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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LOVE CHILD
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Chapter Sixteen
I lay on the bed next morning, face down, naked, the whip marks still
blazing across my bottom. They had yanked back the blanket and tossed
me down on the exposed sheets like a sack of potatoes. IÕd been too tired
to note it at the time, their roughness had seemed gentle, after the ordeal
in the saddle.
I let the cool morning air wash over me, gently caressing my hot-
bulbed hiney. It felt soothing, I shivered. My hands lay by my side, palms
up. I breathed softly into my pillow.
Lifting my hips, I slipped my hands protectively over my quim. I
cupped my sex, settled myself back into the sheets. I felt wet down there,
moist and oozy, the sperm still dribbling out of my honeypot. TheyÕd used
me, thoroughly and without remorse. And me? Et tu, Brute? IÕd obeyed,
responded energetically. Still the glancing eyed little girl, of course, but
more accomplished (and more of an accomplice!) than ever.
A bit later they roused me. Danielle and Rebecca bathed me, quickly
and unceremoniously. I had the feeling Danielle would have lingered over
me, the courtesy of her Asian ways bred deep, but Rebecca kept of the
demeanor of a flinty Bildad. They pulled me out when IÕd been scrubbed
and toweled me down. Taking me back into the bedroom, Rebecca opened a
closet. Danielle murmured something, and Rebecca bent down and plucked
a pair of brand new sneakers from within the closet.
ÒHere, put these on, weÕre going out,Ó Rebecca said. She tossed down
the sneakers in front of me.
ÒOh, theyÕre pretty!Ó I said, feeling very feminine from all the
attention that was being paid to me. I was still the starlet, even after
last night, even after revealing all my charms to them. They still loved
me, still thought of me all the time. They still wanted more.
I plunked my fanny down on a leather-covered hassock. It felt sleek,
well oiled, though it was of course perfect for sitting on, not oily at all. I
laced up my pretty new tennies, slipped my feet into them, tied them. I
felt oddly erotic, putting on shoes with no clothes. Perhaps clothes were
not required. Perhaps we would hike in the nude. Or maybe I would just be
nude, their ornament, their plaything. They would be fully dressed, lest
we should come upon campers, or a forest ranger.
The women had slipped out a minute but now Danielle returned. Her
eyes beckoned me to stand. I did, feeling still a little stiff, though I was
recovering rapidly from my nightÕs trials. I was young. They knew I could
take such things easily. I was made for it, as all young girls are, despite
what the feminists might say. I was, to speak scientifically, (as my
biology teacher once did), Òin the prime of reproductive fitness.Ó HeÕd
been a kind of heretic, telling the truth, not towing the politically correct
party line. IÕd dreamed once of sleeping with him, of proving his thesis
correct. Now I had. But he had not been here to enjoy it. I pitied him a
little, a bachelor, uncomfortable with women, though not so
uncomfortable as to avoid telling young girls the truth about their bodies.
Danielle smiled, tied a yellow chiffon neckerchief around my slim
throat.
ÒMay I have something to wear?Ó I asked hopefully. She herself was
half-dressed now, in trousers, boots. SheÕd just put them on, being naked
as myself a minute ago, when theyÕd found shoes for me.
ÒYou wonÕt need anything else,Ó Danielle smiled. ÒClothes arenÕt
required where weÕre going. Especially for you. YouÕre being taken along
for your body, nothing else. You know that, donÕt you?Ó
ÒWell,Ó I said, speculating, ÒIÕd like to be taken for my mind too.Ó
ÒYour mind?Ó Rebecca laughed, entering. She was dressed smartly in
jodhpurs. Chukka boots, made of suede, encased her feet. A whip was
thrust through the belt of her trousers. Like Danielle, she was topless.
ÒWe donÕt need your mind, dear, your bubblegum fantasies, or mental lists
of the latest records that you want from the mall. But young, beautiful
bodies that can, as they say, Òtake a licking and keep on ticking,Ó are
always welcome. Not that we ladies would necessarily make you a part of
our party, of course. We canÕt help but be a little jealous. The less
females the better, as far as weÕre concerned. But the men, you know, like
John, are hopelessly unfeminized. Maybe Bill Clinton knows how to march
to the drumbeat of the feminists, but few other men do, especially those
who can FUCK!Ó She said the word loudly, giving a toss of her head. In her
coarseness she seemed strangely alluring to me. Would I one day be as
powerful as she? Confident, determined, holding her beauty lightly, as if
she could do whatever she wanted and never lose it. And she hadnÕt, so
far. She still had a figure that could make young boys spill just by
walking past them, her breasts big and firm and daunting, hips curved,
powerful. She was sexually potent, toxic to marriages and fidelity. Yet
she knew even she could not compete with the squirming, supple,
schoolgirl at the mall. Oh yes, men loved full-bodied women. But the
innocent eyed, precocious girl, the one next door with unwittingly come-
hither eyes? What could a man do when she plopped herself on his lap,
wiggled her bottom saucily, looked up at him and asked him what a Òblow
jobÓ was? And oh, yes, sheÕd have so many other questions to. All the
time jiggling her little tits and wriggling her ass with promising vigor.
And what if she asked him to come upstairs, to see her teddy bear
collection, after giving his groin such a thorough workout as she sat on it?
Would the cold, liver-spotted hand of Janet Reno be strong enough to deter
him? Would he be weak-willed enough to let it? Or would he unzip
himself at last, Agamemnon unleashed, Hercules about to embark on his
many labors?
ÒOh, how big it is,Ó Little Red Riding Hood would coo at the wolf, and
invite him into her bed. Grandmother could stay away from home, for all
she cared. Grandmother could draft laws and write memos at the Justice
Department. Nature would proceed unhindered, as it always had in the end.
Four million years of nature pitted against 30 years of feminist
Òrevolution.Ó No contest at all.
John himself entered then, and showed the true nature of the manly
spirit then, the camaraderie between them, their ability to take control at
once, though they allow the females wide latitude, saving their authority
only for the necessary moment. And, to my dismay, this proved to be such
a moment.
ÒIÕve met an old friend of mine,Ó John said. ÒHe has a new wife, and
they are visiting England. I owe him a favor and I want to repay him.Ó
Without even acknowledging me, he said to Rebecca: ÒI have promised her
to him.Ó His peremptory manner of speech brooked no dissent. The ladies
glanced at me once, Danielle smiled sweetly, Rebecca showed no emotion
at all. And then they walked out, the three of them, leaving me behind.
Disconsolately I sat down on my hassock. I balled my hands into
fists and dropped my chin onto them. What was this? Was I merely
property, to be donated at will to another man?
My thoughts were interrupted then as a woman strode in, much like
Rebecca, with an imposing demeanor. She was clad just as Rebecca had
been, and I thought I was seeing double when Rebecca strolled in behind
her. I did not even notice the man who came in until a few moments after,
for just then Rebecca pointed to a selection of flagellation implements
hung near the bedroom door. The new woman gazed at them a moment,
then picked a paddle. It had a slender handle but a round, seat swatting
Òbusiness end.Ó The woman gauged its weight, apparently finding it
acceptable, and turned to me. I had risen to my feet, perhaps with an
impulsive whispering of my conscience that I must defend myself. Indeed,
the paddle bothered me. A whip has a certain elegance, but paddles are for
little girls. I wasnÕt as old as they were, but I wasnÕt an eight-year-old,
either!
