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(FF, nc, 1st bd) *** Chapter Thirteen: The First Icky Thelma now relaxed in a short comfortable chair and had Laura brush out her thick black hair. As expected, the task brought great sorrow to Laura who couldn't appreciate the irony. Two hundred strokes through the long luxurious mane, and then she combed out the hairs of Thelma's armpits till soft and light. Finally, she combed the thick curly bush between the woman's legs into a fluffy cloud. Yes, the brush and the comb Laura pulled carefully through Thelma's thick pubic hairs once belonged to Betsey. They reminded Laura of what she had lost. After powdering, perfuming, and helping Thelma to dress, Laura was once again taken face down over Thelma's knees. This time with her ass perched high in the air. This time she prepared herself as best she could for the spanking. Instead of a spanking, Fifi, holding a small stainless steel pot in her hands, knelt down behind Laura's upturned ass and waited. Thelma guided the pot to between the teenager's thighs, just under her plump purse, and smiled to herself. Her big hands kneaded the flesh of the slim hairless creature, while she once again took time to admire the teen's body. She moved her hands down along the violin curve of the child's spine, round to grab at a tit, and up for a buttocks, hip, and back again. She kept Laura squirming erotically, almost wiggling and slipping from her lap. Laura didn't notice Thelma slip on the latex gloves, but she felt the difference and looked back over her shoulder in concern. Thelma just smiled as her hand slipped down to between Laura's legs to part the lips of her sex. Then she ordered the girl to do something nasty. Laura couldn't bring herself to do as Thelma requested. She couldn't bring herself to pee into the small pot while draped in such a vulgar position, but Thelma decided otherwise. Her knowledgeable fingers found and tickled the girl's little pee-hole, causing Laura to lose control of her bladder, and everything became silent in anticipation of the show. Laura bowed her head in shame as her fountain began playing its quiet hissing tune for Thelma and Fifi. The pretty music danced about the otherwise quiet room, the metal bowl tinkling to the splashing urine. In time what started in a stream soon slowed to a sprinkling, tinkling, tinklity, drip, drip, drip. Drip! When Fifi stumbled back from emptying and cleaning the pot, she once again found her place kneeling between Laura's thighs, and waited. This time Laura felt Thelma's finger, coated with a slick lubricant, ease itself into her rectum. Thelma took her time, enjoying every second of Laura's wiggling and worry, working her finger into the tight hole as deep as it would go, and then she stirred it around and around. Aghast, Laura strained her head around to see Thelma wink at her. "Oh, dear. I dare say. I do feel a big one in there, mmmm," Thelma intoned with a snicker. Her finger was playing around with the nose of a large turd. Thelma found it buried deep in the poor girl's behind and she began coaxing it free, helping it along the chute, helping too poor Laura acclimate to her new life. "Let's see if we can't help this one see the light of day, shall we," she said with an exaggerated giggle, while watching Laura's expressions melding to the realization of what was expected. Mortified, the teen stared back over her shoulder, until she could take it no more and was forced to turn her head away, horrified beyond reason by what she could no longer forestall. "Now just relax," Thelma ordered warmly, sarcastically. "Don't fight against your natural urges, sweetie. You'll need to accustom yourself to this procedure every morning. I'm afraid you can't as yet be trusted with your own body. At least not yet." Shocked senseless, Laura, in a last ditch effort, clenched her little anus tight, but a strange new hook had snagged her in a most perverted way. She soon clamped herself around Thelma's finger and began wiggling frantically, hoping to both escape and enjoy the ordeal. She found herself riding her tiny sphincter muscle up and down along the rough digit with wild abandon. She was losing herself, hoping to find her own orgasm in what she told herself was perverse, and Thelma watched it all unfolding before her, knowing exactly how to play such a delicious fish. Thelma finally pulled her finger free of Laura's dirty little hole and parted the girl's cheeks. Before Laura realized it, all was lost and she couldn't forestall the movement of natural pressure. She dropped her head as the release came in a long extruded bar of chocolate. "Oh, my, my," Thelma began