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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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TORRID TWEENS
Chapter Seven
ÒI do not think I want to go,Ó Brittney said, as Elgina helped her into
a pair of panties. They were KiriÕs panties. Elgina had had to take a
needle and thread to them and scissors, and cut them and resew them to a
smaller size to fit BrittneyÕs still-childish hips.
ÒShush. It is necessary,Ó Elgina told the girl.
ÒYou must be trained,Ó Kiri said, dressing herself in her own clothes.
Samuel still stuck out hard as a bone, despite putting his pants on. His
penis stuck out through his fly.
ÒI donÕt wanna be trained,Ó Brittney said. She let Elgina zipper her
into an altered skirt; one of KiriÕs.
ÒThere is a benefit to doing it, dear,Ó Elgina said to the young girl.
ÒYou have rare beauty and potential. If you go through with it it will put
you on quite a high level. You could spend much of the rest of your life
having quite whatever you wish for.Ó
ÒWeally?Ó Brittney asked, her voice quivering a little. The
excitement of their mysterious journey welled up yet once more within
her. Ever since the phone conversation sheÕd been wet with herself; before
it, even. She longed to touch herself now, and regretted the panties, which
wettened immediately upon being pressed up to her cunt. The soft clinging
gusset of them was nice, but it prevented somewhat her own half-seeking
fingers, which waving about in the air expectantly, wishing they could
touch herself as Kiri had made bold to do with her own self.
ÒBe good,Ó Elgina said. She paused and lightly slapped BrittneyÕs
right hand, which had dropped to her skirt and was lifting the hem. Then
she fitted a white bra, again one of KiriÕs bras, to BrittneyÕs tits. The
girlÕs nipples were hard. She felt the soft impressing cups. She sighed.
The bra had not needed to be altered; Brittney was as big in the chest as
Kiri was, despite four years of difference in age between them. ÒMy, such
big boobies,Ó Elgina tutted.
ÒYes IÕm quite jealous,Ó Kiri, dressing behind Brittney, said. Her
voice was smooth, cool. She was eager for more fun but she had taken the
edge off herself, that first biting edge that makes things so tense, by
masturbating on the floor while her finger was still up BrittneyÕs bottom.
ÒI donÕt wanna bra,Ó Brittney sighed, as Elgina reached back around
behind her and hooked the clasp.
ÒHow am I supposed to drive with a fucking hard on?Ó Samuel asked.
He pulled on a shirt, a collared one this time, the fabric stretching across
his chest and shaping itself to his shoulders.
ÒYouÕll manage,Ó Elgina said.
ÒI should whack him off or something,Ó Kiri said dolefully, pitying
her boyfriendÕs big erection. ÒDoes it hurt?Ó she asked Samuel.
ÒBeing hard always hurts... a little. Especially when youÕre this
fucking hard,Ó Samuel said. He gave a jab in the air with his dick.
ÒOook! DonÕt put that in my mouth again!Ó Brittney warned, though
she had Elgina between herself and the man.
ÒThatÕs another thing she needs to learn. How to take cock,Ó Kiri
said.
ÒMy bottomÕs sore,Ó Brittney whined. She gave a little jig with her
hips as Elgina reached for one of KiriÕs blouse, which she had already laid
out for her.
ÒDarling,Ó Elgina said. She made Brittney lift her arms and pulled
KiriÕs blouse down over BrittneyÕs head. ÒWe must clarify something
between us. ÒWhere we are going, there will be challenges. For us all, I
suppose,Ó Elgina said. ÒYou have not tasted the half of what is available
in the world, despite riding the see-saw, or the prank Janice and I played
on you and Clarissa. Or your little sight-seeing tour of SamuelÕs dungeon,
for that matter. Where we are going there will be certain feelings. Some
of them good, some of them bad. You must trust me that it will all work
out well for you, indeed for all of us.Ó She took Brittney by her arms and,
stilling their motion, for the girl still wished secretly to frig herself,
asked, ÒDo you think you can do that?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Brittney said, her fingers curling when her arms could not
move, desiring in ever greater degrees to plunge her hands into her twat.
Brittney shivered. ÒItÕs scary, though.Ó
ÒOf course itÕs scary,Ó Elgina said.
ÒDamn! I managed to get my zipper closed!Ó Samuel suddenly crowed.
They all looked at him. Despite an enormous bulge that threatened to
burst his pants, he had indeed managed to stuff his erection in past his fly
and pull up the tab.
ÒLetÕs go,Ó Elgina said. ÒI have a feeling that pair of pants may
burst before we get there. Or whatÕs inside might.Ó
They drove to the estate. Kiri read a map to see that they didnÕt get
lost on the way. Elgina and Brittney sat squeezed between the two lovers
in the truck. Elgina made sure Brittney kept her hands in her lap, and not
under her skirt.
From a distance, overgrown weeds and wild wheat from a
neighboring farmerÕs field could be seen lining a high stone wall. When
they got up close alongside the wall, following a road that ran along it,
they could sense nothing of what was inside. The wall blocked everything,
and they had to follow it until they came to a gate. It was an old rusty
iron gate. It was shut and locked. Elgina took her phone out of her purse
and called Ellen.
