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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SINS OF THE FLESH
Chapter Five
They were in love with their bodies and how they felt in the nude. Perhaps in the end they would have stripped for any man who could give them this: a chance to be utter girls, cared for and nude and admired. Allowed to show off and enjoy, perhaps for the first time in their lives, the bold new feel of their developed bodies. Later they might be teachers or attorneys or governesses but right now they wanted to feel the heft of their newly grown bosoms and how they bounced when they ran. They liked the sway of their hips atop their bare legs and they wanted a dreamboat to watch all this, and he did.
Master sat with a riding crop over his knees. The girls didnÕt mind a little correction now and then. It meant he was paying attention. Yet, so far, he had spared them, and as each hour of the day passed the girls grew a little more anxious, deep down inside themselves, for they knew the night would certainly be filled with their screams.
At the moment they were preparing to have a footrace across the lawn. Freshly bathed, with brunch in their tummies after DennisÕ awful assault at dawn, they stood waiting while Barbara, pleasantly topless, stood behind them binding their wrists to collars around their necks. Elaine and Jackie would have to run this way, with their elbows pulled up to the tops of their heads and their forearms bent back behind them. Elaine felt the click of the D-ring behind her, on each side of her neck, as first one, then the other of her leather-shackled wrists were bound to her new leather dog collar. Jackie stood beside her, holding her neck obediently, in anticipation of being bound. Jackie looked down at her bosoms.
ÒOh, how they stick up when I have my arms up like this!Ó she said rather lamentingly. Then she couldnÕt help but giggle. Dennis was off cleaning the stables, doing his work, but she guessed heÕd peek at her from the loft when she started running. He would watch her breasts bounce, just as Master would, and Barbara and Abigail and Eunice would be watching too, though Eunice was busy collecting leaves that had fallen overnight from the trees in the yard.
Master called to Eunice. ÒEunice! Eunice, come here!Ó He had just thought of an answer to an age-old question heÕd always been perplexed by, how to impel the girls forward when they winded him and he couldnÕt keep up with them. To ride a horse in the yard would be too overwhelming; the yard was pleasantly large but not big enough for one of his mares or stallions to prance around in amidst excited, running girls. The horses could be led out through a gate at the back of his property, for riding, but the path had houses along it as it wound off into the hills and a pair of naked girls running along the path, one of them not yet 16, would hardly keep him in good standing in the community. Yet now he had a solution. Eunice dropped her bag of leaves and came trudging over to where Master stood. She had big gloves on her hands, big hairless but brawny arms. She had a coat tossed over her black and white uniform that she wore. It was a uniform that seemed part maid, part cleaning lady, for indeed, unlike Abigail, she was not exclusively a maid, but did heavy labor too, being the oldest and least attractive female on the estate, save for the cook, who was older and less attractive still but only in charge of the kitchen.
Master looked up at his trusty maid. He paid her much better than anyone else might have, and so she stayed with him. She was large and stoic and seemed, in her rural German way, perplexed by the young girls and why they kept popping up at the estate and letting ridiculous things be done to their pretty young bodies. Yet they continued to come. Some were runaways but others were models, like Elaine or Jackie, others simply bored well-brought up rich girls looking for an adventure. They found it here. They all left with some permanent momento of their stay, apparently freely accepted. Those who came without rings on their nipples were pierced, those who obedeintly came with rings already left with more rings though their cunnies. Others wished to have a tattoo, or a brand, and it was never put in anything but the most intimate of places on their bodies. Girls did not get their ankles tattooed here. Yet, worst of all, from the maidÕs point of view, was what the girls endured between their moment of arrival and the last day before their departure. Master was a commited, if gentle, sadist. He loved to mark their bodies and watch as they healed and then mark them anew. Yet his gentleness gave them freedom, as Elaine and Jackie now enjoyed. They were not kept in underground cells but given free run of the place. They might have escaped, but always they stayed, and suffered, and were loved and cossetted and thorougly spoiled. Sometimes a girl, it was true, would take herself right to the brink, and then at the last moment call off her final trial. The brand might be ready, her bottomcheeks quartered, yet if she was still able to speak she might, even then, break free of it all, simply by asking. But she would have to ask in just the right way, using a code word sheÕd chosen. And once the gag was in place, once sheÕd accepted it, there could be no turning back.
