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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
HONEY HAVEN
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Chapter Two
It was with some trepidation the next morning that I got dressed. I
was, after all, getting dressed only to get undressed again, quite soon. We
were due at the photographerÕs at nine. I put on a pair of white panties,
printed with tiny daisies, and felt awkward knowing that others would
soon be seeing me take them off. And not just my fellow females in the
cabana at the beach. Not today. Steve and Dave and Mark would be there.
Perhaps the photographer would even photograph me taking them off. That
thought sent a shiver up my spine. I still didnÕt know her name. I hoped
she would introduce herself to me before she asked me to strip for her.
I looked at my bed. A silver tray lay upon it. A maid had brought me
breakfast in bed. SheÕd said it was compliments of Heloise, that she was
trying ever harder to pamper us models. Unfortunately IÕd barely touched
my food. My bacon and eggs were pristine, a waste of two chicks and part
of a hog. My coffee was undrunk. It sat well-cooled now, in its china cup.
Beside the cup of coffee lay a barely-nibbled croissant. I was too nervous
to eat. Perhaps teddy, sitting next to my tray, would eat my breakfast for
me.
I put on a conservative white bra. Then I donned a blouse, which I
carefully buttoned up. It had long sleeves and a high collar. Finally I
zipped myself into a miniskirt and slipped on modestly high heels. I tied
my hair back in a ponytail and looked at myself in a mirror. Yes, I looked
great. Then I remembered I didnÕt have any birth control. IÕd never needed
it before. Would I need it today? I wasnÕt sure. Perhaps not. Perhaps we
would just be nude, and pretend. Yes, I told myself. She was a female
photographer, wasnÕt she? She wouldnÕt ask more than that.
Katrina and Angela met me in the hall. Katrina smiled, blushed a
little. Angela put a slim arm around my waist and tossed back her long
red hair.
ÒCome along, Lolita, you look terrific,Ó Angela said in her Russian-
accented voice. I felt like I was in the grip of a bear, despite her slim
figure. Yet I allowed her to walk me downstairs. There the men greeted
us. They looked as great as we did. They wore polo shirts, with slacks,
except Steve wore shorts. I couldnÕt help admiring his stocky, hairy legs
with my eyes. He saw my interest and grinned. I blushed. His eyes fell to
my breasts. I turned away, hoping to deny him a view of them. I gazed
about the large room we were standing in. I heard nothing but silence in
the house. I realized the house was empty of models, except for us. The
rest of them were already at the beach, working hard. Heloise appeared in
a doorway. She smiled at us. She didnÕt say anything. I flushed quite red,
realizing she knew where we were going.
I heard a car pull up outside.
ÒCome on,Ó Angela said. She reached for my hand and took it. I
resisted a little, then let her lead me outside. It was a bright, sunny day.
Yet IÕd be posing indoors. I felt a momentary relief at that. The sun was
already hot. Then I remembered IÕd be nude, in a bedroom, with three horny
guys, and felt a wave of intense embarrassment.
Our conversation in the car was pleasantly free of innuendo. YouÕd
think, with three expectant guys, weÕd be hearing sex jokes all the way.
At least, I would have thought so. But Steve and Dave and Mark were men,
not boys at Teddy Bear High. So instead they talked about soccer, or
pointed out sights to us girls. Angela had been to Italy before and she
pointed to a monument along the road as we passed it.
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó I asked.
ÒAn old road marker, left by the Romans,Ó she said.
ÒI want to see the Leaning Tower of Pizza,Ó I said. ÒDo you think we
could go there for lunch? I like Pizzas.Ó
Angela laughed.
ÒThatÕs Piza, dearest, not Pizza,Ó Angela said. ÒAnd no, they donÕt
serve Pizzas there. But IÕm sure Svetlana will feed us something.Ó
ÒWhoÕs that?Ó I asked.
ÒThe photographer, silly,Ó Katrina said. We three girls were sitting
in front and the men in back. I was wedged between both Katrina and
Angela, Angela next to the window and Katrina next to the driver.
ÒOh,Ó I said, looking down at my hands. ÒWell, I donÕt know
everything.Ó
ÒYou know enough to say ÔyesÕ when youÕre asked, and thatÕs all you
need to know,Ó Angela said pleasantly. She took my hand and squeezed it.
I looked up at her. I felt comforted by her touch. I had an odd wish for her
to keep holding my hand, right on through the rest of the day.
We pulled up in front of an old brownstone within the outskirts of
Vienna. The driver helped us girls out. The men got out themselves. Dave
walked to up to the door of the house and knocked on it. Large trees
shaded us as we waited for the door to be answered. Across the street
there was a park. I could hear children playing in it.
A maid answered the door. She was middle-aged. She wore a
traditional white apron and hat, plus a black pleated skirt. She bade us
enter. The men let us girls go first. Behind us, the car pulled away.
The house was well appointed inside, but we were given no time to
admire its furnishings. The maid escorted us up a long narrow staircase.
At the top there was a hall, and we were taken down it and through a
doorway. I found myself standing in a large, well-lit bedroom. The bed, to
my astonishment, had red satin sheets. Its headboard and baseboard were
made of dark, rich mahogany. Beside the bed, on a table, there was an
ancient china water pitcher. But I saw no glasses. Perhaps the pitcher
was for washing. Under the table that held the pitcher I saw a chamber
pot. I hoped it was empty.
ÒAh, you must be Katrina,Ó a female voice said to me. I turned, saw
a woman standing near a camera. She wore a loose skirt with a tight
bodice. It accented her breasts, which were of a considerable size.
Jewelry adorned her wrists, which were small, and a necklace gleamed
round her white, swan-like throat. She had long brown hair piled casually
atop her head. Beside her were two women assistants, more casually
dressed, one in a t-shirt and shorts and the other in jeans and a very light,
pullover sweater.
ÒNo, IÕm Cindy,Ó I said.
ÒFine,Ó the woman, whom I guessed was Svetlana, replied. ÒPlease
undress so we can do your makeup.Ó
I realized, suddenly, that more than my face would be made up today.
Every part of me would have to be examined and made perfect. After all,
nothing would be hidden from the camera. Feeling queasy in my stomach,
with the men and Angela and Katrina behind me now, and the photographer
and her crew before me, I began to unbutton my blouse.
There were sounds of undressing behind me. Svetlana used the time
to ask each of our names, which an assistant wrote down on a pad for her,
so sheÕd remember them. It took me a little while to undress and Katrina
actually finished before me. She headed over to the makeup person and sat
down in a canvas chair for her makeup.
I looked around. I nearly lost my ability to breathe when I saw the
men. At the beach, their cocks had been encased in swimsuits. I could
only see an outline of them. Now, however, in the bedroom, the men stood
naked and free of their clothes. From each of their loins a long, banana-
like cock stood erect, arching expectantly up in the air. Underneath a full
sack of sperm hung. I shivered. Angela took my hand.
ÒItÕs quite a sight, isnÕt it?Ó she teased me.
ÒI-- Yes, it is,Ó I said. Steve grinned at me. I blushed and turned
away.
ÒYouÕre next,Ó a female voice called out. We all turned. The girl in
the sweater and jeans was busy combing the tight curls of KatrinaÕs pubis,
but already she was motioning for Dave to present himself. He did,
walking grandly across the room with his big organ sticking out in front of
him. She took the comb from KatrinaÕs nest and began working it over
DaveÕs more luxuriant growth. Carefully she avoided touching his ramrod
hard cock.
ÒAh, what a fine member,Ó Svetlana said. She picked up a portable
camera and bent over DaveÕs loins and snapped a picture of him. Dave
grinned, loving the attention.
My turn came next. I was seated in the same chair that Katrina had
been in. The canvas seat felt warm from her bottom. The makeup person,
whose name was Dielle, powdered my face and my breasts. She touched up
my lipstick, did my eyelashes. She stenciled my eyelashes. She applied a
very light, pink coating of rouge to my nipples that matched their color.
The tips of my nipples, already excited, rose under her touch. I felt my
nest wetten. She was down there a moment later, carefully combing my
private curls.
ÒOh, youÕre wet already,Ó Dielle said. I blushed fiercely.
Svetlana told Dave and Katrina to get on the bed. ÒWeÕll start with
some natural poses first, then move on to more complicated work,Ó
Svetlana told them. I watched them both knee their way onto the bed. It
was a big, sumptous bed, perfect for lovers. Its red satin sheets glowed
under the studio lights. Unfortunately KatrinaÕs favorite of the three men
was Mark, not Dave. She turned and looked at Svetlana.
ÒCould I pose with Dave?Ó she asked.
ÒNo, darling,Ó Svetlana replied. ÒYouÕll all pose with each other
before the dayÕs through. DonÕt worry about it.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Katrina answered. She looked up at Dave. She was more
than a head shorter than he, for he was a full grown man, the oldest of the
three males. Her brown hair bobbed neatly about her shoulders. It had
been glossed to perfection by the makeup girlÕs hairbrush.
ÒPlease face each other. Lean in to each other, as if youÕre about to
kiss,Ó Svetlana ordered. ÒYes, good. DonÕt be afraid of him, dear. HeÕs
only a man,Ó she told Katrina.
ÒIÕm not afraid of him. ItÕs just that heÕs so big,Ó Katrina said. She
looked at DaveÕs large penis and, after a moment, placed her finger upon
its crown. She tried to push him back from her.
ÒDarling, in the old days we were not allowed to show penises, and
mission number one would have been to jerk all the men off, in hopes of
hiding their equipment from the camera,Ó Svetlana said. ÒBut things are
different now. Enjoy his penis. Let it press up against your belly. DonÕt
be bothered by it, for heavenÕs sake. You do like boys, donÕt you?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Katrina admitted. She let Dave enclasp her waist and draw
her close to his hairy body. She flinched, feeling his cock press up hard
against her. I saw a flash, heard a click.
ÒKiss,Ó Svetlana commanded. Dave lifted KatrinaÕs chin. She closed
her eyes. He pecked a kiss on her lips. She opened her lips a little and let
him kiss them again. Suddenly, their mouths meshed. More flashes, more
clicks. Angela gave a small, polite clap for their performance.
ÒNow you,Ó Svetlana told me. ÒUp on the bed.Ó Dave and Katrina
were still deeply engaged in a kiss.
ÒHuh?Ó I said. ÒThereÕs already two of them there.Ó
ÒWeÕre not confining ourselves to conservative shots, dear,Ó
Svetlana said. ÒDo you think this is the 1890Õs? Get up on the bed with
them.Ó
I rose from the comfort of my canvas chair. Katrina was still
kissing Dave, so I cast an anxious glance at Angela. But she was no help at
all. She merely smiled, nodded. I guess she approved of me playing with
her boyfriend. Suddenly I wondered if I should ask for birth control. After
all, Dave wasnÕt wearing a condom. And couldnÕt, either, for the point of
photographing him in the buff was to be able to to snap pictures of, among
other things, his cock. But I felt guilty, asking, for it would mean we
were to have sex. I still hoped we wouldnÕt actually do it. So I kept quiet.
I felt my breasts bobbing nakedly on my chest as I crossed the room.
Dielle had slipped heels on my feet. They made me taller, elevating my
bottom. I could feel it rolling with an alluring sway behind me. All could
be seen, even the crease between my cheeks. Absently I put my hands
behind me, to hide myself.
ÒNo! Show your bottom,Ó Svetlana barked. My hands flitted away. I
saw a flash behind me, heard a click. I felt my tummy swimming with
butterflies and was glad I hadnÕt filled it with a breakfast it couldnÕt have
kept down. I patted my belly, trying to quell my nervousness. It was flat,
smooth, even a little withdrawn. I had an innie navel. I explored it briefly
with my finger.
I drew close to the bed. My knees banged against the side of it.
Dave, kneeling up upon the bed, turned to me. Gallantly he passed an arm
behind my back. I felt frail, captured by his big hairy arm. Katrina
reached down from her perch on the bed. Bending a little, she freely
clasped the nearest cheek of my bottom. I flinched. I felt her hand
exploring my bottom and lifted a hand to her face to try to push her away.
I tried drawing back from them. DaveÕs arm kept me close. I pushed at
KatrinaÕs face with my hand. She opened her lips. One of my fingers
stabbed into her mouth and, closing her eyes, she sucked gently upon it.
Flash. click.
I was undone. I was frozen forever on film, in a pose not entirely
becoming to my virginity. Whose eyes would see me when the pictures
were developed? I tried not to think about it.
I couldnÕt free myself. DaveÕs big arm prevented me from drawing
back from the bed. Katrina, handling my bottom, had me captured by one
finger. I relented. I let Dave pull me up between them, onto the bedÕs
satin sheets. My finger slipped from KatrinaÕs mouth. She smiled at me.
She pecked a kiss onto the side of my face. Then, more rudely, still
palming my seat, her hand sought between the cheeks of my bottom.
