SURRENDER
TAMMY 1
MINDY 34
NOLA 83
CARI 116
TONI 127
TAMMY
CHAPTER ONE
It would be safe to say that Tammy had gotten herself into this mess on her
own. She should have been smarter, should have been more careful. Then
again, perhaps her carelessness was just her subconscious desire to be
caught, thus assuring that she would get the kind of treatment she was now
certain to receive for the rest of her life. However, the psychological intricacies
of her ordeal were the last thing on Tammy's mind as she lay silently, perfectly
still, face down on the floor of her father's private office at his exclusive
country club.
She was sore from head to foot with the kind of wonderful fatigue that comes
from hours of intense pleasure and dozens of orgasms. Her soft white skin
was sticky with dried sweat and gobs of half dried cum. Tammy knew she was
a mess, and yet she smiled ever so slightly as she waited quietly for what was
to come next, with only the vaguest of thoughts as to what she had done to get
here.
She had always been daring, much more so than her two older brothers, who
were kept under control by her parents over bearing ways. Tammy was
different, defiant of any authority and constantly challenging the rules. Her
rebellious nature would never have been tolerated had she been a boy, but
from day one, she was Daddy's Little Princess, and thus got away with
whatever she did. Being a spoiled child had its advantages for Tammy. her
father had made a considerable fortune in the computer industry, so her life
was filled with expensive gifts, vacations and servants. Young Tammy loved it
all.
By the time Tammy was half way through her four years at a very expensive
private school, she had begun to blossom into quite a lovely young woman.
Slender build, with large full breasts and strong athletic legs, gave her a body
that had all the boys, (and some of the girls) drooling as she paraded around in
her school uniform.
She had also taken up modeling as a hobby, encouraged of course by her
father, who was ever so proud of his young beauty. Given her experimental
nature, it was no surprise that Tammy experimented sexually. However, unlike
most of her young friends, she did not find it disgusting and boorish, but rather
relished in the physical pleasure and more importantly, the power it seemed to
have over the boys in her classes, as well as her teachers. It was from her
encounters with these teachers that Tammy learned much about love making
and the value of secrecy when it came to sex.
In he father's mind, Tammy graduated from high school as the best and the
brightest in her class, as well as the most pristine, untouched girl in the world.
What he did not know however, was that his Little Princess counted over three
fourths of the boys in her graduating class among the sixty plus men she had
already fucked. Not to mention the dozen or so staff members, including the
silver haired principal who handed her her diploma with a sly knowing grin.
Sex in high school was easy enough to hide. Boys talked, but everyone knew
they exaggerated. Even if the rumors about her happened to be true, Tammy
could easily dismiss them. And the teachers? Who were they going to tell?
Most of them were married, with careers at stake. None of them would dare
risk that plus jail time just to tell her father what a slut she was becoming.
Had she been truly smart, Tammy would have continued to chose men with
more to lose than she had. However, once in college, the lure of sex was too
great. her grades had forced her to attend a local state college. Not even her
father's money could fix that. He was embarrassed by it, but Tammy loved the
new freedom it gave her. She was thrilled to be surrounded by so many new
and exciting men and women.
It did not take long for her to discover all of the secluded spots on campus
where she could slip away for some between class fucking. Now that she was
eighteen and in college, her parents even relaxed the no parties rule and
allowed her to attend a few frat parties.
They still would not allow her to 'date' anyone without their approval, (which
gave her a long list of dull rich boys who just did not measure up to Tammy's
standards) She was able to have plenty of fun just by going to the weekly frat
parties. Never before had Tammy had such easy access to multiple
partners.
Once in high school, on a dare, she had done a gang bang with all 12 players
on the basketball team, but the eight frats on campus, gave Tammy as much
as she could handle. Soon, she was gang banging every weekend.
She still modeled a bit, just for fun, and it was through her association with a
photographer that Tammy's demise was assured. Cal had photographed her
many times, building a nice portfolio for her of fashion and bikini photos.
One day, Cal asked Tammy, who by now sported a lovely set of 36b breasts, if
she would consider doing some topless modeling for his private collection.
Turned on by the idea, Tammy agreed. Soon, she was posing nude for a
small group of Cal's photographer friends. She found it very arousing to be the
center of their attention, as if they were fucking her with their cameras.
Finally, one of the other photographers offered her five hundred dollars to do a
video for a private collector. Well, Christmas was approaching and she did
have her eye on a rather expensive watch for dear old daddy. All she had to
do was fuck a gorgeous male model that the photographer provided for her.
Tammy's indecision over this lasted about three seconds before she agreed.
To her delight, the model was as gorgeous a man as the photographer had
described, Tall and deeply black, with the body of a god and a sexy smile.
Now Tammy had fucked black men before and loved it. As an added thrill,
she knew how much her father hated blacks and other minorities.
Tammy had never shared these feelings, in fact they were the one thing she
hated about her father. He could be such a bigot. Tammy was surprised at
how quickly she warmed up to the idea of the camera. This beautiful man's
huge prick help she to that. Before long, she was screaming and creaming on
that huge black rod like a true slut.
For the climax of the video, Tammy jerked the black man off onto her angelic
face, and was surprised at the naughty thought which raced through her mind
as his semen splashed on her. "Daddy would die if could see me now." It was
the best money she had ever made.
Little did she know, the private collector who the video was for was none other
than David Lee, a man her father's age, who had long ago been cheated out of
a fortune by Tammy's father. The man had almost been ruined, and naturally
always looked upon Tammy's family as an enemy. He had seen her around,
she had grown up quite beautiful. His daughter went to school with Tammy.
Unlike Tammy, David's daughter was not pretty and popular, in fact, more than
once his little girl had come home crying because of something that bitch had
done or said. Even around the club, Tammy strutted around making enemies,
treating all the staff their as if they were shit on her shoes.
David's hatred for her father was equal to his loathing of his perfect daughter.
Imagine his surprise when he sat at his desk, popped in the new tape he had
ordered from that sleaze ball videographer and saw that the young slut deep
throating a ten inch black cock was none other than the daughter of his most
hated enemy. Oh revenge would be sweet.
"Got to make a few phone calls" He thought to himself. But first he whipped
out his cock and began to stoke it furiously as he watched rich little Tammy
fuck like a cheap whore.
CHAPTER TWO
Tammy kept herself busy over the Christmas holidays by going to lots of
parties. It seemed like each fraternity held their festivities on different nights,
so she got fucked almost nightly for two weeks. Still, she wanted and need
more. As she and her family sat at their usual table a the country club on
December 29, Tammy allowed her mind to wander. She had been somewhat
careful not to set any of these people know what a slut she was. She knew
that most of them hated her. Resented her father's money and power, and
most of all, were jealous of her beauty. "If they only knew...." She thought.
Tammy was somewhat surprised when David Lee, a man her father had
almost destroyed in a business deal, came over to their table with his stupid
cow of a daughter. She had gone to school with Tammy, but they had not
been friends. Wendy Lee had gotten into Vasser, the stupid cow. Mr. Lee
shook her father's hand, which was odd in itself. "Just wanted to wish all of
you a very happy holiday." He said before leaving. Wendy shot Tammy a dirty
look as she left. Who does that bitch think she is? She thought.
Half way through dinner, Tammy excused herself to go to the ladies room.
Really, she needed to call her friends and the Delta Chi house to see if they
were still going to have their big New Year's Eve Party.
On her way back from the phone, Tammy ran into Mr. Lee, she tried to pass
him, but he stopped her. "Tammy" he whispered. "I wanted to get you alone
so I could talk to you."
"I'll bet " she thought. "What do you want?" She asked.
"Well, tomorrow afternoon, we are throwing a big surprise party for your father.
He has just been voted San Marcos father of the year by the newspaper."
"So what does that have to do with me?" She asked.
"The paper would like for you to be there, since your brothers couldn't make it
home for Christmas. Do you think you can be here at noon?" He asked.
"The club is closed tomorrow." She replied. "How are you going to get my
father here?"
"That's all been taken care of. We just need to make sure that one of his kids
is here. And keep it a secret, your mother and father must be surprised."
"OK, I'll try" Tammy said, although she knew she would be here. It was about
time those jealous pricks gave her daddy some respect.
Tammy returned to her table and Mr. Lee left. He had lots of planning to do.
Neither of them had seen that Wendy, not far away, had heard their
conversation.
CHAPTER THREE
When Tammy arrived at the country club the following day, she was dressed
to impress. Her daddy had always been proud of how beautiful she was, and
for this special occasion, she was going to make sure she looked her best.
After all, her two lazy brothers hadn't even bothered to come home for
Christmas, the pricks. Even though the club was closed down that day, it was
fully staffed, apparently for the big surprise event.
As she walked up to the door, Tammy could feel the eyes of the Mexican
grounds crew as they sweltered in the afternoon sun.
They watched her five foot seven inch frame strut by dressed in thin white
long sleeved blouse, mid length white skirt and a nice pair of four inch heels.
Her 36-24-36 frame was a sight to behold for the tired workers who couldn't
help but stare at her despite their loathing for the rude bitch who seemed to
think that they couldn't understand her constant insults, besides, her father
was that big jack ass who called them all stupid wetbacks.
Tammy was a bit disappointed to have to spend an entire Sunday here when
she had planned to go with her friends to the beach, but she had to keep up
appearances. Inside, she was a bit surprised to find very few of the normal
kitchen staff buzzing about. "They should keep these people out of sight so
they don't ruin daddy's press coverage." She thought, walking past them
towards the meeting hall where Mr. Lee had instructed her to wait. She was
not surprised to see that he was not here yet.
"Always late" she mumbled "Just like the Jemaco deal when my father took
that contract from you and cost you all that money." Tammy smiled, her
father's ruthless business practices were something she greatly admired in
him. He wasn't afraid to go out and get what he wanted, by force if necessary.
But where was everyone? The ceremony should be starting soon.
She sat and waited a few minutes before Mr. Lee entered the room. "It's about
time" Tammy said. "Where is everyone?"
"Sorry to keep you waiting, but we have a few things to discuss before your
father gets here." He replied, wheeling in a cart with a TV and VCR on it.
Tammy had a feeling that Mr. Lee was going to make a come on, at some
point all men did. And as much as the her pussy needed to be fucked, there
was no way an old loser like Mr. Lee was going to get anywhere with her. She
stood up and headed for the door defiantly. "I don't have time for this sort of
shit."
"I can see we won't be doing this the easy way." He said stepping in front of
the door.
"Get the fuck out of my way, before I tell my father. You know what he'll do to,
he'll ruin you."
"Shut up and sit down you little bitch!" He bellowed firmly. "This won't take a
minute." He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into a chair.
Tammy was too shocked by him to even move. "How dare he lay a hand on
me." She thought.
"OK, let's get right to the point Tammy. I've never liked you much. You're a
spoiled stupid little bitch who thinks her shit is candy and in Princess of the
world. Well, my dear, those days are over as of today. Starting now, you are
going to be treated like the little gutter whore you are."
Tammy had never in her life been talked to like this. What did he think he was
doing. One word of this to her father and Mr. Lee would be wiped out. He'd be
on a offramp begging for change and his cow wife and daughter would be her
personal maid for this outrage.
"That's right my dear, I know your dirty little secret. I always knew you were a
slut, I just thought you might be smart enough to keep everyone from finding
out. A girl in your position should be more discreet." The words were striking
close to home now and for the first time, fear hit Tammy. Could he possibly
know? She didn't think so, he was bluffing.
"Whatever it is you think you're talking about Mr. Lee, I suggest you stop right
there. One more word from you and I'll be having this discussion with my
father."
"Oh, that is the plan dear. See, I have invited your father down here. To
watch a very special movie. Here I'll show you." Mr. Lee turned on the TV and
hit the play button on the VCR. After a few agonizing seconds, the picture
came clear. Then the agonizing realization hit her. There on the TV, Tammy
saw own face with a huge black cock slapping against it as she sucked on a
faceless man's prick. "The video." she whispered, too horrified to move.
"That's right. I am your private collector. You can only imagine my surprise
when I realized who the how new model of the month was. I just wonder what
dear old dad with think of his sweet Princess when he sees this. He'll
especially like the part where she gets her cheeks busted by this huge nigger's
prick won't he Tammy?"
His obvious enjoyment gave Tammy something to fight against. He wanted to
think he had one, but she was smarter and more ruthless than he imagined.
"Oh yes, I'm sure he will. And I am sure your board of directors, the church
council, your wife and stupid cunt daughter will love to know how daddy orders
special shot tapes of blacks raping poor white girls." She countered.
"Raped?" He laughed. "I have paid twenty dollar whores who didn't beg to be
fucked this badly dear."
"Of course, that's because you were there with a gun, forcing me to do it. I
think the police will love to hear all about that. Should get you put away for a
good long time ass hole."
Tammy was fighting back well, as he knew she would. This is why he had
waited a few weeks before moving in, he had to have a back up plan in case
she didn't crack easily.
"So," she continued "What do you say you give me that tape and we can forget
this ever happened, that is until I need some extra spending money. I think
you should be more than happy to toss some cash my way in exchange for
me not ruining you life."
Mr. Lee sat laughing for a long moment. "I'll give you credit slut, you don't go
down without a fight. All right, you got me, I'll give in, but how about we see
what else in on the tape. Then I'll give it to you."
Tammy's smile of victory was short lived as his last statement confused her a
bit. Mr. Lee fast forwarded the tape for a minute, then hit play again. This time
the image was less clear, rather dark and shaky, but it didn't take long to see
that it was Tammy again. Someone was shooting a video through the window
of the fraternity house. An uncontrolled squeak left Tammy's mouth as she
watched herself on the screen. Naked, on her hands and knees, a cock in her
pussy, another in her ass and a line of college guys waiting to cum all over her
face. She remembered that night vividly. They had all fucked her so good.
"And in case you're wondering, there is more." He said triumphantly. "I've had
people following you for a few weeks now. I have enough tape here to more
than convince anyone who see this that you are in fact a cheap worthless slut.
Even dear old dad. You know, this could just about kill the old
bastard.....unless of course, you can convince me not to show him."
Tammy had to fight back tears as the ramifications of the video sunk in. He
was enjoying this moment, but he had a lot to lose as well. Her father could
still ruin him if he showed anyone the tape. But what would daddy do to her?
Years of being a Princess had left her with few survival skills and even fewer
friends. Tammy stood and took a step toward the door. "Do what you want,
No one will believe you anyway." She said feebly.
Mr. Lee could tell by the tone of defeat in her voice that he would never
actually have to show the video to her father, (a thought which actually did
scare him. Who knows what the mean old son of a bitch might do to him. He
breathed a secret sigh of relief as Tammy's step was visibly uninspired. She
wasn't going anywhere. "Sit you ass down whore" He snapped. "Why don't
you just wait here and we'll show daddy together and see what he says."
Tammy stopped, tears now rolled down her cheeks as she sat back down.
There was no way out of this one. She did not want to beg him, but she could
not let him show that tape to anyone. It would kill her father and destroy the
entire family. Sniffling she asked the question he had so much wanted to
hear. "What do you want in exchange for the tape."
Leaning on the table inches for the seated nineteen year old blonde, Mr. Lee
felt his cock surge with energy. He was 46 years old and hadn't had a pussy
this young and well bred in years. He wanted to enjoy this. What's more, he
could do whatever he wanted to her. It was like paying a whore, except no
whore he'd ever met had been so beautiful, perfect. And more importantly, no
whore was the daughter of the man who had stolen his ideas and his fortune.
For all the years Tammy's father had taken food from the mouths of his family,
he was going to take it out tenfold on his precious little Princess. His mind
reeled with all the wicked tortures he had in mind for little Tammy. It was all he
could do to keep from cumming in his pants right then
and there.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wendy was suspicious of her father's talk with Tammy. She knew there was
no such award going to Tammy's dad. The whole town hated and feared the
bastard. Almost as much as she hated Tammy Douglas, the bitch who had
made her high school years a dateless Hell. She and her friends were
constantly tormenting her for her shy bookish nature, and her somewhat
overweight frame.
Wendy Lee was by no means fat, but she was a far cry from that 'model' bitch
Tammy Dougals. That plus the ostracization from the popular crowd had
made Wendy's high school years dateless and lonely.
She was reduced to having to take her pimply faced younger cousin Harold, all
of fourteen at the time, to her senior prom.
While Wendy heard all the stories of Tammy's sexual exploits, (They couldn't
have been true, no one was that big a slut) Wendy had to be satisfied with her
fingers and various toys to satisfy her plump pussy. Each and every time her
chubby fingers made he pussy cum, Wendy swore to one day get revenge on
Wendy and girls like her.
Away at college, Wendy Lee found life no better, shy, unattractive and new at
an all girls school did not bode well for one's sex life, unless of course, one like
girls. Wendy found more and more, that didn't dislike that idea, but as of yet,
she had not sampled a woman's pussy. She did find her revenge fantasies
about Tammy growing increasingly more sexual. She was in the middle of one
of these fantasies in the shower when she heard her father's car pull out of the
driveway for his 'meeting' with Tammy.
Wendy had three fingers pumping in and out of her open pussy as she held
the showerhead down between her legs. The warm jets of water, pulsating on
her swollen clit, driving her crazy, making her entire body tense up, almost
there. Her mind raced with images of revenge against Tammy. In her mind,
she had Tammy tied on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. A
black leather blindfold hid her fate from Tammy.
A line of homeless men and women, unshowered, unclean and mostly old and
diseased were standing in front of lovely Tammy waiting their turn to use her
mouth as a cum depository. The cum of a dozen homeless bums dripped out
of Tammy's rich pristine mouth as she struggled to get away.
Behind her, Wendy knelt, driving a huge black strap on dildo up her precious
ass hole. Wendy had both hands full of that perfect long blonde hair, which
had always made her jealous (her own thin mousy blonde hair was always cut
short to hid its lack of body) Wendy could feel the orgasms flowing through
her body as the water and the depraved revenge images sent her over the top.
Had anyone been in the house, they would have heard the girl screaming out
in anger and ecstasy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Back at the club, David stood over a now weeping Tammy, stroking her
beautiful blonde hair. "Maybe" he thought, "I'll make her shave it all off.
Won't look so fucking pretty bald will she?"
"Please" Tammy sobbed. "Don't show my father the video. I'll never treat you
that way again. I'll even give you all the money I can get my hands on, and I
will never do this sort of thing again. From now on I'll be a good girl I swear."
David grabbed Tammy by the hair, forcing her to look up at him. "Oh you won't
ever treat anyone this way again, that's for sure. I'll see to that, from now on
you are going to be very nice to everyone. And as for your money dear, there
is not enough money in the entire world to stop me from having you do my
bidding." He pointed to the TV screen and made her watch herself in action.
"As for you not doing that again...I beg to differ. You'll be doing it even more,
only now it will be when and with whom I order you to do it, not to satisfy your
slut pussy."
Through teary eyes, Tammy could see Mr. Lee laughing as on screen she
bounced wildly on some frat boy's fat cock. She truly looked like a dick
starved whore. "why wasn't I more careful?" she thought to herself again.
"I won't be your slave." she whimpered, trying her best to sound defiant and
strong. "No matter what you say or do."
"Oh i believe you will. One look at this tape and dear old dad will kick his little
slut right out into he streets. How long do you think you'll last then dear?"
David Lee was in Heaven, it was too much. He knew he had to do something
to her quickly or he would explode. Moving closer to her, David said. "Take
out my cock."
Tammy turned her head away. "No. I won't do it, I'm not like that."
"Come now dear, from the looks of this tape, you are a regular cum drinking
whore. You love it. Now, you just better get to work, and pray you are as good
as you look. Come on sweetie, take out my cock."
Tammy turned her face upwards towards him. It had been a long time since
anyone had needed to ask her to do that. She was rather accustomed to
taking the initiative. Still, this was not someone she particularly wanted to be
with. "If I do, will you promise not to show the tape to my daddy?" She
pleaded.
David just laughed. "Oh my dear, sweet Tammy, this is only the beginning. I
can't promise you this is all you have to do, but I will make you this promise. If
you don't suck my cock right now, I will show your this tape to your daddy and
to the entire fucking club."
A look of horror struck Tammy's face. "Oh please no mister Lee, don't do that."
she moaned.
"Then suck me." He barked. Tammy's trembling fingers unzipped David's
trousers. They fell to his feet as she pulled his boxer shorts down over his
hips. His stiff prick popped up, smacking Tammy under her chin. She jumped
back a bit surprised. David snorted, "Don't worry sweetie, it won't bite you."
Tammy was embarrassed by her own reaction. She had sucked over two
hundred fifty cocks in her young life, but this was somehow frightening. This
man knew her secrets and could use that knowledge to hurt her and destroy
her father. She had no choice but to do as this man said and hope his
imagination was not as wicked as his grin.
David Lee had a rather short cock, even throbbing as it was now, it was barely
five inches long. However, it was exceptionally thick, measuring a full three
and three quarters an inch across. In all his years with his wife, David had
never gotten her used to it's thickness. Oh he had plans for this spoiled young
bitch. She was going to do things to his thick prick that only whores had done
in for him in the past. Even better, she was going to do it for free, and beg him
for more.
Tammy was a bit surprised by the girth of Mr. Lee's member. It wasn't very
long, but it was so big around. A horrifying vision struck her as she thought of
this fist like cock invading her tight body. "I had better suck him really good."
She thought to herself shuddering.
"Do you like my cock, whore?" David snapped as Tammy wrapped her
delicate young fingers around the thick shaft. It was too big to even fit in her
hand.
Keeping her head down, Tammy whined. "Stop calling me that."
"You are right dear," David taunted. "Whore's get paid. You're doing this for
free, so I guess you're just a slut. But don't worry, once I start pimping you out
around town, then you'll be a proper whore."
Tammy knew that he was trying to humiliate her with his harsh words and
fought the urge to cry again as she stroked his dick. "Besides, " she thought
"This won't take long." Judging from the pre-cum that dribbled fro the big
purple head of his cock, Mr. Lee would be a very fast shooter.
"Go on" he said, seeing her staring at the pre-cum. "Give it a lick slut girl. You
should get used to the taste of my cum. You'll be enjoying it for a quite some
time."
Tammy tried to ignore his cruel words and concentrate on getting this over
with. She snaked out her tongue to sample the clear fuck fluid that ran from
Mr. Lee's prick. The salty taste was very familiar. Tammy loved the taste of
man spunk and no amount of anger or humiliation could change the fact that
giving head turned her on. To her utter horror and shame, Tammy felt her
nipples go hard beneath her blouse and felt her pussy begin to drip.
"Oh God," she thought. "What kind of slut have I become?"
She closed her lips around the huge head of Mr. Lee's cock. It stuffed her
mouth full of cock meat. Getting this beer can of a cock into her mouth was
going to be a challenge. Tammy had learned to deep throat expertly, and
could easily handle at least twelve inches down her throat, (A feat she had
accomplished many times) but this one was so wide.
Her soft tongue swirled around the bulbous head of his dick, wetting it with her
spit. Looking down at her, David though she was even more beautiful like this,
her soft full lips stretched tightly around his fat cock. He couldn't wait to throat
fuck her. His wife had never been able to do it, and none of the whore's he
had paid to do it were one tenth as beautiful as the lovely Tammy Douglas.
She started to suck hard on the head of his prick, trying to avoid having him
shove it in her mouth. She felt that with some good lip and tongue action, he
would shoot before face fucking her. That might just suffocate her. "After all"
she though arrogantly, "with that old cow of a wife he has, this is no doubt the
best head the old guy has had in years. He should be grateful."
Grateful he was not however. What David was feeling was pure ecstasy. Not
only was this the best head he had in years, but it was a pure slap in the face
to Tammy and her bastard of a father. Tammy had been the belle of the ball
all her life, the untouchable virgin Princess of her father's corrupt Kingdom and
now he was about to force his thick cock down her throat until she gagged.
Oh how he wished he were getting this on videotape.
Tammy flinched as David stroked her cheek. She seemed to know what was
coming next and definitely did not want him to grab her head and start
thrusting. She puled back off his cock, which made an audible pop as it left
her lips.
"Now, now dear, why so jumpy?" David mocked. I'm just admiring your skin,
you know your father always brags about how little Princess has the most
perfect skin when he shows us your stupid modeling pictures. Must be from all
that cum the boys rub on your face." David laughed aloud as he pulled Tammy
to her feet.
"Oh God," she though, "what is he going to do to me?"
"Sit on the table, "David ordered, shoving her back, her ass hitting the edge of
the giant meeting table roughly. Before she could utter a word of protest,
David spun her around facing away from him and pushed her down onto her
back. A few seconds worth of positioning, had the young bitch lying on her
back with her face hanging over the table. She knew what this position was
best for.
"No" she squealed. "Don't shove that thing down my throat, it's too wide."
Tears streamed from Tammy's face.
"Shut up" David barked. "I told you to do as I say or daddy sees everything."
He slapped her across the face with his prick. "Now open wide, slut, time for
me to open that throat of yours."
Just then, the door to the conference room opened. Both of them looked
towards the door. Miguel, one of the waiters from the dining hall popped his
head in. "I'm saved" thought Tammy.
"What do you want Miguel?" barked David.
Tammy seized the moment "Help me Miguel, he's raping me, call the police.
Help!" She screamed to the man.
Miguel, who had been screamed at many times by young Tammy, smiled at
her. In broken English he replied. "Sorry I no speaka the English." They all
knew it was a lie, and Miguel and David burst into laugher.
"What is going on?" though Tammy in horror. "Why won't he help me?"
"Sorry sir." Miguel said to David. "Would you or the young lady like anything
to drink?" Now his English was perfect, with only a hint of an accent.
"He's in on it too." Realized Tammy, and her heart sank.
"I'd love a brandy Miguel." Replied David, "however, I do believe, Miss
Douglas here will have plenty to drink soon enough." Both men laughed
again.
"Very good sir." Miguel said, taking a glance at the TV screen before exiting.
"Nice video," he mocked. "I've seen it three times already." He left them
alone.
"Now, where were we?" Teased David. "Oh yes, I was about to fuck your
precious face. Open wide slut."
Fear and helplessness overwhelmed Tammy, what did he have planned for
her? How many people were in on it? Who had he shown the video to
already? Sobbing again, Tammy opened her mouth and waited for the thick
shaft to invade her mouth.
David did not make her wait long for it, grabbing her by the side of her head,
he thrust the length of his cock into her mouth in one stroke. Most of his rather
short cock filled her mouth, but when it did hit the back of her throat, Tammy
felt the thick cock force her throat open. Tammy's gag reflex kicked in, trying to
expel the intrusion, but David held her face tightly in his hands, forcing her to
keep his cock buried in her throat. Gagging and in some pain as her throat
struggled to loosen up, Tammy squirmed on the table.
"Hold still." David shouted. He wanted to stretch her throat out, and needed
her to stop moving to keep from shooting off right down her throat. That just
wouldn't do, oh no, he had other plans.
Desperately breathing through her nose, Tammy felt her throat begin to give in
to the violating cock. Her jaw was stretched to its max by the width of his
cock, but she took it. A brief sense of depraved pride rushed over her as she
thought of her accomplished mouth and her cockscuking talents. Again she
was ashamed to feel her pussy juices flowing.
Having recovered from his near orgasm, David regained his composure and
began his onslaught once again. Reaching down, he ripped open Tammy's
thin white blouse, sending buttons flying across the large black table. Tammy
moaned weakly around David's prick. "Quiet pet." He cooed, "I just want you
to be good and comfortable." He tore open the front clasp on her bra, baring
her breasts.
They were so firm, with tiny pink nipples that were swollen and throbbing. "Oh,
my little slut is turned on by being forced to throat fuck eh?" David's mocking
voice brought tears once again to Tammy's eyes. To her shame, he was right,
her body was responding to the pleasure she always felt with a cock in her
mouth. Never mind, that he was forcing her, her pussy didn't know any better.
David took each of her nipples between his rough fingers. "Now slut," he
chanted. "I'm going to fuck your throat good and hard. You take it like a good
slut or I'll tear into your nipples like you've never had done." To emphasize his
point, David gave her nips a very hard squeeze, causing her to let out a
muffled scream.
The pain shot from her tits down to her pussy and made her even wetter. As
David began to pump in and out of her mouth, he caressed her huge breasts
roughly, kneading them like huge wads of dough. Now opened up, Tammy's
throat graciously accepted his prick, but her breath still came in short snorts
through her nose. If David had plugged her nose, she would have suffocated.
His fast rhythm soon had Tammy lulled into a semi trace. No longer painful,
his cock just filled her mouth in a rather pleasant manner. She let herself go a
bit and began to enjoy herself a bit. That was a big mistake. As she writhed
around on the table, Tammy's skirt rode up around her waist. Now David had
a clear view of her modes white panties. The damp spot in the center was
unmistakable. It was clear that Tammy was getting hot by being forced to
suck his cock. That nearly made him shoot his load right then.
"So, " he mocked. "My slut gets wet sucking cock?"
Tammy shook her head around his cock, trying to hide her arousal, but it was
no use. David pinched her nipples hard again, sending pain throughout
Tammy's body. "Yes you are slut! Now I want you to play with your precious
pussy while I fuck your face. I want Daddy's little Princess to fuck herself while
she gets raped and degraded like she knows she deserves."
His words stung her badly, making her feel more ashamed than she had ever
felt in her life. How could he be doing this to her? How could she be liking it
so much? No matter, though, she knew she had best do what he said. All she
had to do was finger her pussy and fake an orgasm when he wanted her to,
play the role of the filthy slut he wanted her to be. Reaching down with her left
hand, Tammy pulled her panties away from he pussy, "God," she thought. "I'm
soaked." With her other hand, she rubbed a finger along her slit, again
amazed by the amount of fluid she was spewing. Her pussy felt as if it had
been fucked by a dozen men and was oozing their sperm.
