Life's Journey : by (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton. snuff Mf inc Ff Fdom Humil MF Mm
 This long and rambling story has episodes of lesbian, hetero and gay sex.
 It is set in a parallel universe, and none of the characters exist in
 our world.  Warning--there are two snuff scenes.


Chapter One : Keep It In The Family.

Liz lay on her bed biting the end of her pencil. The house was quiet. Mum was 
asleep downstairs, probably pissed. Dad was out at the pub. Lenny, her 
fourteen year old brother was in his room, doing his homework too. Liz, at 
fifteen, was a studious girl, clever and probably compensating for her aweful 
home life by throwing herself into her 'O' levels. She had one good friend, 
Jane. Plain Jane, as ordinary as Liz was spectacularly lovely. Liz was tall for 
her age and slender, a leggy teenager. But her bottom was beginning to round 
out and jut provocatively, and her tits were already round and firm. She had 
that English complexion often found in blondes, and she wore her flowing hair 
long to the shoulder. Working on her history essay, she was propped against 
the pillows, writing in a pad on her lap. She'd have a bath later, and was 
wearing only her white cotton knickers and lilac cotton bra.

She looked at her watch. Ten o'clock. Unless Dad had run out of money she 
still had an hour before he came in, certainly drunk, and probably dangerous.

Front door crashes, thumping steps up the stairs, loo seat dropped, flush, and 
Dad leans on the doorway, leering and pissed. His blue trousers were unbelted, 
and his flies undone.

'Ish my little flower working?' he belched. ' My little flower loves her Daddy. 
Gish a hug.' He lumbered in, shutting the door behind him. Liz closed her legs 
and drew a sheet over her nearly naked body.

'You shouldn't just barge in here like that, Dad. And you're pissed.

He lurched and sat on the bed. 'Don't be like that .Jush want a hug.' He 
clutched at her, pushing her back against the bed head. She smelt the beer and 
fags on his breath, and the sweat of his unwashed shirt. 'Jush wanna 
hug....'His arms forced around her and pulled her down till she was lying on 
the bed, him lying half over her. His unshaven face pushed against hers and 
she felt his lips on hers in a wet and beery kiss. 'My little flower loves her 
Dada...' he slurred again. As she lay beside him his hand caressed her naked 
back and the other cupped her breast, firm beneath the thin cotton bra. He 
could feel the little nipple through the soft cotton.

'Dad. Please don't. I don't want that.' I love you Dad, but you mustn't touch 
me like that.' She tried to push him away, pushing at his chest and at his 
swollen beer gut. The only result was to move his hand from the small of her 
back down to the cheek of her bottom where it rested a second, squeezing and 
releasing the young flesh until he started to move it round and round, fondling 
both cheeks of her arse. His other hand, still occupied with fondling her tits, 
now infiltrated a finger into the bra-cup, and felt the warm, firm flesh and soft 
skin.

Liz felt his cock rising hard against her and knew there would be no escape 
tonight from at least a degree of humiliation. But still she tried! ' Dad. No. No. 
That's wicked. No.' He stifled her cries with his mouth.

Next door Lenny was listening. He got up and went out to peek through the 
keyhole. He was safe. Mum was asleep. Out for the count.

Liz felt a horny hand inside her knickers now. pressing the flesh of her bottom 
with a frightening urgency, a finger even resting nearly in her arsehole itself, 
tapping as if demanding entrance. She clenched her anus even tighter as she 
knew one day he would want to stick his finger into her, and not only his 
finger. As she clenched her bottom the muscles moved under his palm and he 
squeezed harder. 'Liz. You've got a lovely arsh. A beautiful little bum.' His 
other hand was savaging her tit, squeezing and compressing it, tweaking the 
rosy little nipple. He pulled the bra down over one breast, then the other, and 
then right down to her waist, so it rested loosely against her belly button. He 
pulled at it, and broke the clasp. He threw it on the floor. His slobbering mouth 
was sucking avidly at his daughter's bosom, while he squeezed and fondled 
the other one. His prick was now rearing up, hard and red, demanding sex. Liz 
put both hands down the front of her knickers, covering and protecting her 
pubes.

'One day Daddy ish going to have that lovely bum. Does my little flower know 
what buggery ish? Well, I'm going to bugger you before any other little 
bastard getsh you.' He took his erect prick from his blue trousers and put her 
hand on it, holding the hand down by the strength in his wrist. 'Your bottomsh 
jush made for that...'

Poor Liz. Fearing worse, she started to wank his cock. Still his finger probed 
her arsehole and he muttered drunkenly about buggering her. He was bruising 
her tender tits and was sucking a nipple as he muttered. He was dangerous in 
this mood, and had before tried to rape her. She felt nothing for him, only 
disgust. But she had to make him come or he would do worse.

She leaned over him and took his cock in her mouth, nearly gagging both at 
the size of it and the smell of urine about him. As quickly as possible she 
worked at his cock with tongue , lips, and throat, hands fondling balls and 
cock as well. He was muttering endearments. 'Daddy's little flower lovesh her 
Daddy....Ah, yeshh. Like that. You'll make a good whore, like your 
mother....'Yesh....'He leaned back, thank god, his finger away from her arse 
now,  his mouth off her tit. He held her by her hair, forcing his cock in deeper. 
She wanked and sucked, licked and jerked, until she felt it coming. The first 
spurt got her in her mouth and she gagged, removing the cock. The next three 
spurts went all over her naked breast and belly, soaking into her cotton panties.

The drunken oaf lay there a moment in ecstacy, then rubbed the jizz into her 
breast and belly, his hand slipping over the warm, soft skin.  Cum dribbled 
down her chin. No apology! No guilt! Not even thanks! Just a man taking his 
right! He got up. 'Goodnight, flower. Shleep tight!' And he lumbered off. She 
heard him fall onto the bed and snore.

Lenny returned to the keyhole. He saw his sister remove her panties, wipe her 
face and body to remove the spunk, and throw them into the corner on top of 
her lilac bra. His prick was stiff at the sight of the lovely girl. Naked, he 
walked in.

'Lenny, you dirty little sod. Get some clothes on. And how dare you barge in 
on me, and me not decent.'

'I saw what you did to Dad. Don't tell me what's decent and not. You be nice 
to me too, or I'll tell on you. You won't half catch it.'

'You nasty little brat. Go back to your own room and leave me in peace.'

'I will, you know.' He came over to the bed and , roughly, felt a tit. 'They're 
good. They're the best in the school, of all the girls. Everybody says so.' He 
felt now with both hands, less roughly, enjoying the firm, round shapes under 
his palms. His cock touched her hip. He liked that and pressed harder, his 
hands working at her nipples and his cock rubbing in a shagging motion 
against the side of her bottom.

'Stop that. And you shouldn't talk about me to other boys.'

He got onto the bed with her and took her hand, placing it on his cock. 'Jerk 
me and I won't tell, not the boys at school and not Mum. Or else I'll tell 
everyone you suck Dad's cock.'

'They'll lock him away,' she said. 'And what would happen then?'

'Good thing too....' He was fondling a breast, and her thighs and bottom. Her 
hand still on his cock she started to wank him.

'That's right. Oh, yes, that's right. You've lovely tits.' And with this, Lenny 
came, a tiny fountain of spunk, just wetting her busy fingers.

'Now go to bed and leave me in peace.'

Liz cried herself to sleep. Humiliated and frightened.

                                               


Next morning she confided in Jane. Good old Jane hugged her and comforted 
her as they went to school. 'Tell your Mum. But tell Mr Carter first.' Mr Carter 
was their form tutor. Like all the teachers he was a member of The Party, but 
he was not so severe as some of them.

At lunchtime Liz caught Mr Carter. 'Can I see you, sir, about some problems?'

'Of course, Liz. My room. Twenty minutes.'

Exactly on time she knocked and entered. He was sitting on a settee sort of 
thing, left over from when this block was a nursing home, before it went 
comprehensive. ' Sit down and tell me all about it, while I just look at your 
personal file.'

It's my Dad and brother. They ask me to do things I shouldn't.' Carter stayed 
silent, just nodding wisely. He pretended to study her file, but out of the side 
of heis eye could see down her dress, and into the striking cleavage. 'They 
touch me.'  Silence. 'They touch my breasts and bottom.' Silence. They make 
me touch them. Touch their....things...you know.'

'Tell me Liz'. His arm was round her shoulder now.

'Lenny makes me wank him, and my Dad makes me suck him.' If I don't he 
says he'll......he says he'll.....bugger me. There. I've told you.'

Mr Carter felt sorry for the sobbing girl, but unfortunately the combination of 
her quite spectacular beauty and the description of her family enjoying those 
lovely, half-seen bosoms and he supposed delightful bottom had made his 
cock stand.

He squeezed her shoulder as if to comfort her, his thigh up against hers. 'Are 
you sure you haven't led them on a bit. You are very lovely, you know, and 
men are easily led on when a young girl has such a wonderful figure and 
beautiful face! I mean to say, feel what you've 
done to me. He pulled his shirt open and unzipped his flies. He took her hand 
in his and placed it into his flies and onto his bare cock, straining in a massive 
erection.

Liz jumped up as if scalded. 'You're all the same. You men are all the same. 
All you want is sex. You're just another dirty old man. ' Angry now, rather 
than upset, she stormed out. Carter sighed, and jerked off into his 
handkerchief. She wouldn't say anything. And if she did, who would believe 
her?

Jane was waiting outside. 'What did he say?'

'He didn't believe me. I've never felt so small...'

'Tell your Mum, then...'

When Mum came in from work Liz had a go. Mum was still sober, as yet. Her 
response was defensive to say the least. Her mother knew her husband was a 
drunken slob, that he was always out whoring (literally: she knew he went with 
tarts), and was not at all surprised he was after their daughter. That was exactly 
in character. The problem for her was if she admitted it and did something, 
two things could happen, perhaps both. He might beat her up...might? Would. 
Secondly, if he was locked up, she couldn't live on her thin earnings, Best 
hush it up!

'You're a bad girl! I don't believe you, and I won't have you leading him on! 
If I ever hear you say such a thing again, I'll kick you out. Now leave me in 
peace. God, I need a drink.'

                                           


Liz settled on the seat. Evening train south to Kings Cross. She had a few 
clothes in a Tesco bag and about five new-pounds, after her fare. What else 
could she do but run away?

She'd chosen a seat opposite a clergyman. She felt quite streetwise at that! 
About half-an-hour into the journey, the vicar suddenly opened his black coat 
opposite her. He was naked under it! She stared in utter disbelief at the great 
cock, waving at her as the minister smiled a sinister smile. His fat, pink hand 
slowly moved up and down the wedge-shaped prick. She jumped up and fled 
the carriage. She forgot her bag.


At the buffet, she bought a coke, not because she either wanted one, or could 
afford one...she was astounded at paying four new-pounds...but because she 
thought she had to in order to stand there. Since the Glorious Revolution 
anything from America or Europe seemed to cost more. A man passed and she 
felt the cheek of her bottom pinched as he pushed through. She squealed, and 
he laughed. 'Disgusting old sod!' she thought. 'I've about had it with men. Up 
to here.' A man beside her, reading the Financial Times looked her straight in 
the eye. 'I've got a hundred new-pounds in notes in my wallet, and they're 
yours if you'll come back to my place tonight. Nothing kinky. Just ordinary 
fucking.' He folded the paper, and she could feel him mentally undressing her.

Liz blushed scarlet and again fled, back down the corridor. The whole world 
was full of dirty old men. What would she do when she got to London. She 
passed the compartment where the vicar had been, and remembered her bag. It 
was gone.

The loo! She'd be safe there. She tried the door...locked. Opposite was ok, and 
she sat down.

Behind the locked door of the first she'd tried, the vicar had gone through her 
things. He'd managed to put on her panties...her best blue satin ones, and the 
suspender belt. He'd fixed one stocking, and was trying to fix the other. When 
complete, he'd have a good wank...set himself up. And he'd wear these 
lovelies under his hassock at evensong tonight! There was nothing else of 
interest in the bag, and he'd heaved it out the window.

                                                


On the platform at Kings Cross, Liz stood forlorn. In London now, she had 
reached the limit of her plans and had no idea what she could do. She wasn't 
far from tears.

A group of police, in their new, black uniforms stood at the coffee stall. You 
could tell they were Party, King's Men, by their red arm-bands with the crown 
and crossed lightning symbol, and people were avoiding them.  But they were 
taking no interest in travellers tonight.

 A smart, well-dressed black man came up to her. 'You look lost. I can make 
you rich for nearly no work. How about it?'

'I'm no-one's whore,' she snapped, and turned her back. Everyone wanted her 
for sex!

'You'll be a whore, darling. Take my word for it., I know. ' He laughed. 
'Better my whore than some wimp!'

She ignored him and walked into the station lobby. The stairs up to the large, 
well-lit buffet beckoned. She was half way up when a lady spoke, behind her. 
She tiurned round. 'I'm from the Society for the Protection of Christian 
Ladies. If you need help please tell me. If you're all right just tell me and I'll 
go away. ' She smiled encouragingly.

In the event, Liz went home with her.

                             
Chapter 2 :Mrs Middleton's Establishment.

'You'll have to share my room tonight...it's too late to make up a bed for you. 
now, you have a nice hot bath and you'll feel better. Here's a nightie for you. 
There's plenty of warm, dry towels in there.' Mrs Middleton patted her 
shoulder, friendly, and squeezed her arm.

Liz luxuriated in the hot bath. There was foam, scented oils, and lovely 
expensive soap. The bath was huge...like a double bed, she thought. She dried, 
and used some of the talc, perfumed with apples, and put on the nightie. It was 
pink nylon and lace. Not really a shortie, but cut uneven so it was shorter in 
places than others. She folded her clothes and left them on a chair. She looked 
at herself in the mirror...and approved...and smiling went back to the warm 
living room.

'Can you make cocoa, dear. Do you know how to?'

'Oh yes, Mrs Middleton.'

'Well go into the kitchenette there, and make us two cups, one each, while I 
have my bath. I'll be quick!'

As Liz measured the milk and stirred the cocoa powder in, she could just see 
glimpses of her host in the next room, as she undressed for her bath. She knew 
she shouldn't look, but couldn't resist. She watched as Mrs Middleton lowered 
her trousers down over her hips. Her breasts were small, and lovely, Liz 
thought...she had pulled the bra down, but not unclasped it. Liz had watched as 
she just wriggled it down over her hips without undoing it...she was slim 
enough. She looked Spanish, Liz thought. Sultry!  Suddenly their eyes met. Liz 
blushed, and quickly returned to her cocoa. Mrs Middleton knew she would 
succeed at that very moment! She looked at the swelling, round breasts, white 
even through the pink foam of her nightie, and she lusted after them. But she'd 
have to be patient and subtle. There was no doubt the girl was interested in her 
body...well, she'd blushed when caught peeping! Yes, her hands and lips were 
going to know that roundness and firmness; her cunt ached and her own 
breasts swelled in anticipation of this young body. Her shower would be 
quick!

