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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN
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Chapter Three
Kate was taken to breakfast. She was washed first, again in milk,
this time by the old woman, who did her hair and her face for her, washing
her like she was a small child, with Kate resisting, but not completely,
for she knew she must let the woman do her work lest she be punished.
The woman also washed KateÕs body. Unlike Maria, she used a sponge.
Kate wondered if her value had somehow diminished during the night. Had
her own performance, in the bedroom, led to her being less favored?
Kate realized she was beginning to think like a slave. A slave has no
will of its own. It wishes only to please its master. Kate shuddered at
the thought that she was falling victim to any sort of Ôhostage syndrome.Õ
Yet that had been the purpose, had it not, so long ago in that carriage, that
was only last evening but seemed an eternity ago now? To make her
subservient, in love, to the will and desires of her lover.
Yes! SheÕd captured it now, and she shivered again as the woman
worked studiously to wash her, Kate standing up in the tub and the woman
kneeling before her, almost worshipfully, but washing her like a horse or a
little girl nonetheless, forcing her to part her legs, lifting her arms,
turning her to sponge her white bottom. Kate had committed to herself to
give herself to her lover, to let him master her, for this little while. She
wished to escape all her other roles and just be His. It was her gift to
him, and to herself, she realized. Here, in the tub, even in the bed, there
were no rules. Oh, it seemed like there were, but there was really only
her body and its feelings and its desires and its sensations. Not all were
immediately pleasurable, but surely there must be something to the crop,
however awful it was. Something to her bravery and her attempts,
however feeble, to discipline herself to take it.
And the luxury was overwhelming. Kate had to do nothing for
herself. She was bathed, fed, watched over. A princess in a castle where
the servants all lived for her. But in their own special way, liberating her
to new feelings. Kate squirmed as she felt the womanÕs sponge pass over
the marks made last night on her thighs. The most recent marks, in back,
where her bottom curved in to meet her legs. Yes, was there not a warmth
there, imparted by the stiff leather? Did it not make her wet somehow,
feeling it? DidnÕt it remind her of the hardness of her lover, and of how
demanding he could be?
The cucumber had been awful. Of that she was sure. And crazy,
almost unplanned, as if Maria simply could not control herself upon seeing
KateÕs bottom naked. Kate touched her ass with her finger. She delved
inside, ignoring the woman.
ÒYou are an anal virgin?Ó the woman asked simply. She paused,
watching Kate.
ÒI WAS an anal virgin. Until last night,Ó Kate said, biting her lip as
she realized what an intimate subject she was discussing with this
woman whose name she didnÕt yet know.
ÒYou will lose all your cherries here, but gain a few weals,Ó the
woman laughed. It was her first show of emotion, and her bosoms hove
within her apron, large watermelons too big and weighty and close to the
earth to delight menÕs eyes, but they might have been sought after when
she was young like Kate.
ÒDid you ever?Ó Kate asked, pausing, feeling within herself to see if
her hole was okay. It felt okay. But it was difficult, feeling her butthole.
It was in back of her, after all!
ÒI do not do such foolish things,Ó the woman said dismissively. She
waved her sponge in the air, flicking a little soap onto the wall.
ÒBut, when you were younger...Ó Kate offered.
ÒI work. Stalin make us work. Then I marry young. No time for such
foolishness. But you Americans always like sex, thatÕs what they teach us
in Russia. All American girls like popping their cherries and would
corrupt Russia if it were not for Stalin. So we were told. Now, I think
there might be girls like you in Russia, but I am there no longer. I am here
now, and Maria pay me very well because I keep everything tidy and clean.
And, you know, the men are not bad to look at. Not bad at all...Ó the woman
said, and she smiled, but mostly to herself.
ÒHave you--?Ó Kate asked, feeling like a small child talking to a
newly arrived grandmother.
ÒAh, your lover! Please do not ask me speak of him. He is an
entertaining fellow!Ó the woman replied. And she let her eyes dart and her
hands move in such a way that Kate guessed sheÕd seen his erection. ÒHe
is, like we say in Russia, a good friend to the lady mule if the man mule
should expire.Ó The woman laughed again. Kate blushed. Her loverÕs
manhood seemed to have become public knowledge in this place. ItÕs
length, its thickness. It was an admirable weapon, to be sure, but Kate
preferred that it not be made an item of gossip among the woman and any
friends she possessed.
Then Kate realized her own bosoms, her own cunt, would be added to
the womanÕs stories. What would she tell her friends back in Russia? ÒA
girl, big bosoms, she likes having them hit with a crop, and her legs too. I
had to wash her. Such silly girls in America. Stalin would straighten
them out but heÕs dead, alas. She has no cherries left. No, no. Nothing to
give to her husband.Ó
Kate felt her blush deepen and the woman, seeing that their chat had
ended, opened KateÕs legs again and thrust the sponge within and bathed
KateÕs cunt as if Kate were a fish being readied for some Russian market.
Kate was cleaned out and washed down and when the woman was done she
rinsed her with water and helped her out of the tub. She toweled Kate
down and then took her to a vanity and plopped her down in front of it and
did KateÕs hair and makeup for her.
ÒI can manage,Ó Kate said, but the woman insisted. Kate was only to
sit and let herself be worked on. She could do nothing herself. Then, when
her brows had been stenciled and her eyelashes brushed, and her hair
braided, with just two braids near her cheeks, leaving the rest hanging
free, and KateÕs lips had been brightened with lipstick, and her nipples
given just a touch of rouge, as well as her cunny lips, the woman told Kate
she was ready.
But there was yet one more necessity. ÒYou are too free,Ó the
woman, who confided as she opened a slatted folding closet that her name
was Bess, said to Kate. Within the closet, on the shelves above, Kate saw
clean white towels folded neatly for the bath. But on the lower shelves,
here in the bathroom where sheÕd just been given her bath and made up,
Kate saw chains. They were equipped with cuffs, the links slim and the
cuffs slim. They gleamed like the silver bell had on her nightstand beside
her bed.
ÒI must chain your ankles and your wrists,Ó Bess told Kate.
ÒBut why?Ó Kate asked. She contemplated the chains with a finger
in her mouth, like a child looking at an unwanted pair of shoes, Sunday
shoes perhaps, too tight and stiff for play.
ÒSo that only your breasts are free, and your bottom. So they may
position you how you like and you will not be able to refuse. Come, you
might have visited someplace else with your lover, a hotel room perhaps,
or a motel, but you chose to visit here. Do not make me call for help. In
Russia we girls know when we must do as we are told.Ó
Perhaps to please the old woman, perhaps only to test how it felt to
be in such a captive state, a prisoner, really, for they were prison chains,
though covered over in silver to make them more agreeable to MariaÕs
home, Kate let herself be manacled. Bess did her ankles first, binding
them with the cuffs so that Kate felt as if she were wearing boots. But
they were not boots, just anklets connected by a length of chain. Kate
tried walking a little in the anklets when the woman had fitted them to
her legs. They jangled against the tiled floor.
ÒCareful not to trip over the chain,Ó Bess warned Kate. ÒThe chain
should be shorter but they insisted you wear a long one so they can easily
spread your legs. Keep your head down and watch the chain at all times.
If you fall, you might be hurt, and Maria would take it very badly. And she
would punish you after the doctor left, for you are always to be ready for
sex here, not injured and disabled.Ó
Kate shivered in her chains. She lifted her wrists to her chin and
studied herself, feeling her forearms as they pillowed themselves against
her breasts. Her nipples were stiff. Her tummy, flat under her bosoms,
drew in a little as she held her breath. Gently Bess turned her so that she
faced the woman.
ÒYou are hungry for a man,Ó Bess said openly, noticing how moist
Kate had become between her thighs since Bess had dried her after her
bath. Kate had not touched herself during the night, though she was angry
at her lover after her whipping across the backs of her thighs. She had
cried herself to sleep, rolling and tossing, and when once she awoke and
found in horror that her hand was between her thighs, sheÕd drawn it up to
her tummy and slapped it. ÔBad hand,Õ sheÕd scolded herself. But now,
letting herself be chained, probably because she was, indeed, so
thoroughly consumed with her nudity and the presence of her lover in the
house, she wished she had rubbed herself to bliss, so that she could be
more sensible now.
