The Visit - Chapter 5
By TCP
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The
Visit - A Twilight Zone Story
By TCP
© 2013 TCP
All of TCP’s stories
are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and
reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is
acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the
real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety
of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain
fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.
The
Visit -
The
final story of twelve year old Daniel and his humiliating experiences in…
The
Twilight Zone. A tale of the unexpected…
Main
Characters -
Daniel
Grainger - 12 years old
Charley -
the mysterious ‘girl.’
Preface
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You unlock
this door with the key of imagination… Beyond it is another dimension - a
dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving
into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas… You’ve just
crossed over into, The Twilight Zone…
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Chapter
5 - Do You Remember The First Time?
It was the
day before the long school summer holiday came to an end. Weltby was gripped in
the midst of a powerful thunderstorm, recurring forked lightning dancing across
the sky, followed quickly by the tumultuous boom of the accompanying thunder.
There was the drumming patter of heavy rain too... It was misery.
Daniel was
alone in the house on this Sunday afternoon as the rain hammered down outside
the window of his bedroom. He lay quietly and pensively on his bed in the
comparable darkness that the pregnant storm clouds outside provided, trying to
rationalise and make sense of the confusing mess that his life had become in a
matter of a few summer weeks. Stuff that was largely beyond his control.
A bright
flash of lightning outside drew his attention, followed quickly by a horrifying
crash of thunder. The storm was almost overhead and it made Daniel nervous. Whilst
not exactly being scared of thunder, he had never known a storm so close overhead
before... and he was on his own. Indeed, this storm seemed an ominous portent
of his own young life, reflecting feelings he felt when he though about his
'real' life... his family life. And then, thoughts of his experiences with
Charley. Daniel reached across to his bedside clock radio and turned it on to
the local station, Weltby Free Radio. He sought order amongst the chaos.
The music
helped to take his mind off the storm outside, though it wasn't a track that he
had heard before... But he found that he liked it. It was called 'Do You
Remember The First Time,' by a 1990s Britpop band called 'Pulp.'
Despite the
music drowning out most of the noise from the thunder storm, Daniel's mind was
still troubled by the events at the craft fair. This was proper, real life
stuff... Involving his own family who since then seemed more inclined than
before to look down on him... like he was some sort of problem child leper.
Feral... lost.
Daniel was
struggling to eradicate the real sense of embarrassment of having been
discovered to have 'not been wearing underpants' in a public place... to have
ejaculated as part of some 'loss of consciousness episode' in his trousers...
to have his mother, younger sister and various members of the public, including
boys and girls his own age and younger see him in that state... And of course,
the revelation of the vibrating egg, still buzzing... Daniel thought it a small
mercy (very small), that the egg was not still planted in his bottom at the
time that this was all discovered.
He could still
hear the sneering laughter of his younger sister in his mind, and that of the
other girls at the fair who had seen him in that state... seen his penis... and
now 'knew what a troubled pervert he was.' And when he closed his eyes, he
simply saw his sister's mocking, knowing and gleeful grin.
He
remembered the teasing he received from his sister in the car journey home, the
still erect modesty between his legs barely shrouded by a handkerchief. And his
humiliation lasted long into the evening, listening to his mother describing in
intimate detail what had happened to his disbelieving father. He'd never felt
so ashamed... never... And he was spanked... bare bottomed and all in front of
his mother and sister too... That day had been the most embarrassing ordeal in
his life... Taking everything into account, that was saying something.
Daniel
hadn't eaten anything since then, the poor boy had no appetite for food
whatsoever. He felt sick to the pit of his stomach. It had become clear that
Daniel's mother really was going to have him circumcised, to see if that would
'straighten him out' and curb his obvious burgeoning, misplaced sexual
appetite. Even more emphasis was placed on a fully studious life, with even
more time being devoted to homework, personal tutorage and diminishing
opportunities to socialise with anyone. It was going to be crap.
Fighting
the need to release a tear of despair, Daniel tried to focus on Charley... his
pretty tormentress who seemed to make him feel good, 'in the end.' What would
life with her really be like, he wondered. Curiosity was biting him. Surely
anything was better than 'real life' at that point.
Suddenly,
there came the familiar ring tone on his desktop PC... a Skype call.
"Martin!?"
Daniel gasped in hope, and leaped up from his bed, turning the volume down
slightly on the radio at his bedside. Nearly tripping over himself, the eager
boy sat down quickly in the seat at his desk and fumbled with the mouse to
accept the call. He clicked the icon that permitted the call to open with the
web cam activated.
"Danny?"
Martin asked quietly, his handsome young face appearing on the screen. Daniel
noticed quickly that his friend seemed content and at ease, more so than his
previous calls.
"Oh
Martin..." Daniel sighed. "Are you okay? What did she do to you? Are
you safe? Did she hurt you... Did..."
"Danny...
Danny, stop," Martin interrupted and giggled. "It's all okay... don't
worry."
"But...
where are you? Are you getting this storm too?"
"Well,
we're in Devon right now, look..." Martin replied, turning the web cam to
show that he was somewhere with warm, radiant sunshine. "Portia's taken me
to the seaside today... it's really warm here and we're at some sort of private
beach. Real private... the boys all have to go around naked, including me...
and all the girls are wearing swimsuits and bikinis. They're really pretty..."
"But...
aren't you embarrassed?" Daniel asked curiously.
"Well,
it was embarrassing, yeah, knowing that all the guys are naked, and all the
girls are covered... but we've had some great fun... You learn to ignore the
fact that you're naked and on show all the time..."
"But I
don't understand Martin..." Daniel shook his head as he spoke, biting his
lip. "You hated everything that was happening with Charley and Portia...
What's happened? Is it really true that you are with her now?"
As the two
boys talked, Martin revealed to Daniel that he had in fact joined Portia as her
life partner. He'd allowed himself to give in... He explained that he felt
totally different now that he had accepted everything. The embarrassment and
humiliation he was often subjected to was balanced by the good feelings when
Portia or other girls 'played' with him and in the knowledge that they were
going to live together, to live forever, and not have to 'grow up.'
Daniel did
observe that his friend appeared genuine and truthful... Indeed, Martin
appeared to be more enthusiastic about life, and more energised. In his own
words, he claimed to feel 'more positive and thrilled to be with a girl that
seemed to understand him and make him feel special... even through all the
other stuff.' Crucially, Martin explained that he felt safe with Portia... and
able to forget all the other stuff he used to worry about in his life.
“But don’t
you still feel bad sometimes?" Daniel asked. "You know… when she does
what she does? What these girls do? I mean, it’s so cruel sometimes…” He was
still trying to comprehend the magnitude of what his friend had done. What he
had agreed to become.
“I can live
with that… it’s not the end of the world… But listen, I am gonna live forever! We'll
never get old and cranky and ugly... And I’m gonna be with Portia… She's really
cool, and she's soooo pretty... and we can do pretty much what we want and when
we want to... It's actually proper awesome Danny...”
“So… how
did it happen? How did you ‘give in?’ I was really worried about you when you
first made contact with me after you ran away... I thought you were going to do
something silly like... errrm... What actually changed?"
Martin
began to recount the story of how he came to succumb to Portia and become her
life partner...
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Martin's
Grandmother had made a patchwork quilt for her friend Mrs Taylor who lived in a
house a few streets away. He had been asked to deliver it quickly as it was
needed as a prize in the local church raffle for the coming weekend. He agreed
instantly when his Gran had given him some money with which to buy some sweets
on his way back.
When Martin
got to the house, he pushed the door bell, hearing it ring with a shrill tone
inside. There was initially no answer, though he thought he saw a net curtain
twitch in the bay window on the upper floor out of the corner of his eye.
Unsure what to do if there was no answer, he rang the bell again.
After a few
moments with no sign of life, Martin was about to give up and leave, when he
heard the door unlock from inside the ornate front door and it slowly opened.
Instead of Mrs Taylor, he saw a young girl, no older than him. She was blonde…
blue eyed and pretty. She wore faded black jeans and an orange coloured t-shirt
with a silhouetted pyramid pattern on the front.
“H… hello,”
Martin stammered shyly. “Is Mrs Taylor in?”
“Nope,” the
girl replied quietly, barely any emotion on her face. Martin watched curiously
as the girl seemed to look him up and down, assessing him with equal curiosity.
Occasionally he could hear other voices in the background, coming from further inside
the house. Girls voices, giggling and excited.
“I… errm… I
have this for Mrs Taylor,” Martin continued, showing the girl the small box
that contained the patchwork quilt. “It’s a quilt, I think… from my Gran.”
“Well, my
mum’s out until tonight…” the girl continued. She looked up and down the street
briefly, as if she were checking something. Then she stared directly into
Martin’s eyes before looking at him up and down once more, judging him. "Come
in for a minute…” she beckoned quickly.
“I errm…
don’t want to trouble you…” Martin stammered. “Sounds like you're busy in
there…”
“Come on
in… it’s okay…” the girl replied quietly, ushering him inside the door before
closing it with a loud thud. “It’s just… I’m not supposed to have boys in the
house while I’m on my own… Not after last time…”
“Oh... Wh…
what happened?” Martin enquired with empathetic concern for the girl, fearing
that she might have been attacked.
The girl
ignored him and led him through to the kitchen and indicated that he should put
the parcel down on top of the pine-topped dining table. Looking round, Martin
noticed that it was a big kitchen… In fact it was a big house. And from
upstairs, there seemed to still be some audible girlish commotion from
upstairs.
“Since you're
here, would you like a drink?” the girl asked… “I’m Josie by the way…”
“M… Martin…
I am… I mean… yes please… if it’s no trouble…” Martin stammered like a nervous
wreck. He knew that he sounded shy and pathetic and hated himself for it. Josie
was pretty and he wanted to make a good impression.
“Oh it’s no
trouble…” she said softly, taking a large clear plastic carton from the fridge
and then turning to pour a glass of some sort of milky liquid. “It’s no trouble
at all…” She smiled sweetly at Martin and passed the drink to him, before
walking towards the kitchen door and into the hall.
Martin
looked down into the glass and then sniffed at the milky liquid. It smelled
vaguely of vanilla.
"What
is this?" he asked curiously.
"Oh,
just some milkshake. We made some earlier, it's really nice... try it..."
Josie replied with a playful grin. The boy took a tentative sip and found it
tasted quite nice and nodded in approval toward his pretty hostess, nervously
acknowledging her grin.
“Come on…
Martin… Come and meet my friends…” Josie insisted. After checking that she was
sure, Martin began to follow her onto and up the staircase, admiring her pretty
bottom as he climbed the stairs behind her.
As they
were climbing the stairs, Martin’s curiosity got the better of him. He asked,
“So… did a
boy attack you then?”
“No!” the
girl replied with a giggle, continuing her assent of the staircase. “Not
exactly…” Martin was still curious, but thought best not to ask too many
questions too soon. After all, she was very pretty and he really did want her
to like him as much as he already liked her.
At the top
of the stairs, the sounds of girlish chatter and giggling became louder and
Josie pointed the way towards her bedroom. He entered and found two other girls
in there, both equally pretty as Josie was and they were leafing through some magazines.
Not noticing his presence right away, he watched the girls laughing and
pointing at pictures in the magazines and hearing their comments…
“Look at
his cock!” one of the girls said, immediately breaking out into giggles. “God
it must be a foot long! Jeez, look here as well, now the girl is smacking his
arse with a whip!!”
“Yeah…
check this one out then… first she’s put some rubber ring around the bottom of
his cock, and now she’s sitting on his face!” the other girl tittered. It
didn’t take long for Martin to realise that the girls were looking at dirty
magazines… specifically pictures of naked men, most of which seemed to depict
men being dominated and humiliated by women. “Wow, that makes me feel horny…
imagine getting to do that to a boy!”
“Girls…
this is Martin,” Josie announced, clearing her throat beforehand and trying to
calm her two friends down. Still giggling, the two other girls shuffled
uncomfortably to hide the pornography they were looking at and sat up straight,
broad grins of satisfied curiosity across their pretty, blushing faces.
Suddenly, it looked like their devilish horns had fully receded into their
heads, and as though butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths.
Martin felt
very uncomfortable and embarrassed, knowing that he was in a girl’s bedroom, a
girl he had only just met and who was obviously engaged in a very private,
‘girls-only’ pornographic party. He blushed, wanting to excuse himself and bolt
for the door. But he was rooted to the spot… and couldn’t understand why…
“I’m
Stephanie,” the first girl grinned, black hair tied into plats either side of
her head, wearing blue denim shorts and a daffodil yellow t-shirt. “And this is
Melissa…” she said pointing to her friend, a mousy brown haired girl with
freckles and hazel coloured eyes. She was wearing light grey jogging bottoms
and a clingy, pink sporty sweatshirt.
--
As Martin
explained the story, Daniel recognised the names of the three girls as those
that Portia had mentioned as the 'new stable girls that were eager to meet
their new pony-boy' during his most recent 'visit' with Charley. Martin
continued his story...
--
“I… Errm…
I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to interrupt…” Martin said quietly, sipping a little
more of the 'milkshake' and then putting the glass down on the ornately
feminine vanity unit by the door and wanting to excuse himself and get back his
Gran’s house. If the girls wanted to look at naughty pictures of naked,
dominated men, then that was fine with him… He didn’t need to get involved… In
the back of his mind though, he felt embarrassed to be a male. After all, he
was a member of the sex that was the subject of the obvious giggling and
enjoyment that the girls had been sharing. It made him feel vulnerable…
nervous… and it made him tingle with arousal too as he blushed and felt the
butterflies causing an all too familiar tumult within his tummy. He was a boy,
the only male there… and here were three pretty girls, all looking at pictures
of naked males. Males being dominated by females.
“You’re not
interrupting,” Josie said quickly. “Is he girls?”
“No way!”
remarked Stephanie. “He’s real handsome… I’ve not seen you around… are you new
here?”
“I’m errrm…
I’m actually from Weltby…” Martin began weakly, swallowing his discomfort hard
back into his throat. “I was having some problems up there and I've come here
to get away from it all… to start over...”
“Ooooohhh,
an English boy…” Melissa cooed. “And scandal… we like a bit of scandal don’t we
girls?”
“So,
Martin,” Josie said, gesturing for her two friends to be quiet, “Will you be
starting St Margaret’s School next term?” Martin bit his lip and nodded
silently. “Second year?” Again Martin nodded again. “Cool… Maybe we’ll be in
the same class, huh girls?”
“That would
be awesome!” Stephanie added. “He’s really something nice to look at!”
“Wh… what
do you mean? Something…” Martin asked naively and with a slightly offended
tone. He didn't like being objectified like that... But he was interrupted by
the sound of a toilet flushing in the room next door. It made him look round
briefly, surveying the delicately shaded green bedroom décor, with finery and
accoutrements befitting a pubescent girl’s bedroom. It smelled nice… apples...
and vanilla... Apples?
“What do
you mean? Something else to look at?” Martin asked again. “I'm not a 'thing...'
And why are you looking at those pictures? Pictures of men being treated like
that? I didn't think girls liked looking at stuff like that...”
“Well… now
that you mention it…” Josie began slowly, teasing him… “Maybe I should explain
why I am not allowed to have boys over when I am alone in the house…” Martin
suddenly felt sick in the pit of his stomach - he had a very bad feeling about
this and felt angry with himself that he could have been so foolish as to fall
into whatever trap he was worried about.
“Hello
Martin…” a fourth girl’s voice said from behind him in the doorway. Suddenly,
he could smell her apple shampoo more clearly. In an instant, he spun on his
heels and recognised Portia, her beaming smile and glittering eyes immediately
awaking his feelings of terrified weakness and physical attraction at once…
“Portia?”
