Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: (SNW) Not With My Daughter! 27 Part: 27 Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga Summary: Marnie and and her sister-in-law try to take their tormentor on only to find the resulting humilition more than they want to bear. Keywords: exhib, humil, bond, nc, 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. All rights are reserved by the author. 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 2-26" which can be found at "Spunk's Place" (See at bottom) Not With My Daughter! Part 27 by Spunk N. Wagnels "We're going to have to use the video camera to watch these." Sally said. "I hope you know how to hook it up." Marnie warned. "I think I can figure it out. Where is it?" "Here you go." Marnie said, handing it to her sister-in-law, Sally. When everything checked out, they sat in front of the screen on side-by-side ottomans, with hands clasped between their knees, and forearms resting along their upper legs. What they saw were voyeuristic shots of strangers in compromising situations. There were shower scenes, probably from the second floor athletic club in the building where Roger and Larcher worked, there were women tied up naked, and there were women dancing in a drugged-like state. On the second tape, there was more of the same, only part of the way through, there were scenes of a company volleyball game, with Marnie as the star. "Woh-ah-oh, Marnie. How could you do that in front of all those people?" "I don't know." Marnie replied embarrassed, holding her hand over her mouth, fighting back tears. "It's a memory I'd like to forget. "I'm sure." The tape concluded with a couple making it in the woods, looking a lot like Marnie and Roger. "Is that our boy Roger?" Sally asked. ""Yes." Marnie replied forlorn. "I wonder what he would do to this guy if he knew what was on this tape?" "He can't know. This whole thing would shatter him. Let's erase these parts before we return them to Larcher. No, I'd better not. Even though there are these parts of me on them, they are his tapes and he shot those parts in public. Oh, what am I going to do about this low-life?" "Leave it to me Marn. I'm going to take care of him, and we are going to get all of the copies of his tapes of you, me, and the other girls. I promise." Sally said boldly. "Sally, don't. You don't know who you're dealing with. This guy is the devil. He will do what he threatens. I believe it. Please, let's just return the tapes and stay as far away from him as possible." Marnie pleaded. "I'm making us copies first." Sally said, unwrapping a blank VHS tape and slipping it into the VCR. "I'll get some fresh coffee going." Marnie said leaving the room. Sally heard footsteps from the opposite direction and had the foresight to turn the brightness down on the screen. "High Aunt Sally. What are you doing here?" Brenda asked from the doorway. "Oh hi Dear. Your mom and I are going out for awhile. Actually, what are you doing home from school?" "I wasn't feeling well at school so I came home and had a rest. I'm feeling better now." Brenda said. "So, where are you two going?" "Hi Sweetie." Marnie said, entering the room with two coffees. "Feeling any better?" "Yes Mom, much. So, where are you and Aunt Sal going today?" "Just out." "Mom, remember that talk about being honest with each other? Well, now is a good time to start." "Honey, I really don't think you would understand." "What does that have to do with 'where'?" "Well, we're going to see Walter Larcher about something." "Take me along, please. I need to talk to him too." "I really can't. Not this time. We won't be long." "Well, can you at least drop me off at the drugstore then?" "Sure, Honey. That will work." "We're probably leaving in about an hour." Marnie said glancing at the tape machine, then at Sally for confirmation. "Okay." Brenda said, starting to head back to the stairs. "Just call me when you're leaving." She called back. At the pharmacy, Brenda went in to find Vanessa. "Hi. Is Vanessa around?" She asked Paul and Brad's father. "Oh hi young lady. Why aren't you in school?" He said. "I have to see Vanessa. Is she here?" "She was earlier. Let me check for you." He left, then returned. "She's out to lunch. She's been gone over an hour, so she'll be back any minute. There are chairs by the prescription counter if you want to sit while you wait." He explained, then abruptly left to help a customer. Brenda waited for nearly half an hour until she heard Vanessa's voice getting closer talking to Paul and Brad's father. ". . . but I'll be in tomorrow." She was saying. "Well, you take care of her today. It's slow anyway. Give her my best when you see her." He said. "Oh, I