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TRAINING THE TWINS (C) February 2002
BOOK ONE OF TWO - Part 4 of 8
(Mgg,MFfm,Rom,coerced,nc,1st.time,teen,spk,menst,bdsm,etc)

Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer'sCramp

The Characters:
Sally Gordon, aged 35, divorced 7 years, blue-eyed blonde, attractive,
shy, little self-confidence.
Samantha Gordon, her daughter aged 13/14, blonde and pubescent, shy.
Wesley Gordon, her son aged 13/14, dark haired, twin of Samantha,
shy but intrigued with female anatomy.
Vincent Gamble, Sally's boss
Jeremy Saunders (Jerry), Sally's new found friend and future husband,
dominant and demanding once he becomes irreplaceable.

The Covenant Members:
Fellows Family:
Benjamin, aged 45, a doctor specializing in cosmetic surgery,
Faith, his wife, aged 42,
Bethany, aged 16, shy and extremely self-conscious, long blonde hair,
Aimee, aged thirteen, demure and easily embarrassed, light brunette.

Borack Family:
Izador, aged 47, a so-called minister of religion,
Franzescha, his wife, aged 31, fresh and willing, dark hair,
Marie-Louise, aged 14, brainwashed from an early age to obey implicitly,
black hair,
Christopher, aged thirteen, wimpish,
Lee-Anne, aged twelve, cheeky and attempts anything but careful not to
upset her parents.

