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Subject: Sins of the Flesh part 2 of 5 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SINS OF THE FLESH
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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 Jackie’s 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 girl’s 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 tub’s 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.
“Almost faded now,” Elaine said. She reached into the tub and
put a hand under Jackie’s tummy to keep her bottom aloft, then used her
other hand to skim it lightly across Jackie’s fanny.
“Oooh. Don’t!” Jackie whined.
“Silly, it can’t possibly hurt anymore,” Elaine said. She
patted the girl’s bottom and found she didn’t flinch. “See?”
“Well I’m still careful about it,” Jackie said cautiously.
“What will you do once your master’s marks are gone? Hmmm?”
Elaine asked the girl. She’d been parading her bottom around for almost
a week now, talking about it incessantly and taking prissy precautions
with it. ‘Oh, I can’t sit there!’ she’d declare, eating lunch with
Elaine and the other models. ‘That chair looks much too hard.’ 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 master’s 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.
“Well, I won’t ever see HIM again, that’s for sure!” Jackie
said loudly.
“Keep your bottom up. Don’t wiggle so much,” Elaine replied.
She ran her finger again over the girl’s 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 Jackie’s cheeks with her hands.
She wedged her thumb into her bottom.
“OOooch!” Jackie blurted. Her head rose up from the foam
completely. Her small swan-like neck strained.
“There. Feel better now, hmmm?” Elaine asked. She withdrew
her thumb from the girl’s hole and a little outsucking pop could be
heard.
“Oh, don’t DO that!!” Jackie protested. “Now my bottom hurts!”
“Good,” 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 Elaine’s opinion, of
being a brunette. Men didn’t fear her, except possibly because of her
age, and as a result she’d 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.
“You’re still an initiate, you know,” Elaine told Jackie.
“Oooh, really?” 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.
“Yes,” Elaine said. “But you don’t have to have Sam as your
master again if you don’t want to. I noticed you left after breakfast
Saturday morning...”
“Oh, I was just tired,” Jackie replied. She settled lower into
the bubbles.
“The party lasted all weekend, you know,” Elaine said. She
went to the bathroom’s sink and looked into the big mirror above it and
began brushing her hair.
“Well...” Jackie said.
Elaine laughed. Perhaps to maintain a sense of modesty among
themselves they hadn’t 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. “I watched
you rolling around among all the bodies. You were quite popular!”
“I couldn’t really see who was doing what to me,” Jackie said
shyly. “Or who I was doing what to.”
“Well, the men found you quite delectable. I think they knew
very well who they were doing it to!”
“At least none of them got himself up my bottom,” Jackie said
quietly.
“Oh, your treasured little bottom!” Elaine laughed. She looked
at the girl, still brushing out her long locks. “You’re just lucky,
that’s all. The men were all too randy to get themselves up you without
hurting you. I wouldn’t count on being so lucky next time, though!”
“I’m only 15,” Jackie said. “They should wait at least until
I’ve finished my SECOND year of high school before they do my poop
hole!”
“Well,” Elaine said. “I notice you haven’t been returning
Sam’s calls. Shall I arrange for a different guy to have you this
weekend?”
“No,” Jackie said quite definitely. Elaine realized she’d
treaded too closely onto the girl’s morals. She was resisting not
because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t want to admit what
she wanted to. And, listening to the girl’s voice and watching her
face, she knew the ‘no’ hadn’t been produced by a desire to return to
Sam. She’d 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.
“Well, we’re having a little get-together this weekend at
Joyce’s,” Elaine told Jackie. “She owns her own modelling agency and
some of her models are earning really high fees. I’m going, and a guy’s
escorting me. He used to play football but now he’s in real estate. I
told him he could bring a friend of his along. I’ll let them both
escort me if you don’t want to come.” She turned and, without saying
another word, she left the bathroom.
All afternoon Jackie lounged about Elaine’s apartment. She
skipped a modelling assignment and went with Elaine’s to the hair
dressers. They did their makeup together afterward, sitting on the sun
porch out behind Elaine’s 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
Elaine’s 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.
“You’re awfully pokey about going home today if you’re not
planning to go out,” Elaine said. She caught Jackie by the chin and
drew the girl’s face close to her. She selected a pale lipstick and
traced it across the girl’s lips.
“Ooo I miooght gooo oooutt,” Jackie mouthed over the lipstick.
“Don’t talk when I’m putting lipstick on you,” Elaine
answered. She retraced her line across the girl’s lips, making them
glossier. Then she drew her hand away, and let go of Jackie’s chin.
