Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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PUSSY VALLEY
Chapter One
Judy had worked all week at her paralegal job and now she was ready for something quite different. She tried reassuring herself that it wouldnÕt be as different as she suspected it might be. Her boyfriend had suggested it. He was 30, she was barely 19, fresh out of paralegal school. Judy had graduated from high school at 17. She hadnÕt done this because she was extremely bright, but simply because sheÕd been born late in the year. SheÕd started first grade at 5 instead of 6. She had always been the smallest in her grade as a result. SheÕd been the last to grow breasts (though they grew quite large when they did come in, as if to get revenge on the other girls.) And sheÕd been the last to catch the boysÕ eyes.
During her school days Judy had always been, in the eyes of some in her class, rather childish. She was a year behind where they were in their development. SheÕd been the last to give up crayons. SheÕd been the last to go on real dates. She was still playing with Barbi and Ken when her friends were already making out at the drive-in. The fact that sheÕd been the oldest in her family hadnÕt helped either. Her younger sister, five years her junior, kept her parents thinking of her as a kid even when she was a teen.
Graduating at 17, Judy had decided sheÕd had enough of school. She was tired of playing catch-up to her classmates. She was sick of having to rely on her parents for everything. So Judy decided to spring ahead of the rest of her class, and dump her parents, by starting real work in the real world. She went to paralegal school while her ex-classmates were ensconced in college classes on Intro to Art, Anthropology, and Black Studies. At home, her little sister was still fighting with her mother about how short her skirts could be.
Now after a whole month of work Judy was tiring of a real job as a real paralegal. The schoolÕs glossy catalog had promised a glowing career helping high-powered attorneys. It had failed to mention that however fashionably she dressed and however high-powered the men she met, most of the day was spent in drudge-work typing briefs. The three women attorneys in the office hadnÕt been mentioned in the school brochure or, if they had been, Judy had somehow failed to overlook them as a possibility. While the men might be cajoled or flattered, the women attorneys were entirely beyond persuasion. In their opinion, if Judy were worth anything, she would have attended college like they had, and then law school. If she were nothing but a high school graduate then she was most certainly stupider than they were. Worse, she was young and pretty, which they listed down as a demerit in their ÔfeminizedÕ minds. So they saw her as a thing to be put to work typing and nothing more; typing, filing, and more typing and filing, until her head was ready to spin.
Judy had persevered, however, and after two short weeks of efficient labor sheÕd been given a secretary. Unfortunately the girl was younger than she herself was. She was still in high school. She still thought it was cool to pop her gum loudly. She still thought it was cool to play games on the office computer instead of doing her work. Judy had to break her in to the ways of the office. Every day about the time she had the girl properly trained, her day would end, for the girl was only a part-timer. Then sheÕd show up the next day and Judy would have to start all over again with her. The combination of directing a subordinate and responding to superiors, all of it high-powered and hurry, hurry, all in a top-drawer law office, had worn Judy completely out by the end of the month.
Her boyfriend suggested a break. Judy got permission from one of the male attorneys. It would be for a whole week, and JudyÕs boyfriend had whispered to her what it would entail. He was a football player, newly retired, just starting a second career in advertising. He had met some new friends and they shared with him a secret they had. In a house, on Bourbon Street, there was a place where males and females could let down their hair. Judy could look forward to a week entirely different from her world of work. Instead of constantly having to type and dictate and file and remember things, she would only have to concentrate on her body. Instead of worrying each morning about what to wear, she would be given all that she needed, and it would not be much. Hurried snack breaks and short lunch breaks would be a thing of the past. She would be fed by others. Their interest would be her, and they would feed her like one does a pet, to make it happy, and healthy.
ÒWhere is this place?Ó Judy asked her boyfriend as he drove her to the destination Friday evening. SheÕd had an early bath and a light, quick dinner in her apartment. Her boyfriend had advised against them eating a heavy meal. He said it excited him to have her there with him, that heÕd only been there once before, and then in a status somewhat lower than he would have now, upon returning.
ÒI told you, Bourbon Street,Ó JudyÕs boyfriend replied. He had dark hair in contrast to JudyÕs blonde. HeÕd been a year behind in his school days, getting himself suspended and expelled so many times for bad behavior that theyÕd finally held him back to punish him. It hadnÕt helped. HeÕd been even larger as a result, compared to the other children in his new grade, and even more of a Ôholy terrorÕ (as one teacher called him) than before. In contrast to JudyÕs slender frame and childish face he was heavy-set and brutish looking. But Judy hadnÕt met him until he had already finished with football, the year before. The man sheÕd met, despite numerous wild stories about his past, was an up and coming executive. He was deliberately softening his behavior and his attitude toward life. He wanted to make a new image for himself. HeÕd read Donald TrumpÕs Art of the Deal. He was learning to play golf. He had even ordered Japanese Language tapes and was trying to learn the art of the Japanese Tea Ceremony, for he believed the future of capitalism lay in Asia. (Though, he admitted, it might be Chinese Capitalism, not Japanese.)
ÒWell, I donÕt know where Bourbon Street is,Ó Judy said to her boyfriend. She put a finger in her blonde hair and gave it an absent twirl, coiling a strand of hair around it.
ÒItÕs in Pussy Valley,Ó her boyfriend answered. He laughed. It was a gruff, knowing laugh. ÒAt least thatÕs what we used to call the San Fernando Valley when I played for the Raiders. WeÕd, you know, cruise up the valley and get us some valley girls when we had a day off. So thatÕs where IÕm taking you.Ó He looked at her. ÒI suppose a girl from Connecticut doesnÕt know about pussies in the valley.Ó
ÒNo, IÕd never heard of it,Ó Judy answered. ÒIÕve been busy with school and work. I havenÕt had time for girl-hungry football players.Ó
ÒExcept me,Ó Greg answered.
ÒExcept you,Ó Judy admitted. They watched the palm trees glide by as GregÕs car sailed up the freeway. Just the tops of the trees could be seen, intermingled with the rooves of homes stretching away in all directions from the elevated freeway. The smog seemed to be thickening but in fact the radio reported that the area was in for a spot of bad weather. The lowering clouds promised an unanticipated rainfall. Silently Judy berated herself for picking a week to vacation when rain might keep her indoors. Then she remembered her boyfriendÕs whispers about the place they were going to, how others would loom large in her life. They would take care of her and feed her and, in return, she would be immersed in a totally different world.
