Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 134 1/2
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: D/s exhib MMMmF/F mf MF oral anal toys

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 134
The Sex Shoppe

      It was almost two p.m. before Dina and Bobby returned from the mall,
the three slaves in tow.  Somehow, given the company, Belle hadn't even
thought about slipping her bonds; the whole thing had just seemed
unthinkable.  Besides, it was an adventure, something she'd been lacking.
Dina paraded the women into the den in matching short wraparound dresses and
strap sandals.  Rick 'checked Mandi's dress for fit' which consisted mainly
of palming one of her breasts through the bodice and sliding his hand under
the skirt, prompting Robert to accord the older women the same treatment.
"This is great, Dina!" Robert approved, "Just the thing for travel!"
Turning to his pair of slaves, he directed, "Let's go, girls, we've an
errand to run."  He turned and let the pair back toward the door they had
entered through moments before.

      Rick raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the retreating group, "Git!
Since you want to play, I need to get you toys, too!"  He shook his head as
Mandi looked pleased and turned to dash after her sisters in bondage.  The
whole thing was frankly unfathomable to him, but it seemed to be general in
the local female population...  Maybe he'd have to do some serious work on
his world-view, after all.

      There was a jam-up at the car; order of precedence had yet to be
established.  Robert thought about letting Merry drive, but he enjoyed it
too much.  How to organize...  He looked at Rick, who had stumbled upon the
same problem.  He didn't really want to sit up front, but...  "Oops!"  Merry
exclaimed, "I'll be right back, Master!"  She turned to leave.

      Robert frowned, "And where do you think you're going?"  If it was a
bathroom run, he'd make her pee in the grass in the front yard!

      Merry stopped dead and went to kneel before him.  "I almost forgot my
punishment book, Master," she muttered diffidently, "I needed it last
time..."

      "Oh."  Robert thought about it.  "Run and get it.  You remembered in
time for it not to be an issue, so I'll make no entries.  And bring my
laptop and the memory card - I almost forgot them in my rush to be away."
Turning to Rick, he offered, "Why don't you take Belle and Mandi into the
back seat?"

      Rick nodded, "Okay."  The idea suited him, just fine.

      Robert eyed Belle, who was showing just a touch of nervousness.  "You
knew Belle in another life, didn't you, Son?"

      Rick eyed Belle, and embarrassment surfaced under the study, "Yeah,
now that you mention it."

      Robert pretended indifference.  "Why don't you give her a thorough
examination?  I'm trying to decide how long to keep her..."

      Rick flashed a glance at Mandi that started out a request for
approval, but ended up as a non-verbal 'You asked for it!' as he remembered
himself.  Mandi schooled her expression; she HAD asked for it.  Now she
would pay the piper!  Not that she was any too worried over Belle...

      Rick waved Belle into the car.  "How thorough, Pop?" he asked as he
slid in behind her, deliberately crowding her against the door as he
beckoned Mandi to follow.

      Robert shrugged, "Whatever circumstances appear to dictate."

      Rick pondered this; Belle did, too.  The fact that Robert would pass
responsibility for her to his teenage son in such a blasé fashion was both
exciting and horrifying!  And the younger Nellis male was obviously an
accomplished lover - one look at Mandi told you that...

      Rick decided (correctly) that his father's intent was to dollop on
some embarrassment and humiliation to Belle's lot.  As Merry slid
breathlessly into the front seat under her burdens, Rick turned to Belle,
"Well?  Open up the dress..."  As Robert backed the car out of the driveway,
Belle shakily undid the outer and inner ties, allowing the dress to gape
open, revealing her complete lack of underclothing.  Rick smiled into her
eyes as he deliberately manipulated both of her heavy breasts, teasing the
nipples, then slid a hand over the slight bulge of her belly to probe at her
vagina.  "Spread your legs!"  Belle did so; it seemed that she had
lubricated instantly - the finger slid right in.  "She's a bit more robustly
built than Mum," Rick mused, "What do you plan to do with her?"

      "A good question," Robert replied, glancing up in the rearview mirror.
"Unlike you, I'm past the point where I require a half-dozen nubile females
to keep my testosterone level down.  I squandered that period pretty
well..."

      Merry surprised everyone present by suddenly bursting into tears!
"I'm so sorry, Master!" she wailed, then draped herself across the seat so
she could extract and nurse on Robert's cock, sniffling.

      Robert played with her curls, murmuring, "Well, you didn't know any
better..."

      "Well, having her around WOULD provide a little novelty," Rick
allowed, pretending to ignore the uproar in the front seat, "but Mandi keeps
me pretty well tuned, too.  Not fair to just use her as a household
drudge..."

      "Well, the current purpose for having her around is to provide her
with proper training," Robert stated.  "I figure that by the time she's well
trained, a solution will present itself."

      Rick nodded, "We could keep her around for guests, for instance."

      Robert nodded pensively.  "Perhaps.  As I said, by the time she's
properly trained, we'll either absorb her into the household in some role,
or another solution will present itself.  She won't go to waste."

      Rick extracted the finger, sniffed it, smiled, commented "Nice aroma,"
and prepared to wipe it on his pants.  Then he stopped and held the finger
out to Mandi, who blinked, but took the hint, the finger disappearing into
her mouth.  Rick watched her; if she'd done similar, he was unaware of it...
Belle's expression said 'Sorry!', but Mandi merely smiled around the finger;
it wasn't anything she wouldn't survive.  Hell, it wasn't even unpleasant,
and Rick had certainly gotten a lot more intimate with HER, a bunch of
times!  Now that he was pushing the master thing, he was displaying his
father's touch, keeping the challenges coming.  Mandi smiled again.  Rick
turned to Belle, "You can close the dress, for now."

      Robert wheeled into the parking lot at the Sex Shoppe, and the five of
them got out, Robert adjusting his fly.  Merry hadn't worked on him
seriously, merely making it pleasurable and getting his attention, something
he had no problem with.  A serious blowjob while driving would have been an
issue, the two activities distracting him from one another.  The five of
them sorted themselves out, Robert leading, followed by Merry, then Belle.
Rick came next, trailed by Mandi.

      Alvin glanced up at the entry, surprise and pleasure on his face.
Circling out from behind the counter, he exclaimed, "Master Robert!  What a
pleasure!  And you brought Merry!  Who is this?" he asked, motioning to
Belle.

      "A new acquisition," Robert replied smoothly, "I call her Belle.  She
has more serious disciplinary needs than Merry, thus..."

      Alvin nodded, and turned his attention to Rick and Mandi.  "And this
is?"

