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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SINS OF THE FLESH
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Chapter Two
Jackie lay in the bathtub. Bubbles lay in layers atop the still water.
Elaine entered the bathroom nude, brushing her hair. She glanced at
JackieÕs nose and eyes peeping up from the tub bubbles, all else submerged
except for her small round bottom which, inexplicably, she stuck above the
bubbles along with her nose. Jackie giggled, sending a small plume of
bubbles up and away from their fellows with the breath from her nose.
Her bottom, almost like the tail of a dog, wiggled in accompaniment.
Elaine decided to take the girlÕs silly demeanor for an invitation.
She walked over to her and sat down on the edge of the tub. A towel
happened to be folded across the tubÕs edge, perhaps for Jackie when she
got out, and Elaine moved the towel down a little and sat so she could look
at the marks her master had put on her ass.
ÒAlmost faded now,Ó Elaine said. She reached into the tub and put a
hand under JackieÕs tummy to keep her bottom aloft, then used her other
hand to skim it lightly across JackieÕs fanny.
ÒOooh. DonÕt!Ó Jackie whined.
ÒSilly, it canÕt possibly hurt anymore,Ó Elaine said. She patted the
girlÕs bottom and found she didnÕt flinch. ÒSee?Ó
ÒWell IÕm still careful about it,Ó Jackie said cautiously.
ÒWhat will you do once your masterÕs marks are gone? Hmmm?Ó
Elaine asked the girl. SheÕd been parading her bottom around for almost a
week now, talking about it incessantly and taking prissy precautions with
it. ÔOh, I canÕt sit there!Õ sheÕd declare, eating lunch with Elaine and the
other models. ÔThat chair looks much too hard.Õ Or, in the morning, she
would insist that Elaine tie her shoes for her, for she said bending over
herself to do them stretched her welts too much, and sitting was even
worse. But now her masterÕs marks were very light pink stripes on her
ass, shading away into the white of her bottomflesh in places, leaving no
trace of her ordeal.
ÒWell, I wonÕt ever see HIM again, thatÕs for sure!Ó Jackie said
loudly.
ÒKeep your bottom up. DonÕt wiggle so much,Ó Elaine replied. She
ran her finger again over the girlÕs marks. She noted with satisfaction
how, when told, Jackie could keep quite still, the marks having no special
qualities anymore. To give the girl something to keep her mind busy,
Elaine suddenly parted JackieÕs cheeks with her hands. She wedged her
thumb into her bottom.
ÒOOooch!Ó Jackie blurted. Her head rose up from the foam
completely. Her small swan-like neck strained.
ÒThere. Feel better now, hmmm?Ó Elaine asked. She withdrew her
thumb from the girlÕs hole and a little outsucking pop could be heard.
ÒOh, donÕt DO that!!Ó Jackie protested. ÒNow my bottom hurts!Ó
ÒGood,Ó Elaine answered. She stood and tossed back her blonde hair.
She was tall and tanned, a golden Aphrodite, the kind of girl men fear,
because of her beauty. She had flashing blue eyes that penetrated
whomever she looked at and her mouth was inviting. She gazed down at
the kitten-like form in the water. Slender, four years younger than
herself, little Jackie had the good fortune, in ElaineÕs opinion, of being a
brunette. Men didnÕt fear her, except possibly because of her age, and as a
result sheÕd been swamped with male attention at their party. Elaine
knew that every man her own beauty scared away turned to a girl like
Jackie instead.
ÒYouÕre still an initiate, you know,Ó Elaine told Jackie.
ÒOooh, really?Ó Jackie replied. She wriggled her bare ass. She
looked up at Elaine and the blonde stared down at her friend with a sense
of possession.
ÒYes,Ó Elaine said. ÒBut you donÕt have to have Sam as your master
again if you donÕt want to. I noticed you left after breakfast Saturday
morning...Ó
ÒOh, I was just tired,Ó Jackie replied. She settled lower into the
bubbles.
ÒThe party lasted all weekend, you know,Ó Elaine said. She went to
the bathroomÕs sink and looked into the big mirror above it and began
brushing her hair.
ÒWell...Ó Jackie said.
Elaine laughed. Perhaps to maintain a sense of modesty among
themselves they hadnÕt discussed the orgy in its particular terms. But
now, with a new weekend almost upon them, Elaine felt a strange energy
coursing through her and she raised the subject directly. ÒI watched you
rolling around among all the bodies. You were quite popular!Ó
ÒI couldnÕt really see who was doing what to me,Ó Jackie said shyly.
ÒOr who I was doing what to.Ó
ÒWell, the men found you quite delectable. I think they knew very
well who they were doing it to!Ó
ÒAt least none of them got himself up my bottom,Ó Jackie said
quietly.
ÒOh, your treasured little bottom!Ó Elaine laughed. She looked at the
girl, still brushing out her long locks. ÒYouÕre just lucky, thatÕs all. The
men were all too randy to get themselves up you without hurting you. I
wouldnÕt count on being so lucky next time, though!Ó
ÒIÕm only 15,Ó Jackie said. ÒThey should wait at least until IÕve
finished my SECOND year of high school before they do my poop hole!Ó
ÒWell,Ó Elaine said. ÒI notice you havenÕt been returning SamÕs calls.
Shall I arrange for a different guy to have you this weekend?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Jackie said quite definitely. Elaine realized sheÕd treaded too
closely onto the girlÕs morals. She was resisting not because she didnÕt
want to, but because she didnÕt want to admit what she wanted to. And,
listening to the girlÕs voice and watching her face, she knew the ÔnoÕ
hadnÕt been produced by a desire to return to Sam. SheÕd conqured him.
She had no more interest in him. Although, Elaine mused, the girl was
quite happy to have Sam calling. But the calls would all go unreturned.
ÒWell, weÕre having a little get-together this weekend at JoyceÕs,Ó
Elaine told Jackie. ÒShe owns her own modelling agency and some of her
models are earning really high fees. IÕm going, and a guyÕs escorting me.
He used to play football but now heÕs in real estate. I told him he could
bring a friend of his along. IÕll let them both escort me if you donÕt want
to come.Ó She turned and, without saying another word, she left the
bathroom.
All afternoon Jackie lounged about ElaineÕs apartment. She skipped a
modelling assignment and went with ElaineÕs to the hair dressers. They
did their makeup together afterward, sitting on the sun porch out behind
ElaineÕs apartment, wearing just small bikinis that neither could get wet
and sipping pink lemondade. They stayed under the roof of the porch, out
of the sun, and kept the patio doors leading into ElaineÕs apartment wide
open. The cool air from inside wafted out across them, keeping them
feeling pleasant despite the heat of the day. It was, thankfully, not as hot
this afternoon as on other days. But the girls, sitting in small bikinis tied
with miniscule bows, felt a warmth inside themselves. It was a burning
desirous warmth that no amount of air conditioning could alleviate.