will, thank you." "By the way, you have a friend waiting for you over there." He said, turning Vanessa's attention toward Brenda, now rising from her seat. "This is perfect." Vanessa said to Brenda. "Come with me. You'll enjoy this." "Paul? . . . Paul?" Paul's dad was calling around. "Have either of you seen Paul?" He asked of the two girls. "Paul?" Vanessa said shrugging. When they got to the car, Brenda gasped, "Paul?!" "Get in." Vanessa said firmly. "Where are we going?" Brenda asked concerned. "Let's call it a party for now." Vanessa said. "Paul, your dad was asking for you back at the store." Brenda related, while Paul listened with his glance downward at the back of the seats. "And, why are you dressed like that?" She said, referring to his leather collar, and no hint of a shirt under his jacket. He didn't respond, but looked at Vanessa for direction on the matter instead. "He is serving at the party, you see. It's a celebration and a costume sort of thing." This seemed to satisfy Brenda for the moment who now turned her attention toward not becoming car sick. "Now I want you to both close your eyes, and not open them until I tell you to do so. I know Paul will obey. Do I need to be concerned about you Brenda?" "What? Oh, . . . no." Brenda said and closed her eyes with apprehension. * * * * * "This is the place, Marn." Sally said, pulling into the apartment complex where Larcher lived. "I don't feel good about this." Marnie whined. "You were the one who said we had to return these. "Let me do all the talking. You can be a hothead sometimes." Marnie requested. "This is it, right there. I'm not going to take any guff from this guy. I'm prepared to deal with him." "I don't like the sound of that. Here, the bell doesn't seem to be working, I'll knock." Marnie said. "Well, well, well. Lookee here, Missy and the thief." Larcher said answering the door in a dingy white tank-top undershirt, striped boxers and socks. "I've got your tapes you pig. Now leave me and my family alone. Here." Marnie said, placing them roughly on his chest for the exchange. "Com'on Sally, let's go." "Not so fast." Sally said pulling a chromed object from her purse. "Back in, or I'll blow these off one at a time." She said, referring to the gun she was holding aimed at Larcher's crotch. "Hey, don't mess with me Blondie. You're already going to regret this." Larcher threatened back. "Sally! What do you think you are doing?" Marnie exclaimed. "We're not leaving until I show you what he has behind that door." Sally proclaimed. "Sally no. Let's leave now and call it done with." Marnie pleaded. "Listen to her. Ow, oooof, ah. You shouldn't have done that, ohhh." Larcher said, putting his hands on his gonads after Sally poked his groin with the barrel. "Look, I'm calling the shots here, and you are not going to intimidate me or my family again. Got that? Now move." Sally ordered. "Com'on, look in here." "Sally, I don't want to. Let's go." Marnie pleaded again. "We're not leaving until you've seen this room." "Oh my god." Marnie exclaimed in disbelief. "That's right. This pig is obsessed with you." Sally said, referring to the wall of pictures of Marnie and others, shelves of tapes, boxes of pictures, and toys. "Over there, pervert. Oh, ah." "Now you listen to me, or I'll blow these off one at a time, Blondie." Larcher said, after he grabbed Sally's gun and pointed it into her left breast. "Com'on Marnie, let's go." Sally said, unconcerned. "Buh, buh, but . . ." "Don't worry, the gun isn't loaded. It never is." Sally said taking Marnie's hand. "Not so fast Blondie, this one is loaded. In security guard work it's always loaded." Larcher responded holding up his service revolver. "Now, how about taking off those clothes." "Marnie, I'm so sorry. What are we going to do? "Better do what the man says." Marnie cautioned. "I'm not going to take off my clothes in front of this pervert. Hey, what are you doing?" "I'm doing what the man said. I'd suggest you do the same." Marnie said. "Listen to her Blondie. Missy knows what's best for you under these circumstances." Larcher said laughingly. "Come here Missy." Larcher said, dangling cuffs. "Look Larcher, I'm cooperating. You don't need to use those with me." Marnie proposed. "I won't have to leave them on you then. Come here." He said. "Now this should do the trick." He said, tying string with slipknots from her big toes up through her nipple rings to force her into a bent over position. "Now you Blondie, payback time." He said walking up to her, glaring at her breasts and pubic triangle she was attempting to cover with her hands. "Arms at your sides, Now!" He said, hefting Sally's 34C breasts with the barrel of his revolver. Then he