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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PARTY PUSSIES
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Chapter Five
We had a good cry. We didnÕt dare rub ourselves as we cried, for
Eveline stood over us the whole while, watching our bare wriggling bodies.
Bethany and I hugged each other. We kissed. As the pain in our nipples
subsided we opened our mouths to each other and French-kissed. When at
last I rolled off Bethany, I felt a sense of relief. I was still hungry in my
snatch but, for the moment at least, the emotions welling up within me
had caused my womb to feel less empty. I lay with my legs apart, looking
up at Eveline. Contritely, I kept my hands far away from my pussy.
Tenderly I stroked my injured nipples. They felt okay, just burning now.
Bethany patted hers, said something incoherent about needing a baby to
suck them to make them all better.
ÒBoth you girls will have plenty to do tonight,Ó Eveline told us.
ÒDonÕt think this house is a nunnery. Far from it. Now, I expect you both
to be good during the day. I suppose I could whack your hands or your feet,
if youÕre bad, but youÕve both got such pretty, small hands, and such
perfect toes and feet, that IÕm not fond of the idea of hurting them. And
your breasts are treasures. Please donÕt make me have to punish them
again.Ó
ÒYes, Eveline,Ó Bethany chimed. She looked up a the woman with
warm, open eyes. I think she felt as I did, that weÕd been bad and gotten
just what we deserved. Girls like us shouldnÕt lie around the house
diddling with our pussies. YouÕd think we were like those awful men on
the Internet, jacking off all day writing stories! Or, worse perhaps, like
the boys with hard cocks who read them.
ÒThere is one more rule you must learn,Ó Eveline said. She smiled, a
bit wickedly, I thought, savoring what she must tell us. ÒI did not require
this before because you were both so new, and there was so much going on.
But things will be more private now. More intimate. That is what you
both wanted, wasnÕt it? A place where you could show yourselves, your
fresh, blooming new bodies, and have them admired. Where you could
touch and be touched. Where you could be free to be young females, not
burdened with homework and stupid rules, like not being late for school,
and having to stay late after if you are.Ó
Eveline twirled her crop in her fingers, using it as a pointer, it
seemed, except it was pointing up at the ceiling. ÒHere, everything is
physical,Ó Eveline said. ÒLike just now. Your disobedience was sexual in
nauture, and so was your punishment. This is how it will always be here.
Any homework you have will be sexually based, and paid off with sexual
services. But always there will be the intimacy, the tenderness, even if
you must be shown a better way than you know. A more perfect way of
acting, more complete, more inspired. Really, I wish all girls could come
here and stay with me! How awful it is that the world messes up their
minds, and deprives them of the very pleasures they should enjoy!Ó
Bethany and I stared up at her. It was nice listening to EvelineÕs
voice, when she wasnÕt angry with us. I couldnÕt understand completely
her philosophies, but I did know this: Bethany and I were better off than
girls who lived in drab suburbs, where everyone had to conform; to silly
things, useless things, work and school and even, for some, going to
school. What did graduation from schoo get you? From elementary school,
junior high. From junior high, high school. From high school, college.
From college, you then had to get a professional degree. ThatÕs if you
wanted to make a decent living. And then, of course, the decent living
wasnÕt just handed to you. You had to go work for it. And when you were
all done working you were 65-years-old, and retired.
I did not want to wait that long to taste life. Bethany and I would
taste it here, a little. Then I was sure we would go home, but as wiser
females, knowing the true nature of life. I had no doubt Malthus would
replace us with new girls the first night we were gone.
But for the moment, we were here, and rather enjoying ourselves, I
thought, though sometimes things did get a little tense. But in the
tenseness there was pleasure, a kind of taut pleasure that erupted out of
your womb when it finally came, as if it would split your legs completely
apart and leave your belly and breasts a smoldering ruin.
ÒKiss the crop,Ó Eveline was saying to me. I hadnÕt realized. IÕd
become lost in my thoughts, like when I dreamed Malthus cloned me and
killed me every week for his wicked, insane pleasure; killing himself also
when he got too old to continue, then rebirthing himself, from a cloning
vat, without any need of a womanÕs womb. I was still glad I lived in a
world where babies, at least for a little while longer, had to come out
between my legs if they were to be born into this world.
ÒKiss the crop,Ó Eveline said again. She touched my lips with it.
I cupped my hands over my breasts. Lightly I extended my tongue. I
didnÕt like doing this. My nipples still burned from where the crop, quite
impolitely, had kissed me. Yet I offered my lips to it and planted a kiss on
its rigid stem. Then, extending my tongue, I licked at its hard leather
sheath. I donÕt know why I did that. But the leather felt manly, against
my tongue. Perhaps I wanted it to be a cock.
Bethany, a little frightened, kissed the crop after me. Then Eveline
ordered us both to stand.
ÒBe good, girls,Ó Eveline said. ÒI really donÕt want to have to punish
you. God knows, youÕll both get plenty of that this evening!Ó
ÒOh, no!Ó Bethany cried. She took her hands from her breasts and
clapped them behind herself, to her bare bottom. Eveline eyed her stiff
nipples. Immediately Bethany thumped her hands over her bosoms again,
but now her bottom was unprotected!
ÒIt pays to behave, Bethany, doesnÕt it?Ó Eveline said, noticing how
terribly vulnerable the poor 12-year-old was.
ÒYes,Ó Bethany said. Tears sprang from her eyes. But they rolled
down her cheeks silently, only causing her bosoms to heave just a little,
for she was still hungry between her legs, as was I. We stood with our
legs apart, not allowed to close them, and not really wanting to, either.
Outside it was warm and sunny, and we played in the garden after
lunch. Bethany found a worm in the flower bed. She was afraid of it, yet
studied it like the wriggling small boyÕs cock it appeared to me to
resemble. I managed to pick it up.
Bethany shrieked. I chased her with the worm dangling from my
fingertips. She ran round the flower bed once and then, seeing Eveline at
the door, she darted inside. I followed her into the cool of the house, still
holding the worm.
I dropped the worm when I saw Malthus sitting in the parlor. He was
perfectly dressed, in a new suit. Bethany and I were naked.
ÒOh, Malthus! Save me! Lisa has a WORM!Ó Bethany shouted. Without
any affectation of modesty, the girl leapt onto MalthusÕs knee. She
straddled it and, no sooner had she mounted him, than she began to rub her
bare pussy against his leg.
I was on Malthus almost as quickly as Bethany. I think the maid
came into the room and picked up the worm, but I didnÕt notice, for I busily
rubbed my slit against MalthusÕ leg, just as Bethany was doing. Here, at
last, was a man! We were both quite ready for him, IÕm afraid. We were
sure that, like some boy in high school, we could seduce off his pants the
minute we showed an interest in him.
However, Malthus was not a mere high school boy. Perhaps thatÕs
why we teased him so boldly. He regarded us with interest, a boner
popping up between his trousered legs, pushing at his fly. But he showed
no hurry in meeting our demands. Instead, he simply caressed our long
hair. He lifted it in great bunches, as if inspecting woven coils of gold.
Bethany and I, feeling a little frustrated, ground our slits ever more
fiercely against his legs. We were like dogs, panting for our master. Our
bosoms, sharp and hard, bounced playfully on our chests, inviting his eyes,
but not his hands. They kept caressing our long, waist-length manes of
hair.
ÒHowÕs Steve?Ó I asked at length, hoping to tease Malthus. If he
wouldnÕt give us what we needed, I was sure Steve would. I began to think
we should have simply taken him home to my bedroom, instead of letting
him bring us all the way down to this strange house in Mexico.
ÒSteve is getting quite a workout,Ó Malthus answered. ÒHeÕs not
here right now, but perhaps heÕll be back.Ó He smelled my hair. It was
freshly washed with Suave shampoo and smelled of strawberries. Bethany
had used cherry Suave on her hair.
Malthus let go of our hair. He passed his hands down under our nude
bottoms and palmed their cheeks. Bethany and I kept humping him. He felt
the eagerness of our bottoms as we worked them back and forth, Bethany
and I each sliding our slit up and down one of his legs. We were beginning
to leave visible trails of moisture on his white trousers.
ÒGirls,Ó Malthus said. ÒHavenÕt I instructed Eveline not to let you
play outside in the nude? YouÕre to be naked indoors, but outside you must
both wear panties, and bras, to protect your private parts from the sun.Ó
He squeezed one of my bottomcheeks, and both of BethanyÕs, for her ass
was smaller than mine and could still be pleasantly cupped in one of his
hands. ÒPerhaps you would both be more conscious of your bottoms if you
had some marks on them,Ó Malthus said. ÒThen you wouldnÕt expose them
so willingly to the sun.Ó
ÒNoooo!Ó Bethany breathed. But she put her mouth to MalthusÕs chest
and sucked hard at his coat, as if to find sustenance, somehow, upon it. I
put my cheek to MalthusÕ chest and felt my bottom swell out more grandly
behind me. His finger diddled within my furrow, found my hole. I yelped.
Bethany gave a cry as Malthus wedged a finger into her own hiney and
touched it against her hole.
ÒYes, girls,Ó Malthus said. Freely he dug at our holes a little,
exploring our virgin bottoms. ÒI think you both need a little more training
in this matter. Some men are coming. Guests of mine. Both of you go
upstairs and put on your best bikinis. There are some provided in your
dresser, are there not?Ó
ÒYes, Malthus,Ó Bethany, to my surprise, said, still mouthing his coat
with her lips wide apart. The pressure of her mouth against her coat
muffled her voice. Perhaps she hoped she could agree to his demand yet
muffle her response to the point of inaudibility by putting her mouth so
hard against him.
ÒI donÕt want any men,Ó I said. I felt MalthusÕ finger exploring just
within the aperture of my virgin bottom hole and it felt strangely
wonderful, being so exposed on this manÕs leg. I wished he would make me
take the dildo heÕd made Steve take up his ass or, better yet, his
considerable cock. IÕd seen him displaying it upon the bed the other night,
but had too many men upon me to have it for myself. I really didnÕt want
another repitition of that other night. It had been unique, my first time,
but now I wanted something more intimate and personal.
Malthus had forbidden the men on that other night to have our
bottoms. Now, still virgin there, I was curious to feel what it was like to
be penetrated. I know it was naughty and unladylike, but I actually
jammed myself backward, farther than my humping usually took me, so
that Malthus, caught off guard, found himself embedded in me up to the
first knuckle of his finger.
ÒWell, I do believe theyÕre both quite frisky this afternoon,Ó Eveline
laughed from the doorway. I blushed. I shoved my hips forward a little.
MalthusÕ finger escaped my bottom. I felt the warm pressure of his palm
still, however. He patted my naked ass.
ÒThese girls are not to show their privates outdoors,Ó Malthus said
to Eveline.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Eveline said. Her voice was sheepish, her throat
suddenly sounded tight.
ÒWhen you are put in charge of others, itÕs not simply for the
purpose of flattering your ego,Ó Malthus said to Eveline. His voice sounded
stern. I wished to still my hips on his leg, for I was suddenly scared. But
I felt enormously impassioned by his sudden rage and worked my hips even
harder against him! Bethany too, fearing we both might be punished,
seemed compelled by this thought to persuade Malthus to vent his rage
between our legs.
ÒGo into our bedroom,Ó Malthus said to Eveline. ÒTake off the
clothes IÕve bought for you and put them away. Get on our bed and stand on
it, facing the wall. Put the riding crop I equipped you with to keep these
girls in line, and lay it behind you. On the sheets. I want the bed undone,
the covers pulled down, neatly. And I want to find you standing there,
waiting for me. Lock your hands into the manacles we played with last
night, when I tied you up and kissed your bottom. You wonÕt be kissed by
my lips tonight, not before IÕve retrained you. Do it now, woman!Ó
MathusÕs shout made Bethany and I duck our heads, it was so loud and
commanding. I felt IÕd mounted a lion then, and was afraid, for I had wet
his pants with my love juices.
ÒEither that, or youÕre free to leave. Perhaps I will make one of
these girls mistress instead,Ó Malthus said with a snarl to Eveline.
I kissed MalthusÕ chest. Any other man would fear a woman like
Eveline, especially in America, where a woman could bring down a man
with a mere whisper, especially if she whispered about girls like Bethany
and me, underage girls, Ôminor children.Õ Yet here, sitting throne-like in
his chair, Malthus was fearless. He was wanted by the Mexican police for
killing any number of them, but heÕd bought of those who still lived,
ensuring his safety. Every day drugs flowed north into the United States,
IÕd heard the maid say to the gardener, and Malthus had a price on his head,
put there by our government. He might do hard time someday, or die in the
electric chair, but it wouldnÕt be for fooling around with little Bethany
and me. He had too many other crimes to his name.
Eveline left the room. I heard her walk to the their bedroom and she
shut the door. I kissed MalthusÕ chest repeatedly. I rubbed my slit hard on
his leg. I know it sounds stupid, but his power intoxicated me. Especially
when he displayed it so rawly, as now, to Eveline. I felt small and utterly
vulnerable in his presence, yet somehow safe, as long as I obeyed him.
Would he make me mistress of the house in EvelineÕs place? Surely little
Bethany couldnÕt take on such a job. She was still afraid of worms.
Malthus lifted my head off my chest. He could have simply yanked on
my hair, but instead he worked his hand down beneath my chin, cupped it,
and lifted my face very gently. He did the same with Bethany. He looked
each of us squarely in the eye.