ElaineÕs code word was ÒZanzibar.Ó Jackie hadnÕt been able to think of a code word so Master had chosen one for her. HeÕd been cruel doing it: the word was ÒSupercalifragilisticexpealidocious.Ó
In addition to the girls who came and left with some mark on them (the vast majority, seemingly accepting it as some kind of rite of passage), and the occasional girl who managed to escape with nothing (very rare, for Master hated that), there were the girls who teased: who blurted out their code word and then refused to leave, preferring at the last moment to extend their stay. Of course it was entirely against the rules and Master hated having his chain pulled even worse than he hated the girls who escaped him with no permanent mark of his ownership on their bodies. Yet if the girl was sufficiently beautiful, or talented, or simply so much a minx that she could somehow get away with it, she would win. She would stay on, and be spoilt more, Eunice laboring away to bring her all the treats she demanded, and Abigial, and Beverly, and then when a new punishment was chosen, or the old one resurrected, she would let herself be led right to the brink and then utter her code word again.
Eunice heard Jackie laughing a high, childish laugh as her hands were bound behind her to her neck. She looked across the field and saw the nude young girl standing there, loving the attention. The children like Jackie were the worst. Master insisted on marking them, like the others, and yet at the same time he seemed to lament it. And so a young thing like Jackie, if she were truly naive and yet truly sexy, both at once, might toy with him for weeks, making everyone serve her and yet not going through with the final ordeal at the end, the one meant to mark here. Eunice looked at Jackie and then she looked at Master. She guessed heÕd found his match again: a disobeident girl whoÕd shown up without rings in her nipples and who now he hated to mark, yet who must be marked, lest she simply run away with all the prizes and pay nothing. Fed, cared for, bathed, washed, allowed to stuff herself with sweets and watch endless T.V., play in the pool or sun herself in the yard, boss around the help and even to insult Master. She looked like a waif standing there in the yard, a small half-starved child you might find on the street in Paris at the turn of the century, yet she had lovely big bosoms, and they shook with her laughter. Her hips were filling out but they still bore the unnerving slimness of a small childÕs hips. Her bottom was high and round and split like a newly sliced apple up the middle. A man might get stuck inside such a small high-perched peach as that. It begged to be patted and swatted and kissed. And supporting it were two long, beautiful legs, still skinny like the legs of a foal, yet with enough roundness to the thighs to give promise to the eye that the nest that lay betwixt them was ready to fuck.
Barefoot, giggling, Jackie had her hands clipped to the back of her neck. She would not be able to unclip them herself, nor would Elaine. They were both quite prisoner now, and their breasts rose and fell with their nervous breaths and with their anxious laughter.
ÒShe is like Melinda,Ó Eunice warned Master. Melinda had taken herself to the brink three times, escaped each time, then had her things packed and left. SheÕd been so insolent as to give Master a goodbye kiss, as if she were his daughter.
ÒI know,Ó Master answered. His voice had a faraway sound to it and she knew this girl would best him too. She would tease and prance and flirt and yes, he would paddle her, but she would escape in the end. And then she would find a new Master, and he would be the one to mark her. Not Ronald Tomkins. Eunice remembered how Melinda had returned one day and, letting herself in, walking straight past Barbara, sheÕd found Ronald in his study and sheÕd taken off her blouse, and opened her bra. Another Master had pierced her nipples. She showed off the rings to Ronald and teased him about it and then she put her bra back on, and her blouse, and left. Of course it had been two years later, sheÕd been older, she was no longer the little teenaged nymphette whom sheÕd been, but a svelte older teen, on the verge of adulthood. Yet it disgraced Ronald, in his opinion, that she should have given herself to another. He nodded quietly. She dressed slowly in his study, perhaps waiting for him to rise and strike her, but he was not that kind of Master. He rarely struck his girls in anger, no matter how angry he might be with them. Always it was for their benefit, not his, that he struck them, in a kind of dance of love where the stakes had been raised by both sides to test their limits. They were struck formally, in the white-tiled washroom, or tied to a bed. They were rarely struck gratuitously, simply to get something off the chest of their Master.