"Don't play with it gently like a Sunday school teacher!" David yelled. "Fuck
your cunt like the slut you are!" David had picked up his pace and was really
pounding in and out of her mouth now. his heavy balls slapped against her
eyes. "Won't be long now." They both thought together.
Tammy followed orders, jamming three fingers in and out of herself, matching
David's rhythm. With her other hand still holding her panties, she used that
thumb to rub her swollen clitoris. "What a show I'm giving him." She thought
to herself, still trying to convince herself that she was not really about to cum.
Soon however, her body began to betray her. Loud moaning escaped around
David's cock and Tammy's stomach began to spasm.
Seeing that his captive slut was going to orgasm soon, David let lose a stream
of degrading talk designed to forever ingrain verbal humiliation into her brain
as a cause of sexual climax. From this day forward, Tammy would cum
whenever anyone called her filthy names.
"That's it" he bellowed. "Little slut can't get enough cock down her throat.
Work those fingers in you rich little cunt, just dreaming of gang fucking dozens
of men, drinking gallons of cum. Fuck that sloppy nigger fucked cunt for me,
you are nothing but my cum toilet now, and you love it don't you. It makes you
cum just thinking about me spraying your pretty little model's face with dirty
sperm. Think you'll make a good model after I have the staff all cum on that
rich bitch face."
As David screamed insults at her, Tammy felt her mind begin to reel, the first
waves of multiple climax began to hit her body. From the corner of her eye,
she could see Miguel standing a few feet away, watching her, smiling at her.
"This is it." She thought, "I can't stop. Oh daddy, I'm sorry."
Tammy's body thrust up off the table, just as David pulled his cock from her
throat and jerked it off. The pain it caused upon withdrawal added to her
screams of pleasure which now escaped from the young blonde's mouth. All
over the county club grounds her cries of lust could be heard. A smile could
be found on the faces of all the workers who heard that bitch Tammy Douglas
cry out..
David's verbal abuse did not stop as his cock exploded onto Tammy's face,
but she could not make any of it out. Her head was exploding with passion
along with her pussy which was still spasming, well into its third orgasm and
showing no signs of slowing down.
She had three fingers from each hand inside of herself now, dying to coax out
all the climaxes she had in her. She could feel David begin to spray her face
and instinctively opened wide and extended her tongue, catching a stream of
his seed in her mouth and gobbling it up.
Mindlessly, her mouth sought out the pumping jizz gusher and she locked her
lips over it, swallowing spurts of cream as if it were life blood.
David's orgasm almost knocked him off his feet. He exploded all over
Tammy's face as he degraded her with his words. Somehow, he doubted if
she was hearing him anymore, her body was twisting and writhing around as
she came like he'd never seen any woman cum before.
To his delight, she caught his spurting cock in her mouth and sucked the rest
of the cum out, actually milking more out of his draining balls. David finally fell
backwards into a chair and watched as Tammy rode out the final few minutes
of her awesome series of orgasms.
She finally collapsed on the table her chest rising and falling, out of breath.
She was a mess. The beautiful daughter of a rich man was now sweating like
a pig with her hands up her slimly cunt and a ton of white sticky cum all over
her face and dripping from her whore's mouth.
David grabbed his brandy from Miguel, pleased with Tammy's first lesson.
Tammy lay still, exhausted and ashamed from her incredible orgasm, loving
the taste of Mr. Lee's cum in her mouth and still pumping slowly in her pussy.
Miguel, the quiet kitchen help smiled silently as he began to plan his own
revenge on the white bitch who had so often insulted he and the other staff
members.
All three of them were unaware of the pair of eyes who had seen the whole
thing.....and the evil smile that went along with them.
CHAPTER SIX
Wendy Lee had gone to the club certain that she would find her father having
an affair with Tammy Douglas. That would fit. She had know that her father
had seen women on the side, and sleeping with a married man would be just
Tammy's style. Admittedly, Wendy did not have much of a plan as to what she
was going to do, but it was no accident she had brought along a .22 caliber
handgun she had found in her mother's dresser drawer. "Which one am I
going to use this on?" She found herself thinking as she pulled into the club's
long driveway.
Once at the club, she had waited for Tammy to arrive, then followed her to the
main meeting hall. Deciding to get a closer look, Wendy sneaked around
outside to a large window where she could watch without being discovered.
The large hedge around the building gave her a perfect hiding place. Her
heart broke when she was her father was waiting for Tammy. Even though
she had her suspicions about his extra marital affairs, seeing it was almost too
much for her to bear. "Well" she thought "That bitch won't soon forget fucking
around with my family." Her hand began absentmindedly stroking the cold gun
in her hand.
For whatever reason, Wendy stood outside watching the scene unfold. To her
surprise, Tammy seemed less than receptive to her father. Their words were
somewhat muffled, but it was clearly not exactly as she had first thought. To
her shock, her father brought in a TV set. Wendy almost collapsed when she
was Tammy fucking on the screen. "That little slut." Wendy thought to herself.
"Isn't that just like her." Wendy had heard all the stories about Tammy in high
school and was one of the few who believed every single one of them.
As she watched, Wendy leaned closer to the glass, straining to hear what was
going on inside. Before too long, it became apparent. her father was not
having an affair with Tammy. No, he was blackmailing the little cunt.
Suddenly, she wasn't angry with her father. In fact, she smiled broadly at just
how devious he was. All the years of suffering Mr. Douglas had caused her
family was all going to come down on little Tammy. What could be more
perfect.
Wendy wasn't thrilled by the idea of watching her father have sex, she had
always found the idea of her parents doing it as rather sick. However, the lure
of seeing any man dominate the former prom queen, cheerleader, perfect girl
was just too much to resist. It was like every fantasy she had ever had. The
beautiful model, most popular girl who had teased her and made sure she had
no friends was now being forced to suck off her father. It gave Wendy such
perverse pleasure to hear Tammy moan and cry while her much older dad
shoved his stiff prick down her throat.
Wendy's hand slipped down between her thighs as her father laid Tammy on
the table. Prone and helpless, the one time home coming queen of her school
was reduced to a slobbering hole for men to fuck and disregard like so much
chewed tobacco. Any man, it appeared, since Miguel had come and gone with
not a word of objection. The sights of Tammy's spread thighs and her fingers
furiously fucking her pussy were so erotic to Wendy. So many nights, the
chubby girl had done the same thing to her own tight little hole.
Too turned on to stop, Wendy undid her shorts and pulled them down around
her thick thighs. She pulled aside her sopping wet panties to gain access to
her burning cunt. She began to finger herself in the same increasingly rapid
rhythm as Tammy. Not satisfied with that, Wendy let the cold steel of the
pistol rub along her slit, slipping the barrel up inside herself like an obscene
dildo, bringing herself to orgasm at the same time that daddy's new whore was
getting off and being showered in cum. Afraid that her muffled cries of lust
would alert them to her presence, Wendy pulled up her shorts and left quickly.
There would be plenty of time for her to use daddy's new toy for herself later.
"Besides" she thought "daddy's revenge lacks imagination." Laughing,
Wendy sped off, she had much planning to do.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It took Tammy several minutes to catch her breath after her tremendous
orgasm. She felt like she had exploded. Her hands were soaked, her legs
weak, her clit throbbed, her throat ached and perhaps most of all, her heart
wept, for deep inside, she had loved the way Mr. Lee had just treated her.
David Lee sat back in his chair, trying to regain his composure. he hadn't cum
like that in years. Normally, after shooting his wad, it took a while before David
was ready to go again, but this time his cock was already rising again, just
seconds after its eruption. The mere thought of the things he had in store for
Tammy had his pole up and throbbing in record time.
Wanting to take advantage of Tammy before she had time to think, David rose
and took his drink from Miguel. The two men leered at Tammy who still lay on
her back, panties held aside by her hand. "What do you think Miguel?" David
asked menacingly.
"Oh yes, I believe she will do nicely." replied the other man.
"Good, they deserve a bonus for all they have endured. Go and get them."
David ordered. Without a word, Miguel was gone.
"What does he mean, get them?" thought Tammy outloud, snapping out of
her semi euphoric state of post orgasmic bliss. Gathering her wits a bit,
Tammy attempted to make a stand against her tormentor. She whirled around
and made a dash for the door. David had figured Tammy wasn't broken yet.
Oh no, she was used to getting her way and would not be so quick to give up
to the inevitable punishment that lie ahead. Tammy hadn't taken her second
step for the freedom before David shot out his leg in front of her, sending the
girl sprawling flat on her face to the floor, knocking the wind out of her. David
chuckled, looking down on his prone captive as she choked and gasped for
her lost breath. Sprawled out in front of him, she was even more desirable.
He moved to her side, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet.
"You aren't going anywhere just yet my lieelt pet." He mocked, shoving her
back into a chair. "You have a lot of payback still."
"What do you mean?" she asked, c onfused. "I did what you asked. You
promised."
"Shut up you stupid little bitch. I told you this was just the beginning. It's time
you learned a little respect. You haven't been the nicest little lady to the help
around here, so when word got out about our little game, the kitchen and
grounds staff here at the club started lining up for their shot at your precious
body. They have put up with a lot of shit from you over the years, and as a
bonus, I am going to let them have you."
"NOOOOOOOOO" Tammy cried, terrified at the idea of all those filthy hands
on her, taking advantage of her soft white skin and tender young pussy. "You
can't do this to me." She was again sobbing aloud.
"When are you going to realize that I can do whatever the fuck I want to with
you. I own you now Tammy. You are my whore, to do with as I please. If I
say suck my cock you will do it and like it. It I say fuck the kitchen help, you
will do it with a smile. Plus....." His words were cut off as the door opened and
Miguel came back in, this time with friends. Three other members from the
kitchen staff and four of the groundskeepers followed him, along with one of
the waitresses. Tammy started to scream, but shut up when David's hand
slapped down herd next to her on the chair.
"These are the one's who have worked the hardest sir." Said Miguel. "They
are the ones I recommend for the bonus."
"Very good Miguel. These all look like fine strapping young lads, but what of
the senorita? asked David.
Miguel smiled broadly. "Rosa, works in the dining area mister Lee. Miss
Douglas has never spared her a cruel comment or a dirty look."
"Is this true Rosa?" asked David.
Tammy's head fell in shame. It was true, she had often made rude remarks to
Rosa, believing that the woman couldn't hear or couldn't understand her
insults.
"Jess sir" she responded in a heavy accent. "De leetle bitch she says to me
what a cheap whore, or stupid wetback slut blows de staff for a dollar."
One of the workers laughed "But it's true Rosa." he giggled.
Miguel continued. "Well, sir, it is true, Rosa is the staffs favorite
entertainment. She does provide sexual services to all of the staff here for a
small fee, but it is only to feed her children."
David turned to Tammy. "You see, you stupid little cunt, Rosa has to work to
feed her family. You wouldn't understand that because you have never
worked a day in your worthless life. However, I believe Rosa has much to
teach you." He turned to Rosa. "Dear, have you been busy today?" David
knew the answer, it was another part of the plan.
"Jes sir, I have fucked ten men dis morning. Dey all came in my pussy." she
responded.
"Well then," continued David. "I believe you need to have some relief. Since
Tammy is a cum sucking little tramp, I think she can clean out your dirty
whore's pussy really well."
"God no." Tammy cried and leapt to her feet in an attempt to escape. The
men blocked her way and threw her back onto her chair. David was on her
instantly, grabbing her chin and pulling her face close to his. "Listen you little
cooze, you have two choices.
One, you can cooperate and maybe I don't show the tape, or two, you fight,
you fight, these men rape you and I show the tape to daddy. You decide."
She couldn't say the words, but Tammy's eyes dropped, giving David the
answer he wanted. He stood and addressed the small group.
"Gentleman and lady, you have worked very hard for the enjoyment of the
club's members. Along the way, this worthless piece of white trash had not
treated you with any respect. Now as a reward for hard work and tolerance, I
am giving her to you. She is yours to do with as you please. I ask only that
you allow her slutty mouth to first occupy itself with the task of sucking all the
cum from Rosa's pussy." David stepped aside. "Miguel, you will stay also."
Miguel bowed slightly to the other man, then took over. He approached
Tammy and stood her up for the others to examine. He looked her up and
down for a long moment, then turned to David.
"Sir, if I may pass on this opportunity. You see, I love my wife and to insult her
womanhood by entering this common street whore would defile our wedding
vows."
He spat at Tammy's feet and stepped away, standing next to David, who had
to fight back the laugher at the theatrics of it all. Miguel's wife was three
hundred pounds of frightening woman. The real reason he couldn't fuck
Tammy was that he had just dropped two loads of cum into Rosa that Tammy
would soon be tasting.
Tammy felt her face turn red with shame at the situation. This glorified waiter
was turning her down not out of goodness or decency, but because he
deemed her unworthy of soiling his vows. Tears washed her eyes again as
the others closed in around her. The seven men formed a tight circled around
her and began to roughly remove her expensive clothing, careful to rip each
piece at every opportunity.
Tammy thought of struggling at first, but a short glare from David, who turned
the video back on as a reminder, shut Tammy up quickly. When she was
down to her bra and panties, the men parted, allowing Rosa to stroll up to
Tammy. The Mexican woman was about ten years older than Tammy, but
looked closer to forty than twenty nine.
She had lived a hard life and already had seven children. She only took the
minimum wag job at the club because it made it easy for her to pick up
whoring money on the side. A rather large woman, Rosa looked like she could
crush the rich teen between her strong thighs.
Rosa had done as instructed this morning. She had let ten men fuck her and
cum inside of her, something she never did, then left their seed in her pussy
and did not shower. David had wanted the smell of sex to be all over the older
woman. That, plus the kitchen and sweat smell were strong on the woman as
she stood looking Tammy up and down. Finally she gave Tammy her first of
many orders. "Take my clothes off." she said sternly.
When she turned around, Rosa felt Tammy's shaking fingers pull down the
zipper at the back of her uniform. With a shrug of her shoulders, Rosa was
naked, except for a tightly stretched pair of panties. Rosa propped her full
frame onto the edge of the table, with her legs dangling, the visibly wet crotch
of her panties at the edge, and leaned back. "Well" she snorted. "Get to work
cleaning me out. I have more customers to get to."
Tammy tried to step back, but strong hands held her in place. There was no
way she was going to escape. Even if she could, Mr. Lee would show the tape
to her father, and then she would be in deep shit.
"How bad can it be?" thought Tammy. It wasn't like she had never gone down
on a woman before. To her horror, Tammy soon saw how bad it could be. As
Rosa pulled off her panties, Tammy got a look at the prostitute's pussy. To
this point, Tammy had been with maybe a dozen women, all of them fresh
young girls like her who were beautiful and perfectly clean.
This was not the case with Rosa however. The wetness on her panties had
not been from her own juices entirely, but rather from leakage. All the creamy
loads that had been recently dumped into her pussy were now leaking out,
making a mess of her dark, hairy lips. There was half dried cum stuck to the
lips, to the thick bush, it looked a mess. Tammy's stomach turned.
"You should get used to a pussy like that dear" mocked David. "Once you
take over for Rosa as the staff whore, your own sweet young pussy will soon
look just like that."
Rosa laughed evily and spread her legs, allowing even more cum to drip from
between her legs. "Hurry up. I don't have all day." She barked. Like the
others, Rosa was enjoying Tammy's torment a great deal. She felt strong
hands on her hips, holding her in place, while other hands pushed her over at
the waist so that her face was on the same level as Rosa's oozing slit. The
men around her cackled and shouted out encouragement, as Tammy felt
herself being pushed slowly between the large woman's parted thighs.
"This is it." Tammy thought, closing her eyes as her nose caught the first whiffs
of the scent of an aroused pussy, sweat, kitchen grime and a dozen or so
semen deposits. Fighting back the urge to gag, Tammy felt her nose bump
the woman's bulging lower stomach. "God" she thought. "I hope I don't ever
want to get pregnant. I'll have to start using the pill before....."
There was no time to think about that, though as one of the men shoved
Tammy's ass forward, forcing her face deep into Rosa's crotch. The smell was
overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the taste. Normally, Tammy
love the sweet taste of pussy, and the strong manly taste of cum, but in Rosa,
there was not the familiar fresh taste. Instead it was as if she had not washed
in days, and the cum had dried and curdled into sour lumps that stuck to
Tammy's face. "She has her moth closed." Rosa grumbled.
David stepped in closer and turned Tammy's to face him. "Now dear, you have
a job here. Since you are not quite ready to be a full fledged whore yet, we
have to put you to good use.
For now, your job is to clean out Rosa, and make her nice and fresh. Sort of a
human douche." with that, he shoved Tammy's face back to Rosa's pussy.
"Now lick!"
Tammy reluctantly opened her mouth and began to tongue Rosa'a gaping slit.
The strong taste of cum and the older woman's now flowing juices filled her
taste buds. There was so much in there, in her stretched pussy, as if a
hundred men had dumped thier seed into her, and now it was up to Tammy to
lick each of them out and swallow.
When she thought of those dirty, grimy men who had paid their twenty bucks
to pump Rosa, she felt the shame well up inside her. Now, some of those
same men were watching her suck the seed from her womb for free.
Mindlessly licking Rosa and drinking the sloppy, slimy mess drooling out of
her, Tammy felt the degradation and humiliation of what she was doing. The
seven men surrounded her, watching, laughing, and mocking her while they
waited to pump more sperm into her, this time straight from the source.
The rich little bitch who was too good to so much as give them the time of day,
was on her knees, naked, sucking their cum from a whore's snatch. Deep
inside of her, Tammy knew that she would be their next whore. To her shame,
that thought made her pussy twitch and made her suck with new enthusiasm.
As Tammy licked, the other men stood around shouting and cheering her on.
One of them grabbed the side of Tammy's panties and tore them off with one
strong rip. He then spread her legs, leaving her wobbling on her heels. They
stepped back and examined the fine specimen.
Her beautiful long legs were spread wide. Her nice round ass was naked and
exposed for them all to enjoy. Even her pussy lips were visible from this angle.
The puffy, swollen lips were dripping with her own arousal.
"They can all see" she thought in horror. "They can see how wet I am, and
how hot this all makes me. It's so degrading."
Then Tammy could feel hands on her legs, running up and down the length of
them. How often had they seen her lying by the pool rubbing suntan oil on
those perfect long legs, and how they had received such dirty looks for so
much as looking before. No more of that treatment. Mr. Lee had promised
them that Tammy would be their plaything for as long as they wanted.
Tammy continued to suck streams of half dried cum out of Rosa. There
seemed to be a never-ending supply of the strong bitter goo.
She was swallowing more and more of it, knowing that if she did not do as she
was told, there could be much worse punishments in store for her. By now,
Rosa was moaning and writhing on the table, her own excitement growing
towards a climax.
Tammy felt her face squeezed tightly between her giant thighs and her face
shoved deeper by chubby hands. In Rosa's job, there was little time to enjoy
herself, time was money after all. Now she was getting a first class tongue job
but that prissy young miss who could be so cruel to the help. "Not so proper
now are you?" she squealed as her body spasmed in an as intense an
orgasm as she had ever had.
Tammy lapped up the flowing juices from the whore's spamsing pussy,
actually enjoying the freshe new taste coming from Rosa. She slowed as
Rosa finally stopped cumming, thinking that her torment might be ending as
well. No such luck however, as Rosa clamed down again on her head. "Don't
stop little miss. I need a lot more work to relax these tired bones. Plus some
of today's Johns did me in my ass, I think it needs to be cleaned up too."
Tammy had little time to even consider this horror, however, as she felt one of
the worker's hard pricks rub against her inner thigh. It was hot and bare,
sending Tammy into a new panic. She had stopped taking the pill three
months ago when her father had almost caught her with it. Now she relied on
a diaphragm and condoms to keep her safe. Since she had come for a tribute
to daddy, she had not inserted her diaphragm, and it was clear this brute did
not have a condom.
She turned to David. "Please no." she cried. "I don't have any protection.
Make them wear a rubber or something so I don't get pregn...."
Her cries were cut off as Rosa shoved her face back into her crotch. David's
voice boomed in Tammy's ears. "You should have thought of that before slut.
A good whore is always prepared. These men deserve a bonus and that
means fucking your pussy bare. Whatever happens, happens."
Rosa half whispered down to Tammy. "Won't daddy be pleased when you
bring home a leetle brown bambino for heem?" The thought nearly drove
Tammy crazy as she felt the first hard cock press against her tight pussy lips. "
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tammy's mind raced as the strange cock buried itself between her sweet
thighs. She couldn't even be sure which of the workers was fucking her.
Judging from the rough, callused hands that dug into her hips and buttocks,
Tammy guessed it was one of the grounds keepers. Whoever it was, he
wasted no time, and why not?
There was no need for any foreplay or romance. Tammy's young pussy was
exposed and available to him. It was just like when he and the other workers
would get paid and run straight to Rosa. Each one throwing down the twenty
dollars and hoping he got in before she got too sloppy.
Only, this was better. This bitch wasn't costing him any money at all. Besides,
she was young, thin and pretty, unlike Rosa who was old enough to be his
mother and more than just a little bit overweight. "Also" he thought. "This cunt
is fresh and tight, not all worn out like Rosa's." The worker, who was about
Tammy's age, almost felt sorry for her having to suck that nasty whore's pussy,
but before his sympathy could get too strong, he felt a familiar burning in his
loins.
Mr. Lee had told them not to hold back, to go ahead and cum in her no matter
what she said. The young man smiled, thinking to himself that he was very
glad to be the first one of the group to slime her tight slit. By the time they
were all finished, the bitchy Miss Douglas was going to be one stretched out,
messy cunt. He chuckled aloud as his cock swelled and shot its cream deep
inside Tammy's writhing body. It felt to so warm and tight inside, but the young
worker had no time to enjoy it, as he was shoved aside by the next in line.
Tammy cursed herself again for being so careless. She had almost let her
daddy discover the pills and had been so stupid and scared that she quit them.
Not, as the first man shot off into her, she found herself ashamed that she
loved the feeling of his hot juices exploding inside her. Even as she trembled
in fear of what his seed might be doing to her unprotected womb, Tammy's
pussy was tingling and her clit began to throb uncontrollably.
No time to worry about that though, as the first cock was removed almost
before it had stopped shooting, only to replaced by a second. Once again,
Tammy was penetrated roughly from behind with no thought for foreplay. This
time it was a slightly bigger cock that was shoved into her sloppy wet pussy.
Tammy knew that there were seven men there, plus Mr. Lee and Miguel, all
waiting their turn to fuck her vulnerable pussy. The thought made her clit
tingle a bit as she sucked even harder on Rosa's big, outer pussy lips. The
whore was cumming again and Tammy dutifully lapped it up like a good girl
while she got fucked fast and hard from behind.
David and Miguel stood next to each other watching as Tammy was getting
drilled from behind. She had adjusted to her mission well and was driving
Rosa crazy with her hot tongue. The overweight whore's eyes were glazed
over and sweat poured off her rotund body. All the while the second worker
was slamming into the beautiful young rich bitch, slapping his hips against her
sweet ass. The others were lined up, pants down, stroking their cocks, just
waiting for their turn.
As yet another orgasm ripped through Rosa's body, she fell back onto the
table. What had started out as a torment for Tammy had turned into the best
release Rosa had felt in some time. This stuck up little bitch was a first class
pussy eater. She hoped Mr. Lee had been serious when he promised to have
Tammy clean Rosa out whenever she needed it. As the whore lay shaking,
she thought about letting the guys fuck her for free, just so Tammy would have
to suck her out more often.
Seeing that Rosa was tired out, David motioned for the older woman to step
away and have the first worker replace her. "Got to get him hard again for
round two my dear." he mocked with a laugh.
Tammy was too busy gasping for air to even protest as the young grounds
keeper took Rosa's place on the table, using his hands to shove her face down
to his limp, cum soaked prick. As her head was shoved down, Tammy caught
a glimpse of the owner of the slimy dick. She was shocked to see that is was
the boy about her own age.
Tammy was used to boys her own age doing her bidding, happy just to be
seen with someone as beautiful and as classy as she was. Yet, here was this
lowly lawn cutter shoving her pretty face rudely into his crotch, after carelessly
dumping his load of cream into her pussy.
She could taste his spunk mixed with the familiar taste of her own pussy as
she slipped the already rising member between her lips. Just as she did, a
second flood of cum filled her cunt.
Once again, the spent cock was immediately replaced by a fresh, hard one.
Tammy's pussy was beginning to ache. Less in pain than in frustration. She
had been fucked hard by two cocks, but neither invader had given her release.
She needed her clit played with in order to cum and these men had no interest
in what made her feel good.
They were getting what they wanted. To them, she was a whore, better than
that, a beautiful piece of fresh young fuck meat. Still, Tammy knew that she
needed release. The problem was what to do about it. If she reached back to
touch her burning clit, her arousal would be obvious to everyone. The shame
of showing them that being treated like a piece for their pleasure would be
tremendous. What to do?
Trying to ignore the yearning between her thighs, Tammy put all her efforts
into sucking the boy's cock, taking its full length down her throat, to the base,
making him moan loudly and throb in her expert young cock sucking mouth.
Seeing that the eager boy was close to another cum, David began the verbal
assault again. "Go ahead boy, cum in her mouth. She loves it. We don't want
too much of your sperm in her anyway. Be much better to send her back to
daddy with an older man's baby."
The words stung Tammy again as cock number three exploded deep inside of
her. These men were wasting no time trying to hold back. As he puled out
and was replaced by another, Tammy felt warm cum leak out of her pussy and
dribble down her shapely, tanned thighs. The others laughed as the next prick
was shoved into her. "Plug it up." They teased. "Don't want to waste any baby
making juices."
"Three down, four to go." Thought David to himself. For a brief moment, he
even considered getting some for himself, but he really didn't want to share her
sloppy cunt with the lowly club help. Besides, today he wanted Tammy to go
home knowing that if she was pregnant, the baby would be Mexican. He
wanted her to lose sleep over it, to feel the shame and humiliation for the next
weeks until her period came....If it did.
The fourth dick was much bigger than the others and Tammy let out an
immediate cry of surprise. The long thick cock filled her dripping slit up nicely,
making her even hotter. She knew she would have to climax soon or burst.
As the cock hit bottom on every stroke, Tammy could feel the one in her
mouth beginning to surge and throb.
The boy grabbed her by the back of the hair to hold her in place as jets of thick
cream spewed into her mouth. Unable to pull back, Tammy had no choice
but to gulp down as much of his fuck juice as she could, while the excess
dribbled out around his cock and down her chin.
Tammy's own body betrayed her. The familiar taste of cum in her mouth sent
chills down her back and her pussy flooded itself. Her clit throbbed and
begged for attention as the large dick hammered her from behind. Before she
could think, Tammy felt her hand reach down to give herself much needed
relief.
"Look at her." cried one of the men. "She loves it."
David agreed. "What a slut. I guess daddy's money and all that private school
education didn't cure you of your desire to fuck any cock you can find. Won't
your parents be so proud of you when they meet their little brown grandchild
and you explain to them why you don't know who the father is" His harsh
words and cruel laugher snapped Tammy back to reality, but it was too late.
"Grab her arms." she heard David yell, and in an instant, Tammy was flipped
over onto her back on the table with her arms stretched out over her head.
The owner of the big prick positioned himself again between her legs and
continued his assault, as another freshly fucked fuck was shoved into her
mouth
So it continued, one cock fucking her pussy, another in her mouth as the men
help Tammy down. Their goal was to impregnate the little bitch, and each one
planted at least two loads of steaming cum into her pussy. All the while, David
taunted her. In the new position, Tammy could get just enough clitoral
stimulation to cum time and time again, losing herself in a wash of pleasure
and humiliation.
By the time the men were finished, Tammy lay exhausted on the table. She
could not even move. Her pussy ached and oozed cum like a river. Her hair
hurt from being pulled, her tits were bruised from the rough hands of the
workers. Her face and hair were caked with half dried cum. No longer did she
look like a beautiful model, rather she looked like a hose beast who had been
drown in cum. AS she lay there half unconscious, David dismissed the
workers, leaving him alone with poor little Tammy.
She was too tired to speak, but David paced around, lecturing her. "I know
your will is strong. We have not broken you yet. You will go home and think of
betraying me. Well, remember, I have the tape and I will show it to anyone I
can find. I may one day give you up, but until then you are mine to do with as I
wish. To show you that I am not all bad, I am giving you a job. You will report
to work tomorrow at seven AM sharp. Don't be late."
With that he was gone. She couldn't work for him, could she? What would
daddy say? What choice did she have? None, and she knew it.
THE END
MINDY
Chapter One
"You will be much better off with your Uncle Paul."
The words of the social worker rang in Mindy's ears like a death sentence.
Dammed busy-body bitch, she thought. What did she know about what was
good for me?
Mindy looked out the train window and watched the sparse desert scenery drift
by as she thought about the awful turn of events. Everything had been going
so good for her before the agency had interfered. It had been rough for a while
right after her dad had split, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves,
but things had worked out just great.
So what if her mother had gone into whoring? After all, what do you expect a
woman with a hot looking body and no job skills to do? And, wasn't there was
always plenty of beer in the refrigerator to offer to her boy friends when they
came over, plenty of cash in her mother's dresser to buy anything she wanted,
and lots of free time when her mother was out entertaining a john?
Even those nights when her mother was entertaining at home suited her just
fine. "You'll have to spend the night with one of your girl friends." Anne would
say on those occasions, and Mindy had no trouble finding someone to spend
the night with, although rarely with one of her girl friends!
Like just last week, she remembered. Romantic it wasn't, but, well..
She had put on one of her hottest mini-skirt outfits and gone down to the
arcade at the mall. She didn't have to strut in front of the studs long before she
had several of them hanging around her, making lewd, suggestive remarks
and coping feels in the dark corners of the arcade. Then Billy Bob walked in.
Mindy scooted down in her seat, pulled her coat over her lap, and turned
toward the window, her back to the aisle. Fortunately, no one was occupying
the seat next to her, so in this position she was relatively hidden from the other
passengers. She slid her hand under her skirt and started rubbing her cunt as
she thought about that night.
