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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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ICEBOUND
Chapter Three
Melanie entered the room. It was Kara and SteveÕs bedroom, but as
Melanie stepped into it Kara, walking behind her, could be heard to intone,
ÒThis is the smoking room. I believe several gentlemen are here.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Melanie mouthed. The girl carried a tray in her hands. It had
a single drink on it. As she came into the room she saw Steve, and for a
moment, just a heartbeat, she felt a sense of relief, for he had his clothes
on, and was sitting comfortably in a chair, as nonchalant as if he were
waiting for a round of cards. Then Melanie caught her breath. For in
looking down, at SteveÕs crotch, where her eyes had strayed so often an
hour before, as they stood saying strange things in the kitchen, she saw it.
His penis. It was uncovered now, the fly burst or unzipped, the thing
standing up like a flagpole. It pulsed, and she felt the throb of it all the
way to her womb. ÒOh my!Ó Melanie gasped.
ÒAh, my drink,Ó Steve said. He beckoned the girl to him. He stared
at her as he did so, but tried to keep his composure, for she was beautiful
and he did not want to seem over-eager. Except, that is, for his obscenity,
which he displayed to her with a casualness which betokened the rough
lewdness of their plans. Kara stepped into the bedroom. She smiled. Her
eyes caught SteveÕs as Melanie came toward the man, tottering on
impossibly high heels. KaraÕs eyes seemed to say to her husband,
ÒI give this to you as a gift.Ó
MelanieÕs hair was luxurious. It was a mass of curls within curls,
all hanging down prettily, swaying as she moved, spilling over her
shoulders but not falling down her back as far as it would normally have,
for it was pinned up in back, in a kind of curl-laden topknot. Her body was
naked, except for high heels and stockings, her lithe young legs walking
precariously towards Steve as her nipples, upraised on her chest, wiggled
in invitation.
ÒThank you,Ó Steve said, and took the single drink off of MelanieÕs
tray. The girl smiled sheepishly. Her eyes fell again to SteveÕs cock and
she saw that he had tied a leather cock ring to the base of himself,
tightly, so that his seed might remain inside him no matter how excited he
became. She felt the length of him with her eyes, her ass cheeks quivering
in all their bare splendor as she looked at him. Kara caught the reflexive
tightening of MelanieÕs bare cheeks.
ÒYes, he will be able to pillage you freely, as deep and often as he
likes, with that cock ring on,Ó Kara said to the girl, to her back, watching
her bottom tauten even further. ÒImagine, a thing like that, pushed up you
to the very root, splitting your poor bowels on it.Ó
ÒY- Yes,Ó Melanie said, her voice a high-pitched quiver. Uncertainly
she stood before Steve as he tasted his drink. Suddenly the man threw his
drink in her face. Melanie shouted. The insult was completely unexpected.
Kara, having slipped into the bedroom beforehand to tell her husband what
she expected of him, now glided up behind the girl and took her by the
shoulders.
ÒYou are dissatisfied, sir?Ó Kara asked her husband.
ÒThat drink was awful!Ó Steve said. Melanie, thinking the whole
scenario real, stammered in a frightened voice,
ÒIÕm sorry Steve!Ó
ÒYou will address me as ÔsirÕ,Ó Steve snapped at the girl. He looked
at her beautiful, dripping face. Her makeup had been perfect, the work of
an hourÕs labor on the part of his wife. Now it was beginning to run.
Melanie broke into a sob. Her chest heaved.
But SteveÕs eyes had strayed to his wifeÕs chest. God, how wickedly
she had dressed! She wore a shelf bra, which lifted and offered her tits,
presenting them like twin naked gourds with the nipples big and
temptingly erect. A collared shirt draped her shoulders, but it was,
despite its long buttoned sleeves, completely opened in front to show off
her chest. Below the swaying delight of her tits her belly was small and
firm, the navel twinkling at him like some invitation to a pregnancy. Her
hips flared beneath her wasp-like waist, as if ready for the act of giving
birth, in contrast to MelanieÕs hips which, owing to her youth, were still
childishly slender. KaraÕs legs were sheathed in boots, again in contrast
to MelanieÕs legs, which looked vulnerable in her stockings. It was a
picture of coy dominance and trembling submission, Kara and Melanie,
with Steve master of all, yet somehow bound to the will of his wife.
ÒWould the gentleman care to discipline the young lady?Ó Kara asked
Steve. The man, holding his empty glass in his hand, watching MelanieÕs
makeup run, said,
ÒYes.Ó
ÒOh, no!Ó Melanie squealed.
ÒTurn around,Ó Steve growled. At once Melanie obeyed, though with
such fearful trembling that she would have fallen had not kara been
steadying her with both hands on her shoulders. Steve looked at MelanieÕs
bottom. Lines from his previous handiwork still showed, pink streaks of
flesh intermingled with white. He had not hit her hard enough to welt her,
except for one especially bright, slightly raised mark down near the
righthand curve of her seat, where the bottomfat merged with the top of
her thigh. There was much work yet to be done.
ÒI see she has been a source of dissatisfaction before,Ó Steve said
to Kara, still looking at MelanieÕs bottom.
ÒYes sir,Ó Kara answered. ÒHer virgin bottom had its first taste of
the cane last night, in an effort to train her. As you can see it did little
good.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Melanie gasped, for her ass was still sore, and she was even
now fidgeting from the sensations which still coursed through it.
ÒItÕs obvious what the problem is,Ó Steve told his wife.
ÒYes?Ó Kara asked. She felt MelanieÕs breath on the cheek of her
face, the girlÕs face uptilted towards hers, her breasts pressing below her
own, into her ribs.
ÒYes she has quite a sensitive bottom, and someone took pity on
her,Ó Steve told his wife. ÒLook how high and fat it still is, the cheeks
thrust out, even as she tries to compress them, but the hips narrow. Your
gentleman took pity on her because of this childish shape of her ass.
However I am a schoolmaster and in my capacity back in London I have
learned not to be beguiled by such innocence.Ó
ÒThen we are in luck, sir, for she has been difficult about the matter
of having anything put into her,Ó Kara answered. She felt Melanie press
closer against her, seeking protection from her even as Kara conspired to
bring about her demise! Steve balanced his glass in his hand. He stared at
the girlÕs young cheeks, furtively tightening, and despite his male need he
wished the moment his wife had concocted, this casual maddening
moment, could last forever.
ÒWell yes as I have said, I have come to fuck. And my preference is
bottoms,Ó Steve told his wife, his eyes on MelanieÕs quaking behind. ÒShe
will do quite nicely, a nice ass. You say she is a virgin?Ó
ÒYes sir. Both in her pussy and her ass,Ó Kara said with a frankness
she found delicious. Melanie lowered her head. Kara felt the girlÕs breath
touch her right breast.
ÒIt is her ass I want,Ó Steve said. ÒHer pussy I will save for later. I
enjoy the torment of forcing a girl to sit on my rod. There is a first time
for everyone, and for everything, and I like the idea of making a girl take
my dick up her ass while her hymen remains still intact. there is a
certain lewdness to it, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒI quite agree, sir,Ó Kara said.
ÒOf course she understands that there is to be nothing between us?Ó
Steve asked Kara. ÒI mean to say that IÕm a married man. I simply wish to
have a little relief on my business trip. I am using her, she understands
that? There will be no ring, except the one on my cock. No promise of a
future life in the West. She will stay here in the uh... Ukraine, doing her
work, or whatever else it is you require of her. There is to be nothing
between us except my cock.Ó
ÒYes sir. She quite understands that,Ó Kara said. Melanie, as if in
keeping with the character she was being forced into, gave a heartfelt sob.
