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Subject: Love Child part 10 of 15 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LOVE CHILD
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Chapter Ten
I lay on the bed next morning, face down, naked, the whip marks
still blazing across my bottom. They had yanked back the blanket and
tossed me down on the exposed sheets like a sack of potatoes. I’d been
too tired to note it at the time, their roughness had seemed gentle,
after the ordeal in the saddle.
I let the cool morning air wash over me, gently caressing my
hot-bulbed hiney. It felt soothing, I shivered. My hands lay by my
side, palms up. I breathed softly into my pillow.
Lifting my hips, I slipped my hands protectively over my quim.
I cupped my sex, settled myself back into the sheets. I felt wet down
there, moist and oozy, the sperm still dribbling out of my honeypot.
They’d used me, thoroughly and without remorse. And me? Et tu, Brute?
I’d obeyed, responded energetically. Still the glancing eyed little
girl, of course, but more accomplished (and more of an accomplice!) than
ever.
A bit later they roused me. Danielle and Rebecca bathed me,
quickly and unceremoniously. I had the feeling Danielle would have
lingered over me, the courtesy of her Asian ways bred deep, but Rebecca
kept of the demeanor of a flinty Bildad. They pulled me out when I’d
been scrubbed and toweled me down. Taking me back into the bedroom,
Rebecca opened a closet. Danielle murmured something, and Rebecca bent
down and plucked a pair of brand new sneakers from within the closet.
“Here, put these on, we’re going out,” Rebecca said. She
tossed down the sneakers in front of me.
“Oh, they’re pretty!” I said, feeling very feminine from all
the attention that was being paid to me. I was still the starlet, even
after last night, even after revealing all my charms to them. They
still loved me, still thought of me all the time. They still wanted
more.
I plunked my fanny down on a leather-covered hassock. It felt
sleek, well oiled, though it was of course perfect for sitting on, not
oily at all. I laced up my pretty new tennies, slipped my feet into
them, tied them. I felt oddly erotic, putting on shoes with no
clothes. Perhaps clothes were not required. Perhaps we would hike in
the nude. Or maybe I would just be nude, their ornament, their
plaything. They would be fully dressed, lest we should come upon
campers, or a forest ranger.
The women had slipped out a minute but now Danielle returned.
Her eyes beckoned me to stand. I did, feeling still a little stiff,
though I was recovering rapidly from my night’s trials. I was young.
They knew I could take such things easily. I was made for it, as all
young girls are, despite what the feminists might say. I was, to speak
scientifically, (as my biology teacher once did), “in the prime of
reproductive fitness.” He’d been a kind of heretic, telling the truth,
not towing the politically correct party line. I’d dreamed once of
sleeping with him, of proving his thesis correct. Now I had. But he
had not been here to enjoy it. I pitied him a little, a bachelor,
uncomfortable with women, though not so uncomfortable as to avoid
telling young girls the truth about their bodies.
Danielle smiled, tied a yellow chiffon neckerchief around my
slim throat.
“May I have something to wear?” I asked hopefully. She herself
was half-dressed now, in trousers, boots. She’d just put them on, being
naked as myself a minute ago, when they’d found shoes for me.
“You won’t need anything else,” Danielle smiled. “Clothes
aren’t required where we’re going. Especially for you. You’re being
taken along for your body, nothing else. You know that, don’t you?”
“Well,” I said, speculating, “I’d like to be taken for my mind
too.”
“Your mind?” Rebecca laughed, entering. She was dressed
smartly in jodhpurs. Chukka boots, made of suede, encased her feet. A
whip was thrust through the belt of her trousers. Like Danielle, she
was topless. “We don’t need your mind, dear, your bubblegum fantasies,
or mental lists of the latest records that you want from the mall. But
young, beautiful bodies that can, as they say, “take a licking and keep
on ticking,” are always welcome. Not that we ladies would necessarily
make you a part of our party, of course. We can’t help but be a little
jealous. The less females the better, as far as we’re concerned. But
the men, you know, like John, are hopelessly unfeminized. Maybe Bill
Clinton knows how to march to the drumbeat of the feminists, but few
other men do, especially those who can FUCK!” She said the word loudly,
giving a toss of her head. In her coarseness she seemed strangely
alluring to me. Would I one day be as powerful as she? Confident,
determined, holding her beauty lightly, as if she could do whatever she
wanted and never lose it. And she hadn’t, so far. She still had a
figure that could make young boys spill just by walking past them, her
breasts big and firm and daunting, hips curved, powerful. She was
sexually potent, toxic to marriages and fidelity. Yet she knew even she
could not compete with the squirming, supple, schoolgirl at the mall.
Oh yes, men loved full-bodied women. But the innocent eyed, precocious
girl, the one next door with unwittingly come-hither eyes? What could a
man do when she plopped herself on his lap, wiggled her bottom saucily,
looked up at him and asked him what a “blow job” was? And oh, yes,
she’d have so many other questions to. All the time jiggling her little
tits and wriggling her ass with promising vigor. And what if she asked
him to come upstairs, to see her teddy bear collection, after giving his
groin such a thorough workout as she sat on it? Would the cold,
liver-spotted hand of Janet Reno be strong enough to deter him? Would
he be weak-willed enough to let it? Or would he unzip himself at last,
Agamemnon unleashed, Hercules about to embark on his many labors?
“Oh, how big it is,” Little Red Riding Hood would coo at the
wolf, and invite him into her bed. Grandmother could stay away from
home, for all she cared. Grandmother could draft laws and write memos
at the Justice Department. Nature would proceed unhindered, as it
always had in the end. Four million years of nature pitted against 30
years of feminist “revolution.” No contest at all.
John himself entered then, and showed the true nature of the
manly spirit then, the camaraderie between them, their ability to take
control at once, though they allow the females wide latitude, saving
their authority only for the necessary moment. And, to my dismay, this
proved to be such a moment.
“I’ve met an old friend of mine,” John said. “He has a new
wife, and they are visiting England. I owe him a favor and I want to
repay him.” Without even acknowledging me, he said to Rebecca: “I have
promised her to him.” His peremptory manner of speech brooked no
dissent. The ladies glanced at me once, Danielle smiled sweetly,
Rebecca showed no emotion at all. And then they walked out, the three
of them, leaving me behind.
Disconsolately I sat down on my hassock. I balled my hands
into fists and dropped my chin onto them. What was this? Was I merely
property, to be donated at will to another man?
My thoughts were interrupted then as a woman strode in, much
like Rebecca, with an imposing demeanor. She was clad just as Rebecca
had been, and I thought I was seeing double when Rebecca strolled in
behind her. I did not even notice the man who came in until a few
moments after, for just then Rebecca pointed to a selection of
flagellation implements hung near the bedroom door. The new woman gazed
at them a moment, then picked a paddle. It had a slender handle but a
round, seat swatting “business end.” The woman gauged its weight,
apparently finding it acceptable, and turned to me. I had risen to my
feet, perhaps with an impulsive whispering of my conscience that I must
defend myself. Indeed, the paddle bothered me. A whip has a certain
elegance, but paddles are for little girls. I wasn’t as old as they
were, but I wasn’t an eight-year-old, either!
