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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Torrid Tweens
Chapter 13
How strange it was, Ted thought, that pleasure should be mingled
with such terrible stress! He gaped in open-mouthed awe, his mouth as
slack as his balls were tight. His cock jutted forth. Even as he strained
to stretch forth and poke the girls with his penis, at the same time he
strove to hold in his sperm. With his hands, he knew not what to do,
letting them dangle by his thighs one moment, then drawing them along his
cock, only to jerk his hands back, almost in horror, lest he should lose
himself and make a puddled mess on the floor.
The puddles in the basin grew deeper. The girls� upreared bare
bottoms humped back and forth as they worked. The pillows they were
kneeling on were unsteady, shifting about, making the bottoms of the girls
wobble and twist so that they might keep their balance. At the same time
the girls did not confine themselves to just one finger on each of the
gloves. Momentarily they would pause, to swallow down all in their
mouths and to draw a breath, then, they would chase the wiggling gloves,
catching at whatever finger presented itself to their lips. It was like a
feast of penises for the girls, each fat finger spurting forth milk while
the real males, behind them, nearly lost themselves watching.
�God, they�re beautiful,� Brad said to Ted. The older man nodded.
Samuel, older still, but with a cock as stiff and hard as the young men,
nodded also. The females were like twin milk maids, each girl oblivious
to all but the lure of the penis-like fingers. As the fingers squirted milk
freely, Ted strove to hold himself back. He was on the brink of spending,
his balls aching, the stiffly drawn-up nuts between his legs almost in
pain. His cock was in a kind of pain too, yearning forward, desperate to
lodge itself, the men on either side of him straining outward like fence
posts.
Song Li smoothed oil over the cocks standing erect from the toilets.
She gazed at the men, then at the toilet cocks, then at the men again.
�How pleasant it is to be free, to do what comes foremost to mind,�
Song Li sighed. Diane, busy with the girls but hearing Song Li, looked over
at her.
�Yes,� the blonde answered. �I must confess I think often of sex.
There are many handsome young men at work. But I do not always know
what each of them wants. Things must be handled delicately, or one will
get the reputation of a slut.� She glanced down at the girls. �Like these
two,� she laughed.
�They are hoping to avoid sitting on the toilets by sucking on the
gloves,� Song Li said. �They think we will spare them, or at least one of
them, if they win.�
�Perhaps,� Diane agreed. She watched the girls. �What will we do
to the one who loses?� Song Li nodded her head toward the pillows, the
ones they had all been sitting on when they drank their tea. Her riding
crop, black against the white of the pillows, looked forlorn. �Ah. Yes,�
Diane said. �We must not forget to include that little number. But why
did you brink it? We have such things here. They�re in the chest of
drawers over there, behind the horse Samuel built.� She turned her gaze
to the plywood horse, with its sharp v-shaped seat.
�I like the balance,� Song Li said. She squirted more oil on the cocks
sticking up from the toilets. She did the right one first, then the left.
Then she bent down, her breasts swinging free and heavy as she stroked
the dicks with her fingers, smoothing the oil into a bright sheen along the
whole 12-inch length of each one. �Balance is important,� Song Li
continued. �A crop is just a stiff piece of bamboo, wrapped in leather.
But how it feels in one�s hand is what gives it its special quality. I want
each stroke I deliver to be precise. There is an art to it. The blow must
not be too soft, or the girls will think I am teasing. But too hard has its
own downside too. The bottom is to be admired as much as it is to be hurt.
It is the wiggling of the ass, induced by the sting of the crop, that is the
real goal. The salacious, slut-like jerking and bobbing and weaving of the
behind, the contortions of the cheeks, the tightening of the crack as the
crop hits and the reflexive expanding of it, showing the sweet interior.�
�So you are not quite the absolute sadist I imagined,� Diane said.