How erotic we must have looked! Our tan lines showed, where weÕd
worn our swimsuits at the beach, but we were free of them now,
displaying the complete nudity of our bodies to whomever might purchase
our photos. We kissed, all three of us, nuzzling each otherÕs lips. To get
revenge on Katrina, I placed a hand on her bottom, though I wasnÕt so
indiscreet as to wedge my fingertips between her bottomhalves.
The flashbulbs flashed repeatedly. I heard the click of the camera.
We parted, slowly, unsure what to do next. We remained kneeling on
the bed. I gave a quick lick across DaveÕs hairy chest, then pulled back.
Katrina kissed him again, on the chin, too short to kiss his lips unless he
bent his face down to her. Dave looked over at Svetlana for direction. He
was hard, pulsing. Katrina and I looked at his big organ and imagined he
must be ready to spend. Oh, too soon! DonÕt let him! I heard myself cry,
inside my head. Katrina must have thought the same thing for we both
laughed, suddenly, looking at his big manhood. Our breasts shook,
attracting his eyes back to us. Suddenly, perhaps impulsively, perhaps at
a signal from Svetlana, he lifted a hand between each of our legs. We
were kneeling with our legs immodestly open, not even really aware of it,
until SteveÕs big hand slid up to the apex of our thighs.
ÒOh!Ó I gasped. With a single finger Dave began sliding his hand back
and forth against the lips of my pussy. His finger was stiff. I was soft
and open against him. Too open. I drew my legs together but heard
Svetlana order me to keep them apart.
ÒAh!Ó Katrina protested. Dave had one finger underneath her as well,
sliding it back and forth under her lips. I felt myself wetten upon his
digit. I looked down at his hand, heard Katrina murmur something beside
me.
We reached for his cock. He did not mind us handling it. Our fingers
were small upon his big member. I could feel it throbbing in my grasp.
Would he spend? I didnÕt know. He kept up the fingering of our nests. I let
my head fling back. I breahted a fevered sigh. Beside me, Katrina did the
same. More flashes, more camera clicks.
ÒVery good,Ó I heard Svetlana say somewhere behind me.
ÒSpontaneous, without being disobedient to my direction. I think weÕll get
along swimmingly. Come down off the bed, you three love birds. What do
you think youÕre doing this for, pleasure?Ó
Reluctantly Dave withdrew his hands. I felt deprived with him gone
from between my legs. I wanted him back. I tugged on his dick. Angela
appeared. She disengaged Katrina and I from her loverÕs penis.
ÒThatÕs enough, girls,Ó Angela said. ÒWait for your next pose now.
Would you like some refreshments?Ó
ÒI want--Ó Katrina said dizzily. I knew what she wanted. The same
as I. To continue in our wicked games. But we were models, not lovers.
With a somewhat palsied movement I slipped down from the bed. How
strange, to leave it just when we were all so ready! I blushed. A camera
caught my blush, my wobbly knees, my aimlessly flitting hands, wishing to
grab onto something that was not mine. Behind me Dave helped Katrina
down from the bed. His cock jutted at my seat. It stood up rigid beside
Katrina, pointing at the ceiling. She reached for him. Angela slapped her
hand away.
Steven and Mark, I saw, through my passion-bleared vision, were
still both hard and erect. Steven was sitting in the makeup chair, getting
his pubic hair combed. Mark was standing beside him. The assistant in
shorts and a t-shirt, whose name I still didnÕt know, was handing him a
glass. It contained ice water. ÒDrink it down,Ó she said to him, smiling.
ÒSvetlana will want some photos of your gorgeous cock peeing it out.Ó
Mark nodded, smiled. He drank down the glass. The assistant had set
up a big pitcher of ice water on a folding table. It wasnÕt the one by the
bed, which I guessed was for washing, but another, fetched perhaps from
the downstairs kitchen while we were on the bed kissing.
ÒYou too, hun,Ó the assistant said to Dave as he approached her.
ÒCan I have a drink?Ó Katrina asked.
ÒOnly if you donÕt mind having pictures taken of yourself peeing,Ó
the assistant replied. She smiled. She poured Katrina a glass. I asked for
one too.
Six females and three males. In one bedroom. We made quite a
group. Three of the females were clothed, not models, but their features
were not displeasing. I saw my favorite of the men, Steven, gazing
appreciatively at the rondeur of the pink sweatered makeup girlÕs bosoms
as she bent over him to dust a light powder onto his cock.
ÒWhatÕs that for?Ó Steven asked.
ÒIt will make you horny as hell,Ó the petite makeup girl told him
frankly.
ÒI already am,Ó Steve replied. He nuzzled the curve of her sweatered
bosom as she stood. She ignored him.
ÒItÕs talcum powder mixed with a small dose of chili powder,Ó Dielle
said. ÒYou may be horny, but not like youÕll be in a minute. YouÕll have a
desperate need to rub yourself, but youÕll be prevented from doing it. The
photos should be breathtaking.Ó
ÒMen, letÕs get you both handcuffed to the bed,Ó Svetlana said.
ÒSteven? Mark? Over here, boys.Ó
ÒAch. I can feel it already,Ó Steven announced.
ÒYou shouldnÕt powder their penises until IÕve got them cuffed,Ó
Svetlana told Dielle.
ÒOh, IÕm sorry,Ó Dielle replied. ÒI didnÕt know.Ó I realized she must
be new to erotic photography makeup.
ÒOver here, boys,Ó Svetlana said. She pointed to the foot of the bed,
where two towering mahagony bedposts stood. ÒConstance, get the cuffs,Ó
she said to the girl in shorts and a t-shirt.
I watched as Constance went to a wooden dresser next to the bed.
She opened a drawer and took out two pairs of metal police handcuffs. She
walked to the foot of the bed, where she stood expectantly, waiting for
the men. Her hair was drawn into twin, efficient pigtails. I saw she wore
no bra. Her nipples rose into her shirt as she watched the men approach.
ÒUh, my dick is feeling hot,Ó Steve complained.
ÒPut your back to the post, please. Wrists behind you,Ó Constance
told him. Steve obeyed. He gave me a quick glance from across the room.
I frowned. Now he liked me, and sought me out, though a moment ago he
only had eyes for the pink-sweatered makeup girl. I felt a bit of
vengeance in me. I watched with satisfaction as he was cuffed to the
bedpost. It looked very strong. There were marks on it, as if other young
men had been cuffed there before him.
Constance moved quickly to Mark. Dielle crossed the room with her
makeup kit, in order to powder his dick. Svetlana adjusted her camera to
capture the scene that was about to unfold.
Without realizing it, I began frigging myself.
ÒDonÕt,Ó Angela said. She slapped my wrist. I drew my hand from
between my legs. She moved to Katrina, who was dipping a finger in her
water glass and rubbing it across her slit, trying to cool herself.
ÒDonÕt masturbate,Ó Angela said. She clasped KatrinaÕs small wrist
and pulled her finger from her dell.
ÒIÕm only trying to chill out a little,Ó Katrina replied.
ÒI know,Ó Angela said. ÒGo to the dresser and fetch a pair of
handcuffs for yourself and Cindy. IÕll help you stay good by cuffing your
hands behind you where they canÕt get you in trouble.Ó
ÒOhhh, I donÕt want to,Ó Katrina said. But, tossing her long shoulder-
length locks back from her face, she crossed the room. She opened the
dresser and poked around. ÒThere sure are a lot of condoms in here!Ó she
announced.
ÒI do a lot of sexual photography here,Ó Svetlana told her, aiming her
camera at the men. ÒWeÕll use those later.Ó Katrina sighed. She drew a
pair of handcuffs out of the drawer. Then another, for me.
ÒI donÕt want any cuffs,Ó I told Angela.
ÒAnd I donÕt want you cumming before your time,Ó Angela replied.
ÒThough you might do it as often as you please, itÕs important to keep you
tense for the early photos. It makes them sexier.Ó
ÒHave you done this before?Ó I asked her.
ÒNo, dear. Of course not,Ó Angela replied. ÒThis is just a lark.
WeÕre really professional models, you know. Not erotic ones. But I talked
with Svetlana about it a lot on the phone. HereÕs the cuffs. Thank you,
Katrina. Turn around, Cindy. DonÕt make it difficult for me.Ó
I turned. I showed her my bottom. I put my wrists behind me,
presenting them to her. In the distance I heard Steven (or was it Mark?)
groan with pent-up emotion. I wondered how much difference there was
between us, and them. They had big pricks and we had holes instead, but
we both seemed to need each other quite badly at the moment.
I felt the steel of the handcuffs press against my wrists. They
snapped shut. First one, then the other. Angela breathed on my neck. She
bent, licked my ear, as if to reinforce my new subservience to her. I could
do nothing but flinch. I felt my teats quivering before me, all stiff and
hard, heavy for my age. ÒStand with your legs open,Ó Angela told me. ÒYou
have only a small slit. Do not hide it from the menÕs view by pressing your
thighs closed. Let them see it at least, though they cannot touch you.Ó
I obeyed. Somehow, dispite my misgivings, I liked obeying. I had
only to do as she told me. She would handle the rest.
Angela turned me, so I faced directly at the men. She reminded me
to part my thighs. Then she moved to Katrina. My friend was as
submissive as I. DaveÕs hands between our legs had made us exquisitely
feminine. Now he stood near us, drinking, so he could pee in SvetlanaÕs
photographs. I glanced at him. He smiled.
ÒGive me a drink,Ó I said. He approached, put his glass to my lips. I
drank greedily at the water, wanting what he offered lower down instead,
but accepting the water in lieu of it.
ÒHave you ever been whipped?Ó Dave asked me. My eyes bulged. I
spluttered in his glass. He withdrew it. Water dribbled from my lips
down my chin. It fell in droplets onto my breasts. They were promient,
sticking out in front of me like twin shapely gourds, forced forward by my
posture in the cuffs.
ÒNo,Ó I told him, wide-eyed.
ÒPerhaps we can convince Svetlana to take some photos of it, then,Ó
he smiled.
ÒI donÕt want to be,Ó I told him frankly. He pressed a finger to my
belly. He touched my navel hole.
ÒNo girl wants to be, especially her first time,Ó Steve assured me.
ÒBut there is a certain pleasure in it, youÕll find, being all hot-bottomed,
wiggling your ass.Ó
ÒBut who would do it?Ó I asked.
ÒPerhaps me,Ó Dave replied. His fingers played lower across my
belly and grazed the top of my pubic thatch. I wondered at my being bound,
if he was going to frig me instead. ÒDonÕt worry, IÕve done it before,Ó he
told me. ÒI know how to apply the strokes properly. Especially on a
newbie.Ó
ÒYouÕve whipped other girls?Ó I asked.
ÒA few,Ó he said. I didnÕt know if he was lying or telling the truth.
About the number, that is. About his experience, I had no doubt. He was at
least twice my age. He fondled my nest and let his fingers wander
dangerously close to my slit.
ÒAre you going to do it then, for her?Ó Angela scolded Dave. He
didnÕt catch her meaning.
ÒIf Svetlana lets me,Ó he answered. He looked up from gazing at my
pussy. ÒOh, you mean frig her. Perhaps I will, hmmm? Just a little.Ó
ÒEh!Ó I gasped suddenly. It was an immodest cry, to be sure, belted
straight up from my tummy, but I couldnÕt help it. Dave had just stuck his
finger into my snatch. Not far, just knuckle deep, but it was the first ever
to enter me. Casually his thumb searched in the folds of my labial lips for
my clit.
ÒDonÕt!Ó I implored him. I gazed beseechingly in his eyes. I searched
for what, I wasnÕt sure. ÒIÕm a virgin.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Dave asked. He sounded like a man whoÕd been shot.
ÒAh, I knew it,Ó Angela said. ÒNow all three of them will want her.
So much for eroticism. SheÕs never even been opened!Ó She turned from
me, from Dave. For his part, Dave suddenly became much more attentive.
ÒReally?Ó he asked. He made me gasp, and lurch forward, as he
intruded deeper in me, searching with his finger.
ÒDonÕt!Ó I pleaded. ÒYou wonÕt find anything. I lost it on a horse.Ó
He entered me more, more, jamming his finger up inside me. But
with his other hand he stroked my long blonde hair. My ponytail swished
across my back and fell off it, dangling below my face.
ÒNo, I feel something,Ó Dave told me. ÒYour hymenÕs torn, but not
gone.Ó I felt his big finger in me and tried clamping my thighs, but he
easily took hold of one of my legs and pulled them apart. I was just a girl,
just 14, no match for him. ÒYouÕll need to have this removed,Ó Dave told
me. ÒNot a problem, really. IÕm amply equipped to take it from you.Ó
Bending under his searching, intruding finger, I gazed at his penis. It was
big, hard. Clear fluid dripped languidly from its tip.
ÒWill we have some honeymoon photos today then, hmmm?Ó I heard
Svetlana say. Angela was telling her about my Ôproblem.Õ
Dave used my resistance to his advantage. He bent me further. He
reached behind me. He palmed my ass. ÒHow about your bottom?Ó he
asked, feeling my cheeks. ÒHave you been giving it away in back, to save
yourself in front?Ó
ÒNoooo,Ó I bleated. I felt his hand part my cheeks and a finger probe
against the rubbery ring of my anus. ÒIÕm virgin ALL OVER!Ó I shouted, but
it was too late. HeÕd already stabbed at me. My ring gave way and I felt
his finger within my puckered hole, up to the first knuckle.