Judy glanced at her boyfriend and slipped her finger from the coil of hair wrapped around it. She placed her hands in her lap. Brushing her hands across her skirt, she tugged at its hem. It was awfully short. Her boyfriend had bought it for her and insisted she wear it. The skirt was made of leather. With it she wore a white blouse and a small leather vest that had no buttons on its front to close it with. Two decorative buttons were sewn into it in back, however. The blouse was almost transparent and, at her boyfriendÕs insistence, Judy wore no bra underneath. He had demanded that she skip wearing panties, too, but sheÕd put on a pair anyway. If heÕd noticed she had a pair on he hadnÕt scolded her for it. She wore long black stockings with her skirt. Her boyfriend had purchased them for her and insisted she wear them. Judy had walked around in her apartment for a little while, alone, wearing just the stockings with no panties, as her boyfriend desired, and felt the odd sensuality of exposing her sex while keeping her legs sheathed in nylon. In addition to the stockings she wore new shoes. They had absurdly high heels, 5 inches. Finally she wore jewelry of her choosing, paid for by her boyfriend a week ago at a jewellerÕs. HeÕd bought her two of everything she needed, claiming she might lose the first pairs while visiting Bourbon Street. Two gleaming pearl earrings, a pearl necklace, three gold bangles, all worn on one wrist, and a small anklet made of a tiny sliver chain that had a heart ornament dangling from it. Expensive jewelry, to be sure, yet her boyfriend had not wished to see her wearing a bra. Judy felt strange wearing clothes that her boyfriend had bought, right down to her earrings. She wished heÕd skipped one of the bangles and let her have a bra instead. Worse, she didnÕt have her purse with her. Usually she carried a compact, and pills, and tampons and lipstick and a brush for her hair, but heÕd made her leave all these at her apartment. How could she survive for a week without even the most basic female necessitites, sheÕd asked him? HeÕd replied that heÕd seen to her clothes and heÕd see to those as well, or the females where they were going would.
ÒTurn around. I donÕt want to go,Ó Judy said to her boyfriend abruptly. It had begun to rain, lightly, the drops hitting the windshield. Her boyfriend looked at her and gave her a sardonic smile. Judy knew he controlled the automatic locks to his Porsche. There was no way she could unlock the door on her side, without his permission.
ÒCold feet are to be expected sometimes,Ó JudyÕs boyfriend replied. He returned his eyes to the road.
ÒNo, really!Ó Judy said. But she realized there was no way she could overpower him. He was over six feet and she barely cleared 5Õ7Ó. He had the frame of a weightlifter and she had the frame, except for her breasts, of the waif in Les Miserables. She couldnÕt roll down the car window without his permission and she couldnÕt open the door. Of course theyÕd ridden in his car before, but they hadnÕt been going to Bourbon Street, in Pussy Valley.
Judy glared at her boyfriend and settled back into the bucket seat. He was quite her master now, and she would have to do whatever he wished. She tugged again at her skirt and resented how it crossed over the tops of her thighs.
ÒWill we be walking far when we get out?Ó Judy asked her boyfriend.
ÒNot far,Ó he replied with a smile. ÒAnyway I would protect you from the rain in any event. You wonÕt get wet.Ó
When JudyÕs boyfriend parked in front of a modest two story home on a street that proved, indeed, to be named Bourbon Street she found herself left alone in the car while he came around to her side to let her out. The rain was still coming down, a bit harder than before. Gallantly her boyfriend took off his sport coat and, opening the car door for Judy, he helped her out. He held his coat carefully over her head so that no rain fell upon her.
ÒYouÕre wearing panties,Ó he said to her gruffly. It had been impossible for her to hide herself from him as she got out of the low-slung car in her very short skirt. Judy tugged on her skirt in behind and in front. A passerby crossed in front of them, a Mexican, wearing a big floppy hat that dripped with rain and dirty blue jeans. Politely he tipped his hat to the couple. Judy reached up to her chest and pulled the halves of her vest close together. She wondered if heÕd been able to see her pink nipples looming through the near-transparency of her blouse.
ÒIÕm sorry. I couldnÕt help it,Ó Judy said. Greg ringed her with his arm while keeping his coat punctiliously over her head. The drops of rain were wetting his hair but she was warm and dry under his coat.
ÒYou will be taken to task for that inside,Ó Greg said to her ominously. There was a 6 foot concrete wall between the home and the sidewalk and Greg pushed open a gate that led through the wall and onto the property.
ÒWho should know or care if IÕm wearing any panties or not?Ó Judy replied. There was anxiety in her voice but he guided her along as if he was a personal bodyguard to the Queen, protecting her from all comers, yet she could feel his arm tight around her and although it kept her safe it also kept her from escaping. She heard the iron gate clang shut behind them and it sounded rather like something in a prison movie. She tried turning her head to look back at it but Greg was so large beside her that he kept her turned forward. He led her across a small yard partly covered in grass and partly in dirt. A mini-orchard of three flowering cherry trees bloomed to her left but otherwise the yard was bare, the grass being greenest under the trees, where a sprinkler sat idle. The home itself looked to be made of whitewashed adobe. It had a wooden porch that needed paint and that creaked under their feet when Greg led Judy up onto it.
Two windows beckoned on either side of the front door of the house. Their curtains were drawn, however, and they looked as if they were drawn in the day too, not just in the evening. Judy thought she saw dust on the windows, and perhaps on the heavy drapes hanging inside the glass. The front door had been painted white, like the porch, but the paint was flaking from it. However a new handle gleamed upon it, with a sturdy lock built into the door above the handle.
Greg knocked on the door. His hands were big and his knuckles rapped the door hard but it responded with only a dull thud. It was thick. He knocked again, harder, and a slightly louder sound echoed from the door in response.
After what appeared to be a deliberate period of waiting, as if the house itself was judging whether to admit them or not, the front door finally opened. A woman appeared. Her face looked flushed and her cheeks were rouged. She wore bright red lipstick. Her eyes, though large, were heavily mascaraed. Instead of a dress, as Judy expected, she wore a cape. It draped over her shoulders, which were small, and her breasts, which were large. It was held in place by a slim silver chain that crossed over her throat. As the woman invited Judy into the house, her boyfriend pushing her, to get themselves off the rain-exposed porch, Judy saw that the woman wore a corset beneath the cape. But her bosoms, though big and heavy and well-developed, were left free under the cape.
The woman wore her hair in an elaborate chignon. It was blonde. When she touched a hand to her hair, more in nervousness at greeting the guests than for any other reason, her cape fell back from her right bosom. Judy saw that her nipple had been carefully painted with rougue, like her cheeks. She imagined that the womanÕs other nipple bore the same attentive blush of color. Far from hiding her toplessness, the woman was emphasizing it, though in deference to the new guests she drew her cape back over her bosom when she realized it had been exposed.
ÒHi, my nameÕs Sherry,Ó the blonde said. She smiled and took JudyÕs hand and shook it rather awkwardly, as if uncertain how to greet her. Then, less ambivalently, she turned and devoted a full, warm gaze to Greg. ÒHi, Greg,Ó she said. ÒI didnÕt get to meet you before but IÕve heard a lot about you.Ó She seemed to wish to press herself against him and she stood quite close to him, though with her hands at her sides, back straight and face upturned, as if waiting for him to sweep her up into his arms. Her cape fell open, for she was thrusting her chest out, perhaps instinctively; yet if she was unaware of how she offered her breasts to him she did not, when her nipples became exposed, try to close her cape again.
Judy felt the halves of her vest separate, showing her own breasts, and for the first time of the evening she didnÕt try to pull them together again. She let her nipples press into her blouse and she showed no unease when they grew pointed tips. Two men walked into the room. They were dressed, here in the inner city, in a part of the Valley that wasnÕt the priciest, in jodhpurs and long knee-length boots. Though the nearest field for riding horses must be miles away, they both wore riding caps and held riding crops in their hands.