ÒSo this is the little one?Ó the new woman asked, eyeing me. She
had large, gorgeous bosoms, uptilted, which showed off her dollar-sized
nipples to great advantage.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca said. Then she addressed me. ÒBarbi, this is
Candace. Come and kiss her.Ó With dragging steps I came forward then.
As I drew nearer a certain passion inflamed me. Perhaps it was my nudity
before so many strangers, perhaps it was the fact that everyoneÕs
attention was focused directly on me. Softly, sweetly, I parted my lips. I
let my eyelashes flutter closed, offered my tongue even as Candace
offered her own. Their tips touched, ever so lightly. I felt as if Candace
was afraid of hurting my tongue with her own.
We eased closer together. My high-set, pointed breasts met the
points of her own. Our nipples seemed to spark as they touched. My mouth
pressed closer to hers. Hands still modestly at my side I let her take me,
driving her tongue deep into my mouth. She lifted her hands, grasped me
by my narrow waist. Below my hips began wiggling. I could not quiet
them. A lust was within me.
Our mouths separated. Candace looked at me, the color dancing in
her cheeks exquisitely. I blushed. Her paddle dangling from a cord looped
about her wrist, Candace lifted her palms. She gathered my breasts in her
hands, holding them gently, as if they were precious hothouse fruit grown
in the midst of winter. My nipples sprouted even more fiercely, proud and
erect. My blush deepened. My bottom cheeks jiggled plumply, I bade them
be still but they refused.
ÒDoesnÕt she have delightful titties?Ó Candace asked her husband,
who drew close to us, admiring us both.
ÒYes,Ó he breathed, his voice heavy, obviously affected by our sweet
girlish kissing. Walking behind me he examined my bottom. ÒI can see her
fanny is popular too.Ó Perturbed, I instinctively clasped my hands to my
seat, covering the fading marks there. I felt embarrassed letting others
see what had been inflicted on me the night before. It was as if some
privacy had been violated. Something deeper than just being nude. Being
naked and violated, that was worse. ÒI love a girl who can take a good
spanking,Ó the stranger said. Only later would I learn his name was Kevin.
ÒYet, you know, you do look a bit frail for it. I like to be rough with my
girls and you are still so young, rather bony in fact, with long skinny legs,
stick-like arms, tiny shoulders. Only your bosoms seem properly filled
out.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Rebecca said. ÒThat little heart-shaped ass of hers
needs a good spanking, and much more frequently than its been given up
till now. Imagine a girl of her age going about unchaperoned! She has been
on the loose since last August, going wherever her little teenage mind felt
like. I swear, these girls today, they should all be properly enrolled in a
same sex school and given lots of homework every night. How are we
women ever going to hold onto our husbands with little imps like her
sashaying around town?Ó
ÒWell, we shall give her some discipline then,Ó Kevin laughed. He
was young, and his wife also, both of them in their 20Õs. No doubt he
wondered if Rebecca didnÕt see his own wife as a sexual threat also.
Perhaps, I thought, Rebecca had engineered this whole exchange herself.
She had played with me and now she was desperate to get rid of me before
John fell in love with me. Women can plant things in menÕs minds, and
make them act on what they foolishly think are their own ideas. IÕd known
that trick since second grade, when IÕd gotten the man up the street to
walk me to school every day, for my Òprotection.Ó IÕd given him my best
bug-eyed look and made up a story about a Òchild molesterÓ lurking in the
park. The rest of the year he walked me to and from school, this elderly
retired man, carrying my books for me and greeting me every morning with
a big lollipop. Girls do have their ways.
Kevin, young and lusty, said we must be on our way. He had on an
Eddie Bauer field jacket and carried a hunting rifle, for our protection or
our obedience I knew not which. The only one of us to be fully clothed, he
led us out a back door, where Danielle intercepted us. Her eyes sparkled
when she saw me. I realized sheÕd taken a liking to me and wasnÕt about
to just let me go, perhaps never to see me again. ÒOh please, may I
come?Ó she asked. ÒWe could take my new jeep, and ride in the open air.Ó
ÒBut the girls,Ó Kevin began, still making for what I guessed was his
limo. We were in a semi-enclosed parking lot. He knew we could not stay
long in public view, what with me totally naked and Candace topless. I
glanced around, saw only passing cars in the street some 50 feet away.
None of them, hurrying by, had noticed us yet. But soon one surely would.
Without even arguing Danielle simply drew us toward her jeep. She
was still dressed as IÕd seen her before, in jeans and boots. Perhaps it
was her animal magnetism that pulled us along in her wake, making even
Kevin forget his limo.
ÒHere, put these on,Ó Danielle said, giving Candace and I thin little
t-shirts with no sleeves and plunging necklines. We shimmied into them,
and she put one on herself.
ÒWhat about panties?Ó I asked.
ÒThe sides of the jeep will block anyone from seeing your bare legs
and pussy,Ó Danielle replied. ÒNow letÕs get in my jeep. As soon as we get
outside London IÕll put the top down and we can ride bare-breasted,
enjoying the air. Kevin, would you drive please? Girls, you can both sit up
front if you wish and IÕll get in back with the picnic-basket. I like being a
back seat driver,Ó she added with a smile.
We hopped into her jeep, young and carefree, except I myself was a
little nervous about riding around bare-bottomed in London. Kevin took the
wheel and a moment later we peeled out of the lot.
Upon reaching the countryside, Kevin put the top down electronically.
At DanielleÕs insistence we girls peeled off our tops and let them flutter
away in the wind. We passed a slow-moving tractor a minute later and,
catching sight of our condition at the last moment, a pop-eyed farmer
gawked as we slipped past him. Soon we were enveloped by woods, which
gradually deepened into a spooky forest. The air was cool and I felt chilly,
wishing to have my shirt back.
ÒOh, itÕs invigorating,Ó Candace said. For the first time on our
journey she broke the question of sex, lightly putting a finger between my
legs and diddling my clitty.
ÒNo, donÕt,Ó I said, shivering.
ÒHow prettily your nipples stand up in this chilly air,Ó Candace said,
still tickling my private. All three of us had stiffened nipples because of
the drop in air temperature. Kevin glanced around at all of us, admiring
the sight.
ÒKeep her on the edge of her seat,Ó Kevin told Candace. And so she
kept at my clitty, and soon I was doing a little lap dance in the front seat,
like some girls do in bars, except I was still sitting in my own seat.
Kevin found a gravel path, almost hidden by two overhanging,
interlocking trees. He told us to duck as he turned into it. Moss covered
branches, hoary and smelling of ferns, brushed into the jeep as we passed
under them. We seemed to have passed into a kind of forboding fairyland
when I looked up. A place of elves, where darkness brooded even at high
noon. The canopy of old trees here was so thick that little light got
through. The place was in a kind of perpetual twilight, and mushrooms
grew here, richly, right up between the stones that formed our road. Kevin
ran over them uncaringly. I heard quiet night sounds, despite the fact that
it was still afternoon; owls hurrying, and the scampering of little
creatures as we passed.
The road dwindled as we drove down it. The rank grass lining the
gravel way closed in gradually. Finally the grass was really the road, and
the rocks only bare oases within it. And then the trees came on. One
brushed the side of our jeep, scraping it. Two more looked like they would
block our way, but Kevin managed to get us through.
