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Little girls, dressed for bed!
Okay, here's the deal. You can have all the money, power, and
women in the world. I'll take Frog and Wombat.
Yes, this is my somewhat erratically published column about
girls on T.V., and in the movies. Mostly I stick to reporting on girls
that can be seen on the various premium cable T.V. channels: HBO,
Cinemax, Showtime's channels, and Starz. Not included are girls on
regular commercial T.V. (I can't stand television that has ads). Also
not included are girls on Playboy (too boring to watch), or Spice (it's
pay-per-view, and I'm not spending seven dollars for two hours of T.V.).
The truly great thing about my column, which you will not find
in any other column, is its emphasis on little girls. Any news magazine
will tell you about various attractive women in films. And there are
apparently guides to female porn stars. There are even, I imagine,
occasional references to teenage girls in news articles. But nowhere,
to my knowledge, is there a column about little girls on T.V. and in the
movies. If you even did read about, say, Frog and Wombat, the review
would probably focus on the woman playing the girl's mother, not the
girls themselves. But not here! I couldn't care less who plays the
girl's mother, or, in some cases, who plays their older sister. So,
with that as an introduction, let's get started.
One of the great things about women directors is that they tend
to make films about little girls. That's the case with Frog and Wombat,
who are two elementary school girls. I first bumped into this movie as
the two girls were running around outside, in the dark. Wombat was
dressed in a pink nightgown with big floppy bedroom slippers. Looking
at her long lovely hair, and her dressed-for-bed clothing, I was
instantly in love. When I saw that she was beginning to grow breasts, I
was even more in love!
Frog and Wombat fear that their school principal is up to no
good, and they decide to investigate him. Unlike some dopey kid films,
this one proved to have a good storyline and keep my interest. (If
nothing else, the fact that Wombat's breasts kept getting bigger as the
film progressed kept my attention!) In the end Frog, played by Katie
Stewart, who is actually the cuter of the two girls, gets gagged,
tied-up, and kidnapped. If you like elementary school girls (and that's
our favorite sort of girl in this column, especially if she's cute and
starting to grow breasts), you'll love Frog and Wombat.
In the same vein is a film that I didn't quite get the name
of. It's currently on cable. It has the word "Luck" in the title, with
the implication that the "Luck" is bad luck. It's about a girl trying
to catch a leprechaun. Just like Frog and Wombat, I bumped into this
girl as she was dressed for bed, in her nightgown! This girl is younger
than Frog and Wombat, being in first or second grade. In the first shot
I saw of her, she looked incredibly beautiful. Unfortunately in
subsequent shots she somewhat reminded me of Ringo Star. Finally I
flipped away from this film. It was great watching a little elementary
school girl in action but I was sort of bothered by how she looked like
Ringo. Plus, the film was a standard dopey kiddie film. Only the girl
can see the leprechaun, because only she has enough imagination. (Clap
if you believe in Tinkerbell, in other words.)
Moving to an even littler girl, I was utterly smitten by a
four-year-old girl in Beyond the Mat. This is a behind-the-scenes
wrestling film. The girl is Mankind's daughter. At first when you see
her you think, "Oh well, it's just some stupid four-year-old girl," but
then when the camera gives you a closeup of her you realize how
beautiful and sexy she is. I know it sounds unusual to describe a
four-year-old girl as sexy, but that is truly what she is. She has a
look in her eyes that's challengingly seductive. Her favorite word is
"nipple." One can never exactly predict how a girl will be when she
gets older, but Mankind's daughter strikes me as someone who is going to
be utterly wild and beautiful. Mankind has a very attractive wife, so
that's probably how he got such a cute daughter.
At the opposite end of the spectrum is wrestler Jake the
Snake's college age daughter. Good God, talk about a minus ten! This
girl is grossly overweight and spends the whole time on film sniping at
her father, because he was away working while she was growing up.
(You'd think she would appreciate not having a dad around to tell her
what to do, provided he sent home the money, which Jake did.) On the
plus side, Jake's daughter is obviously intelligent. She's what you
might call "verbal", in the positive sense. Hopefully she will
eventually realize that no matter how much her dad screwed up her life
(in her opinion), there's absolutely nothing he can do to un-screw it.
Mainly she just needs to lose weight and get a boyfriend, in my opinion.
Beyond the Mat was a very interesting film. I've never watched
pro wrestling, it always struck me as stupid, but the film is endlessly
fascinating. All the wrestlers were very enjoyable to watch. At the
end of the film they rush through several less famous wrestlers, and I
found myself saying, "Slow down! Slow down! I want to know more about
these people too, even if they aren't as famous." So Beyond the Mat
could, in my opinion, have been a much longer film.
Another interesting film I saw recently is Living Dead 3. I
wrote down the name of the female star, a woman playing a 16-year-old,
but I lost it. Her name is Mindy.... something. She has lovely huge
eyes. This girl looks more like a vampire than any female I've ever
seen. She has perfect tits, although the film only gives a very brief
look at them. If you want to see a girl with a perfect body run around
eating people's brains, don't miss Living Dead 3.
Then there is the Bare Wench Project. Again, I didn't get the
names of the girls in this film. It's a take-off of the Blair Witch
Project, starring adult women. Naturally, my favorite was the youngest,
whose name is Laurie.
Bare Wench is a tease film. You never see anything too great,
mostly just scenes of naked boobs. But I was surprised at how creative
this film is, despite its limited erotic horizons. In one scene a girl
decides to roast a wienie by holding it to her pubis, with her hands,
and wiggling it around like a penis, over their campfire. In another
scene the girls decide they must remain topless, if they are to survive
the Bare Wench, and Laurie, looking big-eyed and scared in their tent,
says, "We've got to keep our tops off!"
The bad part of Bare Wench is having to sit through the various
interviews with denizens of Bare Wench Village (or whatever the place is
called). Do you really feel like sitting there for five minutes while
some fat guy named Dick Bigdickian tells you about the Bare Wench? I
didn't. Plus, this film could have had a lot more naked boob shots than
it did. Too often you're just seeing the girls walk around clothed.
And there's no great bondage-type ending, despite Julie Strain being the
Bare Wench. The girls simply wind up back at their hotel, where they
find their dumb ass porter (some guy named Lunk) going nuts in their
hotel room. This film should have ditched all the men in it, kept the
girls topless more, and ended with something at least hinting at a whips
and chains ending. It could have given a lot more, while still being
suitable for (non Playboy) cable T.V.
If you want to see some lissome young girls skating, check out
the ending credits of the film Dick. I'm afraid that's all I saw of
that film, so that's all I can report about it.
As you can see, we have traversed the entire spectrum of
youthful females in this column, not allowing any arbitrary age
limitation to limit what has been said. From Mankind's blonde, sexy
four year old daughter, to the girl in pursuit of a leprechaun, to Frog
and Wombat, to the vampire girl of Living Dead 3, to the women of the
Bare Wench Project.
As a final note, it would be interesting to see some bold soul
reshoot Bare Wench using topless girls who're 10, 11, and 12. It
wouldn't violate America's so-called "child pornography" laws, since the
girls wouldn't be having sex. What a delight it would be to see three
"little girls" running around topless, wearing only bikini panties, or
even naked! Unfortunately we have instead three aging females, none of
whom were smashingly attractive, and some of whose assets had been
surgically enhanced. I guess HBO wouldn't show my version of Bare
Wench, but it would be a whole Hell of a lot better than some bimbo
film. And the Bare Wench herself could make an appearance at the end
(there's no need to stick exclusively to a remake of the original),
being about 14-years-old and putting the sexy semi-nude searchers into
Japanese Bondage-type poses!
Ah well, one can dream, I suppose. At least the guys who
funded Bare Wench did spend their money on females, which is more than
can be said for most of America's venture capitalists. Which raises
this question: why did so many millionaires invest their money funding
The Globe.com, and eHow.com, and all that other crap that's now
worthless? If I had millions of dollars I'd do one thing with it:
start my own version of Barely Legal junior! As it is I'll have to
content myself with this column, and ogling little girls on T.V.
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The Joys of Summer
Over the last three decades, the yuppie generation has done
interesting things with our language. Blacks are now
"African-Americans", Mexicans are now "Hispanics", and Indians are now
"Native Americans", while white males like myself are "perverts",
"pedophiles", "deadbeat dads", "sexual harassers", (statutory) "child
rapists" and perpetrators of that great crime of "lookism". I guess
that's what happens when a generation spends its youth experimenting
with LSD. But I don't mind. For my part, unlike various other white
males who are either hiding under rocks or collaborating with their
yuppie victimizers, I intend to fully live up to the expectations that
have been imposed on me. Yes, I am that "stranger" who is "lurking,"
and abusing your daughter by looking at her! And when I'm not doing
that, don't think I'm sitting at home reading Saving Ophelia. Being a
male, and worst of all a white male, I'm currently spending my time
looking at a swimsuit magazine.
No, it's not the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. And it's
not a teen girl magazine either. (Did I just hear you breathe a sigh of
relief? Too soon....) It's All About You, the Summer 2001 issue!
Don't be fooled by the innocuous cover of the latest edition of
All About You. Yes, it features some dorky brunette, staring rather
maniacally out at the reader (or looker, in my case), and if you don't
know anything about the magazine you could peg this female as being
anywhere from age 18 to 25.
I have no idea what age the cover girl actually is, but I know
what's inside! All About You is a magazine I've been buying for several
years. It's not one of those fucking teen girl magazines for non-virgin
teens, even though it does sometimes have articles about
contraceptives. No, All About You is for the littlest girls, excepting
the age group that's still stuck on Highlights for Children.
Yes, I'm talking about my favorite age group, girls 12 and
under! (Hey, I'm a white male, remember?) The summer 2001 All About
You is the swimsuit issue. The cover declares that the issue features
"swimsuits for every body," but all I found inside were glorious Barbie
lookalikes.
Let's take a tour of All About You, for the benefit of men
who're too scared to pick up the magazine. If you have trouble finding
All About You at your supermarket, you're not looking in the right
place. This isn't a ladies' magazine, up high where you can find it.
It's down on the lowest shelf, so that even the littlest girls can reach
it.
We will begin our exploration of All About You on page 72.
Whoa! Here we find a stunning blonde, decked out in an American Flag
print top and jeans. Have you ever seen a cuter girl than this? Her
long blonde tresses hide part of her neck, but if you look closely
you'll be shocked by what you see there. Yes! It's a studded black dog
collar. And you thought the bondage-bound seventh-grade Dreamgirls were
just figments of my imagination.
But enough of clothed girls. Let's get to some (almost)
nudity! Page 62 brings us a little blonde bombshell who isn't wearing a
bikini top, but that's because she hasn't grown tits yet. In another
year or two she'll join the girls on page 63, particularly the luscious
girl in a polka-dot bikini. Speaking of her, have you ever seen a more
gorgeous young chick? Look at that slender, perfect body. And she's
about to do some horse back riding in her little outfit. How I would
love to be the beast of burden with her slender young thighs spread over
me!
Now let's proceed to page 67. Yee haw! It's the perfect Pedo
Party... three delicate young girls in bikinis getting spritzed by a
sprinkler! But the best is on the opposite page. Check out "island
girl." Hubba! Hubba! I've sat through years of Playboy that don't
have photos as great as this! Unfortunately the girl's eyes aren't as
big as I'd like, but other than that, she's perfect. If you're still
ejaculating over this photo next Fall, I won't blame you.
I bought three copies of All About You. I'm planning to cut up
two of the magazines and decorate my walls with the photos. Then I can
glory all day in being a white male: abusive, perpetrating, and all
that other shit that goes with the territory.
Yes, I'm not normal. I'm not a fag, or a transvestite, or a
cross-dresser, or a lesbian. I'm just "the worst of the worst," a white
guy who likes girls.
AND IN THE END...
"Some central London schoolchildren have begun to collect and swap
them, as a free alternative to Pokemon cards."
- The Economist, April 28, 2001, pg. 59.
(Cards advertising the services of the city's prostitutes.)
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Little Girls!
