Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SINS OF THE FLESH

Chapter One

	Jackie was 15 and new to modelling.  SheÕd just done her first assignment and the photographer had been cute but sheÕd turned his offers down afterward.  Yet she yearned for a guy in her life, perhaps even a man, and now she sat in her bikini in ElaineÕs living room, the two of them fresh from the pool, after an afternoon swim, resting from their assignments that morning.
	ÒI had to pose with a tiger,Ó Jackie said.  ÒI thought he was going to eat me!Ó  Elaine laughed.  
	ÒA wild animal on your first day?  My, my.  It may portend something, but I donÕt know what.  Maybe youÕll have a wild life.Ó  She sat down beside Jackie and opened a photo album.  The room was cool.  The air conditioner was on but it was blazing hot outside.  They sat on the couch, drying in their wet little bikinis, their long hair slowly turning from wet ropes to soft lanky strands.
	ÒSee?  We had a party,Ó Elaine pointed to the pictures.  Models were dressed in skirts and gowns, photographers and agents and other men wore suits.  All was decorous, but Jackie was sitting with her hands pressed tightly between her thighs, for she remembered what theyÕd started talking about out by the pool.  Until the pool cleaning man showed up, forced them to retreat inside.
	ÒBut why?Ó Jackie asked, as the pictures of the decorous, polite guests gave way to people undressing and, finally, pictures she could hardly look at, of a woman naked and bound and gagged.
	ÒItÕs fun,Ó Elaine said.  
	ÒBut whatÕs fun about it?Ó Jackie asked.  Yet, despite the fact that her small bikini swim briefs had dried, she knew why.  There was a wet spot, quite small, down between her legs, on her swimsuit, where her cuntlips were inexplicably moistening.  Her nipples stood up, poking into her bra cups.  That was why.  Yet why did it excite her to see this poor woman in the photos, and what the men were doing to her?  
	Elaine closed the photo album, put it back on the shelf by the couch.  Jackie watched her bottom.  It swayed with her steps and Elaine reached back and tugged the soft cottony fabric of the suit out of her ass.  It was a suit more for sunbathing than swimming.  It frayed when it became wet.  Yet sheÕd gone swimming it in anyway, and now the fibers of the suit began to tear as she pulled the suit out of her ass.
	ÒOh, darn!Ó Elaine said unhappily.  She felt behind herself.  She could feel the too-gentle suit beginning to come apart in her hands.  ÒThis was one of my party suits.  I didnÕt mean to wear it to the pool!Ó she exclaimed.  Jackie knew what she meant.  Jackie had a suit of black plastic she used to wear.  It turned hot in the sun but she liked it so much so wore it anyway.  It hugged her hips and cupped her breasts very sexily, she thought, lifting them up, the cups a little too small for them.  SheÕd got it at 13, against her motherÕs wishes.  SheÕd worn it to the pool everyday.  SheÕd always had to sit in the shade, take special care of herself, in that suit.  But it had made the boys more enthusiastic, seeing her in it, knowing it might burn her if it got too hot.  And the other girls had been envious.  TheyÕd said she looked like a little Ôdomme.Õ  Jackie hadnÕt known what that meant when sheÕd first gotten the suit.  But one day, as a boy she liked sat in the shade with her, and kissed her, heÕd told her.  When night fell she rewarded him by letting him have her.  It had been her first time.  HeÕd been gentle, but firm, not wanting to let her get away, even when he was about to enter her, was in her a little bit, and she protested, said Ôno.Õ  HeÕd made her accept him.  SheÕd always respected him for that, making her take what she wasnÕt sure of, but wanted.  TheyÕ been lovers after that, child lovers, until he found a new girl, a girl a year younger than she.  Then she hated him and pinned his photo to a dart board she owned and threw darts at him.  After that sheÕd met another boy.  And then, kissing him goodbye, sheÕd gone off to Italy to be a model.
	ÒPerhaps weÕre too beautiful, I donÕt know,Ó Elaine mused.  She peered out the window at the pool man cleaning the pool.  He was handsome, but she like being diffident.  She preferred to be taken.  He might have stopped them from leaving, might have said something to them.  But heÕd been shy, or preoccupied, or something.  And so he was out cleaning the pool and she was admiring him, but she knew she wouldnÕt go out again and give him a second chance.  
	She sat down next to Jackie on the couch again.  Their bodies were close, warm.  She liked talking about sex and she was glad sheÕd met Jackie.  The girl smiled.  ÒSo what do you think?  Do you think I take my beauty too lightly?  Do we both?Ó she asked Jackie.
	ÒI donÕt know,Ó Jackie said.  She figeted on the couch.  ÒTell me more about your parties.  About, you know, why you like to play bondage sometimes...Ó  JackieÕs voice was soft, childish.  She was curious but afraid to ask, like the boy outdoors cleaning the pool.
	ÒWell,Ó Elaine said.  She placed a hand on JackieÕs knee and stroked it.  She ran her fingers up JackieÕs slim thigh.  Jackie giggled.  She lay back and Elaine leaned back against the couch with her and stroked her belly.  It was soft, flat, like her own.  They smiled at each other.
	ÒIn bondage,Ó Elaine said.  ÒIt works this way.  WeÕre all models.  We all love attention.  So, what do you think is the best way to get attention?Ó  Jackie thought, tried ignoring ElaineÕs finger poking her belly.
	ÒI donÕt know.Ó
	ÒTake off your clothes, silly.Ó Elaine said.
	ÒOh, yeah.  I guess that would do it,Ó Jackie said.  Elaine traced a finger along the waistband of JackieÕs bikini bottoms.  She plucked at the suit, opening it a little, peered down into the soft incurving of JackieÕs belly and the mound of hair that grew there.
	ÒDonÕt!Ó Jackie protested.  But she kept her hands by her sides, did nothing to interfere.  Elaine quietly closed her suit again.  Jackie sighed.  Elaine ran a finger across her tummy again.
	ÒSo, anyway, the victim gets undressed.  At a party, you know.  With everyone watching her and probably, usually, with everyone helping her out of her things.  At least the other girls, you know.Ó
	ÒYes,Ó Jackie agreed.  She tried not to laugh as Elaine tickled her tummy, lost, laughed.  Elaine withdrew her hand and replaced it on her thigh.
	ÒSo anyway when the girl undresses, sheÕs not just naked,Ó Elaine continued.  ÒSheÕs excited.  You know, sexually excited, no matter how she feels about getting spanked, or whatever is going to happen to her.  Because the men are all handsome, and the females who helped her undress are, of course, all beautiful like she is.  But sheÕs the only one who is naked.  Her pussy is moist with her desire and her nipples are standing up stiff.  Like yours,Ó Elaine said.  Jackie laughed.  ÒThis excites you, doesnÕt it?Ó Elaine asked.
	ÒYours are pointy too,Ó Jackie said to Elaine.  The older girl looked down at herself.  Her breasts sported twin points that lifted the cups of her bra slightly.
	ÒSo they are,Ó Elaine agreed.  ÒBut IÕm the one who has to tell this story, so IÕm excused.Ó
	ÒWelll, IÕm the listÕner,Ó Jackie protested.
	ÒLetÕs never mind about our nipples, okay?Ó Elaine asked.
	ÒOkay,Ó Jackie agreed.  She tilted her head and let it fall against ElaineÕs narrow shoulder.  The older girl lifted her hand, cradled JackieÕs head, stroked her hair.
	ÒSo the girl is excited, and everyoneÕs watching her, admiring her, because of course sheÕs very beautiful, or she wouldnÕt have been a model in the first place and she wouldnÕt have been invited to take her clothes off at the party,Ó Jackie continued.  ÒNow if everyone was just polite to her, do you think that would be any fun?  I mean, it would, some, but if everyone was just pleasing her and pleasuring her, that would make her the boss, and everyone would feel like they were some kind of servant.Ó
	Jackie nodded, listening.  She felt safe and warm with her head cradled against ElaineÕs small shoulder, the older girlÕs hand stroking her hair, despite the scary subject matter.  She snuggled closer to ElaineÕs body and felt the heat of it, the warmth of the skin and its supple satiny softness.  She placed a hand over ElaineÕs belly.
	ÒDid you ever get pregnant at one of these parties?Ó Jackie asked.
	ÒNo.  Now listen.  DonÕt interrupt,Ó Elaine said.  She continued:  ÒThe girl, then, canÕt just be master, not naked, with everyone else clothed.  That would be silly.  So of course she has to be the victim.  We do stuff to her, stuff she doesnÕt expect.  Some of it makes her happy, some of it makes her afraid, or it hurts.  Though it doesnÕt harm her,Ó Elaine added quickly.  
	ÒLike waht?Ó Jackie asked.  She felt almost childlike now.  She pressed her body closer to ElaineÕs and waited for the woman to continue.  Elaine ran her hand down JackieÕs smooth belly and slipped a finger into the front of her panties.  Jackie didnÕt protest, only sighed.  Elaine played her finger within the fleece of her mound.
	ÒWell, they might pleasure her,Ó Elaine said.  She pushed her finger farther down into JackieÕs panties.  She tickled the girlÕs snatch.  Jackie laughed, but did nothing to resist, instead hugged the woman more tightly.  ÒAnd of course they do some painful things to her too, to keep her on tenterhooks.  To keep her uncertain about whatÕs going to happen.  ItÕs a mixture, you know?Ó  Elaine reached across with her other hand and pinched JackieÕs flat belly.
	ÒOooch!  Yes,Ó Jackie said.  Elained raised her hand and cupped one of the girlÕs breasts.  She squeezed it, ran a finger exploringly over the upraised dent of JackieÕs nipple.
	ÒSo you see, the girl is able to give herself, to others, she has to!  And the men, the women, they get the excitement of having her at their disposal.  They can do whatever they wish to her.  They can take license with her body in almost any way, provided it doesnÕt harm her.  And she has to accept it, because often by now sheÕs tied, or handcuffed, or perhaps blindfolded, or all three.  And they can do as they wish and thereÕs a great release in that, being able to handle someone however you like.  And for the girl, thereÕs a great sense of excitement.  And afterward, when itÕs all over, even though she hurts a little, she feels released too.  Because sheÕs let down her guard, completely, something so few of us ever get to do.  And sheÕs done it with other people, some of whom she doesnÕt even know.  She might never see them again and they might never see her again, some of these people (except on the cover of a magazine, we hope!) and yet they got to share something, something very intimate and special.  And so tomorrow sheÕll be sitting on an airplane, all dressed up, going someplace, worring about tickets and timetables, and fending off the guy next to her, but she knows that last night, or the previous day, she was all naked and spread open and forced to give of herself.  
