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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SINS OF THE FLESH
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Chapter Five
They were in love with their bodies and how they felt in the nude.
Perhaps in the end they would have stripped for any man who could give
them this: a chance to be utter girls, cared for and nude and admired.
Allowed to show off and enjoy, perhaps for the first time in their lives,
the bold new feel of their developed bodies. Later they might be teachers
or attorneys or governesses but right now they wanted to feel the heft of
their newly grown bosoms and how they bounced when they ran. They liked
the sway of their hips atop their bare legs and they wanted a dreamboat to
watch all this, and he did.
Master sat with a riding crop over his knees. The girls didnÕt mind a
little correction now and then. It meant he was paying attention. Yet, so
far, he had spared them, and as each hour of the day passed the girls grew
a little more anxious, deep down inside themselves, for they knew the
night would certainly be filled with their screams.
At the moment they were preparing to have a footrace across the
lawn. Freshly bathed, with brunch in their tummies after DennisÕ awful
assault at dawn, they stood waiting while Barbara, pleasantly topless,
stood behind them binding their wrists to collars around their necks.
Elaine and Jackie would have to run this way, with their elbows pulled up
to the tops of their heads and their forearms bent back behind them.
Elaine felt the click of the D-ring behind her, on each side of her neck, as
first one, then the other of her leather-shackled wrists were bound to her
new leather dog collar. Jackie stood beside her, holding her neck
obediently, in anticipation of being bound. Jackie looked down at her
bosoms.
ÒOh, how they stick up when I have my arms up like this!Ó she said
rather lamentingly. Then she couldnÕt help but giggle. Dennis was off
cleaning the stables, doing his work, but she guessed heÕd peek at her from
the loft when she started running. He would watch her breasts bounce,
just as Master would, and Barbara and Abigail and Eunice would be
watching too, though Eunice was busy collecting leaves that had fallen
overnight from the trees in the yard.
Master called to Eunice. ÒEunice! Eunice, come here!Ó He had just
thought of an answer to an age-old question heÕd always been perplexed
by, how to impel the girls forward when they winded him and he couldnÕt
keep up with them. To ride a horse in the yard would be too overwhelming;
the yard was pleasantly large but not big enough for one of his mares or
stallions to prance around in amidst excited, running girls. The horses
could be led out through a gate at the back of his property, for riding, but
the path had houses along it as it wound off into the hills and a pair of
naked girls running along the path, one of them not yet 16, would hardly
keep him in good standing in the community. Yet now he had a solution.
Eunice dropped her bag of leaves and came trudging over to where Master
stood. She had big gloves on her hands, big hairless but brawny arms. She
had a coat tossed over her black and white uniform that she wore. It was
a uniform that seemed part maid, part cleaning lady, for indeed, unlike
Abigail, she was not exclusively a maid, but did heavy labor too, being the
oldest and least attractive female on the estate, save for the cook, who
was older and less attractive still but only in charge of the kitchen.
Master looked up at his trusty maid. He paid her much better than
anyone else might have, and so she stayed with him. She was large and
stoic and seemed, in her rural German way, perplexed by the young girls
and why they kept popping up at the estate and letting ridiculous things be
done to their pretty young bodies. Yet they continued to come. Some were
runaways but others were models, like Elaine or Jackie, others simply
bored well-brought up rich girls looking for an adventure. They found it
here. They all left with some permanent momento of their stay,
apparently freely accepted. Those who came without rings on their
nipples were pierced, those who obedeintly came with rings already left
with more rings though their cunnies. Others wished to have a tattoo, or a
brand, and it was never put in anything but the most intimate of places on
their bodies. Girls did not get their ankles tattooed here. Yet, worst of
all, from the maidÕs point of view, was what the girls endured between
their moment of arrival and the last day before their departure. Master
was a commited, if gentle, sadist. He loved to mark their bodies and
watch as they healed and then mark them anew. Yet his gentleness gave
them freedom, as Elaine and Jackie now enjoyed. They were not kept in
underground cells but given free run of the place. They might have
escaped, but always they stayed, and suffered, and were loved and
cossetted and thorougly spoiled. Sometimes a girl, it was true, would
take herself right to the brink, and then at the last moment call off her
final trial. The brand might be ready, her bottomcheeks quartered, yet if
she was still able to speak she might, even then, break free of it all,
simply by asking. But she would have to ask in just the right way, using a
code word sheÕd chosen. And once the gag was in place, once sheÕd
accepted it, there could be no turning back.