ÒAs tight as a virgin,Ó he muttered as, the sides of the jeep losing
paint, we just scraped by.
ÒOh, my poor jeep!Ó Danielle sighed behind us, but otherwise did not
protest. We went on another two miles then, as if the twin trees had
somehow been grown by the gods of this place to dissuade only the timid.
At last, topping a small rise, we saw that nature, by design or otherwise,
had won at last. There was a stand of trees, blocking the road and closing
in all around us, and we could go no further with the aid of a machine.
From now on it would be on foot, sojourning through the wood strictly on
natureÕs terms, no better equipped than the animals crouching and
scampering amongst the leaves of the forest floor.
ÒTime to get out!Ó Danielle said brightly. She had been here before,
I guessed. We tumbled out of the jeep, Danielle carrying a backpack,
Candace only her paddle. Danielle swung the backpack up onto her back,
which made her titties stick out quite alluringly, her little fists closing
around the straps of the pack where they slipped over her shoulders and
under her arms. SheÕd had the basket transferred from KevinÕs limo into
her jeep before weÕd even stepped into the parking lot. Now sheÕd taken
the essentials from the picnic basket and put them into the backpack.
ÒWe can come back later when we get hungry,Ó Danielle said. But
Kevin had a light nylon backpack stuffed in his vest, and he took it out.
ÒStick the rest in here, and IÕll carry it,Ó he told Danielle. Nodding,
she took it and began filled his pack for him.
ÒWhatÕs in yours?Ó I asked Danielle, wondering just what the
ÒessentialsÓ were that she mentioned.
ÒOh, enemas, condoms, stuff like that,Ó she replied, without looking
up. I shivered. A moment later the pack was full and Danielle handed it
back to Kevin. With one quick, easy motion he put it on, still holding his
hunting rifle in his other hand. Then, leading the way, he set off into the
trees, with me following right behind him, Candace with her paddle behind
me, and Danielle taking up the rear.
Between the four of us, only I was totally naked. Of course I wore
my tennies to protect my feet from the twigs and pebbles scattered along
the forest floor, but otherwise I was in the raw, all pink and white, with
even my bottom now a milky white. I felt like a newborn babe, taking in
the world for the first time ever. And mama, striding along behind me,
would spank me if I misbehaved, I thought, then just as quickly put that
unpleasant thought out of my mind.
ItÕs an amazing thing, walking through a forest naked. Your whole
body feels alive. I could feel my nipples, exquisitely stiff, as if they
wanted to poke back at the branches that jabbed and grazed my skin. I
stepped daintily through the tangle of underbrush. I felt like some captive
princess, taken by a white African explorer, treading through jungle to
some unknown destination. Kevin tried to push as much of the brush aside
for me as he could, breaking off branches, stamping down overgrown grass.
Now I knew why heÕd donned gloves when we got out of the jeep. His thick
trousers and long sleeved shirt protected him. I thanked him once, twice,
for helping me. He only smiled, slightly, betraying just the slightest
emotion. Candace scolded me, called me a baby, but otherwise let me be.
Danielle only smiled, gazing up at the canopy. Birds flitted among the high
boughs, sunlight dappled our skin. Then the trees would just as quickly
close in again, nearly blocking our way, shrouding us in evening shade.
We came to a little brook, babbling innocently, the water rushing
through it from some winter snowmelt down to the distant sea. Kevin led
the way across it over a path of little stones. They looked like monkÕs
heads to me, shaved by centuries of wear by the quick-flowing water. I
stepped lightly upon them, not wanting to get my tennies wet. Yet
secretly I wished to splash and play in the water, like children would.
They would have played all day here, forgetting such things as dildoes and
condoms and enemas. But the water was cold, I saw, as it splashed in its
lustiness upon my legs. I was chilly enough in my nudity. I did not need to
get any chillier. Behind me Candace came on with her paddle, swinging it
lazily. Her breasts loomed, bare as my bottom, her nipples cherry red and
rigid.
ÒHurry up!Ó she said. I wished to stop, admire the little tadpoles
wiggling through the clear water. Candace urged me on, though, saying we
mustnÕt dally.
ÒHunters sometimes come, to shoot deer,Ó she said. ÒIf we linger
they may find us and consider us a better catch.Ó
ÒWell, it might help if we wore clothing,Ó I said, pouting.
ÒSuch a spoilsport!Ó Danielle said. ÒGet that jiggly hiney of yours
moving, girl!Ó So I stepped across to the bank on the other side, where
Kevin waited for me. He gave my ass a slap and told me not to talk.
A bit later we came upon an orchard, long lost to the woods, and I
saw ripe fruit hanging from the trees.
ÒOh, apples!Ó I cried. I skipped ahead and plucked one from a tree and
bit into it. I was hungry. I hadnÕt had any breakfast. The others seemed
not to mind this particular outburst of mine. Danielle picked several for
us and put them in KevinÕs pack. But we did not stay except for a moment.
Candace, as always, urged us on. So I walked along, biting into my apple,
enjoying its sweet/sour tang. It was juicy. I tried not to let the juice run
down my arm, my chin, drip onto my nipples. A few drops escaped,
sprinkling my teats. They wiggled as I walked. I was Eve born anew, and
with Candace only a few steps behind me I knew I would be punished for
my sin.
Finally, just as I was beginning to tire, we reached a little house. It
seemed partly log cabin, with rough-hewn horizontal logs making up its
walls, but partly gingerbread house too, with a brightly tiled red roof
sitting atop it.
Kevin glanced around at us, then knocked at the door. To my
surprise, an old woman answered. She smiled at us.
ÒMy, but youÕre a sight for sore eyes!Ó she giggled. She regarded
Kevin. ÒSo youÕre Mr. Tremont, then, is it?Ó
ÒYes mother,Ó he replied.
ÒThe mother of the woods,Ó Danielle whispered in my ear. SheÕd
drawn close to me.
ÒWell, you must take off your clothes before you come in,Ó Mother
Woods said. Danielle unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down. Candace,
seeing that even Danielle obeyed Mother, did likewise. ÒYou too, young
man,Ó Mother said to him, eyeing his crotch. Reluctantly Kevin put down
his rifle, took off his pack, and undressed. Danielle, not wearing anything
above the waist, kept her pack on. Within a minute we were all nude.
Mother even made me take my shoes off, and the girls their boots. Then,
all four of us trembling a little, we stepped into the confines of her house.
ÒAh, to be young again!Ó Mother said, admiring our bodies. Within all
was hushed, quiet, even the sounds of the surrounding wood gone once
Mother closed the front door. Candles, sweet smelling, were the cabinÕs
only source of light. Deep-pile furs carpeted the floor near the fireplace,
where a log burned contentedly, casting out a bathing glow of warmth. It
was old and heavily charred, the fire mostly within it now. Red glowing
embers sparkled along it.
ÒYou children must have some nourishment before you get about your
play,Ó Mother said. With a sideways glance she took note of KevinÕs cock.
It stood up eagerly, vibrating with the beat of his heart, obviously ready
for action. ÒThey grow so big these day,Ó Mother muttered to herself,
wandering into her kitchen. We followed, slightly embarrassed in our
nudity, our nipples all upstanding, clittys hard, our hands restlessly
brushing our thighs. Mother made us sit down on a hard wooden bench, all
four of us in a row like children at preschool. We wiggled on our seat,
shifting our buttocks, restive. She brought us hot soup.