“So this is the little one?” the new woman asked, eyeing me.
She had large, gorgeous bosoms, uptilted, which showed off her
dollar-sized nipples to great advantage.
“Yes,” Rebecca said. Then she addressed me. “Barbi, this is
Candace. Come and kiss her.” With dragging steps I came forward then.
As I drew nearer a certain passion inflamed me. Perhaps it was my
nudity before so many strangers, perhaps it was the fact that everyone’s
attention was focused directly on me. Softly, sweetly, I parted my
lips. I let my eyelashes flutter closed, offered my tongue even as
Candace offered her own. Their tips touched, ever so lightly. I felt
as if Candace was afraid of hurting my tongue with her own.
We eased closer together. My high-set, pointed breasts met the
points of her own. Our nipples seemed to spark as they touched. My
mouth pressed closer to hers. Hands still modestly at my side I let her
take me, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. She lifted her hands,
grasped me by my narrow waist. Below my hips began wiggling. I could
not quiet them. A lust was within me.
Our mouths separated. Candace looked at me, the color dancing
in her cheeks exquisitely. I blushed. Her paddle dangling from a cord
looped about her wrist, Candace lifted her palms. She gathered my
breasts in her hands, holding them gently, as if they were precious
hothouse fruit grown in the midst of winter. My nipples sprouted even
more fiercely, proud and erect. My blush deepened. My bottom cheeks
jiggled plumply, I bade them be still but they refused.
“Doesn’t she have delightful titties?” Candace asked her
husband, who drew close to us, admiring us both.
“Yes,” he breathed, his voice heavy, obviously affected by our
sweet girlish kissing. Walking behind me he examined my bottom. “I can
see her fanny is popular too.” Perturbed, I instinctively clasped my
hands to my seat, covering the fading marks there. I felt embarrassed
letting others see what had been inflicted on me the night before. It
was as if some privacy had been violated. Something deeper than just
being nude. Being naked and violated, that was worse. “I love a girl
who can take a good spanking,” the stranger said. Only later would I
learn his name was Kevin. “Yet, you know, you do look a bit frail for
it. I like to be rough with my girls and you are still so young, rather
bony in fact, with long skinny legs, stick-like arms, tiny shoulders.
Only your bosoms seem properly filled out.”
“Don’t worry,” Rebecca said. “That little heart-shaped ass of
hers needs a good spanking, and much more frequently than its been given
up till now. Imagine a girl of her age going about unchaperoned! She
has been on the loose since last August, going wherever her little
teenage mind felt like. I swear, these girls today, they should all be
properly enrolled in a same sex school and given lots of homework every
night. How are we women ever going to hold onto our husbands with
little imps like her sashaying around town?”
“Well, we shall give her some discipline then,” Kevin laughed.
He was young, and his wife also, both of them in their 20’s. No doubt
he wondered if Rebecca didn’t see his own wife as a sexual threat also.
Perhaps, I thought, Rebecca had engineered this whole exchange herself.
She had played with me and now she was desperate to get rid of me before
John fell in love with me. Women can plant things in men’s minds, and
make them act on what they foolishly think are their own ideas. I’d
known that trick since second grade, when I’d gotten the man up the
street to walk me to school every day, for my “protection.” I’d given
him my best bug-eyed look and made up a story about a “child molester”
lurking in the park. The rest of the year he walked me to and from
school, this elderly retired man, carrying my books for me and greeting
me every morning with a big lollipop. Girls do have their ways.
Kevin, young and lusty, said we must be on our way. He had on
an Eddie Bauer field jacket and carried a hunting rifle, for our
protection or our obedience I knew not which. The only one of us to be
fully clothed, he led us out a back door, where Danielle intercepted
us. Her eyes sparkled when she saw me. I realized she’d taken a liking
to me and wasn’t about to just let me go, perhaps never to see me
again. “Oh please, may I come?” she asked. “We could take my new
jeep, and ride in the open air.”
“But the girls,” Kevin began, still making for what I guessed
was his limo. We were in a semi-enclosed parking lot. He knew we could
not stay long in public view, what with me totally naked and Candace
topless. I glanced around, saw only passing cars in the street some 50
feet away. None of them, hurrying by, had noticed us yet. But soon one
surely would.
Without even arguing Danielle simply drew us toward her jeep.
She was still dressed as I’d seen her before, in jeans and boots.
Perhaps it was her animal magnetism that pulled us along in her wake,
making even Kevin forget his limo.
“Here, put these on,” Danielle said, giving Candace and I thin
little t-shirts with no sleeves and plunging necklines. We shimmied
into them, and she put one on herself.
“What about panties?” I asked.
“The sides of the jeep will block anyone from seeing your bare
legs and pussy,” Danielle replied. “Now let’s get in my jeep. As soon
as we get outside London I’ll put the top down and we can ride
bare-breasted, enjoying the air. Kevin, would you drive please? Girls,
you can both sit up front if you wish and I’ll get in back with the
picnic-basket. I like being a back seat driver,” she added with a
smile.
We hopped into her jeep, young and carefree, except I myself
was a little nervous about riding around bare-bottomed in London. Kevin
took the wheel and a moment later we peeled out of the lot.
Upon reaching the countryside, Kevin put the top down
electronically. At Danielle’s insistence we girls peeled off our tops
and let them flutter away in the wind. We passed a slow-moving tractor
a minute later and, catching sight of our condition at the last moment,
a pop-eyed farmer gawked as we slipped past him. Soon we were enveloped
by woods, which gradually deepened into a spooky forest. The air was
cool and I felt chilly, wishing to have my shirt back.
“Oh, it’s invigorating,” Candace said. For the first time on
our journey she broke the question of sex, lightly putting a finger
between my legs and diddling my clitty.
“No, don’t,” I said, shivering.
“How prettily your nipples stand up in this chilly air,”
Candace said, still tickling my private. All three of us had stiffened
nipples because of the drop in air temperature. Kevin glanced around at
all of us, admiring the sight.
“Keep her on the edge of her seat,” Kevin told Candace. And so
she kept at my clitty, and soon I was doing a little lap dance in the
front seat, like some girls do in bars, except I was still sitting in my
own seat.
Kevin found a gravel path, almost hidden by two overhanging,
interlocking trees. He told us to duck as he turned into it. Moss
covered branches, hoary and smelling of ferns, brushed into the jeep as
we passed under them. We seemed to have passed into a kind of forboding
fairyland when I looked up. A place of elves, where darkness brooded
even at high noon. The canopy of old trees here was so thick that
little light got through. The place was in a kind of perpetual
twilight, and mushrooms grew here, richly, right up between the stones
that formed our road. Kevin ran over them uncaringly. I heard quiet
night sounds, despite the fact that it was still afternoon; owls
hurrying, and the scampering of little creatures as we passed.
The road dwindled as we drove down it. The rank grass lining
the gravel way closed in gradually. Finally the grass was really the
road, and the rocks only bare oases within it. And then the trees came
on. One brushed the side of our jeep, scraping it. Two more looked
like they would block our way, but Kevin managed to get us through.