Kara patted the back of her head.
ÒThere, there, girl. You must realize that you are a whore, nothing
more, albeit for the moment a virgin whore. Although we will soon
remedy that.Ó
Steve stood up. He felt the weight of his cock wobble stiffly as he
rose. He reached out and, with his free hand, still holding his empty glass
in his other hand, he gave the bottom presented to him a pinch.
ÒWhoa-HOOO!Ó Melanie shouted. She leapt up on her tiptoes, her
stiletto heels arching up off the ground. Kara held her. The two womenÕs
breasts jostled nakedly together.
ÒI am ready to give her the punishment she deserves,Ó Steve said.
ÒNo!Ó Melanie yelled. Kara held her tight by her slender bare
shoulders.
ÒWhat implement would you prefer?Ó Kara asked her husband. ÒWe
have whips, paddles, a martinet. Last night she felt the cane.Ó
ÒIt obviously didnÕt do much good,Ó Steve said.
ÒNo sir it was wielded with sympathy, as I said. Her first,Ó Kara
told her husband.
ÒWhich is the most brutal?Ó Steve asked.
ÒOf the implements, sir?Ó Kara replied, as Melanie let out another
heartfelt wail.
ÒYes,Ó Steve said.
ÒThe cane, sir,Ó Kara said. ÒIf it is used with briskness.Ó Steve
considered a moment. Of course it had been he himself who had wielded
the cane last night. He had been gentle, but now he wished to be harder.
The whip would slice and cut her, laying thin streaks of red and possibly
welts across MelanieÕs bottom, allowing him to preserve the white
untouched parts of her flesh and only slowly consume them in deeper hues.
The paddle, on the other hand, would spread red across her seat quickly,
turning her entire heinie the color of the sun, all in one go, if he hit her
hard enough. He decided to opt for the slower, more deliberate approach,
the one that would preserve the chaste white remaining parts of her ass
for as long as possible, letting him savor her innocence as he brought her
to destruction. And he decided one other thing too, standing there with his
cock out, Melanie pressed up against his wife and seeking solace against
her softness as she helped him plot the girlÕs undoing.
ÒI want to begin with you,Ó Steve said to Kara.
ÒWhat? No,Ó Kara said.
ÒYes,Ó Steve ordered. ÒAnd furthermore she will do it,Ó Steve said
of Melanie, taking the girlÕs bottom cheeks in his hand. Melanie leaped like
a fish thrown onto a dock at the touch of SteveÕs hands. He squeezed her,
feeling the residual warmth, still there, from the caning heÕd given her
yesterday.
ÒNo, please!Ó Melanie squeaked. But the pressure of SteveÕs hands on
her bottom said volumes. These calloused palms, pressed roughly against
her soft skin, would be used to torment her ass if she did not obey. By
doing as she was told, she bought time for her bottom. ÒAl- Alright,Ó
Steve heard Melanie breathe, a moment later.
It was KaraÕs turn, at Steve and MelanieÕs urging, to assume the
position on the bed. The pose Melanie remembered so well from yesterday,
bottom high, SteveÕs hand holding his wifeÕs head down now as he placed a
cane in MelanieÕs wilting grasp.
ÒWe will begin with this,Ó Steve told the girl.
ÒNo! ItÕs too harsh! She doesnÕt know how to use it!Ó Kara, head-
down on the bed, protested. Steve pressed his wifeÕs face into the pillow.
ÒBe quiet!Ó Steve said. ÒOffer your bottom more. It is as pretty as
hers. You should be proud of it.Ó He looked at Melanie. The bare-breasted,
stockinged girl stood before him, her bush showing, her belly indrawn with
fear. In her soft, white hands she held the black cane. She looked at it
fearfully, remembering its contact with her own seat, which caused her
ass to tighten.
ÒDo your best,Ó Steve told her. He felt the tightness of the cock ring
around his dick. He was glad of it. This was going to be exciting! A total
novice, doing her best to whip his wife, even as she contemplated the
same being done to her!
ÒOh, I cannot!Ó Melanie cried. But she did not let go of the cane. For
she knew, as she stood with her bottom squeezed tight behind her, that if
she disobeyed it would be the worse for her.
ÒDo it,Ó Steve ordered her.
Melanie stepped back. She nearly fell as she did so, her heels were
so tall, but somehow she regained her balance and, standing rather
wobbily at the foot of the bed, she lifted high the cane. She closed her
eyes. Her breasts, still quivering from her near fall, shook some more
with the lifting of her right arm. Her small fist became white as she
gripped the cane with it, the implement poised and ready. She swung. Her
luscious tits flew up and then down, springily, as the whippy cane swished
through the air.
It was a complete miss. Steve broke out laughing as the only damage
done was nearly to Melanie, the girl almost toppling as the force of her
swing nearly took her off her feet. Steve felt his wife flinch. But there
was no contact, and a moment later, the womanÕs seat still intact, she too
began to laugh.
ÒOhhhh, I canÕt do it!Ó Melanie wailed. She let go of the cane. She
retreated, for at once Steve rose up, Kara quickly rolling onto her back on
the bed in order to save her behind.
Melanie ran to a corner of the room. Still clothed, but with his penis
preceding him like some lewd battering ram, Steve came up behind her.
The girl looked exquisite with her hair all done up, piled in a top-knot at
the back of her head, hanging in springy curls down her back. Her black
stockings gripped her white thighs. Her bare bottom bulged at him. Steve
grabbed the girl by her shoulders. They felt warm and naked in his hands.
And frail, so frail, in contrast to her sweet well-fatted young bottom. At
the same moment as he grabbed her he felt her jerk. Because not only did
his hands grab her shoulders, deliberately, but quite without thinking at
the same moment he poked her ass with his dick. Melanie trembled. Steve
let out a sigh. There was no going back now. They both knew it. They both
could feel it. Whatever else happened today, one thing was certain... with
every passing second Melanie was brought closer to her denouement.
Steve drew Melanie out of the corner. He pressed her against
himself, against his maleness. She jerked as her small, straight back
came into contact with his chest. At the same time Steve felt his cock,
the fullness of it, nestle against her bottom. She felt it too. Lewdly his
cock was pushed up by her seat, his dick wedging itself firmly into her
crack, like a snake caught on its belly in a fleshy vise, the head of his cock
thrust up and pressing against the small of her back. Steve peered down,
over MelanieÕs shoulder. He gazed at the hanging lusciousness of her tits.
When he exhaled she felt his breath pass by her cheek and spill onto her
bosoms.
Trembling with his own sudden, desperate need, Steve whispered to
her, ÒI am going to take you downstairs. Just as you are. Untrained,
completely unready for what you will see. It is a risk, I know. I might
frighten you so badly that you will be completely worthless to me, except
as an object of flesh. But I love you. I want you to share what I enjoy, and
I want you to share it willingly.Ó He stroked her soft arm, feeling its
slenderness in his grasp, watching the way her tits shook with new
nervousness at the stroking touch of his hand. ÒI want you to share it
with enthusiasm,Ó he told her. ÒIt will be rough. It will hurt, I make no
bones about that. But you will not, as my wife has told you... you will not
be harmed.Ó He stroked her arm again, loving the way it made her tits
bounce in response, as she trembled under his touch. ÒNow we will play
our game some more,Ó he told her. ÒIn respect of my wife I will say that I
do not love you, and she will pretend that she is giving you to me as a
whore. But I want you to know,Ó he said, still whispering to her, ÒThat I
will have the greatest admiration for you if you can do this for me, and
with me, what we are going to do tonight... downstairs. Do you
understand?Ó he asked her. Melanie was silent. She trembled in his grasp.