Five minutes later, Mrs Middleton had finished washing. She was wearing 
men's silk pyjamas. Liz waas still in the kitchen.

''Bed Time! Bring the cocoa.'

Liz walked in, carrying the cups very carefully. As she walked, the nightie 
lifted to show her long slender legs. And it hid little of her sweet young 
breasts, flat belly, trim waist, and plump little mound. This nightie had been 
useful before! And having seen this lovely girl, Mabel had no intention of 
leaving her unseduced by morning!

The bedroom was warm and cozy. As soon as they were both in bed, Mabel 
switched out the overhead light, leaving a small, soft bedhead light. They lay 
in the semi-dark, side by side, not touching.

'You can't sleep, can you? Liz, why not tell me all about it. I know you must 
have a lot of troubles. Share them with me, and you'll feel better, I promise.'

It all came tumbling out...Dad, Lenny, Mr Carter, Mum, the men on the train 
and at Kings Cross. As she spoke she started to sob as her misery was recalled. 
Kindly, Mrs Middleton reached out and hugged her...to comfort her, of course. 
One hand patted her bottom, stroking it as she whispered, 'There, there, 
there...' The other hand was under an armpit, just about reaching one plumping 
tit, which it cupped. The nightie didn't disguise the firm roundness of the girl's 
bottom, nor the glorious fullness of her bosom.

Mabel's sympathy provoked a flood of tears pent up, bravely, through the day 
and weeks preceding. As the girl wept Mabel fondled her...the girl was 
scarcely aware of what was going on, but somewhere, deep in her 
subconscious mind, was a feeling, a gratitude, a sense of being loved. Bottom, 
breasts, thighs, belly, all were caressed. She undid her pyjama jacket and 
slipped it off. taking the girl again in her arms, she felt the hard nipples 
stimulated by her roving fingers press into her own breasts. She licked the 
tears from the teenager's cheeks and gently kissed her eyelids.

'There, there. Don't cry. Here, I know what will stop you! ' Hugging the girl, 
she kissed her full on the lips, not a peck, but a lover's kiss. In the warmth and 
comfort the girl was responding. Her tongue flickered into Mabel's mouth, and 
she too was hugged, the girls arms tight around her, one hand in the small of 
her back, naked now, and the other against the dyke's naked torso, but it was 
so warm and pleasant she didn't care.

On the pretext of kissing her shoulders, Mabel pulled the girl's nightdress 
down over the shoulders, and while kissing the little dimples there, further, 
over her arms, till she was naked. Now with no pretence of anything other than 
a sexual encounter, she lay full on the girl's belly, and sucked first one breast 
and then the other. For the first time, apart from her own masturbation, Liz felt 
arousal with another person. She squirmed and wriggled, rubbing her body 
against her new-found friend, squeezing the woman's shoulders as her tits 
were stimulated. Her cunt was alive, warm; Liz slipped one hand down, down 
between their embracing bodies, and touched her own cunt with her index 
finger. It was hot and moist: the clit was erect. She rubbed and parted the lips, 
sighing, and pressing harder against her partner's body. Her finger slipped the 
length of the crack, and returned to rest on the swollen little nub. It felt as if 
her tits and clit were joined by a golden cord of sweet sensation.

Sensing the girl's arousal, Mabel slipped down the girl's body, her mouth 
touching first belly and then mound. The girl opened her legs for her and she 
knew the seduction would succeed. She gently caressed the slim flanks and 
thighs, teasing herself now by postponing the inevitable moment her lips 
would touch the cunt. She allowed her hands to run up the silky skin, even to 
the crotch. here she gently, reverently, parted the lips, and in the soft light 
kissed the clitoris, now wholly erect. the girl sighed, and raised her belly to 
meet the mouth and tongue. Mabel licked more energetically, enjoying the 
familiar taste of a clean, young pussy, and the feel of firm, teenage flesh. As 
the body beneath her moved, her tongue entered the warm, tight mouth of the 
vagina and licked around the rim, while flicking in and out; her fingers 
stretched and pressed the lips and rubbed the clit. The rocking and rolling 
beneath her became more urgent, and feeling the orgasm approaching the 
experienced lesbian triggered it deliberately by reaching up with both hands 
and grasping the hemispheres of her breasts.Almost silently, the slightest 
panting only, the girl came. But, although she was quiet, her body bucked and 
bounced in her passion.

The woman moved again up her body, and hugged her, kissing her lips. Liz 
tasted the saltiness of her own cunt on her lips. They fell asleep in each others' 
arms.

In the morning, Liz woke first. they had separated during the night, but Liz 
remembered the pleasures of the evening before. If this was love-making, she 
wanted more of it! How much better than solitary pleasures! She looked at the 
tousled head of the woman on the pillow beside her and felt a gratitude, very 
close to love,. Her own body was responding to the memories, and she 
fingered a nipple, feeling it harden. She remembered Mrs Middleton's mouth 
on her nipples. Her hand slipped down to her cunt, and she felt its moistness, 
not just from the night before, but with renewed desire. She remembered Mrs 
Middleton's busy fingers and tongue. She thought about waking Mabel with a 
kiss. Instead she got up to make her hostess breakfast...she'd seen the coffee 
and breakfast things while making cocoa .

Mabel was still sleeping when Liz returned with a tray of coffee, toast, butter 
and honey. Naked, Liz slipped back into bed. She pulled at the discarded 
nightie of the night before, and threw it out of the bed. She leaned over the 
lesbian, and woke her with a kiss on the lips. Mabel, awakened in this 
delightful way, returned the kiss, their naked breasts pressed together.

After coffee and some breakfast, talking about everything except that which 
was foremost in their minds, Liz playfully smeared a finger of honey on 
Mabel's breast, and started to lick it off. First one breast, and then the other, 
the young girl felt a nipple in her mouth for the first time. She was growing up 
fast! The woman's breasts were larger than hers, and full, rounded. Liz broke 
away, and naughtily dipped her finger in the honey pot, and spread it into the 
woman's slit.

'Now I'll have to lick it off...'

'Please, Liz. I'm aching for you to make love to me. You're so fresh and 
young and lovely.'

Liz slipped down the woman's body, feeling the thicker flesh, rounder and 
more muscled than her own lithe frame.

'I've never done this before...I hope I do it right...'

'Just do what you would like done to you. In any case I'm so excited by you, 
I'm afraid I'll be too quick!'

Liz paused a moment, licked tentatively at the cunt, and then buried her face in 
it, trying to give the woman as much pleasure as she'd experienced herself. 
The honey was soon licked clean, but the taste of the cunt juices fascinated the 
girl, and she licked franticly.

'Turn round, dear, so I can kiss you too.'

In a classic sixty nine, side by side, they sucked each other, hands around 
bottoms, tongues in cunts. Liz felt herself coming and had to concentrate in 
order to keep on sucking. But she felt a duty, and managed to keep her tongue 
working as she climaxed, gripping the woman's face between her slim, firm 
thighs. Mabel came off, rubbing her cunt actively against the teenager's face, 
and looking at the golden tresses flowing over their two bodies.

                                          
'Now we need to get you organised,' said Mabel, patting her bottom 
possessively. Naomi should be up by now. She's going to be your room mate. 
All the girl's here live two to a room...it's convenient, and most like it.'

Naomi was a West Indian. Perhaps a couple of years older than Liz she had the 
same slender, girlish build. She lay on her bed looking slightly ironically at the 
two standing at her door. The white panties almost shone in contrast with the 
deep brown of her skin. Liz looked round the room as Mrs Middleton 
introduced them. The room was large, a bed-sitter. The bed was a king-sized 
double.

'Liz, I hope you'll agree we both sleep in the same bed,' said Naomi.' My 
friend Carol, who's just left us, did, and I loved it. 'We could get you another 
bed if you want, but it would take up room. Besides, I'd like to share my bed 
with you. You're very pretty!'

Liz looked at the black girl. She, too, was attractive. You could see her tits, 
though smallish, were firm, and her butt jutted out quite delightfully, 
accentuated by her dazzling panties. She seemed a happy sort of person. 'I'd 
like that Naomi...I mean to sleep with you.'

Mrs Middleton gave her two hundred new-pounds for clothes, and she went 
out shopping with her new room mate. When they got back there was the usual 
fashion parade, with Naomi watching and approving while Liz tried on her 
purchases. She'd never had so much to spend all at once before! Though 
Naomi had insisted she'd spent rather a lot on expensive evening-type dresses. 
'You be glad you did,' was all Naomi would say, enigmatically. Last of all was 
a nightie. Liz was completely bewitching in her white satin nightie. Naomi got 
up and came over to her. 'That would do for evening wear too. Though it's a 
bit provocative. You are very beautiful.' She kissed her.As their lips met, Liz 
fondled the girl's hard little arse, and pressed against her bosom.

They stood for minutes, feeling flesh and kissing. Then to bed! In a moment 
the nightie was off and Naomi lying  in her panties. 'Let me see you properly,' 
said Liz, and pulled the knickers down over thighs, calves and feet. Both 
naked, they embraced.

'Did Mabel make love to you last night?' asked Naomi.

'Yes, and again this morning. It was wonderful. The first time I've ever done it 
with anyone else.'

'And I'll be the second,' laughed Naomi as she climbed on top, sitting astride 
the blonde's belly and fondling her breasts. Liz reached up to feel the girl's 
taut ebony breasts, wondering at the soft silkiness of the brown skin. Naomi 
leaned down and kissed her lips. 'So, you're a virgin?'

'Yes. I'm afraid so.'

'You'll be very popular with the women, with your lovely face and body, and a 
virgin too. No man! I want to taste you...'

Liz responded instantly to the tongue as it licked her slit, from anus up to 
clitoris, and then back down again in a slow rhythm. Naomi had one hand on 
the splendid tits, fondling nipples and squeezing the plumpness, but her other 
hand was on her own cunt, rubbing and teasing her own clitoris. Naomi felt 
Liz moving in time with her licking, and took her hand, reluctantly, from the 
tit where it had been playing, and penetrated the girl's vagina to the knuckle. 
She could feel the virginal membrane in place, and was careful not to damage 
it as she moved a single finger in and out. A finger in her own cunt, too, her 
thumb rubbing her clit, her partner's excitement making her own rise towards 
a crescendo. Wanking franticly , Naomi came, and as she came her partner 
climaxed too.

'That was lovely, Naomi. Can I do you now?'

'Tonight, honey. I brought myself off as you came. And in any case I've a busy 
afternoon making love...'

'Busy? Have you got a lover? Tell me. I'm all ears...'

'Well, it's not exactly a lover. Though I suppose it is.' Naomi paused. I don't 
love her, but I certainly enjoy sex with her. She's called Lady Howard, and she 
pays me to go to bed with her. She's very pretty...you may have seen her in the 
papers. I know you'd like her. She's clever, rich...and happy, too.'

'She pays you!'

'Yes. That's how I make my living. I have sex with women...only with 
women. That's what all the girls do here. There are seven...eight I suppose 
with you. I was the last to come, and just before I came two girls left. We're 
quite free to go whenever we want...'

'So this is a brothel! And Mrs Middleton...'

Yes, honey, Mrs Middleton is the Madam. It was her idea to have a brothel 
exclusively for lesbian love. The married ladies can come here and enjoy sex 
with tender young girls, like those they had at their public schools, without any 
complications. Yes, they're all very posh! 
Rich and most of them quite famous! Some of them come to sell themselves to 
other women, but for kicks rather than the cash. I love it here. I get all the sex I 
want. And varied too. And I don't go for men, me.  So what do you think?'

'I'm not sure...but I'll give it a go. I wouldn't if there were men, though.'

'Good. We open at five o'clock, and Mrs Middleton likes us bathed and 
dressed by four thirty for inspection. So we'd better get moving. See, I told 
you you'd want some evening wear!'



Chapter Three : All Girls Together.

Mrs Middleton knocked and came in. 'Has Naomi told you about our little 
business?'

'Yes, and I'm looking forward to it.'

'That's good then. I get fivehundred new-pounds for each time you work: one 
hundred goes on our expenses, and we split the rest. So you get two hundred 
new-pounds plus any tips. We have an investment adviser who'll help you to 
save if you want to...and I advise you do. You must realise we are the most 
expensive so we have to be the best. Also, our guests are all very important 
women, or the women of very imporatnt men. So there must never be any whif 
of scandal. And I don't let my girls do drugs. Any girls who want to do that 
can do it as far as I'm concerned...but not here! We're known all over the 
world and we depend on the word of mouth of ladies in the very highest of 
circles. Remember you must be exciting and loving at all times...even when 
you don't actually feel like it. Now, since you're a teenager, and new, some of 
the ladies are going to find you very interesting, as you'll remind them of their 
first loves when they were still at school. It would be nice to remind them, so 
tonight you might like to wear little girly clothes.'

'Oh, I couldn't. I'd feel daft with everyone in evening gear. And I wanted so 
much to wear my lovely new evening gown....'

'You wait till you see how excited the ladies get. Come on...' She hugged the 
girl, who agreed, and under the approving eyes of Mabel and Naomi put on the 
gear.

'No bra,' asked Liz, showing her tits under the cotton top.

'I thought it would be nice if your nipples stood out, through this thin cotton,' 
said Mabel. brushing her palm against first one tit and then the other. 'Look 
how they stand up! Lovely! Now pull up those denims, and behave!'

In the grand salon the guests arrived and had lemon tea or a cocktail according 
to their taste. Liz, a new girl and a teenager as well was very popular. Most of 
the women propositioned her, lusting after her flowing locks and lovely, lithe 
body. Liz didn't know what to do about all these possibilities, and asked Mrs 
Middleton discretely.

'Is there anyone you particularly like?'

'Yes, if I can chose. I'll take Florence Starke. I think she's lovely, and I love 
her films.'

'The actress. Yes, she is lovely, isn't she. And witty, happy, and I think you'll 
find very kind. She makes love well, too!'

Naomi was flirting with Lady Howard. Her Ladyship was a negress, tall and 
angula. Liz recognised her as a former cat-walk model, married into 
aristocracy. The two girls were clearly in love (though Liz knew it was a bit of 
an act as far as Naomi was concerned). At least Naomi lusted after her, she 
thought, which must make it all the more fun for both of them. Liz asked her 
room-mate, 'May I have the bedroom this evening?'

'Sure, honey. Clarissa and I like a room with plenty of mirrors. So we use the 
small saloon. Go ahead. Enjoy!'

