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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A Taste For Torture
Chapter One
She was quite dismissive of him, which only made him want her all
the more. He was on leave from flying. Three days with nothing to do but
sit by the hotel pool. And stare at her, which might have been a pleasure
but which he found agonizing.
She was 14. He watched her as she walked to the edge of the diving
board. The board, stiff like his cock, wiggled. Her bosoms jostled within
the confines of her bra. She ran her fingers along the waistband of her
bikini panties. He gazed with amorous desire at the way her bosoms
protruded above her sleek young ribs, which he proceeded to count,
absent-mindedly, as she bounced at the end of the board. Below her ribs
he gazed at her flat, gently inward-sloping belly. Her eyes flashed at him.
She was aware of him watching. Her eyes were like emeralds, he thought.
Beautiful green emeralds set in a perfect face, like gems set into fine
china. Her arms lifted and arched. She jutted her ass out behind her. He
felt himself grow even harder. She was preparing to dive, of course, but
he could only see the other way in which such a bottom-offering might be
put to use; by a whip, or by his straining manhood.
Or both, he thought, as she splashed head-first into the pool.
Given her dismissiveness, he was surprised that evening to find her
in the hotel room of his girlfriend. His lover was named Kyla. She had
long brown hair and, at 19, a body any man would kill for. And there sat
his 14-year-old fantasy girl, with her flashing emerald-green eyes, still
clad in her bikini. It was damp from the pool.
�Well hello, Darnell,� Kyla smiled. She kissed the air, as she gazed
at him. He nodded and wished he wasn�t still in his swimsuit. It clung to
his groin. It outlined his cock which immediately grew larger.
Downstairs, by the pool, when he had suffered from such a state of arousal
he had thrown a towel over himself. But now he had left his towel
downstairs. He had only expected to find Kyla in her room, not the blonde
with the emerald eyes.
Uncomfortably Darnell shifted his stance. He glanced around Kyla�s
living room. Surely there must be a towel, or something, that he could
grab? Damn these little Speedo swimsuits! They were marvellous for lap
swimming, and let a guy get a great tan, but a man with his proportions
didn�t want to be seen in one when he was excited!
Kyla pretended to ignore Darnell�s rising stiffness. �This is Jacinta,
Darnell,� Kyla said. She indicated the girl.
�Yes. We�ve met,� Darnell answered. He watched the blonde�s
emerald eyes. They widened as his manhood grew. Suddenly her tongue
flicked across her upper lip, licking it nervously. She shifted in her chair,
in her wet swimsuit.
�Darnell, you would never guess what we�ve been talking about,�
Kyla smiled at her lover.
�What?� Darnell asked.
�Sit down,� Kyla said. She motioned to a chair between the two
girls. Darnell sat. He watched as Jacinta�s eyes followed him as he sat.
They remained fixed on his groin. Only when he was seated, and had pulled
his chair forward, did her eyes finally lift to his face. She blushed.
It transpired that they had, in fact, been talking about him. Jacinta,
who had rebuffed Darnell that morning, had done it more from a sense of
shyness than from disapproval. Also she had not known, in the curious
logic that sometimes motivates females, a particular fact about him:
�I didn�t know you were a pilot,� Jacinta confessed. Her blush
deepened.
�Oh, do you like pilots?� Darnell asked. He felt his confidence
growing. Unfortunately his groin was still growing too, making his
swimsuit quite uncomfortable.
�Yes. I do,� Jacinta said.
Kyla, who had not wanted to get her swimsuit wet, smelled
deliciously of palm oil and coconut butter. She was wearing a bikini, but
it wasn�t wet from the pool, and her hair, luxuriously brushed, tumbled in
glossy waves down past her face and over her shoulders.
�She says she is smitten by them, and finds them quite irresistible,�
Kyla smiled.
�Oh. That�s nice,� Darnell told the young blonde. He grinned at her.
He looked at the girl in a manner even he himself would have described as
�cocky�.
�Yes,� Jacinta said. She licked her lips again. Her voice was quiet,
submissive. Her eyes ran over his bare chest. Then they slid, like wet
green gemstones, down past his ribs and his stomach to his groin.
�You spent all day ignoring me,� Darnell told Jacinta.
�I�m sorry,� Jacinta said. Darnell�s swimsuit became so tight that
he wanted to scream.
