Ó Marie said.
ÒNO!Ó Brittney shouted. Her hair fell into her face as she said it.
The man with the wife and the small child and baby turned again. Marie
reached up and pushed back BrittneyÕs hair, clearing it from in front of her
eyes.
ÒDo not shout,Ó Marie told the girl. ÒThere will be plenty of
opportunity for that. But not here.Ó
ÒOhhh, what am I going to do?Ó Brittney cried. Remorsefully she
took another bite of her sandwich. In that strange way that the mind can
entertain two concepts at once, even as she trembled at what Marie had
told her, she remarked to herself that it was indeed a very delicious
peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with butter added just as she liked it,
and the peanut butter being creamy not crunchy.
ÒYou do not know what you want. You are only 13,Ó Marie said to the
girl. ÒYou must experience. You must learn. Have you ever worn such a
naughty bikini before?Ó
ÒN- No,Ó Brittney confessed.
ÒAnd yet now you are enjoying it, secretly, the rubbing of the string
in your dell making you wet, the tenting of the cups exciting your nipples,Ó
Marie said. ÒSo you are experiencing something for the first time. And
now you will meet a man youÕve never met before. Here he comes now.Ó
Brittney turned, abruptly, gazing fearfully over her lightly tanned
shoulder, her hair swinging back into her eyes as she yanked her head
round. There he was! He was dressed not in a swimsuit but in a business
suit, as a man might wear coming to see his family on a work day, which
this was, being a Tuesday. He strode purposefully down the beach toward
Marie and Brittney. The nearly-naked little brunette shivered as she saw
him approach. She reached again for the towel, blindly, still gawping at
the man, but Marie slid the towel back away from her a little more, to
make sure she could not get it. He must find her this way, decked out in
her pure white underwear-like bikini, with the cups so small and the panty
so abbreviated that he would think immediately of sex. Or of whipping, if
that was indeed his true fancy. Briefly Marie touched her own dell,
thinking of the possibilities, letting herself feel a momentÕs touch of
pleasure through the fabric of her swimsuit. First meetings were always
exciting.
The man reached them. He gazed down at them. He smiled, but only a
little.
ÒYou are Marie?Ó he asked, looking at Brittney.
ÒNo IÕm Brittney!Ó the brunette answered. ÒThatÕs Marie.Ó
ÒOh. Sorry, I got the names mixed up,Ó the man said. He nodded to
Marie. Then he looked again at Brittney. ÒIt is no matter,Ó he said, and ran
his eyes over Brittney, in a way that a man does when he is removing
whatever clothing a girl is wearing. ÒYou will do,Ó the man said to
Brittney. He looked at Marie. ÒMay I take her now?Ó he asked.
ÒMy you are eager,Ó Marie said. There was a note of disapproval in
her voice. Brittney shivered and moved closer to the woman. Compared to
the man, Marie seemed suddenly like a safe haven. ÒSit down a moment
and tell us a little about yourself,Ó Marie said to the man. She offered him
a glass. It was empty, but she reached for the champagne bottle to pour
him a drink. Brittney saw that he had a risen crotch. She imagined his
underpants were wet like her panties.
The man sat down cross-legged on the towel. He was clearly
uncomfortable as he sat; his pants were immodestly tight where his penis
was making his urgency known. Marie looked at the man, at his eagerness.
ÒYou are quite well equipped,Ó Marie said. The man looked down at
himself.
ÒSorry-- I,Ó the man said.
ÒIt is alright,Ó Marie said. ÒIt is what we are here for, is it not?Ó
she looked at Brittney. Despite her fears, the girlsÕ panties felt even
wetter and her nipple cups were poking up like tiny volcanos. The girl put
a hand to her bare flat belly. She rubbed it. She gazed at the man and
realized that she would soon be full of him. It was inevitable; his cock
straining in his pants, his balls no doubt heavy and full under his ridge-
like cock. It was a strange feeling, knowing that a man you had just met
would soon be pumping furiously into you, his sweat upon you, his breath
hot in your face, his cock thrusting urgently, his testicles emptying
themselves with complete abandon, shooting his man-stuff up inside you
where you would keep it safe for him, giving him even a baby like the
woman on the distant blanket had, if he insisted upon it, denying you the
pills you would need to prevent it.
The man pulled a soft white rope from his coat pocket. He glanced
down at it meaningfully; Brittney saw that it matched the color of her
string bikini.