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Chapter Twelve
	"In here, Madam. Let me help you undress."
	"I can do it, you can go now, James. Thank you."
	"I am going to bathe you, Madam. Please stand still."
He reached out and undid the top button of her blouse.
	"No, you can't do that. I will, after you leave."
	"Madam, if you don't stop objecting, I will do as the
Master says and spank you. Please stand still."
	Tears flowed. How could she let him undress her so
easily and yet...? It's all part of her humiliation and he's not even here
to watch. He just knows what's happening. How many other girls has
he done this to?
	"How many other woman have you undressed for him, James?"
	"I am unable to tell you, Madam." His fingers worked
precisely and her blouse was soon pulled out of her skirt. He undid the
cuffs and slipped it off her shoulders as though he'd done the same
thing a hundred times. Then he unclipped her bra and slipped it down
her arms seemingly without even looking at what was exposed before
him. Sally blushed furiously and crossed her arms over her naked
breasts, cupping each with her hands.
	He knelt and unzipped her skirt and held her hand as
she stepped out of it then without any apology slipped his fingers in
the waistband of her panties and pulled them straight down. She stood
before this stranger totally naked, wishing she could be sucked down
the plughole as he methodically folded each garment.
	"Please step in, Madam," he directed, taking no notice
of her nudity. As she felt the warm water on her ankles she glanced at
his groin as she sat down and was amazed to find no sign of an
erection.
	"I'm very embarrassed at having you do this," she
whimpered, brushing away a tear from her eyes. "I can wash myself.
Please let me do that, James."
	"That's my duty, Madam," he said simply as he took
the soap and lathered his hands. He's going to use his hands, she told
herself. Not a washer but his hands, Oh... It's awful.
	He gently soaped her back all the way down to the
waterline then her arms, gliding his soapy hands over every inch of her
tingling skin. Then he carefully washed her face and neck before re-
soaping his hands. She didn't have to be told where the next area
would be. His hands brushed over her nipples, already hard as buttons
from the thoughts running through her head. Then he cupped both
breasts together and took considerably longer to soap that small area
than he did for the whole of her back. She couldn't stop the moan that
came from her throat the same second she flinched as he actually
caressed both nipples with his fingertips before rinsing the soap away.
He showed no emotion whatsoever.
	"I apologise for intruding, Madam, but I need to wash
between your legs. Please stand up and part them."  He was holding
the bar of soap, soaping his hands again.  Sally's face was red as
beetroot at the humiliating situation that had developed but she
obeyed. She stood up facing Jeremy's butler and spread her legs about
two feet apart. James knelt and began with her legs at the water line,
slowly working his way upwards, as his hands caressed each leg, first
one side then the other until ultimately the edge of one hand touched
her vulva and she actually jumped. James looked up into her face and
at the same time cupped her pussy. He held her gaze for what seemed
like minutes but in fact it was just a few seconds but enough to make
her legs begin to tremble. Then he began to soap the whole area with
the one hand, allowing his middle finger to trace along her slit many
times before he washed the soap away. What shocked her more than
anything was his next move. One hand remained soapy and his other
separated the folds of her sex and he actually inserted a finger inside,
pushing in and out several times, probably only up to his first knuckle
but to Sally it was a worse intrusion than when Mr. Gamble forced her
to take the photos.
	"Please turn around."
	She did as she was told. Yes, sir, three bags full sir, she
thought to herself as she felt his hands cupping her bottom cheeks.
Admittedly he was very gentle and she was beginning to enjoy herself
until his fingers wandered along the crease. Slippery fingers that
pressed against her rear hole and visions of her ex-husband's forays
into that area flooded back. She hated the memories but they soon
faded when he inserted a finger what seemed like all the way in.
	"No," she gasped, pulling away.
	"Madam, if you don't let me finish I will be forced to
discipline you. Do you want that?"
	"No, James. I'm sorry."
	His finger re-entered and soaped the inside of her tube
as deep as he could then rinsed his finger and pushed back inside
several times before he was satisfied her anus was clean. He held out
his hand to steady her as she stepped from the bath then took the
softest towel she had ever felt and patted her dry all over.
	The bathroom seemed as large as many homes had but
this cabin even sported a massage table on one side of the room.
	"Please lay on your back, madam."
	"On my back? But you'll..."
	"Madam..." He re-stated firmly.
	"Oh, shit," she said as she capitulated.
	She felt like a laboratory rat, no choice but do what the
good doctor wanted. Bastard, he was enjoying this. But instead of
beginning to massage her front, more likely just her tits, she thought,
he brought a tray with jars and what looked like medical
instruments.
	"What are you going to do?" She asked doubtfully.
	"Just what the Master asked. Please keep still or I will
have to strap you down. Understand?"
	"Yes."
	He first combed her pubic hair away from the opening
of her vagina then from one of the jars, scooped a large amount of a
clear green substance, very thick like hot toffee. But it was quite cold
when he laid it on her Mount of Venus and began to spread it over her
pussy hair. He took particular care around the edges of her vagina,
carefully brushing away any hair that protruded onto her vulva then
after a long look at his handiwork, laid a sheet of paper over the whole
area. Sally saw that the paper clung to the thin layer of green and
James patted the whole area to ensure the paper had completely
adhered to the glutinous substance. "Just a few minutes until your
body heats up," he said and began cleaning up the bath.
	An understanding of what he was doing began to form
in her mind but she felt sleepy after such a busy workday and then this
overpowering evening that she didn't see him return to her side.
Suddenly she let out a scream of pain or shock or surprise, she didn't
know which and tried to sit up but James held her chest down firmly.
	"What have you done to me?" She gasped after she
regained some sort of calm.
	"I've just removed your pubic hair, Madam, as Mr.
Jeremy directed me to. The task is not yet complete. Please lay
still." His voice never changed from the calm assured monotone he
always used. He had her naked before him but there was nothing
sexual in his actions; he was just doing a job. She raised her face and
groaned when she saw her nude vulva below the now prominent
Mount. Her slit was gaping widely at the man standing over her yet she
felt no fear, just embarrassment at her predicament. Jeremy must be
laughing himself silly she thought.
	He spread her legs wide apart and began spread the
same sticky substance over the lighter hairs than ran down each side of
her vulva and around her anus. She gasped when he peeled paper off a
small round Band-Aid and carefully placed it over her anal entrance
then realised it was to protect the tender flesh of that membrane.
	When he ripped the paper away this time she was ready
for the sudden rush of pain but it hurt much less, the hairs less dense
and finer. He spent over an hour working over the whole of her body
until he finally said, "I have finished, Madam. Would you care to view
yourself in the mirror?"
	It was quite a shock. She felt smooth all over but the
sight of her naked vagina with the labia protruding made her gasp then
cover herself with her hand. James showed no reaction and after
giving her a few moments more said, "Would Madam please refresh
her hair and I will dress her." But before he began to dress her he
dabbed perfume in the valley between her breasts, on the tip of each
nipple, on her mons just above her clit and down the crease of her
bottom. It was a very delicate scent that was very pleasing to her.
	Then he held up a nightdress and signaled for her to
raise her arms. The soft garment fell down as softly as a feather and
she could hardly feel it as it wafted around her body. She looked in the
mirror and was pleased that it wasn't transparent.
	"I need a robe, James."
	"This is all, Madam"
	"Then I'll wear my panties," she said, reaching over for them.
	"You cannot wear soiled clothing when you join Mr.
	Jeremy, Madam. Oh, that would never do."
	"You mean I have to walk out like this?"
	"At least you are covered, Madam. This time," he
added without raising a smile.
	"Hmm, I see," she said and began to leave. Something
stopped her at the door and she looked back. "What will you do with
the hair you've removed?"
	"I'll wash it and give it to Mr. Jeremy, Madam."
	"Oh," was all she could say.
	Sally felt nervous as she walked back to Jeremy. What
will he say? What will he do? Will he take me like this, all clean and
polished with nice perfume and a light nightgown that he could rip
apart without any trouble? Am I to be raped to appease his tastes?
	She hesitated then entered. He hadn't seemed to have
moved at all and he never looked around until she resumed her place
beside him.
	"Are you happy now?" She asked sarcastically.
	"Come here, little chicken," he smiled at her and held
out his hand. She took it and snuggled up to him. The arm around her,
stroked up and down her side,  soothingly. "Well?" He asked.
	"Well what?"
	"Are you mad at me?"
	"I was but it's gone. I still hate you. Your butler's felt
me up and saw me naked even before you have.  I wanted you to be
the first man to see me naked since I divorced my so-called husband
seven years ago."
	"I like to anticipate nice things like that. Tell me how
you felt while you stood there as James stripped you naked."
	"It was embarrassing. I couldn't believe I just stood and
let him do it. Then I realised it was just one of your tests so I took a
deep breath and blushed. That's the only reason I stayed, because you
were getting some kind of enjoyment knowing I was being
humiliated."
	"Very good, my dear. I do enjoy the knowing."
	"I have to make allowances for the voyeur in you."
	"Did you object when he fingered you?"
	"I wept. Silently."
	"Oh, very good," he said, looking pleased with himself.
	"Why didn't you come and watch? Isn't that what you
like best, to watch?"
	"No I like to spank bare bottoms best until they're bright
red and the tears flow. Shall I do that now?"
	"I didn't think you had to ask. Don't big brave men just
do it?"
	"I did watch," he said quietly.
	"You...? When? What did you see?"
	"Everything."
	"How could you? The door was closed."
	He lifted a TV remote, flicked a button and there she
was in all her glory. They both watched the tape in silence until the
part where James had ripped the first patch off her mons and then
asked, "Seen enough?" She had to admit she had.
	"So now you know what I look like. Any comments?"
	"I'll have your tits enlarged four sizes. Can't fuck little
things like that," he said with a smile.
	"Will you make me?"
	"Definitely."
	"When?"
	"Day after Canada becomes the 52nd. State."
	 "Oh, you are... I never know when to believe you,
Jeremy. Did you get hard? When you saw what James did to me?
Made me all naked down there?"
	"Yes."
	"Did you masturbate?"
	"No."
	"Why not?"
	"Because I want you to do it for me."
	"When?"
	"Now. I have a great need."
	"Are we married yet?"
	"No."
	"Then we can't have sex."
	"I thought I gave the orders around here."
	"You will, once we're married."
	"What about this month of practice? How can you
know what I will ask you to do if we don't start now? Suck my cock,
bitch," he said matter of factly.
	"No, but I'll cuddle up to you and talk dirty while you
masturbate if you like."
	"You just want to see how big my cock is."
	"I have wondered," she mused.
	"If we can't play doctors and nurses I guess we'd better
just talk. The three "O's", remember?"
	"Yes, Master."
	"One thing I must say about your little adventure
tonight. I thought it may have been the last straw and you would burst
back in to me and demand your ride home. "
	"I almost did at first, when he began to undo my
blouse."
	"It won't be the last time I give you to others, Sally. I'd
like a little more humility and embarrassment, something most men
like when they are forcing a female to do things they don't want to
do."
	"Men are thorough bastards."
	"But they're loveable too."
	"Occasionally."
	"Hmm, well, having got your feminist thoughts out into
the open it's time to move on. I have had a feeling for some time that
you haven't been entirely honest with me, woman. There is something
you have not been truthful about. Care to come clean?"
	He could feel her whole body tense up.
	"What do you mean?"
	"You know I demand total honesty and now I'm sure
you are keeping secrets from me. Tell me what it is, Sally. I have to
know."
	"I... I can't, Jeremy. It's too hurtful. Yes, there is
something I haven't told you but please don't make me."
	"That's not the way it works. I want you to tell me
important things like what you are holding back from me now, without
having to even ask. But you're refusing to obey my instruction. If we
were married I would punish you immediately I knew you weren't
being honest. You'll tell me anyway in time, do it now and get it off
your chest."
	She held her arm around his chest and snuggled her
face tightly against his chest.
	Then in a small voice she began. "I'm sorry but I lied to
you, Jeremy. I haven't told a single person about it, not even when I
was married, it is so painful to remember. I didn't lose my virginity at
college like I told you," she confessed and pressed herself harder
against him, waiting for his reaction.
	"Will you tell me the truth this time?"
	"Yes." Then she was silent again.
	"Do I have to wring it out of you?"

Chapter Thirteen
		"I was eleven when it began. My parents were
		quite poor and we lived in a small house with two bedrooms so
		I had to share a room with my older brother. He was four years
		older than me. Everything was fine until about the time I got
		my first period then I became very self-conscious and
		screamed at my brother every time he came near me. I was
		paranoid about him ever seeing me wearing a pad or bleeding
		or even seeing my new titties and he began to tease me
		something dreadful. He knew about girl's things and delighted
		in saying dirty things then sniggering. It got so bad that Mum
		began to complain to Dad about all the squabbles I was having
		and Dad, who usually came home half drunk most nights took
		my brother's side and began to threaten me with all sorts of
		punishments if I didn't calm down and live peacefully with
		him. That made my brother all the worse. If I shouted at him he
		knew I was in for a hiding so he teased me all the more and
		began to pull things out of my drawers, like knickers and my
		pads, personal things and leave them on my bed to find when I
		got home from school. It had gone on for months and not long
		after I turned twelve it got to the stage that I couldn't take it
		any longer and slapped him hard across the cheek one night. It
		was so loud both Mom and Dad heard the ruckus from
		downstairs and came up to investigate. My brother was rolling
		around on his bed as though I'd half killed him; me, 12 years
		old and him sixteen.