A soft creak was heard, from the bed, as Kara got up off it. Quickly,
knowing her time was up, Melanie nodded her head. At once she regretted
it but it was too late, Steve turning her about, showing her nakedness
again to Kara as the woman, her breasts uplifted and displayed by her
obscene shelf bra, strode toward them.
ÒThe girl agrees that the only way to make up for her misbehavior is
to be taken downstairs,Ó Steve told his wife. Kara blinked. That was
their own private room, downstairs, more private even than their bedroom,
where they shared their deepest fantasies with each other. ÒYou heard
me,Ó Steve said to his wife.
ÒBut Steve--Ó Kara protested. She looked at the small, white
quivering girl in her husbandÕs hands. She felt pity for her, even as she
resented what Steve was proposing. To bring such a child downstairs--
into their own special room!
ÒYour bottom will be caned there,Ó Steve said to his wife. ÒDonÕt
think IÕm letting you off. But first I have a few treats for our guest here.
Or, rather,Ó he said, remembering their newly acquired roles, ÒFor the girl
you have loaned me.Ó
Kara reached back. Her hands brushed her seat.
ÒIt is not right for the mistress of the house to be caned,Ó she said
to Steve.
ÒThatÕs why IÕm going to do it,Ó Steve answered. ÒBecause it is so
wonderfully lewd. A young, totally inexperienced girl walloping her
mistress!Ó Steve brought Melanie close to the bed, Kara following. He
picked up the cane from where the girl had dropped it. He placed it into
her hands. Her small palms trembled. He loved the sight of her naked
white breasts shivering as her hands took the cane. And Kara, standing
behind the girl, watching the youngsterÕs bottom tighten. All three of
them knew that, even if Melanie should be given the cane first to use, it
would inevitably be used on her!
Melanie glance back over her shoulder. Her eyes met KaraÕs and, with
trembling lips, she said to the woman,
ÒYou promised. You promised we wouldnÕt use the cane today.Ó
ÒYou will be receiving the whip,Ó Steve said to Melanie. He pushed
the girl forward. Kara gasped. Melanie nearly fell, holding the cane in her
hands, wearing her too tall heels. Steve reached out. He caught the girl
with one hand before gravity could capture her frail body. ÒCome on,Ó he
said to Melanie. His voice was impatient. Behind him, Kara opened a
drawer, in a bureau next to the bed. She took out a whip. It had many
tails. Holding the cane in her hand, looking again over her shoulder,
Melanie saw the whip. She gasped.
ÒIt is SteveÕs wish,Ó Kara said to her. Then she gave a wan smile.
Looking at her husbandÕs strong back, clothed still in his business coat,
she added, ÒThe customer is always right.Ó
They walked down a hallway, Melanie trembling at the colder air in
the hall, which was not well heated, feeling the wooden floorboards creak
under her feet. She gripped the cane, Steve, one hand on her shoulder,
guiding her, Kara, holding the whip, taking up the rear. They reached a
door. Steve told Melanie to open it. The girl reached out and, with
shivering fingers, touched the handle. Drawing in her breath, holding it
now in her mouth, she twisted the handle. Silently she said to herself,
almost as a prayer,
ÒIf he wants to hurt me, let him. I will take whatever punishment
his love for me requires.Ó
Amazed at her resolution, Melanie opened the door. There was
darkness inside. Still holding the girl by the shoulder, Steve reached past
her. He found a lightswitch and turned it on. Melanie saw a flight of
stairs. They led down to another door. With a hesitating step she stepped
out, onto the topmost stair. She went down. Step by step she went and
Steve followed, his hand still poised on her right shoulder. Melanie felt
the cane in her hands. She could hear, just barely, the swishing of the
whipcords in KaraÕs hands, following herself and Steve down the stairs.
She reached the bottom door. She opened it. She was presented with
darkness, a kind of consolation, she thought, for she feared very much
looking on what the room was, what it contained.
ÒBe brave,Ó Steve told the girl. Reaching past her again he found a
lightswitch. He flicked it and Melanie screamed.
Steve held the trembling girl. He let her absorb the sight. Kara,
standing behind them both, swished her whip impatiently.
The first thing Melanie saw was a flat level table. At both ends
were cuffs, connected to heavy chains. A large wheel stood ready, at the
head of the table, to extend its length, stretching whomever was
unfortunate enough to be strapped to the table. Next to the table was a
metal tray. Upon it instruments gleamed, instruments made for cutting,
for prying, for probing, surgical gear of the finest precision. Upon the
table lay a pair of white plastic gloves. The surgeon, though making a
mess of his patient, would manage to keep his hands clean.
In front of the table, down on the floor, there was a cage. It was a
small cage, where someone, crouching, might be kept until their table, as
one might put it, was ready. Or until their surgeon was ready. The table
contained a bowl, and although Melanie assumed the bowl was for water it
had in fact been used previously as a kind of simple potty, by SteveÕs wife,
when she had been kept in the cage by him until he was ready to put her on
the table. Despite the severity of the accommodation, too small to stand
up in and with a bowl as a toilet, there was inside the cage a gag and a
pair of handcuffs. There was also a spreader bar, so the captive, locked in
her cage, could, with her legs rudely forced open, contemplate what such a
ruthless gaoler planned to do with her once he got her up on the table.
Beyond the table there was a whipping post. It was as simple and
uncompromising as the cage. A large wooden pole, thick and sturdy, with
chains hanging down that might be quickly used to bind a captive to it. A
mask hung from a peg near the top of the post. The mask was padded, a
good inch thick, so that, being fitted over the captiveÕs eyes, the
whipmaster could use his victim with complete abandon, worrying not at
all about how hard he hit her, or how deeply his cuts tore into her flesh.
Near the post there was a toilet. It was a real ceramic toilet,
sitting just far enough from the post, and from everything else in the
room, so that whoever was forced to use it had no privacy whatsoever.
There was, up on the back of the toilet, a half-used roll of toilet paper.
And next to the roll, sitting there with as much apparent necessity as the
roll itself, there was a long black dildo.
ÒBe brave,Ó Steve whispered again to Melanie. The girl drew in her
breath. Her scream had faded, lost in the corners of the room where she
wished she could herself run and hide. Melanie stepped forward, her lovely
blonde curls bouncing on her bare shoulders and tumbling down her small
bare back. Steve savored the sight of her white naked behind, still
showing the marks of his handiwork, as she advanced toward the table.
She laid the cane upon it, next to the white plastic gloves. She stroked
the surface of the table with her fingertips. It was made of wood.
Depressions showed in the wood where others, straining, must have been
held by the straps. The table looked very old. Next to it the surgical
equipment gleamed, new and razor sharp. Melanie reached from the table
to a small cutting saw lying on the surgical tray. She picked it up. She
turned it in her fingers, all to aware that even a mishandling of this item,
with her own hand, might slice open or cut off her fingers. Her nipples,
already hard, seemed to stiffen further as she looked at the saw. Then she
replaced it, and stared wonderingly at Steve, and at Kara.
ÒDoes it excite you?Ó Kara asked in a soft voice.
ÒNoooo,Ó Melanie said. But she felt a strange wetness down between
her legs, where she was already moist. And then, with a kind of trance-
like curiosity, she turned and examined the things in the rest of the room.