ÒI want to tie her hands,Ó the man said to Marie.
ÒAs you wish,Ó Marie said. ÒBut you have hardly told us anything
about yourself.Ó
ÒItÕs not something I want to do,Ó the man said. He fingered the
rope. ÒIn the past I used to kidnap young girls. That was my favorite way
of satisfying my needs. I loved to feel them struggle in my arms. I spent
once just seeing the sense of helplessness in a girlÕs eyes. I was cruel
then; and I was younger. Now I am older and I realize the risk I was
running in those days. So now I pay for it. You have a beautiful young
fawn here; yes thatÕs what she is, with her long brown hair. And you know
something? Not to insult you-- you are young and beautiful too. But you
look like her mother. ThereÕs something about the two of you together--Ó
ÒYes, we have noticed we have that effect on people,Ó Marie said.
ÒYou will be joining us later?Ó the man asked Marie.
ÒYes. If you wish,Ó Marie said.
ÒI understand you are a dominatrix,Ó the man said. ÒIÕd like you to
punish your-- daughter, for me.Ó
ÒWhatever the circumstances require,Ó Marie smiled.
ÒHer bikini is a disgrace,Ó the man said. ÒI prefer my girls in clean
modest underpants, and a well-cupped bra. This girl is practically naked.Ó
ÒYes. I agree,Ó Marie said. ÒYou are right about that.Ó
ÒAs her mother I want you to provide her with better discipline,Ó the
man said. Marie grinned at the lewdness of the thought of punishing her
own daughter. She decided to up the ante.
ÒI would have expected her father to set a better example,Ó Marie
said to the man. He looked at Brittney.
ÒYou would indeed make a fine daughter,Ó he said.
ÒShe is wilful. She ran away from home and I found her like this,
living on the beach,Ó Marie said to the man.
ÒThat is why I have brought the rope,Ó the man answered. ÒI do not
like using it on my daughter but if she is going to act this way...Ó The
man, whose name was Robert, got behind the brunette. Gently he drew her
arms back behind her. As he did, Marie leaned forward and kissed the girl.
She kissed her right on the lips, saying, as she did so,
ÒWe will make a fine family.Ó
Brittney struggled a little but with herself sandwiched between
Robert and Marie, there was not much she could do. Both of them were
bigger than she was. She felt a bit like jelly in a sandwich, trembling, her
naked tits testing her bra, as Robert tied her hands. When they were
secure Marie draped the towel, the towel which she had kept reaching for,
over her shoulders. Robert had her get up. The towel, draped round her,
hanging down her back, covered the sight of her tied wrists. Her tits
jiggled visibly in her white bra, drawing again the eyes of the man on the
blanket some distance away, who was sitting with his family. Her breasts
and bare belly could be seen, her sexily-covered thatch, the flanks of her
bare tanned thighs, her calves, her bare feet. But in back the towel hid her
tied hands. Robert kissed Marie goodbye and led Brittney up the beach.
When they reached his car, which was a conservative sedan, he untied her
bikini panties.
ÒYou wonÕt be needing these,Ó the man said to BrittneyÕs gasping
surprise. She was facing in towards his car, waiting for him to open the
passenger-side door for her. The blanket draped round her shoulders hid
her newly bared bottom. Her white panties fell onto the parking lot.
Quickly the man opened the car door and put her inside. The man had been
running the air conditioning in the car as he came to the park. As a result
the car, sitting in the shade, was still cool. In fact Brittney let out a yelp
as her bare bottom came into contact with the carÕs cold vinyl seat. The
towel did not help; the man put her into the car too quickly for the towel
to wind up underneath her. After he put the seat belt on Brittney, he went
round to the carÕs driverÕs side. He got in and they drove away, leaving her
panties like a fallen white handkerchief in the parking lot behind them.
They drove out past the guard house with the guard in it. They drove
quickly; he was on the other side, collecting $2.00 from an incoming
family. Robert smiled slightly as he drove them past the guard.
ÒI donÕt want to be your daughter,Ó Brittney said, turning to Robert.
ÒI donÕt care what you want,Ó the man answered. ÒYour mother and I
know whatÕs best for you.Ó
ÒWhat are you going to do with me?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒIÕm going to see that you get enrolled in school again, and are a
good student,Ó Robert answered.