ElaineÕs code word was ÒZanzibar.Ó Jackie hadnÕt been able to think
of a code word so Master had chosen one for her. HeÕd been cruel doing it:
the word was ÒSupercalifragilisticexpealidocious.Ó
In addition to the girls who came and left with some mark on them
(the vast majority, seemingly accepting it as some kind of rite of
passage), and the occasional girl who managed to escape with nothing
(very rare, for Master hated that), there were the girls who teased: who
blurted out their code word and then refused to leave, preferring at the
last moment to extend their stay. Of course it was entirely against the
rules and Master hated having his chain pulled even worse than he hated
the girls who escaped him with no permanent mark of his ownership on
their bodies. Yet if the girl was sufficiently beautiful, or talented, or
simply so much a minx that she could somehow get away with it, she
would win. She would stay on, and be spoilt more, Eunice laboring away to
bring her all the treats she demanded, and Abigial, and Beverly, and then
when a new punishment was chosen, or the old one resurrected, she would
let herself be led right to the brink and then utter her code word again.
Eunice heard Jackie laughing a high, childish laugh as her hands were
bound behind her to her neck. She looked across the field and saw the nude
young girl standing there, loving the attention. The children like Jackie
were the worst. Master insisted on marking them, like the others, and yet
at the same time he seemed to lament it. And so a young thing like Jackie,
if she were truly naive and yet truly sexy, both at once, might toy with
him for weeks, making everyone serve her and yet not going through with
the final ordeal at the end, the one meant to mark here. Eunice looked at
Jackie and then she looked at Master. She guessed heÕd found his match
again: a disobeident girl whoÕd shown up without rings in her nipples and
who now he hated to mark, yet who must be marked, lest she simply run
away with all the prizes and pay nothing. Fed, cared for, bathed, washed,
allowed to stuff herself with sweets and watch endless T.V., play in the
pool or sun herself in the yard, boss around the help and even to insult
Master. She looked like a waif standing there in the yard, a small half-
starved child you might find on the street in Paris at the turn of the
century, yet she had lovely big bosoms, and they shook with her laughter.
Her hips were filling out but they still bore the unnerving slimness of a
small childÕs hips. Her bottom was high and round and split like a newly
sliced apple up the middle. A man might get stuck inside such a small
high-perched peach as that. It begged to be patted and swatted and kissed.
And supporting it were two long, beautiful legs, still skinny like the legs
of a foal, yet with enough roundness to the thighs to give promise to the
eye that the nest that lay betwixt them was ready to fuck.
Barefoot, giggling, Jackie had her hands clipped to the back of her
neck. She would not be able to unclip them herself, nor would Elaine. They
were both quite prisoner now, and their breasts rose and fell with their
nervous breaths and with their anxious laughter.
ÒShe is like Melinda,Ó Eunice warned Master. Melinda had taken
herself to the brink three times, escaped each time, then had her things
packed and left. SheÕd been so insolent as to give Master a goodbye kiss,
as if she were his daughter.
ÒI know,Ó Master answered. His voice had a faraway sound to it and
she knew this girl would best him too. She would tease and prance and
flirt and yes, he would paddle her, but she would escape in the end. And
then she would find a new Master, and he would be the one to mark her.
Not Ronald Tomkins. Eunice remembered how Melinda had returned one day
and, letting herself in, walking straight past Barbara, sheÕd found Ronald
in his study and sheÕd taken off her blouse, and opened her bra. Another
Master had pierced her nipples. She showed off the rings to Ronald and
teased him about it and then she put her bra back on, and her blouse, and
left. Of course it had been two years later, sheÕd been older, she was no
longer the little teenaged nymphette whom sheÕd been, but a svelte older
teen, on the verge of adulthood. Yet it disgraced Ronald, in his opinion,
that she should have given herself to another. He nodded quietly. She
dressed slowly in his study, perhaps waiting for him to rise and strike
her, but he was not that kind of Master. He rarely struck his girls in
anger, no matter how angry he might be with them. Always it was for
their benefit, not his, that he struck them, in a kind of dance of love where
the stakes had been raised by both sides to test their limits. They were
struck formally, in the white-tiled washroom, or tied to a bed. They were
rarely struck gratuitously, simply to get something off the chest of their
Master.
