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A day in the basement (Mgg nc ped sm ws)


     It was the house that gave me the idea, or at least the
motivation.  It had a basement section that could easily be
isolated from the rest of the structure.  It had been added after
the house was built, which must have been costly, but there was no
designed connection, and the sole access was from a lift and a
stairway crammed into a small square space at the back of the
house, easily hidden from view.  The basement was cut into the hill
without access to the outside except through a glassed-in pool and
exercise area, the entrance at the base of the hill, looking out.

     I enclosed this space and added steel fiber embedded frosted
glass to the roof so you couldn't see in from above.  Even if you
stood in the exercise room, there was no obvious connection to any
basement, just a door at one end leading into a closet.  The other
entrance was hidden behind a storage cabinet, pretty standard
stuff, but effective.  A few steel panels and combination locks on
the inside, and I had an effective prison.  A strong man might be
able to claw out through the ceiling structure given unmolested
time and tools, but not a little girl.  Oh yes, I was getting
around to that.

     Capturing a pre-teen sex slave is not a simple matter, and I
had certain criteria in mind.  I couldn't see sneaking into a happy
American home and stealing their beloved little rosebud; no, that
wouldn't do.  First, there would be the most appalling noise in the
press, high profile police searches, forensic teams, you name it -
"Amber alert".  Second, the little girl would be emotionally
crushed by the separation, and I didn't want to deal with the
guilt.  Sounds odd, considering what I had in mind, but there you
are.  I have limits, I guess.

     No, it involved some research, and I took my time. 
Fortunately in any large city there are vast numbers of displaced
children constantly moving through the foster parent system. 
Mostly children of criminals, placed into state custody while mom
and dad (or both) were away on enforced vacation.  Some of dead
drug addicts, some just abandoned.  They weren't immediately
placed, that took time.  As a result a number of half-way care
houses existed to buffer the transfers to foster care, and kids
were constantly going missing from these facilities, usually
drifting back to drug-infested neighborhoods to take up their
former occupations, crack house lookouts and runners, prostitutes,
whatever.

     I wasn't interested in dealing with some urchin who was likely
to run a sharpened comb into my guts some day, even if that meant
dying with me trapped in the basement quarters.  The risk was too
large.  The secret was to steal a sweet thing, make it look like
she had run away, but a girl without entanglements in the real
world.  That took time, and stealth.  

     I had to learn how to be a cat burglar, an interesting and
exciting profession I believe.  The game is in knowing how to enter
and leave without leaving a trace.  It's something to be proud of,
not your smash and grab affair.  Of course, I was breaking into
administrative offices of some pretty low-rent facilities, and it
wasn't necessary to learn how to crack safes or foil alarm systems. 
A simple set of lock picks acquired at some cost on the black
market, patience, working the night shift, that's the skill set
involved.

     I was staking out two likely houses in a large city in the
midwest, one that used to be an elementary school, the classrooms
converted into a series of bedrooms with the common bath facilities
of the gymnasium and hallways used for the same purpose as before. 
It was economical for the state, and it had the advantage for me of
separating the offices from the living spaces, where a couple of
attendants stood watch, or usually slept watch, curled up on a
couch with a magazine.  Escaping from one of these places was like
getting past Sergeant Shultz.

     The other was a little tougher, a run down four-story
apartment building converted from low income housing.  The office
was on the ground floor, and the single night attendant was
stationed across the hall.  It was tempting though, as it appeared
more white kids were transferred there, an accident of its
location.  I have nothing against dark skinned girls, but I wanted
a little angel, a little plump white blonde-haired angel.  Just a
personal preference, you see.

     Getting into the old school was nothing, you could just walk
right in, no one heard anything at the far end of the building. 
The night watch didn't even enter that wing, what for?  There was
nothing in there, and it was all locked up.  Locks mean nothing to
a good set of picks of course, a temporary inconvenience, maybe
twenty seconds, tops.  I spend a lot of time in that office, going
through files, looking for just the right girl.  Weeks stretched
into months, and there was nothing.  I started eyeing the other
facility more and more.

     It was not hard to gain entrance to the building, there was a
side door with a double lock, and again, that was like walking
through tissue paper.  But once inside it was very risky.  There
was always the chance that an attendant would walk out into the
hallway just as I was on my way to the office.  I watched a long
time from hidden cameras in a van I parked across the street,
serving a couple of nights with coffee and a piss jar observing the
motions of the attendant.  Usually she went nowhere, just sat in
her office next to the front entrance and watched TV.  She assumed
anyone trying to get out would have to come that way.  Probably she
was right, I didn't see any kids escaping from the apartment
facility, while at the school I was amused to see several kids
sneaking out through a broken window.  I don't believe the
attendants even knew the kids were gone until the next day. 
Routine maybe.

     Finally I got up my courage and broke in, carefully gliding
down the hall to the administrative office and picking my way
inside.  There weren't any windows that faced the hall, and I
wasn't worried about the outside, no one was watching, so using a
pen light was not a risk.  I was crushed that first night to go
through the files and not see any girls in residence that would be
interesting to me.  One marginal case, but not worth the effort
considering the years I would be devoting to the child.

     I haunted the offices of the facilities for weeks, then
months, and I almost gave up hope.  Finally one night I hit the
jackpot.  Not one, but two girls that seemed ideal.  And both were
at the school, a miracle really.  The first was named Mary, a nice
Catholic girl from a family of nine kids, at six years-old the
youngest.  Dad was a drunk who beat them all, even the little girl. 
I liked that, she was already used to being dominated.  Mom killed
dad in his drunken sleep with a hammer when she found the oldest
girl tucked into bed with him.  The kids were scattered throughout
the system.  She wouldn't be there long, she was incredibly cute,
just a doll.  She wasn't blonde, her hair was light brown, and she
wasn't plump, a thin little girl, but so beautiful and innocent and
screwed up.  Perfect!

     I was ready to harvest her the next night, but by habit I
swept through all the files, and lo and behold was number two,
Rachel.  Ah, my gorgeous Rachel.  Seven and a half, blonde, fat. 
An only child bounced between a couple of really messed up parents
and in-laws, finally beaten by her mother in a drug-fueled rage
when the little girl couldn't fit into her clothes due to her
weight.  The father missing in action, a year behind on child
support, gone into the hinterlands, maybe even with a new name. 
Who cared?  Not me.  She was also perfect.  I had to have them
both.  I had the room, why not?  It was a dream come true.

     I had to move quickly, but I was ready the next night.  It was
so easy.  The school was heated by a forced air system with ducts
running through the ceiling beams.  There was a large air return
fan located at one end of the building, easily accessed through an
outside door, the lock falling open for me like petals off a
flower.  I located the outgoing air duct and drilled a hole to fit
a hose end connected to a tank of chloroform.  It was dangerous
stuff, as the aerosol could explode if it contacted an open flame,
but it was a very low concentration, not a sleeping gas or anything
exotic like that, just a mild relaxing mist that only deepened
sleep.  I wasn't that concerned with the two attendants, they
didn't move around much, but if they were already lying on their
couches in the hall watching TV, a little of this stuff should be
enough to at least slow them down, if not induce a little nap.

     I wore a simple oxygen mask connected to an emergency diving
cylinder, just a few minutes worth.  I let the chloroform empty
into the duct, waited ten minutes for it to dissipate, put on my
mask and walked out the door of the utility room into a passage way
leading to the main hall.  I peeked around the corner to be
rewarded with the sight of both female guards lying facing away
from me, guarding the wrong entrance.  I couldn't tell if they were
sleeping, but they weren't moving.  All I had to do was walk across
the hall, pick the lock on the entrance to an offset wing of the
building and be out of sight.  I did it quickly without thinking
about it, and before I knew it, I was standing in an empty corridor
by myself, breathing hard in the mask.  

    My first stop was Mary's room.  It was simple, she was the
lightest of the two girls.  I picked the lock on her door and
silently entered her room, allowing my eyes to become adjusted to
the light.  She was lying in bed, sleeping soundly, a thumb tucked
into her mouth.  So cute, so precious!  I pulled a syringe of
Valium from a duffle pocket and without hesitating stuck the needle
into the meat of her upper arm.  It was a very small needle, the
kind they use for flu shots, and I don't think she ever felt it.  

    While I was waiting for the drug to take effect, I gathered up
all her possessions and stuffed them into one of the duffle bags I
was carrying.  The idea of course was to make it look like the two
girls had plotted an escape together, and they would hardly leave
their clothes behind.  I check all the drawers of the beat up chest
in the room, looked under the bed to be sure, and then
experimentally poked the sleeping girl to see if I could rouse her
from sleep.  She moved a little and moaned a sound or two, but she
was clearly out of it.  So I crossed the Rubicon, lifted her out of
bed and into a long duffle bag with a stiff fiberglass bottom,
quickly strapping her in.  A quick zip and I had bagged one girl. 
Before I left the room I checked her bed, and thankfully so,
because a little bear was hidden under the covers.  She would not
have left her bear behind!  