ÒThatÕs ridiculous,Ó Brittney said.
ÒNo itÕs not. YouÕll go to school every day and when you come home,
wearing your clean white school girl uniform, IÕll see to it that you do
your homework,Ó the man said. ÒAll of it.Ó
ÒYouÕre mean,Ó Brittney said, but as she squirmed in the seat beside
the man, who looked about 50, with his stately grey hair and his fine suit,
and his ardent crotch, she couldnÕt help but feel there was something
delightfully wicked in what he was proposing. Imagine! Her being a
daughter again, just like at home, but with parents like this!
ÒWhat grade are you in?Ó the man asked, looking over at Brittney.
ÒSeventh,Ó Brittney answered.
ÒAnd wearing a bikini like that-- like some tramp,Ó the man said.
ÒIt wasnÕt my idea,Ó Brittney said.
ÒDid you think you could just live like that on the beach, like a wild
Indian?Ó the man asked her.
ÒI-- I didnÕt like the way you and mother were treating me,Ó
Brittney said, feeling again the awful lewdness of pretending to be this
manÕs daughter.
ÒYou shouldnÕt be drinking champagne. You should drink milk,Ó
Robert told Brittney.
ÒI donÕt like milk. I prefer champagne,Ó Brittney said.
ÒI think you should be home schooled,Ó Robert said to Brittney.
ÒThat way I can take an immediate hand in your education. I donÕt think
spanking is allowed in the public schools any more, is it?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Brittney said.
ÒI thought not. But we can certainly use it in our home school,Ó the
man said.
ÒI donÕt want to be spanked,Ó Brittney replied.
ÒI would never lay a hand on my daughter if it wasnÕt for the sake of
her education,Ó Robert told Brittney. The girl squirmed in her seat. By
now her bottom had warmed the vinyl. But when she moved, finding a new
section of vinyl as she squirmed, she gasped, for it was still cold.
ÒI hope you donÕt spank hard,Ó Brittney said.
ÒOnly hard enough,Ó the man said. ÒI understand you rode a horse
while you were at MarieÕs?Ó
ÒNot a real horse,Ó Brittney said. Her face took on a sulking look.
She hunkered down a little in her seat.
ÒNo, of course not,Ó the man said. ÒWell youÕre in luck. Your
bedroom will be equipped with just such a horse. I just purchased it
recently. For your education, of course. Did you enjoy riding the horse at
MarieÕs?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Brittney frowned. ÒShe hit me.Ó
ÒOf course she hit you,Ó the man said. ÒIt is the only way to impart
an education properly to a wilful young girl. You will ride on your new
horse that I bought you every day, and I will see to it that your bottom is
well trained by it.Ó
ÒI donÕt want a well-trained bottom,Ó Brittney said.
ÒThen there is the other matter we must discuss,Ó the man said, as
the flower-strewn highway passed them outside.
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒIt is the matter of our sexual relationship,Ó the man said. ÒIÕm glad
your mother isnÕt here. I donÕt think sheÕd approve of a father fucking his
daughter.Ó
ÒYou must stop doing that,Ó Brittney said.
ÒI know,Ó the man answered. ÒBut you must stop teasing me so. Like
that bikini youÕre wearing. Or that you were wearing,Ó he smirked, to
BrittneyÕs dismay, for she realized again just how naked and helpless she
was, wearing only her teensy bra, with the tenting white cups, and the
almost useless blanket, which was now slipping off her shoulders as they
drove and falling down her back.
ÒI want you to know that from now on IÕm going to concentrate on
fucking your tight little ass,Ó the man said. ÒIt will ensure that you donÕt
get pregnant.Ó Brittney squirmed. She had contemplated the manÕs prong
shafting into her belly-- having him empty his obvious need in her guts
was a much more daunting proposition. She looked over at him. His
erection still strained his pants.
ÒWhenÕs the last time you got any?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒYou must not put such questions to your father,Ó Robert replied.
ÒI have to go to the bathroom,Ó Brittney said suddenly. And she did,
it was true. The champagne had worked its way to her bladder.
ÒDonÕt wet my seat,Ó the man said, watching as Brittney squirmed
again.
ÒCanÕt you stop at a gas station or something?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒNot with you dressed like that,Ó the man said. Brittney looked at
him. Her need felt greater than ever.
ÒHow much farther do we have to drive?Ó she asked the man.
