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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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ENSLAVED TO EROS
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Chapter Two
Under our bottoms, around our waists, well up our backs and down
our legs, we were soaked. We lay in a peed-in bed, like children just
awoken from a dream that lasts too long.
ÒOh, such a warm, cozy bed, and now itÕs been wet by your big
penis,Ó Katie scolded Nick. She reached between his legs. I could see her
hand moving under the covers. She grasped his rod and jerked her hand up
and down its wet length.
ÒUnh,Ó Nick groaned. He didnÕt try to stop Katie, this time. ÒYou let
out some pee yourself,Ó he replied.
ÒYes, but IÕm just little,Ó Katie said. ÒItÕs this big thing of yours
that let out the *most* pee!Ó She kept yanking her small fist up and down
on his rod. Nick groaned again. ÒYou may as well shoot out the rest, while
youÕre at it, since the bedÕs all wet!Ó Katie told him.
I rolled over onto her.
ÒNo,Ó I breathed, impulsively. I reached for her hand. I grasped at
her small fingers around NickÕs stemming organ. His reproductive organ.
She knew nothing about the value of it, flush with its first stiffness of
the evening. How special that is, a manÕs first erection, when heÕs most
anxious, most urgent in his lusts. It should be teased. Challenged, if
possible. Later in the evening his edge will be lessened, though he might
be just as hard. Then, he is a professional. A professional fucker.
I giggled, to myself. I wanted NickÕs first erection of the evening to
last as long as possible, that I might drive him to agony with it, taking
him to the brink again and again.
ÒNo,Ó I told Katie, again. I tried to pry her fingers off NickÕs cock.
She was equally adamant that she must keep possession of it, and make
him shoot under the covers. Were we not wet enough already? She had
said she didnÕt want to get sticky. So why did the girl show such
eagerness to make him spend?
ÒMmmm! I want to suck him!Ó Katie declared. She squirmed under
me. I kept her flat on her back. I kissed her lips and felt her slim, bell-
shaped hips squirm under me. Her tummy pressed its smoothness to mine.
We were as sisters, but wanting differing things from the man beside us.
I, teased by him in the cave, wished to tease him back now; now that he
lay flat on his back beside me. I wished to dominate a little, instead of
just receiving it.
ÒOh, God! Quit fighting over my dick, girls!Ó Nick groaned. Katie and
I wriggled beside him, both of us nude, the bells round our necks ringing,
our chained feet clashing with clanging links.
Jane threw back the covers. I felt them fly off me. My rump wiggled
its exposed flesh, like a fish tossed upon a dock. Nude, wet.
SLAP! JaneÕs hand connected with my bare seat. I howled. I jumped
like fish do, atop little Katie, as if she were a dock and I were trying,
fruitlessly, to fling myself from the dock back to the sea. I felt the
impress of her hand, though it had bounced off me, like a hand springing
off a big rubber ball. It stung. I pressed my free hand between my hips
and KatieÕs and played in her slit.
ÒOh, she spanked me!Ó I said with a sobbing sigh to Katie.
ÒI know. I could hear it!Ó Katie answered, matter-of-factly. It had
been a big, flesh-splatting smack, full and hard Though delivered with a
slim, manicured female hand, it hurt nonetheless. A mommieÕs hand can
hurt just as much as a daddieÕs, if she hits hard enough. Jane was not in a
mood to be merciful. But what had I done, except what sheÕd told me to?
JaneÕs breasts swung freely over my back. She hovered over my slim
figure like a lover, yet like a mother too, compelled to discipline her
small child.
SPLATT!! JaneÕs hand connected with my seat again. It thudded hard
against my elastic hemispheres, driving them inward, compressing them,
then springing away to leave them raw and red and humming with pain.
ÒOhh-woh!Ó I sobbed. JaneÕs spanks were delivered with the
absolute maximum amount of force she could muster. My sock-clad feet,
so warmly encased by Jane earlier in the evening, kicked in the air.
I rubbed Katie harder. I still was hoping to get her fingers off NickÕs
cock, by distracting her with mine in her slit. At the same time, I pulled
at the small fist sheÕd locked around NickÕs cock.
ÒLet go!Ó I cried, my voice tear-sobbing. Jane, above me, seemed, I
sensed, puzzled by this, for no one was holding me.
SPLAT! SPLAT! Her hand struck twice more, rapidly, hitting each of
my bouncy red bottomcheeks in turn. I let out a howl. Still, despite the
burning handprints across my bottom, I struggled on with Katie, trying to
save NickÕs seed, trying to diddle her cunny to orgasm.
ÒGod, such an adorable bottom,Ó I heard Jane say above me. She
kissed my back. Then, implacably, she slammed another hind splitting
spank down onto my tushy.
ÒOwooooo!Ó I hollared. I clapped both my hands to my bottom. My
head lurched up. My tummy pressed sweatily to KatieÕs. My hips ground
against hers. Our muffs teased upon each other. Our bosoms bounced.
ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Katie shouted. I pressed hard against her. Her small
fist jerked impulsively on NickÕs cock. She let out a moany sigh, wishing,
I think, for the return of my fingers to her slit. She tried to wedge her
free hand between our hips but could not, I was pressing so hard against
her. Her bare feet kicked up on either side of me. The bells on our necks
rang loudly.
With a sudden gush, NickÕs sperm erupted from his cock. It jetted up
toward the ceiling. Then, arcing back down, it hit the head of his stiff,
straight penis, even as more of his cum jetted up through his pee hole.
ÒOhhh! ItÕs like Old Faithful!Ó Katie, wide-eyed, exclaimed, gazing
upon his manhood.
ÒDamn! You two bitches jacked me off!Ó Nick swore. He blamed me
as much as Katie, even though both my hands now were pressed hard to my
naked ass.
ÒThey must be punished for it,Ó Jane, above me, said matter-of-
factly.
ÒNooooo!Ó Katie cried. Yet she continued to rub her free hand hard
against my bare hips, trying to insinuate her fingers between us so she
could frig herself.
ÒAfter our bath,Ó Jane promised. ÒCome, girls. Get up.Ó
ÒOh, I--Ó Katie said urgently. Jane pulled me off her. At once her
hands, both of them, one coated with NickÕs seed, flew to her cunny. She
arched up her hips and pressed her flat, indrawn belly upward, like a
smooth piece of lumber being angled up for carpentry work. Her bottom
cheeks, chubby and round, tensed underneath her. She flexed her thighs up,
lifting her hips, digging at the same time with her small fingers into her
cunt. I worried she might become pregnant. She was obviously virgin;
NickÕs seed dripped between her labia lips. She smeared it liberally upon
her sex as she diddled herself.
ÒMmmmmm!Ó Katie cried. She stuck her tongue between her lips,
like the Frosted Flakes tiger does. She licked her lips as she fingered her
cunt with quick, urgent strokes. Her legs fell more widely apart, baring
her core to us, as if to invite a fucking. ÒWhooo! Whooo! Whooo!Ó she
uttered with childish frankness.
I couldnÕt help myself. Despite my bare, stinging ass, despite JaneÕs
ominous promise of punishment, I clapped both my hands over my sex.
Even as I worried that they were needed elsewhere, to protect and assauge
my bottom, I frigged myself. I worked my fingers into my slit and felt my
bubbies, stiff nippled, pressed tightly between my sinful arms. I squeezed
my tits, as if to offer milk to the air. My fingers sought my spot.
I was on my knees. Katie was on her back. Jane hovered next to me,
and I felt, with my senses, her hand. It didnÕt touch me, but, rather, it
picked up her long, leathery riding crop off the bed. How curious it was, I
thought, for a riding crop, used on horses, to be brought to bed.
I didnÕt have time to contemplate on the cropÕs presence for long. I
heard a swish. I shrieked. The crop struck my bottom like a hot branding
iron being applied to oneÕs skin. It left a bright, blazing line of pain
across my seat. I yelled to the rafters. I squeezed my ass cheeks. It did
no good, only emphasizing the sting.
Another whistle. Another stroke. I fell face forward onto the bed,
beside Katie. Yet my hips, as I fell forward, lofted high, lifting up my
bottom. My hands stayed resolutely on my muffin, searching within it for
orgasmic bliss. My hiney presented its bare, squriming cheeks to Jane.
SWIIIIICK! The leather crop delivered another sharp sting to my
tush. I jammed my cheeks together. My face sought KatieÕs. I kissed her.
ÒSave me, Katie!Ó I said in an urgent scream.
ÒOhhhh! I canÕt! IÕm too little!Ó Katie answered. But the real reason,
for she was only a year younger than me, was that she was too busy
diddling herself. She issued an orgasmic cry a moment later. Her fingers
worked busily in her snatch. My own, though I should have put them to my
ass, to save it from further swats, jammed deep in my cunny. I found
bliss at the end of my fingertips, in my slit. I burst into a mind-splitting
orgasm.
SWIIIICK! Went JaneÕs crop again, and it seemed, somehow, to top
my orgasm off, though I didnÕt like the feel of her crop at all as it sliced a
new line across my bare bottom. I fell onto my side. I kissed Katie avidly.
My tongue extended, found hers. We kissed. We moaned to each other.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, half of pain, half of bliss. Hers were all
happy tears.
ÒAh, let me feel the warmth of your bottom,Ó I heard Rob say. I felt
strong hands come to my hips. They gripped me. They lifted me. I thought
perhaps he might palm me with his hand. Instead, he pressed loins to me.
His thick, hard penis rubbed its way across my ass. It felt like a hot,
bloated thing, rather like a branding iron, except much thicker, and not
striking me, but burning its warmth into me by its continual, loving
contact. He pressed it between the cheeks of my ass. He drew back a
little. I felt a sprinking of oil. Soft words from Jane. A grunt of approval
from Rob. And then, quite suddenly, quite deliberately, he stuck his thing
hard against my anus.
ÒNo! Not that way!Ó I shriekd. I didnÕt wish to receive him there. I
rememberd how hard and thoroughly opened IÕd felt, when heÕd attempted
me there, earlier. Let him put himself in me the natural way. My back
door was too small for him.
Nick took my cry of alarm as a temptation to try harder. A girlÕs
resistance, alas, invites, rather than deters. With manly determination he
lifted my hips higher. My tongue sought KatieÕs still, though I felt a knot
of doom in my belly. He was coming in. His way. Whether I liked it or not.
ÒOooook!Ó I shouted. I felt his penis burrow with a swift, hard
stroke into my anus. His cockhead, sprinkled with oil, punctured me. It
went up where things normally only come out. Jane laughed at my
discomfort. Katie selfishly kept frigging herself, letting me tongue her.
ÒPlease donÕt dooooo me that way,Ó I babbled. Rob ignored me. He thrust
again. I felt his shaft plunge deeper into my fanny. I tried to squeeze him
out. He took it for approval, gave me another, more deeply penetrating
stroke.
ÒEeeeek!Ó I cried.
ÒShe feels it right up to her navel,Ó Jane chuckled.
ÒGod, sheÕs tight upon me,Ó Rob breathed.
ÒYou are her first,Ó Jane said. I wasnÕt, quite, but close enough, and
she didnÕt know of my naughtiness with Nick in the cave.
ÒOhhhh, I hope nobody fucks *my* bottom!Ó Katie declared. She
continued rubbing herself.
ÒHow about your cunt?Ó Nick asked her.
ÒNot that either,Ó Katie said. ÒIÕve never had anything up my cunt,
and I donÕt ever want anything up me there, either.Ó
ÒThen thatÕs exactly what youÕll have,Ó Nick said. His penis, so
recently milked, sprang to attention at the thought of relieving Katie of
her virginity.
ÒNoooo!Ó Katie said. Nick rolled atop her and the scream she was
uttering seemed to drown under the weight of his big manÕs body. He
shoved my face aside. He kissed her hard, upon the lips, as if to give her a
token, at least, of his love before taking her. Then he scissored her legs
more widely apart and put his thing to her cunt. She shrieked. NickÕs hips
jerked forward. Katie shrieked louder. He announced to us, like a
bridegroom upon a wedding night, doing it publicly, that he was in. The
prize was taken. He began to shaft her. His lips glued themselves to hers,
and her cries, so ear-splitting a moment before were drowned by his
close-pressed mouth.
