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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Sex School
Chapter Three
"You are coming along quite well in your sexual development," Janice
told the two girls the next day at brunch. Brittney and Laurie sat with
Steve and Jeb. The rest of the guests had left, but Jeb had stayed on, for
it had been his job during the night to tend to Laurie's bottom. It was
feeling slightly better now, the mucosa already healing, the whip marks
receding, the place where her skin had torn closing over, leaving only a
small line of beaded scabs.
"I must leave in an hour or so," Jeb told Janice, glancing at Laurie. "I
have an appointment. But I would like to call again in a few days.
Tuesday, perhaps. I have a villa where Laurie could be trained in earnest."
Steve blinked. He still thought of Laurie as his own, along with Brittney.
Certainly he had allowed Brittney to see other men, and he was not above
sharing Laurie either. But he would have preferred, as they sat there at
the table, if Jeb had directed his question to him, instead of to Janice.
"Really? You feel you could train Laurie?" Janice asked, spearing a
piece of egg and lifting it to her mouth. She was cloaked in a bathrobe. It
was open in front, revealing the swell of her breasts. The two girls were
charmingly naked, wearing only their lovely long hair, blonde and brunette,
for it was a warm day and Janice had the window open, letting in the hot
summer air. The men wore towels around their waists, which did little to
hide their now stiff erections, up like the girls with the eagerness of a
new day.
"I don't need to be trained," Laurie piped up, cutting a slice of bread
on her plate with a knife and fork. Her pretty bare breasts wiggled as she
worked. She cast a rueful glance at Steve but Janice interrupted whatever
else she was planning to say, telling her,
"Be quiet, child. You are too young to know what is good for you."
Jeb put a hand on Laurie's bare, lightly tanned shoulder. He brushed
away strands of her hair that had fallen there.
"I don't want you to think I love you," Jeb said to the girl. "I'm
already married. But I would like to train you." Laurie looked up,
surprised. Everyone was mildly shocked; Jeb didn't look like the sort of
man who would be married, with the wild gaze in his eyes, and his
predatory bearing. He squeezed Laurie's shoulder and the girl tried to
wiggle out of his grip. It was impossible. Her long hair shook with the
effort.
"I think it's a reasonable offer," Janice said.
"No! I don't like it," Laurie said. But she was still in love with the
man, for he was quite handsome, and when he squeezed her shoulder
harder, to the point of hurting her, she stopped wiggling and let out a
pretty sigh.
"Yes. You may call in several days and pick her up," Janice told Jeb.
"Good," Jeb said. "I will need a few days to get my place ready."
"What do you plan to do with her?" Steve asked. But Janice scowled
at him, and said,
"Have you had enough to eat, Steven? Perhaps you and Brittney
would like to go lie in the yard."
"I was just asking," Steve said.
"Wear swimsuits, both of you," Janice continued, as if Steve had said
nothing at all. "I have a fondness for white loins and white bottoms. I
want you both to report to my bedroom this evening. After dinner."
"Waht for?" Brittney asked, food in her mouth, obscuring her speech.
Janice smiled.
"If you have to ask then you're certainly in need of more training,"
Janice told her.
Out in the yard, under the early afternoon sun, Steve was plagued by
a constant erection. What excited him was not so much the nearly nude
sight of Brittney lying beside him, although that was intoxicating. It was
Janice's command, that they, after an undoubtedly calm and delicious
dinner, were to report to her bedroom. A newcomer, unfamiliar with the
woman, might have mistaken her order as a request for sex. But Steve
knew Janice better than that, now. Nudity would no doubt be a
requirement of the appointment, but sex would be the last thing on her
mind. Rather she would propose some deviant form of sexual torture, and
Steve and poor Brittney would be hard pressed not to accept. The thought
of baring himself to that beautiful woman, in front of little Brittney,
baring not just his body but his soul, revealing all his weaknesses, even
being made to revel in them, caused Steve to shiver. His trembling ran
down his body to his loins, and made his dick quiver, as it stuck through
the leg hole of his swimsuit. Brittney looked over at him. She had big
fashionable sunglasses on, like a runway model, but the world's tiniest
bikini.
"I thought you were supposed to keep that thing under wraps,"
Brittney said.
"Can't. It would give me a hernia, all cooped up in my swimsuit."
"You'll look silly with a tanned dick and white all around it, where
your swimsuit is," Brittney said. She lifted a squirtgun she'd carried out
to the yard with her. She aimed, and fired. It was a lucky shot, hitting
Steve's dick. The man sighed anxiously. The gun had been lying in the hot
sun and the plastic of it had absorbed a lot of heat, making the water
uncomfortably warm.
"At least I can keep your dick cool," Brittney said.
"No. It's hot. The water's hot," Steve said. Brittney twisted the gun
in her hand.
"Yeah, the gun's pretty hot too," she said of the plastic casing. She
aimed and fired again, giggling. Another lucky shot. The girl was good.
"Stop it!" Steve said.
"Only if you promise to go with me to Janice's bedroom," Brittney
said.
"Of course I'm going, if you don't burn my dick off first," Steve said.
