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Chapter Twelve
Kate, meanwhile, was turned about by mistress and handcuffed. She
felt surprised, looking down at her poop and wondering how she could
clean it up with her hands bound behind her. When mistress had cuffed
Kate she did the same to Debbi. Neither girl had the heart to resist. Both
felt utterly dominated, their hair hanging down around their face, their
bosoms free and wobbling and marked by hickeys, their bottoms woefully
sore and their cunts raw and dripping.
�Open your mouth,� mistress told Debbi. The girl parted her lips and
then, at a prodding from mistress, she showed her teeth. To her great
surprise mistress presented her with a scrub brush. She wedged it
between Debbi�s teeth. There were leads attached to it and mistress
bound these behind Debbi�s head, in the soft mane of her long blonde hair.
Debbi was a human scrub brush! Kate looked at her and opened her
own mouth and screamed. On her third scream mistress plugged her open
mouth with a brush. Mistress tied the brush behind Kate�s head as Kate
stared at Debbi.
�Down, girls!� Mistress commanded. She pressed a hand to each
girl�s bare shoulder. Unable to resist the pressure, the girls dropped to
their knees. �Put your brushes in the bucket to wet them and then scrub
up your poop!� Mistress commanded. She had a bucket ready and she
plopped it down between the girls. Kate and Debbi looked at the pail. It
was full of cold water. Gingerly, at mistress�s insistence, they dipped
their heads into the bucket and wet their mouth-brushes.
Neither girl seemed able to bend and put her face to the floor.
Mistress scooped up the ends of their blonde manes and held them like
reins. �Now bend down, girls,� Mistress said. Held by their hair, both Kate
and Debbi offered their faces to the poop. To her dismay, Kate found she
was down in Debbi�s pile, while Debbi was tasked with cleaning up hers.
�Oh, yes!� Faisal shouted. Susie sucked on his cock as he watched
Kate and Debbi face up to the task of scrubbing their poop.
�Don�t cum �til they�re finished,� the Sultan urged his companion.
�It�s so--� Faisal stammered.
�So fine to see an English girl down on the floor in an American�s
shit?� the Sultan asked.
�An Arab�s shit would be better,� Faisal answered.
�I�ll keep that in mind,� the Sultan replied. �I�m feeling a bit of a
need to have a bowel movement myself.�
�Me too!� Faisal answered. His wife laughed. She clutched at
Susie�s breasts and squeezed them hard. Susie gasped but kept Faisal�s
penis clutched within her sucking mouth. She didn�t dare let go of it or try
to control it with Faisal�s wife present. Althea kept at the Sultan�s cock,
sucking it greedily despite its small size.
Kate worked frantically to scrub away Debbi�s shit. She couldn�t
bear the thought of having to clean up after the Sultan. She rubbed her
scrub brush in the pile Debbi had left and then soaked it in the bucket to
get it clean. She and Debbi shared the same pail. When the water in it
became soiled mistress poured the water into a small vent in a corner and
then refilled it at a faucet next to the vent. The girls were forced to wait
while this happened, sitting on their knees, their heels pressed rudely into
their bottoms, their hands cuffed behind them and their mouths gagged by
scrub brushes. Their hair, falling around them as they worked, showed
traces of each other�s shit.
With a new bucket, the girls were back at work again. Their nipples,
hung from bosoms generously large, dragged along the floor when they
bent over to clean it. Kate thanked the Sultan for at least keeping the
floor polished. A bare floor of raw wood, or a stone floor, would have
ripped her poor nipples to shreds.