We were undone. Myself from the rear, Katie between her virgin
legs. The men humped us. We suffered. I found the penetration hard, but
endured somehow. She screamed to be let go but was not let go until the
deed was complete. She orgasmed again; her first with a man in her.
RobÕs fingers sought my spot and brought me off again, his dick plowing
my behind as if it were a cunt. Jane laughed. She whacked both menÕs
fannies with her crop. But lightly; so as not to save either myself or Katie
from the menÕs wicked lusts.
ÒOh, my bottomÕs sore,Ó I confessed, when I had at last regained sole
use of my body. Katie lay beside me, issuing soft, self-pitying sobs. I felt
my own cheeks stained with tears. I licked my lips. They were salty. My
ass felt like it had been basted in an oven, then skewered with a hot poker.
Yet Jane was jovial, passing us drinks and insisting we sip them.
ÒThe alchohol in them will lessen the pain,Ó Jane told us.
ÒOh, then why didnÕt you give them to us foist?!Ó Katie blurted. She
sobbed and clutched at the drink Jane passed her with both hands. She
downed it in quick gulps. There was blood between her thighs, where Nick
had pierced her viriginity.
ÒBecause I wanted you both to feel whatever was done to you,Ó Jane
said in a pleasant, seductive voice, as if weÕd just been to a fair, and were
being served drinks after a hot day on the rides. She brushed my hair out
of my eyes. She ran her fingers along the length of my tresses. ÒNow you
may both let the liquor put you to sleep, if you wish. You can bathe later.Ó
ÒOhhh, I have to pee again,Ó Katie said. The sound of both men, in the
bathroom adjoining the bedroom, was loud; they were both urinating at the
same time into the toilet.
ÒDonÕt pee on the seat,Ó Nick told Rob.
ÒDonÕt piss on my carpet,Ó Rob answered. I imagined them both
jostling each other, two big men vying for the same small toilet bowl.
ÒJust pee in the bed, dear. ItÕs wet already,Ó Jane told Katie.
ÒOkay, I will then,Ó Katie said. ÒI donÕt want to go in *there*,Ó she
said, of the bathroom.
ÒOh, donÕt piss in the bed again!Ó I cried. Yet almost at once I felt a
sickeningly warm liquid spread itself under my bottom. She was peeing!
Just like a little girl, the littlest sort, too lazy to get up and go use the
potty.
ÒWell, then,Ó I said in retaliation, sipping my own drink. ÒIf youÕre
going to just pee in our bed, I will too!Ó
ÒNo, youÕre biggerÕn me. You need to go use the toilet,Ó Katie said,
even as the last of her pee spread underneath my bare seat.
ÒFat chance,Ó I said. I paused, drew in my breath (it is ever difficult
to do that which youÕve been trained not to.) Then, nerving myself against
my better instincts, I let loose my pee through my cuntlips.
ÒOOOOOH! SheÕs wetting the bed!Ó Katie cried. She leapt up, spilling
her drink on me. With her long, brown tresses flying, she crawled quickly
over me, dragging her chain across my peeing muff. Jane tried to restrain
her. But she was young, full of energy, like a kitten released from the
house after a too-long night cooped up indoors.
Katie dropped off the side of the bed, her bell ringing. ÒIÕm going to
sleep on the floor,Ó Katie declared. I knew there was a furry throw rug
beside the bed and I guessed she was settling down upon it. ÒAnd if I need
to pee IÕll pee right here on the floor too,Ó Katie said.
I lifted myself up onto my elbows. The last of my pee continued to
jet from between the lips of my cunt as I sought her reflection in a
mirror. I found it. She was on all fours, her bottom high, her face pressed
to the rug. She was pretending to sleep, though she was waving her
bottom around in the air like a chubby white flag of surrender.
ÒKatie! Get back in bed! I donÕt want you peeing on the rug,Ó Jane
scolded the girl.
ÒI will if I want to. I can feel a little bit coming right now,Ó Katie
said. And, peering hard, I saw a trickle of pee escape from within her
cunt. It speckled the rug.
ÒKatie!Ó Jane cried. ÒYou are very naughty!Ó
Jane swished her riding crop down across KatieÕs seat. The girl,
apparently quite surprised, jerked her head up as the crop connected. She
let out a loud howl. Her hands flew back behind her and grabbed her
bottom.
ÒOhhhhh, that HOITS!Ó Katie screeched.
ÒWait Ôtil you get fucked up your behind,Ó I called out to her. I felt
merriment at seeing her tushy smacked. My own still burned and I reached
behind myself with one of my hands and rubbed it. It felt hot. Yet it was
beginning to acquire a warm, lovely glow, as if it were meant for a girlÕs
bottom to be used that way, hard-smacked. But my anal hole still itched
and burned from RobÕs penetration.
ÒBoo! Hoo! Hoo!Ó Katie sobbed. She buried her face in the rub but
kept her ass wiggling high in the air. Her hands rubbed it. Jane
contemplated the girlÕs seat, seemed to consider whacking her small
fingers with the crop, but then flopped back into the bed instead. She
rolled over and kissed me.
ÒShe is sweet, donÕt you think?Ó Jane asked me. She kissed my
cheek. It was strange, feeling her beside me, for IÕd just wet the bed
again, yet our hair was soft and dry, hers long and dark brown, mine
blonde.
ÒMmmm, you have not yet cum,Ó I said. I placed a hand between her
thighs. I was angry at her for swatting me, for letting her husband have
his will with me, and yet I felt a sisterly affection for her. I aspired to
be like her, when I was 19.
ÒOook! IÕll pee on the rug if I want to,Ó Katie announced. I tried to
see her again, but JaneÕs face was too close to mine. Instead I simply
relaxed, let her kiss me. She urged my lips apart and fed in my mouth with
her tongue. I reciprocated by diddling her slit with my fingers.
ÒMay I pee on your hand?Ó Jane asked me. I giggled.
ÒIf you wish,Ó I answered. She sighed. A moment later I felt a wet
sprinkling upon my fingers.
ÒOhhh, you are doing it!Ó I said.
ÒYou said I could,Ó Jane answered.
ÒAm I mistress now?Ó I asked.
ÒNo,Ó Jane said. ÒDefinitely not. ÒThere is so much more I must
teach you first. You must be trained in all the ways of erotic
enslavement.Ó
ÒOhhhh,Ó I sighed. Jane put a hand to my cunny and rubbed me. ÒWill
you train me, if I wish it?Ó I asked.
ÒYes,Ó Jane said. ÒBut there is only so much a girl can wish for. You
must be pushed beyond that. There is a certain force that must be used.
Do you--Ó she gasped, for I was busily fingering her. ÒDo you
understand?Ó
ÒI think so,Ó I gasped. Her words enticed me, even as they sent
chills of fright down my spine.
ÒYou must be led beyond what you think you can take, what you think
you can face, or you will never know your true capabilities,Ó Jane breathed
hotly to me. Her voice was somewhat muffled by her tongue trying to feed
in me even as she spoke.
ÒUnnnh, yes,Ó I answered, my mouth wide to accpet her intrusions.
Her fingers made my hips buck.
ÒSee? IÕm peeing right now! Here comes a little *more* pee!Ó Katie
declared from below.
ÒDamn girl! What are you doing peeing on my carpet? Do you think
youÕre a dog?Ó Rob roared. I heard his footsteps as he came out of the
bathroom. Why had the men tarried together so long in there? I did not
know.
ÒYeeeek! I didnÕt mean to!Ó Katie cried.
ÒGod damn, you wet all over my carpet!Ó Rob yelled. I heard Katie
scramble to her feet. Her leg irons clanked. Too late, she realized
escaping by foot, a favorite of little girls who do naughty things, was
entirely denied her.
ÒHere, we shall train this young bitch how to be house broken,Ó Rob
said, apparently speaking to Nick. I wished to see, but Jane tongued me
more fiercely. I heard Katie squeal; I imagined both of them picking her
up. Her legs would kick, her fists would beat fruitlessly upon their nude
bodies. They would be stiff, from exploring the length of each otherÕs
cocks in the bathroom. I wondered whether Nick was bigger, or Rob. It
would be a close match, if they were ever measured. I would do it, one
day, measuring both of them with little inch-by-inch licks of my tongue.
ÒNoooo! I canÕt take BOTH of you!Ó Katie said in urgent alarm. I
heard growls from the men, heavy breathing. And then, as Katie screamed
in the distance, I came again, on JaneÕs inquisitive hand, and she came
against mine.
ÒDo not be alarmed by your desires,Ó Jane said to me in the bath. We
were in a large bathroom, white-tiled, immaculate. It was up the hall
from the bedroom where weÕd peed. It was not the bathroom the men had
relieved themselves in. Towels of various colors were piled around the
edges of a big, sunken tub. Bubbles bloomed. Katie sailed a rubber duck in
a corner of the tub; oblivious to myself and Jane. She had been
introspective since being taken at both ends by Rob and Nick; Rob enjoying
sloppy seconds in her newly opened cunt, Nick showing her how to suck.
ÒYou desire willpower,Ó Jane told me. She washed my back, my bottom. I
flinched under her caresses. She used just her hands, no washcloth. It
would have been too rough, she said, on my crop-scorched bottom. I felt
her slim fingers grip my bottomcheeks. She squeezed them as if they
were halved tomatoes, ripe and round. She yanked them apart, suddenly. I
cried out. Katie looked up.
ÒOh, donÕt,Ó I said. ÒThat hurt.Ó
ÒOf course it did, dear,Ó Jane said. She let my bottomcheeks ease
back together, still held by her hands, cupped, felt, held. I stiffened, then
relented and let my weight sink fully upon her firm palms. My bottom in
her hands. My body. My self.
ÒWahtÕs willprowler?Ó Katie asked from her corner refuge in the tub.
ÒStop playing with that duck and scrub yourself,Ó Jane replied.
ÒI want to know what willprowler is,Ó Katie said. Jane frowned,
ignored her.
ÒYes, that is what you are seeking,Ó Jane whispered to me. She
licked my ear. I shivered. My bosoms quavered on my chest. They were
round, like globes. Their tips rose as she licked me. ÒA will that is
powerful enough to use you, to break your inhibitions and carry you
forward to all the pangs and pleasures life has to offer,Ó Jane told me.
ÒAh, you are so special. Your bottom is so perfectly round, so tight. A
temptation, even to me, and IÕm a girl, just like you. You bring out lusts in
me that I didnÕt know I had,Ó Jane breathed.
I felt a tightness in my belly. Her words aroused me and yet, as
always, they sent icy shoots of fear up my spine. I pressed my hands to
my thighs. I let them drift upward. I gazed at my pubis, over my breasts,
and saw bits of soap bubbles clinging within the tight curls. I flicked at
them with fingertips.
ÒAfter your bath, we must continue your training,Ó Jane told me.
ÒBut not here. Here things are too easy. And there are distractions,Ó she
whispered to me, with a quick glance past me, at Katie. ÒWe must take an
hour, perhaps two, and go elsewhere. WeÕll come back here afterward.
There is a woman I should like you to visit.Ó She felt me stiffen again,
lifting my bottom up off her hands. She stroked the cheeks of my ass
lightly with her fingertips. She made whorls in the soap on my ass with
her fingertips. It stung, a little, when she touched me, due to her hand
slaps in the bed, and her crop slashes. But although her hand had been
applied fiercely, her crop had been more measured, less harsh. I felt a
warmth in my derriere where IÕd been struck. It suffused my whole seat
and made me feel desired. Desirable.
ÒWhat-- what is the purpose of our going?Ó I asked. My voice was
high and quavery, like KatieÕs. It was my nervousness that made it so. I
felt frightened in JaneÕs hands. Yet, curiously, I also felt loved.
ÒThe woman is a former school mistress,Ó Jane said. ÒShe wished to
be a model, but she is Russian, and she did not have the opportunity, under
communism. Instead she was forced to be a teacher much of her life.
