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This is a story that I have posted on several other sites before, so i
thought i'd go ahead and post it on here. The main reason why i'm
posting it here is that i'm not that whenever i read a story from here,
I alwayes imagine that i'm in the story and that all of these things
are happening to me. But i'm not that great at writing stories, and
i'm looking for some help. I'm looking for someone to help me write a
story just like this one where i'm the sweet, innocent, young girl in
it. please email me if interested.
Missy
Synopis: A very religious virgin finds out that the internet is
not a safe place to chat. She starts chatting w/ what she thinks is a
\"friend\" online about her problems w/ her mom. What starts as
compassion ends up in bondage, whipping, forced lesbian sexas Missy\'s
virginity is taken away by this evil women. Later joined by her teenage
daughter, they both take away what young Missy was saving herself for
her future husband.
Edna's Basement
Chapter 1. Missy Revealed
Missy looked out the window and watched as her Mom got into
Bob's truck.
He was kind of gross - when she'd let him earlier it was pretty clear
that
he hadn't shaved that day and his fingernails were dirty and he smelled
like
he'd been drinking beer. Her mom hadn't seemed to notice any of this -
not
that she ever did these days - and had told Missy not to wait up when
she
was walking out the door.
It was not like she would - it was Friday night and her Mom
didn't work
on weekends, so she usually didn't come home until late on Sunday - if
she came home at all. The idea that she would go to church never
entered her head. And she made fun of Missy every time Missy would ask
her to come to church or Sunday school.
Missy had started going to church not long after they had moved to
Hillsboro. Mom and Dad had divorced, and Mom decided they should move
back closer to her sister. But Aunt Jane and her family had moved away
only a few months after they got there, and Missy was pretty shy, so
she hadn't made many friends at school. When a flyer came one day
from the church that was a couple of blocks away, Missy asked her
mother if she could go. Mom had, reluctantly, said yes. That was five
years ago. Now Missy was a leader in the youth group, helped with the
4-year old Sunday school class, and had been the first in the church to
sign the "pure until marriage" pledge.
Once Bob's car had turned the corner and driven out of site, Missy sat
down at her desk. She was feeling particularly lonely and upset that
night. She'd
gotten the letter that day saying that Wesley Christian College had
turned her down. She'd tried to have a good Christian attitude about
it - after all, the letter had said that it was particularly
difficult to turn down as many students as they had, and it encouraged
her to apply again in a year, if she could get her grades up a little.
Well, there was always Alamance community college. As long as she lived
at home she could avoid the temptations that living in a dorm would
have provided. (Missy had heard terrible stories about life in public
college dormitories - boys on the floor at all hours, all night
parties with lots of drinking, and roommates who fornicated right in
front of you.) She picked up her Bible and idly opened it up. There was
always inspiration there.
The pages had opened to Solomon - the Song of Songs. As Missy read
she was vaguely uncomfortable. She knew from church and from Sunday
school that this was the about the love of Christ for his church, but
it was very tempting. The fourth chapter, where the woman is described
as having breasts like two young roes that are twins made her stir
uneasily. The fifth chapter, when the man is describe as having legs
like pillars of marble, and mouth most sweet, made her squirm. She
wasn't supposed to have feelings like this. How could the Bible be
leading her to impure thoughts? And the seventh and eight chapters,
well...
Missy abruptly put her Bible down. This was just not right. Maybe Edna
could give her some advice. Edna, the woman in the chatroom who had
become more of a mother to Missy over the last several months than her
own mother, would know the answer to her disappointment about college,
and these strange feelings she was getting.
Missy turned on her computer and went to the chatroom she usually did -
one where girls her age could talk, and there were older women who kind
of
gave advice - I kind of wish Edna were my real Mom, Missy thought to
herself.
She'd met Edna in that room, and over the months had kind of
gotten to
know her well. Edna seemed to always know what to say. And it turned
out she
lived only a few miles away in the next town. Missy hadn't told Edna
where she lived yet,
but tonight she just might - she really needed someone to talk to - and
not just typing on the computer.
Edna came on a few minutes after Missy did, and Missy asked her
to go to a private chatroom. They did, and in a few minutes Missy was
pouring out her heart to her friend.
missy_beauty1985: It's just so unfair. I really wanted to go to
Wesley Christian, and I've got the money and everything, and now
I'll have to go to community college and live at home with Mom and
her drinking and her boyfriends and it's just not fair!"
edna0u812: Can it really be that bad? I mean, can't you try really
hard, and get good grades, and then transfer to Wesley Christian next
year?
missy_beauty1985: But I want to go now - and Mom is just too much and
I just need to cry about it and have somebody understand. It's
terrible hear - Mom makes fun of me, and she drinks and swears and
goes out with all kinds of men - and they stay here some time and I
can hear them fornicating late at night and it's just awful! I
can't take it! I want to get out of here so much, but now I can't,
and I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm so upset!
edna0u812: Too bad we're not together. I'd let you cry on my
shoulder. And then I'd give you something nice to drink, and rub your
back so you could relax, and we'd figure out what to do next.
missy_beauty1985: Oh Edna, you say all the right things. I wish you
were my mom!!!
edna0u812: Oohh me too sweetheart!!!
Missy read this last post and her breath caught in her throat.
Did she dare tell Edna that they lived just a few miles apart? Did she
dare meet her in person? She felt so bad, and she could ride her bike
over there in only an hour or so, and Edna could hold her while she
cried, and then make everything all better. She took a deep breath and
though about it for a minute. "Why not," Missy thought to herself.
"Edna is nice, and her daughter will probably be there so it will be
safe." She typed in the question she hoped might make things better,
at least for the weekend.
missy_beauty1985: Edna, I live here in Hillsboro. Just a few
miles away. Can I come see you? Will you really hold me and let me cry
on your shoulder? My mom would never let me do that, and now that I'm
older she just laughs at me when I go to church or get emotional or
even just read my Bible. I really need you, now, in person.
Edna read this and was thrilled. Her patience was about to pay
off. She could have lots of fun with this sweet, innocent little girl.
Both of them could, if Missy was really the kind of girl Edna thought
she was.
edna0u812: Well, ok Missy. It's a little quick, but I'm home
tonight and I can tell you're hurting a lot. I live at 123 Apple
Street. It's just a few blocks from First Baptist Church of
Silverton. Do you know where that is?
missy_beauty1985: Oh, thank you, thank you. I do know where you're
talking about. Our church youth group met with theirs just a few weeks
ago. I remember seeing Apple Street from the bus and thinking what a
nice name it was for the street.
edna0u812: Will it take you long to get here?
missy_beauty1985: Maybe an hour. I'll get on my bike right away and
be there as soon as I can.
edna0u812: Good. I'll get ready for you.
missy_beauty1985: Oh thank you. I'll leave right now. Bye!
edna0u812: Bye!
Missy looked down at herself and decided to change quickly
before she left. She quickly stripped off her t-shirt and jeans, and
pulled off the old, comfortable bra and pink cotton bikini panties she
had been wearing. She looked at herself in the full length mirror that
hung on the back of her closet door. A pretty, 19-year-old woman looked
back at her. She was just a smidge under 5'6" with a voluptuous
figure that had attracted boys all her life, but usually for all the
wrong reasons. Her skin was a beautiful dark golden tan and her shiny
brown hair, parted in the middle and falling just below her shoulders,
framed her cute face. Missy knew that it could easily become sinful,
but she always made a point of carefully shaping her eyebrows, which
otherwise tended to be embarrassingly full. Her deep blue eyes twinkled
at the thought of actually meeting Edna that night. She glanced quickly
at her cute nose, small chin and a pretty mouth with even white teeth.
She saw that her lipstick, red but not sluttish, would probably need to
be touched up before she left.
Missy continued to examine herself, wondering if Edna would like
the way she looked. Her breasts were large, round, and full, capped
with dark brown nipples. Too many boys had tried to paw them, she
thought to herself, with a little shudder. Her arms and legs were
nicely shaped, and she had carefully trimmed her finger and toenails
and polished them with red nail polish that matched her lipstick.
Finally, she glanced at her private place. Her pubic hair, a shade
lighter than the hair on her head, was full and lush, but carefully
trimmed so that it would not show when she wore a bathing suit.
Standing with her legs together, she saw no hint of her genitals.
Realizing that she was going to be late getting to Edna's, she shook
herself out of her little reverie.
A quick trip to the bathroom, and then Missy put on the new white
panties and bra she had bought just a few days ago. Even though she was
going to ride her bike, she decided to wear a modest khaki skirt that
came down to her knees and a nice blue linen blouse. Fifteen minutes
after signing off the computer she was pedaling her way down the block,
headed for the road to Silverton.
It took every minute of the hour Missy had said it would, so
when she pedaled up to the neat white colonial house on Apple Street
she was really fifteen minutes or so later than she had told Edna. She
hoped the older woman wouldn't be upset. Missy got off her bike and
propped it by the side of the house, then walked up to the front door
and rang the bell.
A tall, slim woman about 45 years old with wavy red hair that
swept down to her shoulders answered the door. She was wearing a bright
green blouse and loose, silky-looking slacks. The woman looked at Missy
and asked "Missy?"
Missy nodded. The tall woman looked a little angry.
"I'm Edna. You're late," Edna said, a little sharply.
"I was worried about you. We'll have to work on that."
Tears welled up into Missy's eyes. Here was this woman who had
been so nice to her on the computer, and the first time she met her
she'd disappointed her.
"I'm sorry," Missy said, choking back her tears. "It was
a little longer than I thought, and I changed so I would look nice for
you and..." The tears welled over and dripped down her face.
Edna saw the Missy's tears in and her expression softened a
little. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to make you cry. I know you feel
bad enough. I just wanted to make sure you were on the right road to
getting into Wesley Christian. Being on time is very important. It
indicates that you appreciate discipline. But we can get to that
later."
Missy was a little confused about appreciating discipline.
Usually she wasn't late, and she did know she'd have to work hard
at Alamance if she were going to get into Wesley Christian eventually.
"Let's go sit down," Edna said, leading Missy into the
living room.
The living room was elegantly decorated in shades of soft blue.
Edna guided Missy to the couch, sat down next to her, and offered her a
glass of wine from the tray she had placed on the coffee table earlier.
"Umm, Edna, I don't drink," Missy said, nervously.
"This is just wine, dear," Edna said, pressing the glass on
the reluctant girl. "It will help you relax. Just sip a little.
You'll like it."
"But Reverend Handlemann says it's evil."
"If it were evil, would Jesus have turned water to wine?"
"But his mother made him do that!"
"Dear, just try a little. It's a new experience. I promise
it won't hurt you."
"Well, ok, just a little." Missy was nervous, but really
didn't want to upset Edna any more. And it was just wine. She'd
only drink a little, she decided, sipping the cool, crisp liquid. She
was surprised how much she liked it.
Holding Missy's hand in hers, Edna questioned Missy about how
she felt, and what her plans were, and just listened a lot. Missy
poured out all her feelings and frustrations and fears and started
crying when she got to the part about getting the letter turning her
down that afternoon. She admitted that her grades - B's and C's
- were probably pretty borderline for Wesley Christian, but since she
had good extracurriculars and recommendations she'd hoped that would
make the difference. It hadn't, of course. Edna held the young woman
as she cried and murmured sympathetic words to her as Missy told her
story. And she made sure Missy's glass was never empty.