She had seen Billy Bob a number of times before, and she knew all the stories
about how he was a loner, living in his van and working the hay fields. He
would only be in town during the season, then would take to the road, moving
with the migrants to the next harvest.
Mindy watched as he walked through the arcade. His chest and arm muscles
rippled under the tight fitting tee shirt he was wearing, and she felt an itching in
her pussy when she looked at his jeans, the material stretched tightly across
his firm buns and doing little to conceal the bulge in his crotch of what had to
be a huge piece of meat. Her eyes glazed and she unconsciously licked her
lips as she fantasized about digging her heels into those fantastically hot buns
and pulling what had to be a beautiful cock- pole into her.
"What's a hot babe like you doing around this bunch of wimps?" Mindy,
shocked out of her fantasy, Looked up and saw Billy Bob standing right in front
of her. "Seems like a chick like you could find better pickings."
Before she had a chance to respond, Billy Bob boldly slipped a hand up under
her blouse and squeezed her tit. Not like the furtive gropes the others had
been giving her, he pawed her breasts openly and obviously, right there in the
middle of the arcade where everyone could see.
Mindy was relieved that Billy Bob wasted little time inviting her to go for a ride.
Not that she really minded his public fondling of her, her reputation was not all
that great anyway, but she was rather apprehensive about doing things like
that in public. As Billy Bob roared out of the mall parking lot, he said "Gimme a
beer. There's a cooler full behind your seat. Get one for yourself if you want."
She had to get up on her knees to reach over the high-backed seat and reach
the beers, and while she was fishing a couple of cans out of the cooler, Billy
Bob ran a hand up the back of her legs and started feeling her butt. "Nice ass,
Baby." He grinned. "That's what ol' Billy Bob likes; Nice firm ass."
Mindy wiggled her butt a little and giggled. As she pulled the beers from the
cooler, she couldn't help but notice the musky odor that permeated the back of
the van. Must have been dozens of girls across almost as many states that
had been laid back there, she thought, and chances were she was going to be
the next one.
Settling back in her seat, she popped the caps off the beers and handed one
to Billy Bob.
She was surprised to see how far they had gone as she glanced out the
window. Billy Bob had floor-boarded the van, and they were already screaming
down the expressway doing at least eighty five or ninety. The sultry air
whipped through the window, offering little relief from the hot, clammy evening,
and she sucked appreciatively on the cold beer.
Billy Bob finished gulping his beer, tossed the empty can out the window, then
reached over and grabbed her by the back of the neck. "Time to get started,
Baby," he said as he pulled her head toward his lap. "Suck me."
The young girl had not noticed when he unbuttoned his jeans, but now her
face was mere inches away from one of the biggest, hardest cocks she had
ever seen. It must be a full eight inches, she thought, and she shuddered
slightly as she wondered if the swollen shaft was so big it might choke her.
She had little time to wonder though as Billy Bob impatiently pushed her face
down. Mindy barely had time to open her mouth before the throbbing cock was
pushed between her lips and into her mouth. "Mmmfffgh," she gurgled as the
hot malemeat pressed urgently against the back of her throat.
"Ahh, yeah, baby!" Billy Bob cried as he jammed the accelerator even harder
against the floorboard. "Suck that dick, baby! Suck it for me!"
The initial discomfort of having so large a cock lodged in her mouth soon
subsided, and Mindy felt a rush of erotic excitement as she started slurping on
the raging shaft. Her saliva was flowing copiously, dribbling down over and
lubricating the hard shaft.
The van lurched from side to side as they roared down the expressway,
causing the hot meat to continually slip out of her mouth, slapping against her
face and smearing her own spittle across her cheeks and chin. Each time she
lost it, she would greedily corral it with her lips and sloppily sucking back into
her hungry mouth.
Out of the corner of her eye, Mindy saw what seemed to be an intermittent
flash of red light inside the van. "Suck it fast, baby. We've got company." Billy
Bob growled as he pushed her head back down on his raging cock. Held down
by his powerful grip, she could do nothing more than continue to slurp and
suck on the hard, slippery shaft as Billy Bob slowed the van down. "Fukkin' law
on my ass." he grumbled.
Mindy felt Billy Bob's cock lurch and spasm in her mouth, the tell-tale sign that
it was filling with cum. Just as the hot cream started spurting, the van left the
pavement and started bouncing on the gravel shoulder as it rolled to a stop.
The lurch of the vehicle lifted her head, freeing the erupting cock head from
between her lips. She was too late in trying to recapture it, and before she
could get the hard meat stuffed back in her mouth, big globs of white fuck-juice
spattered on her face, neck and blouse.
"Is there some problem, officer?" she heard Billy Bob say as the patrolman
stepped up to the side of the van. She looked up in time to be blinded by the
officer's flashlight as he started checking out the interior of the vehicle. The
beam of light lingered just a little longer than necessary as the officer stared at
the fresh cum streaking the front of the girl.
Later, as Billy Bob turned off the expressway and headed down a barren
country road, he wadded up the traffic citation and tossed it out the window.
"Stupid fukkin' asshole cop," he muttered. "I thought the poor bastard was
going to cream his pants when he saw you with all that cum spattered all over
your face." He chuckled and patted Mindy's head.
He pulled the van off the side of the road and down into a brushy wash. As the
vehicle crunched to a stop in the loose dirt, he jerked his thumb toward the
back. "OK, babe. Time for the main attraction. Hop back there and get naked
for me."
Billy Bob was certainly not like the other guys Mindy had been fucked by. Most
of them went through at least some type of pre-sex ritual; feeling up, petting,
and the like. Billy Bob, on the other hand, stripped for sex as unceremoniously
as he would if he were getting ready to take a shower.
Rather than being put off by his abruptness, however, she experienced a
certain thrill by his callous disregard. Particularly when she saw his huge,
already stiff cock for the first time. She had known earlier when she was being
forced to suck him off that this was no ordinary piece of male-meat, but seeing
it now in all its fullness protruding from his naked groin was almost
overwhelming.
Mindy felt a twinge of fear as she stared at the enormous fuck- shaft,
imagining that something that large would surely tear her teenager's cunt
apart. That fear was quickly overpowered by a growing lust, though, and she
felt her hot fuck juices starting to moisten her yearning pussy.
Mindy finished stripping, dropped her panties on the pile of her other garments,
and stretched out on the thin mattress that covered the floor of the van. The
heady aroma she had smelled earlier almost became overpowering as she
lowered herself onto the makeshift bed. She had heard stories about the
stench of a male bath house, heavy with the odors of dried sweat and stale
cum, and decided this van must fall in the same category.
The girl did not have much time to think about her gamey surroundings,
however. As soon as she put her back on the scroungy mattress and spread
her legs, Billy Bob was on his hands and knees over her, his giant shaft
waving threateningly over her tiny snatch for only a moment before he plunged
in down.
Fortunately for the teenager, her cunt was well lubricated and open for the
assault, but even then she felt a piercing shot of pain as the hard shaft of
raging meat pushed deeply into her fuck- cave.
"Ahh, baby. Good pussy. Damned good pussy." Billy Bob growled as he
started humping his prick into her. "That's the way. Give me a big fuck, baby."
The initial pain quickly subsided and was replaced by sheer animal lust. As the
gigantic fuck-pole continued to ram her, Mindy's eyes rolled back, her mouth
sagged, and she vaguely felt her spittle drooling out and across her face.
Using his strong, hard buttocks as a battering ram, Billy Bob hunched and
heaved, driving the full length of his rock-hard shaft deep into her cunt. Mindy
started cumming after the first few strokes, and the raging orgasm continued
to wrack her body as her fucker slammed it to her.
Even though she had so recently sucked him off, the fury of the hot fuck
quickly drew another load of cum up into the massive shaft, causing it to swell
even larger before loosening the hot cream in an explosive eruption.
Mindy's body, exquisitely tortured to its utmost limits by the massive cock that
was pummeling her, responded with even greater orgasms than before,
leaving the young girl virtually senseless under the onslaught.
As stretched as her young cunt was by her fucker's enormous cock, it was still
too small to contain the huge glob of cum he had shot into her. The sticky
cream oozed from her freshly fucked pussy and trickled onto her thighs and
ass crack as she lay spent on the grimy mattress.
As abruptly as it had started, it was over. Billy Bob, without saying a word,
pulled his jeans back on, climbed up into the driver's seat, started the engine,
and moments later was roaring back in the direction they had come from.
Mindy was left to fend for her self in the back of the swaying van, but finally
she was able to put her clothes back on in some semblance of order and was
able to crawl back into the passenger seat.
Minutes later, the girl was dropped off at her house, and without a word from
her recent fucker, she watched as he sped off into the night. She knew her
mother was still entertaining, so she snuck back into her apartment. She tip-
toed into her bedroom, stripped off her disheveled garments, and climbed into
bed.
The noise of hot, aggressive sex filtered through the thin walls separating her
room from her mother's, and she listened to the cries and moans as she
fingered her pussy and thought about the hot fuck she had so recently been
given.
Now, as the train rumbled through the growing darkness of early evening,
Mindy was once again feverishly rubbing her hot, yearning cunt. The more she
thought about the hot dick Billy Bob had plowed into her, the more she wanted
another hot, lust-filled fuck right now. The young girl moaned in anguish,
fearful that her aching pussy would not be filled with a hot piece of cock for a
long, long time.
Damn that goody-goody agency bitch that put her in this mess, she thought.
Chapter Two:
"Damn, this will never do; I need some cock bad!" Mindy thought to herself as
she sighed in frustration. Fingering her pussy and thinking about the hard dick
Billy Bob had shoved to her that night was just not doing it for her. Fitfully, she
turned and stared out the window, watching but not seeing the passing
scenery.
Her mind wandered to the day the agency bitch was at her house, waiting for
her to come home from school. It was only a few days after her escapade in
the van, and Mindy was still on a buzz from the terrific fucking she had
received from the opportunistic Billy Bob.
"It is rater apparent that your home life is not conducive to keeping a young girl
like you out of trouble." the bitch was saying. In the past, Mindy had taken
mischievous pleasure in making this woman squirm by relating, in vulgar
detail, some of her more erotic experiences. She had watched as the social
worker crossed her legs back and forth, obviously stimulated but trying not to
reveal it. "Fukkin' bitch's cunt is probably shriveled up like a prune!" she would
tell herself as she watched the woman squirm.
The legs were crossing more rapidly today for some reason, and the subject of
sex had not even come up. Mindy was growing more curious and more
apprehensive by the minute, when suddenly it hit like a bolt. "A Highway
Trooper called me the other day. He said he stopped a speeding van out on
the expressway, and that you were in it." the woman said. "He went on to say
that you were, er, not in a very ladylike condition. What do you have to say
about that?"
"I'll bet that fukkin' trooper said more than just that." Mindy thought. "I bet he
made the bitch squirm just like I used to do, telling her all about me having
cum smeared all over my face and everything." She looked at her accuser with
a sullen pout, but remained silent.
"Well, you don't have to tell me. It's all a part of the record, and all the more
reason that what I am going to recommend will be best for you."
What she recommended was exactly what had put the young girl on this train,
dashing through the night into a strange land and toward an uncle she had
never met and had no interest in meeting. A fukkin' cowboy, she guessed,
living way out in the middle of nowhere.
"Your pullman is ready, Miss." Mindy bolted upright at the sound of the voice
and at the hand patting her shoulder. There was nothing but total darkness
outside the window, and she realized she must have dozed off. Groggily, she
staggered to her feet and followed the porter down the aisle.
Pulling the drape shut behind her, Mindy climbed up on the bed and started
stripping her clothes off and stowing them in the little clothes hammock next to
the berth. After she was totally naked, she started to reach for the light switch,
then changed her mind. "Leave it on." she smiled to herself. "That way, if
some fukkin' dumb farmer happens to be watching the train go by, he can get
his fukkin' eyes full." She yawned broadly, and moments later was sound
asleep.
The train rumbled through the night, and the hypnotic metallic clicking drove
the girl into deeper slumber. She was totally unaware of the drape being pulled
aside and of someone standing beside her. A meaty palm moved down and
clamped over her mouth as its companion grabbed one of her naked tits and
began kneading it roughly.
Startled awake, the girl looked up to see the porter standing over her. Under
his railroad cap, his eyes were narrowed to small slits, and below that, a toothy
grin made a horizontal split across his black face.
"Got to keep you quiet. Can't have you go screaming and waking up people,
can we?" he said menacingly. "I seen you playing with yourself back there.
Yeah, you done got me all steamed up watching you. Now you going to have
to take care of me. Can't let you get all steamed up and then not take care of
me, can we?"
Mindy tried to squirm away, but the man's powerful grip had her pinned down.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw his huge, black pole sticking through his
open fly. "If its ok for you to play with yourself," he growled, "then it ought to be
ok for me to play with you. That is only fair, ain't it?" For emphasis, he moved
his hand from her breasts and started groping at her cunt with it.
The girl continued to try to squirm out from under the porter's obscene groping,
frightened yet somehow stimulated by the man's advances.
The porter prodded and poked at her exposed cunt for a few moments,
sending an odd combination of pleasure and pain through her young body.
Then, while still holding one hand over her mouth, he began pawing through
her garment hammock.
He pulled her little panties and her bra out. Held them up for a second, and
smiled. Then he forced the panties into her mouth and gagged her with them
by tieing the bra around her head. Mindy could taste the musky remains of her
own fuck-juices that permeated the garment she had dampened earlier.
"That ought to keep you quiet for a while," he leered as he started mauling her
tit again. Moving closer to the berth, he pushed his hard black dick against her
body and began rubbing it around. Feeling the hard man-meat against her,
Mindy's fears were totally shadowed a growing desire deep in her belly. She
stared in wide-eyed fascination at the big shaft, and her cunt began tingling in
anticipation.
"You got a fine looking body. Yes-sireee, a real fine looking body; all ripe for a
good hot fucking, and that's just what I'm going to do to eat." the porter
muttered as he stripped his shirt and trousers off. "You gonna' give me a real
fine piece of ass, aren't you?"
Naked, he climbed up on the birth and straddled Mindy's belly. He placed his
hard prick between her tits, then squeezed the soft mounds up against it. She
could see the shiny black cock head poking out between the soft flesh, and
watched with excitement as he slowly began tit-fucking her.
This was a new experience for the young girl, and it was making her hot. The
more the man squeezed her tits together, the more it turned her on. Her little
nipples were standing hard an erect, and shivers of delightful pain would shoot
through her as he occasionally tweaked them roughly with his finger tips.
The porter started rocking back and forth, dragging his hairy balls across her
belly with each thrust. The hard shaft of the fuck-pole was generating heat as it
slid between her tortured breasts, and the burning sensation only added to her
excitement. With each thrust, the big cock head pounded against her chin,
and she felt a hunger to take it in her mouth, a hunger that was thwarted by the
bra and panties he had gagged her with.
Suddenly, without warning, there was an explosive eruption of hot sticky cum,
splashing on her chin, shoulders and neck. As more and more of the creamy
goo spurted out, it began trickling down the sides of her face and neck.
Squeezing her tits even harder than before, the man groaned and let loose
one final, convulsive load of his fuck juices.
Mindy didn't have a chance to even catch her breath before the man roughly
rolled her over face down. He spread her legs apart, so wide that she felt they
might tear from the stretching, and got on his knees between them. He put his
hands under her hips and raised her body up from the berth, leaving her head
and shoulders pressed down with the weight of her body.
"Now I'm gonna' have me some of that hot pussy. Yes ma'am. some of that
good hot pussy." he growled as he pulled her back to him. His cock, still stiff
and now slippery with the residue of his recent ejaculation, slammed into her
hot, wet, and waiting cunt with a force that made her grunt. The sudden attack
instantly triggered a body-wracking orgasm that continued unabated as he
continued to pound his dick into her fuck-cave.
Even over the noise of the rumbling train, she could hear the loud smacks as
his hard belly slapped against her ass, and she could feel his hot balls
slapping against her thighs with each humping thrust.
The porter's first load, pumped off between her tits, was quick, but to her
satisfaction, the second one took much longer. The man humped and bucked,
slamming her hard and furiously, and her pussy trembled under the raging
attack with wave after wave of mind- numbing climaxes.
Finally, the porter could not hold back. She felt his cock swell as it filled with
his cum, then felt the hot juice filling her cunt to overflowing then tricking
stickily down her legs.
As suddenly as he had started ravishing the girl, the porter climbed off, pulled
his trousers back on, and left without a word. Mindy was exhausted by the
frenzied fuck, and lay panting for long minutes before she could even muster
the energy to untie her gag. "Whew, that was some fukkin' fuck!" she sighed
as she lay dreamily rubbing her savaged body, felling the dried sticky
splotches of cum that had so recently been showered on her. "Some fukkin'
fuck!"
Chapter Three
The hot desert air hit Mindy's face like a furnace when she stepped of the train.
There was no one else around, but although the porter had virtually
disappeared after the scene in the berth, her suitcases had somehow
appeared on the dusty platform.
The train started moving. Mindy watched it roll by as the noise of clanking and
mechanical groans grew to thunderous proportions, then faded as the last car
departed from the station and trailed the other cars down the seemingly
unending ribbon of track.
It was a good twenty minutes before anyone showed up, and when she first
saw the man walking toward her on the platform, she ignored him. Dressed in
faded denims, a plaid shirt, soiled work boots, and wearing a long, unkempt
beard on his face, she assumed he was just a local laborer.
The man, however, walked right up to her and said "Mindy?"
"Uh, yeah. Uncle Paul?" she responded, a questioning look in her eyes. Could
this be the man she had been sent to live with, she wondered.
"You will have to excuse me. I was doing some chores out in the barn and the
time got away from me. I was already late, so I didn't take time to change.
These your bags?" He assumed her answer would be positive and picked up
the two suitcases.
As they walked away from the train platform, Mindy felt a stirring deep in her
body. There was something about the native ruggedness of this man that was
turning her on. She almost had to trot to keep up with his long strides, and was
nearly out of breath when they finally reached his car and she settled into the
passenger seat.
During the drive out to Paul's farm, he kept up a running chatter about the
place. "I know it's going to a lot different from where you come from, but I really
hope you like it here. We certainly have looked forward to your arrival." he was
saying.
She wondered whether the "we" was editorial, or whether there was someone
else living with him. "Oh, sure, has to be, she thought. "The agency certainly
wouldn't send me to live with an unmarried man." The realization that he was
married depressed her. For a moment, back at the train station, she had
watched his firm buttocks as he was walking and had started fantasizing about
being taken by his ruggedly powerful body. The thought of him having a wife
put a damper on that fantasy.
"Uh, I'm sure I will, Uncle Paul." she answered listlessly. That was pretty much
a lie, she thought to herself. She already missed the mall and the arcade that
had suddenly been wrenched from her life.
"It will take a little getting used to, I know," he went on. "But Becky and Helga
are really looking forward to having you around. They will do everything they
can to make you feel right at home."
He saw her quizzical look and smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry. Becky is my wife and
Helga is our, er, maid. Well, more than a maid. She's like part of the family."
he explained.
She immediately envisioned a mousey, whimpering housewife and a large
buxomy older teutonic maid. Her depression deepened as she thought of a
future of sewing and mending and baking biscuits and mopping kitchen floors.
"I could just strangle that fukkin' agency bitch for sending me here." she
thought.
Paul turned off the main highway and minutes later pulled up to a large two-
story house surrounded by several large and small barns. "Well, here we are,"
he said as he honked the horn before shutting the engine off.
As they were climbing out of the car, two girls ran out to meet them. The first
looked to be about twenty, strikingly pretty with blonde hair framing her bright
face and complementing her light blue eyes. The other was much younger, no
more than eleven years old, and was wearing a pair of very small tight fitting
shorts, with an almost minuscule halter top.
Mindy was confused. First, she had not expected Paul's wife to be as young as
this pretty blonde, and second, he had said nothing about the young girl.
Hesitatingly, she stepped up to the blonde and said, "Hello, Becky. I'm so glad
to meet you."
"I be Helga." the girl laughed with a warm twinkle in her eyes. "This be Becky."
she added with a heavy Swedish accent as she nodded her head toward the
pert youngster. "Vee be so glad you are here. Ya, vee be glad."
Helga quickly took the two suitcases Paul had retrieved from the car and
hurried into the house with them. "Yes, meet your Aunt Becky, Mindy." Paul
smiled as he put his arm around the little girl's bare shoulder.
Becky looked up at him fondly before turning back to Mindy. "Oh, we have
been so excited waiting for you. We could hardly wait." She squeezed her
husband's hand and beamed. "Paul gives me so many nice presents, but you
are the nicest one of all."
Paul led them into the house and up the stairs to Mindy's new bedroom. Helga
was already unpacking her bags and putting her clothes in the dressers and
closet. "Beck, you and I had better run along. Mindy has had a long trip, and I
bet she wants to shower and take a nap." He took the little girl by the hand and
led her out of the room.
Becky pouted, her young impatience temporarily thwarted. As she went
through the door, she called back. "Well, Ok, but hurry up. I'm just dying to get
to know you."
Helga showed Mindy where the bathroom was, and she took a long luxurious
shower, relieved to feel the warm water rinsing off the grime and grit of her trip,
to say nothing of the dried, caked-up cum that was evidence of the porter's
visit to her berth the night before.
Returning to her bedroom with a towel casually draped around her refreshed
body, she saw that Helga was just finishing the unpacking. The blonde smiled
and motioned toward the bed. "You lay down, and I geeve you a good
massage, then you take nap."
Appreciatively, Mindy stretched out on the bed. Helga leaned over and
removed the towel, leaving her naked, and started working on her aching
muscles with a firm yet somehow sensuous kneading.
The girl let her hands roam freely up and down Mindy's body, finding all the
little sore spots and relieving the muscle knots that were aggravating them.
After a few minutes she was in a dazed, near-sleep nirvana, and in her dream-
like state barely heard the soft voice saying, "Ya, you turn over now." Rolling
over, she felt the soft fingers once again caressing her body, and felt the pent-
up tiredness drain away.
As she grew more relaxed under Helga's expert manipulation, she realized she
was experiencing another sensation. The soft sensuous finger strokes were
turning her on! This was something very new to her; she had never even given
thought to being stimulated by another female. Particularly as Helga worked
near her breasts or down between her thighs, she felt the unmistakable
twitching and dampening in her pussy.
Mindy was almost in a trance. As if from far away, she heard Helga's soft
husky voice saying "Ya, you sleep. You sleep and Helga take care of you" as
she felt the first tender stroke of the girl's fingers stroking up the full length of
her cuntlips.
As she felt her lips part and a finger tentatively start probing into her depths,
she sighed contentedly, not at all concerned that she was being finger-fucked
by another girl. Her body was far too relaxed to hump and buck as the waves
of ecstatic stimulation flowed through her.
Peacefully, calmly, her mind lowered to a level just above unconscious sleep,
and she started cumming. Deep, delicious spasms of orgasm raced through
her totally motionless body. She could not see the warm smile on Helga's face,
nor the lust filled gleam in the pale blue eyes, but as she slipped into the sweet
darkness of unconsciousness, she barely heard "Ya. Helga will take care of
you any time you need me."
Chapter Four
Mindy woke up completely rested and refreshed. At first she was mildly
confused, wondering where she was, but then remembered she was in her
new bed in her new bedroom at this new place far, far from home.
She stretched lazily, and only then realized she was uncovered and totally
naked. The warmth of the desert did not require the use of blankets and quilts,
and she was absolutely comfortable laying there without a stitch covering her.
Almost as if it were a dream, she started remembering what had happened as
she went to sleep. She felt a shiver of excitement as she recalled the soft,
sensuous caress of strong yet tender fingers on her body, the almost unfelt
teasing brushes across her breasts, the frenzied response of her cunt to the
erotic probing. Softly, she started drawing lazy circles on her belly, retracing
the same circles that Helga had traced as she fell asleep.
Her pussy started dampening, and she unconsciously moved her hand down
to the soft downy vee and started rubbing. The friction quickly rekindled the
lust-flames that were still flickering inside her belly, and moaning, she slipped
her fingers between her shiny wet cuntlips and into her yearning fuck-cave.
She had to bite her lips to keep the moans from growing into a scream as she
began a frenzied fuck-stroking. Tossing wildly and arching her back, Mindy
fucked herself with passionate rage until once again the explosions of gut-
wrenching climaxes ripped through her body.
She was still trying to catch her breath from the impromptu masturbation when
the door swung open and Becky burst into the room. "Oh, good. You're awake.
Did you have a good nap? I hope you are all rested now. Paul made me stay
away from you and let you rest up until dinner. Are you getting hungry?" The
little girl was babbling without even taking time to wait for answers.
She jumped up on the bed excitedly and continued. "Helga said dinner would
be ready in a few minutes, and that I could come get you. She said she was
going to fix something special, beings it's your first meal with us. Oh, I'm, we,
we're so glad you are finally here."
At first Mindy felt a twinge of embarrassment at being stark naked in front of
Becky like that, but the feeling quickly faded as she saw that the girl, with wide
eyed innocence, seemed to not notice.
"Uh, yeah, I guess I am getting kind of hungry." she was finally able to interject.
"Great!" Becky squealed, leaping from the bed and dashing over to the closet.
"Let's find something for you to wear. Oh, what pretty clothes you have. I'm
jealous. All these outfits are really nice, and I bet they all look scrumptious on
you."
After she dressed, Mindy followed Becky downstairs to the dining room. Paul
was already seated, and Helga was busily adding platters of food to the table.
"Did you have a good rest?" he asked her as he slipped his arm around
Becky's waist and returned the little girl's kiss.
She saw Paul's hand slide over Becky's little shorts and rub the girl's ass, and
for a brief moment before their lips met, she thought she saw a flash of tongue.
"Uh, er, yes sir, Uncle Paul. Thank you." she answered.
"Ya, Helga make sure of that." The pretty Swede answered as she entered
with yet another platter of delicacies. She smiled at Mindy as she sat the
platter down. "Helga take care of her real nice, no?"
Mindy felt a slight blush on her cheeks at the girl's reference to the earlier sex
play, and hoped the other two didn't understand what she was hinting at.
"Wouldn't want them thinking I was lez or something." she thought, but she
couldn't help noticing that once again her pussy was starting to twitch, and had
to wonder whether she maybe was lez or something.
The dinner was fabulous. A far cry from the junk food and frozen dinners her
mother provided when her mother provided anything. It was capped off by a
most delicious dessert, one of Helga's specialties, the pretty blonde had
admitted.
After dinner, Paul excused himself to finish some chores while Becky and
Helga cleared the table and started doing the dishes. It was still daylight, even
though the sun had already disappeared behind a distant mesa. so Mindy
decided to take a look around outside. She wandered aimlessly for a while,
finally venturing over to the main barn.
She was about to go inside when she heard voices, so she stopped and
peeked through a crack in the door. Inside, she saw her bearded uncle sitting
on a bale of hay and talking to a stranger. "Got a real fine looking filly today,"
Paul was saying. "Take me a few months to get her trained, but she will
definitely bring a good price."
"You haven't failed to produce anything but quality yet." the man answered, a
leering smile on his face. "But I hope it doesn't take too long. I have a buyer
that is pretty anxious."
"Let him cool his heels awhile." Paul replied. "The longer he has to wait, the
more he will be willing to pay. And, believe me, he will be ready to pay plenty
for this one."
Mindy did not understand a thing the two men were saying, but she decided
that they were discussing business and that she should not disturb them. She
turned and headed back to the house, quickly forgetting the incident.
Later that evening, Mindy was in her room preparing for bed. She had slipped
into her pajama tops and was about to put on the bottoms when she realized
that in this warm climate she didn't really need them.
Tossing the garment aside, she climbed up on the bed and was just getting
ready to turn the light out when the door opened and Helga came in. "Oh, you
be ready for bed. I not disturb you?"
"Oh, that's all right. I'm not really all that sleepy." she answered.
"Oh, goot.." the girl said. "I’ve something to show you I think you’ll like."
"Oh, what's that?"
"Ya, you be real quiet and you follow me." Helga said with a conspiratorial tone
in her voice. She walked over to the window and, after motioning for Mindy to
follow her, climbed out onto the porch roof.
When Mindy joined her, the Swede held her finger up to her lips, whispered
"Must be very, very quiet." then started crawling along the roof top. Mindy very
carefully followed the blonde, a bit apprehensively, but to curious about what
might lie ahead not to proceed.
Moments later, the pair were outside another window, and after once again
cautioning Mindy to be quiet, Helga raised her head up and peeked in. She
grinned broadly and motioned for Mindy to do likewise.
Mindy carefully moved into a position where she, too, was in front of the
window, then peeked in. It was apparently Paul's bedroom, and her uncle was
sitting at the end of the bed, his side turned to the window. He was naked from
the waist down, and she could see the long, hard shaft of his huge cock.
Kneeling on the floor between his legs, little Becky was stroking the long piece
of male-meat with her small hand, and her face was just inches away from the
man's swollen, purple cock head.
Mindy gasped, then bit her lip to keep from making any noise as she stared at
the scene in front of her. "Oh, yeah, baby. Your getting me hot." Paul said
huskily. Mindy stole a quick glance at her companion as if to make sure she
was seeing the same thing. The blonde smiled and nodded. As she turned
back to look some more, she felt a hand go up under her pj's and rest on her
butt.
Chapter Five
Shivers of pleasure ran through Mindy's body as Helga's fingers moved
sensuously up and down her ass crack, leisurely exploring every inch of the
tight fleshy valley. Because she was wearing only the shirt top to her pj's, the
girl had easy access to her and was taking full advantage of it.
Along with the erotic stimulation the blonde was giving her, the scene in the
window was turning her on something fierce. "Oh, yeah. Suck it, baby. Suck on
Daddy's big cock for him." Paul growled as Becky's lips slid down the
throbbing shaft. Mindy was amazed to see how much of the stiff meat could
disappear into the little girl's mouth, and she licked her own lips thinking about
how good that rigid male pole would taste in her own mouth.