It was strange, Eunice thought. These girls standing naked on the
lawn should be properly dressed and in school, or working summer jobs,
but instead they preferred being love slaves. Some men kept loveslaves
and did not pierce them, but theyÕd found their way to Ronald, who did. He
was perhaps a Medium master, not merely punishing the girls for their
behavior but wishing to mark them permanently also. Other men went
much farther. They were the Hard Masters.
Ronald sipped his drink and looked up at Eunice. ÒBring Dennis up
from the barn,Ó he said. ÒI want him to run behind the girls and swat their
behinds for me. Tell him it is a chore IÕm assigning him. He is not to
expect any sex from it. IÕll bring him a girl soon for himself but in the
meantime, I need these girls given some sort of reason to race. The last
two loveslaves I owned were too pokey. They didnÕt have enough spirit in
their running. I want these two running lickety-split. And I want them to
care about reaching the finish line, because only then will their bare
bottoms be free of DennisÕ whip.Ó Master looked at the two nude girls in
his yard. They both had to go to the bathroom. They stood briskly rubbing
their thighs together. Beverly opened their mouths. She made them take
still more fluid into their bodies. She poured in ripe red wine, fresh from
the vinyards Master kept out on the hillside where the horsepath ran.
Master liked seeing girls run with full bladders. It made them run faster.
It had been the only way he could get his two previous loveslaves to run.
HeÕd make them wait until they had to pee very badly and then he woulndÕt
let them go until theyÕd run completely around the yard and across the
finish line.
Eunice went and fetched Dennis from the barn. He came trotting up
across the lawn. Both Elaine and Jackie smiled at him and called out to
him as he passed them, running to Master. He grinned back. They seemed
to have forgiven him his rudeness of the morning.
ÒHere, sir! What do you want?Ó Dennis asked. He was wearing just
bib overalls, and Master suspected he was quite naked underneath. He had
bare feet and there was straw on his bare tanned shoulders and in his hair
and on his overalls.
ÒWhat have you been doing, rolling around in the hay with the
goats?Ó Master asked.
ÒNo, just cleaning, moving, the usual stuff,Ó Dennis answered.
ÒWell, take off that barn-smelling pair of overalls youÕve got on and
take a quick rinse under the poolÕs outdoor shower,Ó Master replied. He
turned to Abigail, who hovered on his arm, waiting with another drink.
ÒGet a whip from my bedroom,Ó he said. ÒThe kind I use on the pony when
it refuses to run on the trail. I have a new one I just bought, in my
dresser. It is slick and well-polished. It should be like liquid fire on
Elaine and JackieÕs behinds. Yet it will not cut them up. It is broader than
most, perfect for tender young asses.Ó
Dennis grinned. Master grinned. Abigail shivered and put down her
tray and hurried into the house.
ÒYou have nothing on underneath?Ó Master asked Dennis.
ÒNah, IÕm kinda, well, you know, I have hardons that come and go,Ó
Dennis confessed. He blushed. It was not the sort of thing males
commonly talked about.
ÒWell you may as well keep the overalls off, then,Ó Master answered.
ÒI see youÕre already sporting something there between your legs. I can
hardly think chasing the girls around is going to diminish it. But
remember, as I told Eunice to tell you. This is strictly business for you.
The girls are not to be fucked unless I give permission, and at the present
moment IÕm not of a mind to.Ó He paused. He lifted his drink but didnÕt sip
it out of respect for Dennis, a fellow male, perhaps a male who would one
day be a Master like himself. ÒAnd if I do order you to fuck them,Ó he said
to Dennis, Òit is again a chore, to be executed like the hay in the barn, not
a pleasure for you to enjoy.Ó
ÒCool. I can handle that,Ó Dennis said. Without further ado he
stripped right there in front of Master. The girls looked at him from afar,
watching as his bare ass came into view, with a trace of hair in its young
crack, and his bare hairy legs and his smooth muscled back. Dennis tossed
back his shoulder-length blonde hair and his cock presented itself to
Master. It was fully erect, despite the morningÕs fucking. His balls hung
tightly between his legs.
