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Subject: Sins of the Flesh part 5 of 5 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SINS OF THE FLESH
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Chapter Five
They were in love with their bodies and how they felt in the
nude. Perhaps in the end they would have stripped for any man who could
give them this: a chance to be utter girls, cared for and nude and
admired. Allowed to show off and enjoy, perhaps for the first time in
their lives, the bold new feel of their developed bodies. Later they
might be teachers or attorneys or governesses but right now they wanted
to feel the heft of their newly grown bosoms and how they bounced when
they ran. They liked the sway of their hips atop their bare legs and
they wanted a dreamboat to watch all this, and he did.
Master sat with a riding crop over his knees. The girls didn’t
mind a little correction now and then. It meant he was paying
attention. Yet, so far, he had spared them, and as each hour of the day
passed the girls grew a little more anxious, deep down inside
themselves, for they knew the night would certainly be filled with their
screams.
At the moment they were preparing to have a footrace across the
lawn. Freshly bathed, with brunch in their tummies after Dennis’ awful
assault at dawn, they stood waiting while Barbara, pleasantly topless,
stood behind them binding their wrists to collars around their necks.
Elaine and Jackie would have to run this way, with their elbows pulled
up to the tops of their heads and their forearms bent back behind them.
Elaine felt the click of the D-ring behind her, on each side of her
neck, as first one, then the other of her leather-shackled wrists were
bound to her new leather dog collar. Jackie stood beside her, holding
her neck obediently, in anticipation of being bound. Jackie looked down
at her bosoms.
“Oh, how they stick up when I have my arms up like this!” she
said rather lamentingly. Then she couldn’t help but giggle. Dennis was
off cleaning the stables, doing his work, but she guessed he’d peek at
her from the loft when she started running. He would watch her breasts
bounce, just as Master would, and Barbara and Abigail and Eunice would
be watching too, though Eunice was busy collecting leaves that had
fallen overnight from the trees in the yard.
Master called to Eunice. “Eunice! Eunice, come here!” He had
just thought of an answer to an age-old question he’d always been
perplexed by, how to impel the girls forward when they winded him and he
couldn’t keep up with them. To ride a horse in the yard would be too
overwhelming; the yard was pleasantly large but not big enough for one
of his mares or stallions to prance around in amidst excited, running
girls. The horses could be led out through a gate at the back of his
property, for riding, but the path had houses along it as it wound off
into the hills and a pair of naked girls running along the path, one of
them not yet 16, would hardly keep him in good standing in the
community. Yet now he had a solution. Eunice dropped her bag of leaves
and came trudging over to where Master stood. She had big gloves on her
hands, big hairless but brawny arms. She had a coat tossed over her
black and white uniform that she wore. It was a uniform that seemed
part maid, part cleaning lady, for indeed, unlike Abigail, she was not
exclusively a maid, but did heavy labor too, being the oldest and least
attractive female on the estate, save for the cook, who was older and
less attractive still but only in charge of the kitchen.
Master looked up at his trusty maid. He paid her much better
than anyone else might have, and so she stayed with him. She was large
and stoic and seemed, in her rural German way, perplexed by the young
girls and why they kept popping up at the estate and letting ridiculous
things be done to their pretty young bodies. Yet they continued to
come. Some were runaways but others were models, like Elaine or Jackie,
others simply bored well-brought up rich girls looking for an
adventure. They found it here. They all left with some permanent
momento of their stay, apparently freely accepted. Those who came
without rings on their nipples were pierced, those who obedeintly came
with rings already left with more rings though their cunnies. Others
wished to have a tattoo, or a brand, and it was never put in anything
but the most intimate of places on their bodies. Girls did not get
their ankles tattooed here. Yet, worst of all, from the maid’s point of
view, was what the girls endured between their moment of arrival and the
last day before their departure. Master was a commited, if gentle,
sadist. He loved to mark their bodies and watch as they healed and then
mark them anew. Yet his gentleness gave them freedom, as Elaine and
Jackie now enjoyed. They were not kept in underground cells but given
free run of the place. They might have escaped, but always they stayed,
and suffered, and were loved and cossetted and thorougly spoiled.