The mainstream media might regard my views as perverted but,
based on my e-mail, here on the Internet I seem to be garnering quite a
respectable audience. Allow me to introduce myself. I consider myself
to be the Louis Rukeyser of little girls. This isn't Wall Street Week,
but perhaps we can call it Little Girls Week. And the good news is, if
you have cable, every week is Little Girls Week!
Previously I mentioned Hide N' Seek. I finally got to see this
movie. It's on the Sundance Channel. It's a movie about lesbians.
There are various interviews with grown women who are lesbians.
Fortunately, interspersed with the lesbian interviews is a movie,
featuring little girls! The gist of the movie is that there is a girl
who is gradually becoming a lesbian. She's the star. Then there is
another girl, who is her rival, who accuses her of being a lesbian.
Between these two is a darling little girl who is friends with both, and
pulled between them. Will she be a pal with the lesbian girl, or with
the bitchy "normal" girl? That's the conflict, and it's never really
resolved. But I very much enjoyed spending an hour or so with these
little girls. You get to watch them build a tree house, tell each
others' fortunes, and dance together at an all-girl party. The lesbian
interviews aren't too much of a problem. They're rather interesting,
and fortunately none of them are very long.
A more problematic film is 14 and Up in America, also on the
Sundance channel. This movie interviews various people who are
14-years-old. It's a follow-up to an earlier film, about 7-year-olds.
The film maker hopes to re-interview his subjects when they're 21, but
that movie apparently hasn't been made yet.
14 and Up in America features one gorgeous brunette. She's
14. You also get to see clips of her when she was 7. She doesn't say
anything too interesting in the interviews with her, but she is luscious
to watch. Unfortunately the clips of her being interviewed are
interspersed with lots of other clips of other 14-year-olds. There are
about a dozen people being interviewed, and the film continually cuts
back and forth between all of them.
I had no interest in anyone in this film except the gorgeous
brunette. The rest of the film, as far as I'm concerned, is a total
waste. Can you sit through the other interviews? That's the question.
All I can say is, if you stick with this film, it will continue to cut
back to the gorgeous brunette. Two blondes sitting with the brunette
were sort of interesting to listen to, but only because the gorgeous
brunette is sitting there with them. As for the ugly white dude, the
fat black dude, the trite Spanish dude, etc., God help you if you can
somehow manage to sit through them. Nobody in this film says anything
of consequence. No true secrets are revealed, and you have to wonder
why this film maker is bothering to make this movie, given that nobody
is particularly honest with him.
Anywhere but Here is a fictional film on HBO, starring Natalie
Portman. I enjoyed this film a lot, even though not much happens in
it. Basically you get to watch a 12-year-old girl grow up with her
kooky mother. They move from "Bay City", back east, out to Beverly
Hills. (Not that they can afford it.) At the end of the movie Natalie
goes off to college.
As you can see, the main point of all three of the films listed
above is that you get to participate in the lives of little girls. If
you're some old fart like me, who's never had a girlfriend, this is not
something you can do very easily. Thank God for cable. And by the way,
Frog and Wombat, mentioned in my previous column, was on HBO's Spanish
channel this morning. It's just as great in Spanish as in English.
That's all for now. Until next week, I'm the Louis Rukeyser of little
girls, and this has been Little Girls Week!
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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Sex School
Chapter Three
"You are coming along quite well in your sexual development,"
Janice told the two girls the next day at brunch. Brittney and Laurie
sat with Steve and Jeb. The rest of the guests had left, but Jeb had
stayed on, for it had been his job during the night to tend to Laurie's
bottom. It was feeling slightly better now, the mucosa already healing,
the whip marks receding, the place where her skin had torn closing over,
leaving only a small line of beaded scabs.
"I must leave in an hour or so," Jeb told Janice, glancing at
Laurie. "I have an appointment. But I would like to call again in a
few days. Tuesday, perhaps. I have a villa where Laurie could be
trained in earnest." Steve blinked. He still thought of Laurie as his
own, along with Brittney. Certainly he had allowed Brittney to see
other men, and he was not above sharing Laurie either. But he would
have preferred, as they sat there at the table, if Jeb had directed his
question to him, instead of to Janice.
"Really? You feel you could train Laurie?" Janice asked,
spearing a piece of egg and lifting it to her mouth. She was cloaked in
a bathrobe. It was open in front, revealing the swell of her breasts.
The two girls were charmingly naked, wearing only their lovely long
hair, blonde and brunette, for it was a warm day and Janice had the
window open, letting in the hot summer air. The men wore towels around
their waists, which did little to hide their now stiff erections, up
like the girls with the eagerness of a new day.
"I don't need to be trained," Laurie piped up, cutting a slice
of bread on her plate with a knife and fork. Her pretty bare breasts
wiggled as she worked. She cast a rueful glance at Steve but Janice
interrupted whatever else she was planning to say, telling her,
"Be quiet, child. You are too young to know what is good for
you."
Jeb put a hand on Laurie's bare, lightly tanned shoulder. He
brushed away strands of her hair that had fallen there.
"I don't want you to think I love you," Jeb said to the girl.
"I'm already married. But I would like to train you." Laurie looked
up, surprised. Everyone was mildly shocked; Jeb didn't look like the
sort of man who would be married, with the wild gaze in his eyes, and
his predatory bearing. He squeezed Laurie's shoulder and the girl tried
to wiggle out of his grip. It was impossible. Her long hair shook with
the effort.
"I think it's a reasonable offer," Janice said.
"No! I don't like it," Laurie said. But she was still in love
with the man, for he was quite handsome, and when he squeezed her
shoulder harder, to the point of hurting her, she stopped wiggling and
let out a pretty sigh.
"Yes. You may call in several days and pick her up," Janice
told Jeb.
"Good," Jeb said. "I will need a few days to get my place
ready."
"What do you plan to do with her?" Steve asked. But Janice
scowled at him, and said,
"Have you had enough to eat, Steven? Perhaps you and Brittney
would like to go lie in the yard."
"I was just asking," Steve said.
"Wear swimsuits, both of you," Janice continued, as if Steve
had said nothing at all. "I have a fondness for white loins and white
bottoms. I want you both to report to my bedroom this evening. After
dinner."
"Waht for?" Brittney asked, food in her mouth, obscuring her
speech. Janice smiled.
"If you have to ask then you're certainly in need of more
training," Janice told her.
Out in the yard, under the early afternoon sun, Steve was
plagued by a constant erection. What excited him was not so much the
nearly nude sight of Brittney lying beside him, although that was
intoxicating. It was Janice's command, that they, after an undoubtedly
calm and delicious dinner, were to report to her bedroom. A newcomer,
unfamiliar with the woman, might have mistaken her order as a request
for sex. But Steve knew Janice better than that, now. Nudity would no
doubt be a requirement of the appointment, but sex would be the last
thing on her mind. Rather she would propose some deviant form of sexual
torture, and Steve and poor Brittney would be hard pressed not to
accept. The thought of baring himself to that beautiful woman, in front
of little Brittney, baring not just his body but his soul, revealing all
his weaknesses, even being made to revel in them, caused Steve to
shiver. His trembling ran down his body to his loins, and made his dick
quiver, as it stuck through the leg hole of his swimsuit. Brittney
looked over at him. She had big fashionable sunglasses on, like a
runway model, but the world's tiniest bikini.
"I thought you were supposed to keep that thing under wraps,"
Brittney said.
"Can't. It would give me a hernia, all cooped up in my
swimsuit."
"You'll look silly with a tanned dick and white all around it,
where your swimsuit is," Brittney said. She lifted a squirtgun she'd
carried out to the yard with her. She aimed, and fired. It was a lucky
shot, hitting Steve's dick. The man sighed anxiously. The gun had been
lying in the hot sun and the plastic of it had absorbed a lot of heat,
making the water uncomfortably warm.
"At least I can keep your dick cool," Brittney said.
"No. It's hot. The water's hot," Steve said. Brittney
twisted the gun in her hand.
"Yeah, the gun's pretty hot too," she said of the plastic
casing. She aimed and fired again, giggling. Another lucky shot. The
girl was good.
"Stop it!" Steve said.
"Only if you promise to go with me to Janice's bedroom,"
Brittney said.
"Of course I'm going, if you don't burn my dick off first,"
Steve said.
"Oh. I thought maybe she just said you because you were
supposed to take me there," Brittney said. Steve sighed. He gazed
through narrow sunglasses up at the clouds, as if looking for goddesses.
"No, she wants me there too," Steve said. "She didn't say it
but she's going to torture my dick."
"Really?" Brittney asked. There was a smile on her lips and a
note of gleeful interest in her voice. The girl was learning from her
training, turning into a domme in her own right.
"Yeah," Steve said. "I've got a hard on trying to think what
she's going to do to me."
"Mmmm. It's fun thinking about it," Brittney said, gazing
thoughtfully at Steve's upstanding prick. Then she added, after a
moment, "I'll bet she shoves something up my ass."
"What makes you think that?" Steve asked.
"'Cause she let those guys tear my butt hole last night,"
Brittney said.
"That would have happened no matter what, with five guys
fucking your ass," Steve said. "It would have taken a woman a lot older
than 13 to survive something like that unscathed."
"I suppose you're right, but I've tended to notice people take
an annoying interest in my ass," Brittney said ruefully.
"That's cause it's so cute," Steve said. He tried looking at
it, but unfortunately she was lying on it at the moment, being on her
back. All he could see was the round indentation in the chaise lounge
she was lying in where the weight of her small bottom sank into the
supporting cross straps. "Trust me. You've got a very fuckable ass,"
Steve said.
"What makes an ass 'fuckable'?" Brittney asked.
"Small, round, soft, high," Steve said, looking again at the
clouds as he ticked off the points. "Not sagging or too fat, or too
flat. Just right," he said.
"I never see it unless I look in a mirror," Brittney sighed.
"I go around all day and I guess people are gawking at a part of myself
that I don't normally see."
"That's part of what makes it so special," Steve said. "You
can't hide it, and you mostly don't think about it, I suppose, unless
you have to go the bathroom or someone's just done something to it.
That's one of the reasons I think Janice concentrates so much on the
bottom. To make you more aware of it. That's the point of her games.
To bring out an awareness of your physicality and sexuality." He
grinned. "I'll bet Laurie's thinking of nothing but her bottom today."
"I guess so!" Brittney exclaimed. "That whipping was horrid."
She put a hand to her flat naked belly. She sighed, and her palm moved
with a slight rising and falling of her tummy and breasts. "Yet all the
while I wished it was me up there," Brittney said. "I don't know why.
The attention, I guess, and because it would have made me a true slave,
ruined like that in front of all those people, and yet accepting it,
even with the gag in my mouth and my hands held tightly. Remember,
Laurie was allowed to get up halfway through, to take a little break.
She could have done a lot more if she really wanted to break free from
it all."
"I guess so," Steve said.
"I know so," Brittney said with confidence. "I'm a girl, you
know. I know how other girls think. She cried, she screamed, she
kicked, but in the end where is she today? Sitting quietly in the
kitchen with Janice, letting Janice plot more adventures for her. She
makes a big display of resistance, but underneath she's loving all of
it, or trying to bring herself to the point where she does love it."
Brittney looked over at Steve. "You love the idea of Janice punishing
you tonight, don't you?" she asked.
"No I don't!" Steve said. Brittney raised an eyebrow and
looked at Steve's dick.
"He's telling a different story," Brittney said, indicating
Steve's rampant erection.
"He doesn't know how much it's going to hurt," Steve said.
"Yet you'll bare him to Janice all the same, even though you do
know," Brittney said. Steve coughed.
"It's uncomfortable for me to admit that I like submitting to a
woman," Steve said. "I mean, I'm the man. I'm supposed to be in
control."
"Then I guarantee you that you won't be tonight," Brittney
said, with a newfound understanding. "In fact you'll be brought right
to the limit of what you thought you could stand, and then beyond it."
"You're supposed to be in seventh grade," Steve said. "You're
not supposed to know those sorts of things."
"But I do," Brittney said smugly. "Does it make you a little
frightened that I can analyze you so deeply, Stevie?"
"Yes," Steve said.
"Pretty soon I'll be too old for you, and you'll have to find
somebody younger," Brittney said. "There's a nice eight year old who
lives next door to me."