ÒI have some very small bikinis I bought in town today,Ó Malthus
said to us both. ÒIn truth, I didnÕt buy them for you. They were bought for
two girls, girls of a friend of mine, who I expect will visit me this
weekend. I expected you both to be gone by this weekend and it was
intended as a gift for them, to get them started, you know, sexually. But I
think I should rather see the two of you in them,Ó Malthus said. ÒWould
you like to try on my new bikinis?Ó
I shuddered. Here I was, wetting this manÕs leg with my love juices,
and already he was planning to replace me with someone else. Yet the
very power he had, to swap girls in and out of his life so easily, made me
even more drawn to him. He was so effortless in his power, so complete,
so smoothe and, yes, so deadly too, I feared, killing men without any
second thoughts about it. (For, indeed, if they had the opportunity, they
would kill him with no second thoughts either.)
ÒOh, Malthus! You are so wicked!Ó I cried. I wriggled my face from
his cupping hand and threw my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek
hard. It was smooth-shaved, but I could taste his aftershave and a new
growth of beard sprouting just below the shaved skin. Polly, copying me,
tossed her arms about his head and crushed her nude breasts to his
suitcoat. She kissed him as passionately as I, although, being littler, I
donÕt think she was as moved by his power. She just didnÕt want me
getting ahead of her in loving him, and in seeking his love.
Casually Malthus picked up a cell phone off the table beside his
chair. Letting us kiss him, he dialed a number into the phone. He used just
the thumb of his hand that held the phone, effortless in his movements, as
always.
ÒBenson? Have Verajick know that the girls are quite ready,Ó
Malthus said as we continued to kiss him. ÒYes, yes, quite. IÕm dressing
them right now. Tell him to hurry, or IÕll be quite indisposed by the time
he and Robin and Jake get here. And there wonÕt be anything left for them,
and IÕll have no apologies. Their money be damned,Ó Malthus said.
Was Malthus selling us to other men? I had no idea. I felt, though,
somehow, deep down, that he wouldnÕt truly let anything bad happen to us.
This I understood on some unconscious level, down where my womb was. I
couldnÕt explain it. It sounds silly, saying it now, but I just felt,
somewhere deep down in my belly, that Malthus would not let any harm
come to us, no matter what happened. Yet the thought of meeting strange
men, men who might be given permission to have their way with Bethany
and me, was frighteningly exciting. I didnÕt know what to do but keep
kissing Malthus. But I stilled my hips, for I was, indeed, angry at him for
inviting other men into our intimate affairs.
When Malthus clicked off his phone, and put it down, I lifted my face
from his. His face was large, swarthy, manly. Mine was small and had
youthfully puffy cheeks and an elf-like nose, with wide eyes. He saw the
worry in my eyes.
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Malthus said. He lifted my long mane of hair and
caressed it like a father might, though he gazed at my white bosoms at the
same time. ÒYou may find this evening rather... amusing,Ó Malthus smiled.
ÒYou will find that it is not only the female who has to experience pain in
my house. Do you remember what I did to Steven?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I said. He looked at my breasts, at my hard nipples, as he
spoke to me. It frightened me, watching him watch the jiggling of my
nude breasts, but I could not get him to lift his eyes again to my face.
ÒYes,Ó Malthus said, rather distractedly. ÒAnyhow, these men. I
have not met them before. But I know a female doctor in town and sheÕs
checked them out thoroughly. I would not trouble you with males who
were unsuitable. Or myself, actually. We shall see tonight what these
men are made of, you and I and Bethany. Does that sound pleasant, or
not?Ó
ÒOnly if you are there,Ó I said to Malthus. I feared him, yet his
demeanor continued to attract me. Perhaps I was as a moth, drawn to the
flame.
ÒCan we have some candy at the party?Ó Bethany asked.
Malthus looked at her. Eveline, no doubt, would have given her a
withering glance, hoping to inspire her to shed her childish ways, but
Malthus, after a pause, laughed indulgently. ÒYou shall be my official
taster,Ó Malthus said to Bethany. ÒDo you like popsicles?Ó
ÒMmmm, yes!Ó Bethany declared. She rubbed her soft belly with her
hand.
ÒThen you shall have three of them and, if youÕre very lucky, a fourth
as well,Ó Malthus told her. ÒAnd youÕll have to taste all of them. How
does that sound?Ó
ÒYummy!Ó Bethany said. I knew Malthus had something a little more
sinister than actual popsicles in mind, but I said nothing. Let it be his
little trick on her. I guessed, seeing how wet sheÕd made his pants leg,
that she might actually enjoy it. I knew I would, if she didnÕt. I felt
wanton. I wished Malthus would admire my breasts again.
ÒGo upstairs, both of you,Ó Malthus said to us. ÒAsk the maid for
your swimsuits. They are, ah, rather brief, not quite for swimming, but
theyÕll do fine for serving liquor to the men at our party.Ó
Pulsing with excitement, I raced Bethany upstairs. I knew Malthus
had something utterly wicked in mind with those swimsuits. I felt like a
prisoner awaiting execution. Yet in my dread I felt a sense of hope, for I
knew I wouldnÕt awaken in the morning needing to rub myself on a manÕs
leg, like some bitch in heat. I would be fulfilled. I was sure of that.
ÒThis swimsuit is about the size of a postage stamp,Ó Bethany
whined, as we both stood in our bedroom a half hour later. The maid had
insisted on our bathing before we could have the suits. We were hot and
moist from playing outside, and on MalthusÕ legs. We washed each other in
the tub, but the maid watched, making sure we didnÕt find too much
pleasure in it. I longed for Eveline, but she was downstairs, awaiting
MalthusÕ punishment. After our bath we had to do our own hair, sitting
side by side in front of the vanity mirror. I think Bethany missed Eveline
too. She whispered to me that we should sneak down and see her, but I
told her Ôno,Õ there was too much chance Malthus would catch us and weÕd
have to join her.
ÒWell, I suppose this is a rather small bikini,Ó I agreed with
Bethany. I stood next to the bed, nude, but with my hair done up perfectly
and my eyes and lips properly painted. I examined the small wad of
strings and cloth the maid had placed in my hand. She stood in the door to
our bedroom, supervising. She urged us to hurry, but did not help us.
I struggled to figure out, first of all, which was the bra and which
was the panty. The bra, certainly, could be identified by the fact that it
had two cups. But the panties were as insidious as IÕd feared. There was
no crotch strap between the front panty panel and the back, just a string.
In addition, the Ôbra,Õ such as it must be, didnÕt have regular bra cups.
There was no form or shape to them. They were just twin triangles of
silk. It was expensive silk, no doubt about that, from the feel of it. But
distinguishing two non-bra cups from two panty panels connected by only
a string was quite difficult. I looked at Bethany. Had she figured these
wicked bikinis out?
ÒI think you put the bra around your waist,Ó I advised her. I was
beginning to understand these things, looking at her.
ÒYou mean IÕm wearing my bra as my panties?Ó Bethany asked in
alarm.
ÒYes, I think so,Ó I said. I heard the maid suppress a laugh.
ÒOoops! Guess IÕll have to try it the other way,Ó Bethany confessed.
She blushed. I blushed too, for I was no better off than she in the attire
department. Downstairs, I heard male voices and realized our guests had
arrived. There seemed to be a woman with them.
Finally attired correctly, in our bikinis, Bethany and I trooped
downstairs. We each had been given new heels to match our bikinis. They
were open-toed. In addition, though I didnÕt like it at all, the maid had
forced Bethany and I to accept ankle straps and wrist straps on our limbs.
They had rings in them that could be pressed into each other, locking one
wrist strap to the other, or a wrist strap to an ankle strap, or the oneÕs
ankles together. The maid had also forced us to accept slim dogÕs collars
around our throats. These had rings on them too, and I guessed my wrist
straps would click into the collar just as easily as they would click shut
against the straps on my ankles. I wished the material in the straps could
have been used to make our bikinis bigger.
ÒOooh, I can feel it rubbing my spot!Ó Bethany said in a hushed voice
to me as we descended the stairs. Malthus was sitting in the living room,
close enough to the stairs to see us descend. I saw with a blush that three
handsome young men, and a young woman, were arranged in chairs around
him. All of them were smoking cigars, even the woman, and there was
already a pall of fine tobacco smoke in the room.
ÒI can feel it too,Ó I scolded Bethany. They were watching us. I
didnÕt want to discuss my cunt with her, not here, on the steps, in full
view of them. But the string meant to attach my panty panels was rubbing
me up between our legs, just as hers was doing. I felt wet. I wished I
could just leave the panties off, rather than endure the constant rubbing
of the string within my most private lips. But there was no chance of
that. Malthus wanted us dressed, sexily, with our hair pinned up and our
eyes and lips sparkling. We were dolled up for his party and I knew that,
for a little while, it would be demanded that we show off our new bikinis
that Malthus had bought us. He seemed quite proud of them, by the look in
his eyes. Why, I have no idea. They were torture to wear! Perhaps that
was the reason he liked them.
ÒYes, you look lovely, girls,Ó Malthus said, when weÕd come down the
stairs. We stood before him, figeting, hoping for once in our lives that we
could undress in front of strangers. The men gazed at us nonchalantly, but
there was fire in their eyes. I glanced at their crotches and saw their
passion was already visible there.
The woman seemed mysterious. She had blonde hair, like me, but she
was older, perhaps 20. She wore a blouse and a loose, slim bow-tie that
was tied round her neck but flopped down onto her chest. Her bosoms
filled her blouse. I guessed any bra sheÕd worn had already been removed,
for her breasts moved easily under her blouse whenever she puffed on her
cigar.
The woman drew a small cap off her head. Much of her blonde hair
had been piled underneath the cap and, with a quick shake of her head, it
tumbled down round her face.
ÒMay they dance?Ó the woman asked Malthus. She looked at him. ÒI
should like to see them both dance.Ó
ÒPut on your favorite CD then,Ó Malthus replied. He gestured at the
CD player not far from where they sat. It was connected to four giant
speakers. ÒAnd,Ó he added. ÒSince you have made a request of me, and IÕve
honored it, do me a favor. Show us your considerable bosom, so that we
might get things underway more quickly.Ó
The woman placed her cigar neatly into an ashtray beside her chair.
With a single tug she undid her floppy bow tie. She turned and draped it
backwards around MalthusÕ neck, so that it pressed to the front of his
throat, the ends dangling down his back. Malthus laughed. He removed the
tie and put it into the ash tray next, in a small pile, next to the burning
cigar. Ash from the burning cigar fell upon it.
The woman grinned. She had pretty white teeth. She began
unbuttoning her blouse. Bethany and I watched, curious as the others to
see her disrobe. She had fine large bosoms and as she undid her blouse
they expanded into our view. At last she drew open her blouse and they
spilled out. They were motherÕs bosoms, large and full, as if with milk.
They were perfectly white and I could spot, vaguely, a network of veins
softly running under the skin, all of them running down to her nipples,
which poked up from her bosoms quite lustily. I remembered EvelineÕs
crop on the breasts of Bethany and myself and wished, wickedly, that I
could smack this womanÕs fine, enviable breasts with it.
ÒHers are even bigger than yours!Ó Bethany said to me. I cupped mine
defensively, in response.
ÒSheÕs older,Ó I said softly.
ÒWhat perfect breasts the two of you have,Ó the woman said to us.
She pulled her blouse off. She looked at Malthus. ÒMay they show theirs?Ó
Malthus laughed. ÒWe shall be quite well underway if they do,Ó he
said. One of the men fingered his zipper. He pulled it partly open. Then,
seeing the others handnÕt followed his lead, he stopped. But he left his
zipper open. He did not bother to close it again. His underpants bulged up
between the opened portion of his zipper, forced up by his cock.
Bethany gazed at the manÕs open zipper and reached back for the
string that held up her bra. Without waiting for MalthusÕ permission, she
untied her bra. Her cups popped off her breasts, for our bras were small
and too tight for us. As her bosoms wobbled freely before the menÕs eyes,
she looked at the man with the opened zipper.
ÒMy boobies arenÕt big enough,Ó she said bashfully to the man, gazing
not at his face but, rather contritely, at his opened fly.
ÒHow old are you?Ó the man asked her. His voice was rather stern.
It made me shiver.
Bethany gulped. ÒIÕm 12,Ó she said. She reached behind herself and
straightened her panties. The panels had slipped into our bottomcracks as
we descended the stairs. I reached back and fixed mine as well, glad that
my boobs were still covered, for in reaching back, I seemed to thrust them
out in front of me, as if to ask for attention.
ÒCome here,Ó the man said to Bethany. She gulped again, then
wandered over to him. She perched herself shyly on the edge of his knee.
The man stroked BethanyÕs long mane of hair. Then he patted her
shoulders, feeling their frailness, as if to test them. Suddenly he yanked
her arms back behind her and clipped her wrists together. I gasped, it was
done so fast.
ÒHave your panties ever been used for an ashtray?Ó the man asked
Bethany. She looked straight at me, wide-eyed, as if to say, ÔI goofed.Õ
She shivered. Her small bosoms shook their lovely hard tips.
Bethany was too scared to speak. Suavely the man drew open the
dimunitive panel that formed the front of her panties. He gazed down into
the opening, at her pussy curls. Then he drew his cigar over her panties
and shook it.
ÒOooh! Please donÕt!Ó Bethany grimaced. Hot ash sprinkled off the
end of the manÕs cigar, into the front of her swimsuit. I clapped my hands
to my cunt, watching, for fear I might be used in a similar way. I knew
that ash could be very hot!
ÒJake,Ó Malthus said. He waved his cigar at the man. ÒShe is
growing in my estimation by the hour. DonÕt abuse her.Ó
Jake frowned, said nothing. I went to Malthus and sat on his lap,
lest some other man claim me instead.