Bess, smiling to herself, fitted handcuffs around KateÕs wrists.
Kate tried resisting a little but the big Russian woman had no difficulty
catching KateÕs wrists and holding them in her big old hands, thick with
cream to keep them from getting age spots, though they were spotted
already. Kate felt small. Her body was frail and she was only 5 feet 2
inches tall. But her legs were slim, giving her a leggy, runway modelÕs
look. Her bottom cheeks were distinct juddering halves, each full and
round and jutting out like a childÕs. Her hips were slender. Her waist was
very small in circumference. And there there were her breasts, big and
heavy and huge in proportion to the rest of her, Playboy breasts. Men
might have dismissed her as petite, but her breasts announced that she
was not petite where it counted. And so, walking down the street, heads
would turn, and mouths open, and a man, busy the moment before with his
thoughts and affairs, might come running up behind her, and somehow get
in front of her, just to get another look at those delightful breasts. And
then, having satisfied his urgent need to look, he would begin to be a little
embarrassed, for he was certain he was in the presence of a schoolgirl, a
minor. Kate would smile, and give her head a toss, letting her ponytail,
which she loved wearing, bounce across her back. The man would grow
more nervous, for everyone could see him as he stared at this little girl
walking calmly (if bouncily) across the street, and he was sure they would
think him a pervert.
It was how Kate met her lover. Except he, unlike the rest, had the
courage to greet her and ask her name. She kept walking, and he had been
going in the opposite direction, but now, as she crossed the street on her
way home from school she led him right back across it. Yet he did not
desist in his efforts to get her name, and her phone number. So she sat
down finally, on a bench where busses stopped, and she let him talk to her.
She pulled her ponytail round in front of her and twirled it in her fingers.
She threaded her fingers through it, and brushed it lightly across her
breasts as he talked. She was sure it would scare him off, looking at her
pink sweater, and her pleated skirt, and her bobby socks. But he carried
the conversation quite nicely. And he discovered, of course, that she was
a college girl, and quite legal (though still too young yet to drink). And so
he dated her, and they became lovers.
And now she was letting him take her on a wild ride she could not
have imagined two weeks ago when they met. And she wondered, standing
there in the nude, with Bess fitting her wrists into the chained manacles,
whether sheÕd made the right choice. SheÕd chosen him for his boldness.
For his refusal to bend to contemporary morals. And now she was reaping
the full harvest of that, for he was interested in much more than just
making love to her.
Yet he had been gentle, not taking her in her bottom when she
refused him there. But, then again, here sheÕd been most brutally violated,
last night, with Maria shoving a cucumber up her virgin ass. Kate
wondered if she needed such bizarreness to be able to let go and surrender
herself. She had, indeed, a conservative upbringing. Her parents had not
allowed her to date as much as she liked. And now, perhaps to catch up
with where she wanted to be (did she want it?) she was letting herself in
for much more than just a cock up her ass.
ÒThere. You are quite captive now, my dear,Ó Bess said. She drew
KateÕs hands apart so that the short chain between them became taut.
Bess yanked on KateÕs hands to ensure they were properly locked. The
chain did not give, the cuffs did not spring apart or even hint that they
wished to.
Kate already wore earrings, new ones Bess had pinned on her at the
vanity table. Bess tugged on KateÕs earrings. They dangled down almost to
KateÕs shoulders and they felt heavy. Kate hoped her lover treated her
well. The earrings made her feel delicate, as if she might lose her
earlobes if they were pulled on too hard. Bess batted at them, watching as
they brushed across the tops of KateÕs shoulders. They were ruby,
matching the color of her nipples, with silver to match her chains.
ÒWait. Let me get you something for good luck,Ó Bess said. She rose
and she bustled from the room. Kate stood, hardly able to move, she felt
so weighed down by the chains, though they were light. She looked at
herself in the bathroom mirror and saw a girl with radiant blonde hair and
red lips and big, wide blue eyes staring back at her. The girl wore twin
braids in her hair, decorations merely, for they left bangs hanging down in
her eyes, and loose tresses along her face, and the bulk of her hair in back
lay freely across her shoulders and back. The braids, dropping down as far
as her longest strands of hair, were tied off at their ends by a single pink
ribbon.
And Kate saw the cuffs and the chains. The links were small but
they were chains all the same. Kate held her wrists under her chin. She
moved her knees and heard the links of the chain that connected her ankles
clank on the floor. She was small, and captive, like a little parakeet put
into a cage, except the chains were her cage.
Bess returned. She sat down again on the stool by the folding
cabinet, and she gazed like an appreciative mother at Kate standing before
her. She reached up and clipped a necklace around KateÕs neck. The chain
was as thin as a thread and, in front, where the necklace hung just a little
below KateÕs throat, offering its centerpiece, there was a sickle. Not a
hammer and a sickle, as Kate might have expected, but a sickle, with a
sharp-looking blade and a long, knotted handle. Kate felt herself swallow
and the Russian woman gazed at her bare throat.
ÒThere. It signifies that you are ready,Ó Bess said. Kate wasnÕt sure
she wanted the necklace but, with her wrists cuffed in front of her, there
was no way she could reach back to get the necklace undone. She might
have fiddled with it, and turned it backwards, with the sickle in back and
the clasp in front, pulling on it with her fingers, but Bess was present and
she did not want to offend the woman. Marie scared her. She did not need
Bess, who was as wide as Maria was tall, to be plotting against her also.
So she stood and let the Russian woman admire her nudity. Bess
stroked her belly and seemed to want to gather her breasts, but Kate kept
her arms in front of them, blocking them, so the woman trailed a finger
down to her pubic thatch instead.
ÒThey have marked you already,Ó Bess said, looking at KateÕs belly,
her thighs. She had seen this earlier, no doubt, but now she wished to
admire her handiwork, the freshness of KateÕs skin, after her bath, the
chains, fitted well so that she could not escape them, the sickle that hung
from her throat. ÒSometimes I get to mark a girl, after her bath. But only
your bottom remains to be marked now, and I am not allowed that. Not
often, anyway,Ó the Russian woman observed. ÒWhy did you come, you poor
American girl? In Russia we had no time for these games when I was
young. We were smart enough to know not to seek pain, but you American
girls, I have prepared at least two dozen now, you come here seeking pain.
Why?Ó
Kate stared down into the womanÕs eyes as the woman lifted her
face, still brushing her big fingers in KateÕs fleecy pubis. Kate bit her lip
and shook her head. She did not know. She had no answer.
ÒYou have anesthetic at the dentistÕs, and in the hospital, you have
more of that. And you have police and safety, and yet you come here and
seek pain,Ó Bess said. ÒWell you will get pain, my little one. They will
take you to the barn. I do not get to see it often but I hear the screams.
Always the girl is gagged but if I stand close to the barn, pretending to do
my chores in the yard, I can hear her muffled cries. They are desperate,
little one! They sound like those of a woman in labor.Ó
ÒBess, are you frightening her?Ó Kate heard a familiar voice ask.
KateÕs head turned sharply to her left and she saw, looming in the
doorway, Marie. The woman wore her dark hair pinned up, as if she were
prepared for some exercise. She had on a short black dress, but it looked
as if it had been put on only because, when the moment was ripe, it could
be quickly unzipped. Sheathing her long legs were black boots. They were
made of black leather, real leather, and they were well polished. On her
arms, right up to her elbows, Marie wore leather gloves. A dark tie-band
around the back of each of her wrists made the gloves snug. Up just
beyond her elbow, drawstrings were drawn tight to keep the gloves
wrapped round her arms. But, as if to permit them freer movement, the
gloves did not sheathe her fingers. They were bare, and in one hand Marie
gripped a short whip. Kate gasped as she saw how many tails it had. At
least nine, with knots at the end of each.