"Oh. I thought maybe she just said you because you were supposed to
take me there," Brittney said. Steve sighed. He gazed through narrow
sunglasses up at the clouds, as if looking for goddesses.
"No, she wants me there too," Steve said. "She didn't say it but she's
going to torture my dick."
"Really?" Brittney asked. There was a smile on her lips and a note of
gleeful interest in her voice. The girl was learning from her training,
turning into a domme in her own right.
"Yeah," Steve said. "I've got a hard on trying to think what she's
going to do to me."
"Mmmm. It's fun thinking about it," Brittney said, gazing
thoughtfully at Steve's upstanding prick. Then she added, after a moment,
"I'll bet she shoves something up my ass."
"What makes you think that?" Steve asked.
"'Cause she let those guys tear my butt hole last night," Brittney
said.
"That would have happened no matter what, with five guys fucking
your ass," Steve said. "It would have taken a woman a lot older than 13 to
survive something like that unscathed."
"I suppose you're right, but I've tended to notice people take an
annoying interest in my ass," Brittney said ruefully.
"That's cause it's so cute," Steve said. He tried looking at it, but
unfortunately she was lying on it at the moment, being on her back. All he
could see was the round indentation in the chaise lounge she was lying in
where the weight of her small bottom sank into the supporting cross
straps. "Trust me. You've got a very fuckable ass," Steve said.
"What makes an ass 'fuckable'?" Brittney asked.
"Small, round, soft, high," Steve said, looking again at the clouds as
he ticked off the points. "Not sagging or too fat, or too flat. Just right,"
he said.
"I never see it unless I look in a mirror," Brittney sighed. "I go
around all day and I guess people are gawking at a part of myself that I
don't normally see."
"That's part of what makes it so special," Steve said. "You can't hide
it, and you mostly don't think about it, I suppose, unless you have to go the
bathroom or someone's just done something to it. That's one of the
reasons I think Janice concentrates so much on the bottom. To make you
more aware of it. That's the point of her games. To bring out an
awareness of your physicality and sexuality." He grinned. "I'll bet Laurie's
thinking of nothing but her bottom today."
"I guess so!" Brittney exclaimed. "That whipping was horrid." She
put a hand to her flat naked belly. She sighed, and her palm moved with a
slight rising and falling of her tummy and breasts. "Yet all the while I
wished it was me up there," Brittney said. "I don't know why. The
attention, I guess, and because it would have made me a true slave, ruined
like that in front of all those people, and yet accepting it, even with the
gag in my mouth and my hands held tightly. Remember, Laurie was allowed
to get up halfway through, to take a little break. She could have done a lot
more if she really wanted to break free from it all."
"I guess so," Steve said.
"I know so," Brittney said with confidence. "I'm a girl, you know. I
know how other girls think. She cried, she screamed, she kicked, but in
the end where is she today? Sitting quietly in the kitchen with Janice,
letting Janice plot more adventures for her. She makes a big display of
resistance, but underneath she's loving all of it, or trying to bring herself
to the point where she does love it." Brittney looked over at Steve. "You
love the idea of Janice punishing you tonight, don't you?" she asked.
"No I don't!" Steve said. Brittney raised an eyebrow and looked at
Steve's dick.
"He's telling a different story," Brittney said, indicating Steve's
rampant erection.
"He doesn't know how much it's going to hurt," Steve said.
"Yet you'll bare him to Janice all the same, even though you do know,"
Brittney said. Steve coughed.
"It's uncomfortable for me to admit that I like submitting to a
woman," Steve said. "I mean, I'm the man. I'm supposed to be in control."
"Then I guarantee you that you won't be tonight," Brittney said, with
a newfound understanding. "In fact you'll be brought right to the limit of
what you thought you could stand, and then beyond it."
"You're supposed to be in seventh grade," Steve said. "You're not
supposed to know those sorts of things."
"But I do," Brittney said smugly. "Does it make you a little
frightened that I can analyze you so deeply, Stevie?"
"Yes," Steve said.
"Pretty soon I'll be too old for you, and you'll have to find somebody
younger," Brittney said. "There's a nice eight year old who lives next door
to me."
"That's ridiculous," Steve said.
"We'll see," Brittney said. "But first you'll have to get expert on
Pound Puppies, if you want to be friend with her. That's her favorite
show."
That evening after dinner they reported to Janice's, as she had
requested. Looking at the woman's bed, and at her terrific figure, for she
was dressed in a form-fitting gown, Steve said,
"Would you like to hop in?"
"Are you feeling sleepy?" Janice asked Steve. She opened a drawer
full of her lingerie and rummaged in it. She drew out a riding crop.
"No," Steve said, watching the crop quiver on the air. It was thin,
perfect for doing considerable damage to whatever it struck.
"I want you and Brittney to undress," Janice said. "Take everything
off. I put Laurie to bed so she could get a good night's sleep. She needs it
after our party last night. But you two practically got off scott free.
Tonight we're going to have a much more rigorous session. I want to see
what you can both endure. Sexually, of course."