ÒYouÕre awfully pokey about going home today if youÕre not planning
to go out,Ó Elaine said. She caught Jackie by the chin and drew the girlÕs
face close to her. She selected a pale lipstick and traced it across the
girlÕs lips.
ÒOoo I miooght gooo oooutt,Ó Jackie mouthed over the lipstick.
ÒDonÕt talk when IÕm putting lipstick on you,Ó Elaine answered. She
retraced her line across the girlÕs lips, making them glossier. Then she
drew her hand away, and let go of JackieÕs chin. Jackie puckered her lips,
then smacked them.
ÒMmmm, I like this lipstick!Ó Jackie said. She gazed at her face into
a small mirror set up on the table.
ÒYouÕre going to look very pretty tonight reading the Encyclopedia
Britannica,Ó Elaine teased.
ÒWell, I just want to see what your boyfriend looks like,Ó Jackie
said.
ÒOh, curious hmmm?Ó Elaine asked. She reached for one of the girlÕs
hands and drew it to her and began painting her nails. ÒCuriosity killed
the cat.Ó
ÒI know,Ó Jackie said. She gave a childish sigh.
Jackie was quite excited by the time the men were due to arrive.
For a girl whoÕd pledged not to go out, she was certainly dressed well.
Elaine had ordered a party dress for her from a boutique downtown and it
arrived just a half hour before the men were due, and Jackie, though
saying again that she was certainly not going out, put the dress on.
ÒJust to try it, since you were so nice to buy it,Ó Jackie said to
Elaine as Elaine zipped it up for her. But then sheÕd kept it on, and now sat
on the couch with sparkling eyes and an alert figure.
The doorbell rang. Elaine let the men wait a minute, composed
herself, checked her hair. Then, with a sly glance at Jackie, who gave her
an innocent stare in reply, she went to the door.
Two men entered, one bulky, the other slimmer. One looked about 35,
and Jackie suspected he was the ex-football player. The other was
slightly taller, but slimmer, and no more than 21.
ÒHi, guys,Ó Elaine smiled. She drew them both over to the couch
where Jackie was sitting and the brunette, pretending to be a little
startled, squeezed herself against the end of the couch as both men sat
down on it. The slimmer, younger one was placed so that he was next to
Elaine.
ÒHi,Ó he said cheerfully to the brunette.
ÒOoooh, hello,Ó Elaine said, all mixed-signals and, perhaps, Elaine
thought, mixed emotions too, for she figeted with her hands and looked
away from the boy. But then when he turned his head away from her, she
looked immediately back at him, and this time she did not take her eyes
off him.
They left ElaineÕs apartment shortly after, Jackie in tow, though she
skipped along a little behind the young man who held her hand, as if too
small to keep up with his long-legged stride. They entered a car driven by
the ex-football player and drove out to JoyceÕs.
Joyce lived in a quiet-looking colonial-style home out in the
suburbs. It distinguished itself from the other homes by having a spray of
antique roses across the front lawn, intermixed with the low, decorative
hedges that homes in the neighborhood used to separate one property from
another. Otherwise it was not unique in appearance. Ben, the driver,
missed the house at first, but Jackie gushed over the flowers and when
she begged him to pull back and let her look at them more closely Elaine
saw that they had found the right home.
ÒMy, youÕre off to a quick start in life,Ó Joyce said when she was
introduced to Jackie. The girls were still nominally travelling inside the
membership of the club but it was a rather large and diverse group, not
everyone attending all its functions. Joyce had never met the girls, except
Elaine once, at a non-sexual social, and Ben, who sheÕd apparently slept
with.
Jackie smiled awkwardly at Joyce. The woman took the small coat
she wore. It had grown cool outside as the afternoon departed, leaving a
hushed summer night in its wake. They stood in the foyer of the roomÕs
home. Joyce hung up JackieÕs coat in a small closet. Elaine wore no coat.
She regarded JackieÕs coat as more of a show of modesty than anything
else. It apparently, combined with JackieÕs age, caused Joyce some
concern.
ÒJackie,Ó she said, looking at the girl. Unexpectedly Jackie blushed
and Elaine worried that perhaps they might all be dismissed, or she might
have to arrange for Jackie to be driven home. ÒWeÕre having a party
tonight that will be rather...Ó Joyce paused for a correct choice of words.
Her eyes flicked at Hollis, JackieÕs escort, apprised him a moment and
then switched back to Jackie. ÒOnerous.Ó She paused, glanced at Elaine.
The sound of guests chatting could be heard in another room. Elaine had to
prevent herself from blushing. It was embarrassing to have to speak of
such things when the night was just only beginning.
ÒI know,Ó Jackie offered. Her voice was high-pitched and she
squeezed HollisÕ hand, as if for protection, or in hopes of keeping herself
from being dismissed because of her age.
Joyce glanced at Ben. They shared a look between themselves as
former lovers have, who have loved without remorse or regret. It was a
look of shared understanding.
ÒBy that I mean,Ó Joyce said to Jackie frankly, ÒThat you can expect
to have to remove your pretty party dress. Have you been to parties before
where that has happened?Ó
ÒOne,Ó Jackie replied. She looked up at the woman with the luminous
eyes of a young girl, and it only worsened her position, for Joyce was
searching for maturity, for a knowing, agreeing gaze. Elaine bit her lip
and looked down at her feet. She wondered how she would get the girl
home without ruining her evening.
ÒMadam,Ó a French voice said suddenly, calling out. A young black-
haired woman walked into the foyer from the interior of the home, a
redhead with large bosoms holding her hand. They were both in their early
20Õs. A man followed, a girl with shoulder-length brown hair holding his
hand, the man perhaps 30, the girl no more than 20.
ÒWhat is it, Rebecca?Ó Joyce asked the Parisian model.
ÒSally is being wilful,Ó the black-haired French beauty answered.
She pointed to the redhead whose hand she held.
ÒFine. The cabin is available,Ó Joyce replied. She turned back to
Elaine and Jackie and their escorts. The small troupe that had entered the
foyer withdrew.
ÒHave her dress off,Ó Joyce said quickly to Elaine, as if making a
decision against her will, and doing it swiftly to avoid changing her mind.
ÒWhat?Ó Jackie asked. She spoke with wounded surprise.
ÒHer dress,Ó Joyce said to Elaine. ÒUnzip it. I wonÕt admit a child to
my home for this sort of party. Let me see what she really possesses.Ó
She eyed Jackie angrily. ÒIf your bra is stuffed, young lady, youÕre going
home,Ó she said.
Before Jackie could respond, Elaine moving quick as she could in
hopes of saving her night out. She zipped down the back of JackieÕs dress.