Marie strode into the room and Kate watched as the womanÕs breasts
bounced in her tight dress. No bra, and Kate guessed no panties either.
ÒPut a bit in her mouth. I want to teach her to crawl,Ó Marie told
Bess. ÒYou will have a nice little exercise this morning, my pet,Ó Marie
said to Kate.
ÒWhere is?Ó Kate asked. Her voice was so tremulous she couldnÕt
finish her sentence. She gulped. She felt her puss wetten. She felt a
deep, sensual thrill run up her spine as she stood so small and naked
before Marie. She wished to ask for her lover, but she couldnÕt talk, she
was so taken by the presence of the bold, tall woman with the gorgeous
black hair. Both Marie and Bess gazed at her as if at a toy.
ÒI bathed her, but she feels wet down there already,Ó Bess said to
Marie. The Russian woman indicated KateÕs cunt and Marie, reaching out,
felt within, forcing Kate to open her thighs.
ÒShe is excited!Ó Marie said happily. ÒI was sure youÕd disobey and
rub yourself to sleep after Cindy and I left you last night,Ó Marie said to
Kate. ÒYou are more loyal than I expected. Some girls must be beaten into
submission. But you are trying, dear heart, you are trying and I am very
proud of you for behaving in your bed after I left you.Ó She looked at Bess.
ÒDid she wet it?Ó
ÒNo, maÕam, it were nice and dry this morning,Ó Bess answered.
ÒWell, she was not tied, I guess, so it is no matter.Ó
ÒShe did pee in her chamber pot,Ó Bess said.
ÒGood, well we will teach her pee control later then, some other
time,Ó Marie said. ÒPut a bit in her mouth and then have her go sit on the
potty, if she needs to, and then IÕll walk her downstairs, doggie style, so
that I can admire that cute little ass of hers!Ó
As Kate stood trembling, Bess took a head harness from under the
towels, in the closet, and put it around KateÕs face. She fitted a bit into
KateÕs mouth. Kate felt the bit lying on her tongue and it felt hard and
demanding. Bess buckled twin straps around the back of KateÕs head,
drawing her hair out from under them first so that it would still hang
free. When the straps were tight, Bess pushed the bit back into KateÕs
mouth, as far as it would go, so that it distorted her cheeks and made her
look like a pony. Bess adjusted buckles on the sides of each headstrap,
making the bit tight as she could, then easing it just a little, to give Kate
a little comfort.
Kate was mortified by the head harness. But worse, for her, were
the reins. They made her feel like mere property. They hung from the
sides of her harness down behind her back. The end of each rein lay upon
the bulge of her bottom.
Kate looked at herself again in the vanity mirror. She looked awful!
She was made up, as if for a party, but she was totally nude. Restraints
held her limbs and chains hung between them. And worst of all, topping it
all off, a big leather head harness was buckled onto her head, bitting her
and leaving reins trailing down her back. She was barefoot. She was
barehanded. Her hair hung free, and her breasts sighed with her every
breath, showing their nipples. Yet she was as captive as any dog, and
dressed as a pony might be for the Derby.
ÒCome, my sweet, letÕs find your master and show him how pretty
you look in your harness and chains,Ó Marie said to Kate, and laughed. She
ordered Kate to get down on her knees. Animal-like, afraid to bend down
but more afraid not to, Kate got down onto the floor. She was aware of
Bess sitting behind her, still on her stool, looking at KateÕs bare bottom.
Maria bent and whisked the cat across KateÕs ass, quite lightly, but making
Kate start. And then, realizing what was required, she dashed forward on
her hands and knees.
ÒSee! She is dutiful!Ó Maria laughed. She ran after Kate and told her
to halt. She bent and picked up the reins which trailed down on the floor
on either side of KateÕs body. ÒAlright, little one, off we go!Ó Maria said
when she had the reins both firmly in hand. She gave KateÕs bottom
another light brush of the cat and Kate, not waiting for a harder stroke,
bolted forward.
Kate padded down the hallway on her hands and knees. The carpet
was plush and she felt grateful, knowing Marie must have laid a carpet
just for such pleasures. KateÕs breasts swung beneath her. Their tips
were unbearably hard and they pointed at angles away from each other,
young breasts, full and firm and sweetly udder-like, but unmilked, for they
did not sag or droop but had a full bounciness to them.
With her braids hanging almost to the floor and her hair sweeping
down around her slim shoulders, but her bottom and back otherwise quite
bare and revealed, Kate trundled along the floor and negotiated her way
face-first down a flight of carpeted steps. Marie followed, chuckling a
little at how KateÕs young bottom stuck up, its cheeks working in glossy
splendor as Kate hurried along the floor. The carpet smelled fresh, like
daisies. Kate knew it must have just been cleaned, especially for her,
perhaps at noon before the night of her arrival, a man working overtime to
ensure it was spotless. Kate felt her sex, moist between her thighs, snug
and purselike yet yearning to be pierced and fed. It showed itself from
behind and Kate imagined Marie to be watching it as Kate went down the
steps.
Downstairs, at the back of the townhouse, Kate heard menÕs voices.
A hint of cigar smoke touched her nose. Marie directed her to crawl to her
right and there, standing in front of a doorway, was her lover.
He was awake with the morning. Stripped naked, he stood with his
hands on his hips. His penis arced out in front of him. Beneath its
considerable length hung his balls, full and tight and ready. He did not
smile at her. He looked slightly annoyed. But his chest was large and
broad, just as she remembered so well, and his stomach flat, and his
thighs were powerful and thick. He gave a whistle. A dogÕs whistle, and
Kate felt herself impelled forward, Marie cracking the reins across her
back with a quick flip of her wrist.
Reaching her master, who was her lover, Kate instinctively, though
she had not ever done this before, bent her face down and kissed his bare
feet. It was difficult for her to kiss with the bit in her mouth but she did
her best, pursing her lips over the bit and mouthing him.
ÒHey! Stop!Ó Her lover, whose name was Trent, said aloud. Kate
heard laughter, male laughter, and she heard Marie giggle.
ÒShe is a good slave,Ó Marie said to Trent. ÒYou should be proud of
her.Ó
ÒI am, but sheÕs getting my feet wet,Ó Trent said, lifting a foot.
Kate sucked his big toe into her mouth, not knowing why, afraid, perhaps,
of what lay ahead for her. Trent pulled his toe out of her mouth and
pointed to the doorway.
Kate crawled within. It was a beige room, arranged with couches
but with no table, though Kate saw a breakfast tray brimming with food
and coffee sitting on an empty loveseat. To her surprise there were three
men within. They all had business suits on. KateÕs lover followed her into
the room. He sat down on a couch between two of the men in suits. They
did not touch him, but they gazed in open admiration at his cock.
ÒThese are my gay friends,Ó Marie said to Kate, who knelt like a
puppy beside MarieÕs feet, for Marie still held her reins. ÒAs you know,
your lover is paying me to train you. But he will be spared a little of the
cost for allowing me to have my gay friends attend you and he at your nude
honeymoon breakfast. Stand up, dear, go and sit on his lap and kiss him
like a young female should.Ó
Kate stood up and found she was wobbly on her feet, she was so
nervous. She saw her lover smile. Even the gay men turned to look at her,
she was so beautiful, her blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight that
pierced the window curtains, drawn closed so no one would see but thin
and gauzy, so that light could enter the room. Kate advanced with mincing
steps toward her lover. He gazed up at her proudly. He felt pleasure at
seeing her encumbered like this before him, Kate saw, for his penis,
already hard, lengthened further, to a very stiff eight and a half inches.
He delighted in her beauty and her captivity. KateÕs chains clinked their
links together as she padded across the rug, meekly, watching her feet so
she wouldnÕt trip when she wasnÕt glancing up at her lover. The other men
shared his admiration of her, and especially, looking down at his groin,
they shared their admiration for the effect she had on him. Kate felt like
a woman great with child as she made her way across the room all
entangled and cuffed, only her bosoms moving freely. And she knew she
was wet in her cunt, and she wondered if the other men, and her lover,
could smell her scent.