An hour or so later Edna looked at Missy. She saw an innocent
girl with a tear-stained face who needed to do some growing up. And she
had a pretty good idea about how she was going to help her grow up.
"Missy," Edna asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," Missy admitted. "I don't. I don't really like
boys that much. See, I developed kind of early, and all the boys have
ever wanted to do was paw my breasts. I got real tired of fighting them
off, and I haven't gone out with any in a long time."
"I understand," said Edna. "High school boys are curious,
and pretty immature." She changed the subject.
"You look a little hot and uncomfortable, dear. I'm sure
your bike ride on this warm night made you perspire a little. I think
you should take a shower. When you're finished I'll give you that
back rub I promised."
"Oh, Edna, I don't know. I wouldn't want to impose on you
like that," Missy replied. If I could just use your bathroom I'll
clean up a little and that will be fine."
"No, Missy, I insist," Edna said firmly. She dropped her
voice. "Frankly, dear, you smell a little from your bike ride, and
from crying. You must take a shower and get all nice and fresh."
Missy realized from Edna's tone of voice that she didn't
have a choice. "Yes, Edna," she said.
"Good. Now come with me downstairs. We have a very nice guest
room down there and you can get all cleaned up."
When Missy stood up she felt her head swim a little. She looked
down at the table, and realized that most of the wine was gone. She
hadn't realized they had drunk so much.
Edna noticed Missy wobble a little, and smiled to herself. As she led
Missy down the stairs she thought about what she would be doing soon
with this girl, and felt a little thrill run through her loins. Her
plan was going well.
Edna opened the second door on the left in the basement hallway. It
opened into large bathroom with a whirlpool tub and a large, walk-in
shower with multiple showerheads. Missy had never seen anything so
elaborate.
"It is a bit much, isn't it?" Edna said to her. "My
ex-husband had it built when we bought the house. He had a gym down
here and wanted to be able to relax and get clean after he
exercised."
"It's very nice," Missy said, looking around. She was a
little startled when she realized there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror
mounted opposite the whirlpool and next to the vanity. Missy noticed a
wooden door in one wall, and realized there was also a sauna here.
"Well dear, take off your clothes and hop in the shower."
Edna spoke in a kindly, but firm tone. "I'll pop them in the washer
so they'll be nice and clean for you. You can wear one of the robes
over there while they're in the wash."
Missy waited for a moment, hoping Edna would leave the room. She
really didn't like undressing in front of others, and had always been
in agony during gym class in high school when she had to shower with
all the other girls. Even they had stared at her, since middle school,
when her breasts developed earlier than those of the other girls, and
had grown larger and larger over the years until they reached their 36
D size.
"Hurry up," Edna said, a little sharply. "We're both
woman, there's nothing to be shy about."
Missy stepped out of her shoes, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and
slipped it off her shoulders while Edna watched. "I really hate
this," she thought to herself. "But I am kind of sweaty, and she
was so nice." She unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it, handing
it to Edna.
"What nice underwear," Edna said. "It's so nice to see a
girl who wears modest underwear. None of this thong nonsense or bright
colors. Just nice, simple white underthings. How tasteful."
Missy thought this was a very odd comment. It was just
underwear. And she liked her different colored panties. She just
happened to be wearing white things tonight. Usually her panties were
pink or pale blue. She even had some with flowers on them that she
really liked. But Edna was right about thongs. Who wanted that string
going up there?
"Come dear, you can't shower in that nice underwear."
Missy, reluctantly, reached behind herself and unfastened her
bra. Taking a deep breath, she pulled it down her arms and off, and
handed it to Edna. After another deep breath she pushed her panties
down over her hips and stepped, a little awkwardly, out of them.
Edna suppressed her reaction as she looked at Missy standing
naked in front of her. This girl was more than she ever could have
imagined. Her full round breasts, capped with large dark brown areolas
with small, pointed nipples, and the barely shorn, thick patch of
pubic hair made Edna ache. She felt her own nipples growing hard, and
hoped Missy would not notice. Missy was voluptuous, but not fat. She
had the curves of woman, but the innocence of a child. It would be a
very fruitful evening, and perhaps weekend.
Edna came back to her senses quickly. "The controls of the
shower are there," she said, pointing. "Just use the top one, it
controls the shower head there - the one that comes off so you can
point it where you need to. I'll go put your clothes in to wash."
Looking at Misty standing in front of her one more time she suppressed
another shudder, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind
her.
Missy had noticed Edna gazing at her for a little too long, but
tried to excuse it by thinking that maybe Edna was distracted by
something else and didn't realize she was staring.
She turned on the shower, waited for it to get warm, and then
stepped under the flow of water. The shower stall was big - easily
big enough for several people, and tiled with small, green tiles. She
picked up a bath puff, squirted a little shower gel that she found on a
shelf next to her on it, and began to wash herself.
Edna quickly walked down the hall and into the laundry room. She
put Missy's clothes in the wash, dumped a little detergent on them,
and started the washer. When everything was going, she slumped back
against the washer and pushed a hand into her slacks. She just
couldn't wait any longer.
"Oh, wow," Edna thought to herself as she cupped her vulva
and began to rub it in small circles. "She's so exciting. She's
so innocent. I'm sure she's never, ever been touched. I bet she
hasn't even touched herself, at least not much." She rubbed a
little harder, and felt herself begin to lubricate. "Stop!" she
told herself. "Not yet." Edna slipped her hand back out of her
slacks and adjusted her clothes. She didn't want to lose her edge too
early. She walked down the hall and into the room she had prepared
while she was waiting for Missy to arrive.
The room had previously been the gym that she had mentioned to
Missy. But while Edna still worked out in the room, it was in a very
different manner than her husband had.
A large, four-poster bed dominated the room. It was pushed
against one wall and had small night tables on either side of it.
Unlike the books, magazines and lamps such tables typically held, the
drawers of these contained an assortment of paddles, whips, dildos,
vibrators and other sex toys. Near the foot of the bed was a table
that looked like a massage table, but which actually could be adjusted
in a number of ways to facilitate sexual acts. Along a third wall there
were hooks and eyes, and a small cabinet there held a variety of ropes
and other restraining devices. It also contained the door to the
bathroom where Missy was. A large mirror filled the opposite wall. Edna
walked around the room, lighting candles and adjusting the dimmer so
that the room was bathed in a soft, but not overpowering, light.
Edna heard the shower stop, waited a minute, and then gently
knocked on the door to the bathroom.
"Are you finished dear?" she called.
"Yes, Edna. I'm just drying off."
"Good," Edna said, opening the door and walking into the
room. Missy gasped a little and held her towel in front of her.
"Now dear," Edna said. "Don't be modest. We're both
women, we know what a woman looks like. Here, if you must, put this
robe on."
Missy took the robe from Edna's outstretched hand and slipped
into it. It was made of heavy, thick terrycloth and felt wonderfully
warm and soft.
"Now Missy," Edna said. "It's time for me to rub your
back. I sense you are still very tense and I want you to relax and get
comfortable. Things aren't as bad as they seem."
"Yes, Edna," Missy replied. She was still nervous. She
didn't think things would go this way. Edna had been sympathetic, but
she seemed to want things done very specifically, and she looked
flushed.
"Before I was married I trained to be and worked as a
masseuse. I'm going to give you a very special massage. But you have
to trust me and do exactly as I say for it to work. Will you do that
for me?"
This request made Missy even more nervous. She wanted her
clothes back and she wanted to leave. But Edna had taken her clothes.
And a backrub would be nice. She decided once more to trust Edna, even
if it seemed a little scary.
"All right, Edna. I'll do as you say," Missy said.
"Good. First, put this blindfold on. I want you to be very
aware of yourself and what you are feeling, and if you're eyes are
shut then you're other senses will be heightened."
Missy looked at her doubtfully, but did as she was told. She
slipped the sleep mask over her face. The satin fabric was not
uncomfortable, but not being able to see was.
"Take my arm, here," Edna said, pushing her elbow into
Missy's hand. "Follow me into the next room."
Missy walked, gingerly, behind Edna into the next room. It
smelled of jasmine from the candles.
"I smell flowers," she said.
"Those are the candles that are burning. Now, take off your
robe and lie face down on this table, here."
"Edna, no! I mean, I'd like my back rubbed and I'm sure
you're very good at it, but it's wrong to be naked."
"Nonsense, child. You come into this world naked. Your body is
nothing to be ashamed of. I am a professional, and you can't be
properly massaged through cloth. We are both women. There is nothing
improper about it. Now lie down!"
Missy was startled by this last command. This just wasn't at
all what she expected. Why was Edna being so mean?
"Just lie down Missy," Edna said, more gently. "I'm
sorry I startled you. You will like this, I promise. All of my clients
were massaged in the nude. It's how it's done. Don't be worried.
Just lie down here on this table."
Missy sighed. This seemed so wrong - she shouldn't be naked
like this. But Edna said she was a professional. Then something
occurred to her.
"What if your daughter comes in?" she asked. "What if she
walks in on us? You're a professional, but I wouldn't want her to
see, to..."
"Ann Marie is out for the evening," Edna replied. "And she
knows not to come into this room when the door is closed. I give some
of my other friends massages, and they would be just as embarrassed if
she came in. It's a rule we've agreed on."
"Well, all right, I guess," said Missy. She undid the belt
on the robe, slipped it off, felt for the table, and then climbed up on
it."
"Lie on your face dear. Put your face here, in this cradle."
Missy did as she was told, putting her face in an oval cradle
that let her breath easily but supported her head. She had put her arms
by her sides, but heard Edna adjusting something on the table.
"Here," Edna said. "Put your arms on these extensions. It
will be more comfortable."
Missy did as she was told, stretching her arms along the
supports and above her head. As she did, she felt a belt being fastened
over her waist. She squirmed a little.
"Edna," she asked, "What are you doing?"
"Now dear, this is a little unusual, but very important. I'm
going to fasten your arms and legs and middle to the table. My massages
sometimes touch nerves that make you react strongly. I don't want you
to fall off the table, so these restraints hold you firmly. Just
relax." Edna's voice was firm and soothing, but she had fastened a
belt around Missy's waist first and Missy found that not only was it
holding her down to the table, but also that she couldn't reach the
buckle to undo herself.
"No," Missy said. "I don't want to be restrained. Let me
up, this isn't right."
"Missy, stop struggling," Edna said. She continued to work
her way around the table fastening the cuffs around Missy's ankles
and wrists. Missy struggled, but Edna was stronger than she looked, and
soon had the young girl restrained.
"Please Edna," Missy said, "Let me up. I don't like
this."
"Now Missy, I haven't even started. Just relax."
Missy couldn't see, but after Edna had finished buckling the
restrains she had stripped out of her blouse and slacks. She was
wearing black hose held up by a garters attached to her bustier, which
supported but did not cover her breasts. She had decided to leave off
the panties that came with the set. The outfit was a bit more than she
usually wore for a first meeting with a new initiate, but she knew it
would add to the intimidation factor when she took Missy's blindfold
off. She picked up a bottle of florally-scented massage oil and poured
a small pool into her palms.
"Edna, please, stop. Let me up." A tone of begging entered
Missy's voice. This wasn't right. She squirmed, but could not
escape her bonds.
"Missy, behave yourself. I'm going to start now. I'm using
an oil I think you will like very much. I'm going to start on your
legs and then move up."
