Subject: Mother's Owner #5
From: Hawaiian Heat <hheat@accessus.net>
Date: Sun, 20 Oct 1996 22:17:50 -0500
Message-ID: <Pine.LNX.3.95.961020221723.11027E-100000@mtvernon1.accessus.net>
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not appreciate such,
don't
take offense. Just go on to the next posting.
If you're under age or immature forget the following.
If you're offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ... ETC then go on to
the next posting.
You've been warned!!!
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Mother's Owner # 5
by Paladin
rpaladin@ix.netcom.com
Horrified Olive looked up to the sound of the approaching feet and
perceived a small girl and boy approaching down the row of cages.
She was shocked. <They would see her.... She was naked... They... could
be her saviors> The emotions all flooded together and then she looked up
hopefully..
"Please please help me... I ...." Olive pleaded as she sought to cover
her corpulent female appendages with her hands.
The young girl cut her off immediately.
"Didn't they tell you to shut up till someone talks to you. Where is
that
stuff? This one needs a lot of it." the little girl demanded.
<OH GOD NOT THEM TOO...> O thought. She reached up with her hands and
attempted to protect her mamorys from the new arrivals. As she was fixed in
place by the prods and the choke chain there was nothing else to do.
Horrified
she waited in the imposed silence praying they did not fine the little red
bottle.
"Old bitch ain't she?", the boy observed, "And she ain't so well
trained
as the other one. Get your hands off them tits lady. Just let um hang right
down there. Why Molly here might want to suck um, if they is nice enough. You
want ta suck um Molly?" The boy called over his shoulder to the girl.
Defeated O let her arms fall down to her side. As she looked up, she
observed with horror that the little girl had acquired the small red bottle.
She followed its every movement with her eyes. While she was distracted!
She jumped, startled when a small dirty hand grabbed a fist full of her
left tit. She reached up to remove it when it twisted and the boys voice
saying,
"She's old enough to be mama, but she got nicer, bigger tits. Lookie
here
Molly. They's plumb as big as you whole head." convinced her that it was
futile. She had to just stay still and maybe they would not use the little
red
bottle.
"They are not... but they are a sight, ain't they.." The little girl
said
reaching out to take possession of the dangling right fleshy globe. She still
retained the bottle with her right hand.
The little hand grabbed the right orb and dug in with another set of
filthy fingers. They both twisted and weighed the breast meat and then the
girl
observed,
"Soft uns... Not like the puny little ones the other bitch had." I bet
they give a lot of milk when she is in season. Wonder if mine will ever be as
big and soft..."
"Na you'll never get utters like these. You'll get little fired eggs
like
ma's. This here is a growed up woman. I like her. Wonder if'n ma will let us
keep her?" The boy inquired. "Bet she'd fit right under my bed. The things we
could have her do..."
"Ma'd tan our asses if she knowed we's fooling around here. Let's just
do
something to her and leave." the little girl said holding the dreaded red
bottle up to the boy.
"No no please I... I'll give you money or something...." Olive offered.
"Don't see no money or nothing but these," the boy observed as he
continued to play with the fleshy orb. "I could take out my pocket knife and
cut um off. Yea!! That be something. Old Billy don't have no tits in his
collection. Just pictures..."
He reached into his back pocket and produced a rusted old pocket knife.
He opened it and pushed it through the bars to acquire it for his collection.
Just think a 'tit' a real one.
Olive began screaming and pleading and trying to hold the boys knife
hand
from it's intended task.
Try as he might he could not position the desired flesh and knife where
he could lop it off... (Olive was being very uncorrupative.)
"Molly help me hold her hands... I'll give you the left one.. if'n you
help." the boy promised.
"I don't know... Fred." Molly commented but she grabbed Olives right
hand
and managed to hold it out from the tussle. "She'll just bleed soo much and
then she won't be so nice to play with again. Besides Lonia will know it was
us
and she will be so mad.. at us. We better not. Besides ma won't let us keep
um
in the house. Remember that snake you done brought home?"
