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Subject: Passions Playpen part 6 of 14 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSION’S PLAYPEN
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Chapter Six
“Well, now that we’ve all let off a little steam, let’s get to
know each other better,” Marie suggested. With damaged bottoms everyone
settled onto a piece of equipment in the game room which had, until this
moment, stood ominously waiting to test them. Cindy plopped herself on
her tummy on the bondage table, resting her chin in her hands. She did
not have to be careful about her pregnancy yet though Marie, taking the
velvet cloth from the horse, insisted on placing it under her. Nancy,
who had given Cindy a belting with a man’s leather belt, now bent and
daubed at Cindy’s weepy eyes with a linen handkerchief. Such comforts
were provided in the game room to soothe injured players.
“There, don’t cry too hard. You might hurt your baby,” Nancy
teased.
“Be quiet!” Cindy pouted. She sniffled and Nancy put the
handkerchief gently to her nose and made her blow.
“That’s better. Be a big girl. You’re going to be a mommy
soon!” Nancy remonstrated. Like Marie, she was the only female to have
an unmarked bottom. Marie sat curled in a bondage chair, watching
Kate’s ass with sly interest. The back of the chair had been dropped
down over the space where no seat existed, to give Marie someplace to
comfortably sit. It was a hinged back, for a Mistress to sit in when
she needed a rest. When the playing began again, Kate had no doubt the
chair’s back would be raised again. Only a small perch would be left,
and a pot underneath where cold coals waited to be lit.
Between her fingers Marie held a stout crop. She caressed it
as if it were a man’s penis. It was, indeed, the only short hard object
within Marie’s reach at the moment, given the condition of the men’s
genitalia. They lounged around her, as if worshipping a goddess. Rod
sat perched on top of a pillory. He seemed husband-like, sitting above
Marie, while the other three males sat on the floor. His dick, however,
was shrunken almost into his pubic hair. Kate gazed at him between his
legs and decided she had not much taste for him. She would avoid him if
she could. He was too old.
Beneath Rod sat David. He was clearly the favorite between
both Rod and Marie. David, having awakened some homosexual urge in Rod,
sat with Rod’s feet on his shoulders. The boy seemed not to mind that
Rod’s big toes were level with his mouth. Rod wiggled his toes to let
the boy know he was possessed. David glanced up, seemed not to know how
to handle his suitor. He looked at Marie. Noticing him, her eyes left
Nancy’s bare fanny and gave him a smile.
“My, David, did I wear you out?” Marie asked. She had mounted
him when he’d finished peeing. They had coupled standing up. Now
David, having cum twice already, once on her leg and once in her cunt,
looked relaxed. His dick was still swollen but it was not erect. It
was about half its full size. Kate, gazing at him, sizing him up,
licked her lips. She wanted to experience him before they all went
their separate ways in the morning.
Jim sat opposite Marie. He leaned his head against her thigh
and said he could smell David’s emissions in her perfumed cunt. Marie
laughed and patted his head.
“I want you next,” Marie said to Jim.
“You’ve got me,” Jim answered. Kate felt no jealousy. She had
felt Jim in her (albeit in her bottom). Now she wanted David, and she
realized she hated Rod because she knew he wanted David too, perhaps in
his ass.
Mike lounged back and relaxed on the floor. He seemed too
tired to sit. He’d taken the waitress on the floor. Dripping his semen
down the insides of her thighs, she now served them, still
white-gloved. More shrimp was offered, fresh from a game room fridge.
White and Red wine were poured into glasses and served to the guests.
Fresh crab meat was brought out, layered with cheese atop crackers.
Ritz crackers, whole wheat. Kate took one. She bit into it gently and
found it scrumptious. Beth, the waitress, handed her a glass of White
wine to go with it.
The women were in various states of pleasant disrepair. All
had been bottom-smacked except Nancy and Marie. Kate sat with her knees
apart on the floor, under the bondage table. Above her she could hear
Cindy simpering about her baby. Cindy liked to complain about the
importance of her baby now that everyone knew she was pregnant anyway.
It made her feel fragile, Kate suspected, and in need of both attention
and protection. (And a good fuck, of course.) Perhaps she wished to be
first in line when the fucking began again because, of course, she was
pregnant, Kate mused.
“Please give me more crackers,” Cindy told Beth. “I’m
PREGNANT!”
Beth complied, quietly. Kate rolled her eyes and blew
teasingly into Beth’s pubic hair as the waitress bent over her to pass
the crackers to Cindy.
“An ill wind blows nobody any good,” Lynette told Kate. She
sat beside the girl on the floor. Kate smiled at Lynette and blew into
Beth’s pubic hair again.
“My, it’s windy in here,” Beth murmured. Then she turned and
went to Nancy and offered her crackers. Beth was quiet and compliant.