Liz went over to Florence, who was talking to a tall, severe looking woman of 
about fifty. 'May I introduce myself. I'm Elizabeth.'

'I'm Florence.'

'Oh, I know. I saw you in Olivia.'

The tall woman wandered off.

'I only saw the video, not in the cinema. It had an eighteen certificate. So I 
couldn't go.'

'Then you've seen me naked,' laughed the actress. 'I find it difficult to 
remember that nearly everyone I meet has seen my bottom and breasts!'

'I thought you looked lovely. And you seemed to enjoy the love scenes.'

'The sex scenes, you mean! Well, I'm an actress. I certainly didn't enjoy them. 
I've no time for men as lovers, and the whole thing was simulated, you know.'

'Really? It looked very realistic...not that I know really, as I haven't any time 
for men either.'

'Well, it was just acting. Rick Conwy is gay, you know. And he certainly 
couldn't get a hard-on with a woman. And I'm lesbian! So he didn't do 
anything for me either!'

'I liked your hair bobbed, as in the film.' Florence now wore her hair flowing 
to the shoulders.

'I have to wear my hair according to the film I'm shooting. And I have to 
remember the publicity all the time. That's why I'm in a sort of uniform .And 
that's not all. Would you believe I had to have my breasts enlarged for 
'Olivia'? They said I was too small and not firm enough for the naked bits! 
Still, I'm glad I had them done...they're nice now. Here, feel.' She held Liz's 
hand and placed it down the front of her decollete black velvet jacket. Liz 
infiltrated her hand down inside the white lace bra and felt the round, firm 
flesh and the soft, warm skin. She squeezed gently.

'Oh, they are lovely. I can't feel any scar. And they're lovely and firm and 
full!'

'You've made my nipples hard. Feel them. Would you like to feel them 
properly, and kiss them?'

'Oh, yes, please ,Florence. My bedroom...'

In the room, Florence stripped off, showing that famous body. She took off her 
skirt and stood there, brown tanned skin and dazzling white bra and panties. 
Long, slim legs, and the hips of a teenage girl rather than a woman in her early 
thirties. Flat belly, flat, boyish bum, and, of course, very full tits. Liz was 
enthralled and embraced her, her hands wandering over the hard little bottom 
with its skimpy lace covering. She was excited: her tits felt full and her cunt 
wet!

'You look lovely in your jeans. You remind me of the first lover I had, at 
school. I used to steal into her bed in the dorm. For an hour after lights out, all 
you could hear was heavy breathing and little panting sighs as the girls played 
with each other. My first love was a French girl called Monique. She looked a 
bit like you...at least she had long, blonde hair. But her bosoms were not as 
nice. Look how your nipples are standing proud through your top!' She 
fondled the breast, increasing the urgency of Liz's desire.

'Undress for me. I want to see your lovely naked body.'

Liz watched her idol finish undressing,as she herself slowly stripped naked, 
leaving her sensible little-girl white cotton knickers to last. She could feel they 
must be damp in the crotch as her juices were flowing. Florence lay on the 
bed, enjoying a vision of firm tits, lovely, rounded bottom, and finally the pink 
lips of her cunt, with their little garland of blonde hair. Her hands strayed to 
her own fine bosoms and squeezed them before pulling the nipples upwards. 
Her cunt was hot for this little girl, and one hand found its way down, 
unthinking, a finger stroking the opening slit. Liz turned slightly, so her patron 
could see her side-on, and appreciate the loveliness of her bottom, belly and 
breasts. This had the desired effect as she was summoned to the bed.

Realising Florence would want to take the initiative, Liz lay beside her and 
received the caresses of the older woman. She stretched her legs and arched 
her belly as she luxuriated in the feather-like touch on her breast, and the backs 
of her thighs. In any other circumstances this tippy-touching might have 
tickled. But here it was just plain sexy! She reciprocated only by a passionate 
kiss on the woman's lips. When Florence, with an admiring whisper, fixed her 
mouth on the girl's breast sucking and then licking, she was fully aroused, 
worried that her sopping cunt might wet the coverlet. Her legs opened, 
demanding love, and Florence could wait no longer before fixing her mouth to 
the opening cunt, tonguing the moist, red inner lips  and clit with the expertise 
of years of lesbian love.

This was, of course, all very new for Liz. Only her third lover, and only her 
second day of adulthood. She found this woman as exciting as Naomi had 
been, and more so than Mabel because she was so much more beautiful...and 
there was the added frisson of her fame! Her breasts were utterly irresistible 
and Liz fondled, pressed, caressed, and learned the shape and texture of them. 
They were wondeful, and almost enough to make her come, even without the 
probing tongue in her vagina. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, and gave herself . 
She felt a hand grasp her bottom, another grab a breast, and a tongue in her 
cunt. She came! Panting, wriggling, and for the first time in her younglife, 
finally screaming her pleasure.

'Look in my bag. There's a dildo.'

Liz held up the raelistic strap-on. 'I think this would hurt me. I'm still a 
virgin...'

'A virgin! Oh, you little darling. Come here...' She kissed the girl on her lips, 
hugging her to her bosom, lying side-by-side on the ebd.' No, you can strap it 
on and fuck me...'

Florence strapped the gadget to the girl, and lay on the bed, legs wide.

'Now shag me, shag me with your prick. Be rough and brutal! Make me come 
in your arms, you lovely little girl!'

Awkwardly at first, Liz got on top of the woman and managed to get the dildo 
into her cunt. Learning quickly, she soon found how to move up and down so 
the prick went in and out of the eager cunt. On her elbows at first, she enjoyed 
the sight of Florence's heaving breasts and her flushed face, almost with a 
grimace of pain. 'So that's what we look like when we're excited,' she 
thought. The woman was bucking and rearing beneath her, and Liz was 
learning the difficult trick of keeping it in, and matching her movements to the 
rhythmic needs of her partner. Suddenly Liz was frightened the dildo would 
come out and spoil it all. So she grasped the writhing body in her arms and 
shagged harder and even faster, her breasts crushed against the equally firm tits 
of her lover. Florence was whimpering, her eyes rolling and her face red. Liz 
clamped her mouth on the other, in a prolonged, ardent kiss. This was the key 
for Florence to come, and Liz had the huge satisfaction of feeling her partner 
fucked to a climax beneath her.

'You're good. You're very good, you know,' said Florence as they got dressed 
. 'I expect you'll be popular...'

'It was lovely with you. You are very beautiful, and it's so nice you could 
show me what to do. I loved it...'

'I'm glad you did. Now here's a little extra present for you. Buy something 
pretty!' She gave the girl a fifty.



Chapter Four : Princess Alexandra

Life went on in a steady fashion for six months or so, a customer most days, 
and increasing contacts with all the great ladies of the kingdom of Anglia, 
most of whom enjoyed a lesbian fling as a relief from the straightness of their 
usually conventional marriages. Liz slept most nights with Naomi, for whom 
she had an affection close to love, and occasionally, as did all the girls, with 
the Madam, Mrs Middleton, for whom she had affection, but mainly gratitude.

Liz was becoming famous for her beauty, discretion, and naive charm. 
Eventually her temperament paid off. Mabel came bustling down to see her 
early one afternoon, before the inspection.

'Let me see. Yes, You'll do. Lovely! Go to the mirror salon. You,ve got a very 
special visitor. It seems your reputation has reached the very highest places. 
Princess Alex is coming, incognito. One of her ladies in waiting has been to 
see me, and the two of them will come at four. Princess Alex has some kinks I 
think you'll find stimulating, and she will want you to act them out with the 
two of them. I've told her she's not to allow you to be hurt...and to respect 
your virginity; or rather, both of them. Now off you go, and I'll bring the 
accessories. Remember she'll be queen one day!

As the name implied the mirror salon was lined with mirrors, walls and 
ceiling. Ladies could watch their companions' bodies from every angle as they 
indulged in their sex games. Liz undressed and put on the clothes that had 
been laid out for her on the immense double bed.
She put the black stilettos on and looked at herself in the mirrors. Though she 
thought it herself, she looked very sexy, despite her blonde hair being hidden 
beneath the grotesque black and red satin mask. She lifted a black whip over 
her head and posed: she was going to enjoy this! The red silk gloves looked 
sexy...but surely, bare hands were better for love? The collar and chain round 
her neck fell between her breasts. She looked at these in the mirrors from all 
angles. Perhaps it was all the sex, but over the past few months they had 
developed, and were now perfect, she thought. The tall, black patent-leather 
high-heels really set off her ankles, and the glossy nylons showed her legs off. 
No suspender belt or panties, but a tiny , black thong that parted her cunt lips 
and bottom cheeks, accentuating rather than  hiding her sex, completed the 
ensemble. Her skin was tanned now, smooth and silky, without blemish. She 
was proud of herself, and knew she was enough to bring some women off 
simply by looking at her.

Mrs Middleton bustled in, smiling approvingly when she caught Liz posing 
with the whip raised. 'Liz, you look really lovely.' She kissed her long and 
hard. 'I could just have you at this moment. But no time, I'm afraid. Business 
first.' She put down a cricket bag, full of ropes, chains, whips, and similar 
toys.

I've never seen these before,' said Liz pointing at some furniture. There was a 
sort of block and tackle hanging from the ceiling, a chair with straps, heavy, 
like an electric chair she thought, a leather covered bench, again with straps, 
and a sort of heavy oak frame. 

'They're for S&M,' explained the Madam. You know what S&M is?'

'Oh yes. Tying up and whipping, sort of things.'

'That's right. We don't allow real pain, but some women, including, 
apparantly, the Princess, like to play around a bit with it. You'll see.'

The Princess swept into the salon without knocking. Liz knew her from 
magazines and the TV News, of course, but was surprised by her height. She 
must be all of six foot. And her magnificent mane of black hair, to her 
shoulders. For the rest she was enveloped in a black satin cloak, from her 
broad shoulders to her feet, actually dragging on the ground behind her. Liz 
dropped to a courtesy, as Mabel had coached her. 'Good afternoon, Your 
Highness.'

'You may refer to me as Your Royal Highness in public, but in private always 
as Mistress Alexandra.'

'Yes, Mistress. Thankyou, Mistress Alexandra.'

'Good. Now kiss my hand.' She stretched out her hand, and as the girl stooped 
to kiss it, lowered it, so the girl had to kneel. Liz kissed it, brushing the palm 
with her lips. As she did so, Princess Alex dropped the cloak from her 
shoulders. It was immediately obvious why she had worn the all-enveloping 
cloak to travel to the bordello. Beneath she was magnificent. Her underwear 
was of shiny, black leather. The uplift bra raised her full bosoms to a platform, 
the nipples sometimes peeping out. The rest of the basque shone in the 
subdued light. Her thigh length boots were of the same shiny leather, and she 
carried a short, dangerous looking whip. Her legs were parted as Liz knelt in 
front of her, astounded not only by the stern beauty, but by the sheer physicl 
presence of this dominating figure.

'Now kiss my cunt lips.' The crotch was naked. Liz leaned forward, and 
without touching the enticing flesh with her hands kissed first the hair on the 
mound, and then moved her mouth down, her tongue parting the hair and 
swollen cunt lips, until the the naked flesh of the inner slit was opened. She 
kissed the clit with a long, lingering kiss, sucking at it. As she was doing this, 
the door opened and a young man in a dinner jacket walked in holding a bottle 
and some glasses. A man? The Mistress placed one heel on the girl's shoulder, 
up against her neck. The heel bit into her flesh. The cunt was wide open with 
her legs apart, and Liz licked, her tongue lapping at the slippery moistness.

'Get up. This is Johnnie, my Lady in waiting, and a willing sex slave. ' Liz 
looked again at the young man, and realised it was indeed a girl in drag, under 
that smart evening suit. The hair might be severely cut, but her face was 
smooth and there was a hint of a swelling at the chest. The effect was, 
however, predominantly male. As they shook hands, her grip was firm.

'Liz, undress Johnnie. I'll watch.'

The shoes and socks first, and then the trousers. The dinner jacket, 
cummerbund and the gleaming white shirt. As she stood there in white y-
fronts, it was strange to see such a lean, muscular frame with hard little 
breasts. Her legs were not heavy, wiry rather, with muscles standing out, but 
nonetheless rounded and still feminine. Her belly was as flat as a boy's and 
there was a hint of muscles, as one might find in a boxer. Her arse was flat and 
hard, though still hidden by pants. Her tits were scarcely more than the 
enlarged pectorals of a male weight-lifter. Her shoulders were heavily 
muscled. Her dark hair was cropped. Liz stared at this exciting half-man, half-
woman. She paused a moment, soaking in the fascinating contours, and then 
pulled down the pants. The cunt-lips were shaved, and very, very feminine, 
with their plum, openness.

'Tie her to the block and tackle.'

'Yes, Mistress Alexandra.' Liz fastened her hands using the cuffs attached to 
the chain. Then a couple of heaves on the other chain and her hands were 
raised above her head. another heave and the heels left the ground, leaving her 
stretched, accentuating her muscles.

'Leg separators. They're in the bag.'

'Yes, Mistress.' A black leather cuff round each ankle and the legs stretched 
apart by a stainless steel bar.'

'Ropes!'

The ropes made a fascinating pattern round her breasts, belly and bottom, and 
the whole was finished off by a sticky-tape gag.

'Oil her body while I watch. Make her skin gleam, and the muscles ripple.'

Scented oil in her cupped hand, Liz started by oiling the shoulders and back of 
the helpless figure. She pressed her own lightly-clothed belly to the hard little 
bottom as she massaged the oil into the soft, tanned skin. She delighted in the 
feel of the muscles under the skin as the slave rolled her shoulders in the 
pleasure of the massage. Now it was time for her bottom. A handful of scented 
oil slapped this time onto one hard buttock then spread into her crack and over 
to the other cheek. With legs wide-spread, all the flesh was accessible to the 
probing fingers and pressing hands! Johnnie moaned quietly, and arched her 
back, as Liz inserted a finger into her smooth anus, oiling the inner rim. Liz 
felt her own nipples harden, and her cunt awaken.

'Enough!' The Princess arose, majestic and commanding, raising her long, 
black, plaited whip. Two trtial strokes through the air, whistling viciously. 
Then a thwack across the 
captive's buttocks. Another, and yet another. She paused, dropping the whip, 
and fondling the area she had just whipped, feeling the soft skin and firm flesh, 
and watching the skin 
redden in weals. Her finger, oiled from the girl's bottom, she suddenly and 
brutally jammed it
in the girl's anus, and moved it rapidly in and out. The girl screeched and 
wriggled, but the shagging continued, three fingers now violating the tender 
ring. A bead of sweat had started on the victim's brow, dripping like a tear 
over her cheeks and onto a swelling nipple.