"You girls always stick together... Never let a guy have any fun. Maybe
I'll just do a nip." Fred offered as he still tussled with Olives left hand
for
the possession of the object of his desire. He wanted something for his
collection.
"Why don't we just have her do you with her mouth, like the other one
did. Then we could go play down by the creek." Molly offered.
"How we be sure she'd want to do me?" the boy inquired trying to
position
the knife for the flick.
"OH please let me do you..." Olive pleaded, "I'll be ever soo good to
you... "
"Well OK but she has to do you too Molly." Fred demanded, "So as you
won't tell on me to MA. She does us both or I'm going to fleck this thing
off."
Fred had finally got the blade positioned just above the nipple. Olive froze
with fear. Any motion now might lose her her precious treasure.
"Please I'll do you and her and any thing you say only Please don't..."
O
pleaded with the youngster. She hoped the little girl would agree... She
looked
up pleading the girl.
"Oh well I guess... but none of your trying to feel my cookie while she
does me. You want to feel something you feel her's" Molly demanded. "You are
just too fresh with those fingers.."
"Aw well OK.. but you got to take off that dress so I can see those
little nips of your's." Fred bargained. "It is soo cute when they get all
stiff
and you go all... funny."
"Sometimes I think you are just awful Fred. They ain't nothing but
nipples. Just like you got.." Molly explained but secretly glad he had
noticed.
Fred stood up loosed his jeans and lowered them and his yellow stained
shorts. The smell from the unwashed child of nature would have turned O off
in
ordinary circumstances, but one look at the rusty blade the boy had dropped
by
her cage convinced her to do the boy and do him quick. She counted her
blessings.
His little bud was hidden in the sparse forest of black hair. O,
convinced that she had to do it, reached right in there. No coyness no
teasing
now. It might be misrepresented, she quickly manually guided the smelly one
eyed slug to her precious mouth. She was tempted to try hold it still with
her
teeth but decided against it when the sun glinted off the blade.
"Come on, come on, get that tongue in there a working." Fred ordered
her.
<Where were these kids raised a whore house??> Olive wondered but she
slowly drew the tip of her tongue, across his little prick head.
"Molly get me my knife." Fred demanded.
The girl came closer and retrieved the dreaded implement. She thrust it
through the cage bars and commenced to scraping it over the tender white tit
flesh of the sucking woman.
"Maybe it wouldn't bleed soo much if I just took the nip." Molly
whispered into Olives right ear. Fred's organ began to stiffen at the sound
of
that.
Olive commenced to Laval like her life depended on it. (Really the
nipple
did.)
"Now that is better... What the other one say that was... a dow job or
something." Fred observed as he stroked O's hair in appreciation of her
ministrations.
"A blow job, silly" Molly said, "Only they don't blow ." she scraped
the
blade a little deeper, "They suck... and then they drain these." the girl
cradled her brothers lightly haired balls in her other hand.
"AAAA AH AHAhhh ahahahhhh" Fred murmured as his little white ass did a
staccato dance and then became still. "Molly you let them go!" Fred ordered
when his sense returned.
"Was she good Fred?" Molly inquired still retaining possession of
Fred's
jewels.
"Better than the other one." Fred observed. "Now let go and lets see
her
do you."
"Aw do I have to. I mean I helped and that last one just wasn't what I
liked." Molly objected as she reluctantly let go of Fred's hairy orbs.
"Oh but this one is better and older. Probably more experienced." Fred
offered, "Ain't you bitch?"
"I don't know... but she is positioned all wrong for doing girls."
Molly
objected.
O was at a loss as to what to say. She was 'experienced' with girls...
Well no but now she would lie to give them what they wanted.
"Aw I can fix that. Help me turn the cage over." Fred said.