They chatted as the moon rose over the pool outside. Darnell had
been intending to ask Kyla to dinner. But instead they became absorbed in
their conversation with each other. At last Kyla suggested, for the hour
was growing late, that they order hotel room service.
Kyla answered the knock at the door when their meal was delivered.
She still wore her bikini, which she had declined to go swimming in, and
the delivery boy was excited to find himself face-to-face with such a
beautiful woman. But even more intriguing was the younger female
standing beyond Kyla, with her back to him. It was obvious that she had no
bra on. Her hair had been pulled forward over one shoulder and she was
speaking quietly to a man, who seemed to be unusually large in the groin.
To the delivery boy�s dismay, the brunette who took the meal from him
quickly paid him and closed the door.
�What do you think?� Jacinta asked, for she had taken off her bra to
show Darnell her bosoms. There was a fierceness in her demeanor as she
showed herself to him.
�They are quite large,� Darnell replied.
�Thanks,� Jacinta said. She gazed down at herself with proud eyes.
�Dinner�s here,� Kyla said. She put the meal on the table they�d been
sitting around. She looked at Darnell. �Did you find anything good on
T.V.?�
�No,� Darnell said.
�He likes my tits, though,� Jacinta smiled.
�That�s nice,� Kyla answered. She had an �open� arrangement with
Darnell. They did not love each other exclusively. She was delighted to
find that Jacinta might be brought into their relationship. However so far
the girl had only asked Darnell for an opinion on her tits, which she
claimed no pilot had ever seen before. Darnell assured the young child
that she was well endowed.
�I would like to date a pilot,� Jacinta confessed. She made to put
her bra back on. As she lifted the cups to her bosoms she looked at Kyla,
who was opening the dinners. �I�m sorry,� Jacinta whispered.
�No. It�s alright,� Kyla smiled. She glanced at Darnell�s groin. If he
grew any stiffer she feared he would tear his swimsuit. She hadn�t seen
him that excited since they�d first met. She enjoyed seeing him
awkwardly aroused, stuffed in his little Speedo suit and unable to remove
it because of the presence of this young girl.
�I shouldn�t be showing your boyfriend my tits,� Jacinta said. �It
was impulsive, and wrong of me. Your back was turned and I couldn�t
resist. I�m sorry,� Jacinta said. She had already been blushing and now
her blush deepened.
�No. It�s fine,� Kyla said. She reached up and brushed back her long
brown hair. �Anyway, don�t tempt me by apologizing too much,� she added.
�What do you mean?� Jacinta asked. She was reaching behind
herself, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Darnell, who had risen to see
what was on the T.V., walked over to her. He had listened as she used the
bathroom while Kyla was ordering room service. He had heard her peeing
into the bathroom toilet and the sound of it had made him so aroused that
his fingers were trembling. With his nervous hands he now reached up and
took hold of the catch in Jacinta�s bra.
Kyla�s eyes darted to Darnell. Jacinta could see the woman looking
suddenly past her, at Darnell, who was standing behind her. She felt a
curious sense of being possessed by the couple. It was the first time
she�d ever felt such a thing. It was scary and yet at the same time it was
highly arousing. Darnell took the bra clasp out of Jacinta�s fingers,
letting her hands drop to her sides. But instead of fitting the clasp back
together Darnell merely held the two ends of the bra�s back strap in his
trembling hands. Jacinta felt something hard bump against her butt.
�Oh!� Jacinta gasped.
�Sorry,� Darnell murmured. Neither of them needed to explain what
it was that had accidentally hit the girl in her young rump.
�Sometimes I do something that I shouldn�t,� Kyla told Jacinta.
�And Darnell has to correct my behavior. And sometimes it�s the other
way around, and I have to straighten him out.�
�Oh,� Jacinta said. She could feel Darnell�s hands lingering over her
bra clasp, not closing it. Slowly Darnell released the tension in her bra�s
back strap. This allowed the cups to fall from Jacinta�s breasts. She
lifted her palms up to catch the cups.
�There�s no reason to wear that, if you don�t want to,� Kyla told
Jacinta. She found herself excited by the girl�s nudity. She was delighted
by her impulsiveness. How sweetly childish it was for the girl to show
off her tits to Darnell when Kyla�s back was turned!
�Really, I should not--� Jacinta said nervously. She could feel
Kyla�s eyes upon her nude tits. She pressed her bra cups firmly to her
bosoms. Covering herself with the cups, she once again slid her hands
around to her back. She fumbled with her bra clasp.
