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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SINS OF THE FLESH
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Chapter One
Jackie was 15 and new to modelling. SheÕd just done her first
assignment and the photographer had been cute but sheÕd turned his offers
down afterward. Yet she yearned for a guy in her life, perhaps even a man,
and now she sat in her bikini in ElaineÕs living room, the two of them fresh
from the pool, after an afternoon swim, resting from their assignments
that morning.
ÒI had to pose with a tiger,Ó Jackie said. ÒI thought he was going to
eat me!Ó Elaine laughed.
ÒA wild animal on your first day? My, my. It may portend
something, but I donÕt know what. Maybe youÕll have a wild life.Ó She sat
down beside Jackie and opened a photo album. The room was cool. The air
conditioner was on but it was blazing hot outside. They sat on the couch,
drying in their wet little bikinis, their long hair slowly turning from wet
ropes to soft lanky strands.
ÒSee? We had a party,Ó Elaine pointed to the pictures. Models were
dressed in skirts and gowns, photographers and agents and other men wore
suits. All was decorous, but Jackie was sitting with her hands pressed
tightly between her thighs, for she remembered what theyÕd started
talking about out by the pool. Until the pool cleaning man showed up,
forced them to retreat inside.
ÒBut why?Ó Jackie asked, as the pictures of the decorous, polite
guests gave way to people undressing and, finally, pictures she could
hardly look at, of a woman naked and bound and gagged.
ÒItÕs fun,Ó Elaine said.
ÒBut whatÕs fun about it?Ó Jackie asked. Yet, despite the fact that
her small bikini swim briefs had dried, she knew why. There was a wet
spot, quite small, down between her legs, on her swimsuit, where her
cuntlips were inexplicably moistening. Her nipples stood up, poking into
her bra cups. That was why. Yet why did it excite her to see this poor
woman in the photos, and what the men were doing to her?
Elaine closed the photo album, put it back on the shelf by the couch.
Jackie watched her bottom. It swayed with her steps and Elaine reached
back and tugged the soft cottony fabric of the suit out of her ass. It was a
suit more for sunbathing than swimming. It frayed when it became wet.
Yet sheÕd gone swimming it in anyway, and now the fibers of the suit
began to tear as she pulled the suit out of her ass.
ÒOh, darn!Ó Elaine said unhappily. She felt behind herself. She could
feel the too-gentle suit beginning to come apart in her hands. ÒThis was
one of my party suits. I didnÕt mean to wear it to the pool!Ó she exclaimed.
Jackie knew what she meant. Jackie had a suit of black plastic she used
to wear. It turned hot in the sun but she liked it so much so wore it
anyway. It hugged her hips and cupped her breasts very sexily, she
thought, lifting them up, the cups a little too small for them. SheÕd got it
at 13, against her motherÕs wishes. SheÕd worn it to the pool everyday.
SheÕd always had to sit in the shade, take special care of herself, in that
suit. But it had made the boys more enthusiastic, seeing her in it, knowing
it might burn her if it got too hot. And the other girls had been envious.
TheyÕd said she looked like a little Ôdomme.Õ Jackie hadnÕt known what
that meant when sheÕd first gotten the suit. But one day, as a boy she
liked sat in the shade with her, and kissed her, heÕd told her. When night
fell she rewarded him by letting him have her. It had been her first time.
HeÕd been gentle, but firm, not wanting to let her get away, even when he
was about to enter her, was in her a little bit, and she protested, said Ôno.Õ
HeÕd made her accept him. SheÕd always respected him for that, making
her take what she wasnÕt sure of, but wanted. TheyÕ been lovers after
that, child lovers, until he found a new girl, a girl a year younger than she.
Then she hated him and pinned his photo to a dart board she owned and
threw darts at him. After that sheÕd met another boy. And then, kissing
him goodbye, sheÕd gone off to Italy to be a model.
ÒPerhaps weÕre too beautiful, I donÕt know,Ó Elaine mused. She
peered out the window at the pool man cleaning the pool. He was
handsome, but she like being diffident. She preferred to be taken. He
might have stopped them from leaving, might have said something to them.
But heÕd been shy, or preoccupied, or something. And so he was out
cleaning the pool and she was admiring him, but she knew she wouldnÕt go
out again and give him a second chance.
She sat down next to Jackie on the couch again. Their bodies were
close, warm. She liked talking about sex and she was glad sheÕd met
Jackie. The girl smiled. ÒSo what do you think? Do you think I take my
beauty too lightly? Do we both?Ó she asked Jackie.
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Jackie said. She figeted on the couch. ÒTell me more
about your parties. About, you know, why you like to play bondage
sometimes...Ó JackieÕs voice was soft, childish. She was curious but
afraid to ask, like the boy outdoors cleaning the pool.
ÒWell,Ó Elaine said. She placed a hand on JackieÕs knee and stroked
it. She ran her fingers up JackieÕs slim thigh. Jackie giggled. She lay
back and Elaine leaned back against the couch with her and stroked her
belly. It was soft, flat, like her own. They smiled at each other.
ÒIn bondage,Ó Elaine said. ÒIt works this way. WeÕre all models. We
all love attention. So, what do you think is the best way to get
attention?Ó Jackie thought, tried ignoring ElaineÕs finger poking her belly.
ÒI donÕt know.Ó
ÒTake off your clothes, silly.Ó Elaine said.
ÒOh, yeah. I guess that would do it,Ó Jackie said. Elaine traced a
finger along the waistband of JackieÕs bikini bottoms. She plucked at the
suit, opening it a little, peered down into the soft incurving of JackieÕs
belly and the mound of hair that grew there.
ÒDonÕt!Ó Jackie protested. But she kept her hands by her sides, did
nothing to interfere. Elaine quietly closed her suit again. Jackie sighed.
Elaine ran a finger across her tummy again.
ÒSo, anyway, the victim gets undressed. At a party, you know. With
everyone watching her and probably, usually, with everyone helping her out
of her things. At least the other girls, you know.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Jackie agreed. She tried not to laugh as Elaine tickled her
tummy, lost, laughed. Elaine withdrew her hand and replaced it on her
thigh.
ÒSo anyway when the girl undresses, sheÕs not just naked,Ó Elaine
continued. ÒSheÕs excited. You know, sexually excited, no matter how she
feels about getting spanked, or whatever is going to happen to her.
Because the men are all handsome, and the females who helped her undress
are, of course, all beautiful like she is. But sheÕs the only one who is
naked. Her pussy is moist with her desire and her nipples are standing up
stiff. Like yours,Ó Elaine said. Jackie laughed. ÒThis excites you, doesnÕt
it?Ó Elaine asked.
ÒYours are pointy too,Ó Jackie said to Elaine. The older girl looked
down at herself. Her breasts sported twin points that lifted the cups of
her bra slightly.
ÒSo they are,Ó Elaine agreed. ÒBut IÕm the one who has to tell this
story, so IÕm excused.Ó
ÒWelll, IÕm the listÕner,Ó Jackie protested.
ÒLetÕs never mind about our nipples, okay?Ó Elaine asked.
ÒOkay,Ó Jackie agreed. She tilted her head and let it fall against
ElaineÕs narrow shoulder. The older girl lifted her hand, cradled JackieÕs
head, stroked her hair.
ÒSo the girl is excited, and everyoneÕs watching her, admiring her,
because of course sheÕs very beautiful, or she wouldnÕt have been a model
in the first place and she wouldnÕt have been invited to take her clothes
off at the party,Ó Jackie continued. ÒNow if everyone was just polite to
her, do you think that would be any fun? I mean, it would, some, but if
everyone was just pleasing her and pleasuring her, that would make her
the boss, and everyone would feel like they were some kind of servant.Ó
Jackie nodded, listening. She felt safe and warm with her head
cradled against ElaineÕs small shoulder, the older girlÕs hand stroking her
hair, despite the scary subject matter. She snuggled closer to ElaineÕs
body and felt the heat of it, the warmth of the skin and its supple satiny
softness. She placed a hand over ElaineÕs belly.
ÒDid you ever get pregnant at one of these parties?Ó Jackie asked.
ÒNo. Now listen. DonÕt interrupt,Ó Elaine said. She continued: ÒThe
girl, then, canÕt just be master, not naked, with everyone else clothed.
That would be silly. So of course she has to be the victim. We do stuff to
her, stuff she doesnÕt expect. Some of it makes her happy, some of it
makes her afraid, or it hurts. Though it doesnÕt harm her,Ó Elaine added
quickly.
ÒLike waht?Ó Jackie asked. She felt almost childlike now. She
pressed her body closer to ElaineÕs and waited for the woman to continue.
Elaine ran her hand down JackieÕs smooth belly and slipped a finger into
the front of her panties. Jackie didnÕt protest, only sighed. Elaine played
her finger within the fleece of her mound.
ÒWell, they might pleasure her,Ó Elaine said. She pushed her finger
farther down into JackieÕs panties. She tickled the girlÕs snatch. Jackie
laughed, but did nothing to resist, instead hugged the woman more tightly.
ÒAnd of course they do some painful things to her too, to keep her on
tenterhooks. To keep her uncertain about whatÕs going to happen. ItÕs a
mixture, you know?Ó Elaine reached across with her other hand and
pinched JackieÕs flat belly.
ÒOooch! Yes,Ó Jackie said. Elained raised her hand and cupped one of
the girlÕs breasts. She squeezed it, ran a finger exploringly over the
upraised dent of JackieÕs nipple.
ÒSo you see, the girl is able to give herself, to others, she has to!
And the men, the women, they get the excitement of having her at their
disposal. They can do whatever they wish to her. They can take license
with her body in almost any way, provided it doesnÕt harm her. And she
has to accept it, because often by now sheÕs tied, or handcuffed, or
perhaps blindfolded, or all three. And they can do as they wish and thereÕs
a great release in that, being able to handle someone however you like.
And for the girl, thereÕs a great sense of excitement. And afterward, when
itÕs all over, even though she hurts a little, she feels released too.
Because sheÕs let down her guard, completely, something so few of us ever
get to do. And sheÕs done it with other people, some of whom she doesnÕt
even know. She might never see them again and they might never see her
again, some of these people (except on the cover of a magazine, we hope!)
and yet they got to share something, something very intimate and special.
And so tomorrow sheÕll be sitting on an airplane, all dressed up, going
someplace, worring about tickets and timetables, and fending off the guy
next to her, but she knows that last night, or the previous day, she was all
naked and spread open and forced to give of herself.