The Sultan admired the two tail ends of the girls as they strove to
clean up the mess they�d made. Their bottoms, once gloriously white, now
showed the marks of his training. Each girl was wealed, the marks cutting
across her bare cheeks. None of them were severe enough to leave a
permanent mark but all of them were strong enough to keep both girls on
their toes for the next few days, abjuring opportunities to sit. He gazed
with satisfaction at their wounded bottoms and promised himself to
renew their injuries just as soon as the current marks had faded. Both
girls worked eagerly to clean up their shit. There was no hesitation, no
resistance. He�d broken through their first barriers. Debbi he�d trained a
little bit before but now he was really working her, giving her chores
she�d never dreamed of performing, even at the lewdest club. He longed to
take a photo of her and send it to her parents. �Hi, mom. Hard at work in
Saudi Arabia,� it would say. He laughed to himself. He eased Althea back
a little to give himself a moment�s relief from her tonguing. He felt her
breath caress his cock, waiting.
Kate especially pleased him. He liked having an American girl do his
bidding. Althea was from the Netherlands and Susie from Germany, but
Kate was from the Great Satan, and now here she was, unprotected and
down on her knees scrubbing floors. He would use her, he felt, to bear
children for him. She was small in stature but she had wonderful big
breasts and her waspish waist begged to be enlarged. Yes, he would stable
her. She would be fucked in the hay and made to produce young for him. He
would make her breasts fill with milk from his seed and he would serve
her milk at dinner. 100% Pure American Breast Milk, he�d boast to his
guests, serving it. That would make him king for sure, serving such fine
milk as that to his male guests. �And there�s the girl who produced it,� he
might add, bringing Kate to dinner sometimes, when she was weary from
her day�s work in the stable. He�d sit her among them in a chiffon dress
and let them be teased by her half-hidden bosoms. Then, when they�d all
drunk her milk and the dinner was finished, he�d rip her dress off and
they�d spend the night working her, up on the table with he legs spread
wide.
When the girls had finished with the floor the Sultan, showing
remarkable self-control in lasting so long, shot himself into Althea�s
mouth. She drank down his tribute as if it were fine German beer. Susie,
who was herself from Germany, drank down a generous emission from
Faisal. Then the Sultan dismissed him, lest his cock become a source of
admiration for the cock-starved girls. His wife left with him.
Althea and Susie, released from their penile duties, returned to their
young charges. Althea unbound Kate�s mouth and Susie unbound Debbi�s.
Althea gazed down at Kate and laughed at how silly she looked, with her
hands still cuffed behind her, all clean, while her nose and her cheeks
were smeared with shit. There was even shit smeared on her nipples.
Althea wet a cloth under the faucet by the wall, and Susie did likewise.
They wiped off the girls� faces. The water was cold but the girls
welcomed it. The cloths were rinsed and then their nipples were attended
to.
�I am through with you for this evening,� the Sultan said to the
girls. �Expect to sit with me at dinner tomorrow evening. Or stand, as
you may prefer,� he smirked. �Althea and Susie, see that the girls are
bedded down and get a good day�s sleep. I�ll expect them fresh and ready
for the evening. Put something on their bottoms to help them heal. Brush
their teeth, powder them, show them every luxury. But keep them naked
always. No clothes. They are to be bare as newborns at all hours. Only
out by the pool should they have anything on, a small bikini to keep their
bosoms and bottoms white. Otherwise they are to be entirely naked.�
Susie and Althea nodded. Kate and Debbi could only stare up at the
Sultan, bare puppies on the floor, kneeling before him and completely
under his command. His pets. Kate felt a thrill run up her spine as she
realized the Sultan was the master she�d always craved, yet never found.
He would have her do his bidding and there was no chance, no chance at all,
that she would be able to disobey him. There was no chance he�d sell her
or let her grow bored with him, though she hated to look at him. He was
utterly indifferent to her fate and yet passionate about her, like a little
fat devil who loved goading her and teasing her. Kate felt her nipples perk
up as the Sultan looked at her. They�d retreated into her breasts
somewhat as she worked on the floor but now they stood up all fresh and
eager. Althea noticed and laughed. Susie laughed. Debbi, perhaps as
thrilled as Kate to be so utterly stripped bare and naked before such a
ruthless man, sprouted her nipples also.
�You will serve me well,� the Sultan said. And Kate knew she would,
whether she wanted to or not.
In the privacy of her bedroom Kate was uncuffed by Althea.