Bored with this, the Princess took a shorter whip from her waistband and 
presented the leather knob to the arsecheeks. The girl, her face a grimace of 
fear, arched away from it. Laughing, the Princess pushed the whip handle in, 
until the knob was wholly inside. she left it hanging there, kept in place by its 
bulbous shape.

'Now you whip her.' She retreated to the bed, half-lying, half-sitting, her legs 
wide-apart. For the first time her cunt was apparent through the mass of black 
hair as her lips opened with lust. Liz lifted the whip and gave three vicious 
blows to the buttocks. She paused. The sensation was strange. Whipping a 
naked person, woman or man, had never been among her fantasies. Yet there 
was no doubt her own cunt was reacting to the role of flagelator. She gave 
three more strokes across the shoulders and then two to the buttocks. The 
slave's body arched provocatively with each blow, its muscles working to 
avoid them. Her tits. Amazingly, to her, Liz suddenly wanted to whip her tits. 
Wild she whipped! And whipped! And  whipped. She lost control with the 
excitement, and truly martyrised the tender flesh.

'Feel her cunt. Is she aroused?'

Liz parted the cunt lips with one hand and with a finger of the other felt the 
inner slit. It was very wet, and the clit was hard. She allowed her hands to 
linger a moment to get the pleasure of the feel of the aroused cunt. 'She is 
aroused, Mistress Alexandra. Her cunt is very wet and her clitoris is 
completely erect.'

'Good. It is satisfying when a slave reacts to a good beating with a heightened 
sexual state. Now oil her front. The weals. The woman lay back, propped on 
cushions, her legs parted and the cunt lips gleaming with passion. Liz had not 
seen the Princess so much as touch her own cunt yet, so the excitement was 
entirely due to her efforts with the whip. She now found the experience of 
oiling the martyrised tits, stretched and taut as the slave was, very, very 
exciting: the round, but hard feel of these strongly-muscled, boyish bosoms. 
Then the flat belly, and hairless, long, muscular, but rounded legs. Her own 
cunt was demanding attention! But she dare not finger it without her Mistress' 
command. She guessed that that would bring condign and painful punishment.

'Again. Whip her tits again! Use this!' She threw over a black leather-thonged 
whip, the twin of the one which filled the hanging girl's anus. Liz struck three 
more times at the perky little 
tits, each blow now plucking at her own clit, increasing the urgency of her 
desire. She paused.'

'More! Whip her more! She thinks she just has to strip to excite her Mistress. 
That one glance at her bottom and breasts will seduce and mollify her 
Mistress, and gain her favours. No, I demand more than that from my sex-toys. 
Whip her! Slash her across her belly and thighs.'

Liz whipped till her arm ached. The girl's body was red now with the discrete 
weals merging.  She paused again, her cunt afire, sweat dripping down her tits.

'Now come over here. Lay beside me, Elizabeth.' As Liz lay there, panting, the 
dominatrix felt her breasts; in a sudden surge of passion, she gripped them 
hard, one in each hand, and squeezed, pressing them together, eliciting a 
scream from the teenager. Now both hands investigated her bottom and cunt. 
Pulling the thin leather thong aside, a finger probed her slit, wet and flowing. 
'Well, clearly you like whipping handsome women. My word, this is a wet 
cunt!' She masturbated it, Liz panting and sighing, by now with pure pleasure. 
'Too quick! I'll slow you down.' Stretching the thin black thong like  a 
bowstring, she let it snap against the naked and defenseless nub. Liz squealed 
with the sudden pain, but if anything her desire was increased, a delicious 
sensation spreading from the clit, through the lips, and even to the secret 
mouth of her arse. Again she snapped the strap.

'Now, over my knee.' Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took the smaller, 
lighter-built figure over her lap. Holding her down with one hand, she spanked 
with the other. Liz was aware of her punisher's lust increasing as the pace and 
urgency of the spanking increased. The pain in her buttocks was soon replaced 
by a warmth, a sexual warmth! She liked it! At just this moment of realisation, 
it stopped.

'Mistress, please don't stop. It's so exciting. Please don't stop. Please spank 
me more....'

She started again' Alex driven crazy by the desire of this lovely young blonde 
to be dominated and beaten . Amazingly, as she spanked, the girl was writhing 
and wriggling, and finally spasms running through the beautiful body 
announced she had climaxed, purely due to a sound spanking.

'You are very talented, young Elizabeth. Now, as a reward, you will suck your 
Mistress.. Remove your mask.'

Johnnie watched as the girl, still wearing her leather thong, was pushed onto 
the bed, and the aggressive dyke knelt over her. Liz stretched up her tongue in 
anticipation as the plump bottom was lowered to her face. Cunt lips were wide 
open now, and despite the bushy hair the girl could see the red of the inner 
cunt and the swollen clit. Her Mistress waited a moment, savouring the future 
pleasure, and then she dropped her arse plumb onto the waiting mouth. Liz's 
face was bathed in slipperiness instantly and her tongue lapped at the delicious 
flesh. She reached up and fondled breasts, and her face was rasped with 
violent, rasping motions of her cunt. Liz placed a hand on her own cunt, and 
slipped a finger inside the leather thong, finding her clit.

'No. Keep your hands off your cunt. Concentrate on my pleasure. You are a 
sex object now, for my satisfaction only'. The hand was torn away and the 
dyke slapped her on the inside of her thighs, there where the skin is whitest 
and most tender. She slapped with both hands, alternately, in time with the 
raking movement of her arse and cunt.

Liz held on to the rearing thighs with both hands, and worked to maximise the 
joy her tongue was bringing. The stinging blows rained down on her as her 
rider climaxed. She lapped up the flowing juices avidly, and the satisfied cunt 
finally came to rest, clamped over her mouth.

'Johnnie has been watching all that. She loves it, don't you?'

'Yes, Mistress, I love to watch you shag a pretty girl.'

'Do you want some yourself?'

'Please, Mistress...'

'Get two strap-on dildos from the bag and bring them.'

Liz came back to the bed and strapped a small pink dildo to her kneeling 
Mistress. The belts fixed under the cunt and in the small of the back. She was 
then fitted out similarly with a larger, black rubber version. The feel of the 
straps, pushing her leather thong even further into the cunt-slit was quite 
delicious.

'Now, release the slave and lead her to the bench. Kneel her on it and strap her 
ankles and wrists.' Kneeling, the muscular body was more like a man's, and 
Liz couldn't resist caressing a tit, hopefully out of the Mistress' view.

Following Alex's instructions, Liz slipped under the kneeling body and 
positioned her huge dildo against the cunt. Johnnie co-operated, forcing 
downwards and the instrument slipped in. The Mistress approached, and knelt 
behind Johnnie, slipping her dildo into the waiting arsehole, still pouting open 
from the abuse of the whip handle earlier. Johnnie sighed. 'Oh, that's heaven. 
I'm completely full.' She started moving up and down, shagging herself on the 
two dildos. Liz found this indirectly exciting, watching the girl's face portray 
rising passion. She grabbed at tiny, hard tits, and was rewarded by having her 
own larger, more rounded bosoms fondled by Alex. The dildo was rubbing on 
her clit, and her tits were being stimulated. Just as Johnnie's excitement was 
rising, so was her own!

Alex shagged hard and without quarter. The delicate arsehole was brutalised! 
But Johnnie loved it...the feeling of fullness, being sandwiched between two 
ardent and beautiful females, the thighs, bottoms, bosoms, soft skin, firm flesh, 
rounded contours, flowing hair, blonde and black, the pressure on her clit, the 
friction in cunt and anus, four hands on her tits and bottom, whipped, bound 
hand and foot, a sex-slave...The ecstasy was immense and she came.


Chapter Five : Disasters

It was a couple of days after the games with Princess Alexandra when Mrs 
Middleton rang down for Liz to come to her rooms. Liz perfumed her cunt, 
expecting a sex session, but she was wrong. The Madam needed to talk.

'You made a good impression on Her Royal Highness and she wants you to 
join her staff as her femme de chambre. The pay would be much more than 
you earn here, and the sex would be almost as varied, as the whole female staff 
at the Palace is lesbian, and chosen for their beauty, intelligence and sexiness! 
She has offered a transfer fee of fifty thousand new-pounds, and of course 
twenty thousand of that would be yours. What do you say?'

Liz was silent, and then embraced her benefactorice. 'I owe so much to you, 
Mabel. I feel I shouldn't leave you.'

'Don't worry your lovely head about that! I'll recruit a fresh girl for the 
business and we can still meet for a bit of fun if we want. I expect you'll come 
here from time to time in any case, when the Princess feels like having a 
whore. So if you want to go, please say so.'

'Thankyou, Mrs Middleton. I shall go. And I'll never forget how kind you and 
everyone have been.'

Within a couple of days the financial arrangements had been made and Liz 
was installed in the Palace( and often in the bed) of the Princess. It was a good 
life. She was surrounded by lovely, talented and above all eager young women, 
all of whom lusted after her sweet, 
teenage body, and her Mistress, despite her sado-masochistic fantasies, was 
kind, considerate, and especially lustful.

The only problem was domestic politics. The Crown Prince no longer slept 
with his wife, who herself was now wholly lesbian. He brought home 
expensive whores, and exercised droit de seigneur over the wives and 
daughters of his friends, and of course, his servants. He was for ever trying to 
have the Princess' servants. Most of these were bisexual, only partly lesbian, 
and found it advisable to let him have his way with them. A product of a tough 
public school and his regiment, he had never really grown up, and was 
surrounded by hangers-on of the hearty, macho, rugger-player type. These 
young men would join him in his drinking exploits, and also in more sinister 
gang-bangs.

Eventually he tried it on with Liz. She awoke one night to find him naked, 
sitting on her bed. He reached down and fondled her breast to wake her up, his 
hand cupped over her mouth in case she cried out in surprise. 'You've got a 
lovely body. I want it,' he said as he groped her. He swung his legs under the 
duvet. Her mouth free now, she protested and told him to get out of her bed 
and leave her alone. 'I never go with men, no matter how important or 
distinguished.'

'Ah, but you will just this once,' he said, and tried to prise her legs apart. As 
she struggled she felt his hard prick pressing against her soft thigh. 'Sod this!' 
she thought, and she swung a clenched fist, a short but heavy blow hitting him 
full in the bollocks. He screamed and folded up, writhing under the bedclothes, 
but not in the passion he had foreseen!. He clutched his bruised parts. 'Bitch! 
You'll regret that!' And he staggered out, followed by Liz's laughter. If she 
had known, she wouldn't have laughed.

Eventually she got back to sleep, but was woken again in the early hours of the 
morning. Again a hand was clamped over her mouth, but this time it was 
replaced immediately by a gag of some sort. Someone was holding her down 
to the bed, grasping her arms painfully tight. She struggled in vain. The 
bedside light was switched on and she saw her assailants were a sergeant and a 
private. Both were dressed in khaki, but both had the sinister armbands that 
showed they were King's Men.

'The Crown Prince wants you out of the Palace, bitch,' said the sergeant.

'Get her case...it's probably in that cupboard there, and load some clothes in it. 
Make it look as if she's done a flit. Make sure you pack those rings and 
things...and her papers...there in the desk.'

It took scarcely ten minutes. and Liz was led out, arms held behind her back. 
They got into the front seat of a green army Jeep and drove quietly off. No-one 
had seen their passing. Even the security guards on the main gate had been 
relieved. They were crushed together uncomfortably on the bench seat, and Liz 
was very aware of the lightness of her dress...just a red silk nightie, with see-
through panels. They removed her gag.

'Where are you taking me?'

'You'll soon find out. You're a looker, aren't you?' He passed an arm round 
her, and cradled her right breast in the cup of his hand. The private, who was 
driving, was looking out of the side of his eye, and pressing his thigh hard on 
hers. The sergeant's other hand was on her thigh, bare as her nightie had 
ridden up those few, crucial inches. 'She's got lovely tits, private,' He 
squeezed appreciatively, feeling her firmness under the shiny nylon.

'Don't do that. I don't go with men, and especially bullies!'

As a riposte he tweaked the nipple between finger and thumb, and put his hand 
directly onto her cunt, feeling the crisp hairs.' Perhaps Jack and me'll fuck you 
before we deliver you.'

'Time, sergeant. Watch the time. She sails at two. And wouldn't do to be 
caught for speeding with this tart on board!'

'You're right, private. Perhaps she'd settle for something less? Like give me a 
wank.' He took his hand off her cunt and rubbed the front of his camouflage 
trousers. His other hand still groped her tit.

Poor Liz! This was like her Dad. Rape, or a wank. No choice, really. She 
unbuttoned him and took out the short, stubby, but hard cock
       
She wanked it vigourously using both hands, one to stroke the cock, the other 
to tickle his balls. As she felt the skin move over the hard , muscley shaft, she 
thought about all the times she'd had to wank Lenny. Her brother was nowhere 
near as broad as this, but just as long. He stretched back, still fondling a breast, 
and his other hand caressing her thigh, bottom, and even her cunt. He swore as 
he came, directing the spurts away from his own uniform and soaking the front 
of Liz's scarlet nightie: the last dribblings wet her hand as she still held his 
cock.

'Now me, while I drive,' said the private. Driving with one hand, he groped 
her tits, and then her legs as she jerked him off. Again, she was innundated 
with hot come.

They drove into a dock gates, waved through by a sleepy security guard, who 
probably didn't even notice the third person in the Jeep, and who in any case 
had been warned to expect a section of King's Men in the course of the shift. It 
was safest not to notice the comings and goings of Party functionaries! They 
parked on the quay, alongside a decrepit looking rust bucket of a vessel. It was 
already making smoke.

'Here she is, captain. And the cash in this envelope. You understand the deal?'

'Sure. I got the deal. ' The huge negro counted off the bundle of hundred 
dollar notes.' You better get off. We sailing in two minutes...'

Liz felt the motion of the ship as it left port and got out to the more open sea. 
The Captain returned to his cabin. 'You too pretty just to kill dead. They pay 
me to kick you over-side as 
soon as we in Atlantic! Happen all time with these people. But you too good to 
waste. Have fun first!' He unzipped his black trouser uniform and took out a 
large prick, semi-erect. 'You be nice to Captain, and he no kill you yet!'

'I'm a virgin. I've never done it! Please don't make me. I'm only sixteen. I'll 
do anything else, but please don't make me fuck!'

'You virgin, for real?' He pulled her to him and lifted the hem of her nightie. 
His great paw of a hand cupped her cunt and he felt into her crack with his 
index finger. She winced as he pushed his finger into her tight , nearly dry 
cunt, and moved it around. He could feel her hymen in place. 'True! You 
virgin. Now don't that beat all! We keep you that way. You lucky girl. You go 
live yo life in luxury. We go sell you in Santa Maria. Virgins worth plenty US 
dollar. Now suck me! I kind to you. You kind to Captain!'