ÒAnother half hour,Ó the man said. Brittney fidgeted.
ÒI know weÕre trying to be sexy and everything,Ó Brittney said. ÒBut
honestly, if you donÕt stop IÕm going to pee on your seat.Ó
ÒDamn!Ó the man said. ÒYou would make it difficult, wouldnÕt you?Ó
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Brittney said.
ÒDamn girl,Ó the man muttered. They were approaching a gas station
and he was visibly thinking; suddenly, he made a decision. ÒAlright,Ó he
said. ÒThank god for the blanket that woman gave you.Ó
They pulled into the gas station. They ran over a hose on the ground
that rang a bell. An attendant came running out. Robert looked surprised.
He had not expected help. Then he realized he had pulled into the full-
serve lane. A face gawped at them through the driverÕs side window.
ÒFill Ôer up?Ó a young pimply-faced man asked as Robert grudgingly
put down his window.
ÒAh, no. My daughter just has to use the facilities,Ó Robert said. He
saw the pimply boy gaze past him at Brittney. There was obvious delight
in the boyÕs eyes as he gazed at the girl. For her part Brittney, with her
hands secretly bound behind her, gave the boy a sullen look. He was not
handsome; he was not her type. As Robert had rolled down his window he
had hastily pulled a part of BrittneyÕs long blanket across her lap. It
covered her pubic hair; however her breasts were visible, as the boy now
stared into the car at her, with her too small cups rising perkily at the
end of her soft almost bare tits. Robert handed the boy a $20.00 bill. ÒI
would appreciate you not staring at my daughter, young man,Ó Robert said
in a gentle voice. ÒI just recovered her from the beach where she was
trying to be sexy.Ó
ÒOh! Yes!Ó the gas station attendant said. Brittney saw the young
man find greater interest in the unearned $20.00 tip than in herself; it
dismayed her a little, despite her disinterest in him, that he would so
readily go for a greenback over another lingering look at her tits. But he
was blushing embarrassed at being caught looking at her. Perhaps,
Brittney concluded, it is because IÕm only 13.
Robert caught the idea without her speaking it and said to the young
man, ÒYou know how it is, with these younger children. Sometimes they do
silly things.Ó
ÒOh yes sir,Ó the gas station attendant said. And he turned away,
clearly blushing now not only at his earlier interest in Brittney, but in her
youthfulness, for he looked to be almost 20, despite his bad complexion.
Robert rolled up his window. He pulled the car forward to a parking
space along the side of the gas station.
ÒYou practically called him a pervert, but youÕre the bigger pervert,Ó
Brittney said ruefully to Robert.
ÒIÕm your father,Ó the man corrected. ÒIÕm allowed to take an
interest in my daughter.Ó
ÒYouÕre a pervert,Ó Brittney said, sulking.
Robert parked the car. He got out and came around to where Brittney
was sitting. He opened the door on her side of the car.
ÒIÕm going to untie your hands,Ó Robert said. Noticing her sulky look,
he added, ÒI suggest you not use your hands to resist me. YouÕll need them
to cover your pussy.Ó
Then Robert got Brittney out of the car. And, indeed, she had to cup
her newly untied hands to her dell, for she had no panties on. Robert
draped the long towel on her shoulders again. It hung down her back,
hiding her bare ass. But it could not hide her in front, there was not
enough of the towel for that, and Brittney thought she saw the gas station
attendant, and the other men who worked with him, all inside the front
office, staring out through the office window, at her bare hips. For her
hands, clapped over her pussy, could not hide the entire breadth of her
hips, not even her slender 13-year-old hips. The bare white skin was
visible, where her panties usually covered her, and although her arms were
in front of her belly button her belly could nonetheless be seen, on either
side of her arms, though her flat belly was, thankfully, almost as narrow
in width as the width of her arms. Above that her tits loomed, but again
her arms came to the rescue, covering her breasts, but unfortunately
squeezing them too, for she had so much tit flesh, making a spectacle of
her breasts even as she did her best to cover them. At least in the case of
her breasts she was wearing a bra. However stringy the bra might be, it
was nonetheless there, visibly white against her flesh, covering her semi-
tanned creaminess, keeping her slightly modest, which was not the case
down by her hips, where outside of her cupping hands there was nothing
visible but her bare flesh.