Malthus looked at the woman whoÕd discarded her blouse. It lay over
the arm of her chair, neatly folded. ÒAmber, go turn on some music,Ó
Malthus said to the woman. ÒThey must have music to dance.Ó
The woman rose. She turned and, with sexily swaying hips, she made
her way to the stereo. Her skirt was short. It swished back and forth as
she walked.
ÒEeeek!Ó Bethany cried. I shot my head from the woman, on one side
of me, to Bethany, on the other. The awful man in whoÕs lap she was
sitting had pulled open the front of her panties and was burning a hole in
them with his cigar!
I wanted to scream, watching poor Bethany. She was sitting very
straight and still, her tummy indrawn, her nipples delicate and hard, as
the man, with his cigar, burned a hole in her panties. The delicate silk
was burned entirely through and, when he had finished, he began burning
another hole. Malthus said nothing. The woman turned on the stereo. As I
watched, too frightened to speak, the man, ÔJake,Õ burned holes lower and
lower in BethanyÕs panties. He burned three in all. He burnt the third very
close to where her clit lay buried between her lips.
ÒStand up. Dance for me,Ó Amber said. I turned from Bethany and
looked at her. Malthus gave my ass a bump with his knee and I was forced
to rise up from it. The woman took my shoulders, gripping them tight, and
turned me around. I was forced to stand still as she undid my bra. When
she had, my breasts tumbled from my too-small cups and hung shivering in
the air. My nipples were exquisitely hard, yet I feared some brutish man
might put a cigar to them! I trembled. The woman tossed my bra to a man
who caught it. Immediately, as I watched with frightened eyes, he began
burning holes in my little braÕs cups.
ÒDance,Ó Amber told me. She dropped her hands to my hips. She
forced them to sway, gripping them and moving them back and forth. I
gasped. The string between my legs made me blush, it rubbed me so. I
cupped my breasts with my hands, to hide my nipples, but Amber batted
my hands away. ÒPut them in your panties if you must do something with
them,Ó she said. As if to instruct me, she took one of my hands and
slipped it into the front of my swimsuit. I felt the tight curls of my bush.
My pussy lips, though, were outside my suit, for the front panel ended in a
string that threaded itself between the lips of my cunt.
Amber caught my other hand. She made me put it into my panties,
just as sheÕd done with the first. With both hands inside my panties,
which were quite small to begin with, my panties were forced to unthread
themselves from my cunt. I found I could touch my clit with my finger,
and I did.
ÒOoooohhh!Ó I breathed. I threw my head back. It felt delicious,
being able to touch myself, after so many hours of waiting. Yet I blushed
fiercely as I did it, for three pair of strange male eyes were watching my
every move.
ÒTake your hands out of your panties and serve us liquor!Ó Malthus
said angrily to me. Had I been too forward? I ceased swaying my hips,
though the music continued. I drew my wet fingers out of my panties. The
thread between the front and back panels insinuated itself between my
legs again.
Malthus looked at Amber. ÒI have to beat Eveline, and I want to be
well-sloshed when I do it.Ó
ÒYouÕll be hard on her, if youÕre drunk,Ó Amber said to him.
ÒYes, well, sheÕs too beautiful to beat sober,Ó Malthus said. He
frowned. ÒIÕm finding I love her. And these two--I can barely watch them
handled by others. I must be getting old.Ó
ÒPerhaps you are,Ó Amber answered. She was no older than 20. I
guessed she held life lightly still. I knew I must have, for otherwise I
should certainly have gone shooting out of that awful house, where I was
alternately forced to serve liquor, and to frig myself, while poor little
Bethany had holes burnt into her panties.
ÒAhhh, I love to hear a woman scream,Ó a man, sitting beside
Malthus, said. He exhaled a long plume of smoke from his mouth as I went
scurrying across the room to the wet bar to fetch drinks for them all.
ÒYes, there is a certain delight in it, is there not?Ó Malthus said.
ÒComplete supremacy of the male ego, eh? Nothing better than that. A
woman screaming, begging for mercy, and one such as myself in complete
control of her every response. I fear I must unzip myself, just thinking
about it.Ó
ÒYes,Ó the other man agreed. I heard a chorus of zippers being
undone.
ÒJake, unzip your pecker, old boy,Ó one of them called.
I stole a glance over my shoulder. I coudnÕt help it. It was wicked, I
knew, to look on purpose, but the three of them had such big bulges in
their pants, I knew it must be quite a sight to see them undone.
And it was! Even little Bethany, scared stiff from having holes burnt
in her panties, couldnÕt help gasping in admiration. Three mammoth cocks
presented themselves, each one like a big lodgepole sticking up out of the
manÕs pants. Amber, worldly as she was, had a smile, I saw, and was
absently fingering her breasts. I knew I wouldnÕt awaken in the morning,
feeling at a loss for male attention, as IÕd awakened this morning. Indeed,
I would probably be quite sore by then, and desperately in need of some
sleep!
ÒSo, uh, Verajick, who do you think will win the Superbowl this
year?Ó the man in the middle asked. He looked to the man to his left. He
was the youngest of the three, perhaps only 20, and he seemed nervous to
be on display as he now was. Hearing him address the other man, staring
at all three of them, I was now able to sort out their names. The man to
the left, who had a growth of beard stubbly and full enough to resemble a
goatee, was named Verajick. He seemed to be Russian, although he spoke
perfect English. He was on the slim side while Jack, the farthest to the
right, was the hulkiest, though all three had well-hung bodies, varying
across a spectrum of excellence rather than being too much or too little of
one thing. But I didnÕt like Jack. He seemed surly and mean and I wondered
how little Bethany would fare if, as was presently the case, sitting on his
lap, she was forced to endure the whole night with him. I wondered if I
should try offering myself to Jack, if it became absolutely necessary, in
order to save her. But he scared me so much that I couldnÕt bring myself
to make the resolution. I reminded myself of my earlier speculation, that
no harm would come to us, that Malthus simply loved us too much for that
to happen. I wondered if it were true. I hoped it was. But heÕd never made
me any guarantees.
Jack put his cigar back into his mouth. He puffed on it. ÒI want to
get drunk,Ó he said to Malthus. Jack cast a quick glance at me. I was
standing stock still, staring at all the menÕs cocks.
ÒNot yet,Ó Malthus said to Jack. He smiled. ÒI want you awake for
what I have planned for your penis first.Ó
ÒI would smash your face for saying that to me, if you were anyone
other than who you are,Ó Jack said angrily to Malthus.
ÒBut I am who I am...Ó Malthus said.
ÒI have to itch my nose,Ó Bethany announced.
ÒUntie her,Ó Malthus said to Jack. The man glared at him. Bethany
wiggled her nose, wishing she could scratch it.
ÒI didnÕt say you had to push her off your knee, just undo her hands
so she can itch her nose,Ó Malthus said.
Jack put down his cigar. Angrily he unlinked BethanyÕs hands. She
was so surprised by his roughness that, for a moment, she left her hands
behind her. Then, finally, she slipped a finger round to her front and put it
to her nose and scratched it.
ÒNow give me your hands back,Ó Jack ordered.
ÒNo! My nose might itch again,Ó Bethany said quietly. Jack seemed
about to do something awful to her, perhaps even break her in two. But
then he relented and occupied himself once more with puffing on his cigar.
I felt my breath slowly ease out of my chest. I donÕt know what I would
have done, if IÕd had to leap to BethanyÕs defense. Was there anything I
could do, with all these big hard men in the room?
Malthus called to Amber. She was standing in front of the CD player,
facing it, wiggling her ass in time to the music.
Amber turned. She smiled at Malthus. Then she let her gaze drift to
the other men too. She ran her toungue across her upper lip, admiring
their cocks. She walked back to the men. She let her hips sway in time to
the music as she walked. The group sheÕd put on was the Mighty
BossTones. AmberÕs breasts bounced as the trombone in the song played a
jaunty tune. She was not modest like Bethany and I. She stopped before
Malthus, smiled, and reached beneath her dress. Bending her knees, she
swept her panties down off her hips in a single motion. They were small
panties, almost a G-string, yet apparently they were too much for her, in
her heated state, to wear.
Amber displayed her miniscule panties to Malthus. She let them
dangle from a single finger.
ÒWhat should I do with these, sir?Ó Amber asked Malthus.
ÒPut them in your mouth,Ó Malthus replied. Amber giggled but
promptly obeyed. As I watched her pop her panties into her mouth I felt
angry. Was I to be like that? A little whore, doing whatever was asked of
me, begging to be used in the most indecent of ways?
Staring at the menÕs cocks, I argued silently with myself over my
behavior. Surely I should insist on leaving now, shouldnÕt I? This was
awful, letting myself be made up, then forced to wear slinky panties that
rubbed my pussy and made it wet. But it was too late. I couldnÕt find the
guts to reprimand myself. The crotchstrap of my panties burned between
my legs, making me want to rub myself. My nipples stuck up excitedly
from my bosoms. I was dry-mouthed, but my palms and pussy were wet. I
wanted, in my head, to back out of this wicked party, but the evil Malthus
had prepared me so exquisitely that now, against my better nature, I could
only think of having myself stuffed by one of those wonderful cocks the
men displayed to my eyes.
Amber settled onto MalthusÕ knee. He reached out and clasped her
waist. It was small. His hands were large. He drew her back, over his
rigid cock. She lifted the back of her skirt to accomodate him. She gasped
as she felt his prong wedge under her bottom. Malthus had to put his hand
between his legs in order to lower his stiff erection so that it would
lodge up underneath her, within the furrow of her fanny. When he had
gotten her pleasantly seated on his dick he lifted both his hands again.
This time, he didnÕt grasp her waist. He put his hands to her bare bosoms.
He fondled them.
ÒYour nipples, they should be pierced,Ó Malthus said to Amber. His
voice was low and suave. He sounded like a gentleman suggesting a
dinner-time date.
Amber tossed her blonde hair. ÒI know,Ó she said. Her voice sounded
matter-of-fact. The panties in her mouth obscured her speech but they
were so small she could still speak if she wished to. Amber looked down
at her tits. Malthus squeezed both of them, hard, extruding the tender
flesh between his gripping fingers. Amber lifted her chin and gasped over
the panties wadded within her mouth. Yet, though she lifted her hands, she
did not try to take MalthusÕ hands off her.
The men talked about football. They smoked their cigars as
nonchalantly as four men in a stadium. Yet their dicks stood up like
flagposts. Communists could have hung their big banners from the menÕs
pricks, they were so large. Or at least it seemed so. I stared at the menÕs
equipment, and found msyelf licking my lips. Absently I put my hands in
my panties. Without even realizing it, I eased the panty thread from
between my labial lips and began to rub my slit. It was wet, and my
fingers moved easily within it. I shivered and uttered a soft gasp.
Malthus was talking and his voice obscured it. When I realized what I was
doing with myself I scolded myself, silently, but I couldnÕt bear to remove
my fingers. I watched the men and kept fiddling my fingertips across the
little magical spot wedged up high in my cuntlips.
Bethany, much closer to the men than I, crossed her knees. She had a
worried look on her face. Jack had taken to stroking her hair where it fell,
loosely, from her coiffure. We had purposely done up our hair so that it
would come apart easily. It was more tempting that way, and required
less work to prepare. Yet now, gazing at BethanyÕs face, I knew she
wished sheÕd taken more time to fix up her hair. The last thing I wanted
to do was tempt Jack. I knew she must feel the same revulsion toward
him as I did.
I looked at BethanyÕs knees. They were little-girl knees, a bit bony.
But they were set on legs that were breathtakingly long. Bethany tossed
her hair, trying to free it from Jack. Jack blew smoke across the back of
her neck. BethanyÕs hands fluttered. They looked like butterflies, wishing
to alight someplace, but too frightened to. She tightened her thighs.
ÒWhoa, what are you doing, little lady?Ó Jack asked. He reached
around BethanyÕs hips, clenching his cigar in his mouth. He grasped her
slim thighs. Easily, though Bethany tried to keep her legs tightly together,
he lifted her thighs apart. Jack opened BethanyÕs legs very wide. Bethany
let out a small shout. She watched as Jack pulled her legs apart to the
distance of a cheerleaderÕs split. Then Jack let go of her legs. ÒKeep them
that way,Ó he told her, gruffly. Bethany looked at me. She was too scared
to disobey. She sat awkwardly, her feet dangling down from JackÕs lap,
her legs pulled open to their limit. Her tight pussy hairs sprouted through
the holes Jack had burnt in her undies.
Malthus, pinching AmberÕs nipples, making her twist on his knee and
utter small yelps, looked at me. ÒDonÕt just stand there,Ó he said. ÒMix us
drinks.Ó
ÒI-I donÕt know how,Ó I confessed. I knew nothing about making bar
drinks. I was only 13.
ÒThereÕs a book, behind the counter,Ó Malthus said. ÒRead it. Follow
the directions.Ó
I drew my hands from my panties. I reached behind myself, fixed my
panty panel in back, where it had once again slipped completely into my
asscrack, leaving my cheeks hanging out. I turned and went behind the bar.
I looked for the book.
ÒItÕs small, and red,Ó Malthus said. He turned to Verajick. ÒGo and
whip Eveline,Ó he said. ÒI cannot do it. I love her too much. And anyway
IÕm busy,Ó he added. Amber smiled, despite the painful pinches he was
giving her teats. She shifted her fanny on his cock.
