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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in 
                                          A Taste For Torture


                                                Chapter One

         She was quite dismissive of him, which only made him want her all 
the more.  He was on leave from flying.  Three days with nothing to do but 
sit by the hotel pool.  And stare at her, which might have been a pleasure 
but which he found agonizing.
         She was 14.  He watched her as she walked to the edge of the diving 
board.  The board, stiff like his cock, wiggled.  Her bosoms jostled within 
the confines of her bra.  She ran her fingers along the waistband of her 
bikini panties.  He gazed with amorous desire at the way her bosoms 
protruded above her sleek young ribs, which he proceeded to count, 
absent-mindedly, as she bounced at the end of the board.  Below her ribs 
he gazed at her flat, gently inward-sloping belly.  Her eyes flashed at him.  
She was aware of him watching.  Her eyes were like emeralds, he thought.  
Beautiful green emeralds set in a perfect face, like gems set into fine 
china.  Her arms lifted and arched.  She jutted her ass out behind her.  He 
felt himself grow even harder.  She was preparing to dive, of course, but 
he could only see the other way in which such a bottom-offering might be 
put to use; by a whip, or by his straining manhood.
         Or both, he thought, as she splashed head-first into the pool.
         Given her dismissiveness, he was surprised that evening to find her 
in the hotel room of his girlfriend.  His lover was named Kyla.  She had 
long brown hair and, at 19, a body any man would kill for.  And there sat 
his 14-year-old fantasy girl, with her flashing emerald-green eyes, still 
clad in her bikini.  It was damp from the pool.
         ÒWell hello, Darnell,Ó Kyla smiled.  She kissed the air, as she gazed 
at him.  He nodded and wished he wasnÕt still in his swimsuit.  It clung to 
his groin.  It outlined his cock which immediately grew larger.  
Downstairs, by the pool, when he had suffered from such a state of arousal 
he had thrown a towel over himself.  But now he had left his towel 
downstairs.  He had only expected to find Kyla in her room, not the blonde 
with the emerald eyes.
         Uncomfortably Darnell shifted his stance.  He glanced around KylaÕs 
living room.  Surely there must be a towel, or something, that he could 
grab?  Damn these little Speedo swimsuits!  They were marvellous for lap 
swimming, and let a guy get a great tan, but a man with his proportions 
didnÕt want to be seen in one when he was excited! 
         Kyla pretended to ignore DarnellÕs rising stiffness.  ÒThis is Jacinta, 
Darnell,Ó Kyla said.  She indicated the girl.
         ÒYes.  WeÕve met,Ó Darnell answered.  He watched the blondeÕs 
emerald eyes.  They widened as his manhood grew.  Suddenly her tongue 
flicked across her upper lip, licking it nervously.  She shifted in her chair, 
in her wet swimsuit.
         ÒDarnell, you would never guess what weÕve been talking about,Ó 
Kyla smiled at her lover.
         ÒWhat?Ó Darnell asked.
         ÒSit down,Ó Kyla said.  She motioned to a chair between the two 
girls.  Darnell sat.  He watched as JacintaÕs eyes followed him as he sat.  
They remained fixed on his groin.  Only when he was seated, and had pulled 
his chair forward, did her eyes finally lift to his face.  She blushed.
         It transpired that they had, in fact, been talking about him.  Jacinta, 
who had rebuffed Darnell that morning, had done it more from a sense of 
shyness than from disapproval.  Also she had not known, in the curious 
logic that sometimes motivates females, a particular fact about him:
         ÒI didnÕt know you were a pilot,Ó Jacinta confessed.  Her blush 
deepened.
         ÒOh, do you like pilots?Ó Darnell asked.  He felt his confidence 
growing.  Unfortunately his groin was still growing too, making his 
swimsuit quite uncomfortable.
         ÒYes.  I do,Ó Jacinta said.
         Kyla, who had not wanted to get her swimsuit wet, smelled 
deliciously of palm oil and coconut butter.  She was wearing a bikini, but 
it wasnÕt wet from the pool, and her hair, luxuriously brushed, tumbled in 
glossy waves down past her face and over her shoulders.
         ÒShe says she is smitten by them, and finds them quite irresistible,Ó 
Kyla smiled.
         ÒOh.  ThatÕs nice,Ó Darnell told the young blonde.  He grinned at her.  
He looked at the girl in a manner even he himself would have described as 
ÒcockyÓ.
         ÒYes,Ó Jacinta said.  She licked her lips again.  Her voice was quiet, 
submissive.  Her eyes ran over his bare chest.  Then they slid, like wet 
green gemstones, down past his ribs and his stomach to his groin.
         ÒYou spent all day ignoring me,Ó Darnell told Jacinta.
         ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Jacinta said.  DarnellÕs swimsuit became so tight that 
he wanted to scream.
         They chatted as the moon rose over the pool outside.  Darnell had 
been intending to ask Kyla to dinner.  But instead they became absorbed in 
their conversation with each other.  At last Kyla suggested, for the hour 
was growing late, that they order hotel room service.