A few minutes later a man appeared on the other side of the gate. He
walked slowly toward it, along a dirt trail, past the weeds and wild
grasses growing inside the wall. Still the view, even through the gate,
was frustrating: a line of trees in the distance blocked any view of a
house. The man unlocked the gate. He waved through SamuelÕs truck. Then
as soon as Samuel was inside he began closing the gate again. Watching
the man through his rear view mirror, Samuel drove up the dirt trail
toward the trees. He might have stopped his truck, spoken to the man, but
the man was a short Mexican man, with ruddy sunblazoned brown skin,
wearing old overalls and a straw hat. Samuel doubted the man spoke
English.
The trees seemed to part, as if by magic, as Samuel grew close to
them. A twist in the road showed an opening. The road proceeded through
them. A stone building could be seen in the distance. Steven drove toward
it. When he got near he saw other cars, in a dirt parking lot. Jaguars, a
Rolls Royce, a Bentley. Samuel glanced at Elgina. No wonder they hadnÕt
been invited before. ElginaÕs friends were rich; but not this rich.
Feeling a bit intimidated in his common manÕs truck, however
powerfully-built it might be, Samuel parked. Kiri opened the door and
jumped down. Brittney and Elgina followed, Samuel coming around to the
other side of the truck in time to help Brittney down personally, since the
girl, despite her inner excitement, had grown sheepish.
ÒPwease,Ó Brittney said, struggling a bit as Elgina, behind the girl,
urged her down from the cab.
ÒBe good and obey,Ó Elgina said. Samuel took the girlÕs hand.
ÒYou are the guest of honor,Ó Samuel said reassuringly to the girl.
At the corner of the stone building a door opened. A woman appeared. She
walked smartly toward them. Her hair was blonde. It flowed freely in the
light breeze that rustled the trees lining the dirt parking lot. She wore a
riding jacket, a short riding dress, black boots shod her legs to the knees.
Her hands were gloved; in one hand she held a riding crop.
Elgina, sexily dressed in her business-wear, greeted the woman.
ÒAre you Ellen?Ó
ÒNo, IÕm Hanna,Ó the blonde answered. She looked them over, pausing
to notice the bulge in SamuelÕs pants. ÒI see you have come prepared,Ó
Hanna said. ÒPlease, come with me. YouÕll find Ellen inside.Ó
As they approached the stone building, Samuel, who was walking
rather awkwardly owing to the stiffness in his pants, said,
ÒIÕm sure itÕs a nice place but it doesnÕt look like much of a house.Ó
ÒOh, itÕs not a house,Ó Hanna answered. ÒThe house is further back.
Beyond another thin row of trees. This is the school house. It used to be
prison.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Samuel answered. He gulped. Brittney echoed the sound, and
an anxious look came over KiriÕs face, as it did the faces of the others,
except for Elgina, who remained calm.
ÒIÕm sure it is excellent for entertaining,Ó Elgina said to Hanna. The
blonde brought them to the door at the corner of the building.
ÒWe do not do much entertaining here,Ó Hanna said matter-of-factly.
Following the blonde womanÕs motioning hand, they stepped through
the doorway. It was dim inside the building, much dimmer than the bright
sunlit parking lot outside. The woman made them go through first, then
followed, shutting and locking the door behind them. They went down a
hall. It was lit by a few candles, mounted on the walls. Brittney clutched
at ElginaÕs hand. The curly-haired blonde murmured words of
encouragement to the girl.
ÒNow, now, dear. It will be alright,Ó Elgina said, and Kiri, walking
with Samuel, and reaching for his hand, hoped it would be.
They entered what looked like a parlor. A woman sat at a table. It
was a round wooden table, as if for eating, but the table was bare, except
for a piece of paper on it, and she was busily writing on the paper as they
entered. After they had stood awkwardly for a moment, Hanna coming in
behind them, they were seated. Hanna did it, offering them chairs. The
woman at the table, a beautiful redhead with long flowing waist-length
red hair, swept up in back into a small bun but otherwise hanging free,
kept on writing. Samuel noted with approval that the woman had a
substantially sized bust; it seemed to press at the low cut front of her
gown, which hugged her body tightly. Samuel saw that the woman was in
terrific shape; despite being clearly over 30 she had a slender figure,
under her well-fatted bust, and her hips showed no more fat than a man
would want to see on a well-developed womanly figure. Her legs appeared
to be long; Samuel guessed they were as trim as her waistline and arms
were.
Except for her bustline, which was most revealing, showing her
breasts almost to the tops of her nipples, the woman was completely
clothed. Her arms were clad in tight-fitting cloth, right down to the
wrists, where a white ruffled flourish showed that she wore a second
gown beneath her outer one, this one also sleeved and hugging her tight.
At her ankles the white ruffle showed again, again it was, Samuel
guessed, the modest inner gown. The bulging of her bosoms showed that
although she had skipped wearing a bra a corset must be holding her
tightly around the middle; but for show only, Samuel reasoned, his eyes
again darting to her arms. She had model-thin arms, even with the
double-sleeved gown.