Darnell�s hands reached down to her panties. Jacinta�s breath caught
audibly in her throat. Even as she struggled to fix her bra, Darnell began
to lower her bikini bottoms. Jacinta was aware of the edge of her
swimsuit, in front, passing down over her pubic hair. Kyla�s eyes darted
to her bush.
�Oh, really! I cannot!� Jacinta blurted.
�Pick,� Kyla said.
�Huh?� Jacinta asked.
�You wished to apologize, darling. Now I am giving you the
opportunity,� Kyla told the girl. �Pick which you wish to do without, as
penance for your impulsiveness. Your bra, or your panties?� Darnell�s
hands inched Jacinta�s swim panties down until her bush was completely
exposed. Meanwhile, in a pose which looked increasingly foolish, the
blonde was still attempting, without much success due to her
nervousness, to close her bra.
�Oh! Oh! My bra!� Jacinta suddenly answered. Darnell did not pull
the blonde�s panties back up. However he did let go of them. Then Jacinta,
under Kyla�s watchful, intrusive stare, slowly drew off her bra. Her young
tits wobbled nakedly. Her belly, already concave in appearance, sucked
itself in deeper under her ribs. Finally Jacinta, prodded by Darnell�s hand,
which nudged her wrist, deposited her unhooked bra into Darnell�s palm.
Then she anxiously pulled her panties back up, hiding her pubis from view.
The dinner which followed could only be described as erotic. Jacinta
ate topless. Her naked tits jiggled with every forkful of food she put in
her mouth. They even wiggled as she chewed, sending Kyla into giggles as
she watched Darnell shifting in his seat. As for Darnell, he was in heaven,
but he wished to God there was some way, some appropriate way, that he
could remove his Speedos. On the other hand Kyla seemed quite amused by
Darnell�s predicament. Had she given her permission he might have been
able to take off his swimsuit. But without her help, and with Jacinta
being only 14, he couldn�t quite figure out how to reveal himself. After
all, despite the brief, playful liberty he�d taken with Jacinta�s swim
panties, he still wasn�t sure how far he could push this child. He didn�t
want her to bolt from the room and report that some man had exposed his
penis to her.
At the meal�s conclusion they watched T.V. together. Darnell
remained pent-up in his swimsuit. Kyla still wore her unwettened
swimsuit, her skin rich with the smell of sun tan lotion. And little
Jacinta, in her panties, which were now dry, continued to provide a
tempting, if unbearably chaste, visual feast.
They ate again together the following night, once more in Kyla�s
room. Jacinta had spent the day with her parents. Kyla and Darnell had
gone shopping. Now they were together again, and once more they played
out their simple erotic game. Jacinta asked forthrightly if she could
remove her bra.
�Yes, dear. Of course. I think you are expected to,� Kyla smiled. And
Jacinta, having just arrived in the room, freed her tits, letting them hang
pertly before Darnell�s gaze, the nipples rising and poking toward his
excited eyes.
The presence of Jacinta�s gorgeous, naked, wobbling tits meant that
Darnell felt an uncomfortable wetness in his swimsuit. He could feel pre-
cum staining the front of his suit, where his pee hole pressed vigorously
against the nylon. Jacinta, who previously had not acknowledged Darnell�s
excitement, except to look at it, now reached out and pressed a finger to
him. She put her finger directly against the wet spot.
�Your swimsuit is dry, but not there,� Jacinta told Darnell.
�I know,� Darnell answered.
�Kyla, your boyfriend is making his swimsuit all wet!� Jacinta told
the brunette. Kyla smiled. She looked at the emerald-eyed blonde and
asked,
�How long can you stay tonight?�
�As long as I wish,� Jacinta answered.
�Then come over here,� Kyla said. �There�s something we�re going to
do tonight for Darnell.� Kyla wiggled her finger, beckoning the girl.
Jacinta felt a curiously thrilling sense of obedience as she walked over to
Kyla. Her hips swayed salaciously as she walked. Her bottom, in her small
swim panties, rolled before Darnell�s eyes. She wondered if the movement
of her hips was making Darnell even wetter.
�Sit down,� Kyla told the young blonde. Eagerly Jacinta obeyed. Her
breasts gave a pert bounce as she plopped down into her chair by the table.