		"Well, Dad got so mad he went red in the face
		and grabbed my arm and flung me towards the door. "Go to
		our room, girl, and wait for me. You'll be sorry for this, you
		selfish little brat." I tried to explain but he wouldn't listen and
		I ran to their bedroom bawling my eyes out. I knew I was in for
		and it wasn't my fault at all."

	That's how it goes sometimes. You're going to learn
that from me because I won't be fair with you or the children
sometimes, that's the beauty of wielding power over someone. What
happened then?" He asked.

		"I can't remember how long I waited but it was
		a long while. I wondered if Dad had forgotten but he hadn't.

		Both he and Mom came in and closed the door behind them.

		"Well, what do you have to say to us then?" He asked gruffly
		but it wasn't a time to explain anything. He was still furious
		and I knew I was in for it.

		"Take your clothes off," he told me and Mom
		never objected even a little. I had just started to grow breasts
		and hair on my pussy and was extremely conscious of my
		privacy. Dad had certainly never seen me undressed, even in
		underwear since I was quite small and to be told to strip like
		that with Mom looking on was just too much. But she took
		Dad's side and said simply, "Do what your father says, Sal."

		It was awful. I can remember everything, so
		clearly. I still had my school uniform on and it felt as though I
		was in the Principal's Office and being told to strip by him. It
		was just unthinkable and it seemed as though the man ordering
		me about wasn't my father at all but someone else.

		"No, I can't," I cried out but Dad calmly
		walked to me and said quietly, "If you don't hurry up I'll bring
		Robbie in to watch too."

		It was threat enough to move even the most
		stubborn of girls so I removed my blouse and skirt then looked
		across at Mom for understanding.

		"You're going to be strapped on your bare
		bottom, Sal, so take everything off and make it quick," she told
		me. "What you did to your brother was unforgivable and we
		have decided that it is time you learned more than just how to
		behave. After your punishment we going to teach you the
		things a girl has to know about growing up. Isn't that so,
		Father?"

		"You'd better believe it, kid. We have a whole
		weekend and by the time it's over you will know exactly where
		your place is in this household. Now if you don't hurry up, I'll
		strip those things off you myself."

		I didn't have a clue what they were talking
		about but it soon became much clearer."

	"I think I'm going to like this story," he said as he
wriggled his body to ease the roaring erection he was sporting.
"At the time, it wasn't funny, Jeremy. But I can feel the
effect it has on you," she told him with a smirk.

		"I was absolutely devastated by the time my
		panties were around my ankles and tried to cover my privates
		up with my hands but Mom, my own mother, gave me a hard
		swat on the bottom and reminded me I was being punished and
		had no right to be modest. Then Dad put me over his knee and
		spanked me so hard I thought I was going to faint. The pain
		was so bad I couldn't even cry and found it hard to breathe at
		all. I don't remember how long he beat my poor bottom but the
		next morning it was blue with bruises and they took nearly two
		weeks to go away completely.

		The weirdest thing was that when he finally
		stopped, I just laid over his knees for a long time and he began
		stroking my bottom cheeks, not hard but softly. It didn't make
		the stinging go away but it told me he cared even when he
		punished me. It wasn't long before I learned that wasn't really
		the case though.

		When he finally told me to stand up I saw Mom
		laying on the bed and she had taken all her clothes off too. She
		was naked. It was the first time I'd ever seen her like that.

		She told me to lay down beside her and rubbed
		some kind of creme over my very red bottom then without any
		embarrassment told me they were going to show me what
		having sex with a man was all about. She held me down on the
		bed when I tried to wriggle away from her because I thought
		she meant Dad was going to do it to me. But he stood up and
		took his clothes off right in front of me, not even turning away
		when he took his boxer shorts down. I couldn't believe how big
		his thing way."

	"It's called a cock," Jerry said with a smirk.
	"I know that now, dearest but at twelve I had no
idea about it's name or what it looked like. Do you want me to
continue?"
	"Definitely."

		"It looked the most grotesque thing I'd ever
		seen, it was in full erection, the head shiny and purple and it
		was dribbling on the bedspread. He grabbed Mom's tits,
		squeezed them hard because she cried out, then he growled, "lift
		your arse up, you lazy tart," or something like that I just
		remember it sounded very crude, then he pushed his thing into
		Mom and she gasped and moaned with tiny little sounds. He
		seemed to me to go entirely mad, pushing himself in and out of
		her cunny, that's what I called mine then, and growling out
		swear words all the time. I realised Mom was enjoying it
		because her moans were getting louder and she was shaking
		her head back and forth on the pillow. I was so scared I just
		laid there as still as I could on the bouncing bed but when he
		began to shake all over I shrieked and jumped off the bed. He
		calmed down soon after that and rolled over onto his back, his
		thing now much smaller and all wet.

		Mom laid still for a long time then took my hand
		and wiped it over her cunny. 'That's what makes babies; it's
		called sperm. Your father injected it into me when he came,'
		she told me. 'When he came from where?' I remember asking.

		Then she tried to explain what an orgasm was but I must have
		been very dumb because she got upset with me and made me
		lay over on my sore bottom. 'If you're so dumb I'll have to
		show you," she told me and began to masturbate me in front of
		Dad.

		I'll never forget that moment with her fingers
		stroking my pussy and Dad leaning up on his elbows to watch.
		pretty soon I began to feel the early stages of sexual arousal for
		the first time and Dad began to finger my titties. I objected but
		was told good and proper to shut up and enjoy it. It was no
		enjoyment, let me tell you. I was so embarrassed especially
		when Dad started licking my nipples.

		Then my mind was taken over with what Mom
		was doing to my pussy. I'll remember that first orgasm forever.

		She was rubbing my clit so fast and as the climax got closer
		she began to whisper how much I was going to enjoy it and
		that girls should do it to themselves all the time because it
		made their titties grow. I had no way of knowing that was just
		her private little joke. The feelings were sensational but I was
		so scared. I had no idea sex could be so wonderful and thought
		I was going to die or something. I was jerking all over the bed
		and Mom had to chase after my pussy but Dad soon put a stop
		to that because he knelt between my legs and just as the climax
		peaked he raped me while Mom held my shoulders down. I
		went from the most wonderful exciting feeling of my life to the
		most incredible pain I had ever felt in a matter of seconds. My
		climax hadn't even finished when he broke through my hymen
		and kept thrusting like a raging bull until he ejaculated.

		Mom screamed at him something about giving
		me a baby and that was enough to freak me out and I fainted.

		The next thing I remember was waking up in the bath with
		Mom giving me what I now know was a douche, squirting
		water inside my pussy time and time again. Then I saw the pink
		tinge on the water and was sure I was going to die. "I'm
		bleeding," I screamed out loudly and Mom slapped me hard
		across the face, telling me to be quiet and settle down because
		this happened to every girl and I had to let her finish.

		The next day she took me off to the doctors
		explaining to him how I had let a boy from school deflower me
		and I was here for a check-up and a prescription for The Pill. I
		had been coached about not saying what really happened the
		previous night under pain of being committed to a mental
		asylum where the male nurses raped all the women every day.
		How was I to know she was stringing me a bunch of lies.