     I crept out of her room carrying the girl over one shoulder
and the other empty carrier and duffle bags over the other.  It was
going to be difficult hauling two girls, but it wasn't far, and I
was in shape for it.  Before leaving her room behind I took a page
of paper I had torn from a book Mary had in her room, some kind of
religious cartoon I believe.  I stuffed the paper in the door lock
hole, which prevented the lock bolt from seating fully.  That was
the girls' trick, you see, taking a page out of the Watergate
burglary.  The attendants would be blamed for not noticing the
doors weren't securely locked.  If anyone cared.  Maybe the
attendants would find the paper and take it out before they were
busted.  Good, then they could make up a plausible story for how
the girls got out.  It's not like it wasn't a regular occurrence
anyway.

     Rachel was just as easy, but just a tad heavier than my little
Mary!  She was a very plump little girl, and she fit her pajamas
like a sausage in a casing.  I didn't want her that heavy, but
there was plenty of exercise equipment in the girls' new home, and
I'd have Rachel nicely shaped up soon enough.  And Mary filled out
a little.  They would make a fine pair, sucking my cock together,
competing with who could swallow the cum and avoid whatever wicked
game I had in mind for the loser.  I was so excited thinking about
it that I developed a erection which made it difficult to walk with
the two girls trussed up on my back.  I had to stop and relax for
a minute, focusing on the task at hand.

     Getting out of the building was easy, I just walked out the
nearest exit.  There was an alarm, but it was wired with a pure
circuit, no cut failure mode at all.  No wire, no alarm.  I just
ripped it out.  Of course there couldn't be an inside lock, in case
of fire the dorm rooms clicked open, and the outside doors had to
be accessible from the inside so everyone could get out.  Easy. 
Two kids gone, obvious pathway out, took all their stuff, two more
files to the runaway category.  Finis.

     I had parked the van in a covered loading ramp down an access
road behind the school.  There was practically no chance I could be
seen walking to the van, and I was there and inside before I had
time to worry about it.  I had to laugh, I was still wearing the
air mask!  One last chore, I locked up the van and swiftly walked
back to the utility room, recovering the chloroform cylinder and
covering up the hole in the air duct with silver tape.  No one was
going to notice the repair.  I was driving home a few minutes
later, nervous as cats that I would get into a traffic accident or
be stopped by a curious police prowler for a burned-out light, but
nothing like that happened, and I found myself finally back at my
rental house, sitting in my van with the garage door sliding down
behind me with a satisfying clunk.  Safe.

     Phase two was easier, but still involved some risk.  I pulled
the girls from the van and unzipped their bags, making sure they
were alright, and then got them ready for the transfer.  I had
built a couple of cases for my plane where the girls were going to
ride out the trip, and getting the girls strapped in and the
intravenous lines and catheters attached would take a couple of
hours, but I was tired.  I figured the valium wouldn't wear off for
an hour, so I carefully set an alarm and took a half-hour power nap
to get ready.

     The trip would take about six hours back to the coast where I
lived, and I had to keep the girls hydrated and unconscious, which
the i.v. would take care of, and allow them to relieve themselves,
which involved inserting a lubricated catheter.  Airflow through
the box was handled by built-in fans, as they would be riding in a
cargo space where the rear seat used to be in the plane.  The cases
were built into the space and covered with luggage and bags, so it
would survive a casual scrutiny, not that I expected any snoopers. 

     When I had the girls all setup and was satisfied with their
breathing, I quickly packed my bags and loaded everything back in
the van, disguising the cases as well as I could, and once again
prayed to the traffic gods for a smooth trip.  I didn't have any
trouble, and arrived at my rented hanger just before dawn, and
loaded up the plane.  I could come back and deal with the leased
properties later, I probably wouldn't hunt in this city again, and
it would be several years anyway.

     After a long flight back home I loaded the girls into another
van and around dinner time finally entered the safety of my own
garage.  I unplugged the girls and put them back in the original
bags, carrying them downstairs to their new homes.  In spite of my
fatigue, I was on a real high as I closed the locked door behind me
for the second time, ferrying heavy Rachel to her room.  I had done
it!

     I didn't remove the girls from the carrier bags until I had
them in their rooms.  I suppose I could have forced them to sleep
together, but I thought apart was better for now.  I had two rooms
because I foresaw the need to have one very young girl being broken
in while the older girl she was replacing was still in residence. 
But two girls together was even better.  It would be years before
I would have to worry about new recruits.

     Both girls were waking up a little from the Valium, it wears
off quickly if you don't keep the drip going.  They would have
pretty good headaches from the little whiff of chloroform combined
with the Valium, but for now they were just confused and drowsy,
trying to say something and blinking their eyes.  I tucked them
both into bed, and turned down the lights, the littlest last, as
she woke up slower.  I don't know if they went back to sleep or
not, because I locked them in and went to bed myself, enjoying the
heady sleep of the victorious, in spite of a pure state of
excitement for the next morning.

     I had to resist rushing downstairs as soon as I woke up to
poke my cock at the girls, just bust in and start molesting them. 
First, I wanted breakfast and a shower.  And second, I wanted to
give the girls time to adjust to their situations.

     I knew they were awake by now, the first thing I did was check
on the closed circuit security cameras arranged in protected cages
around the ceilings of their rooms.  Both girls had obviously woken
up, realized they weren't at the half way house, and then had seen
the instructions lying on shelves at the end of their rooms.  There
was a simple little note that explained exactly where they were,
what was expected out of them and what would happen if they didn't
obey.  Short and to the point.  

     Their first instructions were to clean themselves thoroughly
and wait for me to sexually assault them.  I just laid it out, no
mystery at all.  I told them they were going to be fondled and
poked with my cock, which they were to stroke and suck on command,
and if they didn't they would be whipped.  I even copied a couple
of usenet pictures of badly punished bottoms for their imaginations
to work on, big angry bamboo cane weals across pert little
buttocks.  I wasn't going to mark up my little angels that bad, but
it was a nice illustration.

     And it seemed to be working, both girls were cleaning
themselves as instructed and bawling their eyes out off and on. 
Both had eaten the rather substantial breakfast I left, Mary about
half, Rachel every crumb, no surprise there, she would be starving
after a day without food.  And both were using the bathroom
appliances I provided, Mary scrubbing her bottom and pussy in a
bidet and Rachel caring for her teeth like the daughter of a
dentist.  I guess my warning that any tooth decay would be handled
by me without the benefit of anesthesia had a beneficial effect on
her attention to dental hygiene.

     I watched the girls and chuckled at their situation for
awhile, then attended to my own needs, getting ready for the big
event.  By the time I was fed, washed, shaved and into a nice robe
for the day's first sex play, I was hard as a rock.  I leapt
downstairs, typed the combination into the keypad to enter the
basement, locked the door behind me and strode smartly over to
Rachel's room.  As soon as I had the lock opened I threw the door
open, walked right in, grabbed the fat little girl and tossed her
on the bed before she could even squeal.  She stared up at me in
pure shock as I tossed my robe on the floor and crawled up on the
bed and over her, pawing at her and rubbing my cock over her fat
little behind as she turned away from me and tried to crawl away,
crying and bawling.

     I laughed and grabbed her around the waist, holding her with
one arm while I gave her five good hard smacks with my free hand,
her bottom bouncing and jiggling from the hits.  

     "Settle down Rachel, or you'll get another five."  

     My first words to the girl had the desired effect, Rachel
ceased to struggle and tried to curl herself into a ball, crying
into her hands.  I lay down beside her and let my hands wander over
her broad back, digging beneath her folded arms to fondle the sides
of her little fat breasts.  She was too young to have real breasts,
they were just a little baby fat, but fun nevertheless.

     "Hey, turn over and rub my cock with your hand, you know why
you're here."

     No response from the girl, so I grabbed one arm and pinned it
behind her back, and when I had the appropriate leverage, kneeling
on the back of her legs, she got another five slaps on the bottom,
which were already nicely rose colored from the first set.  I
immediately released her into her fetal curl and resumed my
position beside her.

     "Rachel, roll over and face me and start stroking my cock.  If
you don't do it right now, I'll go fetch my whip, got it?"

     I added a slap on her behind for emphasis.  This moved her
finally, and she uncoiled and rolled over to face me, her face a
mess of tears and a runny nose.  I reached over to a set of drawers
beside the bed and pulled a towel out and cleaned her face, moving
her hand away with a slap when she tried to cover it.  I then
tucked her face into my chest and reached one arm behind her to
fondle the top of her hot bottom while my cock stood at attention
in front of her.

     I was just about to give her more instruction when she finally
got the message and reached out her right hand to tentatively touch
my stiff cock, aching for attention.  She didn't have the slightest
idea what to do of course.  So I reached my other hand over and
grabbed a handful of little fat girl breast in an iron grip so she
couldn't shift her position at all.  I squeezed one of her nipples
between my fingers, a really nice puffy bit of flesh, something I
was going to enjoy sucking on for years.  Very nice.

     "Hold your fingers around the shaft and move your hand up and
down, gently over the top . . . that's better, a little firmer,
oops, not that hard . . . that's good keep it up just like that for
a minute or two while I play with these titties.  My, you have a
nice set for a little girl."

     "Thank you," she said.

     "What did you say?"