She lifted the heavy chains, hanging down from the bondage post,
feeling the implacable weight of them in her hands, on her palms,
weighing her down even as she merely touched them. She went to a saddle
at the back of the room, and contemplated its uses, finally guessing that
it was made for a girl not to ride in but to be bent over, so that a cane,
like the one she had brought down with her, could be applied to her. She
gazed at large hooks, strung up so that they hung from the ceiling. She
reached up and touched their points, feeling the sharpness of them against
her fingers, feeling the weight of her breasts quivering on her chest as
she stood on her tiptoes to touch them. She guessed, after some
contemplation, that they would be ideal to hang her up like a half-
slaughtered cow. Then a whip, like Kara had brought, could be used on all
parts of her body.
Melanie went to the toilet. She bent over it. Trying not to look at
the dildo, she pressed the flusher. There was a rush of water. Melanie
giggled.
ÒWhat do you think of our little dungeon?Ó Kara asked the girl,
coming up behind her, her breath whispering across MelanieÕs shoulders.
ÒI love it,Ó Melanie breathed. And she did, in a very frightened sort
of way. It was so horrible, especially to one who stood within its
confines naked, that there was a kind of awe-like quality to it, almost
like a religious experience.
ÒWhat would you like to try first?Ó Kara asked the girl.
ÒI--Ó Melanie spun about. She looked at everything again, everything
all in one glance, drinking it in and letting it rush right to her womb. She
saw what appeared to be a stool. It was covered with a black cloth. It
seemed innocuous. She would appear brave and yet escape their intentions
at the same time. She pointed. ÒThat!Ó she said in the bravest voice she
could muster. Kara suppressed a laugh. Melanie didnÕt mind. She had
escaped! The woman might laugh at her for being shy, for wanting only to
look, not to experience, the things in this room. But her bottom would
thank her for it afterward. Kara, meanwhile, left to the other things in
this room, would probably find herself bent over the saddle.
Melanie advanced to the stool. Yes, she would sit on this, and be
quite safe, she told herself. She reached out and grasped the black cloth
covering the stool. Vaguely she was aware that the cloth came to a kind
of point, a rounded point, but she yanked the cloth away. And then she
gasped. For the stool was no ordinary stool, where she might perch her
bottom and keep it away from harm. It was, in fact, a dildo-stool, with a
big rude male phallus fitted through the seat of the stool, so that it was
quite impossible to sit on the seat without having the dildo rammed up
inside oneÕs body.
ÒOh my!Ó Melanie said in a kind of semi-scream. Steve laughed. Kara
laughed too, and the girl stepped meekly back from the obscene chair.
ÒHow delicious. She wants to take her own virginity,Ó Kara
chuckled.
ÒShe has chosen. Let her entertain us by fucking herself,Ó Steve
said.
ÒNo!Ó Melanie gasped. She backed further away from the stool.
ÒYou will do your best, dear. A nice big penis for your cunt,Ó Kara
told the girl. ÒBut perhaps you would like some wine first? There will of
course be pain. It will make it easier.Ó
To MelanieÕs surprise, Kara brushed past her. She went to a cabinet
at the back of the room, which had, like many of the things in this still
largely unexplored room, escaped MelanieÕs notice. Kara opened the simple
wooden cabinet and inside Melanie saw glasses. Plus several wine
bottles, one of which Kara promptly opened.
POP! went the bottle, and Kara, pouring a glass of wine for Melanie,
and handing it to her, said, ÒIn honor of your hymen.Ó
Steve did not mind. He had wanted to take the girlÕs hymen himself
but, as he contemplated the stool, he thought of all the young virgins heÕd
had in his lifetime and how, despite all his adventures, heÕd never seen a
virgin deflower herself. It would be new. It would be choice, this
awkward young thing struggling on the stool, trying to sit on it and feeling
it forced up into her womb. He nodded. Melanie saw him nod and sipped
from her glass of wine as she looked at him. There was a kind of wordless
communion between them, he wanting to see her commit this atrocity on
herself and she agreeing, however sheepishly, to do herself for him. At
least it would be she who controlled the ascent of the dildo, or, she hoped
it would be, although looking again at the item she wondered just how
much control she would have over it. It was big, black, implacable. Could
she really sit on it without injuring herself? Yet she steeled herself to
the necessity of it. This was what all girls did to become women, wasnÕt
it? Take cock. She gulped down her wine and asked for seconds. Then,
drinking her second glass, she proceeded unsteadily to the stool.
She could barely walk now, feeling drunk and wearing her too tall
heels. She steadied herself by leaning forward and grabbing the stoolÕs
seat. She turned. She stepped back, fitting her foot into a rung traversing
the base of the stool, between two of its legs. She arched up her behind.
Gazing at Steve, tears springing suddenly to her eyes, she attempted to
settle herself on the stool. The knob of the dildo hit not between her
thighs but between the cheeks of her bottom. She shrieked. She leapt up,
straightening her back, standing spread-legged above the stool, her feet
placed on the rungs of it as her cunt hovered above it.
Kara stepped up to the stool. With a tube of ointment in her hands,
she briskly oiled the dildo as Melanie stood balanced above it.
ÒNow sit,Ó Kara ordered the girl. Melanie made a face. Gazing again
at Steve, she lowered herself. The dildo found its mark this time and
Melanie, gasping in a high-pitched voice, felt it pry within the lips of her
cunt.
ÒOh God,Ó Melanie said, rising a little, but then urging herself down
once more. Again the dildo intruded, splitting her cunt.
ÒVery good,Ó Kara, standing behind the girl, urged.
ÒKeep going,Ó Steve ordered, admiring the girlÕs front, the quivering
of her tits as she pressed herself cunt-down on the dildo.
Melanie spread her thighs and gritted her teeth. She urged herself
lower. She felt the knob on the shaft push up into her cunt, the sides of
the thing heavy between her legs.
ÒEeeek!Ó Melanie cried, when she felt the knob of the thing come into
contact with her hymen. She leapt up again, full off it, and stood
trembling above it, looking spraddle-legged down upon it.
ÒShe prefers to have it up her bottom,Ó Kara laughed.
ÒNo!Ó Melanie cried. Steve stepped forward and, fearfully, the girl
jammed herself down again, making sure the dick went into her cunt, and
not, as he seemed intent on doing, into her ass. Again she felt the awful
splitting, again she cried out as she felt the knob of the thing press hard
against her hymen. But with Steve hovering just inches in front of her
now, his cock nearly brushing against her belly, with Kara, stepping close,
breathing upon her back, she knew there was no escape. She must do
herself, in her cunt, or they, in revenge, would have the thing up her ass.
Melanie pushed herself lower. She felt a sudden sharp pain.
ÒNoooo!Ó Melanie cried, and would have sprung up again, but both
Steve and Kara grabbed her by her shoulders. They pressed her down. Not
hard, not with a rude immediacy, which might have injured her, but
slowly, implacably, with love. Melanie felt herself rupture inside. She
felt a trickling of blood. It ran down to the lips of her cunt and then
trickled along the insides of her thighs. The couple pressed her lower.
ÒThis will make you ready for sex,Ó Kara told the girl.
ÒIt is good that you have this first. I am bigger,Ó Steve whispered.