Elaine had zipped it up and now she unzipped it, wishing sheÕd not bothered
to bring her. Saucer-eyed, Jackie stood with Hollis manfully holding her
hand. Elaine noticed the girl squeezing it a little. Perhaps she wasnÕt
quite so bashful as she pretended to be. Hollis squeezed her hand in reply.
It was a silent communication. Jackie was no more captive than Hollis,
each supporting the other.
JackieÕs dress fell from her shoulders. Her bosom, wrapped in a
frilly but gauzy white bra, came into view. Perhaps vengefully, Joyce
didnÕt content herself with simply looking at the girl in her bra. The full
curve of JackieÕs bosoms could be seen through the cups, as well as her
nipples, but Joyce strode forward and yanked JackieÕs shoulder straps
down from her arms and tore the cups off her tits.
ÒOh!Ó Jackie cried. ÒMadam, you are rude!Ó she declared. Joyce
cupped both the girlÕs breasts with her hands. Her long nails dug into them
sharply, almost to the point of leaving marks in the flesh. She hefted
them, squeezed them. ÒYou are well endowed,Ó she admitted finally. Her
voice became soft. ÒYou may have to have these reduced if you wish to
become truly successful as a model,Ó she said. Then, lifting her eyes,
looking at the others, she said, ÒCome. Let us not waste time on
trivialities. She is too special a prize for that.Ó And, turning, she clasped
JackieÕs free hand, the one Hollis wasnÕt already holding, and she led the
girl from the foyer.
They passed through the house, avoiding the other guests. Out back
there was a broad footbath lined with woodchips. The wood received the
spiked heels of the women and the shoes of the men and hushed their
passing. They moved among rose bushes, following the path, and Jackie,
despite having her breasts bared and her bra hanging beneath her denuded
bosom, was permitted to stop and sniff the roses and enjoy their aroma.
Joyce and Hollis each kept one of her hands firmly in theirs. Elaine
carried JackieÕs party dress folded over her arm.
ÒDo you like them?Ó Joyce asked Jackie.
ÒYes, very much,Ó Jackie replied in a small voice.
ÒI shall have my gardeners cut some for you to take home with you,Ó
Elaine answered. Then, after giving the girl a further moment, she pulled
her away from the roses.
They passed through an arbor. It stood ensconced between two apple
trees, almost hidden by the heavy branches of the trees that hung down.
They were ripe with apples and Hollis picked one and offered it to Jackie
but she demurred. He ate it himself, taking big bites of it. Ben smiled at
Elaine but instead of picking an apple they shared a quick kiss.
Joyce opened a gate attached to the arbor. They passed under a
cardinal climber vine that wove its way up and across the arbor. Its
serrated leaves hung down, threatening to cut at their skin. The trumpets
of its bright red-colored flowers seemed ready to announce their arrival
into this remote part of the backyard.
Joyce closed the gate behind them. There was a small open lock
hanging next to the gate, dangling from a nail on the inside of the arbor.
Quietly she placed the lock on the gate and clicked it shut. In the
distance, party sounds came from the house.
Hedges grew thickly along the path beyond the arbor, as if trying to
conceal from prying eyes that a path might lie beyond. Along the edges of
the path, spikes of indigo blue flowers rose, blossoms of Salvia May Night.
Intermixed with the deeply-hued salvia were snapdragons.
A voice cried out in the night. Jackie, cossetted between Hollis and
Joyce, looked up sharply. Her feet dragged a little on the ground, Joyce
admonished her not to scuff her shoes. The group followed the path round
a corner in the hedge and came to a wooden cabin. It was unpretentious in
its appearance, made of cut, unfinished logs, as if some refuge for the
gardener. Joyce tried the handle to the door, found it unlocked. She
stepped inside, pulling Jackie behind her. Hollis followed, still holding
JackieÕs other hand. Elaine and Ben entered last.
Inside the cabin was warmly lit by a fire. Several unfinished pieces
of furniture were arranged within it: a chair, a small table, and an
unusual item in the middle of the floor, a great log, about two feet in
length. Its surface was covered with rough bark and a nude woman was
just laying a bearskin rug over it. She looked up. Her eyes danced in the
firelight. It was the girl with brown, shoulder-length hair that theyÕd met
in the foyer. The man sheÕd held hands with in the foyer was now naked.
He stood with a stick in his hand and his erection displayed. His penis was
coated, as if with grease or KY jelly. The stick in his hand was slim and
whippy.
The four of them had piled their clothes neatly inside the door on the
chair. Kneeling on the floor, nude as the rest, was the redhead whom the
black-haired Parisian girl had described as Òwilful.Ó The redhead had
several angry red marks across her back. Her bosoms hung down like twin
gourds, moving with jerky, pendant swings as she sobbed. The French girl
held the redheadÕs abundant mane of bright curls up in a small fist. It left
her back bare, though in her kneeling position the redheadÕs hair might
have spilled down off her back anyway. It also served to keep her leashed,
like a pet, her own hair acting as the leash. Below the redheadÕs slim back
her waist drew in to a tight little circle. Each of her sobs seemed to draw
the waist smaller. Beyond it her bottom loomed, but it was still unmarked
by the manÕs stick.
ÒMistress!Ó the French girl blurted, upon seeing Joyce.
ÒAt ease, little one,Ó Joyce replied. ÒContinue your playing.Ó
ÒShe will not take the brand, mistress!Ó the French girl told Joyce.
The redhead, her eyes lifting only briefly to acknowledge the new arrivals,
bent her head down and yelled as the man with the stick struck her again.
A new line formed across her back.
ÒAll of us must bear a mark of our servitude,Ó Joyce replied easily.
She turned to Ben. ÒLock the door,Ó she told him. ÒWe will not be going
out again tonight.Ó
Jackie, still standing between Hollis and Joyce, looked with baleful
eyes at the seen before her. The man with the stick and the well-
displayed prick struck the redhead again. She wailed. The cabin echoed
her cry but the big logs and the hedges beyond kept it from reaching the
house. Her nipples pricked the bearskin-covered floor. Only the entryway,
where people entered and left the cabin, was bare wood. But the walls
were bare, and the roof, great unfinished rafters supporting it against
even the heaviest winter snows. Only the firelight lit the cabin, except
for the glow of a small brazier.
There was no bed in the cabin but, as if anticipating that they might
be required all the same, a collection of condoms lay upon the roomÕs
single table. Along with the condoms were several vials of cream, of
ointment, a spray bottle of perfume. Also on the table, near the back,
despite the fact that it was a small table, stood lipstick, and a container
of nail polish. These latter seemed to be new and unused but the salves
and creams had already been opened, as the manÕs penis glowed richly
under several coats of the stuff. He struck the redhead again. She
shrieked. The Parisian girl kept her from crawling away by holding her
back by her hair. The brunette finished arranging the bearskin rug atop and
over the great sides of the log that lay felled in the middle of the room.