Reluctantly, but nonetheless with the skill learned from many a session with 
her father and brother, Liz sucked at his cock, laying on the floor in front of 
him in her nightie as he fondled her tits. He came in her mouth, but her ordeal 
was not over, as he stayed hard, and in place. 'Dress off! Off!' he commanded, 
and she saw his cock twitch again as he eyed her perfect body, and felt the 
perfect hemispheres of her breasts.He picked her up and carried her to his cot, 
the cum still dribbling down her chin. Laying down, he pulled her on top of 
him, her face to his cock. She sucked vigorously while he played with her arse 
and twined his fingers in her golden cunt hair. Oddly, she found her body 
responding to this brute, with the build of a prize-fighter, and a massive cock. 
Her lips were opening and her cunt was glowing as he came in her mouth. At 
this moment, for the first time in her young life, she could have welcomed 
invasion by a hard cock. But it wasn't to be. This time she swallowed every 
drop, both because she realised he had the power of life or death over her, and 
also because she was enjoying it.

'Now your cabin. Carry your case!'

Her 'cabin' was a cubby-hole with a single bed, and no door to it!

She dropped the case in the room. It took up at least half the free floor-space. 
'But there's no door!'

'More friendly!' He laughed. She opened the case and managed to put on some 
undies, scanty little things as enjoyed by her former lover, before he pushed 
her again. 'Showers at 
end, there. And this men's mess room. About half the men here now. Rest 
working. He pushed the door open and propelled the near-naked blonde 
through it. A moment's silence, 
then whoops of joy and outrageous laughter from the half dozen or so negroe 
sailors, and two whites, in the mess.

'This white whore for you, boys, till Santa Maria. But no cunt. No arsehole. 
No mouth. She virgin, and she stay virgin. And none of yo diseases. 
Comprende? Tits, hands, legs...no cunt, no arse no mouth! You fuck and you 
fish-food. Comprende?'

A chorus of 'Yes Cap'n. OK Cap'n. No shag 'etc. The crew crowded round 
and poked and prodded at the white flesh and golden hair. The Captain lifted 
her and deposited her on the table, more a bench than a  table, really. She lay 
there in her white lace panties and white stockings, lying on her back while the 
crew fondled her, handling her tits especially, but also her belly, thighs, and 
even her cunt, but through her panties. She felt a hand creep under her bottom 
and into the cleft of her arse, and another feeling about in her crack, inside her 
panties now, looking for her clitoris. Several hands were squeezing and 
caressing her tits, and both nipples were being attacked. Hands ran up the 
inside of her thighs, and played with her curly blonde hair as the crotch of her 
panties was pulled aside. she closed her eyes, and submitted to the outrage.

After a bit, the number of hands seemed to have decreased and she opened her 
eyes, looking up at the ring of men around her. Five black cocks and two white 
waved over her body, being wanked by seven great fists. She looked in 
fascination as well as in horror at these strong thighs and buttocks, and 
grinning faces, white teeth in the ebony faces, thick red necks on the 
whitemen. They looked down at her. Each sailor had one hand on his cock and 
the other feeling a tit, her belly, buttock, or in one case her cunt itself.

The Captain was hard again and was joining in the fun.

The first of them to come squirted his jiz straight onto one faultless breast, the 
second spurt hitting the other. Hands moved from tit to belly and bottom. The 
second series of spurts went directly over her face. Now all the rest of the men 
came, mostly together, and globules of cum pattered down onto her thighs, 
belly, breasts, shoulders, face and hair. She was covered in it.

'Go now,' said the Captain. The crew returned to their interrupted game of 
poker. Liz went to the showers, and was surprised to find them civilised , and 
the water very hot. She showered the cum off, dried, and went to her cubicle. 
She chose a severe, unsexy nightdress and tried to get to sleep.

The voyage was two weeks. There was no repeat of the group orgy of the first 
night but her sleep was continually interrupted by the demands of each of the 
fourteen crew. She calculated they were demanding sex twice a day each and 
about ten minutes each time. She was spending five hours a day being abused 
sexually.

But the crew obeyed their Captain, who they said would castrate anyone who 
disobeyed. Mostly they wanted to come between her lovely tits or the cheeks 
of her arse. Some would need to be jerked off, while others would play with 
her body while jerking themselves off. She probably managed to sleep through 
some of the episodes through sheer exhaustion, especially when she was being 
used merely as an aid to masturbation, rather like a dirty book. But all too 
often she would be woken up. Her body was always covered in cum, and she 
no longer bothered to dress, as that just meant washing her clothes out too.

All in all, she was relieved when they docked at Santa Maria and she was 
summoned for inspection prior to the sale price being agreed. She was paraded 
naked in the Captain's saloon.



Chapter Six : Bordello

Liz was pleased she'd learned so much Spanish from the cook. (He was the 
one who was content to wank while fondling her tits and bottom: they talked 
quite a lot, and not only in bed. The galley had been one of the few places she 
could escape groping, leering attentions). The Captain was negotiating with a 
tall, very beautiful woman, very Spanish with her long black hair and 
platformed bosoms. She was couturier dressed. Clearly the Madam.

Liz was inspected like a horse! Her tits and bottom were felt, approvingly. Her 
mouth was prised open and her teeth checked. Her virginity was established by 
the woman in the customary way. A deal was struck, in US dollars, and she 
was pleased to find that even in this apparantly benighted part of the tropics 
she was worth twenty five thousand. Probably she wouldn't be mis-treated if 
that valuable.

In the stretch limo, the woman, Donna, was all over her teenage beauty, 
fondling, caressing and praising her. As soon as they arrived, at a fine, large 
house on a main square, it was to  bed with this woman. Quite like old times. 
An older woman so much more congenial than a succession of mostly black 
cocks.
                                                                
Donna was not overly demanding...which is to say her sexual tastes, although 
lesbian, were conventional. At least she was less demanding than Alexandra 
had been, and Liz was able to totally satisfy her with a skilled use of her 
tongue and fingers.That is not to say the climax was not noisy and active as the 
woman plunged about like a seventeen year old, riding Liz's face, her tits 
wobbling and her hips heaving as she came. And once was not enough for her! 
Liz was lying half underneath her lover now, licking upwards into the crack. 
She found the woman loved a tiny penetration of her anus as she was tongued. 
So it was, tongue on clitoris and in the vagina consecutively, finger in bottom, 
and the other hand reaching up to fondle tits, that she established her 
favouritism with her new employer. 

'Donde? Where did you learn to suck like that? I was in very heaven. I have 
not come like that for many years. It was like the first time!' The naked 
woman sighed, as they cuddled, her hands wandering almost absent-mindedly 
over the tenager's tits and belly.

'I was a whore in an English brothel. Serving women only.'

'Was that the celebrated establishment of my esteemed colleague , Mrs 
Middleton? A dear friend, and much talented in the art of love, and in the 
business of love as well.'

'You know Mrs Middleton. Yes it was in her house, though I had been sold on 
to a very distinguished lady, before I was kidnapped by her husband.'

'My poor child! Kidnapped! Ah, these husbands...and indeed these wives! 
Jealousy! It is the great enemy of love! Still, you will like it here. Our clientel 
is of the noblest. Of the finest of the land. And the rewards can be great. Many 
of my girls have found fine situations. You will, of course, understand I have 
to make a return on my not inconsiderable investment. 

Above all, do not sacrifice either your female or your male virginities. She 
fingered the girl's cunt and her arsehole briefly. They are of great value to the 
House. Do not think it will not be observed if you allow penetration even of 
this. She fingered the girl's anus, tip-tapping it with a finger. My clients are 
most experienced, and can soon discover an imposture, even in this secret 
place!'

'I'll work willingly. May I suck you again, please, senora?'

The House was an evening business. The girls would parade, about twenty in 
all, and the men would pick out their fancies, normally for about two hours, or 
for the whole night. The fucking might be on the premises, or the girl might go 
away to a residence, the Hilton Hotel (about the only good hotel in the city), or 
an occasional orgy-party. On national holidays, important saints days, and the 
like, there would be a large party in the House itself, with scandalous group 
sexual ectivities. Liz was introduced as 'too young', only just sixteen, and a 
virgin, 'innocent' etc. In fact the men were being teased along into a frenzy of 
competition, and the bidding for her was rising all the time. Donna briefed her 
newest recruit on this process, while still preferring her sweet young body to 
all the other girls who were, of course, available to her. From time to time 
there would be a threesome with a female friend or client, but Donna never 
allowed Liz a one-on-one even with a woman, for fear of the valuable virginity 
being taken by some dyke avid for a new experience. It was believed this was 
the only virgin over twelve, of either sex, the City had known in living 
memory...and so beautiful, and exotic in her blondeness and blue eyes!

Finally, Donna gave the good news. 'My lovely little blonde angel. The 
President has bought you for the first night as a birthday present for his son. 
The price is good...she kissed the girl...very good. And he is indeed a 
handsome young man: indeed you will willingly give yourself to him as if you 
are a free agent.'

The boy's birthday arrived, and Liz, dressed as a Bride, was nervous as any 
young girl anticipating her first fuck. She had spied on the young man as he 
had fucked another girl a few days before, and found him fair of form and face. 
He seemed pleasant, and conventional in his shagging. Also considerate. His 
earlier partner had clearly enjoyed her session with him! At three o'clock she 
was introduced to him, demure in her white bridal lingerie, in advance of the 
business of the House. They sat and chatted over coffee for an hour or so, and 
she found herself warming to this handsome airforce captain in his royal blue 
uniform, so smart and dashing.

By six, she was actively lusting after him. Judging by the bulge in his trousers 
as they kissed and cuddled like any newly wed couple. 

Her cunt was fully awake, and she admired his prick, hard beneath the thin, 
tropical-weight fabric. 'Let's go to bed, Antonio,' she said to him. 'You know 
you're my first man? My first ever?'

'Let's. Yes...it's a marvellous thought.' They went off to a grand bedroom, all 
vlvet, ormulu, mirrors, and a huge bed with deep down pillows, and fine satin 
sheets.

                                                                    
                                             

In the room next door, the President, the young man's father, started the video 
camera pointed at the bed through the double mirror. He was accompanied by 
a young street urchin, a boy of perhaps twelve. Naked and without body hair, 
his smooth young body, provided by Palace staff washed and perfumed, would 
satisfy lusts awakened by his son with this teenage girl, so white and blonde, 
so unlike the girls of his country. The boy was hard, he saw. Good. He needed 
a good strong erection to get any satisfaction nowadays.

                                            

At the door of the salon Antonio lifted Liz, pushed the door with his shoulder, 
and carried her over the threshhold. Without putting her down, he kissed her.

On her feet again, Liz looked at this young man, so gallant in his uniform. 
'Antonio, you make me so hot! I've never felt this for a man before, but it's a 
lovely feeling.'  She rubbed her nearly naked  body against his unform. The 
feeling was indescribably erotic!

'Can I undress you, and see your body? I can feel how strong you are...'

'Darling Elizabeth...'

She knelt in front of him and removed his socks and shoes. She sucked both 
naked big toes. Then she stood and took off his uniform jacket and shirt and 
tie. She folded these carefully. He stood there as if hypnotised. Then his 
trousers, again folded, and, slowly, so slowly she pulled his pants down. His 
cock sprang loose, twitching, wholly upright.

'How wonderful. How lovely! How virile and handsome you are.' The flowery 
language sounded more natural in Spanish, as it rolled sexily off her tongue. 
And she meant it. Her cunt was juicy and her face flushed with passion. She 
passed behind him as he stood there and pulled him against her. He could feel 
her tits pressing against his back, the nipples like hard, little hazel nuts. She 
felt his chest, running her hands over the smooth, hairless olive skin, and down 
to his belly, and then to his cock, one hand, and his balls, the other. She 
sighed, 'You have a wonderful body. How lucky I am to have such a man as 
my first lover!.' 

Her hands wandered all over his body, learning the shape and texture of his 
muscles. She nibbled his shoulder, and rubbed her breasts against him, her 
belly against his bottom. In the mirrors she could see the powerful erection, 
that promised ecstasy, and his balls tight in the scrotum. She placed her palms 
against his flat belly and pulled him to her. His cock twitched rhythmically, 
and she lightly fingered it, her other hand cradling his balls, tickling the 
crinkly hairs.

He broke away, and turning round, kissed her lips. 'Lay on the bed and I'll 
undress for you....'

She turned her back to him and bent down to undo the clasps on her 
suspenders, treating him to a view of her lovely arse, accentuated by the tight 
basque, and by the lacy panties stretched thin across the buttocks. Her cunt 
swelled beneath the thin lace of the crotch. Facing him and laughing at the 
seriousness with which he was studying her, she reached behind and undid the 
series of clasps holding the basque, finally letting it drop in front of her. She 
deliberately showed off first one elegant leg and then the other, placing her 
feet on a stool as she took off her white high heels and then her white 
stockings. Finally she slowly lowered her panties, to show her plump little 
cunt.

As she slipped these down, her back to the bed again, his cock twitched and he 
watched the crease, blonde, and the pink hidden mouth. Looking at his form in 
the mirror, the straining penis, Liz felt the juices of her cunt running and her 
heart beating. She turned, went to the bed, and got astride him. His hands 
taking the weight of her bottom, she slid her cunt onto the knob of his prick. 
One inch, two, a moment of pain, and then the full nine. Rubbing her clit 
against him, with scarcely any other movement at all she felt her orgasm 
approaching. Tight in her virgin cunt, his cock reacted to her contractions as 
she came,. Her orgasm rolled on, and on, and on, like no other she had 
experienced. Silent, she collapsed on his motionless body, her tits pressing 
against his chest. This, and the milking of his cock by the spasms of her 
muscular vagina, made him come with great gushing hot spunk. Still 
motionless.

He stayed hard, and with the last twitches of her coming started to move gently 
in and out of her. With her juices and the flood of come he had released in her 
the movement was easy, despite the tight-gripping and firmness of the walls. 
Deliberately, Liz fell over sideways, and they shagged face-to-face, lying on 
their sides, she one long, slender leg under his body, he grasping her arse. 
Again, Liz came. And her coming prompted his. Still hard, he withdrew his 
cock, turned her over on her belly, pulled her with both arms under her belly 
into a kneeling position, and entered her cunt from behind.. He kept his arms 
under her belly to lift her sufficiently for continued shagging. This time he 
came first...a tribute to her lovely little bum. His belly slapped into the round 
bottom. And she came. No words had been spoken. He fell off, and was asleep 
in moments. As he dozed off, his cock slipped from her cunt, and she wriggled 
free from beneath him. She looked at him, tenderly, sleeping beside her, and 
realised that , if not heterosexual, she certainly was bi!
                                                     

In the room next door, El Presidente had watched, gloated over, and filmed 
every part of the action. His naked plaything had unbuttoned his fly and 
sucked on the large prick, while the President fondled his young, olive-skinned 
body. Finally, the President removed his trousers, himself sucked the young 
prick until it was fully hard, and bending over an armchair, presented his 
buttocks to the lad for shagging. The lad penetrated, and as he made the few 
movements necessary for coming at that young age, the President wanked his 
own cock.