“As tight as a virgin,” he muttered as, the sides of the jeep
losing paint, we just scraped by.
“Oh, my poor jeep!” Danielle sighed behind us, but otherwise
did not protest. We went on another two miles then, as if the twin
trees had somehow been grown by the gods of this place to dissuade only
the timid. At last, topping a small rise, we saw that nature, by design
or otherwise, had won at last. There was a stand of trees, blocking the
road and closing in all around us, and we could go no further with the
aid of a machine. From now on it would be on foot, sojourning through
the wood strictly on nature’s terms, no better equipped than the animals
crouching and scampering amongst the leaves of the forest floor.
“Time to get out!” Danielle said brightly. She had been here
before, I guessed. We tumbled out of the jeep, Danielle carrying a
backpack, Candace only her paddle. Danielle swung the backpack up onto
her back, which made her titties stick out quite alluringly, her little
fists closing around the straps of the pack where they slipped over her
shoulders and under her arms. She’d had the basket transferred from
Kevin’s limo into her jeep before we’d even stepped into the parking
lot. Now she’d taken the essentials from the picnic basket and put them
into the backpack.
“We can come back later when we get hungry,” Danielle said.
But Kevin had a light nylon backpack stuffed in his vest, and he took it
out.
“Stick the rest in here, and I’ll carry it,” he told Danielle.
Nodding, she took it and began filled his pack for him.
“What’s in yours?” I asked Danielle, wondering just what the
“essentials” were that she mentioned.
“Oh, enemas, condoms, stuff like that,” she replied, without
looking up. I shivered. A moment later the pack was full and Danielle
handed it back to Kevin. With one quick, easy motion he put it on,
still holding his hunting rifle in his other hand. Then, leading the
way, he set off into the trees, with me following right behind him,
Candace with her paddle behind me, and Danielle taking up the rear.
Between the four of us, only I was totally naked. Of course I
wore my tennies to protect my feet from the twigs and pebbles scattered
along the forest floor, but otherwise I was in the raw, all pink and
white, with even my bottom now a milky white. I felt like a newborn
babe, taking in the world for the first time ever. And mama, striding
along behind me, would spank me if I misbehaved, I thought, then just as
quickly put that unpleasant thought out of my mind.
It’s an amazing thing, walking through a forest naked. Your
whole body feels alive. I could feel my nipples, exquisitely stiff, as
if they wanted to poke back at the branches that jabbed and grazed my
skin. I stepped daintily through the tangle of underbrush. I felt like
some captive princess, taken by a white African explorer, treading
through jungle to some unknown destination. Kevin tried to push as much
of the brush aside for me as he could, breaking off branches, stamping
down overgrown grass. Now I knew why he’d donned gloves when we got out
of the jeep. His thick trousers and long sleeved shirt protected him.
I thanked him once, twice, for helping me. He only smiled, slightly,
betraying just the slightest emotion. Candace scolded me, called me a
baby, but otherwise let me be. Danielle only smiled, gazing up at the
canopy. Birds flitted among the high boughs, sunlight dappled our
skin. Then the trees would just as quickly close in again, nearly
blocking our way, shrouding us in evening shade.
We came to a little brook, babbling innocently, the water
rushing through it from some winter snowmelt down to the distant sea.
Kevin led the way across it over a path of little stones. They looked
like monk’s heads to me, shaved by centuries of wear by the
quick-flowing water. I stepped lightly upon them, not wanting to get my
tennies wet. Yet secretly I wished to splash and play in the water,
like children would. They would have played all day here, forgetting
such things as dildoes and condoms and enemas. But the water was cold,
I saw, as it splashed in its lustiness upon my legs. I was chilly
enough in my nudity. I did not need to get any chillier. Behind me
Candace came on with her paddle, swinging it lazily. Her breasts
loomed, bare as my bottom, her nipples cherry red and rigid.
“Hurry up!” she said. I wished to stop, admire the little
tadpoles wiggling through the clear water. Candace urged me on, though,
saying we mustn’t dally.
“Hunters sometimes come, to shoot deer,” she said. “If we
linger they may find us and consider us a better catch.”
“Well, it might help if we wore clothing,” I said, pouting.
“Such a spoilsport!” Danielle said. “Get that jiggly hiney of
yours moving, girl!” So I stepped across to the bank on the other side,
where Kevin waited for me. He gave my ass a slap and told me not to
talk.
A bit later we came upon an orchard, long lost to the woods,
and I saw ripe fruit hanging from the trees.
“Oh, apples!” I cried. I skipped ahead and plucked one from a
tree and bit into it. I was hungry. I hadn’t had any breakfast. The
others seemed not to mind this particular outburst of mine. Danielle
picked several for us and put them in Kevin’s pack. But we did not stay
except for a moment. Candace, as always, urged us on. So I walked
along, biting into my apple, enjoying its sweet/sour tang. It was
juicy. I tried not to let the juice run down my arm, my chin, drip onto
my nipples. A few drops escaped, sprinkling my teats. They wiggled as
I walked. I was Eve born anew, and with Candace only a few steps behind
me I knew I would be punished for my sin.
Finally, just as I was beginning to tire, we reached a little
house. It seemed partly log cabin, with rough-hewn horizontal logs
making up its walls, but partly gingerbread house too, with a brightly
tiled red roof sitting atop it.
Kevin glanced around at us, then knocked at the door. To my
surprise, an old woman answered. She smiled at us.
“My, but you’re a sight for sore eyes!” she giggled. She
regarded Kevin. “So you’re Mr. Tremont, then, is it?”
“Yes mother,” he replied.
“The mother of the woods,” Danielle whispered in my ear. She’d
drawn close to me.
“Well, you must take off your clothes before you come in,”
Mother Woods said. Danielle unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down.
Candace, seeing that even Danielle obeyed Mother, did likewise. “You
too, young man,” Mother said to him, eyeing his crotch. Reluctantly
Kevin put down his rifle, took off his pack, and undressed. Danielle,
not wearing anything above the waist, kept her pack on. Within a minute
we were all nude. Mother even made me take my shoes off, and the girls
their boots. Then, all four of us trembling a little, we stepped into
the confines of her house.
“Ah, to be young again!” Mother said, admiring our bodies.
Within all was hushed, quiet, even the sounds of the surrounding wood
gone once Mother closed the front door. Candles, sweet smelling, were
the cabin’s only source of light. Deep-pile furs carpeted the floor
near the fireplace, where a log burned contentedly, casting out a
bathing glow of warmth. It was old and heavily charred, the fire mostly
within it now. Red glowing embers sparkled along it.
“You children must have some nourishment before you get about
your play,” Mother said. With a sideways glance she took note of
Kevin’s cock. It stood up eagerly, vibrating with the beat of his
heart, obviously ready for action. “They grow so big these day,” Mother
muttered to herself, wandering into her kitchen. We followed, slightly
embarrassed in our nudity, our nipples all upstanding, clittys hard, our
hands restlessly brushing our thighs. Mother made us sit down on a hard
wooden bench, all four of us in a row like children at preschool. We
wiggled on our seat, shifting our buttocks, restive. She brought us hot
soup.