My titties danced in little circles as I ate, my heavy breasts moving
with every hungry spoonful of soup I lifted to my mouth. The other girlsÕ
breasts shifted with a similar charm, and Kevin watched us from the
corner of his eye, stroking himself furtively as he ate his own soup.
ÒNow, now, young man! WeÕll have none of that at the table,Ó Mother
said, swatting KevinÕs arm. With a flushed face he moved his hand away
from himself. We girls all giggled.
Dinner was followed by a dessert of strawberries and whipped
cream. We took turns dipping our strawberries into a bowl of cream. I got
some cream on my titties. Candace censured me, then licked the cream
from my breasts with long, loving strokes of her tongue, sending ripples
of agonized desire down my spine. I tried to push her away but Mother told
me not to. Danielle got up from her seat and took a fresh strawberry and
used it to spread cream on one of my tits. Then she too licked it off,
while I strained to keep from rubbing my pussy with my hands.
Kevin, seeing the attention I was getting, stood up and lanced the
bowl of cream with his cock. The girls looked up in delight. Forgetting
me, they turned to him and began eagerly cleaning his organ. I looked down
at my breasts, still smeared with cream.
ÒYou are so very sweet, dear,Ó Mother said, sitting down backwards
on the bench beside me. She ran a finger through the cream on my nearest
breast and popped it into her mouth.
ÒHow long have you lived here?Ó I asked, attempting to ignore the
squeals Candace and Danielle were making as they fought for the last
drops of cream on KevinÕs cock.
ÒOh, some time now,Ó Mother replied. ÒBoys and girls like yourself
visit me now and then, so they can play freely and not be disturbed by
their parents or the concerns of the outside world. I feed them, draw
baths for them, clean up after them...Ó To my right Candace had got hold of
KevinÕs cockhead and was sucking it eagerly, while Danielle licked at the
corner of her mouth, hoping to steal KevinÕs plum from her. ÒIÕm
compensated quite nicely,Ó Mother continued, dropping her finger to my
dell. I eased my thighs apart, welcoming the attention, even if it was
from some mysterious old woman. Some gypsy lady, long thought dead.
She traced spiraling lines upon my private, circling inward until she found
my clit. I shivered, my back arched, my breasts juggled themselves on the
thin-ribbed latticework of my chest. ÒYes, quite nicely,Ó Mother breathed.
ÒAnd not just monetarily either. Why, all the queenÕs pound sterling in
BarrenÕs Bank couldnÕt buy her what I have, no, no.Ó
Just as easily as sheÕd begun teasing me, Mother stopped. She stood
up and told the girls to stop playing with KevinÕs cock. Disappointedly
they let him go, and I saw that heÕd almost come, the pre-cum oozing
freely from the tip of his enormous, shuddering manhood. Mother said it
was time we saw our playroom, and the other Òamenities,Ó as she called
them. She led the way from the kitchen and we traipsed along behind,
Danielle and Candace slapping at each other as each of them tried to get
close to Kevin. He ordered them both forward, denying both an intimate
walk with his stiff organ. He followed instead, his risen cock pointing at
them like a sword, threatening to impale their bottoms.
ÒThis is the bathroom,Ó Mother said, pointing into a small room.
There was a showerhead jutting from one wall, in a little cell that had no
door. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a large round wooden tub. I
saw I might just fit into it if I sat down and drew up my knees. Beside it,
on the floor, lay a clean sponge and scrub brush. A bar of white soap sat
on a counter, also of wood. A bowl in the middle of it formed a sink. The
bowl itself was porcelain. There was a door, and mother said that outside
it was an outhouse where we could go to the potty. ÒIn your playroom, of
course, there will be a chamber pot,Ó mother added. ÒI realize that
sometimes you young ones simply get too busy with what youÕre doing to
run outside and go. And of course sometimes you wonÕt want to be
disturbed, or interrupted. It can be embarrassing to have to go use the
potty while youÕre wearing nipple clamps, or a dildo up your fanny.Ó She
glanced at me, knowingly, and I shrank back with shame. ÒYou have a nice
ass too, young man,Ó mother said, turning to Kevin. ÒHave you had it
plugged before?Ó
ÒNo, and I donÕt intend to,Ó Kevin said gruffly. Candace and Danielle
laughed, their boobs juddering merrily, lifting their hands to their faces,
as if to catch the laughter as it spilled from their mouths.
Mother showed us our bedroom next, but it was only for sleeping, she
said, when we got pooped out from playing. It was a small bed, barely big
enough for the three of us. WeÕd probably have to sleep partly on top of
one another, I thought, our hot breath mingling, our limbs entangled.
Finally she showed us our Òplayroom.Ó I nearly lost myself when I saw it!
There was a stool in the middle, for what evil I knew not, with
overhanging chains. Beyond a trestle stood, its leather pad waiting to
receive some poor victimÕs belly, her arms and legs tied off to its legs by
ropes that waited for just such a purpose. Whips lined the walls; bull
whips and little pony whips and nine-tailed thongs, accompanied by riding
crops and birch rods, canes made of the finest bamboo and broad flat
tawses.
It was all rather primitive, though, the floor rough wood and the
walls planed but unpolished. ÒTch! Tch! IÕd forgotten that the last group
spoiled my carpet,Ó mother said. ÒRun out and get your shoes back on,
boys and girls, I donÕt want you getting any splinters in your feet from
this awful floor!Ó I spun about, quite eager to heed her advice. I had no
need of her makeshift dungeon, as I had a sinking feeling I was intended to
be its star performer. Candace and Danielle followed me. They put their
boots back on as I sat on a treestump and tied my tennies. Then, Kevin,
booted also, he directed us back inside, making sure I went too. I could
not imagine what else to do. All around me were the silent woods, and I
was lost in them now, I knew I could not find my way back to the jeep,
didnÕt have the key even if I had. And it sat at the end of a forgotten road,
a gravel path no car ever travelled, except by invitation, following
explicit directions given in advance by mother herself. I was truly a
captive now, with no escape, with nothing to guide me but my instincts.
My bottom cheeks huddling anxiously, I returned to the playroom
with the others. Mother bade us to have a good time and closed the door
behind us. She locked it from outside. Light filtered through an old high
window along the far wall, but otherwise it was gloomy.
ÒWell, I guess we should light some candles,Ó Candace said, seeing a
box of wooden matches lying on a small table. She and Danielle went
about the room lighting candles, which hung from metal holders on the
walls. Kevin and I watched, his hand palming my bottom.
The room lit in a flickering glow, Candace and Danielle rejoined us.
She looked down at her own nudity, her bosoms sticking out brazenly, their
nipples hard and erect, and blushed. Then she looked at us.
ÒI suppose we should get started,Ó Candace breathed. ÒThis place is
rather expensive.Ó She ran her tongue over her upper lip, wetting it,
relishing the sight of our bodies even as she gloried in her own nakedness.
There was so much that could be done here to a body, and Danielle carried
more in her backpack, which sheÕd set by the wall. ÒDanielle? Any
ideas?Ó Candace asked. She turned her head toward her companion, her
near-white cornsilk hair swishing lightly over her body. I realized that
behind her smooth exterior, trying so hard to seem worldly, Candace was
perhaps as unsure as I was.