And indeed he was, as Melanie noticed, gazing through tear-filled eyes
down at him, at his hardness, as he pushed her down upon the lesser
member, which, nonetheless, was quite big for her. The black dick
burrowed deep. Melanie felt it flex under her weight. It was like a real
penis, bending to accommodate itself to her, so that she would not be torn
apart on it. It ascended, it drove into her womb. Kara judged its depth and
told Steve to stop just as Melanie felt the thing bump against the back
wall of herself, deep within her.
ÒShe is small. She cannot take all of it,Ó Kara whispered to her
husband, over MelanieÕs shoulder.
ÒMove up and down now,Ó Steve told the girl. ÒPleasure yourself on
it.Ó Together he and Kara lifted Melanie. The girl felt a wave of relief but
it was too late, she was broken upon the thing, the blood of her
maidenhood staining the insides of her thighs. Together the couple nearly
lifted her off the device. Then, at the last moment, they rammed her down
again, impaling her once more on the phallus. Up and down they moved her
now, Melanie gasping and crying out, until the moving pressure of the big
thing inside her caused her to cum.
ÒIs it not delicious? And it is only the beginning,Ó Kara promised, as
she and Steve pulled the hapless, wriggling girl off the phallus. They laid
her gasping upon the table. Gently they fitted her into the cuffs. Melanie
felt her body stretched, her arms and legs pulled in opposite directions by
the tight cuffs, her breasts upthrust, nipples straining as if for love at
the ceiling. Steve donned the white surgical gloves. He drew the metal
tray close. Kara put herself to the wheel, stretching Melanie further, as
the girl lay gasping and sobbing upon the hard wood of the table. Steve
picked up the cutting saw. He stroked MelanieÕs right breast with it. The
girl gasped. She looked down at herself, through tear-filled eyes,
watching as Steve circled her upraised nipple with the edge of the saw.
Melanie opened her mouth to scream but Kara, letting go of the wheel,
jammed a gag into her open mouth. It was made of leather. Quickly the
woman raised MelanieÕs head and bound the gag in her curls at the back of
her head. Melanie felt the fullness of the gag in her mouth. Steve circled
her right nipple again with the cutting saw.
ÒSo perfect,Ó Steve breathed. ÒBut it would be too easy for you to
simply have your nipples cut off. I can torture them more if you retain
them. With clamps,Ó he said.
ÒOh, goodie!Ó Kara sighed. As Melanie bit haplessly into her gag, the
woman stepped away. A moment later she returned to the table, and what
Melanie saw in her hands made her scream. But the gag silenced her, and
she could do nothing as Steve, taking the clamps from his wife, fitted
each of them to MelanieÕs nipples. An explosion of breath shot out of
MelanieÕs nose as she felt the clamps bite into her skin. Her mouth was
gagged, the only way she could express herself now was by snorting like
horse. And that she did, madly, as she felt the clamps press and bite
against her, against her precious slim little nipples, hurting her in most
sensitive spots, save for her already violated cunt.
Steve hung a lead weight from each of the clamps. They were
independent clamps, neither connected to the other, and when Melanie
shifted the weights, hung from her, toppled off her breasts and hung down
along the sides of herself, toward the floor, pulling her tits with them.
ÒYou will wear these as you cane my wife,Ó Steve told the girl.
ÒImagine the pain of having these things swinging and dangling from you,
pulling on your sensitive breasts, as you punish my wife. And that is not
all,Ó he said. ÒIn a moment I am going to turn you over. I have a treat for
your bottom as well. It is a series of beads, on a string. Anal beads,
theyÕre called. IÕm going to make a tail for you, jamming them up your
virgin butt, so that they dangle and swing from your ass as you cane my
wife. Imagine the discomfort of having them up inside your bottom, as you
swing the cane! With each movement of your arm, of your body, you will
feel the little beads in your rectum, splitting you, gnawing at you, probing
at your virginity, or I should say at your newly lost virginity, for you will
be a virgin no more with those beads stuck up inside you. And all the
while you will know that they are only the beginning, preparing you for the
stool. Yes, you will sit upon it!Ó Steve told the gasping girl. ÒIt is
smaller than I am. You need to have it before you can take me.Ó
Blinking rapidly now, Kara, at SteveÕs direction, undid MelanieÕs
cuffs. She unbuckled the cuffs that held the girlÕs wrists, as Steve
unbound MelanieÕs ankles. Kara gulped and looked at her husband as the
girl was freed. Was he really going to allow her to have her bottom caned
by this novice? As soon as Melanie felt her arms and legs freed, she rose
up on the table. But Kara, along with Steve, grabbed hold of her. Against
her wriggling, kicking resistance, they managed to turn her over.
ÒBottom up,Ó Steve told the girl, as she felt her stomach and her
hips and her breasts and her face slammed down on the table. ÒBottom
up!Ó Steve said again, more loudly, and Kara slapped the girlÕs behind with
her bare hand.
ÒOoooh!Ó Melanie cried. Sluggishly she lifted her ass, contracting it
fearfully as she did so. Kara slapped her again, and Melanie let out another
wail.
ÒYou will learn the command,Ó Steve told the girl. His wife, as if on
cue, found a bottle of vaseline and gave it to him. Still wearing the
surgical gloves, he now grasped at MelanieÕs bottom. Her cheeks tightened
further. ÒOpen!Ó Steve yelled.
ÒDo not resist,Ó Kara advised the girl. And then, in the midst of all
the frightening commands and forced movements, Kara added, in a soft
voice, ÒSuch a pretty bottom.Ó MelanieÕs heart raced. She felt both
alarmed and excited by the display she was making with her behind, lifting
it, showing it, feeling SteveÕs hands grope it and spread it as if he were
coaxing her to give birth to turds. And then, in her awful distress, held
down on the table by KaraÕs hands pressing now to her upper back, Steve
urging her to lift her ass ever higher, Melanie felt a sudden, queasy
embarrassment. It emanated from deep in her gut. With a gasping,
frightened snort, Melanie realized she had to go to the bathroom!
She tried to speak. But the gag kept her silent, reducing her hoped-
for words to babyish gurgles. Frantically she jammed her ass cheeks
together, even as Steve worked to pry her open.
ÒBe still, dear. There is a place for everything,Ó Kara told the girl,
her voice seemingly laced with a kind of soft understanding, even as her
hands kept Melanie pressed hard to the table. ÒThink of a formal ball. Is
that not a place for grand costumes, and exaggerated manners, and
delicious refinement? And the workplace. Is that not where we
emphasize efficiency and punctuality? In both places one must wear a
certain prescribed attire, covering up, everything neat and formal, with
bras and panties and stockings and garters and blouses and dresses,
nothing showing, except perhaps an ankle, or a bit of leg, or the uncovered
length of oneÕs arm, the neck, the face. All else is hidden from view, left
to speculation or the imagination, but certainly never seen. Here it is
different. Here what is normally covered in proper society is uncovered,
shown, displayed, admired. Such as your lovely young ass. You move
abruptly when I say that, trying to rise. Bad girl! Do not shift about so on
the table. Do you need the cuffs again? You will have them if you need
them. Here arms and legs are dispensable, an unnecessary impediment to
what must be done. It is the bosoms that are on display here, or the male
prong, or the bottom, whether it be a manÕs sexy ass or a womanÕs fuller
behind. Or your childish sassy arse, wiggling around as my husband tries
to give you what you need. You will be opened, dear. It is the purpose of
our being here. Your hiney will take center stage -- lift it more -- be
proud of it and show it and let what must happen to it happen. I think she
needs the cuffs, dear,Ó Kara said, looking from the girl to her husband
again.