She worked with soft, quiet hands, almost oblivious to the sobs of the
redhead behind her.
ÒUndress, get everything off,Ó Joyce instructed Ben and Hollis and
Elaine. As for Jackie, she needed no instructions, for Joyce herself took
hold of the girl and began to remove what little remained of her clothes.
She bent and, to a whine of protest, from Jackie, she unclasped the girlÕs
bra. It no longer covered her breasts but she freed it from the girlÕs back,
reaching around behind her, and let it fall to the floor. Elaine picked the
bra up, laid it on the clothes already piled on the chair. Then, unzipping
her party dress, she let it drop to her ankles and reached around behind
herself and undid her own bra. Her breasts fell from the cups of her bra,
like ripe fruit from a basket. She smiled at Ben as he unzipped his pants.
Hollis got out of his clothes like an athlete in a locker room
preparing for some sports event. Except there was no uniform for him to
get into afterward, and, passing his clothes over to Elaine, who piled them
on the chair, he stood rather awkwardly in the room. His cock stemmed
out from his groin like a big lance waiting for a tournament. He seemed
unsure whether to try to cover it with his hands or to leave it free.
Seeing that Ben, taking his pants off, made no attempt to hide his erection
from the women, Hollis decided to follow his lead. Then, boyishly,
relishing the fact that he was nude in front of so many females, he began
to thrust his hips forward, showing himself to anyone who might look,
though the first to give him a glance was the man with the stick.
ÒIÕll enjoy seeing that in the guillotine,Ó the man with the stick
growled. Hollis looked at him dumbly. He was a match for any man, save
perhaps Ben, who weighed so much more, and so he ignored the man with
the stick and kept on sticking his penis out at anyone who would gaze at it
for him. Jackie looked, smiled sheepishly as her panties were drawn down
by Joyce. Elaine smiled at Hollis, licked her lips, then cast a quick glance
at Ben, wondering if heÕd seen. He had, but simply smiled back at her.
Crawling from the log to the brazier, the brunette fiddled with a
branding iron that lay within it. She had to use an oven mitt to take hold
of the brandÕs metal handle. She adjusted the brand in the fire. The
brazier was heating its tip. Its red coals were turning the end of the
brand to a bright, ocher color. At the end of the brand, to mark flesh with,
was a tiny letter ÒA.Ó
ÒAlfonse, it is hot now,Ó the brunette said over her shoulder to the
man with the stick. He glanced at her. Her hair hung in a neat bob around
her face. Her bare flesh was warm and rich from the glow of the fire. It
flickered from the fireplace across her skin, while the glowing coals of
the brazier cast a bright hue of light across her bare, pendant breasts. Her
nipples were the color of the roses out in the yard. Her bottom, lily-
white, stuck out behind her like some bare canvas upon which an artist
might leave his mark.
But it was the redhead for whom the brand was intended. The
Parisian girl drew her with yanks of her pretty fire-red hair over to the
big log. ÒTurn around, get your bottom facing it,Ó the French girl
commanded. She maneuvered the redhead, who was most reluctant, the
man whipping her back repeatedly, so that the redhead at last knelt with
her fanny facing the log. The brunette lifted the brand from the brazier.
She crawled carefully over to the log, holding the brand aloft, away from
herself, lest she burn herself with it. The Parisian girl ran to the table,
plucked a rubber bit from amidst the paraphernailia of love. She returned
to the redhead, who knelt fearfully with her bottom butting up against the
log.
ÒGet up, get your ass up on the log!Ó the man ordered the redhead.
She failed to move and he threw down his switch. He reached down, seized
her by her thighs, and hoisted her up like a fish and plopped her waist atop
the log. It left the girl dangling, her arms and bosoms touching the floor
but her legs and even her knees off it. Her snatch pressed to the top of the
fallen log where, thankfully, the brunette had draped the bearskin.
ÒOoooh, no!Ó the redhead gasped. Her legs were split apart by the
presence of the log and her snatch rubbed fretfully against the log, which
lay underneath it. She was only draped over the end of the log. The
brunette, climbing up on the log, now seated herself atop it. She looked as
if she might be saddling up in a horse, except it was a log, and the
bearskin rug served as her saddle. The brunetteÕs knees no longer touched
the floor, for her legs werenÕt long enough for that, seated atop the log,
but her feet trailed down to the floor behind her. With a shiver she
seemed to acknowledge the pleasure she felt as her bare pussy splurged
itself upon the bearskin. Her nipples, almost completely hard, now grew
to fine big points at the tips of her breasts. She scooted herself forward
on the log, still holding the brand aloft. She smiled bashfully at the new
guests, Joyce and the rest, as she moved across the log, for it made her
even more aroused to feel the bearskin sliding between her legs.
ÒIn this cabin we mark females and we put men to the test by
placing them, their penises that is, in guillotines, and by subjecting them
to the nutcracker,Ó Joyce said casually, watching the brunette drag her
soft sex across the log. She held Jackie firmly by the hand and Hollis had
once again taken up position beside her, holding JackieÕs other hand. Ben
and Elaine held hands, standing a little to the side of Joyce, watching the
redhead prepared for the brand.
ÒOh, itÕs awful!Ó Jackie moaned, watching. Her back was very
straight, perhaps with fright, and her pretty knees were locked into
rigidity, making her slim girlish legs look like well-rounded sticks.
Hollis, hearing JoyceÕs calm intonation, flinched, squeezed JackieÕs hand
as much for support as to restrain her.
ÒThey are only playing tonight but she will be back in a month and
her master will make his mark permanent on her body,Ó Joyce said.
ÒWatch!Ó And then, with the redhead tremblingly accepting the bit from
the French girl, the black-haired beauty mounted her, much as she might
have mounted a pet dog. The French girl spread her legs on either side of
the redheadÕs face and settled her black-furred pubis atop the girlÕs
flaming head. She sat facing the redheadÕs ass, which was perched up on
the log. Enjoying the soft rubbing of her sex upon the redheadÕs tense,
tossing head, she reached back to the girlÕs bottom and spread the cheeks
of her ass. The man stood over both girls, and the brunette, making sure
all carried out his wishes.
The brunette, so calm and soft and understanding in her demeanor,
now gently lowered the hot brand with AlfonseÕs initial. The French girl
held open the redheadÕs bottom for her. With quiet, careful grace, her
bosoms swaying naked and free as she worked, the brunette began to stab
at the inner cheeks of the redheadÕs split-apart bottom.
ÒOmmph! Ommmph! Eeeeek!Ó the redhead gasped. Her mouth gaped
open on her third cry and she lost the bit. Joyce hurried forward, letting
go of both HollisÕs and JackieÕs hands, and quickly stuffed the bit back into
the redheadÕs mouth.