         Kyla answered the knock at the door when their meal was delivered.  
She still wore her bikini, which she had declined to go swimming in, and 
the delivery boy was excited to find himself face-to-face with such a 
beautiful woman.  But even more intriguing was the younger female 
standing beyond Kyla, with her back to him.  It was obvious that she had no 
bra on.  Her hair had been pulled forward over one shoulder and she was 
speaking quietly to a man, who seemed to be unusually large in the groin.  
To the delivery boyÕs dismay, the brunette who took the meal from him 
quickly paid him and closed the door.
         ÒWhat do you think?Ó Jacinta asked, for she had taken off her bra to 
show Darnell her bosoms.  There was a fierceness in her demeanor as she 
showed herself to him.
         ÒThey are quite large,Ó Darnell replied.
         ÒThanks,Ó Jacinta said.  She gazed down at herself with proud eyes.
         ÒDinnerÕs here,Ó Kyla said.  She put the meal on the table theyÕd been 
sitting around.  She looked at Darnell.  ÒDid you find anything good on 
T.V.?Ó
         ÒNo,Ó Darnell said.
         ÒHe likes my tits, though,Ó Jacinta smiled.
         ÒThatÕs nice,Ó Kyla answered.  She had an ÔopenÕ arrangement with 
Darnell.  They did not love each other exclusively.  She was delighted to 
find that Jacinta might be brought into their relationship.  However so far 
the girl had only asked Darnell for an opinion on her tits, which she 
claimed no pilot had ever seen before.  Darnell assured the young child 
that she was well endowed.
         ÒI would like to date a pilot,Ó Jacinta confessed.  She made to put 
her bra back on.  As she lifted the cups to her bosoms she looked at Kyla, 
who was opening the dinners.  ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Jacinta whispered.
         ÒNo.  ItÕs alright,Ó Kyla smiled.  She glanced at DarnellÕs groin.  If he 
grew any stiffer she feared he would tear his swimsuit.  She hadnÕt seen 
him that excited since theyÕd first met.  She enjoyed seeing him 
awkwardly aroused, stuffed in his little Speedo suit and unable to remove 
it because of the presence of this young girl.
         ÒI shouldnÕt be showing your boyfriend my tits,Ó Jacinta said.  ÒIt 
was impulsive, and wrong of me.  Your back was turned and I couldnÕt 
resist.  IÕm sorry,Ó Jacinta said.  She had already been blushing and now 
her blush deepened.
         ÒNo.  ItÕs fine,Ó Kyla said.  She reached up and brushed back her long 
brown hair.  ÒAnyway, donÕt tempt me by apologizing too much,Ó she added.
         ÒWhat do you mean?Ó Jacinta asked.  She was reaching behind 
herself, fumbling with the clasp of her bra.  Darnell, who had risen to see 
what was on the T.V., walked over to her.  He had listened as she used the 
bathroom while Kyla was ordering room service.  He had heard her peeing 
into the bathroom toilet and the sound of it had made him so aroused that 
his fingers were trembling.  With his nervous hands he now reached up and 
took hold of the catch in JacintaÕs bra.
         KylaÕs eyes darted to Darnell.  Jacinta could see the woman looking 
suddenly past her, at Darnell, who was standing behind her.  She felt a 
curious sense of being possessed by the couple.  It was the first time 
sheÕd ever felt such a thing.  It was scary and yet at the same time it was 
highly arousing.  Darnell took the bra clasp out of JacintaÕs fingers, 
letting her hands drop to her sides.  But instead of fitting the clasp back 
together Darnell merely held the two ends of the braÕs back strap in his 
trembling hands.  Jacinta felt something hard bump against her butt.
         ÒOh!Ó Jacinta gasped.  
         ÒSorry,Ó Darnell murmured.  Neither of them needed to explain what 
it was that had accidentally hit the girl in her young rump.
         ÒSometimes I do something that I shouldnÕt,Ó Kyla told Jacinta.  
ÒAnd Darnell has to correct my behavior.  And sometimes itÕs the other 
way around, and I have to straighten him out.Ó
         ÒOh,Ó Jacinta said.  She could feel DarnellÕs hands lingering over her 
bra clasp, not closing it.   Slowly Darnell released the tension in her braÕs 
back strap.  This allowed the cups to fall from JacintaÕs breasts.  She 
lifted her palms up to catch the cups.
         ÒThereÕs no reason to wear that, if you donÕt want to,Ó Kyla told 
Jacinta.  She found herself excited by the girlÕs nudity.  She was delighted 
by her impulsiveness.  How sweetly childish it was for the girl to show 
off her tits to Darnell when KylaÕs back was turned!
         ÒReally, I should not--Ó Jacinta said nervously.  She could feel 
KylaÕs eyes upon her nude tits.  She pressed her bra cups firmly to her 
bosoms.  Covering herself with the cups, she once again slid her hands 
around to her back.  She fumbled with her bra clasp.