Kate settled onto her loverÕs knee. She had to sit just so to avoid
banging her legs against his erection. He stroked her thighs and pulled her
closer and she felt her closest thigh push his erection up, so that it stuck
up at her like a flagpole. His belly was hairy. His legs were hairy and
their hairs pricked at her bare bottom. Trent drew her face to his and he
kissed her nose. Then he kissed her mouth. He tongued at her bit with his
tongue. She tried to respond but the bit held her tongue down. He grabbed
at her breasts and felt their fullness. He kneaded the big cones of flesh
and tried to prick his thumb on her softly sharp nipples.
He seemed rougher with her than heÕd ever been before. He squeezed
her breasts hard and made her gasp, the bit stifling her little cry. He
pinched each of her nipples. He ran a hand down her tummy, feeling its
silky nudity, and then jammed his hand between her legs and fondled her
cunt. She was forced to open her legs to him and his big hand shoved a
finger into her twat.
ÒOh!Ó Kate yelped. She was not used to being handled so and it
frightened her. Yet it taunted her, somewhere deep inside herself, for she
knew she could do nothing, in her bit and her head harness and her chains,
to deny anyone. And, besides all that, goading her even more, her lover
was large, taller even than Marie, and she was but 5-2 and big only in her
breasts.
Marie stood over the couple, watching as Trent took liberties with
his love that she had not permitted him before. He bit into her breasts,
not hard, but not gently either, feeling their weight and softness and their
resilient yielding. Kate felt tears in her eyes and thought he might eat her
alive. His teeth left marks when he drew his mouth away. Then he
attacked her nipples with his tongue and his teeth, and Kate cried out as
his teeth made a gripping clamp on her closest nipple, and seemed to suck
hard on it, as if milk might squirt out.
ÒTell me you are not as old as you say,Ó Trent breathed hotly to Kate
when heÕd lifted his mouth from her nipples. ÒTell me I can go to prison if
I fuck you.Ó
ÒYou can,Ó Kate coughed, feeling tears stain her cheeks. ÒYou can go
to prison if you serve me a drink!Ó Her breasts hurt a little from his
mouthing but she felt butterflies leap in her tummy as she spoke, good
butterflies, and she managed to tease him despite herself. She reached
down with both her manacled hands and caught at his penis and held it
tight.
Trent groaned. Kate, who had only handled his manhood with the
greatest respect before this, a little afraid of it, in fact, now pinched him
with her nailed fingers, right on his throbbing shaft. Her lover flexed his
chest but he didnÕt make her stop. Kate bent low and jammed his cockhead
into her bitted mouth and tried to bite him. But the bit kept her peaceful.
She could only breathe on him and pass her lips across his peehole. She
hoped to wet his cockhead with her saliva but instead she felt his precum
wetting her lips.
Maria laughed. ÒLetÕs have breakfast, you two! You have all day to
fuck. IÕm hungry!Ó She pulled KateÕs head upright and made her sit still.
She unbuckled KateÕs head harness so Kate could eat. Then, with Kate told
to sit quietly and Trent told to behave, Maria rang a little bell and Cindy
entered.
There was a soft shuffling of feet upon the carpet. With her red hair
hanging around her face, her braids long since undone and her eyes a little
sleepy looking, Kate got the impression that Cindy had just awakened. She
wore a baby doll nightie that floated around her waist, too short to cover
her pussy. The fabric was see-through. Within her nightie CindyÕs
hourglass figure moved, like a dancerÕs, though the girl herself stifled a
sleepy yawn. Her bosoms, full and young, quivered pointy tips into the
front of her nightie.
Cindy wore a garland of daisies upon her head. The flowers were
freshly cut. They still had a sprinkling of dew on them. Kate stared at
them a moment, and then guessed that the daisies must be from a hothouse
and the droplets of water on them not dew but water, for it was too cold
for daisies to grow outside this late in the year. Cindy reached up and
adjusted the garland upon her head. She seemed to just be aware of it,
like a child awakening and then finding its mother was near, its mother
was the one who was hugging it close, and turning to breastfeed after
first crying for milk. Kate realized, flushing a little, that a gardener must
have cut the daisies for Cindy. A gardener employed by Maria, no doubt,
who seemed to have servants on hand for every need. The man must have
woven the daisies together for Cindy and presented them to her, plopping
them on her head as she, beckoned from bed, stood sleepily before him.
And in realizing this Kate knew that whatever happened to her was hardly
private. The guests last night knew, knew her face and her body and how
it looked in the nude and how she looked with a cucumber introduced into
her. The maid Bess knew, and would gossip, quite surely, to her friends
who cleaned the houses around town. And now several gay men knew,
staring at her, and a gardener, perhaps shoveling manure outside in the
yard, he knew all about Kate too, how her lover had brought her and how
sheÕd agreed to come.
The curtains were useless. They may have been made of lead, it
made no difference, for everyone in the house knew what was transpiring
in the breakfast room. If Kate were whipped they would hear her screams.
ÒCindy, serve the men first, please,Ó Marie said to the girl. The
redhead turned to get a tray of food that had been placed on the loveseat.
Kate saw that the bottom half of her hiney was completely outside her
nightie. She glanced at the gay men. They seemed to delight in seeing her
naked ass, though it was not a maleÕs ass. No doubt any hole was alright
with them, Kate mused, provided it was an asshole and it was tight. Snug
and hidden within CindyÕs pretty nether cheeks, her anus promised certain
pleasure. Her bottomcheeks bulged as she bent to pick up the tray and
Kate noticed her loverÕs penis quiver agreeably as he, like all the rest of
them, stared at CindyÕs bare bottom.
It was a strange breakfast. Instead of dressing up, as one might at a
fine hotel, they had dressed down, all except for the gay men and Marie.
Cindy picked up the tray and found it was heavy and held it a little
unsteadily. With her garland perched on her head, her red hair loose and
carefree, and her babydoll wafting around her figure, too short to cover
her pussy, she walked barelegged up to Marie.
ÒBreakfast, maÕam?Ó Cindy asked Marie in a tentative, high-pitched
voice.
ÒYou are sweet to offer me first, but it wonÕt save your bottom,Ó
Marie said, but took a croissant all the same. She slashed her whip
against CindyÕs thigh and the girl, rising up on her toes in surprise, nearly
dropped her tray. ÒServe our lovers first. They are naked and waiting and
IÕm sure they must be a little hungry. And donÕt drop the tray or youÕll
have stable duties assigned to you, and IÕll have Bess serve us instead.Ó
Cindy bit her lower lip and nodded. The whipÕs thongs had left light
red marks across her white thigh. She turned, and Kate, who had been
furtively stroking her loverÕs penis, let go of it. It stuck up like a slab of
raw bacon. Cindy approached and bowed slightly.
Nudged by her lover, feeling a little queer, Kate reached out and
lifted a china coffee cup from the tray. It was brimming with hot coffee.
Kate drew it to her lips and blew on it and sipped it. She was careful not
to spill any on her naked breasts. She had to use both her hands, for they
were chained closely together. She felt like she was back in preschool,
sipping hot cocoa.
Trent reached out for a cup of his own. But first, too tempted to
resist, he reached above the tray and caught at CindyÕs breasts. The girl
let out a small cry of alarm. She almost dropped her tray. With both her
hands holding the heavy tray, she could only watch as Trent took liberties
with her bosoms, palping her breasts through her nightie and making her
gasp in response. He tweaked her nipples. Cindy mewled in displeasure.
But the babydoll was too sheer and flimsy to keep Trent from doing
whatever he wished, and he seemed to be in a bad boy mood all of a sudden,
hurting his loverÕs breasts and now doing the same to Cindy.
Kate, a little jealous of CindyÕs beauty, might have yanked at her
loverÕs cock to stop him, but she did not. When Trent had pleased himself
by displeasing Cindy, he lifted a coffee cup from her tray. Gallantly he
presented it to KateÕs lips and made her sip from it. Then he put it to his
mouth and drank it down.