ÒYou need to get dressed for the fun,Ó a man said to Greg. The other man eyed Judy. She would have closed her vest with an anxious movement of her hands, but she felt jealous at the woman who stood so alluringly before her boyfriend and so she let her bosoms with their pink-tipped nipples be seen through her blouse by the strangers.
A second woman appeared. She was dressed like the first, but she had long brown hair decoratively piled atop her head and she seemed not to mind as her cape flew back behind her as she walked quickly across the room. Her bare, bouncing bosoms were exposed and she wore an elaborately tied-up corset beneath them. Its laces criss-crossed her belly, leaving a space between the halves of her corset, where the laces were, and Judy could see the womanÕs dimpled navel amidst the imprisoning laces. Below, more alarmingly, she could see the womanÕs bush. She was bare-legged, except for heels, and her white legs looked like twin columns of slender, fragile marble as she advanced to Judy. She was older than Sherry and projected an air of confidence. Yet there were fresh red marks on the front of her thighs where someone had apparently, very ungraciously, hit her three times on each of her legs with something hard.
ÒOh, you girls always overdress for the occasion,Ó the woman said frankly to Judy. She was at least two inches taller than the girl and Judy looked up at her with her deep blue eyes. Judy reached to pull her vest closed over her breasts but the woman, very lightly but firmly, caught hold of each of her wrists and kept them from finding her vest. ÒCome,Ó she said simply, turning away, and tugging Judy along with her. The woman looked at Sherry. ÒDid you put your panties back on just to answer the door?Ó she scolded the girl. The blonde flushed. Judy saw that Sherry wore small black panties. They stretched across her pubis, barely covering it. They narrowed to a single ribbon-like drawstring on both her hips. The drawstrings were tied off into twin bows. The bows looked hastily tied and Judy saw that the panties hung loosely on the girlÕs hips. She found herself worrying that the panties might come undone and slip down her legs. If they did, they stood a good chance of being caught on the tops of very long black boots that stretched all the way up to the tops of SherryÕs thighs. The boots were brightly polished. They were made of leather. Judy wondered if, beneath the boots, SherryÕs thighs were marked in the same way that the womanÕs were.
ÒYou drove?Ó one of the men in riding clothes asked Greg.
ÒYeah,Ó Greg answered. He seemed slightly overwhelmed by the presense of the two females, especially the one that stood so willingly and closely to him.
ÒIÕll send the boy out to take it downtown to the office,Ó the man said to Greg. ÒYou can have him retrieve it when itÕs time to go. This isnÕt the best area for crime. We wouldnÕt want to have to call the police.Ó
Greg shrugged. ÒIÕm sure I could break anybodyÕs ass who I saw trying to get into my car,Ó he said.
ÒYou wonÕt be spending a lot of time looking out the window,Ó the man grinned in response. ÒLet the boy take it.Ó
Greg shrugged again. He let his hands wander to the waist of the blonde who stood in front of him, inside her cape. ÒOkay,Ó he answered.
Before Judy could even bid her boyfriend goodbye, she was whisked from the room by the auburn-haired woman. To her relief, as she tried to collect her thoughts, she heard footsteps behind her and saw that Sherry was following. They went down a dimly lit hall, apparently with walls made of adobe. Its whitewashed surfaces were illuminated by sparely placed oil-lit lamps on the wall that gave off a soft glow. Under their feet the floor was made of hard, polished wood, though there had been a deep-pile carpet on the floor in the room where theyÕd entered the house.
ÒMy name is Ellen,Ó the auburn-haired woman said matter-of-factly to Judy. She turned the girl and pushed her into a room that bordered the hall. The room had a bed in it, but was otherwise spartan. It had a nightstand, next to the bed. Bottles of oil and jars of cream, one labelled ÒKY,Ó lay amidst a large pile of foil-wrapped condoms. At the foot of the bed sat a chair. Near the chair, in a corner of the room, was a large dressing mirror, with three sides to it, opened up and angled in toward the bed, where they might catch and reflect back anything that happened upon the bed. The bed itself was high off the floor. Judy spotted a small set of steps next to the bed, and realized sheÕd have to mount them if she were to climb up into the bed. The bed had an iron headboard and footboard. Dangling above the bed, as if left as an afterthought by something that had been detached, was a chain. It was made of iron. A pair of iron manacles lay open like alligatorÕs jaws at its bedward end. Its other end was bolted into the wall. The walls of the bedroom were smooth, whitewashed, and appeared to be made of adobe, like the walls in the hall.
ÒThis building used to be the county jail, but weÕve added a little comfort to it,Ó Ellen smiled at Judy. The blonde was wide-eyed, absorbing it all with trembling breaths. Behind her stood Sherry. The girl was fiddling with the loose drawstrings of her panties, trying to tighten them by pulling on the bows.
ÒWeÕve got to get you ready. The men will want to see you in no more than an hour,Ó Ellen said to Judy. She reached within the girlÕs open vest and began undoing the buttons of her blouse.
ÒWhat?Ó Judy protested. But EllenÕs hands worked quickly, and Judy found herself standing like a small child before a teacher, a very thorough and confident teacher, as her blouse was opened and pulled from the waist of her skirt.
In back Judy felt Sherry lean in to her and unzip her miniskirt.
ÒOh, she has panties on!Ó Sherry said.
ÒI read your orders. Your boyfriend wished you to skip the panties,Ó Ellen said to Judy. The blonde gulped. ÒTake them down,Ó Ellen said, leaning around JudyÕs small frame and addressing Sherry. Judy felt small hands come to her waist and pull down on the panties. They were expensive, from France, but they were not allowed and Judy felt the cool air of the room touch her bottomcheeks as they descended. Judy wriggled her legs, trying to resist, but Sherry got the panties down past her scissoring knees and to her anklestraps on her shoes. Then, insisting that Judy lift her feet, one at a time, the girl removed the panties from JudyÕs feet.
ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Ellen said to Judy. She cupped the blondeÕs nest of pubic hair. ÒYouÕre wet,Ó she said, feeling with her fingers between the blondeÕs legs, pressing them up into her snatch. Sherry offered JudyÕs panties to her, dangling from a finger, and Ellen took them. ÒYouÕll come to regret these,Ó Ellen said to Judy. She held the panties up, displaying them to the girl. They were small and frilly and quite beautiful, but JudyÕs boyfriend had prohibited panties.