Her bottom, well-warmed by Marie before the night even began, kept her
obedient.
“Oh, gee. Do I get a cracker? And I’m not even pregnant!”
Nancy smirked.
“You’re a meanie,” Cindy snapped. Then she sniffled,
self-pityingly. “OW!” She cried suddenly. Nancy, sitting with her
bottom newly perched on the edge of the bondage table, gave Cindy’s
upturned ass a smack with her open palm.
“Oooooohhhhhh-OH!” Cindy moaned. The smack was not hard but,
coming upon the stern marks left by the belting Nancy had given her, it
made her tush sizzle.
“Don’t complain, don’t sniffle, and don’t say you’re preggy
again all night long!” Nancy said in a girlish, sassy voice.
“My, aren’t we in charge?” Marie said with sly eyes. “Come
here, Nancy. You’re going to entertain us a bit while we rest.”
Nancy bit her lip but did not disobey. She saw the crop in
Marie’s hand as clearly as anyone. She slipped from the table and
padded over to Marie. As if to win the woman’s favor, she presented her
cunny to her, pushing her hips out in front of her as she stood by the
woman’s knee. She tossed her short brown hair back from her face with a
backward bob of her head. Kate smiled at her casual air. So calm, yet
so lewd at the same time, as if showing one’s cunny to another woman
were just an ordinary, everyday act.
Marie extended a curled finger and touched Nancy’s slitted
nest. Nancy jerked but did not complain. She kept her hips offered.
She gritted her teeth a little as Marie began to stroke her fleece.
“Yes, Nancy, I’m going to excite you a little first... ah, is
that your spot? Have I found it?” Marie asked. Nancy seized up like a
child receiving an injection. She lifted her eyes to the ceiling. “And
then, Nancy dear, when you’re in a nice heat, I’m going to flip you over
my knee and paddle your cute little ass.”
“Oh, NO pleazzze,” Nancy begged, her eyes still fixed on the
ceiling.
“Yes, and with this crop if you prove uncooperative,” Marie
said. “Nobody gets out of my game room with an uninjured bottom, my
dear. Erotically injured, of course. Something to make you remember me
by when you sit down tomorrow, and the next day too. I consider it a
gift. From me to you,” Marie said to Nancy. She invaded the girl’s
slit but Nancy remained standing. She clapped her hands to her bottom
and begged that it be spared. Yet she stood complaint, pushing her hips
out to Marie. Nancy’s small hands rubbed the white cheeks of her ass
and she remained with her eyes fixed on the roof.
Kate marvelled at Marie. The woman was completely
self-possessed. She amused herself in Nancy’s slit as unabashedly as if
the girl were a visiting niece, and she simply straightening her dress
for her. Marie looked at Beth. “Tell Sherry to come in and clean for
us,” Marie said to Beth even as she kept a finger within Nancy’s
private.
“Yes,m,” Beth answered. Beth went to the door of the game room
and unbarred it. It was locked but she knew the combination. She drew
back the hasp from the bar and lifted the bar. It was wooden, heavy.
Beth had to strain to get it up, although Marie, with her catlike
strength, had shown little difficulty putting the bar in place. Kate
wondered if she herself were Batgirl and Marie the Catwoman. Val Kilmer
was the only one missing. Jim might be Val, Kate thought to herself.
Young, excitable, yet a bit brooding also, she saw, now that his
strength had left him. David, her choice for the next round, was
steadily swelling. Silently Kate vowed to herself that she’d kill Rod
if she had to to keep the old man from having the boy up his arse.
An apparition entered. As suddenly as a ghost might have
appeared, a blonde, 13-year-old nymph entered into the room.
Immediately she stole the men’s attention completely away. Her hair was
long but pinned neatly up in a loose bun at the back of her head. Her
face was Elven, a fairy from Limerick come to taunt the men. She had
eyes with long lashes, blue eyes, blue as the sky on an Irish summer
day. Her lips were beestung, like a model’s, poutier even than
Cindy’s. She had small cheeks and a thin neck and fragile, bone-white
shoulders. Around them was cast a soft shimmering robe. It was
completely transparent, showing her slim, frail body inside. Yet the
robe, bewitchingly, became opaque where more than one layer of fabric
collected. Between the girl’s thighs the fabric fell, and in layering
itself upon itself it managed to obscure the view of her delta. Her
bosoms could be plainly seen, high and firm and round. And her dimpled
navel also. But just where the men’s eyes hoped to see most, they saw
nothing. Just the softly layered fabric of the nymph’s flowing robe
where it spilled between her legs.