Martin gasped in disbelief, watching in almost slow motion as she came fully
into the room, closing the door behind her, and locked it. She was wearing a
simple white t-shirt with random large capital letters on it and a pair of pale
denim shorts. Martin was amazed that Portia could be right there in front of
him… there had been no bright white light or sense of falling or any of the
other precursors he had known previously with Charley or Portia. It was just
like the first time he had come across them both…
“Oh, you
two know each other?” Josie asked brightly.
“Just a
bit…” Portia replied gleefully. “I’ll tell you about it some day…”
“But how
did you know he would come here?” Josie asked again nervously. “I mean… I
didn’t think you would actually get a boy… a real live boy to come here…”
“Let’s just
say, I can do a very good impression of your mum Josie… and Martin’s Gran was
only too keen to make a patchwork quilt for the church raffle…” Portia grinned
like the cat who got the cream. “The rest… well, that’s just the genius of
Portia Mai Shepherd hmmmm?”
Martin was
shell-shocked, he knew that whatever was happening, wasn’t going to be good. He
wanted to kiss Portia… but his mind was telling him to run… And Portia had
locked the door, and he knew all about what she could do, and would do to make
him stay…
“So, tell
him Josie,” Portia said, turning her attention to the pretty blonde girl. “Tell
him why you are not allowed to have boys here… It’s really quite funny…”
“Well…”
Josie began slowly, as if setting out on a long, often repeated narrative,
“Harry Jacobs from Ascot Road was round here to play last September when mum
had gone shopping… I was eleven and he was twelve. He had a bit of a reputation
for being a bully and I’d heard all sorts of stories about how he had bullied
several girls and even some of the other, weaker boys, into handing over their
dinner money and stuff… But then Stephanie told me that he'd cornered her
behind the shops down the road and that he'd reached between her legs and tried
to feel her... He’d gone too far this time and so... that’s when I asked him to
come over and 'play.'"
Josie’s
audience listened intently, even Martin, who was still edgy and nervous within
the environment he was in…
“As soon as
my mum went out, Harry turned to me and said that out of all the boys in his
year, he had the biggest willy and he said he would show it to me if I showed
him my… ‘slit…’ as he called it. Well, there was no way I was going to show him
anything of mine after everything I had heard about him… but I didn’t refuse
outright… I said I might agree to a little 'show' later and that I wanted to
play cops and robbers first. Harry agreed, and with amazing enthusiasm, he said
that he wanted to be the robber first… He even let me tie him to my bed with my
stockings…”
“Th… then
what?” Martin asked quietly. He kind of knew where this story was leading, but
listened nervously nonetheless, his genitals starting to tingle as the pretty
girl recounted her story to the other very attentive and attractive girls in
the room. Each of them smirking, obviously knowing what had happened. He didn't
know it at that point, but his young body was starting to react to the
milkshake he had been drinking...
“Well, I
was amazed at how stupid Harry was… even for a boy,” Josie continued, making
the other girls giggle with an air of superiority. “I removed his socks
first... and although he began to protest, it was only weak. He believed this
to be part of the game and was getting into his role as the captured robber. He
seemed to love the idea of impending torture. In fact, he actually dared me to
‘torture’ him and to make him give in… Can you believe that? So I tickled the soles
of his feet with my little make-up brush… It was comical, watching him squirm
and writhe on my bed, and laughing uncontrollably..."
"Well,
it wasn't long before poor Harry was turning red with exhaustion and he was
telling me to stop tickling him. But I said, 'make me...' I smiled at him and
just continued to tickle his feet, while he could do nothing but laugh and
giggle like a little girl. I could tell he was getting frustrated, he was
starting to get angry as he wrestled with the stockings to free himself... He then
began cursing like a trooper too, and then he began to threaten me."
"He
was breathing really hard by now... getting quite breathless. His little toes were
dancing this way and that, trying to wriggle away from the little brush!! He called
me names, he threatened me some more and he finally begged me to let him go,
though I couldn't decide whether that was just him responding 'in character' or
if he'd really had enough... <giggle> I didn't really want to believe
that he had given in so easily... He was a boy after all..."
"And
then what?" Portia asked, switching her attention from looking at Martin
and then the three other girls as though she were observing their reactions...
Martin knew he was blushing as he recognised the humiliation that this 'Harry'
must have been suffering, or was about to.
"So, I
stopped briefly and moved so that I was looking down into his eyes... I could
see the fight and contempt still within him... he still looked as though he
could be trouble. And I said, 'Well Harry... you're in a bit of trouble aren't
you? Hmmm? Whatever shall I do with you??? You're all tied up... helpless and
at my mercy? At a girl's mercy?'"
"Harry
quickly replied, gasping, trying to understand what I was on about... He used even
more bad language to try and threaten me and it became clear that I had to
finish what I started... So I said, 'You're in no position to threaten me...
boy... We're playing a 'game,' which you freely agreed to play... It's just
that, I don't really like you that much, so what I'm going to do is on behalf
of all the victims of your bullying... especially my friend Stephanie...'"
"'What
do you mean?' he asked, turning white as a sheet. I reminded him that he had
tried to touch her between the legs... tried to touch her 'slit...' to use his
words. 'She was askin' for it...' he replied defensively... 'she was wearing
that dress so high like that... she wanted me to...'
"So, I
put the little brush down on my desk and resumed tickling him with my fingers
this time... up and down his legs... up the sides of his body and under his
arms and into his arm-pits... It was such fun to see him wriggling on the bed
like that and protesting his innocence, saying what he was going to do to me when
he got free... Even I blushed at some of the language he used. I felt so much
power over him... kind of toying with him like somebody cruelly teasing a caged
animal... and it felt good."
Martin
gulped, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, feeling his pubescent
loins reacting to the unfolding story. It would soon be difficult to conceal
his sprouting young erection. He didn't know whether to pity this 'Harry,' or
rejoice in Josie's treatment of him. Either way, he empathised with her
captive's position. And he tingled, feeling his heart racing and the
butterflies dancing merrily in his tummy.
"So I
tickled him and tickled him," Josie continued. "I don't know how long
it was, but the next thing I knew, Harry suddenly apologised. He was sorry for
what he had done to Stephanie and for being a bully. He promised to change...
Imagine that!! A boy agreeing to change his spots because of some tickle
torture!"
The other
girls in the room laughed with knowing irony.
"And
then, after I had made him say how apologetic he was a few times, he suddenly
announced that he needed to pee... and that he might wet himself if I didn't
stop tickling him. And that made me feel good too. I had the power in my
fingers to make him wet himself... to make him humiliate himself... Harry's a
boy... albeit a bully and I'm just a girl... but I could make him do that... I
technically had the power to control him!"
"So I
stopped tickling... I mean, no girl wants a boy to wet himself all over her bed
do they? Not without taking suitable precautions first anyway... I had bigger
plans, so I reached over to my underwear drawer and took out quite an elderly
pair of stockings and made a makeshift gag from them... that shut him up,
mostly..."
"I
then called Stephanie and Melissa to come over, all the while making sure that
Harry heard me talking, describing his situation all tied up and helpless on my
bed... And sure, he was trying to protest as 'loud' as he could through the
material of the stockings like I don’t know what…"
Martin
breathed deeply, his concealed cock aroused and making him try to stand in a
fashion that meant nobody would notice. He didn't want the girls to notice...
Certainly not in their current excitement.
"When
Mel and Steph got here," Josie continued again, "they came straight
up and watched me tickle him some more, all of us enjoying watching him squirm
so badly and moaning pathetically into his stocking-gag. I reminded Harry that
he had tried to touch Stephanie between her legs, and I informed him that it
was now his turn to pay..."
Melissa and
Sophie giggled, making Martin feel more insecure and uncomfortable.
"When
I said that," Josie continued, "he redoubled his efforts to try and
wrestle free of the stockings that tied him to my bed and made the loudest
noise he could, albeit muted by my stockings! His face was as red as a
beetroot, from fear and angst and embarrassment probably. I looked into his
eyes and saw remorse finally... But it was too late... and certainly not
enough, we girls were on a roll now. So I grinned deliciously into his pleading
eyes and raised my eyebrows at him. I thought he was going to cry, but he
didn't..."
"Moving
back to the trunk of his body, I ignored his whining and put my fingers into
the waistband of his jogging bottoms. If he hadn't been gagged, I am sure that
Harry would have been squealing like a little lost piggy... and I pulled his
bottoms down quickly to his ankles..."
"Oh it
was so funny," Melissa chimed in gleefully. "He was wearing
tighty-whitey briefs that clung very snug to his boy stuff... It was kind of
funny to see him with his bottoms down at his ankles and him wriggling around
on the bed with his underpants on show... that little bulge between his legs,
safely enclosing 'the biggest willy in his school year.'"
"Yeah,"
Stephanie added brightly. "It felt good to see him as the victim for a
change..." When the girlish bravado had receded again, Josie continued her
account once more,
"Well,
we all got a good look at his underpants and we could see that they were
stained yellow slightly at the front, so I teased Harry about being a dirty
little boy and asked him if he needed to go back into nappies or if he needed
assistance from big girls like us when he went for a wee-wee. He moaned through
the gag a little more quietly at that comment and a fresh crimson blush flared
across his face and at last, a tear fell from each eye..."
"Now
the good part... I slowly danced my hands up the sides of his legs and tickled
his tummy with my fingers. Then, I hooked them into the waistband of his
underpants and waited for the reaction of a boy who feared he was about to be
shamed in front of three girls... He was begging as best as he could through
his gag, writhing his body to try and get away from us, sweat forming on his
forehead and tears running down the sides of his burning cheeks."
"I
ramped up the torture that he himself had dared me to do at the start of the
'game,' and I reminded him that he had told me that out of all the boys in his
year, he claimed to have the biggest willy. I also reminded him that he said he
would show it to me. So, I said that now was the time to have a look at what
he'd got... the catch was, because of his previous crimes, he would have to
show it to all three of us girls and that he wouldn't get to see nothing of
ours in return... No flash of budding boobies, no peaking at our 'slits...'
Nothing... just his boy-cock about to be revealed..."
"It
felt so good being in control like that, dominating him and watching his fear
build as I revealed that I was about to pull his pants down and that three
girls were going to see his willy. And, we were going to look at it and
scrutinise it for as long as WE wanted... I felt no sympathy for him as he
continued to lie there helpless, unable to stop me from exposing and humiliating
him. I had no sympathy for his tears either... he deserved it... He was a nasty
boy, finally going to get his comeuppance... Harry The Bastard as he was
known..."
"And
as I finally tugged at his underpants, his pleading cries began again, screaming
into the gag, tears flowing without restraint onto his fiery scarlet cheeks.
'Harry The Bastard,' I called him as his descending underpants finally revealed
his boyish secrets to us... Underpants at his knees, we all got to see just
what made him so 'special.'"
Martin was
beside himself with arousal and empathy for the boy in Josie's story. Somehow,
he felt the other boy's shame... He had to keep his knees tightly pressed
together to try and quell the feelings between his legs and fight off an
erection that just wouldn't quit. He was aroused at the thought of the boy
being humiliated by the girls... he was aroused at how confident Josie was and
how she seemed to enjoy telling the story... How dominant she was... Just like
Portia could be... Just like Charley could be... But Josie wasn't a girl like
that... yet...
"So
was Harry special after all?" Portia interrupted playfully, giggling in
Martin's direction and recognising his torment and arousal.
"No
fucking way!" Josie scoffed defiantly. "Not special at all... It was
barely any bigger than a party cocktail sausage and with no hair at all! But we
did get a very good look at it... and that little bag of marbles underneath...
that actually looked quite cute. Sure, Harry continued to whine and cry into his
gag, while us three girls had a fine time taking it in turns to get his little ‘cocktail
sausage’ to grow and shrink, grow and shrink… He must have been so embarrassed
to have three girls looking at him down there and playing with him while he
couldn't do anything about it. But we didn't care, justice was being
served..."
"In
the end, Stephanie got his 'little guy' to shoot and make quite a mess all over
his t-shirt and all over his totally smooth groin. I made sure to mop him up
with his underpants when I pulled them finally back up his legs. He'd been our
prisoner for two hours!!! It was great..."
“So what
did he do?” Martin asked curiously, his cock throbbing between his legs and his
mouth dry with anticipation. His emotions dizzied from hearing such an
enthusiastic re-telling of such a graphic and shocking tale about a twelve year
old boy. Especially from the lips of the same girl that inflicted it.
“Well then,"
Josie continued. "We untied the gag and then untied him from the bed and
he scarpered… just like that... Of course, he told his mum, his mum told my
mum... my mum ‘bollocked’ me, I told her what he had done to everyone else,
including Steph. Mum finally relented and grinned, and basically, we got away
with it… other than me not being allowed to have boys over when mum’s out…
Life’s not fair at all huh?” Josie giggled, as did the other three girls.
Martin was
pensive, balancing his empathic feeling of humiliation for 'Harry The Bastard'
and of course the knotted arousal he felt in his loins and through his stiffy.
Without warning, all four girls moved to grab Martin and they held him tightly
to stop his escape. While he protested and attempted to wriggle free of their
grasp, he felt his clothes being unfastened... loosened and item by item, discarded
from his preteen body.
The girls
were giggling as they forcibly stripped Martin, the blushing boy begging to be
let go as young female hands roamed over his body, intent on disrobing him.
They ignored his pleas and barely noticed his scarlet facial features as he
felt himself being stripped by a group of girls, humiliation and sexual
excitement powering through him.
By now,
Martin was aware that he was naked except for his underpants as the girls
maneuvered him over to Josie's bed. However, such was his shame and arousal, he
didn't feel cold at all... In fact, he felt flushed and his giddying tummy
expanded and contracted with powerful breaths as he tried to keep his
composure, his protests faltering. He saw no escape from the situation... there
were four of them... he felt weak and it felt right to submit and let it
happen. Whatever 'it' was... It would all be over soon enough, wouldn't it?
Martin was
lost in the haze of circumstance... unable to decipher what the giggling and
girlish chatter was that he could hear. It was all happening so fast. He felt
powerless to fight the girls off as he was held down to the bed... He couldn't
fathom whether Portia had cast some sort of action on him that made him weak,
or even if a twelve year old boy would normally be able to fight off four
girls. But wrist by wrist, ankle by ankle, he became tied to the bed with
stockings. Just like 'Harry The Bastard.'
"Please..."
Martin mumbled quietly, tugging hopelessly at each pair of stockings keeping
him captive. "Please let me go... I haven't done anything... I'm not
'Harry The...'"
"Sssshhhh...
Martin..." Josie remarked eagerly. "We know... but it's been a year
since we had such fun... and well... Harry won't play with us any more..."
With that, Melissa and Stephanie chuckled quietly to Martin's left. "And
you're the next best thing..."
Martin
wanted to protest vehemently, he wanted to be away from these girls... But
found that apart from his bondage, his emotions told him to stay... His
emotions told him that he felt good... and tingly. That he was aroused and 'wanted'
to be dominated by the girls. Dominated by Portia. He loved her, and needed
her. And as if by magic, Portia appeared right at his side...
"Here...
finish this drink Martin..." Portia whispered quietly, offering the glass
up to his lips. Being thirsty, Martin quickly gulped the remainder of the
milkshake into his mouth and down his throat. When he finished, he heard the
other girls giggling again.
"Th...
thank-you," Martin said quietly.
"You're
welcome my darling," Portia replied with a bright smile. "It will
keep you going for a long... long time." Josie squealed with laughter, and
left Martin confused with regards to what was so funny.
"What
do you mean?" he asked naively. "What's so funny? It's just a
drink... right?"
Suddenly
thoughts of drugs and poison rocketed exploded through his mind and he looked
at Portia looking for some sort of comfort... and for once, he found it...
"There,
there..." Portia soothed, stroking his brow with her hand. "It's
nothing nasty... I promise... You really should trust me... It's just our
special milkshake... and like the other boys always find... they get all tingly
and hard down in the places that bring them shame and pleasure if you know what
I mean... Like you are feeling now... And the best bit is... that hardness
stays, whatever happens... for about twelve hours..."