         DarnellÕs hands reached down to her panties.  JacintaÕs breath caught 
audibly in her throat.  Even as she struggled to fix her bra, Darnell began 
to lower her bikini bottoms.  Jacinta was aware of the edge of her 
swimsuit, in front, passing down over her pubic hair.  KylaÕs eyes darted 
to her bush.
         ÒOh, really!  I cannot!Ó Jacinta blurted.
         ÒPick,Ó Kyla said.
         ÒHuh?Ó Jacinta asked.
         ÒYou wished to apologize, darling.  Now I am giving you the 
opportunity,Ó Kyla told the girl.  ÒPick which you wish to do without, as 
penance for your impulsiveness.  Your bra, or your panties?Ó  DarnellÕs 
hands inched JacintaÕs swim panties down until her bush was completely 
exposed.  Meanwhile, in a pose which looked increasingly foolish, the 
blonde was still attempting, without much success due to her 
nervousness, to close her bra.
         ÒOh!  Oh!  My bra!Ó Jacinta suddenly answered.  Darnell did not pull 
the blondeÕs panties back up.  However he did let go of them.  Then Jacinta, 
under KylaÕs watchful, intrusive stare, slowly drew off her bra.  Her young 
tits wobbled nakedly.  Her belly, already concave in appearance, sucked 
itself in deeper under her ribs.  Finally Jacinta, prodded by DarnellÕs hand, 
which nudged her wrist, deposited her unhooked bra into DarnellÕs palm.  
Then she anxiously pulled her panties back up, hiding her pubis from view.
         The dinner which followed could only be described as erotic.  Jacinta 
ate topless.  Her naked tits jiggled with every forkful of food she put in 
her mouth.  They even wiggled as she chewed, sending Kyla into giggles as 
she watched Darnell shifting in his seat.  As for Darnell, he was in heaven, 
but he wished to God there was some way, some appropriate way, that he 
could remove his Speedos.  On the other hand Kyla seemed quite amused by 
DarnellÕs predicament.  Had she given her permission he might have been 
able to take off his swimsuit.  But without her help, and with Jacinta 
being only 14, he couldnÕt quite figure out how to reveal himself.  After 
all, despite the brief, playful liberty heÕd taken with JacintaÕs swim 
panties, he still wasnÕt sure how far he could push this child.  He didnÕt 
want her to bolt from the room and report that some man had exposed his 
penis to her.
         At the mealÕs conclusion they watched T.V. together.  Darnell 
remained pent-up in his swimsuit.  Kyla still wore her unwettened 
swimsuit, her skin rich with the smell of sun tan lotion.  And little 
Jacinta, in her panties, which were now dry, continued to provide a 
tempting, if unbearably chaste, visual feast.
         They ate again together the following night, once more in KylaÕs 
room.  Jacinta had spent the day with her parents.  Kyla and Darnell had 
gone shopping.  Now they were together again, and once more they played 
out their simple erotic game.  Jacinta asked forthrightly if she could 
remove her bra.
         ÒYes, dear.  Of course.  I think you are expected to,Ó Kyla smiled.  And 
Jacinta, having just arrived in the room, freed her tits, letting them hang 
pertly before DarnellÕs gaze, the nipples rising and poking toward his 
excited eyes. 
         The presence of JacintaÕs gorgeous, naked, wobbling tits meant that 
Darnell felt an uncomfortable wetness in his swimsuit.  He could feel pre-
cum staining the front of his suit, where his pee hole pressed vigorously 
against the nylon.  Jacinta, who previously had not acknowledged DarnellÕs 
excitement, except to look at it, now reached out and pressed a finger to 
him.  She put her finger directly against the wet spot.
         ÒYour swimsuit is dry, but not there,Ó Jacinta told Darnell.
         ÒI know,Ó Darnell answered.
         ÒKyla, your boyfriend is making his swimsuit all wet!Ó Jacinta told 
the brunette.  Kyla smiled.  She looked at the emerald-eyed blonde and 
asked,
         ÒHow long can you stay tonight?Ó
         ÒAs long as I wish,Ó Jacinta answered.
         ÒThen come over here,Ó Kyla said.  ÒThereÕs something weÕre going to 
do tonight for Darnell.Ó  Kyla wiggled her finger, beckoning the girl.  
Jacinta felt a curiously thrilling sense of obedience as she walked over to 
Kyla.  Her hips swayed salaciously as she walked.  Her bottom, in her small 
swim panties, rolled before DarnellÕs eyes.  She wondered if the movement 
of her hips was making Darnell even wetter.
         ÒSit down,Ó Kyla told the young blonde.  Eagerly Jacinta obeyed.  Her 
breasts gave a pert bounce as she plopped down into her chair by the table.  
Her eyes flicked toward Darnell.  He looked bigger than ever in his 
swimsuit.  As for herself, she could feel a small private place, down 
between her own legs, in her panties, where her cunt was moistening her 
suit.  Turning her eyes to Kyla, she realized that the brunetteÕs suit was 
probably not free from moisture.  Down between her legs, where no one 
could see, she was probably as excited as Jacinta.