My titties danced in little circles as I ate, my heavy breasts
moving with every hungry spoonful of soup I lifted to my mouth. The
other girls’ breasts shifted with a similar charm, and Kevin watched us
from the corner of his eye, stroking himself furtively as he ate his own
soup.
“Now, now, young man! We’ll have none of that at the table,”
Mother said, swatting Kevin’s arm. With a flushed face he moved his
hand away from himself. We girls all giggled.
Dinner was followed by a dessert of strawberries and whipped
cream. We took turns dipping our strawberries into a bowl of cream. I
got some cream on my titties. Candace censured me, then licked the
cream from my breasts with long, loving strokes of her tongue, sending
ripples of agonized desire down my spine. I tried to push her away but
Mother told me not to. Danielle got up from her seat and took a fresh
strawberry and used it to spread cream on one of my tits. Then she too
licked it off, while I strained to keep from rubbing my pussy with my
hands.
Kevin, seeing the attention I was getting, stood up and lanced
the bowl of cream with his cock. The girls looked up in delight.
Forgetting me, they turned to him and began eagerly cleaning his organ.
I looked down at my breasts, still smeared with cream.
“You are so very sweet, dear,” Mother said, sitting down
backwards on the bench beside me. She ran a finger through the cream on
my nearest breast and popped it into her mouth.
“How long have you lived here?” I asked, attempting to ignore
the squeals Candace and Danielle were making as they fought for the last
drops of cream on Kevin’s cock.
“Oh, some time now,” Mother replied. “Boys and girls like
yourself visit me now and then, so they can play freely and not be
disturbed by their parents or the concerns of the outside world. I feed
them, draw baths for them, clean up after them...” To my right Candace
had got hold of Kevin’s cockhead and was sucking it eagerly, while
Danielle licked at the corner of her mouth, hoping to steal Kevin’s plum
from her. “I’m compensated quite nicely,” Mother continued, dropping
her finger to my dell. I eased my thighs apart, welcoming the
attention, even if it was from some mysterious old woman. Some gypsy
lady, long thought dead. She traced spiraling lines upon my private,
circling inward until she found my clit. I shivered, my back arched, my
breasts juggled themselves on the thin-ribbed latticework of my chest.
“Yes, quite nicely,” Mother breathed. “And not just monetarily either.
Why, all the queen’s pound sterling in Barren’s Bank couldn’t buy her
what I have, no, no.”
Just as easily as she’d begun teasing me, Mother stopped. She
stood up and told the girls to stop playing with Kevin’s cock.
Disappointedly they let him go, and I saw that he’d almost come, the
pre-cum oozing freely from the tip of his enormous, shuddering manhood.
Mother said it was time we saw our playroom, and the other “amenities,”
as she called them. She led the way from the kitchen and we traipsed
along behind, Danielle and Candace slapping at each other as each of
them tried to get close to Kevin. He ordered them both forward, denying
both an intimate walk with his stiff organ. He followed instead, his
risen cock pointing at them like a sword, threatening to impale their
bottoms.
“This is the bathroom,” Mother said, pointing into a small
room. There was a showerhead jutting from one wall, in a little cell
that had no door. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a large round
wooden tub. I saw I might just fit into it if I sat down and drew up my
knees. Beside it, on the floor, lay a clean sponge and scrub brush. A
bar of white soap sat on a counter, also of wood. A bowl in the middle
of it formed a sink. The bowl itself was porcelain. There was a door,
and mother said that outside it was an outhouse where we could go to the
potty. “In your playroom, of course, there will be a chamber pot,”
mother added. “I realize that sometimes you young ones simply get too
busy with what you’re doing to run outside and go. And of course
sometimes you won’t want to be disturbed, or interrupted. It can be
embarrassing to have to go use the potty while you’re wearing nipple
clamps, or a dildo up your fanny.” She glanced at me, knowingly, and I
shrank back with shame. “You have a nice ass too, young man,” mother
said, turning to Kevin. “Have you had it plugged before?”
“No, and I don’t intend to,” Kevin said gruffly. Candace and
Danielle laughed, their boobs juddering merrily, lifting their hands to
their faces, as if to catch the laughter as it spilled from their
mouths.
Mother showed us our bedroom next, but it was only for
sleeping, she said, when we got pooped out from playing. It was a small
bed, barely big enough for the three of us. We’d probably have to sleep
partly on top of one another, I thought, our hot breath mingling, our
limbs entangled. Finally she showed us our “playroom.” I nearly lost
myself when I saw it! There was a stool in the middle, for what evil I
knew not, with overhanging chains. Beyond a trestle stood, its leather
pad waiting to receive some poor victim’s belly, her arms and legs tied
off to its legs by ropes that waited for just such a purpose. Whips
lined the walls; bull whips and little pony whips and nine-tailed
thongs, accompanied by riding crops and birch rods, canes made of the
finest bamboo and broad flat tawses.
It was all rather primitive, though, the floor rough wood and
the walls planed but unpolished. “Tch! Tch! I’d forgotten that the
last group spoiled my carpet,” mother said. “Run out and get your shoes
back on, boys and girls, I don’t want you getting any splinters in your
feet from this awful floor!” I spun about, quite eager to heed her
advice. I had no need of her makeshift dungeon, as I had a sinking
feeling I was intended to be its star performer. Candace and Danielle
followed me. They put their boots back on as I sat on a treestump and
tied my tennies. Then, Kevin, booted also, he directed us back inside,
making sure I went too. I could not imagine what else to do. All
around me were the silent woods, and I was lost in them now, I knew I
could not find my way back to the jeep, didn’t have the key even if I
had. And it sat at the end of a forgotten road, a gravel path no car
ever travelled, except by invitation, following explicit directions
given in advance by mother herself. I was truly a captive now, with no
escape, with nothing to guide me but my instincts.
My bottom cheeks huddling anxiously, I returned to the playroom
with the others. Mother bade us to have a good time and closed the door
behind us. She locked it from outside. Light filtered through an old
high window along the far wall, but otherwise it was gloomy.
“Well, I guess we should light some candles,” Candace said,
seeing a box of wooden matches lying on a small table. She and Danielle
went about the room lighting candles, which hung from metal holders on
the walls. Kevin and I watched, his hand palming my bottom.
The room lit in a flickering glow, Candace and Danielle
rejoined us. She looked down at her own nudity, her bosoms sticking out
brazenly, their nipples hard and erect, and blushed. Then she looked at
us.
“I suppose we should get started,” Candace breathed. “This
place is rather expensive.” She ran her tongue over her upper lip,
wetting it, relishing the sight of our bodies even as she gloried in her
own nakedness. There was so much that could be done here to a body, and
Danielle carried more in her backpack, which she’d set by the wall.
“Danielle? Any ideas?” Candace asked. She turned her head toward her
companion, her near-white cornsilk hair swishing lightly over her body.
I realized that behind her smooth exterior, trying so hard to seem
worldly, Candace was perhaps as unsure as I was.
