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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN

Chapter Six

	ÒWell, now that weÕve all let off a little steam, letÕs get to know each other better,Ó Marie suggested.  With damaged bottoms everyone settled onto a piece of equipment in the game room which had, until this moment, stood ominously waiting to test them.  Cindy plopped herself on her tummy on the bondage table, resting her chin in her hands.  She did not have to be careful about her pregnancy yet though Marie, taking the velvet cloth from the horse, insisted on placing it under her.  Nancy, who had given Cindy a belting with a manÕs leather belt, now bent and daubed at CindyÕs weepy eyes with a linen handkerchief.  Such comforts were provided in the game room to soothe injured players.  
	ÒThere, donÕt cry too hard.  You might hurt your baby,Ó Nancy teased.
	ÒBe quiet!Ó Cindy pouted.  She sniffled and Nancy put the handkerchief gently to her nose and made her blow.
	ÒThatÕs better.  Be a big girl.  YouÕre going to be a mommy soon!Ó Nancy remonstrated.  Like Marie, she was the only female to have an unmarked bottom.  Marie sat curled in a bondage chair, watching KateÕs ass with sly interest.  The back of the chair had been dropped down over the space where no seat existed, to give Marie someplace to comfortably sit.  It was a hinged back, for a Mistress to sit in when she needed a rest.  When the playing began again, Kate had no doubt the chairÕs back would be raised again.  Only a small perch would be left, and a pot underneath where cold coals waited to be lit.
	Between her fingers Marie held a stout crop.  She caressed it as if it were a manÕs penis.  It was, indeed, the only short hard object within MarieÕs reach at the moment, given the condition of the menÕs genitalia.  They lounged around her, as if worshipping a goddess.  Rod sat perched on top of a pillory.  He seemed husband-like, sitting above Marie, while the other three males sat on the floor.  His dick, however, was shrunken almost into his pubic hair.  Kate gazed at him between his legs and decided she had not much taste for him.  She would avoid him if she could.  He was too old.
	Beneath Rod sat David.  He was clearly the favorite between both Rod and Marie.  David, having awakened some homosexual urge in Rod, sat with RodÕs feet on his shoulders.  The boy seemed not to mind that RodÕs big toes were level with his mouth.  Rod wiggled his toes to let the boy know he was possessed.  David glanced up, seemed not to know how to handle his suitor.  He looked at Marie.  Noticing him, her eyes left NancyÕs bare fanny and gave him a smile.  
	ÒMy, David, did I wear you out?Ó Marie asked.  She had mounted him when heÕd finished peeing.  They had coupled standing up.  Now David, having cum twice already, once on her leg and once in her cunt, looked relaxed.  His dick was still swollen but it was not erect.  It was about half its full size.  Kate, gazing at him, sizing him up, licked her lips.  She wanted to experience him before they all went their separate ways in the morning.
	Jim sat opposite Marie.  He leaned his head against her thigh and said he could smell DavidÕs emissions in her perfumed cunt.  Marie laughed and patted his head.
	ÒI want you next,Ó Marie said to Jim.
	ÒYouÕve got me,Ó Jim answered.  Kate felt no jealousy.  She had felt Jim in her (albeit in her bottom).  Now she wanted David, and she realized she hated Rod because she knew he wanted David too, perhaps in his ass.
	Mike lounged back and relaxed on the floor.  He seemed too tired to sit.  HeÕd taken the waitress on the floor.  Dripping his semen down the insides of her thighs, she now served them, still white-gloved.  More shrimp was offered, fresh from a game room fridge.  White and Red wine were poured into glasses and served to the guests.  Fresh crab meat was brought out, layered with cheese atop crackers.  Ritz crackers, whole wheat.  Kate took one.  She bit into it gently and found it scrumptious.  Beth, the waitress, handed her a glass of White wine to go with it.
	The women were in various states of pleasant disrepair.  All had been bottom-smacked except Nancy and Marie.  Kate sat with her knees apart on the floor, under the bondage table.  Above her she could hear Cindy simpering about her baby.  Cindy liked to complain about the importance of her baby now that everyone knew she was pregnant anyway.  It made her feel fragile, Kate suspected, and in need of both attention and protection.  (And a good fuck, of course.)  Perhaps she wished to be first in line when the fucking began again because, of course, she was pregnant, Kate mused.
	ÒPlease give me more crackers,Ó Cindy told Beth.  ÒIÕm PREGNANT!Ó
	Beth complied, quietly.  Kate rolled her eyes and blew teasingly into BethÕs pubic hair as the waitress bent over her to pass the crackers to Cindy.
	ÒAn ill wind blows nobody any good,Ó Lynette told Kate.  She sat beside the girl on the floor.  Kate smiled at Lynette and blew into BethÕs pubic hair again.
	ÒMy, itÕs windy in here,Ó Beth murmured.  Then she turned and went to Nancy and offered her crackers.  Beth was quiet and compliant.  Her bottom, well-warmed by Marie before the night even began, kept her obedient.
