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NUDIE NURSERY

Chapter Two

	Ray was full again when we awakened.  We lay in the moonlight, letting it caress our bodies.  We talked.  Our hands played over each other.  RayÕs cock stuck up like a flagpole, beckoning.  Another trio might have fallen at once to fucking, but Kate kept us hungry.  She liked playing, teasing, tempting.  My body felt warm and soft.  My hair nestled about my face, silver-blonde in the moonlight, trailing down over my breasts and my ribs.  Ray asked me how many times IÕd fucked.
	ÒIÕm not sure.  Not often,Ó I replied.  And it was true.  I was still a little scared of sex.  ItÕs why I usually wound up blowing boys I met on the beach.  But somehow, with Kate, I felt liberated.  I felt she was in charge and I could try things under her tutelege without feeling guilty.  She reached across RayÕs stomach and tugged at my pubic hair.  
	ÒYou might be pregnant now,Ó she said.
	ÒDo you have any morning after pills?Ó I asked.
	ÒYes,Ó she answered.  
	ÒIÕve probably been fired from my lifeguard job for abandoning my post,Ó Ray said.
	ÒYour post is right here, sir,Ó Kate said.  She tweaked his cock with her fingers.  We all laughed.  I wanted, I knew she did too.  But the waiting was fun.  I could feel RayÕs seed on the insides of my thighs.  It was dry now.  More was up in me.  
	ÒI like it here by the beach,Ó Kate said.  ÒItÕs much more fun than New York!  LetÕs go swimming!Ó
	ÒLet me call my mom first,Ó I asked.  I told Kate the number and she dialed it for me.  There, in the darkness, the other two sniggering beside me, I told my mom I was at a friendÕs house and promised to do my homework.  Then I hung up.
	ÒAlright, little one, now letÕs hit the beach!Ó Kate said.  We rolled out of her big bed and went downstairs.  In the dungeon we found our bikinis and we put them back on.  My top had got kicked aside under something and I coudnÕt find it.  I contented myself with just wearing my panties.  Ray, poor boy, had no suit at all.  Kate and I decided it would be fun to see if we could sneak him down to the waves with nothing on.
	ÒTry to lose your erection, big boy,Ó Kate told him.  She looked down at his penis and laughed.  It was obvious he wasnÕt going anywhere, no matter what humiliation he faced if he got caught nude on the beach.  ÒStay between us.  IÕve got both pieces on and Kelly at least has her panties.  Maybe you wonÕt be seen,Ó Kate advised him.  It was better than nothing, I suppose, but since he was a head taller than both of us it was doubtful that our little bodies could keep a big man like him very well hidden.  
	ÒOr you can try wearing one of my uncleÕs suits,Ó Kate suggested.  
	ÒI donÕt want to wear a pervertÕs swimsuit,Ó Ray replied.
	ÒWell, he was quite fat anyhow, so I doubt youÕd fit,Ó Kate replied.  Our man was flat as a pancake and his stomach was separated into nice little squares of muscle.  Then, below that, sticking up from his bush, his erection promised to find any suit, however big, too small to contain it.  Even his balls seemed giant-sized.  They hung down a little, swinging eagerly with his every lusty step.  
	We snuck out onto the beach.  It was dark, but the moon betrayed us.  We knew weÕd have to move quickly to avoid getting caught.  With Ray between Kate and myself, we made a dash down the sand.  RayÕs big thing bobbed up and down between his legs.  His balls jangled like church bells, silently, but I was temptingly aware of them, especially once when I fell a step behind and saw with glee how all his equipment looked from the rear.  His muscled ass pumped vigorously as he ran.  His thighs were powerful.  Like a snake his dick bobbed up and down, glimpsed between his legs, a big pulsing column of flesh that promised much in the hours ahead.
	My bosoms bounced on my chest.  My nipples had sprouted and I felt like a hedonist as I ran down the beach.  KateÕs breasts fell out of her bra but she ignored them.  We needed to get to the water to hide Ray and his erection.