"You mean we're going to have sex?" Steve asked, hope resurrecting
itself in his eyes as he stripped off a pair of old jeans. It was a relief to
get out of them. Janice had made him zip himself up for dinner, and his
cock, hard as ever, was killing him. It was with a certain zest that he
freed it, trying to ignore the riding crop quivering only a foot in front of
him. Beside him Brittney slipped out of a pink blouse that she's worn to
dinner, and a white pair of panties. She'd had on a matching dress but
Janice, in contrast to what she'd demanded of Steve, that he conceal the
best part of his anatomy, required that she remove it. So she sat at dinner
with Steve glancing over repeatedly at her pretty panties, and at the
outline of her muff hair inbetween her legs. Janice had even gone so far
as to insist that the girl eat with her legs spread, assigning Steve to see
that she did. She had, and it was electrifying to see the girl put food into
her open lips, with her spread legs down below, seemingly inviting Steve
to put himself into her down there. Now Brittney took off her panties,
showing her dell in all its glory. The sight of it made Steve harder than
ever, which delighted Janice, who struck at the air with her crop.
"Stop that," Steve said, watching breathlessly as the crop passed
close to his dick.
"Your penis will be getting a lot of attention tonight," Janice told
Steve. "In fact it will be the center of attention, sort of like Laurie's
bottom was last night."
"Oh great," Steve sighed. Brittney put her hand to her mouth and
giggled.
"In fact I have a guest who is going to observe everything that you go
through," Janice said to Steve. She called out "Honey!" and a man appeared.
"Bob!" Steve gasped. Instinctively as the clothed man entered,
wearing a suit and tie, Steve tried to cover himself with his hands. It was
impossible. His dick was big and long and no match for Steve's hands,
despite their large capable size. Bob hadn't been at dinner, but he was
here now, ready for the dessert, apparently.
"Come, come," Bob said, smiling at his own pun. "It can't be that bad
showing me your wiener."
"No, just terrible," Steve said. "You're forgetting, I'm not gay."
"Neither am I," Bob said. "I just have an ability to admire a
handsome cock when I see it."
"Steve is going to test his endurance tonight, dear," Janice said, as
if discussing some routine sporting event on television.
"Too bad our guests aren't here to place bets on what he can stand,"
Bob said.
"That would be pushing him a little too fast," Janice said. "Perhaps
in a month or so."
"No way!" Steve said, still making an effort to cover his dick with
his palms.
"If little Laurie can show off her bottom, you can surely show off
your dick," Janice said.
"You want me up on a white furred stage?" Steve asked.
"You were last night," Janice said.
"Yes but that was something I was chosen for, I mean I was expected
to be a man," Steve said. He blushed. "It was fucking for God's sake.
Straightforward sex."
"In the ass," Bob chuckled.
"A girl's ass is different than a guy's," Steve said rather angrily, his
face blushing more.
"Oh yes. I forgot. Shit comes out of a guy's ass and shit comes out
of a girl's," Bob smirked.
"A girl's ass is made to take sperm," Steve said. "It's another hole.
It's like her other holes, except a little tighter. It's a challenge for a guy
to open a girl there. A- A triumph, a conquest. It's not about being gay!"
"The cow must receive her milk as well as give it," Bob said.
"Something like that," Steve mumbled, wondering if the cow was
meant to be a girl or a guy.
"Well your wonderful distinctions aren't going to save your penis,"
Janice said to Steve, giving her crop another swing, which passed even
closer to his dick. Janice pointed to the bed. "You may lie down, Steven,"
she said to the man standing naked in front of her. "As you know I try to
provide the finest in comfort to my victims even as I take them to the
limits of pain. We will begin with a pleasant tonguing. Brittney will do
the honors. Do not cum in her mouth. It is simply to increase your
hardness, if that is possible, to take you to the point of no return, or
almost, so that your balls are literally boiling. I want you to feel the
exquisite pleasure of Brittney's licking tongue combined with the agony of
knowing you cannot spend, unless you want my crop hitting your dick so
hard that I bruise it. Or worse; once I cut a man's penis off, who was
especially disobedient." Janice laughed, as Brittney, glancing down at her
dell, paled. Steve's blush vanished. "Do you belive me? It doesn't matter
if you do, I love the way your dick trembled when I said that. And oh how
achingly hard you are, dear Steve. Like a rock. It excites you to think that
I may have cut a man off, it raises the stakes, doesn't it? Now you aren't
just submitting to me, you're facing the possibility of real danger. Bob
here could hold you down, I bet, if I really needed him too. Or perhaps I
have more men in the next room, men just waiting for me to call them."
She pointed to the bed. "It's best to obey, Steve. Lie down. Enjoy the
softness of my mattress. Your job is simple. Don't spend. Just think
about your penis and I'll think about everything else." She looked at
Brittney. "Isn't that right?" she asked the girl. Brittney, her eyes wide,
gazed at Steve's cock.
"It's hard not to think of anything but his dick with it sticking out
like that," Brittney said.
But just as Steve was getting on the bed, preparing to lie back on the
soft coverlet, he noticed Bob had stepped back to the bedroom door and
was hauling something inside. To Steve's surprise, it was long and
straight, just like his cock. But with a covering shade and a bulb at the
end. Bob reached down and plugged it in. Steve's dick was bathed in a
wide beam of bright light.