Robert walked her quickly to the toilet. When they got inside he
locked the door. Brittney was still wilful, struggling a little in his grip,
so he took the white rope out of his coat pocket, where he had placed it,
and pulled her hands rudely back, exposing her pussy, and tying her wrists
behind her again. Then he papered the toilet seat for her, as she pranced a
little, squirming, waiting for him, her need to pee all too evident in her
bladder.
He helped her sit down on the toilet. Brittney felt her hands rub
against the dirty back of the toilet, beyond the curve of the seat, where
pee and pubic hairs had accumulated. It was an awful feeling; she lifted
her hands a little to try to save them, but it was too late, they were
already dirty. With her legs haplessly spread, worrying about the filth on
her hands, she peed into the commode. Robert, leaning down over her,
watched her as her pee came out. Abjectly she looked up at him when the
last drops had trickled out of her dell.
ÒThatÕs a good girl,Ó Robert told her. He let her sit there spraddle-
legged as he wiped her. He did it slowly and softly, making her shiver
with desire at the way he found and concentrated on her soft tender spot;
her special spot, the spot she sometimes tickled in bed at night when she
was alone. After he had wiped her he stood her up. With the toilet still
unflushed he pushed her abruptly against the wall of the bathroom.
Brittney let out a yelp; she looked down, Robert was undoing his fly.
ÒYou will excuse me for taking advantage of the situation,Ó Robert
said. ÒYour mother is not here.Ó And then he fucked the girl, whom he had
excited as she sat on the toilet. He fucked her hard, up against the
bathroom wall, the thick concrete walls of the old gas station muffling
BrittneyÕs screams. When he was done he stood her, with her hands still
tied, in front of the sink. He washed her pussy. ÒSo as to keep the car of
my seat clean,Ó Robert said to Brittney. The water was cold. There was
no hot water. Brittney flinched at the coldness of the water, pressed into
her dell with wet paper towels. Then he dried her. When he had finished
giving her this home-made douche he untied her hands. He pulled them in
front of her, not letting her touch anything, and insisted on washing them
in the sink, getting all the toilet filth off them, rubbing them with his
own large hands. Brittney watched her hands trapped in his, feeling him
rub her fingers, watching as the water rushed down over her fingers,
feeling its coldness. It made her shiver, as she had shivered when his
hands and the water washed out her cunt. He dried her hands for her, with
the paper towels. When he was done he ordered her to cover her pussy
with her hands. She did; it hurt from him fucking it. He had a big dick. It
was safely in his pants again now, and he checked his zipper as he
unlocked the bathroom door. By coincidence or design the boy with the
pimples was standing right outside. Robert fished in his pocket and
handed the boy another $20.00 bill. ÒIÕd appreciate it if youÕd flush the
toilet,Ó Robert said to the young man. Eagerly the boy nodded. Now it was
BrittneyÕs turn to blush. She turned the color of vermilion as she
contemplated this unhandsome boy gawking at her pee in the toilet.
Perhaps he would even smell the odor of her former excitement, and
RobertÕs sperm too. Quickly Robert ushered Brittney to the car. Just as
they reached it BrittneyÕs towel fell off her shoulders. Suddenly, her
naked ass was revealed! Brittney screamed. Instinctively she clapped her
hands to her bare behind, which gave the boys in the front office a perfect
view of her pubis. Somebody whistled. Brittney realized her mistake and
her hands flew again to her pussy. Just at that moment a flush sounded in
the distance; another whistle was heard as the pimply-faced boy, stepping
out of the john, got a clear view of BrittneyÕs naked rear end.
Robert picked up the towel off the ground. He shook his head in a
fatherly way. Keeping remarkably cool, he put Brittney back into his car.
He buckled the seat belt on her. Just then the pimply-faced boy came up to
the car.
ÒIs there anything else I can do for you, sir?Ó the boy asked. There
was eagerness in his voice. Perhaps as a result of her display, the boy
now looked into the car at Brittney without embarrassment. She had lost
her pouty look. She could only blush as she sat there with her hands over
her cunt, squeezing and trying to hide her big tits with her arms, not very
successfully.
ÒIÕm afraid thatÕs it,Ó Robert said. ÒIf you ever have a daughter,
donÕt let her run off to the beach without first seeing what sheÕs
wearing,Ó Robert advised the boy.
ÒYes sir!Ó he agreed.
They drove off, leaving the boy and his friends staring after them.