Edna grasped Missy's left calf between her hands and spread
the oil up her leg. While she was a professionally-trained masseuse,
she didn't intend to spend a lot of time massaging the woman spread
out in front of her.
"You are very lovely, my dear," Edna said, gently running
her hands up and down Missy's leg, gently kneading the firm flesh.
"Isn't this nice?" She switched to the other leg and repeated her
actions.
"Well, yes, it is nice," Missy said. Edna's hands were
firm and they did feel nice moving up and down her legs, kneading her
calves and thighs. She felt Edna's hands move close to her buttocks,
and worried if Edna was going to touch her there.
Edna stared down at Missy's lovely, round buttocks. She wanted
to touch them, to run her hands over them, and then to penetrate the
little pink anus winking at her as she moved her hands up and down the
girl's legs, but she knew it was too soon. Missy hadn't relaxed
enough yet.
"Now I'm going to do your back," Edna announced. She moved
up higher on the girl's body, pushed the straight brown hair up over
a shoulder and began to massage Missy's shoulders and neck. She felt
the girl relax under her ministrations.
"That does feel nice," Missy said, relaxing a bit.
"Good," said Edna.
Edna continued to massage Missy, moving up and down her back,
drawing the tension out of her body. When she heard Missy sigh with
pleasure, and felt the tension release out of her body, it was time.
She poured a little more oil into her hands, and moved to Missy's
buttocks.
"Oh Edna, no!" Missy cried, feeling the firm hands of the
older woman begin to squeeze and rub her buttocks. This was definitely
wrong.
"Stop it, girl," Edna said, squeezing the warm, soft flesh
harder. "These are some of the biggest muscles in your body. I must
work them hard."
"No, Edna, no. It's wrong. You shouldn't be touching me
there," Missy moaned.
Smack! Edna slapped Missy hard, across both buttocks, leaving a
rosy hand print on their soft, white surface.
"Edna, no! That hurt! Stop right now! Let me up!"
Smack! Edna hit her again, this time on the right buttock,
making it nicely pink.
"Please Edna," Missy cried, tears in her voice. "Stop,
stop now."
Smack! This time it was the left buttock.
"Oh Edna, stop, please stop. That hurts so much, please
stop." Missy was sobbing now.
"I know it hurts, but it makes the blood circulate better,"
Edna told Missy. "You must have good circulation. It is very
important." She was rubbing Missy's buttocks gently now, soothing
them after the blows. She let her hands drift down to the top of to the
crevice between Missy's thighs and buttocks.
"Circulation is very important. It is vital for your health.
Especially here."
Edna slipped her hand between Missy's legs and pushed it
between her body and the table, cupping her vulva. It was warm and dry.
Edna slipped her hand back out, making sure to stroke between Missy's
labia, over her perineum and up over her anus.
"Oh Edna, it's not right to touch me there! Don't Edna,
don't!"
Missy was struggling, trying to break free from the restraints.
It did no good - they were strong and stout.
"Now Missy," Edna said, "You must learn a few things.
You'll never succeed in college or life if you are ignorant. I'm
going to teach you about your body - about things you don't know
about. About which you must know. You must learn how to obey, you must
learn about pain, and you must learn about pleasure. And I'm going to
teach you."
"Edna, no, no, no," Missy cried. "Let me go, let me go."
"No Missy, I will not let you go. You asked me to comfort you
and to help you prepare for the rest of your life. Your mother would
not teach you, so I must. You must learn that through discipline comes
pleasure. You must learn that pain must be endured. If I choose, you
will learn how to move from pain to pleasure. Do you know what an
orgasm is?"
"Let me go, let me go, let me go," was Missy's only
response.
Smack! "You will answer me, and politely!" Edna demanded.
"Every time you don't, you will be punished. That is the last spank
you will get with my hand. Next time it will be with a crop. Now, I am
asking you again, do you know what an orgasm is?"
Missy was scared and confused. Her backside hurt - Edna hit
hard. And then she had touched her privates. And now she was asking
about orgasms.
"Sort of," she gasped. "It's sexual pleasure. It's
bad."
"Owww!" Missy cried. Edna had hit her across the thighs with
the threatened crop and it stung.
"Wrong! Orgasms are good! They are sexual pleasure - but
they are good. They occur at the peak moment of pleasure, when you
burst open into ecstasy."
"But you loose control. They told us in purity class. It's
animal. Good people don't have orgasms."
"Nonsense" said Edna. "Orgasms are good and good people
have them regularly. You will learn."
"No, no, no. You're wrong, you're wrong. Let me go, please
Edna, let me go."
Swish. The crop moved through the air and smacked across
Missy's thighs again.
"Ouch! Ouch! Don't do that Edna."
Edna struck again, over the buttocks this time. The girl would
learn.
"Oww!"
"Missy, you will learn. Now, I'm going to turn you over. You
are not going to resist. Then I'm going to massage your front, and
you will learn a little about pleasure. If you resist, you will be
whipped. Do you understand?"
"Yes Edna, I understand." Missy had no intention of not
struggling. If Edna let her up, she would run away as fast as she
could. Even if she was naked, she had to get away. Someone would help
her.
She felt Edna at her right wrist. Edna grabbed her hard, holding
her wrist tightly, and unbuckled the restraint. She pulled Missy's
arm over her head and toward the platform where her left arm was tied
down.
Missy struggled with all her might. It did no good. Edna was
much stronger. Missy felt her wrist being fastened into a second
restraint. When it was tightly bound, Edna undid Missy's left wrist
and pulled it over to the other side of the table and fastened it down.
Now Missy was twisted on the table, the upper part of her torso facing
the ceiling, the lower part of her body twisted and pulling against its
restraints.
"I told you what would happen if you struggled," Edna said.
"This is going to hurt. She picked up the riding crop she had been
switching Missy with and slapped it down against Missy's now-exposed
breasts. It left bright red marks just above Missy's nipples.
When the riding crop struck her Missy screamed. Nothing had ever
hurt so much as that.
"No one can hear you, dear. The room has been soundproofed.
Now do as I say and don't struggle."
Missy sobbed from the pain. It hurt so much. Edna quickly undid
and refastened Missy's restraints, and now she was spread-eagled and
facing the ceiling. She was still blindfolded, and couldn't see what
Edna was doing.
"First, I'm going to massage you again," Edna said. "I
like the smell of this oil. I'm going to rub it all over you."
Edna caressed Missy thoroughly, spreading the fragrant oil over
her from feet to brow. On the first pass she skipped over Missy's
large breasts and pubis. Missy wept quietly the whole time. How could
this be happening to her?
"Now dear, here comes some of the pleasure. I'm going to
massage your beautiful breasts."
Edna poured oil over Missy's breasts. Despite their size, and
Missy's position, they slumped outwards only a little. Her hands
rubbed and circled, stimulating Missy in a way that had never happened
before.
"Isn't that nice?" Edna purred. "Don't you like me
touching your breasts? They're so big and firm and beautiful. You
skin is so darkly tanned and soft. I like touching them very much.
Doesn't it feel nice?"
Missy didn't know what to say. This was terribly wrong. Edna
should not be touching her this way. It wasn't supposed to be this
way. And the worse thing is that Edna was right. Her hands felt
wonderful. The slipped and slid and kneaded and it was as nice as
anything Missy had ever felt. But it was wrong, so wrong. Good girls
weren't supposed to like this.
"Edna, stop, please. It's wrong."
"No dear, it's very right. Now I'm going to do your
nipples. They're so nice and dark brown. Very womanly. This is going
to feel very nice."
Edna began to gently pinch and pull at Missy's nipples,
worrying them into erection. They stood up, pointed, hard, and firm.
Edna continued to stimulate them.
"Oh, they're getting nice and hard and standing up. I like
it when mine stand up like this. Don't you? I like your nipples.
They're so dark and pointy."
Amazing sensations were running through Missy's nipples and
breasts and she even thought she was starting to feel something in her
crotch. This was so wrong, but it felt so good. "Oh, I'm so
evil," Missy thought to herself. "Edna is right, this is really
nice." She moaned with pleasure.
The moan was what Edna was waiting for. She grabbed her riding
crop and smacked Missy's breasts hard, once on each nipple. Missy
howled.
"Owwwowoowowowow.!!! Why did you do that? That hurts so
much." Missy was crying again.
"You're a bad little girl, aren't you? You're not
supposed to like me doing that. Isn't that what you've been
taught?"
"Yes, but it felt good and it is wrong but it was nice and now
it hurts so much."
"Every time you moan like that you will feel pain," Edna
said. "Eventually, you will learn that pleasure and pain go well
together. When you get to the point that both pleasant and harsh
stimulation will make you orgasm, then you will be ready."
"Edna, what do you mean? Pleasure and pain are the same? I
don't understand?"
"You will dear, you will."
Chapter 2: Edna Takes Her Pleasure
Edna stepped back from the table and looked at the young woman
spread-eagled in front of her. She was sobbing gently, and her breasts
showed the red marks from where the crop had struck her. Such big,
beautiful breasts. It was all Edna could do to stop herself from
kissing and licking and biting them, tasting Missy's virginal flesh.
But all in good time.
"Missy," Edna said, "Now we are going to explore a bit
more. Do you masturbate?"
"Oh no, Edna, never. It's sinful to touch yourself there."
Crack! Edna brought the crop down on Missy's right thigh,
leaving a harsh red mark on the darkly tanned skin. "Don't lie to
me! Do you masturbate?"
"No, Edna, no. I don't masturbate, not any more, not after
taking the purity pledge. When I was younger and didn't know I did,
but now I don't, never."
Crack! Edna struck the other thigh. "Foolish child! Purity
pledges. What nonsense! You're body is capable of many things, of
experiencing much pleasure. Children should be encouraged to
masturbate, to discover themselves and their reactions. I suppose they
told you that such feelings were evil, were impure, and that you should
resist them."
"Yes Edna, they did. Your body is sacred, and it should be
treated as such. You shouldn't give in to your animalistic urges.
It's evil."
Edna took careful aim and struck Missy's labia firmly, but not
cruelly, with the tab at the end of the crop.
"Oh!" Missy squealed. It hadn't really hurt when Edna hit
her there, but it wasn't pleasant. She really shouldn't be doing
this. It was wrong and evil.
"Please Edna, please don't touch me there. It's wrong."
"Missy, that is absolutely wrong. If you want to be pure you
must masturbate. It relieves sexual tension. By doing it to yourself
you don't carry those feelings around with you. You're not tempted
to let some boy have sex with you just to relieve those urges. You make
your life better by knowing what you like, and how your body
responds."
"No, Edna, please no," Missy begged. "It's wrong."
"Missy, I am going to touch you. I am going to give you
pleasure and help you learn about your feelings and your responses. Pay
attention!" Crack! The crop came down on the soft skin on the inside
of Missy's right thigh.
"OWWWW!" Missy cried.
"That place," Edna lectured, "Is very sensitive. It's
the same on the other side as well."
Missy tensed, awaiting the pain of the crop. Instead, Edna
gently caressed her, sending little shivers of pleasure through her.
This was so wrong, so wrong.
"These are your labia," Edna said, caressing Missy gently.
"Labia majora, the big lips. Yours are very nice. Feel them swell as
I caress you."
Missy tried to resist, but Edna's hand stroking her was soft
and pleasant and stimulating. Little electric thrills began to run
through her crotch.
"Edna, stop. You mustn't."