	ÒOr,Ó Elaine continued, ÒShe got to partake.  You know, be the one doing things.  Either way itÕs fun, but if youÕre the master you have to think what youÕre going to do next, and keep planning everything, and worrying about your poor little slave.  While, for the slave, she can be utterly free, if sheÕs with a group she trusts or a master she trusts.  Her body is no longer her responsibility.  She can live, and breathe, and cry out, knowing theyÕll be careful with her, even as theyÕre hurting her, and she knows theyÕll see sheÕs fed and made up and washed and bathed too, all the things that are necessary.Ó
	ÒMmmmm!Ó Jackie said.  And it was then that both of them noticed that ElaineÕs finger was in JackieÕs pants, in quite deep, and Jackie was trying to hump herself on the stiff little digit.  Her eyes were closed and, gradually, she slowed the up and down movements, the out and back movements, of her hips.  She opened her eyes.
	ÒSorry,Ó Jackie blushed.
	ÒItÕs okay.Ó Elaine said.  ÒDo you think youÕd like to come to our next party?Ó
	ÒWho will I be?Ó Jackie asked.
	ÒThe victim.  YouÕre new, thatÕs why,Ó Elaine said.
	ÒI donÕt know,Ó Jackie said.
	ÒGood.  ThatÕs all I need to hear,Ó Elaine said.  And she leaned forward and kissed the girl on her forehead.
	Elaine rose from the couch.  She replaced the photo album on the shelf.  Other albums stood beside it, photos from her modelling jobs, and photos of her as a little girl living with her family.  But she reached to the end of the shelf, where there was a Polaroid camera.  She walked back to Jackie, who sat shivering on the couch.  She wasnÕt cold, despite the air conditioning, for it was a hot July summer outside.  She was anxious, wishing she might have enjoyed ElaineÕs finger just a little more.  
	ÒStand up,Ó Elaine told the girl.  With an ambivalent glance at the camera, Jackie stood up.  She put her hands to her panties and straightened them.  ElaineÕs finger had put them slightly askew.  ÒStand still,Ó Elaine warned.  She lifted the camera to her face and aimed it.  She clicked the shutter.
	For another girl, Elaine would have had her strip, to show the club her assets.  But Jackie was only 15 and so Elaine let her keep her bikini on.  She didnÕt want to be accused of manufacturing child pornography.  But, also, Elaine had a more devious motive.  She liked Jackie a lot and she didnÕt want the girl turned down from membership in the club simply because of her age.  She knew that if the men who had to approve JackieÕs membership only got to see a photo of her in her little swimming suit, theyÕd long to see her naked.  
	ÒWhy did you do that?Ó Jackie asked Elaine.  She gazed at the photo as it slid out of the camera.  Elaine tugged it out and flipped it in the air to dry it and let it develop.
	ÒDonÕt you like your picture taken?Ó Elaine asked.  
	ÒI guess I do.  Now that IÕm a model I suppose IÕll have to get used to it.Ó
	ÒYes, you will, silly!Ó Elaine said.  She smiled at Jackie.  She walked over to the shelf and replaced the camera on it.  
	ÒI have to go back home at the end of the summer, you know,Ó Jackie told Elaine.  She lifted a finger to her mouth and speculated on the fact.  Back to school, back to her boyfriend (whom she didnÕt really like anymore).
	ÒWell then letÕs have some FUN in the meantime, okay?Ó Elaine said.  ÒCome on, IÕll take you back to your apartment and IÕll show you how to do some fun things with that cake batter and icing you bought.Ó  The sweet girl, Elaine laughed to herself, had bought cake batter and cookie dough so she could bake cookies and mail them to her boyfriend, the boyfriend back home that she admitted she didnÕt really like anymore.
	The girls spent the afternoon at JackieÕs baking up cakes and cookies but, under ElaineÕs tutelage, they were the oddest sorts of cookies, cookies Jackie would be too embarrassed to ever send to her boyfriend.  They were in the shape of penises and sweet little female snatches and breasts.  The penises got bigger every time they baked a new one until the girlÕs had to admit they were cooking up fantasies, not duplicates of the real thing.  At last, the hour growing very late, and both of them having modelling assignments the next morning, they retreated to JackieÕs bed and devoured as many of the baked items as they could.  Laughingly, they fell asleep amidst the crumbs.

	Jackie was approved for the club and, since sex was a possibility (more distinct than she cared to admit), she got a physical from a doctor.  He was patient and kind and he didnÕt ask any embarrasing questions.  He mailed a clean bill of health on her to the club.  
	A week passed, and Jackie threw herself into her modelling and tried not to think about her impending membership in the club.  Elaine visited her every day and they spent lots of time together by the pool, improving their tans and baiting the pool cleaning guy, who never quite got his act together and followed up properly on their invitations.  Then, as Friday evening approached, Elaine informed Jackie that she shouldnÕt make any plans for the weekend.
	ÒI think that pool guy might ask me out!Ó Jackie gushed to Elaine.
	ÒDonÕt accept, dear.  YouÕll be needed elsewhere,Ó Elaine replied, quite formally, as they sat eating lunch at a small downtown restaurant.  Jackie gulped and said nothing.

	On Friday at 6 p.m. Elaine picked up Jackie at her apartment.  Jackie asked Elaine if sheÕd like to bake cookies with her.  Elaine quietly removed a pair of oven mitts from JackieÕs hands and told her to put them away.  She remarked to herself how interesting it was that Jackie, despite being all dressed to go, wearing her best discotheque gear, was nonetheless stalling, trying to induce her to spend the night baking cookies!  And she knew Jackie would be upset if she wasnÕt actually forced to put the oven mitts away and come along.  She was delaying, a common female trait, especially among a Ônewbie,Õ who was afraid to admit to herself what excited her, what she wanted.
	ÒLetÕs go,Ó Elaine said, when Jackie returned from the kitchen.  Firmly she took the girlÕs hand.  ÒLeave your purse,Ó Elaine added.
	ÒBut--!Ó Jackie protested.  Quietly Elaine let go of JackieÕs purse and lay it on a small table by the door.  ÒBut I have-- you know, pills and my favorite lipstick and--Ó
	Elaine put a finger to JackieÕs lips.  ÒShhhh.  YouÕll be well provided for, dear.  DonÕt worry.  Everyone at the club knows what a young female needs.  You might say we make a specialty of it.  Now come along.Ó
	
	A cab was waiting.  It picked the girls up outside JackieÕs apartment.  Jackie noticed the cab was unaccountably clean and well kept.  The back seat felt brand new and the car had a new car smell.  The driver was well groomed, a young man who wore a suit.  He was smoking when the girls came down the steps from JackieÕs apartment but he immediately put the cigarette out, squashing it into the pavement.  He was standing beside the cab.  Gallantly he opened the door for the girls and helped them both in, then closed it.  
	ÒWhere will the party be held?Ó Jackie asked.
	Elaine figeted with her purse.  ÒIÕm afraid the club members were so impressed by you that they decided to skip the party,Ó Elaine said.
	ÒWhat?Ó Jackie asked.  Then she realized sheÕd spoken quite loudly and she lowered her voice, lest the driver overhear.  But of course, even with her whispering, it wasnÕt too hard for him to hear, although he kept his eyes straight ahead on the road.
	ÒWe have a special place,Ó Elaine said.  ÒFor, you know, how shall I put it?  A place for retreats.  To get away from the world completely.  Most newbies have to go to a party first, but the club members liked your photo so much they approved you for a retreat on your first visit.Ó
	ÒSo there wonÕt be a party?Ó Jackie asked.  Elaine smiled at her.
	ÒIt will be more of a celebration, dear.  And youÕll be the chief thing weÕre celebrating.  It will be all about you, although it is a retreat, and other girls will be enjoying the place also.Ó  She put a hand on JackieÕs bare thigh.  JackieÕs skirt was short and barely covered her lap.
	ÒRelax,Ó Elaine told her.  ÒA little nervousness is okay, but donÕt let yourself get so nervous you spoil it.Ó  She reached up and quietly tugged on the hem of JackieÕs skirt, pulling it down a little, as if to make the girl more modest.  The gesture reassured Jackie.
	After a ride of about 15 minutes the cab pulled up in front of a large suburban home.  It was in an expensive neighborhood.  But it had a small front yard, although Jackie could see tall trees in back, and nestled in among the other expensive homes it looked no different from the rest.  Two girls and a boy were playing baseball out in the street and they retreated to the sidewalk as the cab pulled up.  The driver got out, let the girls out, on the side of the cab facing the home they intended to enter.  Walking quickly, both girls tugging at the backs of their short miniskirts as they walked, lest the children playing on the curb see their panties, they approached the home and rang the bell and were admitted inside.
	Jackie found herself in a small foyer.  It had a tiled floor and her spiked heels that she liked to wear nightclubbing immediately announced her presence as they clicked on the tiles.  A woman emerged from a side room.  She was conservatively dressed, in a vest and blouse and long, knee-length skirt.  She looked about 30.  Her hair was elaborately piled atop her head.  She smiled at Jackie and bussed her on the cheek.  Then, reaching to a table near the two of them, a small table inside the door with a flowering plant sitting atop it, she picked up a blindfold.  Without asking permission of Jackie, still smiling at her, she lifted the blindfold to JackieÕs face and wrapped it around her eyes.
	ÒWhatÕs happening?Ó Jackie asked in a high, frantic surprised little voice.  But Elaine told her to hush and the woman took her hand immediately after sheÕd blindfolded her and led her from the foyer through the house.  Jackie could hear Elaine walking beside her, the woman on the other side of her, holding her hand.  Although one of JackieÕs hands was free, she didnÕt lift it up and pry the blindfold from her eyes.  Instead she simply walked, quietly, though Elaine noted that her limbs seemed to shiver a little, despite the warmth outdoors and in the interior of the mildly cooled home.
	ÒWe have to undress you,Ó Jackie heard as she was made to stand still in a room at the back of the house.  Silently Jackie stood, trembling, as both women removed every stitch of her clothing, unhooking her bra, drawing down her panties, removing everything but her heels, her earrings, and the blindfold.  Then, since she was young and had healthy legs, she was made to stand alone in the room for a long time.  Jackie called out once for the women but no one answered.  When they returned she had to go to the bathroom.  Apparently the women had eaten dinner in the meantime, for they remarked to each other about the dessert, and Jackie could smell a hint of strawberries on their breath.  Jackie herself was much too nervous to have eaten anyting, and wondered, in an idle self-critical sort of way, if it wasnÕt just as well that sheÕd been made to stand by herself in the room while the rest of the club members ate.
	Jackie was taken to another room.  The women removed JackieÕs blindfold and she saw, with a gasp, that they were both topless.  Their breasts swayed casually on their chests, full and ripe and stiff-nippled, as if theyÕd had a rather exciting dinner.  They were still dressed as theyÕd been otherwise, Elaine in a short miniskirt, the woman whoÕd blindfolded her in a knee-length skirt.