"That's ridiculous," Steve said.
"We'll see," Brittney said. "But first you'll have to get
expert on Pound Puppies, if you want to be friend with her. That's her
favorite show."
That evening after dinner they reported to Janice's, as she had
requested. Looking at the woman's bed, and at her terrific figure, for
she was dressed in a form-fitting gown, Steve said,
"Would you like to hop in?"
"Are you feeling sleepy?" Janice asked Steve. She opened a
drawer full of her lingerie and rummaged in it. She drew out a riding
crop.
"No," Steve said, watching the crop quiver on the air. It was
thin, perfect for doing considerable damage to whatever it struck.
"I want you and Brittney to undress," Janice said. "Take
everything off. I put Laurie to bed so she could get a good night's
sleep. She needs it after our party last night. But you two
practically got off scott free. Tonight we're going to have a much more
rigorous session. I want to see what you can both endure. Sexually, of
course."
"You mean we're going to have sex?" Steve asked, hope
resurrecting itself in his eyes as he stripped off a pair of old jeans.
It was a relief to get out of them. Janice had made him zip himself up
for dinner, and his cock, hard as ever, was killing him. It was with a
certain zest that he freed it, trying to ignore the riding crop
quivering only a foot in front of him. Beside him Brittney slipped out
of a pink blouse that she's worn to dinner, and a white pair of
panties. She'd had on a matching dress but Janice, in contrast to what
she'd demanded of Steve, that he conceal the best part of his anatomy,
required that she remove it. So she sat at dinner with Steve glancing
over repeatedly at her pretty panties, and at the outline of her muff
hair inbetween her legs. Janice had even gone so far as to insist that
the girl eat with her legs spread, assigning Steve to see that she did.
She had, and it was electrifying to see the girl put food into her open
lips, with her spread legs down below, seemingly inviting Steve to put
himself into her down there. Now Brittney took off her panties, showing
her dell in all its glory. The sight of it made Steve harder than ever,
which delighted Janice, who struck at the air with her crop.
"Stop that," Steve said, watching breathlessly as the crop
passed close to his dick.
"Your penis will be getting a lot of attention tonight," Janice
told Steve. "In fact it will be the center of attention, sort of like
Laurie's bottom was last night."
"Oh great," Steve sighed. Brittney put her hand to her mouth
and giggled.
"In fact I have a guest who is going to observe everything that
you go through," Janice said to Steve. She called out "Honey!" and a
man appeared.
"Bob!" Steve gasped. Instinctively as the clothed man entered,
wearing a suit and tie, Steve tried to cover himself with his hands. It
was impossible. His dick was big and long and no match for Steve's
hands, despite their large capable size. Bob hadn't been at dinner, but
he was here now, ready for the dessert, apparently.
"Come, come," Bob said, smiling at his own pun. "It can't be
that bad showing me your wiener."
"No, just terrible," Steve said. "You're forgetting, I'm not
gay."
"Neither am I," Bob said. "I just have an ability to admire a
handsome cock when I see it."
"Steve is going to test his endurance tonight, dear," Janice
said, as if discussing some routine sporting event on television.
"Too bad our guests aren't here to place bets on what he can
stand," Bob said.
"That would be pushing him a little too fast," Janice said.
"Perhaps in a month or so."
"No way!" Steve said, still making an effort to cover his dick
with his palms.
"If little Laurie can show off her bottom, you can surely show
off your dick," Janice said.
"You want me up on a white furred stage?" Steve asked.
"You were last night," Janice said.
"Yes but that was something I was chosen for, I mean I was
expected to be a man," Steve said. He blushed. "It was fucking for
God's sake. Straightforward sex."
"In the ass," Bob chuckled.
"A girl's ass is different than a guy's," Steve said rather
angrily, his face blushing more.
"Oh yes. I forgot. Shit comes out of a guy's ass and shit
comes out of a girl's," Bob smirked.
"A girl's ass is made to take sperm," Steve said. "It's
another hole. It's like her other holes, except a little tighter. It's
a challenge for a guy to open a girl there. A- A triumph, a conquest.
It's not about being gay!"
"The cow must receive her milk as well as give it," Bob said.
"Something like that," Steve mumbled, wondering if the cow was
meant to be a girl or a guy.
"Well your wonderful distinctions aren't going to save your
penis," Janice said to Steve, giving her crop another swing, which
passed even closer to his dick. Janice pointed to the bed. "You may
lie down, Steven," she said to the man standing naked in front of her.
"As you know I try to provide the finest in comfort to my victims even
as I take them to the limits of pain. We will begin with a pleasant
tonguing. Brittney will do the honors. Do not cum in her mouth. It is
simply to increase your hardness, if that is possible, to take you to
the point of no return, or almost, so that your balls are literally
boiling. I want you to feel the exquisite pleasure of Brittney's
licking tongue combined with the agony of knowing you cannot spend,
unless you want my crop hitting your dick so hard that I bruise it. Or
worse; once I cut a man's penis off, who was especially disobedient."
Janice laughed, as Brittney, glancing down at her dell, paled. Steve's
blush vanished. "Do you belive me? It doesn't matter if you do, I love
the way your dick trembled when I said that. And oh how achingly hard
you are, dear Steve. Like a rock. It excites you to think that I may
have cut a man off, it raises the stakes, doesn't it? Now you aren't
just submitting to me, you're facing the possibility of real danger.
Bob here could hold you down, I bet, if I really needed him too. Or
perhaps I have more men in the next room, men just waiting for me to
call them." She pointed to the bed. "It's best to obey, Steve. Lie
down. Enjoy the softness of my mattress. Your job is simple. Don't
spend. Just think about your penis and I'll think about everything
else." She looked at Brittney. "Isn't that right?" she asked the
girl. Brittney, her eyes wide, gazed at Steve's cock.
"It's hard not to think of anything but his dick with it
sticking out like that," Brittney said.
But just as Steve was getting on the bed, preparing to lie back
on the soft coverlet, he noticed Bob had stepped back to the bedroom
door and was hauling something inside. To Steve's surprise, it was long
and straight, just like his cock. But with a covering shade and a bulb
at the end. Bob reached down and plugged it in. Steve's dick was
bathed in a wide beam of bright light.
"A lamp!" Steve cried. Bob stepped back again, as Steve gazed
dumbfounded at the light. He blinked his eyes, but the light did not
fall into his face. Just on his loins, illuminating a little of his
flat tanned belly and, especially, the small traversing swath of white
flesh where he usually wore his swimsuit. In the middle of this flat
pale expanse, his pubic hair grew. And stretching up from his growth of
hair, proud and quivering, was his thick pulsing cock. The lamp didn't
forget the rest of his loins either; the light fell inbetween his legs,
and Steve could feel the warmth of it where it illuminated his balls.
There was the sound of a shutter opening and then closing.
Rapidly, professionally, clinically, capturing all that it saw on
expensive film.
"A camera!" Steve shouted, and felt a little silly, like some
dummy speaking when its master required it to.
"I want before and after photos," Bob said from beyond the
downshafting light, whose brightness made all the rest of the room seem
darker. Janice leaned over Steve, her heavy breasts intriguing him as
her breath wafted across his face. With two of her fingers,
tweezer-like, she touched Steve's cock, stretching her fingers apart to
get them around him. She held him at the base, just above the height of
his pubic hair.
"Several men at the party last night were intrigued by your
cock," Janice said to Steve. Her perfumed breath bathed his face as the
light from the lamp continued to warm his penis. "They found your
erection quite beautiful. They want to have a complete photo set of
what happens to it tonight," Janice told Steve.
"What exactly is going to happen to it?" Steve gasped.
Janice's fingers had begun stroking him, very lightly, as if asking for
permission for what she planned to do to him.
"Why Steve," Janice smiled. There was irony in her smile, yet
a kind of sweet innocence too. Steve was forever intrigued by the way
the woman combined the softest touch with the wickedest plans. "I'm
going to abuse your penis, Steve," Janice told him. "That's right. I'm
not going to love it, much as I admire it. I'm going to be very mean to
it, and to you, too." Janice lifted her hand to Steve's waving cock
head, which moved whenever his heart beat. She patted it lightly,
placing her fingers on the big bulbing head. "I see you're up to the
challenges I have in store for you," Janice laughed.
"I'm stiff with love for you," Steve gasped to the woman. He
felt very much like a hospital patient now, lying naked on the soft bed,
the light shining down on him like a doctor's examining light. More
clicks were heard as Bob continued to take photos. "I'm- I'm going to
be punished for my love for you!" Steve said. A droplet of his pre-cum
oozed forth from his penis tip. Janice's hand pressed down and she
deliberately soiled her fingers on his spermy offering.
"It isn't love. It's lust," Janice told Steve. "But you
flatter me with your confession of your desire for me so I'm going to do
you a favor," Janice said.
"What's that-- only cut off half my dick?" Steve asked.
"No," Janice smiled. She stood up. She asked her husband to
come over to her. He did, and she told him to unzip her dress. Her
gown fell open, baring her shoulders and her breasts. Steve saw her
white bra. The fabric of the close-fitting garment collected around
Janice's waist. The woman shook back her beautiful dark hair, which was
pinned up loosely around her face. Some strands fell free as she tossed
back her head but she made no attempt to pin them back up with the
others. "Unhook my bra," Janice told her husband. He complied. To
Steve's mouth-watering delight Janice's big breasts fell out of her
frilly bra cups and hung temptingly on the air. Her nipples stiffened
as he looked at them. Bob helped his wife out of her bra and bra
straps. He left her with her gown hanging at her hips and went back to
his camera.
Click. The camera recorded another shot of Steve's prick,
stiffer than ever at the sight of Janice's lovely bare breasts.
"Take a shot of me too, honey," Janice said to Bob. "I want
the men to know what is inspiring Steve." A second click was heard.
Using a different camera, equipped with a different film speed for the
darker environs of the bedroom, Bob photographed his wife. Then Janice,
who seemed not to mind that her expensive gown looked ridiculous
stripped down to her waist, told Steve to get up out of the bed. He
obeyed. He tried to embrace Janice when he got up, his dick quivering,
but she stepped back and told him to behave.
"Are you naked, Brittney?" Janice asked the seventh-grade
girl. Mutely she nodded to the woman. Her breasts shook prettily as
her head moved.
"Good," Janice said. "But now you must get dressed."
"Okay," Brittney said. She reached for her pink blouse, which
she had laid on a chair with her pretty white panties.
"No, not in your clothes," Janice told the girl. "They would
cover what we must keep revealed, your charming treasures. I have other
things in mind. Let's start with the boots. I had them delivered this
afternoon, from a fine leather shop."
"Ohhh, they're beautiful," Brittney said a few minutes later,
admiring herself in a mirror as she stood in knee-high black boots.
Steve liked them too. The heels of her boots were exceptionally high.
As Brittney strove to retain her balance in them her ass quivered and
moved. It was lifted even higher by the boots' elevated heels, offered
like a plump ripe apple. Steve had always been in love with Brittney's
bottom and now, seeing it so bare and so lewdly displayed, he longed to
fuck it. Janice looked at Steve's penis, quivering lustily on the air.
"Be sure to get a shot of Steve gazing at little Brittney in
her fuck-me boots," Janice told her husband.
"Got it," Bob said, and another click was heard.
"This is sort of annoying, having your husband constantly
photographing my dick!" Steve said to Janice.
"If you feel humiliated now, wait till your punishment begins,"
Janice told Steve. He blushed. Brittney, still gazing at herself in
the mirror, asked,
"May I have gloves to go with my boots?"
"Yes, dear. After I give you the second thing you're going to
wear," Janice told the girl. She turned. Tossing her lovely brown
hair, which hung loose down her back, Brittney asked, What's that?
Panties?" Janice laughed.
"No, it's a pee bag," the woman told Brittney.
"What?" Brittney asked.
"Lie on the bed and you'll see what I mean," Janice said to
Brittney.