Becky continued to bob her head up and down on the man's swollen member,
and Mindy could see the glistening droplets of spittle trickling down his hairy
balls as the pre-teener drooled and slobbered. She might be young, Mindy
thought to herself, but she was already a very talented little cocksucker.
In the meantime, the pretty Swede continued to tease Mindy with her agile
fingers. She had worked her way down Mindy's ass and had run her fingers
along either side of the pink, puffy cuntlips that were now completely covered
with sticky fuck-juice. Continuing to rub the girl's throbbing pussy, she leaned
forward and lightly kissed one of her firm, round buttocks.
Mindy felt a renewed, even more erotic shiver flow through her body as the tip
of Helga's tongue started tracing small circles on her ass cheek. She was
getting so stimulated by the sexual foreplay that she was about to go out of her
mind.
Events inside the bedroom window were definitely adding to her growing lust.
Paul had lifted Becky up, turned the little girl around, and sat her on his lap.
His long dick stood stiffly between her legs and pushed against her hairless
pussy. "Ok, baby. You got me good and hot," he said as he cupped her
budding little titties with his hands. "Now it's time to give Daddy a nice, sweet
little piece of pussy."
He alternately lifted and lowered the pretty child for a while, letting his stiff prick
rub against her tiny slit and adding the slippery moisture of her spittle to her
already moist and lubricated little fuck hole. Then, satisfied that she was ready
to take his hard meat, he lifted her up over his swollen cock head and lowered
her onto the fat, rigid skewer.
Becky gasped as Paul slowly lowered her on the huge sausage. As Mindy
watched it disappear, inch by inch, into the youngster's pussy, she wondered
how a little girl like that could possibly handle such an enormous fuck pole. It
seemed to her that the long prod must certainly be pushing into Becky's belly
as she watched the full length being swallowed by a tiny cunt that was surely
being stretched to its utmost limits.
Mindy had started cumming soon after Helga's fingers had first started fondling
her yearning cunt, and the climaxes continued in rapid-fire, each more intense
than the one before. Behind her, the eager Helga continued to work her over,
and Mindy could hear the sloppy squishing sounds the girl's fingers were
making as she stroked them in and out of the throbbing cunt.
Even more exciting, though, was the hot blonde's inquisitive tongue, which had
found her tight little butt hole and was eagerly pushing it open. Mindy had
never even imagined being tongue-fucked in the as before, and the new
sensations were driving her wild beyond belief.
Paul was bouncing the little girl up and down on his fuck pole like she was a
toy, and Mindy could easily see the glistening meat first sliding out, then being
driven back in Becky's pussy.
The girl, in turn, was twisting and churning as the huge machine fucked into
her. Her eyes were glazed and her jaw hung slack as the pummeling of her
young body continued.
Just as Helga's tongue managed to part Mindy's pucker hole and slide up her
ass pipe, sending yet another wave of ecstatic spasms throughout her body,
the tell-tale white streaks on Paul's cock gave evidence that he was spewing
hot cum into the little girl's fuck cave. Too much to be contained in the small
cunt, globs of the sticky cream began oozing from her slit and plopping on his
belly.
Seeing this, Mindy felt one more explosive orgasm rip through her trembling
body before she collapsed, totally exhausted by the cum, onto the porch roof.
Helga virtually had to drag the completely drained Mindy across the roof and
back into the bedroom. Once safely inside, the two girls sprawled out on the
floor under the window sill, gasping to catch their breaths.
"Oooooh, that was hot!" Mindy was finally able to whisper.
Helga put her fingers under Mindy's chin and turned the girl's face toward hers.
"And I'm not through with you yet, honey." she said huskily, lust gleaming in
her pale blue eyes. "God, I'm hot for your sexy body. I've been turned on ever
since I saw you this morning, and I want you bad, bad, bad."
"She is a lez!" Mindy thought to herself. "I've got a fukkin' lez trying to crawl all
over me!" At first, she was turned off by the thought, but then she realized that
after all the sex-crazed blonde had brought her off to some of the biggest,
most mind shattering cums she had experienced in a long time.
"I'd still rather be riding some hot dick," she told herself, "but, after all, if I don't
have any dick to climb on and if she really wants to play with my pussy...."
She smiled back at the pretty Swede.
Helga took Mindy's smile as an open invitation. Quickly slipping out of her own
nightgown, she slide a hand up under Mindy's pajama shirt, cupped one of the
soft firm breasts, and leaned forward to kiss her. As soon as their lips touched,
she forced Mindy's apart with her tongue and stated exploring the wet warmth
of her mouth.
Alarmed by this move, Mindy started to pull away and protest, but as Helga
pumped her tit, first squeezing, then relaxing, and as the girl's tongue probed
deeply into her mouth, she found the sensation to be surprisingly pleasant.
After all, she thought to herself, it was a hotter and sexier french kiss than any
guy had ever given her, and a lot of them, like Billy Bob, had skipped this kind
of sensuous foreplay altogether. Instinctively responding on its own, she felt
her tongue twisting and tangling with the delicious intruder.
Helga, fearing the worst, had anticipated rejection. Now however, as she
sensed her lovely prey succumbing to her advances, she was elated.
Becoming even more aggressive, she pushed Mindy onto her back and rolled
on top of her.
Mindy was dizzily aware that she was being seduced, but as the seduction was
triggering another series of explosive orgasms, she gave in all the way. The
two girls' spittle intermingled, and the combined juices swished back and forth
from mouth to mouth as the two tongues lashed at each other and explored
the other mouth.
Her seductress pushed her knee between Mindy's legs to part them, then
wriggled her body until her own long legs were between them. This forced their
pussy's together, and Helga began a slow, erotic gyration, churning the two
hairy cunts against each other in an erotic flat-fuck.
Mindy's mind was swirling. She was being made love to by another woman
and she was actually enjoying it. She was getting more turned on by the
minute as Helga squirmed and humped on top of her. The girl was larger than
she was; almost as large as some of the guys she had screwed. In a way it
was just like being fucked by a guy, the way their heaving bodies slipped and
rubbed against each other.
Of course, the difference was that she didn't have a hard dick slamming into
her, only another cunt grinding frantically against her own.
That difference, even in itself though, was surprisingly erotic to her. At first only
occasionally, but now more often as each girl learned exactly what moves to
make, their overly excited clits rubbed together. Each time that happened
another wave of climaxes would cascade through her body.
Totally turned on now, she wrapped her legs around Helga and pushed her
heels into the girl's haunches, pulling her tighter, harder, against her quivering
pussy.
"Oh, baby. Yes! Fuck me, baby. Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!" Helga moaned
between sloppy wet tongue fucks. Mindy could hear the plopping and
squishing each time Helga humped her, and she could feel the spreading cunt
juices spreading across her thighs and belly, mingling with Helga's and with
their combined sweat.
"Yes, yes. Big fuck. Oh, big hot fuck!" she cried, surprising herself with the
begging sound of her own voice urging her hot seductress on. Her climaxes
we recurring more frequently and were increasing in magnitude. Finally,
reaching a crescendo of ecstatic cumming, she felt one huge, all consuming
orgasm devouring her.
Mindy's body stiffened, paralysed by the erotic convulsions. "Cum for me,
sweet baby. Oh yes, cum big for me!" Helga cried as she tightly hugged the
shivering girl to her body.
Mindy was absolutely spent, and was certain she could do no more. After all,
during the past twenty four hours, beginning with the renegade porter, she had
been fucked, she had finger-fucked herself, she had been finger-fucked, and
now she had been flat- fucked. Surely, that was all her ravished body could
take, she thought.
Helga definitely had other ideas on the matter.
Lifting herself up from Mindy and rolling off to the side, she eyed the young
girl's body, particularly the wet mat of dark hair now streaked with the
remnants of their fuck-juices. She licked her lips greedily and bent over.
Helga's lips came into contact with Mindy's body right below her navel. Too
exhausted and too contented to even think about protesting, she sighed deeply
and closed her eyes, deciding to let her seducer do what she wanted to do to
her.
She felt a new shiver of thrill as Helga's tongue traced down her belly, then
flicked and danced over and around her sated cunt.
The teasing tongue did the trick. Mindy was once again turned on and was
aching to have her hot pussy ministered to. Helga continued to dart her tongue
all around, but carefully avoided actually touching the invitingly swollen cuntlips
she so fiercely desired. The effect on Mindy was devastating; the more Helga
teased her yearning pussy, the more desperate she became to have it
satisfied. Finally, overwhelmed by the growing need, she grabbed the pretty
Swede's blonde hair and pulled Helga's face down to her yearning, waiting
twat.
Helga responded vigorously. She drove her hot, inquisitive tongue deep into
the delicious cunthole, tasting the full tangy woman taste of the wet cavern.
Mindy pulled at the girl's hair desperately, making sure she would not pull
away, and then started churning and bucking with a violence matched only by
the violent orgasms that once more sent spasms of sheer ecstacy through her
body.
Helga continued to suck and lick the hot fuck juices that were flowing
copiously from Mindy's tortured pussy until, at last, she used the last ounce of
her lust driven strength. With a low, long moan filled with passionate lust, she
collapsed into limpness just as Mindy reached an ultimate orgasm that sapped
the last bit of energy from her totally consumed body.
The two girls lay whimpering on the floor, entwined in each others arms, until
both were asleep. Mindy's last conscious thought was "If that makes me a
lesbian too, well, I guess...."
Chapter Six
The morning sunlight pouring through the window woke Mindy up. She
stretched lazily and decided that she still had a few minutes before she had to
get up, eat breakfast, and do her chores.
It had been almost a month since she had arrived at her Uncle Paul's, and she
thought about all that had happened during that time. Helga, of course, was all
over her at every opportunity. She was growing fond of the blonde lesbian, and
was certainly enjoying the sexual heights that the girl would bring her to.
On the other hand, she missed having some good stiff cock in her pussy.
Several weeks ago Helga had snuck into her bedroom late at night with a
strap-on dildo, something Mindy had never seen before, and had given her a
good hard fucking with it. The dildo-fuck quickly became a part of the two girls'
sexual repertory, and Helga was adept at being very butch-masculine when
using it on her, but it was still only a substitute for real male meat.
Her Uncle Paul seemed to be keeping his distance from her. Often, during her
day-dreams, she fantasized being taken by the gruff, bearded man, but if he
had any thoughts about fucking around with his young niece, he was keeping
them well hidden.
Not that she hadn't tried stirring something up with him. She made sure that
she dressed as revealingly as she dared, and she took advantage of every
opportunity to flash some thigh or show some tit to attract his attention, but it
was all to no avail.
She knew he was dicking little Becky every chance he got. Although she had
actually seen them that one time, she heard them getting it on every night
through the thin walls of their adjoining bedrooms. She had also noticed that
quite often the two would slip off during the day, either up to the bedroom or
out to the barn. She envied the little twat, knowing that Becky was getting far
more than her share of the male meat Mindy herself so desperately craved.
All in all, though, things are turning out pretty good here, she thought as she
rolled over and climbed out of bed. "But I need more than just having a lez eat
my pussy out for me," she mumbled.
Out in the barnyard, Paul was sitting on a bale of hay mending a saddle strap.
Coincidentally, his thoughts were pretty much on the same subject as Mindy's.
He glanced up just as the young girl passed in front of her window, her pretty
naked body momentarily framed by the opening.
He was very pleased with the way she had responded to lesbianism. No hang
up there, he thought, and that probably means she won't resist to the things
that were coming her way. His well- paid contact at the social agency had
really turned up a jewel this time.
"Might be a good time to start her on her next lesson." he said to himself.
"Maybe I can mover her along quicker than I thought."
Chapter Seven
Mindy found out something was wrong as soon as she got out of bed. Opening
her dresser to get a fresh pair of underwear for the day, she found all the
drawers empty. Not a thing was left. No panties, no bras, not even the secret
stash of porn pics were to be found in the now empty piece of furniture.
Turning to her closet, she discovered that all her clothes had been removed.
Only one garment was hanging on the rod; a short, plain, nondescript, pull-
over dress.
She quickly pulled the blue grey garment on, tugging at the skirt hem that
barely covered her bare ass, and dashed down the stairs to report this
mysterious event. As she reached the bottom of the steps, she stopped short.
Her Uncle Paul and a strange woman were standing in the hallway.
"Mindy. I am leaving on a trip this morning. This is Alma, and she will be
staying here while I'm gone." her uncle said.
"Uh, I'm pleased to meet you, Ma'am." Mindy said in a rush, nodding at the
woman. "But, Uncle Paul, something has happened. When I got up..."
"Alma will be in charge during my absence, and I want you to make her stay as
pleasant as possible." He interrupted her. "Now, I have to go or I'll miss the
train."
Paul turned and walked briskly out of the room, leaving the confused girl
standing there with the strange woman. Mindy started to say something about
her missing clothing, but before she had a chance, the woman said sternly,
"There are going to be some changes around here, young lady. Paul has been
just too nice, and as a result you are not learning how to be the proper young
lady you should be. While I am here you are to mind me at all times and do
exactly as I say. Do you understand that? Also, Mizzuz Becky is the mistress of
this house, and must be shown the proper respect. I will not tolerate any kind
of insubordination." The woman wheeled around and started walking toward
the kitchen. "Go eat your breakfast and get busy doing your chores."
Mindy was caught totally off guard, and was stunned by the sudden tongue
lashing. Sullenly, she followed the woman into the kitchen, got herself a bowl
of cereal and some juice, and sat down to eat.
Mindy watched the woman as she paced around the kitchen putting things
away. She was not at all bad looking in spite of her severe dress and the way
she had her hair pulled back in a bun. About thirty, Mindy guessed, tall but full
figured with large breasts evident under the simple blouse that was buttoned
up to her neck.
Her skirt fell to mid-calf hiding her legs, but the way the material swished as
she walked, Mindy knew they were long and firm. There was an incongruity in
what Mindy saw. On the one hand Alma seemed to be a prune-pussied old
maid, but at the same time she seemed to be a sex-pot ready to explode.
After breakfast, Mindy rinsed her dishes off and went up to her room to make
her bed. Just as she finished and was fluffing her pillow, Becky walked into the
room. The girl was still wearing her usual tight shorts and skimpy halter top,
but there was an added ornament. Wrapped loosely about her waist was a
long, thin leather thong. "I need a drink of water," the little girl demanded. "Go
get me some."
"Go get it yourself," Mindy responded off handedly. without looking back.
Suddenly she felt a sharp stinging on the back of her thigh. Becky had
uncoiled the thong and had whacked her with it.
"You little bitch!" Mindy screamed, as much from shock as from anger or pain.
She spun around and moved toward the girl threateningly.
Becky, eyes wide in fright, screamed and ran out of the room screaming
"Alma! Alma! Mindy's trying to hurt me!"
Mindy dashed out of her room, chasing the screaming little girl. Out in the
hallway, she came to an abrupt stop. Alma was standing there with the
frightened Becky behind her, peering around and clinging to the woman's skirt.
"Just what is going on here?" Alma asked angrily.
"She, she was going to hit me!" Becky squealed. "She was going to beat me
up!"
Mindy tried to protest, but the woman grabbed her arm and dragged her back
to her room. "Bend over, young lady. It's time you learned some respect for
your mistress." She took the thong from Becky and thwacked Mindy across her
naked butt with it several times.
Mindy bit her tongue to keep from crying out. Alma grabbed her shoulder,
pulled her upright, and turned her around to face her. "There's more where that
came from if you don't straighten up, young woman."
Mindy, tears forming in her eyes, could not help but notice the telling gleam of
lust in Alma's eyes, not at all different from the look she often saw in Helga's.
Even though the welts on her ass were burning, she felt a thrilling twinge of
eroticism in her pussy.
Nothing else happened during the day; Mindy making sure to stay clear of both
Becky and Alma. She did her chore quietly, looking forward to that night and
hoping that Helga would visit her room so she could find out from her what
was going on.
That night, after she showered and stretched out on her bed, face down
because of the still stinging welts on her ass and legs, she lay quietly waiting in
the dark. Soon the door opened and the pretty Swede sneaked in.
"Oh, Helga, Am I glad to see you," Mindy whispered as the blonde sat down
beside her. "Everything changed today."
"Yes, I know," Helga answered soothingly, her hand exploring the naked body
beside her. She discovered the long welt that stretched across Mindy's firm,
round ass and said, "Oh, what have they done to you? Oh, baby."
"I, I don't know. It was all so strange. I didn't really do anything, but I got
whipped."
"Here, here. let Helga make it better." The girl leaned over and brushed her
lips across the red, snakelike protuberance. Mindy shivered with excitement at
her touch, and her pussy twitched even more when Helga's soft, wet, warm
tongue began tracing along the wound. As much as it had hurt to receive the
lashes, Helga's unusual method of medicating them was so highly stimulating
that it made the pain seem somehow worth it. She started climaxing
immediately, and with each stroke of the lesbians soft, gentle, soothing
tongue, she felt another ecstatic spasm of delight.
"Get up on your knees now, sweetheart," Helga whispered. She helped Mindy
get to her knees then, laying face up, she wriggled her head between the girls
legs. "Now, sit down on me. Sit on my face with that beautiful pussy."
Mindy slowly lowered herself onto the blonde lesbians face, shivering with
excitement when Helga's wet tongue started probing her yearning cunt. This
new position was fantastic, she thought. From it, she could reach down and
knead the Swedes voluptuous breasts, or alternately, she could maul her own
soft, firm titties, and all the while having her excited cunt eaten by the girl
under her.
At first, she held back from dropping her full weight on Helga's face, but the
more Helga licked and sucked, and the more excited she got, she stated
pushing down harder, all he while wriggling, squirming, and bouncing on the
tongue that was giving her such a hot and voracious fucking.
Mindy dropped forward onto her hands, and was now all-fours over her hungry
lover. She lowered herself until her breasts were rubbing on Helga's hot body
and started swaying from side to side, stimulating her erect nipples as they
drug across the girl's smooth skin. She could also feel Helga's firm tits pushing
into her belly, and this added to the erotic sensations she was feeling.
As she moaned and cried with passionate lust, her spittle inadvertently spilled
from her mouth and dropped onto Helga's hairy cunt. Dipping her head to
retrieve the errant moisture, she smelled the tangy sweet aroma of the
blonde's wet cunt. She could not resist the temptation, and lowered her face to
the enticing fuck hole in front of her and started lapping with greedy delight just
as her ever increasing climaxes reached the utmost intensity. "Oh, Helga! I'm
cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried....
Totally exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and physically, from the ordeal of this
strange day, Mindy fell sound asleep on top of Helga, her face cradled by the
girl's thighs and resting on her hairy cunt. But somehow, during the night, the
blonde extricated herself from the weight of the sleeping girl without waking
her.
The next morning, Mindy awoke from her deep sleep. She found herself lying
face down in deference to her tortured bottom. However, when she tentatively
felt the spot that had only a few hours earlier been covered with stinging welts,
she found no evidence of their existence. Alma, long experienced in such
matters, was careful to apply the thong only hard enough to cause discomfort.
As temporary as it was, though, it was definitely real while it lasted. Mindy
rubbed her soft asscheek as she thought about the stinging pain brought about
first by the little bitch Becky, then by the stern Alma.
Strangely enough though, even as she remembered the sharp discomfort, her
pussy started trembling. Whether from the actual whipping or from the
delicious cunt lapping she received later, the net effect was that Mindy had
reached an extremely exciting orgasm, one that she would never forget.
The morning passed uneventfully. She did her chores, then prepared herself a
small lunch. Even though she ran across Becky several times, the little girl
seemed to avoid her and did nothing that would precipitate the same type of
scene as the one yesterday.
After lunch, Mindy actually started looking for an excuse to get into some type
of trouble, not wanting the lashing she had received the day before, but
definitely wanting the special "nursing" Helga had given her later.
Finally, she had her opportunity. Coming around the corner in the hallway, she
spotted Becky bending over, picking up some magazines she had dropped.
Mindy intentionally veered out of her way to bump the little girl, sending her
sprawling on the floor.
In a rage, Becky rose to her feet, loosening her thong as she did. The long
piece of leather cracked through the air and stuck Mindy just above her knee.
"You fukkin' little whore!" She screamed feinting a charge at the smaller girl.
Becky turned tail and ran, crying for Alma to save her.
Alma came blustering out of the kitchen to see what was happening. Without
waiting for details, she grabbed the thong from Becky as she said "Up to your
room, young lady! And you stay there until morning!" The thong flew out and
flicked Mindy's leg as she turned to retreat. As she ran up the stairs, Alma
followed, lashing at her with the makeshift whip.
Alma's aim was perfect. Only the very tip of the thong touched Mindy, flicking
at her skirt and stinging her butt. By the time she reached the head of the
stairs and got to her room, her skirt was torn to threads. She flopped belly
down on her bed, nursing the burning whip marks and whimpering softly.
As she lay in the darkening room, she waited with anticipation for the nursing
she knew would come. As torturing as the whipping had been, it was a small
price to pay for the soothing tongue bath Helga would soon be giving her.
Her hot fuck-juices were pouring from her excited cunt.
Chapter Eight
Mindy was finishing the dishes, and Alma was standing in the doorway
watching her young charge. The girl was responding quite well to the treatment
she had received during the past week, she thought. Apparently even going
out of her way to antagonize little Becky so she could receive a sharp lashing
for it.
Her dress was now nothing more than rags. Totally shredded from the waist
down, it revealed a lot more of her firm round buttocks than it concealed. One
of the shoulder straps had been severed by a well placed snap of the thong,
and that sleeve would not stay up, leaving her shoulder bare and most of one
pert breast exposed. She seemed to wear the torn garment with pride, much
as if it were a badge of honor. The net effect was that she appeared even
sexier than usual, Alma noticed. The woman felt an itching lust for the girl
growing larger in her belly.
"I know I have a job to do first," Alma said to herself as she turned and walked
away from the kitchen. "But before its all over, I'm going to get my turn with
that luscious little fuck bunny. Right now, though, its time for her next lesson."
Alma found Helga dusting furniture in the living room and sent the blonde to
the kitchen on a fabricated errand. Then she went looking for Becky so she
could give the little girl her next instruction.
"Oh, hi, Helga." Mindy smiled as the Swedish lesbian entered the kitchen.
"Hi yourself, baby." Helga responded. She walked over and slipped her arm
around Mindy's waist. "And how is my little precious this morning?"
"Fine, just fine." Mindy answered, almost giggling at the way the girl spoke to
her. She leaned back against Helga, enjoying the comfort of her warm body.
Helga, unable to resist the temptation, turned Mindy's face toward her's and
gave the girl a passionate kiss. Her hands moved up Mindy's body until she
found and cupped the pair of firm, soft mounds. "Oh, baby. I want you bad. It's
going to be hard waiting until tonight."
Mindy wriggled her ass against Helga suggestively in response to the overture,
letting her know that she, too, was yearning for their nighttime love making.
Helga started to step away and do whatever Alma had told her to do, but could
not resist one last, loving caress. That last feel, however, proved to be one too
many as Becky walked in and caught the two girl's embracing. "Alma!" she
screamed. "Alma! Come here quick!"
Alma came charging through the door just as the two surprised girls broke off
their passionate embrace. In a flash, she grabbed the thong Becky had
removed from her waist and was offering her and began lashing them with it.
"What is going on here? Did I just see what I think I saw?" She continued to
lash out with the thong, and each time the whip flicked at Mindy's flesh and
she felt the hot sting, her pussy twitched and more of her fuck-juices oozed
from between her cuntlips to spread across her thighs.
"They was doing Lez stuff!" Becky chortled, jumping up and down in glee as
she watched Alma thrashing the pair. "I saw them hugging and kissing and
everything."
"A couple of lesbians, huh?" Alma said menacingly. " So we have us a couple
of cunt lapping lesbians here. Well, I know exactly how to deal with that.
Helga, into the basement. Now. Mindy, you wait right here until I come back for
you. Becky, you watch her and make sure she waits, you hear?"
Helga disappeared through the basement door, quickly followed by the
apparently outraged Alma. Mindy could hear the snapping of the whip as the
two descended the steps. Long minutes passed before Alma returned.
Pointing to the door, she snapped "Move, you fucking bitch!"
Trembling with a mixture of fear and curiosity about what might happen next,
Mindy headed down the basement stairs, hurried along by the stinging lashes
from Alma.
When she got to the bottom step, she was frozen in her tracks by what she
saw. The dank, dimly lit basement was filled with all sorts of strange
paraphernalia, the most obvious being a pair of large wooden frames. A
completely naked Helga was gagged and strapped spread-eagle to one of the
frames, lashed down by coils of rope circling her ankles, wrists, and neck.
Grabbing Mindy's wrist and twisting it up behind her, Alma forced her over to
the remaining frame. Moments later she had the girl fastened down as
securely as the blonde.
Both frames were on rollers, and after Alma had finished tieing Mindy down,
she rolled the two frames closer together. The girls were left facing each other
only inches apart. They were close enough to feel each other's body heat and
to smell each other's musky aroma, but try as they would, they could not touch.
Alma left the two hanging and disappeared behind a partition. As soon as she
turned her back, Helga started squirming, desperately trying to stretch out so
that her erect nipples would touch Mindy's. Mindy, in turn, tried to respond in
the same manner, but the effort was futile; their hard, brown nips were less
than an inch apart, but that was as close as they could get. As Mindy struggled
though, she realized that she was cumming, and cumming big.
When Alma finally reappeared, she was completely transformed. Instead of
her hair being up in a secure bun, it was falling loosely across her bare
shoulders. Instead of the bland tailored dress, she was wearing a black lace
corset that pushed her massive breasts up and out, a matching garter belt,
black bikini crotchless panties with red lace accenting the frontal opening that
revealed her puffy red cuntlips, a pair of fishnet hose, and spike heeled black
patent leather boots that came up to mid thigh. The totally erotic outfit was
accented by a pair of black, metal studded bracelets and a matching belt with
a small but vicious looking cat-o-nine-tails hanging from it.
Mindy was wide-eyed, staring at this totally different Alma. The long-burning
lust that had simmered inside her flashed into a blaze of desire as she saw
Alma in this new way.
Alma moved the two frames once again, this time positioning further apart and
at an angle to each other so that her two captives could watch her as well as
see each other. Then she started pacing back and forth in front of them,
swaying her full, sensuous hips back and forth in lewd display. From time to
time she would snap the cat-o-nine-tails at one of the girls, measuring the
distance very carefully so that only the biting, wicked tips would flick at the soft
creamy flesh it was aimed at.
Each time the whip struck Helga, Mindy would flinch in sympathetic response.
However, her fuck-juices would flow even more copiously as she saw the girl's
skin welt up from the stings of the whip.
Before the ordeal was over, Mindy's already shredded dress was nothing more
than a few strands of ragged material hanging from her shoulders and her
waist.
When she dared glance away from Alma and the threatening whip, she would
see Helga's naked body covered with bright red splotches that looked like
insect bites, and she was certain her own pale skin was equally marked with
welts.
Alma continued to strut in front of her captives. Along with an occasional lash
of the whip, she verbally abused the tied up pair, her favorite expressions
being "pussy eating bitches" or cunt lapping queers".
At long last, she stopped parading. Walking over to a nearby table, she picked
up an object and turned around. It was Helga's dildo. Waving the fake cock in
front of her, Alma said "I found this in your room when I was cleaning it. So,
you like being fucked, huh? Well, my little pretty, if it's a fucking you want, it's a
fucking you will receive."
Alma walked over to where Helga was hanging in her bonds, and in moments
had the huge dildo strapped to her front. Then she picked up a jar of petroleum
jelly, dropped to her knees, and started applying the lubricating cream to the
rubber shaft, stroking it as if adoring the phallic symbol. Mindy watched and felt
her cunt juice up even more as she saw the blonde Swede in her male-like
conversion.
After completing her preparations, Alma returned to Mindy where she made a
few adjustments to the frame that resulted in bending her over at the waist,
leaving her bare ass raised and exposed. Next, she trundled the frame across
the floor until Helga's dick was pressing against the girl's unprotected butt.
Finally, she loosened Helga's straps enough that the blonde could maneuver
and said "Now, fuck your little bitch lover. Give her the fuck she's been asking
for."
Helga resisted at first, but a few well placed cracks of Alma's whip quickly
convinced her that butt-fucking Mindy was the desirable alternative. tentatively,
she thrust her pelvis forward until she felt the resistance of Mindy's little
pucker-hole, then pushing a bit harder, she felt that resistance yield as the stiff
rubber dick forced it's way up the girl's virgin ass pipe.
Mindy, frightened by the pending assault on her asshole, tensed up. When the
rubber cock finally penetrated, she felt a fortunately short-lived moment of
pain followed by an intense sense of total gratification; not unlike the feeling
she had when her pussy was stuffed with stiff dick. Incredulously, she found
herself cumming as the girl-driven prick slipped further up her ass.
"All the way. Bury that big fucker in her butt, you pussy eating bitch!" Alma
ordered, popping Helga's tortured ass with yet another crack of the whip.
"Ream her fucking ass out with your cock, bitch. Give it to her hard."
As soon as she saw that Helga was into the rhythm of giving a good hard butt-
fucking, the sultry torturess moved around to the other side of Mindy's frame.
She stood in front of the girl with legs apart. Her big hairy cunt, framed by the
lewd lace panties, was just inches away from her captive's face. "Eat me,
fucking bitch. Eat me!"
Whether invitation or order, Mindy didn't need it. As soon as she saw the hot
hairy snatch in front of her, she wanted to tongue fuck it. Straining at the leash
around her neck, she stretched until her face was pressed against Alma's hot
pussy and she could push her tongue between the fat, puffy cuntlips. The inner
folds of Alma's cunt were soaked with hot pussy juice, and Mindy began
greedily licking and sucking the tangy liquid as the woman ground the big hairy
pussy into her face.