	Jackie was naked and she put a hand to her pussy, as she had to go the bathroom quite badly.  She glanced around, hoping for someplace to relieve herself.  To her surprise she saw that she was in a minature beauty salon.  This was no ordinary home, where the woman of the house had to make do with a vanity mirror.  Here she could enjoy the comfort of her own beauticianÕs chair, complete with a full-length mirror to admire herself in as the beautician worked on her.  Next to that was a chair where the hair could be dried, the two chairs facing each other slightly, as if one woman might chat with another while one had her hair washed, the other dried, and then, the two switching places perhaps, the first getting her hair dried while the second got her hair curled or combed out or permed.  The mirror, across from the chairs, boldly reflected whatever might happen.  
	With a grateful sigh Jackie saw that there was a potty in the room.  But it was most peculiar.  It was built into the floor, as one sees in Japan.  It had no bowl, no seat.  It was just a porcelian trough embedded into the floor.  The floor was tiled around the potty.  The rest of the room was carpeted.    
	ÒCould I please go to the bathroom?Ó Jackie asked the two women, glancing at the potty.  They nodded.  She was going to walk to it by herself but they insisted on taking her by both her hands and leading her to it.  Then they made Jackie sit down on the potty.  They eased her down by holding her arms, forcing her to squat over it, for it was quite impossible to sit on it in the conventional, American sense of the word.  Jackie felt quite demeaned and she prayed the big mirror that stood built into the far wall was not a two-way mirror.  For if it was she had a resigned feeling that men might be watching her as she performed such an embarrassing ritual.  
	She wasnÕt allowed to wipe herself.  The woman whoÕd blindfolded her insisted on doing it.  Oddly, just as the woman placed a square of tissue paper underneath Jackie and wiped her, she introduced herself, explaining that her name was Odette and sheÕd be helping Jackie through the evening.  Jackie blushed, smiled, glanced uncomfortably at the pee-stained tissue that was withdrawn from between her legs.  Just then a third female entered the room, as if on cue, or because sheÕd somehow been watching, and knew when to come in.  She was topless also, wearing bright-colored slacks, shoes, and a scarf in her hair, but nothing else.  Her bosoms were large and they bounced freely on her chest as she walked.  She seemed quite happy, utterly nonchalant about her condition.  She was given the soiled tissue from between JackieÕs legs.  She smiled, turned, left the room.
	Elaine and Odette lifted Jackie from the toilet.  They walked her over to the beauticianÕs chair.
	ÒYou have bathed?Ó Odette asked Jackie as they walked.
	ÒUm, yes.  I always do before I go out!Ó Jackie replied, startled.
	ÒGood, then sit down.  DonÕt close your legs or cross them.  You may admire yourself in the mirror if you like.Ó  Odette smiled at her and turned her and sat Jackie down right in the chair, plopping her bare bottom into it.  Jackie felt the chair underneath her and it was covered with a rich black covering of fur.  Fortunately the room was cool or she might have sweated into it, it was so soft and warm and comfy.  But it had an irritating way of pressing up into her bottomcrack and tickling her hole and feeling all fuzzy, like very soft stems of fresh grass, against her pussy.  Jackie shifted her hips in the chair but only felt more aroused, and she blushed a little, wishing she could just rub and masturbate herself in the chair and make her snatch all wet and leave a wet stain in the fur when she got up.  Odette and Elaine smiled at her predicament.  They reminded her to keep her legs wide apart.  
	ÒAdmire the view,Ó Odette said wickedly.  With a blush Jackie realized she meant her pussy.  For, staring at the mirror across from her, Jackie saw that it reflected her snatch back at her, the pubic mound and the soft delicate lips beneath.  Jackie felt an impulsive need to close her legs, but she obediently kept them apart, noticing that there were black leather straps tied to the edges of the chair arms, in front, perhaps to hold open the legs of disobedient girls.
	ÒYou are quite good,Ó Odette said.  She leaned Jackie back, so that her head rested upon the edge of a sink where her hair could be washed.  ÒPerhaps a little too good,Ó Odette added.  Anxiously Jackie crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling afraid, tense.  Elaine quietly took her arms and forced her to replace them on the arms of the chair.  
	ÒPlease donÕt do that.  IÕd hate to have to cuff them so soon,Ó Elaine told her.  Jackie felt small in the big chair, which was built to accomodate even the biggest ladies, her small little bottom sitting on the comfortable but strangely uncomfortable fur.  She was glad she hadnÕt crossed her legs.  If theyÕd been tied off to the wide-spread chair arms she would have felt like a turkey split wide for a Thanksgiving stuffing!
	Warm water flowed over JackieÕs brown hair and she began to relax.  The women squirted soap into her hair, and gently massaged it with their fingers.  Jackie had of course washed it before dressing to come, but she enjoyed the attention and the chance to relax.  Perhaps this was all that would happen, she told herself, a nice hair washing and a chance to be friends with some women.  She tried not to think of the other possibility, that men might be watching and glowering over her, seeing directly into her snatch.
	After JackieÕs hair had been washed, as she sat on the chair where the dryer attachment was, on a smooth plastic-covered seat, her pussy was washed and groomed.  Jackie had trouble keeping her legs apart for this.  The women worked intrusively, scrubbing her snatch with their fingers, first Elaine, then Odette.  They seemed not to notice that they gave a thorough scrubbing to JackieÕs clitoris.  They worked over it just as nonchalantly as her labial lips, but Jackie had to bite her lip as they srubbed her clitty with their fingers, and she felt quite embarrased because, despite the professionalism of both women, she almost came.  When she had been scrubbed all in and out of her pussy the women patted her dry, including her spot, and she almost came against the soft towel as they dried her there.
	ÒDonÕt keep getting the towel wet, dear,Ó Elaine scolded Jackie.
	ÒI-- canÕt help it!Ó Jackie gasped.  Elaine patted her spot and rubbed it and massaged it.  JackieÕs clit buzzed with a fury much greater than its infintesimally small size.  She longed to stuff somthing into her snatch, or to close her legs, with her hand, or ElianeÕs towel, caught between them.  But somehow she kept her legs apart, although for a little while Odette had to hold one of her knees, while eyeing the other lest it try to close with the other.
	When Jackie had been dried with a towel Elaine took a hot blow drier and briefly blew very warm air between JackieÕs legs.  Jackie swooned, loving the feeling.  She almost cried out, begging Eliane to shove the whole thing up her small little snatch, even if it hurt her.  But she remembered that men might be watching.  She gripped the chair arms and grimaced and cried only within her soul.
	As Jackie sat trembling, her nipples hard and her cunny alart and hungry, her pussy hairs were combed.  The women admired the soft brown hair that grew between JackieÕs legs as they worked, speaking openly of how pretty her nest was.  They discussed if JackieÕs pubic hair should be trimmed.  But both decided Jackie was still so young and her mound so fleecy, her pubic hair having just come in within the last few years, that it shouldnÕt be altered or cut or shaved. 
	Jackie was returned to the chair with the black fur seat.  She snuggled her bottom into it again, feeling excited now, released in a way, though she had not had an orgasm.  But the need, the impulsive need to have one, was now burning in her and it somehow released her mind and let her accept herself and her place amongst these women and what might happen to her.  The teasing, the primping, it all made her feel so delicious and wanted.  She felt like a wonderful sexual creature and she looked at herself in the mirror and though she blushed again, looking at herself, she no longer felt so awful that her bush was reflected back to her, or that men might be watching her.  In fact, settling into the chair, gazing at how her breasts stuck up from her chest and how her belly seemed to quiver as it stretched flat between her bosom and her hips, she arched her hips forward.  She presented her cunny more boldly.  She opened her legs wider.  Quietly she made a series of small undulating movements, as if she might make love to herself in the mirror, thrusting her hips at herself, except only a snatch stared back at her, a wanting snatch, an unfulfilled snatch, that needed something big and intrusive inside it to satisfy it, something neither she nor the women possessed.
	ÒMy, how eager you are!Ó Odette laughed.  ÒSit still, dear.  ThereÕs still your makeup to come.Ó  Jackie blushed a deep red.  She hunched down into the chair, feeling silly.  The women had to hook their fingers under her arms and lift her up and make her sit up straight.
	Quietly both women did her hair.  It was curled and piled up and arranged on top of her head, despite her utter nudity, as if she were going to a grand European ball.  Then they set to work on her makeup.  She didnÕt really need any, her face was a modelÕs face, beautiful, but they labored over her for an hour, plucking her eyebrows a little, doing her lashes, her lipstick, and arduously painting each and every one of her toenails.
	ÒThere!  Done at last!Ó Odette said.  They took her back to the potty.  They made her squat again, but this time after Jackie peed and Odette wiped her she simply flushed the square of toilet paper away.
	Jackie was put into a standing up position again.  She wondered why the other women didnÕt have to pee.  Then she remembered that, as she was worked on in the beauticianÕs chairs, each of them had left the room occasionally, one at a time, and she figured they must have visited a normal potty, and that the one in the floor was provided perhaps for amusement, to the men that might be watching, or to make the girl feel awkward and unsettled and, in the end, as she squatted and unsquatted, somehow very womanly, very natural, for the squatting position was the oldest and best one for birthing a child.  Jackie, although she felt a little hungry now, was glad she hadnÕt eaten.  She would have felt mortified if sheÕd had to squat over the Japanese potty and perform a turd-plopping bowel movement into it.
	ÒWhat part of the month are you in?Ó Odette asked her.
	ÒHmmm?Ó Jackie asked, recovering from her thoughts.
	ÒYour period, silly.  When is it?Ó Elaine asked.  ÒI suppose I should have asked you before.Ó
	ÒNot-- not for another two weeks, at least,Ó Jackie answered.
	ÒGood,Ó Odette said.  She patted JackieÕs flat belly.  ÒNice and fertile, then.  You took a pill last when?Ó
	ÒThis-- this morning,Ó Jackie replied.  ÒI take one every morning.Ó
	ÒNot any more,Ó Odette answered.  ÒWe have RU-486 here if you need it.  WeÕll check up on you every morning, give you a little pee test, see what the result is.  If itÕs positive, youÕll be given RU-486.Ó
	ÒHow--Ó Jackie looked quickly at Elaine.  ÒHow long will I be staying here?Ó
	ÒLong enough,Ó Odette answered.  She kissed JackieÕs cheek.  ÒDonÕt think about time right now.  Think about you, yourself.Ó
	Elaine laughed.  ÒBe Herself the Elf,Ó she said.  She stroked JackieÕs bare hip.
	ÒLetÕs get the cape,Ó Odette said.  ÒAnd the cuffs.Ó
	As Jackie watched, the women went to the counter where the beauty supplies were kept.  They returned carrying a pair of handcuffs and a long, flowing red cape.  Elaine spoke quietly to Jackie and drew her hands behind her back.  