	ÒOh, gee.  Do I get a cracker?  And IÕm not even pregnant!Ó Nancy smirked.  
	ÒYouÕre a meanie,Ó Cindy snapped.  Then she sniffled, self-pityingly.  ÒOW!Ó  She cried suddenly.  Nancy, sitting with her bottom newly perched on the edge of the bondage table, gave CindyÕs upturned ass a smack with her open palm.
	ÒOooooohhhhhh-OH!Ó Cindy moaned.  The smack was not hard but, coming upon the stern marks left by the belting Nancy had given her, it made her tush sizzle.
	ÒDonÕt complain, donÕt sniffle, and donÕt say youÕre preggy again all night long!Ó Nancy said in a girlish, sassy voice.
	ÒMy, arenÕt we in charge?Ó Marie said with sly eyes.  ÒCome here, Nancy.  YouÕre going to entertain us a bit while we rest.Ó
	Nancy bit her lip but did not disobey.  She saw the crop in MarieÕs hand as clearly as anyone.  She slipped from the table and padded over to Marie.  As if to win the womanÕs favor, she presented her cunny to her, pushing her hips out in front of her as she stood by the womanÕs knee.  She tossed her short brown hair back from her face with a backward bob of her head.  Kate smiled at her casual air.  So calm, yet so lewd at the same time, as if showing oneÕs cunny to another woman were just an ordinary, everyday act.
	Marie extended a curled finger and touched NancyÕs slitted nest.  Nancy jerked but did not complain.  She kept her hips offered.  She gritted her teeth a little as Marie began to stroke her fleece.
	ÒYes, Nancy, IÕm going to excite you a little first... ah, is that your spot?  Have I found it?Ó Marie asked.  Nancy seized up like a child receiving an injection.  She lifted her eyes to the ceiling.  ÒAnd then, Nancy dear, when youÕre in a nice heat, IÕm going to flip you over my knee and paddle your cute little ass.Ó
	ÒOh, NO pleazzze,Ó Nancy begged, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
	ÒYes, and with this crop if you prove uncooperative,Ó Marie said.  ÒNobody gets out of my game room with an uninjured bottom, my dear.  Erotically injured, of course.  Something to make you remember me by when you sit down tomorrow, and the next day too.  I consider it a gift.  From me to you,Ó Marie said to Nancy.  She invaded the girlÕs slit but Nancy remained standing.  She clapped her hands to her bottom and begged that it be spared.  Yet she stood complaint, pushing her hips out to Marie.  NancyÕs small hands rubbed the white cheeks of her ass and she remained with her eyes fixed on the roof.
	Kate marvelled at Marie.  The woman was completely self-possessed.  She amused herself in NancyÕs slit as unabashedly as if the girl were a visiting niece, and she simply straightening her dress for her.  Marie looked at Beth.  ÒTell Sherry to come in and clean for us,Ó Marie said to Beth even as she kept a finger within NancyÕs private.
	ÒYes,m,Ó Beth answered.  Beth went to the door of the game room and unbarred it.  It was locked but she knew the combination.  She drew back the hasp from the bar and lifted the bar.  It was wooden, heavy.  Beth had to strain to get it up, although Marie, with her catlike strength, had shown little difficulty putting the bar in place.  Kate wondered if she herself were Batgirl and Marie the Catwoman.  Val Kilmer was the only one missing.  Jim might be Val, Kate thought to herself.  Young, excitable, yet a bit brooding also, she saw, now that his strength had left him.  David, her choice for the next round, was steadily swelling.  Silently Kate vowed to herself that sheÕd kill Rod if she had to to keep the old man from having the boy up his arse.
	An apparition entered.  As suddenly as a ghost might have appeared, a blonde, 13-year-old nymph entered into the room.  Immediately she stole the menÕs attention completely away.  Her hair was long but pinned neatly up in a loose bun at the back of her head.  Her face was Elven, a fairy from Limerick come to taunt the men.  She had eyes with long lashes, blue eyes, blue as the sky on an Irish summer day.  Her lips were beestung, like a modelÕs, poutier even than CindyÕs.  She had small cheeks and a thin neck and fragile, bone-white shoulders.  Around them was cast a soft shimmering robe.  It was completely transparent, showing her slim, frail body inside.  Yet the robe, bewitchingly, became opaque where more than one layer of fabric collected.  Between the girlÕs thighs the fabric fell, and in layering itself upon itself it managed to obscure the view of her delta.  Her bosoms could be plainly seen, high and firm and round.  And her dimpled navel also.  But just where the menÕs eyes hoped to see most, they saw nothing.  Just the softly layered fabric of the nymphÕs flowing robe where it spilled between her legs.  
	The girlÕs thighs were bare.  Her robe had been cleverly slitted up both her legs so that her legs, in walking, protruded from the slits, forcing the long robe to layer itself between her bared thighs.  She was naked in her robe, wearing nothing but gold open-toed slippers upon her small feet.  Her hands were small, bare, and her arms were bare up to her shoulders where the robe, quite uselessly, covered but did not obscure them.