ÒYouÕll damage your pretty teeth if you donÕt keep this in place,Ó
Joyce warned the redhead. With stabbing strokes the brunette now gave
the redhead a series of little 1 second brands all over the tenderest parts
of her bottom. She moved up and down the furrow, scalding the redheadÕs
skin, but not keeping the brand in place, for these marks were not meant
to be permanent. With each quick prod of the brand, however, the redhead
voiced extreme discomfort, for it was hot from lying over the coals, as
hot as it would be when it was held in place a month from now for 10 long
seconds upon her flesh.
ÒShall I do the hole itself too?Ó the brunette asked softly, looking up
at the man with the stick. He laughed.
ÒIt would serve her right, but sheÕs been fairly good. We have not
had to tie her. Let it go. She would have a painful poop if we did. SheÕs
going to have an interesting experience wiping for the next few days
anyway, with all those little boiling brands on her flesh.Ó
The redhead jerked and bucked and thrashed beneath the French girl.
The Parisian rode her with sexy aplomb, keeping her knees wide apart on
the floor, trapping the redheadÕs head between her spread thighs but
leaving her enough room to move her head. Each twisting gasp of the
redhead now sent a shiver of delight up the French girl. Meantime, the
brunette, enjoying her perch atop the log, and the license she had to mark
the redheadÕs behind, began humping the bearskin. She gasped with
pleasure and gave the redheadÕs ass a quick stab to make her buck and send
pleasure up through the slit of the French girl. Each poke of the brand, too,
made the redhead twist and squirm on the log, sending a shudder of
pleasure through her own snatch even as the brand made painful marks on
her fanny.
Hollis reached out and began stroking his penis. Jackie looked at
him, seemed a little peeved, despite her fear at being in such a depraved
place.
ÒHeÕs playing with himself,Ó Jackie complained to Joyce.
ÒHollis!Ó Joyce cried. She pointed to the brazier. ÒTake him over
there and make him kneel with his cock over the coals,Ó she told Jackie.
The girl stared back at her dumbly. ÒHurry, girl! He must be controlled!Ó
she admonished. With a sudden start of girlish enthusiasm, as if liberated
for recess, Jackie understood and, taking Hollis by the hand, she led the
tall boy over to the brazier.
ÒKneel down,Ó Jackie ordered Hollis. She held his hand and pointed
down at the brazier. With a gulp, but excited to be manipulated by such a
beautiful creature, Hollis knelt on the floor. The brazier stood about a
foot off the floor, on spindly legs. Jackie knelt down beside Hollis, facing
the brazier with him. Gently putting her hand on his bare buns she drew
him close to the coals, along with herself. The exception between them
was that, Jackie being a girl, when her thighs came within an inch of the
flaming hot brazier she was simply warmed in her dell, while HollisÕs
manhood stood out over the coals. The full length of his big throbbing
manhood was exposed to every upwafting blaze of heat that the coals
emitted.
ÒYoooch! This is hot!Ó Hollis exclaimed. Jackie patted his bottom.
ÒKeep your hands away from your dick,Ó she instructed. ÒLet your
big penis feel how warm its going to be when it finally gets inside me.Ó
Her voice was like a cat, purring. Hollis trembled, his cock beginning to
sweat.
ÒDo your testicles feel it to?Ó Jackie asked in an artless voice.
ÒSure,Ó Hollis replied. Between his legs his big sac of sperm bulged
out, clamped and held by his closely-pressed, trembling thighs.
ÒGood. No cold showers for you!Ó Jackie exclaimed. ÒWeÕre going to
keep your nuts nice and toasty until its time for you to spend them in
some lucky gal.Ó She gave Hollis a smile. He looked at her, slightly
unnerved, not knowing quite what to do.
ÒThatÕs good, keep him nice and warm where it counts until weÕre
ready for him, Jackie,Ó Joyce called. The girl grinned at the woman and
then, stealthily, she inserted a finger into her snatch and began frigging
herself.
ÒDonÕt tell,Ó Jackie said to Hollis. As he watched, punished for
playing with his own sex, the girl began to sigh and moan and enjoy doing
the same to herself. The difference, of course, was that Hollis, to
masturbate, had to take hold of his big penis, sticking out in front of
himself, while little Jackie only had to surreptitiously stick a finger
between her legs. Hollis grimaced at the heat from the brazier and the
unfairness of being punished for what Jackie herself was now doing but,
being a man, he wasnÕt about to stop a female kneeling so close to him
from engaging in a little self-induced foreplay.
The man with the stick watched eagerly as the three females under
his control brought themselves to the edge of bliss. Then, his cock
straining above their heads, he ordered the French girl to dismount. She
drew her wettened thighs from atop the redheadÕs sobbing, gasping head,
leaving a bit of herself behind in the girlÕs lovely hair. The brunette,
eager to cum but not quite at the point of orgasm, reluctantly drew
herself down off the log. She crawled back over to the brazier.
Jackie, caught frigging herself, for she had not noticed the
brunetteÕs approach, quickly drew her finger from inside her dell. The
brunette smiled. She pretended to poke her hot brand at HollisÕs penis,
making him flinch. Then she stabbed again, feigning that she was going to
brand his bulging testicles with AlfonseÕs initial. Finally she laid the
brand down in the brazier. She took off her oven mitt and dropped it to the
floor.
A moan went up. The brunette turned, saw the redhead had been
mounted from behind by the man. He left her atop the log, holding her
there, her redhaired snatch still rubbing against the bearskin, and he stuck
her with his prick in her small, all-too available butthole. As the Parisian
controlled the struggling redhead, pressing down on her with her hands,
the man gave the redhead increasingly penetrating thrusts in her behind.
The brunette crawled quickly over to her friends and, at a frantic nod from
the French girl, she settled underneath her dark-haired companion and
began feeding in the girlÕs dell. The girl from Paris gasped, wedged
herself down hard on the brunette, feeling the girlÕs tongue in her slit.
She came once, almost immediately, and then, doing a quick dismount, she
turned around and lay down on the floor atop the brunette. A scream of
pleasure went up from the brunette as the French girl gave her her due.
The man, meanwhile, now well up inside the redhead, began lancing
himself back and forth within her, as if to pop the little boils and marks
that covered the inside cheeks of her bottom. The redhead screamed, not
entirely, it seemed, from displeasure, and seemed to cum upon the log that
pressed up into her thighs. In back the man rodded her fiercely, though
with enough care not to do her any permanent harm. As Joyce kept the bit
in the girlÕs mouth and Elaine and Ben watched, the man spent at last into
the redheadÕs behind. Jackie, meanwhile, took up frigging herself again,
while Hollis knelt beside her, his dick stuck out over the brazier,
sweating, her palm placed sweetly but firmly upon his behind.