ÒIf you donÕt mind... get that thing out of my face,Ó Master said to
the boy. He waved him away.
ÒOh, yeah. Sorry!Ó Dennis replied. He turned, taking his penis with
him. Master sipped his drink. He watched the boy walk over to the pool
and he looked at the girls, and saw how their bright eyes followed the boy.
Both girls wiggled their knees and rubbed their thighs together in need of
a bathroom. Yet Master knew they needed more, seeing Dennis with his
proud young penis so vividly displayed.
Dennis turned on the shower. He stood under it and let the water
wash him down. Abigail brought the whip and gave it to Master and walked
out to Dennis and gave him a bar of soap. The boy looked at it disdainfully.
But she urged him to take it. Then she stood with her hands on her hips,
supervising him, as he washed himself, right down to his toes and
including his cock and balls. She might have done it for him, but she knew
he might spill in her hands. Instinctively she knew heÕd look best running
after the girls with a stiff cock, and she didnÕt want to spoil such a
wonderful sight as that!
When Dennis was washed and rinsed he turned and aimed his penis at
the showerÕs drain. With a glance back over his shoulder at Elaine and
Jackie, who had to pee now quite badly, he relieved himself in the shower
drain.
ÒAhhh, that felt good!Ó he called lustily to the girls. They frowned
and pouted and begged Beverly, who was standing with them, for
permission to do the same. She denied it.
ÒNever mind towelling him off,Ó Master said to Abigail, who had
turned to run into the house and fetch a towel for the boy. ÒBring him over
here. Dennis! Come and get the whip!Ó Dennis jogged over to Master. His
prong wobbled obscenely in front of him and his balls swung in their tight
little sack like churchbells hoping to be let down and rung.
ÒHere, take this. YouÕve whipped the ponyÕs ass before, havenÕt you?
You know how to use this?Ó Master asked.
ÒWho do you thinkÕs been taking it running?Ó the boy answered.
ÒDonÕt get smart with me and IÕll give you everything you need,Ó
Master answered.
ÒRight, sir,Ó Dennis replied. He took the whip from Master and then,
in a show of respect for him, he saluted him. He did this with his penis
standing stiffly up and wearing nothing at all, his hair still wet from the
shower, clasping the pony whip in his fist.
ÒYour service to the cause is appreciated,Ó Master answered. He
lifted his hand, Hitler-like, and acknowledged the boyÕs salute without
saluting himself.
ÒForward, march!Ó Abigail told Dennis. ÒThey do both have to pee
quite badly. We made each of them drink lots of water, and not a little
wine too.Ó
ÒSounds like fun,Ó Dennis answered. Bare assed, he loped across the
lawn to the girls. He was barefoot but, because the girls were expected to
run with high, uplifted steps, raising their knees like show ponies, the
girls were permitted to wear soft new sneakers. Master had ordered them
from a store downtown. The special gait required of the girls served two
purposes: not only would it make them look more alluring, it would slow
their pace, allowing Dennis to keep abreast of their bottoms no matter
how fast a runner either might prove to be.
ÒGirls,Ó Beverly said when Dennis had arrived behind them, whip in
hand. Both Elaine and Jackie looked askance at each other, and back over
their shoulders. ÒGirls!Ó Beverly said again. She slapped each of them on
their flat bellies. She hoped, listening, that neither had been impregated
by Dennis that morning. ÒGirls you are to run with a high, perfect step
like IÕve told you. Yes, Jackie, I know you have to go to the bathroom. Quit
whining about it and stand still. Now there will of course be extra
punishment for the girl who finishes second, given tonight perhaps, or as
soon as the race is over. And for each sloppy step you make, not lifting
your knees properly, Dennis will be there, to crack you on your behinds.
And I wouldnÕt try cheating and running away from him, Jackie,Ó Beverly
said, eyeing the girl. ÒThere are special rooms in MasterÕs house for girls
who do that. Rooms youÕd rather not see.Ó
Jackie bit her lip and looked down between her breasts at her
sneakered feet. ÒYes, maÕam,Ó she said quietly. Helplessly she wiggled
her knees, though sheÕd tried to stand still. She had to go to the bathroom
extremely badly, and she needed something else besides. It was sticking
up at her from behind, growing strait out of Dennis. She glanced back over
her shoulder at it.