Then, after the Berlin wall came down, she moved to England. There she
was principal of an all girlsÕ school, for a time. Now sheÕs retired from
that. She was quite attractive, in her youth. Almost as pretty as you.
Now sheÕs older, of course, though still very elegant. She still wishes she
could be a model. But sheÕs overaged now.Ó Jane sighed. ÒShe respects
great beauty like you have. Once in a while she takes a girl under her
wing, and photographs her, and sends her pictures out to modelling
agencies. Would you like that, hmmm?Ó Jane patted my belly. I said
nothing. I felt quiet, contemplative. I put a finger to my lips. ÒThis
woman, she understands the female form in a very precise and thorough
way,Ó Jane told me. ÒShe regrets she is not herself still young, like you
and I are. She will not, of course, ever admit that. But her jealousy can be
used to our advantage, you see, for having respect for our figures, and our
faces, and being female herself, she can understand us in ways no man
ever could. ThatÕs necessary, if we are to become fully developed females.
I have visited her, in the past, so I can speak from experience,Ó Jane told
me.
ÒWhat-- What was it like?Ó I asked. My voice quavered.
ÒIt was an ordeal,Ó Jane said frankly. ÒFor you will be going there to
feel the power of her will. She has an indomitable will. She is no-
nonsense, although youÕll be encouraged to deserve what she must give
you.Ó
ÒWhat must she give me?Ó I asked, my voice sounding more worried
than ever. Yet my titties stood up like two fine points upon the graceful
mounds of my bubbies.
ÒShe must give you an application of her will. So you can feel it,Ó
Jane said. ÒIt will make you stronger in your own will to feel hers. And
of course it can only be given corporally, of course. We will only be
staying an hour or two. We do not have time for the slow building of will
that can take place from one mind to another. That takes months, or years.
This will be short and quick. SheÕll give you something to remember her
by.Ó
I was certain IÕd pull my bottom out of JaneÕs hands and refuse, but
instead, I heard my voice ask, ÒWill it hurt?Ó
ÒOf course it will hurt, darling,Ó Jane laughed. ÒIt must make an
impression.Ó
ÒOh, I donÕt wish to be pierced or....Ó branded, I was going to say, but
I couldnÕt think of the word.
ÒYou are much too young for that,Ó Jane agreed. ÒThis will not be
permanent, except in the mind. Do you agree to go?Ó
ÒWill I cum?Ó I asked naughtily. I still remembered how her hand on
my ass made me frig myself with greater enthusiasm.
ÒYou are a bad girl,Ó Jane said to me. She knew what I was asking.
ÒYour hair must be perfect, of course, and there must be just a touch of
makeup, perhaps a little too much for a girl of 13, to make you more
deserving,Ó Jane said. ÒShe does not like to see young girls putting on
airs, and makeup. She is from the old school, and blames a girl who gets
herself into various doings with men. She does not blame the men. Nor
should she, in my opinion,Ó Jane added. ÒIÕll do your makeup. Not too
thick, but just enough to show her your true opinion of yourself. And of
course, like I said, your hair must be elegant and perfect, yet girlish, as a
girl might wear at school.Ó
ÒI can fix my hair,Ó I said. After all, I was only 13. If I didnÕt know
how to arrange a schoolgirlÕs hair, what did I know?
ÒMmmm, I will do it,Ó Jane said. ÒJust relax. Your time will come in
an hour or so. Until then, try to relax.Ó She picked up a washcloth and
rubbed it across my bottom. I flinched. She seemed not to notice. ÒLet
me finish your bath,Ó she said. ÒThen weÕll do your makeup and hair.Ó
We drove in JaneÕs car. Rain splattered the windshield. I wanted to
sit up front with her but she insisted I travel in the back seat. I was a
child again, being taken to lessons at school. It was just she and I, and
the rain. Katie was left behind, to the good graces of Nick and Rob. When
we left, they were playing Clue. Katie was having trouble. I sensed Rob
was cheating, to let her do better in a game she was failing at. He didnÕt
want her to throw a tantrum if she lost. They played in the living room, on
the floor. The men were clothed very casually, in jeans. No shirts. Katie
was naked, preferring to be just as she was, which, since there were no
clothes that fit her in the house, was just as well. Her leg irons lay
nearby. Perhaps they would lock her into them again, perhaps not. I
paused to kiss Rob goodbye as we left. He told me heÕd be expecting me in
a few hours. Katie said I was going to see a prowler. I didnÕt like leaving
Rob but I sensed he wished me to go. I even guessed he might have been
the one who suggested the trip to Jane. So it was he ordering me, really,
to go to the school mistress, I think, and that thought thrilled me, that he
would think of me that intensely, and I wondered if he might not be
following us, in the dark, to see what happened to me. Nick could be left
to babysit Katie. I felt a rivalry between herself, and me. Yet I sensed I
was winning it. Despite being taken away from him.
Nick was just a friend. Perhaps a good friend, but I felt nothing
special toward him, save that natural admiration a girl has a for a man,
and vice versa. I didnÕt feel the dark, terrible lust for him that I felt for
Rob. So I sat in the back seat of JaneÕs car, obeying what I thought might
be RobÕs directive, and wondering, glancing back now and then. Wondering
if he might be following us.
We arrived at a modest home, in a less expensive neighborhood. It
was set back from the street. There was a park across from it. The
nearest homes were set a conservative distance away from it. It was as
if they were afraid to be closer.
We got out. Jane opened an umbrella and, with no thought for
herself, placed it carefully over my head.
ÒA mother must take care that her daughter arrives looking
respectable,Ó Jane told me. We walked briskly up the front walk to the
home. Jane wore a black hat, a black dress, with elegant heels. They
clicked loudly across the wet sidewalk. I wore a long mink coat. It was,
in my new role as her daughter, as the daughter of Rob, supposed to be
mine. But I was just their guest, really, not their daughter, so it was
actually JaneÕs. I wore high heels.
We reached the door. Jane knocked on it for me. We waited a
moment in the rain. The house looked dark. Then I saw a light come on in
the front window. A moment later the door opened.
ÒHello. Ah, Jane. Your neice is here,Ó the woman who answered the
door said.
ÒYes,Ó Jane replied. Now my role had shifted, slightly. I was JaneÕs
neice, not her daughter. All was fluid. I didnÕt matter. What mattered
was that I was doing RobÕs wishes, and he wished me here. For an hour. It
would be quick, short. And...
ÒCome in, come in,Ó the woman said. She looked to be in her late
40Õs. ÒWelcome to my private school,Ó the woman said.
ÒI just need a baby sitter for an hour or so, while I go out,Ó Jane
said.
ÒOf course,Ó the woman replied. She closed the door behind us. The
room we were in was a living room. It looked pleasant, respectable.
There was a fire going in one corner.
ÒSheÕs all dressed for bed,Ó Jane said. ÒSheÕs already had her bath.Ó
ÒFine,Ó the woman answered. She looked at me, piercingly. Then her
eyes softend. ÒMay I please take your coat?Ó she asked. But it was not
really a question. More like an order.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó I answered. I thought I heard a car pull up along the
curb, where weÕd parked.
The woman took my coat. Underneath it I wore only a sheer
camisole. It was short, reaching only down to my belly button. It had no
cups. Instead, graceful holes had been cut out of it for my bosoms, letting
them be seen. My titties bulged through my cami, their tips quivering and
stiff. My cami was decorated with lace underneath the undersides of my
bosoms. Above, where there was only the bare outline of a bra, I shivered
as my nude bosoms jutted into the coolness of the room. It felt as if I
was all bosom, boldly going forth with them to meet my fate. Below, the
too-short shirt of my cami, attached to a bra with no cups, made my bare
pussy feel like the center of the earth. Hot, hungry, wishing to consume
everthing inside it. I was, it seemed, either outthrusting tits or inseeking
pussy. Both at once, really, and the womenÕs eyes darted between my
breasts and my cunny with knowing, feminine eyes. Men would have been
obsessed with the state of their cocks. But not two satisfied, elegantly
dressed women. They understood my body and my desires in ways men did
not. Even in ways I did not, for I was only 13.
I blushed, standing before them. With a sudden regretful modesty I
pulled on the hem of my cami. But it fell no lower than my navel. There
was no making it longer. Not now. I was here, I had been presented. The
woman greeting us had taken account of me now.
In back, my entire back was bare, from my neck all the way down to
my heels. Only where the bra/halter part of my cami closed, in the back,
was there any covering. My too-short cami was cut in such a way that it
swept off the sides of my back, not covering it at all. Only my belly was
covered by it, in front, and then only down to my navel.
Bare hipped, without panties, showing my bush, my thighs, my
calves, I tried to act discreet. I glanced at a statue of a man carrying a
bucket on his shoulder, that stood on a table that held a lamp. I touched it,
lightly, stroking the breadth of his shoulders. There was a vase of
flowers nearby and I bent and sniffed it. A big broad-leaved plant stood in
a pot on the floor. I touched its leaves, stroked them, and marvelled at
how sharp its leaves became at their tips.
The women gazed at me as I glanced at the various things, as if
waiting for a kitten to accustom itself to a new house. But even a cat
would have been covered with fur. I was nude, save for the nothing cami
hanging over my belly. Even my hair was pulled out of the way, so that it
wouldnÕt swish across my back. I wore it pinned up, in blonde pigtails on
either side of my face. Big, decorative bows, that matched the color of my
cami, tied my hair off into the twin tails.
ÒThis is her sleep wear?Ó the older woman asked, taking my mink
coat from me.
ÒIt is what modern American girls wear,Ó Jane explained.
ÒAnd the makeup? She wears makeup to bed?Ó the woman asked.
She hung my coat in a closet by the front door. Jane closed her umbrella
and sat it by the front door and removed her own coat. Underneath, she
wore a cire dress. It was black, like her coat. It was decollette in its
cut, almost too much, showing her cleavage almost to the red circles of
her nipples. Her breasts were white, untanned. Her arms and face had
been tanned, last summer, but sheÕd lost most of her tan during the fall.
There was a slit up each side of her dress. When she walked it could be
seen that she wore no panties, for the slits ran all the way from the
bottom of her long dress, where her heels stood poised, all the way up to
her waist.
Jane was carrying a small bag. She set it down on the floor. She
drew several items from it.
ÒI brought her bottle,Ó Jane said to the woman. ÒIt has warm milk in
it, in case she gets hungry.Ó
ÒVery good,Ó the woman said. Her eyes flicked back and forth,
between myself and Jane. I wanted to giggle, this was so awkward, yet it
was serious too, for Rob had ordered it and it was, truly, in all its
silliness, designed to teach me something. Something IÕd remember for a
long time.
ÒAnd here is her bear,Ó Jane said. She showed the woman a small
teddy bear. ÒAnd here I have a change of diapers. She refused to wear any,
as you can see. ThereÕs some baby powder also.Ó
ÒVery good,Ó the woman said. ÒBut I do not like her refusing to wear
her diapers.Ó
ÒShe wet the bed this evening,Ó Jane said. ÒShe claims sheÕs a big
girl, though, and donesnÕt need diapers. Of course big girls wear panties,
but she refuses those too, as you can see.Ó
ÒYes,Ó the woman agreed. ÒHave you been spanking her regularly?Ó
ÒNot regularly,Ó Jane replied.
ÒThat is the problem,Ó the woman said. She looked at me. I shrank
under her gaze. I felt both foolish and frightened at the same time. And
aroused, too, for I had heard heavy footsteps pass by the door, outside.
Somewhere, now, a door opened and closed, inside the house.
ÒWho is that?Ó I asked.
ÒI didnÕt hear anyone,Ó the woman answered.
ÒNor did I,Ó said Jane. I looked in her eyes and saw she had, but
wasnÕt admitting to it.
ÒYou require me to look after her while you go out?Ó the woman
asked.
ÒYes,Ó Jane said.
ÒYou are provocatively dressed,Ó the woman told Jane. ÒNo wonder
she wonÕt wear her panties. You donÕt have any on either.Ó
ÒAh, it is cooler, though, without them,Ó Jane said.
ÒIt is downright cold outside. This is the fall,Ó the woman told Jane.