Verajick rose. I watched him, mouselike, from behind the countertop
of the bar. His cock waggled as he rose. He undid his trousers, drawing
off his belt. It had a silver buckle. His pants slipped down and he stepped
from them. He pulled down his underpants.
ÒDonÕt fuck her. Just a whipping,Ó Malthus said.
ÒOkay,Ó Verajick replied. He did not bother to remove his shirt or
his coat. He walked from the room, swinging his belt. I wished I could see
his ass but, though it was bare, the tail of his shirt and his coat blocked
it.
ÒOh no, please!Ó I heard Eveline cry from the bedroom. There was a
pause, silence. We all listened. I pretended to find the book and read it
but instead I listened intently. I guessed in the silence Verajick must be
finishing the process of manacling Eveline to the wall. I doubted she had
been able to lock both her wrists into the cuffs. One must have dangled
free, and now Verajick was binding it into place.
Suddenly there was a shriek. Simultaneously I heard the crack of
VerajickÕs belt. I cringed. Bethany, sitting with her legs wide apart,
clapped her hands to her bottom. I felt a tingling across the surface of my
own heinie and remembered how it had been beaten by Brendan. Now I felt
sure IÕd never see him again, yet he had taken his pleasure upon my poor
bottom only two nights ago.
Huddling behind the bar, I listened as the screaming continued. Why
didnÕt he gag her, I wondered? Everyone in the house could hear, even the
servants. Yet he did not, for Eveline gave one throaty cry after another,
each time the belt cracked. Inbetween she sobbed, and begged, like a
child, a novice. I heard Verajick laugh as a particularly sharp report of his
belt echoed down the hall. It was a fine leather belt, with a fine buckle,
but it was meant for a manÕs waist, not a womanÕs bottom! I felt very
sorry for Eveline. But what could I do? Bethany began to sob a little. Her
tears sprinkled her breasts. Jack, surprisingly, patted her back, as if to
console her. She flinched. I thought he would force her to take her hands
from her bottom, but he did not. He whispered something in her ear. It
must have consoled her. She cried a little less but then, when Eveline
screamed again, she turned and bluted to Jack, ÒBut IÕm crying for HER,
even if you wonÕt punish me!Ó
ÒShe is a grown woman,Ó Malthus said. ÒAnyway, JackÕs a liar.Ó
ÒOh, Boo! Hoo!Ó Bethany wailed. She would, I think, have darted from
JackÕs knee then, but he put his hand round her waist and cupped her cunt
and snarled at her to stay put. Worriedly she looked at me. I felt tears
forming in my eyes. There was nothing I could do, for either of us, least
of all for Eveline. I busied myself behind the bar, pretending to look for
the book, but still listening as the leather cracks and the female screams
continued.
ÒRobin, I see you are uncircumcised,Ó Malthus said to the young man
who sat next to Jack. Robin nodded. ÒIt will be more difficult for you
then, IÕm afraid, when I put you and the other two to the test,Ó he said.
ÒWhat- what is the test to be?Ó Robin asked. Though his cock stuck
up firmly there was a tremulousness to his voice. I found I liked him best.
He reminded me most of Steven. I wished I could rush over to his cock and
stuff it inside myself and keep it up me, away from MalthusÕ gaze forever.
I stroked the insides of my thighs, watching him. But a scream from
Eveline kept me from rubbing my clitty again.
I found the book. I read it and mixed drinks. I did my best, mixing
some coke and scotch and gin. I prepared four drinks and put a twist of
lime in each. I tried to keep the drinks a bit watery so the men wouldnÕt
get drunk and become wicked with us. Yet, listening to EvelineÕs cries, I
feared they were wicked without any spirits in them.
I came out from behind the bar. I carried the first of the drinks. I
decided to serve it to Malthus, and hope somehow I could avoid serving the
other two men at all. I didnÕt even want to get close to them. I longed to
save RobinÕs cock from whatever Malthus had planned for it, but at the
same time I feared him, and especially Jack. I was torn between my pussy
and my brain. I fingered the hem of my briefs, under my navel, as I
approached Malthus. I wished my pantiesÕ crotch strip would quit rubbing
my clit. I wanted to yank my panties off, to stop the awful rubbing when I
walked, but I could do nothing without MalthusÕ permission. And my
panties were all that came between me and the menÕs intentions.
ÒAh, youÕve managed to mix up a drink,Ó Malthus said to me as
Eveline, in the room beyond, begged for her whipping to stop.
I handed the drink to Malthus.
ÒNo--Ó he said to me. ÒPour it in your panties.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó I shouted. My voice was high-pitched.
ÒYou heard me,Ó Malthus said. Eveline shrieked as the sound of a
cane striking bare flesh replaced the sound of the belt.
I opened my panties. I was too scared to argue. With Bethany
watching, I poured the drink IÕd so carefully mixed into my undies. I
gasped. The liquor overflowed my panty panel and ran down my thighs.
Somehow, despite the crotch thread between my legs, the liquor managed
to wet my clit. The alcohol in it burned my sensitive flesh. My wet bush
showed easily to their eyes. My panties were too brief to concel it with
the front panel pulled forward.
ÒBring another drink,Ó Malthus said when the liquor had run
completely down my thighs, leaving a trails of hot, sensitized flesh its
wake. I turned. My panties had bunched in my bottomcrack and as I walked
quickly from him I reached behind myself.
ÒDo not fix them,Ó Malthus ordered me. I shivered. I took my hands
from my bottom and was forced to walk back to the bar with my ass
showing itself completely, except for the deepest part of my cleft, where
my undies hid what little space on my ass remained to the imagination.
As I felt my hinds wobbling behind me I blushed. It was so awful, being
made to show myself, especially to Amber and Jack and Robin. Yet I could
do nothing, nothing! I felt the leather wristlets on my wrists and knew
things were only going to get worse.
Should I run? I could not. Malthus would catch me, or Robin, or Jack,
and my fate would only be more difficult to bear after that. I looked at
Malthus from behind the safety of the bar. He was taunting AmberÕs
nipples with his fingers again, making her grit her teeth. She seemed
bothered now by his pinching, for heÕd been doing it to her quite awhile.
Yet she obediently kept her silence, her panties in her mouth, and she kept
her legs apart, lest he should wish to molest her cunt.
ÒBethany, come here,Ó Malthus ordered. I glanced at my friend. She
jumped from JackÕs knee. She was glad to be rid of her awful perch. She
clapped her hands to her bottom as she scampered away from him. She
dashed on tip-toe over to Malthus. I wondered if she were simply going
from one frying pan to another.
Verajick returned. He swung his belt loosely in his fist. His cock
stood up stiffly in front of him, lifting the front of his shirt. His penis
jutted out in front of him at least a foot, wobbling as he walked. I
wondered how IÕd ever get such a monster up me if he got permission from
Malthus to fuck me.
ÒYour dick looks red. Have you been rubbing it?Ó Malthus asked
Verajick. The young man sat down next to Malthus with a heavy plop of his
ass. He sat back in the sofa, opened his legs.
ÒOf course,Ó Verajick answered.
ÒItÕs going to be a lot redder sooner,Ó Malthus told him.
ÒSay what you like. I can take anything you throw at me,Ó Verajick
said. He put his fist to his dick.
ÒNo,Ó Amber cautioned. She extended her hand. The undies in her
mouth made her speech sound strange, muffled, as if she wore a loose gag.
ÒYou mustnÕt,Ó she said. ÒYouÕre going to have a terrible time keeping your
seed in as it is. You shouldnÕt have excited yourself in the bedroom.Ó
ÒHow is she?Ó Malthus asked Verajick. The man looked from Amber,
with her hand outstretched, her fingers hovering over his penis, to
Malthus.
ÒOh. Your whore is fine,Ó Verajick replied. ÒNothing a month wonÕt
heal. I didnÕt draw.Ó
I suspected Verajick was speaking of blood. I felt my arms
trembling. I picked up two drinks. Perhaps getting them all sloshed might
allow me to escape, I told myself. I was certain I didnÕt want to be here
anymore. I walked out from behind the bar. My panties felt wet against
my mount. My crotch thread, wet now with alcohol, burned and diddled my
spot more excruciatingly than ever. As I neared Malthus, the drinks
sloshing in my trembling hands, my bosoms bouncing, my cunny
complaining, I felt again the wish to be fucked, and I knew I was doomed.
ThereÕs no escape for a bad girl who wants it, even if the door is standing
wide open.
Bethany stood with her hands behind herself, adjusting her panties.
ÒPull them down,Ó Malthus told her.
ÒWaht?Ó Bethany said.
ÒYou heard me. Yank down your panties,Ó Malthus repeated. He
glanced at me. Silently he gestured with his eyes that I should splash the
liquor on BethanyÕs bottom. I hated him, yet I stepped behind Bethany.
My friend, not wishing to expose her bush, though her undies were
practically burned off her in front, yanked down just the rear of her
panties. This was sufficient for me. I splashed both my glasses of liquor
right on her bottom.
ÒOh!Ó Bethany cried. The liquor stung her flesh, just as it had done
to me. Bethany turned, wide-eyed, gaped at me. I couldnÕt help smiling.
The look on her face was delicious. So surprised, so put out, yet here we
were both topless, wearing bracelets round our wrists and ankles, to make
us easy to subdue, and teensy, sinful panties.
ÒOhhhhh, YOU!Ó Bethany shouted. She jumped at me. I dropped the
empty liquor glasses. Fortunately the rug was thick, and they fell without
breaking. Bethany caught at my wrists. I struggled with her, she with me.
She tried to bite one of my nipples when she found she couldnÕt claw me.
ÒMy, theyÕre fiesty,Ó Robin said.
ÒThey are young,Ó Amber replied, dismissively.
ÒGirls! Both of you take your panties off and lie down on the rug,Ó
Malthus ordered.
We stopped fighting. With a frightened glance at the men, our limbs
shaking from our exertion, we stripped off our panties. I was glad to be
free of mine. They were too much of a nuisence. Yet now, stepping out of
them, I realized that I had nothing to ease the excitement of my clit. I
would have to rub myself with my finger if I wished to tantalize it now.
Yet I didnÕt wish to tantalize it, but it buzzed and begged and I almost,
getting my panties off, put my finger right into myself so I could frig my
clit. I stopped only because I saw Jack staring at me. He would like that,
wouldnÕt he? Nothing could more surely signal my availablility for his
cock than the sight of me wiggling my finger inside my cunny. Bethany too
felt the need, yet somehow restrained her hand. We dropped to the rug.
We were like rabbits, trying to escape the hunter. Our hair was mostly
undone now and it hung down round our eyes. I wished I could escape
behind it.
ÒLie back, girls,Ó Malthus said. ÒOh, it is no good. Go to the closet
and get them a sheet and a big pillow to share,Ó he said to Amber. He
shoved her off his lap. Her bottom must have warmed his penis for he
looked even bigger now than heÕd been when she sat down on it.
Standing up, Amber cupped her breasts. Malthus had tormented them
rather badly and she held them a moment, as if to console her poor nipples.
Then she turned and, with a flouncing step, walked sexily from the room.
In a moment she was back with a pillow for our heads and, as she
explained, to MalthusÕ delight, a pillow for our hips as well.
I was forced to take the sheet from her. Bethany and I unfolded it
and laid it upon the floor. In the bedroom Eveline could be heard, sobbing
now, quietly. She called out for Malthus. He told Verajick to whip her if
she spoke again.
ÒShe is to cry only, not to speak,Ó Malthus muttered. ÒI feel like
some doctor managing a ward of patients when she does that.Ó
ÒYou have two little patients right here, doctor,Ó Amber said. All
knees and bent legs, Bethany and I got down onto the unfolded sheet. We
arranged ourselves on our backs. We looked up at Malthus and, with a
sudden guilty giggle from Bethany, we opened our legs.
ÒThere it is, men! HeavenÕs gate!Ó Malthus crowed to the three men
sitting with him.
ÒYouÕre all perverts,Ó Amber said. She knelt and arranged our hips so
that Bethany and I were properly placed over the pillow. It felt cool and
smooth against my warm bottom. Bethany, I feared, was making our
pillow a little wet with her ass, for it still glistened from the liquor IÕd
splashed on it.
The men undressed. They took everything off but their shoes. They
piled their clothes on a nearby chair and then all sat back down. I was
amazed at their restraint. Yet, despite JackÕs surliness, despite
VerajickÕs similarity, in my mind, at least, to a Russian Mafia hit man,
they remained civilized. They smoked their cigars. I giggled, looking at
them. They looked like fags giving their cigars blow jobs.
ÒYou said we could have candy,Ó Bethany frowned. She looked at
Malthus with her big eyes. She suspected, as I did, that we were only
moments away from a rutting finale to our Ôparty.Õ
ÒAh, yes. You are our official popsicle taster, arenÕt you?Ó Malthus
chuckled. ÒWell, there are your popsicles. Why havenÕt you been busy
deep-throating them? IÕm sure the men would enjoy it. Get up, girl!Ó
ÒYou TWICKED me!Ó Bethany said. She pouted. She closed her legs
but didnÕt get up. She crossed her arms over her bosoms.
ÒOpen your legs this instant!Ó Amber warned. She looked angry. She
plucked her panties from her mouth to speak to Bethany. Immediately,
Bethany reopened her legs. She uncrossed her arms.
ÒYes, thatÕs better,Ó Malthus agreed, looking at her. ÒBethany, you
will indeed taste popsicles, but youÕll do it with your twat. Rub yourself
so youÕre ready when the popsicles are served.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Bethany declared. I know I felt insulted, and I guessed she did
to. Were we just to be left like this? It seemed we were not to be fucked
right away after all.
