NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SINS OF THE FLESH
Chapter Two
Jackie lay in the bathtub. Bubbles lay in layers atop the still water. Elaine entered the bathroom nude, brushing her hair. She glanced at JackieÕs nose and eyes peeping up from the tub bubbles, all else submerged except for her small round bottom which, inexplicably, she stuck above the bubbles along with her nose. Jackie giggled, sending a small plume of bubbles up and away from their fellows with the breath from her nose. Her bottom, almost like the tail of a dog, wiggled in accompaniment.
Elaine decided to take the girlÕs silly demeanor for an invitation. She walked over to her and sat down on the edge of the tub. A towel happened to be folded across the tubÕs edge, perhaps for Jackie when she got out, and Elaine moved the towel down a little and sat so she could look at the marks her master had put on her ass.
ÒAlmost faded now,Ó Elaine said. She reached into the tub and put a hand under JackieÕs tummy to keep her bottom aloft, then used her other hand to skim it lightly across JackieÕs fanny.
ÒOooh. DonÕt!Ó Jackie whined.
ÒSilly, it canÕt possibly hurt anymore,Ó Elaine said. She patted the girlÕs bottom and found she didnÕt flinch. ÒSee?Ó
ÒWell IÕm still careful about it,Ó Jackie said cautiously.
ÒWhat will you do once your masterÕs marks are gone? Hmmm?Ó Elaine asked the girl. SheÕd been parading her bottom around for almost a week now, talking about it incessantly and taking prissy precautions with it. ÔOh, I canÕt sit there!Õ sheÕd declare, eating lunch with Elaine and the other models. ÔThat chair looks much too hard.Õ Or, in the morning, she would insist that Elaine tie her shoes for her, for she said bending over herself to do them stretched her welts too much, and sitting was even worse. But now her masterÕs marks were very light pink stripes on her ass, shading away into the white of her bottomflesh in places, leaving no trace of her ordeal.
ÒWell, I wonÕt ever see HIM again, thatÕs for sure!Ó Jackie said loudly.
ÒKeep your bottom up. DonÕt wiggle so much,Ó Elaine replied. She ran her finger again over the girlÕs marks. She noted with satisfaction how, when told, Jackie could keep quite still, the marks having no special qualities anymore. To give the girl something to keep her mind busy, Elaine suddenly parted JackieÕs cheeks with her hands. She wedged her thumb into her bottom.
ÒOOooch!Ó Jackie blurted. Her head rose up from the foam completely. Her small swan-like neck strained.
ÒThere. Feel better now, hmmm?Ó Elaine asked. She withdrew her thumb from the girlÕs hole and a little outsucking pop could be heard.
ÒOh, donÕt DO that!!Ó Jackie protested. ÒNow my bottom hurts!Ó
ÒGood,Ó Elaine answered. She stood and tossed back her blonde hair. She was tall and tanned, a golden Aphrodite, the kind of girl men fear, because of her beauty. She had flashing blue eyes that penetrated whomever she looked at and her mouth was inviting. She gazed down at the kitten-like form in the water. Slender, four years younger than herself, little Jackie had the good fortune, in ElaineÕs opinion, of being a brunette. Men didnÕt fear her, except possibly because of her age, and as a result sheÕd been swamped with male attention at their party. Elaine knew that every man her own beauty scared away turned to a girl like Jackie instead.
ÒYouÕre still an initiate, you know,Ó Elaine told Jackie.
ÒOooh, really?Ó Jackie replied. She wriggled her bare ass. She looked up at Elaine and the blonde stared down at her friend with a sense of possession.
ÒYes,Ó Elaine said. ÒBut you donÕt have to have Sam as your master again if you donÕt want to. I noticed you left after breakfast Saturday morning...Ó
ÒOh, I was just tired,Ó Jackie replied. She settled lower into the bubbles.
ÒThe party lasted all weekend, you know,Ó Elaine said. She went to the bathroomÕs sink and looked into the big mirror above it and began brushing her hair.
ÒWell...Ó Jackie said.
Elaine laughed. Perhaps to maintain a sense of modesty among themselves they hadnÕt discussed the orgy in its particular terms. But now, with a new weekend almost upon them, Elaine felt a strange energy coursing through her and she raised the subject directly. ÒI watched you rolling around among all the bodies. You were quite popular!Ó
ÒI couldnÕt really see who was doing what to me,Ó Jackie said shyly. ÒOr who I was doing what to.Ó
ÒWell, the men found you quite delectable. I think they knew very well who they were doing it to!Ó
ÒAt least none of them got himself up my bottom,Ó Jackie said quietly.
ÒOh, your treasured little bottom!Ó Elaine laughed. She looked at the girl, still brushing out her long locks. ÒYouÕre just lucky, thatÕs all. The men were all too randy to get themselves up you without hurting you. I wouldnÕt count on being so lucky next time, though!Ó
ÒIÕm only 15,Ó Jackie said. ÒThey should wait at least until IÕve finished my SECOND year of high school before they do my poop hole!Ó
ÒWell,Ó Elaine said. ÒI notice you havenÕt been returning SamÕs calls. Shall I arrange for a different guy to have you this weekend?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Jackie said quite definitely. Elaine realized sheÕd treaded too closely onto the girlÕs morals. She was resisting not because she didnÕt want to, but because she didnÕt want to admit what she wanted to. And, listening to the girlÕs voice and watching her face, she knew the ÔnoÕ hadnÕt been produced by a desire to return to Sam. SheÕd conqured him. She had no more interest in him. Although, Elaine mused, the girl was quite happy to have Sam calling. But the calls would all go unreturned.
ÒWell, weÕre having a little get-together this weekend at JoyceÕs,Ó Elaine told Jackie. ÒShe owns her own modelling agency and some of her models are earning really high fees. IÕm going, and a guyÕs escorting me. He used to play football but now heÕs in real estate. I told him he could bring a friend of his along. IÕll let them both escort me if you donÕt want to come.Ó She turned and, without saying another word, she left the bathroom.
All afternoon Jackie lounged about ElaineÕs apartment. She skipped a modelling assignment and went with ElaineÕs to the hair dressers. They did their makeup together afterward, sitting on the sun porch out behind ElaineÕs apartment, wearing just small bikinis that neither could get wet and sipping pink lemondade. They stayed under the roof of the porch, out of the sun, and kept the patio doors leading into ElaineÕs apartment wide open. The cool air from inside wafted out across them, keeping them feeling pleasant despite the heat of the day. It was, thankfully, not as hot this afternoon as on other days. But the girls, sitting in small bikinis tied with miniscule bows, felt a warmth inside themselves. It was a burning desirous warmth that no amount of air conditioning could alleviate.