Sometimes a girl, it was true, would take herself right to the brink,
and then at the last moment call off her final trial. The brand might
be ready, her bottomcheeks quartered, yet if she was still able to speak
she might, even then, break free of it all, simply by asking. But she
would have to ask in just the right way, using a code word she’d
chosen. And once the gag was in place, once she’d accepted it, there
could be no turning back.
Elaine’s code word was “Zanzibar.” Jackie hadn’t been able to
think of a code word so Master had chosen one for her. He’d been cruel
doing it: the word was “Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious.”
In addition to the girls who came and left with some mark on
them (the vast majority, seemingly accepting it as some kind of rite of
passage), and the occasional girl who managed to escape with nothing
(very rare, for Master hated that), there were the girls who teased:
who blurted out their code word and then refused to leave, preferring at
the last moment to extend their stay. Of course it was entirely against
the rules and Master hated having his chain pulled even worse than he
hated the girls who escaped him with no permanent mark of his ownership
on their bodies. Yet if the girl was sufficiently beautiful, or
talented, or simply so much a minx that she could somehow get away with
it, she would win. She would stay on, and be spoilt more, Eunice
laboring away to bring her all the treats she demanded, and Abigial, and
Beverly, and then when a new punishment was chosen, or the old one
resurrected, she would let herself be led right to the brink and then
utter her code word again.
Eunice heard Jackie laughing a high, childish laugh as her
hands were bound behind her to her neck. She looked across the field
and saw the nude young girl standing there, loving the attention. The
children like Jackie were the worst. Master insisted on marking them,
like the others, and yet at the same time he seemed to lament it. And
so a young thing like Jackie, if she were truly naive and yet truly
sexy, both at once, might toy with him for weeks, making everyone serve
her and yet not going through with the final ordeal at the end, the one
meant to mark here. Eunice looked at Jackie and then she looked at
Master. She guessed he’d found his match again: a disobeident girl
who’d shown up without rings in her nipples and who now he hated to
mark, yet who must be marked, lest she simply run away with all the
prizes and pay nothing. Fed, cared for, bathed, washed, allowed to
stuff herself with sweets and watch endless T.V., play in the pool or
sun herself in the yard, boss around the help and even to insult
Master. She looked like a waif standing there in the yard, a small
half-starved child you might find on the street in Paris at the turn of
the century, yet she had lovely big bosoms, and they shook with her
laughter. Her hips were filling out but they still bore the unnerving
slimness of a small child’s hips. Her bottom was high and round and
split like a newly sliced apple up the middle. A man might get stuck
inside such a small high-perched peach as that. It begged to be patted
and swatted and kissed. And supporting it were two long, beautiful
legs, still skinny like the legs of a foal, yet with enough roundness to
the thighs to give promise to the eye that the nest that lay betwixt
them was ready to fuck.
Barefoot, giggling, Jackie had her hands clipped to the back of
her neck. She would not be able to unclip them herself, nor would
Elaine. They were both quite prisoner now, and their breasts rose and
fell with their nervous breaths and with their anxious laughter.
“She is like Melinda,” Eunice warned Master. Melinda had taken
herself to the brink three times, escaped each time, then had her things
packed and left. She’d been so insolent as to give Master a goodbye
kiss, as if she were his daughter.
“I know,” Master answered. His voice had a faraway sound to it
and she knew this girl would best him too. She would tease and prance
and flirt and yes, he would paddle her, but she would escape in the
end. And then she would find a new Master, and he would be the one to
mark her. Not Ronald Tomkins. Eunice remembered how Melinda had
returned one day and, letting herself in, walking straight past Barbara,
she’d found Ronald in his study and she’d taken off her blouse, and
opened her bra. Another Master had pierced her nipples. She showed off
the rings to Ronald and teased him about it and then she put her bra
back on, and her blouse, and left. Of course it had been two years
later, she’d been older, she was no longer the little teenaged nymphette
whom she’d been, but a svelte older teen, on the verge of adulthood.