     Rachel couldn't think what to say, she tried to mumble
something.  It was the first thing she said to me, and it was just
a dumb reaction, I'm sure she didn't mean it.  "Thank you", that
was a good one.  

     "Well, lets have a look at the rest of you."

     I sat up in the bed leaving her hands empty of cock for the
moment, and pushed her over into the middle of the bed, kneeling
beside her, looking down at the expanse of pink flesh below.  I
grabbed the hand nearest me and put it back on my shaft while I
pulled her legs apart, slapping her thigh when she started to put
them back together, and inventoried the goodies while I enjoyed her
touch.

     She was really a chubby goddess, big all over, except her cute
little feet, her little stubby toes out of place. I let my hand run
over her calves and up over her knees to her fat thighs.  They
weren't grossly fat, not yet, no marbling or wrinkles, smooth like
a big pink seal.  I jiggled them just to see them shake and then
moved my hand up between her legs, giving her a much harder slap
right on top of her white mound of mons when she tried to close
them again.  She got the message again and left her legs spread
this time, trembling.

     Her pussy was glorious.  In it's present state it was too
fleshy and large for a girl this age, but the inner folds were
clean and trim, a jewel set in a field of plump skin.  I let my
fingers wander where they wanted, fondling her lips and thighs, and
especially roaming over her vulva to her tummy, up a big white hill
of skin, glowing a little pink on top from my slap.  I wanted to
eat my way through there, and I hesitated only briefly before
diving in.

     "I hope you followed my instructions and washed out your
pussy, because I'm about to dig my tongue up as far as I can inside
of you and you better be sweet tasting all the way or you'll be
dancing at the end of a whip for me.  You want to visit the bidet
again before I begin?"

     "I cleaned it just like you said," she whimpered.

     "Let's find out then," I said, as I swooped down, planting my
lips on either side of her little tiny entrance, buried in all that
flesh.  

     I'm sure she thought she had done a good job, but probably she
had lubed up a little from the sudden assault and the spankings. 
As soon as I was settled and found her hole with the tip of my
tongue, I started ruthlessly digging it inside, heedless of the
taste or anything else.  Rachel had let go of my cock by now, it
was out of her reach, but I didn't care, I was totally focused on
pushing as much tongue into virgin pussy as I possibly could.  I
actually dug in so far I could feel my tongue on the other side of
her hymen ring as she whimpered and shivered from the assault.  

     Finally I relented and raised up, licking my lips, and wiping
off my face with my hands.  There was a little taste, there had to
be that far up, but it wasn't bad at all, just the slightest taste
of musk.  

     "Not bad, roll over and kneel down, stick your ass up in the
air for me."

     Rachel hesitated a little as she processed the import of this
new instruction, and I had to pull and push her body parts around
roughly to get her into position, giving her a couple of light
smacks when she resisted briefly.  Finally I had her head down, ass
pointed to the ceiling in a shockingly obscene display of pussy
lips and asshole peaking at me between her big thighs and bottom. 
I enjoyed playing around with her flesh for a minute, and then
returned to the business at hand, once again plunging my face into
her pussy and digging for gold, real hard and intense this time,
pushing my tongue in as far as I could and lashing it around
inside, leaving plenty of spit inside.  At last I pulled out of the
shivering girl and immediately started kissing and licking her
directly on her anus, a cute little wrinkled ring of dark pink.

     "It looks like you keep yourself clean," I said, between
licks, "no rashes or anything.  Good girl."

     Apparently she didn't see the need to say "thank you" this
time.

     "No, you did a very good job of cleaning, I didn't taste
anything but your clean scrubbed girl flesh.  For that, you get a
reward."

     I bet she didn't like the sound of that, at least she tensed
up a bit in response.  I quickly moved up behind her and placed the
tip of my cock, still raging, at her secret entrance, and before
she realized it wasn't my tongue again, I moved the head inside,
lubricated by the saliva, and pushed it all the way into her hymen,
grabbing her thighs to prevent her pulling away, and kept on
pushing until she began to squeal in terror, her legs tensing up
hard.

     "Stop that!  I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just starting to
open you up a bit while you're warm.  Stay still and relax."

     She stopped her screaming and settled back into sobbing and
moaning while I maintained my position, holding her thighs in a
strong grip that communicated she wasn't about to go anywhere until
I was done.  It took a minute for her breathing to quiet down a bit
and the muscles in her legs to slack off, probably just from being
tired and beat up.  The head of my cock was fully engulfed in
pussy, but the ring was only about half way down the soft head and
was not going to part without damage.

     So I just kept up gradual pressure for now, taking advantage
of any opening to work a little more of the head past the
restriction.  My goal was to get the lower lip of my cock head
past, so that the ring would be trapped around the shaft behind it,
to give it a good stretching without really plowing it.  But that
was not going to happen today, and I finally let her loose.  I was
getting a little sore from the pressure.  Rachel collapsed on the
bed as soon as let go, and I straddled her legs and enjoyed myself
by rubbing her back while I played my cock between her butt cheeks.

     I wanted to cum, and I considered lubing up and butt fucking
the poor girl, but I had plans for that first big blast, and it
concerned two girls, not one.  It was time we paid a visit to poor
little Mary, no doubt sitting on her bed in the next room shivering
in fear.  Oh, it was so delicious to think about!

     So I pulled Rachel up and out her door, popping her on the
butt once when she stalled to look around the basement area, and
dragged her over to Mary's room.  I turned her head away while I
punched in the combination, and burst in just about the same way I
had with Rachel.

     Mary was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking pink and well
scrubbed.  She jumped a little and instinctively moved her arms to
cover her chest, but other than staring wide-eyed at the naked man
and fat little girl who had invaded her space, she said nothing at
all, just swallowed hard and waited.  She had that look of someone
used to being hit, who long ago learned it was best to stay quiet
and follow orders.  I liked it, a nice contrast to Rachel's
whining.  I left Rachel alone for a minute and sat on the bed next
to Mary, pushing her up on her feet in front of me to have a look.

     She was a thin little girl, her rib cage sticking out, with no
breast flesh at all, just two tiny little nipples stranded on the
bony plain of her chest.  She had no form, her sides straight from
her shoulders to her legs, no hips.  But she had two major assets
that made this thin little reed of a six-year girl a treasure, her
bottom and her pussy.

     The pussy was a delight, two full pale white lips with a lot
of form and presence sticking out between her legs.  I parted the
petals with my fingers and Mary actually shifted her legs apart to
help.  It wasn't the first time someone had fiddled with her; a
brother?  The father?  Both?  Between the white lips was a perfect
little oval fence of inner lips surrounding the depression where
her holes resided, with the tiniest little hood hiding her jewel at
the top.  It invited a kiss and I gave her a good long wet one,
letting my tongue explore freely.  Mary shivered a little as I
peeled back her hood to look at the tiny white bump of her
clitoris, it was no doubt an uncomfortable feeling, but she didn't
try to move away or protest.

     I turned her around to admire her bottom, just exactly what
you would want from a small girl.  There was no side profile to her
ass, the cheeks swelled straight out from her lower back in a half
moon to her thighs, with a deep divide between.  I cupped one of
the cheeks, digging my fingers into the cleft and squeezed a
handful of the most desirable ass I had ever seen.  I gave her a
few light slaps on the butt just to see them wiggle.  I think Mary
knew why I was swatting her, she stayed still and didn't appear
upset.

     "Nice, little girl, beautiful skin.  We'll put a little weight
on you, and a little off your friend here, that's Rachel, by the
way."

     Rachel was cowering by the door with her face downcast, and
looked up at the mention of her name.  I had to chuckle at her
appearance.  Covering her plump white flesh were all manner of pink
spots and red areas where she had been poked, swatted, spanked,
pinched, pulled, bit and squeezed.  She had really been through the
meat grinder, and it was still morning.

     "Well, Mary," I said, still fondling her bottom, "It looks
like you're good at taking directions, you're very clean I see. 
But I haven't checked everywhere, have I?"

     Mary kind of peeked over her shoulder, but didn't say
anything.

     "Rachel, why don't you see what you can find.  Come over her
and stick your tongue up Mary's cunt as far as you possibly can."

     Rachel jerked awake as I barked her name, but it took her a
few moments to move, until she no doubt felt my eyes smoldering
with thoughts of thrashing her some more.  She was a little
uncertain about how to handle her assignment, obviously.  I turned
Mary so she was sideways to me and leaned her bottom against my
leg, spreading her legs wide.

     "Come over here, kneel on the floor and stick your tongue up
her pussy."

     Rachel complied as best she could, settling her plump frame
between my legs, kind of working herself around my leg so she could
support herself with her face aimed up at Mary's lap.  I looked up
at Mary and was amused to she her staring wide-eyed down at Rachel
as she squirmed around on the floor trying to get leverage.  She
looked as though she had absolutely no idea what was about to
happen.

     Rachel finally got herself positioned with her face aimed
between Mary's legs, all scrunched down on the floor in a pile of
white (and pink) flesh, but she was hesitating taking the plunge. 
I slapped her on the back of the head.

     "Stick out your tongue and find her asshole and then work back
up until you find the hole, it's pretty small, but you can feel
it."