With worry in her copious brown eyes, the girl complied. She
got on the bed. Her bottom found the indentation Steve's ass had left
in the coverlet. She lay in the beam of light, which hadn't moved. The
contrast with Steve, who had been in that same spot earlier, was
startling. Brittney had a small, still developing body, a child's body,
not that of a man four decades old. But in addition to her bare thighs,
in contrast to his hairy ones, in addition to her bare belly as opposed
to his with a line of hair, there was the centerpiece, the centerpoint.
Where he had sported a big, thick, pulsing cock, shimmering fleshily in
the beam of light, she had nothing. Just her pretty rolled quim lips,
soft and inviting, the beam of light seemingly prying into them as
Brittney, trembling on the bed, tried to keep her legs as close together
as she could without hearing Janice say,
"Legs apart, Brittney! Just as you were at the dinner table."
The seventh-grade girl blushed. She opened her legs more, as
Janice had now ordered, Bob clicking away with his camera as Brittney
showed herself to the world. Steve trembled, standing next to the bed
looking down at the girl in her long black boots. Her cunt was a
perfect small little nest of pleasure. He couldn't decide whether he
wanted to spend himself between Janice's perfect big breasts, or
inbetween Brittney's little cuntlips. Of course, Brittney herself was
renowned for her tits. Steve glanced up along her body to their lolling
perfection. Her nipples were stiff, twin teats of delight. Steve
looked from Brittney's tits to Janice's and back again. Both females
had perky, upright nipples, ready for pleasure. It seemed a pity for
him to be forced to suffer in such wonderful company.
Janice stepped close to the bed. Steve noticed she had
something in her hand. It was long, like a rope, but stiffer, yet still
flexible. It was a plastic tube.
"Brittney, I want you to keep your legs apart," Janice said to
the girl. "I'm going to slide something up into you. It's a catheter.
I'm going to stick it into your cunt; specifically, into your little pee
hole."
"No!" Brittney cried. Seeing the tube as it wiggled into the
light, she snapped shut her booted legs. Janice told her husband and
Steve to grab the girl's ankles. The men obeyed. A moment later,
Brittney was pulled apart, like a fish being opened by a fisherman who
was gutting it. The girl gasped as Janice placed a jar of lubricant on
the bed's coverlet. She greased the end of the catheter tube. Just
then, footsteps were heard. Everyone, even little Brittney lying flat
on the bed, looked with surprise toward the door. A girl appeared, her
blonde hair shimmering beyond the reach of the spotlight, illuminated by
the room's other lights. It was Laurie!
"Wha'cha doin'?" Laurie asked. She stared into the room,
sleepy-eyed, as if having taken a wrong turn in the hall after getting
up from bed to go to the bathroom. Her finger pulled at her lovely red
open-mouthed lips as she spoke over it. Her breasts shivered nakedly.
She was completely undressed, except for white panties, which
inexplicably ringed not her waist but her knees. With her other hand
Laurie touched her pretty blonde dell. Her fingers stroked within her
cunt lips and she gave a shuddering sigh.
"Laurie? What are you doing up from bed?" Janice asked the
girl.
"I had to go to the bathroom," Laurie said. Her fingers
wiggled in her cunt and she sighed more audibly, her breasts shaking
deliciously.
"Well you're through peeing now," Janice said to the girl.
"Stop playing with yourself!"
"Ooops!" Laurie said. She seemed to wake up a little more.
Swiftly she took her hand out of her cunt. She looked down at her
panties, still ringing her knees from her sit on the toilet. Hastily
she pulled them up. "Sowwy. I guess I was sleep walking," Laurie said.
"Go back to bed and don't play with your pussy," Janice told
the girl.
"She should be spanked for doing that," Bob suggested.
"Yes. Give her a crack on her bottom," Janice told her
husband. "I think she's still half asleep."
Still holding one of Brittney's booted ankles with his right
hand, Bob now reached out and yanked down the back of Laurie's panties.
The undies which the girl had so recently restored to her hips were
unceremoniously yanked back down to her knees. As the girl cried out in
surprise, Bob gave her, with his left hand, a swift hard slap on her
ass.
"Yeeeouuch!" Laurie shouted. Her eyes fluttered wide and she
woke up completely now. "Omigod! What's happening?" Laurie asked, her
hands flying to her ass. Slowly the scene before her assembled itself.
She saw Brittney lying on the bed, and the greased catheter. She saw
Bob's camera gear, Steve's cock, and Janice with her breasts bared.
Gradually a smile spread across Laurie's face. "You guys look like
you're having fun," she said finally, though still rubbing her ass
against the pain of Bob's hand slap.
"We're not fucking. We're torturing," Brittney, lying on the
bed, said in a disconsolate voice.
"Right you are, dear," Janice answered. She seemed to forget
about the blonde in the doorway, at least for the moment, and returned
her attention to Brittney's cunt. As the girl gaped down at herself,
her eyes wide with shock and surprise, the fate the woman had ordained
for her proceeded. She touched the end of the catheter, now loaded with
grease, to Brittney's cunt.
"Oh please, don't that tickles," Brittney gasped. Her breasts
shook on her chest. Suddenly, her temptation to laugh was replaced with
a sharp indriving pain. "Oh my God!" Brittney cried. She tried to get
up, but before she could do anything more than slap her palms flat to
the bed Janice had already shoved an inch of the cath up her pee hole.
Sighing in shocked disbelief, Brittney watched as the catheter was
driven in further. She was being fucked with it! She groaned and threw
back her head. Her hips twisted on the bed. But there was no escaping
it, the men had her pulled apart and her cunt was suffering the
intrusion as her hands clawed at the soft coverlet. She might have
fought Janice, tried to stop the inpushing thing with her hands, but it
was so scary she didn't know how to intervene without possibly
jeopardizing her health. She had never experienced anything like this
before; it was driving all the way up her and going into her bladder!
There was a sudden squirt of pee, which Brittney could feel
running down the tube inside her, as her bladder was pierced. Janice
told the girl to look to her right. There, hanging off the bed, Steve
lifting it up now to show to the girl, was her pee, newly liberated from
her bladder and settled into a clear plastic bag.
"How much did she give?" Janice asked Steve. His cock trembled
with lust as he witnessed this gift from inside Brittney's body.
"What do you mean?" Steve asked. Brittney groaned as Janice
adjusted the catheter in her pee hole.
"Look at the markings on the side of the bag," Janice said to
Steve. "It's in liters. Did she give... let me see... oh about a
quarter liter!" Janice smiled, looking over at the bag into which
Brittney's catheter drained. "That's a nice starting load," Janice
said.
"Can you take it out now?" Brittney asked, lying on the bed and
wondering if she could bear to reach down and pull on the tube.
"No, I cannot," Janice told the girl. "There's a small balloon
at the end of the cath, up inside your bladder, which I've just
inflated. The tube can't come out now even if you get the guts to reach
down and pull on it. You would only hurt yourself if you tried,
possibly tear your bladder, even. So don't do it. You'll keep this
cath up you for the rest of the night. I want a good big pee bag full
of you for the men who have asked for it."
"You're-- you're giving somebody my pee?!" Brittney asked,
incredulous.
"Yes, dear. Two men have paid $200.00 each for it," Janice
said. "I guess I'll split it between them. Or perhaps we'll do this
another night."
"I don't even want to do it tonight!" Brittney wailed. The men
had let go of her legs by now, and they still looked quite pretty, in
their knee-high black boots with the exceptional heels, but the girl
herself looked rather silly with a pee cath sticking out of her cunt.
It seemed vaguely penis-like, curving out of her, illuminated in Bob's
spot light. Clicks from the camera were heard. As they sounded, more
pee jetted down the tube, released from between Brittney's cunt lips.
The yellow fluid ran down the length of her tube and spilled into the
bag Steve was holding.
"I'll strap the bag to your leg," Janice told Brittney. "That
way you can continue to collect your pee while you help me torture
Steve." Janice took the bag from Steve. She used string-ties attached
to the bag to fix it against the side of Brittney's right boot. When
she was done she ordered the girl out of bed. Brittney got up very
slowly and carefully, afraid she would hurt herself. Finally she stood
before them, naked as before, with just her boots on, and the pee cath
trailing out of her and delivering her spurts of pee cleanly and
effortlessly into the bag strapped to her leg.
"This is so weird," Brittney said, stating the obvious.
'You wished to be a slave, and now you're a pee slave," Janice
smiled to the girl. "But earlier you asked for gloves. Well, I have
the perfect pair for you. Bondage gloves!"
As Brittney gazed open-mouthed, Janice went to a chest of
drawers. She returned with a single item, sewn together from two
halves. She made Brittney put her arms behind herself. Then she had
her turn, so that her back was to Janice. Brittney felt her breasts
thrust upward and out by her posture. It was quite lewd. She felt as
if her titties were being put on display, even as more pee jetted
obscenely out of her cunt and fell down her leg to the pee bag tied to
her ankle. Brittney wiggled uncomfortably as the gloves were slipped up
her arms. They were a tight fit. Her breasts were thrown out even more
as their clamping leather sheathed her arms and held them tight-pressed
together. The seventh grader had never felt herself so completely bound
before, at least not while she was still standing up, and able to walk!
When Janice had bound her arms, Brittney wobbling on her too tall booted
heels, she went to the chest of drawers again.
"This is awfully tight," Brittney said of the glove.
"Although your pee is needed, your words are not," Janice said
to the girl. She returned with a gag. She made Brittney open her
mouth, Steve helping a little by pressing his thumb inbetween the girl's
lips. When Brittney's lips were apart, Janice stuffed in the gag. It
consisted of a single piece of cloth. Steve tied it for Janice, behind
Brittney's head. As the seventh grade girl tested the gag with her
tongue she found that it had a slit in it.
"That's for you to stick your tongue through, when I command
you to lick Steve's penis," Janice told Brittney. "You will be doing a
great deal of work tonight, even with your hands tied, and your legs
sheathed tight in your boots, and your cunt working to deliver pee to
the bag." Janice smiled. "So you see, my dear, you did in fact get
dressed again."
"God, she looks so fucking cute," Steve gushed. "I want to see
her in a gag and boots and a bondage glove and with a pee bag stuck up
her every night!"
"Ah, but you are still naked," Janice said to Steve. He looked
at the woman.
"I hope you aren't planning to dress me like her," he said
suddenly.
"I don't want to dress like her either," Laurie offered, her
panties still ringing her knees as she looked with wonder at Brittney's
outfit.
"There is still one more item to add to Brittney's wardrobe,"
Janice said. "Steven, would you help Brittney get back on the bed. I
want her face down this time, her bottom up."
"Ngogoo!" Brittney gasped through her slitted gag. But she was
powerless to Stop Steve, being barely able to stand in her boots. He
guided her back to the bed with forced steps and made her get on it
again. He slapped her bare thigh and convinced her more would come,
against her bare naked behind, if she didn't assume the position Janice
had asked for. Brittney obeyed. Gasping through her gag, she watched
as Janice went again to the chest of drawers and returned this time with
a phallus shaped object. Dangling down from it was a rubber inflation
ball. Janice greased the thing as Brittney looked back over her
shoulder at it, cringing.
"Yes, dear. It isn't hard to guess where this is going, is
it?" Janice asked Brittney. Tears appeared in the brunette's eyes.
"In her bottom?" Laurie, her hands covering her own bare
behind, asked with a kind of childish glee.
"First prize to the girl with her panties around her knees,"
Janice said. "It is indeed going in her bottom, but there's a surprise
waiting for her once it's been inserted."
"What?" Laurie, transfixed by the device as she protected her
own assets, asked.
"As you can see, it is thinner and shorter than a full-sized
male penis," Janice said. "Brittney's mucosa, like your own, Laurie, is
still healing."
"Oh yes my bottom still hurts, a little, inside..." Laurie
said.
"That's why it's necessary to use only this little plug,"
Janice said, "though I would love to challenge her with something
bigger." She asked Steve and Bob to help her spread Brittney's bottom,
which was huddling tight, despite being uplifted. The men gripped the
girl's ass. They yanked it open. Brittney gave a wail through her gag
as she felt the plug shoved into her. When it was in her, Janice
announced her surprise.