Her eyes flicked toward Darnell. He looked bigger than ever in his
swimsuit. As for herself, she could feel a small private place, down
between her own legs, in her panties, where her cunt was moistening her
suit. Turning her eyes to Kyla, she realized that the brunette�s suit was
probably not free from moisture. Down between her legs, where no one
could see, she was probably as excited as Jacinta.
�There�s something I shouldn�t discuss with you, because you�re only
14,� Kyla told Jacinta. �But with your permission I�d like to discuss it.�
�Alright,� Jacinta said. Her emerald eyes glowed brightly. Her
nipples sported tips as stiff as pink coral.
Kyla twirled a finger in her long hair. Then she continued: �When I
first became a stewardess, I heard about a club. It was a club called The
Bit and Saddle Club. I had no idea what it was about. But I�d heard that all
the most popular pilots and stewardesses belonged to it. Finally someone
told me about it. As it turned out, the club wasn�t any particular place. It
might be anyplace. It was the people who made up the club. It wasn�t a
club like a night club is.
�Anyway when another stew told me about it, she explained how I
could join.� Kyla cleared her throat, in a high-pitched, nervous way. �The
way I could join was by surviving for three days in a mountain cabin.�
Kyla gazed at Jacinta. There was silence. The blonde, looking up at her
expectantly, waiting to hear her say more, finally said:
�I shouldn�t mind that. As long as it has MTV!�
�Oh! Well, you are understanding a little bit, but not enough, I�m
afraid,� Kyla said. �Just like me. In my case nobody told me what to
expect.� Kyla shot a rueful glance at Darnell. Then she said, �For three
days, you must do as you are told. In the cabin. I will be there to help you
but it is your duty to obey, not mine. Darnell will be there too. Actually
you will arrive first, with me, if you agree to this. I will help you get
settled and ready. Then Darnell will come, with several of his friends.
All pilots.� Kyla smiled warmly at the girl. �The men will be able to do
as they please with you, for three days in the cabin. If you are completely
obedient then you can join the club!�
Kyla waited for Jacinta to answer. The blonde, after being so
coquettish in her behavior, suddenly found herself tensing and fidgeting
nervously in her chair. She laced her fingers together. She unlaced them.
She stroked her thighs. Finally, unthinkingly, she lifted her hands and
placed them protectively over her bosoms. Her nipples pressed hard
against her fingers. Slowly she parted her fingers. She let her nipples jut
through.
Darnell gazed at the child, with her stiff young teats sticking
through her hands as she cupped her breasts. How sweet she was! How
bashful and yet how obviously excited!
�I�m sorry,� Kyla said at last to the girl. �Perhaps I was too hasty
in explaining Darnell�s wish for you. You are really too young for such
things.�
�No!� Jacinta said. She squeezed her nipples. Darnell thought of
nipple clamps biting the child�s nipples, and wondered if such a thought
had ever crossed the 14-year-old�s mind. �I- I don�t mind,� Jacinta said.
�We were thinking of having a party next weekend,� Kyla said to the
girl. �Darnell has a friend with a cabin. It�s not the same cabin I stayed
in, but it will suffice. I�ve never been there. Darnell says it�s quite
beautiful.� She turned her head. Her long brown hair swished across her
bare, suntanned shoulders. Darnell nodded his head. She turned back to
Jacinta. �If you would like to come, Darnell can get you a seat. First
class. All the arrangements will be taken care of. You have simply to...
come,� Jacinta giggled. �But you will enjoy it, I�m sure. If you can
manage to slip away from your parents.�
�I could do that,� Jacinta said. �But of course I won�t be here next
weekend. At the hotel, I mean.�
�Oh. Neither will we,� Kyla said. �But it�s okay. Darnell and I fly
all over the world. Did you say you were from California?�
�Yes,� Jacinta said. �Los Angeles. So I guess I could leave by LAX.�
�Yes,� Kyla said. �Right.�
Kyla seemed to become flustered then, at the ease with which the
arrangements had been made, and Jacinta did too, blushing and glancing at
Darnell and then, taking her hands from her tits, looking down at her
breasts. Kyla went to the phone. She picked it up. She made as if to order
room service, pressing several numbers on the phone. But then she
realized that Jacinta had just arrived, and the sun was still high in the
sky. So, after a moment, Kyla put the phone back on the hook.
�Will there be... like... sex at the cabin?� Jacinta asked, looking up
from her bosoms.
�Yes,� Kyla said.
�Will there... be a lot of sex?� Jacinta asked. Both girls looked at
Darnell.