Helga, once she realized the dido in Mindy's butt would not hurt the young girl,
overcame her reluctance and started fucking harder and more furiously with
the long dido, driving it deep into the tight asshole until her belly was slapping
against Mindy's firm round asscheeks.
"That's the way. Fuck her hard. She wants it hot and hard," Alma cried as the
furious pounding gained force. Helga's belly was slapping hard against Mindy's
ass, and Mindy shivered with delight as she slurped at the hot juicy pussy that
was covering her face. "Ram it to her, bitch. Slam her ass with it."
Helga was crazy with lust and, as male-butch as she had ever been, she
fucked the pretty girl as hard as she could. Mindy's climaxes were hitting her
one after the other, sending a cascade of passionate ecstacy throughout her
yearning body. Alma, in turn, was slamming her face with her lust filled pussy
as hard as she could. Mindy was going wild with passion as she was pounded
both front and rear.
When it was finally over, Alma dropped to the floor panting and moaning,
rubbing her well eaten cunt with her hands. The two girls hanged limply in their
frames, held up only by their bonds as, totally sated, they collapsed into the
delicious exhaustion that follows an all out fuck fest.
Chapter Nine
Immediately after the scene in the basement, Alma had taken Mindy up to her
room and had locked the girl in. "I have some things I need to do," she had
said, "and I can't trust you and that cunt lapping bitch friend of yours to behave
when my back is turned." she had said.
Mindy flopped on her bed and thought about the exciting things that had just
happened to her. She got turned on just thinking about having been fucked by
the hard rubber dildo. Her butt was still tingling from it, and she felt a shiver of
anticipation as she fantasized having some real meat shoved up her ass.
"That would feel soooo good." she said to herself as she rubbed her hand on
her bottom, still burning from the stinging lashes that Alma had inflicted on her.
It had been way too long since she had felt some hard dick pumping into her,
and as much as she liked sucking Helga's cunt or even the hot, wet, hairy
pussy she had just eaten, she was aching for cock. The girl drifted off to sleep
and dreamed that the railroad porter had somehow found where she was,
crept into her room, and fucked her silly with his big hard cum-filled prick.
Mindy was kept to her room for the next few days as Alma made good her
promise to herself that she would have her time with the sexy girl she had
been brought in to train. Several times during the day and night, she would let
herself into Mindy's room and have her way with the girl, making Mindy suck
her hungry cunt, eagerly lapping Mindy's sweet pussy, having her ass tongue
fucked, having her huge firm tits sucked.
She used her whip occasionally, partially to remind her charge that she was in
charge, but partially because she knew the young girl enjoyed the stinging
bites and was somehow stimulated to a sexual frenzy by them.
Alma kept Helga at bay by letting the promiscuous lesbian have Becky's, and
occasionally even her own, pussy to lick. The blonde did not seem to care
who's cunt she was eating just as long as she was eating cunt.
The change was good for little Becky too, she knew. The girl needed to learn
that there was much, much more to good sex than merely riding Paul's always
stiff cock. She knew about Paul's penchant for young stuff, and knew also that
in a few years he would find another pre-teen nymphet to replace Becky as
she matured into womanhood.
Letting the little girl get a taste of different experiences would help her
transition to something new when Paul tired of her and found another girl-child
to satisfy himself with.
But now it was time to take Mindy one step further. As reluctant as she was to
leave this phase, though, she realized that the girl had an amazing sexual
appetite that needed much more than lesbian B&D to stay satisfied. She went
to the phone and made the arrangements, then hurried to Mindy's room for
one last lust-crazed orgy.
Later that afternoon, Alma took Mindy down to the basement, strapped her to
one of the wooden frames, and left her there. About a half hour later, still
hanging in the contraption and wondering what was going to happen to her
next, she heard voices up in the living room. A few moments later, she heard
the basement door open and footsteps coming down the stairs.
Alma appeared, followed by four strange men. After positioning them in front of
Mindy and letting them gape at the naked girl suspended in the frame, she
started giving a presentation, much like someone in a department store.
"As you can see, with this frame, you can completely immobilize your subject,
yet leave her fully available to you for whatever you might desire. By making a
few adjustments," she started manipulating the frame as she talked, "you can
easily change her position in any way you desire."
The frame spun around on its axis, leaving a surprised Mindy fully inverted, her
torso and spread out legs making a human Y pointed at the ceiling.
Several of the men chuckled, and one of them stepped over to Mindy, standing
squarely in front of her and putting a hand on her leg. She was in the awkward
position of looking up at his crotch. "Hmm, looks like you could have a little
buffet here." he said, dragging his rough hand down her thigh to her cunt and
probing it with a finger.
"Yes," Alma agreed. She spun the frame around ninety degrees, leaving the
girl suspended face up. "Or perhaps a little smorgasbord. You can serve more
than one at a time this way."
Everyone laughed, and another man walked over. He reached out and started
groping one of Mindy's tits, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipple with
his fingers. "Tasty little dish, too, I might add."
With another twist of the apparatus, Mindy was face down, then she felt her
legs being lowered, putting her in the same position she had been in when
Helga had butt-fucked her.
"Mind if we sample the merchandise?" the first man asked as he smacked
Mindy's ass a couple of times.
"Not at all. It's all in the price of admission," Alma answered.
"It sure looks good on this end," the second man said. He was standing right in
front of Mindy, and he grabbed her hair and yanked her head up to where she
was facing right into his crotch. With his other hand, he quickly unzipped his
trousers and pulled out his big, hard dick. "Looks mighty good. Let's see how it
feels." he added as he shoved the big meat pole up to her lips.
Mindy instinctively opened her mouth, and as the man rammed his cock
between her lips, she felt her pussy getting damp as she tasted the hot male
shaft. It had been so long since she had felt a hard dick in her mouth that she
immediately started cumming in response to the renewed stimulus.
As she greedily slurped on the hot dick, she felt the man behind her grasping
her asscheeks and pulling them apart, opening up her asscrack and exposing
her tight pucker hole. Moments later, she felt the hot head of the man's cock
pushing urgently against the little button, and she wanted to cry out "Yes! Yes!
Fuck my ass!".
The big cockshaft in her mouth prevented that, but she was not about to
release it. Rather, she responded to the threatening intruder by wriggling her
ass to relax her butt muscles, allowing the hard meat pole to slip easily into her
ass pipe.
Wave after wave of body wrenching climaxes flowed through the girl as she
realized she was being fucked simultaneously at both ends.
With the man at her rear fucking her butt with abandon, and the cock in her
mouth ramming into her throat, Mindy was in ecstacy. From going so long
without a good hard shaft, now she had a pair working her over and she loved
it.
She slurped away at the big cock that was parting her lips as the man behind
her pounded her ass relentlessly.
"C'mon, hurry it up, guys," she heard someone say as strange hands started
fondling and squeezing her tits. "Don't wear that butt out, Charlie. Save some
of that good stuff for me."
She felt the man's cock throb and swell in her mouth, followed by a virtual
gusher of hot jism spewing from it. She greedily slurped and licked the spurting
male meat, catching every delicious drop of the man's fuck-juices.
As he let out a cry of passionate lust, the man fucking her butthole made one
final thrust and started cumming, filling her ass pipe with the hot, sticky cream.
Before allowing the other two to have their turn at the girl, Alma once again
rotated the frame, leaving Mindy suspended horizontally and face up. "You will
find your subject's cunt to be easily available in this position," she said as a
third man took up a position between her legs. Available it was. The man had
no difficulty slipping his prod up her wet and waiting cunt, shoving it deep until
his balls were bouncing off her ass.
The forth man swung his leg across her belly to straddle her, then, after laying
his cock between her breasts, he squeezed the fleshy mounds against it and
started giving her a titty fuck.
Cum was oozing out of her recently fucked butt and dripping down her
asscrack as Mindy watched the hard rod sliding between her breasts. At the
forward end of its thrusting, it was near enough to her face that she could lick
the tantalizing slit on the huge cockhead with the tip of her tongue, and she
lapped at it, hoping that it would soon pray her face with hot delicious male
juice.
Again Mindy was climaxing non-stop as the two strangers fucked her. She was
delirious with hot lust as wave after wave of spasms exploded in her cunt.
Moaning softly, she arched her body in an attempt to get more of the hard
shaft in her twitching pussy.
"Oh, fucking going to cum!" the man fucking her tits cried. Just as he uttered
these words, a large blob of hot cream spewed from the massive cockhead
and splashed on Mindy's face. Greedily, she tried to lick up the sticky goo
before it trickled down the side of her cheek out of reach of her tongue.
As she lapped up the last drops of the tangy fluid, she felt the cock in her
pussy explode its load.
The man screamed with ecstacy as his hard shaft pumped itself dry into the
gaping pussy.
Much to Mindy's delight, each man took another turn with her, usually fucking
her in a different way than he had the previous time. Finally, though, it was
over. As the men prepared to depart, one of them said to Alma. "That frame
certainly was as advertised and I definitely want to buy one. I sure do
appreciate the demonstration you gave us, too. It's been a real pleasure doing
business with you."
Chapter Ten
During the next several days there seemed to be a parade of vehicles driving
up to the farmhouse. Prior to each new arrival, Mindy was once again taken to
the basement, lashed to the frame, and made to wait until Alma escorted her
guests into the dank room.
Most of the visitors came in two, three, or four at a time. On two occasions,
however, there were six and once Mindy was required to take care of eight hot-
dicked strangers. Not that the girl really minded, Alma noted. It seemed to her
that there was no limit to the amount of cock the young girl was willing to take
on.
On several occasions, rather than working her over while she was strapped to
the frame, the guests would unloose the girl and take her on the cold, damp
and filthy basement floor. During one of these variations, Mindy delighted in
handling three dicks at the same time, one ramming her ass, another shoved
in her mouth, and the third fucking her tits. The filth from the floor smeared
with streaks of cum sticking to her body added an exciting vulgarity that
brought additional stimulation to her.
There was another occasion Mindy would particularly remember. Two men
were visiting the basement, both with huge, fat eager cocks that they jerked to
erectness while fondling her naked body. Then suspending her upright in the
frame, one of them approached her from the front while the second came up to
her from the rear. It took a bit of maneuvering, but with a willing Mindy twisting
and turning to assist them, she was finally impaled by both cocks
simultaneously; one up her ass and the other buried in her pussy.
The sensation was so overwhelming that the well-fucked girl continued to cum
long after both shafts had spurted big loads of hot cum into her.
Her last group of visitors, rather than being a male-only affair, consisted of two
couples. One of the women seemed to particularly enjoy tormenting the bound
girl, pinching her titties and spanking her smooth asscheeks with a wooden
paddle Alma had provided. The other woman did the opposite.
She seemed to never tire of feeling Mindy all over, fingering her pussy, toying
with her asscrack, cupping her titties, while the two men took turns fucking her
in the mouth, cunt, and butt. Before it was over, the men swapped mates, each
spurting a load of hot, sticky cum into the other's wife. Then, Mindy was made
to lick out the freshly fucked cunts. Once again, the sensation was
devastatingly erotic as she, for the first time, licked male fuck-juices out of a
hot, wet cunt.
Having previously learned to savor the taste of hot male cum, and more
recently to relish the tangy-sweet taste of pussy, she found the mixture of the
two to have an ever richer, more desirable flavor. As she greedily lapped at
one of the women's churning cunt, she told herself that this was a treat to look
forward to and that it would be well worth any effort it might take to get it. The
woman banged away on her face, moaning and screaming that she was
cumming as Mindy intensified her cunt sucking, trying to drain every last drop
of the tasty fuck juices from the steaming fuck hole.
It was this very same woman that was involved in Mindy's next experience.
The next night, Alma arranged for her and her husband to take Mindy out for
the evening. "I want you to dress especially nice for them." she had told Mindy
as she returned one of the girl's sexier outfits to her. "Carol and Jack are very
special, er, guests of ours, and we wouldn't want you to disappoint them by
dressing like a trashy slut."
When the couple arrived to pick the girl up, they had her sit between them in
the front seat of their big Lincoln Towncar. Jack had no sooner started the car
and pulled it out onto the highway when Carol started feeling Mindy up.
"Sweetheart, you were so hot yesterday," she said, leaning over to brush her
lips on Mindy's ear while her hand rubbed the girl's silk-hose clad inner thigh.
"Jack has been c cumming buckets full after screwing you, and you gave me
the most divine cunt licking I've ever ever had."
"Hmmpff," Jack muttered as he accelerated the car. "You mean I don't
measure up in the cunt lapping category?"
"No, no, honey," Carol grinned. "I love the way you tongue fuck me. It's, er,
well, it's just that it sometimes takes a woman to know what another woman
needs. Doesn't it, Mindy darling?" She had her hand up to Mindy's crotch and
was playing with her slit under the pair of lacy bikini panties.
"Well, just let her try to give you a good stiff dicking sometime," he chuckled as
he patted the growing bulge in his trousers. He picked up Mindy's hand and
laid it on his lap. "You women are all alike. Talk like you don't need us, but so
fucking cock crazy you keep coming back."
"Men!" Carol cooed into Mindy's ear, moving the girl's hair out of the way and
brushing her lips softly against the ear lobe. "Just because they have those
goddammed pussy punchers hanging between their legs, they think we can't
live without 'em." Her finger hooked the waistband of Mindy's panties and she
started pulling the silk fabric down.
"Fucking right you can't" Jack growled in jest. He cupped Mindy's hand with his
and started moving it up and down over his stiff shaft. "You females are never
happy unless you have a big piece of meat stuffed in one hole or another.
Right, Mindy?"
Mindy smiled but did not say anything. She was feeling very comfortable with
this couple, and she laid her head back on the seatback, closed her eyes, and
enjoyed the heated eroticism. The nasty conversation was turning her on
something fierce, not to mention the effect Carol's hand or Jack's dick was
having on her.
Carol's fingers were now toying with Mindy's exposed cunt lips as she
continued the light hearted quibbling. "Well, you seem to always be ready to
stuff yours somewhere. I didn't notice you hesitating one bit yesterday when it
was your turn to dick this pretty young thing."
"And I sure didn't notice you holding back when you had the chance to
smother her face with that big hairy cunt of yours," he retorted. "Damn, I
thought for a minute you were going to suffocate her!"
"I'd love to suffocate you, sweetheart." Carol whispered to Mindy, blowing
softly in her ear. "Right now! Oh, I'm hot to have you eat my pussy again."
Having found the girl's erect little clit, she was stroking it between thumb and
forefinger while probing the depths of her pussy with an index finger.
Mindy was experiencing an explosive series of the most incredible climaxes,
all brought about by this woman's dexterous stimulation of her yearning cunt.
At this point, either Jack or Carol could use her body in any way they wanted
and she'd be happy, she thought to herself as she stoked the bulging rod
under Jack's trousers.
"Better slow down, baby." he muttered as he slowed the car down and turned
onto a side street. "Much more of that and you will have me cumming in my
pants. Don't want that to happen; I want to save every drop of it for you." He
pulled the car to a stop in front of a roadside tavern.
The next to last thing Carol did before getting out of the car was to pull Mindy's
panties on down and drop them on the floorboard. The last thing she did was
to remover her own. "Those dammed things just get in the way, don't they,
sweetheart?" she said as she stepped out onto the sidewalk.
The three went into the tavern. It was dark inside, as dark as the arcade Mindy
had been felt up in so many times before being sent out west to her Uncle
Paul's. There were several customers seated at the bar, several more in the
booths, and a few couples were on the dance floor. Jack guided the two
females over to the bar, and after making sure Mindy was on a stool between
Carol and him, ordered a round of drinks. "Rum and cokes for the ladies,
scotch and water for me."
The bartender eyed Mindy, but said nothing about her obviously being under
age. "Coming right up," he said.
Carols's hand was immediately back on Mindy's thigh, pushing her fingers up
under the hem of the little mini-skirt the girl was wearing. Mindy shivered at the
thrill of being felt up in public again, something she really missed from the
arcade, and adding to the thrill was the knowledge that both she and Carol
were naked underneath their dresses.
As the bartender set the drinks on the counter, Mindy smiled at Carol. "Oh, I'm
having so much fun. I'm really glad I got to go out tonight." She let her eyes
move down the woman's body as if seeing it for the first time.
The woman, in her mid thirties, was stunning. Her long dark hair flowed
smoothly across her bare shoulders, nearly reaching the proud firm breasts
that were barely concealed under a low cut thin white blouse. Her flat belly and
tiny waist accented the smooth, voluptuous curves of her hips, which in turn
curved softly inward to what Mindy remembered to be one of the most
beautiful cunts she had ever seen. Her long legs, covered only midway down
to the knees by her short white skirt, were perfectly molded and ideally
proportioned to her sensuous body.
"Here's to a delightful evening," Jack said, lifting his glass in toast.
"That is most definitely going to happen," Carol responded, raising hers and
clinking it against the other two. She patted Mindy's leg affectionately, and in
the process moved her hand a few inches higher.
Jack saw what his wife was up to and joined in the game. Placing his hand on
Mindy's other thigh, he started moving it slowly upwards. Mindy squirmed with
pleasure and parted her legs, only half realizing that, from her position sitting
with her back to the bar, most of the other customers in the tavern could see
up under her dress all the way to her pantyless crotch. She took another gulp
from her drink, and feeling a bit dizzy from the intoxicating beverage, leaned
back against Jack's strong firm body.
A woman in her mid forties walked over to where the threesome was seated.
"Jack! Carol! How are you? Long time. And, what an attractive guest." She
placed her hand next to Jack's on Mindy's thigh. "Who is this beautiful
creature? You've been holding out on us."
"Isn't she pretty?" Jack agreed amiably. "Marcy, this is Mindy. Mindy, Marcy.
Marcy is an old friend of ours. Where's that whistle-dick you call your husband,
Marcy?"
"He's right here," a gruff but jovial voice answered as the woman's husband
joined the group. "Is this a private party, or can anyone join in? My, my, Jack.
How do you get so lucky?" The newcomer did not hesitate joining what was
quickly turning in to being a group grope.
It wasn't long before several others, all friends of Jack and carol, joined in.
While several of the men alternated between fondling Mindy and feeling up
Carol, and while at least one woman rubbed Jack's bulging trousers while
licking her lips, most concentrated on pawing the attractive young girl.
At various times Mindy had one or more hands down her blouse, on her thighs,
feeling her ass, and probing her cunt. She reveled in all the erotic attention.
Jack had a difficult time extracting the trio from all their horny friends before a
full scale orgy erupted. Given their way, they would probably have gang-fucked
the girl right there on the barroom floor. "And she most likely wouldn't have
minded," Jack was to say later in the car. "But, fuck them! We got some
orgyen' of our own to do!"
Chapter Eleven
The drive from the tavern was really hot. Carol had insisted that she and Mindy
be allowed to ride in the back seat and Jack begrudgingly let them. After
adjusting the rear view mirror for what he was sure was going to be a good
peep show, he maneuvered the car away from the curb.
The two girls were all over each other as soon as the car started rolling. In
moments their clothes were strewn all over the back seat and floorboard as
they pawed and caressed each other's bodies. Jack smiled as he watched his
wife and the young girl groping and he stroked his dick with one hand, knowing
that as soon as he got them home he was going to get his turn.
He felt something rub against his neck and turned his head to see what it was.
Mindy's spread out legs were propped up on the seat back next to him, and
Carol was on the floorboard between them running her tongue down the girl's
thighs toward her gaping cunt.
As he watched his naked wife move in and start eating Mindy's pussy, he
stroked his dick in satisfaction. As Paul's lawyer, he was often treated to
samples from Paul's rather unique stables, and this particular sample was
proving to be the best of the lot. As he wheeled the Lincoln into the circular
drive that led up to his house, he made a decision. It would take some effort
and would probably be rather expensive, but he was going to give his wife a
present she would never forget.
"Ok, we're here," he called over his shoulder as he pulled up and stopped.
"Think you two can untangle yourself long enough to go in the house?"
He got out and held the door open for them.
Without taking time to put them on, the two women grabbed up their clothes
and climbed out. "Old man Jones is going to get his eyes full tonight!" he
chuckled ass the two naked bodies emerged from the car. In response to
Mindy's quizzical look, he added, "Our next door neighbor has a habit of
peeking over the fence."
Once inside the large ranch style home, Carol led Mindy into the rec room.
Carefully designed for erotic pleasures, the large room was furnished with
numerous large and small pillows. Lewd paintings hung on three walls, and the
fourth wall consisted of a room-sized window that looked out over the patio
and pool. Opposite the window was a large fireplace, and next to it was a door
that led to an open air hot tub.
Carol chased Jack out of the room, telling him that she and Mindy had to get
dressed for the occasion. Once he had left, she walked over to a small closet
and started pulling out garments. "I think Mr. Jones will approve of these," she
giggled. "Let's go over to the window and try them on for him."
Mindy wasn't sure what turned her on more, the sexy matching outfits, the way
Carol felt her up while dressing her, or the knowledge that there was a
lecherous pervert out there somewhere in the dark watching them. The
combination was almost too much for her, though, as she cooed and moaned
while Carol sensuously dressed her in the erotic ensemble.
Once she was dressed, she had her turn dressing Carol, and she took her
time; fondling and probing the woman's hot sexy body as she added each
piece of the outfit. Once finished, they stepped over to a full length mirror and
gazed appreciatively at their handiwork.
As Mindy looked over the mirror image from top to bottom, she saw a narrow
black patent leather collar with silver studs circling the neck. A black lace
corset starting at the waist pushed tightly up under her breast, pushing her firm
tits up and out provocatively. Black fishnet hose covered her legs and thighs,
stopping inches below her crotch.
She was totally naked from the waist down to the tops of the hose, and the
contrast between the black silky material and her white soft skin highlighted
her exposed pussy in a way that total nakedness could never achieve. The
outfit was completed by a pair of spike-heeled black patent shoes.
Looking at Carol's image next to hers stirred a deep yearning in her belly.
Dressed identically, it would be impossible to choose which was the sexiest,
and together they were absolute dynamite.
"I've died and gone to heaven," Jack exclaimed as he entered the room.
Mindy, turning when she heard his voice, was nor prepared for what she saw.
The tall, well tanned man was wearing only two garments, a black leather vest
covered his rippling chest muscles, and a matching loin cloth bulged out from
his crotch, covering his hot and already hard prick. Her mouth started watering
and she felt her pussy twitching in anticipation as she stared at the sexy
creature standing in front of her.
"Hmmm, looks good enough to eat," Carol said. "First things first, though. We
have to teach him that its not nice to molest pretty little girls when they are tied
up in Alma's rack." she grinned.
Mindy was uncertain as to what was going to happen next, so she just watched
as Carol moved into action. In minutes, she had her husband strung up on a
strange apparatus Mindy had not noticed before. Standing in the center of the
room, his arms were hoisted above his head, secured by ropes to a large hook
that was fixed to the ceiling and his legs were spread apart and firmly clamped
at the ankle. In this position, he was totally vulnerable and defenseless to
whatever the two females might want to do to him.
With a wicked smile on her face, Carol turned on the stereo and started a very
sultry dance in front of her bound husband. Wriggling her hips and thrusting
her pelvis, she twisted her cunt inches away from the loin cloth that covered
his hard cock.
Jack groaned with lust as he pulled against his bindings, trying to reach the
sexily contorting body in front of him. "You'd like some of that, wouldn't you?"
she snickered as she bumped her pussy at him. "Yeah, you want some of my
pussy bad. Real bad." Twisting and turning, she indicated to Mindy that she
should join her in the erotic teasing. "Let's get him all steamed up, sweetheart.
Make him really ache for some hot cunt."
Mindy started bumping and grinding along with Carol, and the effect was most
stimulating. She eyed Jack's bulging loin cloth as she bumped her belly
against Carol's, and decided that as much as she enjoyed doing hot and erotic
things with the pretty woman, what she really wanted was to have her pussy
stuffed with some of her husband's thick cock.
Carol dropped to her knees in front of the man, made a motion to Mindy to join
her, then reached out and loosened the loin cloth. Jack's cock, held back up
until now, sprang out of it's confinement in full erection.
Like a trained cobra, Carol bobbed and weaved her face in front of the rigid
meat, darting her tongue at it from time to time and blowing her breath hard on
at Jack's hanging balls. The fuck-pole lurched and spasmed as it tried to reach
the tormenting tongue, but Carol was careful to stay just inches away from the
stiff rod.
Mindy joined Carol in the teasing display. The effect of both women tormenting
him was almost too much for Jack, and he moaned softly as he hung from the
ropes.
"Look at him," Carol cooed."He's going crazy for cunt right now. Yeah, you
want to slip your dick in some pussy right now, don't you?"
"And I want it slipped into mine," Mindy thought as she continued to follow
Carol's lead. She felt her fuck juices oozing from her aching cunt and
spreading across her thighs, and wondered how much more of this tease
game she could stand.
Fortunately, the cock teasing didn't last much longer; fortunately for Mindy, that
is, as she was getting hotter and hornier by the minute, and her pussy was
twitching violently, aching to be satisfied. The girl didn't care how, whether by
cock or by tongue, or even by the rapid stroking of agile fingers, she needed
something to work over her cunt.
As she continued to flick at Jack's bulging loin cloth, she was having more and
more difficulty in holding back those last centimeters between her swishing
tongue and the tantalizing skin of the man she was tormenting. Much more of
this, she thought, and she would rape the stiff meat she knew was hidden
under the leather.
Carol took care of that for her. After altering the mechanism that was holding
her husband down, putting him in a hands and knees position on the floor, she
walked over to a sideboard and removed something from a drawer.
When she returned with it, Mindy saw that she was holding a strap-on dildo. At
first she thought it was similar to the one she and Helga used to fuck each
other with, but closer examination revealed a startling difference.
The dildo was double shafted with one rubber cock pointing outward from the
strap and the second pointing in.
Carol stood Mindy up and strapped the two-way pseudo cock on her, slipping
one of the hard shafts into the girl's hot, wet cunt and adjusting the other until it
looked exactly as if she were a male with a tremendous, bulging hard-on.
"There you go, sweetheart," Carol cooed as she made a few final adjustments
and wiped some lubricating cream on the hard rod. "Now you can fuck him.
Slam it to him just like he would slam it to you if he had the chance!"
Mindy had never imagined anything even near a scene like this, but she was
hot enough to give anything a try. As she squirmed against the dildo
embedded in her juicy cunt, she moved around behind Jack where Carol
positioned the rubber dick right over his pucker hole. "Fuck it to him, baby.
Mindy leaned forward against the man's rump and felt the slippery dildo push
against his quivering butthole. Jack squirmed a bit until the invading rubber
dick found its opening, then sighed deeply as he pushed back against it. Mindy
started cumming hard when she realized her dildo was punching into Jack's
hot ass, and she continued to cum as she watched Carol move around in front
of him and smash her soaked cunt against his face.
She was timid at first, but as she became aware that not only could Jack take
a hot ass fucking, he actually craved it, she started humping his butt as hard
as she had ever humped Helga's hot cunt.
"I'm cumming, oh gawd! I'm cumming!" Carol cried as she churned her cunt
into her husbands face, forcing him to eat her for all he was worth. Along with
Carol's obscene cries, she could hear Jack's muffled grunts and knew that he
was spurting his male juice into the leather pouch.
The trio, groveling in a sexual frenzy, continued to fuck off on each other until
Mindy, finally spent from the emotional and physical release, collapsed to the
floor panting and gasping for breath.
Carol dropped down beside her and pulled her tightly to her. "Oh, yeah,
sweetheart. That was wonderful.”
Cooing contentedly, Mindy relaxed in the woman's arm, her cunt still on fire
and still twitching from the exquisite climaxes she was experiencing.
Chapter Twelve
Paul put the phone receiver back in its cradle, jotted a few brief notes in a
journal, then locked the book away in his desk drawer.
He was very pleased with the results of his trip, and even more pleased with
what he had found when he returned. First, he had purchased two very
promising colts for his stables at a most attractive price and had contracted to
stud one of his finest mares.
After making entries in his account ledger to reflect this, he turned to the other,
secret, ledger and noted the acquisition of a new young girl to be his next
"niece", a replacement for the nearly ready Mindy.
The timing would be perfect, he noted. The new girl would be available as
soon as Mindy had been put through her final indoctrination as was ready to be
put to market. Moreover, from what he had observed personally along with
glowing reports from both Alma and Jack, this latest "filly" was certainly the
best he had produced and would certainly bring top dollar.
In addition to the new girl, he had also found an extremely nubile little nine
year old. He stroked the growing bulge in his trousers as he thought about the
timid little child that had been introduced to him. Much smaller and several
years younger than little Becky, and obviously completely innocent and naive,
she would make an ideal replacement for his present wife.
As his attorney, Jack would slip an envelope filled with cash to the judge, his
marriage to Becky would be annulled, and he would have a new bride to
satisfy his insatiable lust for young stuff. Not that the legality was all that
important, but it did serve two purposes. First, the act of marriage imputed an
ironic aura of legality to this most illegal sexual act, and second, a well placed
political donation with its inherent incrimination tended to keep the authorities
from becoming overly curious about his clandestine business.
He smiled as he thought about what he had observed on his return. He could
not help but notice the adoring looks little Becky was giving Helga. Alma, true
to form, had anticipated him and had taken the extra step of introducing Becky
to the sexual advances of the Swedish lesbian. The child had responded
emphatically to the blonde's relentless seduction, and seemed to be well on
her way to joining the cult of Lesbos.
He made a mental note to tell Paul to add an extra bonus to Alma's fee for the
brilliant way she paved the way for what could have been a difficult transition.
Paul flipped the desk lamp off and headed upstairs. Even though her days
were numbered, little Becky was still an appetizing fuck-child, and it had been
a long time since he had slipped his stiff meat into some tight young pussy.
Passing Mindy's room, he quietly opened the door and peered in. The girl,
sound asleep, had tossed her covers off in the heated desert night and was
totally naked. A full moon was shining through the window, casting a soft blue
glow over the girl's sexy body, and Paul noticed that even in her sleep she was
fingering her pussy.