	ÒBe good,Ó Elaine had whispered.  ÒAnd all will go well.Ó  Jackie didnÕt know what to say.  She felt butterflies in her tummy.  Elaine secured her wrists with the handcuffs.  They were wristlets, in fact, ones that could be worn separately on the wrists, or attached to each other, restraining the arms.  Elaine gave Jackie no chance to see how they felt as wristlets.  They were already linked to each other and she buckled them both onto JackieÕs drawn-back hands.  Jackie felt her hands resting against the hump of her bare bottom and it felt strange, being all naked, with her hands stuck behind her back and bouncing nervously against her bottom.  Yet there was more:  the women next attached a black collar around her thin neck.  It looked very much like a dogÕs collar but the women put it on her, not a dog, and Jackie felt them draw it tight so that she was well-collared by it, with no space left for anything to slip between the collar and her slim neck.  Yet she could still swallow (she checked to make sure, swallowing some of her saliva).  And she could breathe, she noted with relief, drawing in a breath that made her naked breasts rise and fall on her chest.  She wondered if men were still watching, and what might become of her if they were.
	Next the cape was attached.  Jackie looked in the mirror and thought she looked rather like Supergirl.  But the cape was made of satin and it shimmered and she thought it looked rather demure, rather pretty, less heroic than Princess-like.  But the women brought nothing else for her to wear, as they would have for a real Princess.  Instead they adjusted the cape, letting it fall a little over the front of her shoulders, covering them a bit, admiring how slim and small her shoulders were, and how big her bosoms which remained uncovered and free.
	The cape didnÕt cover JackieÕs bottom, but stopped instead at her waist, and she rather wondered, as she felt it against her, whether it was really anything other than a decoration, that in the end, rather than clothing her, only accentuated her nudity.  She figeted a little as the women played with the cape and they told her to stand still, not to Ôbe too eager,Õ and Jackie wondered at that, for if she was eager for anything it was to get some real clothes on in this rather chilly room.
	ÒThere.  Perfect!Ó Elaine said, stepping in front of Jackie and looking at her.  ÒLetÕs hope the men donÕt make too much of a mess of her.Ó
	Before Jackie could ask what she meant, Odette took her hand and, shushing her before she even spoke, drew her across the room, walking quickly, and out the door of the room.  
	Jackie heard her heels clicking on the tiled hallway once more.  She had to hurry to keep up with Odette.  The woman walked rapidly, her nude breasts bouncing jauntily on her chest.  Jackie realized Elaine was not with them and she turned to look for her friend, but saw only the hallway behind her.  
	ÒCome, letÕs go!Ó Odette said to Jackie, rounding a corner and pulling her along.  There was a great polished wooden staircase before them.  Without minding how JackieÕs bottom might be shown off to anyone who happened to see them, she led Jackie up the stairs.  Jackie felt her ass wiggling and wanted to turn around to check that no one saw her but Odette was mounting the steps to fast.  They came to the top of them and Odette led her down a long hall, to the very end of it.  She opened a door and put Jackie into a room and quickly closed the door behind her.  Before Jackie realized it, she was alone, without Odette or Elaine to guide her or help her.  However, with a gasp she realized that there were four men in the room.  They had all been reading newspapers and they put them down simultaneously, showing their faces, as they heard the door close.
	ÒAh, Jackie,Ó a man said.  He was quite polite, young, perhaps mid-20Õs, with a reserved air, yet a brooding eagerness underneath, perhaps an eagerness to be mean to her.  Jackie gulped and looked at the faces of the other men.  They were all, as Elaine had assured her they would be, very handsome.  In another place she might have called them ÔdreamboatsÕ and gushed to her friends about them.  Standing here naked before them, except for her little cape, however, she felt afraid.  She saw that the man whoÕd addressed her held a riding crop across his knees.  It was made of leather and it was long but rather thick, with a big loop attached to the end of it.  She wondered if perhaps heÕd gone riding but she knew that the house was too small to keep horses.
	Jackie trembled.  The men stared directly at her.  She was too afraid to speak and they said nothing, merely gazed at her, slouched in their chairs, as if at the racetrack, in a big glassed-sitting room that wealthy men sat in to watch the races from.  Jackie wanted to burst into tears and she was forced to bow her head, she was so frightened and nervous, and bite her lower lip.  Yet, as she stood meekly, with her head bowed, and her hands locked behind her, she felt a burst of feminine pride well up within her.  They were staring at Her!  Even though she was only 15, just out of her freshman year in high school.  Each of the men was at least a decade older than her, each most certainly already a college graduate, yet her body held their gaze.  She could sense a kind of quiet desperation in these men, hunky as they were, as they stared at her little body.  She was leggy and 5Õ 5,Ó and she knew she hadnÕt been picked to be a model by the modelling agency because she was unbeautiful.  She felt herself thrusting her chest out a little, to let them admire her boobs, like a mare at the racetrack might do, perhaps, in front of the men who might bet on her.  Jackie felt her cunny moistening between her legs.  She stood with them a little apart, for Elaine, in showing her the pictures in the photo album, had warned her that women at the parties always had to keep their legs a little open, since normally, in the real world, girls were always closing their thighs and denying the men a peek.
	Here, men were not to be denied, they were to be served, Jackie remembered.  And so she nervously kept her legs just a little apart, to permit the men to see within and between them.  She hoped they didnÕt notice her cunny was getting wet.  She arched her hips out to hope for a little air to perhaps dry her moistening lips.  The men took it as a desire for affection.
	ÒCome here, little one,Ó the man with the riding crop told Jackie.  Nervously she yanked her hips back.  ÒCome here,Ó the man said again.  Jackie walked across the room to him.  The floor was carpeted and it muffled her footsteps.  She was intensely aware of the public display of her fleecy bush and she felt a desperate need for panties.  But she had none, could not even cover herself with her hands.  The man with the riding crop in his lap put out his hands and clapped them to her hips.  She wiggled them a little, nervously, and he made her stop.  Gravely he admired her tanned flesh, her brown limbs and the white parts across her torso where her little bikini usually covered her; her waist, her breasts.  
	ÒA damn fine bottom,Ó a man said behind Jackie.  At once her master, the man with the crop, turned her around.  She felt her bottomcheeks tense.  She heard him breathe.  She looked at the man whoÕd complimented her ass and he now stared unabashedly at her pussy.  Her master, the man with the crop, lifted her cuffed hands up so that he could better view her bottom.
	ÒPerfect,Ó the man with the crop pronounced.  She felt a hand lightly brush her ass cheeks and she flinched and tried to draw them more tightly together.  ÒA true invitation.Ó  He patted her ass as one might pat a horse at the start of a race.  ÒJackie,Ó he said, not turning her back around to face him.  ÒDo you know why I have a riding crop?Ó
	ÒNo,Ó Jackie breathed.  She could barely get the word out.  She feared it was the wrong word to say in the presence of these men.  They seemed not to be men who tolerated such a word easily from a girl.
	ÒJackie, you are so sweet, so perfectly refined,Ó the man said to her.  She felt his breath on her bottom.  Then she heard him lean back again, into his chair, as if he couldnÕt quite decide what to do, how to handle her.  She felt a sense of pride well up in her again at his confusion.  He cleared his throat.  ÒBut I must see you be a little more emotional, Jackie,Ó the man said at last.  ÒYou are so tight and tense.  ThatÕs why I have the crop.Ó  He lifted it and Jackie almost screamed when she suddenly felt it nudge her ass.  He pressed it against one of her clenched, beautifully bulging cheeks and then, perhaps to threaten her with violation, or to let her know such a thing would certainly happen to her before she was permitted to leave, he jammed it between the cheeks of her ass.
	Jackie bit her lip and wanted to cry out but didnÕt.  She felt her breasts wobble on her chest.  The crop intruded somehow between her tightly-held cheeks, defying her to keep it out.
	ÒSee?  You are so eager to deny me,Ó the man said to Jackie.  ÒBut the world would be a sad place if all the girls were like you.  You must open up, Jackie,Ó he said.  He withdrew the crop from between her tight cheeks and rubbed it in a light stroking motion across her bare fanny.  ÒThatÕs why I have the crop,Ó he said simply.  
	At his last sentence Jackie impulsively drew her thighs together.  She felt the moistness between them and immediately she knew sheÕd done the wrong thing but she kept them pressed together, perhaps to defy the man, to test him.
	ÒHave you been told not to close your legs?Ó he asked her finally.  Jackie felt her flat belly trembling and her nipples quivered, all bare and hard and delicate.  She wanted to open her legs but she couldnÕt, somehow, despite the yearning she felt deep between them, up inside her.  
	ÒYes,Ó she finally breathed.
	ÒI thought so,Ó the man answered, stroking her ass with the crop.  
	Jackie expected him to swat her, but he did nothing, seemingly still mesmerized by her.  She remembered the pool guy and how she and Elaine had flirted with him but heÕd failed to respond.  And, suddenly, though it was quite unsafe, she dared the man further, feeling a kind of power over him.  Biting her lip hard, almost making it bleed, she stuck her ass back at him.  In her mind a vision of herself sticking her tongue out at a boy flashed past.  Yes, it was the same, and the boy had gotten all angry and frustrated, but sheÕd been sitting up in a tree and though he tried to pitch rocks at her heÕd been only 3, and sheÕd been 6, and the rocks werenÕt thrown by him with enough force to hit her, though he tried mightily.
	Unfortunately the man behind her wasnÕt 3-years-old.  As his fellows laughed at him, he grabbed the flesh of her ass with his hands.
	ÒWhat?  You insult me?Ó he asked quite seriously.
	At once Jackie stood up straight again.  ÒIÕm sorry, I had a cramp,Ó she said, knowing it was a lie, wondering if the man would fall for it.  She found herself in an imaginary room with Elaine, both of them laughing, her telling a big wonderful story about how sheÕd walked nude into a room with four men and mooned one of them.
	ÒYou are insolent,Ó the man said.  His voice was low and grave and he sounded truly insulted.  His friends laughed harder.  ÒDamn!Ó the man swore.  Ò15, and never have I seen younger, yet you insult me like no woman would ever dare!Ó
	ÒMaybe she thinks you needed to have a fart in your face to improve your looks,Ó one of the men guffawed.  And then Jackie felt sorry for him, despite the fact that he was holding her hips and had a riding crop pressed up against her leg, wedged between his big hand and her hips, for he was the handsomest of all the men in the room, and she liked him the best, and hated to see him insulted.
	ÒJackie,Ó he said, recovering himself a little, though still angry, letting go her hips and stroking her bottom tenderly.  ÒJackie...Ó his voice trailed off.  Jackie felt a little more secure and she tossed her hair back, for it was in her eyes.  It was piled atop her head, quite beautifully, but the women had bound it very loosely, with a single ribbon at the back, as if to encourage the quiet composure of her hair to fall slowly about her eyes and face as she was hustled up the stairs and into the room and manhandled by the men.  JackieÕs cape fluttered as she tossed her head back.  She felt the band of her collar tight about her neck.  She tugged a little at her wristcuffs, wishing she could move her arms freely.
