Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: Not With My Daughter! 23 Part: 23 Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga Summary: Marnie and friend Barbara find out what made Catherine "the Great" on their French vacation while Brenda fends off the attention of would be molesters sent from the wrath of a female competitor. Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibition, cuckold, bondage, nc, b+/g, MF The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My Daughter!, Parts 2-22" which can be found at "Spunk's Place", see at bottom. Not With My Daughter! Part 23 by Spunk N. Wagnels "What should we do this morning until the fantasy at Two?" Barbara asked Marnie at breakfast. "Why don't we walk around and see more of the grounds." Marnie suggested. They walked passed tennis courts, swimming pools and spas, open fields of play, and buildings with inside venues. They finally came up to a line. They decided to fall in and see what all the commotion was about. They couldn't see past the people in front of them and the tall hedge running in either direction from the opening. "What's this all about?" Marnie asked the lady in front of her. This is the roller skating rink. We're in line for 'Roller Flags'. It's fun, you'll like it." The lady informed them. "What if you don't skate very well?" Barbara asked. "You'll do just fine. Just remember to bend at your knees and forward somewhat at the waist, so you don't end up on your butts too often. Here, what you do is stand like this making a 'V' with your feet. You put your weight on one foot and push the other off to the side like this. That sets you in motion; then you alternate the same thing with each foot. Besides, this is a popular event here and people do it just for the fun. Most of them don't know how to skate either." Then she whispered, "You might find that you have more fun if you don't skate very well." The lady said with a wink. "Why are we waiting in a line that doesn't seem to be moving?" Marnie asked? "A Class B Flag game is ending. We are in line for the Class A event. We'll be in shortly." "Marn, do you think this is for us? I haven't skated since high school." "Sure, it will be good exercise." Marnie replied. "Ma'am, how do you play the Flag Game?" "It's simple. Roller Flags is a team sport where you'll be individually challenged. You'll wear two items of clothing and a belt with three flags. Each team starts out at opposite sides of the rink. You skate anti-clockwise and chase the other team. When you grab one of their flags they have to go back to their starting point and take off an item of clothing. When the last flag is taken, you have to go to the 'Pit'. You can get that flag back to skate some more if you get an opposing player off before they can get you off. Anyone who is made to orgazm is out of the game. When all of the players of one team are out, the game is over. See? Simple isn't it?" "Marnie, I don't know about this." "Hey Barb, look how popular this is. It's got to be fun, and we are here to have fun. Let's give it a try." "Okay, if you say so." A little while later they were outfitted with skates and the belt which was merely a soft cord tied around the waist over which were draped two meter long strands of cloth down each cheek of their bikini covered asses and one other meter long flag draped over the belt in front. The field was filled with an equal number of men to women, who made up the opposing teams. The rules were announced and the players oriented to the two home bases and the pit. Then with a whistle from one of the officials, they were off. All Marnie and Barbara could do was to work at getting their skating legs back from earlier days. They held each other's hands as they lumbered along, building up momentum. Some of the men who could skate fairly well started weaving up into the women, but didn't go for the flags right away in the interest of sportsmanship. Some of the women were a little more competitive and were racing to catch up to some of the less skilled men. Finally two guys, fairly athletic, came up behind Marnie and Barbara and paced them for a half lap them simultaneously pulled a flag from each. Marnie and Barbara slowed and made their way to the home base and debated about which item to remove, the top or the bottom. "What are we going to do now?" Barbara asked. "Why the tops, of course." "I know, you're right. It's just that were kind of big on top to be skating without support." "From the looks of things, we're not long for the skating part of this game. Let's time it so we get right back on the rink just as a couple of guys go by, so we can get even with them." Marnie said. They noticed that the men were generally distracted by the view of the women they were following, or trying to catch up with, to pay much attention to the efforts of Marnie and Barbara taking flags. Marnie and Barbara delighted in skating around gathering flags of men who had to take off their swim trunks to skate around in only their jockstraps. They got into a rhythm in their skating. Bending over at the waist more gave them more speed, stability, and an interesting sensation of the increasing