ÒStop looking at me, bitch!Ó Dennis warned. He had a gleeful look on
his face.
ÒOoooh, I canÕt help it!Ó Jackie cried. ÒIt scares me,Ó she added,
covering for herself, though she knew from the moisture between her legs
that it didnÕt scare her perhaps as much as it should have.
Dennis stood behind the girls like a wet Poseidon waiting to hurl his
lance. In between his legs his large cock, looking very much like a sausage
one might buy in the store, stuck up from between his legs. Jackie
considered the big sausage-like thing behind her, in her mind, not daring to
look back at it, and mused that in the grocery, at least, the grocer had the
decency to hang the sausage so that it was pointing down, instead of up at
her face or (in this case) at her butt. Besides his male organ (as if that
werenÕt enough), Dennis was armed with the pony lash. It was thicker
than most whips, and this scared Jackie, who assumed the thin whips
were better, though they were not, for they sliced into the skin more
deeply. Jackie glanced over at Master and wondered how he could treat her
so dreadfully. She was nude, permitted just soft little sneakers, which
were cute and had nice little teddy bears on them but which needed, she
thought, at least a pair of panties to go with them. Especially with a whip
and a dick poised behind her to attack her. At least a pair of panties
would have kept her hiney hole covered. Even the teensiest pair, its crotch
string slicing between her pussy lips, would have nonetheless crossed
over and protected her hiney hole. But she was denied even that, so that
her poor bottom, her hole still sore from this morningÕs fucking, had
nothing to rely on except the squeezing of her bare ass cheeks. Jackie
tensed her bottom and hoped Dennis found someplace other than her poor,
vulnerable hiney hole to stick his big thing.
In addition to being bare, Jackie had to pee. She didnÕt just have to
go a little bit, she had to go quite terribly. She could feel the pee in her
bladder and it felt like it was going to burst. How could she run with a
full bladder? She might run to the toilet, but they wanted her to go
running around the lawn, through the flowers and trees, for no other
purpose than their own amusement, and with no potty waiting at the finish
line for her. Jackie brushed her thighs together and wished she could at
least run holding herself, with a hand between her legs, pressed up against
her pussy. But her hands were both lofted up and back and fastened behind
her neck. Her hair spilled down past her eyes and over her pinned-up hands
and down her back. The breeze lifted it a little and then let it settle
against her face again. Jackie tossed her head and felt very much like a
horsey, reined and haltered and nude except for its horseshoes. She
glanced nervously at Elaine. She shared the same fate, her lovely blonde
mane of hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back, her hands
drawn tightly up and behind her neck.
ÒGirls, I expect you to make fine runners,Ó Beverly told Elaine and
Jackie. She stood topless before them, impeccably made up, as they were,
but with her hair pinned neatly up in a bun, to keep it from interfering
with her as she prepared the girls for their race. ÒYou are both to run
with your head held high. You are to lift your knees, like fine Arabian
horses, and run with perfectly straight backs. Do not fall. I do not wish
either of you to be hurt. There is no purpose in that, it would injure you.
This is for your MasterÕs erotic entertainment, nothing more.Ó She looked
at both girls, their flat bellies, their high-set, large breasts, too large
really for girls who were to make their living modelling. She gazed at
their long legs and their prettily shod feet in new shoes.
ÒI want to go home,Ó Jackie said. Beverly, who was topless like she,
but with big womanÕs bosoms that hung sumptuoulsly on her chest, while
JackieÕs, though imponderably large, still perched high, looked at her. The
girl asked to go home, yet she did not say her code word. She did not even
say ElaineÕs code word, which she might have been able to remember, even
if she could not remember the cruel long one Master had given her.
ÒYou want to use the potty,Ó Beverly said. She looked at the girlÕs
fretful knees. ÒWhen you have finished the race, whether you come in
second or first, you will be allowed to use the potty. Right away. With no
waiting or hesitation.Ó
ÒThen letÕs get GOING!Ó Jackie blurted. Beverly placed a soft, warm
hand on the girlÕs tummy.