It was strange, Eunice thought. These girls standing naked on the lawn should be properly dressed and in school, or working summer jobs, but instead they preferred being love slaves. Some men kept loveslaves and did not pierce them, but theyÕd found their way to Ronald, who did. He was perhaps a Medium master, not merely punishing the girls for their behavior but wishing to mark them permanently also. Other men went much farther. They were the Hard Masters.
Ronald sipped his drink and looked up at Eunice. ÒBring Dennis up from the barn,Ó he said. ÒI want him to run behind the girls and swat their behinds for me. Tell him it is a chore IÕm assigning him. He is not to expect any sex from it. IÕll bring him a girl soon for himself but in the meantime, I need these girls given some sort of reason to race. The last two loveslaves I owned were too pokey. They didnÕt have enough spirit in their running. I want these two running lickety-split. And I want them to care about reaching the finish line, because only then will their bare bottoms be free of DennisÕ whip.Ó Master looked at the two nude girls in his yard. They both had to go to the bathroom. They stood briskly rubbing their thighs together. Beverly opened their mouths. She made them take still more fluid into their bodies. She poured in ripe red wine, fresh from the vinyards Master kept out on the hillside where the horsepath ran. Master liked seeing girls run with full bladders. It made them run faster. It had been the only way he could get his two previous loveslaves to run. HeÕd make them wait until they had to pee very badly and then he woulndÕt let them go until theyÕd run completely around the yard and across the finish line.
Eunice went and fetched Dennis from the barn. He came trotting up across the lawn. Both Elaine and Jackie smiled at him and called out to him as he passed them, running to Master. He grinned back. They seemed to have forgiven him his rudeness of the morning.
ÒHere, sir! What do you want?Ó Dennis asked. He was wearing just bib overalls, and Master suspected he was quite naked underneath. He had bare feet and there was straw on his bare tanned shoulders and in his hair and on his overalls.
ÒWhat have you been doing, rolling around in the hay with the goats?Ó Master asked.
ÒNo, just cleaning, moving, the usual stuff,Ó Dennis answered.
ÒWell, take off that barn-smelling pair of overalls youÕve got on and take a quick rinse under the poolÕs outdoor shower,Ó Master replied. He turned to Abigail, who hovered on his arm, waiting with another drink. ÒGet a whip from my bedroom,Ó he said. ÒThe kind I use on the pony when it refuses to run on the trail. I have a new one I just bought, in my dresser. It is slick and well-polished. It should be like liquid fire on Elaine and JackieÕs behinds. Yet it will not cut them up. It is broader than most, perfect for tender young asses.Ó
Dennis grinned. Master grinned. Abigail shivered and put down her tray and hurried into the house.
ÒYou have nothing on underneath?Ó Master asked Dennis.
ÒNah, IÕm kinda, well, you know, I have hardons that come and go,Ó Dennis confessed. He blushed. It was not the sort of thing males commonly talked about.
ÒWell you may as well keep the overalls off, then,Ó Master answered. ÒI see youÕre already sporting something there between your legs. I can hardly think chasing the girls around is going to diminish it. But remember, as I told Eunice to tell you. This is strictly business for you. The girls are not to be fucked unless I give permission, and at the present moment IÕm not of a mind to.Ó He paused. He lifted his drink but didnÕt sip it out of respect for Dennis, a fellow male, perhaps a male who would one day be a Master like himself. ÒAnd if I do order you to fuck them,Ó he said to Dennis, Òit is again a chore, to be executed like the hay in the barn, not a pleasure for you to enjoy.Ó
ÒCool. I can handle that,Ó Dennis said. Without further ado he stripped right there in front of Master. The girls looked at him from afar, watching as his bare ass came into view, with a trace of hair in its young crack, and his bare hairy legs and his smooth muscled back. Dennis tossed back his shoulder-length blonde hair and his cock presented itself to Master. It was fully erect, despite the morningÕs fucking. His balls hung tightly between his legs.