airflow encircling their hanging breasts. The two flags draped on the back proved to be much easier for both teams to retrieve than the one draped in front. This left many people skating, even the least skilled, bareassed, and cautious. A rink burn on one's breasts, rear, or gonads could prove mighty uncomfortable. The air became sexually charged. Men's cocks and balls stood in the way of the women grabbing for their flag from behind and the men often liked the views of the bent over skating women they were following too much to send them to the Pit. As some women and some men eventually got sent there, a sense of competition filled the air, mostly from the women. They got the sense that once everyone was naked, that with their sensitive balls hanging by their flags that the men became more vulnerable. And, that they did. Many acted fairly clumsy at trying to avoid the probing hands. Once in the Pit the momentum shifted by the numbers of players on each team there. The first women got the first men off first, and out of the game. Then the last few men had more flags to get, but it sent more of the opposing players to the pit to double-team the remaining men. The women nearly skunked the men in the Pit. By the time the last man was out of the game, only a few of the women had been eliminated. Marnie, Barbara, and a few other American women started the women high-fiving around the Pit in victory. When they got dressed and returned the skates, they walked with the lady they had stood in line with waiting to go in. "We did it. We won." Marnie said enthusiastically. "You could look at it that way, or, if your cunt is as horny as mine is right now, you'd be pretty envious of those "losing men" who leave this venue with satisfied smiles on their mugs." The lady revealed. "Oh god Marnie, she's right. Do you think we've been had? I'm Really horny now." Barbara said. "Yeah, me too. Good thing we reserved space at that fantasy this afternoon. I could just go there right now and skip lunch." "Oh Marnie, I don't think I can last for the next couple of hours." "Got to, Barb. Let's go" ****** "See ya Dad." "Goodbye Sweetie. Have fun at school today." Roger said, welcoming a peck on the cheek from daughter Brenda, as she was leaving the house for her ride. Brenda was placing her jacket in her locker at school, and realized she was surrounded by two guys, when one slammed the locker door closed. She turned her back to her locker, clutched her books to her chest, and surveyed the two for their intentions. "Philip, you've been expelled. What are you doing here?" "This is Lance, and we want you to come with us." "I can't. I've got to get to class." "Class is going to have to wait today, Pretty Stuff." Philip commanded. "We're going to the drugstore." "I'm not leaving here with you guys." She said obstinately. "I think you will when I show you this." Lance said as he pulled what looked to be a photograph from his pocket. Brenda looked on in panic as he passed the photo over to her to view. She gaped as she saw a naked figure on all fours. "Oh-my-god," she thought to herself, "that's me at Crandel's." "How did you . . .?" Her question was interrupted, as she was grabbed by her upper arms by each of them and escorted out to a waiting van. When they got to the back of Brad and Paul's dad's pharmacy, Philip knocked on the service door in the back. The door opened and Vanessa appeared, the girl Brenda beat out for the last position on the cheerleading squad. Vanessa looked back into the store, then slinked her way out the door and backed the door closed carefully behind her. "Glad you could make it." Vanessa said to Brenda. "What is this all about?" Brenda asked. "You have to settle a bet between me and the boys." "Why aren't you in school this term?" "School is for chumps like you. Who needs it. Me, I already have a 'real' job." "You work here, at Paul's store?" "It's his dad's store. So, you know Paul? Hunh, that fits. I'm going to win the bet boys. Well, you see, I couldn't believe what I found on those strips of film left in the machine this morning. I'm betting I can match your ass to the photos I have, and these guys bet I can't." Brenda went sheet white. "I'll be just a minute and I'll meet you all in the van." Vanessa directed. "You can't keep me here. I've got to get back to school. This is against my will. It's 'kidnapping'." "That looked like Paul's kid brother in one of those photos, and I'm sure I can ID that second kid. That would make two sets of parents that would be interested in these pictures, not counting yours." Brenda went pale as she passively let her captors lead her back to the van. Moments later Vanessa joined them. "Okay Miss Pretty, stand there, face front, and bend over." Said Vanessa as she sat with the two boys along the bench seat in the back. "Flip that skirt up and pull the panties down." At that, Brenda turned to face them, hoping that the exact words would come to her to talk her way out of this dilemma. Her lips quivered, as she looked at the determined grinning trio before her. "Please Vanessa, please don't make me do this. I didn't mean to rub it in when you weren't picked for the