Cindy turned away. She seemed eager to get away from Trent and
she walked quickly toward the farthest guest, instead of serving the gay
man who sat next to Kate. CindyÕs bottomcheeks rolled as she walked, her
hips swaying, the sqeezable cheeks of her ass promising to trap even a
feather if it were inserted between them. EveryoneÕs eyes followed her
bottom, even KateÕs. She cared nothing for CindyÕs ass but was still
amazed to see a waitress so boldly and lewdly displayed. All her life Kate
had always tried to be careful and modest and proper. SheÕd had some fun,
of course, but had always tried to keep within bounds, never going too far.
Now she was weighed down by chains whose very weight seemed sensual,
capturing her for her lover. She sat bare-bottomed on her loverÕs equally
bare thigh. His hair tickled her grooved satiny ass, the little hairs of his
leg sticking up between her spread bottomcheeks and teasing her anus.
With her every movement, her every breath, Kate could feel her breasts
rise and fall. Her nipples were stubbornly hard and they stuck right up,
paying no mind to all the eyes that could see them. Her braids swished
over her nipples whenever she turned her head. She was thrilled to be so
close to her lover, his thing sticking right up between his legs, hard and
ready for her. It offered droplets of precum to her that, if unattended to,
ran down his shaft to collect in the hair on his balls.
Cindy, doing her best to please, stood erectly before the first of the
gay men, the one farthest from Trent and Kate, and offered her tray to him.
ÒPlease help yourself, sir!Ó Cindy said, her voice meek and polite. The man
reached with both his hands, but not to take anything from her tray. He
grabbed Cindy by her hips and to a shrieking cry of dismay from her turned
her around. The move was abrupt and Cindy barely retained her tray as she
was turned. She found herself staring at Marie. The woman, sitting in a
chair of her own and nibbling her croissant, merely stared back at her,
from across the room, her whip dangling in her hand.
The gay man seized CindyÕs bottom cheeks and yanked them apart
like a boy opening a present. Cindy yelped out a cry of alarm. Bending
forward, the man put his nose into the cleft of her ass and sniffed.
ÒAh, smells as good as a lad, she does,Ó the man said in an English
accent.
ÒAny port in a storm,Ó his gay friend, who sat behind Kate, next to
her lover on whose knee she perched, called out. The other gay man,
sitting opposite Trent, reached out and clasped competitively at TrentÕs
organ. Kate had let a drop of precum form on the tip of TrentÕs cock and
the gay man wiped it off with his finger. It was a rough, callous finger,
hardly what Kate would have expected on a gay man. Suburbia did not
teach the finer points of Gaydom to its young girls, she realized. Not all
gay men had fine-tipped fingers like Elton John. In her mind she named the
men: Eeney, Meeney, and Miney. Miney was, for her, the closest one, the
one who did not understand that her lover belonged to her, not himself.
Trent was not gay. But Miney stroked TrentÕs cock all the same, happy, it
seemed, that he had a cock in his hands that was a straight cock, and
resistant. Trent was obviously displeased but he did not stop the man. He
had agreed to let himself be touched, to keep the expense of KateÕs
training affordable.
ÒWe are both slaves,Ó Kate whispered to herself. The thought scared
her more deeply than any other sheÕd had in this strange house. And yet it
somehow made her even more attentive to herself. Her body was not hers,
it belonged to her lover, yet he wished her trained and he himself
permitted others certain liberties in order to have Kate dealt with
completely and properly. Kate realized her head was spinning and she
could barely control her passion. Whatever her lover had gotten her into,
it was driving her wild!
ÒOoooh! Please DONÕT!Ó Cindy, the little servant girl whose bottom
was just too tempting, cried out behind Kate, and Kate turned her head
again to see. Cindy, clutching at her tray, was bent over. The gay man had
her ass cheeks sprung open like a trap. His hands were big and calloused,
like MineyÕs, and he was sticking his tongue right into her puckered hole.
ÒOh, donÕt lick me THERE!Ó Cindy blurted. She twisted her hips and
tried to pull her bottom away but the gay man held her fast. Marie, seeing
she was about to drop her tray, leapt up from her chair. She strode quickly
over to the girl, leaving her croissant behind on a napkin spread on the arm
of her chair, and took the tray from Cindy.
ÒWhy, heÕs just having a little chocolate before breakfast, darling!Ó
Marie laughed. She clearly enjoyed CindyÕs predicament. She did nothing
to stop MineyÕs explorations. Cindy shivered. Her breasts wiggled
temptingly in her nightie. It was cut low in front and one of CindyÕs
nipples managed to escape her nightie, and a moment later the entire
breast followed, spilling out of her babydoll like fruit from an overturned
basket. Marie set the tray aside and reached under the girl. She drew
CindyÕs nightie down and CindyÕs other breast popped out. Marie hefted
both girlÕs bosoms on her palms and gently squeezed them.
ÒOh, STOP!Ó Cindy begged.
ÒItÕs what you get for wearing no panties, honey!Ó Marie laughed.
ÒOhhhh! IÕm sleepy! I want to go back to BED!Ó Cindy complained.
ÒShe wants to be bedded,Ó Marie chuckled. ÒMy dear, you must do
your chores first, and then have your morning spanking. Then you may do
as you wish until noon, when lunch must be served.Ó
ÒOoooo, no no no!Ó Cindy whined, but the gay man thrust his tongue
quite deeply into her ass and seemed to enjoy what he found there.
ÒYou did not enemize her?Ó Meeney asked aloud of Maria, sitting
behind Kate and stroking KateÕs bottom, but obviously asking about Cindy,
for his eyes were on the girl and he only massaged KateÕs bottom in an
absent-minded way, like one twiddles oneÕs thumbs when one is left with
nothing to do.
ÒNo, I did not,Ó Maria answered. ÒI thought IÕd let whatever was up
there be dug out by him, if he wished to go spelunking. Kate is also
natural. I did not prepare her bowels for our breakfast. The same for
Trent.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Kate said. She turned her head away from Marie and Cindy and
felt herself blushing. Meeney, behind her, probed between her spread
cheeks. Kate jerked as she felt him get too deep. She was modest, he was
not. He squirmed his way into her cheeks and found her hole.
ÒAn anal breakfast, yes!Ó Miney crowed. He ran a hand down TrentÕs
ribs and tried to wedge his hand between TrentÕs back and the back of the
couch, but Trent was large and heavy. Miney could not push him forward
and Trent offered no assistance. Miney had to content himself with
TrentÕs cock instead. It unfortunately, stuck up all too helpfully.
Trent sat like a young stallion between two owners, his mare
perched on his knee. Kate leaned forward and kissed Trent. She held his
cockhead. Meeney worked his fist up and down TrentÕs penis. Both Kate
and Trent still held their coffee, Kate carefully holding her steaming cup
right next to TrentÕs cock, for her hands were chained together and she
couldnÕt separate them. Trent held his cup of coffee, having no place to
set it down. He tugged at KateÕs nipples with his free hand as he mouthed
her mouth with his own. Their tongues touched. TrentÕs breath was hot in
KateÕs mouth, spurred by her and MeeneyÕs handling of his organ.
ÒSpurt! Cum on your girlfriendÕs thigh,Ó Meeney said in a cruel voice.
He hand-jobbed TrentÕs penis as if it were a water pump, drawing water
up from a well.
ÒNo,Ó Trent breathed. His big chest flexed. KateÕs tongue weaved
with his and then his overpowered hers and drove deep into her mouth.
ÒWe are becoming too excited!Ó Marie said suddenly. ÒHands off,
everyone! I do want us to have a nice breakfast.Ó
Kate kept kissing Trent, urgently. But a few seconds after she heard
Marie speak a hand came to the back of her hair and pulled her gently back,
then harder, until Kate was forced to separate her lips from Trent.
MarieÕs hand batted her hand away from her loverÕs cock and forced Meeney
to desist in his unwanted ministrations.