ÒPerhaps youÕd better stay indoors, while I look after her. Without panties
on, you might catch cold.Ó
ÒAs you wish,Ó Jane said.
ÒIt is good that you brought her,Ó the woman said. She took my hand.
ÒYou will call me Miss Wood,Ó she told me. ÒIt is not my real name, but
real names are unimportant here. And what shall you be known by, young
lady?Ó
ÒRaquella,Ó I said, making up a name. It was Raquel, from Raquel
Welch, whoÕd IÕd seen in Barbarella, and When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth. I
added an ÒaÓ because the woman had a thoroughly English accent, and I
wanted to be European. ÒIt is French,Ó I told her.
ÒRaquella,Ó the woman said. She rolled the ÔrÕ as they do in Europe.
It sounded classy. ÒA French girl. I see. Well I had some French girls in
my school in England, and they always had a very high opinion of
themselves. They wore too much make up and insisted on violating the
dress code, not wearing their uniforms properly, but shortening their
skirts. And not wearing bras, under their blouses.Ó
ÒThat is exactly how I dress at my school,Ó I told her. Which was
true, in part. IÕd gotten in trouble for bouncing around in a t-shirt, with no
bra on. IÕd been late for the bus. I used to skip wearing a bra last year,
sometimes, and nobody noticed. But this year, I guess my boobs were
bigger. They noticed. I had to spend time in study hall, after school, for
not wearing a bra. Which only made the day longer, and meant I spent even
longer without a bra on. School can be stupid sometimes.
ÒWell, Raquella, I am sorry to see you dress for bed so
provacatively,Ó Miss Wood told me. I heard footsteps in the house. I
glanced at Jane. She pretended to ignore them. I didnÕt know whether Miss
Wood heard them or not. Her hair was beginning to turn grey. She had
lines on her face. Perhaps her hearing, too, was not what it once was.
ÒHowever, there is a certain advantage to your attire,Ó Miss Wood told me.
ÒIf you should need to be disciplined, your bottom is already bare. Turn
around. Let me see it.Ó
I put my hands to my seat. I gulped. Things were getting more overt
now. With a quick glance at Jane, who frowned at my recalcitrance, I
turned and showed my bottom to Miss Wood. I was sure Rob watched, from
somewhere in the house. I was glad heÕd followed us, leaving Katie with
Nick. I had him almost to myself now, except for his wife. Miss Wood
obviously was too old to hold his interest.
ÒTake away your hands,Ó Miss Wood told me. ÒYou have a lovely
bottom. If youÕre not going to wear panties, then you shouldnÕt try to hide
it with your hands.Ó
Slowly I withdrew my hands from my ass.
ÒAh,Ó the woman said. She bent. She moved closer to me. She
peered at my naked seat. ÒI see she has several marks upon it. They are?
Ah, yes. Temporary. From the use of an implement, I assume?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Jane said. ÒShe wet the bed earlier this evening, as I said.Ó
Miss Wood nodded. ÒIÕm glad to see youÕre not entirely remiss in
your disciplining of her,Ó she said. ÒBut such a round, white, lovely
bottom as she has is very enticing to men. She will get herself pregnant
if she isnÕt properly educated.Ó
ÒYes, I agree,Ó Jane replied. I gulped. Miss WoodÕs words were
closer to home than she knew. Even now, I wasnÕt sure when IÕd last
swallowed a pill. Somehow, though, IÕd managed to escape the cave IÕd
shared with Nick and his friends, without becoming enceinte.
ÒLet us go into my class room,Ó Miss Wood suggested to Jane. ÒI
would be remiss not to give her a few evening lessons, before tucking her
into bed. With your approval, of course.Ó
ÒPlease do with her whatever you feel is appropriate,Ó Jane said.
ÒBambi, I mean, Raquella, dear, Miss Wood will escort you into her class
room and have you write a little on the board, and also show her your
posture, and a few other things. Please understand that my husband Rob
made me take lessons from Miss Wood too, some months back, so I am only
requiring of you what was required of me.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó I answered. I felt she wanted me to call her mommie,
but I couldnÕt bring myself to be that foolish. Especially given what sheÕd
promised me in the bath, that this was a visit that would introduce me to
the force of feminine will. In a way IÕd remember.
Miss Wood took my hand. It was firm. It felt cold. It made me
flinch, the coldness of it. It was coated with cream like older women
sometimes smear all over their faces. My body felt flushed and warm,
despite my nudity. My babydoll flipped absently round my waist. My heels
were high, too high, spiked heels that made me feel tall and made it
difficult for me to walk unless I concentrated only on walking. Yet Jane
had insisted I wear them. WeÕd stopped at a shoe store on the way over,
trading furry slippers I wore for heels. I had, of course, kept my mink
coat on in the store, to the bemusement of the curious store clerk.
Now I was free of the coat, and without the collar IÕd worn earlier,
or the foot manacles. I liked my babydoll but I sensed its overt sexiness
displeased Miss Wood. Did she enjoy being displeased? I couldnÕt tell.
Perhaps a part of her enjoyed it, but another, deeper part of her was
envious. Jane had said sheÕd never been as pretty as me.
We walked through Miss WoodÕs living room, down a hall.
ÒRaquel, you are a spoilt American girl,Ó Miss Wood told me. ÒWe
were very poor in Russia. We did not have all your priviledges and luxuries
that you have.Ó I wished to remind her that I was French, in the game we
were playing for Rob, but said nothing. ÒYour parents have pampered you,
and your American teachers also, Raquel,Ó Miss Wood told me. She put her
hand on the handle of a door in the hall. She opened it. Inside, I saw a
small class room. It had a globe, a flag. A Russian flag. There was also a
blackboard, and a single desk, plus several chairs. A paper strip of
alphabet letters hung above the blackboard. There was a pointer standing
in a corner next to the blackboard. When I looked closer, I saw it wasnÕt a
pointer, but a cane. It was made of bamboo.
ÒGo to the blackboard and draw a male penis for me,Ó Miss Wood
said. ÒThatÕs right. A male penis. With the testicular sac underneath it. I
donÕt think youÕve been paying attention in health class. Draw it out for
me, and label all the parts. Can you do that?Ó
I looked at her rather blankly. IÕd seen a cock. I could draw a cock.
But to label everything. Well, I would try. She let go of my hand. I began
walking toward the blackboard.
ÒNo, you are doing it all wrong,Ó Miss Wood told me. I paused in
mid-stride. I hadnÕt even reached the blackboard yet. How could I be doing
anything wrong?
ÒYou American girls,Ó Miss Wood scolded. ÒDo you think you are
going to be President of the United States? Well, perhaps. If you donÕt get
yourself pregnant. But you, Raquelle, have the body of a fashion model. I
want you to walk as befits your build. Since you are built like a model,
you will walk like one. In the middle ages people accepted their proper
station in life. They did not aspire to what they had not been born for. You
have a modelÕs body. Therefore, you will learn to walk like a model.
Swing your hips. Give a certain lift to your step when you walk, so that
your fine young bosoms bounce.Ó
I obeyed. Hoping Rob was watching, I walked with a salacious grind
to my hips. I let my boobies bounce as much as gravity would allow. I felt
the tips stiffen to hard coral points. I was excited. A moistness began to
dampen my bare muff.
ÒTurn. Come back towards me. We will draw on the board in a
minute. First practise walking. Concentrate, dear. You look unsteady in
your heels. Tch. Tch. Do you wear sneakers all day, is that it? I know you
American girls. Dirty sneakers and those awful, ragged-edged, greasy
wide jeans. The ones that look like theyÕll fall down at any minute. Well,
here we can see your nice, bare legs. Show them off. And your muff. How
pretty your furred pussy looks. Show it. Thrust your hips forward as you
come to a stop, before you turn around to walk back toward the blackboard.
Yes. Shove your twat at me. It is a modelÕs walk, on the runway. There.
Now turn. Show me your bottom again. Make it wiggle, girl. Men might be
watching. Wiggle your ass so you can sell lots of clothes for your agency.
Are your boobies bouncing? Well, we arenÕt selling bras today, are we?
No, just nighties with holes where the bra should be. There, you are doing
better. Now draw a cock for me on the board, so I know youÕre at least
aware of the dangers men present to a young girl like yourself in this
world,Ó Miss Wood said.
I found a piece of chalk in a tray along the bottom of the blackboard.
It was new. It was pink in color. There was an eraser beside it but I
didnÕt need the eraser. Not yet. I picked up the chalk and began drawing.
ÒYou draw so sedately,Ó Miss Wood said. She sat in a chair now,
with Jane sitting beside her. They were wooden chairs. I hoped Rob,
somehow, was watching. ÒWiggle your ass as you draw. You must always
be thinking like a model. Who knows? You may have to make a career of
it. Work your hips as you draw on the board, girl. YouÕre drawing a cock,
Raquella. It should excite you. Make it bigger. Men who date a fine girl
like yourself, who is a model, have big cocks. Do you wish to date Pee Wee
Herman?Ó
I drew salaciously at the board, as she commanded me, as I hoped
Rob had secretly commanded her. I wiggled my ass back and forth as I
drew. I made a very big penis on the board with my chalk. I put a big
testicle sac underneath it.
ÒPut hair on the testes,Ó Miss Wood called out to me. ÒDo you wish
to date little boys?Ó
ÒNo, Miss Wood,Ó I replied. I put lots of hair on the balls, drawing it
in with my chalk.
ÒNow where is the crown?Ó Miss Wood asked. ÒYes, thatÕs it. DonÕt
forget to label the pee hole. Did you draw a pee hole?Ó
I suffered under her directions. She wished all the parts of the
penis labelled. ÒWhere is the root?Ó she asked me. ÒKeep wiggling your
hips as you write in all the parts. You should be excited, girl! Put your
hand between your legs. Show me youÕre excited by the big cock youÕre
drawing.Ó
I put my hand to my muff. It felt moist. Well, it would be even more
moist in a minute, I told myself. Reluctantly I began rubbing it. I felt the
tight curls there, the labial lips. I sought within them for my spot.
Miss Wood was implacable. She made me draw another cock, and
then another, erasing each one as I went along. She said each time that I
had been wilfull, and not drawn it as perfectly as befitted the
ÒperfectionÓ of the male penis. And she kept me rubbing myself, all the
while, making me grow more excited by the minute. And she reminded me
to grind my hips as I worked, and to make a display of my nude bottom,
gyrating it all about, as if I were on a runway, with other models, being
observed by men. Except, if I were on a runway, IÕd at least have
something more on than just this winsome, see-through nightie. Unless, I
reminded myself, it was a runway that was featuring a private lingerie
showing. Perhaps a showing for men only.
ÒOooooh! I canÕt draw anymore!Ó I declared after making the third
penis. My snatch felt wet. It had made my fingers all wet. I looked at the
penis IÕd drawn on the blackboard. It was the most perfect penis IÕd ever
drawn in my life.
ÒVery well,Ó Miss Wood replied. ÒYou have done your best. But I
sense a certain lack of appreciation in your drawing. Technically, it is
accurate. I shouldnÕt wish to harm the delicate self esteem of a pampered
girl like yourself. But there should be more of that intangible quality of
admiration in your drawing,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒMy husband died when I
was only 30. I think you spoiled American girls just take the male penis
for granted, Raquelle. It is a work of art. But you treat it diffidently.
That sort of diffidence will wind up getting you pregnant, because you
donÕt have a proper fear and admiration of it. A male penis is like Thor,
like Jupiter, the God who Thunders. If it strikes, you will be with child.
Come here, girl. You must learn proper respect for the male penis, or it
will be your undoing. And swing your hips as you walk. No, you donÕt have
to erase the board. Erase the board!Ó
ÒI was just trying to be neat,Ó I said meekly.
ÒShe wishes to erase such a perfect picture of a male penis,Ó Miss
Wood said scornfully to Jane.
ÒYes, it looks just like my husbandÕs, and she wishes to erase it,Ó
Jane said.
ÒSee? These spoilt girls. No respect, and she is still unsteady in
her heels. Come, girl. You require a sound thrashing to instill some
respect in you. Fortunately I worked part-time at a girlsÕ reformatory
school, after I retired. It was in America, though, and they let me go.