         ÒThereÕs something I shouldnÕt discuss with you, because youÕre only 
14,Ó Kyla told Jacinta.  ÒBut with your permission IÕd like to discuss it.Ó
         ÒAlright,Ó Jacinta said.  Her emerald eyes glowed brightly.  Her 
nipples sported tips as stiff as pink coral.
         Kyla twirled a finger in her long hair.  Then she continued:  ÒWhen I 
first became a stewardess, I heard about a club.  It was a club called The 
Bit and Saddle Club.  I had no idea what it was about.  But IÕd heard that all 
the most popular pilots and stewardesses belonged to it.  Finally someone 
told me about it.  As it turned out, the club wasnÕt any particular place.  It 
might be anyplace.  It was the people who made up the club.  It wasnÕt a 
club like a night club is.
         ÒAnyway when another stew told me about it, she explained how I 
could join.Ó  Kyla cleared her throat, in a high-pitched, nervous way.  ÒThe 
way I could join was by surviving for three days in a mountain cabin.Ó  
Kyla gazed at Jacinta.  There was silence.  The blonde, looking up at her 
expectantly, waiting to hear her say more, finally said:
         ÒI shouldnÕt mind that.  As long as it has MTV!Ó
         ÒOh!  Well, you are understanding a little bit, but not enough, IÕm 
afraid,Ó Kyla said.  ÒJust like me.  In my case nobody told me what to 
expect.Ó  Kyla shot a rueful glance at Darnell.  Then she said, ÒFor three 
days, you must do as you are told.  In the cabin.  I will be there to help you 
but it is your duty to obey, not mine.  Darnell will be there too.  Actually 
you will arrive first, with me, if you agree to this.  I will help you get 
settled and ready.  Then Darnell will come, with several of his friends.  
All pilots.Ó  Kyla smiled warmly at the girl.  ÒThe men will be able to do 
as they please with you, for three days in the cabin.  If you are completely 
obedient then you can join the club!Ó
         Kyla waited for Jacinta to answer.  The blonde, after being so 
coquettish in her behavior, suddenly found herself tensing and fidgeting 
nervously in her chair.  She laced her fingers together.  She unlaced them.  
She stroked her thighs.  Finally, unthinkingly, she lifted her hands and 
placed them protectively over her bosoms.  Her nipples pressed hard 
against her fingers.  Slowly she parted her fingers.  She let her nipples jut 
through.
         Darnell gazed at the child, with her stiff young teats sticking 
through her hands as she cupped her breasts.  How sweet she was!  How 
bashful and yet how obviously excited!
         ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Kyla said at last to the girl.  ÒPerhaps I was too hasty 
in explaining DarnellÕs wish for you.  You are really too young for such 
things.Ó
         ÒNo!Ó Jacinta said.  She squeezed her nipples.  Darnell thought of 
nipple clamps biting the childÕs nipples, and wondered if such a thought 
had ever crossed the 14-year-oldÕs mind.  ÒI- I donÕt mind,Ó Jacinta said.
         ÒWe were thinking of having a party next weekend,Ó Kyla said to the 
girl.  ÒDarnell has a friend with a cabin.  ItÕs not the same cabin I stayed 
in, but it will suffice.  IÕve never been there.  Darnell says itÕs quite 
beautiful.Ó  She turned her head.  Her long brown hair swished across her 
bare, suntanned shoulders.  Darnell nodded his head.  She turned back to 
Jacinta.  ÒIf you would like to come, Darnell can get you a seat.  First 
class.  All the arrangements will be taken care of.  You have simply to... 
come,Ó Jacinta giggled.  ÒBut you will enjoy it, IÕm sure.  If you can 
manage to slip away from your parents.Ó
         ÒI could do that,Ó Jacinta said.  ÒBut of course I wonÕt be here next 
weekend.  At the hotel, I mean.Ó
         ÒOh.  Neither will we,Ó Kyla said.  ÒBut itÕs okay.  Darnell and I fly 
all over the world.  Did you say you were from California?Ó
         ÒYes,Ó Jacinta said.  ÒLos Angeles.  So I guess I could leave by LAX.Ó
         ÒYes,Ó Kyla said.  ÒRight.Ó
         Kyla seemed to become flustered then, at the ease with which the 
arrangements had been made, and Jacinta did too, blushing and glancing at 
Darnell and then, taking her hands from her tits, looking down at her 
breasts.  Kyla went to the phone.  She picked it up.  She made as if to order 
room service, pressing several numbers on the phone.  But then she 
realized that Jacinta had just arrived, and the sun was still high in the 
sky.  So, after a moment, Kyla put the phone back on the hook.
         ÒWill there be... like... sex at the cabin?Ó Jacinta asked, looking up 
from her bosoms.
         ÒYes,Ó Kyla said.
