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                                  Andrew Roller Presents
                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                      PARTY PUSSIES

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                                        Chapter Five
 
         We had a good cry.  We didn�t dare rub ourselves as we cried, for 
Eveline stood over us the whole while, watching our bare wriggling bodies.  
Bethany and I hugged each other.  We kissed.  As the pain in our nipples 
subsided we opened our mouths to each other and French-kissed.  When at 
last I rolled off Bethany, I felt a sense of relief.  I was still hungry in my 
snatch but, for the moment at least, the emotions welling up within me 
had caused my womb to feel less empty.  I lay with my legs apart, looking 
up at Eveline.  Contritely, I kept my hands far away from my pussy.  
Tenderly I stroked my injured nipples.  They felt okay, just burning now.  
Bethany patted hers, said something incoherent about needing a baby to 
suck them to make them all better.
         �Both you girls will have plenty to do tonight,� Eveline told us.  
�Don�t think this house is a nunnery.  Far from it.  Now, I expect you both 
to be good during the day.  I suppose I could whack your hands or your feet, 
if you�re bad, but you�ve both got such pretty, small hands, and such 
perfect toes and feet, that I�m not fond of the idea of hurting them.  And 
your breasts are treasures.  Please don�t make me have to punish them 
again.�
         �Yes, Eveline,� Bethany chimed.  She looked up a the woman with 
warm, open eyes.  I think she felt as I did, that we�d been bad and gotten 
just what we deserved.  Girls like us shouldn�t lie around the house 
diddling with our pussies.  You�d think we were like those awful men on 
the Internet, jacking off all day writing stories!  Or, worse perhaps, like 
the boys with hard cocks who read them.
         �There is one more rule you must learn,� Eveline said.  She smiled, a 
bit wickedly, I thought, savoring what she must tell us.  �I did not require 
this before because you were both so new, and there was so much going on.  
But things will be more private now.  More intimate.  That is what you 
both wanted, wasn�t it?  A place where you could show yourselves, your 
fresh, blooming new bodies, and have them admired.  Where you could 
touch and be touched.  Where you could be free to be young females, not 
burdened with homework and stupid rules, like not being late for school, 
and having to stay late after if you are.�  
         Eveline twirled her crop in her fingers, using it as a pointer, it 
seemed, except it was pointing up at the ceiling.  �Here, everything is 
physical,� Eveline said.  �Like just now.  Your disobedience was sexual in 
nauture, and so was your punishment.  This is how it will always be here.  
Any homework you have will be sexually based, and paid off with sexual 
services.  But always there will be the intimacy, the tenderness, even if 
you must be shown a better way than you know.  A more perfect way of 
acting, more complete, more inspired.  Really, I wish all girls could come 
here and stay with me!  How awful it is that the world messes up their 
minds, and deprives them of the very pleasures they should enjoy!�
         Bethany and I stared up at her.  It was nice listening to Eveline�s 
voice, when she wasn�t angry with us.  I couldn�t understand completely 
her philosophies, but I did know this:  Bethany and I were better off than 
girls who lived in drab suburbs, where everyone had to conform; to silly 
things, useless things, work and school and even, for some, going to 
school.  What did graduation from schoo get you?  From elementary school, 
junior high.  From junior high, high school.  From high school, college.  
From college, you then had to get a professional degree.  That�s if you 
wanted to make a decent living.  And then, of course, the decent living 
wasn�t just handed to you.  You had to go work for it.  And when you were 
all done working you were 65-years-old, and retired.
         I did not want to wait that long to taste life.  Bethany and I would 
taste it here, a little.  Then I was sure we would go home, but as wiser 
females, knowing the true nature of life.  I had no doubt Malthus would 
replace us with new girls the first night we were gone.
         But for the moment, we were here, and rather enjoying ourselves, I 
thought, though sometimes things did get a little tense.  But in the 
tenseness there was pleasure, a kind of taut pleasure that erupted out of 
your womb when it finally came, as if it would split your legs completely 
apart and leave your belly and breasts a smoldering ruin.
         �Kiss the crop,� Eveline was saying to me.  I hadn�t realized.  I�d 
become lost in my thoughts, like when I dreamed Malthus cloned me and 
killed me every week for his wicked, insane pleasure; killing himself also 
when he got too old to continue, then rebirthing himself, from a cloning 
vat, without any need of a woman�s womb.  I was still glad I lived in a 
world where babies, at least for a little while longer, had to come out 
between my legs if they were to be born into this world.
         �Kiss the crop,� Eveline said again.  She touched my lips with it.
         I cupped my hands over my breasts.  Lightly I extended my tongue.  I 
didn�t like doing this.  My nipples still burned from where the crop, quite 
impolitely, had kissed me.  Yet I offered my lips to it and planted a kiss on 
its rigid stem.  Then, extending my tongue, I licked at its hard leather 
sheath.  I don�t know why I did that.  But the leather felt manly, against 
my tongue.  Perhaps I wanted it to be a cock.
         Bethany, a little frightened, kissed the crop after me.  Then Eveline 
ordered us both to stand.
         �Be good, girls,� Eveline said.  �I really don�t want to have to punish 
you.  God knows, you�ll both get plenty of that this evening!�
         �Oh, no!� Bethany cried.  She took her hands from her breasts and 
clapped them behind herself, to her bare bottom.  Eveline eyed her stiff 
nipples.  Immediately Bethany thumped her hands over her bosoms again, 
but now her bottom was unprotected!
         �It pays to behave, Bethany, doesn�t it?� Eveline said, noticing how 
terribly vulnerable the poor 12-year-old was.
         �Yes,� Bethany said.  Tears sprang from her eyes.  But they rolled 
down her cheeks silently, only causing her bosoms to heave just a little, 
for she was still hungry between her legs, as was I.  We stood with our 
legs apart, not allowed to close them, and not really wanting to, either.
         Outside it was warm and sunny, and we played in the garden after 
lunch.  Bethany found a worm in the flower bed.  She was afraid of it, yet 
studied it like the wriggling small boy�s cock it appeared to me to 
resemble.  I managed to pick it up.
         Bethany shrieked.  I chased her with the worm dangling from my 
fingertips.  She ran round the flower bed once and then, seeing Eveline at 
the door, she darted inside.  I followed her into the cool of the house, still 
holding the worm.
         I dropped the worm when I saw Malthus sitting in the parlor.  He was 
perfectly dressed, in a new suit.  Bethany and I were naked.  
         �Oh, Malthus!  Save me!  Lisa has a WORM!� Bethany shouted.  Without 
any affectation of modesty, the girl leapt onto Malthus�s knee.  She 
straddled it and, no sooner had she mounted him, than she began to rub her 
bare pussy against his leg.
         I was on Malthus almost as quickly as Bethany.  I think the maid 
came into the room and picked up the worm, but I didn�t notice, for I busily 
rubbed my slit against Malthus� leg, just as Bethany was doing.  Here, at 
last, was a man!  We were both quite ready for him, I�m afraid.  We were 
sure that, like some boy in high school, we could seduce off his pants the 
minute we showed an interest in him.
         However, Malthus was not a mere high school boy.  Perhaps that�s 
why we teased him so boldly.  He regarded us with interest, a boner 
popping up between his trousered legs, pushing at his fly.  But he showed 
no hurry in meeting our demands.  Instead, he simply caressed our long 
hair.  He lifted it in great bunches, as if inspecting woven coils of gold.  
Bethany and I, feeling a little frustrated, ground our slits ever more 
fiercely against his legs.  We were like dogs, panting for our master.  Our 
bosoms, sharp and hard, bounced playfully on our chests, inviting his eyes, 
but not his hands.  They kept caressing our long, waist-length manes of 
hair.
         �How�s Steve?� I asked at length, hoping to tease Malthus.  If he 
wouldn�t give us what we needed, I was sure Steve would.  I began to think 
we should have simply taken him home to my bedroom, instead of letting 
him bring us all the way down to this strange house in Mexico.
         �Steve is getting quite a workout,� Malthus answered.  �He�s not 
here right now, but perhaps he�ll be back.�  He smelled my hair.  It was 
freshly washed with Suave shampoo and smelled of strawberries.  Bethany 
had used cherry Suave on her hair.
         Malthus let go of our hair.  He passed his hands down under our nude 
bottoms and palmed their cheeks.  Bethany and I kept humping him.  He felt 
the eagerness of our bottoms as we worked them back and forth, Bethany 
and I each sliding our slit up and down one of his legs.  We were beginning 
to leave visible trails of moisture on his white trousers.
         �Girls,� Malthus said.  �Haven�t I instructed Eveline not to let you 
play outside in the nude?  You�re to be naked indoors, but outside you must 
both wear panties, and bras, to protect your private parts from the sun.�  
He squeezed one of my bottomcheeks, and both of Bethany�s, for her ass 
was smaller than mine and could still be pleasantly cupped in one of his 
hands.  �Perhaps you would both be more conscious of your bottoms if you 
had some marks on them,� Malthus said.  �Then you wouldn�t expose them 
so willingly to the sun.�
         �Noooo!� Bethany breathed.  But she put her mouth to Malthus�s chest 
and sucked hard at his coat, as if to find sustenance, somehow, upon it.  I 
put my cheek to Malthus� chest and felt my bottom swell out more grandly 
behind me.  His finger diddled within my furrow, found my hole.  I yelped.  
Bethany gave a cry as Malthus wedged a finger into her own hiney and 
touched it against her hole.
         �Yes, girls,� Malthus said.  Freely he dug at our holes a little, 
exploring our virgin bottoms.  �I think you both need a little more training 
in this matter.  Some men are coming.  Guests of mine.  Both of you go 
upstairs and put on your best bikinis.  There are some provided in your 
dresser, are there not?�
         �Yes, Malthus,� Bethany, to my surprise, said, still mouthing his coat 
with her lips wide apart.  The pressure of her mouth against her coat 
muffled her voice.  Perhaps she hoped she could agree to his demand yet 
muffle her response to the point of inaudibility by putting her mouth so 
hard against him.
         �I don�t want any men,� I said.  I felt Malthus� finger exploring just 
within the aperture of my virgin bottom hole and it felt strangely 
wonderful, being so exposed on this man�s leg.  I wished he would make me 
take the dildo he�d made Steve take up his ass or, better yet, his 
considerable cock.  I�d seen him displaying it upon the bed the other night, 
but had too many men upon me to have it for myself.  I really didn�t want 
another repitition of that other night.  It had been unique, my first time, 
but now I wanted something more intimate and personal.
         Malthus had forbidden the men on that other night to have our 
bottoms.  Now, still virgin there, I was curious to feel what it was like to 
be penetrated.  I know it was naughty and unladylike, but I actually 
jammed myself backward, farther than my humping usually took me, so 
that Malthus, caught off guard, found himself embedded in me up to the 
first knuckle of his finger.
         �Well, I do believe they�re both quite frisky this afternoon,� Eveline 
laughed from the doorway.  I blushed.  I shoved my hips forward a little.  
Malthus� finger escaped my bottom.  I felt the warm pressure of his palm 
still, however.  He patted my naked ass.
         �These girls are not to show their privates outdoors,� Malthus said 
to Eveline.
         �I�m sorry,� Eveline said.  Her voice was sheepish, her throat 
suddenly sounded tight.
         �When you are put in charge of others, it�s not simply for the 
purpose of flattering your ego,� Malthus said to Eveline.  His voice sounded 
stern.  I wished to still my hips on his leg, for I was suddenly scared.  But 
I felt enormously impassioned by his sudden rage and worked my hips even 
harder against him!  Bethany too, fearing we both might be punished, 
seemed compelled by this thought to persuade Malthus to vent his rage 
between our legs.
         �Go into our bedroom,� Malthus said to Eveline.  �Take off the 
clothes I�ve bought for you and put them away.  Get on our bed and stand on 
it, facing the wall.  Put the riding crop I equipped you with to keep these 
girls in line, and lay it behind you.  On the sheets.  I want the bed undone, 
the covers pulled down, neatly.  And I want to find you standing there, 
waiting for me.  Lock your hands into the manacles we played with last 
night, when I tied you up and kissed your bottom.  You won�t be kissed by 
my lips tonight, not before I�ve retrained you.  Do it now, woman!�  
Mathus�s shout made Bethany and I duck our heads, it was so loud and 
commanding.  I felt I�d mounted a lion then, and was afraid, for I had wet 
his pants with my love juices.
         �Either that, or you�re free to leave.  Perhaps I will make one of 
these girls mistress instead,� Malthus said with a snarl to Eveline.
         I kissed Malthus� chest.  Any other man would fear a woman like 
Eveline, especially in America, where a woman could bring down a man 
with a mere whisper, especially if she whispered about girls like Bethany 
and me, underage girls, �minor children.�  Yet here, sitting throne-like in 
his chair, Malthus was fearless.  He was wanted by the Mexican police for 
killing any number of them, but he�d bought of those who still lived, 
ensuring his safety.  Every day drugs flowed north into the United States, 
I�d heard the maid say to the gardener, and Malthus had a price on his head, 
put there by our government.  He might do hard time someday, or die in the 
electric chair, but it wouldn�t be for fooling around with little Bethany 
and me.  He had too many other crimes to his name.
         Eveline left the room.  I heard her walk to the their bedroom and she 
shut the door.  I kissed Malthus� chest repeatedly.  I rubbed my slit hard on 
his leg.  I know it sounds stupid, but his power intoxicated me.  Especially 
when he displayed it so rawly, as now, to Eveline.  I felt small and utterly 
vulnerable in his presence, yet somehow safe, as long as I obeyed him.  
Would he make me mistress of the house in Eveline�s place?  Surely little 
Bethany couldn�t take on such a job.  She was still afraid of worms.
         Malthus lifted my head off my chest.  He could have simply yanked on 
my hair, but instead he worked his hand down beneath my chin, cupped it, 
and lifted my face very gently.  He did the same with Bethany.  He looked 
each of us squarely in the eye.