stuck the nozzle on her right nipple as if trying to plug the gun. "POW!" he said mimicking the gun firing. Larcher pinned her arms to her side by wrapping a rope around her body. "Bend over." He ordered. "Let me go right now. You can't do this to us. There are laws against this." Sally protested. "Much like the laws against unlawfully breaking in with a deadly weapon." "That gun wasn't loaded." "How would I know that? You threatened me with it as if it was." He said as he forced her into a bent forward position with rope around her head and her feet. "Untie me this instant!" "You want me to untie you? Are you sure?" "Yes, right now." "Okay." Larcher said, while leaving the room and returning with a tube of super glue. First he took one of her hands out of the looped rope and ran a thin line of glue down each one of her fingers. Then he stretched her arm back and stuck her fingers to her ass cheek pointing them inward to her asshole. When Sally finally realized her predicament, she struggled with panic to prevent him from doing the same with her other hand. But try as she might, Larcher had strength and leverage on her. When he was through, he had her bent over, fingers stuck to her ass cheeks holding them open with a perpetual tug from her stretched arms, and in tears. "There you go bitch. That will teach you not to mess with me." "What are you going to do?" Sally asked fearfully. "You'll see soon enough." He said. "You'll probably be more comfortable on the floor while I'm gone." He then proceeded to guide them down to fetal positions and tied them two together on the floor back to back, leaving them there in the middle of the room. * * * * * * "You can open them now." Vanessa offered. "Where are we?" Brenda asked. "Don't concern yourself with that now. I'll be right back. You both stay here." Vanessa said leaving them in the car. "Paul, what is this all about?" "Look Brenda, I can't talk about it. I'm just sorry you are involved. Quiet, here she comes." "Okay you two, follow me." They followed Vanessa into an old farmhouse. "Paul, you wait in there, Brenda, you can come with me." Brenda looked into the area where Paul was to wait and saw four other young men waiting fretfully in the dimly lit room. They each had collars, leather cuffs on wrists and ankles, some kind of a jock strap that left their balls exposed, and gags in their mouths. She followed Vanessa into what used to be the living room and found other girls from maybe seventeen to twenty-three changing, or already changed, into transparent bodysuits. Some of them had patches covering their nipples and crotches, and others had openings at their breasts and crotches. They each had collars from which flowed diaphanous capes. Brenda wanted to turn and run, this was too far from her reality, but with her hesitation, Vanessa pulled her forcefully by the arm into the room. What is this place and what am I doing here?" Brenda asked. "Tonight you are going to see the Temple of Phaedre. You are either going to become a Phaedrian, or you are going to become one of her perpetual slaves." Vanessa explained. Brenda gulped a dry swallow. "Now off with your things." "Vanessa no, please take me home." "Ophelia, I hear you're sponsoring tonight." A tallish figure with a slightly more ornate costume said approaching. "Yes I am, Priestess. Here she is." Vanessa responded. "My, my, this one is lovely. That's a beast and now a beauty you've brought in. You're moving up quickly. It would almost be a shame if she joined, I would love to have her as my slave." The priestess said. "She will go by 'Desmonia' until further notice." "Yes Priestess." Vanessa acknowledged. "Let's have her get ready, I'd like to see if the carriage of her spirit is as nice as it appears under these coverings." "Yes Priestess. You heard the priestess, off with the clothes, now." Vanessa said, physically pawing at Brenda's clothes, as she stood frozen in shock. Brenda couldn't take her eyes off of the priestess staring back at her with her fists on her hips, grinning. The priestess was probably twenty, brunet, stacked, and maybe 5'10". Standing as she was, made her reminiscent of Wonder Woman about to transform. She covered her breasts with her left forearm and her mound with her right hand, as her clothes left her body. "No Desmonia, not here." The priestess said, gently touching Brenda's left arm with her finger tips. Brenda put her arms at her side, looked down and blushed. "This one should fit." Vanessa said, holding a bodysuit open for Brenda to step into. Brenda felt more naked than she had a moment before with no clothes on. She could feel the charged air on her exposed breasts and pussy. The stares from the priestess, Vanessa, and