ÒGod, youÕre tight. Quit squeezing your ass. I told you to keep
yourself open, girl!Ó Dave reproved me. I heard a whip crack in the
distance. I gasped, thinking somehow it was me, but then realized it was
one of the boys. Mark? Steven? I couldnÕt tell. I didnÕt know that much
about them, yet. But it wasnÕt Dave, for he kept me bent over, a finger up
my twat and another exploring my asshole.
ÒDo you want her, hmmm, boys? My, how you struggle against those
posts! Keep jabbing at me with your cocks, yes! How helpless you look.
Thrust at the camera, boys!Ó I heard Svetlana say. ÒDonÕt worry about
Angela and her penis whip.Ó
CRACK! Again the whip. Again a scream, but it wasnÕt me. It was
one of the poor boys, chili powder burning his dick and a whip cracking
across it to make it hurt even worse. I hoped Angela wasnÕt being too hard
on them. They had fine penises, and I was soft on Steven. But at the
moment, bent over by Dave, I couldnÕt do anything but listen. I wriggled
against my captor. Dave laughed. He drew his finger from my ass and
pulled out of my twat.
ÒThere, stand up,Ó Dave said. ÒA virgin, by God! In all your private
places and with an unwhipped bottom, too! IÕm going to have fun with
you!Ó
I shivered in his grasp. I didnÕt think I wanted any part of his fun.
But he jabbed at my belly with his penis, smearing his pre-cum across my
smooth, tanned flesh, as if it were his right to. His absolute right. Well,
he was the biggest and the oldest male in the room. But I was the littlest
female. Surely he had no right to claim dibs on me. I was too young for
him!
ÒAh, Dave,Ó Svetlana said. She left her camera and walked across
the room. Her step was light, yet confident. She placed a hand upon his
bare back. It glided lower, it palmed his manly seat in open admiration.
Then, suddenly, her tanned palm gripped one of his small white buns. With
the bulging fullness of his asscheek pillowing in her hand, she forcibly
turned him. He was a large man, and she was smaller, and frail of figure,
yet her grip was sufficient to get his attention and to force him to obey.
ÒUgh, what do you want?Ó Dave asked irritably as he was brought
about to face Svetlana. She paused. His penis jutted at her. Her hand had
slipped from his seat and now she passed an admiring fingertip along the
big veined length of his shaft. I shivered, watching. My dell was safe for
the moment, though it felt wet between my legs. His attention, though
unwanted, had caused it to honey itself. I wondered whose side my body
was on.
ÒDave, you are here to work, not to play,Ó Svetlana told my attacker.
Possessively she clasped his organ, right behind the bulbing cockhead,
where the penis briefly narrows. She ringed the area with her thumb and
forefinger, not able to completely close upon it, he was so big, but taking
possession of him all the same. Then she looked over her shoulder at
Steve and Mark, suffering under AngelÕs lashing whip. ÒI think IÕm finished
with them,Ó she said to Angel. She tossed her head. Her pinned up hair had
lost several strands. They dangled down in her face. Failing to get them
out of her eyes with her headÕs movement, she reluctantly lifted a hand
and brushed them back behind her ears with her fingers. ÒPlease jerk
them off, so they wonÕt be desperate and uncontrollable when you undo
their handcuffs. Then you may unlock them and dismiss them.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Steven, my favorite, blurted. He had endured the chili
powder, and the penis whip, only, it seemed, to be summarily sent home.
Mark looked equally vexed.
ÒOh, did you boys think you came here for free sex?Ó Svetlana asked.
As she spoke, she stroked DaveÕs big penis with her fingertip, as if to
soothe him and keep him obedient. He was, after all, not cuffed, as Dave
and Mark were. With her other hand she ringed his cock. Her thumb and
forefinger, holding him, had the appearance of some sort of erotic leash.
Miraculously, Dave stood still, soothed and held, though heÕd been about to
rape me just minutes earlier. ÒNo, boys, sorry. I call the shots here.Ó She
laughed, for indeed she did, both photographically and otherwise.
ÒConstance, man the camera,Ó she told the young woman with the pigtails.
ÒI want to record their agony as theyÕre forced to spend.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Mark yelled. He was almost apoplectic now. He strained at
his bonds. His beautiful chest muscles bulged, showing themselves in
straining detail, yet the police handcuffs held.
ÒDarling, itÕs *erotic* photography, remember?Ó Svetlana said.
ÒThis is all about peopleÕs sexual organs, and how they respond under the
stress of erotic play. You act as if AngelaÕs going to dismember you.
Semen must be jettisoned every few days by the male. You know that.
Surrender your seed to her and quit complaining. YouÕre like a Doritos
factory, arenÕt you? YouÕll make more. IÕm quite sure of it.Ó
ÒYes, but--Ó Mark stammered.
ÒThatÕs what I wish to capture, dear,Ó Svetlana told him, still
pleasantly stroking DaveÕs penis, keeping him tense but (at least partly)
satisfied. ÒI donÕt do bullshit erotic photography, sorry. I want to see you
frustrated, tense, and yes, remorseful as your sperm is forced from your
body. Then itÕs home for you, while these girls remain here, in my house,
wet and hungry for your love.Ó She laughed. Her breasts shook with her
laughter. ÒHow pretty theyÕll look, so sweetly desperate for male
attention, but with none but Dave here to service them, and only if I let
him.Ó
I squirmed in my bonds. I did not like the thought of myself being
seen in such a state. Made up, my hair perfect, yet shivering with sinful
desire! Katrina walked away. Svetlana looked over her shoulder, watched
as the girl walked, with firm, defiant steps, toward the bedroom door. Her
white bottom wiggled behind her. It looked like a rabbitÕs tail, perched
between her tanned back and legs. I glanced at Angela. She still held the
penis whip in her hand. It looked small but hurtful. I wondered if it might
not be used on our bottoms, and stayed standing where I was.
ÒKatrina, dear. Where are you going?Ó Svetlana asked. Her voice
was soft, melodious. But it had a note of motherly displeasure in it.
ÒIÕm leaving!Ó Katrina said. She didnÕt bother to turn around. She
spoke to the bedroom door, which she was now facing. It was closed. She
looked at it, wriggled her arms. They were cuffed behind her and she had
no way of opening it without the use of her hands. Or so I thought.
Suddenly, Katrina dropped to her knees. I heard her bare knees strike the
wooden floor. I saw her wince. She wore high heels and had not realized
that, in kneeling, sheÕd wind up making an uncontrolled drop to the floor.
She recovered herself and, nude as a jaybird, she put her mouth to the
round handle of the door. She gripped the handle with her teeth and tried
to turn it.
Svetlana turned and looked at Constance. The pigtailed girl nodded.
She ran to the door. I thought her purpose was to stop Katrina but, then, I
saw she was carrying a camera. She lifted it to her face and aimed it
down at Katrina, standing over the girl. Katrina, turning the knob, looked
up at the camera.
FLASH! click. Poor Katrina! Constance had captured her on film,
pathetically trying to open a door with her mouth. I knew many males
would rejoice at that picture. A handcuffed girl, trying to escape her fate.
Katrina did not give up. She gripped the doorknob more tightly with
her teeth. It was big in her mouth, making her jaws split wide. It was
made of brass and, being well polished, was slippery. The saliva from her
mouth made it still more difficult to grasp. Constance clicked off photo
after photo of her. I felt sorry for Katrina, her bare breasts, the tips
risen, wiggling helplessly as she tried to escape. Now and then she strove
against her handcuffs, moving her arms fruitlessly. The big metal
handcuffs clung implacably to her wrists. Her bare ribs stood out below
her breasts as she drew in her breath, fighting against the door handle.
Her bare legs tensed. Her bottom bulbed behind her, an invitation to the
whip, should Svetlana command that it be used upon her. We all watched,
mesmerized. There was a certain pathetic sensuousness it KatrinaÕs
plight. I prayed sheÕd get the door open, somehow, and planned to run
through the open door the minute her sacrifice paid off. I bit my lip,
watching. How foolish it was for she and I to come here! We had been
young and frivolous, playing with fire, and now we were burning. That it
was between our legs that we burned most of all was, I guess, due
punishment for us, that we deserved. I bent my knees, then straightened
my legs, then bent my knees again. I felt empty up between my legs, in my
dell. I wanted, yet I planned to run the minute Katrina succeeded.
A tear ran down KatrinaÕs face. She was losing the battle and she
knew it. She had done nothing but provide more photos for wicked men and
horny boys. She released the doorknob from her mouth. A sigh escaped her
lips. They were wet with her own saliva. It gleamed on the doorknob too,
where sheÕd slobbered upon it. She bent her knees, as I was doing, as if
feeling the same need as I felt. She straightened her legs, bent them
again. ÒOh!Ó she cried. The camera clicked again, capturing her arousal.
Svetlana tossed back her head and laughed. ÒSuch excellent photos!Ó
she said. ÒAnd the day is still young, with the night not even begun!Ó
ÒBoys, IÕm going to put a cocktail glass down at your feet,Ó Angela
instructed Steve and Mark. I turned to them. I watched her kneel. Her
breasts hung sweetly, their tips ripe and tremulous, jiggling with the free
movement of her naked bosoms. Her belly was flat, dimpled by her navel.
Her cunt showed raw between her legs as she bent, a red wet gash. There
was a clink as first one glass, then the other, was placed upon the
bedroomÕs wooden floor.
ÒTo Hell with that. I have to go to the bathroom!Ó Mark declared. A
jet of pee sprouted from the tip of his hard penis and went arcing down to
the glass. He hit the rim, splattering pee in wide spashing drops all about
the missed receptacle.
ÒHey!Ó Angela cried. She drew back. Some of MarkÕs pee, hitting the
side of the glass, had splashed on her. Steven, meanwhile, began peeing
too. He hit the bottom of the glass exactly, a perfect gentleman, but the
force of his falling urine was so strong that it splashed right out of the
glass. Both boys were making a mess, creating puddles on the floor.
ÒDielle! Quickly!Ó Svetlana cried. I thought her intent was to
somehow stop the boys. Indeed, Angela, hearing her, reached up and
grabbed MarkÕs big prick. She squeezed it, trying to cut off the flow of his
pee. She may as well have tried to stop up a broken fire hydrant with her
finger.
ÒOh, my! Stop! Stop!Ó Angela yelled at Mark, kneeling below him,
looking up at him and his big penis beseechingly. Yet Svetlana had not
cried out to Dielle to stop the boys from peeing. She was much too wicked
for that. Instead, she wanted their lewd act photographed!
And it was. Dielle manned the camera that stood on the tripod. She
clicked off shot after shot. Each was accompanied by a bright flash that
caught both the boys and poor Angela, trapped between their peeing dicks.
Drops of MarkÕs urine speckled her hand, her wrist, her arm, even her belly
and breasts. At last the boysÕ flow slowed. Both glasses were full with
big puddles underneath them. Mark had finally found the center of his
glass. Little good it did, of course. His bladder, as well as SteveÕs had
held much more than any single glass could.
ÒWell, are you happy now?Ó Angela glowered at Mark. She released
his penis. It still stood out from his body, big as a banana and hard as
well-wrought iron.
ÒNo,Ó Mark answered truthfully, for his testicles still brimmed with
sperm. Yet he did not want it wasted, spilled upon the floor as his pee had
been.
ÒCall the maid,Ó Svetlana told Dielle. The girl let go of the mounted
camera and walked gracefully to a pile of photographic equipment upon the
floor. She bent, and I saw her pick up a cell phone. She tapped in a number
and held the phone to her ear.
ÒHilda? Would you please come up? Two of the boys have peed on
the floor. Yes. Right away, please,Ó Dielle said casually into the phone, as
if reporting a little accident by a baby (two, in fact!) to its nursemaid.
ÒAngela,Ó Svetlana said. ÒIf you go to the dresser youÕll find foley
catheters in the bottom drawer. Do you think you could manage to
catheterize the boys for me?Ó Angela stood. She brushed back her long
red hair.
ÒI guess so,Ó Angela answered. ÒI took a course in nursing once.Ó
ÒGood,Ó Svetlana said. ÒItÕs not too difficult. And you look so
beautiful, in the nude. IÕd like for you to do it.Ó
ÒWhy in GodÕs name do you want us catheterized?Ó Mark asked
angrily. Yet I sensed arousal in his voice, as if the thought of having his
penis run through with a catheter, fucked by it really, tempted him against
his will.
ÒSo you wonÕt make a new mess on the floor with your sperm,Ó
Svetlana told him. Angela, meanwhile, picked up first one cocktail glass,
then the other. She made a face. The urine that brimmed in each glass
threatened to overspill the glassesÕ rims and wet her hands.
ÒWhat should I do with these?Ó Angela asked.
ÒYou could drink them,Ó Svetlana said.