         �I have some very small bikinis I bought in town today,� Malthus 
said to us both.  �In truth, I didn�t buy them for you.  They were bought for 
two girls, girls of a friend of mine, who I expect will visit me this 
weekend.  I expected you both to be gone by this weekend and it was 
intended as a gift for them, to get them started, you know, sexually.  But I 
think I should rather see the two of you in them,� Malthus said.  �Would 
you like to try on my new bikinis?�
         I shuddered.  Here I was, wetting this man�s leg with my love juices, 
and already he was planning to replace me with someone else.  Yet the 
very power he had, to swap girls in and out of his life so easily, made me 
even more drawn to him.  He was so effortless in his power, so complete, 
so smoothe and, yes, so deadly too, I feared, killing men without any 
second thoughts about it.  (For, indeed, if they had the opportunity, they 
would kill him with no second thoughts either.)
         �Oh, Malthus!  You are so wicked!� I cried.  I wriggled my face from 
his cupping hand and threw my arms around his neck.  I kissed his cheek 
hard.  It was smooth-shaved, but I could taste his aftershave and a new 
growth of beard sprouting just below the shaved skin.  Polly, copying me, 
tossed her arms about his head and crushed her nude breasts to his 
suitcoat.  She kissed him as passionately as I, although, being littler, I 
don�t think she was as moved by his power.  She just didn�t want me 
getting ahead of her in loving him, and in seeking his love.
         Casually Malthus picked up a cell phone off the table beside his 
chair.  Letting us kiss him, he dialed a number into the phone.  He used just 
the thumb of his hand that held the phone, effortless in his movements, as 
always.
         �Benson?  Have Verajick know that the girls are quite ready,� 
Malthus said as we continued to kiss him.  �Yes, yes, quite.  I�m dressing 
them right now.  Tell him to hurry, or I�ll be quite indisposed by the time 
he and Robin and Jake get here.  And there won�t be anything left for them, 
and I�ll have no apologies.  Their money be damned,� Malthus said.
         Was Malthus selling us to other men?  I had no idea.  I felt, though, 
somehow, deep down, that he wouldn�t truly let anything bad happen to us.  
This I understood on some unconscious level, down where my womb was.  I 
couldn�t explain it.  It sounds silly, saying it now, but I just felt, 
somewhere deep down in my belly, that Malthus would not let any harm 
come to us, no matter what happened.  Yet the thought of meeting strange 
men, men who might be given permission to have their way with Bethany 
and me, was frighteningly exciting.  I didn�t know what to do but keep 
kissing Malthus.  But I stilled my hips, for I was, indeed, angry at him for 
inviting other men into our intimate affairs.
         When Malthus clicked off his phone, and put it down, I lifted my face 
from his.  His face was large, swarthy, manly.  Mine was small and had 
youthfully puffy cheeks and an elf-like nose, with wide eyes.  He saw the 
worry in my eyes.
         �Don�t worry,� Malthus said.  He lifted my long mane of hair and 
caressed it like a father might, though he gazed at my white bosoms at the 
same time.  �You may find this evening rather... amusing,� Malthus smiled.  
�You will find that it is not only the female who has to experience pain in 
my house.  Do you remember what I did to Steven?�
         �Yes,� I said.  He looked at my breasts, at my hard nipples, as he 
spoke to me.  It frightened me, watching him watch the jiggling of my 
nude breasts, but I could not get him to lift his eyes again to my face.
         �Yes,� Malthus said, rather distractedly.  �Anyhow, these men.  I 
have not met them before.  But I know a female doctor in town and she�s 
checked them out thoroughly.  I would not trouble you with males who 
were unsuitable.  Or myself, actually.  We shall see tonight what these 
men are made of, you and I and Bethany.  Does that sound pleasant, or 
not?�
         �Only if you are there,� I said to Malthus.  I feared him, yet his 
demeanor continued to attract me.  Perhaps I was as a moth, drawn to the 
flame.
         �Can we have some candy at the party?� Bethany asked.  
         Malthus looked at her.  Eveline, no doubt, would have given her a 
withering glance, hoping to inspire her to shed her childish ways, but 
Malthus, after a pause, laughed indulgently.  �You shall be my official 
taster,� Malthus said to Bethany.  �Do you like popsicles?�
         �Mmmm, yes!� Bethany declared.  She rubbed her soft belly with her 
hand.
         �Then you shall have three of them and, if you�re very lucky, a fourth 
as well,� Malthus told her.  �And you�ll have to taste all of them.  How 
does that sound?�
         �Yummy!� Bethany said.  I knew Malthus had something a little more 
sinister than actual popsicles in mind, but I said nothing.  Let it be his 
little trick on her.  I guessed, seeing how wet she�d made his pants leg, 
that she might actually enjoy it.  I knew I would, if she didn�t.  I felt 
wanton.  I wished Malthus would admire my breasts again.  
         �Go upstairs, both of you,� Malthus said to us.  �Ask the maid for 
your swimsuits.  They are, ah, rather brief, not quite for swimming, but 
they�ll do fine for serving liquor to the men at our party.�
         Pulsing with excitement, I raced Bethany upstairs.  I knew Malthus 
had something utterly wicked in mind with those swimsuits.  I felt like a 
prisoner awaiting execution.  Yet in my dread I felt a sense of hope, for I 
knew I wouldn�t awaken in the morning needing to rub myself on a man�s 
leg, like some bitch in heat.  I would be fulfilled.  I was sure of that.
         �This swimsuit is about the size of a postage stamp,� Bethany 
whined, as we both stood in our bedroom a half hour later.  The maid had 
insisted on our bathing before we could have the suits.  We were hot and 
moist from playing outside, and on Malthus� legs.  We washed each other in 
the tub, but the maid watched, making sure we didn�t find too much 
pleasure in it.  I longed for Eveline, but she was downstairs, awaiting 
Malthus� punishment.  After our bath we had to do our own hair, sitting 
side by side in front of the vanity mirror.  I think Bethany missed Eveline 
too.  She whispered to me that we should sneak down and see her, but I 
told her �no,� there was too much chance Malthus would catch us and we�d 
have to join her.
         �Well, I suppose this is a rather small bikini,� I agreed with 
Bethany.  I stood next to the bed, nude, but with my hair done up perfectly 
and my eyes and lips properly painted.  I examined the small wad of 
strings and cloth the maid had placed in my hand.  She stood in the door to 
our bedroom, supervising.  She urged us to hurry, but did not help us.  
         I struggled to figure out, first of all, which was the bra and which 
was the panty.  The bra, certainly, could be identified by the fact that it 
had two cups.  But the panties were as insidious as I�d feared.  There was 
no crotch strap between the front panty panel and the back, just a string.  
In addition, the �bra,� such as it must be, didn�t have regular bra cups.  
There was no form or shape to them.  They were just twin triangles of 
silk.  It was expensive silk, no doubt about that, from the feel of it.  But 
distinguishing two non-bra cups from two panty panels connected by only 
a string was quite difficult.  I looked at Bethany.  Had she figured these 
wicked bikinis out?
         �I think you put the bra around your waist,� I advised her.  I was 
beginning to understand these things, looking at her.
         �You mean I�m wearing my bra as my panties?� Bethany asked in 
alarm.
         �Yes, I think so,� I said.  I heard the maid suppress a laugh.
         �Ooops!  Guess I�ll have to try it the other way,� Bethany confessed.  
She blushed.  I blushed too, for I was no better off than she in the attire 
department.  Downstairs, I heard male voices and realized our guests had 
arrived.  There seemed to be a woman with them.  
         Finally attired correctly, in our bikinis, Bethany and I trooped 
downstairs.  We each had been given new heels to match our bikinis.  They 
were open-toed.  In addition, though I didn�t like it at all, the maid had 
forced Bethany and I to accept ankle straps and wrist straps on our limbs.  
They had rings in them that could be pressed into each other, locking one 
wrist strap to the other, or a wrist strap to an ankle strap, or the one�s 
ankles together.  The maid had also forced us to accept slim dog�s collars 
around our throats.  These had rings on them too, and I guessed my wrist 
straps would click into the collar just as easily as they would click shut 
against the straps on my ankles.  I wished the material in the straps could 
have been used to make our bikinis bigger.
         �Oooh, I can feel it rubbing my spot!� Bethany said in a hushed voice 
to me as we descended the stairs.  Malthus was sitting in the living room, 
close enough to the stairs to see us descend.  I saw with a blush that three 
handsome young men, and a young woman, were arranged in chairs around 
him.  All of them were smoking cigars, even the woman, and there was 
already a pall of fine tobacco smoke in the room.
         �I can feel it too,� I scolded Bethany.  They were watching us.  I 
didn�t want to discuss my cunt with her, not here, on the steps, in full 
view of them.  But the string meant to attach my panty panels was rubbing 
me up between our legs, just as hers was doing.  I felt wet.  I wished I 
could just leave the panties off, rather than endure the constant rubbing 
of the string within my most private lips.  But there was no chance of 
that.  Malthus wanted us dressed, sexily, with our hair pinned up and our 
eyes and lips sparkling.  We were dolled up for his party and I knew that, 
for a little while, it would be demanded that we show off our new bikinis 
that Malthus had bought us.  He seemed quite proud of them, by the look in 
his eyes.  Why, I have no idea.  They were torture to wear!  Perhaps that 
was the reason he liked them.
         �Yes, you look lovely, girls,� Malthus said, when we�d come down the 
stairs.  We stood before him, figeting, hoping for once in our lives that we 
could undress in front of strangers.  The men gazed at us nonchalantly, but 
there was fire in their eyes.  I glanced at their crotches and saw their 
passion was already visible there.  
         The woman seemed mysterious.  She had blonde hair, like me, but she 
was older, perhaps 20.  She wore a blouse and a loose, slim bow-tie that 
was tied round her neck but flopped down onto her chest.  Her bosoms 
filled her blouse.  I guessed any bra she�d worn had already been removed, 
for her breasts moved easily under her blouse whenever she puffed on her 
cigar.
         The woman drew a small cap off her head.  Much of her blonde hair 
had been piled underneath the cap and, with a quick shake of her head, it 
tumbled down round her face.  
         �May they dance?� the woman asked Malthus.  She looked at him.  �I 
should like to see them both dance.�
         �Put on your favorite CD then,� Malthus replied.  He gestured at the 
CD player not far from where they sat.  It was connected to four giant 
speakers.  �And,� he added.  �Since you have made a request of me, and I�ve 
honored it, do me a favor.  Show us your considerable bosom, so that we 
might get things underway more quickly.�
         The woman placed her cigar neatly into an ashtray beside her chair.  
With a single tug she undid her floppy bow tie.  She turned and draped it 
backwards around Malthus� neck, so that it pressed to the front of his 
throat, the ends dangling down his back.  Malthus laughed.  He removed the 
tie and put it into the ash tray next, in a small pile, next to the burning 
cigar.  Ash from the burning cigar fell upon it.  
         The woman grinned.  She had pretty white teeth.  She began 
unbuttoning her blouse.  Bethany and I watched, curious as the others to 
see her disrobe.  She had fine large bosoms and as she undid her blouse 
they expanded into our view.  At last she drew open her blouse and they 
spilled out.  They were mother�s bosoms, large and full, as if with milk.  
They were perfectly white and I could spot, vaguely, a network of veins 
softly running under the skin, all of them running down to her nipples, 
which poked up from her bosoms quite lustily.  I remembered Eveline�s 
crop on the breasts of Bethany and myself and wished, wickedly, that I 
could smack this woman�s fine, enviable breasts with it.
         �Hers are even bigger than yours!� Bethany said to me.  I cupped mine 
defensively, in response.  
         �She�s older,� I said softly.
         �What perfect breasts the two of you have,� the woman said to us.  
She pulled her blouse off.  She looked at Malthus.  �May they show theirs?�
         Malthus laughed.  �We shall be quite well underway if they do,� he 
said.  One of the men fingered his zipper.  He pulled it partly open.  Then, 
seeing the others handn�t followed his lead, he stopped.  But he left his 
zipper open.  He did not bother to close it again.  His underpants bulged up 
between the opened portion of his zipper, forced up by his cock.
         Bethany gazed at the man�s open zipper and reached back for the 
string that held up her bra.  Without waiting for Malthus� permission, she 
untied her bra.  Her cups popped off her breasts, for our bras were small 
and too tight for us.  As her bosoms wobbled freely before the men�s eyes, 
she looked at the man with the opened zipper.
         �My boobies aren�t big enough,� she said bashfully to the man, gazing 
not at his face but, rather contritely, at his opened fly.
         �How old are you?� the man asked her.  His voice was rather stern.  
It made me shiver.
         Bethany gulped.  �I�m 12,� she said.  She reached behind herself and 
straightened her panties.  The panels had slipped into our bottomcracks as 
we descended the stairs.  I reached back and fixed mine as well, glad that 
my boobs were still covered, for in reaching back, I seemed to thrust them 
out in front of me, as if to ask for attention.
         �Come here,� the man said to Bethany.  She gulped again, then 
wandered over to him.  She perched herself shyly on the edge of his knee.
         The man stroked Bethany�s long mane of hair.  Then he patted her 
shoulders, feeling their frailness, as if to test them.  Suddenly he yanked 
her arms back behind her and clipped her wrists together.  I gasped, it was 
done so fast.
         �Have your panties ever been used for an ashtray?� the man asked 
Bethany.  She looked straight at me, wide-eyed, as if to say, �I goofed.�  
She shivered.  Her small bosoms shook their lovely hard tips.
         Bethany was too scared to speak.  Suavely the man drew open the 
dimunitive panel that formed the front of her panties.  He gazed down into 
the opening, at her pussy curls.  Then he drew his cigar over her panties 
and shook it.