		The Doctor told her my deflowering must have
		been carried out very thoughtfully for there was no sign of any
		damage at all. He wrote the prescription and warned me about
		letting any more boys enjoy my pleasures, that's exactly what
		he said and right in front of Mom, reminding me about Syphilis
		and other diseases. We went straight to the pharmacy and got
		the pills. I had to take one as soon as we got back in the car
		and after that there was a daily family ritual of "Sal takes her
		Pill" at the breakfast table. It always sent my brother into fits
		of laughter which Mom and Dad just smiled about. I don't
		really know if he knew Dad was raping me nearly every night
		but at that age I thought he did and that's why the Pill taking
		ritual was so embarrassing to me.

		Once I had been taking The Pill for a month
		Dad began having sex with me several times a week. I slept in
		their bed with them every night, 'because Robbie needs a room
		to himself,' Dad explained, and he used me whenever he felt
		like it. Mom never objected and helped him whenever I got
		stroppy. I guess he fucked her once a week and I think she
		came most times but when he was using me, she usually frigged
		herself and had an orgasm at about the same time as he
		ejaculated.

		At first I hated it but never once thought of
		exposing them to the police or anything. I was just a kid and
		there was always the threat of being committed to a mental
		asylum if I did.

		Even when Robbie went to college and his room
		wasn't being used for months at a time, I still had to sleep with
		them. Mom just occasionally made me service her but it was
		usually Dad who used me. It continued right up to the day I
		turned eighteen, then I packed my bags and left, having found
		a job in another town. I left them a short note warning them I
		would report them to the Child Sexual Abuse Team if they ever
		tried to contact me again. I've never heard from them since
		and never want to."

	"There, Jeremy, that's my one big secret. You're the
only one who knows about it and I never want to talk about it again."
She snuggled tightly against him again and remained silent, waiting
for his reaction.
	He lifted her face towards his and kissed her gently on
the lips. "You shouldn't ever feel guilty about it, Sally. Many young
girls go through similar experiences, maybe not as blatant as yours,
and they almost never talk about it to anyone. I'll tell you about the
two families whose girls I have led through their growth to
womanhood and at first they went through all the same kinds of
horrors and hates. The whole secret is in the way they come to
understand about sex in a loving way with adults convincing them there
is nothing wrong with sex of any kind if there is reciprocal love on
both sides. Sam and Wesley will go through the same kinds of feelings
but they can be taught to enjoy the moments they share with others and
they will become quite insatiable once they overcome the guilt they go
through initially. You have a major role in that when we begin their
training.
	"It frightens me, Jeremy. What if it is so traumatic they
do run to the police? We'll both go to jail."
	"They won't and you know it, don't you?" He added
with a smile.
	"I think so," she replied with a heavy sigh.
	"Of course you know it; it's just a little difficult to
imagine it happening right now but when we begin you won't want to
leave them alone and I will demand you don't anyway."
	"Are you going to tell me about the others?"
	"Tomorrow. It's late and we have just two days left so
we need some sleep. From this moment, you will wear no clothes to
bed and only lingerie during tomorrow, nothing else. Is your period
due?"
	"Oh, Jeremy... My period? Oh," she gasped in surprise.
	"You do have them still, I take it?"
	"It's just so... well it is embarrassing having to answer
such personal questions."
	"Tomorrow you'll receive your first spanking by my
hand. It will hurt very much and there will be no getting out of it. Then
maybe you'll answer me without any of this silly embarrassment
stuff."
	"No, I'm sorry, Jeremy, I'll tell you," she gasped
quickly. "I don't want a spanking."
	"To bed, young lady and no masturbating."
	"Yes, Sir," she whispered as leaned over to kiss him
goodnight. He took her arm and held her close, his hand for the first
time cupping a breast and gently massaging it.
	"I'll dream of that squeeze all night," he told her as he
helped her up and walked her to her room. She was a little
disappointed because she thought in the back of her mind that he
might just make love to her this weekend but that now seemed highly
unlikely.  After all the weekend had been on the basis of no sex but
she was sure he might try. Her breast still tingled from his touch as she
closed the door on his smiling face. "Goodnight, my darling," she
whispered just before it closed fully.
	As she lifted the thin nightdress over her head and
slipped naked, under the blankets she thought of her twins at home
totally innocent of what was about to become their darkest nightmare.
Was she so infatuated with this man she would offer them as a
sacrifice to gain for herself a husband and a new life of sexual
excesses? Every time her thoughts turned that way the answer was
always and emphatic "Yes". Has she been brainwashed? Has she been
set up by this man who she never knew until three months or so ago?
Is his only purpose in marrying her, to get access to the twins? Will he
do all the things he's promised? Will he be gentle with the kids or will
he force them into sexual encounters before they have been prepared?
Every time, in her warped state of mind, her answer was on the
positive side of the ledger.
	The twins would find themselves being required to
satisfy his and her own lusts but in return they would be taught
properly about all matters sexual and they will be given the best of
everything. She was fairly certain Jeremy would indulge their worldly
wants in any way they desired. The few dollars he'd need to spend in
bribery would be nothing to him yet make the kids feel like
millionaires.
	Imagine having Wesley between her thighs. Imagine
her sucking his prick until he exploded in her mouth. Imagine
Samantha and Wesley going at it hammer and tongs while she watched
and encouraged them. Imagine having Sam's soft mouth soothing her
now hairless slit. Imagine.
	The next thing she remembered was waking up to
James' voice. "Good morning, Madam," he said as he opened the
curtains. "The Master awaits your company. Please shower and join
him on the terrace as soon as you can." He stood by the door waiting
for her to move.
	Oh, hell, she thought. I'm naked. Oh, well, so what? It
looks like he'll be getting more eyes full of me than my future
husband. As she walked past him towards the bathroom she asked,
	"Do you like what you see, James?" He made no reply.