     I pushed Rachel's waves of blonde hair back from her face so
I could see.  She had her nose stuck between Mary's lips and I
couldn't see anything.  This wasn't going to work.  I grabbed
Rachel's hair and pulled her away.

     "Alright, time out, let's do with another way.  Mary, you
kneel up on the bed."

     I stood up and helped the little girl climb up on the bed,
prodding her to the end so Rachel would have a place to lie, and
arranging her limbs so her face was down on the bed with her ass
sticking up in the air.  I took advantage of the situation to rub
my cock between her legs, delighting in parting her pussy lips with
head for a few strokes.  When I was done I laid down on my back
with my face looking up at Mary's crotch.

     "OK Rachel, climb up here on top of me and go to work, I'll be
watching from below."

     It took Rachel a few minutes to figure out what I had in mind,
but helped along by a few slaps and pinches, she eventually ended
up straddling me on hands and knees with her face planted between
Mary's butt cheeks.  I had the most delightful vista, Mary's wide-
open pussy above and Rachel's dangling breasts and tummy beyond. 
I let my hands explore the soft hanging flesh while Rachel tried to
find Mary's hole.  Her tongue was just darting around down there,
no idea what she was feeling, with her nose pressed up between
Mary's bottom cheeks.  It was fun watching her thrashing around,
but I wanted to see some penetration.

     "Rachel, stop moving around for a minute and stick your tongue
out as far as you can."

     She complied, and I could see her little tongue sticking out
between her lips above.  I reached up and squeezed the tip between
by fingers, but she reacted by burying it back in her mouth.  I
gave her left tit a good slap.

     "Stick out your damn tongue, jeez girl, is this going to take
all day?"

     Not wanting her breast abused, now turning a soft pink from
the hit, the tongue made it's appearance again.  This time she
allowed be to grab it and place the tip right at the entrance to
Mary's vagina.

     "There, feel that depression?  Now get your tongue in there .
. . that's right, keep digging."

     Rachel had finally lucked out and managed to get the end of
her tongue inside the tight little hole.  I encourage her by
stroking her cheek from below, exerting her to roll up her tongue
and stick it in.  It was working pretty good now, I could see about
an inch of tongue moving around inside Mary, who was feeling the
sensation as well, twitching and whimpering just a little bit.  Now
this was fun.

     "Rachel, try and work your tongue in until you can feel the
passage tighten up, can you get it in there?"

     She mumbled something incomprehensible, but redoubled her
efforts to squeeze more tongue inside.  My hand squeezing her
slapped titty good and hard no doubt was an incentive, she knew I
would give it a good hard tug if she slacked off.  But I could see
there was a limit to how far she could work her tongue.   I grabbed
her hair and pulled her away.

     "Good, but let's see what I can do, get off me for a minute,
both of you."

     The girls complied, Rachel heaving herself off to stand by the
bed, and Mary lifting her leg over to sit on the bed, looking at
me, breathing hard in fear.  I grabbed Mary by her feet and pulled
her down on the bed on her back, and then lifted and separated her
legs until her pussy was wide open, staring up at the ceiling.  I
didn't waste any time, and swooped down on the prize like a
vulture.

     I had no trouble finding the passage, but I could see why
Rachel had to work so hard; Mary was very tiny and tight.  Her
hymen was less than an inch from the entrance, and it would have
been difficult to get a pencil through that hole.  It was going to
be a long process before I could safely plant my cock inside this
tiny pussy, but I was determined to make some progress.

     My tongue was stronger than her delicate little membranes, so
I set to it with a purpose and gradually worked the end of my
tongue into the tiny little circle of flesh, prodding and pushing
to get more tongue past.  This was clearly uncomfortable for Mary,
and she tried to close her legs until I grabbed her by the knees
and pushed her back into the bed, pinning her, and diving back in. 
For several minutes I rooted and pushed while Mary progressed from
whimpering to moaning to flat-out bawling.   In the end I had
managed to widen the passage noticeably, and was able to lick up
behind the restrictive ring to taste the flesh beyond.  When I
finally pulled out I could see the hymen was bright pink, some
internal bleeding evident from the stretching.  A good day's work,
time for some fun.

     Rachel had been taking all this in, no doubt sympathetic to
Mary's position given her own experience, and I left her standing
at the end of the bed, holding herself and shivering while I wiped
Mary's face with a towel and let her regain her composure.

     "OK, my turn Mary."

     I lay down on my back and pulled the little girl on top, face
down, her face pressed into my lap.  I pulled her legs apart and
pushed her around until she was kneeling, straddling my face with
her pussy above, and staring down at my cock sticking up at her
face.

     "Stick that cock in your mouth Mary, just lightly suck on it,
swirl it around with your tongue.  If you nick it with your teeth,
I pull them out with a pair of pliers."

     I almost had to laugh at Mary's reaction, she had her mouth on
my cock like it was her salvation, sucking it with gusto without
the slightest idea what she was doing.

     "Slow down girl, jesus.  Listen to me, I want you to just
lightly suck on it, move your mouth up and down and press on it
with your tongue, move it around.  The top part is very sensitive,
so be careful."

     I had to give her instructions several more times, but
gradually she got the idea and was doing a pretty good job, kissing
and licking my shaft while she cradled by balls with her little
delicate fingers.  In the meantime I was enjoying her private
parts, reaching up to caress her ass, fondle her pussy lips and
stroke her mound.  Her mons area was snow white and very
pronounced, a little hill between her legs and belly as big as
Rachel's, but more dramatic given the tiny frame of the girl.  It
would be a lot of fun to make her arch her back to stick it up in
the air while I flicked it with a little switch, putting red lines
across the smooth flesh.

     Ah well, there was a lot more to come, but in the meantime I
was getting dangerously close to cumming myself.  Even if I didn't
think about the amazing sensations and images of the young girl's
mouth around my cock, I was very pent up and there was no way I
could last.  Finally I slapped her on the butt and pulled her off,
to sit on the bed next to me.  She wiped her mouth with her hands.

     "Let's take a time out, get something to drink and eat, visit
the bathroom, and then Rachel can have a go."

     "I need to pee," said Rachel, hesitantly, like she expected to
be punished for speaking up.  She was obviously in need, now that
I noticed.

     "Cool, let's cross swords, that might be fun," I replied.

     "What?"

     "Never mind, come here."

     I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to Mary's shower
stall.  The girl's rooms were a combined bathroom and bedroom, not
really intended for sex play, but I was so excited I hadn't even
moved the girls out to the play area, where a king bed waited for
us.

     Mary watched us at first, but turned away when it was obvious
I intended that we pee in the stall.  I pinned Rachel's big body
against one wall and kicked her legs apart, so her pussy was facing
the drain.  I leaned up against the other wall and aimed my unit at
her pussy.

     "You start and I'll join in," I said.

     "I can't do it like this," Rachel whimpered, starting to cry.

     "Really?  Do you think you can do it in a glass?"

     "A glass?" she blubbered, through her sobs.

     "Yeah, which you then get to drink from.  Get busy, or I get
the glass.  The Mary can pee in your mouth too, after me."

     This moved her, and she concentrated on trying to pee in this
embarrassing situation, all the time sniffling and crying, while
she squeezed her eyes together and furrowed her brow.  I reached
out and took a tit in both hands, squeezing them as if I could
prime her pump, amused at her difficulties.  Finally she managed to
dribble a little out, and then some little streams, cut off by her
struggles.

     I had to collect myself at that point, but quickly managed to
start peeing and moving my own stream up to connect right in her
exposed pussy folds.  The warm water splashing on her apparently
opened her up, and she let loose for real, sobbing loudly.  It was
a really decadent scene, peeing on the girl like that while I held
her little breasts.  I was so hard it was almost painful.  When we
were both done, I aimed the shower down until the water was warm,
and then rinsed us both off, taking advantage of the situation to
soap up the big girl to refresh her, spending a few minutes
reveling in the slippery plump flesh.

     I had Mary hand us a towel and I roughly dried Rachel and
kicked her out to finish.  Mary was still watching us, so I
motioned her in to the stall.  She knew what I wanted, and being
her compliant self, she squatted in front of me, exposing herself
obscenely, and within a few seconds was peeing into the shower
drain.  She finished by thrusting her hips forward, shaking out the
last few drops, and then settled back against the wall, bringing
her legs together a bit, but leaving her pussy exposed to my gaze.

     "Nice, Mary.  Good girl."

     I repeated the shower with her, letting her soap up my cock
and balls until I couldn't stand it anymore without cumming, and
pushed her hand away.  We dried each other off and joined April,
now trembling against the bedroom wall, still sniffling a little,
her legs squeezed together and her arms protecting her mauled
breasts.  

     "Let's move to the main arena, girls."

     I grabbed Rachel and pushed her out the door, Mary following
obediently behind.  We were at the far end of the space, and there
was a short corridor leading to the main living area.  The girls
gawked as we reached the end of the corridor and the layout of the
play area became apparent.  To the right was a large room with a
bed in one corner, a big couch in the middle facing a projection TV
and various other AV equipment.