A lot of tugging and heaving and finally the two industrious kids had O
on her back, facing the sky. Her tits puddled on her chest and her hairy twat
was still stuffed with the prods. Her ankles were chained apart.
Fred fiddled with the cage lock and got it opened. Molly reached for
the
hem of her dress. Looking around to insure their were no strangers she
finally
stood up straight and in one fluid motion lifted the cloth over her little
head. She had small immature nipples and no breast definition. She could be a
boy for all you could see.
She looked around and assured herself that no one was there, except
Fred.
Then she lowered her panties revealing a cute little cookie totally devoid of
hair. The small pink lips were soo small and the whole package was soo...
(Well
you know!!)
She looked over and exclaimed, "Fred you quit that... or I'll tell
MA."
As she observed her brother jacking his pud at the vision of child hood
innocence.
"Quit what?" Fred asked innocently as his penis stood out straight from
its attaching point. (AW to be young and inexhaustible.) He quickly removed
his
hand from its natural task.
"You ain't getting any more for a long while. You hurt me too much
last
time. You told me you'd stop and you wouldn't..." Molly said squatting down
and
backing into the cage. Her filthy feel came to rest beside Olives ears and
the
small pussy descended.
After last night Olive knew what was required. She used her fingers to
open the little clam like lips and commenced to laveling the little bud
hidden
there in. It was soo small and the utheria was microscopic..
Molly responded with the abandonment of youth. She wiggled and squirmed
her privates against the pleasuring tongue. She did not pay any attention to
Fred till she felt his hand grab her hair. Lost in her passion she did not
say
anything but her mouth opened soundlessly.
When she peered up at the small column of white flesh, its eye peered
right into her's. She opened her mouth further to object but Fred knew an
opportunity when he saw one and he took it.
Stuck as she was, Molly could only squirm and suck.. soon the two
merged
in her tiny belly and she commenced to coming and coming.
She did not even stop when Fred lose his small (for it as his second in
a
short time) load. She replaced his fleshy column with her thumb, like she had
years ago, as a child. It was better than Fred. This did not go down and
taste
so cheesy.
Fred stood back and marveled at how the female of the species could get
soo many cums from just a hole and some lips.... (Damn Women)
Molly finally tired of the ministrations of Olives tongue. (Olive was
convinced that another minute and her precious pink organ would have fallen
off. The girl was insatiable!!)
Molly waddled out of the cage and shouted at Fred,
YOU.... YOU Stink.... I hate you You.... You do that again and
I'll......"
"AW you loved every drop of it and don't tell me different. Now help me
get this here cage back up right before Lonia or Ma comes and tans out
hides."
Fred demanded.
It seemed it took greater effort to right the cage but maybe it was
that
the kids were tired out from O's ministrations. Finally when they got things
positioned like they felt it had been they turned to leave.
"Please please." O began,"Tell you mother to come rescue me. I'll
giv..."
"Not hardly," Fred said. "She liked ta wore out her belt on us last
time
when she found us when that other gal Carol. No we won't tell and if'n you
know
what is good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut bout us being here. Else
wise
next time I'll bring daddy's hedge clippers. Be real easy to snip off one of
them there tits for sure..."
"Why is it all you think about is breasts?" Molly asked.
"What else she got. A stinky hole and some hair... Na these is what a
guy
wants to have for his own." Fred observed as he stuck his hand inside the
cage
for a final feel of the desired flesh.
The kids seemed to lose interest as they disappeared down the row of
cages from which they had come. This left Olive with a horrible taste in her
mouth and the stuffed feeling in her gut. The sun rose and rose till it was
beyond noon.
O was now dying for a drink of water and very hungry. She waited alone
with the flys and gnats causing her no end of torment. She decided for the
10th
or was it the 20th time to exercise her clit.. She should do something else
but
their was nothing to do and the didlows kept her mind centered in her belly.
She reached up to start...
She was almost there when she heard footsteps....
More to come.............