"Isn't
that great?" Josie exclaimed gleefully. Martin would have shrugged in
naive denial if his bondage would have permitted it. "We can play with you
all day and your 'thing' won't go down... It'll be hard all the time... even if
you cum... It's so neat! Portia is a genius!!"
Martin was
now under no illusion what the intentions of the girls were and what the
consequences were for him as a result of finishing his drink. He didn't know
whether to laugh or cry at their cruelty. He knew certainly that he felt like
crying... the girls had tricked him into drinking the milkshake and now, the
stuff that was in it was going to mean that he was to stay with an erection
until the girls had finished with him. He felt weakness again... he felt like a
slave... But oh how he tingled... Like a moth to a flame...
The four
girls commenced their tickling assault on their semi-clad victim, Josie reprising
her role as 'tickler in charge' and opting to use her little dainty make-up
brush. Her initial tactic was to bring about instant sensation in Martin's
feet, around his soles and between his toes. Right off the bat, the boy began
wriggling in enforced discomfort, writhing over the bed and tensing his toes to
try and escape her assault, mortified at how easy it was for her to get him to
giggle against his will.
Melissa and
Stephanie, for their part, set about their initial attack on Martin's exposed
sides, tracing up and down each side in tandem from the waistband of his
underpants, up to his arm-pits and then back down again. Occasionally, one of
the girls would probe further, dancing her fingers teasingly around his
immature little nipples, or circling his navel with deliberate, girlish menace.
And Portia,
situated herself at Martin's head, running her fingers through his hair,
playing with his ears and tickling across his neck. She was listening intently
to his agonised, giggling protests, feeding on his embarrassed arousal... his
shame and his helplessness. Helpless to stop the four girls from tickling
him...
Martin
giggled, and writhed, and wriggled and guffawed with little control at all as
to what was happening to him. He knew he was powerless, and he knew he was
aroused... the tickling was making him laugh... the milkshake and the sensation
of the girls' hands roaming all over his body as they tickled him was making
him tingle... and knowing that he was at the mercy of the girls while they
dominated him, turned the tingles into focussed throbs in his private parts.
Melissa and
Stephanie centred more of their tickling in the area around Martin's arm-pits.
An action that caused the boy to tighten his chest as much as he could as he
tried to move from tickle to tickle. He soon found that as he moved away from
one girl, it simply moved him closer to another girl... a deliciously vicious
circle of teasing tickle torture. Martin could only gasp and beg the girls to
let him go between his fits of laughter. His face crimson with effort, sweat
began to form at his forehead as the quartet of young mistresses continued
their assault.
"Ha
haaah haah... Pleeeeese!!!" Martin begged and gasped between his giggles.
"Stop it... please... Ha haaaah ha!! I need a break... I need to stop...
I'm struggling to breath... Please stop... I need to... Ha ha aaah haahah! I
think I'm gonna pee... or be sick..."
"Shit!"
Josie complained with mock annoyance, quickly stopping her attack and
signalling to the other girls for them to stop as well. "Giving up
already? You're just as pathetic as Harry the Bastard..." The other girls
chuckled.
"Please
let me go..." Martin sighed, taking several deep breaths and looking to
Portia for support. She smiled down at him and stroked his rosy cheek softly
with the back of her hand like she was petting a kitten.
"Well...
I don't want you being sick or pissing on my bed either... handsome as you may
be," Josie continued. "So we'll move things along and see where it
takes us... But just you know, we will tickle you again if you play up... Even
if I have to get a bath towel and a bucket... Tickling boys is so much
fun..."
Quickly
changing her tactics, Josie scooted over to the pile of magazines that the
girls had discarded when Martin first entered the room. After briefly checking
the content of each one, she selected one of her favourites and took it back
over to the bed upon which Martin was tied.
After
leafing through the magazine, Josie found a photograph that she liked and that
she wanted to make Martin look at. When she held the magazine up in front of
the him, Martin swallowed hard and felt the muscle at the base of his cock flex
on it's own. The picture showed a naked teenage boy strapped down, face up on
top of what looked like school gym vaulting horse. At the side of the boy stood
four or five teenage girls fully dressed in their PE kit, seemingly teasing the
boy in the picture.
"Look
what the blonde girl is doing to that boy..." Josie instructed firmly,
holding the magazine closer to Martin's face. "Tell me what she is
doing..."
"She's
errrm... she's..." Martin mumbled weakly, blushing crimson at the picture
in front of him and what it portrayed... and what he was going to have to
describe. "The girl is touching his co... cock..."
"Good
boy!" Portia praised, still stroking her hand over his cheeks.
"Now
what is she doing?" Josie asked more insistently having turned the page to
the next spread. Martin's eyes widened as the picture showed a close up of the
boy's genitals, moisture leaking from the angry looking red tip. Clasping the
shaft, was the hand of the blonde girl and behind, the girl's face smiling
wickedly at what she was doing.
"The
girl... is... playing with him..." Martin offered softly.
"YES!
Martin..." Josie enthused, "she's wanking him... say it..."
Melissa and Stephanie giggled silently as they watched Josie in action.
"Please...
Portia... I don't want..." Martin began, seeking some divine intervention.
But he was interrupted...
"Say
it, or we start tickling again..." Josie threatened. "We'll make you
piss your pants..." Martin looked back up towards Portia for any morsel of
support. She smiled sweetly down at him and said,
"Just
say it Martin... you have nothing to be ashamed about here... it's just us girls
having a little fun... Be a good boy... hmmm?"
"She's...
errrmm..." Martin swallowed again uncomfortably. "The girl is wanking
him..."
"Good
boy!" Josie praised, a satisfied expression spreading across her pretty
features. "And what's this BOY, going to do about it?"
"N...
nothing..." Martin replied after pausing to think. "He can't do
anything... he's... tied down..."
"Yes...
he's tied down... and he's naked... and he's being WANKED by a girl... and the other
girls are all laughing at him and he can't do anything to stop them..."
Josie remarked with some excitement in her voice. She leaned in towards
Martin's face and continued. "So... how do you think the boy feels?"
"He's
embarrassed at being naked in front of those girls... and... humiliated at
being helpless to stop the blond girl from... wanking him... and..."
Martin began quietly, reflecting on what he was feeling himself.
"And
what?" Josie teased. "Look at his cock... it's as stiff as a board...
what's he feeling, down there?" With that, she pointed deliberately at the
erection depicted in the magazine photo.
"He's...
excited..." Martin gasped, feeling the muscle at the bottom of his cock
flex once more. Portia tousled his hair affectionately, and silently praised
him.
"Yes...
he's excited," Josie confirmed promptly. "And he's aroused... Which
means... he's enjoying it... Despite everything that is happening to him...
he's feeling good... And we're going to make you feel good too, Martin. Aren't
we girls?"
Portia,
Melissa and Stephanie all cooed their agreement, the latter two running their
hands teasingly across his body and down his legs.
"Please
don't do this to me..." Martin whimpered. "I've not done anything
horrible or bad... I just... want to go home..."
But Josie
turned the page in the magazine and held the next image up for Martin to see.
"What's
happening now?" she quizzed. And Martin bit his lip slightly, a renewed
blush of embarrassment blooming through his cheeks. The picture returned to a
more 'wide screen' look, showing the boy strapped to the vaulting horse and
with the blonde girl still masturbating her victim. The main difference was
that one of the giggling brunette girls in the picture had climbed up onto the
horse and was squatting above the boy's head.
"A...
another girl has climbed up onto the vault and he's looking up her PE skirt
while the blonde girl... w... wanks him." Josie quickly turned the page
again and Martin's eyes broadened in shock at what he saw. The brunette girl
had lowered herself onto the boy's face, the thin material of her blue gym
knickers all that separated the boy's nose from her privates.
"What
now?" Josie commanded, evidently in the swing of humiliating her new toy.
"The
blonde girl is still... wanking the boy.... And... the other girl is sitting on
the boy's face..."
"Mmmmm...
imagine that!" Josie beamed. "What a lucky boy... hmmm?" With
that, the other three girls giggled more loudly. "I wonder what the girl
is feeling... I bet it feels good..."
Martin felt
humiliated for himself, and for the boy in the picture... but he also felt
aroused and recognised the giddy feeling he felt in his tummy as the
butterflies in there vied for his attention as much as the beating of his
heart. He unconsciously licked his lips. His thoughts told him that he was
curious to know what it was like to be that close and intimate with a girl's
private parts... touching his face... But he dared not admit it, even to
himself. It was just too naughty to believe... too powerful.
Martin's
thoughts were brought back to the present when he saw Josie begin to unfasten
her black jeans and pull them off her beautifully svelte legs. With no real
warning as to her intentions, she climbed up onto the bed and sat down on top
of Martin's tummy. He could feel the tantalising warmth of her hidden sex as
she sat firmly down, her crotch making intimate contact with his stomach,
making the muscle in his cock flex once more.
Josie
leaned forward, placing her hands onto Martin's captive wrists, as though it
were her that was holding him down. Martin felt even more submissive and
helpless than he did before... He felt overpowered, and submissive to the girl
seemingly holding him down. It felt kinky... and that made him feel excited. Sexually
excited. It felt good. To be overpowered by a girl... was good... and bad...
"Little
boy... can't escape..." Josie whispered, deliberately teasing him, looking
him straight in his puppy-dog eyes. "Little boy helpless to stop the bad
girls being naughty with him hmmm?" He could feel her breath as she spoke,
her lips terrifyingly close to his.
As Martin
closed his eyes in a futile attempt to block out his shame, Josie leaned
forward further still and coupled her lips to his... kissing him warmly. His
brief resistance passed and he accepted the kiss... He allowed her to kiss him.
To seduce him.
'Ohhh god,'
Martin thought. 'She's kissing me... Mmmmmm... I can't get away... she's
kissing me and I can't stop her... Help me... please... Oh god, why do I feel
so good? It's so shameful... these girls are going to strip me naked... I just
know it... They're gonna do stuff to me... they've made my dick stiff and I
can't stop it... I'm trapped... But somehow... I feel...' And the kiss stopped.
He wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
Josie sat
back upright on top of Martin's belly, grinning down at her captive victim.
"Mmmmm,
nice kiss you have Martin," she teased and licked her lips slightly.
"Such a sweety..." Martin lay silent beneath the girl, eyeing her
suspiciously - pretty as she was, he found himself wishing he had been kissing
Portia.
Before
Martin could brace himself, Josie leaned back and rudely fondled his genitals
through his underpants. He gasped in shock, and his body tensed as much as it
could within it's restrained bondage while the eager girl brazenly fondled the
erection hidden away behind the material. His face burned crimson at her
intimate exploration.
"Mmmm...
nice and stiff..." Josie giggled, squeezing him gently and then adding
more pressure as her hands explored his masculine secrets.
"Noooo!"
Martin whimpered in protest. "Not there... don't touch me there...
please!" He wrestled as much as he could at each wrist and ankle
restraint, but quickly acknowledged the futility of his struggle, especially
with the girl sitting firmly on top of his belly. He was trapped and could do
nothing to stop the girl doing what she wanted - just like the pictures she had
shown him moments ago.
"Ohhh
yes Martin..." Josie grinned. "You're proper excited right now aren't
you? Hmmm? I can feel it..."
"Please
stop... It feels so..."
"It
feels soooo good... I know," Josie interrupted. "Was it the milkshake
that made you tingle? Or was it the pictures of the boy being wanked off like
that? By a girl..."
Martin's
mind was fogging with the all too familiar confusing cocktail of emotional
toil. Arousal balanced with shame. Excitement balanced with humiliation. Oh,
how good it felt to tingle in this way... but the burning crimson heat in his
cheeks... the beating of his heart... the runaway nervous butterflies drumming
inside his tummy. Being dominated by a girl. Several girls... His fear at what
it signified... what it said about him... and his gender.
"Mmmmgghh...
Please stop..." Martin pleaded once more, his voice cracking with
desperation as he continued to succumb to the grinning, groping girl's hand. He
was anxious to draw his knees together... to hide away his shameful private
parts... to get them out of reach of the gleeful girl sitting on top of him. But
he couldn't... "I feel weird... I don't think I can take much more...
Please Josie... I'll do anything... just please stop... STOP it...
please..."
"Would
you kiss me again if I stopped feeling you?" Josie asked playfully,
maintaining her contact with the boy's privates.
"Yes...
please stop..." Martin agreed, visibly struggling with himself. "I
will kiss you..."
"Would
you kiss my 'cunny' Martin?" Eager for her to stop her invasion of his
privacy, Martin quickly agreed without fully thinking through what she had
said. Instead, he welcomed the respite from her fondling of his boyhood when
her hand finally left his crotch.
"Thank
you... yes I will..." Martin blushed, his thoughts finally catching up
with him.
"I see
a wet spot in his pants!!" Stephanie observed mirthfully, sharing a quiet
snigger with Melissa.
"Well...
little boy is all hot and bothered and excited hmmmm?" Josie teased,
adopting a mischievous, commanding candor, mirroring what she had seen and read
in the collection of magazines that the girls had studied. "Too bad that
we have to stop after Martin's kissed me again... eh girls?"
"You
better make the most of that kiss then Josie..." Portia beamed knowingly,
pleased with the progress she was seeing in her new protégés.
Wasting no further
time, Josie giggled and eagerly moved position, sliding up from Martin's belly,
over his chest and positioning herself to kneel up either side of his neck,
resting her pantied crotch on his chin. After a brief pause to adjust her
weight and balance, Josie finally inched forward until her crotch, separated
only by her feminine panties rested firmly on the boy's mouth.
Martin was
struck dumb by the girl's crotch in such proximity to his lips, rendering him
silent but for his breathing. He quickly realised that that he could smell
her... smell her secret girlish scent. It was a curious feeling and an equally
curious aroma that left him giddy with ashamed arousal. He liked it. But
thoughts flitted through his mind that even if he didn't like, if he wanted her
to stop, or wanted her to get away from him, he couldn't prevent her doing what
she wanted. It was horrible to think about... but his body, particularly his
aroused parts, felt good...
"Kiss
me Martin..." Josie whispered. "Kiss me now... and worship your
Queen... slave boy..." She gradually began to move her crotch around on
his mouth, encouraging the captive boy to commence his task and copying what
she had seen in the magazines.
The heat of
Josie's private parts, radiated through the material of her panties as she
slowly gyrated her sex over Martin's mouth, then up and down over his nose. He
was in no doubt that the captivating scent from between her legs and the warmth
meant that Josie was as equally aroused as he was... Both though, aroused for
similar and many contrasting reasons.
Martin
tried his hardest to purse his lips and obediently kiss Josie's crotch through
the fabric that covered it and was struck by the sheer naughtiness of the
situation. The unbridled horniness he felt being so intimate with a girl. It
almost masked his shame, and Portia sensed it, whispering to him in his mind,
"Good
boy Martin... You're doing so well..."
The moment
seemed to last for hours but in fact it lasted barely a minute. It was a
sacred, powerful minute of feminine worship that spawned a desire for more.
Secretly, Martin wanted more... the scent of her girlhood making him feel like a
punch-drunk autumnal wasp buzzing around a sweet still contained in it's
wrapper...
He was
hooked...
As Josie
pulled away, Martin watched the pantied crotch recede from him, licking his
lips unconsciously and noticing the wet spot that his saliva had made on the
outside of her panties. No doubt matching the dampness that he thought may lie
within... And he was able to breath unrestricted, his mind focussing back to
his predicament and his enforced erection. Surely the girls would let him go
now.
"Mmmm,
that felt really nice slave boy..." Josie praised enthusiastically.