ÒYouÕre awfully pokey about going home today if youÕre not planning to go out,Ó Elaine said. She caught Jackie by the chin and drew the girlÕs face close to her. She selected a pale lipstick and traced it across the girlÕs lips.
ÒOoo I miooght gooo oooutt,Ó Jackie mouthed over the lipstick.
ÒDonÕt talk when IÕm putting lipstick on you,Ó Elaine answered. She retraced her line across the girlÕs lips, making them glossier. Then she drew her hand away, and let go of JackieÕs chin. Jackie puckered her lips, then smacked them.
ÒMmmm, I like this lipstick!Ó Jackie said. She gazed at her face into a small mirror set up on the table.
ÒYouÕre going to look very pretty tonight reading the Encyclopedia Britannica,Ó Elaine teased.
ÒWell, I just want to see what your boyfriend looks like,Ó Jackie said.
ÒOh, curious hmmm?Ó Elaine asked. She reached for one of the girlÕs hands and drew it to her and began painting her nails. ÒCuriosity killed the cat.Ó
ÒI know,Ó Jackie said. She gave a childish sigh.
Jackie was quite excited by the time the men were due to arrive. For a girl whoÕd pledged not to go out, she was certainly dressed well. Elaine had ordered a party dress for her from a boutique downtown and it arrived just a half hour before the men were due, and Jackie, though saying again that she was certainly not going out, put the dress on.
ÒJust to try it, since you were so nice to buy it,Ó Jackie said to Elaine as Elaine zipped it up for her. But then sheÕd kept it on, and now sat on the couch with sparkling eyes and an alert figure.
The doorbell rang. Elaine let the men wait a minute, composed herself, checked her hair. Then, with a sly glance at Jackie, who gave her an innocent stare in reply, she went to the door.
Two men entered, one bulky, the other slimmer. One looked about 35, and Jackie suspected he was the ex-football player. The other was slightly taller, but slimmer, and no more than 21.
ÒHi, guys,Ó Elaine smiled. She drew them both over to the couch where Jackie was sitting and the brunette, pretending to be a little startled, squeezed herself against the end of the couch as both men sat down on it. The slimmer, younger one was placed so that he was next to Elaine.
ÒHi,Ó he said cheerfully to the brunette.
ÒOoooh, hello,Ó Elaine said, all mixed-signals and, perhaps, Elaine thought, mixed emotions too, for she figeted with her hands and looked away from the boy. But then when he turned his head away from her, she looked immediately back at him, and this time she did not take her eyes off him.
They left ElaineÕs apartment shortly after, Jackie in tow, though she skipped along a little behind the young man who held her hand, as if too small to keep up with his long-legged stride. They entered a car driven by the ex-football player and drove out to JoyceÕs.
Joyce lived in a quiet-looking colonial-style home out in the suburbs. It distinguished itself from the other homes by having a spray of antique roses across the front lawn, intermixed with the low, decorative hedges that homes in the neighborhood used to separate one property from another. Otherwise it was not unique in appearance. Ben, the driver, missed the house at first, but Jackie gushed over the flowers and when she begged him to pull back and let her look at them more closely Elaine saw that they had found the right home.
ÒMy, youÕre off to a quick start in life,Ó Joyce said when she was introduced to Jackie. The girls were still nominally travelling inside the membership of the club but it was a rather large and diverse group, not everyone attending all its functions. Joyce had never met the girls, except Elaine once, at a non-sexual social, and Ben, who sheÕd apparently slept with.
Jackie smiled awkwardly at Joyce. The woman took the small coat she wore. It had grown cool outside as the afternoon departed, leaving a hushed summer night in its wake. They stood in the foyer of the roomÕs home. Joyce hung up JackieÕs coat in a small closet. Elaine wore no coat. She regarded JackieÕs coat as more of a show of modesty than anything else. It apparently, combined with JackieÕs age, caused Joyce some concern.
ÒJackie,Ó she said, looking at the girl. Unexpectedly Jackie blushed and Elaine worried that perhaps they might all be dismissed, or she might have to arrange for Jackie to be driven home. ÒWeÕre having a party tonight that will be rather...Ó Joyce paused for a correct choice of words. Her eyes flicked at Hollis, JackieÕs escort, apprised him a moment and then switched back to Jackie. ÒOnerous.Ó She paused, glanced at Elaine. The sound of guests chatting could be heard in another room. Elaine had to prevent herself from blushing. It was embarrassing to have to speak of such things when the night was just only beginning.
ÒI know,Ó Jackie offered. Her voice was high-pitched and she squeezed HollisÕ hand, as if for protection, or in hopes of keeping herself from being dismissed because of her age.
Joyce glanced at Ben. They shared a look between themselves as former lovers have, who have loved without remorse or regret. It was a look of shared understanding.
ÒBy that I mean,Ó Joyce said to Jackie frankly, ÒThat you can expect to have to remove your pretty party dress. Have you been to parties before where that has happened?Ó
ÒOne,Ó Jackie replied. She looked up at the woman with the luminous eyes of a young girl, and it only worsened her position, for Joyce was searching for maturity, for a knowing, agreeing gaze. Elaine bit her lip and looked down at her feet. She wondered how she would get the girl home without ruining her evening.
ÒMadam,Ó a French voice said suddenly, calling out. A young black-haired woman walked into the foyer from the interior of the home, a redhead with large bosoms holding her hand. They were both in their early 20Õs. A man followed, a girl with shoulder-length brown hair holding his hand, the man perhaps 30, the girl no more than 20.
ÒWhat is it, Rebecca?Ó Joyce asked the Parisian model.
ÒSally is being wilful,Ó the black-haired French beauty answered. She pointed to the redhead whose hand she held.
ÒFine. The cabin is available,Ó Joyce replied. She turned back to Elaine and Jackie and their escorts. The small troupe that had entered the foyer withdrew.
ÒHave her dress off,Ó Joyce said quickly to Elaine, as if making a decision against her will, and doing it swiftly to avoid changing her mind.
ÒWhat?Ó Jackie asked. She spoke with wounded surprise.
ÒHer dress,Ó Joyce said to Elaine. ÒUnzip it. I wonÕt admit a child to my home for this sort of party. Let me see what she really possesses.Ó She eyed Jackie angrily. ÒIf your bra is stuffed, young lady, youÕre going home,Ó she said.