ÒOr,Ó Elaine continued, ÒShe got to partake. You know, be the one
doing things. Either way itÕs fun, but if youÕre the master you have to
think what youÕre going to do next, and keep planning everything, and
worrying about your poor little slave. While, for the slave, she can be
utterly free, if sheÕs with a group she trusts or a master she trusts. Her
body is no longer her responsibility. She can live, and breathe, and cry out,
knowing theyÕll be careful with her, even as theyÕre hurting her, and she
knows theyÕll see sheÕs fed and made up and washed and bathed too, all the
things that are necessary.Ó
ÒMmmmm!Ó Jackie said. And it was then that both of them noticed
that ElaineÕs finger was in JackieÕs pants, in quite deep, and Jackie was
trying to hump herself on the stiff little digit. Her eyes were closed and,
gradually, she slowed the up and down movements, the out and back
movements, of her hips. She opened her eyes.
ÒSorry,Ó Jackie blushed.
ÒItÕs okay.Ó Elaine said. ÒDo you think youÕd like to come to our next
party?Ó
ÒWho will I be?Ó Jackie asked.
ÒThe victim. YouÕre new, thatÕs why,Ó Elaine said.
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Jackie said.
ÒGood. ThatÕs all I need to hear,Ó Elaine said. And she leaned
forward and kissed the girl on her forehead.
Elaine rose from the couch. She replaced the photo album on the
shelf. Other albums stood beside it, photos from her modelling jobs, and
photos of her as a little girl living with her family. But she reached to the
end of the shelf, where there was a Polaroid camera. She walked back to
Jackie, who sat shivering on the couch. She wasnÕt cold, despite the air
conditioning, for it was a hot July summer outside. She was anxious,
wishing she might have enjoyed ElaineÕs finger just a little more.
ÒStand up,Ó Elaine told the girl. With an ambivalent glance at the
camera, Jackie stood up. She put her hands to her panties and straightened
them. ElaineÕs finger had put them slightly askew. ÒStand still,Ó Elaine
warned. She lifted the camera to her face and aimed it. She clicked the
shutter.
For another girl, Elaine would have had her strip, to show the club
her assets. But Jackie was only 15 and so Elaine let her keep her bikini on.
She didnÕt want to be accused of manufacturing child pornography. But,
also, Elaine had a more devious motive. She liked Jackie a lot and she
didnÕt want the girl turned down from membership in the club simply
because of her age. She knew that if the men who had to approve JackieÕs
membership only got to see a photo of her in her little swimming suit,
theyÕd long to see her naked.
ÒWhy did you do that?Ó Jackie asked Elaine. She gazed at the photo
as it slid out of the camera. Elaine tugged it out and flipped it in the air
to dry it and let it develop.
ÒDonÕt you like your picture taken?Ó Elaine asked.
ÒI guess I do. Now that IÕm a model I suppose IÕll have to get used to
it.Ó
ÒYes, you will, silly!Ó Elaine said. She smiled at Jackie. She walked
over to the shelf and replaced the camera on it.
ÒI have to go back home at the end of the summer, you know,Ó Jackie
told Elaine. She lifted a finger to her mouth and speculated on the fact.
Back to school, back to her boyfriend (whom she didnÕt really like
anymore).
ÒWell then letÕs have some FUN in the meantime, okay?Ó Elaine said.
ÒCome on, IÕll take you back to your apartment and IÕll show you how to do
some fun things with that cake batter and icing you bought.Ó The sweet
girl, Elaine laughed to herself, had bought cake batter and cookie dough so
she could bake cookies and mail them to her boyfriend, the boyfriend back
home that she admitted she didnÕt really like anymore.
The girls spent the afternoon at JackieÕs baking up cakes and cookies
but, under ElaineÕs tutelage, they were the oddest sorts of cookies,
cookies Jackie would be too embarrassed to ever send to her boyfriend.
They were in the shape of penises and sweet little female snatches and
breasts. The penises got bigger every time they baked a new one until the
girlÕs had to admit they were cooking up fantasies, not duplicates of the
real thing. At last, the hour growing very late, and both of them having
modelling assignments the next morning, they retreated to JackieÕs bed
and devoured as many of the baked items as they could. Laughingly, they
fell asleep amidst the crumbs.
Jackie was approved for the club and, since sex was a possibility
(more distinct than she cared to admit), she got a physical from a doctor.
He was patient and kind and he didnÕt ask any embarrasing questions. He
mailed a clean bill of health on her to the club.
A week passed, and Jackie threw herself into her modelling and tried
not to think about her impending membership in the club. Elaine visited
her every day and they spent lots of time together by the pool, improving
their tans and baiting the pool cleaning guy, who never quite got his act
together and followed up properly on their invitations. Then, as Friday
evening approached, Elaine informed Jackie that she shouldnÕt make any
plans for the weekend.
ÒI think that pool guy might ask me out!Ó Jackie gushed to Elaine.
ÒDonÕt accept, dear. YouÕll be needed elsewhere,Ó Elaine replied,
quite formally, as they sat eating lunch at a small downtown restaurant.
Jackie gulped and said nothing.
On Friday at 6 p.m. Elaine picked up Jackie at her apartment. Jackie
asked Elaine if sheÕd like to bake cookies with her. Elaine quietly removed
a pair of oven mitts from JackieÕs hands and told her to put them away.
She remarked to herself how interesting it was that Jackie, despite being
all dressed to go, wearing her best discotheque gear, was nonetheless
stalling, trying to induce her to spend the night baking cookies! And she
knew Jackie would be upset if she wasnÕt actually forced to put the oven
mitts away and come along. She was delaying, a common female trait,
especially among a Ônewbie,Õ who was afraid to admit to herself what
excited her, what she wanted.
ÒLetÕs go,Ó Elaine said, when Jackie returned from the kitchen.
Firmly she took the girlÕs hand. ÒLeave your purse,Ó Elaine added.
ÒBut--!Ó Jackie protested. Quietly Elaine let go of JackieÕs purse
and lay it on a small table by the door. ÒBut I have-- you know, pills and
my favorite lipstick and--Ó
Elaine put a finger to JackieÕs lips. ÒShhhh. YouÕll be well provided
for, dear. DonÕt worry. Everyone at the club knows what a young female
needs. You might say we make a specialty of it. Now come along.Ó
A cab was waiting. It picked the girls up outside JackieÕs
apartment. Jackie noticed the cab was unaccountably clean and well kept.
The back seat felt brand new and the car had a new car smell. The driver
was well groomed, a young man who wore a suit. He was smoking when
the girls came down the steps from JackieÕs apartment but he
immediately put the cigarette out, squashing it into the pavement. He was
standing beside the cab. Gallantly he opened the door for the girls and
helped them both in, then closed it.
ÒWhere will the party be held?Ó Jackie asked.
Elaine figeted with her purse. ÒIÕm afraid the club members were so
impressed by you that they decided to skip the party,Ó Elaine said.
ÒWhat?Ó Jackie asked. Then she realized sheÕd spoken quite loudly
and she lowered her voice, lest the driver overhear. But of course, even
with her whispering, it wasnÕt too hard for him to hear, although he kept
his eyes straight ahead on the road.
ÒWe have a special place,Ó Elaine said. ÒFor, you know, how shall I
put it? A place for retreats. To get away from the world completely.
Most newbies have to go to a party first, but the club members liked your
photo so much they approved you for a retreat on your first visit.Ó
ÒSo there wonÕt be a party?Ó Jackie asked. Elaine smiled at her.
ÒIt will be more of a celebration, dear. And youÕll be the chief thing
weÕre celebrating. It will be all about you, although it is a retreat, and
other girls will be enjoying the place also.Ó She put a hand on JackieÕs
bare thigh. JackieÕs skirt was short and barely covered her lap.
ÒRelax,Ó Elaine told her. ÒA little nervousness is okay, but donÕt let
yourself get so nervous you spoil it.Ó She reached up and quietly tugged on
the hem of JackieÕs skirt, pulling it down a little, as if to make the girl
more modest. The gesture reassured Jackie.
After a ride of about 15 minutes the cab pulled up in front of a large
suburban home. It was in an expensive neighborhood. But it had a small
front yard, although Jackie could see tall trees in back, and nestled in
among the other expensive homes it looked no different from the rest.
Two girls and a boy were playing baseball out in the street and they
retreated to the sidewalk as the cab pulled up. The driver got out, let the
girls out, on the side of the cab facing the home they intended to enter.
Walking quickly, both girls tugging at the backs of their short miniskirts
as they walked, lest the children playing on the curb see their panties,
they approached the home and rang the bell and were admitted inside.
Jackie found herself in a small foyer. It had a tiled floor and her
spiked heels that she liked to wear nightclubbing immediately announced
her presence as they clicked on the tiles. A woman emerged from a side
room. She was conservatively dressed, in a vest and blouse and long,
knee-length skirt. She looked about 30. Her hair was elaborately piled
atop her head. She smiled at Jackie and bussed her on the cheek. Then,
reaching to a table near the two of them, a small table inside the door
with a flowering plant sitting atop it, she picked up a blindfold. Without
asking permission of Jackie, still smiling at her, she lifted the blindfold
to JackieÕs face and wrapped it around her eyes.
ÒWhatÕs happening?Ó Jackie asked in a high, frantic surprised little
voice. But Elaine told her to hush and the woman took her hand
immediately after sheÕd blindfolded her and led her from the foyer through
the house. Jackie could hear Elaine walking beside her, the woman on the
other side of her, holding her hand. Although one of JackieÕs hands was
free, she didnÕt lift it up and pry the blindfold from her eyes. Instead she
simply walked, quietly, though Elaine noted that her limbs seemed to
shiver a little, despite the warmth outdoors and in the interior of the
mildly cooled home.
ÒWe have to undress you,Ó Jackie heard as she was made to stand
still in a room at the back of the house. Silently Jackie stood, trembling,
as both women removed every stitch of her clothing, unhooking her bra,
drawing down her panties, removing everything but her heels, her earrings,
and the blindfold. Then, since she was young and had healthy legs, she was
made to stand alone in the room for a long time. Jackie called out once for
the women but no one answered. When they returned she had to go to the
bathroom. Apparently the women had eaten dinner in the meantime, for
they remarked to each other about the dessert, and Jackie could smell a
hint of strawberries on their breath. Jackie herself was much too nervous
to have eaten anyting, and wondered, in an idle self-critical sort of way,
if it wasnÕt just as well that sheÕd been made to stand by herself in the
room while the rest of the club members ate.
Jackie was taken to another room. The women removed JackieÕs
blindfold and she saw, with a gasp, that they were both topless. Their
breasts swayed casually on their chests, full and ripe and stiff-nippled,
as if theyÕd had a rather exciting dinner. They were still dressed as theyÕd
been otherwise, Elaine in a short miniskirt, the woman whoÕd blindfolded
her in a knee-length skirt.
Jackie was naked and she put a hand to her pussy, as she had to go
the bathroom quite badly. She glanced around, hoping for someplace to
relieve herself. To her surprise she saw that she was in a minature
beauty salon. This was no ordinary home, where the woman of the house
had to make do with a vanity mirror. Here she could enjoy the comfort of
her own beauticianÕs chair, complete with a full-length mirror to admire
herself in as the beautician worked on her. Next to that was a chair where
the hair could be dried, the two chairs facing each other slightly, as if one
woman might chat with another while one had her hair washed, the other
dried, and then, the two switching places perhaps, the first getting her
hair dried while the second got her hair curled or combed out or permed.