Yet it disgraced Ronald, in his opinion, that she should have given
herself to another. He nodded quietly. She dressed slowly in his
study, perhaps waiting for him to rise and strike her, but he was not
that kind of Master. He rarely struck his girls in anger, no matter how
angry he might be with them. Always it was for their benefit, not his,
that he struck them, in a kind of dance of love where the stakes had
been raised by both sides to test their limits. They were struck
formally, in the white-tiled washroom, or tied to a bed. They were
rarely struck gratuitously, simply to get something off the chest of
their Master.
It was strange, Eunice thought. These girls standing naked on
the lawn should be properly dressed and in school, or working summer
jobs, but instead they preferred being love slaves. Some men kept
loveslaves and did not pierce them, but they’d found their way to
Ronald, who did. He was perhaps a Medium master, not merely punishing
the girls for their behavior but wishing to mark them permanently also.
Other men went much farther. They were the Hard Masters.
Ronald sipped his drink and looked up at Eunice. “Bring Dennis
up from the barn,” he said. “I want him to run behind the girls and
swat their behinds for me. Tell him it is a chore I’m assigning him.
He is not to expect any sex from it. I’ll bring him a girl soon for
himself but in the meantime, I need these girls given some sort of
reason to race. The last two loveslaves I owned were too pokey. They
didn’t have enough spirit in their running. I want these two running
lickety-split. And I want them to care about reaching the finish line,
because only then will their bare bottoms be free of Dennis’ whip.”
Master looked at the two nude girls in his yard. They both had to go to
the bathroom. They stood briskly rubbing their thighs together.
Beverly opened their mouths. She made them take still more fluid into
their bodies. She poured in ripe red wine, fresh from the vinyards
Master kept out on the hillside where the horsepath ran. Master liked
seeing girls run with full bladders. It made them run faster. It had
been the only way he could get his two previous loveslaves to run. He’d
make them wait until they had to pee very badly and then he woulnd’t let
them go until they’d run completely around the yard and across the
finish line.
Eunice went and fetched Dennis from the barn. He came trotting
up across the lawn. Both Elaine and Jackie smiled at him and called out
to him as he passed them, running to Master. He grinned back. They
seemed to have forgiven him his rudeness of the morning.
“Here, sir! What do you want?” Dennis asked. He was wearing
just bib overalls, and Master suspected he was quite naked underneath.
He had bare feet and there was straw on his bare tanned shoulders and in
his hair and on his overalls.
“What have you been doing, rolling around in the hay with the
goats?” Master asked.
“No, just cleaning, moving, the usual stuff,” Dennis answered.
“Well, take off that barn-smelling pair of overalls you’ve got
on and take a quick rinse under the pool’s outdoor shower,” Master
replied. He turned to Abigail, who hovered on his arm, waiting with
another drink. “Get a whip from my bedroom,” he said. “The kind I use
on the pony when it refuses to run on the trail. I have a new one I
just bought, in my dresser. It is slick and well-polished. It should
be like liquid fire on Elaine and Jackie’s behinds. Yet it will not cut
them up. It is broader than most, perfect for tender young asses.”
Dennis grinned. Master grinned. Abigail shivered and put down
her tray and hurried into the house.
“You have nothing on underneath?” Master asked Dennis.
“Nah, I’m kinda, well, you know, I have hardons that come and
go,” Dennis confessed. He blushed. It was not the sort of thing males
commonly talked about.
“Well you may as well keep the overalls off, then,” Master
answered. “I see you’re already sporting something there between your
legs. I can hardly think chasing the girls around is going to diminish
it. But remember, as I told Eunice to tell you. This is strictly
business for you. The girls are not to be fucked unless I give
permission, and at the present moment I’m not of a mind to.” He
paused. He lifted his drink but didn’t sip it out of respect for
Dennis, a fellow male, perhaps a male who would one day be a Master like
himself. “And if I do order you to fuck them,” he said to Dennis, “it
is again a chore, to be executed like the hay in the barn, not a
pleasure for you to enjoy.”
“Cool. I can handle that,” Dennis said. Without further ado
he stripped right there in front of Master. The girls looked at him
from afar, watching as his bare ass came into view, with a trace of hair
in its young crack, and his bare hairy legs and his smooth muscled
back. Dennis tossed back his shoulder-length blonde hair and his cock
presented itself to Master. It was fully erect, despite the morning’s
fucking. His balls hung tightly between his legs.