ÒAh, my sweet. You love this, donÕt you? Your Master watching you,
a randy young boy standing behind you dreaming of doing impossible things
to your body, your friend beside you to keep you company.Ó Beverly
laughed. ÒI know you love being the center of attention, my dear, and you
would trade almost anything to keep the limelight on you always.Ó She
kissed the girl. Jackie flinched but let the womanÕs mouth take hers,
finally, the tongue intruding, Beverly bending her backward as she kissed
her. Between her legs Jackie insinuated a finger. The girlÕs thighs were
tight-pressed but she managed it somehow.
ÒDONÕT!Ó Jackie shouted into the womanÕs mouth. She wriggled as
she felt the womanÕs finger find and touch her spot. It rubbed her lightly.
Jackie swooned.
Beverly stood up. Jackie blushed. She bowed her head and bit her lip.
She scissored her thighs together ever more quickly, wishing, needing the
finger there which Beverly now withdrew. Beverly stepped to Elaine. The
blonde stood quietly, uncomplainingly, wriggling a little with her need to
pee but otherwise saying nothing. She was the opposite of Jackie. Quiet,
reserved, like a high-born girl, above the fray and the masses. Beverly
kissed her lips and the girl received the kiss, showing no emotion, save
the tensing of her bottom and the shifting of her knees as she continued to
feel the weight of her pee in her bladder. Beverly brushed a hand across
the girlÕs pubis, wedged her finger between the thighs a little. (No matter
how tight-pressed they were a space remained at their apex.) A kiss, a
sigh. Beverly withdrew.
ÒWhat sort of prize do we get if we win?Ó Jackie asked. Despite
trembling with her need to pee, she nonetheless asked for a prize. Beverly
smiled. Zanzibar was nowhere near the girlÕs mind.
Beverly turned, gazed at Master. It was a legitimate request, she
thought. Though they were loveslaves they might have a prize. She called
to Master. He listened, casually answered. Abigail was sitting on his lap
and her skirt was pulled up. Her panties ringed her knees. They were not
doing decent things together. Master called an answer. He did not say it
loudly for he seemed to be busy. His hips gave a brief, upward push.
Abigail bit her lip, gasped. The wind caught MasterÕs voice and the sound
did not quite reach BeverlyÕs ears.
ÒHe says you get a flea collar,Ó Beverly smiled.
ÒA flea collar?!Ó Jackie yelled.
ÒNevermind the prize. I have to pee,Ó Elaine scolded Jackie. She
seemed distressed at seeing her Master enjoying Abigail instead of
herself. She hoped perhaps to finish the race before Master did, to join
him in his chair and take him across the finish line herself.
Beverly took a small firing pistol from the waistband of her dress.
It had made her look rather like some Moll Flanders, the gun stuck jauntily
in her dress, pressing up against the side of her belly, and now she
checked it, turned it in her hands, and addressed the girls. ÒYou are both
to start running when I fire the gun. Not before, not after.Ó She glanced
at Jackie. ÒAnd also be sure to pay attention, so that you start running
when the gun goes off. DonÕt be glancing at Master or thinking about
Dennis and where heÕs going to put that big penis of his. DonÕt be thinking
about your bladders.Ó She lifted the gun into the air. She cast a sideways
glance at Master as a scream from Abigail was heard. He put his hands on
her hips and began bouncing her up and down in his lap. ÒIt is time,Ó
Beverly smiled. She fired the gun.
Both girls took off in a flash. They both had to pee quite badly and
they knew, even if they knew nothing else, that when the race was done
the winner, at least, would get to go inside and use the potty. With
flashing eager legs they dashed across the summer grass, under the bright
sunshine and the high, cirrus-like wisps of clouds that abraded the sky.
Their bare asses churned behind them, the smooth satiny white cheeks
working hard as their legs pumped. Their sneakers left prints in the
longish grass as they crossed it, following the border of the yard. They
had to dash out to the edge of MasterÕs property and then follow the back
yard all the way around. Dennis tore after them. His big sausage-like
cock bounced wildly out in front of him. His balls dandled underneath,
twin walnuts caught in a vulnerable sack that hung freely under his crotch.
All was displayed, all was denuded and caution was thrown to the wind. A
coach would have admonished Dennis not to run around without a jock
strap on, that the severe jerking and bouncing of his nude cock and balls
would cause them injury. But he was too excited and too young to care. He
chased the girls with an evil grin on his face and was glad to be naked.
Elaine and Jackie ran like bunnies fleeing the hunter. Their white
tailed bottoms invited attack and Dennis struck at them with the whip.