squad. Really, I was just so happy for myself. I overreacted because you were such strong competition for me." "We're waiting . . ." Brenda went back to facing front, stared out the front window, tears streaming down. "I've been naked before in front of strangers. This is no different." She rationalized. Then she hiked her skirt up on her slanted back, put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and slid them down to her knees. "Bend over more. No, down on your hands and knees." Vanessa ordered. Brenda slowly got down on her hands and knees, sniffling back tears, held her head high to look out at anybody that might be passing, as the trio commented on her ass and pussy peeking back at them from between her legs, her crotch cooling in the dry air of the van. "Same hair on top and no hair on the bottom, just like the picture. I win. Pay up." Vanessa declared. "That's no proof. Lot's of girls are like that now. We need to see the breasts hanging, like in the picture, before we give it to you." Philip said. "Yeah, have her take off the rest of her clothes. That's the only way we'll be able to call it a match." Lance added. Brenda arched her head up taking in a deep breath of frustration, and then hung her head low as she tried to exhale the problem away. "You heard the guys, off with the clothes." Brenda stood up again and removed her yellow buttoned up sweater, white blouse, skirt, and then finally her bra. She was still facing the front, but was covering her breasts with a hand and forearm and pubic mound with the other hand in an effort at modesty. She looked over her shoulder at them, beseeching them with her eyes to let her free from this humiliation, but, instead, got the order from Vanessa to get down on her hands and knees again. Her arm left her breasts, and her nipples hardened in the cool morning air. Since she was holding her knees together, Vanessa asked her to spread them more like in the picture, as if she were cleaning something up off the gritty floor of the van. The three got up and walked around to get a better look from different angles, until Vanessa finally said, "There you have it boys, a perfect match." "Okay you win. Can we have some?" Philip said. Brenda froze in terror. "I've got to get back to work. Sweet Cheeks, give the boys what they want. I'll be in touch with you later." The two boys rubbed their hands together smiling, waved goodbye to Vanessa, and turned to Brenda, who was now beginning to retrieve her clothes. "You don't need to put those on just yet." Philip announced. "Listen guys. Take me back to school first, and I'll give you a big surprise once we are back in the parking lot, okay. I'm just going to put my clothes back on to warm up again for you." "What's wrong with right here?" Lance asked. "If I'm supposed to do what I think you want me to do, I don't think you will have the energy to return me to school afterwards. I just want to make sure I'm already there." "Sure no problem. Com'on Lance let's get this rig rolling." When they got to the parking lot, Brenda asked if they could park at the end, so they wouldn't be interrupted by anyone. "Okay, what's the surprise?" Lance asked like a kid at Christmas, as he and Philip worked their way to the back seat again. "Well, what I was going to do is something I have never done for anyone before. I'm going to do a special, very sexy dance, and I'm going to play with myself to see if I can get you boys really excited." The two boys elbowed each other and grunted their excitement. Brenda started to dance in the limited space of the van, unbuttoning her sweater. As she moved, she talked to the boys about the process, "You know, we are hidden in this van, just you and me. What would really help me do this right for you would be for you to pull down your pants so I can gauge the effect of what I'm doing has on you by the excitement meters between your legs. When you guys are stiff, I know I'm going in the right direction." The two were taken so much by surprise that they froze red-faced staring at Brenda. "You do plan to have your pants down when I do what you want me to do for you, don't you? What's wrong with right now?" Brenda challenged. The two looked at each other, neither one apparently having a rebuttal at hand, and they started to pull their pants down to their knees. "That's better." Brenda said as she started unbuttoning her blouse. "You boys have developed nicely. You're going to have nice equipment there when you finish becoming men." The two looked a little confused. They didn't know whether to be thankful or resentful at Brenda's remarks. Brenda took off her blouse as she watched their penises rise in appreciation. "You know, I can really tell that you appreciate my surprise for you when you get excited enough to put your hands on your meters." Brenda said as she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. She held her hands there as if to wait for their signal that this move would be appreciated by them, and only when they meekly placed their hands on their cocks did she proceed with letting her bra slide down her arms to be caught by her waiting hands. She danced in just her panties while they