“If you don’t mind... get that thing out of my face,” Master
said to the boy. He waved him away.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry!” Dennis replied. He turned, taking his
penis with him. Master sipped his drink. He watched the boy walk over
to the pool and he looked at the girls, and saw how their bright eyes
followed the boy. Both girls wiggled their knees and rubbed their
thighs together in need of a bathroom. Yet Master knew they needed
more, seeing Dennis with his proud young penis so vividly displayed.
Dennis turned on the shower. He stood under it and let the
water wash him down. Abigail brought the whip and gave it to Master and
walked out to Dennis and gave him a bar of soap. The boy looked at it
disdainfully. But she urged him to take it. Then she stood with her
hands on her hips, supervising him, as he washed himself, right down to
his toes and including his cock and balls. She might have done it for
him, but she knew he might spill in her hands. Instinctively she knew
he’d look best running after the girls with a stiff cock, and she didn’t
want to spoil such a wonderful sight as that!
When Dennis was washed and rinsed he turned and aimed his penis
at the shower’s drain. With a glance back over his shoulder at Elaine
and Jackie, who had to pee now quite badly, he relieved himself in the
shower drain.
“Ahhh, that felt good!” he called lustily to the girls. They
frowned and pouted and begged Beverly, who was standing with them, for
permission to do the same. She denied it.
“Never mind towelling him off,” Master said to Abigail, who had
turned to run into the house and fetch a towel for the boy. “Bring him
over here. Dennis! Come and get the whip!” Dennis jogged over to
Master. His prong wobbled obscenely in front of him and his balls swung
in their tight little sack like churchbells hoping to be let down and
rung.
“Here, take this. You’ve whipped the pony’s ass before,
haven’t you? You know how to use this?” Master asked.
“Who do you think’s been taking it running?” the boy answered.
“Don’t get smart with me and I’ll give you everything you
need,” Master answered.
“Right, sir,” Dennis replied. He took the whip from Master and
then, in a show of respect for him, he saluted him. He did this with
his penis standing stiffly up and wearing nothing at all, his hair still
wet from the shower, clasping the pony whip in his fist.
“Your service to the cause is appreciated,” Master answered.
He lifted his hand, Hitler-like, and acknowledged the boy’s salute
without saluting himself.
“Forward, march!” Abigail told Dennis. “They do both have to
pee quite badly. We made each of them drink lots of water, and not a
little wine too.”
“Sounds like fun,” Dennis answered. Bare assed, he loped
across the lawn to the girls. He was barefoot but, because the girls
were expected to run with high, uplifted steps, raising their knees like
show ponies, the girls were permitted to wear soft new sneakers. Master
had ordered them from a store downtown. The special gait required of
the girls served two purposes: not only would it make them look more
alluring, it would slow their pace, allowing Dennis to keep abreast of
their bottoms no matter how fast a runner either might prove to be.
“Girls,” Beverly said when Dennis had arrived behind them, whip
in hand. Both Elaine and Jackie looked askance at each other, and back
over their shoulders. “Girls!” Beverly said again. She slapped each of
them on their flat bellies. She hoped, listening, that neither had been
impregated by Dennis that morning. “Girls you are to run with a high,
perfect step like I’ve told you. Yes, Jackie, I know you have to go to
the bathroom. Quit whining about it and stand still. Now there will of
course be extra punishment for the girl who finishes second, given
tonight perhaps, or as soon as the race is over. And for each sloppy
step you make, not lifting your knees properly, Dennis will be there, to
crack you on your behinds. And I wouldn’t try cheating and running away
from him, Jackie,” Beverly said, eyeing the girl. “There are special
rooms in Master’s house for girls who do that. Rooms you’d rather not
see.”
Jackie bit her lip and looked down between her breasts at her
sneakered feet. “Yes, ma’am,” she said quietly. Helplessly she wiggled
her knees, though she’d tried to stand still. She had to go to the
bathroom extremely badly, and she needed something else besides. It was
sticking up at her from behind, growing strait out of Dennis. She
glanced back over her shoulder at it.
“Stop looking at me, bitch!” Dennis warned. He had a gleeful
look on his face.