"A lamp!" Steve cried. Bob stepped back again, as Steve gazed
dumbfounded at the light. He blinked his eyes, but the light did not fall
into his face. Just on his loins, illuminating a little of his flat tanned
belly and, especially, the small traversing swath of white flesh where he
usually wore his swimsuit. In the middle of this flat pale expanse, his
pubic hair grew. And stretching up from his growth of hair, proud and
quivering, was his thick pulsing cock. The lamp didn't forget the rest of
his loins either; the light fell inbetween his legs, and Steve could feel the
warmth of it where it illuminated his balls.
There was the sound of a shutter opening and then closing. Rapidly,
professionally, clinically, capturing all that it saw on expensive film.
"A camera!" Steve shouted, and felt a little silly, like some dummy
speaking when its master required it to.
"I want before and after photos," Bob said from beyond the
downshafting light, whose brightness made all the rest of the room seem
darker. Janice leaned over Steve, her heavy breasts intriguing him as her
breath wafted across his face. With two of her fingers, tweezer-like, she
touched Steve's cock, stretching her fingers apart to get them around him.
She held him at the base, just above the height of his pubic hair.
"Several men at the party last night were intrigued by your cock,"
Janice said to Steve. Her perfumed breath bathed his face as the light
from the lamp continued to warm his penis. "They found your erection
quite beautiful. They want to have a complete photo set of what happens
to it tonight," Janice told Steve.
"What exactly is going to happen to it?" Steve gasped. Janice's
fingers had begun stroking him, very lightly, as if asking for permission
for what she planned to do to him.
"Why Steve," Janice smiled. There was irony in her smile, yet a kind
of sweet innocence too. Steve was forever intrigued by the way the
woman combined the softest touch with the wickedest plans. "I'm going to
abuse your penis, Steve," Janice told him. "That's right. I'm not going to
love it, much as I admire it. I'm going to be very mean to it, and to you,
too." Janice lifted her hand to Steve's waving cock head, which moved
whenever his heart beat. She patted it lightly, placing her fingers on the
big bulbing head. "I see you're up to the challenges I have in store for you,"
Janice laughed.
"I'm stiff with love for you," Steve gasped to the woman. He felt
very much like a hospital patient now, lying naked on the soft bed, the
light shining down on him like a doctor's examining light. More clicks
were heard as Bob continued to take photos. "I'm- I'm going to be punished
for my love for you!" Steve said. A droplet of his pre-cum oozed forth
from his penis tip. Janice's hand pressed down and she deliberately soiled
her fingers on his spermy offering.
"It isn't love. It's lust," Janice told Steve. "But you flatter me with
your confession of your desire for me so I'm going to do you a favor,"
Janice said.
"What's that-- only cut off half my dick?" Steve asked.
"No," Janice smiled. She stood up. She asked her husband to come
over to her. He did, and she told him to unzip her dress. Her gown fell
open, baring her shoulders and her breasts. Steve saw her white bra. The
fabric of the close-fitting garment collected around Janice's waist. The
woman shook back her beautiful dark hair, which was pinned up loosely
around her face. Some strands fell free as she tossed back her head but
she made no attempt to pin them back up with the others. "Unhook my
bra," Janice told her husband. He complied. To Steve's mouth-watering
delight Janice's big breasts fell out of her frilly bra cups and hung
temptingly on the air. Her nipples stiffened as he looked at them. Bob
helped his wife out of her bra and bra straps. He left her with her gown
hanging at her hips and went back to his camera.
Click. The camera recorded another shot of Steve's prick, stiffer
than ever at the sight of Janice's lovely bare breasts.
"Take a shot of me too, honey," Janice said to Bob. "I want the men
to know what is inspiring Steve." A second click was heard. Using a
different camera, equipped with a different film speed for the darker
environs of the bedroom, Bob photographed his wife. Then Janice, who
seemed not to mind that her expensive gown looked ridiculous stripped
down to her waist, told Steve to get up out of the bed. He obeyed. He tried
to embrace Janice when he got up, his dick quivering, but she stepped back
and told him to behave.
"Are you naked, Brittney?" Janice asked the seventh-grade girl.
Mutely she nodded to the woman. Her breasts shook prettily as her head
moved.
"Good," Janice said. "But now you must get dressed."
"Okay," Brittney said. She reached for her pink blouse, which she had
laid on a chair with her pretty white panties.
"No, not in your clothes," Janice told the girl. "They would cover
what we must keep revealed, your charming treasures. I have other things
in mind. Let's start with the boots. I had them delivered this afternoon,
from a fine leather shop."
"Ohhh, they're beautiful," Brittney said a few minutes later, admiring
herself in a mirror as she stood in knee-high black boots. Steve liked
them too. The heels of her boots were exceptionally high. As Brittney
strove to retain her balance in them her ass quivered and moved. It was
lifted even higher by the boots' elevated heels, offered like a plump ripe
apple. Steve had always been in love with Brittney's bottom and now,
seeing it so bare and so lewdly displayed, he longed to fuck it. Janice
looked at Steve's penis, quivering lustily on the air.