         ÒWill there... be a lot of sex?Ó Jacinta asked.  Both girls looked at 
Darnell.
         ÒYou are going to be at the mercy of three of the finest pilots in 
TWA,Ó Darnell told the girl.  ÒIn addition to that, Kyla and two 
stewardesses will be present.  So, technically, there will be a girl for 
every guy present.  But you should not expect to be let off the hook 
because of that.  You will have to fulfill certain... requirements to join the 
club.Ó
         ÒYou will have complete privacy,Ó Kyla assured Jacinta.  ÒExcept, of 
course, for those of us who will be present in the cabin with you.  But the 
place is very secluded.  You donÕt have to worry about anyone else knowing 
what happens there.  You will be able to concentrate completely on 
yourself, and on your ability to endure.Ó
         Jacinta shivered.  Her 14-year-old tits wobbled nakedly on her chest.  
ÒIÕm not sure I want to,Ó she confessed.
         ÒI wasnÕt sure either,Ó Kyla said.  She smiled.  She sat down next to 
the blonde.  She took her hand in her own and squeezed it.  Suddenly, 
impulsively, the blonde leaned toward Kyla and kissed her.  Right on the 
mouth.
         ÒIÕm scared,Ó Jacinta said.
         ÒYes of course you are,Ó Kyla said.
         ÒIÕm glad itÕs not for another week, because IÕll have to think about 
it before I decide,Ó Jacinta confessed.
         ÒYes.  Of course,Ó Kyla said.
         And so the evening passed, once again, with Jacinta maddeningly 
topless, but chastely wearing her bikini panties.  Darnell thought he would 
go nuts with such a delicate, diffident, gorgeously endowed girl so close 
to him, yet so tantalizingly out of reach.  She remained available to him 
visually.  Her tits were as gloriously revealed as ever.  But physically she 
was unavailable to him.  He might brush her arm, or briefly run his hand 
through the hair on her head, but she did not allow him anything more than 
that.  She was more reserved than last night.  For now she knew for 
certain that he wanted her.  Darnell pinned his hopes on her agreeing to 
come to the cabin.
         A week later Kyla found Jacinta in the lobby of LAX.  She had taken a 
taxi to the spot agreed to, if she should decide to come.  Kyla hugged 
Jacinta and gave her a warm kiss.  Then she escorted the girl through 
security, giving her a ticket so she could board the plane.
         It was a regularly scheduled flight.  Jacinta sat in first class.  She 
was wearing a miniskirt which showed off her long legs, just as Kyla had 
told her to.  The other passengers, notably the men, gazed at Jacinta with 
appreciative glances.  She was beautiful, like a rare flower, travelling 
with businesspeople who had long since grown weary of flying. 
         Kyla was one of the first class stewardesses.  She treated Jacinta 
like any other passenger.  Before takeoff, however, she gave Jacinta a pair 
of mittens.  They were silk mittens.  Kyla tied them on JacintaÕs hands.  
They tied with string at the wrist and Jacinta mentioned, quietly, how the 
silk of the mittens matched the silk of her underwear.  Kyla smiled.  She 
had mailed the underwear to Jacinta as a special present from Darnell.  He 
had wanted her to wear the underwear on her trip.  After the plane was 
airborne, however, Kyla leaned close to Jacinta and whispered to her:
         ÒDarnell would like for you to remove your panties.Ó
         ÒHuh?  Is he here?Ó Jacinta asked.  She glanced around the cabin.  
Kyla leaned forward again and whispered,
         ÒPlease do as I say.  Lift your skirt.  Pull your panties all the way 
down.  Then give them to me.  After that, do not sit any more on your 
skirt.Ó
         ÒIÕm hardly sitting on it now,Ó Jacinta answered.  ÒItÕs a miniskirt.Ó
         ÒYes.  Fine.  But pull it out from under you,Ó Kyla whispered to the 
girl.  ÒDonÕt protest.  Just do it.  Then sit directly on the seat, and enjoy 
the feel of it pressing freely against your bare bottom.  After that I will 
give you something to read.  I want you to read as much of it as you can.  
Oh, and one other thing.  Once you have given me your panties, you are not 
to close your legs.  Keep them as far apart as the seat will allow.  And 
thank Darnell when you see him for giving you a nice, wide seat in first 
class!Ó
         Kyla giggled.  With obvious apprehension, Jacinta lifted her skirt and 
pulled down her panties.  The man sitting next to her kept reading his 
newspaper.  He was oblivious to the erotic game transpiring beside him.  
Bending down, Jacinta lifted her panties clear of her shoes.  They were 
spiked heels, and her panties caught briefly on one of the heels.  Jacinta 
was afraid she would rip the silk panties but she managed not to.  Then 
she handed them to Kyla, quickly, so that the other passengers would not 
see.
         Kyla carefully folded JacintaÕs panties.  She did not hurry as Jacinta 
had expected her to, which made Jacinta even more nervous.  Then Kyla put 
JacintaÕs panties into the pocket of her stewardessÕs vest.  She left a 
little bit of the panties sticking up, visibly, but when Jacinta pointed, in 
alarm, Kyla just smiled.