"This little ball dangling down from the plug isn't just a
decoration," Janice explained. "By squeezing it, I can pump air into
the plug." Janice demonstrated. In doing so, she caused the plug to
expand. Brittney's anal ring stretched as the plug began to grow. The
girl gave a scream. Tears sprang to her eyes. She could be heard
trying to grit her teeth as Janice squeezed the little ball repeatedly,
doing little harm to the interior of Brittney's colon, where her mucosa
was torn, but stretching her anal ring to the point of almost breaking
it.
"My God! You'll rip open her asshole!" Steve cried.
"Mmmm. Big things come in small packages, when there's an
inflatable ball attached!" Janice laughed. Laurie stared, entranced, as
she watched her friend's bottom taken to the brink. She kept her own
hands firmly placed on her ass but seemed to love the sight of Brittney
being so sorely tested. Her eyes glowed.
"Oh I hope you never do that to me," Laurie blurted. The
dark-haired woman looked over at the blonde. She seemed to think a
moment, then said,
"I have other plans for your bottom, dear, now that you've
chosen to join us."
"What?" Steve asked, breathing a sigh of relief as Janice
stopped pumping the little ball she held in her hand. Brittney, still
on the bed, had fallen onto her side, but it did nothing to spare her
anus for the inflated plug was still up her, and bulgingly spreading her
ass.
"A colostomy bag," Janice said.
"What?" Laurie asked.
"A tube that I'm going to stick up your ass, if your mucosa can
stand it, to collect your poop," Janice told the girl.
"Oh my God!" Laurie gasped. Janice turned back to Brittney.
Looking at the girl, but speaking to Steve, she said, "In bottom
fucking, the passageway of the colon is important. But the key is the
anal ring." Janice leaned forward and stroked Brittney's hair, her
heavy breasts dangling their nipples in the girl's long chestnut locks.
"Dear Brittney," Janice said to the girl. "You almost lost last night
in our bottom fucking contest, to a girl who's practically a virgin.
That's unacceptable. You're too tight, dear. But don't worry, this
plug in your ass will stretch you, and make it easier for men to give
you what they must."
"Milk for the cow," Steve said, nodding, his penis quivering as
he nodded.
"And for the cow's bull," Bob suggested.
"I don't want you to collect my poop," Laurie said to Janice,
watching Brittney while keeping her own hands firmly on her ass.
"It's a donation for a good cause, dear," Janice said.
"What cause?" Laurie whined.
"Lusty men," Janice told the blonde. But her eyes were still
trained on Brittney, and as she spoke Janice pulled a plug out of the
base of the inflating ball in Brittney's behind. A whiz of air was
heard. Relief showed in Brittney's tearful eyes. "I'm letting a little
air out, dear," Janice told the brunette. "If I really did burst you it
would spoil all our fun!"
With Brittney booted and gloved and gagged and catheterized,
with an inflated plug in her butt, there was little more that even the
inventive Janice could think to do to her. She was "dressed," after
being undressed, clothed in the wickedest attire for games of love. Yet
with all her encumbrances, her cunt still showed, peeping sweetly
between her legs. And her nipples still stood in full view on her
chest, perkily at the tips of her breasts, making Steve's mouth water.
Her belly too was still bare, her "innie" navel twinkling there, the
flatness of her stomach an invitation to men to fill her with their
need. Janice turned to Laurie, as Bob, smitten with the sight of
Brittney lolling on the bed, captive and yet free, able to get up and
walk if she wished, if only she could find the floor, clicked photos of
the girl.
"Ahhh Laurie," Janice said. She reached out and embraced the
girl. She found her small hands behind her back, on her bottom, and
lifted them away.
"Don't," Laurie protested. Janice placed the girl's hands on
her tits.
"Feel yourself, your richness of lovely young flesh," Janice
breathed to the girl. Laurie blushed. She had not had breasts a year
ago; a month ago they had been smaller than they were now. She was
becoming mouthwateringly large, her tits drawing even the eyes of
middle-aged men when she went grocery shopping with her mother. "How
perfect your nipples are. I would love to hang clamps on them," Janice
said to the girl.
"Oh don't," Laurie whined.
"No. It is your bottom I'm going to attend to first," Janice
said. "I want you on the bed, beside Brittney. But do not roll about
as she is doing now. I want you in what we like to refer to as the
regulation position, the position preferred for bottom love. On your
knees, your head in the pillow, your ass lifted high. And your legs
apart, girl, showing your lovely little dell beneath your cleft ass.
You will assume this position many times in the months and years to
come. For whippings, for bottom-fucking, for penetrating your pussy.
And sometimes even for what I'm going to do to you know, for the
implanting of a fake cock in your ass."
"Oh no!" Laurie cried. She struggled with her hands, which
Janice still held to her tits. The woman smiled. She knew what Laurie
wished to do. She wanted to clap her palms to her bottom again!
"You must not resist," Janice told the girl. "Why do I see
such resistance in your eyes? You obeyed me last night, you knelt on
the white furred dias and let Brittney challenge you to an ass fucking
contest." Laurie's eyes rolled in her head. With her blush deepening,
looking down at herself, she said, in a contrite voice,
"I- I was in love."
"Ahhh, Jeb," Janice said. "But how about the night before, my
dear? When you were put on your knees with your head through a wall?"
"I- I was innocent," Laurie said.
"But now you are all grown up and know what you like and don't
like, eh?" Janice asked. Laurie nodded. With a frown clouding her
otherwise beautiful face, Janice said, "You must learn that love is not
just having what you wish for. It always involves at least to people,
unless it's masturbation, and the other person's wishes must be
accounted for. Now in my case I want you bottom up on the bed, and I'm
prepared to force you if necessary, girl. I know I'm a woman. In the
real world, out there, one woman's lust for another isn't respected.
But we're not out there, dear. We're here in my house, in my bedroom.
And you're going to do just as I say, when I say it, because I'm older
and wiser than you and I don't invite guest to my house to let them do
as they please; I invite them to please myself." Janice took one of her
hands off Laurie's hand, where she was pressing it to the girl's right
tit. She placed it on her shoulder. "Turn around, dear. Your
disobedience is already asking for punishment," Janice said. Whimpering
a little, Laurie obeyed. She found herself with her back to the woman,
presenting her bare ass to her. She wanted to reach around and protect
her behind with her hands but she kept her palms on her tits, where
Janice seemed to want them.
SMACK! Janice gave the girl's bottom a slap with her palm.
"Ooooh!" Laurie howled. Janice looked down at the girl's round
juddering cheeks. She admired the way they huddled more closely at the
slap of her palm, and decided to give them more.
SMACK! SMACK! Janice's hand went, and Laurie's cries
increased, both in volume and intensity, her bare tits wiggling
jello-like now as her hands flew out and down, coming to rest on her
palm-reddened bottom.
"Don't," Laurie said, through tear-laden eyes, to Janice.
"Are you going to do as I'm asking, and get on the bed?" Janice
said.
"No! You're going to put something up my ass!" Laurie said.
"You are in need of a great deal of training," Janice said.
She sighed. "You make it difficult for me dear, but there's no other
way."
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Chapter Four
The building was made of granite. Big blocks of stone from
some since-forgotten quarry had been laid down here, and what the
original structure had been intended for it was no longer possible to
surmise. Jeb helped Laurie out of the limousine. With her hands tied
behind her, it was difficult for her to rise up by herself from the deep
leather of the car's seat. He drew her into the bright sunlight,
feeling her tremble as she regarded the building before her, its
solidity, its impenetrability beneath the otherwise invasive rays of the
sun, which cut through her thin summer dress, giving a glimpse of her
bare legs beneath and even her blonde muff.
"You will be kept here for two weeks," Jeb said to the girl.
He relished the way she trembled as he spoke to her. Indeed, she had
been quivering quietly in the seat beside him all the way out to this
place. "Unlike our hotel room it has no modern means of communication.
No phone, no computer with e-mail. Even the postman doesn't deliver
anything here. He thinks the place is abandoned." Jeb touched Laurie's
breast, which the sunlight, though her blouse, had illuminated the
pinkness of. Her red nipple rose as he touched it, despite the fear in
her eyes. Laurie's other nipple perked up under her blouse in sympathy,
without being handled. In fact both her nipples had been semi-hard
since they'd gotten in the car together at the hotel, rising and falling
with her waves of fear and excitement, but now, with the building in
front of her no longer just a fantasy and Jeb touching her, they grew to
their full height, sweet perfect cherry stemmed tips, seemingly begging
for what Jeb was going to do to her. Jeb had no doubt that Laurie was,
in her own girlish way, looking forward to the punishment he had planned
for her. He had seen this in other girls, a commitment to total
submission, which they resisted to the point of needing to be tied, as
Laurie was now, with her hands behind her, yet which they accepted as
readily as a young pony took a saddle, knowing that its loving master
was only trying to help it accept all that the world would require of
it.
"Yes, Laurie, you will be humiliated, but by someone who
admires and respects you," Jeb said to the girl. "Life will surely
bring humiliations to you in time, real humiliations that you will have
to bear, like getting rejected by a boyfriend, or not getting the job
you want or the college you'd hoped for. Those will be real hurts, but
mine, however painful, are only for the purpose of training." He looked
at her belly, whose flatness the sun was exposing through her blouse.
"Someday you might have to have an operation, a real surgical
procedure," Jeb said to Laurie. "You will certainly one day bear
children. I will give you the training in pain and torment that will
help you endure those real life travails. I can stop anytime, give you
a rest, but when you are bearing a child the baby won't stop coming out
of your womb just because it hurts. That is the sort of thing we'll be
doing here, testing you, helping you expand what you know you can take.
It won't be easy. If it were easy you wouldn't learn anything by it.
But it won't be necessary either, like real life things are. It will
only seem necessary, because I require it, not because you're full with
child or ready for college and having to take what's offered. It will
be a form of play, albeit painful play, to get you ready for your future
years, while you're still perfect, still young and hardy and utterly
beautiful. Do you consent?" Jeb asked Laurie, which was rather an odd
question since she had her panties stuffed into her mouth, held in place
by his tie. But she nodded, which was all she could do, very slightly.
He kissed her nose and her forehead. He would have kissed her lips but
the gag made it impossible. Then he did try, kissing his tie, which
separated her lips into an open-mouthed permanent gasp. As he kissed
his tie he lifted his face slightly, bringing his upper lip into contact
with hers, and then shifting his face down a little he touched his lower
lip as well. Then he stepped back from her and in the harsh noon
sunlight, which exposed her so despite her dress and blouse, he told
her, "Always remember that I don't love you. I am using you, for my
pleasure and your benefit. There must be no love between us. It would
lessen the impact of your training, if we were doing it as lovers. I
might torture you one day and you might torture me the next, or we might
have a fight, derailing the whole thing. Such lover's trivialities will
not be allowed to distract us here. I am master, and you are slave. I
order and you obey. I determine what will happen at all times. You may
scream out your needs or your fears but these walls are thick. Nobody
knows we're here, except a few well-chosen friends of mine. And don't
think you are my first. I have brought at least a half dozen girls
here. You are just one more, something to pass the time." He turned.
He grasped her arm as he did so and she felt herself pulled forward, her
hands bound behind her, her breasts high and proud, illuminated by the
sunlight, her nipples displaying her desire for what he had told her in
a most embarrassing way.
Jeb took a key from his pocket and opened a wooden door in the
side of the building. It was heavy. He had to use considerable effort
to get it to swing open. Looking at it, Laurie could see that, locked
or unlocked, it might well prove impossible for her to open. That made
her tremble all the more as Jeb ushered her from the light of day into
the building's shadowed interior.
Laurie gasped as a figure came forward from the shadows. It
had long hair, blonde, like Brittney's, and for a moment Laurie thought
it was Brittney, but then she realized the woman was taller and older,
at least 20. She wore a black dress. It had a high collar which,
buttoned tightly, seemed to resemble a leather collar around her neck,
although it was only made of buttoned-up cloth. Her dress hugged her
figure. It was a body to be proud of and the woman obviously was,
smiling as she approached Laurie and Jeb, her hips swaying in the
close-fitting material, her legs flashing whitely where the dress, slit
up both sides, showed her model-long legs. Her dress had sleeves that
clasped her thin arms, right down to her wrists, where cuffs of black
cloth, similar to her high collar, buttoned them. She looked frail in
her dress, her figure like something made of ivory, closed up in black
lace, but there was one exception to the frailness of her body. It was
her breasts. Big and juddering, white in the semi-darkness of the room,
they wobbled freely, nakedly, holes being artfully cut in her dress to
reveal their perfection. The nipples were hard and pink, like Laurie's
nipples, but unlike Laurie, who wore a thin summer dress over her
breasts, this woman displayed hers like ripe treats. She wore no bra;
none was needed, her breasts were high and firm, confident.