The woman looked up. She regarded the foursome before her, along
with Hanna.
ÒHello. I am Ellen,Ó the red-haired woman said. ÒElgina will address
me as Ellen. The rest of you must earn the privilege,Ó Ellen said. She
glanced, seemingly for approval, at Elgina. Instinctively she guessed the
business-clad woman must be the one she had spoken to on the phone.
Mutely Elgina answered,
ÒThank you.Ó
ÒIt is a favor, granted to a fellow mistress,Ó Ellen said. ÒYou will
also be permitted to remain clothed. Indeed I recommend it. In order to
maintain a certain decorum.Ó
ÒIf you wish,Ó Elgina said, her voice soft and almost whisper-like.
ÒAs for the rest of you,Ó Ellen said, ÒI will not mince words. It is
best to settle matters right up front, while things are still undecided, as
it were. This is a place of physical exertion. Much is demanded and the
rewards are substantial for those who choose to stay. But owing to the
physicality of our explorations here, clothing is quite out of the question.
A costume perhaps, now and then, might be permitted, but such things will
be designed completely for the stimulation of those present, for their
physical stimulation, I mean, so even then one cannot expect any privacy
of the body in such matters. However the lack of clothing does not mean
we will all simply be wild and free. There will be rules, and indeed strict
gradations of rank, based on gender, age, and experience. Within our little
commune orders must be obeyed to the letter. My mother lived through the
1960Õs and indeed barely survived it; drugs, free love, and indeed violence
took their toll. Here I have created a world that benefits from the ideals
of the 1960Õs, without the excessive permissiveness that marked that
decade. Within our world, thanks to our rules, there is greater physical
enrichment, more nourishing forms of experience, and yet a more
boundless exploration, sans drugs, using the natural substances that the
body itself produces. I am speaking, of course, not only of pleasure, but
also of pain. But not the pain of random violence, as my mother was
subjected to. No, here everything is measured and controlled. And as a
result the body can be pushed much further. Much, much further, as you
will see if you stay.Ó She looked at the four, but especially at Samuel and
Kiri and Brittney, who now sat trembling before her, their previous sexual
excitement now all but forgotten. ÒDo you agree to place yourselves in my
hands for the purpose of joining our society here?Ó Elgina asked.
ÒI-- Sure I guess so,Ó Samuel said, for his groin, despite his
newfound fears, was still a torment to him.
ÒI-- Yes, if Samuel will,Ó Kiri said. She flashed a quick glance at
her lover. There was anxiousness in her eyes.
ÒI do not--Ó Brittney said. She paused. Her fingers played upon her
thighs with the hem of her skirt.
ÒYou do not what?Ó Ellen asked.
ÒI do not know--Ó Brittney said, and lifted her skirt a little, perhaps
unconsciously, for she was not only frightened now, she was also still
buzzing with woeful tanginess in her clitty.
ÒIs this the youngster?Ó Ellen asked Elgina.
ÒYes. This is the girl I spoke of,Ó Elgina said. ÒSheÕs new to such
things. And only 13.Ó Ellen waved her hand dismissively.
ÒI was 12 when I lost my virginity,Ó Ellen said. She stood up. She
advanced to Brittney. And then, just as she was towering over the girl,
staring down at her, nearly frightening Brittney out of her wits, she
suddenly knelt down on the floor before her. Playfully, now at eye level
with the seated girl, she said, ÒAll you need do dear is say yes or no. I
will handle the rest.Ó Her voice was suddenly so soothing, so rich with
understanding, that Brittney suddenly blurted,
ÒYes.Ó
ÒVery good,Ó Ellen said.
ÒThank God,Ó Samuel said. He shifted, and Kiri giggled, knowing
what he was thinking: that he would have had to drive all the way back
home with his erection if Brittney had refused.
ÒThere is a room just down the hall where you three may undress,Ó
Ellen said. ÒHanna will accompany you. You will obey her in all things.
Elgina, dear, if you will please remain behind with me.Ó
ÒYes. Of course,Ó Elgina said, her voice smooth and nonchalant.
Hanna rose. Gesturing with her riding crop, she led Samuel and Kiri from
the parlor. Brittney walked between them, holding hands with each of
them. Hanna closed the parlor door behind them. It was a big thick
wooden door and when it had been closed, and a key turned in the lock,
Hanna doing it, Elgina looked expectantly at Ellen.
ÒYou will kindly come to the table and bend over it,Ó Ellen said. She
took a cushion from the couch where Samuel and Kiri and Brittney had been
sitting, Elgina beside them, and tossed it up on the table.
ÒI--Ó Elgina said.
ÒPlease. Do as you are told,Ó Ellen ordered. Her voice remain soft
and as pleasant as when she had spoken to Brittney, kneeling before her,
but she went to a cabinet in her parlor and drew forth a cane.
ÒI had not--Ó Elgina said, rising and walking with slurring steps
across the roomÕs thick carpet to the table. It was only a few short steps
and when she reached it she put her hands down on the pillow, keeping,
however, her back straight.