The mirror, across from the chairs, boldly reflected whatever might
happen.
With a grateful sigh Jackie saw that there was a potty in the room.
But it was most peculiar. It was built into the floor, as one sees in Japan.
It had no bowl, no seat. It was just a porcelian trough embedded into the
floor. The floor was tiled around the potty. The rest of the room was
carpeted.
ÒCould I please go to the bathroom?Ó Jackie asked the two women,
glancing at the potty. They nodded. She was going to walk to it by herself
but they insisted on taking her by both her hands and leading her to it.
Then they made Jackie sit down on the potty. They eased her down by
holding her arms, forcing her to squat over it, for it was quite impossible
to sit on it in the conventional, American sense of the word. Jackie felt
quite demeaned and she prayed the big mirror that stood built into the far
wall was not a two-way mirror. For if it was she had a resigned feeling
that men might be watching her as she performed such an embarrassing
ritual.
She wasnÕt allowed to wipe herself. The woman whoÕd blindfolded
her insisted on doing it. Oddly, just as the woman placed a square of
tissue paper underneath Jackie and wiped her, she introduced herself,
explaining that her name was Odette and sheÕd be helping Jackie through
the evening. Jackie blushed, smiled, glanced uncomfortably at the pee-
stained tissue that was withdrawn from between her legs. Just then a
third female entered the room, as if on cue, or because sheÕd somehow
been watching, and knew when to come in. She was topless also, wearing
bright-colored slacks, shoes, and a scarf in her hair, but nothing else. Her
bosoms were large and they bounced freely on her chest as she walked.
She seemed quite happy, utterly nonchalant about her condition. She was
given the soiled tissue from between JackieÕs legs. She smiled, turned,
left the room.
Elaine and Odette lifted Jackie from the toilet. They walked her
over to the beauticianÕs chair.
ÒYou have bathed?Ó Odette asked Jackie as they walked.
ÒUm, yes. I always do before I go out!Ó Jackie replied, startled.
ÒGood, then sit down. DonÕt close your legs or cross them. You may
admire yourself in the mirror if you like.Ó Odette smiled at her and turned
her and sat Jackie down right in the chair, plopping her bare bottom into
it. Jackie felt the chair underneath her and it was covered with a rich
black covering of fur. Fortunately the room was cool or she might have
sweated into it, it was so soft and warm and comfy. But it had an
irritating way of pressing up into her bottomcrack and tickling her hole
and feeling all fuzzy, like very soft stems of fresh grass, against her
pussy. Jackie shifted her hips in the chair but only felt more aroused, and
she blushed a little, wishing she could just rub and masturbate herself in
the chair and make her snatch all wet and leave a wet stain in the fur
when she got up. Odette and Elaine smiled at her predicament. They
reminded her to keep her legs wide apart.
ÒAdmire the view,Ó Odette said wickedly. With a blush Jackie
realized she meant her pussy. For, staring at the mirror across from her,
Jackie saw that it reflected her snatch back at her, the pubic mound and
the soft delicate lips beneath. Jackie felt an impulsive need to close her
legs, but she obediently kept them apart, noticing that there were black
leather straps tied to the edges of the chair arms, in front, perhaps to
hold open the legs of disobedient girls.
ÒYou are quite good,Ó Odette said. She leaned Jackie back, so that
her head rested upon the edge of a sink where her hair could be washed.
ÒPerhaps a little too good,Ó Odette added. Anxiously Jackie crossed her
arms over her breasts, feeling afraid, tense. Elaine quietly took her arms
and forced her to replace them on the arms of the chair.
ÒPlease donÕt do that. IÕd hate to have to cuff them so soon,Ó Elaine
told her. Jackie felt small in the big chair, which was built to accomodate
even the biggest ladies, her small little bottom sitting on the comfortable
but strangely uncomfortable fur. She was glad she hadnÕt crossed her legs.
If theyÕd been tied off to the wide-spread chair arms she would have felt
like a turkey split wide for a Thanksgiving stuffing!
Warm water flowed over JackieÕs brown hair and she began to relax.
The women squirted soap into her hair, and gently massaged it with their
fingers. Jackie had of course washed it before dressing to come, but she
enjoyed the attention and the chance to relax. Perhaps this was all that
would happen, she told herself, a nice hair washing and a chance to be
friends with some women. She tried not to think of the other possibility,
that men might be watching and glowering over her, seeing directly into
her snatch.
After JackieÕs hair had been washed, as she sat on the chair where
the dryer attachment was, on a smooth plastic-covered seat, her pussy
was washed and groomed. Jackie had trouble keeping her legs apart for
this. The women worked intrusively, scrubbing her snatch with their
fingers, first Elaine, then Odette. They seemed not to notice that they
gave a thorough scrubbing to JackieÕs clitoris. They worked over it just as
nonchalantly as her labial lips, but Jackie had to bite her lip as they
srubbed her clitty with their fingers, and she felt quite embarrased
because, despite the professionalism of both women, she almost came.
When she had been scrubbed all in and out of her pussy the women patted
her dry, including her spot, and she almost came against the soft towel as
they dried her there.
ÒDonÕt keep getting the towel wet, dear,Ó Elaine scolded Jackie.
ÒI-- canÕt help it!Ó Jackie gasped. Elaine patted her spot and rubbed
it and massaged it. JackieÕs clit buzzed with a fury much greater than its
infintesimally small size. She longed to stuff somthing into her snatch,
or to close her legs, with her hand, or ElianeÕs towel, caught between
them. But somehow she kept her legs apart, although for a little while
Odette had to hold one of her knees, while eyeing the other lest it try to
close with the other.
When Jackie had been dried with a towel Elaine took a hot blow drier
and briefly blew very warm air between JackieÕs legs. Jackie swooned,
loving the feeling. She almost cried out, begging Eliane to shove the whole
thing up her small little snatch, even if it hurt her. But she remembered
that men might be watching. She gripped the chair arms and grimaced and
cried only within her soul.
As Jackie sat trembling, her nipples hard and her cunny alart and
hungry, her pussy hairs were combed. The women admired the soft brown
hair that grew between JackieÕs legs as they worked, speaking openly of
how pretty her nest was. They discussed if JackieÕs pubic hair should be
trimmed. But both decided Jackie was still so young and her mound so
fleecy, her pubic hair having just come in within the last few years, that
it shouldnÕt be altered or cut or shaved.
Jackie was returned to the chair with the black fur seat. She
snuggled her bottom into it again, feeling excited now, released in a way,
though she had not had an orgasm. But the need, the impulsive need to
have one, was now burning in her and it somehow released her mind and let
her accept herself and her place amongst these women and what might
happen to her. The teasing, the primping, it all made her feel so delicious
and wanted. She felt like a wonderful sexual creature and she looked at
herself in the mirror and though she blushed again, looking at herself, she
no longer felt so awful that her bush was reflected back to her, or that
men might be watching her. In fact, settling into the chair, gazing at how
her breasts stuck up from her chest and how her belly seemed to quiver as
it stretched flat between her bosom and her hips, she arched her hips
forward. She presented her cunny more boldly. She opened her legs wider.
Quietly she made a series of small undulating movements, as if she might
make love to herself in the mirror, thrusting her hips at herself, except
only a snatch stared back at her, a wanting snatch, an unfulfilled snatch,
that needed something big and intrusive inside it to satisfy it, something
neither she nor the women possessed.
ÒMy, how eager you are!Ó Odette laughed. ÒSit still, dear. ThereÕs
still your makeup to come.Ó Jackie blushed a deep red. She hunched down
into the chair, feeling silly. The women had to hook their fingers under
her arms and lift her up and make her sit up straight.
Quietly both women did her hair. It was curled and piled up and
arranged on top of her head, despite her utter nudity, as if she were going
to a grand European ball. Then they set to work on her makeup. She didnÕt
really need any, her face was a modelÕs face, beautiful, but they labored
over her for an hour, plucking her eyebrows a little, doing her lashes, her
lipstick, and arduously painting each and every one of her toenails.
ÒThere! Done at last!Ó Odette said. They took her back to the potty.
They made her squat again, but this time after Jackie peed and Odette
wiped her she simply flushed the square of toilet paper away.
Jackie was put into a standing up position again. She wondered why
the other women didnÕt have to pee. Then she remembered that, as she
was worked on in the beauticianÕs chairs, each of them had left the room
occasionally, one at a time, and she figured they must have visited a
normal potty, and that the one in the floor was provided perhaps for
amusement, to the men that might be watching, or to make the girl feel
awkward and unsettled and, in the end, as she squatted and unsquatted,
somehow very womanly, very natural, for the squatting position was the
oldest and best one for birthing a child. Jackie, although she felt a little
hungry now, was glad she hadnÕt eaten. She would have felt mortified if
sheÕd had to squat over the Japanese potty and perform a turd-plopping
bowel movement into it.
ÒWhat part of the month are you in?Ó Odette asked her.
ÒHmmm?Ó Jackie asked, recovering from her thoughts.
ÒYour period, silly. When is it?Ó Elaine asked. ÒI suppose I should
have asked you before.Ó
ÒNot-- not for another two weeks, at least,Ó Jackie answered.
ÒGood,Ó Odette said. She patted JackieÕs flat belly. ÒNice and
fertile, then. You took a pill last when?Ó
ÒThis-- this morning,Ó Jackie replied. ÒI take one every morning.Ó
ÒNot any more,Ó Odette answered. ÒWe have RU-486 here if you need
it. WeÕll check up on you every morning, give you a little pee test, see
what the result is. If itÕs positive, youÕll be given RU-486.Ó
ÒHow--Ó Jackie looked quickly at Elaine. ÒHow long will I be staying
here?Ó
ÒLong enough,Ó Odette answered. She kissed JackieÕs cheek. ÒDonÕt
think about time right now. Think about you, yourself.Ó
Elaine laughed. ÒBe Herself the Elf,Ó she said. She stroked JackieÕs
bare hip.
ÒLetÕs get the cape,Ó Odette said. ÒAnd the cuffs.Ó
As Jackie watched, the women went to the counter where the beauty
supplies were kept. They returned carrying a pair of handcuffs and a long,
flowing red cape. Elaine spoke quietly to Jackie and drew her hands behind
her back.