"I very much must, my dear. I must stimulate you so you open
up like a flower."
Gently, insistently she stroked the girl's labia, and slowly
but surely they swelled and opened, the inner labia peaking out from
between them.
"Yes, so very nice. So pink and pretty."
"Ouch! That hurts a lot, Stop!" Edna had taken each of
Missy's labia minor and pinched them as hard as she could.
"Nonsense dear, it's just stimulation. It's all
stimulation; it all will make you orgasm in the end. But not until I
say so. Not until I say so."
Edna was drifting into a reverie of her own. Touching the young
woman so intimately was arousing her, and she could feel that she was
lubricating freely. It was so much fun to break in these new initiates.
She pulled Missy's genitals open and stared at the moist pink skin.
Just a little more now.
"This, dear, is your clitoris," Edna said, gently stroking
Missy's clitoral hood, feeling the firm bud beneath. "It is where
the most intense pleasure comes from."
Missy's hips arched up from the shock of pleasure. When she
had masturbated as a child she had just rubbed things down there until
she "felt good." But this was much, much more intense. She felt
herself start to get wet as Edna gently massaged her.
"Don't you like this little massage?" Edna asked.
"Ohhh, yess. It is nice. But you have to stop, it's
wrong." Missy realized she was being tempted by this physical
pleasure. It was wrong. She had to make Edna stop. Realizing she had
arched up against Edna's hand, she relaxed her hips back down onto
the table.
"No, I don't have to stop." Smack! Edna slapped the crop
down on Missy's right breast.
Smack! This time it was the left breast. Missy moaned in agony.
"Stop that noise and pay attention to what I'm doing. And
don't tell me again to stop doing something."
"Yes, Edna," Missy said, choking back the tears. It really,
really hurt to have her breasts hit like that. And Edna was massaging
her clitoris again and those terrible, evil feelings were starting
again.
Edna noticed that Missy was lubricating liberally, that her
genitals were wet and glistening, and that a pool of liquid was
gathering at the entrance of her vagina. It was time.
"Now, dear, when you get very aroused, your clitoris can stand a bit
more stimulation. I'm going to pull back the hood of your clitoris
and touch it directly."
Edna gently took Missy's exposed clitoris between her thumb and
forefinger. Missy sighed. Missy knew her clitoris was small, but it
felt like it took forever for Edna to slide the hood of skin back down
and over her clitoris. The stimulation was intense. Missy had never
felt anything like it. It felt so good, but it was so wrong, so evil.
But how could she resist when she was tied down like this? She began to
focus her attention on the sensations creeping out from her clitoris,
the gentle, insistent throbbings of pleasure.
"OHHHH NOOO! OWWWWWW!" Missy screamed. Edna had pinched her
clitoris, hard.
As the pain subsided Missy became very confused. It had hurt
immensely when Edna pinched her, but there was also a pleasure to it.
She knew she didn't want it to happen again, but there was that
nagging little bit of pleasure. This was just plain totally wrong and
evil. Edna had to let her go. Her game had to be over by now.
"Missy," Edna said, "Remember what just happened to you
and how it felt. It is very important."
"Yes Edna," Missy replied. It was easy to say it. Missy knew
she'd never forget the feeling, even as odd and unpleasant as it
basically was, and how wrong it was for Edna to touch her that way.
"I am going to adjust the table now," Edna said. "And
I'm going to take off your blindfold. You must see what it looks like
to have an orgasm. You will watch me masturbate, and you will learn how
from what you see."
It was too early, but Edna could not resist. Just a small orgasm
- to demonstrate, she convinced herself. The girl had to see, to know
what an orgasm looked like. Edna walked to the head of the table and
turned the crank that lifted Missy's head and torso up. She took the
blindfold off and then stepped into Missy's sight.
"Oh Edna!" Missy said. "I can't watch you. It's wrong,
it's wrong."
Smack! Edna hit Missy between the legs with the riding crop,
this time not trying to be gentle.
"Silence! Watch and learn!"
Missy sobbed quietly to herself. She was shocked to see that
Edna had taken off her blouse and slacks and was standing in front of
her in just a bustier and hose. Those were whore clothes. She'd seen
them in the stores, but knew instantly when she did that only an evil
woman would wear them. She stared as Edna sat back on a chair in front
of her and started to stimulate herself.
Edna began by tugging on her nipples, pulling them into
hardness. Missy watched as Edna stimulated her well-shaped breasts,
with pale pink areolas almost as big as hers and with similarly small,
pointed nipples. But what really shocked her was the small cross on a
silver chain that dangled between her breasts. How could a good
Christian do this? How could she be openly masturbating in front of
someone she just met, and how could she have tied Missy up and stroked
and caressed and hit her and, and... it was all so confusing.
Edna continued to stroke her breasts for a few moments, and then
her right hand slipped down between her legs.
"Watch what I am doing, Missy," Edna said. "I am already
excited - touching you and helping you discover the pleasures your
body is capable of has aroused me. I have lubricated just like you
have, and my genitals are swollen and pleasantly tender."
Missy looked as the older woman gently rubbed herself. Edna's
hand was cupped over her vulva and moved in small circles.
"This is how I begin - just holding myself, rubbing in small
circles and letting my labia slip and slide against each other. It is
very pleasant. But it isn't enough. While sometimes I use lubricant,
tonight I believe my own moisture will be sufficient. I'll gather
some out of my vagina and get my fingers nice and slippery."
Slowly, very slowly, Edna slipped her index and middle fingers
deep into herself, gathering the moisture she found there. She slowly
slid her fingers in and out of herself, pushing her arousal to a higher
level.
"It is very nice to have my fingers inside myself. They fill
me nicely. When you masturbate, stroking yourself like this, moving
your fingers in and out of your vagina is very nice. Other things may
be nicer at times, but this is very nice."
Other things? Did Edna mean a penis? Or something else? What
else was there? Missy didn't want to imagine what Edna might put
inside herself, or worse, what she might want to put inside Missy's
own vagina.
"Now pay attention. I'm going to stop talking and focus on
my pleasure. While everyone is different, I enjoy holding myself open
like this," she said as she used the fingers of her left hand to part
her labia and expose her clitoris, "and rubbing my clitoris up and
down and around. Sometimes I tap myself as well."
Edna demonstrated, closing her eyes and concentrating on the
waves of pleasure coursing through her loins. This was good - she'd
come quickly now, and then tease and torture Missy for a while longer
- getting her close to orgasm if possible, but not allowing it to
happen. And then Anne-Marie would come home, and the fun would really
start. She'd be annoyed that Edna had started without her, but Missy
was just too hard to resist. When she had opened the door and saw Missy
standing there, in her cute little skirt and blouse, she had lubricated
almost immediately. It was just too much of Anne-Marie to expect that
she would have waited with such a gorgeous young woman like Missy
tempting her.
"I'm getting close now, Missy. Watch me. My orgasm will be
soon."
Edna turned her focus to herself, rubbing up and down and around
her clitoris, pulling on it and even tapping it, hard, on occasion. The
sensations built, and Edna felt her loins grow heavy and congested. She
was almost there. Just a few more strokes.
"Watch me! Now! I'm coming!" Edna demanded as her orgasm
overtook her. Missy watched, terrified and fascinated, as the older
woman's pale skin flushed red and her loins twitched and shuddered.
This was wrong, so wrong. She turned her head away, refusing to watch
the animalistic act. But Edna began panting and Missy turned back to
see her slump down in her chair as the last vestiges of her orgasm
swept through her.
A few moments later Edna sat up and looked at Missy. The girl
was clearly uncomfortable, staring at her but not wanting to. Her
nipples were hard and moisture glistened in her pubic hair. She caught
the scent of her arousal, and wondered if Missy knew what the odor was.
Missy was frustrated by her body's reaction - Edna's
orgasm had been fascinating and for some reason arousing - and surely
that was sinful. She struggled against her bonds, but they held
tightly. What would Edna do to her next?
Chapter 3 - Vibrations.
"Missy," Edna said. "We're going to move to another part
of the room, and you are going to have more new experiences. When I
release your restraints you will have the urge to run away - to
escape. Resist that urge. The door is locked - you cannot get out.
Remember that I am much stronger than you. To help you resist, I will
cuff your arms and legs together so it will be harder to run."
Missy was frightened by these words. What more could Edna do to
her? She watched as Edna fastened handcuffs onto her right wrist and
ankle. Quickly, her left leg was unfastened, pulled over against her
right, and the other cuff fastened around it. Edna repeated the action
with Missy' arms, and then unfastened the waist strap. Missy sat up.
She was defeated. What could she do? Edna was stronger, she had
her bound and locked up, and she was going to continue this sinful,
awful activity. Missy prayed quietly in her head, asking to be rescued.
Perhaps, she thought, Edna's daughter would come home soon. Surely
Edna would have to stop then. There was hope.
"Come over here," Edna said quietly, pulling Missy off the
table. Grabbing her by the arm, Edna forced Missy to hobble over to the
wall.
"Face the wall and let me fasten you to it," Edna said.
"Do not resist or it will just be worse."
Missy complied. What could she do? She was naked, handcuffed and
alone with this incomprehensible woman. Edna pulled Missy's arms up
over her head, and, using restraints like the ones on the table, tied
one, then the other, arm to the wall. She repeated the action with her
legs, and when she finished Missy was spread-eagled against the wall.
"Now," Edna said, "I will prepare you. This will be
pleasurable."
Missy heard Edna walk across the room and open a drawer. A
moment later she was back.
"This is a vibrator that will stimulate your labia and
clitoris," Edna said. Missy looked down between herself and the wall
as Edna put a black elastic strap around her waist, fastened a buckle
on it, and adjusted it so it was tight around her middle. Dangling from
the elastic strap was something pink and rubbery looking, about 4
inches long and 5 inches across. Missy couldn't really see it, but it
seemed to have a raised portion running vertically along its middle.
Edna reached around her victim's waist to position the
vibrator. With one hand she parted Missy's labia and with the other
she slipped the butterfly vibrator in place, holding it there while she
wrapped straps around Missy's legs so it would be held in place. She
let the control box hang from its wire, dangling between Missy's
outspread legs.
Once the first vibrator was in place, Edna reached down and
picked up her other choice. It was a slender, vibrating butt plug. She
anointed it liberally with lubricant, and then spoke.
"Missy, I want you to relax your anus," she said. "This
may hurt a little as it goes in, but it will hurt much less if don't
resist."
"Noo, not there!" Missy cried, involuntarily tightening her
anal sphincter at the thought of something being inserted there.
Edna slipped a well lubricated finger between Missy's buttocks
and into her anus. The girl was clenching, but she forced her finger
into her, applying the lubricant liberally.
Missy moaned as she was penetrated. It hurt, and you weren't
supposed to have things up your fanny. That was just plain dirty and
wrong. What had she done to deserve this?
Edna slipped her finger out of Missy, switched the vibrating
plug on, and placed it against the young woman's anus.
"Relax, this is very nice. You will like it, I promise,"
Edna said. She pushed firmly on the plug and, slowly, it slipped into
Missy.
As it entered her Missy was overcome with shame. Why was this
happening?
Why was Edna doing this to her? She felt her sphincter release and the
buzzing plug slip deep into her bowels. How could Edna think that she
would enjoy this?
And then Edna reached down and switched on the other vibrator.