ÒBend over,Ó Ellen said. She whisked the cane through the air, as if
testing it.
ÒI did not--Ó
ÒYou will remain clothed, as I said, but your bottom must be
introduced to our manner of doing things here,Ó Ellen said. ÒReally, Elgina,
I did not expect such resistance from you. Bend over and rest your elbows
on the pillow before I must speak harshly to you.Ó Elgina obeyed. Ellen
lifted her business skirt from behind. She exposed the womanÕs pantied
bottom. Elgina was wearing sheer black panties and Ellen took hair pins
from her bun and pinned up the back of ElginaÕs dress. ÒMy, you have a nice
ass,Ó Ellen said. ÒNice choice of panties too.Ó She reached between the
womanÕs legs. She grabbed ElginaÕs panties by the gusset. ÒHmmm. YouÕve
wet yourself,Ó Ellen said. Familiarly she touched the womanÕs cunny
through the thin black gusset. Then she pulled ElginaÕs panties down to
the middle of her thighs. She stepped back, leaving Elgina to stand
shiveringly with her bottom bared over the table. ÒI will go for simple
clear red marks this time,Ó Ellen said to Elgina. ÒNo welts, no bruises. No
blood or battle scars. No double hits in the same place as Hanna likes to
give. I trust you do not need a gag for your teeth?Ó
ÒN- No,Ó Elgina said, quivering all the way from her toes to her
bottom now, for she had not had such treatment in a long time. Her cheeks
instinctively huddled more closely. Ellen noted her bottomÕs reaction.
ÒYou may squeeze yourself as tight as you like but you must keep
your seat well-presented,Ó Ellen told the woman. ÒJut it out at me.
Receive. Accept. But not within. That will come later. This is simply to
ensure that you are not too comfortable at dinner. Certainly not more so
than your nude charges.Ó Ellen raised the cane. Elgina obligingly offered
her bottom more fully, despite her clenching cheeks, as if she might be
fucked by the woman, rather than hit by her. A moment later the cane
came whizzing down. All illusions were shattered as the sound of the
cane striking ElginaÕs rump resounded through the closed room.
ÒEEEE-YAAAAA!Ó Elgina shouted, at the sting, so unfamiliar after
years of playing mistress.
ÒYou should control your voice better. It is not seemly,Ó Ellen said,
and gave her another, lower down, across the very summit of her rearward
thrusting behind.
ÒMffffff!Ó Elgina gasped, biting her lip to silence her cry.
ÒBetter,Ó Ellen said, and quickly followed with a third, down upon
the fleshy underside of ElginaÕs bottom, where the tight cheeks creased
against her thighs.
ÒOoooh!Ó Elgina said.
ÒThree more, inbetween the first three,Ó Ellen said.
ÒNO!Ó Elgina bleated, but the strokes followed in quick succession,
and the woman was left bending over the table with her hips grinding, her
bottom burning, an awful profusion of six red lines now marking her
otherwise white flawless seat. Ellen replaced the cane in the cabinet.
She went to the parlor door and unlocked it and opened it. She glanced
back at Elgina, still poised over the table, her panties tight around her
thighs, her bottom brazen. ÒPull up your undies and unpin your dress,Ó
Ellen told her. ÒYou look like a cheap whore.Ó Just then the Mexican man
appeared, the one who had opened the gate for them. He managed to peer
past Ellen, into the room. He let out a chuckle. ÒThis is Elgina, Lucas,Ó
Ellen said. ÒShe is a woman from the city. She has come to stay with us.
If she asks for cream for her behind, there is some in that small deal table
there. In the drawer.Ó
ÒI have cream!Ó Lucas said, and made an offer to unzip himself.
ÒNot unless she asks, Lucas. She is a cultivated lady. She might not
be open to offers from rural workhands.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Lucas said. He grinned at Elgina. ÒYou meet Mr. Cane,
eh? He do good work on your ass.Ó
Meanwhile in a bare stone room, Samuel and Kiri and Brittney
undressed for Hanna. They did it with a kind of bashful eagerness; Samuel
was desperate to release his cock, Kiri buzzed with renewed excitement
over her strange surroundings, Brittney, though the shyest of the three,
admired HannaÕs riding outfit and wondered if she might have occasion to
try it on.
ÒDo you have horses here?Ó Brittney asked hopefully, gazing at
HannaÕs bright-polished boots and trim jacket and skirt. The cloth of the
womanÕs uniform was grey. She looked as if she might be about to join
Rhett Butler for an evening on horseback.
ÒWe could,Ó Hanna replied. ÒWould you like that?Ó
ÒOh yes very much so,Ó Brittney said. She pulled off KiriÕs bra,
freeing her breasts, watching with pride as Hanna gazed with wonderment
at how large, on her childish frame, her tits were. In a bra and behind a
blouse was one thing; in the raw, utter whiteness of jiggling flesh, capped
with pink youthful nipples, growing hard now under her gaze, they were
quite another.
ÒYou have nice tits,Ó Hanna said, a note of sheepishness in her voice.