ÒIÕm not quite the vixen I appear,Ó Danielle blushed. Her lovely black
hair fell into her eyes as she bowed her head slightly with Oriental
modesty. ÒI just recently acquired the dungeon in London from a dead
relative. IÕve learned a few tricks, though.Ó Her eyes looked up almost
helpfully, without any hint of cunning or design.
ÒI know,Ó I said ruefully, remembering that she wasnÕt quite entirely
the ingenue she made herself out to be. She shot a glance at my nipples,
wiggling freely now but only hours ago captive within her tight little
clamps. She laughed, told Candace and Kevin about what sheÕd done to me.
I flushed, my cheeks reddening.
ÒWell,Ó Candace said at last, licking her lips again. ÒLetÕs do the
enema thing then, shall we? IÕve never had one, and I imagine every girl
must, sooner or later, and Kevin said I must have mine sometime this
weekend in any event.Ó Kevin nodded, wordless, seemingly in awe of his
newlywed wifeÕs boldness. With mature grace she asked Danielle to get
the enema equipment from her bag, while inviting me to join her in a
submissive posture on the floor. She got us both two pillows each to rest
our knees and faces on. With great reluctance I let her persuade me into
kneeling beside her, my bottom saucily upturned, my face pressed into the
pillow. My breasts hung pendant. I stuck my bottom up as high as I could
to keep my swaying, tender-nippled teats from scraping the floor.
Kevin stroked himself freely, admiring us. Danielle filled an enema
bag with wine.
ÒIf you come IÕll make sure you get one of these up your butt too,Ó
Candace admonished her groom.
ÒDonÕt worry, I can control myself,Ó he replied. They were new at
this, strangers together, embarking on a quest for sensual delight, sexual
pleasure, as all newlywed couples must. Danielle and I were just guests,
playmates, coming along on their ride. I could feel the sexual tension
between them, Candace with her marvelous bosoms, bent over like some
dairy cow in a wooden barn, Kevin a farmer with bestiality on his mind.
Rosy never had a prettier bottom, I dare say, and looking at it every day,
milking her privates, well it just got to me officer...
Danielle found a pole, perhaps one left there for just such a purpose,
though it was made of wood, and hung her enema bag on it. Trailing down
from it was a single tube, which split into two tubes about halfway down,
each one leading to an nubbed end that Danielle now set about greasing.
ÒDonÕt just stand there, get some vaseline and prepare their
assholes,Ó Danielle said to Kevin. Candace turned her face to me.
ÒAre you ready?Ó she asked, obviously somewhat nervous herself.
She shivered like some little girl about to be given a big lollipop, or taken
into a new theatre for the first time, to experience some promised
spectacle.
ÒI guess I am,Ó I replied. ÒThough now would be an excellent time
for me to visit the outhouse.Ó I imagined locking myself inside, waiting
to come out until theyÕd exhausted themselves on each other and were
ready to go home.
ÒSilly dear, you must be brave,Ó Candace said. She was solicitous
all of a sudden, a nurse with a new patient. She kissed me lightly on my
lips. Then she opened her mouth, let her tongue protrude, and I offered her
mine also, impulsively, feeling the heat rise within me as my exposed
pussy greeted our friends, feeling moist suddenly, something IÕd not felt
since IÕd been teased by Candace in the jeep. I guessed her snatch was
dewy now too, and we kissed with a frank abandon, drilling our tongues
deep into each otherÕs mouths, waiting for the inevitable impalement of
our bottoms.
KevinÕs hands came to us, his pointing finger on each hand drilling
into us simultaneously. We jerked, bucked, kept kissing one another for
mutual comfort, reassurance. He cranked his fingershaft around,
lubricating us all around our rims and within to the first few inches.
Danielle watched, expectantly, holding her still-clamped enema tubes in
each hand. Then he withdrew, leaving us rearing back for more, wanting
him and not what was to follow.
As Kevin watched, his organ thick and menacing, leaping now and
then with sudden uncontrollable surges of anticipatory passion, Danielle
introduced the twin tubes into our fannies. I flinched, not wanting it, she
urged me to be still, forcing it in deeper. At almost the same time she
began threading Candace with a tube of her own. The woman bucked once,
stilled her hips. We left off kissing for a moment as we dealt, each in our
own minds, with the prospect of having something go up where things
were only ever supposed to come out. Candace was determined to show
herself to be a proper wife, able to accommodate anything her husbandÕs
passion required of her. I simply had no choice, I was a prisoner, though
sometimes my conscience whispered to me that I was really a prisoner of
my own device. I might have been in school, you know, studying latin or
geometry, instead of flirting with newlywed games.
ÒWhen you are both juiced up properly IÕm going to take both of you
at once!Ó Kevin crowed. I stole a glance over my shoulder at his thing. It
was stiff and the knob was purple. I daresay he was close to coming just
looking at us. But he had a stalwart member, I could see, and if he could
hold himself in long enough heÕd certainly give us both the reaming of a
lifetime. I shuddered. I wanted him and yet I didnÕt.
ÒOooch!Ó Reality, in the form of an inward snaking tube, intruded
upon me.
ÒHold still dear, IÕve got it almost halfway up,Ó Danielle admonished.
ÒOooh! Must we do this?!Ó Candace begged, seeming now to wish to
be let off the very thing sheÕd proposed. Playfully Danielle withdrew the
tubes slightly and then urged them in again, back a forth, fucking us with
them. ÒGaak! Just DO it, you crazy girl!Ó Candace half-laughed, shaking
her head at what sheÕd let herself in for. We were so perfect, the two of
us, and here we were letting things go up our butts. Mother (mine and
hers, that is, our real ones, would definitely not have approved). Is that
why we did it then, to flaunt our parents, society? To do what good girls
like us werenÕt supposed to?
ÒoooOOch!Ó I yelped.
ÒThere,Ó Danielle said. ÒNow IÕll just unclamp the tubes and let you
both start having your enemas. TheyÕre good for the constitution you
know, and the Bill of Rights too!Ó And with that silly remark she undid
both tubes and Candace and I both squealed and rocked forward on our
knees, as if to bolt away, as the smooth wine started flowing in. It went
right up our asses, filling our intestines with an ease and thoroughness
that frightened me. How would she know when to turn it off? Had she
ever done this before? Had she worked as a physicianÕs assistant
somewhere or was she as new to this as Candace and I were? I hardly
trusted Kevin to help us. He was lusty enough to fuck dead women, as far
as I was concerned, or ones with burst rectums. His only thought was
pleasuring his penis and (not too soon, he hoped) emptying his balls. HeÕd
have his fun, but what price would we pay?
I felt fuller and fuller, and I glanced over at Candace. She had a
worried look on her face, but she was biting her lower lip, trying to
remain calm. I felt like I had to go to the bathroom, and pretty badly too,
but of course my bottom was pointed in exactly the wrong way.
ÒYou must kiss, darlings, kiss and show me you enjoy it,Ó Danielle
said. With a sudden fever, perhaps to distract ourselves, Candace and I
turned our faces toward each other and pressed our lips together. Our
tongues snaked into each otherÕs mouths. Our bottoms wiggled.
ÒOh, shit!Ó I heard Kevin say, and the thought of him spurting
prematurely gave us both an impulse to our passion that was
extraordinary. I donÕt think IÕve ever kissed another woman quite as
sensuously, as urgently, as I kissed Candace then. We shivered with our
desire, still pent up in our pussies, while wishing Kevin had kept his in
play also, instead of spending it. Young husbands, IÕd read in a book once,
can get too excited, and the only cure is lots of fucking. But how can you
do that if he keeps coming too soon? Once again the burden is put on the
female. You must inspire and arouse him, but not too much. Oh, me!