“Ooooh, I can’t help it!” Jackie cried. “It scares me,” she
added, covering for herself, though she knew from the moisture between
her legs that it didn’t scare her perhaps as much as it should have.
Dennis stood behind the girls like a wet Poseidon waiting to
hurl his lance. In between his legs his large cock, looking very much
like a sausage one might buy in the store, stuck up from between his
legs. Jackie considered the big sausage-like thing behind her, in her
mind, not daring to look back at it, and mused that in the grocery, at
least, the grocer had the decency to hang the sausage so that it was
pointing down, instead of up at her face or (in this case) at her butt.
Besides his male organ (as if that weren’t enough), Dennis was armed
with the pony lash. It was thicker than most whips, and this scared
Jackie, who assumed the thin whips were better, though they were not,
for they sliced into the skin more deeply. Jackie glanced over at
Master and wondered how he could treat her so dreadfully. She was nude,
permitted just soft little sneakers, which were cute and had nice little
teddy bears on them but which needed, she thought, at least a pair of
panties to go with them. Especially with a whip and a dick poised
behind her to attack her. At least a pair of panties would have kept
her hiney hole covered. Even the teensiest pair, its crotch string
slicing between her pussy lips, would have nonetheless crossed over and
protected her hiney hole. But she was denied even that, so that her
poor bottom, her hole still sore from this morning’s fucking, had
nothing to rely on except the squeezing of her bare ass cheeks. Jackie
tensed her bottom and hoped Dennis found someplace other than her poor,
vulnerable hiney hole to stick his big thing.
In addition to being bare, Jackie had to pee. She didn’t just
have to go a little bit, she had to go quite terribly. She could feel
the pee in her bladder and it felt like it was going to burst. How
could she run with a full bladder? She might run to the toilet, but
they wanted her to go running around the lawn, through the flowers and
trees, for no other purpose than their own amusement, and with no potty
waiting at the finish line for her. Jackie brushed her thighs together
and wished she could at least run holding herself, with a hand between
her legs, pressed up against her pussy. But her hands were both lofted
up and back and fastened behind her neck. Her hair spilled down past
her eyes and over her pinned-up hands and down her back. The breeze
lifted it a little and then let it settle against her face again.
Jackie tossed her head and felt very much like a horsey, reined and
haltered and nude except for its horseshoes. She glanced nervously at
Elaine. She shared the same fate, her lovely blonde mane of hair
cascading over her shoulders and down her back, her hands drawn tightly
up and behind her neck.
“Girls, I expect you to make fine runners,” Beverly told Elaine
and Jackie. She stood topless before them, impeccably made up, as they
were, but with her hair pinned neatly up in a bun, to keep it from
interfering with her as she prepared the girls for their race. “You are
both to run with your head held high. You are to lift your knees, like
fine Arabian horses, and run with perfectly straight backs. Do not
fall. I do not wish either of you to be hurt. There is no purpose in
that, it would injure you. This is for your Master’s erotic
entertainment, nothing more.” She looked at both girls, their flat
bellies, their high-set, large breasts, too large really for girls who
were to make their living modelling. She gazed at their long legs and
their prettily shod feet in new shoes.
“I want to go home,” Jackie said. Beverly, who was topless
like she, but with big woman’s bosoms that hung sumptuoulsly on her
chest, while Jackie’s, though imponderably large, still perched high,
looked at her. The girl asked to go home, yet she did not say her code
word. She did not even say Elaine’s code word, which she might have
been able to remember, even if she could not remember the cruel long one
Master had given her.
“You want to use the potty,” Beverly said. She looked at the
girl’s fretful knees. “When you have finished the race, whether you
come in second or first, you will be allowed to use the potty. Right
away. With no waiting or hesitation.”
“Then let’s get GOING!” Jackie blurted. Beverly placed a soft,
warm hand on the girl’s tummy.
“Ah, my sweet. You love this, don’t you? Your Master watching
you, a randy young boy standing behind you dreaming of doing impossible
things to your body, your friend beside you to keep you company.”