	In her fingers, quite tentatively, Kate thought, the blonde nymph held a sponge.  Kate saw at once it was for scrubbing the floor and the furniture, for Beth fetched a pail, perhaps one filled outside the door by the girl, and struggled inside with it.  Beth was careful not to spill any of the pailÕs water upon the floor.  Kate saw suds floating in the pail.  Their tops billowed above its rim.
	ÒMen, ladies, this is my neighbor Sherry,Ó Marie said casually.  Still she diddled in NancyÕs slit, though Nancy herself now had lowered her face to gaze at the girl with the sponge.  ÒSheÕs a virgin,Ó Marie said.  ÒAnd sheÕll be staying that way tonight, gentlemen, IÕm afraid.  But you may certainly watch her as she scrubs the dungeon for us.  Any excitement she brings you, though, will have to be spent in one of us ladies, not in her.Ó
	ÒW-Why?Ó Mike, the sullen one, asked, rising up from the floor and propping himself up with his hands behind his bare rump as he remained sitting.
	ÒBecause, dear boy, I insist,Ó Marie answered.  She seemed delighted to have provoked the men in a way they could not assauge.  Their pricks, depleted still, were unable to salute the girl as they wished.  But they made sure their legs were apart and they showed her their condition, however feeble it was, in hopes of inspiring her.  Sherry, though, kept her eyes fixed straight ahead.  She looked a no one, seemingly contemplating some fixed point inside herself.  Deliberately she gulped and Kate realized she was bashful and yet proud.  Had she been seen in this way before, all naked, showing her fresh nudity to men and women?  Kate guessed she had not.  The girl was on a special journey, one that was her own private coming out, in a game room where nude male and female combatants were assembled, waiting to start a second round at love.
	Sherry stopped in the middle of the room.  Still she acknowledged no one, not even Marie.  Beth set the pail down beside her.  Kate saw Sherry fight to control a blush.  Then the girl, just a little red-cheeked, bent carefully until her knees touched the floor.  Quietly, almost noiselessly, she dipped her sponge into the pail.  She submerged it daintily.  Then she drew it up.  It was wet and covered with suds.  Applying it to the floor as if it were fine china, Sherry began slowly to rub it.
	The men were awed by the girlÕs impeccable, newly grown beauty.  They watched open mouthed as her ripe young tits jiggled from her chest.  SherryÕs nipples sprouted hard and ready.  Yet she bit her lip and kept scrubbing, a proper well-brought-up girl who knew her place and only wished to exist properly within it.  To see such a marvelous, unblemished creature reduced to cleaning a floor of sex jism deeply aroused them.  David, who had lost himself on that very spot, shooting onto MarieÕs thigh and, in his excitement, spilling himself on the floor, arose anew.  Jim also stood up, though he, like David, merely swelled promisingly, not yet fully erected and hard.  Kate watched both men and admired their rising penises.  
	ÒUp, up, up,Ó she found herself chanting quietly.  Lynette, beside her, nudged her gaily.
	Kate glanced up at the bondage table over her head.  ÒNone for you this time.  YouÕre pregnant!Ó she chided Cindy.
	ÒPregnant goes first,Ó Cindy retorted.
	ÒGirls, girls.  DonÕt get quarrelsome, or IÕll have them both,Ó Marie reproved them.  Nancy, wide-eyed, stared at David and then behind herself at Jim.  She looked only between their legs.  Kate hoped Marie got to spanking Nancy soon, for that might keep the girl at bay while she herself made a beeline for David.  But Rod, he must be got rid of somehow, for he hunched forward and gazed proudly down at DavidÕs erection.  
	ÒYou can have Rod,Ó Kate suggested to Lynette.
	Lynette gave a feminine snort in reply.  ÒHeÕs not even up,Ó she said.
	ÒBut youÕre such a bombshell, arenÕt you?Ó Kate asked.
	ÒForget him, but thanks for the compliment,Ó Lynette said.
	I watched, casually, as an observer does at a ball game, as the menÕs testicles departed from the jangling position and lofted themselves up into their crotches.  Twin church bells, hung in a slingy sac, became bold, bulging ball pouches that looked like a single round balloon.  
	Marie tumbled Nancy over her knees.  The brunette lay open-eyed and open-mouthed, like a wondering child, over MarieÕs bare legs.  The woman smiled down at her new victim and patted her bottom.  Nancy put a finger in her mouth and waited for the inevitable.  She sucked on her finger like a talisman, as if it could protect her bare backside.
	ÒYour ass is simply perfect for swatting,Ó Marie chuckled at Nancy.  The girl jerked as Marie inquired within her cheeks.  The womanÕs finger found NancyÕs hole and pressed.  
	ÒOh, donÕtttt,Ó Nancy said, her protest obscured by her finger in her mouth.