         ÒIÕll see that the pilot gets them when I take him his coffee,Ó Kyla 
said, speaking normally to the girl now, not whispering, which caused the 
man next to Jacinta to look up from his paper.  However he still did not 
guess that the 14-year-old girl sitting next to him had been relieved of 
her panties.  He smiled at Kyla. 
         ÒIÕll have a Coke,Ó the man told Kyla.  She smiled.
         ÒYes, sir,Ó Kyla said.
         ÒIÕll have my panties,Ó Jacinta wanted to say.  But instead, at a 
pointing of KylaÕs finger, which pointed meaningfully at JacintaÕs thighs, 
the girl opened her legs.
         After Kyla served the man beside Jacinta, giving him a Coke, she 
gave Jacinta what she had promised the girl.  It was a book.  Jacinta 
opened it.  She found, to her heartbeating surprise, that it was a book of 
erotic tales.  Jacinta began reading.  All the while she was aware of her 
bare bottom pressing against the seat, which was a leather seat.  At the 
same time she was embarrassingly conscious of her thighs.  They were 
spread wide, making her feel very open and vulnerable.
         The book was strange.  Jacinta read of girls being won over by exotic 
lovers, in strange lands, who had a preference for unusual sexual 
positions.  Now and then a girl would prove disobedient.  She would deny 
her lover.  Then, to JacintaÕs frightened fascination, she would be 
punished.  Jacinta read of a girl who was birched in a sauna.  The story 
was raw, and violent.  But it had an odd allure, for the girl, despite being 
forced, was ultimately happy.  She thanked her lover for taking matters 
into his own hands.  The way the author described it, Jacinta found herself 
wishing she was the girl!
         ÒHow are you coming along?Ó Kyla asked.  Jacinta looked up from her 
book.  Kyla had a 7-Up in her hand.  She offered it to the girl.  Jacinta put 
down her book.  She closed her legs.
         Kyla leaned forward.  ÒOpen your legs, Jacinta,Ó she whispered to the 
girl.  ÒDonÕt make me report your bad behavior to Darnell.Ó
         Immediately Jacinta opened her legs.  Kyla smiled.  
         ÒThatÕs better,Ó Kyla said aloud, which caused the man sitting next 
to Jacinta to look up from his paper.
         ÒIÕll have another Coke,Ó he told Kyla.  The young woman smiled and 
nodded.  
         Jacinta was mortified when, later on, a man coming down the aisle 
stopped to talk to her.  He was interested in learning her name and getting 
her phone number.  Jacinta wanted to close her legs but she had been told 
twice by Kyla to keep them open!  So she sat there speaking to the man, 
who looked curiously at her thighs, wondering why they were spread so 
wide apart.  Fortunately the book Jacinta had been given had an innocuous 
cover.  It was titled ÒWomen Speak Back to Men,Ó and gave no hint of its 
contents.  Finally Kyla rescued Jacinta, telling the man that the girl must 
read her book for school, and had no time to chat.  But Jacinta noticed that 
Kyla did not intervene right away.  Instead she let Jacinta blush and feel 
exposed, with her thighs spread unusually wide.  Fortunately for Jacinta 
the man beside her kept his head buried in his newspaper.
         Protected by Kyla, watched over by her, Jacinta returned to her book.  
She felt like a child in Sunday School, prettily mittened and wearing a 
skirt from Nordstroms.  Her blouse was from Louis Vitton, as were her 
boots, which were ankle high leather boots.  She had bangles on her wrist 
and a necklace around her throat.  Her bra, under her blouse, was a gift 
from Darnell.  She kept her legs apart, as he wished, and read the book 
Kyla had given her.  As she read the pilot announced that their plane would 
be landing soon.  Jacinta wondered if she would meet the pilot later.
         Kyla got off the plane with Jacinta.  She hired a cab and together 
they drove into the mountains.  Kyla insisted that Jacinta not say 
anything, and keep her legs wide apart.  The cab driver, sitting in the 
front, did not know that JacintaÕs bare ass was on his back seat.
         They arrived at a cabin.  It was snowing outside.  As Kyla helped 
Jacinta out of the cab, with the driver assisting, the wind caught 
JacintaÕs skirt.  It flipped it up.  The cab driver gasped at the naked 
display of JacintaÕs bare ass.  It was perfect, round as a peach and 
temptingly split down the middle.
         ÒAre-- are you staying alone?Ó the cab driver asked Kyla.
         ÒYes,Ó Kyla lied.  ÒShe has been naughty and I have to spend the 
weekend correcting her.Ó  Kyla laughed.  The cab driverÕs eyes widened.  He 
didnÕt know whether Kyla was telling the truth or only teasing him.  Kyla 
paid him and the girls hurried inside, for neither one was properly dressed 
against the cold.