That girl is a natural sex-pot, he thought to himself. She has responded
eagerly to any scene we introduced to her and appears to have absolutely no
inhibitions. Well, it was time to introduce her to her next and last course, and
then our work will be done and we can go for the big payoff. He shut the door
quietly and headed toward his bedroom and the little fuck-child that was
waiting for him.
Across town, Jack stared at the now silent phone, deep in thought. He had
made his decision and now it was time to do some planning. He would have to
be careful, though. He certainly would not want to fuck up the lucrative
relationship he had with Paul, but it was time he had Carol got a bit more out
of this enterprise than just his retainer and an occasional hot fuck-fest.
NOLA
Chapter 1
"The Beginning"
My name is Nola. I am in grade six. I have a really good friend, Natashia, who
is in grade eight. We do most things together. We sometimes hang out with a
boy, Paul, who is in grade four. We've played together for almost four years;
tag, hide and seek, and similar games.
Now we sometimes play cowboys and indians in the woods with some of the
other kids in school. After seeing some movies, it was inevitable that we would
end up tying up the prisoners. And we did. I know I wasn't the first one tied.
And the boys were tied just like the girls.
I do remember the first time I was tied; I was afraid. But when they tied my
hands behind me and marched me to the Indian camp, I lost all my fear. In
fact, I sort of liked it.
We played several more times, over the spring, summer and fall before I was
found out. It was Natashia who said it when the three of us were alone
together.
"Isn't it strange that you get caught so easily, Nola? I think she enjoys getting
tied up," she said to Paul. "Do you, Nola?"
They looked at me, smiling, and I knew I had to answer. My first response was
a giggle, but then I said, "Whenever you have winners, you have losers. I just
sort of get caught in this game a lot!"
Paul just shook his head, "Natashia, I think you're right. Nola, be honest with
your friends, why do you get caught so easily?"
I answered, "Maybe I just don't want to run through the bush?"
Paul said, "Nola, You're lying. You like to be tied up."
Natashia added, "Well, whatever, it's time for me to get home. Dad said if I
was late for supper again this week, I'd get spanked."
We looked at her with shock. It was Paul who asked, "Do you still get
spanked?" Natashia was fourteen.
Taken aback, she answered, "Well, sure. Don't you guys?"
We shook our heads.
Then I asked, "Who does it to you?"
"Well, sometimes it's my mother, but dad does it when I've done something
really awful."
There was silence as Paul and I thought about it. Spankings were private
things, not often talked about, even with friends. It showed how close we were
that none of us teased Natashia or even laughed at her.
* * *
That night I sat in bed, thinking about what was said that day. I finally admitted
to myself that I did lose often so I could be tied up. I wondered what that
meant. I also wondered about Natashia's spankings.
We played cowboys and indians most weekends and I kept losing.
* * *
One weekend we decided to go for a hike to do something different. We
packed our knapsacks and were properly dressed in heavy shirts, jeans and
hiking boots. We hiked for about two hours then stopped for a rest.
We were laying down when Natashia said, "Hey, I found something at the park
the other day. It might interest you, Nola."
She handed me a magazine. On the cover was a girl dressed in shorts and a
shorty T-shirt. Her wrists were tied in front of her and her elbows were roped
together behind her. Her wrists were pulled tightly against her bare belly. Her
feet were shackled together with a two foot long chain between the ankles.
I just starred at it. When I looked up, I saw Natashia pulling some rope from
her knapsack. "Want to try it?" she asked.
I shrugged, and then replied, "Why not?" I tried to be calm, but expectation
thrilled me.
"Okay," she said, "hold out your wrists, Nola." When I obeyed, she continued,
"I don't think we want to tie your wrists tightly together. Here, let me do it this
way."
She wrapped my left wrist three times, then, leaving about three inches of
slack, she did the same with my right wrist. Natashia nodded her approval at
what she was doing.
"Now, Nola," Natashia said, "pull your wrists back against your stomach as
tightly as you can." When I had done so, she started to my elbows together
behind my back. Natashia stepped in front of me and, after checking how tight
my wrists were to my stomach, she said, "Try to move your hands Nola."
I did, but found I couldn't move them. She smiled at the look of confusion on
my face. "I can't move them, Natashia," I said. She nodded and took the
excess rope and wrapped it several times around my wrists.
She asked, "Want to try the ankle rope too?"
How was I supposed to answer? After a moment's thought, I replied, "Go
ahead. I'll give it a try."
Very quickly, she had three wraps of rope around my right ankle, She knotted
it, then, took the other end and wrapped it around my left boot. When it was
knotted, she said, "Take a couple of steps. I don't know if this will work."
Gingerly, I took a couple steps. Then I tried a little longer step and nearly
stumbled when the ankle rope stopped my progress.
Natashia asked, "Want me to take it off?"
I shook my head. "No, let me try it a little more."
Carefully, I walked around the area. I began to lift my booted feet higher, as if I
were walking normally, and found that I could walk easily, although my steps
were a little shorter. I stood in front of Natashia and said, "I think I can handle
this. Shall we hike?"
Off we went, just like any other group of nine, twelve, and fourteen-year-old
kids, except the twelve year old was bound and gagged.
Paul stayed behind me. I knew he had a thing about a girl's rear end. He was
only nine, going on ten, so I didn't mind. He slapped me twice on the bum as
we walk and whispered to me that he would like to play this game with just the
two of us.
I laughed. Then I whispered back, "maybe". I didn't want to hurt his feelings,
and perhaps I really would play the game with him.
I was tied for almost two hours. It was only when we stopped for lunch, and
after Natashia and Paul heated hot-dogs over the campfire, that she removed
my ropes.
Natashia asked how I felt. I examined the red marks on my wrists and said, "I
feel fine. It was really fascinating to hike that way."
When we were ready to start back, Paul asked me if I wanted to be tied again.
I shook my head, saying, "No, it might not be too good idea going downhill and
somebody might see us. Don't worry, you'll get me again," I promised.
That summer, I think I was tied thirty times.
* * *
One day, when Paul wasn't around, Natashia and I decided to get some sun.
She asked, "Where'll we go?" Then "will you let me tie you up?"
"Sure," was my snappy reply.
"Good!" she said, "I got some things in my knapsack, but that rules out the
pool," Natashia said.
"Why not in old man Lim's backyard?" I suggested.
Natashia shrugged. I agreed to ask him.
Most kids our age wouldn't go near old Lim. Our parents told us not to talk to
him, but, he was always nice to us.
He would let us play behind his old barn and didn't tell on us if we made noise
or anything.
I knocked on his door. Natashia hid behind the garage. She wasn't so sure
about him. Most of the time she thought he acted creepy.
When he came to the door I asked him if we could play in his yard. He asked
me what we were going to play and I told him "cowboys and indians!"
He didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at me with his cold black
eyes, then he answered. "Go ahead."
I murmured a quick thanks and we went out behind his barn.
* * *
"Lay on your belly, Nola," she instructed.
I did. Then, she extended my arms and legs in the form of a huge X. She had
tent pegs and a hammer in her knapsack. Natashia hammered pegs into the
ground about a foot from the furthest one I could reach. After we had stripped
down to our swimsuit's, she wrapped a rope several times around my left wrist.
Then she tied the other end of that rope to the peg just beyond my left hand.
She did the same with my right wrist. Then, she hauled on my legs so that I
was stretched out. After that, she roped my left ankle to one peg and my right
out to the other one.
"How's that?" Natashia asked enthusiastically, "too tight?"
I tried to pull against the ropes. There was no slack. I looked up at her and
smiled, "No, this is okay."
I lay like that for an hour, then she untied me and turned me over, tying me the
same way, except face up.
We did the same thing three other times and didn't even remove the pegs.
Sometime after the third time, old man Lim said that he found the four pegs
when he was mowing the grass and wondered what they were for. I told him
we used them in our game. He didn't say anything. And he left them there.
* * *
Nothing much exciting happened during the next two weeks. Other than I was
tied a lot. My friend took it for granted now that I enjoyed being tied, and she
certainly didn't have any objections.
* * *
It was late in the week. And I was pegged out in Lim's yard. I was on my belly.
Natashia asked me, "Are you reasonably comfortable?"
I replied, "Sure. What's up?"
"Well, I'm going to leave you for a while. You'll be safe here."
I was somewhat suspicious, but I really wasn't too worried. "You won't be gone
long, will you? I mean with you here, I've got protection. By myself, I've got
nothing."
Natashia laughed, and said, "What're you afraid of?"
"Oh, every so often, the dog from across the street comes over here. Or
maybe old man Lim will come out to see what we're doing."
"Don't be a baby, Nola, maybe he will. So what?"
Then she left me.
I really wasn't too distressed. After all it was Mr. Lim's backyard. Nobody else
ever played here. So I just sort of closed my eyes to enjoy the sun's hot rays.
I grown so accustomed to being tied like this that I didn't even notice the
traction. I felt drowsy and I guess I must have fallen asleep. I awoke with a
start, pulling at my bonds, momentarily confused, until I remembered where I
was.
I had no idea how long I slept. My hands were tingling, which meant that I was
tied for about an hour and a half. No big deal: I had been pegged out for two
hours once before.
I began to wonder where Natashia went.
I was startled out of my daydreaming by Lim's voice.
"Nola, what are you doing there?"
"Oh, Hi Mr. Lim. Just getting some sun."
"But you're tied down. Who did this? Here, let me untie you," he said dropping
to his knees near my left wrist.
I giggled. "Natashia tied me. We do it all the time. You don't need to untie me."
Somewhat hesitant, he leaned back on his heels. "Let me get this straight.
You're here because your best friend tied you here?"
"Yes."
"And you're here voluntarily?"
"Sort of."
"And you do it frequently?"
I nodded. I was really embarrassed. If he told anyone...
Lim shook his head. Then he smiled. "Have you been tied before?"
"Yes, probably ten or twelve times."
"So that's what the pegs are really for," he laughed. "Well, if this is what you
want, I won't interfere. Just lay back and enjoy it," he said, as he got to his feet
and walked away.
* * *
Natashia returned with Paul.
Paul said, "Well, I see Nola's at it again. Enjoying yourself?" he asked,
teasingly.
"Sure am. How about you? Like what you see?"
That was the first time any of us had ever said anything suggestive. Oh sure,
we used four letter words like shit and fuck, but we never said anything
suggestive.
There was silence, then Paul grinned and answered, "Sure do. You look
great." I knew he like me tied face down best. He could look at my bum easier
that way.
There was tension in the air.
I turned my head to see Natashia. There was were tears on her face. She was
looking right at me. At that moment, I knew I was found out, that my friend,
Natashia, knew that I really enjoyed being tied up; just like I knew that she got
spanked alot. And I knew that Paul guessed what Natashia and I shared at
that moment.
* * *
It was Paul who suggested it. He said it almost as an afterthought. "Why don't
we strip Nola."
"No," I yelled. Natashia and Paul discussed it and decided not to, at least, right
now. I was really scared they would actually do it.
* * *
After that time, there were a few more instances when I was tied in Mr. Lim's
yard and left there by my friend. Once, I was bound facing a tree. It was big
tree so it was just possible to bind my hands together when I wrapped my
arms around the tree. My legs were tied in back and in front so that I couldn't
move them at all. Fortunately, I was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt so
the tree bark didn't scratch my skin.
Another time, I was tied with my back to the tree and my hands up over my
head but together. Then there was the time that my arms were tied up but
outward so that I looked like a "Y." Not only were my wrists tied but also my
ankles and thighs and belly; and, for the first time, ropes were above and
below my budding breasts. I was embarrassed.
I complained while Natashia roped my chest but only half-heartedly. Secretly, I
was sort of curious to see how it would feel.
With my arms stretched upward and outward, it wasn't as easy for me to sag in
my ropes as I had before when I was tied upright to something. Also, my wrists
got numb sooner. There was enough movement so that I could twist them, and
that, combined with flexing my fingers, kept some feeling in my hands. The
pressure on my breasts was something else. I was somewhat disappointed but
since the ropes were loose, I wondered if it was necessary for them to be tied
tighter to get a thrill.
I wasn't surprised to see Natashia leave. She had experienced difficulties with
first period yesterday. I was not prepared to have Lim come to visit me again.
"That's a new way," he said, walking towards me.
This casual attitude sort of scared me, but I responded, "It's fine." Then I
added, "What do you want?"
"Oh, I thought I would find you here. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. What did you mean, you thought you'd find me here?"
"Well, it wasn't hard to figure out. I saw Natashia leave and, since you weren't
with her, I thought you might not be able to."
I nodded. What he said made sense. I wondered why he was standing there,
studying me. He was looking at the ropes over my breasts. I blushed. I knew
that he saw my reaction but he didn't say anything.
"I've got work to do. Want me to untie you or do you want to just, hang
around?"
We laughed, and I answered, "No, I'm okay. I'll just hang around."
* * *
We were excited as we prepared for our class fieldtrip scheduled the next
weekend. We would be gone for five days. We bought new clothes and
everything was great. And then, the day before the trip, I got sick. I couldn't get
out of bed except to crawl to the bathroom to puke. The day we were
supposed to leave, I couldn't even get out of bed.
I was devastated and so were my friends.
Natashia said the trip wouldn't be the same unless we all went together, but I
managed to gather enough strength to feebly wish them a good trip.
That night, I began to feel a bit better and my mom said that if I felt okay the
next night, she'd drive me to meet the class. That made me feel much better
but the next day, I was just as bad. My mom said it looked like I wouldn't be
able to go, and, tearfully, I agreed.
On the third day, I felt better, but I knew it was foolish to try to go now. The
fourth day, I was really feeling sorry for myself. I felt good but I just sulked
around the house.
Paul interrupted my daydreaming. He had come over to visit me. He was two
years behind me in school and wasn't allowed to go on the trip.
"How're you feeling Nola?" he asked.
"Oh, Paul, I feel fine, but I feel so sad. I really miss Natashia and we had
planned so long for this trip."
He nodded, "I know, but you were really sick. You'll get other chances to
travel."
"Yeah, I know," I replied, somewhat impatiently, "but it won't be the same."
He smiled. "That's allright. I understand your disappointment." After a pause,
he asked again, "Are you sure you feel okay?"
"Hmmm?" I asked. "Oh, yes, I feel fine. Why?"
"Oh, I dunno. I was just wondering if you wanted to spend some time in Lim's
yard. Just the two of us?"
I was astonished. I didn't know what to say. This little nine year old boy was
asking me, a twelve year old girl, if I wanted him to tie me to a tree. He had a
sneaky smile on his face, but I recovered enough to say, "Oh, I guess...Yes, I
guess so."
"I'll get the rope Nola. You change into your shorts and T-shirt."
This perplexed me. This was dangerous ground for both of us but I shrugged
and started for my room when Paul added, "And nothing else."
Startled, I looked around, but he had already disappeared. I had gone bra-less
before. He knew that. I had a training bra but sure didn't have very much to
hide. But no underpants?
In a few minutes, a little boy and a big girl were walking to Lim's place where
boy was about to tie girl. I was struck by the danger of it, but I just marched
along.
When we got to the tree, he astonished me. "Take off your top," he said. I
hesitated, but I saw that he was quite serious.
"What if I don't?" I asked.
"Then you'll get a hard spanking!"
I thought, what the hell, and I didn't have hardly any breasts anyway and he
was just a little boy. I took off my top, leaving myself bare to the waist.
He held out what looked like leather cuffs.
"What's that?" I asked.
"There're special tie-up things. They won't interfere with your circulation. Here,
hold out your wrist and I'll put them on you."
Confused, I held out my left wrist. Quickly, Paul wrapped the cuff around my
wrist and buckled it tight. Then he took my other wrist and did the same with
another cuff. He knelt and put cuffs on both my ankles. He backed me up to
the tree and very quickly I was secured with my wrists up and backwards to
limbs behind me, thrusting my little breasts forward. He secured my ankles so
that I was on my tiptoes with my legs spread out and back. Then he took off
my runners and socks.
If I was surprised by the cuffs, I was horrified when Paul began to wind thinner
rope around my left breast. He put three loops around it; and then, holding it
down with his little fingers, he began to tighten the wraps. My left breast began
to swell outward as the rope tightened at the base. When he was satisfied, he
began work on my right breast. Soon it was swelled out like my left.
Chapter 2
"There, how's that? he asked, stepping back to admire his work.
This was an incredible situation. Here I was tied to a tree half naked. That
wasn't all that unusual, but it was Paul who had tied me. Not only had he tied
me, but he had used leather cuffs. Now I might be naive, but even I knew that
he hadn't run down to the corner store and bought them while I'd been
changing into my shorts. And that was also something; he told me what to
wear, or was it what not to wear. And he had tied up my boobs and touched
them a lot.
After Paul finished tying me, I was just too confused to experience anything for
several minutes. And then the ropes on my boobs began to arouse me.
Whenever I shifted in the ropes, they sawed my skin. Very quickly I began to
experience a warm feeling between my legs. I had never had that feeling
before, at least not quite in this way.
I looked up at the leather cuffs on my wrists. Clearly, these were well used. It
was no use ignoring it: who used them? Who was tied? I was about to ask a
question in my mind when my first ever orgasm hit me. It was beyond belief.
As I writhed in my ropes, the waves of pleasure continued to wash over me.
Then I blacked out. When I came to, I was hanging limply.
I didn't know why it happened. After several minutes, I got both my feet under
me and shifted in my ropes. Right away, I felt the warm feeling building again
between my legs, so I twisted some more. At last I made the connection; the
ropes on my boobs were the trigger. I decided to test my conclusion and
another orgasm hit me. This one wasn't quite as intense, but it was extremely
pleasurable, all the same.
It took me longer to recover this time. But when I did, I was a wiser girl. I knew
what it was about being tied up that drew me to it.
Obviously, being tied up was no longer a childhood game or something you did
just for something to do. A question popped into my mind: Did my friends know
or suspect? Natashia probably knew and Paul, too. That got me thinking about
her little game.
She was spanked regularly. Did she get her kicks from being spanked the way
I did from being tied up? Obviously, I had to pursue that question.
Then Paul returned. He wasn't alone. Lim was with him.
"Enjoying yourself?" he said acidly.
I turned red from embarrassment. Here I was half naked and helpless with an
old man and a little boy watching me. I didn't know what to say. He raised a
questioning eyebrow. "I got a question," I managed to say.
"These cuffs, for instance. They're not new." I said.
He nodded. "I gave them to Paul."
"And these ropes across my breasts. They were very, shall we say,
strategically placed."
He grinned, "I told him about that trick, too. Did it do it?"
Perplexed, I said, "Do what?"
"Give you an orgasm. It's like when boys masturbate."
I blushed. He snorted his impatience. I said, "It was great."
For a long moment, he just stood there and smiled at me. Then he said, "Well,
enjoy yourself.
* * *
The next day, when my friends returned, they were all excited trying to tell me
what they had done. Of course, I was excited for them, but there was
something different. I too had an experience, but I chose not to tell them, at
least not yet. Besides, mine would keep and they were simply being the good
friends they always had been. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed
Natashia eyeing me speculatively.
* * *
Almost a week went by before Natashia and I had a chance to talk.
"Nola," she began, "What happened?"
"Paul tied me up. He made me take my T-shirt off!"
"Wow!"
I nodded, "And without a bra! And Lim saw me!"
She smiled when I told her about the orgasm, "You already knew you enjoyed
bondage. What you experienced yesterday probably won't make you want to
stop."
I hastened to add, "Natashia, I'm real glad you understand. It's just that I do
like it but I want to know why others don't."
"How do you know that the others don't?" she asked.
Stumped for a moment, I stammered, "Well, I guess I just sort of thought
because you tie me all the time......"
"Oh, Nola," Natashia began, "being tied is only half of bondage; someone has
to do the tying."
So I asked, "Do you enjoy being spanked, Natashia?"
She blinked, then blushed, "Not really. It was my father who started spanking
me when mom wasn't around. And his brother, Uncle Jeremy and the
Reverend Harvard."
I thought about that for a few minutes. Her father was a big fat man, easily
weighing about three hundred. His brother, Natashia's uncle, was really old.
He was short and fat. The minister at the church was really creepy. I don't
know how she could stand getting it from those guys.
We sat for several more minutes, then Natashia asked, "You want to be tied
up?"
"Right now?" I asked.
Natashia laughed, "Go and get dressed like yesterday. I'll call Paul."
I went to my room and decided to be really daring so I put on my bikini bathing
suit bottom with my T-shirt. And, of course, no bra.
Natashia was on the phone when I came back downstairs. She hung up and
said, "He'll meet us at Lim's!"
* * *
Paul pulled my hands behind my back and tied them. He then tied my feet
together and pulled them against the tree. He used another rope to tie my feet
to the base of the tree.
The next part was really tough on me. He attached a long rope to my tied
wrists and threw the other end over one of the branches. Then he started to
pull my arms up, forcing me to bend over with my head touching the tree. He
pulled my arms up backwards until I groaned, then he tied the end of the rope
to the tree. Next he tied my bare breasts just like he did yesterday.
"And what do you think of that?" he asked.
This was definitely a terrifying experience. My body was secured and it was
pulling against itself. Yet, even as I considered his question, I experienced that
same feeling between my legs.
"It's definitely different," I managed to say with some strain. "I've never been in
anything like this before."
There was silence for a couple minutes as I tried to get used to this new
bondage position.
"Too much?" It was Lim's voice.
"Nooo, I can handle it," I said. Then I blurted out without thinking, "Are you all
enjoying the view?"
I knew the view I was giving Paul. That's why he tied me that way. I was, bent
over, my legs apart, my arms pulled up backward and my buttocks lewdly
displayed in the skimpy bikini bottom with my breasts bare.
Paul giggled, "It's one of my favourites, although you should be all nude."
"All nude?" I gasped.
"Yeah," he replied, somewhat reluctantly, as if she had said more than he
wanted to say. Paul swatted my behind, saying, "Yes, nothing else. At least
nothing else that would cover this." He spanked my buttocks again.
This frightened me, but the feeling in my crotch was building and I decided to
concentrate on that.
It happened again. It was an incredible experience. Different than the first time.
This time I couldn't move at all. All I could do was pant and groan and
whimper.
After it was over, Natashia asked, "Was it good?" I smiled and nodded, so she
continued, "Now you just stay there for a while and let yourself feel some really
tight bondage."
I really did feel the strain. I kept trying to straighten out my legs, but, of course,
I couldn't. I didn't have any more orgasms but I enjoyed my feeling of
helplessness.
Natashia asked if I wanted to be untied.
"No, not just yet. I can take it," I replied.
"Well, that's good!" continued Natashia, "Because you don't get released until
we've had our fun."
I answered, "Well, you guys do what you want.
I was untied but the ropes were not removed from my wrists or ankles; and,
after a few minutes of stretching, Paul told me to take off my bikini pants.
I was appalled. I was scared. But I knew I had no choice. This had gone past
the point of stopping. Paul was excited. Lim was excited. Natashia was looking
at me with gleaming eyes, a crazy smile on her face. And besides, didn't I
know this was going to happen when I put on those tiny pants? They could
almost see everything anyway.
"Wait!" Paul said, an idea forming in his head. "Let's blindfold her first, so she
can't see what we're gonna do!"
Natashia agreed. Lim just smiled. Paul blindfolded me.
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the pants. I pulled them down and let
them drop around my ankles. I knew where Paul would be looking so I
clenched my buttocks, trying to make them less conspicuous. Lim was
probably looking at my hairless slit.
Paul slapped my bare flesh. "Don't do that," he said.
I relaxed. Hell, he was just a kid, let him have his jollies.
* * *
Paul put four large bricks on the grass in the doorway of the horse stall in the
barn, mid-way between the edges of the doorway. He then made me stand on
the bricks. He then pointed to the upper corners. I nodded and held up my
arms. He motioned for me to stand on my tiptoes and to reach for the corners.
First one wrist, then the other, was secured tightly to the eye bolts in the
corners. I had a little trouble balancing, but I managed. Then, kneeling, he ran
the ropes from my ankles through the hooks in the bottom corners. Then he
said, "Brace yourself," and jerked both ropes. This pulled my legs apart, off the
bricks, and threw all my weight on my wrists.
I yelled. Paul looked up at me, but he held the ropes. He managed to tie one
rope to the other and there I was, hanging by my wrists. This was a serious
undertaking.
"This more interesting?" Paul asked in his whiny teasing voice.
It was hard to talk at first, but I finally managed to groan, "Yes, it is very
interesting."
Paul laughed. "It's a real strain at first, but your mind can control your body and
you'll learn to hang limply."
I was suspicious, but I decided to try to take Paul's advice. I just let my head
fall on my chest and tried to blank my mind.
Chapter 3
I pestered Natashia until she said I could watch her get spanked. I said I would
bring Paul with me. She thought that would be terribly embarrassing, having a
ten year old boy watch her get it. But if I wanted to I should just do it, without
asking if it was okay.
I didn't think anything about it for several days. Then one day, when I got home
from school, my mother said that Natashia called and I could stay over the
weekend if I wanted to. Mom said it was okay.
* * *
"I'm going to Natashia's house." I told my mother after supper on Friday. I
didn't say anything about Paul. My mother didn't like girls and boys staying
overnight together, now that we were getting older.
I picked up my knapsack and went outside.
Natashia's house was only a couple blocks. Paul was waiting for me around
the corner. He was excited, even though he didn't know why I had invited him
along. Being just a little kid, he was used to being rejected by us older kids. He
had a brown paper bag with him.
When we arrived, I was scared. While Natashia had seen me tied up, I had
never seen her spanked. I had no idea how her father might react.
When we entered the house, Natashia's father, Curt, greeted me with a kiss
on the cheek. His breath reeked of stale beer. He said, "Nola, Natashia said
you were coming." He looked at Paul with a strange smile. "Come in, both of
you, and sit down. Natashia is waiting."
Boy, Natashia sure was waiting.
She was wearing a tight halter top and snug, short shorts that hugged her
beautiful behind; they were almost like her bikini underpants. With half of each
cheek exposed, they revealed more than they concealed. Natashia was
certainly better endowed than I was.
It didn't do anything for me but Paul had a good eye for a girl's bum. We all
knew that when we wore anything tight around the buttocks, especially shorts
or our bathing suits, he couldn't keep his eyes off of us. But he wasn't the only
one. At the pool, lots of dads looked too.
And sometimes when Natashia played with us, Paul managed to squeeze her
delicious ass, or maybe trailed a finger across one of her cheeks and goosed
her a little bit and she wasn't even disturbed about it. She was used to the
boys patting her on the behind and giving it a squeeze when they could.
Everybody thought that Natashia had a cute ass, maybe even a great ass, and
she knew it too. Didn't she pick her clothes, more or less, to show it off? Tight
jeans? Spandex skirts revealing everything? Maybe other girls were pissed,
but that didn't bother Natashia in the least. It didn't bother me either.
So when Paul admired Natashia's ravishing rear end, and got away with a
touch, a pat, a squeeze, and now and then, a goose, Nola was not surprised.
Natashia noticed how nervous I was and how agitated Paul was; and she
smiled and then said weakly, "Relax. It's okay. At least, you guys' will have a
good time this weekend!" I thought it was a sick smile.
That told me a lot about Natashia. I continued into the room.
Her father spoke, "Nola, why don't you sit here at the end of the couch, and
Paul, you too."
"Where's your mom?" I asked Natashia.
"She went to visit her mother for the weekend," she answered, "so dad's
having some guys over for a few beers...and stuff." She sounded a little
hesitant, especially with the "and stuff" part.
I peeked at her father. His beer gut undulated when he walked.
The doorbell rang. Curt went to the door and opened it.
* * *
The minister's name was Mr. Harvard. I never even heard his first name. He
was a fundamentalist preacher who was also a member of the local school
board.
He lectured and sermonized a lot about sin, thought about it a lot, and was
prepared to see it scourged out of a sinner.
If he couldn't do the scourging himself, he wanted to watch and to supervise to
be certain that the chastisement was sufficient to atone for the sin. He, of
course, insisted that atonement be preceded by full, honest confession and
that if more extreme measures were needed to get a confession, so much the
better. Eventually she, in his opinion most sinners were female, would confess.
She would be uncomfortable, would certainly cry and probably beg and plead
to be released, but that could not be helped. Once under punishment, she
would be restrained until her confession was heard.
He took one look at the scantily clad Natashia and compressed his lips into a
tight line as he stared at her with flaming eyes.
Now this little heathen needed to confess and be saved, he thought.
"Good afternoon, Reverend," Natashia said shyly.
Curt looked at his brother-in-law with a wide grin.
The doorbell rang a second time. This time Natashia answered it.
* * *
Curt thought about Uncle Jeremy and his idea of discipline. He was one of the
older generation, at sixty, twenty years older than Curt. He was a short, bald,
fat, single-minded, stubborn man, who demanded to be obeyed, and angered
quickly when somebody was naughty. When needed, the guilty recipient was
grabbed and dragged into his private room. Dragged, by an ear or by a nipple
or by a hand, Jeremy didn't care.
And the guilty party would go up over the back of Jeremy's chair, and girl or
boy, it did not matter; well, yes it did matter. Uncle Jeremy was less interested
in spanking the boys when they had been naughty. Bad behaviour from boys
was more or less expected. Even though Curt had gotten it once for something
really serious, although he couldn't remember what it was.
But Jeremy was at his best when the culprit was a girl. He had higher
standards for girls and he insisted on them being observed. He demanded it.
Pants and underwear, shoes and socks, shirts or tops, everything would come
off, legs were spread wide, ankles were fastened to the back legs of the chair,
wrists fastened to the front legs, and the guilty child was given time, a long
time, naked and frightened, to consider the crime.
Sometimes Jeremy would run his hands over the bare bottom before him,
fondling it prior to punishment. Of course, he could not help looking at the
delicious young femininity that was exposed. But he could bear up under the
strain. And then, when plenty of time had passed to think and to worry, only
then would Jeremy take his strap, a sturdy length of leather, long and wide and
wicked.