ÒShe needs more than the cuffs,Ó Steve said, for at that moment, as
Melanie wriggled on the table, frantically trying to contract herself, the
end of a turd came peeping out of her ass.
ÒOh my,Ó Kara said. But she kept her hands firmly on MelanieÕs back,
not letting the girl rise, except for her ass. It stuck up high, Steve holding
the girlÕs bottom cheeks with his hands, as her ass, contracting and then
releasing, delivered a turd onto the table.
Plop! went the warm turd. It was followed by a second, which landed
on the first, the two of them mashing wetly together. Plop! Plop! Plop!
came three more, in rapid succession, as Melanie, mewling through her
gag, still making frantic attempts to get up, went to the bathroom on the
table.
ÒItÕs not as if thereÕs no decorum at all here, dear,Ó Kara said to the
girl. Her voice was disapproving.
ÒShe thinks she can just go however she pleases,Ó Steve said
disgustedly.
ÒStill, they are delightful little turds,Ó Kara laughed, though the
smell of them made her wrinkle her nose.
ÒShe didnÕt have to poop in my face,Ó Steve said.
ÒShe thinks we admire her bottom so much that we want to see what
comes out of it,Ó Kara told her husband, still keeping a firm pressure on
MelanieÕs back.
ÒI want to see what can go into it,Ó Steve answered. Kara looked at
her husbandÕs penis.
ÒYou should loosen your cock ring,Ó she said to him. ÒYour knob is
turning purple. Steve looked down at himself. His wife was right-- his
penis was turning a glaringly ruddy color. It had had enough of the ring, at
least for a moment.
ÒDamn. It will hurt to take it off,Ó Steve swore.
ÒOf course. You let the blood pool in it,Ó Kara said. She smiled. ÒIt
would make an excellent target for Melanie to practise her whipping on.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Steve said. His face paled.
ÒI think we should show Melanie the true spirit of our dungeon,Ó Kara
said. ÒEqual pain for all.Ó
Steve let go of MelanieÕs bottom. He reached down to his groin.
ÒIÕd better untie it,Ó he said, but his wife, still keeping Melanie
pressed to the table, said,
ÒNot yet, dear. Please. It is a very fine thing and I wish to test it.Ó
Steve looked at his wife, his hands poised on his dick. He could
release himself, but it would be against his wifeÕs wishes, a
disappointment to her. It would, indeed, be a cowardly act.
ÒAlright,Ó Steve said, taking his hands off himself. He looked again
at the table, at MelanieÕs turds. ÒWhat do we do about those?Ó he asked
Kara.
ÒWe could make her eat them,Ó Kara answered. Melanie, hearing the
words, managed to buck. Steve rushed to restrain her but, escaping KaraÕs
hands, the girl rolled off the table. A moment later she was standing
naked before them, grabbing at the back of her head to untie her gag, her
lovely bare tits jiggling before her, thrust up and wonderfully out by her
posture. Her clamps dangled from her, their lead weights swinging. But
Melanie was afraid of the clamps, despite the pain they caused her. She
didnÕt know how they were put on and she knew nothing about getting them
off. So she went first for her gag, yanking at it with both her small hands.
ÒSee how eager she is to eat her turds,Ó Kara laughed, as Melanie
untied her gag. The leather popped out of her mouth.
ÒOoooh! TatÕs horrid!Ó were MelanieÕs first words. Her lips still felt
distorted from the gag, making her mangle her speech. Kara stepped
around to where the girl was standing. Melanie regarded her with a kind of
wide-eyed horror. But she stood rooted to the spot, like a rabbit in
headlights, and it was no trouble for Kara to grab the girl by the back of
her head. She gripped Melanie by the very curls that she had taken an hour
to weave the girlÕs long hair into. Then, holding Melanie firmly, she thrust
the girlÕs face forward. She pushed it down to the table.
Splat! went MelanieÕs pretty young face, with the slightly-smeared
makeup, that Kara herself had applied. Melanie gasped as her face was
pressed into her turds. The smell, and the shit itself, filled her nostrils.
It oozed into her frightened, wide-open lips. It smeared her cheeks.
ÒEat!Ó Kara ordered the girl. Melanie thrashed her head back and
forth, desperate to get free of the womanÕs hand. But Kara, despite the
elegant slimness of her arms, was strong. She held MelanieÕs face to her
turds. At last Steve took pity on the girl and said to his wife,
ÒFor GodÕs sake, let her up!Ó Kara obeyed. It was a decidedly
different Melanie that greeted SteveÕs gaze when his wife lifted the girlÕs
face. Gone were the pretty long lashes, the cute little button nose, the
pouty red lips. Instead was a mask of mud, stinky mud, covering most of
the girlÕs face and even soiling a few strands of her pretty long hair.
Steve roared with laughter. Kara broke into giggles. Melanie, mortified,
stood bare white and naked, except for her stockings and heels, with her
face an ugly brown.
ÒWhat if your parents saw you now?Ó Steve said to the girl. ÒI think
you might get a spanking,Ó he laughed. ÒYour first from them, and one you
richly deserve, IÕm sure, with your own shit all over your face and your
blood from your broken hymen staining the insides of your thighs. ItÕs too
bad your father isnÕt here. I suppose IÕll have to give you what you need.
But all in due time. My dick is killing me.Ó
ÒIÕll wash her face,Ó Kara said. She pushed the girl forward, guiding
her with her fist in her hair at the back of her head. The lead weights
swung from MelanieÕs tits. Her face distorted into a grimace. The girlÕs
hands flew to her bosoms, to stop their wobbling. ÒCome, we must go
upstairs for a minute,Ó Kara said to Melanie, ignoring the girlÕs distress at
her tits. Kara looked at her husband. ÒI want to show Melanie how strong
you are when I return.Ó SteveÕs hands were toying again with his penis.
He looked warily at his wife.
ÒI think she already knows,Ó Steve said.
ÒNo, not the strength of your arms and your hands,Ó Kara answered.
ÒYour penis.Ó She paused. ÒYou know what I mean,Ó she added. She looked
down at SteveÕs purplish knob. ÒKeep your ring on until I come back,Ó she
said.
A few minutes later Kara returned. MelanieÕs face was clean. Her
makeup had been repaired. She still wore the tit clamps, wincing a little
with each step she took, the wicked things swinging and dangling, tugging
at her sweet uptilted breasts and making her fear that her bosoms, when
finally released, would no longer be pert but instead droopy and sagging.
ÒYou are young and healthy. You have many years before you have to
worry about sagging tits,Ó Kara told the girl. She knew the fears that ran
through oneÕs mind when the awful weights were hung from oneÕs nipples.
She gave Melanie a slap on her bottom. The girl jumped. ÒYou are being
tested,Ó Kara said. ÒYou must learn to endure, as Steve is going to show
to us now.Ó
KaraÕs husband sat on a wooden bench. It was near the wooden table,
where the remains of MelanieÕs shit still lay, a reminder to them all of the
girlÕs inexperience. Steve had removed his clothes. He was the most
naked of the three of them now, all hairy and brawny, his clothes piled at
the base of the table, next to MelanieÕs little pile of turds. His cock, still
bearing the ring, was an awful purple color. It stuck up like a flagpole, as
outside the parameters of SteveÕs control as MelanieÕs young bottom-hole
had been.
ÒMy, my, time for that ring to come off,Ó Kara said to Steve.