The insistent buzzing filled her groin. The feeling in front was
somewhat pleasant, but so terribly sinful that Missy began to weep
again. It combined with the vibrations in her bowels, and Missy felt
herself become terribly, awfully, sinfully aroused.
"Now, doesn't that feel nice?" Edna asked. "Aren't
those vibrations running through you arousing and stimulating? Aren't
you nice and wet? And doesn't your fanny feel nice and full? I bet
you never thought your fanny could feel so nice?"
Edna was dreadfully right. Missy had rarely been so aroused, and
had never dreamed that having something pushed up her fanny would feel
nice. She wept more loudly. She didn't want to sin like this, but her
body wasn't listening to her mind.
"Yes, Edna, it does feel nice. But please turn it off. It's
not right to give in to these feelings. They're wrong. I should never
have these feelings, never. Not even when I'm married and making love
with my husband so we can have a baby." Missy choked back her tears.
Edna just had to understand. Missy was a good girl and never, ever
touched or stimulated herself. Please, please, she thought to herself,
let Edna's daughter come home and make this stop.
Swat! Edna struck Missy across the buttocks, this time with a
long, thin bamboo cane. It left a pleasant red stripe across their
firm, tan surface.
"Owwwww! Why did you hit me?"
"I've told you my dear. Pleasure is not wrong. You must
learn that. I also swatted you, as I am going to do again, to increase
the stimulation."
Swat! Swat! Swat! Edna struck three times in quick succession.
"Edna, please, stop," moaned Missy. "It hurts too much."
Swat! This time across the tops of the thighs.
"Edna!"
"Concentrate on how everything feels. Think about the
stimulation in your groin. Aren't you getting nice and full and
tender? Can you feel the arousal rising?" Edna had moved close to
Missy, and had reached around to caress her breasts. "Are you getting
close? Are you going to have an orgasm?" This last she whispered,
breathily, into Missy's ear.
Missy was scared. Everything felt too good - her clitoris was
hard and little electric shocks of pleasure were starting to come from
it. Edna's hands on her nipples felt delicious. Even her fanny felt
good, where the swat of the cane seemed to have made everything more
tender, more aroused. What if she did have an orgasm? Would that be a
sin? She wasn't trying to, but it was awfully close.
"Ouch!" Edna had grabbed and twisted Missy's nipple, hard.
Pain shot through her breast, distracting her from the pleasure growing
in her groin.
"Every part of you must be aroused, must be aware," Edna
whispered. She reached down and switched off the butterfly vibrator,
and then the anal one. Missy was intensely aware of herself, of how
swollen and tender her genitals were, and of how close she had come to
succumbing to the awful, animal urges that had been racing through her
body. If only Edna's daughter would come home!
"But not too quickly," Edna said, unfastening the butterfly
vibrator from around Missy's waist. When she pulled the butt plug out
Missy felt strangely empty. How terrible! she thought. I shouldn't
like this. It's wrong. I shouldn't want that thing back in me.
Missy heard a knock at the door, and then a key turning in the
lock.
"Hi mom!" a bright, young voice said. And a moment later,
"What the hell are you doing!"
Chapter 4 - Three's Company
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Missy mouthed in silent prayer.
It would all be over now. Her daughter might be shocked at what her
mother had been doing, and about Missy being tied up and naked like
this, but it would all stop now. It had to. Thank you, she mouthed one
more time.
"Anne-Marie, this is Missy," Edna said. "Say hello,
Missy,"
"Umm, hi," Missy said. Why wasn't Anne-Marie saying
anything? Why wasn't she shocked?
"Mommy, what are you doing?" Anne-Marie was practically
shouting. "Who is this person? Where did she come from?"
Good, good, Anne-Marie was shocked. Surely this torment would
end soon - Anne-Marie would unfasten her and let her dress and
she'd go home and never talk to anyone on the internet ever again and
never, ever touch herself like Edna had been touching her and never
have those terrible, awful, animal feelings that tormented her and just
wanted to make her burst open and be an animal and just rub and rub and
rub until the torment ended in that glorious burst - STOP! Missy
demanded of herself. Stop thinking those evil thoughts.
"Please Anne-Marie, unhook me, let me down," Missy begged.
Anne-Marie ignored her. She was still chastising her mother.
"How could you do this? It's wrong, it's just wrong.
We've talked about it and talked about it. Whenever you bring someone
new into the house it has to be when we are both here. It's safer
that way."
Oh good, oh good, it's almost over, Missy thought to herself.
"You're supposed to share. We agreed we'd always share
with the new ones. And look, you forgot her breasts. You've got her
all nice and tied up, and I can see you had the butterfly on her and a
butt plug but you didn't put the nipple clamps on. It's just not
right; you always start without me and then you do it wrong and it
takes so much longer and, humph." Anne-Marie just stared at her
mother, clearly frustrated.
"Now Anne-Marie, look at her. She's so pretty. How did you
expect me to wait? She was here for more than an hour just talking, and
you didn't come home, and I was so aroused and well, I just had to
start. I mean, look at her."
Anne-Marie looked a little more closely at Missy, and realized she
recognized the voluptuous young woman tied to the basement wall.
"Hey! I know you!" Anne-Marie said brightly. "You're from
Hillsboro Baptist. You came over a few weeks ago when we had the joint
Bible study. I would never have thought you liked to play this way."
"I don't, I don't," Missy sobbed, realizing this girl
was not going to save her. How could it be? She was so shocked, it
sounded like Anne-Marie was going to save her and now it sounded like
she was going to join her mother in tormenting her even more.
"Missy is just learning about her body and pleasure and
stimulation," said Edna. "Her mother has omitted to tell her about
these things, and about how our bodies are gifts, as is the pleasure
they can give us. She still thinks it's sinful to have an orgasm."
"Oh, Missy, no!" Anne-Marie exclaimed. "Orgasms are good!
They make you happy and they feel so good. Why would we have been
created able to have such pleasure if it were wrong? Oh Mommy, you have
to let me help. We agreed before, you know. And I know all the steps,
even the ones you forget, like the nipple clamps. Please? Please can I
help you tonight? I know Missy and I can be good friends, and we can go
to church together and we can celebrate our bodies together and maybe
we can help other girls find out about pleasure, too!"
"Anne-Marie, slow down a little. You know how hard the first
time is for people like Missy," Edna said, a bit reproachfully.
"Yes, you can help, since you know Missy and since I did promise
we'd do these things together from now on. We're about to go into
the sauna, so take off your clothes and then go get the ice-water
trough ready. And then after that you can help us as we finish this
first lesson."
"Oh Mommy, thank you, thank you. I promise I'll be real
good, you'll see." Anne-Marie left the room quickly to get ready.
How could this be happening? Missy thought to herself. She
remembered Anne-Marie from that night. She was such a good person -
she'd asked really good questions during Bible study and knew her
passages and had sat and talked about how much fun church was and
events like this one were with Missy afterwards when they had cookies
and punch. And now she was going to play with them? This wasn't play.
Edna was supposed to comfort her and help her learn to do better so she
could get into Wesley Christian next year. And she had, a little, but
then she had made her take off her clothes and had done all this awful,
terrible things to her.
While Missy was thinking all this to herself Edna had unfastened
her from the wall and handcuffed her arms and ankles again, but this
time with her arms behind her.
"We're going into the sauna now," she said. "It will be
very warm there Missy. You will experience heat and cold together, much
like our last few minutes, where you experienced gentle and harsh
stimulation. Pay attention to how you react, to how your body feels.
The more you know about your body, and how it responds to stimulation,
the better you will be able to enjoy it. Remember, the pleasure your
body gives you is a gift. It is wrong not to enjoy it. It is not
animalistic, it is not evil. It is good, and good girls know that it is
important to enjoy their bodies. Do you understand?"
"Please Edna, please. Let me go. I want to go home. I won't
tell anybody. Please let me go," Missy begged.
"Now dear," Edna replied, "I know this is difficult, but
in a little while you'll understand. You'll know why I have done
this to you. You may not accept it yet, but you'll have taken a first
step, and your new friend, Anne-Marie, is going to help you."
Edna helped Missy shuffle over to the door of the sauna. Just as
they got there, Anne-Marie came out, along with a blast of heat. Missy
shrank back. Anne-Marie was naked, and sheen of perspiration covered
her body.
"Isn't she pretty?" Edna said to Missy. "Look at her
nice little body. She has pretty red hair - she gets that from me,
even if it's not as wavy as mine. And all those nice freckles on her
arms and shoulders and down over her chest and sprinkled on her breasts
- I really love your dark, tanned skin, but Anne-Marie's freckles
are just so cute! If I could just get her to wear a bit more makeup -
like you do Missy - just enough to accent and accentuate - but not
so much that you look like a slut. And look at her legs - how nicely
shaped they are and slim. Turn around, honey, and show us your fanny
- look Missy, look how nice and firm and round it is. It's smaller
than yours, but it's the same kind of shape - her buttocks are so
soft and pink and ready to be smacked. I just can't resist!"
SMACK! Edna slapped down hard on Anne-Marie's bottom, leaving a big,
red hand mark on it.
"Mom! C'mon. This is Missy's day, not mine."
"Oh, all right," Edna said. "But Missy, look hard at
Anne-Marie. Look at her breasts - aren't they nice and perky?
She's a 34 B - the size they once modeled all bras on - and those
perky little breasts would fit perfectly in a champagne glass - the
open ones, not the long flutes. And doesn't she have nice pink
nipples like mine? But they're long and thick - she gets ever so
excited when you play with them. They stand up nice and tall -
they're so much fun to lick and suck. She really likes her nipples
sucked; it just makes her all wiggly and wet. And, most importantly,
down below. Do you see how nicely she keeps her pussy? Tell me what you
see there? Spread your legs, Anne-Marie - let Missy see you."
"Yes, mother," Anne-Marie said, lifting one leg away from
her body so Missy could see.
"Tell me what you see, Missy."
Missy was appalled. Every time she thought things were bad it
got worse. She didn't want to look, but she knew it would be worse if
she didn't.
"I can see her vulva," Missy said.
"But tell me what it looks like," Edna said, and smacked
Missy's bottom for emphasis.
Missy was confused. She saw Anne-Marie's pubis. What more did
Edna want to know? She looked again, and then realized what she was
looking at. Anne-Marie had no pubic hair, except for a small strip
above her labia.
"Well?' asked Edna
"Sh-she doesn't have pubic hair," Missy stuttered.
"Except at the top - it's red like her hair."
"Right, she doesn't have pubic hair. Put your leg down dear.
And Missy, do you know why she doesn't have pubic hair?"
"No," was the quiet reply.
"Because she thinks it feels nicer not to have it, especially
when someone is kissing and licking her there."
"Ohhh," said Missy.
"Oh yes," said Anne-Marie. "It's so nice when someone
kisses and licks me there - with hair there it was wonderful, but
ever since I started shaving it's become even better - I just
orgasm and orgasm and orgasm."
"That's enough, dear," said Edna. "Speaking of orgasms,
have you had one today yet?"
"No, ma'am," Anne-Marie replied.
"You know the rules young lady," Edna said harshly. "And
you fussing at me for not sharing earlier and making me feel like I'd
broken a rule. Every morning, every evening at the very least. I know
why you missed this morning - you got up late and were running late
for work. But I would think you would have at least masturbated during
the day - or before joining us this evening. Very well. Missy, we
will add a bit to this next experience. You will help Anne-Marie have
an orgasm as well."