They said I was too severe.Ó
ÒTch,Ó Jane said.
With steps leaden with hesitancy, yet grinding my hips profusely as
I walked, I approached Miss Wood. A thrashing? I did not wish for that.
Did I? All RobÕs attention would be on me, I was sure, if I was punished.
Not on his lovely wife, with her black cire dress, and her perfectly made
up face, and her pinupÕs body. But on me. I would capture and hold his
attention for the entire length of my... beating. Yes. That was the word.
Oh, but why did I have to be hit on my bottom to take full possession of his
eyes? Of his mind. Of his lust. Because, I supposed, when I was being...
hit... (I still had trouble admitting such a thing to myself). When I was
being hit my bottom would gyrate even more salaciously than it did now,
and my young tits would flaunt themselves even more bouncily. And he
would feel concern for my tears. And my screams would pierce his ears,
demanding he pay attention to me. Only me. Not his wife.
I felt a finger poke between my lips. It was mine. It hung off the
corner of my mouth as a finger on my other hand explored my snatch. I
was hungry. I was lustful. I should not be lustful, I told myself. But I
was. I could still feel, vaguely, the imprint of JaneÕs crop upon my bare
behind. Was master gazing at my ass even now? Was he savoring my twin,
wiggly white spheres, and what must happen to them? Were his eyes
peering at my bottomcrack?
ÒCome and sit on my knee, Raquella,Ó Miss Wood told me. ÒSit down.
Right here. I know your bottom is naked. Put it here on my knee. Thin as a
bone, isnÕt it? Yes. Put your bottom on my old, bony leg. ThatÕs it,Ó Miss
Wood said, satisfied, as I settled my young backside onto her leg. ÒSit
still, girl,Ó she admonished. ÒI know youÕre excited. I can see that by your
pretty nipples. How they stick out from your breasts? My, your bottom
does spread upon my knee, doesnÕt it? Right up between your crack my old
leg goes, hmmm? Splitting the cheeks. No, donÕt shift your weight. I like
you just as you are, with your ass poised on my knee and my kneecap
jammed up between the darling cheeks of your bottom.Ó
I had sat down meekly on Miss WoodÕs knee, and it was most
unfortunate, for instead of sitting in a friendly way, sideways on her
thigh, IÕd shyly sat myself just at the very end of her leg, where her knee
was. The old goatÕs bony knee was now jammed up between my split-apart
ass, as if trying to impregnate my behind. It was decidedly uncomfortable.
My moist snatch made me even more figity.
ÒHow you wiggle so on the end of my knee, girl,Ó Miss Wood said
disapprovingly. ÒA proper English education would teach a young lady like
yourself to sit still. You are not a four-year-old, my dear. How pretty and
slim your back is. How lightly fleshed your ribs. My, I can see every one
of them, you are so thin. Let me see, I believe I can even count them. One,
two, am I tickling you?Ó
Miss WoodÕs finger poked me in my ribs. Next, it was light as a
feather, just barely touching me. I couldnÕt help giggling. It made my
bosoms jiggle.
ÒHow beautifully your breasts hang off your chest,Ó Miss Wood told
me. ÒLet me cup them. You are so young. They are so new. You should
keep them confined in a bra, so they grow properly. Yes, they will grow
even more, donÕt worry. How large you American girls can be in the bosom
department, hmmm? Yours are already like lovely ripe melons. And you do
not care to confine them, do you? You want to flaunt them. You want to
run naked and let your bosoms bounce wildly all over the place. You are
liberated, hmmm? Did you burn your bra?Ó
I wanted no nod ÔnoÕ. I hadnÕt burned my bra. Perhaps my mother had
burned hers, when she was young. Old people sometimes get confused by
all the decades, mixing one with another. Then again, I didnÕt always wear
my bra. I hadnÕt tonight. IÕd let my nipples stick out, when they felt like
it, and show themselves poking up from within my sweater.
ÒShe did not wear a bra this evening,Ó Jane told Miss Wood.
ÒShe did not?Ó Miss Wood asked. ÒWhat was she wearing?Ó
ÒJust a sweater,Ó Jane answered.
ÒOh, walking about outdoors with her boobs bouncing freely,Ó Miss
wood said. ÒAnd now she refuses to wear even panties when visiting me.
This does call for an application of the cane, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒNo,Ó I wanted to say, but the question was not addressed to me. I
was to sit still, with Miss WoodÕs knee up my butt, and her clammy hands
working their bony fingers into my tits. Oh, what silly things one does for
love!
ÒAt least the nightie she has chosen will not inhibit its use,Ó Jane
said to Miss Wood.
The old crone lifted up the hem of my nightie, which hung round my
ribs, leaving my hips and legs bare. My breasts jutted through the front of
it, for its uppermost part was merely a breast halter, without any cups.
My nipples stiffened even more as I felt Miss Wood play with the hem of
my nightie. I wished it had at least a back to it, but even there, I was
naked, protected only by the back of the breast halter. The rest of my
nightie hung, skirt-like, off my ribs and my front, leaving my back nude.
My bottom was completely without cover.
I opened my legs. I bent and looked down between my breasts at my
furry muff. I rubbed my cunt hairs. I was spread-legged on the old croneÕs
knee, looking sluttish, I thought, with my excessive makeup, and my hair
pinned up in pigtailÕs like a little girlÕs. Did Rob like seeing me this way?
With my breasts bare, my cunt all wet with my juices, my long legs open
to whatever depredations might befall my snatch?
ÒYes,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒBottom training is what she needs. The
posterior is a wonderful part of the body, for it can be beaten severely,
and be made to transmit painfully clear lessons to the mind, yet it heals
quickly, so that after a few days it can be sat upon, with relative comfort,
or thrashed again, if the pupil still requires more instruction.Ó
ÒI shouldnÕt like to see my little one hurt too badly,Ó Jane said to
Miss Wood.
ÒAh, you are uninformed, then,Ó Miss Wood told Jane. ÒHurt is what
we wish. Hurt provides the lessons that the mind would otherwise reject.
It is harm we wish to avoid. Unless, that is, you desire some mark, which
she can observe in future to remind herself of her instruction, even after
the pain of it is gone. Do you wish such a mark?Ó
ÒNot- not at present,Ó Jane answered. ÒIt is used, often, to claim a
girl, is it not? By a man, I mean. He has her marked to claim her forever
as his.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Miss Wood says. ÒIt serves as a bond between them.
Marriage, you know. It can be so easily undone these days. But a mark, on
the body, that is a permanent thing. Usually it is agreed upon, in advance,
by the couple in question. He desires to have her marked. Professionally,
you know. By someone like myself. Sometimes he is present. Sometimes
not. It depends on the manÕs constitution. Some men cannot bear to see
their little beauty marked.Ó
ÒYes, we do not wish for such a mark this evening,Ó Jane said. ÒShe
is really just a plaything. A diversion.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Miss Wood said. All the while she kept on stroking me,
lifting my breasts and testing the tenseness of my nipples. She inquired
between my legs into the wetness of my slit. She parted my legs more
fully. She made me continue to sit with my full weight upon her knee.
ÒYes. It is better for your husband, being as handsome as he is, to stray
within your view, for he would surely stray in any case, he is, as I say, so
beautiful to look at.Ó
ÒMmmm. I showed you his picture when last I visited,Ó Jane said.
ÒWith the other girl.Ó
ÒHmmm. How is she? She was 14, was she not?Ó
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Jane replied. ÒShe no longer works for us.Ó
ÒA lovely girl,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒYou have good taste. And this one.
She is, perhaps, even prettier still. You keep your husband well supplied
with young flesh.Ó
ÒNow and then, as a diversion, to keep him from playing the field on
his own,Ó Jane said. ÒAnd there is a certain beauty in the girls that I like
for its own sake,Ó she confessed.
ÒBut she will of course be dismissed when her usefulness is...Ó Miss
Wood began.
ÒWhen she bores me,Ó Jane answered. ÒOr I find someone prettier
still. I like the girls I meet, but IÕm not trying to build a harem.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒA man would want to be greedy, and
keep all the girls he met forever, though the newest one, of course, would
attract his attention far more than the ones heÕs already been privy with.Ó
ÒYes. I let them go, when I no longer find they interest me as much
as when we first met,Ó Jane said. ÒLet them play elsewhere. It would be
improper for me to enslave them.Ó
ÒExcept briefly, as love slaves,Ó Miss Wood agreed.
ÒYes. And I do not want them getting too close to my husband,Ó Jane
added.
I shivered, out on the end of Miss WoodÕs knee, with her kneecap
jammed up between my buttocks. They were talking of me as if I were
some piece of furniture! And there had been other girls? Before me? How
humiliating! And yet I of course knew I wasnÕt RobÕs first. After all, he
was married. I did not know what to think about the idea of being... used.
How difficult it was for me to admit to myself anything, I thought as I sat
with Miss WoodÕs knee stuck in my ass. I was being used, wasnÕt I? And I
would be hit. Across my bottom. They would enjoy the act, and my
suffering, and afterward I would be turned out, made to go away. Did I
want that? No! And yet that was surely what would happen. Unless.
Unless Rob wound up preferring me to his wife, and marrying me, and
divorcing her. Yes, I told myself. That was surely what would happen.
I stiffened. My back straightened. (Though, indeed, I was sitting
rather straight already, what with a womanÕs knee worked up into the
cheeks of my tush.) If Rob did prefer me, would he need to mark me? That
would bond us forever. He was an honorable man, I felt, even though IÕd
known him only a little while. If he marked me, I would be his forever. He
would not stray after that. He would love no one but me. Jane would be
turned out, not me. She would prove to have been the ÒdiversionÓ, as she
called it. Not me.
Miss Wood grabbed my arms. She wrenched them behind me. I
bleated out a cry of alarm, like a sheep ready for slaughter. Jane laughed.
Holding my wrists behind me, Miss Wood placed cuffs over my wrists and
locked them. I wanted to run, to jerk my hands away, but she held them
tight and I sat, half-compliantly, half not, wiggling and squirming on her
knee, yet obeying, for Rob was watching.
ÒThere,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒMy, you are trembling, girl. Do you think
IÕm going to hurt you now, hmmm? Do you think IÕm going to mark your
lovely body? Shhhh. DonÕt answer,Ó she said, placing a finger over my
lips. ÒDid Jane tell you this is about willpower, hmmm? Mine *and*
yours? Oh, IÕm sure youÕll require the cane on your bottom before you
leave. Yes. Nobody leaves here with a nice, white bottom like you have.
But not yet, my dear. No, not yet. I want you to go to the blackboard again.
I want you to pick up the chalk again. Yes, the chalk. What? You canÕt?
Of course you can! You have lips, and a mouth, do you not? Pick it up with
your mouth.Ó She laughed. ÒYou will draw on the black board with the
chalk in your mouth. The pink chalk between your pink lips. You will draw
cocks. Lots of cocks. I want the whole blackboard filled up with big,
stiff, hairy-balled cocks. Then we will see about your bottom. Get up!Ó
Miss Wood said. She slapped my flank with her bare hands. It stung upon
my thigh. I leapt up. My bosoms bounced in my leaping. The hem of my
nightie rose, fell. My bottom wriggled, glad to be free of her intrusive
knee. I was free again, free of her hands, and yet not free, for my own
were bound behind me.
I went to the board. I bent over, showing the full amplitude of my
bottom, my cheeks, bending and offering them. I licked in the chalk trough
with my tongue. At last I was able to grip a loose piece of chalk with my
teeth. I stood erect. I held it tightly in my mouth, lest I drop it, and be
punished. I tossed back my blonde hair from my face. I drew cocks, as
sheÕd requested. I made them long and large and with big, hairy balls
hanging underneath them.
ÒVery good,Ó Miss Wood complimented me, when IÕd filled the last
corner of the board up with the pink outlines of a big manÕs penis. RobÕs
penis. Did he see himself up there, as I did? ÒVery good. Put down the
chalk. Carefully. Back into the trough. Other girls will need it. ThatÕs it.