         The cabin was more luxurious than Jacinta had imagined.  It had a 
fireplace, a kitchen with a stove and refrigerator, and even a washing 
machine and a dryer in a back room for doing their clothes.  It also had a 
bathroom, and Kyla insisted that Jacinta undress and bathe.  When she got 
out of the tub Kyla gave her a new gift from Darnell.  It was a peignoir.  
However it only draped JacintaÕs figure to her waist, leaving all else 
below quite bare.  Kyla gave Jacinta white stockings to wear with it.  They 
were thigh high stockings that tied around each of her thighs with white 
inlaid ribbon.
         ÒWhat about panties?Ó Jacinta asked, feeling the nakedness of her 
bottom bulbing behind her, and the exposure of her bush.
         ÒThey wonÕt be needed,Ó Kyla answered.
         ÒOh, but the men will be coming soon, will they not?Ó Jacinta asked 
anxiously.  Kyla was brushing JacintaÕs hair as she stood next to the tub, 
admiring herself in her peignoir and stockings.  It was a small bathroom, 
and Jacinta noted how small the cabin was too, despite its amenities.  The 
bathroom led right out into the living room, which was divided by only a 
bar from the kitchen.  Jacinta had not seen a bed, or a bedroom, and she 
wondered now where they would sleep.
         ÒYes, the men will be here soon,Ó Kyla said.
         ÒBut I am not going to walk around in front of them bare-bottomed, 
am I?Ó Jacinta asked.
         ÒYou most certainly are, my dear,Ó Kyla said.  ÒDo you see that stand 
of rods sitting next to the window?Ó
         ÒYes,Ó Jacinta gulped.  The rods, which she had first taken for plants 
that had died due to an absence of water, now struck Jacinta as being 
curiously similar to the birch rods in the story sheÕd read on the plane.
         ÒThose are for your bottom,Ó Kyla said.
         ÒMy-- but how can I wear them?Ó Jacinta asked.
         ÒYou are going to be hit with them,Ó Kyla said.
         JacintaÕs hands flew to her behind.  She cupped the white, delicate 
cheeks.  She squeezed them and tensed herself.
         ÒWhat do you mean?Ó Jacinta asked.
         ÒI mean the men are going to arrive, and they are going to have tasks 
for you to perform, just as we discussed,Ó Kyla said.  ÒAnd when you do 
them poorly, or perhaps when you refuse, the men will use the rods to 
train you, via your bottom, to behave better.Ó
         ÒOh!Ó Jacinta gasped.  She stared at Kyla.  ÒBut it will hurt!Ó she 
bleated.
         ÒBut you will learn much more quickly, with the rods to inspire you,Ó 
Kyla said.  ÒNow I want you to sit quietly, in that big overstuffed chair 
there in the living room.  Sit there and read some more of your book.  And 
keep your legs apart.  You will have to keep your legs apart all weekend.  
Enjoy the comfort of the chair.  You wonÕt be able to sit down later on, so I 
want you to enjoy that chair while you can.Ó
         ÒOh, but--Ó Jacinta began.  Kyla pressed a finger to her lips.  ÒI must 
have my bath now, dear.  You will sit and relax quietly while I have my 
bath, and then we will be ready to meet the men.Ó
         Sulkily, with her peignoir held close, which was little consolation 
because it was transparent, Jacinta went out to the living room.  She 
padded across the living room rug in her pretty stockings.  She did not 
have any shoes on.  She wished she could wear her heels but Jacinta had 
said that she could not, for they had been worn at the airport, and on the 
plane, and were not for wearing in the close confines of the cabin.  Jacinta 
went to the chair in the living room.  It was a single, overstuffed chair.  It 
was the only chair in the living room except for a leather sofa.  Jacinta 
took her book from her luggage.  Her bag was sitting beside the chair.  As 
she bent over to open her bag she was all too conscious of the nakedness 
of her ass.  She was also aware of the proximity of the birch, which stood 
brown and crisp in a vase, next to the window.
         Jacinta listened as Kyla refilled the tub for herself.  She kept her 
legs open wide as she contemplated her book.  Outside it was snowing.  
Jacinta felt a thrilling sense of captivity, reduced as she was to a 
transparent blouse and stockings.  Yet at the same time she felt afraid.  
She had never felt anything against her bottom except panties.  Would the 
men really take those cruel birch rods to her ass, to her bare ass, like the 
girl in the story?  Jacinta shivered and re-read the story about the girl in 
the sauna.  There was no sauna here, just a living room, bathroom, and 
kitchen.
         ÒAre we really staying all weekend?Ó Jacinta called to Kyla.
         ÒYes of course, dear,Ó Kyla answered from the bathroom.
         ÒBut where will we sleep?  ThereÕs no bed!Ó Jacinta said.
         ÒWe wonÕt be doing much sleeping,Ó Kyla laughed.  ÒBut I suppose the 
floor will suffice when we have to.Ó
         Jacinta looked around the living room.  The rug was thick.  There was 
a fireplace and lying in front of it, on the thick wall-to-wall carpet, was 
a bearskin rug.  In addition to that, there were throw pillows scattered 
about, on the sofa and on the floor.