ÒIf you donÕt mind... get that thing out of my face,Ó Master said to the boy. He waved him away.
ÒOh, yeah. Sorry!Ó Dennis replied. He turned, taking his penis with him. Master sipped his drink. He watched the boy walk over to the pool and he looked at the girls, and saw how their bright eyes followed the boy. Both girls wiggled their knees and rubbed their thighs together in need of a bathroom. Yet Master knew they needed more, seeing Dennis with his proud young penis so vividly displayed.
Dennis turned on the shower. He stood under it and let the water wash him down. Abigail brought the whip and gave it to Master and walked out to Dennis and gave him a bar of soap. The boy looked at it disdainfully. But she urged him to take it. Then she stood with her hands on her hips, supervising him, as he washed himself, right down to his toes and including his cock and balls. She might have done it for him, but she knew he might spill in her hands. Instinctively she knew heÕd look best running after the girls with a stiff cock, and she didnÕt want to spoil such a wonderful sight as that!
When Dennis was washed and rinsed he turned and aimed his penis at the showerÕs drain. With a glance back over his shoulder at Elaine and Jackie, who had to pee now quite badly, he relieved himself in the shower drain.
ÒAhhh, that felt good!Ó he called lustily to the girls. They frowned and pouted and begged Beverly, who was standing with them, for permission to do the same. She denied it.
ÒNever mind towelling him off,Ó Master said to Abigail, who had turned to run into the house and fetch a towel for the boy. ÒBring him over here. Dennis! Come and get the whip!Ó Dennis jogged over to Master. His prong wobbled obscenely in front of him and his balls swung in their tight little sack like churchbells hoping to be let down and rung.
ÒHere, take this. YouÕve whipped the ponyÕs ass before, havenÕt you? You know how to use this?Ó Master asked.
ÒWho do you thinkÕs been taking it running?Ó the boy answered.
ÒDonÕt get smart with me and IÕll give you everything you need,Ó Master answered.
ÒRight, sir,Ó Dennis replied. He took the whip from Master and then, in a show of respect for him, he saluted him. He did this with his penis standing stiffly up and wearing nothing at all, his hair still wet from the shower, clasping the pony whip in his fist.
ÒYour service to the cause is appreciated,Ó Master answered. He lifted his hand, Hitler-like, and acknowledged the boyÕs salute without saluting himself.
ÒForward, march!Ó Abigail told Dennis. ÒThey do both have to pee quite badly. We made each of them drink lots of water, and not a little wine too.Ó
ÒSounds like fun,Ó Dennis answered. Bare assed, he loped across the lawn to the girls. He was barefoot but, because the girls were expected to run with high, uplifted steps, raising their knees like show ponies, the girls were permitted to wear soft new sneakers. Master had ordered them from a store downtown. The special gait required of the girls served two purposes: not only would it make them look more alluring, it would slow their pace, allowing Dennis to keep abreast of their bottoms no matter how fast a runner either might prove to be.
ÒGirls,Ó Beverly said when Dennis had arrived behind them, whip in hand. Both Elaine and Jackie looked askance at each other, and back over their shoulders. ÒGirls!Ó Beverly said again. She slapped each of them on their flat bellies. She hoped, listening, that neither had been impregated by Dennis that morning. ÒGirls you are to run with a high, perfect step like IÕve told you. Yes, Jackie, I know you have to go to the bathroom. Quit whining about it and stand still. Now there will of course be extra punishment for the girl who finishes second, given tonight perhaps, or as soon as the race is over. And for each sloppy step you make, not lifting your knees properly, Dennis will be there, to crack you on your behinds. And I wouldnÕt try cheating and running away from him, Jackie,Ó Beverly said, eyeing the girl. ÒThere are special rooms in MasterÕs house for girls who do that. Rooms youÕd rather not see.Ó
Jackie bit her lip and looked down between her breasts at her sneakered feet. ÒYes, maÕam,Ó she said quietly. Helplessly she wiggled her knees, though sheÕd tried to stand still. She had to go to the bathroom extremely badly, and she needed something else besides. It was sticking up at her from behind, growing strait out of Dennis. She glanced back over her shoulder at it.