Chapter Fourteen
	She felt very self-conscious as she walked through onto
the terrace in her bra, panties, suspenders and stockings all made from
soft silk, making her feel very sexy indeed. She wore high heels and
thought she looked magnificent. She hoped Jeremy would too.
	"I always knew your figure would look good in silk,"
he smiled as he stood up and took her hands. "Good morning, Sally.
Did you sleep well?"
	"Once I stopped thinking about you feeling up my
daughter and got rid of the guilts I slept like a log. I think James
enjoyed seeing me in the raw again but that damned man never got an
erection this time either. I think there's something wrong with him, or
else he's gay. Is he?"
	"Ha, ha, you can ask him if you like."
	"No," she squealed. "I couldn't do that."
	"Then stop thinking about him and have something to
eat." He sat and watched her with much interest as she ate a small
breakfast then said, "Your breasts are just perfectly hand-sized, I can
still feel the imprint on my hand from last night."
	"I can still feel your hand on my breast from last night"
she replied almost shyly.
	"This morning I will feel the imprint of your bottom on
my hand," he responded.
	"This morning I will feel your hand, full stop," she replied.
	"Afterwards you will do something for me but I won't
tell you what until afterwards."
	"I like playing games and if you're the supervisor, I
imagine it will be sexy, for you at least."
	"Of course."
	"I should have become a lesbian then I wouldn't have
the problems of appeasing man's gross appetites."
	"But you would miss the cock."
	"I haven't missed it for seven years," she stated then
added, "And then you came along and I can hardly hold myself
together wishing you would make love to me."
	"Isn't anticipation great? You anticipate your first sex
in seven years then it's all over in seconds."
	"It had better not be, mister."
	"I hope it won't be either... But then your body does
have major effects on my, well shall we say, on my ability to hold off
until you are pleasured."
	"O, god you make me wet, Jeremy. I don't care what
you want to do with me once we're married. Can't you take me now? I
need you so much."
	"Stand and slip your panties down to your ankles but
don't take them off," he said carefully, every word enunciated clearly.
	"But, James...?"
	"He may watch. James, please remain and be the
witness to Madam's first punishment."
	"No, No, I didn't mean it, Jeremy. Please don't do
that," she pleaded, her face full of fright.
	"Madam, if you don't do exactly as you've been told in
the next five seconds I will give you to James for the rest of the day,"
Jerry said in a threatening voice.
	"Oh," she gasped and immediately slipped her panties
down around her ankles. She had the desperate urge to cover herself
with her hands but dared not. She was feeling the demands of her
future husband for the first time and it was very scary. When he spoke
she knew he was used to being obeyed. Give me to James for the rest
of the day? He wouldn't, of course but then she had no wish to test his
resolve.
	She stood before him, blushing deeply, her head bowed
for she couldn't bear to look into his eyes and she found herself biting
her bottom lip like a naughty girl caught doing something
dreadful. It was more than embarrassment, she was being humiliated
and she knew deep down he was enjoying it immensely.
He sat watching her, seeing her hairless slit for the first
time, taking in her every curve and from where he sat she could see his
erection tenting in his trousers.
	"James did a splendid job with the hair removal. You
will allow him to inspect you every morning to see when it needs
tending again. No, no objections, my pretty. You should consider
yourself lucky so far. James has had every woman friend I have
brought home for the evening at least once. It used to be the first
punishment I dealt out to each one to see their reaction but I've
changed my mind about that little ritual since you came along.
	However he does have to be satisfied, it is one of the side benefits that
goes with his job so I will have to devise another way to reward him
from now on. So, if you decide to object too much you will be given to
him, wife or no wife. Do you understand?"
	"Yes."
	"Hmm?"
	"Yes, Sir," she added feeling quite ridiculous.
	"Ahh, you are beginning to understand. Good. Now,
please part your legs wider, as far as your panties allow. Hands behind
your neck."
	She knew her slit was open because the coolness on her
wet passage was very distinct.
	"Turn and show yourself to James."
	She shuffled around hating every moment of her
humiliation. She was wide open and he was looking directly at her
pussy and yes, dammit, he still had no erection.
	"I believe you have a question to ask James?"
	She glanced around at him. "Question? No I don't think
so, Sir."
	"Yes you do. You asked me about James' sexual
preferences. Well, here he is now, ask him yourself."
	"Me? No, I... I don't need to," she said in a half
whisper wishing James would simply disappear.
	"Madam, don't tempt me. He may have been the first to
see you undressed and he may be the first to taste your treasure unless
you sort out your priorities."
	She felt a tear fall down her cheek and knew she was
close to breaking down altogether. How could she ask him such a
thing? But she knew the answer. Please Jeremy, that's all that is
required.
	"James are...? Are you a homosexual?"
	"A homosexual?" he asked with all the aplomb of a
man hurt to the quick. "I'll have you know, Madam, I have never
touched another man in my life nor have I ever had the urge to do so."
	Sally blushed on top of her blush, her face felt so hot
and she just knew she must have been crimson. "Oh, I'm sorry," she
said with a tremble to her voice.
	"Well, having sorted that out it's time; over my knees
please, naughty girl. Quickly."
	She had to shuffle around then across to him, holding
her panties taut against her ankles so they wouldn't slip off and was
sure her pussy lips were wobbling from side to side with each step she
took. She hoped her labia hadn't become extended as it did when she
was aroused because it would have made her approach more
embarrassing than ever.
	He brushed his fingertips along the line of her sex
crease then pulled her down so she lost her balance and slumped over
his knees. Her fingers barely touched the floor on one side and her toes
on the other so balancing was a major effort. There was no way she
could reach up to protect her soon to be bruised bottom and with her
legs widely splayed, James had a perfect view right into the apex
which must be gaping wide especially for his pleasure.
	Jerry never moved for several minutes, letting the
nervous woman suffer in silence waiting for the first spank to land.
	Then she felt his hands begin to lightly stroke her bottom cheeks. It
was nice regardless of James standing, watching. "I have some rules
you must never forget, Sally. Remember them well for I won't repeat
then unless I have to punish you for forgetting them. You must shower
after every punishment is over. As well, after every sexual encounter
no matter whether it involves penetration or not and every morning
before breakfast and evening immediately after dinner. Then after
each shower you will spread a small amount of lubricant to your pussy
lips and your anus so you'll be ready to offer sexual gratification
without fear of having a dry cunt to present to your lover. Repeat the
rules please."
	"I must shower...," she began and was pleased she
could remember all he had said.
	"Good girl, you have just won yourself a reprieve of
five strokes for being so exact. As soon as you've showered after this,
enter those rules in your Rule Book with the others on your Laptop.
So," he continued as he spread her bottom crease with one hand and
ran his fingers of the other along the entire length,  "That makes a total
of twenty spankings with my hand.  You may cry out or scream as
loudly as you wish but never, repeat, never try to protect that portion
of your anatomy being punished and never try to remove yourself from
my knees. More rules to enter, remember that."
	"Yes, Sir," she acknowledged.
	The first landed directly on the middle of one cheek
and immediately another fell on the other side. She flinched with each
stroke for the first four or five, determined not to cry out but the hurt
was growing by the second and she couldn't hold back any longer.
	After a few ouch's her whole bottom was burning with fire and she
began to plead for mercy.
	"Jeremy, no, please... ouch... please stop, I can...
ooowh, I can't bear any more," she squealed then continued, "Darling
no more, I'll be... aargh, ohm stop, please... arghhh, pl...," she
continued, her bottom swaying from side to side as his hand shared the
globes equally. He never let up and gave no sign he even heard her
cries for help.
	She had no idea of how many times he had spanked her
but thought it must have been at least fifty and he was still going.
	Tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably and the burning
pain was quite unbearable. Just when she knew she was about to die
his hand came to rest on the hottest most burning part of her backside.
	"Be quiet," he demanded, "or you'll get another twenty
five. Lucky you earned the five reprieve smacks isn't it? Can you
imagine what it would be like to receive fifty all at once? Or if instead
of my hand I used a riding crop? Sally, can you imagine how that
would feel?
	"Nooo," she moaned, still in mortal agony from just twenty
with his hand.
	His hand slid down her bottom crease and cupped her
vulva. "You're wet, Sally, You really enjoyed this, didn't you. It got
you aroused."
	"Nooo," she gasped but knew he was probably right.
	All sorts of messages were being transmitted from her pussy to her
brain and she knew it wouldn't take much to bring her right over the
edge into a massive orgasm.
	"I say yes," he repeated. "Are you aroused? Did you get
off by being spanked? Truth and nothing more," he reminded her.
	"Yesss, dammit, yesss," she hissed through her teeth
hating the fact that James knew it all.
	His finger lightly brushed over her clit, making her gasp
inwardly. Then he helped her stand up. "You are indeed leaking
woman," he smiled with satisfaction. "Few women are aroused to that
extent," he said, wiping up a line of her fluids flowing down her leg,
with his hand. She blushed yet again and couldn't believe he could
make her do that so easily.
	"One more task then your punishment is over for today.
Go and take your shower then while you are still naked go to James'
room. After your performance he is in desperate need of servicing..."
	She gasped loudly and looked around towards him but
James had already disappeared.
	"Do not knock, just go in and pleasure him until he
climaxes. You can use just your hands but if you have to, use your
mouth and your breasts. And the whole time you are stroking him you
must apologise to him for thinking he was gay. Clean him up then
clean yourself again. Understood?"
	"Yes, Sir," she whimpered, knowing full well to object
would mean another round of punishments. Oh, how could she cope
with a life like this, day in and day out?
	"You're doing much better than I had expected, Sally.
When you come back all cleaned up, be naked still. We are going for a
stroll."
	"A stroll...? Oh, Yes, Sir," she replied almost bowing
to her lord and master.