"What? How? No!!"
"By now you should know you have no choice in these matters.
Indeed, if you were wise by now you would be approaching each of these
different experiences with pleasant anticipation. Nevertheless, you
will learn and you will help Anne-Marie have an orgasm. Anne-Marie,
place yourself on the bench so that Missy may learn how to properly
perform an act of oral sex. Missy, follow Anne-Marie."
Anne-Marie opened the door of the sauna and stepped into the
small, hot room. Edna held Missy's arm as she, with steps limited by
the cuffs attached to her ankles, hobbled in after her. As she walked
into the room the heat struck her - it was dry and penetrating and
she felt herself begin to perspire almost immediately.
A long bench stretched across the back of the room. In the
middle of the bench was a large trough of water. Missy could see that
it was full of ice, and wondered what its purpose was. She was sure
that whatever Edna had planned, it wouldn't be nice.
Anne-Marie reclined on the bench, her feet planted on either
edge of the trough, her knees falling open, exposing her genitals.
"Kneel here, Missy," Edna said, indicating a spot on the
opposite side of the trough. "Face Anne-Marie."
She helped Missy onto the bench. Missy looked down at the
trough of ice and water, still wondering about its purpose. She glanced
around the room, and was horrified to see a collection of whips and
switches hanging on one wall.
"Yes," Edna said, "the Ben-Wa balls, I think."
"Oh, Mommy," Anne-Marie said, "Those are nice. You're
going to like them Missy!"
From a shelf just above the whips Edna chose a small box. She
opened it, and Missy watched as she took two balls about the size of
golf balls, connected by a cord, from the box. She popped one and then
the other in her mouth, coating them with her saliva.
"These," she said to Missy as she put one hand against her
labia and spread them open, "should fill you nicely. They are hollow
and have another, weighted ball inside them. They should move about
pleasantly. You may not remove them until I say so."
"Please Edna, no" Missy said. She'd never had anything
inside other than a tampon and the speculum when she went to the
gynecologist, and that was very unpleasant.
"Again child, this is for pleasure," Edna said, pressing
one, and then the other ball into Missy's still moist vagina. A
string hung from between her labia, attached to the balls. Missy's
vagina felt unnaturally full, and every time she moved she could feel
something moving inside her, where nothing should ever be.
"Now, you will help Anne-Marie achieve an orgasm by
stimulating her orally. The more quickly you do that, the more quickly
this portion of your initiation will end. But it will not end until
Anne-Marie does have an orgasm."
"Edna, please, please no. That's wrong, so wrong," Missy
begged.
"Do as I say," Edna said, pushing her down roughly.
Suddenly, as her breasts made contact with it, Missy realized what the
trough of ice water was for. Edna held a hand firmly in the middle of
her back, forcing her breasts to dangle in the icy water. Missy felt
her nipples harden at the cold and goose bumps break out all over her
body, despite the heat of the sauna.
"Hold her head against you, Anne-Marie," Edna instructed.
"Missy, I am sure this is the first time you have done anything like
this. Anne-Marie likes to be kissed and licked. Kiss her labia, now."
"Noooo," Missy moaned. She clenched her eyes closed and
tried to pull herself back up, but Anne-Marie and Edna held her firmly.
"Please, Missy, please," said Anne-Marie. "You'll like
it, I promise, and later maybe I'll do it to you, when you've
learned about pleasure. I'm so horny; look, you can see I'm opening
up for you."
Missy forced herself to open her eyes and look. Anne-Marie's
labia were open and swollen and she could smell the scent of the young
woman's secretions. How could she make herself do this terrible
thing?
Missy heard a swish through the air and then her back exploded
with pain. Edna was whipping her.
"The faster Anne-Marie comes, the sooner you're finished,"
the older woman said, hitting Missy again with the whip.
It was too much. Her breasts hurt from the cold, her back stung,
and Anne-Marie's scent of arousal was overpowering her. She closed
her eyes and, very tentatively, kissed Anne-Marie's labia.
"She started," Anne-Marie announced. "That was nice Missy,
do it some more - and lick me with your tongue."
Edna hit her with the whip again, this time across the buttocks,
and Missy lurched forward, burying her face in Anne-Marie's crotch.
There was nothing she could do about it. It was wrong and sinful, but
she had to stop the pain in her breasts and the pain of the whipping.
She kissed Anne-Marie again, and then reached out with her
tongue and licked up the length of her labia. Anne-Marie tasted sweet
and a little musky. She licked her again, hoping it was enough.
"Ooh, that's nice," Anne-Marie said. "More, more."
Edna whipped her again, urging Missy on. This was depraved and
awful. How could she make this girl have an orgasm and end this? And
then what would happen? Would it never end?
For the next five minutes this went on. Missy would lick
Anne-Marie, running her tongue between and over her puffy labia,
tasting her secretions. Edna would whip her. Missy's back and
buttocks were on fire. Her breasts ached from the cold, but the rest of
her body was perspiring, the heat almost burning her.
"Put your tongue in my vagina," Anne-Marie demanded. "Do
me with your tongue. And then do my clitty," Anne-Marie demanded.
"Lick my clitty, make me come."
"Do it," Edna demanded, whipping her yet again, this time
across her thighs.
Missy did as she was told, pushing her tongue into Anne-Marie,
searching for and then finding her vagina. Anne-Marie's taste and
smell was even more pungent, less sweet now, and more musky.
"That's good, that's good," Anne-Marie moaned as Missy
pushed her tongue in and out of her vagina. For a first time, she
thought to herself, Missy was doing a pretty good job. If she'd only
lick her clitoris now, around and around and around so she could come.
"Do her clitoris now," Edna demanded, sensing her
daughter's need.
Missy licked up Anne-Marie's vulva, searching for the hard
little nub of her clitoris. Edna's whip descended again. Finally,
Missy found what she thought was Anne-Marie's clitoris, and gently
began lapping at it.
"Mmmmhhh, that's it, that's it," Anne-Marie sighed.
"Trace the alphabet, that will bring her orgasm," Edna
demanded.
Missy was confused, but didn't stop licking Anne-Marie's
clitoris.
"The alphabet, girl. A, B, C and so forth. With your tongue.
Trace it on Anne-Marie's clitoris."
Missy caught on and began - two strokes down, connecting on
the top, and then one across - right over the tip of Anne-Marie's
clitoris.
"A, that's nice," said Anne-Marie. "Keep going, I'll
come by Z, I know I will."
With that promise Missy redoubled her efforts. Her whole body
ached, her breasts cold and stiff, her back red and raw, her arms and
legs tired from where they were cuffed together. Up, around and around.
B. A circle around three quarters of the way. C. Down, and a big
circle around, D. Slowly, steadily she traced the alphabet.
By F Anne-Marie was moaning steadily and pushing herself up
against Missy's mouth.
At M something else changed. In addition to the whipping, which never
stopped, Edna began to fondle Missy's genitals. The sensations were
confusing - her body did not know how to react - heat and cold,
pain and pleasure, and trying to focus despite the womanly odor and
wetness her tongue was playing in.
A curve to the left, a curve to the right. S. Anne-Marie's moans went
up a tone. Down and across. T. Down, curve at the bottom and up again,
then down. U.
"That's it, that's it - don't stop now" Anne-Marie begged.
Angle down and up. V. Repeat it, twice. W. Angle down to the right,
angle down to the left X. Anne-Marie was up on her heels, pushing her
crotch firmly against Missy's insistent tongue. She was yelling now.
"Oh Yes, Oh Yes. Lick Me, Lick Me, Make Me Come!"
A little angle up and down, and a line down from that. Y. Almost there.
Over, angle down, over the other way. Z.
"DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, I'M ALMOST THERE!"
Missy panicked. The alphabet was over. Desperate, she sucked hard on
Anne-Marie's clitoris, drawing it into her mouth and flicked at it
hard, over and over again with the tip of her tongue.
"I'M COMING, I'M COMING, I'M COMING!!!" Anne-Marie
screamed, arching up off the bench, pushing Missy's head up with her
crotch.
Finally, thought Missy as Anne-Marie slowly slumped back against
the bench and Missy finally lifted her head away from her genitals. She
could taste the other woman still on her lips and mouth. Suddenly, she
was very aware of her vulva. Edna was rubbing her clitoris, and slowly,
very slowly pulling the balls from inside her.
She felt herself stretch open and around the first ball as it
slowly slipped out of her. Her labia closed over it as it left her, and
then stretched open again to deliver the second ball. She was trembling
and she didn't know if it was because of the cold water, Edna's
hands manipulating her genitals, or just in reaction to everything that
had just happened.
"Taste yourself," Edna said, thrusting her fingers into
Missy's mouth. "That's the taste of your arousal, the taste of
you as a woman. Sweet, musky, complex."
Missy could not help but taste herself, and realized that she
tasted much like Anne-Marie did, but it was different, too. She was
sweeter than the woman she had just performed this terrible act upon.
"Thank you very much," Anne-Marie said as she slid out from
under Missy.
"Help her up dear," Edna said.
Anne-Marie helped Missy back to her knees. As her breasts came
out of the water Missy screamed - they had become numb in the cold,
but the heat and blood starting to move through them again hurt
immensely.
"Wooowwowowowowow!" she screamed.
"Yes, dear. They are very tender after that. But that's
important. For this next portion you must be able to become very
aroused, very aroused. The more tender and aware you are the better.
And I think you are almost there.
Edna looked down at the young woman whose life she was changing.
Missy's back, bottom and thighs were criss-crossed with angry red
stripes. Her tiny, pointed nipples were hard and erect, her breasts
firm and hard from their ice-water bath. And her vulva was red and
swollen and tender. The next step, indeed, would change how Missy felt
about pleasure and pain and move her well on her way to understanding
the pleasure Edna found so stimulating and rewarding.
Chapter 5 - Pleasure arrives.
Directed by Edna and Anne-Marie, Missy hobbled out of the sauna,
across the bathroom and back into the room with the bed. Her nipples
ached and throbbed, refusing to relax, staying hard and erect. She was
also dreadfully aware of her genitals. Despite everything, the ice
water, the whipping, having to lick and kiss Anne down there, all she
could feel and think about was Edna's hand caressing her there,
stimulating her unmercifully. Edna was still doing it from
time-to-time, just negligently caressing her, keeping her aroused and
sensitive.
"Anne-Marie," Edna announced when they were standing in the
room, "I've changed my mind. You will take the secondary position.
Missy has accomplished much this evening. We will share her."
"But Mommy, it was only one orgasm. And she was good, but
she's just a beginner and I bet if she did it again on me she'd be
even better and then I'd have my two orgasms for the day."
Whatever could these two be talking about? Missy wondered.
Surely Edna didn't plan to make her lick her too? This was terrible,
so terrible. When would it ever end?
"You can wear the special harness. And we'll all wear nipple
clamps and chain them together."
Nipple clamps? Special harness? Chained together?
"Please Edna, please Anne-Marie, please no. Let me go, please
no more."
"This is the last part for now," Edna said. "I suspect you
will find it both memorable and enjoyable, at least when you look back
on it sometime in the future. You've been very good so far. I know
that with a little more attention and effort on your part you will do
well. IF you do this well, I will help tutor you for the next year, and
I guarantee you will get into Wesley Christian or wherever you would
like to go. But you must do well right now. I will unfasten you
shackles, but if you try to run away it will be much the worse for
you."