      "My son Richard, and his concubine, Mandi," Robert replied.

      "Uh, Master Robert, I hate to bring up such details, but the age
requirement..."

      "...Is eighteen, is it not?" Robert queried.  "In any case, Richard is
with me... although we may have neglected proper identification for Mandi...
What is your birthday, girl?"

      Mandi rattled it off, and Alvin relaxed.  "Fine.  Sorry about that.
The minions of the law can be pretty zealous."  Then his eyes lit up as
Robert produced the flash memory card.  "You brought it!"

      Robert nodded, "I did.  I printed out the entire series, and it had an
effect on every audience that I displayed it to.  Would you happen to know
of anyone who I could speak to about publishing and distributing it?  Mildly
altered, of course, to disguise us a bit."

      Alvin nodded.  "The store partners with a small publishing house for
special projects; if it's that good - and I'm sure it is - I can probably
talk them into some kind of exclusive distribution agreement, particularly
if there is a photo that will work well for displays."

      "Oh, there area a couple of excellent ones!" Robert declared, "Merry,
run and get the laptop!"  Merry dashed, remembering keys just in time to
catch them as Robert tossed them.

      "How is her training going?" Alvin asked, nodding at Merry.

      "Quite well," Robert smiled.  "Belle, there, is the current project.
She's very early in."

      "Do you plan to hold classes, or something?  Run a dungeon?" Alvin
asked as Merry returned, breathless.

      "Not commercially, or anything," Robert replied.  "But my current
facilities are inadequate, so I'm looking for some books on design to
provide a bit of inspiration."

      Alvin squinted in thought, "As I remember, it's about proper
discipline, not sadism or masochism..."

      Robert nodded, watching the computer boot.  "True, but they need
variety, and surprise, if nothing particularly fiendish."  Glancing around,
he directed, "Girls!  Disrobe!"

      Merry reached for the ties of her dress instantly; Mandi delayed only
long enough to get a nod of confirmation from Rick.  Belle watched the
others blankly, discovered Robert watching her closely, looked toward the
whip display, and rushed to catch up.

      "Oh, very nice!" Alvin approved, as the first thumbnails of the
pictures came up.

      Robert nodded, and turned to Merry, "Merry, Belle will need a collar
or two."  He checked Rick, who nodded, "Mandi, too.  Fit them, please?"

      Alvin, absorbed in the slideshow, waved at his female colleague, who
moved quickly - she'd seen the commissions from last time...  The women
retired to the jewelry counter.

      Alvin hissed through his teeth, examining an action shot, "My God!"

      Robert smiled, "You did wonderful work."

      "The models were a major portion of it," Alvin disparaged.

      "That's as may be, but you showed true talent.  Ensure that you get
proper credit, and, oh, fifty percent?" Robert eyed Alvin, who grinned from
ear to ear.

      "This one, I think," Alvin declaimed, pointing out a standing shot of
Merry looking absolutely pitiful - and beautiful.  How much do you want to
do to obscure your features?"

      Robert shrugged, "Hair color, perhaps, for Merry?  As for me..."

      "We could do anything from brushing in a beard to superimposing a
leather hood, Alvin declared.  "I know an artist who is quite good with such
things."

      "Something subtle," Robert decided, "A mustache, or something."

      Alvin nodded.  He glanced up, thinking - then forgot to.  There were
three nude women clustered around the jewelry case - not something you saw
every day!  Mr. Nellis' original slave - Merry- was a real beauty for her
age, something clear even in the photographs.  The newer acquisition -
Belle? - was heavier, more rounded, showing a few fat pads, but still,
nothing to sneeze at, nude.  She caught him looking and blushed as Merry
settled a collar around her neck.  She started to cover her breasts with her
arm and steal a hand to her crotch as a fig leaf, and Merry hissed, "Don't
do that!  Master will beat you!  He did me!"

      "B-but, he's looking!" Belle exclaimed.

      "Yes, and so is he, and so is he, and so is he!"  Merry replied,
picking out three male customers whose expressions varied from transfixed
wonder to surreptitious appraisal, "And you are on display.  If you make a
poor one, Master WILL beat you!  Now stand up proud!"

      It was too late.  "Belle," Robert admonished, "you just volunteered
for the equipment tests.  I wouldn't tempt me to prolong them..."  Robert
picked up Merry with his eyes, "Send her over here when you're done."

      Alvin smiled at the woman's discomfiture, suspecting that it would get
MUCH worse, and allowed his eyes to drift to the young dishwater blonde
Amazon that Master Robert's son had arrived with.  SHE was a beauty!  And
she was making no effort to hide it, although she sported a fine pink blush.
Young Richard was watching her, amused, as she took in her male audience.
Sensing Alvin's regard, she looked back, then glanced at her master, at
whose tight nod she shook her shoulders gently, causing the rounded orbs on
her chest to dance and sway.

      Alvin went hot and flushed - he couldn't help it.  His cock, already
in the process of erection became an iron bar.  "Christ!" he gasped, and
Mandi grinned delight.

      Rick, too, smiled broadly - Mandi was sure coming out of her shell!
This was the girl who hid in the shadows at the dance the night they met!
"Careful," he cautioned, "Display is one thing - but if you make promises,
I'll make you keep them!"  Mandi nodded, enthusiasm apparently undimmed.

      At that point, things went south for Belle.  Two twenty-something
females entered the store, one heavy and pimply-faced, the other flat-
chested and stringy-looking.  They were unprepossessing specimens that Alvin
instantly marked as being there to collect toys as a prelude to an
experiment in girl-girl sex (males might be a tough sell for either of them,
although in Alvin's experience it was a seller's market; here, in
particular, was a place where either or both would likely find a male
desperate enough to essay a temporary liaison, at least, - if they had any
sense.)  But to Belle, they were women that she was exposed before in an
environment that reeked of sex; her embarrassment quotient went off the
scale and she covered up again.

      Robert picked up on it instantly, and frowned.  He'd hoped to avoid a
confrontation... "Belle!  Get over here!" he barked.

      Belle blanched and hurried over, dropping her hands.  En route, she
realized that she had managed to draw more attention to herself, rather than
direct it away.  And now Robert was pissed; God!  What had she been
thinking?

      It was true, too.  The pair of young women had totally failed to
notice the trio of slaves; still working through their own embarrassment at
being there, they had turned their attention immediately to the toy aisle
and missed the fact that the nude figures in the back were not mannequins.
Now they were giggling and pointing and making exclamations - and drifting
toward Robert and Belle to see what was up.