Chapter Fifteen
	As she approached the door she wondered whether
James was expecting her or not. It was slightly ajar so that eased her
mind.
	He was naked laying on his bed as though asleep but in
full erection with pre-cum lubrication drooling down from the tip. At
least he was aroused by her attendance this time she thought as she sat
gently on the bed. He never moved, his arms spread out on each side
and he was facing her but with his eyes still closed.
	"James, I want to apologise for thinking you might have
been a homosexual. Please forgive me," she said as she took his penis
in her hand and spread the fluid over the head of his cock. He flinched
then sighed deeply. She began to work her hand up and down and it
was obvious he wouldn't last very long at all. His movements were
exactly the same as her ex-husband, jerking every time her fingers
encompassed the head, groaning as she ran her hand back towards the
base. She was talking all the time, trying to change the words in each
sentence but there was only so many ways she could say sorry for
thinking he was queer. As his whole body gave a giant lurch he
erupted with a mighty spurt that shot right up his body and beyond his
face. It was the same with her husband, one huge splat then a lot of
little ones. She held her hand still for the next two then slowly worked
on him again letting the sperm shoot out freely until all he could
manage was some dribbles that ran down her fingers.
	Sally was very pleased she didn't have to give him oral
pleasure. She came prepared with a towel and washer and as soon as
his ejaculations had ceased she began to wipe the goo off his body,
starting with his face and chest then the pool that had formed in the
hollow of his stomach and over the pubic hair.
	She looked down on him but all she could picture was
her son laying there, content in the afterglow of having his mother
masturbate him to a climax. James looked exactly like a sleeping
innocent that she couldn't help but lean down and kiss him on the
cheek. "Thank you for being so easy to please, James," she whispered
as she left.

	It must have been more than half an hour since she left
Jeremy and she found him waiting patiently, also naked. The first time
she had seen him undressed.
	"Task completed?"
	"Yes, Sir," she replied in her most humble small voice.
	"Good, you can tell me about it later. Let's walk."
	"Won't people see us?"
	"It's a nudist camp. I hired it out for the weekend."
	"Oh, shit, are you that wealthy?"
	"Oh, I have sway in some areas," he said casually.
	She smiled then said, "I like your cock, Jeremy."
	"I like all of you.  Can you imagine the feeling when
cock and cunt meet?"
	"I'm, uhm, anticipating it," she said with a little giggle.
	He put his arm around her waist and she reciprocated as
they took a small track through some woods. The air was cool but not
cold.
	"Thank you for allowing me...," he began but was cut
off as she broke in.
	"Jeremy, it's I who should be saying thank you. You've
opened up a whole new world and somehow I think we were meant to
be. You come along and save me in just one day from a fate worse
than death. Then I seem to be what you have been looking for all your
life and I have the very things you desire so much, two young virgin
teenagers who can be trained in your way, our ways as it happens, and
you have the expertise and backing to make anything you wish to
happen just the way you want it to. Don't you think there's something
grand in store for us, Jeremy? It's as though it were planned by
someone and it sends shivers up and down my spine."
	He ran his hand up and down her spine and cupped her
still red bottom. Then he turned her towards him and held her firmly in
his arms, kissing her deeply. "I love you very much, Sally. More than I
could ever hope for. I've sexed many women but you are special, you
have understanding and forgiveness and acceptance and sexuality like
	I've never seen in any other woman. Many of my conquests opened
their legs because of my money, nothing else but you have given
yourself and all you hold precious over to me without any strings. No
woman has ever come close to what you have offered. I couldn't bear
to lose you now and yet you have much to learn, many dark secrets
that may change your mind."
	"Will you continue to love me no matter what? Will
you protect me always?"
	"Forever, even when I am being cruel, I will protect
you, Sally."
	"That's all I ask and in return, my darling, I will obey
you in every way until the day I die." She clasped her arms around his
neck and pulled his face down onto hers. They kissed passionately for
an eternity.
	Their fingers entwined as they continued on their walk.
	"Sally I want to tell you about the group I lead, the two
families I've mentioned briefly."
	"With the young girls you've ravaged?" She asked impishly.
	"The very same. We've been together for nearly five
years now," he began and both concentrated on his story as they
walked, Sally never interrupting, he remembering things as he spoke
and adding them in.

		"I had been close friends with Ben and Izador
		for several years. We were all professionals in our various
		fields, Ben is a Cosmetic Surgeon, very sought after, I might
		add and Izador is a, or rather was a Minister of Religion until
		he came to me to defend certain charges against him. I'd
		helped Ben out on a couple of occasions too and we became
		the best of buddies. I knew they had families but the friendship
		was just we three buddies, I suppose you'd call it.

		We'd go on fishing trips and hunting but never
		really involved their families. Then one day they came to me
		demanding I do something about their wives. I thought they'd
		decided to get divorces or something but the fact of the matter
		was their wives had been carrying on a lesbian affair with
		each other for over two years. One of the men came home and
		caught them in the act and they owned up with all sorts of
		promises and apologies to their husbands.

		It's probably too long a story to go into all the
		details but the outcome was that after several meetings with
		each woman I had them agree to exchange husbands for a
		week as compensation for their errant ways. I'll never forget
		the look on the men's faces when I told them of the
		compromise. They looked at each other with rather dark faces
		then one of them smiled and the other returned it and they
		hugged each other. We did it away from their children, sitters
		were brought in and the parents went off on a holiday, the
		wives swapping cars on the outskirts of the city.

		By all accounts they came back like lovesick
		teenagers and I was invited to a dinner held especially for me
		as a thank you for working out their difficulties. During the
		dinner they decided to form a gathering as they called it and
		all four voted for me to be their leader. Apparently they
		thought my negotiating was so good I could come up with
		other ideas to keep their lives interesting but that was left to
		me. That evening the two guys left early, each kissing me on
		the cheek saying to enjoy myself as they left. I can remember
		looking around bewildered as they walked out arm in arm and
		then I looked back at the two wives when I heard then
		sniggering.

		'The boys decided you need to be properly
		compensated for all your good work and we are the
		compensation,' one of them said. Then they led me up to their
		room. They were both beautiful well formed with nice small
		breasts just the way I like, like yours, baby, and they gave me
		carte blanche with their bodies, I could do anything and they
		would do anything I liked for as long as I liked.

	He looked across to Sally to see her reaction but her
smile told him everything was well with her so he continued.

		I knew I'd never keep up with these two for very
		long, lust was in their eyes and my virility was only so strong
		so I had them do their now famous lesbian scene, they do it
		often to get the men going after they've worn them out. I tell
		you it was one of the sexiest performances I'd ever seen and
		had no doubt they had practiced it many, many times. You'll
		get to see it before too long and if they don't get you involved,

		I'll give you a day of your choice. Anyway, suffice to say they
		fucked me silly until well into the following afternoon. I have
		no idea how many times but I was worn out by the time we
		decided to check out.

