ÒI like this one best,Ó Tabitha said. She lifted a big cleaver from
within the steel box. Tabitha pranced over to GregÕs loins and placed
the edge of the knife right against his dick.
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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter One
I saw the road was becoming thick with old trees, their branches
obscuring the sky. Moss hung from some of them, almost reaching into our
car as we passed. I shivered a little. An owl passed overhead, startled by
our passing. In back Polly was prattling about her motherÕs pie crust, and
how she sometimes made home-made lollipops for her, and Polly and her
little sister would peddle them round the neighborhood in a wagon.
ÒAnd this boy, he always tries to get them for 50 cents instead of a
dollar,Ó Polly declared, quite caught up in her recital. ÒHe says our
lollipops arenÕt WORTH a dollar! Well, if theyÕre not worth a dollar, what
is he doing standing there arguing with us, when it says right on our
wagon, Ôlollipops, $1.00Õ DonÕt pull on my jacket, Andre. ItÕs special. My
grandmother bought it for me. Anyways, I think he should just read our
sign, and if he doesnÕt want any, he should just let us be. Finally we made
a sign that said Ôlollipops for girls onlyÕ and...Ó
I let my mind detach itself from PollyÕs babble. She was a little girl
sometimes, a moody teen other times. You could never tell which. I think
she liked best getting some man totally absorbed in her life, listening for
hours perhaps, and just having him sitting there, endlessly fascinated. It
was certainly more than her dad did. He was a big fat guy who threw his
rolled newspaper at her and told her not to interrupt him when he was
watching T.V. Trouble was, he wasnÕt ever not watching T.V. And her
mother was as much of a bitch as mine was. So we partied together.
SheÕd done it already, several times, said she liked it but it had scared her
at first. I tried to keep an eye on her a little, like a sister might. Not that
she was my sister. She reminded me now and then that she was free to do
as she pleased. But I kept a subtle watch over her, if I could. Like right
now, I knew Andre was trying to slip her jacket off. She probably didnÕt
even notice, except she kept batting his hand away as she talked. Her
nipples stood up like thorns in the chilly night air. I think she was
actually trying to button her jacket up but she was so preoccupied in
telling her stories that she never quite got it accomplished. She liked to
wave her hands around a lot to make her Important points, which were
always quite numerous in her stories.
Suddenly the trees gave way and I saw, up on the heath, an old castle
crumbling in the moonlight. Its turrets stood up starkly but you could see
that time had eaten away at them. I think the Spanish had built the place
as a fortress, to guard the harbor, but had not gotten much done with it
before quitting. Then, later, a millionaire at the turn of the century had
taken up residence, intending to finish it, only to go bankrupt, leaving it
half-built, and wearing away in its original Spanish form from the storms
that blew in off the coast each year. Gazing at it, I sensed it was
otherworldly, its stones glimmering in the moonlight, half there, but also
not there as much as it was there.
ÒIt looks so strange,Ó I said to Louis. Our small sportster began
crossing the lea. I saw cows grazing on either side of the road. We were
out in the country now, down the coast, coming at the castle in such a way
that I guessed weÕd been in the forest behind it, and would wind up at last
smack in front of it, the road now curving round to affirm me, the
pounding of the sea now reaching our ears as we ran along the edge of a
cliff and soon found ourselves at the castle gate, with the sea at our
backs, some 50 meters down where the rocks dueled endlessly with the
waves.
The gate was closed, but I saw the latch might be lifted to let us in.
Louis stopped the convertible and leapt out. For a moment I speculated on
jumping into his seat and just driving away and leaving him there. But I
was too young to drive. I might get in trouble. As I watched the swagger
of his hips I knew I couldnÕt do it. He was such a rogue, and I loved him for
it. He lifted the latch and the gate, with a loud creak, swung open fairly
easily, its opening slowed only by its own rust, and by the sense I got that
it had never been quite properly installed. Louis returned to the car, and
we breezed on into the compound behind the castleÕs broken walls. I was
reminded of Troy, after the entrance of the Trojan Horse, except here the
problem was as much that the walls had never been built as that they had
since been destroyed by the elements. I could see piles of shattered stone
mingled with neatly stacked stones, waiting a century now to be built
with, grass growing amidst them, their weight gradually sinking into the
earth, returning to that primal bedrock from which they had once been
quarried.
We glided to a stop in front of the castleÕs residence. It was a
modern home built upon and within the stones that had made up the
original unfinished fortress. Louis had me get out and guided me up to the
front door. We must have been expected for, without knocking, he opened
the door and let me in, waiting for Andre and Polly to step in behind us.
I found myself in an entryway floored with maple, potted plants
sprouting flowers and vines, a living room beckoning just beyond. A
woman emerged from the room. She was darkhaired, exquisitely dressed.