         �Oooh!  Please don�t!� Bethany grimaced.  Hot ash sprinkled off the 
end of the man�s cigar, into the front of her swimsuit.  I clapped my hands 
to my cunt, watching, for fear I might be used in a similar way.  I knew 
that ash could be very hot!
         �Jake,� Malthus said.  He waved his cigar at the man.  �She is 
growing in my estimation by the hour.  Don�t abuse her.�
         Jake frowned, said nothing.  I went to Malthus and sat on his lap, 
lest some other man claim me instead.  
         Malthus looked at the woman who�d discarded her blouse.  It lay over 
the arm of her chair, neatly folded.  �Amber, go turn on some music,� 
Malthus said to the woman.  �They must have music to dance.�  
         The woman rose.  She turned and, with sexily swaying hips, she made 
her way to the stereo.  Her skirt was short.  It swished back and forth as 
she walked.  
         �Eeeek!� Bethany cried.  I shot my head from the woman, on one side 
of me, to Bethany, on the other.  The awful man in who�s lap she was 
sitting had pulled open the front of her panties and was burning a hole in 
them with his cigar!
         I wanted to scream, watching poor Bethany.  She was sitting very 
straight and still, her tummy indrawn, her nipples delicate and hard, as 
the man, with his cigar, burned a hole in her panties.  The delicate silk 
was burned entirely through and, when he had finished, he began burning 
another hole.  Malthus said nothing.  The woman turned on the stereo.  As I 
watched, too frightened to speak, the man, �Jake,� burned holes lower and 
lower in Bethany�s panties.  He burned three in all.  He burnt the third very 
close to where her clit lay buried between her lips.
         �Stand up.  Dance for me,� Amber said.  I turned from Bethany and 
looked at her.  Malthus gave my ass a bump with his knee and I was forced 
to rise up from it.  The woman took my shoulders, gripping them tight, and 
turned me around.  I was forced to stand still as she undid my bra.  When 
she had, my breasts tumbled from my too-small cups and hung shivering in 
the air.  My nipples were exquisitely hard, yet I feared some brutish man 
might put a cigar to them!  I trembled.  The woman tossed my bra to a man 
who caught it.  Immediately, as I watched with frightened eyes, he began 
burning holes in my little bra�s cups.
         �Dance,� Amber told me.  She dropped her hands to my hips.  She 
forced them to sway, gripping them and moving them back and forth.  I 
gasped.  The string between my legs made me blush, it rubbed me so.  I 
cupped my breasts with my hands, to hide my nipples, but Amber batted 
my hands away.  �Put them in your panties if you must do something with 
them,� she said.  As if to instruct me, she took one of my hands and 
slipped it into the front of my swimsuit.  I felt the tight curls of my bush.  
My pussy lips, though, were outside my suit, for the front panel ended in a 
string that threaded itself between the lips of my cunt.  
         Amber caught my other hand.  She made me put it into my panties, 
just as she�d done with the first.  With both hands inside my panties, 
which were quite small to begin with, my panties were forced to unthread 
themselves from my cunt.  I found I could touch my clit with my finger, 
and I did.
         �Ooooohhh!� I breathed.  I threw my head back.  It felt delicious, 
being able to touch myself, after so many hours of waiting.  Yet I blushed 
fiercely as I did it, for three pair of strange male eyes were watching my 
every move.
         �Take your hands out of your panties and serve us liquor!� Malthus 
said angrily to me.  Had I been too forward?  I ceased swaying my hips, 
though the music continued.  I drew my wet fingers out of my panties.  The 
thread between the front and back panels insinuated itself between my 
legs again.  
         Malthus looked at Amber.  �I have to beat Eveline, and I want to be 
well-sloshed when I do it.�
         �You�ll be hard on her, if you�re drunk,� Amber said to him.
         �Yes, well, she�s too beautiful to beat sober,� Malthus said.  He 
frowned.  �I�m finding I love her.  And these two--I can barely watch them 
handled by others.  I must be getting old.�
         �Perhaps you are,� Amber answered.  She was no older than 20.  I 
guessed she held life lightly still.  I knew I must have, for otherwise I 
should certainly have gone shooting out of that awful house, where I was 
alternately forced to serve liquor, and to frig myself, while poor little 
Bethany had holes burnt into her panties.
         �Ahhh, I love to hear a woman scream,� a man, sitting beside 
Malthus, said.  He exhaled a long plume of smoke from his mouth as I went 
scurrying across the room to the wet bar to fetch drinks for them all.
         �Yes, there is a certain delight in it, is there not?� Malthus said.  
�Complete supremacy of the male ego, eh?  Nothing better than that.  A 
woman screaming, begging for mercy, and one such as myself in complete 
control of her every response.  I fear I must unzip myself, just thinking 
about it.�
         �Yes,� the other man agreed.  I heard a chorus of zippers being 
undone.
         �Jake, unzip your pecker, old boy,� one of them called.  
         I stole a glance over my shoulder.  I coudn�t help it.  It was wicked, I 
knew, to look on purpose, but the three of them had such big bulges in 
their pants, I knew it must be quite a sight to see them undone.
         And it was!  Even little Bethany, scared stiff from having holes burnt 
in her panties, couldn�t help gasping in admiration.  Three mammoth cocks 
presented themselves, each one like a big lodgepole sticking up out of the 
man�s pants.  Amber, worldly as she was, had a smile, I saw, and was 
absently fingering her breasts.  I knew I wouldn�t awaken in the morning, 
feeling at a loss for male attention, as I�d awakened this morning.  Indeed, 
I would probably be quite sore by then, and desperately in need of some 
sleep!
         �So, uh, Verajick, who do you think will win the Superbowl this 
year?� the man in the middle asked.  He looked to the man to his left.  He 
was the youngest of the three, perhaps only 20, and he seemed nervous to 
be on display as he now was.  Hearing him address the other man, staring 
at all three of them, I was now able to sort out their names.  The man to 
the left, who had a growth of beard stubbly and full enough to resemble a 
goatee, was named Verajick.  He seemed to be Russian, although he spoke 
perfect English.  He was on the slim side while Jack, the farthest to the 
right, was the hulkiest, though all three had well-hung bodies, varying 
across a spectrum of excellence rather than being too much or too little of 
one thing.  But I didn�t like Jack.  He seemed surly and mean and I wondered 
how little Bethany would fare if, as was presently the case, sitting on his 
lap, she was forced to endure the whole night with him.  I wondered if I 
should try offering myself to Jack, if it became absolutely necessary, in 
order to save her.  But he scared me so much that I couldn�t bring myself 
to make the resolution.  I reminded myself of my earlier speculation, that 
no harm would come to us, that Malthus simply loved us too much for that 
to happen.  I wondered if it were true.  I hoped it was.  But he�d never made 
me any guarantees.
         Jack put his cigar back into his mouth.  He puffed on it.  �I want to 
get drunk,� he said to Malthus.  Jack cast a quick glance at me.  I was 
standing stock still, staring at all the men�s cocks.  
         �Not yet,� Malthus said to Jack.  He smiled.  �I want you awake for 
what I have planned for your penis first.�  
         �I would smash your face for saying that to me, if you were anyone 
other than who you are,� Jack said angrily to Malthus.
         �But I am who I am...� Malthus said.  
         �I have to itch my nose,� Bethany announced.
         �Untie her,� Malthus said to Jack.  The man glared at him.  Bethany 
wiggled her nose, wishing she could scratch it.  
         �I didn�t say you had to push her off your knee, just undo her hands 
so she can itch her nose,� Malthus said.
         Jack put down his cigar.  Angrily he unlinked Bethany�s hands.  She 
was so surprised by his roughness that, for a moment, she left her hands 
behind her.  Then, finally, she slipped a finger round to her front and put it 
to her nose and scratched it.
         �Now give me your hands back,� Jack ordered.
         �No!  My nose might itch again,� Bethany said quietly.  Jack seemed 
about to do something awful to her, perhaps even break her in two.  But 
then he relented and occupied himself once more with puffing on his cigar.  
I felt my breath slowly ease out of my chest.  I don�t know what I would 
have done, if I�d had to leap to Bethany�s defense.  Was there anything I 
could do, with all these big hard men in the room? 
         Malthus called to Amber.  She was standing in front of the CD player, 
facing it, wiggling her ass in time to the music.  
         Amber turned.  She smiled at Malthus.  Then she let her gaze drift to 
the other men too.  She ran her toungue across her upper lip, admiring 
their cocks.  She walked back to the men.  She let her hips sway in time to 
the music as she walked.  The group she�d put on was the Mighty 
BossTones.  Amber�s breasts bounced as the trombone in the song played a 
jaunty tune.  She was not modest like Bethany and I.  She stopped before 
Malthus, smiled, and reached beneath her dress.  Bending her knees, she 
swept her panties down off her hips in a single motion.  They were small 
panties, almost a G-string, yet apparently they were too much for her, in 
her heated state, to wear.   
         Amber displayed her miniscule panties to Malthus.  She let them 
dangle from a single finger.  
         �What should I do with these, sir?� Amber asked Malthus.
         �Put them in your mouth,� Malthus replied.  Amber giggled but 
promptly obeyed.  As I watched her pop her panties into her mouth I felt 
angry.  Was I to be like that?  A little whore, doing whatever was asked of 
me, begging to be used in the most indecent of ways?
         Staring at the men�s cocks, I argued silently with myself over my 
behavior.  Surely I should insist on leaving now, shouldn�t I?  This was 
awful, letting myself be made up, then forced to wear slinky panties that 
rubbed my pussy and made it wet.  But it was too late.  I couldn�t find the 
guts to reprimand myself.  The crotchstrap of my panties burned between 
my legs, making me want to rub myself.  My nipples stuck up excitedly 
from my bosoms.  I was dry-mouthed, but my palms and pussy were wet.  I 
wanted, in my head, to back out of this wicked party, but the evil Malthus 
had prepared me so exquisitely that now, against my better nature, I could 
only think of having myself stuffed by one of those wonderful cocks the 
men displayed to my eyes.
         Amber settled onto Malthus� knee.  He reached out and clasped her 
waist.  It was small.  His hands were large.  He drew her back, over his 
rigid cock.  She lifted the back of her skirt to accomodate him.  She gasped 
as she felt his prong wedge under her bottom.  Malthus had to put his hand 
between his legs in order to lower his stiff erection so that it would 
lodge up underneath her, within the furrow of her fanny.  When he had 
gotten her pleasantly seated on his dick he lifted both his hands again.  
This time, he didn�t grasp her waist.  He put his hands to her bare bosoms.  
He fondled them.
         �Your nipples, they should be pierced,� Malthus said to Amber.  His 
voice was low and suave.  He sounded like a gentleman suggesting a 
dinner-time date.
         Amber tossed her blonde hair.  �I know,� she said.  Her voice sounded 
matter-of-fact.  The panties in her mouth obscured her speech but they 
were so small she could still speak if she wished to.  Amber looked down 
at her tits.  Malthus squeezed both of them, hard, extruding the tender 
flesh between his gripping fingers.  Amber lifted her chin and gasped over 
the panties wadded within her mouth.  Yet, though she lifted her hands, she 
did not try to take Malthus� hands off her.
         The men talked about football.  They smoked their cigars as 
nonchalantly as four men in a stadium.  Yet their dicks stood up like 
flagposts.  Communists could have hung their big banners from the men�s 
pricks, they were so large.  Or at least it seemed so.  I stared at the men�s 
equipment, and found msyelf licking my lips.  Absently I put my hands in 
my panties.  Without even realizing it, I eased the panty thread from 
between my labial lips and began to rub my slit.  It was wet, and my 
fingers moved easily within it.  I shivered and uttered a soft gasp.  
Malthus was talking and his voice obscured it.  When I realized what I was 
doing with myself I scolded myself, silently, but I couldn�t bear to remove 
my fingers.  I watched the men and kept fiddling my fingertips across the 
little magical spot wedged up high in my cuntlips.
         Bethany, much closer to the men than I, crossed her knees.  She had a 
worried look on her face.  Jack had taken to stroking her hair where it fell, 
loosely, from her coiffure.  We had purposely done up our hair so that it 
would come apart easily.  It was more tempting that way, and required 
less work to prepare.  Yet now, gazing at Bethany�s face, I knew she 
wished she�d taken more time to fix up her hair.  The last thing I wanted 
to do was tempt Jack.  I knew she must feel the same revulsion toward 
him as I did.
         I looked at Bethany�s knees.  They were little-girl knees, a bit bony.  
But they were set on legs that were breathtakingly long.  Bethany tossed 
her hair, trying to free it from Jack.  Jack blew smoke across the back of 
her neck.  Bethany�s hands fluttered.  They looked like butterflies, wishing 
to alight someplace, but too frightened to.  She tightened her thighs.
         �Whoa, what are you doing, little lady?� Jack asked.  He reached 
around Bethany�s hips, clenching his cigar in his mouth.  He grasped her 
slim thighs.  Easily, though Bethany tried to keep her legs tightly together, 
he lifted her thighs apart.  Jack opened Bethany�s legs very wide.  Bethany 
let out a small shout.  She watched as Jack pulled her legs apart to the 
distance of a cheerleader�s split.  Then Jack let go of her legs.  �Keep them 
that way,� he told her, gruffly.  Bethany looked at me.  She was too scared 
to disobey.  She sat awkwardly, her feet dangling down from Jack�s lap, 
her legs pulled open to their limit.  Her tight pussy hairs sprouted through 
the holes Jack had burnt in her undies. 
         Malthus, pinching Amber�s nipples, making her twist on his knee and 
utter small yelps, looked at me.  �Don�t just stand there,� he said.  �Mix us 
drinks.�
         �I-I don�t know how,� I confessed.  I knew nothing about making bar 
drinks.  I was only 13.