"I could get used to that..." Having climbed off the bed, Josie took
up position at Martin's side, her fingers toying with his navel, making him
writhe in an attempt to escape further humiliation from her. The girls giggled
at the futility of his situation. "Gather round girls... it's time to see
the merchandise..."
"W-what?"
Martin stammered with disbelief. "Noooo! You promised... You said that
you'd stop... if I kissed your..." He blushed and felt his fears were
about to come true, the girls had betrayed him. Tricked him.
"Well,
I lied," Josie quipped with no sympathy. "Life's so unfair as I
said... and I can't let a precious moment like this pass, can I?" Melissa,
Stephanie and Portia moved into position at each side of the stricken boy.
As Martin
protested and begged to be let go, Josie moved in for her moment of glory,
taking firm hold of the elastic waistband of his tented underpants.
"Ready?"
Josie grinned up the bed towards Martin. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, she
repeated the question to the other girls. Portia and Melissa nodded eagerly.
"Yes,
come on Josie, pull 'em down..." Stephanie said impatiently. "I want
to see his dick..."
As soon as
he felt Josie begin to tug at the waistband of his underpants, Martin closed
his eyes tightly shut, a familiar routine by now for him in his hopeless
attempts to block out the shame he knew he would feel.
"Noooo,
please... don't do this to me... Please!" he begged one final time as he
felt the material of his underpants finally clear his genitals, feeling the
cool air surround them, knowing that they were now in their view. He could tell
from the accompanying girlish cheering that they were looking right where he
didn't want them to. But he was powerless to stop them...
Martin felt
his erection spring upward until it pointed straight up at the ceiling, saluting
the gathering of young mistresses around the bedside, and betraying him. There..
Martin was exposed. On display. Objectified. Josie had really done it... she'd
tugged his underpants as far as they would go, down to his knees.
Martin was
crestfallen at his latest exposure and humiliation, and barely made any attempt
to protest further when the three new girls began fondling him and playing with
his erection and examining his 'little bag of marbles.'
"And remember,
we've got all afternoon to play with him..." Josie said proudly. "Even
if the naughty little boy cums..."
--
"Oh
that's truly awful," Daniel remarked to his friend on the monitor,
secretly having to adjust the position of his own erection within his jeans.
"I can imagine how that made you feel Martin... And Portia... what did she
do? I mean... with all that going on, how did it happen that you just... you
know... gave in?"
"Well,
I'm getting to that bit..." Martin grinned, finding Daniel's impatience to
know more about what happened ironic. "But it wasn't just a case of just
giving in mate... You have to understand that Portia had obviously planned all
this carefully. It wasn't just a bizarre coincidence that I happened to be
there at that time, on that day with Portia, Josie and her friends."
Martin leaned into the web-cam and talked more quietly as he continued...
"While
the girls were feeling my stiffy, Melissa took a close interest in my pubes...
or at least the initial 'peach fuzz' covering that was there. I felt quite
ashamed about that as I wasn't expecting the girls to tease me about something
like that. I mean, they aren't even real pubes are they? Not at first...
Anyway... Portia went to the bathroom and brought back a pink razor and a spray
can of shaving foam... and guess what? They shaved my dick and balls and bottom
smoother than I was before."
"Well,
I can relate to that alright..." Daniel replied quietly, recalling his
'hospital' visit with Portia and Zoe only too well while his penis lurched
within his pants.
Martin
continued his account...
--
"There...
all smooth, just like a baby..." Josie announced proudly, after wiping his
genitals clear of remaining cream, and placing the razor and towel down on the
bedside cabinet.
"Yeah!"
Melissa added with a chuckle. "A baby-smooth slave boy... it's suits
him."
"Okay...
my turn..." Portia announced, moving herself into position adjacent to
Martin's newly denuded crotch. The other girls moved back slightly as Portia
rubbed her hand over the boy's bald pubis, examining Josie's handiwork and nodding
her approval before gently gripping his young leaking erection in her hand.
"Mmmm..."
Martin cooed with the exquisite touch she offered to his private parts. He was
relaxing... submitting... and welcoming, consenting her control over him.
"Yeah...
sexy slave boy likes Portia doing this hmmmm?" she whispered soothingly as
she gently stroked her clasping hand up and down the length of his sex.
Masturbating him. Taming him.
"Mmmm...
yesss... Portia... Ohhhh god... Mmmmmm..." Martin sighed, relaxing further
and dreamily closing his eyes...
"Let's
see how long we can keep you going before you show us your cum... hmmm?"
she soothed, continuing her hand action... up and down... up and down...
squeezing... controlling... gently... firmer... The moisture oozed from the tip
of his cock, lubricating the outside of his foreskin, and leaving a slippery,
shiny coating...
"Wow
is he cumming already?" Melissa asked curiously.
"No
silly," Portia smiled, pausing her masturbation of the boy's penis.
"It's just his body getting ready for sex... Like our pussies get all
tickly and slippery when we're excited... well... boys leak too... It's often
called 'pre-cum...' Though I hate that term... Sounds so... slutty." Portia
began her masturbatory actions again, this time grasping Martin's cock just
underneath the bulbous head, her first tug being sure enough to draw back the
lubricated foreskin fully. The other three girls gasped when his purple-grey
tip came into view and Martin sighed as he felt the foreskin retract with a
familiar 'pop' sensation as it settled into place.
'Mmmmm,
Portia...' Martin sounded in his mind. 'Oh gosh... that feels so nice... Please
help me get away from here... let me go... Mmmmm... need to cum...'
'Shhhh
Martin...' Portia replied softly through his thoughts. 'You don't have to
run... it's only us girls here... and you... I can tell you're enjoying the
attention... You're enjoying how your body feels... especially down there in
your horny willy...'
'But the
girls... they tease me... and say and do some horrid things... Even you... It's
so cruel sometimes...'
'It doesn't
always have to be that way... focus on what really makes you feel good when
we're together... What feels good when you're with me... Hmmm? Oh it could be
so wonderful if you'd join us... There's so much we could do together...' And
with that, Portia stopped her masturbation of him again, leaving his hairless
and boyish erection sternly upright and flexing on it's own in front of the
other girls.
Having
moved position, Portia leaned in and gently suckled Martin's cock into her
mouth...
"Mmmmmnngghh...
Ohhhh god..." Martin sighed with the sensation of Portia's lips closing
around his young cock... feeling her tongue swirling around each side... and
underneath... and around the sensitive and ticklish tip... around the sensitive
little frenulum. "Mmmmmm... Portia... that feels... Ohhhh, no, it's so
naughty..."
"Oh my
god," Melissa offered in disbelief. "She's put his cock in her
mouth... she's sucking him off!"
"You
go girl!" Josie giggled at the spectacle. What was clear was that Josie,
Melissa and Stephanie, whilst not expecting Portia to put Martin's penis in her
mouth, had the utmost respect for her for doing so. She was brave, and in
command... unlocking other possibilities in their minds. She could do what she
wanted. The fact that Martin appeared to be enjoying it was just a by-product
of what they were doing.
It wasn't
long before Portia could sense that Martin was approaching his climax. As he ventured
towards heightened arousal, Portia allowed his penis to slip frustratingly from
her mouth, his moisture mixed rudely with her saliva around the length of his
boyhood, standing as tall as it could, and 'brave.'
The muscle
at the base of his cock flexed once more of it's own accord and leaving Martin
to wonder curiously what was going to follow next...
Martin
allowed himself to open his eyes once more, especially so since he heard the
sound of a button popping open, and the rustling sound of clothing being
removed. He watched with growing lust as Portia removed her denim shorts,
leaving her clad in just her simple design white t-shirt and flimsy, erotic
looking pair of black knickers. Focussing on her knickers, like any
impressionable boy like him would, Martin noticed that they appeared almost
translucent... so very close to being able to make out the taut lines of her
hidden cunny.
The
imprisoned boy swallowed hard and pondered quickly what Portia was going to do.
"Portia...
I... I..." he began with a nervous stammer, his nervousness betraying him
more than any feelings of humiliation at that point.
"Shhhhh
Martin... be a good slave boy for me..." Portia interrupted with a
commanding, but gentle whisper. Martin obeyed, and silently admired her beauty
anew, biting his lip anxiously as he watched her gracefully, and expertly mount
the bed upon which he remained tied. "There's a good boy..." With
those words, just like Josie had done previously, Portia sat first astride
Martin's belly and then scooted up his torso so that her crotch nestled over
his mouth. As she moved into position, Martin was sure he saw the fleeting soft
outline of her sex indented into the fabric of her panties. Mysterious, hidden
folds of secret girlish wonder.
Martin was
giddy with feelings of arousal and helplessness as his young mistress jostled
into position, carefully ensuring her balance and spreading her weight. Breathing,
he could smell her sex... her scent etched forever on his senses through her
panties... pungent... warm... erotic... captivating and feminine. He couldn't
find the words in his mind to describe it... the smell of her vagina. It was
naughty, he knew that. It was supposed to be private... secret... But
seductive, a sweet, sexually intoxicating body odour... He was hooked. And so
was she... the heat of her pussy, enclosed in her panties evidence enough for
him that there was a dampness there inside... she was sexually aroused too. He
felt embarrassed and glad at the same time. He wanted to be happy and he wanted
her to be happy too.
"Josie,
Melissa and Stephanie... I want you to take turns wanking him... nice and slowly...
And don't you dare make him cum until I say... You know what to do... just like
you did with 'Harry The Bastard,'" Portia commanded. The other three girls
nodded their agreement and gleefully set about their task, leaving Martin
unsure as to which girl was playing with his erection, which girl was wanking
him. He didn't know whether the 'not knowing who' part was more humiliating.
But the collective and focussed giggles were enough to make him feel humiliated
anyway as they commenced their task.
"And
you Martin," Portia whispered quietly as though she were addressing a
timid kitten, "kiss my pussy... I know you want to..."
Martin
obeyed and pursed his lips as best he could and began a kissing action across
her crotch. Portia sighed and tightened her knees around his head when he
began, and slowly moved her crotch from his mouth, over his nose and back to
his mouth again. Slow, circular movements between his breathing, enabling him
to worship her young femininity, and intimately make her feel good.
It was
difficult for the preteen boy to fully focus on his task. He wrestled with the
embarrassment of the situation he was in, tied down by his ankles and wrists to
a girl's bed. Three girls were taking it in turns to play with his ball-sac and
masturbate his seemingly endless, tingling young erection, a physical state
intensified with the secret contents of the milkshake they had given him. And
of course, Portia, dominant minx and paradoxical pleasure-giving beauty rubbing
her panty-covered cunny over his mouth and nose.
He felt
excitement in his cock as the girls continued to wank him gently along a slow
and shallow trajectory towards a far distant climax. But then alternately, his
mind would focus on the warm, musky girlhood smothering his nose and mouth,
filling his nostrils with her scent and filling his mind with images and
thoughts of sexual submission. Male submission... inferiority... The feeling of
being conquered by a girl. And how good it felt despite what he knew he should
feel. Or what his mind tricked him into thinking he should feel. After all, Portia
had told him in the swimming pool that many boys are dominated by girls and
that it's actually very natural. Dare he admit she was right? Dare he submit?
The fearsome, shameful thoughts of submitting, and being controlled by a girl
stimulated him as much as her actually doing it... It always made him feel
good. In the end. Was he going mad?
'Ohhhh Portia,'
Martin sounded in his mind. 'I don't know what to think... I don't know what to
do... Mmmmmm, oh god... This feels soooo naughty... I tingle all over...'
'Such a
sweet boy... a caring boy, so sensitive...' Portia replied through his mind,
allowing the hard little bump of her clitoris to nudge repeatedly at his nose
as she gently rode his face. 'It's why I love being with you... I love doing
this with you... It's why I want you to be with me... forever... Mmmmm, good
boy... Use your tongue too... let it feel my warmth for you...'
And Martin
complied, allowing his tongue to tentatively push out from between his lips...
He first felt the dry, tickly-abrasive nature of the material of her panties
soak up the saliva from his inexperienced tongue. Then he sensed the warmth
radiating from between her legs as it spread over his tongue too. He was amazed
to feel it probe and press between what he identified as the folds of her pussy
through the flimsy material of her panties... his saliva continuing to dampen
the material and mix with the slipperiness of her own arousal on the other side
of the fabric.
'Ohhhh
god... Portia...' Martin thought, punctuated with his excited breathing. I'm
being wanked... and I can... I can feel your pussy with my tongue... I can...
ohhh I'm being wanked off by girls... and... you're rubbing your... self on my
face... Ohhhh it's sooo naughty... but... it feels good... Mmmmm... ooohhhh, I
can taste you Portia... It shouldn't be allowed. It's so warm... so soft...
This shouldn't be happening...'
'Martin,
you're such a handsome boy... good boy... kiss me there... It's not wrong at
all... if you enjoy it... and I can feel that you enjoy it... Mmmmm, yes...
Right there... Mmmmm... If you submit to me and become my slave boy forever, things
could be so good for us. We'd never get older, we'd never die and we'd have all
kinds of fun like this...'
'I still
don't understand... I feel so ashamed when you do things like this to me...
It's humiliating...'
'But it
feels so good as well hmmmm? Think about it... it makes you feel good in the
end, and if we shared our life together, think about what we could do... We
could travel and see the whole world and never get a day older... We could have
all the fun and naughtiness we wanted... But we have to feed...'
'Feed?'
Martin sounded, briefly pausing and returning his tongue into his mouth.
'Yes
Martin...' Portia replied sincerely. 'I'll be honest with you... I'm a
succubus... all the girls like me are...'
'Charley
too? What's a succubus?'
'Yep...
Charley too... It's complicated... Being a succubus just means we're special...
but we have a curse... And in order to stay the way we are, we have to feed.
But it isn't only food we need. We feed on certain emotions we sense in our
partners... What you feel as embarrassment, being naked in front of girls,
being jerked off and kissing my pussy... flows into me as energy... enough
energy I would get from eating a week's worth of French fries... Your emotions
keep me like this... and I want you to be part of it... I want you to share in
ALL of our secrets...'
As Melissa,
Stephanie and Josie continued their intimate alternating masturbation of his
genitals, Martin paused to think about what Portia had just said. She continued
her slow gyration of her pantied crotch over his mouth and nose, driving
herself towards her own climax.
'But...
what happens if I join you?' Martin asked in his mind, his curiosity piqued
once more and his tongue resuming it's battle with the dominating girl-sex
pressing down onto it. 'Mmmmm... Do I have to humiliate somebody like you do to
me? I mean... I don't think I could do that... I'm not... I'm not that kind of
boy...'
'No... it's
very different for boys... The curse means that girls are always dominant...
girls are always in charge... If you joined us, being a boy, you would have to feed
by submitting to a girl... like you are at the moment...'
'By being
tickled against my will... by being stripped naked... by having my cock played
with and while being tied up? That kind of thing? That would feed us both?'
Martin enquired, a sickening empty 'tone' of denial and rebellion in his
'voice.'
'Yes
Martin...'
'Why would ANY
boy want that? Why would a boy submit to being a girl's plaything for the rest
of time? You can't expect a boy to submit to that freely surely? It's cruel...
it's... mean...'
'Oh
Martin... I know it's difficult to understand... but you have to see it as a
small price to pay for being able to stay nice and young and with someone you
love and do things that other people just can't do...'
Martin
continued to kiss his captor's pussy through her panties, his tongue pushing up
into the material, seeking to unconsciously survey her barely hidden furrow, jousting
bravely with her bulbous little clitoris. All the while she maintained her
rubbing, gyrations over his mouth and back and forth over his nose. He was mulling
things over in his mind, aware that Portia was able to read and hear everything
going on in his mind. This was a time for straight thinking... this was about
his destiny... And whether he thought enough of Portia to put her in command of
his eternal existence.
'Would I
ever get to see you without any clothes on in return?' Martin asked shyly
through his thoughts.