Jackie puckered her lips, then smacked them.
“Mmmm, I like this lipstick!” Jackie said. She gazed at her
face into a small mirror set up on the table.
“You’re going to look very pretty tonight reading the
Encyclopedia Britannica,” Elaine teased.
“Well, I just want to see what your boyfriend looks like,”
Jackie said.
“Oh, curious hmmm?” Elaine asked. She reached for one of the
girl’s hands and drew it to her and began painting her nails.
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
“I know,” Jackie said. She gave a childish sigh.
Jackie was quite excited by the time the men were due to
arrive. For a girl who’d 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.
“Just to try it, since you were so nice to buy it,” Jackie said
to Elaine as Elaine zipped it up for her. But then she’d 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.
“Hi, guys,” 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.
“Hi,” he said cheerfully to the brunette.
“Ooooh, hello,” 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 Elaine’s 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 Joyce’s.
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.
“My, you’re off to a quick start in life,” 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
she’d 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 room’s home. Joyce hung up Jackie’s coat in a small closet. Elaine
wore no coat. She regarded Jackie’s coat as more of a show of modesty
than anything else. It apparently, combined with Jackie’s age, caused
Joyce some concern.
“Jackie,” 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. “We’re having a
party tonight that will be rather...” Joyce paused for a correct choice
of words. Her eyes flicked at Hollis, Jackie’s escort, apprised him a
moment and then switched back to Jackie. “Onerous.” 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.
“I know,” Jackie offered. Her voice was high-pitched and she
squeezed Hollis’ 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.
“By that I mean,” Joyce said to Jackie frankly, “That you can
expect to have to remove your pretty party dress. Have you been to
parties before where that has happened?”
“One,” 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.
“Madam,” 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 20’s. A man followed, a girl with shoulder-length brown hair
holding his hand, the man perhaps 30, the girl no more than 20.
“What is it, Rebecca?” Joyce asked the Parisian model.
“Sally is being wilful,” the black-haired French beauty
answered. She pointed to the redhead whose hand she held.
“Fine. The cabin is available,” Joyce replied. She turned
back to Elaine and Jackie and their escorts. The small troupe that had
entered the foyer withdrew.
“Have her dress off,” Joyce said quickly to Elaine, as if
making a decision against her will, and doing it swiftly to avoid
changing her mind.
“What?” Jackie asked. She spoke with wounded surprise.
“Her dress,” Joyce said to Elaine. “Unzip it. I won’t admit a
child to my home for this sort of party. Let me see what she really
possesses.” She eyed Jackie angrily. “If your bra is stuffed, young
lady, you’re going home,” 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 Jackie’s
dress. Elaine had zipped it up and now she unzipped it, wishing she’d
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 wasn’t 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.
Jackie’s dress fell from her shoulders. Her bosom, wrapped in
a frilly but gauzy white bra, came into view. Perhaps vengefully, Joyce
didn’t content herself with simply looking at the girl in her bra. The
full curve of Jackie’s bosoms could be seen through the cups, as well as
her nipples, but Joyce strode forward and yanked Jackie’s shoulder
straps down from her arms and tore the cups off her tits.
“Oh!” Jackie cried. “Madam, you are rude!” she declared.
Joyce cupped both the girl’s 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. “You are well endowed,” she admitted
finally. Her voice became soft. “You may have to have these reduced if
you wish to become truly successful as a model,” she said. Then,
lifting her eyes, looking at the others, she said, “Come. Let us not
waste time on trivialities. She is too special a prize for that.” And,
turning, she clasped Jackie’s free hand, the one Hollis wasn’t 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 Jackie’s party dress folded over her arm.
“Do you like them?” Joyce asked Jackie.
“Yes, very much,” Jackie replied in a small voice.
“I shall have my gardeners cut some for you to take home with
you,” 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 Jackie’s 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 they’d met in the foyer. The man she’d 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 “wilful.” 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 redhead’s abundant mane of bright curls up in a
small fist. It left her back bare, though in her kneeling position the
redhead’s 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 redhead’s 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 man’s
stick.
“Mistress!” the French girl blurted, upon seeing Joyce.
“At ease, little one,” Joyce replied. “Continue your playing.”
“She will not take the brand, mistress!” 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.
“All of us must bear a mark of our servitude,” Joyce replied
easily. She turned to Ben. “Lock the door,” she told him. “We will
not be going out again tonight.”