	ÒDoes my finger bother you, dear girl?Ó Marie laughed.  She lifted her chin and her breasts shook as she laughed, big cantaloupes in a windy market scale.  Kate remembered weighing fruit at the grocery.  She wondered, looking at MarieÕs breasts, just how much the womanÕs mammaries would weigh.  Perhaps a doctor would find out one day, if she ever needed a masectomy.
	Marie teased her way deeper into NancyÕs hole.  It was tough going, but the woman slipped a finger under NancyÕs belly and found her spot with her free hand, and Nancy, beginning to squirm like a fish over MarieÕs legs, jutted her bottom up needfully to put more of Marie into her ass.
	ÒWhy, you naughty girl, do you want my finger up your fanny?Ó Marie asked.  At once she pulled her finger out, making a little popping sound as it departed from NancyÕs cheeks.  Then, arching the digit that had gone exploring, so that its BMÕed surface stuck up higher than the rest of her fingers, Marie brought her hand down upon NancyÕs ass.
	ÒOOOOOCH!Ó Nancy cried.  Her girlish bosoms flung themselves about as she received the slap and reacted to it.  Fishlike, she sprang up her chest while scissoring her legs behind her.  She was a beached mermaid slithering back to sea, caught bottomup on the beach by a sunbather.
	ÒWell you do have a desire to be quite vocal this evening, donÕt you?Ó Marie asked.  ÒSurely youÕve had your bottom warmed before, my dear?  You seem a bit worldly, even at 19, to claim innocence in something like this.  Has not your employer had your fanny up over his knees once or twice, slapping it for your typos and your tardiness.Ó
	ÒOh but I donÕt like it,Ó Nancy whispered, over her finger which remained in her mouth.
	ÒYou donÕt like having a nice rosy bottom?  Why, I should think thatÕs the principal benefit of having a young girl about.  Do you fancy yourself a woman, my dear, capable of engaging in intelligent conversation?  No college, and yet she thinks sheÕs Emily Dickinson.  Or is it Emily Dick, Miss Finger Sucker?Ó  Marie brought her hand down hard against NancyÕs bottom, still keeping her one soiled finger higher than the rest so that it didnÕt smear its shit-coating on SandyÕs white cheeks.  (This desite the fact that it had soiled itself between her cheeks.)
	Nancy howled anew.  Sherry, still scrubbing the floor very daintily, watched with the knowing eyes of one who bore an even cuter, more immature bottom, with high, well-formed wiggly cheeks fresh out of childhood.
	The men began to grow restless.  Marie noticed, and realized she could not play with their fire too long.  They were strong men and they could be teased a little, but they could not be denied too long.  Marie, still giving more whacks to NancyÕs sassily offered fanny, ordered Beth to bring yogurt.  ÒThe men will be ready soon, and I want them to have something nice and healthy in their bellies, in the way of nourishment, before theyÕre called on to give of themselves again,Ó Marie told her waitress.  Like some plotting goddess, her words were laden with trickery.  The men needed nothing, they were ready to fuck and spurt immediately.  But by promising them pleasure soon, Marie was able to buy a little more time, and perhaps even make them think they needed something to eat before they resumed their balling.
	ÒNever mind the floor, Sherry,Ó Marie said to her 13-year-old charge.  Get some hot towels for us so we can clean off our most important parts.  ÒHurry, girl!  The men canÕt wait forever.  They hate taking baths as it is.Ó
	Sherry rose as the men smiled at MarieÕs observance of their masculine nature.  True, yogurt and a bath had probably been the least things on their minds 30 seconds ago, but now, pleasantly submitting to her words, they waited with hardened penises for the chance to fuck.  Sherry, rising up and turning to fetch towels from the next room, offered a breathtaking sight as she departed.  Her high, tight little ass swung rhythmically as she stepped from the room.  She walked on tip toe, and seemed to offer an extra wiggle to her fanny as she left.
	ÒGod, IÕve got to bugger that girl,Ó Mike sitting on the floor with his penis at full attention, muttered.  He seemed to speak for all the males.  They sat with eyes glued on SherryÕs bottom, as she, butterfly-like, flitted from their midst.  
	Beth reentered the room, carrying a silver tray laden with cups of yogurt.
	ÒOne to each girl,Ó Marie said.  ÒAnd woman,Ó she added, smirking at Nancy and giving her ass another stinging slap.  The girl screeched, but seemed to do so with needless volubility, Kate thought, given that it was a mere handslap.  Kate guessed Nancy was using her spanking as a way of advertising her nether charms.  Indeed, Mike, who had been sitting in a stupor since Sherry left, now looked over at Nancy and sized up her bare, wriggling tushy.
	Kate received a yogurt from Beth and pulled up the lid.  It was vanilla, with blueberries lost somewhere on the bottom.  Kate looked at it hungrily and then cast her eyes toward Marie.
	ÒI havenÕt any spoon,Ó Kate said.  
	ÒDavid does,Ó Marie smiled.  Kate looked at the young man and then again at Marie.  