When the man had experienced fulfillment the Parisian girl and the
brunette broke off their playing and helped the redhead down from the log.
Then, with gentle hands, they drew her on her knees over to the small
table. She settled down on her tummy on the floor, lying on a soft
bearskin, and the two girls began to treat her behind with a variety of
salves and ointments. The man, content now that his balls had been
emptied, slumped against the wall, for it was smooth near the base, as if
expecting someone might need to lean against it. He watched with a
satisfied grin on his face as the Parisian girl and the brunette worried
over the redheadÕs behind. The poor victim, lying upon the floor, tossed
her red hair to and fro, like a frustrated mare locked up in a paddock. But
she made no move to escape, simply crying in small, soft little gasps,
letting the women calm and treat her bottom.
Now it was the turn of Elaine and Ben and Jackie and Hollis, with
Joyce leading the way. Joyce went to a nondescript place in the wall next
to the fireplace. She opened what proved to be a small cabinet. She pulled
from it a large wooden post. Her breasts swung nakedly as she wrestled it
from the cabinet. Her lovely hair, piled atop her head, let loose a few
strands. Her hair was dark like the Parisian girlÕs. Yet, though it was
difficult for her to drag out the post, Joyce asked for no help. Ben moved
to help her, his big cock waggling, his hairy ass displayed for the girls to
admire, wearing not a stitch of clothing, and not minding it, but not
knowing the evil purpose to which the post was to be put. Joyce accepted
his help and told him to set up the post in the middle of the room. When it
was upright, she took from the closet a miniature guillotine.
ÒThis is for your penis,Ó Joyce said to Ben. He stared at her. His
cock was huge and hard and he watched with surprised eyes as Joyce
fitted the guillotine on top of the post. ÒI bought this in Iran,Ó she said to
him, as if explaining some tourist trinket to a friend. ÒThey use this in
Iran to punish sex offenders, politicians caught with women who arenÕt
their wives, or others, like authors, who have the temerity to post sex
stories on the Net, in violation of the Koran. And,Ó she added, looking at
Ben, ÒAlso to punish those who download sex stories from the Net.Ó She
crooked a finger at him. Hollis was still over the brazier, getting his
penis cooked, little Jackie beside him, pressing him close. He laughed as
he watched Ben drawn to the guillotine by Joyce and, helping her, by
Elaine.
ÒStick your thing right in here,Ó Joyce said to Ben. She lifted a
wooden bar. Another lay beneath it. There was a half moon cut in each, so
that when they were closed they formed a complete circle, a hole, where a
head would have been placed on a big guillotine, but where a penis was
supposed to go in this little guillotine.
Aroused by the sight of the blade and and womenÕs coaxing fingers,
Ben let himself be put into the hole formed by the two separated bars.
When he was thrust completely through, fully exposed to the danger of the
blade, Joyce lowered the top bar down onto the bottom bar, capturing his
penis. It was a tight fit, she could barely get the two halves of the circle
to close. Ben looked at himself throbbing within the closed guillotine.
Above, menacingly, a blade hung, held aloft by a little string tied off in a
bow to the side of on of the guillotineÕs posts.
ÒRun your finger along it, dear. ItÕs quite real,Ó Joyce said of the
blade. She took BenÕs hand and made him stick out one of his fingers and
she drew it along the underside of the blade.
ÒYeowch!Ó Ben cried. A slice had been made in his finger and it
began to bleed. Helpfully Joyce drew Elaine close and, lest the girl
protest, she popped BenÕs bleeding finger in the girlÕs mouth.
ÒSuck it,Ó Joyce told Elaine. She smiled. ÒNow you are tasting your
loverÕs blood. How does it taste, hmmmm?Ó
ÒHokay,Ó Elaine said over BenÕs finger. She seemed worried that
things might get out of hand, glanced down at BenÕs captive cock. It stuck
through the guillotine temptingly. A feminist would have loosed the
string and let him enjoy life as a girl.
ÒOh, yes. YouÕre in danger now, arenÕt you?Ó Joyce said to Ben.
Teasingly she stroked the underside of his big erection. It throbbed
mightily, full of his desire. Only the base of his cock was caught between
the bars. The rest, sticking right on through, hovered nakedly, waiting to
be victimized. All of it, the entire beautiful ten inches, would be lopped
off forever if the blade swished down.
ÒNow, you might ask, what do we use this for?Ó Joyce said to Ben.
ÒThe thought had crossed my mind,Ó Ben replied. His bare buns
tensed reflexively as he studied his cock in the guillotine.
ÒSometimes gays come in here. They like to pierce each otherÕs
penises, or infiltrate each otherÕs balls, stuff like that,Ó Joyce told Ben.
ÒTo keep the male victim compliant they first put his cock through this
guillotine. No matter what they do to his penis, he never disallows it, for
the alternative, as you can see, would be much worse.Ó
ÒYes, indeed,Ó Ben answered. He seemed mesmerized by the fact
that his manhood, so important to him all of his life, and hopefully for
decades to come, stood at the brink of execution, spared only by a small,
pretty knot of string tied to the side of the guillotine. Joyce passed her
fingers across the bow and toyed with it.
ÒDonÕt do that!Ó Ben gasped.
Joyce laughed. Her breasts shook with her laughter and her nipples
were ridid. Elaine continued to suck on BenÕs finger. It would prove his
most useful limb if the guillotine should happen to come free.
ÒAlright, IÕll free you,Ó Joyce said at last to Ben, a reluctant note in
her voice. She separated the two halves of the bars that had been locked
down on his cock. Ben gasped with relief and yanked his cock out of the
guillotine just as fast as he could.
ÒGod, that makes me want to use this really, really badly!Ó Ben said.
He stared at his naked, wiggling cock, and but for the two women, would
have immediately grabbed it and held it tight and made it spurt in his
hands, despite being 30 years old.
ÒYes, Ben. I was hoping you might say that,Ó Joyce laughed. Elaine
drew his finger from her mouth and giggled. She pressed it to her belly,
daubed a little blood on her flat tummy and then, when it had stopped
bleeding, she released it.
Jackie let out a loud sigh.
ÒWhat?! SheÕs frigging herself!Ó Joyce cried. Immediately Jackie
withdrew her finger from her dell but it was too late. Joyce and Elaine,
sensing a new game afoot, ran over to her. ÒHold her, Hollis!Ó Joyce cried,
for little Jackie, sensing she might replace Ben as the victim, tried to get
up and run. But Hollis reached out and manfully grabbed her, as if to save
her from harm, and he held her close. She liked his embrace and kissed
him. Then the women drew her clasping body off Hollis and drew her to
her feet and walked her over to the log. They tossed her down belly-first
over it.