      Robert glared.  "I would have thought that last night's lesson in
obedience would have lasted longer!" he growled.

      Belle cowered, cringing.  "Yes, Master!"

      "So, what is the problem?  I distinctly heard Merry providing you with
instructions regarding my wishes in this matter.  Did you not believe her?"
Robert's face was flinty.

      "Yes, Master, er, no, Master..."  Fear led her to confusion over what
an affirmative response might be.

      "Let's try again," Robert asked with dangerous gentleness, "Did you
believe her, or not?"

      "I b-believed, her, Master," Belle quavered.

      "Then whatever led you to be disobedient?" Robert roared.

      "I...  They..."  Belle couldn't formulate - she was actively shaking.

      Robert glanced over toward the pair of young women, who were now
slowly converging on them, "Two young freewomen entered the store, and you
were unable to obey me?" Robert demanded incredulously.

      "Yes, Master," Belle hung her head, miserably.

      "Kneel," Robert directed, all emotion leached from his voice.  He
picked up Merry with his eye; she nodded, quickly finished buckling a collar
around Mandi's neck for Rick to evaluate, and began moving toward the pair.
Mandi checked Rick with her eyes, and followed.

      The pair of young women continued to slowly approach, pointing and
giggling and passing whispered comments.  "You realize," Robert observed to
Belle, "that your actions have had the exact opposite of the desired effect?
You are now the center of attention for the entire store..."

      "Oh, God!" Belle whimpered.

      "Look around.  Meet everyone's eyes," Robert directed, rubbing it in.
Belle did so, and discovered a forest of eyes looking back.  It wasn't THAT
many - there were probably a dozen patrons besides her immediate 'family',
but they were all looking, and many were sidling closer, attracted by the
unusual sight and the commotion.  "Turn around and face your audience -
don't get up!  Just face the attention that your efforts have brought you!"
Belle knee-walked in a circle until her back was to the counter, forced to
observe as the onlookers gathered around her.  Aside from the pair of young
women, there were men of just about every age group, from barely legal to
ancient, represented, whose looks ran the gamut from well-kept to distinctly
seedy.  In an interesting phenomenon, as the crowd coalesced, the males
still left an aisle for the two females to proceed to the core of the
action, as if by unspoken agreement.  Belle began to actively quake as she
knelt there - as long as she had behaved herself, she had been one of a
group, however small; now, Mandi and Merry were getting admiring glances, to
be sure, but SHE was the center of attention.

      The heavy girl broke the silence.  "What's going on?" she asked
cautiously, "How come she's - they're naked?  Is this a show?"

      "No, we're customers.  These women you see here naked are slaves.  And
this one has made a mistake, for which she is already being punished,"
Robert replied.

      The skinny girl frowned.  "Slavery's illegal."

      Robert tilted his head, pondering to formulate a response.  "If it
were what one normally thinks of as 'slavery' - people bought and sold
against their will and without regard for their civil rights, you would be
correct.  However, THIS woman, without any coercion, chose to subordinate
her will to mine for a time."

      Skinny blinked, confused, so the heavy girl sighed and translated,
"It's okay, she volunteered.  She's into it."

      "Really?" Skinny was nonplussed.  "Why?"

      Robert shrugged.  "Reasons vary.  Each of the three female slaves
before you has different ones.  In Belle, here's case, her formative sexual
experience forged a link between sex and humiliation, punishment, and a bit
of pain."

      "Oh," Skinny grunted; it was supposed to indicate understanding, but
everyone present knew better.  Then she grinned like she'd discovered a
loophole, "This has got to be pretty embarrassing...  Why doesn't she cum?"

      Robert was momentarily nonplussed, but Mandi wasn't.  Addressing
Skinny, she asked, "Would you enjoy having your nipples played with?"

      "Yeah..." Skinny answered, brow furrowed.  What was she getting at?
Was it an offer?

      "Would you cum?" Mandi pressed.

      "Ah, no, probably not."  Skinny nodded as understanding dawned.

      "But it'd be nice to have, right?" Mandi added.  At Skinny's nod,
Mandi continued, "It's the same for Belle.  She can do sex without it, but
it adds spice for her.  This kind of thing is not necessarily mainstream -
why would you want to court being hurt or embarrassed?  But it works for her
because it's forbidden.  It's kind of like the 'Don't... Stop' thing."

      "Huh?"  Mandi totally lost Skinny, but Heavy looked thoughtful.

      "You know: 'Don't!... Stop!... Don't!... Stop! ... Don't stop!'" Mandi
grinned.

      "Oh!  Yeah!"  Skinny got it, but still didn't make the connection.
Heavy looked like she did, though.

      Mandi smiled, "When your boyfriend starts pushing all of your
buttons," she paused a moment, realizing the basic fallacy - they probably
didn't have any - but pressed on, "you tell him 'Don't!' and 'Stop!' because
you're worried about side issues like what he'll think of you, and birth
control, and other stuff - but if he keeps it up, you reach a point where
all that stuff just isn't important, any more, and tell him 'Don't stop!'
Belle enjoys having her master sweep aside her objections, making her
surrender - and proving the point by making it clear to her how thoroughly
dominated she is by abusing her."

      "Which brings us to the present circumstance," Robert picked up
smoothly.  "Belle was told to disrobe and remain nude.  Implicit in this
instruction was the fact that she was on display, something that Merry made
explicit by informing her of my wishes in the matter.  Belle has admitted to
this, haven't you, Slave?"  Belle nodded dumbly.  "Yet when you two showed
up, she became so agitated about the idea of being seen by strange women
that she again started trying foolishly to cover her nakedness.  It is my
job to punish her infractions, so now I have to come up with something
memorable."  Robert shook his head, pondering, "She was beaten severely just
last night, yet the memory of that beating was ineffective in instilling
obedience.  Obviously, I need to come up with something more effective."  He
gazed at the girls, and announced, "Since you are at the root of the
problem, your assistance in implementing the solution would be appreciated."

      "Um," Skinny replied, obviously not up for anything intelligent in the
way of a response.

      But Heavy was doing better, "Oh, Evie, you can be SO dense..."  She
looked around at the crowd.  "This is a good start, isn't it?"

      "Yes," Robert agreed, "As has been observed previously, just suddenly
becoming the nude center of attention is good cause for humiliation and
embarrassment.  But it isn't enough, I'm afraid."

      Heavy nodded, considering.  "She should pose, maybe?  For a start?"

      Robert nodded, mildly surprised.  "Good idea.  Any suggestions?"