ÒBe good,Ó Elaine had whispered. ÒAnd all will go well.Ó Jackie
didnÕt know what to say. She felt butterflies in her tummy. Elaine
secured her wrists with the handcuffs. They were wristlets, in fact, ones
that could be worn separately on the wrists, or attached to each other,
restraining the arms. Elaine gave Jackie no chance to see how they felt as
wristlets. They were already linked to each other and she buckled them
both onto JackieÕs drawn-back hands. Jackie felt her hands resting
against the hump of her bare bottom and it felt strange, being all naked,
with her hands stuck behind her back and bouncing nervously against her
bottom. Yet there was more: the women next attached a black collar
around her thin neck. It looked very much like a dogÕs collar but the
women put it on her, not a dog, and Jackie felt them draw it tight so that
she was well-collared by it, with no space left for anything to slip
between the collar and her slim neck. Yet she could still swallow (she
checked to make sure, swallowing some of her saliva). And she could
breathe, she noted with relief, drawing in a breath that made her naked
breasts rise and fall on her chest. She wondered if men were still
watching, and what might become of her if they were.
Next the cape was attached. Jackie looked in the mirror and thought
she looked rather like Supergirl. But the cape was made of satin and it
shimmered and she thought it looked rather demure, rather pretty, less
heroic than Princess-like. But the women brought nothing else for her to
wear, as they would have for a real Princess. Instead they adjusted the
cape, letting it fall a little over the front of her shoulders, covering them
a bit, admiring how slim and small her shoulders were, and how big her
bosoms which remained uncovered and free.
The cape didnÕt cover JackieÕs bottom, but stopped instead at her
waist, and she rather wondered, as she felt it against her, whether it was
really anything other than a decoration, that in the end, rather than
clothing her, only accentuated her nudity. She figeted a little as the
women played with the cape and they told her to stand still, not to Ôbe too
eager,Õ and Jackie wondered at that, for if she was eager for anything it
was to get some real clothes on in this rather chilly room.
ÒThere. Perfect!Ó Elaine said, stepping in front of Jackie and looking
at her. ÒLetÕs hope the men donÕt make too much of a mess of her.Ó
Before Jackie could ask what she meant, Odette took her hand and,
shushing her before she even spoke, drew her across the room, walking
quickly, and out the door of the room.
Jackie heard her heels clicking on the tiled hallway once more. She
had to hurry to keep up with Odette. The woman walked rapidly, her nude
breasts bouncing jauntily on her chest. Jackie realized Elaine was not
with them and she turned to look for her friend, but saw only the hallway
behind her.
ÒCome, letÕs go!Ó Odette said to Jackie, rounding a corner and pulling
her along. There was a great polished wooden staircase before them.
Without minding how JackieÕs bottom might be shown off to anyone who
happened to see them, she led Jackie up the stairs. Jackie felt her ass
wiggling and wanted to turn around to check that no one saw her but
Odette was mounting the steps to fast. They came to the top of them and
Odette led her down a long hall, to the very end of it. She opened a door
and put Jackie into a room and quickly closed the door behind her. Before
Jackie realized it, she was alone, without Odette or Elaine to guide her or
help her. However, with a gasp she realized that there were four men in
the room. They had all been reading newspapers and they put them down
simultaneously, showing their faces, as they heard the door close.
ÒAh, Jackie,Ó a man said. He was quite polite, young, perhaps mid-
20Õs, with a reserved air, yet a brooding eagerness underneath, perhaps an
eagerness to be mean to her. Jackie gulped and looked at the faces of the
other men. They were all, as Elaine had assured her they would be, very
handsome. In another place she might have called them ÔdreamboatsÕ and
gushed to her friends about them. Standing here naked before them, except
for her little cape, however, she felt afraid. She saw that the man whoÕd
addressed her held a riding crop across his knees. It was made of leather
and it was long but rather thick, with a big loop attached to the end of it.
She wondered if perhaps heÕd gone riding but she knew that the house was
too small to keep horses.
Jackie trembled. The men stared directly at her. She was too afraid
to speak and they said nothing, merely gazed at her, slouched in their
chairs, as if at the racetrack, in a big glassed-sitting room that wealthy
men sat in to watch the races from. Jackie wanted to burst into tears and
she was forced to bow her head, she was so frightened and nervous, and
bite her lower lip. Yet, as she stood meekly, with her head bowed, and her
hands locked behind her, she felt a burst of feminine pride well up within
her. They were staring at Her! Even though she was only 15, just out of
her freshman year in high school. Each of the men was at least a decade
older than her, each most certainly already a college graduate, yet her
body held their gaze. She could sense a kind of quiet desperation in these
men, hunky as they were, as they stared at her little body. She was leggy
and 5Õ 5,Ó and she knew she hadnÕt been picked to be a model by the
modelling agency because she was unbeautiful. She felt herself thrusting
her chest out a little, to let them admire her boobs, like a mare at the
racetrack might do, perhaps, in front of the men who might bet on her.
Jackie felt her cunny moistening between her legs. She stood with them a
little apart, for Elaine, in showing her the pictures in the photo album, had
warned her that women at the parties always had to keep their legs a
little open, since normally, in the real world, girls were always closing
their thighs and denying the men a peek.
Here, men were not to be denied, they were to be served, Jackie
remembered. And so she nervously kept her legs just a little apart, to
permit the men to see within and between them. She hoped they didnÕt
notice her cunny was getting wet. She arched her hips out to hope for a
little air to perhaps dry her moistening lips. The men took it as a desire
for affection.
ÒCome here, little one,Ó the man with the riding crop told Jackie.
Nervously she yanked her hips back. ÒCome here,Ó the man said again.
Jackie walked across the room to him. The floor was carpeted and it
muffled her footsteps. She was intensely aware of the public display of
her fleecy bush and she felt a desperate need for panties. But she had
none, could not even cover herself with her hands. The man with the riding
crop in his lap put out his hands and clapped them to her hips. She wiggled
them a little, nervously, and he made her stop. Gravely he admired her
tanned flesh, her brown limbs and the white parts across her torso where
her little bikini usually covered her; her waist, her breasts.
ÒA damn fine bottom,Ó a man said behind Jackie. At once her master,
the man with the crop, turned her around. She felt her bottomcheeks
tense. She heard him breathe. She looked at the man whoÕd complimented
her ass and he now stared unabashedly at her pussy. Her master, the man
with the crop, lifted her cuffed hands up so that he could better view her
bottom.
ÒPerfect,Ó the man with the crop pronounced. She felt a hand lightly
brush her ass cheeks and she flinched and tried to draw them more tightly
together. ÒA true invitation.Ó He patted her ass as one might pat a horse
at the start of a race. ÒJackie,Ó he said, not turning her back around to
face him. ÒDo you know why I have a riding crop?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Jackie breathed. She could barely get the word out. She feared
it was the wrong word to say in the presence of these men. They seemed
not to be men who tolerated such a word easily from a girl.
ÒJackie, you are so sweet, so perfectly refined,Ó the man said to her.
She felt his breath on her bottom. Then she heard him lean back again,
into his chair, as if he couldnÕt quite decide what to do, how to handle her.
She felt a sense of pride well up in her again at his confusion. He cleared
his throat. ÒBut I must see you be a little more emotional, Jackie,Ó the
man said at last. ÒYou are so tight and tense. ThatÕs why I have the crop.Ó
He lifted it and Jackie almost screamed when she suddenly felt it nudge
her ass. He pressed it against one of her clenched, beautifully bulging
cheeks and then, perhaps to threaten her with violation, or to let her know
such a thing would certainly happen to her before she was permitted to
leave, he jammed it between the cheeks of her ass.
Jackie bit her lip and wanted to cry out but didnÕt. She felt her
breasts wobble on her chest. The crop intruded somehow between her
tightly-held cheeks, defying her to keep it out.
ÒSee? You are so eager to deny me,Ó the man said to Jackie. ÒBut
the world would be a sad place if all the girls were like you. You must
open up, Jackie,Ó he said. He withdrew the crop from between her tight
cheeks and rubbed it in a light stroking motion across her bare fanny.
ÒThatÕs why I have the crop,Ó he said simply.
At his last sentence Jackie impulsively drew her thighs together.
She felt the moistness between them and immediately she knew sheÕd
done the wrong thing but she kept them pressed together, perhaps to defy
the man, to test him.
ÒHave you been told not to close your legs?Ó he asked her finally.
Jackie felt her flat belly trembling and her nipples quivered, all bare and
hard and delicate. She wanted to open her legs but she couldnÕt, somehow,
despite the yearning she felt deep between them, up inside her.
ÒYes,Ó she finally breathed.
ÒI thought so,Ó the man answered, stroking her ass with the crop.
Jackie expected him to swat her, but he did nothing, seemingly still
mesmerized by her. She remembered the pool guy and how she and Elaine
had flirted with him but heÕd failed to respond. And, suddenly, though it
was quite unsafe, she dared the man further, feeling a kind of power over
him. Biting her lip hard, almost making it bleed, she stuck her ass back at
him. In her mind a vision of herself sticking her tongue out at a boy
flashed past. Yes, it was the same, and the boy had gotten all angry and
frustrated, but sheÕd been sitting up in a tree and though he tried to pitch
rocks at her heÕd been only 3, and sheÕd been 6, and the rocks werenÕt
thrown by him with enough force to hit her, though he tried mightily.
Unfortunately the man behind her wasnÕt 3-years-old. As his
fellows laughed at him, he grabbed the flesh of her ass with his hands.
ÒWhat? You insult me?Ó he asked quite seriously.
At once Jackie stood up straight again. ÒIÕm sorry, I had a cramp,Ó
she said, knowing it was a lie, wondering if the man would fall for it. She
found herself in an imaginary room with Elaine, both of them laughing, her
telling a big wonderful story about how sheÕd walked nude into a room
with four men and mooned one of them.
ÒYou are insolent,Ó the man said. His voice was low and grave and he
sounded truly insulted. His friends laughed harder. ÒDamn!Ó the man
swore. Ò15, and never have I seen younger, yet you insult me like no
woman would ever dare!Ó
ÒMaybe she thinks you needed to have a fart in your face to improve
your looks,Ó one of the men guffawed. And then Jackie felt sorry for him,
despite the fact that he was holding her hips and had a riding crop pressed
up against her leg, wedged between his big hand and her hips, for he was
the handsomest of all the men in the room, and she liked him the best, and
hated to see him insulted.
ÒJackie,Ó he said, recovering himself a little, though still angry,
letting go her hips and stroking her bottom tenderly. ÒJackie...Ó his voice
trailed off. Jackie felt a little more secure and she tossed her hair back,
for it was in her eyes. It was piled atop her head, quite beautifully, but
the women had bound it very loosely, with a single ribbon at the back, as
if to encourage the quiet composure of her hair to fall slowly about her
eyes and face as she was hustled up the stairs and into the room and
manhandled by the men. JackieÕs cape fluttered as she tossed her head
back. She felt the band of her collar tight about her neck. She tugged a
little at her wristcuffs, wishing she could move her arms freely.