The girl’s thighs were bare. Her robe had been cleverly
slitted up both her legs so that her legs, in walking, protruded from
the slits, forcing the long robe to layer itself between her bared
thighs. She was naked in her robe, wearing nothing but gold open-toed
slippers upon her small feet. Her hands were small, bare, and her arms
were bare up to her shoulders where the robe, quite uselessly, covered
but did not obscure them.
In her fingers, quite tentatively, Kate thought, the blonde
nymph held a sponge. Kate saw at once it was for scrubbing the floor
and the furniture, for Beth fetched a pail, perhaps one filled outside
the door by the girl, and struggled inside with it. Beth was careful
not to spill any of the pail’s water upon the floor. Kate saw suds
floating in the pail. Their tops billowed above its rim.
“Men, ladies, this is my neighbor Sherry,” Marie said
casually. Still she diddled in Nancy’s slit, though Nancy herself now
had lowered her face to gaze at the girl with the sponge. “She’s a
virgin,” Marie said. “And she’ll be staying that way tonight,
gentlemen, I’m afraid. But you may certainly watch her as she scrubs
the dungeon for us. Any excitement she brings you, though, will have to
be spent in one of us ladies, not in her.”
“W-Why?” Mike, the sullen one, asked, rising up from the floor
and propping himself up with his hands behind his bare rump as he
remained sitting.
“Because, dear boy, I insist,” Marie answered. She seemed
delighted to have provoked the men in a way they could not assauge.
Their pricks, depleted still, were unable to salute the girl as they
wished. But they made sure their legs were apart and they showed her
their condition, however feeble it was, in hopes of inspiring her.
Sherry, though, kept her eyes fixed straight ahead. She looked a no
one, seemingly contemplating some fixed point inside herself.
Deliberately she gulped and Kate realized she was bashful and yet
proud. Had she been seen in this way before, all naked, showing her
fresh nudity to men and women? Kate guessed she had not. The girl was
on a special journey, one that was her own private coming out, in a game
room where nude male and female combatants were assembled, waiting to
start a second round at love.
Sherry stopped in the middle of the room. Still she
acknowledged no one, not even Marie. Beth set the pail down beside
her. Kate saw Sherry fight to control a blush. Then the girl, just a
little red-cheeked, bent carefully until her knees touched the floor.
Quietly, almost noiselessly, she dipped her sponge into the pail. She
submerged it daintily. Then she drew it up. It was wet and covered
with suds. Applying it to the floor as if it were fine china, Sherry
began slowly to rub it.
The men were awed by the girl’s impeccable, newly grown
beauty. They watched open mouthed as her ripe young tits jiggled from
her chest. Sherry’s nipples sprouted hard and ready. Yet she bit her
lip and kept scrubbing, a proper well-brought-up girl who knew her place
and only wished to exist properly within it. To see such a marvelous,
unblemished creature reduced to cleaning a floor of sex jism deeply
aroused them. David, who had lost himself on that very spot, shooting
onto Marie’s thigh and, in his excitement, spilling himself on the
floor, arose anew. Jim also stood up, though he, like David, merely
swelled promisingly, not yet fully erected and hard. Kate watched both
men and admired their rising penises.
“Up, up, up,” she found herself chanting quietly. Lynette,
beside her, nudged her gaily.
Kate glanced up at the bondage table over her head. “None for
you this time. You’re pregnant!” she chided Cindy.
“Pregnant goes first,” Cindy retorted.
“Girls, girls. Don’t get quarrelsome, or I’ll have them both,”
Marie reproved them. Nancy, wide-eyed, stared at David and then behind
herself at Jim. She looked only between their legs. Kate hoped Marie
got to spanking Nancy soon, for that might keep the girl at bay while
she herself made a beeline for David. But Rod, he must be got rid of
somehow, for he hunched forward and gazed proudly down at David’s
erection.
“You can have Rod,” Kate suggested to Lynette.
Lynette gave a feminine snort in reply. “He’s not even up,”
she said.
“But you’re such a bombshell, aren’t you?” Kate asked.
“Forget him, but thanks for the compliment,” Lynette said.
I watched, casually, as an observer does at a ball game, as the
men’s testicles departed from the jangling position and lofted
themselves up into their crotches. Twin church bells, hung in a slingy
sac, became bold, bulging ball pouches that looked like a single round
balloon.
Marie tumbled Nancy over her knees. The brunette lay open-eyed
and open-mouthed, like a wondering child, over Marie’s bare legs. The
woman smiled down at her new victim and patted her bottom. Nancy put a
finger in her mouth and waited for the inevitable. She sucked on her
finger like a talisman, as if it could protect her bare backside.
“Your ass is simply perfect for swatting,” Marie chuckled at
Nancy. The girl jerked as Marie inquired within her cheeks. The
woman’s finger found Nancy’s hole and pressed.
“Oh, don’tttt,” Nancy said, her protest obscured by her finger
in her mouth.