the others in the room made her breasts radiate heat, her pussy wet, and her face flush with color. She felt flustered with nothing to do as she stood to receive the collar and cape. "There Priestess, fit for initiation." Vanessa pointed out. "Half an hour, and we will begin the ceremony, when the others appear." The priestess declared. * * * * * * * "Marnie, I'm so sorry. I thought I could scare some sense into that creep. We have to get free and find the tapes and pictures so we can get out of here and out from under this man. I only took what I could with that apartment super looking over my shoulder." Sally said. "Stop trying for now. It hurts me when you pull against these ropes. It's got to hurt you too. Our focus should be to just play along till we get our opportunity to get away." Marnie coached. "Stop crying. It isn't doing either of us any good." Marnie said. "What am I going to do? My fingers are stuck to my bottom. No matter what I do, I can't get them free." "For starters, would you listen to me next time? I know this man from experience, and fighting him only makes it worse. Do what he says so we can get ourselves out of here. We can plan what to do about him when we are home." "I'm cold, and I'm cramped and I'm scared." Sally whined. "When is he going to return to this god forsaken place? That is some kinky apparatus he has there. I hope he doesn't have plans for it that include us." Marnie wondered out loud. "What do you mean?" Sally asked fearfully. * * * * * * * * Brenda was led from the house to an out building with other initiates, followed by the boy servers. She got a better look at their costumes and was particularly interested in Paul's dress and demeanor. The male servers had chains from their collars to their wrist cuffs which were only long enough to allow their hands to go down to waist level, preventing them from any contact with their genitals. They were hobbled by a chain from the ankle cuffs running up between their legs through a ring attached to the crotch strap at a position between the end of the scrotal sac and the anus. It allowed for carefully metered steps, but no wholesale escapes from anyone with a mind to catch them. The crotch strap was leather with a thong running up their butt cracks to the back of a belt-line. A hole in the widening front had their balls pushed through on display, and a tube for their cocks that curved them up by a lace at the topside of the tip through a small ring which tied back to the belt. A section was cut out of the leather tube at the underside of the corona for access to stimulate it, and a smaller hole was cut out of the tip that allowed the head to try and squeeze through when stimulated erect. Brenda learned, as time ran on, that they could be stimulated by the members at will, but would be punished if they allowed themselves to cum without permission. "Is this some kind of devil worship?" Brenda asked of Vanessa. "No, hardly that." Vanessa replied. "In fact we are not into witchcraft either. We are closer to a covey than a coven." "Can you tell me now what you do here?" Brenda asked Vanessa as she was being placed in a line off initiates. "Follow directions, no matter what you are asked, and you have a good chance of being let in." Vanessa related, while toying with one of Brenda's nipples, then with a pinch, "disobey, or balk, and you will remain my slave and a slave to any priestess in the order until someone has the heart to sponsor you for a second chance at initiation. You can bet that if you embarrass me in that way, that it won't be me doing it." Vanessa warned. "If you get in, I release you from all bondage with me. So you see, you have everything to gain by going along." "But what is this order all about?" "The worship of womanly pleasures. It can't get much better than that, now can it? We are given unique attributes, unlimited pleasure potential, the ability to carry forth life in our bodies, and a special bond that is sisterhood." Vanessa began to explain. "Take these beautiful breasts of yours. They give you pleasure when I touch them, milk to sustain life, and I can do things to you here," Vanessa said, causing Brenda to lurch with embarrassment at Vanessa's touch to her clitoris, "that will give you pleasure over and over again. Take those worthless beasts over there. They have one purpose in life, and that is to get their wieners into our bodies and deliver us their seed, besides being our beasts of burden. When you think about it, what good are they beyond that?" "That's twisted. I love my father, my uncles, and boys." Brenda protested. "You'd better fix that attitude right away, if you want to make it through the ceremony." Brenda surveyed