She seemed a bit of a cross between a modern business woman and a lady
in her home expecting to entertain guests. Her blouse was ruffled, long-
sleeved. She wore a patterned vest over it with a long flowing dress
cinched round her narrow waist that hung in folds down her legs to her
shoes. They were modest, not spiked high heels like Polly and I wore, but
not flats either, sort of inbetween, elevating her just enough to give her a
graceful, self-assured dignity without being showy. I immediately felt a
sense of warmth and comfort seeing her. She smiled at us. Louis took me
by my elbow and squired me into her living room.
We sat down on a brocaded couch. A primly dressed young woman
dressed in a maidÕs white blouse and black skirt brought us tea. I took the
cup, saw it was excessively fragile, held it with a little trepidation. I
thanked the maid and took a sip. It was delicious!
ÒJasmine, with a twist of Orange,Ó our hostess smiled. ÒThe cup is
from before the war. I do so like authentic things, you know. I was
surprised to find the set of them here, still intact, given my uncleÕs
antics.Ó She glanced at Louis and I thought I saw a knowing look pass
between them. I gulped. Was she really a hedonist? She looked so proper,
a new traditionalist, like someone you might find at the health food store
sifting beans with a pitcher, worried that CampbellÕs might give her
lymph node cancer or whatnot.
Louis engaged her in a pleasant conversation about the weather up on
the heath. She said it could be windy sometimes. Polly said she was glad
it wasnÕt windy tonight since sheÕd already found her dress Ôliked to be up
more than down,Õ as she put it, on nights when the wind blew. It was
short enough that a good gust might completely lift it and wrap it inside
out around her waist.
Our hostess, who went by the name of Rose, laughed. She said
PollyÕs sort of dress was a favorite of hers in her high school days, and
with legs as excellent as PollyÕs she shouldnÕt feel the slightest remorse
in picking such a revealing skirt.
ÒStand up, girls,Ó Rose said to us quite abruptly. ÒIÕm sure your
boyfriends have seen you in your bikinis before. Strip down to your bra
and panties, each of you. I want to see how pretty you are in them.Ó
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Anxiously I stood. IÕd wondered when sheÕd broach the reason for our
visit here. CouldnÕt we just sit and sip tea? It was so nice, the room was
so pleasant, decorated in a style a woman might choose for our home. Yet,
rising up, I felt LouisÕ eyes running up my legs, and AndreÕs too, hoping to
catch a glimpse of what should have been concealed beneath my skirt but
wasnÕt.
Polly stood up too, like a child at a recital might stand, as if to play
a song and sing a melody, and win a prize. She liked being the center of
attention. I, however, seeing the maid return, felt less sanguine, less
Pollyannish. Was I to bare myself in front of her? I tried to clear my
throat.
ÒMaÕam, IÕm--Ó I began. How could I hint to her that I didnÕt HAVE
any underwear on?
ÒJust unzip it,Ó Rose said, still seated, waving her finger like a man
might, commanding.
ÒOhhh, I donÕt mind, I guess,Ó Polly announced. ÒCould we go down to
the beach perhaps? I donÕt have my swimsuit but I could swim in my
panties.Ó She unzipped herself, the fiend, leaving me with little choice to
follow, as the mensÕ eyes all turned to her to watch. I zipped down my
dress in back and we both pushed our miniskirts down our legs to our
ankles.
ÒOh!Ó the maid exclaimed, seeing my naked bush.
ÒSheÕs new,Ó Rose said, grinning with a sideways glance at the maid.
She spoke to me, as if confidentially, as if between friends. I with my
dress round my ankles and she with her lovely clothes that covered her
from neck to toe, sitting as I stood before her, Andre and Louis grinning at
my back. Or, rather, a my body a little lower down...
Polly laughed. ÒIÕd forgotten you shot your panties at Louis!Ó she
laughed. She bent and picked up her dress and stood momentarily, not
knowing what to do with it. Then Louis, the devil, reached out and took it
from her, making her beam. I think she had a thing for my Louis. Perhaps
she hoped to have both he and Andre eating out of her hands
simultaneously, with me forgotten.
ÒAnd your blouses, dears,Ó Rose added.
ÒOh, I donÕt have my bra on,Ó Polly piped up. Suddenly it mattered to
her that the maid was present, observing us. Maybe she didnÕt even want
Rose to see her.
ÒYou may go topless on the beach here in Brazil,Ó Rose said to her.
ÒYes, but my parents donÕt allow it,Ó Polly replied.
ÒIÕm not your mother,Ó Rose said. ÒSo take off your top. I wonÕt
tell.Ó
Reluctantly Polly shed her jacket. I unbuttoned my vest, dropped it
to the floor. Louis bent and picked it up. With a grin he passed it to Andre.