"Is this the girl?" the woman asked Jeb.
"Yes, Linda, this is she," Jeb said. There was pride in his
voice, as if he were showing off some new colt.
"Is she broken to the whip?" the woman asked, as
matter-of-factly as if she were asking about the weather outside.
"A little," Jeb said. "She will need more training."
"Then she is perfect," the woman smiled. Her eyes flashed at
Laurie, who gasped again. The woman's gaze felt penetrating, this frail
blonde who nonetheless exuded such free-spirited confidence. "May I
show her to her room?" the woman asked.
"Yes," Jeb said. "How soon can you have her ready for our
first session?"
"An hour," the woman answered. She brushed back her hair, her
blonde hair which scintillated in the darkness, and then she reached out
and brushed back Laurie's hair. "Give me an hour," the woman said. Her
eyes studied Laurie's breasts, jutting up at her through the thin summer
dress.
"Very well," Jeb said. "I'll be waiting in the study." The
blonde clasped Laurie's hand. The woman's hand felt cold, Laurie's was
warm from the sun. She led Laurie down a cool, shadowed passageway,
made of granite. They were sealed in this place, Laurie realized, with
the big heavy door closed. It was very quiet, the sounds of the outside
world couldn't begin to penetrate the thick granite walls. Laurie
shivered as she realized the result: she could scream all she like, and
no one would hear.
They reached a door set into one of the right-hand wall. The
woman pulled out a key. It hung around her neck, underneath her
buttoned cloth collar. Laurie had not seen it hanging between the
woman's breasts, she realized, for, although it hung between the woman's
two juddering naked tits it was covered by the small part of her dress
that fell inbetween the space between her breasts. The woman unlocked
the door. Giving Laurie's hand another squeeze, which she still held,
she then led her forward into a small stone room.
It was a place where a monk might study. It had a simple
wooden frame bed, with a spring board and mattress on it. There was a
lone pillow, centered at the head of the bed. The covers were tightly
stretched, military-style. In one corner of the room, across from the
bed, a ceramic toilet stood white and naked, illuminated by a single
bare bulb that hung from the stone ceiling. There was a roll of toilet
paper on the floor, standing upright. Nobody had bothered to bolt a
toilet roll holder to the wall. Next to the toilet there was a sink.
It was old, like the toilet, its porcelain cracked a little, although
apparently not enough to allow water to leak through. Above it was a
mirrored cabinet. The blonde woman led Laurie to the cabinet and pulled
open the mirrored door. Inside the girl saw toothpaste, a new unwrapped
toothbrush, tampons and makeup.
"Everything you'll need is here," the blonde woman said to the
girl. "Now get undressed. Clothing is forbidden here, unless it is
given to you. And then expect it to be of a kinky nature. In other
words, you'll be naked even if you're dressed, for what you're likely to
be given to wear is something on the order of boots and a collar."
Laurie felt chilly in the bare stone room, with nothing but a
bed and toilet to keep her company, the sink little more than an insult,
with its cracked basin, the mirrored cabinet something a female prisoner
might expect to find in a prison.
"I- I don't want to get undressed," Laurie balked. She hugged
the front of her dress with her hands, pressing her palms to her
breasts. She could feel the hardness of her nipples' points under her
palms.
The blonde woman, seemingly not even hearing Laurie, checked
her own hair in the mirror, after closing the cabinet door again.
"I'm Kara," she said to the girl. "Jeb may have given you some
grand speech about how all this is meant to benefit you. Don't believe
it. You're here for my benefit, dear, nothing more. I love seeing a
girl tortured and so does he. It improves our lovemaking. You're quite
superfluous, except that you happen to be the current body we're using
to excite ourselves with. Last month it was a girl from Nevada and the
month before that a Mexican girl. Really, it doesn't matter who the
girl is, as long as she's suitably young and pretty." Kara turned. She
regarded Laurie. "And you are, so get undressed," Kara said. She
touched Laurie's hair, making her flinch, pushing it back out of
Laurie's eyes where it had fallen. "There's nothing we can't do to you
here, and nothing we won't try," Kara said. "We can't kill you, I
suppose. It would be a hassle to get rid of your body. Effectively, I
mean. Nowadays even incinerated bodies have a way of leaving a tooth
behind, or something, that investigators might find. So don't expect to
be killed. Don't fear it, I mean. But otherwise..." Kara's eyes
glowed. "Otherwise you're entirely ours, dear. Your breasts, your
mouth, your sweet little pussy, even your ass hole. Expect us to
investigate every part of you. You will be fed and watered as needed,
given regular hours for sleep, so nothing should concern you. You won't
be abused in any way, I mean like a kidnap victim. On the other hand,
you will be used sexually. Severely used, even. The damage won't be
permanent, I mean I branded a girl once, but she wanted that. Yet
despite how well you'll be treated there's still so much leeway...
nipple clamps, cattle prods, and of course the lash. Expect to be
whipped every day, sometimes twice a day. And as for your pussy, and
ass hole, and your pretty mouth, expect to have them stuffed full
regularly. We may have friends over and you can guess who's pretty
young bottom will receive discipline for their pleasure, who will get
her brains fucked out when the lash finally grows quiet."
"M- Me?" Laurie asked, in a high childlike voice that made Kara
laugh. She kissed the young girl, right on her lips.
"Yes you, little Laurie!" Kara said. There was a triumphant
look in her eyes. "You will be the guest of honor at our parties, your
perfect little body that I'm dying to get a look at. Quick, take off
your dress. Don't make me rip it off you." Laurie hesitated, her hands
still pressed to her breasts. "Must I slap you?" Kara added, gazing
down at the girl, for she was taller than Laurie. "Don't make me slap
you," Kara said. She kissed the girl again, full on the lips, and then
as Laurie still stood blinking from the kiss she turned the girl, so
that her back was to her, and she quickly and expertly undid the buttons
at the back of Laurie's dress.
The dress fell away. Laurie let it pass, shivering, then
caught again at her bosoms with her hands when the dress had dropped to
her waist. Kara reached down and worked Laurie's dress past her hips
and down her legs. Laurie wore simple white panties underneath. They
were laid bare now as her dress was dropped to her ankles. Kara admired
the white cotton that clasped the girl's twin bottom-spheres, her
wiggling round pumpkin, split up the middle. Then she grasped the
waistband of Laurie's panties and pulled those down too, and Laurie let
out a shout as she felt her bottom bared to the cool air of the room.
"There. Step out of your things," Kara said to the girl, when
her panties and dress were wrapped around her ankles. The girl obeyed.
Daintily she stepped out of her clothes. When she was done Kara picked
them up. "I'll see that these are kept for you until it's time to
depart," Kara said. She tossed the clothes on the still-made bed. Then
she touched Laurie's ribs, stroking her hands up and down the sides of
the girl's nude body. "Let's have a look at you. God, Jeb sure knows
how to choose them," Kara said. "Turn around," she added after a
moment. Laurie obeyed. The woman inspected her bottom like someone
seeing if a toddler needed to make doo-doo. "Such a pretty ass!" Kara
remarked. "Have you entertained a penis in it?"
"Y-Yes," Laurie said, blushing. A hand slapped her behind,
making her shout.
"Naughty girl!" Kara laughed. "But it's good training for what
you'll experience here. Several of our friends love ass fucking. And
all the things that go with such a sport too, like enema bags, colostomy
bags, and the sport of ramming a challenging dildo up a butt hole. You
know, one of those with multiple balls on it, each one bigger than the
last, to see how much you can take without bursting your anal
sphincter. I've learned to take five balls out of seven. Jeb is still
training me. Let's give you a little makeup, just so you can feel
pretty. Then we'll go to Jeb and perhaps he'll pick that game first. I
would love to know how many balls you can take." She prodded a finger
inbetween Laurie's ass cheeks. The girl let out a squeal. Her bottom
instinctively tightened. "I'd say three out of seven, judging from how
squeamish you are," Kara laughed.
Laurie was made to sit on the bed. Its cover felt soft against
her bare bottom. Kara got makeup from the mirrored cabinet and painted
her face. When the girl was looking positively whorish, despite being
in seventh-grade, Kara opened the door to her room and led her out, by
her hand, and down the hall to where Jeb waited, reading an erotic book,
in his study.
"Ta-daaah!" Kara said, delight in her eyes, showing off the
bare naked Laurie to her lover.
"She looks like a total slut," Jeb remarked, looking up from
his book. Bashfully Laurie looked down at her toes, her hand still in
Kara's, her breasts wobbling nakedly before her eyes as she looked down
at her feet. Beside her, Kara's breasts were as excited as ever.
Laurie heard an unzipping sound and realized Jeb was releasing his own
excitement. It stood up tall and hard in the semi-darkness of the
study, Jeb's reading lamp illuminating its shaft with white light.
"Laurie would like to see how many balls on a multiple-ball
dildo she can take up her bottom," Kara suggested. Laurie gasped,
looked up. Jeb laughed.
"Alright," Jeb said. "That's as good a place to start her
training as any. But first I've got to give her some lashes with my
belt."
"Yes. Of course. It will help break your resistance," Kara
explained to Laurie, turning to the girl. Jeb pulled his belt out of
his pants. It made a quick, slithering sound, like a snake. Laurie
blinked as she looked at it, hanging from Jeb's upraised hand.
"Would you please come and lean over my desk," Jeb said,
indicating the big wooden desk that dominated his study. He had not
been sitting behind it, sitting instead in a chair in the corner, but
now he walked over to it and dropped down in its big comfortable chair,
letting the desk come between himself and the two females who stood in
the middle of the room. Kara led Laurie up to the desk. The girl felt
the wooden edge of the desk press against her pussy. Her pubic thatch
could just be seen over the top of the desk. A paper cutter lay near
her cunt, on the desk's surface.
"Bend down," Kara said to the girl. With a frightened look at
both her hosts, Laurie obeyed. When she was flat against the desk, the
edge of it pressing into her pubis, her breasts squashed against its
surface, Jeb told her to stretch out her arms. Laurie did so; he
grasped her wrists and made her clasp the end of his desk, the side he
was sitting behind. Her fingers could just reach. Another quarter inch
and the desk would have been too wide for her.
"Get a towel, or something, to protect her hips," Jeb said to
Kara. "There's not enough room to support her hips with a pillow."
Kara left the room. She returned a moment later with a folded pink
towel which she put between Laurie's pubis and the desk's edge, having
the girl rise up a little so she could fit it there, then having her
bend down again and grasp the edge of the desk again.
Jeb stood up. He came around to where Laurie stood trembling
over the desk's edge, her upper body flat against the desk's surface,
her bottom well-presented. Jeb told the girl to spread her legs. She
did, showing her pretty quim as he leaned down to admire her there.
"Get the dildo and grease it," Jeb said to Kara. Laurie saw
the woman nod as she looked back at her, over her shoulder, her brown
chestnut hair partly blocking her view. Jeb waited with Laurie, as Kara
left the room again and then returned, a big dildo with multiple balls
clenched in her fist. Laurie counted seven balls in all, gasping at how
each was bigger than the one before it, the smallest the size of a
marble and the largest bigger than a fist. Kara had vaseline in her
hand, which she set down on a corner of the desk. Then, as Jeb and
Laurie waited, the woman's finely manicured long-nailed fingers
lubricated all seven of the balls.
"I'm an optimist," Kara laughed to Laurie, whose face by now
was as pale as her white untanned bottom.
"Don't take this too badly," Jeb said to the girl bent over his
desk, her bottom arched, his belt swinging close to her now as he
spoke. "Afterwards we'll have a good soak in the jacuzzi. We'll
celebrate whatever you were able to take, even it if was just one ball,
although I must say I'm going to push you to take your absolute limit.