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
room’s 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 man’s
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.
“Undress, get everything off,” 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 girl’s bra. It no longer covered her breasts but she
freed it from the girl’s 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.
“I’ll enjoy seeing that in the guillotine,” 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 he’d 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 brand’s 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 “A.”
“Alfonse, it is hot now,” 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. “Turn around, get your bottom facing it,” 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.
“Get up, get your ass up on the log!” 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.
“Ooooh, no!” 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 brunette’s knees no
longer touched the floor, for her legs weren’t 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.
“In 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,” 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 Jackie’s
other hand. Ben and Elaine held hands, standing a little to the side of
Joyce, watching the redhead prepared for the brand.
“Oh, it’s awful!” 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 Joyce’s calm intonation, flinched, squeezed Jackie’s
hand as much for support as to restrain her.
“They are only playing tonight but she will be back in a month
and her master will make his mark permanent on her body,” Joyce said.
“Watch!” 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 redhead’s face and settled her black-furred pubis atop the girl’s
flaming head. She sat facing the redhead’s ass, which was perched up on
the log. Enjoying the soft rubbing of her sex upon the redhead’s tense,
tossing head, she reached back to the girl’s 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 Alfonse’s initial. The
French girl held open the redhead’s 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 redhead’s split-apart bottom.
“Ommph! Ommmph! Eeeeek!” the redhead gasped. Her mouth gaped
open on her third cry and she lost the bit. Joyce hurried forward,
letting go of both Hollis’s and Jackie’s hands, and quickly stuffed the
bit back into the redhead’s mouth.
“You’ll damage your pretty teeth if you don’t keep this in
place,” 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 redhead’s 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.
“Shall I do the hole itself too?” the brunette asked softly,
looking up at the man with the stick. He laughed.
“It would serve her right, but she’s been fairly good. We have
not had to tie her. Let it go. She would have a painful poop if we
did. She’s going to have an interesting experience wiping for the next
few days anyway, with all those little boiling brands on her flesh.”
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 redhead’s 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 redhead’s behind, began humping the bearskin. She
gasped with pleasure and gave the redhead’s 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.
“He’s playing with himself,” Jackie complained to Joyce.
“Hollis!” Joyce cried. She pointed to the brazier. “Take him
over there and make him kneel with his cock over the coals,” she told
Jackie. The girl stared back at her dumbly. “Hurry, girl! He must be
controlled!” 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.
“Kneel down,” 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 Hollis’s 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.
“Yoooch! This is hot!” Hollis exclaimed. Jackie patted his
bottom.
“Keep your hands away from your dick,” she instructed. “Let
your big penis feel how warm its going to be when it finally gets inside
me.” Her voice was like a cat, purring. Hollis trembled, his cock
beginning to sweat.
“Do your testicles feel it to?” Jackie asked in an artless
voice.
“Sure,” Hollis replied. Between his legs his big sac of sperm
bulged out, clamped and held by his closely-pressed, trembling thighs.
“Good. No cold showers for you!” Jackie exclaimed. “We’re
going to keep your nuts nice and toasty until its time for you to spend
them in some lucky gal.” She gave Hollis a smile. He looked at her,
slightly unnerved, not knowing quite what to do.
“That’s good, keep him nice and warm where it counts until
we’re ready for him, Jackie,” Joyce called. The girl grinned at the
woman and then, stealthily, she inserted a finger into her snatch and
began frigging herself.
“Don’t tell,” 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 wasn’t 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 redhead’s sobbing,
gasping head, leaving a bit of herself behind in the girl’s 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
brunette’s approach, quickly drew her finger from inside her dell. The
brunette smiled. She pretended to poke her hot brand at Hollis’s penis,
making him flinch. Then she stabbed again, feigning that she was going
to brand his bulging testicles with Alfonse’s 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 girl’s dell. The girl
from Paris gasped, wedged herself down hard on the brunette, feeling the
girl’s 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 girl’s
mouth and Elaine and Ben watched, the man spent at last into the
redhead’s 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 redhead’s 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 girl’s. 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.
“This is for your penis,” 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. “I bought this in
Iran,” she said to him, as if explaining some tourist trinket to a
friend. “They use this in Iran to punish sex offenders, politicians
caught with women who aren’t their wives, or others, like authors, who
have the temerity to post sex stories on the Net, in violation of the
Koran. And,” she added, looking at Ben, “Also to punish those who
download sex stories from the Net.” 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.