         �There�s a book, behind the counter,� Malthus said.  �Read it.  Follow 
the directions.�
         I drew my hands from my panties.  I reached behind myself, fixed my 
panty panel in back, where it had once again slipped completely into my 
asscrack, leaving my cheeks hanging out.  I turned and went behind the bar.  
I looked for the book.
         �It�s small, and red,� Malthus said.  He turned to Verajick.  �Go and 
whip Eveline,� he said.  �I cannot do it.  I love her too much.  And anyway 
I�m busy,� he added.  Amber smiled, despite the painful pinches he was 
giving her teats.  She shifted her fanny on his cock.
         Verajick rose.  I watched him, mouselike, from behind the countertop 
of the bar.  His cock waggled as he rose.  He undid his trousers, drawing 
off his belt.  It had a silver buckle.  His pants slipped down and he stepped 
from them.  He pulled down his underpants.
         �Don�t fuck her.  Just a whipping,� Malthus said.
         �Okay,� Verajick replied.  He did not bother to remove his shirt or 
his coat.  He walked from the room, swinging his belt.  I wished I could see 
his ass but, though it was bare, the tail of his shirt and his coat blocked 
it.
         �Oh no, please!� I heard Eveline cry from the bedroom.  There was a 
pause, silence.  We all listened.  I pretended to find the book and read it 
but instead I listened intently.  I guessed in the silence Verajick must be 
finishing the process of manacling Eveline to the wall.  I doubted she had 
been able to lock both her wrists into the cuffs.  One must have dangled 
free, and now Verajick was binding it into place.
         Suddenly there was a shriek.  Simultaneously I heard the crack of 
Verajick�s belt.  I cringed.  Bethany, sitting with her legs wide apart, 
clapped her hands to her bottom.  I felt a tingling across the surface of my 
own heinie and remembered how it had been beaten by Brendan.  Now I felt 
sure I�d never see him again, yet he had taken his pleasure upon my poor 
bottom only two nights ago.
         Huddling behind the bar, I listened as the screaming continued.  Why 
didn�t he gag her, I wondered?  Everyone in the house could hear, even the 
servants.  Yet he did not, for Eveline gave one throaty cry after another, 
each time the belt cracked.  Inbetween she sobbed, and begged, like a 
child, a novice.  I heard Verajick laugh as a particularly sharp report of his 
belt echoed down the hall.  It was a fine leather belt, with a fine buckle, 
but it was meant for a man�s waist, not a woman�s bottom!  I felt very 
sorry for Eveline.  But what could I do?  Bethany began to sob a little.  Her 
tears sprinkled her breasts.  Jack, surprisingly, patted her back, as if to 
console her.  She flinched.  I thought he would force her to take her hands 
from her bottom, but he did not.  He whispered something in her ear.  It 
must have consoled her.  She cried a little less but then, when Eveline 
screamed again, she turned and bluted to Jack, �But I�m crying for HER, 
even if you won�t punish me!�
         �She is a grown woman,� Malthus said.  �Anyway, Jack�s a liar.�
         �Oh, Boo!  Hoo!� Bethany wailed.  She would, I think, have darted from 
Jack�s knee then, but he put his hand round her waist and cupped her cunt 
and snarled at her to stay put.  Worriedly she looked at me.  I felt tears 
forming in my eyes.  There was nothing I could do, for either of us, least 
of all for Eveline.  I busied myself behind the bar, pretending to look for 
the book, but still listening as the leather cracks and the female screams 
continued.
         �Robin, I see you are uncircumcised,� Malthus said to the young man 
who sat next to Jack.  Robin nodded.  �It will be more difficult for you 
then, I�m afraid, when I put you and the other two to the test,� he said.  
         �What- what is the test to be?� Robin asked.  Though his cock stuck 
up firmly there was a tremulousness to his voice.  I found I liked him best.  
He reminded me most of Steven.  I wished I could rush over to his cock and 
stuff it inside myself and keep it up me, away from Malthus� gaze forever.  
I stroked the insides of my thighs, watching him.  But a scream from 
Eveline kept me from rubbing my clitty again.
         I found the book.  I read it and mixed drinks.  I did my best, mixing 
some coke and scotch and gin.  I prepared four drinks and put a twist of 
lime in each.  I tried to keep the drinks a bit watery so the men wouldn�t 
get drunk and become wicked with us.  Yet, listening to Eveline�s cries, I 
feared they were wicked without any spirits in them.
         I came out from behind the bar.  I carried the first of the drinks.  I 
decided to serve it to Malthus, and hope somehow I could avoid serving the 
other two men at all.  I didn�t even want to get close to them.  I longed to 
save Robin�s cock from whatever Malthus had planned for it, but at the 
same time I feared him, and especially Jack.  I was torn between my pussy 
and my brain.  I fingered the hem of my briefs, under my navel, as I 
approached Malthus.  I wished my panties� crotch strip would quit rubbing 
my clit.  I wanted to yank my panties off, to stop the awful rubbing when I 
walked, but I could do nothing without Malthus� permission.  And my 
panties were all that came between me and the men�s intentions.
         �Ah, you�ve managed to mix up a drink,� Malthus said to me as 
Eveline, in the room beyond, begged for her whipping to stop.  
         I handed the drink to Malthus.
         �No--� he said to me.  �Pour it in your panties.�
         �What?!� I shouted.  My voice was high-pitched.
         �You heard me,� Malthus said.  Eveline shrieked as the sound of a 
cane striking bare flesh replaced the sound of the belt.
         I opened my panties.  I was too scared to argue.  With Bethany 
watching, I poured the drink I�d so carefully mixed into my undies.  I 
gasped.  The liquor overflowed my panty panel and ran down my thighs.  
Somehow, despite the crotch thread between my legs, the liquor managed 
to wet my clit.  The alcohol in it burned my sensitive flesh.  My wet bush 
showed easily to their eyes.  My panties were too brief to concel it with 
the front panel pulled forward.
         �Bring another drink,� Malthus said when the liquor had run 
completely down my thighs, leaving a trails of hot, sensitized flesh its 
wake.  I turned.  My panties had bunched in my bottomcrack and as I walked 
quickly from him I reached behind myself.  
         �Do not fix them,� Malthus ordered me.  I shivered.  I took my hands 
from my bottom and was forced to walk back to the bar with my ass 
showing itself completely, except for the deepest part of my cleft, where 
my undies hid what little space on my ass remained to the imagination.  
As I felt my hinds wobbling behind me I blushed.  It was so awful, being 
made to show myself, especially to Amber and Jack and Robin.  Yet I could 
do nothing, nothing!  I felt the leather wristlets on my wrists and knew 
things were only going to get worse.
         Should I run?  I could not.  Malthus would catch me, or Robin, or Jack, 
and my fate would only be more difficult to bear after that.  I looked at 
Malthus from behind the safety of the bar.  He was taunting Amber�s 
nipples with his fingers again, making her grit her teeth.  She seemed 
bothered now by his pinching, for he�d been doing it to her quite awhile.  
Yet she obediently kept her silence, her panties in her mouth, and she kept 
her legs apart, lest he should wish to molest her cunt.
         �Bethany, come here,� Malthus ordered.  I glanced at my friend.  She 
jumped from Jack�s knee.  She was glad to be rid of her awful perch.  She 
clapped her hands to her bottom as she scampered away from him.  She 
dashed on tip-toe over to Malthus.  I wondered if she were simply going 
from one frying pan to another.
         Verajick returned.  He swung his belt loosely in his fist.  His cock 
stood up stiffly in front of him, lifting the front of his shirt.  His penis 
jutted out in front of him at least a foot, wobbling as he walked.  I 
wondered how I�d ever get such a monster up me if he got permission from 
Malthus to fuck me.
         �Your dick looks red.  Have you been rubbing it?� Malthus asked 
Verajick.  The young man sat down next to Malthus with a heavy plop of his 
ass.  He sat back in the sofa, opened his legs.  
         �Of course,� Verajick answered.
         �It�s going to be a lot redder sooner,� Malthus told him.
         �Say what you like.  I can take anything you throw at me,� Verajick 
said.  He put his fist to his dick.
         �No,� Amber cautioned.  She extended her hand.  The undies in her 
mouth made her speech sound strange, muffled, as if she wore a loose gag.  
�You mustn�t,� she said.  �You�re going to have a terrible time keeping your 
seed in as it is.  You shouldn�t have excited yourself in the bedroom.�
         �How is she?� Malthus asked Verajick.  The man looked from Amber, 
with her hand outstretched, her fingers hovering over his penis, to 
Malthus.
         �Oh.  Your whore is fine,� Verajick replied.  �Nothing a month won�t 
heal.  I didn�t draw.�  
         I suspected Verajick was speaking of blood.  I felt my arms 
trembling.  I picked up two drinks.  Perhaps getting them all sloshed might 
allow me to escape, I told myself.  I was certain I didn�t want to be here 
anymore.  I walked out from behind the bar.  My panties felt wet against 
my mount.  My crotch thread, wet now with alcohol, burned and diddled my 
spot more excruciatingly than ever.  As I neared Malthus, the drinks 
sloshing in my trembling hands, my bosoms bouncing, my cunny 
complaining, I felt again the wish to be fucked, and I knew I was doomed.  
There�s no escape for a bad girl who wants it, even if the door is standing 
wide open.
         Bethany stood with her hands behind herself, adjusting her panties.
         �Pull them down,� Malthus told her.
         �Waht?� Bethany said.
         �You heard me.  Yank down your panties,� Malthus repeated.  He 
glanced at me.  Silently he gestured with his eyes that I should splash the 
liquor on Bethany�s bottom.  I hated him, yet I stepped behind Bethany.
         My friend, not wishing to expose her bush, though her undies were 
practically burned off her in front, yanked down just the rear of her 
panties.  This was sufficient for me.  I splashed both my glasses of liquor 
right on her bottom.
         �Oh!� Bethany cried.  The liquor stung her flesh, just as it had done 
to me.  Bethany turned, wide-eyed, gaped at me.  I couldn�t help smiling.  
The look on her face was delicious.  So surprised, so put out, yet here we 
were both topless, wearing bracelets round our wrists and ankles, to make 
us easy to subdue, and teensy, sinful panties.
         �Ohhhhh, YOU!� Bethany shouted.  She jumped at me.  I dropped the 
empty liquor glasses.  Fortunately the rug was thick, and they fell without 
breaking.  Bethany caught at my wrists.  I struggled with her, she with me.  
She tried to bite one of my nipples when she found she couldn�t claw me.
         �My, they�re fiesty,� Robin said.
         �They are young,� Amber replied, dismissively.
         �Girls!  Both of you take your panties off and lie down on the rug,� 
Malthus ordered.
         We stopped fighting.  With a frightened glance at the men, our limbs 
shaking from our exertion, we stripped off our panties.  I was glad to be 
free of mine.  They were too much of a nuisence.  Yet now, stepping out of 
them, I realized that I had nothing to ease the excitement of my clit.  I 
would have to rub myself with my finger if I wished to tantalize it now.  
Yet I didn�t wish to tantalize it, but it buzzed and begged and I almost, 
getting my panties off, put my finger right into myself so I could frig my 
clit.  I stopped only because I saw Jack staring at me.  He would like that, 
wouldn�t he?  Nothing could more surely signal my availablility for his 
cock than the sight of me wiggling my finger inside my cunny.  Bethany too 
felt the need, yet somehow restrained her hand.  We dropped to the rug.  
We were like rabbits, trying to escape the hunter.  Our hair was mostly 
undone now and it hung down round our eyes.  I wished I could escape 
behind it.
         �Lie back, girls,� Malthus said.  �Oh, it is no good.  Go to the closet 
and get them a sheet and a big pillow to share,� he said to Amber.  He 
shoved her off his lap.  Her bottom must have warmed his penis for he 
looked even bigger now than he�d been when she sat down on it.  
         Standing up, Amber cupped her breasts.  Malthus had tormented them 
rather badly and she held them a moment, as if to console her poor nipples.  
Then she turned and, with a flouncing step, walked sexily from the room.  
In a moment she was back with a pillow for our heads and, as she 
explained, to Malthus� delight, a pillow for our hips as well.  
         I was forced to take the sheet from her.  Bethany and I unfolded it 
and laid it upon the floor.  In the bedroom Eveline could be heard, sobbing 
now, quietly.  She called out for Malthus.  He told Verajick to whip her if 
she spoke again.
         �She is to cry only, not to speak,� Malthus muttered.  �I feel like 
some doctor managing a ward of patients when she does that.�
         �You have two little patients right here, doctor,� Amber said.  All 
knees and bent legs, Bethany and I got down onto the unfolded sheet.  We 
arranged ourselves on our backs.  We looked up at Malthus and, with a 
sudden guilty giggle from Bethany, we opened our legs.
         �There it is, men!  Heaven�s gate!� Malthus crowed to the three men 
sitting with him.
         �You�re all perverts,� Amber said.  She knelt and arranged our hips so 
that Bethany and I were properly placed over the pillow.  It felt cool and 
smooth against my warm bottom.  Bethany, I feared, was making our 
pillow a little wet with her ass, for it still glistened from the liquor I�d 
splashed on it.
         The men undressed.  They took everything off but their shoes.  They 
piled their clothes on a nearby chair and then all sat back down.  I was 
amazed at their restraint.  Yet, despite Jack�s surliness, despite 
Verajick�s similarity, in my mind, at least, to a Russian Mafia hit man, 
they remained civilized.  They smoked their cigars.  I giggled, looking at 
them.  They looked like fags giving their cigars blow jobs.
         �You said we could have candy,� Bethany frowned.  She looked at 
Malthus with her big eyes.  She suspected, as I did, that we were only 
moments away from a rutting finale to our �party.�  
         �Ah, yes.  You are our official popsicle taster, aren�t you?� Malthus 
chuckled.  �Well, there are your popsicles.  Why haven�t you been busy 
deep-throating them?  I�m sure the men would enjoy it.  Get up, girl!�
         �You TWICKED me!� Bethany said.  She pouted.  She closed her legs 
but didn�t get up.  She crossed her arms over her bosoms.