	ÒHe doesnÕt,Ó Kate said simply.
	ÒAh, hereÕs Sherry.  Girl, wipe DavidÕs privates, would you?  Kate needs a spoon for her yogurt.Ó
	Lynette chortled, but a bit disappointedly, Kate thought, for her own blood was pulsing through her as she realized where DavidÕs spoon was.
	ÒI havenÕt got any spoon,Ó David said to Marie.  He turned to her with a quizzical look.  Sherry, however, knelt before him and lifted up a hot towel from a tray of them that she bore and applied its heat to his hard on.
	ÒHey, yeeowch!Ó David said.  He had not noticed what Sherry was up to.  Sherry ignored him and softly rubbed his penis with the steaming hot towel.  David jerked for a moment but then settled down as the towelÕs moisture compensated for its heat.
	ÒThere, youÕre nice and clean, sir,Ó Sherry said seductively to David.  
	ÒNo you may NOT put your penis in her mouth, David,Ó Marie scolded.  Sherry, quite innocently, or so she hoped it appeared, had widened her mouth and let her tongue protrude as she finished her sentence.  She let her face remain tantalizingly close to DavidÕs newly polished equipment.
	David, sticking himself up more, arching his hips at Sherry, aimed to fill her wide-open, offered mouth with his manhood.  MarieÕs words stilled him.  For a moment Sherry remained wide-mouthed, gazing at him, while DavidÕs penis stuck lance-like at her face.  
	Sherry put both her hands softly upon DavidÕs cock.  She seemed to hold him back from her, like a frightened child.  But then, still showing him the inside of her mouth, still gape-faced, she began to stroke him in hopes of making him spurt.  
	ÒSherry, you are NOT to make David shoot in your mouth,Ó Marie scolded.  ÒFie, I have the wrong person over my knee!Ó she swore, throwing up Nancy, who gratefully reclaimed possession of her own bottom by clapping her hands to it.  Standing once more, Nancy did a little jig as she attempted to assauge the sting of her spanking.  Her bare feet leapt in little hops on the floor.  She was a female leprechaun, dancing amidst clover.  But a tossing up of her head showed that her fanny, at least, had not been lucky this day.  She rubbed it quite earnestly.
	ÒSherry!Ó  Marie called.  Striding to the girl she bent and yanked her up by her hair.  Sherry did not let go of DavidÕs cock and he yelped as he was drawn penis first up by her clutching hands.  In a moment both she and he were standing.  Still she rubbed him, and she tried to kneel in front of him so that she could keep her mouth were the action was.
	Kate crossed the room and stood hopefully with her yogurt cup, waiting to make use of DavidÕs penis as a spoon.  She batted at SherryÕs fingers and tried to pry them loose from DavidÕs cock.  Marie, meanwhile, gave SherryÕs soft warm bottom a slap.  The girl, surprised, lost her hold on David.
	ÒYum, time to eat!Ó Kate said.  Quickly she knelt before DavidÕs hard-on.  She took hold of it in her small hand and plunged its length into her yogurt cup.  Drawing him up from the cool moist interior, she presented his manhood to her waiting lips.  It was coated with vanilla yogurt.  David, not caring now at the loss of Sherry, strove to control himself as Kate licked him clean and then stuck him back into the cloying yogurt.  For a moment Kate thought he might shoot his jism into her cup.  He seemed excited at seeing himself used this way, put into a creamy substance and used to stir it and spoon it.  Sherry, meanwhile, broke into tears over the loss of her toy.  SheÕd liked having a man in her hands.  Now, with Marie angry at her, she was dumped unceremoniously over the womanÕs knees.  Marie began spanking her.  Sherry was still close enough to childhood to feel humiliated at such treatment.  She blushed and kicked her feet and Rod had to hop down and hold her, lest she spring up and run away.  Nancy, meanwhile, whoÕd been relatively compliant in her punishment, never actually preventing it, stood watching with her hands on her bottom.
	Kate licked and sucked David.  She used his big sausage to clean out the inside of her cup when sheÕd eaten all the vanilla and all the drippy blueberries at the bottom.  Mike was put to a similar use.  Lynette made him serve a cupful of cherry yogurt to her, with his penis.  Cindy, still lying on the table, was offered a cup of banana yogurt.  Jim helped her eat it, standing before her table refuge, offering his penis as a spoon.  She ate her yogurt greedily, exclaiming how hungry her pregnancy made her.  When she had emptied her cup she said she was still hungry.  Jim, not waiting for orders or permission from Marie, offered her sexy little mouth the contents of his testicles.  She accepted.  She sucked him like a straw until he shot himself into her hungry tummy.