�You are going to be at the mercy of three of the finest pilots in
TWA,� Darnell told the girl. �In addition to that, Kyla and two
stewardesses will be present. So, technically, there will be a girl for
every guy present. But you should not expect to be let off the hook
because of that. You will have to fulfill certain... requirements to join the
club.�
�You will have complete privacy,� Kyla assured Jacinta. �Except, of
course, for those of us who will be present in the cabin with you. But the
place is very secluded. You don�t have to worry about anyone else knowing
what happens there. You will be able to concentrate completely on
yourself, and on your ability to endure.�
Jacinta shivered. Her 14-year-old tits wobbled nakedly on her chest.
�I�m not sure I want to,� she confessed.
�I wasn�t sure either,� Kyla said. She smiled. She sat down next to
the blonde. She took her hand in her own and squeezed it. Suddenly,
impulsively, the blonde leaned toward Kyla and kissed her. Right on the
mouth.
�I�m scared,� Jacinta said.
�Yes of course you are,� Kyla said.
�I�m glad it�s not for another week, because I�ll have to think about
it before I decide,� Jacinta confessed.
�Yes. Of course,� Kyla said.
And so the evening passed, once again, with Jacinta maddeningly
topless, but chastely wearing her bikini panties. Darnell thought he would
go nuts with such a delicate, diffident, gorgeously endowed girl so close
to him, yet so tantalizingly out of reach. She remained available to him
visually. Her tits were as gloriously revealed as ever. But physically she
was unavailable to him. He might brush her arm, or briefly run his hand
through the hair on her head, but she did not allow him anything more than
that. She was more reserved than last night. For now she knew for
certain that he wanted her. Darnell pinned his hopes on her agreeing to
come to the cabin.
A week later Kyla found Jacinta in the lobby of LAX. She had taken a
taxi to the spot agreed to, if she should decide to come. Kyla hugged
Jacinta and gave her a warm kiss. Then she escorted the girl through
security, giving her a ticket so she could board the plane.
It was a regularly scheduled flight. Jacinta sat in first class. She
was wearing a miniskirt which showed off her long legs, just as Kyla had
told her to. The other passengers, notably the men, gazed at Jacinta with
appreciative glances. She was beautiful, like a rare flower, travelling
with businesspeople who had long since grown weary of flying.
Kyla was one of the first class stewardesses. She treated Jacinta
like any other passenger. Before takeoff, however, she gave Jacinta a pair
of mittens. They were silk mittens. Kyla tied them on Jacinta�s hands.
They tied with string at the wrist and Jacinta mentioned, quietly, how the
silk of the mittens matched the silk of her underwear. Kyla smiled. She
had mailed the underwear to Jacinta as a special present from Darnell. He
had wanted her to wear the underwear on her trip. After the plane was
airborne, however, Kyla leaned close to Jacinta and whispered to her:
�Darnell would like for you to remove your panties.�
�Huh? Is he here?� Jacinta asked. She glanced around the cabin.
Kyla leaned forward again and whispered,
�Please do as I say. Lift your skirt. Pull your panties all the way
down. Then give them to me. After that, do not sit any more on your
skirt.�
�I�m hardly sitting on it now,� Jacinta answered. �It�s a miniskirt.�
�Yes. Fine. But pull it out from under you,� Kyla whispered to the
girl. �Don�t protest. Just do it. Then sit directly on the seat, and enjoy
the feel of it pressing freely against your bare bottom. After that I will
give you something to read. I want you to read as much of it as you can.
Oh, and one other thing. Once you have given me your panties, you are not
to close your legs. Keep them as far apart as the seat will allow. And
thank Darnell when you see him for giving you a nice, wide seat in first
class!�
Kyla giggled. With obvious apprehension, Jacinta lifted her skirt and
pulled down her panties. The man sitting next to her kept reading his
newspaper. He was oblivious to the erotic game transpiring beside him.
Bending down, Jacinta lifted her panties clear of her shoes. They were
spiked heels, and her panties caught briefly on one of the heels. Jacinta
was afraid she would rip the silk panties but she managed not to. Then
she handed them to Kyla, quickly, so that the other passengers would not
see.
Kyla carefully folded Jacinta�s panties. She did not hurry as Jacinta
had expected her to, which made Jacinta even more nervous. Then Kyla put
Jacinta�s panties into the pocket of her stewardess�s vest. She left a
little bit of the panties sticking up, visibly, but when Jacinta pointed, in
alarm, Kyla just smiled.