the scene before her. Between the six initiates and their sponsors standing in a line together and a semicircle of member devotees and three priestesses in the middle on a small dais, was a padded alter about two and a half feet high and about the size of a person's back. The large area was lit by a myriad of candles in tall red cylinders casting a red glow about the ceremonial room. Behind the semicircle hung ropes, the reason for which was unclear. Behind Brenda stood the males awaiting instructions, and looking away from the women, probably trying to keep their excitement down. The priestess in the center began to talk and open the ceremony. After opening remarks, she asked a male slave, whom she referred to as "Number One", to escort the first initiate forward to in front of the three priestesses. The three stepped down, one with a jar of artist brushes, one with a bottle of a pink liquid, and the one in the middle with a book from which she read ceremonial verses. The nervous initiate stood before them with her hands held behind her by Number One. Her breasts were young and perky and she had a full bush of dark hair between her legs. With words and ceremony, the middle priestess took a brush, and had some of the sticky pink liquid applied to it, then painted it on the initiate's nipples and areolas. When she leaned over and blew on them, the substance heated up from the chemical reaction to the air that surprised the initiate. Then with a motion from her hand she had the initiate back up to and lean down upon the padded alter with the assistance of the slave who bent over her as he laid her down. The alter was just big enough for her torso, but not big enough to support her head or her legs. Two priestesses held one leg each up and out while the middle priestess ceremonially applied the sticky substance to the initiate's pussy and anus. All the initiate could comfortably do was to stare at the harnessed crotch of the slave that stood at her head while her own crotch heated with pleasure and passion. When she was released, she stood back in line and was greeted by her sponsor who put her arm around her and told her she was doing fine. Then Number Two was summoned to bring Desmonia forward. It took Brenda a moment to click that it was her. As she stood before the trio with her arms drawn back, the priestesses conferred for a moment, then announced to the members, that they encourage the membership to have the initiates they sponsor shave their snatches like Desmonia in the future, that it would add favor to their admission. "You are very lovely my dear." The priestess said privately to Brenda as she applied the substance to Brenda's tits. Brenda was too embarrassed and humiliated by the experience to thank her. When she was backed down onto the alter, she couldn't help but notice the excitement in Number Two's face and cock, as he was compelled to stare at her. This did not go unnoticed by the priestesses either. The middle one grabbed a brush from the jar on her way to where the slave was standing. She looked him in the eye while she tickled the underside of his balls with the brush. "having a control problem, are we?" She teased. Number Two's eyes widened like saucers, as he could not respond with the gag in his mouth. He looked down at his cock head trying to escape the tight hole at the end of the tube pulling the opening of his pee hole wide in its effort. Noticing this, the priestess took a smaller brush and twirled it down into the opening, causing him to shiver and spasm. When she started to work on the underside of his cock through its opening, she noticed some precum and he started to grunt and shake his head. "Need some help?" She asked and he nodded earnestly. "So you want me to save you from unbearable punishment?" He nodded "Yes" frantically. "Well then." She said, and slapped downward on his balls three times in rapid succession. He oofed, grunted, and bowed as he backed away as much in pain as in gratitude for interrupting the course of a more severe punishment. Brenda got up and went back to the lineup unescorted looking for and finding Paul who avoided eye contact with her. "It's looking up for you. I'm glad you were kinky enough to shave for the occasion, it's helping. They want slaves, so not all of the initiates here will be accepted." Vanessa advised. One other male slave got similar treatment, but Paul had the proper control through the balance of this part of the ceremony. Then the Priestess announced "To the Races". Vanessa led Brenda, as the other sponsors did, to the area behind the semicircle where, up till now, only ropes coming down from above could be seen. There were seven bucked logs with short legs ending