Beverly laughed. “I know you love being the center of attention, my
dear, and you would trade almost anything to keep the limelight on you
always.” She kissed the girl. Jackie flinched but let the woman’s
mouth take hers, finally, the tongue intruding, Beverly bending her
backward as she kissed her. Between her legs Jackie insinuated a
finger. The girl’s thighs were tight-pressed but she managed it
somehow.
“DON’T!” Jackie shouted into the woman’s mouth. She wriggled
as she felt the woman’s finger find and touch her spot. It rubbed her
lightly. Jackie swooned.
Beverly stood up. Jackie blushed. She bowed her head and bit
her lip. She scissored her thighs together ever more quickly, wishing,
needing the finger there which Beverly now withdrew. Beverly stepped to
Elaine. The blonde stood quietly, uncomplainingly, wriggling a little
with her need to pee but otherwise saying nothing. She was the opposite
of Jackie. Quiet, reserved, like a high-born girl, above the fray and
the masses. Beverly kissed her lips and the girl received the kiss,
showing no emotion, save the tensing of her bottom and the shifting of
her knees as she continued to feel the weight of her pee in her
bladder. Beverly brushed a hand across the girl’s pubis, wedged her
finger between the thighs a little. (No matter how tight-pressed they
were a space remained at their apex.) A kiss, a sigh. Beverly
withdrew.
“What sort of prize do we get if we win?” Jackie asked.
Despite trembling with her need to pee, she nonetheless asked for a
prize. Beverly smiled. Zanzibar was nowhere near the girl’s mind.
Beverly turned, gazed at Master. It was a legitimate request,
she thought. Though they were loveslaves they might have a prize. She
called to Master. He listened, casually answered. Abigail was sitting
on his lap and her skirt was pulled up. Her panties ringed her knees.
They were not doing decent things together. Master called an answer.
He did not say it loudly for he seemed to be busy. His hips gave a
brief, upward push. Abigail bit her lip, gasped. The wind caught
Master’s voice and the sound did not quite reach Beverly’s ears.
“He says you get a flea collar,” Beverly smiled.
“A flea collar?!” Jackie yelled.
“Nevermind the prize. I have to pee,” Elaine scolded Jackie.
She seemed distressed at seeing her Master enjoying Abigail instead of
herself. She hoped perhaps to finish the race before Master did, to
join him in his chair and take him across the finish line herself.
Beverly took a small firing pistol from the waistband of her
dress. It had made her look rather like some Moll Flanders, the gun
stuck jauntily in her dress, pressing up against the side of her belly,
and now she checked it, turned it in her hands, and addressed the
girls. “You are both to start running when I fire the gun. Not before,
not after.” She glanced at Jackie. “And also be sure to pay attention,
so that you start running when the gun goes off. Don’t be glancing at
Master or thinking about Dennis and where he’s going to put that big
penis of his. Don’t be thinking about your bladders.” She lifted the
gun into the air. She cast a sideways glance at Master as a scream from
Abigail was heard. He put his hands on her hips and began bouncing her
up and down in his lap. “It is time,” Beverly smiled. She fired the
gun.
Both girls took off in a flash. They both had to pee quite
badly and they knew, even if they knew nothing else, that when the race
was done the winner, at least, would get to go inside and use the
potty. With flashing eager legs they dashed across the summer grass,
under the bright sunshine and the high, cirrus-like wisps of clouds that
abraded the sky. Their bare asses churned behind them, the smooth
satiny white cheeks working hard as their legs pumped. Their sneakers
left prints in the longish grass as they crossed it, following the
border of the yard. They had to dash out to the edge of Master’s
property and then follow the back yard all the way around. Dennis tore
after them. His big sausage-like cock bounced wildly out in front of
him. His balls dandled underneath, twin walnuts caught in a vulnerable
sack that hung freely under his crotch. All was displayed, all was
denuded and caution was thrown to the wind. A coach would have
admonished Dennis not to run around without a jock strap on, that the
severe jerking and bouncing of his nude cock and balls would cause them
injury. But he was too excited and too young to care. He chased the
girls with an evil grin on his face and was glad to be naked.