�I�ll see that the pilot gets them when I take him his coffee,� Kyla
said, speaking normally to the girl now, not whispering, which caused the
man next to Jacinta to look up from his paper. However he still did not
guess that the 14-year-old girl sitting next to him had been relieved of
her panties. He smiled at Kyla.
�I�ll have a Coke,� the man told Kyla. She smiled.
�Yes, sir,� Kyla said.
�I�ll have my panties,� Jacinta wanted to say. But instead, at a
pointing of Kyla�s finger, which pointed meaningfully at Jacinta�s thighs,
the girl opened her legs.
After Kyla served the man beside Jacinta, giving him a Coke, she
gave Jacinta what she had promised the girl. It was a book. Jacinta
opened it. She found, to her heartbeating surprise, that it was a book of
erotic tales. Jacinta began reading. All the while she was aware of her
bare bottom pressing against the seat, which was a leather seat. At the
same time she was embarrassingly conscious of her thighs. They were
spread wide, making her feel very open and vulnerable.
The book was strange. Jacinta read of girls being won over by exotic
lovers, in strange lands, who had a preference for unusual sexual
positions. Now and then a girl would prove disobedient. She would deny
her lover. Then, to Jacinta�s frightened fascination, she would be
punished. Jacinta read of a girl who was birched in a sauna. The story
was raw, and violent. But it had an odd allure, for the girl, despite being
forced, was ultimately happy. She thanked her lover for taking matters
into his own hands. The way the author described it, Jacinta found herself
wishing she was the girl!
�How are you coming along?� Kyla asked. Jacinta looked up from her
book. Kyla had a 7-Up in her hand. She offered it to the girl. Jacinta put
down her book. She closed her legs.
Kyla leaned forward. �Open your legs, Jacinta,� she whispered to the
girl. �Don�t make me report your bad behavior to Darnell.�
Immediately Jacinta opened her legs. Kyla smiled.
�That�s better,� Kyla said aloud, which caused the man sitting next
to Jacinta to look up from his paper.
�I�ll have another Coke,� he told Kyla. The young woman smiled and
nodded.
Jacinta was mortified when, later on, a man coming down the aisle
stopped to talk to her. He was interested in learning her name and getting
her phone number. Jacinta wanted to close her legs but she had been told
twice by Kyla to keep them open! So she sat there speaking to the man,
who looked curiously at her thighs, wondering why they were spread so
wide apart. Fortunately the book Jacinta had been given had an innocuous
cover. It was titled �Women Speak Back to Men,� and gave no hint of its
contents. Finally Kyla rescued Jacinta, telling the man that the girl must
read her book for school, and had no time to chat. But Jacinta noticed that
Kyla did not intervene right away. Instead she let Jacinta blush and feel
exposed, with her thighs spread unusually wide. Fortunately for Jacinta
the man beside her kept his head buried in his newspaper.
Protected by Kyla, watched over by her, Jacinta returned to her book.
She felt like a child in Sunday School, prettily mittened and wearing a
skirt from Nordstroms. Her blouse was from Louis Vitton, as were her
boots, which were ankle high leather boots. She had bangles on her wrist
and a necklace around her throat. Her bra, under her blouse, was a gift
from Darnell. She kept her legs apart, as he wished, and read the book
Kyla had given her. As she read the pilot announced that their plane would
be landing soon. Jacinta wondered if she would meet the pilot later.
Kyla got off the plane with Jacinta. She hired a cab and together
they drove into the mountains. Kyla insisted that Jacinta not say
anything, and keep her legs wide apart. The cab driver, sitting in the
front, did not know that Jacinta�s bare ass was on his back seat.
They arrived at a cabin. It was snowing outside. As Kyla helped
Jacinta out of the cab, with the driver assisting, the wind caught
Jacinta�s skirt. It flipped it up. The cab driver gasped at the naked
display of Jacinta�s bare ass. It was perfect, round as a peach and
temptingly split down the middle.
�Are-- are you staying alone?� the cab driver asked Kyla.
�Yes,� Kyla lied. �She has been naughty and I have to spend the
weekend correcting her.� Kyla laughed. The cab driver�s eyes widened. He
didn�t know whether Kyla was telling the truth or only teasing him. Kyla
paid him and the girls hurried inside, for neither one was properly dressed
against the cold.