ÒYouÕre an even bigger pervert than I thought,Ó Brittney said ruefully
to Robert.
ÒAnd you my dear are a marvelous little slut,Ó Robert grinned at her.
When they arrived at RobertÕs house, a modest one-story in a suburb,
he pulled into the garage, the door raising automatically for them.
Brittney felt a desperate fear as he came round to her side of the car. He
had paused by the side of the road and tied her hands again. She had no
way to resist him as he now yanked her out of the car. He cared nothing
for the blanket now, letting it spill out of the car onto the garage floor.
He took her immediately into his house and downstairs to his basement.
There, in a matter-of-fact fashion, he freed her hands, but it was only to
raise them high above her head and tie them again, to an overhead pipe.
Brittney danced on tiptoe as he stretched out her arms to their fullest
extent and bound them. When he was finished he looked at her, standing
there, still on her tip-toes, her teensy white bra her only covering. One of
her cups had come askew as he handled her roughly; her nipple pushed out,
urgent and bare, its pebbled tip tight with desire.
ÒYou are a perfect specimen,Ó Robert said to the girl. ÒI am going to
gag you. In this neighborhood your screams might be heard.
ÒOh please!Ó Brittney begged. There was real fear in her eyes now,
not just the squeamishness sheÕd felt before. She watched as Robert
found a black cloth that was lying on the floor.
ÒOther girls have worn this without too much remorse,Ó Robert said
to Brittney. ÒIndeed their spit is probably still on it.Ó He jammed the
cloth into BrittneyÕs mouth. It muffled a scream she gave in response. As
she screamed her tits pushed forth urgently, her toes danced on the
basementÕs hard pavement floor. Her other nipple broke free. Robert took
a moment, when he had finished tying the gag, to gaze at it with tender
admiration. ÒYou are truly quite lovely,Ó Robert said to the young 13-
year-old girl. ÒWhen your mother arrives IÕm going to put you both on a
couch together, in my living room, with your lovely breasts hanging down
so prettily. IÕm going to have you face away from each other, kneeling,
your asses almost bumping. And then IÕm going to have you share a dildo.
One end in you, the other in her. In your pretty round asses. YouÕre going
to deflower each otherÕs behinds, give each other a good hard fucking.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Brittney screamed, but the gag silenced all but a little of the
sound of her voice.
ÒYouÕll go at it athletically,Ó Robert said to Brittney. ÒEach of you
will try to outdo the other. YouÕll do it vigorously,Ó Robert told BrittneyÕs
now wild eyes. And then he took off his belt, and he began to beat her. As
she screamed at the blows he said to her, quite casually, like someone
who had done this almost too many times before, ÒBe glad IÕm not using
the end with the buckle.Ó
Meanwhile, arriving at MarieÕs house, the party of seven people found
the girl in the basement. Elspeth greeted them with a gag in her mouth,
poised on the horse as Brittney and Marie had left her, but with one
addition to the place: a big puddle of pee down underneath the horse.
ÒOh my! The horse has gone to the bathroom!Ó A woman laughed.
ÒNot the horse. The girl on the horse,Ó a man said.
ÒThat is even worse,Ó the woman replied. ÒWhere is a whip? She
should know better than to do that.Ó
And so they used her, over the next several days, and sometimes so
cruelly that Elspeth was left wishing that the house had burned down.
In the late afternoon Marie arrived at RobertÕs. Brittney was in the
living room now, sitting quietly on the couch, red marks on her breasts, on
her belly, on her thighs, but not on her bottom, for Robert was saving that
for later. She still wore her gag; Robert told her she would need to wear
it the entire time she was at her house. The neighbors were too close and
too inquisitive for her to be allowed to scream without it. A tube of KY
lay upon a small towel next to BrittneyÕs hips. Next to that, on the couch
with her, was a big long double-ended dildo. When Marie entered, her eyes
glowing, her enthusiasm undiminished from the morning, Robert directed
her to the couch.
ÒI want you to undress and fuck your daughter,Ó Robert said. ÒIn the
ass.Ó
ÒOh my,Ó Marie said. Brittney tried to speak but she could not; the
gag prevented it. Her hands were tied behind her.
Marie undressed. She folded her clothes and put them on a chair near
the couch where Brittney waited. Then she kissed Brittney. After that
she untied the girlÕs hands. She had Brittney kneel up on the couch and she
used the KY to lubricate her bottom. Brittney, who still wore the gag even
now, whimpered as she felt MarieÕs finger push exploringly into her butt.