         �Open your legs this instant!� Amber warned.  She looked angry.  She 
plucked her panties from her mouth to speak to Bethany.  Immediately, 
Bethany reopened her legs.  She uncrossed her arms.
         �Yes, that�s better,� Malthus agreed, looking at her.  �Bethany, you 
will indeed taste popsicles, but you�ll do it with your twat.  Rub yourself 
so you�re ready when the popsicles are served.�
         �Oh!� Bethany declared.  I know I felt insulted, and I guessed she did 
to.  Were we just to be left like this?  It seemed we were not to be fucked 
right away after all.  
         �Diddle your slit,� Amber said.  She was standing now.  She tossed 
her panties down onto Bethany�s face.
         �Oook!� Bethany yelped.  She took the panties off her face.  But she 
was already rubbing herself with her finger, and instead of trying to claim 
the panties for herself she simply tossed them back over her shoulder.  I 
found I was frigging myself too, just as quickly and eagerly as she.  We 
were undone, both of us.  If they wished to cook us for dinner we would 
probably have gone and fetched ketchup for them, we were both so hungry 
for cock.
         Oh, how wicked we were!  I tossed my head back, still peeping 
through slitted eyes at the men�s fine cocks, and stroked my cunny with a 
light fingertip.  I let out a gasp of pleasure.  Bethany moaned beside me.
         �Yes, have as many orgasms as you please, girls,� Amber said to us.  
�It will keep the men inspired, for what they have to endure.�
         Amber reached back and unzipped her skirt.  It dropped down her 
lovely thighs and landed amidst her ankles.  She stepped out of it, wearing 
heels like Bethany and I still did.  We were a man�s dream now, nude save 
for heels, Bethany and I lying with legs splayed apart on the floor.  Amber 
tossed back her long hair and smiled at the men.  �You will enjoy this, 
men,� she said.  �Just keep your eyes on the girls.  The winner will get to 
fuck both of them, when he recovers.�  Her words were like magic to me.  I 
coudn�t imagine what awful torture Malthus had planned for the men�s 
penises, but I was dying to know.  I frigged my slit freely and felt it 
wetten for a hoped-for impalement.  Beside me, Bethany closed her eyes 
and seemed to be in some kind of erotic reverie.  Her flat tummy rippled.  
Her bosoms offered twin peaks, stiff with desire, for whomever might 
wish to suck them.  Mine were equally blissful.  I prayed I did not 
embarrass myself in front of Amber and the men by having an orgasm, yet 
I couldn�t stop masturbating.  An awful word, but it describes perfectly 
what we were doing.  Even Amber, watching us, passed her finger several 
times within her slit.  The men stared.  I gazed back at them.  My eyes 
became glazed.  I stared at their balls.  Each man sat with his legs apart 
and his balls, heavy with sperm, looked like a big ripe squash.  
Unconsciously the men had shifted their hips forward, right to the edge of 
the sofa, offering their cocks to Amber and Bethany and me.  At the same 
time they all leaned back, resting their heads on the chairbacks.  I saw 
their hands lift and fall.  They wanted to rub themselves but it was 
forbidden.  Only Bethany and I could masturbate.
         �All of you, I trust, have gone the requested two weeks without an 
ejaculation?� Amber asked.  She seemed to be in command now.  I was too 
busy diddling myself to care, but the men, everyone, seemed to accept her 
command and let her proceed as she wished.  
         The men nodded in answer to Amber�s question.  Robin, shifting his 
hips forward even more, dropped his testicles off the edge of the couch.  
They hung with promise in the air.  They were tight, full, round.  I wanted 
to leap up and milk them until they were long and droopy.
         �Yes, yes, yes,� the men each answered, like some obscene boy�s 
choir.  They had come for this, whatever it was, though I suspected they 
themselves didn�t know what Malthus had in store for them.  Amber rubbed 
her slit again and told the men she�d return in a minute.
         �Malthus, you may play with your cock if you wish,� she said.  Her 
voice was high, sweet.  She was excited.  She seemed less bitchy now that 
the affair was underway.  �And I may too, boys.  And little Bethany and her 
friend Lisa, they may play with themselves, and cum as often as they 
wish!  But you men mustn�t touch yourselves, or you�ll be disqualified.  
Okay?�
         A chorus of groans erupted from the men.  
         �For God�s sake, woman, hurry!� Jake swore.  
         �Yes, Jake, I will hurry, but you�ll be sorry for it in a few minutes,� 
Amber answered.  She seemed genuinely delighted to be able to taunt the 
men like this, and I was going crazy trying to figure out what she had 
planned for them.  Beside me, Bethany shouted out a first orgasm.  I was 
right behind her, rubbing myself frantically.  My slit felt ridiculously wet.  
I don�t think I�d ever been as aroused, certainly not diddling myself at 
home in my bedroom, late at night, as a virgin.  What a treat it was to be 
here, even if it was scary!
         My tummy burst.  I saw stars.  They came between me and the 
glorious cocks the men were displaying.  Somewhere, Amber laughed.  I 
heard a man groan.  She told them to keep their penises stiff for her while 
she was preparing their ordeal.  Verajick told her it was an ordeal just to 
wait for her.  Jack told her again to hurry.  Malthus warned Robin that he 
must not rub his cock.
         As Bethany and I screamed out our orgasms, Amber returned with a 
bowl.  I heard a sloshing within it.  Amber spoke to the men, setting the 
bowl down on the rug.
         �Men, this is warm, soapy water.  It�s for your penises after your 
torture.  I�ll wash your cocks myself, with my fingers, to make sure 
they�re okay.  Hopefully you won�t cum.  That�s why I don�t want you 
rubbing yourselves.  I�m going to be doing a lot of rubbing for you.�  She 
giggled.  �In addition,� she said.  �You can see I have here in my hand a 
bottle of taco sauce.�
         �God, if we have to eat first I�m just going to jerk off right now!� 
Jack complained.
         �Hurry up, woman, we don�t want any dinner, unless it�s your cunt,� 
Verajick said.  
         �Robin, don�t rub your dick,� Malthus warned again.
         �Yes, sir, but it-- I feel like I have to shoot!� Robin said.
         �That�s another good point,� Amber said.  �Do any of you men have to 
pee?  You woulnd�t want your peeholes to open once we�ve started.  There�s 
going to be pain enough for you as it is, without that!�
         �Yeah, I have to go,� Robin said.  His voice sounded tortured.
         �Fine.  You can pee right into my mouth,� Amber said.  �Stop the flow 
when I squeeze your dick with my hands.  I can only take so much.�
         �What?!� Robin asked.  But the woman, as best I could see, for I was 
still madly frigging myself, knelt down in front of my favorite guy.  She 
popped his cockhead into her mouth.  She looked, for all the world, like she 
was putting a gasoline pump at a service station into her mouth.  She held 
his big penis in her small fingers and drew on it, as if to urge him to pump 
something into her wet rosebud mouth.
         �Mmmmff,� Robin groaned.  I saw him shut his eyes.  
         �Pee, not sperm, Robin,� Malthus said.
         �Yes, sir,� Robin said.  He shuddered.  He pissed in Amber�s mouth 
and when her cheeks were full she stopped him by squeezing his big penis 
with her fingers.  With difficulty Robin stopped his flow.
         Amber removed her mouth.  Some pee dribbled onto her chin, but 
otherwise she held his fluid quite well.  Had she done this before, I 
wondered?  She stood and went to the bar�s sink.  I heard her spit his pee 
into the sink.  Then she returned, and knelt again in front of him, and 
lodged him once more in her mouth.
         It took Amber three trips to the sink to empty Robin�s bladder.  Each 
man peed into her mouth in turn, even Malthus.  There was a lipstick ring 
on each of their cocks where her mouth had been.  Yet it was all done for 
toilette purposes.  She apparently excited them with her lips and mouth as 
little as she could, for they had much to endure once their torture began.
         I spasmed in the throes of another orgasm.  Bethany cried out anew 
and, I think, was already on her third.  There was no stopping us from 
rubbing ourselves.  Despite being utterly wet between our legs, with our 
nipples sparkling, we continued to frig ourselves.  I was mad with lust and 
I guess she was too.  How silly we would have looked, if our poor worried 
parents had found us just then?  Hi mom, just having an orgasm, my 
second, looking at these groovy guys.  They�re to be tortured in a minute, 
though I have no idea what it entails.  Oops!  That thought alone makes me 
want to run the whole course again.  Don�t mind my finger, mom.  I�ve been 
doing this since I was 3, though never quite like this!  
         �Ooooh!  Ooooh!  Teddy, please, stop poking me with your thing!� 
Bethany cried out.  Her finger worked greedily in her slit and her head was 
flung back.  Her eyes remained closed.  Did she dream about being fucked 
by her teddy bear?  I had no idea.  Suddenly I scrambled up.  I knew I was 
being utterly bad, and utterly disrespectful of Malthus� wishes, but I 
couldn�t help myself.  I was like a woman possessed.
         �Yes, teddy must have your cunt!� I cried.  I threw myself atop 
Bethany.  Wickedly I made sure my pussy made contact with her wet lips.  
At the same time, I stuck my tongue into her snatch, just like in those 
Hustler photos on the Net.
         �Noooo!  You�re not my teddy bear!� Bethany protested.  In response I 
jammed the wet lips of my slit down onto her mouth.
         �Lick, silly!� I told her.  I dithered in her snatch with my own tongue.  
She bucked beneath me.  Suddenly, just when I feared she might throw me 
off, or scratch at my bottom with her long painted nails, I felt a tongue 
enter my sex.
         �Oooooooh!� I gasped.  Momentarily my head shot up, withdrawing my 
tongue from Bethany�s cunt.  I�d never been entered by anyone like this 
before, least of all a girl!
         �Hey!  Get your tongue back in mine!� Bethany protested.  I laughed, 
gritting my teeth at the same time, for she was working her tongue quite 
deeply into my cunny.
         �Mmmmf!  Mmmmf!  Mffffff!� I buried my mouth in her muff and 
drilled for honey.  She screamed.  She licked deeper in my snatch.  
Somewhere I thought I heard Malthus say that our bottoms would be 
whipped for disobeying him.  The men could no longer see our snatches, 
now that Bethany and I were playing at 69.  But I did not care, at the 
moment, about anything, except how far I could get my tongue up Bethany, 
and how far she could get hers up me.
         I remained vaguely aware of my surroundings.  After all, the whole 
inspiration for us had been the men.  I, at least, was going to keep one eye 
on the wicked proceedings, even if little Bethany was orgasming over her 
teddy bear!
         Amber fetched a knife from the kitchen.  It was long and sharp.  She 
laid it on a coffee table.  
         �That�s to make sure you men behave,� Amber said.  Her voice was 
pleasant, but she was just bitchy enough that I felt sure she might use it 
if she needed to.  The men, already engorged with cum, only stared over 
their ramrod hard penises and waited, on tenterhooks, for what she had in 
mind.
         I don�t know what happened next.  Perhaps she whispered something 
to Malthus.  But, in any event, both Bethany and I found ourselves being 
pulled up suddenly by our hair.  We struggled to our feet.  Our cunnies were 
buzzing.  I was on the brink of orgasm myself, and Bethany was on, I think, 
her one millionth orgasm.  Yet she was as upset as I was about being 
interrupted.
         �Girls, there�s been a new development,� Amber said.  �Malthus here 
doesn�t quite understand the male anatomy like I do.�  She grinned.  I only 
wanted to fall back atop Bethany, and stood frigging my slit with my 
finger, as she did.  �Stop that, girls!� Amber said.  �That sort of thing can 
wait �til later.  We have men to attend to, and I want them to each have a 
fair chance at getting to bonk you.�
         �Ooooh, that�s naughty!  I don�t wanna be bonked.  I want candy!� 
Bethany said.  Yet she was slicing her finger rapidly back and forth in her 
cunt as she spoke, and I think we all considered her rather silly for 
protesting over such a thing when she obviously was dying for it.
         In any event, she was ignored.  Amber had gotten out two more 
bottles of taco sauce.  She handed me one.
         �It�s cold,� I said.
         �I put it in the fridge,� Amber said.  She winked, but I didn�t catch 
the joke, if there was one.  �See men?  Nice cool taco sauce, for your big 
hot penises.  This should cool your cocks down a little, for the torture I 
have planned for them.  Remember, don�t move a muscle.  I�m not going to 
handcuff you men... or should I?�  She looked at Malthus.  Despite their 
declarations that all the secret proceedings had been prepared in advance, 
for the men�s sexual pleasure, they seemed to making some of it, at least, 
up as they went along.  I guessed Malthus rued putting Eveline in the 
bedroom, at this point, for though she was a competent whore, Amber 
lacked Eveline�s thoroughness of disposition in sexual matters.
         �Yes, of course.  They may get out of hand.  They should have been 
cuffed already,� Malthus said.  He was distracted, I think, by his own hard 
on.  He looked at the men.  �It will only take a minute.�
         �This had better be good,� Jack groused.  �We paid well for this, 
whatever it is.�
         �You�ll find cuffs in my bedroom, in the top dresser drawer,� Malthus 
said to Amber.
         Amber sashayed from the room.  I heard her shout when she entered 
the bedroom where Malthus had put Eveline.  When she came back, bringing 
the cuffs with her, she spoke to Verajick.
         �Sir!  You didn�t have to beat her that badly,� Amber said in a low 
voice.
         �I enjoyed her,� Verajick laughed.  I gave Bethany a worried look.  
She seemed to wish to go check on Eveline, to see if we could help her.  
But we were both still busily masturbating our slits, and I was worried, 
too, that we might get in trouble with Malthus and wind up manacled 
beside Eveline in the next room.  I truly wished to see what was to happen 
to these three men!
         �Well, I hope she can sit down again someday,� Amber said of 
Eveline.