ÒDiddle your slit,Ó Amber said. She was standing now. She tossed
her panties down onto BethanyÕs face.
ÒOook!Ó Bethany yelped. She took the panties off her face. But she
was already rubbing herself with her finger, and instead of trying to claim
the panties for herself she simply tossed them back over her shoulder. I
found I was frigging myself too, just as quickly and eagerly as she. We
were undone, both of us. If they wished to cook us for dinner we would
probably have gone and fetched ketchup for them, we were both so hungry
for cock.
Oh, how wicked we were! I tossed my head back, still peeping
through slitted eyes at the menÕs fine cocks, and stroked my cunny with a
light fingertip. I let out a gasp of pleasure. Bethany moaned beside me.
ÒYes, have as many orgasms as you please, girls,Ó Amber said to us.
ÒIt will keep the men inspired, for what they have to endure.Ó
Amber reached back and unzipped her skirt. It dropped down her
lovely thighs and landed amidst her ankles. She stepped out of it, wearing
heels like Bethany and I still did. We were a manÕs dream now, nude save
for heels, Bethany and I lying with legs splayed apart on the floor. Amber
tossed back her long hair and smiled at the men. ÒYou will enjoy this,
men,Ó she said. ÒJust keep your eyes on the girls. The winner will get to
fuck both of them, when he recovers.Ó Her words were like magic to me. I
coudnÕt imagine what awful torture Malthus had planned for the menÕs
penises, but I was dying to know. I frigged my slit freely and felt it
wetten for a hoped-for impalement. Beside me, Bethany closed her eyes
and seemed to be in some kind of erotic reverie. Her flat tummy rippled.
Her bosoms offered twin peaks, stiff with desire, for whomever might
wish to suck them. Mine were equally blissful. I prayed I did not
embarrass myself in front of Amber and the men by having an orgasm, yet
I couldnÕt stop masturbating. An awful word, but it describes perfectly
what we were doing. Even Amber, watching us, passed her finger several
times within her slit. The men stared. I gazed back at them. My eyes
became glazed. I stared at their balls. Each man sat with his legs apart
and his balls, heavy with sperm, looked like a big ripe squash.
Unconsciously the men had shifted their hips forward, right to the edge of
the sofa, offering their cocks to Amber and Bethany and me. At the same
time they all leaned back, resting their heads on the chairbacks. I saw
their hands lift and fall. They wanted to rub themselves but it was
forbidden. Only Bethany and I could masturbate.
ÒAll of you, I trust, have gone the requested two weeks without an
ejaculation?Ó Amber asked. She seemed to be in command now. I was too
busy diddling myself to care, but the men, everyone, seemed to accept her
command and let her proceed as she wished.
The men nodded in answer to AmberÕs question. Robin, shifting his
hips forward even more, dropped his testicles off the edge of the couch.
They hung with promise in the air. They were tight, full, round. I wanted
to leap up and milk them until they were long and droopy.
ÒYes, yes, yes,Ó the men each answered, like some obscene boyÕs
choir. They had come for this, whatever it was, though I suspected they
themselves didnÕt know what Malthus had in store for them. Amber rubbed
her slit again and told the men sheÕd return in a minute.
ÒMalthus, you may play with your cock if you wish,Ó she said. Her
voice was high, sweet. She was excited. She seemed less bitchy now that
the affair was underway. ÒAnd I may too, boys. And little Bethany and her
friend Lisa, they may play with themselves, and cum as often as they
wish! But you men mustnÕt touch yourselves, or youÕll be disqualified.
Okay?Ó
A chorus of groans erupted from the men.
ÒFor GodÕs sake, woman, hurry!Ó Jake swore.
ÒYes, Jake, I will hurry, but youÕll be sorry for it in a few minutes,Ó
Amber answered. She seemed genuinely delighted to be able to taunt the
men like this, and I was going crazy trying to figure out what she had
planned for them. Beside me, Bethany shouted out a first orgasm. I was
right behind her, rubbing myself frantically. My slit felt ridiculously wet.
I donÕt think IÕd ever been as aroused, certainly not diddling myself at
home in my bedroom, late at night, as a virgin. What a treat it was to be
here, even if it was scary!
My tummy burst. I saw stars. They came between me and the
glorious cocks the men were displaying. Somewhere, Amber laughed. I
heard a man groan. She told them to keep their penises stiff for her while
she was preparing their ordeal. Verajick told her it was an ordeal just to
wait for her. Jack told her again to hurry. Malthus warned Robin that he
must not rub his cock.
As Bethany and I screamed out our orgasms, Amber returned with a
bowl. I heard a sloshing within it. Amber spoke to the men, setting the
bowl down on the rug.
ÒMen, this is warm, soapy water. ItÕs for your penises after your
torture. IÕll wash your cocks myself, with my fingers, to make sure
theyÕre okay. Hopefully you wonÕt cum. ThatÕs why I donÕt want you
rubbing yourselves. IÕm going to be doing a lot of rubbing for you.Ó She
giggled. ÒIn addition,Ó she said. ÒYou can see I have here in my hand a
bottle of taco sauce.Ó
ÒGod, if we have to eat first IÕm just going to jerk off right now!Ó
Jack complained.
ÒHurry up, woman, we donÕt want any dinner, unless itÕs your cunt,Ó
Verajick said.
ÒRobin, donÕt rub your dick,Ó Malthus warned again.
ÒYes, sir, but it-- I feel like I have to shoot!Ó Robin said.
ÒThatÕs another good point,Ó Amber said. ÒDo any of you men have to
pee? You woulndÕt want your peeholes to open once weÕve started. ThereÕs
going to be pain enough for you as it is, without that!Ó
ÒYeah, I have to go,Ó Robin said. His voice sounded tortured.
ÒFine. You can pee right into my mouth,Ó Amber said. ÒStop the flow
when I squeeze your dick with my hands. I can only take so much.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Robin asked. But the woman, as best I could see, for I was
still madly frigging myself, knelt down in front of my favorite guy. She
popped his cockhead into her mouth. She looked, for all the world, like she
was putting a gasoline pump at a service station into her mouth. She held
his big penis in her small fingers and drew on it, as if to urge him to pump
something into her wet rosebud mouth.
ÒMmmmff,Ó Robin groaned. I saw him shut his eyes.
ÒPee, not sperm, Robin,Ó Malthus said.
ÒYes, sir,Ó Robin said. He shuddered. He pissed in AmberÕs mouth
and when her cheeks were full she stopped him by squeezing his big penis
with her fingers. With difficulty Robin stopped his flow.
Amber removed her mouth. Some pee dribbled onto her chin, but
otherwise she held his fluid quite well. Had she done this before, I
wondered? She stood and went to the barÕs sink. I heard her spit his pee
into the sink. Then she returned, and knelt again in front of him, and
lodged him once more in her mouth.
It took Amber three trips to the sink to empty RobinÕs bladder. Each
man peed into her mouth in turn, even Malthus. There was a lipstick ring
on each of their cocks where her mouth had been. Yet it was all done for
toilette purposes. She apparently excited them with her lips and mouth as
little as she could, for they had much to endure once their torture began.
I spasmed in the throes of another orgasm. Bethany cried out anew
and, I think, was already on her third. There was no stopping us from
rubbing ourselves. Despite being utterly wet between our legs, with our
nipples sparkling, we continued to frig ourselves. I was mad with lust and
I guess she was too. How silly we would have looked, if our poor worried
parents had found us just then? Hi mom, just having an orgasm, my
second, looking at these groovy guys. TheyÕre to be tortured in a minute,
though I have no idea what it entails. Oops! That thought alone makes me
want to run the whole course again. DonÕt mind my finger, mom. IÕve been
doing this since I was 3, though never quite like this!
ÒOoooh! Ooooh! Teddy, please, stop poking me with your thing!Ó
Bethany cried out. Her finger worked greedily in her slit and her head was
flung back. Her eyes remained closed. Did she dream about being fucked
by her teddy bear? I had no idea. Suddenly I scrambled up. I knew I was
being utterly bad, and utterly disrespectful of MalthusÕ wishes, but I
couldnÕt help myself. I was like a woman possessed.
ÒYes, teddy must have your cunt!Ó I cried. I threw myself atop
Bethany. Wickedly I made sure my pussy made contact with her wet lips.
At the same time, I stuck my tongue into her snatch, just like in those
Hustler photos on the Net.
ÒNoooo! YouÕre not my teddy bear!Ó Bethany protested. In response I
jammed the wet lips of my slit down onto her mouth.
ÒLick, silly!Ó I told her. I dithered in her snatch with my own tongue.
She bucked beneath me. Suddenly, just when I feared she might throw me
off, or scratch at my bottom with her long painted nails, I felt a tongue
enter my sex.
ÒOooooooh!Ó I gasped. Momentarily my head shot up, withdrawing my
tongue from BethanyÕs cunt. IÕd never been entered by anyone like this
before, least of all a girl!
ÒHey! Get your tongue back in mine!Ó Bethany protested. I laughed,
gritting my teeth at the same time, for she was working her tongue quite
deeply into my cunny.
ÒMmmmf! Mmmmf! Mffffff!Ó I buried my mouth in her muff and
drilled for honey. She screamed. She licked deeper in my snatch.
Somewhere I thought I heard Malthus say that our bottoms would be
whipped for disobeying him. The men could no longer see our snatches,
now that Bethany and I were playing at 69. But I did not care, at the
moment, about anything, except how far I could get my tongue up Bethany,
and how far she could get hers up me.
I remained vaguely aware of my surroundings. After all, the whole
inspiration for us had been the men. I, at least, was going to keep one eye
on the wicked proceedings, even if little Bethany was orgasming over her
teddy bear!
Amber fetched a knife from the kitchen. It was long and sharp. She
laid it on a coffee table.
ÒThatÕs to make sure you men behave,Ó Amber said. Her voice was
pleasant, but she was just bitchy enough that I felt sure she might use it
if she needed to. The men, already engorged with cum, only stared over
their ramrod hard penises and waited, on tenterhooks, for what she had in
mind.
I donÕt know what happened next. Perhaps she whispered something
to Malthus. But, in any event, both Bethany and I found ourselves being
pulled up suddenly by our hair. We struggled to our feet. Our cunnies were
buzzing. I was on the brink of orgasm myself, and Bethany was on, I think,
her one millionth orgasm. Yet she was as upset as I was about being
interrupted.
ÒGirls, thereÕs been a new development,Ó Amber said. ÒMalthus here
doesnÕt quite understand the male anatomy like I do.Ó She grinned. I only
wanted to fall back atop Bethany, and stood frigging my slit with my
finger, as she did. ÒStop that, girls!Ó Amber said. ÒThat sort of thing can
wait Ôtil later. We have men to attend to, and I want them to each have a
fair chance at getting to bonk you.Ó
ÒOoooh, thatÕs naughty! I donÕt wanna be bonked. I want candy!Ó
Bethany said. Yet she was slicing her finger rapidly back and forth in her
cunt as she spoke, and I think we all considered her rather silly for
protesting over such a thing when she obviously was dying for it.
In any event, she was ignored. Amber had gotten out two more
bottles of taco sauce. She handed me one.
ÒItÕs cold,Ó I said.
ÒI put it in the fridge,Ó Amber said. She winked, but I didnÕt catch
the joke, if there was one. ÒSee men? Nice cool taco sauce, for your big
hot penises. This should cool your cocks down a little, for the torture I
have planned for them. Remember, donÕt move a muscle. IÕm not going to
handcuff you men... or should I?Ó She looked at Malthus. Despite their
declarations that all the secret proceedings had been prepared in advance,
for the menÕs sexual pleasure, they seemed to making some of it, at least,
up as they went along. I guessed Malthus rued putting Eveline in the
bedroom, at this point, for though she was a competent whore, Amber
lacked EvelineÕs thoroughness of disposition in sexual matters.
ÒYes, of course. They may get out of hand. They should have been
cuffed already,Ó Malthus said. He was distracted, I think, by his own hard
on. He looked at the men. ÒIt will only take a minute.Ó
ÒThis had better be good,Ó Jack groused. ÒWe paid well for this,
whatever it is.Ó
ÒYouÕll find cuffs in my bedroom, in the top dresser drawer,Ó Malthus
said to Amber.
Amber sashayed from the room. I heard her shout when she entered
the bedroom where Malthus had put Eveline. When she came back, bringing
the cuffs with her, she spoke to Verajick.
ÒSir! You didnÕt have to beat her that badly,Ó Amber said in a low
voice.
ÒI enjoyed her,Ó Verajick laughed. I gave Bethany a worried look.
She seemed to wish to go check on Eveline, to see if we could help her.
But we were both still busily masturbating our slits, and I was worried,
too, that we might get in trouble with Malthus and wind up manacled
beside Eveline in the next room. I truly wished to see what was to happen
to these three men!
ÒWell, I hope she can sit down again someday,Ó Amber said of
Eveline.
ÒIÕm sure she does too,Ó Verajick chuckled.
ÒGirls, letÕs cuff the men,Ó Amber said to Bethany and me. We had to
stop frigging ourselves and each take a pair of handcuffs from her.
Amazingly, these men who had so frightened me now stood from the couch.
They were all arranged on the couch together, like three pees in a pod,
while Malthus had claimed the single person chair that Jack had formerly
occupied.
The men turned around at AmberÕs command. I nearly dropped dead,
looking at their fannies. Each man, even Jack, whom I hated, had a sexy
pair of buns. They were white, not tanned like their legs or their backs, as
if theyÕd obeyed some injunction by Malthus to keep their asses untanned
so they could better display any whip marks he gave them.