Before Jackie could respond, Elaine moving quick as she could in hopes of saving her night out. She zipped down the back of JackieÕs dress. Elaine had zipped it up and now she unzipped it, wishing sheÕd not bothered to bring her. Saucer-eyed, Jackie stood with Hollis manfully holding her hand. Elaine noticed the girl squeezing it a little. Perhaps she wasnÕt quite so bashful as she pretended to be. Hollis squeezed her hand in reply. It was a silent communication. Jackie was no more captive than Hollis, each supporting the other.
JackieÕs dress fell from her shoulders. Her bosom, wrapped in a frilly but gauzy white bra, came into view. Perhaps vengefully, Joyce didnÕt content herself with simply looking at the girl in her bra. The full curve of JackieÕs bosoms could be seen through the cups, as well as her nipples, but Joyce strode forward and yanked JackieÕs shoulder straps down from her arms and tore the cups off her tits.
ÒOh!Ó Jackie cried. ÒMadam, you are rude!Ó she declared. Joyce cupped both the girlÕs breasts with her hands. Her long nails dug into them sharply, almost to the point of leaving marks in the flesh. She hefted them, squeezed them. ÒYou are well endowed,Ó she admitted finally. Her voice became soft. ÒYou may have to have these reduced if you wish to become truly successful as a model,Ó she said. Then, lifting her eyes, looking at the others, she said, ÒCome. Let us not waste time on trivialities. She is too special a prize for that.Ó And, turning, she clasped JackieÕs free hand, the one Hollis wasnÕt already holding, and she led the girl from the foyer.
They passed through the house, avoiding the other guests. Out back there was a broad footbath lined with woodchips. The wood received the spiked heels of the women and the shoes of the men and hushed their passing. They moved among rose bushes, following the path, and Jackie, despite having her breasts bared and her bra hanging beneath her denuded bosom, was permitted to stop and sniff the roses and enjoy their aroma. Joyce and Hollis each kept one of her hands firmly in theirs. Elaine carried JackieÕs party dress folded over her arm.
ÒDo you like them?Ó Joyce asked Jackie.
ÒYes, very much,Ó Jackie replied in a small voice.
ÒI shall have my gardeners cut some for you to take home with you,Ó Elaine answered. Then, after giving the girl a further moment, she pulled her away from the roses.
They passed through an arbor. It stood ensconced between two apple trees, almost hidden by the heavy branches of the trees that hung down. They were ripe with apples and Hollis picked one and offered it to Jackie but she demurred. He ate it himself, taking big bites of it. Ben smiled at Elaine but instead of picking an apple they shared a quick kiss.
Joyce opened a gate attached to the arbor. They passed under a cardinal climber vine that wove its way up and across the arbor. Its serrated leaves hung down, threatening to cut at their skin. The trumpets of its bright red-colored flowers seemed ready to announce their arrival into this remote part of the backyard.
Joyce closed the gate behind them. There was a small open lock hanging next to the gate, dangling from a nail on the inside of the arbor. Quietly she placed the lock on the gate and clicked it shut. In the distance, party sounds came from the house.
Hedges grew thickly along the path beyond the arbor, as if trying to conceal from prying eyes that a path might lie beyond. Along the edges of the path, spikes of indigo blue flowers rose, blossoms of Salvia May Night. Intermixed with the deeply-hued salvia were snapdragons.
A voice cried out in the night. Jackie, cossetted between Hollis and Joyce, looked up sharply. Her feet dragged a little on the ground, Joyce admonished her not to scuff her shoes. The group followed the path round a corner in the hedge and came to a wooden cabin. It was unpretentious in its appearance, made of cut, unfinished logs, as if some refuge for the gardener. Joyce tried the handle to the door, found it unlocked. She stepped inside, pulling Jackie behind her. Hollis followed, still holding JackieÕs other hand. Elaine and Ben entered last.
Inside the cabin was warmly lit by a fire. Several unfinished pieces of furniture were arranged within it: a chair, a small table, and an unusual item in the middle of the floor, a great log, about two feet in length. Its surface was covered with rough bark and a nude woman was just laying a bearskin rug over it. She looked up. Her eyes danced in the firelight. It was the girl with brown, shoulder-length hair that theyÕd met in the foyer. The man sheÕd held hands with in the foyer was now naked. He stood with a stick in his hand and his erection displayed. His penis was coated, as if with grease or KY jelly. The stick in his hand was slim and whippy.
The four of them had piled their clothes neatly inside the door on the chair. Kneeling on the floor, nude as the rest, was the redhead whom the black-haired Parisian girl had described as Òwilful.Ó The redhead had several angry red marks across her back. Her bosoms hung down like twin gourds, moving with jerky, pendant swings as she sobbed. The French girl held the redheadÕs abundant mane of bright curls up in a small fist. It left her back bare, though in her kneeling position the redheadÕs hair might have spilled down off her back anyway. It also served to keep her leashed, like a pet, her own hair acting as the leash. Below the redheadÕs slim back her waist drew in to a tight little circle. Each of her sobs seemed to draw the waist smaller. Beyond it her bottom loomed, but it was still unmarked by the manÕs stick.
ÒMistress!Ó the French girl blurted, upon seeing Joyce.
ÒAt ease, little one,Ó Joyce replied. ÒContinue your playing.Ó
ÒShe will not take the brand, mistress!Ó the French girl told Joyce. The redhead, her eyes lifting only briefly to acknowledge the new arrivals, bent her head down and yelled as the man with the stick struck her again. A new line formed across her back.
ÒAll of us must bear a mark of our servitude,Ó Joyce replied easily. She turned to Ben. ÒLock the door,Ó she told him. ÒWe will not be going out again tonight.Ó
Jackie, still standing between Hollis and Joyce, looked with baleful eyes at the seen before her. The man with the stick and the well-displayed prick struck the redhead again. She wailed. The cabin echoed her cry but the big logs and the hedges beyond kept it from reaching the house. Her nipples pricked the bearskin-covered floor. Only the entryway, where people entered and left the cabin, was bare wood. But the walls were bare, and the roof, great unfinished rafters supporting it against even the heaviest winter snows. Only the firelight lit the cabin, except for the glow of a small brazier.
There was no bed in the cabin but, as if anticipating that they might be required all the same, a collection of condoms lay upon the roomÕs single table. Along with the condoms were several vials of cream, of ointment, a spray bottle of perfume. Also on the table, near the back, despite the fact that it was a small table, stood lipstick, and a container of nail polish. These latter seemed to be new and unused but the salves and creams had already been opened, as the manÕs penis glowed richly under several coats of the stuff. He struck the redhead again. She shrieked. The Parisian girl kept her from crawling away by holding her back by her hair. The brunette finished arranging the bearskin rug atop and over the great sides of the log that lay felled in the middle of the room. She worked with soft, quiet hands, almost oblivious to the sobs of the redhead behind her.