“I’m not quite the vixen I appear,” Danielle blushed. Her
lovely black hair fell into her eyes as she bowed her head slightly with
Oriental modesty. “I just recently acquired the dungeon in London from
a dead relative. I’ve learned a few tricks, though.” Her eyes looked
up almost helpfully, without any hint of cunning or design.
“I know,” I said ruefully, remembering that she wasn’t quite
entirely the ingenue she made herself out to be. She shot a glance at
my nipples, wiggling freely now but only hours ago captive within her
tight little clamps. She laughed, told Candace and Kevin about what
she’d done to me. I flushed, my cheeks reddening.
“Well,” Candace said at last, licking her lips again. “Let’s
do the enema thing then, shall we? I’ve never had one, and I imagine
every girl must, sooner or later, and Kevin said I must have mine
sometime this weekend in any event.” Kevin nodded, wordless, seemingly
in awe of his newlywed wife’s boldness. With mature grace she asked
Danielle to get the enema equipment from her bag, while inviting me to
join her in a submissive posture on the floor. She got us both two
pillows each to rest our knees and faces on. With great reluctance I
let her persuade me into kneeling beside her, my bottom saucily
upturned, my face pressed into the pillow. My breasts hung pendant. I
stuck my bottom up as high as I could to keep my swaying, tender-nippled
teats from scraping the floor.
Kevin stroked himself freely, admiring us. Danielle filled an
enema bag with wine.
“If you come I’ll make sure you get one of these up your butt
too,” Candace admonished her groom.
“Don’t worry, I can control myself,” he replied. They were new
at this, strangers together, embarking on a quest for sensual delight,
sexual pleasure, as all newlywed couples must. Danielle and I were just
guests, playmates, coming along on their ride. I could feel the sexual
tension between them, Candace with her marvelous bosoms, bent over like
some dairy cow in a wooden barn, Kevin a farmer with bestiality on his
mind. Rosy never had a prettier bottom, I dare say, and looking at it
every day, milking her privates, well it just got to me officer...
Danielle found a pole, perhaps one left there for just such a
purpose, though it was made of wood, and hung her enema bag on it.
Trailing down from it was a single tube, which split into two tubes
about halfway down, each one leading to an nubbed end that Danielle now
set about greasing.
“Don’t just stand there, get some vaseline and prepare their
assholes,” Danielle said to Kevin. Candace turned her face to me.
“Are you ready?” she asked, obviously somewhat nervous
herself. She shivered like some little girl about to be given a big
lollipop, or taken into a new theatre for the first time, to experience
some promised spectacle.
“I guess I am,” I replied. “Though now would be an excellent
time for me to visit the outhouse.” I imagined locking myself inside,
waiting to come out until they’d exhausted themselves on each other and
were ready to go home.
“Silly dear, you must be brave,” Candace said. She was
solicitous all of a sudden, a nurse with a new patient. She kissed me
lightly on my lips. Then she opened her mouth, let her tongue protrude,
and I offered her mine also, impulsively, feeling the heat rise within
me as my exposed pussy greeted our friends, feeling moist suddenly,
something I’d not felt since I’d been teased by Candace in the jeep. I
guessed her snatch was dewy now too, and we kissed with a frank abandon,
drilling our tongues deep into each other’s mouths, waiting for the
inevitable impalement of our bottoms.
Kevin’s hands came to us, his pointing finger on each hand
drilling into us simultaneously. We jerked, bucked, kept kissing one
another for mutual comfort, reassurance. He cranked his fingershaft
around, lubricating us all around our rims and within to the first few
inches. Danielle watched, expectantly, holding her still-clamped enema
tubes in each hand. Then he withdrew, leaving us rearing back for more,
wanting him and not what was to follow.
As Kevin watched, his organ thick and menacing, leaping now and
then with sudden uncontrollable surges of anticipatory passion, Danielle
introduced the twin tubes into our fannies. I flinched, not wanting it,
she urged me to be still, forcing it in deeper. At almost the same time
she began threading Candace with a tube of her own. The woman bucked
once, stilled her hips. We left off kissing for a moment as we dealt,
each in our own minds, with the prospect of having something go up where
things were only ever supposed to come out. Candace was determined to
show herself to be a proper wife, able to accommodate anything her
husband’s passion required of her. I simply had no choice, I was a
prisoner, though sometimes my conscience whispered to me that I was
really a prisoner of my own device. I might have been in school, you
know, studying latin or geometry, instead of flirting with newlywed
games.
“When you are both juiced up properly I’m going to take both of
you at once!” Kevin crowed. I stole a glance over my shoulder at his
thing. It was stiff and the knob was purple. I daresay he was close to
coming just looking at us. But he had a stalwart member, I could see,
and if he could hold himself in long enough he’d certainly give us both
the reaming of a lifetime. I shuddered. I wanted him and yet I
didn’t.
“Oooch!” Reality, in the form of an inward snaking tube,
intruded upon me.
“Hold still dear, I’ve got it almost halfway up,” Danielle
admonished.
“Oooh! Must we do this?!” Candace begged, seeming now to wish
to be let off the very thing she’d proposed. Playfully Danielle
withdrew the tubes slightly and then urged them in again, back a forth,
fucking us with them. “Gaak! Just DO it, you crazy girl!” Candace
half-laughed, shaking her head at what she’d let herself in for. We
were so perfect, the two of us, and here we were letting things go up
our butts. Mother (mine and hers, that is, our real ones, would
definitely not have approved). Is that why we did it then, to flaunt
our parents, society? To do what good girls like us weren’t supposed
to?
“oooOOch!” I yelped.
“There,” Danielle said. “Now I’ll just unclamp the tubes and
let you both start having your enemas. They’re good for the
constitution you know, and the Bill of Rights too!” And with that silly
remark she undid both tubes and Candace and I both squealed and rocked
forward on our knees, as if to bolt away, as the smooth wine started
flowing in. It went right up our asses, filling our intestines with an
ease and thoroughness that frightened me. How would she know when to
turn it off? Had she ever done this before? Had she worked as a
physician’s assistant somewhere or was she as new to this as Candace and
I were? I hardly trusted Kevin to help us. He was lusty enough to fuck
dead women, as far as I was concerned, or ones with burst rectums. His
only thought was pleasuring his penis and (not too soon, he hoped)
emptying his balls. He’d have his fun, but what price would we pay?
I felt fuller and fuller, and I glanced over at Candace. She
had a worried look on her face, but she was biting her lower lip, trying
to remain calm. I felt like I had to go to the bathroom, and pretty
badly too, but of course my bottom was pointed in exactly the wrong way.
“You must kiss, darlings, kiss and show me you enjoy it,”
Danielle said. With a sudden fever, perhaps to distract ourselves,
Candace and I turned our faces toward each other and pressed our lips
together. Our tongues snaked into each other’s mouths. Our bottoms
wiggled.
“Oh, shit!” I heard Kevin say, and the thought of him spurting
prematurely gave us both an impulse to our passion that was
extraordinary. I don’t think I’ve ever kissed another woman quite as
sensuously, as urgently, as I kissed Candace then. We shivered with our
desire, still pent up in our pussies, while wishing Kevin had kept his
in play also, instead of spending it. Young husbands, I’d read in a
book once, can get too excited, and the only cure is lots of fucking.