Liz wanted more. But her lover could not be roused, even by the suction of her 
lips on his limp cock. Never mind! Plenty of other fish in the sea. She wiped 
her cunt on her knickers and threw them into the corner, slipped on her basque 
and slippers and went down to the main salon. She was greeted by a round of 
applause, huzzahs, congratulations, a glass was pressed into her hand and the 
offers began! Her Madam approved when she claimed such a fire had been lit 
in her she needed three men at once to quench it. She selected three of the 
most handsome (from among the richest), and led them from the salon.

                     
Two hours later, the young aviator awoke to find himself deserted. Seeing the 
knickers in the corner he reached over and picked them up. They were damp in 
the crotch and he held them to his face, savouring the smell of the young 
pussy. He rubbed the fine fabric against his cheek, then his cock. On an 
impulse, he raised his arse from the bed and slipped them on. Looking at 
himself in the mirror, admiring his body, and the tightness of the lace and satin 
over his bottom, feeling the cheeks as he wanked, his cock now out of the 
panties, and inches only from the mirror. He came, and the spunk spurted onto 
his reflection on the glass.

And of course, just inches from the camera lens, still turning behind the double 
mirror. When el Presidente viewed the video, he was delighted to find his son 
shared some of his own peculiarities. And even more delighted that the film 
might one day give him the leverage he could need if the son were ever to 
threaten his power.


Chapter 7 : In The Arms of The Church

Her female virginity disposed of, there was the matter of the male variety. And 
this was even more valuable to the House than her cunt had been. It was rare 
indeed for a girl in Santa Maria to reach thirteen with her hymen intact. It was 
completely impossible for her to reach that age without a great deal of anal 
activity! Her cunt had been sold for cash and political influence. The Madam 
was expecting to sell Liz's arsehole for cash and influence with the Church, 
that other pillar of the state.

Cardinal Archbishop Bouca was perhaps more famous for his amatory exploits 
with young men than young women. It was, however, known in the city that 
Monsignor sometimes enjoyed the hairless bottom of a young girl when 
confirming maidens from the best families. Boy or girl, it was the dark secret 
mouth of the arsehole that fascinated him; the cunt he had no use for, though it 
was believed he enjoyed pricks in his own mouth or arse, sometimes both at 
once.

Unlike most of his subordinate clergy, the Cardinal Archbishop was a very 
rare visitor to the House. A few discrete words to his Chaplain, who was well 
aware of the immense beauty and sexual attraction on offer, and crucially the 
virginal bottom, and Monsignor accepted an offer to take tea with Senora 
Donna.

                                                     

Liz brought in the tea and was introduced. Cardinal Archbishop Bouca was a 
well-preserved, wiry looking man of perhaps forty five or fifty. He had the 
dark, sultry good looks of his people, and a sensuous face. He had with him his 
personal secretary, introduced as Brother Benedict, a lad of about eighteen 
with the loveliest, long, black, wavy hair. His complexion was olive and his 
skin as smooth as one imagined his bottom would be. He clearly worshipped 
his master, and his eyes followed him round the room. The devotion was more 
than spiritual, Liz guessed. Occasionally, Monsignor would caress him, 
pinching his cheek playfully, laying a hand on his thigh proprietorily, or 
patting his bottom. The lad positively glowed under this attention. They 
seemed to be on very good terms with each other, Liz thought, and wondered 
whether a man so clearly besotted with this beautiful boy would have time for 
her charms!

Liz had been cleverly presented. Her blonde hair was up, crowned by a boyish 
cap. A plain gray silk shirt minimised the otherwise devastating impact of her 
breasts, and she wore a tiny black silk mini-skirt that emphasised her long, 
slender legs and hardly covered her pert little bum in its black nylon bikini 
panties. All in all, she looked most appetising, girlish rather than womanly. 
The merest hint of androgyny was attractive to the reprobate prelate, as was 
the report of her anal virginity. She made sure she was shy and modest, coyly 
averting her gaze when their eyes met. She left the room confident her fish had 
been hooked.

                                         

'You did very well, my blonde angel,' said Donna later. 'He wants you and 
will pay very well. Exceptionally. You will dress as a nun to increase his 
pleasure, and he will want to have you in church. Benedict will probably be 
required to have you as well.....'

'I think both Bouca and Benedict are lovely men. I'm only worried it will hurt. 
I've never...'

'Of course! So we must get you in training a bit. Come over here.' She 
carefully undid the blouse and skirt, and slipped the black panties down. Liz 
stepped out of them. 'Lay down on the rug, my dear.' Taking a handful of 
scented oil, she dripped it into the girl's puckered mouth, and massaged it in 
with the tip of her finger. With each stroke of the finger the tip entered the 
tight little hole, lubricating it and relaxing the anal muscle. Gradually the 
finger moved in and out further and more easily. 'You see. If you relax there is 
no pain. Now let's try two fingers.' Sure enough the two soft, white fingers 
slipped easily in up to the second joint, and Donna moved them round and 
round.

Liz, to her amazement , found she was getting hot around her cuntlips and clit, 
although she hadn't been touched at all there. She found herself wriggling and 
squirming, her legs as wide apart as she could get them.

'See. You can even like it. Now I'll fit a plug to continue the good work while 
we play a bit, to reward you for being a good little whore!' The plug was the 
smallest of a row that fitted in a carved cedar-wood box. 'We'll use the 
smallest first, and gradually work up over the week to the biggest.' Donna 
oiled the bulbous rubber object and pushed it gently into her arse. It was pear-
shaped, with a neck and a flat plate. The bulbous part slipped into the rectum, 
the neck was held by the anal sphincter, while the plate stopped it slipping in. 
Liz felt full, but not uncomfortable, as Donna helped her up, laid her on the 
bed, and sucked her to a rapid orgasm.

                                
Dressing as a nun was great fun. No undies, and complicated skirts, wimples 
etc. The other girls roared with laughter, and several used the opportunity to 
fondle and caress a Sister of the Church! A carriage took Liz to the Cathedral, 
which  had been shut on the orders of the Cardinal Archbishop. The soldiers 
guarding the door opened it to admit her, looking meaningfully at each other, 
but not daring a comment.

As she walked up the sombre aisle, dark and silent, she could see two figures 
near the altar. Bouca and Benedict. They stood before the altar, facing her, and 
she knelt before them. At each end of the altar stood a choirboy, or perhaps an 
acolyte, each as pretty as a picture, clad in a white, filmy gown through which 
the hairless body and lovely white cocks could be dimly seen.

The acolytes stepped forward and Liz watched through modestly downcast 
eyes as they disrobed the two priests. Benedict was already erect, she saw, 
while the Cardinal's prick was not yet quite hard. This was soon corrected as 
he cupped the balls of his young secretary in one hand and, his arms round the 
silk-smooth shoulder, kissed him full on the lips.

Liz expected to be stripped herself, naked as a novice nun exposed for the 
ceremony of the humiliation of the flesh, and for the sexual excitement and 
anticipation of her lesbian sisters and superiors (and if the truth was known for 
certain selected high officers of the Church!) However, the Cardinal had given 
other instructions to his servers. His lusts extended to the bottoms of very 
young girls, but not as far as their breasts. So it was that the acolyte who had 
stripped and caressed Benedict now approached the kneeling figure. He lifted 
her black skirts, and with a flourish pulled them up over her head, so Liz could 
no longer see what was happening.

She felt a pair of hands part her bottom cheeks, and a second pair hold her 
thighs apart. A tongue traced circles first on one round, white buttock and then 
the other. Whose tongue? Her cheeks were parted still wider, stretching the 
skin, and the questing tongue licked gently at the mouth of her bottom, tickling 
the puckered, secret place till it involuntarily contracted. This pulsing was a 
signal to the reprobate, who recognised  the first signs of sexual arousal in this 
twitching of her anus. He pressed his face harder into the proferred crease and 
his tongue penetrated where he had earlier merely titillated. Liz now knew 
from the roughness of the beard against her soft skin that it could not be the 
teenage acolytes, nor even the youthful Benedict who had a tongue in her arse. 
It must be the handsome Cardinal!

Her Madam's training over the week had not only accustomed her anus to ever 
larger penetration, it had also taught it to enjoy the sensation even to the point 
of orgasm without further stimulation. And so the pointed tongue eased in and 
out of her, her bottom contracted against it as if unwilling to release it. She did 
not know that Benedict, meanwhile, was keeping his master's cock erect by a 
judicious use of his own tongue on that long, lean instrument.

There was a pause, and Liz felt more oil being poured into the crease of her 
bottom. One of the acolytes was pouring a thin stream from a golden chalice, 
the golden liquid running over her exposed bottom-mouth and dripping down 
her thighs onto the thick velvet in front of the high altar. The Cardinal, by 
inserting two fingeers in her bottom and parting the fingers, allowed some of 
the warm oil to enter right into her. She pushed back against his knuckle as the 
fingers and warm oil filled her body. She moaned, and her arse began to rotate. 
This was the next signal for the naked priest, who knelt behind the young girl, 
and with a long, sustained push placed his prick in her arse, till his black hairs 
joined with her light, blonde fuzz. This, her first experience of being buggered, 
was so much better than the rubber plugs she had been trained on, that Liz felt 
lust rising. She moaned...there had been no pain on the first entry, just a 
feeling of fullness and warmth. She wished she had a mouth on her nipples, 
hard and swollen, and a mouth on her clit, now moist and hot. She rolled her 
hips in time with the thrusts of the cock. It was removed every third stroke, so 
the knob could force past the anal rim again, and then two great, crashing 
pushes, before the next insertion. This went on Liz knew not how long, as she 
came, her first orgasm with a cock in her arse, though not, it must be admitted, 
her first anal orgasm.

With her orgasm, the Cardinal reduced his activity slightly, and moved more 
gently in and out of the puckered hole, which now gripped less tightly. A less 
confident shagger than he would have abstained over the week. Instead, he had 
pleasured himself with several boys, and the girls in his confirmation class. 
Hence, his stamina now! Grasping his cock in his right hand he rotated it 
against the arse lips till her movements in front of him indicated rising desire 
for a second climax. This was worth the money he, or rather the Holy Church, 
had paid for the whore. Seldom had he made a girl come twice! No longer 
holding back, he buggered her harder and harder until with a scream of delight 
that echoed round the fluted arches of the Cathedral, he came in her. The 
welling spunk, and his great heaves against her bottom cheeks, changed her 
moans to panting, and then to a stream of shouted obscenities which echoed 
and re-echoed as she took her second climax.

At this very moment, the two acolytes, their slight bodies straining with the 
effort, rang the great bell of the Cathedral. As the rope rose and fell, the filmy 
white gowns rose above their bottoms, white and rounded,showing the young 
muscles tightening with the effort. The gowns rose to their navels at the top of 
each pull, showing the tight, almost hairless balls, and the half-erect little 
penises.

The tolling bell was the signal for the waiting guests to leave their carriages on 
the pavement in the Cathedral Plaza. The great doors were flung open and a 
solemn procession of clerics and nuns entered, proceding with dignity up the 
aisle in time with the bell.

Liz felt her robes pulled completely over her head, leaving her naked, oil and 
spunk dripping from her bottom, which was open and pulsed still with the 
memory of her lust. Benedict, who clearly went both ways, enjoyed a fine pair 
of tits almost as much as masculine musculature, knelt behind her and grasped 
her breasts, pulling her bottom against his thighs. He did not enter her, but 
rubbed his cock in her crack to lubricate it.

He lifted her and carried her up the altar steps. The naked Cardinal, cock half-
hard again, swept the crucifix, candles and ornaments from the altar.As the 
procession arrived at the altar steps, Benedict placed the naked girl face-down 
on the gold and silver altar cloth, her legs over one end of it so she was bent 
double, her arms hanging each side. Her breasts were crushed into the fine 
embroidery as she felt the young cleric part her cheeks, and confidently enter 
her bottom.

The nuns and clergy around the altar broke into pairs and small groups, and 
started an orgy of feeling, fondling, stripping, sucking, caressing, entering 
mouths, cunts, arses, while Benedict shagged her bottom on the Cathedral's 
High Altar. Liz turned her face sideways to look at the throng. If this was 
religion, she'd have some of it. She'd no idea what she'd been missing all 
these years of avoiding church! Among the legitimate monks, priests and nuns, 
mostly now at least half-undressed, she recognised several fakes, men and 
women of the town's best society masquerading as religious. Some of them 
were customers of the House! And some of the 'nuns' now stripped down to 
very unclerical lingerie, revealed themselves to be young lads, perfumed and 
powdered and dressed in silks and satins for the amusement of the Cardinal 
and his holy Brothers in Sin!

Benedict was now shagging her rhythmically, almost methodically, in time 
with the tolling bell. She knew she was going to come again, and as she came 
she looked ahead to see the figure of the Virgin Mary. It seemed to Liz there 
was a look of complicity, sultry and sexual , in the statue's eyes. Liz 
understood a great religious mystery, how it was Mary could remain a virgin 
while sleeping with a randy carpenter. Of course, she liked it in the arse! With 
this thought, Liz came, and the contractions of her tight little bottom brought 
the patient Benedict off, too.

But before he could remove his cock the Cardinal was behind him, and into his 
firm, olive-skinned bottom. Liz felt the young man's cock swell and harden in 
her, fill her, and start again to move in and out of her bottom, now leaking cum 
at each push. And so it went on, an orgy of buggery and clerical vice to 
celebrate her sacrifice of virginity on the altar. Many a young lad or dignified 
matron would remember  for days as some sudden movement. or sitting down 
carelessly, reminded them of the delights of passive buggery. Many a cleric 
was to be seen white-faced and exhausted by multiple emissions in transvestite 
bottoms, matronly anuses, and religious rectums. Choirboys would abstain for 
two whole days, recovering strength after the repeated draining of  their 
delicate young cocks into avid mouths. And Liz was shagged on the altar until 
her bottom, completely relaxed, was as open as a pint pot, and full of creamy 
foam!