Immediately she clapped a hand to her pussy.
�Oh, I need something INSIDE me!� Kate groaned. Debbi, who�d been
ordered to share the room with Kate, was uncuffed by Susie. She put a
hand to her pussy with the same hopeless urgency. There were no men
present, just the four girls, with Mistress called away but certain to
return.
Althea put a hand over Kate�s. �It�s time for my finger,� she told
Kate quietly.
�Will it work?� Kate asked. �Mine doesn�t.�
�Well, it will be someone else�s finger,� Althea replied. She nudged
Kate�s hand aside and intruded into her lips with a fingernail. �That helps,
anyway.�
�Ohh, do me deep and hard,� Kate begged. �What position do you want
me in?�
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MERETRICIOUS MAILBOX
(Continued from NND 125)
HAWK, $21.95 for a 12 issue subscription. HAWK, P.O. Box 618, Mt. Morris,
Illinois 61054-9903. Web: http://www.hawkmag.com
Review: One result of 30 years of feminism is this: there are now
many young girl magazines. Offhand, I would list the top three as being
HAWK, Tight, and Barely Legal.
For a long time I ignored HAWK. It featured unattractive girls, doing
things that were fairly mundane. Then I happened upon the August 1999
issue. What a great issue! Whenever a publisher is in doubt about what to
put on his cover, try this: a young blonde, on her knees, with the words
�little teen pet� on the cover. Put the words �little teen pet� inside
cartoon drawings of bones. Then put these words on the cover too: �Puppy
Love� and �Doggie Style!� Make the �o� in �Puppy Love� look like a cross
between a heart and an anus. Then, inside the magazine, feature a
stunning, giggly blonde who likes to show off her ass.
In addition to having young, pretty girls, who are lasciviously
photographed, HAWK has a great price. HAWK costs $21.95 for 12 issues.
Barely Legal costs $39.95. Tight is an amazing $59.95!
As you probably know, the girls in Tight can look quite unattractive.
The magazine is improving, but there is still a slight �dog� quality to
some of the girls in Tight. While I don�t have too many issues of this
magazine, I have been able to plot this trajectory for Tight: great early
issues, followed by total �dog� issues, followed by so-so issues that are
being published now. (For example, the August 1997 issue of Tight is
outstanding. Another good old issue is May 1998. But after May 1998 the
issues of Tight that I saw were terrible, until they started improving
about six months ago.) Another problem with Tight is that the girls are
photographed in a rather naive, boring way. I realize the girls are
supposed to look 12. But too often the photographer looks like he was 12
too!
As for Barely Legal, published by Hustler, the girls in it are boring.
They are very pretty, but often they seem rather old. It�s sort of like
they�re women, but without makeup on. Barely Legal used to be a
somewhat creative magazine. But now every layout looks the same to me.
There�s nothing imaginative about Barely Legal. You could substitute one
girl for another, or one layout for another, and you�d have the same, same,
same thing... over and over, as if the girls are being photographed by a
machine.
As you might have guessed, doing the math yourself, a year�s worth
of any of these magazines at the newsstand costs $83.88. (Not including
sales tax.) Unfortunately, magazines ordered through the mail can get
beat up. This is more true of current issues, which tend to be packed less
well than back issues. Also, the thinner the magazine, the more likely it
is to get banged around in the mail. The question arises, then, do you want
to get a beat-up subscription copy, or a pristine copy at your newsstand?
The question is answered, for HAWK at least, by it�s low price.
$21.95 is so low you may as well subscribe, since you can always still buy
a pristine newsstand copy if an issue is really great, and your mailed copy
gets banged around. So, for the moment at least, my favorite young-girl
magazine is HAWK. I�m going to subscribe, when I get the money. (But,
lest you worry, I subscribe to lots of magazines and almost all of them
arrive in perfect condition. Then again, I have a very large mailbox. I got
it so all my magazines would lie flat in it!)