Jeremy would study the bare flesh, consider the crime and decide on suitable
punishment. All this in total silence, though now and then a guilty girl,
pondering her criminal behaviour and the punishment sure to follow, would
begin to cry in anticipation, feeling in advance the fiery kiss of the leather strap
across her tender buttocks.
Only then Jeremy would give an efficient strapping, long and very slow, with
lengthy intervals between strokes, really fierce, scorching the upturned flesh
flaming red; hearing and ignoring the cries and screams that always came;
paying no attention to the pleas for mercy that he knew he would hear;
laughing at youthful promises to be good, to obey, whatever, if only.....
Uncle Jeremy delivered a judicious thrashing, a noisy one, one that could be
heard by everybody in the house. A little noise was a good thing; everybody
else would know what was happening. The spanking would be accompanied
by screams and tears. It was bound to be remembered, and just might modify
a child's behaviour for the better, though probably not. It would usually have to
be repeated. Many times.
Of course, Jeremy had no personal interest in looking at naked, female
buttocks, even if the ass belonged to one of his nieces or daughters, or
watching it buck and heave as it was repeatedly kissed by that awful strap. He
did not really want to look at young, naked little girl's pussies, at thighs which
would have loved to clench to hide the secret treasures between them, at that
most private spot between parted cheeks. No, not Uncle Jeremy. But did all
this give him a furious erection? Well, maybe.
* * *
Curt certainly remembered. He had watched many such thrashing's, yes, he
remembered well. He, too, had been over the back of that chair, his bottom
bared, everything showing while Uncle Jeremy gave him the treatment, the
whole treatment.
* * *
So when Curt asked Uncle Jeremy, since he was retired and living close by, if
he would come over for the weekend and remind them of the way that things
used to be done, Uncle Jeremy liked the idea just fine.
And just in case, in his overnight bag was the strap, a wicked looking length of
black leather, about three inches wide and twenty-four inches long, with the
end cut into three tongues. It was the same one that Uncle Jeremy had used
years ago.
It was capable of inflicting ass-blistering spanking, if punishment was to
happen. Would punishment happen? Curt would decide. Reverend Harvard
would certainly watch, never going to pass up the chance to see justice carried
out. He would be judge and jury, would indict and convict and pronounce
sentence and Uncle Jeremy would carry it out
Chapter 4
The men were out on the patio. Curt and Jeremy guzzled beer and chewed on
huge, stinking cigars. Reverend Harvard sipped tepid water. The two obese
men were stripped to shorts, letting their flabby hairy bellies flop around and
showing their hairy armpits when they reached for another beer or the
ashtrays.
Jeremy, although he was completely bald, was hairy all over, just like a shaggy
dog. The wrinkled, old minister stayed dressed in his black suit with his tie
correctly knotted although his pot belly was evident. Paul was with them. He
was wearing just his skimpy underpants because he didn't bring his bathing
suit, and his belly hung in a greasy fold over the front. It almost looked like he
was nude. Nola hadn't noticed that he seemed to be getting heavier, What's
with these guys, she thought, don't they care, don't they see?
Nola was looking out Natashia's bedroom window. She groaned. "It looks
just like a pig pen out there," she said in disgust. "It's bad enough they are so
huge but to expose themselves like that..." she stopped, realizing that it was
Natashia's family she was talking about.
"Yeah," Natashia agreed, twisting her face in a look of disgust.
"Pretty gross, isn't it. You got that pig-pen part right! If we could sell the pig-
meat that you see, we'd be rich!"
* * *
"How many beer do you think they've had," Natashia asked. She was sitting on
her bed looking kind of sad.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I guess it's time I got them going if you want to see it!"
"What?" I asked, not understanding what she was talking about.
"Well, you see, Nola. I've got to piss off the Reverend to get it started."
"Why? What started?" I guess I was really stupid. Natashia looked at me like I
was, anyway.
"Spanking, stupid! They need an excuse. Don't you get it?"
"I thought it just happened!" I exclaimed.
"No chance. There has to be a reason. You know my dad's the mayor and the
town constable. He sure doesn't want a scandal."
"Wow!"
"And you'd better not tell anybody about this. Or dad will have to arrest you and
put you in a jail cell. You wouldn't like that! Or would you?"
"No, I guess not!"
"Come on Nola, get with it. I'm just kidding."
I looked at my friend with tears in my eyes. She was going to start this just so I
could see her get it.
"The thing is, I've got to get them horny. This is really a sex show. That's easy
with dad because mom doesn't even sleep in the same room with him.
Because of his weight and all. And he peeks at my ass all the time when he
thinks I don't know he's around. But the others, they just need an any excuse
so I'm going to give them one. And you can help."
"How?" I stammered.
"First off, you got to show some skin. I'll seem okay out by the pool, so get into
a pair of my shorts and a halter top or something. I've got some old stuff that
should fit you, when I was littler. And remember, when this starts, it won't stop,
so don't interfere. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it," I said. But really I hadn't.
"So get ready to watch a play which is going to combine striptease, moral self-
righteousness, spanking and sex as a blood-sport."
* * *
I changed into a pair of Natashia's old shorts and halter top. Then I followed
her down the stairs and we headed toward the patio.
"No turning back now," she grimaced.
They were all watching us. I just followed Natashia. She went right to Jeremy
and put her arm around his neck. Then she picked up his beer bottle and took
what looked like a long drink. I was stunned.
She sat on his lap for a few minutes then took one of his cigarettes from a half
empty pack and lit it. She drew in deeply and expelled a cloud of smoke
directly at Reverend Harvard. I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought I was
dreaming. Natashia didn't smoke and drink. Or at least I didn't think she did.
The look on the Reverend's face was appalling.
* * *
On a sunny Friday night, Nola and Paul were at Natashia's house with Jeremy
and Curt sitting and watching while the Reverend Harvard marched Natashia
around the room, holding an ear lobe firmly between thumb and forefinger.
Natashia's hands already fastened behind her back, her wrists tied together
with a length of sash-cord that Jeremy remembered to bring, just in case.
This is exactly what Uncle Jeremy would have done twenty years earlier. The
Reverend emphasized loudly the part of about the thorough spanking on her
bare buttocks. He loosened Natashia's belt buckle, and with a tug, pulled her
tight, sexy shorts down over her hips, and as soon as they were down to her
knees, reached up and grabbed the nylon panties, tugging them down too.
This also was just like Uncle Jeremy, who almost as much as anything liked
that first look at the bare ass which would get his attention.
Now nude from the waist down, Natashia gasped in embarrassment, not
wanting her uncle, her father, and her friends looking at her body. They stared.
All of them had seen this breath taking ass a thousand times before, but
always clothed, only her father had see it bare. And she looked as good, semi-
nude as they had imagined.
Jeremy was trying to conceal it, but he had a furious hard-on and all he could
think of, just then, was which of a thousand different things he could do with it,
with Amy as an unwilling partner in each fantasy.
The Reverend looked up, noted that Jeremy and Curt were hard as a rock, but
said nothing. He thought that Natashia had better get used to being nude
before them, that they would be seeing all there was to see on a fairly regular
basis from now on, if he had his way, though he had no intention of turning
Natashia over to Jeremy for his pleasure. No, the minister was positive that
this teenager would get her share of fucking in the future, but Jeremy was not
going to be the sex partner.
But one thing that was very much in his plan; that Natashia would learn
obedience, total obedience, absolute obedience. Starting right now!!!
The Reverend's hand drew back, and he gave Natashia an explosive, hard
crack with his bare hand on Natashia's naked ass, leaving a bright, flaming
pink hand-print on Natashia's ass. Natashia squealed, not realizing that a
single hard blast from a bare hand could hurt so much. The second swat on
the other cheek hurt even more, and the slow, even spanking, each stroke
alternating from one cheek to the other had her crying almost hysterically in
only a few moments.
Jeremy was delighted to notice that as the spanking was applied, hard and
slow, and that Natashia quickly forgot about trying to hold her legs together.
After the third or fourth smack, he could see pussy almost constantly. And
better yet, the Reverend seemed perfectly aware that everyone could see and
was looking, and further that the men had furious erections. Jeremy knew full
well that there was no way that Curt or the Reverend was going to let him fuck
this delicious teenager; that his pleasure would be simply visual, at least for
now.
But Jeremy had lusted after Curt's sexy daughter for a long time, and he knew
that sooner or later his moment would come, that some opportunity would
arise when he got this delightful cutie nude when Curt wasn't around. His
interest was heightened even more when the Reverend pulled up Natashia's
tank-top, discovered that she was wearing a strapless bra that hooked in front,
unhooked it and tossed it on the floor, and let Natashia's full, luscious breasts
swing free, the pink nipples standing erect, obviously from fear.
So now the men had a look at the whole package, completely naked Natashia.
Jeremy could wait, would have to wait, but his fantasies multiplied. And when
the Reverend seized each jutting nipple between thumb and forefinger and
firmly squeezed, Natashia gasped in agony and cried and begged for
forgiveness.
When the minister ordered her to spread her legs, she did it immediately.
Jeremy's eyes almost popped out at this humiliating act.
Paul was ecstatic. He was twisting and groaning as he watched the obscene
spectacle. Nola just stared.
He started the spanking again, another series of very hard swats with his bare
hand to Natashia's heaving, twisting ass. All the twisting in the world would not
make Reverend Harvard miss. One hard stinging shot after another, each one
accompanied by crying, by pleading, by begging to forgiveness, by promises to
be good. Nothing helped. Nothing would have helped. He gave it to her as
hard as he could swing, lecturing her with each swat, colouring the beautiful,
breath-taking buttocks bright red.
The way the Reverend taught obedience was the old fashioned way, applied
hard and slow to a naked bottom, and the more heaving, twisting, crying,
screaming and begging for forgiveness, the better!! He would not forget and
would not forgive. He would control. Absolutely. And that is what he was doing,
right now. Taking absolute control.
* * *
For Natashia it had been an absolutely horrible evening so far, and now was
threatening to get even worse. She had been stripped, stark naked, and then
spanked, thoroughly spanked on her bare buttocks, in front of her father, her
uncle, and her best friends by that hideous Reverend, something that she had
never, in wildest imagination thought would ever happen to her. She thought of
the evening's humiliating events, of being caught and stripped naked and
shown off nude and terrified, and of the hard spanking.
And the worst thing, when the bastard took her cute little panties off her
gorgeous ass, he rubbed his hands across her buttocks, gently fondling each
lovely, naked cheek, and then, found a path between her thighs and tested
how it felt to run a finger into teen-aged pussy and feel her body just writhe
when he found her clitoris.
She began to cry all over again.
* * *
Reverend Harvard took Natashia by an ear, and led her into the house. She
looked a mess. She was crying, knowing that she was going to be punished
again. But not yet. Her hands were unfastened and she was pushed into the
shower, given a bar of soap, ordered to scrub, and when she was spotless, to
present herself, naked, in the basement. Natashia showered, slowly, taking as
long as possible to scrub herself, not anxious at all to go to the basement.
She was still in the shower when the door burst open, her Uncle Jeremy
walked in, reached into the shower stall, turned off the water, and grabbed her
by a still erect nipple. Twisting and pulling, he said to her, "Let's go little girl,
you're keeping us waiting."
He tossed her a towel, watched her dry off, and spanked her red, throbbing
bare ass to speed her up, and then followed her as she ran, naked, down the
stairs to the basement. She expected everyone to be there waiting. They were!
Natashia thought that the Reverend was the one she feared the most. He was
the typical do-gooder, fundamentalist, fire breathing, hell threatening hypocrite.
She did not know what they were going to do to her now, but she knew that it
would not be good for her.
* * *
Uncle Jeremy fastened her into cuffs. Her arms were attached behind her
back. She was totally naked and totally petrified. She was standing before
them, her nipples erect from fear and cold. The Reverend was standing in the
centre of the damp, smelly room, holding Jeremy's leather strap. Jeremy and
her father were seated, staring at Natashia's nipples and at her curly pubic
triangle. Nola and Paul stared at Natashia, Nola with compassion, Paul with
lust.
Uncle Jeremy was hoping that the preacher would turn the teenager over to
him for punishment; and for Jeremy, punishment meant first a blistering, bare
ass whipping and then, hopefully, fucking. Now, he was afraid, Natashia would
get her's all right, but she would get the strap from the minister and the
fucking, maybe even up the ass, from that rotten, lecherous so-called
preacher, as well. Well, he thought, at least he would get another look at
Natashia's delicious bare ass.
The Reverend knew that this girl was a secret sinner, in thought as well as
deed and she needed to be scourged and to be examined.
He looked forward to the occasion with great joy.
* * *
Nola fantasized that it was her ass getting ready for the spanking with the
wicked leather strap. She imagined the furious, welting agony as the strap tore
into her bare buttocks, making her writhe in exquisite torment, making her cry
and squirm, and almost making her cum in the process. And she imagined the
preacher, nude and erect, huge and hard and demanding. And that it was her
body that was being slowly, forcefully penetrated, opened wide, and fucked!
She knew that if she was thrashed by that vile man the spanking would be only
the beginning. Nola knew, just knew, that her own naked body would get
violated. She knew that Natashia and Paul would be there, watching. But so
would those two fat slobs.
* * *
Natashia was getting spanked with the strap, slowly, hard, encouraged to
confess. He made Natashia tell him in full detail everything. She told; how
Nola like to be tied up, how she got sexual release from it; how Paul liked to
look at a girl's bum; including the fact that Nola expected to be stripped by the
Reverend, spanked, and...and...other things. He was delighted. He ordered
Jeremy to bring Nola over for questioning and penance.
* * *
The Reverend demanded to know all, and got the full, glorious details of Nola's
pleasure with the ropes. Nola was terribly frightened, but much more excited
than scared.
"Let's see what this disobedient little girl looks like. Get her clothes off of her."
Jeremy pulled the halter top over Nola's head and Nola was twisted around,
showing off her tiny, bare breasts and her very erect pink nipples. Jeremy
fondled Nola's tits, massaging the erect nipples.
The Reverend nodded, perhaps in approval. Next, Nola's shorts came down
followed by her panties. Jeremy spun her around again, this time showing off
her maturing buttocks. She was built exactly the way the preacher liked girls to
be built, nice little breasts, nice thighs, nice hips, great ass, a hairless pink slit.
The preacher was furiously erect, making no effort to hide his very obvious
hard-on. He was going to give it to this cutie soon, and probe her sexy holes if
he could get away with it. He reached for her, and pinched her naked ass. And
then drew back his hand and gave her a hard spank on the right cheek,
leaving a pink imprint. She squealed, more in shock than in pain.
The two girls were interrogated together, ordered to confess their sins. He
wanted especially to hear about lesbian love play. They both denied that
perverted act. But Nola quickly admitted to the bondage and the sexual relief
she got from it.
* * *
The preacher was horrified. Reverend Harvard was hugely erect. He
undressed, showing them a monstrous, thick hard-on. It looked gigantic,
terrifying to the two young girls. He also had the leather strap.
The two children were laid, side by side over a bench, naked, buttocks raised,
legs spread, wrists fastened behind their backs. Both girls were lectured. Both
were punished; the strap firmly dishing out its wicked strokes on first one ass
and then the other. Both bare behinds turned pink and then red as the leather
did its insidious work. It was a loud, noisy spanking, and certainly very vicious.
Both girls cried and begged for forgiveness.
The preacher explored Natashia's asshole with a crooked finger, stretched her
out with a second finger, and slowly inserted his monstrous cock, pushed it
through the sphincter, and buried it in her.
Jeremy watched the insertion, watched every single stroke, silently cheering
the pervert on as he took her ass, watching as he reached his hands under
her, grasped her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and squeezed. She
was entirely helpless. She knew now that he would take her to total, heaving,
bucking orgasm as soon as he wanted to and that there was nothing,
absolutely nothing that she could do to stop him.
Then Jeremy picked up the strap and really laid into Nola's ass while her friend
was being ass fucked. The force of the blows was greater than Nola would
ever have imagined for starters. Red streaks appeared on each cheek.
"How're those for starters?" Jeremy asked the leering Curt.
Without taking his eyes from the obscene performance he answered, "Just
right big brother. Keep it up."
Curt began a rhythmic application of the strap to Nola's ass. He resumed his
previous position and began to swing the leather. The initial strokes caught
Nola on the ass, but soon Jeremy was hitting her on the thighs and back.
* * *
Paul was mesmerized. He'd never dreamed it would be like this. Oh, he'd read
about whipping, but to actually see the scalding of a friend's ass and legs, well,
that was really something. He enjoyed listening to Nola grunt and groan as her
body absorbed the force and the pain of each stroke.
He looked over at Natashia's father. He was smoking and drinking beer,
staring intently at Nola's surging ass and the Reverend fucking his daughter's
ass. This jolted him. And then he caught Curt jerking furiously on his huge
cock.
Wow
Chapter 5
Finally, dropping the strap, Jeremy said, "We'll let her rest a bit if that's okay
with you Curt. We got the rest of tonight and tomorrow, too"
Curt said, "Don't matter to me. Whatever you guys want is fine with me."
When the whipping and fucking was finished and Natashia and Nola were
released, Natashia said we would be having pizza for supper.
While we waited for the pizza to be delivered, the men drank and smoked and
talked about the rest of the night.
* * *
The next morning, after three pieces of toast, Natashia threw down her crust
and said, "Shit."
Looking up, the Reverend replied, "What did you say?"
"I said 'shit'," she repeated. "I need a break. This is just too intense."
He replied, "What you mean is that you need your ass paddled."
She said nothing for a moment, then, after lighting a cigarette, she said, "You
ready to do me, dad?"
Curt nodded. Natashia stood and went back down to the basement. Everyone
followed. She stripped naked and this time she lay along the length of the six
foot bench. Curt quickly bound her ankles to the back legs then pulled her tight
and tied her wrists to the front legs, tightening Natashia so she couldn't move.
After locking the basement door, Curt stripped then picked up a vicious
looking riding crop.
I undressed to my panties, but Jeremy ,the Reverend and Paul didn't.
He hefted it the crop and swung it around in the air.
Then, without warning her, he hit the left cheek of her ass as hard as he could.
The crack sound echoed in the room and, almost involuntarily, Paul said,
"god."
Natashia shrieked, and looked up at me. She was surprised to see my bare
tits and her eyes bulged, but then she said, "Like your dress."
He hit her at least thirty times with that whip. And when he was done, her back
and ass and thighs were criss-crossed with the thin red lines.
CARI
For as long as I remember, the thought of being the "victim" was always
exciting. And during my childhood, there were people around me that made
this desire even more real, whether I wanted them to be or not.
I was eleven the first time..
You could say I was a loner at that age. Few of the other girls were really
interested in being my friend. It didn't help that both my mother and father were
alcoholics and the whole town knew it. So, I spent alot of time alone.
My parents were brutal to me at times, locking me in my room, going without
dinner, leaving me for hours on end. But, there was one person who would
come over and play.
His name was Casey. And, at this time, he was just turning fourteen.
He would watch for when my parents left the house and would come over,
sometimes helping me with my homework, sometimes just playing a board
game. A couple of times my parents came home and found Casey in the
house, but, they were usually too drunk to say anything.
Finally, in early October, Casey had gotten the courage to ask my parents
whether it would be alright to watch me after school.
Since there had been a little tussle between them and the local juvenile
authorities about leaving me alone, they were all too glad to accept his offer.
It wasn't as though I was incapable of taking care of myself. For that matter,
there were very few people that even thought I was eleven. I was just under
five feet tall, rather pretty, and well proportioned. My blonde hair was cut very
short, like a boy’s cut.
The rest of my body was also a lot like a boy’s. My brests were tiny, with small
pea- sized pink nipples and a few freckles.
All in all, however, it was good to have company like Casey.
One afternoon, Casey had arrived at my house even before I had gotten home
from school. He had stopped at the store and had bought us milk and
cookies.
Eagerly, I put my coat into my room and returned to the kitchen where I joined
him. As we ate, Casey seemed to be pre- occupied with a thought.
"What are you thinking about ?" I asked him.
"Aw, nothin." he replied.
"Come on..."
"Oh, allright." he said, finishing the last of his milk. "I was reading this book
that my father had, and it was about a guy who took this woman prisoner."
"Yea..." I asked, as he drifted off in thought again.
"Cari, have you ever thought of being captured, and being someone's
prisoner?", said, looking deadly serious.
"Uh, no." I answered, just a little scared at the thought of it. "Why do you ask?”
He thought for a moment. "We can try playing a game like that if you want to."
Now it was my turn to think. "What did this guy do to the woman ?"
Casey seemed to be getting uncomfortable. "It's hard to explain." he said, "I
would really have to show you."
Again, I thought. Casey was always there for me, never asking for any- thing,
and just wanting to be my friend. I really didn't see any reason for me to worry,
besides, it had been pretty boring around here.
"Ok, lets play." I said.
A smile came over Casey's face. "Great !" and with that, he got up from the
table and went to the cabinet under the sink, where there was some cord
wound in a ball.
"Whats that for ?" I asked him.
"You'll see."
Casey asked me to get changed out of my school clothes and into something
old. So, looking in my closet, I found an old brown dress that buttoned down
the front. I quickly put it on and re-joined him in the living room.
"Now what ?" I asked.
"Ok, make believe you are watching TV and I'll sneak into the house and get
you." he said, smiling.
Casey quietly left the room, and I went over to the TV, turning it on. Then I sat
on the couch and pretended I was all alone.
A few mintues went by. The TV droned on, but I wasn’t watching it.
I was “pretending.”
“Poor me.”, I was thinking, “Only eleven years old, alone and defenseless in
this big old house. What horrible fate would happen to me if…”
“Uhhnnnggg!” I grunted, as strong arms surrounded me from behind, crushing
me in their grip. A hand clamped over my mouth.
"Don't move, or I'll kill you." he said, in a frightening voice.
I sat motionless on the couch. He moved to the front of me, then pushed me
down into a laying position. He scooped me up from the couch, very gently
carrying me into the kitchen.
While I had been changing, he had cleared the table. He carried me to the
empty table and put me down.
"Make believe you passed out." he said, so I closed my eyes.
He picked up my right arm, and dropped it. Remembering I was supposed to
be passed out, I let it fall to my side. As I peeked one eye open, I could see
Casey was smiling.
He went to my feet, then pulled me down towards him, until he had centered
me on the table top.
Then he moved to my head, took my arms and placed them over my head,
spread to each corner of the table.
A moment later, I could feel the cord being wrapped around my left wrist. I
heard a pair of scissors snipping at the cord, then watched out of squinted
eyes as he tied the end to the table leg.
Casey did the same to my other wrist, just as quickly and silently. I heard him
walk to the bottom of the table, then felt his hands wrap around my slender
ankles. Slowly, he spread my legs wide apart.
I could feel the cool October air rush up between my legs. He slipped off my
shoes and socks. I wanted to say something. Even at my early age, I had a
rough idea of where this was leading.
I wasn’t sure of the details of what he was going to do to me. But, whatever it
was, it was going to be dirty and nasty and wrong.
And I would not be able to do a thing to stop him from doing things, any things,
whatever dirty nasty sexy things he was going to do to me.
I tried, I really did. I tried to think of something to say, some way to stop him. I
even opened my mouth. But no words came out, just a soft gurgle.
I felt the cord wrap around my right ankle, then my left. He tied each end to the
table leg. And when he was through, I was lying there, spread eagled on the
kitchen table.
I went to move, but found that Casey had tied me much tighter than I had
expected.
I opened my eyes and Casey was standing over me. I was totally defensless to
his every desire, and that was giving me a tingling sensation in the pit of my
stomach down between my legs.
Silently, Casey reached to the top button of my dress, and unbuttoned it.
"CASEY !" I said, rather pissed off. Casey stood there with a look of
disappointment on his face.
"Come on, it's only a game." he said.
I looked at him, then lowered my head back to the table. Ok, I had thought to
myself, 'let's see how far this goes.'
He reached for the second button, and slowly unbuttoned it. He continued,
until the dress was completely unbuttoned. I could feel the coolness of the air
brushing against the small line of now exposed skin between the flaps of my
dress.
I was becoming more frightened, and more excited. The tingling became more
intense, and turned into a warm wetness between my legs. Slowly, he slid his
hands inside of my dress, parting the material.
Beneath the dress I was wearing a training bra, because of my size, and a pair
of white cotton panties. The cool air was taking it's toll on my nipples, which
were hardening under the flimsy bra.
I looked up at Casey. He had this weird look on his face. His hand moved to
my heaving breast. He gently caressed the rock hard nipple with his palm.
It felt incredible, like an electric shock through my body. I moaned. Fantasy
had merged with reality now that I was really tied up and helpless. I was
feeling things I’d never felt nor even knew existed before then.
Emotional things like fear and anticipation were swirling around in my head.
And my body was assaulting me with physical things, both pleasure and pain
that overwhelmed what little senses I had left.
Casey then took the scissors in his hand, and inserted the blade into the
sleeve of the dress, cutting it to the collar. He went to the other sleeve, doing
the same thing.
Then, putting the scissors down onto the table, he pulled the remains of the
dress from off of my now shivering body, leaving only in bra and panties.
Casey didn't stop there. He picked up the scissors again, and inserted the
blade into the strap of my bra. With a quick snip, it was cut. And, in a moment
later, so was the other. He slid the blade between mt breasts, and a snip, and
my bra was in pieces. This too, he pulled from my body.
His hands moved to the small mounds of my breasts. I instinctively tried to
move my arm to push his hand away, but, I was unable to move.
I began to squirm and struggle at the cord that bound me, but, it was no use.
The sight of me struggling made Casey even more excited. He took the nipple
of my left breast between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it slightly.
I bit my lip in pain, but, didn't cry out. My toes arched outward, my ankles
struggling at the cord.
Casey moved his lips to my right breast, taking my nipple into his mouth.
I had never felt this way before. There was a burning between my legs, one
that seemed to get worse every moment that passed.
His hand moved to the softness of my stomach, his finger toying at my belly
button, which protruded slightly. Then his hand moved lower, to the waistband
of my panties. His hand slid beneath them, down to my hairless cunny. He slid
his finger over my small opening, gently massaging the soft petals of my bald
cunny lips.
Playing with myself was nothing new for me. It was a way of passing the time
when I was alone. But, with Casey touching the spot that had only previously
been touched by me was even more exciting. I felt his finger part my small
petals to my tight little hole. His finger darted in and out, but, it was just too
tight for him.
He slid his hand out from my panties, and raised his head. By this time, I was
well on my way to cumming. I was whimpering almost constantly now, lost
somewhere between reality and fantasy.
He picked up the scissors again and slid the blade beneath the waistband of
my panties to the side. He snipped, the material giving way easily, then he
snipped the other side, pulling the panties from me with the other hand.
Casey then got on the table, straddling me, and looking down into my eyes.
He paused, and we paused, and the world paused.
Captor looked down at helpless Captive, savoring his complete control over
this defenseless little girl beneath him.
And Captive looked up at Captor, eyes unfocused, and mind awash in waves
of fear and pleasure and pain…. and submission. Sweet submission, that
rush that comes from total loss of control to another.
The silence stretched and our eyes stayed locked until I could take it no
longer.
“Please….” I whimpered.
I didn’t have to say what I was asking of him, we both knew.
Casey and Cari…..Captor and Captive.
He began with my bound wrists, carressing me from my arms, to my breasts,
then sliding off the end of the table, moving down my body to my ankles.
He slowly moved his tongue to my ankle, then, licking upward, worked his way
up my leg, to the inner part of my thigh, finding my pussy open to his attack.
I felt that I was losing my mind. My body writhed and arched and jerked of its
own accord, with no conscious direction from me. My hips gyrated to each
move of his tongue. I had lost the power to speak again and was making
inarticulate grunts and groans.
Nothing in my short life had prepared me for the strength and depth of the
sensations I was feeling. I was completely and utterly overwhelmed.
He licked my small hole, down as far as he could, then moved upward once
again. He darted his tongue to the entry of my virgin puss, gaining a little.
Then I came. Several loud, gutteral noises came from somewhere deep inside
me. My tiny body jeked and arched, then stiffened. Straining against the
ropes that restrained me, I quivered, my body locked in a painful arch.
Pleasure filled my world I was aware of nothing else for long seconds. Then I
felt warm fluids gush out from my hairless pussy and my orgasm collapsed, as
did my body. I fell back to the table with a THUNK and laid there, limp.
Casey stopped, worried that perhaps he had hurt me, but, seeing the
expression on my face, he knew all too well that I was thoroughly enjoying it.
He moved from the table, then began to open his pants.
I began to get frightened once again, for I had never seen the private parts of
any boy before.
In a moment, he stood naked from the waist down. He moved to where my
head was, brushed the hair that was sticking to my cheek away, then placed
his dick close to my mouth.
"Open." he said.
Obiediently, I opened my mouth. There was a clear fluid coming from the
head, which tasted salty, but, not too unpleasant.
"Suck on it." he commanded.
I closed my lips around the head of his cock. He pushed foward, slipping his
shaft into my mouth. I sucked hard, but, was careful not to bite him. Several
times he thrust himself deeply, almost choking me. He continued to move in
an in and out motion. I felt him getting harder, his dick throbbing in my mouth.
He moved his hand to my breast, massaging it gently. I continued to suck.
When he came, it was a surprise. I felt the hot sticky liquid shoot to the back of
my throat. I felt myself gagging, but had no time as he squirted sperm into my
helpless mouth again, and again. My cheeks puffed out, filled even though I
was swallowing desparately.
Finally he stopped spurting and pulled out. His cock made a soft plopping
noise when it left my mouth. My head made a soft thunk as he let it drop back
down to the table.
I stared sideways out of glazed eyes while some of Casey’s sperm drooled out
of my slack lips and onto the table.
I was exhausted, feeling my arms and legs aching. I laid back on the table, no
longer struggling at the cords.