ÒStop looking at me, bitch!Ó Dennis warned. He had a gleeful look on his face.
ÒOoooh, I canÕt help it!Ó Jackie cried. ÒIt scares me,Ó she added, covering for herself, though she knew from the moisture between her legs that it didnÕt scare her perhaps as much as it should have.
Dennis stood behind the girls like a wet Poseidon waiting to hurl his lance. In between his legs his large cock, looking very much like a sausage one might buy in the store, stuck up from between his legs. Jackie considered the big sausage-like thing behind her, in her mind, not daring to look back at it, and mused that in the grocery, at least, the grocer had the decency to hang the sausage so that it was pointing down, instead of up at her face or (in this case) at her butt. Besides his male organ (as if that werenÕt enough), Dennis was armed with the pony lash. It was thicker than most whips, and this scared Jackie, who assumed the thin whips were better, though they were not, for they sliced into the skin more deeply. Jackie glanced over at Master and wondered how he could treat her so dreadfully. She was nude, permitted just soft little sneakers, which were cute and had nice little teddy bears on them but which needed, she thought, at least a pair of panties to go with them. Especially with a whip and a dick poised behind her to attack her. At least a pair of panties would have kept her hiney hole covered. Even the teensiest pair, its crotch string slicing between her pussy lips, would have nonetheless crossed over and protected her hiney hole. But she was denied even that, so that her poor bottom, her hole still sore from this morningÕs fucking, had nothing to rely on except the squeezing of her bare ass cheeks. Jackie tensed her bottom and hoped Dennis found someplace other than her poor, vulnerable hiney hole to stick his big thing.
In addition to being bare, Jackie had to pee. She didnÕt just have to go a little bit, she had to go quite terribly. She could feel the pee in her bladder and it felt like it was going to burst. How could she run with a full bladder? She might run to the toilet, but they wanted her to go running around the lawn, through the flowers and trees, for no other purpose than their own amusement, and with no potty waiting at the finish line for her. Jackie brushed her thighs together and wished she could at least run holding herself, with a hand between her legs, pressed up against her pussy. But her hands were both lofted up and back and fastened behind her neck. Her hair spilled down past her eyes and over her pinned-up hands and down her back. The breeze lifted it a little and then let it settle against her face again. Jackie tossed her head and felt very much like a horsey, reined and haltered and nude except for its horseshoes. She glanced nervously at Elaine. She shared the same fate, her lovely blonde mane of hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back, her hands drawn tightly up and behind her neck.
ÒGirls, I expect you to make fine runners,Ó Beverly told Elaine and Jackie. She stood topless before them, impeccably made up, as they were, but with her hair pinned neatly up in a bun, to keep it from interfering with her as she prepared the girls for their race. ÒYou are both to run with your head held high. You are to lift your knees, like fine Arabian horses, and run with perfectly straight backs. Do not fall. I do not wish either of you to be hurt. There is no purpose in that, it would injure you. This is for your MasterÕs erotic entertainment, nothing more.Ó She looked at both girls, their flat bellies, their high-set, large breasts, too large really for girls who were to make their living modelling. She gazed at their long legs and their prettily shod feet in new shoes.
ÒI want to go home,Ó Jackie said. Beverly, who was topless like she, but with big womanÕs bosoms that hung sumptuoulsly on her chest, while JackieÕs, though imponderably large, still perched high, looked at her. The girl asked to go home, yet she did not say her code word. She did not even say ElaineÕs code word, which she might have been able to remember, even if she could not remember the cruel long one Master had given her.
ÒYou want to use the potty,Ó Beverly said. She looked at the girlÕs fretful knees. ÒWhen you have finished the race, whether you come in second or first, you will be allowed to use the potty. Right away. With no waiting or hesitation.Ó
ÒThen letÕs get GOING!Ó Jackie blurted. Beverly placed a soft, warm hand on the girlÕs tummy.