"Be sure to get a shot of Steve gazing at little Brittney in her fuck-
me boots," Janice told her husband.
"Got it," Bob said, and another click was heard.
"This is sort of annoying, having your husband constantly
photographing my dick!" Steve said to Janice.
"If you feel humiliated now, wait till your punishment begins,"
Janice told Steve. He blushed. Brittney, still gazing at herself in the
mirror, asked,
"May I have gloves to go with my boots?"
"Yes, dear. After I give you the second thing you're going to wear,"
Janice told the girl. She turned. Tossing her lovely brown hair, which
hung loose down her back, Brittney asked, What's that? Panties?" Janice
laughed.
"No, it's a pee bag," the woman told Brittney.
"What?" Brittney asked.
"Lie on the bed and you'll see what I mean," Janice said to Brittney.
With worry in her copious brown eyes, the girl complied. She got on
the bed. Her bottom found the indentation Steve's ass had left in the
coverlet. She lay in the beam of light, which hadn't moved. The contrast
with Steve, who had been in that same spot earlier, was startling.
Brittney had a small, still developing body, a child's body, not that of a
man four decades old. But in addition to her bare thighs, in contrast to his
hairy ones, in addition to her bare belly as opposed to his with a line of
hair, there was the centerpiece, the centerpoint. Where he had sported a
big, thick, pulsing cock, shimmering fleshily in the beam of light, she had
nothing. Just her pretty rolled quim lips, soft and inviting, the beam of
light seemingly prying into them as Brittney, trembling on the bed, tried
to keep her legs as close together as she could without hearing Janice say,
"Legs apart, Brittney! Just as you were at the dinner table."
The seventh-grade girl blushed. She opened her legs more, as Janice
had now ordered, Bob clicking away with his camera as Brittney showed
herself to the world. Steve trembled, standing next to the bed looking
down at the girl in her long black boots. Her cunt was a perfect small
little nest of pleasure. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to spend
himself between Janice's perfect big breasts, or inbetween Brittney's
little cuntlips. Of course, Brittney herself was renowned for her tits.
Steve glanced up along her body to their lolling perfection. Her nipples
were stiff, twin teats of delight. Steve looked from Brittney's tits to
Janice's and back again. Both females had perky, upright nipples, ready for
pleasure. It seemed a pity for him to be forced to suffer in such
wonderful company.
Janice stepped close to the bed. Steve noticed she had something in
her hand. It was long, like a rope, but stiffer, yet still flexible. It was a
plastic tube.
"Brittney, I want you to keep your legs apart," Janice said to the girl.
"I'm going to slide something up into you. It's a catheter. I'm going to
stick it into your cunt; specifically, into your little pee hole."
"No!" Brittney cried. Seeing the tube as it wiggled into the light, she
snapped shut her booted legs. Janice told her husband and Steve to grab
the girl's ankles. The men obeyed. A moment later, Brittney was pulled
apart, like a fish being opened by a fisherman who was gutting it. The girl
gasped as Janice placed a jar of lubricant on the bed's coverlet. She
greased the end of the catheter tube. Just then, footsteps were heard.
Everyone, even little Brittney lying flat on the bed, looked with surprise
toward the door. A girl appeared, her blonde hair shimmering beyond the
reach of the spotlight, illuminated by the room's other lights. It was
Laurie!
"Wha'cha doin'?" Laurie asked. She stared into the room, sleepy-
eyed, as if having taken a wrong turn in the hall after getting up from bed
to go to the bathroom. Her finger pulled at her lovely red open-mouthed
lips as she spoke over it. Her breasts shivered nakedly. She was
completely undressed, except for white panties, which inexplicably ringed
not her waist but her knees. With her other hand Laurie touched her pretty
blonde dell. Her fingers stroked within her cunt lips and she gave a
shuddering sigh.
"Laurie? What are you doing up from bed?" Janice asked the girl.
"I had to go to the bathroom," Laurie said. Her fingers wiggled in her
cunt and she sighed more audibly, her breasts shaking deliciously.
"Well you're through peeing now," Janice said to the girl. "Stop
playing with yourself!"
"Ooops!" Laurie said. She seemed to wake up a little more. Swiftly
she took her hand out of her cunt. She looked down at her panties, still
ringing her knees from her sit on the toilet. Hastily she pulled them up.
"Sowwy. I guess I was sleep walking," Laurie said.
"Go back to bed and don't play with your pussy," Janice told the girl.
"She should be spanked for doing that," Bob suggested.
"Yes. Give her a crack on her bottom," Janice told her husband. "I
think she's still half asleep."
Still holding one of Brittney's booted ankles with his right hand, Bob
now reached out and yanked down the back of Laurie's panties. The undies
which the girl had so recently restored to her hips were unceremoniously
yanked back down to her knees. As the girl cried out in surprise, Bob gave
her, with his left hand, a swift hard slap on her ass.