ÒMine are just as big but of course IÕm four years older,Ó Kiri said,
slightly jealously. Hanna realized that despite her own proud carriage she
possessed the smallest tits of the the three women present. A frown
crossed her face and she whisked her riding crop against her leg, bare
from the knee up but booted below. There was a sound of leather smacking
leather as the cropÕs tip hit her boot.
ÒThey will make fine targets,Ó Hanna said. Brittney gulped. She
wasnÕt sure if the woman was kidding or not, and wondered if she should
put her, or rather KiriÕs bra back on. But Kiri forced a laugh and took her
bra from the girl. She was eager to try out the objects in the room and did
not want any more misgivings from Brittney holding things back.
For despite their own dungeon, there were some new toys here: in
this room, which was intriguingly without any comfort whatever there
was, first of all, and quite conspicuously, in one corner, a toilet. It was a
white porcelain one, the old-fashioned kind, with the tank suspended on
the wall above the toilet and a pull-chain hanging down to flush it. But
despite their initial surprise at seeing it, the toilet was not the sign that
they were lodged in a bathroom, for there were other devices as well, all
of which demanded a lack of clothing to be explored. There was a wooden
stool, but one on which a person would have grave difficulty sitting, owing
to a rude red rubber phallus sticking up from the stoolÕs center. Next to
the stool, but not next to the toilet, which was some distance from it,
there was, lying on the floor, on its side, a roll of toilet paper. A bottle of
lubricant standing on the floor beside the toilet paper made clear the
intent of the paper; it was for wiping after being placed on the stool, not
the toilet, for anyone sitting on the toilet would not be able to reach the
roll where it was lying. Of course, with assistance, anything was
possible, but it was curious nonetheless to find the room as it was, with
the toilet paper so close to the stool and so far from the toilet. In
addition there was no roller next to the toilet, where the paper might have
been hung. It was as if a person seated on the toilet was intended to be
left to fend for themselves, while the roll was reserved for whoever was
unfortunate enough to find themselves placed on the stool. Straps hung
from the legs of the stool, useful for anchoring recalcitrant feet. Directly
above the stool hung a pair of iron wrist cuffs, dangling down from the
ceiling unlocked, with a key lying on the floor next to the grease bottle.
A block of wood was in the center of the room. Straps hung from it
as well, hooked to the base at the blockÕs four corners. A leather bit lay
on one side of the block. Behind it, on the other side, standing upright on
the floor was a plastic squirt tube. It was a big tube, and it appeared to
be half-filled with a white soapy fluid. Lying carelessly on the floor next
to it was a simple rod of birch, freshly cut, newgrown little buds still
peppering the rod along its entire length. But the most intriguing thing of
all, and the scariest, was what was at the back of the room. Despite its
sealed off privacy, completely encasing the four of them in thick stone
walls, there was a camera on a tripod at the back of the room. It stood
there all by itself, plugged into a socket in the wall, a red light glowing
atop it. Were they being filmed? Samuel and Kiri and Brittney cast
nervous glances back at the camera. It was intoxicating, seeing it staring
balefully at them, the lens black and unmoving. Were they being watched
or were they free to make a movie, if they chose, of each other? And of
each other doing what? Even Samuel and Kiri, in the privacy of their
home, had not yet thought of taking a camera downstairs to their little
dungeon. Now they had one at their disposal, perhaps, if they wished. Kiri
giggled at the thought of filming little Brittney on the toilet.
They finished undressing. Hanna told them to give her their clothes
and they did, reluctantly. Then, to their surprise and also to their relief,
she left. The three of them found themselves staring at each other in the
silent room, alone again at last. Samuel checked the door. It was locked.
ÒWh- what do you want to do?Ó Brittney asked, sheepishly. She
covered her breasts with her hands, aware of the camera, and then quickly
unbared one breast to cover her pussy.
ÒNot that, I donÕt think,Ó Kiri said. But she herself clapped her hands
to her bare bottom, for her back was to the camera and she could feel its
lens trained on her. Only Samuel, his penis sticking out grandly, didnÕt
seem to mind the device.
ÒI am great. Let them watch if they wish. Whoever they are,Ó
Samuel said.
ÒShall we have sex, darling?Ó Kiri asked her lover. Gently she
reached for his penis. He let her take it in her small hand. He was much
too large for her grip, of course, extending out the front and back of her
small fist like a big ripe banana. Kiri knew what Samuel had suffered to
bring them here to this place and she smiled and gently massaged his big
prick. Brittney touched herself in her own slit and gave a sigh of relief.