What were they planning? Polly was having trouble getting her blouse off,
having chosen to just pull it over her head instead of unbuttoning it, and
she danced around on her tiptoes with the blouse up round her face and her
panties entrancing the men. Her boobies, substantial in size for her age,
wiggled freely. Her nipples were naughtily stiff, and I knew she was quite
aware that both our boyfriends were eyeing her keenly.
I settled for a less acrobatic undressing. Reaching behind myself I
unsnapped my bra. I did it without thinking, seeing PollyÕs breasts so
grandly displayed, forgetting entirely that Rose had not requested it.
ÒMy,Ó Rose said, drawing the menÕs attention to me. ÒI like the no-
nonsense approach.Ó
ÒWhoosh!Ó Polly let out a great breath of air as she freed herself
from her shirt. Her bosoms gave a final joyous wiggle, then gradually
settled down. ÒOooo, youÕre totally naked,Ó Polly declared, seeing me.
ÒWell, I have my shoes on,Ó I answered.
ÒDonÕt leave your friend like that,Ó Rose told Polly. ÒAnd pick up
your blouse. DonÕt just drop it on my floor.Ó Contritely Polly picked up
her blouse and gave it to her boyfriend. Then, shrugging and putting her
hands in her panties, with a dubious glance at the maid, she yanked them
with childish efficiency down her legs and walked out of them. ÒPick
those up too,Ó Rose reminded her. Polly turned, bent over, picked up her
undies. ÒBring them to me,Ó Rose ordered.
ÒTo YOU?Ó Polly asked.
ÒYes.Ó
ÒDo as she says,Ó Andre said gently. Polly complied, a bit puzzled.
Rose accepted her panties, gave them a quick sniff, then beckoned me. I
approached her, carrying my bra. IÕd not had time to give it to Louis. Rose
made me bend forward as if she wished to whisper something in my ear.
Instead she bade me to open my mouth. Did she wish to inspect my teeth?
The panties! Before I could refuse, Rose had popped the entire wad
of PollyÕs discarded underpants into my mouth.
ÒOh, my!Ó Polly said. But Rose took her hand, keeping her from
drawing away, and took my bra and pulled Polly down to her face by her
hair. With Polly staring Rose right in the eyes, Rose bound my bra across
PollyÕs rosebud mouth, forcing it between her lips, then tying it tightly in
the mane of her hair at the back of her neck. ÒOoooph!Ó Polly was reduced
to saying, her wished-for protest cut off before she could give it. As for
myself, I had only to reach into my mouth to take out her odious
underpants (tasting them revolted me!) but somehow I sensed I must not
disobey. Lightly, brushing my hand over my mouth, I touched them, but I
did not remove them. The maid watched us both with ever-growing
amusement. Behind us, our boyfriends were clearly enchanted.
ÒGood, you learn your lessons well,Ó Rose said, seeing I had not
removed her makeshift gag. ÒKeep it there, hold it in your mouth. It
delights your boyfriend to see you so, and it delights Andre also.Ó She
turned her eyes back to Polly, who was hoping to untie the knotted bra at
the back of her head. ÒNo, Polly!Ó Rose told her. ÒWhen I attach something
to you, you are to leave it there until I wish it removed.Ó
The maid had skirted round behind us meanwhile and I felt her take
both my arms and draw them back. I was complaisant. I did not think
quickly enough. A moment later I felt cold steel bind my wrists and a
telltale ÔclickÕ gave me the warning IÕd wished I had sooner.
ÒYes,Ó Rose said. She lifted a fingernail and ran it down my belly.
ÒHow sweet you look all nude, with nothing but a gag and handcuffs to
adorn you. And your pretty shoes, of course.Ó I wished very much now to
spit out PollyÕs panties but I felt Louis and Andre rise from the couch
behind me and draw near. They both lifted weights, I felt a sudden sinking
feeling that any disobedience on my part would do nothing to advance my
interests and only make things worse for me.
Polly made to bolt away but the maid, expert at least in something,
caught her before she escaped and managed to get one handcuff locked
round her wrist. Andre, his hands reaching out to grab her, quickly
immobilized her so that her other wrist could be attached to the first.
Drove at Night.
As she drove at night
sheÕd look at the black outlines of trees
and stars and things
and the road.
ThereÕs this road called ÒRiver RoadÓ
that runs between Columbus and La Grange.
She drove it lots of times,
knew all the signs at the bridges and things...
It was a clear night,
she made her turn onto Orchard Hill Road.
She saw two figures up ahead
on the roadside.
A woman and a small child
standing by the road.
She pulled over to offer them a ride.
They got in her back seat.
They were silent.
She noticed they were wet,
very tired looking, grey and hollow-eyed.
ÒJust let me know when we get near
to where youÕre going,Ó - she said.
Knowing they were exhausted, and wet.
She passed over that big rusty railed bridge
that sheÕd hid her eyes from as a kid.
On the other side, noticed
her passengers were gone,
leaving her back seat wet and muddy.
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