      "Something pretty lewd, I think," Heavy replied.  "Oh, and everybody
should get a real close look!"  A couple of quiet male murmurs wafted
through the background.  Evie's eyes lit up, and she whispered in Heavy's
ear.   Heavy nodded.  "Having her stand limits things.  Maybe we could round
up a chair, or a bench?"

      Robert and Heavy locked eyes, and Robert smiled.  "Something sturdy,
I'd guess.  No telling where this is going..."  Turning, he queried, "Alvin?
Would you have anything?"

      Alvin frowned, thinking.  "Um, there are the couches in the couples'
booths..."

      Heavy wrinkled her nose, "Too confining."  Robert nodded.

      Belle was adrift.  The implications were obvious - she wouldn't be
JUST posing.  Her heart hammered in her chest.  Hell was out for noon!  She
was going to be abused, humiliated, used - probably gang-raped - oh, and she
WAS going to do WHATEVER Master directed!  She was virtually sizzling
already!

      Alvin's female colleague came to the rescue. "What about that?" she
asked, pointing.  'That' was a 'lover's bench', a configurable, padded bench
on the order of a weight bench, capable of being set at different angles and
adorned with handles and braces at various strategic locations.

      "Oh, perfect!"  Heavy actually jumped up and down and clapped.  Robert
looked on, amused.

      Alvin cleared his throat, "Um, that's merchandise.  There are health
regulations..."

      Mandi whispered to Rick, who nodded.  "We were looking for stuff for
the playroom, Pop."

      Robert nodded, grinning.  "We'll purchase it.  Alvin, you may want to
curtail access for a while - do you have events of any type here?  Shows?
Exhibitions?  Visits from porn stars?"

      Alvin's eyes widened.  "Why?"

      "I'm concerned about legal ramifications should it become necessary
that Belle here demonstrate anything advanced..." Robert replied.  "You may
want to close temporarily, or charge attendance in order to keep the numbers
of the clientele under control.  You need to decide what is safe..."

      Alvin waved over his female colleague, and they entered into heated
discussions.  Robert glanced up and asked of the general audience.  "It
appears that we are going to conduct a product demonstration, which is
likely to become quite graphic.  I mention this because some of you may end
up suffering from offended sensibilities.  Does anyone wish to leave?"  No
one moved.  "Then, could I prevail upon a couple of you gentlemen to bring
that bench over to that open area near that, uh," he squinted a moment,
"Amateur video rack over there?"  He smiled at Belle, murmuring, "How
appropriate, don't you think?" while a concerted rush to collect the device
and deliver it ensued.

      Belle husked, "Yes, Master!"  She was barely capable of breathing, and
Robert correctly believed that the reason was excitement and anticipation.
"Ultimately, it's hard to punish you," he observed, "All of my efforts may
backfire."

      "Master will find a way," Belle sighed.

      Robert wasn't so sure.  The switch in her brain was thrown; Belle was
almost smiling.  Whatever he did would need to be too much - which might be
difficult...

      Alvin returned.  "We've decided to close the store, except for
attendance of a 'Product Demo' that will require a signed release and a $10
entry fee."  There was a collective groan, which Alvin squelched with "Those
already in the store are exempt from the fee."  This brought loud applause.
"Please queue up at the counter, though, you WILL need to sign a release!"
Alvin attended to this; the female clerk emerged from the back of the store
with a couple of signs and announced nervously to no one in particular,
"I'll watch the door," heading for the storefront.

      Release signing took no time at all.  Soon, everyone was gathered
around the bench.  Robert glanced up.  "Alvin, this may well be another
photo op, if you can handle it.  I'm not sure..."

      "I have the camera," Alvin announced.  "I'll try to be available."

      Robert turned to Heavy, "Go ahead, dear, you're on a roll.  What's
your name?"

      "Becky," Heavy announced, dimpling.  "Um, why don't we start with
something that exposes her pussy and ass?  Bend over the bench, Dear, and
grab those handles down there," Becky indicated a pair of handles that sat
lower than the padded seat, ensuring that Belle would be thoroughly exposed.
The seat back was reclined all the way to the flat; she would be straddling
the bench.  "Um, maybe you oughta set some rules," she murmured, glancing
around at the audience.  Nodding at Alvin, she continued, "Maybe he should,
too."

      Robert nodded and drew Alvin aside.  "The young lady appears to have
quite a bit of native talent at organization," he observed, quietly.  "Look,
this could well dissolve into a gang-bang.  Are you okay with that?"

      Alvin pursed his lips.  "Monica and I discussed it; if they're careful
at all, the mess won't exceed that which we end up cleaning out of the peep
booths, anyway.  I'll pop for free rubbers, but someone will have to pay for
any other product used.  But this won't hurt sales, when it gets out."

      "Crowd control?" Robert questioned.

      Alvin shook his head.  "Most of these guys are regulars, and there are
three of us, counting your son, if we need to get a grip on things.  Some of
them can be counted on, too.  I'll give a quick pep talk."

      Robert nodded, and they turned back to the crowd, some of whom were
examining Belle's hindquarters from a respectful distance.  Alvin opened the
session: "All right, ladies and gents, this is somewhat of an experiment.
If it goes well, we may do other comparable things in the future; if,
however, you screw it up...  Well you get the picture.  Stay within the
rules!"  He waved to Robert.

      Robert stepped up, and raised his voice, "Okay, we're going to play it
by ear, to a certain extent.  Those of you who know that the underlying
issue is the punishment of my slave, here, will understand that at some
point, for her, things will likely get to be extreme.  We're going to open
up with a few simple rules, though:"

      "First, the other slaves are off-limits unless you're specifically
invited by myself or young Richard, over there," Robert waved to his son.
"They're private property - look, but don't touch."

      "Second, no matter what else is going on, I won't tolerate anything
that promises to permanently injure Belle.  You start telegraphing damage to
her, and you'll be ejected from the game..."

      "AND you'll be blackballed and not allowed to return here..." Alvin
interjected.

      "AND, I WILL prosecute!" Robert finished.  "She's my property and I
won't let it pass."

      Robert gathered himself.  "Other rules are subject to change, to meet
the needs of the moment, and the exercise overall.  We'll start out by
allowing all of you an intensive examination, up to but not including touch.
You may request minor adjustments in position to facilitate your
observation; anything major goes through Becky here."  Turning to Becky, he
murmured, "For now, it's your show."  He stepped over and squatted before
Belle's bent form, "Belle, I'm watching, but Becky here is running things.
You answer to Becky."