ÒHe already knows,Ó Judy replied glumly, but with just a touch of pride. ÒHe saw when I got out of his car.Ó
ÒAh, yes. The skirt. You could hardly hide them, could you?Ó Ellen mused. She glanced down at the discarded miniskirt which lay on the floor. She dropped the panties onto it. She looked Judy in the face. ÒThat was daring of you to wear panties when you knew you werenÕt supposed to. I like that. You show promise. Come, we must do your makeup.Ó
ÒIÕve already done my makeup,Ó Judy protested. But Ellen took her by her wrist and drew her into the bathroom which adjoined the bedroom. It was a prisonerÕs toilet, a small cubicle with a flushable hole in the floor that one could squat over to relieve oneself. In addition to that there was, as a new addition, a roll of soft toilet paper attached next to the squat hole. And next to the roll of toilet paper, dispensed from two separate wall-mounted boxes, were tampons and tampaxes, depending on the womanÕs preference. Upon the far wall, across from the squat hole, was another new item, a small two-handled sink, with a shelf and mirror above it. Electric vanity lights surrounded the mirror to make it easy to see oneself. In a cabinet placed on the wall next to the mirror were tubes of lipstick, eyeliner, brushes, all in a variety of shades and sizes, plus fresh soap and powder and rougue. In one corner of the small cubicle a round metal plate was installed in the ceiling. It had holes in it and there was a cord in the wall which, if pulled on, dispensed water. It was a makeshift shower, and since there was no room for it a drain was cut under it, in the floor, so that when the water had cascaded down into the cubicle-sized bathroom it could run down the drain. There was a slight drainward slant to the floor of the room to encourage the water to find the drain.
ÒYou have bathed?Ó Ellen asked Judy. Judy nodded.
ÒGood, then we can skip your bath for now,Ó Ellen said. ÒYouÕll need one later, when the men are finished with you. LetÕs get right to work on your makeup. IÕm sure theyÕre eager to see you.Ó
There was a wooden stool in the room, in front of the sink. Judy was about to sit down on it, bare-bottomed, when Ellen told Sherry to get a pillow from the bed.
ÒShe must have something nice and soft to sit her bottom on, so as not to mark it,Ó Ellen smiled at Sherry. Judy felt thankful that they were so attentive to her heinie. SheÕd been worried that it might be laid bare for some sinister purpose.
ÒThanks,Ó Judy said, when Sherry had plopped a big pillow down on the stool for her. Carefully she seated herself on it. She felt it cushion her and it felt so big it was like riding on a boat at sea.
ÒToo bad you canÕt tie that underneath you,Ó Ellen smirked. She began enlarging the girlÕs already large eyes with mascara. ÒSit still,Ó she warned, as Judy wobbled on the big pillow.
ÒWhat will I... do for the men?Ó Judy asked in a high-pitched voice. With the stool and the pillow under her she was high enough off the ground that she could only touch the floor with her tip-toes.
ÒShhhh, no talking,Ó Ellen said to the girl. ÒWe must make you look your prettiest.Ó
Judy consoled herself to sitting quietly, letting the women work on her. They painted her lips and her cheeks and her nipples. They powdered the hair of her pussy. They made her stand and bent her over and they spread the cheeks of her bottom. They painted the crinkled lips of her anus just as theyÕd done to her teats and mouth and cheeks. Finally, sitting her down again, they piled her hair atop her head in a coiffure. When they were finished Judy looked at herself in the vanity mirror. She looked like a girl about to go to a royal ball. But when she asked for clothes, they gave her only a cape, like they wore.
ÒI wish we could do the corset but there simply isnÕt time,Ó Ellen said. Sherry nodded.
ÒWeÕll get in trouble if sheÕs late,Ó she agreed.
ÒDo you have to pee?Ó Ellen asked Judy. Earlier sheÕd asked, to JudyÕs amazement, if she had to go to the bathroom, especially number two, but Judy had simply shaken her head Ôno.Õ Now she admitted that she had to make water.
ÒSquat down over the hole, then,Ó Ellen said. The two women held up JudyÕs cape while the girl bent down and relieved herself in the hole. Then Ellen insisted on wiping her snatch herself, to make sure it was done with the utmost care. ÒIÕll get blamed if you arenÕt perfect,Ó Ellen explained.
Dressed in her cape, wearing only her jewelry and heels besides that, Judy was taken back down the hall. Now, upon entering the room where sheÕd first come into the home, she found the two men in jodhpurs and boots lounged in chairs. Between them, dressed now as they were, was her lover. The men looked like young dandies awaiting mounts. Ellen and Sherry delivered Judy into their care. Then, Ellen moved to one side of the room, where someone had placed a duffel bag on a table. She unzipped it. To JudyÕs heartbeating surprise, she saw the handles of canes and whips protrude from the bag as it opened. Sherry, meanwhile, moved to the wet bar at the other side of the room. She began taking down bottles and glasses to pour the men drinks.
ÒAh, come forward, my dear,Ó one of the men said to Judy. The blonde flinched and stood her ground. She felt small and weak before the men. She drew her cape about her and stared back at them, unblinkingly, like a fawn caught in headlights on a rainy evening in the mountains.
ÒDo as he says,Ó Greg said gruffly to Judy. ÒOpen your cape!Ó Judy let her hands fall to her sides. The cape fell away and left her tummy and the inner curves of her breasts exposed. At a glare from her lover she shifted her arms out, lifting the cape off the tips of her breasts so that her nipples could be seen. Then she stood quietly, letting them admire her nudity. Her lover, after a pause, turned to the man beside him, the one who had not spoken. Quite audibly, so that everyone in the room could hear, all six of them, he said, ÒShe wore panties when I told her not to.Ó
ÒCheeky, eh?Ó the man who had spoken first smiled. He held a riding crop in his hands, as did Greg and the other man. They each had polished leather belts around their waists. They were big men, Greg perhaps the biggest but the other two no slouches in appearance when it came to physical strength. With their starched long-sleeved shirts, held at their wrists with cufflinks, their muscles bulged. They were big in the chest, all three of them, and their thighs were big and their arms, and between their legs Judy detected a swelling. Unlike their arms or their chests or their thighs, it grew on each of them as they observed her, until each sported a bulge in his crotch that was quite distinct. Ellen and Sherry, noticing, shared a giggle, one on one side of the room, the other on the other side. Judy blushed, seeing the excitement of the three men.
The man who had spoken beckoned her and, with reluctant steps, glancing at Greg for a reprieve and finding none, Judy walked up to him and, gracefully as she might, perched herself on her knee. She tried to tuck her cape under her bottom but he prevented it with his hand. She was forced to put her bare seat on the worsted cloth of his trousers.
ÒThis is in the way,Ó the man said, and reached up and unclasped the chain around JudyÕs throat, freeing her cape. Sherry hurried over and took the cape from the man.
Judy did not even know the name of the man on whose knee she sat, or that of the man at her rear. At least he was separated from her by the presence of her lover, but she could feel his eyes drilling into her backside as all three of them gazed at her denuded body. The man who didnÕt trouble to tell her his name lifted a hand and cupped each of her breasts. She was forced to sit quietly, biting her lip, butterflies rising within her belly. When he had assured himself of their heaviness, he drew upon them with his fingers, plucking at her nipples. He did this repeatedly until Judy, whoÕd already been tickled into stiffness by the embarrassment of coming here and of having her nipples painted, presented to him the absolutely hardest little coral-tipped nipples a man could dream of. She kept her hands pressed tightly between her thighs and she wanted to touch herself in her slit because she felt eager within the delving softness of her legs, where her spot was, just as she did at the tips of her breasts. When the manÕs hand finally left her breasts, leaving them a little sore from his repeated pulling upon them, he ran it down the smooth flatness of her belly. Instinctively Judy looked down at her waist and opened her legs and pulled out her hands. She let him peer down within her thighs at her slit. It felt moist and she knew it had newly moistened upon coming into the room. He touched a finger to her bush, prodding it. Then he pushed his finger lower, between her thighs, and Judy did not stop him. She told herself to close her legs but they would not close. They remained prettily opened to him and when she felt his finger brush her spot she knew she was undone. She gave a loud, breathy sigh. Her head flinched.