ÒNot on your life!Ó Angela answered, a little shocked.
ÒThen water the plant with them,Ó Svetlana said. ÒOver there.Ó She
nodded to the big potted vine at the back of the bedroom.
ÒWonÕt it kill them?Ó Angela said.
ÒBoys water plants all the time, IÕm afraid,Ó Svetlana told her.
ÒJust dump it in. The soil will absorb it and the plant will draw on the
moisture and the nutrients.Ó
ÒDoes pee have nutrients in it?Ó Angela asked, still holding the
brimming glasses. Above them her bosoms hung fresh and ripe, her nipples
fully sprouted, as if already watered by the glassesÕ contents.
Svetlana laughed. ÒI have no idea, dear. Just get rid of that urine,
would you? IÕm afraid youÕll spill more of it on my floor.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Angela said. She walked with some trepidation to the plant
at the back of the room, not wanting to get any more of the boysÕ urine on
herself than she already had. Carefully she poured out their pee. Then she
walked to the dresser and set both empty glasses atop it. They gleamed
under the photographic lights in the room. I heard the door open. We all
turned. The maid entered. She was wheeling a big bucket in front of her,
with a mop standing in it. Water sloshed in the bucket. I saw foam
floating within it as she pushed it toward me. She looked with diffident
eyes at young Katrina, nude and handcuffed, kneeling on the floor. She
pushed the bucket past her. Constance went to the door and shut it.
How embarrassed I felt! I was made up like a doll, yet I was totally
naked and, worse, handcuffed. It didnÕt take a mature eye like the maidÕs
to see I had a wet dell and wanted a cock up me. I shivered under her gaze.
It was imperious now, not modest at all, as if she were secretly laughing
at me. I was young and beautiful, but I looked utterly silly now, and she
knew, I imagine, that I had a long night ahead of me. With Svetlana, it did
not promise to be a honeymoon. Rather, I feared, it would be more like a
visit to the Marquis de Sade!
The maid stopped the bucket in front of Mark. She eyed him, his
forthright cock, stiff and needy. She got out her mop. She rung it in the
steel rollers above the bucket and then plopped it on the floor. With quick,
workmanlike strokes she brushed across the floorÕs wooden planks.
Fortunately the floor was well polished, else the pee might have stained
it. She dipped her mop in the bucket, rung it out again, and set to work on
the floor once more. Angela, meanwhile, drew catheters from the bottom
drawer of the dresser. They were clear. WeÕd be able to see the boysÕ
sperm as it shot into them. At the end of each catheter Angela carefully
attached a plastic medical bag. I saw that each was empty, waiting to be
filled. The boys, I had no doubt, would take care of that, though they didnÕt
want to.
ÒThank you, Hilda,Ó Svetlana told the maid. She had finished her job.
She took one more look at MarkÕs penis, then at SteveÕs, and headed with
her bucket for the door. I listened to the rollers underneath the bucket as
it wheeled across the room. She opened the door, passed through. She
closed it behind her. I saw dejection in KatrinaÕs eyes. SheÕd missed
another chance to escape.
Angela, smiling and confident, walked over to the boys. She laid
down on the still wet floor their catheters, and the jar of grease that
would be needed to lubricate the free ends of the catheters.
ÒIf you donÕt want us making a mess, why donÕt you just have us
wear condoms?Ó Mark asked Svetlana with a frustrated look on his face.
How strange it must have felt for him! He was the man, with all his
bulging, rippling muscles, yet he was entirely at the mercy of girls! Dave
showed no signs of wishing to get him out of his jam. In fact, he rather
seemed to look forward to seeing the boys catheterized.
ÒBecause you have a cunt, not a cock, and things go up cunts,Ó Dave
laughed. Svetlana patted DaveÕs penis with her small hand, as if to quiet a
boisterous child.
ÒNo, dear,Ó she said to Dave. Then, turning, she addressed Mark. ÒIf
you were to wear a condom, Mark, what would the camera record, hmmm?Ó
ÒIt would show my cock wearing a condom,Ó Mark answered. He
frowned, angry at being asked such a dumb question.
ÒCorrect,Ó Svetlana told him. She stroked Dave to let him know he
was still her favorite, even if she was talking to Mark at the moment.
ÒThe camera would make a picture of your cock, but your lovely big cock,
my dear boy, would be concealed *within* the condom. The ladies and gay
men I plan to sell your photo to donÕt want to look at a condom. They want
to see your young cock in all its glory. But I canÕt have you mess my floor
again. Hence, the catheter is necessary. Please accept it in the spirit itÕs
given.Ó
ÒWhat spirit is that?!Ó Mark gasped. Angela chose him first and
advanced upon him with a catheter trailing from her hand.
ÒThe spirit of a penitent, accepting his justly due punishment!Ó
Svetlana said with a laugh.
ÒI thought so,Ó Mark groused.
Ah, how the boys struggled! Each one tried to avoid the tip of the
catheter, squirming in his bonds. But despite the wiggling of their bare
pricks, Angela had no difficulty capturing the manhood of each boy in her
hand. With her other hand she stuffed in the greased tip of the catheter.
The boys groaned. They shuddered. I had to avert my eyes when Steven
was poked. I loved him too much to see it done. Up the two catheters
went, up each boy in turn, until both had a line trailing out of his cock,
down to an empty bag which waited upon the floor to receive their sperm.
ÒAlright boys, now its time for your big shoot out,Ó Angela said. Her
long red curly mane bounced along her shoulders and down the length of
her back. She was clearly loving torturing the boys. I wondered if she
might not open a photographic studio of her own, where she could lure
young boys to their doom. (Not to mention girls like me.)
ÒDave, doesnÕt that look fun?Ó Svetlana asked our uncuffed stallion.
ÒNo,Ó Dave said. Yet when Svetlana reached between his legs and
gently squeezed his balls, I saw him give a pleasant groan.
ÒJust think, Dave. In a minute both boys will be relieved of all that
nasty sperm thatÕs in their balls, making them feel so hot and bothered.
WouldnÕt you be willing to undergo a catheterization, if you could feel
relaxed?Ó Svetlana asked. With her other hand she gave his penis feather-
light strokes, so as not (hopefully) to make him discharge, while still
giving him a little pleasure.
ÒNo, no. Not over my dead body,Ó Dave said. Then he let out a sharp
cry. Svetlana had given his balls a sharp squeeze and a yank.
ÒYouÕll kiss my toes if I tell you to,Ó Svetlana told Dave. I saw in
her eyes she was testing him, wondering how far she could push him. He
was, after all, quite large, and utterly free to strike her if he wished, to
kill us all, I imagine, if the desire came to him. He wore no bonds.
ÒUhn, donÕt do that,Ó Dave said. Yet he made no move to resist the
tall, elegant woman who so intimately possessed him. In fact, I saw him
open his legs a little more, as if it was his fault sheÕd squeezed him, for
not giving her enough room between his legs. She fondled his sac with her
fingertips, feeling for his two individual testes. I think she grabbed one
and squeezed it alone, for his back suddenly tensed and he let out a shout.
ÒYou are wicked, woman!Ó he breathed.
ÒI use men and dispose of them at my pleasure,Ó Svetlana replied.
Her voice was cultured, diffident. She squeezed his other ball, but more
lightly, as if not to anger him too much. ÒHow big you are! And your
equipment-- how magnificent! Truly, if you were not so large and perfect,
IÕd have you whacked off like the boys, and sent away. But you are special,
arenÕt you? You want to stay the night with me and see what I can do with
you.Ó
ÒI just-- thought IÕd get out of the hot sun at the beach,Ó Dave
answered, truthfully. ÒI had no idea you were such a demon!Ó
ÒDemon*ess*,Ó Sveltlana told him. She squeezed his right testicle
again. (I only guess at this. She sure squeezed something, though, for
Dave let out another howl.)
ÒIf you do that again, woman, IÕll kill you,Ó Dave said quite seriously
to Svetlana.
ÒMy, my. You men are always so violent,Ó Svetlana said. ÒIÕll have
you know my name, to you at least, is not Ôwoman.Õ ItÕs Mistress, from
now on, and I expect you to use it, with respect and courtesy, when
addressing me. Is that understood?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Dave said. I saw the muscles of his back tense, expecting
another squeeze, but she let him feel only the fondling of her fingertips
upon his balls.
ÒVery good,Ó Svetlana said. ÒUnderstand, of course, that other men
might call me Ôwoman.Õ Men that I respect. But not you. You are nothing
to me. Nothing, except for your beautiful big cock and your wonderful
balls.Ó
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Dave said. I knew now why sheÕd kept him. SheÕd
guessed, somehow, that big as he was, she could break him. Steve and
Mark, however, were another matter, being younger and more boisterous.
Yet I sensed Steve could be made obedient. Perhaps it was only my love
for him. He was the youngest, just like me.
ÒAh, Mark. Why do you resist my touch?Ó Angela asked the young
man under her command. (He, of course, was cuffed, being of a hot-
tempered personality.) ÒIsnÕt this your dream, little boy, to have a
beautiful woman fondle your cock like this?Ó
ÒIÕm not a little boy,Ó Mark protested. He watched as Angela
fingered his big penis and, bending, ran her tongue along it. Her bosoms
hung pendantly beneath her, like ripe fruit on display. Constance
photographed them both. MarkÕs sighs, AngelaÕs loving murmurs.
ÒCum, Mark,Ó Angela said. ÒDo you want me to bite your penis? Is
that what you need?Ó She smiled. She placed her teeth on his cock and
gently bit into his shaft.
ÒNo!Ó Mark gasped.
ÒMmmm, you need a hickey on your cock,Ó Angela said. She closed
her teeth until just a small bit of his cockskin remained between them.
Then she bit, and Mark gave a loud yell. When she lifted her face from his
penis there was a sharp red mark upon his shaft. I could not see it at the
moment, being on the other side of Mark, but I had little doubt it was
there, and knew well what a hickey looked like, having been given one by a
boyfriend when I was ten. My mom had spanked me for it. The boy had
been younger than me, only nine, and sheÕd said I was corrupting him. But
IÕd had nothing to do with it. (Of course, weÕd been playing doctor, which I
didnÕt tell her.)
ÒYes, poor Mark, I want to see that little bag at the end of the
catheter filled right up,Ó Angela told the young man. ÒSvetlana insists,
and IÕm not one to disobey her. Are you?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Mark answered. He cast a worried glance at Svetlana, and
Dave, who so recently had felt SvetlanaÕs displeasure between his legs.
ÒThen shoot, Markie,Ó Angela said. Seeing he was going to be
difficult, she picked up the jar of catheter grease from the floor. She
dipped her fingers in it. Looking at him, she said, ÒI guess IÕm going to
have to give you the ÔHustlerÕ treatment, eh Mark? YouÕve seen those
cartoons in Hustler, havenÕt you? DonÕt tell me you never jerk off to a
porno magazine. You know, those cartoons of men fisting themselves.
ThatÕs what IÕm going to do to you, Mark. Fist you until you shoot for me.Ó
Angela greased both her palms, rubbing her hands together.
With wide eyes Mark watched as Angela took possession of him with
both her hands. She had small hands, with delicate, tapering fingers.
Nonetheless she clasped his banana-like prick firmly. Then she began
yanking on it. She drew her squeezing hands down its length, then pushed
up, as if trying to force MarkÕs penis into his groin. Then it was down
again, then up. She looked like she might be fucking him with a dildo,
except his penis stood out ramrod straight and utterly erect, unmoving
except for the wicked movement she made along its length with her
squeezing palms. I watched, tensely, mesmerized. Even Katrina was
watching. Our breath moved in and out of our frozen bodies, making our
breasts shiver, but otherwise we stood utterly unmoving and spellbound.
Svetlana herself hardly made any movement, though her hands continued to
flutter along DaveÕs shaft, to keep him under control.
Angela moved with athletic grace, like a lioness. With quick, even
strokes she pulled and pushed on MarkÕs hard penis. She looked like a slim
milkmaid milking, with determination, a stubborn cow. Mark gazed down
at himself, then flung his head back, gasped, looked down again, trying to
hold himself in. He did not want to be dismissed from our party, I guess,
or at least not in this ignoble way. Across from him, manacled to the
other bedpost, stood Steve, waiting with horrified eyes for his cock to be
milked in turn. I wished I could save him somehow. But it was hopeless.
Constance and Dielle were ever ready to prevent any tricks, not to mention
Svetlana, and Angela, who had already punished the boys with a whip.
ÒUhn, uhn, uhn, stop!Ó Mark pleaded. He tried looking at Angela but,
just as he did, she gave him another hard jerk, forcing his eyes to the
ceiling. Her work was taking its toll on his willpower. I saw his back
straighten. His knees bent. Suddenly, he loosed his seed. Instead of
splattering over Angela it went shooting into the clear catheter. Svetlana
let go of DaveÕs prick and gave a quick clap of applause. It was joined by
Constance, who clapped too. Dielle was too busy taking pictures to clap.