“Stick your thing right in here,” 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 women’s 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
guillotine’s posts.
“Run your finger along it, dear. It’s quite real,” Joyce said
of the blade. She took Ben’s hand and made him stick out one of his
fingers and she drew it along the underside of the blade.
“Yeowch!” 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 Ben’s bleeding finger in the girl’s mouth.
“Suck it,” Joyce told Elaine. She smiled. “Now you are
tasting your lover’s blood. How does it taste, hmmmm?”
“Hokay,” Elaine said over Ben’s finger. She seemed worried
that things might get out of hand, glanced down at Ben’s captive cock.
It stuck through the guillotine temptingly. A feminist would have
loosed the string and let him enjoy life as a girl.
“Oh, yes. You’re in danger now, aren’t you?” 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.
“Now, you might ask, what do we use this for?” Joyce said to
Ben.
“The thought had crossed my mind,” Ben replied. His bare buns
tensed reflexively as he studied his cock in the guillotine.
“Sometimes gays come in here. They like to pierce each other’s
penises, or infiltrate each other’s balls, stuff like that,” Joyce told
Ben. “To 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.”
“Yes, indeed,” 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.
“Don’t do that!” Ben gasped.
Joyce laughed. Her breasts shook with her laughter and her
nipples were ridid. Elaine continued to suck on Ben’s finger. It would
prove his most useful limb if the guillotine should happen to come free.
“Alright, I’ll free you,” 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.
“God, that makes me want to use this really, really badly!” 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.
“Yes, Ben. I was hoping you might say that,” 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.
“What?! She’s frigging herself!” 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. “Hold her, Hollis!”
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 Joyce’s 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 Jackie’s 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.
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” Jackie whined. Her bottom was imprinted
with both men’s handprints as Elaine tied Jackie’s hands behind her
back. Joyce, meanwhile, sat the stocks on the floor and had the men
lift the girl a little. Then, grabbing at Jackie’s breasts, she wedged
the girl’s boobs through holes cut in the stocks. “Ooooh, Noooo! What
are you DOING?!” 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
she’d drawn the girl’s breasts through, and locked them. She flipped up
a latch to keep the halves together. Flipping it down again would free
Jackie’s bosoms but, unfortunately for Jackie, her hands were now tied
behind her back. Elaine double-knotted the robe to make sure the girl
couldn’t get free. The rope was rough hemp and it chafed the girl’s
small wrists.
“Now, this is how a girl’s breasts are held while her nipples
get pierced,” 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.
“Yes, 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?” Joyce asked.
Jackie frantically shook her head ‘no.’
“She would,” the man with the redhead said, pointing at the
young woman who lay bottom-up on the floor.
Joyce looked back over her shoulder. “Then we will indeed do
hers later,” Joyce said. She turned back to Jackie and smiled. “How
simple it would be for me to pierce your lovely tits. Would you like to
feel the needle, hmmm?” 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 Jackie’s bare bottom like stiff snakes
waiting to strike.
Gently Joyce stroked one of Jackie’s stiff nipples. It was
unaccountably hard, given the danger the girl faced, but it remained
stiff, and Joyce’s tender fingers, so loving, yet so deadly in their
embrace, only made it more febrile. “See? Feel the needle?” Joyce
asked. She poked it into the side of Jackie’s nipple. The girl
shrieked, bounced on the log. “Careful, you might actually stick
yourself on it if you don’t lie still,” Joyce told her. Again she poked
the girl with the needle, very lightly, to let her feel its
surgically-sharp tip.
“Noooo!” Jackie whined.
“Such pretty jewels I could hang from these bosoms, if only you
would let me pierce them!” Joyce told the girl. “You could show your
jewelled bosoms to all the men and they would long to compete with me,
buying you even prettier jewels.” 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.
“Now let me see your tongue,” Joyce said. “Certainly you will
let me pierce that, hmmm?” She had Elaine, who was absently frigging
herself as she watched, part the girl’s lips with her pussy-wet fingers.
“Try not to masturbate while we’re doing this, hmmm?” Joyce
said to Elaine.
“Oh, it’s very exciting!” Elaine blurted, even as she reached
within Jackie’s mouth and forced the girl to produce her tongue. She
held Jackie’s tongue out for Joyce and the dark-haired woman poked at it
with the needle.
“You like it, do you?” Joyce asked Elaine.
“Yes!” the blonde cried, still hanging on to Jackie’s tongue,
pulling it out of her 15-year-old mouth so that Joyce could stick it
very lightly with her needle.