One girl simply dropped hers,Ó Miss Wood said in an aside to Jane.
I turned. I gazed at my captors. Two women, smartly dressed. Me
wearing nothing, my bush moist, my nipples sprouted, only a filmy,
unconcealing nightie hanging down under my tits.
ÒIt is a maternity nightie she is wearing,Ó Miss Wood said to Jane.
ÒYou see? She is free to suckle with her bare breasts. And her nightie,
while covering her tummy down to her navel, does not inhibit it at all. So
she can be swollen with child, yet discreet. Of course it is rather
indiscreet, I think, for a young girl of 13, whoÕs not pregnant, to be
wearing a maternity nightie.Ó
ÒShe chose it herself,Ó Jane answered.
ÒPerhaps she has plans for your husbandÕs seed you donÕt know
about,Ó Miss Wood said.
ÒPerhaps,Ó Jane answered. ÒBut if she bore a child, with his sperm,
IÕd consider it mine.Ó
ÒShe would be a surrogate mother, then?Ó
ÒI should hope so,Ó Jane said. ÒOtherwise she would be--Ó
ÒHis wife?Ó Miss Wood asked.
ÒNo. Never. I am his wife,Ó Jane said.
ÒAh, but rings can be put on, and taken off again,Ó Miss Wood said.
ÒYou have neither mark upon you, Jane, nor a child of his. Who are you to
claim a superior right to her, if she conceives?Ó
ÒI am her mother,Ó Jane snapped. She frowned at the old woman.
ÒConsider it a sign of appreciation of your beauty that I spoke of it,Ó
Miss Wood said.
ÒThat you wish to mark me?Ó Jane asked.
ÒOne does not wish at my age,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒBut, were I
younger, and practising the trade I do now, well...Ó
ÒPerhaps someday,Ó Jane said.
ÒTonight we must concern ourselves only with her, of course,Ó Miss
Wood agreed. ÒCome to me again, Raquella. Wriggle your hips as you do.
They will surely wriggle quite salaciously after IÕve caned you, dear. You
shanÕt be able to still them then!Ó She laughed. ÒCome and sit on my lap
again, dear. Perhaps youÕll sit in a more friendly fashion this time, eh,
knowing how old and bony my knees are.Ó
I did. I sat on her thigh, on the thickest part of it I could find. It
was much softer than her knee, though still on the slim side, as if thereÕd
been more of her once, but it had wasted away as sheÕd aged. My boobs
hung nakedly under her eyes. She admired them, frankly, as a man might.
ÒYes. You have fine tits,Ó Miss Wood said. She pinched my nipples.
ÒOW!Ó I cried.
ÒFine tits for a girl your age, especially,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒAnd so
perky. How you respond when I touch them.Ó
ÒOW! Please donÕt do that,Ó I said. My voice was breathless. I felt
excited. Yet her fingers were rude. I didnÕt like them pinching my bosoms.
ÒNow, Raquella,Ó Miss Wood said, exuding satifaction at seeing me
wince. ÒI have been so concerned for you that IÕve given you some training
right off. But really, this is most inappropriate. Do you remember when
you first went to nursery school? Was there not a physical examination,
by a doctor, of your body before you were allowed to attend? It is the
same here. I am no different from the state in that respect. We shall have
to examine you, my dear. When you were a little girl, of course, you
simply lifted your skirt, and dropped your panties, and stood in front of
the doctor, perhaps holding your teddy bear all the while. But not here.
You are bigger now. Come! We must give you a young womanÕs exam.Ó
Miss Wood rose. I, being on her lap, was forced to rise with her.
Jane stood. She eyed me expectantly. I tried to gaze at her, but wound up
looking at my toes instead. Was Rob watching? Did he wish to see me...
examined?
ÒWe have a doctorÕs office right across the hall, dear,Ó Miss Wood
said. She unlocked my handcuffs. She took the cuffs away, and I eagerly
rubbed my wrists. They had been tight. Jane smiled at me. But it was a
sadistÕs smile, glad to see me suffering, if only a little. I tried to ignore
her smile.
ÒPlease take my hand,Ó Miss Wood told me. ÒI donÕt want you running
ahead, or lagging behind. ThatÕs a good girl.Ó Miss Wood put a finger under
my chin and lifted it. ÒTry not to be afraid, dear. YouÕre trembling so. A
visit to the doctor is worrisome, but IÕll try to see that you arenÕt probed
too deeply. I try to make sure that the discomfort in my exam isnÕt
excessive.Ó
Miss Wood pulled me forward. Her words did nothing to assauge my
fears. I felt as one on a river, a raging river, bobbing along, unable to
control my fate. And yet I could, at any moment, refuse, couldnÕt I? But
then what would Rob think of me? He would think me just a child,
woulndÕt he? Not a young woman fit for his attention, but only a scared
little girl. I didnÕt want to be thought of as a scared little girl. Katie, I
was sure, would never willingly submit to a physical exam. It would
frighten her, going to the doctor. So I let my chin be lifted, and tried to
walk confidently, while still swaying my hips, which swayed in any event,
thanks to Miss Wood requiring me to, or not, because in addition I was
agitated and feeling sexy. It was a sexiness laden with fright, however.
Perhaps I wished it that way? Perhaps I didnÕt feel enough self esteem to
just be outrightly sexy? My mom would never want me to be outrightly
sexy. Nor my teachers. Nor my pastor. Especially at 13. So, yes, I needed
to be pushed a little, and made to frig my slit. Pulling me along, Miss
Wood made me put my free hand over my pussy. She told me to feel shy at
being exposed to the doctor, yet excited. And I did! I diddled my slit as
we walked, my hips swinging, Jane following. I let my bare bottom flaunt
itself before her eyes. I played with myself freely. I felt my nipples,
stiffly uprisen on my bosoms, sticking out in front of me as I frigged my
slit. We were so naughty. I was so bad. I would be well deserving of that
cane standing in the corner, before the night was through.
I wondered about Katie. What games were they playing? She and
Nick? He was a bad boy, Nick. He had lured me to that cave full of Navy
Seals. They had used me, and I had never seen them again. Would the same
happen to me this time? Would Rob be a distant memory soon, as Jim
already was becoming? Oh, my! I didnÕt want to be a slut! Yet I was
always, it seemed, running afoul of bad people. Nick first, now Jane and
her husband, and Miss Wood. It was my body, I told myself. It was not me.
It was my body. It had blossomed and attracted all the worldÕs flies to it.
Flies and bees. And worms. Big, man-sized penis worms, that just had to
have me, no matter what.
ÒThis is the exam room,Ó Miss Wood told me. We were in the hall and
she opened a door and let us into another room. Behind us lay the school
room, across the hall, the big penises IÕd drawn still on the black board.
Before us lay a wicked looking room, with an ob/gyn table, complete with
stirrups, and surgical tools on a metal tray beside it. There was a screen,
in a corner, behind which one could undress. I, of course, Miss Slut, was
already nude, or almost nude. Now I would not only be naked but spread
and forced to offer myself. My whole self. Upon the table, I guessed. I
shut my eyes tight and tried not to walk forward when Miss Wood pulled
on my hand.
The exam room was scary enough, but what made it worse was
something along one side of the room. There, lined with brick, with a fire
set standing beside it, was a fireplace. A small fire crackled within it,
turning logs slowly to ash. Hearing it, one knew instantly one wasnÕt
really in a doctorÕs office. It was only a play office, designed for wicked
ends. How it would have been so much easier if the exam room was
perfect in its appearance. Then I might have told myself I really was in a
doctorÕs office, being examined by a doctor. But not with that fireplace.
That, crackling away, throwing light and heat out into the room, made it
abundantly clear that this was not an real doctorÕs office, but only a
house, with doctorÕs gear placed in it. I would be probed by people who
were not doctors, who were only playing. They would, perhaps, open me
wider than any doctor, require more of me, and it would be all for naught.
Nothing would be learned, except perhaps by me, that I shouldÕt play such
games.
ÒGet on the table,Ó Miss Wood said to me. There was a small
portable set of steps next to the ob/gyn table. She guided me toward
them. ÒWait,Ó she said suddenly. ÒYou have your nightie on. Your
maternity nightie. Please go behind the screen and remove it. Your heels
also. I will need you barefoot, so that I can place your feet properly in the
tableÕs stirrups. Go, my child. WeÕll be waiting for you when you come
out. Oh, yes. One other thing. While you are behind the screen, I would
like for you to brush out your hair, and touch up your makeup. Remember,
this is a special doctorÕs office. You must look your very best, even if you
are naked.Ó
Shiveringly I let go of her hand. How awful this was! Yet how stiff
and perfect my nipples were. How wet my slit. I left her with mincing
steps, not wishing to obey, yet able to do little else. Jane locked the door
to the room as I walked behind the screen. I heard the key in the lock. I
wondered where sheÕd gotten it, and why we needed to be locked in. Could
Rob see me from outside the room? Was there, perhaps, some sort of
camera? A hidden mirror? I guessed there must be. Yet, did I wish him to
see me as open as the ob/gyn table would make me? I did, and yet, at the
same time, I did not. I was conflicted. I only wanted him. Yet he wanted
more. He wanted me, but also to see me tested. Perhaps because I was so
young? Or because it served his wicked male needs? I didnÕt know. With
butterflies in my tummy, I stepped behind the screen. There was a hook
there, for my nightie. A low stool. A mirror. A makeup kit. A brush for
my hair.
ÒCome out, Raquella. This is a doctorÕs office, not a beauty parlor,Ó
Miss Wood called some minutes later. I appeared from behind the screen.
My hair was brushed to a bright gloss. My pigtails were back in place,
holding my freshly brushed hair. My ribbons in my hair, holding up my
pigtails, now matched a nightie I no longer wore, hanging by itself behind
the screen, on a hook. My lipstick made my lips red, seductive. My eyes,
large and bright and frightened, bore new layers of mascara. My cheeks
were powdered. I looked like a girl going dancing, but instead I was to be
examined!
I paused with fright as I stepped from behind the screen. Miss Wood
and Jane were decked out in surgical gear! They both wore long, flowing
hospital surgeonsÕ gowns. Their hair was pinned up, though not
completely, within surgical caps. They wore rubber gloves. Their faces
had surgical masks tied over them. I was nude, barefoot.
ÒCome here, Raquella,Ó Miss Wood told me in a stern voice. ÒMedical
time is expensive. We doctors are busy people. Come and get up on the
table, so we can begin your exam.Ó
ÒYes, Miss Wood,Ó I answered. I shivered as I walked. I bit my lower
lip. I felt my teeth rubbing against the lipstick IÕd applied to it.
ÒUp on the table!Ó Miss Wood commanded. ÒGet your bottom up there.
Yes. Mount the steps. Lie flat on your back. Take your hand off your pussy.
We must examine your sex, right up you all the way to your womb, to
insure youÕre free of disease, and without child. And you must be given a
pap smear, of course. It will only hurt a little.Ó
Wincing, blushing, my hips waggling with fright, I mounted up the
tableÕs steps. I lay down upon the paper sheeted surface of the table. The
paper had small elephants and giraffes printed on its surface, as a table
might have in a childrenÕs hospital. Miss Wood and Jane came up beside
me. They stood over me. They peered down at me, anonymous in their
surgeonÕs masks. I let them take my wrists. I felt myself shaking, I was
so worried. Anything, I felt, could happen to me on this table. Anything
from an abortion, which I didnÕt need, to a pregnancy, which I half-wanted,
if it was by Rob, and didnÕt want, if it was by anyone else. I was to be
spread, opened. I felt them take my ankles and place them in the
footrests. They buckled them there, then returned to my hands. I lay with
them over my head, where theyÕd laid them. I gazed up. Twin leads hung
over me, positioned over my breasts. What were those for? I felt rubber
tubing wrap around my wrists.
ÒThe exam may be painful,Ó Dr. Wood said. ÒWe will bind your hands
so that you do not interfere.Ó
ÒNo,Ó I breathed. But my voice was small, frightened. They ignored
it.
ÒIt is normal to feel afraid, as a patient,Ó Jane said to me in a
consoling voice.