But how can you do that if he keeps coming too soon? Once again the
burden is put on the female. You must inspire and arouse him, but not
too much. Oh, me!
I was very full now, too full. Candace broke her lips from
mine and yelled over her shoulder at Danielle.
“Please! Stop!” she cried, but Danielle, apparently timing
things perfectly, was just now touching the clamps, and a moment later
the flow had stopped. Candace and I breathed sighs of relief into each
other’s faces. Her breath was sweet; mine also, I suppose. We still
smelt of the strawberries and cream we’d indulged in at dessert.
“Therre, therre, you are both perfect little adventuresses,”
Danielle said. She lifted both our faces by putting a finger beneath
each of our chins, and wiped our mouths and cheeks and eyes with a soft
hot cloth. We shivered, feeling all pent up and wanting very much now
to pay a visit to the outhouse.
“Oh, the chamber pot will never do,” Danielle said, walking
over to it and inspecting it. “You’d both overflow it. You’ll just
both have to run out to the outhouse and empty yourselves there. I’m
sorry girls. If I’d known I wouldn’t have filled you so full.” We
looked up at her, hunched over like we were, and there was a smirk on
her lips. She knew damn well what she’d done to us, and had planned
this outcome all along. The tubes were still up us, of course,
protruding from us like monkey tails, and I felt like one letting this
stupid thing be done to me!
Danielle sauntered back around behind us again, relishing our
condition.
“God, this must be what a pregnant woman feels like,” Candace
breathed, though not looking at me or anyone in particular.
“I hope not,” I replied. To me this was the most awfullest
thing I’d ever felt. Surely carrying a baby wouldn’t feel
this...enormous!
Almost by surprise Danielle began removing our tubes. They
sleeked out slowly, taking what I don’t know with them. I didn’t turn
around to find out.
“Get me a Glad bag, dearie,” Danielle nodded to Kevin,
indicating her backpack with a flick of her eyes. What other obscene
delights from the dungeon did she have concealed in that pack, I
wondered? I didn’t want to find out, but I suspected Kevin did. The
men always just got to watch such things, it seemed, while the girls had
to undergo them.
Neatly and quickly Danielle dropped the tubes into a disposable
plastic bag while Kevin held it open for her. A moment later it was as
if they’d never been, as if Candace and I were just this way naturally,
inseminated or something, mothers with babies in our bellies, except our
tummies were as flat as ever, it was our buttocks that seemed in bloom.
“Up, girls! Up!” Danielle called, lifting her hands in gesture
(as if we needed to know what she meant!) With quivering forms, our
cheeks clenching tightly, Candace and I made to stand. It was awkward,
difficult, we reached out and grabbed each other for support. I was
sure I’d spill all over the floor at any moment. How embarrassing that
would be! To tell mother I’d been a naughty little girl, gone potty
right on her floor!
Trembling, shaking, Candace and I turned to our tormentress,
with a flick of our eyes at Kevin. He was still hard! Had he kept his
strength in or... Our eyes scanned the floor for evidence of lost
sperm. There was none. He must have saved himself at the last moment.
“Yes, he was a good boy after all, weren’t you, dearest?”
Danielle said. Wickedly she stroked his cock with the tips of her long
fingernails. Candace and I trembled with our need to relieve our
bottoms, yet as we watched Danielle we wondered with fearful eyes if she
would take him while we were away.
“Oh, I must go!” Candace cried with sudden dismay. I felt it
too. There was no waiting. Absolutely none. We both dashed for the
door.
“Mother! Mother! Let us out, we must go to the potty!” we
were both about to cry, but Candace found the door had been
surreptitiously unlocked. Perhaps she knew! How embarrassing! Or
worse, she may have peeked in, watched us degrade ourselves for the
dubious goal of sexual pleasure.
Candace flung open the door and dashed out. I was right at her
heels. We ran down the hall and as we turned the corner to go outside I
saw a shadowed figure sitting in a chair, knitting, and heard a quiet
cackle. We were so young, so pretty, and here we were, titties swinging
wildly, making a naked dash for the outhouse, our bottoms full to
bursting.
Sick with humiliation I ran out the side door with Candace.
Like children running from bees we bounded across the grass to the
little shed enclosed potty that sat waiting for us, waiting to receive
us like it had no doubt received so many newlywed girls before us. I
felt like a newlywed wife myself, surely, for wasn’t I promised the
marital cock just as much as Candace? Hadn’t Kevin said, “both of
you?” That had been his manly boast. Two wives for the great Kevin,
with his great cock, too big for just one girl!
Candace got the potty first and sat down on it, leaving me to
dance around watching as she let her bowels open. With a sudden rush
her insides came out, shit and whatever else was up there, plus the
wine. I say “whatever else” because for all I knew she’d been fucked up
the butt sometime in the past, and given Kevin’s magnificent manhood I
had little doubt he could plant a foetus up a girl’s behind if he had a
mind to. But in any event it was all aborted now, happily, and Candace
looked up at me with a grin as she felt the last of it plop into the
cesspool down below.
“Hurry, get up! I’ve got to go too!” I cried, with urgent,
bulging eyes. Candace just sat there admiring me for a moment, all
jiggly and desperate. Admiring the power she had over me suddenly, to
make me wait and suffer.
“Well, I must wipe, mustn’t I?” Candace asked demurely.
“Get UP!” I cried, and yanked her by the arm. With a squeal,
her tits shaking, she let me pry her up from the potty and take her
place.
And what a toilet it was! Just as hole cut in a knee-high
wooden shelf, nothing more. How we had reduced ourselves! Here I was,
the envy of rich men everywhere (and Candace too), about to shit into a
hole made for minus-10 girls in Appalachia. I could picture Fat Mollie
squatting here, or Fat Matilda. But me? The urbane city girl? The
girl bored with Rio?
“Ack!” Too late! I must sit, I must shit!
WHOOSH! It came out then, all runny and quick, making a giant
splash somewhere below which (thankfully) didn’t rise high enough to
splatter my bottom. With a great sigh of relief I felt myself empty
out, while Candace, grinning, watched me, hands on her hips.
When I was done I got up and we both wiped each other, to make
sure we looked our very best back there for Kevin. Then we stepped out
of the outhouse, into a patch of bright late-afternoon sunshine that
shafted down. I felt renewed, refreshed. Candace and I clasped hands.
Together we walked back to the cabin, happy and content. We were one
with nature, and it with us, and we were ready for whatever it had in
store for us.
When we entered the house Mother was there, and she had a hot
steaming tub of water sitting on the floor, right in the living room.
She insisted Candace and I each sit in it, in turn, to give our bottoms
a final wash. When we’d rinsed this way, and stood up again, she
toweled our bottoms dry. Then she patted each of us on the fanny.
“Have fun, girls!” she said cheerily, as low moans began to
emanate from the playroom. Quickly Candace and I hurried back to our
two friends to find out what they were up to. We were both deathly
afraid as we entered. Had he come? Was there nothing left for us?