She felt a confidence, despite the presence of the riding crop. It
rose up from her center, from where her legs met, and bloomed in her
belly, and then spread out through her breasts right to the quivering,
excited tips. It felt very feminine. SheÕd never felt so admired before,
despite her fear, and she shook her head again, like a horse before a race.
The man patted her bottom again, and then he turned her around.
He touched her sex. First just the hairs of her mount, then rudely
between her lips.
ÒDid you know I saw you pee?Ó he asked her. Jackie bowed her head
and she felt it fall down around her eyes again and she shook it back from
her face.
ÒI suspected,Ó she answered quietly.
ÒYou looked quite wonderful squatting,Ó he told her. ÒBut I want to
see so much more. And you wonÕt be able to give it freely. I know that.
You are not the first IÕve seen, the first IÕve trained.Ó He looked up at her.
His eyes were deep and blue and hers were Hazel-brown. ÒDo you know
that?Ó he asked.
She sighed, her breasts quivering between his gaze and hers, her
nipples stiff and hard.
ÒYes,Ó she answered.
ÒAnd you will not be the last, either,Ó he said softly to her.
And at once she knew what she wanted. She wanted to be the last.
She wanted him to find her the best of all and never need another, after
her. She felt her belly relax a little. A gentle swell formed where there
had been tenseness and flatness between the bottom of her ribs and the
top of her pubis. She let her hips arch forward a little, inviting him to
explore her further.
ÒCome,Ó he said, standing. ÒYou weaken me.Ó He shoved her back as
he stood and he grabbed her hard by the arm and she shrieked, for now he
was in control, and she couldnÕt stop him. He drew her across the room.
She stumbled but his grip was firm and he put her up against the wall. She
felt it against her face, hard and implacable. She felt her lips against it
and she wondered if they were leaving a lipstick mark upon it. Behind her
he unhooked her hands, her hands that sheÕd tried to pull apart on her own.
It was a swift, easy movement, as a trained master might make with
equipment he knew very well. She looked up as he raised her arms and to
her horror she saw that there were rings in the wall, high up, waiting to
receive her cuffs. Separately they were snapped by him into the rings in
the wall. He seemed to know the rings intimately. He didnÕt even have to
drop one of her hands to fix the other up. He merely twisted the ring a bit,
while holding both her wrists wide apart, and then one of her wrists and
then other went CLICK. CLICK. into the rings on the wall.
He stepped back. Jackie heard his footsteps in the rug. Frantically
she looked back over her shoulder, no longer confident and composed now,
feeling her bottom bulbing out, with the cape too short to cover it, and she
looked to see where the riding crop was. She saw him pick it up from the
floor where heÕd dropped it to fasten her against the wall. He stroked it
across his palm, lovingly, as a rider of a horse might stroke a crop, not to
hurt the horse with it, but simply using it knowingly, to evoke the best
possible response from the horse during the race.
ÒStick your ass out more,Ó the man said gruffly to Jackie. ÒStick it
out at me like you did before, and open your legs.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Jackie gasped. She was trembling with fear and her face had
an open, panicked look to it. Her beautiful eyes were wide and her
generous mouth gaped at the sight of the crop being passed so confidently
across the manÕs palm.
ÒThere is much that must be done to you Jackie,Ó the man said. His
voice had a brutish quality to it now, as an emporer might address a half-
naked gladiator in the ring. ÒI wish you were 19, or 21, but you are not,
yet your ass must be widened, and your cunt firmly opened, and your tits
perhaps must be pierced, for that is the sort of thing we do here.Ó He
reached out and he grabbed her lovely piled up hair and he pulled it back,
hard, as if it were a coil of rope he might use to climb the wall with.
ÒGive me a gag,Ó he said gruffly to his friends. ÒSheÕll scream to high
heaven if we donÕt put one in her.Ó
ÒNo, please!Ó Jackie moaned, but at once one of the men, though heÕd
laughed at her master earlier, appeared at his side and gave him a gag. Her
master wrapped it around her mouth, fiercely. He wedged it deep, forcing
her tongue back. It was made of canvas and it felt strange in JackieÕs
mouth, for sheÕd never been gagged before, least of all by her boyfriend,
who sheÕd had to explain what a condom was to, even though he was on the
school football team.
Like him, this man had a gentle quality to him, perhaps a shyness,
but when aroused and enraged he become quite uncontrollable. Jackie felt
her knees sag and she might have stooped, she was so scared now, but heÕd
made her stand on tip-toe when heÕd pinned her against the wall, and she
could only bend her knees just the slightest bit, and she thought she might
faint.
ÒThere, wide apart!Ó the man said. ÒWhy didnÕt they put restraints
on your ankles?Ó He made her separate her legs and Jackie found herself
straining, hard-pressed against the wall. ÒTurn your head, there,Ó the man
said to her. ÒDonÕt face into the wall.Ó He eased her face so that it looked
along the wall and her cheek pressed to it. ÒKeep it that way,Ó he said. ÒI
donÕt want you smashing your teeth against the wall. Why did they take
out the post?Ó he asked the other men angrily.
ÒThey want a new one, the old one has too many whip marks cut into
it,Ó a fellow replied.
ÒWell this is certainly harder,Ó her master answered. ÒFirst I was
all gentle and kind to her, and she humiliated me, and now IÕve got to
watch out I donÕt mess up her face and ruin her teeth.Ó He pressed her
face hard against the wall, making her cheek smoosh up against it. She
felt the canvas gag between her cheek and the wall. It was soft, she
worked her mouth and was glad it was soft for a normal canvas gag would
have chafed the corners of her mouth. Her lips tried to close over the gag
but it was too big, wadded into her, and she felt like some odd Miss Bill,
with a big O shaped mouth, the gag keeping her lips wide apart.
ÒNow, remain so,Ó her master said easily. He stepped back. ÒHave
you ever gone to the dentist?Ó he asked Jackie. She nodded, wide eyed,
unknowing what else to do.
ÒGood. Think of me as your dentist,Ó he said. And then, quite
abruptly, after all that long period of care and concern and attention heÕd
given her, he slashed the riding crop very hard across her bottom.
ÒEEEEEEEEEeeeeeyEEEE!Ó Jackie cried. She launched herself up on her
toes and scrabbled her hands against the wall, trying to climb it. She
yelled at the top of her voice and she kicked her legs back and up and to
the side as she felt the sting of the crop sink into her ass. Her fleshy
cheeks wobbled and moved with some kind of energy of their own, first in,
under the crop, then bouncing out, then clenching and moving with her legs
as she danced. She felt a bright mark of pain where the crop had touched
her and it grew and blossomed and she knew it must be horrible, for it felt
horrible, a long streak of red on her pale white heinie.
ÒHer first welt,Ó the man whoÕd claimed her and was her master
boasted to his friends. Jackie sobbed into her gag. She felt utterly
humiliated. Her little cape waved, like Supergirl, as she attempted to leap
up the wall. Finally, the men enjoying the show and not interfering, she
found herself pressed against the wall, her forehead butting against it and
looking down at her toes. Her breasts heaved with her sighs and her crying
gasps. Her gag muffled all. Finally her master reached in, gently he took
her chin and he lifted it and moved her face so that her cheek pressed
against the wall.
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó he said to her, adjusting her head, patting her hair
that tumbled down round her eyes and past her shoulders and partway
down her back. ÒYour bottom is just as beautiful as before, only now it
bears my mark.Ó Jackie shook her head ÔnoÕ, ÔNOÕ I donÕt want to bear your
mark, she tried say. But the gag muffled her and she felt his big hand on
her head, moving it, placing it just like he liked it, and then he took hold
of her long round lovely thighs, so neatly tanned by the pool, and he
wrenched them apart. He caught her next by her hips and his big fingers
gripped her and he pulled her bottom back and made her show it to him,
like sheÕd shown it before, sticking it out, yet then heÕd been angry at
seeing her do that and now he was forcing her to.
ÒYes, just like that,Ó he said. ÒKeep it that way Ôtil I hit you again.
Then you may move it however you please.Ó He stepped back. Jackie
trembled fiercely, trying to hold the pose, yet desperate with pain and
fear at what would happen to her poor bottom.
He savored her postion. His friends looked at her standing naked
against the wall, just the little useless cape covering her, and then not
even where it mattered, and he stared at her, watching her every little
tensing of her behind and grimace of her waiting eyes and mouth.
SWAAAK! Finally it came. It was almost a relief to her when it did
come, for sheÕd waited so long for it, yet knew she couldnÕt escape it.
When the crop finally struck her she felt a sense of control return to her,
even as she gasped and screamed, for now she could deal with the pain, let
it pass through her, manage it somehow, instead of just tensely waiting.
Jackie cried out in a high-pitched voice. Her white bottom, burned
red a second time with a line from the crop across it, flexed and humped
and bulbed obscenely. She reached for the moon, mooning the men in the
meantime, and then she danced about, caught up against the wall and
unable to go anywhere, yet dancing as energetically as she ever had in any
nightclub.
At last, quivering sobs seizing her, Jackie was able to hang her head
and gaze at her heaving breasts again and stare at her toes. She panted
and whimpered. She felt her master come up to her and kiss the back of
her head and then kiss her cheek. He pressed himself against her. She felt
his clothes and, where her cape ended, she felt a protuberance, and she
knew he was pressing his manhood against her, all excited at her display.
ÒYes,Ó he breathed. ÒYou did very well, and I want to whip you more,
but this wall is too difficult. I must take you someplace else. Downstairs
there is equipment we can use. I will take you there,Ó he said, deciding as
he spoke.
She was unfastened. She felt relief wash through her but it was
tinged with fear, for he held her wrists tightly after heÕd unloosed them
and he quickly secured them behind her back. She felt awful. He was big
and strong and she was little and small, just 5Õ 5Ó, yet he kept every
advantage over her, locking her hands together, leaving her gag on. He
adjusted her cape. He told her she looked very pretty in it. She threw her
head, angrily, a quick decisive denying motion, but he only laughed, for it
was futile, she could no more deny him than a horse tethered in its stable
could deny its master.
ÒYou have such lovely hair,Ó he said to her, whispering. ÒAnd you
may be as angry as you please, little one.Ó He laughed and kissed her
cheek and she could do nothing to deny him.
He took her downstairs then. Away from the other men, down the
stairs sheÕd come up, down the hall, and down another flight of stairs. She
had to walk carefully down the stairs for she had no use of her hands. He
guided her with a hand lightly on her shoulder, almost not holding her at
all, and she wondered if he would catch her if she fell. Yet his presence
was there, always, and she had no hope of running away.
He led her into a darkened room. The man who Jackie knew only as
her master flicked on a light. Suddenly, before her wild unbelieving eyes,
she saw a room filled with equipment that was beyond all her
comprehension. Trestles and padded bars and ladders, big wooden XÕs, a
noose hanging in a corner, a guillotine in another, from which hung
suspended a shiny blade. And, ranged along the wall, well-polished, as if
for some kind of unusual circus, were whips and knouts and more manacles
than she could count, and other things besides, too wicked to understand
or describe.