My wrists were bound to a metal bar at the top of the table. The
women used rubber hospital hoses. They were not made for such a
purpose, but it didnÕt matter. They were effective in restraining me.
ThatÕs all that mattered.
Carefully Miss Wood buckled a strap across my middle. She made it
tight, so that I couldnÕt buck up my bottom as they examined me. I gazed
down at myself, at my bosoms, at my risen nipples. I was theirs to do
with as they pleased now.
ÒOne more thing,Ó Miss Wood said. She placed a cloth over my eyes.
Someone lifted the back of my head up. Hands tied the cloth so that it
formed a blindfold. I could not see. I felt more frightened than ever.
ÒNow open your mouth,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒSay ah.Ó I felt a wooden
popsicle stick on my tongue. I showed her my tonsils. Then, to my gasping
surprise, I felt a bit jammed in my mouth. It was made of rubber. ÒBite
down,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒThis will help with the pain. I wouldnÕt want you
griding your pretty teeth together. You might break them.Ó
ÒNo, please!Ó I tried to cry. It was no use. I was firmly bitted. It
was buckled behind my head, with a leather strap. It held my teeth apart
and pressed down on my tongue. I regretted opening my mouth to the
popsicle stick. I regretted everything, but it was much too late now. I
was to be a patient, nothing else, for the next few minutes. Spread and
opened and made unresistant.
ÒWho needs anesthesia when thereÕs straps and restraints and bits?Ó
Jane laughed.
ÒI couldnÕt agree more,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒNo wonder hospital costs
keep rising. All that money they spend every year on anesthesiologists,
when a pair of straps will do just as well.Ó
ÒLove slaves, fortunately, have no choice in the matter,Ó Jane said.
ÒWell, letÕs see what sheÕs been up to, now,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒYou
never know about these American girls. They are so beautiful, and sleep
with so many men.Ó
ÒIndeed,Ó Jane said. ÒI think we should check every part of her.Ó
ÒSee how well the stirrups lift her legs. They swivel her hips up
nicely. We can examine both her cunt and her bottom hole,Ó Miss Wood
said.
ÒSheÕll need both examined, too, the way she gives herself so freely
to men,Ó Jane said.
ÒBut we must begin with the titties,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒSee? I have
leads hanging here, over our heads. Please uncoil one and attach it to her
nipple.Ó
ÒMy, these are new,Ó Jane said. ÒWhat is their purpose?Ó
ÒTo test the teats for child-rearing,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒThey are
connected to an air pump. It will suck, in alternate seconds, all the air
from these thin tubes attached to the tips of her breasts. Sucking on
them, as a baby might, to test her fitness to nurse.Ó
ÒInventive,Ó Jane said.
I was attached. By my bosoms. I gasped behind my gag but they paid
me no heed at all now. I was just a stretched-out body, to be played upon.
They licked my nipples, bit them irreverently, making me sob behind my
gag, and hooked the tubular leads up to me. The leads ended in small cups
which, wetted by the womensÕ saliva, and being vaccum tubes, allowed my
breast tips to extrude up into the glass confines of each cup. The machine
began to suck upon my bosoms. Just the nipples, of course, because that
was all that could fit up inside each cup, though the women tried to stuff
in as much of me as they could, to make the fit tight. I shouted behind my
gag. I was ignored. With the machine grinding away, the leads pumped my
titties. My boobs wobbled nakedly on my chest. My nipples felt as if they
were being attacked by twin mouths. Hungry Terminator babies suckled at
my teats, unrelenting. They desired nourishment. I was pumped like some
Queen Bee, feeding a hive, used only for my reproductive value.
ÒI have company this evening,Ó Miss Wood said to Jane.
ÒOh, really?Ó Jane asked.
ÒYes,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒAnd I think our little Miss here should have
her fleecy little mount attended to.Ó
ÒBut it is so pretty already,Ó Jane said. ÒDo you not think it is the
prettiest little mount youÕve seen in some time?Ó
ÒIndeed. But beautiful women go more often to the beauty parlor
than ordinary women do, IÕve found,Ó Jane said. ÒThey are always finding
an excuse to primp and preen.Ó
ÒSo you think I should play beautician to her pussy?Ó Jane asked.
ÒYes, please,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒWe both will. My company could
walk in on us and, well, RaquellaÕs face isnÕt the first thing theyÕll see.Ó
ÒNo, hardly,Ó Jane answered. She stroked a sharp-nailed finger down
the length of my slit. I quaked in my bonds. Company? Did Miss Wood
mean Rob? I hoped she did. But sheÕd said ÔtheyÕ, not ÔhimÕ.
ÒLetÕs give her a quick shampoo,Ó Miss Wood said to Jane. ÒJust of
her cunt hair, of course. The hair on her head hardly matters, with her
lying flat on her back and her head way at the other end of the table. Why,
bitted and blindfolded, I doubt my company will pay any attention to little
RaquellaÕs face. They would not even recognize her on the street,
tomorrow, if they saw her, though if she dresses like she is now, and
opens herself, perhaps theyÕd recognize her by her cunt.Ó
ÒYes, such a small, pretty cunt,Ó Jane agreed. ÒAnd her bush just
growing in.Ó
ÒWe must shampoo it, though, so sheÕll look her very best,Ó Miss
Wood said.
ÒLet me see, then. You have water?Ó Jane asked.
ÒIÕve converted the wet bar in this room to a surgical sink,Ó Miss
Wood said. ÒYouÕll find a small bucket over there, and a scrub brush, and a
fresh bottle of shampoo.Ó
ÒVery well,Ó Jane said.
I bucked against my bonds. I could barely lift my hips, due to the
tight strap across my belly. Yet I tried. Oh, how horrid it was, to be
spread and open like this, and now to be shampooed! And presented to
company?!
As the suction cups continued to yank on my nipples, drawing them
up to points that were painfully stiff, Jane fetched a bucket. I heard it
clank against something hard, a wooden stool, perhaps, as it was
positioned under my crotch. Water splashed onto my pussy. Fingers
rubbed my dell. Then I heard a squirting sound and rich, soapy liquid
spread itself in a line across my sex. Fingers returned to my snatch again,
and began rubbing me.
ÒOh, look how she tries to buck her hips,Ó Jane said.
ÒYes, she doesnÕt lie still, as she should,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒAnother
reason to bring the cane to her bottom when weÕre through.Ó
ÒSheÕll go home with quite a red one, considering all her
disobedience,Ó Jane remarked. They continued to massage me, rubbing
soap all over my pussy.
ÒNow for a rinse,Ó Miss Wood said. Water splashed my dell. ÒJane,
fetch the hair dryer. WeÕll blow dry her pussy hair. And get a brush, so we
can give her short pussy hairs a nice brush after weÕve dried them.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Jane said. ÒOh! HereÕs your company, she added, hearing
a knock on the exam roomÕs door. I heard footsteps. They were those of a
womanÕs high heels. The door was unlocked and I heard it creak, briefly,
as it swung open.
ÒWhy, boys. How nice of you to show yourselves,Ó Miss Wood said.
Her voice came from across the room. ÒDid you each have a nice shower?Ó
she asked.
ÒYeah,Ó several male voices grunted. Their voices seemed strained.
I gasped. They were boys! I could tell by how youthful they sounded.
ÒAnd you put on the suits I laid out for you. How wonderful,Ó Miss
Wood said. ÒJane, these are several select boys from the high school
swim team. I made them nice little suits. Do they fit okay, boys?Ó
ÒTheyÕre, uh, smaller than the ones we wear for the team,Ó a boy
said in a throaty voice.
ÒSmaller than your ball hugger swimsuits, your Speedoes?Ó Miss
Wood asked. ÒWhy, yes, I see they must be. Look, Jane. This boyÕs
erection has popped out of the top of his suit. Oh, thereÕs another!Ó
ÒSorry,Ó a male voice replied. ÒI couldnÕt--Ó
ÒNo, itÕs alright,Ó Miss Wood said. I imagined her rubber-gloved
hands touching his cock. ÒYouÕre so big and hard. Perhaps I did make your
suits a little small. I didnÕt realize you boys would be so big at 15 and 16.
Have you grown since I last saw you?Ó
ÒI dunno,Ó a male voice said.
ÒOh, here comes the other boyÕs penis. Right out the side of his
swimsuit. I guess I did make them too small,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒDid you
boys have a good practise this evening?Ó
ÒIt was kinda cold,Ó a boy said.
ÒOh, yes! ItÕs so windy and rainy,Ó Miss wood agreed. ÒThe school
really should build you boys an indoor pool to practise in. Here, stand over
here next to the fire, boys. Warm yourselves a moment while Jane and I
finish up with our other guest. SheÕs having a quick medical exam. To
make sure sheÕs fit for child rearing.Ó
ÒNurse Wood,Ó Jane said.
ÒYes, Nurse Jane?Ó Miss Wood asked.
ÒHave the boys step behind the screen and remove their swimsuits.
We can save on medical costs by examining them as well as Raquella
here,Ó Jane said.
ÒWhy, what a thought!Ó Jane said. ÒA package deal. Three boys and
one girl, all examined in one fell swoop. Boys, would you care to have your
penises examined? We could even test your ability to impregnate, given
that weÕve got a nice pussy right here, already open wide and ready to
receive you.Ó
ÒSure,Ó a male voice replied. It was seconded by two others.
ÒThen just step behind the screen,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒRemove your
suits. You can hang them over the top of the screen. That will be fine.
Would you care for a drink? We are fortunate in that, despite medical
cutbacks, we do have a wet bar here.Ó
ÒSure.Ó
ÒOkay.Ó
ÒWhy not?Ó the males grunted in reply.
As the males disrobed, a hair dryer was applied to my bush. It
gushed hot air across my gash, making me, in the process, wet along my
slit even as it managed to dry my pubic hair. Whoever was drying my cunt
hairs seemed not to mind that I was moistening in my dell even as she did
her best to make me warm and dry. When my pubic bush had been dried, a
hair brush was dragged across it. The feel of it made me even juicier
along my slit.
ÒThere. How pretty she looks,Ó I heard Jane say.
ÒYes. Quite presentable,Ó Miss Wood agreed. ÒBoys? Are you all
ready now? My, such big cocks! I really do think youÕve grown since IÕve
last seen you. Come over here, boys. I want to examine each of your
penises, to make sure you havenÕt been up to anything naughty thatÕs given
you a disease. And, since our little Miss here just visited the
beauticianÕs, I think itÕs only fair you boys have a quick visit too. A quick
shampoo for you!Ó
ÒBut we just took a shower!Ó one boy replied.
ÒYes, but this will only be a shampoo of your cock hair,Ó Miss Wood
said. ÒSometimes boys donÕt scrub all the places they should. But even if
you have, boys, I expect you to be very, very clean for what weÕre about to
do. This will be a medical procedure, and you know how those are.Ó
ÒWhat-- what do you plan to do to us?Ó I heard a boy croak. I
assumed Miss Wood had just taken hold of his cock with her rubber gloved
hands.
ÒIÕm going to save on equipment costs by using your dicks to explore
the cunt of our patient here, whoÕs lying on the table,Ó Miss Wood said. ÒIf
thatÕs alright with you, boys?Ó
ÒYeah.Ó
ÒSure.Ó
ÒWhy not?Ó the males, not exactly future Shakespeares, answered.
ÒMay I give her a quick check with the speculum, to see,
preliminarily, how sheÕs fitted out for such an exam?Ó Jane asked Miss
Wood.
ÒPlease do, Nurse Jane,Ó Miss Wood replied. ÒOpen her up and give
her a womenÕs exam. These boys wonÕt be peering inside her, after all.
TheyÕll be using their cocks. And the eye of the male cock cannot see. ItÕs
purpose is to ejaculate. IsnÕt that right, boys? Ooops! Not too soon,
please, son.Ó
ÒSorry. I didnÕt mean to get it all over your hands,Ó a boy said.
ÒItÕs alright. You have such a young, strong cock,Ó Miss Wood said.
ÒI doubt youÕll even flag in your strength, despite your accidental
discharge. Am I right?Ó
ÒI--Ó the male answered.