At JoyceÕs instructions Elaine fetched a rope from a drawer built
into the table. Joyce, meanwhile, went to the closet next to the fireplace
and returned with a small wooden stocks, something that looked like it
was built in the time of the Puritans. The men, Ben and Hollis, held a
kicking Jackie down over the log. Their penises trembled with desire,
huge and long and hard above JackieÕs little body, but they only held her
down, giving her a few slaps on her bottom to keep her from kicking them
with her feet.
ÒOuch! Ouch! Ouch!Ó Jackie whined. Her bottom was imprinted with
both menÕs handprints as Elaine tied JackieÕs hands behind her back.
Joyce, meanwhile, sat the stocks on the floor and had the men lift the girl
a little. Then, grabbing at JackieÕs breasts, she wedged the girlÕs boobs
through holes cut in the stocks. ÒOoooh, Noooo! What are you DOING?!Ó
Jackie protested. Stiff nippled, she was forced to lie over the log with
her bottom high-perched, while her boobs were captured and held in the
stocks. Like the guillotine, the stocks were made of seperable halves of
wood. Joyce squeezed the two halves together when sheÕd drawn the girlÕs
breasts through, and locked them. She flipped up a latch to keep the
halves together. Flipping it down again would free JackieÕs bosoms but,
unfortunately for Jackie, her hands were now tied behind her back. Elaine
double-knotted the robe to make sure the girl couldnÕt get free. The rope
was rough hemp and it chafed the girlÕs small wrists.
ÒNow, this is how a girlÕs breasts are held while her nipples get
pierced,Ó Joyce said. She rose and walked to the closet and returned, her
own breasts swinging free, with a small surgical kit. It was made of
stainless steel and when she opened it a small assortment of needles was
revealed. They sparkled at Jackie and the girl groaned with distress.
ÒYes, my sweet, we do breast piercings here, in this cabin, right
through pretty little nipples like you have, so they can be hung with
jewels. If I gave you jewels to hang on your nipples would you let me
pierce them?Ó Joyce asked.
Jackie frantically shook her head Ôno.Õ
ÒShe would,Ó the man with the redhead said, pointing at the young
woman who lay bottom-up on the floor.
Joyce looked back over her shoulder. ÒThen we will indeed do hers
later,Ó Joyce said. She turned back to Jackie and smiled. ÒHow simple it
would be for me to pierce your lovely tits. Would you like to feel the
needle, hmmm?Ó She drew forth one of the needles, a particularly long
one. Jackie blanched and tried to rise but the men held her down. They
were excited by the whole ordeal, their cocks hard and trembling, hovering
over JackieÕs bare bottom like stiff snakes waiting to strike.
Gently Joyce stroked one of JackieÕs stiff nipples. It was
unaccountably hard, given the danger the girl faced, but it remained stiff,
and JoyceÕs tender fingers, so loving, yet so deadly in their embrace, only
made it more febrile. ÒSee? Feel the needle?Ó Joyce asked. She poked it
into the side of JackieÕs nipple. The girl shrieked, bounced on the log.
ÒCareful, you might actually stick yourself on it if you donÕt lie still,Ó
Joyce told her. Again she poked the girl with the needle, very lightly, to
let her feel its surgically-sharp tip.
ÒNoooo!Ó Jackie whined.
ÒSuch pretty jewels I could hang from these bosoms, if only you
would let me pierce them!Ó Joyce told the girl. ÒYou could show your
jewelled bosoms to all the men and they would long to compete with me,
buying you even prettier jewels.Ó But still Jackie worked her hips, trying
to rise, and kicked her feet at the men, and tried to lift her bosoms from
the heavy stocks on the floor.
ÒNow let me see your tongue,Ó Joyce said. ÒCertainly you will let
me pierce that, hmmm?Ó She had Elaine, who was absently frigging
herself as she watched, part the girlÕs lips with her pussy-wet fingers.
ÒTry not to masturbate while weÕre doing this, hmmm?Ó Joyce said
to Elaine.
ÒOh, itÕs very exciting!Ó Elaine blurted, even as she reached within
JackieÕs mouth and forced the girl to produce her tongue. She held
JackieÕs tongue out for Joyce and the dark-haired woman poked at it with
the needle.
ÒYou like it, do you?Ó Joyce asked Elaine.
ÒYes!Ó the blonde cried, still hanging on to JackieÕs tongue, pulling it
out of her 15-year-old mouth so that Joyce could stick it very lightly with
her needle.
ÒDo you want to be pierced?Ó Joyce asked Elaine. She looked at the
nude young woman kneeling beside her. Elaine gulped.
ÒWould it be permanent?Ó the blonde asked. Her hands were
trembling as she held JackieÕs tongue out.
ÒYou nipples would always bear a tiny scar, but if you didnÕt keep
jewelry in them the holes would eventually close,Ó Joyce answered.
ÒWould you like to try it?Ó
ÒYes!Ó Elaine blurted. She immediately blushed.
Jackie was forgotten. Her tongue was returned to her and, almost as
if they were objects, not living flesh, her breasts were freed from the
stocks. Nobody bothered to untie her hands. She was rolled off the log and
left to lie belly-up on the floor. She gasped like a fish from the ordeal but
nobody paid any attention. All the attention was focussed on Elaine now.
The blonde was helped over the log and everyone made sure she was
comfortable. Then more rope was gotten, and her wrists were tied behind
her back. Joyce briefly went to the brazier and heated the needle she
intended to use. Then she waved it in the air to cool it, for it had only
been heated to make it sterile, not to be used hot against ElaineÕs skin.
ÒSome people use a gun, but I prefer to do it manually,Ó Joyce said to
Elaine when she was settled in front of the girl, ready to go to work.
Elaine lay like Jackie had, over the log with her bottom wiggling atop it,
while her breasts were imprisoned down by the floor in the stocks.
Briefly Joyce rubbed her pussy, she was so excited at having a real victim
to work on. Then, taking a small moist towellete the man with the stick
had brought her, getting it from the desk, Joyce washed each of ElaineÕs
nipples. The towlette was coated with an antiseptic and it ensured that
Elaine would receive no infections. Joyce wiped ElaineÕs nipples slowly,
lovingly, smoothing the towellette over them, then pinching the little
peaks, then assauging her pinches with more soothing caresses. The
alcohol in the towlette made Elaine flinch, for it produced a slight sting.
ÒNow, we are ready to alter your breasts,Ó Joyce said at last to
Elaine. All the while, as she bathed the girlÕs nipples, she had held the
needle intended for them up in the air. With careful grace she now brought
the needle down to where ElaineÕs breasts lay imprisoned in the stocks.