Hang onto the desk. Don't make me resort to tying you. I know you've
tasted the whip a little. You have some idea of what it will feel
like. I'll let you rest between strokes; not to be merciful, but so you
can feel the full extent of the pain. That is what we're here for, to
test the limits of your pain and push you beyond them. This is just a
taster. Don't think this is the harshest Kara and I can be. This is
just a sort of get-acquainted punishment. Hold yourself well, keep your
poise. As for screaming, the idea is not to do too much of it. It's
considered bad manners. But you may scream if you must, although I'll
expect you to hold your tongue when our guests are here, to show you've
been well trained. Are you ready?" he asked Laurie, touching her bare
bottom with his hand, which caused her to flinch.
"N- No," Laurie said, sounding as if she were still confused
about the whole thing, which indeed she was.
"I'll step round and hold her hands for her," Kara said. The
woman did, Laurie gasped at the strength of the frail-boned woman's grip
on her wrists. Pulled tight, her bottom well offered, Laurie made a
pretty picture. So pretty, in fact, that Kara let go of her,
admonishing her not to move, and went and got a camera. She snapped a
picture of Laurie's white bottom. Then she returned to the front of the
desk and sat in Jeb's chair, again taking Laurie's wrists in her hands.
"Whip away," Kara said to her lover. He grinned and swung his belt.
CRACK! The leather, with much greater force than Laurie had
expected, connected with her bottom. Tears sprang to Laurie's eyes at
once. Her mouth opened in a howling cry.
"One," Jeb said, announcing the stroke over Laurie's scream.
He waited. Laurie's hips ground against the edge of the desk, protected
only by the towel, which did nothing to save her bottom, which loomed
whitely behind her, a single red stroke now decorating its cheeks. When
the girl's agonized little dance receded, Jeb gave her another stroke.
"Two," Jeb announced, as Laurie again cried out, her tears
flowing more freely now, her eyes registering shock at how harshly the
belt had hit her. Kara laughed.
"She is a novice," Kara said. "Sweet Laurie, this is nothing
compared to what we can do to you, and will do," Kara advised.
A third stroke was given after a time, then a fourth, each one
more harshly applied than the last. The third and fourth strokes caused
red ridges to rise on Laurie's white bottom, weals, marks of her mastery
by this man whom she barely knew.
"Now stick out your bottom, really offer it," Jeb encouraged
the crying Laurie. "In the real world you must cover yourself with
panties and jeans, or a skirt, but not here. I want you to shove your
ass back at me. Think of yourself as trying to shit in my face," Jeb
told her. Laurie felt a twinge of revenge. It suddenly seemed quite
appropriate to moon this man, this person who had brought her such
pain. It was the only thing she could do; Kara held her wrists firmly.
So Laurie gritted her teeth and shoved her ass backward, feeling her
formerly white cheeks split, like twin pumpkin halves, showing Jeb her
bottom hole and her open, yet untouched cunt.
WHACK! With a wicked stroke, which Jeb had planned all along,
he struck poor Laurie right up inbetween the crack of her bottom. The
leather of his belt kissed her ass hole, stung it, like some leathery
bee, while down below, where her cunt lewdly splayed itself, the belt
curled inward and scorched her pussy.
"YeeeeHOOOOOOOOO!" Laurie cried, bucking and screaming as never
before. It took all Kara's strength to hold the girl down. In the end
she lost; Laurie broke free. Tears flowing copiously from her eyes,
which blinked and squeezed and then opened large like twin moons, only
to shut tight again from the pain, Laurie clapped her palms to her
bottom. She rubbed her ass like someone who'd just sat in a bees nest,
feeling the welts, screaming at the sting of them, unable to get her
fingers sufficiently inbetween her ass cheeks, due to her huddling
cheeks. She did a little dance, this wounded seventh-grade girl, there
in front of Jeb's desk, as Kara, wiping her brow, smiled and looked at
her lover.
"Nice job, honey," Kara said to Jeb.
"Thanks," Jeb answered. "I think we're due for a sit in the
jacuzzi, don't you?"
"Yes, the hot water will roast her welts quite nicely," Kara
said.
"Oooooohh, this is awful! I want to go home!" Laurie cried
out, when she managed to find her voice.
"The pain is just beginning, dear, that was just a taster,"
Kara laughed.
"You must learn to appreciate what we give you," Jeb said.
"Only through pain can you learn true liberation of the body." Laurie
was in such a state from her whipping that the two lovers decided to
spare her the dildo with multiple balls. It had been the point of the
whipping, but the girl was obviously so new to such things that she
would only gripe about it.
"She must be trained," Jeb said to Kara. "Janice and the
others must have done little more than toy with her."
When Laurie was no longer dancing about like a banshee, her
feet finally at rest on the floor of the study, Kara urged her to bend
over the desk again. Laurie obeyed, sniffling and keeping one eye on
the greased multiple ball dildo.
"Poor baby," Kara said. She took cream from a drawer of Jeb's
desk and began spreading it over Laurie's behind. The place of her
recent punishment became, as Laurie bent forward, gripping the opposite
end of the desk, a place of erotic enjoyment. Kara made sure not just
to cream the girl's bottom, making her wince as she traced the girl's
welts with her fingers. She also spread cream up the girl's bottom
crack, touching the place where the strap had hurt her, and lovingly
massaged her between her thighs, where the lips of her cunt spread open
for her.
"Oooh! OOOOOH!" Laurie gasped, as Kara made love to her pussy
with her deft fingers. The woman was an expert at pleasuring another
female. It was often her job to do so, to keep the girls that she and
Jeb punished interested in the proceedings. Laurie was slowly stroked
to orgasm. When it came, it made her whole body shudder. When it was
over Laurie begged for more, but Kara told her she was naughty and that
it was time to go to the jacuzzi.
"A little at a time, dear. That's the best way," Kara said to
the girl. She kissed her creamed bottom.
"Oh I liked that very much, I mean the last bit," Laurie
confessed, standing up and clutching her bottom again and blushing. As
if in invitation, she thrust forward her pubis. Her eyes begged Kara to
touch her some more, but the woman refused.
"Are you-- are you going to get naked now?" Laurie asked, as
Jeb stepped behind Kara and began to undo her black dress.
"Yes, dear. We all are. For the jacuzzi," Kara smiled.
Laurie just stood there, abjectly, hands on her ass, offering her cunt,
until both lovers were naked. The girl's eyes fluttered wide and she
gasped when she saw Jeb's erection.
"It's so BIG!" Laurie exclaimed, as she looked at the man's
pulsating rod of flesh.
"Now you know why he's my lover," Kara smiled. She took the
girl's hand. She led her out of the study, her place of torment and
passion, and down a hall. Jeb followed, his penis seemingly pointing
the way, or rather pointing at both girls' wiggling bare asses. The
light in the hallway increased. The trio rounded a bend and there,
through a hole cut in the ceiling, or perhaps where the ceiling had once
fallen in, was a jacuzzi. It was made of wood, banded by curved rods of
iron. It stood on the stone floor, half as tall as Laurie. A wood step
stool led upward to it, so that one might step over the wooden side of
the thing and drop down into the water. Kara led Laurie over to a bit
of plumbing and turned a handle. The water inside the jacuzzi began to
stir. A moment later it was bubbling, rich with foam, all of it
illuminated by sunlight coming down from the hole in the roof. They
were still inside the granite building, deep inside it, there was as yet
no escape that Laurie could see, she was still a captive. She shivered
as she saw the things arrayed on a shelf that was built next to the
jacuzzi. A bottle of vaseline, for lubrication. Several condoms, a
pile of towels. The purpose of the jacuzzi was obvious; it was a place
of making love. She might have been entranced by the sight of such
love-making things, but there were several more items on the shelf: a
leather whip, curled and lying ready like a snake. A pot of cream. And
a dildo with multiple balls!
"Oh my God!" Laurie gasped. She flinched and blurted the word
"God!" again when Kara patted her bottom.
"Up the steps," Kara said to the girl. "Get in, but don't get
your hair wet." The woman reached up to the shelf, took down the last
item at the very end of it. That was a pink ribbon, which Kara used to
tie up Laurie's hair. When she was done she again gave Laurie's bare
ass a slap, this time it was indeed a slap, not just a pat, and the
girl, shouting in surprise, hurried up the steps of the jacuzzi, both
lovers eyeing her pretty bottom as she went, her ponytailed, pinned-up
hair bobbing seductively from the back of her head as she proceeded.
Lifting her arms and making a display of her lovely bare
breasts, Kara tied up her own hair with a second pink ribbon from the
shelf. Then, before ascending the stairs herself, she reached for
another ribbon and playfully tied it around the middle of Jeb's big
fleshy cock.
Laurie, meanwhile, had stepped over the side of the jacuzzi and
plopped down into the water. At once the heat of the water aroused her
welts. The shock and sting of this new sensation made her cry out.
Then she bit her lip, trying hard not to look too juvenile before her
hosts, who were ignoring her as they played with the ribbons. Afraid of
the whip, which was within reaching distance but which she feared to
touch, Laurie watched the two lovers finish playing and then come up the
stairs after her, Kara's hair pinned up and Jeb holding back what boiled
in his balls by the ribbon tied around him. They got in. When they
were in the water, still standing thigh-high in it, Jeb made a flourish
of untying the ribbon around himself before lowering his cock into the
water.
"That was to keep you from cumming, dear," Kara scolded.
"I know," Jeb answered. "But I doubt it would help very much."
"Well I think it would help at least a little," Kara said. She
insisted on taking the ribbon from him and, reaching under the water,
she tied it back on him again. "There. I want you to last as long as
possible," Kara said.
"Meanwhile you two will frig each other silly," Jeb said
ruefully to his lover.
"Yes. Just to tease you and make you wait, and to make you
desperate," Kara told him. She smiled at Laurie. "There are ways to
torture a man without even touching him," she said. Kara moved close to
Laurie. She took the bottle of vaseline off the shelf. It was a
squeeze bottle and, aiming it at Laurie's right nipple, she squirted the
girl's ripe tit.
"Ohhh!" Laurie gasped.
"Now the other one," Kara said, and aimed at Laurie's other
bosomy treat and anointed it as well. Then the woman put the vaseline
back on the shelf, carefully closing the cap, and she began to massage
Laurie's breast, her own twins floating aimlessly on the water, lovely
gourds of flesh that mesmerized Jeb's eyes as he watched the woman coax
new sighs from the girl.
"Ooooh! Ooooh! Stop playing with my tits," Laurie begged, but
Jeb could see by her sighs and her sweet fluttering eyes that she didn't
really want the woman to stop. When her tits were completely coated in
vaseline, and her nipples, which had always been pebble-stiff, seemed to
want to launch themselves like twin little rockets from the tips of her
breasts, Kara urged the girl to slip down into the water. Laurie did;
the frothing liquid washed her breasts. Beneath the water, Jeb could be
sensed doing something with his hand.
"Jeb! Are you masturbating that big cock of yours?" Kara
smiled at her lover, frowning slightly.
"I- I can't help it," Jeb gasped.
Kara put her hands beneath Laurie's tits and pulled the girl's
boobs free of the water. The vaseline had been coaxed from her breasts
by the churning water. Now the woman stuck out her tongue and aimed it
right at the girl's tits, which she continued to support with her
hands. Laurie screamed as she felt Kara's tongue come to her right
nipple. It was a delicious sensation, one that made the girl blush but
that she couldn't bear to tell Kara to cease. Under the water the
girl's hand began to move, between her legs. Laurie could no longer
hold back her own desire to play with herself, just as Jeb was doing.
Kara kept up her attack on the girl's tits; first one, then the other.
Meanwhile both Jeb and Laurie continued to play with themselves, Jeb
handling his big cock and Laurie investigating her sweet young cunt with
her small fingers.
"Oooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" Laurie cried out. She orgasmed. Just
as she did, Kara still working over her nipples with her avid tongue,
there was a squirt of white seed into the warm water of the jacuzzi.