'Oh Martin,
you're adorable... of course you would...'
'And we
really would live forever? Together? Like a boyfriend and girlfriend?'
'Yes... but
with the girl in charge obviously...'
'And we
would be able to really travel the world? And I'd still get to see my best
friend Daniel? No gimmicks and no shit?'
'Yes...'
'Would we
ever have sex?' he asked, boldly changing the direction of his thoughts. Even
contemplating having actual sex with a girl scared him, but it intrigued him
too, even after everything that 'they' had done together... what she had done
to him. 'I mean... I don't want to be a virgin for the rest of time...'
'One day...
when you've earned it... I mean, I'm still a virgin too you know... And naturally,
I'd be in charge of course... but I would... like to... fuck... you...' And
with that, Portia emphasised her words by pressing her crotch down harder over
Martin's nose and mouth, tightening the grip of his head between her thighs and
almost making herself cum.
As Martin
kissed and licked her crotch through the material of her damp knickers, he weighed
up all the evidence that Portia had presented to him, and for once his mind was
clear as to how things worked and why they worked that way. Portia had answered
his curiosity and had helped explain his recent experiences.
'What if I
didn't want to join you?' Martin suddenly asked through his thoughts, wanting
to understand even more.
'Well, I
like you so much... you know that... I'm so fond of you... in fact I need
you... So... I'd still come and visit you... and have fun with you... Because
of what I am, I need to feed... And I would keep doing it until I lost interest
in you... and had to find someone else...'
'Why would
you lose interest in me?' Martin asked curiously. He was eager to understand
just how a girl like Portia might lose interest in him. Would she get bored, or
just simply find a different boy to play with? Would he ever find another girl
like Portia? Pretty Portia who made him feel good, despite everything? Why
would she lose interest?
'Well...
duh!! At some point, unless you join, you're gonna get old...'
'Oh yeah...
Shit...' He felt stupid for having asked the question, but through his
embarrassment, he was satisfied with the simplicity of her answer. He welcomed
her honesty... her levelling with him.
'But
remember, you only get one chance to join...' Portia warned stoically.
At the
other end of his body, Martin's thoughts were temporarily diverted to the three
girls playing with his private parts, still rudely erect, still being
masturbated and now making his testicles ache for release. He didn't care... he
was with Portia... he had bonded...
'Okay...
Portia... Errmm... oh shit... I'm... I'm ready for the question...'
--
"And
that's what happened Daniel," Martin said softly, and sincerely, turning
his head away from the camera briefly and then back to stare at Daniel. "She
asked me the question and I said yes... I joined her..."
"And
you're happy?" Daniel asked quietly. "I mean, really happy?"
"Oh
shit yeah! I couldn't think of anything better than being able to stay young
and live forever... It's so like Peter Pan... but with all the rude stuff
hehehe..."
Martin
explained that after submitting to be Portia's life mate, she had commanded the
three other girls to make him cum. Then, making full use of the contents of the
milkshake, each girl got a turn to milk him until his last orgasm was actually
dry. And still his erection wouldn't quit. But Martin didn't care any more...
he was Portia's and he liked it. Apart from nearly getting caught in Josie's
house by her mum... that was a whole different story for another day. He and
Daniel laughed at that.
And Martin
also explained more about the mysterious bully, 'Harry The Bastard.' It turned
out that Josie, Melanie and Stephanie had since become fledgling Leopold
Succubae in league with Portia, Charley and the others. While Melanie and
Stephanie had found other boys in the neighbourhood to 'play' with and look to
recruit as their life-slaves, Josie had decided to firmly take control of
Harry. He still had to receive several years' worth of bullying pay back.
"How
do you mean?" Daniel asked, keen to know as much as possible. And Martin
explained the situation...
"Yes,
and sometimes, Josie, Melissa and Stephanie get together and remind him of his crimes.
Only yesterday, they 'visited' him in his bedroom and made him wear girls'
panties before doing what they do best. I'm not sure Josie really wants Harry
to be her life slave... I think she just likes tormenting him for what he tried
to do to Stephanie. Whoever she chooses as a life partner is going to be a
sorry boy!" Martin finished with an ironic giggle.
--
When the
call finally finished, Daniel was still sitting on an emotional fence. He
didn't know which thoughts and ideas to trust. He was pleased to have spoken to
his friend Martin and seen him so happy, and of course getting to clarify as
much detail as he could about what girls like Portia and Charley were all about.
And at times he reasoned that it wasn't bad... and he caught himself thinking
that Martin had made the right choice.
Then he
became deflated... and depressed when his thoughts drifted back to his own real
life situation and how miserable it had become between him and his family
through no fault of his own. How isolated he felt. Frustrated and not least
embarrassed knowing what his family knew about him and what they had planned
for him. His social life... his school life... his circumcision... Oh god...
the circumcision...
The storm
continued to rage outside, the thunder and lightning still illuminating the
late afternoon darkness
‘Should I just give in now too? Is it really possible to live like that? Oh
god I'm so miserable... What's happening to me? I wish Martin was here... I
wish Charley was here. Oh bollocks... what am I saying? Yeah sure, Charley's
really pretty... She's so captivating... and makes me fond of her... but she's
so cruel most of the time. But then... I can't deny it can I? It feels better
with her than it does here at home... she's fond of me... seems to care for
me... and she always makes me feel good... in the end.'
"Fuck!
I just don't know..." Daniel called out loud, stamping his foot
boisterously on the floor out of frustration and confusion. "And it's
school again tomorrow... Brilliant fucking weekend huh? Great way to finish the
school holiday."
Daniel
stood up quickly from his desk chair and began to make his way back to his bed
for another bout of horizontal thinking, and accompanying worrying. He turned
the volume back up on the bedside radio, but before he had chance to understand
what music was playing on it, he found himself surrounded by the warm milky
white light... then the floor tumbling away from him.
Daniel was
falling once more... the wind whistling past his ears at an unfathomable speed,
out of control in a downward spiral and bathed in the light... He knew that
Charley was coming for him again... his mind spinning out of control and he
fell... feeling as though it would never end... feeling sick... giddy... losing
focus and losing consciousness.
--
When Daniel
began to regain his senses, he found himself in very unfamiliar surroundings.
He first noticed that his attire was befitting of that he had seen in war
films... scenes from the 1940s and the Second World War. He was a school boy. He
was wearing dark grey short trousers that appeared to be made of a thick, hard
wearing material. Plain and simple grey socks came up to just below his knees
and on his feet were austere looking black shoes that had seen better days. His
shirt was white, or it was meant to be, covered as it was with smatterings of soot
and everyday grime. Lastly, around his neck, he wore a simple green and red striped
school tie.
Daniel
tried to move, but found that he was securely fastened at both his ankles and his
wrists... Lifting his head to try and see more clearly, it became apparent that
he was tied down to a mattress, flat on his back, and secured by skipping
ropes.
Looking
round, Daniel could now recognise that he was in the bombed out ruins of a
house... This was wartime London perhaps. Though he was in part of the house
that was still blessed with a roof, he could see the piles of rubble and broken
furniture scattered around what must have once been somebody's lounge. A singed
lamp shade rested on it's side, barely a metre from his feet. Elsewhere, sad
looking destruction... smashed crockery, a headless teddy-bear sitting in the
charred remains of a toy pram... and a tired old tobacco stained painting
hanging at an odd angle against a damaged wall. The fruits of world war. It
smelled old... fusty and damp... and he felt cold.
"Hello?"
Daniel called, seeing the steamy vapor stream from his mouth when he spoke.
"Anyone there?" With that, he tried to wrestle free from the skipping
ropes that tied him down to the mattress. But he found that he couldn't move
from his position... only wriggle and writhe. "HELLO? Can anyone help me?
I can't move..."
Before he
could think about calling out anything more, Daniel heard two distant voices
approaching. Girls' voices.
"Stay
here..." he finally made out one of the voices. "I'll go
check..." Before long Daniel could smell coconut balm and recognised
Charley's approach before he saw her.
"Ch...
Charley what's going on?" Daniel said quickly, but quietly and with concern.
"Where am I? What's happening here?" He noticed her attire was
equally that of a 1940s school child, obviously being a girl though, Charley wore
girls' clothing. A simple pale green dress that appeared to button up the front,
white socks up to her knees and wearing scuffed, weather beaten brown buckled
shoes. She also wore a dark green woollen cardigan.
"Sshhhh...
keep quiet," Charley instructed, kneeling down and stroking his forehead.
"This is important..." and Charley began to speak to him through his
mind.
'Daniel...
my sweetheart,' she began softly and earnestly. 'I know Martin has told you a
lot about us... It's good that you know... And I feel the time is right to show
you where my story began... what I'm about to show you is what happened that
first time, all those years ago...'
'Charley I
don't understand... where are we? What first time? I'm cold... I...'
'Shhhhh...
it's... this is what happened when I became what I am... the first time... with
a boy...'
'But... it
doesn't matter... I...'
And Charley
began to whisper under her breath, Daniel noticing that her lips were not
moving and was barely able to make out any of the words she was mouthing. It
was all very mysterious and he was becoming scared. He was going to protest but
found that he couldn't speak.
'I'm sorry
Daniel... you know how very fond I am of you... But you need to see this... you
need to experience this... so you know everything about me. You need to
understand what happened that first time... and you'll understand why I need
you... why I am so fond of you and why I want to be with you...' Charley
continued to stroke his head softly with the back of her hand, then traced her
fingers down his cheek.
Daniel went
to mouth something again and she recognised his struggle and confusion through
his thoughts. 'Yes, I'm sorry... the only words you can say are those of the
boy that was actually here... in this bombed-out house in London back then. Oh
god this is so confusing, I know. Please trust me Daniel... please... And remember,
what I say to you here and what happened here is only what happened between me
and the other boy... This is my story... not yours... be brave for me... you
always feel good... in the end...'
Daniel was
very concerned by her words, she seemed more serious than ever before. Solemn
even... She had brought him here to play the part of the boy she encountered
that first time... Kind of like an outer body, but inner-body experience...
This was beyond his comprehension... But through the series of visits that
Charley had made to him, Daniel knew enough about her and their often magical experiences
together to recognise when to relent and trust his young mistress.
Daniel did
trust her... and timidly nodded his head. His heart was beating quickly as a
consequence of the mysteriousness of this latest visit... it was exhilarating.
"Okay
Gwen... you can come through now..." Charley called out brightly to
another girl still unseen by Daniel.
The second
girl, looking to be about ten years of age slowly shuffled into what was left
of the room they were in and appeared at his side...
'Gwen,'
Daniel surmised in his mind, watching her staring intently down at him. She
wore a smirk of satisfaction on her face that slightly unsettled him as she
noticed his predicament. 'Pretty eyes... mousy brown hair... pig-tails...
button nose... grinning at me...' He noticed Gwen's attire was similar to
Charley's, but she wore a pale yellow dress, showing signs of having been
playing in the ruins - stained with dirt in places. Her wool cardigan was dark brown
and appeared to have a button missing from the bottom. Her shoes looked as though
they were years old, possibly second or third hand. She was pretty, no doubt
there... a pretty cheeky looking urchin... But it was obvious between all three
children that their day to day environment was very challenging... wartime
poverty very evident. Daniel felt sad for them, knowing what he did about the
war.
“Wow... you really got him tied up?"
Gwen enthused, still grinning down at the restrained boy at her feet. "I
didn't think you were serious when you knocked the door and said you'd found a
boy to play with..."
"Of course..." Charley replied
demurely. "Daniel here
agreed to come with me to the den and play ‘prisoner of war’ with us… I got him
to let me tie him up, on the understanding that we'd both show him our knickers… But I
tricked him see Gwen? Now, he's all tied up and can’t move… he’s our prisoner! So we can interrogate
him and... do what we want…"
Daniel gulped and wanted to protest...
'Prisoner? Knickers? Interrogation?' Daniel
sounded in his mind. 'Den? Oh god... what's happening?' To his dismay, he felt
a stirring in his loins... becoming aroused by the helplessness of his
situation... tricked by girls... tied down by girls and helpless to stop them
doing what they want... all sorts of images flashed through his mind...
Gwen chuckled...
"You ever seen a boy’s ‘thing’ before?” Charley suddenly asked the other girl with
confidence in her voice.
“No, never! But I’d really like to see…"
Gwen replied equally upbeat and with curiosity in mind. She clenched her fists with excitement. "My older sister says that
boys are real funny looking down there and not to let them 'take advantage' of
me… especially to keep 'em away from my whatsit... But is that what we’re going to
do? You know… get ‘is thing out?”
“Yes… just do what I say… This’ll be real fun!” Charley assured.
"Wh-what? No!! You can't do that...
This isn't fair..." Daniel remarked, finally able to say something, even
if they were the words spoken by a boy a long time ago... a boy in peril.
"I'd never have let you tie me up if I thought that's what you were going
to do... Let me go!! I'll tell... I'll tell your mum and you'll be smacked hard
for this... probably with your pants down too! I will... I'll tell..."
"Shut up Danny," Charley scolded
down at him. "It's just us two girls here... and anyway, you agreed to
play... AND you demanded that in return you wanted us to pull up our dresses
and show our knickers to you... So you're no saint... And as for getting a
spanking... it would be worth it to get to see what a boy looks like... So...
let's start then shall we? Nazi boy..."
"I'm not a Nazi..." Daniel
protested quickly, his heart racing in his chest, wrestling again to try and
free himself from the skipping ropes. He needed to find a way of escape as fast
as he could.
The two girls ignored him, and Charley moved
out of Daniel's view to a slightly damaged gramophone player. She quickly wound
up the player and carefully placed the needle onto the record. Though the
trumpet part of the machine had a piece cracked and missing from the big end,
it still worked. The needle jumped a couple of times before it settled into the
groove of the record spinning on the deck. And the music played...
A late 1930s big-band played the
introduction to a song sung by Al Bowlly... it was called 'Midnight The Stars
And You...' It was haunting...
"Your
father is a German... which makes you... a Nazi boy..." Charley sneered,
bending down at Daniel's side and looking directly into his eyes.
"Yeah,"
Gwen joined in bitterly. "You shouldn't even be over 'ere... Flamin'
German! You lot should be ashamed..."
"But...
I was born in England..." Daniel explained weakly. "My parents left
Germany years ago... long before all this..."
"Well
we reckon you're a spy..." Charley grinned curtly. "And we've got you
caught..."
"Yeah...
you're our prisoner..." Gwen added mercilessly. "What'chya think
about that... Nazi boy?"
"I'm
not... a Nazi... please... don't do this... I'm English... I hate the
war..." Daniel said quietly. "Please... I don't want to play any
more... Let me go..."
"Tell
us who you are passing information too..." Charley remarked, enjoying her
role as inquisitor. "Who are you working with?"
"Nobody...
I'm not a spy... honest... I don't know anything..." Daniel replied
adamantly, shaking his head in denial, and hoping to convince the girls not to
be nasty to him. But Charley wasn't done... she leaned over and took hold of
his nose, pinching his nostrils tightly closed.
"No...
schtop... pwease... let go..." Daniel implored as best he could, his voice
distorted by the fingers holding his nose closed, making him sound silly and
forcing him to breath through his mouth. The girls giggled and mimicked his
distorted, wheezing voice.
"Tell
us who you are working with, and who you are giving information too..."
Charley repeated her demand for information, finally letting go of the boy's
nose. Instead, her fingers found their way to his arm pits and commenced a
tickling assault.
"Nobody..."
Daniel spat in protest, writhing helplessly to try and escape Charley's
tickling fingers and determined not to laugh or giggle at the sensation.
"Gwen,
you tickle the other side..." Charley instructed. And the younger girl
eagerly moved into position on the other side of Daniel's wriggling body. Soon
enough, the two girls were giggling together at the boy's pointless attempts to
escape, and Daniel was blustering between his own giggles that the girls were
forcing from him.