Bethany stuck her finger in her slit. I did too.
ÒGirls, stop masturbating!Ó Amber exclaimed. ÒWe have important
work to do now. Put the cuffs on the men. ThereÕs no key-- just put them
on their wrists and snap them shut!Ó
ÒWhat?! ThereÕs no key?Ó Jack asked.
ÒNo key right now. IÕll get it later,Ó Amber said.
ÒShut up, Jack,Ó Malthus said. He was holding the knife Amber had
gotten from the kitchen. He displayed it in the roomÕs subdued light. It
glinted, scarily.
With my hands shaking a little, I fitted cuffs over Verajick. His
wrists were big. For a moment I thought the cuffs wouldnÕt fit him, but
then I managed to get them around his arms and click them shut. Bethany
did Robin. He was so cute, with his blonde Beach Boy hair.
ÒI canÕt get them shut!Ó Bethany told Amber.
ÒPerhaps they need a little grease,Ó Amber mused. She helped
Bethany, while Jake waited obediently for cuffs to be fitted to his own
wrists. I was surprised at the change in Jack. Perhaps he only bossed
around women in the hopes of finding one who could get a handle on him
and subdue him.
Amber managed to close the handcuffs on Robin. They were new and
stuck in the open position, but they didnÕt need grease. Just the added
pressure a grown womanÕs hands could provide. Bethany was just 12. She
was scared, and her touch was light. She leapt back, withdrawing quickly
on her knees, for we knelt behind the standing men, as Amber snapped the
cuffs closed.
Amber patted RobinÕs behind. ÒGood boy,Ó she said. She crawled,
with her back erect, to Jake. She closed handcuffs over his wrists. I
heard her breathe a sigh of relief as the awful-mannered Jack was finally
imprisoned. I hoped he would be kept cuffed, until he could be taught
manners, or we could so thoroughly drain him that all his instinct to
dominate and control us was gone.
ÒVery good, gentlemen,Ó Malthus said, viewing the cuffed threesome.
ÒYou all take orders well, despite your belligerance.Ó He raised an
eyebrow, managed to catch JackÕs eye.
ÒDoes this please you?Ó Jack growled. ÒDo you like seeing our naked
asses? Are you some kind of fag?Ó
ÒNo, probably not,Ó Malthus said. He let his eyes drop to his knife
and considered its long blade. ÒBut I cannot sublet any new drug routes to
men who cannot obey me,Ó he said. ÒBy letting yourselves be cuffed you
display the obedience I require.Ó
Malthus stood. I felt myself shrink down into a crouch as Malthus
rose from his chair. His cock was displayed, fully erect, but otherwise he
remained clothed. Bethany drew close to me and sought refuge in the
closeness of our bodies. We were both utterly nude, as was Amber. I felt
like a girl on her honeymoon, after the pleasureÕs begun, quite naked and
wet in my slit, wanting more, the night still holding promise.
ÒSit down, men,Ó Malthus said with a casual sense of indifference to
their formidable nude figures, and ours. He waited while the men turned
back around and sat. Their hips were narrow and their buns tight, yet they
plopped down onto the sofa with heavy thumps. IÕm sure they werenÕt fond
of being cuffed. Perhaps they were feeling a little defeated. Yet their
dicks stood up excitedly, for Bethany, Amber and I were only a few feet
away, our nipples stiff and our mouths and cunny mounds moist.
Malthus passed his long knife across an upraised palm. I feared he
might cut himself on it. Bethany held her breath, watching. The men
watched him too, though I donÕt think it was his safety they were worried
about. Robin, with his uncircumcised cock, almost made me giggle, his
eyes were so wide as he watched that knife slide back and forth across
MalthusÕ palm.
ÒThe three routes I have to distribute vary in the income theyÕre
capable of producing,Ó Malthus told the men. Bethany and I and Amber
were just furniture, at the moment. The men were discussing business. ÒI
will distribute the routes to you as follows,Ó Malthus said. ÒThe man who
can withhold himself the longest will get the most lucrative route. The
next man the next, and the weakest one will get the poorest route, though
itÕs still worth enduring a little cock torture for.Ó Malthus grinned. ÒAnd
anyway youÕve payed me handsomely for this night of pleasure, as I give
nothing, not even this test, for free.Ó
Malthus looked at Robin. ÒYou are the youngest,Ó he said. ÒYou know
that will probably be a disadvantage. I suspect youÕll cum quickest. I
realize youÕll probably get it up again, just as quick, but I must warn you,
dear boy, an ejaculation is an ejaculation, and no matter how quickly you
recover IÕll still hold it against you.Ó
ÒYes, sir,Ó Robin said.
ÒDonÕt call him Ôsir,ÕÓ Jake snapped at Robin. ÒAre you trying to
curry favor? Just call him ÔMalthus!ÕÓ
ÒSure, asswipe,Ó Robin said. Bethany laughed. I found myself
giggling.
ÒWhy you uncircumcised fuck!Ó Jake said. He wrenched his arms,
trying to separate them from the cuffs. ÒDo you want me to belt you
one?Ó
ÒNot particularly,Ó Robin replied.
ÒIn addition,Ó Malthus said, clearing his throat to regain the menÕs
attention. ÒAs one who is uncircumcised, Robin, the flesh of your penis
within the fold of your skin, there, is going to be more sensitive than the
other menÕs. So be forewarned, youÕll probably suffer more than they do.
But you still must go through with the penis torture, in order to earn the
route, even if you do, as I suspect, get the least profitable one.Ó
ÒThatÕs fine,Ó Robin said. ÒI need another route for my drug trade.
IÕm tired of squabbling with the idiots down in San Pablo.Ó
I felt my hands clasped tight beneath my chin. I admired his courage.
I had no idea what Amber had planned for him, or the other men, but
whatever it was it sounded like it was going to be wonderfully perverse
and painful.
Did I wish to see men in pain? I let my thoughts drift a moment,
wishing to scold myself, but unable to. After all, they were Men, werenÕt
they? You know how men are. So evil and wicked. Yet I felt sorry for
Robin, he was so young and cute. At the same time I felt a longing to see
how much he could endure. I was torn -- if I could have saved him, from
whatever Amber had planned, I was sure I would have; yet, since I
couldnÕt, I longed to see him put to the test, like the other men. I felt a
desire to finger my slit again, almost succumbed.
ÒI feel like IÕm a woker in a sausage factory,Ó Bethany confided to
me. Her voice was small, childlike. She made ÔworkerÕ sound like
Ôwooker.Õ Did she mean hooker?
ÒYes, I know what you mean,Ó I agreed. The men displayed such
formidable cocks. Were she and I really going to have to have those big
things put up us when they were done being tortured? I hoped that,
perhaps, theyÕd be a little less lusty-looking when that time came. They
looked scary, they were so big and firm. And all three of them throbbed in
time to their heartbeats.
ÒMove your hips forward. Let your testicles overhang the edge,Ó
Amber told the men. Malthus sat back down, his lecture through. The
stage, or rather the three displayed cocks, were returned to our care.
Malthus dropped the knife heÕd been holding to the floor beside his chair.
He lit a new cigar, puffed upon it.
The men moved their hips forward on the sofa. Like three heavy I.V.
sacs, which IÕd seen strung up in the hospital when my mom had my little
sister, the menÕs balls dropped off the front edge of the couch. There they
hung, bloated with their seed, desiring release through their rampant
cocks. I felt my finger glide down BethanyÕs bare tummy and slip between
her legs. Her own finger found my slit. We stared at the men, clasping
each other.
ÒOhhhh!Ó Bethany moaned.
ÒGirls, are you masturbating AGAIN?!Ó Amber asked.
ÒSorry,Ó Bethany blushed.
ÒWe didnÕt mean to,Ó I said. Bethany and I drew apart.
ÒNow -- guard the menÕs cocks while I go get some spreader bars for
their feet,Ó Amber said. She turned to Malthus. ÒDo you have any of those,
dear?Ó
ÒIn the bottom drawer, in the dresser in my bedroom,Ó Malthus said.
Absently he stroked his hard dick with his fingers. He could pleasure
himself all he wanted, I realized. Only we, his guests, were forbidden.
Yet I didnÕt want to touch myself, if I could help it.
ÒVery good,Ó Amber said. She rose again, and I realized she was
still thinking things up as we went along. Eveline would have had
everything prepared, right down to the last item. But Amber was not
experienced like Eveline was.
Amber went to the bedroom and soon returned. She tasked Bethany
and I with bending down between the menÕs legs and fixing their feet into
the spreader bars. Bethany had trouble, as before. Amber helped her.
When all three menÕs legs were opened wide and held that way by the bars,
Amber locked their ankles one to another. VerajickÕs left ankle was
locked to RobinÕs right, and RobinÕs left ankle was locked to the right
ankle of Jake.
ÒYes, that should keep you from kicking us,Ó Amber said,
contemplating the new restraints. She tossed back her blonde hair. She
looked at Bethany and I. ÒWell, girls, I think weÕre ready!Ó she said. Her
eyes were bright.
ÒOoooh! They must be tortured,Ó Bethany said. Her voice sounded
small and gleeful, like a girl about to get candy.
ÒYes, but first weÕre going to apply some nice, cool taco sauce to
their dicks, that I got out of the fridge,Ó Amber said. ÒThis will help
them. They wonÕt be quite so hot for sex.Ó Amber made Bethany and I each
take a bottle of taco sauce from the coffee table. We made our way to and
from the table on our knees. We were kittenlike, precious. Amber
unscrewed the caps on the new bottles for us. Her hands were stronger
than ours.
ÒNow girls,Ó Amber said. ÒIÕve something for us to wear.Ó She had
brought a small black bag with her, procured from somewhere, when sheÕd
fetched the second and third bottles of taco sauce. She opened it. She
drew from it three small white pairs of gloves. ÒPut these on your hands.
I donÕt want them getting messy. Only the menÕs dicks are to get messy.Ó
ÒOh, I have gloves like this that I wear each week to sunday school!Ó
Bethany said. Happily she grabbed a pair from Amber. The gloves were
quite pretty. They had slim, tapered fingers and a bow adorned the wrist
of each short little glove. Bethany slipped hers on, I slipped a pair on my
own hands. Amber donned the third pair. Hers were a little bigger than
Bethany and mine. We looked silly, nude except for our gloves and heels,
but I liked wearing them all the same.
ÒNow,Ó Amber said. ÒLetÕs touch up our lipstick, hmmm? You girls
have been having a little too much fun.Ó She smiled slyly. We had indeed,
frigging ourselves and making love on the floor. She made Bethany and I
belly up to her, on our knees, she on her knees also, and she used a makeup
kit to touch up our makeup. Our brows were lined, our lashes coated. Our
cheeks were powdered and new lipstick was put on our lips.
ÒAh-choo!Ó Bethany sneezed as Amber powdered her nose.
ÒCome on, for ChristÕs sake,Ó Jake growled. ÒThis is fucking
ridiculous!Ó
ÒGentlemen, you may have had to pay for us, but weÕre not common
whores,Ó Amber said to Jake. ÒWeÕre ladies, and you must wait on us just
as you would wait on your mistresses or your wives.Ó
ÒSheÕs 12-years-old,Ó Jake said. He looked at Bethany. She shrank
under his gaze.
ÒWell, thatÕs true,Ó Amber agreed. ÒAnd, back home, she might not
wear any makeup, and you might see her swinging happily on a swing, in
ripped jeans and a t-shirt. But here she is a lady, and she must be
properly made up like one.Ó
Jake rolled his eyes.
ÒGirls, letÕs begin,Ó Amber said. She released us and let us return to
the taco bottles that waited between each manÕs feet. Bethany and I each
picked up a bottle, undid the cap, which Amber had already loosened.
ÒPour it on their penises. It will help them cool down,Ó Amber told
us. She lifted the bottle she held and positioned it right over JakeÕs
peehole. Then she tilted the bottle.
Nothing came out. ÒOh, shit! Let me get knives so we can get it to
come out,Ó Amber said. She hopped up. She was clearly distressed that
she didnÕt have everything planned out, as a proper dominatrix would have.
She hurried to the kitchen. I watched the cheeks of her derriere wobbling
as she ran. Would those twin white cheeks be scorched with a whip by
morning? I wondered. Malthus had a taste for whipping and I doubted
EvelineÕs whipping had satisfied it.
I put my bottle down. I let my gloved hands drift behind me and felt
my fanny. It felt smoothe and cool, I wished I had something to wear
besides just these little gloves.
Amber came back from the kitchen. She held three small, sharp
knives in her hands. ÒSorry, I couldnÕt find any with dull blades,Ó she said.
ÒMineÕs coming out!Ó Bethany declared. Unknown to me, sheÕd
continued to shake her bottle, quite vigorously, over RobinÕs cock.
Suddenly the taco sauce burst from the neck of her upturned bottle.
ÒYeah! Good for you, Bethany,Ó Robin complimented her. He seemed
to enjoy the feel of the refrigerator-cooled sauce as it spilled down over
his throbbing hot cock. Bethany let it run from her bottle. It coated the
head of RobinÕs penis like ketchup on an upturned hotdog. Gradually it
trailed down his thick shaft. It was slow, like molasses in mid-winter.
At last, reaching the base of his shaft, it flowed like lava out over the
bulging sac of his balls.
ÒYeah, that feels good,Ó Robin said to Bethany. He arched his hips
and displayed his cock to the other men. ÒNot bad for a 12-year-old, eh,
Jake. She made me nice and cool!Ó
ÒOooh, you look like you have blood all over your dick,Ó Bethany said.