Elaine howled, her composure broken. A red print appeared across her bare
ass and tears almost burst from her eyes. She bit her lip and somehow
held them back. Jackie hoped to outrun Dennis, but her knees were not
kept high like they should be and he gave her a thumping slash across her
heiney.
ÒOoooh! DonÕt DO that!Ó Jackie wailed. She wanted to reach back and
clutch at her bottom but her hands were tied up high behind her neck and
she could do nothing but run. Dennis gave her another swat. Tears wet her
face and she suddenly began peeing.
ÒWhat?!Ó Dennis proclaimed. He glanced back at Beverly and pointed
at the disobedient girl.
ÒIÕm watering the grass!Ó Jackie yelped. Dennis gave her another
swat with the whip. She ran faster, the pee trailed out behind her like an
airliner releasing its waste into the upper atmosphere.
Through tulips and beds of lilies the girls ran, past vermilion zinnias
and through bushy goldenrod that brushed up against their legs. They ran
round a big oak tree, Dennis pausing to swat their bottoms as they came
round past him; then they ran on under the consoling branches of a droopy
willow tree and across a little wooden bridge that passed over a
decorative man-made brook. They zoomed past a bird bath, forgetting
completely to keep their feet high as Dennis kept striking their bottoms.
A red robin, its bath interrupted, took wing and fled to the trees.
A the stream emptied into a reflecting pool. On other days the girls
might have laid in the long soft grass and admired their faces and their
bodies in it but now they ran past it lickety-split, their red bottoms
mirrored in its still water as they passed. They ran to a lilac bush and
then went around it, Dennis catching them on their bottoms again as they
made the required circumnavigation of it. Then it was on to another tree,
an evergreen, and they ran round its prickly branches, catching their legs
in the tips of its lowest branches as they circled it, trying to avoid Dennis
and his whip.
At last both girls, having made the complete circuit of the yard,
raced for the finish line. Their bosoms bounced like gourds in a runaway
cart as each strove to outpace the other. In the distance, AbigailÕs cries
could be heard, as Master humped her from behind on his lap.
Jackie sped ahead of Elaine. The blonde realized her friendÕs
emptied bladder gave her an advantage. With a sudden brave resolve,
Elaine decided to pee. As she ran, a stream suddenly burst from between
her legs. Dennis was close behind and he yelled in dismay as he suddenly
found himself, once again, dashing through pee-wettened grass. He flung
the lash across ElaineÕs ass. She shouted, the whip seemed to serve as a
spur. Suddenly, still peeing, she raced ahead of Jackie. The brunette ran
even faster, her legs pumping hard, but she couldnÕt catch Elaine and the
blonde beat her over the finish line by a half-second. BeverlyÕs body
served as the start line as well as the finish line and she smiled at both
girls as they crossed in front of her.
Elaine and Jackie panted. Their chests heaved. Their nipples stood
hard on their round bosoms. Their bottoms were a mass of red marks on
white flesh. Their hands remained caught up behind their necks. They
struggled to try to break their hands free of the backs of their collars but
it was no use, and they were forced to waggle their punished bottoms in
the cool air. Dennis grinned. He wished to hit them some more but Beverly
forbade it.
Master finished with Abigail. He set her down on her feet and the
girl straightened her dress and awkwardly pulled up her panties. She
brought a flask of wine to the girls. Elaine and then Jackie were made to
open their mouths to the nozzle of the flask. Each received a cooling
squirt of wine between their lips. Beverly asked for wine, opened her
mouth, Jackie gave her a draught. Dennis took the flask from Abigail and
put the nozzle to his lips and squeezed long squirts of the liquor into his
mouth. Then he turned what was left on Elaine and Jackie. He sent them
running across the yard, toward the house, squirting red wine all over
their bodies.
Master realized, with the wisdom of his age, that it was
counterproductive to his interests to let such a randy young lad as Dennis
get all worked up and then to deny him. He nodded at Dennis as the girls
reached the door of the house. Dennis smiled.