	Amidst this carnival of carnality, there was a knock at the door.  It had a distinct pattern to it; three knocks, slow and regular, followed by two more in quick succession.  Beth went to the door and opened it.  Out of the side of her eyes Kate noticed a man enter.  He was tall, dressed in a tailored suit that looked both fashionable and quite expensive.  Beside him entered a woman in a long dress.  It held itself against her figure as if it had been glued on.  The fibers were handwoven, Kate guessed, for they had a natural quality to them.  The woman had an imposing manner and kept her hair up in a bun.  Her face was like ice; white but expertly carved.  Kate laughed as she felt DavidÕs hot penis thrusting into her mouth.  Would the womanÕs face melt if she had such a fine young man between her teeth?
	Eagerly, almost to show off, Kate yanked on DavidÕs cock and urged him to the floor.  She had no idea who these newcomers were, but she felt seized with a desire to impress them, particularly the man.  To show him what a REAL woman like herself could do, instead of the ice-statue he was currently with.
	David plopped onto his behind and watched with hungry eyes as Kate knelt over him.  Wantonly, opening herself to admit him, using her two hands as pliers to open her sex up with, Kate got herself up on DavidÕs hard on.  Fitting his head into her labia, she waggled her bottom at the man in the tailored suit who stood behind her.  David thrust up.  Kate screamed happily as his powerful tool split her tummy like a drill shaft.
	ÒThis one seems particularly lively,Ó Kate heard the woman comment.  She felt the sharp toe of the womanÕs booted foot jab her hiney.  It was not polite.  It found her anus on the first kick and Kate howled at the contact.  
	ÒShe has the perfect bottom for it,Ó the man said casually.  Kate felt she were livestock and he was the meat inspector.  He tapped her right bottom cheek with a walking stick that he carried.  
	Kate groaned with passion.  David was thrusting up into her with enormous vigor.  He had come earlier and it had, it seemed, given him just the sort of self-control he needed.  He didnÕt spurt quickly as Kate had feared.  Riding him, with her hands pressed to his chest to aid herself, Kate felt fear possess her bottom.  She was scared to death the woman would kick her again.  Her cheeks were widespread as she jutted her hiney back at them, receiving David in her womb.  The thought that she might be injured by them thrilled her.  Yet she didnÕt want to be injured, but in her writhing she found herself exploding in orgasm at the fear of being hurt.
	ÒOhhhh, Davidddd, protect me!Ó Kate gasped in a high-pitched, screamy voice as the man tapped her bottom again with his walking stick.  All around her others made love, their bodies joining despite the presence of the fully-clothed newcomers.  Kate imagined they looked at the others, not just at her.  But if the newcomers did they did not move away from her in response.  They stayed behind her always, and Kate felt she might rupture from the orgasms she was having upon DavidÕs prick, all the while scared to death sheÕd be kicked again or whacked with the walking stick.
	When Kate had been thoroughly fucked by David, losing track of how many wonderful orgasms sheÕd experienced upon his penis, feeling at last his jism jetting up into her, she collapsed on top of him and held him.  She could feel her bottom bulbing up at the two new guests.  They still frightened her, but she felt a secret thrill at showing them her split-apart bottom, with its crack open and her hole dimpling her crack in such an intriguingly offered manner.  She wondered idly if the woman would kick her again in her hole but the woman did not.  Instead, the new guests seemed to enjoy watching her shiver and gasp and sigh softly as she huddled over DavidÕs spent form.  He lay under her all spread out and happily exhausted.  His arms lay upon the floor and his legs were spread.  He was spread-eagled, pinned to the floor by spent delight rather than ropes.  Once in a while he gave a little upward thrust with his hips to remind Kate that he was still inside her.  His manhood had shrunk considerably, but it still threaded her sex and lay within her.
	The woman, after a respectful interval, reached down and yanked Kate up by her hair.  Kate was forced to stand lest she be hurt by the pulling.  Awkwardly Kate got to her feet.  The woman didnÕt pull on her hair any more than she needed to, and for that Kate was grateful, but she disliked the fact that sheÕd been attacked at all.  
	When the woman had Kate on her feet she patted KateÕs hair and stroked it and attempted to arrange KateÕs tousled long locks in some kind of neat order.  Kate was suprised by the womanÕs soft touch.  SheÕd been kicked, then pulled up by her hair, yet now the woman caressed her hair as politely as if Kate were her own daughter.
	ÒYes, you will do perfectly,Ó the woman said to Kate.  When sheÕd arranged KateÕs wild hair, thrown all askew from her fucking, she patted KateÕs tummy.  They were slap-pats, striking KateÕs soft belly harder than she would have preferred.  Kate could almost feel the womanÕs hand forcing DavidÕs sperm to slosh around in her womb.  ÒYouÕre not pregnant?  Hmmm?Ó the woman asked.  ÒYouÕre on the Pill?Ó
	Dumbly Kate nodded.  She was nude, the woman, slapping her belly, was clothed as for an elegant dinner party.  Kate looked at the man.  He stared back at her coldly.  But then he allowed himself the slightest of smiles, as if to reassure her that he wasnÕt quite as imposing as she imagined.
	Marie walked up to the three of them.  She was stark naked and there was a fresh issuance of sperm dribbling down from her cuntlips.  Absently she wiped at the sperm with her fingers, like a little girl whoÕs peed on herself, except Marie had just received an emission from Rod.