		A week later I called a meeting and put several
		suggestions to them. Firstly that we meet as a group of five,
		once a month for sexual pleasure, that each one has to
		pleasure their partner to orgasm before moving on to the next,
		that male homosexuality and scat are banned but anything else
		was allowed and the partner has to accommodate the wishes of
		the other. A kitty of several thousand dollars was put together
		so the girls could stock up on any clothing they wanted, which
		was very well accepted by them let me say. And soon those
		Saturday nights were the focal point of our month. Having
		three men to service two women worked out very well and gave
		one of us a chance to recuperate before the next onslaught by
		the women. They took the greatest delight in making us climax
		quickly to wear us out so they could make love themselves.
		Watching them at it made us all the more randy so we
		remained one big happy group.

		We usually went to a hotel somewhere taking
		two suites together so as not to concern house security but
		occasionally we stayed at home, one of their places. Their kids
		were sent to bed early much to their disgust with dire threats if
		they so much as opened their eyes after they were tucked in.

		All was well for a year or so until one night at Ben's House,
		their eldest daughter, Bethany, she would have been about
		thirteen then, was caught looking through the keyhole at us. I
		don't know what made Faith, Ben's wife, check it out but she
		crept to the door and pulled it open and Bethany actually fell
		into the room.

		It caused great consternation, let me tell you.
		Here we were, her parents with three other adults all starkers
		and all up each other and in comes this teenager with a look of
		horror all over her face. For a moment it was as if time had
		stood still then there was a general rush to cover ourselves and
		Bethany tried to high-tail it out but her father recovered first
		and shushed everybody down.

		He spoke harshly to the young girl, accusing
		her of disloyalty and dishonesty and perversion and everything
		he could think of. She was in tears before he finished the first
		sentence but when he finally told her she would be punished
		severely for her deeds, she absolutely went to water, slumping
		down on the floor, her whole body wracked with deep sobbing,
		pleading with her father and professing how terrible she was.

		He did a job on her that would have made me proud if I'd used
		it on a prosecution witness. He turned our sins into innocence
		and her own curiosity into a cardinal charge.
		Of course, our frolicking was over for that night
		but in the mail two days later I was dismayed to receive a
		letter of apology in the girl's own hand, saying what a dreadful
		sin she had perpetrated, that she knew she had done wrong and
		invited me to her Punishment Night the following Saturday, to
		make right all the trouble she had caused. With her letter was
		a covering note from her mother no less, asking me to sit in
		judgement of the girl when she faced both sets of parents, that I
		was to find her guilty on all counts and her punishment was to
		be held that very night. She said that I could sentence her in
		any way I liked, that sexual matters including nudity were not
		ruled out and that afterwards she and her husband wanted me
		to lead her into the ways of the group.

	"I can see you smiling still, baby, which is a good sign so
I'll continue."

		We five had dinner at their home and the girl
		wasn't to be seen, in fact nothing was mentioned over dinner at
		all even though we were all rearing to go. Faith drew out the
		dinner until almost midnight then with a smile said, 'Well
		Judge and Members of the jury, shall we get this case under
		way?'

		What they had done was incredible. They had a
		courtroom set up in the lounge room with the judge sitting high
		up, the jury to one side and the witness box right in the middle
		facing the judge. Three took their seats in the jury box while
		Faith went to bring in the prisoner. I took my seat as Judge
		and put on the black robe that gave me all the authority I
		needed.

		The poor girl must have been crying all day for
		her eyes were red and wet. She was wearing a light cotton
		nightdress and I could see she had bra and panties on
		underneath. I think it was the same attire she wore on the night
		she was caught. She looked as though the fear of God had been
		put into her, her eyes were wide open looking from person to
		person but mostly at her mother and me sitting high up above
		her.

		I began the case by telling her that as there
		were no prosecutor or defender here the members of the Jury
		would be asking questions and I would too if necessary. In a
		very deep serious voice I cautioned her to answer every
		question absolutely honestly and if she didn't her punishment
		would be all the greater. 'Did she understand?' 'Oh, yes, your
		worship, I do. I'm very sorry, sir.' I tell you, Sally, I nearly
		came in my pants, it was so good.

		'Read the charges,' I said and her mother stood
		and read out:

		'That on Saturday last the accused, Bethany
		Fellows, did disobey her parents and left her room after being
		specifically told to go to sleep. That she then eavesdropped at
		her parent's bedroom door then spied on them in a malicious
		and unladylike way as they carried out personal intimacies
		with friends. That in so doing she stole privacy from each
		person being spied on with no regard for their feelings, for the
		personal and sexual satisfaction of herself alone. She is
		accused of sexual perversion.'

		'Very serious indeed. How do you plead, prisoner?'

		'Please your worship, I didn't mean...'

		'Do you plead guilty or innocent,' I repeated gravely.

		'Oh, guilty, Sir,' she said in a trembling
		voice then wept.

		"Guilty it is. Then we shall have to
		question you to ascertain just how grave your offences are. The
		jury may commence to question the prisoner.'

		Her mother asked her if she were a
		virgin and the poor girl went into hysterics. I had to warn her
		of any more outbursts would not be tolerated after she
		quietened down. 'Answer the question, prisoner,' I reminded
		her.

		'Yes, Sir, I am.'

		'You are what?'

		'I'm a virgin, Sir.'

		'Do you have your period at this time?' Her father asked.

		She looked aghast at the question
		obviously never thinking such things would be asked. Her
		mother held a finger up and the girl shook her head.

		'Answer the question,' I told her.

		'No, not now, Daddy.'

		"When is it next due?' This time Franzescha asked, Izador's wife.

		She was blushing so wonderfully, my
		cock was hard as a rock.

		'In two weeks, Mrs. Borack.'

		'You say you are a virgin but have you
		let boys touch your new titties or feel you up under your skirt?'
		This by Izador. I nearly burst into laughter, the dirty old man.

		'Oh, never, Sir. No, I never have, I
		promise,' she cried out indignantly, squirming in her chair.

		'But you touch yourself, don't you?' her Father asked.

		'Daddy, how can you...?'

		'Answer, young lady or the full force of
		this court will be brought down on your head,' I warned her
		again.

		'Yes, Sir, I do. But just sometimes.'

		'When was the last time?' I asked.

		'Oh,' she gasped. It was... It was last Saturday.'

		'Before or after you spied on us?'

		'Uhm...,' she began then took a deep breath. 'It
		was while I was watching, please, Sir. I'm very sorry.'

		'Did you have an orgasm?'

		'An org...? I don't understand what that means,' the girl said.

		'Did you feel like your whole body was
		exploding with pleasure?' Her mother prompted.

		'No, I don't think so.'

		'Have you ever touched yourself and had that
		kind of feeling?'

		'No, it just feels nice. Relaxing,' she admitted,
		blushing deeply at the intimate reply.

		'Don't you talk to your friends at school about
		orgasms? Or about sex?'

		She hesitated for several seconds then looked at
		the questioner and admitted she did sometimes. Then she was
		asked to describe those conversations, which made her blush
		all the more deeply, and I could see she was going through
		incredible turmoil. Tears were flowing and she was sobbing
		softly but no one came to her rescue.

		'Answer your accusers, prisoner,' I prompted
		her. 'When and to whom did you speak and what was it about?'

		'Oh, this makes me feel terrible,' she cried out
		in despair but saw me watching her fiercely and thought better
		of it. 'It was with my friend, Mary Brownlees. She was telling
		me about watching her brother in the bathroom while he was
		doing things to his...Oh, please don't make me say any more,'
		she pleaded.

		'Answer, girl.'