Elaine and Jackie ran upstairs to their bedroom. Both girls jumped
on their bed and quickly turned about to defend themselves. But Elaine
only presented claws, her sharp fingernails, and Dennis, seeing them, only
laughed. Jackie grabbed a teddy bear from the nightstand beside the bed
and she held it up in front of her, as if it might, somehow, be transformed
into a real bear and its smiling bear face, gazing out at Dennis, would eat
him. She gave a growl, hiding behind the bear. Dennis wasnÕt fooled and
the bear remained pleasantly fuzzy.
All afternoon the screams of the girls could be heard through the
open window of their bedroom as Dennis balled them in every way
imaginable.
Elaine was not, however, fucked in her ass, and the next evening,
sitting on MasterÕs lap as he smoked his pipe and the fire burned high in
the fireplace, she confided to him, whispering in his ear, that her bottom
was still virgin.
MasterÕs face showed surprise. He leaned back a little, regarded
Elaine. Her long hair was pinned loosely up. Blonde strands of it hung
down past her ears and past the cheeks of her face. She was nude. Her
skin was soft and she had just bathed. Her bottom was white again It
was settled neatly into MasterÕs lap and she wriggled it a bit as she told
him of her virginity. Master wore a suit and tie. He liked going to swing
clubs and resurrecting the old rituals, the man as Master of his house, the
females in it as wives, or pets, or happy girlfriends. He moved his legs
apart a little and Jackie, leaning up against his legs, was forced to adjust
her posture. She was playing idly with jacks on the hardwood floor at his
feet. Her ball bounced away from her. Beverly leaned forward in her
chair, caught it as it bounced past, tossed it back. Abigail served them
wine, topless in her maidÕs uniform. Beverly was topless, wearing a knee-
length skirt. Jackie was nude like Beverly. Dennis knelt by the fire. He
was stabbing it vigorously with an iron poker. He liked seeing the sparks
fly up. He adjusted the logs in the fire to make them assume different
architectural poses. He was naked, his bare ass sticking out behind him.
He had a stiff erection between his thighs but heÕd smoked pot all
afternoon in the barn, by himself, and was pleasantly docile and happy
despite his erection. Master was irritated, at first, when he discovered
that Dennis had been smoking. The boy had not brought pot around on his
workdays before and, worse, today was not a work day for him, but heÕd
come anyway. God knows why he decided to spend all afternoon getting
high in the barn. Now he was naked in MasterÕs house, delighting the girls
with the sight of his cock. Master wasnÕt sure what to do with him.
The girls loved Master more than ever. He was becoming like a
father to them, it seemed, for he was extremely sensitive to their needs,
like a perfect lover would be, yet he provided for them at a level few
lovers could hope to match. Whatever they wished, he allowed it, and they
both now wore expensive jeweled collars around their necks to show them
he was willing to splurge on them even for high-ticket items. At the same
time that he indulged them, there was a frightening side to him. He was
tall and strong and he had, he admitted, perverse tastes. But after being
punished in the white-tiled room the girls had felt exhilerated. And after
running in the yard, peeing all over the place, their punishment had been to
suffer under the virile assult of Dennis, a not entirely disagreeable
outcome. So now Elaine whispered to Master that her bottom was still
virgin, and Jackie, playing at his feet, waited for whatever might happen.
They were carefree and they both felt deliciously unfettered, despite
wearing jewelled collars that were locked around their necks that they
could not remove.
ÒWe must remedy this situation,Ó Master said to Elaine.
ÒI was hoping, well, that youÕd think of something,Ó Elaine said with
a small, half-worried giggle. ÒI helped Jackie with hers but I donÕt want
her helping me with mine. SheÕs too little. She wouldnÕt do it right.Ó
ÒThanks a lot,Ó Jackie piped up from MasterÕs feet. But she
continued playing jacks, listening to them talk. Unknown to Master Dennis
had slipped her a joint and sheÕd gotten a buzz sitting in an upstairs
bathroom, by herself, taking a bath and smoking her joint amidst the
bubbles. Beverly had caught her but said nothing, left her unpunished and
had not told Master. Elaine had complained later that the bathroom
smelled like a strange weed but sheÕd never smoked pot, despite all her
other adventures, and she couldnÕt place the smell. SheÕd been scared
straight by DARE in the fourth grade and sheÕd always stayed away from
drugs. Unfortunately her elementary school hadnÕt offered an anti-bondage
program, and so sheÕd gotten herself into that, and now sat waiting for
Master to decide how to perversely relieve her of her anal virginity.
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