I was very full now, too full. Candace broke her lips from mine and
yelled over her shoulder at Danielle.
ÒPlease! Stop!Ó she cried, but Danielle, apparently timing things
perfectly, was just now touching the clamps, and a moment later the flow
had stopped. Candace and I breathed sighs of relief into each otherÕs
faces. Her breath was sweet; mine also, I suppose. We still smelt of the
strawberries and cream weÕd indulged in at dessert.
ÒTherre, therre, you are both perfect little adventuresses,Ó Danielle
said. She lifted both our faces by putting a finger beneath each of our
chins, and wiped our mouths and cheeks and eyes with a soft hot cloth. We
shivered, feeling all pent up and wanting very much now to pay a visit to
the outhouse.
ÒOh, the chamber pot will never do,Ó Danielle said, walking over to it
and inspecting it. ÒYouÕd both overflow it. YouÕll just both have to run out
to the outhouse and empty yourselves there. IÕm sorry girls. If IÕd known I
wouldnÕt have filled you so full.Ó We looked up at her, hunched over like
we were, and there was a smirk on her lips. She knew damn well what
sheÕd done to us, and had planned this outcome all along. The tubes were
still up us, of course, protruding from us like monkey tails, and I felt like
one letting this stupid thing be done to me!
Danielle sauntered back around behind us again, relishing our
condition.
ÒGod, this must be what a pregnant woman feels like,Ó Candace
breathed, though not looking at me or anyone in particular.
ÒI hope not,Ó I replied. To me this was the most awfullest thing IÕd
ever felt. Surely carrying a baby wouldnÕt feel this...enormous!
Almost by surprise Danielle began removing our tubes. They sleeked
out slowly, taking what I donÕt know with them. I didnÕt turn around to
find out.
ÒGet me a Glad bag, dearie,Ó Danielle nodded to Kevin, indicating her
backpack with a flick of her eyes. What other obscene delights from the
dungeon did she have concealed in that pack, I wondered? I didnÕt want to
find out, but I suspected Kevin did. The men always just got to watch such
things, it seemed, while the girls had to undergo them.
Neatly and quickly Danielle dropped the tubes into a disposable
plastic bag while Kevin held it open for her. A moment later it was as if
theyÕd never been, as if Candace and I were just this way naturally,
inseminated or something, mothers with babies in our bellies, except our
tummies were as flat as ever, it was our buttocks that seemed in bloom.
ÒUp, girls! Up!Ó Danielle called, lifting her hands in gesture (as if we
needed to know what she meant!) With quivering forms, our cheeks
clenching tightly, Candace and I made to stand. It was awkward, difficult,
we reached out and grabbed each other for support. I was sure IÕd spill all
over the floor at any moment. How embarrassing that would be! To tell
mother IÕd been a naughty little girl, gone potty right on her floor!
Trembling, shaking, Candace and I turned to our tormentress, with a
flick of our eyes at Kevin. He was still hard! Had he kept his strength in
or... Our eyes scanned the floor for evidence of lost sperm. There was
none. He must have saved himself at the last moment.
ÒYes, he was a good boy after all, werenÕt you, dearest?Ó Danielle
said. Wickedly she stroked his cock with the tips of her long fingernails.
Candace and I trembled with our need to relieve our bottoms, yet as we
watched Danielle we wondered with fearful eyes if she would take him
while we were away.
ÒOh, I must go!Ó Candace cried with sudden dismay. I felt it too.
There was no waiting. Absolutely none. We both dashed for the door.
ÒMother! Mother! Let us out, we must go to the potty!Ó we were both
about to cry, but Candace found the door had been surreptitiously unlocked.
Perhaps she knew! How embarrassing! Or worse, she may have peeked in,
watched us degrade ourselves for the dubious goal of sexual pleasure.
Candace flung open the door and dashed out. I was right at her heels.
We ran down the hall and as we turned the corner to go outside I saw a
shadowed figure sitting in a chair, knitting, and heard a quiet cackle. We
were so young, so pretty, and here we were, titties swinging wildly,
making a naked dash for the outhouse, our bottoms full to bursting.
Sick with humiliation I ran out the side door with Candace. Like
children running from bees we bounded across the grass to the little shed
enclosed potty that sat waiting for us, waiting to receive us like it had no
doubt received so many newlywed girls before us. I felt like a newlywed
wife myself, surely, for wasnÕt I promised the marital cock just as much
as Candace? HadnÕt Kevin said, Òboth of you?Ó That had been his manly
boast. Two wives for the great Kevin, with his great cock, too big for just
one girl!
Candace got the potty first and sat down on it, leaving me to dance
around watching as she let her bowels open. With a sudden rush her
insides came out, shit and whatever else was up there, plus the wine. I
say Òwhatever elseÓ because for all I knew sheÕd been fucked up the butt
sometime in the past, and given KevinÕs magnificent manhood I had little
doubt he could plant a foetus up a girlÕs behind if he had a mind to. But in
any event it was all aborted now, happily, and Candace looked up at me
with a grin as she felt the last of it plop into the cesspool down below.
ÒHurry, get up! IÕve got to go too!Ó I cried, with urgent, bulging eyes.
Candace just sat there admiring me for a moment, all jiggly and desperate.
Admiring the power she had over me suddenly, to make me wait and suffer.
ÒWell, I must wipe, mustnÕt I?Ó Candace asked demurely.
ÒGet UP!Ó I cried, and yanked her by the arm. With a squeal, her tits
shaking, she let me pry her up from the potty and take her place.
And what a toilet it was! Just as hole cut in a knee-high wooden
shelf, nothing more. How we had reduced ourselves! Here I was, the envy
of rich men everywhere (and Candace too), about to shit into a hole made
for minus-10 girls in Appalachia. I could picture Fat Mollie squatting
here, or Fat Matilda. But me? The urbane city girl? The girl bored with
Rio?
ÒAck!Ó Too late! I must sit, I must shit!
WHOOSH! It came out then, all runny and quick, making a giant splash
somewhere below which (thankfully) didnÕt rise high enough to splatter
my bottom. With a great sigh of relief I felt myself empty out, while
Candace, grinning, watched me, hands on her hips.
When I was done I got up and we both wiped each other, to make sure
we looked our very best back there for Kevin. Then we stepped out of the
outhouse, into a patch of bright late-afternoon sunshine that shafted
down. I felt renewed, refreshed. Candace and I clasped hands. Together
we walked back to the cabin, happy and content. We were one with nature,
and it with us, and we were ready for whatever it had in store for us.
When we entered the house Mother was there, and she had a hot
steaming tub of water sitting on the floor, right in the living room. She
insisted Candace and I each sit in it, in turn, to give our bottoms a final
wash. When weÕd rinsed this way, and stood up again, she toweled our
bottoms dry. Then she patted each of us on the fanny.
ÒHave fun, girls!Ó she said cheerily, as low moans began to emanate
from the playroom. Quickly Candace and I hurried back to our two friends
to find out what they were up to. We were both deathly afraid as we
entered. Had he come? Was there nothing left for us?