The wood of the stocks squeezed her large breasts, hurting them a little,
but as Elaine lay with puffed face and saucer eyes, emitting little gasps,
she knew the squeezing upon her boobs by the stocks would be nothing
compared to the sting of the needle.
A soft cloth was placed on the bearskin underneath ElaineÕs tits to
catch droplets of blood.
ÒIÕll pierce one now, then weÕll have sex, the men and I, and then,
later, IÕll pierce the other one,Ó Joyce told Elaine wickedly. ÒYouÕll enjoy
the wait,Ó she added.
ÒNo!Ó Elaine said.
ÒGag her,Ó Joyce said. ÒI wonÕt have myself arguing with this little
bitch over how I do the procedure.Ó Immediately the man whoÕd flogged
the redhead went to the table and returned with a canvas gag. It was
stuffed into ElaineÕs protesting mouth, the girl begging Ben and Hollis for
help, but the men kept her held down over the log, and slapped her bottom
to entertain themselves.
Gagged, spanked, her wrists bound behind her back, Elaine now
recieved the needle. Joyce pinched off one of her nipples and, holding it
tight by the tip, drove the needle though its center. Despite the girlÕs
wigglings she worked slowly, for it was a manual piercing and she didnÕt
want to spoil the job by putting the needle into the girlÕs flesh too fast.
Slowly, exactingly, Joyce stabbed the needle more and more through
ElaineÕs nipple until at last it emerged on the other side. Elaine herself
was groaning in her gag and began crying, but there was no stopping the
implacable, slow, deliberate pace of the needle. When her nipple had been
fully pierced, the men holding Elaine down tight, Joyce withdrew the
needle. She wiped the girlÕs wounded nipple with a fresh towelette. Then
she smiled down at Elaine.
ÒSit tight,Ó she told the girl. ÒIÕll be back.Ó
In the morning, when all had been fucked, even poor Elaine, and little
Jackie, who remained with her hands tied until morning, because nobody
wanted to bother with the double-knots, the couples emerged from the
cabin. First the man with the stick, holding the hand of the redhead heÕd
whipped and had branded. Next the Parisian girl and the brunette. After
them came Joyce and, holding her hand, a well-pierced Elaine, who now
had gold rings stuck through both her nipples. Finally Ben and Hollis came.
They walked with Jackie between them, JackieÕs face looking unhappy
because she still had her hands tied behind her, and the rope had made her
wrists raw. Everyone wore their clothes except the two girls, Elaine and
Jackie who, owing to their condition, were unable to don tops, only pants.
Both models walked with their breasts hanging free. The rising sun bathed
their white bosoms in its rays and cast its bright morning rays over their
tanned arms and bellies.
ÒA wonderful evening, donÕt you think?Ó Joyce asked Elaine. The girl
wore a gag in her mouth even now, and could only nod mutely. Jackie,
wriggling between the men and somehow trying to get her wrists free, or
her arms, blurted out a defiant ÒNo!Ó Joyce laughed, paused, went back to
where Jackie stood. She took the girlÕs face in her hands and quietly
kissed it. Then, realizing the poor girl was still bound, for only now was
Joyce coming down off a night-long sexual high, she went behind the girl
and dug at the rope carefully with her long fingernails.
ÒOh, IÕm sorry!Ó Joyce said when she saw how the rope had rubbed
JackieÕs wrists raw. ÒWeÕll put something on you in the house.Ó She
kissed the back of the girlÕs head as the girl, struggling, yanked her untied
hands in front of herself and tried to escape the men.
ÒBe still, girl!Ó Ben told Jackie. She looked up at him ruefully.
ÒAt least you didnÕt fuck my bottom,Ó she said.
Ben laughed. ÒDo you want that, hmmm? I tried to get in you. You
wiggled so much I gave up.Ó
ÒSheÕs too tight!Ó Hollis proclaimed. He looked at Jackie. ÒEven your
pussy is damn tight!Ó
When the girls got home that afternoon, safely back at ElaineÕs
apartment, they undressed and inspected each other. They were alone
again, at last, safe from men and from wicked Joyce, who neither of them
liked anymore, or at least not in a way that either of them were willing to
admit to. Jackie worried over ElaineÕs tits and, the two girls retreating
to ElaineÕs bed, she suckled them for Elaine, in a vain hope to make them
all better. The rings were withdrawn, set carefully on the nightstand
beside ElaineÕs bed.
ÒYou know, a pussy can be pierced too,Ó Elaine confided to Jackie.
She shuddered as the girl mouthed her breasts.
ÒRealleee?Ó Jackie asked, nursing her friends tits with small licks
and slow, loving sucks. ÒYes. Right through the clitoral hood or even the
clitoris, or perhaps the labia lips,Ó Elaine said.
ÒWhere would you get yourself pierced if you did it?Ó Jackie asked.
She lifted her face from ElaineÕs breasts and placed a palm on ElaineÕs
belly. It was flat, smooth, tanned. The white line where her panties
covered her when they went swimming showed below, with her furry
blonde mound. Across from it was JackieÕs brown-haired mound. The two
girls watched their bellies a moment, and how their breaths lifted and
then relaxed the swell of their breasts, and made their smooth tummies
ripple.
ÒI donÕt know. Perhaps on the hood, or...Ó ElaineÕs voice trailed off.
ÒOh, you mustnÕt pierce your pussy!Ó Jackie begged. She reached
between the girlÕs legs and, wiggling her finger about, found the spot she
spoke of, the little clitoris. Elaine felt it buzzing under JackieÕs
searching finger.
ÒOoooh, I donÕt know, I would be so....Ó Elaine gasped. Then she
wriggled herself closer to Jackie, until their bellies touched, Jackie
moving her hand from between the girlÕs legs to feel her friend up against
her.
ÒYou must get your nipples pierced too,Ó Elaine told Jackie. She
clasped the girlÕs face between both her hands and kissed her hard on her
lips.
ÒNoooo,Ó Jackie protested. Yet, as her belly rubbed against ElaineÕs,
and the nipples of their breasts poked at each other, she felt a strong
desire to follow her friend.
ÒAnd I will open your bottom for you too, using a dildo, so that men
can have you there,Ó Elaine told Jackie.
ÒOooh, nooo!Ó Jackie replied, but knew she wouldnÕt refuse if her
friend insisted.
ÒAnd,Ó Elaine said, ÒWeÕll get our pussies pierced together, both of
us by Joyce, and then our tongues too, and after that weÕll play at having
our bottoms branded, or maybe do it for real!Ó
At that both girls were so heated by the wicked possibilities they
faced in life that they embraced each other passionately and, rolling about
on the bed, they made love deep into the night.
At midnight the neighbors on the other side of the wall thought they
heard a girl screaming for mercy, for mercy for her bottom but, thinking it
some late-night movie in poor taste, they made love in their bed and paid
it no more attention.
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