	She felt a confidence, despite the presence of the riding crop.  It rose up from her center, from where her legs met, and bloomed in her belly, and then spread out through her breasts right to the quivering, excited tips.  It felt very feminine.  SheÕd never felt so admired before, despite her fear, and she shook her head again, like a horse before a race.  The man patted her bottom again, and then he turned her around.
	He touched her sex.  First just the hairs of her mount, then rudely between her lips.  
	ÒDid you know I saw you pee?Ó he asked her.  Jackie bowed her head and she felt it fall down around her eyes again and she shook it back from her face.
	ÒI suspected,Ó she answered quietly.  
	ÒYou looked quite wonderful squatting,Ó he told her.  ÒBut I want to see so much more.  And you wonÕt be able to give it freely.  I know that.  You are not the first IÕve seen, the first IÕve trained.Ó  He looked up at her.  His eyes were deep and blue and hers were Hazel-brown.  ÒDo you know that?Ó he asked.
	She sighed, her breasts quivering between his gaze and hers, her nipples stiff and hard.
	ÒYes,Ó she answered.
	ÒAnd you will not be the last, either,Ó he said softly to her.
	And at once she knew what she wanted.  She wanted to be the last.  She wanted him to find her the best of all and never need another, after her.  She felt her belly relax a little.  A gentle swell formed where there had been tenseness and flatness between the bottom of her ribs and the top of her pubis.  She let her hips arch forward a little, inviting him to explore her further.
	ÒCome,Ó he said, standing.  ÒYou weaken me.Ó  He shoved her back as he stood and he grabbed her hard by the arm and she shrieked, for now he was in control, and she couldnÕt stop him.  He drew her across the room.  She stumbled but his grip was firm and he put her up against the wall.  She felt it against her face, hard and implacable.  She felt her lips against it and she wondered if they were leaving a lipstick mark upon it.  Behind her he unhooked her hands, her hands that sheÕd tried to pull apart on her own.  It was a swift, easy movement, as a trained master might make with equipment he knew very well.  She looked up as he raised her arms and to her horror she saw that there were rings in the wall, high up, waiting to receive her cuffs.  Separately they were snapped by him into the rings in the wall.  He seemed to know the rings intimately.  He didnÕt even have to drop one of her hands to fix the other up.  He merely twisted the ring a bit, while holding both her wrists wide apart, and then one of her wrists and then other went CLICK. CLICK. into the rings on the wall.
	He stepped back.  Jackie heard his footsteps in the rug.  Frantically she looked back over her shoulder, no longer confident and composed now, feeling her bottom bulbing out, with the cape too short to cover it, and she looked to see where the riding crop was.  She saw him pick it up from the floor where heÕd dropped it to fasten her against the wall.  He stroked it across his palm, lovingly, as a rider of a horse might stroke a crop, not to hurt the horse with it, but simply using it knowingly, to evoke the best possible response from the horse during the race. 
	ÒStick your ass out more,Ó the man said gruffly to Jackie.  ÒStick it out at me like you did before, and open your legs.Ó
	ÒNo!Ó Jackie gasped.  She was trembling with fear and her face had an open, panicked look to it.  Her beautiful eyes were wide and her generous mouth gaped at the sight of the crop being passed so confidently across the manÕs palm.
	ÒThere is much that must be done to you Jackie,Ó the man said.  His voice had a brutish quality to it now, as an emporer might address a half-naked gladiator in the ring.  ÒI wish you were 19, or 21, but you are not, yet your ass must be widened, and your cunt firmly opened, and your tits perhaps must be pierced, for that is the sort of thing we do here.Ó  He reached out and he grabbed her lovely piled up hair and he pulled it back, hard, as if it were a coil of rope he might use to climb the wall with.  ÒGive me a gag,Ó he said gruffly to his friends.  ÒSheÕll scream to high heaven if we donÕt put one in her.Ó
	ÒNo, please!Ó Jackie moaned, but at once one of the men, though heÕd laughed at her master earlier, appeared at his side and gave him a gag.  Her master wrapped it around her mouth, fiercely.  He wedged it deep, forcing her tongue back.  It was made of canvas and it felt strange in JackieÕs mouth, for sheÕd never been gagged before, least of all by her boyfriend, who sheÕd had to explain what a condom was to, even though he was on the school football team.
	Like him, this man had a gentle quality to him, perhaps a shyness, but when aroused and enraged he become quite uncontrollable.  Jackie felt her knees sag and she might have stooped, she was so scared now, but heÕd made her stand on tip-toe when heÕd pinned her against the wall, and she could only bend her knees just the slightest bit, and she thought she might faint.
	ÒThere, wide apart!Ó the man said.  ÒWhy didnÕt they put restraints on your ankles?Ó  He made her separate her legs and Jackie found herself straining, hard-pressed against the wall.  ÒTurn your head, there,Ó the man said to her.  ÒDonÕt face into the wall.Ó  He eased her face so that it looked along the wall and her cheek pressed to it.  ÒKeep it that way,Ó he said.  ÒI donÕt want you smashing your teeth against the wall.  Why did they take out the post?Ó he asked the other men angrily.
	ÒThey want a new one, the old one has too many whip marks cut into it,Ó a fellow replied.
	ÒWell this is certainly harder,Ó her master answered.  ÒFirst I was all gentle and kind to her, and she humiliated me, and now IÕve got to watch out I donÕt mess up her face and ruin her teeth.Ó  He pressed her face hard against the wall, making her cheek smoosh up against it.  She felt the canvas gag between her cheek and the wall.  It was soft, she worked her mouth and was glad it was soft for a normal canvas gag would have chafed the corners of her mouth.  Her lips tried to close over the gag but it was too big, wadded into her, and she felt like some odd Miss Bill, with a big O shaped mouth, the gag keeping her lips wide apart.
	ÒNow, remain so,Ó her master said easily.  He stepped back.  ÒHave you ever gone to the dentist?Ó he asked Jackie.  She nodded, wide eyed, unknowing what else to do.
	ÒGood.  Think of me as your dentist,Ó he said.  And then, quite abruptly, after all that long period of care and concern and attention heÕd given her, he slashed the riding crop very hard across her bottom.
	ÒEEEEEEEEEeeeeeyEEEE!Ó Jackie cried.  She launched herself up on her toes and scrabbled her hands against the wall, trying to climb it.  She yelled at the top of her voice and she kicked her legs back and up and to the side as she felt the sting of the crop sink into her ass.  Her fleshy cheeks wobbled and moved with some kind of energy of their own, first in, under the crop, then bouncing out, then clenching and moving with her legs as she danced.  She felt a bright mark of pain where the crop had touched her and it grew and blossomed and she knew it must be horrible, for it felt horrible, a long streak of red on her pale white heinie.
	ÒHer first welt,Ó the man whoÕd claimed her and was her master boasted to his friends.  Jackie sobbed into her gag.  She felt utterly humiliated.  Her little cape waved, like Supergirl, as she attempted to leap up the wall.  Finally, the men enjoying the show and not interfering, she found herself pressed against the wall, her forehead butting against it and looking down at her toes.  Her breasts heaved with her sighs and her crying gasps.  Her gag muffled all.  Finally her master reached in, gently he took her chin and he lifted it and moved her face so that her cheek pressed against the wall.
	ÒDonÕt worry,Ó he said to her, adjusting her head, patting her hair that tumbled down round her eyes and past her shoulders and partway down her back.  ÒYour bottom is just as beautiful as before, only now it bears my mark.Ó  Jackie shook her head ÔnoÕ, ÔNOÕ I donÕt want to bear your mark, she tried say.  But the gag muffled her and she felt his big hand on her head, moving it, placing it just like he liked it, and then he took hold of her long round lovely thighs, so neatly tanned by the pool, and he wrenched them apart.  He caught her next by her hips and his big fingers gripped her and he pulled her bottom back and made her show it to him, like sheÕd shown it before, sticking it out, yet then heÕd been angry at seeing her do that and now he was forcing her to.
	ÒYes, just like that,Ó he said.  ÒKeep it that way Ôtil I hit you again.  Then you may move it however you please.Ó  He stepped back.  Jackie trembled fiercely, trying to hold the pose, yet desperate with pain and fear at what would happen to her poor bottom.
	He savored her postion.  His friends looked at her standing naked against the wall, just the little useless cape covering her, and then not even where it mattered, and he stared at her, watching her every little tensing of her behind and grimace of her waiting eyes and mouth.
	SWAAAK!  Finally it came.  It was almost a relief to her when it did come, for sheÕd waited so long for it, yet knew she couldnÕt escape it.  When the crop finally struck her she felt a sense of control return to her, even as she gasped and screamed, for now she could deal with the pain, let it pass through her, manage it somehow, instead of just tensely waiting.
	Jackie cried out in a high-pitched voice.  Her white bottom, burned red a second time with a line from the crop across it, flexed and humped and bulbed obscenely.  She reached for the moon, mooning the men in the meantime, and then she danced about, caught up against the wall and unable to go anywhere, yet dancing as energetically as she ever had in any nightclub.
	At last, quivering sobs seizing her, Jackie was able to hang her head and gaze at her heaving breasts again and stare at her toes.  She panted and whimpered.  She felt her master come up to her and kiss the back of her head and then kiss her cheek.  He pressed himself against her.  She felt his clothes and, where her cape ended, she felt a protuberance, and she knew he was pressing his manhood against her, all excited at her display.
	ÒYes,Ó he breathed.  ÒYou did very well, and I want to whip you more, but this wall is too difficult.  I must take you someplace else.  Downstairs there is equipment we can use.  I will take you there,Ó he said, deciding as he spoke.
	She was unfastened.  She felt relief wash through her but it was tinged with fear, for he held her wrists tightly after heÕd unloosed them and he quickly secured them behind her back.  She felt awful.  He was big and strong and she was little and small, just 5Õ 5Ó, yet he kept every advantage over her, locking her hands together, leaving her gag on.  He adjusted her cape.  He told her she looked very pretty in it.  She threw her head, angrily, a quick decisive denying motion, but he only laughed, for it was futile, she could no more deny him than a horse tethered in its stable could deny its master.
	ÒYou have such lovely hair,Ó he said to her, whispering.  ÒAnd you may be as angry as you please, little one.Ó  He laughed and kissed her cheek and she could do nothing to deny him.
	He took her downstairs then.  Away from the other men, down the stairs sheÕd come up, down the hall, and down another flight of stairs.  She had to walk carefully down the stairs for she had no use of her hands.  He guided her with a hand lightly on her shoulder, almost not holding her at all, and she wondered if he would catch her if she fell.  Yet his presence was there, always, and she had no hope of running away.
	He led her into a darkened room.  The man who Jackie knew only as her master flicked on a light.  Suddenly, before her wild unbelieving eyes, she saw a room filled with equipment that was beyond all her comprehension.  Trestles and padded bars and ladders, big wooden XÕs, a noose hanging in a corner, a guillotine in another, from which hung suspended a shiny blade.  And, ranged along the wall, well-polished, as if for some kind of unusual circus, were whips and knouts and more manacles than she could count, and other things besides, too wicked to understand or describe.