     The other side of the room was the focus of the girls'
attention, a couple of tiled areas with floor drains next to walls
filled with restraint devices, including steel rings bolted into
the ceiling, and benches with leather straps along the legs.  There
was little doubt as to the intended use of this stuff, and I
imagine the girls were none too happy about it.

     I had to smile.  Probably they thought it was some sort of
medieval torture chamber, but for the most part it was for sex
play.  I had fantasies of suspending a girl butt-out against the
wall, and after whipping her for fun, raping her in the restraints,
that kind of thing.  I didn't have any intentions of really hurting
the girls, no hot irons or fingernails pulled out, just some nice
slapping around and restrained buggering.  But they didn't know
that, and they stared at the straps and restraints wide-eyed.

     I pushed Rachel past the equipment into another corridor that
lead to the kitchen, dining and exercise areas.  At the far end was
a door I knew led to the exercise pool, but we wouldn't need that
today.  Right now I just wanted to get a couple sandwiches into the
girls and get on to the main course, spurting a badly needed load
of cum all over the little angels.  My hard on was aching at this
point, if I had taken Viagra or Cialis, it was probably time to
visit the hospital for the dreaded four-hour erection symptom.

     I turned Rachel into the first door and told her to sit at the
small dining table.  Mary followed suit without being told.  I
fished some sandwiches and milk out of the kitchen refrigerator and
we passed ten or fifteen minutes in an odd domestic silence while
we ate and drank.  Mary was a picky eater, and left her crusts
behind on her plate, while Rachel looked as though she wanted to
finish them up.  The girls stalled taking the last bites, looking
up nervously, since they knew after we were done playtime was back
in session, and that might involve some pain by the look of things. 
I smiled wickedly at them, guessing their fears, and said nothing.

     Finally I stood up and put our little quiet time to an end.

     "Mary, you clean those dishes and put them away, Rachel, you
go to your room and clean your teeth, go to the bathroom if you
need to, but clean yourself real good if you do, understand?"

     She nodded.

     "Alright, then you join me out in the main room, on the bed. 
Mary you clean up after you're done in here and meet us out there."

     Rachel filed out in front of me, her big butt wobbling in
front of me.  I couldn't resist giving her another pop to hurry her
up, a nice satisfying smack and one more pink mark.  I used the
master bathroom, which filled up the space on the other side of the
bedroom corridor beyond the far wall.  Inside was a giant tub, a
sit-down shower stall, a bidet and the usual appointments,
including two toilets inside their own little rooms.  It was more
than a bathroom, it was a playground besides, including a roman-
style open lounging couch.

     I was cleaned up and lying in bed when Rachel appeared around
the corner and walked up to the bed, not sure what to do, but
presumably glad we were on this side of the room and not the other. 


     "Same as what Mary was doing, kneel over the top of me and
start sucking, girl," I helpfully informed her.  

     Rachel wasn't as limber as Mary, and it was fun to watch her
try and arrange her body into position.  But she understood what to
do well enough, and soon I was looking up at her big white pussy
while her lips sunk over my erection.  She too needed some
guidance, but within a few minutes was giving me a passably decent
blow job while I enjoyed myself with her pneumatic hind quarters.

     Her little legs were short enough and her body big enough that
I could easily raise my head and be in contact with her pussy, so
I put another pillow under my head and reached up to grab a plush
butt cheek in both hands, pulling her down to my lips.  I didn't
mess around with preliminaries, I just starting giving her a
furious tongue lashing, right on top of her clitoris, rolling it
around and sucking it between my lips.  This caused Rachel a great
deal of distress, and I could hear her cries, muffled by my cock in
her mouth.  I had to give her a couple of good swats and threaten
to bite off her little love button, nipping it once for emphasis,
before she managed to return her concentration to my cock while
living with the soft, wet mauling I was dishing out to her most
sensitive spot.

     Meanwhile Mary had joined us, and was standing at the side of
the bed watching the sixty nine performance.  I noticed her
standing there, and decided to put an end to the wait, it was just
too much to hold back.  

     "Enough," I said, slapping Rachel on the butt lightly and
pushing her off.  "Lie down on your back and lift your legs up and
spread 'em.  Mary, up on the bed."

     While Rachel complied with my instructions, with a certain
amount of help from me pushing her into position, I knelt between
her legs, and pulled Mary to my side, also kneeling.

     "OK, Mary, when I pull out, you grab my cock and stroke it. 
It's going to squirt cum, I don't know if you have seen that
before," (she shook her head), "but white liquid is going to stream
out in spurts.  I want you to aim my cock so it splashes all over
Rachel.  I'll have three or four good shots, so try and get her in
the face, if it goes that far, but otherwise spread it around so
some gets on both breasts and all over her tummy and her pookie,
got it?"

     She nodded, but looked a little uncertain.

     "Don't stop pumping when it starts spurting, or I'll punish
you good.  And keep your fingers off the tip, that get's too
sensitive when it's spurting, just jack your hand up and down the
shaft, OK?"

     Mary nodded again.  Meanwhile I could see Rachel was concerned
about this situation, and I was pretty sure she had taken note of
me "pulling out".  I pulled Mary over to my side and cupped her
soft bottom cheeks in one hand, while using the other to guide my
cock to Rachel's entrance.  

     "Oh, I forgot, I need lube."  

     Rachel might have been wet from the tongue lashing I gave her,
but the lube would make it far more comfortable for us both.  I
leaned back and opened a drawer from the bedstand and pulled out
some water-based lube and a couple of cloths.  I smeared some
around Rachel's opening, which caused her to whimper a little, and
greased myself up as well, and then went back to business.

     Holding onto Mary's behind with one hand, I again leaned down
to enter Rachel, but against her fears, I did not take her
virginity, rather I just repeated this morning's action, pressing
in the head as far as I could without doing damage.  Only this time
I did it rhythmically, and with a concentrated purpose.  It wasn't
completely like fucking, but I managed to bury enough cock into her
plump flesh to serve the purpose, especially as I was bottoming out
with real intense pressure against her hymen, causing Rachel to
twitch and moan in a most erotic fashion.

     I could stand about a minute of this and I was ready to
explode.  I pulled out and leaned back, my cock aimed out above
Rachel's stomach, and Mary was right there with her hand.  I didn't
need to give her any correction at all, what she was doing was
working fine, and within about ten pumps the first dribble came out
and landed below on Rachel's thigh.  Mary moved the aim a little to
the center, and two pumps later the first big spurt erupted with a
grunt from me, and shot all the way over Rachel's head, with only
the stream falling across her face and belly.

     "Lower," I said, and pumped myself into Mary's hand as she
depressed the aim.  Three pumps after the distraction and the next
big shot rocketed across Rachel to splat right up against her right
breast, with cum shooting up in the air and spotting her chest.  I
squeezed Mary's bum hard and shot again in time to her pumps, which
see seemed to be sensing just about right, nailing Rachel in the
chin, with dribbles all the way down to her pussy lips.

     I didn't need to say anything, Mary knew the next shot needed
to go a bit left, but the velocity surprised both of us, the spurt
landing mainly on the left side of Rachel's face.  The next one
didn't make it to the breast, dribbling across her tummy, and then
there were a few last little spurts that dropped onto Rachel's mons
and pussy.  I let Mary continue to pump long after I was done,
enjoying the feeling of her little fingers around my shaft, slick
with lube and cum.  Finally I patted Mary on the fanny and pulled
out of her grasp to survey the wreckage below.

     Rachel was lying back with her eyes squeezed shut, worried
about getting cum in them I suppose, or just not wanting to see. 
She was streaked and spotted with cum all the way from her forehead
to her legs, nice dots and spurts quivering on top of her jellybowl
of flesh.  We didn't get any on her left breast, and I thought we
should rectify that, so I pulled Mary on top of Rachel.

     "Rub your cunny around on her body, Mary, get it good and
soaked with cum, then squish it around on her breasts."

     I moved off to lay down by Rachel's side to watch this action,
while Mary did her best to drag her pussy through the pools and
streaks of cum on Rachel's belly.  I helpfully wiped up cum off
Rachel's face and neck and smeared it on her nipples, and them
helped Mary position herself straddling Rachel's chest while she
rubbed her messy pussy lips around on Mary's fat little cones.  It
was delightful.

     When I had enough, it occurred to me that Rachel should help
with the cleanup.

     "Mary, squat over Rachel's face."

     I help her move into place and positioned her with her pussy
lips brushing Rachel's mouth.

     "Rachel, Mary's pussy is a mess, why don't you lick it clean?"

     I was again helpful, reaching down to place Rachel's clitoris
between my thumb and finger, gradually applying pressure until it
was clear I was going to hurt her if she didn't comply.  She moaned
and whimpered, but her tongue escaped her lips and tentatively
reached out to contact Mary's soaked pussy.  I think she found
pretty quickly that it wasn't that bad, and soon she was doing a
pretty good job of licking.  But her tongue was coating up and the
cum was just sliding onto her lips, which she kept clamped shut.

     "Rachel, I think you misunderstood, you need to lick it clean
and swallow the cum, it doesn't do any good to mess up your face
instead of Mary's cunt."