Kate looked up. Her lipstick felt smeared, though she was sure it
could not be, for it was specially selected by Bess not to smear, so she
could kiss. KateÕs hair fell into her eyes and she did not bother to shake
her head to brush it away. She watched as Marie strode back to her chair
and sat down. Cindy, relieved at last of the tongue in her bottom, stood up
and held her cheeks together, feeling them, flexing them a little. She
looked quite happy to have her ass to herself again. Miney sat wiping his
tongue on an linen napkin. He made Cindy hand him a cup of coffee and he
used it to wash his tongue.
ÒGentlemen, I expect you to cream in your pants today,Ó Marie said,
sitting in her own chair and nibbling at her croissant again. ÒThere are
many places where you would get in trouble if you creamed in your pants
at breakfast, but not here! Here it is expected. And Cindy is going to give
you something to get you started.Ó
Cindy stood and brushed back her long flowing hair. She was the
center of attention again, and she seemed to enjoy it. The tongue up her
ass seemed to have finally awakened her. Her eyes were wide but she
lowered her lashes demurely, savoring all the male eyes fixed upon her. It
mattered not that they were gay men. Eeney himself had proven that a gay
man could violate her just as completely as any other. And Cindy, blushing
a little and biting her lip at her pleasure at being watched, pulling up both
straps on her nightie, relished the male attention. The men had hard cocks
that bulged in their trousers. Their attention was avidly fixed on her, as
if she had switched their preference somehow.
Now, as Kate saw, Cindy was going to feed and arouse the maleÕs
attention even more. The girl picked up a pitcher of cream from the tray.
The pitcher was white and patterned with roses. They matched the color
of the peonies in a vase near MarieÕs chair. Cindy turned to Eeney. The
man who had so recently possessed her now sat open-mouthed as she bent
and unzipped him. Keeping her pitcher aloft, she prised her fingers within
his underpants. She found his pee hole in his underpants and opened it.
Then, pouring carefully, to a shocked gasp from Eeney, Cindy poured the
warm cream from her pitcher straight into his pants.
ÒYe Cats! ThatÕs hot!Ó Eeney gurgled.
ÒItÕs just warm. You must not be used to cream in your pants,Ó Marie
said from her chair, laughing a little. Kate laughed too as she saw EeneyÕs
reaction. The manÕs face reddened and he squirmed in his chair, but Cindy,
with an admirably steady hand, just kept pouring. Cream overflowed onto
the manÕs trousered crotch. Cindy seemed to regard that as a good
stopping point. Calmly she lifted her pitcher upright so that the stream
stopped. Then, setting the pitcher back down on the tray, she zipped Eeney
back up, so that he was no freer than before, his cock still trapped inside
his pants.
ÒRub yourself a little if you like,Ó Marie said to the men. ÒIÕll be
doing Trent myself, so that he doesnÕt feel too unmanly, just as I took his
girlfriend last night. You may watch, of course, but youÕll have to keep
your sperm in your pants. I canÕt have too big of a mess in here. Rub
yourselves and sperm in your pants and when breakfast is over IÕll let you
wash off at the kitchen sink before you go. You did bring an extra pair of
pants in your briefcases, like I told you to?Ó The three men nodded.
ÒGood. So youÕll be a little late for work, but quite happy, and quite
productive too, IÕm sure, having had such a good start!Ó Marie smiled.
ÒCanÕt we at least have her ass?Ó Eeney asked of Cindy, pointing to
the girl as she made ready to approach Meeney with her pitcher.
ÒNo, dear. She is my special pet. SheÕll need to be taken outside for
her spanking as soon as IÕm done eating. Anyway, you havenÕt paid me
enough to have her. Save up your pennies and perhaps her lover will still
be keeping her here when you come back again. But sheÕs pregnant, so
donÕt be too long about it!Ó Marie laughed. Her voice had emphasized the
word ÔlongÕ and she seemed to be in high spirits. Kate listened behind
herself as Cindy, standing over Meeney, who still palmed and patted KateÕs
bottom as if it were a toy made for distraction, unzipped MeeneyÕs fly.
There was a sound of rich fluid being poured forth and Meeney grunted.
Kate felt the couch move as Meeney bucked his hips. She glanced at Eeney.
He looked a little disconsolate but he had accepted MarieÕs advice and
taken to rubbing his zippered crotch with his hand. He stared at CindyÕs
bottom. The girl gave Meeney his due and then righted her stance. She
moved round Kate and came to Trent.
ÒYes, you must have cream too,Ó Cindy smiled. She looked down at
his cock and saw that it quavered erectly over the blue fabric of the couch.
ÒOh! Let me get you a little placemat, to catch the spills,Ó Cindy said.
She retreated to the chair where the tray sat. She put her pitcher down.
She plucked a linen napkin from the tray and returned to Trent with it.
She unfolded it and placed it neatly under his quivering cock. Then,
getting her pitcher again, she came back and held it over TrentÕs dick.
ÒReady?Ó Cindy asked. Her eyes were bright and she clearly enjoyed
servicing Trent best of all. He wasnÕt gay, and she knew he coveted her
almost as much as his lover. Kate watched, wide-eyed, as Cindy poured
the rich milky cream over TrentÕs naked cock. It splattered onto his
cockhead and ran down his shaft. It collected in the hair of his balls. It
spilled onto the napkin. Cindy upped the pitcher just in time, before there
was too much cream and it ran all over the couch. Some did trickle back
under TrentÕs ass, but there was not enough to seriously wet their seat.
ÒThanks. I needed that,Ó Trent said wryly. Cindy blushed and moved
to Miney and unzipped him. She gave him his due and then zipped him back
up.
ÒNow, my dear, get down on your knees, for its time for your cereal,Ó
Marie said to Kate. Cindy, to KateÕs surprise, set her pitcher on the floor
and sat in MineyÕs lap. The man seemed not the least upset and gladly
traded his hand for her bottomÕs squirmings.
Marie made Kate kneel on the floor between her loverÕs legs. She
found herself face to face with his cock and his balls. On either side of
her head his hairy legs encompassed her. She placed her chained hands on
the floor and knelt with her feet, themselves chained, tucked under her,
with her bottom raised up so that she looked like an eager dog waiting for
her master to feed her. She felt her bottom sway and knew she must be
trying to wag her tail for him.
Marie gave Cindy a hot bowl of porridge. It smelled of oatmeal. Kate
realized that, as a proper pony, she must have her oats. The thought made
her hiney wiggle and she almost wished Marie would give her a good slash
with her whip to make her feel even more like a good little pony.
As Kate watched with baited breath, knowing something utterly
lewd and wonderful must be about to happen, Cindy took her loverÕs penis
in her small hand. Trent was quite large and his thing stuck out both ends
of her little fist and Cindy had trouble holding him, Trent was so eager by
now to cum. He was drooling gobs of precum and Kate watched as Cindy
stuck his cock directly into the oatmeal porridge.
ÒEat, pony!Ó Cindy said in a happy, high-pitched voice to Kate.
Drawing TrentÕs big penis out of the bowl, she presented it to KateÕs face.
Kate saw that her loverÕs cock was covered in oatmeal. After a momentÕs
surprise, she darted her tongue out and lapped at the porridge covered
penis.
ÒAughghgh!Ó Trent moaned as his swollen cock was cleaned by KateÕs
tongue. She was avid in her lickings and, she realized as she bathed him,
she was hungry. Kate waggled her bottom eagerly as Cindy redipped her
loverÕs organ in the porridge and presented it again. Once more Kate
tongued her loverÕs organ, and found the porridge delicious.