The cabin was more luxurious than Jacinta had imagined. It had a
fireplace, a kitchen with a stove and refrigerator, and even a washing
machine and a dryer in a back room for doing their clothes. It also had a
bathroom, and Kyla insisted that Jacinta undress and bathe. When she got
out of the tub Kyla gave her a new gift from Darnell. It was a peignoir.
However it only draped Jacinta�s figure to her waist, leaving all else
below quite bare. Kyla gave Jacinta white stockings to wear with it. They
were thigh high stockings that tied around each of her thighs with white
inlaid ribbon.
�What about panties?� Jacinta asked, feeling the nakedness of her
bottom bulbing behind her, and the exposure of her bush.
�They won�t be needed,� Kyla answered.
�Oh, but the men will be coming soon, will they not?� Jacinta asked
anxiously. Kyla was brushing Jacinta�s hair as she stood next to the tub,
admiring herself in her peignoir and stockings. It was a small bathroom,
and Jacinta noted how small the cabin was too, despite its amenities. The
bathroom led right out into the living room, which was divided by only a
bar from the kitchen. Jacinta had not seen a bed, or a bedroom, and she
wondered now where they would sleep.
�Yes, the men will be here soon,� Kyla said.
�But I am not going to walk around in front of them bare-bottomed,
am I?� Jacinta asked.
�You most certainly are, my dear,� Kyla said. �Do you see that stand
of rods sitting next to the window?�
�Yes,� Jacinta gulped. The rods, which she had first taken for plants
that had died due to an absence of water, now struck Jacinta as being
curiously similar to the birch rods in the story she�d read on the plane.
�Those are for your bottom,� Kyla said.
�My-- but how can I wear them?� Jacinta asked.
�You are going to be hit with them,� Kyla said.
Jacinta�s hands flew to her behind. She cupped the white, delicate
cheeks. She squeezed them and tensed herself.
�What do you mean?� Jacinta asked.
�I mean the men are going to arrive, and they are going to have tasks
for you to perform, just as we discussed,� Kyla said. �And when you do
them poorly, or perhaps when you refuse, the men will use the rods to
train you, via your bottom, to behave better.�
�Oh!� Jacinta gasped. She stared at Kyla. �But it will hurt!� she
bleated.
�But you will learn much more quickly, with the rods to inspire you,�
Kyla said. �Now I want you to sit quietly, in that big overstuffed chair
there in the living room. Sit there and read some more of your book. And
keep your legs apart. You will have to keep your legs apart all weekend.
Enjoy the comfort of the chair. You won�t be able to sit down later on, so I
want you to enjoy that chair while you can.�
�Oh, but--� Jacinta began. Kyla pressed a finger to her lips. �I must
have my bath now, dear. You will sit and relax quietly while I have my
bath, and then we will be ready to meet the men.�
Sulkily, with her peignoir held close, which was little consolation
because it was transparent, Jacinta went out to the living room. She
padded across the living room rug in her pretty stockings. She did not
have any shoes on. She wished she could wear her heels but Jacinta had
said that she could not, for they had been worn at the airport, and on the
plane, and were not for wearing in the close confines of the cabin. Jacinta
went to the chair in the living room. It was a single, overstuffed chair. It
was the only chair in the living room except for a leather sofa. Jacinta
took her book from her luggage. Her bag was sitting beside the chair. As
she bent over to open her bag she was all too conscious of the nakedness
of her ass. She was also aware of the proximity of the birch, which stood
brown and crisp in a vase, next to the window.
Jacinta listened as Kyla refilled the tub for herself. She kept her
legs open wide as she contemplated her book. Outside it was snowing.
Jacinta felt a thrilling sense of captivity, reduced as she was to a
transparent blouse and stockings. Yet at the same time she felt afraid.
She had never felt anything against her bottom except panties. Would the
men really take those cruel birch rods to her ass, to her bare ass, like the
girl in the story? Jacinta shivered and re-read the story about the girl in
the sauna. There was no sauna here, just a living room, bathroom, and
kitchen.
�Are we really staying all weekend?� Jacinta called to Kyla.
�Yes of course, dear,� Kyla answered from the bathroom.
�But where will we sleep? There�s no bed!� Jacinta said.
�We won�t be doing much sleeping,� Kyla laughed. �But I suppose the
floor will suffice when we have to.�
Jacinta looked around the living room. The rug was thick. There was
a fireplace and lying in front of it, on the thick wall-to-wall carpet, was
a bearskin rug. In addition to that, there were throw pillows scattered
about, on the sofa and on the floor.