	ÒThis is John and Melinda,Ó Marie said, giving herself the job of making introductions.  ÒJohn, Melinda, this is Kate.  SheÕs sweet, donÕt you think?Ó
	ÒJohn wants her,Ó Melinda said to Marie.  As she spoke she thrust her hand down from KateÕs belly into the split of her thighs.  She felt within the folds of KateÕs sex.  Kate jerked but Marie, conspiratorily, placed a hand on KateÕs bottom to keep her from stepping back.
	ÒJohn,Ó Marie said calmly.  ÒKateÕs very young.  YouÕre so harsh with your women!  Do you really think sheÕd be able to stand it?Ó
	ÒOf course,Ó Melinda replied.  She removed her hand from KateÕs sex and slapped the blonde on her flanks.  Kate felt like a pony and yet, allowing herself a quick toss of her blonde hair, she found she didnÕt find her status entirely disagreeable.  She didnÕt know why.  It made no sense at all to permit these people to treat her this way.  Yet, mesmerized by the man in the suit and how he regarded her, feeling freed for the moment from her normal inhibitions, Kate turned her body slightly and openly thrust her hips forward to show him her cunt.  She swayed her hips back and forth and made him look at her soft downy covering of private hair.  She rubbed her fleece against his pants leg.  Sperm from DavidÕs emissions, oozing out of her lips, stained the manÕs trousers.  Her own honey was mingled with DavidÕs love juice.
	Marie laughed.  ÒWell!  If sheÕs THAT eager,Ó Marie said.  ÒThen I suppose IÕll fetch her a collar.Ó  Kate, unthinkingly, pressed her cunny lips to the manÕs treetrunk-like thigh and felt his muscled leg press against her lips, making them splurge.  She had a naughty thought and dismissed it from her mind.  Then, just as quickly, she let it re-enter.
	ÒKate, dear, John will pamper you most exquisitely, but only for one purpose--to punish you.  Are you sure--?Ó Marie asked, buckling a leather collar round KateÕs neck.  Still playing, having made no decision at all, merely teasing, but loving herself for doing it, Kate released her pee.  She felt her cunny lips wet the manÕs expensive pants leg and he gasped, as did Melinda and Marie, as Kate wet the manÕs pants with her sex.
	ÒWell!Ó Marie said, shocked.  She drew her hand back and gave Kate an ass-spatting handslap.  Kate squeezed her eyes shut and mewled.  Yet she didnÕt stop the flow of her pee.  She kept on pissing on the manÕs pants until she was completely relieved.
	ÒA feisty slave, my favorite,Ó Melinda murmured, when sheÕd recovered herself enough to speak again.  Kate had outmaneuvered them all!
	ÒWeÕll have to skip the dinner,Ó John said to Melinda.
	ÒItÕs late anyway, dear,Ó Melinda said.  ÒAnd KateÕs training needs to begin right away.Ó
	ÒIndeed,Ó John affirmed.  Kate, withdrawing her lovelips from JohnÕs leg, admired the long, runny stain sheÕd left upon them.  His whole leg right down to his shoe was marked by her soaking pee.  And sheÕd wiped her sex on him too, leaving DavidÕs sperm there.  
	Kate felt a cloak thrown over her shoulders.  Marie adjusted it.  KateÕs shoulders were small and the cloak threatened to slip right off her.
	ÒYouÕve chosen well, sweet one.  There is no sterner master I know of, nor one more considerate,Ó Marie said to Kate.  She kissed the girl lightly on the cheek.  Kate flinched.  She felt the collar around her throat, binding her lightly, showing her status.  She did not lift her fingers to it but merely admitted the feeling of it into her mind.  It was a leather collar.  It was covered with felt on its inside surface so as not to chafe her.  But it had a place for a leash, and Kate gazed down her nose at the silver ring which protruded from the front of the collar where John might attach a leash to her.
	Gallantly John brushed KateÕs cloak back from her body and reached within and took her bare arm.  Her body was bare and her arm was bare and his sleeved, tailored arm, flexing its bicep, felt like an intruder within her warm cloak.  Yet she did not resist him.  She allowed him to lead her out of the game room and through the locker room and out through the front door of the townhouse.
	There was a chilly drizzle of rain outside.  With her free hand Kate pulled the cloak around her breasts.  It remained open at the waist, showing her belly and below that her bush, with her bare white legs protruding from the front of the open cloak as she let John draw her down the front steps along the walk to his car.  Melinda, walking efficiently beside Kate, unfurled an umbrella and held it above KateÕs head to keep the raindrops from wetting her tousled, already-matted locks.  She was in disarray from the fuckfest in the game room yet John and Melinda treated her as if she were a princess.  
	John opened the passengerÕs side door of his Jaguar.  Kate bent down and slipped in.  Melinda held up the tail of her cloak so that it wouldnÕt touch the wet ground as she bent.  