"Yeeeouuch!" Laurie shouted. Her eyes fluttered wide and she woke
up completely now. "Omigod! What's happening?" Laurie asked, her hands
flying to her ass. Slowly the scene before her assembled itself. She saw
Brittney lying on the bed, and the greased catheter. She saw Bob's camera
gear, Steve's cock, and Janice with her breasts bared. Gradually a smile
spread across Laurie's face. "You guys look like you're having fun," she
said finally, though still rubbing her ass against the pain of Bob's hand
slap.
"We're not fucking. We're torturing," Brittney, lying on the bed, said
in a disconsolate voice.
"Right you are, dear," Janice answered. She seemed to forget about
the blonde in the doorway, at least for the moment, and returned her
attention to Brittney's cunt. As the girl gaped down at herself, her eyes
wide with shock and surprise, the fate the woman had ordained for her
proceeded. She touched the end of the catheter, now loaded with grease,
to Brittney's cunt.
"Oh please, don't that tickles," Brittney gasped. Her breasts shook on
her chest. Suddenly, her temptation to laugh was replaced with a sharp
indriving pain. "Oh my God!" Brittney cried. She tried to get up, but before
she could do anything more than slap her palms flat to the bed Janice had
already shoved an inch of the cath up her pee hole. Sighing in shocked
disbelief, Brittney watched as the catheter was driven in further. She
was being fucked with it! She groaned and threw back her head. Her hips
twisted on the bed. But there was no escaping it, the men had her pulled
apart and her cunt was suffering the intrusion as her hands clawed at the
soft coverlet. She might have fought Janice, tried to stop the inpushing
thing with her hands, but it was so scary she didn't know how to intervene
without possibly jeopardizing her health. She had never experienced
anything like this before; it was driving all the way up her and going into
her bladder!
There was a sudden squirt of pee, which Brittney could feel running
down the tube inside her, as her bladder was pierced. Janice told the girl
to look to her right. There, hanging off the bed, Steve lifting it up now to
show to the girl, was her pee, newly liberated from her bladder and
settled into a clear plastic bag.
"How much did she give?" Janice asked Steve. His cock trembled
with lust as he witnessed this gift from inside Brittney's body.
"What do you mean?" Steve asked. Brittney groaned as Janice
adjusted the catheter in her pee hole.
"Look at the markings on the side of the bag," Janice said to Steve.
"It's in liters. Did she give... let me see... oh about a quarter liter!" Janice
smiled, looking over at the bag into which Brittney's catheter drained.
"That's a nice starting load," Janice said.
"Can you take it out now?" Brittney asked, lying on the bed and
wondering if she could bear to reach down and pull on the tube.
"No, I cannot," Janice told the girl. "There's a small balloon at the
end of the cath, up inside your bladder, which I've just inflated. The tube
can't come out now even if you get the guts to reach down and pull on it.
You would only hurt yourself if you tried, possibly tear your bladder, even.
So don't do it. You'll keep this cath up you for the rest of the night. I want
a good big pee bag full of you for the men who have asked for it."
"You're-- you're giving somebody my pee?!" Brittney asked,
incredulous.
"Yes, dear. Two men have paid $200.00 each for it," Janice said. "I
guess I'll split it between them. Or perhaps we'll do this another night."
"I don't even want to do it tonight!" Brittney wailed. The men had let
go of her legs by now, and they still looked quite pretty, in their knee-high
black boots with the exceptional heels, but the girl herself looked rather
silly with a pee cath sticking out of her cunt. It seemed vaguely penis-
like, curving out of her, illuminated in Bob's spot light. Clicks from the
camera were heard. As they sounded, more pee jetted down the tube,
released from between Brittney's cunt lips. The yellow fluid ran down the
length of her tube and spilled into the bag Steve was holding.
"I'll strap the bag to your leg," Janice told Brittney. "That way you
can continue to collect your pee while you help me torture Steve." Janice
took the bag from Steve. She used string-ties attached to the bag to fix it
against the side of Brittney's right boot. When she was done she ordered
the girl out of bed. Brittney got up very slowly and carefully, afraid she
would hurt herself. Finally she stood before them, naked as before, with
just her boots on, and the pee cath trailing out of her and delivering her
spurts of pee cleanly and effortlessly into the bag strapped to her leg.
"This is so weird," Brittney said, stating the obvious.
'You wished to be a slave, and now you're a pee slave," Janice smiled
to the girl. "But earlier you asked for gloves. Well, I have the perfect pair
for you. Bondage gloves!"
As Brittney gazed open-mouthed, Janice went to a chest of drawers.
She returned with a single item, sewn together from two halves. She
made Brittney put her arms behind herself. Then she had her turn, so that
her back was to Janice. Brittney felt her breasts thrust upward and out by
her posture. It was quite lewd. She felt as if her titties were being put
on display, even as more pee jetted obscenely out of her cunt and fell
down her leg to the pee bag tied to her ankle. Brittney wiggled
uncomfortably as the gloves were slipped up her arms. They were a tight
fit. Her breasts were thrown out even more as their clamping leather
sheathed her arms and held them tight-pressed together. The seventh
grader had never felt herself so completely bound before, at least not
while she was still standing up, and able to walk! When Janice had bound
her arms, Brittney wobbling on her too tall booted heels, she went to the
chest of drawers again.