ÒWhat did you do, play with her makeup?Ó Steve asked. He looked at
his wife, at the girl. Kara still wore her open sleeved shirt, her shelf bra
and boots, but she had donned a hat. It was a policemanÕs cap. Melanie,
her eyebrows re-lined and her face powdered, her lips a ruddy red, had
both her wrists pulled behind her back. When she came up to Steve, Kara
leading her with a hand in her long curled hair, the man saw that she was
wearing metal handcuffs.
ÒIÕm teaching her that just because we undress for our dungeon,
doesnÕt mean that we go completely naked,Ó Kara smiled. ÒHow pretty she
looks, in her titty clamps and handcuffs, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Steve agreed. Melanie sighed. Her breasts lifted and fell
with her breath, sending both her lead weights into a new little dance.
She grimaced.
ÒDonÕt speak,Ó Kara told the girl. ÒYour mouth will be used for other
things down here.Ó She looked at her husband. ÒGo to the rape rack,Ó she
said.
ÒYou want me immobilized?Ó Steve asked. He looked annoyed.
ÒYour cock wonÕt be immobilized,Ó Kara answered. ÒGo. I wish for
our little friend to see how brave and strong you are.Ó It was SteveÕs turn
to sigh. He got up from the bench. He walked across the room, both Kara
and Melanie admiring the slim compactness of his male behind.
ÒHe does have a nice one, doesnÕt he?Ó Kara whispered to Melanie.
The girl nodded. Then she gasped, for her nod caused the weights on her
nipples to swing to and fro.
Steve stopped before a large wooden structure. It was shaped like
an upright ladder. He turned and put his back, and his bare ass which the
two females had admired, against it. His cock stuck out in front of him.
Kara and Melanie walked up to him. Steve reached back with his hands and
gripped the ladder. Kara let go of Melanie and took hold of her husbandÕs
right arm. It was big in her hands. Lovingly she stroked his arm, tracing
the swell of his bicep. Steve flinched as she reached down and took a
strap and wrapped it around his right wrist. Then, with Melanie watching,
she went to his left arm and buckled that into place. Steve stood with his
hands fixed to the ladder, drawn back to it, his chest sticking out and,
below his flat indrawn stomach, his cock making a lewd display. Kara
stroked her husbandÕs thigh. It was thick and hairy, but she did not linger
long over its manliness, moving instead to what dangled between it and
its brother: SteveÕs balls. They were full with his need, swollen like a
big ripe half-grown coconut, brimming with milk, husky with his brown
pubic hair. Above them stemmed his cock, and the cock ring which so
awfully restrained him, keeping his seed down in his balls, no matter what
he might suffer or enjoy. But his dick was purple now, and it was time for
the ring to come off.
ÒMmm, how big and magnificent you are,Ó Kara said to her husband.
Feeling his length, she looked at Melanie. ÒKneel,Ó she said. ÒService my
husband.Ó She stepped to the girl. She took her arm.
Frightened, yet excited, Melanie knelt down on the wooden floor of
the cellar. The wood hurt her knees, but she was too pained by the nipple
clamps, too awed by SteveÕs penis, to care. She opened her mouth.
Blinking, smelling him now, she drew close to his tortured knob. As Kara
returned to her husband, she offered the man her tongue. Its cool wetness
touched the tip of SteveÕs cock. He groaned. Kara laughed. She stroked
SteveÕs hard dick, MelanieÕs soft warm mouth engulfing the end of him
now, KaraÕs long fingernails tickling the bulging veins of her husbandÕs
penis as he felt Melanie attempt to suck out his seed.
Steve gasped. He felt a welling in his balls.
ÒDonÕt lose yourself,Ó Kara admonished her husband.
ÒI-- God, she has such a perfect mouth!Ó Steve cried. He was looking
down now at the girl, at himself, at her, the two things conjoined now, her
lips sucking his knob as if he, as if his member, were the center of her
universe, as if she could think of nothing but him, of his hardness, and of
what he had to offer her.
In the event, he offered her his pee. MelanieÕs eyes, which had softly
closed, flew open as she felt a warm liquid gush into her mouth. At first
she thought it was SteveÕs seed, but its warm streaming urgency soon
signalled otherwise, smelling and tasting too much like what she herself
could produce with her own bladder! MelanieÕs head shot back. She
released Steve, but he kept on peeing, despite the restraining tightness of
the cock ring. His urine splattered MelanieÕs face and fell warmly onto her
breasts. Kara laughed. She put her fingers to SteveÕs cock head and deftly
squeezed him. The stream stopped. Steve groaned.
ÒNaughty boy!Ó Kara said. ÒYouÕve peed in our little guestÕs face!Ó
Melanie was mortified. But there was nothing she could do but stare
at her hosts as Kara, tickling her husbandÕs cock, spoke softly and
cunningly to him. ÒYour penis must be punished,Ó Kara said to Steve. ÒI
am going to get a whip now. I will have Melanie undo your ring. When you
are free, when you feel the first rush of blood return to your cock, then I
will test your strength. The strength of your penis. Do not cum! Suffer
the whip grandly, enduring its strokes like the true man you are.Ó
Kara stepped away from her husband. Rolling her bottom luxuriously,
its pale whiteness an invitation to her husbandÕs eyes, she walked to a
shelf. She rummaged across it, her fingers seemingly skating over its
surface, over the collection of implements there, all lying prone, or rather
horizontal, in the position her husbandÕs penis was in, except that he did
not need a shelf upon which to display his length. She returned with a
prize of her choosing: a small pony whip.
Melanie gasped. She watched the little whip swing to and fro as
Kara brought it toward her. There was such a gleam of mischief in the
womanÕs eyes that for a moment Melanie, shrinking back, feared that the
whip would be used on her. But the woman stepped past her and went to
Steve. She dangled the whip in front of him, watching his eyes play over
its moving length.
ÒThis is for your penis,Ó Kara whispered to her husband. She turned
to Melanie, who crouched fearfully on the floor. ÒNow you will see the
true nature of sensuality,Ó Kara told the girl. ÒAll our lives we have been
taught to fear pain, to avoid it. But a sensuous life must include pain, if
only to heighten the pleasure. Is not our purpose here to experience in the
full range of emotion?Ó she asked rhetorically, of the speechlessly open-
mouthed girl. ÒOf course it is,Ó Kara continued. ÒAnd pain is as grand an
emotion as pleasure, as fulfilling, in its own way, if only in the relief one
feels when it has passed. I will whip my husband, and then I will pause.
During my pause, you will bend forward and lick him. Do it lovingly,
soothing away the pain that IÕve given him. Back and forth we will go, you
and I, myself the wicked one, you the little angel which anoints him with
your tongue. Do it eagerly. Do not look so frightened. Are you afraid for
him? For his cock? DonÕt be. It is big and strong. Ideally we would do
this in a place of refinement and luxury, absolute luxury, in a palace, or a
harem, where a man might fear being emasculated if he is not allowed
some way to demonstrate his masculinity. And this is the method, of
course, I as the Queen, Cleopatra perhaps, and you as my little princess. I
am going to have you free him in a minute. When you do, when the ring is
removed, his blood will rush into his cock. The pain will be tremendous.
He will thrust and stab at the air, breathtakingly, and you will catch him
in your mouth and give him a little suck. Then I will have you back away,
loosing him, and I will have at him with the whip. When I pause, it will be
your turn again, coming forward once more to suck him again. Round and
round we will go, pleasure following pain, until at last he spends himself.