	Kate found the seat inside was a bench seat and she wondered if she should sit on the clean leather, for she was coated on her private with her own juice and with male jism, more dripping out as she walked and moved.  Yet, with Melinda urging in from behind, Kate was forced to sit and she did her best to tuck her cloak under herself to keep her bottom off of JohnÕs fine leather seat.  John seemed not to mind the possibility of her staining it.
	With John and Melinda settled on either side of her within the warm car, Kate was driven off.  Melinda, whoÕd been so considerate of her walking out of the house, now inquired between KateÕs legs with her nearest hand.  She tugged absently at KateÕs pubic hair and lightly stroked KateÕs lovelips.
	ÒDonÕt close yourself,Ó Melinda told Kate when the girl tried to press her thighs together.  Kate opened her legs.  Melinda gave KateÕs sex a pinch to remind her of the command.  Kate winced but said nothing.  The woman explored her lovelips as if she were a turkey being felt before being stuffed.
	They drove from the city out into the country.  Trees enshrouded their car on both sides.  Kate glanced at JohnÕs crotch and saw he had a distinct swelling there.  She looked back at the approaching, enclosing trees.  They surrounded the car as John raced it down a vacant country lane.  He seemed an excellent driver.  Kate wondered if, nonetheless, she needed a seatbelt.  She didnÕt want to have a mistake on his part send her pitching out through the front window.
	Melinda, sensing the need for a binding of a different sort, drew a black blinfold out of the glove compartment.  Kate saw it and gasped.  She liked their company, the mysteriousness of it, but she wasnÕt sure she really wanted to play sexual games with them.  She felt tired from her copulating in the game room.
	ÒYou mustnÕt see where youÕre going,Ó Melinda said to Kate.  Kate watched fearfully as the woman, taller and stronger than herself, placed the blindfold quickly over KateÕs eyes.  Kate lifted her hands and emitted a whimper of protest but she was blinded before she could do anything about it.
	ÒPut your arms behind you, dear.  YouÕll have little need for them where weÕre going.  IÕll spoon feed you when you need nourishment, and IÕll wash you, and even wipe you after your potty,Ó Melinda whispered in KateÕs ear.  As she did so she sezied both of KateÕs wrists quite firmly.  She drew the girlÕs hands roughly behind KateÕs back.  Kate mewled in protest as she felt her arms wrenched back behind herself.  She had not put her arms through the sleeves of her cloak, preferring to let it drape her.  Now she wished sheÕd been more attentive to the cloak, for inside it she was just a bare body, her arms next to her, and Melinda had little trouble yanking KateÕs arms behind herself.  Melinda got both KateÕs wrists in a single hand, MelindaÕs hand, which held them like a vise.  The womanÕs fingers were slender and elegant but she had a grip of steel.  Kate heard a jangling of handcuffs.  She guessed theyÕd been taken from the glove compartment, same as the blindfold.  She howled as she felt Melinda pin them to her wrists.  Yet, in the end, Kate realized, she had not struggled nearly as much as she might have.  SheÕd even waited a moment, patiently, as Melinda let go of her wrists, in an inexpert moment, and worked to get the cuffs properly on her.
	ÒSit up,Ó Melinda said to Kate.  The blonde had been forced to bend forward as Melinda cuffed her.  Kate straightened herself.  She felt the cape draping her uselessly, leaving her bosoms sticking out quite nakedly in front of her.  Now she had no way to draw the cape closed over her front.  
	Melinda pinched oneÕs of KateÕs nipples.  Kate winced and let out a little cry.  Both her teats offered their tips at full extension.  Kate felt terribly excited and had a sudden desire to pee on the seat of JohnÕs car.  She pressed her thighs together.  Melinda slapped them and made her separate them again.  Kate wriggled her ass and bit her lip.  
	ÒYou are just bosoms now,Ó Melinda told Kate.  ÒAnd a cunt.Ó  She stroked KateÕs offered nipples and then pinched the other one to make it hurt like the first.  Kate howled, softly, afraid she might disturb John.  She felt MelindaÕs hand stroke her belly and then delve again between her open legs.  
	Melinda laughed.  ÒHow you squirm!  Do you have to pee again?Ó Melinda asked Kate.  ÒWeÕll be there soon.  DonÕt make John stop to let you go in the woods!  ItÕs too chilly outside for that.Ó
	Kate nodded.  Despite the blindfold, despite the handcuffs, despite MelindaÕs intrusive, pinching fingers, she nodded obediently.  
	ÒHere, IÕll hold your sex for you,Ó Melinda told Kate.  ÒIÕll squeeze my hand against your little muffin just like you used to do when you were a girl.  DonÕt pee on my hand.  WeÕll be there soon, dear one!Ó
	Kate twisted her head about.  She felt MelindaÕs hand cup her muff and palpate itself against her slit.  She wanted to pee, yet she tightened her belly and hoped to save herself til they got to JohnÕs.  She looked over at him but, concealed in her blindfold, she saw nothing.        

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