Amber knelt down beside the girl, handing me a knife as she passed
behind me. ÒUse your hands to spread the sauce all over his dick,Ó Amber
told Bethany. ÒHe should be completely coated.Ó Indeed, the thick sauce,
running down his shaft, had left patches of skin untouched. ÒAnd get it
under the flap of his foreskin too,Ó Amber told Bethany. ÒWork, girl! DonÕt
just stare at his thing. YouÕve got to put your little gloved hands to work.
This isnÕt sunday school.Ó
ÒOhhhh, but what if he comes?Ó Bethany said. She seemed rather
frightened of RobinÕs big penis.
ÒThatÕs the point, silly,Ó Amber said. ÒWe must now use our mouths
and our fingers to torture them. Suck them, lick them, squeeze them too,
if you like. Hurry, Lisa, letÕs get our own men covered in taco sauce so
Robin isnÕt forced out too far ahead of them.Ó
ÒIs that all this cock torture is going to amount to?Ó Jake laughed.
He cast a derisory glance at Malthus as Amber began pouring sauce out
over his dick. ÒThree cheap, well, expensive whores, two of them little
girls, sucking our dicks?Ó
ÒYou wish more?Ó Malthus said.
ÒWell, all this talk of Ôtorture,ÕÓ Jake said. ÒYouÕd raised my
expectations, you know? I thought I was going to have to really put out to
get a drug route. Looks like IÕm going to have trouble staying awake!Ó
Robin gave a little shiver. Bethany kissed his cock. ÒBe good,Ó she
told him. ÒDonÕt move around too much. You have a tasty dick. IÕm going
to try to put a little of it in my mouth. It reminds me of TACOs!Ó she said
happily. I watched as she licked his cockhead and then widened her mouth,
trying to get her lips over his crown. I smiled. I doubted sheÕd have been
willing to take him so easily, if he wasnÕt coated in tasty taco sauce.
ÒOook. You isth bigth!Ó Bethany said. Her lips pushed down over his
penis head. It widened her cheeks, puffing them out. She looked like she
was trying to swallow a big-headed snake.
ÒAhhhgh!Ó Robin said. Bethany gripped his shaft with her small,
gloved hands, trying to get more of him to fit into her little wet mouth.
ÒAck!Ó Robin gasped.
ÒWhatÕs your problem, dickhead?Ó Jake asked him. Robin began to
sweat.
ÒThat sauce is hot!Ó Robin declared.
ÒNo itÕs not. IÕve got it all over me, just like you do, and itÕs nice
and cool,Ó Jake said. He shoved his bare hips forward a little more, rested
his head back on the back of the couch. ÒWake me when youÕre through,
honey,Ó he said to Amber. He closed his eyes.
Almost immediately they reopened.
ÒThis sauce IS beginning to turn hot,Ó Verajick said. I was busily
working some into his peehole with the tip of my gloved thumb. ÒDonÕt do
that,Ó he told me.
ÒSir, I may do whatever I please with your dick,Ó I reproved him.
ÒNo -- itÕs turning hot! ItÕs starting to burn!Ó Verajick warned me.
ÒBut how could it be? I took it out of the refrigerator,Ó Amber
asked. Her eyes were wide with innocence, but there was a sly smile on
her face.
ÒYou FUCKING bitch!Ó Jake shouted. His hips rose up from the sofa.
He stood erect. He could not walk, though, for he was secured by his ankle
to Robin.
ÒSit, boy!Ó Amber said. HeÕd thrown her back when he shot to his
feet. Now, with a pretty gloved hand, she took him by his penis and pulled
down hard on his shaft.
ÒDamn you, bitch!Ó Jake said. He plopped back down onto the sofa.
ÒI have to go pee,Ó Bethany said. She looked for permission to
Amber.
ÒThatÕs fine, dear, but hurry,Ó Amber said to her. ÒWe must all three
keep torturing the mensÕ penises until they cum.Ó
Bethany, very daintily, pulled off her white gloves. She laid them on
the coffee table and went skipping off to the bathroom. I wanted to go to.
ÒMay I?Ó I asked Amber.
ÒWell, I shall have to just wait until youÕre both finished, then,Ó
Amber said. ÒHurry. I donÕt like leaving these three just sitting here. ItÕs
too much fun trying to make them shoot!Ó She took her hands from JakeÕs
cock.
ÒThanks,Ó I said. I dashed to the toilet.
I found Bethany in the bathroom, madly rubbing her slit.
ÒOooh! ItÕs so exciting! I couldnÕt bear it!Ó she said. She was sitting
on the commode, and had just peed, but showed little interest in getting
up.
ÒI know,Ó I said. Freely I frigged my twat. ÒLet me sit, though.
Perhaps peeing will help,Ó I told her. She got up. She let me sit and,
taking toilet paper from the roll beside the toilet, she wiped herself,
though she now was standing upright. We were quite unladylike, even if
Amber had put new makeup on our faces.
I managed to stop frigging myself long enough to pee. Then I wiped,
still sitting on the toilet. Sighing, I rubbed my slit with the tissue paper
longer than I needed to. My breasts wobbled on my chest. I looked at
BethanyÕs bosoms and felt guilty for bringing her here. She was so young.
She should be home doing homework, not down here in the desert making
menÕs penises suffer.
ÒLetÕs go home,Ó I said to her.
ÒYou go -- I want to make Robin shoot!Ó Bethany said.
ÒOh, but I want him to win!Ó I said. ÒDonÕt you think heÕs cute?Ó
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Bethany said, considering. She put a finger to her
chin. ÒHeÕs big. IÕm just little.Ó
ÒWell, try not to make him cum. I want him to win,Ó I told her.
ÒAnd, meanwhile, IÕll pump Verajick extra hard, and Jake too, if Amber
will let me.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Bethany said. ÒBut what should I do?Ó
ÒJust lick him a little,Ó I told her. ÒSmall little licks. IÕll pump
Verajick like heÕs, you know, the handle for a well.Ó
ÒHmmm, heÕs big enough to be the handle for a well,Ó Bethany said.
I rose from the toilet. I took her hand. ÒCome on, weÕll make Robin
win and then we can both run away and live with him. Malthus scares me,Ó
I told her.
ÒMe too,Ó Bethany agreed.
Hand in hand we returned to the living room. Amber was sitting on
her feet, kneeling gracefully before Jake. His legs were wide apart and he
was sweating. He cursed, under his breath. His eyes were squeezed
tightly shut but he was sitting upright now. Robin and Verajick were just
as discomposed as he.
ÒAhh, there you are, girls. The men are suffering quite badly now,Ó
Amber said. ÒI guess our little game of cock torture proved to be a
challenge for them after all!Ó
ÒOh, theyÕre suffering!Ó I cried. I clapped my hand to my breasts.
ÒDo their penises hurt?Ó Bethany asked.
RobinÕs cheeks puffed. Through clenched teeth, he said, ÒYes! My
dickÕs on fire, you little bitch!Ó
ÒSorry,Ó Bethany said. She wandered over to him, still holding my
hand. Together we knelt in front of him.
ÒWhat if I blow on it?Ó Bethany asked Robin. She pursed her lips.
With soft little puffs of air she blew across the underside of his ramrod
penis.
ÒHi, Verajick!Ó I said. I grabbed hold of his penis with both my
hands. ÒTime to give your penis a little stretch, donÕt you think?Ó I asked.
With both my hands I pulled rudely upward on his stiff dick. Then, just as
quickly, I slid both my hands down his shaft. I squeezed him as tight as I
could.
ÒStop -- IÕll shoot!Ó Verajick told me. I cast a quick glance at
Bethany. She was still blowing softly on RobinÕs hard, erect organ.
ÒYes, itÕs time for your milking!Ó I told Verajick. I drew in my
breath. My breasts rose. I shoved them forward. I got his shaft between
my tits.
ÒMmmm, yes, cum in my face,Ó I said to Verajick.
ÒLisa, your skin will burn if you get it all over your breasts,Ó Amber
warned me.
ÒYikes!Ó I said. I drew back. ÒMay I wash it off?Ó I asked.
ÒIf you can,Ó she said.
ÒNo,Ó Malthus said. ÒI am not going to have just the men suffer. Put
the sauce on your nipples, girls. Or else,Ó he said. He reached down and
picked up the knife.
ÒOh, Malthus, NO!Ó Amber said.
ÒYes,Ó Malthus grinned. ÒDo it now. Do it, or IÕll insist you put it on
your slits too.Ó
ÒI would never do such a thing!Ó I told Malthus. I felt angry. Bethany
and I should have used our trip to the toilet to try to escape. Now I wasnÕt
sure, if we chose to, that we could outrun him. Even if I escaped, Bethany
might not.
ÒAhhh, girls, do you dare to disobey Malthus?Ó a female voice asked.
I spun around on my knees.
ÒEveline!Ó I cried. She stood over us. She had a long whip in her
finely-nailed hand. It was a bullwhip. Someone, perhaps a servant at
MalthusÕ secret request, had let her free. Her hair was pinned up, though
she had not bathed since her ordeal. Her lipstick was smudged and her
bottom, I knew, must be feeling quite scorched, though I couldnÕt see it.
She was nude except for long silk stockings. I guessed they were new
earlier in the day, but now both stockings had long runs in them. She had
spiked mules on her feet.
ÒOhhh, Eveline! We canÕt!Ó Amber protested.
ÒBut you could listen to me be whipped?Ó Eveline said. ÒPut that
taco sauce on your nipples at once, girl! All of you! Do it!Ó
ÒOhh, Boo! Hoo!Ó Bethany cried. Big tears began rolling down her
cheeks.
ÒAnd what are you worthless shits complaining about?!Ó Eveline
shouted. She cracked her whip. The long tail of the whip came cracking
down across the open thighs of all three men. They jumped in their seats.
A few inches higher and the whip would have crossed over their cocks.
I bent to Bethany and licked at her nipple. ÒHere, IÕll wet it for you
first,Ó I told her.
ÒOh, I donÕt wanna!Ó she protested. But she smiled a little as my
tongue lapped at her rigid teat. First one, then the other.
ÒNow do mine,Ó I told her. Helpfully she leaned forward and,
extending her tongue, licked tentatively at the tip of one of my tits.
ÒMmm, IÕm hungry, mommie,Ó Bethany told me.
ÒJust wet my nipples, silly. IÕm not your mommie,Ó I told her. When
she had, I lifted her face from my breasts. ÒNow let me put some taco
sauce over your tits,Ó I told her. I forgot to put my gloves back on.
Instead, I dipped a finger down into my bottle of taco sauce and,
withdrawing it, I coated one of her small pink teats with the ketchup-like
sauce.
ÒIt feels nice and cool,Ó Bethany said. She thrust her breasts out. ÒI
like it.Ó
ÒWell, it will burn in a minute,Ó I warned her.
ÒMaybe it only burns penises,Ó Bethany said.
ÒI doubt it,Ó I told her. When IÕd put sauce on both her nipples I told
her to do mine.
Amber did her own breasts. Then we waited.
ÒYooks! Mine are starting to burn!Ó Bethany suddenly hollared. We
were all kneeling on the soft carpet. Eveline stood over us, holding her
whip. The men, all of them sweating hard, watched us with interest.
ÒMmmm, mine are starting to burn TOOO!Ó I shouted. I leapt to my
feet. ÒWhereÕs the water?!Ó I asked Amber. I knew sheÕd brought out a
bowl of warm soapy water to cleanse the menÕs dicks with.
Malthus roared with laughter. Bethany jumped to her feet and
together she and I, spotting the bowl, went running to it.
ÒI should put taco sauce on your naked little asses!Ó Malthus said.
ÒI hate you, Malthus!Ó I told him, truthfully. Bethany and I bent over
the bowl. We fought to get our hands into the water, each of us wanting to
be first. Then we lifted the water in handfuls to our breasts and splashed
it upon ourselves.
Several minutes later we were still assiduously soaping our nipples.
They burned as much as before. I was sobbing, softly. Bethany wept more
loudly.
ÒOooh! I canÕt stand it!Ó Bethany cried. We were kneeling again, the
bowl on the floor between our legs. It was almost empty now. There was
water upon the rug and splashed on our thighs. Soap ran down our bare
tummies and collected in droplets in our nests. But our nipples still
burned, hotly. There was apparently no way to relieve them.
ÒYou have taken enough of a break,Ó Eveline told us. ÒGet back over
to the men. They must be shot off, all three of them.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó I said. I kept my eyes lowered. I was afraid of her
now, of her whip, of the bad mood she was in because her bottom was
flayed. IÕd caught a look at her hindquarters. There were sharp red weals
all across her backside. I doubted sheÕd sit comfortably again for a month,
a week? I didnÕt know. She woulndÕt be happy for awhile, though, that I
knew. And I no longer wanted to be here with such strange people.
ÒMilk them hard,Ó I told Bethany. I whispered in her ear as we
crossed the room submissively on our knees. ÒThen weÕre going home!Ó
ÒYessss,Ó Bethany agreed. Together we took our places again, me in
front of Verajick, she in front of Robin. We no longer tried to favor him. I
pulled hard on VerajickÕs penis, she squeezed and rubbed RobinÕs. Amber
began working again upon JakeÕs stiff cock. Eveline watched us, silently.
I guessed she wished to strike our bare bottoms with the whip, but
Malthus hadnÕt given her permission (yet).