“Does my finger bother you, dear girl?” Marie laughed. She
lifted her chin and her breasts shook as she laughed, big cantaloupes in
a windy market scale. Kate remembered weighing fruit at the grocery.
She wondered, looking at Marie’s breasts, just how much the woman’s
mammaries would weigh. Perhaps a doctor would find out one day, if she
ever needed a masectomy.
Marie teased her way deeper into Nancy’s hole. It was tough
going, but the woman slipped a finger under Nancy’s belly and found her
spot with her free hand, and Nancy, beginning to squirm like a fish over
Marie’s legs, jutted her bottom up needfully to put more of Marie into
her ass.
“Why, you naughty girl, do you want my finger up your fanny?”
Marie asked. At once she pulled her finger out, making a little popping
sound as it departed from Nancy’s cheeks. Then, arching the digit that
had gone exploring, so that its BM’ed surface stuck up higher than the
rest of her fingers, Marie brought her hand down upon Nancy’s ass.
“OOOOOCH!” Nancy cried. Her girlish bosoms flung themselves
about as she received the slap and reacted to it. Fishlike, she sprang
up her chest while scissoring her legs behind her. She was a beached
mermaid slithering back to sea, caught bottomup on the beach by a
sunbather.
“Well you do have a desire to be quite vocal this evening,
don’t you?” Marie asked. “Surely you’ve had your bottom warmed before,
my dear? You seem a bit worldly, even at 19, to claim innocence in
something like this. Has not your employer had your fanny up over his
knees once or twice, slapping it for your typos and your tardiness.”
“Oh but I don’t like it,” Nancy whispered, over her finger
which remained in her mouth.
“You don’t like having a nice rosy bottom? Why, I should think
that’s the principal benefit of having a young girl about. Do you fancy
yourself a woman, my dear, capable of engaging in intelligent
conversation? No college, and yet she thinks she’s Emily Dickinson. Or
is it Emily Dick, Miss Finger Sucker?” Marie brought her hand down hard
against Nancy’s bottom, still keeping her one soiled finger higher than
the rest so that it didn’t smear its shit-coating on Sandy’s white
cheeks. (This desite the fact that it had soiled itself between her
cheeks.)
Nancy howled anew. Sherry, still scrubbing the floor very
daintily, watched with the knowing eyes of one who bore an even cuter,
more immature bottom, with high, well-formed wiggly cheeks fresh out of
childhood.
The men began to grow restless. Marie noticed, and realized
she could not play with their fire too long. They were strong men and
they could be teased a little, but they could not be denied too long.
Marie, still giving more whacks to Nancy’s sassily offered fanny,
ordered Beth to bring yogurt. “The men will be ready soon, and I want
them to have something nice and healthy in their bellies, in the way of
nourishment, before they’re called on to give of themselves again,”
Marie told her waitress. Like some plotting goddess, her words were
laden with trickery. The men needed nothing, they were ready to fuck
and spurt immediately. But by promising them pleasure soon, Marie was
able to buy a little more time, and perhaps even make them think they
needed something to eat before they resumed their balling.
“Never mind the floor, Sherry,” Marie said to her 13-year-old
charge. Get some hot towels for us so we can clean off our most
important parts. “Hurry, girl! The men can’t wait forever. They hate
taking baths as it is.”
Sherry rose as the men smiled at Marie’s observance of their
masculine nature. True, yogurt and a bath had probably been the least
things on their minds 30 seconds ago, but now, pleasantly submitting to
her words, they waited with hardened penises for the chance to fuck.
Sherry, rising up and turning to fetch towels from the next room,
offered a breathtaking sight as she departed. Her high, tight little
ass swung rhythmically as she stepped from the room. She walked on tip
toe, and seemed to offer an extra wiggle to her fanny as she left.
“God, I’ve got to bugger that girl,” Mike sitting on the floor
with his penis at full attention, muttered. He seemed to speak for all
the males. They sat with eyes glued on Sherry’s bottom, as she,
butterfly-like, flitted from their midst.
Beth reentered the room, carrying a silver tray laden with cups
of yogurt.
“One to each girl,” Marie said. “And woman,” she added,
smirking at Nancy and giving her ass another stinging slap. The girl
screeched, but seemed to do so with needless volubility, Kate thought,
given that it was a mere handslap. Kate guessed Nancy was using her
spanking as a way of advertising her nether charms. Indeed, Mike, who
had been sitting in a stupor since Sherry left, now looked over at Nancy
and sized up her bare, wriggling tushy.
Kate received a yogurt from Beth and pulled up the lid. It was
vanilla, with blueberries lost somewhere on the bottom. Kate looked at
it hungrily and then cast her eyes toward Marie.
“I haven’t any spoon,” Kate said.