	We reached the safety of the water.  We splashed into the ocean and submerged ourselves to our necks as quick as we could.  There, under the stars, we let our hands slip over each otherÕs bodies.  We had a fetish for each otherÕs loins and we did not deny ourselves.  But we didnÕt fuck.  There were two girls, just one guy.  Kate and I eyed each other but agreed, tacitly, to save Ray for inside, where we could better take turns with him.  Ray savored our closeness and let us protect him.  He was our Ôbare buns boy,Õ we told him gaily.  I think he liked letting girls handle him and tell him they loved him.  
	At last we stole back up the beach.  We took advantage of a passing cloud over the moon to make good our escape.  Back inside, we shared a quick shower together.  Then Kate took us downstairs to the kitchen and offered us some food.  
	We snacked with lust in our eyes.  We all knew that as soon as weÕd fed ourselves we were going back down to the dungeon.  Kate might have to report it to the police on Monday.  We didnÕt want to lose our last chance to enjoy it.  We gazed at each other, eating on our feet in the kitchen, our bodies naked and fresh from the sea.  We felt excited.  RayÕs penis stuck up obscenely and Kate and I had nipples as hard as coral.  
	When we locked ourselves in the dungeon after our meal Kate turned and looked at me.  She and I were dressed in earrings and heels, makeup newly applied, both of us with birth control pills dissolving in our tummies.  Ray stood with his penis hard and ready.  
	ÒYou know you agreed to be prisoner this time,Ó Kate said to me.  
	ÒI know,Ó I gulped.  IÕd tried to forget, hoped she had.  But she hadnÕt.  
	ÒCome,Ó she said, and delicately but firmly took my hand.  ÒThereÕs an Ob-Gyn room in back, just for girls, to put them through their paces.Ó  With me walking with wobbling knees, Ray following with a big grin on his face, Kate led me to the rear of the dungeon.  She parted a curtain at the back and led me between its folds.
	The sight that greeted me was an absolute shock.  For a moment I just stared speechless.  Then, finally, welling up from somewhere, the words ÒMy God!Ó broke from my lips.
	Set in the center of the room was a cushioned table.  It was a medical examination table for female patients.  Bars, lowered at the moment, could be raised to imprison the female within the table.  They ran the length of the table and allowed doctors to stand over the female and operate on her without her rolling off the table.  Nor could she sit up and hang her legs over the table, once the bars were raised.  And climbing up over the bars, I saw, would be impossible, if the doctor wished it, for they were connected to a wire and could be electrified.  A sign on the bars said ÒWarning:  Electric Shock.Ó  
	Sticking out from the base of the table were metal stirrups.  They were intended to imprison the feet of a female and spread her legs so she could be examined at will.  Above the table, chains with cuffs hung down to lift the femaleÕs arms and stretch them out above her head.  Or her arms could be drawn behind her and latched to the wall, which stood about a foot and a half behind the table.  There was a pillow for her head, but that small comfort was more than offset by the other objects in the room.
	A cattle prod lay on a low stool at the foot of the table.  The stool sat between the tableÕs stirrups.  A metallic chest full of medical equipment sat on the floor beside the stool.  It was open, and I saw inside a host of dildos, different lengths and widths, some smooth and some nubbed along their shafts.  Tweezers and razors and a speculum brooded within the chest.  I walked forward, curious, frightened, and peeked inside it.  Down in its depths I spotted instruments to pierce the clit or even to remove it.  There was jewelry too, to hang within the pierced lips of a girlÕs cunt.  
	Anxiously I let my eyes continue to wander around the room.  I wanted to throw up, I was so scared, but Kate held my hand and Ray stood behind me, breathing regularly, easily.  He was not to be tested in here, the bastard!  
	A Raggedy-Ann doll lay lost on the floor.  A picture of a clownÕs face was hung on the wall.  I saw a nightstand near the head of the medical table and on its surface lay an assortment of condoms and creams and ointments, all new and unused, ready and waiting for my exam.
	Above the bed hung rubber tubing connected to two suction cups.  I saw that steel casings could be lowered to the surface of the table and attached to, what?  