Chapter 8 : Palace Slavery

El Presidente read the report from his Intelligence Department of the orgy in 
the Cathedral. He was very angry! He kicked away the young man who was 
licking and sucking the Presidential cock standing free of the Presidential 
jodhpurs. Boys! Transvestites! Nuns! Buggery! And him not invited! Well, 
he'd show them. He'd have his bit of fun too.

'Get out. And send in Major Perez!' The young man put his cock back into his 
black satin panties and sashayed out of the room, his bottom wiggling sexily as 
he teetered on his red stiletto heels.

Perez was boss of the Presidential Guard, but more importantly the President's 
fixer in matters sexual. To put it crudely, he pimped for his master. A 
succession of young bodies, bought, borrowed, and more often stolen had to be 
supplied. His reward was a numbered bank account in Panama, power in the 
state, and the bodies of the boys and girls the President soon tired of. He loved 
the compliant perversity of these demoralised, but still succulent morsels! It 
was rumoured he was capable of necrophilia.

Donna called Liz to her salon. 'My dear. You were wonderful with the 
Cardinal. And what an occasion for our City!'

'I'm glad everyone was content. I loved it. Though my body is a bit worn this 
morning.' She laughed.

'Honourable wounds! Mine too. Several young men paid me the compliment 
of preferring my softer bum to the tight , hard bottoms of you younger girls 
and boys. But I'm afraid your life is about to change yet again. We'll be sorry 
to lose you, even for a bit, but you've been summoned to the Palace staff. 
There's nothing we can do. If El Presidente wants a boy or girl he sends Major 
Perez; it's just too dangerous to refuse. Now, don't cry! It's not the end of the 
world. He soon tires of a body and wants a new one, and then, of course, you'll 
come back here. Two or three weeks...'

                                            

In the stretch limo, with the rather handsome Major, this was confirmed. 'It's 
probably because he watched you with his son, and he keeps on looking at the 
video he made of you both. I expect he's jealous of the lad! For the most part 
you'll find he has boys, though he likes to dress them in drag, and the girls are 
just there to assist, and for sex shows with the boys. But he does like to lend 
his girls to his friends...correction. He has no friends. To other officials. And 
he likes to watch them fuck. He's harmless, really. Don't worry.'

Whether the Major was lying, or whether he really did not know it would be 
different this time...who knows? However, Liz was to find her stay in the 
Court more demanding and dangerous than this.

From the carriage she was led by two soldiers through various corridors: she 
tried to talk to them but they refused.

Finally Liz was half pushed through a heavy, leather-padded door. The room 
within was large and gloomy, and it took a moment or two before Liz could 
focus on anything except one picture with a spotlight on it. The realism was 
considerable...was it a huge photograph? It did little to calm her trepidation: a 
very beautiful young negress was chained, and was being whipped by a tall, 
incredibly muscular white woman. The artist had caught an expression of 
terror in the slave's eyes, and lust in her mistress'.

As her eyes became accustomed to the dim light she realised she was not 
alone. In the shadows reclined the figure of el Presidente; he was laying 
sprawled across what was either a large throne or a strange shaped bed. He 
was naked, as were the two young lads with him. 
 She couldn't see his cock as it was the subject of sucking by both mouths, but 
she could see their slim little cocks were erect. El Presidente had one arm 
around each bottom. Without a word, he removed his hand from one tender 
arse; the boy protested gently as the masturbating finger was removed. The 
President pulled a red silk bell-rope by his throne, and returned to fondling the 
velvet-soft bottom again.

The purpose of the bell became clear as the door behind her was opened. The 
spotlight moved to the door, and in its glare she perceived the two tall, slender 
girls, both brunettes, and both with the deep, dark tan that showed they were 
women of the people, rather than of the higher society. They were dressed in 
conventional, attractive, rather 'showgirl' underwear. One was in pristine, 
innocent white, matching panties and bra. Her tits were really too large for 
such a skimpy garment! The other girl was more showily dressed, in purple bra 
and black satin panties, trimmed with red, shiny satin. Her mane of auburn hair 
flowed down, even to the level of her pert bottom cheeks.

Liz watched while the girl in the white undies had her hands chained  together 
and the chain fixed to one of the many hooks and hoists.

Now it was Liz's turn. The other girl came over to her and half-pushed her to a 
dark corner. here liz suddenly felt handcuffs applied to her...it was too sudden 
to protest or struggle. The girl was skilled at this!

The spotlight moved to her, and under the gaze of El President her silk shirt 
was torn off her and discarded on the floor. She was naked beneath. Her 
handcuffed wrists were fastened to a bar and a chain suspended from the 
ceiling, which the girl then ratcheted
upwards till Liz's arms were tight stretched up over her head. She could see 
the girl, but was too dazzled by the spotlight to make out the President and his 
two bed-boys.

Her legs were parted and stretched wide. Golden chains were attached to her 
ankles and a black wooden rod to keep them apart. Looking down, she saw her 
ankles were also fixed to shiny metal rings set in the polished wooden floor. 
She could not move, not hands nor legs.

The President rose and came over to her. He stood close, naked and menacing. 
One of his boys had come over with him and was licking upwards at his 
bollocks as he stood there, feet 
apart, cock erect in front of him. He grasped the lad by his curly hair, and 
placed the lad's mouth over his cock. 'So this is the famous English Woman, 
the gringa Elizabeth. She who seduced my son, and insulted my family by 
refusing us the second of her two virginities. See!'

The spotlight moved back to the picture Liz had first seen. It parted in two to 
reveal a tv screen...and on the screen the video image of Liz sucking the young 
airman's cock, the President's son. Despite her predicament, Liz was excited 
by the images, and the memory of that first day. She wished she could reach 
her cunt to stroke it.

The spotlight moved back to her but the tv screen was even clearer in the 
darkness.

El Presidente tweaked a tit. 'I have no use for women except as an apperatif 
for the real thing...the clean, dry flesh of a young cock and arse.' He raised the 
lad to his feet and leaned over to kiss him. He whispered in his ear, but not so 
soft as Liz could not hear it. 'Would you like to strip her naked. Feel her tits 
and cunt?'

'Yes, please, uncle...'

Then cut her clothes from her.' Taking a long knife from an ornamental holder 
on the wall, he handed it to the boy, who felt under Liz black skirt. She 
shuddered as the cold steel touched her belly, but it was only to rip the 
waistband of her skirt, which fell to her ankles. The lad ripped it further and 
threw it away from them. He touched the steel blade to her left breast. 'No!' 
she implored. The boy giggled, and touched the steel to her right nipple. She 
winced with the cold, and with fear. But her nipples stood very erect!. She 
stood in her panties and sandals.

The boy stuck the knife in the floor and stood back to look. El Presidente 
laughed as the small, hard cock twitched, and he fingered it as he whispered, 
'Feel her firm tits, and then release them. Fondle her cunt lips and hidden 
arsehole, and render her naked.'

The lad reached up and squeezed her tits, lightly as if afraid of harming them, 
and then as his excitement rose, more roughly. One hand squeezing her breast, 
the other groped inside her panties, first penetrating cunt-lips, and then the 
cunt. Despite her danger, Liz felt strangely excited. The moist finger now 
entered her arse. He masturbated her bottom for several moments,  managing, 
too, to reach up and suck a breast. Presumably, he knew more about anal 
masturbation than clitoral or vaginal!

A drop of come appeared in the eye of the boy's penis, and, avidly the 
President licked at it with the tip of his tongue. He took the knife from the 
boy's hand, and with a slashing movement cut the crotch of her panties, and 
then the waistband. She stood naked.

'Too much cunthair,' he muttered. 'Pull it tight boy.' The lad took a pinch of 
blonde hair between finger and thumb, and pulled it taut. With his knife, the 
President cut the whole bunch off, and threw it down. 'Again' . Within five 
minutes, Liz's glory, her lovely honey-blonde pubic hair had been turned to a 
ragged mess!

El Presidente retired to his couch, bored with this sexual teasing, and the 
spotlight switched to show the other boy shagging the larger, naked man in the 
arse, while his friend sucked  his nice little cock. Still the President's great 
weapon was erect, and he didn't touch it, preferring to fondle the svelt olive 
bottom while his mouth was filled with young jissom, and then his arse. 
Refreshed by this, he lay back again and the boys, their cocks only half-hard 
now, resumed their play with his balls and prick.

'You will enjoy Toni. She's Brazilian, and has no Spanish. Still she knows 
what is required of her...Toni! Action!'

The dark-skinned girl approached Liz from behind, still out of sight to her, and 
fetched her a strong blow with a snappy whip across her plump buttocks. Liz 
cried out, only partly in pain, but mostly because of the surprise. She then felt 
the girl's firm, naked breasts against her back as the girl hugged her, pressing 
groin against buttock. Silence. Then another blow, another, another, and 
another. Liz was arching her back to get away from the stinging lashes.

Then the front. The girl took a nipple in her mouth and sucked. Then the other. 
The first again, but this time a bite. And the other, a real, painful bite.

The girl stood back and appreciatively squeezed her own breasts, hardening 
the brown-black nipples. Liz thought they were as good as her own! Her hand 
dropped to her crotch and she rubbed the shiny surface. Liz watched as with 
both hands the lovely Brazilian girl grasped the covering of her groin, and tore 
away the velcro holding the codpiece in place. Her tits swung with the gesture, 
as did the dark, hard cock that was revealed. This lovely girl was a transexual, 
beautiful female body and breasts and a lovely little penis.

Behind her again, and Liz steeled herself for another bottom-stinging 
whiplash. No! Instead a sudden pain in her bottom, as without preparation 
other than the brief manipulation of a quarter of an hour ago, and with no 
lubricant, the cock was shoved up into her. The blonde girl, still dressed fully 
in her glowing white undies had been released from her bondage. She took up 
the lash and whipped Liz, tits, belly and thighs. Each shove from behind, each 
crash of dark thighs against her white buttocks, brought an exactly-timed lash, 
up and down her taut, naked, and exposed body. The pain rose, and rose, but, 
but...Just as the pain seemed unbearable, a warm, sexual feeling began to 
permeate her. She was an object, a sex-object, for the pleasure of these strong 
and willful mistresses and masters. against her own volition she came, an 
orgasm so strong that she fainted.

When she came to she was no longer in the ceiling chains. She was lying on a 
leather couch, scarcely broader than her own body. Her wrists were strapped to 
the floor under the bench, and her legs were spread and hung up to the ceiling 
by ankle straps. Her bottom, cunt and anus protruded slightly from the end of 
the bench. The blonde was standing over her.

'Toni didn't come in your arse, whore. Silly Girl! So now it's my turn to 
amuse you. No, I'm not tv. I'm a girl. But I love fem girls, and above all, I'm a 
sadist. Let's start with some nipple rings...sting you up a bit. Pity you were 
never pierced...lovely and hard these tits. And the nipples. Like little clits!. 
Pierced? Well, perhaps later. But some clips, I think.' Clutching one full breast 
in her hand, she applied a silver clip, like a tiny hose-clip, over one long, pink 
nipple. She tightened the screw until Liz winced and cried out...then a bit 
more. The other breast got the same treatment, and the clips were linked to a 
fine chain. This was passed through a ring on the ceiling and fastened to a link 
on the bench. The chain was tight as a bowstring, and the lovely blonde 
tweaked it, making it resonate, and filling the nipples with a painful-
pleasureful sensation. Each time she did it, Liz gave her the satisfaction of 
screaming, but the pleasure from her tits was certainly transferring to her hard 
clit!

'Now the lovely cunt. Oh dear, what a mess the hair. Perhaps we'll shave that. 
Another day. You're still wet from your naughty come you had with Toni. You 
are talented...to come with a cock in your bottom and whipped tits, is very 
talented. A talented young slave-whore.' Another tweak, and the resonance 
passed down the chain, through the nipples and breasts, and, it seemed to Liz, 
down to her clitoris itself. 'My, look at this firm clit!' said the girl, as she 
parted the moist, plumped lips.

Liz could see the Brazilian tv sucking the President's toes!

By now she was reconciled to her stay in the Palace. If this was all there was to 
it, she thought, then the longer the better. She could grow to enjoy these 
bondage games. And she had noticed the blonde girl had gone from slave to 
dominatrix. So perhaps they'd let her have a go at whipping!

But she had reckoned without the perverse cruelty of el Presidente!

Leaving his two playthings playing together happily, the naked Presidente 
approached the couch again. He instructed Toni and the blonde to kneel, and 
the boys handcuffed the two, fixing the cuffs by short chains to rings on Liz's 
bench. Then the serious whipping started. First one boy lashed Toni across the 
bottom with a long cane, then the other lad the blonde. Then the President 
used a brutal horse-whip on the tender arse of our heroine. And so it went on, 
round and round. Whip, scream, whip, scream, whip, scream. This was way 
beyond pleasure for Liz now, and she was about to pass out when the 
whipping stopped. 

El Preidente roared...'Bring it in!' The doors were thrown open and a street 
urchin was propelled into the room, sprawling full length on the polished 
floor. The doors slammed behind. Like a fury, the gross President grasped the 
young boy by his shoulders and tore off the tattered khaki shorts. naked, the 
terrified lad was turned round, his back to the tyrant, who clutched him. He 
screamed as the great cock was rammed up his tiny arse. Worse. Worse! A 
great fist round the street arab's neck, he tightened his grip as his cock beat in 
and out. The lad struggled desperately, in vain.At the moment of the death 
throes, the little body racked by spasms, he pumped his spunk into the rectum.

Liz fainted in horror.

A noise woke her, and in the near total darkness she was released from her 
bondage. A voice she recognised said, 'Leave. Or he'll kill you. He's quite, 
quite mad. Go the way you came and wait in the Guardroom for me. No, no 
words...just go. Take this cloak.'

                      

It had of course been Antonio. And he drove the battered jeep in which they 
left Santa Maria. She would hardly have recognised him in his army 
camouflage, blacked face, and with the rifle over his shoulder as he drove. But 
it was him.

As the made their way along dusty roads, avoiding road blocks with subtle 
detours, he explained that, as well as being son of the President, he was also 
one of the guerrilleros...in fact he was the one known as Generalissimo. 'I find 
it useful to maintain the fiction of my loyalty to that bastard!' 

Twelve hard hours driving, ever higher into the mountains, and at last a road 
block that could be crossed. The burly soldiers saluted. 'Generalissimo'.

He introduced her to his second in command, a peasant girl called Concepcion, 
though Conchita to all her fellow freedom-fighters. 'You will want a 
shower...'

'You are very beautiful. Our men love blondes...as they are few among my 
people. I wish I were tall.'

'Nonsense! You're lovely. I think you Santa Marianas have such lovely skin, 
and hair. I love your thick, black hair.'