We found Kevin on his knees, worshipping Danielle’s pussy. She
was tied up, suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, with her legs
forced wide and shackled to the floor. Kevin licked her pussy
hungrily. Our eyes darted to his cock. It was hard, and seemed to
wiggle with a life of its own. We rushed over to it. Children rushing
for candy.
“No!” Kevin said, lifting his face slightly from Danielle’s
dewy nest. Get on your knees, both of you, just like you were before.
In fact...Candace, you grease up your friend there, and then you --I
forget your name-- you do the same.”
“Barbi,” I said, but with compassion in my voice. He was so
very urgently hard. I knew a man couldn’t keep nonessential details in
his mind when he was as stiff as Kevin was! His cock looked purplish at
the tip, and the veins stuck out along the shaft as if they were
straining to lift a ten ton truck! I got on my knees, putting them back
on the familiar pillow. The prints of my kneecaps still indented it
from my last visit. I leaned forward and replaced my face on the pillow
there.
Candace got a tube of cherry Vaseline from the backpack.
Breasts swaying, she returned to me, shifted her pillow and knelt down
behind me. “You’ve had this before, haven’t you?” she asked me. She
stroked my bottom with her fingertips, said it felt silky smooth.
“Yesss,” I hissed, not wanting to yet wanting to. Did she have
to stop and admire me, comment on my fanny, before she did me?
“Open wide now, say ‘ahhh!’” Candace teased. Her finger came
to my little hole and pried it open, delved inside. “My, how tight!
You must do this more often,” Candace smiled.
“Get her ready, I’m coming soon!” Kevin announced.
“Oh, just do ME!” Danielle begged, shivering in her bonds.
“Your time will come,” Kevin reassured her. “But I must do my
wife first.”
When my butthole had been properly anointed Candace urged me up
and took my place on the pillows. I set about doing her then, with grim
efficiency, wanting to make sure I reamed her as well as she’d reamed
me, for she’d done a rather thorough job of it, as if she’d found it
pleasurable in its own right, and not merely a chore that was being done
for Kevin.
Candace gasped as I plumbed her depths with my little finger,
and I twisted it around, enjoying her little jerks and moans. When I
thought she was as oiled up as anyone could be, I withdrew. I looked at
my digit and it was coated with a light veneer of shit. I saw a box of
handi-wipes then, not having noticed them before. I guessed Candace
must have used one herself while I was busy getting up. I used one
also.
Kevin strode over to me, his cock waggling. “Get down, girl!”
he snarled, though I was already on my knees. Well, not quite on my
knees right at this moment, but perched on my heels, with my knees up a
little, to keep them off the floor. I saw then that Kevin had slipped
on football knee pads, to protect himself from the rough floor. Perhaps
Mother had given them to him while Candace and I were outside.
“Hurry! Hurry! I won’t lie to you, I need to go bad!” Kevin
urged me. Quickly I got on my knees then, and obediently offered my
pussy and ass to him, kneeling with my face in my familiar pillow. Well
it was Candace’s pillow, actually, and there was a little wet spot on it
from her saliva. I licked the wet spot with a flick of my tongue,
adding my own saliva to it. I was hot, tempestuous. I flicked my hair
and watched as Kevin entered his wife.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Kevin warned me. Without even
realizing it my hand had stolen back between my knees. I pulled it
back, embarrassed. With a grunt Kevin gave himself the first massive
wave of pleasure that he would need to endure, somehow, sticking himself
into his wife’s tight little hole. Candace grimaced, let her breath
out. Kevin plunged deeper, his own face now distorted by pleasure,
awful pleasure. They were beyond titillation now. This was real.
Up Kevin went, his cock tasting for the first time, he said to
me, his lovely wife’s butthole. “Well how is it, sir?” I asked
sweetly. He trembled, said nothing in reply. Deep, deeper still he
went. Candace huffed and puffed below him, announced she felt all the
breath being forced from her. Kevin drove in greedily, got himself with
effort in up to the hilt. Candace complained he was hurting her. Kevin
pulled back then, back some more, then plunged in anew! Candace
screamed, but I sensed a tinge of pleasure in her cry. In and out Kevin
went then, I waiting all the while.
“Yes! And, yes! And, yes!” Kevin announced with each stroke
after a bit. Then turning to me he withdrew himself suddenly, his
cockhead making a little pop as it regained the freedom of the cool
early evening air. “And now I will master you also, bitch, and then my
wife again!” Kevin crowed to me. Without further ado he stuck himself
right in me then. I must have been well-prepared for he shafted himself
up me in only a few strokes, grinning at his poor wife as he stuck me to
the full.
I was fucked with long, even strokes, Kevin controlling himself
marvelously. Somehow he had passed beyond boyish pleasure and had a
real manly zest about him now, enjoying the act without being
overwhelmed by it. When he thought I’d had my due he pulled out and
left me bereft, my bottom sorrowfully empty now. He returned to his
wife and did her with renewed vigor, telling her he’d fuck her now right
up to orgasm, that he intended to fill her as full as the enema had.
I watched, fascinated, still on my knees, as Kevin speared his
wife with eager abandon. After the requisite preliminary strokes he
felt no further need to contain himself. He MEANT to come now, and come
well, emptying his balls completely into her asshole. Candace, not
wanting to be left behind, put both her hands on her pussy. Wilfully
she rubbed herself. Kevin did not stop her. Unable to stand watching
such a sight, I placed both my hands on my pussy too. Feeling very
naughty, with a look of pained remorse on my face, I began
masturbating. This time, Kevin did not stop me, didn’t even look at
me.
A shadow fell across the floor. Mother! I shot my eyes
upward, saw her standing there, even as Kevin and Candace looked at her
too.
“Yes boys and girls, fuck, fuck, it must be done,” Mother urged
us. She had a stick in one hand, whether to hold herself up or whack
someone I couldn’t tell.
“Oh, please mother--” Candace said. But she never finished her
sentence, and I didn’t know whether she wanted some reprieve from her
husband’s fucking or Mother’s observation of it. Kevin exploded in her
bottom, Candace bucked, twisted her head about, her yellow hair
streaming wildly. I came too, with little “mmf!” “mmf!” “mmf’s”
escaping my lips as I thrust my hiney up in the air like some junior
stallion--again and again--yet I had no rider but pleasure.
At last we settled down. When I looked up again, Mother was
gone. I looked over my shoulder. The door was closed, the room
silent. Had she been an apparition?
Slowly the three of us got up. We extended our arms upward,
stretched, even as Danielle remained in just such a pose, bound by
chains. She whimpered softly, her eyes closed. Her titties were hard
and I had no doubt if I inspected it I’d find her clitty the same way.
The three of us gathered around her. She was so beautiful. Her skin
was like porcelain. She asked for nothing, kept her eyes closed,
enduring the sweet torture of waiting for her turn. Kevin had not let
her come, mouthing her. Rather he’d built up the flames within her to a
boiling point, to see her pretty agony.
“Let’s torture her,” I suggested. Then, realizing what had
come out of my mouth, I looked sheepishly at my companions. But they
did not upbraid me. We got her backpack and sorted through everything.