      "Yes, Master."  Belle was grappling a bit with the position; in some
ways, it was little better than a pushup.  Becky began directing traffic;
two of the men came forward, circling Belle, examining her closely.  The
younger of the pair, in particular, was having serious problems with the
touching prohibition; his hands were moving constantly, reflexively
clutching and grabbing at the air behind his back as he leaned forward to
examine Belle's nipples.

      Becky frowned, and glanced at Robert, wiggling her fingers to
illustrate the unspoken request.  Robert nodded.  "Okay boys, the touching
restriction is lifted.  Keep it gentle, and remember that this is an
examination, not sex."

      Instantly, young fingers began gently hefting Belle's left breast.
"Is this okay?" the young fellow, a gawky type who was undoubtedly not
getting a whole lot of attention from his female peers, asked nervously.
Belle nodded.  The other male, a balding gentleman in his fifties, dragged a
calloused but gentle hand along her flank.  The young lad commenced an
effort to memorize every contour of both of Belle's breasts, mapping them
with his hands.

      Becky took in the older man's wistful expression.  Turning to Robert,
she muttered, "Kind of sweet, aren't they?"

      Robert nodded.  "You'd be surprised what WON'T happen in this
environment.  These guys probably don't get squat for female attention, or
they wouldn't be here.  Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs won't
even occur to them."  Evie, standing nearby, suddenly assumed a thoughtful
expression.

      Becky pursued a thought, "What limitations has the store set?"

      "Very few," Robert murmured.  "Primarily, it's what we've already
seen: if we use merchandise on her, someone has to pay for it, because they
can't sell it afterward."

      "Evie and I came to look at toys..." Becky mused, "Some of the things
I see on the rack look a little bit improbable."

      "Mandi has some experience with toys," Rick offered.  "She might be
able to advise you."

      "Cool," Becky nodded, but Robert had already seen where she was going.

      "I might pop for one or two of interest to my slaves, but I'm not
going hog wild," Robert rumbled, amused.  "However, if you - or perhaps one
of the gentlemen - wants to have Belle evaluate something, and you can agree
on who will pay..."  Becky grinned from ear to ear.  "Why don't you wander
over to the rack with Mandi and look at candidates?  I'll mind the store..."
Robert chuckled.

      Becky nodded and, picking up Mandi with her eyes, started off.  After
a couple of steps, she glanced back, "Coming Evie?"

      "No, you go ahead - I trust you..."  Something about the tableaux
before her seemed to hold Evie's attention.  Becky eyed her a moment more,
irritated, then shrugged and moved on.

      Robert glanced back to find the kid on his back at the foot of the
bench, wriggling into a position to view Belle's pubic mound from below.
"That's enough, Son," he announced gently.

      The kid looked flustered, "I wanted to see..."

      Robert held up a hand, "You have to share - others need their turn.
We'll turn her over, and you'll get another shot, okay?"  The kid nodded,
mollified, and backed off.

      The older guy, who had been kneeling with a breast in either hand,
manipulating the nipples, stood up and addressed a "Thanks!" to Belle.

      "Well, Belle, are you still embarrassed?" Robert queried.

      "Yes, Master, some, but it seems to be irrelevant," Belle replied.

      "True."

      "I seem to be doing a public service," Belle continued, as the next
pair, a fat middle-aged fellow and a black somewhere in his late thirties,
sorted themselves out.  Belle was watching Evie as close as Evie was
watching Belle, at this point, trying to figure out what was going on in
Evie's head.

      Robert smiled.  "You probably are.  At this point, you're kind of a
petting zoo for the sexually disadvantaged."

      "They're being awfully gentle..."

      "Why would they hurt you?" Robert replied.  "This is a one in a
million opportunity to get intimate with a woman, an unhindered exploration
the likes of which some of them have never had, and others haven't had often
enough.  Why screw it up?"  He eyed her a moment.  "This isn't exactly
punishment, is it?"

      Belle smiled.  "Well, no, Master.  If I meet one of these guys in a
supermarket, I'm going to melt into a puddle on the floor in embarrassment,
but for right now..."

      The black guy cleared his throat, "Uh, I'd like to, uh, get a look at
her clit..."  Robert waved approval and he reached down and skinned back the
hood, exposing the sensitive pink bud beneath.  The kid sidled up to get a
look, along with another boy of about the same age, this one thin and
freckled, with uncontrolled light red hair.  The older man allowed this
without comment, instead drawing them forward, murmuring "Damn!  That's a
big one!  See that?  That's her clit!  It's all sensitive, kinda like a
little cock!  You mess with that, you can drive a woman nuts!"

      The boys both leaned in to see, Evie looking on, fascinated.  The
black gentleman continued his impromptu period of instruction, "Some women,
you can't hardly find it even while they're cummin', but this 'un's nice and
big.  You can feel it, all stiff, see?"  He took each of the boys' hand, one
at a time, and dragged it along the defined ridge of Belle's clitoral shaft.
"Sometimes a woman can't take it if you work right on the tip..." He
demonstrated, rolling the ball of his thumb over the pink bud while he held
the covering back.  Belle shuddered and moaned.  "If they do that, use the
cover here like a foreskin and kinda jack it a little."  He did so, and both
boys nodded, rapt.  "If you can find one, get a girl who is willing to do
herself," he added, "You can learn a lot, watching."  Robert was just
beginning to wonder why the man, obviously very experienced, was here, it
this haven of desperation, when the man provided the answer, musing, "This
'un's about the size of my Irma...  Damn, I sure miss her - fuckin' breast
cancer..."  Robert let them play a bit more; the fat man seemed content to
rub slightly sweaty palms along Belle's back and flanks.  Then he waved for
the changing of the guard, and the redheaded kid bore in, flanked by a
retirement-aged character who kept exclaiming, "Damn!"  Robert noted that
that was it; the other couple of denizens had faded away, either out of fear
or nervousness, or possibly just a mismatch of sexual orientation, in one
case.

      Becky and Mandi returned, Becky brandishing a couple of sex toys.
"Okay, boys, I've got a couple of items I want to try out on her.  You can,
too, if you see anything that sparks your interest - but you hafta pay for
it, the store can't put it back on the shelves after.  Some health
regulation, apparently."  The young guys, in particular exchanged glances,
"Wow!"  But they didn't go anywhere...

      "Roll over, Slave!" Becky directed.  "Put your feet in the stirrups,
it's time to take a look at the front side!"  The 'lover's chair' had a pair
of stirrups like an exam table, presumably to keep a woman comfortable while
her lover plowed her channel between widespread legs; Becky circled the
thing, lifting them into position and locking them into place with the
provided thumbscrews.  Belle obliged her by occupying the raised stirrups.
"Slide your butt down to the edge, Dear - no telling what we might need to
accomplish!"