	ÒItÕs a milking machine, dear,Ó Kate explained to me.  It took me a minute to figure it out when I first saw it.  ÒThe suction cups fit to your nipples and then the casings descend and close around your breasts and suck them up inside the machine and pump them.  If youÕve got any milk to give, itÕll get it, I assure you!Ó
	I lifted a hand and ran it along the tubing that ran to one of the nipple-sized suction cups.  ÒHow do you know it works?Ó I asked in a trembling voice.
	ÒDonÕt ask,Ó Kate breathed.  I looked at her bosoms.  She blushed.  
	Hanging near the stirrup-end of the table, more tubing hung down.  I saw that it was connected to an empty bag hanging above the bed that read, ÒEnema waste products.Ó  Beside that bag was one that was full.  ÒEnema contents,Ó it said.
	I clapped my free hand to my forehead.  There was so much!  I spied nipple clamps, needles, a bridle and two types of gags, one with a ball and one with a penis, blindfolds, paddles, whips, and, incongruously, Baby Oil and Baby Powder.
	Ray approached me from behind and let his penis butt up against the furrow of my bottom.  His cockhead wedged rudely within my cheeks and I knew I was utterly at his disposal.  Yet there was no force, not yet.  Kate held my hand but otherwise I was still in possession of myself.  
	My breasts felt heavy on my chest, as if milk filled them and wished to sprout through my nipples.  My tummy moved gently with my breathing.  My breasts wobbled a little with each of my sighs.  
	ÒYou must be opened dear.  Completely,Ó Kate said to me.  She squeezed my hand.  I bit my lip.  What did she mean by that?  
	ÒI-I donÕt want to be opened,Ó I murmured.  My voice was quiet as a church mouseÕs.  As I spoke I could feel RayÕs cockhead stabbing deeper between the cheeks of my pumpkin and I knew it was already too late.  Kate lifted a hand and flicked one of my nipples.  
	ÒPlease donÕt resist.  It will only make it more difficult for you,Ó Kate sighed.  Her voice was melodious, not demanding or rough, but there was an inexplicable firmness to it.  As dark as the hair which tumbled down round her face and over her shoulders.
	RayÕs hands came to my waist and gripped me tightly.  ÒGet on the bed,Ó he said gruffly.  He found my hole with his cockhead and made me wince as he jabbed at it with his hugeness.
	ÒLet her,Ó Kate said to Ray.  With her eyes she forced him to unhand me.  But he did not take his dick out of my ass.
	I stepped forward, lifting my bottom off RayÕs pecker.  Kate let go of my hand.  I walked with hesitent steps to the side of the table.  I turned, faced her, Ray, let my bottom bump up against the tableÕs edge.  With a shrug, necessary to lift my bottom, I hoisted myself up onto the table.  It had a paper covering pulled down over its plastic surface and I felt the paper against my bare bottom.  I lifted my knees and watched, as if from afar, as my legs drew themselves up onto the table.
	I settled back.  The back of my head found the pillow and rested upon it.  Modestly I kept my legs together.  I gazed down at my toes, clasped within my high heels.  I placed my hands by my sides.  I breathed.  I felt my breasts rise and fall on my chest.  My tummy shivered, became concave, I could feel my ribs sticking up and, below them, the bones of my outcurving hips.
	ÒVery good, dear,Ó Kate said.  She plucked a nurseÕs cap from the nightstand and fitted it to her head.  Then, walking to the base of the table, she fitted my feet into the stirrups.  Ray hefted up the bars along the sides of the table, imprisoning me.  
	I felt open.  My legs were apart now, my feet bound, gently, with leather cords, into the stirrups.  I put a finger to my mouth and sucked it.  Kate took both my hands, turned them palm upwards, and drew them back over my head.  I felt my ribs and my breasts rise and she buckled them into restraints fixed on the wall.  
	I was theirs.  I could do nothing.  Kate took a cloth gag and bound it over my lips.  When she was done she kissed my nose.  I stared up at the ceiling.  I saw a plastic toy hanging there, for babies to bat at, hung with plastic fishes and gingerbread men and flowers.  It was too high to reach, though, and my hands were tied.  I guessed it could be lowered if the doctor wished.