�Oh I intend to hurt them, let there be no question about that,� Song
Li said. �I am restraining myself, dear. I am making a display of them for
the benefit of the men. Men cannot abide girls� bottoms bleeding. Perhaps
a little blood from the hole, you know, as a result of the girls being too
brutally shafted. But not from the cheeks. Most men do not like that. It is
what you said about the men where you work. What do they want? Some
want a mother. Others want a child. A few want both, in bed with them on
the same night, that they might first fuck the cunt that made the girl, and
then the girl herself. And I have met men who did want to see girls
bloodied. But such connoisseurs are rare. Most are like Ted and Brad,
young and lusty, admiring girls as works of art, to be only lightly ravaged.
But perhaps your Samuel has more refined tastes?�
�More jaded,� Diane laughed. She looked at her husband. He yearned
forth, his cock like a flagpole desperate for a flag. �He is training me
slowly. He has already told me what he will do to me in the fullness of
time.�
�What is that?� Song Li asked, squirting more oil on the cocks in the
toilets. Her generous breasts swayed, her fingers worked. There was
quite enough oil on the cocks by now, it was dripping from the base of
each into its toilet, but Song Li was too absorbed in the conversation to
notice.
�I am to be taken to a prison,� Diane said. �I will have my own cell.
Oh, it�s so horrid! I can barely think of it!� she gasped. She looked at her
husband. He grinned, but otherwise kept his hands by his thighs, letting
himself feel the pain of desire in his cock as he her.
�Tell me more!� Song Li enthused.
�My cell will be separate from the other prisoners,� Diane went on.
�I am to be treated more cruelly than they are.�
�Yes,� Samuel agreed. His grin broadened. Diane put a hand to her
face, as if to keep back the next words. But then she spoke them, through
a lacing of her fingertips across her mouth. �The others, they are
protected by the law,� Diane said. �But I will not be. With me, there will
be nothing but my husband, and his wishes. Whatever He wants done to
me,� Diane said, stressing the word �He� like someone quoting God from
the Bible, �they will do.�
�And what do you want, Samuel?� Song Li asked, realizing at last
that there was enough oil on the cocks in the toilets. She screwed the cap
back on the bottle of oil. She walked toward the hutch, her hips swaying
alluringly. She stopped behind the men. Still wriggling her hips a little,
she wiped her hands clean on the men�s behinds: Ted�s, then Brad�s, finally
Samuel�s.
�I want her whipped. Every day,� Samuel said. He seemed to grow
harder as Song Li�s hands touched his butt. Involuntarily he squeezed his
cheeks. Song Li laughed.
�And you want her penetrated,� Song Li said, admiring the tight line
of Samuel�s behind. �Right here.� She jabbed at Samuel�s tight-creased
ass, in the center of it, where his back hole lurked. His stiff cock
protruded more fully, his hips swaying forward.
�Yes,� Samuel agreed.
�And do you want her branded, darling?� Song Li asked, stroking
Samuel�s bottom now, gently massaging the tight buns.
�Yessss,� Samuel said. His mouth clenched tight. His breath
escaped in a sudden hiss.
�Right here,� Song Li said, touching Samuel�s clenching cheeks.
�Yesss,� Samuel agreed again.
�I should like to see it,� Song Li said. �I should like to be there
when it is done.�
�Alright,� Samuel said. He made to turn around. Song Li gave his
behind a light slap.
�No, sir. Stand still,� Song Li said. �You gentlemen are not here to
fuck. You are to offer yourselves to our eyes, not our cunts. You are to
keep yourselves stiffly displayed, ready for whatever befalls you, be it a
vise or a whip or even a whirring saw.�
�Yes,� Diane agreed. �I�m sure we will end the night as you wish,
but you must survive it first. Stand still like you have been doing and keep
yourselves properly offered.� Song Li walked around in front of the men.
She stared at them.
�They are like knights with their lances,� she said. She reached
inbetween each man�s legs. First she gave Samuel�s balls a squeeze,
causing his upstanding dick to flex and wiggle. A drop of sperm oozed
from it. Song Li smiled and moved to Brad. She clutched at him. He too
offered a drop of himself, flinging it from the tip of his excited cock to
her belly. Again Song Li smiled. Finally she moved to Ted. He groaned as
she took him. �That�s a good boy,� Song Li said. �There are three of you
and only two of us, not counting the girls. You could have us in an instant.