	Yet there was, amidst all this horror, a small table.  It was set with a plate on each side, being a small round table, and upon it there were a dozen roses, standing up straight in a crystal vase.  He led her over to the table and sat her welted bottom down on a chair with a satin cushion on its seat.  Jackie grimaced as her bottom came into contact with the cushion, but he made her sit on it, pressing on her small tanned shoulder, watching her breasts bounce as she negotiated herself with the welts screaming up from her ass.  Tears rolled down her cheeks.  She looked up at him.  Gently he untied her gag.  
	ÒThank you,Ó was all she could gasp, as she felt it drawn from her mouth.  She licked her lips and her teeth and drew in her breath and was glad to find it flowing again through her mouth, instead of her small little nose.  
	He drew a chair over and sat next to her.  ÒI want you to eat, before we begin, before we do anymore,Ó he told her quite frankly.  ÒYouÕll need lots of energy and youÕll need to be able to keep your strength up.Ó
	ÒOh, this place is so awful!Ó Jackie moaned.  Her voice caught in her throat and she glanced about.  She did not even try to deny his wishes (she knew that was quite futile) but she admitted her fear and hoped desperately heÕd find some way to pity her.
	ÒNone of these things can harm you,Ó her master replied.  He lifted a pear, a sweet young pear, shaped like her body, with its swelling hips, but without the perfection of her full round breasts, hanging out so sweetly in front of her, and he placed it upon the lips of her frightened mouth.  ÒEat,Ó he said.  ÒOnly I can harm you, using these things, but you can obey me and do as I say and perhaps IÕll go easy on you.Ó
	Staring at him, she took a bite of the pear.  With difficulty she chewed and swallowed it.  He watched her, mesmerized, as heÕd been in the room upstairs.  He watched the lift and the gentle fall of her breasts.  He made her eat the entire pear.  He went as slowly as she desired, letting her chew it fully.  There was a small glass of water beside her plate and he let her drink.  When she wanted more, eating the cherries he fed her, and the apple, and the chees, he gave her his own glass of water.  He held it for her and let her drink it fast or slow as she pleased, for she could hold nothing, her hands still being locked behind her.
	ÒIÕm afraid,Ó he told her at last, Òthat all your drinking had made me have to go to the bathroom.Ó  As she watching, eating a last bite from an apple, he stood up.  He walked to a small hole in the wall and he inserted his penis into it.  ÒDonÕt worry,Ó he called back over his shoulder to her.  ÒItÕs thoroughly cleaned every day.  No men have used it yet today, IÕm the first.Ó  And she hoped he was telling her this because he intended to use her in some normal way, like her boyfriend back home did, perhaps sparing her the torment of the machines and equipment she saw all around her.
	He returned to her, zipping himself up.  ÒIÕm afraid if you have to go it will be in a glass, perhaps one of these, or a bowl,Ó he told her, sitting down again.  ÒThat one only works for men.Ó
	She stared at him.  She wanted to flee him but he was terribly handsome and she was afraid it would only cost her, or, worse, put her into the hands of the men she didnÕt like upstairs.
	Jackie heard the door at the top of the stairs open.  A man and woman descended partway.  The woman was topless, the man fully clothed, like her master.  They were eating party food.
	ÒOh, there she is!Ó the woman laughed.  ÒSomeone said sheÕd escaped.Ó
	ÒDonÕt be too gentle,Ó the man admonished JackieÕs master.  ÒI think you left the last girl disappointed.Ó
	ÒThis oneÕs young, only 15,Ó JackieÕs master answered.  He looked up at them, reached out and stroked JackieÕs face.
	Jackie figeted in her seat, embarrassed, her once perfectly coiffed and ribboned hair loose, falling into her eyes.  Her breath tasted of cherries and apples.  She felt the eyes of the interlopers on her bare breasts and her soft indrawn tummy, her tightly pressed thighs, which she drew more closely together than theyÕd been for her master, when sheÕd let them part a little, letting him see into that which she hoped he favored, over the awful equipment.
	ÒHave you beaten her yet?Ó the woman asked.  She bit into a piece of cake, held a cup of punch in her other hand.  Her husband, or perhaps it was her lover, ate a stalk of celery with cheese piled high in it.
	ÒA little,Ó JackieÕs master answered.
	ÒShe looks awfully fresh,Ó the man said.  ÒYou must be more complete.  She should radiate openness.  Look how she closes her thighs!Ó
	JackieÕs master looked from the guests down between JackieÕs legs, at her pubis, at how her legs tried to hide her sex.
	ÒI will train her,Ó he replied to the guests.
	ÒAs you will, but I wouldnÕt have given an inch, not with a man as careful and nice as you are,Ó the woman said to JackieÕs master.  
	ÒYou couldnÕt give an inch.  You were too well tied,Ó the man with the woman who was eating cake now, so casually, told her.  The woman laughed.  They turned, walked upstairs, closed the door.
	JackieÕs master turned to her.  He looked again at her pose, how she sat stiffly on the chair, with her thighs pressed tightly together.
	ÒYou impugn my honor,Ó he said to her.  He said it softly, gently, but there was an implacability in it, an air of determination that Jackie knew she couldnÕt dissuade.  Immediately she let her thighs spring apart.  She let him see all he wished, but it was too late.
	Master fished in his pocket.  He drew forth two small brass clips.  He tossed them onto the table, as one might toss out trinkets to a child to play with.  Jackie blanched.  She could guess what they were without having to ask.  SheÕd never worn any before, and she could feel her nipples tingle with fright as she regarded them.
	Master took an apple from his plate.  He ate it slowly, letting Jackie gaze at the clips as he ate, her arms securely locked behind her back, her nipples shivering nakedly before the two of them, both of them knowing what must happen.
	Finally she looked up at him.  Her lips formed a simple, soft, pleading question:  ÒWhy?Ó  She asked.  She asked it with the high, anxious voice of a little girl afraid of a shot.
	ÒHave you ever worn them before?Ó he asked, taking a final bite from his apple.  She shook her head in a quick Ôno.Õ
	ÒThatÕs why,Ó he told her.  He grinned.  He lifted his glass and then realized heÕd let her drink all the water from it.  He placed it back on the table.  ÒIf you think IÕm going to let you get away without wearing these, when youÕve never worn them before, youÕre crazy,Ó he said to her.  ÒAnd I know, with youÕre being here, with youÕre having been willing to show up, that someoneÕs going to clamp your little titties one of these days.  If I donÕt, youÕll always despise me, deep down, because I wasnÕt bold enough to do it, and the other man was.Ó
	Jackie gulped.  She knew, despite her fears, despite her naysaying, that he was right.  Gently he lifted a clip.  ÒDonÕt worry.  ThereÕs much fiercer ones than these,Ó he told her.  He took one of her soft uptilted bosoms in his hand.  Her nipple was hard, she couldnÕt help herself.  She drew in her breath.  Her breast rose a little from his hand, trying to escape.  He laughed, caught her more firmly.  He prised open the mouth of the clamp and drew his fingertips out to the tense end of her teat, held her budding nipple tight.  But not as tight as the clamp would.	ÒOoooh!Ó Jackie exclaimed.  The clamp closed over her hard little nipple and bit into it like a babyÕs teeth.  Suddenly, on the very tip of her lovely big breast, which hung so freely, which swayed with her every movement, she sported a naughty little mouth that bit into the tenderest part of her.  She wriggled her breast free of her masterÕs hand.  She tried to shake off the clamp but it hung on, and with her hands locked behind her she could do nothing to escape it.
	ÒNow for the other,Ó Master said to her.  He reached for her tit, she tried to escape, but her tit was large and though she drew back from him he had no trouble catching it.  He took the other clamp from the table and popped open its mouth.  ÒBye, bye, virginity,Ó he laughed.  And then JackieÕs other tit, which had only ever felt the warm comforting cup of a bra, felt suddenly the biting mouth of the evil little clamp.
	ÒNow you know what itÕs like for a man to have his erection up your cunt,Ó Master told her.  Jackie pouted, felt tears well in her eyes.  The clamps hurt!  There was no getting around it.  She felt like twin babies were nursing at her, very hungry babies, and she wondered for a moment if that is indeed what it felt like.  ÒIÕm afraid IÕm going to be very unfair with you,Ó Master told Jackie.  ÒFor even as IÕm clipping you and locking you up, first your hands, now your tits, IÕm going to undo myself.Ó  He grinned at her.  As she watched, wide-eyed, her bosoms hurting with the clamps stuck on the ends of them, Master reached down and unzipped his trousers.  To JackieÕs amazed eyes he parted his underpants and drew through the hole in the front of them a long, thickly pulsing cock.  Gasping, seeing the full extent of it, marvelling at its awful hugeness, Jackie wondered how her master had ever managed to stuff such a big thing into his pants.  It quavered before her eyes and, as she gulpingly remembered that her period was far away and sheÕd be denyed any pills during her stay here, she saw that masterÕs cock already had a bead of pre-cum oozing happily from its tip.  ÒAhhhh,Ó master groaned.  ÒSorry to be impolite, but that feels so much better,Ó he breathed.  He looked at himself wiggling around stiffly with admiration, a flagpole without a flag.  ÒIÕd ask you to salute the damn thing but youÕve got your hands tied behind your back,Ó he told her.  
	Absently, without even thinking, and knowing she shouldnÕt have the moment she did it, Jackie licked her lips.  Master laughed.  ÒWhy yes!Ó he said.  ÒI had the same thought myself.  Bend over, dear.  Why should I be discreet about it?  And I can whip you much more soundly if IÕm not distracted by this damn thing.Ó
	ÒNoooo!Ó Jackie protested, but he gruffly told her sheÕd drunk two cups of water and if she was that thirsty, she may as well have what was hanging between his legs as well.  He fitted her gasping apple-flavored mouth over his cock.  He thrust himself up, like an eager boy.  She was forced to accept him.  SheÕd blown her boyfriend a few times, when sheÕd been too embarrassed to let him fuck her, but now a manÕs cock entered her mouth, and she had difficulty accepting it.  The head was huge and its knob split her lips apart, wider than the canvas gag had.  Following it came his shaft, and as Jackie felt the knob of his manhood hit the back of her throat she gagged.