         �I�m sure she does too,� Verajick chuckled.
         �Girls, let�s cuff the men,� Amber said to Bethany and me.  We had to 
stop frigging ourselves and each take a pair of handcuffs from her.  
Amazingly, these men who had so frightened me now stood from the couch.  
They were all arranged on the couch together, like three pees in a pod, 
while Malthus had claimed the single person chair that Jack had formerly 
occupied.
         The men turned around at Amber�s command.  I nearly dropped dead, 
looking at their fannies.  Each man, even Jack, whom I hated, had a sexy 
pair of buns.  They were white, not tanned like their legs or their backs, as 
if they�d obeyed some injunction by Malthus to keep their asses untanned 
so they could better display any whip marks he gave them.  
         Bethany stuck her finger in her slit.  I did too.
         �Girls, stop masturbating!� Amber exclaimed.  �We have important 
work to do now.  Put the cuffs on the men.  There�s no key-- just put them 
on their wrists and snap them shut!�
         �What?!  There�s no key?� Jack asked.  
         �No key right now.  I�ll get it later,� Amber said.
         �Shut up, Jack,� Malthus said.  He was holding the knife Amber had 
gotten from the kitchen.  He displayed it in the room�s subdued light.  It 
glinted, scarily. 
         With my hands shaking a little, I fitted cuffs over Verajick.  His 
wrists were big.  For a moment I thought the cuffs wouldn�t fit him, but 
then I managed to get them around his arms and click them shut.  Bethany 
did Robin.  He was so cute, with his blonde Beach Boy hair.  
         �I can�t get them shut!� Bethany told Amber.
         �Perhaps they need a little grease,� Amber mused.  She helped 
Bethany, while Jake waited obediently for cuffs to be fitted to his own 
wrists.  I was surprised at the change in Jack.  Perhaps he only bossed 
around women in the hopes of finding one who could get a handle on him 
and subdue him.
         Amber managed to close the handcuffs on Robin.  They were new and 
stuck in the open position, but they didn�t need grease.  Just the added 
pressure a grown woman�s hands could provide.  Bethany was just 12.  She 
was scared, and her touch was light.  She leapt back, withdrawing quickly 
on her knees, for we knelt behind the standing men, as Amber snapped the 
cuffs closed.
         Amber patted Robin�s behind.  �Good boy,� she said.  She crawled, 
with her back erect, to Jake.  She closed handcuffs over his wrists.  I 
heard her breathe a sigh of relief as the awful-mannered Jack was finally 
imprisoned.  I hoped he would be kept cuffed, until he could be taught 
manners, or we could so thoroughly drain him that all his instinct to 
dominate and control us was gone.
         �Very good, gentlemen,� Malthus said, viewing the cuffed threesome.  
�You all take orders well, despite your belligerance.�  He raised an 
eyebrow, managed to catch Jack�s eye.
         �Does this please you?� Jack growled.  �Do you like seeing our naked 
asses?  Are you some kind of fag?�
         �No, probably not,� Malthus said.  He let his eyes drop to his knife 
and considered its long blade.  �But I cannot sublet any new drug routes to 
men who cannot obey me,� he said.  �By letting yourselves be cuffed you 
display the obedience I require.�
         Malthus stood.  I felt myself shrink down into a crouch as Malthus 
rose from his chair.  His cock was displayed, fully erect, but otherwise he 
remained clothed.  Bethany drew close to me and sought refuge in the 
closeness of our bodies.  We were both utterly nude, as was Amber.  I felt 
like a girl on her honeymoon, after the pleasure�s begun, quite naked and 
wet in my slit, wanting more, the night still holding promise.
         �Sit down, men,� Malthus said with a casual sense of indifference to 
their formidable nude figures, and ours.  He waited while the men turned 
back around and sat.  Their hips were narrow and their buns tight, yet they 
plopped down onto the sofa with heavy thumps.  I�m sure they weren�t fond 
of being cuffed.  Perhaps they were feeling a little defeated.  Yet their 
dicks stood up excitedly, for Bethany, Amber and I were only a few feet 
away, our nipples stiff and our mouths and cunny mounds moist.
         Malthus passed his long knife across an upraised palm.  I feared he 
might cut himself on it.  Bethany held her breath, watching.  The men 
watched him too, though I don�t think it was his safety they were worried 
about.  Robin, with his uncircumcised cock, almost made me giggle, his 
eyes were so wide as he watched that knife slide back and forth across 
Malthus� palm.
         �The three routes I have to distribute vary in the income they�re 
capable of producing,� Malthus told the men.  Bethany and I and Amber 
were just furniture, at the moment.  The men were discussing business.  �I 
will distribute the routes to you as follows,� Malthus said.  �The man who 
can withhold himself the longest will get the most lucrative route.  The 
next man the next, and the weakest one will get the poorest route, though 
it�s still worth enduring a little cock torture for.�  Malthus grinned.  �And 
anyway you�ve payed me handsomely for this night of pleasure, as I give 
nothing, not even this test, for free.�
         Malthus looked at Robin.  �You are the youngest,� he said.  �You know 
that will probably be a disadvantage.  I suspect you�ll cum quickest.  I 
realize you�ll probably get it up again, just as quick, but I must warn you, 
dear boy, an ejaculation is an ejaculation, and no matter how quickly you 
recover I�ll still hold it against you.�
         �Yes, sir,� Robin said.
         �Don�t call him �sir,�� Jake snapped at Robin.  �Are you trying to 
curry favor?  Just call him �Malthus!��
         �Sure, asswipe,� Robin said.  Bethany laughed.  I found myself 
giggling.
         �Why you uncircumcised fuck!� Jake said.  He wrenched his arms, 
trying to separate them from the cuffs.  �Do you want me to belt you 
one?�
         �Not particularly,� Robin replied.  
         �In addition,� Malthus said, clearing his throat to regain the men�s 
attention.  �As one who is uncircumcised, Robin, the flesh of your penis 
within the fold of your skin, there, is going to be more sensitive than the 
other men�s.  So be forewarned, you�ll probably suffer more than they do.  
But you still must go through with the penis torture, in order to earn the 
route, even if you do, as I suspect, get the least profitable one.�
         �That�s fine,� Robin said.  �I need another route for my drug trade.  
I�m tired of squabbling with the idiots down in San Pablo.�
         I felt my hands clasped tight beneath my chin.  I admired his courage.  
I had no idea what Amber had planned for him, or the other men, but 
whatever it was it sounded like it was going to be wonderfully perverse 
and painful.
         Did I wish to see men in pain?  I let my thoughts drift a moment, 
wishing to scold myself, but unable to.  After all, they were Men, weren�t 
they?  You know how men are.  So evil and wicked.  Yet I felt sorry for 
Robin, he was so young and cute.  At the same time I felt a longing to see 
how much he could endure.  I was torn -- if I could have saved him, from 
whatever Amber had planned, I was sure I would have; yet, since I 
couldn�t, I longed to see him put to the test, like the other men.  I felt a 
desire to finger my slit again, almost succumbed.
         �I feel like I�m a woker in a sausage factory,� Bethany confided to 
me.  Her voice was small, childlike.  She made �worker� sound like 
�wooker.�  Did she mean hooker?
         �Yes, I know what you mean,� I agreed.  The men displayed such 
formidable cocks.  Were she and I really going to have to have those big 
things put up us when they were done being tortured?  I hoped that, 
perhaps, they�d be a little less lusty-looking when that time came.  They 
looked scary, they were so big and firm.  And all three of them throbbed in 
time to their heartbeats.
         �Move your hips forward.  Let your testicles overhang the edge,� 
Amber told the men.  Malthus sat back down, his lecture through.  The 
stage, or rather the three displayed cocks, were returned to our care.  
Malthus dropped the knife he�d been holding to the floor beside his chair.  
He lit a new cigar, puffed upon it.
         The men moved their hips forward on the sofa.  Like three heavy I.V. 
sacs, which I�d seen strung up in the hospital when my mom had my little 
sister, the men�s balls dropped off the front edge of the couch.  There they 
hung, bloated with their seed, desiring release through their rampant 
cocks.  I felt my finger glide down Bethany�s bare tummy and slip between 
her legs.  Her own finger found my slit.  We stared at the men, clasping 
each other.
         �Ohhhh!� Bethany moaned.
         �Girls, are you masturbating AGAIN?!� Amber asked.
         �Sorry,� Bethany blushed.
         �We didn�t mean to,� I said.  Bethany and I drew apart.  
         �Now -- guard the men�s cocks while I go get some spreader bars for 
their feet,� Amber said.  She turned to Malthus.  �Do you have any of those, 
dear?�  
         �In the bottom drawer, in the dresser in my bedroom,� Malthus said.  
Absently he stroked his hard dick with his fingers.  He could pleasure 
himself all he wanted, I realized.  Only we, his guests, were forbidden.  
Yet I didn�t want to touch myself, if I could help it.
         �Very good,� Amber said.  She rose again, and I realized she was 
still thinking things up as we went along.  Eveline would have had 
everything prepared, right down to the last item.  But Amber was not 
experienced like Eveline was.
         Amber went to the bedroom and soon returned.  She tasked Bethany 
and I with bending down between the men�s legs and fixing their feet into 
the spreader bars.  Bethany had trouble, as before.  Amber helped her.  
When all three men�s legs were opened wide and held that way by the bars, 
Amber locked their ankles one to another.  Verajick�s left ankle was 
locked to Robin�s right, and Robin�s left ankle was locked to the right 
ankle of Jake.  
         �Yes, that should keep you from kicking us,� Amber said, 
contemplating the new restraints.  She tossed back her blonde hair.  She 
looked at Bethany and I.  �Well, girls, I think we�re ready!� she said.  Her 
eyes were bright.
         �Ooooh!  They must be tortured,� Bethany said.  Her voice sounded 
small and gleeful, like a girl about to get candy.
         �Yes, but first we�re going to apply some nice, cool taco sauce to 
their dicks, that I got out of the fridge,� Amber said.  �This will help 
them.  They won�t be quite so hot for sex.�  Amber made Bethany and I each 
take a bottle of taco sauce from the coffee table.  We made our way to and 
from the table on our knees.  We were kittenlike, precious.  Amber 
unscrewed the caps on the new bottles for us.  Her hands were stronger 
than ours.
         �Now girls,� Amber said.  �I�ve something for us to wear.�  She had 
brought a small black bag with her, procured from somewhere, when she�d 
fetched the second and third bottles of taco sauce.  She opened it.  She 
drew from it three small white pairs of gloves.  �Put these on your hands.  
I don�t want them getting messy.  Only the men�s dicks are to get messy.�
         �Oh, I have gloves like this that I wear each week to sunday school!� 
Bethany said.  Happily she grabbed a pair from Amber.  The gloves were 
quite pretty.  They had slim, tapered fingers and a bow adorned the wrist 
of each short little glove.  Bethany slipped hers on, I slipped a pair on my 
own hands.  Amber donned the third pair.  Hers were a little bigger than 
Bethany and mine.  We looked silly, nude except for our gloves and heels, 
but I liked wearing them all the same.
         �Now,� Amber said.  �Let�s touch up our lipstick, hmmm?  You girls 
have been having a little too much fun.�  She smiled slyly.  We had indeed, 
frigging ourselves and making love on the floor.  She made Bethany and I 
belly up to her, on our knees, she on her knees also, and she used a makeup 
kit to touch up our makeup.  Our brows were lined, our lashes coated.  Our 
cheeks were powdered and new lipstick was put on our lips.
         �Ah-choo!� Bethany sneezed as Amber powdered her nose.
         �Come on, for Christ�s sake,� Jake growled.  �This is fucking 
ridiculous!�
         �Gentlemen, you may have had to pay for us, but we�re not common 
whores,� Amber said to Jake.  �We�re ladies, and you must wait on us just 
as you would wait on your mistresses or your wives.�
         �She�s 12-years-old,� Jake said.  He looked at Bethany.  She shrank 
under his gaze.
         �Well, that�s true,� Amber agreed.  �And, back home, she might not 
wear any makeup, and you might see her swinging happily on a swing, in 
ripped jeans and a t-shirt.  But here she is a lady, and she must be 
properly made up like one.�
         Jake rolled his eyes.  
         �Girls, let�s begin,� Amber said.  She released us and let us return to 
the taco bottles that waited between each man�s feet.  Bethany and I each 
picked up a bottle, undid the cap, which Amber had already loosened.  
         �Pour it on their penises.  It will help them cool down,� Amber told 
us.  She lifted the bottle she held and positioned it right over Jake�s 
peehole.  Then she tilted the bottle.  
         Nothing came out.  �Oh, shit!  Let me get knives so we can get it to 
come out,� Amber said.  She hopped up.  She was clearly distressed that 
she didn�t have everything planned out, as a proper dominatrix would have.  
She hurried to the kitchen.  I watched the cheeks of her derriere wobbling 
as she ran.  Would those twin white cheeks be scorched with a whip by 
morning?  I wondered.  Malthus had a taste for whipping and I doubted 
Eveline�s whipping had satisfied it.
         I put my bottle down.  I let my gloved hands drift behind me and felt 
my fanny.  It felt smoothe and cool, I wished I had something to wear 
besides just these little gloves.  
         Amber came back from the kitchen.  She held three small, sharp 
knives in her hands.  �Sorry, I couldn�t find any with dull blades,� she said.  
         �Mine�s coming out!� Bethany declared.  Unknown to me, she�d 
continued to shake her bottle, quite vigorously, over Robin�s cock.  
Suddenly the taco sauce burst from the neck of her upturned bottle.
         �Yeah!  Good for you, Bethany,� Robin complimented her.  He seemed 
to enjoy the feel of the refrigerator-cooled sauce as it spilled down over 
his throbbing hot cock.  Bethany let it run from her bottle.  It coated the 
head of Robin�s penis like ketchup on an upturned hotdog.  Gradually it 
trailed down his thick shaft.  It was slow, like molasses in mid-winter.  