Yet there was, amidst all this horror, a small table. It was set with
a plate on each side, being a small round table, and upon it there were a
dozen roses, standing up straight in a crystal vase. He led her over to the
table and sat her welted bottom down on a chair with a satin cushion on
its seat. Jackie grimaced as her bottom came into contact with the
cushion, but he made her sit on it, pressing on her small tanned shoulder,
watching her breasts bounce as she negotiated herself with the welts
screaming up from her ass. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked up
at him. Gently he untied her gag.
ÒThank you,Ó was all she could gasp, as she felt it drawn from her
mouth. She licked her lips and her teeth and drew in her breath and was
glad to find it flowing again through her mouth, instead of her small little
nose.
He drew a chair over and sat next to her. ÒI want you to eat, before
we begin, before we do anymore,Ó he told her quite frankly. ÒYouÕll need
lots of energy and youÕll need to be able to keep your strength up.Ó
ÒOh, this place is so awful!Ó Jackie moaned. Her voice caught in her
throat and she glanced about. She did not even try to deny his wishes (she
knew that was quite futile) but she admitted her fear and hoped
desperately heÕd find some way to pity her.
ÒNone of these things can harm you,Ó her master replied. He lifted a
pear, a sweet young pear, shaped like her body, with its swelling hips, but
without the perfection of her full round breasts, hanging out so sweetly in
front of her, and he placed it upon the lips of her frightened mouth. ÒEat,Ó
he said. ÒOnly I can harm you, using these things, but you can obey me and
do as I say and perhaps IÕll go easy on you.Ó
Staring at him, she took a bite of the pear. With difficulty she
chewed and swallowed it. He watched her, mesmerized, as heÕd been in
the room upstairs. He watched the lift and the gentle fall of her breasts.
He made her eat the entire pear. He went as slowly as she desired, letting
her chew it fully. There was a small glass of water beside her plate and
he let her drink. When she wanted more, eating the cherries he fed her,
and the apple, and the chees, he gave her his own glass of water. He held
it for her and let her drink it fast or slow as she pleased, for she could
hold nothing, her hands still being locked behind her.
ÒIÕm afraid,Ó he told her at last, Òthat all your drinking had made me
have to go to the bathroom.Ó As she watching, eating a last bite from an
apple, he stood up. He walked to a small hole in the wall and he inserted
his penis into it. ÒDonÕt worry,Ó he called back over his shoulder to her.
ÒItÕs thoroughly cleaned every day. No men have used it yet today, IÕm the
first.Ó And she hoped he was telling her this because he intended to use
her in some normal way, like her boyfriend back home did, perhaps sparing
her the torment of the machines and equipment she saw all around her.
He returned to her, zipping himself up. ÒIÕm afraid if you have to go
it will be in a glass, perhaps one of these, or a bowl,Ó he told her, sitting
down again. ÒThat one only works for men.Ó
She stared at him. She wanted to flee him but he was terribly
handsome and she was afraid it would only cost her, or, worse, put her
into the hands of the men she didnÕt like upstairs.
Jackie heard the door at the top of the stairs open. A man and
woman descended partway. The woman was topless, the man fully
clothed, like her master. They were eating party food.
ÒOh, there she is!Ó the woman laughed. ÒSomeone said sheÕd
escaped.Ó
ÒDonÕt be too gentle,Ó the man admonished JackieÕs master. ÒI think
you left the last girl disappointed.Ó
ÒThis oneÕs young, only 15,Ó JackieÕs master answered. He looked up
at them, reached out and stroked JackieÕs face.
Jackie figeted in her seat, embarrassed, her once perfectly coiffed
and ribboned hair loose, falling into her eyes. Her breath tasted of
cherries and apples. She felt the eyes of the interlopers on her bare
breasts and her soft indrawn tummy, her tightly pressed thighs, which she
drew more closely together than theyÕd been for her master, when sheÕd
let them part a little, letting him see into that which she hoped he
favored, over the awful equipment.
ÒHave you beaten her yet?Ó the woman asked. She bit into a piece of
cake, held a cup of punch in her other hand. Her husband, or perhaps it was
her lover, ate a stalk of celery with cheese piled high in it.
ÒA little,Ó JackieÕs master answered.
ÒShe looks awfully fresh,Ó the man said. ÒYou must be more
complete. She should radiate openness. Look how she closes her thighs!Ó
JackieÕs master looked from the guests down between JackieÕs legs,
at her pubis, at how her legs tried to hide her sex.
ÒI will train her,Ó he replied to the guests.
ÒAs you will, but I wouldnÕt have given an inch, not with a man as
careful and nice as you are,Ó the woman said to JackieÕs master.
ÒYou couldnÕt give an inch. You were too well tied,Ó the man with
the woman who was eating cake now, so casually, told her. The woman
laughed. They turned, walked upstairs, closed the door.
JackieÕs master turned to her. He looked again at her pose, how she
sat stiffly on the chair, with her thighs pressed tightly together.
ÒYou impugn my honor,Ó he said to her. He said it softly, gently, but
there was an implacability in it, an air of determination that Jackie knew
she couldnÕt dissuade. Immediately she let her thighs spring apart. She
let him see all he wished, but it was too late.
Master fished in his pocket. He drew forth two small brass clips. He
tossed them onto the table, as one might toss out trinkets to a child to
play with. Jackie blanched. She could guess what they were without
having to ask. SheÕd never worn any before, and she could feel her nipples
tingle with fright as she regarded them.
Master took an apple from his plate. He ate it slowly, letting Jackie
gaze at the clips as he ate, her arms securely locked behind her back, her
nipples shivering nakedly before the two of them, both of them knowing
what must happen.
Finally she looked up at him. Her lips formed a simple, soft,
pleading question: ÒWhy?Ó She asked. She asked it with the high, anxious
voice of a little girl afraid of a shot.
ÒHave you ever worn them before?Ó he asked, taking a final bite
from his apple. She shook her head in a quick Ôno.Õ
ÒThatÕs why,Ó he told her. He grinned. He lifted his glass and then
realized heÕd let her drink all the water from it. He placed it back on the
table. ÒIf you think IÕm going to let you get away without wearing these,
when youÕve never worn them before, youÕre crazy,Ó he said to her. ÒAnd I
know, with youÕre being here, with youÕre having been willing to show up,
that someoneÕs going to clamp your little titties one of these days. If I
donÕt, youÕll always despise me, deep down, because I wasnÕt bold enough
to do it, and the other man was.Ó
Jackie gulped. She knew, despite her fears, despite her naysaying,
that he was right. Gently he lifted a clip. ÒDonÕt worry. ThereÕs much
fiercer ones than these,Ó he told her. He took one of her soft uptilted
bosoms in his hand. Her nipple was hard, she couldnÕt help herself. She
drew in her breath. Her breast rose a little from his hand, trying to
escape. He laughed, caught her more firmly. He prised open the mouth of
the clamp and drew his fingertips out to the tense end of her teat, held her
budding nipple tight. But not as tight as the clamp would. ÒOoooh!Ó
Jackie exclaimed. The clamp closed over her hard little nipple and bit into
it like a babyÕs teeth. Suddenly, on the very tip of her lovely big breast,
which hung so freely, which swayed with her every movement, she sported
a naughty little mouth that bit into the tenderest part of her. She
wriggled her breast free of her masterÕs hand. She tried to shake off the
clamp but it hung on, and with her hands locked behind her she could do
nothing to escape it.
ÒNow for the other,Ó Master said to her. He reached for her tit, she
tried to escape, but her tit was large and though she drew back from him
he had no trouble catching it. He took the other clamp from the table and
popped open its mouth. ÒBye, bye, virginity,Ó he laughed. And then
JackieÕs other tit, which had only ever felt the warm comforting cup of a
bra, felt suddenly the biting mouth of the evil little clamp.
ÒNow you know what itÕs like for a man to have his erection up your
cunt,Ó Master told her. Jackie pouted, felt tears well in her eyes. The
clamps hurt! There was no getting around it. She felt like twin babies
were nursing at her, very hungry babies, and she wondered for a moment if
that is indeed what it felt like. ÒIÕm afraid IÕm going to be very unfair
with you,Ó Master told Jackie. ÒFor even as IÕm clipping you and locking
you up, first your hands, now your tits, IÕm going to undo myself.Ó He
grinned at her. As she watched, wide-eyed, her bosoms hurting with the
clamps stuck on the ends of them, Master reached down and unzipped his
trousers. To JackieÕs amazed eyes he parted his underpants and drew
through the hole in the front of them a long, thickly pulsing cock. Gasping,
seeing the full extent of it, marvelling at its awful hugeness, Jackie
wondered how her master had ever managed to stuff such a big thing into
his pants. It quavered before her eyes and, as she gulpingly remembered
that her period was far away and sheÕd be denyed any pills during her stay
here, she saw that masterÕs cock already had a bead of pre-cum oozing
happily from its tip. ÒAhhhh,Ó master groaned. ÒSorry to be impolite, but
that feels so much better,Ó he breathed. He looked at himself wiggling
around stiffly with admiration, a flagpole without a flag. ÒIÕd ask you to
salute the damn thing but youÕve got your hands tied behind your back,Ó he
told her.
Absently, without even thinking, and knowing she shouldnÕt have the
moment she did it, Jackie licked her lips. Master laughed. ÒWhy yes!Ó he
said. ÒI had the same thought myself. Bend over, dear. Why should I be
discreet about it? And I can whip you much more soundly if IÕm not
distracted by this damn thing.Ó
ÒNoooo!Ó Jackie protested, but he gruffly told her sheÕd drunk two
cups of water and if she was that thirsty, she may as well have what was
hanging between his legs as well. He fitted her gasping apple-flavored
mouth over his cock. He thrust himself up, like an eager boy. She was
forced to accept him. SheÕd blown her boyfriend a few times, when sheÕd
been too embarrassed to let him fuck her, but now a manÕs cock entered
her mouth, and she had difficulty accepting it. The head was huge and its
knob split her lips apart, wider than the canvas gag had. Following it
came his shaft, and as Jackie felt the knob of his manhood hit the back of
her throat she gagged.