“Do you want to be pierced?” Joyce asked Elaine. She looked at
the nude young woman kneeling beside her. Elaine gulped.
“Would it be permanent?” the blonde asked. Her hands were
trembling as she held Jackie’s tongue out.
“You nipples would always bear a tiny scar, but if you didn’t
keep jewelry in them the holes would eventually close,” Joyce answered.
“Would you like to try it?”
“Yes!” 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 Elaine’s skin.
“Some people use a gun, but I prefer to do it manually,” 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 Elaine’s nipples. The towlette was coated with an antiseptic
and it ensured that Elaine would receive no infections. Joyce wiped
Elaine’s 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.
“Now, we are ready to alter your breasts,” Joyce said at last
to Elaine. All the while, as she bathed the girl’s nipples, she had
held the needle intended for them up in the air. With careful grace she
now brought the needle down to where Elaine’s 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 Elaine’s
tits to catch droplets of blood.
“I’ll pierce one now, then we’ll have sex, the men and I, and
then, later, I’ll pierce the other one,” Joyce told Elaine wickedly.
“You’ll enjoy the wait,” she added.
“No!” Elaine said.
“Gag her,” Joyce said. “I won’t have myself arguing with this
little bitch over how I do the procedure.” Immediately the man who’d
flogged the redhead went to the table and returned with a canvas gag.
It was stuffed into Elaine’s 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
girl’s wigglings she worked slowly, for it was a manual piercing and she
didn’t want to spoil the job by putting the needle into the girl’s flesh
too fast. Slowly, exactingly, Joyce stabbed the needle more and more
through Elaine’s 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 girl’s wounded nipple with a
fresh towelette. Then she smiled down at Elaine.
“Sit tight,” she told the girl. “I’ll be back.”
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 he’d 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, Jackie’s
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.
“A wonderful evening, don’t you think?” 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 “No!” Joyce laughed, paused,
went back to where Jackie stood. She took the girl’s 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.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Joyce said when she saw how the rope had
rubbed Jackie’s wrists raw. “We’ll put something on you in the house.”
She kissed the back of the girl’s head as the girl, struggling, yanked
her untied hands in front of herself and tried to escape the men.
“Be still, girl!” Ben told Jackie. She looked up at him
ruefully.
“At least you didn’t fuck my bottom,” she said.
Ben laughed. “Do you want that, hmmm? I tried to get in you.
You wiggled so much I gave up.”
“She’s too tight!” Hollis proclaimed. He looked at Jackie.
“Even your pussy is damn tight!”
When the girls got home that afternoon, safely back at Elaine’s
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 Elaine’s tits and, the two girls
retreating to Elaine’s 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 Elaine’s bed.
“You know, a pussy can be pierced too,” Elaine confided to
Jackie. She shuddered as the girl mouthed her breasts.
“Realleee?” Jackie asked, nursing her friends tits with small
licks and slow, loving sucks. “Yes. Right through the clitoral hood or
even the clitoris, or perhaps the labia lips,” Elaine said.
“Where would you get yourself pierced if you did it?” Jackie
asked. She lifted her face from Elaine’s breasts and placed a palm on
Elaine’s 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 Jackie’s 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.
“I don’t know. Perhaps on the hood, or...” Elaine’s voice
trailed off.
“Oh, you mustn’t pierce your pussy!” Jackie begged. She
reached between the girl’s legs and, wiggling her finger about, found
the spot she spoke of, the little clitoris. Elaine felt it buzzing
under Jackie’s searching finger.
“Ooooh, I don’t know, I would be so....” Elaine gasped. Then
she wriggled herself closer to Jackie, until their bellies touched,
Jackie moving her hand from between the girl’s legs to feel her friend
up against her.
“You must get your nipples pierced too,” Elaine told Jackie.
She clasped the girl’s face between both her hands and kissed her hard
on her lips.
“Noooo,” Jackie protested. Yet, as her belly rubbed against
Elaine’s, and the nipples of their breasts poked at each other, she felt
a strong desire to follow her friend.
“And I will open your bottom for you too, using a dildo, so
that men can have you there,” Elaine told Jackie.
“Oooh, nooo!” Jackie replied, but knew she wouldn’t refuse if
her friend insisted.
“And,” Elaine said, “We’ll get our pussies pierced together,
both of us by Joyce, and then our tongues too, and after that we’ll play
at having our bottoms branded, or maybe do it for real!”
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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