The man lifted his hand from her wet, snug little private and patted her belly. He looked over at Greg.
ÒShe is on the pill?Ó he asked Greg. Her lover shrugged.
ÒI donÕt know. She hasnÕt gotten pregnant,Ó he replied.
The man looked at Judy. ÒAre you on the pill?Ó he asked her. She wanted to deny it, to tell him Ôno.Õ But in a little voice she admitted she was.
ÒGood,Ó the man said. He patted her on her tummy again and dipped a finger into her navel. ÒYouÕll need it.Ó
ÒThere are some in her bedroom, in the bathroom cabinet,Ó Ellen said from the far corner where she was removing items from the duffel bag and laying them out on the small square wooden table. Canes, a martinet, an iron brand that looked, from JudyÕs distance, like an innocent fireplace poker lost from a fireset. Frightening things, but not all of them recognizable to her. She squirmed on the manÕs knee.
ÒDo you know why you were brought here?Ó the man asked Judy.
ÒNo,Ó Judy answered gravely.
ÒFor punishment,Ó the man answered. His tone was serious. Judy flinched. Sherry interrupted, asked the men what drinks they preferred from the bar. When they had ordered she asked Judy her preference.
ÒI...Ó Judy began. ÒPina Colada,Ó she finally decided. Her thoughts were a whirl. ÒBloody MaryÓ kept intruding into her mind but she didnÕt want to give the men any ideas.
ÒFor a long time you have wondered about a place such as this, have you not?Ó the man on whose knee Judy sat asked her. He patted her belly. He did not give her the pleasure of delving between her legs again, though she kept them open for him. He did not touch her stiff-nippled breasts that hung so freely just above his warm, calloused palm.
Judy remained quiet. She bit her lip. She looked down at herself, at her perfect breasts, at the manÕs hand on her belly. She shifted her legs, closed them slightly, then opened them again, wider. A shiver ran visibly through her.
The drinks were served. Sherry served Judy last, but before serving herself or Ellen.
Judy sipped her drink. The men talked. They talked about her at first, about her beauty, but then their conversation drifted to their jobs, and Judy found herself wishing it would return to focus on her. When they rambled into the latest sports scores she turned suddenly to the man on whose knee she sat and grabbed his tie. Perhaps to spite her boyfriend, or to get him to rescue her, or to be the center of attention again, she offered her lips to the man on whose knee she sat. Suddenly they were kissing, and she writhed on his knee, bending into him, and his hand found her spot again at last and frigged her lightly as she and he dueled and explored with their tongues.
Their mouths separated. Her earlobes were wet with his kisses and her throat. Her mouth had licked down his neck and sheÕd undone the top button of his shirt.
ÒCome,Ó the man said. He stood. He pushed Judy off his knee but only to make her stand. The minute she was on her feet he turned her, facing her into the hall. He guided her forward with sure hands on her shoulders. Despite the heaviness of her breasts her shoulders were slim and frail and his big hands captured them quite easily. As she was forced to walk ahead of him she tried to look back, over her shoulder and his gripping hand, at her boyfriend, but he prevented it, without even really trying. He was tall and she was short, standing in front of him, and there was no way she could get herself around for a look at her boyfriend, much less a final goodbye. She contemplated calling out to him as she was pushed into the dark hall, but it seemed useless. He could see her going and she knew he was as big as the man who was taking her, and could stop him if he wished, but he didnÕt wish to. As Judy entered the hall she heard Ellen, or perhaps it was Sherry, laugh, and the men laughed, and she imagined the two females had replaced the man behind her on the couch.
They returned to JudyÕs assigned room, where she had been undressed and prepared. Ushering her inside, ahead of himself, the man closed and locked the door. Judy turned to him and saw him immediately begin undressing. The door was big and sturdy behind him, her only means of escape. He was broad and tall and as he took off his shirt she saw he had a very hairy chest. He flexed his arms, his chest. Then he unbuckled his belt and drew it out from his pantsloops. He had left his riding crop in the other room.
ÒYour boyfriend has told me that he has spanked you but I am not your boyfriend and I do not intend to spank you,Ó the man said to Judy. For a moment relief flickered across her features. She was standing naked in front of him, but near the bed, where she might have some chance of running past him if he advanced. She had no idea how she would unlock the bedroom door, however. SheÕd seen him slip the key to that in the pocket of his trousers.
The man gestured at the room, at the whitewashed walls, at the bed. ÒHave you ever been in prison?Ó the man asked Judy. She shook her head Ôno,Õ that she had not. She was only 19. She had not been a bad girl. ÒThis was once a prison,Ó the man said. ÒItÕs been renovated, of course. Girls like yourself from good families must have better than a prison offers. The bed, for instance. And the vanity mirror, and the vaseline on the nightstand, to make things easier for you.Ó He gave her a smirk. ÒBut the prison walls remain, and the prison toilet, though it flushes now. And there is one other change. In prison you might be brutalized casually, uncaringly. Everyone wants to take advantage of you and no one wants to help you. Here, of course, as a well-brought up girl, you must have your meals and your regular baths and the things you enjoy, like lipstick and nail polish. Indeed, only the best girls are brought here, girls who would die without such things, and you are required to look your best always here, no matter what happens.Ó
The man doubled his belt and slapped it hard against his thigh. He moved not a muscle but Judy, simply watching, nearly jumped out of her toenails. She stood nude, trepidation written across her face. Her mouth looked worried and her eyes were huge, especially with the extra mascara on them. Her bosoms stood out from her chest like big swollen peaches with nipple-like stems that seemed to beg for plucking. She passed her hands briefly over her belly and the man looked leeringly at the bush she couldnÕt help showing him. It was blonde like her hair.
ÒYou wonÕt be punished casually, though it may seem that you are,Ó the man said to her. ÒBut you will be punished. Unlike a real prison, where the harm is real and seems stupid, this prisonÕs punishment will be measured and will leave you only with a few marks, or none at all. You will remember your visit here always and, I can assure you, you are quite the prisoner now. All the pent up feelings youÕve entertained about being captured, enslaved, they will be brought out and explored here.Ó The man grinned as he saw Judy nervously swallow.
ÒYes, I know what girls dream about,Ó he said with a sly, knowing, delighted look. ÒLet me assure you, in some ways this prison will be worse than a real one, because punishment is part of your sentence here. In real prisons you have rights and nothing is supposed to happen to you, although much does. Here you have yourself, and you have me, and you have the sentence that I am going to impose on you on a daily basis.Ó
ÒWhat-- what must I do?Ó Judy asked. Deep down she felt somehow she could still save herself. The man was almost as handsome as her boyfriend and if she hadnÕt met him she might easily have fallen for this man, although he seemed a good bit harsher than her boyfriend had ever been. In a way, burning deep down in her belly, between her thighs, where she kept feeling immodestly moist, she realized her boyfriend had given her to this man, at least for a little while, because he knew the man was harder than he was. And he was a stranger to her, he loved her erotically, but not with the overlay of shared emotions that lovers like boyfriends and girlfriends have.