“David does,” Marie smiled. Kate looked at the young man and
then again at Marie.
“He doesn’t,” Kate said simply.
“Ah, here’s Sherry. Girl, wipe David’s privates, would you?
Kate needs a spoon for her yogurt.”
Lynette chortled, but a bit disappointedly, Kate thought, for
her own blood was pulsing through her as she realized where David’s
spoon was.
“I haven’t got any spoon,” David said to Marie. He turned to
her with a quizzical look. Sherry, however, knelt before him and lifted
up a hot towel from a tray of them that she bore and applied its heat to
his hard on.
“Hey, yeeowch!” David said. He had not noticed what Sherry was
up to. Sherry ignored him and softly rubbed his penis with the steaming
hot towel. David jerked for a moment but then settled down as the
towel’s moisture compensated for its heat.
“There, you’re nice and clean, sir,” Sherry said seductively to
David.
“No you may NOT put your penis in her mouth, David,” Marie
scolded. Sherry, quite innocently, or so she hoped it appeared, had
widened her mouth and let her tongue protrude as she finished her
sentence. She let her face remain tantalizingly close to David’s newly
polished equipment.
David, sticking himself up more, arching his hips at Sherry,
aimed to fill her wide-open, offered mouth with his manhood. Marie’s
words stilled him. For a moment Sherry remained wide-mouthed, gazing at
him, while David’s penis stuck lance-like at her face.
Sherry put both her hands softly upon David’s cock. She seemed
to hold him back from her, like a frightened child. But then, still
showing him the inside of her mouth, still gape-faced, she began to
stroke him in hopes of making him spurt.
“Sherry, you are NOT to make David shoot in your mouth,” Marie
scolded. “Fie, I have the wrong person over my knee!” she swore,
throwing up Nancy, who gratefully reclaimed possession of her own bottom
by clapping her hands to it. Standing once more, Nancy did a little jig
as she attempted to assauge the sting of her spanking. Her bare feet
leapt in little hops on the floor. She was a female leprechaun, dancing
amidst clover. But a tossing up of her head showed that her fanny, at
least, had not been lucky this day. She rubbed it quite earnestly.
“Sherry!” Marie called. Striding to the girl she bent and
yanked her up by her hair. Sherry did not let go of David’s cock and he
yelped as he was drawn penis first up by her clutching hands. In a
moment both she and he were standing. Still she rubbed him, and she
tried to kneel in front of him so that she could keep her mouth were the
action was.
Kate crossed the room and stood hopefully with her yogurt cup,
waiting to make use of David’s penis as a spoon. She batted at Sherry’s
fingers and tried to pry them loose from David’s cock. Marie,
meanwhile, gave Sherry’s soft warm bottom a slap. The girl, surprised,
lost her hold on David.
“Yum, time to eat!” Kate said. Quickly she knelt before
David’s hard-on. She took hold of it in her small hand and plunged its
length into her yogurt cup. Drawing him up from the cool moist
interior, she presented his manhood to her waiting lips. It was coated
with vanilla yogurt. David, not caring now at the loss of Sherry,
strove to control himself as Kate licked him clean and then stuck him
back into the cloying yogurt. For a moment Kate thought he might shoot
his jism into her cup. He seemed excited at seeing himself used this
way, put into a creamy substance and used to stir it and spoon it.
Sherry, meanwhile, broke into tears over the loss of her toy. She’d
liked having a man in her hands. Now, with Marie angry at her, she was
dumped unceremoniously over the woman’s knees. Marie began spanking
her. Sherry was still close enough to childhood to feel humiliated at
such treatment. She blushed and kicked her feet and Rod had to hop down
and hold her, lest she spring up and run away. Nancy, meanwhile, who’d
been relatively compliant in her punishment, never actually preventing
it, stood watching with her hands on her bottom.
Kate licked and sucked David. She used his big sausage to
clean out the inside of her cup when she’d eaten all the vanilla and all
the drippy blueberries at the bottom. Mike was put to a similar use.
Lynette made him serve a cupful of cherry yogurt to her, with his
penis. Cindy, still lying on the table, was offered a cup of banana
yogurt. Jim helped her eat it, standing before her table refuge,
offering his penis as a spoon. She ate her yogurt greedily, exclaiming
how hungry her pregnancy made her. When she had emptied her cup she
said she was still hungry. Jim, not waiting for orders or permission
from Marie, offered her sexy little mouth the contents of his
testicles. She accepted. She sucked him like a straw until he shot
himself into her hungry tummy.