with a snicker. "Such a long beautiful sausage, so delicately tinged, and the aroma," she continued, holding back much of her excitement. "The sweet scent of a wedding cake." The long sausage landed with a natural curl, coiling and filling the cup immediately. The long turd hung soon over its rim, resting on Fifi's hand. Fifi waited patiently for more. Thelma sat back humming to herself as Laura continued with another evacuation, followed by a couple of extremely embarrassingly short wet ones that splattered Fifi's face and chest. Finally, Laura released a long lazy blow of air. The release turned her body red with shame and brought a giggle from Thelma, now filled with the pride of a new mommy burping her newborn. Sensing Laura was finished, Thelma picked up a warm damp rag and dabbed the poor girl clean. An exhausted Laura did little wiggling now and was quite sedate, easy to manipulate. A smug Thelma looked to her maid. "Do be careful, my dear Fifi. And do take time to enjoy the delicate gift our princess has bestowed upon us, before you flush it." The cup Fifi held overflowed with Laura's waste, and the maid was forced to carry a good quantity of it in the palm of her hand. As she stood to make her way to the bathroom, Thelma warned her about spilling even one drop. Thelma forced herself to keep from laughing while watching Fifi walk into the wall on her way to the bathroom. She turned her attentions back to Laura, who lay lifeless over her lap. Thelma loosened the gag from Laura's mouth and it's removal brought a long sigh of relief. Until Fifi's return Thelma allowed Laura to rest quietly. Laura found the lap most comfortable and soon fell asleep for the first time in days. She must have had a short sweet dream before the rude awakening. Laura felt herself hit the cold floor as Thelma rolled her from her lap and stood. She was about to visit her sons and left word with Fifi to wipe Laura down. Thelma fastened Laura's hands behind her back and left. Laura lolled in a restless heat for the next two hours under the soft manipulations of the blind mute. Fifi's hands and fingers played over Laura's body, roaming freely over her entire form. Laura moaned, withered and jumped as her nipples and clitoris were pinched and her holes were probed with very curious fingers. Laura's mouth opened, to accept a finger, a toe, a tongue, a breast, sucking each one in turn. Laura's mouth opened wide, as she breathed in the now familiar odor of an overly excited cunt seeking pleasure. Laura, still on her back and sprawled out on the cold stone floor dozed, and awoke screaming into the weight of Fifi's wetness. She found Fifi wallowing around on her face, mashing herself down onto her opened mouth. The maid used her pussy to suffocate Laura, while whipping the teens pussy with the knotted end of a short rope. Fifi rode the small spasming body like a broncobuster would a wild mare, using the whip to bring the animal on. Laura's cunt was soon very sore from the rope's biting sting. Laura found she couldn't bring her legs together, couldn't protect herself, because her legs were held open by a metal bar wedged between them. The whip landed again and again, its knotted end catching Laura between her tender nether lips. It made painful contact, roughly dislodged itself, and came down again. As Fifi came, her orgasms flooded Laura with juices that flowed into her hungry mouth, juices Laura struggled to swallow fast as possible. She suddenly realized she enjoyed the taste of female juices, not yet realizing her developing need for it. Fifi went back to twisting and pulling on Laura's pink nipples. She used them to lift Laura off the floor as she now fed her asshole to the teen's mouth. While the blind mute mutilated her nipples, Laura reamed out the big asshole with her tongue, forced to swallow everything she found, no longer concerned about its nature, its meaning, what anyone thought or what she thought. Then the cunt returned to Laura's mouth in a gentler, nibbling fashion, moving over Laura's face and lips as if kissing, trying to calm the girl down. It offered solace to the troubled teen, offered its nectar as a reward for good behavior and Laura accepted it. Laura chewed on the meat, trying to take it all into her mouth at once, wanting very much to drown in these intoxicating rivers of forgetfulness. To be continued? Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email address so it will do the reader no good contacting the archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later time to see if there have been any updates to this story by the author. -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82