absentmindedly stroked their meat. "You know, when a woman picks a man to be her lover, she wants to know several things about them first. One of the most important is, how well they will last. She isn't interested in the 'slam bam thank you ma'am' kind of guy. I see you're left handed, Lance. That's great, because I just thought of how you two could prove who is the better man between you." They listened with rapt attention, as Brenda spoke to them with her thumbs resting in the waistband of her panties. "I was trying to figure out how we could determine which one of you could hold out the longest, then it came to me. If you worked your meters yourself, you could hold out indefinitely, but if you each did it to the other one, then it would definitely be a fair challenge." "No way!" Philip protested. "If you don't look down, it would be hard to tell it is not you. I want you looking at me anyway. So now, just try it for a second. Lance you . . . that's it and Phil . . . There, see? Now boys, I mean men, let's get it on." Brenda said seductively and started to dance in earnest. The two boys sat there frozen watching her like a deer caught in headlights, their outside hands on each other's cock. Brenda was dancing completely naked and smiling wantonly alternately between each one. Then she nodded like an orchestra conductor and started to stroke her own snatch while the mesmerized duo took the nod and began to stroke each other's cock. Brenda danced for one, then the other, back and forth, adding passionate sounds to heighten the intensity. "Are you the man for me? . . . Or are you the man for me? . . . I can't take much more of this, can you? I'm imagining the cock of the one who can hold out the longest bringing me to the release I need so bad . . ." The boys were beginning to sweat. As one would feel the twinge of reaching the brink, he would intensify his attention to bringing the other off first. Brenda was playing to the one that seemed furthest behind, trying to keep the field even. "Oh, yes. You men are wonderful. Do it, . . . yes, . . . do it, . . . oh my, do it now. . ." Brenda said, barely needing to fake her orgasm, as both shot off within seconds of each other all over their shirts, hips, and hands. "Ooooeeeyow, oh yes, (pant), oh yes, milk every last drop. Oh-my-god, you're both soooo WONderful." After a few moments of luxuriating, Brenda started to get dressed. As her charms were beginning to be covered up by her clothing, the two boys started looking around the van still sitting catatonic, trying to sort for an explanation for what had just happened. Brenda picked up her books, smiled, and said, "You guys were great. Thank you. That was swell." The boys didn't say a word to her. They pulled up their pants, wiped off their hands on the back of their pant legs and tried to be busy. "I think we'd better go Phil." "Right Lance. I'll drop you off so I can get to work on this motor." Brenda heard as she crossed the parking lot, smiling at her escape. ***** "Reporting for duty Ma'am." Marnie said to the staff person, trying to get into character and in the mood for the fantasy. "That's the spirit." A staff person named Shelly said. "Now, this is a Class A fantasy. I see you both qualify. I'm still going to have to ask you to sign these waivers." Marnie and Barbara looked at each other puzzled. "I see you have questions. Well, this fantasy involves anonymous relations between consenting guests and the waiver absolves us of liability. We have liability if you sign up for the full package, which involves animals, but we don't get many takers for that." "Oh god. No animals for me." Barbara declared. "Nor for me." Marnie added, then under her breath, "been there, done that." "What was that Marnie?" Barbara asked. "Oh, nothing." Marnie assured her. "Now, you ladies will be wearing these," Shelly said, referring to a full-length diaphanous robe she held up, "and these blindfolds," she handed to them. "The suitors will be wearing blindfolds as well, so it will be totally anonymous. Queen Catherine doesn't want her suitors and courtesans to get too involved with each other. These are merely 'trial runs' for her to determine the quality pecking order of her stable." Marnie and Barbara stripped down and let the waiting Shelly slide the robes up their arms into place on their shoulders. The robes had only two buttons at the top, one at the collar and the other two inches below that. They were sleeveless, with slots for their arms to go through. When all was ready, Marnie and Barbara held the robes closed with one hand and their blindfolds in their other, as they followed Shelly down a corridor to a hall of chambers. There they congregated with four other courtesans similarly dressed. A staff member in period garb waited to give the fantasy participants instructions. "None of you signed up for animals, so we won't go into that. Well, we have enough suitors for you each to have up to three if you choose. Queen Catherine is interested in your evaluations as to size, technique, and staying power. If you would like to compare notes afterwards, you could use a common scale of five, one being the least and five