I am aware of that. But I admire your letting us take the lead.�
�Okay,� Ted said. He gasped as Song Li released him.
�And now I am going to give you each something to wear,� Song Li
said. �To make the playing field more even. You will still be naked but I
want each of you to put your hands behind your backs.� Song Li turned to
Diane. �Do you have handcuffs, dear? Big enough for a man?�
�Ah, of course we do,� Diane said. �They are in the chest of
drawers, with the whips. But really I do not think Samuel needs to be
cuffed. What if there is an accident, with the girls?�
�Don�t worry,� Song Li answered. �We will handle it as best we can,
between you and I. The girls are unimportant. They are for the men�s
benefit, children really, to keep the men�s interests rampant by the
promise of forbidden sex.�
�Their dicks are quite hard,� Diane agreed. �Samuel has been a bit
naughty lately, having trouble with himself. But tonight your guests have
him in a pickle... or looking like one!� She laughed.
�Yes,� Song Li agreed. �What is it about men that makes them lust
after children? For my part I resent it. I am young and beautiful, but I am
not a child. The infants among us seem to have the men�s attention
tonight.� She slapped Ted on the behind. �Is that what you like?� she
asked him, pointing to Wendy�s wriggling naked ass.
�You�re the one who brought them along,� Ted answered. Song Li
took hold of his wrists. She drew his hands behind his back.
�Keep them that way until I get the handcuffs,� Song Li told Ted.
�You are a child molester and you deserve to be punished.�
Brad put his own hands behind his back.
�So am I,� Brad said.
�And me too,� Samuel agreed, putting his hands behind his back as
well. Song Li gave a light snort.
�You men just think you�re about to be permitted to fuck,� Song Li
said. �Nonetheless I will do as you ask. But I warn you-- the cuffs will be
tight, while your penises, sticking out in front of you, will have nothing
but air to surround them.�
And so several minutes later found Song Li wearing a police cap
she�d found in one of the drawers, along with her black boots on her legs.
The men were cuffed, presenting themselves to her as she waved her
riding crop in front of their eyes.
�Ah, two young stallions and a well-trained stud,� Song Li said. She
tapped Samuel�s penis lightly with her crop. �Stop looking at those little
girls!� she insisted. For Wendy and Laura, having finished their milk, were
being stood up behind Song Li by Diane.
�That�s good. Good girls,� Diane said. She used a handkerchief she�d
fetched from the hutch to wipe the girls� mouths. Their bellies seemed
slightly distended; they were both full to their eyeballs with milk.
�Oook! That was too much!� Wendy croaked.
�Yes!� Laura agreed. Then, as the handkerchief was passed across
her lips, she asked, �Who won?�
�That will be determined later,� Diane said. �Right now I want you
both on the toilets. The cocks are ready-- I don�t want the oil on them to
dry.�
�Ohhh, no!� Laura and Wendy both cried. They turned their heads and
looked at the cocks, their breasts wobbling on their chests as they moved,
the tips of them wiggling. Ted noticed both girls� nipples grew stiffer as
they looked. The small finger-like points erected themselves even as the
girls� faces showed only terror. Were they somehow lusting after the
cocks? Ted wondered. He knew he would never want to take such a nasty
thing up his behind. But they were females, they had already felt himself
and Brad in their bottoms on that glorious first night at Song Li�s. Could
it be that despite their misgivings, despite the pain they knew they would
have to endure, the girls really did want to grow up and be women? They
would not be children anymore, if they had suffered the complete and
definite insertion of a penis. Brad and Ted had not gotten far in their
squeezing cheeks, leaving them poised between infancy and maturity.
Now, on this night, Song Li promised to see that each girl was completely
opened. She promised to damage them if necessary, to rip them open, so
that they might take a man in their bottom easily and without complaint.
They would still be tight, when they healed, but they would no longer be
virgin-tight.