in rockers to make odd low rocking horses. What frightened Brenda were the attachments to the curved out part of the saddle area. Rising up were two phalluses set fairly close together. As her nipple and crotch areas tingled, as her mind raced with the sensory overload of the moment. As she was now being tugged along by Vanessa closer and closer to her mount, it became clear to her that there are only two places these could go, and she didn't want to take them in her in either place. "I've got a little something that will help us win." Vanessa leaned in and whispered. "Bend over and touch your toes. After a moment of shock, a reminder nudge and expression of assurance from Vanessa, she bent over trying to look at the others who were doing the same. Each of the riders was getting lubrication applied to them by their sponsors. One-by-one, they were assisted in mounting their waiting steeds, one-by-one they worked the rubbery phalluses into their cunts and asses with the assistance of their sponsors, and one-by-one their arms were raised above their heads by the ropes over their rocking horses. Brenda began to feel strange in her asshole and cunt. There was a burning, itching sensation. "Vanessa, what . . .?" "Shh, our secret." Vanessa whispered. The horses were low enough that the girls were in somewhat of a squat. While the others were finishing the task of getting ready, Brenda felt the urge to press down and work at relieving the itching against the saddle and the phalluses. Vanessa smiled as it was clear that her spiked ointment would have Brenda leave the gates well ahead of the others. For a head and neck there was an angled post with a handle at the end that the sponsor could use to rock the horse. When everyone was ready, the sponsors awaited by their helms for the command to start. At the start, Brenda furiously worked every muscle in her body to attack the itch at her core. The burning and itching was making her delirious with the urge to quell its affect. Vanessa switched from standing facing her to standing sideways to her so she could rock her with one hand and play with her nipples and breasts with the other. Brenda didn't need as much help with the rocking, as she was putting everything she had into creating the motion for herself. With heads bobbing, breasts flopping, sweat dripping, capes waving, and hips grinding, everyone was into achieving a conclusion to their ordeal. Brenda came first in a wild flurry of uncontrollable spasmodic motions and sound well before the others. With a moment to catch her breath, she started right in again on her own, as the itching hadn't completely subsided. The others were being implored by their sponsors to get into it more. They each knew that not all of their initiates would get acceptance, so they concentrated as much as they could to help them finish the race. The crowd started to sense something great happening. It appeared possible for Brenda to lap the rest of the crowd if she could get off again before anyone else. The crowd began to cheer for their favorites and Brenda seemed like the favorite of the favorites. Brenda's advantage was that she was only competing with the itching burning sensation in her openings. The others were working the ride from the standpoint of being in competition with Brenda, and as such, distracted from achieving what would come by naturally. It was clear that Brenda was nearing another release. The rider next to her went into an obvious fake orgasm and was humiliated by hissing from the spectators. She dismounted and went over to her sponsor to cry on her shoulder. In a smooth predictable crescendo, Brenda came in a wild flurry of sound and motion again to cheers and applause of all those present. Male slaves let her arms down, but she remained on the horse working her hips against the saddle and phalluses with her eyes closed while the others, one-by-one, finished their own personal races. She was the last to get off. "Com'on." Vanessa said helping her up from the mount. "We're moving back for a special event up front." Vanessa walked her back with her arm around Brenda's waist, and holding Brenda's arm around her neck. Participants lined up in their original configuration to await the resuming of ceremonies. Brenda was continuing to rub her legs tightly together to work off the last vestiges of the spiked salve, when her complete attention and focus was redirected to the reluctant nude figure being forced into the room by two girls, who turned out to be Vanessa's henchwomen from the high school. They spotted Brenda and smiled devilishly at her as they passed with the cheerleading coach Linda Lee Lambert. The coach didn't notice Brenda, as her eyes were turned