We found Kevin on his knees, worshipping DanielleÕs pussy. She was
tied up, suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, with her legs forced
wide and shackled to the floor. Kevin licked her pussy hungrily. Our eyes
darted to his cock. It was hard, and seemed to wiggle with a life of its
own. We rushed over to it. Children rushing for candy.
ÒNo!Ó Kevin said, lifting his face slightly from DanielleÕs dewy nest.
Get on your knees, both of you, just like you were before. In fact...Candace,
you grease up your friend there, and then you --I forget your name-- you
do the same.Ó
ÒBarbi,Ó I said, but with compassion in my voice. He was so very
urgently hard. I knew a man couldnÕt keep nonessential details in his mind
when he was as stiff as Kevin was! His cock looked purplish at the tip,
and the veins stuck out along the shaft as if they were straining to lift a
ten ton truck! I got on my knees, putting them back on the familiar pillow.
The prints of my kneecaps still indented it from my last visit. I leaned
forward and replaced my face on the pillow there.
Candace got a tube of cherry Vaseline from the backpack. Breasts
swaying, she returned to me, shifted her pillow and knelt down behind me.
ÒYouÕve had this before, havenÕt you?Ó she asked me. She stroked my
bottom with her fingertips, said it felt silky smooth.
ÒYesss,Ó I hissed, not wanting to yet wanting to. Did she have to
stop and admire me, comment on my fanny, before she did me?
ÒOpen wide now, say Ôahhh!ÕÓ Candace teased. Her finger came to my
little hole and pried it open, delved inside. ÒMy, how tight! You must do
this more often,Ó Candace smiled.
ÒGet her ready, IÕm coming soon!Ó Kevin announced.
ÒOh, just do ME!Ó Danielle begged, shivering in her bonds.
ÒYour time will come,Ó Kevin reassured her. ÒBut I must do my wife
first.Ó
When my butthole had been properly anointed Candace urged me up
and took my place on the pillows. I set about doing her then, with grim
efficiency, wanting to make sure I reamed her as well as sheÕd reamed me,
for sheÕd done a rather thorough job of it, as if sheÕd found it pleasurable
in its own right, and not merely a chore that was being done for Kevin.
Candace gasped as I plumbed her depths with my little finger, and I
twisted it around, enjoying her little jerks and moans. When I thought she
was as oiled up as anyone could be, I withdrew. I looked at my digit and it
was coated with a light veneer of shit. I saw a box of handi-wipes then,
not having noticed them before. I guessed Candace must have used one
herself while I was busy getting up. I used one also.
Kevin strode over to me, his cock waggling. ÒGet down, girl!Ó he
snarled, though I was already on my knees. Well, not quite on my knees
right at this moment, but perched on my heels, with my knees up a little,
to keep them off the floor. I saw then that Kevin had slipped on football
knee pads, to protect himself from the rough floor. Perhaps Mother had
given them to him while Candace and I were outside.
ÒHurry! Hurry! I wonÕt lie to you, I need to go bad!Ó Kevin urged me.
Quickly I got on my knees then, and obediently offered my pussy and ass to
him, kneeling with my face in my familiar pillow. Well it was CandaceÕs
pillow, actually, and there was a little wet spot on it from her saliva. I
licked the wet spot with a flick of my tongue, adding my own saliva to it.
I was hot, tempestuous. I flicked my hair and watched as Kevin entered
his wife.
ÒDonÕt touch yourself,Ó Kevin warned me. Without even realizing it
my hand had stolen back between my knees. I pulled it back, embarrassed.
With a grunt Kevin gave himself the first massive wave of pleasure that
he would need to endure, somehow, sticking himself into his wifeÕs tight
little hole. Candace grimaced, let her breath out. Kevin plunged deeper,
his own face now distorted by pleasure, awful pleasure. They were beyond
titillation now. This was real.
Up Kevin went, his cock tasting for the first time, he said to me, his
lovely wifeÕs butthole. ÒWell how is it, sir?Ó I asked sweetly. He
trembled, said nothing in reply. Deep, deeper still he went. Candace
huffed and puffed below him, announced she felt all the breath being
forced from her. Kevin drove in greedily, got himself with effort in up to
the hilt. Candace complained he was hurting her. Kevin pulled back then,
back some more, then plunged in anew! Candace screamed, but I sensed a
tinge of pleasure in her cry. In and out Kevin went then, I waiting all the
while.
ÒYes! And, yes! And, yes!Ó Kevin announced with each stroke after a
bit. Then turning to me he withdrew himself suddenly, his cockhead
making a little pop as it regained the freedom of the cool early evening
air. ÒAnd now I will master you also, bitch, and then my wife again!Ó
Kevin crowed to me. Without further ado he stuck himself right in me
then. I must have been well-prepared for he shafted himself up me in only
a few strokes, grinning at his poor wife as he stuck me to the full.
I was fucked with long, even strokes, Kevin controlling himself
marvelously. Somehow he had passed beyond boyish pleasure and had a
real manly zest about him now, enjoying the act without being
overwhelmed by it. When he thought IÕd had my due he pulled out and left
me bereft, my bottom sorrowfully empty now. He returned to his wife and
did her with renewed vigor, telling her heÕd fuck her now right up to
orgasm, that he intended to fill her as full as the enema had.
I watched, fascinated, still on my knees, as Kevin speared his wife
with eager abandon. After the requisite preliminary strokes he felt no
further need to contain himself. He MEANT to come now, and come well,
emptying his balls completely into her asshole. Candace, not wanting to
be left behind, put both her hands on her pussy. Wilfully she rubbed
herself. Kevin did not stop her. Unable to stand watching such a sight, I
placed both my hands on my pussy too. Feeling very naughty, with a look
of pained remorse on my face, I began masturbating. This time, Kevin did
not stop me, didnÕt even look at me.
A shadow fell across the floor. Mother! I shot my eyes upward, saw
her standing there, even as Kevin and Candace looked at her too.
ÒYes boys and girls, fuck, fuck, it must be done,Ó Mother urged us.
She had a stick in one hand, whether to hold herself up or whack someone I
couldnÕt tell.
ÒOh, please mother--Ó Candace said. But she never finished her
sentence, and I didnÕt know whether she wanted some reprieve from her
husbandÕs fucking or MotherÕs observation of it. Kevin exploded in her
bottom, Candace bucked, twisted her head about, her yellow hair
streaming wildly. I came too, with little Òmmf!Ó Òmmf!Ó ÒmmfÕsÓ
escaping my lips as I thrust my hiney up in the air like some junior
stallion--again and again--yet I had no rider but pleasure.
At last we settled down. When I looked up again, Mother was gone. I
looked over my shoulder. The door was closed, the room silent. Had she
been an apparition?
Slowly the three of us got up. We extended our arms upward,
stretched, even as Danielle remained in just such a pose, bound by chains.
She whimpered softly, her eyes closed. Her titties were hard and I had no
doubt if I inspected it IÕd find her clitty the same way. The three of us
gathered around her. She was so beautiful. Her skin was like porcelain.
She asked for nothing, kept her eyes closed, enduring the sweet torture of
waiting for her turn. Kevin had not let her come, mouthing her. Rather
heÕd built up the flames within her to a boiling point, to see her pretty
agony.
ÒLetÕs torture her,Ó I suggested. Then, realizing what had come out
of my mouth, I looked sheepishly at my companions. But they did not
upbraid me. We got her backpack and sorted through everything. We
gagged her with a rubber ball, blindfolded her, and I got to clamp off her
titties. Then Candace had me oil her ass and she rammed a fat rubber cock
up it. We stood back, admired our handiwork.