Jeb was cumming, spurting himself out uselessly, but ever so happily,
beneath the churning foam.
"Jeb!" Kara said, feeling the jet of the man's need striking
her leg under the water. Laurie felt it too, for the man was wiggling
his big prick and deliriously spending himself toward both luscious
females. For a moment there was only the sound of the water, as Jeb
continued to spurt and Laurie groaned in bliss, biting her lip so as not
to embarrass herself by shouting. Then it was over. Laurie was
finished, Jeb was finished, Kara let go of the young girl's breasts,
knowing she could take more but that she had, for the moment, reached a
peak. As for Jeb, being a man, there were no immediate new peaks
available. His cock shrank under the water, its mission done. In his
mind Jeb turned to the idea of punishing Laurie as a new source of
stimulation. Laurie sensed it. She felt Jeb's eyes slide to the whip,
curled and waiting on the shelf, and the big jar of cream and dildo with
multiple balls.
"Oh no!" Laurie gasped.
"We must get him ready for sex again," Kara said frankly to the
girl. "Do you think you're ready to try the dildo with the multiple
balls?"
"N- Nooo," Laurie answered. Her eyes were wide and Kara
respected her obvious fear.
They got out of the jacuzzi, descending the stairs one by one,
Jeb leading the way with his now flaccid cock. Kara took towels from
the wooden shelf and passed them out. They each dried their own bodies,
looking at each other, admiring each other. Laurie and Kara's hair was
still dry; the ribbons had protected their tresses. Kara laid aside her
towel and reached up and back and untied her own ribbon. Laurie was
about to do the same but Kara stopped her.
"Don't," Kara said. "I want your back unprotected if I should
decide to flog it."
"Oh pwease!" Laurie said, mangling the word, but a glare from
Kara kept her obedient. She let her hair remain in a pink-ribboned pony
tail as the woman took away her towel, clasped her hand, and led her
naked back down the stone hall. Jeb followed, his penis rising slightly
at the thought of what they were leading their guest to.
It was a torture chamber. Laurie was led into it as naked as
the day she was born, her bottom red but otherwise perfect, her hair
pinned up neatly, out of the way, so that her entire body might be
subject to whatever was chosen for her. Laurie cried out as the saw the
chamber she was led into. Every conceivable device for punishing the
human body was there. With her own breasts nakedly bouncing, her
nipples stiff, Kara showed the girl around. Together they explored it,
hand in hand, their twin breasts intriguing Jeb as he watched. Again
the sight was too stimulating for him not to take advantage of it. He
began to toy with his flaccid cock, making it stand up a little more,
massaging it pleasantly as he watched the two girls.
There were hooks, chains, a barred cage to small to stand up
in. There was no bed, but a medical exam table where one might be
stretched out and strapped down. In one corner there was a commode, for
the necessary relief that would be needed during long hours of
exertion. Standing upright beside it, a tall metal pole adorned with an
enema bag and tubing promised that some forms of needed relief would be
induced. Whips were commonplace; there were enough to put twelve horses
across a finish line. Scariest of all for Laurie, who had little
experience in such matters, there was row after row of dildos, in all
shapes and sizes. The place was like Janice's dungeon, but worse, it
seemed, for Kara and Jeb had a deeper commitment to pain. For in
addition to all these things, there were items of outright torture. A
headdress, made of steel, which Kara showed Laurie had a spiked bit that
could be fitted over the tongue. No one could doubt that the spikes,
when applied, would give new meaning to the concept of piercing. There
was something for the foot, which Kara urged Laurie to step into. The
girl did, but only very tentatively, for it was made to crush and break
the foot, slowly or quickly, when it was fitted properly. There were
large wooden bats, two of them, leaning against one wall. Kara
explained to Laurie that these could be used to break limbs; both were
instant tickets to having a cast that one could spend months having
friends illustrate.
Kara pulled back a curtain. She showed Laurie more things, a
whole additional roomful of them. There was a padded dental chair, and
beside it lay a tray that brimmed with real instruments. Laurie gasped
as she saw dental picks, drills, tongs for pulling teeth, and metal
vises to forcibly spread the lips of the patient. There was, next to
the dental chair, a padded barber's chair. But it wasn't for hair
dressing, Kara explained, saying that they only ever used it to deprive
a girl of her pubic hair. A bowl and whipping brush, and a tube of
ready-made lather, waited on a small counter behind the chair, as if
waiting to return Laurie to pre-pubescence. There was also a source of
water, a faucet down by the floor, behind the barber's chair, in which
the bowl might be filled.
"Pick your poison," Kara said to Laurie when she had showed the
girl everything. The seventh grader fidgeted nervously, one bare foot
wiggling atop the other, her toes curling. Finally she pointed,
wordlessly, to the dental chair. It seemed the least harmful
alternative, here in this stone-walled room from which she could not
escape. After all, she'd just been to the dentist. He'd told her she
didn't have any cavities.
Naked as a newborn, Laurie was helped into the chair. She felt
the padded leather under her back, her wounded bottom, against which it
felt cool, making her purse her lips and gasp "Ooooh!", against her
thighs and her calves. She put her arms up on the arm rests. Kara,
naked as herself, donned a plastic dental mask. She switched on an
overhead lamp that loomed above the chair. She slipped on white plastic
gloves. She picked up a long needle from the metal tray on which the
dental implements brimmed and depressed the end of it, the blunted
handled end. A bit of fluid squirted out. It landed on Laurie's right
nipple. The girl screamed.
"Shhhh," Kara, playing naked dental assistant, told the girl.
Leather straps hung from the chair, ready for use, but Kara didn't tie
them on Laurie. She told the girl she wanted to test her resilience,
her willingness to lie still without straps. "I'm going to inject you
with novocaine," Kara said to Laurie.
"In my nipple?!" Laurie gasped, still feeling the drying squirt
of novocaine lying in droplets on her right tit.
"No, not yet," Kara said. "In your mouth. It will hurt just
like at a real dentist's, a little prick, then a funny feeling in your
mouth as the novocaine starts to work. You won't be able to talk when
it's taken full effect." Kara smiled. "The better to keep you from
protesting."
"Nooo," Laurie said, protesting already, but the sight of Jeb,
his penis now stiff again as he watched, caused her to open her mouth.
He was so big! He was leaning over her, watching intently, apparently
unaware that he'd come up again, despite the fact that his hand was
gently massaging himself. He released his prick and placed his hand on
Laurie's warm, flat belly, his other hand easing apart her young thighs.
"There, there," Jeb told the girl. The sight of his penis
stiffly displayed over her as he calmed her intrigued the girl. It was
so awesome, it was...
"Ouch!" Laurie gasped.
"Don't close," Kara warned. She had the needle in Laurie's
mouth now and the girl felt another jab as the woman sedated her teeth.
Then there was one more poke, and after that Kara gently rubbed Laurie's
gums, sticking her fingers right into her mouth, forcing her jaws
wider. Laurie felt her lips begin to grow rubbery. She tried to speak;
burbling childish noises were all that escaped her as Kara soothed her
stabbed mouth. Jeb stroked her belly, meanwhile urging her thighs
farther apart with his other hand. Laurie felt open, her legs wide, her
lips wide, her mouth growing rubbery.
"There, there, good girl," Kara told Laurie. The woman stroked
Laurie's ribboned hair. Then Jeb, taking a plastic tube from the dental
tray, gave Laurie a new shock. He fitted the tube over her right
nipple, after massaging it a bit, and then began pumping air out of it
with a small machine connected to it by a length of tubing. Laurie's
eyes grew wide, her mouth gaped speechlessly. As the air was drawn from
the tube fitted over her right nipple, the tip of her teat rose. It
rose painfully, displaying itself lewdly inside its plastic prison.
When Laurie could stand no more, her nipple sticking up like some raw
distended bit of pink flesh, Jeb unsnapped the tubing. The result was
the tube itself, clear and evil, showing off Laurie's distorted teat
like some whorish thing in a porno movie. The girl tried to protest;
Kara rubbed her lips and the feeling of being unable to speak, due to
the novocaine, was complete. Only gurgles escaped Laurie's lips. She
watched in horror as Jeb fitted an identical plastic tube to her left
nipple and subjected it to the same punishment as the right.
When Laurie was lewdly fitted out with the tubes, still lying
unstrapped on the chair, which was by now bent so far back she had no
hope of rising from it, Kara produced a metal brace. Politely, as if
offering Laurie tea, she told the girl she was going to put the brace
into her mouth. She did. It forced the girl's rubbery lips very wide
apart, making her feel like a wide-bitted horse. Down below Jeb urged
her to keep her legs spread, opening her thighs with his hands. She was
truly a slut now, Laurie felt, with her mouth forced open by the brace
and her nipples lewdly poking up, and her legs so far apart she seemed
to be begging for sex.
A tone sounded in the room.
"That must be Dan," Kara said to Jeb. The man nodded.
"Get up, lazy bones. I want you to go answer the door," Kara
told Laurie. To the girl's amazement, the woman raised the chair so she
could get out of it. She did so gingerly. Her bottom was sore and her
pubis felt wet; her nipples were risen and trapped and her mouth wore a
metal brace. To the girl's astonishment the woman ordered her to go
answer the door. The girl did so, stumbling from the anteroom, into the
main torture room, then beyond into the hall. She found her way between
the stone walls until at last she reached the front door. She found she
could open it with difficulty. She was just wondering if she might
escape from this place when she came face to face with an incredibly
handsome man.
"Hello," the man said to Laurie as casually as if he might have
been invited to supper. The girl stared blankly. Then, realizing her
condition, she tried to cover her nipples with her hands. Then her
cunt, then her mouth! She felt ridiculous standing in the doorway,
gazing upon this man, decked out as she was, with a metal brace in her
mouth and looking so masochistically eager for sex. The man entered,
took her hand. He led her back down the maze of halls to the torture
chamber. Obviously he had been here before, Laurie realized, as the
man, nodding to Kara and Jeb, returned Laurie to the chair. A moment
later the girl was leaning far back again; she was once more trapped in
the chair by gravity. Now straps were affixed to her arms and legs.
Her hands were secured above her head. Her legs were splayed wide. As
Laurie watched, the plastic nipple cages were removed from her breasts.
Jeb took them off; Kara bent down and sucked the girl's tits until
Laurie threatened, squirming in the chair, to have an orgasm. Then Kara
swabbed each of the girl's tender nipples with disinfectant. With the
odor of that still in her nose, to Laurie's complete amazement, quite
unable to move owing to the straps, Jeb clasped the base of the girl's
right areola with a pair of large metal tweezers. His hands were gloved
now, in plastic gloves like Kara's. Gently he picked up a straight pin
from the array of dental equipment. Smiling at the girl, as Laurie
gazed terrified at her nipple, Jeb drove the straight pin into the
girl's right breast, across the width of her areola, right under her
pebble-hard nipple.
"OOOOOHeeeeek!" Laurie cried, but the novocaine in her mouth
and the metal brace kept her from doing anything more than screaming
from within her throat. After waiting a moment, Jeb repeated the
process, this time seizing and piercing the girl's right tit above her
perky nipple. When both the top and bottom of Laurie's right areola was
pierced, Jeb moved to her left breast. There he did the same, sticking
the girl's tender teat with the straight pins.
It was too much for Dan. He had long since produced his cock
from his trousers and was busy massaging himself. Now he came,
profusely, spreading his white seed urgently across Laurie's wounded
nipples. The girl screamed, like a little girl seeing not white male
seed but a torrent of ghosts. When at last Dan was finished, Jeb found
that he could not resist either. He aimed directly for Laurie's mouth.
Without touching her, he ejaculated upon her, ordering her to swallow
what he shot between her forced-wide lips.
But the game was not over yet. When the men had relieved
themselves, they turned their attention to Laurie's pussy. To the
girl's screaming horror, she felt Kara swab her there with the
disinfectant. The woman's touch was gloved and clinical now. She did
not try to arouse the girl. When Laurie was ready, her small lips
gleaming with disinfectant, Jeb drove in more needles. This time they
pierced her cunt, both lips, only the little erect bud between spared,
Dan laughing amidst Laurie's screams that it was being saved "for
later."
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