	Gently he brushed her hair back from her eyes, still holding her down by her head.  ÒSuck,Ó he told her.  ÒIt will be much smaller after you make me cum.Ó
	Jackie mouthed him.  She licked his shaft and did her best to permit his knobbed head to bang against the back of her mouth.  He tried to fit himself down her throat but she couldnÕt take it, almost vomiting.  He contented himself with what she could take, finally, and eased himself back in his seat and told her to lick and suck and perhaps, withdrawing a bit, if she dared, blow him until he came in her mouth.  ÒThen,Ó he told her, ominously, ÒYouÕll be beaten.Ó
	Jackie wanted to bite him.  She hated him and she hated herself for coming here, for letting Elaine take her picture, for letting herself be invited.  Yet, as she contemplated biting his shaft, she couldnÕt bring herself to do it.  He was too gorgeous, and his thing was as gorgoeus as he was, and even though she hated having it forced into her mouth she felt a certain awe for it, a certain profound respect.  And so, try as she might to bring herself to bite hard into his big intrusive mean shaft, the shaft he kept trying to gag her with, she couldnÕt.  Yet even as she showed compassion for his thing she could feel her breasts hanging down underneath her, and both her nipples screamed with the awful biting clamps that were cutting into them.
	ÒCome,Ó Master said, lifting JackieÕs head a little to watch her work.  ÒMess up your face.  Make me spurt all over your makeup and into your lovely eyes and up your nose and all over your teeth, yes your teeth, young lady, and your lips.Ó  He sighed.  Ginger did bite him a little then, teased by him in this way, but it was only a small bite, and she only made him laugh.  ÒAm I too big for you to bite off, hmmmm?Ó he laughed at her.  ÒCanÕt you do it?  Or are you too afraid of me to do it?Ó  He gave a deep, hearty laugh, making his chest shake and, since her mouth was connected to him, it made her titties wiggle quite energetically beneath her.
	Even as she sucked upon his erection, pleasing him, she tried somehow hopefully to not make him cum.  For when he came, he kept telling her, taunting her, she would be beaten.  And when he came, for a little while at least, he would have no interest in her pussy, and any hope of sparing herself the tortures of the room in favor of a warm snuggly bed upstairs would be lost.
	Then, quite suddenly, frightened and shrieking, she felt him bubble and shoot up into her mouth and her face.  It was a fusillade, like something out of a war.  It spattered like gunfire across her face and it did indeed shoot up her nose and blind her, briefly, by splattering up into her eyes.  Jackie tried desperately to raise her head, but he kept her bent over, and he thoroughly enjoyed, in the wickedest of ways, seeing her struggle as she tried to escape his geysering sperm.
	ÒAhhh,Ó Master pronounced, when it was over.  Only then did he let go of her head.  She flung it up, angrily.  Her face dripped with his cum and she gaped out at him angrily from a mask of white sperm.  She could taste it pooling inside her mouth and she snorted, horselike, to try to get it out of her nose.
	ÒDonÕt drink the water,Ó Master said to her, chuckling.  
	ÒYouÕre mean,Ó Jackie said to him.
	ÒA slave must never address her master unless sheÕs asked to,Ó he told her.  ÒExtra punishment for that.Ó
	ÒOoooh!Ó Jackie shook her head but there was nothing she could do, except fling sperm around as she moved her head quickly back and forth in denial.  Yet, even as she hated him, even as she wished sheÕd bitten is cock off (if such a huge thing could indeed be bitten off), she admired him somehow, his largess, his eruption of sperm that had so thoroughly coated her face.
	ÒNow, my dear, with my penis temporarily disabled, I can concentrate on you,Ó Master grinned at Jackie.  She looked at him with sullen eyes, feeling defeated.  She let her shoulders droop, she felt her breasts weighed down by the clamps.  Her perfect hair, her makeup, all was ruined now.  She had no control over the cellar door and she knew if the couple reappeared sheÕd feel foolish, sitting nude with clamps on her tits and her face a big white mudpack of sperm.  She felt his cum sticking to her cheeks, usually broad with a smile, in her normal life, and caked on her long lovely lashes.  She felt it sticking to her teeth, ruining her sweet apple-breath.  She stuck out her tongue at him and saw it was completely white with his essence.
	ÒHa!  Ha!  Still defiant, I like that!Ó Master told her.  In indignation at the comment Jackie sat bolt upright.  She glared at him and then she winced because the clamps on her nipples were hurting her terribly.  They were not harsh clamps, but sheÕd never worn clamps before and to her they were utterly new and utterly awful.  Her master grinned at her.  He poked her in her belly with his finger.  ÒWait Ôtil I get to work on that,Ó he told her, stabbing her tummy.  ÒThen youÕll be filing for child support, not trying to run away from me.Ó
	It was luscious, somehow, having this big man in front of her, doing what he pleased, and quite pleased to do it.  She was small and nude and he was big and still had his suit on.  HeÕd let her drink his water, heÕd fed her by hand.  And yet, now he wished to hurt her!  She wished instead heÕd take her upstairs and introduce her to the bedroom, instead of this awful chamber of horrors.  Yet she knew that whatever he wished to do, heÕd do, and she had no choice in the matter.  Did she wish for a choice?  SheÕd been bored with her old boyfriend.  Why hadnÕt she remained faithful to him?  Why had she come here, seeking pleasure?  Was he too nice?  Or was he simply not here, with her on her summer of modelling jobs?  Jackie didnÕt know.  But it was too late for such decisions to be reconsidered, and she tried to put them out of her mind and cope, instead, with what lay before her.
	Her master rose.  He was large and he gazed down at her with a look of complete possession and satisfaction on his face.  Teasingly, he reached out and took off her clamps.  Jackie hissed at the new shot of pain that coursed up from her nipples as the clamps were removed.  She screamed.  As the blood rushed back into her bitten clamps they felt even worse!  Jackie let her head roll back and she howled a bitter howl and she wept.  She found herself falling forward and her master caught her and wedged his finger into her mouth, as a kind of gag.  She did bite him then.
	ÒYeeeeoch!Ó Her master yelped.  She tasted blood in her mouth and she knew it was his.  He could have removed his finger, but he didnÕt.  Somehow, despite the pain, despite the fact she might bite him again, he left his finger in her mouth and let her suck on it until the awful pain in her breasts retreated.
	At last master reached down and toyed with JackieÕs nipples.  She flinched, she tried to withdraw.  Gently he refrained from grabbing them, yet he followed them wherever she went, lifting when she lifted, bending, and she could not escape the flickering touch of his fingers.  At last she let one of her nipples settle into his hand.  Lightly he stroked it.  
	ÒYes, there, itÕs all better now,Ó he consoled her.  She sucked on his finger still.  At last he lifted her face.  He took a napkin from the table and wiped his blood from her mouth.  Her lips were red again.  He kissed them, briefly, tasted his own blood and his jism.  Then he knelt.  Quietly he inspected her breasts.  She sat on her wounded hiney, wishing to rise, yet knowing that when she rose he would beat her.  She let him nurse at her tits.  He spent a long time suckling them, being very tender, then a little demanding, nippling her poor nipples, making her gasp out screamy cries.
	At last he stood up.  There was nothing left but to beat her now.  He left his zipper unzipped, for he was rising again, his cock at half-mast, excited at the prospect of seeing her put through her paces.  
	Master lifted Jackie to her feet.  He reached for her neck.  ÒI have to take off the cape, so I can mark your back,Ó he told her.  Shivering in his hands, frightened beyond belief, she waited with trembling knees as he unhooked the cape from her.  Suddenly, in her fear and anguish, she peed.  It sprang from her dell unexpectedly.  It splattered onto the floor, next to the nice table with the fresh roses stemming up from the vase.
	ÒAhhh,Ó Master said.  ÒYou wet my pants.Ó  He stepped back a little.  Her pee, hitting the floor underneath her, between her feet, splattered upon her ankles and calves and feet and shoes and upon the cuff of his trousers. 
	Jackie finished peeing.  She felt terrible, yet there had been nothing she could do.  The fright had brought it on, and he was responsible for frightening her.  Master seemed understanding.  He took his own napkin from the table and unfolded it and bent and, ignoring his pants, though she knew sheÕd be punished for wetting them, he carefully wiped her toes in her open-toed heels and her ankles and her calves and her new shoes.
	ÒCome,Ó Master said to her.  ÒI must make you pay for all youÕve done.Ó  He led her by her collar, hooking a finger into one of the rings that had held her cape.  It lay rumpled on the floor now, Supergirl returned to her mortal self.  He led her across the room and as she felt her nude breasts bouncing and the sway of her hips she felt like a show pony being led out for a contest.  She could feel her hair around her face and uncoiling down her bare back.  She felt her tummy, flat and indrawn, and wondered if indeed he would make it swell with his seed.  She felt the trembling of her legs as she walked and she wondered how she would ever manage to bear whatever it was he had in mind for her on this awful evening, among the nooses and guillotines and torture equipement.
	ÒYes, my pet,Ó Master told her, walking her up to a big awful machine with straps and chains hanging from it.  ÒThereÕs hardly any hope for you.  IÕm much too infatuated and curious.Ó
	It was quiet in the dungeon.  Upstairs the sound of laughter and merrymaking could be heard but down here things had progressed to a point of being quite serious, for both of them, for both knew they were being put to the test by each other.  JackieÕs master let her observe the device heÕd selected for her.  She trembled, her knees shaking as she listened to him undress behind her.  He took off his clothes slowly.  He felt his strength begin to return in his loins.  He knew that although heÕd been boyish with her before, splattering her face with his eagerness, he would now have to be more restrained.  He could not afford to simply spend on her again.  She would survive the night and she would talk with other girls and they would share secrets.  He would have to be as good as any other man, preferably better, if she were to respect him after it was over.  He could feel the tightness in his belly and the roiling, rising need in his balls.  At first it had been a simple pleasure to squirt on her, to show her how he could dominate her.  Now that initial need had blossomed again, quicker than he thought it might, for she delighted him like few other girls heÕd encountered.  She was younger than all of them and that somehow made her more sweet, for she was quite tender and new to all this.  He felt responsible for her.  At first he had simply wanted to scare her, to put his mark upon her body.  Then he had loved the tension of toying with her, of watching her eat and feeling himself engorged, even though it had hurt him to be so full in his crotch with his pants closed around his body.  And then heÕd showed her his manhood, almost like a little boy, and made her be completely submissive to it and what it contained.  
	Yet now, as he swelled and stemmed into her backside, making her flinch at the pressure of him rising against her anew, he felt a seriousness in his arms and legs and his denuded torso.  He stood behind her like a God, naked and hard and vicious, but in her nudity she was a Goddess, and a God that proved inferior to a Goddess was nothing, a whelp or a boy who could only please himself but never another.
	She waited for him to undress.  As she trembled before him, tossing her head back once to clear the hair from her eyes, she stared at the machine heÕd brought her to, like some obscene matrimonial bed, and she waited.  She might have begged or pleaded or cried, but instead she waited quietly, letting him undress.  That a girl so young and new and vulnerable, barely out of 9th grade, could show such aplomb frightened him.  He stuck her backside with his newly stiff erection.  She yelped, drew in her cheeks, then gradually settled back against his prong and continued to wait.  A tension ran along the arc of his cock, from his hairy bush to the smooth, satiny cushioned cheeks of her bottom.  He felt as if his prick were a kind of bridge between them, his body and hers, and her wait caused it to bow like a bridge under stress.