     I gave her clitty another little squeeze to make my intentions
clear, and Rachel actually did a decent job afterwards.  Again, I
think she discovered that it didn't taste bad, and within a few
minutes there wasn't much left to lick up on Mary, she was just
wetting the pussy with saliva.

     To my amusement, Mary was not just a silent participant in
this drama.  Rachel's oral attentions to her pussy had apparently
heightened a feeling she had from mopping up my cum with her own
organ, and she was obviously a little turned on, in the little girl
way of not knowing what to do about it.  She was feeling "nasty" I
would guess.

     "I think that's good enough.  Mary, I think it's your turn,
clean off your friend here, with your tongue please."

     That snapped Mary out of whatever feeling she was
experiencing, and after hesitating just briefly over how to arrange
herself, she was licking Rachel's forehead.  Without being asked,
she started at the top, but she was going to have to visit the
bottom eventually.  I just lay back and enjoyed the show, rubbing
my partially erect cock against Rachel's baby soft skin, and
stroking Mary's behind or rubbing Rachel's tummy or pussy, whatever
I wanted.  

     It took a few minutes, but finally Mary reached the end of
Rachel's tummy and had to confront her pussy.  There was quite a
bit drained into the creases and folds, and she had to work pretty
hard to get it all.  She didn't need to be told I wanted every drop
licked up, she could guess that.

     Now it was Rachel's turn to get a little warm.  I could see
her lips part as Mary licked the inside of her pussy and her breath
settle into a soft huffing.   Eventually these girls were going to
get hot when we played, which would make for all kinds of new
games, like whoever cums first gets punished, that sort of thing. 
I began to get stiff again thinking about it.  It was time for some
more games.

     "That looks good enough Mary.  Stand up by the bed."

     Mary looked up and wiped her face with her hand, and quickly
slid off to stand up, a little shaky.  Rachel started to get up,
but I pushed her back down, leaving her lying on her back with her
legs still spread wide open.  I got up and sat on the edge of the
bed and pulled Mary to me, bottom first.  Her pussy was still moist
from Rachel's cleaning job, but I squirted some lube in my hand and
gave her lips and upper thighs a good going over, then added some
to my own cock, which was standing up quite nicely.

     "OK Mary, I want you squat down on my cock so it slides up
between your legs and rubs on your pookie.  I want you to squeeze
it good in there so it's rubbing through your lips, and then I want
you to go up and down on it, just like you were doing with your
hand, you follow?"

     She didn't respond, but apparently she did understand, as she
looked around trying to figure her position with respect to my lap,
moving her bottom around to impale my unit.  

     "Reach underneath your legs and locate my cock, then glide
down on it and close your legs, come on now, you can do it."

     She followed my instructions, opening up so I could see her
little anus between her cheeks, reaching back to find my erection,
then shifting herself back and down to sit in my lap, my cock
between her legs.  She moved forward a bit and closed her legs, and
after adjusting herself around a little, finally had the cock where
it belonged, plunging up between her cheeks, smashed into her pussy
lips, and poking out menacingly between her legs, the front slope
of the head against her little clitoris.

     Getting it in there was one thing, settling into an up and
down rhythm was something else, and I had to grab her cheeks and
help her out, giving her a little love tap that made her squeak
when I thought she wasn't trying hard enough.  But after a couple
of minutes she had it figured out, and was beating me off with her
legs and pussy.  I settled back on the bed to enjoy the sight of
her bottom bouncing up and down, and reached out to idly play with
Rachel, tweaking her pussy and massaging her fat little legs.

    There was of course a limit to this game, Mary was in an
awkward position, and was using her muscles in a way they were not
practiced to perform.  I added lube after a few minutes to keep her
greased up, but she only lasted about five minutes longer before
showing obvious signs of distress, breaking out of her rhythm, her
legs shaking.  I was not expecting to cum this way anyway,
especially after recently being drained in a big way, but I was not
going to let the tiny girl get away with anything other than a
maximum effort.  When she faltered again, I gave her a couple of
hard smacks across her bottom, as best I could with the leverage I
had.

     "Keep going, I didn't give you permission to stop!"

     The hits caused her to stop completely, as she cried out, but
she found new strength and continued pumping even faster, now
accompanied by clenched fists, strained breathing, tears and sobs. 
Yummy.  But she ran out of strength quickly, and a few more love
taps didn't do any good, as she collapsed in my lap, one of her
legs cramping.  I pulled her up on the bed and massaged the leg
while she cried.

     "That's OK, Mary, you did a good job.  Let's see how Rachel
can do."

     That caused Rachel to snap to attention and look up at me. 
She had been lying there on the bed pretty comfortably, maybe even
enjoying the attention I gave to her legs while Mary was working
away in my lap.  She had to struggle to pull herself up out of the
warm depression she had made in the covers and pillows.

     I watched with amusement as she stood up and moved around
towards me, trying to copy Mary's position, while I freshened the
lube on my cock.  Rachel's butt opened like a canyon as she
squatted down in front of me and reached her stubby little arms
between her legs, groping for my cock.  It was a wonderful sight,
all her plump flesh crumpled up, getting in the way as she jiggled
and bobbled around in front of me, poking my slick cock between her
thighs and working it back in to her crotch.  When she finally got
it more or less in place, I could feel the end poking into the
bottom fold of her tummy as she leaned over, which felt great.  I
pumped my hips a few times to give Rachel the idea, and then lay
back to enjoy the show.

     What Rachel didn't see was that I had reached into a drawer
and retrieved a little bamboo switch bound to a handle, like a
short riding crop without a leather tip.  It could deliver a
viscous blow if worked hard enough, but even a short little swat
hurt like hell, given the small surface area of the switch in
contact with the skin.  I was looking forward to placing some thin
stripes across Rachel's white back and bottom, and she didn't
disappoint me.

     Unlike Mary, Rachel never really did settle into a decent
stroke, she was too big and clumsy for that.  She got my cock in
place, heaved up and immediately lost containment, my cock popping
out and riding up between her butt cheeks.  She got a couple of
quick switch hits high up on one cheek, which caused her to rear up
in pain, her hands grabbing her bottom.

     "Get back down there and get to work!"

     She tried, oh how she tried, but it was just a continuing
series of two or three more or less successful thrusts and then
something would go wrong; she would lose her balance, or my cock
would slide forward down her thighs or pop out, and whack!  The
switch would land on her lower back or bottom, and she reared up
and cried, starting all over again to find my cock and try to get
back in position.  I was having a great time, alternating switching
Rachel, and playing with Mary's bottom as she curled up on the bed
next to me.

     But we couldn't keep it up, Rachel's had a network of red
lines on her now, and was in a pitiful state, unable to get
coordinated at all.  Besides, I was now raging to fuck something,
and this wasn't satisfying my cock, and would never do so.  

     "Alright, enough, we'll work on this later.  Lie back down on
the bed, and I'll put some cream on your bottom, it looks a little
warm."

     Rachel figured out I meant face down, and lay back down,
crying into a pillow, making a big white hill on the bed with the
top swell of her buttocks forming a pink crest.  I did take some
hand cream out of the bedstand drawer, but I also took out some gel
lube and a couple of cloths.  I wanted to get Mary involved to.

     "Mary, get up here and be a doll and rub this cream into
Rachel's bottom, will you?"

     Mary pulled herself up off the bed and took the cream from me,
her eyes wide as she surveyed the thin red lines crossing every
which way across Rachel's behind and back.  I straddled Rachel's
legs with my cock sticking out and spread some gel lube on it,
stroking it gently while Mary worked, using my free hand to rub
Mary's back and play with her hair.  I'd always wanted to have a
girl rub my cock with her hair, and I made a mental note to do so
as soon as possible.  Mary would work best for that, she was a lot
more capable.  Maybe I could cum in Rachel's hair.

     That was for later, I thought, it was time to do something
about my erection.  Rachel's bottom was my eventual target, but I
thought I would see what could be possible with Mary first.

     "That's enough, climb up here and lie down on Rachel's back."

     I grabbed Mary and moved her around until she was lying face
down over Rachel, her legs spread over Rachel's thighs, exposing
the back of her pussy and ass.  I really wanted to plunge into that
tiny little pussy hole, but I knew it would do a lot of damage to
the girl in her present state.  But her ass should be compliant
enough to enter.

     I put some gel lube on my finger and invaded her winkie ring
before she had time to react, a quick plunge up to the second joint
before she tensed up hard, her ass cheeks wrinkling.  I slapped
both of them hard, and dug the finger in deeper.

     "Relax, or it will hurt a lot more."

     It took a minute and a few more slaps on her pink cheeks, but
she relaxed enough to allow me to pump my finger in and out a bit,
getting her well lubricated.  I pulled it out and sniffed the
finger, and there was no objectional odor.  I figured she should be
clean, it hadn't been that long since her morning enema, in spite
all of the action that had transpired since.  I wiped it off on a
towel and lubed up my cock until it was nice and slick, and
throbbing hard.

     Mary's bottom was just at the right height, and all I had to
do was lean forward a bit to impale her, leaving my hands free to
grab her bottom cheeks and spread them even wider, exposing the
target in a very nasty display of flesh.  Mary tensed up again when
she felt my cock at the entrance, and in spite of some sharp words
and a few more spankings, she never really was able to relax,
making the experience very uncomfortable as I worked just a couple
of inches inside.  It was much too tight to fuck in and out.  Some
other time.  I pulled out and massaged her cheeks, giving her a
love tap to get her attention.