Angela let go of MarkÕs dick. She watched him ejaculate, clapping as
she watched. Mark, desperate, looked at her. How rude it was for her to
let go of him in mid spurt, I thought! (I didnÕt know too much about boysÕ
anatomy but my girlfriend at school did, and she said she said you had to
keep rubbing them until they were done.)
ÒOh. Do you want MORE, Markie?Ó Angela laughed. ÒI thought you
didnÕt want me to play with your penis.Ó Then she took hold of him again.
ÒCome, Markie, get it all out. We donÕt want you keeping any back, do we?Ó
she said. Mark was forced to spurt and spurt until I knew he must be
empty. I felt saddened, seeing his sperm in the bag, all wasted like that.
MarkÕs penis began to shrivel. ÒThere, Mark, youÕve had your due. Time to
go home,Ó Angela said to him. She wiped her arm across her mouth. He
needed no more hickeys. Giving him one had put the sweat from his
straining cock on her lips.
Dielle went to the cell phone. She picked it up and called the maid.
ÒPlease come up and escort Mark out of the house,Ó she said. ÒYes, heÕs
quite finished. Oh, he might come up again, but Svetlana says she has all
the photos she needs of him.Ó
ÒExcept for him dressing,Ó Svetlana said, raising her voice so Dielle
would hear. ÒWe need photos of him putting his pants back on.Ó She
laughed. ÒSorry, Mark. You are quite a hunk, otherwise you wouldnÕt be
here at all. But I need these sort of photos, you know, of a young man
getting his just desserts and going glumly away. Try to pout when Dielle
takes your photo. Who knows? If youÕre good you may get a special
invitation for a return visit.Ó
ÒForget it!Ó Mark said. ÒIÕm through with you, woman.Ó He glared at
her. Angela went to the dresser to fetch the key to his handcuffs.
ÒOh, do you think youÕve offended me, Mark?Ó Svetlana said. ÒNo,
dear. I respect you. Unlike Dave, here.Ó She smirked, first at Mark, then
at Dave. ÒYes, youÕre like a God to me, Mark, especially if youÕre obedient
and let the maid take you out, without giving me any trouble. And now
that IÕve angered you IÕm tempted to be your slave, and let you have your
way with me.Ó She stroked DaveÕs cock. ÒBut it will have Ôtill wait until
another day, Mark, when I can devote myself just to you.Ó
Mark looked confused. I know that hot-tempered young hunk was
planning something when the cuffs were opened, perhaps smashing us all
to bits, if only he could get Dave to cooperate. But now, with such a
beautiful, accomplished woman begging to be his slave, he didnÕt know
what to do. Svetlana had either picked out her men very well, which I
doubted, since she apparently didnÕt even know our names when we showed
up. Or she was expert at handling males, perhaps having photographed
hundreds of them as an erotic photographer.
ÒAlright,Ó Mark said. ÒGive me a call. IÕll be at HeloiseÕs for the
rest of the week, working as a model. I know youÕre just bitching me,
though, to get rid of me.Ó
ÒHardly,Ó Svetlana said. She looked at him with admiring eyes. ÒI
donÕt photograph nobodies. Even if Dave is one,Ó she added, casting a
glance at the man she held by his dick. ÒWeÕll meet again, sweetie, and
youÕll hear me call you ÔMasterÕ the minute I set eyes on you.Ó
Dizzied by his torture, and even more by the prospect of a
submissive Svetlana, Mark allowed himself to be unlocked from the
bedpost by Angela. He did nothing to any of us when he was free, just
stood there, dumbly, staring at Svetlana, visions of her as his slave
dancing in his mind.
The maid entered. She looked at us, at Mark, saw his small,
withdrawn prick. He took a step forward. The catheter swung between his
legs. Angela touched a finger to his broad shoulder.
ÒMark, I donÕt think you want to take that home with you,Ó Angela
said to Mark.
ÒOh, yeah,Ó Mark replied. He looked down at the catheter still
hanging from his penis. Angela turned him to face her. She knelt. I saw
Mark grimace as the catheter was withdrawn. She held a betadine pad in
her hand and she smoothly passed it over his penis tip. Then she broke
open an alcohol pad and wiped off the stain left by the betadine.
ÒOkay, youÕre free to go,Ó Angela said to Mark. ÒDonÕt forget to dress
first. IÕm sure the little girls playing across the street in the park would
just love to see your buff body walking out to the car.Ó
ÒYeah, thatÕs all I need,Ó Mark agreed. ÒI think IÕve had enough
female attention for one day.Ó
The maid opened a closet. SheÕd hung our clothes there. She pulled
out a hanger. MarkÕs pants were draped over it, plus his shirt. SheÕd not
bothered to hang his shirt up seperately. She handed him his clothes.
ÒThanks,Ó Mark said. ÒIÕll be leaving now.Ó Dielle snapped photos of
him as he dressed. Constance too, as if he were a visiting Olympic
champion, now taking his leave of us.
Mark left. The maid went with him, closing the bedroom door behind
her.
ÒWell, Steven, youÕre next,Ó Angela said to my love.
ÒOh, please, donÕt!Ó I blurted. To my surprise, Katrina blurted the
same. We both looked at each other, a little jealously, as if each of us had
intruded on the other.
ÒWhat?!Ó Svetlana asked.
ÒPlease let him stay,Ó Katrina begged in a small voice, kneeling on
the floor, her hands bound behind her.
ÒWell, Miss Misbehavior now seems a bit more interested in sticking
around,Ó Svetlana said.
ÒIÕm sorry I tried to escape,Ó Katrina said. ÒI just-- felt nervous,
thatÕs all.Ó
ÒI understand,Ó Svetlana said. ÒDo you promise to obey if I let
Steven stay?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Katrina gulped. I felt a little angry. He was, in my mind, my
boyfriend, not hers, though we hadnÕt done anything together. I wished she
would go back to her old ways of thinking, or, better yet, try another
escape, and succeed. But we were here at SvetlanaÕs pleasure, not mine,
and she clearly wanted to keep the rest of us, at least for a little longer.
ÒSteven, do you promise to be obedient to Mistress Svetlana if I
donÕt whack you off?Ó Svetlana asked. Angela stood ready, her palms
greased, if he chose to answer in the negative.
ÒUh, yeah... I guess,Ó Steve answered. He clearly wanted to cum, just
not in such an ignoble way as she had planned for him.
ÒGood, Steve. Then I expect you to keep yourself stiff and hard and
ready for my instructions, okay?Ó Svetlana said.
ÒOkay,Ó Steve replied. He was, even as I watched, becoming beguiled
by Svetlana, just as Dave had been. She had spells, this woman, that she
could cast with her eyes, or her mind, or something. Perhaps it was her
softly beckoning voice.
ÒOkay Mistress,Ó Svetlana corrected.
ÒYes... Mistress,Ó Steve stammered.
ÒLeave the catheter in for now,Ó Svetlana instructed Angela. ÒYou
never know, he might turn bad on us. But unlock his cuffs. I doubt heÕll go
anywhere with a foley catheter dangling between his legs. Steven, be
careful you donÕt step on the tube when youÕre free, okay. That could
hurt.Ó
ÒOh, yeah,Ó Steve said. HeÕd never been catheterized before and he
looked with worried eyes at the thing dangling down between his legs.
Would he have to carry his little empty bag with him, wherever he went,
the bag at the end of his tube? Like a womanÕs purse? I guessed so. I felt
sorry for him, but there was nothing I could do.
Svetlana turned to Katrina, then cast her eyes upon me. ÒGirls, I
want you both up on the bed, in a 69,Ó Svetlana said. ÒThereÕs no need to
remove the cuffs. How pretty youÕll both look, cuffed, but with your faces
between each otherÕs thighs! Help them, Constance. Get them both on the
bed. Dielle, get ready to take more pictures.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Dielle and Constance said in unison. She did not
reprove them for not calling her Ômistress.Õ I guessed the command only
applied to us, her erotic players, in her theatre erotique. Dielle and
Constance were just stage hands, though pretty enough to play if Svetlana
chose to include them.
A few minutes later I found myself flat on my back on the big satin
bed. My knees were drawn up, but my legs were wide apart. Constance had
insisted upon it. I heard the camera clicking, somewhere. Dielle was
already busy taking pictures.
Above me hovered Katrina. Her legs straddled my torso. I watched
as Constance bent her down. With her knees on either side of me,
KatrinaÕs head was forced down between my legs. Her bare bottom sat
square upon my nose.
ÒHey!Ó I cried out. I was a brownnose, my nose stuck up against her
anus hole and the cheeks of my face pressed ignominiously to the cheeks
of her ass. I smelled her, but she smelled sweet, for they had perfumed
her bottom. I knew my ass must smell the same to her, for they had done
the same to me. Our bodies sweated a little, from nervousness, from the
tension weÕd endured as we stood waiting upon SvetlanaÕs commands,
watching Mark be milked.
I felt a soft sigh between my legs. It tickled my thatch. I wriggled.
My hands were cuffed underneath me and I could do nothing save close my
legs. I tried, found KatrinaÕs head was now between them, keeping them
open. Frustrated, seeing her bottom lift a little off my face, perhaps so
she could somehow kneel more comfortably over me, I saw her wet snatch.
I knew it would torture her to be tickled there, a little. Yet I didnÕt have
my hands available. So, impulsively, I darted out my tongue.
ÒYeek!Ó I heard at my tail. Katrina had felt that!
ÒOh, theyÕre starting already!Ó Svetlana cried. She had not told us to
tongue each other, just to pose. Yet she had not forbidden tonguing either.
She knew we were young, had never tasted pussy. I enjoyed hearing
Katrina scream so much that I gave her another stab with my tongue.
Oh! As soon as her second scream died she stabbed me back! I
wasnÕt sure sheÕd have the guts to do that. I stuck my tongue in her snatch
again, deeper this time, to let her know I could fuck her if I needed to, if
she didnÕt quit licking me. I wanted her to get off me, or at least not to
sit her bottom on my face, like she had already. I didnÕt like smelling her
ass, even if she had to smell mine.
ÒYeek!Ó This time it was me who screamed. She went much deeper
than I thought she would. That dratted girl! First sheÕd stolen Steven
from me, and now she was licking my snatch! Desist, already! Quit! Here,
for your displeasure, miss, have a really good stab from me!
Our little battle quickly took the turn Svetlana had hoped for, and I,
at least, had hoped we could avoid. I found myself enjoying my friendÕs
licks. I think she liked mine too, though we never spoke of it afterward. I
stabbed deeper into her. At the same time I began to lift my hips, begging
for her to reciprocate. She did. She squatted closer, though not so close
that I couldnÕt do my work on her. She left me a small space so I could
breathe. She was artful, her legs split wide, her thighs tensed, her soft
petal-like dell poised over me and brushing lightly against my lips. I
licked. I liked licking. For every lick I gave her, she gave me one. It felt
dizzyingly pleasurable to have her quick tongue between my thighs. We
licked more. Soon we were no longer counting strokes. We were sluts. We
were greedy. I ate her nest with abandon. She fed within mine, licking
deep inside my lips, right to the tempting shield of my half-torn hymen.
She tested it with her tongue. I begged her, bucking my hips up, to remove
it with her tongue. She tried. She tore it a little more, I think, though
there was no blood afterward. Deep we delved. Hungrily we ate. Who took
yours? I wondered of her, with my licking tongue, as she nipped at my
hymen. Was it a girl, like me? I doubted it. In any event she didnÕt take
mine, only opened it a little more, leaving the rest for a man to undo. Yet
we ate each otherÕs slits voraciously, like disciples on Lesbos, and, at
last, came upon each otherÕs faces. She honeyed my nose with her juices.
I honeyed hers.
ÒVery good. Excellent, girls,Ó Svetlana said when it was over.
Constance helped Katrina and I sit up on the bed. I felt the satin sheets
beneath my bare bottom. Between my legs I was sinfully wet. I sat with
my feet dangling over the side of the bed. Katrina sat beside me. Our bare
shoulders bumped. We edged a little farther apart. Constance got the keys
to our cuffs and unlocked our hands. I flexed my arms. I saw Katrina
flexing hers, beside me. It felt good to be free again. I felt circulation
flowing into my arms, my hands. It had been inhibited somewhat by the
cuffs, by my enforced posture in the cuffs. Now they were free again. I
looked at my hands. I flexed my fingers. I felt my shoulders, free to hunch
forward again, if I wished, not yanked back as theyÕd been.
The satin felt wonderful on my bottom. I wished to sit there
forever, pampered, relaxed, admiring the stiff men from my satin perch. I
was a flower, a small bird. I was a cat, with long lashes, taking in the
view.
Constance went to the dresser. She returned with a small box. It
was made of plastic. She opened it. From it she drew two small cloths.
They were scented with Aloe Vera.
ÒWipe with these,Ó Constance said. She gave me one, gave the other
to Katrina. I wiped my face with it. Constance laughed. ÒNo! Not your
face. Ohhh, youÕve smeared your makeup,Ó she said. She tossed the box
onto the bed beside my hip and walked over to the makeup chair to fetch a
makeup kit to fix my face.