Diane�s handkerchief, which was a linen handkerchief, was almost
saturated with milk now as she passed it lightly across the girls� breasts.
She had cleaned milk off their faces, off their chins and noses and
foreheads, leaving it matted messily in their hair but smoothing it off
their bare necks and shoulders. The tips of the girls� bosoms grew even
stiffer as they felt the handkerchief pass over them. Diane took the wet
handkerchief and put it down to the girls� bellies.
�There. You are full, aren�t you?� Diane asked softly. Both girls
nodded. �I must get you a little something to wear now,� Diane said.
�Oh, thank you!� Laura gasped.
�I like white panties,� Wendy said. She ran her hands down her slim
hips. �Do you think you have any in my size?� Diane smiled.
�I�ll be back in a sec,� she said. Quickly she hurried to the hutch.
She tossed aside the rubber hoses now, hanging down in front of the
hutch�s glass doors. The milk jugs were empty. They and their hoses had
finished their work. Diane reached into the hutch. She drew out two small
collar-like items. Each one had a ball attached to it. She returned to the
girls. �This is what you will wear,� Diane told the girls. �One for each of
you.�
�What�s that?� Wendy asked, who had never seen such objects
before.
�Oh. My God!� Laura gasped. Diane shushed them both. She slipped
the first ball gag, which had an elastic band, and was already pre-tied in
back, over Laura�s head. She pushed the gag down until the band settled
against the lower part of the back of Laura�s head. She ordered Laura to
open her mouth. The girl did; Diane put the big rubber ball at the front of
the gag between her lips. Watching, Wendy let out a moan of despair. Song
Li, turning away from the men, who were lined up like soldiers, and
hungrily watching, took the other gag out of Diane�s hand. She put it over
Wendy�s head. The blonde tried lifting up her hands to resist but Song Li
scolded her in such a harsh voice that she let her hands fall back down to
their sides.
But Laura was not so easily cowed. Breaking away from Diane, she
yanked the ball gag out of her mouth. She let it drop under her chin. With
the gag hanging limply around her neck, the ball free of her lips, she began
to speak.
�You guys aren�t fair,� Laura said. She put her hands on her hips.
Despite her complete nudity, she had a glint of fire in her eyes. Ted gazed
at her slightly distended belly, full of milk. He looked at her breasts, full
as cantaloupes hanging above her lightly-fleshed ribs. Laura shot Ted a
particularly reproachful glance, as if he, by coming with Wendy to Hong
Kong, were completely responsible for plight. �You keep calling us
children, but we aren�t. We�re both 19!� Laura said defiantly. �Just
because we haven�t done so much doesn�t mean we should be forced to sit
on toilets built like that!� She pointed with her small delicate hand, her
pointing finger as erect as the waiting cocks. �Look at them! They�re
vicious! They�re not real and yet you expect me and Wendy to take them?!�
Ted marveled at the girl. He admired her spunk. He gazed at her full lips,
at her bright flashing eyes, at her long brown hair that spilled down past
the bare pink cheeks of her face. He stared at her slender neck, matched
by the slenderness of her arms and legs, with the ball gag poised under her
chin. He smiled over the sight of her firm uptilted breasts bouncing and
wobbling with her every breath.
�You must do as you are told,� Ted said to the girl.
�Yes,� Diane agreed. Wendy stared at Laura. The ball gag in her
mouth was still obediently stuffed in. It made her look like a lost child
who had tried jamming a giant gumball into her mouth.
Song Li eased close to Laura. The brunette jerked backward. Her
naked breasts bounced. The ball gag under her chin wobbled. Song Li
caught her by her elbow.
�Do you wish to resist?� Song Li asked the brunette. The girl
seemed to crumple under the heat of the Asian woman�s stare.
�I- I just think it isn�t fair, that�s all,� Laura replied.
�Young maidens like yourself used to be sacrificed,� Song Li said to
the girl. �The prettiest girls in the village were reserved for the God. I
on the other hand propose only to sacrifice your bottoms. To make you
mature. And yet you resist...� Song Li replaced the gag in Laura�s mouth.