Then, on a sudden impulse, she said,
ÒI want to film you guys!Ó She extracted her fingertips from her
pussy. She rushed to the camera. She found it working, was able to look
through it, and she playfully zoomed in on KiriÕs hand, holding SamuelÕs big
prong. ÒDo it! Make him cum!Ó Brittney said with girlish glee. Kiri smiled
at her friend behind the camera and rubbed Samuel more briskly with her
soft hand. The man, his hardness quivering, groaned. Kiri, who had already
taken the bite out of her own desire earlier in the day, though she still
longed for additional spendings, said,
ÒLetÕs not do what would come so easily. LetÕs not just have sex or
make ourselves cum. LetÕs torture each other-- just a little I mean-- and
film it!Ó To her surprise Brittney did not immediately refuse. Instead she
zoomed in on KiriÕs tits and said,
ÒYou guys go first!Ó Suddenly there was a sound of the door being
unlocked. A moment later it opened. Of course the three stopped
everything, Kiri letting go of SamuelÕs penis, Brittney, who had once again
pressed a fingertip into her pussy, extracting the digit to cover her cunt
with her hand. It was the Mexican man, the one who had opened the gate
for them. He wheeled in a television set on a cart. It was a big set, and
wordlessly he took it to the back of the room. He plugged it into a socket
in the back wall and turned it on. The camera immediately fed a picture to
the T.V. KiriÕs breasts appeared, and the girl shouted to Brittney, who
still had one hand on the camera,
ÒOh! Stop shooting my tits!Ó
ÒSowwy,Ó Brittney, shivering with interrupted lust, said. She
altered the cameraÕs aim and SamuelÕs penis came onto the T.V.
The Mexican left the room. As he closed the door Kiri called out to
him, ÒHey! Are we being filmed?Ó but he said nothing, locking the cell
door behind him.
ÒWeÕre not being filmed. WeÕre DOING the filming,Ó Brittney said.
Again she aimed the camera and KiriÕs pussy appeared on the T.V.
Bashfully the girl turned, but the change only served to put her bottom on
T.V.
ÒCan we turn that thing off?Ó Kiri asked.
ÒNo. I like it. Get another shot of my cock,Ó Samuel said. Brittney
obliged, adjusting the camera. She zoomed in on his pee-hole. Cum was
leaking from it. The girl, wet between her own legs, fingered herself
again.
ÒOh! Oh!Ó Brittney gasped.
ÒYouÕre getting too excited, dear. And itÕs your own fault,Ó Kiri said
to Brittney. She got up. She went to the girl. She led her to Samuel and
said, ÒPut her over the block. Six strokes for masturbating!Ó
ÒNO!Ó Brittney cried. But she was no match for Samuel. She
wrestled her to the block and got her down over it, jamming the bit into
her mouth when he had applied the straps affixed to the block to her limbs.
The girl lay quivering over the wood, her bottom well-presented, Samuel
admiring it as he picked up the birch branch that was lying on the floor.
ÒHow many did you say to give her?Ó Samuel asked Kiri.
ÒSix,Ó Kiri said. She zoomed in on the girlÕs quivering, clenching
behind. It was a lovely white color. Moisture from KiriÕs earlier
exploration of it with her finger, at their house, gleamed in a certain
particular spot, oozing out from it, from BrittneyÕs bottom crack. The oil
marked the place in BrittneyÕs tight-bunched behind where her bottom hole
hid. ÒAnd then fuck her up the ass,Ó Kiri said. ÒUse your cock or if you
wonÕt fit use that plastic squirt thing. Fill her bottom with whateverÕs in
it-- it looks like soap.Ó
ÒNOOOOK!Ó Brittney yelled, at the top of her lungs, but the bit
stuffed into her mouth, and tied round the back of her head, prevented her
from saying it very loudly.
Samuel drew back the switch. He swung it in, striking the well-
presented tight little spheres. Brittney howled. It was her first blow!
The pain was unbearably greater than sheÕd imagined, the stiff yet flexible
stick scoring her pert round bottom. The girlÕs cheeks contracted, a white
line appearing on her behind as the did so. It quickly turned red as her
cheeks rebounded.
ÒAgain!Ó Kiri cried, getting a close-up with the camera of BrittneyÕs
new wound. Her ass appeared on the T.V., brazenly jutting, the red line
cutting across it.
Samuel delivered another stroke. Again Brittney howled, bucked, the
gag silencing her, a second red line appearing, below the first, on her still
mostly white bottom. He gave her a third. She strained in her straps,
tears appeared in her eyes. But Kiri did not show them. She kept the
camera trained right on her little ass!
Strokes four and five were harder, making Brittney break into sobs.
And then came the sixth. Samuel couldnÕt help himself. He wanted it to be
a stroke Brittney would remember. To assist her in this he swung with
showmanlike vigor. The girlÕs eyes nearly popped from her head as she
felt the blow. It struck her right down where her cheeks met her thighs,
lifting her as it hit her, scoring the rubbery sensitive skin, making it
tighten with unbearable anguish, which increased her agony in the places
where her bottom had already been marked.
ÒBravo!Ó Kiri cried from behind the camera. She had felt such a
wicked blow more than once from Samuel in their month together. It
always welted and took at least a half-week to subside. It was a stroke
which, if given with much greater severity, would surely draw blood. Kiri
had yet to taste such an awful event herself, but knew Samuel was
counting the days to when he might give her such a treat. It was awful, it
was wonderful, like having oneÕs hymen torn and becoming a woman. A
bottom bleeding, just one stroke, though more could be given, and Brittney
was already well on the path to it! Kiri clapped for the girl. Brittney was
not amused; she cried openly, her breath coming in gulping gasps over her
bit, though her nostrils, her arms and legs straining at the bonds that held
her, her ass squeezing and unsqueezing in all its naked glory.