Amidst this carnival of carnality, there was a knock at the
door. It had a distinct pattern to it; three knocks, slow and regular,
followed by two more in quick succession. Beth went to the door and
opened it. Out of the side of her eyes Kate noticed a man enter. He
was tall, dressed in a tailored suit that looked both fashionable and
quite expensive. Beside him entered a woman in a long dress. It held
itself against her figure as if it had been glued on. The fibers were
handwoven, Kate guessed, for they had a natural quality to them. The
woman had an imposing manner and kept her hair up in a bun. Her face
was like ice; white but expertly carved. Kate laughed as she felt
David’s hot penis thrusting into her mouth. Would the woman’s face melt
if she had such a fine young man between her teeth?
Eagerly, almost to show off, Kate yanked on David’s cock and
urged him to the floor. She had no idea who these newcomers were, but
she felt seized with a desire to impress them, particularly the man. To
show him what a REAL woman like herself could do, instead of the
ice-statue he was currently with.
David plopped onto his behind and watched with hungry eyes as
Kate knelt over him. Wantonly, opening herself to admit him, using her
two hands as pliers to open her sex up with, Kate got herself up on
David’s hard on. Fitting his head into her labia, she waggled her
bottom at the man in the tailored suit who stood behind her. David
thrust up. Kate screamed happily as his powerful tool split her tummy
like a drill shaft.
“This one seems particularly lively,” Kate heard the woman
comment. She felt the sharp toe of the woman’s booted foot jab her
hiney. It was not polite. It found her anus on the first kick and Kate
howled at the contact.
“She has the perfect bottom for it,” the man said casually.
Kate felt she were livestock and he was the meat inspector. He tapped
her right bottom cheek with a walking stick that he carried.
Kate groaned with passion. David was thrusting up into her
with enormous vigor. He had come earlier and it had, it seemed, given
him just the sort of self-control he needed. He didn’t spurt quickly as
Kate had feared. Riding him, with her hands pressed to his chest to aid
herself, Kate felt fear possess her bottom. She was scared to death the
woman would kick her again. Her cheeks were widespread as she jutted
her hiney back at them, receiving David in her womb. The thought that
she might be injured by them thrilled her. Yet she didn’t want to be
injured, but in her writhing she found herself exploding in orgasm at
the fear of being hurt.
“Ohhhh, Davidddd, protect me!” Kate gasped in a high-pitched,
screamy voice as the man tapped her bottom again with his walking
stick. All around her others made love, their bodies joining despite
the presence of the fully-clothed newcomers. Kate imagined they looked
at the others, not just at her. But if the newcomers did they did not
move away from her in response. They stayed behind her always, and Kate
felt she might rupture from the orgasms she was having upon David’s
prick, all the while scared to death she’d be kicked again or whacked
with the walking stick.
When Kate had been thoroughly fucked by David, losing track of
how many wonderful orgasms she’d experienced upon his penis, feeling at
last his jism jetting up into her, she collapsed on top of him and held
him. She could feel her bottom bulbing up at the two new guests. They
still frightened her, but she felt a secret thrill at showing them her
split-apart bottom, with its crack open and her hole dimpling her crack
in such an intriguingly offered manner. She wondered idly if the woman
would kick her again in her hole but the woman did not. Instead, the
new guests seemed to enjoy watching her shiver and gasp and sigh softly
as she huddled over David’s spent form. He lay under her all spread out
and happily exhausted. His arms lay upon the floor and his legs were
spread. He was spread-eagled, pinned to the floor by spent delight
rather than ropes. Once in a while he gave a little upward thrust with
his hips to remind Kate that he was still inside her. His manhood had
shrunk considerably, but it still threaded her sex and lay within her.
The woman, after a respectful interval, reached down and yanked
Kate up by her hair. Kate was forced to stand lest she be hurt by the
pulling. Awkwardly Kate got to her feet. The woman didn’t pull on her
hair any more than she needed to, and for that Kate was grateful, but
she disliked the fact that she’d been attacked at all.
When the woman had Kate on her feet she patted Kate’s hair and
stroked it and attempted to arrange Kate’s tousled long locks in some
kind of neat order. Kate was suprised by the woman’s soft touch. She’d
been kicked, then pulled up by her hair, yet now the woman caressed her
hair as politely as if Kate were her own daughter.
“Yes, you will do perfectly,” the woman said to Kate. When
she’d arranged Kate’s wild hair, thrown all askew from her fucking, she
patted Kate’s tummy. They were slap-pats, striking Kate’s soft belly
harder than she would have preferred. Kate could almost feel the
woman’s hand forcing David’s sperm to slosh around in her womb. “You’re
not pregnant? Hmmm?” the woman asked. “You’re on the Pill?”
Dumbly Kate nodded. She was nude, the woman, slapping her
belly, was clothed as for an elegant dinner party. Kate looked at the
man. He stared back at her coldly. But then he allowed himself the
slightest of smiles, as if to reassure her that he wasn’t quite as
imposing as she imagined.