		'It was about how he touched his, uhm, his penis.'

		'Well? Go on.'

		'She said he does it all the time and doesn't
		even care if she sees him. She said he rubs it with his hand
		until he shoots off. I didn't understand what she meant but I
		was too frightened to ask any more questions. She said it was
		so gross but all boys did it.'

		'What else do you talk about with Mary?'

		'Oh, about...,' she began then sighed deeply.

		'About what her parents do in the bedroom. She said they make
		lots of noise and sometimes she peeks in at them when they're
		doing it.'

		'Doing what?'

		'Uhm,' she coughed. 'Sex things.'

		'Girl if I have to keep prompting you any more
		I'll put you over the judges knee right away, now explain
		yourself clearly.'

		'I'm sorry, Sir, it's just that it's so embarrassing
		talking like this. Mary said she watches her parents when they
		have sex and how her dad hurts her Mom when he does it
		because she always cries out and moans and all that.'

		'Is that why you spied on your parents room last
		Saturday? Because of what Mary told you?'

		'I heard noises and when I saw the light under
		the door I peeked in. I didn't mean to spy but after what Mary
		told me I couldn't help it," she pleaded her case.

		'And what did you see? We want only the truth,
		prisoner, you're in enough trouble already, don't make it any
		worse for you.'

		'Yes, Sir, I promise I will but it's so
		embarrassing. I saw Daddy with Mrs Borack, she was sucking
		his... Oh, it's terrible,' she whimpered pleading to her mother
		with her eyes.

		'It's best you tell us everything, Bethany,' her
		mother advised.

		'Oh,' she moaned with a heavy sigh. 'She was
		sucking Daddy's penis in her mouth and he was squeezing
		her... her titties, really hard. And you, Your Worship, were
		laying all over Mummy and you were kissing.'

		'Do you think it's right that you should be
		spying on people who are doing private things together,
		friends who are just showing their love for each other? Well?'
		I asked.

		'No, Sir," she wailed.

		'When you saw they were doing private things
		why didn't you just go back to bed where young girls should be
		in any case? How long were you watching, prisoner?'
		I liked the way she flinched every time I called
		her, prisoner. She said she didn't know how long but it was
		quite a while in her words and she was very sorry for
		continuing to watch and wouldn't ever do it again.

		I told her what she did was the very worst
		liberty a daughter could take against her parents and their
		friends and that her crimes were such that I would have to
		consider carefully her punishment. She was sent back to her
		room for I needed to consult with her parents again just how
		far they were prepared to allow the punishment to go. Saying
		sex could enter in was not sufficient for if I chose things they
		were not happy with, the whole group might fall apart.

		'Well, members of the jury, how far do we take
		this young delinquent's punishment? Faith and Ben both
		indicated to me that some sexual activity may be in order but I
		need to know just what that means. Have either of you two
		used her in any way, sexually yet?'

		They both chorused, 'No,' together but Faith
		added, 'but she's now a teenager and it's time she learnt the
		real facts of life. We have both agreed she ought to be brought
		into our group and I'm sure the rest of you would appreciate
		the chance to taste such innocence, if that's the wish of you
		all,' she added a little sarcastically.

		'As a Minister of the Faith I agree it is essential
		for young ones to learn early in life from those who will care
		for them so they won't be led along wicked pathways,' Izador
		stated piously.

		'Oh, you dirty old man,' his wife piped up. 'You
		just want to get your hands up another young skirt, I know,'
		she said with a smile and leaned over and kissed him on the
		lips.

		'So all four are in agreement?'

		They all agreed and I added my approval too.

		'Then I take it you, Izador and Franzescha, are
		stating that your children are to be brought into the fold as
		well?'

		This made them both look at me in surprise. 'All
		I am asking is to clear the air. If you are prepared to use Ben
		and Faith's children for your pleasure you can't very well
		protect yours from such a fate, isn't that so?'

		I was very pleased with myself just then for the
		thought had only hit me after they so willingly agreed to accept
		Bethany into our little web.

		'Oh, we have never thought about doing that,'
		Franzescha stated looking at her husband for some sort of
		lead. Izador sighed and made a decision. 'You're right, of
		course and our girls are growing up quickly. However I think
		there should be an age limit placed on them before they are
		required to offer themselves. I mean our three are only eleven,
		ten and nine. There's far more chance of kids that young
		blabbing something at the wrong time that could fall back on
		us all.'

		'That's right,' Faith agreed. "But our Aimee is
		only ten and she's quite mature. Maybe we should look at
		something else than just age.'

		'What about using menses as the benchmark?
		Once a girl has her first menses she becomes ready.' This was
		my idea.

		'That's better. I like that,' Faith said.

		'What about the boy then?'

		'He's ready when he has his first ejaculation,'
		Faith piped up with a snigger.

		'How will we know that,' Franzescha asked seriously.

		'You'll have to suck him off every month until
		he shoots his load," Faith said, doubling up with laughter.

		'Very funny, my dear,' Franzescha said
		sarcastically. 'No, I believe the best thing to do is to bring
		Christopher in the same time Le-Anne is inducted. Boys are
		always less mature and the extra year will give him a chance
		to catch up. Does Aimee have her periods yet?'

		'Not yet but I'm sure it won't be long, she
		complains of stomach aches quite regularly these days.'
		While I sat and listened a new thought struck
		me. Who should get to deflower the girls? The fair thing would
		be for each man to take his turn but I was greedy so I decided
		to test the waters so to speak.

		'We have made some momentous decisions here
		tonight, my sex-crazed friends and I wish to endorse your
		decisions. We have many happy times ahead, and as your
		leader I have to set some ground rules. The first one is how to
		handle each child's progress to womanhood, or manhood in
		Christopher's case. Now Bethany's deflowering will definitely
		not take place tonight, she has to be put on The Pill before that
		happens so I propose tonight we use for fun by humiliating her
		as much as we can. I've never done that to a young pubescent
		before and even her parents, I'm sure, will enjoy touching their
		eldest daughter up in any way they choose, if I'm not mistaken.
		Unless they already practice such things?'

		Faith immediately refuted my inference but
		looked positively ravenous and Ben was stroking himself at the
		thought. They both concurred.

		'Secondly, as your leader I choose to guide
		each girl through her induction into the group over a month-
		long series of private lessons. At the end of that she will be
		brought to her first meeting where she will be deflowered in
		front of all members. I claim that right as leader," I stated
		firmly.

		'Oh, damnation,' Izador chimed in. 'I was
		hoping I would get my two for myself,' he wailed. I saw Ben
		looked disappointed too so I had to convince them further.

		'I can see both Izador and Ben are disappointed
		at that decision but there's several reasons not to let the father
		have first rites. The girls will be highly nervous and probably
		still quite unsure of allowing us access to her charms. I'll have
		had time to build ties between us during the lessons, making
		me far more acceptable than their parents whose presence will
		make them more embarrassed than ever. Secondly, I claim the
		title of Most Virile and Longest Lasting, am I not right, ladies?

		The girls deserve their first time to be the best.'

		'I'll say,' Faith agreed with a smile. 'You're a
		double zinger for me anyway.'

		'What's that mean?' Izador asked.

		'It means, darling, he gives me two orgasms
		before he shoots off himself.'

		'Ha, ha, for me too,' Franzescha confirmed.

	"Are you boasting, darling?" Sally asked,
breaking into his story for the first time. "Is that really true?"
	"I think so," he said proudly.
	"Oh, god, I am a lucky bitch." Then she remained silent again.

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