	Kate bent over me and licked my nipples.  I whimpered.  I turned my head and saw her tummy pressing against the metal bars of my table-bed.
	ÒI have to wet your nipples to attach the suction cups of the milking machine,Ó Kate told me.
	ÒI donÕt want to be milked,Ó I said, but my gag made my words inaudible.
	Ray sat himself on the stool between my legs and busied himself with my cunt.  I felt his fingers pry me open and intrude inside.  He spread a paste inside my cunt lips and I jerked as I felt it burn.
	ÒIt wonÕt hurt you,Ó Kate smiled, nuzzling and suckling my breasts.  ÒI think its just Colgate Winterfresh toothpaste,Ó she giggled.  But it burned all the same, and I whimpered and cried within my gag and bucked my hips.  To soothe me Ray licked in my cunt until it was all gone.  
	The milking machine was lowered to my breasts as Ray found new ways to torture my clit and my cunt.  He gave me a pap smear and used the speculum to peer up inside me, all the while brushing my clit with his thumb.  He sprinkled hot chili powder on my clit, making me howl.  He tested my size with dildoes of increasing size, forcing them farther and farther up within me.  Kate, meanwhile, put suction cups to my nipples, fitted the steel casings of the milk machine around my breasts, and then turned it on.
	I was wrenched upward as the machine pulled on my breasts as if they were gourds.  I felt crushed and held and suctioned within the machineÕs grip.  Simultaneously the little pads fixed to my nipples began to suck upon them like babieÕs mouths, while delivering little electric shocks to them.  But that was only the half of it.  Down below, as the machine started milking my breasts, Ray rudely stuck the biggest dildo he could find up my cunt and turned it on.  
	It was the first time IÕd ever felt an electric dildo in my cunny.  It jolted me to a height of fear and then began jabbing on its own deep inside me, as if its upper half could work alone, inserting itself and then drawing a little back, then jamming up higher.  Ray, meanwhile, pressed it within me as much as my cunt would allow.
	Kate slapped my tummy.  She smiled down at me.  The pressure on my breasts was rhythmic now, fondling, holding, clasping and suckling them, making them feel as if they were caught in a wonderful vise that would never let go.  I felt like a cow, being milked and inseminated all at once.
	Kate walked to the end of the table and checked my wrist restraints.  They were secure.  I had not found any way to wriggle free of them.  Then she bent, kissed my nose, and went to the opposite end of the table.  She raised each of my stirrups so that they stuck up at an angle.  I felt my cheeks on the underside of my bottom exposed.  Sure enough, Ray used the opportunity to begin intruding things into my ass.  I felt like some experimental animal as he and Kate played with dildos in my two holes, my mouth gagged, my breasts constantly, endlessly suctioned as if they were udders.
	When Kate grew bored with helping Ray she went to the wall and took down a whip.  Methodically, touching herself as she did it, she began beating my poor tummy.  I jerked, I cried out.  Ray ordered me to lie still and warned I might be injured if I didnÕt, with him poking things in my womb.  I tried to comply but there was little hope of that!  Devilishly he kept rubbing new salves on my clitty meant to agonize and arouse it.
	Within my bonds I began to build toward an orgasm.  Ray heeded my distress and played upon it.  He found ever new ways to tease my clit, while sticking bigger and bigger things up inside my vagina and my bottomhole.
	Suddenly I climaxed.  Kate flicked a switch on the milking machine and it delivered stronger shocks to my nipples.  I rode out my orgasm with the milking machine working my teats and Ray teasing me through every rippling wrench of my hips.  Kate kept beating my tummy, lightly marking me with every stroke of the switch.
	I was released.  I lay upon the table in a daze.  My orgasm drizzled away.  I felt wet between my legs.  I felt violated.  Kate and Ray smiled down at me, all the evil things taken away, just me, staring up at them, still wearing my gag but nothing else.  Except my heels, of course, to make me look pretty.