�Oh, but it will be... will be like an orgy,� Jacinta gasped.
�Have you ever been to one?� Kyla asked.
�Noooo,� Jacinta said.
Kyla finished her bath. She put on panties, black silk panties, but
they hardly made Jacinta envious. They had alluring bows on the front of
them. The triangle that formed the front of Kyla�s panties was so small
that it didn�t cover all of her pubic hair. Meanwhile, in back, her panties
were so inadequate that they wedged completely in Kyla�s ass. The effect
of this was to make the panties, from behind, where they cupped her sex
down between her legs, extra visible. The black silk formed a sharp
contrast with her white bottom. The panties, cupping her sex but leaving
all else bare, made Kyla�s sex the center of attention even when she
turned her back.
�Kyla, you would be better off without those panties. They make a
spectacle out of you!� Jacinta exclaimed. She watched Kyla standing in
the bathroom, bending over the tub. The woman released the drain and,
owing to the small size of the cabin, Jacinta could hear the water begin to
drain out of the tub. Then Kyla walked into the living room. Her breasts
were bare, as were her feet. Her bosoms jiggled freely as her feet padded
across the rug. She rolled her hips with easy abandon, not minding her
nudity. She picked up a box of matches lying on the bar that separated the
living room from the kitchen. She walked across the rug to the fireplace.
The young woman struck a match and tossed it into the fireplace. A flame
erupted, from a piece of paper lying on the wood. Kyla bent over and
thrust her head into the fireplace and blew with her mouth.
Sitting behind her, Jacinta gazed at Kyla�s provocatively displayed
ass, and at her stance, with her legs spread a good two feet apart. Why
was she standing that way? She looked like she was not merely lighting
the fire, but presenting herself. In her tight black panties, that cupped her
cunt so provocatively, amidst her wide-spread white thighs, that they
showed her sex more alluringly than if the young woman had been naked.
Would she act this way when the men were present? Jacinta gulped.
Something told her this was the proper stance for a woman in this cabin,
and it was a stance she herself would have to adopt, in addition to sitting
with her legs spread.
�Oh, it is all too much!� Jacinta wailed, suddenly throwing down her
book.
Kyla stood up. She gazed out the window. �It is snowing quite hard
now,� she said. �I think we might be snowbound for the whole weekend.�
�I want to leave!� Jacinta blurted. Kyla smiled. She touched one of
the birch rods with her finger. Softly she ran her finger along the stiff,
inflexible branch, with its little nubs. She licked her lips.
�I can just see you traipsing through the snowfall,� Kyla said. �In
your miniskirt. Or perhaps you would prefer to find your way to
civilization in your peignoir and stockings, with your bare bottom feeling
the cold wind? I am not stopping you, dear. In fact I will do just the
opposite. If you stay here you are certain to feel these birch rods
connecting with your pretty white ass. So perhaps you should leave.
Except, of course, there is no phone here, and you will have to make the
trip all by yourself.�
Jacinta turned pale. She clapped her hands to her bosoms. Then
abjectly she looked down at her bush. She realized her legs were open and,
quickly, she shut her thighs.
Kyla drew a birch rod from the vase. She cut the air sharply with it.
�However if you stay here, dear, you must follow the rules,� Kyla
said. �Please open your legs. Show your sex. Why are you so shy? Are
you a virgin?�
�Yes!� Jacinta gasped.
�Ah, so that�s it,� Kyla said. �Perhaps I should have asked sooner.�
She walked over to the book that Jacinta had tossed to the floor. She
picked it up. She flipped the pages. Then she offered the book to Jacinta
again. She had no certainty that the girl would take it, and was wondering
what to do with the little brat if she shouldn�t, but, to her smiling
surprise, the blonde accepted the book from her.
�Open your legs,� Kyla insisted, striking while the iron was hot.
Jacinta obeyed. �Now while we wait for the men, I want you to read that
story out loud. The one I opened the book to. Read it out so that I may
hear it. Read it in a clear voice. No mumbling!�
Jacinta�s green eyes stared down at the book. It was the story about
the girl in the sauna. The one whose ass suffered a violent encounter with
birch rods. Her lips trembling, but trying her best to keep her voice firm,
Jacinta began to read:
�There once was a young virgin in Russia...� she said.
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