being the most. So, your subjects could be summed up somewhere between 3 and 15. Now, are there any questions?" "What about birth control?" One participant asked. "You are personally responsible for that. If you need them, there are skins in every drawer you find in the room." The staff lady responded. "How does it work? I mean, how does the process start and stop?" Another asked. "Good question. There is an embroidered sash hanging down by the bed and another by the cushions on the floor. When you pull it one time, it signals the servants to send in your steed. When you pull it two times, it signals us that it is time to escort the steed out. Pulling three times tells us that you are in need of a different kind of assistance, and someone will come in to find out what you need specifically. Does that about answer it for you?" "Yes Ma'am." "Any others before we begin?" No one responded after they all looked each other in the eyes. "Okay then, we'll put each of you in a room, and let the judging begin." Marnie and Barbara were led into a room with a large round bed with plush flowered coverings. Off to the side was a pile of meter-sized pillows. The overall ambiance of the room evoked luxuriating pleasure. Barbara watched as Marnie walked around, touching, squeezing, and fluffing the items in the room. A pull of a drawer of a small painted bureau revealed a stash of condoms, lubricating jelly, ("like I'm going to need this" Marnie thought, "bring on the dudes already!"), and moist towelettes in packages. "That's it, familiarize yourself with the room, because you must be wearing the blindfold in the presence of the suitor. To insure your anonymity and his, we'll insist that you both keep them on until the fantasy is over." Shelly said. Marnie smiled as she continued to slink about the room recording a tactile as well as visual map of the territory. Finally, she stood by the edge of the bed, put on the blindfold, leaped backwards landing spread eagle, and said to Shelly, "Bring on the first mount." "Coming right up." Shelly replied. Barbara was then led by Shelly to her room. Barbara was more reticent. She was encouraged to explore, as Marnie had done, but acted like she was a guest in a powerful person's home, not wanting to touch for fear of breaking something. She tentatively pushed on the pillows and gently tested the firmness of the mattress, each time looking at Shelly for confirmation that it was all right to do so. She sat down on the mattress, knees together, hands in her lap holding the blindfold, looking at Shelly with melancholy eyes, and declared, "I guess I'm ready.?" Shelly said reassuringly, in almost whisper, "I'll go try to find you the pick of the litter." She didn't leave, however, until Barbara put the blindfold on. Barbara sat with her palms down on top of the bed, straight-armed, feet crossed at the ankles, head slightly forward, listening for any sounds to clue her to the activities she was about to pursue. Eventually, she heard the door open, and a person being led into the room. The next thing she realized was the warmth and aroma radiating from a live breathing male specimen sitting next to her on the bed. When the door closed, she felt a hand reach out for her, touching her arm, and sliding down to her hand. His hand guided hers up to his shoulder, as he stood bent over facing her, capturing her other hand and placing it on his other shoulder, while he slowly, gently, dove in to nestle his face between her breasts. His legs wedged in between her knees, and she opened and relaxed while he guided her back onto the bed. His body felt sturdy, not much hair, young, and virile. His gentle, decisive movements were reassuring and stimulating. Barbara took her hands from his shoulder and glided them down his arms to his sides then to his hips. She determined that he was athletic and strong. The heat building between her legs gave her the energy, desire, and confidence to remove the towel wrapped around his waist. As the towel opened, his maleness wafted through the air to her brain, sending her mind swimming in a sea of abandon. She cupped his humid genitals in her hands, causing him to widen his stance, and she, in turn, to open herself to him more. Her nipples were so sensitive that, as he alternated kissing and sucking on one, then the other, it caused her to lubricate in waves, with the juices dripping down from her nest. She cupped his plums with one hand as she explored the texture, warmth, and rigidity of his pole. She noted how he tensed when she rubbed the underside of its head with the pad of her thumb. He took his cock and placed it at her pussy. The tip of the head pushed in at her clitoris like he was ringing her doorbell to let him in. As he rubbed and poked, she reached her hand out in the direction of the bureau, pawing the top of the bed until finally, she squeezed a handful of covers, when he found the proper entrance to her waiting chamber. Her upper body tensed and then went limp as he filled her. The darkness of the blindfold merely served to intensify the sensations the slow withdrawals and reinsertions were causing. She tried to grab him for an embrace, as he continued