Then it was MarieÕs turn to kneel up on the couch. Brittney remained in
position as Robert lubricated MarieÕs poop hole. Then he assisted Marie in
getting the dildo up between herself and Brittney. The young girl
screamed in her gag as she felt the awful thing pushed into her guts. It
took awhile; she was tight. When it was in her Marie told her to begin to
rock on her hands and knees.
ÒBack and forth, back and forth,Ó Marie said. They did it slowly at
first, then with greater abandon. Brittney reached up as she felt the thing
drive deeper into her guts. She did not try to get it out of herself,
however. Instead, breathing hard into her gag, she began to finger her
special spot, the place that kept her happy at night when she was alone.
Marie did the same now, fingering her own spot, the two of them fucking
each other increasingly hard, shoving their butts back more vigorously,
reaming each otherÕs asses. Robert took out his dick and began to
masturbate. When both women came, near simultaneously, he gave them
an impromptu shower with his seed.
The next morning, after sleeping between the two adults, Brittney
was shown the saddle. It was in the room declared to be her bedroom,
although she had been forced to sleep in her ÒparentsÓ bedroom during the
night, where Robert, in the middle of the night, gave her another good
pumping in her cunt as her ÒmotherÓ lay asleep beside them.
Brittney found to her dismay that this saddleÕs pommel was in the
rear of the saddle. Or, rather, she was forced to sit backwards on the
thing, after first trying to sit on it the right way and being prevented
from doing so by Robert. A wooden pole arched along the back, which was
in her case the front, of the saddle. Brittney was made to lean far
forward in the saddle and have her wrists tied to this pole. This made a
greater display of her bottom, which was even more luridly presented
when Robert lifted her up bodily, with her hands tied to the post, and
settled her spread-legged right on the pommel!
Brittney felt the big rude thing press into her cunt.
ÒIt will help spread you and open you more. You are still too tight,Ó
Robert informed the girl.
Brittney was whipped, Marie doing it, punishing the girlÕs brazenly
presented ass. When Brittney thought she could stand no more Robert got
a big carrot-shaped object and slathered KY all over it. Then, spreading
the cheeks of BrittneyÕs too-well presented behind, he shoved the thing
into her. Now every stroke of MarieÕs whip made the carrot lodge deeper
in BrittneyÕs anguished ass. It was the nature of the thing; with all that
grease on it, and given its intrusive shape, it could not help but drive
deeper into her butthole as Brittney squirmed in the saddle. And the
pommel was awful underneath her. it was up in her quite deeply now,
splitting her with its width more than a manÕs penis would, making her
cry out at how big and awful it was. Just when Brittney was sure she was
being tortured with unimaginable cruelty, it got worse. Robert, assisting
himself with a small stool, got up in front of BrittneyÕs face. The large
man presented his big penis to BrittneyÕs face. He loosed her gag, only to
fill her mouth with his penis instead. She considered biting him, but he
was so urgent and large in her mouth, nearly dislocating her jaw, and
making her gag, that she could only accept, could only receive, finally
feeling with perverse relief the jetting of his sperm down her throat.
It was at an end then. Robert withdrew; Marie put down the whip and
yanked Brittney free of the saddleÕs pommel. When BrittneyÕs hands were
untied they flew to her ass. She felt with dismay its heat and pain,
already tormenting her, and she felt something worse, whose obscenity
was somehow increased by the feeling of her fingers stroking frantically
across it. It was the carrot, still stuck in her ass. Brittney tried to pull
it out. Marie laughed.
ÒYou should be made to keep that in you awhile. It will open you up
as you need to be,Ó Marie told the girl. Robert nodded his head in
agreement.
BrittneyÕs gag was replaced. She was made to lie in ÒherÓ bed on her
belly, the carrot-shaped object still in her ass. When it was finally
removed it was so Robert could have her in the bottom with his penis.
Afterwards he wanted to put the carrot back in her, claiming that she was
unbearably tight, but Marie said the girl had had enough.
The next day Brittney was returned to EllenÕs. A few days later
Samuel took her home.
It was with a great sense of relief that Brittney was reunited with
her real mother and father. But however they questioned her she said
nothing about her adventures. For she imagined that someday she might
want to have some more.
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