ÒWipe your pussy with it, silly,Ó Katrina scolded me. She wiped the
cloth between her legs.
ÒOh,Ó I said. I dropped my cloth upon the floor and fetched another
from the box. Constance returned. As I patted my slit with the cloth,
wiping away my lustful secretions, Constance re-did my makeup. Katrina
watched, then turned and looked at the men.
Angela, at SvetlanaÕs direction, was fitting both men with a curious
device. It was made of leather. At first I thought it was meant somehow
to cover their big cocks, to make them modest. Angela bent before my
favorite, Steve, and put a small leather band around his balls. When she
drew it tight he groaned. He lifted his hand in the air, and glared down at
her kneeling figure. I think he would have hit her, but for the foley
catheter stuck up his penis. It gave Angela a very easy way to discipline
him. One tug would make him most remorseful. So instead his hand
wavered, and then fell to his side. Angela smiled, pulled the drawstrings
tighter on the band. SteveÕs head shot back and he let out a mournful,
throaty howl.
ÒYes, dear. If itÕs not tight youÕll spend. This will force your sac
down and keep your seed inside you while I torture you some more,Ó
Angela said in a soft, whispery voice. She knew how to put them through
excruciating pain without seeming mean about it. She was helping them,
as she saw it. Helping them retain their seed, so they could stay nice and
hard for us.
ÒNow the cock, dearest. Tie the other part around his penis,Ó
Svetlana instructed Angela. My friend lifted a second band, hanging
loosely in front of SteveÕs balls. It was attached to the part of the device
already ringing his sac. Angela lifted up the second band and wrapped it
around the base of SteveÕs shaft. She drew it tight. Tighter. Steve
howled.
ÒThis is to keep back any sperm that somehow escapes your balls,Ó
Angela smiled up at SteveÕs agonized face. ÒYouÕll be grateful for it once I
really start putting your penis through its paces, donÕt worry,Ó she told
him.
ÒDo I have to wear one of those?Ó Dave asked Svetlana.
ÒOf course, honey,Ó Svetlana said. Lightly she stroked his cock. It
stuck out massively in front of him, a kind of magic wand, of great
thickness, that Svetlana, a goddess and witch, could play upon with her
fingers. Beneath his crotch DaveÕs sac of sperm was drawn up tightly,
bulging with his need to spend. The leather appliance would force his
balls down so they hung less tensely.
Constance bade me to stand. I did. She turned me around. Bending
over behind me, she clasped the cheeks of my bottom. I yelped.
ÒShush, sweetie, I want to wipe your ass for you,Ó Constance told
me. I shivered. I froze. My bottom had sweated a little as Katrina had
toungued me, but really! I didnÕt think this was really necessary. Katrina,
seeing my fate, quickly stepped around me and got a wet napkin for herself
and wiped her bottom. Dielle snapped a picture of her hand wedged in her
ass, wiping herself. Katrina blushed.
ÒCanÕt I have any privacy?Ó Katrina asked. Dielle giggled.
ÒIf that bothers you, wait Ôtill you see how Svetlana and Angela plan
to torture the menÕs dicks,Ó Dielle replied. She took another picture.
Constance crumpled the disposable cloth sheÕd used to wipe me and threw
it on the floor. Then, picking up the same powder puff sheÕd used to
powder my face, she lightly brushed it between the cheeks of my naked
ass.
ÒOh!Ó I said.
ÒThere, powdered on your cheeks at both ends,Ó Constance said.
Dielle giggled again. Constance turned to Katrina. Reluctantly Katrina
opened her bottom. She held it open with her palms as Constance
powdered her ass. I watched, hearing the camera click in the background.
We were on display. We would be captured forever like this, on film, twin
girls with powdered asses wondering what was planned for us.
Angela reached back behind Steve and cupped his bare ass with one
of her small hands. Wordlessly she turned him. He was easy to manipulate
now, with his cock painfully bound in leather at its base and his balls
aching under the stress of their new imprisonment. The foley catheter
insured his complete obedience. He could not get it out himself. Without
it, he surely would have reached between his legs and untied the appliance
so ruthlessly gripping his sex. With it, he was a captive, despite the
freedom of his hands, the bulging muscles of his arms, his thighs, his
back. Angela turned him as easily as she might turn a baby. When his bare
ass was facing her she smiled. She gave one of his plump white buns a
small lick. She nuzzled the hairy ass crack splitting his cheeks. Then,
lifting a long leash, she parted his strong thighs with her hands. Within,
under him, her slender fingers attached the leash to a ring at the back of
his cockstrap.
Angela stood. She brushed back her red curly hair. She looked
poised, confident, despite her nudity. Her small, slim back arched proudly
and she drew the leash up, up, until it threaded up through the crack in
SteveÕs ass.
ÒYes, dear, I have you reined like a reindeer,Ó Angela smiled and
laughed. Steve squirmed at the pressure of the rings on his loins, the
sharp feel of the leather leash splitting open his ass. ÒShall you take me
home to the North Pole, hmmm?Ó Angela asked my favorite guy. He turned.
She watched, seeing his cock begin to come into view. It protruded in
front of him like some lewd, horizontal stalagmite. ÒNo, dear,Ó Angela
chided. She yanked hard on her leash. Steve groaned. His back tensed. He
returned to his former position.
Svetlana, meanwhile, had taken it upon herself to tie down Dave.
ÒLetÕs get you saddled up,Ó she purred to him, tying a band tightly around
his balls. Dave stood with his legs spread, his features breaking into a
sudden grimace. He seemed both to dread her attention and to long for it.
Her nails were sharp, her designs were wicked, yet she handled him with
such aplomb that IÕm sure he must have felt like a work of art. She was
nothing if not worshipful of him, especially his big penis. We all were, I
suppose, with our lambent eyes, watching him as he suffered. I wondered
who would be favored by his hard-on up her snatch. I hoped it would be
me, yet I was fearful, both of losing my virginity and of his tremendous
size. Still, my eyes glowed passionately as I watched him. It was fun to
watch. And painless.
ÒWoman, if you werenÕt so beautiful, I think IÕd kill you,Ó Dave said
to Svetlana. Her eyes flicked up at him.
ÒYou arenÕt the first to tell me that,Ó Svetlana answered. She looped
the second leather band up around his cock and tied its drawstrings. Dave
gave another grimace, yet suppressed any scream. He was less vocal than
Steve. ÔWell, heÕs older,Õ I said to myself. ÔSteve is just a boy. A young-
man boy. Dave is a full grown man.Õ I did not feel remorse for Dave. He
seemed old and slightly cruel, though only in his 20Õs. His face had lines
on it and I think he would have enjoyed hurting us, if he could. I was
thankful that Svetlana could keep him under such perfect control.
Dave was leashed. Svetlana, reluctantly I think, gave Angela
possession of him. The nude young woman smiled. She held them both
now, by their balls, in her small hands. Her generous bosoms hung like
ripe, full fruit on her chest. The men sported balls that hung with
generous fullness between their legs. I knew we must be ready to play at
sex now, and wondered which of us would be spermed.
ÒCostume them,Ó Svetlana said to Constance. Nodding, Constance
went to the closet that housed our clothes. For a moment I thought we
might dress, be free of this place, and I wasnÕt sure how I felt about that,
with the men both so obviously ready to give pleasure to any female who
wanted it. Yet Constance opened the far end of the closet, sliding back the
big doors. I watched as she took out two chiffon nighties. They were baby
doll nighties. She walked over to Katrina and I. ÒPut these on,Ó she said.
ÒTheyÕve been specially made to fit your measurements.Ó
I blushed. I felt flattered. A brand new nightie, for me! I lifted my
present carefully off its wire hanger. I slipped it over my head. I shook
out my hair. I felt lovely. I looked down at myself. My bosoms lifted the
soft, sheer fabric, not hidden in any way, yet feeling quite special
enveloped in the soft nightie. I could see their pink tips. Despite their
delicacy, the nightie was more delicate, and the risen stems of my teats
gave an extra lift to the nightie.
I tugged at the hem. Katrina, now wearing her nightie, tugged at her
hem too. It barely covered my pubis! Her nightie was just as immodest. I
moved and the front of my nightie rippled, the hem trying to rise. It was
so light and sheer that even the slightest movement of my body would
cause it to lift, the minute I let go of it with my hands.
ÒWhatÕs the use of this if it canÕt keep me covered?Ó I asked
Svetlana.
ÒItÕs not supposed to do anything more than adorn you, decorate you,Ó
Svetlana replied with a smile. ÒYouÕre an ornament, dear. Nothing more.Ó
DielleÕs camera clicked. I blushed a deeper pink. Behind me
Constance lifted the back of my nightie up to my waist.
ÒHey, what are you doing?Ó I asked, turning my head.
ÒIÕm pinning it up in back,Ó Constance said. ÒSo your ass shows. It
will make it easier for the men.Ó
ÒTo do what?Ó Katrina asked. There was a note of alarm in her
voice.
ÒTo fuck you up the ass, after youÕve been whipped,Ó Constance
answered, matter-of-factly.
ÒNo!Ó Katrina cried. I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine.
ÒOh, please!Ó I said. Quickly my eyes flew to Svetlana.
ÒIt will not be harsh, dears. Why do you think I have the men so well
restrained?Ó Svetlana asked.
ÒOh, who will whip us?Ó Katrina asked. As she stood clutching the
hem of her nightie in front, Constance walked softly behind her. She lifted
KatrinaÕs nightie in back, baring her bottom as mine had been. She slipped
pins into it to hold it up.
ÒWho would you like to whip you?Ó Svetlana queried. There was a
look of amusement on her face.
ÒOh I would never PICK someone to whip me! I donÕt want to be
whipped!Ó Katrina said in a voice that suddenly sounded less defiant,
almost plaintive. I wriggled my hips, feeling their freedom. Would they
be constained soon, for-- I could not speak the words, even to myself. My
eyes darted to SteveÕs penis, then to DaveÕs. They both stood out terrible
and pulsing, sleek and strong and long, like sharks hovering over trapped
fish. I was captive, and knew it. Captive to my own desires, and my fears,
too scared to even try to run. I felt a wave of erotic tension pass through
me. It was unbidden, brought on by the sight of the menÕs hungry cocks.
Did I want them? Surely I couldnÕt have such large appendages up my
small virgin bottom. Surely I could not. I would squeeze my cheeks and
they would find me impossible.
Constance finished pinning up KatrinaÕs nightie. She bade us to sit
on the bed. We did, our hips bumping. I was glad for the firm smoothness
of the sheets under my hiney. I pressed my rump into them and prayed I
wouldnÕt have to get up.
Constance went to the dresser. She returned with more decorations
for us. Two pink bows for our hair, and leather collars for our necks.
Katrina reached out, caught my hand. She squeezed it tightly, almost
making me squeal. I appreciated her grip, all the same. It was comforting
in its tightness. Painful but comforting. She eased her grip. She shivered.
Constance freed my hair from its ponytail. She fluffed it with her hands.
She told me I had pretty hair. Then she tied the pink ribbon into my hair.
Dielle snapped my photo. Contstance adorned KatrinaÕs hair with a bow.
After that Constance wrapped the leather collars around our necks. She
drew them tight. I felt submissive, collared like that, wearing such a
pretty bow. I was girlish, meek. Katrina gripped my hand again, but this
time not so hard. We sat holding hands, waiting, while Constance fetched
more things from the dresser.
She returned bearing wristlets of leather and ropes. The ropes were
white, soft. I reached out with my free hand and touched one. I looked up
at Constance. She held something else too, brought from the dresser. A
box of kleenex. I could guess why she needed that. For our bottoms, to
wipe them after the men were through with our asses. Or was the box for
blood? I felt a queasiness in my stomach. For a moment I almost fainted.
Surely we would not be whipped until whoever punished us drew blood? I
turned my eyes to Svetlana. I wanted to ask, to protest, but a mouse was
in my throat. Something, anyway, that prevented me from speaking.
Perhaps it was the tightness of my collar. I opened my lips, closed them.
No sound issued.
ÒA little more lipstick on her lips,Ó Svetlana told Constance.
ÒAlright,Ó Constance answered. She had made me put out my hands
to be bound by the wristlets but, tossing them onto the bed, she picked up
her makeup kit from the bedÕs nightstand. She made me part my lips in an
O. Still holding my hands out, waiting to have them bound, I obeyed. I was
shivering, unthinking now, only able to do as I was told. Constance put
another layer of lipstick on my lips, brightening them. DielleÕs camera
clicked intrusively.
The minutes of our preparation passed slowly. Angela was taken
aside and her hair was given a new gloss. Svetlana herself brushed it.