And then she turned the girl, and guided her toward the toilets. Diane
grasped Wendy, taking her by the arm and escorting her, Ted thought, like a
father might escort a bride down the church aisle to her new husband. Ted
felt himself grow stiffer. It seemed impossible, he was so hard already,
but he could feel the increased pumping of blood through his cock, its
newly aroused fever pitch of excitement, hotter even than what he�d felt
just moments before.
�Sit,� Song Li said to Laura. It was then that Ted noticed, for the
first time, the insidious device laid in front of each toilet. It was a block
of wood, small but with angled sides, and heavy-looking, that forced
Laura, as she drew close to the toilet, to open her legs. She would not be
able to squat down with her ankles together. The angled block prevented
that. She would have to straddle the block, and then ease herself down.
Ted watched as Laura�s legs opened. She might have said something as she
turned and showed her muff to the men, hiding her bottom from them
except for its reflection in the mirror behind the commodes, but the gag in
Laura�s mouth blocked all but the tiniest mewls. �Good. Legs apart. Now
sit,� Song Li ordered.
Laura threw back her hands. Gradually, as Diane brought Wendy up,
and forced her to open her legs in turn, Laura eased herself down. Her
hands came to rest on the porcelain seat of the toilet, near the back of it,
as her open thighs hovered over the center. Suddenly Laura felt the dildo
sticking up from the toilet touch against her bottom. Ted guessed it must
have touched her right in her crack, perhaps even nudging against her anus,
for the girl shot up. As she stood up abruptly Wendy, at the same moment,
began to descend. The next few minutes were like watching a pair of
ridiculous jumping jacks, or the clowns that pop out of tin boxes, as each
girl attempted to make her peace with her dildo. It was a foreign object;
despite its heavy coating of oil it did not go in easily to a place so unused
to penetration. The girls mouths gaped. They wished to speak but the ball
gags kept them silenced. They could not even reach up to remove the gags
with their hands since their arms, tiring quickly, were too busy pressed
against the toilet seat, keeping them from impaling themselves. When the
girls stood they clasped their bottoms, like children holding tight pressed
balloons, lest the wind tear them away.
�That is a good start,� Song Li said, her voice suddenly gentle. She
held Laura by the shoulder as the girl stood up yet again. Diane looked
over at the Asian woman, her own hand on Wendy�s shoulder.
�You sound almost generous,� Diane said. Wendy quivered under her
touch.
�Belive me, I am not,� Song Li said. �I am only complimenting them
before the final denouement. Look, their arms hang more limply. They are
weary now of having to hold themselves aloft. Down again, Laura. Do not
resist so much. Let the thing slide in you and tear you. Get it over with
quickly. You are too tense.�
Down Laura went again, as the men, their cocks wanton, watched
with lurid gazes. The brunette could barely hold herself up now, as she
pressed her hands to the back of the toilet�s seat. Wendy, descending
again beside her, gave a sudden cry. The blonde plopped down. The dildo
jammed into her. There was laughter as everyone looked at Wendy, even
the thigh-straining Laura, still holding herself up. The blonde�s eyes
rolled in her head as her mouth became a ball-stuffed rictus of pain. She
was stuck on the cock! It was half in her, half out of her, with her hands
futilely pressing down on the toilet seat, too tired to lift herself up.
�Good. Very good,� Song Li said. The Asian woman clapped. Wendy,
already looking dumbfounded and terrified, began to cry. Tears streamed
down her cheeks.
�Mmmm. It hurt,� Diane said. She bent down and kissed the naked
girl, her own slumbrous breasts moving gently as she kissed Wendy�s ball
gag. Wendy�s breasts tossed to and fro as she struggled and tried to rise.
She looked as if she were on a boat in the ocean, but she was instead stuck
quite fast to land.
�Oooommmfffp!� Laura, beside Wendy, suddenly announced through
her gag. Ted swore he heard a sound as of a veil tearing, but he couldn�t be
sure. Diane looked between Wendy�s legs. She saw blood in the toilet
water. Gazing more closely, she saw that the blood was trickling down
the shaft stuck partway up Wendy�s behind.