ÒThere is something else she needs,Ó Candace said. She fetched a
cane that was hanging on the wall. Going behind Danielle, she measured
out the distance for a good swatting. Danielle, meanwhile, was writhing
in her bonds, but we assumed she merely wanted to be free.
ÒCan you breathe okay?Ó I asked, going forward for a moment, even
as Candace readied herself for the first stroke. I put my finger to
DanielleÕs nose and found she had good air flow through her nostrils. I
stepped back.
SNICK! In came the cane, and Danielle leapt as Candace stuck her
bottom with it. I clasped my own bottom, remembering how Candace had
followed me through the woods with a paddle. SNICK! SNICK! SNICK!
Came the cane again and again. Fearful but curious I stepped back behind
Danielle to see the damage that was being inflicted. Bright lines, pink
deepening into red, scored her bottom now. I felt sorry for her but
watched with fascinated amazement as each new stroke was laid in,
leaving its mark. Still my hands clutched my bottom, and I wondered if
Candace had some similar punishment in mind for me.
Kevin took the only seat in the room, sitting his ass casually on the
stool with the holes in it, meant for dildoes to poke up through. IÕd
inspected it while weÕd been toying with Danielle, giving it a close
sideways glance. It was like the one IÕd been on in DanielleÕs dungeon. Did
Kevin think nothing could ever touch him on such a seat? I longed to prove
him wrong. IÕd tie him down and ram him up the ass as firmly as heÕd
rammed me. WeÕd see who was master then. All day long heÕd played the
King, but IÕd be Queen then, and a very demanding one at that.
Candace was on about the twelfth stroke when Danielle suddenly
lurched forward and let us know what sheÕd been complaining so urgently
about. Pee shot out, sprinkling the floor, and we all broke into laughter at
the sight. Candace gave her a dozen more when she was done, telling her
over and over how naughty she was to have spoilt such a nice floor. Of
course it was just a simple wood floor, rough and splintery, but it seemed
to demean Danielle quite nicely to tell her she was worth less than the
floor!
We both urged Kevin to take her then, feeling a bit sorry for her. She
could have used her bottom for a road map by then, standing by the side of
the highway, offering her ass to inquiring motorists. He was sticking
straight out once more, rigid and hard as marble, and both Candace and I
felt some disappointment as we watched his shaft sink into DanielleÕs
cunny. He was master of himself now, having come before. He fucked her
with slow, easy strokes. He removed her nipple clamps so he could suck
on her tits. He untied her ball gag and kissed her lips. Finally he pulled
off her blindfold, looking straight into her eyes as he fucked them both to
orgasm.
Afterward we went to the bedroom. The sheets were cool,
comforting. We dozed, slept. When we awoke we took turns filling a steel
chamber pot in the room. Then we crawled back into bed. We were
dallying beneath the covers when Mother entered. She carried a tray of
fresh fruit, hardboiled eggs, toast and jelly and coffee in little porcelain
cups.
Candace and Kevin fed each other while mother looked on, holding the
tray. Danielle and I popped grapes in each otherÕs mouths. Finally
Candace, feeling her husbandÕs strength, got on top of him and mounted
him. She rode him to yet another marital victory as Danielle and I,
inspired, turned to frig each otherÕs pussies. We started late, having
watched them, and ended after they did. We awoke from our bliss to find
Candace and Kevin kissing and nuzzling us. Together we all stretched out
on the bed then, relishing our nude bodies. The covers were somewhere at
our ankles now, the cool late night air washed over us.
ÒWhat time is it?Ó Candace asked at last.
ÒNearly daylight,Ó Danielle said, cocking her head toward a window.
The curtain was just ajar there and she could see out without moving.
ÒWe must go, dear,Ó Candace said to Kevin.
ÒAlright,Ó he replied.
In the stillness of the darkened morning we got up, stole into the
bathroom. We stepped quietly, though we knew Mother was probably
awake somewhere. The old do not sleep much. Yet with a kind of respect
for her we went silently as we could, as if we needed to feel respect for
something, even her, after being so profligate. In the closeness of the
shower we washed each other down. Kevin grew hard but did not fuck his
wife again. We wanted to leave, be gone. We felt like embarrassed
children after some crazy stunt. We needed even to leave each other, for
we felt silly together now, though there was still amorous tension
between us.
Returning to the bedroom we found the bed made. There were
clothes laid out on the covers, our own plus a few rough, homemade things
to keep us warm. Hastily we dressed. We did not see mother as we
stepped back out into the living room. SheÕd been paid in advance, no
doubt, and wished us gone as well. Some new couple would be arriving
soon. She needed to prepare for them.
We retreated back through the woods and found the jeep. Kevin got
it turned around and back out on the main road. It felt awkward sitting
together. We said nothing. Kevin and Candace were the newly mated
couple, Danielle was alone, I was alone. I sat up front with Candace, as
before, but she did not play with my pussy this time. I was no longer a
slave. I had no master. I would not stay with Danielle, I knew. SheÕd
fucked me well, too well, in the dungeon. I wanted my freedom. I did not
wish for her to be my mistress anymore, as she inevitably must be, for it
was her dungeon there, whatever she might imply to the contrary. In the
end the one everyone looks to as mistress must be mistress, and she, as
owner, was mistress.
We bid quick goodbyes when the jeep returned to DanielleÕs place.
ÒYou wish to be free of England, donÕt you?Ó Danielle asked, taking
me aside. In the distance Candace and Kevin were just getting into a limo.
We waved a final goodbye.
ÒI-I want to go back home,Ó I said.
ÒIÕll give you the money,Ó Danielle replied. ÒI have too much of it.Ó I
didnÕt want to re-trace my steps back through the Argentinean government
to try to return home. Danielle, even as the new proprietress of the
dungeon, had already helped several girls, she said. Even girls who had
ÒtorturedÓ her. I blushed.
Danielle handed me enough to get some good clothes and a plane
ticket, with some left over for when I got back to Argentina. I thanked her
profusely.
ÒShhh, dear!Ó she said, putting a finger to my lips. You were a fine
little slave and IÕd have you in my bed any night, or in my dungeon. When
your pussy gets hungry you come back again, hear?Ó I flushed at her
lewdness, said nothing. She knew me better than I did.
Except for Danielle I said no goodbyes to anyone else. I knew they
could take care of themselves. TheyÕd think of me sometimes, I was sure,
and I hoped theyÕd think warm thoughts about me, as I did of most of them.
But I knew if I went back to say goodbye IÕd wind up staying, one way or
another. And that I did not wish to have happen, especially as I always
wound up naked, without a stitch to my name, let alone the means to get
myself home. And they might not want me to leave, either. Gretchen,
sweet as she was, wanted to see me enslaved, and I think she meant for it
to be permanent. Perhaps she herself secretly yearned to be a lifelong
love slave, and wished to see me Òbreak the iceÓ for her fantasy. IÕd be a
kind of guinea pig for her to find out what it was really like. No, I did not
wish that. I choose slavery on my own, if I did, not have Gretchen choose
it for me.
With a light step I boarded the Concorde for South America. I had
money enough to sit in first class, and did so. Pressing my nose to the
window, strapped in, I watched as the plane took off and London fell away
below me.
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