Shortly afterward, before they had any further chance to explore it,
they were released from the cell. Ellen came for them. She was dressed
as before, in her long gown that covered her from her neck to her wrists to
her ankles. Samuel was still hard, he had had only time to release
Brittney from the block, which Kiri had been busy filming.
ÒWe will meet the other guests now,Ó Ellen said. They were taken
from the cell and down a hall. Brittney sobbed, walking in confusion
between Samuel and Kiri, rubbing her tender behind (quite lightly) as she
went, her naked boobs bobbing in front of her, KiriÕs own tits wobbling
excitedly, Samuel feeling the length of his cock quiver erectly up and
down in time with his stride. They went into a room where there were
men, six of them, dressed in suits. There were six women also, well-
clothed in designer outfits. Samuel and Kiri and Brittney blushed. But
Samuel was too hard, and Kiri too excited and passionate from filming
Brittney and her lover, for either of them to turn from the twelve pairs of
eyes that now gazed at them. It was a well-appointed room, furnished,
with tapestries covering the stone walls, a wet bar standing along a side
wall. Brittney might have fled but she was still too busy sobbing from her
humiliating experience over the block. She did not try to cover herself
now, her hands still in back of her, assuaging her ass.
ÒThat hurt!Ó Brittney finally managed to say, over her sobs, to
Samuel.
ÒIt was your first lesson,Ó Samuel replied calmly. Ellen looked at
the two girls. She ignored BrittneyÕs tears, and said,
ÒFor the next three days you girls will remain entirely naked. You
will not walk. Never. Instead, here in this room, and in any other rooms
you are led into, you will crawl. You are fortunate that there is a carpet
on the floor here. Pray your masters are kind and always keep you in
carpeted rooms. If you are good IÕm sure they will. Now down on your
knees, both of you!Ó Ellen clapped her hands. Kiri obeyed at once, but
Brittney, still clutching her bottom, had to be persuaded. ÒYou will be
returned to the block for six more, young lady, if you donÕt obey me at
once,Ó Ellen said to the girl. This was enough for Brittney. Still crying,
she dropped to her knees. The carpet, so soft underfoot, felt even softer
now as she let her knees sink into it. But she remained upright, despite
being on her knees, her hands clapped to her ass. ÒUnhand your bottom, you
lewd little whore!Ó a woman snapped at Brittney. The young brunette
looked startled. At once she obeyed this stranger, so awful was it to be
commanded in this way. She plopped her hands down onto the carpet. Then
she gave her bottom a shake. It still hurt. She squeezed her brazen naked
cheeks and gave a small,
ÒOooh!Ó But her crying had stopped, from the moment the strange
woman snapped at her. Then Ellen announced that the girls were to be, as
she put it,
ÒOf service.Ó
A tray was strapped to the back of each girl, across the small of her
back. Drinks were balanced on each girlÕs tray and they were made to go
around the room serving them. A spilled drink earned a swat from a strap.
Brittney quickly earned two and Kiri one, the straps leaving broad
swathing red marks on their bottoms. The glasses were broad and stolid
and the trays small, but the girls were nervous and inexperienced. Samuel
laughed as he watched the two girls forced to perform. Brittney wailed
anew under her strokes; the straps were too wide not to hit some of the
lines left by SamuelÕs birch rod; the double effect of the new blows on the
old was especially painful.
ÒThey are a delightful pair of bottoms, are they not?Ó a woman
asked, watching the girlÕs quivering pairs of cheeks as they strove to
obey, Brittney still gasping and sobbing from her latest mistake.
ÒYes but I should like to see them fucked. Look. The youngest has
had something squirted up her ass. A bit of it is oozing out.Ó
ÒThat- that was my finger. Earlier today,Ó Kiri, on her hands and
knees, explained. She was rather enjoying the attention, the eyes gazing
at her, watching avidly as her naked breasts swung under her, studying
attentively every twitch of her behind.
ÒLet us have them both fucked,Ó the woman said. ÒTheir lover is up
to it. Sir, would you oblige? Or do you prefer to save yourself for us and
let one of our husbands do it?Ó
Samuel considered a moment. By now he was seated in all his nudity
next to one of the fashionably clothed women, who knew just how to
stroke him without making him spill. He liked his erection, he especially
liked how attractive the six women were and how they all were looking at
him with such affection in their eyes.
ÒIÕll bet I could service all six of you,Ó Samuel boasted.
ÒThen youÕd better let our husband have your two,Ó the woman
stroking his cock said.
ÒYes! The men to the girls, and Samuel to the wives!Ó Ellen said.
Kiri, who had not expected this, gasped, ÒSamuel!Ó Brittney let out a new
howl of despair.
But there was no escaping it now, once Ellen had decreed it. The men
and women quickly undressed. Samuel set to work on the first of the
wives. A man got down in front of Kiri and offered his cock to her mouth.