�She has torn her mucosa,� Diane announced, as if declaring the tally
in a horse race.
�Good. It will heal, but her anal ring will become more accustomed
to having itself yanked wide open,� Song Li said. Diane put a hand to her
face. She looked worried.
�You don�t think she actually tore her anal ring?� Diane asked the
Asian.
�No,� Song Li said. She put her hands on the squatting Laura�s
shoulders. She forced the girl down more. Laura�s eyes sprang wide. Ted
pitied her as she looked as if she were having a wayward turd shoved back
up inside her. �It is probably just the mucosa,� Song Li said. �The lining
of the rectum is very fragile. It was made to expel soft turds, not to have
things like stiff cocks shoved up it. But whatever is torn will heal. Yet
the experience will remain with her, in her mind and in the way her
bottom responds. She will never again be quite so resistant as she was
tonight.�
Within fifteen minutes, the girls were completely impaled. Song Li
wanted them to bounce themselves up and down on the cocks but the girls
just sat, their eyes full of wonder, gagged but otherwise looking like two
penitents afflicted with an extraordinary case of constipation. Ted pulled
at his handcuffs. Never in his life had he so wanted to spend as now. The
girls were opened! He could use either of them a little more freely now,
working himself in their bottomholes at his leisure, or if not at his
leisure at least with the assurance, he hoped, of actually getting himself
all the way up inside them.
�They will have to sit like this every day for awhile,� Song Li
remarked to Diane. �It will accustom them more to the necessity of being
receptive.�
�And when they are 40 they will visit a doctor to get themselves
tightened again,� Diane laughed.
�Yes. But that is in the future,� Song Li said. �For now it is a
matter of making them open to the male.� She turned to Samuel. �May I
use your little black box, sir? The one lying over there on the pillows. I
would like to get the girls moving a little, by wiggling the stiff things
that are jammed up their behinds.�
�Ah yes. The ride of the century,� Samuel remarked. �Be gentle, I
beg you. I don�t want to see them hurt too badly.�
�Of course,� Song Li said. But Ted wasn�t sure he trusted her.
�No!� Ted called out. �They have had enough for today. You will ruin
them. For God�s sake, woman. They are already bleeding.�
Song Li looked at Diane. The two women smiled. �Alright Ted,� Song
Li said at last, still looking at Diane. �Then it is time, I think, for you
men to discover how much the girls love you.�
�Huh?� Ted asked. He looked at Brad and the other young man was
equally puzzled, both of them offering their dicks, quite involuntarily now,
to be pillaged.
Ted found out what Song Li meant a moment later. Diane pulled the
ball gags out of Wendy and Laura�s mouths. Ted and Brad were presented
to the girls, and despite the girls� refusal, their mouths were forced to
accept, after a quick gulp of air, Ted and Brad�s cocks.
�Yes! Bite them if you wish!� Song Li urged the girls. �It is their
pleasure that has brought you your pain.�
Ted groaned. Brad let out something akin to a scream. But neither
man, despite Song Li�s sudden urging, could bring himself to yank his cock
out of the girls. Each man sank deeper, Ted into Laura, Brad into Wendy.
The girls� mouths were small and wet. They were dwelling places of heat
and saliva, and quick tongues that found themselves suddenly stilled as
the men�s meat plowed in. Ted felt Laura�s teeth scrape his cock. He
broke into a sweat. But the girl didn�t bite him, despite the fact that she
was being forced for his pleasure to sit on a big hard penis. It was the
same with Wendy. She didn�t bite down, despite the unwillingness of her
mouth. Was it because Ted and Brad were so large, dislocating the girls�
jaws? They didn�t actually do that, Ted reflected, but they certainly split
the girls� mouths to a mind-numbing extent. Perhaps it was just the shock
of being impaled at both ends. Or perhaps, Ted told himself in later days,
the girls had really wanted it, loving it despite the pain it brought,
knowing that it would make them women.