Missy shuddered. There was hope. It was almost over. What more
could they do?
"Yes, Edna, I'll try very hard," Missy said. Maybe if she
was agreeable they wouldn't be so mean to her.
"Anne-Marie, get the equipment together."
"Yes Mommy," Anne-Marie replied. She walked around the room,
collecting various items from drawers and shelves around the room.
"Missy," Edna said, "I want you to look at these items.
First, these are nipple clamps. There are different kinds. Each of us
will wear a set, and we will connect them together so that when we move
they will tug on our nipples. That is very pleasant."
Edna showed her a pair of clamps. They were small alligator
clamps with rubber coverings on their ends, and each had a screw in
them to adjust the tension.
"I will demonstrate on myself," Edna said, fastening the
clips to her nipples. Missy shuddered - they looked painful. "I
like a little more tension than most, so I will let them pinch rather
hard. Anne-Marie, help me put Missy's on."
The two-redheaded women approached Misty. These clamps were
different from the ones Edna wore. The clamps were not covered with
rubber, but instead were smooth, silver-colored metal. Dangling from
each clam was a small black cylinder, about 2 inches long and an inch
in circumference. Edna fastened one clamp on her right nipple.
"Ouch, that hurts a lot" Missy complained.
"I will adjust them, just wait. Anne-Marie, what are you
waiting for? Put yours on, and then take care of Missy's other
breast."
Anne-Marie picked up yet another pair of nipple clamps. These
had two long legs, joined at the top, with a little rubber ring about
halfway up the legs. She took one and place one leg on either side of
her plump, pink nipple, then slid the rubber ring up so that the legs
gripped the nipple firmly. She repeated the action on other breast. A
long sliver chain connected the clamps. Finally, she picked up the
second of Missy's nipple clamps and fastened the jaws around
Missy's left nipple. The pain was almost unendurable. Missy moaned,
loudly.
"They have to be a bit tight to stay on," said Edna,
loosening both of them a bit, but still making sure they bit firmly
into Missy's small, pointed nipples. Missy felt the weight of each
one tugging at her nipples. The ache was still there, but now it was
almost endurable.
"Turn them on now, Anne-Marie," Edna said.
"Yes mommy," Anne-Marie said, doing as she had been
instructed. A soft vibration ran through each of Missy's nipples. It
was actually pleasant, in that nice pain kind of way that Missy was
learning about.
A moment later Missy screeched. "Ouuccchhhhh! I'm on fire,
turn them off, turn them off." Her breasts were burning - the
pleasure of the tug of the weight and the vibrations was being
overwhelmed by heat coursing through her tender nipples.
"Missy, I promise you that you will not be burned by these
devices. What you are feeling is heat, but it will never get hot enough
to harm you. Do you understand?"
"Edna, please Edna, take them off, take them off. It's too
hot, it's too hot."
"No dear, just experience the feelings. Tonight is about new
feelings and new experiences."
"Now," Edna said, holding up an oddly fashioned thing that
was all leather and buckles and three black, rubber rods. Missy thought
they looked familiar, but couldn't quite figure out what they were
supposed to be.
"This is the harness that Anne-Marie will wear. Put it on
dear, but be sure to use plenty of lubricant."
Missy watched as Anne-Marie spread a thick, glistening gel over
each of the rods. It frustrated her that she couldn't figure out what
they were. They were rounded at the top, with a little slit, and a
ridge that ran all around the rod.
Anne-Marie finished anointing the rods and then stepped into the
harness. As she held it just below her genitals, Missy realized what
the rods looked like!
"This is a very special harness, Missy," Edna said. "You
can see that it has three dildoes - those are the penis-shaped rods
you see. It holds two of them inside the wearer - one in her anus,
the other in her vagina. The third is for her partner - that will be
you tonight. As the wearer thrusts into her partner, the dildoes held
inside her produce very pleasant feelings - indeed, if she thrusts
just the right way, she may well have an orgasm of her own."
"Nooo, please no. I'm a virgin, please don't put that in
me Anne-Marie."
"Hush child," Edna said firmly. "All Anne-Marie is going
to do is sodomize you."
"No, please, not there, either. Please no." Missy was
worried. She did not want to be sodomized at all, but she really
didn't want it to happen again tonight. She'd enjoyed having the
butt plug in her too much - it was too animal, it was wrong. She was
supposed to resist those feelings.
"What are you going to do with that?" Missy said, startled,
when she realized that Edna was also stepping into a harness. It did
not have the two extra dildos that Anne-Marie's did, but the dildo it
did hold was longer and thicker than the one that protruded from the
front of Anne-Marie's harness.
"I am going to wear it. You are going to receive pleasure, and
perhaps a little pain, from it," Edna said calmly.
"You mean, no, Edna NO! I won't, you can't, never, never,
never, never," Missy screamed.
"You will be silent or I will gag you young woman," Edna
said firmly. "There is one more thing. This is the whip we will use.
You see that it is made of leather, of very soft leather." Edna
caressed Missy's breasts with the tails of the whip. It was soft, and
Missy became aware once again of how hot, hard and achy her nipples
were as Edna swished the whip back and forth over her breasts, and then
slapped the whip against them, not hard, but firmly enough to bring a
rush of blood to her breasts.
"Anne-Marie, stop dawdling. Put that thing on. Watch Missy,
watch those dildoes slide up into her little body. They fill her nicely
- don't you like the feeling, Anne-Marie? Can you imagine them in
you, Missy? You'll know that feeling soon."
Missy watched, horrified, as Anne-Marie positioned a dildo at
her anus and vagina, and then slide them into herself sighing with
pleasure as she pushed them firmly against herself and then buckled the
harness in place around her hips and thighs.
"Please Edna, please. Don't do this to me. I'm a good
girl. I'm not supposed to like this. It's wrong."
"Again child, you are supposed to like this. It is a gift -
a precious gift - that you have a body that responds to stimulation
with a pleasurable reaction. Now, get on the bench again and do as I
say."
Missy sat on the edge of the bench, her legs dangling below her.
Edna stood in front of her and caressed her genitals. It was terrible
to be so aroused this way. Missy wished Edna would stop touching her,
and that this feeling would go away. It was wrong, and she felt that if
Edna kept it up something awful might happen - like having an orgasm.
She heard Ann-Marie walk up behind her and was startled when she tossed
a loop of white rope over her head and pulled it taught under her
breasts.
"What are you doing?" she asked, shocked once again.
"You must be bound for this - and we will start by binding
your breasts so that they are fully stimulated," Edna replied,
holding Missy's arms out from her body.
Ann-Marie wound the rope in figure 8 shapes around and over and
under Missy's breasts, pulling it taught and making Missy's large
breasts stand out from her ribs. Finally she passed it back around
Missy's back and tied it.
"Lie back and put your feet up close to your thighs," Edna
commanded, pushing Missy back onto the bench. She undid the cuffs that
locked Missy's hands and ankles together, but kept tight hold of the
young woman. Quickly, she picked up another piece of rope and tied
Missy's right ankle to her right thigh, and then repeated the action
with another piece of rope on her left leg. Finally, she tied a loop of
rope around Missy's left knee, passed it under the bench, and then
pulled her right knee open, and tied the rope to it. Missy's genitals
were blatantly exposed.
"Lie back!" Edna commanded.
As Missy did, Anne-Marie fastened a leather strap above Missy's
breasts, holding her down to the table. Edna pulled her arms back up
over her head and fastened them to the table as well. Why she didn't
struggle during all of this Missy didn't know. It was just happening.
She was still aroused - terribly and sinfully. Edna was caressing her
again and it just felt so soft and wonderful and her blood was filling
up her groin and everything was so tender and it was so terribly,
awfully wrong. The tears welled up in her eyes again. Why did she come
here?
"Ouucchh!" Missy gasped. Her nipples, which she had been
ignoring as she was bound to the table, were being pulled on.
Anne-Marie had fastened a chain to the one that dangled from the clamps
torturing Missy's nipples. The chain was connected at one end to
Edna's nipple clamps and at the other to the ones that dangled from
Anne-Marie's perky little breasts. As Anne-Marie walked around the
table, it pulled hard on Missy's nipples.
"Do you know what your cherry is?" Anne-Marie asked?
"N-no."
"It's your virginity - I guess technically your hymen, but
your virginity. I'm about to pop your anal cherry, then Mommy's
going to pop your more traditional cherry. Soon you won't be a
virgin, and it will be so much fun!" Anne-Marie exclaimed.
"Please, no, no, anything but that. I'll help you both have
all the orgasms you want. I'll do anything, but don't do that to
me," Missy begged. Then she screamed "WOOOWWWWWW!"
Edna had slapped the whip down hard over Missy's exposed vulva
and anus. The pain was immense.
"Nonsense. This must be done," Edna said. "Anne-Marie,
please begin."
Anne-Marie anointed the dildo dangling obscenely from her groin
with a heavy, thick lubricant, then inserted some of it into Missy's
anus with her finger. She stepped up to the edge of the table,
positioned the dildo against Missy's anus, and slowly began to push
it into the defenseless girl's bowels.
"Ohh, it hurts it hurts it hurts, Stop! Stop! Stop!" Missy
moaned.
"Relax child," Edna said, caressing Missy's clitoris in an
effort to distract her. "If you resist it just hurts more. Let it
slip and slide in and out of you. Feel the pleasure. Let it grow in
your loins."
"No, please no, stop!" Missy begged. She felt like her anus
was being torn open as it slowly slipped into her. The tears she had
been trying to hold back trickled down her cheeks.
"Never!" Anne-Marie giggled. Holding the dildo firmly, she
pushed her hips forward, burying the rubber phallus deep into Missy.
She didn't try to go too fast, but wanted to be all the way in Missy,
too. After a moment Missy's sphincters relaxed and the dildo slid
into her body more easily. Finally, she pressed her body hard against
Missy's, the dildo completely sheathed inside Missy. The skin of
Missy's thighs felt soft and warm against her own.
"Doesn't that feel nice," Anne-Marie whispered. "Keep
touching her Mommy, I think she really like it, even if she doesn't
say so."
Edna caressed Missy's clitoris, teasing and torturing it.
Anne-Marie slowly pulled her hips back, and, just before the head of
the dildo slipped from Missy's anus, quickly pushed forward. She
pulled back again, then thrust hard, deep into Missy's body. Finally,
she settled into a rhythm, moving in and out of Missy's grossly
distended anus, the dildo's inside herself stimulating Anne-Marie
pleasantly and insistently. Her second orgasm would come quickly
tonight.
This was so terribly, awfully wrong, Missy thought. It hurt, a
lot, when Anne-Marie first pushed into her, but now everything was
throbbing and she was all wet and the most incredible tension was
building up in her. She was going to explode if Edna kept playing with
her clitoris and Anne-Marie kept doing what she was doing. It was
wrong. She tried to resist, but her body betrayed her. If only Edna
would rub her a little harder, then maybe it would be all over.
And then all of a sudden Anne-Marie was having her orgasm. She
pounded the dildo deeper and deeper and harder and harder into Missy.
"Oh that's it, that's it. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Deeper, deeper. Oh
fuck, oh wow, oh it's so good, so good."
Missy watched, horrified, as the young girl writhed and moaned
and cursed. Had she really said the f word? What could make her do
something like that? What kind of a feeling did that to you? What if
the feelings she was having now made her say something like that? Missy
struggled, but her bonds held her tight. She felt Missy pounding into
her, and then pushing her body hard against Missy's own. She could
even feel Anne-Marie trembling as her orgasm happened.