      Belle obliged, and Becky produced a vibrator whose shaft appeared to
be a clear, flexible covering over a multitude of small balls, about six
inches long.  "Here!" she directed, motioning Belle to take it, "Why don't
you try this out and tell me what you think?"

      Belle took it and examined it, caught Robert's tight nod and activated
the vibration, then moved it to her crotch.  She began sliding it along her
labia, her nostrils swelling as she sucked a ragged breath through her nose.
"Uummmmm," she sighed.  The thing felt wonderful!  Males crowded around,
circling the action.  Evie took up a position at Belle's head, her gaze
shifting back and forth from Belle to the audience.  "It's... quite nice,"
Belle gasped.

      "Put it in," Becky instructed.

      Belle reached down to ensure that her labia were adequately retracted,
and pressed the tip against her opening.  The collection of vibrating balls
seemed to shift a bit, narrowing the tip to the point that it was
insertable.  As she pressed, there was a flow as the flexible cover again
expanded inside the constricting ring of muscle at her vaginal mouth,
allowing the little pea-sized spheres to flow through the narrowing and into
the tip.  "Very...interesting..." Belle murmured.  "It kind of... flows.
Easy to insert, even if you're not... dilated."

      Becky nodded, watching closely.  "And if you move it faster?"

      Belle extracted it more quickly than she had inserted it, then worked
it back in.  "If you're faster, it can't shift as much and becomes
effectively harder.  More like it's solid."

      "Hmmm.  Play a bit," Becky instructed.  "Your audience wants to see
you get hot."

      Belle closed her eyes, concentrating upon her vaginal area.  She knew
what Becky was up to - fueling her shame and embarrassment.  But if she
didn't see them...

      Becky was smarter than that, though.  "Uh uh!  Look around, Dear.
Make eye contact with your admirers!  Show them what a slut you are!"

      Belle opened her eyes, taking in the group around her.  Slowly, she
locked eyes with various individuals: the fat man, the gawky kid, the bald
guy, the black man, the redheaded kid.  Each got some attention, and each
broadcast hunger, after his fashion.  Belle glanced up at Evie, but the
thin, washed out looking girl wasn't watching Belle - she was watching the
men!  Becky, however, was watching Belle; she ran a finger along her red,
oily nose, scratching it absently while she watched the older woman arouse
herself with the toy.  Becky shifted positions a bit; the itch between her
legs was getting to be a serious distraction.  Did she dare...?  Becky
glanced over at Robert, who seemed to be spending as much time watching her
as his slave.  Merry had stepped up in front of him and he was fondling her
right breast while he watched the action over her right shoulder, his left
arm around her waist.  Robert raised an eyebrow, and the hand around Merry's
waist extended itself outward palm up, a clear signal that Becky retained
control of the situation, so...

      "You're having too much fun, Dear," Becky announced, "This is supposed
to be a punishment, after all..."  She brandished a sizeable anal intruder,
a three tiered item.  Belle took a look, her eyes popped, and her mouth
opened - but she glanced at Robert and subsided.  Becky glanced around,
"Anybody want to help?"

      Robert surreptitiously waved Rick over, and murmured, "Quietly remind
her that I do not wish Belle damaged.  Insist that she use a little lube..."
In the meantime, the fat man had gingerly stepped up.  Robert eyed him;
yeah, he probably had a bone to pick with womanhood in general.

      Becky handed off the probe and stood back, detecting Rick's approach.
Rick collected her with his eyes, and the pair stepped away a bit.  "No
permanent damage," Rick husked.  "You're doing fine, but she was an anal
virgin last night.  Use a little lube here and there.  Otherwise, it's your
show."

      Becky nodded, frowning.  "What about actual sex?"

      Rick glanced at Robert and grinned.  "Yeah, wear her out.  Alvin can
hand out rubbers.  Do whatever."  He stepped away, turned back, "I bet he's
got some lube samples, too!"

      Belle had no attention to spare for this aside; the fat man had her
whole attention as he probed her anus with the pointed tip of the intruder,
trying to use force to overcome the lack of lubrication. Damn, it hurt!

      Becky appeared around the fat man's right shoulder.  "That's not gonna
work!" she grunted, "Stick it in her mouth and let her slobber it up.  She
needs some lubricant!"

      That tickled the fat guy's sense of humor, apparently - he let out a
high-pitched giggle.  The probe was removed from Belle's ass and presented
before her face without further ado, and Belle took it into her mouth,
knowing that whatever she did for it might well be what she had to live
with.  The fat man played it, moving it in and out, rotating it, making her
take it in deep, even choking her with it.  Becky, watching, swatted him on
the arm, "Don't get too carried away."  The fat man let it ride for a few
more seconds, then removed it and returned to a location between Belle's
widespread legs, ponderously kneeling down to get a better eye on his
target.

      Belle tried to relax, concentrating on the vibrator and her audience.
By now, quite a bit of surreptitious adjustment of hard-ons was under way.
Belle glanced at Evie again.  She was a little saddened for the girl, whose
thin hair and frail body made her look as if she had begun to wither even
before she had bloomed.  Evie looked back, and something undefined passed
between the two women; Belle became aware that she was in no danger from
Evie, who actually envied her.  Of the pair, perhaps Evie needed help more
than Belle...

      Assisted by the layer of spit, Fatty managed to force the bluntly
pointed tip of the intruder past Belle's anal sphincter, riding it up to the
first step.  It was unpleasant as Hell, but Belle wasn't broken or anything.
She grimaced a bit, which seemed to please Fatty and got a nod from Becky.
The next step was a different proposition altogether, though - forcing Belle
open using mere spit wasn't going to cut it.  Becky got a look and grunted,
"Go with what you've got," then turned and sought out Alvin.  "Got any
lube?" she asked, "And maybe some paper towels?"

      Alvin nodded and lowered his camera.  Leading her to the counter, he
collected a couple of single-use packets of Wet from a jar and a roll of
paper towels from behind the counter.  Becky took them and added, "Things
are gonna liven up, soon.  How about some rubbers?"

      "Sure," Alvin fished a wad of them from a jar.

      Becky shoved them in a pocket of her shorts - no need to be
premature...  "Thanks."

      "Don't tear down the place," Alvin admonished, "My neck's out a yard."
He grinned, "Have fun, though!"