ÒYes, thatÕs it! You are a good little horsey,Ó Marie said. She stood
over the hungry bride-to-be and her stiffened groom. Trent was in seventh
heaven and yet it was obvious that if he was used in this way for very long
Kate would get a faceful of cream with her cereal. Every muscle in
TrentÕs chest and stomach and legs strained as he fought to hold back his
sperm. Kate felt small and wonderful as she knelt between her loverÕs
legs, forced to clean his cock after every dipping in the cereal bowl. She
let her bottom sway salaciously behind her. She knew Eeney was watching
her hiney and studying her cheeks with avid attention as she squeezed
them and let them go, then squeezed them again, anticipating a fuck by
somebody. Surely Marie would let her have her lover in her cunt and not
make her accept all his sperm in her face! Trent was hard beyond belief
and yet, as she tongued him, he somehow managed to hold in his seed. If
she worked quickly, he might last until the porridge bowl was empty, and
then she would leap up and mount him, if nothing else, and ride him to
victory. As if in anticipation of her plan, Marie reached down and grabbed
a handful of KateÕs hair.
Kate kept licking. Imprisoned between her loverÕs legs and with
Marie now reigning her in, she had no choice but to clean her loverÕs cock
after every new dipping into the porridge bowl. Cindy sighed softly. She
looked quite proud of herself for having such a big cock in her hand, all
stiff and excited. It was obvious, as TrentÕs eyes darted from her to Kate,
that she was quite appealing to him, and he enjoyed her fondling hand.
Cindy pushed her breasts out, letting Trent see all she had. She opened her
thighs. She gave him an inviting glance and wriggled her bottom. Miney,
entertaining her ass on his crotch, groaned and spurted into his pants.
ÒOh! Did you just cum?Ó Cindy asked Miney. She looked slightly
miffed that the gay man would ejaculate with her bare, unprotected
bottom in his lap. Miney blushed and nodded. ÒWell I hope none of your
stuff gets on me!Ó Cindy snipped. She moved her ass a little forward in
his lap in hopes of avoiding his sperm.
ÒAhhhhhh!Ó Kate suddenly heard behind her. Meeney, using his hand,
had just climaxed. His jism brooded in his pants and he rubbed himself a
little glumly now, his pleasure over.
Like Superman, Trent fought to maintain control and somehow
succeeded. Marie seemed a little disappointed. Kate suspected she
wanted to see her messed by a faceful of cum. Yet Kate, with her pretty
braids, was still quite clean and rosy-cheeked, with just a little porridge
on her nose. The bowl was empty now and Cindy made Kate lick the inside
of it completely clean with her tongue.
ÒWell! You proved to be much more of a stalwart than I expected,Ó
Marie said to Trent. She eyed his big penis, still holding Kate by her hair
so that she couldnÕt mount him.
ÒIt was tough,Ó Trent gasped. He had to squeeze his eyes shut as
another sexual tremor ran down his organ. He clenched his buttocks in the
sofa and grimaced and the wave of pleasure passed away. He opened his
eyes again. ÒGod, you have some tongue!Ó He said to Kate. Cindy, not
wanting to spoil his success, let go of his cock. Her fingers were a little
sticky from the porridge and she licked them clean, one by one, as if she
were a baby just finishing a favorite meal.
ÒAlright, Mr. Hunk, get down on your knees on the floor,Ó Marie said
to Trent. ÒI promised our gay friends here that IÕd fuck your ass and IÕm
wet and hot for you!Ó Her eyes were wild and she yanked Kate backward so
that the girl couldnÕt get to her lover. Trent rose.
Eeney stood up and came over to Kate and took her from Marie.
Holding her by her hair, he drew her up so that she knelt erectly before
him. But he let her face away from her, so that she could watch as Marie
fucked her lover. Kate, dizzy with emotions and not knowing what to do,
held down by her chains and captive to EeneyÕs desires, knelt on the rug
obediently. She heard Eeney unzip himself behind her. Surreptitiously,
Marie too busy to notice, he shoved his erection into the mass of KateÕs
lovely blonde hair. Kate yelped as she felt his pee hole bump up against
the back of her neck. But she could do nothing, and nobody heard her, for
they were all entranced by Trent and the impending loss of his anal
virginity.
ÒNow, sir, IÕm going to give you what youÕve always wanted but been
too afraid to ask for!Ó Marie crowed. Trent knelt obediently before her, on
the carpet, just a few feet away from Kate. His head hung down and his
penis, engorged as ever, hung down between his legs like a big summer
sausage in a smokehouse. Kate watched as a drop of precum drooled down
from the tip of his penis and landed on the carpet.
ÒJust make it quick,Ó Trent replied to Marie. ÒI donÕt like being
made to look like a fag.Ó
ÒIÕm a woman, dear,Ó Marie answered. And, as if to prove it, she
reached back behind herself and unzipped her dress. The garment fell
away and, as Kate had suspected, Marie was ready for action underneath.
She wore absolutely nothing. No bra, no panties. Just her long black
leather boots and her matching fingerless gloves. Marie strode past Kate
to the low table where the flower vase stood and picked up a bell sitting
there and rang it.
ÒBess, bring my dildo!Ó Marie called. The door to the breakfast room
was ajar and a moment later Bess appeared. On a small silver tray, half
the size of the tray that had borne their food, was a big dildo and straps.
Marie thanked Bess and took the dildo from the tray. ÒCindy, come and
help me get this on!Ó Marie said. Quietly Bess withdrew, leaving them to
their game, but not before her eyes met KateÕs and she seemed to say, ÔI
told you so. Poor American girl.Õ
Kate knelt shivering on the rug, too scared to know how to act or
respond. Her lover knelt before her with his ass raised to the gay men,
waiting for Marie to mount him. Marie struggled into her dildo harness.
Cindy buckled it for her and adjusted it so that the big hulking dildo stuck
out in front of her as if she were some permanently erect man.
ÒNow I am ready for you, my sweet stallion!Ó Marie said to TrentÕs
ass when sheÕd gotten the harness on. Cindy fetched a jar of KY jelly from
behind the flower vase, secreted there for the breakfastÕs conclusion. She
took big gobbed handfuls of the stuff onto her fingers and spread it
liberally all over MarieÕs fake cock. When the job was done and Marie was
fully lubed, the woman knelt down on the carpet behind Trent. Her long
boots protected her knees from rug burns.
ÒAck!Ó Trent said through gritted teeth as he felt his buns pulled
apart by Marie.
ÒRelax your bottom, boy! I can hardly get it open!Ó Marie said.
ÒCindy, take hold of his cock and give him a good yank to make him
obedient!Ó Marie called to her favorite girl. The redhead knelt dutifully
beside Trent. She reached under him and, like a maiden milking a cow, she
pulled hard on TrentÕs dick.
ÒWhooaa!Ó Trent bellowed. Cindy gave him another yank and Marie
pinched his balls.
ÒOhhh!Ó Kate cried, herself in distress, for she suddenly felt Eeney
ejaculate onto her neck.
ÒKate! Get my whip! I want you to whip your loverÕs back or IÕll
never get his asscheeks apart!Ó Marie called to the girl.
Kate, glad to get away from Eeney, whatever the cost, rose up from
the floor. She felt EeneyÕs hot sperm run down her back and find its way
into the crack of her bottom. Managing to ignore it, however, and a little
peeved at Trent for putting her in such an embarrassing place, she went
and fetched MarieÕs whip and came striding back, quick as her chains
would allow, swinging it vengefully.
ÒGive him a good slash right here on his ass,Ó Marie told Kate,
backing up. ÒThe man has buns of steel.Ó
Kate toyed for a moment with the idea of slashing at Marie instead.
But the woman was tall and powerful. Even in kneeling she retained her
aura of authority. She looked like a cat about to pounce on prey. Kate
realized she stood no chance against the woman. So, instead, she took out
her fear and anger on her lover.
WHACK! Kate brought MarieÕs whip down upon her loverÕs ass and
watched as he responded. Trent groaned. His head shot up.
ÒCareful of his balls!Ó Marie cautioned. ÒHeÕs a wonderful stud. I
donÕt want him hurt. Just obedient.Ó
Kate nodded. She was fully in the grip of Marie now, obeying her,
pleasing her with her actions as well as her body. Kate brought the cat
down carefully, not hitting hard enough, but Marie didnÕt scold her for she
new the girl was new at such things. Kate lifted the crop again and
managed to flog her lover more fully on the next stroke. She watched as
the little knotted leather tips of the crop skittered into his furrow and
made him wince and buck like a horse.