Casey moved quickly, cutting the cords from my wrists and ankles, then
cutting what was left off of the table legs. He took the cord and what remained
of my clothing and placed it into a trash bag.
He moved to the side of the table and picked me up, carrying my limp,
exhausted body to my room. He laid me on my bed, then left the room for a
moment. When he returned, he had his clothes in his hand, as well as the K-Y
Jelly from the bathroom.
He climbed onto the bed with me.
I had had enough, but,I was too weak to fight him off. He slid himself between
my legs, then laid on top of me. I could feel the head of his cock pressed
against my virgin pussy.
He slowly pushed. Even as slippery as I was from my own juices, I was still too
tight for him. He spread my legs as far apart as he could, but still, no luck.
Casey then laid on his side, laying my legs across him. He took the K-Y Jelly
and spread it over the once again throbbing head of his cock. He took what
remained on his finger and slid it to my hairless cunny.
His finger, with the added lubrication began to slip into my tight hole. He
coated the inside of my pussy with the Jelly, then moved himself into position.
As his cock pressed to my cunny hole, I could feel the head slowly going into
me. It was a little painful, but, I lay there, motionless, limp, and unresisting.
I may not have been tied, but I was still his Captive, still defenseless, still being
dominated, still submissive.
He pushed again, I could feel the small head of his dick inside me now. Instad
of pulling out, Casey continued pushing foward, going deeper inside of me. He
reached my hymen, and with a thrust, took my virginity. I cried out in pain, but,
Casey was too wrapped up in the whole thing to pay any attention.
He cupped his hand over my mouth to stop any more of my crying. He began
to thrust deeper, moving rythmically. Soon, it began to feel good. I could feel
the burning once again deep inside of me. My hips began to follow Casey's
rythmn, to the point that at each thrust, he was buried inside of me.
I came first, jerking around the bed as though I were in a spasm. Casey's hand
moved to my breast again, pinching at my nipple. The pain was causing me to
move into still another orgasm. I arched my legs up. Casey pulled out only for
a moment, then positioned himself between my legs, lying on top of me.
He took my legs and pushed them upward, till my knees were almost touching
my shoulders. He went inside me again, pushing hard.
With me wide open and defenseless beneath him, he began driving into me,
pounding his hips into my exposed pussy again and again till I could feel his
dick spasming inside of me, which made me come once again.
One cum began to blend with another as I felt his cock bloat inside me,
stretching my little-girl tube more on every stroke until he was buried
completely.
He stiffened, then hunched forward again as hard as he could. I felt the head
of his cock force itself into my womb and push hard at the very back wall. I
could feel my wall stretch and, for a moment, I imagined his cock tearing
through it and driving up into my body cavity. The fear caused by that thought
launched me into another cum.
Casey gave a grunt, and I felt his cock throb hard. He had stuffed me so full of
cock that I could feel the throb start at the very base of his shaft and move
along it toward the tip.
Time seemed to slow down for me, and I could distinctly feel a bulge move
deeper into me. It seemed to get larger as it neared the head, which was still
squashed against the back wall of my womb.
When it reached the head, I felt a hot gush of fluid way up inside me. I knew
this was Casey’s sperm. He was spurting it up inside me and I couldn’t move
a muscle to stop him. He gave another grunt, and I felt another throb, another
bulge, another gush of hot sticky sperm.
I came, gurgling and jerking and spasming.
Casey came, grunting and throbbing and bulging and squirting.
It seemed to go on forever.
I could feel his sperm oozing out of my little-girl cunny. My crotch was getting
slimy and sticky.
And he was still squirting his sperm into me.
Finally, he was through. He fell lifeless on top of me, both of us being
exhausted. We finally got up the strength to get up.
I stood up on rubbery legs. I immediately felt a gush of wetness between my
legs. I looked down to see ropy stings of sperm drooling out of my cunny and
running down both thighs. I grabbed one of my shirts off the floor and stuffed it
between my legs and waddled into the bathroom to clean up.
We finished clearing up the house just in time for my parents arrival.
It was a "unique" afternoon for Casey and I.
It changed our lives, especially mine.
For there were many other afternoon games of “Casey the Captor” fucking
“Cari the Captive” senseless.
And many more “waddles” with something suffed between my legs to soak up
the sperm running out of me.
I was 12 when Casey began bringing other “Captors” into the games.
But that’s another story…..
TONI
Toni still couldn't believe how quickly it had happened. She had stayed late
after her final exams and, with the help of a forged ID, had had a few drinks
with her classmates.
Her friends had wanted to go on drinking, had offered to drive her home if she
would join them, but she had not. She hadn't wanted to worry her folks.
A brief bus ride later and she was taking a shortcut down a tree lined lane, the
same shortcut she took during daylight hours to save a two block detour.
It was almost funny, in retrospect, how every decision she had made seemed
to conspire against her.
Almost funny.
As she walked along the lonely stretch she became aware of footsteps behind
her. Suddenly she was acutely conscious of the effect her peach, two piece
outfit had from the rear.
The skirt was cut short, just above her knees, and had a slit in back to help
show off her white patterned nylons. The lightweight jacket made swishing
sounds as it brushed against her crisp white blouse, its broad bow trailing
strips of cotton in the breeze.
As the footsteps drew closer, she fought down an urge to bolt, apprehension
warring with the fear of appearing foolish should it turn out to be an
acquaintance or neighbor. Still she found herself quickening her pace.
Suddenly two things happened so fast that Toni could not even say which
happened first. A man leapt out from behind some bushes in front of her, a ski
mask on his face; while a strong arm encircled her from the rear, pinioning her
arms.
Before her eyes appeared a calloused hand, which clamped itself over her
mouth.
Toni struggled against her imprisonment, not heeding the way her breasts
quivered against the arm that held her. A glint of steel made her stop
struggling. the man in front of her had a gun pointed directly in her face.
Toni felt her knees go weak, and she almost urinated from the fear, but some
shred of absurd decorum prohibited her from doing so. He brought the gun
right between her eyes. she could smell its oily aroma. Her brown eyes
widened almost comically.
"You'll do exactly what you're told, right?" the man with the gun asked.
Toni nodded.
"Through these bushes," he commanded.
Toni willed her feet to move. The man behind her never once loosened his
grip. Through the trees they moved into a clearing and Toni felt gorge rise in
her throat. Undoubtedly she was going to be raped, perhaps even killed.
The man behind her forced her to her knees on the ground and uncovered her
mouth. she gulped in huge gasps of fresh air, stopping when she noticed the
way her heaving breasts were pushing out her blouse. The buttons were
straining to hold the thin fabric together. It was because her arms were pulled
tightly behind her she realized.
"Open your mouth," she was commanded by the man before her, the one with
the gun. She became uncomfortably aware of the position of his crotch in
relation to her mouth. As soon as her lips parted he poked the blunt gun barrel
between her lips.
She started to moan. She was going to die! Three blocks from home!
"Shut up! I'm not going to kill you. You're going to be too much fun,”
In spite of the terrible implications of his words, Toni could focus on little other
than his promise not to kill her. She did as she was told, holding still while the
man behind her loosened his grip.
She was told to clasp her hands behind her back. The man who had held her
produced a pair of shiny steel handcuffs from a small satchel and ratcheted
them tightly against her wrists.
The cold steel sent a chill to the depths of her soul. Their feel seemed horribly
permanent.
Immediately the cuffs began to chafe her skin. The man with the gun withdrew
it from her lips (her teeth chattered against the barrel as he did so) and ran a
finger delicately along her jaw.
"How does a chick with such a nice bod get such pudgy cheeks? You're other
cheeks nice and plump? Nah, they looked firm to me. You must use the
cheeks for storage... You store nuts, honey, just like a squirrel?"
Toni was afraid to move or talk.
"Those lips are just right, though. Nice and full. Your mouth will look great
wrapped around by cock."
"I--I'll b--blow you," Toni stammered, "if you l--let me go."
"Hell, sweetheart, I’m gonna keep you for a while. And you'll blow me lots
more than once."
She wanted to will them away, but tears were the only sign she could give the
man. Somehow tears could not communicate her hate. She knew already
that tears were just what he wanted. What they both wanted.
"C'mon, let's get her out of here. Lots of time later to play," came the voice
behind her.
His hand appeared before her, an odd assortment of leather straps and a red
ball clutched tightly.
"He's right. We really want to show you our place, but we don't want to hear
your chatter on the way. A woman should be fucked, not heard."
He took the strange contraption from his cohort and held the ball in front of
Toni's mouth. One of the straps passed directly through the center of that ball.
"Open wide, sweetmeat."
Toni didn't understand exactly what he wanted. When she moved too slowly,
he shoved the ball roughly against her lips.
Wincing from the pressure, her lips almost splitting against the porcelain
hardness of her teeth, Toni involuntarily opened her mouth. As soon as she
did so the ball slid snugly into her mouth, pushing her teeth far apart.
It tasted and smelled sour. If before the ball had seemed small, now it was
enormous. He pushed until her inner jaw was sore, and then buckled two of
the leather straps behind her neck.
She could feel her teeth digging into the semi-soft surface, trying to expel the
foul thing, but the resilient material sprung back.
"Get the van!" the gunman barked, and then he went back to working on her
straps. One set buckled under her chin. Another set began just to either side
of her mouth, met in the middle at the bridge of her nose, and continued up
and over the top of her head as single strap. It was impossible to expel the
noxious gag.
The thing had a foul taste. In defense, her mouth was salivating, huge gobs of
spittle collecting behind the ball. She swallowed as much of the foul tasting
saliva as possible, but could not swallow it all because of the way her lips were
split open.
She was afraid she might vomit and choke to death before the man could
undo all those straps (assuming he even made an attempt). She tried to just
let it collect in her mouth, but it began to spill from the edges of her distended
lips, and to slide under the ball, to drip from her pouting lower lip.
With disgust she realized she was drooling, huge gobs of spit were draining
from her mouth and dripping from her chin.
Of course he noticed. In fact, it was all probably part of his plan.
"Baby want cock so much she drooling, ahhhh..." and he pulled gently on her
head. She was so unbalanced that she fell against his crotch.
Quickly she lurched away, but his hand shot and wound itself through her hair.
He pulled her back against his thigh so hard that her cheek went numb and
her ears rang.
"Look, cunt, I put your face somewhere, that's where it stays, you got that?"
She looked down. He yanked the back of her hair so that her face tilted up.
She looked into the cool blue eyes of her tormentor.
"I said, you got that, you little cunt?"
She nodded as much as she could within the confines his grasp allowed her.
Tears were spilling down her cheeks.
He smiled down at her. "Good girl. Boy, you do want it bad, don't you?"
He ran his finger under her chin and held it in front of her eyes. A large set
drop of saliva dangled from his finger.
"You're drooling on your tits, honey. You shouldn't do that, it'll ruin that pretty
outfit. I'll let you suck me later, so don't be sad. You look so sad I just can't
stand it."
He was smiling, his grin splitting the ski mask. He reached into the hellish
sack and pulled out a leather padded blindfold, and buckled it securely around
her head. She had no way of knowing, but she had had her last glimpse of
sun and sky for quite some time to come.
With her sight gone, she felt the fear take a quantum leap forward. She had
thought she had reached the outer limits of terror, but it kept growing and
growing.
She could be beaten, raped or shot.
She would never even see it coming.
She heard the sound of a vehicle nearby, and for one wild moment, she felt
sure that it was the police, maybe even her father, come to save her.
"That's our lift honey," the man said, and he jerked her roughly to her feet by
gripping the soft flesh of her armpit. She felt his fingers through the material,
sliding across her sweaty skin. She felt branches snapping against her shins,
and she barked them roughly against the edge of the van's doorway.
She was still trying to gingerly place her foot inside when he shoved her
through. She tumbled roughly to the floor, banging her hip and elbow.
She was made to lay on her belly, her breasts pressed firmly against the cool
metal. She felt the sadist gather her feet together, and, pulling them up, knot
(a rope?) around her ankles.
Then he pulled her feet towards the center of her back, so that her heels
almost were touching her rear. She felt him tie the rope to her hands, where
the cuffs were. An experimental pull convinced her she was being hog-tied,
bound feet to bound hands.
With a final yank, he brought her feet nearly to her wrists. Her back lit up with
pain, but the only sound she could make was a grunt.
During the interminable ride she felt her skirt inching up her thighs. She felt
hands almost teasingly explore her stockinged legs, her rear, and slip between
her legs to brush at the lips of her vagina through the thin material of her
panties.
There was nothing she could do except drool and grunt and twist and cry and
hurt, hurt, hurt.
Finally the stopped and she felt the rope loosen on her ankles. The stood her
up outside the van and she was walked along, held upright by rough hands.
Her feet crunched on grass and gravel. She heard a door open and she was
led down some stairs. Drafts swirled around her, and she found herself
shivering, and not just from the cold.
Yes, it seemed as if every decision she had made today led her here.
"Welcome to your new home, babe," she heard a voice say. Her blindfold was
rudely ripped away.
Toni looked around at hell.
She was in a large room. The walls were stone and the floor was poured
cement, heavily stained by substance she did not want to think about.
All along the ceiling, placed here and there, hung pulleys. One was hanging
directly over her head.
To her right was a large wooden table, ropes at two corners; two other ropes at
the opposite end wrapped around a huge wooden cylinder.
Here was a chair, the seat like a V laid on its side, the back hard wooden
panels. Straps seemed to spring everywhere from the seat.
Over there was something that looked like one of her father's sawhorses,
except larger. A pulley hung over it as well, and there were round eyelets set
in the concrete at either side.
The walls were hung with items about which there could be no doubt: whips,
clamps, gags and other torture devices. Another wall was hung with hoses
and large canvas sacks.
"Don't worry, babe, we'll be glad to demonstrate anything you don't
understand," said the man who had held the gun. "My name is Nick, and that
is Ed," he pointed to the other man who was busy rummaging through her
purse. He handed her wallet to Nick. "And you're Toni. Please to meet you,
Toni, real pleased. You don't have to talk, just drool extra. That's considered
polite around here. If it's too hard to remember our names, you can call either
of us sir or master."
Nick took some leather cuffs off of the wall can came around behind her. With
relief she felt him unlock the handcuffs. Her wrists felt raw. Expertly he
strapped a leather cuff on each wrist. The cuff was broad and slightly padded.
For some reason the padding only frightened her more. She heard a click.
Bringing her hands in front of her she studied the broad black cuffs and noted
that each had been padlocked to her wrists. "That's right, Toni, think of them
as your only permanent clothing," said Nick.
She reached for her gag, but Ed stepped forward and quickly twisted her arm
behind her.
"Don't do ANYTHING without being told to, bitch!" he hissed. His face was
alongside hers, his chin almost resting on her shoulder. She could smell his
stale breath.
"Get the spreader," said Nick.
Ed went to a chest and came back with a long metal bar, rings on each end,
and one in the middle. He clipped a snap shut on the middle ring that was
attached to the rope that dangled from the pulley above.
Together Nick and Ed forced Toni's wrists inexorably upward and outward.
Producing two more snaps, they clipped her wrist straps to either end of the
bar. Her arms were suspended, although not uncomfortably, above her head.
The struggle had left her breathing heavily. Her breath came hissing out of her
nose. Drool still spilled around the edges of her gag and dripped in large
mucousy puddles on her blouse, plastering it to her chest.
Looking down she noticed how the spittle had made her blouse semi-
transparent. You could see the lacy fringe of her bra cups through the white
blouse.
Nick produced two more cuffs from the ubiquitous box near the wall and cuffed
them firmly around her ankles, permanently locking those in place as well.
Ed pulled two lengths of nylon rope from his pocket and dangled them in front
of her eyes.
"These are nylon, babe. Nylon stretches. It's a safety precaution. See how
good we are to you?"
Toni shook her head uncomprehendingly.
Ed passed a rope to Nick and bending down they both tied their cords to an
eyelets on her ankle cuffs.
Moving to either side of her the two men threaded the ropes through huge
eyebolts set in the concrete. The bolts were outrageously far apart.
They pulled on the cords and her legs were slowly dragged apart, making her
still more open and vulnerable.
Toni had to almost hop as her feet were forced to duckwalk across the floor.
One foot did buckle and she fell to her right.
She gasped through the gag as the wrist strap caught her fall, but as it did so,
her other wrist shot up in the air. It stopped with a painful jerk as she reached
equilibrium, sending a shockwave through her trembling shoulders.
"You really ought to try and be more careful, sweetmeat," said Nick, "we
wouldn't want you to get hurt, unless we do the hurting." He laughed as he ran
his hand up her calf to linger along the inside of her thigh, just under her dress.
When her legs were spread achingly far apart, they both stopped and tied off
the cords; leaving about eighteen inches of play between the bolts and her
ankles.
Now she could feel what a strain this position would put on her shoulders and
thighs if she were required to maintain it for long. And even now, she still had
the freedom to move her arms slightly, and to shift her weight from leg to leg.
Nick went over to the wall and untied the length of cord that was threaded
through the overhead pulley. For a moment the tension in her arms eased, but
then Nick pulled down hard, and her arms returned to their former position and
beyond.
The material of her blouse stretched tautly across her breasts and her skirt bit
so deeply against her outer thighs that she imagined the fabric would make a
thrumming sound if the hem were plucked.
"Hook up the winch," demanded Nick and Ed took the slack end of the rope
and tied it to a metal device, all hooks and wheels and wire.
Toni looked at it uneasily, her eyes large and pleading. The room had gone
from feeling quite cold to seeming unbearably warm, and she could feel a
trickle of sweat run from her armpit down to be absorbed in the cotton of her
bra.
The rope tied off, Ed went once more to the box and came back with a huge
and menacing pair of shears.
"Time to see if the gift wrapping hides a first class gift or just a dud, babe, what
do you say?" And he moved towards Toni with the tool.
"Show her how sharp they are," suggested Nick, proffering a sheet of
newspaper. Ed slid the shears up the spine of the paper and without any
pressure the paper parted nearly.
"Now, you little cunt," cautioned Nick, "I would advise you not to squirm too
much. Ed has been know to get a little shaky at the sight of a tit and I don't
want yours accidently cut off before I get my shot at them."
Ed started at her shoulder and cut the jacket down to the cuff, then reversed
the procedure on the return up the seam of her blouse.
Her blouse and jacket now hung from one shoulder, exposing the creamy
whiteness of her flesh, and the strap and frilly top of her bra cup.
Toni hung her head in shame.
Ed quickly repeated his performance on her right arm and the jacket fell away.
The blouse rested against the curve of her right breast, caught on the material
of her bra. Ed ran a finger down her cleavage until it caught in the shredded
blouse. With one pull, it fell to her waist. A few savage cuts and it too fell
away.
Starting at the hem of her skirt Ed cut upwards. Toni could see that he had
begun to shake with excitement as he exposed her body. On his upward
thrust the shears brushed against her panties and she jerked backwards in
fear, though not very far.
Nick laughed, "What're you trying to do, Ed, she's got enough holes for us right
now." Toni knew -- in that moment -- that were it within her power to kill them
both, she would. She doubted she would ever get the chance. Most probably
it would be the other way around.
After removing her skirt, Ed quickly cut the crotch out of her panty hose. One
leg of the sheer hosiery telescoped down to puddle about her ankle; the other
clung to her thigh, and seemed as sheer devoid of support as it had before.
Toni felt a blush spread down her neck and inflame the soft mounds of her
breasts. She was clothed now in only her bra and panties.
Drool continued to drip from her lips and Nick came forward to run his hands
along the tops of her breasts, mounded invitingly in her bra, the constraining
cotton of its material was tightened by her suspended position.
Back and forth he stroked the slick wetness of her spittle, all of which slid
eventually down between her breasts. "Gimme those shears," he said.
Quickly he cut the center strap of her bra. Her breasts seemed to burst forth
from their confinement. The bra swung outwards and her small breasts
jiggled provocatively for a few moments. Her nipples were small symmetrical
pink buds, erect from the shock of cold air and her fear.
"Did you ever notice how only the young chicks have nice pink nipples, Ed.
God, I love having a nice young toy to play with." He ran his finger under her
chin, coming up with a trail of saliva. he dabbed it on the tip of her nose.
Reaching downwards he slid one blade of the shear inside Toni's panties.
She held her breath and involuntarily sucked in her stomach. The metal felt
cool and hard against her pudendum.
"You look nice with a flat tummy, honey. I guarantee we'll keep your skinny
figure. Nick and Ed don't let any of their girls get fat."
Two quick cuts and Toni hung limply in her bonds before them, naked. The
soft down of her pubic hair forming a tiny rectangle at the very top of her
otherwise hairless crotch.
She sucked in her breath when Nick slid a finger along the outer lips of her
labia. "Prime pussy, Toni, you really are prime."
Reaching up he surprised her by unbuckling her gag. "No need for you to be
quiet now honey, in fact, I just love to hear healthy young lungs at work."
She didn't need much imagination to figure out what he meant. The gag came
out with a popping sound, and a last giant gob of saliva fell out and ran down
her body. The liquid drooled down between her immature breast and all the
way down between her legs to her bald cunny lips.
"You ready for lesson one, Toni?"
"Why are you doing this to me," she cried, her voice sounding even more shrill
and uncontrolled than she though it would. Her jaws ached from the gag, and
her lips, unaccountably, felt parched and dry.
"Why, Toni," said Ed pulling up a lawn chair in front of her, "because we like
to." And saying that, he pulled down his fly and pulled out his already
hardening penis. He stroked it absentmindedly.
At the wall Nick pulled on the lever of the winch. There was a terrifying
ratcheting sound and Toni felt the bar pull tightly at her wrists. A second pull
and she couldn't hold off the pressure by stretching her arms any longer.
The rope was beginning to pull her from the floor. Another turn and her eyes
rolled as her feet slid inward until the stopped with a jerk at the end of the
ropes.
Another pull and she was on tiptoes, a fire beginning at wrists, shoulders, and
inside her thighs.
"Wait," she called panicked, "don't do this to me, please, please, please."
Against her will, large glistening tears began to spill from her eyes.
"Why not, Toni?" asked Nick, almost affably.
"The way you have me, you can r--r--rape me, do anything to me, and I can't
stop you."
"Hmmm, that's true. But you can't stop me from turning this crank again
either, can you?"
"Please, it hurts so badly already, please don't. I'll s--suck you both, if that's
what you want," she pleaded, trying to think like a man with a helpless woman
might. Trying to think what he might want. "Please, please don't."
"Of course you'll suck us, Toni," his tone that of a parent entreating a truculent
child. "After you've experienced a few more of the things we can do you, you'll
do anything we want. But right now, you sweet little cunt, this is want I want to
do."
Toni know she couldn't sop the pain. She looked at Nick, his hand on the
lever, and then Ed directly in front of her still strolling his knobby penis, and
she knew that should would suffer endless and horrible agony.
And there was nothing she could do about it, but scream and beg and plead...
and hurt.
Her attention shot back to Nick as she heard the terrible sound of ratcheting
again. Her suffering seemed to shoot off the scale as her feet left the floor.
A terrible moaning sound filled the room, and Toni took long moments to
realize that the sound was coming from her lips. Her hair was flattened
against her forehead and neck as sweat broke forth all over her body.
It ran in rivulets from her armpits, leaving bright streaks along her rib cage and
flanks in the harsh light. Her shoulders ached dreadfully and the cuffs
choreoid her wrists and ankles, even through the padding.
What more could they do to her? She was already hanging suspended by her
wrists. Surely they would stop now.
Nick hit the crank once again. Her harrowing ordeal was not yet at an end.
She began to doubt that it ever would be. The ropes were quite taut now. Her
moans grew louder and her head tossed to and fro. It was the only movement
she could make.
Large tears dripped down her cheeks and snot began to drip from her nose as
her crying intensified. Ed smiled beneath his mask and rubbed his penis
harder.
If it were not for the ratcheting sound, Toni might not have even been aware of
what was causing her pain to increase.
On the next crank she felt all sensation slip into the joints of her shoulders and
the straining muscles of her thighs. her breasts lay nearly flattened against her
rib cage.
She was not even aware that she had begun to scream. Loud, tearing gasps
of pain filled the room. Her shoulders twitched in spasmed suffering, but only
the flesh of her breasts and rear quivered with the motion. Her head fell down
on her shoulders.
Another turn and she could no longer scream. Her body was racked so cruelly
that she could not draw breath. It felt as if she had received one of those stern
smacks to her back that knock the wind out of you.
She fought and fought for each breath, fought in panic that she would not be
able to draw any oxygen in, only to have that breath explode out of her in a
ragged scream.
She was barely aware of Nick before her, pulling her head back with a yank on
her hair, his index finger rubbing back and forth across her labia. He pinched
her lips cruelly, but she did not yet have the breath to scream.
She soon did.
She managed seven more horrible screams before she passed out.
"Christ, is she a strong girl," said Ed, cock still in hand.
"Yes, we can make her last a good long time," replied Nick.
He went back to the wall and eased off on the winch just the slightest bit. Ed
fetched a bucket of water and threw it full in Toni's face.
She opened her eyes to renewed pain, though it seemed somehow less
intense than before.
It was ironic, being in more pain than she could have imagined just a few short
hours ago, and yet being grateful that it was not worse.
She raised her dripping head to see Nick standing before her, a wicked
looking three braided whip in his hands.
"Time for another new experience, kiddo. Think of this whip as, well, meat
tenderizer. We want to sample your meat, but we don't want it too tough. So
we soften it up a little, see?"
Toni hung silent, breath was too precious to waste in a reply that would make
no difference anyway. Comparing her to a hank of meat, with its frightening
overtones of cannibalism rocked her with a new level of anxiety.
Nick hung the whip over her shoulder, its braids just lightly touching her left
shoulder blade. The he dragged the whip gently forward. One by one the
heavy braids slid from her shoulder down across her breast. She could feel
the hard solidness of each braid as it dragged across her chilled and hardened
nipple.
Nick swung the whip back and forth a few times. Then, standing off to her
right he swung the whip in a vicious arc across her breast.
Nothing could have prepared her for the stabbing agony. She screamed once,
twice, three times. Her head lolled as she pulled her already strained muscles
into new contortions. But there could be no escape.
Moving, he next struck at her left breast. This time one of the braids caught
her nipple.
She was sure the tender flesh would be torn when she regained enough
control to look, but it wasn't. Large reddened weals crisscrossed her breasts,
but there was no blood, no split skin.
Next he brought the whip across her abdomen three times in quick
succession. Her stomach muscles rippled in their fight to shrink away from the
hideous flogging, but this part of her body also became striated with weals and
welts.
Two cracks across her thighs followed, one curling back to kiss her rear, the
other smashing against her pubic bone. It dug deep into her crotch, attacking
the flesh stretched across her mons, making her flesh feel as if had been cut
with a razor.
Tears ran from her eyes, her screams were a constant accompaniment to the
sound of leather against flesh. Her salty tears mixed with sweat and ran
through her cleavage. Sweat ran from every pore, bringing fresh hurt to every
welt.
Nick moved behind and gave her five cuts to her back. Twice the whip curled
around to strike at her already delicate breasts. Then he worked over the
cheeks of her rear.
Nick's enthusiasm was unaffected by her anguished cries. Apparently, he
loved whipping a young woman. His strength seemed to increase as her
gasps grew louder and more miserable. And he continued to work the whip
back and forth across the gentle swell of her ass.
Her flesh quivered, in spite of how tautly she was stretched. Welts sprang up
in a criss-cross pattern on her pale white skin. Toni thought that she must be
bleeding by now, but she was underestimating Nick. He had a very clear
conception of just how much abuse a woman's ass could take.
Toni lost count of the strokes, and of her own agonized screams. She weakly
lifted her head, and through the ringlets of her hair, which dripped with sweat
before her eyes, she could see Ed still seated in front of her.
His cold eyes were locked on her sweating heaving body, and his hand was
pumping his distended cock. Incongruously, he wore a warm smile on his lips.
"You bastard," she groaned, barely able to recognize the horse voice that
emerged as her own.
"Let's not be impolite, Toni," cam Nick's voice from behind. His hand slid to her
breast and he pinched her nipple between thumb and finger, rolling it back and
forth. She felt the whip swishing gently between her thighs. "Can you guess
where I'm going to whip you next?" he asked conversationally.
"No, No, please. Oh god! Not there! Please! Please!!!"
"Just remember one thing, sweetmeat -- no matter how bad it hurts, Uncle
Nick can always make it hurt lots more." She heard the swish of the whip, it
seemed louder than ever and she screamed in panic,
"No!! God NO!!! Anything!!! I'll do any---
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
The scream was torn from her lips. She was not even conscious of the spray
of spittle that accompanied the roar. She did not see, as Ed did, how tiny
droplets fell on his naked penis. The whip had swept upwards from behind.
One braided thong fell to either side of her vulva, causing her labia to pulse
outward in shock, where the third braid just caught her right lip. Her mons
throbbed with pain. Toni's pleading had become completely incoherent. She
could feel a breeze as the whip swished lightly between her legs.
A second cut fell along the inside of her right thigh, leave three starburst welts,
spreading up towards her waist, looking like some obscene panty line. "That's
two times I missed, but don't worry, babe, I got the range now..."
"GOD!! NO!! NO!!! NO!!!!" she howled over and over again.
Nick drew back his arm and brought the whip forward in a vicious undercut.
One braid again slid along each side of her vagina, but this time, the third braid
expertly split the tender lips, traveled up the canal of her swollen labia so that
the hard tip crashed against her clitoris.
The pain in her abdomen was almost as bad as the pain in her crotch, as her
body instinctively tried to recede to a protective fetal position. Her abdominal
muscles quivered in sculptured bas relief for just a second.
Incoherently she screamed, tossing her head back and forth, spraying droplets
from her ringing wet hair. She gratefully felt consciousness ebb.
The last sight she saw as her eyes shut was a torrent of sperm bursting forth
from the tip of Ed's straining penis, running down his hands. In an instant she
passed out.
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