ÒUndress, get everything off,Ó Joyce instructed Ben and Hollis and Elaine. As for Jackie, she needed no instructions, for Joyce herself took hold of the girl and began to remove what little remained of her clothes. She bent and, to a whine of protest, from Jackie, she unclasped the girlÕs bra. It no longer covered her breasts but she freed it from the girlÕs back, reaching around behind her, and let it fall to the floor. Elaine picked the bra up, laid it on the clothes already piled on the chair. Then, unzipping her party dress, she let it drop to her ankles and reached around behind herself and undid her own bra. Her breasts fell from the cups of her bra, like ripe fruit from a basket. She smiled at Ben as he unzipped his pants.
Hollis got out of his clothes like an athlete in a locker room preparing for some sports event. Except there was no uniform for him to get into afterward, and, passing his clothes over to Elaine, who piled them on the chair, he stood rather awkwardly in the room. His cock stemmed out from his groin like a big lance waiting for a tournament. He seemed unsure whether to try to cover it with his hands or to leave it free. Seeing that Ben, taking his pants off, made no attempt to hide his erection from the women, Hollis decided to follow his lead. Then, boyishly, relishing the fact that he was nude in front of so many females, he began to thrust his hips forward, showing himself to anyone who might look, though the first to give him a glance was the man with the stick.
ÒIÕll enjoy seeing that in the guillotine,Ó the man with the stick growled. Hollis looked at him dumbly. He was a match for any man, save perhaps Ben, who weighed so much more, and so he ignored the man with the stick and kept on sticking his penis out at anyone who would gaze at it for him. Jackie looked, smiled sheepishly as her panties were drawn down by Joyce. Elaine smiled at Hollis, licked her lips, then cast a quick glance at Ben, wondering if heÕd seen. He had, but simply smiled back at her.
Crawling from the log to the brazier, the brunette fiddled with a branding iron that lay within it. She had to use an oven mitt to take hold of the brandÕs metal handle. She adjusted the brand in the fire. The brazier was heating its tip. Its red coals were turning the end of the brand to a bright, ocher color. At the end of the brand, to mark flesh with, was a tiny letter ÒA.Ó
ÒAlfonse, it is hot now,Ó the brunette said over her shoulder to the man with the stick. He glanced at her. Her hair hung in a neat bob around her face. Her bare flesh was warm and rich from the glow of the fire. It flickered from the fireplace across her skin, while the glowing coals of the brazier cast a bright hue of light across her bare, pendant breasts. Her nipples were the color of the roses out in the yard. Her bottom, lily-white, stuck out behind her like some bare canvas upon which an artist might leave his mark.
But it was the redhead for whom the brand was intended. The Parisian girl drew her with yanks of her pretty fire-red hair over to the big log. ÒTurn around, get your bottom facing it,Ó the French girl commanded. She maneuvered the redhead, who was most reluctant, the man whipping her back repeatedly, so that the redhead at last knelt with her fanny facing the log. The brunette lifted the brand from the brazier. She crawled carefully over to the log, holding the brand aloft, away from herself, lest she burn herself with it. The Parisian girl ran to the table, plucked a rubber bit from amidst the paraphernailia of love. She returned to the redhead, who knelt fearfully with her bottom butting up against the log.
ÒGet up, get your ass up on the log!Ó the man ordered the redhead. She failed to move and he threw down his switch. He reached down, seized her by her thighs, and hoisted her up like a fish and plopped her waist atop the log. It left the girl dangling, her arms and bosoms touching the floor but her legs and even her knees off it. Her snatch pressed to the top of the fallen log where, thankfully, the brunette had draped the bearskin.
ÒOoooh, no!Ó the redhead gasped. Her legs were split apart by the presence of the log and her snatch rubbed fretfully against the log, which lay underneath it. She was only draped over the end of the log. The brunette, climbing up on the log, now seated herself atop it. She looked as if she might be saddling up in a horse, except it was a log, and the bearskin rug served as her saddle. The brunetteÕs knees no longer touched the floor, for her legs werenÕt long enough for that, seated atop the log, but her feet trailed down to the floor behind her. With a shiver she seemed to acknowledge the pleasure she felt as her bare pussy splurged itself upon the bearskin. Her nipples, almost completely hard, now grew to fine big points at the tips of her breasts. She scooted herself forward on the log, still holding the brand aloft. She smiled bashfully at the new guests, Joyce and the rest, as she moved across the log, for it made her even more aroused to feel the bearskin sliding between her legs.
ÒIn this cabin we mark females and we put men to the test by placing them, their penises that is, in guillotines, and by subjecting them to the nutcracker,Ó Joyce said casually, watching the brunette drag her soft sex across the log. She held Jackie firmly by the hand and Hollis had once again taken up position beside her, holding JackieÕs other hand. Ben and Elaine held hands, standing a little to the side of Joyce, watching the redhead prepared for the brand.
ÒOh, itÕs awful!Ó Jackie moaned, watching. Her back was very straight, perhaps with fright, and her pretty knees were locked into rigidity, making her slim girlish legs look like well-rounded sticks. Hollis, hearing JoyceÕs calm intonation, flinched, squeezed JackieÕs hand as much for support as to restrain her.
ÒThey are only playing tonight but she will be back in a month and her master will make his mark permanent on her body,Ó Joyce said. ÒWatch!Ó And then, with the redhead tremblingly accepting the bit from the French girl, the black-haired beauty mounted her, much as she might have mounted a pet dog. The French girl spread her legs on either side of the redheadÕs face and settled her black-furred pubis atop the girlÕs flaming head. She sat facing the redheadÕs ass, which was perched up on the log. Enjoying the soft rubbing of her sex upon the redheadÕs tense, tossing head, she reached back to the girlÕs bottom and spread the cheeks of her ass. The man stood over both girls, and the brunette, making sure all carried out his wishes.
The brunette, so calm and soft and understanding in her demeanor, now gently lowered the hot brand with AlfonseÕs initial. The French girl held open the redheadÕs bottom for her. With quiet, careful grace, her bosoms swaying naked and free as she worked, the brunette began to stab at the inner cheeks of the redheadÕs split-apart bottom.
ÒOmmph! Ommmph! Eeeeek!Ó the redhead gasped. Her mouth gaped open on her third cry and she lost the bit. Joyce hurried forward, letting go of both HollisÕs and JackieÕs hands, and quickly stuffed the bit back into the redheadÕs mouth.