She took it, lewdly, ignoring the fact that a man was just then kneeling
down behind her as well. He pulled the tray off her back, spilling the
drinks on the tray as he did so.
ÒI will swat your behind for that loss of liquor afterward,Ó the man
breathed to Kiri. Then he grasped her hips. Kiri heard him and felt him but
kept sucking on the penis in her mouth. Then, suddenly, a cry escaped her
well-stuffed lips as the man behind her entered her. He was too eager to
try her tight young bottom. He took her in her cunt.
Meanwhile two more men got down with Brittney. As the man behind
Brittney unfastened her tray, the man in front forced open BrittneyÕs
mouth. It was like being given a bit, Brittney thought afterwards, like
being a horse, her jaws prised apart, despite her anguished attempts to
protest, her opening mouth, trying to speak, only making it easier for her
assailant. He was kneeling upright in front of her. She was on all fours.
As soon as heÕd got her mouth open he shoved in his prick. It was a big
one; Ellen favored not only rich men but ones that were well-endowed.
Brittney gagged as the manÕs penis thrust in one stroke all the way to the
back of her throat. If he saw how young she was he was giving it no
consideration; with eagerness he tried to force himself even deeper as
Brittney began to retch.
The man behind was no disciple of etiquette either. As Brittney
choked on the cock being forced into her mouth, he mounted her from
behind. Again the entry was swift, so hard and desperate that BrittneyÕs
mouth opened wider, in a frantic yell, as the man in back of her shoved
himself into her little twat. She was sore afterwards; and all the next
day, her lips feeling used and distended, her cunt frankly stretched to its
limit, and a little beyond.
ÒAh, so young and healthy and fit for the battle,Ó Ellen enthused,
watching over the little brunette. Despite her cries of pain and
discomfort, despite her repeated attempts to retch, there was a certain
lithe liquid quality in her figure as the men fucked it; she was built to
receive, simply untried, untested, needing what was now being given to
her. Ellen did not let the men use her bottom, despite the gleaming
invitation pressed between her cheeks, the inviting oil easing her passage.
Only the first two men were given a crack at Brittney; more would have
been too much, on this first day. They were only allowed to rod her mouth
and cunt, and then only until their first spending, both men quickly and
frantically reaching their climax. When they withdrew Brittney, still on
all fours, threw up on the plush carpet. Then she collapsed on it, sobbing,
clutching her wounded ass and feeling the still-lingering sensations of the
menÕs cocks, her pussy stretched and filled, her mouth wet not only with
sperm but with the taste of her own guts. ÒI am pleased,Ó Ellen said to
the small girl curled up her floor. ÒYou have done well.Ó She let her lie
there awhile, Brittney crying softly as she listened to the raw animal
sounds of sex going on around her. KiriÕs two lovers were replaced by two
more. They were hard on her as they had been hard on Brittney but she
took them with stalwart grace; cowlike she received their pricks in her
mouth, milking them in turn as her full breasts hung alluringly beneath
her, a grab-place for the male hands that attacked and held her. Her cunt
sucked on that which was thrust into it; thankfully, given the menÕs
enthusiasm, they did not go for her bottom, satisfying themselves in her
increasingly well-watered snatch. By the time they were finished Kiri
was full to bursting with sperm.
Samuel, meanwhile, exerted himself on the menÕs wives. He was
rampant and his first spending did not alleviate his hardness. He went at
the wives with enduring lust. Not until he had satisfied the third did he
flag. Then, with everyone willing to take a break to let their spirits
recover, drinks were served. When the men revived they went at Kiri
again, while the young femaleÕs lover resumed with the wives. By the
time it all was finished there was complete exhaustion in the room.
ÒI must still swat your bottom for spilling the liquor,Ó a man
breathed to Kiri.
ÒWha-?Ó Kiri asked. She was lying on the floor, her body heated, her
mouth and cunt oozing sperm
ÒFor wiggling your hips when I was unbuckling the tray from you. It
caused valuable liquor to spill.Ó
ÒIt- it wasnÕt my fault. You did it!Ó Kiri said.
ÒUp over my knee,Ó the man said. Despite his weariness and the
complete depletion of his cock, which hung limp and small now between
his legs, he pulled Kiri up onto his lap. He was sitting in a big overstuffed
chair and she now found herself face down over his thighs, her bottom an
easy target. As she squirmed, trying to get off him, her bare ass tensing,
he raised his hand.
ÒFor resisting, I will give you extra,Ó the man said. Then he
walloped her, and she took each blow with hip grinding cries of pain. But
she was too weak to get off him. He could just manage to raise and bring
down his hand; admittedly, with considerable force. Brittney lay on the
carpet listening, her eyes squeezed tight. Little sniffles escaped her. But
Samuel, sitting between two wives, managed a tired smile.
ÒIt is good,Ó Samuel said. ÒSpank her hard because thatÕs what IÕm
going to do later tonight to your wife; to all your wives, give them good
sound spankings to assist them in being obedient spouses.Ó
ÒIf you insist,Ó the man swatting Kiri said. ÒA well-spanked wife is
a wife worth having.Ó
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