Angela offered to but Svetlana said ÔNo,Õ she would do it. She powdered
AngelaÕs bare breasts and touched up her nipples, using lipstick to make
them appear more red. I sensed it would be Angela who whipped us. I
gazed at her belly. It was smooth and soft and her navel dimpled it
prettily. I imagined it swollen a few months from now. The men both
looked so virile. Surely if they took her at some point tonight, perhaps
after doing myself and Katrina, she would not escape unscathed. Her belly
seemed to invite impregnation, it was so alluring in its flatness. Below it
was the spread of her hips. They were wide and womanly. She would
deliver easily between them, I thought. They seemed made for child-
bearing. Mine were still slim. I was only 14. But Angela was full-grown,
ripe for making babies. I wished they would all leave Katrina and I alone,
and let us watch Angela being taken instead. IÕd never seen anyone fucked.
It would be perfect, I thought, Angela on her knees, or on her back,
receiving both men at once, perhaps, one plunging into her mouth while the
other rammed himself up between her legs to her womb. She watched me
with expectant eyes, perhaps knowing my thoughts, perhaps not. She
assessed my own belly, the flatness of it, the indrawn girlishness of it.
She gazed at my hips. I knew she must be thinking of my behind. It was
small, not like hers. Small and compact and with pert cheeks that still
stuck out behind me with an impudent, childish air. Would she enjoy
seeing stripes put across my girlish bottom? I would cry, like a baby, and
she would discipline me like a mother.
ÒI havenÕt taken any birth control,Ó I blurted suddenly, remembering.
ÒHeÕll be going up you in back, not in front,Ó Constance replied. She
was fastening KatrinaÕs wrist cuffs.
ÒBut, what if he spurts a lot?Ó I asked. My voice was trembling but I
felt suddenly assertive. I did not want to get pregnant. Not at 14. I
wanted to see Angela get pregnant.
ÒDo you have any pills?Ó Angela asked Svetlana with a toss of her
head. Svetlana was drawing circles on AngelaÕs right nipple with lipstick.
ÒYes, IÕll get some,Ó Svetlana replied. She left off painting AngelaÕs
nipple and went to the dresser. Returning, with the pill plus a glass of
water, she said, ÒGive it to her. It will look pretty, your feeding it to her.
Would you like to whip her also?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Angela answered. ÒIÕd like that very much.Ó
Angela walked over to me. I was trembling. She bade me open my
mouth. ÒStick out your tongue,Ó she said. I did. She placed the pill on my
wet tongue and Dielle snapped our picture. Then Angela made me drink the
water. She held it for me.
ÒDo either of you girls have to pee?Ó Svetlana asked us. ÒYou may be
tied down awhile. I donÕt want you peeing on the bed.Ó
ÒCanÕt we even get up to pee, if we have to?Ó Katrina asked with
anxious eyes.
ÒIÕd prefer not to give you a bathroom break in the middle of your
whipping,Ó Svetlana said. ÒConstance, pull out the chamber pot. I want
both these girls to pee so we wonÕt be bothered with their bladders when
weÕre trying to get some good photos of them and the men.Ó
ÒAnd me,Ó Angela said, tossing back her red curls, savoring my
fright as she stood over me.
ÒYes, and you,Ó Svetlana agreed.
I was forced to squat over the chamber pot. Constance helped me
position myself and held me by my bottomcheeks as I squatted. Katrina
held my hand. Dielle stepped close and took awful pictures (awful to me,
anyway) of my pee spritzing out of my snatch. The men watched, hard
stallions corralled by their foley catheters, but anticipating a dinner bell.
Katrina went after me. The maid was called, to empty the chamber
pot. I wished to wait for her entrance and exit, but that was denied.
ÒPlease get up on the bed,Ó Angela said. She placed a hand under my
elbow, softly, but with blazing eyes that seemed to drill right into me
when I looked at her.
ÒOh, canÕt we wait?Ó Katrina asked. ÒI do not wish the maid to see
us!Ó
ÒNo,Ó Svetlana answered. ÒShe is a female like you. Doubtless she
tasted the whip when she was young. Get up, girls. I do not wish to keep
the men in suspense forever. They are human, after all.Ó
I heard a slapping sound. I gave a quick glance at the men. Their
hands were absently slapping their thighs. I knew what they wished most
of all to do. To yank on their cocks. Right away. Right now. Like small
boys who canÕt stand anymore having untended penises. They wanted to
just forget everything, and yank and yank and yank on thier big members
and shoot their jism all over the floor. Yet they were men, and waited. I
rose, lifting my foot up, steadying myself with one foot on the bed.
Angela, behind me, cupped my bottom to keep me from falling. I still wore
the heels Constance had fitted to my feet. I lifted my other leg. I stood
momentarily on the bed, feeling AngelaÕs eyes gazing at my bottom. Then I
tumbled to my knees.
ÒCrawl up to the pillow,Ó Svetlana told me. Angela helped Katrina
mount the bed. Katrina did not try to stand on it. Why had I? I didnÕt
know. Was it to show off my bottom, its whiteness, the glow of its
powdered cheeks presented so neatly between the tanned skin of my back
and my thighs? I did not know. I kneed my way to the head of the bed and
grabbed at the big pillow lying there. I pressed my face into it. I wanted
to hide. I wanted to be an ostrich. Behind me I felt my hiney lift up, high
into the air. I wiggled it. I kissed my pillow. I felt so open, exposed. It
was erotic. I wished one of the men would leap on the bed, accept my
invitation, and thrust himself between my legs and take me right then, in
my pussy, where I needed it. The whip would be skipped. My ass would be
spared. I would save myself, with just a soft wiggling invitation of my
bare bottom to the men.
ÒStretch out your arms,Ó I heard Angela say. I lifted my face from
my pillow. I felt a warm bump on my hip and realized Katrina had taken
her place beside me. I waited for one of the men to jump behind me and
spoil SvetlanaÕs plans. But neither one did. Angela drew my wrists out
for me. She took a rope from Constance and quickly, expertly, tied my
wrists to the headboard. Katrina, beside me, extended her arms and
waited. Did she want it? This? I didnÕt know. I didnÕt know anything
anymore. Perhaps she didnÕt either. I felt the coolness of the air of the
room on my fanny and wished again that one of the men, it didnÕt matter
which anymore, would save us both. Or at least me. I waggled my ass. I
was lewd, indecent, saucy. I wanted. I felt Angela open my legs with her
hands. I blinked. My wrists were bound, secure. Now she wished me more
vulnerable in back.
ÒThatÕs it. Show your slit, your little purse,Ó Angela said. ÒIÕll try
not to bite it with the whip.Ó A camera clicked. I heard Dielle try to
suppress a giggle and fail.
ÒVery good, Cindy,Ó Svetlana complimented me. ÒYou are truly a
perfect submissive. I thought you might balk, being so young. But you hold
the pose like a pro. Have you fantasized of this, hmmm?Ó
ÒNo,Ó I said truthfully. But then I remembered myself on my bed at
home, sometimes, hearing my father tramp up the stairs, his feet heavy
with sleep. He would be going to his bedroom, with my mother, talking so
casually, yet I knew what they must do together beind that closed, locked
door. I would think of his strong hands and his broad shoulders and the
belt he wore around his waist. I would wish IÕd done something bad, so he
might have to visit me, in my bed, before he went to bed with my mother.
Once I reached back behind myself and actually pulled down my pajama
bottoms, hearing him come up the stairs. He was alone that night. My
mom was downstairs, playing a late game of cards with some friends.
Lady friends, and it was just me and dad upstairs, me in my bed and my
daddy coming upstairs. By then I was too old to be tucked into bed
anymore, yet I wished he might tuck me in. But my door was locked. They
had let me put a lock on my door when I turned 12. I heard my fathers
footsteps pass my door. I heard the door to his bedroom close.
Now I was presented once again, like before, except this time my
wrists were tied and I didnÕt have pajama pants ringing my knees that
could, if my hands were untied, be pulled up. Instead my knees and legs
were bare and the nightie was pinned up behind me, showing all I had to
show. I felt the sheer fabric of it sliding down my back and knew even
that was now practically useless. I glanced at the nightstand beside the
bed. The tissue box waited, a tissue already pulled up from within it and
ready to be used.
We whimpered, Katrina and I. We were both made to show our figs. I
felt a wetness glistening within mine and wondered what kind of weird
slut I was to allow myself to be gotten into such a compromised position.
Collared, ÔdressedÕ in a nightie, with a pink bow adorning my head as if I
were a small girl sitting primly in Sunday School. Or a girl at the prom,
but I was too young for the prom. And too young for this too, I knew,
though I had no idea how I could get myself out of it now. I opened my lips
to speak as I felt Constance put a knee on the bed beside my face. Before I
could utter a sound she wreathed a black cloth across my lips. It was
soft, but she wedged it deep in my mouth. I almost gagged on it. It forced
back my tongue. My mouth was opened into a rictus, with the cloth
dividing my lips. I looked like a fish caught on a hook. Dielle took my
picture. My eyes gaped as I felt Constance tie off the gag in the nesting of
my hair at the back of my neck.
A moment later and Katrina and I were both silenced and suitably
posed. There was nothing more to be done, by way of preparation. I had
my pill, Katrina was already on the pill. The men waited, their cocks
stemming. I could not see them but I sensed an eagerness on their part to
see us whipped. I prayed it would not be hard. IÕd never been whipped. I
suspected Katrina hadnÕt been either. What would it be like, I wondered,
even as my tummy knotted in fear and wished that my teddy bear might
save me, if the men couldnÕt. I pictured him flying through the window, a
brave little teddy bear, like the brave little toaster in the video IÕd
watched when I was 6. HeÕd fly in and save me.
ÒEarnest!Ó I breathed into my gag. It was the name of my teddy bear.
He could not hear me. My lips kissed the pillow beneath my face.
ÒOh, but it has so many thongs!Ó I heard Angela gasp, somewhere
behind me.
ÒYes, each one is made of a small knot of leather,Ó Svetlana told our
mistress-to-be. ÒThey will feel like a flight of bees connecting with
their bottoms when you swing it,Ó Svetlana said. ÒTheir bottoms should
pinken right up.Ó
ÒHow many strokes?Ó Angela asked. Her voice was casual. I
imagined her fingers accepting the implement in her hands and reaching
out to feel its dangling tips.
ÒAs many as they can manage,Ó Svetlana replied.
ÒDo you wish me to draw?Ó Angela said. Her voice sounded sexy,
inspired perhaps by what she could do to us. Her nervousness at seeing the
cat was gone. The cat. The word resounded in my mind like a bullet
suddenly lodged and trapped in my skull but not yet spent. The cat. IÕd
seen them in Pirate movies but never imagined IÕd be subjected to one.
Least of all on my bottom! I pulled at my bonds. Beside me, Katrina gave a
gagged whimper and yanked at the headboard of the bed with her wrists.
It was no use. We were both tied. IÕd seen a woman once, in a Pirate
movie, her dress opened in back and the cat used to threaten her. They had
not struck her. They had ordered her to tell all she knew, but she
wouldnÕt, and just then the hero arrived and saved her.
ÒDo not close your legs, Katrina,Ó I heard Constance say. There was
a slap. Flesh against flesh. Katrina gave a yelp and there was movement
beside me. ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Constance murmured.
ÒShe wants it already, give it to her,Ó Svetlana said to Angela.
ÒNo!Ó Katrina shrieked, but her voice was so muffled they could not
hear, or if they did they didnÕt care.
ÒFor GodÕs sake whip them if youÕre going to,Ó Dave growled. ÒI can
barely stand looking at the sight of their bare taunting asses!Ó
ÒOh, my, Dave feels taunted my you, Katrina,Ó Angela laughed. ÒDo
you wish to tease him into saving you? Hmmm? How naughty!Ó I heard a
rustling sound, as of cat-tails sweeping across a bare back. AngelaÕs
back. Then, suddenly, there was a whistling beside me and Katrina yelped
for all she was worth. I felt her knees bounce on the bed beside me. ÒAnd
you, Cindy, do you want your ass saved too?Ó I heard. There was another
whistling, as of bees in flight. Suddenly I shrieked. My bottom felt stung
all over and I rocked forward, then back, on my knees. My cheeks wobbled
under the blow and clenched. I felt my knees draw quickly across the bed
and my thighs snapped shut behind me.
ÒI told you not to close your legs!Ó I heard Angela say. Another
swing, the cat whistling again behind me, and then my bottom sizzled
under a thousand buzzing, stinger-laden bees. They caressed me quite
painfully all over my cheeks. I screamed. Despite my clamped thighs, the
bees managed to squirrel into the furrow of my behind.
Katrina screamed beside me. Bees assailed her as my bottom flexed
and opened. I gasped. I felt tears plop onto my pillow. My cheeks were
wet. The lips of my sex were wet. My bottom flamed.
ÒOPEN your legs!Ó Angela shouted. Again the cat bit me. I howled.
Crying, I spread my legs, and immediately she struck me again. The pain
was unbearable. The bees found their way into the depths of my furrow
and one of them kissed my anus.