The man laughed. ÒYou hope to simply service me and perhaps escape your punishment? IÕm afraid not. Get up on the bed. I can wait for my pleasure. It will be sweeter after I see you cry.Ó
ÒNooooo!Ó Judy screamed. She tried to dart around the man as he advanced but he caught her by her arm and nearly, she thought, broke it, he gripped her so hard. In fact her stance was just awkward as he seized her and when she regained her balance, almost falling onto the hard floor, she felt the harsh discomfort in her forearm ease. The man waited while she steadied herself on her 5 inch heels.
ÒNow get up on the bed,Ó the man said to her. ÒUse the steps.Ó He turned her and kicked the stairs out a little so she would be encouraged to mount them. She had no other way to get up on the big bed and, relenting finally, wary of his doubled-belt, she advanced up the steps in her heels. He watched her. JudyÕs bare bottom rolled alluringly and although she put her hands back behind herself to try to stop it she could not. When she had reached the top step, the man still peering at her heinie and into the crack which pierced it and ran tightly up the middle of it, she was forced to bend over. She kneed her way onto the bed. She felt her asscheeks open behind her and the man saw, she was certain, right into her hole. Besides that he was given an excellent view of her pussy. It lay in double-lipped snugness at the apex of her thighs and could not be hidden, even by squeezing her bottomcheeks.
ÒCrawl forward on the bed and then I want you to stand,Ó the man explained. Judy crouched in fright on the bed. How could she stand on the mattress in her heels? ÒTake them off,Ó the man said simply. ÒI give you permission. I donÕt want you breaking your ankle.Ó
Judy complied. She was grateful to be rid of her heels now, in the bed. She thought it was silly to wear high heels to bed, though she knew men liked seeing girls dressed that way. She unstrapped her spiked heels and tossed them over the side of the bed. They clattered to the floor. Just as she was about to slide under the bedcovers the man gazed down at her, for he stood over the bed like an ogre even though it was a high bed, and he said, ÒStand up. Take hold of the chain.Ó
Judy wanted to cry. Nervously she bit her lip but, looking up at the man, at the sternness in his eyes and his grim mouth, she finally relented and stood. He offered her a hand. She took it. She got up feeling like some private pet, some creature about to be put on display. And indeed as she, at his insistence, turned and faced the wall and reached up and grabbed hold of the chain that hung down, the door opened.
ÒOh! They are playing,Ó Ellen said. She and Sherry peeked in. Ellen pushed a cane through the opened door and dropped it onto the floor. ÒHere, you might need this,Ó she smiled at the two of them, the man and Judy. The blonde stood on the bed with her hands aloft and her feet planted firmly, her legs apart, though no one had yet explained to her the regulation stance for a caning. She gazed back over her frail shoulder at them. Her bottom was thrust back, though only by accident, for she had trouble keeping herself absolutely straight standing on the bed, with her toes so close to the headboard and the bow in the mattress behind her. It was a well-used mattress, bowing a little toward the center as a result of the many lovers who had slept upon it.
ÒMay we watch?Ó Sherry asked. Her eyes were bright. Judy sensed mischief, a delight in seeing someone else put through her paces. She wedged herself in the door, despite EllenÕs reluctance. At last the woman followed. In came the two men behind them, including JudyÕs lover. They both were nude from the waist down, though they retained their shirts. They had erections as big as logs and Ellen took hold of JudyÕs lover by his penis and led him into the room much as one might lead a horse by a long pair of reins. Sherry grasped the other manÕs cock once she was in the room. Gently she rubbed it, enough to keep him brimming but still lightly enough that she might prevent his coming too soon. This man not only carried a tight sac of sperm between his legs, like JudyÕs lover did. He also carried the duffel bag. It remained unzipped but implements of flagellation could be seen protruding from it.
ÒClose the door,Ó Ellen said to Sherry. ÒThere are others here, not just us. I donÕt wish them to just be able to walk by and see.Ó
Sherry let go of the man she was frigging and went to the door and closed it. The man sheÕd been frigging handed her a key from his pocket. Ellen remained beside JudyÕs lover, pleasuring his penis with her hands. Her small palms were sticky. Greg was leaking pre-cum.
Just as Sherry was about to lock the door, there was a knock. Two more females entered. Both were dressed in sexy tube dresses. They looked like they had just arrived at the house. They gazed first at Ellen, then at Greg, then back at Ellen again. Judy, still standing, holding the chain, watched with alarm as they put their hands gleefully to the bare backside of her lover. One of them impertinently pinched his ass. Greg let out a startled cry.
Judy was about to leap down from the bed. The women were both as beautiful as she and they were almost as young. They gazed at her lover with possessive eyes. Pleadingly, they got him to turn around and face them. They gazed at his huge naked manhood with ravished eyes. Judy had just let go of the chain above her head when the man whose name she didnÕt know, but who now controlled her every movement, seized her wrists. Dropping his belt he lifted JudyÕs arms above her head and, with a quick, practised motion, he locked her hands into the open-jawed manacles.
Looking back, looking up, looking back again at her lover, Judy saw that she was thoroughly trapped inside the manacles. Their jaws were snugly closed now, around her wrists, and they must have been made for a slender young female like herself for she couldnÕt escape them, despite how slim and small her wrists were. They were helpfully padded on the inside but, otherwise, they were as ruthless as anything she might have been bound into in a real prison. ÒNo!Ó Judy shouted. She watched as the two women, still dressed in street clothes, persuaded her lover from the room with soft, loving, adoring caresses of his cock.
ÒIt is better if youÕre not here,Ó Ellen agreed, patting Greg on his ass. Judy thought that once he tried to look back at her, but it was only once, and in a moment the door was closed and he was gone and she could only hear delighted female screams in the hall. Sherry, still holding the key, locked the door.
ÒWe will need a gag,Ó the man who now controlled Judy said. ÒI donÕt want her screaming for help or bloodying her lip or her tongue by biting on it.Ó He took a gag from the nightstand beside the bed, where it lay hidden in a small drawer, and he wrapped it around JudyÕs lips. He made her open her mouth to the gag and he wedged it between her teeth so that it lay across the corners of her wide-open lips. The gag was made of soft canvas. He pulled it so tightly and wedged it so deeply that it forced JudyÕs tongue back into the recesses of her mouth.
For a moment Judy thought she was going to strangle herself on the gag. The man knotted it behind her head. Then, pausing to help her, he lifted her chin and made her practise breathing through her nose. Only when he was satisfied that she could get sufficient air through her nostrils did he return to his work. He reached down, took hold of her ankles. As Judy heaved her breasts, practising her breathing, the man placed her feet in a wider stance. ÒGet me a spreader bar,Ó he called to Ellen. ÒI donÕt want this young filly kicking me.Ó
Judy lifted first one foot, then the other, hoping somehow to escape, but the man kept his hands planted firmly on her feet and only seemed to allow her to move so he could look up between her tensing and untensing bottomcheeks. When Judy realized she was only pleasing him with her struggles, she stopped, standing stock still again. She concentrated once more on her breathing. Each indrawn breath lifted her bosoms, each exhalation let them down. Her breasts quavered like ripe fruit. Her nipples were stiff stems waiting to be pinched and plucked by some gardenerÕs fingers.