'Tour skin is as soft as mine!' Cheekily the darker girl held each breast, not 
squeezing, but gently supporting. 'Firm! But the skin is so soft.' Cheekily, she 
pressed her cheek to the blonde girl's breast, her olive skin against the pink 
English rose. But look at this. How did this happen?'

'Ah! That was  El Presidente with his knife,'

'Madre! Were you scared?'

'I was terrified. But Antonio rescued me.'

'He is a fine man. But we must shave this. It is not good hacked like this! And 
in this country it is better to be naked here, even if the hair is so lovely and soft 
and golden.' Laughing, she combed the ragged blonde remnants through her 
fingers. 'But, our shower. One thing there is no shortage of here is cold water!'   

Although she soaped her thoroughly all over, we must excuse Liz for 
concentrating on the pert, brown-nippled tits, weighing them in her hands, 
squeezing, pulling, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger. And then 
the bottom, round the buttocks, and penetrating the anus oh-so-gently with the 
tip of a finger. The girl squirmed with pleasure as the soapy hands moved to 
her cunt, soaping her cuntlips and the hard nub of her clit.  Now Liz kneeled 
and ran her hands up and down each leg, turn and turn about. She opened the 
cuntlips with both hands, and allowed the water to run down, removing some 
of the suds. Then she kissed it. And then her mouth full on the cunt, she 
tongued the clit. Conchita gasped, and made as if to sit down. As she sat, Liz 
kept her mouth fixed to the cunt, and went down with her, until the girl was 
laying on her belly, with Liz sucking and licking at her from underneath. 

This, she felt, was her reward for the sufferings with that pig of a President. 
She had enjoyed the Cardinal Archbishop, Benedict, and indeed all the other 
men. But...Antonio apart...there surely was nothing to compare with a hot, 
young, vigorous cunt. And the soft skin and firm flesh of a young girl. She 
held both thighs to steady the girl, as Conchita rode her face, dragging her 
whole cunt up and down Liz's face, using her nose, lips and tongue, all, to 
bring her orgasm.

Liz felt the girl approaching her delight, when suddenly, her own cunt was 
penetrated as she lay there!

Nothing to compare with the vigour of a fresh young cunt, except perhaps the 
pleasure of a hard cock, thrusting. Conchita had come, and Liz disengaged her 
mouth from the clit she had been enjoying. Kneeling in front of her was the 
dashing captain, Antonio, Generalissimo of the guerrillas. He was firmly into 
her, but she could see he wasn't altogether comfortable, and was finding it 
difficult to move his cock as much as she wanted him to.

'Antonio. How wonderful. Conchita and I were just getting to know each other 
a bit better!' All this in Spanish.

'I can see that. Claro!'

'Lay down, and we'll do the work for you!'

She couldn't resist a nibble at his cock, and Conchita had cradled his balls 
while running her hand up and down the shaft, sticky from his penetration of 
the blonde's cunt. He was splendidly muscular, without being heavy, and she 
caressed his thighs while her mouth sucked on his knob.

Liz realised he might well come under the stimulus of two very lovely girls 
fingering and kissing him, and that wouldn't do! No, not at all! So she, legs 
apart, lowered herself onto his cock. Conchita held her cunt lips open for the 
shaft to penetrate. Antonio could still scarcely move, but it was simple now for 
Liz to bounce up and down on the stiff prick, her hands on a bench and her 
feet on the floor. Conchita continued to finger her cunt lips, and gently licked 
the pink, hard nipple of the breast that was pressed against her cheek. Liz 
closed her eyes in ecstasy, but Conchita was soaking up the beauty of this girl. 
She had had many girls, but never a blue-eyed blonde, with milk-white tits and 
tiny, pink nipples. Her belly was so flat, and so white, compared with her own 
olive-brown skin.

 Liz was coming, and she pressed down onto the man's belly as hard as she 
could, gripping his cock, deeply in her, with her vaginal spasms. Conchita took 
a nipple into her mouth, and a fair portion of the breast, sucking and licking as 
the blonde panted out her orgasm. 

As she fell silent, Antonio raised her now-motionless body a few inches, and 
removed his cock. But only to place it against her anus, now slick with her 
own juices. He held her round her waist as the knob slipped in. She awoke 
from her trance with a tiny scream. He laughed, and let her fall onto him, so 
she was entirely impaled.

Now Conchita abandoned her preoccupation with Liz's tits, and licked her 
cunt, kneeling in front of the duo. She knew the girl would need some help to 
achieve pleasure from this anal invasion. But pleasure there was, and it was 
Liz who was making most of the movements that forced the cock in and out of 
her bottom, and at the same time raked her clit over the dark-haired girl's nose 
and face. She felt herself coming again, and screamed her pleasure. Conchita 
took her clit between her lips, and bit and sucked hard at it, while Antonio 
thrust hard in and out of her bottom. Her screams and panting rose, and her 
spasms communicated to both her lovers, bringing the man off. As she came, 
she felt the hot come pump into her rectum.

They collapsed in a heap.

Conchita it was who stirred first, and turned the shower on again.

As they soaped, Liz spoke. 'Antonio. Tonight you will sleep with Conchita 
and me. And it is only fair if you fuck her while I suck her.' She fingered the 
dark-girl's cunt. 'And before that, Conchita says she will shave me, and clear 
up this mess El Presidente left!

                              


The threesome must have combined several military virtues. Liz soon 
established herself as a strategist of some skill, while Conchita still controlled 
the logistics of the guerrilleros, and Antonio the field activities. Which is not 
to say that the two girls did not acquit themselves well in action.

Within six months, they had wrested control of the whole mountain province 
from the Government, including the main town. Elements of the Government 
army were coming over to the rebels, while the airforce, parts of which were 
loyal to Antonio, seemed unable, for some reason, either to locate or to 
suppress the rebel groups.

It was about six months after her escape, that the lover she shared with 
Conchita, was killed.

He had infiltrated the capital city of the neighbouring province, negotiating 
with the military to surrender it to him, when he was betrayed. It had seemed 
an ideal opportunity. A party of European dignitaries was visiting the town, 
apparantly for some big-game hunting and polo, and  a successful coup would 
have brought great international publicity for their cause.

Conchita and Liz were devastated , of course, but the messenger who brought 
them the dire news also brought them the agreement reached between their 
Generalissimo and the local military leader, before the betrayal. They marched 
immediately, and within three days the country's second city was in their 
hands, along with the visiting Europeans and the murderous Governor of the 
state.

                                         

'That was lovely!' Alex disengaged herself from Liz and Conchita. They had 
all come, almost simultaneously. 'I like it here. I think I'll stay on.'

'I do hope so! It was wonderful finding you again after so long.' Liz reinforced 
her words with a caress and a kiss. 'Darling Alex.'

'I can hardly believe that pig of a husband of mine could be so vicious. But I 
knew all along that you hadn't just done a flit!'

'Well his crimes have caught up with him now!'

'You're as beautiful as ever! '

'And you, Liz. And this lovely friend of yours.' She caressed and kissed 
Conchita.

'And your friend too!' Conchita returned her caress, passing her hand gently 
over the still open cunt. 'I do hope you can stay with us.'

'Judicial matters! The two criminals are waiting in the next room. Do you feel 
like punishing them?'

'Yes, Liz. I still like whipping and bondage. But, as you have seen over the 
last few days , I don't actually need them now, if you see what I mean.

                                    


The room was equipped for punishment. Two men were hanging from chains, 
their feet just touching the ground. The Governor (ex) was darker than his 
Royal Highness. The governor's  shorts had slipped down to his knees...or 
perhaps a servant had arranged it for the added pleasure of his mistress. The  
Crown Prince was naked.

Liz addressed them. 'You heard the court's verdict, and the sentence. First you 
are both to be soundly thrashed. In accordance with the custom of the 
revolution, the victims have the right, if they so wish, to administer the 
punishment. Conchita, it was your lover who was treacherously done to death 
by this man. Do you wish to punish him?'

Without words, it was clear she did, as she picked up one of the two horse-
whips.

'It was I who was subjected to attempted rape, and attempted murder by this 
criminal. But I forgo the right to punish initially, as your wife has had to suffer 
much more from your viciousness. Do you wish to thrash him for me,  
Princess Alexandra?'

'I should love to. But first I want to play with him a bit.'

'Feel free, darling.'

Despite his dire situation, the Crown Prince, who presumably had not had sex 
for the week or so since his capture, could not resist the mouth of his wife. As 
soon as he was erect, she laughed, and tied his cock and balls tightly with a 
black ribbon. The pain was excruciating, but the desired effect of making it 
impossible for his erection to subside, was achieved.

'There! I refuse to whip a man who is limp!'

Liz lay back and watched Alex whip her husband's arse, enjoying his 
humiliation as he screamed, wept and pleaded. Alex was enjoying this, and 
accused him of wailing like a schoolboy. Conchita was spanking her victim 
with an open hand, but she soon tired of this, and laid into him as well with the 
whip. He, too, wept and pleaded. The amusement went on for some twenty 
minutes, by which time both bottoms were  a mass of red weals, merging 
together, and the backs and thighs of the two men were criss-crossed with 
whip marks.
   
Liz had waited a long time to get revenge on the  Crown Prince, and added to 
her pleasure with the judicious use of a dildo. Indeed, she came twice with the 
vibration, and the stimulus of two beautiful, near-naked women, and two 
submissive sex-slaves, for that is what these two powerful men had become!

The two had come to a natural break...and it was also clear that both men had 
reached the end of their endurance. No longer screaming, but only a subdued 
sobbing. They were cowed. Just moments away from unconsciousness...and 
no-one wanted that. So Liz carefully switched off her vibrator, and put it on 
the chair as she got up. 'Jaime Hernandez. You have heard the verdict of the 
court. You are to be executed for the murder of our Generalissimo. Again, the 
victim's family have the right to apply this sentence if they so desire. Silence! 
Do you so desire?'

'Indeed. But in a way that Antonio would have liked! Help me place him on 
that couch.'

It was unnecessary to restrain the beaten and sobbing man, so weakened and 
humiliated was he by now. Conchita lay on top of the sobbing man, trying to 
rouse his penis by wriggling motions. In vain. She raised herself, and while 
Alex brushed his face with her lovely breasts, Liz sucked at his cock. And at 
last it rose...at least sufficiently for her to hold it upright while Conchita sank 
upon it.

'Now blindfold him.' Alex's panties and a length of ribbon served the 
purpose.

'Now pass me that, over there.' 'That' was a two foot length of piano wire 
with short wooded handles fixed at each end. A classical garrotte. Deeply 
impaled, she wriggled her hips while she passed the wire under his head. 
Blindfold, he knew nothing of this...only the warm cunt enfolding his cock, 
and her tits brushing against his chest as she began to buck up and down, 
fucking him. However, he lay motionless. One assumes he was just too 
exhausted to respond 

Minutes passed, and Alex and Liz watched as the girl brought herself closer 
and closer to orgasm. She was doing all the work. But as she started to come, 
she tightened the noose around his neck. He moved now! Bucking and 
heaving, he tried to break her hold on him, but to no avail. She was shagging 
harder and harder, and tightening the garrotte. As she did so his movements 
became more frenetic, adding to her passion. At last she came, and she cut off 
his air completely. The man died as she came, and as he died he pumped his 
jism into her.

The Prince watched this with horror. Liz and Alex felt horror too, but a strange 
excitement. This was a suitable death, Liz thought, for the murderer of her 
saviour and lover. 

Conchita climbed off, removed the panties-blindfold, and wiped her cunt 
before throwing them back on his face. She left the garrotte in place.

'And you, Prince!  What for you?'

'Please......'

'Silence! Help me get him down. I want him on his back!'

The Prince was only able to struggle very feebly, despite his fear and 
trepidation. Alex could not resist a few more blows to his chest and thighs as 
the two of them removed him from his bondage. She undid the black ribbon 
that had been constricting his prick, which seemed to have been frozen into a 
state of erection by the tourniquet.

Then over to a low table. He was laid out on it and his hands tied to the top of 
the table legs. Liz wound a thin, nylon cord around his cock and balls and 
secured that, too under the table.

'You, too , have heard the court's verdict. For my attempted murder you will 
have a life sentence...and it will be life. For attempted rape, the court has 
required your castration. Normally this would be achieved by chemical 
means...but in your case.' She took a knife and teased the end of his cock with 
it. 

'No! Not that!' He was sobbing again, and struggling in vain to free himself. 
Alex laughed, and tweaked his nipple several times.

'If you don't stay still, this knife could do you a mischief. No, I won't castrate 
you. But arrangements have been made to have these', she  poked his balls 
with a finger...balls that were swollen and reddened by the constriction .'And 
these,' she flicked at his cock, still half-erect, 'these and these removed by 
surgical intervention by a very fine surgeon. I want you to live. No accidents. 
Your life sentence must be a long one...'

'And we've given some thought to your imprisonment. After the removal of 
your prick and your bollocks, you will have a course of hormones. That should 
produce satisfactory 
breasts...but if not, then surgery again. Because, you are going to serve your 
sentence in a brothel, and the men will want something to hang onto while 
they bugger you. Over and over and over again, day after day, week after 
week, year after year. Buggered and buggered.' Her finger was pushing hard at 
his clenched anus.

'You couldn't. You wouldn't.'

A laugh for the response. The three girls walked out, leaving them, one dead, 
the other tied down.

                                                  

The story almost ends there. The revolution triumphed under the leadership of 
the three women, and the image of the three girls, standing in the jeep, their 
hair streaming behind them, nipples pert through the khaki silk shirts, their 
kalashnikovs raised as they entered the capital at the head of their army, this 
image became an icon. Especially of lesbians and women's libbers all over the 
world.

At the election, Conchita was elected President, and her first act was to 
commission a statue of the Generalissimo.

It was assumed His Royal Highness  Crown Prince Henry had perished in the 
fighting for the second city...no body was ever found. The return of Alex from 
the dead...and her heroic conduct as a freedom fighter made her an incredibly 
popular figure in her own land and beyond. Liz was given a new...but perfectly 
genuine...identity.

Two years later, Liz and Alex were summoned by Prince Arthur, now the heir 
to the throne.

'My mother wants me to take over. But she won't unless I take a wife. As you 
both know, I'm not only gay, I have a horror of women. Liz, would you help 
me? A marriage in name only...but all the honour and esteem that goes with 
being queen.'

And so Liz finally triumphed over the Palace.

And in a cheap brothel in Santiago, a mad woman insisted she was the rightful 
king Henry the Ninth of Anglia. Customers could quite see why she was kept 
chained for the most part, and given the most menial tasks. But she had nice 
tits, and although a malformation of her cunt made that route impossible she 
was quite capable of taking a cock up her arse. And since she was available 
free and gratis, that happened quite a lot.

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