We gagged her with a rubber ball, blindfolded her, and I got to clamp
off her titties. Then Candace had me oil her ass and she rammed a fat
rubber cock up it. We stood back, admired our handiwork.
“There is something else she needs,” Candace said. She fetched
a cane that was hanging on the wall. Going behind Danielle, she
measured out the distance for a good swatting. Danielle, meanwhile, was
writhing in her bonds, but we assumed she merely wanted to be free.
“Can you breathe okay?” I asked, going forward for a moment,
even as Candace readied herself for the first stroke. I put my finger
to Danielle’s nose and found she had good air flow through her
nostrils. I stepped back.
SNICK! In came the cane, and Danielle leapt as Candace stuck
her bottom with it. I clasped my own bottom, remembering how Candace
had followed me through the woods with a paddle. SNICK! SNICK!
SNICK! Came the cane again and again. Fearful but curious I stepped
back behind Danielle to see the damage that was being inflicted. Bright
lines, pink deepening into red, scored her bottom now. I felt sorry for
her but watched with fascinated amazement as each new stroke was laid
in, leaving its mark. Still my hands clutched my bottom, and I wondered
if Candace had some similar punishment in mind for me.
Kevin took the only seat in the room, sitting his ass casually
on the stool with the holes in it, meant for dildoes to poke up
through. I’d inspected it while we’d been toying with Danielle, giving
it a close sideways glance. It was like the one I’d been on in
Danielle’s dungeon. Did Kevin think nothing could ever touch him on
such a seat? I longed to prove him wrong. I’d tie him down and ram him
up the ass as firmly as he’d rammed me. We’d see who was master then.
All day long he’d played the King, but I’d be Queen then, and a very
demanding one at that.
Candace was on about the twelfth stroke when Danielle suddenly
lurched forward and let us know what she’d been complaining so urgently
about. Pee shot out, sprinkling the floor, and we all broke into
laughter at the sight. Candace gave her a dozen more when she was done,
telling her over and over how naughty she was to have spoilt such a nice
floor. Of course it was just a simple wood floor, rough and splintery,
but it seemed to demean Danielle quite nicely to tell her she was worth
less than the floor!
We both urged Kevin to take her then, feeling a bit sorry for
her. She could have used her bottom for a road map by then, standing by
the side of the highway, offering her ass to inquiring motorists. He
was sticking straight out once more, rigid and hard as marble, and both
Candace and I felt some disappointment as we watched his shaft sink into
Danielle’s cunny. He was master of himself now, having come before. He
fucked her with slow, easy strokes. He removed her nipple clamps so he
could suck on her tits. He untied her ball gag and kissed her lips.
Finally he pulled off her blindfold, looking straight into her eyes as
he fucked them both to orgasm.
Afterward we went to the bedroom. The sheets were cool,
comforting. We dozed, slept. When we awoke we took turns filling a
steel chamber pot in the room. Then we crawled back into bed. We were
dallying beneath the covers when Mother entered. She carried a tray of
fresh fruit, hardboiled eggs, toast and jelly and coffee in little
porcelain cups.
Candace and Kevin fed each other while mother looked on,
holding the tray. Danielle and I popped grapes in each other’s mouths.
Finally Candace, feeling her husband’s strength, got on top of him and
mounted him. She rode him to yet another marital victory as Danielle
and I, inspired, turned to frig each other’s pussies. We started late,
having watched them, and ended after they did. We awoke from our bliss
to find Candace and Kevin kissing and nuzzling us. Together we all
stretched out on the bed then, relishing our nude bodies. The covers
were somewhere at our ankles now, the cool late night air washed over
us.
“What time is it?” Candace asked at last.
“Nearly daylight,” Danielle said, cocking her head toward a
window. The curtain was just ajar there and she could see out without
moving.
“We must go, dear,” Candace said to Kevin.
“Alright,” he replied.
In the stillness of the darkened morning we got up, stole into
the bathroom. We stepped quietly, though we knew Mother was probably
awake somewhere. The old do not sleep much. Yet with a kind of respect
for her we went silently as we could, as if we needed to feel respect
for something, even her, after being so profligate. In the closeness of
the shower we washed each other down. Kevin grew hard but did not fuck
his wife again. We wanted to leave, be gone. We felt like embarrassed
children after some crazy stunt. We needed even to leave each other,
for we felt silly together now, though there was still amorous tension
between us.
Returning to the bedroom we found the bed made. There were
clothes laid out on the covers, our own plus a few rough, homemade
things to keep us warm. Hastily we dressed. We did not see mother as
we stepped back out into the living room. She’d been paid in advance,
no doubt, and wished us gone as well. Some new couple would be arriving
soon. She needed to prepare for them.
We retreated back through the woods and found the jeep. Kevin
got it turned around and back out on the main road. It felt awkward
sitting together. We said nothing. Kevin and Candace were the newly
mated couple, Danielle was alone, I was alone. I sat up front with
Candace, as before, but she did not play with my pussy this time. I was
no longer a slave. I had no master. I would not stay with Danielle, I
knew. She’d fucked me well, too well, in the dungeon. I wanted my
freedom. I did not wish for her to be my mistress anymore, as she
inevitably must be, for it was her dungeon there, whatever she might
imply to the contrary. In the end the one everyone looks to as mistress
must be mistress, and she, as owner, was mistress.
We bid quick goodbyes when the jeep returned to Danielle’s
place.
“You wish to be free of England, don’t you?” Danielle asked,
taking me aside. In the distance Candace and Kevin were just getting
into a limo. We waved a final goodbye.
“I-I want to go back home,” I said.
“I’ll give you the money,” Danielle replied. “I have too much
of it.” I didn’t want to re-trace my steps back through the Argentinean
government to try to return home. Danielle, even as the new
proprietress of the dungeon, had already helped several girls, she
said. Even girls who had “tortured” her. I blushed.
Danielle handed me enough to get some good clothes and a plane
ticket, with some left over for when I got back to Argentina. I thanked
her profusely.
“Shhh, dear!” she said, putting a finger to my lips. You were
a fine little slave and I’d have you in my bed any night, or in my
dungeon. When your pussy gets hungry you come back again, hear?” I
flushed at her lewdness, said nothing. She knew me better than I did.
Except for Danielle I said no goodbyes to anyone else. I knew
they could take care of themselves. They’d think of me sometimes, I was
sure, and I hoped they’d think warm thoughts about me, as I did of most
of them. But I knew if I went back to say goodbye I’d wind up staying,
one way or another. And that I did not wish to have happen, especially
as I always wound up naked, without a stitch to my name, let alone the
means to get myself home. And they might not want me to leave, either.
Gretchen, sweet as she was, wanted to see me enslaved, and I think she
meant for it to be permanent. Perhaps she herself secretly yearned to
be a lifelong love slave, and wished to see me “break the ice” for her
fantasy. I’d be a kind of guinea pig for her to find out what it was
really like. No, I did not wish that. I choose slavery on my own, if I
did, not have Gretchen choose it for me.
With a light step I boarded the Concorde for South America. I
had money enough to sit in first class, and did so. Pressing my nose to
the window, strapped in, I watched as the plane took off and London fell
away below me.
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