Daniel was
becoming red with exertion and humiliation as the girls continued to tickle him
against his will, accompanied by the feeling of not being able to get away from
them. He was trapped.
"No!
Plleaasee... a-hahaaah ha... STOP IT... please... No more!" Daniel whined
as the girls tickled him. "Please Charley... stop... I'm ahhaaahh-haha not
working with anyone..."
"Well... Nazi or not," Charley said,
bringing her tickle torture to an end. "You're still a boy... and you were
trespassing here… and you must be punished…" Daniel barely had time to recover from the tickling he had
received, but he noticed menace in Charley's eyes when she spoke.
"Trespass?" Daniel asked, panting
and trying to regain his composure. "No... You asked me to come here... I...
wasn't..." With that, Charley placed a finger over his mouth to silence
him. She leaned in close to him to make sure he could see into her eyes...
“But yes Daniel Engel... This den is for GIRLS only…" Charley announced proudly. "Because GIRLS... are BETTER than boys… aren't they?" Daniel swallowed,
but found his mouth dry as Charley spoke to him, nervous tension fluttering in
his tummy and feeling his cheeks warm with crimson shame as he took in her
words. He began to shake his head and try to say 'no.' "Go on..."
Charley continued with disdain, "admit it…"
"No... I won't... I don't want
to..." Daniel whimpered, shaking his head again.
"Admit it..." Charley insisted
once more, "OR we’ll take out
your 'thing' and laugh at you…”
Gwen
chuckled at what her older friend had threatened, smirking down once more at
the helpless boy. Herself becoming as aroused as the older girl at the
possibility of humiliating the boy and getting to see his boy parts.
Daniel
meanwhile was faced with a humiliating crossroads... Either betray his gender
and his previous cognitive beliefs and admit something that was
incomprehensible as a member of the 'stronger, dominant sex.' Or, be powerless
to stop the girls from carrying out their threat to expose his private parts.
His loins warmed with arousal that he wanted to ignore while he rationalised
what he was going to do. It was a horrible dilemma for a twelve year old boy...
"Last
warning... Admit it... and we'll let you go... And if you don't... you know
what we'll do..." Charley instructed impatiently, allowing her hand to rub
over the boy's chest and down towards his tummy... urging him to make a
decision quickly before it was too late.
"Nooo!
Stop!" Daniel bleated quickly at Charley's touch, making his body tense
and tight as it could in a vain attempt to block her path. He was getting concerned
at how close her hand was getting to the belt of his shorts. "Okay...
okay," he gasped and breathed hard with shame and reluctance. He closed
his eyes... "Girls are better than boys..." There... he'd said it... too
embarrassed to acknowledge either of the grinning girls.
"Yep...
we are... and don't you forget it!" Gwen remarked gleefully. Daniel's eyes
opened again and he looked briefly at her, but was aware that Charley was still
very close to his face. Feeling her breath on his cheek, his attention soon
drifted back to look at her... into her eyes... eyes that showed him contempt.
She looked, victorious... superior.
"Hmmmm,
girls are better..." she giggled quietly, her voice almost singing, and
signalling to her younger friend to join in. "Girls are better than
boys... girls are better than boys." Soon, both girls were chanting the
phrase, as they continued to tease their boy prisoner, reminding him of what he
had said... what he admitted.
It made
Daniel feel as though he was inferior... the 'sing-song' way in which the girls
were teasing him made it feel as though girls really were better. He wanted to
prove them wrong... he wanted a chance to prove himself and his gender somehow...
But he couldn't move... He felt angry... he felt ashamed, but his crotch still
felt warm and tingly, feeling the muscle at the base of his cock flex. His
cheeks burned and it wasn't much longer before he felt a tear threatening to
fall from his eye as the girls teased him.
"Okay,
that's enough of that..." Charley suddenly interrupted the chanting, and
Daniel's thoughts. "We got a boy to admit that girls are better, so it
must be true... And Gwen... now it's time to see what our boy-prisoner has got
that we haven't..." As Gwen giggled with excitement, Daniel's protests
began anew...
"No
STOP!" Daniel shouted with despair. Horrified to realise that the girls
really had tricked him... "You said you'd let me go if I said that girls
were better... Noooo!" He wriggled and writhed on the mattress and against
the skipping ropes that held him tightly secure harder than ever. His effort
made his wrists rub so hard on the rope that he felt the friction burning him. "Nooo...
please... don't do this to me... I don't want you to do that... Don't! You
promised!!"
Daniel
Engel was mortified. He didn't feel cold anymore... he was red with rage and
impending fear and embarrassment at the prospect of two girls getting to see
his private parts. They said they were going to laugh at him... And still he
wrestled against the skipping ropes, those treacherous feminine tokens of his
bondage.
Charley
motioned for Gwen to make more room as both girls kneeled at Daniel's side. The
older girl rubbed her hands over Daniel's belly playfully before she reached
her target. With girlish naivety, Charley fumbled with the buckle of Daniel's
belt...
"Noooo!
Stop it..." he protested vehemently, so desperate to get the girls to
stop. "Get off me... I'll tell... I really will..." But Charley
carried on regardless, succeeding in dislodging the buckle from the clasp and
fully opening the belt so it rested either side of the boy's waist. "Nnnnngghghh...
get off... stop!"
Daniel
Engel felt so vulnerable, even with just his belt unfastened... he'd never
experienced anything like this before... the feeling of having his belt loosened
and opened by a girl... and whatever would come next... It was devastating...
but exciting. How could it be exciting when he didn't want it to happen? He
didn't want to feel any more shame... but his crotch tingled... a girl had
unfastened his belt... and now she was feeling for the top button of his
shorts...
"Noooo!
Please Charley..." Daniel whimpered, his heavy disturbed breathing disrupting
his speech.
"We're
gonna see you..." Charley teased again, fiddling with the top button of
his school shorts... "We're gonna see your 'thing...' and you can't stop us!"
"Nooo!
STOP!! You mustn't... it's not fair..."
But Charley
was able to pop the top button of his shorts open and her nimble fingers snaked
down to the second one, while Daniel continued to beg for mercy and struggle
against the skipping ropes. His wrists were red raw with friction burns such
was his terror.
Charley
giggled as she managed to get the second button of the boy's shorts unfastened,
leaving one more button to go.
'Please
god,' Daniel begged for heavenly intervention as he felt the second button pop
free. 'Please don't let her do this... It's not fair... she's a girl... two
girls... Nooo! Don't let them see my willy... PLEASE...' He was praying for
Charley to struggle for evermore with his third and final button. He didn't
want to be exposed in front of two girls.
"Noooo...
please," he begged, his voice breaking into sorrowful resignation. With
crimson cheeks, he began to cry... "Please <sob> don't <sniff>
do this to me... Please... stop..."
But Charley
was not to be stopped... her own excitement was building as a result of what
she was doing and how it was making her feel. She'd rarely felt anything so
powerful as the arousal in her loins right then... all because she and her
friend had a boy tied up and powerless to stop them while they were able to
explore him... to humiliate him... to dominate him... whether he deserved it or
not. They had the power, the bravery and the nerve to do it... Not knowing if
today was going to be their last... It was war... it was something 'fun' to
do... And it felt naughty... felt good... and tingly... And it had been so
easy.
Charley's
fingers learned from the experience of the previous two buttons and they made
light work of popping the third button open. She knew that all that separated
her and Gwen from seeing a boy's penis for the first time, was to open his
shorts and pull the top of his underpants down...
"Ready
Gwen?" Charley checked with her younger friend, hoping that they still had
the courage to really expose a boy's private things. Gwen's previous
rambunctious teasing bravado had been replaced with a nervous curiosity and eagerness.
Nonetheless, her pre-pubescent loins twinged with excitement at the thought of
seeing something so naughty. They'd come too far now... and she nodded quickly
to the older girl. The leader.
"Yeah...
do it!" Gwen whispered hurriedly, pressing her thighs tightly together,
secretly longing to touch herself where it made her feel good sometimes.
"Noooo!
STOP... please <sob> have mercy on me..." Daniel sobbed like a
wounded puppy. "I haven't done anything to you... Please don't
<sniff>..."
"That
makes it all the more sweeter..." Charley replied ruthlessly. "We're
gonna see it... and that's all there is to it..."
"Noooo...
don't... I want my mummy..." Daniel cried freely as he felt Charley's
hands tugging his shorts open, revealing his tatty and stained underpants.
"Mummy... help me... please..." he cried. Streams of tears snaked and
withered down his crimson cheeks... ablush with shame and fear. Daniel didn't
know what it was going to be like to have his boy secrets exposed by girls. It
terrified him... They were going to 'see' him... and laugh at him.
"Stop
being such a little baby, Daniel," Charley scolded. "I thought boys
were supposed to be big and brave... You're just a snivelling little baby...
aren't you?" With that, she tugged his shorts open further, the boy's
wriggling enabling her to draw them downwards slightly so they were actually
free of his bottom, laying half mast around his knees.
"Look
at his pants!" Gwen giggled, pointing directly at Daniel's crotch. Such
were the challenges of wartime England, it wasn't always possible to wear clean
underpants every day. Daniel Engel's white underpants showed evidence of being
threadbare in places, and slightly stained with urine at the front... Gwen took
delight in pointing out his slightly soiled underpants. The curious 'lump' made
by his boyhood underneath the material was not un-noticed by either girl too.
Their hearts raced with giddy excitement at what they were doing and what they
were about to see.
Daniel
realised that his protests were futile and that Charley and Gwen were not going
to show mercy to him at all. This was the whole reason they had invited him to
play in the den with them. This was what they wanted all along. He continued to
sob freely as Charley reached for the waistband of his underpants...
When Daniel
felt Charley's fingers sneak purposefully under the waistband of his
underpants, he tensed his body as much as the wrist and ankle restraints would
allow, desperate to draw his knees together and hide his shameful secret jewels.
He closed his eyes and pretended he was far away from there... He prayed that
the girls would stop... There was an agonising pause... as time seemed to slow
right down enabling his terror to build to a crescendo.
Charley
took a deep breath and then drew the front of Daniel's underpants quickly down
as far as she could, her eyes widening in revelation and answered curiosity
when his modest preteen genitals were set free. Gwen's eyes nearly popped out
on stalks too as the hairless, semi-hard and springy looking 'boy-thing' came
into her view for the first time.
Daniel
sobbed, feeling the cool air surrounding his newly exposed private parts,
knowing that for the first time in his life, two girls were staring at him...
right there... between his legs... at his uncovered willy. He felt ashamed...
humbled... but somehow tingling with excitement.
Butterflies
drummed on the inside of all three children - for different reasons. Time
seemed to slow down for the girls too, as they looked and stared in wonder at
the boyish privates rudely on view for them... alternately looking at the tip,
it's foreskin pouting glumly in their direction. The short stubby tube of flesh
sticking out from his pubic region like a small tree branch, lilting to one
side in it's semi-rigid state. And then below, that vulnerable looking creased
little bag of flesh almost out of sight, where his helpless little balls
rested. Both girls took time to lean over and look at his scrotum, eager to
learn as much as they could while they had a boy at their disposal like this.
After the
initial curious wonder of seeing a boy's parts for the first time, the two
girls looked at each other, not quite believing what they had done or what they
were looking at. Then both girls smirked at each other and looked back towards
the boy's naked crotch and started giggling.
"We
can see your thingy... we can see your thingy..." Charley began chanting
cruelly, joined quickly by Gwen. Daniel was sobbing, listening to the girls
making fun of him while he lay there powerless to cover himself from their
view. The muscle at the base of his cock flexed on it's own again beyond his
control and the girls giggled and commented, watching it grow in salute to them
until it pointed straight up to what was left of the room's ceiling. Their
teasing had made him erect.
"Girls
are better than boys... we've seen Daniel's thingy... Girls are better than
boys... He's got a little thingy... He's got dirty underpants..." the
girls chanted... it was all Daniel could hear and focus on while he kept his
eyes tight shut. He couldn't face looking at the girls who were making fun of
him and his private parts.
"I
heard that boys were funny looking between their legs..." Gwen commented,
free of her nerves and now full of excitement once more. "But I didn't
think it looked quite as funny as that... It's like a maggoty worm... a wriggly
little worm!!"
"Yes
it is," Charley agreed, smirking and giggling. "Hey, I heard about
this from Violet Harrison down Farley Street…” Charley continued eager to press on
with her plan. “She’s thirteen yeah... and she described how
she made a boy's thing stand up like Danny's here... and she made him 'shoot'
in front of her gang… she’s famous among the girls at my school… and
all the boys are scared of her!!”
“Shoot?”
Gwen asked innocently, unable to take her inquisitive eyes off the boy's
private parts.
“You’ll
see…” Charley replied confidently. She moved her position down closer to
Daniel's groin. Leaning forward, Charley licked her lips briefly and then suckled
his penis into her mouth.
"Nooo!
Don't!!" Daniel complained, his eyes quickly opening and widening when he
saw what Charley was doing, feeling the warmth of her mouth... the wetness of
it surrounding his cock... her tongue... swirling. "Get off it...
don't!" he sniffled, barely able to control the sensations that her mouth
gave his cock. He flung his head back down onto the mattress, closing his eyes
once more. Dazzled by the tingling and warm, wet feelings down there, he sub-consciously
tried to open his legs wider to give her better access to his sex as Charley
gently suckled him... Paradoxically, his developing sexuality didn't want her
to stop suckling and his modesty wanted to fight her off and re-establish his
privacy all at the same time...
His
sexuality was winning... and he felt so ashamed and dirty and weak unable to
stop a girl from sucking his willy... she was sucking his penis and he couldn't
stop her... It was horrible... but felt devilishly nice. He was humiliatingly
aroused and erect... all because of what the girls were doing. They were doing
it to him.
"Mmmm..."
Charley mumbled quietly as she allowed the now shiny looking penis to slip from
her mouth. It barely lasted ten seconds, but it felt like an hour's worth of confusing
torture for the agonised boy. Licking her lips, Charley turned briefly to her
friend and wrinkled her nose. "Kind of salty... bit like having a small
sausage in your mouth... but I can see why Violet liked it..."
“Well I ain’t puttin’ his thingy in my mouth… sod that!”
Gwen insisted, turning her nose up in revulsion at the thought. “That’s where he
pees from remember…Yuck!”
"You don't have to Gwen," Charley
grinned. "We can do as much or as little as we like... he's not going
anywhere..."
"So what'chya gonna do next
Charley?" Gwen asked curiously, looking briefly at her friend, and then
back to Daniel's 'proud' and glistening little erection.
"Well... Violet explained what to
do," Charley stated quietly, taking hold of the shaft of Daniel's penis
firmly between her thumb and forefinger, amazed at how soft, spongy and yet so
firm it felt to her touch.
"Nooooo... don't... I don't want you
to touch me..." Daniel winced and closed his eyes, trying to deny
everything that was going on. Hoping and pretending that it wasn't real. "You
mustn't... Ngggghhhh nooooo!" He was struggling to deal with the situation
and laid his head back down quickly onto the mattress, willing himself away
from the girls as far as possible. Having a girl gripping his dick like that
was totally alien to him... and embarrassing. It was his to touch... but she
was making it hers to touch.
"She said that to make a boy 'shoot,'
you have to play with his thing..." Charley continued allowing her hand to
close around his erection as though she were gripping a door handle. Then she
began to move her hand up and down gently. "She called it... errrm...
'milking him.' She described it like a maid milking a cow's teat..."
As Gwen fell about in uncontrolled laughter
at the description Charley had given to her activity, Daniel's crotch tingled
with renewed excitement as he felt her hand gently squeezing his penis, rubbing
him gently up and down... gripping tighter every now and then as she
masturbated him. He gasped and panted as she induced new, pleasurable
sensations that tried to overcome his fear and his embarrassment...