Elaine and Jackie ran like bunnies fleeing the hunter. Their
white tailed bottoms invited attack and Dennis struck at them with the
whip. Elaine howled, her composure broken. A red print appeared across
her bare ass and tears almost burst from her eyes. She bit her lip and
somehow held them back. Jackie hoped to outrun Dennis, but her knees
were not kept high like they should be and he gave her a thumping slash
across her heiney.
“Ooooh! Don’t DO that!” Jackie wailed. She wanted to reach
back and clutch at her bottom but her hands were tied up high behind her
neck and she could do nothing but run. Dennis gave her another swat.
Tears wet her face and she suddenly began peeing.
“What?!” Dennis proclaimed. He glanced back at Beverly and
pointed at the disobedient girl.
“I’m watering the grass!” Jackie yelped. Dennis gave her
another swat with the whip. She ran faster, the pee trailed out behind
her like an airliner releasing its waste into the upper atmosphere.
Through tulips and beds of lilies the girls ran, past vermilion
zinnias and through bushy goldenrod that brushed up against their legs.
They ran round a big oak tree, Dennis pausing to swat their bottoms as
they came round past him; then they ran on under the consoling branches
of a droopy willow tree and across a little wooden bridge that passed
over a decorative man-made brook. They zoomed past a bird bath,
forgetting completely to keep their feet high as Dennis kept striking
their bottoms. A red robin, its bath interrupted, took wing and fled to
the trees.
A the stream emptied into a reflecting pool. On other days the
girls might have laid in the long soft grass and admired their faces and
their bodies in it but now they ran past it lickety-split, their red
bottoms mirrored in its still water as they passed. They ran to a lilac
bush and then went around it, Dennis catching them on their bottoms
again as they made the required circumnavigation of it. Then it was on
to another tree, an evergreen, and they ran round its prickly branches,
catching their legs in the tips of its lowest branches as they circled
it, trying to avoid Dennis and his whip.
At last both girls, having made the complete circuit of the
yard, raced for the finish line. Their bosoms bounced like gourds in a
runaway cart as each strove to outpace the other. In the distance,
Abigail’s cries could be heard, as Master humped her from behind on his
lap.
Jackie sped ahead of Elaine. The blonde realized her friend’s
emptied bladder gave her an advantage. With a sudden brave resolve,
Elaine decided to pee. As she ran, a stream suddenly burst from between
her legs. Dennis was close behind and he yelled in dismay as he
suddenly found himself, once again, dashing through pee-wettened grass.
He flung the lash across Elaine’s ass. She shouted, the whip seemed to
serve as a spur. Suddenly, still peeing, she raced ahead of Jackie.
The brunette ran even faster, her legs pumping hard, but she couldn’t
catch Elaine and the blonde beat her over the finish line by a
half-second. Beverly’s body served as the start line as well as the
finish line and she smiled at both girls as they crossed in front of
her.
Elaine and Jackie panted. Their chests heaved. Their nipples
stood hard on their round bosoms. Their bottoms were a mass of red
marks on white flesh. Their hands remained caught up behind their
necks. They struggled to try to break their hands free of the backs of
their collars but it was no use, and they were forced to waggle their
punished bottoms in the cool air. Dennis grinned. He wished to hit
them some more but Beverly forbade it.
Master finished with Abigail. He set her down on her feet and
the girl straightened her dress and awkwardly pulled up her panties.
She brought a flask of wine to the girls. Elaine and then Jackie were
made to open their mouths to the nozzle of the flask. Each received a
cooling squirt of wine between their lips. Beverly asked for wine,
opened her mouth, Jackie gave her a draught. Dennis took the flask from
Abigail and put the nozzle to his lips and squeezed long squirts of the
liquor into his mouth. Then he turned what was left on Elaine and
Jackie. He sent them running across the yard, toward the house,
squirting red wine all over their bodies.
Master realized, with the wisdom of his age, that it was
counterproductive to his interests to let such a randy young lad as
Dennis get all worked up and then to deny him. He nodded at Dennis as
the girls reached the door of the house. Dennis smiled.