Later that evening, after resting on the pillows, they put the girls
again on the toilets. The shock of having their bottoms impaled again sent
the girls almost into shock. Both of them cried as they felt the long
members slide up into their guts. They were a little less resistant now,
Ted noted, but the change was small, owing in part to the pain the girls
felt as their already damaged mucosas suffered yet more harm.
The next day, after a long rest in bed, the six guests assembled in
Diane and Samuel�s dining room. It was a formal dining room. But they all
dined naked, even the girls, who sat on big soft pillows so as to cause no
further harm to their bottoms. Ted sat with his penis stiff between his
legs. He had ejaculated the previous night, first in Laura�s mouth and then
later in Wendy�s, when the girls sat on the toilets again, but otherwise he
had not had sex. Nor had Brad, except for what the girls� mouths had
provided. Only Samuel had been milked in the traditional way, fucking
both Song Li and Diane on the pillows while Brad and Ted, handcuffed,
were forced to watch. Song Li was teasing him, testing him, Ted reckoned.
She wanted to keep him as hard as she could, letting him have only a little
relief.
The girls, sitting at the table, were forced to wear handcuffs. Ted
and Brad�s hands were free. The men were forced to feed the girls their
breakfast. The girls wore bibs around their necks. Their ball gags, which
they wore continuously now, when they were not eating, hung loosely
under their chins and under their shielding bibs.
�After dinner we shall play a game,� Song Li said. She looked at
Diane. The blonde woman nodded. Wendy, who was just accepting a
forkful of roast turkey from Brad, nearly gagged. Laura fared little better,
nearly choking on potato salad Ted was spooning into her mouth.
�The girls seem discomforted by your suggestion,� Ted said to Song
Li.
�It is a simple game,� Song Li replied. �Three milk bottles will be
placed into a small hole in the floor. Each one will be cold, with a straw
sticking up from it. I will turn on a radio. When I turn it off, the girls
must stop what they�re doing.�
�And what will they be doing?� Brad asked. He used a corner of
Wendy�s bib to wipe turkey dressing off of her lips.
�They will be racing from bottle to bottle, sucking down the milk,�
Song Li said. When I turn the radio off, we will see which of them has
less milk in her bottle, meaning, whichever one her face is closest to.
That one will be spared. But the one with the fuller bottle will receive a
whack on the ass with a paddle.�
Wendy glanced at Laura. The two of them each made a face.
�The girls do not seem to appreciate your inventiveness,� Ted told
Song Li. �Perhaps we have done enough to their bottoms. Their mucosas
are still healing. I would not want to see either of them harmed any more,
particularly in such a private and intimate spot.� The two teens looked at
Ted. Relief showed on their faces.
�You mean in their bottom holes?� Song Li asked.
�Yes,� Ted said. �And on the seats of their pretty, perfect round
asses. Really, they do not need a paddling. They have been through a great
deal in the past day. I am in awe of their bravery.� Laura turned her face
to Ted. Lightly she kissed him on the cheek.
�I am in complete agreement,� Brad said, and momentarily received
a gravy-lipped kiss from Wendy.
Song Li frowned. �You men are weak,� she said. �But don�t take it
hard. All men are weak. They hold females in too much esteem,
particularly the youngest females,� she said. �The girls needed to feel the
pain of having their buttholes torn on the dildos. By experiencing the pain,
they will be more receptive in the future. They will more readily open to
the male penis, rather than re-experience the pain of being torn. And they
will prefer the discomfort of a bottom fucking to the pain that would
occur if they resisted the entry. So you see,� Song Li said, brushing back
her black hair. �Diane and I have benefitted you men by torturing these
girls. But of course you and the children are ungrateful,� she added,
glancing at the two teens.
�My bottom hurts!� Wendy protested, speaking for the first time at
the table.
�Mine too!� Laura chimed in.
�I will not tolerate this, girls,� Song Li answered. �Children are to
be seen and not heard.�
�Yes,� Diane agreed.
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breasts tossing to and fro
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