ÒSee, youÕre not lessening in your stiffness at all,Ó Miss Wood said.
ÒLook how hard he remains, Jane, despite cumming all over my hands!Ó
ÒOh, boys that age have so much jism,Ó Jane agreed. Meantime, she
began spreading me with a metal instrument. Despite being nude already,
and with my legs spread, I blushed fiercely as I felt the speculum open my
cuntlips in front of the boys.
ÒNow donÕt-- Oh! My, Steven, youÕve shot your load all over my
hands, just like your friend did,Ó Miss Wood said.
ÒWell you didnÕt wash off his jism and it was so oily and hot--Ó the
boy answered.
ÒOh, youÕve never felt another maleÕs sperm spread over your own
cock?Ó Jane asked. ÒYou boys obviously havenÕt been to too many orgies,
then, have you? Everyone winds up with everyone elseÕs cum and juice all
over their sexual parts at such a feast. Get used to it, boys. With cocks
like these, youÕll be getting lots of invitations, IÕm sure.Ó
With the speculum exposing me for all I was worth, I listened to
Miss WoodÕs chatter as she examined each of the boys. Then she had each
one put his erect cock over a bucket and she gave it a quick was. I
listened as shampoo was squirted along the length of each erect member.
Then came a cry from each boy as his manhood was vigorously massaged.
Two of the boys apparently shot themselves onto Miss WoodÕs belly. Their
spirits did not flag, however, nor their hard-ons. Miss Wood exclaimed
over the beauty of their cocks as she gently dried each one with the hair
dryer, trying not to so excite the boys that they spurted a third time.
ÒAlright, boys,Ó Miss Wood said at last. ÒYouÕre all still quite erect
for the task at hand, I see. How wonderful. This will really save my little
hospital a lot of money. IÕd kiss each of you on the tips of your lovely fine
instruments but IÕm afraid youÕll cum again. Here, a quick kiss on each of
your cheeks instead. Mmmm, you need a shave, Steven. Have you started
shaving yet?Ó
ÒOnce in a while,Ó Steven answered.
I listened as Miss Wood kissed each of the boys. Then I heard one of
them approach. His bare feet slapped on the floor. I sensed his approach,
between my legs. His hands grasped my thighs. He pushed my legs more
widely apart.
ÒOh!Ó I gasped behind my gag. I felt his bullet-headed hard-on bump
against my slit.
ÒSheÕs going to be a tight fit,Ó Miss Wood warned. ÒJane, squirt
some baby oil on to his cock. Has she had her pill?Ó
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Jane said. ÒBut she has dallied with my husband
already this evening.Ó
ÒThen she is undone already, or not,Ó Miss Wood answered. ÒA little
extra wonÕt hurt. Ram yourself into her, young man. DonÕt spare her.
SheÕll be tight all the way up.Ó
ÒHooooo!Ó I shouted. My gag silenced my scream. I felt the unseen,
anonymous boyÕs member shove itself into my twat. I shuddered. I tried
tightening myself, to keep him out. It was to no avail. He seemed to enjoy
my resistance, and pushed all the harder.
ÒRight up,Ó Miss Wood told the boy. ÒGet your dick into her. Split
her open with it and let her feel the full length of it. Put your hands on
his bare bottom, Jane, and give him a good shove. SheÕs quite narrow and
difficult for him.Ó
ÒShe is only 13,Ó Jane said. ÒHere, let me get hold of your behind,
young man. My, how small and compact it is.Ó I heard my paramour give a
shout, even as I screeched, trying to hold him back, and finding that he
rammed up me all the more eagerly and successfully. ÒYes, IÕm going to
put my finger against your anal hole,Ó Jane told the boy. ÒDoes that feel
awkward, hmmm? My, weÕre saving on medical costs this evening, Nurse
Wood! I can examine his butthole even as he examines her cunt!Ó
ÒThe president will be pleased at all our cost savings,Ó Miss Wood
agreed.
ÒThereÕs no need for National Health Care, not if you save on
expenses, like we do!Ó Jane said.
ÒNo indeed,Ó Miss Wood agreed. ÒDonÕt rub yourselves, boys. You are
fine young men, but I donÕt want to have too much sperm on my floor.
WeÕll have to pay all the money weÕve saved to the janitorial staff!Ó
ÒYes, Miss Wood,Ó one of the boys croaked.
ÒOh, youÕre spending anyway,Ó Miss Wood sighed. ÒWhenÕs the last
time you boys had sex?Ó
ÒNever,Ó one of the boys said.
ÒSixteen? And never been laid?Ó Miss Wood asked. ÒNo wonder
youÕre so full of sperm! My God, the milkman will think he can skip my
house, tomorrow. IÕll have white stuff flowing down the front steps.Ó
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó a boy said.
ÒThereÕs no need to be sorry, provided youÕre hard,Ó Miss Wood
assured the boy.
ÒI- IÕm starting to lose it,Ó the boy said.
ÒHere, let me see if my lips can get you erect again,Ó Miss Wood
said. ÒAs young as you are, IÕm sure youÕve got one more spurt you can
give us. Hmmm?Ó
ÒSure!Ó the boy said.
ÒTommy, donÕt play with your penis while IÕm sucking your friend,Ó I
heard Miss Wood say.
ÒI want to shoot mine, so I can get sucked too,Ó the boy answered.
ÒWell, alright, but-- Tommy! DonÕt stick your thing in my hair!Ó Miss
Wood, apparently kneeling now on the floor, scolded.
ÒIÕm sorry, maÕam, I--Ó the boy began.
ÒTommy! YouÕre shooting your sperm all over my hair!Ó Miss Wood
exclaimed.
ÒI-- God this feels good, Miss Wood, rubbing your beautiful hair all
over my dick!Ó the boy named Tommy cried.
I was filled to my womb by the boy who had been put to the task of
entering me. He did not spare me any of his erection. Even if heÕd been
minded to, seeing me writhe and buck under him, JaneÕs finger in his
butthole pressed him forward. With jerks of passion, mixed with alarm,
he shoved his hard cock in me, all the way up to his balls.
ÒNow draw back, then up again,Ó Jane told the boy, as he stood
stretching and filling me with the whole length of himself. ÒWe must
make a game of it, you see. Up you go, deep into her. Then pull your small
bottom back, drawing out your prick. Here, IÕll guide you a little,Ó Jane
said. I imagined her hands clutching now at his ass, her finger removed
from his bottom, if only for a moment. His cock slid out of me, all covered
with my juices. Then, just as the big, bulbous head of himself was about
to pop free of my cunt, Jane shoved him forward again. I screamed as I
felt him ram up in me once more.
ÒHey, this is fun!Ó the boy cried.
ÒYes, in and out,Ó Jane said. ÒWork your cock in her. Did you think
you were to just stick yourself in, and go to the bathroom in her?Ó Jane
laughed. ÒI want you to make her suffer. Make our little Miss take your
cock repeatedly.Ó
ÒWhatÕs her name?Ó the boy asked, holding me by my bare hips as he
shoved his dick hard into me.
ÒHer name doesnÕt matter,Ó Jane answered. ÒSheÕs a young slut. She
wished to be fucked, and gang-banged, but she insisted I cover her eyes, so
you couldnÕt know her name. Do you mind? Will you refuse her your seed,
because she wonÕt give her name?Ó
ÒNope,Ó the boy said, stretching me hard apart with the thickness of
his big cock. ÒSheÕs just a cunt to me,Ó the boy said. ÒAnyway, sheÕs a
blonde. I prefer redheads.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Jane said. She must have pulled again on his ass,
because he began to withdraw himself. ÒWho needs dating? And romance?
And kisses and flowers? All a big, strapping dude like you needs is
someplace to put his cock in the evening? Am I right?Ó
ÒThatÕs right,Ó the boy heaved, pulling his cock back to its head and
then splitting me anew as he rammed himself up again. ÒI figure, it takes
away-- it takes away from sports, asking girls out and stuff. Like you
said, I do need to shoot, but I like doing sports and it doesnÕt leave me
much time for girls,Ó he said. He spoke the word ÔgirlsÕ with a
considerable amount of contempt. ÒAnd working on my car. I like that
too,Ó the boy said.
ÒOf course,Ó Jane replied.
ÒYeeoch! DonÕt stick your finger so far in my butt!Ó the boy told
Jane.
ÒOh, youÕre so tight back here,Ó Jane said. ÒBut IÕm just a girl. DonÕt
worry, my finger is little.Ó
ÒI really donÕt need a butthole exam,Ó the boy said. ÒThe coach
doesnÕt require it.Ó
ÒHow about an examination of your balls?Ó Jane asked.
ÒOooh! No, not that either,Ó the boy groaned. ÒDonÕt squeeze them so
hard.Ó
ÒSorry,Ó Jane said. ÒAs a girl IÕm not aware of all the parts of the
male anatomy. How about yourself. Do you know all the different parts of
the female anatomy?Ó Jane asked. She spoke politely, as if they were
simply chatting at a party.
ÒNope,Ó the boy admitted, probing me deeply with his dick even as he
continued his conversation with Jane. ÒBut I do know girls have cunts.
That I know.Ó
ÒI guess so, since youÕre in one right now,Ó Jane laughed.
ÒAnd tits too,Ó the boy said. ÒWhatÕs she got attached to hers?Ó
ÒThose are suction cups, to test the fitness of her nipples,Ó Jane
said. ÒWould you like to suck them after youÕre through?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó the boy said.
ÒThey might hurt a little from the cups, so suck gently, alright?Ó
Jane asked.
ÒJust let me suck them,Ó the boy said. I felt his jism spurt suddenly
into my womb. He was deep, and I felt him fill me up right to my core.
ÒAh!Ó I cried, behind my bit.
ÒOh, God! IÕm losing it!Ó the boy groaned.
ÒNo, youÕre not losing it,Ó Jane said. ÒNot when youÕve rodded her
good, as you have. YouÕre fulfilling your duty, as a male. Fill her up with
your sperm. Would you like to be a father?Ó
ÒNot-- not if it takes away from sports,Ó the boy said. ÒMostly I
just need-- ack-- need to shoot my load. A lot.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Jane agreed.
Miss Wood saw to the spearing of my twat by the second boy,
immediately after the first had withdrawn. He, in turn, was put to my
nipples. Jane stopped the machine and removed the cups so the boy could
get at me. My nipples were so sensitive, I screamed, when the cups came
off. But the boy showed me no mercy. Immediately he put his mouth to my
teats and began to suck hard.
ÒYes, work them, gently but diligently,Ó Jane told the boy. ÒDonÕt
bite her! Just suck them very thoroughly. It wonÕt matter if sheÕs sagging
in a few years, from getting too much attention. SheÕs just a slut,
anyways. A very pretty slut, but a slut all the same. My, how eager your
friend is! He just jams his pecker right up her, doesnÕt he?Ó
I was reamed in my twat even as my first paramour assaulted my
breasts. Miss Wood saw to the second boy, making him take me with hard,
thrusting strokes, even as Jane made the first boy devour my tits. The
males hardly needed any encouragement but, given as I was already flat on
my back and split wide, I regretted what they did give, for it made them
take me all the less sympathetically. There were no kisses, no hugs. No
gentle pats or blandishments of love, however disengenous they might
later prove to be. There was just hard, relentless, deliberate fucking.
When the second boy had discharged, he was put to work on my breasts,
even as the first boy continued to feast on me. The third boy, meanwhile,
was guided between my legs, where he began his own assault on my dell. I
squeezed his dick hard with my cunt, to try to make him cum quicker. But
he seemed the hardiest of all, and the biggest. He jabbed me repeatedly,
and paid no attention at all to my cries for relief. His friends fed at my
breasts as if they were mounds of food. I was worked over like some kind
of blindfolded, gagged, inflatable doll. When at last the third boy came,
shooting into the already-filled depths of my womb, he was given a turn at
my breasts. At last all three of them were ushered from the room. They
did not ask for their swimsuits back. Miss Wood had them wipe their feet
before they left, so they would not track their sperm on the floor of the
exam room out into her hall.
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