down to her feet and her struggling arms. She was walked up to the priestesses who stepped down to talk to her. She settled down as she listened to what they had to say to her in a verbal exchange. She was backed on to the alter, with her arms tied low on the sides, her head dangling off the edge, and her legs held up and out by ropes lowered down from the spanning joists of the unfinished ceiling. More words were said as they rubbed the heating lotion all over her naked squirming body. She writhed in the agony of the humiliation as best as her restraints would allow. Brenda stared on in horror as she watched her favorite teacher at the school undergo this ordeal. The middle priestess was heard to say, "So you claim you are not a lesbian and this is all very disgusting to you? Okay boys, this is your lucky day." She said signaling the slaves to come by her side. With a motion of her hands, several members came forward and started to massage the balls and asses of the slaves. "You like cock more than you like pussy, so here's the deal. You cooperate and give us a show and I'll have my boys here wear condoms. You don't, and they won't." The priestess offered. "You let me go, you cock sucking freaks!" Ms. Lambert screamed, as she forced her head up to direct the insulting command at the priestess between her legs. "God help me." She said resting her head back. "Now that wasn't very nice, especially since I am in total charge of your pussy right now. One last chance." "Go to Hell!" Ms. Lambert lashed back. "Okay Phaedrians, de-glove the monsters." The priestess ordered. The members attending to the males unsnapped the leather tubes, freeing the angrily restrained cocks, and continued to stroke them to appease their frustration with their previous confinement. Number Four, Paul, was asked to put it to her cunt first. He searched for Brenda, as he was positioned at the opening, but Brenda was hiding from Ms. Lambert's accidental glance and could not be seen by Paul. He put his hands on her knees as he slowly pumped in and out causing him to reflexively close his eyes with the pleasure that was overtaking him from the physical sensations of Ms. Lambert's cunt and the general excitement of the beautiful female bodies in the ceremony. Number One was positioned at her head, awaiting her to open her mouth to receive him. "Com'on bitch, you like cock sucking more than you like pussy sucking, open up." A priestess commanded at her side, grasping a nipple for enforcement. Ms. Lambert clenched her lips shut, grimaced her face and turned it from side to side to remove the target until a priestess at either side of her pinched her nipples hard enough to get her to open her eyes and gasp. They kept pressure on them while Number One tentatively slide his cock into her mouth and moved it around with apprehension. Members attending the male slaves cradled and kneaded their balls while they took turns pumping Ms. Lambert from both ends. They stopped when they were told to stop and rotated patiently at the commands of the priestesses', despite their individual needs to finish the job. "How are you doing, Candy Ass?" The middle priestess asked Ms. Lambert between cocksucking the males. Ms. Lambert responded with a defiant spit in her general direction. The priestess gave a nod, which apparently meant that it was okay to let the males spurt at will. "Lambert is going to be a tough filly to break, but she will. We have our ways." Vanessa said to Brenda, as if Brenda shared her view of things now, and was already an equal member. She didn't bother to take her eyes off of Ms. Lambert to see Brenda's expression of disapproval. Two males were allowed to spurt their seed into Ms. Lambert's cunt while the other four were permitted to do so into her mouth. She was not completely successful at getting all of the cum out, especially the ones that came thrusting into the back of her throat. She came close to cumming,, but was so willful about defying the mob, that she avoided it. The three priestesses conferenced, while Ms. Lambert stared off into space upside-down. They looked up and motioned for Vanessa to come and join them, partly from the success with her sponsorship of Paul and Brenda, and partly that she arranged for the spirited filly to be the entertainment in the first place. They decided that blindfolding her would take a lot of the fight out of her, the rocking horse ride should get her off, and Vanessa volunteered to get her ready for it. The middle priestess directed that Ms. Lambert be let up, blindfolded, and her wrists tied in front. The males then led her to the race area and forced her to bend over and spread her legs as Vanessa applied her spiked salve to