ÒYouÕll damage your pretty teeth if you donÕt keep this in place,Ó Joyce warned the redhead. With stabbing strokes the brunette now gave the redhead a series of little 1 second brands all over the tenderest parts of her bottom. She moved up and down the furrow, scalding the redheadÕs skin, but not keeping the brand in place, for these marks were not meant to be permanent. With each quick prod of the brand, however, the redhead voiced extreme discomfort, for it was hot from lying over the coals, as hot as it would be when it was held in place a month from now for 10 long seconds upon her flesh.
ÒShall I do the hole itself too?Ó the brunette asked softly, looking up at the man with the stick. He laughed.
ÒIt would serve her right, but sheÕs been fairly good. We have not had to tie her. Let it go. She would have a painful poop if we did. SheÕs going to have an interesting experience wiping for the next few days anyway, with all those little boiling brands on her flesh.Ó
The redhead jerked and bucked and thrashed beneath the French girl. The Parisian rode her with sexy aplomb, keeping her knees wide apart on the floor, trapping the redheadÕs head between her spread thighs but leaving her enough room to move her head. Each twisting gasp of the redhead now sent a shiver of delight up the French girl. Meantime, the brunette, enjoying her perch atop the log, and the license she had to mark the redheadÕs behind, began humping the bearskin. She gasped with pleasure and gave the redheadÕs ass a quick stab to make her buck and send pleasure up through the slit of the French girl. Each poke of the brand, too, made the redhead twist and squirm on the log, sending a shudder of pleasure through her own snatch even as the brand made painful marks on her fanny.
Hollis reached out and began stroking his penis. Jackie looked at him, seemed a little peeved, despite her fear at being in such a depraved place.
ÒHeÕs playing with himself,Ó Jackie complained to Joyce.
ÒHollis!Ó Joyce cried. She pointed to the brazier. ÒTake him over there and make him kneel with his cock over the coals,Ó she told Jackie. The girl stared back at her dumbly. ÒHurry, girl! He must be controlled!Ó she admonished. With a sudden start of girlish enthusiasm, as if liberated for recess, Jackie understood and, taking Hollis by the hand, she led the tall boy over to the brazier.
ÒKneel down,Ó Jackie ordered Hollis. She held his hand and pointed down at the brazier. With a gulp, but excited to be manipulated by such a beautiful creature, Hollis knelt on the floor. The brazier stood about a foot off the floor, on spindly legs. Jackie knelt down beside Hollis, facing the brazier with him. Gently putting her hand on his bare buns she drew him close to the coals, along with herself. The exception between them was that, Jackie being a girl, when her thighs came within an inch of the flaming hot brazier she was simply warmed in her dell, while HollisÕs manhood stood out over the coals. The full length of his big throbbing manhood was exposed to every upwafting blaze of heat that the coals emitted.
ÒYoooch! This is hot!Ó Hollis exclaimed. Jackie patted his bottom.
ÒKeep your hands away from your dick,Ó she instructed. ÒLet your big penis feel how warm its going to be when it finally gets inside me.Ó Her voice was like a cat, purring. Hollis trembled, his cock beginning to sweat.
ÒDo your testicles feel it to?Ó Jackie asked in an artless voice.
ÒSure,Ó Hollis replied. Between his legs his big sac of sperm bulged out, clamped and held by his closely-pressed, trembling thighs.
ÒGood. No cold showers for you!Ó Jackie exclaimed. ÒWeÕre going to keep your nuts nice and toasty until its time for you to spend them in some lucky gal.Ó She gave Hollis a smile. He looked at her, slightly unnerved, not knowing quite what to do.
ÒThatÕs good, keep him nice and warm where it counts until weÕre ready for him, Jackie,Ó Joyce called. The girl grinned at the woman and then, stealthily, she inserted a finger into her snatch and began frigging herself.
ÒDonÕt tell,Ó Jackie said to Hollis. As he watched, punished for playing with his own sex, the girl began to sigh and moan and enjoy doing the same to herself. The difference, of course, was that Hollis, to masturbate, had to take hold of his big penis, sticking out in front of himself, while little Jackie only had to surreptitiously stick a finger between her legs. Hollis grimaced at the heat from the brazier and the unfairness of being punished for what Jackie herself was now doing but, being a man, he wasnÕt about to stop a female kneeling so close to him from engaging in a little self-induced foreplay.
The man with the stick watched eagerly as the three females under his control brought themselves to the edge of bliss. Then, his cock straining above their heads, he ordered the French girl to dismount. She drew her wettened thighs from atop the redheadÕs sobbing, gasping head, leaving a bit of herself behind in the girlÕs lovely hair. The brunette, eager to cum but not quite at the point of orgasm, reluctantly drew herself down off the log. She crawled back over to the brazier.
Jackie, caught frigging herself, for she had not noticed the brunetteÕs approach, quickly drew her finger from inside her dell. The brunette smiled. She pretended to poke her hot brand at HollisÕs penis, making him flinch. Then she stabbed again, feigning that she was going to brand his bulging testicles with AlfonseÕs initial. Finally she laid the brand down in the brazier. She took off her oven mitt and dropped it to the floor.
A moan went up. The brunette turned, saw the redhead had been mounted from behind by the man. He left her atop the log, holding her there, her redhaired snatch still rubbing against the bearskin, and he stuck her with his prick in her small, all-too available butthole. As the Parisian controlled the struggling redhead, pressing down on her with her hands, the man gave the redhead increasingly penetrating thrusts in her behind. The brunette crawled quickly over to her friends and, at a frantic nod from the French girl, she settled underneath her dark-haired companion and began feeding in the girlÕs dell. The girl from Paris gasped, wedged herself down hard on the brunette, feeling the girlÕs tongue in her slit. She came once, almost immediately, and then, doing a quick dismount, she turned around and lay down on the floor atop the brunette. A scream of pleasure went up from the brunette as the French girl gave her her due. The man, meanwhile, now well up inside the redhead, began lancing himself back and forth within her, as if to pop the little boils and marks that covered the inside cheeks of her bottom. The redhead screamed, not entirely, it seemed, from displeasure, and seemed to cum upon the log that pressed up into her thighs. In back the man rodded her fiercely, though with enough care not to do her any permanent harm. As Joyce kept the bit in the girlÕs mouth and Elaine and Ben watched, the man spent at last into the redheadÕs behind. Jackie, meanwhile, took up frigging herself again, while Hollis knelt beside her, his dick stuck out over the brazier, sweating, her palm placed sweetly but firmly upon his behind.