When Anne-Marie's orgasm subsided, she stepped back from
Missy, pulling the dildo from her anus and stretching the chain
attached between their nipples taught.
Missy felt pain and emptiness at the same time. Her breasts and
nipples were tender and sore, but swollen and aroused at the same tie.
Her anus felt terribly empty all of a sudden. Edna had not stopped
stroking her, but something was missing. She just felt congested and
swollen and empty, all at the same time. If only this would all end.
Edna stepped around the end of the bench and rested the black
rubber dildo protruding grotesquely from her groin against Missy's
labia.
"Noooo, please no," Missy moaned, realizing what was about
to happen. "Anything but that. Please Edna, please don't."
Edna just smiled. There was nothing quite like that first
penetration. She almost envied men, being able to feel with their
appendage the soft, warm, wet sheath of a woman. But it wasn't as
good as having that sheath, she reminded herself. No penis would ever
be as sensitive as a clitoris.
It was time. This innocent child must be penetrated, her
virginity taken, her innocence stripped away from her. But not so much
that she would reach orgasm. She would have to beg for that.
"Anne-Marie, open Missy up for me," Edna demanded.
Anne-Marie reached down, grasped Missy's inner labia, and
pulled them open, exposing her wet, pink vagina. Missy twitched, but
her bonds kept her from moving.
"How nice," Edna said, and pushed her hips forward,
inserting the dildo into Missy's turgid flesh.
"Stop Edna, please stop," Missy begged, feeling herself
stretch open to accommodate the invading phallus. This was terrible.
How could Edna do this to her? And how could her body accommodate that
terrible thing. Her vagina felt stretched unnaturally wide. And then a
bolt of pain shot through her.
"Noooo!!!" Missy screamed, realizing what was happening.
Edna pushed forward, testing the resistance of Missy's hymen.
"Missy, this may hurt a little, but it will be over quickly.
Then it will feel terribly nice," Edna said quietly.
She pulled her hips back a little, and the dildo almost slipped
out of Missy. As it moved out of her, Missy hoped against hope that
Edna would stop. She begged again,
"Don't do it Edna, please don't do it."
SWAT!
Anne-Marie swung the whip hard against Missy's distended
breasts. At the same time, Edna thrust forward, hard, pushing the dildo
deep into Missy, tearing through her hymen.
"Noooooooo!!!!" Missy sobbed. She was in tremendous pain and
her precious virginity was gone. Her breasts hurt, her vagina stung
terribly, and, worst of all, she was no longer a virgin. These
horrendous women had robbed her of everything.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Anne-Marie swung the whip down onto Missy's
breasts and belly over and over again. Edna began to saw in and out of
Missy's vagina. Blood tinged the dildo - the blood of Missy's
virginity.
Missy sobbed and sobbed. She could no longer think coherently.
All she could do is feel the pain of the whip and the dildo. And then
the very worst thing that could happen did. Anne-Marie stopped whipping
her and began to gently rub Missy's clitoris. The pain that had
accompanied Edna's thrusts was turning to pleasure. Missy could feel
every bump and ripple on the dildo moving in and out of her,
stimulating her vagina in a way she never thought possible. Anne-Marie
in her bottom had felt incredible. This feeling made that one only a
faint, pleasant memory.
Missy sobbed even more. This pleasure was wrong - the minister
had told her. It was only animal - she did not love or care for these
women - it was wrong to be with a woman this way, much less two. But
her body was betraying her. She tried to move against Anne-Marie's
hand, and her vagina clenched around the dildo, trying to feel it
everywhere. She wanted it to never stop - for this feeling to grow
and grow and grow until she exploded with pleasure.
Oh how could this be? It was wrong, so wrong, Missy thought.
And then the feelings became too much. She didn't want to feel
them, she wanted them to go away, but her body made her. She writhed
and moaned and tried to get more and more and feel more and more. And
then she said it.
"Fuck me, Edna, fuck me" Missy moaned. "Make me have an
orgasm. Play with my nipples Anne-Marie. I want to feel your hands.
Make my clitty hard and red. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
All the time she was doing this Missy was crying and sobbing.
Her body had taken over, making her say these terrible things, but her
mind told her over and over that it was wrong, to resist.
And then it got worse. Anne-Marie pulled the clamps from her
nipples. Edna pulled the dildo out of her. They untied her, and left
her gasping, her vagina gaping open, her hips moving up and down,
searching for stimulation.
Missy's body demanded more, despite her mind telling her that
it was over, that she was free.
"Oh Edna, oh Anne-Marie, don't stop, don't stop. I'm not
finished, I'm not done. Let me have an orgasm. Let me come. Don't
stop fucking me. Don't stop whipping me."
She reached, weakly, toward Edna, but Edna stepped back out of
reach. Missy's vagina ached. It felt so empty, so hollow now. It was
a terrible feeling. Missy looked at Anne-Marie beseechingly, but the
young woman just shook her head back and forth. Missy had to have
something, something more. She reached for herself. If they wouldn't
do it, she'd masturbate. Missy could make herself have an orgasm. She
knew she could.
"Don't you dare," Edna hissed, grabbing Missy's arm.
"You may only have an orgasm when I say so."
"Oh please Edna, please," Missy begged. "I know it's
wrong, but I have to have an orgasm. I hurt, I ache for it. Please,
please."
Edna lay down on the bed, the dildo still thrusting obscenely
from her hips.
"If you must, you can ride me," she told Missy.
"Oh thank you, thank you," Missy said. She clambered onto
the bed and straddled the older woman.
Swat! Anne-Marie was whipping her back again.
"Oh thank you, thank you," Missy cried. She grasped the
phallus, positioned it at the mouth of her vagina, and sank down over
it. It filled her, and the empty feeling that had tormented her a few
minutes before was gone.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Anne-Marie was beating her now.
Each time the whip came down on her back Missy jerked forward, and her
clitoris rubbed against the soft leather of Edna's harness, sending
jolts of pleasure through her loins. It still wasn't enough.
"Anne-Marie," Missy begged, "Please fuck my ass. Put your
dildo in me and fuck me, hard." She bent forward, offering her anus
to Anne-Marie.
Anne-Marie looked questioningly at her mother.
"Go ahead, dear. Fuck her like crazy," Edna told her.
The young red-head clambered onto the bed, positioned herself
behind Missy, spread her bottom-cheeks with both hands and then
thrusting forward, burying her own dildo deep into Missy.
"Oh fuck yes!" Missy cried. It felt so good, so wonderful.
Both of her holes were full, and Edna had grabbed and was playing with
her breasts. She was even sucking on her nipples. Pleasure raced
through her body. She felt her nipples harden again, and her clitoris
felt enormous.
Anne-Marie began to thrust in and out of Missy's bottom. Missy
could feel the dildo drag over her tissues, rubbing against the dildo
buried in her vagina. She twitched and rubbed against Edna's groin,
trying to push herself over the edge.
"What are you doing, you filthy, awful tramp. You sinner, stop
this immediately!"
The voice was inside Missy's head. It kept berating her,
telling her to stop, that what she was doing was wrong. Missy realized
it was her conscience, telling her what she knew was right. But her
body ignored the voice, pushing, rubbing, gyrating against Edna and
Anne-Marie, trying to find every bit of stimulation it could.
Swat! Swat! SWAT!"
Anne-Marie was whipping her again, still thrusting in and out. The
pain didn't matter. It just made her even more aroused, driving her
closer and closer to orgasm.
"STOP RIGHT NOW OR YOU'RE GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL!"
The voice in her head was shouting now. Missy burst into tears again.
She wanted to stop, but her body wouldn't let her. It kept doing what
it wanted, and now her vagina and anus were clamping down around the
dildo's moving inside her.
"Nooo, don't stop, don't stop. Stop, stop, don't,
don't," Missy didn't know what she was doing. Her head said stop,
her breasts and groin wouldn't let her. She cried and cried. The
tension mounted in her. Her whole body throbbed. Her mind was torturing
her, but the feelings in her body were just as bad, just as demanding.
It had to end. She had to stop. But she couldn't.
Missy held out for as long as she could. This was lust, it was
evil, it was wrong - especially with two other women creating it.
Edna was sucking and tugging and caressing her breasts as they dangled
in front of her. Anne-Marie kept thrusting in and out, and hitting her
over and over again with the whip. Missy's mind kept telling her to
stop, that what she was doing was wrong and evil. But she couldn't.
Her body demanded release.
Finally it was too much. Missy's clitoris burned with the fires
of hell, her nipples felt enormous and hard, her vagina and bowels
full, her back tender and sore and stinging, and it just was all too
much.
"TAKE ME LORD, TAKE ME. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME. IT IS TOO
MUCH, TOO MUCH, IT BURNS, IT BURNS," Missy screamed out.
She gave up to the sensations and they took over, racing throughout her
body, from clitoris to nipples to anus, through her arms and legs and
head, and the orgasm took her and she screamed and shook, trembling and
twitching, burying her head between Edna's breasts, and then she
collapsed against the older woman. Anne-Marie continued to push deeply
into her anus, thrusting over and over again, drawing out the orgasm
for as long as she could.
Missy's orgasm went on for five full minutes, and she twitched
and trembled for fifteen minutes after that. Edna was still holding her
tight, their loins connected by the rubber phallus strapped to one and
buried in the others vagina. Anne Marie lay on top of her, her own
dildo buried in Missy's bottom. Missy sobbed and cried, upset that
she had given in to the lustful feelings, and distraught over the
thought that she wanted it to happen again and again and again.
Fully thirty minutes after her orgasm began Missy finally stopped
trembling and twitching. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive, and
the slightest touch sent waves of pain through her breasts, but pain
that she almost wanted to happen again because it was so intense and
thrilling. Her vulva was puffy and tender, her eyes red, her hair wet
and disheveled. Missy sat up and pulled her dildo out of Missy's
anus. It gaped open, the sphincter stretched wide. Edna rolled Missy
over onto her side, and then pulled the rubber phallus from Missy's
vagina, and she and Anne-Marie embraced and caressed their voluptuous
victim. Missy was aware of a terrible, empty feeling in her loins as
the dildo slipped from between her labia.
"Now Missy," Edna said softly, "That wasn't so terrible,
was it? Now you know what your body is capable of experiencing. You
resisted the temptation so well. Many would have given in long before
you did, but you resisted, and as a result you have had a wonderful,
life-affirming orgasm. You now know what a woman's body was made for,
what pleasure it was intended to achieve."
"And you can stay with us," said Anne-Marie, "for the
weekend. And come back after that, lots and lots. And you can tell me
how you resisted for so long, and we can play some more this weekend,
and you can put on the harness, and I'll put on another, and we'll
penetrate mother and whip her and make her shake and tremble just like
you. And then we can go to church Sunday, and I know another girl,
Amanda, who likes to play, too, and maybe after she can come and we can
all have a nice little orgy and show the Lord how much we appreciate
the bodies he has given us and the pleasures they can achieve."
Missy was terrified. Her virginity was lost, and she had
participated fully in giving it up. Lust was wrong, she knew it was.
Edna and Anne-Marie were now linked to her forever; they would always
be part of her, since they had been part of the most significant
physical action of her life. What could she do now? No good Christian
man would have her. She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. What ever would
happen to her?