      Becky smiled and nodded, turning back to the action.  Alvin found
himself watching the big ass sway under the shorts.  Okay, so she was pudgy.
She had heavy tits.  Wipe the oil off her face, and it was kinda cherubic...
Alvin shook his head; there were three nude women in the room, and one of
them was getting sexually molested.  Why was he looking at the chick who was
fully dressed?  He checked his camera as he followed Becky back to the
action.

      Fatty was still grinding the plug in Belle's ass, rotating it in
circles in an attempt to bring her sphincter to surrender.  "Let's get a
look at that," Becky announced.  Fatty pulled the intruder out, watching
Belle's sphincter wink, and held it up.  As expected, it was a little brown
about the tip - Becky seemed to remember reading somewhere that an enema
should precede real anal play.  "Stick your finger in there," she directed,
nodding toward Belle's ass, "or you'll lose ground."  Fatty hastened to
execute.  Becky shook her head; she wasn't terribly impressed with Fatty -
he was only a little smarter than Evie, and God knows SHE had to be led
EVERYWHERE!  Becky distantly hoped that when it came time for Evie to stick
her tongue in Becky's snatch later tonight, she wouldn't get all balky.
Eventually, she'd bully Evie into it - if not tonight, sometime later in the
week - but she was hot NOW, and she sure didn't want to take any shit!  She
glanced over at Evie, who was acting kind of funny, looking around nervously
at all of the guys.  What the Hell was she thinking?

      Becky ripped off a paper towel and cleaned the tip of the intruder.
"Now it's dry again!" Fatty whined.

      "Stick it in her pussy," Becky replied, handing it back, "It's lubed -
the good stuff!"

      It was, too.  "Get that outta there," Fatty grunted, pushing at the
vibrator.  Belle complied, sliding it up toward her clit where she could
really enjoy it.  Picking out Gawky with her eyes, she then flicked them at
her breasts.  The kid's eyes popped, but he stepped forward and took a
breast in either hand.  In a couple of seconds, he was unconsciously
grinding his crotch into her ribs, too.  Belle grinned; there was a pretty
good sized hard-on in there!

      Fatty rammed away with the probe, but before she could dry up, he
decided he was done and returned to her anus.  This time, the first step
slid right in, and only a moderate effort defeated her defense of the
second.  The damned thing was unpleasant, but she wasn't really injured, she
knew.  When she thought about it, it wouldn't be there if some people didn't
use it...  The thought helped her relax, which in turn eased the pain a bit.

      Becky sidled up beside Fatty and watched a moment, then offered, "I
don't think I'd try for much more - you'll make her all loose... Why don't
you just get you some?"  She smiled brightly into Belle's startled eyes, "In
fact, Dear, why don't you slide up a bit and drop your head over - I want to
see you swallow a cock!"  She stepped around to the left, passing Gawky to
stand by Belle's right shoulder, grinning as she detected the bulge he was
grinding into her ribs.

      Belle glanced at Robert, but he only nodded.  Obviously, he didn't see
her as actively endangered.  Things were getting out of hand as far as Belle
was concerned - but then, she was being punished, wasn't she?  She slid up a
bit, and obediently dropped her head over the top of the padded bench, only
to discover that that surface was padded, too, and cupped a bit to support
her head.  Obviously, the thing was well thought out...

      In the meantime, Becky turned to the audience and announced, "Well,
boys, it's time we picked up the pace!"  Turning to Evie, she fished the
rubbers out of her pocket and dumped them into her hands, "Here.  Dole them
out when the time comes, willya?"  Facing the men again, she locked eyes
with Fatty, "You're not gonna get any standing there with your pants all
done up!"

      Fatty let go of the probe and went for his belt buckle.  Becky smiled,
and indicated Fatty with a wave, "This gentleman," she winked, the eye he
couldn't see, "owns the slave's ass - but I own the other two holes, and I
think we ought to put them to use!  If you boys want some, go ahead and drop
your pants, and I'll direct traffic based on what I see!"

      Everybody but Fatty stood frozen for a moment.  There were glances at
Belle, but her head was dropped over into a position that didn't allow eye
contact.  Fatty managed to untangle himself from his underwear and Becky
smiled.  There was the OTHER reason Fatty wasn't getting much - the cock he
displayed was undoubtedly stiff and fully erect, but it was narrow, and
looked like it topped out at less than five inches.  Becky hadn't much
experience with cocks, but the ones she HAD come in contact with had all
been bigger - except for a couple of ten year old boys she'd played doctor
with, maybe...  Becky thought to herself, "This Belle ought to thank me -
HE'S not going to hurt her any!"

      The black guy checked with Robert, got a nod, and murmured, "Well, I
don't pass up pussy..." and went for his belt.  That broke the dam; the
others began rapidly to follow suit.

      The bald guy unlimbered a decent, moderately sized cock, so Becky
waved him around to her head.  "You take first shot at her throat, Pops."
Gawky was still extracting himself from his shorts, one-handed - he refused
to let go of at least one of Belle's heavy breasts.  "Listen up, all of you!
I'm gonna call out the batting order.  Nobody has to worry about missing out
- you can all rotate until you run out of interest, so let's not get to
excited or grabby!  Remember that this is punishment; feel free to be a bit
rough, and remind her that she's a slut.  On the other hand, don't be trying
to break anything!  If, for instance, you always wanted to see a woman use
one of those toys over there on the rack, well, this is your chance!  But
you hafta pay for it; Alvin can't put anything out for sale after she's got
it all gooey, understand?"  Becky got a chorus of nods.  "Okay, we all want
to be careful about disease, so throat fucks are bareback, but the other two
holes require a rubber!  Whoa, there!" Becky waved Fatty off, "Evie, toss
him a rubber!"  Becky turned to face Evie, allowing her back to shield the
finger play as she made the universal hand sign for 'small'.  Evie giggled,
and sorted through the packages, making sure she didn't toss Fatty a Magnum.
Evie tossed, Fatty bungled the catch, and there was a quiet chuckle at his
expense while he scrabbled for it.

      Becky took a moment to watch Belle meekly open up to accept Baldy's
meat.  He had a nice, stiff six incher showing very little foreskin; Becky
couldn't decide whether he was circumcised, or just naturally spare...
Belle seemed to be a bit low, so Becky examined the bench and found a crank
handle that apparently raised the head end a bit.  "How's that, Pop?" she
asked Baldy, who nodded, wheezing, "Just fine!"  Belle was doing a good job;
surprisingly, the guy's cock was clean and tasted okay, and he wasn't quite
long enough to lodge in her throat.  Realizing that she was going to do it
anyway, Belle was determined to enjoy it.  He groaned as she worked her
tongue over his length while he slowly pistoned in and out.  "Get it your
way!" Becky urged, "She's Burger King, as far as you're concerned!"  The old
guy nodded, and put on a bit more of a stroke, grunting.  Becky knelt down
to meet Belle's eyes, "Oh, and Honey?  Swallow!"