her receiving orifices. Ms. Lambert didn't know what to expect, especially not the itching burning she felt after being carefully mounted on the rubbery phalluses. Her wrists were untied so they could be hoisted overhead and pulled somewhat apart. Her squatting seated posture showed her defiance only at her chest, with her athletic breasts jutting out from her arched back, that is, until the burning sensation set in. Then her head swam around and she started moving to stand up. Vanessa went right to the handle to get her rocking and off balance. As the horse reared up, the phallus in her cunt plunged in as the one in her anus pulled out. When the horse rocked down, the phallus pulled from her cunt and into her ass. Rather than face the fear of contending with the increasing itch and burn, she contented herself with rubbing her crotch against the saddle and horns to fight it. Like Brenda, her head rolled, her breasts heaved, and her cunt ground up, down, and round the rubbery horns. Members brought out some lamps and a camera to video tape the show she was providing. The energy in the room could be packaged and sold to fuel a city, watching this defiant well proportioned athletic woman succumb to her natural responses. A priestess stood by toying with her breasts to annoy and distract her and prolong the event. When it was clear she would not be able to delay the outcome any longer, she stood by to pull off the blindfold just as she exploded. Despite her will not to, she came in a spectacular display of movement and guttural utterances which brought cheers and applause. Her eyes went wide with a mixture of humiliation, embarrassment, and lustful response all at once as she stared wide-eyed into the video camera like a deer caught in headlights. She looked around in panic, but at no person in particular, as she was left by herself on the horse still itching and burning, panting, and dizzy. Vanessa asked another member to see if she could be successful at riding her to another climax. She agreed and started to put the blindfold on the squirming cheerleader coach. She was waved off from doing it by a priestess, who wanted to take it up a notch. The Phaedrian took the handle and slowly started the rocking motion again. Ms. Lambert fearfully let the motion work on the itching for her. Eventually, she closed her own eyes and worked to meet the thrusts with her own. She entered a dreamlike state to shut out the room from her consciousness and part of the way through, the priestesses had her arms slowly lowered and her hands placed on the handle for herself. She never opened her eyes, but dreamed of being denied the motion, so she made up for it by working out her own rhythm. It didn't matter to her that she was going to cum again. The only thing that mattered was that when it did happen, the itching and burning would cease with the event. The audience was silent. No one wanted to take responsibility for wresting her from her reverie. They all sensed a critical moment in the transformation from wild mustang to a broken saddle horse. She came again with a milder but more poignant orgasm, as it was mainly her doing, all caught on tape for posterity and summer re-runs in the order. Brenda felt for her favorite teacher, but thought that it would be better if she got out of there without Ms. Lambert even knowing she attended her humiliating show. The event went into an all out orgy. There was too much tension to work off. Brenda asked Vanessa if she would please take her home. Vanessa agreed, mostly because she was so pleased with how well the ceremony had gone for her in particular. Paul was asked if he wanted to go, but determined that Vanessa would be returning, and didn't want to miss out on the perks of his station in this order with a room full of incredibly horny girls. On the way home, Brenda was not up for conversation, but politely answered Vanessa's questions. Vanessa wanted to know what she thought about it, and Brenda shook off answering directly by saying she was too overwhelmed by it all to answer. At her home, Vanessa leaned over, took Brenda by the back of her head and planted a wet passionate kiss before Brenda could exit he door. Brenda thanked her, trying to disguise how freaked out she was by all of it, and escaped to the safety of her own house. "Hi Dad. Where's Mom?" "Hi Sweets. I thought you would know." "I just know she is out with Aunt Sally. She should be back soon." "I hope so, or you and I will have to go out to eat tonight." Roger said. "Let me shower and let's do it now. I'm starved." * * * * * * * * * Comments welcomed: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com For the rest of the story go here: /~spunknwagnels