"This is awfully tight," Brittney said of the glove.
"Although your pee is needed, your words are not," Janice said to the
girl. She returned with a gag. She made Brittney open her mouth, Steve
helping a little by pressing his thumb inbetween the girl's lips. When
Brittney's lips were apart, Janice stuffed in the gag. It consisted of a
single piece of cloth. Steve tied it for Janice, behind Brittney's head. As
the seventh grade girl tested the gag with her tongue she found that it had
a slit in it.
"That's for you to stick your tongue through, when I command you to
lick Steve's penis," Janice told Brittney. "You will be doing a great deal of
work tonight, even with your hands tied, and your legs sheathed tight in
your boots, and your cunt working to deliver pee to the bag." Janice
smiled. "So you see, my dear, you did in fact get dressed again."
"God, she looks so fucking cute," Steve gushed. "I want to see her in
a gag and boots and a bondage glove and with a pee bag stuck up her every
night!"
"Ah, but you are still naked," Janice said to Steve. He looked at the
woman.
"I hope you aren't planning to dress me like her," he said suddenly.
"I don't want to dress like her either," Laurie offered, her panties
still ringing her knees as she looked with wonder at Brittney's outfit.
"There is still one more item to add to Brittney's wardrobe," Janice
said. "Steven, would you help Brittney get back on the bed. I want her
face down this time, her bottom up."
"Ngogoo!" Brittney gasped through her slitted gag. But she was
powerless to Stop Steve, being barely able to stand in her boots. He
guided her back to the bed with forced steps and made her get on it again.
He slapped her bare thigh and convinced her more would come, against her
bare naked behind, if she didn't assume the position Janice had asked for.
Brittney obeyed. Gasping through her gag, she watched as Janice went
again to the chest of drawers and returned this time with a phallus shaped
object. Dangling down from it was a rubber inflation ball. Janice greased
the thing as Brittney looked back over her shoulder at it, cringing.
"Yes, dear. It isn't hard to guess where this is going, is it?" Janice
asked Brittney. Tears appeared in the brunette's eyes.
"In her bottom?" Laurie, her hands covering her own bare behind,
asked with a kind of childish glee.
"First prize to the girl with her panties around her knees," Janice
said. "It is indeed going in her bottom, but there's a surprise waiting for
her once it's been inserted."
"What?" Laurie, transfixed by the device as she protected her own
assets, asked.
"As you can see, it is thinner and shorter than a full-sized male
penis," Janice said. "Brittney's mucosa, like your own, Laurie, is still
healing."
"Oh yes my bottom still hurts, a little, inside..." Laurie said.
"That's why it's necessary to use only this little plug," Janice said,
"though I would love to challenge her with something bigger." She asked
Steve and Bob to help her spread Brittney's bottom, which was huddling
tight, despite being uplifted. The men gripped the girl's ass. They yanked
it open. Brittney gave a wail through her gag as she felt the plug shoved
into her. When it was in her, Janice announced her surprise.
"This little ball dangling down from the plug isn't just a decoration,"
Janice explained. "By squeezing it, I can pump air into the plug." Janice
demonstrated. In doing so, she caused the plug to expand. Brittney's anal
ring stretched as the plug began to grow. The girl gave a scream. Tears
sprang to her eyes. She could be heard trying to grit her teeth as Janice
squeezed the little ball repeatedly, doing little harm to the interior of
Brittney's colon, where her mucosa was torn, but stretching her anal ring
to the point of almost breaking it.
"My God! You'll rip open her asshole!" Steve cried.
"Mmmm. Big things come in small packages, when there's an
inflatable ball attached!" Janice laughed. Laurie stared, entranced, as she
watched her friend's bottom taken to the brink. She kept her own hands
firmly placed on her ass but seemed to love the sight of Brittney being so
sorely tested. Her eyes glowed.
"Oh I hope you never do that to me," Laurie blurted. The dark-haired
woman looked over at the blonde. She seemed to think a moment, then
said,
"I have other plans for your bottom, dear, now that you've chosen to
join us."
"What?" Steve asked, breathing a sigh of relief as Janice stopped
pumping the little ball she held in her hand. Brittney, still on the bed, had
fallen onto her side, but it did nothing to spare her anus for the inflated
plug was still up her, and bulgingly spreading her ass.
"A colostomy bag," Janice said.
"What?" Laurie asked.
"A tube that I'm going to stick up your ass, if your mucosa can stand
it, to collect your poop," Janice told the girl.
"Oh my God!" Laurie gasped. Janice turned back to Brittney. Looking
at the girl, but speaking to Steve, she said, "In bottom fucking, the
passageway of the colon is important. But the key is the anal ring."
Janice leaned forward and stroked Brittney's hair, her heavy breasts
dangling their nipples in the girl's long chestnut locks. "Dear Brittney,"
Janice said to the girl. "You almost lost last night in our bottom fucking
contest, to a girl who's practically a virgin. That's unacceptable. You're
too tight, dear. But don't worry, this plug in your ass will stretch you, and
make it easier for men to give you what they must."