It will be your turn then, wherever we may be in our game. You will come
forward rapidly, if you do not already have him in your mouth, and you will
take him full in the face. I would prefer that you suck down every drop of
his cum but you are new, and I can only expect so much. Remember to
come forward when he begins spending; do not back away! Let him spurt
into your pretty face. You do not deserve such a fine tribute, of course,
being just a little slut, but I will let my husband honor you with his
passion in order to give you training. In time you will be punished for not
taking him down your throat, swallowing his seed into your stomach, but
tonight I feel lenient and will be happy if you let him splatter you.Ó She
turned to her husband. Softly taking his cock in her hand, which was quite
big in her grip, like a large banana being captured and pulled upon by some
curious tourist, she said, ÒBut donÕt think, my dear husband, that I am
going to forgive you for losing yourself. I have something for your balls if
you find that you cannot control them.Ó Kara went again to the shelf,
taking her time, savoring as she walked her husbandÕs desperate eyes on
her ripe naked body. When she came back, what she brought from the shelf
this time was even more fearful than the whip. Melanie gasped in seeing
it, thinking at first that it might be something for one of her tits. It was
a vise. It was made of cruel gleaming metal, and it was obviously for the
insertion of something at least vaguely spherical in shape to be put into
it. Once inside, the thing (whatever it might be) would feel itself
clamped, the metal sides of the device squeezing it mercilessly.
ÒNot that!Ó Steve gasped. He looked wonderingly at his wife.
ÒYes, dear. If you could amuse yourself by putting one of my tits in
it, I see no reason why it canÕt be used on your balls. Tonight instead of
calling it the titcracker, we shall call it, more appropriately I think, the
nutcracker. I think I shall use it on you in any case, whether you cum or
not. Perhaps it would be wiser for you to spend yourself as youÕre
whipped. How delicious it would be for me to squeeze your seed out of you
afterwards, using this!Ó Kara laughed. She laid the ÒnutcrackerÓ on the
floor by her husbandÕs feet. He stared down at it, looking past the length
of himself as he did so. His cock quivered; Melanie, gasping a little,
inched forward, her mouth open, as if to protect him.
ÒUntie the cock ring,Ó Kara told the girl. Melanie, her hands still in
metal cuffs, looked at the woman speechlessly. ÒUse your pretty lips,Ó
Kara said to the girl. It is no more complicated than untying your
boyfriends shoelaces with your mouth. Have you not-- oh yes, you are
quite the virgin. I forgot. Or at least you were, until this evening. Put
your mouth to my husbandÕs cock ring. Pull on the string that binds him
with your teeth and your lips. It will come undone. It has been tied on, it
can be untied. Hurry, girl! He is turning an awful purple!Ó
Trembling, her naked tits shivering, Melanie crawled forward. The
jiggling of her nervous breasts made her tittie clamps jump and swing,
bringing a grimace to her face and tears to the corners of her eyes. She
opened wide. She offered her mouth to the cruel leather ring which bound
the base of SteveÕs dick. Using her tongue, she drew in the little bit of
string that dangled from his ring. She bit it and pulled on it, closing her
lips as she did so, despite her yearning desire to put Steve in her mouth
and suck him. Steve groaned. Worshipfully Melanie released him. The
moment the leather came undone, Steve thrust himself forward. The
sudden jerk of his cock caught her off-guard. With the ring still half-
binding him, Steve stabbed at the air. The end of his cock caught in
MelanieÕs hair and probed it as if it were a lance and she were a veil of
mist, a black sorceress, a thing to be ripped into and killed. Astonished,
Melanie jumped back. Again and again Steve continued to parry, to jab, to
poke at nothing, at everything, a scream rising from his throat as he felt
his own blood rush with full vigor back into his penis.
ÒAughgghghgh!Ó Steve cried. As his scream split the air Kara, all
poise and dexterity, in contrast to MelanieÕs abashed wonder, swung down
her whip.
Crack! went the whip, upon SteveÕs penis. His scream erupted from
his chest more loudly. Instinctively Melanie bolted forward, despite her
fear of the whip, wanting to soothe him.
ÒStay back!Ó Kara called to the girl. ÒHe must have more than one
stroke before he may have you.Ó
Crack! Crack! Crack! Helplessly Steve bore the whipÕs lashes. The
wicked thing left red marks on his dick, contrasting a little with the
purple of his memberÕs skin, he shouting as Melanie gasped with
remorseful sighs.
ÒThink of him ramming that up your ass and you wonÕt feel so sorry
for him,Ó Kara said to the girl. She kept hitting Steve, yet jealously eyed
Melanie too, for she did not want the girlÕs sympathy to cause Steve to
love her more.
ÒPlease, stop!Ó Steve gasped.
ÒOh, stop!Ó Melanie, who was kneeling quite safely out of range of
the whip, cried out.
ÒHe must be punished!Ó Kara yelled. She was becoming visibly
heated with the effort of striking her husbandÕs cock. Her breasts, lifted
and spread and brazenly displayed by her bra, quivered like fresh mounds
of jello. Her nipples, already spike-like in shape, grew harder still, the
points becoming as rigid as stiff little pebbles, the surrounding mounds
wobbling with rich bosomy ardor.
ÒAll that is concealed elsewhere is displayed here,Ó ran through
MelanieÕs mind, as she stared at the womanÕs tits. Her eyes then flitted to
Steve, madly offering and showing his cock, like some randy junior high
school boy. ÒYes,Ó Melanie breathed, suddenly smitten by it all. She
arched up, still on her knees, showing her tits to Steve and hoping he
would admire them. When he did not immediately notice she shook
herself, giving a display of her ripe breast flesh, as wanton as some
dancer in a smoke-filled bar. Kara noticed. She frowned at the girl.
ÒYou look like some rearing young filly, prancing in a pony show,Ó
she told Melanie. ÒTurn around if you want to impress him. You have
gorgeous tits but he is an ass man. Turn around!Ó Kara ordered. Melanie,
dizzy with the excitement of the moment, did as she was told. Without
needing further instruction she put down her head and arched her bottom
at Steve. She spread her legs. She bucked her behind at him. Looking
down, Steve gasped at the rude display of her feminine glory. Her perfect
ripe bottom, her sweet little cunt poised tightly under the swell of her
ass. He marvelled, as he stabbed at the air, at the way that she opened
herself to him, arching herself so that her cheeks split before him,
showing off her hiney-hole to him, so small and tight. It was her virgin
hole, and she offered it now to him in mock surrender, knowing he could
not quite reach her, no matter how hard he speared the air. Gaudily she
played before him, repeatedly jerking her rump at him, opening her ass
with all her might, straining to crack her bottom apart. Her hands
assisted, despite the cuffs restraining her wrists. Rudely she pulled at
herself, at her hinds, yanking her ass crack open as far as it would go.
ÒWhat a showoff!Ó Kara said. But there was delight in her eyes, for
the girl had learnt her first lesson. What she would have been mortified
an hour before to show, she now showed freely. Her cunt, her ass, her
bottom-hole! ÒSomeday you will show yourself like that at a party, at
SteveÕs command, knowing that he is going to put you to every man in the
place, who will take you without regard for the pain he causes,Ó Kara said
to the girl. ÒIn fact,Ó she added, Òeven women will be impressed. They
will want that darling little ass of yours as much as the men do!Ó
Melanie screamed. The haunting promise was too much for her. Yet
in that moment of regret, before her senses returned and she pivoted about
to face Steve again, no longer offering him her ass, she gave one final
push, one last offering. Her bottom nearly touched his cock. Steve was
aware of the closeness of her rondure. He groaned. He reached with his
dick but he could not quite get at her.
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