Ellen brought the spreader bar. It had been hidden in the duffel bag and sheÕd had trouble getting it to telescope out to the proper length for JudyÕs widespread legs. She and Sherry, pulling on it (Sherry letting go for the moment her loverÕs penis) finally got it to extend to its full length. Ellen brought it to the man who controlled Judy. He took it. With easy, quick hands, like a father tying his daughterÕs shoes for school, he placed it around JudyÕs ankles and locked it.
The man stepped back. Ellen and Sherry returned to the other stranger, whose name was as unknown to Judy as the man beside her. Together they pleasured his cock, waiting for the caning of JudyÕs bottom to bring him to fulfillment.
The man beside Judy had chosen a stiff but flexible prison cane for her first punishment. With the same easy grace that his hands had displayed in shackling her, he now flexed the cane much as a man might flex his cock. He watched its snakelike length tense and move rigidly under his grasp. Judy, gazing from the bed, watched too.
The man slapped the wall in front of Judy with his palm. ÒThat wall is hard,Ó he told her. ÒThe bed is soft but youÕre standing on it, so itÕs no help to you. YouÕre soft but the wall will feel hard against your face and the cane will feel quite hard against your ass, however much I might make it bend in my hands now as IÕm holding it.Ó He bent the cane for good effect, making her watch as he strained to bend it almost double. When he released one end, it whirred away, making her flinch as it snapped back into position. ÒI donÕt do plastic surgery,Ó he told her. ÒAnd IÕm not a dentist. I sell cars.Ó He grinned. ÒLots of them. But not enough to pay for your pretty face. So keep back from the wall. IÕve whipped children before, ten and 12-year-old girls, and I had to tie them downstairs to a padded post, to protect their faces and their little bodies. But someone else is using the post tonight, and IÕm not about to keep you waiting, or myself.Ó He saw JudyÕs eyes dart to the bulge in his crotch.
ÒYouÕre a big girl,Ó he continued. ÒSure, youÕre new, but youÕre 19. Stay back from the wall and donÕt go slamming your face into it. IÕm going to give you the cane slowly, one stroke at a time. YouÕre to present your bottom for it and I wonÕt hit you until youÕre ready. By the time you leave this place youÕll have learned to ask for each stroke, and youÕll know how to take a caning without biting off your tongue or screaming so loudly the others hear, or even the people passing by on the street. But I wonÕt force you to that level tonight. However,Ó he paused. He gazed with loving admiration at her pert teenaged bottom. ÒI do intend to take advantage of you another way.Ó Instinctively Judy flexed her hind cheeks. She wondered if he knew. He sensed it, she gathered, her little secret that sheÕd hoped only her boyfriend shared with her.
ÒHow long have you known your boyfriend?Ó the man asked Judy with a sly grin. Then he realized she was gagged. ÒNo matter. He needs help, in my opinion, if he hasnÕt taken you that way by now. I intend to help him, so he can have you that way the next time you two are together.Ó
ÒNOOOOOOO!Ó Judy screamed through her gag. But the man only laughed. Behind her Ellen and Sherry laughed, and also the man they were pleasuring; slowly, so as not to make him cum until after heÕd enjoyed her torment.
ÒYes, little bitch, IÕm going to take your virgin bottom,Ó the man with the cane gloated. He watched Judy begin to struggle in her bonds, harder than she ever had before. And as she tried to break free, quite uselessly, he unzipped himself and took pleasure in her frightened hapless movements by masturbating himself.
He did not cum. He did not want to cum in his hand, but in her wriggling virgin hole. Judy kept her cheeks tightpressed but he had a means of getting them to spread and open for him. He drew back the thin, whippy cane and aimed the first stroke. He aimed for the mid-point of her seat, right where her cheeks swelled to their fullest.
ÒPresent your bottom to me,Ó the man told Judy. With her mouth gaping wide, her eyes showing fear, breathing through her nostrils, Judy tried to keep from giving him what he wanted. But he placed a hand on her tummy and drew her back until her ass was positively stuck out behind her as if it sported some waggling tail and she was a dog attached to it. But there was no tail, only her bare, satiny white bottom. ÒThatÕs good. Hold that position,Ó he said. He looked in her eyes, still with his palm on her belly. ÒDonÕt make me hold you out like that or IÕll find a way to take you off the pill, and keep you off, and youÕll be here nine months from now bearing a child for me.Ó He saw the fright well up in her already frightened eyes. ÒAh, you see? I favor you by promising to fuck your butthole. It will keep you from having a baby.Ó He patted her belly. ÒI have gotten girls pregnant before,Ó he said. ÒDonÕt think I canÕt manage it if I wish to.Ó
Then he let go of her. Yet she saw that he would soon make contact again, but with a different hand, the one that held the cane. He drew the thing back again. Judy, striving to find courage somewhere inside herself, pushed her bottom out to him, perhaps taunting him with a final defiance, showing him her ass more boldly than even he had asked. This final, butt-splitting, show of her feminine willpower sent him over the edge. Without further ado, to restore his pride or his dominance or simply to please his wicked desires, he brought the cane sharply against her ass.
ÒOHHHHHHH!Ó Judy cried within her gag. She felt tears burst from her eyes and her gag became wet on her tongue. She almost retched, she felt so frightened, and she wished she might so it might clog her nose and force the man to release her. But her tummy didnÕt rebel, in the end, and she found herself a minute later still dancing alone on the bed, unable to pick up her feet but gyrating her bare ass quite lewly and wildy. She wriggled it like a fish trying to escape the line, except the line was red and it was printed quite firmly across her bottom. When at last she stilled, snivelling but with her nostrils still clear (alas!) the man drew back his cane and brought it anew upon her.
This time it hit Judy on the underside of her bottom. She shrieked and lifted high up on her toes. The soft undercheeks of her curving bottom felt like theyÕd sat on a grate in front of a fire. She shook her ass. Her perfect coiffure began falling to pieces around her eyes. She pressed her belly to the wall and ground its softness into the hard-baked adobe. When at last sheÕd recovered herself the man grinned.
ÒTime for another,Ó he said softly. This time he hit the uppermost part of her bottom, where it curved away into the small of her back. Again Judy was sent into a spasm of crying and screaming and she found herself pressing the side of her face up against the wall, sticking her bottom out behind herself and rotating it like some bare fleshy sphere in the cool air of the room. Ellen laughed.
ÒOh, she shows it so nicely,Ó she said.
ÒYes, itÕs pretty, how she does that,Ó Sherry agreed.
ÒShe has the perfect ass for it, nice and high and round,Ó the man they pleasured with their hands agreed. They might have knelt and serviced him with their mouths but they wished to watch Judy.