Gently he brushed her hair back from her eyes, still holding her down
by her head. ÒSuck,Ó he told her. ÒIt will be much smaller after you make
me cum.Ó
Jackie mouthed him. She licked his shaft and did her best to permit
his knobbed head to bang against the back of her mouth. He tried to fit
himself down her throat but she couldnÕt take it, almost vomiting. He
contented himself with what she could take, finally, and eased himself
back in his seat and told her to lick and suck and perhaps, withdrawing a
bit, if she dared, blow him until he came in her mouth. ÒThen,Ó he told her,
ominously, ÒYouÕll be beaten.Ó
Jackie wanted to bite him. She hated him and she hated herself for
coming here, for letting Elaine take her picture, for letting herself be
invited. Yet, as she contemplated biting his shaft, she couldnÕt bring
herself to do it. He was too gorgeous, and his thing was as gorgoeus as he
was, and even though she hated having it forced into her mouth she felt a
certain awe for it, a certain profound respect. And so, try as she might to
bring herself to bite hard into his big intrusive mean shaft, the shaft he
kept trying to gag her with, she couldnÕt. Yet even as she showed
compassion for his thing she could feel her breasts hanging down
underneath her, and both her nipples screamed with the awful biting
clamps that were cutting into them.
ÒCome,Ó Master said, lifting JackieÕs head a little to watch her
work. ÒMess up your face. Make me spurt all over your makeup and into
your lovely eyes and up your nose and all over your teeth, yes your teeth,
young lady, and your lips.Ó He sighed. Ginger did bite him a little then,
teased by him in this way, but it was only a small bite, and she only made
him laugh. ÒAm I too big for you to bite off, hmmmm?Ó he laughed at her.
ÒCanÕt you do it? Or are you too afraid of me to do it?Ó He gave a deep,
hearty laugh, making his chest shake and, since her mouth was connected
to him, it made her titties wiggle quite energetically beneath her.
Even as she sucked upon his erection, pleasing him, she tried
somehow hopefully to not make him cum. For when he came, he kept
telling her, taunting her, she would be beaten. And when he came, for a
little while at least, he would have no interest in her pussy, and any hope
of sparing herself the tortures of the room in favor of a warm snuggly bed
upstairs would be lost.
Then, quite suddenly, frightened and shrieking, she felt him bubble
and shoot up into her mouth and her face. It was a fusillade, like
something out of a war. It spattered like gunfire across her face and it
did indeed shoot up her nose and blind her, briefly, by splattering up into
her eyes. Jackie tried desperately to raise her head, but he kept her bent
over, and he thoroughly enjoyed, in the wickedest of ways, seeing her
struggle as she tried to escape his geysering sperm.
ÒAhhh,Ó Master pronounced, when it was over. Only then did he let go
of her head. She flung it up, angrily. Her face dripped with his cum and
she gaped out at him angrily from a mask of white sperm. She could taste
it pooling inside her mouth and she snorted, horselike, to try to get it out
of her nose.
ÒDonÕt drink the water,Ó Master said to her, chuckling.
ÒYouÕre mean,Ó Jackie said to him.
ÒA slave must never address her master unless sheÕs asked to,Ó he
told her. ÒExtra punishment for that.Ó
ÒOoooh!Ó Jackie shook her head but there was nothing she could do,
except fling sperm around as she moved her head quickly back and forth in
denial. Yet, even as she hated him, even as she wished sheÕd bitten is cock
off (if such a huge thing could indeed be bitten off), she admired him
somehow, his largess, his eruption of sperm that had so thoroughly coated
her face.
ÒNow, my dear, with my penis temporarily disabled, I can
concentrate on you,Ó Master grinned at Jackie. She looked at him with
sullen eyes, feeling defeated. She let her shoulders droop, she felt her
breasts weighed down by the clamps. Her perfect hair, her makeup, all
was ruined now. She had no control over the cellar door and she knew if
the couple reappeared sheÕd feel foolish, sitting nude with clamps on her
tits and her face a big white mudpack of sperm. She felt his cum sticking
to her cheeks, usually broad with a smile, in her normal life, and caked on
her long lovely lashes. She felt it sticking to her teeth, ruining her sweet
apple-breath. She stuck out her tongue at him and saw it was completely
white with his essence.
ÒHa! Ha! Still defiant, I like that!Ó Master told her. In indignation at
the comment Jackie sat bolt upright. She glared at him and then she
winced because the clamps on her nipples were hurting her terribly. They
were not harsh clamps, but sheÕd never worn clamps before and to her they
were utterly new and utterly awful. Her master grinned at her. He poked
her in her belly with his finger. ÒWait Ôtil I get to work on that,Ó he told
her, stabbing her tummy. ÒThen youÕll be filing for child support, not
trying to run away from me.Ó
It was luscious, somehow, having this big man in front of her, doing
what he pleased, and quite pleased to do it. She was small and nude and he
was big and still had his suit on. HeÕd let her drink his water, heÕd fed her
by hand. And yet, now he wished to hurt her! She wished instead heÕd take
her upstairs and introduce her to the bedroom, instead of this awful
chamber of horrors. Yet she knew that whatever he wished to do, heÕd do,
and she had no choice in the matter. Did she wish for a choice? SheÕd
been bored with her old boyfriend. Why hadnÕt she remained faithful to
him? Why had she come here, seeking pleasure? Was he too nice? Or was
he simply not here, with her on her summer of modelling jobs? Jackie
didnÕt know. But it was too late for such decisions to be reconsidered, and
she tried to put them out of her mind and cope, instead, with what lay
before her.
Her master rose. He was large and he gazed down at her with a look
of complete possession and satisfaction on his face. Teasingly, he
reached out and took off her clamps. Jackie hissed at the new shot of pain
that coursed up from her nipples as the clamps were removed. She
screamed. As the blood rushed back into her bitten clamps they felt even
worse! Jackie let her head roll back and she howled a bitter howl and she
wept. She found herself falling forward and her master caught her and
wedged his finger into her mouth, as a kind of gag. She did bite him then.
ÒYeeeeoch!Ó Her master yelped. She tasted blood in her mouth and
she knew it was his. He could have removed his finger, but he didnÕt.
Somehow, despite the pain, despite the fact she might bite him again, he
left his finger in her mouth and let her suck on it until the awful pain in
her breasts retreated.
At last master reached down and toyed with JackieÕs nipples. She
flinched, she tried to withdraw. Gently he refrained from grabbing them,
yet he followed them wherever she went, lifting when she lifted, bending,
and she could not escape the flickering touch of his fingers. At last she
let one of her nipples settle into his hand. Lightly he stroked it.
ÒYes, there, itÕs all better now,Ó he consoled her. She sucked on his
finger still. At last he lifted her face. He took a napkin from the table
and wiped his blood from her mouth. Her lips were red again. He kissed
them, briefly, tasted his own blood and his jism. Then he knelt. Quietly he
inspected her breasts. She sat on her wounded hiney, wishing to rise, yet
knowing that when she rose he would beat her. She let him nurse at her
tits. He spent a long time suckling them, being very tender, then a little
demanding, nippling her poor nipples, making her gasp out screamy cries.
At last he stood up. There was nothing left but to beat her now. He
left his zipper unzipped, for he was rising again, his cock at half-mast,
excited at the prospect of seeing her put through her paces.
Master lifted Jackie to her feet. He reached for her neck. ÒI have to
take off the cape, so I can mark your back,Ó he told her. Shivering in his
hands, frightened beyond belief, she waited with trembling knees as he
unhooked the cape from her. Suddenly, in her fear and anguish, she peed.
It sprang from her dell unexpectedly. It splattered onto the floor, next to
the nice table with the fresh roses stemming up from the vase.
ÒAhhh,Ó Master said. ÒYou wet my pants.Ó He stepped back a little.
Her pee, hitting the floor underneath her, between her feet, splattered
upon her ankles and calves and feet and shoes and upon the cuff of his
trousers.
Jackie finished peeing. She felt terrible, yet there had been nothing
she could do. The fright had brought it on, and he was responsible for
frightening her. Master seemed understanding. He took his own napkin
from the table and unfolded it and bent and, ignoring his pants, though she
knew sheÕd be punished for wetting them, he carefully wiped her toes in
her open-toed heels and her ankles and her calves and her new shoes.
ÒCome,Ó Master said to her. ÒI must make you pay for all youÕve
done.Ó He led her by her collar, hooking a finger into one of the rings that
had held her cape. It lay rumpled on the floor now, Supergirl returned to
her mortal self. He led her across the room and as she felt her nude
breasts bouncing and the sway of her hips she felt like a show pony being
led out for a contest. She could feel her hair around her face and uncoiling
down her bare back. She felt her tummy, flat and indrawn, and wondered if
indeed he would make it swell with his seed. She felt the trembling of her
legs as she walked and she wondered how she would ever manage to bear
whatever it was he had in mind for her on this awful evening, among the
nooses and guillotines and torture equipement.
ÒYes, my pet,Ó Master told her, walking her up to a big awful
machine with straps and chains hanging from it. ÒThereÕs hardly any hope
for you. IÕm much too infatuated and curious.Ó
It was quiet in the dungeon. Upstairs the sound of laughter and
merrymaking could be heard but down here things had progressed to a
point of being quite serious, for both of them, for both knew they were
being put to the test by each other. JackieÕs master let her observe the
device heÕd selected for her. She trembled, her knees shaking as she
listened to him undress behind her. He took off his clothes slowly. He felt
his strength begin to return in his loins. He knew that although heÕd been
boyish with her before, splattering her face with his eagerness, he would
now have to be more restrained. He could not afford to simply spend on
her again. She would survive the night and she would talk with other girls
and they would share secrets. He would have to be as good as any other
man, preferably better, if she were to respect him after it was over. He
could feel the tightness in his belly and the roiling, rising need in his
balls. At first it had been a simple pleasure to squirt on her, to show her
how he could dominate her. Now that initial need had blossomed again,
quicker than he thought it might, for she delighted him like few other
girls heÕd encountered. She was younger than all of them and that
somehow made her more sweet, for she was quite tender and new to all
this. He felt responsible for her. At first he had simply wanted to scare
her, to put his mark upon her body. Then he had loved the tension of toying
with her, of watching her eat and feeling himself engorged, even though it
had hurt him to be so full in his crotch with his pants closed around his
body. And then heÕd showed her his manhood, almost like a little boy, and
made her be completely submissive to it and what it contained.
Yet now, as he swelled and stemmed into her backside, making her
flinch at the pressure of him rising against her anew, he felt a
seriousness in his arms and legs and his denuded torso. He stood behind
her like a God, naked and hard and vicious, but in her nudity she was a
Goddess, and a God that proved inferior to a Goddess was nothing, a whelp
or a boy who could only please himself but never another.
She waited for him to undress. As she trembled before him, tossing
her head back once to clear the hair from her eyes, she stared at the
machine heÕd brought her to, like some obscene matrimonial bed, and she
waited. She might have begged or pleaded or cried, but instead she waited
quietly, letting him undress. That a girl so young and new and vulnerable,
barely out of 9th grade, could show such aplomb frightened him. He stuck
her backside with his newly stiff erection. She yelped, drew in her
cheeks, then gradually settled back against his prong and continued to
wait. A tension ran along the arc of his cock, from his hairy bush to the
smooth, satiny cushioned cheeks of her bottom. He felt as if his prick
were a kind of bridge between them, his body and hers, and her wait
caused it to bow like a bridge under stress.