ÒAh, my sweet. You love this, donÕt you? Your Master watching you, a randy young boy standing behind you dreaming of doing impossible things to your body, your friend beside you to keep you company.Ó Beverly laughed. ÒI know you love being the center of attention, my dear, and you would trade almost anything to keep the limelight on you always.Ó She kissed the girl. Jackie flinched but let the womanÕs mouth take hers, finally, the tongue intruding, Beverly bending her backward as she kissed her. Between her legs Jackie insinuated a finger. The girlÕs thighs were tight-pressed but she managed it somehow.
ÒDONÕT!Ó Jackie shouted into the womanÕs mouth. She wriggled as she felt the womanÕs finger find and touch her spot. It rubbed her lightly. Jackie swooned.
Beverly stood up. Jackie blushed. She bowed her head and bit her lip. She scissored her thighs together ever more quickly, wishing, needing the finger there which Beverly now withdrew. Beverly stepped to Elaine. The blonde stood quietly, uncomplainingly, wriggling a little with her need to pee but otherwise saying nothing. She was the opposite of Jackie. Quiet, reserved, like a high-born girl, above the fray and the masses. Beverly kissed her lips and the girl received the kiss, showing no emotion, save the tensing of her bottom and the shifting of her knees as she continued to feel the weight of her pee in her bladder. Beverly brushed a hand across the girlÕs pubis, wedged her finger between the thighs a little. (No matter how tight-pressed they were a space remained at their apex.) A kiss, a sigh. Beverly withdrew.
ÒWhat sort of prize do we get if we win?Ó Jackie asked. Despite trembling with her need to pee, she nonetheless asked for a prize. Beverly smiled. Zanzibar was nowhere near the girlÕs mind.
Beverly turned, gazed at Master. It was a legitimate request, she thought. Though they were loveslaves they might have a prize. She called to Master. He listened, casually answered. Abigail was sitting on his lap and her skirt was pulled up. Her panties ringed her knees. They were not doing decent things together. Master called an answer. He did not say it loudly for he seemed to be busy. His hips gave a brief, upward push. Abigail bit her lip, gasped. The wind caught MasterÕs voice and the sound did not quite reach BeverlyÕs ears.
ÒHe says you get a flea collar,Ó Beverly smiled.
ÒA flea collar?!Ó Jackie yelled.
ÒNevermind the prize. I have to pee,Ó Elaine scolded Jackie. She seemed distressed at seeing her Master enjoying Abigail instead of herself. She hoped perhaps to finish the race before Master did, to join him in his chair and take him across the finish line herself.
Beverly took a small firing pistol from the waistband of her dress. It had made her look rather like some Moll Flanders, the gun stuck jauntily in her dress, pressing up against the side of her belly, and now she checked it, turned it in her hands, and addressed the girls. ÒYou are both to start running when I fire the gun. Not before, not after.Ó She glanced at Jackie. ÒAnd also be sure to pay attention, so that you start running when the gun goes off. DonÕt be glancing at Master or thinking about Dennis and where heÕs going to put that big penis of his. DonÕt be thinking about your bladders.Ó She lifted the gun into the air. She cast a sideways glance at Master as a scream from Abigail was heard. He put his hands on her hips and began bouncing her up and down in his lap. ÒIt is time,Ó Beverly smiled. She fired the gun.
Both girls took off in a flash. They both had to pee quite badly and they knew, even if they knew nothing else, that when the race was done the winner, at least, would get to go inside and use the potty. With flashing eager legs they dashed across the summer grass, under the bright sunshine and the high, cirrus-like wisps of clouds that abraded the sky. Their bare asses churned behind them, the smooth satiny white cheeks working hard as their legs pumped. Their sneakers left prints in the longish grass as they crossed it, following the border of the yard. They had to dash out to the edge of MasterÕs property and then follow the back yard all the way around. Dennis tore after them. His big sausage-like cock bounced wildly out in front of him. His balls dandled underneath, twin walnuts caught in a vulnerable sack that hung freely under his crotch. All was displayed, all was denuded and caution was thrown to the wind. A coach would have admonished Dennis not to run around without a jock strap on, that the severe jerking and bouncing of his nude cock and balls would cause them injury. But he was too excited and too young to care. He chased the girls with an evil grin on his face and was glad to be naked.