"Milk for the cow," Steve said, nodding, his penis quivering as he
nodded.
"And for the cow's bull," Bob suggested.
"I don't want you to collect my poop," Laurie said to Janice, watching
Brittney while keeping her own hands firmly on her ass.
"It's a donation for a good cause, dear," Janice said.
"What cause?" Laurie whined.
"Lusty men," Janice told the blonde. But her eyes were still trained
on Brittney, and as she spoke Janice pulled a plug out of the base of the
inflating ball in Brittney's behind. A whiz of air was heard. Relief showed
in Brittney's tearful eyes. "I'm letting a little air out, dear," Janice told
the brunette. "If I really did burst you it would spoil all our fun!"
With Brittney booted and gloved and gagged and catheterized, with
an inflated plug in her butt, there was little more that even the inventive
Janice could think to do to her. She was "dressed," after being undressed,
clothed in the wickedest attire for games of love. Yet with all her
encumbrances, her cunt still showed, peeping sweetly between her legs.
And her nipples still stood in full view on her chest, perkily at the tips of
her breasts, making Steve's mouth water. Her belly too was still bare, her
"innie" navel twinkling there, the flatness of her stomach an invitation to
men to fill her with their need. Janice turned to Laurie, as Bob, smitten
with the sight of Brittney lolling on the bed, captive and yet free, able to
get up and walk if she wished, if only she could find the floor, clicked
photos of the girl.
"Ahhh Laurie," Janice said. She reached out and embraced the girl.
She found her small hands behind her back, on her bottom, and lifted them
away.
"Don't," Laurie protested. Janice placed the girl's hands on her tits.
"Feel yourself, your richness of lovely young flesh," Janice breathed
to the girl. Laurie blushed. She had not had breasts a year ago; a month
ago they had been smaller than they were now. She was becoming
mouthwateringly large, her tits drawing even the eyes of middle-aged men
when she went grocery shopping with her mother. "How perfect your
nipples are. I would love to hang clamps on them," Janice said to the girl.
"Oh don't," Laurie whined.
"No. It is your bottom I'm going to attend to first," Janice said. "I
want you on the bed, beside Brittney. But do not roll about as she is doing
now. I want you in what we like to refer to as the regulation position, the
position preferred for bottom love. On your knees, your head in the pillow,
your ass lifted high. And your legs apart, girl, showing your lovely little
dell beneath your cleft ass. You will assume this position many times in
the months and years to come. For whippings, for bottom-fucking, for
penetrating your pussy. And sometimes even for what I'm going to do to
you now, for the implanting of a fake cock in your ass."
"Oh no!" Laurie cried. She struggled with her hands, which Janice
still held to her tits. The woman smiled. She knew what Laurie wished to
do. She wanted to clap her palms to her bottom again!
"You must not resist," Janice told the girl. "Why do I see such
resistance in your eyes? You obeyed me last night, you knelt on the white
furred dias and let Brittney challenge you to an ass fucking contest."
Laurie's eyes rolled in her head. With her blush deepening, looking down at
herself, she said, in a contrite voice,
"I- I was in love."
"Ahhh, Jeb," Janice said. "But how about the night before, my dear?
When you were put on your knees with your head through a wall?"
"I- I was innocent," Laurie said.
"But now you are all grown up and know what you like and don't like,
eh?" Janice asked. Laurie nodded. With a frown clouding her otherwise
beautiful face, Janice said, "You must learn that love is not just having
what you wish for. It always involves at least to people, unless it's
masturbation, and the other person's wishes must be accounted for. Now
in my case I want you bottom up on the bed, and I'm prepared to force you
if necessary, girl. I know I'm a woman. In the real world, out there, one
woman's lust for another isn't respected. But we're not out there, dear.
We're here in my house, in my bedroom. And you're going to do just as I
say, when I say it, because I'm older and wiser than you and I don't invite
guest to my house to let them do as they please; I invite them to please
myself." Janice took one of her hands off Laurie's hand, where she was
pressing it to the girl's right tit. She placed it on her shoulder. "Turn
around, dear. Your disobedience is already asking for punishment," Janice
said. Whimpering a little, Laurie obeyed. She found herself with her back
to the woman, presenting her bare ass to her. She wanted to reach around
and protect her behind with her hands but she kept her palms on her tits,
where Janice seemed to want them.
SMACK! Janice gave the girl's bottom a slap with her palm.
"Ooooh!" Laurie howled. Janice looked down at the girl's round
juddering cheeks. She admired the way they huddled more closely at the
slap of her palm, and decided to give them more.
SMACK! SMACK! Janice's hand went, and Laurie's cries increased,
both in volume and intensity, her bare tits wiggling jello-like now as her
hands flew out and down, coming to rest on her palm-reddened bottom.
"Don't," Laurie said, through tear-laden eyes, to Janice.
"Are you going to do as I'm asking, and get on the bed?" Janice said.
"No! You're going to put something up my ass!" Laurie said.
"You are in need of a great deal of training," Janice said. She sighed.
"You make it difficult for me dear, but there's no other way."
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