ÒLegs apart, young man! You mustnÕt try to hide anything from us
girls!Ó Marie told Trent. His balls stuck rudely out from between his
thighs in any event, but now Marie, reaching forward, made him show
himself more completely, so that if she bent down she could see his balls
swing and his penis hanging down beyond.
ÒAgain, Kate dear. Make him really feel it this time!Ó Marie said.
Kate did her best, slashing hard high on her loverÕs rump so that his balls
would be spared. Trent gave a groan. Cindy, milking him, tugged hard on
his cock as if it were an old sowÕs udder.
ÒEnough. Let me try to get his cheeks apart now,Ó Marie said. She
reached forward and clasped his buns and grunted. ÒOpen, young man, or I
WILL have Kate hit your balls,Ó she said. Trent groaned again and Kate
watched as he let Marie part the cheeks of his ass. ÒLet go of his dick.
IÕve got him,Ó Marie said to Cindy, meaning that she had TrentÕs ass open
to her. Marie shoved her bare hips forward, wearing only the ersatz cock.
Cindy drew back to let Trent concentrate entirely on his deflowering.
A stab. A probing shove from Marie and a grunted response from
Trent. Another stab, this one finding purchase. Kate watched with her
fist balled into her open mouth.
ÒYes! I can feel him opening up to me,Ó Marie called out to the girls.
She took a hand off TrentÕs rump and used it to lift her probing dildo so
that it gained a deeper entry inside TrentÕs anus. ÒCome on, get in, you big
thing!Ó Marie said. Trent bucked back hard at her to knock her away but
instead, as any girl might have warned him, found Marie stuck more deeply
into himself.
ÒNo! Please!Ó Trent said. He did not try to escape her but he hoped
for mercy. Marie gave him none.
ÒIN, you damn dildo, get in his hole!Ó Marie urged the thing strapped
to her waist. Then, realizing all was hopeless, she reached round herself
and flicked a little switch nestled into the small of her back, where the
strap of her dildo harness lay.
Kate heard a buzzing sound. TrentÕs eyes widened. Marie laughed.
Her dildo was stuck partway in TrentÕs ass, just the tip, but it was enough
to allow her evil alternate plan to take hold. From within the dildo, Trent
describing the feeling as it happened to him, his face a picture of shock, a
smaller tool emerged. It buzzed and slowly rotated and it carried its own
lubrication. It came out of what would have been the big dildoÕs pee hole,
had it possessed one, and, already within TrentÕs ass, it burrowed more
deeply, where its big brother could not reach.
ÒNo! Get that thing out--oh my God its going right up meeee!Ó Trent
said in a frightened voice. Kate watched, wishing she could console him.
She was kneeling again, this time without EeneyÕs reproachful hand
holding her back. She nudged forward on the carpet and caught TrentÕs
face in her hands. Hoping not to offend Marie, she caressed her lover.
When she saw Marie would not complain, she offered Trent her bush. He
licked her and Kate, wanting so much to be loved there, threw back her
head and arched her bush at him and her belly.
ÒOh, yes!Ó Cindy cried. Despite being three weeks pregnant, she still
had a belly with just the slightest of swells, like KateÕs. She dropped to
her knees beside the girl and together they competed to offer Trent their
lovely bushes. Trent licked at one girlÕs cunt and then at the other. Each
threw her head back, simultaneously coaxing and caressing his face, and
shouted up her pleasure to the ceiling.
Meanwhile, the penetration of TrentÕs ass by Marie continued.
Gurgling out the story of the dildoÕs progress, the one contained inside the
other and now working its way up TrentÕs ass, he continued to lick at the
girls.
ÒOh my God Kate its reaching right up I canÕt I donÕt know how far is
it going to GO?!Ó
ÒRelax, dear boy, you can only have taken at most three inches out of
the seven,Ó Marie said quite mirthfully. She was the only one, save for the
gay men, who retained her logic and her demeanor. Kate and Cindy were
quite past adding anything up and Trent, if he did the sums, did them in
desperate agony over his bowels.
Like a penis TrentÕs tongue went where his own cock was restrained
from going. Even as the dildo reamed his ass in rotating strokes, his own
tongue penetrated the cunts of the girls. First Kate and then Cindy tried
mounting herself on TrentÕs tongue. He gave each a little ride on his
probing mouth and then switched to the other, to the dismay of the first.
He seemed equally taken with both girlÕs luscious scented cunts, wet with
their overwhelming desire. He showed neither any special favors.
Instead, each was fucked just as if he were an obedient stud, and he
worked them most vigorously, though his tongue was much shorter than
his cock and both girls wished they could have what was sticking so
marvelously between his legs.
ÒAhhh, thatÕs the farthest it will go. How does it feel?Ó Marie asked
Trent. She had heard a change in the buzzing as the protruded dildo
reached its maximum length. Trent gritted his teeth and kept tonguing
Cindy and Kate as the rotating dildo spun slowly within his guts. He was
mounted, though Marie herself was only kneeling behind him, the dildo
doing the rest. He could not move and when he did, accidentally, he gave a
short cry of alarm as he realized the rubber intruder did not take well the
idea of anything moving except itself.
Kate reached orgasm and yanked at CindyÕs hair as she did,
delightfully happy, Cindy stroking her belly and humming a little gleeful
cry as she serviced herself with her fingertip in the absence of TrentÕs
tongue. Trent worked Kate as hard as he could with his tongue and then
switched to Cindy. She yelled as he brought her to an orgasm as intense as
KateÕs. Behind herself Kate heard someone enter. Turning briefly, she saw
it was Bess, come to clean up the dishes. The woman watched. Kate bit
her lip and fingered herself and turned back to Trent.
ÒMy, you have quite a pair there, havenÕt you?Ó Bess said to Marie.
ÒYes, they are fine fillies, and IÕm going to give them both a good
whipping as soon as Trent here has had his ass properly reamed,Ó Marie
said happily. She picked up her cat and slashed it across TrentÕs back.
Trent moaned but said nothing. He was too busy giving Cindy her due.
At last, after Trent had gotten a Ôfull measure,Õ as Marie put it, of
what it meant to be fucked up the ass (good education for his future
relations with girls) Marie withdrew the little dildo inside the big one and
then pulled the big one out of his ass. It came out with a distinct popping
sound as TrentÕs anal ring was permitted to close up again. Trent rose up
onto his knees, straightening his back, and rubbed his ass.
To the delight of both Kate and Cindy, they saw that Trent was still
bone hard. His cock stuck out at them and both girls, kneeling in front of
him, recovering from their orgasm, lunged at his toy.
ÒItÕs mine!Ó Kate cried. But Cindy was equally avid and cried out the
same gleeful cry.
ÒGirls, donÕt fight over my---Ó Trent said. Suddenly his alarmed
warning changed to a groan of pleasure. The girlÕs grabbing hands, fighting
so zealously over his hard-on, suddenly found it spurting cum onto their
bellies. They both shoved their pussies forward and caught as much as
they could in their pubic curls. Both wanted to mount him but there was
no time and they had to content with wetting their cunts on his semen as
he spewed forth his volcanic seed. A whole morningÕs worth of temptation
splattered their bellies and their cunts. When Trent had finished, the girls
reluctantly let him go.
ÒNow you naughty girls must have your bottoms whipped for making
him cum,Ó Marie said. Both girls turned about and saw Marie, having risen
from behind Trent, standing ominously behind them. She held her cat in
her hands and the fake dildo still hung from her nest, looking as ready as
ever to drill into new bottoms.
ÒOh, please!Ó Kate moaned. Cindy echoed her cry.
ÒFlog them,Ó Trent said. He rubbed his ass and he sounded like
someone whoÕd sat on a very unpleasant object. ÒFlog them both until
their bottoms burn!Ó
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