Elaine and Jackie ran like bunnies fleeing the hunter. Their white tailed bottoms invited attack and Dennis struck at them with the whip. Elaine howled, her composure broken. A red print appeared across her bare ass and tears almost burst from her eyes. She bit her lip and somehow held them back. Jackie hoped to outrun Dennis, but her knees were not kept high like they should be and he gave her a thumping slash across her heiney.
ÒOoooh! DonÕt DO that!Ó Jackie wailed. She wanted to reach back and clutch at her bottom but her hands were tied up high behind her neck and she could do nothing but run. Dennis gave her another swat. Tears wet her face and she suddenly began peeing.
ÒWhat?!Ó Dennis proclaimed. He glanced back at Beverly and pointed at the disobedient girl.
ÒIÕm watering the grass!Ó Jackie yelped. Dennis gave her another swat with the whip. She ran faster, the pee trailed out behind her like an airliner releasing its waste into the upper atmosphere.
Through tulips and beds of lilies the girls ran, past vermilion zinnias and through bushy goldenrod that brushed up against their legs. They ran round a big oak tree, Dennis pausing to swat their bottoms as they came round past him; then they ran on under the consoling branches of a droopy willow tree and across a little wooden bridge that passed over a decorative man-made brook. They zoomed past a bird bath, forgetting completely to keep their feet high as Dennis kept striking their bottoms. A red robin, its bath interrupted, took wing and fled to the trees.
A the stream emptied into a reflecting pool. On other days the girls might have laid in the long soft grass and admired their faces and their bodies in it but now they ran past it lickety-split, their red bottoms mirrored in its still water as they passed. They ran to a lilac bush and then went around it, Dennis catching them on their bottoms again as they made the required circumnavigation of it. Then it was on to another tree, an evergreen, and they ran round its prickly branches, catching their legs in the tips of its lowest branches as they circled it, trying to avoid Dennis and his whip.
At last both girls, having made the complete circuit of the yard, raced for the finish line. Their bosoms bounced like gourds in a runaway cart as each strove to outpace the other. In the distance, AbigailÕs cries could be heard, as Master humped her from behind on his lap.
Jackie sped ahead of Elaine. The blonde realized her friendÕs emptied bladder gave her an advantage. With a sudden brave resolve, Elaine decided to pee. As she ran, a stream suddenly burst from between her legs. Dennis was close behind and he yelled in dismay as he suddenly found himself, once again, dashing through pee-wettened grass. He flung the lash across ElaineÕs ass. She shouted, the whip seemed to serve as a spur. Suddenly, still peeing, she raced ahead of Jackie. The brunette ran even faster, her legs pumping hard, but she couldnÕt catch Elaine and the blonde beat her over the finish line by a half-second. BeverlyÕs body served as the start line as well as the finish line and she smiled at both girls as they crossed in front of her.
Elaine and Jackie panted. Their chests heaved. Their nipples stood hard on their round bosoms. Their bottoms were a mass of red marks on white flesh. Their hands remained caught up behind their necks. They struggled to try to break their hands free of the backs of their collars but it was no use, and they were forced to waggle their punished bottoms in the cool air. Dennis grinned. He wished to hit them some more but Beverly forbade it.
Master finished with Abigail. He set her down on her feet and the girl straightened her dress and awkwardly pulled up her panties. She brought a flask of wine to the girls. Elaine and then Jackie were made to open their mouths to the nozzle of the flask. Each received a cooling squirt of wine between their lips. Beverly asked for wine, opened her mouth, Jackie gave her a draught. Dennis took the flask from Abigail and put the nozzle to his lips and squeezed long squirts of the liquor into his mouth. Then he turned what was left on Elaine and Jackie. He sent them running across the yard, toward the house, squirting red wine all over their bodies.
Master realized, with the wisdom of his age, that it was counterproductive to his interests to let such a randy young lad as Dennis get all worked up and then to deny him. He nodded at Dennis as the girls reached the door of the house. Dennis smiled.