Marie walked up to the three of them. She was stark naked and
there was a fresh issuance of sperm dribbling down from her cuntlips.
Absently she wiped at the sperm with her fingers, like a little girl
who’s peed on herself, except Marie had just received an emission from
Rod.
“This is John and Melinda,” Marie said, giving herself the job
of making introductions. “John, Melinda, this is Kate. She’s sweet,
don’t you think?”
“John wants her,” Melinda said to Marie. As she spoke she
thrust her hand down from Kate’s belly into the split of her thighs.
She felt within the folds of Kate’s sex. Kate jerked but Marie,
conspiratorily, placed a hand on Kate’s bottom to keep her from stepping
back.
“John,” Marie said calmly. “Kate’s very young. You’re so
harsh with your women! Do you really think she’d be able to stand it?”
“Of course,” Melinda replied. She removed her hand from Kate’s
sex and slapped the blonde on her flanks. Kate felt like a pony and
yet, allowing herself a quick toss of her blonde hair, she found she
didn’t find her status entirely disagreeable. She didn’t know why. It
made no sense at all to permit these people to treat her this way. Yet,
mesmerized by the man in the suit and how he regarded her, feeling freed
for the moment from her normal inhibitions, Kate turned her body
slightly and openly thrust her hips forward to show him her cunt. She
swayed her hips back and forth and made him look at her soft downy
covering of private hair. She rubbed her fleece against his pants leg.
Sperm from David’s emissions, oozing out of her lips, stained the man’s
trousers. Her own honey was mingled with David’s love juice.
Marie laughed. “Well! If she’s THAT eager,” Marie said.
“Then I suppose I’ll fetch her a collar.” Kate, unthinkingly, pressed
her cunny lips to the man’s treetrunk-like thigh and felt his muscled
leg press against her lips, making them splurge. She had a naughty
thought and dismissed it from her mind. Then, just as quickly, she let
it re-enter.
“Kate, dear, John will pamper you most exquisitely, but only
for one purpose--to punish you. Are you sure--?” Marie asked, buckling
a leather collar round Kate’s neck. Still playing, having made no
decision at all, merely teasing, but loving herself for doing it, Kate
released her pee. She felt her cunny lips wet the man’s expensive pants
leg and he gasped, as did Melinda and Marie, as Kate wet the man’s pants
with her sex.
“Well!” Marie said, shocked. She drew her hand back and gave
Kate an ass-spatting handslap. Kate squeezed her eyes shut and mewled.
Yet she didn’t stop the flow of her pee. She kept on pissing on the
man’s pants until she was completely relieved.
“A feisty slave, my favorite,” Melinda murmured, when she’d
recovered herself enough to speak again. Kate had outmaneuvered them
all!
“We’ll have to skip the dinner,” John said to Melinda.
“It’s late anyway, dear,” Melinda said. “And Kate’s training
needs to begin right away.”
“Indeed,” John affirmed. Kate, withdrawing her lovelips from
John’s leg, admired the long, runny stain she’d left upon them. His
whole leg right down to his shoe was marked by her soaking pee. And
she’d wiped her sex on him too, leaving David’s sperm there.
Kate felt a cloak thrown over her shoulders. Marie adjusted
it. Kate’s shoulders were small and the cloak threatened to slip right
off her.
“You’ve chosen well, sweet one. There is no sterner master I
know of, nor one more considerate,” Marie said to Kate. She kissed the
girl lightly on the cheek. Kate flinched. She felt the collar around
her throat, binding her lightly, showing her status. She did not lift
her fingers to it but merely admitted the feeling of it into her mind.
It was a leather collar. It was covered with felt on its inside surface
so as not to chafe her. But it had a place for a leash, and Kate gazed
down her nose at the silver ring which protruded from the front of the
collar where John might attach a leash to her.
Gallantly John brushed Kate’s cloak back from her body and
reached within and took her bare arm. Her body was bare and her arm was
bare and his sleeved, tailored arm, flexing its bicep, felt like an
intruder within her warm cloak. Yet she did not resist him. She
allowed him to lead her out of the game room and through the locker room
and out through the front door of the townhouse.
There was a chilly drizzle of rain outside. With her free hand
Kate pulled the cloak around her breasts. It remained open at the
waist, showing her belly and below that her bush, with her bare white
legs protruding from the front of the open cloak as she let John draw
her down the front steps along the walk to his car. Melinda, walking
efficiently beside Kate, unfurled an umbrella and held it above Kate’s
head to keep the raindrops from wetting her tousled, already-matted
locks. She was in disarray from the fuckfest in the game room yet John
and Melinda treated her as if she were a princess.
John opened the passenger’s side door of his Jaguar. Kate bent
down and slipped in. Melinda held up the tail of her cloak so that it
wouldn’t touch the wet ground as she bent.