When the man had experienced fulfillment the Parisian girl and the brunette broke off their playing and helped the redhead down from the log. Then, with gentle hands, they drew her on her knees over to the small table. She settled down on her tummy on the floor, lying on a soft bearskin, and the two girls began to treat her behind with a variety of salves and ointments. The man, content now that his balls had been emptied, slumped against the wall, for it was smooth near the base, as if expecting someone might need to lean against it. He watched with a satisfied grin on his face as the Parisian girl and the brunette worried over the redheadÕs behind. The poor victim, lying upon the floor, tossed her red hair to and fro, like a frustrated mare locked up in a paddock. But she made no move to escape, simply crying in small, soft little gasps, letting the women calm and treat her bottom.
Now it was the turn of Elaine and Ben and Jackie and Hollis, with Joyce leading the way. Joyce went to a nondescript place in the wall next to the fireplace. She opened what proved to be a small cabinet. She pulled from it a large wooden post. Her breasts swung nakedly as she wrestled it from the cabinet. Her lovely hair, piled atop her head, let loose a few strands. Her hair was dark like the Parisian girlÕs. Yet, though it was difficult for her to drag out the post, Joyce asked for no help. Ben moved to help her, his big cock waggling, his hairy ass displayed for the girls to admire, wearing not a stitch of clothing, and not minding it, but not knowing the evil purpose to which the post was to be put. Joyce accepted his help and told him to set up the post in the middle of the room. When it was upright, she took from the closet a miniature guillotine.
ÒThis is for your penis,Ó Joyce said to Ben. He stared at her. His cock was huge and hard and he watched with surprised eyes as Joyce fitted the guillotine on top of the post. ÒI bought this in Iran,Ó she said to him, as if explaining some tourist trinket to a friend. ÒThey use this in Iran to punish sex offenders, politicians caught with women who arenÕt their wives, or others, like authors, who have the temerity to post sex stories on the Net, in violation of the Koran. And,Ó she added, looking at Ben, ÒAlso to punish those who download sex stories from the Net.Ó She crooked a finger at him. Hollis was still over the brazier, getting his penis cooked, little Jackie beside him, pressing him close. He laughed as he watched Ben drawn to the guillotine by Joyce and, helping her, by Elaine.
ÒStick your thing right in here,Ó Joyce said to Ben. She lifted a wooden bar. Another lay beneath it. There was a half moon cut in each, so that when they were closed they formed a complete circle, a hole, where a head would have been placed on a big guillotine, but where a penis was supposed to go in this little guillotine.
Aroused by the sight of the blade and and womenÕs coaxing fingers, Ben let himself be put into the hole formed by the two separated bars. When he was thrust completely through, fully exposed to the danger of the blade, Joyce lowered the top bar down onto the bottom bar, capturing his penis. It was a tight fit, she could barely get the two halves of the circle to close. Ben looked at himself throbbing within the closed guillotine. Above, menacingly, a blade hung, held aloft by a little string tied off in a bow to the side of on of the guillotineÕs posts.
ÒRun your finger along it, dear. ItÕs quite real,Ó Joyce said of the blade. She took BenÕs hand and made him stick out one of his fingers and she drew it along the underside of the blade.
ÒYeowch!Ó Ben cried. A slice had been made in his finger and it began to bleed. Helpfully Joyce drew Elaine close and, lest the girl protest, she popped BenÕs bleeding finger in the girlÕs mouth.
ÒSuck it,Ó Joyce told Elaine. She smiled. ÒNow you are tasting your loverÕs blood. How does it taste, hmmmm?Ó
ÒHokay,Ó Elaine said over BenÕs finger. She seemed worried that things might get out of hand, glanced down at BenÕs captive cock. It stuck through the guillotine temptingly. A feminist would have loosed the string and let him enjoy life as a girl.
ÒOh, yes. YouÕre in danger now, arenÕt you?Ó Joyce said to Ben. Teasingly she stroked the underside of his big erection. It throbbed mightily, full of his desire. Only the base of his cock was caught between the bars. The rest, sticking right on through, hovered nakedly, waiting to be victimized. All of it, the entire beautiful ten inches, would be lopped off forever if the blade swished down.
ÒNow, you might ask, what do we use this for?Ó Joyce said to Ben.
ÒThe thought had crossed my mind,Ó Ben replied. His bare buns tensed reflexively as he studied his cock in the guillotine.
ÒSometimes gays come in here. They like to pierce each otherÕs penises, or infiltrate each otherÕs balls, stuff like that,Ó Joyce told Ben. ÒTo keep the male victim compliant they first put his cock through this guillotine. No matter what they do to his penis, he never disallows it, for the alternative, as you can see, would be much worse.Ó
ÒYes, indeed,Ó Ben answered. He seemed mesmerized by the fact that his manhood, so important to him all of his life, and hopefully for decades to come, stood at the brink of execution, spared only by a small, pretty knot of string tied to the side of the guillotine. Joyce passed her fingers across the bow and toyed with it.
ÒDonÕt do that!Ó Ben gasped.
Joyce laughed. Her breasts shook with her laughter and her nipples were ridid. Elaine continued to suck on BenÕs finger. It would prove his most useful limb if the guillotine should happen to come free.
ÒAlright, IÕll free you,Ó Joyce said at last to Ben, a reluctant note in her voice. She separated the two halves of the bars that had been locked down on his cock. Ben gasped with relief and yanked his cock out of the guillotine just as fast as he could.
ÒGod, that makes me want to use this really, really badly!Ó Ben said. He stared at his naked, wiggling cock, and but for the two women, would have immediately grabbed it and held it tight and made it spurt in his hands, despite being 30 years old.
ÒYes, Ben. I was hoping you might say that,Ó Joyce laughed. Elaine drew his finger from her mouth and giggled. She pressed it to her belly, daubed a little blood on her flat tummy and then, when it had stopped bleeding, she released it.
Jackie let out a loud sigh.
ÒWhat?! SheÕs frigging herself!Ó Joyce cried. Immediately Jackie withdrew her finger from her dell but it was too late. Joyce and Elaine, sensing a new game afoot, ran over to her. ÒHold her, Hollis!Ó Joyce cried, for little Jackie, sensing she might replace Ben as the victim, tried to get up and run. But Hollis reached out and manfully grabbed her, as if to save her from harm, and he held her close. She liked his embrace and kissed him. Then the women drew her clasping body off Hollis and drew her to her feet and walked her over to the log. They tossed her down belly-first over it.