"I know it's so funny Gwen... but it's
true," Charley continued. "She says most boys do this themselves...
but she got Arnold Miller all stiff like this and she milked him... she called
it 'wanking...' Yes, that's it... she 'wanked him off' in front of all the
girls in her gang. It made him cry, but I wish I'd have seen her do it to him..."
"Me too," Gwen chuckled, trying
to imagine what 'shooting' actually meant and focussing again on the rigid
boy's member being gently 'wanked' by the older girl, sneakily pressing her
hand into her own crotch, trying to control a tingle in her little secret
nubbin.
"So Danny... do you WANK?"
Charley brazenly asked the blushing, tearful boy. She didn't get an answer
straight away. "Do you play with your little boy-thing like this?
Hmmmm?" And with that, she squeezed him a little tighter.
"Agggghhhh... Not so hard..." he
protested, his voice crackling with shame and sexual pleasure. "N-no I
don't... I don't know what you're talking about..." Sure, he'd had lots of
erections before and once, he'd experienced a pleasant sensation when he had
woken up after dreaming about a girl he liked, but he'd never actually
masturbated himself. He was much too shy and sensible. He didn't like talking
to other boys about naughty things like that either.
"But you can shoot? Right? You can
spurt?" Charley asked quizzically, stroking him more gently again.
"I don't know," Daniel replied
truthfully. "Please stop it Charley... I don't feel very well, I feel all
giddy... and I want to go home... I feel dizzy... and it tingles... something's
not right... Please let me go... I won't tell... I promise... just please let
me go..."
"Just a bit longer Danny..."
Charley soothed, noting the boy's protests becoming weaker and more infrequent
as she stroked him up and down the modest length of his preteen erection. His
wriggling and writhing was diminishing and she felt as though she actually had
Daniel under perfect control... as though he was beginning to accept what she
was doing to him... With one hand masturbating Daniel, she secretly ran her
hand over the front of her own panties and felt how sensitive, and damp she was
herself. She had discovered something so wonderful... dominating a boy was
making her feel good.
"Here... Gwen... you do it for a
bit..." Charley asked her younger friend. The two girls swapped places as
Daniel seemed lost in some sort of sexual haze, breathing and sighing deeply
and barely mumbling his protests any more. Nothing coherent.
Gwen tentatively took up her challenge and
copied what she had seen Charley doing. It felt good for her to be holding a
real live boy's penis, just moments after she had seen one revealed for the
first time. She would remember this day for the rest of her life. She felt good
about herself too that they had tricked a boy into becoming their prisoner and
they were teasing him. She being a younger child, enjoyed the teasing very
much.
"Nnnnghhhh... nooo..." Daniel
whimpered quietly, and lazily. He was in denial at what was happening,
realising he couldn't stop it. A second girl, two years younger than him, was
playing with his privates. "You mustn't... it's... not... f-fair..."
But Gwen began stroking his penis up and
down, maybe a little more clumsily than her older friend, but still able to
keep his erection firm and keep him under control. Wanking him. Wanking a boy
two years older than her... and he couldn't stop her. It had felt good to
humiliate him. She was looking forward to finding herself a secret spot later
so that she could touch her little pussy and think back to what she had been
doing. Seeing a boy's willy... making fun of him... playing with him... It felt
so natural and right. Like a cat with a full bowl of cream and all day to drink
it.
As Daniel looked straight up towards the
damaged ceiling above, listening to the haunting melody from the gramophone, he
could feel the younger girl 'milking' him. Her young bony fingers gripping him
softly, stroking back and forth, up and down the shaft of his aroused erection.
Then something glimmered out of the corner of his eye... something light.
He turned his head slightly, looking
towards Charley through his aroused haze. The pretty, dominant young girl.
There appeared to be a milky white light, shimmering around her, making her
appear like a silhouette. Kind of like a halo, but around her whole body. It
was a curious sight... he thought she looked like an angel... but reflected
that she must be a 'poisoned angel' with what she had done to him.
Charley's eyes blurred and she felt dizzy,
feeling the warmth of the light that surrounded her. It was the warmest she had
felt for many days that autumn, and she felt soothed by it. Safe... and
welcome. She felt something like a hand on her shoulder and a faint whispering
that was inaudible at first and impossible to understand. Then the whispering
grew louder... closer... enough to hear clearly.
The whispering offered her riches beyond
her wildest dreams... the bounty of eternal youth... the ability to wield
powers so supernatural that Charley herself doubted that what was happening was
really real. The revelation of what her future could be like if she agreed to
'join.' The whispering informed her... encouraged her. Charley knew what she
had to do. The tempting riches were too much to resist. She agreed and the
'curse' cemented itself within her... a fresh Leopold Succubus. Forever a
preteen girl... and forever in search of her needs.
As quick as the light had appeared around
Charley, it seemed to disappear as equally fast, and all that Daniel noticed
differently about her was a slight movement, almost a stumble to one side as
though she was trying to stop herself falling off balance.
When Charley's
vision had finally cleared, she had looked around the ruined building and could
see nobody other than the second girl still masturbating Daniel, himself still
tied to the mattress and tears still drying on his face as he succumbed to
Gwendolyn's attention. Though the setting had not changed, Charley herself felt
very different indeed... There was a hunger... But it wasn't food she craved...
nor what she needed.
Daniel
watched curiously as a wicked smile seemed to spread across Charley's face.
"My
turn again..." Charley said sharply to her younger friend, removing Gwen's
hand from Daniel's penis and replacing it with her own. As soon as she made
renewed physical contact with the boy, she was able to sense his thoughts, to recognise
and understand his emotions.
Charley
sensed that Daniel Engel had no previous experience at all with girls, not even
so much as a kiss. No girl had ever touched him in his private parts and he had
barely even begun to explore his own body and his sexuality. It satisfied her
that he was so innocent, like they were both starting from the same page, but
she advancing much more quickly. She felt superior.
As she
tightened her grip around his penis and fully resumed her masturbation of him,
Charley felt herself beginning to focus and feed upon his emotions. Her hunger
was being relieved as she began to learn about him, about what he felt... She sensed
his humiliation at being exposed by girls, having girls make fun of his private
parts... having girls playing with them... wanking him. Having to admit the
superiority of the opposite sex. It shamed him... and she liked it. Further
still, she liked reading his thoughts that told her that he found both girls to
be pretty... despite their treatment of him.
It felt
more naughty than it did before to read so much into the boy's mind. She felt
powerful. She gorged on his feelings of weakness, shame, humiliation and
inferiority... and relished his feelings of sexual arousal as a result of what
the girls were doing to him... the confusion it proliferated in his mind,
feeling bad... but feeling good too. Especially in the place between his legs.
Her reason
for being there changed... Instead of a curiosity about what a boy’s 'crown
jewels' looked like, and the additional fun that went with how she had made it
happen, she had discovered a 'love,' and a need for the humiliation and
domination of boys… It was feeding her as she 'listened' in to the boy's thoughts and
emotions. She was enjoying his insecurities... feasting on her domination of
him. The ease at which it appeared she could make it happen...
Charley
knew she was going to have fun exploring all of the riches that the whispering
voice had offered her. There were so many new skills and talents that went with
being like she now was that would need to nurtured and practiced... Not
witchcraft... but something equally as powerful... wonderfully magical...
“Watch closely now Gwen…" Charley said to
her younger friend. "Violet also told me about how she did this with that Miller boy after he
tried to feel her up in the cinema… Come on, you too…” Charley let
her hand leave Daniel's cock and stood up beside him. She turned away from him
so he couldn't actually see what she was doing. With her back facing him, she
lifted the front of her dress and bent forward to pull her knickers down in one
movement. Her modesty of course covered by the rear of her school dress.
“I ain’t takin’ my knickers off in front of a boy…” Gwen said,
shifting uncomfortably and still kneeling on the floor. “My sister
says that boys like ‘im ain’t supposed to see a girl’s whatsit…”
“You silly thing Gwen… look, he won’t be able to see you…” Charley moved
back towards Daniel and kneeled down next to his head. She held her simple
white underpants in front of his face so that he could see them... "There
Danny... I did agree to show you my knickers after all... fair's fair
hmmm?"
Daniel was
speechless, not knowing what to say in response and tried to move his head out
of the way as Charley leaned in and positioned her underpants over his eyes to
make a blindfold for him. As the underpants covered his eyes, he was surprised
and shocked to find that they felt warm... damp... and he could smell the
underpants.
With his
total lack of sexual experience, it was totally alien to him... but through the
humiliation of being blindfolded while his erection still sprouted as tall as
it could from between his legs in front of the girls, Daniel found himself
captivated by the aroma... her girl smell. The smell of her privates... It
embarrassed him certainly... but it made him feel sexual... somehow, his body
wanted to welcome the intimacy that it represented. It fuelled his arousal,
making the muscle at the base of his cock flex again beyond his control.
Daniel was
unable to see what was happening now, but Gwen watched in amazement, her eyes
bulging and with no small feelings of naughtiness and arousal as Charley lifted
the front of her dress, exposing her pubescent girlish genitals. She ran the
fingers of her right hand along the virtually hairless furrow of her moist pussy.
When she had coated her fingers with her slippery wetness, she knelt down again
next to Daniel's head and rubbed her glistening fingers over his nose and
mouth.
"Mmmggnnnghhh...
what's that?" Daniel whimpered, not expecting Charley's fingers to assault
him like that.
"Smell..."
she commanded. Daniel obeyed and tried to identify what it was he could smell
on her fingers. "Lick them..." Charley commanded again and
reluctantly, the boy obeyed again, his tongue gingerly poking out from between
his lips, exploring and tasting the slippery coating of her fingers. "Good
boy..."
Daniel was
beside himself with shame at the thought that Charley had just draped her
underpants over his eyes, the scent of which matched what he could smell on her
fingers... those slippery, wet fingers that must have touched her...
privates...
"Yes
Danny... that's what a girl is like Danny… Nice, hmmmm?” Charley teased, finally removing the
fingers from his mouth, and away from his face.
"Please
Charley..." Daniel offered a meek, exhausted protest. "Please let me
go... I don't feel well... I feel light-headed and..." It was all moving
too fast for the boy to keep up and make sense from. He felt something land
either side of his head on the mattress, but he couldn't see because of his
'panty-blindfold.' "Charley, please don't touch mmmpffhghghhhh..."
Charley
squatted down on the mattress above Daniel's head, planting her bare naked sex
onto his mouth. His lips were smothered by the wetness of her cleft, silencing
him mid-sentence.
"Blimey
Charley... what are you doin'?" Gwen asked as she watched her older friend
plant her naked young pussy down onto Daniel's face. "I've never seen
anythin'..."
"Ssshhh!"
Charley hissed at the younger girl. "Watch... this is what Violet
did..."
"Mmmgghhh..."
Daniel barely mumbled in denial as he realised from the smell and the taste
that Charley's private parts were now kissing his face. She was sitting on his
face. 'Oh god... she's got her thing on my face... a girl's thing... Ohhh it's
so naughty... this shouldn't be happening...' he sounded in his mind. 'I can
smell her... Mmmmm, I can taste her... Noooo! You have to stop... I can't do
this... It's so shameful. I can't stop her...' He tried as best as he could to
keep his lips tightly shut. He was horrified that he felt so aroused.
And Charley
'heard' him as she fed herself more on his feelings of shame and helplessness
beneath her. She was making him kiss her private parts... It was the best she
had ever felt and it quelled her needs... and then some.
"Yes
Daniel... good little Nazi boy..." she encouraged him as she controlled
her actions to allow her slit to rub along his face, over his lips and grinding
over his nose. She took extra care to ensure that the bumpy little nubbin at
the top of her slit rubbed repeatedly over the firmness of his nose, bringing
her sexual pleasure the like of which she had never known. "Yes… good
little Nazi boy… lick me… kiss me… Mmmmm... feels good hmmmm? Tastes good hmmm? Such
a naughty little boy to let a girl put her thingy on your face like this… Lick me...”
"Mmmmgghh..." Daniel sounded finally
relenting and allowing his tongue to worm it's way from between his timid lips.
He tasted her... It was horribly shameful knowing that he couldn't get away
from her... that a girl was sitting on his face and rubbing herself all over
his mouth and his nose. He hated it... and he liked it. He liked her scent and
the slippery syropy sexual tastes from her private parts. He didn't know whether
he was happy or sad... and he began to cry.
'Somebody... Lord help me...' he sounded in
his mind, unaware that Charley could 'hear' everything. 'Girls are being mean
to me... making fun of me... and my privates... Ohhhh please make them stop...
I feel so weak... girls are better... Noooo!! Wanking... Stop it... I can't
stop them... She's making me lick her girl thing... Tingly... my thing's all
stiff and tingly... Mmmmmm... I feel so dizzy... it's so shameful... but why do
I tingle... down there?'
"Mmmmm...
yes... girls are better... Mmmmm..." Charley simmered riding her mount and
approaching her climax through the naughtiness of the situation. And soon
enough, the reluctant probing of Daniel's tongue between the folds of her pussy
and the stimulation she was giving her clitoris by using his nose for her
pleasure, brought her to her first orgasm with a boy.
"Ohhh
yes... Mmmmm..." Charley mewled as she sat her pussy firmly down onto
Daniel's mouth, her buttocks either side of his chin, her thighs tightening
around his head as the first wave surged through her loins. From her tummy, to
her cunny and to her clit... tickling electric sexual energy coursed through
her as she spasmed in her orgasmic bliss. She jerked her hips forward and back
riding the following waves of her orgasm... not stopping to give Martin respite
from his oral servitude until she was satisfied that the 'cum' was over...
"Mmmmgghghh...
Mmmmgghh..." Daniel grunted between her legs. She felt the vibration
passing from his lips and stimulating her clitoris just that little bit longer.
"Mmmmgghh..." he grunted again, trying to beg her to relieve the
pressure on his mouth so that he could breath freely.
"Good
boy..." Charley praised, finally climbing off her helpless victim, leaving
the blindfolding knickers in place across his eyes. She moved back to kneel at
the side of his waist, quickly re-gaining control of his penis. It had barely
begun to wilt from it's state of erection and allowed Charley to establish her
rhythm once more... "You really have to try that Gwendolyn..." she
smiled sweetly at her younger friend, her cheeks glowing in the aftermath of
her climax. "That was the best feeling ever..."
"Ohhh
I dunno..." Gwen replied unsure of herself, but still crushing her thighs
together to quell her excitement. "I dunno if I can do that... puttin' my
little whatsit on his face like that?" The younger girl resumed her
kneeling position and watched Charley continue to 'milk' the boy.
"Charley...
please, stop it... I want to go home..." Daniel pleaded in vain. As
Charley gripped his cock tightly again, she felt the muscle within his crotch
flex and a small amount of clear liquid seemed to ooze over the top of his
foreskin. "Mmmmmm... oh god..." Daniel sighed, tears still trailing
from his eyes and down his cheeks at regular intervals. "Please
stop..."
"But I
can feel that you like it..." Charley insisted quietly... "A girl...
fiddling with your thingy... your stiff little boy thingy... like this
hmmmm?" Her stroking action was deeper and longer now, the foreskin
becoming a lot looser to her touch as it became lubricated by his own wetness.
Finally, she managed to draw his foreskin right back so that the bulbous
angered tip emerged, the skin settling firmly behind the purple-grey ridge of
his shiny glans.
"Nooooo..."
Daniel gasped in shock at the feeling of his foreskin being retracted.
"Stop... stop it... Mmmmmm..."
Charley and
Gwen were briefly transfixed by the change in shape of Daniel's penis when the
bulb of his tip was exposed. It looked totally different... almost powerful in
comparison with the puffy, pouty looking shape it had seemed before. Charley
used the fingers of her other hand to tease the fleshy little bump of the
frenulum attaching his foreskin to the shaft of his cock.