Kate found the seat inside was a bench seat and she wondered if
she should sit on the clean leather, for she was coated on her private
with her own juice and with male jism, more dripping out as she walked
and moved. Yet, with Melinda urging in from behind, Kate was forced to
sit and she did her best to tuck her cloak under herself to keep her
bottom off of John’s fine leather seat. John seemed not to mind the
possibility of her staining it.
With John and Melinda settled on either side of her within the
warm car, Kate was driven off. Melinda, who’d been so considerate of
her walking out of the house, now inquired between Kate’s legs with her
nearest hand. She tugged absently at Kate’s pubic hair and lightly
stroked Kate’s lovelips.
“Don’t close yourself,” Melinda told Kate when the girl tried
to press her thighs together. Kate opened her legs. Melinda gave
Kate’s sex a pinch to remind her of the command. Kate winced but said
nothing. The woman explored her lovelips as if she were a turkey being
felt before being stuffed.
They drove from the city out into the country. Trees
enshrouded their car on both sides. Kate glanced at John’s crotch and
saw he had a distinct swelling there. She looked back at the
approaching, enclosing trees. They surrounded the car as John raced it
down a vacant country lane. He seemed an excellent driver. Kate
wondered if, nonetheless, she needed a seatbelt. She didn’t want to
have a mistake on his part send her pitching out through the front
window.
Melinda, sensing the need for a binding of a different sort,
drew a black blinfold out of the glove compartment. Kate saw it and
gasped. She liked their company, the mysteriousness of it, but she
wasn’t sure she really wanted to play sexual games with them. She felt
tired from her copulating in the game room.
“You mustn’t see where you’re going,” Melinda said to Kate.
Kate watched fearfully as the woman, taller and stronger than herself,
placed the blindfold quickly over Kate’s eyes. Kate lifted her hands
and emitted a whimper of protest but she was blinded before she could do
anything about it.
“Put your arms behind you, dear. You’ll have little need for
them where we’re going. I’ll spoon feed you when you need nourishment,
and I’ll wash you, and even wipe you after your potty,” Melinda
whispered in Kate’s ear. As she did so she sezied both of Kate’s wrists
quite firmly. She drew the girl’s hands roughly behind Kate’s back.
Kate mewled in protest as she felt her arms wrenched back behind
herself. She had not put her arms through the sleeves of her cloak,
preferring to let it drape her. Now she wished she’d been more
attentive to the cloak, for inside it she was just a bare body, her arms
next to her, and Melinda had little trouble yanking Kate’s arms behind
herself. Melinda got both Kate’s wrists in a single hand, Melinda’s
hand, which held them like a vise. The woman’s fingers were slender and
elegant but she had a grip of steel. Kate heard a jangling of
handcuffs. She guessed they’d been taken from the glove compartment,
same as the blindfold. She howled as she felt Melinda pin them to her
wrists. Yet, in the end, Kate realized, she had not struggled nearly as
much as she might have. She’d even waited a moment, patiently, as
Melinda let go of her wrists, in an inexpert moment, and worked to get
the cuffs properly on her.
“Sit up,” Melinda said to Kate. The blonde had been forced to
bend forward as Melinda cuffed her. Kate straightened herself. She
felt the cape draping her uselessly, leaving her bosoms sticking out
quite nakedly in front of her. Now she had no way to draw the cape
closed over her front.
Melinda pinched one’s of Kate’s nipples. Kate winced and let
out a little cry. Both her teats offered their tips at full extension.
Kate felt terribly excited and had a sudden desire to pee on the seat of
John’s car. She pressed her thighs together. Melinda slapped them and
made her separate them again. Kate wriggled her ass and bit her lip.
“You are just bosoms now,” Melinda told Kate. “And a cunt.”
She stroked Kate’s offered nipples and then pinched the other one to
make it hurt like the first. Kate howled, softly, afraid she might
disturb John. She felt Melinda’s hand stroke her belly and then delve
again between her open legs.
Melinda laughed. “How you squirm! Do you have to pee again?”
Melinda asked Kate. “We’ll be there soon. Don’t make John stop to let
you go in the woods! It’s too chilly outside for that.”
Kate nodded. Despite the blindfold, despite the handcuffs,
despite Melinda’s intrusive, pinching fingers, she nodded obediently.
“Here, I’ll hold your sex for you,” Melinda told Kate. “I’ll
squeeze my hand against your little muffin just like you used to do when
you were a girl. Don’t pee on my hand. We’ll be there soon, dear one!”
Kate twisted her head about. She felt Melinda’s hand cup her
muff and palpate itself against her slit. She wanted to pee, yet she
tightened her belly and hoped to save herself til they got to John’s.
She looked over at him but, concealed in her blindfold, she saw
nothing.
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