      Belle blinked an acknowledgement, then a quick grimace passed across
her features.  Becky glanced up along the valley between Belle's tits, (and
under Gawky's right arm - he had his hands on both, again), to see Fatty
working at her lower end, a look of concentration on his face.  Yeah, he was
probably poking her ass...  She had him figured for about thirty seconds;
plenty of time to decide who was at bat between Belle's legs after he
finished.

      Belle was just discovering that Fatty's cock was a lot less of a
problem than the anal probe.  After a couple of quick, uncomfortable pokes,
Fatty got the condom-sheathed head of his cock past the loosened ring of
Belle's sphincter and started working it in.  Belle discovered that she
wasn't being challenged by additional girth, and sighed around Baldy's cock.

      Becky caught this, figured out the cause, and snickered.  Then she
moved on to her survey of available cockflesh.  First up, and easiest to
see, since he still had a death grip on Belle's breasts, was Gawky.  And
indeed, he has a nice cock - a bit over six and a half inches at a decent
girth.  "That's a nice one!" Becky approved, "What's your name?"

      "Roy," Gawky choked out past his nervousness.

      "Well, Roy, you like those so much, maybe you ought to think about a
titty fuck?"  Becky watched the play of surprise across his face, but came
to the same conclusion he did just ahead of him, "No, you will probably want
to start out with the real thing.  How many times have you had pussy, Roy?"

      "Once," Roy hung his head, "I... didn't do so well."

      Becky patted his arm as she went by, "Practice makes perfect."  She
came to the black fellow, and found she couldn't help but touch the nine
inches of meat he was slowly jacking the foreskin on.  "My, that's nice!
Um, given your size and experience, you don't mind waiting a bit while the
youngsters get theirs, do you?  Maybe offer some pointers?"  She nodded
toward Belle, "You can take all you want..."

      "Heh, sure!" the gent replied.

      "What's your name, Honey?" Becky asked.

      "Lucius," came the reply.

      "Lucious Lucius!" Becky grinned, and reluctantly moved on to the final
contestant, the red haired boy.  The teen was sporting an eight inch, rock-
hard cock, deeply red, with a beautifully curved, purple tip.  The shaft was
a bit narrower than the others, but it was a fine piece of man-meat,
nonetheless.  "Well!  What's YOUR name?" she asked.

      "Pat," came the nervous reply.

      "Well, Pat, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of there!  How
about for the first round you follow Pop there into Belle's throat.  I want
to see that head slide up and down in her gullet, don't you?"  Pat nodded
eagerly.  "Okay!" Becky continued, "So we're sorted out!  Roy, you get first
crack at her pussy, as soon as he" a nod to Fatty, who was huffing and
sweating between Belle's legs, "finishes.  Lucius, you go next.  Next round,
we'll rotate - or you can take your turn with a toy, or whatever - okay?"

      "Yeah!"

      "Sure!"

      "Cool!"  Pat began to circle toward Belle's head - but he ran afoul of
Evie.  Evie hadn't taken her eyes off of his cock since it sprang, already
erect, from his pants.  As he came close to her on his way to line up at
Belle's head, she reached out gently to grasp it and murmured, "Don't!"

      Pat stopped, confused, "Huh?"

      Evie's eyes met his and pled, "Don't give it to her - I want it!"

      "Well..." Pat, once targeted, was reluctant to give up a sure thing
for... what?

      Evie went to her knees before him and licked the tip of his glans.
"Anything you can get from her, you can get from me - and you don't have to
share!"  She ovalled her lips around his glans and drew him in.  Pat's eyes
went round.

      "Evie!"  Becky was scandalized!  Shit!  Quite aside from screwing shit
up, if she got a pussy full of some boy, it would take WEEKS for Becky to
get her to lick her pussy!  What in the Hell would SHE do for fun?  Becky
was going nuts NOW!  All of this power and sex made a heady cocktail; she
didn't see how she'd last the night!

      But Evie had won already!  Pat had lost all will to resist as his cock
head had disappeared into Evie's mouth.  Now, she stood up, snatched off her
spaghetti-strap top, and tossed the remaining rubbers onto Belle's stomach -
all but two; obviously she had plans for Pat!  Taking Pat's hand, she led
him toward one of the couples' booths, catching Alvin's eye.  Alvin merely
waved; they'd settle up later, or not at all.  Under the circumstances, did
it matter?

      Becky, nonplussed, watched the door close.  "And then there were
four," she murmured, shaking her head.  Where was she gonna get any relief
now?

      Rick sidled up to his father and murmured, "Now THAT was a strange
development!"

      Robert nodded, fondling one of Merry's breasts.  "I have to agree.
Still, things seem to be proceeding satisfactorily.  Merry, there's no
telling what mental state this will leave Belle in, but she will certainly
be physically sore.  Tomorrow, when you're both at work, she may want to cry
on your shoulder a bit."

      "Master beat ME for disobedience," Merry grumped.

      "I beat HER just last night!" Robert pointed out.  "Besides, if I'd
turned several strange men loose on you, I wouldn't have given two bits for
your mental state, afterward."

      "Master is right, as usual," Merry sighed.  "I'm learning; I could
probably do this now.  But then..."  She shook her head, "It would have been
too much."

      Mandi, who was similarly backed up against Rick, whispered, "Love, do
you think...?"

      Rick slid a hand into her crotch and found it to be swampy.  Mildly
surprised, he asked, "You didn't get enough last night?"

      "Well," she replied, tensely, "This is pretty hot!  I'm a little sore,
but it doesn't stop me from being..."

      "Horny?" Rick grinned.

      "Yeah," Mandi was showing a distinct flush.  "Would you ever do that
to me?"

      Rick was learning.  He smiled.  "Only if I considered that it might
teach you something valuable," he replied.  "See that bench over there?"
The pair retired to a spot along the wall with a view of the proceedings and
a comfortable surface for Mandi to kneel up on.

      Robert, watching the main attraction, smiled.  He caught Merry
watching him archly.  "You have a question?"

      "No, Master," Merry replied, smiling, "I know the answer.  I just
heard it from our son."  She sighed as Robert pulled her to a more central
position before him, slid a finger between slick labia to play with her clit
and ground his cock into the crack of her ass.  There was a lot to be said
for this sex thing...