     "That's good enough Mary, why don't you kneel beside me here
and reach between my legs from behind, get my balls in your hand."

     I had to help her figure out what I wanted, and while she was
positioning herself, I squirted some gel lube in one hand and
quickly worked it into Rachel's bottom, parting the folds of her
big bottom cheeks.  Before she had a chance to react to the finger
invading her anus, I took aim and followed it quickly with my cock,
getting two or three inches inside before she tensed up and began
howling.   I picked up the switch and gave her a couple across her
upper back, while supporting myself with my other hand.

     "Settle down or I'll beat you to death!  Relax your bottom and
it won't hurt, or not very much.  If you tighten up like that
you'll be sore for days, silly girl.  Haven't you ever had anything
put up your bottom?"

     "No!" she sobbed back.

     I laughed.  Of course not, neither had Mary obviously, but it
amused me to ask.  

     "Well, why do think I made you take an enema this morning?"

     She had no answer to that.  Her struggles had allowed me to
get more of my cock inside, between the times when she was tensing
up.  I was now pressed into her butt cheeks as far as I could, a
few inches of penetration lost to the amount of fat cheek I had to
go through before I hit her butthole.  What was inside was locked
in a death grip now, the girl couldn't relax yet.  Even though the
hole was slick with lube, and I could have forcefully buggered her,
I held off and rubbed her back and bottom, as her cries becomes
sobs and then moans.  Mary had figured out what I wanted, and I
could feel her little fingers lifting my balls from behind.

     I didn't start off stroking in and out, I just kind of
quivered in place, giving Rachel's bottom little thrusts that
didn't move my cock more than a fraction of an inch, but felt
great.  I could have easily cum that way, but I wanted more.  The
pain sensation Rachel was feeling was helping to force her to
relax, because the more she tensed up her ass, the more it hurt. 
Gradually I increased the length of my strokes, having to stop a
few times when her winkie spasmed, and after getting some more lube
worked around my shaft, I began to be able to really take full
strokes.

     It was delicious, her bottom passage tight as a drum around my
cock, squeezing it wetly through the lube, Mary's hand brushing the
shaft and balls from behind.  I placed my hands on Rachel's
shoulders for leverage and began to work harder as she groaned in
protest, nice long full strokes, pulling the head almost out of the
anus ring and then plunging rhythmically back in.  I couldn't hold
back any longer and at the end of one plunge began to cum wildly,
almost painfully, deep in Rachel's backside.  It was so intense I
had to keep my cock still until it was over, and I collapsed over
Rachel's back, most of my cock still locked inside while I caught
my breath.   Whew, I thought.  Next time I was going to pull out
and let Mary finish me by hand, blow it all over Mary's face or
Rachel's back.  Inside like that was too extreme, too tight.  We
stayed like that for several minutes, the sound of my breathing
accompanied by Rachel's sobs, her body freshly assaulted from
several angles.

     I found myself drifting off, unable to keep my eyes open, so
I figured it would be a good time for a little power nap.  My cock
wouldn't be good for action for awhile anyway.  I didn't think it
was a good idea for my health to sleep with the girls unfettered,
as I might wake up with a kitchen knife at my throat.  I could lock
the girls in their room or chain them to the bed, but I remembered
how concerned the girls were about the restraint area, and decided
to have some fun.

     I pulled out of Rachel with a wet sucking sound, and cleaned
myself off with a cloth, leaving her all messy with lubricant. 
Both girls had been crying pretty steadily, and while Mary hadn't
been abused nearly as much as Rachel, they were both still a mess
of pink and red areas on their skin, their hair all fluffed up and
their eyes puffy from crying.  A pretty sad looking pair.  Their
fortunes weren't going to improve much over the next hour.

     Without saying anything to either of them, I got up out of
bed, grabbed Mary by the arm and pulled her with me across the
room, pinning her against the wall and pulling up her wrist into a
leather restraining loop chained to the wall, strapping it in.  Her
head was whipping around trying to see what was going on, while I
grabbed the other arm and strapped it in as well.  Then I bent down
and repeated the process with her ankles, racheting the tension out
of the chains until her legs were spread well apart under tension. 
Finally I cranked the mechanism holding the wrist restraints until
Mary was spread-eagled against the wall in a "x" shape.  

     I was still mostly stiff even after cumming in Rachel's
bottom, and this action brought me back to full attention briefly,
so I satisfied myself by indulging in a fantasy.  I like to dream
about tying up a girl like this, whipping her back and bottom and
then raping her while still in the restraints.  I love spanking and
caning videos, the school girl draped over a desk getting walloped,
her pussy lips sticking out between her legs.  But I'm always so
frustrated that no sex is involved.  It seems the most natural
thing to stick a cock in there post-beating, with the girl's bottom
all red or crossed with weals, and positioned just right.  But I've
never seen it done.

     Mary and I were still slick with gel lube, so I crouched
behind her, lined up and pressed the head of my cock against her
anus, slapping her again when she tensed up.

     "You already know what it feels like when you resist, trying
relaxing your bottom and it won't hurt at all."

     Well, that was a lie, but she did try a little, and I was able
to at least pump my cock in and out a few times to live the
fantasy.  It was obviously something I would try again.

     When I pulled out, leaving Mary sobbing in her restraints, I
looked around at Rachel with an evil look in my eye.  She had been
watching I knew, and when I looked she hid her face in the pillows. 
I laughed and strode over to the bed quickly, grabbing a plump arm
and pulling her out of bed while she squealed.  Getting her over to
the restraint wall involved a lot of pulling and slapping, herding
her pink flesh into position, but soon enough she was strapped to
the wall like Mary, lube and a little cum leaking down her legs. 
I gave her a few slaps on the bottom just for the fun of watching
her quiver, and then collapsed in bed, exhausted.  I was sleeping
in an instant.

     I meant to only take a half-hour nap, but I was too tired to
set an alarm.  By the time I found myself awake about two hours had
passed.  My hearing flooded back, and I looked over towards the
sound of the whimpering to see two very distressed young girls
crying and moaning, their arms and legs twitching.  I lay still for
a minute for the fog to clear, enjoying their movements.  Both the
girls had peed themselves, and as I watched a little dribble came
down from Mary and splattered on the floor, a priceless sight.  

     Finally I pulled myself up and walked over to the girls.  Both
their heads whipped around when they realized I was up.

     "Please?" whined Mary. "Let me down?"

     Rachel didn't have anything to say, but her face said it for
her, her eyes practically squeezed shut, her lips in a deep frown. 
Both the girls's faces were a mess from crying and their noses
running.  

     "In a minute," I replied.  "First let's get you cleaned up a
bit."

     I grabbed a nozzle and a flexible hose from a housing in the
wall, and let it squirt into a drain until the water warmed up. 
Not for their comfort, just to make it easier to wash off the lube,
now dried in sticky streaks all over their legs, mixed with pee. 
I hosed them down good, and washed their faces with a damp cloth,
putting them back in reasonable shape.  Finally I unstrapped Mary
and let her collapse on the floor while I attended to Rachel. 
Rachel wanted to fall down and join her companion as soon as I
released her wrist straps, but I wouldn't let her.

     "Stand up there, I've got a little work for you, we need to
start getting you into shape."

     I had to hold her for a minute before she could stand, but
gradually she was able to find her legs, and huddled against the
wall, her arms protecting her breasts while she whimpered.

     Mary was just out of it, a heap on the tile floor.  She needed
some quiet time, so I picked her up and put her in the bed, getting
her into a comfortable position so she could sleep, while I tended
to Rachel.  Mary was younger than Rachel, and delicate besides.  It
had been a long day, and it wasn't over yet. 

     Rachel probably wanted to join her, but she didn't even think
about asking.  She squealed a little when I grabbed her, but was
able to walk in front of me as I prodded and pushed her down the
corridor towards the exercise room.  I stopped in the kitchen and
grabbed a bottle of water for Rachel.  The door opened into the
dark closet, and I don't know what Rachel expected to find in
there, but she obviously wasn't happy about it.  But when the
second door opened into the open court, still lit brightly with
late afternoon sunlight, she relaxed a bit, looking up at the glass
ceiling, blinking her eyes.  

     I left her standing by the pool drinking some water while I
got the running machine set up.  I guessed at Rachel's weight, and
punched in a program that would run for five minutes at four miles
an hour, a slow jog for a fit person, but probably punishing for
Rachel.  When I turned around Rachel shuddered and hugged herself. 
She obviously knew what I was doing with the machine.

     "Well?  Get over here and get on board, I don't have all day."

     I had to slap her butt a couple of times, and show her how to
stand, where to grab with her hands and so forth, before cranking
up the speed.  At first she kept up by walking fast, but when the
indicator got past 3.5 she had to start running.  By the time it
was up to 4.0, she was a mass of juggling flesh, pounding on the
belt, and already gasping for breath.  Five minutes, heck, I didn't
know if she'd make one.