He took hold of his cock. It was wet at the tip and he briefly drew it
across the painful reminder of his strength that heÕd burned into her soft
ass. She gasped. She shifted her hips and bowed her head and bit her lip.
Yet her bottom, in doing so, bulbed out to him more, pushing back harder
against him. And he had to fight back the urge to spend himself on her
cheeks.
He had complete possession of her, and it was hard, for she had only
to obey, while he had to command, to plan, to show the way. She might
cum a hundred times, for her pleasure or his, yet he could only come a few
times this night. Why was it so? Why was the slave, who should have
been utterly debased, so freely gifted with orgasms by the Creator? Why
was the Master, who should have been utterly calm and free with himself,
instead limited to a handful of spurts, and no more? He had the duty to
make it all work. He had to tie her and restrain her and make sure she
could breathe, unless he valued her so little he simply intended to kill her.
And her beauty would not allow that. Nor would his desire, for he drew no
desire from destroying her ability to respond, but only from heightening
her ability to do so. Yet he was quite strictly limited in how many times
he could spend, while she might do so innumerably. He had to feed her and
wash her and care for her, if he was to derive the maximum satisfaction
from her. He had to think of her always, while she might forget him
entirely and think only of herself.
He steeled himself for the job ahead. She would derive satisfaction
from him this time, he knew, or mark him down quietly as a failure. He
wished he had not been so eager with her earlier. The courage of this
small little creature in front of him, with her half-undone, piled up hair,
with her tenderly nippled teats, her spreading thighs, her high round
bottom butting back against his sex, scared him. A shiver ran through her,
but he knew it was from the waiting, from the heat she felt between her
legs, and not, in the end, from what he might do to her. If she had been
truly scared of him she would have cried out in the room upstairs when
she first faced him. Or she might have begged for help when he brought
her down the front steps, or when the couple from upstairs intruded upon
the basement stairs. Yet, despite being hurt by him, despite the twin
welts heÕd given her, her first, across the satiny cheeks of her white-
fleshed bottom, she stood immobile, uttering only little soft breathy
sounds, the sound of her breathing.
He resolved to induce in her more tension and respect. He leaned
over her, grabbed her around the waist as one might grab a smart little
sister who was too big for her britches. She gasped, let out a cry at the
sudden attack. He leaned in over her, forcing her forward. His hairy
forearm clamped itself across her stomach, forcing her breath out. He
reached down underneath the beam that lay horizontally on the machine
before them. He twisted a knob. Suddenly, out the top of the beam, from
its flat innocuous surface, rose a missile-like prick. It was about half the
size of his cock in width, and he cranked it up under her gaping, virginal
eyes until about two inches of it extruded.
ÒIÕm going to make you sit on this,Ó he told her. ÒI canÕt possibly
take your tight little ass right away. You have to be opened up first. This
will help. Have you ever sat on anything like this before?Ó He knew the
answer before she replied. HeÕd read her physical from the doctor.
ÒNo!Ó she gasped. SheÕd only been fucked in her pussy by her
boyfriend back home. SheÕd refused to let the doctor even put a finger into
her rear-end. Yet now the object before her was a good deal larger than a
finger, though smaller still than the cock he intended to violate her with
by nightÕs end.
ÒI donÕt--Ó she said, turning her head. He saw fear in her eyes and
was glad.
ÒYou donÕt what?Ó he asked. His voice was slow, measured. He was
in his rightful place again, with himself in control and her shuddering in
his grasp.
ÒJust my pussy, please,Ó she breathed. Like a little girl she pointed
to her dell. She let her finger, in its pointing, graze the spot between her
open legs where she wanted him.
He laughed. It was the good, hearty laugh of the all-knowing, all-
encompassing Master.
ÒYou think I should be content with that?Ó he sneered. He turned her
around as she showed, with her finger, where she wanted him. He gazed
down at her lovely young form with impunity. ÒYou gave that away to
another,Ó he said. ÒI want something new. And what I want, I take. Do
you think you will order your master about, make him your slave?Ó He
slapped her. But it was a light slap, just enough to leave a hand-print on
her cheek. She gasped. A whimper escaped her and she looked down at his
very hard cock. It throbbed against her belly. It indented her soft flesh,
as if trying to burrow into it, an Alien in reverse, seeking to thrust her
through like a lance.
ÒCome,Ó he said. He reached back and unsnapped her hands. He lifted
her to place her atop the beam.
ÒNo!Ó Jackie shrieked. But somehow her hands, in beating against his
chest, wound up around her neck. She steadied herself against him. She
bit her lip. He lifted first one of her legs, holding her under her thigh,
then the other. With a grimace she felt herself wedged atop and then,
giving a shout, placed down upon the plug. It was well-greased, having
risen from a sheath in the wood larded with grease, and it went up her
with ferocious ease.
ÒOooooh! Get me off!Ó Jackie insisted. Master laughed.
ÒDo you think youÕre at Disneyland? Am I just some attendant here
for your pleasure?Ó He touched her chin. He watched the working of her
lips as she felt her hiney irrevocably settled upon the plug. ÒNot tonight,
my dear. Tonight you may ask, or beg, it doesnÕt matter, but I will not help
you. I will do as I wish and you will have to put up with it as best as you
can. How often does the sister say to her brother, ÔDo this?Õ Or to her
father, ÔDo that?Õ And they spring to her aid, retrieving her, helping her,
casting their coat down so that she might walk through Hell unsinged?
Not tonight, my little one. This dungeon does not exist for you to be
protected from it. It is a Male thing, and I have brought you into it to
make you feel life in reverse for a change, to make you a creature of my
whim instead of me a creature of yours.Ó Yet even as he spoke he knew it
was all lies, for she let go of him and almost toppled back and he had to
reach out and catch her, like one might catch a fine China dish.
ÒNo, I donÕt want to be on this thing!Ó Jackie said to him quite
seriously. He gazed into her face. He held her small fragile body and he
watched her breath and how it made her twin bosoms rise and fall on her
chest.
ÒYouÕre already on it, my dear,Ó he replied. ÒQuite plugged, right in
your ass where things should come out but where a Man wishes to see
things go in, go up!Ó He laughed at her. Then, carefully, he lifted her
hands, and with that sure easy grip of a Master whoÕd done this before, to
other girls before her and perhaps to other girls after her, he clicked her
uplifted, straining arms into overhead restraints. They made her stretch,
sitting on the beam, as if up to Heaven, seeking redemption.
ÒYes,Ó he chuckled. He tweaked her tender nipples and watched her
stiffen. ÒNow letÕs get these legs apart and up around my waist, hmmm?Ó
YouÕre going to be fucked in two places at once now, my cock in your
hungry little snatch and that plug up your ass! Have you ever been taken in
both places at once, hmmm?Ó
She nodded quite distinctly that she had not. Her answer thrilled
him.
ÒAhhh, your poor incompetent boyfriend did not take you through your
paces, I see. He was not so inventive. You need a man for that. How lucky
you found me. YouÕll find IÕm quite depraved.Ó He laughed but secretly
hoped she found him at least as self-controlled as he was depraved, for he
didnÕt wish to spend in her this second time, only to violate her. He
prodded her dell with his stemming cock. She looked down at his
hardness, at his lance that once again bruited itself against her, but this
time in a place where she might receive him without harm. And, shoving
within her closeness, he felt her legs wrap eagerly around his waist as he
lifted them up. He had only to place her thighs up around his hips and
immediately she was like a clamp upon him, drawing him in, sucking his
hugeness into her tight little dell and gasping into his face, but
nonetheless pulling him hard with her close-wrapped calves, keeping him
from escaping.
ÒUnnnnh!Ó Master groaned. For a moment he wondered at his status,
for the young beautiful creature seemed to capture him, despite his
largeness and her smallness. He was Siren-struck. His dick plowed into
her dell and she pleaded that he must not violate her, but at the same time
her calves worked hard to yank him against her. In a groin-shattering
moment he found himself deeply embedded. He kissed her lips and prayed
he could recover himself from her depths without losing her seed. He
wanted her ass, he needed her strength for her nether hole.
Now she began to buck. Despite the hard plug up her ass she rocked
atop the beam and fucked him hard with her snatch. Master gasped,
coughed, groaned. He felt himself sliding back as she rocked back away
from him, then into her again as she leaned forward. There was a
marvellous freedom given to her by the restraints. By yanking on them
with her captive arms, she was able to move back and forth against him
like some girl on a playground ride. He was in her and he could not step
back for her calves kept him prisoner. Back and forth she went, moving
him in and out, and he throbbed in her desperately. He felt his balls
tighten against the underside of his groin and they notified him that they
could not handle such a vigorous invitation for very long. Master tossed
his head back, not knowing what to do. Dare he reach back and untangle
her legs from behind himself? It would be almost unmanly, would it not?
Must he not let her clamp him if she wished? After all he was Master, the
all-seeing, all-powerful, while she was the meek vulnerable little slave.
Yet as he stood caught by her, her ankles crossed behind his waist, he felt
the slave. His balls swelled and his cock grew desperate. He tried to back
off her but her little legs clamped him harder.
ÒNo! You wench!Ó he cried. Jackie cried out in pleasure. She bounced
against him. She laughed. And suddenly, with her shrieking merrily in his
ear, Master felt himself overwhelmed.
They walked up the stairs hand in hand. Though he might have hanged
her or cut her legs off, he did not. She delighted him too much for that.
Impulsively she stood on her toes and clasped him and kissed him as they
mounted the steps. He held her around her waist, easily, feeling himself
drained and conquered.
Another couple opened the cellar door as they were about to step
through it. A man, wearing a mask. A girl, her hands bound, looking
frightened. Yet Sam (for that was his real name) knew that they would
ascend the steps, quite probably, in an hour or two just as he and Jackie
were, the man in tow to the woman, she the victor, he the happy victim.
The nooses and chains and all that brooded down there served only to
frighten. To arouse a response. In the end they were as harmless as the
men themselves, reduced to a paucity of their former vigor.
An orgy was commencing in the room where there had earlier been a
mere party. Sam spotted entangled arms and legs, groping hands, small
feet lifted and raised as girls let themselves fall prey to hairy men. He
heard sighs, muffled laughter. The females feigned disapproval of their
suitorÕs behavior but gave slight resistance to their efforts.
ÒCome, we must join them!Ó Jackie said happily to Sam. She was
free with her sexuality now, liberated by his attacks on her.
ÒI--Ó Sam answered. She glanced down at his cock. He was quite
spent, though he might rise again in perhaps 20 minutes.
She leaned in against him and kissed him. ÒCome when youÕre ready!Ó
she gushed. Then, her hair uncoiled and flying behind her, she leapt into
the room and settled her nude figure into the fray.
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