At last, reaching the base of his shaft, it flowed like lava out over the 
bulging sac of his balls.
         �Yeah, that feels good,� Robin said to Bethany.  He arched his hips 
and displayed his cock to the other men.  �Not bad for a 12-year-old, eh, 
Jake.  She made me nice and cool!�
         �Oooh, you look like you have blood all over your dick,� Bethany said.
         Amber knelt down beside the girl, handing me a knife as she passed 
behind me.  �Use your hands to spread the sauce all over his dick,� Amber 
told Bethany.  �He should be completely coated.�  Indeed, the thick sauce, 
running down his shaft, had left patches of skin untouched.  �And get it 
under the flap of his foreskin too,� Amber told Bethany.  �Work, girl!  Don�t 
just stare at his thing.  You�ve got to put your little gloved hands to work.  
This isn�t sunday school.�
         �Ohhhh, but what if he comes?� Bethany said.  She seemed rather 
frightened of Robin�s big penis.
         �That�s the point, silly,� Amber said.  �We must now use our mouths 
and our fingers to torture them.  Suck them, lick them, squeeze them too, 
if you like.  Hurry, Lisa, let�s get our own men covered in taco sauce so 
Robin isn�t forced out too far ahead of them.�
         �Is that all this cock torture is going to amount to?� Jake laughed.  
He cast a derisory glance at Malthus as Amber began pouring sauce out 
over his dick.  �Three cheap, well, expensive whores, two of them little 
girls, sucking our dicks?�
         �You wish more?� Malthus said.
         �Well, all this talk of �torture,�� Jake said.  �You�d raised my 
expectations, you know?  I thought I was going to have to really put out to 
get a drug route.  Looks like I�m going to have trouble staying awake!�
         Robin gave a little shiver.  Bethany kissed his cock.  �Be good,� she 
told him.  �Don�t move around too much.  You have a tasty dick.  I�m going 
to try to put a little of it in my mouth.  It reminds me of TACOs!� she said 
happily.  I watched as she licked his cockhead and then widened her mouth, 
trying to get her lips over his crown.  I smiled.  I doubted she�d have been 
willing to take him so easily, if he wasn�t coated in tasty taco sauce.
         �Oook.  You isth bigth!� Bethany said.  Her lips pushed down over his 
penis head.  It widened her cheeks, puffing them out.  She looked like she 
was trying to swallow a big-headed snake.
         �Ahhhgh!� Robin said.  Bethany gripped his shaft with her small, 
gloved hands, trying to get more of him to fit into her little wet mouth.
         �Ack!� Robin gasped.
         �What�s your problem, dickhead?� Jake asked him.  Robin began to 
sweat.  
         �That sauce is hot!� Robin declared.
         �No it�s not.  I�ve got it all over me, just like you do, and it�s nice 
and cool,� Jake said.  He shoved his bare hips forward a little more, rested 
his head back on the back of the couch.  �Wake me when you�re through, 
honey,� he said to Amber.  He closed his eyes.
         Almost immediately they reopened.
         �This sauce IS beginning to turn hot,� Verajick said.  I was busily 
working some into his peehole with the tip of my gloved thumb.  �Don�t do 
that,� he told me.
         �Sir, I may do whatever I please with your dick,� I reproved him.
         �No -- it�s turning hot!  It�s starting to burn!� Verajick warned me.
         �But how could it be?  I took it out of the refrigerator,� Amber 
asked.  Her eyes were wide with innocence, but there was a sly smile on 
her face.
         �You FUCKING bitch!� Jake shouted.  His hips rose up from the sofa.  
He stood erect.  He could not walk, though, for he was secured by his ankle 
to Robin.
         �Sit, boy!� Amber said.  He�d thrown her back when he shot to his 
feet.  Now, with a pretty gloved hand, she took him by his penis and pulled 
down hard on his shaft.
         �Damn you, bitch!� Jake said.  He plopped back down onto the sofa.
         �I have to go pee,� Bethany said.  She looked for permission to 
Amber.
         �That�s fine, dear, but hurry,� Amber said to her.  �We must all three 
keep torturing the mens� penises until they cum.�
         Bethany, very daintily, pulled off her white gloves.  She laid them on 
the coffee table and went skipping off to the bathroom.  I wanted to go to.  
         �May I?� I asked Amber.
         �Well, I shall have to just wait until you�re both finished, then,� 
Amber said.  �Hurry.  I don�t like leaving these three just sitting here.  It�s 
too much fun trying to make them shoot!�  She took her hands from Jake�s 
cock.
         �Thanks,� I said.  I dashed to the toilet.
         I found Bethany in the bathroom, madly rubbing her slit.
         �Oooh!  It�s so exciting!  I couldn�t bear it!� she said.  She was sitting 
on the commode, and had just peed, but showed little interest in getting 
up.
         �I know,� I said.  Freely I frigged my twat.  �Let me sit, though.  
Perhaps peeing will help,� I told her.  She got up.  She let me sit and, 
taking toilet paper from the roll beside the toilet, she wiped herself, 
though she now was standing upright.  We were quite unladylike, even if 
Amber had put new makeup on our faces.
         I managed to stop frigging myself long enough to pee.  Then I wiped, 
still sitting on the toilet.  Sighing, I rubbed my slit with the tissue paper 
longer than I needed to.  My breasts wobbled on my chest.  I looked at 
Bethany�s bosoms and felt guilty for bringing her here.  She was so young.  
She should be home doing homework, not down here in the desert making 
men�s penises suffer.  
         �Let�s go home,� I said to her.
         �You go -- I want to make Robin shoot!� Bethany said.
         �Oh, but I want him to win!� I said.  �Don�t you think he�s cute?�
         �I don�t know,� Bethany said, considering.  She put a finger to her 
chin.  �He�s big.  I�m just little.�
         �Well, try not to make him cum.  I want him to win,� I told her.  
�And, meanwhile, I�ll pump Verajick extra hard, and Jake too, if Amber 
will let me.�
         �Okay,� Bethany said.  �But what should I do?�
         �Just lick him a little,� I told her.  �Small little licks.  I�ll pump 
Verajick like he�s, you know, the handle for a well.�
         �Hmmm, he�s big enough to be the handle for a well,� Bethany said.  
         I rose from the toilet.  I took her hand.  �Come on, we�ll make Robin 
win and then we can both run away and live with him.  Malthus scares me,� 
I told her.
         �Me too,� Bethany agreed.
         Hand in hand we returned to the living room.  Amber was sitting on 
her feet, kneeling gracefully before Jake.  His legs were wide apart and he 
was sweating.  He cursed, under his breath.  His eyes were squeezed 
tightly shut but he was sitting upright now.  Robin and Verajick were just 
as discomposed as he.  
         �Ahh, there you are, girls.  The men are suffering quite badly now,� 
Amber said.  �I guess our little game of cock torture proved to be a 
challenge for them after all!�
         �Oh, they�re suffering!� I cried.  I clapped my hand to my breasts.
         �Do their penises hurt?� Bethany asked.
         Robin�s cheeks puffed.  Through clenched teeth, he said, �Yes!  My 
dick�s on fire, you little bitch!�
         �Sorry,� Bethany said.  She wandered over to him, still holding my 
hand.  Together we knelt in front of him.
         �What if I blow on it?� Bethany asked Robin.  She pursed her lips.  
With soft little puffs of air she blew across the underside of his ramrod 
penis.
         �Hi, Verajick!� I said.  I grabbed hold of his penis with both my 
hands.  �Time to give your penis a little stretch, don�t you think?� I asked.  
With both my hands I pulled rudely upward on his stiff dick.  Then, just as 
quickly, I slid both my hands down his shaft.  I squeezed him as tight as I 
could.
         �Stop -- I�ll shoot!� Verajick told me.  I cast a quick glance at 
Bethany.  She was still blowing softly on Robin�s hard, erect organ.
         �Yes, it�s time for your milking!� I told Verajick.  I drew in my 
breath.  My breasts rose.  I shoved them forward.  I got his shaft between 
my tits.
         �Mmmm, yes, cum in my face,� I said to Verajick.
         �Lisa, your skin will burn if you get it all over your breasts,� Amber 
warned me.
         �Yikes!� I said.  I drew back.  �May I wash it off?� I asked.
         �If you can,� she said.
         �No,� Malthus said.  �I am not going to have just the men suffer.  Put 
the sauce on your nipples, girls.  Or else,� he said.  He reached down and 
picked up the knife.
         �Oh, Malthus, NO!� Amber said.
         �Yes,� Malthus grinned.  �Do it now.  Do it, or I�ll insist you put it on 
your slits too.�
         �I would never do such a thing!� I told Malthus.  I felt angry.  Bethany 
and I should have used our trip to the toilet to try to escape.  Now I wasn�t 
sure, if we chose to, that we could outrun him.  Even if I escaped, Bethany 
might not.
         �Ahhh, girls, do you dare to disobey Malthus?� a female voice asked.  
I spun around on my knees.
         �Eveline!� I cried.  She stood over us.  She had a long whip in her 
finely-nailed hand.  It was a bullwhip.  Someone, perhaps a servant at 
Malthus� secret request, had let her free.  Her hair was pinned up, though 
she had not bathed since her ordeal.  Her lipstick was smudged and her 
bottom, I knew, must be feeling quite scorched, though I couldn�t see it.  
She was nude except for long silk stockings.  I guessed they were new 
earlier in the day, but now both stockings had long runs in them.  She had 
spiked mules on her feet.  
         �Ohhh, Eveline!  We can�t!� Amber protested.  
         �But you could listen to me be whipped?� Eveline said.  �Put that 
taco sauce on your nipples at once, girl!  All of you!  Do it!�
         �Ohh, Boo!  Hoo!� Bethany cried.  Big tears began rolling down her 
cheeks.
         �And what are you worthless shits complaining about?!� Eveline 
shouted.  She cracked her whip.  The long tail of the whip came cracking 
down across the open thighs of all three men.  They jumped in their seats.  
A few inches higher and the whip would have crossed over their cocks.
         I bent to Bethany and licked at her nipple.  �Here, I�ll wet it for you 
first,� I told her.
         �Oh, I don�t wanna!� she protested.  But she smiled a little as my 
tongue lapped at her rigid teat.  First one, then the other.  
         �Now do mine,� I told her.  Helpfully she leaned forward and, 
extending her tongue, licked tentatively at the tip of one of my tits.
         �Mmm, I�m hungry, mommie,� Bethany told me.
         �Just wet my nipples, silly.  I�m not your mommie,� I told her.  When 
she had, I lifted her face from my breasts.  �Now let me put some taco 
sauce over your tits,� I told her.  I forgot to put my gloves back on.  
Instead, I dipped a finger down into my bottle of taco sauce and, 
withdrawing it, I coated one of her small pink teats with the ketchup-like 
sauce.
         �It feels nice and cool,� Bethany said.  She thrust her breasts out.  �I 
like it.�
         �Well, it will burn in a minute,� I warned her.
         �Maybe it only burns penises,� Bethany said.
         �I doubt it,� I told her.  When I�d put sauce on both her nipples I told 
her to do mine.
         Amber did her own breasts.  Then we waited.
         �Yooks!  Mine are starting to burn!� Bethany suddenly hollared.  We 
were all kneeling on the soft carpet.  Eveline stood over us, holding her 
whip.  The men, all of them sweating hard, watched us with interest.
         �Mmmm, mine are starting to burn TOOO!� I shouted.  I leapt to my 
feet.  �Where�s the water?!� I asked Amber.  I knew she�d brought out a 
bowl of warm soapy water to cleanse the men�s dicks with.
         Malthus roared with laughter.  Bethany jumped to her feet and 
together she and I, spotting the bowl, went running to it.
         �I should put taco sauce on your naked little asses!� Malthus said.
         �I hate you, Malthus!� I told him, truthfully.  Bethany and I bent over 
the bowl.  We fought to get our hands into the water, each of us wanting to 
be first.  Then we lifted the water in handfuls to our breasts and splashed 
it upon ourselves.
         Several minutes later we were still assiduously soaping our nipples.  
They burned as much as before.  I was sobbing, softly.  Bethany wept more 
loudly.
         �Oooh!  I can�t stand it!� Bethany cried.  We were kneeling again, the 
bowl on the floor between our legs.  It was almost empty now.  There was 
water upon the rug and splashed on our thighs.  Soap ran down our bare 
tummies and collected in droplets in our nests.  But our nipples still 
burned, hotly.  There was apparently no way to relieve them.
         �You have taken enough of a break,� Eveline told us.  �Get back over 
to the men.  They must be shot off, all three of them.�
         �Yes, ma�am,� I said.  I kept my eyes lowered.  I was afraid of her 
now, of her whip, of the bad mood she was in because her bottom was 
flayed.  I�d caught a look at her hindquarters.  There were sharp red weals 
all across her backside.  I doubted she�d sit comfortably again for a month, 
a week?  I didn�t know.  She woulnd�t be happy for awhile, though, that I 
knew.  And I no longer wanted to be here with such strange people.
         �Milk them hard,� I told Bethany.  I whispered in her ear as we 
crossed the room submissively on our knees.  �Then we�re going home!�
         �Yessss,� Bethany agreed.  Together we took our places again, me in 
front of Verajick, she in front of Robin.  We no longer tried to favor him.  I 
pulled hard on Verajick�s penis, she squeezed and rubbed Robin�s.  Amber 
began working again upon Jake�s stiff cock.  Eveline watched us, silently.  
I guessed she wished to strike our bare bottoms with the whip, but 
Malthus hadn�t given her permission (yet).