the slow in and out motion, but she was feeling too weak and too close to fainting to hold on. He was supporting himself with his arms at either side of her, pushing up from the bed, but he would occasionally bend them to move in to lick a nipple or two. This proved too much for Barbara, who would tense as she breathed out like the constricted opening of a balloon making a high-pitched squealing sound; then she would pant trying to fight the inevitable. "Ooooo, eeeee, oh, eeeee, oooooo, oh god, oh god, ooooo, aaaaaaah, oh god, you can stop now. Oh my, ooooo, oh god, . . ." Barbara exclaimed climaxing, wanting to climb off and pull herself down on his pole more at the same conflicting time. As he picked up his pace, Barbara would fight and submit to yet another orgasm, and another, until she realized he was about to himself unload. She remembered that she hadn't put a condom on him and started to push him off of her with her hands on his chest. Her legs were useless. They were either limply resting on the floor, splayed out to the sides, or wrapped around his waist to hold him in place. She tried to get a knee in to help her push in her panic, and then he got the hint and rolled off to her side. Barbara gratefully followed his body with hers and straddled his pole along her crotch to provide him a continuous pocket to finish his mission. As he pistoned up from the bed, forward and back along her pussy, and between her clenching legs. He came in a geyser of cum up onto her backside. It trickled back down and lubricated his pole, as she danced her hips up, down, and around his pole to help relieve him further. When he went limp, she rolled over to the side and thought, "You're definitely a 'five', I'm sure the great Catherine will be pleased." Barbara crawled across the bed reluctantly and pulled the sash two times, then crawled back to him and cuddled up beside him as he raised his arm to receive her in close to his body. Moments later the door opened and an attendant handed the man his towel. He pawed for Barbara's hand and kissed it as he was led off. Barbara peeked out from under the blindfold to better zero in on the bureau, put it back down, and felt for the packages of towelettes. She used several to remove the evidence of the magnificent event just moments before, and sat debating whether she should try it again or not. Marnie's first trial was unremarkable. He was an average man, with average dimensions and a vanilla approach to the act. When they were through, Marnie eagerly rang the sash the two pulls. When she was composed, she pulled for the next suitor. The formalities were not much more exciting. He was eager and not as concerned about stoking Marnie's fire. He had an averaged length cock which was wider than the earlier one. His potbelly pushed down on her pubic area pressuring her to be in constant contact with him in that region through every move he made. He briefly touched her breasts and muttered. "Oh you. I hoped I'd be with you on this trip at some point." His breath smelled vaguely like alcohol and his labored breathing indicated his lack of conditioning. "I'm going to have to get rid of these rings." Marnie thought disgustedly. It wasn't long into the man's frantic plunging that he started to stiffen and make a pained sound. Then he went limp on her as if he passed out. "Oh no! You're not getting off that easy." Marnie thought angrily. Marnie tried to get his attention. When that didn't work she tried to push him off of her. All she could manage to do was to pull the sash an undermined number of times, causing several staff members to rush into the room. Shelly talked to Marnie to calm her down as the man was rushed to the medical center for treatment. "We're ever so sorry. It appears this man was a diabetic. He probably shouldn't have been cleared for a Class A event." "Will he be okay?" "Oh yes. We have the finest professionals around, and he can be airlifted to the mainland for back up. Don't worry about him. . .now, about your fantasy . . ." "Oh god. We're leaving tomorrow. I don't want this to be my last memory of the trip." "Leave that to me. You relax a few moments. I'm going to find you that memory you can take back to the states with you, okay? Just ring for me anytime after about five minutes and I'll see that this is all made up to you." Shelly said patting Marnie's shoulder and guiding her on back down to the bed. Marnie went through a wide range of emotions for about fifteen minutes, thinking about Roger and Brenda, the highs and lows the Larchers have brought to her life, the changes she's made in the last six months, Barbara, and what would become of her starting tomorrow. She finally resolved that she was here in this place at this particular time, she had one more suitor coming to her, and she was going to make the most of it, now, and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. She was about to pull the sash when she heard a timid knock on the door and Shelly's voice respectfully asking, "May we come in?" "Please." Marnie replied. Marnie sat up on the edge of the bed to better hear the movement in the room. A man was brought to her side and sat close