	They reached down and I thought they would help me up but instead they rolled me over.  I was still trapped within the twin rails of the table.  They were not electrified, but a mere flick of a switch could make them so.  
	ÒKneel up, darling,Ó Kate urged.  I could not believe my ears.  But she slapped my fanny and, fearing worse, I stuck up my bottom.  My knees slid up under my belly and I lifted it so that my heinie was rudely pushed into the air.
	Ray let me keep my knees together but he put a spreader bar between my ankles.  Kate, meanwhile, pulled my thumb from my mouth, where IÕd hoped to suck it, and tied my hands together under my face.  
	I buried my nose in my pillow.  I did not want to see what they were preparing to do to me.  I knew it would be horrid.  I felt Kate blow on my bottom and then lick, once, between my cheeks.  Then there was a moment of waiting, as I heard an enema bag swung over me, its contents sloshing, and its hose unhooked.
	With the bag hanging over my bottom, as I suspected, not looking, quiet in my pillow, I felt long nails part my ass cheeks.  KateÕs tongue intruded again, and this time it was on a mission.  She found my hole and licked it.  Then, when I was wet with her saliva, she put vaseline on her finger and soothed it into my hole.  
	A jab made me arch my head up from my pillow.  My gag silenced a howl as a nozzle rudely pushed its way into my anus.
	ÒHold still, dear, donÕt waggle your bottom about like a hussy,Ó Kate told me.  She shoved the nozzle deeper into my hiney-hole and I heard Ray announce that heÕd unclipped the enema bag.
	A liquid rushed into my bottoms.  I gasped.  It filled me up fast.  It was more than sperm ever could do.  It filled me to the brim and I begged, through my gag, for them to stop the flow.  After another minute they did so.  I could barely move, I was so full.  They laughed.  Kate offered Ray a cookie.  They stood watching me a few minutes.  She stroked his penis.  It was hard and ready.
	The enema tube was detached from the full bag, which was now empty, and attached to a bag which had been hooked down beneath the table.  It was the waste bag, and I prayed theyÕd let me release my bowels into it, and fast.
	I heard Ray say he was removing a clip and suddenly all the fullness inside me began to rush out.
	ÒShe should have no problem taking me up her ass, now that sheÕs had all that liquid to expand her,Ó Ray laughed.  Kate laughed with him and began greasing his dick with the vaseline.  No sooner was I rid of the dastardly enema than Ray presented me with himself.  I felt his hardness sink into my fanny and I gasped and cried and begged to be let up.  He would have nothing of it.  He jerked within me, going deeper, then deeper still.  I found later that heÕd mounted a footstool just to be the right height to fuck my ass as I knelt on the table.  He urged my hips toward him.  I was not tied to the wall now and he was able to drag me, with my hands tied beneath my face, as far down the table as he wished.
	I began to cry.  Ray paid no attention.  He reamed me with his hardness and I felt like a flower being opened by some rude, ruthless child.  Kate stood beside him, slapping his ass with her hand, encouraging him, and, to a shout of disapproval from Ray, even inquiring herself in his hole with her finger.
	We made love there, in that strange room that took ÒPlaying DoctorÓ to its ultimate perversion.  Ray fucked me on the table and Kate finger-fucked him in his ass.  When heÕd cum I was permitted to rest and he laid her down on the floor and reamed her cunt with his mouth.  
	Dazed, aching everywhere, I was led out at last from the horrible Ob-Gyn room.  IÕd survived, but I wondered about the nursery school girls.  Had they been given ÔfreeÕ physicals in there?  The very thought of some man, no doctor but only a pervert, exploring their deepest secrets in there made me shiver.  Holding my hands Ray and Kate took me upstairs.  They wiped my bottom and we tumbled into bed and slept like exhausted rabbits.  As I drifted off to sleep I saw myself, in a pinafore dress, holding a lollipop, being led into the exam room by a pervert.  I pledged to myself that IÕd report this evil dungeon to the police as soon as weÕd finished.  But, in my dreams, I felt a penis intruding between the cheeks of my fanny, and I knew we werenÕt finished just yet.

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