         ÒOh, but it will be... will be like an orgy,Ó Jacinta gasped.
         ÒHave you ever been to one?Ó Kyla asked.
         ÒNoooo,Ó Jacinta said.
         Kyla finished her bath.  She put on panties, black silk panties, but 
they hardly made Jacinta envious.  They had alluring bows on the front of 
them.  The triangle that formed the front of KylaÕs panties was so small 
that it didnÕt cover all of her pubic hair.  Meanwhile, in back, her panties 
were so inadequate that they wedged completely in KylaÕs ass.  The effect 
of this was to make the panties, from behind, where they cupped her sex 
down between her legs, extra visible.  The black silk formed a sharp 
contrast with her white bottom.  The panties, cupping her sex but leaving 
all else bare, made KylaÕs sex the center of attention even when she 
turned her back.
         ÒKyla, you would be better off without those panties.  They make a 
spectacle out of you!Ó Jacinta exclaimed.  She watched Kyla standing in 
the bathroom, bending over the tub.  The woman released the drain and, 
owing to the small size of the cabin, Jacinta could hear the water begin to 
drain out of the tub.  Then Kyla walked into the living room.  Her breasts 
were bare, as were her feet.  Her bosoms jiggled freely as her feet padded 
across the rug.  She rolled her hips with easy abandon, not minding her 
nudity.  She picked up a box of matches lying on the bar that separated the 
living room from the kitchen.  She walked across the rug to the fireplace.  
The young woman struck a match and tossed it into the fireplace.  A flame 
erupted, from a piece of paper lying on the wood.  Kyla bent over and 
thrust her head into the fireplace and blew with her mouth.
         Sitting behind her, Jacinta gazed at KylaÕs provocatively displayed 
ass, and at her stance, with her legs spread a good two feet apart.  Why 
was she standing that way?  She looked like she was not merely lighting 
the fire, but presenting herself.  In her tight black panties, that cupped her 
cunt so provocatively, amidst her wide-spread white thighs, that they 
showed her sex more alluringly than if the young woman had been naked.  
Would she act this way when the men were present?  Jacinta gulped.  
Something told her this was the proper stance for a woman in this cabin, 
and it was a stance she herself would have to adopt, in addition to sitting 
with her legs spread.
         ÒOh, it is all too much!Ó Jacinta wailed, suddenly throwing down her 
book.
         Kyla stood up.  She gazed out the window.  ÒIt is snowing quite hard 
now,Ó she said.  ÒI think we might be snowbound for the whole weekend.Ó
         ÒI want to leave!Ó Jacinta blurted.  Kyla smiled.  She touched one of 
the birch rods with her finger.  Softly she ran her finger along the stiff, 
inflexible branch, with its little nubs.  She licked her lips.
         ÒI can just see you traipsing through the snowfall,Ó Kyla said.  ÒIn 
your miniskirt.  Or perhaps you would prefer to find your way to 
civilization in your peignoir and stockings, with your bare bottom feeling 
the cold wind?  I am not stopping you, dear.  In fact I will do just the 
opposite.  If you stay here you are certain to feel these birch rods 
connecting with your pretty white ass.  So perhaps you should leave.  
Except, of course, there is no phone here, and you will have to make the 
trip all by yourself.Ó
         Jacinta turned pale.  She clapped her hands to her bosoms.  Then 
abjectly she looked down at her bush.  She realized her legs were open and, 
quickly, she shut her thighs.
         Kyla drew a birch rod from the vase.  She cut the air sharply with it.
         ÒHowever if you stay here, dear, you must follow the rules,Ó Kyla 
said.  ÒPlease open your legs.  Show your sex.  Why are you so shy?  Are 
you a virgin?Ó
         ÒYes!Ó Jacinta gasped.
         ÒAh, so thatÕs it,Ó Kyla said.  ÒPerhaps I should have asked sooner.Ó  
She walked over to the book that Jacinta had tossed to the floor.  She 
picked it up.  She flipped the pages.  Then she offered the book to Jacinta 
again.  She had no certainty that the girl would take it, and was wondering 
what to do with the little brat if she shouldnÕt, but, to her smiling 
surprise, the blonde accepted the book from her.
         ÒOpen your legs,Ó Kyla insisted, striking while the iron was hot.  
Jacinta obeyed.  ÒNow while we wait for the men, I want you to read that 
story out loud.  The one I opened the book to.  Read it out so that I may 
hear it.  Read it in a clear voice.  No mumbling!Ó
         JacintaÕs green eyes stared down at the book.  It was the story about 
the girl in the sauna.  The one whose ass suffered a violent encounter with 
birch rods.  Her lips trembling, but trying her best to keep her voice firm, 
Jacinta began to read:
         ÒThere once was a young virgin in Russia...Ó she said.

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