ÒAughghggh!Ó I cried. But the gag kept me silenced. I heard the door
to the bedroom open. Beside me Katrina let out a shrill wail. Despite my
pain I turned my head. Was it my teddy bear? The maid! I felt new tears
burst from my eyes and roll down my cheeks. She looked at me. I hoped
for pity in her eyes, but saw none. She grinned, instead. It was the first
time IÕd seen her grin. She was missing a tooth. I gasped. Could she see
the whiteness of my teeth over my gag? It divided my lips. My teeth were
white, perfect. The cat connected suddenly with my bottom and I gaped at
her. My lips curled back in a grimace and I showed her my teeth, all of
them, and then a scream escaped from my throat.
I buried my face in my pillow. I must have closed my legs again, for
I heard Angela yelling at me to open them. I wriggled my hot bottom,
mournfully. Somehow I managed spread my knees. I showed my fig, my
slit. I shook my hot bottom like a dog shakes himself when emerging from
water, hoping to shake off the pain of the cat.
ÒA hard one now, on each of them, to make them completely
submissive for the men,Ó I heard Svetlana say somewhere behind me. Who
could she mean, I wondered. Us? We were already getting it har--
ÒYEEEEEEEEK!Ó I shouted at the top of my lungs. My face flew up
from my pillow. I heard the maid laugh. There was a sloshing, as of the
chamber pot being lifted, so she could empty my pee. I ground my knees
into the sheet of the bed and swung my bottom about like a hussy looking
for two-dollar johns. I wept. I drew in my ass cheeks and pushed them
out. I worked my bottom, trying to get rid of the pain, quite unable to. I
heard Katrina let out a bansheeÕs wail beside me. The bed was big but it
seemed to rock under our efforts. Then I felt new movement behind me.
Heavy, substantial. The bed dipped behind me and I felt something like a
big flagpole slap against my buttocks.
ÒNO!Ó I shouted. My gag kept me quiet, except inside my head. I felt
fingers parting the cheeks of my ass. They were blunt, large. I felt oil on
their tips and suddenly they were rudely intruding, or trying to, into the
ring of my anus.
ÒBe still girl, I have to lubricate your hole,Ó I heard a gruff voice
say. Dave! No! I expected Steven and was being given Dave! But he was
the biggest, and I the very littlest! Beside me I heard Katrina give a yelp.
ÒHold still,Ó SteveÕs voice said. It was gentle, almost afraid. Dave
was anything but that. He ground a finger into my anus and somehow
managed, with a pained cry from me, to get it in me up to the first
knuckle. I felt like I had a big walnut pushed into my bottom.
Angela appeared beside me. I felt her fingers as they ran through my
hair, heard her voice. It was soft now. Whisper-like. ÒYes, dear, you did
very well,Ó Angela said. I imagined her big bosoms hanging off her chest,
their nipples sweetly lipsticked. Suddenly I turned my head and, though I
was gagged, I sought for the solace of one of her tits.
ÒOh, she wants to nurse!Ó Angela laughed. ÒMay I nurse her,
Svetlana?Ó Angela asked.
ÒShe might bite you,Ó Svetlana replied.
ÒNo, she wonÕt, will you, dear? YouÕll be too busy with Dave for that,
hmmm? Oh, I DO want to nurse you! Let me get your gag off! IÕll nurse you
while youÕre fucked. It will help settle your nerves.Ó Angela reached for
the knot of my gag behind my head. ÒItÕs her first time,Ó she said aloud, to
the maid. The maid only grinned. She was still missing her tooth.
My gag was loosed. ÒOH, DONÕTTTT!Ó I cried immediately. But Angela
at once put my lips to her nipple and made me suck it. I tasted lipstick on
my tongue. I did feel comforted, but then Dave yanked the cheeks of my
ass apart and bumped something long and very hard up against my anus. I
knew it couldnÕt be his finger. It was way too big for that.
ÒUnnnfff!Ó I groaned. I felt a stab in my anus. A stab from a very
wide, blunt instrument. It was slick with oil and grease.
ÒCome on, open up for me,Ó Dave said, rather distressed. ÒGod damn
if that foley catheter wasnÕt bad enough, now IÕve got to break in a virgin.
Ouch! Quit pulling on my balls!Ó He cried. I realized Dave must still be
wearing his leash. Perhaps Svetlana was pulling on it.
Oh, how my bottom burned! My cheeks were all aflame and now, to
make matters worse, Dave was trying to fuck me! I felt his penisÕs
knobbed head press harder at my rosehole. Angela pressed my face to her
bosom, urging me to suck. I mouthed her nipple. I ground my mouth into it
as I felt Dave assault me more deeply from behind.
ÒYes, IÕm starting to go in, just a little,Ó Dave grunted to himself.
ÒSettle down and quit wiggling your ass so much,Ó I heard Steve say
to Katrina.
ÒWider, dear. He wonÕt hurt you. Svetlana wonÕt let him,Ó Angela
told me, clutching me to her breast. ÒThatÕs why she has him leashed. A
quick poke is all she really wants, a nice shot of him stuck in you, with
his shaft sticking out of you, half in, half out. Perhaps sheÕll even settle
for just the head. Let him get that at least into you, so we can all end this
more quickly.Ó Angela stroked my blonde hair as she spoke to me. I
sobbed. My tears speckled the skin of her breast.
ÒGod damn, IÕm going in!!!Ó I heard Steve shout.
ÒWhy do I get stuck with the virgin?Ó Dave complained. He gave me
another deep poke but my cherry hole still resisted him.
ÒSheÕs virgin too, arenÕt you, Katrina?Ó Steve asked hopefully. But
Katrina only whimpered in reply.
DielleÕs camera clicked. The maid laughed. I heard her leave with
the tub of sloshing pee. My pee, and KatrinaÕs. She would empty it for us.
I felt my dew sprinkle the sheets. A wave of intense pleasure passed
through me. I gasped.
ÒSheÕs orgasming!Ó Angela cried.
ÒOh, catch it!Ó Svetlana told Dielle. More clicks of the camera as I
swooned. I felt a rude finger press between my legs and search for my
spot.
ÒYes, girl, have your orgasm, it will make it easier for me to get
myself up you,Ó Dave said encouragingly. I felt my bottom open wider. I
shouted, suddenly, in the throes of my pleasure. He was within! I felt like
a giant cucumber was suddenly in me! I gasped. I felt all the air being
driven from my lungs. Dave worked a finger hard in my slit. I came again,
wetting his digit, feeling him slide even deeper inside me.
ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Katrina cried beside me. She was cumming to! We
were doves, cooing for our masters. They rodded us, skewering us with
their penises. Our roasted bottoms were forced open.
ÒNo, donÕt squeeze!Ó I heard Steve cry. Katrina kept up her chorus of
pretty ÔOhÕs.Õ I heard Dielle scurry to the other side of the bed.
ÒAh, all is lost,Ó Svetlana said. She must have seen his cock flexing,
half in and half out of Katrina (surely he could not be all the way up her!).
The cock ring, the ball ring proved inadequate in the moment of need.
And then me! At first I thought I was having diarrhea! A great
wetness flooded me and I heard Dave, mounted behind me, let out a groan.
It was both of disappointment and relief. He had just the head of his cock
in me, but my squeezings had undone him. He shot himself into my virgin
hole. I felt his seed leaping up in me. I clenched my passage hard. I did
not wish to be inundated with his sperm. I feared he might make me
pregant, somehow. Yet the squeezings that kept back his cock could not
keep out his seed. It got up me somehow and flooded me hard. I gasped. I
sucked upon AngelaÕs tit, hoping somehow she could save me. She stroked
my hair.
ÒThere, there, your first fuck, and in such an unlikely place,Ó Angela
said. She seemed aroused by my ordeal. I felt her hips arch forward
beneath me. My face was suddenly lifted from her breast, lowered. My
lips grazed her tummy. It was smooth, indrawn a little, and she pushed me
past her navel down toward her bush.
ÒNo!Ó I cried. I smelled the perfume of her pubic hair. She offered
me her bush. I found myself licking it, exploring her nest with my tongue.
ÒYes, darling. Lick me like you licked Katrina. Make me cum,Ó
Angela urged. She pushed my face between her legs and made me lick her
directly on her fuzzed slit. ÒMmmm, please, right there. Right THERE!Ó
Angela squealed. I must have found her spot for she shoved her hips even
more urgently in my face.
ÒAhhh, they are all cuming now,Ó Svetlana said. ÒIt is a perfect
ending. Catch it all, Dielle!Ó
ÒI am maÕam!Ó Dielle answered.
I lay disconsolate on the bed. Constance offered me lemonade but I
refused. My bottom was sore. I had to lie on my tummy to keep my fanny
turned to the air. Katrina lay beside me. Her hands were between her
legs, though, and I suspected she was pleasing herself with her fingers.
She squirmed, sighed. I kept my hands pressed to the sheets, palms down,
next to my thighs.
Angela sat on the bed beside me. ÒIÕm going to put cream on your
bottom to help it heal,Ó Angela murmured. I heard a squirt, gasped as a
cold dollop of cream hit my bottom. I heard the click of a camera. Was
nothing sacred? ÒThere. There,Ó Angela said quietly. I stiffened as her
fingers touched my ass. Very lightly she stroked it. I shivered, pressed
my face to my pillow. It was wet from my tears. ÒThe whipping helped
you,Ó Angela told me. ÒWithout it, think how hard it would have been for
Dave to get himself up you.Ó
ÒI hate you,Ó I replied, but my pillow muffled my words.
ÒMy, are you two rising already?Ó I heard Svetlana ask. The men,
Dave and Steve, were strutting around the room, comparing notes on our
bottoms.
ÒWe still have you to do, donÕt we?Ó Dave asked. ÒGod, it feels good
to be out of that fucking cock ring! DonÕt ever put one of those things on
me again!Ó
ÒI want both you boys to put on your pants,Ó Svetlana said. ÒIÕm
sorry, but the partyÕs over. Perhaps IÕll invite you all back again
sometime.Ó
ÒI thought we were going to stay all night?Ó Steve asked. His voice
was high, hopeful. Boyish.
ÒWhat, donÕt you get any except here at my place?Ó Svetlana teased.
ÒI reserve the *right* to keep you all night, dear. But youÕve all performed
wonderfully. I do have other things to do besides orchestrate your sexual
satisfaction, even if I do get to take photos of it. Such a penis. Try to get
it into your pants, Steven. IÕm closing up shop for today. Perhaps we can
do it again.Ó
Constance went to work on KatrinaÕs bottom. Katrina played with
her slit. Her own slit, masturbating. Angela told me I could play with
mine while she creamed me, but I refused. I did not want to be thought a
slut. No one stopped Katrina. I thought perhaps Svetlana would, for it was
obviously not going to help the men get into their pants. But she didnÕt
and, at her insistence, both men did their best to get into their trousers. I
listened to KatrinaÕs soft cries. My bottom began to feel a warm glow
spread across it. The sting of the whip was transforming itself. I sighed.
I wriggled my bare hips against the bed.
ÒYes, it is not so bad, hmmm?Ó Angela asked me. ÒNot so bad after
all.Ó She patted my bare fanny. She rose from the bed.
I dressed. I gave back my nightie. I did not wish to keep it, though
Svetlana said I could. IÕd had enough of that nightie. It had left my bottom
exposed and IÕd paid an awful price for that.
I got on my miniskirt, wincing as I zipped it. I didnÕt dare try to get
into my panties. Svetlana smiled.
ÒMay I have them?Ó she asked. I looked at her, at my undies.
ÒYouÕre strange,Ó I said. I gave her my panties. She put them to her
nose and sniffed them.
ÒMy customers will pay top dollar for these,Ó she said.
ÒOh!Ó I gasped. I could bear no more. Svetlana handed my flower-
printed panties to Constance.
ÒPut them in a bag,Ó Svetlana said. ÒTo preserve their scent.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Constance said. She took my panties over to the
dresser and opened the drawer and took out a small Ziplock baggie.
ÒLetÕs go, dear,Ó Angela said to me. She took my hand.
ÒI want my panties back,Ó I told her.
ÒNever mind. TheyÕll be the delight of someone forever,Ó Angela
assured me.
ÒSome pervert,Ó I said.
We left the bedroom. It was dark in the hall, compared to that room
with all its photographers lights in it. I was thankful for the shadows.
We went downstairs, my hips wobbling uncertainly as I walked. I carried
my heels. I was too unsteady to walk in them. My cunt was sore and my
bottom ached. Katrina carried her shoes. We wore scorched, opened. Yet
my dell was still virgin, and the men knew it. Dave cast me a sidelong
glance. I stuck out my tongue at him.
ÒWe could play some more, back at HeloiseÕs,Ó he said.
ÒNot in my ass,Ó I replied. I stuck out my tongue at him.
ÒNo, no. Not in your ass,Ó Dave agreed. I gave him a frown and he
laughed. The front of his pants was bulging, but he was not so desperate
anymore.
ÒShe is not your slave, dear,Ó Angela told Dave.
ÒSure, I know,Ó Dave said.
The maid let us out the front door. I did not look at her as we left.
Outside, the sun was almost gone. Long shadows stretched across the
street. In the park across the street the children were playing, but I
couldnÕt see them anymore, in amongst the shadowed trees. I could only
hear them.
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