At JoyceÕs instructions Elaine fetched a rope from a drawer built into the table. Joyce, meanwhile, went to the closet next to the fireplace and returned with a small wooden stocks, something that looked like it was built in the time of the Puritans. The men, Ben and Hollis, held a kicking Jackie down over the log. Their penises trembled with desire, huge and long and hard above JackieÕs little body, but they only held her down, giving her a few slaps on her bottom to keep her from kicking them with her feet.
ÒOuch! Ouch! Ouch!Ó Jackie whined. Her bottom was imprinted with both menÕs handprints as Elaine tied JackieÕs hands behind her back. Joyce, meanwhile, sat the stocks on the floor and had the men lift the girl a little. Then, grabbing at JackieÕs breasts, she wedged the girlÕs boobs through holes cut in the stocks. ÒOoooh, Noooo! What are you DOING?!Ó Jackie protested. Stiff nippled, she was forced to lie over the log with her bottom high-perched, while her boobs were captured and held in the stocks. Like the guillotine, the stocks were made of seperable halves of wood. Joyce squeezed the two halves together when sheÕd drawn the girlÕs breasts through, and locked them. She flipped up a latch to keep the halves together. Flipping it down again would free JackieÕs bosoms but, unfortunately for Jackie, her hands were now tied behind her back. Elaine double-knotted the robe to make sure the girl couldnÕt get free. The rope was rough hemp and it chafed the girlÕs small wrists.
ÒNow, this is how a girlÕs breasts are held while her nipples get pierced,Ó Joyce said. She rose and walked to the closet and returned, her own breasts swinging free, with a small surgical kit. It was made of stainless steel and when she opened it a small assortment of needles was revealed. They sparkled at Jackie and the girl groaned with distress.
ÒYes, my sweet, we do breast piercings here, in this cabin, right through pretty little nipples like you have, so they can be hung with jewels. If I gave you jewels to hang on your nipples would you let me pierce them?Ó Joyce asked.
Jackie frantically shook her head Ôno.Õ
ÒShe would,Ó the man with the redhead said, pointing at the young woman who lay bottom-up on the floor.
Joyce looked back over her shoulder. ÒThen we will indeed do hers later,Ó Joyce said. She turned back to Jackie and smiled. ÒHow simple it would be for me to pierce your lovely tits. Would you like to feel the needle, hmmm?Ó She drew forth one of the needles, a particularly long one. Jackie blanched and tried to rise but the men held her down. They were excited by the whole ordeal, their cocks hard and trembling, hovering over JackieÕs bare bottom like stiff snakes waiting to strike.
Gently Joyce stroked one of JackieÕs stiff nipples. It was unaccountably hard, given the danger the girl faced, but it remained stiff, and JoyceÕs tender fingers, so loving, yet so deadly in their embrace, only made it more febrile. ÒSee? Feel the needle?Ó Joyce asked. She poked it into the side of JackieÕs nipple. The girl shrieked, bounced on the log. ÒCareful, you might actually stick yourself on it if you donÕt lie still,Ó Joyce told her. Again she poked the girl with the needle, very lightly, to let her feel its surgically-sharp tip.
ÒNoooo!Ó Jackie whined.
ÒSuch pretty jewels I could hang from these bosoms, if only you would let me pierce them!Ó Joyce told the girl. ÒYou could show your jewelled bosoms to all the men and they would long to compete with me, buying you even prettier jewels.Ó But still Jackie worked her hips, trying to rise, and kicked her feet at the men, and tried to lift her bosoms from the heavy stocks on the floor.
ÒNow let me see your tongue,Ó Joyce said. ÒCertainly you will let me pierce that, hmmm?Ó She had Elaine, who was absently frigging herself as she watched, part the girlÕs lips with her pussy-wet fingers.
ÒTry not to masturbate while weÕre doing this, hmmm?Ó Joyce said to Elaine.
ÒOh, itÕs very exciting!Ó Elaine blurted, even as she reached within JackieÕs mouth and forced the girl to produce her tongue. She held JackieÕs tongue out for Joyce and the dark-haired woman poked at it with the needle.
ÒYou like it, do you?Ó Joyce asked Elaine.
ÒYes!Ó the blonde cried, still hanging on to JackieÕs tongue, pulling it out of her 15-year-old mouth so that Joyce could stick it very lightly with her needle.
ÒDo you want to be pierced?Ó Joyce asked Elaine. She looked at the nude young woman kneeling beside her. Elaine gulped.
ÒWould it be permanent?Ó the blonde asked. Her hands were trembling as she held JackieÕs tongue out.
ÒYou nipples would always bear a tiny scar, but if you didnÕt keep jewelry in them the holes would eventually close,Ó Joyce answered. ÒWould you like to try it?Ó
ÒYes!Ó Elaine blurted. She immediately blushed.
Jackie was forgotten. Her tongue was returned to her and, almost as if they were objects, not living flesh, her breasts were freed from the stocks. Nobody bothered to untie her hands. She was rolled off the log and left to lie belly-up on the floor. She gasped like a fish from the ordeal but nobody paid any attention. All the attention was focussed on Elaine now. The blonde was helped over the log and everyone made sure she was comfortable. Then more rope was gotten, and her wrists were tied behind her back. Joyce briefly went to the brazier and heated the needle she intended to use. Then she waved it in the air to cool it, for it had only been heated to make it sterile, not to be used hot against ElaineÕs skin.
ÒSome people use a gun, but I prefer to do it manually,Ó Joyce said to Elaine when she was settled in front of the girl, ready to go to work. Elaine lay like Jackie had, over the log with her bottom wiggling atop it, while her breasts were imprisoned down by the floor in the stocks. Briefly Joyce rubbed her pussy, she was so excited at having a real victim to work on. Then, taking a small moist towellete the man with the stick had brought her, getting it from the desk, Joyce washed each of ElaineÕs nipples. The towlette was coated with an antiseptic and it ensured that Elaine would receive no infections. Joyce wiped ElaineÕs nipples slowly, lovingly, smoothing the towellette over them, then pinching the little peaks, then assauging her pinches with more soothing caresses. The alcohol in the towlette made Elaine flinch, for it produced a slight sting.
ÒNow, we are ready to alter your breasts,Ó Joyce said at last to Elaine. All the while, as she bathed the girlÕs nipples, she had held the needle intended for them up in the air. With careful grace she now brought the needle down to where ElaineÕs breasts lay imprisoned in the stocks. The wood of the stocks squeezed her large breasts, hurting them a little, but as Elaine lay with puffed face and saucer eyes, emitting little gasps, she knew the squeezing upon her boobs by the stocks would be nothing compared to the sting of the needle.