         The men came, in close succession.  First Verajick, for I was 
working him very hard.  He swore at me.  His spunk flew from his penis.  I 
drew back, momentarily, surprised at its sudden eruption from his pee 
hole.  Then, fearing he might fall short of releasing his full load, I leaned 
in between his legs again and, oblivious to the white sperm erupting into 
my face, and licked at his organ and worked it like a cow�s udder with my 
hands.
         �Yeek!� Bethany shouted.  Robin exploded in her face.  He spurted up 
her nose, into her mouth.  She�d been trying to get her lips over his dick 
again.  
         �Rub!  Rub!� I told her.  I still pumped Verajick.  I didn�t want these 
men to have any lust left in them when we were through.  I guessed 
Malthus wished to see their burning cocks shoved up our twats.  But, if 
they were soft, that wouldn�t be possible.
         Bethany worked like a trooper.  Despite her alarm at having sperm 
shooting up into her face, she manhandled Robin with able fingers.  He 
pumped and pumped and pumped out his jism.  It showered over her lovely 
blonde hair.  Some even flew far enough to get into mine.
         Jake was last.  The old bastard proved to be toughest, just like he 
said he would be.  I wished I�d had a shot at him, instead of Verajick.  
Perhaps I could have made him cum first.  Amber smiled at me, not 
knowing what I was thinking.  Then, with Jake just beginning to spout into 
her face, she closed her lips over the head of his cock.  She rose from her 
knees.  Standing, but bending forward at the waist, she slid his long dong 
all the way to the back of her mouth.  Then, as Bethany and I watched with 
wide eyes, she forced him deeper.
         I watched as Amber choked.  Then she managed to find a way to 
accomodate him.  She slid him deeper still, until I swear he was halfway 
down her throat.  
         �Mmmmfff,� Amber said.  Her cheeks bulged.  Sperm dripped from her 
lips where they closed over his shaft.  She squeezed his balls, to make him 
give her more.
         Suddenly there was a crack of the bullwhip.
         �MOOOOK!� Amber shouted.  Eveline had struck her bare bottom as 
she bent over Jake, receiving his cock.  Yet, like some willing Amazon, 
Amber kept Jake in her, refusing even to rise as her bent-over, well 
displayed ass fell prey to Eveline�s whip.  I saw a red mark form across 
Amber�s pale cheeks where the whip had struck her.
         �Yes, you do it deliciously,� Eveline complimented Amber.  She did 
not strike the girl again.  Amber received all of Jake within her, all that 
didn�t drip out from between her tight lips where they circled his shaft.           
Finally Jake appeared spent.  Amber let her mouth slip from his penis.  His 
staff had begun to limpen, I saw.  I was glad, for I feared him and hoped he 
had no wicked sperm left.  Amber stood and eyed Jake with warm eyes.  
She rubbed her belly.
         �You win, sir,� she said.  �Let me get the key so I can undo your 
cuffs.�  She cast a glance at Malthus.  
         �Yes.  Alright,� Malthus said.  He looked at the bowl of water.  
Bethany and I had emptied it, washing our nipples off.  There was none left 
for the men.
         �May we go now?� Bethany asked Eveline.  
         �To the bathroom!� I added hastily.
         �You girls just went,� Amber said.
         �Well, I have to pee again,� Bethany said.  She didn�t, I guessed, but 
had caught my hint.  She wanted to go home.  We needed an excuse to 
escape.
         �Yes, girls, go pee if you must,� Eveline said.  �Then I want you both 
upstairs.  We do have a little naughtiness to make amends for, hmmm?  
Remember this afternoon?�
         �Yes,� I said.  �We�ll be quick.�  I stood.
         �I have to go Number Two,� Bethany said.  �I might be a little 
longer.�
         �Fine,� Eveline said.  �Remember to turn on the fan in the bathroom, 
or you�ll stink it up.�
         �Yes!� Bethany said.  �And flush too!� She hurried from the room.  I 
followed her.
         �Do you really have to poop?� I asked her as soon as we�d reached 
the relative safety of the toilet.
         �A little,� she said.  �But it can wait.  Do you have a plan for us to 
escape?� she looked at me hopefully.
         �Not really,� I admitted.  I felt frightened.  I knew she did too.  
Suddenly we embraced.  Our nipples perked to each other.  Our bellies 
touched warmly.  Our hips pushed forward, making our curly nests brush 
and intermingle their hairs.  I was wet between my legs and knew she was 
too.
         �We must escape, somehow,� I told her.  I bent my face to hers.  Her 
lips were waiting.
         �Yes,� she agreed.  I kissed her small lovely mouth.  I let my tongue 
run aross her upper lip and found that she�d opened her mouth to receive it.
         �Ohhh, we shouldn�t do this!� I confessed to her.  But I stuck my 
tongue in her mouth, drowning her response.
         Bethany twisted in my hands.  I held them to her face, invading her 
mouth with my tongue.  She tasted sweet inside her mouth, like candy.  I 
found I liked the taste of her.  I hoped she liked the flavor of my tongue.  I 
wondered what it tasted like to her.  
         I felt a mouthing against my cheek.  How?  My mouth was pressed to 
Bethany�s.  A kiss, a touch of a tongue pressing into my cheek.  Eveline!  
She cupped my bare bottom with her hand.  I felt Bethany squirm under me, 
and heard her issue a small cry.  Eveline�s other hand must be upon her 
bottom, I reasoned, exploring her tight crack even as she was now delving 
into mine.
         I tried to shove my hips forward, to escape Eveline�s probing finger.  
She touched my anus.  She pushed harder.  I could not get away.  My hips 
were already thrust forward, my soft downy pubic hair pressed tight 
against Bethany�s.  With a shout Bethany tried to shove her hips forward 
too, for Eveline was probing her anus with her finger.  Bethany and I fought 
each other, with our hips, each of us trying to jerk forward against the 
other to get away from Eveline�s naughty fingers.  At last, my weight 
proved greater (I was, after all, a year older.)  I managed to push my hips 
far forward, relieving myself of Eveline�s finger in my backside.  Bethany, 
however, was shoved back, and she yelped in a high-pitched voice as her 
pushed-back bottom was penetrated deeply by Eveline�s pointing finger.
         �Girls, your new master wishes to see you both whipped,� Eveline 
said in a soft, lilting voice.  She managed to intrude her finger within my 
cheeks again.  I felt her softly caress my back hole with her fingertip.  My 
body froze, listening as she spoke.  Our new master?  
         �For the evening,� Eveline said, as if anticipating my concern.  �Just 
for this evening.�  She kissed my cheek again.  �Jake won you both fair and 
square, and he wishes for me to whip you.  For playing nude in the sun, this 
afternoon, or perhaps for nothing at all, just to see your erotic little 
bottoms squirm and bounce under the whip.  I�ll try not to do it too hard.  
He can be a real beast, though!  Don�t expect me to spare you and put my 
own backside at risk.  I�m afraid I�ve had enough for one night, thanks to 
Verajick.�
         Robin entered the room.  I was standing there, bumping my muff 
against Bethany�s, sharing with her the closeness of my wet slit, feeling, 
when I leaned far back and ground my hips into hers, the moistness of her 
own (which I could not do, now, with Eveline frightening me.)  Standing 
with my bosoms hard pressed to Bethany�s and my nose and lips pressed to 
hers, and my tummy hot and rubbing hers and my kinky pussy hairs twining 
a little with hers, Robin entered.
         He had the jaunty walk of a conqueror.  He was nude, except for 
ankle-length socks and his shoes, polished black.  His penis had hardened 
again after the torture we�d given it.  His balls were drawn up, sac-like, 
as if holding precious cargo.  (Cargo, I suspected, he wished to deliver 
soon.)  There was fire in his eyes and he stared down at me and Bethany, 
his head perched high on his broad-shouldered frame.  We stood like small 
rabbits underneath him, caught out in the open fields by a hungry wolf.
         Eveline�s hands retreated.  Robin�s claimed our bottoms now.  I saw 
him lick his lips and knew something had transpired in the living room, 
between the four men.  Some transaction that had not included us in its 
making, but had, most certainly, us as its prize.
         �You both belong to me now,� Robin said frankly.  �I�m out of the 
drug business.  I sold all my routes to Jake.�  He paused, drew a deep 
breath.  �For you,� he said, exhaling.  �For both of you.�
         I trembled.  Right from my head to my toes I trembled.  I felt timid, 
yet joyful.  Robin I liked very much.  He was, almost, I thought, like a 
boyfriend to me, though I�d only met him this evening.  Then I remembered 
it was Bethany who had actually worked his penis, and given him the joy 
of spending.
         Would he favor her?  I did not know.  I felt a rivalry suddenly, 
between us, though only moments before I�d been worried about saving her, 
even more than myself, for she was littler than me.
         �Nobody can own people.  I learned that in social studies,� Bethany 
told Robin.  Her eyes were wide with fright but her voice was prim, 
assertive.
         Robin laughed.  It was the bold, casual laugh of a male who has what 
he wants, and knows it.  He jammed his penis between our close-pressed 
hips and she and I both drew back, fearfully, to avoid it.  
         �You�d best forget your nursery school lessons,� Robin said proudly 
to Bethany.  �I�ve bought you, and woe to you if you try to escape.  But I�d 
rather you were my willing loveslaves, than forced into it.  Though I�ll use 
force if I have to.�
         �Their wristlets can be made quite handy in an argument like this,� 
Eveline said.  Swiftly she drew behind Bethany and, taking her arms 
gently, a woman softly touching another, hardly causing Bethany to notice, 
until after the deed was done, and it was too late, Eveline pressed 
Bethany�s hands together.  The bracelets upon her wrists clicked into 
place.
         �Whaaat?� Bethany cried.  Poor, foolish girl.  She�d worn wristlets 
all evening, which could be locked together simply by pressing one into the 
other.  Yet she�d forgotten them, or never perceived their use.  Had she 
thought them simple bangles, decorations for her arms?
         Eveline stepped behind me.  I wished to resist, but didn�t.  Robin�s 
penis was jutting close to my pussy and I found I wanted it.  Or, at least, 
if it was to be put into one of us, I wanted it to be me, not Bethany.  I 
feared Robin might prefer her to myself.  
         I felt my breasts rise, thrust out, as Eveline pulled back my arms.  
CLICK!  One motion clasped both my arms together.  I was prisoner now, 
with anklets on my feet, waiting still to be snapped togehter, or into the 
legs, perhaps, of a trestle, like the one they�d whipped Bethany over in the 
bedroom during our orgy.
         �Yes, that�s better,� Robin breathed.  His voice was low, husky.  
Bethany looked at me, at him, at Eveline.  Indignantly she wrestled her 
wrists one against the other, behind her back, trying to free them.  Her 
lovely bosoms bobbed on her chest.  
         I faced Robin.  I felt his eyes drop from my face to my breasts.  They 
presented themselves quite boldly.  �How shall we win our freedom?� I 
asked him.  My voice was timid.  He cupped my tits with his large hands.  
They were calloused.  I knew not why.  Was he not a drug lord?  Perhaps 
he�d loaded the sacks of heroin and cocain himself, sweating in the hot sun 
with his other laborers, to make a greater fortune for himself.  Yet now 
he�d spent it all, on Bethany and me.  Or at least he�d spent what he might 
have earned, in the future.  I did not know the details.  Only that I�d been 
bargained for, and sold.
         �It will be arduous,� Robin said.  Rudely he stuck his big penis 
between my legs.  I tried, to late, to clip my thighs together.  I wound up 
trapping his big thing inside my legs.  He seemed to savor the pressure of 
my thighs against his rod and I feared to open again, lest I anger him.  
Eveline ran her hands down the outside of my thighs, bidding me to keep 
him.  She stood behind me, he in front.  Bethany, off to the side, still 
struggled vainly to free her wrists.  
         �You may,� Robin said, his voice catching a little, �You may bear 
young for me.�  I felt my tummy tighten.  It was smooth, soft, dimpled by 
my navel.  I did not want it swollen with his child.  Yet, even now, I 
couldn�t remember when I�d last taken birth control.  Eveline had teased 
about slipping pills into our orange juice at breakfast.  I hoped she had.  
What was now stuck between my legs felt full of male juice, and Robin 
rubbed it with a grating feel against my pussy lips.  The juice from them 
moistened the top of his rod as he worked it back and forth between my 
jammed-together thighs.
         �Oh, Robinnnn!� I cried.  I fell forward.  It was too much for me, 
being bound, having his cock upthrust against my slit.  I fainted into him.  
He caught me, easily, held me tight against him.  I felt the hair on his 
chest rubbing against my face, my bosoms.  He was hairy, I was without 
hair, except for a sprinkling between my legs, and flowing down in soft 
folds from atop my head.  He laughed.  His chest rose and fell as he 
laughed.  It was a possessive laugh, as Hercules might have given after 
slaying some beast, capturing its hide to decorate his home with.  
         �Bethany, do you have to go potty?� I heard Eveline ask.  There was a 
note of alarm in her voice.
         �Yes, I do!�  Bethany said.  
         �Well, don�t stand there with your poop coming out of your bottom.  
Get your seat over to the toilet!� Eveline told my friend.
         �I can�t!  My hands are tied!� Bethany said.
         �Your legs still work, don�t they?  Get over there at once, girl, and 
sit down on the potty, before I whip your behind for punishment, with no 
joy at all reserved in it.  Do you want that?  I could make your bottom 
BAKE if I wished to.�
         �Noooooo!� Bethany protested.  I could not see her, but I imagined her 
dashing over to the potty, a big turd squeezing out of her little bottom 
even as she ran.  When at last I recovered myself and was able to stand, 
without having to lean into Robin, I saw Bethany on the toilet, bent 
forward, with her arms still tied, as mine were.  Eveline was wiping her 
bottom for her.
         �If I�m your love slave don�t forget I need to go to the potty, and eat 
lots of candy too,� Bethany told Robin.
         Robin laughed and squeezed the cheeks of my bare ass.  �Don�t worry.  
I�ll buy you a lollipop,� he told her.                    

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