"Ngngnghh...
Noooo!" Daniel whined through his tears as he felt the surge of tickling
pleasure it brought him. "Not there..." Charley giggled at the way
his body seemed to tense when she stroked him there... almost like the feeling
she got when she strummed her clitty.
"Mmmmm...
sensitive boy there... hmmm?" Charley teased, quickening the pace of her
masturbation of him.
Daniel was
sensually punch drunk. He could smell the girl's underpants still covering his
eyes and so close to his nose... he could still taste her private parts after
she had sat herself down on his face and rubbed herself over it. She had
experienced something 'nice' while doing it and now she was back down at his
genitals... wanking him... a sensation that was very humiliating given the
circumstances. But his ragged breathing betrayed the sexual pleasure he was
feeling... that she was causing...
"Nnnnoooo..."
he sighed gently, his protestations now feeble, token gestures... He was losing
sense of reality as Charley kept control of him, but giving him some 'gift' in
return. The tingling... the arousal. He could feel something deep inside
himself as his sexual excitement grew... leading him to something he didn't
understand... something he'd never felt before. "Stop... Ch... Charley...
I think I'm going to be sick... or I'm going to wee... Ohhhh help me..."
But Charley
carried on... she knew there was more... Violet had described it to her and she
wasn't going to stop until she'd seen it. Faster still she wanked him...
tighter still she gripped him... Daniel responded, lost in the blur of
relinquishing his innocence. He allowed his head to fall back onto the
mattress... having given up to what Charley was doing to him. He even found
himself pushing up from the mattress with his privates... thrusting them up
into her masturbating hand. And Charley giggled... she really had tamed him.
Daniel
suddenly felt the need to pee... or so he thought. Charley had propelled him to
the point of sexual climax... Something was going to explode... he could feel
the pressure and his loins melted under her sexual assault.
"Noooo...
Stop... something's wrong... I'm gonna... ohhhhh.... nooo..." Daniel
warned... feeling the need to draw his knees together, but finding that he
couldn't. His tummy tightened instead and the tingling tickly feeling of sexual
energy fizzed through his genitals, the tip of his cock becoming red and
angry... ready to climax.
"It's
happening... look Gwen..." Charley instructed her young friend, but not
taking her eyes off Daniel's penis. Both girls watched as the boy appeared to
convulse in front of them, his hips jerked several times and then...
Daniel felt
the tip of his cock become so sensitive he thought it was going to explode.
Instead, an immature wet string of semi-clear ejaculate spurted from the little
slit at the head of his glans. His hips jerked again and another spasm of his
climax passed quickly through him releasing a second string of semen into the
air.
Charley
giggled as she watched the spectacle of a boy in the throws of orgasm jerking
and writing in front of her, and in front of Gwen. They watched each spurt
spring forth from the little hole at the tip of his glans, following them
carefully and watching them fall and splatter on his shirt... then his lower
tummy... then over his upper thighs... More spurts followed... each one
becoming weaker and weaker. Daniel finally gasping and allowing his body to
relax... He felt so ashamed to have had those feelings while a girl made it
happen and another one watched. But it felt good while it happened.
Charley
smiled with gleeful satisfaction... she'd made a boy 'shoot.' And he had been
powerless to stop her.
"Wow...
I wasn't expecting anythin' like that Charley," Gwen said, excitement and
wonder evident in her tone and in the expression on her face.
"Your
turn again..." Charley replied, keeping her eyes focussed on the boy lying
helpless on the mattress, watching his dick wilt from erection to it's natural,
flaccid and floppy state.
"I
ain't pullin' my knickers off... I ain't... Not for nobody. I don't want 'im
getting to lick my whatsit... but I'll try makin' 'im shoot again though..."
As Gwen began
to shuffle into position, the girls were disturbed by a familiar, terrifying
noise. The air raid sirens were sounding across their neighbourhood... The
Germans were coming again... for the factories... It was becoming dark outside
and the girls knew they had to run all the way home and get to shelter.
"Come
on Gwen... quickly," Charley instructed quickly, ushering her young friend
to her feet. "See if you can untie his legs... QUICKLY..." In panic,
Charley set about trying to untie the skipping ropes from Daniel's sore,
reddened wrists and Gwen attempting the same at his equally sore looking
ankles.
"Wh-what's
happening?" Daniel called out. "I can hear the sirens... Set me
free... untie me... Jeeeesus..." The girls tried to free him and he
struggled like he had been since his ordeal started... but he couldn't get
free. The girls found that Daniel had been struggling so hard against the skipping
ropes that as he did so, instead of working loose, his writhing and wriggling
had been tightening the knots that Charley had secured...
"Shit
Gwen... I can't get these undone..." Charley called out in panic.
"Me neither...
They're stuck fast," Gwen replied becoming upset. "We 'ave to get
out... We can't stay... We're right next to the factory..." Charley began
to cry, scared of what might happen... She took hold of Gwen's hand, and the
two girls fled quickly from the ruins, leaving Daniel behind.
"Charley?!
Gwen?" Daniel called out helplessly, finding himself running out of breath
and energy in his attempts to wrestle free. "Mummy?!" Daniel called,
tears streaming down his cheeks. "Help me... I'm trapped... I'm scared..."
He was alone... cold again... the sirens had sounded and the Germans were
coming... The girls had tried... but they'd gone...
Crying and
with the taste of Charley still on his lips, he could hear the drone of the
German aeroplanes approaching overhead. His terror grew... his distress
peaking, a final tug at the skipping ropes, praying for divine intervention to
set him free.
"MUMMY...
help me..."
He heard
the whistling noise of a bomb falling... it shrieked nearer and nearer...
"Charley...
Mummy!!" he cried silently... he was going to die.
Daniel Grainger
saw the brief explosive flash as the incendiary bomb exploded, and he felt the 'whoosh'
of air that accompanied the blast... But felt no pain...
The
darkness enveloped him and he could feel himself falling... but it was
different. There was no rushing wind passed his ears, just a silence. Daniel felt
himself falling faster than he had felt before... Spiralling... darkness and
silence. He was worried for a moment that this actually was what death was.
As his fall
continued, Daniel could hear whispering... it called to him. It was Charley...
and she was crying. Her breath, warming his ear...
'Daniel... that was my biggest regret in
life... that Daniel Engel died because of what we did to him... what I did to
him... and how we left him... We tried... we tried so hard to get him free... He
didn't deserve what happened... I could see inside him that he was a really
handsome boy... so innocent... He was going to be so loving... So sweet... We were
only supposed to play with him... It was just a dumb game... We were just girls
having fun... I'm sorry... It is the cross I have to bare, along with my
curse... I live with that guilt every day... I'm so sorry...'
Charley's
cries became more faint until Daniel heard no more... just surrounded by the
dark as he fell...
--
Crashing
thunder awoke his senses. The noisy storm still raged outside his bedroom... it
was late evening now, dark outside... rain still hammering in gloomy Weltby. As
his focus returned, Daniel found himself on his bed... naked. Looking round, he
noticed that his underpants were strewn discarded on the floor at the side of
the bed. He had a funny taste in his mouth too... tangy... sexy... Daniel
recalled that a girl, Charley, had put her pussy on his face. Made him lick
her.
Daniel
discovered that he had ejaculated all over his bed covers too. It seemed to be
everywhere, on his pillow, up and down the duvet cover. That was going to take
some explaining whether he left it to his mother to 'discover' or if he decided
to change his own bed covers. Either would result in some sort of humiliating
interrogation of his own, he had no doubts there.
Finally, in
his hand, Daniel found that he was holding a pair of underpants... girl's underpants...
They were simple white panties with just the slightest hint of lace trim. They
were Charley’s… from the
ruins... He examined them, curious and pleased to find them still slightly damp
along the inner lining of the crotch... Daniel boldly lifted them to his nose
and breathed in hard... reliving her wonderful scent... her body odour, a
slight hint of dried urine and the wonderful musk of her pussy.
"It's
okay Charley... I don't blame you..." he whispered aloud, rocking back and
forth gently, clutching the knickers closely to his chest... Somehow, empathetically,
he hoped that Charley might hear him. "It's okay... I understand..."
He held the panties close to his face, and breathed in again... longing to be
close to her. "I'm ready..."
--
It was morning
registration on the first day back at school for the new term. Daniel was
sorting his text books out and making sure he had everything prepared for his
next lesson, eager to do the right thing and try his damnedest to make his
parents proud of him... despite everything. It was time for bookish Daniel to
set sail once more on his high pressure learning journey that school portended.
He had
answered his name in the roll-call automatically as he rummaged through his
bag, checking and double checking, figuring out his timetable. Naturally, like
any boy would, he also tried to keep himself busy and keep his mind from
worrying about a certain 'boys only' operation that his mother had planned for
him to try and cure his recent upturn in sexual accidents. The circumcision had
been arranged for the October half term break, barely eight weeks away.
With his
mind pre-occupied like that, Daniel had not noticed the cranky old receptionist
bring a new pupil into the classroom…
“Class… we have a new girl starting with us this term…” Miss Cannon announced proudly. “Her name is
Charlotte Leyton. Please say hello and make her feel welcome…” Several
members of the class greeted her warmly.
“Thank you… My friends call me Charley… and I
prefer that anyway…” the girl said quietly, standing there smartly
in her new blue and grey Weltby School uniform. Daniel looked up instantly… he was shocked
when he heard her voice and heard the name ‘Charley…’
‘MY GOD’ Daniel exclaimed silently in his mind. ‘It’s her… she's really here…’ This time, there had been no bright
white light or sense of falling… This was here… this was
now. Just like the first time they had met in the shopping mall.
Charley
looked in Daniel’s direction and smiled, her alluring and pretty
eyes glistening with welcoming, seductive starry light. He couldn’t stop from
looking into them. The other boys in the class were equally transfixed by her well
groomed beauty and aura. The girls meanwhile felt tinges of jealousy, for they
knew intuitively that Charley was going to be popular…
Miss Cannon
escorted Charley to the empty seat at the table that would have been occupied
by Martin Wilson, adjacent to Daniel.
“Daniel… now that Martin is no longer with us, Charlotte... errrmm, Charley will
sit next to you. I know you are a trustworthy, sensible boy and I think you are
ideal to make her feel welcome and, show her the way…
of things...” the
teacher said. Charley giggled at the reference to being ‘shown the
way…’
As morning
registration continued around them, Charley looked at Daniel and smiled warmly… playfully even.
“I heard you when you got back to your room
last night..." Charley said softly. "I was touched... by what you
said... it meant a lot to me... I'd like to think we’re going to have a lot of fun together...
We are... aren't we Daniel? You and me… just like boyfriend and girlfriend…” she
whispered in his ear. "But with me in charge, like Martin told
you..."
“Wh… what do you mean? This can’t really be happening… can it?" Daniel
whispered, hope in his voice, but doubt in his mind. "There's been no
white light... or me falling... You're really here? You're actually here?” Through his disbelief, Charley sidled
in close to him, enough to allow him to feel her body pressing against him and
her warm breath in his ear… He could feel the swell of one of her young
breasts making contact with his arm through her clothing… He could
smell her coconut perfume too.
“Just wait and see…” she replied, running one of her fingers
briefly under his nose. He immediately recalled his ‘visit’ to the bombed out house again. It
was her ‘girl’ smell on her finger… the sweet musky odour of young femininity... His mind giddied and his
privates tingled with arousal and his cheeks burned with shame at her wanton
and overt display. It was so naughty.
"Charley...
stop... someone might see..." Daniel whispered in panic and protest, his
face blushing in embarrassment... Sweet embarrassment.
"Ssshhhh,"
she teased, as she gently stroked her hand up and down Daniel’s trembling
knee, then tickled her fingers over his crotch… "I know you like it... I can feel
it..." With her hand resting on his privates, Charley gently squeezed him… squeezing
his willy and his balls over and over. “Be a good boy for me… Be my sexy little slave boy…”
Daniel
suddenly felt something like a hand on his shoulder and was dazzled by
instantly bright white light, making him close his eyes. He heard faint
whispering in his ears… One whispering voice was louder and more clear
than the others… It was Charley’s…
"Submit to me Daniel…" Charley’s voice whispered, penetrating him
deeply. “Join us... I see how loving you are... how
considerate you are... how handsome you are... I need you... Let me show you
how good and long life is... with people who really love... Let me teach
you..."
The light was warming and welcoming to
Daniel. It bathed his senses as Charley's whispering showed him many things
about how good their life could be together if he 'joined.' Images flitted
through his mind that showed the powers he would learn and practice... It
captivated the boy...
"Be my
Incubus Daniel…" Charley's whispering begged.
"You’ll never
get old… and you’ll never die… Let me teach you…"
Daniel felt
powerless to respond to the seductive intent of her voice and the aroma of
coconut balm and the warmth of the bathing light around him in that instant. He
felt her love… He felt safe… He felt natural… Something in his mind agreed… it consented… He could see the future... and it
looked good. It looked humiliating, embarrassing... but fun... and good...
‘I will…’ he called out to her in his mind. ‘Take me
with you… Teach me…’
“Take me
Charley…” he whispered softly, barely conscious that his lips didn’t move.
The bright
light petered out, the whispering stopped and the hand left his shoulder… He looked
around and could only see the class sat totally still around him, the teacher
writing at the blackboard seemingly frozen in time… The clock above the door to
the room had stopped…
“I’m a
sinner, and I like it that way…” Charley whispered, pushing one of the
earpieces of her MP3 player into his ear and the other one into her own… When
Charley pressed 'play,' that Madonna record began to play from the device in
her school bag.
Daniel had
submitted to become Charley’s Incubus… As time stood still around him, he blushed
scarlet whilst Charley continued to fondle him between his legs, embarrassing
him… squeezing his
hardness…
Instantly, Daniel
felt a power bristling within him… a need to submit to her and be humiliated by
her. A love and a fondness for submitting to her... It was feeding him. And he
felt good.
“Tomorrow
we have another date with Laura… in Lincoln… away from all this here... free
from the worry of circumcision... But there will be nappies and naked Twister?
Hmmmm? All good fun...” Charley whispered, without moving her lips… continuing
to squeeze his privates over and over… “Laura's
really looking forward to playing with you again... <giggle> Then, when
she's gone home, I'll need
you to lick me… slave boy… I’m want you to taste me and worship
me with your tongue… it’ll take forever…”
Daniel
tensed… his hips jerked… he came... in his pants... and Charley giggled.
--
All the boys, all the boys and girls
Wanna be like us tonight
All the boys, all the boys and girls
Have the magic pass tonight
I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner
I'm a sinner, I like it that way
--
--
Postscript
-
There is a
fifth dimension beyond which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as
space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and
shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and
the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an
area which we call, The Twilight Zone…
--
Authors
Note -
Though I
gave this story a ‘Twilight Zone’ handle, being set in Great Britain,
it’s probably more suited to the realms of a British TV program called ‘Tales Of
The Unexpected.’ If you are not familiar with that program,
watch an episode on Youtube, and pay attention to the music at the start… That is
the tune that is played briefly in Chapter 3, ‘Playing Mummy.’
Elsewhere,
the gramophone record being played in the bombed out ruins in war time London,
is taken from the Stanley Kubrick film, The Shining. ‘Midnight, The Stars And You,’ is a
great, haunting song, particularly when placed in the context of supernatural
tales like that one, and this one…
This is as
far as I intended to take this story. Please feel free to continue the story in
your own style. It would be interesting to see how Charley, the succubus, continues
to dominate her slave boy incubus (Daniel). Charley feeds on male submission
and humiliation. Daniel would need to feed by submitting to a female and being
humiliated by her/them. He will no doubt need to find more girls to dominate
him in order to ‘feed,’ all under
Charley's supervision and tutelage no doubt.
All I ask
is that if you decide to use these characters, please give me credit for their
initial creation… Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it…
(The End)