A soft cloth was placed on the bearskin underneath ElaineÕs tits to catch droplets of blood.
ÒIÕll pierce one now, then weÕll have sex, the men and I, and then, later, IÕll pierce the other one,Ó Joyce told Elaine wickedly. ÒYouÕll enjoy the wait,Ó she added.
ÒNo!Ó Elaine said.
ÒGag her,Ó Joyce said. ÒI wonÕt have myself arguing with this little bitch over how I do the procedure.Ó Immediately the man whoÕd flogged the redhead went to the table and returned with a canvas gag. It was stuffed into ElaineÕs protesting mouth, the girl begging Ben and Hollis for help, but the men kept her held down over the log, and slapped her bottom to entertain themselves.
Gagged, spanked, her wrists bound behind her back, Elaine now recieved the needle. Joyce pinched off one of her nipples and, holding it tight by the tip, drove the needle though its center. Despite the girlÕs wigglings she worked slowly, for it was a manual piercing and she didnÕt want to spoil the job by putting the needle into the girlÕs flesh too fast. Slowly, exactingly, Joyce stabbed the needle more and more through ElaineÕs nipple until at last it emerged on the other side. Elaine herself was groaning in her gag and began crying, but there was no stopping the implacable, slow, deliberate pace of the needle. When her nipple had been fully pierced, the men holding Elaine down tight, Joyce withdrew the needle. She wiped the girlÕs wounded nipple with a fresh towelette. Then she smiled down at Elaine.
ÒSit tight,Ó she told the girl. ÒIÕll be back.Ó
In the morning, when all had been fucked, even poor Elaine, and little Jackie, who remained with her hands tied until morning, because nobody wanted to bother with the double-knots, the couples emerged from the cabin. First the man with the stick, holding the hand of the redhead heÕd whipped and had branded. Next the Parisian girl and the brunette. After them came Joyce and, holding her hand, a well-pierced Elaine, who now had gold rings stuck through both her nipples. Finally Ben and Hollis came. They walked with Jackie between them, JackieÕs face looking unhappy because she still had her hands tied behind her, and the rope had made her wrists raw. Everyone wore their clothes except the two girls, Elaine and Jackie who, owing to their condition, were unable to don tops, only pants. Both models walked with their breasts hanging free. The rising sun bathed their white bosoms in its rays and cast its bright morning rays over their tanned arms and bellies.
ÒA wonderful evening, donÕt you think?Ó Joyce asked Elaine. The girl wore a gag in her mouth even now, and could only nod mutely. Jackie, wriggling between the men and somehow trying to get her wrists free, or her arms, blurted out a defiant ÒNo!Ó Joyce laughed, paused, went back to where Jackie stood. She took the girlÕs face in her hands and quietly kissed it. Then, realizing the poor girl was still bound, for only now was Joyce coming down off a night-long sexual high, she went behind the girl and dug at the rope carefully with her long fingernails.
ÒOh, IÕm sorry!Ó Joyce said when she saw how the rope had rubbed JackieÕs wrists raw. ÒWeÕll put something on you in the house.Ó She kissed the back of the girlÕs head as the girl, struggling, yanked her untied hands in front of herself and tried to escape the men.
ÒBe still, girl!Ó Ben told Jackie. She looked up at him ruefully.
ÒAt least you didnÕt fuck my bottom,Ó she said.
Ben laughed. ÒDo you want that, hmmm? I tried to get in you. You wiggled so much I gave up.Ó
ÒSheÕs too tight!Ó Hollis proclaimed. He looked at Jackie. ÒEven your pussy is damn tight!Ó
When the girls got home that afternoon, safely back at ElaineÕs apartment, they undressed and inspected each other. They were alone again, at last, safe from men and from wicked Joyce, who neither of them liked anymore, or at least not in a way that either of them were willing to admit to. Jackie worried over ElaineÕs tits and, the two girls retreating to ElaineÕs bed, she suckled them for Elaine, in a vain hope to make them all better. The rings were withdrawn, set carefully on the nightstand beside ElaineÕs bed.
ÒYou know, a pussy can be pierced too,Ó Elaine confided to Jackie. She shuddered as the girl mouthed her breasts.
ÒRealleee?Ó Jackie asked, nursing her friends tits with small licks and slow, loving sucks. ÒYes. Right through the clitoral hood or even the clitoris, or perhaps the labia lips,Ó Elaine said.
ÒWhere would you get yourself pierced if you did it?Ó Jackie asked. She lifted her face from ElaineÕs breasts and placed a palm on ElaineÕs belly. It was flat, smooth, tanned. The white line where her panties covered her when they went swimming showed below, with her furry blonde mound. Across from it was JackieÕs brown-haired mound. The two girls watched their bellies a moment, and how their breaths lifted and then relaxed the swell of their breasts, and made their smooth tummies ripple.
ÒI donÕt know. Perhaps on the hood, or...Ó ElaineÕs voice trailed off.
ÒOh, you mustnÕt pierce your pussy!Ó Jackie begged. She reached between the girlÕs legs and, wiggling her finger about, found the spot she spoke of, the little clitoris. Elaine felt it buzzing under JackieÕs searching finger.
ÒOoooh, I donÕt know, I would be so....Ó Elaine gasped. Then she wriggled herself closer to Jackie, until their bellies touched, Jackie moving her hand from between the girlÕs legs to feel her friend up against her.
ÒYou must get your nipples pierced too,Ó Elaine told Jackie. She clasped the girlÕs face between both her hands and kissed her hard on her lips.
ÒNoooo,Ó Jackie protested. Yet, as her belly rubbed against ElaineÕs, and the nipples of their breasts poked at each other, she felt a strong desire to follow her friend.
ÒAnd I will open your bottom for you too, using a dildo, so that men can have you there,Ó Elaine told Jackie.
ÒOooh, nooo!Ó Jackie replied, but knew she wouldnÕt refuse if her friend insisted.
ÒAnd,Ó Elaine said, ÒWeÕll get our pussies pierced together, both of us by Joyce, and then our tongues too, and after that weÕll play at having our bottoms branded, or maybe do it for real!Ó
At that both girls were so heated by the wicked possibilities they faced in life that they embraced each other passionately and, rolling about on the bed, they made love deep into the night.
At midnight the neighbors on the other side of the wall thought they heard a girl screaming for mercy, for mercy for her bottom but, thinking it some late-night movie in poor taste, they made love in their bed and paid it no more attention.
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