Tight is a very cute magazine. From an ideological viewpoint, I like
Tight the best. But, currently, HAWK is the young girl magazine that
provides the most sperm release for my money. As for Barely Legal,
despite its wonderful �Pacifier Index�, it�s so boring I probably won�t re-
subscribe once my subscription expires.
Playboy�s �Tanned and Topless�. Magazine. Playboy, P.O. Box 2002, Harlan,
Iowa 51593-2217. Voice phone: 1-800-352-7700. Web:
http://www.playboy.com
Review: This is the latest premium from Playboy. If you subscribe
to a year of Playboy, for the incredibly low price of $19.97, you get
�Tanned and Topless� for free. You also get �Playboy�s 50 Hottest Nudes�.
Both magazines have terrific covers. Young, luscious blondes, one in
panties and the other nude. I already have the �blow card� on which this
offer is made sheathed in protective plastic. Hopefully some day I�ll have
the actual magazines.
A magazine I don�t get anymore is Penthouse. Every month Penthouse
had the same thing: a fairly mundane pictorial, usually featuring a girl
who was sticking out her tongue, while sticking a finger into her pussy.
Also, the �de rigueur� photo layout of a mature woman sucking some man�s
penis. (For the fags in the audience, I suppose.) Also, some boring �artsy
fartsy� layout, featuring two girls who are space aliens, or painted in
day-glo colors, or something equally stupid.
Another magazine I don�t get anymore is Hustler. It�s boring. It has
good articles, but I don�t need them. I need to jack off. Hustler just gives
me the same wooden photo layouts, issue after issue. In fact, all the
Larry Flint magazines are very wooden and uncreative: Taboo, Barely
Legal, Chic, Hustler. They all have the same boring approach to
photographing girls. I used to worry that maybe Larry Flint was some guy
who lived in an outhouse, who would just hustle me out of my money. That
proved not to be a problem. Larry provides excellent customer service.
Unfortunately his products are too boring for me to �read� any more.
I am not interested in �artsy fartsy� layouts. I�m not interested in a
boring, dumb woman sucking a man�s penis. I�m not interested in wooden,
uncreative photo layouts that all look alike. I want cute, perfect, young
girls who are doing mischievous things to each other. Hence, I prefer the
items I have listed above: HAWK, Playboy, etc.
In fact, I have a new rule: if the girl isn�t 18 (and no older),
creatively photographed, and cute, I�m not interested! There are many,
many young girl magazines out there today. There is absolutely no reason
for a grown man to be masturbating over some 25-year-old woman when
there are so many quality magazines featuring girls who are 18. If I could
list all the young girl magazines for you I would. Unfortunately, there are
so many of them now that even I can�t keep track of them all! This is
another reason I no longer buy Penthouse. It doesn�t reflect my views.
The girls in a magazine should be young and innocent. They should be real
girls. Not young women, not mature women, not wives (God forbid). They
should be real, live, young girls. (I think that�s the name of one of the
young girl magazines, in fact.)
Penthouse may be the magazine of �protest�, but it isn�t protesting
in a manner that is important to me. It�s pretty much a feminist
publication, in my opinion. It features photographs of women. It has
articles that reflect the standard �adult male� view of the world. Maybe
if I were some married man, with a wife, and three children, and a dog,
and a mortgage, I might read Penthouse. When I wasn�t busy serving on the
PTA, or supporting my local police. But I myself am just a guy. Who likes
girls!
I don�t want women in my life, and all of the adult crap that comes
along with them. I don�t want to think like some guy who�s halfway to the
senior home. I just want to see young, beautiful, carefree, silly,
mischievous, kooky, naked young girls. Who are having fun. (Or maybe
getting a spanking!) That�s it. Penthouse can �protest� about Veteran�s
Rights (or whatever), and Hustler can report on how to pick up lewd
strippers, or divorcees, but I�m not interested. I just want girls in my
life, either for real or in magazines.
AND IN THE END...
�The easier it is to publish, the more rubbish will get published.�
- The Economist, July 17, 1999, pg. 19.
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