     I was wrong, as it turned out, she actually got to almost two
minutes before she stumbled and pulled the magnetic tab off the
machine with her wrist strap, bringing it to a halt.  

     "Bullshit," I yelled, spanking her ass and thighs hard.  "Get
up there and give me three more minutes."

     Rachel tried, I'll give her that, but before two minutes were
up she stumbled again, and this time fell to a heap on the belt
regardless of my punishment, sobbing and gasping for air.  There
was no way she could finish the time.

     "Alright, we'll try again tomorrow.  Can you swim?"

     "Huh?", she managed between sobs.

     "I said, can you swim?  You do understand english?"  I gave
her another slap on an exposed thigh.

     "Yes!" she cried, "A little."

     "Good, get up and get into the pool.  Grab onto the bar at the
far end and wait for me."

     I had fun pulling her up off the belt and getting her into the
pool, taking advantage of her naked body, pulling at her breasts
and pinching her marked-up bottom as she walked.  The pool was
about ten feet long and five wide, and had grab bars at one end. 
It worked pretty much like the running machine, except a circuit
sensed when you got too close to the other end of the pool,
shutting off the pumps before you got sucked against the exhaust
grills.  I got in the pool with Rachel and showed her where to grab
on, and then got out to watch.

     "OK, today we'll just exercise your legs for a bit, so just
keep grabbing the bar and kick against the current.  I'm going to
go get my switch in case I need to motivate you."

     I started the water and waited for a minute until Rachel was
settled in, kicking her legs as best she could.  I left her for the
moment and went back into the main room to retrieve my bamboo
switch and check on Mary.  I was a little concerned about her, and
woke her up to drink some water.  She seemed alright when I let her
fall back down to the bed, putting her arms around a pillow for
comfort, so I left her alone and went back to check on Rachel.

     The next half hour was a predictable series of Rachel taking
hits on her plump bottom cheeks when she quit kicking against the
water stream.  It wasn't very strenuous work, but she was in very
poor shape, no muscle tone at all.  The only reason I finally let
up was my concern for the state of her ass, I had been hitting it
all day, and it was beginning to bruise up.  Pink and red I liked,
but I didn't want to actually damage her.  So I stopped the water
and got in the pool to help her out, taking the opportunity to
enjoy the feel of her flesh buoyed by the water, hugging her, and
fondling her goodies.

     After drying her off, I deposited her on the bed with Mary and
let her go to sleep as well.  With both the girls out of action, I
took the opportunity to shower and hit the bathroom before starting
dinner.  Normally the girls would have the run of the place and
would fend for themselves, so I built a full kitchen into the
facility.  Once we settled into a routine I would supply fresh food
for them, but for now all I had was some frozen dinners, and I put
a tray of spaghetti and meatballs into the oven.  I thought about
how Rachel was going to have a tough time monitoring her food
intake, but I had ways to enforce her weight.

     When the food was ready I roused the girls, and we had another
quiet time at the dinner table.  I wasn't particularly interested
in what the girls had to say, and we didn't have anything in common
aside from their predicament to talk about anyway.  Nevertheless,
Mary seemed to have something to say.  She stopped eating long
before Rachel, and sat back in her chair drinking her milk giving
me the eye.

     "Something on your mind?" I asked her.  Rachel's eyes darted
around nervously, as if she was afraid something was going to
happen that would cause her bottom to get marked up again.

     "What are you going to do with us?", Mary asked.

     "What do you mean?"  I knew what she was thinking, but I let
her swing.

     "When you're done with us," she said.

     "And when do you think I'll be done with you?"

     Mary hesitated for a second, dropping her eyes.  "When we're
older, maybe?"

     I laughed.  "You're a smart girl, and you're right.  When you
get a few years older, or before if I find someone new, I'll
replace you with a younger girl."

     I left the thought unfinished, forcing Mary to bring it up. 
She squirmed in her chair, but was determined to forge ahead.  I
had to admire her courage.

     "What happens then?" she said, a little nervously, as if she
wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer.

     "I don't know, what do you think the smart thing to do would
be?"

     Rachel even stopped eating at this point, looking back and
forth between Mary and I.

     Mary shrugged.  "I don't know, kill us probably.  So you don't
get in trouble."

     "Hmmm, you're probably right."  I let the silence hang.  "But
I think instead I'll put some money in a bank account for you and
let you go in another city, set you up in a place to stay until you
can finish school."

     Both girls were staring at me when I looked up from taking a
bite of spaghetti.

     "What, you don't believe me?" I laughed.  "I'm not worried
about being identified on some TV program.  I live alone, hardly
anyone knows my face, you're both officially runaways, and even if
the cops believed your story, you don't even know what city you're
in.  It's not where you think, you took a plane ride under drugs
before you got here."

     The girls looked a little skeptical at that, even exchanging
glances.

     "It's true," I said, and I explained the details of how they
were transported, which seemed to give me some credibility.

     "It doesn't really matter whether you believe me or not, does
it?  You either do what I say or you get punished.  And right now
I want you to brush your teeth and clean up and meet me back in
bed."

     Rachel pushed herself away from the table a little
reluctantly, looking around as if there was something more to eat,
but both girls were soon seeing to themselves in their rooms while
I cleaned up the kitchen.  By the time I was out of the bathroom,
they were standing by the bed, shifting nervously on their feet.

     For awhile I just enjoyed myself kind of rolling around with
them, letting them take turns sucking me, rubbing my cock and hands
over various parts of their bodies, having them suck and rub each
other and so forth.  I made both girls get on their hands and knees
with their butts skyward and spent some time probing their vaginas
with a lubricated finger, not trying to breakthrough their hymens
yet, but probing around them and loosening up the tissues as best
I could.  When I was done, both their pussy holes were glowing
bright pink, and the girls were sobbing.  I loved it, the sound of
their crying made me hot.

     I was ready for one more cum, and I knew how I wanted it. 
Rachel's tits were just fat enough to reach around my shaft if you
stretched them, I already knew that.  The only position that seemed
to work was for me to sit on the edge of the bed, have Rachel kneel
down and grab her titties and smash them around my cock, beating it
off with her breasts.  Mary was the odd man out in the situation,
so I had her crouch down behind Rachel and help squeeze her breasts
together.  I did most of the work until I was ready to cum, and
then I laid back and let Mary finish, encouraging her to go faster
and squeeze harder until I squirted a few shots up onto Rachel's
neck.  I was really delightful, and I hoped Rachel wouldn't lose
too much from her breasts as she dropped some weight.

     Rachel managed to sob her way through the action, as it was
none too easy on her tender little breasts.  When we were done her
nipples were glowing pink and she had red marks where my fingers
had dug in.  I had her get up on the bed on her hands and knees
while I rubbed hand cream into her titties, taking delight in
milking them with hands slick from the cream.

     I played with the girls a little more on the bed, but I could
see Rachel was exhausted and could barely stay awake, so I finally
put her to bed, walking her back to her room and tucking her in. 
The poor girl was a mess of switch marks and sore spots, and I
decided to go easier on her the next day, give her a chance to
recover.  Not that I wasn't going to use her, but I wouldn't look
for opportunities to tan her hide.

     I wasn't quite ready for bed, so I pulled Mary onto the couch
and watched the Playboy channel for awhile with her draped over me
sixty-nine style, sucking and playing with my cock.  I rubbed her
soft bottom while I watched, wishing as always that Amateur Home
Videos would show goddamn cum shots, admiring the close-up details
of Mary's pussy during the silly interludes with the show's hosts.

     I was particularly fascinated by her mons, or vulva if you
will, a large white pad of fatty flesh starting with her full
vagina lips from below, and extending over to her stomach in a
smooth, white mound of skin.  I took great delight in licking and
kissing it, it was like another erogenous zone.

     To my surprise, this action was making me hot again, and I
felt like cumming for the fourth time that day.  It didn't feel
like Mary's oral attention was going to do it.  It felt great, but
I needed a little rougher stimulation, and decided to try something
else on the bed.

     Mary was nervous as I positioned her on hands and knees and
got out the lubricant again.  I suppose she thought I was going to
put it in her ass, but that was not my plan.  Instead I greased up
her upper thighs and pussy lips real good, and instructed her to
hold her legs together tightly, inserting my cock under her bottom
and between her legs, until the head poked through the other side,
peeking through her pussy lips, jammed up against her tiny
clitoris.

     At first I maintained a steady stroke, but as I worked trying
to cum I began to go faster and harder, gripping Mary around her
hips and slamming her bottom into me, making wet slapping sounds. 
A grown woman would have probably appreciated a forceful fuck like
that, but I'm sure to Mary it was a shock, being manhandled like
that by a man in the throes of seeking an orgasm.  I paid no
attention to her condition anyway, pistoning in and out like mad
until I finally found release, dribbling a little cum onto her
legs.

     When it was over I pulled Mary onto her side and cleaned us
off as best I could with a cloth.  I checked Mary to make sure she
was alright, giving her a little water to drink, and then chained
her ankle to the bed with a fine cable and ankle restraint, turned
out the light and hit the bed, pulling Mary into me bottom first
and wrapping my arms around her little body.  I was asleep in
minutes.  What a day.
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