to her sliding his arm in behind hers and clasping her hand as Shelly said her goodbye. Marnie felt like she did the first time she and Roger had sex. She could tell from his arm, "this guy must be a stud." He took his other hand and clasped it over the other side of the hand he was holding. Then he took it off and grazed it along the upper side of her thigh to her knee, let go of her hand, stood up, and held the leg in the air, leaving Marnie no option but to luxuriate back on the bed as he went about a foot massage. After both feet were thoroughly worked up, he cradled her legs in his arms, then on his shoulders, as he worked kisses up the insides of her legs to their junction. Marnie shuddered in an orgasm the first time he licked up the length of her slit. She desperately wanted to see this Adonis, but she reminded herself of the rules. He picked her up in his arms and laid her at six o'clock in the round bed. Then he spoke. "I've been asked to make sure you have something to remember from this trip." His voice was bold and reassuring. "These rooms are used for more than this one fantasy. If you give me permission to take off my blindfold, I can work a feature of the room used for a fantasy called the 'Marionette', would you like to give it a try?" Marnie nodded, while biting her lip. "Can you hear me?" "Yes. Yes, please do." Marnie said. The man moved around and Marnie could hear nondescript sounds as he opened a trunk and some drawers. Then she heard a motorized sound from overhead. Next, she mustered all of her trust for Shelly, the Club Mediterranean Program, and this man while he proceeded to attach all manner of crisscrossing leather straps around her limbs and torso. When he was done attaching things to her, she was lifted off of the bed by cables overhead. Now splayed like a skydiver in free-fall over the bed, the man took objects with differing soft textures like silk and feathers across her face, lips, underarms, breasts, nether region, and feet. When he made her want to curl up in a ball from the intense stimulation, she found that it caused her to rotate onto her back. When she did it again, she rotated back into the free-fall position. It gave her the sensation of being able to escape the pleasure without really being able to escape it. The man stopped and lay down on the bed under her. With controls he had her moved so her ringed nipples grazed his lips. He toyed and teased them. Hanging down and surrounded by leather thongs across her chest, made her breast and nipples engorged and highly sensitive to his lips and fingers as he brought her close to the brink in this helpless position. As she was about to let go, he made her to swing around 180 degrees and slant slightly, bringing her snatch to his face. First he touched her with his fingers to get the lay of the territory; then he put the controls down, grabbed her hips with his hands, and dove in to send her squealing uncontrollably. As she came, he flicked her nipple rings back and forth with his fingers, bringing her to tears with the pleasure rocking through her body. Just when she thought that there could be nothing else he could do to top this, he worried her clitoris with a vibrator causing Marnie to curl into a ball again, now suspended spread-eagle on her back. With the whir of the motor overhead, she was drawn into a slightly forward pike position, head towards her knees, then moved laterally like cargo from a ship's hold and lowered slowly to his waiting cock. It completely filled her with its length and girth. She was so wet she couldn't prevent the spear from entering her even if she tried. The cables pulled her up, and then lowered her down, slowly at first, picking up an almost imperceptible speed with each drop. Then the motor stopped going up and down and started a slow rotation, as the man lunged himself up and down off the bed into her helpless canal. The slight discomfort of being held in a jackknifed position seemed to go away as Marnie grew deliriously dizzy. There was only one sensation left for her consciousness, and that was at her love center. She came. It went on. She came again. It went on. She wasn't certain how many times he took her to nirvana, because there was little down time between them and she was fighting passing out to have this memory for a lifetime. Finally he came, pressing up against Marnie's snatch and holding himself there as the rotations caused his body to grind along her slick shaved nether region causing her to finally pass out. He quickly stopped the Marionette Machine, pulled out and milked himself done. Then he lowered her to the bed and removed the tack, put it all away, lay down beside her, broke an ampoule of salts, and cuddled her as she came to in his arms. Marnie cuddle-hugged him appreciatively, shivering from emotion, and after several minutes of calming down in his arms, fell fast asleep. The next thing Marnie realized, Barbara and Shelly were gently waking her. "God, I hope he wasn't that boring!" Barbara said sarcastically. "My bet is he wasn't." Shelly said. "Oh hi. What's for diner tonight?" Marnie said, coming to. 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