Elaine and Jackie ran upstairs to their bedroom. Both girls
jumped on their bed and quickly turned about to defend themselves. But
Elaine only presented claws, her sharp fingernails, and Dennis, seeing
them, only laughed. Jackie grabbed a teddy bear from the nightstand
beside the bed and she held it up in front of her, as if it might,
somehow, be transformed into a real bear and its smiling bear face,
gazing out at Dennis, would eat him. She gave a growl, hiding behind
the bear. Dennis wasn’t fooled and the bear remained pleasantly fuzzy.
All afternoon the screams of the girls could be heard through
the open window of their bedroom as Dennis balled them in every way
imaginable.
Elaine was not, however, fucked in her ass, and the next
evening, sitting on Master’s lap as he smoked his pipe and the fire
burned high in the fireplace, she confided to him, whispering in his
ear, that her bottom was still virgin.
Master’s face showed surprise. He leaned back a little,
regarded Elaine. Her long hair was pinned loosely up. Blonde strands
of it hung down past her ears and past the cheeks of her face. She was
nude. Her skin was soft and she had just bathed. Her bottom was white
again It was settled neatly into Master’s lap and she wriggled it a bit
as she told him of her virginity. Master wore a suit and tie. He liked
going to swing clubs and resurrecting the old rituals, the man as Master
of his house, the females in it as wives, or pets, or happy
girlfriends. He moved his legs apart a little and Jackie, leaning up
against his legs, was forced to adjust her posture. She was playing
idly with jacks on the hardwood floor at his feet. Her ball bounced
away from her. Beverly leaned forward in her chair, caught it as it
bounced past, tossed it back. Abigail served them wine, topless in her
maid’s uniform. Beverly was topless, wearing a knee-length skirt.
Jackie was nude like Beverly. Dennis knelt by the fire. He was
stabbing it vigorously with an iron poker. He liked seeing the sparks
fly up. He adjusted the logs in the fire to make them assume different
architectural poses. He was naked, his bare ass sticking out behind
him. He had a stiff erection between his thighs but he’d smoked pot all
afternoon in the barn, by himself, and was pleasantly docile and happy
despite his erection. Master was irritated, at first, when he
discovered that Dennis had been smoking. The boy had not brought pot
around on his workdays before and, worse, today was not a work day for
him, but he’d come anyway. God knows why he decided to spend all
afternoon getting high in the barn. Now he was naked in Master’s house,
delighting the girls with the sight of his cock. Master wasn’t sure
what to do with him.
The girls loved Master more than ever. He was becoming like a
father to them, it seemed, for he was extremely sensitive to their
needs, like a perfect lover would be, yet he provided for them at a
level few lovers could hope to match. Whatever they wished, he allowed
it, and they both now wore expensive jeweled collars around their necks
to show them he was willing to splurge on them even for high-ticket
items. At the same time that he indulged them, there was a frightening
side to him. He was tall and strong and he had, he admitted, perverse
tastes. But after being punished in the white-tiled room the girls had
felt exhilerated. And after running in the yard, peeing all over the
place, their punishment had been to suffer under the virile assult of
Dennis, a not entirely disagreeable outcome. So now Elaine whispered to
Master that her bottom was still virgin, and Jackie, playing at his
feet, waited for whatever might happen. They were carefree and they
both felt deliciously unfettered, despite wearing jewelled collars that
were locked around their necks that they could not remove.
“We must remedy this situation,” Master said to Elaine.
“I was hoping, well, that you’d think of something,” Elaine
said with a small, half-worried giggle. “I helped Jackie with hers but
I don’t want her helping me with mine. She’s too little. She wouldn’t
do it right.”
“Thanks a lot,” Jackie piped up from Master’s feet. But she
continued playing jacks, listening to them talk. Unknown to Master
Dennis had slipped her a joint and she’d gotten a buzz sitting in an
upstairs bathroom, by herself, taking a bath and smoking her joint
amidst the bubbles. Beverly had caught her but said nothing, left her
unpunished and had not told Master. Elaine had complained later that
the bathroom smelled like a strange weed but she’d never smoked pot,
despite all her other adventures, and she couldn’t place the smell.
She’d been scared straight by DARE in the fourth grade and she’d always
stayed away from drugs. Unfortunately her elementary school hadn’t
offered an anti-bondage program, and so she’d gotten herself into that,
and now sat waiting for Master to decide how to perversely relieve her
of her anal virginity.
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