The men came, in close succession. First Verajick, for I was
working him very hard. He swore at me. His spunk flew from his penis. I
drew back, momentarily, surprised at its sudden eruption from his pee
hole. Then, fearing he might fall short of releasing his full load, I leaned
in between his legs again and, oblivious to the white sperm erupting into
my face, and licked at his organ and worked it like a cowÕs udder with my
hands.
ÒYeek!Ó Bethany shouted. Robin exploded in her face. He spurted up
her nose, into her mouth. SheÕd been trying to get her lips over his dick
again.
ÒRub! Rub!Ó I told her. I still pumped Verajick. I didnÕt want these
men to have any lust left in them when we were through. I guessed
Malthus wished to see their burning cocks shoved up our twats. But, if
they were soft, that wouldnÕt be possible.
Bethany worked like a trooper. Despite her alarm at having sperm
shooting up into her face, she manhandled Robin with able fingers. He
pumped and pumped and pumped out his jism. It showered over her lovely
blonde hair. Some even flew far enough to get into mine.
Jake was last. The old bastard proved to be toughest, just like he
said he would be. I wished IÕd had a shot at him, instead of Verajick.
Perhaps I could have made him cum first. Amber smiled at me, not
knowing what I was thinking. Then, with Jake just beginning to spout into
her face, she closed her lips over the head of his cock. She rose from her
knees. Standing, but bending forward at the waist, she slid his long dong
all the way to the back of her mouth. Then, as Bethany and I watched with
wide eyes, she forced him deeper.
I watched as Amber choked. Then she managed to find a way to
accomodate him. She slid him deeper still, until I swear he was halfway
down her throat.
ÒMmmmfff,Ó Amber said. Her cheeks bulged. Sperm dripped from her
lips where they closed over his shaft. She squeezed his balls, to make him
give her more.
Suddenly there was a crack of the bullwhip.
ÒMOOOOK!Ó Amber shouted. Eveline had struck her bare bottom as
she bent over Jake, receiving his cock. Yet, like some willing Amazon,
Amber kept Jake in her, refusing even to rise as her bent-over, well
displayed ass fell prey to EvelineÕs whip. I saw a red mark form across
AmberÕs pale cheeks where the whip had struck her.
ÒYes, you do it deliciously,Ó Eveline complimented Amber. She did
not strike the girl again. Amber received all of Jake within her, all that
didnÕt drip out from between her tight lips where they circled his shaft.
Finally Jake appeared spent. Amber let her mouth slip from his penis. His
staff had begun to limpen, I saw. I was glad, for I feared him and hoped he
had no wicked sperm left. Amber stood and eyed Jake with warm eyes.
She rubbed her belly.
ÒYou win, sir,Ó she said. ÒLet me get the key so I can undo your
cuffs.Ó She cast a glance at Malthus.
ÒYes. Alright,Ó Malthus said. He looked at the bowl of water.
Bethany and I had emptied it, washing our nipples off. There was none left
for the men.
ÒMay we go now?Ó Bethany asked Eveline.
ÒTo the bathroom!Ó I added hastily.
ÒYou girls just went,Ó Amber said.
ÒWell, I have to pee again,Ó Bethany said. She didnÕt, I guessed, but
had caught my hint. She wanted to go home. We needed an excuse to
escape.
ÒYes, girls, go pee if you must,Ó Eveline said. ÒThen I want you both
upstairs. We do have a little naughtiness to make amends for, hmmm?
Remember this afternoon?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I said. ÒWeÕll be quick.Ó I stood.
ÒI have to go Number Two,Ó Bethany said. ÒI might be a little
longer.Ó
ÒFine,Ó Eveline said. ÒRemember to turn on the fan in the bathroom,
or youÕll stink it up.Ó
ÒYes!Ó Bethany said. ÒAnd flush too!Ó She hurried from the room. I
followed her.
ÒDo you really have to poop?Ó I asked her as soon as weÕd reached
the relative safety of the toilet.
ÒA little,Ó she said. ÒBut it can wait. Do you have a plan for us to
escape?Ó she looked at me hopefully.
ÒNot really,Ó I admitted. I felt frightened. I knew she did too.
Suddenly we embraced. Our nipples perked to each other. Our bellies
touched warmly. Our hips pushed forward, making our curly nests brush
and intermingle their hairs. I was wet between my legs and knew she was
too.
ÒWe must escape, somehow,Ó I told her. I bent my face to hers. Her
lips were waiting.
ÒYes,Ó she agreed. I kissed her small lovely mouth. I let my tongue
run aross her upper lip and found that sheÕd opened her mouth to receive it.
ÒOhhh, we shouldnÕt do this!Ó I confessed to her. But I stuck my
tongue in her mouth, drowning her response.
Bethany twisted in my hands. I held them to her face, invading her
mouth with my tongue. She tasted sweet inside her mouth, like candy. I
found I liked the taste of her. I hoped she liked the flavor of my tongue. I
wondered what it tasted like to her.
I felt a mouthing against my cheek. How? My mouth was pressed to
BethanyÕs. A kiss, a touch of a tongue pressing into my cheek. Eveline!
She cupped my bare bottom with her hand. I felt Bethany squirm under me,
and heard her issue a small cry. EvelineÕs other hand must be upon her
bottom, I reasoned, exploring her tight crack even as she was now delving
into mine.
I tried to shove my hips forward, to escape EvelineÕs probing finger.
She touched my anus. She pushed harder. I could not get away. My hips
were already thrust forward, my soft downy pubic hair pressed tight
against BethanyÕs. With a shout Bethany tried to shove her hips forward
too, for Eveline was probing her anus with her finger. Bethany and I fought
each other, with our hips, each of us trying to jerk forward against the
other to get away from EvelineÕs naughty fingers. At last, my weight
proved greater (I was, after all, a year older.) I managed to push my hips
far forward, relieving myself of EvelineÕs finger in my backside. Bethany,
however, was shoved back, and she yelped in a high-pitched voice as her
pushed-back bottom was penetrated deeply by EvelineÕs pointing finger.
ÒGirls, your new master wishes to see you both whipped,Ó Eveline
said in a soft, lilting voice. She managed to intrude her finger within my
cheeks again. I felt her softly caress my back hole with her fingertip. My
body froze, listening as she spoke. Our new master?
ÒFor the evening,Ó Eveline said, as if anticipating my concern. ÒJust
for this evening.Ó She kissed my cheek again. ÒJake won you both fair and
square, and he wishes for me to whip you. For playing nude in the sun, this
afternoon, or perhaps for nothing at all, just to see your erotic little
bottoms squirm and bounce under the whip. IÕll try not to do it too hard.
He can be a real beast, though! DonÕt expect me to spare you and put my
own backside at risk. IÕm afraid IÕve had enough for one night, thanks to
Verajick.Ó
Robin entered the room. I was standing there, bumping my muff
against BethanyÕs, sharing with her the closeness of my wet slit, feeling,
when I leaned far back and ground my hips into hers, the moistness of her
own (which I could not do, now, with Eveline frightening me.) Standing
with my bosoms hard pressed to BethanyÕs and my nose and lips pressed to
hers, and my tummy hot and rubbing hers and my kinky pussy hairs twining
a little with hers, Robin entered.
He had the jaunty walk of a conqueror. He was nude, except for
ankle-length socks and his shoes, polished black. His penis had hardened
again after the torture weÕd given it. His balls were drawn up, sac-like,
as if holding precious cargo. (Cargo, I suspected, he wished to deliver
soon.) There was fire in his eyes and he stared down at me and Bethany,
his head perched high on his broad-shouldered frame. We stood like small
rabbits underneath him, caught out in the open fields by a hungry wolf.
EvelineÕs hands retreated. RobinÕs claimed our bottoms now. I saw
him lick his lips and knew something had transpired in the living room,
between the four men. Some transaction that had not included us in its
making, but had, most certainly, us as its prize.
ÒYou both belong to me now,Ó Robin said frankly. ÒIÕm out of the
drug business. I sold all my routes to Jake.Ó He paused, drew a deep
breath. ÒFor you,Ó he said, exhaling. ÒFor both of you.Ó
I trembled. Right from my head to my toes I trembled. I felt timid,
yet joyful. Robin I liked very much. He was, almost, I thought, like a
boyfriend to me, though IÕd only met him this evening. Then I remembered
it was Bethany who had actually worked his penis, and given him the joy
of spending.
Would he favor her? I did not know. I felt a rivalry suddenly,
between us, though only moments before IÕd been worried about saving her,
even more than myself, for she was littler than me.
ÒNobody can own people. I learned that in social studies,Ó Bethany
told Robin. Her eyes were wide with fright but her voice was prim,
assertive.
Robin laughed. It was the bold, casual laugh of a male who has what
he wants, and knows it. He jammed his penis between our close-pressed
hips and she and I both drew back, fearfully, to avoid it.
ÒYouÕd best forget your nursery school lessons,Ó Robin said proudly
to Bethany. ÒIÕve bought you, and woe to you if you try to escape. But IÕd
rather you were my willing loveslaves, than forced into it. Though IÕll use
force if I have to.Ó
ÒTheir wristlets can be made quite handy in an argument like this,Ó
Eveline said. Swiftly she drew behind Bethany and, taking her arms
gently, a woman softly touching another, hardly causing Bethany to notice,
until after the deed was done, and it was too late, Eveline pressed
BethanyÕs hands together. The bracelets upon her wrists clicked into
place.
ÒWhaaat?Ó Bethany cried. Poor, foolish girl. SheÕd worn wristlets
all evening, which could be locked together simply by pressing one into the
other. Yet sheÕd forgotten them, or never perceived their use. Had she
thought them simple bangles, decorations for her arms?
Eveline stepped behind me. I wished to resist, but didnÕt. RobinÕs
penis was jutting close to my pussy and I found I wanted it. Or, at least,
if it was to be put into one of us, I wanted it to be me, not Bethany. I
feared Robin might prefer her to myself.
I felt my breasts rise, thrust out, as Eveline pulled back my arms.
CLICK! One motion clasped both my arms together. I was prisoner now,
with anklets on my feet, waiting still to be snapped togehter, or into the
legs, perhaps, of a trestle, like the one theyÕd whipped Bethany over in the
bedroom during our orgy.
ÒYes, thatÕs better,Ó Robin breathed. His voice was low, husky.
Bethany looked at me, at him, at Eveline. Indignantly she wrestled her
wrists one against the other, behind her back, trying to free them. Her
lovely bosoms bobbed on her chest.
I faced Robin. I felt his eyes drop from my face to my breasts. They
presented themselves quite boldly. ÒHow shall we win our freedom?Ó I
asked him. My voice was timid. He cupped my tits with his large hands.
They were calloused. I knew not why. Was he not a drug lord? Perhaps
heÕd loaded the sacks of heroin and cocain himself, sweating in the hot sun
with his other laborers, to make a greater fortune for himself. Yet now
heÕd spent it all, on Bethany and me. Or at least heÕd spent what he might
have earned, in the future. I did not know the details. Only that IÕd been
bargained for, and sold.
ÒIt will be arduous,Ó Robin said. Rudely he stuck his big penis
between my legs. I tried, to late, to clip my thighs together. I wound up
trapping his big thing inside my legs. He seemed to savor the pressure of
my thighs against his rod and I feared to open again, lest I anger him.
Eveline ran her hands down the outside of my thighs, bidding me to keep
him. She stood behind me, he in front. Bethany, off to the side, still
struggled vainly to free her wrists.
ÒYou may,Ó Robin said, his voice catching a little, ÒYou may bear
young for me.Ó I felt my tummy tighten. It was smooth, soft, dimpled by
my navel. I did not want it swollen with his child. Yet, even now, I
couldnÕt remember when IÕd last taken birth control. Eveline had teased
about slipping pills into our orange juice at breakfast. I hoped she had.
What was now stuck between my legs felt full of male juice, and Robin
rubbed it with a grating feel against my pussy lips. The juice from them
moistened the top of his rod as he worked it back and forth between my
jammed-together thighs.
ÒOh, Robinnnn!Ó I cried. I fell forward. It was too much for me,
being bound, having his cock upthrust against my slit. I fainted into him.
He caught me, easily, held me tight against him. I felt the hair on his
chest rubbing against my face, my bosoms. He was hairy, I was without
hair, except for a sprinkling between my legs, and flowing down in soft
folds from atop my head. He laughed. His chest rose and fell as he
laughed. It was a possessive laugh, as Hercules might have given after
slaying some beast, capturing its hide to decorate his home with.
ÒBethany, do you have to go potty?Ó I heard Eveline ask. There was a
note of alarm in her voice.
ÒYes, I do!Ó Bethany said.
ÒWell, donÕt stand there with your poop coming out of your bottom.
Get your seat over to the toilet!Ó Eveline told my friend.
ÒI canÕt! My hands are tied!Ó Bethany said.
ÒYour legs still work, donÕt they? Get over there at once, girl, and
sit down on the potty, before I whip your behind for punishment, with no
joy at all reserved in it. Do you want that? I could make your bottom
BAKE if I wished to.Ó
ÒNoooooo!Ó Bethany protested. I could not see her, but I imagined her
dashing over to the potty, a big turd squeezing out of her little bottom
even as she ran. When at last I recovered myself and was able to stand,
without having to lean into Robin, I saw Bethany on the toilet, bent
forward, with her arms still tied, as mine were. Eveline was wiping her
bottom for her.
ÒIf IÕm your love slave donÕt forget I need to go to the potty, and eat
lots of candy too,Ó Bethany told Robin.
Robin laughed and squeezed the cheeks of my bare ass. ÒDonÕt worry.
IÕll buy you a lollipop,Ó he told her.
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