ÒNow another, across the crown of your bottom, the summit,Ó the man with the cane warned Judy. It was polite of him to tell her where he would hit her on her bottom next, but she was quite oblivious to his show of manners. Her whole bare seat felt like it had been scalded, the glow spreading from the marks left on her skin to enflame her whole bottom in a wretched heat. He brought the cane in again, careful not to strike where he had before. She paid no attention to his care in striking her, protesting loudly and heaving against the wall and gyrating her naked ass in the most salacious manner, worse even than the time sheÕd jumped on a table at a Christmas party and pretended to be a stripper. Her mother had discovered her, dancing in front of three little boys in the dining room while their parents partied in the next room. SheÕd been 8, theyÕd been 9, 6, and 5. JudyÕs mother had scolded her fiercely and promised to have her father spank her. But he had been a doting father, and sheÕd gotten away with it. Now, however, her adventurous side had caught up with her. The man with the cane had no compunction about punishing her. And he promised worse to come, something her boyfriend had even relented in doing.
As the man delivered the final blows with the cane he began to grease himself. He did it while he waited for Judy to settle down after each application of the rod. She struggled less now. Her ass was sore beyond belief and she hung exhausted in her manacles after a few helpless wriggles. Between her tears, her ass protruding behind her, Judy watched.
At last the man was satisfied with his handiwork. Judy felt like a big red butterball in back. She felt like a turkey left too long in the oven, turned an unsightly color and with the skin stretched taut to the breaking point. Her face blubbered pathetically while her ass, streaked with red, looked like it might sink down into the bed like the setting sun.
The man with the cane tossed it away. He mounted the bed behind Judy. He was big and he hopped up onto the bed without using the stairs. He did not bother removing his shoes. He stood behind her. He clasped her around her waist and drew her back. Judy felt his manhood prod her dell but he lifted it and stuck it between the cheeks of her bottom instead. It was a pretty high-set ass, streaked with marks from his cane but still showing lily-white skin in a few places the cane hadnÕt found. Grinning, he wedged his flanged cockhead into her tight little hole. Some of the rouge that had been painted by Ellen on the crinkly dimple got on the head of his penis as he forced it repeatedly upon her. Finally he was able to stick his head entirely inside. Judy let out a pained shriek as she felt his cockhead, banging away aginst her tight hole, suddenly plunge in up to its flange.
The man groaned with pleasure. She felt him work his hips behind her. He was striving to retain his seed. He was wicked. He wanted himself all the way up her, not just in to the head, when he expelled his hot sperm in her bottom.
For the next hour Judy was plugged. At first she was just plugged to the tune of an inch and a half, his big head inside her gut, but as the hour wore on, despite her shrieks and protests and her moans for mercy, he worked himself deeper. In the end he got what he wanted. She found herself sinking her weight upon his loins. The fulness of her bottom pressed against his wicked belly; the lowest part of his belly, where his swimsuit or his underpants should have covered him, but nothing did. His cock split her ass and it grooved all the way up her and he delighted in feeling his manhood so thoroughly embedded in her backside. Wickedly he shafted her. Back he would pull, giving her a hoped for relief, but then heÕd stab up her again, and she screamed anew. She hung exhausted in the manacles and wriggled her hips, resting upon him. Long tongues of flame scorched her bottom and she moved it involuntarily, as she had for the past hour. Her movements combined with his brought him to his climax. At last, to JudyÕs immense relief, she felt his sperm suddenly leap deep within her, deep where only herself was supposed to be, in her feminine bowels. He had stuck his throbbing cock way up inside her, mating with her, so wickedly and incorrectly, and now the thrill of it, and her wobbling on his loins, caused him to lose himself. He gasped and Judy screamed anew, and finally she fell back against him.
The man kissed Judy. She barely moved. She was flooded in her intestines and she could only wonder, half-awake and half-delerious, if this meant sheÕd poop out white-coated shit. The man softened inside her, growing more like herself with the passing minutes, though his hard belly and loins remained pressed up against her. When he was much smaller than heÕd been going in, he removed himself.
The man left. His entertainment was done. His conquest of her was history now. Ellen stayed long enough to remove JudyÕs gag and help her lie down on the bed. Sherry stayed longer. She attended to her bare wounded bottom with salves and precious creams from the Orient. Then at last she left, and only Judy herself remained.
When daybreak came, though not to this hidden, windowless room, JudyÕs lover entered and woke her. He drew back her warm bedcovers. He inspected her bottom. She flinched at his slightest touch. She begged him not to touch her but he was insistent.
ÒAn excellent job,Ó he said at last, of the caning. Judy blanched, lying face down on the bed. She wished to curse him but she did not have the strength.
ÒHow are you?Ó her breathed quietly in her ear. He kissed her. Judy raised herself on her elbows. She rolled over. She flinched, looked wildly up at the ceiling a moment as her bottom came in contact with the smooth sheet underneath her. Then she gazed up at him. Her eyes had a defeated look in them but at the same time they had a certain pride, for she had been taken more ruthlessly than ever before and she had endured. And she knew her lover would be jealous of how it had all ended, in a way he could never share now, for it would never be her first time again. Not that way.
ÒHe fucked me up my hole,Ó Judy winced. She looked deep into her loverÕs eyes. ÒMy bottomhole.Ó
Quite unexpectedly, her lover simply stroked her belly and gave her a kiss. He poked her in her navel and Judy would have giggled but she was too tired to giggle.
ÒI know,Ó Greg replied. ÒHe fucked you and it was your first time while, downstairs, I fucked another, and it was her first time. I could do it to her, despite her protests, because she does not belong to me. And he could do you for the same reason.Ó
JudyÕs eyes gaped up at him. She had not expected such a response. Her generous mouth with its bee-stung lips pouted in dissatisfaction. She had hoped to make him angry, but he had been master all along, or had stumbled into mastery, she didnÕt know which. She had her cherry popped by a stranger but he, a stranger to another girl, had popped hers in turn. The men, both men, had won, and both girls had gotten themselves deflowered.
ÒWell it hurt,Ó Judy added, hoping still to make him feel deprived somehow. She had not liked having a strange man fuck her up her bottom, however slowly he might have taken her, however much he might have shown care in leading her up to it with the cane.
ÒYes, IÕm sure it did,Ó Greg replied. ÒAnd now while youÕre still limber from your long night, my little darling, IÕm going to roll you over and take you myself.Ó
ÒNooooo!Ó Judy cried. But it was too late, she was lifted up and plopped face down on the bed, on her flat belly, which seemed to get no sperm at all these days, despite her religiously taking her pill. Judy felt her bottomcheeks spread and her boyfriend mounted her and quartered her with his cock. He had to work himself in, but she was unable to resist like she wanted to, she was so sleepy. Her limbs were weary and her bottom, having spent the night flexing and squeezing, was tired too. Greg got himself up her and when he finally came, deep inside her, Judy knew that she had become a complete woman at last, experienced, however slightly, in all three of her private places. Her mouth at 12, her pussy at 13 and now, in this windowless room, in a bed little used for sleeping, up her ass. When her lover was done he removed himself and he kissed her.
ÒThe girls will bring you some food in a while,Ó he told her. ÒIÕll be back again when IÕm hard. Be looking your best for me.Ó He left then, leaving her quite ruined, but expecting her to be perfect again when he returned.
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