	He took hold of his cock.  It was wet at the tip and he briefly drew it across the painful reminder of his strength that heÕd burned into her soft ass.  She gasped.  She shifted her hips and bowed her head and bit her lip.  Yet her bottom, in doing so, bulbed out to him more, pushing back harder against him.  And he had to fight back the urge to spend himself on her cheeks.
	He had complete possession of her, and it was hard, for she had only to obey, while he had to command, to plan, to show the way.  She might cum a hundred times, for her pleasure or his, yet he could only come a few times this night.  Why was it so?  Why was the slave, who should have been utterly debased, so freely gifted with orgasms by the Creator?  Why was the Master, who should have been utterly calm and free with himself, instead limited to a handful of spurts, and no more?  He had the duty to make it all work.  He had to tie her and restrain her and make sure she could breathe, unless he valued her so little he simply intended to kill her.  And her beauty would not allow that.  Nor would his desire, for he drew no desire from destroying her ability to respond, but only from heightening her ability to do so.  Yet he was quite strictly limited in how many times he could spend, while she might do so innumerably.  He had to feed her and wash her and care for her, if he was to derive the maximum satisfaction from her.  He had to think of her always, while she might forget him entirely and think only of herself.
	He steeled himself for the job ahead.  She would derive satisfaction from him this time, he knew, or mark him down quietly as a failure.  He wished he had not been so eager with her earlier.  The courage of this small little creature in front of him, with her half-undone, piled up hair, with her tenderly nippled teats, her spreading thighs, her high round bottom butting back against his sex, scared him.  A shiver ran through her, but he knew it was from the waiting, from the heat she felt between her legs, and not, in the end, from what he might do to her.  If she had been truly scared of him she would have cried out in the room upstairs when she first faced him.  Or she might have begged for help when he brought her down the front steps, or when the couple from upstairs intruded upon the basement stairs.  Yet, despite being hurt by him, despite the twin welts heÕd given her, her first, across the satiny cheeks of her white-fleshed bottom, she stood immobile, uttering only little soft breathy sounds, the sound of her breathing.
	He resolved to induce in her more tension and respect.  He leaned over her, grabbed her around the waist as one might grab a smart little sister who was too big for her britches.  She gasped, let out a cry at the sudden attack.  He leaned in over her, forcing her forward.  His hairy forearm clamped itself across her stomach, forcing her breath out.  He reached down underneath the beam that lay horizontally on the machine before them.  He twisted a knob.  Suddenly, out the top of the beam, from its flat innocuous surface, rose a missile-like prick.  It was about half the size of his cock in width, and he cranked it up under her gaping, virginal eyes until about two inches of it extruded.
	ÒIÕm going to make you sit on this,Ó he told her.  ÒI canÕt possibly take your tight little ass right away.  You have to be opened up first.  This will help.  Have you ever sat on anything like this before?Ó  He knew the answer before she replied.  HeÕd read her physical from the doctor.
	ÒNo!Ó she gasped.  SheÕd only been fucked in her pussy by her boyfriend back home.  SheÕd refused to let the doctor even put a finger into her rear-end.  Yet now the object before her was a good deal larger than a finger, though smaller still than the cock he intended to violate her with by nightÕs end.
	ÒI donÕt--Ó she said, turning her head.  He saw fear in her eyes and was glad.  
	ÒYou donÕt what?Ó he asked.  His voice was slow, measured.  He was in his rightful place again, with himself in control and her shuddering in his grasp.
	ÒJust my pussy, please,Ó she breathed.  Like a little girl she pointed to her dell.  She let her finger, in its pointing, graze the spot between her open legs where she wanted him.
	He laughed.  It was the good, hearty laugh of the all-knowing, all-encompassing Master.  
	ÒYou think I should be content with that?Ó he sneered.  He turned her around as she showed, with her finger, where she wanted him.  He gazed down at her lovely young form with impunity.  ÒYou gave that away to another,Ó he said.  ÒI want something new.  And what I want, I take.  Do you think you will order your master about, make him your slave?Ó  He slapped her.  But it was a light slap, just enough to leave a hand-print on her cheek.  She gasped.  A whimper escaped her and she looked down at his very hard cock.  It throbbed against her belly.  It indented her soft flesh, as if trying to burrow into it, an Alien in reverse, seeking to thrust her through like a lance.
	ÒCome,Ó he said.  He reached back and unsnapped her hands.  He lifted her to place her atop the beam.
	ÒNo!Ó Jackie shrieked.  But somehow her hands, in beating against his chest, wound up around her neck.  She steadied herself against him.  She bit her lip.  He lifted first one of her legs, holding her under her thigh, then the other.  With a grimace she felt herself wedged atop and then, giving a shout, placed down upon the plug.  It was well-greased, having risen from a sheath in the wood larded with grease, and it went up her with ferocious ease.
	ÒOooooh!  Get me off!Ó Jackie insisted.  Master laughed.
	ÒDo you think youÕre at Disneyland?  Am I just some attendant here for your pleasure?Ó  He touched her chin.  He watched the working of her lips as she felt her hiney irrevocably settled upon the plug.  ÒNot tonight, my dear.  Tonight you may ask, or beg, it doesnÕt matter, but I will not help you.  I will do as I wish and you will have to put up with it as best as you can.  How often does the sister say to her brother, ÔDo this?Õ  Or to her father, ÔDo that?Õ  And they spring to her aid, retrieving her, helping her, casting their coat down so that she might walk through Hell unsinged?  Not tonight, my little one.  This dungeon does not exist for you to be protected from it.  It is a Male thing, and I have brought you into it to make you feel life in reverse for a change, to make you a creature of my whim instead of me a creature of yours.Ó  Yet even as he spoke he knew it was all lies, for she let go of him and almost toppled back and he had to reach out and catch her, like one might catch a fine China dish.  
	ÒNo, I donÕt want to be on this thing!Ó Jackie said to him quite seriously.  He gazed into her face.  He held her small fragile body and he watched her breath and how it made her twin bosoms rise and fall on her chest.
	ÒYouÕre already on it, my dear,Ó he replied.  ÒQuite plugged, right in your ass where things should come out but where a Man wishes to see things go in, go up!Ó  He laughed at her.  Then, carefully, he lifted her hands, and with that sure easy grip of a Master whoÕd done this before, to other girls before her and perhaps to other girls after her, he clicked her uplifted, straining arms into overhead restraints.  They made her stretch, sitting on the beam, as if up to Heaven, seeking redemption.
	ÒYes,Ó he chuckled.  He tweaked her tender nipples and watched her stiffen.  ÒNow letÕs get these legs apart and up around my waist, hmmm?Ó  YouÕre going to be fucked in two places at once now, my cock in your hungry little snatch and that plug up your ass!  Have you ever been taken in both places at once, hmmm?Ó
	She nodded quite distinctly that she had not.  Her answer thrilled him.  
	ÒAhhh, your poor incompetent boyfriend did not take you through your paces, I see.  He was not so inventive.  You need a man for that.  How lucky you found me.  YouÕll find IÕm quite depraved.Ó  He laughed but secretly hoped she found him at least as self-controlled as he was depraved, for he didnÕt wish to spend in her this second time, only to violate her.  He prodded her dell with his stemming cock.  She looked down at his hardness, at his lance that once again bruited itself against her, but this time in a place where she might receive him without harm.  And, shoving within her closeness, he felt her legs wrap eagerly around his waist as he lifted them up.  He had only to place her thighs up around his hips and immediately she was like a clamp upon him, drawing him in, sucking his hugeness into her tight little dell and gasping into his face, but nonetheless pulling him hard with her close-wrapped calves, keeping him from escaping.
	ÒUnnnnh!Ó Master groaned.  For a moment he wondered at his status, for the young beautiful creature seemed to capture him, despite his largeness and her smallness.  He was Siren-struck.  His dick plowed into her dell and she pleaded that he must not violate her, but at the same time her calves worked hard to yank him against her.  In a groin-shattering moment he found himself deeply embedded.  He kissed her lips and prayed he could recover himself from her depths without losing her seed.  He wanted her ass, he needed her strength for her nether hole.  
	Now she began to buck.  Despite the hard plug up her ass she rocked atop the beam and fucked him hard with her snatch.  Master gasped, coughed, groaned.  He felt himself sliding back as she rocked back away from him, then into her again as she leaned forward.  There was a marvellous freedom given to her by the restraints.  By yanking on them with her captive arms, she was able to move back and forth against him like some girl on a playground ride.  He was in her and he could not step back for her calves kept him prisoner.  Back and forth she went, moving him in and out, and he throbbed in her desperately.  He felt his balls tighten against the underside of his groin and they notified him that they could not handle such a vigorous invitation for very long.  Master tossed his head back, not knowing what to do.  Dare he reach back and untangle her legs from behind himself?  It would be almost unmanly, would it not?  Must he not let her clamp him if she wished?  After all he was Master, the all-seeing, all-powerful, while she was the meek vulnerable little slave.  Yet as he stood caught by her, her ankles crossed behind his waist, he felt the slave.  His balls swelled and his cock grew desperate.  He tried to back off her but her little legs clamped him harder.
	ÒNo!  You wench!Ó he cried.  Jackie cried out in pleasure.  She bounced against him.  She laughed.  And suddenly, with her shrieking merrily in his ear, Master felt himself overwhelmed.

	They walked up the stairs hand in hand.  Though he might have hanged her or cut her legs off, he did not.  She delighted him too much for that.  Impulsively she stood on her toes and clasped him and kissed him as they mounted the steps.  He held her around her waist, easily, feeling himself drained and conquered.  
	Another couple opened the cellar door as they were about to step through it.  A man, wearing a mask.  A girl, her hands bound, looking frightened.  Yet Sam (for that was his real name) knew that they would ascend the steps, quite probably, in an hour or two just as he and Jackie were, the man in tow to the woman, she the victor, he the happy victim.  The nooses and chains and all that brooded down there served only to frighten.  To arouse a response.  In the end they were as harmless as the men themselves, reduced to a paucity of their former vigor.  
	An orgy was commencing in the room where there had earlier been a mere party.  Sam spotted entangled arms and legs, groping hands, small feet lifted and raised as girls let themselves fall prey to hairy men.  He heard sighs, muffled laughter.  The females feigned disapproval of their suitorÕs behavior but gave slight resistance to their efforts.  
	ÒCome, we must join them!Ó Jackie said happily to Sam.  She was free with her sexuality now, liberated by his attacks on her.
	ÒI--Ó Sam answered.  She glanced down at his cock.  He was quite spent, though he might rise again in perhaps 20 minutes.
	She leaned in against him and kissed him.  ÒCome when youÕre ready!Ó she gushed.  Then, her hair uncoiled and flying behind her, she leapt into the room and settled her nude figure into the fray.   

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