Elaine and Jackie ran upstairs to their bedroom. Both girls jumped on their bed and quickly turned about to defend themselves. But Elaine only presented claws, her sharp fingernails, and Dennis, seeing them, only laughed. Jackie grabbed a teddy bear from the nightstand beside the bed and she held it up in front of her, as if it might, somehow, be transformed into a real bear and its smiling bear face, gazing out at Dennis, would eat him. She gave a growl, hiding behind the bear. Dennis wasnÕt fooled and the bear remained pleasantly fuzzy.
All afternoon the screams of the girls could be heard through the open window of their bedroom as Dennis balled them in every way imaginable.
Elaine was not, however, fucked in her ass, and the next evening, sitting on MasterÕs lap as he smoked his pipe and the fire burned high in the fireplace, she confided to him, whispering in his ear, that her bottom was still virgin.
MasterÕs face showed surprise. He leaned back a little, regarded Elaine. Her long hair was pinned loosely up. Blonde strands of it hung down past her ears and past the cheeks of her face. She was nude. Her skin was soft and she had just bathed. Her bottom was white again It was settled neatly into MasterÕs lap and she wriggled it a bit as she told him of her virginity. Master wore a suit and tie. He liked going to swing clubs and resurrecting the old rituals, the man as Master of his house, the females in it as wives, or pets, or happy girlfriends. He moved his legs apart a little and Jackie, leaning up against his legs, was forced to adjust her posture. She was playing idly with jacks on the hardwood floor at his feet. Her ball bounced away from her. Beverly leaned forward in her chair, caught it as it bounced past, tossed it back. Abigail served them wine, topless in her maidÕs uniform. Beverly was topless, wearing a knee-length skirt. Jackie was nude like Beverly. Dennis knelt by the fire. He was stabbing it vigorously with an iron poker. He liked seeing the sparks fly up. He adjusted the logs in the fire to make them assume different architectural poses. He was naked, his bare ass sticking out behind him. He had a stiff erection between his thighs but heÕd smoked pot all afternoon in the barn, by himself, and was pleasantly docile and happy despite his erection. Master was irritated, at first, when he discovered that Dennis had been smoking. The boy had not brought pot around on his workdays before and, worse, today was not a work day for him, but heÕd come anyway. God knows why he decided to spend all afternoon getting high in the barn. Now he was naked in MasterÕs house, delighting the girls with the sight of his cock. Master wasnÕt sure what to do with him.
The girls loved Master more than ever. He was becoming like a father to them, it seemed, for he was extremely sensitive to their needs, like a perfect lover would be, yet he provided for them at a level few lovers could hope to match. Whatever they wished, he allowed it, and they both now wore expensive jeweled collars around their necks to show them he was willing to splurge on them even for high-ticket items. At the same time that he indulged them, there was a frightening side to him. He was tall and strong and he had, he admitted, perverse tastes. But after being punished in the white-tiled room the girls had felt exhilerated. And after running in the yard, peeing all over the place, their punishment had been to suffer under the virile assult of Dennis, a not entirely disagreeable outcome. So now Elaine whispered to Master that her bottom was still virgin, and Jackie, playing at his feet, waited for whatever might happen. They were carefree and they both felt deliciously unfettered, despite wearing jewelled collars that were locked around their necks that they could not remove.
ÒWe must remedy this situation,Ó Master said to Elaine.
ÒI was hoping, well, that youÕd think of something,Ó Elaine said with a small, half-worried giggle. ÒI helped Jackie with hers but I donÕt want her helping me with mine. SheÕs too little. She wouldnÕt do it right.Ó
ÒThanks a lot,Ó Jackie piped up from MasterÕs feet. But she continued playing jacks, listening to them talk. Unknown to Master Dennis had slipped her a joint and sheÕd gotten a buzz sitting in an upstairs bathroom, by herself, taking a bath and smoking her joint amidst the bubbles. Beverly had caught her but said nothing, left her unpunished and had not told Master. Elaine had complained later that the bathroom smelled like a strange weed but sheÕd never smoked pot, despite all her other adventures, and she couldnÕt place the smell. SheÕd been scared straight by DARE in the fourth grade and sheÕd always stayed away from drugs. Unfortunately her elementary school hadnÕt offered an anti-bondage program, and so sheÕd gotten herself into that, and now sat waiting for Master to decide how to perversely relieve her of her anal virginity.
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